#my hot take. not that ANYONE asked. is that she has BOTH hips AND ass

[gallavichsreddie1128]

Sex in the suit (Wolverine)

Description: Y/N wants Logan to fuck her in the Wolverine suit

Warning: Smut, Wade

Word Count: 1,123k

Logan looked so hot in his suit. Y/N couldn’t keep her eyes off him. So much so that Wade teases her about it anytime he sees her staring at him. “Ya know I don’t blame you, Peanut looks hot af in that suit.” Wade says, making Y/N giggle. Logan looks over and sees her giggling. He walks over to them, “You making my girl laugh?” He asked jokingly. Wade raises his eyebrows under his mask, “Listen Friendo you have no reason to be jealous. Little Y/N over here has a mask kink.” Y/N’s jaw dropped at that and looked over at her friend shocked. Logan didn’t really have a reaction which worried her even though they were dating. She looked at him worried but he didn’t even look mad or upset. “Wow, are you turning her down? I’ll take you up on that, cupcake.” Logan glared at him. 

“So the suit turns you on?” He asked them as she ate dinner. She chewed slowly and looked at him. “Wrong time to ask, don't ya think?” She asked. He shrugged, “You’re almost done.” He had a point but she was thinking about food not him fucking her in the suit….well shit now she was. “But yeah, especially the mask.” She says. He raises his brows, “really?” He asked.

She can’t think straight when thinking about it. He looked so sexy in it and all she wanted to do was fuck him. She finished her last bite and quickly took the plate from her. She looked at him as he set it on the table. He came over to her and picked her up, making her giggle. “You keep giggling like that, I’ll fuck you right here on the table babygirl.” He growls. “As long as you wear the suit I don’t care where you fuck me.” She purred. He set her on the counter, “stay right here.” He runs out of the room leaving her in her thoughts. She bit her lip just thinking about what was in store.

She decided to help him out by taking off her sweats leaving her in her shirt and panties. Her panties were lace and yellow fitting the vibe. Her panties were nearly soaked. It wasn’t  too much longer that he walked in the kitchen in the suit and he had the mask on as well. Her jaw dropped as if it was the first time seeing him in the suit. He walked up to her and she wrapped her legs around him pulling him closer, “You look so hot baby.” She said and kissed him. The mask made it a little harder but it was still enjoyable. His large hands moved up her thighs to her wet panties.

She gasped in the kiss as he rubbed over her clothed clit. “Fuck you’re wet.” He groaned. She moaned and threw her head back. His finger sped up the pace and his other hand gripped her hip hard, probably leaving a mark. She tried to move her hips but he stopped her, making her whine. “Relax baby. I want to fuck you on my cock.” His deep voice said. She whimpered at his words and he stopped rubbing her. He pulled down her panties and threw them somewhere in the kitchen. He picked her up and turned her around so her ass was up in the air.

“This beautiful ass is just begging for it.” He said, slapping it. She moaned and shook her ass for him. He pulled down his pants and stroked himself a few times before lining up with her wet hole. He rubbed himself against her a few times before sliding in. He was bigger than anyone she’s had sex with prior but so she still was getting used to his size. It took him a minute to fully be inside of her. Her gasps as she got used to him always got him. Once he was in her, he let her adjust before gripping her hips. His grip was tight as he fucked her back on his cock. He wasn’t joking when he said he was gonna fuck her on his cock.

It was long before she was making the loudest noise possible. Luckily Wade wasn’t staying over like he usually would so they both could be as loud as they wanted. “Fuck Wolvy your dick hits all the right spots.” She whines. Never had she called him that before. But by the speed of him slamming her onto his dick increasing, she knew he liked it. “Fuck sweetheart your pussy is so warm and made for me.” He groaned. Her hands had nothing to grip onto, so her fingers dug into the table.

“Right where we eat letting me take you like the dirty whore you are.” She moaned at that and clenched around him. “Fuck baby girl if you do that again I might cum.” He moaned. He rarely ever moaned, just grunts and groans so she almost fell over the edge hearing that sound. “I’m close.” She whined and he grunted. His pace was inhuman fast as he had her fucking him and basically  rearranging her organs. He twitched inside of her and they both knew that words didn’t and couldn’t be said. Her eyes rolled back and she nearly screamed his name as she came all over his cock.

He slowed the pace to let her ride out her orgasm. Little breathy moans left her mouth. He picked up the pace again making her whine out of sensitivity. “I know, baby. Daddy’s almost there.” He grunted. His hands squeezed her hips hard and he came inside of her not caring about protection. She gasped feeling his cum fill her up for the first time. He pulled out of her and watched as his cum spilled out of her. He took his hand and swirled her hole and pushed some of it back in her. She whimpered and he chuckled, “Be kinda hot to see you pregnant with my baby.” He said.

“Yeah that would be hot, Peanut.” They both turned to see Wade in his Deadpool suit sitting on the window. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Logan growled. Y/N hid her body the best that she could from Wade. “Relax. I nearly missed the climax.” Logan growled and stormed up to him after pulling up his pants. “Why are you mad, Peanut? You at least got some action.” He said in defense. “Wade go home.” Y/N whined, annoyed that he saw them like that. “Not the kind of whining I want to hear.” He said and Wolverine’s claws came out. “Leave.” He growled at Wade and he sighed. “Fine. But next time invite me will ya?” “WADE!”

[eloves-writes]

💜 with carlos sainz!! could you make it spicy? it's ok if you don't want to as well it's your choice :)

fun fact! i can see you was one of my surprise songs at the eras tour and it is very near and dear to my heart😌😌 is this secret relationship trope overdone? yes. will that stop me? no!

song lyric prompt: “i can see you waiting down the hall from me, i can see you up against a wall with me” i can see you ~ taylor swift💜

warnings: kissing, reader n carlos being cute, slightly suggestive, oblivious charles leclerc

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the whole press conference, you kept finding your eyes wandering over to carlos opposite you on the large sofa. he looked so beautiful today in his ferrari shirt with his summer break tan and messy yet perfect hair; this was the first time you’d seen him since the last race in spa, not managing to align your vacation plans but mostly not wanting to rouse suspicion if you were caught a beach together somewhere. the secrecy was fun and adrenaline pumping, it made you feel like you were in high school again sneaking around behind your parent’s backs- of course, the stakes were much higher due to your on track ‘rivalry’ with the spaniard. at least, the battling for positions and pushing each other off track was interpreted by the media as such; in reality, it was playful, teasing foreplay that you both enjoyed so much that the thought of getting caught and letting everybody else in on your little game disappointed you both immensely.

when the floor was opened up for questions from the journalists, hands shot up as usual and a question headed straight for you.

“this is for y/n and carlos,” the woman started, respectful in her tone which you appreciated after the shit men had asked you in the years since you started racing. “we’ve all liked watching your on-track battles so far this year, but we wonder if you two are coming in just as hot to the second half of this season, or has the rivalry cooled off over the summer break?”

she posed a valid question, but truthfully it was one you wondered the answer to yourself. had the heat between you cooled in each other’s absence? and if it had, was there an on-track rivalry without the off-track affair?

after a beat of silence allowing you both to think, carlos spoke.

“i don’t know about y/l/n, here,” he answered, connecting his big brown eyes with yours and making your stomach flip. “but i’m coming in just as hot.”

you knew what he was really saying. you paused for a second before answering yourself:

“me too,” you responded playfully. “carlos is a great driver, but i’m better.”

-

as you walked off the stage back to your team’s garage, a hand grabbed your waist and carlos leant down to level his lips with your ear.

“i’m good, but you’re better, huh?”

you turned to look at him, trouble in your eyes. “that’s what i said, yep.”

he grabbed your hand and swiftly dragged you into the ferrari garage without anyone seeing. pushing you up against the wall of the corridor, he kissed you feverishly and you kissed him back, welcoming the taste of his perfect lips on yours again and the gentle pull of his hands tangled in your hair.

“i missed you, cariño,” he breathed, pulling away from the kiss to take in every inch of your face as you did the same to him. you would never tire of seeing him so close up, admiring each feature like it was carved from marble. but it wasn’t; he was so, so real.

“mhm, you’re coming in just as hot,” you teased, quoting his answer to the reporter earlier.

carlos chuckled and nodded his head. “oh yeah. i’m definitely hot for you.”

his sarcastic tone made you laugh, leaning up to kiss him again. the kiss turned from sweet to rough in an instant, and your arms which had been previously draped around his neck dropped to hem of his shirt so your hands could explore his toned stomach under the red fabric as you continued to kiss him. his own hands fell to your ass, grabbing it in a way that pushed your hips forward into his crotch, earning a groan from the taller man.

footsteps down the hall took you out of your intimate moment, immediately removing your hands from each other and putting some needed distance between your bodies. you snorted when you noticed the semi forming in carlos’ jeans, and he lightly hit you on the arm for laughing.

“not my fault,” he said quietly through gritted teeth.

“you dragged me in here,” you whispered. “so kinda is.”

he hit you on the arm again as the source of the footsteps approached and carlos’ teammate came into view. he looked from you to carlos, suspicious.

“think you’re in the wrong garage, y/l/n,” charles joked, going in to hug you. “you alright? carlos hasn’t been trying anything with you, has he? can’t keep his hands to himself,” he continued, clapping his teammate on the back. carlos silently begged you not to start laughing.

“no,” you replied, using all your self control to sound calm and unbothered. “i thought i’d just come and inform him that i’m going to absolutely smash him this weekend.”

you smiled at carlos, milking the double entendre for all it was worth before leaving them both and quickly heading back to your own garage.

-

“you totally like her, mate,” charles laughed at his teammate once you were out of earshot. and carlos could deny it all he wanted, but he totally did.

[horrorbarbie13]

𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚃𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝙼𝚎

Summary: Reader tests Tara's possessiveness and decides to make her jealous at a party, only making the girl furious. Tara fucks Y/N so hard until the girl is cumming over and over again, screaming how Tara owns her.

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x fem!reader

Warnings: (+18), smut, a little degradation, tied up (little bondage), mommy kink, rough.

Word count: 3.3k

After hours Y/N has finally convinced Tara to accompany her at her friend's party. While Y/N was extremely excited to finally have a night that escapes the routine, Tara on the other hand was definitely not in the mood for parties. Y/N eventually succumbed to the idea of going alone with a couple of friends to the party, since she didn't want to force Tara to go against her will, however Tara's mood changed in a blink as soon as she laid her eyes on Y/N while she was  finishing getting ready.

The short brunette girl couldn't resist seeing my girlfriend in that tight black dress even if she tried to. Y/N's makeup was perfectly done and that tight high ponytail that fits the almost devilish figure could make anyone weak. Tara knew that the girl would be a trap for any poor soul. The idea of not going to that party was quickly dropped once she realized she wasn't going to be the only one having trouble to control herself, she needed to come to keep an eye on her girl and make sure no one tries to even breathe too close to her.

"Hey I'm going to get another drink do you want anything babe?" Tara asks in her girlfriends ear so she can hear her through the blasting music. Y/N smiles already a bit drunk and shakes her head before kissing Tara softly. The short girl can't help but smile into the kiss. Eventually they separate and Tara goes looking for the kitchen.

While going thought the empty bottles trying to find something to drink, Tara feels her cup getting filled. When she quickly turns her head ready to complain, a smile grows on her face when she finds her friend Mindy. "Dude you scared me" says Tara accompanied by the laughs of both girls. They end chatting and losing a bit of track of time. Mid conversation, Mindy asks how things are with Y/N, which makes Tara softly smile and move her eyes around the room trying to find her girlfriend, but the smile drops when she lays her eyes on Y/N. She could feel her blood boiling and face getting red at the sight in front of her. Hearing Mindy's voice far away while Tara's zooming out, her hand gripped the cup so hard that ends up smashing it.

There she was, her devilish girlfriend, dancing with a random girl who had her hands on Y/N hips. Tara just stares intensely trying her hardest to not make a scene and smash the other girl's head on the floor as hard and she could, over and over and over again...

Y/N, on the other hand, was enjoying this way more than she would ever admit. While Tara was away, a blonde girl came up behind her and started grinding and dancing against her body. Y/N was conscious to know she should've pushed the unknown girl away but jealous Tara is too hot for her to resist and drunk Y/N is too horny to think correctly about consequences, so she decided to take advantage of the situation and the opportunity that just fell on her lap.

Without having to look, Y/N could feel a gaze upon her and a she couldn't help but bit her lip while smiling like an idiot knowing exactly who it was. Y/N turns her head and locks eyes with a furious Tara. While smiling innocently and looking at her girlfriend's eyes, Y/N pushes her ass harder against the girl making her moan loudly in her ear, making Y/N cringe a little for not being Tara.

At this point Tara was about to explode, so Y/N decided to really push her over the limit.

Still locking eyes with each other from far away, Y/N grabs the girl's hand and runs it slowly up her body making the blonde squeeze her boob. The action itself didn't turn Y/N on the slightest, but she was absolutely soaking in anticipation of what Tara was going to do to her as soon as she loses control.

Not being able to hold herself anymore, seeing someone having their hands on what she owns, Tara furiously walks up to the pathetic girl trying to touch her girlfriend not caring who or what is on her way. Y/N's feels herself getting nervous at the sight of Tara coming so fast and grabbing her arm hard before spilling  the smashed cup she had in her hand with the left overs of her drink all over the girl, making her gasp loudly.

"She's mine!! If you ever dare to even try to lay your pathetic eyes on her again I swear to fucking God I'll stab both of your eyes so slowly that you wish you were never born." it's all Y/N hears Tara say before pushing her towards the car.

"Baby I-" "If another word comes out of your mouth during this ride I swear to fucking God you won't be able to talk again." Instead of getting scared like a normal person at Tara's state, Y/N immediately feels her panties getting drenched just by the tone of her voice making her shut up.

After a while it was too much for Y/N, even the slightest movements from the car were torturing her, making her try to get just a little friction, getting frustrated when it wasn't enough. She needed Tara to touch her and waiting to get home wasn't an option at that point. Slowly and a little unsure, Y/N looks over to the girl on her left and notices how she's looking straight at the road clenching her perfect jaw. The sight makes Y/N almost stop functioning in her drunk state,  so without even thinking she pushes her dress up slowly allowing herself to run her fingers softly along my clothed slit, a heavy satisfied breath comes out of her mouth making the mad girl to look at her.

Tara stops the car abruptly and grabs Y/N's neck slamming her hard against the seat which makes her gasp loudly mixed with a moan.

 "First you let someone else touch you right in front of me and now you're going to try to touch yourself without asking me?!" I shiver and feel her hand getting tighter around my neck

I look her in the eyes seeing that they're really dark with a mix of anger, desire and possessiveness.

"I-I..." Tara moves her hand from my neck and grabs my jaw hard making me look at her.

"Didn't I warn you what would happen if you talked?! Don't fucking test me." Y/N feels herself get lost in the moment by Tara's beautiful eyes and can only allow herself to nod at the words.

Tara doesn't move her hand still grabbing the other's jaw while her eyes glance between Y/N's eyes and lips several times. The wet girl feels a huge urge to kiss her girlfriend but before she could try to move Tara lets her go and starts driving again without saying another word, leaving Y/N incredibly aroused and unable to talk or move.

Y/N looks out of the window with her dress still up, grabbing the sides of her seat to try to not touch herself. She swears she had seen Tara mad before but never like this, she's more scared of her silence than when she's yelling.

When they pull over Tara quickly gets out of the car slamming the door hard and goes to Y/Ns side. She doesn't give the other girl time to even process what's going on. Tara opens her door and grabs her hair pulling her out of the car and push Y/N inside the house.

 Slamming the door behind them, Tara pushes the girl against it hard, taking the opportunity to kiss her deeply letting her feel all the mixed emotions. Y/N immediately moans on the cherry flavored lips against her own which makes Tara smirk knowing she already has Y/N on her knees without even trying.

Y/N pushes herself on Tara and lets her hands getting lost inside the raven hair she adores. Gripping it to pull her closer, Y/N feels Tara's hands on the sides of her hips pulling the dress more up, showing all of her lacy black panties that were obviously soaked, making her sigh in anticipation. But before she gets what she wanted so badly, Y/N feels her wrists getting grabbed hard and pinned against the door.

Y/N whines, "N-no, please let me touch you" Tara chuckles lowly at how frustrated and needy her girl is.

Tara puts her thigh in between her legs and whispers really close to her lips, "You have to earn your right to touch me like a good little slut we both know you are"

Tara feels Y/N's body shivering under her touch and words making her smirk. A moan comes out of Y/N's parted lips and they lock eyes.

Tara takes the opportunity to grip her wrists tighter and moves her thigh up and down giving Y/N the bit of the friction she was dying for. The needy girl's hips immediately move along with the rhythm and her moans become louder and louder by the second, still locking their eyes.

"You're really wet for me aren't you baby? I swear I can feel the heat through the clothes, it's so pathetic, I just started." Tara confidently says while pressing her leg harder. Y/N moans loudly throwing her head back against the door, noticing how their lips were dangerously close, she takes the opportunity to try to kiss her, however she feels the girl moving back, making her whine.

"M-mommy p-please..." Y/N begs with her eyes closed in between heavy breaths, the sight of her so vulnerable turns Tara on so much. She grabs her jaw and makes Y/N look at her.

Tara says while looking at her lips, "You wanted to play with me princess didn't you, so let's play and see how much you can handle."

Before she could say anything Tara once again grabs a fist full of her hair and drags her to the bedroom upstairs.

Tara pushes the vulnerable girl on the bed face down and a loud moan from comes out of her lips. At this point she could feel her wetness dripping slightly down her legs, which made her even wetter if possible.

"Don't. Move." Tara says in a very stern tone. Not wanting to push her even more, Y/N just listens and doesn't move a millimeter. 

However, after a few minutes, Y/N couldn't wait anymore and she closes my legs hard rubbing them together trying to feel some kind of pleasure discreetly. 

She flinches at the sound of the door slamming shut, but doesn't even dare to look at her girlfriend.

"Take your dress and panties off, but leave your panties on. Now." Y/N quickly obeys and lays back down on her stomach waiting for Tara to do something.

Y/N feels her sit on her back, allowing her to feel the heat between Tara's legs, making her roll her eyes and moaning. Tara grabs her wrists handcuffing the girl to the bed. Y/N feels her body tremble with all the thoughts that went through her mind of things that Tara could do to her.

The raven haired girl grabs Y/N's hair harshly and pulls her head back so she could whisper in her ear, "Now you're going to learn who you belong to baby, you need to understand you can't test me like that."

Y/N's body is so weak for Tara, she can't form words to answer so only moans can be heard. Tara smirks and starts sucking on the tied up girl's neck really hard, clearly wanting to mark her territory. As she sucks on the neck, Tara slowly starts grinding on Y/N's ass, only making the girl more desperate and moaning louder.

"You better be dripping down your legs Y/N. Show mommy how much of a slut you are and how bad you want to be fucked. I know you want to be my slut." She whispers the last part against Y/N's skin making her pussy react at the words and eyes rolled a bit.

"Please Tara I-i need you" She chuckles clearly proud and gets off of me and I immediately miss her heat.

"Ass up whore, you can keep your head in the pillow". Y/N does as she's told and hears Tara moan at the sight. Tara's hands grab Y/N's ass, spreading her, "Fuck you're so wet for me, so fuckable." She slaps her ass really hard only to hear a loud gasp and whimper.

"Don't think I forgot about the punishment doll." She keeps slapping Y/N's ass the same way until both lost count. Y/N can feel tears forming in her eyes and the skin burning.

However, she quickly forgets about the pain when she feels her nails running slowly up her inner thighs scratching the skin very gently, clearly torturing her.

"Beg like the good girl you are." Tara orders in a whispering tone while leaving bites Y/N's ass and on her inner thighs really close to her center. Y/N feels one of her hands rubbing her panties slightly brushing so softly on her sensitive clit.

"Please Tar, I need you so fucking much, I'm so wet for you, please fuck me mommy p-please" Y/N manages to say in between moans, feeling so desperate and needy. She loves begging for Tara.

Without a word, Tara pulls the panties to the side and starts teasing her clit with the tip of her tongue. Y/N feels her body tense up after the long wait. She pulls on the handcuffs while her face is buried in the pillow letting loud moans escape. Tara chuckles and the feeling of her breath hitting Y/N's pussy only makes her wetter. 

"Do you want more?" She asks as she licks from the clit to her hole really slowly. "Mhmmm-" Y/N whines in such a needy way that drives Tara crazy.

Tara rips the panties off aggressively and grabs Y/N's hair pushing her head down on the pillow. She feels Tara's hot breath against the skin of her neck making its way up slowly to Y/N's ear.

"I'm going to teach you who you belong to." As she finishes her sentence she slams two fingers inside Y/N not caring to go slow. Her pace is fast and really hard making the girl scream and moan uncontrollably.

She keeps the rhythm and starts sucking on her neck hard, "Look at you, being a slut for mommy." her words only makes the girl under her growl. Y/N pulls harder on the handcuffs wanting to grab Tara's hair to push her head closer to but whimpers leaves her lips when she can't touch her dark locks.

Y/N feels her smirk against her as she adds one finger more, fucking her senselessly with no mercy. The sound of her own wet pussy getting louder and louder as Tara's fingers go deep inside her pushes Y/N closer to the edge.

"M-mommy I'm g-gonna c-cum" Y/N manages to say on the edge of cumming.

"Not yet slut." She whimpers and bites the pillow trying her hardest not to cum, scared of the consequences. 

Suddenly Tara grabs her jaw from behind pulling her head back harshly and starts saying in her ear in a low tone, "Look at you acting like the slut you are, you're mine do you hear me, don't you ever for one second think it's okay to disrespect me like that and let someone else touch you again, understood? You're mine, say it!" 

Unable to form words, Y/N only moans and screams from having her fingers slamming hard deep inside her pussy.

Since she didn't get an answer, Tara takes out her fingers and puts them inside Y/N's mouth fucking it the way she was fucking her cunt. Y/N gags and moans at the taste of her own wetness on Tara's fingers.

"I'll repeat myself for the last time: Say you're mine Y/N." She says in a stern way while fucking Y/N's mouth.

While doing her best to not gag, she manages to say, "I'm all fucking yours", leaving Tara clearly pleased at those words.

She takes her fingers out and pats Y/N's cheek hard with her hand now covered in wetness and saliva, "Good fucking girl."

Before the girl could react she slams her slim long fingers back in her pussy while rubbing the clit which makes Y/N roll her eyes while screaming in the pillow.

She thrusts harder than before and the intense orgasm builds up again quickly. Tara notices Y/N  getting tighter around her fingers.

"Does my slut wanna cum?" She asks with an evil chuckle. Unable to form words, Y/N only lets out a loud moan "Mhmmmmmmm...."

With her free hand Tara pulls her hair back not slowing down her thrusts for one second, "Didn't hear you. Beg for it"

Y/N's legs start to shake aggressively and she can barely keep her eyes open, she's so close and holding it it's only making her wetter.

"Plea-please please let me cum m-mommy please", she manages to scream while gripping the handcuffs with both hands. She curves her fingers inside Y/N hitting the right spot over and over again, making the girl groan loudly.

"Who do you belong to? Who is the only person that can touch you, make you feel this good?" Who owns you?" She moans Y/N's ear feeling her so tight.

"You, you Tara you only you" Y/N quickly says, clearly desperate to cum, the pleasure is almost painful.

"Good girl, cum for me Y/N." As soon as those words leave her mouth, Y/N lets out a really loud scream along with the intense orgasm. It hits her so hard giving her such an incredible amount of pleasure that almost makes her brain shut off for a second.

After she cums, Tara let's go of the girls hair making her head fall in the pillow. Y/N almost blacks out, but the feeling of her three fingers deep inside her while Tara's tongue is on her clit brings her back to reality.

"B-baby-y pl-please, I c-can't." Y/N sobs, but Tara only slaps her ass, in a way of telling her to shut up and just take it.

It only takes a few thrusts and Y/N is about to cum again and Tara is fully aware. Her whole body is shaking like crazy and without being able to warn the dominant girl, Y/N cums once more.

She takes her fingers out fast and opens her mouth close to Y/N's pussy while rubbing her clit fast. This intense feeling makes the submissive girl squirt all over Tara's face.

"Fuuuuck" Y/N moans as loud as she could, this new feeling takes the rest of her strength out and her whole body gives up on the bed.

While trying calm down her rapid breathing, Y/N can feel Tara's tongue slowly and softly clean her dripping wet thighs and pussy. With care, she feels the tongue making its way to her ass, only making her moan softly at the dirty feeling.

When she finished licking every drop, her kisses go up Y/N's back slowly, leaving a track of love with every kiss. Tara lays on my back and takes the hair that's sticking on Y/N's face and neck cause of the sweat out of the way.

"You're mine, if you ever forget that or try to play me one more time like you did tonight, I'll fuck you so hard for such a long time you won't be left conscious baby. I own you." She warns the girl under her in between sweet kisses on her cheek and shoulder.

Y/N smiles at the mix of the hot warning words and sweet kisses. Y/N looks at Tara softly, clearly giving her heart eyes, "I'm yours."

Tara looks back at the soft girl and smiles. Both slowly leaning they share a soft, but long kiss that gives both butterflies.

They pull away and Tara reaches to take the handcuffs off. As she kisses the sore wrists, Y/N lays back on the pillow closing her eyes. She feels herself slowly falling asleep while the short angel plays with her hair gently and kisses her skin with such care that makes her melt.

"I love you Tara" I say quietly before falling asleep, "I love you too Y/N".

[nadvs]

I love your SWTE series! What about their first night alone after the twins are born!?

thank you so much!! 🥹 oh they def go to a hotel for a little getaway 🤭

based on this fic! 18+!

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it’s months before they finally feel in a good enough place to leave the twins with a close friend. they go over everything with her twice, reminding her not to hesitate to call over any little thing.

the hotel they booked is in the city, only half an hour drive away from home. it gives them both peace of mind knowing they’re close, but they vow to treat it like a vacation.

rafe’s season has been rough. the team just hasn’t been gelling and he’s not so sure about their chances in the play-offs.

it’s been a while since his girlfriend has felt confidence in herself, too. she’s been a stay at home mom, still getting used to the chaos of having twins and to the fact that her body has changed so much.

her relationship with rafe has been mainly focused on parenting. they need a date. desperately.

they get a private room in the restaurant so that they don’t have to deal with being recognized. tonight is about them only.

dinner is a long overdue chance at fun. rafe is reminded of why she became his best friend within months of knowing her all those years ago in college. they talk and laugh and order way too many appetizers.

when they walk into the hotel suite rafe booked after dinner, she’s almost at a loss for words.

“wow,” she breathes.

“you approve?” rafe says. she steps forward to look out at the city lights through the gigantic windows.

“it’s fine, i guess,” she jokes.

she feels him press up against her, his lips against the side of her neck. her body is on fire immediately. it’s been so long.

but the few times they’ve made love since the babies were born, it was in their bed, in the dark. the suite is softly lit, but it’s more than enough for him to see her naked body for the first time since she gave birth.

when his hands drag down her hips, she freezes. rafe is so intoxicated with the way her ass feels against him that he doesn’t even notice.

he continues to kiss her neck, his mouth hot on her.

“hey,” she says softly. “you know my body is… it’s different now.”

“hmm?” he mumbles.

she turns in his arms, still stiff from the feeling of his hands on her hips.

“i have a scar from the c-section,” she tells him, “and i carried two babies. i don’t look how i used to.”

rafe’s brows furrow in confusion.

“i just mean,” she says, eyes darting away, “don’t expect for me to be as hot as i used to be.”

“are you insane?” he asks. “you’re even hotter.”

“you haven’t seen me,” she says. she purposely doesn’t change in front of him and doesn’t give him opportunities to see her naked around the house.

his body is in perfect shape from his constant training and practice. but she doesn’t have the cheerleader’s body she had when they met. not even close.

“then let me see you,” he rasps. she bites her lip.

“maybe we shut off the lights?”

“fuck no,” rafe mutters with a chuckle. his hand trails up her back, finding the zipper of her dress and slowly pulling it down as he keeps his eyes locked on hers.

“rafe,” she says quietly. “i’m serious.”

“so am i. you’re not going to hide from me.”

her dress drops to the floor, pooled around her feet, leaving her in just her bra and panties.

she swears the man actually growls when he pulls her in by the waist, dipping to kiss her chest. she shudders as his fingers dip under the hook of her bra, taking it off impatiently.

she can feel how hard he is under his pants. while he could lie using his words, his body definitely can’t. he actually, really does want her. the feeling is overwhelming.

she finally eases into the motion, unbuttoning his shirt as he kisses over her collarbone. their bare chests are pressed together as he guides her to the bed, lying her down on the plush comforter.

“i’d have you up against that window,” he tells her, “but i don’t want anyone seeing what’s mine.”

his words make her feel dizzy. she pulls him down and kisses him hard. she didn’t expect to feel so wanted after he saw her naked for the first time in so long, but he seems even more passionate than he was back before she got pregnant.

rafe feels like he’s coming home when he’s on top of her like this. he can’t control his aggression, ripping her panties down and not even having the patience to take his boxers all the way off before sinking into her.

they exhale in sweet harmony when they meet, his hands pinning her wrists down against the bed as he starts to thrust.

“how hard do i have to go for you to know how hot you are?” he whispers through his short breaths.

she trembles, linking her legs around him, adjusting to his size like it’s the first time. he straightens his arms, hands still tight on her wrists, and meets her eyes as he rolls in and out of her with deep, perfect strokes.

“hard,” she challenges, simply because she knows he has it in him and that she can take it.

they make love over and over that night, lost in each other’s bodies, kissing so much that their lips get sore. afterwards, they’re tangled up naked in bed, panting and exhausted.

“i’m always going to want you, you know that?” he mumbles lazily against her neck.

she stares up at the ceiling. it’s hard to believe, considering he’s gained so much fame and popularity that he could get any woman he wanted.

“what?” he says when she doesn’t answer.

“you sure?”

“baby,” he half-chuckles. “i’m so fucking sure.”

“but my body isn’t-”

“your body gave me my children,” he interrupts. “end of story.”

she cracks a smile, gently slapping his shoulder.

“fine,” she murmurs. “end of story.”

[ihavethedreamies]

Pool Boy (1) | Yeonjun

Choi Yeonjun - TXT

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~3.2k OuO

Pairing: Yeonjun x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Porn without Plot

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Small Age Difference (Unspecified, he calls her Noona), Pet Names (Pretty Girl, Noona, etc.), Swearing, Kissing, Oral (M! Receiving), Deepthroating/Face-Fucking, Fingering, Semi-Public Sex (at work but no one else is there), Unprotected Sex (Use a condom! She's on the pill)

Summary: Getting it on after hours with the hot lifeguard who works at the same pool as you. This is just for context, it literally has no effect on the story itself.

Author's Note: This originally was going to be part of a really long series with a lot of plot, but it was taking too long and I was putting too much plot, more than I had initially planned. Because of that, I cut nearly all plot out and it's still three-thousands words of just fucking so…

None of the parts are reliant on the others, there is just a version for each boy.

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Everyone had left, leaving just you and Yeonjun. You were finishing up last minute stuff in the office, not sure where he was, but his bag was still inside, so he definitely hadn’t left. As you were pinning up a sheet on the corkboard by the door that was the schedule for the next week, you felt a presence behind you. It was warm and you didn’t even flinch when you felt hands on your hips. Yeonjun wrapped his arms around you, hand holding his other wrist, so they rested right near your belly button. His cheek rested on your head, his mouth right by your ear.

"Looks like we're alone." His breath was hot on your ear, and you pressed back into him, your own hands coming to rest on his in front of you. You shifted and he let you go just enough that you could turn toward him, then his arms tightened again. He pressed so close to you you could feel the slight ridges of his stomach through both of your thin shirts. Your head had to tip back pretty far to look up at him at this distance. His hands unlinked and surrounded your waist, his big hands easily covering a wide swath of your middle. Your own hands went to his upper chest near his shoulders, and slowly slid up to his jaw.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked, lips so close to yours they brushed over each other with his words.

"I’ll be mad if you don’t-" He was on you. Yeonjun’s lips were as soft as they looked and you groaned, tilting your head to instantly deepen the kiss. One of your hands ran up the nape of his neck into his hair, the other gripping his shirt over the right side of his chest. His own hands left your waist and descended lower till they rested over your ass, and he put his hands into your pockets. Somehow, he pulled you closer and you moaned softly at feeling him completely surround you. He stepped forward and your back hit the wall, the corkboard preventing you from bumping your head on the painted brick. Reluctantly, you both pulled away for a breath, lips still hovering close.

"This okay, (Y/N)?" When his voice, raspy with desire, spoke your name you shuddered. How could someone this beautiful really want you? Just a normal human, not someone who looked like they belonged in a museum as an art piece.

"I would let you do whatever to me." You admitted and he groaned, his brow furrowing and his lips sealed to yours again. The force of the kiss made you groan, and he took the chance to slip his tongue in your mouth. Your head swam and you had never been so turned on just from kissing a guy before. His hands were all over you and you sighed when his fingers crept under your shirt and up your back. When you had to pull away again for air, a ribbon of saliva hung between your lips, and you licked to break the connection.

"Whatever huh?"

"Within reason." You were both slightly out of breath still, your exhales mixing between you.

"What do you want to do?" you asked, your lips still so close they brushed as you spoke. One hand left your back, and he cupped your jaw gently, his thumb rubbing over your throat.

"I want you to swallow my cock." His voice was quiet, worried he was being too forward. You groaned a bit, and he at first thought you were unwilling. However, the fact that you instantly sank to your knees, he saw you were more than willing.

"Fuck (Y/N)." He gasped when your much smaller hands went to the waist band of his swim trunks, and you pulled the garment off and away. His cock sprang free, and he sighed in relief. Big and pretty, just like him. Before he could say anything else, your mouth sealed around the head, your tongue swirling around before taking him deeper.

"Shit~" His moans were pretty too, everything about him was so pretty. When the tip of his dick hit the back of your mouth, your eyes flitted up to meet his. Yeonjun swore once again, resting his arm on the wall and then his forehead on his arm. Seeing you like that made his cock twitch and a bead of pre hit your tongue. What he wasn't expecting you to do next was start inching him even deeper into your throat. He whined and you moaned back, swallowing around him over and over to keep from gagging too bad. He said he wanted you to swallow his cock, so you did, burying him in your throat, your nose hitting the skin of his groin. His eyes clenched shut, teeth chewing on his bottom lip, trying not to move. When you noticed his hips twitch slightly, you smiled as best you could with your mouth full of Yeonjun's dick, and pulled back till you could circle your tongue over the head again.

"Wanna move?" You offered and his eyes flew open to gape at you. When he saw your determined face and not a hint of reluctance in your tone of voice, he moaned. You even sounded excited.

"You sure?" And when you nodded, his other hand stroked over your hair, lightly gripping it to hold you where he wanted. It seemed you had some experience with that kind of thing, because you shifted your kneeling position so you could brace against the floor better. The head of his cock brushed past your lips again and he let out a long whine as you let him get as deep as possible. When he asked for you to swallow his cock, he didn't realize you were going to let him fuck your face. Just the thought alone was getting him close, let alone the perfect wet, hot vacuum your mouth created.

"Fuck-" He groaned, careful to watch when you would suck air in through your nose, making sure he didn't cut your air off too much and too long. Your panties were stuck to your folds already and you grinded against the thick seam of your jeans. Splats of saliva and precum dripped onto the floor as Yeonjun struggled to not ruin your throat, but his hips were hard to control the longer he went.

"Gonna…cum-" He gasped and your hands flew to his butt, holding him in place and he came down your throat. The whine he let out as his head tilted back in relief was literally orgasmic. Breathing hard as you pulled off, you cleaned his still slightly hard cock off and sat back, grinning up at him.

"I…I wasn’t really prepared…" He drifted off and you nodded in acknowledgement.

"I’m on the pill, don’t worry about it."

"You sure?"

"Yeonjun if you don’t get inside me soon, I might start begging. I'm already on the floor." You blinked at him.

"I would like to see that, but a different day. Come up, pretty girl." He helped you stand and turned you around, so you faced the wall again. He pressed another kiss to your cheek as his front pressed to your back, his lips meeting your neck as he placed kisses there, his fingers ghosting over your ribs. You could feel his cock hardening again in the cleft of your ass and you knew he would fill you in the best way. As his tongue ghosted over the ridge of your ear, he wrapped his arms around you entirely again, his right hand cupping your covered breast, the other resting on your stomach above the waistband of your shorts.

"That door locked?"

"They all are." You exhaled, his hand slipping under your bra and tweaking at your nipple. His other hand deftly undid your button and slid his hand into your shorts. You gasped as he rubbed over your cunt through your underwear, the fabric already soaked.

"How long have you been like this, hm?" His voice in your ear made your thoughts fuzzy.

"Fuck, since I first saw you." You admitted and he groaned, burying his nose into the crook of your neck.

"(Y/N), don’t say things like that…" He whined and you chuckled a bit, but you nearly choked on your own air when his hand buried in under your panties, a long finger pressing against your entrance. You exhaled at the sensation, and you groaned when his finger filled you up, deeper than you could ever get yourself.

"Your so wet, noona. Tight." His hips jumped a bit, grinding his cock into your covered back side. You whined when he added another finger, his palm grinding over your clit. He needed to get you more prepared to take his cock. As his fingers scissored inside of you, you reached your own hand back and palmed his dick to full hardness and Yeonjun grunted at the feeling.

"Get inside me, now, please." He complied and you pouted at the loss of his arms around you, his hot skin pressed to yours. He maneuvered behind you; you could hear him take his shirt off as you did yourself. Before you could, he unhooked your bra and he cupped your breasts with his hands, his bare chest against your back. Pressing against you, he stepped forward till the cold wall hit your front, his hands shoving your shorts off. Feeling him bare behind you was thrilling, and while you really wanted to turn and look at him, ogle him, you needed him inside fast. The soft sound of your shorts falling to the floor hit your ears and you whined when the head of his cock rubbed through your folds.

"Oh, god," you gasped as he started to press in. He groaned as your wet, raw heat surrounded him. Yeonjun’s dick stretched your walls with a delightful burn and your nails scratched against the wall futilely, you had to rise onto your tip toes.

"Oh, so good." He groaned once he was inside you all the way. It felt like he was in your throat, he fit inside so deep.

"Fuck, Yeonjun!" You exhaled harshly trying not to clench around him too much, but he felt so good, and he hadn’t even moved yet. Honestly, even if he just stayed like that you would probably eventually cum from him filling you alone. His arms looped around you again, but his hold was more possessive than before. One arm wedged between your breasts, his hand holding the base of your throat. Gently, though, just to secure you. You wouldn’t even mind if his grip tightened a bit…The other arm lay lower, his right hand resting on your left hip, and you braced yourself against the wall with your hands.

"Move, please." You mewled and he took a slow first thrust, the office so quiet that you heard a drop of your wet hit the floor underneath you. Hopefully, you remembered to clean that up later.

"C-can I? I don’t think I can go slow." His nose rested behind your ear, nuzzling it.

"Then don’t. Just fuck me, Yeonjun." You breathed the words out, before his next thrust took it away. Your eyes rolled back as he snapped his hips hard, the thrust was shallow but hard. You threw your head back, it rested on his shoulder as he began to rail you into the wall. Starting to lose strength in your legs, they began to shake, your calves burning from holding yourself to be the right height in that position. He must have noticed because he let you go so you could readjust. You ended up bent at the waist, making a ninety-degree angle. Your hands still held you up against the wall and his hands instead went to your hips. He had to thrust down some, changing the angle at which his cock battered the back walls of your cunt. The head of his dick rubbed over your sweet spot over and over and his thrusts got harder, faster. You wanted to scream from the feeling of him nearly leaving you empty before filling you entirely with a quick snap of his hips. Your head was bowed, your arms above your head, nails digging into the painted brick, chipping it off in some places. Sweat dripped from your forehead, hitting the floor along with the drops from your slick cunt. Yeonjun’s thrusts got sloppier, hard but shallow, his own hands resting on the wall about yours.

"I’m going to cum noona." He grunted and you were close yourself.

"S-s-same-" You managed to get out.

"Ah, fuck!" He was letting out little whines along with you. With one more hard thrust, he set off your orgasm, your walls clenching his cock so hard he fell over as well. You mewled as he pumped you full, your stomach felt hot, but you wanted more. If he didn’t keep going you would have to go home and dig your vibrator out to charge it.

"Shit, sorry!" He apologized, pulling out. You nearly collapsed, your legs like jelly, and he wrapped an arm around you to catch you, then helped you stand straighter. More drops hit the concrete floor, most likely your combined release falling from your still pulsing cunt. Glancing over to him at your side you finally saw him fully. God, he was absolutely divine…and still half hard.

"I can keep going, but I cannot keep standing." You panted, resting your forearm on the wall, then your forehead on your arm.

"Are you sure?" He leaned in and nibbled over your ear as he whispered into it.

"Fuck, yes, please." You nearly keened and he huffed, before wrapping his other arm under your legs and picking you up. You squeaked as he turned around to lay you on the table. The cold plastic was not the most comfortable perch, but you knew that it would be easier to clean than the couch in the break room. Finally, you could fully see him, your eyes drawn to his cock that was quickly getting fully hard. Honestly, you were glad he kept his shirt on lifeguarding because you would have jumped him otherwise. He was so gorgeous, his body proportions absolutely perfect along with his face.

"You need a break or are you ready?" His hands cupped your thighs, pulling them up so you could wrap your legs around his waist.

"I’m ready, hurry up!" You insisted and he laughed, his cock meeting your pussy again. Unlike before where he eased into you, he fucked into you hard immediately and your shoulders twitched, back arching.

"Yeonjun~" You felt your mind going numb, the pleasure tingling through your body. He smirked at your decreasing sanity, proud that he was the one doing it to you. You yelped when he pulled you closer to him, farther down the table. He leaned over you, his hands meeting yours over your head, holding them in his. Yeonjun’s lips found yours again and he swallowed every little moan you made. Whining again as his lips left yours, you wanted to complain, but he laid kisses from your cheek to your jaw, then your neck. He wanted to leave a mark or three but with the heat and working, you wouldn’t be able to hide them. Another time. He slowed his thrusts suddenly and you were going to protest, but his hands looped over your thighs again and he forced a squeal out of you when he folded your legs up, your ankles by his ears. He smirked and you were glad for your flexibility, and his hips began to pummel yours, the table shaking under you. When his eyes left your cunt, swallowing his fat cock, and went to your face he chuckled. You were gone, cock drunk and drooling. He had no idea you would get that far gone, not with your confident and bold personality. You were going to drive him crazy.

"Feel good, pretty girl?" Yeonjun stood back up straight, your legs coming off his shoulders so he could notch your knees over his elbows. Each roll of his hips allowed his pelvis to hit your clit, and he would grind hard into you as deep as he could each time. Your moans got louder, your walls pulsing and clenching again; he could tell you were nearly there.

"Yesss~"

"My cock really that good?"

"Oh, fuck, yes!"

"Couldn’t wait for me to fuck you, huh noona?" His words went straight to your head and cunt, but you weren’t able to say much back but ‘yes’ and nonsense babbling.

"I should always take second shift, wait till everyone else leaves, then fuck you on every surface in here~" He sighed with a slight moan as your pussy fluttered around his cock.

"You would like that, huh noona?"

"Fuck, yes!" You mewled and his thumb met your clit and with one stroke you fell apart again.

"Ah, ‘Jun~!" You clenched him tight, and he felt your cunt overflow and drip from your release. He wanted to hold back, but you felt so good, he was a goner when your legs wrapped tighter around him, not letting go.

"Fuck, I’m gonna cum again." Yeonjun groaned, pumping his hips hard two more times and spilling inside of you again. He fell forward, catching himself on his hands by your head. As your highs came down you pondered how you were going to get home with your shaky and numb legs.

"I’ll," he chuckled, "I’ll help you clean up." He pulled out of you, and you keened at the loss.

"Stay there a sec." He went and got some paper towels and cleaned himself before putting his shorts back on. You closed your eyes, breathing hard and you flinched when he brought a damp towel to your core.

"I make a mess?" You laughed, nearly sounding drunk.

"Pfft, no I did." Yeonjun chuckled and when he decided you were properly cleaned up, he helped you sit up on the table. You wobbled a bit sleepily and he brought you your discarded clothing.

"You’re so sweet." You cooed which made him smile, then he placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

"We also made a mess on the floor and over there…" He grimaced jokingly and you laughed yourself. Despite your shaky muscles, you were able to get dressed and help him clean. You disinfected just in case since it was a public area. It was nearly eleven by the time you were ready to lock up and leave and he stood beside you as you locked the gate.

"(Y/N)?" His voice was soft, and you turned to look at him.

"I just…I understand if you don’t want like…" He licked his lips, nervous, "I won’t just stop talking to you now that you let me- I mean-" He was stammering, his face red and you thought it incredibly endearing. He had literally just rearranged your insides and was now bashfully rambling. Stepping closer, you grabbed his hands where it was fiddling with his bag strap.

"Yeonjun, you are so sweet. If you want to just stay friends?"

"No! I mean…I want more but if you don't don't push yourself." He cleared his throat, looking intensely at your linked hands.

"I'm not pushing myself." You smiled up at him and his nerves flew away, his lips pulling into a smile himself.

"Thank God."

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Awe I hope you like it!!! This was so cute and I loved writing it! Enjoy!

Only One Time

Pairings: Sweet!JJ x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of sexual intercourse. More fluff.

Summary: Prompts 2 & 10 from this list.

Authors Note: I rarely write fluff so you guys better like this one!

JJ's POV:

It was just supposed to be a one time thing. That's what we told each other 3 months ago. We've had sex at least once a week since then. It wouldn't have been a problem if I would've just kept feelings out of it. I tried, I fought like hell, but every time I hear her moan my name, it sends me through a tunnel of love.

That is the same for this time as well. I am currently balls deep inside this amazing girl and she can't stop moaning my name and clawing my back. I like to think of her scratching as her way of claiming me.

Recently I've been trying to keep her in positions where I didn't see her face, but it never helped. This time, she insisted on missionary, so basically I was fucked. Haha literally. "Jay- I'm gonna cum- don't stop!" She moaned. Fuck, she said my name again. I can't stand it. "Me too, me too.." I hissed out. Y/N clenched around my dick and came all over it. It was just enough to tip me over the edge. I slipped out and spilled my cum on her stomach just in time. We both stared at each other with bright smiles on our faces. We both looked exhausted but she still looked perfect.

"What is it Jay?" She asked, catching her breath between words. "Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are? " My cheeks heated up and I mentally slapped myself, I don't know why I just fucking said that.

"Uhm no actually.." She blushed and looked down at her fingers. I definitely couldn't take back what I said. Not that I wanted to, I just wanted to fucking hide for the rest of my life. "Well I think you should be told every day. You really are absolutely gorgeous Y/N. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." I smiled and gave her a small hug. She seemed to blush harder now. "Thank you Jay, that means a lot to me." Y/N answered.

We laid there cuddling for a while, nearly falling asleep a few times. I'd like to say this was the first time we cuddled after sex, but it's actually become a normal thing since our 3rd or 4th time together. So yeah, pretty much every fucking time.

"Hey Jay?" She asked. We were spooning, one arm under her head, the other is laid over her hip, and my dick was pressed against her ass. "Yes Y/N?" I asked. "Did you mean what you said earlier? About me being pretty?" She questioned. "Of course I did. Why wouldn't I mean it?" I was slightly confused. "No one's ever called me beautiful before and our situation isn't exactly easy, so I guess I just thought you said it in the heat of the moment." She sounded upset. "I'm sorry." I don't know why she apologized. "You have no reason to be sorry." I turned her so she was on her back and I was hovering over her.

"I would never lie about something as serious as that. Especially to you. I could never lie to you Y/N." I brushed some hair out of her face and she nuzzled into my hand. We couldn't stop our glossy eyes from staring at each other.

I'm not sure how but it felt like our lips were magnetic. They pulled us closer and closer to each other until they crashed together. We had tried kissing before in bed but that was so different. Before it was hot and steamy, with no emotion. This one was full of passion and desire, but not in a sexual way.

After our long, beautifully emotional kiss, I pulled back and we looked at each other with shock and what seemed to be the most intense feeling a human could experience.

"I love you. "

I said barely above a whisper. I wasn't afraid to say that anymore. I needed her to know, even if the feeling wasn't mutual. But her eyes softened. "I love you too Jay." She pulled my lips back into hers.

When we pulled apart I felt so much better knowing that she felt this way too.

"Will you go out with me?" My heart beat out of my chest as I waited for her answer but I had a feeling the odds were in my favor.

"Of course Jay!" I was right.

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Midnight

Summary: You definitely should not be in your married boss's office, but you're not unhappy about it based on: Hotch and the reader fucking in his office late at night after a case. (Both of their marriages are failing) Yet that doesn’t excuse the fact that hes railing you over his desk any papers that where on the desk is now on the floor and subtle creeking can be heard down the hall in the empty BAU floor

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader (Smut)

Word Count: 1.5k

Content Warning: mutual cheating, SMUT 18+ (rough-ish p-in-v)

This is not where you should be.

On a Thursday night at 11:30, after coming back from a five-day-long case where you only slept a few hours a night with all your reports done, you should be at home.

There's only one reason why you're still at the BAU, and that reason just walked into his office.

"Does he know you're here?" Aaron asks, barely looking at you as he throws his briefcase on his desk chair. He locks the door, so he definitely knows why you're there.

"Are we going to do that, Aaron?" You ask nonchalantly, uncrossing your legs.

It doesn't bother you any more to discuss the reality of your relationship. Aaron, however, doesn't share the same sentiment. Talking about Haley upsets him, and mentions of your husband are hostile or intended to hurt you.

He has complicated feelings about it. He knows his wife cheats on him every chance she gets- emotionally and physically- yet he still feels bad for going behind her back, even though it's only physical stress relief. Although maybe there is an emotional connection... as bad as it sounds, you elect not to inquire about his feelings every single time.

"No." He decides, running his hand through his hair. He'll bring it up again, though, you know it. You've been doing this for too long not to be able to read him like a book.

"Good." You smile, preferring when he's not argumentative since he was a prosecutor. "Because I wanted to tell you that your shirt looks nice."

He scoffs, looking down at his attire. "It's a dark blue shirt." He says dumbly.

"I know, but it makes your eyes look pretty." You explain to him.

"But my eyes are brown." He says in the same confused tone.

It's no secret that he's terrible at taking compliments- you're guessing it's not a common occurrence- so you give him them just for his amusing reaction... and because it probably makes him feel good. "I know that, too. I just think blue suits you."

He dips his head, but you can still see his smile. "Thanks."

"Ready then?" You ask, standing up and stepping out from behind the desk.

"Don't do that." He requests softly. You know what he means, but you frown, feigning innocence. "Act like this is just... sex."

God, sometimes he is so emotional. "Take your pants off." You instruct.

Thankfully, his chattiness has calmed down, and he follows your instructions, putting his gun in his gun safe and undoing his belt while you pull your top off.

You're getting started on your skirt when he stops you, placing his hands on your hips. "Wait, wait."

"For what?" You ask, letting him maneuver you.

"You just look hot in pencil skirts." He admits with a smirk as he checks you out, and there's no bigger confidence booster than that.

You grin, noticing an obvious sign of his arousal. "Unfortunately, too tight for you to fuck me in."

"It's too tight for that, but it is not too tight in general." He assures you with a wink.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a heated kiss. You feel much worse when his lips taste like strawberry lip balm, but they don't today. They feel soft, molding with yours so perfectly you can't imagine kissing anyone else. Those glorious big palms of his travel to your ass, expectedly, and he squeezes until you're moaning into his mouth.

His pupils are darker when you pull back to get some air. "Fuck me, Aaron." You say, your legs too weak for him already for it to be a demand but feeling too intense for it to be a request.

"How do you want it, doll?" He asks. "On my lap, sitting on my desk, or bent over my desk?"

"The latter." You respond, overclouded with lust.

That cocky look takes over his face again. "Want it rough, huh?" He asks smugly, not waiting for verbal confirmation before tightening his grip on your hips, spinning you around, and all but throwing you onto the desk. You prop yourself up with your hands, pushing some of the paperwork on his desk aside.

You press your ass back into his crouch when you feel him behind you, and he groans before stopping you so he can yank your skirt down your legs. Your panties are off a second later, which you've learned not to step out of, knowing he'll snatch them.

Then his hands are off you, and you feel a little empty without them, so you take your bra off and look over your shoulder at what he's doing.

He's so attractive. Even without his shirt taken off, you can see his bulging muscles, and his hand wrapped around his dick makes it look delicious.

"Aaron, hurry up." You insist impatiently.

"Do you have somewhere else you need to be?" He asks arrogantly. "I told you you're not allowed to think about anyone-" He punctuates the word by running his finger through your folds- "else while we're doing this."

His touch melts you in a second. "I'm not. I promise."

"I'll make damn sure of that, doll." He vows, and you're not prepared for it, but he lines himself up and pushes his dick into you.

"Aaron." You whimper, tucking your chin down. "Feels so good."

He nods in agreement. "Mm-hmm." He agrees, stilling inside you.

It feels wrong to have him inside you raw. It's probably the only thing about this whole thing that feels wrong, but knowing you're meant to be squeezing your husband's dick like this, and his wife is meant to have him inside her without a barrier, makes it immoral.

"Move, please." You request, leaning back to tap him to emphasize your ask.

Aaron does what you ask, also not in the mood to tease tonight. It's less common than him teasing you, and it's hard not to prefer it when he's thrusting in and out of you with speed and strength.

Your fits grip on his desk as he continues pounding into you, the obscene sound of your skin slapping against his filling the room.

He's in total control, like always. It's second nature to him and you don't mind one bit.

"Fuck." You curse when he adjusts his hips and hits inside you at the perfect angle. It's dizzying, and it makes everything inside you feel like it's on fire.

"Yeah? Am I giving you what you want?" He presses, a sucker for praise as well. Your answer comes out through broken moans. "Not thinking about anyone else?"

You shake your head quickly. "No. No one but you."

His grip on your hips is bruising, and you're thankful there's no one to notice them. "Good." He huffs, no doubt throwing his head back as he groans.

"I'm c-close." You moan, squeezing around him and grinding back against him as you chase your orgasm.

"I know." He assures you. "Come around me, doll." His fingers move to your clit to get you closer even quicker, and it doesn't take more than a few more strokes for you to be screaming out his name as you reach your high.

Aaron's quickly after you, pumping his cum deep inside you and making you moan. He falls forward, kissing your bare shoulder sweetly. A mistake? Yes. Do you like it? Yes.

He pulls out after a moment, making you wince at the overstimulation. "I know, I'm sorry."

You shake your head, assuring him it's okay and standing up as he moves from behind you. You're always quick to redress, even though it's so late that it's closer to people arriving in the morning than when people left at night.

"Sorry about your desk." You remark, looking at the paperwork everywhere.

He's working on the buckle of his belt as he looks up at you. "It's okay."

"So what excuse are you giving your wife for not being home?" You ask, probably pushing the boundaries but why not?

"What's hers?" He asks rhetorically, dancing around a vital piece of information. You raise your eyebrows, waiting for an explanation. "She left."

"With Jack?" You interrogate. It's not meant to sound so captious, but it comes off that way. You're not one for chatting after having sex with him, but you have to this time.

His jaw clenches, and his nostrils flare. He hates discussing Jack with you. In fact, you're the only person on the team he refuses to speak about his son with.

"Yes." He answers.

"I'm so-"

He cuts you off. "Don't." He says firmly, back in a Unit Chief tone. "It's not your business."

You chuckle lightly, feeling really stupid because the one time you offer a discussion about feelings, everything goes terribly. He says it unconsciously himself every time he calls you doll, that you’re only a toy to use and someone to talk to on his terms.

Alright." You grab the coat that you left on the chair. "Goodnight, Hotch."

[fyodior]

FLORA please . . . thinking abt dazai n fedya locked up together makes mi think of a threesome w them 🤭 how rough do u think they would be :O r they fighting over who gets to fuck ur pretty cunny ! ! giv mi all da deets teheheh :3

coco!! hmmmm ok i've been thinking a lot abt this hehehe sorry for how long it got 🤭

okey this could go so many different ways i could write an actual dissertation but. im going to come at this as if u are fyodor's lover hehehe

so. fedya is typically very gentle and sweet with his lover, esp in bed (unless you ask for otherwise) but... he hates dazai, and would rather die than let him have anything of his, especially u. so if u somehow stumbled into a threesome with them, it would be a lot djfjsjdj the way i see it happening is dazai purposely pushing all of fyodor's buttons abt how beautiful and sexy you are and how bad he wants you, probably taunts fyodor and says that he doesn't satisfy you ,,, and usually fedya can ignore dazai easily but when it comes to u and saying some shit like that he absolutely loses his SHIT and is like you're gonna watch and see how good i fuck her, how she falls apart over my cock

and he's very right!!! u do you def do. plus you've always thought dazai was kinda sexy so u agree to go along with their stupid game

so it starts out as just u and fedya while dazai watches, likely starting out w just missionary/ nearly mating press. he immediately jumps to what he knows makes you whine and moan the most, like fucking u right at the angle he knows feels the best, not too slow but not too fast, hips meeting flush with yours as he massages your clit and presses sweet kisses all over your face and lips. bc to him, this isn't just abt showing dazai how good the sex is, anyone can make sex feel good, he wants to rub it in his face too how much u just fucking love him and want him to be inside u not just cuz of how heavenly it feels, but bc u need to be that close to him. dazai fists his angry red cock, massaging himself to the sounds of your whimpers and cries and just how hot u look getting fucked.

when fyodor spills his cum inside you is when he decides its ok for dazai to take u next, smirking bc now he has to deal with the fact that he'll be fucking fyodor's cum right into you. u cant lie tho, dazai is really fucking talented. he's taking you from the back, ass high in the air as he shoves his desperate, needy, neglected cock so deep inside you it kisses your cervix and makes ur eyes roll back in your head. dazai is kinda losing it himself, absolutely mesmerized by the way ur cunt stretches and pulls with each thrust of his cock, the cream that's dripping down ur thighs and gathering onto his length. fyodor's the one watching now, irked that dazai's making you moan but is confident enough to know he could never be as good. he can't stay away for too long tho, sidles up next to u as dazai continues to fuck u as he sticks his hand in between ur thighs to rub your clit and suck on your nipples, and to say you were overstimulated was an understatement. your senses were so overloaded and on fire as they both had their way with you, but goddamn did it feel fucking amazing. it was the best orgasm you had had in a long time.

one of the hard and fast rules fyodor set was that dazai was by NO means allowed to cum inside u, and if he did it would result in very unsightly consequences. dazai doesn't rly listen to rules but he knew fyodor did not fuck around when it came to u. so he settles for flipping you over so he can cum all over ur tummy, using his fingertips to spread the seed all over you and squeeze your breasts. fyodor slaps his hands away. ur incredibly out of breath and fucked out at this point, a tiny bit of drool pooling at the edge of your mouth as you tried to catch ur breath, but things weren't over yet.

dazai wanted to know what ur mouth felt like, and weirdly, fyodor was ok with that. let him experience how good you suck dick and have to live knowing that fyodor is the only one who'll ever get to experience that. sat on fyodor's lap with your back to his chest now, his cock buried deep inside you as a reminder of who u rly belong to, dazai is sat on his knees next to you so you can suck him off. now he's the one whimpering and moaning as you take him into your mouth and skillfully use your lips and tongue to give him the best head of his life, and fyodor only smirks as he watches and feels u very slowly rising and falling on his own cock, subconsciously chasing the familiar feeling. and with a good massage of dazai's balls, he's cumming down your throat with a hearty groan -- he almost immediately gets hard again when he watches u swallow every single drop easily, licking ur lips afterwards with a smile.

in the end, fedya is right. dazai would forever be jealous that fyodor is the only one who ever got to have you. and that's how i think a threesome would go :)

[gemini-sensei]

Miguel x reader x Eli HCS of them during the tournament, when they win, celebratory sex after Reader cleans up their cuts and shit, and during the tournament how reader would be getting worked up watching them kick ass, then they both notice so during intermissions they tease her and shit.

Miguel Diaz x Chubby!Reader x Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz NSFW Headcanons

Fem!Reader 😈 half edited

😈Should anyone come in there looking for the champions, they simply shouldn't. They'll be too preoccupied with celebrating their big win with their pretty girlfriend; neck kisses, hickeys, deep groans and sweet sighs, filthy words shared and big hands full of soft fat. They won't care to pay attention to anything anyone else has to say except for Reader.

😈They saw the way she watched them from her seat. All throughout the tournament, she was cheering the loudest for them. Her champions are her only reason for showing up. She was their cute little cheerleader the whole time, but when she wasn't jumping up and screaming encouragements their way, they saw what was happening.

😈They saw how she wiggled in her seat and squeezed her legs together. They saw the way she chewed on her lip and it wasn't in a nervous way. They saw her disinterest in matches when they weren't he ones competing, taking note that her eyes were always on one or both of them at all times. When Hawk was on the sidelines and Miguel was on the mat, he caught her licking her lips and trying to rub her thighs together.

😈Their win was amazing and they almost weren't ready to catch her when she came running to them. She threw herself at them, slinging her arms around their necks and congratulating them on the win. She hugged them close and kissed their cheeks. She couldn't pull away from Hawk because when she tried to, he just pulled her close and held her as he soaked up all the praise and applause. Then he kissed her deeply and they made out on the mat with all the excitement.

😈When they got home, she cleaned up their cuts and rubbed lotion on their bruises. She pressed sweet kisses to their scraped up knuckles and made sure they drank plenty of water. They loved her little nurse act, taking care of them after a tournament, telling them how they they worked so hard and deserved the win. When she asked if they needed anything else, Miguel pulled her down onto his lap and whispered in her ear, "Just you."

😈"Well... you guys won a big shiny trophy, but I did want to give you my own reward..."

😈Thus leading them to now, as she sits on her knees between them, their hot mouths all over her. Miguel kisses her neck as he holds her hips, keeping her in place as he fucks her drenched pussy. Hawk is in front of her, sucking fat hickeys onto and fondling her pillowy tits.

😈He works his way down, leaving hickeys on her tummy and hips, then he lays under her and flicks her clit with his tongue. Miguel's balls hit him in the face, be it his tongue or chin or cheek, and he doesn't care. It makes Miguel moan louder when his sensitive, full balls meets Hawk's face instead of Reader's swollen clit.

😈Once Miguel comes, Hawk is sucking on his balls at the same time and making Miguel groan loudly. When he pulls out, Hawk licks up whatever leaks out of Reader's twitchy, sensitive hole, and then kts his turn.

😈He sits back and pulls her onto his lap, even though she may not be able to bounce on his cock just yet. But that okay, he impales her on it and let's her cockwarm him until she's regained uer energy after a mind blowing orgasm thanks to Miguel. In the meantime, they're taking turns making out with her and each other.

😈Miguel massaged her hips too and when she's ready to start ridinf Hawk, he helps her keep steady. He's such a good boyfriend like that. It's also just super hot to him to give a helping hand - meaning he'll also give Hawk some help by fondling his balls too.

😈Listening to her praise them in her moans. Telling them they did such a great job and how it was so hot watching them at the tournament. It gives them ego boosts and they just keep telling her to keep going. They love it.

😈Hawk holds her close as he comes, groaning lowly. Miguel just kind of sits back and watches as she gets so filled that their cum leaks out around Hawk's base. He low key loves that sight, but doesn't say anything about, but Hawk and Reader know he loves it.

😈Big warm cuddle pile afterwards with her in the middle. Hot and heavy but lazy make outs until they fall asleep. Best victory sex ever.

[christopher-bangnaldoskzz]

STRAYKIDS REACTS - Hyung Line

Pairing: OT8

Genre: 🌶️

Summary: When he get jealous over another man flirting with you 

Warnings: No warning...... okay maybe just a little anger lol.

Chan 

You and Chan would be at the supermarket shopping for your weekly groceries.

You are walking down the snack aisle when a man approaches you. 

“Could you point me in the direction of the milk?" he smiles as you turn to him.

“Oh, sorry….I think it’s just down the back there,” you say, pointing towards the fridge section. 

“Has anyone told you how beautiful you are?” he says, looking directly into your brown eyes. 

Chan never strayed far from you, so his ears turn red when he hears the man flirting with you. 

You are standing there in shock when the man asks, “are you interested in maybe coming on a date with me?" 

Before you could even answer the man, you hear. 

“Sorry mate… but she’s taken.” 

Chan would wrap his arm around you with his hand resting on your hip. 

Chan stared at the man until he walked away.

“It’s okay, Channie. I can turn him away myself,” you say, spinning around now facing him. 

“Sorry, I just got a tad jealous." He smiles as his hands sit on your lower back. 

He would smile at you before he placed his forehead against yours. 

“I love you,” he says before kissing you softly. 

“I don’t want you to ever forget it”, he would say, pulling away. 

Minho

You were clubbing with Minho and your friends. 

You are dancing, and Minho heads off to get you another drink. 

Suddenly you feel a hand slide up your thigh. 

You turn around quickly. “WHAT THE FUCK?" 

You turn around and slap him in the face.

Minho hears a commotion behind him and turns around to see a man with his hands on your waist. 

Minho filters through the crowd. 

"Oii...get your hands off my girlfriend”, he shouted through the crowd. 

He pushes the guy off you and says, "she's taken, you dick” he turns to you and cups your face. 

"You all right?" he asked before turning around and walking back towards him. 

The guy ran off into the crowd.

You pull Minho back and place your hands on his chest. 

“Don’t worry about him…focus on us.” 

You kiss his lips as his hand squeezes your ass. 

“You are so hot when you are jealous.”

He laughed as he leans in to kiss you again. 

Changbin

Changbin wanted to take you out on a coffee date before he headed to work. 

“Okay, take my card and order whatever you like”, he grins at you before you get up and head over to the counter. 

You order Changbin an Amaricno and yourself a Carmel late. 

The young gentleman smiled and proceeded to ask for your name. 

Assuming it had to do with the order. 

“That’s a very beautiful name," you heard him say. You thanked him as you walked back to the table 

“Who’s that?” He scoffed.

“I don’t know, just some kid”, you replied

“Well, that kid is flirting with you.” 

“No, he’s not”, you laugh as the girl behind the counter comes over with both your coffees. 

You glance down at the cup and notice a phone number on it.

You laugh as Changbin notices, and you can see steam coming out of his ears. 

"HEY KID!...Yeah, you...I'm her boyfriend,” he says, waving at the guy behind the counter. 

“GET YOUR OWN...IT TOOK ME FOREVER TO FIND HER” 

Hyunjin

Hyunjin had a big event going on and took you to the shops to pick out a new dress.

You walked around before finally deciding to go into a shop.

He looked around for a while before a shop assistant approached.

"Excuse me, can I help you?" he would ask, interrupting.

Hyunjin became stiff and quiet as the man took you through the shop.

“How about this?" he asked, holding up a stylish dress.

“Oh I love it, what do you think Jin?"

Hyunjin just walks away.

You chance after him “jin….. what’s the matter?”

He turns around and says “he’s only helping you because he wants to fuck you”

“Baby I don’t think that is true” you said laughing. “I think he is doing his job”

He grunts and walks off “I want to go somewhere else"

You go back into the shop and thank the man for his assistance and walk back to Hyunjin. 

He walks in silence as you both walk through the shopping centre.

He grabs your hand and apologises, "I just lost my cool back there”

A/N: thank you all for read, any like and reblog is appreciated.

Taglist: @daceydeath @9900z @i-say-choco-you-say-ice-cream @armystay89

[purpleberiii]

"Payback"

☆Prompt: Nightingale and you are married. You are the head of the Arrest department and obsessed with money. You'd literally to anything/anyone for money even cheating on your wife.

☆Warnings: G!P Reader, G!P chief, Reader being a bit of a jerk (I love you pookies😭), Slight Angst? Nightingale having sex with chief, slightly dom! Nightingale.

Money is everything in your eyes. Money controlled your mind. You did love your wife but you also loved Money and that was a problem. It wasn't a problem at first but after two years of being married to the Adjutant of MBCC, she found that your behaviour had changed recently, she even discussed this with the chief, asking her to keep a close eye on you.

Well Chief did exactly that when she found you going into Chelsea's cell one night and blocking out the Camera. Immediately, Chief ordered Hecate to send Nightmare to sneak and take a peek and the thing that poor nightmare saw gave it a nightmare.

Through Nightmare, Hecate saw what you did and she reported it to chief, leaving her enraged. Once you were done with Chelsea, you came out with a stack of cash, smiling... but deep down you felt a whole ass guilty. Nightingale has been nothing but a sweet wife to you and despite her having such tiring duties, you were her top priority.

The hookup with Chelsea was out of pure greed and you felt as if you just tarnished your love for nightingale, swearing to never do it again. Chief had already told Nightingale what happened and she was left astonished that you would even go as far as that. Nightingale took a whole two days, spending it in chief's office, breaking down and getting angry, but these two days made her come up with the perfect plan. One that would surely leave you agitated.

The recent events of MBCC left the arrest department on a hectic schedule and you were busy filling reports after reports. Nightingale came in your office with a gentle but fake smile, a smile that you had grown to love however, you couldn't bring yourself to look at her. "You've been working hard these last few days my dear," she trailed off, rubbing your tense shoulders. You relaxed under her touch, sighing in bliss.

"Hmmm... I know love. With the recent events, we're quite busy."

"You need a break. Do you want a break? I've already asked Chief to extend the deadlines for the report and she said its okay. Now let's go home, I've got a surprise for you," her hot breath tickled your ear as she pulled away and began walking towards the door, her hips swaying from side of side. You gritted your teeth, feeling aroused.

Nightingale and you both reached home in less than a few minutes and she led you to the bedroom. A chair was placed infront of the bed and she ordered you to sit down. You confusingly did so, and suddenly felt your hands being tied behind the chair. "W-what's going on?!"

Chief walked out from behind you, a subtle smirk on her face. "I know what you did Y/n. Cheating on me just for money. How low can you stoop for money huh?" Your eyes widened, how did she know? Then you looked at Chief, a hint of aggression in her eyes.

"But let's see how you'll feel after watching me take your wife." Chief immediately began undressing Nightingale, revealing a very sexy lacy lingerie; your favourite one. Your mouth was left opened when you saw Nightingale clashing tongues with the Chief.

They took it to the bed and Nightingale unbuckled Chief's belt and took off her pants, leaving her with a boner for YOUR wife. "W-what do you think you're doing?! Sto-did I stop you when you were fucking that sinner?"

You gulped. She didn't know. How could she have stopped you? Nightingale wrapped her hand around chief's shaft and began stroking it tenderly while looking up at chief with a smile. Pre-cum dribbled down the tip of her shaft and Nightingale licked a broad stripe, tracing the vein.

Was this revenge? If it was, it was hot. Despite it being wrong, you felt extremely hard, your dick straining against your garments. Chief turned nightingale around so she could face you as she took your wife from behind. Pushing in gentle, handling her gently, something you never did during sex. Nightingale seemed to like the gentleness shown by the Chief and you began thinking that maybe she's better off without you.

As chief was fully inside her, she began thrusting, pulling out a string of moans from her. You could see a bulge forming in Nightingale's stomach. Was the chief that deep? You thrashed around in the chair, wanting to get out the restraints and either take her from front or kill the chief but you couldn't do neither as you were tied tightly down.

"F-fuck chief... you're fucking me so good~ keep going just like that~"

Those heavenly moans that spilled from her mouth was once only heard by you, but now your stupid obsession caused this. "Your tight... has your wife not been fucking you good?" Chief asked in a mocking tone as Nightingale squealed when chief picked up her pace.

You felt more heartbreak than aroused at this point, the way Nightingale looked at you, you could clearly see that she didn't want to do this but she felt good so it didn't matter. She wanted you to feel how it felt knowing that somebody else is fucking your wife.

"I-I'm cumming! Fuck Chief keep going!" With a few more thrusts, Nightingale came undone, squirting on the bed as Chief came inside of her.

"Did... did you just come in her?..." you asked, your voice cracked. Nightingale felt her heart pinged at the voice crack but she shook it off. You caused this upon yourself.

They went a few more rounds, switching positions, saying all sorts of things that both aroused and hurt you. You felt like your dick would explode as well as your heart. Once they were done, Nightingale was fucked out on the bed, her cum mixed with Chief's leaking out of both holes. She never did anal with you, but she did it with chief. She was fast asleep, and Chief kissed her head before putting a blanket over her.

Chief put on her clothes and untied you, nor afraid if you'd kill her but she knew you wouldn't as you were too in shock. "Come with me." Her orders were firm and she led you to a building, heading to the rooftop where it was peaceful and quiet.

"Firstly, I apologise for doing that but it was Nightingale's plan." You sat on the edge, your face buried in your knees as you stared off into the distance. Your dick was still hard but you were too heartbroken to even care.

"I deserved it. I made a stupid mistake by agreeing to Chelsea's wish."

"I will have a talk with her. Money isn't everything y/n. Sure you may all the best things in the world but you wouldn't find someone who would love you like Nightingale would."

You stayed quiet, listening to her talk. "Before the two of you got married, she kept blabbing to me about how she couldn't wait to marry you. It was a different side I saw that day, a side only you could bring out," she chuckled remembering the day she kept telling her about her future plans with you.

"I know you're hardly ever gentle with her. You're a workaholic and I get that you love money but something as a simple as paper could destroy your life. You're on the verge of losing the love of your life y/n and I never expected this from considering I'm closer to you than anyone."

"...I messed up really bad..." finally the tears came out. "I thought I would've died of heartfailure in there. Is that how Nightingale felt?"

"Imagine if she had witnessed it first hand."

"I don't want too. Will she forgive me, chief?"

"... only if you prove yourself worthy of being forgiven. You need to work for it. If you need any help, come to me. Again, I'm sorry for doing that." Chief gave you a pat on the back before leaving. You needed to earn her forgiveness, you had too.

And from now on, no more greed for money, no more rough behaviour for your wife. She is the love of your life and you intended to show it.

A/n:

Part 2?

[v3nusxsky]

Hey :) I really like your work and was wondering if it's possible for you to write a fic with Lady Lesso and an adult female reader like the reader would be more than 25... They would be a couple or even married and there is a party and the reader gets drunk and Lesso wants to take care of her and take her home but reader says that she is taken and cannot go with her cause her partner is the love of her life and she would kill both of them. And the next day Lesso says to the reader that she's proud of her for being faithful even if under alcohol and she has an award for the reader for that 😏 thank you 💋

Faithful18+

*Authors note~ I love this idea and it shows a clear message. Alcohol isn't a reason for cheating*

Trigger warnings~ mommy kink mentions of cheating drunk r oral magical strap

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^^

Since the merger of the schools professor nights were a monthly thing. And being the wife of the Dean for Evil meant the word "no" wasn't something anyone was brave enough to tell you. So it wasn't surprising when you were two sheets to the wind tonight. Really, you had the toughest week and wanted to let lose, Leonora kept an eye on you from the sidelines. People were still something she tried to avoid but watching you have fun was worth it.

You were swaying drunkenly to the song "Heaven and back" by Chase Atlantic which just so happened to be one of your favourites. The alcohol clearly affecting you but the way you were dancing and stumbling about. Soon as the song ended Leonora was up and behind you, hands on your hips as your back hit her front, "leeriooooo" you slurred happily. "Hi sweetheart, shall we go now?" She murmured to you kissing your neck slightly before you nodded and stumbled to the door with Leonora hot on your heals.

You somehow managed to stumble your way back to the shared chambers of you and your wife. Just as you got through the door way your heal snapped causing you to collapse on the floor giggling at yourself for falling. Leonora came to help you up and undress only for you to slap her hands and get all teary, "no no no don't touch not yours. Wife kick ya ass" you slurred trying to get away from her. "Shh shhh sweetheart it's me it's Leo it's okay. I'm just gonna take your dress off and your make up and get you to bed okay?" She murmured as your hands came to feel around her face. Clearly that was enough to satisfy your need to know it was truly her as you allowed her to help you into bed. Where you both fell asleep.

The sun peaked through the curtains which stirred your wife. You'd be sober now, she knew that and the memories of how you pushed her away last night in order to stay faithful so of course you deserved a special treat. Slipping between the sheets Leonora settled between your thighs. Kisses placed all over the pale inners of your thigh before her kisses moved up to your clothed core. A sweet kiss placed to your bundle of nerves before she removed your underwear with ease. All you did was murmur sleepily so Leonora knew she was safe to continue as she slowly began to lap at your folds.

You were mumbling and moaning in your sleep as you slowly came back round from sleep. "Leo?" You sleepily hummed before a moan tumbled from your lips at the feeling of her sucking on your clit. "Mommy oh god!" You mewled before she pulled away from your core.

"Good morning my love" she murmured as your slick glistened on her chin thanks to the sunlight peaking into the room. "Mmm mommy what?" You mumbled before pulling her down to kiss you. Only when air became a necessary thing did you both pull away, "thought my faithful girl deserved a reward." She murmured before using her magic to create a magical strap that now stood to attention."oh mommy fuck me" you whimpered watching as she stroked herself while moaning at the feel. "Magical strap so mommy can feel how your pretty pussy will squeeze mommy big cock."

"Mommy, can I" you mewled eyeing up the strap, "go ahead love"she murmured shifting so you could get on your knees to wrap your lips around her cock. "Oh fuck my sweetheart, so good, so good for mommy" she whimpered as you began to suck her off, swirling your tongue around the tip. "Mommys gonna cum sweet girl, swallow it all darling" she demanded as you gagged around her pulsating shaft. Her white hot cum shooting down your throat. And like the good girl you were for your mommy you didn't waste a drop.

You released her with a leeward plop sound, pupils blown wide with desire. "Mommy?" You whimpered hoping she'd take pity on you. After all this was supposed to be a reward for being such a faithful girl. "Want mommy to slip inside you?" She teased as she pushed you to lay flat on your back teasing the tip of her dick against your drenched cunt.

A strangled whine of pleasure left your throat as she pushed into your tight hole, "mommy fuck big too bigs" you whimpered feeling the sting of pain. "Good girl, you're so good for mommy, such a pretty faithful princess for your mommy" she praised you, "taking me so well love." Only when you were bucking your hips to hers so you could get more did she pull out to bottom you out effortlessly, the slick making it easy for her to slip in and out.

"Oh fuck please please please" you whined as you climbed your way to pleasure. "You feel so good princess, squeezing me so well" she murmured as her thrusts began to speed up. "Fuck fuck so big mommy can feel it in my cervix fuck can feel you throbbing" you mewled happily, " gonna cum mommy can  " you whimpered as she gave you the permission to cum on her cock. Leonora following suit as she came inside of you. "That's my present for my faithful girl, I love you sweetheart so so much" she panted as she slowed her thrusts helping you feel every little aftershock of your release. "What do we say princess?"

You managed to gasp, "thank you mommy" before she slipped from your core watching her cum mixed with yours as it spilled out of your twitching hole. With her magic she cleaned you up before coming to hold you to her chest, "rest" was all she offered as her hands threaded through your hair.

Word count~ 1141

[thecameronchronicles]

Just Another Reason

TW: Smut. Language. Breeding Kink. Rough/Dom! JJ.

SUMMARY: JJ’s jealousy brings you both in verbal rivalry once again, only this time, with a specific confession changing everything…

WORD COUNT: 1800

REQUESTED

Anonymous asked:

Can you write on where JJ and reader are bestfriends and JJ thinks reader is in love with Rafe and they have an argument where reader tells JJ shes in love with him. They fuck and JJ has a possessive and breeding kink to show her who she belongs to?

Just Another Reason 

It began as a joke. The accusations that your heart and focus was on that of Rafe Cameron. Of course, you didn't help the theories made by your best friend JJ, as you loved to rile him up. The way he became flustered and passionate, insulting Rafe and even your own 'stupidity' had quickly crossed a line it never had before. Such a line that the other pogues had vanished from sight in knowing better than to try and stop either one of you as it would only bring the anger towards them. For that, the living room of The Chateau became the sight of a verbal boxing ring of sorts as you sparred with pained words keeping veiled feelings in check by such cruelty. 

"You really think I would love Rafe?! He's hot but-" 

"Oh really?!" 

"Yeah, I have eyes, JJ...but you can be hot and an idiot. Like I would ever let him touch me-" 

"He sure thinks he can with the way you do everything but open your legs for him-" 

"Because I like to make him think he could. My own kind of high to know he wants me but will never have me..." 

"And why not entertain the idea then? If you like that high so much-" 

"Because I have feelings for someone else! Ones that I honest to God can't fathom why I do because he drives me up the goddamn wall!" 

"Is it Topper? Kelce?" His anger now subsided into nervousness, "Oh God, is it John B?" 

"It's you! I would never entertain the idea of Rafe or anyone else because I'm in love with YOU JJ! Stupidly-" He didn't allow you a second to retract those words or ruin the moment before your lips were taken against his. Breathless from the surprise, your skin was set on fire from his touch alone as he guided you close to him while also leading you to the direction of the closest wall. 

"You love me?" His words were almost pained, if not inflamed with humor or even patronization, "Then you're gonna show me..." You were dragged out of view of any curious pogues and into the bedroom, with the door slammed by his hand. 

"You're gonna prove to me I'm all you want...And you're gonna start by letting me see what's mine..what you've been teasing me with in all those paper thin bikinis-" He bit his bottom lip as you began to obey before only snapping the elastic fabric of your suit instead. 

"I don't know, JJ...Now that I've thought about it.. Rafe might-" 

"You say his name again and you won't get to come-" He explained while taking hold of your jaw, his second hand rocketing into your bikini bottoms and jean shorts. 

“I am going to make it crystal clear if I have to just who it is who belongs to you-”

“Ahh….”

“WHO gets to hear THOSE dirty little moans…” He quickened still. 

“And who gets to be so deep inside of you that the only thing you’ll ever fucking know is how it feels when I make you come…” He turned you away from him, hands greedily in descent over your breasts and back to your sex, only brushing it into a tease as he surprised you with a toss to the bed, but a lift of your hips making it accessible for him to focus on your ass. His palm came over the natural curve, your soft skin exposed by the grip of his fingers pulling your bottoms down, but only to your knees, before a hard slap made you wince. 

“Nobody will even have to ask who gets to fuck you because they’ll see it for themselves. MY handprints on this perfect little ass. MY cum dripping out this pussy,” He explained, fingers in depth within your sex, circling and sourcing for where you were most affected, “And MY name from your lips.”

“Yours.” You breathed, wanting to give him anything and everything as long as it meant his remaining touch. It was addictive as it was contradictory in care and cruelty. He was aggressively needy in the perfect way to make you feel wanted in a way you weren’t aware you even needed until now.

“You sure?”

“Yes…JJ…I’ve always been…” He slapped your ass again. 

“Then you’ve been wearing all those little bikinis for me? Been bending over so I can envision THIS?” He asked with yet another smack. “You at this angle just for me?”

“Yes…”

“But you realize that I’m not the only one who is able to see you when you act that way, right?”

“JJ-”

“SO…” He rounded a kind rub of his palm to your battered skin before offering one more slap on either side. 

“I have to keep this ass red so everyone knows when you bend over like that and wear suits like this that I am the only one who gets to make good on that perfect angle…” A grip to your hair brought you up against his chest, your eyes made to lock to his in a way that made you dizzy for a multitude of reasons. 

“Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

“Yes…”

“Yeah?” You nodded to his need for validation while his thumb came to a brush at your bottom lip. 

“All of you?”

“All of me, J-” He carried his touch to your breast, untying the top that teased him as he spoke of it, before leaving you completely bare for him. 

“Perfect…” He breathed, momentarily lost from his domination as he basked in how soft and warm you were within his hand. He’d imagined it just as often as you had and without the need to rush, he fondled and twisted the new skin that was, per your submission, his new possession. 

“JJ…” You whimpered as he began to tease your nipples, the sensations making you arch against him, as he was quick to correct this need to be away from him.

“I don’t think so, sweetheart..” His hand  was back between your legs as the other was firmly wrapped around your neck once again. “I get to feel every little shift your body makes…every breath-”

“JJ!”

“Every desperate little squirm…” He scoffed into your ear. “I get to make you come…”

“Yes! Please, JJ! Make me come!” You were forced with your cheek at a rest to the sheets beneath you. 

“Then you’ve gotta take my cock, princess…YOUR cock…”

“YES! PLEASE!” You begged as he tugged at your hair, keeping you from suffocating beneath him, while you would be able to feel him inside of you. The thrusts were manic and sporadic, a broken pace leaving your breathing equally as erratic, before you would feel him purposely slow and still, all to feel you clench around him. 

He was edging you.

“JJ!”

“You desperate for it, princess? Want me to make you come?”

“YES!”

“Desperate enough to let me come inside you? Give you my baby and make sure everybody from Figure Eight to The Cut knows who got you nice and knocked up?” The idea made your stomach twist into anxious excitement-the exact kind that would be expected at the crest of a rollercoaster. The fear of what was to come, but the thrill of the ride it would be. 

“Yeah?” He brought you back to his chest, turning your jaw to where you could face him and make out the high spread across his expression.

“Yeah?! Then beg me to do it…tell me what you want from me and you’ll be sure to get it, sweetheart.”

“Fuck me, JJ!”

“Already doing THAT princess, gotta tell me what you want next…” He chuckled between his own words as you struggled to formulate anything but moans as they came from each thrust continuing inside of you in companion to the flicks made of his finger across your clit. 

“I want you to come inside me…I want you to have your baby, JJ! Give me your cum so I can be pregnant for you!”

“You want it real bad don’t you, I can feel you clenching me so tight-”

“YES! PLEASE!”

“Beg one more time…just so I really know you want it. Want me-” Your fingers wrapped around the back of his hips, digging your nails into the naked skin beneath, before you obliged. 

“Please, JJ! Give it to me!” Although it may not have been the description he wanted, he would act in compromise before turning you to face him, knees pressed to your chest. 

“Then you’re gonna watch me do it baby, watch me fill you up so deep with my cum that you’ll be pregnant in no time.” You nodded, his hand to the back of your neck as he forced your forehead against his. 

“Fuck!” You belted beneath him, his depth, his heavy breathing, his touch-everything worked in perfect unison to pull you to that edge. 

“Come with me-” He grunted behind clenched teeth, fingers tightening at the back of your neck. 

“I'm close, JJ!”

“Oh, I know…why do you think I am?” He scoffed before leading you over that precipice and spilling over him, his own release quick to follow. And yet, he continued. 

“JJ-”

“Every last drop, princess…gotta make you a mommy so everyone knows you’re taken care of…By…ME…” He pulled your ass higher, forcing himself even deeper, as your mouth pulled slack from the sensations of pleasure behind overstimulation. 

“I need to make you come again…I need to hear it again…” He was suddenly absent from you, his fingers acting as a quick replacement before his tongue was at your clit. 

“I wanna wear you, princess…so come nice and hard on my face so everyone knows who I belong to…” Your eyes rolled as he worked you into perfect harmony, your body in contractions to the excess of pleasure as a familiar rush of ecstasy came to you in waves, his fingers only stopping when your back arched and you pleaded with him in pain. 

But his fingers would now come to your parted lips. “Suck ‘em, clean baby…I like to share.” He smirked, doing the same to your sex, pulling the mutual slick to his fingers and feeding it to you once again. 

“Just another reason to fucking love you.”

“Just another reason to love fucking you.” You added as his brow cocked. 

“I love you, princess.” He spoke in the break of yet another kiss. 

“I love you too, JJ…”

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Blueprints of Love 1.8

(Joel Miller x f!reader)

Summary: Whitney is an architect for a luxury home builder in downtown Austin. She probably shouldn’t have favourite subcontractors, but Tommy from Millers Contracting would be at the top. When Tommy takes some time off to welcome a new baby, Whit has to work with his older brother Joel, but maybe it’s not as bad as it seems?

a/n: slooooooow burn. Check each chapter for warnings. No outbreak. Joel is 32 and Sarah is 7. Present day, not 2003.

Pink italic is Whitney’s thoughts

Blue italic is Joel’s thoughts

CW: ⛔️ 18+ only ⛔️ pet names, kissing, oral, fingering, drinking, talks of break ups

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This was everything Whitney had needed; Joel letting his guard down enough to show her that he is a safe space again. However, she never could have expected that he’d fully unveil himself, or that she’d now be completely clothed and wrapped around him under the warm rainfall of her shower.

Yet here they are, lips and bodies fused together. If anyone could see them, they wouldn’t know where one started and the other ended. They were connected in every way as they kissed and hugged, never breaking contact. That deep need for Joel in Whitney’s belly has gone from a slight twinge to a clawing and biting monster. Meanwhile, Joel’s fear of being rejected again has eased. His brain finally won the argument with his heart to let her in. Neither of them were sure if they’d ever get enough of the other.

The steam of the hot water creeps around them, encapsulating them in warmth. Similar to the way hot chocolate feels after being out in the snow. Warm. Comforting. Joel is just in his boxers, her button down men’s style shirtdress is hiked up around her hips, legs wrapped tightly around his waist. One of his hands is cupping the globe of her ass, the other gently cradling the back of her head.

Their kiss started off hard, both of them practically starved for the other, but they quickly dissolved into the kiss and each other.

Whitney is acutely aware of the thin piece of baby pink lace that’s separating her from Joel. She’s aching for him, and when he gently tugs her hair to expose the soft skin of her neck for his lips, her hips instinctively grind into him. The little bit of friction feels like she’s being plugged into an electrical socket, pulling a desperate little whimper from her lips.

Oh my god. I missed hearing her make that sound.

“Fuck,” Joel growls, saying each word between a kiss along her neck, “I love that sound, gorgeous girl.”

Whitney lets out a little gasp as she grinds again. As much as she wants to find a rhythm that works for her, she’s desperate for Joel to take her to her bed.

As if he can read her mind, he reaches forward, turns off the water and carries her out to sit on the counter, his lips never leaving her skin. He temporarily pulls away to grab a towel from behind him and after wrapping it around her he dives back into her lips, resting his hands on the counter behind her.

I have to calm down. She’s been through a lot today.

Even though it’s only been a few seconds, she misses his hands on her. She needs the comfort and distraction that comes with intimacy. She needs Joel to take her to her bed.

“Touch me.” She begs between kisses.

Joel loves three things, he’d consider them kinks. Praising a woman while talking dirty, dominating sexual situations, and his favorite one, begging. He can spend hours teasing and testing, only giving in when she’s almost crying for her release. While his cock hardens under his tight boxers to the sound of her pleas, his brain is more sensible. He pulls away just enough to take in her lust glazed eyes. Her lips are starting to get puffy and swollen from his kisses.

“Are you sure?” He asks while tucking a loose wet strand of hair behind her ear. “You’ve been through a lot today. I don’t want to take advantage of that.”

Whitney is floored by his thoughtfulness, slowly realizing that she’s only experienced terrible and selfish men in her life so far.

“I’m an adult, Miller.” She shrugs the towel off, spreads her legs further and starts to remove the belt that cinches the waist of her dress. “I need you to comfort and distract me.”

Joel straightens his spine, taking a small step back and crosses his arms. The cords of muscle that line his chest and arms pop. He raises an eyebrow at her and lowers the register of his voice as he says, “that’s not how this works baby girl.”

Between this new nickname she didn’t know she’d like so much and the sight of his strong arms across his broad chest, Whitney can’t stop herself from blushing.

Oh, she is going to be fun to tease.

“First of all,” he continues, taking her belt from her hands. “Starting right now, unless I give you permission, only I take off your clothes.”

His deep voice causes her clit to twitch. Goosebumps spread across her skin and her nipples peak in attention.

I should have know that this perpetually grumpy man would like to be in control.

As he steps towards her, her breathing becomes rapid and shallow, she grips the counter to stop her hands from shaking.

Shit. Why am I suddenly so nervous.

“Second of all,” he’s now just inches from her, either of them could lean forward and they’d be touching. “Say please.”

Her chest heaves through shallow breaths. “P-Please,” she stammers, airy and desperate. He’s so close she can almost feel him, the smell of cedar and leather engulfing her. “Please touch me.”

Joel grabs the towel from behind her and steps back. He revels in the little whine she lets out when he steps away.

Yep. She’s going to very fun to tease.

His next few moves are calculated, he knows exactly what he’s doing, and he’s going to make her beg. He holds the towel in one hand, blocking her from being able to see his now fully erect cock as he slides his wet boxers off.

He doesn’t take his eyes off Whitneys as he says, “I won’t be very accommodating if you don’t behave. So I need you to be a good girl and remember to say please. Can you do that, Whitney? Can you be a good girl?”

Whitney thighs slam together desperately trying to calm the throbbing between her legs. Her knuckles are turning white from how hard she’s gripping the counter. She nods eagerly as the redness across her cheeks deepens. Joel smirks, revealing that damn dimple that has Whitney feeling feral.

He’s not even touching me. Is it possible to cum without being touched?!

“Use your words.” He commands with darkening eyes.

Her eyes widen. Yep, she definitely should have known that this is how he’d be. “Y-yes, I’ll remember.” She practically panting.

When did that happen?

Joel wraps the towel low on his hips, Whitney’s eyes dart down his body but he’s covered before she can see anything. Not much is left to her imagination, she bites her bottom lip at the sight of him rock hard under the fluffy white towel.

He crowds into her space again, “dirty girl,” he taunts, using his thumb to release her bottom lip. “Eyes up here.”

The moment their eyes lock he kisses her hard. His tongue teases her bottom lip eliciting a loud moan from her as she shakes in anticipation.

Joel rests his forehead against hers, “I’ll distract you, Whitney. But I’m not going to fuck you tonight.”

Whitney presses her lips together to stop from pouting. Joel seems like the type of guy who will put a brat in her place and Whitney makes a mental note to test that theory another time.

“But, I will make you cum so hard, and so many times, that you will not be able to walk tomorrow.”

Holy fuck. I love hearing him talk like this.

Tingles erupt over her whole body as he continues, “Is that ok?”

She nods and gives a soft “mhmm”. She starts to shiver, partly due to her soaking wet dress but mostly in anticipation of what Joel might do next.

“No,” he wants to touch her so badly, but the way she’s now rubbing her thighs together for relief is like music to his ears. “I need words, gorgeous. Is that ok?”

“Sorry. Y-yes. Please.” This broad and muscular man, along with his filthy mouth, has her right on the edge before he’s even undressed her. “Touch me, J-Joel. Please, I need it.”

God, she’s even hotter when she begs.

Joel peels her hand from the death grip she has on the counter, gently taking it in his as she slides off the counter, following him through her attached closet and into her bedroom.

When they reach the side of the bed, he places a gentle kiss on her knuckles before dropping her hand and working the buttons on her dress. “You are so goddamn beautiful, Whitney. I have thought about having your naked body in my hands more than I care to admit.” Once he has the dress open he sees a baby pink lace bra and matching thong. He quietly groans ‘fuck me’ under his breath as the dress hits the floor with a small thud.

Joel sits in the edge of the bed, spreading his legs and pulling Whit in by her hips. “Take off your bra.”

Whitney would usually hesitate in a situation like this; he’s sitting at the perfect height to be right in line with her tits, but everything about being with Joel is so erotic. Before she even has time to register what she’s doing, her hands fly back to the clasp of her bra. He lets out a little laugh, loving how eager she is. As she slides her bra down her arms his fingertips press into her hips, sucking a breath through his teeth before licking his lips at the sight of her perky breasts and stiff pink nipples. He watches them rise and fall with her shaky breaths, almost like they’re asking for his mouth to be on them.

“Good girl,” he moans before lightly flicking one with his tongue. Her knees buckle as pleasure consumes her, resting her thighs on the bed and grabbing onto his shoulders to steady herself, whimpering in the way he loves.

Her moans only encourage him, sucking her right nipple into his mouth before kissing across to her other one. A light graze of his teeth along it sends a shockwave through her whole body, and when he wraps his lips around it her head falls back in ecstasy, moaning his name to the heavens.

Her skin is so perfectly soft. She smells like salted caramel and pistachio.

“I’m so intoxicated by you, pretty girl.”

Her breath is becoming more rapid the more attention he pays her.

“More?” He asks.

“Y-yes. Don’t stop.” She doesn’t recognize her own voice. She’s never been this needy.

He bites gently on her nipple and squeezes her ass cheek hard before saying “what do you say, baby girl?”

His words cause a new flood of arousal to soak her panties and the walls of her pussy clench around nothing. Her eyes shoot to his, “please, Joel. Please!”

He dives back in to kiss, suck and tease her nipples like it’s his final meal. Whitney has always loved her nipples being played with, she asked her ex husband to pay more attention to them, but he was always more concerned with his own pleasure. Not Joel though, Joel knows to take his time and if Joel promised to distract her, that’s exactly what he was going to do.

He stands up, sliding his hands up her body to cup her face, placing two feather light kisses on her lips before whispering, “lay down on your stomach.”

With shaky arms and legs she somehow manages to lay on her stomach and rest her cheek on her hands without doing a face plant.

This is man is torturing me in the most delicious way possible.

Joel pushes one of her knees up, ditching the towel and climbing between her legs. He places wet kisses down the column of her spine. Stopping right before he reaches her thong.

“You tell me if you want to stop. Ok?” His voice is still deep but it’s softer and less commanding.

A small “k” escapes her lips.

“I’m serious Whitney,” he kisses along the waist of her thong, fighting the urge to rip it off with his teeth, “you asked for comfort and a distraction. This is about you, not me. If you want me to stop just say so.”

Her heart swells, she loves how he can go from demanding to caring in a matter of seconds. He comes up to meet her eyes, the heat of his naked body encapsulating her has blood rushing to her center, momentarily taking her breath away.

“Yes,” she hums.

Joel doesn’t break eye contact, bringing one of his hands between her legs and cupping her soaked mound. His voice switches back to that commanding and gravelly tone that makes her the perfect mix of nervous and excited.

“Repeat it!”

Oh fuck, what is he doing to me!

She sucks in a breath as her whole body jolts from his ghost like contact, she tries to grind into his hand as she whimpers, “I’ll tell you to stop if I need it.”

He loves that the lightest of touches has her writhing against him. He could watch her arch her back as she tries to get the relief she so desperately craves for hours. He’s tempted to not give in, to watch her twitch and convulse until she’s tearing up in need, begging for him to take the pain away and let her finally orgasm.

Not tonight. Another time I’ll make her really beg for me.

“Sssshh,” Joel whispers into her ear, nibbling gently on the lobe. “So fucking needy. I’ll take care of you.”

Joel takes his time placing little kisses around her shoulders, back, ass and upper thighs. The kisses are randomly placed, sometimes two or four at a time, before he smacks her ass; always praising her after each one.

Right shoulder blade, right hip, left ass cheek. Gentle spank. ‘You’re amazing’

Middle of the back, left thigh. Gentle spank. ‘So fucking gorgeous’

The first few spanks are light, not leaving much of a sting until Whit lifts her hips off the bed and says, “harder. Please, Joel!”

She might be the perfect woman.

“Anything for you, beautiful.”

How are his words so sweet but his actions so sinfully.

Joel continues this chaotic pattern of a few kisses followed by a spank for a few more minutes, still cupping her clothed pussy again with his hand. He is everywhere all at once and she is buzzing all over. Whitney is almost convinced she could cum from the combination of the heat of his palm and his praise; even as he tattoos her ass with his handprint she has never felt safer or more cherished. And she has definitely never felt sexier.

Once he’s satisfied with the mark he’s left, he nudges at her side, encouraging her to roll over. She obliges without hesitation, at this point she’d overthrow a government or light a building on fire if he asked her to.

His warm brown eyes smile down at her while slipping her thong off, legs falling to spread on either side of him. Usually, Whitney would feel shy and exposed like this, but the guttural moan he lets out mixed with the look on his face boosts her ego. Joel takes her in, eyes washing over her like the summer sun, heating up every piece of her exposed skin. The wetness between her thighs grows the longer he looks at her.

“What?” She whispers as he lightly traces the outsides of her thighs.

“You’re just so fucking gorgeous, Whitney. I can’t believe I almost fucked this up.” He lowers his body, kissing down her sternum and stomach, he pauses to look at her, she squirms under the warmth of his breath hitting her clit. “Fuck - Look at you. She’s so wet for me.”

He uses one finger to collect her slick. Gently tracing up and down her folds, kissing her inner thighs. Whit begins to shutter underneath his touch, electricity feels like it’s coursing out towards her limbs. He adds another finger, stopping at the apex, adding more pressure to her clit making her moan loader. A familiar fire starts in her belly and she gets wetter under his touch.

Joel moves to tease her tight entrance. “You still ok?” He asks. She practically screams yes before he slowly slides two fingers all the way into her.

Whit feels short of breath, almost dizzy with how perfectly full of him she is. Then he curls his fingers forwards, pushing on a spongy bit that she didn’t know existed. “Oh f-fuck Joel!”

She tries to bring her legs together, but his broad shoulders are in the way, keeping her splayed open and at his mercy. In an attempt to ground herself, she fists the sheets.

“I’ve been dreaming of this pussy,” he says. “I want to feel you clench around me.”

He uses his other hand to gently spread her open, exposing her swollen clit. He places a flat and soft lick along it. Pleasure explodes throughout Whits whole body, the fire in her lower belly now almost ready to erupt, and she lets out a gasping scream.

“Again?” He asks.

“Mmm. Y-yes!”

Joel pulls his fingers out with a wet pop.

“Nooo!” She cries.

It feels as if the world has been ripped away from her and she sits up slightly to see him staring at her devilishly. “What do good girls say?”

She flops back down, “Please!!”

“Forget again and I’m going to mark up your other ass check. Understand?” He says and then blows cool air on her throbbing clit.

“Oh god. I’m s-sorry!” She says while pushing her hips towards his face, the fire in her belly turning to lava. “Please. Please!!”

“Please what?” He demands, using one arm to push her hips down, trapping her against the mattress.

“Please keep going.” She’s aware that she’s yelling and almost crying with need, but she doesn’t fucking care if the whole building hears her begging.

She’s so wet that she can hear Joel’s fingers crush back inside of her and squelch as they curl against her g-spot, still keeping her pinned with this other arm.

“That’s better, baby. Are you going to be good and cum for me?” His voice is deep and commanding, his fingers curling faster.

“P-please” she screams again, instinct takes over as she rolls her hips along to the rhythm of Joel’s fingers.

“Give it to me.” His tongue goes to work on her clit, fingers moving at a rapid pace. There is no pattern to what he’s doing with his tongue and she can feel her orgasm coming.

“Joel, oh my god” her hands move to his hair as the lava in her stomach starts to bubble, she can feel herself on the verge of eruption. “I’m - fuck - I’m gonna…”

In between licks her encourages her further. “You taste so fucking good, cum for me baby girl.”

That’s the push she needs as pleasure engulfs her entire body. Her vision begins to blur as she looks down at Joel; his signature smirk and dimple on full display as he watches her fall apart, coating his fingers and tongue with her orgasm. She can barely hear his words of praise as she screams his name through her ecstasy.

She’s not sure which is more relentless, Joel or her orgasm. He keeps his pace steady with her body’s course and slows down as she does. After what feels like hours she finally comes down from her high. He places light kisses on her clit to help her through the after shocks and then slides his fingers out and waits between her legs for her to catch her breath.

Holy shit. I’m in heaven.

Whit props herself up on her elbow to meet Joel’s gaze.

“You ready to go again?” Joel asks greedily, licking his lips.

“I don’t think I can,” she blushes and covers her pussy with her hand.

“Well, my Whitney, we are going to have to work on that.” He says, crawling back up her body. “I’m not going to be satisfied with one orgasm. You deserve at least two, every time.”

My Whitney

She pulls him for a kiss, his lips taste like her arousal and his scruff is sticky. “I’m not used to men like you.”

Whit reaches for Joel’s cock as they kiss. She has come to realize that she was in such a euphoric state that she didn’t even look at his body when he rolled her over. She rubs the tip of his thick cock through her folds, using her wetness as lubricant for her hand.

“Whitney,” he says as she strokes him. “I’m not going to fuck you tonight. The first time we do that I want to take my time. Learn every inch of your body all over again with my lips and tongue before fucking you deep and slow.”

He moans as she picks up the pace of her strokes, squeezing him a bit harder. “God that feels good.”

“We don’t have to fuck, cowboy.” She winks at him, loving the way this big, strong man is slowly becoming putty under her touch. “But I want to see you cum, want to feel you explode all over my stomach.”

Joel rests his forehead on the mattress beside her, giving Whitney access to kiss and nibble his neck, using a combination of her hand and her wetness to please him. He is heavy in her hand, she can feel every vein and ridge of his thick cock as she keeps up her steady pace.

“Look at me,” she says gently as his breathing becomes uneven.

Still with his head resting beside her, he turns to make eye contact.

“Please baby?” She says sweetly, in a begging voice that she knows he’ll love. “I need it. I need you. Please cover me?”

She pushes her lips to his and he can’t hold it anymore. He lets out a loud moan into Whitney’s mouth as he spills ropes of cum all over her stomach. For a man who rarely gives any hint of how he’s feeling, he doesn’t hold back when he comes. Moaning and gasping through a string of swears, all while his cock throbs in her hand.

I’m a grown adult who just came from a handjob. This woman is going to kill me.

He rolls off her to take a few breaths before kissing her forehead and walking to the bathroom. Whitney admires his sculpted round cheeks as he walks away, noting the dimples in his lower back and the cords of muscles lining his shoulders and arms.

I didn’t think he could get anymore beautiful. This man is going to kill me.

He comes back with two wash cloths. “Sorry baby, this is going to cold,” he says before using one to clean his spend off of her stomach.

“Roll over,” he wince at the deep red hand print that’s still perfectly visible and places the second cloth across it. He lays beside her, soft chocolate coloured eyes taking her in. “Sorry darling. Are you ok? Did I go to hard?”

“I’m perfect. You were perfect. Thank you, honey.”

He beams at her calling him something other than Joel and places a kiss on the tip of her nose. Whit lets her eyes flutter closed and they lay side by side in a comfortable silence for a minute or two.

“Hey Joel?” She says, opening her eyes.

“Ya?” He says softly, tucking a loose piece of hair back so he can look into both her eyes.

“You really opened up to me about Sarah so I want to tell you more.”

“Ok. You don’t have to, don’t feel obligated to tell me more if you aren’t ready.” He flips the cloth around so that it’s cool along her sore cheek.

Whit clears her throat, “he asked me for a divorce because he had a fiancée and two kids. My husband had a whole secret life and family while I was away in London. He wasn’t going to NYU, or med school. He was living off his trust fund with someone who resembled a super model. He lied to me for 4 years and I can only assume she was in on it.”

Joel’s heart breaks for her. “My original offer stands.”

Whitney lets out a confused laugh while furrowing her eyebrows. “What offer?”

Joel removes the cloth from her ass cheek and pushes Whitney onto her back. He climbs on top of her and flatly replies, “the one where I said I’d kill him.”

“Wouldn’t be a fair fight.” Whitney teases, holding in her laughter.

Joel raises an eyebrow, “I could kill a man with my bare hands. He has a trust fund?”

Whitney struggles to stay composed as she says, “he boxed. I really don’t think it would be a fair fight.”

Joel rolls his eyes in annoyance. “Whitney. Trust me. He’s an easy target.”

She can’t keep her laugh anymore. “Geez, you are an easy target.”

Joel slides a hand between her legs and circles her clit. Whit’s laughter fades into a moan of his name, melting into his touch.

“Ya? I’m an easy target?” His voice is deep again as she starts to shake under his slow circles. “Look at you right now.”

“Joel,” she whispers. “I don’t think I can again. Fuck. It’s so sensitive.”

He slides his body down hers to bring his mouth to hover above her clit. “I’ll be gentle. Just relax.”

He’s a man that’s true to his word. His tongue is soft and warm as he lightly feathers her clit, almost lazily, but nothing Joel does in bed is lazy. He keeps a slow tempo, letting Whitney enjoy the build up of her orgasm.

“J-Joel!” She winces. 

He stops and makes eye contact. “Pleasure or pain?”

Yep, I have only ever known selfish and terrible men.

“Pleasure. But I need it harder. Please?” She asks sweetly.

“Mmmm…anything for you.” He dives back in with a bit more pressure.

Her hands reach for the back of his head and she puts his tongue exactly where she needs it. Her legs start to shake around him before she’s overtaken by another orgasm.

After she’s done, Joel pulls her in lay on his chest. She tucks her head into the crook of his neck. She can’t remember the last time she’s been this satisfied or sated after a sexual encounter.

He whispers, “you always deserve two,” before they both fall asleep while tangled into one another.

- -

Whitney is woken up by her phone ringing loudly in the kitchen.

What the fuck. That’s always on silent.

Lack of sleep clouds her mind leaving her confused and disorientated as she searches for her phone.

“Hello?” She says sleepily, flopping back into her bed, suddenly remembering Joel is there. He grumbles while rolling over to pull her into his arms.

“Whit? Hey, it’s Tommy.”

“Tommy?” She says, squeezing Joel’s arm. His brother's name snaps him awake and they look at each other like two kids caught with their hands in the cookie jar.

“Ya. Hey, I’m sorry to hear that you were let go, but I have a proposition for you.”

“A proposition?” she says, raising an eyebrow at Joel who shrugs and mouths ‘I don’t know’. She pushes the speaker phone button adding, “Go on.”

“Me and Joel have been thinking about building houses for ourselves. We figure in probably 3 years we can both be making more money than we do as a subcontractor.” Tommy is using what Anna once referred to as his business voice. Whenever he used that voice, it usually meant he was on to something good.

Joel nodded at Whitney and whispered a yes.

“The main thing that was holding us back is an architect. Obviously, we can’t pay whatever fancy six figure salary you were probably making at the firm, and I haven’t officially asked Joel about this yet, but I would really like to offer you a job.”

Whitney is shocked. “Umm wow. Tommy I’m flattered.” Joel is very animatedly whispering for her to take it as he squeezes her tightly. “I’m going to have to think about it.”

“No pressure. Take your time and let me know. Also, I can hear Joel in the background so can you let him know that Nat is hosting football Sunday tomorrow?”

Tommy hangs up before Whitney can lie about being alone. Joel and her sit looking at the other. A million things are already running through Whit’s mind.

“Won’t it be weird?” She says, breaking the silence. “Working together while we are doing…whatever it is we are doing?” Her hand flicks between the two of them.

Joel laughs through his nose. “Working with my girlfriend doesn’t sound so bad. Don’t you want to work with your boyfriend?”

Whitney pushes her tongue in her cheek to stop her smile. “Working with you sounds great. I’m just….”

He cups her face, knowing she’s overthinking this. “You will design, I will build. We won’t be spending that much time together in the long run. We are adults. We can separate business and pleasure.”

The way he says pleasure sends goosebumps across Whitney’s skin and she bites her bottom lip.

“I have to go pick up Sarah. But she’s going to another sleepover tonight. Come over. We’ll talk about it.”

- -

At 7, Whitney pulls up to Joel’s house.

My boyfriends house. Not Joel’s. Damn that feels weird and amazing all at once.

They both spent the day trying not to text the other, but of course that didn’t last long. Every minute detail of their day was shared; the fancy latte Whit made, the weird blue green coloured car Joel saw on the way home, the oddly gigantic apple she found in her fridge, a video of Sarah thinking she’s making a huge splash with her cannonball into the pool.

She knocks on the door, her boyfriends door, and he yells, “it’s open babe!”

Babe. Oh god. Does he realize what he’s doing to me?!

He has a bottle of red wine breathing on the counter while he thinly slices steak to place on top of mushroom risotto.

“Did you make this? Are you drinking wine?” Whit teases through a sing song tone. “Wow. My boyfriend is full of surprises!”

He pushes his lips together unimpressed and shakes his head.

There’s no way he’s amazing with his hands and tongue in the bedroom and then also an incredible cook. Is he trying to make me fall in love with him?

“Yes. I made this.” He states. “And no, that is for you. I will learn to love wine for you if you want, but I am a beer and whiskey guy.” He smiles at her after sprinkling some fresh parsley on her plate.

The first bite of her dinner causes her eyes to roll into the back of her head as she moans. After that she struggles to focus on any conversation.

I will cook for this woman every night just for that reaction. Is she trying to make me fall in love with her?

After dinner they openly and honestly discuss her future and their relationship. As they clean up from dinner they talk about if she even wants to stay in Austin. This could be her chance to get that dream job she wanted in New York, but she has friends and whole life here now. Moving to the Big Apple doesn’t have the same appeal anymore, she’s staying in Austin.

As they move to the couch with another glass of wine for her and his first whiskey they discuss what it means for her to take the job at Miller Contracting. How does dating and working together look versus how does their relationship work if she takes one of the many other jobs she can get in Austin.

By the time she’s on the last few sips of the bottle of wine and he’s finishing his third whiskey; neat with a few drops of cold water, “it helps enhance the flavour,” he explained as she watched, they’ve reached the topic of Sarah. If they’re going to work together then she’s going to see her.

“Let’s let her meet you as our new coworker. You’ll see her occasionally and in a few months we can discuss letting her know that we are more.” Joel would usually be terrified by this idea, but he has a feeling that Whit isn’t going anywhere.

“Ok. I’m in.” Whitney says. “I’ll accept the job from Tommy.”

Joel hoists her over his shoulder and carries her to his bedroom, she squeals and giggles the entire way. After removing everything except their underwear, Whitney spends the next half hour marking Joel’s body with kisses. She kisses almost every inch of his toned and sun kissed body before sliding down his boxers and taking him in her hand. She looks up through her eyelashes at him, licking a stripe from the base to the tip, swirling her tongue around the top, tasting his salty pre cum. She sucks gently on the tip as she pumps her hand up and down. Joel’s breathing starts to get shaky, “fuck that feels good.”

Whitney let’s our a moan as she takes more of him in his mouth. She continues a steady pace, moving her hand and mouth simultaneously, swirling her tongue around the tip before moving back down. Joel’s hips lift slightly, trying to get deeper in her mouth. “Baby, I’m going to cum if you keep doing this.”

Whitney moans and picks up the pace. Joel’s mouth falls open in pleasured gasps as he finishes. The sounds of her slurps is almost obscene, but both of them love this. “Jesus, that was…fuck…amazing.”

He pulls Whitney up, kissing her deeply before she’s even had a chance to wipe him from her lips. He reaches for her panties and she grabs his wrist to stop him.

“Joel, I’m kind of sore from last night.” She’s not making eye contact out of embarrassment. “I’m not used to someone being that attentive. I’m sorry.”

“Hey,” he grabs her face to look at her. “Don’t be sorry. If anyone should be sorry it’s me. I hope I wasn’t too rough.”

“No, I’m just - I just. I don’t do that very often. Or anything very often.”

“We’ll work on that.” He winks at her and then pulls her in.

- -

Both of them are wide awake at 6 am. They share a love of Sundays in the fall.

Whitney usually goes to the gym and then out for brunch with her girlfriends, then comes home and watches the afternoon football games while cleaning and doing laundry.

Joel usually makes what Sarah calls ‘fancy breakfast’ before they go watch football with his family for the afternoon. They always order pizza on Sunday night and spend time together before a busy week ahead.

Joel rolls on top of Whitney, kissing her deeply and pressing his thigh against her sex. “Is she better today?”

“Yes,” Whitney replied through a whispered moan.

Always true to his word, he gives her two orgasms back to back. The first one happens as she’s grinding into his thigh and he teases at her nipples, the second one he gets about 2 minutes later with his tongue and fingers.

Joel gets in the shower and Whitney slips on one of his flannel shirts to head to the kitchen for coffee.

How does he make me finish twice in the span of 15 minutes. I think he might be some sort of vagina whisperer.

As she’s pouring a cup for Joel the front door flies open.

“DADDY!! I’m home. Sophia barfed EVERYWHERE and her mom tried to call…” she stops mid sentence staring at Whitney.

She raises one eyebrow, in a very Joel-esque way. “Am I in the right house?”

Whitney can’t stop the laughter. “Yes. Hi. Umm your dad is in the shower.”

“Hey you were here for Uncle Tommy’s barbecue!” She says as she heads over to sit at a kitchen stool across from Whit.

“Yes,” she starts. “Good memory. I’m Whitney.”

“Can you reach the cereal?” She asks while pointing to the cupboard above Whitney. “I didn’t get breakfast because of all the puking.”

Whitney opens the cupboard and slides the box of Fruit Loops across the island. Sarah reaches in and takes a handful, tossing a few colourful o’s in her mouth, watching Whit as she takes an awkward sip of coffee.

“Are you my dads girlfriend?” She blurts.

Joel waltzes into the kitchen and his face drops. “S-Sarah. Umm. What - how….”

She rolls her eyes, “Sophia threw up. Her mom called you but…” she waves her hand between the two of them, “clearly you were busy.”

Whitney has to stifle her laughter.

Dammit I love this kid.

- - -

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Tall Girl, Big Ass

Gojo takes Itadori and Megumi to America for some guy bonding time. PS: why didn't y'all tell me about the redubbing Adam McArthur did? I think I'm in love~ PPS: I'm very tired, so please mind spelling errors PPPS: Megan Thee Stallion's Sukuna cosplay PPPPS: have a good day, reader

The stars above shine and sparkle, and the wind carries a cool breeze that gives some kind of relief to the exhausted and heat pricked audience. It is some kind of concert, and it is clear by the bonfires starting up and the new influx of people closer to the stage that buzz with excitement, no one is leaving anytime soon.

"This place is pretty crowded," Megumi notes as he scans over the area that holds tides and tides of people waiting the performer of the night. "But I don't see any curses."

Gojo merely smiles, quickly ushering the two boys closer to the stage. They both notice that he seems more smug than usual, donned in a more casual outfit compared to the two younger boys that are still in uniform. But unbeknownst to them, he's practically bursting at the seams from keeping his surprise a big secret.

"Who's concert is this?" Itadori asks, he knows (assumes) they're here for a job, but there's no reason that they can't have a little fun, right?

Their teacher's smile widens, "oh, someone I think you'll like, Yuuji."

Then it dawns on Megumi, who sighs deeply. "So, we're not here to exorcise curses?"

"We are, we're hear to exorcise the giant curse in your asses," Gojo cheekily lifts up his blindfold and winks.

Upon hearing this, Itadori's eyes start to sparkle, "we're here for the concert, then?"

"Yup," with a dramatic flare, Gojo places his hands on his hips.

The pink haired teenager jumps into the air, "aw, hell yeah!"

Megumi sighs another deep sigh that sounds like it came from the depths of his soul, "I'm going back to Japan." And keeping true to his word, he starts to walk away. When Gojo quickly grips his collar.

"Wait, the show's starting-"

Amongst their conversation, they missed the chatter of the patrons around them swell from comforting hums to loud cheering and screaming.

"It's starting, it's staring!" Yup, Itadori is lost to the giddiness and pure energy of the crowd.

"Are you hotties ready?" A voice calls from the stage, hidden by fog. The light clouds give enough transparency to show the sexy silhouette of the performer of the night. Upon seeing her figure, Yuuji's jaw drops.

"Yuuji," Gojo singsongs, "your jaw is on the ground."

Tearing his eyes from the stage, Itadori grips his mentor's arms. "Who is she?" He demands.

And as if giving him a direct response, from her pedestal above them all, the fog fades away and reveals the gorgeous goddess that he now submits his life to. "It's the hot girl coach, Megan Thee Stallion, let's get it."

"Megan Thee Stallion." Her new devoted minion repeats.

Hugging the contours of her delicious curves is a shiny black leather bodycon dress that just about kisses her mid thigh. A black corset enunciates her glorious figure, along with the gold studded electric white platform boots on her feet. Her hair, what justice can be done to even describe her hair, a halo of black curls around her ethereal face.

"Megan Thee Stallion," Gojo affirms. "Jennifer Lawrence is all fine and good, but Miss Thee Stallion over her-"

"Is exactly my type!"

Gojo smiles, satisfied at Itadori's response. He turns to Megumi, who has been rather quiet since Megan walks up to the stage. And much to his surprise (which is surprising enough because the man is never surprised), Megumi is fixed on the woman in front of him, his cheeks are dusted with a very dark rose.

"Whoa-oh, Megumi, are you getting all worked up?" The older man teases.

Not that anyone could blame the boys. Megan's stage presence is breathtaking. She manages to talk her shit, bite her lip and smile brightly at everyone while singing the filthiest lyrics. Not to mention her movements, so sensual and sexy at once.

And then, something happens. Megan starts to walk over to where the three boys are. From her position at the edge of the stage, she's right over them. Itadori can't help but stare up at her. She's tall. He's practically drooling at this, she's everything.

Megumi smacks his shorter friend upside the head: "stop staring, it's rude!"

"Ow!" Itadori cries out more from indignation than pain. "You were staring too, and so is Gojo!"

The older man merely smirks at gestures to his extremely dark sunglasses. "Am I?" He snickers and nudges Megumi. "Obviously not hard enough to miss Megumi's blushing."

"I am not blushing-"

He cuts himself off and returns to staring at Megan. Which also draws the other two's attention back to her. An amused expression is clear on her face, slightly smug, as she locks eyes with them. Holy shit, who knew being embarrassed could be so hot? She winks in their general direction before slinking away, her hips swaying to the music.

"She totally winked at me. Did you see? Did you?" Itadori squeals, skipping around like an excited little puppy.

Megumi scoffs, "don't be dense. She winked at the crowd."

"How do you know? Are you her?" He snaps back, "she totally winked at me!"

Gojo sighs happily, watching his students bicker about their new found crush. This was a good decision, of course it was. He, Gojo Satoru, is always right after all.

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The One That Got Away - Part six

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The next few days that pass, Negan decides to test the waters; brushing up against Y/N occasionally whenever they would cross paths. At first, they were a few subtle brushes against her ass with the back of his hand, next was his forearm 'accidentally' brushing over the top of her cleavage as he walked extremely close passed her.

"What's the deal between Coach and you?" Y/B/F/N asks after what seemed like the hundredth close brush up with Coach.

"What do you mean?"

"The two of you have been 'accidentally' bumping into each other a lot these days" Y/B/F/N remarks raising her fingers in the air to emphasize the word, accidentally. "The others might not have noticed but I have."

"We're both just clumsy, I guess" you try and brush it off. You weren't exactly sure yourself about what was happening between Coach and you. The first time it had happened, you took it to be accidental. Yet it had become more frequent thereafter, making you wonder whether he was purposely doing it.

"You would tell me if something was going on, right?"

"Of course, I would" you force the lie pass your lips with a faint smile. "You're my best-friend, I always tell you everything." Lies! Your mind screamed at you. Ok, so you didn't tell her about the eyelash incident. You knew she would never judge if something did happen, but you felt that whatever happened or was still to happen, should remain between Coach and you only. The less people knew about it, the better.

Deciding to test the theory about Coach, you dressed in the tightest, shortest pair of shorts to gym class the next day.

"My, my... aren't you looking extra fuckable today..." Y/B/F/N remarks with a low whistle.

"My regular gym clothes were in the dirty laundry still, this was the only thing to wear."

"Sure... if you say so..." Y/B/F/N drawls out, eyeing you closely. "You sure, you ain't wearing it to catch the eye of a certain someone?"

"Think whatever you like..." you respond with a bit of sass and Y/B/F/N chuckles out at your comment.

"C'mon, let's go give, Sir Hots-a-lot a heart attack."

Negan was busy deep in thought, going over the clipboard of paperwork in his hand, when the next class began filing into the room. A few seconds later, the sounds of whistling echoes loudly throughout the room.

Looking up to see what the source of the disturbance was, Negan is stunned speechless at the sight of Y/N in what was the tightest shorts he has ever seen on her. "Fuck. How the fuck am I supposed to keep my eyes and hands off her when she's fuckin' wearing that" he softy mutters to himself.

When calling the class to line up for the warmup stretches, Negan was a bit confused as to why Y/N was standing all the way in the backrow instead of her usual spot in the front.

Noticing that Coach was assisting those that weren't doing the warmup correcting, you decide to put your plan into action by deliberately messing up on your stretches.

"Jesus, not you fuckin' too" Coach curses out, stepping up behind you.

Placing a palm on your lower back, Coach gently pushes you further downward, resulting in your bottom being in close proximity to his crotch.

With a mischievous smirk, you abruptly thrust your bottom backward into Negan's crotch, causing him to stiffen in surprise and grab hold of your hips in order to regain his balance.

In an attempt to stifle a groan, Negan bites down into his lower lip as he scans the gym to see whether anyone had noticed what happened. Satisfied that no one had noticed, Negan decides to have a little fun with you.

When attempting to pull away after your little stunt, you're instantly halted by Coach tightening his grip on your hips. Risking a peek over your shoulder, you're met by a devilish smirk from him.

"I want y'all to close your eyes, taking in deep breaths while doing ya stretches until I tell ya otherwise" Coach breathlessly instructs, giving you a wink as he begins to grind himself hard into you.

Nervously scanning the room, you end up having to bite down hard into your lower lip in order to stifle the whimpers that were threatening to escape while Coach was dry humping you from behind.

Realizing the dangers of the huge risk he was taking, Negan stops what he was doing, stepping away from you then to grab the clipboard.

"Alright shitheads..." Coach clears his throat, "warmup's over, you can open your eyes now."

You stop the smirk from spreading across your face when noticing the clipboard that Coach was holding in front of his crotch area.

The next few days turns into a game of cat and mouse between Coach and you, the touching becoming more frequent each day. The only problem being that neither of you get a chance to be alone together during it, either one or the other ending up too busy to attend the after-school meetings.

The week following thereafter was a totally different story though, Negan's attitude toward you had suddenly turned cold, bordering on the point of being straight out mean towards you during certain occasions.

After the third day of Negan's cold demeanour toward you, you decided to return the favour and completely ignore him to the point of pretending he didn't even exist.

What you didn't know, was that Negan was fighting an internal turmoil that was threating to burst out of him at any moment. Things between Lucille and him were extremely tense after Negan had made the slip of calling out your name out in his sleep a few times. When she questioned him about it, he had lied; saying he was stressed over the softball team and had been dreaming about coming up with new game plans with you. Although she seemed to have accepted his explanation, Negan couldn't help the nagging feeling she still suspected something.

You were on his mind 24/7 and Negan knew that he had to keep a distance from you for the time being.

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Part 7