#think about it. if u (still) have nipple rings. youre one of the lucky ones. youre a god among us until you one day fall

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Anyone with nipple RINGS instead of barbells is fucking off their rocker insane and stupid but also 100000% braver than anyone else in the world ever Also they have inhuman luck and skill to have so far avoided the Terrible Fate That Will Befall Them

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Rules ♡ h.s.

Hey my loves! How’re you all? Here’s a little something based off the following request I’ve had for too long. Would you like a part 2? Let me know what you think! Please re-blog and like if you enjoyed <3 {photo and gif not mine}

Anonymous asked: could u do a Dom!harry smut where he’s really rough and strict in bed? Plzz I love ur writing ❤️

Pairing: Harry Styles x Fem! Reader

Word count: 3.2K

Warning: 18+ Smut, Degradation, Unprotected sex, slight mention of BDSM, oral sex fem recieves and gives, use of filthy language etc. {PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH DOM-SUB fics}

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Softy, a complete whole soft person Harry was viewed as by the entire world. A guy who loves wearing nail polish and dresses and is nothing but a complete sweetheart. A man, in fact, a man child. In the eyes of million he was a sweet, laid back English lad who wouldn’t dare to hurt a fly.

However, some knew he owned a pair of Gucci handcuffs, the shiny metal made thousands of girls and guys wonder if he actually uses them and the answer is they don’t know. He has never been a man to speak openly about his personal life and just like the rest he let the audience to allow their minds to wander in the oblivion of their thoughts of what he prefers in bed. Or how he is in bed.

All they could do is assume. They assumed he’s rough, maybe soft, or maybe enjoys role play?

No one knows really. Except you.

The only person who has seen his deepest and darkest fantasies. The only person who has ever signed the paper of agreement between you two, you agreeing on being his sub­­, i.e. submissive. Giving him the permission to have his way with you, be it rough, soft or a role play. Whatever it may be, you said yes. The terms and conditions did scare you. The words printed on the piece of paper came off too strong that lied on your lap the night you’re eyes were scanning it, mind finally synching with your wants, deciding it was time you sign the agreement.

*This is a confidential agreement. Submissive is not allow to talk about it to anyone else but the Dom.*

Submissive agrees to obey whatever Dom orders them to do, sexually.

Safe word to be used by submissive is “peach”, if the boundaries are being pushed, the word to be used is “red”.

Honestly, it would scare anybody who reads the further details listed in the contract and what activities Dom would like themselves and the sub to immerge into such as extreme sex toys, being tied up by ropes, fisting and other terms that you didn’t even know the meaning of. But Harry wasn’t doing it just for himself, but for you.

When the day your ex left without a note you found yourself crying in his arms, sobbing and clutching his t-shirt like a broken kid and it hurt him. So he suggested, he was well aware how you wouldn’t be able to go out with anyone after what has happened so why not help you take your mind off him? Nodding to his words, not knowing what was coming you went home and the next morning you saw an envelope on your porch.

And there lied the papers. Submissive-Dom agreement.

“What is this Harry?” You breathed out in fear as your eyes scanned the words and brain figured out what it meant.

“You know it’s not a bad thing, it’ll help you clear your mind”

“Bu-“

“Trust me, plus we don’t have to do what you don’t want to.”

“I don’t know Harry”

“Do you trust me?”

“I do”

“good”

“Do you trust me?” You said biting your lip as you scrunched the bottom of the paper.

“I do”

“Why the agreement then?”

“Its for your own good” and with that the line went dead leaving you in complete confusion. Even though your mind had untangled thoughts and questions clashing together, not thinking twice your fingers grabbed the pen and in a messy rush glided over the rough paper sealing the secret.

And so it began. He invited you over to his place in LA. The house where you’ve been many times but that was when you were friends, you still are but things changed. Quite a lot. His hand held yours as he guided you to the hallway where you never went or even were aware that existed.

Walking a couple more steps you both were standing in front of the huge door. Comparatively bigger than the other he had in his house.

“Stay here” he said as he lets go of your hand and takes a step forward to unlock the door for which he had the key in his necklace. Yes his necklace, a master of disguise.

The second you heard the twisting of the key opening the big door he stepped aside for you to enter the room. Your heart racing with anticipation as you waited for the lights to reveal what he’s had hidden in this room, away from the eyes of the world, away from you.

His fingers flicked the switch and the you saw it. The big red room with a huge bed in the middle, it was surrounded by leashes, leather whips, ropes and the ceiling was nothing but a huge mirror that reflected every move of yours.

Walking down the shiny black floor your hand brushed again the walls that seems so cushiony as you turned your head to look at harry who was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed with a smirk adorning his face.

“Sound proof.” He said as you nodded and continued looking around. Your fingers touched the cold leather whips and slides across the teak wooden drawer. Turning your head one more time to get his approval which he gladly gave, your hand held the handle to pull out the drawer.

There lied several silk blind folds. So rich and expensive. Moving to the next drawer, lied about 50 hand ties, and hand cuffs. Metal, clothed, you name it he has it. And then the last drawer hitched your breath, vibrators, butt plugs, dildos and every other toy you saw in porn.

“I-I never knew you were into this” you whispered as you let your fingers ghost over the silk ties that lied in a perfect fold in the drawer.

“Now you do” you heard his message getting closer to you until his front was pressed against your back. You feel his crotch right up against your ass as he gently, yet with a slight force pushed your front againt the drawer so that you were slightly bent. His hand making it’s from your stomach dragging up all the way up until it found the base of your neck.

The cold metal of his rings felt hot against your skin as he pushed your head back and leaned in closer to your ear. His breath fanning over the love making you shiver.

“Now what’re the rules?”

“I-I call you sir” you breathed out the words as his Kept his hand on your neck giving it a light squeeze telling you to go on, go on with the rules listed in the contract.

“I cannot touch you or myself. I-I respond with words. I-“

“You what?”

“I address myself as your whore”

“That’s correct. You are my filthy little whore. Aren’t you?” He said. His voice deeper than you’ve ever before. And his hand that once held your neck now moved to your side turning you around in a one swift motion. His lips wasting no time to latch onto yours, kissing hungrily as if he’s been dying to kiss you.

And god he has been. Ever since he held your hand walking down the corridor he’s been thinking about having you his way, just like he wants. Kiss those lips and have a taste of thag body is all that has been on his mind since you signed those papers he sent.

Lost in the kiss, deep in your thoughts you were enjoying the feeling of his lips on yours and the rules fading away from your mind. It’s hard to control and stay in the boundaries he’s created when his tongue is inside your mouth dancing along yours, so you let your fingers get lost in those curls as your bite his lower lip.

But to your surprise his reflexes were quick enough to have your hand removed from his hair and twist it and hold it behind your back in a one swift motion.

“One kiss and you’re already breaking the rules. You’re lucky I’m not going to punish you, this is your first and last time.” He groaned before he grabbed you and threw over his shoulder. His hand hving your ass a tight slap before he throws you over the big bed that was situated in the middle on the big room.

Your eyes flickering open to see your own reflection in the mirror that was on the ceiling. Your lips swollen, shirt collected right below your breat revealing your bare skin of the stomach and chest rising with every deep breath you took.

“Now listen to me, you’re gonna look at yourself in the mirror and tell me every single rule listed in the contract. One wrong rule and you lose the chance to cum. Understood?” Harry said as he unbuttoned your jeans pulling it down your legs and stopping right before taking them out when he didn’t hear you reply.

“I asked you something” he raised his eyebrow as one of he held your ankles towards behind your knees over so he could see the cheeks of your ass before giving you another spank.

“Y-yes sir,”

“Yes sir what?”

“Yes sir, understood”

Mumbling a low ‘good girl’ he took off your pants and then sat on you with legs either side your waist to take your top off, his mouth watered when he saw your nipple coming out of your back bra which probably happened when he threw you on the bed.

“Jesus. So full” he muttered before holding your hand over your head and lower his mouth on your nipple, his other hand pushing the cups down so that he could take the whole bud in his mouth and suckle on it making your arch your back. His mouth felt so warm on your cold bud as his tongue flicked the pebble hard nipple around and his bite it slightly before letting it go with a slight pop.

Grabbing a silk tie from the side drawer he tied it around your wrist that he had held in his hand and unhooked the bra—rolling it along the lilc tee that you wore until it reached your eyes and acted as a blindfold.

“Start the rules. Remember, one wrong rule and you lose the chance to cum”

“Yes sir”

“Start” he ordered. And you opened your mouth to let the words out but your breath sucked in when you felt him throwing your legs on his shoulder and his lips coming in contact with your inner thigh.

“I-I don’t sleep with someone else.”

“Cannot”

“Sorry sir, I cannot sleep with someone else”

His lips licked over your drenched knickers that covered your throbbing clit waiting for be touched his tongue. You clenched your thighs together only to be pushed apart by his hands as his nose rubbed over your clothed centre, sniffing, taking the smell of your aroma.

“I cum only when you say” you bite your lip feeling the cotton materiel of your underwear being pushed aside, sensing the cold air of the room mixed with Harry’s warm breath fanning over your sex making your shiver and you shrieked when his four fingers slapped your cunt making the wet filthy sound which only made you drop more.

“Only when I order, looks like you didn’t read it properly you little slut. Lost a chance to feel my tongue on this little pussy of yours”

“I’m sorry sir, please”

“Please what?”

“Please forgive me and eat me out”

“And what are you?”

“I’m your filthy little slut, your whore. Please eat me out sir please” you whimpered as you pleaded harry dying to feel that muscular tongue on your pussy to finally see how it feels like to have his mouth on you which you’ve always dreamt of. Even though you were in a relationship, there always has been a sexual tension between you two which is the reason why you agreed on doing this at the first place.

“That’s right, you’re a whore. A little dirty whore.” And with that you felt his tongue lick a long stride of your lips pushing them open. That one lick was enough to make you squirm, what a shame you couldn’t see his face tucked between your legs as his chain dangles from his neck and gives your a perfect view of his chest from the black shirt he wore, unbuttoned enough for you to see his butterfly tattoo to the slightest.

“Who told you to stop, say the rules doll”

“I see you at least twice a week when you’re in town”

His mouth was now on your clit, sucking it like a leech. His lips left the bundle of nerve with a pop as his hand came in to rub it harshly, before his index finger collected your juices that dripped down your hole and you heard him licked it clean and without any word you feel your opening being stretched to the fullest when he inserted two fingers.

His mouth finding its way back to your clit, licking and sucking your pussy without any mercy. Your hips bucked up in his mouth which he roughly pinned down.

“If I see you doing that once more I swear to god you’ll forget how to walk you slut” he said through gritted teeth as if you interrupted his meal. He shook his head keeping his lips on your clit to give those toe curling vibrations with his fingers twisting inside you.

He felt your soft walls clenching as he let go of your swollen clit to take his fingers out and slide his tongue inside you feeling the warmth against his tongue.

He spread your legs open as he pushed his tongue in and out, tongue-fucking you savouring every drop you released.

“I only wear red and black lingerie when I see you”

His fingers came back in position as his mouth placed itself back on your clit not leaving the swollen bug alone. Your back now covered in sweat and your nipple perched up, mouth dry and pussy waiting to release.

“Wrong. You only wear red around me.”

And with that he flipped you over so that you were lying on your stomach and your ass was up in the air. Withing another second you felt a tight spank against your ass cheek making you hiss in pain.

“That’s what you get for being a dumb whore”

“Sorry sir”

Followed by another spank he pushed you back to him so that he could press his bulge to your arse.

“Grind. Grind like the little road slut you are” he gripped your ass so firmly that you could feel his metal rings digging in your skin as he held them strong in front of his crotch.

As you tried to held yourself up on your elbow he pressed your head down on the bed so that your cheek was squished against the soft cushion.

“Grind i said”

Obliging to his command your moved your ass up his all rock hard cock that you felt tight against your butt cheeks making you moan. Moving your ass in rounds and different directions you felt him buck further into your hips wanting for a release as his hands came in to grip your hair that fell down your shoulder.

Wrapping the long locks around his hand in a fist his he pushed your head back to that your tee which was covering your eyes now came down hanging around your neck which was strained because of his grip on your hair.

“I’m gonna fuck the shut outta you, gonna destroy that little cunt of yours and make you scream until you the only name you remember is mine and forget that asshole who made you cry” and that’s how your first night ended as a submissive after being raw dogged to the fullest with the rough hand prints laying on your ass cheeks.

 But that was just the beginning, so when one day you found yourself on your knees in the bathroom of a posh restaurant that Harry insisted to take you to you weren’t surprised.

You mouth dripping saliva as he held your face in one hand keeping it upwards so he will have a full view of your mouth which was sucking on his thick sick. Lips wrapped around his shaft you gagged when he bucked his hips further in your mouth hitting the back of your throat making it impossible for you to take him any deeper.

“Jesus fucking christ you little cunt” he moaned grabbing your mouth so he could move your head to his liking. Following his movements, you bobbed your head hold the base of his cock, twisting your hand around his with the faint wrist while you suckled with hollow cheeks.

It all started when he saw you arrive at the restaurant. Wearing a tight black dress that hugged your curves and gave all men a delicious view of your plunging breasts making the jaws drop.

“Meet me in the bathroom, right now”

“But wh-“

“Do as told”

And when you did you felt him grab you by your hair and push you against the counter so that your stomach was against the cold marble top while your ass was facing him which he wasted no second uncovering, lifting the almost sheer clothing and pushing it over your waist to reveal your unclothed bottom.

“fucking whore”

Your body flinched with pleasure disguised In pain as he raised his hand and slapped it across your cheeks looking at you straight through the mirror. His hand gripping your hair.

“Look at me” he ordered and you flickered your eyes open to see his dilated pupil and heavy breathing chest. His ring cladded slender fingers didn’t stop spanking shaking your whole body up until he pulled you back and pushed you down on your knees and stepped in front of you with his dick out and slapped it across your face.

“Open” he said holding his hard dick from the base and you did as told. Soon you felt it heavy on the tongue as he patted it on your tongue before pulling away, grabbing your cheeks and pulling your face upwards to him. His fingers wasted no time squishing your cheeks so that your mouth was open slightly giving him the perfect angel so spit in your mouth making you gasp.

“Swallow” and once again you do as told before grabbing his dick and kitten licking his tip, teasing him. But he wasn’t having it so grabbing the back of your head he pushed your head forward until his shaft was hitting the back of you had making your gag, your eyes picking up instant tears and he would’ve stopped right away if they were tears of pain, but they weren’t.

“this is what you get for breaking the rule of not wearing revealing clothes until I ask you to. Get treated like a slut, a fucking filthy whore in the public sucking my dick” he groaned as you played with his ball bobbing your hand.

His grip on your hair tightened before you felt his hot cum gushing down your throat which your swallowed without his order and let go of his cock with a ‘pop’.

Pulling your face up to him he swiped his thumb over your bottom lip collecting the escaping cum and pushing it in your mouth which you happily took sucking on his thumb.

“Be a good girl, and follow the rules”

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hey😝😝🙇‍♀️ i love ur fics sm ur writing is so good oml🤭🤭🤭🤭 can i request a jean fic where they go out and jean Likes(😏) her outfit and then semi-public sex idkidk do with that what u will😌😌 TY and remember to drink water😌🥰🥰🥰

“get in the fucking back, now”

pairing: jean kirchstein x female reader

cw: modern au, fluff, language, nsfw (female receiving oral, exhibitionism, degradation, praise, nipple play, biting, fucking (obvs), dacryphillia, dumbification and breeding), kissing and jealousy

word count: 2800+

a/n: thank you for this request and i will make sure to drink hella water, @katsuhera for out midnight simping and thinking of these kinks and ideas also i have a platonic aizawa request coming out later on so hopefully you guys enjoy them both

summary:  in which you and jean meet up for a date, instead of the coffee and cakes you find yourself in an empty car pack, bound in the back of his car ready to have his way with you

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The smell of fresh coffee and cake filled the room, Jean sat on one of the corner tables playing on his phone as he waited for you to come. You had both agreed to meet after your lectures having not seen each other since yesterday.

You both were needy, needing to at least see each other once a day to be content. It was bad enough both your schedules had fucked your time together, but your friends always seemed to drag you both away from each other. 

Finally finding time for a proper date and not just going to each other’s apartments to cuddle and watch movies. Which you had to say was an amazing date in itself. But wanting to spend the afternoon together felt just how your relationship had been. I'm the first couple of months together. 

He heard the ring of the door to your favourite cafe, as he watched you on the phone with someone. You spotted him giving him a wave, but his eyes had turned to something else. The skirt you wore, the short black skirt that pressed against your ass and thighs, the way that it squeezed your whole body. It made his head go wild and worst of all the long-sleeved shirts you wore in the spring heat had a low cut allowing all eyes to fixate on the curvature of your breasts in your white bra. 

You had put the phone down walking up to the bot with a smile, seeing a server ready to come and ask you what you wanted. But Jean had an inkling the male server would be looking at you a lot more than he should be. 

“Sorry, I’m late, our professor kept us longer to talk about an assignment.” You leaned over kissing his cheek, his eyes not daring to look down to see your breasts. 

He had missed the simple feeling of your lips on his cheek, even if he had felt it yesterday. “That’s fine, I wasn't waiting long, who was on the phone?” 

You had perched yourself on the chair skimming through the menu as he looked at you. Almost admiring his girl, the way his head was planted against his hand just watching how perfect you were. 

“Oh, my mum wanted to ask if we’re still okay to come round on Saturday.” He nodded already knowing how your mum had been begging to see the boy who she already considered her son in law.

“Eren brought another fuck round last night.” You muttered unamusingly, you both ended up just talking about the events of this morning. You explained how your mutual friend Eren had brought what seemed like the fifth girl this week back to your shared apartment. You and Eren had been friends for a while and becoming roommates seemed like the best bet when you both had first been let free all those years ago. The idea of moving in with Jean had come up and you knew by the end of the year you’d both finally have your own place together.

“Eren doesn’t tell me shit about who he fucks, it doesn’t make you uncomfortable right?” Jean leant backwards on his seat eyeing you up again, you shook your head having gotten used to it and knowing Eren had had to handle you and Jean fucking before. “What made you wear this then?”

He needed to know if you were purposely making him hard or if it was just by sheer chance. “Why? Don't you like it?”

“Quite the opposite, baby, i think we all liked it.” He spoke the last part in a whisper watching as the server had come up to you both.

“What can I get you both?” He questioned eyes fixated on you alone.

Jean rolled his eyes, hating how others were looking at what was his. “We should share the pancakes, I’m not that hungry but I want some.” 

“Pick whatever you want baby” He looked coldly to the man; your hand had been resting across the table as he grabbed it softly. You smiled at the action before putting the menu down and looking at the server. 

“Can we get some chocolate pancakes and two coffees?” You asked politely, even in the outfit that looked like you’d just come out from a night out you were ever so respectful.

“Anything else…” Jean had interrupted due to having been ignored throughout the whole encounter.

“No.” The server left, and you went back to Jean.

You remembered his question and began explaining the events of this morning. “This dickhead ran into me with coffee so i had to wear whatever i could find in my bag.”

“You just happen to have a tight skirt and low-cut shirt in your bag.” He chuckled watching you gleam out to him.

You pout at his teasing before continuing, “it’s for special occasions.” 

“Aww, is this a special occasion.” Jean teased again.

“I hate you.” 

Jeans grip around your fingers tightened, “shouldn’t I be the one hating you, coming in here looking like that, how could any man not want you?”

“Jean.” You whispered slowly.

He checked his watch, he wanted something else, something more from you and prayed that you both would eat quickly so he could let himself have you. “What do you want to do afterwards?” You questioned just as the food arrived, the same server lingering trying to hear the conversation.

“I have some ideas in mind.” Jean smirked out as he took a fork and started eating the food.

“Ooo tell me?” You pleaded hating being kept in the dark.

He looks at the server who remained close by, “walking in wearing that, what else could it be?”

Your eyes widened at the thought that your outfit could really have caused him to get this horny. “Where?”

“Don’t worry about that baby, you eat your food like a good girl.” You didn’t speak, taking a bite of the chocolate, Jean watched as you licked your lips from the stray syrup, for a man with a horny girlfriend it seemed like he had finally reached your level of horny. 

He understood all those nights he’d come home wearing a shirt and trousers. How in an instant you’d be on him, due to being, in your own words a sex god he hadn’t realised but you riled him up the same way he did too you. 

“Jean.” You had been repeating his name to get him out of his trance. You were hiding a lot more than he had realised, at his previous words a slick had formed between your walls and worst of all there was a lot more limited clothes then Jean realised.

He looked up meeting your seductive gaze, “yes baby.” 

“Come closer.” You beckoned, he obliged feeling his trousers tighten at how you moved forward. This time his eyes grazed your chest, seeing through your bra at the already hardened nipples. Your breath fanned his neck before you went to his ear, “the coffee went through my jeans, i didn’t have any spare underwear.”

His breath hitched, feeling himself unable to talk at what you had just said. You were bare between the skirt, the thought that you had been walking with your cunt on show. Worst of all he knew that if you were as horny as he would, the slick would be seeping down your thighs. “Get up.”

“But-” You were interrupted by him grabbing your hand.

“We’re going now.” He looked at the server who looked between the two of you. “How much is it?”

Jean was in a hurry; he passed the credit card impatiently tapping at where the register was. He could see eyes fixated on you, he hated how empty the place had been, with mainly uni students coming through. But in this moment the way their eyes seemed to undress you, he hated it and now knowing the extra information all he wanted to do was show you who you belonged to.

The server passed the card back. Jean in an instant pulled you out of the cafe, he walked ahead as you had been pacing yourself quicker to even keep up with the taller boy. “You’re lucky I brought my car.” He muttered as you went to the underground car park. 

There were barely any cars, being the afternoon and people still at work, the parking lot seemed more secluded than you had ever realised. Being at the furthest end, Jean looked at you seeing how you pulled your skirt down. “No point doing that now, baby, everybody already saw that pretty cunt of yours.” He mocked before unlocking his car.

“Get in the fucking back, now.” He had opened the door, waiting for you to get in. With your back across the backseats, you were in perfect view of his own body.

He moved inside the car, locking the door and car behind him. It was in these moments you were glad he had tinted windows. He gave a smirk watching as you sat upright, one leg beside his body and the other dangling to the ground. “Spread those legs.” 

You moved your leg to go onto his shoulders, feeling how his hands moved the skirt up to your hips. Your cunt dripping in wetness for his mouth to devour. “Baby.” It was muffled from your end as his hands had gripped your thighs. 

His fingers leaving indents, his mouth bite at your inner thigh. The feeling of the speckles of his hair on his face brushing against your thighs before you felt him closer and closer to your clit. “If you touch me, I’m going to stop.” It was a punishment for showing yourself off, it was a punishment, but he knew it masked the reward of being eaten out.

“Yes, Sir.” You breathed out heavily. The feeling of his hairs across your thighs sent a shock wave, his tongue gliding across your clit tasting and feeling the slick in his mouth.

He groaned at the taste of your wet cunt, his tongue doing laps inside of your blushed cunt. His hand had travelled to your shirt having pulled it to reveal your breasts in the bra, his hand went underneath groping your left boob as his mouth was at work.

“Baby…I…” You could barely think with the feeling of him giving you so much pleasure. The way his mouth would leave soft kisses against your cunt before he went back in with his tongue. 

He had told you after the first time you both had slept together how much he enjoyed eating you out. How much he loved the feeling of your cunt across his lips. He needed to feel your cum in his mouth and how it had become a mission to always eat you out before fucking you.

“Such a dirty little girl, getting this wet.” His breath was heavy, but he wanted more, pressing further into your cunt, his tongue swirling inside, the saliva mixing with your slick. His chin grazed your inner thighs, you always loved the feeling of the hairs brushing against your body. Often grabbing his chin when you both kissed just to feel the hairs brush against your palm. 

“I...I...cum.” You could barely form words through the moans and groans that filled the car. 

“Cum in my mouth baby, let me taste you all.” He whispered his hot breath against your cunt as he continued to lap his tongue in your folds. His hand had been moving along with his tongue, fingers pinching and tugging at your hard nipples.

“Jean.” You gave a final moan feeling yourself climax at the sheer power his tongue had inside of you. Cum dripped from his mouth, you saw him lick his lips to get rid of the cum that encased his lips. 

“Such a good little cumslut, want me to fuck you now?” He teased already undoing his belt, your legs remained above his shoulders, but in a quick instant he moved them to his side waiting for your answer.

“Please, fuck me sir.” Tears had welled up in your eyes, the feeling of his tongue making your cunt throb for more. How could he resist those tears, the mascara dripping down to leave a black stain down your cheeks. 

He gave a cocky grin, letting his belt fall to the ground before taking the hoodie he had worn off. The way his trousers were kicked to the front seat and he was left for you to admire sent a sensation through your body. He removed your skirt entirely, leaving soft kisses up your thighs to your stomach, before taking the shirt and pulling it over your head. “My pretty little thing.” He toyed undoing your bra to let your breasts spill out. 

His mouth attached to your right nipple, his left hand still massaging the other. You felt him swirl his tongue against the hardened tit, arching your back to make more of your breast fit inside of his mouth. “Baby, fuck me please.” You were out of breath and could feel his hardened cock brush against your thigh. 

“Are you begging, slut?” He moved his mouth to your neck, his hot breath fanning your breath waiting for an answer. 

You looked down your hands moving to his hair and back, “please Sir.”

He smirked cockily, pulling his boxers down, letting his cock curve upwards ready to skim it past your folds. His hand lazily pumped back and forth to get him harder before you felt him direct his cock between your clit, sliding up and down your cum filled hole, “Je...Jean.”

“Come on baby, moan my name for me.” Your hands had reached for his hair pulling him towards your face.

“Jean.” You gave a lewd moan into his ear before feeling his cock slam into your velvety walls. 

“You’re so tight even after I've gotten you to cum.” He mutters feeling suffocated within your walls. He brought his body down onto your own, your legs by his side as he began to move out of your cunt in a slow pace. 

“Faster.” You breathed out.

“Sluts, don’t get an opinion.” He wanted to edge you till you felt dumb, he wanted to see those tears and watch as you begged for more. He may have moved slowly out but the noise of you moaning in his hair and pulling at his hair had made his slam into you quicker. He repeated it a couple times before seeing how your chest heaved under him, his bite marks cascading across your boobs and neck. You looked bruised and broken but the moans and look of your eyes rolling back had made him realise just how much you loved it.

With a quickened pace, he felt himself go deeper and deeper inside of your cunt, the cum that had been left inside of you, helping him slide back and forth. “Doing such a good job, baby.” 

The praise was something Jean always came back too, the first time you both fucked you were unable to walk just at the sheer size of his cock. He knew to always praise you for doing so well with him, to make sure you knew that you could use his cock however you wanted too. “I… love you.” It was muffled through how Jean and you had been face to face, his mouth across your jaw, feeling the wetness still around his chin and face. 

Looking into your eyes at the comment, he saw how truly in love he was, even with the quickened pace of him fucking you raw, you truly were in love with the man. “I love you too.” He spoke capturing your lips with his own, you had missed his mouth on your own. His tongue sucked on its own, allowing for more of your cum to mix inside of your mouth, you could feel yourself coil up inside, ready to orgasm for a second time. 

He could see how your hands had stopped tugging as forcefully on his hair, how your nails had stopped scratching his back and instead skimmed across his skin. “You going to cum for me.”

“Ye…” You could barely speak at his pace increasing, wanting to fuck all the cum out of you in a matter of seconds. His mouth went to your neck, hand moving to take your own, he felt your fingers lace between your own as he sucked on the skin. 

“Cum for me.” He ordered feeling you gush on top of his blushed cock, he felt himself cum from the feeling of being able to slide even more into your body, feeling his cum shoot inside of you. A bulge being prominent through your stomach of being filled up, “such a good girl.” 

He kissed the top of your head with praise, sweat and cum filling the car, you only nodded unable to speak at the pleasure you had just encountered. He took you in his hands, letting you lean against his body. Moving the strands of hair that stuck to your body, he looked at how pretty you looked, even with the dishevelled hair and cum seeping out from your sore cunt. You looked as pretty as always, his pretty girl.

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[rreyie]

i am respectfully asking for a commander erwin and mike threesome that is so filthy i am embarrassed i’m reading it. u can throw in levi if ya want :).

ooh.... yummy

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superiors

summary- a threesome with mike erwin and levi lol

warnings- HOLY SHIT THERES A LOT- anal, groping, vaginal, oral, panty sniffing, tasting yourself, degrading, mike coaching levi on how to facefuck, facefucking, unedited work

a/n- SORRY ABOUT THE WAIT! also, i’ve never really written pure filth so i’m sorry if this isn’t as dirty to your liking, but i tried to put in some... questionable material in there

“mike. shut the door.”

you were spread out on erwins desk like a whore. your hands were tied together by a small piece of fabric, while your own panties were shoved into your mouth. you could taste yourself on them, the bittersweet taste sharp on your tongue.

for the past few minutes or so, your superiors had been feeling and groping you relentlessly, touching every inch of your body until they managed to get you wet. and it didn’t even take a full five minutes to get you all hot and bothered. that’s what drove all three of them crazy.

your cream colored button up shirt was torn open, leaving your tits out on full display for them to admire. meanwhile, your pants were completely removed and on the floor somewhere. all of the men were in their boxers, minus erwin, who was wearing absolutely nothing. his cock size always frightened you, it looked to be about eleven inches, maybe twelve.

“now... where were we?” mike growled, peering over the desk. levi walked over too, jet black hair a mess. the three of them had a predatory gaze on you, as if you were the antalope and they were the lions. “has our princess been a good girl?”

“why don’t we find out?” erwin suggested. without saying anything else, he easily slid a thick finger into you, a muffled moan slipping from your mouth. you couldn’t help but feel your velvety walls contract against the finger, as he circled it around in an attempt to find your sweet spot.

“shit, look at how desperate she is”, erwin cooed. “don’t worry, dear y/n. we promise to make you feel all nice and good once we’re done prepping you.”

you could only imagine how you would handle all of them at once- you had done these sort of things with erwin and mike before, but levi was a new addition. the only reason he was added was because he had walked in on you three last time while erwin was balls deep inside of you and mike was on the other end facefucking you until your lips were swollen.

you couldn’t complain though. from just looking at his boxers, you could see a bulge- and it was no joke. perhaps he was 8 inches. you couldn’t help but wonder- how the fuck were you going to take all this?

erwin continued to explore you, placing a hand on your breast. he circled your nipple as it slowly began to pebble, the contact making it more sensitive than before.

“she’s ready. levi, why don’t you take her first? i’m sure she’s hungry for some cock, isn’t that right, sweetheart?” erwins azure eyes darted over to yours. you nodded, and mike removed the panties from your mouth. holding the soiled cloth to his nose, he sniffed it a bit, giving a hum of approval at the stench.

seeing levi’s figure hovering above you was... intimidating, to say the least. though his height wasn’t much, his silver orbs were unwelcoming and his raven hair hung around his face like a halo. despite all of this, a shade of pink was spread across his cheeks as he looked down at you. you were so vulnerable, so... helpless. maybe that was what turned you on.

taking a hand and shoving it in his blackish-grey boxers, he returned with his cock, fully erect with a bit of precum dripping down the side. a vein curved it’s way from the base to near the tip. his tip was somewhere between pink and red, a bit glossy.

“well? how am i supposed to do this?” levi asked, looking to erwin and mike for assistance. mike brushed his ashy hair out of the way, and stood next to levi.

“you’re telling me you’ve never done this before, huh?” mike chuckled. “that’s alright. guess you’ll need me to show you the ropes. tell the slut to lay her head back, first of all.”

your head dropped to the end of the table, shaking the desk. mike took a hold of your hands and slowly untied them, only to put them on your stomach where he re-tied them, making the fabric tighter around your wrists, making it so levi could get closer to your head.

“open up”, mike commanded you. you obliged almost instantly, opening up your mouth to provide levi an entrance. “now, don’t be shy to treat her as your own personal fuck toy- after all, that is what she’s here for.”

he steered his cock towards your mouth, a drop of precum landing on your tongue. it was pleasantly salty, lucky for you that levi had a good taste to him.

levi shoved himself into you, feeling his warm shaft throb around your lips and soft tissue of your mouth. he let out an audible gasp, and thrusted into you again. you gagged, your hands forming fists as he hit the back of your throat.

“that’s right. fuck her like the obedient slut she is”, mike growled.

just out of your sight, you saw erwin sitting in his leather desk chair fisting himself to the sight of you taking levi in with your mouth. a smirk formed across his face as he focused on your face, tears forming at your lashline as he hit the back of your throat again and again.

not long after, levi’s breathing became broken, panting as he came undone, his cock squirting his release into your mouth.

a growing ache began to form in your stomach, your pussy tingling at the thought of being used like this.

this was only the beginning- the appetizer, if you please.

“well done”, erwins voice boomed. “now just like the good girl you are, you’re gonna let us all have you, right?”

you nod your head sheepishly, as erwin sits you up, grabbing your waist and carries you over to the nearby sofa. mike was already silt there laying down, so you assumed he would have your back end.

“i’ll be nice and let you have her pussy this time, levi”, erwin said. “after all, this is your first time.”

levi nodded. “it’s appreciated, commander.”

as you were laid out on mike, you could already feel his cock in between your legs, brushing up against your womanhood. he was fully erect, throbbing a bit as his dick stood proudly against you.

“take this off”, erwin commanded. “it’s only getting in the way. your tits look prettier without that damn shirt, they’ll look even better once we’re all finished with you.”

levi is standing at the end of the couch, preparing himself by pumping his cock a few times, getting harder with each movement.

“look up to your commander”, mike said. doing so, you felt erwins dick pressed up to your lips, slightly wet from his previous activity.

something suddenly filled you up on the other end, followed by levi grabbing your ass. he was already touching your sweet spot, tip gently brushing against your cervix. you were about to let a moan out, but were quickly silenced by eriwins massive cock being shoved into your mouth. the vibrations made erwin go absolutely feral, prompting him to go further into you.

levi began to stretch you out, his cock gliding along your slick walls while mike aided his dick past the ring of muscle. you let out a yelp, but erwin pushed further into you to silence you.

“never told you that you could speak right now”, erwin growled. “right now it’s our turn to have fun with you.”

at this point, you couldn’t even muster the strength to speak, or courage. all three men were fucking your brains out, and reaching out curious hands to touch you in every single place. mikes hands firmly grasped your breasts, erwins hands were all tangled up in your hair and levi’s palms were on your ass, holding on as he pounded into you repeatedly.

mikes breathing became rough, slapping his hips into your ass as he plowed into your tight hole one last time. his mouth latched onto your shoulder, biting your supple flesh gently. you could feel his seed spurt into you, hot and warm.

levi came next, giving a breathy moan before pulling out and letting his seed spatter onto your stomach. and oh boy did he have a load. it was everywhere, your stomach, thighs, even a drop or two landed on your breasts.

soon your own climax came, making you spasm and writhe around mikes cock, that was still inside you. levi’s hand grazed your clit for a moment, and then rubbed it as you rode out your high.

you felt something wet come from you, and it wasn’t cum. erwin looked over to levi, both men smiling at whatever you were doing.

“oi, erwin”, levi called. “look at this, she squirted.” he held up a hand, now soaked in clear fluid. “what, did we pleasure you too well?”

before you got a chance to respond, erwin grunted, holding both of your warm cheeks and thrusted into your mouth one last time before unleashing his load into your mouth. your entire throat was painted white, and you choked on his sticky release.

you coughed a few times, and swallowed the rest of the cum that had came out of him. some landed on your face, some in your mouth.

now, you were a mess. you had cum and spit everywhere, white blotches littering your body. you were sat up back on the couch, mike moving from underneath you. levi ran to the bathroom and quickly dried himself off, passing the towel to the other two men to wipe off sweat and any other indications of what you were doing.

you could barely see, the pleasure still fogging your brain and vision. it was almost time for dinner, and people would think something was wrong if you all didn’t report to the mess hall.

as erwin fastened the rest of his shirt, he looked in your direction and gave a dark chuckle.

“what, need help getting dressed?” he laughed. the other two men laughed too at your inability to take care of yourself. it wasn’t like you could get up and walk, due to your legs feeling like jelly.

“j-just pass me my clothes...” you whisper, and yawn.

the men exchanged glances, and mike turned around to grab your pair of panties that sat on erwins desk. instead of giving them to you, he quickly stuffed them in his pocket.

“i’ll take this”, he said. “thank you for your donation.”

“hey, i need those!” you attempt to shout, but it came out as a quiet squeal. “give them back, mike.”

“too bad. guess the rest of the scouts will have to see what a cum slut you are”, erwin said, ushering the men out the door. “see you in five.”

so you crawled on your hands and knees to put on your clothes, fastening buckles and buttoning buttons. you felt the cum soak the bottom of your pants, seeping through the thin fabric of your pants.

for the rest of the night, you had to sit with your fellow officers in the mess hall with an ass full of cum. it was humiliating, but worth it.

[sweetbunnykook]

Q&A WITH 🐰: OY JK

A/N: Thank you to everyone who submitted a question for my first ever Q&A session with a character. Enjoy!

Bunny: Welcome to the first ever Q&A marathon starring my first yandere that I created on my blog, OY Jungkook! We have many readers send in questions they want him to answer and they have all been amazing; thank you for participating. Anything said in this interview will not be held against Jungkook whether it is from the readers or from him. This interview is a law-free zone, considering the context of his…activities in the story. Now, please give a round of applause for our cute but scary guest!

OY JK, beaming and bowing: I’m happy to be here, thank you for inviting me. I’m excited to talk about noona and I.

Bunny: Even if it’s NSFW?

OY JK: Especially if it’s NSFW.

Bunny, laughing: Let’s get started shall we? First question! Reader gucieguciekook said: “Hmm, oy!jk. What if Noona leaves you because of your unhealthy clinginess and constant need for intimacy and validation? OMG I LOVE U BUNNY”. Hahaha, I love you too!

OY JK: Phew, that’s a heavy one right off the bat. I think noona always appreciates me asking her for love and attention. Sure she gets a little annoyed sometimes when I’m upset that she’s more into her work than me, but I know when to back off a little bit so she comes after me for a change. I wouldn’t say my clinginess is unhealthy, just unordinary. So leaving is out of the question and I’ll do anything to stop that from happening. I’m a lucky man to be able to say we’re both equally obsessed with each other.

Bunny: I see…relationships are hard but as long as you love each other, it’ll be okay. Right?

OY JK, nodding: That’s right.

Bunny: Next question. From anonymous: “jk how do you picture your wedding with noona?”

OY JK, grinning: How much time do we have on this show?

Bunny: Plenty.

OY JK: Okay, to start off with, I want a small, intimate wedding with a limited number of guests so noona won’t be overwhelmed and it won’t bring back memories of her old wedding that shouldn’t have happened. Seokjin would be banned of course because he’ll just bring bad luck. As for decorations…she really likes peonies and orchids so I want the tables, the aisle, and the bouquet to be matching although the bouquet would be more beautiful because noona deserves the best. I want chandeliers and fairy lights too but nothing too bright and flashy. I’ll have a white suit on and she can pick a soft cloudy dress with a long tail, maybe something with chiffon and silk. No lace on anything except the veil. She might be pregnant by then so there must be a carpet and no dangerous areas like fountains and cliffs…actually, it might be a church wedding because she grew up religious and mother-in-law might like me better for that idea. For our rings, we’re getting them engraved and I’ll get a plain band and she’ll have the prettiest diamond from Cartier. We’ll serve cocktails and savory dinner items like roasted duck and lobster salad…but it depends on the season so I’ll have to wait until then.

Bunny: It seems you’ve thought about the wedding in detail.

OY JK, blushing: S-sorry, I tried to keep it brief.

Bunny: Oh it’s okay, I love the engraved wedding bands and flowers. Do you think noona would be thrilled?

OY JK: More than thrilled. I think she’d appreciate how much attention I’m putting into the smaller details. Noona is enthusiastic about beauty and I wanted to live up to her standards.

Bunny: That’s so sweet of you. Okay…next eyebrow-raising question from anonymous: “i see nsfw so i ask - koo what’s your favorite position with noona?”

OY JK: “I-I um…I like it when I’m sitting up and she’s on top so I can look at her face and play with her nipples. I can also hold onto her waist and control how fast or slow she wants it. B-But I also like missionary because noona gets to relax a-and I’m grateful that I can worship her body from head to toe in that position. It’s hard to pick a favorite when I’m just happy I get to touch her.”

Bunny: Is it hot in here or is it just me? Next question from stressedinmedschool257: “OY JK: will noona ever go with you to a shoot and will you ever ask to take pictures of her?? I’ve been seeing a lot of cute couple pictures like this and I think it’d be so cute to see you two doing it.”

OY JK, relieved his semi-boner is given a break: She’s been my muse since before we were in a relationship and it’s common for noona to model for me. I just keep the photos for myself. When she leaves work early or her vacation days coincide with my shooting days, I like to take her with me too. I gave her one of my cameras to use and she’s already taking pictures on her own hahaha, I think she’ll surpass my skills one day. We take a lot of photos on our dates too and the fridge in my studio has a few of our polaroid photos stuck onto it with magnets.

Bunny: That’s so cute! I’d love to see the couple photos another time. The same person is wondering about Taehyung and his girlfriend: “OY JK: have you ever met Tae’s assistant before?? If so, what did you think of her?? If not, do you want to or does Tae tell you enough about her???”

OY JK: Thank you, swing by my studio and I can give you a peek. No pictures please, for the sake of noona’s privacy. For Tae…I actually haven’t met his assistant before but we’ve talked on the phone and I’ve seen a photo of her. She seems very nice and genuine and I think Tae would appreciate someone who can keep up with him, you know he’s always traveling and it’s hard to get him to sit still. She’s head over heels for him and I think she’s great although I won’t hold my breath if she chooses to leave. Tae can be…difficult so I hope the best for her. I don’t tell them everything about noona so I only listen to what they want to tell me. Relationships are hard.

Bunny: Maybe one day I’ll have Taehyung join us in a Q&A.

OY JK, giggling: It’d take a miracle for him to do anything fun but I’d like to see you try.

Bunny: Okay, now back to noona. Anonymous asked: “Dear oy Jungkook, what’s your favorite physical attribute about noona and your favorite non physical attribute about noona?”

OY JK: Ah, it’s so hard to pick one but I’ll do my best. My favorite physical attribute would have to be her hair. She uses a honey hair mask that makes her hair smell so comforting that I fall asleep immediately when I spoon her and her hair is in my face. It’s so soft and long too. She has wavy hair so when she straightens it, it’s even longer and I just love combing through it. As for a non-physical attribute, I would say…her generosity. When we eat together she gives me the bigger portion and if she sees that I’m tired she always lets me nap on her lap and reassure me that everything is okay. She…she puts up a lot with me, I know. I love her so much for loving someone like me.

Bunny, choking up: Ah, Jungkook, you’re killing me. Please introduce me to any friends you have, I’d like a boyfriend as adorable as you.

OY JK: I’ll call Jimin and see if he’s interested but his cat steals all his attention these days.

Bunny: A cat as my love rival? I’d never win. Okay! Let’s end this on a fun note. Final question from anonymous: “what jk do if noona wont dress as a cat girl for him?”

OY JK: …

Bunny: …

OY JK: …C-can I please borrow a pillow?

Bunny, handing him a pillow to cover the very obvious tent in his pants: I’ll make sure to edit this out before airing.

OY JK: T-thank you and sorry…um…uh if noona won’t dress as a cat girl I…I’ll just have to accept this reality but she can’t resist me putting cat ears on her if I win a bet. That’s the rules.

Bunny: Why do I have a feeling from your reaction that you already have a plan to trap her into wearing cat ears?

OY JK, suppressing a smile: My lips are sealed.

Bunny: Well, this ends today’s Q&A session. Thank you once more to Jungkook for entertaining the readers and extra thank you to the readers for sending in questions. In case I don’t see you all next time, good afternoon, good evening, and goodnight.  

[iwach4n]

ok i crashed bc i havent slept in a hot minute buT punk yamaguchi lets geddit- SO HE WEARS RINGS RIGHT?!? AND HIS HANDS ARE SEXY AS FUCK,, SO yall are at a cafe or smth WITH THE REST OF THE SQUAD™ and he puts his hand on ur thigh and you try not to show it but god damn u are HORNY™ ,, and he notices bc how can he not with u squriming and rubbing your thighs together and he smiRKS and tEASES THE SHIT OUT OF YOU ,, AND U CANT DO ANTH except wHimper and takE IT BC ur his good girl 😌😌 - 🧿

i would say make sure you get more sleep but i took ages to answer this because i crashed too so that would be a teensie bit hypocritical. also i get so carried away with punk yams. like i just keep writing.

but like,,, he knows you have a thing for his hands. and even though he's not a sadist, coz this is still yamaguchi we're talking about, he is a bit of a tease, because he finds all your reactions just so cute and funny

imagine, the original karasuno nationals team meet up for lunch to catch up. all 12 players and both managers are there, and yamaguchi wanted to bring you along, and everyone was fine with it because they wanted to meet his s/o. its your first time meeting any of them apart from those who are still on the team in yams's year, so this really was a bad day to get unreasonably horny.

you're trying to answer nishinoya's questions and pay attention to the stories daichi is telling, but its so damn hard when his hands are right there, fingers absently drumming on the table when you'd much rather have them inside you, or pinching your nipple, or around your neck or in your mouth or literally anywhere that would ease your excitement. and it really didn't help that those rings not only made his hands look even better, they also kept drawing your attention.

yamaguchi notices the way you keep glancing at his hand. at first, he slips it in yours, thinking you want to hold hands but are shy in front of the team (he may be punk but he's still a sweetheart change my mind). he figures out what's going on when he notices your glances continue and the way you rub your legs together and wet your lips with a blush. and, well, what sort of boyfriend would he be if he left you wanting?

so he slips his hand under the table and towards you, lightly squeezing your thigh before going straight to where you need his attention. he hooks his finger into your underwear so that the cool metal of one of his rings is pressed right against your clit.

and then the bastard leaves it there.

he has to hold back a chuckle as he watches you squirm, the line between being subtle and getting off very fine and one you keep stumbling over. but then you look at him Like That - all blushy and desperate and silently begging - and god, he really can't resist you.

so he slips and finger inside and starts a decent pace - its relief, but you're not going to cum anytime soon, which is maybe better, considering how many people are here.

all hopes of keeping this a secret fly out of the window when tanaka, who was sitting across from you, drops a fork and goes under the table to get it. and yamaguchi doesn't stop. in fact, he slips another finger inside, making you whimper. and you know tanaka sees, because when he comes back up, he gives the two of you a look that you can't place between shocked, embarrassed and impressed.

and when you get home, he'll keep talking about it while he gives you orgasm after orgasm - about how you got so wet and horny just from looking at his hands, how tanaka was lucky to get such a great view, how you're so perfect and good for him for letting him do that where people might see

(official thirst night closed now but like. you know what my inbox is always open to go mad over punk yams)

[lifeofbouyd]

I Regret

Dear Bouyd,

Life ain’t always what it seems and I learnt that the hard way.

I left college in 2008 and headed straight into hotel industry with intentions of making something of life. I started out as bar manager and that’s where I made my name. In less than 2 tears I became the operations manager; overseeing the entire hotel and it’s associated properties close by. My life was looking fruitful and my bank account was on steady green. I was living the life I had always dreamt about; only issue was I still didn’t have me a Tom Cruise for a boyfriend. I had only had sex 3 times in my life and that was with 1 man. So I for a 26 year old I was still brand new. Throughout high school I didn’t see the need a boyfriend so I didn’t lose my virginity until my third year in college. A painful but memorable encounter. I started dating a Canadian guy who was a guest for a week at the resort. He was different in every way from your day to day guy. He dressed nicely, he smelled amazing and his voice had a melting tone. He operated his own business back in Canada and owned several properties. He was quite the business man. He was back within 3 months as we couldn’t wait to get under each other’s skin; we fucked in the moment he landed. His dick game was on point; deep strokes, sucking on my nipples, squeezing my ass and making me cum. We were like animals. It was the longest three days of my life. I wish he didn’t have to go back.for days I could feel him inside me; it felt as if he left a number on me.

I fell deep in love with this man and felt like I should spend the rest of my life with him. I wanted to be his last. I tried everything to make it work and eventually he saw my efforts. He invited me to come work and live with him which would result in us spending more time together. I thought about it hard and deep. This meant leaving my job, my family and my friends. I really loved my Job but I loved him even more so it was an easy decision for me to make. I booked my ticket and quit my job; heading into a new world for a new life. I spent my first 2 weeks in a hotel, he wanted me to experience luxurious Canadian lifestyle at its best. It made the r sorts back home look like villas. I applied for a job during my stay and started working a few days after my stay ended. I got along so well with everyone that within just 3 months I landed an acting site manager position.

Boss: Racquel, we’re gonna have a celebration dinner this weekend, bring someone.

It was the most well decorated event I’d ever been to. I could hardly speak when they called me up to congratulate me on my promotion. It all happened so fast I couldn’t find the words to express myself. Thinking that night couldn’t get any better, the music stopped. I saw him with the mike in his hand.

Joe: Racquel, I’ve got something to tell you.

I was shocked as I thought this was gonna turn out bad. A slow song started to play while he walked towards me. The lights were now focused on me as everyone turned to see what was going on. You make me happy, the happiest man there is and I want to wake up to that every morning. (Heart pounding) I wanna be everything that you need and I promise if you give me the chance I’ll prove that to you everyday. He went on his knees 🤭 Will you marry me?

For a second or two I was lost. I didn’t know how to answer. I’ve dreamt of saying yes so many times and so many ways but he caught me off guard. My proposal and my promotion in the same week. That’s like lightening striking the same place twice.

Joe: Racquel, will you marry me.

Me: Yes 😍 I’ll marry you, Again and again.

By the time he could slip the ring in my finger I had already jumped on him. Sucking on his lips as if I hadn’t seen him in years. Happy and horny we rushed home to fuck like animals. I was soaking wet long before I got out the car as I stroked his dick all the way home. As soon as I closed the door he grabbed me from behind, braced me against the wall and drilled my life out. Life was good. I was living the life of my dreams with the perfect man. We decided we’d get married within 5 months so I made preparations for my sister and my mom to come see me off. They landed 2 weeks before the wedding which gave us more than enough time to find the perfect dress. It was the first time in a few years we were so close and to be honest I really missed that.

I remember arriving at my wedding an hour late due to changing my makeup several times. I wanted it to be perfect, like a doll. I walked in to a thousand eyes staring at me and the man of my dreams on the alter crying like a baby. That’s the first time I saw him all dressed up. Gucci suite and red rolie was his motto. He looked like those millionaires on Forbes Magazine; young, rich and handsome. He looked me deep in the eyes and said his vows as if he wanted to touch my soul with his words. He promised he’d never cheat on me and he’d always treat me like a queen. He said we’d have the perfect life. An iced out 24k ring and a brand new car is what he gave me for my wedding present. I couldn’t stop looking at the ring, it reflected a rainbow across the alter when the sunlight hit the diamonds on top. The perfect wedding is what my mom called it. Even today it seems just like yesterday. I thought after a wedding like that my life would be perfect, I thought I’d have it all, I thought this was as good as life gets but I guess it was too good to be true. After a year of marriage I realized he started hiding stuff, he wasn’t the husband he used to be. I knew for a fact I wasn’t doing anything wrong because I fucked him twice before bed each night and before work in the morning. I asked him several times if everything was ok and he said he was so I figured he was going through a phase.

I had my sister come stay with me to go to college which turned out to be a big fucking mistake. I wanted to help her to get an education so she could get a better life but she had a different prize in mind. A friend told me she and my husband were going out but I didn’t believe. I trusted my sister and my heartbeat of a husband. I noticed some nights I’d wake up and he wouldn’t be in bed; but knowing him I thought he was in his office doing some work as always. One night I got curious and felt exotic. I wanted to go ride his dick in his office chair and have him water my baby’s head as u was 3 months pregnant. I stripped naked and walked slowly to the office but he wasn’t there. I checked the living room, the kitchen, the bathroom and 2 other rooms but he was no where to be found. I thought I’d go ask my sis if she saw him but what I saw I wish I had stay in bed and fingered myself ti sleep. I pushed my sister’s door open to see her sitting into my husband’s face while she sucks his dick. Wow 😮. I was beyond shock; my body was numb, my voice was gone. I shouted so many times but the words never came out. I stood there frozen watching him drink her dry. He had never sucked my pussy!!! Hey What the fuck is he doing, how can my sister do this to me, what did I ever do wrong? Tears flowed down my cheeks while anger ran through my veins. I wanted to kill them both but I couldn’t move. I had gotten a stroke. I watched them fuck like we used to until I blocked out.

I woke up 2 days later on a hospital bed to a doctor looking at me as if I had just risen from the dead.

Doctor: Welcome back to us. No sudden movements, you suffered a stroke and you are lucky to be alive. I’ll call your family to let them know you’re awake.

I fell asleep again shortly after. When I woke up I saw my husband sitting on a chair across from me, he had fallen asleep. I laid there looking at him and thought of all the ways I’d kill him but I could hardly move. He acted like nothing happened and when my sister got there she did the same. They acted as if they were strangers to each other. It made me question if I really saw them or if I was imagining things. I couldn’t stop thinking of them fucking each night while I was in the hospital. I had then on repeat and there was no stop button. To think I was sucking my sister’s pussy out my husband’s mouth got me so fucking angry I prayed they would die. He’s never given me heads, neither had I given him. I was a basic girl living a basic life in a new world. I had only seen oral sex in movies or on the net, there was no fine print on my marriage license that said oral sex was a must do. If he had asked I would have tried 🤦‍♂️. I couldn’t wait to get out that retched hospital and go home to my comfy bed. My friend came and got me the day I got released, I didn’t want either of them at home to come get me because I hated their guts. I came home to an empty house that afternoon as he didn’t leave work until 6 in the evenings and she’d normally have classes until 8. I made me a sandwich and decided to get some sleep until they get home. The noise in the house is what woke me up. They were in the living room playing like children. They had nothing on but their underwear; he was chasing her across the living room saying “I’m gonna punish you when I hold you”. Right then I realized my mind wasn’t playing tricks on me. My husband and my sister were having an affair. She finally stopped running and he held her in the couch and slipped her pantries off. She pulled his head like a gear stick all the way to her crotch. He caressed her pussy with his mouth like he was eating ice cream. And to think he was a decent guy 🤦‍♂️. My heart melted in my chest like butter in a hot frying pan. I shot them both dead and left them bleeding out on the floor. I caught the house and the vehicles on fire and watched it burned to the ground. At least that’s what I wanted to do but I just stood there watching them. By the time they realized I was watching I had already seen all I wanted to see or all that I didn’t want to see.

Joe: Honey I can explain, it’s not what it looks like.

Me: So you were not fucking my duster just now?

Joe: Actually she was riding me.

Me: 😳 wtf. I now think I married a fool because you think that makes it any different.

My sister sat on the sofa crying as if she expected me to feel sorry for her fucking my husband. They talked and talked but all I heard was rubbish. I didn’t even cry that day, I was too hurt to connect to my emotions. I slept in the beach house for about 2 months before moving out for good. I got myself an apartment in Ontario and left them both behind. I hadn’t seen or spoken to him until the baby was born. He came to sign his name on the baby’s papers. He kept crying and asking me to come home but I had outgrown my love him. I had and still have nothing but hate for him. I wanted to cut his dick off and feed it to him. I wanted to kill my sister for betraying me. I had achieved the life I had always wanted and she just came in and took it away. She reaped the seed that I had sewn and for that I’ll never forgive her. I’ve recently moved back to Jamaica for good and since I’ve been here I became a full fledge lesbian. I’ll never give another man a chance to hurt me the way he did. I’ve created a better life for me and my son here, my own businesses, a nice house and a few cars. I won’t say sometimes I don’t miss him because I really do but fuck him and fuck her too.

This is a lesson learnt. As they always say, “sorry fi maga dog him tun round bite yuh”. I learnt that the hard way and since then I don’t even trust my shadow anymore. My advise to everyone reading this is; be careful of the people you try to give a helping hand in life, it might just come to haunt you later. And the people closest to you are normally the ones to fuck you over fastest. I’ve always heard people say that but now I can really attest to it. But I’ll also say; love is rare and if you think you’ve found it don’t ever give up on it. Not every marriage will end up like mine. There are good people out there.

Yours Truly ,

Racquel

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Needed Reminder - Kinktober 2018 # 1

Giving away that they know each other is the last thing they should be doing. Actually, Kuroo rubbing himself against Kei while several high ranking lords of the region wine, dine and drown in debauchery rooms away from them is literally the last thing they should be doing.

Kinktober prompt: Angry sex/ Costume/ Almost getting caught

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Paring: Kurotsukki Additional tags: Porn with feelings, grinding, handjobs, established relationship. 

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“I literally,” he grits out, “cannot believe you.”

“U-huh.”

“I can’t believe this. Or me. What do I see in you?”

“Yeah.”

“Of course. Of course, you aren’t listening to me. You’re too busy jerking off while we’re undercover,” Kei hisses, turning his back to bear his teeth at his partner.

“Can’t help it. You look too good in that.” Kuroo cants his hips against Kei’s backside harder, pushing him against the wall with more force.  “Ah. Push your ass out a little more,” he says. Doesn’t wait for Kei to do so, but uses his hands to pull at his hips and reposition the curve of his back into a deeper arch. “Yeah, like that.”

Kei rolls his eyes before he gets the distinct feeling of something hot and hard grinding against his flesh through the flimsy see-through layers of fabric that adorn his hips. His face goes as red as the strips of chiffon adorning his body. He’s trying his best to be unaffected by this whole 'slamming you against the wall and fucking you with our clothes on' thing Kuroo’s got going on right now, but it’s hard. Really hard.

Maybe, if they weren’t in the middle of a mission to recover intel on a ring known to abduct mages and force them into service, he’d be very much more okay with dark-corridor groping.  Or if Kuroo wasn’t pretending to be a trader on the darker side of things looking for a good deal and a gold payoff. Or if Kei wasn’t pretending to be a stuck up royal bitch with a wealthy patron paying for exclusive rights to groping and other various things in order to avoid someone else thinking they could claim that privilege.

Giving away that they know each other is the last thing they should be doing.

Actually, Kuroo rubbing himself against Kei while several high ranking lords of the region wine, dine and drown in debauchery rooms away from them is literally the last thing they should be doing.

Kuroo’s reaction to his attire is over the top.

The outfit—if it can even be called that—is a traditional first dancer’s costume, one that Kei has only worn once before when he was trying it on. The top barely covers his nipples. It focuses more on the ribbons crisscrossing over and around his arms, from shoulders to palms, covered in detailed and intricate beadwork that solidified his false claims of being a dancer legacy needing shelter. The bottom is wide and flowy, the opacity dwindling to nothing but sheer red when it reaches his ankles.

After weeks of living in close quarters with the other dancers, they finally trust him and his “natural abilities” (as Yamaguchi calls him faking his way through everything) enough to let him don it for an event. They made him share first line with the annoying redheaded shrimp and the vain lead with floofy hair for his first official dance with the troupe.  

Nevermind that said vain bitch is also undercover but pretending not to be. Kei can spot someone lying low a mile away. As long as there’s no trouble—or worse yet, a leak—it’s none of Kei’s business who is who and what they’re doing.

Wet trailing over the bare skin that peeks out from his matching undergarments breaks Kei out of his daydreaming. He did not. He did absolutely not!

“Kuroo, is that your bare dick on my ass? Don’t you dare get this dirty. I won’t be able to look Yachi in the face ever again.”

He really wouldn’t. There’s something about Kuroo’s cum that marks clothing forever. Kei’s had to magick clean two borrowed outfits before, Yachi’s knowing eyes haunting him forever. He can’t go through with a third one, not without sacrificing the smallest bit of dignity he has left.

Freaking cat spirits and their need to mark everything.

Just as he’s about the say something along the lines of ‘This is not a great idea’ Kuroo’s hips gain traction. His hands spread Kei’s ass as much as they can and his cock fits against Kei’s hole in a way that has him unable to bite back the loud moan that escapes him. Kuroo’s thrusts get harder and Kei’s feels lucky that his costume doesn’t have bells attached like Hinata’s or they’d be caught immediately.

Seeing as this far south dancers are property of the High Lord, it wouldn’t do them any good to have someone walk in on them and have Kuroo arrested and publicly humiliated, no matter how much Kei wants to wring his neck at the moment.

It’s not like Kuroo is the only one suffering from the distance. Kei is having a hard time too. He’s sharing quarters with two dozen other people, there’s no time or place for him to let off any steam. He hasn’t been able to come at all since he went undercover, most of his time spent trying to gather information to report back. In the spare moments he has time to think about anything other than the mission, he’s wallowing about being so far away from his mate. He’s feeling the stupid cat-spirit-mate-bond separation bullshit too but he doesn’t go about humping people against walls in the middle of a banquet when they’re supposed to be gathering intel.

Kuroo hips haven’t stopped and now Kei is hard against his very tight undergarments meant to conceal this very thing. Fuck.  

“You can fuck me when we get out of this. You are aware of that, right?” He asks, because on missions like this sometimes Kuroo forgets there’s an end to them. That it will stop, and he and Kei will be back to sharing a bed, and a life, and fucking entirely way too much for the comfort of the people sharing a campsite with them.

Kuroo grunts. “Not the same.”

“How the hell not?”

“Now is now, then is then. I’ll fuck you then, anyway.”Kuroo’s hips jerk, pull a muffled moan out of Kei. “Get my cock in that tight hole of yours. Fuck into you until our bed is filthy. Wake up next to you smellin’ like me.”

Kuroo is frantic. His fingers sink into the meat of Kei’s hips and sting. Claws have come out, unbidden by the looks of it, summoned by sheer desperation. It doesn’t hurt. It makes Kei ache a little over how bad it’s gotten on Kuroo’s end. “Kuroo—”

“This is the last one. I’m gonna get you a place, a real one. Nice, too. Stop wandering around looking for trouble. Going to fuck you every day. Live with you—”

Kuroo’s voice is raw. He needs this, needs physical evidence that what they have is reality. “Tetsu—”

Any tenderness sprouting from his heart dies at the sound of a guard's boots against the stone floor. Around the corner, if his hearing is right.

Fear kills his boner and spikes his anger.

Shielding them is easy, doing it in a way that doesn’t trigger the alarms for anything more than low-level magick is a lot harder. Kei keeps it at a level that would be easy for a dancer to have out of sheer skill and the single afternoon he practiced for something like this.

Not quite like this, but some time where he’d need more than wit to get by. Round and wavering, it blinks into existence around them and shimmers with instability for three exact seconds that Kei doesn’t feel his face and feels every inch of the bare cock against his ass.  It settles, a barely-there yellow shine to the borders that will keep any sound inside it hidden from the outside. Anything even a hair more than this will trigger the charms he’s heard of from the maids gossiping and lead every guard around the perimeter right to them.

Kei is angry at everything. At the lot of them. At the guards who keep the status quo and look the other way. At the dancers who stopped fighting, who gave up. At the High Lord for thinking himself above the lives of others.

At being the one who’s wed to a man that couldn’t leave this alone.

He’s angry at himself, for being unable to keep out of this, to not be able to do as everyone else does and look the other way. He wishes he didn’t care. That he could see this happen and feel nothing, have no impulse of his legs to help, no twitching of his magick calling out to right a wrong.

He’s angry that he loves it; the mystery, the tricking, the outsmarting. The moment when can taste victory.

Kei is angry at all of this, and all of that, but there’s no solving it. Instead, he focuses all of his energy in the fact that he’s angry at Kuroo for making him think about it all, for breaking his will to not feel any of it. Kuroo is right in front of him.

Twisting his body, he untangles Kuroo’s hands still on his hips. They’re face to face, Kei’s back pressed to the coolness of the stone. Kuroo’s face is focused on the bend of the corridor and not on his hard, leaking cock out for everyone to see.

Kei’s thumb grabs his chin and swivels it with force. “Get over here.”

“Tsuk—”

Kei covers Kuroo’s mouth with his free hand. Does it hard, enough for the sound to echo around the bubble Kei’s put around them. He doesn’t know how long the shield will last before he’s forced to shut it down.

Kei leads Kuroo against the wall and grabs his cock, feels the shock and the moan vibrate against his palm. Makes a fist and jerks slow and hard. Strokes mean. Pours all his frustration into it. Every instance he’s had to sit there and think about Kuroo. All the times he’s had to suck it up for the sake of what they’re doing. All those moments where he’s scared, and lying, and alone.

They have put so much on the line, put themselves in harm's way.

He’s had to deal with the fact that Kuroo could die any day pretending to be something he’s not with people who oppose everything he stands for and Kei wouldn’t even know. He wouldn’t hear about it for days, stuck in a room with people in shitty situations and no hope left in their gaze.

And they’re going to risk it, for what?

For a quick backroom fuck?

Kuroo’s fangs come out. They nick his palm just enough for it to sting and Kuroo laps the blood with a whine. The neediness from before translates into Kuroo’s face, in the pinch of his brow. He uncovers Kuroo’s mouth to wipe the single tear tracking down his cheek.

“Kei—I’m,” Kuroo stammers.

Kei goes harder. Put his thumb against the head of Kuroo’s cock, purple and slick, and slides it hard. Keeps him on edge just a tad because he knows how. He’s the keeper of that knowledge and Kuroo needs a reminder.

He’s not about to give this up so easily. They’re stronger than that.

Kuroo comes all over Kei’s hand with a choked groan and stuttering hips.

Kei owns this. No amount of resigned dancers or piss-poor High Lords snatching people up is going to take this away from him.

Kuroo stands there. His chest is expanding quickly, cheeks flushed and rosy, sweat glistening in the low light.

It’s not enough.

Kei holds up his dirtied hand to Kuroo’s face.

Kuroo’s tongue is rough. Little pricks scrape Kei’s fingers, lapping up every drop of white slow. He goes about it carefully, reverently, going over every finger, his palm, to that stray drop running down Kei’s arm until his skin is pink from the attention.

Kuroo finishes with a slow kiss to Kei’s palm. His eyes are closed, his breathing even.

It’s cathartic. A reassurance that they’re together right now. Still each other’s, even if they have to pretend otherwise in front of everyone else. He hopes it’s enough for Kuroo’s heart to settle back down.

Kuroo sighs against him. “Thank you. Sorry.”

He rolls his eyes and tucks Kuroo back in his breeches. “Let’s go, before we get murdered.”

Kei keeps his anger away in a box. Wraps strings around it tight, until there’s nothing in his heart but calm. He’ll use it when the time comes. Fuel his magick with it, with Kuroo’s desperate face. Now there’s no place for it.

Kuroo fiddles with his dancer’s costume—and that’s what it is to him, no matter how genuine it might be—until it’s clear that he’s stalling. He gives Kei a lopsided smile that is more half real than not and takes a step back. Then another. Kuroo steps back until the very edge of the bubble. The distance between them is a proper one. A respectful one between a fine standing merchant and taken dancer. One to prevent misunderstandings.

They’re excellent at what they do. Kuroo transforms, his eyes detached.

Kei hates it.

“Tetsurou, I love you so much,” he says. Lets the shield drop immediately after.

Kuroo’s indignant expression at his inability to respond makes him hate the space between them a little less.

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I N I T I A L S

Summary:  fear fɪə/ noun 1. an unpleasant emotion caused by the threat of danger, pain, or harm.

Genre: Romance.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Rating: Mature  (fluff + angst? + s m u t)

Length: 3.1k

Warnings: daddy!kink +(super lame attempt at) mafia!yoongi + mentions of blood + slight knife play

fear fɪə/ noun 1. an unpleasant emotion caused by the threat of danger, pain, or harm.

Fear is waking up in the middle of the night to the front door closing. Fear is staying still surrounded by cold sheets waiting to get warm. Fear is laying your head on a pillow meant to be shared. Fear means loneliness. Fear takes form of a closed off throat. Fear is not being able to sleep at all.

Fear is in the form of dragging feet tiredly along the floor. Fear is bloodstains on the carpet. Fear is the sound of undoing ties and unbuttoning wrinkled white shirts painted in red. Fear is the sound of knuckles cracking. Fear sounds like dropping onto a swivel chair and leaning your head back. Fear sounds like exhausted but relieved sighs.

Fear is waiting. Fear is kisses that linger for too long. Fear is phone calls that last too short. Fear is needing and missing. Fear is saying goodbye. Fear is brushing away tears and hoping he'll be home soon. Fear is not knowing where he goes or where he is. Fear is not knowing when he's coming back.

Fear is not knowing whether he's coming back or not.

Taking a deep breath, you push the silk sheets out of your body. You sit up and, chills immediately running down your spine and you're contemplate whether they're caused by the February freezing wheather or the thought that Yoongi was only a couple meters away from you. You're still amazed by the effect his mere presence has on you, even if you can't see, touch or smell him. You can feel him.

Not bothering to put on your slippers on, your bare feet make their way towards your bedroom door while you rub your eyes, trying to erase any sign of slumber on your face. Not like you were getting much sleep anyway. You never did if Yoongi wasn't on his side of the bed right next to you.

You walk through the darkness of your house. It's too big of a place. Too big for it to be occupied by two people, one of whom is barely ever there. It's too big of a place, yet you don't even have to swith on the light. You've already memorized every inch, every single step, every single room and every single wall to wander around with your eyes blinded. And soon enough you find yourself in Yoongi's office.

He's told you many times to stay away from it, to not bother him while his working on his God knows how many illegal and extremely dangerous activities before locking himself away from you and the world. Your world.  

This time, though, the door is open but you stay still, leaning against the doorframe

Sure, it's not the first time you've seen it. You've just never had the opportunity to put a foot inside. The lights are off as well, but the grand crystal wall in the back is enourmous enough to allow the moonshine to iluminate it with grey and blue tones. There's a couch with a small tea table in front, a couple shelves full of books Yoongi's even ever read, and a desk surprisingly neat.

And he's right there. Basically laying down on the chair behind the desk, head up high resting against it the back of it with his eyes closed.Your heart clutches in your chest at the sight and you almost, almost forget you're mad at him for not calling or texting you or sending you one of his many men to let you know he was ok while he was away.

As if he could listen to the thoughts in your mind wondering whether you should step inside or not, he startles you by speaking up. “Come here.”

His voice is low and gruff as it always is, but it holds a tone full of weariness. However, it still has the power to make the old butterflies in your stomach appear once again, just like the first time you heard it.

Hesitating, you pull the fallen strap of your satin night gown up in place. It's the gown he gifted you on your second anniversary. 'You're going to wear this only for me and you're going to wear it until I'm the one who takes it off.', he had said after you opened the box. You had blushed and kept your promise, and he had kept his.

You walk with uneasy steps until you're standing in front of him. You ignore the metal gun placed He doesn't move. He hasn't moved at all the whole time you were there. You've always admired him for being able to always maintain such an stoic demeanor, no matter what the situation was.

You reach out with no vacillation and gently let your fingers comb through his silver bangs, pushing them back and you can finally take in his features after a long time of only remembering them through pictures. Your hand slowly travels to his cheek, tracing fresh scars and dried flecks of burgundy until it cups his jaw, the ring placed on your middle finger shining the only thing shining in the room. He finally opens his eyes and looks at you. The same black orbs with dark circles uderneath that said goodbye months ago were staring right into you, filled with fatigue. Yoongi was never a man of words, but his eyes shouted everything his lips couldn't. And they were voicing how hard it had been without you and how much he had missed you.

You swallow the lump in your throat as his eyelids flutter closed again. Lifting a hand, he engulfs yours in it. His other hand, instead, ends up wrapping around the back of your naked thigh, puling you closer and his frozen skin almost makes you gasp if you hadn't been accostumed to it already. But you are. The pads of his calloused fingers feel rough against yours and there's always been something so satisfying about such a contrast. He leans against the warmth of the palm of your hand and you can feel tears prickling in the back of your eyes, but you push them away and decide to run your thumb along the bruise of his lower lip. He places a small kiss on it and it's you who speaks this time before licking your lips.

“How have you been?” your voice is calm as his lips try to find the palm of your hand, kissing it. He keeps adorning your sking with kisses along your wirst and forearm, the hand on your thigh firmly bringing your body to his and you love instant jolt that runs from your head to your toe and settles on your core.

“I've been better.” you don't question further. You know he doesn't like you asking about business. You decide to wrap your arms wrap around him now, both hands on his neck as his wrap around you as well, both hands on the back of your thighs. He feels warmer. You feel warmer. It feels like home. “How have you two been?” he murmurs against your clothed stomach.

“How did you know?” you bite your lip. The whole room would be silent if it wasn't for the loud beating of your heart. You're sure even he can hear it from down there.

“Taehyung found two positive pregnancy tests on the trash can.” his nose nuzzles over your belly button and you roll your eyes and bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling.

“You sent Taehyung to look through our garbage?” your hands played with the hair on the back of his neck and you felt him smirking.

“I sent Taehyung to make sure you were safe. Him finding the pregnancy tests was just a lucky casuality.” he says simply. His fingers toy with the hem of your gown, slowly hiking it up until your lacy underwear comes into view. He hums in appreciation before looking up at you again. “How long?”

“Three months. Right before you left.”

He gets on his feet suddenly. His hands cradle your face and he stares into your eyes. This time they 're speaking again. But it has nothing to do with relief after making sure you're okay, it has nothing to do with anger for being away for so long, it has nothing to do with fear of losing you. It has all to do with hope, excitement, happiness, desire, joy and love.

“I love you.” again, Yoongi is not the type to say that often, yet, the way his voice holds every single emotion he hasn't experienced for the past months make the tears in your eyes reappear. The moment he sees them watering, he swallows them with a desperate kiss. One that leaves you breathless,  but Yoongi's kisses always leave you breathless, regardless of how brief they were. This one,  though. This one is like no other one. You've missed the way kis lips felt against yours and you open your mouth without doubt, allowing him inside.

Your tongues, old lovers seeing each other for the first time after many years, meet again and you both moan at the same time. His hands  find your waist, slamming you against his suit claded chest and your arms encircle his neck. Leaving no space between your bodies, he presses you against his desk as his fingers begin to bunch your gown over your hips. With one arm wrapped around your waist and the other one lifting one of your legs so it rests against his hip, he doesn't stop kissing you until you're sitting on the wooden table.

His lips leave your mouth to attack your neck, leaving new purple and red marks, as well aswet spots on your flesh. You say his name as you tilt your head back, eyes closed and letting him completely take over your collarbone.

“So soft.” he says, voice muffled by your skin as his hand pulls down the straps of your gown. You shiver at the sudden exposed area of your breasts and gasp when he takes one of your nipples in his mouth. His tongue cirlces around it while his teeth bruise it, letting it out with a loud pop and eliciting a loud moan from your lips while his hand makes sure not to leave your other breast free of attention. “Fuck, babygirl. You have no idea how hard I've been these past months just thinking about this.”

His lips find yours again in another heated kiss while his fingers dig into the flesh of your hips, pulling your core to his prominent erection strained under his suit pants. “Did you miss me?”

Too distracted by the feeling of his cock against your dripping center, you forget to answer him. He responds by burying one of his hands between your locks of hair, yanking it back  you open your eyes to find his. He thrusts his hips against you and another jolt of electricity runs through your body. “Answer me.” his voice is low and threatning and it made the fabric of your underwear stick to the lips of your pussy. Years ago, the idea of any men being possesive disgusted you. It went against your idea of feminism and your beliefs as a woman and you swore to yourself you would never let any man dominate you. But after meeting Yoongi and discovering how much he enjoyed being in control in the bedroom, you ended up enjoying it way more than you would've liked to admit.

“Did you miss me?” he repeats again, tugging at your hair once more.

“Yes, daddy.” you say breathless. You see the corner of his mouth curling upwards, the beginning of a smile that he tried to conceal, the previous exhaustation in his eyes is long forgotten and is now replaced with pure lust and eagerness.

“Good girl.” he pushes himself away from you, and you protest by whining and trying to reach out to him. “Turn around for daddy and place your hands on the desk.” Slowly, you do as he says, your back now to him and the palm of your hands pressing on the wood under you. “Now lean forward.”

Bending over the desk, your ass perking up and your naked breast meeting the cold surface, you anticipate his next command.

Yoongi, however, is too busy appreciating every inch of your body exposed to him in that position. He pulls your underwear down right before your thighs start but leaving the on until your ass is completely uncovered. His hands rest on your buttcheeks, lightly massaging them as his fingertips begin to dig into your flesh. “I wish you could see how marvelous your ass iss, baby girl.”  Without warning, his palm collides with your skin and you choke on a gasp. “It looks better like this, though.”

You feel your core pulsating and your juices slipping past your lower lips and down your inner thighs. You need to feel him inside you. You feel one of his hands traveling lower until his fingers run along your slit. You tense immediately and bite your lip to hold back a moan as he collects some of your fluids.“Yoongi.” you call and you realize your mistake the moment his name slips past your mouth. He smacks you again with his other hand and your nails scratch the wooden surface.

“Shit, baby girl, you're so wet.” his fingers keep slow dancing across your opening, teasingly, until he slips his middle and index finger inside you with ease. Your hips buckle back, in a pathetic attempt at trying to push it further inside. You groan in frustration when he lets out a chuckle. “Look at you, trying to fuck yourself with my fingers like a good slut.” He slaps you again and you moan louder as his fingers begin to move painfully slow.  

“Daddy, please.” you beg and you can recognize the neediness in your voice. It's the same needy tone you always used with your husband.

He pulls his fingers out of you and with his other hand grips your hair and yanks you backwards. Your ass is resting against his crotch and his chest is pressed against yours. Hi places his glistening fingers in front of your mouth and he grunts a “Open up”, which you more than gladly oblige. You take them between your lips and your tongue swirls around them, humming as you taste yourself.

Once you're finished, his still wet fingers take your chin and turn your head to the side so you're facing him. He inspects your eyes in silence and you wonder what he's thinking, you wonder what's exactly going through his mind. But you don't have much time to keep thinking about it, because he's kissing you again and you're moaning again. “Yoongi, I need you. Please.” you manage to say through kisses and you almost scream in joy when you hear the zipper of his pants being pulled down.

He stops kissing you to start kissing your neck while he frees his member out of his clothes. With one hand on your hip keeping you still, and his other hand placing his rock hard dick in your entrance, his teeth graze your earlobe as his tip pushes inside you.

You both moan in delight after he eases himself inside of you all the way. He doesn't move at first, taking his and your time to enjoy and appreciate the feeling of him filling you up again after months. “Is it ever going to stop feeling this good?” he ask between your neck and your shoulder and you smile, shaking your head no.

Then, he's bending you over his desk again and that's when he starts pounding into you. You say his name over and over again and he grunts in response behind you. You love it when he makes love to you tenderly, and you love it when he's like this, rough, fast, and desperate. It's the way he fits so perfectly inside you and the way he hits that certain spot that makes your toes curl and your hands try to grab onto something for life. The sound of his hips slapping against your ass fills the room as well as the obscene wet sound of his dick entering you, leaving you and entering you again, and again.

Maybe it's your hormones, maybe it's because you haven't been this intimate with Yoongi for the past three months, or maybe it's because he's the only one capable of making you feel this way, but you can already feel your climax aproaching.

Yoongi seems as gone as you, sweat is starting to fall down his temples and is making his still intact  blood stained white shirt cling against his back, but still, his hand reaches out and opens up a drawer next to him. You can't see what's in his hand because your cheek against his desk doesn't allow you to, so you close your eyes and decide to keep enjoying him fucking you from behind.

Then, out of sudden, you feel it.

On your right ass cheek. A sharp edge dragging across your flesh and it stings. You can feel him scribbling lines on your skin, earning a slight yelp from your lips and a small drop of blood sliding down your glute. The pain is nothing like you've ever felt before and it makes the pleasurable sensation even more instense.

You open your eyes at the sound of an object dropping on the desk only to find a knife -Yoongi's favourite knife- resting right next to your head.

And then his hands are grabbing your hips, harder than before and he's pounding ginto you, harder than before. The desk shakes, some papers and pencils fall to the floor and you're screaming when he makes you reach your peak. Your walls tighten around him, your hands look for the edge of the table until your knuckles turn white and you feel him giving a final thrust harmonizing with a loud grunt coming from his chest. Emptying himself inside you, he collapses on top of you, chest to back and both hands on either side of your head, trying to catch his breath as you try to catch yours.

He kisses your head, the back of your neck, your shoulders and every bit of newly found skin he can find. One of his arms wraps around your middle, the palm of his hand rubbing soothing circles on your growing belly, bringing you up closer to him while he places murmured 'I Love you's' against your ear. His other hand travels back to your ass. You don't need a mirror to let you know know that the smudged red lines that his now stained fingers are currently tracing over your skin spell the initials of his name.

MY.

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Marissa:  It had been nearly a week since our little warrior Rhavage was born. He was a good boy for me and his Daddy. I still couldn’t believe he was our little bundle of joy. He slept through the day just like us, night time he would keep us awake the whole family loved him. Everyone took turns in holding him, Butch took a week off rotation just to help and let me rest, it was heaven. Looking at him he was devoted to Rhavage whenever he woke up he was there told me to stay in bed and rest. I think since having Rhavage it’s changed him a little he is more focus and he is such a loving father to him. I guess that is why I love him so much, he puts us first like he always did with me. Just seeing him with Rhavage, I feel pain for him because he never got the love from his own family. That is why I am going to make sure that he is with us everyday/night. He is my soulmate the love of my life.

My arms were around Butch as we was snuggling in bed. Rhavage was in his moses basket next to our bed. I could hear him in his sleep making noises it was so cute as if he was dreaming. I lifted my head and smiled at Butch “Can you hear him baby?” Placing my arm over his chest “He sounds as if he is dreaming baby.”  Moving up closer as I planted a soft kiss on his lips.

Butch:  

Laying in bed, Marissa had her arm across my chest, Rhavage was asleep in the Moses basket by our bed “Yeah I can baby. I wonder if he's dreaming of his next feed” Chuckling softly,  capturing Marissa's lips with my own. I was blessed with a loving mate, a young who we both adore. Wrath had given me the week off rotation to adjust to fatherhood. I was helping out the best I could with Rhavage with his feed or if he needed his diaper changing. I never knew how much a baby could poop! And it stank. Yes even worse than V's socks.

Everyone in the mansion were flocking to see our little warrior, taking turns to hold him, coo over him. The females were taking it in turns to pamper Rhavage, I bet he now knows how a parcel in pass the parcel feels now. This was my family, the joys of a new life, new beginnings. But at times I did think of Odell and how she would of love to see Rhavage, but would of that tipped her further over the edge in her dementia? Would any of the other O'Neals would believe her, if mother had lived, a word she said. They would of passed it off as one of her little episodes.

Sighing deeply as Marissa's and mine lips parted, I was about to talk to her when Rhavage began to become restless. First it was a whimper till he cranked the volume up and cried at the top of his lungs. “Is the next feed in the fridge baby?” Getting out of bed towards the moses basket. I bent over scooping Rhavage into my arms “Hungry I guess?” Rhavage answered with a loud wail “Yep your hungry” Handing the little man to Marissa I headed out into the lounge and into the gallery kitchen.

Marissa: As I was laying next to Butch, Rhavage gave out a massive wail it was loud. Yep, I guess our little warrior is hungry. Butch got out of bed and passed Rhavage to me, I held him in my arms  as Butch went towards the lounge into the kitchen to get him a bottle. “Baby, I could just breastfeed him, keep the bottles for when we need them. It saves you getting up while we are both here baby. Yea my boobs hurt but that is because he likes his food.” Laughing softly. “Sometimes he sucks really hard, he is even worse than you baby. But he needs to feed so I don’t mind.”

Butch:

Once in the kitchen Marissa yells out about breastfeeding “Now she tells me” saying this to myself. Shouting back to her “I'm coming back baby” Back in the bedroom Rhavage had latched onto Marissa's nipple and was suckling to his heart's content. Lucky boy having that harden bud in his mouth. The instant I thought of Marissa's nipple in my mouth the guy down below got hard, turning my back I rearranged myself “Not now you traitor” Turning back around Marissa was stroking Rhavage on the side of his face. “Baby do you want to take our little warrior to the Safe Place tonight? The females and the young will adore him” Perching on the edge of the bed I brought my hand up, letting Rhavage hold onto my index finger.

Marissa: After I shouted to Butch about me breastfeeding he shouted back that he was on his way back. Rhavage was still wailing until I lifted him up closer holding him tight with my hands supporting his back, trying to ease him. That is when he latched onto my nipple hard, sucking so hard making these cute sounds. “Damn Rhavage you are just as bad as your Daddy.” Laughing more  “Though I should think he would be jealous right about now that it’s not him and maybe have a bulge in his pants.” I carry on feeding our little warrior.

Butch: Rhavage had his feed which took about thirty minutes, but he needs milk to grow and poop more in his diaper. Once he had done Marissa passed Rhavage to me, I laid him gently over my shoulder, patting his back gently till he deafened me with burp “Where did that come from? Your big toes?” Laying him back on our bed, I played with him whilst I talked with Marissa “What do you think of going to the Safe Place baby?” I continued to make cooing noises to Rhavage till Marissa answered me.

Marissa: After I finished feeding Rhavage, Butch took him out of my arms and starting patting his back he gave out a large burp. Laughs softly just like his Daddy. Watching him as Butch played with our son, making me laugh a lot. “That sounds like a great idea baby. I bet everyone can’t wait to meet him, baby. He is going to get very spoiled baby. I bet I am only inside for a about 2 minutes and he will be gone out of my arms. When shall we go baby?”

Butch:  

“We can go tonight if you want to baby. You have a shower and I'll get Rhavage ready” As Marissa got up I gave that sexy ass of hers a quick slap. I scooped Rhavage into my arms and carried him over to the changing station. Laying him down I got a clean diaper from the draw below, some wipes and some talc. I proceeded to change Rhavage's diaper, putting the dirty diaper into a diaper sack and tied it up, throwing it into the trash can. Placing the clean diaper under him, I grabbed some wipes and cleaned his butt. Taking a clean cloth I patted him dry, grabbed the bottle of talc and shock it into his butt and front. Once done I taped the diaper together at the sides “One clean warrior, now for some clothes” With one hand on Rhavage I bent down grabbing a baby grow, a little t shirt with the Red Sox on and a little pair of jeans. Putting them on him was like having a wrestling match, at one point Rhavage was winning but I got the better of him and got him dressed. Picking him up I turned towards the bathroom door as Marissa emerged from the bathroom “We got one clean kiddo here baby”

Marissa: I placed Rhavage into Butch’s arm as I headed to the bathroom for a shower. “Butch’s hand caught me on the cheek of my butt, as I headed towards the bathroom. “Mmm baby” laughing softly as I headed into the shower. I finished in the shower getting myself dressed I could hear Butch and Rhavage in the other room. I opened the door slightly watching them both. I could see Rhavage having a wrestling match with his dad and Butch was trying to dress him, it was so cute to see. My little warrior trying to give his daddy a run for his money but it didn’t work Butch got the better of him. The noises he was making made my heart melt. Then Butch told me our little warrior was clean. “I can see that baby, I was watching you both.”

Butch:

“You were? Did you see him put up the fight of his life there. Baby he doesn't like having clothes on, I think we have a nudist here” Laughing handing Rhavage back to Marissa. “I'm going to take a quick shower and then we set to go” Pressing my lips against Marissa's I headed into the bathroom. Once in there I turned the shower on, kicked my boxers off and stepped under the water. Grabbing the soap I did a quick foaming over my body, under my nut sac and suds down my back. Putting the soap back I turned the shower off and stepped out, drying myself off I went back into the bedroom, going to the closet I dressed quickly into some leather pants, a muscle shirt. Arming myself I wasn't going outside into the big bad world not able to protect Marissa and Rhavage. I put on a leather coat and pocketed more knives, ammo and a length of chain. Coming out of the closet I look over to Marissa and Rhavage “You two ready?”

Marissa: “Yes, baby. I was watching you both, you gave as good as he did to you baby. I know baby do you think because he was nude inside me so long or maybe because he is to warm? But then again baby, you are always commando maybe he takes after his Daddy.” I held my arms open as you placed our son back in my arms as you also went and had a shower. Playing and listening to Rhavage as I waited for Butch to come back. Hearing him entering the room and going over to the closet arming himself with Knives, ammo and other stuff. Then he turned asking us if we was ready. “Yes, baby. We are ready. “

Butch:  

“Car seat is in the lounge baby, you get Rhavage strapped in and I'll get the keys from V” Going to V I grab the Escalades keys off him “I'm taking Marissa and Rhavage to the Safe place” “You want back up?” “Nah we be fine but I'll ring you if we need you” I returned to Marissa's side, she had Rhavage in the car seat, strapped in a blanket across his legs keeping them and his feet warm. Picking up the car seat I took Marissa's hand in mine and walked out of the pit into the courtyard

Marissa: Listening to Butch as he told me the car seat was in the lounge, I walked to the lounge placing Rhavage in the seat strapping him in. Putting a blanket over his feet to keep him warm. I was waiting for Butch as he grabbed the keys for the Escalade from V. Butch returned and we walked out of the pit into the courtyard to go to the safe place.

Butch:

Taking the keys from my pocket, I pressed the button on the fob, the indicators flashed unlocking the Escalade. Opening the rear door I place Rhavage into the backseat, strapping him in with the seat belt. Closing the door I opened the passenger door and helped Marissa in, strapping her in as well. I give Marissa a kiss and closes her door. Coming round to the driver's side I open the door, getting in and shuts the door, putting on my seat belt. I push the keys into the ignition and turns the engine on. Reversing back till I can bring the front of the Escalade around, I drive down the lane till I reach Route 22. Driving down into Caldwell then back out to the outskirts it wasn't long before we were at the Safe Place. Putting the Escalade into park, I switched the engine off. Getting out I helped Marissa and Rhavage up to the front door.

Marissa: I got out of the Escalade and went up to the front door to surprise everyone, Butch kissed me, he knew he wasn't allowed into the Safe Place. I entered the safe place, I was only in there about 2 minutes before Rhavage was in someone else’s arms. Smiling as I watched the people around me. “Evening all, I thought | would surprise you all. This is our little warrior Rhavage.” I sat down watching the people with my bundle of joy.

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