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drakenology · 3 years

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bestie your little reader x daddy bakugou was immaculate 😚🤌🏻✨

i don't know if your requests are open, but if they are could i request a kenma daddy & little reader?

i have a headcanon that he was like,, kinda "put down" by people because he was a bit scrawny and quiet, so now he's like "i'll show em" and boom,, daddy

if you don't want to that's okay!! or if you'd like to save it for later that's alright as well💖 i hope you're having a good day! stay hydrated and don't forget to eat a good meal!!🤠

HNNNN!!!! how’d you know about my kenma sweet spot???

now i dead ass said I wasn’t gonna write today to give myself a break butt FUCK THAT

the world needs this ok??? also thank you for your request and hope you’re having a great day too. now time to lace up my boots, drink sum iced coffee and run this mf! hope you enjoy ;). I cannon Kenma being an absolute sex god okay? Mean Dom all the way!

daddy! - daddy!kenma x little!reader

warnings: smut!, daddy kink, little!reader, daddy!kenma, butt plug, overstim?, dacryphilia (idk if i spelled that right...), pussy sounds, yep.

Kenma at first glance is a frail and meek guy. He was known mostly by everyone - including you at first- as a complete introvert who stayed out of the way most of the time, conversations never going as far as hi and bye. But with that, he always felt the need to prove himself as someone who isn’t so meek and quiet. He’ll prove that people shouldn’t underestimate him. So when you started dating him, you were absolutely shocked by his many kinks and insatiable desires. Kenma was the kind of dom many littles dreamed of. He was sweet and a very generous gift giver.

When you’re the good little girl you were so inclined to be he’d reward you so well; soft kisses and new stuffies & toys to add to your collection to spoil you. He was excited to learn you liked being spoiled and treated like a fragile little girl. So he of course had to introduce his new title as our daddy in style.

He’d start by leaving noticeable bruises all over your body. Conveniently placed hickies where his teammates could see, since he always demands you dress in practically nothing so everyone can ogle at his gorgeous baby. Short skirts, tops that left nothing to the imagination, thigh high socks; the works. That and a numerous amount of rules were set in place for you to follow behind closed doors; ask permission, say please, use your words. Something in Kenma loved telling you what to do and having you beg and bend at his every whim since he was often so looked over. He loves that you practically rush at the chance to please him and obey him.

Oh but when you disobey?

He’s more than willing to put you back into your place.

“What have I told you about little girls who don’t listen, princess? They get..?” Kenma lures you to finish his sentence, wanting to ensure you understand that you’re in trouble. He takes a leather belt- the first blunt object he could get his hands on to spank you into next week- and slides the material over your plump ass.

“P-Punished..” You answer softly, burying your face into the plush belly of your favorite stuffie. Kenma earns your correct answer with a harsh strike of his belt, your back arching upwards in pain as you sob out an apology.

“Too late for that princess. Whine all you want. It’ll only make your punishment worse.” Kenma grunts, hitting the soft flesh of your ass and smoothing the sting over with his hands. He nudges his thumb over the pretty jewel that twinkled in the light, a cute butt plug he got for you to wear from time to time. He pushed it in a bit further, a desperate plea leaving your lips as he smacks your ass again with the thick leather belt.

“Don’t like it when I punish you, baby?” Kenma asks condescendingly, already knowing the true answer when you mutter out a weak “no”. “Oh, but I think you do, princess. Why else would you act out so much today? You’ve clearly forgotten your place. Allow me to remind you.”

Suddenly, his slender fingers are sliding against your already slick folds, Kenma sucking his teeth at the wetness of his fingers once he slides them easily inside. “Aww, look how sloppy my little cunt is. And you told me you didn’t like being punished. What a little liar you are.” as his nimble digits hook against your spongey spots, obscene noises filling the room as you cry out for him. Unbeknownst to you, he was going to overstimulate your pretty pussy until you saw stars, until you were begging him for a break. He growls as his hands work their magic on your puffy cunt, the other hand smacking your ass harshly as he brings you to your first blinding orgasm of the night, your greedy walls tightening around his fingers.

“Hmm. You know what to say, princess.” he mutters once he notices your frantic sentences.

“C-Can I please cum daddy? P-Please? I’ll be your good girl, daddy I promise jus’ please lemme cu-cum.” You babble, your eyes welling in tears as your toes curl up tightly. Kenma smirks as he burns holes into the back of your head with his eyes, not being able to resist teasing you a bit.

“You promise, baby?” Kenma says, fingers moving faster as your moans become more desperate and high pitched.

“Yes! Daddy please yes! I-I promise! I p-promise!” You whine, unable to hold back any longer. Kenma tuts and grants you permission, not so mean that he can’t grant his pretty baby the right to cum for him. And so you do, your juices running down his fingers as you twitch and drool all over your teddy bear.

“One down three more to go, pretty baby. You ready for daddy?” Kenma soothes, a hard cock now resting on your sore ass cheek as his hand makes way into your hair to yank it. You gasp, nodding as you look up at him with tear stained eyes. Before you can speak, his dick is already inside you starting off at a brutal pace. You’re a hiccuping mess, pleading for more as you clench around him already, extremely sensitive and needy. Kenma’s animalistic grunts are echoing past your ears, hand wrapped around your neck to choke you. You gasp, eyes rolling back as his cock hit your cervix over and over again; the white hot pleasure becoming all too much for you to take.

“Daddyyy!” You scream, Kenma taking that wail as a compliment as he pushed his thumb against your butt plug, wanting yet another volley of your sweet juices to coat his cock.

“C’mon, princess don’t be selfish. Gimme another..”

#💌#thank you for this idea #lemme know who I should do next #haikyuu smut #kenma smut #kenma kozume smut

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krxideprnz-archive · 3 years

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Idk if my message went through cause my internet sucked, but since he doesn’t have a technical age....

Can I request a sub Mahito x dom reader smut.

He would be such a brat and I live for it.

I just wanna peg his pretty ass into oblivion and just wreck him.

I wanna watch him cry and scream as I deny his orgasim a few times and have him beg.

I wanna break him and watch his pretty face turn red.

Since I’m kinky asf, he would totally have a praise kink and be really into roleplay.

Also I have a mommy kink so yeah...

As to how this all occurs, it’s up to you! And sorry if you got this request from me more than once, once again my internet was pretty crap

Oh my god I really hope this is alright because I just absolutely despise Mahito 😔😔 but I tried to push these feelings away somehow.

I hope you enjoy this hun 🥰

Sub! Mahito x Dom! Reader

This includes content not suited for minors

Includes - master and servant talk/orgasm denial/mommy kink/pegging

A cup of coffee was placed next to you on the table by Mahito, who was currently staying at your place.

Since the the two of you started dating, he insisted on staying at your place, and who were you to say no to that pout of his?

But the time with him turned out to be better than you expected it to be, and he was surprisingly thankful for his new living space.

“Well aren’t you a nice little servant?” you spoke, jokingly, as you placed a little bit of sugar in your beverage.

You could see Mahito pause his movement before clearing his throat.

“Servant?” He giggled, trying to cover up the rush of excitement that filled his body at your words.

You watched him closely, surely something had happened that got him all excited, and you were sure you knew what it was, ready to use it fully to your advantage.

“Don’t tell me you like it when I call you that?” You smirked, turning in your chair to face him completely.

He swallowed hard before shrugging his shoulders, still an attempt to show that he wasn’t affected.

“I was just surprised”

“Okay, then I order you to leave. Your master has to work now” you winked at him, working to slowly get him to admit he was turned on, even though it was painfully obvious.

Mahito still stood where he was as he spoke; “come on. You know I get turned on when you call me that”

“How am I supposed to tell? You said you were just surprised” you stated, crossing your legs and still looking at him with a exaggerated oblivious look. He sighed, a small pout forming on his face. It was clear that he was becoming impatient, so he decided to finally voice his thoughts;

„Please Master... call me Servant once more“ he finally slipped into his role, bright eyes staring back at you as a small grin graced his features. He pushed all your buttons just right, so you stood up and gestured for him to follow you into the bedroom.

You could practically feel the excitement radiating from his body as he entered your shared bedroom. He stood by the bed, waiting for your next oder like the obedient servant he was.

„Get on the bed, now“ you spoke, watching as he lowered his body onto the matress, expectantly staring up at you.

You began to undress him, relieving him of every arcticle of clothing covering his pale skin. Your fingers traced over the marks covering his body, touching every sensitive spot you know he liked.

He was sighing in content, feeling your digits on his body and your face hovering dangerously close over his, breath fanning over his parted lips.

„Touch me more“ he spoke, Mahito was craving for your touch, desperate to feel your skin on his, but he completely forgot the place he was in. A slap to his thigh was the thing that snapped him out of his daze.

„What was that for, (Y/N)?“

„Know your place. You don’t tell me what to do here. And thats Master for you“ you ordered.

His breath hitched in his throat when he watched you get up and move away from the bed. At first he was scared that you would leave him here since he disobeyed, but soon, you came back with a very familiar item placed in your hand.

He gazed at the strap on in your hand as you walked towards the bed again, hips swaying with each step you took. You also began to undress yourself, exposing more and more of your body to Mahito, who was watching every single movement like a hawk, admiring your soft curves and features.

You threw the fabric to the side and stepped into the strap to secure it around you.

„Look at you getting all excited, I havent even done anything yet.”

You could see his cock begin to harden. You got in the bed next to him, laying on the bed, he still had to do some preparation.

„Well. Serve me first. Suck“ you gestured to the toy.

„Hey come on. Im not gonna-“

„You wanna get fucked or not? You’ll have to be a good boy if you want to“ you spoke, and he hesitantly crawled further down to take the toy into his mouth.

The dildo was covered with his spit as he sucked on it further, his tongue licking over the shaft.

„Prepare it real good, honey, so I can fuck that tight little ass of yours thoroughly.“

His breath got caught in his throat and he gagged when you began to fuck up into his mouth.

Small tears formed in the corners of his eyes and he looked up at you, generous as you are, you let him take a short break to speak.

„Im ready!f-fuck please...“ his dick was dripping precum on the sheets, forming a small wet spot on the soft sheets. You tapped your finger against your chin, pretending to think about your answer, even though you already made up your mind.

„Okay Servant. But one more condition. Ride on this cock like the needy little thing you are“

A faint blush coated his cheeks but he still complied, positioning himself over the dildo before looking at you confirmation. When he saw you nod, he lovered himself onto the toy, taking him slowly until you completely bottomed out.

„Hngh-ah!“ at first he felt nothing but pain, he felt like he was being torn in half by the sheer girth of the dildo, but at the same time he felt unbelievably good, shaking on top of you while youre grinning up at him.

„M-Master--“

„I want you to call me Mommy, can you do that for me?“ you cooed and thrusted up into him. His head fell to the side with a breathy moan as the pain he felt slowly contorted into pure pleasure.

„fuck..Mommy!“

„Yes, let everyone know whos making you feel this good“

He started to bounce up and down on the strap, grabbing onto your shoulders for support.His nails dug into your skin, creating small crescent marks on your skin from the pressure.

Every time the toy reentered him, a loud pleasured moan escaped his throat at the intense sensation. Sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room.

„Ah! My legs...“ he sighed when he started to feel a growing pain in his legs from all the harsh moving they had to support. You let out an exagerrated sigh, before turning the both of you around, so Mahito was underneath you, hair fanned out over the pillow, blush coating his cheeks and eyes glossed over. He looked ethereal.

His lips parted with every desperate sound he made, head falling back into the pillow as you set an even pace to pound into his walls. His hole was clenching around the toy, seemingly pulling it even further in.

His mouth fell open in a silent scream as the toy started to kiss his prostate, touching the sensitive spot with each following thrust.

„s-shit! Mommy! G-Ah!“ his eyes closed tightly as he felt his incoming orgasm, the familiar sensation in his body started to grow, threatening to push him over the edge any second now. And you could definetly tell from the way his moans got louder and louder- and his breathing staggered.

The only words that left his mouth were „Mommy“ or „more!“ and mumbled incoherent phrases.

You grabbed his dick tightly, denying his orgasm- and Mahito started to wiggle in your grasp. „Why- just- ngh!“ he cursed as he glared up at you, mad at the feeling of his orgasm dying down.

„You couldnt even fuck yourself until you came on this dick before your legs gave out, its pathetic“ he let out a small whine as he looked away to the side, seemingly emberassed by your statement.

He was about to talk back when you started to move again, tight hold on his erection never loosening. The headboard of the bed hit the wall with your fast movements, pounding inside of his tight ass with fevor.

Mahito felt your thumb touch his leaking tip, rubbing the precum over his sensitive head.

„Can I cum now-ngh..“ he blinked away his tears when your tight grip on him still didnt falter. His head thrashed around as yet another orgasm was denied from him. His cock was now painfully throbbing and your pace only fastened, dragging along his walls and hitting his prostate in the most pleasuring way possible.

„Okay okay... god youre so impatient.“ you rolled your eyes and hesitantly let go of his erection, building him up to another fast approaching high.

It only took him a few more thrusts to feel the familiar feeling slowly build up again.

Your mouth lowered to play with his nipples, wich pushed him over the edge when he felt the sensation of your tongue over his sensitive buds.

He came with multiple high pitched moans of your name, body trembling in bliss as you continued to fuck him through his high.

„Thank you Mommy- I need more of you-!!“ he was still craving for your attention-, the intense feeling of your harsh thrusts.

Tears were building in his eyes, rolling down his flushed cheeks.

Who were you to deny your little Servant?

#jujutsu kaisen smut #dom!reader #mahito x reader #mahito smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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yungbud · 4 years

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Could you do some Y/N x Dom ddlg smut?

Word count: 2.6k

TW: Smut including, Daddy kink, throat fucking, bondage

A/n I wasn’t 100% sure where you wanted this to go so I tried to do a little bit of both. If you wanted it more rough or more soft i’d been happy to rewrite it for you, just shoot me a dm/ask with the direction you’d like me to take it and it should be up within the week <3 hope you like it though.

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Dom stood in front of you, hard dick standing at attention, his tip red and swollen.

You would’ve helped. Really, you would’ve. You wanted to, even, but Dom had left you with your hands completely tied…

Well, literally.

It all started when he stayed late at the studio one night working on the album, and then another... And then another… His fans were practically begging him to take a night off, but he just wouldn’t. Sometimes he wouldn’t even bother to come home at all, heaven knows if he even bothered to sleep.

The fact was, with Dom gone so often you got a bit lonely. You’d tried explaining this to him in passing but he was just so caught up in his work, promising that when it was all done he’d spend nothing but time with you. The promises always seemed to fall flat, project after project withholding his attention from you.

And then you remembered…

You and Dom had an array of sex toys, a fond memory attached to each one. Dom also had a certain set of rules for you when it came to sex, and by assosciation said sex toys, one of them being that you were only allowed to touch them if he was there to watch you.

This rule fell through about a month in when you realized he was never home to watch you… Which also meant he was never home to catch you. You figured, he’s having fun working on his album and you deserved to have a bit of fun of your own too.

With not much left to do you’d been abusing this rule like it owed you money ever since. It was actually a lot of fun. It took a little getting used to at first, you missed Dom and wished he was here to do it instead, but pretty soon you were getting off all on your own and you even used a heating pad and stuffy for the post orgasm cuddles you were missing.

Of course you still loved and missed Dom, and would be glad to return to normal as soon as possible, but for the time being you were perfectly fine with your little situation.

You had a pretty productive day cleaning the house, you were now working on dinner, something small since you’d probably be the only one home to eat it. You worked strategically around the kitchen, cleaning up as you went, and once your food was safely in the oven and the timer was set you had a little over half an hour to kill. Wandering into the living room, you searched for the remote, finding it on the couch where you plopped yourself down and began scrolling through netflix.

God, there’s never anything good on here, you thought, it just isn’t what it used to be. You remembered when netflix had everything, and now everything had spread onto their own respective streaming services. You clicked the tv off, staring at the wall for a moment as you went over the things left to do in your head.

There’s always instagram or twitter, but those tend to piss you off in one way or another and there was nothing good on youtube.

Your thought about how your day went, reviewing everything mentally and you realized what you could fill your time with. A reward for all your hard work.

You practically ran up the stairs, wanting to fit in as much you time as possible before you had to return to make dinner.

You started off slow, squeezing your breast and pretending it was Dom instead, trailing your hand down your body until you hit the waistband of your shorts, slipping them down your legs and haphazardly tossing them across the room. You gently rubbed yourself through your underwear, pressing a few teasing fingers against your entrance. Taking a deep breath, you slide your hands up and down your thighs, allowing your eyes to close and your body to fully relax before reaching over, wrapping your fingers around the small, pink vibrator that was sat beside you on the bed, shifting it on and pressing it against your clit.

Inhaling a sharp breath at the feeling, your hips moved along with your actions. Soft moans fell from your lips, taking a moment to rid yourself of your underwear before continuing. You tried to imitate the motions of Dom, pretending he was laid next to you and whispering dirty things in your ear, encouraging you to continue.

His plush lips pressed against your neck, leaving bites in his wake that would surely show up tomorrow. His tattooed middle finger coming down to press inside you, pumping it in and out a few times before curling it inside you.

He seemed so far away, and yet closer than you thought.

What you hadn't known was that Dom had chosen to come home early today so he could spend dinner with you, and he was standing in the doorway watching as you slid the vibrator up and down your glistening pussy, whimpering his name.

“Hm, dinners ready.” Your actions snapped to a pause in shock “Oh don’t worry, love. I got it.”

Your eyes opened slowly, unsure if you really wanted to acknowledge the scene in front of you.

Dom stood in front of you, eyebrows furrowed and arms crossed as he stared you down.

“S’that?” He questioned, knowing damn well what it was, but wanting to hear you admit it. You wrapped your hand tightly around it, a futile attempt to hide the item in your hand. Dom tilted his head disapprovingly at this, walking over to you and peeling your hand open to take it from you, clicking it off. He cleared his throat, putting it on display for you, his gaze boring into the side of your head as he waited for an explanation.

“Nothing to say for yourself?” There was A moment for you to plead your case. Nothing. “Alright, fine.” He says, sitting on the bed motioning for you to lay over his lap. You looked up at him, eyes wide and innocent in a silent plea. When his stern look didn’t budge you complied, perching your ass into the air a bit.

“Are you going to tell me what you were doing, or am I going to have to get it out of you?” Dom asks, his hand rubbing soothingly over your ass.

“I was masturbating.” Dom hummed, his hand coming down in a sharp smack against your ass.

“With?”

“A toy.” another, his hand smoothing over the already reddening skin.

“Which?”

“I’m not supposed to do unless you’re here to watch me.” twice in a row this time

“So, let me get this straight. You knew you were being disobedient, and decided to do it anyway?”

“Yes sir.”

“Well, at least you’re telling the truth.” Dom said, leaning down to whisper in your ear “‘fraid you would’ve been better off lying, love.” His hand coming down thrice more on your already raw ass. Your teeth dug into your lip as you tried your best to hold back the squeaks that clawed their way up your throat.

“Do you want me to count, daddy?” You offered, trying to earn yourself a few brownie points.

“No, I’ll stop when I’m good and damn ready.” And he did exactly that. Although he didn’t ask you to count, you did so anyway. You found it helped to distract from the pain. You got up to around twenty when he finally stopped, leaning down to place a kiss on your red bottom. It wasn’t that you didn’t like it, but when you were genuinely in trouble with Dom, when you had so blatantly disobeyed him, the spankings came across as a bit more of a genuine punishment than normal. He wanted it to be sexy and feel good, but he also wanted you to know that your behavior was not acceptable.

“Your ass is so red. Does that hurt?” He asks, concern lacing his tone

“Yes.” You whimper, pouting back at him

“Awh, you poor baby. Probably should’ve thought about that before you decided to break one of my rules.” He said, smacking your ass once again. Shoving you off his lap, he left the room, leaving you alone on the bed, staring at the ceiling as you waited patiently for him to return.

You hadn’t actually seen him as he walked back in the room, only acknowledging his return when you felt his hands wrapping around your wrists. Before you realized what was happening your wrists were tied to the head board, your gorgeous boyfriend hovering over you, pulling your shirt up to admire your tits.

“Since you got to get off, it’s daddy’s turn.” He said, pulling his pants down just enough to pull out his swollen prick, jerking it off inches from your face. He tapped your jaw, your mouth opening at his command, slipping his dick down your mouth slowly. You were gagging before he was all the way in, staring up at him from your place on the bed. He groaned at the feeling of his tip hitting the back of your throat, your gags only encouraging his thrusts as he fell into a rhythm.

“Oh fuck, princess.” He moans, hand wrapped up in your hair, tugging at it lightly, his hips moving methodically as he ruthlessly fucked your throat.

There was a string of spit from your throat to his tip when he pulled out, Dom’s hand coming by to swipe it out of the air. He sat up a bit, placing his balls in your mouth as he continued pleasuring himself, his head hung back in pleasure. You lifted your head in an attempt to return his tip to your mouth, but Dom crawled off of you and stood beside the bed instead.

And there you were, with Dom stood in front of you, hard dick standing at attention, his tip red and swollen.

“I’m sorry, daddy.” You say, choking back tears

“Then why’d you do it, princess? Hm? Just such a horny slut you couldn’t help yourself? You know what I think? I think you did it on purpose because you thought I’d never catch you. I don’t think you’re sorry for doing it, I think you’re sorry you got what you had coming for being such a disobedient little slut.” He hummed, swiping a piece of your hair behind your ear “But thats okay, because I promise” He says, his tone sinister “that after tonight you won’t need to touch that pretty little pussy for awhile.”

“No, I really am sorry for disobeying you, I promise.” You plead, letting your hips flatten against the bed.

“So are you going to tell me why you did it or just keep apologizing? Because only one of those is going to get you anywhere but a wheelchair tonight, pretty girl.” You avoided eye contact, focusing on the pattern of your bed sheets as you tossed the thought around in your head, hesitating to tell him what had really been going on.

“You’ve just been gone for so long and you’re never home anymore. It gets so boring and lonely being here by myself all the time and I wasn’t able to get myself off and you weren’t here to do it so one night I reached into the drawer and I used one of the toys and it just felt so good… ” You rambled, tears welling up in your eyes as the feelings of resentment and loneliness poured out of you all at once. Dom stopped for a moment, untying your hands and moving you up to a sitting position, enveloping you in a tight hug.

“I’m so sorry, princess. I hadn’t even thought of it like that.” His lips connected with yours in a soft kiss, his hand coming up to hold the side of your face, his thumb stroking your cheek. When he pulled away he left a series of kisses all over your face, an apology after each one.

“Come here.” He whispers, pulling you on top of him.

His lips connected with yours as he began pushing himself in, waiting for you to move against him before continuing his actions. His strokes were long and slow, making sure you felt every single inch of him. His lips leave small kisses along the length of your neck, hands gripping at your ass, your own scratching down his back.

“Well, I guess I’m here now.” He jokes, reaching over to grab the vibrator, pressing it firmly against your clit. You were already close from before, the punishment only adding to the little ball of pressure you could feel building in your tummy.

Pathetic, needy whimpers slipped past your lips as your orgasm came over you.

“I got you princess.” He whispers, you can feel Dom twitch inside you as he comes up on his own, releasing inside you with a heavenly moan. He remained inside you, allowing the two of you to ride out your highs, before pulling out and collapsing next to you. It took you both a moment to catch your breath, but when you did Dom was the first to speak.

“Okay, new rule.” He turned to you “You’re allowed to use the toys when I’m going to be consecutively busy, but if you can I want you to call me, or if I'm busy send me photos. Daddy loves to see his little girl getting off, I don’t wanna miss a thing.” He says, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

“Come on, lets go eat.” You said, attempting to sit up, but being pulled back down by Dom.

“Dinner can wait, you need a bath.” He says, picking you up and carrying you into the en suite bathroom. He set you on the counter, mindful of your bum, before turning to heat up the bath water. He turned back to you as he filled the tub, kissing you softly on the lips as he waited. You denied his offer to pick you up and set you in the tub, opting to walk the step and a half there yourself, sinking into the inviting water and letting it soothe your ache.

He seemed extra protective of you, your words obviously going to heart. He couldn’t believe he’d gotten so caught up in his work and left you home all alone feeling like that. Worse yet, you’d expressed these emotions to him before and he shrugged them off. He was determined to make it up to you.

Dom let you pick a bath bomb, watching as you marveled at the colors. He dragged his attention away from you eventually, once again leaving you alone in the room.

When he returned he had a plate of food in his hand, setting it on the edge of the tub for you and playing with your head as you ate, asking you how you’d been while he was away.

He waited for you with a warm towel when you were ready to get out, tentatively drying you off. He allowed you to dress yourself, sitting on the edge of the cabinet as he watched. After dinner and your bath, he tucked you in, placing a kiss on your forehead and promising to be there when you woke up in the morning, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as you drifted off to sleep.

#Yungblud #yungblud smut #yungblud fic #yungblud x reader #yungblud aftercare #yungblud fanfic #Dominic harrison #dominic harrison smut #dominic harrison fanfic #dominic harrison x reader #dominic harrison aftercare

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insufferablelust · 4 years

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I ummm woupd it be okay to ask you to do a mgg x reader smut. Like he ties reader up and fucks her but like sticks his fingers in her mouth to suck on but she is also really bratty and likes to make things hard for him (like at work) and just super dom mgg and really bratty reader. Idk I'm awkward sorry you dont have to write it I just thought maybe a suggestion I mean I really like your working and all

Finally new smut! yay! anyways i combined these two amazing mgg concepts from my queens and then turn them into this, adding my spice into it as well so i hope y’all love this! thank you for the reqs queens!! MASTERLIST OF ALL MY WORKS.

WARNINGS : Dom!Mgg x Sub!Reader, Degradation by name calling, Rough sex, Oral fixation, back seat abandoned building car sex, exhibitionism, overstimulation, lots of teasing, and all the good stuff. Plus fluffs!!! Read at your own risk❤️ leave a like and reblog, thanks!

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Having an actor as a boyfriend surely has its perks, one being the fact that i always gets to see how Matthew make his own version of art, his visions, as well as his god gifted talent, i must say that it warms my heart to no end, seeing him so passionate about something that he can even do in his sleep.

With perks, comes the not so pleasant ones, one of them is not seeing him for weeks sometimes. His busy schedule has put my relationship through some rocky beginnings, thankfully we made agreements and that’s settled. Of course, i could visit him whenever i want, even if it requires a plane ticket— he’ll provide it (not that you’ll take it.) but today is one of those days when the amount of missing him became greater than to actually wait patiently.

The location where Matthew currently filming, wasn’t that far from our shared house so it shouldn’t be that bad right?.... Wrong. A month into the filming process i felt the neediness present, he comes home every night yet you still miss him. He filmed during the day mostly, coming home late already tired, and then when his director gave him a time off or day or two break, he spent it by rereading scripts or working on directing his small projects.

It’s not that i didn’t understand his schedule, but something about having him so close yet so far away just chipped away any patience i have left in me. Frustrated, i grabbed the car keys and decided to go to where he was filming. I knew that he wouldn’t have a problem with you coming in, but I knew that would definitely have a problem or two about what i’ve been planning.

So you drove for an hour, until you reached the filming set, finding yourself growing expectedly needy and nervous. You texted him saying that you were on your way, the way he answered left you giggling and smiling like a schoolgirl.

“Sure sweetheart, come on over, my lunch break is at 12.15, we can have lunch together. When you got here just knock on trailer 4. Love you.”

Your knocked on his trailer door, anxiously biting your lips at the anticipation, it shouldn’t be such a big deal, you’ve visited his set couple of times before— it’s just.. what you wear and what you have in mind is making you jumpy with adrenaline coursing through your bloodstream. Only wearing one of his button ups, tucked inside the plated skirt that stop around mid-thigh. It’s one of his... kink really to see you in such a mundane outfit yet something about seeing you in his clothing on public nonetheless flick the switch inside Matthew, makes him go feral.

So as soon as he opened the trailer door, and see the sinful cladded clothing, he yanked you inside and furiously carry you to his lap as he sit down on one of the chairs. “Are you fucking crazy?” His tone sent chills down your spine, you know better than this, than to show up while he’s working, in such clothing that drove him mad. The tone in his voice plus the way he gripped your hips should’ve warned you just how mad he is. But you just innocently shrugged, and rolled you eyes, licking your lips before muttering a soft, “last time i check, i’m doing just—“

You were cut off instantly by the grip that’s now strongly held against the skin of your jawline, and the fingers that was penetrating your very lips. The act, sent your blissful sear to your core.

“Shut up, and listen here you insatiable bunny. I have to finish few more scenes, and it shouldn’t take long. I want you to be a good bunny, and behave. I’m giving you a chance to be good here, if you obey what i said, i’ll give you rewards but if i catch you disobeying me whilst i’m gone, believe me you won’t walk let alone sit for a week, pet.”

Matthew’s eyes burned holes through your skull, his fingers shoved deeper making you gag slightly, cheeks running with tears. “Do you understand, or do i have to write it down for needy whores like you hm?” His words are downright cruel yet your panties got more damper and damper. The only thing you can let out is soft whimpers and nods at him, your fingers scratching his arms to let you breathe.

“If you lie, i’ll know. Now be good, i’ll see you in a bit.” He pushed his lips against yours, kissing the tender lips softly before pulling away and then out the door.

Your heart was beating so fast, and your core ached, truly ached and sopping wet. You almost cried out at the frustration, but decided that you can take it, you’ll take it. So you decided to just lay there and tried to get some sleep. You thought the desire should’ve burned down for a bit after you wake up, but if anything it grows stronger and made you needier.

You were so desperate that you half expectedly slip your fingertips past through the waistband of your panties, sighing as you dream about the sensation of being touched by him, his fingers, his lips, his tongue, his damn cock. “Please..” You whimpered out to no one in particular, just the surrounding space on his trailer. “Matthew..” You moaned again, this time louder— loud enough that you don’t ever hear him opening the door, your eyes only opened when he slammed it, now standing in front of you, his hands tucked away inside his pants pocket.

“Matthew i—“

“Lay over my lap.” He commanded, the way he said it surely alerted all the nerves inside of you. You drew in a sharp breath, before crawling to where was sat at the edge of the chair, and lay tummy down across his lap, the skirt you wore made it easy for him to slide your panties down and shove them inside your mouth as he palmed your ass, gripping it hard, then before you could even breathe, his palm crashed against your ass cheeks.

“Count, and thank me.”

“One! Thank you Matthew!”

There’s something about her calling his name, begging him to do anything that gets him going every-time. He loves it especially when she’s basked with his scent, his clothes, him just him. Call him simply in love or obsessed, he doesn’t care as long as he’s with her. Being in control helps him relinquish all his stress, but really— it’s her who’s in control, if you want to stop he’ll stop. But he knows, both of them pleased each other and willing to go for miles just to be close and intimate.

“Five! oh! t-thank you.” Her breathing was shallow, her ass was on fire, and her core was dripping wet. This is what he loves about their relationship, the dynamics, and the amount of trusts they have with one another always sparked something inside him and her. God he would die for Y/N.

“Ten! please please!” He smiled, before yanking her hair upwards, bending down— his lips trail kisses from her neck up to her ear as he whispered, “What are you begging for, doll?”

“Touch me! please Matthew!” The way she begged turns him on like no other, yet he knows what she wants, and he’s going to give it to her. Making sure she will learn not to tease him this time.

“You’re so cute, and a mess too. I bet you love it don’t you? being a greedy mess for me?” The condescending tone of his should make her angry, but instead she moaned- she bloody moaned. “uh huh! i’m yours right?”

At that she turns to look at him in the eye, knowing just how frustrated if he sees her eyes, her damn puppy eyes. He knows her trick well enough to give her one more slap before tugging her to stand up shakily, whilst still holding onto her waist so that she won’t fall.

“Here’s what we’re going to do pet, we’re going to your car, and then we’ll wait until we get home. Okay baby?”

“No! no! no please!” Y/N whined as she stomped her foot like a child, the stern line of his jaw clenched as his palm burned and twitch with the need to reminds her to not talk like that to him. Yet he held back, decided to wait until a bit later.

“C’mon brat, fix yourself and let’s go.” And just like that, he walked away packing his things, leaving her wet and ready as tears streamed down her eyes, She’s so damn needy.

Pulling herself up, she fixed her make up as best as she can before gathering her things and catching up to him who’s already situated himself on the driver seat of her car.

If this is the game he wanted to play, then game on, Gubler.

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It started when they were about halfway to their house, long enough to make him believe that she’s well behaved. Uh oh, not when your girl is Y/N, she thinks. She parted her legs wide, pulling the palm that has been resting on her thigh for a while now deeper into where he could feel the heat through her panties.

“Y/N.” Matthew warned, his eyes flicking towards her, but instead of pulling back his hands— he gripped her inner thigh tightly instead causing her to whimper in delight from the mixture of pain and pleasure.

“Yes, M- Oh...” She fluttered her eyes shut as she make a dramatic arch of her back, as she felt his knuckles grazed against her puffy clit. Her free palm reached out to palm his cock through the pants he was wearing, earning strings of ‘fucking brat.’ from him which made her giggle.

“Oh, you’re enjoying this hm? Enjoy testing me like this?” Y/N innocently tilted her head, and shrug as if she’s not giving him a hand job right now. “Ah look at you, so cute. Just remember the consequences, petal.”

She giggled like an angel that she is before leaning to his side as her hand unbutton his pants, earning a loud “Don’t you dare.” From him, which she only replied with a lip bite and then took his hard cock out, gently running her fingertips against the veins.

“Oh but look baby! you’re clearly loving it right now.” She bat her eyelashes up at him before leaning down and place her warm mouth around the head of his cock, causing him to press the gas pedal a bit too hard. “You insatiable fucking minx.” He groaned, one hand on the steering wheel and the other one tangled in her hair pushing her down his cock.

Matthew was trying so hard to focus yet he just couldn’t, who’s to blame him? his girl’s warm mouth is around his cock, and the sight of her bending across the damn center console with her ruined panties on his peripheral vision doesn’t sit well with safety. Finding the nearest abandoned property and pulled over, before pulling her head up.

“Dirty whore, get in the back and get on your hands and knees.” He hissed, as he released the grip on her hair, which she obeyed immediately, crawling to the back seat on hands and knees as he waited for him. They’ve done this enough times to know which position allows them to have the best sensation.

The moment he crawled his lanky self to the backseat, her grip on the leather seat tighten— preparing herself for whats to come. She felt the grip on her waist as Matthew yanked up her skirt and then push her panties to the side before pushing his cock right into her dripping wet cunt, both of them moaning loudly, finally feeling the pleasure they’ve been teased out of each other.

Matthew didn’t spare her anytime to adjust to his impressive length as he immediately begins thrusting with a brutal pace, making sure to dug his nails onto her skin— leaving marks and indents.

“You love this don’t you? fucked in the backseat of your own car like a damn cheap whore.” He whispered harshly, causing her to buck against him— which resulted in quick violent slaps against her ass as he pound his cock into her like a maniac.

“Yours— yours Matthew, fuck.” She cried out, feeling the way his cock nudge her spot every time he thrusted inside making her mewls. Matthew yanked her hair back so Y/N’s back flushed against his front, slowing down his pace.

“You wanna cum baby? yeah?” He muttered darkly, his thrusts slowing down but pressing deeper that she could even feel it inside her tummy. Y/N tried to find the words but she just couldn’t, not when his cock is perfectly nudged against her spot so she cried out a loud yes instead and hoped that her boyfriend would give her mercy.

“Cum, go on..” She let out a confused moan, knowing that he usually don’t let her cum this easy, but paying no mind as she came around his cock, and screamed into the leather seat as Matthew released the grip on her hair.

He let her ride out her orgasm, and she was about to thank him and offered him a blowjob because she think she can’t take anymore pounding feeling overly overstimulated— yet that thought drowned as soon as his hips bucks up and continue to thrust her in a much faster and hard pace causing her to let out screams.

“No! n-no ah! Matthew! too much oh too much!”

“Shh, take it. You want to cum right? so you’ll keep on coming, baby go on.” He laughed against her ear as he keeps on thrusting, feeling himself got close. “N-please..”

“Cum again come on.” He hissed as he could feel the way her walls tightened so deliciously, encasing her velvet around his cock. The minute her screams went high pitched and her body violently shake, he knew she just came and that sent him to shoot heavy spurts inside of her, with heavy breathing and whispers, “Shit. You did so good baby, so so good, Y/N..”

—————

They both come down from their high slowly as Matthew pulled out of her, immediately pulling some tissues from her bag and wipe them both gently— trying not to cause any pain. “Shh it’s okay.. come here baby.” He said as he placed her on top of his lap after he cleaned them both.

“Hey.. I love you so much Y/N.” He whispered, fingers playing with her hair as she smiled against his sweaty neck and whisper a soft “I love you, Matthew. sorry for being a brat.” Which earned her a laugh from him,

“I still love you even if you’re being bratty. Just give me more reason to put you back in your place right princess?” He then move his fingertips to stroke her cheeks, feeling the flesh warmed up to his touch, as his thumb pressed against her lips.

She then opened her lips slowly, letting him push his thumb inside to let her suckle on it. Sometimes after a particularly rough sex like this or just generally when she’s trying to calm herself down, he would let her suck on his fingers. His girl surely has an oral fixation, but its also coping mechanism.

As he heard her breathing slow and even, he smiled— knowing she’s asleep. He waited for few more minutes before laying her on the back seat with a blanket covering her that he pulled out from the trunk, pressing one last kiss on her forehead before going back to the driver seat and then drive back home.

The day was perfect, and Matthew wouldn’t trade it with anything else.

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writeofmind · 4 years

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all night

Genre: smut

Pairing: Dom!Lisa x Reader

Warning: slight kinks

anon: Hi could you make a lisa smut where you and her are dating and she gets jealous or something like the one in rose’s and she makes you eat her out the whole night hehehe

A/N: finally done!! thank you guys for the wait, i hope its steamy, just the way you guys like it. btw, for lisa, i will gladly bruise my knees.

If there was one thing that you loved seeing, it was Lisa in her natural element of performing on stage, or her home that was better known as the practice room.

It was amazing to see how playful Lisa was when she would dance with her members, how during practice she and the staff would mess around, making jokes and sitting on the floor to share a meal together after a long day. You could feel the familial bond in the room whenever you all were together, and it made you happy.

When Lisa was able to become a mentor for an idol group competition, you were ecstatic to see what she would be like as a teacher rather than a student. You imagined that she’d be just as playful, her usual preppy self hopping around the room and giving such careful guidance, beaming her sunshine of a smile at the mentees to give them the encouragement they needed.

However, Lisa in mentor mode was a completely different story.

It came as a surprise to you when you were finally able to sit down and watch her show, and you saw her being the most strict that you had ever seen her. She rarely was smiling, catching any and every slight mistake that the mentees were making. She was harsh, unafraid to call anyone out for not doing their absolute best.

“Babe, you’re being kinda intense, don’t you think?” You asked when you were sitting and watching the show together. Lisa chuckled, lightly shrugging her shoulders.

“I have to be. The idol industry is cruel, they have to understand that.”

You knew she was right. If any of the mentees doubted themselves, or allowed themselves to have any sort of flaw, you knew that the industry would chew them up and spit them right back out. Seeing Lisa train them in such a strong way made you proud, but also, a bit scared.

Though if you were being honest with yourself, you found it pretty hot when Lisa was assertive like that. You were used to her soft and giggly demeanor, and the way she was able to switch up so quickly amazed you.

On few occasions, you were able to accompany Lisa to her mentoring sessions. You would stay to the side and off camera, of course, but you simply enjoyed seeing Lisa work in her element.

Today was one of those days. With nothing planned for yourself, you decided to tag along with her, and she was more than happy to have you come. Lisa liked when you went with her to the shoots, more so because she always caught the way you looked at her when she was mentoring, though she never told you that she knew.

As you stood off to the side with your arms crossed, smiling humorously at Lisa’s strict personality, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned your head and saw a staff member standing behind you.

“Oh, hi,” you smiled, “I’m sorry, am I in the way?”

“No, not at all,” they smiled, “I just see you a lot around here. I’m new-ish, but you aren’t a part of the staff, are you?”

You shook your head. “Oh, no. I just come to watch, I’m with Lisa.”

You figured that you saying that would be enough innuendo for them to understand. You never wanted to explicitly state you and Lisa’s relationship for the sake of privacy; if they knew, they knew, and if not, you weren’t going to go out of your way to broadcast it.

“Ah, yeah! Lisa is really great, huh?”

You nodded as you spoke with them, after all, you wanted to be friendly with the staff that Lisa was working with. You didn’t notice the small glances from across the room.

“So since you’re with Lisa, do you dance also?”

You raised your eyebrows and shook your head with a laugh. “Definitely not. Maybe a bit, but I leave that to her.”

You did, however, catch the staff’s eyes scan you up and down. They smiled, “That’s a shame, I could see you up there with the mentees. You have the looks for it.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the compliment. Comments like this weren’t foreign to you, so you knew to simply brush them off. They always did flatter you, and you would indulge in them- after all, what was wrong with a little shameless teasing?

“You think so? Maybe one day you will see me up there. I hope you don’t enjoy it too much.” You winked, and just as you did, you felt arms wrap around your waist. You turned your head to glance behind you, seeing Lisa resting her head on your shoulder, though her eyes were not on you and did not seem inviting in the slightest. You hadn’t even realized that the show was having a commercial break.

“Oh, hey, love,” you brought intertwined your fingers to bring her hand up for a kiss. She smiled at the action yet said nothing in return, merely glaring at the blushing staff member next to you.

Luckily, before Lisa could even open her mouth to comment something snarky, someone called for the staff and they scurried away with their faces as red as a tomato.

“After this, we’ll be done filming for today. Let’s go straight home.” Lisa’s voice was deadpan. You raised an eyebrow, “I thought you wanted to go to dinner after this?”

“No.” Again, her stern voice, “Home is fine.”

“Okay, okay, baby.” You laughed a little, figuring that her mentor personality just hadn’t worn off yet. You kissed her cheek, and she clung to your side for the rest of the shoot, all up until the two of you finally reached home.

When you unlocked the door and the two of you walked inside, Lisa finally spoke up.

“So. You wanna tell me what was going on on-set?”

You ticked your head as you tossed your jacket over the couch. Lisa stood in front of you with her arms crossed and eyebrow raised, expecting you to say something— when you didn’t, she narrowed her eyes.

“The staff member?” She snapped, “Blatantly flirting with you?”

Ah, yes. You let out a laugh and shook your head, attempting to get closer to her, but she took a step back. “Lisa, my love, you think everyone flirts with me.”

“That’s because they do! You’re just oblivious.” Lisa sighed and shook her head, “And I know you play back, y/n.”

“Because everyone knows I’m yours, baby,” you swooped in to take Lisa by her hips, gently guiding her until her back pressed against the wall. You smiled at her and leaned in to give her a kiss.

Lisa knew you were charismatic, but she beat herself up every time she gave in to your flirtatious tactics. Except, she had a better idea in mind.

“Yeah, everyone should know that,” she grinned as she bit your bottom lip, “but little do they know, is that I’m the only one who can get you like this.”

She puts her hands to your chest to push you away, her eyes changing in a split second. You raised your eyebrows in surprise when she rested her hand at the top of your head.

“You have a lot to do before I forgive you.” Her voice was low now, enough to send shivers up and down your spine.

“On your knees, baby.” Lisa gently pushed you down until you were kneeled right before her. You kept your eyes up and focused on her as you slowly did as she said, tucking one knee after another beneath your thighs. You knew better than to look away, and were smart enough to know that disobeying her would only end badly for you.

“I think you teased me enough for one day,” her index finger traced the outline of your jaw before resting right under your chin to lift your face, “don’t you?”

You found yourself unable to even speak. The look in Lisa’s eyes was thrilling, and the feeling in your stomach grew stronger as each second passed. You watched as she slid a finger into the sides of her bottoms, pushing them past her toned thighs as seductively as she could, her underwear going down with them. She smiled at the sight of your eyes following her every motion.

She takes your collar, gently, and makes sure to pull you closer to her before making her next move.

When Lisa spread her legs to rest her thigh over your shoulder, it felt as if all of your blood rushed to your cheeks. As she leaned against the wall, you watched as her juices slicked along the insides of her thighs, little pearls of her arousal already glistening and dripping from her core. You licked your lips at the sight.

From the seductive look on Lisa’s face, the curves of her body and flat of her abs as she took deep breaths, muscles contracting with every second of anticipation, the very feeling of your own heat between your legs— the excitement in you just kept on spiking.

You felt her fingers thread themselves in the hairs on the back of your head before curling and pulling you closer to her cunt.

“You know how to please me, bad girl,” she cooed, “I’m waiting on you.”

In your kneeling position, you looked up at Lisa through your eyelashes. She gave you a smile, not a sweet one, but one that said take me.

With that, you wasted no time in letting your tongue dart from your mouth and bury itself between her folds, already eagerly catching and licking every drop of cum that threatened to fall.

“Oh, sh—” Lisa’s head pressed against the wall as she gripped your hair. Her mouth hung open with nothing but soft moans and whispers of your name.

You circled her clit with your tongue, dragging the flat of it up and back down to her entrance, where you eased the tip of your tongue into her slowly. You bob your head, tracing back up where you latch onto her clit, closing your eyes and humming at the sweet taste that you only craved more of.

Lisa’s lip was caught between her teeth as she let out a throaty moan. She slowly began to move her hips along with the movements of your tongue, making sure that your tongue was able to reach her in the places that made her scream.

Your eyes raised up at her, making eye contact. As she looked down at you, she grinned, pulling you away so that she could see the mess she was making on your face. Her juices were glistening on your lips, and it took everything in Lisa to not pull you up an make out with you right then.

Knowing exactly what she was doing, you returned her smile, and let your tongue trail along your upper lip as you swiped your bottom with your thumb, sticking your tongue out to clean it before sucking on it yourself.

You saw Lisa’s eyes visibly darken. She took your chin in one hand and pulled your hand away from your mouth with the other. While holding your jaw, her own thumb dragged your bottom lip down, opening your mouth and marveling at your tongue that eagerly reached out to invite her in.

She lets her thumb slide past your lips and sighs at the butterflies that fills her stomach when she feels the wetness of your tongue. You look back down at her dripping cunt as you swirled and sucked on her thumb, thinking of how it was such a waste to let her juices drip anywhere but into your mouth.

You let her thumb go with a *pop*, smiling up at her like an obedient puppy.

“Ahh, you’re so cute,” Lisa ran her slender fingers through your hair to grab a handful yet again. She was breathing uneven breaths, you could tell by the shivering of her abdomen, but as you gazed at her, a warm feeling swarmed your stomach.

“Only for you,” you hummed before diving back in to your lover’s garden. This time, you skim your fingers up her thighs as if you were catching ice cream dripping from a cone, reaching the cause of the spills before your two fingers easily slid themselves inside.

“Fuck— baby—” Lisa moaned when you stretched her pussy out with scissoring motions, flicking your wrist as you did the same with your tongue. Drips of nectar began to run along the back of your hand, a grin crossing your face knowing that you were doing your job well.

A gasp came from Lisa when you removed your fingers, only to take her other thigh in your arm to throw it over your opposite shoulder as well. Adjusting yourself, you wrapped your arms around the outside of her highs, allowing her room to lean as comfortably as she could on the wall. In this position, you were able to look directly down at Lisa’s leaking core. The pinks of her folds looked as beautiful as rose petals covered in morning dew, her aroused bud poking out and begging to be taken in your tongue again.

You raised your eyes to see Lisa’s hands now against the wall above her head as she watched you in anticipation. Not wanting to disappoint, you looked back down and opened your mouth.

Slowly, you let your own spit drip from your lips. Lisa’s breath hitched at the sight.

When you leaned in, you arched her hips upwards, and Lisa cried out as you pushed your tongue into her sopping wet core. You bobbed your head, making sure to reach as far inside her as you could before withdrawing your tongue to take her pearl between your lips, sucking tenderly, sighing in bliss to send chills up her spine.

“God, fuck, y/n—” Lisa’s hips stuttered, only to cause you to grip her thighs tighter, burying your face as far as you could go to keep her steady. Your tongue never stopped its assault despite the many whines and moans coming from your lover above you. You kept it moving in regulated strokes, alternating between flicking her clit and spreading her walls to lick her cavern within.

With each lick of her core, you were able to see for all but a quick second, the way her pussy would clench in hopes that your tongue would be there.

Lisa’s body was beginning to fall apart, right in your arms. You felt the way her thighs began to tremble, the way they slowly and gradually started to move close to your ears in an attempt to close them. Your hands held them tight, your tongue spelling out incoherent words of love on her clit, and after you recited your sonnet, Lisa broke.

Her moans began to grew muffled by the way she clenched her thighs around your head with one final cry, her eyes rolling back into her head as her hands tried to grip the wall behind her.

Lisa cums on your tongue with the most beautiful look on her face, and you were sure to marvel at the way her body arched from the wall, her toned stomach muscles clenching with her as she gasped and slumped back into your hold. Her breathing was erratic, sweat beading her forehead, but she was the most gorgeous sight you could ever lay your eyes on.

She catches you staring and gives you a weak smile.

“Do you forgive me yet?” You kissed her inner thigh, earning a twitch in return. Though she looked tired just a second ago, Lisa grins with her bottom lip between her teeth, and shakes her head.

“Not yet. You’re going to have to go all night, baby.”

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buckybeardreams · 3 years

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Unwanted

Chapters: 6/11

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Brock Rumlow, James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Harley Keener

Additional Tags: Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Steve Rogers, Omega Tony Stark, Service Top, Dominant Bottom, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Virgin Steve Rogers, Brock Rumlow is a Good Bro, Sam Wilson Is a Good Bro, Romantic Soulmates, First Meetings, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sappy, Romantic Fluff, Awkwardness, Drinking to Cope, Self-Worth Issues, Insecure Tony Stark, Insecure Steve Rogers, Age Difference, Harley Keener is Tony Stark's Biological Child, Bonding, Claiming Bites, Claiming, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mpreg, Non-Explicit Sex, Light Dom/sub, Mutual Masturbation, Coming Untouched, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Wordcount: 10.000-30.000, Knotting

Series: Part 1 of Second Chances

Summary:

Steve is a soft Alpha and Tony is an in charge kind of Omega with no desire to find a mate. He doesn't want to find his soulmate and when he does meet Steve he's determined to stay away from him.

That is until he realizes just how right they are for each other.

Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4 Ch 5 Ch 6 Ch 7 Ch 8 Ch 9 Ch 10 Ch 11

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"Can I dry you off?" Steve blurted out.

Tony raised a brow at him.

"Excuse me?"

"Your hair... it's wet," Steve said lamely, touching the end of one of the curls that framed Tony's face.

"Yeah, I guess," Tony said, because he didn't know what else to say to the odd request.

Tony grabbed Steve's hand and tugged him down the hall and into the bathroom. Steve shifted awkwardly on his feet and Tony hopped up on the counter.

"Towels are in there." Tony pointed to a built-in cabinet.

Tony blushed bright red and bit his lip as Steve rubbed a towel over his head. There was something so tender about the way he did it that made Tony feel strange. It was a good kind of strange, but strange nonetheless. When his hair was as dry as it was gonna get Steve set the towel down and they just stared at each other for a moment.

"Thank you," Tony breathed out, feeling all fuzzy inside.

Steve nodded, clearing his throat and blushing.

"Um, yeah, of course."

Tony licked his lips and jumped down and Steve stumbled backwards, caught off guard by how close they suddenly were. Tony just giggled and headed off to raid Brock's closet for dry clothes, running his fingers through his hair in an attempt to tame the mess of curls.

*****

Steve couldn't stop staring at Tony during dinner and Tony kept blushing and squirming which just made Steve blush and squirm too. Brock just rolled his eyes at them.

"I'm glad you both stopped being stupid, but you need to stop being so damn awkward."

Tony narrowed his eyes at him before smiling a little too innocently.

"Would you rather me bend over the table and let him knot me?" Tony asked sweetly, batting his eyes at Brock.

Steve choked on the bite of pasta in his mouth, coughing and pounding his fist on his chest.

"What?" Steve wheezed.

Tony and Brock burst out laughing and Sam reached over to thump Steve's back.

"You okay, man?" Sam asked him.

Steve waved him off.

"Yeah, fine," Steve managed.

That seemed to break the ice at least. Tony and Brock started chatting after that, teasing each other, all laughs and smiles. Steve and Sam were mostly silent, watching their Omegas like they were celestial beings sent down from the heavens to grace them with their presence. When the night ended Steve offered to walk Tony home. Tony just laughed at that.

"Nah, I can get myself home just fine," Tony said, smiling.

He pressed closer, slipped his hand into Steve's back pocket to pluck out his phone and pouted when he realized it was locked.

"0-8-1-0," Steve offered up unprompted.

Tony blinked up at him in surprise before smirking. He added his number and handed the phone back.

"Text me, yeah?" Tony ran his hands up Steve's chest.

Steve couldn't believe his luck. Why someone like Tony wanted someone like him, Steve would never know, but he was thrilled to have the opportunity to prove himself to his Omega.

"Yes, sir," Steve whispered, feeling breathless like Tony had reached inside his lungs and stole the air from him.

Tony giggled and shook his head in amusement, close enough to Steve for his curls to bounce across his chest. Tony leaned his weight against him.

"You can call me Tony."

Steve nodded, hesitating only briefly before running a hand down Tony's spine. Tony shivered, rubbing his face against Steve's pecs which were remarkably soft for how ridiculously defined they were.

"What about pretty Omega? Can I call you that or will you go off about being an independent Omega that doesn't need an Alpha's validation to know you're pretty?"

Tony rolled his eyes, smiling softly.

"Yeah, whatever. I guess I can allow it. As long as you know I don't need your compliments to know just how hot I am."

Steve chuckled.

"You're gorgeous, Tony, but for what it's worth, I love that you know what you want."

"Yeah? Because you like being bossed around?" Tony teased.

Steve blushed, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yeah, I do," Steve mumbled shyly.

Tony grinned at him, standing up on his tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek.

"Text me when you get home, yeah?" Tony said with a smirk.

Steve nodded.

"Yes, si-- Tony."

Tony just shook his head again in amusement, his eyes sparkling.

How did he possibly end up with someone so perfectly suited to him?

It clearly was a match made in the heavens.

"Good boy," Tony purred.

"Can I text you on the way home?" Steve blurted out, blushing bright red when he realized what he'd asked.

Tony raised his brows in surprise.

"Clingy much?" Tony teased.

He regretted it instantly when Steve's face fell.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked that--"

Tony cut him off before he could continue to apologize, cupping his cheek and shushing him.

"Hey, no, I was just teasing. You can be clingy. It's cute."

The smile Tony got from that was blinding and his heart fluttered in his chest the whole way home.

*****

They texted back and forth as they headed to their separate locations and Steve told Tony the moment he got home. Tony told Steve when he got home, too, and Steve felt like he was going to melt into a puddle on the floor of his apartment. He was desperately in love with Tony and really that wasn't a shock. That's just the way it was supposed to be with soulmates.

Tony was just as hopelessly lost on Steve, his sweet, blushing Alpha. Tony fell into bed that night with a sigh, a grin on his lips. He just couldn't seem to stop smiling. Unfortunately, his smile did fade when the loneliness kicked in. He spent an hour tossing and turning restlessly before giving in and calling Steve. The phone only rang once before Steve picked up, sounding just as awake as Tony felt.

"Tony?" Steve asked, like he couldn't believe that Tony was really calling him.

There was also a squeak to his voice that made Tony suspicious.

"Why do you sound guilty? What are you doing?" Tony demanded.

Steve stumbled over his words for a moment before managing to form a full sentence.

"I was t-touching myself," Steve confessed, his voice barely audible.

Steve still had a hand wrapped around himself, but the fingers that had been inside of him were now wrapped around his phone.

"Oh really?" Tony said, his voice shifting to teasing, slower, smoother, thick as honey. "You being naughty, Alpha?"

"Um, yes?" Steve squeaked uncertainly.

Tony had never told him he couldn't touch himself, so he hadn't even thought to ask permission first. Tony giggled and Steve loved the sound of it right in his ear. He groaned, his hand squeezing his base, applying pressure to try and find some kind of relief to the sheer amount of horny this Omega was inflicting upon him.

"Okay, here's what we're gonna do. I can't sleep anyway, so we're gonna play a game."

Steve was immediately interested, holding his breath as he waited for Tony to continue.

"You like to finger yourself, Steve?"

Steve swallowed hard.

"Y-yes, sir."

"Good, I want you to get your hand off your dick and finger yourself. We're both gonna finger ourselves and come untouched," Tony told him. "Sound good?"

Steve nodded, whimpering.

"Tony, I'm not sure I can come untouched."

Alphas didn't have a g-spot like Omegas did, but this just made Tony coo at him.

"Aw, are you worried that you'll get all frustrated, Alpha?"

Steve whined high in his throat at the thought.

"If you don't get a release, Alpha, that's really not my problem, but if I don't get my release, then we're gonna have a real problem. So why don't you be a good boy and get some fingers inside of you? Open yourself up and make pretty sounds for me to get off on."

Steve moaned at the thought of his Omega getting off on his sounds. He wanted that so badly.

"O-okay, sir."

Tony bit his lip.

"Put me on speaker," Tony instructed, putting his own phone on speaker and setting the phone next to him on the mattress.

He could hear the shuffling as Steve did the same and then he heard the groan when Steve shoved his fingers back inside of himself, one hand holding his cheek, his fingers trying to dig in as far as they could go. Steve really wanted more. It wasn’t nearly enough, but Tony had said to use his fingers. Steve wasn't about to disobey his Omega.

If Tony thought that Steve made pretty sounds, moaning and groaning, whining and whimpering as he got closer to his release but struggled to push himself over the edge, then Steve thought Tony made the prettiest goddamn sounds in the world. Tony whined and whimpered and Steve could hear the rustling of his sheets as he squirmed on the bed, damn near sobbing as he got close.

"Alpha, Alpha, 'm so close, so close," Tony whined.

Steve whined back, sounding distressed because he didn't think he would get a release and the thought of staying frustrated all night, maybe even longer if Tony didn't give him permission to come in the morning, was just too much.

When Tony came though, crying out for his Alpha, it was enough to push Steve over the edge and he lost himself for a blinding moment, pleasure overwhelming him and relief flooding through him. It was when they were coming down from their highs, panting heavily and barely able to talk, that Steve groaned out,

"Fuck, I love you."

There was a beat of silence where Steve realized what he said and Tony's heart froze, before speeding up until he thought it might burst out of his chest.

Tony didn't know if he loved Steve. He knew he should, because they were made for each other. He thought that maybe he did, but it was too soon. He couldn't admit it to himself, let alone to Steve.

"Go to sleep, pretty Alpha. You did so good for me," Tony murmured instead. "You sound so damn pretty when you're all frustrated."

Steve bit his lip.

He wished he hadn't said I love you. Saying it and then having his Omega not say it back dulled his high, brought him back to the ground painfully quick. The sun that had just been shining on him disappeared and the gray crept in around the edges, threatening rainstorms.

"Night, Tony," Steve managed, hanging up and rolling onto his side. He curled in on himself and the tears poured down his cheeks.

Tony swallowed hard, his eyes shutting, sleep evading him as the hours stretched on.

*****

Steve felt like shit when he peeled himself out of bed the next morning. He went through his morning routine, but he might as well have been a zombie. All he could think about was Tony and how he hadn't said I love you back. Steve was startled out of his stupor by a knock on the door. He frowned as he opened it.

"Tony?" Steve said, shocked by the unexpected sight of his Omega, his hair disheveled and sticking up all over the place and a pout on his lips.

Tony wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss.

"I love you, Alpha. I should have said it last night, but I was scared."

Just like that the sun was shining again and Steve grinned at his Omega.

"Shh, it's okay. I'm just happy you're here."

Tony huffed.

"Don't shush me. I'll shush you, stupid Alpha," Tony grumbled. "Shhhh."

Despite his grumbling, Tony pressed closer and purred happily.

"I love you, pretty Omega," Steve murmured in his ear.

Tony couldn't help the blush on his cheeks and the grin on his lips, but he hid his face in Steve's chest so his Alpha wouldn't see.

"Shut up," Tony mumbled into his shirt.

Steve laughed and pressed a kiss to his hair.

"You're cute, you know that?"

Tony lifted his head to glare at Steve.

"Make me some coffee. I haven't had any yet."

Steve's lips twitched.

"As you wish, my pretty little Omega."

Tony rolled his eyes at him, pulling away to plop down on the couch and kicking his shoes off. Steve shook his head in amusement, shutting the door and grabbing Tony's shoes to place on the shoe rack, before heading off to the kitchen to fetch some coffee for his spoiled Omega. Steve made pancakes, too, and all of his domestic work was made worth it when Tony smiled at him and murmured good boy.

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kpopbopz · 5 years

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BTS | bratty sub (nsfw)

request: hiiiii can i get a bts reaction to his chubby s/o being extremely submissive but also very bratty? thank you!

a/n: of course you can ~ I didn’t make it specifically for chubby s/o but it’s implied that you can interpret any body type you would like so all readers can enjoy. I hope you enjoy regardless.

♡.

Kim Seokjin (Jin)

Seokjin normally did not control what you wear when you both went out, but that’s because you knew that he wouldn’t want you to wear something so revealing and open as you did. It’s not that he had a hold over you, but you knew that he would be more comfortable knowing that he wouldn’t get turned on in public effortlessly and that he didn’t have to watch for other people looking at you.

You knew that you wanted to tease him and refuse to change when he asked you to. Instead, all you did was strut past him out of the door, mumbling something into his ear about not having panties on even though your dress was short as is barely concealing this fact.

When you got in the car, you could see that he was fuming, but all of a sudden, calmed down, keeping his demeanor controlled and intact. Little did you know, he had a plan.

When you both got to the restaurant for your date and were seated, did he lower his hand onto your thigh beneath the table, speaking in a low voice that caused you to shiver.

“You know,” his fingers grazed over your skin as he forced his hand between your juicy thighs, “if you think you’re going to tease me without consequences, think again.” He swiftly pushed two fingers inside of you, causing you to gasp at his sudden movements. “You’re already so wet and I’ve barely begun kitten. Hm, let’s play a game since you wanted to misbehave okay? If you make a noise, you lose toy privileges for a month. So keep quiet.”

♡.

Min Yoongi (Suga)

Yoongi was not the type to get angry often, but you surely did know how to upset him with your bratty behavior. Not only did you disobey his rules, but you did it in public, overall embarrassing him and showing that he didn’t have as much control over you as much as he thought he did. So he was going to gain that respect back, immediately.

He told you not to wear slutty things around the other group members because he didn’t feel comfortable with you parading yourself around them and showing off what’s his unless he requested it. So since you were so desperate to get his attention, you had decided to do exactly that. While all the boys were sitting around the living room, you thought that you’d rile Yoongi up a bit and show him the new lingerie set you bought by catwalking right in front of all seven pairs of eyes.

“Yah!” Jimin called out while covering his eyes with his hands, immediately inducting all the others to look away except for Suga himself whose strong yet calm gaze made you already regret your bold decision—but there was no turning back now.

“Do you like it?” you questioned with a bit of uncertainty in your voice that this was a good choice. All he did was smirk, stand, and lead you both back into his room. Long story short, he had you tied up on the bed within the first five minutes of being behind closed doors as he sat in a chair across the room, watching you squirm at the vibrator he stuck in your panties. Also, you weren’t allowed to cum until he said so, having a camera record the entire thing since you liked to be watched so much. He made you beg for it and definitely wasn’t so lenient considering you needed to be put back into your place.

“Shouldn’t have pissed me off and broken the rules princess,” he said coyly.

♡.

Jung Hoseok (J-Hope)

Hoseok wasn’t supposed to catch you with your favorite toy bringing you closer to a climax. He was supposed to be at work but he came home early because he wanted to treat you today only to find you breaking one of his rules established between the two of you, and that was that you couldn’t play with your toys without permission.

The morning after he was finished with you, seven orgasms later; you wandered into the kitchen with a slight limp to your step. The other members tried not to notice as they were sprawled about with their breakfast and preparing for the day.

“Would you like to sit and eat with us Y/n?” Seokjin asked politely as he started to prepare a plate for you. You winced lightly at the idea of sitting down because not only did Hoseok spanked your ass raw, good enough for you not to be able to sit for an entire week or so, but he had a remote-controlled plug nuzzled inside of you and definitely was not afraid to use it.

“No, t-thank you Jin, I’ll—” you groaned, hunching over and trying to play the start of vibrations inside you as if it was a stomach cramp or something. “—take my breakfast in bed.”

This only caused Hoseok to smirk and take a bite into his apple as he toyed with the remote underneath the table. The only words repeating in your head was that you should’ve followed the rules.

♡.

Kim Namjoon (RM)

Namjoon may not have seemed like the type to roughly discipline, and he wasn’t. Typically whenever you broke some rule or something, you’d pout and he’d scold you a bit or maybe give you a couple of spankings before smothering and praising you.

This time, however, you were being a real brat and testing his patience on another level but who could blame you? Your Joonie had been so busy lately that he hadn’t given you an orgasm in a whole two weeks because he’d been too tired or too busy. You decided you’d take a stand by marching right into practice with him and the other boys and demand for him to take a break.

“No baby,” he said sternly, “you can’t be here right now, I’ll be home to take care of you later. Now go.” But you weren’t taking no for an answer to started to pout, crossing your arms, stomping your feet and all. He was going to fuck you today, that you were determined to make happen.

“I’m not getting fucked into the mattress right now and that is an outrage Kim Namjoon!” you exclaimed, causing his face to warm up more than it already was. “I deserve to get dicked down, right now,” you continued to whine right in front of his group members, causing him to come up to you immediately and grab your chin, making sure to make eye contact.

“Go home. Now,” he warned you once more. It took a slight moment of hesitation but you figured it couldn’t get much worse than the predicament you were in now as you boldly answered back ‘no’. At this, he simply smirked, dismissed the rest of the boys for lunch and dragged you to a nearby couch, undoing his jeans as he forced you down onto your knees.

“Since you like to talk back, disrespect me, and seem to have a smart mouth,” he slapped your face gently with his *uNmEntioNabLe*, “we’re going to put it to good use.”

♡.

Park Jimin

Everyone knew that making Jimin upset, was one of the worst things you could do for yourself. But that’s actually what you decided to do because you wanted to see how far you could push him. Perks of being a brat.

From the start of the day, you had been whiny, pouty, sassy, and most of all—just plain bratty. He would give you instructions and you’d scoff or roll your eyes to the point where he had to warn you to watch yourself. “Don’t forget who’s in charge here,” he’d mention. “Stop acting like a brat and be good, otherwise I’m going to punish you and I mean it.” The last three words sent a distinct shiver through your body as you smirked and plotted a more devious plan to make that happen.

When it was around time for the boys to practice, you intentionally gave your attention to Jungkook, getting in the way of active progress as well as making him a bit uncomfortable with “innocent” flirting. The moment Jimin had noticed, he sent daggers to you, crossing the room and dragging you out by your arm.

Once you both got to a secure spot that was away from any pairs of lingering eyes or ears, he shoved you against the wall. “Didn’t I tell you to behave?” he questioned, shoving your pants and undergarments down enough to give him proper access. “Didn’t I? Now I’m going to have to fuck some sense into you because you want to act like a damn brat.” And that’s exactly what he did.

♡.

Kim Taehyung (V)

Taehyung had brought you to a small get together with of course the other boys and some different group members. He wholeheartedly did not expect you to act out in any shape or form, but that’s exactly what you did.

He could tell that you were just feeling needy, so he tried to get it under control before you decided to misbehave. When he noticed you began to be a little whiny and making those dewy eyes that said you needed something up inside you immediately, he grabbed your side and squeezed, speaking low into your ear. “Be good for me angel and I’ll make sure you reward you when we go home.” But you didn’t want to wait until you both got home, you wanted him now.

When he sat down, talking to a small group of his friends, you immediately trailed over to him and sat down in his lap. At first, he didn’t mind, but then you started to wiggle your hips, trying to purposely get a rise out of him. He quietly groaned in between his words, using his strong grip to try to get you to sit still but of course, you didn’t. Eventually, he couldn’t take anymore and excused the both of you before dragging you into the bathroom.

“Strip. Now,” he demanded, undoing his belt as he glared at you. “Hurry up before I make your punishment worse then what I already have in mind.”

♡.

Jeon Jungkook

Under all his sweet and goofiness, Jungkook was a pure dom. If you triggered that side of him, he would not hold back his dominant nature. You knew exactly how to trigger him too and wouldn’t hesitate to put you right back into your place.

You had been watching a movie with him and the guys, snuggled up on his side. You weren’t even paying attention to the film anymore because you were too focused on how good he smelled and how nice he was to touch. Slowly, you allowed your hand to lower down his torso, edging closer to his member that was growing more and more by the second, causing him to shift underneath you, moving his hand to grip your forearm. You had a blanket covering the both of you but that didn’t stop him from checking to see if the other members had noticed.

“Baby bunny,” he whined into your ear, low enough for nobody else to hear besides you, “do not tease me or you’ll regret it.” But you didn’t listen, continuing to grip his bulge through his sweat pants. He groaned and tried to act like he was clearing his throat, shifting once again but this time pulling you to sit on his lap.

Somehow he was able to maneuver himself out of his pants and your underwear off to the side, pushing himself inside of you beginning to grind up into you. “Make a sound, and you’re not going to cum tonight,” he mentioned as you shut your mouth quickly, trying to control any possible sound that could escape from your throat.

♡.

a/n: you’re welcome. like & reblog please.

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kylosbrickhousebody · 4 years

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Ch 22 of Club Starkiller is up

Back on my BDSM bullshit

Ch 22 on AO3

Rhea stares, mouth agape, for several long seconds.

“Um. Hi.”

It takes a moment, but she eventually shakes her head on pure instinct: she doesn’t need to be told that there’s no way that will fly.

“Hello, Sir.”

Master Ben turns his head in Cullen’s direction, but his eyes stay trained on her.

She resists the urge to shiver from the intensity of his focus.

“What’s going on here?” A small smirk curves the end of his lips.

“Was about to fuck and she started to panic. Yellowed out.” Master Cullen strokes the skin just above one knee. Gentle. Thank god. “Said it felt a little too impersonal and unfamiliar in the moment.”

The taller of the two shifts his weight. The expression he wears morphs, becomes more serious. Cullen looks over at him.

“You’re the most familiar to her of anyone here. Thought you could bring that personal touch.”

Ben nods once, up and down, slow. He glances back at her, roves his eyes over her body and up to meet hers. He holds her gaze there, steady. He’s searching for something.

This time a little shiver of vulnerability gets to her. She tenses her muscles, tries to disguise it as best she can.

Something in his cheek jumps; perhaps he’s found whatever he’s looking for.

“I’d be happy to.”

He steps forward and around the table just as Cullen steps back. The latter man shucks the condom, reaches for a new one. He’s lost part of his erection, and of course he has: it would be jarring if he stayed fully hard through the beginnings of a panic attack.

Master Ben comes to a stop by her left hip, hands in pockets. His eyes sweep over her again, this time more measured, more observant.

“How are you feeling?”

She bites the inside of her cheek briefly. She can’t really explain it: he just carries a web of energy around him. It would be so much easier to ignore it all—to ignore him—if he were just a rude bastard all the time, no frills, no nuance. Nothing pulling her closer to him.

“I’m okay.” She clears her throat of the phlegm making her sound smaller, more restrained than she really is. “Thanks.”

He nods, considering. “Mhm hm.” His head cocks slightly to one side. “You can take more time if you need it.”

She doesn’t need time to consider the offer. Taking too long a break from the scene would only spike her anxiety. She can’t bear to just lay there and think about it all for too long.

“I’m fine.”

He nods once. Either side of his jaw flexes.

He reaches out—its so confusing, how she simultaneously wants to lean into his touch and also jump off the other side of the table—and long fingers grasp at the fabric of her slip.

He tugs twice.

“This is pretty.”

The surprise of it has her picking up her head to glance down as if she couldn’t remember her own garment.

“Oh.” The word forms its very shape in her lips, which stay that way for a long moment. “I’m…” she shakes her head as if to clear it, “there’s so much fabric.”

Ben chuckles.

Rhea suppresses the squirm, how she wants to curl into the noise, pull it like a warm blanket over her body.

She stops, catches herself. Her brows knit together even as she doesn’t notice.

“It’s sheer. You might as well be naked.” His gaze doubles over her body again. “I’ll never object to naked.”

He smirks, maybe a little fondly, when she shivers again.

He seems to know exactly how he affects her, which is doubly annoying given that she can’t seem to find the same words for herself.

Cullen strokes his length somewhere off to the left of her. He works patiently to harden himself again, gives the two others a wide berth to—

Well, what are they doing?

“Stand for a moment.”

She blinks up at the Dom, at the dark cable-knit sweater fitted over his chest. Huh?

“Stand, Rhea.” He gestures to the stepladder at the end of the medical table.

She pushes herself up onto her elbows, glances at him once for confirmation. He nods. She ignores the rush of blood from her head and places two wobbly feet onto the platform below the table.

Ben tears off the paper lining the medical bed; the sound of it makes her jump, makes her glance back behind her.

He balls it up in two large hands and tosses it aside.

“Don’t need to hear crunch crunch crunch while you fuck her,” he comments to Cullen, who rolls his eyes.

“Of course you’d notice something like that.”

“It’s an obnoxious sound. Distracting.” Brown eyes—always deeper than she expects, more intense than seems appropriate—jump back to her. He gestures to the bed again. “Sit on the edge.”

It’s a perfect time to back-talk—to assert that she doesn’t care what he wants—but she can’t find it in herself to object. She feels herself turning, sitting down on the edge of the bed without complaint.

Dammit.

Somewhere behind her, Ben bunches dark slacks around his thighs and hikes some of the pant leg up. He swings one limb over the bed, straddles it. Then he scoots up until his chest presses against her back, encircles her waist with his hands so he can pull her against him.

“There,” he coos into her ear knowingly. It’s controlling—self-righteous—but the tender undertones hook into her, make it harder to defy him. “That’s better, isn’t it.”

It sounds more statement than question. She lets her head move back to rest against his shoulder. There’s little point in arguing: it’s so obvious that this is, indeed, better.

She’s less cold.

So much less alone.

She nods just slightly, a little reluctant.

Master Ben moves behind her so his arms wrap around hers, so his shoulders feel like they’re encasing hers. She lets herself melds into the feel of him: she has little other option, really, and if she’s being honest, she might even—might even want to—and—

“Shhhh. That’s enough.” He seems to know, somehow, that there’s something going on in her head. He tucks a wayward strand of hair behind her ear, moves his right hand up to wrap around her throat. Large, warm fingers stroke the skin there before giving a light, brief squeeze. Ben maneuvers her chin so she has little choice but to look at him.

“I take it you’ve gotten the disobedience out for today.” He waits for an answer. Her lips part; she blinks up at his gaze. “Is that right?”

Rhea swallows. She glances down at her hands, then back. She lets herself nod.

“That’s right?”

“Yes.” Her voice cracks on the word. She clears her throat again. “Yes, Sir.”

He nods once; that little sparkle in his eyes reappears just as it had when he’d flogged her. “Good. Then you’ve no need to worry.” Two fingers move up her neck to stroke along her jaw. “You belong to us now. Let us do the thinking. Your job is to feel and to obey.”

Her head nods before she fully processes the sentence. He nods along with her, holds eye contact for a long moment. She realizes somewhere in the saner part of her brain that he’s conditioning her; he’s mimicking some of her body language to reinforce the behavior he wants. It would annoy her except—

Except, for some reason, it doesn’t.

It makes her feel safer.

It’s all she can do to hold back the dumb smile that tries to form on her lips.

“We’re going to make all the decisions for you now.” His hand is back on her neck, fingers curling around it as if a makeshift collar, “And you want that, too, because you’re our sweet, submissive little whore.”

She thinks she feels her pupils dilating—is that even possible? —and this time fails to keep her face so neutral. Her mouth falls a little open.

“Tell me.”

“I—” she stammers. “Which part.”

“You know which part.”

Stupid, nervous giggles bubble up in her chest; the rational side of her brain wants to punch out whoever this Rhea is, wants to punch him too.

“I don’t—I don’t know if I can say that with a straight face.”

“I’ll accept ‘submissive little whore’ if ‘sweet’ is too lewd.”

That makes her laugh—at least, until she realizes that he’s still entirely serious.

“You’re for real.”

“Completely.” He meets her eyes levelly. “I gave you a command.”

She blanches. Rhea opens her mouth, then closes it.

“I—”

“Tell me, Rhea.”

It’s a little softer than she expects, though its firm undertone makes it clear she can’t disobey without consequence. There’s a husky quality to his voice now. It zaps her between her thighs; she can feel a wave of lubrication escape her. Ridiculous, really, what he manages to do with words alone—

“I’m. I’m a whore.”

It sounds absurd—she barely believes herself, so there’s no way he’ll find it pleasing—but surely saying it poorly is better than not saying it at all.

Master Ben’s face doesn’t register any disappointment. It occurs to her, with a confusing pang of her own disappointment, that he probably didn’t expect an exemplary performance.

Those long, warm fingers tighten so that he cups her jaw firmly.

“My whore,” he corrects.

“Your whore,” she repeats back to him, voice barely a ghost of a whisper.

He gazes at her mouth for a long moment.

“And what kind of whore are you?”

She knows the answer, but it gets lost in her throat.

“Rhea.”

She swallows.

“A submissive one.”

She deludes herself into thinking, for the briefest of moments, that he’s done, that now he’ll let up.

His grip on her chin remains just as steadfast.

“String those all together for me.”

She wants to look away—manages to, for a second—but her eyes dart back to his compulsively. She can’t turn her head, can’t escape from him. His control is absolute: he’s going to make her say it.

“I’m your submissive. Little. Whore. Sir.”

The ‘Sir’ at the end isn’t even punchy: it’s honest.

Fuck.

His face transforms: a shade of smugness settles across his features, but so too does—what is it? – pride?

“Yes you are.” Something just under his eye jumps. “Well,” he cocks his head slightly, wryly, “and his.” He pauses only a second, redoubles the intensity of his gaze. “But mostly mine.”

That part doesn’t seem so playful, a suspicion seemingly confirmed when Cullen—oh, shit, Cullen—speaks again.

“Hey. Don’t be an asshole. It’s my scene.”

“And you asked me to step in.” Ben isn’t looking at her anymore, though she still looks at him. His gaze is beyond her now, filling her with the familiar feeling of being discussed like she isn’t there. “You knew this would happen.”

Master Cullen only rolls his eyes. The exchange between the two men doesn’t seem entirely friendly, but she does think she spots a hint of a smirk on Cullen’s face. So at least there’s that.

He steps back towards the table, places either hand on her knees so he can push them apart and settle himself between them.

He wears a new condom.

She looks between the man and his erection.

“Where do you want her?”

Master Ben’s breath is hot on her ear.

“Mhm,” Cullen looks her up and down, eyes lingering possessively over her much in the same way as the other Dom. “On her back is probably best for the both of us.”

She feels him nod; tendrils of his hair tickle the side of one cheek as he adjusts.

Ben pulls her back down along the table, one hand on her shoulder and one on her hip, until she’s fully laid down.

He guides the back of her head to rest on the table just beneath the lean muscle of his left thigh.

He sighs softly, has her lift her head so he can gather up her hair. He wraps it around his wrist and grasps the rest in one hand, not pulling but nevertheless holding her firmly.

She hasn’t been in many physical fights, but she knows enough from basic scrapping to know that if your opponent gets control of your head—grabs at your hair, yanks you by your ears, whatever—then you’ve lost.

She grapples with the reality of it: he’s the victor before they even start.

#kylo ren #ben solo #fanfic #star wars #ao3 #kylosbrickhousebody

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Breaking and Entering (M)

Recommended Song: Rumour by K.A.R.D

Summary:

After you get sent a text that clearly wasn’t meant for you, you end up breaking into someone’s house looking for answers.

Genre: 70% Smut, 30% Crack

Pairing: Officer!Jungkook X Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing, Graphic smut, kinda Dom/Sub, dirty talk. Filth.

Word Count: 5256

You weren’t surprised you woke up to an empty bed, your fiancé, Seojun’s side had already turned cold. What surprised you was the time of day and what woke you up. It was 1 am and you had been awoken by the sound of your text notification, Seojun’s number being the only one that can contact you while your phone was on ‘Do Not Disturb’ mode. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and unlocked your phone to view the message.

‘Chaewon, I just arrived at the airport. I can’t wait to see you my little love muffin. We’ll spend the week celebrating your pregnancy! And don’t worry, I plan to call off my marriage when I get back from my ‘business trip’ xxx’

A sense of apathy filled you. You had been suspecting this turn of events for some time now thanks to his far too often out of town ‘business’ trips. Trips that had him smelling of another woman’s perfume. You would’ve left him sooner but you had no concrete proof. And yet though you felt nothing over his betrayal, you couldn’t help but ask yourself why. Why did he cheat on you? Were you not enough? Was it because you were happy with your career as a teacher? An irrational thought came to mind. Clearly, this woman was out of town, her house would be unguarded. Maybe the answers to your questions lied there.

You had remembered him mention the name Chaewon before. Something about her being a colleague that worked on a project with him about six months back. What was her family name again? Oh! That’s it! Kim! Kim Chaewon! A quick check of his CyWorld account (his passwords were too easy to hack) and you had located Chaewon’s address from a previous conversation they had. Fucking idiots. Without further delay, you hopped out of bed, got dressed and got in your car. That bitch’s house was only a 10-minute drive from your own.

You decided to park around the corner as not to look suspicious… and there was also free parking there. Having never broken into a house before you could say you were more than a little nervous. But there was a first time for everything. You just hoped to God you didn’t get caught otherwise that would be your career over. Making sure to be as quiet as possible at the late hour you crept over to the impressive looking house. How the fuck could she afford that?! You found yourself internally chanting ‘Please don’t be alarmed.’ That was until you spotted an open window.

What luck! And it was open just wide enough for you to wiggle through! It was slightly higher up than you had originally judged it to be, you were bouncing on your tip toes to grab the ledge. Once you managed to get a secure grip on it, you hoisted yourself up and through, though your landing was lacklustre. You landed with a light thud on your ass.

“Ow~”

You rubbed your poor behind.

“Okay. I’m in now. Time to get some answers.”

Flashlight in hand you began your snooping, tripping over the odd piece of scattered clothing here and there. You found it rather odd that some of it was men’s wear. Did your unfaithful fiancé have a spare wardrobe there? Shaking your head, you moved deeper into the house spotting pictures of Chaewon and… her brother?… on the walls. Fuck he looked good. If only you had met him before Seojun. Though that didn’t mean you couldn’t look him up once the wedding was called off. You licked your lips. No! This wasn’t the time for that! You turned and something glinted off a shelf behind some books. Curious, you headed towards it. It was a necklace with a locket. On the back was engraved ‘For my snuggle wuffle, SJ’. Well, that explained the jewellers on his credit card bill.

“That assho-!”

You were cut off by someone grabbing you from behind. They unceremoniously shoved you against a nearby wall causing you to grunt. However, the feel of cold metal on your wrists and sound of cuffs locking closed made your heart stop. You had been caught. By a cop no less. Fuck.

“Ma’am, you do realise you’ve committed the crime of breaking and entering, right?” Came a deep authoritative voice.

“I- I- I thought it was empty! I just wanted to see why my fiancé decided to sleep with some bitch behind my back and get her knocked up while he was at it!”

Shit. Why couldn’t you have just lied like any normal person would’ve done?

“That ‘bitch’ is my fiancé. And while I understand your anger, I’ve had my suspicions of her infidelity, you still broke into my house. I’m placing you under arrest.”

Panic surged through your system managing to give you enough strength to turn and face him, even with the grip he had on you. Your breath caught in your throat at the sight before you. It was the guy from the pictures. The one you thought was Chaewon’s brother. His hair was messy and his police uniform was a bit squeiff, like he had just woken up from a nap. Was it wrong that you were already slightly turned on from looking at him alone? But then reality came back to you as you saw him reach for his phone.

“Please no! I’m a teacher! I’ll be permanently out of the job if I get a criminal record!”

“You should’ve thought about that-”

“I’LL DO ANYTHING!” Desperation had taken you. You loved your job, you wouldn’t give it up for the world and you had gone and fucked up royally. If it weren’t for his grip on your upper arms you would probably be a grovelling mess on his floor.

He paused and appeared to give you a once over.

“Anything?”

You nodded with a small sniffle. Jesus, how pathetic could you get?

“Come with me.”

It’s not like you had much of a choice. As soon as those words left his mouth he was dragging you through the house and into what appeared to be a study. Or an office. Whatever people called these places.

“Stay here and be a good girl. If you try and make a break for it I will take you down to the station.”

You let out a small whimper which he must’ve taken as a sign that you would stay. Which was true. You didn’t leave. Instead you waited in anticipation for him to return, still, a tiny bit turned on. And when he returned, your eyes grew to the size of dinner plates. In one hand he carried a case of sorts, in the other was a tripod and on a strap around his neck was a Canon DSLR camera.

“W- w- why do you have those?” You would’ve gestured to the items in question but your hands were still cuffed behind your back.

“If I told you the end result wouldn’t be convincing.”

“So, you expect me to go along with whatever shit you have planned?”

“You said anything.”

You watched silently as he set up the tripod and camera so that it had a front view of the desk which he placed the case on. What could possibly be in that case? Before your mind could ponder it further you heard the man clear his throat and begin to talk from his position behind the camera.

“This is Officer Jeon and the date is… fuck what is today?… The time is 2:07 am and I have just caught this woman in my house. Please identify yourself.”

Your voice wavered as you answered, was he planning to use this to blackmail you? “L/N Y/N.” You dared not face the camera so only the side of your face was visible.

“To make sure she did not take anything of value I shall perform a strip and cavity search.”

At that your head whipped round to look at him, “St- st- strip? C- c- cavity?”

“If nothing is found on or in her person, I shall not press charges.”

You took a moment to feel relief at that until he stood up and made his way over to you. Once he was in front of you, he smirked and turned you so you were facing the table.

“I’m going to release you from the handcuffs now. If you try to run I will not hesitate to use force.”

He reached for the keys attached to his belt and placed the correct key in the lock. What you said next had him stilling.

“Yes, Sir.”

A pause soon followed by a low chuckle.

“Ah, good. I don’t have to tell you what to call me for this process. But I’ll tell you for the audience’s sake. During the process of the search, you may only address me as Sir or Officer. Any other form of address will be met with a punishment. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

The cuffs clicked open and you immediately brought your hands up to rub your sore wrists. Your breathing hitched when you felt his hands go to your waist.

“I would like for you to remove your top for me.”

Self-consciousness made you freeze in place. A stranger wanted you to strip for them in front of a camera. No one in their right mind would so such a thing.

“Take it off before I have to.”

You stubbornly crossed your arms over your chest.

“Suit yourself.”

His hands snaked their way from your hips to the front of your button up shirt. With one hand on either side of the material he tugged and sent buttons scattering across the desk and floor.

“That was my favourite shirt!” You shouted as he tugged the material over your shoulders and… did… did he just kiss your neck?

“Good girls that listen are rewarded. Bad girls that disobey are punished.” It was hushed, not loud enough to be caught by the camera’s microphone but still sent tingles of arousal down your spine.

“O- o- officer?”

“There appears to have been nothing in her shirt. Next item for removal are her jeans.”

His hands made quick work of your belt, button and zipper as he pressed his upper body against your back, his breath hot against your skin.

“I’ll leave the rest to you.”

You gulped as you pushed the denim off of your hips and bent to slide them off of your legs. Officer Jeon’s hands steadied you as you wobbled and lost balance in your struggle to free yourself from the article of clothing and the shoes you forgot to remove first. He used his grip on you to pull your raised posterior against him. And that when you felt it. The hardness that lay beneath his own clothing. That fucker was turned on by this.

You couldn’t help what came out of your mouth next.

“Your future wife must have been neglecting if you’re this hard already.”

He gave an amused huff, “What can I say? You looked great in handcuffs.” He put emphasis on ‘great’ by grinding his hardness into your ass.

You let out a small moan then slowly stood upright once more. You were beginning to understand what exactly it was he wanted from you. He made a small show of picking up and checking your jeans.

“Jeans contain a small women’s purse with a content of 250,000 won and an ID card. Nothing that does not belong to her. Next items to be removed are her underwear, if nothing of note is found in there I will continue with a full cavity search.”

With the knowledge that all was not as it seemed, you confidently reached behind you to undo your bra, slowly sliding the straps down your arms.

“Do you really think I would’ve hidden something in there, Officer?”

“I’ll have to check.”

His hands ran up your sides before going to your front to cup your breasts. He gave them a light squeeze, testing the firmness of them, then took your nipples between his thumb and index fingers, tweaking them slightly. Your head fell back to rest against his shoulder.

“Nope, nothing here either.” Yet even though he said that he went from tweaking your nipples to lightly gripping your breasts and massaging them in circular motions. The palms of his hands creating a delicious friction that had you moaning.

“Last article of clothing will now be removed.”

He let go of your breasts and gripped your lace panties, and sadly, they met the same fate as your shirt. They were torn off you.

“Definitely nothing hidden there.”

A sudden boldness overtook you, making you grab his hands and place them on your thighs. “Are you sure about that Sir? Shouldn’t you at least check?”

With your encouragement, his hands travelled over your outer thigh and only briefly brushed the insides of them before he still and his breath caught in his throat.

“You’re so fucking wet, practically dripping. You’re enjoying this you little slut.”

Usually, you hated to be called a slut. But there was something about him saying it that just turned you on more. He once again gripped your upper arms and turned you to face him. His eyes were impossibly dark, almost black, with lust. Fuck it was hot.

“Strip search bared no results. I shall move onto the cavity search.”

His hand came up to lightly grip you chin and tug your mouth open.

“Nothing visible to the naked eye. I will have to feel for any possible hidden items.”

And then his mouth was on yours, tongue slipping inside to tease your own. You stared at him wide-eyed for a moment then closed your eyes and gave in to the unexpected kiss. It was hot and slick and everything Seojun’s kisses weren’t. You found your own hands had tangled into his hair which caused him to immediately stop and pull away.

“Oral cavity search clear. Nothing hidden. However, suspect in need of being restrained again.” There was a certain playfulness to his tone that had you turning with your hands behind your back and bending over the desk, presenting yourself to him.

He chuckled and picked up the cuffs from where he had placed them on his belt, clicking them back into position.

“Not to question your methods Sir, but surely your tongue is not long enough to do a thorough oral search.”

He made a thoughtful noise.

“You’re right. Be a good girl and get on your knees in front of me.”

You did as he said, flinching slightly at the unforgiving chill of the wood flooring. He fumbled with his own belt and pants fastenings, hands shaking slightly with anticipation. Once he finally undid them he pushed them down revealing his leaking erection.

“No underwear Sir?”

“As an Officer, I take pride in being prepared for all possible situations. Now be a good slut and put those pretty lips of yours to work so I can verify if your mouth really is all clear.”

You gave a little nod and shuffled closer to him. Once you had deemed yourself close enough you wet your lips then flicked your tongue over his head, collecting the precum that beaded there. Your lips wrapped around the head and you lightly sucked on him, pulling away with an obscene ‘pop’ to lick a stripe from base to tip.

“Like this Officer?” You asked, looking up at him before sucking at the tip again.

His head kicked back, a small sheen of sweat shining on his forehead, as he let out a long groan, “You’re… You’re going to have to take in more than just that.”

And then his hands were firmly gripping your hair as his hips snapped forward into the wet heat of your mouth, forcing you to take in as much of him as possible. The abrupt action caused you to gag and your eyes to water. Officer Jeon moaned lewdly as your throat constricted around him.

“Fuck. That feels good. It’s been so long since someone has sucked me. You’re all clear here, but would you mind doing this for a little longer like a good girl?”

You managed a small nod as you tried to blink away tears. Swallowing around him a few times, you tried to get used to the feeling of him. He moaned again, hands tightening in your hair. Using that grip he held you in place as he thrust into your mouth, a stream of profanities leaving him with your every swallow and gag.

“I want to come so bad… but fuck! I can’t! I can’t! I need to continue the search.”

He reluctantly pulled you off of him. You both stayed in those positions for what felt like an eternity as you tried to catch your breath.

“Your fiancé… doesn’t know how… to treat you right… if you nearly came that fast.”

“She…” One of his hands carded through his hair, brushing the sweaty strands out of his face, “She’s always fucking off on ‘business’ trips.”

“Sounds like she doesn’t care about your needs. How about you let me satisfy them? Make you forget all about her?” You leant forward and kitten licked at his tip once more before the hand still buried in your hair violently tugged you away.

“Enough of that.”

With that, he bent and picked you up like you were the world’s lightest sack of potatoes then placed you on the edge of the desk. His finger barely grazed over your soaking core, making you whine in response.

“I will now commence a vaginal search.”

His fingers brushed over you again with more pressure as to collect your juices.

“You’re so fucking wet. Are you always like this?”

“No… normally I have to read erotica to get wet enough.”

He smirked again, free hand gripping your chin to force you to look at him, “So your fiancé doesn’t know how to treat you right either. How about we agree to make each other forget?”

“Deal.”

He pulled you in for another kiss as his thumb located your clit and rubbed lazy circles on it, swallowing the wanton moan that tried to escape you. His lips were hungry as they moved against yours and you were sure your lips would be bruised. Keens and whines sounded from you as he continued to circle your clit. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you couldn’t believe that Chaewon had chosen plain and boring Seojun over the perfect male specimen that was well on his way to ruining you for any other man before he had even entered you. A single finger slid into you with ease, as if it hadn’t been a month and a half since you had gotten any. Officer Jeon abandoned your lips in favour of your neck, sucking, kissing and nipping at it. You wouldn’t be surprised if you found more than a few hickeys had already begun to bloom. A second finger slipped in and this time his mouth wasn’t there to catch the unadulterated cry of pleasure. You felt a familiar heat build in your stomach. But then his fingers were gone and he was sinking down in front of you, a hand going to each thigh to make sure you kept them spread from him. You let out a pitiful whimper, the heat fading.

“Suspect is wet enough for an easy search with no discomfort. Nothing is visibly hidden, closer inspection is needed.”

Something wet and warm lapped at you causing you groan. You used your bound hands behind you to prop you up, watching as his tongue worked on you. He looked up at you, catching your gaze and cocking an eyebrow as his lips wrapped around your clit and he moaned deeply. The resulting vibrations had your hips bucking forward. Or as much as they could under the bruising grip he had on you.

“Fuck!”

The heat started to build up again, quicker than before at the new stimulation. It felt like… It felt like he was fucking humming on your clit… You knew that song! It was the Tokyo Ghoul season 1 opening! You would recognise it anywhere. Three fingers slid into you with ease. They curled in a ‘come here’ motion which brushed against the spot inside you that turned the heat into an inferno. His teeth grazed over your clit and you were sent over the edge with a cry of ecstasy. You came so hard that your toes curled and your legs twitched. Jesus, you had never cum like that before. All too soon oversensitivity took the place of the pleasure.

“Ah! Stop! Stop! Too much! Shit!”

He pulled away licking his lips, a satisfied grin settling on his lips as some of your essence dripped down his chin. “That good?”

“Best ever… Your fiance is a fucking idiot. But let her know I’m willing to trade mine for you.”

He chuckled and stood back up, not bothering to wipe off the evidence of your release. His hands reached and gripped at your ass lift you up and pulling you to him. Once you were off the table he spun round and sat himself on the desk with you in his lap, your knees rest on either side of him.

His breath ghosted over your ear, “Let’s see if you’re worth the trade. Ride me.”

He shifted you so your dripping core was over his still erect manhood.

“With pleasure.”

Without a second thought, you sunk down, taking him all in. Your lips parted to draw in a shaky breath. There was a small struggle in raising your hips since you did not have the use of your hands, but thanks to Seojun being rather lazy when it came to sex with you, you had learnt a few techniques to make riding easier. You dropped back down and swivelled your hips drawing a groan from him.

“Do that again.”

“Isn’t it rather unprofessional for you to find pleasure while on the job, Sir?”

His grip on your cheeks tightened then suddenly he was controlling your movements, raising you up to pull you back down with force. It was your turn to let out a moan, your head fell to rest on his shoulder.

“It is but my shift ended at 12. Professionalism can go fuck itself.” It came out as barely above a whisper, obviously not wanting the microphone to pick it up. Then he spoke up a little louder, “All clear here too. I will begin preparing for anal-” You clenched around him, the thought causing an unfamiliar excitement, “Ah! Fuck! Don’t… don’t do that.”

A hand left you to reach for the case, managing to pop it open with practised ease. You watched as the lid flipped open to reveal a whole range of toys and a small variety of lubes. So many different scenarios of the toys being used on you raced through your mind.

“Have… Have you e-ever used these o-o-on her?”

A nip to your neck.

“Never. She wouldn’t let me. You’re going to have to take over for a bit. Don’t worry if you slow down, that’ll make it easier for me.” Both hands were off you as one picked up a half empty bottle, opening the cap with a click the squeezed some onto his fingers.

“Now I know why they cheated. They’re both boring as fuck.”

He hummed in agreement, “This is going to be cold.”

He put down the bottle and gripped a cheek, tugging it to the side to reveal where you were yet to be touched. A finger circled your puckered rim, spreading some of the cold liquid. Your hips stuttered as the finger pressed into you. It was unfamiliar. New. It stung.

“Ah! I- i- it-”

“I know. Let me take your mind off it.”

His lips reattached to yours as his hand let go of you to instead reach down between you and once again apply pressure to your clit. His tongue moved over yours in the same rhythm of his cock and finger that filled you. You ground down onto to him, a stream of pleasured sounds trying to escape past your lips only to be swallowed and repaid with his. The room filled with the sounds of your bodies moving against each other. It was positively sinful to your ears. A second finger. Fuck it stung. But everything else felt so good. You knew it wouldn’t be long until you were close to cumming again. You broke apart panting for breath as air became necessary.

“You’re doing so well, such a good little slut. Just a little more and the search will be over.”

“It- it- it hurts Sir but… god… why does it feel so good?”

“Because you’re in the hands of someone who knows what they’re doing.” A third and final finger entered the ring of muscle, surprising you enough for you to give a shout. “My cock is going to stretch you so well. Would you like me to cum in your ass?”

“O-o-only i-i-i-if I get to cum, Sir.”

“Of course, an officer’s duty if to protect and serve after all. I think I’d like to keep my cum inside of you when I’m done. Hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all Sir.”

He groaned and pulled his fingers out of you, lifting you so his cock left your core and was placed at your quivering rosebud; still slick with your arousal. You took a slow deep breath as he lowered you onto him once more. It burned. He was much thicker than his fingers.

“N-n-now beginning anal search. So f-f-far the suspect appears to b-b-be feeling discomfort which I-I-I s-s-shall remedy at once.”

He took your clit between his thumb and forefinger, pinching it sending small jolts of heated electricity through you. While he was doing that he kissed a path from your neck to your breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth only to pull away and blow on it. He repeated the process with your other breast before sucking on it. You cautiously shifted slightly above him. Testing the waters for yourself. It still stung but he was creating just enough pleasure that the pain was negligible.

“FUCK!” He shouted, pulling away from your breast, “You’d definitely be worth the trade. I’m going to move now, is that alright?”

“Yes, Sir. Please don’t stop. I want to cum again.”

“Such a greedy slut.” A hand on each cheek, spreading them as he guided your movements on him. “I can just imagine the view from the camera. God. It should be the perfect shot. Your cheeks spread so that it can clearly see how well your ass takes my cock.”

You moaned, heat once again building in your stomach.

“Do you like the thought of that? That there’s a camera recording just how much of a cock slut you become when you’re with a man who knows how to treat you right? No use in lying, you’re so wet you’re positively dripping.”

He ground your hips down on him in such a way you clit rubbed against the material of his uniform shirt that stopped right at the base of his cock. It was soaked with your juices but it created the friction you needed to be sent into your second orgasm.

“O-o-officer Jeon! Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! So good!”

A low growl emitted from him and a warmth coated the inside of you. You both stayed like that for a moment, panting as you came down from your highs. Once his breathing steadied Officer Jeon leant back so his back met the desk surface, taking you with him. He reached across and grabbed a black silicone plug that wasn’t quite as thick as him but would be effective enough for the purpose he had assigned to it. With a little shift of his hips, his softening shaft slipped out of you but was quickly replaced by the plug.

“Search results are all clear. Charges will not be pressed. The suspect is free to go if she so chooses.” He carefully rolled you off of him to get off the table and approach the camera. You took it as an opportunity to admire his muscular thighs and ass. They looked Herculean. “Officer Jeon, signing off.” With that, he turned off the camera and faced you with a bright grin, “Now that’s over, you can call me Jungkook. It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.”

You gave a small smile in return, “Nice to meet you too.”

“Would you like to spend the night, take a quick shower with me maybe?”

Your smile grew bigger, “Of course. I was completely serious about the trade.”

“Good. I was serious about you being worth it.”

He made his way back over to you, undid the cuffs and picked you up bridal style.

“Can I asked why you filmed that?”

“You’ll see.”

A couple hours later, in Jeju.

Chaewon’s phone went off alerting her to a new message. It was Jungkook. He had sent a Google Drive link and ‘I made sure nothing was stolen’. Just as she clicked on it Seojun sat down beside her in a robe.

“What is it my cuddly kitty?”

“Jungkook sent me a link to a video.”

The video finally loaded and Seojun’s jaw dropped. It was you! Why did Jungkook send her a video of you?

‘This is Officer Jeon and the date is…’

They watched with curiosity at first which swiftly changed to shock when your top was ripped open.

*Sometime later*

“I THOUGHT YOU SAID THEY’D NEVER FIND OUT!” Seojun shouted, regret evident in his voice.

“I THOUGHT THEY WOULDN’T!” Chaewon responded with equal loudness.

“WELL, OBVIOUSLY THEY DID!”

“WHY IS SHE SUCH A SLUT?!”

“… She was never like that with me…”

“She let him put it in her butt.”

“He owns a buttplug, as well as a lot of other interesting looking things, did you guys ever…?”

“No! No never! As if I would let him do something like that too me. It’s so unhygienic.”

There was a moment of silence.

“I think I made a mistake…”

“WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSE TO MEAN?! I AM CARRYING YOUR CHILD!”

Another phone notification, this time from Seojun’s phone. It was from you.

‘Wedding’s off. I found a new dick to ride. Tell your bitch she can have you, I’m moving my stuff out ASAP while you’re in Jeju. But don’t worry, the bitch’s stuff will be replacing mine in that house. Except for the jewellery, he brought her. That’s mine now. Including the engagement ring she left behind.’

A/N: I know you guys are wanting BunBun Pt2, and you will get it, eventually. But I got inspired to write this yesterday and have only had 2 and a half hours sleep thanks to it. Now remember this is just fiction. Please use condoms and practice safe sex. And as always, feel free to send asks about the fic, or any of my fics for that matter!

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THE ARTIST AND HIS MUSE. (iii)

Hi lovelies! Here it is, the third installment to TAAHM, and this has some kissing and lots of build ups so no smut yet, but we’re getting there! oh and as i mentioned this story will be quite dark— i mean not that dark i will never write about rape etc. But the whole generic theme is based on the reader’s psychological state where she’s basically an HSP where she feels twice as much and she becomes obsessed way too quickly. Some of these things are adaption from my personal background so please if you feel uncomfortable you can read other fanfics thank you and read at your own risk! as always excuse the grammars! Xx, D.

WARNINGS : Dark themed, upcoming Dom!Spencer, Sub!Reader, No smut yet (soon), Detailed Mentions of murder and corpse?, upcoming dark kinks (but not all the time, so expect some vanilla stuff too), SSA!Reader, !more upcoming warnings soon!

masterlist here to check out the first and second chapter!

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{If perfectionism were inches, he’d go on for miles and miles. But if there are none, then he’s one.}

CHAPTER 3

You’re utterly fucked.

His voice played in your head over and over again as you drove back home from the BAU, you can feel that you are physically inside the car but your mind is stuck to where Spencer goes. It’s like he’s taunting you with every passing second, and the thought drove you crazy. You always had a crush on him, but all those months you thought he never liked you, never made an effort to at least get to know you but why now? you wanted to scream out so bad, nails digging into the steering wheel before pulling over the side of the road and grabbed your phone— contemplating whether you listen to your brain saying that he’s toying with you or your heart and your desire to just... text him.

“Do i make you nervous?”

His stupid voice is the one that made your fingers search for his number. You bit your lip harshly as you weigh your options, you could either text him and wait for a possibly long overdue answer or you could just give him a call, It’s not weird giving your coworker a call right? You tried to make sense of yourself before hitting the call button and curses under your breath “fuck it”

“Hello? Y/n? Are you okay?” you took a sharp breath at the sound of his voice, laced with worry. There’s a part inside of you that yearn to tell him that no, you’re not okay because the game you’ve been playing really start to mess with your emotions, except you answered with a tiny “I’m okay, um are you at rossi’s yet?”

He chuckled, “No, i decided not to go, figured that i’m way too tired” your heart clenched, wanting to take care of his tired self,

“well! you should get some rest right now” you hurriedly mumbled, cursing at the sound of your very shaky voice. “Y/n what’s wrong? you know you can tell me anything right?” I have a crush on your stupid ass— thats whats wrong.

“No- no i was about to ask about this uh um the last case—“

“It’s about the question isn’t it?”

“what?” you let out a choked out mewl, taking a deep breath, making a mental note for yourself to just keep breathing.

“The question, Do i make you nervous? isn’t that why you called me?” Your heart raced that if he’s close enough to the phone, you’re convinced he can hear the thump. “Spence— i uh, yeah.” the voice you let out is barely a whisper, you almost hope that he didn’t caught it, but of course he did.

“Is that yes to the question?” You were about to answer his question before he interrupted “You don’t even have to say it Y/n, I know that i make you nervous.”

“How—“

“How would i know? Alright, you never called me before, not unless there’s an emergency or a case, that’s why i got worried when you called. Your breathing—“ he paused for a second, taking a deep breath when he hears the tiny whine that escaped out of your lips, before continuing,

“Your breathing is labored, i can hear you hitches every time i said something that you know is true, i can also hear the way your knee bounce and hitting the dashboard each time- it’s a nervous tic and the only time you do it is when i’m near you. and from the way you stayed silent, trying to keep down any noises is the answer i needed to know that i’m right. The right question isn’t do i make you nervous, but why?”

When he finished talking, you hadn’t even realized that your knees were bouncing, immediately stilled your leg and cleared your throat, pushing every bit of bravery you have left to answer him “My apartment, in an hour. I’ll grab chinese on the way, and we can talk?”

“I’ll be there”

“Okay, ill see you—“

“And princess? drive safe”

Just Fucked.

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Your knees just couldn’t stop shaking with excitement as you set your small dining table with Chinese take outs, you even made sure to have spoon and fork ready for Spencer since he won’t use his chopsticks, smiling at the perfect looking table— you sprinted to your bedroom to check your appearance one last time. Wearing a simple dress and cardigan on top seemed appropriate enough to meet your coworker right? you stare at yourself in the mirror before adjusting the hair that fell down your sides, and taking a deep breath.

Knock, knock

You braced yourself, taking a deep breath before opening the door to see a smiling Spencer still in his work clothes with what looks like bags of candies in his hand— you could’ve sworn you were about to cry because he remembered, he remembered how much you love your candies, reminding you over and over again that the cause of your hyper-ness cant be from candies, “Sugar rush is not a thing (Y/n)” He said once before spewing out more statistics about sugar. But god, don’t you love it.

“Spencer, come in.” You stepped back as you let him in, before closing the door and wait for him to take off his converse and coat. The silence made you nervous, that you don’t even realize that you’re tapping your knuckles on the wooden door until he mentioned it,

“There, you’re nervous.” He dropped the candy bag—practically thrown it on the couch as he cornered you, with his chest pressing against yours and his hand cupping your jaw so delicately that you flutter your eyes shut, engulfing the warmth thats radiating off of him.

“What’s going on inside that pretty head of yours (Y/n)?” He whispered, knuckles brushing over your cheeks ever so slightly, causing the goosebumps to rise at his command, it’s crazy how much control he has over you already like he holds your life in his, but you don’t complained— you want this, you craved it. You have craved the feeling of being obsessed with someone again, it’s been so long since you’ve given up control, and your mind and body just wants a break from all the stress you’ve put yourself through it. And Spencer— Spencer might just be the perfect escape.

“you..” Your voice is thick and scratchy, like something was pressing against your throat, when in reality it was a mixture of lust and desire. “Me? What about me?” His eyes never left yours, as he brush your noses together. He was so close that you can almost taste his skin, you can almost feel the emotions that runs deep within his veins, what is it about Spencer Reid that draws you in so much?

Then he pulled away, with a satisfied grin on his face “I don’t know princess, you tell me” You were about to ask what he meant before the wheels in your head are finally clicking; you were thinking out loud— oh how he loves it when your cheeks are flushed, eyes droop as you endure yet another wave of embarrassment, and something about being this is so raw and exposed- not physically but you can almost sense it, sense how he sees what got you so needy, so powerless against him. It’s almost like he’s seen you naked before; naked below your skin, like he’s seen your insides, every right turns that ignite the fire inside of you, and every right switch that makes you tic and you’d be crazy if you’d say you don’t enjoy every bit of it.

“You know— you know what it is, you just want to taunt me” You gathered enough bravery to speak at last, biting your lower lip right after the words slipped out of your mouth, until his thumb pressed down just below the part that you don’t get to bite and pull. “Y/n, Stop biting your lip, or i’ll bite it for you.” His breathing is shallow, like he’s holding something back, and now is not the time to hold back— you thought. now is the time to just let go.

“Talk is cheap, Dr.Reid” You smiles cheekily— almost borderline bratty, and you know it. But the second those words left your mouth, the look on his face makes you hold out your whine— the look on his face is the look of anger, anger and full of temptation, like when adam bit the forbidden fruit. It was so stern that you almost apologize, wanting nothing more than to please him not disobey him. But before you get the chance, he pressed his lips against yours in a bruising manner.

This is it— the moment you’ve been craving.

The moment his lips touched yours, you surrender all control to him, giving him your all without even asking for anything in return, it’s like you were born to be his— the drunken lust part of your mind doesn’t seem to want to understand the logic behind any of this and how dangerous it is, not when the man you’ve loved for a long time is now sucking on your lower lip and push his tongue in to tangle it with yours. The sounds were filthy, filled with gasps and wet noises, your noses bumps against each other but you couldn’t care less, the oxygen grew thin inside your lungs but none of you seemed to mind, you were savoring each and every passing second of this.

His fingers are warm but the tips are cold suggesting how nervous and excited he was, you tilt your neck backwards as he wrapped them right on your neck, pressing them ever so gently, the pressure is enough to let you gasp out a moan onto the kiss. You both were positively burning from the pleasure, the need, and the lack of oxygen, everything is clouding your senses as much as its clouding his, and before you know it, he has to pull back in order for you both to still go to work tomorrow.

Gasping, you gulped down as much oxygen as possible as your knees buckled, you’re pretty sure you would’ve fell if it weren’t for his tight grip. You both calmed down, before coming back to your senses, everything is blurry and fuzzy inside your mind, yet you smiled— looking up at his disheveled state and smiled, “What does this mean?” is the only question you can get out of your chest.

“I— i may or may not have a crush on you Y/n..” he trailed off, licking his lips as he took a step back, his movements were so calculated and gentle that you’re afraid you had said something wrong that makes his demeanor changed— as if he didn’t know how happy you were to found out that your love for him isn’t one sided.

Gently, you reached for his hand then drag him with you down to sit on the sofa, grabbing the candy bag and picked out a cherry lollipop. Spencer let out a chuckle as he shakes his head— looking at you as you peeled the wrapper.

“What?”

“Nothing..”

“Spencer what?” You pouts as you hold the lollipop between your fingers, waiting for him to answer, “nothing, you just.. that’s your favorite” he smiled “i remembered the first day you joined, you were so nervous that you didn’t even realized you were still sucking on your cherry lollipop, only letting go of them when you saw me and your jaw—“

“Okay, you can stop now!” You paused him, pushing the lollipop through his lips, hiding your face on the crook of your arms, he laughs loudly as you hit his chest twice,

“Hey i’m just saying facts Princess, you were so cute i almost had the mind to bend you over the desk that very moment the lollipop dropped out of you gaping jaw.” He always managed to make every cell in your body feel like they’re being burned but- the good burn. You couldn’t help but to clench your thighs at his ‘facts’. This is the Spencer reid you never knew existed behind all the books and statistics. And you can’t lie and say that you didn’t love both because you love everything about him.

“Then why don’t you?”

“Because that’ll not be appropriate would it baby? In a work place after all, or have you thought about that before hm? me bending you over my table when everyone’s watching as you suck on these little lollipops that you love so much?” He pulled the lollipop out of his lips before smearing the sticky top on your lips, before throwing it to the trash can then pressing his lips on yours to kiss you again, this time gentler.

He took his time on devouring you, savoring every inch of your lips, and the depth of warmth inside your mouth like he was trying to imprint the feeling inside his memory so he could relived it over and over again— well he didn’t have to, you are his.

He pulled back gently as he smiled at you, you searched his eyes to know what he’s worrying about, and you knew exactly what it is. “I- i have had the longest crush on you too.. Spencer” You mumbled, playing with your fingers and reminiscing the taste of his lips on yours as you ran your tongue over them.

“But we can’t...”

“I know you’d say that.”

“How?”

“Lets just say, you were not as good at keeping your secrets as you thought you were, Princess.”

Your heart dropped and for the hundredth time that night, you knew you’re fucked for real this time.

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