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obey-me-headquarters · 1 year

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hi! could u perhaps write about mc accidentally finding out about the boys’ hard limits? like, just something that triggers their fight or flight response. maybe like inflecting severe pain or something. idk… thank you and sorry if u can’t!

Summary: Reader finds out where their demons' hard limits lie.

Warning/kinks: Degradation, Mirror play, bondage, sensory deprivation, punishment, spanking (with your hand and with a paddle), public play (? You're at an orgy, so everyone around you is consenting), food play, safeword use. In general, there's some panic on the boys' part as they realize that they don't like what you're doing. Along with some of them holding in their safeword for a bit, but you reprimand them for it.

Word count: 8,500+

Reader is completely gender natural and their genital isn't described.

Lucifer:

You know that Lucifer has complicated feelings when it comes to his body. He hates that he's missing a set of wings, but he wouldn't go back in time and stop himself from tearing them out. Yet his preference towards wearing as many layers as possible stems from more of a fear of being vulnerable than a lack of confidence in his body.

If anything, he's a bit overconfident in his physical appearance, if someone were to ask you.

("Is it really overconfidence, or simply knowing what I'm worth?"

"It's overconfidence Luci, my beautiful stupidity prideful demon.")

Using mirror play in the bedroom has proven to be an excellent way to break down Lucifer's walls. Whenever the demon struggled to get into subspace all it took was bringing out a mirror and having him nakedly kneel in front of it while you remained fully clothed for him to fall straight into subspace.

Something about him being so vulnerable while you remained untouched and fully clothed did something to him. Made him feel small and submissive. You didn't quite understand, but you definitely saw the appeal.

So, when Lucifer struggled to get into subspace one evening. When collars and putting him over your knee didn't do the trick, you brought out the mirror. It was full length and wide, able to reflect nearly half of the entire room, but you doubt that Lucifer would pay much attention to anything besides you or himself.

As you place Lucifer in front of the mirror he snaps at you, barring his teeth into a snarl and you know that tonight is going to be a difficult fight of trying to get him to relax enough to slip into subspace.

That proves true when you watch Lucifer struggle to fall into subspace. His pride battling his desire to be vulnerable and let you take control, you watch as he relaxes, before tensing up and snarling, before relaxing again, creating a vicious cycle.

Determined to break it, you decide to try something else that always makes Lucifer squirmy and lightheaded:

Degradation

"God, you're pathetic," you hiss as you pace around the demon. "Look at you, snarling at your own reflection like a wild animal. You know, sometimes I think you're no better than a wild animal with how much you fly off the handle."

Lucifer blushes at your words, but his pride is still roaming, and it doesn't let himself relax just yet.

"How dare-"

"Shut up!" You snap, wrapping a hand around Lucifer's mouth to silence him.

"Shut your dirty, lying, cheating mouth! How dare you think you can talk like you have something worthwhile to say."

Lucifer's breath catches in his throat, as the haze of vulnerability starts to creep up on him. Seeing his desire spark in his eyes you smirk and continue.

"Come on Luci. We both know that you never said anything worthwhile in your life. That at the end of the day, you're worthless. No, no, you're less than worthless. You only seem to make everything worst, don't you?"

Lucifer feels his pride crumble at your words, washing away as he starts to feel truly insignificant.

"You can never do anything right, can you? Not for Diavolo, not for your brothers, and certainly not for me."

The mention of disappointing Diavolo and his brothers strikes something inside of Lucifer, something he wasn't prepared to feel. Yet before he can examine what he's feeling, you continue.

"You're constantly fucking up, disappointing everyone around you. I wonder how long it'll be before everyone around you sees what I see. Do you know what I see Luci?"

Breath catching in his throat, Lucifer shakes his head.

You raise his chin with your index finger and direct it to the mirror, and Lucifer flinches when he sees himself.

He knows he would look vulnerable, and normally he would take great delight in how small and weak he looks compared to you, but coupled with your words, instead of feeling small and submissive and safe in your gaze, he feels like dirt. Normally when he drops down into subspace he feels soft and cared for, now he can't help but feel worthless and exposed.

Your sneer doesn't help as you take in the kneeling demon.

"Ugh, look at you. Can you believe that you used to be considered the star of the Celestial Realm?" You grab onto Lucifer's chin and force him to look at himself in the mirror.

"Well, can you?" You demand.

"N-no." He asks barely a whisper as tears spring to his eyes.

Immediately your hand drops from his chin as you stare at your demon in alarm. You're used to Lucifer being shy, especially as you break his pride down, you're used to his tears, but you never heard your demon sound so broken before.

"Luci, darling, are you ok?" You ask softly.

"I, I can't believe that I used to be the star of the Celestial Realm, Master. I am, sniff, I am worthless." Lucifer ignores your concern as he continues to cry, tears dripping down his cheeks.

Immediately you wrap your arms around him and pull him into your chest. "Hey, hey, shhhhh. It's ok baby. I don't think you're worthless. Demonus, ok? Demonus, the scene is done, it's over." You repeat your safeword a few times so Lucifer knows that the scene is over.

As you continue to hold Lucifer against you, mumbling praise and assurances slowly the demon starts to calm down. When his tears finally stop he leans away from you for a moment to catch his breath.

"Sorry, I- sorry. I don't know what came over him." He says, looking everywhere but your face or the mirror.

"It's ok sweetheart, you know you never have to apologize for needing to stop the scene. You know that right?"

"Yes, I'm aware. I just, didn't expect to react that way."

"If you're willing, do you mind telling me what caused it?"

Lucifer sighs and collapses back into your hold, and you think for a moment that he's going to shrug the whole scene off, but after a beat of silence he answers:

"It was the degradation. Normally I like it, love it even. But as I fell into subspace, hearing you talk about me like that made me feel vulnerable, and not in a good way."

Blinking, you will your tears away for now. Later, when tensions are lower, and everything isn't so raw the two of you will have a more in-depth conversation about this and will be able to apologize. Now your demon needs you.

"Thank you so much for telling me, baby. I just want you to know that I didn't mean a word of what I said. I, and I'm sure everyone else, rely heavily on you. We don't think you're worthless at all."

"I know," Lucifer states, a bit of his prideful overconfidence returning.

"Now, why don't the two of us stop laying on the floor and listen to a few of my records instead? I got this new one that curses those who listen to it to sing until their throat bleeds." Lucifer stands, reaching out a hand to pull you up.

It's a bit silly, seeing the still naked demon being so confident, but you hold all teasing remarks as you follow along.

Mammon:

You wanted to do so much to Mammon that it became a question of not what you'll do to him, but what he'll allow you to do to him.

And it turns out Mammon will allow you to do a lot.

Hence the list. After a very exciting night of thinking about every fantasy, kink, and wet dream you ever had, you came up with a list of what you wanted to do with Mammon, and are currently in the process of working through that list.

A lot of things on the list Mammon never tried (or heard about) before, which took a lot of talking, and a lot of easing him into certain kinks. The very kink you're trying out tonight being one he never tried before.

You gather up everything you'll need for tonight. A blindfold, noise-canceling headphones, and a pair of chains. You're a bit excited that the blindfold and headphones are magic, meaning that cut off all light and noise, as it was basically impossible to find a human realm blindfold that blocks out all light.

You could tell Mammon was getting excited too by the way he keeps eyeing the items, but in his usual Mammon way, he keeps that fact to himself.

It's adorable how he rushes to lay against the headboard at your command, as he's usually a bit of a brat and drags his feet before obeying your orders.

The chains are the first thing to go, seeing as Mammon and you were intimately familiar with them. As you lean over to secure the right cuff Mammon steals a kiss, leaning upward his lips ghosts over your cheek. With a grin, you pin him to the bed.

"Greedy boy~ we haven't even gotten started and yet you're already teasing."

"Guess it's just in my nature to be a little greedy." He teases back.

Rolling your eyes you give him one last real kiss on the lips before cuffing him to the bedframe. As you back to enjoy your work you can't help but feel giddy.

Pulling out the blindfold and headphones you turn to your demon with a grin as you present them both to him.

"Blindfold or headphones first?"

Mammon looks a bit caught off guard at being asked his preference, before eyeing them both critically. After a beat, he answers: "The headphones, I want the extra time to see you."

You huff at the flirt, not believing just how bold your demon can get under the right circumstances. (The circumstances being chained to the bed as you lay on top of him.) Leaning down you place the headphones around his ears and give him a moment to adjust.

"Wow, this is really weird! Woah! I can't even hear my voice! Am I being loud? I feel loud!"

Rolling your eyes you lean down and tap Mammon twice against the forehead - the signal you two came up with when you want to check in.

"I'm really to go! Just give me one last moment to look into your eyes -" Mammon stares into your eyes unblinking for a solid five seconds "- I'm good to go!"

Wrapping the blindfold around his head you plunge your demon into darkness.

And it is incredibly weird for Mammon. As a demon he has pretty good night vision, so even in complete darkness he can make out shapes pretty well. So being in complete darkness takes him a moment to get used to.

The warmth of your body grounds him, and it doesn't take long before he's relaxing into the plush bed.

Shimmy downwards, you try to make yourself comfortable sitting between Mammon's legs, sitting right in front of his cock. Leaning down you give the half hard cock a puff of air and watch as Mammon jumps at the sensation.

"Th-that felt weird. It felt like, a lot? Even though it was so little?" Mammon mumbles, and you wonder if you're going to get a rubbing commentary the entire night.

Maybe you should have added a gag to your myriad of tools.

Wrapping your hands around your demon's dick you begin to slowly pump it. Mammon gasps at the feeling, before moaning and leaning into your touch. Your touch is light and extremely slow, but the demon has always been extremely sensitive and it doesn't take much before he's nearly spilling.

"I'm cumming-"

Your hands fly away at his words, and he growls in annoyance. With a grin, he can't see you bounce off of the bed and begin looking through your toy chest. Normally Mammon would be peaking over, curious about what you'll pick out. But seeing as he can't currently do that, you grin as you realize that you're going to completely surprise him with whatever you pick.

As Mammon comes down from his high he realizes that you're no longer on the bed. The warmth he previously felt emulating from you is gone, and his heart quickens as he realizes that he's alone.

"Hey, what's the big idea? Where'd you go?" Mammon calls out.

You roll your eyes at the dramatics, too busy with shifting through the toy box. "In a minute, Mamms, I'm just getting a few toys." You answer, half forgetting that he can't currently hear. Mammon was just so loud, so responsive, that you momentarily let it slip from your mind that he didn't actually expect a response from you, and couldn't receive one.

Mammon tries his best to calm down. Surely you're just messing with him, right? Wanting to make him crack and beg for your touch? You do like to make him beg. Yup, that's it. You were just teasing him.

You are still definitely in the room with him.

Right?

Seconds become minutes to Mammon as he strains his ears to hear you. Normally he knew exactly where you were and what you were doing, even when he was kneeling and staring at the ground his demon senses allow him to hear everything. Now he has no idea where you are or what you're doing.

"Ok, fine, fine! I give! Can you please touch me?" Mammon whines.

Picking up the fleshlight you want to use on him you intend to do just that. Only to realize that the demon forgot to clean it. Gagging you put the toy aside to clean later, and decide to punish your demon by continuing to ignore him by looking through the toy box.

"Come on, please." His voice takes on a real edge of desperation as he starts to spiral.

What if you left? What if you got bored of him and decided that you didn't want to play with him anymore? Is he all alone, begging to an empty room because he wasn't good enough? He begins to fight against his chains in earnest now, instead of the teasing, testing pulls he's used to. But he finds that they're locked up tight and that he can't break out of them.

Will you hear his safeword if he says it?

Finally finding a suitable and clean toy you stand up and stretch. Glancing over at your boyfriend, you notice that he's strangely calm as he's no longer begging or struggling against the chains. You believe that he's just pouting and the second you touch him he'll start whining about you taking forever.

Before you can reach him, Mammon mumbles out a soft, broken, "Goldie".

Dropping the toy in your hand you rush over to him and immediately remove the headphones before moving onto the blindfold.

"Hey, hey it's alright. I'm right here." You mumble, hands shaking as you lean up to undo the cuffs.

Mammon has never safeworded before, and you're kinda panicking at the moment, but you do your best to remain calm as you rush to take off the chains.

The second Mammon lays eyes on you he lunges at you, pinning you to the bed in a hug. His arms are firm, yet they shake as they hold you. It takes you a moment to realize that the wetness you feel on your neck is from Mammon, but once you do you coo in sympathy.

"I thought you left me," Mammon whispers into your chest.

Blinking back tears you lean down to kiss the demon's forehead.

"I would never leave you alone like that Mamms. I just wanted to get a toy from the toy chest. I'm sorry, I should have communicated that to you."

"It's alright just... I don't think blindfolds and noise-canceling headphones are for me."

"That's OK, that's alright. Sometimes we're going to find stuff we don't like."

Levi:

Levi is an extremely obedient sub. In your many months of dating each other he never once received a punishment. You two set out rules together, with him not being allowed to touch himself without your permission and him being required to leave his room and go to RAD a certain number of times each month.

You had expected a rule to be broken at least once, so you were very surprised to see that it never was. Levi was just obedient, and even when he didn't want to do the thing you ordered him to do, he did it. (Even with an excessive bit of whining)

So you were content to never punish your scaly demon.

Levi wasn't.

"Why do you never punish me," Levi asks, pouting in his bathtub. His face is partially hidden by the pillow he's clenching to his chest.

"Because you never actually break a rule or be a brat?"

"Hmmmmm," Levi pouts. "It's not fair! You punish the others! Yet you never punish me. Is it because you don't want to? Because you could never bring yourself to punish a gross otaku like me?"

Holding back a laugh you crawl into the bathtub. Really, only your Levi could be envious of those you've punished.

"Well, if you're so interested in being punished, why don't you do something bad?"

Levi's eyes snap towards yours, like he never actually considered that option. "Gahhhh?!? Be, be bad? How could I, wouldn't you hate me forever?!"

Softening you reach across the tub to cup Levi's face in your hands. Moving his shocked face towards yours you pepper his face in kisses.

"Nope! Levi, I could never hate you." You say softly, stopping your kissing momentarily to gaze sincerely at your boyfriend.

Levi blushes at the look and hides his face in the pillow that's currently squished between you two.

"O-ok, if you say you wouldn't hate me, I'll, I'll try being bad!"

You walk towards Levi's room with a pep in your step, excited to continue playing the new RPG the demon recently brought. You only stopped playing last night as your eyes burned too much for you to continue looking at the screen.

As you cheerfully open the door to Levi's room you immediately notice that something is off about the demon. Instead of excitedly smiling at you and handing a controller over to you, he's curled up on his gaming chair and nervously fidgeting with the blanket wrapped around his shoulders.

"What's wrong?" You ask. Standing over your boyfriend you check him over. Did Mammon steal something of his again? Was an anime he liked canceled?

Levi shakes off your concern and reaches for a controller. "N-nothing is wrong! We don't we start playing?"

He shoves the controller into your hand before scurrying off to turn on the game console. Unsure of what else to do to help your nervous demon you follow along, thinking that he'll open up once you start playing.

As the title screen of the game pops up you see Levi nervously staring at you in the corner of your eye, and you debate asking again if he's alright. Before you're able the title sequence stops and you press the "play" button. A column of saves pops up, and in your confusion, you momentarily forget about Levi's nervousness completely.

"Levi, where's my save?" You ask, flicking between the different saves, yours mysteriously gone.

"Oh well. Um. I sorta maybe, deleted it?" He says in a whisper so quiet you have to strain to hear it.

Snapping your head towards him you watch as Levi nervously fidgets. His left arm is covering his face in a classic sign of Levi's nervousness as a blush paints his cheeks.

Wait. Blush?

All of a sudden your previous conversation about punishment from yesterday comes back to you. You honestly didn't believe that Levi would gather up the courage to do something "bad", so you're momentarily impressed that he did.

All previous concerns about your save fly out the window, as you're sure that Levi backed up the save and is only pretending to have deleted it to elicit this punishment. Stalking forward you wrap your arms around your demon's shoulders and force him to face you.

"Oh, did you know? I didn't know my little demon could be so.... naughty~" You tease.

Levi's face darkens, at both your close proximity and your words. His mouth opens to defend himself but no words make it out. You watch as Levi reboots himself as you teasingly rub circles onto his shoulders.

As moments pass by and Levi is nowhere closer to calming down, you decide to pick up the lead again. "Does my demon want to be punished? Is that it? Were you sitting here in your room wondering what you could do to make me mad and pull you over my knee?"

Wordlessly Levi nods and confirmation, and you can't help but laugh a little. Even when being punished your demon can't help but be good for you.

Returning to your chair once again, you pat your chair and pat your thighs expectingly. Rushing to comply Levi lays across your thighs, and you give him a warning smack of what's to come.

"Ah!" Levi cries out, more in surprise than any real pain, as it will take a lot more than a little smack to hurt a demon Iike him.

It's not the first time you had Levi over your knee, though the previous times were more to explore a curiosity than for a punishment. Yet the previous experiences fill you with confidence, as you know where to smack to tease him, and where to smack that will cause him real pain.

As Levi gets himself situated on your lap you pull down his pants in one quick motion, jeans and all. The demon shivers as cold air meets his rear and you laugh at the pout he gives you in response.

Testing out the waters you give the bare ass a firm smack, and delight in the way Levi flinches at being caught off guard.

"Ah hmmm!" Levi moans, thrusting back for more.

"I expect you to count and thank me after each hit Levi-chan." You say sternly.

"O-one! Thank you, Master!"

Grinning you continue, giving your demon a few more smacks. You didn't give him a number on purpose, as you want to see how many smacks it'll take before his ass is a bright red and he's sobbing out for mercy.

As his ass gets redder and redder Levi begins to squirm against you, thrusting his hips against your thighs. You sigh in response, deep and disappointed, and the sound snaps Levi out of his pleasure filled hazy.

"No grinding against me. This is a punishment, remember? You're not supposed to be enjoying this."

Your tone is harsh, and it sends Levi flinching. You never sounded so.... frustrated in a scene before. Levi is used to you being teasing and gentle, always there with a soft word and a teasing touch. The idea of you being upset with him sends him spiraling.

Tensing up Levi tries his hardest to sit still and obey you, believing that maybe if he shows you that he can be good, and is willing to listen to your commands, you'll praise him. (You'll still want him.)

The next few swings of your fast, delivered before Levi has the chance to count them individually. Because of this, he miscounts them.

"Fifteen, s-sixteen, seventeen! Th-thank you, master."

Slowly, as Levi catches his breath your hand trails upward before suddenly wrapping tightly around his hair. Pulling him upward you lean down to whisper in your best Disappointed Dom voice: "Are you sure you counted right?"

Levi feels his heart stop at your words. He did, right?! He wouldn't miscount - didn't mean to miscount! He swears! It was an accident-

Slowly you watch as Levi's breath starts to stutter, stopping completely before gasping in and out. Immediately you drop your hold and Levi begins to hyperventilate against you.

"Sorry, I'm s-sorry. Didn't -gasp- didn't mean to! Sorry!"

Instantly you pick the demon up and hold his back towards his chest, hopeful that the extra room will allow him to calm down, as you begin mumbling praise into his ear.

"Hey, hey, it's ok! I'm not angry, I promise! There's no need to be sorry, it's ok, I forgive you."

Eventually, Levi gets his breathing under control, and he collapses against you once he does. Shifting him slightly, you pull him into your chest and he immediately buries his face into your neck. You continue to whisper praise as you being to gently stroke his back, allowing Levi the time to compose himself.

"I'm sorry." Is the first thing he says when he does.

"I know baby, I know. There's nothing to apologize for, though, you know that right? When I was disappointed that was only a part of the scene, right? Like when you sometimes pretend to not like something when you do."

Mutely you feel Leve nod against you.

"I, I didn't actually delete your save. I have it backed up on my computer."

"I know, sweetheart, I know." You whisper before leaning down to kiss the top of his head.

"How about this, we continue sitting here for a bit longer, and then we both get something to eat and drink. Then we have a little chat about the scene before loading up my save?"

Levi grumbles at the idea of actually having to talk about what happened, but he nods against you once.

"Good boy. That's my good boy."

Satan:

You hold up a pair of handcuffs and Satan grins.

You two haven't played around with the idea of bondage much, there were other kinks that you wanted to try out first. Sure, you toyed around with pinning his hands down to the bed or ordering him to sit still while you edged him. But you two have yet to use any tool to bind him.

A distinct click echoes throughout the room as you fasten the cuff to his right hand before moving to his left. His hands are looped around the bedframe, stopping him from reaching down to touch himself or you as you play with him.

A wise choice seeing as you plan to edge him until he's sobbing.

The first edge passes through him well, only resulting in a choked-off groan before you give him a few moments to calm down. As you do Satan begins to pull at the handcuffs, testing out their strength.

As he pulls his hands back and forth he feels his heartbeat pick up for a different reason. A looming sense of dread slowly starts to creep in, but before he can focus on it you begin to stroke his dick once again.

Arousal floods through his system once again, but so does anxiety. As he chases his denied relief once more he pulls against the handcuffs, flinching when they make a loud clicking noise as they scrape against the headboard.

When you shift away to allow him to cool off the anxiety settles in replacing all thoughts of arousal. He begins to fight earnestly against the handcuffs, pushing and pulling them, trying to will them to break. But they're strong cuffs, made out of demon-resistant metal and almost impossible to break.

In your mind all you can see is Satan shaking against the bed, sneaking out the pleasure you've denied him. But in Satan's, he's reliving an experience he hasn't felt in thousands of years: entrapment.

Memories of heavy chains wrapping around his body, caging him in and denying his escape as he withers and shakes in rage. Memories of dark closets and being chained to this very same bed as he screamed out curses and profanities until his throat bleed.

He thought he was past this stage of his life, where he was angry and trapped. Caged like a wild animal.

"S-SHAKESPEARE!" Satan growls out your safeword - a safeword that has never been used before.

It takes you a second to realize what he said, but once you do you're on him in an instant. Reaching up you fumble with the keys to the handcuffs as Satan struggles beneath you. You whisper praise and assurances as you unlock the cuffs, but you doubt he can hear you.

The moment he's free Satan flinches backward, his back hitting the wall as he scrambles to get away from you. His eyes are wide, his pupils are pinpricks as he studies the world around him. Akin to a wild, caged animal he crotches down like he's preparing to lunge, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

You know he wouldn't attack you, yet you do your best to look passive as you raise your hands in surrender.

It takes a few moments, but eventually, Satan comes back to himself. He seems to realize where he is, and what's going on, as he composes himself.

"Baby, are you ok?" You ask in a low, gentle tone.

And Satan breaks.

He completely shatters as he rushes into your arms. You barely have time to realize what's going on before you feel your chest wetten as Satan begins to sob.

"Oh, sweetheart, I'm so sorry." You mumble, hands lightly touching Satan's head. When he leans into the touch you begin gently petting him.

"It's, sniff, it's ok. You didn't know I would react like that. I didn't even know I would react like that."

"Still, I saw you struggling against the handcuffs, I should have checked up on you."

Satan doesn't know what to say to that, too tired to try to argue with you so he simply hums in response. After a few minutes of sitting in comfortable silence, your hands threading through his hair, he leans up and rubs the remainder of the tears out of his eyes.

"Do you want to talk about it? Or would you rather we do something else?" You ask, rubbing circles into his back.

"Can we read a bit first?" Satan asks, and on a normal day he would cringe at how timid he sounds, but he's too tired to care right now.

One day he'll tell you about his "childhood". About this memories of chains and ropes, of dark rooms and confined spaces, of rage and curses.

But now he just wants you to hold him as the two of you pour over a good murder mystery, him free to move around and shift, and you with your hands wrapped around his waist.

Asmo:

You and Asmo tried nearly every kink known to man, and even some only known to demons. So you know when Asmo's limits lie, and he knows yours. You know when he's fake whining to get a rise out of you, and when his cries border on actually "too much", you can tell the difference between pleasure tears and pain tears, and after many many conversations you know what kinks he absolutely wouldn't want to try under any circumstances.

Fortunately, polygamy wasn't one of them.

It wasn't often the two of you invited another into your bed, you could entertain each other just fine. But sometimes you wanted to see Asmo dom another person, or Asmo wanted to show off his skills next to a less experienced sub, and gangbangs were just fun! You only had two hands, and sometimes you wanted to see Asmo be taken apart by a dozen.

The orgy the two of you are going to tonight didn't have a "main character", but it was hosted by a prominent sex toy brand owner, and Asmo said that the snack bar was "to die for". So you decided to give it a try.

Asmo was being a brat the whole car ride over, pawing at your jacket and trying to kiss you. Trying to save the poor Uber driver you tell your demon to behave, but Asmo only giggles in response as he tries, and fails, to undo your buttons.

You hope that once you got to the orgy Asmo would settle down, but he's committed to being a brat. As you hand over your coat to the door demon, Asmo rushes ahead of you and sits down onto the lap of a demon he knows, who is very clearly in the middle of having their dick sucked by another attendee.

He tries to persuade them to let him take over and replace their sub's spot, but you're able to pull Asmo away by his collar and onto your lap.

For one glorious moment, you believe that this calms your demon down enough to start behaving, as he quiets down once as he gets settled. It wasn't long after that another demon started up a conversation with you, asking if you were the legendary exchange student, and how you felt about RAD.

While you talked Asmo absentmindedly sucks on your fingers. He tries squirming against your lap, but one smack to his thigh was a clear message for him to calm down.

Or so you thought.

When Asmo continues to grind against you and begins adding teeth to his sucking, you snap. If he was so determined to be punished tonight, he would get punished.

Rising you stand before Asmo wearing your best Disappointed Dom look. He giggles at the look, clearly happy that he thinks he's getting what he wants. That is a public spanking.

You have different plans though, and you walk towards a corner of the room no one is standing near. Snapping your fingers at the corner you command your demon:

"Asmo, over here now."

Asmo rushes off the couch to obey as he skips over. He eyes you a curious look as you force him to his knees, obviously not expecting his punishment to be somewhere so out of the way and private. You pay it no mind, and when he sinks to the floor and assumes a standard kneeling position you give him another command:

"You're not to move, and unless it's your safeword you're not allowed to speak either until I say your punishment is over."

He pouts as he feels the command take hold, staring up at you with pleading eyes. But you don't allow yourself to be swayed.

"Since you were so determined to be a brat and not be patient, this is your punishment. When I think you're finally to sit still I will release you."

You give him one last pat on the head before making your way back to the couch.

As you resume your conversation with the other demon about RAD, more demons start to join in. Some are curious about your life as an exchange student while others are more concerned with the reason why you're here.

A bold demon leaned in close and whispered something in your ear, causing you to blush and gently swat their arm. After that it was like the other demons suddenly remember that they were at an orgy and not a press conference, and began cuddling up to you.

All the while Asmo stews from his spot kneeling in the corner. At first, he was upset at you for hiding him, but now that you're getting more and more attention a prickle of envy runs through him. Not at you, but at the demons now vying for your attention. You should be focused on him - even if it was to punish him.

Normally Asmo wouldn't mind you getting cozy with a few other demons, under different circumstances he would have been delighted to sit back and watch as you had your way with a few of them. Now? When he's hidden away in a corner, forgotten?

Something stings in Asmo, and he desperately tries to whine out for your attention, but the command stops him. All that leaves him is the wheeze of his chest as he desperately tries to force words out of his mouth. Your safeword was on the tip of his tongue, and if you two were alone he wouldn't hesitate to say it, but something about being in a room full of demons stop him.

He's the Avatar the lust, and this is barely a punishment, what would the other demons say if they saw him use his safeword just because he was put into a corner? He knows that safewording isn't a sign of weakness, but he can't shake the thought of what rumors might follow him if he shows vulnerability.

But when he sees a demon crawl into your lap, and you kiss them on the lips, he can't help but yell out a desperate "Majolish"!

Immediately you push the demon out of your lap and rush toward Asmo. Your knees hit the ground with a loud thud but you pay it no mind you kneel before the now sobbing demon.

"All commands are over! Asmo are you ok, what happened?!"

Asmo doesn't waste a second as his arms shot around you and pull you close. As he sobs into your chest your hands slowly wrap around your demon, trying to piece together what went wrong. You don't get must time to think before Asmo's lips are on yours, kissing you desperately, which you quickly return with enthusiasm. Asmo calms down once you make it clear that you desire him, slumping into your chest.

When you break for air you timidly look around the room and breathe a sigh of relief as you notice that the surrounding demons are making an effort not you look in your direction. As you make eye contact with a demon they mouth out a "side room" while pointing at a closed door.

Understanding that this must be some type of aftercare room, or simply a private room couples can retreat into, you quickly pull Asmo up and lead him into the room. As you make it through the doorway you relax as you see that no one else is in there and gently push Amso onto the bed.

"Asmo, sweetheart, darling, we don't have to talk about what happened right away, but I do want to make you feel better. Can you please tell me if there's anything I can do?"

Asmo, whose been holding your hand in a death grip slowly nods as his other hand wipes at his tears.

"Yeah, yes of course. Just can you, can you hold me for a bit?" His voice gets quieter at the end. "Maybe tell me you love me?"

It's rare to see Asmo so shaken up, even after using his safeword, and something breaks inside of you. But you're determined to focus on him, and you nod.

"Of course baby, scout over."

Asmo does as he's told and you're quick to pull him into a tight hug before you begin to slowly rock him back and forth. All the while whispering praise into his ear about how much you adore him, and how beautiful he is.

Beel:

It seemed so simple when you suggested the idea: why not mix two of Beel's biggest pleasures and bring food into the bedroom?

You haven't had much experience with food play before, but after doing some research (watching porn on DevilHub and writing down things you found hot), you were confident you could make food sexy.

After discussing what will happen in the scene, you and Beel come up with a game plan. Beel was a bit worried about not being able to focus on sex when he was eating, so you proposed a solution: you will command Beel to sit still and tease him with food from Madam Screams. When he's a good boy and shows patience, you'll reward him by feeding him a piece of food and then stroking his dick. Trapping in a cycle of wanting pleasure, and being hungry.

The start of the scene went according to plan, with Beel able to control himself as he sinks to his knees in front of you. You dangle a curly fry in front of his face, and Beel drools at the sight.

Teasing him you press the fry against his lips and tell him by a good boy and hold it there. Like a dog, Beel obeys and holds the treat against his lips and makes no move to bite. While your other hand sinks to the edge of his boxers.

Palming his dick Beel lets out a guttural groan, the motion causing the fry to ever so slightly push past his lips and he gets a slight taste of the slaty goodness before you rip it away. The glutton barely has time to mourn that loss before he sinks into pleasure once more as you pull his dick out of his underwear.

Already hard and dripping Beel's dick bounces against his stomach, and you coo in delight.

"Oh baby, you're already so wet for me. Excited already?"

Beel moans in response, unable to think clearly as it was growing harder to think through the pleasure filled haze of his mind.

Wrapping your hand around your dick you give it a firm tug, just how he likes it. All thoughts of food and hunger spill out of his mind as you begin playing with his dick.

Until you press the curly fry against his nose and he breathes in the scent. Hunger overtakes him once more as he tries to lunge for it, but you move it away before he's able. Pressing a firm finger against his slit Beel groans as he's stuck in a tug of war between his two different desires. Food, and sex.

As you deny him his treat once again a growl rumbles through his chest and you pause. Beel has never growled like that during sex before. Smiling you continue to jack him off, but Beel is less excited about his rough growl. He normally tries so hard to keep his hunger rage away from you, what if he loses control?

You don't give him much time to worry about concern as you pump him toward an orgasm. Yet the moment Beel feels like he's going to tip over, your hands retreat and he's left wanting.

As a reward you pop the fry into the demon's panting mouth and he instantly inhales it. But it doesn't provide him much relief as he just feels hungrier.

Beel is used to fighting off his hunger and he's used to you edging him. But dealing with both at once? It's an overwhelming, all encompassing desire he never felt before.

And he's not sure if he likes it.

As you lean down to touch his dick once again Beel lets out a throaty whine, sounding more desperate than you ever heard him before. Horny, but worried you glance up at your gentle giant.

"Are you doing alright, buddy?"

"Hungry- no, horny. I can't, I don't know. I want to stop." He rushes out the last part quickly, but you hear it all the same.

"Oh! OK, alright. Yeah, we can stop no problem. Um, which one do you want first? Do you want me to get you off first or do you want to eat first?"

Beel moans hopelessly at the question, and you mentally berate yourself for even asking. It's not like he can't do both at once.

Shoving a handful of fries into his mouth you begin pumping his dick in earnest now, determined to actually get him off this time. Every time Beel moans in hunger you're quick to feed him more food, and Beel is treated to the sensation of eating while getting pleasure.

It doesn't take long for him to cum, shooting into your hands and getting a bit of your chin as he does. As he breathes out a sigh of relief he lays boneless against you, and you remember to finally undo the sit still command you previously placed on him.

Patting his back with one hand the other reaches over to grab a nearby drink and you hand it to him to help wash down the food. After he downs it one gulp he leans back to give you a dopey, but incredibly fond look.

"That was nice. I liked it when you feed me while jacking me off."

Grinning at the honesty, you lean in and kiss your demon.

"Thank you. I liked how desperate you were and how to relied on me to give you everything you wanted. What about the teasing?"

"I.... didn't like that. I was afraid I'll get too needy and hurt you." Beel says the last part ashamed and you're quick to lean up to give him another kiss.

"I get that, it seemed like a lot. If you want to do this again I would tease you again, I promise."

Beel grins, and you momentarily mourn your wallet at how much food you'll be buying in the future. But that fond look is enough to banish all mournful thoughts in an instant.

"I'll like that."

- Belphie:

Belphie being a brat isn't a new development for you. He's been a brat since the first time you bedded him. Which resulted in a lot of punishments. A lot.

You almost believe that Belphie prefers to be punished than his regular scenes, and that makes you want to up the ante and show him a real punishment is like. Maybe you'll finally convince him to be obedient for once.

So you got a new toy you wanted to try with him, a paddle. It's a thick, strong paddle. Made in the Devildom because you don't think a human realm one will survive Belphie's ass.

Yet the demon doesn't so much as cower when you present the toy to him after he caused you to sleep in and miss class again. Well, you'll show him. You'll have him pleading for mercy in no time.

The Avatar of Sloth, true to his name, doesn't put up any type of a fight as you pull him across your lap. Only grinning when you pull his pants down and you notice that he's not wearing any underwear.

"You were really committed to being a brat today, weren't you?" You tease, giving the demon a quick pop on the ass with the paddle.

Belphie moans at the sensation, and giggles a cheeky "no". Wasting no time with foreplay you get right into business by delivering a fury of blows to the demon's plush. You don't bother to tell him to count them, knowing that he wouldn't, or that he'll miscount on purpose.

Moaning at the feeling Belphie arches his back as he leans into the swatting, enjoying the pushing sensation.

Yet, as time continues and you keep hitting and his ass gets redder and redder Belphie starts to feel weird..... tender. You normally don't cause him to feel this raw until much later in his punishment. When both of your hands sting with the amount of blows you dealt, the two of you are out of breath and ready to tear each other's clothes off.

As you strike down the paddle once again, Belphie feels something he hasn't felt in a very long time:

Pain

Sure, your spankings hurt before. But it was more of a force, a push, a physical reaction to movement than any real kind of pain.

And Belphie is not prepared to handle real pain. As the spoiled youngest of the Avatars, he's used to not having to lift a finger. This made your punishments even more exciting as Belphie felt the closest he did to pain he felt in a long time, without actually crossing over into actual pain.

He may not be as physically resistant as Beel or Lucifer, but he's still an Avatar, a high class demon who can take a lot before anything even fazes him.

Which makes this situation laughable.

A simple human like you, causing him, a ruler of the Devildom, pain? It's impossible, it should be impossible.

Yet here he is, forcing back tears as a flimsy wooden paddle causes him pain he hasn't felt since the Celestial War. He wants to laugh, but he wants to cry even more.

The safeword is on the tip of his tongue, but he refuses to cave. He's been spanked dozens of times before, why should he admit defeat over a stupid paddle? He knows you'll disagree with him framing it like that, but you're too busy creating welts on his ass to argue with Belphie's mind.

When you show no signs of stopping or slowing down, Belphie starts to crack. For once he just wants a punishment to be over and for him to apologize and for you to hold him in your arms.

When you strike down once more, Belphie cries out a "No!" That's a little too desperate, a little too panicked, that snaps you out of your rhythm

"Baby?" You ask, placing the paddle next to you. "Are you ok? Do you need a breather?" You know not to suggest stopping, as Belphie will scoff at the notion before edging you on, but something about the way he's flinching makes you want to pause the scene for a moment.

"No," Belphie sniffs, hand reaching upward to rub the tears out of his. "No I'm fine, keep going." He insits, but you notice the way he leans away from you as he says it. Belphie may be a brat, he may pretend to huff and hate punishments, but he never shifted away from you during a scene pause.

Placing down the paddle beside you, you host Belphie up and press him against your chest. The moment you do he's hiding his face in your shirt, an act of shyness that's out of character for the demon.

"Belphie, baby, are you ok? We can stop if you want to."

Belphie sniffles against your shift and you raise your hands to rub comforting circles into his skin.

"I'm fine, just.... I'm not letting a stupid paddle break me." He mumbles out the last part, but you're able to catch the gist of it and you frown.

"You know that's now how that works. You're not admitting defeat, or saying you're not strong enough if you use your safeword."

Believe grumbles out a response you don't catch, but you doubt he's agreeing with you. Shifting his head upwards you create eye contact between the two of you, and don't relent until he's staring into your eyes.

"What if I didn't want to do something and so I used our safeword? Am I breaking then?"

Belphie pouts, knowing that he'll never think any less of you if you were to use the safeword. So reluctantly he shakes his head.

"Well, why's it any different for you? Because you're a demon?"

He flashes pink at being so easily read, and he keeps his mouth shut as he shrinks down.

"No, but......" Belphie trails off, unsure of what to say. Smiling softly you lean forward to press a kiss into his lips, one he's quick to mirror.

"Alrighty, so no more holding in your safeword, ok?"

With an exaggerated sigh, Belphie nods before cuddling up to you. As you lay down with your arms wrapped around him, careful to shift him so his tender ass isn't touching anything, you begin stroking his hair. In the following silence, all that can be heard is the steady rise and fall of both of your chests before Belphie says determined:

"I'm going to burn that paddle though."

#obey me #obey me smut #obeymesmut #obey me dom!reader #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me asmo #obey me satan #obey me Beel #obey me belphie #my post #i swear this post was SUPPOSED to be short and sweet.#a little break while i work on my OTHER incredibly long fic #but then i kept thinking about Satan getting flashbacks to when he was tied up in NB and i had to write it #why i didnt just post my original short thoughts and then add Satan's part in a reblog #idk.#and since i written a mini fic for satan OBVIOUSLY i had to do it for the rest of the brothers!!#ok but ive been working on this for a few days. when i had a bit of freetime ill write a brothers part #the actual order i wrote these in was Satan. Asmo. Lucifer. Mammons and Levis got mixed up because i went inbetween them whenever i got #tired of working on their part #then Beel and then Belphie #idk if that like. shows lol #anyways. um. thank you for the ask!!!#i obviously thought about it really hard lol #i actually planned on having Beel safeword too and have him call Red #because in my mind you explained te concept of safewords to Beel and started off with red yellow green #and Beel just never bothered to create a new one #i actually didnt think ill do well at writing food play because im not personally into it but like. i kinda like it?#some of these didnt follow the prompty exactly bc i got tireddddd lol

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Break Ground [Final]

υ´• ﻌ •`υ — Pairing: Seungmin x Reader

υ´• ﻌ •`υ — Content/Trigger warning: Step brother!Seungmin, Step sister!Reader, Fem!Reader, Slow burn, Fluff, Service dom!Seungmin, Soft dom!Seungmin, Fingering (F. Receiving), P in V sex (unprotected), Creampie, Aftercare (?). [Let me know if I miss out any!]

υ´• ﻌ •`υ — Sypnosis: Y/N who is secretly in love with Seungmin - even before they were step-siblings, navigates the complexities of their relationship. Unspoken feelings escalates when she dates another boy to distract herself from Seungmin.

υ´• ﻌ •`υ — Master list - Break Ground (mini series)

υ´• ﻌ •`υ — 18+ work! MDNI! Ageless/blank blogs will be blocked, put an indicator on your blog somewhere that you are 18+ before interacting with this work/blog.

It was a few days after that fateful day that had changed everything between them. The atmosphere between Y/N and Seungmin had been thick with unspoken tension ever since. Every time they were alone, the air crackled with the weight of their unexpressed feelings.

One evening, they found themselves alone in the living room, their parents out for a dinner with friends. Seungmin sat on the couch, his eyes occasionally flicking to Y/N, who was pretending to focus on her phone. She could feel his gaze, the unspoken words hanging heavy between them.

Finally, Seungmin broke the silence. "Y/N," he began, his voice a little hesitant, "I... I need to talk to you about something."

She looked up, feigning nonchalance though her heart was racing. "Yeah? What’s up, Seungmin?"

He hesitated, as if searching for the right words. "I’ve been thinking a lot about us. About what happened… and how I feel about you."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, trying to hide the smirk threatening to form. She had an idea of where this was going, but she wanted to make him work for it. "And how exactly do you feel about me?" she asked, her tone playful, almost teasing.

Seungmin sighed, running a hand through his hair, clearly struggling with how to express himself. "You know it’s complicated… but I can’t keep pretending that I don’t care about you more than just as… as a step-sister."

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat, but she kept her composure, leaning back on the couch. "Oh? Is that so?" she teased, enjoying watching him squirm. "And what are you going to do about it?"

Seungmin looked at her, his expression serious. "I want to be with you, Y/N. Not just in secret. I want to be with you for real. I know it’s risky, and we’d have to be careful, but… I can’t keep this to myself anymore."

Y/N’s teasing facade faltered slightly at the earnestness in his voice. She leaned forward, her playful demeanor softening. "You know, Seungmin," she said, her voice dropping to a more sincere tone, "I broke up with my boyfriend."

Seungmin blinked, clearly surprised. "You did?"

She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "I realized that I couldn’t keep pretending with him when my heart was somewhere else."

He looked at her, his expression a mix of relief and confusion. "But why didn’t you tell me?"

Y/N leaned closer, her smile turning into a smirk as she spoke in a low, teasing voice. "Because I wanted to see how long it would take you to ask me out. And… because I know you were secretly jealous." She poked his arm playfully, enjoying the way his cheeks flushed slightly.

Seungmin’s eyes widened, and then he let out a small, almost embarrassed laugh. "You knew?"

Y/N knew that Seungmin was deeply jealous of the public affection she had shared with her ex-boyfriend at university. Even though Seungmin had never outright expressed his jealousy, the way his eyes would darken or how he’d get tense whenever her ex was mentioned spoke volumes. The every morning after Seungmin and her pleasured each other, Y/N had already made up her mind to end things with her boyfriend.

Breaking up with him wasn’t difficult; the connection she had with Seungmin was so much stronger, so much more real. However, she knows the secrecy of their new relationship came with its own set of challenges.

"Of course I knew," she teased. "You’re not as good at hiding your feelings as you think, Seungmin. I could see it every time we were at school. You hated that I could be affectionate with him in public, didn’t you?"

He groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah… I did. It drove me crazy seeing you with him when I couldn’t even let on how I felt about you."

Y/N reached out and took his hand, her teasing replaced by sincerity. "Well, you don’t have to worry about that anymore. I broke up with him because I wanted to be with you. I just love teasing you too much to tell you right away."

Seungmin squeezed her hand, his expression softening. "You’re something else, you know that?"

Y/N grinned. "I try."

They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of their mutual confessions settling between them. Then, Seungmin gently tugged her closer, his eyes searching hers. "So… does this mean we’re really doing this? Secretly dating?"

Y/N leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a soft, lingering kiss. When she pulled back, her eyes sparkled with mischief. "I think we’ve been doing this for a while now. But yeah, Seungmin… let’s make it official."

Seungmin’s smile was a mix of relief and happiness. "I’m glad," he murmured, pulling her into a deeper kiss, their connection now even stronger with the knowledge that they were finally on the same page.

As they pulled away, Y/N couldn’t resist one last tease. "You know, Seungmin, you might have to get used to seeing me tease you in public now. I can’t help myself."

Seungmin chuckled, shaking his head. "As long as I’m the only one you’re teasing like this, I think I can handle it."

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Seungmin’s years of bottled-up affection and hidden desires seemed to have created a flood once the dam finally broke. Now that they were together, he couldn't help but be an incredibly affectionate boyfriend, making up for all the lost time when he had to pretend that Y/N was just his step-sister.

At university, Y/N and Seungmin maintained the appearance of step-siblings, keeping up the facade for the sake of their friends and classmates. The knowledge that they couldn’t openly show their affection in public made the moments they shared in private all the more intense.

Whenever they were alone, whether it was sneaking kisses in secluded corners of the campus or meeting up at their favorite spots outside of school, the chemistry between them was undeniable. But in front of their friends, they had to act like nothing had changed, keeping their interactions casual and friendly, hiding the passion that simmered beneath the surface.

Seungmin made sure to shower Y/N with all the love and attention he had kept locked away for so long. He was always finding excuses to pull her close, to press soft kisses to her forehead, her cheeks, her lips—anywhere he could reach. It was as if he needed to make up for all the years he couldn’t show her how he truly felt.

Whether it was a gentle brush of his hand against hers as they walked side by side, or a full embrace when they were in the privacy of her room, Seungmin was constantly seeking out ways to express his love. He’d lean in to steal kisses when she least expected it, and when they were cuddled up together, he’d nuzzle into her neck, leaving a trail of tender kisses as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear.

In the mornings before they left for university, Seungmin would pull Y/N into his arms, pressing a lingering kiss to her lips, as if he couldn’t bear to be away from her for too long. And when they returned home, he’d greet her with the same level of affection, as if each moment apart only made his love for her grow stronger.

It wasn’t just physical affection, either. Seungmin made sure Y/N knew how much she meant to him with his words and actions. He was always attentive, always ready to listen to her, to comfort her, to make her feel cherished. The years he had spent hiding his feelings had only deepened his love for her, and now that he could finally express it, he was determined to make every moment count.

Y/N, for her part, relished in Seungmin’s affection. She had always known he cared for her, but experiencing it so openly and freely was something entirely different. The intensity of his love was overwhelming at times, but in the best possible way. And as much as she loved teasing him, she knew that his affection was something she had come to rely on, something that made her feel safe, loved, and truly cherished.

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The sexual tension between Seungmin and Y/N had been building steadily for months. Their secret relationship was filled with stolen kisses, late-night rendezvous, and whispered confessions. But despite how far they’d gone, there was still one line they hadn’t crossed—a line that Y/N was eager to step over.

Every time they were alone, the desire between them grew more intense. They had explored each other’s bodies with hands and mouths, pushing the limits of their self-control, but Seungmin always held himself back from going all the way. Y/N could feel his restraint every time they were together, the way his hands would tighten on her hips, or how his breath would hitch as he fought to control himself. She could tell he was struggling, especially when she teased him, urging him to let go and take her fully. But Seungmin had made up his mind—he wanted to wait and give her a perfect first time, no matter how difficult it was.

One night, as they lay together in her room, the moonlight casting soft shadows across their tangled limbs, Y/N couldn’t hold back her longing any longer. She pressed herself against him, her hands roaming over his chest as she whispered, “Seungmin… I want you to take me. I want you completely.”

Seungmin’s breath caught in his throat, his body tensing as her words sank in. He had heard her say this before, had felt the same desperate urge to give in, to finally claim her as his own. But he knew if he gave in now, there would be no going back.

He closed his eyes, trying to steady his breathing as Y/N continued to press kisses along his neck, her hands wandering lower, teasing him. “Y/N,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire, “you know how much I want to… but we have to wait.”

Y/N pulled back slightly, her eyes meeting his with a mix of frustration and yearning. “Why, Seungmin? We both want this. Why can’t we just…?”

“Because,” he interrupted gently, his hands cupping her face, “I want it to be special. I want it to be perfect. And… I don’t trust myself to stop if we start now.”

She could see the sincerity in his eyes, the way he was holding himself back for her sake. It made her heart ache with both love and longing. She knew he was right, but that didn’t make it any easier. “You’re driving me crazy, you know that?” she teased, trying to lighten the mood, even as her body ached for more.

Seungmin chuckled softly, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip. “You’re the one driving me crazy,” he murmured, leaning in to capture her lips in a deep, heated kiss. “But I promise, it’ll be worth the wait. Your birthday… I’ll make it special for you. I’ll take you fully then.”

Y/N sighed, a mix of anticipation and frustration swirling within her. “You better keep that promise,” she whispered against his lips.

Seungmin grinned, his eyes darkening with a mix of love and desire. “I will,” he promised, kissing her deeply once more before pulling her close, both of them trying to ignore the fire burning between them.

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Y/N woke up to a flood of messages and calls from her friends wishing her a happy birthday. She smiled as she read through each one, her heart warming at the love and attention. The day had finally arrived, the day she and Seungmin had been eagerly anticipating. But she pushed that thought to the back of her mind for now, focusing instead on the plans she had.

Because her birthday clashes with the holidays, her parents and Seungmin surprised her with a suite in a resort by the beach, where her friends decorated the suite’s living room with flowers, balloons and streamers. The table was already filled with gifts, and Y/N felt her heart swell with gratitude as she reached and saw all her close friends already in the room, surprising her.

She thought this was a family trip and did not think that her friends would be in it too. She knew this would be Seungmin’s doing, to invite her close friends since he knew Y/N would like to spent some time with her friends too on her special day. She made a mental note to thank him later.

They ordered a huge brunch spread, complete with pancakes, waffles, and mimosas. The conversation flowed easily, filled with laughter and stories. Her friends, knowing she had broken up with her boyfriend, made sure to keep the mood light and fun. Y/N just laughed it off, her mind secretly preoccupied with thoughts of Seungmin.

After brunch, her parents presented her with their gifts. Her mother handed her a beautifully wrapped box, and when Y/N opened it, her eyes widened in surprise. Inside was a set of delicate lingerie in soft pastels, intricate lace detailing the edges. She looked up at her mother, who smiled and winked.

“Just a little something for you to feel special,” her mother said, a knowing twinkle in her eye. “We know how close you and your boyfriend were.”

Before Y/N could respond, her father handed her a smaller box. She opened it to find a pack of condoms, and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“Dad!” she exclaimed, trying to hide her mortification.

He just chuckled. “Better safe than sorry, right? We just want you to be prepared.”

Y/N forced a smile, nodding along even though she felt a wave of discomfort wash over her. They didn’t know she had broken up with her boyfriend, and she wasn’t about to correct them now. Seungmin, who had been quiet during the gift exchange, glanced at her with a subtle, knowing smile that made her heart skip a beat.

Her parents decided to leave after Brunch for home, thinking they should leave the youngsters to their activities.

It was a perfect day—one filled with the warmth of friendship and the carefree joy that came with it. But as much as Y/N enjoyed the time with her friends, she couldn’t help but feel a growing sense of anticipation as the hours passed.

As the night wore on and her friends finally returned home leaving only her and Seungmin staying for the night, Y/N found herself growing more and more anxious. The anticipation that had been building all day was almost too much to bear. After a nice bubble bath, she changed into the new lingerie her mother had given her, the soft lace brushing against her skin, and sat on the king-sized resort bed, waiting.

It wasn’t long before she hear the bathroom door open. Her heart raced as she sees Seungmin came out with a towel to dry his hair. He entered quietly, closing the door behind him, and when he turned to face her, the intensity in his eyes made her breath hitch.

He threw the towel aside and went to his bag taking out a small, neatly wrapped box, and Y/N took it, her hands trembling slightly. She unwrapped it carefully, revealing a delicate silver necklace with a tiny pendant shaped like a puppy. It was simple, cute, yet elegant, and she immediately fell in love with it.

“Happy birthday,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with something deeper than just affection.

“Oh, Seungmin… it’s beautiful,” she whispered, her eyes shining with emotion.

“I’m glad you like it,” he said softly, taking the necklace from her and gently fastening it around her neck. His fingers brushed against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. “I wanted to give you something special, something that would always remind you of how much I care about you.”

Y/N reached up to touch the pendant, her heart swelling with love for him. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “I’ll never take it off.”

Seungmin smiled, his eyes darkening with desire as he took in the sight of her in the lingerie, the necklace resting just above the delicate fabric. “You look… incredible,” he murmured, stepping closer to her.

Y/N felt her breath catch as he closed the distance between them, his hands coming up to cup her face. He kissed her softly at first, his lips gentle and tender against hers. But as the kiss deepened, the passion they had been holding back for so long began to surge forward, unstoppable.

They moved to the bed, their kisses growing more intense, more desperate. Seungmin’s hands roamed over her body, caressing her through the delicate lace, his touch sending waves of pleasure through her. Y/N’s hands weren’t idle either; she traced the lines of his muscles, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips.

When Seungmin finally pulled back, his breathing heavy, he looked at her with a mix of love and something more primal. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice rough with need.

Y/N nodded, her eyes locked on his. “I’ve never been more sure about anything,” she whispered.

With that, they slowly began to undress each other, their movements filled with both reverence and urgency. When their bodies finally met, skin on skin, the sensation was overwhelming. The feeling of being so close, of finally fulfilling the promise they had made to each other, was almost too much to bear.

Seungmin took his time, exploring every inch of her body, worshiping her with his lips and hands. He kissed her deeply, their tongues tangling together as they lost themselves in each other. The anticipation that had been building for so long made every touch, every kiss, feel electric, the pleasure almost too intense.

“Seungmin…” Y/N whispered as she felt him move lower, his mouth leaving a trail of fire down her neck, her chest, her stomach. He paused for a moment, looking up at her, his eyes filled with love and desire.

“I want to make this perfect for you,” he murmured, his voice low and husky.

“It already is,” she breathed, her fingers threading through his hair.

He smiled at that, and then he was kissing her again, his hands guiding her hips as they moved together, the tension between them building higher and higher. The pleasure was overwhelming, the connection between them so deep, so powerful, that it felt like nothing else in the world existed.

As Seungmin's hands slid lower, teasing the waistband of her panties, Y/N's breath caught in her throat. The tension between them was thick, each movement filled with anticipation. When Seungmin finally removed the last barrier between them, he took a moment to just look at her, his eyes drinking in the sight of her laid bare before him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice filled with reverence.

Y/N felt a blush creep up her neck, her heart pounding in her chest. “Seungmin…”

He leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss that left her breathless. His hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve, every dip, as if he was memorizing the feel of her. When his fingers finally found her center, she gasped, arching into his touch.

“Does that feel good?” Seungmin murmured against her neck, his voice deep and husky. He nipped at her collarbone, his fingers digging into her hips as he pressed his body closer to hers.

“Yes… so good,” Y/N gasped, arching into him. Her hands slid up his back, her nails raking down his skin, eliciting a groan from him that made her pulse race.

He was slow, almost maddeningly so, his fingers moving in a gentle rhythm that had her squirming beneath him. He watched her closely, his eyes dark with desire as he teased her, drawing out her pleasure until she was on the edge of begging.

“Please…” she whispered, her voice trembling with need.

Seungmin’s eyes darkened with lust as he looked down at her, his breath heavy. “You don’t know what you do to me, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “You make me lose control… I’ve been holding back for so long, but tonight… I don’t want to anymore.”

“Then don’t,” Y/N urged, her voice barely above a whisper. “I trust you, Seungmin. I want you to let go. I want to feel all of you.”

That was all Seungmin needed to hear. His resolve crumbled as he captured her lips in another searing kiss, his tongue plunging into her mouth with a hunger that matched her own. His hands gripped her hips more tightly, lifting her slightly as he aligned their bodies. The sensation of his hardness pressing against her core sent waves of heat through her, and she instinctively rocked her hips against him, craving more of the friction that drove her wild.

Seungmin growled low in his throat as he felt Y/N’s heat against him. He broke the kiss, panting as he looked down at her, his eyes filled with a primal need. “You feel so good, Y/N… I can’t get enough of you.”

With a groan of surrender, Seungmin’s hands moved to her thighs, parting them as he positioned himself between her legs. He reached down to grasp his length, guiding it to her entrance, but instead of entering her, he teased her, rubbing himself against her slick folds. The sensation was maddening, and Y/N whimpered, her hips bucking up to meet him.

“Please, Seungmin,” she begged, her voice trembling with need. “I need you… don’t tease me.”

Seungmin smirked at her desperation, the control he had over her fueling his own desire. “You’re so beautiful when you beg,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “But I want to make sure you’re ready for me.”

With that, he slipped his finger back inside her and added another quickly after, her warmth and wetness nearly driving him over the edge. Y/N gasped at the intrusion, her body instinctively tightening around him as he began to move his finger in and out of her, slowly at first, then gradually increasing the pace. The sensation was electric, her nerves alight with pleasure as he added a third finger, stretching her further.

“Seungmin…” Y/N moaned, her hands clutching at the sheets as he pumped his fingers into her with increasing intensity. “It feels so good… I’m so close…”

Seungmin’s eyes were locked on her face, watching every expression of pleasure that crossed her features. “That’s it, baby… let go for me,” he coaxed, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing it in firm circles. The added stimulation sent Y/N over the edge, her body tensing as she cried out his name, waves of pleasure crashing over her as she came undone around his fingers.

He didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, even as she rode out her orgasm. Instead, he kept up the relentless pace, his fingers thrusting into her, his thumb working her clit, drawing out her pleasure until she was a quivering mess beneath him.

“Seungmin, I can’t… it’s too much…” Y/N gasped, her body trembling from the intensity of her release.

But Seungmin wasn’t done. He withdrew his fingers, his hand slick with her arousal, and brought them to his mouth, his eyes never leaving hers as he licked them clean. “You taste so sweet, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice low and seductive. “I could spend all night tasting you.”

Y/N’s breath hitched at his words, her body already aching for more. “I want to feel you, Seungmin… all of you,” she whispered, her voice shaky with need. “Please… I need you inside me.”

Seungmin’s control snapped. He reached down to line himself up with her entrance, but paused, his eyes searching hers for any hesitation. “Are you sure, Y/N?” he asked, his voice gentle despite the fire burning in his eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Y/N nodded, her heart swelling with love for him. “I’m sure,” she whispered, her voice filled with trust and affection. “I want this, Seungmin. I want you.”

Seungmin’s breath hitched at her words, and for a moment, he just looked at her, his expression unreadable. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he positioned himself between her legs, the tip of him brushing against her entrance.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Y/N nodded, with her consent, Seungmin began to push inside her, his breath catching in his throat at the tightness that enveloped him. Y/N gasped, her body tensing at the unfamiliar stretch. Seungmin stilled, his hands gripping her hips as he gave her time to adjust to the feeling of him inside her.

Y/N felt her heart racing as she felt him slowly begin to push inside her. The sensation was intense, a mix of pleasure and pressure as her body adjusted to the intrusion. Seungmin moved carefully, inch by inch, his hands started massaging her sides as he watched her face for any sign of discomfort.

He let out a shaky breath, his control fraying at the edges as he continued to push deeper, her warmth enveloping him in a way that made his head spin. When he was fully seated inside her, he paused, his forehead resting against hers as they both took a moment to adjust.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “We can stop if it’s too much.”

Y/N shook her head, her hands clutching at his shoulders as she tried to relax, her eyes fluttering shut as she focused on the sensation. “I’m okay… just give me a moment,” she whispered, her voice soft but determined.

Seungmin waited, his body trembling with the effort of remaining still. Seungmin leaned down to place soft kisses all over her face. He was buried inside her to the hilt, and the sensation of her warmth and tightness surrounding him was almost too much to bear. But he would wait as long as she needed, because this wasn’t just about pleasure—it was about them, about the connection they shared, about the love that had brought them to this moment.

“You feel… incredible,” he whispered, his voice laced with awe.

“So do you,” Y/N replied, her hands sliding up his back, pulling him closer.

For a few moments, they just stayed like that, their bodies intertwined, their breaths mingling as they savored the intimacy of the moment.

Finally, Y/N took a deep breath and nodded, her eyes meeting his. “I’m ready,” she whispered, her voice filled with trust and love.

Seungmin’s heart swelled with emotion as he kiss her once on the lips and began to move, slowly at first, giving her time to adjust to the sensation of him inside her. Every inch of her body was alight with pleasure, and she could feel every movement, every thrust, as he filled her completely.

The pleasure was intense, overwhelming, but Seungmin held back, his movements slow and controlled as he guided her through the experience. He was patient, making sure she was comfortable, that the pleasure outweighed any discomfort.

The sensation was overwhelming, but it was also perfect, and she couldn’t help the moan that escaped her lips as he began to pick up the pace. And as Y/N’s body adjusted, she began to meet his thrusts, her hands gripping his shoulders as she urged him on.

“Y/N… you feel so good,” Seungmin groaned against her ear, his hands went to her breasts as he thrust into her with increasing intensity. “I can’t believe we’re finally doing this… you’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”

Y/N’s breath hitched as the pleasure began to build again, her body responding to every movement, every touch. “Seungmin… don’t stop… please, don’t stop,” she gasped, her hands clutching at his shoulders as she met his thrusts with equal fervor.

He knew what she needed before she even finished the sentence, his pace quickening just enough to push her closer to the edge. The tension between them was electric, the pleasure so intense it was almost unbearable.

Seungmin’s control was slipping. He could feel the pleasure building inside him, the overwhelming need to lose himself in her completely. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as he continued to move inside her, his pace growing more desperate with each thrust.

Y/N moaned into his mouth, her body trembling with the intensity of the pleasure that was coursing through her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her, the sensation of him fucking her deep drives her wild with desire.

“Seungmin… I’m so close… please, I need you…” Y/N gasped, her voice trembling with need.

Seungmin groaned as he felt Y/N’s walls tightening around him, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he thrust into her with a force that bordered on desperation. “Come for me, Y/N,” he urged, his voice rough with emotion. “Don’t hold back,” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. “Let go, Y/N. I’m right here with you, I’ve got you.”

That was all she needed. The pleasure built to an unbearable peak, and with a cry of his name, she came undone beneath him, her body tightening around him as waves of ecstasy crashed over her.

Seungmin wasn’t far behind. The sensation of her climax, the way her walls clenched around him, was too much to bear. With a few more desperate thrusts, he followed her over the edge, his own release shattering through him as he buried himself deep inside her. Seungmin catch Y/N’s lips into a searing kiss, tongue tangled with her’s as he paints her walls with his cum. His body trembling with the force of his release as he held her close, his grip almost desperate.

Seungmin’s body shuddered as he rode out the intense waves of pleasure, buried deep inside Y/N. His breath came in ragged gasps, his forehead resting against hers as he tried to regain his composure. His body spent but his heart full. Y/N wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as they both caught their breath, the aftershocks of their lovemaking still pulsing through them. The room was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing, the air thick with the scent of sex and the lingering warmth of their shared release.

Y/N’s hands were still tangled in Seungmin’s hair, her body quivering beneath him as she slowly came down from her high. She could feel the rapid thumping of Seungmin’s heart against her chest, their bodies still intimately connected, the sensation of him still inside her making her feel a warmth and connection unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.

“Y/N…” Seungmin murmured, his voice laced with emotion as he slowly lifted his head to look at her. His dark eyes were filled with a tenderness that took her breath away, and she could see the love and devotion in his gaze as he brushed a stray lock of hair from her face.

She smiled up at him, her heart swelling with affection as she cupped his cheek with her hand. “Seungmin,” she whispered back, her voice soft and filled with emotion. “That was… incredible.”

Seungmin’s lips curled into a small, satisfied smile as he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her lips. “You’re incredible,” he whispered against her mouth, his voice still a little breathless. “I can’t believe we just… did that. You were so perfect.”

Y/N blushed at his words, her heart fluttering in her chest as she returned the kiss. As she pulled away, Y/N smiled, her heart swelling with affection as she reached up to brush a strand of hair from his forehead. “So were you.”

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” she confessed, her voice trembling slightly. “I can’t believe it finally happened… with you. It was everything I imagined and more.”

Seungmin’s eyes softened even further as he pressed his forehead against hers, their noses brushing as they shared a moment of quiet intimacy. “I’ve dreamed about this for so long,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “But it was more than just the physical… it’s because it’s you, Y/N. I love you so much, and being with you like this… it’s like everything I’ve ever wanted finally came true.”

Y/N’s heart soared at his words, and she felt a warmth spread through her chest as she looked into his eyes. “I love you too, Seungmin,” she whispered back, her voice filled with sincerity. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone else… you’re everything to me.”

Seungmin’s heart swelled with emotion, and he couldn’t resist leaning down to capture her lips in another tender kiss. The passion from earlier was still there, but it was tempered with a deep sense of love and connection that made the kiss feel even more meaningful.

They stayed like that for a while, their bodies still connected as they exchanged slow, languid kisses, savoring the afterglow of their lovemaking. Seungmin’s hands gently caressed her sides, his touch soft and reverent as he memorized every inch of her skin. Y/N’s fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck, her touch light and soothing as they shared this intimate moment.

Eventually, Seungmin reluctantly pulled back, his gaze full of love as he looked down at her. “Are you okay?” he asked softly, his voice laced with concern as he searched her eyes for any signs of discomfort.

Y/N smiled up at him, her eyes shining with happiness. “I’m more than okay,” she assured him, her voice full of contentment. “I feel… complete. Like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.”

Seungmin’s heart swelled with emotion at her words, and he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead before slowly pulling out of her. The sensation left them both feeling a little empty, but the warmth of their connection remained.

As they lay there, tangled together in the sheets, Seungmin pulled Y/N into his arms, holding her close against his chest. She nuzzled into his neck, her breath warm against his skin as she sighed contentedly. Seungmin’s hand gently stroked her back, his touch soothing as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“Thank you,” Seungmin whispered, his voice filled with gratitude as he held her close. “For trusting me, for loving me… I’ll never take that for granted.”

Y/N looked up at him, her heart overflowing with affection as she cupped his cheek. “I’m the one who’s grateful,” she replied softly, her voice filled with emotion. “You’ve always been there for me, even when I didn’t realize how much I needed you. I love you, Seungmin… and I always will.”

Seungmin’s heart melted at her words, and he couldn’t resist capturing her lips in another sweet, lingering kiss. “I love you too, Y/N,” he whispered against her mouth. “More than anything.”

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other’s arms, their bodies warm and content as they drifted off to sleep. The night had been everything they had hoped for and more, and as they fell asleep in each other’s arms. In that moment, the world outside didn’t matter; all that mattered was the love they had for each other.

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minoment · 1 year

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For fucks sake I'm so sick of sub!readers.

I'm looking at the straight fem!sub writers and the straight male!dom writers.

Stop whining about how dom!readers make the characters submissive. Search up any fanfic and the reader will most likely be submissive. You guys seriously ruin some characters and write fics that are basically breeding grounds for SA, r4p3, and misogyny.

I'm so done. This may not sound completely correct in some contexts but I just need to put this out there.

Tag your damn fics and leave us dom!readers alone. We are out here struggling to find fics and discussing our opinions because of the amount of complaining.

This goes for the harassment of queer blogs too. It's MLM, WLW, NBLM, NBLW, or NBLNB for A DAMN REASON. Go be straight somewhere else.

It's so simple I don't understand.

IF YOU DON'T LIKE SOMETHING. SCROLL.

(I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT THE QUEER SUB!READERS BTW. I LOVE YOU GUYS! <3)

#dom reader #sub character #mini rant #im actually so fucking sick of this #literally stop #i seriously dont know how many damn times i have to say this #its so frustrating #fuck #mino chats //#masterlist

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urmdfkrfr · 2 days

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Fucking in the changing rooms while i have a mini skirt on and you can suck my tiny pre t dick and ill double finger you 🤭

#mini skirt #tennis skirt #miniskirtpov #pov #ftm nsft #queer #ftm dom #nsft trans #trans nsft #transmasc nsft #br33d1ng #ftm puppy #br33dable #ftm sub #changingroompov #is this too much to ask for

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boybasher · 4 months

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#modesto #satin pantys #satin and lace #satin bikini #mini skirt #mtf #mtf trans #mtf girl #mtf nsft #mtf hrt #mtf sub #mtf puppy #mtf trap #mtf women #mtf t4t #mtf dom

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c-nstellati-ns · 2 years

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Your ideas feed me so well. How do you feel about swirling the cold barrel of his gun on his clit? - that anon

i get my best ideas at the worst time tbh…. 🤭🤭….

mini excerpt bc i don’t feel like making a full fic:

“Haah— fuckin’- fuckin’ hell, dude…”

Mista’s hoarse voice finally manages to whisper out through soft pants and whimpers. You press the barrel of his gun harder against his puffy clit, enjoying the rough sob that you tore from his throat as you did so. His legs shook around your head, keeping your in place, right in front of his pretty pussy. How long had it been now? His head swims with pleasure and he can’t think straight anymore. His skin was heated, his thighs slick with your saliva and his own cum. The gunslinger can’t help but feel a tiny bit embarrassed.

You grin and gently rub the gun over his dripping folds, watching as Mista can’t help but pant into the air. “You’re the one who suggested this, pretty boy…” You coo softly, only earning a harsh tug of your thick locs. You chuckle a bit and throw his gun to the side, “Just a little more… you can do it, right?” With this, you press your lips into his core, giving his cunt a good lick. Mista sobs again, his thighs twitching hard again. He’s came so many times tonight already… but what’s one more, right?

“F-fuck you… fuck you for being so hot.” That was most definitely a yes.

#achilles' thirsts ⭐#💖✨ — ‘that’ anon #top male reader #dom male reader #dom reader #male reader #x male reader #mista x male reader #male reader insert #sub jjba #jjba smut #i should do more mini excerpts like this #its fun to just….. do a mini thing #does this count as a thirst LMFAO #mista thirst

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teatitty · 1 year

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Aizawa is a dom because no way a normal 15-16 year old would come up with the idea of a binding cloth [you all call it capture scarf in fics but Aizawa canonically refers to it as this] as a weapon choice and then proceed to not only use said binding weapon for the next 14-15 years but also brag about how you can't break out of it or tear it apart

Also? These shots speak for themselves. On top of that Aizawa's whole thing is hating being helpless/useless and being at his most comfortable when he's in control of a situation. He's a dom fellas

#bnha #aizawa shouta #meta post #like a mini joke one anyway #except I'm not joking at all #mic is a sub btw I'll die on that fucking hill too #'but didn't you say they switch in bed' they do <3 #dom/sub does not erase them versing it up #one day I will share my full very niche smutty hc's of them and their tastes #but today is not that day

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redstrewn · 1 year

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As above so below side to side to and fro

#part of the mini army of dom leander delusioners #inhaling mad copium #leander #touchstarved shitposting #debating whether i should add this to the main game tag

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seokminded · 9 months

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Everybody's watching him,

But he's looking at you ▸ Ch:1

Seokmin ✗ staff!reader ▸ mini series

꒰☆꒱ Genre: Fluff + workplace romance?

꒰☆꒱ Warning: Close proximity, suggestive dialogue, he touches your thigh, missed any lmk.

꒰☆꒱ Inspo: THIS! & teaser!

꒰☆꒱ Wc: 426

"Seokmin-sshi? Is there anything I can do for you?"

His intense gaze on you softened as a thin-lipped smile played on his lips...oh, OH he was smirking, not smiling. Even though it hadn't been long since you were transferred to SEVENTEEN's staff and crew unit, you'd never seen Seokmin look at anyone like this.

Eyes dopey as he drunk in your confused face and lips forming a mean...smirk?? Since when did 'Mr. sunshine and smiles' know how to do that?

Seated across from you in his make-up chair, his lids were smeared in dark ombre eye shadow, and lips coral from the S2ND tint he endorsed. He leaned a tad bit closer to you.

"Oh there's a lot you can do for me love."

Eyes flickering to your lips for a nanosecond as he lets out a dry chuckle. Your eyes go wide as you picture all the endless possible insinuations behind that statement.

"Wh-what exactly do you mean?"

You stutter.

Within a blink of an eye, he had moved closer to you. His warm breath almost fanning your heated face. His veiny hand languidly crept up to your thigh to delicately stroke your smooth skin.

"Maybe you can start wi-"

He was cut off by the photoshoot director's voice that echoed through the megaphone.

"Dokyeom-ah! We're ready for you! Can we start now?"

Retracting himself from your personal space he let out an exasperated sigh. Glancing over at the set that was prepared just for him, he looks back at you.

"You're thinking too much. I'll be back, yeah?"

He spoke in a low and dangerous voice, sending jitters down your spine. Letting his eyes scan your figure one last time, he briskly got up and strode away while grabbing the thin-rim glasses which were a prop for the shoot.

Now that you were by yourself you tried to decode his words. Not like there was much to decode. But this wasn't the first time he'd said something as brazen. He's been doing it ever since your official welcome dinner. The day you met the team and were introduced as the new management division head, under you were the members' individual managers. You often tagged along to photoshoots, MV shoots, and sometimes interviews and other media sites. Giving you several chances to be around the members and also giving Seokmin opportunities to taunt you and shamelessly flirt.

Of course, you've had to tolerate flirtatious behavior at work and even outside work, but none of them had this impact on you. You had initially brushed it off as him just being curious, but things were a lil' past curious now, weren't they?

My first mini-series guys! Show some love!

My transition into a smut blog? Idk.

How do you wanna see this go? LMK in the reblog tags.

#Seokminded.arcv #lee seokmin #dk #dokeyom #seventeen #svt #dk x reader #dk x you #seokmin x reader #dom seokmin #artai.writes #mini fic #kinda suggestive?

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angelbratty · 4 days

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Have a new skirt. 🌸

And yes... it's very short 🌸

#cnc free use #rough cnc #bd/sm kink #bd/sm blog #bd/sm brat #bd/sm community #r@pe kink #bd/sm daddy #bd/sm dom #bd/sm pet #skirt #mini skirt

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nicoscheer · 1 year

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#30/08/2023 #miles Kane #he looks so happy and content #I can’t how these four tall grown ass men all squeeze into his mini 🥹🥹🥹🫶🏽#also how they look like each and every one might go to a different event #also Dom just casually in his vest probably freezing his ass off for fashion #love how animatedly Miles talks

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0nlythrowharrybeaux · 2 years

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Young American - Part 9**

A/N: Ahhhh finally and it's a long one! I really love this chapter because our characters have reached 2 new milestones. Also, I've been feeling very nostalgic and the places I wrote about are very real and extremely important places to me since I was a teenager 🥹. When I was in high school my friends and I ditched school (well we did on countless occasions haha) and would drive out to the mentioned beach and dune and hang out and sing and play guitar for hours, I felt safe and comfortable and so happy there (I might be wrong, but I think 1D actually filmed WMYB at this beach, or at least it looks similar). Either way, I just wanted to mention that because it really just helped me tap into the feelings I wanted to portray in this chapter and ultimately it helped me be able to finish writing this chapter. I really hope you guys like it and thank you so much for your patience! 💖

WC: 11.9K

Warnings: Mentions of family drama (same as part 8), mutual masturbation, facefucking (male receiving), slight degradation, subspace/topspace.

I forgot to tag people in part 8, here it is!

Series Masterlist

Y/N was smiling bright and looking out the window on his side as they drove down the 1, more commonly known as the Pacific Coast Highway. She liked the beach, it was one of the reasons why she had been so excited to move in with her aunt in LA. She usually hit the beaches in OC, wanting to avoid the heavy traffic out near Malibu. However, Harry drove through the small coastal city, the traffic diminishing the further out they got. She glanced over to him and he spared a quick glance to her.

“We’re going to the Ventura County beaches.” He said to her and she nodded, “Have you ever been out here?” He asked and she shook her head.

“No, not that I recall.” She said.

“They’re not as crowded as Malibu beaches.” He explained.

“Mmmm… and how did you come across it?” She asked.

“My first week here I just went for a drive and I just ummm…kept going.” He shrugged with a little smile. “Saw the beach we’re going to and I absolutely loved it. It’s small and it’s got lots of trees and it’s not very crowded, it’s very pretty there.” He explained, she was excited now and they winded up the 1 North.

They hadn’t really said much, just listening to the music playing softly over the speakers and enjoying the view. She was grateful that he had whisked her away, as much as she loved being at the shop it was currently hard to sit there and feel like she was being forced to choose. She wanted to work on her things in peace with someone she cared for and trusted, maybe clarity would come with the calm.

“Everything alright?” Harry’s voice intruded her thoughts and she turned towards him and nodded.

“Yeah, just thinking about what happened.” She said and sighed, “They ummm…basically said that as long as I stay on this trajectory that they wouldn’t speak to me.”

“Oh.” He frowned and squeezed her hand a little bit. There wasn’t anything to say that she hadn’t already heard, so she appreciated his quiet contemplation of the information she’d just shared before saying anything, “What’s bothering you most about the whole thing?” He finally asked and she immediately knew.

“That I know what they did to Julie for doing whatever the hell she wanted, she literally was painted out to be this evil and rebellious black sheep because she wasn’t living too traditionally, it was awful! And I don’t know, I just feel stupid for thinking or…hoping that when it came to me they’d come around.” She said and Harry nodded as he still focused on the road, but listened intently to her, “I’m such an idiot. So fucking naive.” She almost spat to herself with disdain and Harry frowned.

“You’re not naive or an idiot, it’s your family, Y/N, you’re not out of turn to expect them to love you as they always have. It’s not an unrealistic expectation to want their support. This is not your fault.” He said to her and she nodded.

“I know Harry, but it feels like it.” She said turning towards him and he frowned.

“I’m sorry, baby.” He said and she sighed.

“God, must think my family’s a herd of bigots and traditionalists.” She huffed with an eye roll.

“I mean, a little bit,” he said with a chuckle and she giggled, “But look the only person I care about impressing is Julie and well, I’ve got her in the bag.” He said with a happy smile, “Or at least I think I do.” He spared a glance to Y/N and she smiled.

“Your confidence is sexy and not misplaced in any way.” She responded.

“I can’t tell if you mean that or are saying it sarcastically.” He chuckled.

“Well that’s for you to figure out.” She teased.

“I need to know if Julie likes me!” He chuckled, “Every time I’m over and run into her I have these full fledged conversations because she’s so easy to talk to! And you know I’m not really a talker. Am I like this annoying guy who comes around with a crush on her niece?” He asked her as she laughed.

“She loves you, don’t worry.” Y/N assured him and he smiled in relief.

“Good.” He hummed happily. It was only about five more minutes before they started to emerge through this very rocky part of the coastline and he smiled.

“And on your left you’ll find Sycamore Cove.” He said in his best “tour guide” tone and she grinned at his theatrics.

“Wow, that’s different.” She said and he nodded.

“It’s pretty right?” He asked as he rolled to a stop slowly and turned on his blinker to turn into the nearly empty lot, there were only two other cars there that she could see and soon he was rolling over the sandy lot and fitting into a spot, “Surprise.” He turned to her with a smile and she was beaming.

“I love this, thank you.” She assured.

“Great. I’ve also got something that we’ll need to do after this. You’re going to absolutely love it.” He said and she grinned in excitement.

“Can’t wait.” She hummed. Harry instructed her to grab her tote and his from the backseat while he grabbed the blanket and other things he had brought with him for this outing. Once she heard the trunk shut he walked past her to guide her way. As soon as the reached the sand he just slipped his feet out of his white vans, well they were more light gray and very wrecked up, but it was funny to her that he had been occupying these as slippers basically, “Wait, let me lean on you.” She said and he came on over so that she could steady herself as she slid out of her own shoes and socks before they continued their trek.

“To your left.” He said as she got a little distracted looking over to the rocky structure they had driven past not even ten minutes prior, “We can climb that if you want.”

“Maybe when I’m not wearing these jeans.” She said, “I don’t have great range of motion.” She explained with a giggle and Harry sniggered as he stopped by this giant, worn down log. He set down the big Ikea bag he had and pulled out a navy & white checkered black blanket. He carefully extended it and then had her sit. She dropped her shoes to her side before settling into the blanket-covered sand, her back was up against the log. And once she was comfortable he pulled out his sketch pad and his pencil case and sat down diagonally form her. This prompted her to pull out her iPad and apple pen, “What’re you gonna draw?” She asked him quietly.

“Not sure yet.” He hummed.

“Do you want to draw me?” She asked with a smile.

“I could.” He mused and she nodded eagerly, “I’ll try to do you justice, capture you drawing.” He said and she smiled.

“Yeah, do it! I’m gonna finish this design I’m almost done with and then I’ll draw you.” She said with enthusiasm and they got to work.

Y/N wasn’t sure if this qualified as romantic, but it was to her. The tension between them was steadily rising. She abandoned her tattoo design rather quickly and started drawing him instead when she felt his intense gaze taking her in. His eyebrows were a bit creased as he focused, but every now and again their eyes would meet and they’d both smile giddily before getting back to it, trying not to get distracted for too long. After a good thirty minutes of drawing and sporadic little pieces of conversation they were wrapping it up.

“Wanna see yours first.” He said and she scoffed but agreed and hurried to add in the final little details of it.

“Ta-da!” She sang with a smile as she turned over her iPad and he grinned.

“That’s sick. That’s really fucking good.” He said taking it from her carefully and looking over it more closely with a big smile. As he shifted a bit his sketchpad slipped from under his arm and her smile fell as she saw his drawing. Obviously, it wasn’t as detailed as an hour or two-long portrait would be, but it was still an impressive portrait; if this was how he drew she wanted to see how he painted, he had said that was kind of his thing. She smiled as she pulled it closer to her face to see all the little details he had gotten in there - like the sliver of light on her face from the the sun reflecting off of the surface of the iPad. Harry bit his lip nervously as she studied over his drawing of her, “Like it?” He eventually asked and she nodded as her eyes flickered up to his own.

“I love it. Can I keep it?” She asked right away and he smiled and nodded.

“Course you can.” He responded softly and she smiled in quiet excitement. She handed back the sketch pad and he her iPad before Harry meticulously tore out the page and Y/N took it and carefully tucked it into one of the sleeves of her iPad’s cover before she put it away and leant back against the log, but much closer to him than before. “No, c’mere.” He said patting the open space between his legs and she climbed over and settled back into his chest as his hands wrapped around her middle and squeezed her close.

“Missed you.” She said as he rubbed his cheek into the side of her head.

“Missed you most.” He whispered and she smiled, her hands settled on his knees and relished in the warmth of his chest against her back. It was the slightest bit cold, after all it was late November now, “Mmmm, tell me something that no one knows about you.” He said lowly as he let his right hand slip away from around her waist and down his leg to intertwine their fingers together. It sent a hoard of butterflies through her tummy and chest in excitement.

“Ummm…I’ve never had a pet.”

“What?” He asked and she giggled.

“It’s true! My dad’s allergic to both cats and dogs, s’why we or my grandparents would host holidays and family events, no animal hair.” She explained and he hummed.

“Did you want a pet?”

“Of course. When I was 9 one of my friends got a puppy and well I begged and begged but to no avail. I would take ladybugs sometimes and put them in a little plastic cage I had.”

“That’s sweet.” He hummed.

“A bit pathetic really.” She giggled.

“How many did you have?”

“Three.” She said, “One of them was yellow, I decided he was the boy. His name was Steve, the other two I couldn’t tell apart, they were called Dottie and Spottie.” She sputtered on a laugh and he joined her as well, “I was real creative with the names.” She joked about herself and he hummed in agreement, “They lasted about a week.” She finished and he shook his head as he laughed a bit more, “What about you?”

“I didn’t have any ladybugs. Well we call them ladybirds actually.” He said and she hummed, “But ummm, my mum she’s a cat person. We had two cats growing up, Angel and Violet. And my uncle had a big, black dog. His name was Shadow.” He explained.

“Who did you like best?”

“Well my mum’s cats were total assholes.” He said and she giggled, “Or maybe I was a bit of a brute with them so they didn’t like me so Shadow was my favorite. When those awful cats passed we got another one, her name is actually Dotty as well.” He chuckled, “She’s still alive, she’s very attached to my mum.” He explained and she smiled.

“Would you get a pet now?” She asked.

“I have thought it about it. Been to a few dog adoption events and…fuck, I leave with teary eyes every time.” He confessed and she pouted, “Would take ‘em all if I could.” He said, “There’s this one that I just can’t forget. It looked like a schnauzer, maybe it was a mini one, I don’t know. He’s all black and his name is Sebastian.” He said with a chuckle and she giggled.

“Does he look like a Sebastian?” She asked and he nodded.

“Yeah, he does.” He chuckled, “That’s the amusing thing. He’s three or four, so he’s still playful and a tad mischievous, but he’s very well trained, but you can tell that he has a big personality.” He explained, “I’ve seen him a few times at the events.”

“Do you know why they gave him up?”

“Yeah, the girl from the shelter said that his owners had a baby and they just couldn’t do both afterwards and they didn’t want to downgrade his quality of life.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, so he’s definitely spoiled.” Harry grinned and she hummed in acknowledgement.

“What’s something no one knows about you?” She asked back, “But tell me something that you’d only want me to know.” She said and he hummed pensively.

“That’s hard…want you to know everything.” He thought aloud and she felt her heart start to pound and she leaned closer into him, “Mmm…well, I think I want you to know that deep down I’m quite… fragile.” He finished off softly and she bit her lip, “You’ve probably figured it out for yourself, I mean, you’ve seen it for yourself but ummm, I’ve never trusted anyone enough to confirm that because I don’t want people to know just how easily things get to me, you know?” She nodded in understanding, “I want you to know because the way I feel about you is…” he trailed off, “I just don’t want to get hurt.” He finished and she pulled away and turned to face him.

“Look at me.” She said softly and his beautiful eyes met her own, “I would never hurt you. And if I do and cross a line or something please call me out on it.” She said seriously, “I’ve dealt with people like that who are sadistic like that and get off on feeling superior or bigger about themselves when they do that, but I’d never hurt you. Not intentionally, ever. Not to make a point or anything like that.”

“I know you wouldn’t intentionally.” He said and she nodded again, “And well, I just wanted you to know that because well, I know we’ve been in a weird limbo lately with what’s happening between us and I…want more.” He said and she bit her lip nervously as her heart heart started to beat erratically and the butterflies in her stomach were swarming to the point that she felt like she was vibrating, it was exciting and nerve-racking at the same time.

“More?” She asked softly.

“Yeah, more of you. More of me. More of us.” He said as his hands grabbed her face, “I’m falling for you, Y/N.” He admitted quietly, “I love how it feels when we’re together and as much as I love hanging out and the occasional cunnilingus-” he said and she laughed, “I want to date you. For real.” He said and she grinned.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously.” He smiled, “Want you to be my girl.” He said and she hummed and looked away for a moment before her eyes fluttered back up to meet his gaze.

“Kind of thought I already was.” She said with a smile and he leaned in and pecked her lips quickly.

“Well, yeah in that way you are, but in this way too. In every way.” He said as he leaned back in and their lips met in a slow and sensual kiss that was inching towards hungry and desperate. She moaned as his hands slid down to her ass and pulled her closer to him as his lips started to migrate down her jaw and to her neck and she rolled her head to the side as he kissed and sucked at her heated and tingling skin.

“Oh my god…” she smiled as she squeezed her eyes shut as he sucked gently at her sweet spot and then let go.

“Didn’t leave a mark.” He assured her as his lips ghosted across her throat.

“Wouldn’t care if you did.” She gulped as he choose another spot to suck on and as the words registered he sucked a bit harder and she hummed at the increased pressure before he pulled off.

“No?” He asked and she shook her head no, once again confirming.

“Gonna tell you something else I only want you to know.” She said and he hummed, urging her to go on, “Every time I feel your tongue when we kiss?”

“Mm-hmmm?”

“I just can’t help it,” she started, “start getting so wet for you because I can just imagine how those movements would feel on my pussy. God, you ate me out so fucking good I think about it too much.” She confessed and he groaned as he went back in for a searing kiss and she opened up when she felt his tongue grazer over her bottom lip. He immediately pressed it between her lips and she sucked on it a few times before he drew back and grinned as she moaned quietly.

“You make me feel so out of control. I love it.” He growled and she moaned before he bucked up against her for a second and she hummed and started grinding down onto him and he chuckled as he grabbed her face again, “Not here, baby.” He exhaled and she frowned.

“But I’m aching for you.” She pouted as she ground herself over his erection.

“I am too, baby but we can’t here. There’s people, not to mention sand everywhere. Just be a good girl for me and wait. I will take good care of you, I promise.” He said and she huffed but nodded and made a little more distance between them, “Should we go dip our feet in? Cool down a bit?”

“Yeah.” She said and he smiled and kissed her lips once more before standing and walking the short distance to the shoreline.

She loved how cold the ocean was; it was a sobering experience for every sound to fade except that of the waves kissing the shore. She glanced down to watch as little pebbles and pieces of shells created little streaks in the soft sand as Harry wrapped his arms around her waist. She watched as the last bits of water got pulled back through the little streaks left by the debris and in her mind it was almost as if the water was clawing at the sand, fighting to say with it and not to be dragged away by the current. She felt the same way as Harry kissed the side of her head and hugged her a bit tighter as a chill traveled down his spine. She wanted to cling to him for as long as he’d allow it, and like the water, have to be dragged away from him to even consider leaving his side. A bigger wave was coming in and he pulled her back a little bit to ensure that their denim didn’t get soaked at the ankles.

“Gonna roll these up for you, OK?” He said and she hummed before he crouched down and rolled her jeans up above her ankles and did his as well before assuming his previous position. When the next big wave came they didn’t have to hurry back.

“The cold of the water doesn’t bug you?” She asked quietly.

“Love, m’from England.” He said and she giggled.

“Right.” She stated, “Just wondering, usually it’s the first thing people comment on.” She smiled.

“I think our water’s a bit colder than this.”

“Do you still swim in it?”

“I do.” He said and she smiled, “What about you?”

“Yeah. We should come at night though, when it’s cooler out.”

“You’re barking mad.” He chuckled and she shook her head.

“No, I swear the water feels so much warmer. It’s been warmed by the sun all day. You dip in and it’s feels like a heated pool. I swear it!”

“I can tell you why it feels like a heated pool and it’s got nothing to do with the sun.”

“Oh gross, Harry.” She scoffed and he chuckled, “But I swear it’s true. I do it at least once every winter. You have to do it with me at least once.”

“Maybe.” He chuckled and she smiled knowing fully well that she would convince him.

“Are you going home for Christmas?” She asked suddenly turning around and leaning into his chest, her head now settled into the base of his throat comfortably.

“Yeah, promised my mum I wouldn’t miss it.” He explained. She loved the feeling of his throat vibrating as he spoke lowly.

“Oh that’s really great!” She smiled as she pulled back to see his face, “She’s gonna be really excited to see you after all this time. Well, your whole family will be I’m sure.”

“Y'seem so happy about it. Are you trying to get rid of me?” He asked playfully and she giggled.

“Obviously.” She teased back and he laughed softly, “But honestly I’m just really excited for you to go back and see your family and friends. It’s going to be really great.” She assured and he hummed.

“I’m actually gonna leave…” he said pulling out his phone from his pocket and his eyes went wide, “Oh shit! Next Thursday, right at midnight!” He said in a slight panic.

“So soon?”

“Shit, yes. I’m all booked up from the 17th to the 24th. S’what Eddie told me.”

“Oh, nice!” She grinned and he smiled.

“Yeah, it’s gonna be sick. I’ve really missed doing those long winded sessions. It’s been so long I don’t know if I can hang any more.” He smiled, “And ummm, what about you? After everything with your family?”

“It’ll be fine. Julie has a little friend group here that gets together for the holidays. They do a secret Santa and a fancy dinner, it’s quite cute.”

“And what about New Year?”

“Same thing, they get together and have a dinner and games.” She said.

“Sounds like fun but if you need anything at all or are feeling down please give me a call. I’ll make time for you, you know that right?”

“Yeah.” She smiled and he kissed her forehead before hugging her tight, “Did this plan of yours extend to dinner?”

“No, just have one more thing for us. It’s the fun bit.”

“OK.” She giggled, “Want to join Julie and I? It’s pizza night. Once a month Julie allows herself to have her favorite junk food since she’s on a really strict diet considering her health.” She explained and Harry nodded.

“Yeah, if it’s alright with you both.”

“Of course, we always have leftovers and to be quite honest I don’t really like pizza, but I eat it for her, you know?”

“You don’t like pizza?!” He asked incredulously.

“I prefer the little breadsticks. Why can’t they use the same sauce for dipping the breadsticks on the pizza? That’s one issue! And well, also cheese doesn’t really agree with me.” She explained.

“It makes you toot, does it?” He inquired with a grin and she laughed softly.

“I would much rather it make me toot. It makes me sick, like puke sick.” She explained and he frowned.

“Oh.”

“I know, can have one small slice and that’s all.” She explained and without any warning he crouched down a bit and wrapped his arms around her before lifting her off of the ground and she shrieked out in shock before he started spinning them around. His boisterous laugh was so contagious.

“Oh my god!” She laughed loudly along with him until he abruptly stopped spinning them and slowly set her down and she slid her hands up to his biceps.

“Made myself dizzy there.” He said quietly as he pinched his eyes closed and she giggled and tip-toed, hoping to catch him with a surprise kiss, but he was quite tall and with the mushy and wet sand beneath her, the pressure of her trying to hoist herself higher actually sunk her into the sand and her lips missed the intended mark but smooshed right where his cute little mole was and he blinked his eyes open as she slightly pulled back to look at the glossy little mark she left behind and smiled and continued to bring her hand up to smear away the oily residue with her thumb.

“Sorry, s’a cute little thing.” She said of his mole and he smiled meekly.

“You’re a cute little thing.” He hummed, deflecting the attention away from him and right back to her. She smiled as her eyes stayed fixed on his, they were so pretty and clear as the afternoon sun shone into them. God, she was so into him it hurt her.

“Cute enough that you’ll think about kissing me?” She asked with a smile and he smirked.

“I think about kissing you for an ungodly amount of time, love.” He responded, “But by now you must know that it doesn’t stop there. I’m a man of action.” He said lowly as he leaned closer to her.

“Mmm-hmm.” She nodded, tilting her head up, following his movements as he inched their mouths closer together until his lips brushed against hers and he smiled before closing the gap with a slow, yet ardent kiss. She was obsessed with the way they moved together, in perfect harmony with each other. His big hands always ended up holding her face with the utmost care, it made her swoon and after a few more seconds of being completely swept away by this captivating kiss they parted to inhale a proper breath before she smiled up at him and he sighed and slightly shook his head, “What?”

“Seeing you smile at me makes it incredibly difficult to not kiss you non stop until we both can’t breathe or even think. Specially when I know that I’m the reason you’re smiling.” He said quietly, as if this beach were crowded and the message was solely for her. She felt her heart just about melt into mush as his words processed and she just surged up and kissed him quickly once more.

“I’m so fucking fond of you.” She breathed out when she pulled back and he smiled.

“I’m fucking fond of you too.” He whispered before kissing her forehead before he pulled her into his chest and they both exhaled simultaneously as the waves continued crashing into the shore, this was the perfect soundtrack to this moment. Things rarely felt divine or perfect and this afternoon with him, despite how hard her day had been, was the perfect day, she wasn’t sure what more could happen to make it any better. This was it.

“H, I do want to go on that date with you, by the way.” She confirmed, “I realize I didn’t really say anything before, but I would really like that. Having more with you.” She smiled timidly and he grinned.

“Best thing I’ve heard all day.” He hummed, “Well apart from you kidnapping bugs to keep as pets and naming said bugs Dottie and Spottie. And we can’t forget Steve!” He laughed and she rolled her eyes as she laughed and pushed him back slightly by the chest.

“You’re so annoying.” She grumbled and he was quick to latch his fingers into her belt loops and pull her back into him.

“Yeah, sorry about that but you’re stuck with me.”

“Mmmm, not necessarily, not yet!” She reminded, “So behave.” She warned and he grinned.

“You do deserve me to behave, don’t you?” He reasoned, “You’re always so good for me.” He said and she bit her lip while she nodded in confirmation, “I’ll behave.” He grinned and she smirked.

“So, what’s after this?”

“So remember how I said I just kept driving down the PCH?” He asked and she nodded, “Well, I saw a sand dune it’s not too far from here. There were families climbing up and racing down or using like plastic bin lids as sleds…” he said and she smiled, “It was really cool and it looked like fun. I wanted to try it, we don’t have anything like that in England, or at least not that I recall.” He explained.

“OK, yeah, let’s go!” She grinned and he smiled and they hurried to pack up. Soon enough they were back in the car and Harry was peeling out onto the highway and it was only about a mile down when he pointed at it.

“See, it’s there!” He grinned excitedly and her eyes went wide. It was huge, you had to climb up a good distance of the mountain to reach the top of the dune. Harry was under no illusion that Y/N would want to climb up the sand dune with him. It was a long way up and if she fell she’d be completely full of sand and dirty and he didn’t want to make her feel like she had to, he really just wanted to do this and he’d be grateful if she could take a picture of him after he’d come down at full speed. The day he drove by everyone looked like they were having a total blast as they raced down, some people did fall others were fortunate not too. He’d been so caught up in watching that day that he almost rear-ended someone, but it just looked like one of those things that you had to try and that’d you’d love the memory of it in the future. It looked liberating and like good wholesome, nostalgic fun. He slowly steered out onto the shoulder and as soon as he shut off the engine Y/N reached down to slip out of her shoes.

“Wait, you want to go up with me?”

“Are you kidding? Hell yes!” She grinned and she leaned over and kissed her.

“It could get messy if we fall.” He warned and she shrugged.

“We can have a shower at mine, I’ve got plenty of clothes that’ll fit you.” She assured and he grinned.

“Yeah, alright let’s do it.”

The hike up was exhausting. Walking on the sand is hard enough, now imagine doing it uphill; even Harry had to take a break towards the middle of the dune and he was in excellent shape. Y/N was just reminding herself to breathe through her nose and was fighting for her life to be able to keep up with him. When they made it to the top they were a bit sweaty, but the cool breeze helped remedy that. The clear view into the ocean was magnificent and so breathtaking.

“That’s so fucking gorgeous.” He expressed with awe as he looked out at the vastness of the ocean before them, “And we have it to ourselves?” He said before turning to her and she grinned.

“This is epic.” She agreed, “So are we racing or what?”

“If you want to lose, yes.” He smirked and she narrowed her eyes.

“Yeah, OK… we’ll see about that!” She said and without any warning she started running down.

“You fucking cheater!” She heard him yell and she started to laugh loudly.

She started picking up momentum a lot faster than she anticipated, she was nearing the halfway point and her legs could hardly keep up with her. She could hear Harry close behind her and soon they were running down the sand side by side with big smiles and laughs flowing freely from them, the wind whipped past them and carried the sand being kicked up from their sprinting away and into the air. They were getting close to the bottom and they had to start slowing down lest they end up running into the middle of the 1. Of course, in their attempted to slow their runs the first person to go down was Harry, he dug his foot in too hard and started to roll down a few times and as Y/N spared a glance back to laugh at him she too lost her balance and fell into the sand but thankfully she was closer to the bottom and the sand was not as dense there so she did not start to snowball down like Harry. She was panting and laughing as she pushed herself up, she was definitely all sandy and she turned around to see Harry about 30 feet away from her still on his back and laughing loudly. She climbed up to him and saw that his eyes were pinched shut as he laughed.

“Guess I won.” She teased and he scoffed and went to open his eyes and immediately groaned.

“Fuck, there’s sand in my eyes now.” He griped, “And also you’re a fucking cheater.” He said as his eyes started to tear even as they were pinched shut and she grabbed his hand.

“A win is a win.” She teased, “Sit up, I’ll help you.” She said and as soon as he was sitting up he started to rub at his eyes with his fists to help his tears expel all of the sand, “You alright?”

“Yeah, s’almost out I think.” He grumbled and then started to slowly blink his pretty green eyes open.

“Here, let me blow a little air into your eyes.” She said and crouched down and used her thumb to drag his undeyes down a bit, “Look up, for me.” She instructed and he did so and she blew cool air into his eye for a few seconds and he quickly blinked it shut as more tears fell, “Is it out?” She asked after a few moments.

“Yes, thank you baby.”

“Course, now the other one.” She said and they repeated this process again until his eyes were free of sand. His face was still sticky with tears and rough with sand though, she didn’t even want to think about his hair, her own hair! They were in for a mess when they showered.

“Can’t believe you’re that person…” He laughed and she rolled her eyes.

“Oh please, with how competitive you are I’m surprised I lasted that long. Was half expecting you to trip me or something.” She joked and he laughed.

“I would, but I’d never admit it if I did.” He confirmed with a grin and she rolled her eyes.

“That was really fun.” She announced with a big smile beaming on her face.

“Even if you’re all full of sand?”

“Yes! It was very worth it!” She giggled.

“Fun enough to do it again?”

“Today, no. I’m too lazy to climb up.” She confessed with a grin, “But I would definitely do this with you again in the future.” She confirmed.

“Cool.” Harry smiled, “Well, I am going to go again and I need you to record so I can show my mum.” He said and she felt her heart get all melty and warm inside of her, “She’s gonna love this.” He said with a big grin and Y/N nodded.

“Yeah, alright. The phone’s in the car?”

“Yes.” He smiled, “Here are the keys.” He said reaching deep into his front pocket and handing them to her and she hurried off to get his phone as he started climbing back up. It was then that she realized that he was slowing down for her, not taking a break at the halfway point because he was now going up at a faster pace and when he reached the top she held up her index finger, indicating for him to wait a moment as she set his phone to record and then put a thumbs up and he returned the gesture before he started running down the sand dune again. She giggled quietly as he sped down and the closer he got to the bottom the clearer his big smile was. She was zooming into him so that his mom could see just how much fun he was having. There was a pretty sizable boulder near the bottom and being the show off he was, he veered toward it.

“Oh my lord, H…” she mumbled lowly as he went straight for the boulder, “Be careful!” She shouted instinctually knowing that he would try to be a show off and jump over it. She literally gasped as he propelled himself up and sighed in relief when he made it clean over the boulder before he started to slow down as he came to the bottom and started running towards her now.

“Did you get that?!” He called as his sprinting started becoming a jog.

“Yeah!” She shouted back and soon he was coming to a halt a few few away from her and she smiled at him and he returned the gesture as she stopped the recording, “Your mum’s gonna love it.” Y/N said as he walked up to her and she handed over the phone so that he could look at the video and she leaned into his side to watch with him.

Harry couldn’t help but smile as he heard her quiet mumbles of concern when he started heading towards the boulder and her shout warning him to be careful, the gasp, the sigh of relief, it was sweet how much she cared and he used his free hand to pull her into his side as the video started to come to an end.

“My mum’s going to appreciate you fretting over me the most.” He chuckled and she giggled.

“Yeah, you’re a wild one, someone has to look out for you!”

“Well, thank you.” He hummed as he leaned down and puckered his lips before she tiptoed and kissed him quickly, “Ready to go home?”

“Yeah, let’s go.” She smiled.

The drive home was nice, they both hummed along to the radio and he told her about the tattoos he would be working on in England, and they held hands the entire way. When they arrived at Julie’s place they made sure to shake off as much sand as possible before heading inside.

“We’re home!” Y/N called out and hearing that made Harry smile and feel warm inside.

“Oh, Harry’s here?!” He heard Julie call from somewhere and he also loved that she automatically assumed it was him who she had brought in. Soon enough she was coming out to the front door as they carefully took their shoes off.

“Heard it was pizza night and I could not miss out.” He explained and Julie smiled.

“Oh yes! Happy to have you, the more the merrier!”

“We won’t hug you because we just came form a sand dune and we’re a mess.” Y/N explained.

“Oh yeah, no worries.” Julie laughed.

“H, you can have a shower first and I can go shake out your shoes outside.” Y/N said.

“Sure?”

“Yeah, go ahead.” She insisted, “Can you get him a towel, please?” She asked Julie who nodded.

“Course! C’mon, Harry.” She said guiding him back as Y/N stepped back out and banged Harry’s shoes together to get the sand out of them. Julie soon peaked out and Y/N smiled as she did the same thing to the shoes she was wearing.

“Do we still have that battery-operated handheld vacuum? There’s so much sand in the car.” She said to Julie.

“Yeah, I’ll go grab it.” She said and hurried back inside. Y/N reached into Harry’s tote at the entrance of the house and grabbed his keys and soon she and Julie were heading out to the car and vacuuming up as much of the sand as possible.

“So what’s going on with Harry?” She asked with a grin and Y/N smiled.

“He asked me out, so we’re going to date. Don’t know the plan he has yet but yeah, we’ll start going out.” She said timidly.

“Finally!” Julie grinned with excitement and Y/N blushed, “What about Christmas, does he need someone to spend it with?”

“No, he’s going back to England on the 15th.”

“So soon?”

“He’s finishing up some big pieces before the holidays.” She explained, “But I’m glad he’s going to be going home for a bit. I know he misses his family more than he lets on.” Y/N said with a small smile.

“Yeah, that must be nice for him. When’ll he be back?”

“I didn’t ask, but I assume until the next year at some point.” She explained and Julie nodded.

“And what about you? Are you going to try and mend things with your parents or are you joining my holiday extravaganza?” She asked with a lighter tone.

“I think I need some space from them so you can count me in to your festivities.” Y/N grinned and Julie squealed in excitement.

“I will make it the best one yet!” She assured. Soon they headed inside. Y/N peaked down the hall briefly to see the bathroom door still closed before following Julie to the kitchen.

“OK, Harry’s still in the bathroom so I’m gonna hop in your shower.”

“Well I’m about to head out and order the pizza, I heard of this new place downtown where they have great vegan pizza, I know cheese fucks you up and now that you have a boyfriend I can’t risk you having explosive diarrhea.” She teased and Y/N scoffed.

“Oh my god! Also, he’s not my boyfriend.” Y/N clarified and Julie rolled her eyes, “Can’t you order on the phone, don’t want him to be all alone when he gets out.”

“I tried, they’re new so they must be busy, they’re not answering and their DoorDash is not active. I’m sure I’ll be a while.” She huffed.

“OK, well good luck. I’ll see you in a bit.” She said before heading out to grab their totes from the front door and take them to her room. She quickly texted his phone then headed off quietly over to Julie’s room.

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It took Harry a while to get the sand out of all of his nooks and crannies, but when he finally did he realized that he had not asked for any clothes beforehand and stood in the bathroom with his ear pressed to the door for a good five minutes to hear if Y/N was around, he then peeked out into the hallway and called for her and no one came, he didn’t want to wander around and make Julie uncomfortable so instead he wrapped the towel securely around his hips and scurried across the hall into Y/N’s room. He shivered at the cooler temperature and just grabbed his phone before sitting on the edge of the bed. He then saw her text to take his time and that she was showering in Julie’s room. He didn’t want to search around her drawers for clothes so he grabbed the TV remote and stayed put. It was about ten minutes later when Y/N tapped on the door lightly before slipping inside and closing it behind her. She too was wrapped in her towel, hair dripping wet as she shivered.

“Forgot to grab clothes.” She said through chattering teeth.

“You forgot to give me clothes. Was calling and calling for you, m’sure Julie thought I was dying.” He said and she frowned.

“Oh my god, Harry! You could’ve looked around, you must be freezing cold.” She said heading over to her cabinet to find him something, “Also Julie left to get the pizza. S’gonna be vegan I hope that’s alright with you.” She informed as she pulled out a t-shirt and some sweat pants.

“Yeah, m’not picky.” He said and she stood back up and turned towards him.

“Perfect.” She smiled and set the clothes down blindly as her eyes raked down his toned and tattoo-infested chest. He was dry by now but that didn’t mean he was any less lovely to look at. Harry felt a little shy as she looked over him, but it made him feel good about himself, he worked hard for his physique and he was glad that she found him attractive, “You’re kinda hot.” She said softly with a smile and he chuckled.

“Kinda?”

“Yeah, kinda.” She teased and he shook his head as she kept him humble. “Now that I have you here in the nude let me see how your tattoo is healing up!” She said and he chuckled again and carefully raised the towel on his left thigh to expose the tiger she had inked in there about three weeks prior. She crouched down again to get a closer look and she smiled as she looked it over; it was healed now and it was looking really good, “You don’t have to flex your thigh, you know?” She teased as she gently pinched the underside and looked up at him through her lashes.

That look in her eyes did things to him. Just her in general turned him on so easily and the only thing he could think about as she looked up at him like that was her pretty lips parting to fit his cock inside of her mouth. God, she would look so pretty like that. Taking his whole cock in her mouth and drooling for him. Next thing he knew she was leaning closer and pressing a quick and innocent kiss to the tiger she had inked into him and he swallowed thickly and tensed up as his cock started to grow hotter and thicker.

“What happened?” She asked when she looked up to see his eyes pinched shut.

“Nothing, nothing your mouth’s just really close to my prick and I got a little riled up.” He said as he blinked his eyes open, “Sorry. It’ll go down in a sec.” He said and she shook her head.

“No, it’s alright.” She assured him and then glanced down to the slightly tented part of the towel over his hips, “How long’s it been now?”

“I’m not sure.” He said and and she bit her lip before running her tongue over it.

“Can I suck on you? Please?” She asked as her nails gently raked down his thighs, making him shiver as he breathed out sharply through his nose.

“Always get me with those fucking manners.” He mumbled before just unwrapping the towel and letting it fall to the sides and she literally moaned and salivated as she saw his semi-hard cock resting over his perfectly round and swollen balls, it hadn’t even pushed out of his foreskin yet. She inched closer on her knees and let her own towel fall as she brought her other hand up to his right thigh and then she just looked up at him with those puppy-dog eyes but not touching him there without his permission, “Fuck, so pretty. You’re so pretty, baby.” He complimented and she smiled.

“Thank you. But I really just want to suck you off. Please.” She keened once again, “Please. Been so good for you.” She reminded, her patience was wearing thin.

“No you haven’t,” he huffed out a mocking laugh, “You cheated today.” He said and she pouted, “Good girls don’t cheat. Do you think you deserve to suck me off after that? I don’t.” He said decisively and she huffed and looked down at his cock and balls just sitting there so close, just within her reach. It couldn’t be helped as Y/N licked over her lips and swallowed down the saliva her mouth was producing; Harry saw this and it was making his impeccable sense of self-control start to fray.

“No.” She agreed sadly, “I’m sorry. What if I just put in my mouth? I won’t suck it or do anything if you don’t want that. I just want to feel it getting all big and hard on my tongue.” She said meekly and he whined softly, his cock growing a little bit more at her suggestion, he was trying to hold back but the thought of his cock resting on her tongue was enough to have him throw his self-torture out the window.

“Fuck, wanna keep my cock warm in your pretty, little mouth, baby?” He asked with a devilish smirk and she nodded.

“Yes. Please.” She said and he groaned and spread his legs wider, nonverbally asking her to come closer and she did and glanced up at him.

“Go on then.” He said quietly and she leaned in, eyes still on his as she parted her lips and let her bottom lip drag against his tip and then she used her tongue to lift his cock just enough to get it into her mouth and she made sure that her eyes were on his as she sunk lower and he moaned as he was finally in her wet and hot mouth. Harry was trying his best not to reach for her hair because this would surely end in him fucking her mouth until he was coming ropes down her throat.

Y/N on the other hand was fighting the battle of her life in order to not suck on him like every fibre of her being was begging her to do. She was salivating and it was getting to be too much and she slightly closed her mouth and Harry groaned as he felt more pressure around his prick as she attempted to swallow down some of her saliva.

“Holy shit.” He moaned lowly and his eyes squeezed shut as he started to get harder at the pressure her swallowing put on his prick. He wanted to come in her mouth so bad, he knew she was a little come slut now, knew she wouldn’t mind him unloading it all in her mouth. His resolve was wavering surprisingly fast. Besides he wouldn’t be seeing her in weeks, he needed to at least have a new memory of her getting him off for his spank bank.

It couldn’t be helped as Y/N’s saliva started to drip from the corners of her mouth, Harry was almost at full size and he was too big for her to even attempt to swallow it down at this point. She hoped he liked things sloppy because she would soon be dribbling down her own chin and making a mess. His tip was now pressing into the back of her mouth and she just wanted to sink a bit lower so that all of it could be in her mouth. She could feel his cock starting to slightly twitch and throb with need.

“Look at you making such a mess, should probably stop now. My cock’s too big for you little mouth isn’t it, baby?” He asked and she shook her head as she looked up at him, “Sweet of you to deny it, but I’m not blind.” He said and he watched as her eyebrows creased inward and he suppressed his grin with his teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he brought his index finger down to wipe the string of spit that was dripping out of the corner of her mouth and then he sucked it between his lips and hummed. A small whine left her throat and he grinned, loving the pinch of her nails into his thighs, a clear sign of her desperation and withering resolve “God, dying to suck me aren’t you?” He asked and she nodded as best as she could and he hummed, “How wet’s your little pussy for me right now, hmmm? Show me.” He commanded and she slid her hands down her naked torso and her eyes fluttered closed and her mouth opened wider as she circled her clit in passing towards her entrance where all of it was collected, “Did I say to touch yourself there?”

“Uh-uh.” She muffled out.

“Then move it along.” He said and she sighed and reached further between her legs and swirled her fingers around there before bringing them back up and showing him her shiny and stringy with arousal index and middle fingers, “All that just from feeling my cock on your tongue?” He asked mockingly and she whined again as he pulled her arm up higher and leaned down to her fingers and his eyes met hers with a mischievous smile, “Let’s play a game.” He said and she felt a shiver course through her body, “you do what I do, OK?” He said and she hummed in understanding, “Get me out of your mouth and grab my cock.” He said and she looked distressed about it but listened to him. She was finally able to swallow properly and then she looked up at him awaiting his instructions.

Harry then leaned in a bit closer and tapped her sticky fingers to his lips three times and she glanced up at him as she tapped the tip if his cock to her lips and he smiled. Then he kissed at her finger tips and she licked over her lips before kissing the very tip of his cock, the little dribble of pre-cum there glossed over the center of her lips and he grinned at the thought of making her lips all shiny with his pre-cum instead of some lip oil or other product. Y/N was vibrating with anticipation as he parted his lip and breathed onto her finger, it made her inner walls flutter and pulse with need and she did the same to his erection, puffing out a warm breath over it and watched it twitch in her hold. He then circled her fingers around his tongue and she bit her lip as she got closer and parted her lips to let her pink tongue roll out and she guided his cock to circle around it.

“Good girl.” He whispered and she smiled up at him as she pulled back. He then used the tip of his tongue to massage right against the small crevice between her two fingers. She was confident that she understood what he wanted and so she raised his cock just a bit more and her eyes met his as she started to massage her tongue against his frenulum, that sensitive little bit right under the head of his cock.

“Fuck.” He exhaled with a smile, “Love how you know that. Know about that spot.” He said lowly and she nodded as she pulled back and he bit down on his lip, losing his resolve, “Do it again, don’t stop until I do something else.” He said and she was eager to get back to it and he groaned as she tongued at his sensitive spot. It was sending shocks of pleasure through his stomach and down to his toes. Her hand was resting at his inner thigh, keeping his legs parted for her to fit her kneeling body between his. And as he relished in the feeling of her tongue massaging the sensitive parts of his erection he then glanced down once he felt her thumb just lightly tickle at his left testicle. She was reaching out towards his balls and it was making him lose his mind, “Fuck, you can touch there, baby.” He said and she was quick to move her hand to his sack and gently rolled his balls in her warm and smooth palm.

This was so fucking hot, Y/N was nearing her boiling point. She didn’t even noticed the slight pain from kneeling over the rough carpet for however long this was going or the fact that she was naked and a little cold, she was relishing in everything he was guiding her to do. With the way he used his tongue on her cunt and now on her fingers she knew that he probably had given an excellent blow job or two in his day and something about that drove her wild. She wanted to prove to him that she could take good care of him too, as good care as he liked to take of his partners. She then reeled in her thoughts when he released her fingers.

“Get ‘em wet for me again.” He said and she was quick to comply and offer them back up to him and he inhaled deeply once they were in his face and then he used the very tip of his tongue to roll into the crevice between the very tips of her fingers and she let go of his balls to adjust his prick so that she could do as he had done, “I’ll hold it for you.” She said and her hand went back town to fondle his balls, “Don’t be shy, you can squeeze if you want.” He said and she moaned as she gave a light squeeze and then proceeded to take her mouth to his cock. She licked and dipped her tongue against the slit at the very tip of his cock and he groaned. Y/N moaned at the taste of his pre-cum that steadily bubbled up from deep in his balls, up his shaft, and out of his little hole there. She wanted to taste his come so bad. No, she needed to taste his come again. Badly. It was taking every morsel of will power in her not to suck at his tip and draw out more. She needed more.

Harry’s abs were practically trembling at the teasing touches he was having Y/N inflict on him. His balls felt so full and achey as they drew up a bit, his bodies way of indicating that he wanted to come. He wanted to keep teasing her and himself in the process but she was being so good for him, so patient and respectful. She’d been wanting this for a while…

“Fuck…Fuck it, just suck my cock, baby. Please.” He panted and she didn't have to be told twice. Y/N sunk down until she was right up against his little bed of pubic hair without a single second of hesitation and he groaned at the feeling of his cock pressing into the soft spot at the back of her mouth, “Fuck, that’s it, Y/N. Take my whole fucking cock.” He moaned as he watched through teary eyes, he was so overwhelmed and on edge as she dragged her mouth up and down his cock and he sucked the arousal off of her fingers “Rub on your clit for me.” He commanded and she was quick to bring her hand down and circle her swollen little bud, it caused her to moan around his cock, “Oh fuck, make me come, baby. Please make me come with that perfect mouth.” He panted as his fingers scrunched into the bed covers as she started to pick things up, “Shit, that’s it, Y/N. S’so fucking good…” he praised as she gulped and slightly gagged as she took him deeper. Her head game was other worldly as she she focused on the tip and teased and tongued at the spot he had guided her to previously. His abs and thighs were trembling as he neared his orgasm.

Y/N was also getting close as her fingers tickled her clit in quick little swishes. She wanted him to use her to get off, that would certainly help push her over the edge. She sucked at his tip fervently loving the way his moans and praises for her started to pour freely from his parted lips. She loved that he was already getting close, but she needed him to take over. She pulled off of him and he whined.

“Fuck my mouth. Please, want you t’fuck my mouth. Use me to get off.” She said and he frowned, looking like he was hesitant, “I was bad today, wasn’t I?” She asked and he groaned, “Use me, please. Teach me a lesson, daddy.” She pleaded and then immediately bit her lip in worry as the name just slipped out of her mouth. She froze for a second, unsure of how he would react, but Harry was just trying to collect himself. He’d always been curious about the daddy kink, but he didn’t want to ask someone to call him that, he wanted to earn that title from his partner. He wanted them to feel he was a daddy just as much as he felt he was one. And Y/N felt it as much as he did.

“Fuck, baby girl, daddy can fuck your mouth,” he said lowly as he reached his right hand around her head and she moaned as he started to push her down until she was back against his pubic hair and he held her down for a few seconds, feeling her throat bobbing around the tip of his cock without a single whine or sound of complaint, “Oh, fucking hell…” he hissed as he started to thrust up, getting deeper and deeper until she was moaning as her orgasm started to approach, “Shit, I’m about to come.” He warned, “Want it down your throat, like daddy’s good little cock slut? Hmmm?” He asked and she moaned louder in response, “Good girl, was gonna unload there anyway.” He grunted as he continued thrusting a bit more. She was barely breathing through her nostrils and was choking on his cock, the lack of air was making her feel lightheaded and that in tandem with her fingers blurring over her clit was making her start to unravel, “Fuck, here it comes, baby.” Harry grunted and a couple seconds later he was stilling and she felt the first warm spurt hit the back of her throat and she moaned as she started coming at the same time.

She moaned as his warm, creamy sperm filled up her mouth and it kept coming and coming because it had been a while and he had a lot to give. She was struggling to swallow it all down and what a shame that was because she was loving the taste. She moaned as she worked herself through her orgasm and his was lasting as long as hers, it was incredible and erotic and somehow intimate as he came down her throat but gently scratched at her scalp in soothing motions at the same time until he was whining from the sensitivity and let the grip on her head relax and she pulled back and swallowed the cum in her mouth before she inhaled sharply but never the less she was nuzzling against his cock, kissing and licking at it, still hard despite the huge come he just had. And she also kept rubbing at her clit, already feeling another orgasm coming on because this entire thing had been so sexy and she didn’t want it to end. Her tongue then lapped down at his balls and she started sucking at them as he moaned and groaned before she sucked one into her mouth. She then felt a little range of motion and opened up her eyes and glanced up to see Harry fisting at the tip of cock as she sucked at his balls.

“Fuck, keep going, baby. Got one more for you.” He panted and she moaned as that mere confession had her thighs trembling as she started to come undone again and he grinned as he watched her get herself off to the thought of him coming for her twice, but it couldn’t be helped, she was fucking phenomenal. He has no idea what came over him, but suddenly everything was feeling better and like it was orchestrated perfectly as he listened to his instincts, staving off his need to come until she removed her fingers from her sensitive clit, “Lay on the bed.” He said quickly and she did and he stood over her and continued jerking his cock off with his right hand as his left hand guided her to open up her legs for him and he looked at her sticky and fluttering pussy as he masturbated over her. He suddenly leaned down and opened his mouth and she was quick to bring her cum-coated fingers up for him to suck and he groaned as he tasted her, he loved her taste, “Oh fuck, gonna come.” He panted and pulled back a bit and he went around the corner of the bed, the spot he had been sitting when he was waiting for her and he knelt over her, “Close your eyes.” He warned and she did so quickly and then she felt the little spurt of warmth streak over her face and her lips, “S’mine, right?” He groaned and she moaned in response.

“Yes, daddy.” And then she felt another spurt trail from her breasts to her tummy.

“That’s mine too…oh shit.” He panted.

“Yes, fuck yes.” She whimpered and then he got off of the bed and she felt him stand back between her legs. And then his cum started painting over her spread out pussy and she moaned at the feeling.

“This little pussy’s all mine, too. Fuck, you’re all mine, aren’t you, baby?” He moaned as his orgasm coursed through him.

“Yes, daddy. I’m all yours.” She moaned again and then she felt his tongue over her cunt, licking up his mess. And he worked his tongue over every stream of his sperm that had painted her skin. She was completed covered in goosebumps and shivering under his sensual licks and touches, it made her feel completely unhinged. She was complete mush for him as he straddled her to be able to kiss and lick the cum off of her face and finally his lips smashed into hers ardently. She just wanted to be close to him and she hugged him tight as one of his hands gently landed over her throat and the other tangled into her damp hair.

They made out for what felt like ages and the heated kiss slowly started to slow down. He eased her out of it by transitioning them from the tongue-heavy make out into long and deep kisses and finally into shorter pecks and finally to those little eskimo kisses, he nuzzled and rubbed his nose against hers tenderly until her pretty eyes fluttered open and met his own. The way she was looking at him shook him deep into his core, but not in a way that frightened him, in a way that made him want to feel that way forever. She trusted him completely now, she’d let him in all the way. She looked perfect like this.

Y/N couldn’t think or even figure out what it was that she was feeling all she knew was that she felt completely at peace as she looked into his eyes but her body was so alert and alive. Like every cell in her body was feeling a euphoric rush but there was no other way to express that. She was trembling on the outside, but inside she felt like she was on fire, on fire for him. She saw him smile lightly at her and he then kissed her nose and she blinked slowly at him.

“Got you there, didn’t I?” He asked quietly and she just hugged him tighter, needing him to be closer. Even the sound of his voice was impacting her, she could feel it rolling through her like waves. Harry used one of his hands to slightly lift her up off of the bed and he sort of dragged them further up on the bed so that he could lay down too and she curled into him, “I’ve got you love. You were so good. Did so good for me.” He whispered as he squeezed her body reassuringly. She seemed to be getting impatient with feeling so out of sorts and tried to push herself up while still being all trembly and floaty and he smiled at her, “Hey, take your time, baby.” He said softly before kissing her forehead, “S’this your first time feeling like this?” He asked and she nodded, “OK, just hold me, breathe with me.” He said quietly, “Remember, like you had me breathe with you at the housewarming party? Just like that, baby.” He hummed comfortingly and after a few deep breaths Y/N buried her face against his throat and started to cry. He understood that this could be overwhelming and she had just dealt with so much stress from her family, “Shhhh, it’s OK. I’ve got you, love. I’m right here.” He comforted her softly with long rubs up her naked back.

“Oh my god, I don’t even know why I’m crying…” she whimpered against his throat and he smiled.

“Who cares, just feel it out, baby.” He continued reassuring her until a few minutes later she had collected herself enough, “Alright now?” He asked her and she nodded as she drew back with a slightly puffy face and a sniffle.

“Thank you.” She whispered and he leaned down and kissed her lips.

“Course, baby.” He smiled and after a moment of silence he spoke up again, “Was that OK? Did you like feeling that way?” He asked cautiously and she nodded, “That’s called subspace.” He explained gently and her eyes widened a bit, “When I asked you if you wanted me to take control of your pleasure this is what I meant. But I don’t have to try and get you there every time if you don’t like it.” He said, “I know it can be a lot and really take it out of some people.” He said. She had heard of all of this but it hadn’t ever happened to her before.

“What did you do to…get me there?” She asked him curiously.

“I didn’t do anything, I wasn’t even trying to do that at all actually.” He admitted, “I think it was a lot of things that could’ve led to that happening.” He said and she hummed, urging him to go on, “I know I’ve been holding back a bit from you and edging you like that, depriving you can get you feeling really desperate and on edge. And well on top of that you let me take the reigns, just left it all up to me, and well you’ve been under a lot of stress and were having big emotions…Maybe subconsciously you knew that you just needed to surrender and I think when the mix of all of these things was just right it caused you to slip into subspace.” He theorized and she hummed pensively.

“As the person in charge do you ever feel that way?” She asked.

“No, not really. There is this thing called topspace though, not everyone believes it’s a thing, but I think that happened to me. Like towards the end there when I…came all over you,” He said a bit timidly, “Like I wasn’t even thinking of doing that I was just flowing with what felt right and I wanted everything to be so good for you and yeah, it just felt like what you needed and so I did it and it felt really good and not even because I was having an orgasm, but just because I could see what it was doing to you and…I don’t know,” he chuckled, “That’s never happened to me before.” He confessed and she leaned up and kissed him.

“Well, intentional or not that was incredible and I would be OK if we tried getting there again.” She said and he smiled down at her.

“OK, baby.” He said before squeezing her tight and groaning, “I’m really going to miss you while I’m gone.”

“Me too.” She frowned, “You can call though, whenever you want.” She said and he smiled.

“You already said it! No take-backsies.” He chuckled and she giggled.

“Nope, no take-backsies.” She grinned.

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