#this is basically me trying to fit as many kinks into 2.6k words!!

[steamracha]

{warnings: dom!jaemin, sub!reader, dirty talk, teasing, edging, orgasm denial, intense foreplay, eating out, punishment, a lot of pet names, slight degradation, light bondage, begging, mentioned breeding kink, marking, mentioned squirting, slight subspace, colour checking!, cockwarming– soft aftercare♡}

[11:41pm] "you're dripping wet for me, princess."

jaemin's words are fond and dripping with a honeyed lilt, eyes sparkling as if he has no idea why this may be. as if he's not been between your spread thighs–teasing and grazing his fingers over where you need him most–for the last who knows how long. you've lost track of time, so wrapped up in his fleeting touches and sweet whispers of praise.

the only coherent thought in your pleasure-warped mind is simply that you need him, now.

his deft, arousal-coated fingers skim lightly over your inner thighs, feathery and soft, making you hold back a desperate whimper. he merely snickers at your expression, almost amused by the sufferings he's putting you through, before slowly leaning down to blow a wisp of warm air over your clit. this only makes you squirm under the vice like grip of his hand on your hip, wetness continuing to slide down your aching pussy. you can feel a pool of your arousal forming underneath you on the sheets, and jaemin doesn't hesitate to point it out with a lazy grin.

he swirls a finger around in it, unable to conceal the smugness in his tone, "aww, sweetheart, i haven't even touched you properly and yet you're dripping like a needy little slut." his knuckles come up to brush softly against your core, rubbing feather-light circles over the flushed skin. "i wonder how wet and desperate you'll get when i fuck you…do you think you'll clench around me and cum, just from me pushing into your tight little pussy? maybe you'll squirt again just like last time, or maybe before you get to reach your high, i'll pull out, cum all over your face–you'll take it, whatever i give you, like a good girl–and then you'll cum untouched, crying my name loud enough to let the neighbours know. do you want that, do you princess?"

his voice is hushed as all of these filthy words spill out, gazing at your soaking heat as it flutters slightly, completely enamoured by how much power he has over you in this moment.

"tell me kitten, how badly do you want this? should i even bother to touch you after the shit you pulled earlier? maybe i should leave you here until morning, hmm?"

you whine in protest at his suggestion, bucking your hips up wildly to try and reach him. his grip gets impossibly tight as he pins your waist down to the mattress, eyebrow raised. "come on, kitten, use your words. do you think you deserve being touched, or should my little slut get her punishment?"

you moan, desperation seeping through your voice as you messily manage to say, "please, jaemin–aahh, please touch me, i need your fingers, anything, please, oh my god–" you're interrupted by a strangled, obscene whine of pure want erupting from the back of your throat, one that sets your cheeks alight and takes the both of you aback.

jaemin recovers quickly from the surprise of you being so needy from just this, and beams up at you with approval from between your legs.

"cute."

suddenly, there's a wave of pleasure crashing between your thighs as he brings his mouth to your dripping entrance, making quick work of you as he drags his tongue all the way up to your clit in a single motion. your thighs automatically try to clamp around his head at the burst of electricity that sparks through your body, but he tightens his hold and dives in.

jaemin licks and sucks at your throbbing bead, not even stopping to catch his breath once. he looks sinful like this, you think, chin dripping with spit and arousal as he eats you out so, so well, causing a string of high, frantic moans and whines to echo through the bedroom.

"so desperate, sweetheart, staining all over and making a mess on the sheets. your pretty little pussy looks so cute like this, so dirty." he groans against your entrance, dipping his tongue in and watching your reactions.

taking one of his hands from their place on your hips, jaemin circles two fingers over your sensitive clit, enjoying the way you arch your back and let out a filthy moan when he plunges them into your soaking heat. a familiar knot is beginning to form in the pit of your stomach at the stretch, making you even more desperate to feel him inside you.

as if reading your mind, jaemin attaches his saliva coated lips to your swollen bud, sucking harder, faster. he slips another finger into your core, loving the way your eyes roll back into your head when you feel the digits curl upwards, brushing easily against your g-spot.

"are you gonna cum for me, sweetheart?" he mouths around your clit, making you gasp at the vibrations running through you, "do you wanna cum around my fingers, does it feel that good?"

filthy, squelching noises of your wetness bounce around the walls of your room, making you flush. you're a writhing mess at this point, tears running down your cheeks as you babble incoherent nonsense, begging him to let you cum, he's so good to you, please.

you're so close, just a little bit more and you'll be able to feel the sweet relief of your high, just a little more–

jaemin just smirks knowingly against your soaking bundle of nerves, leaving one last lick and thrust of his digits to your core before pulling out immediately.

you cry out with burning disappointment, feeling the tension in your abdomen fade away into nothingness at the sudden lack of stimulation. jaemin coos at you, wiping the lower half of his face with an edge of the blanket before sitting up, blinking innocently as if he didn't just prevent you from coming, as if he didn't just spend the last hour teasing the shit out of you and driving you insane.

the throbbing between your legs is dulled down to an ache now, making you squirm and clench your thighs together in search for some friction. seeing your pathetic attempt to get yourself off while your hands are tied together above your head, jaemin grins a cat-like grin and scoots closer, making you sit straddling his lap and fitting his hands around your hips once again.

you can feel his bulge right underneath your soaked core, and you softly moan, trying to subtly move around to press into him, to feel something. jaemin tuts, pulling you closer and running his hand over the curve of your spine, making your breath hitch in your throat.

"princess, stay still or i won't fuck you." his simple, quiet words of warning are enough to send a jolt of arousal shooting through you, down to your pressing heat, making you lean your forehead against his bare shoulder in your overwhelmed state. "good girl, such a good girl for me."

he quickly brings a finger to tilt your chin upwards to meet his eyes, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth before continuing. "what's is it baby, do you want me to fuck you raw? to fill you up all the way and ruin you until you're a mess, begging for me to let you spill all over my cock, huh?"

he groans at the way you whimper at his words, leaving an uneven line of kisses across your neck and collarbones, bruising in plain sight where anyone can see. you love it, the thrill of having your friends see the red and purple marks left by jaemin, having to explain and seeing their reactions as your boyfriend smirks proudly and wraps an arm around your shoulders. he knows it, and you do too.

"want me to fill you with my cum afterwards, breed you so good?" he murmurs against your sternum, a gasp slipping past your cherried lips. "do you want that, kitten?"

"yes!" you manage, out of breath and eyes glazed over as you throw your head back in ecstasy, feeling him mouth under your jaw, working at your sweet spot, "please jaemin, oh, fuck–please, want you to cum–ahh–cum in me, wreck my pussy, i need you inside, nana!"

"whatever you say, princess. just remember that you can't cum until i say so, yeah?" your eager nods make him smile with pride and meet your eyes, brushing a dampened lock of hair away from your face. "good kitten. you're so pretty like this, princess, all obedient and needy, just for me."

your heart feels full as you lean into his touch, allowing him to remove the rest of his clothes and watching contentedly as his belt hits the floor with a metallic clink. you're very far gone at this point, having spent most of the long evening being teased by jaemin. you just want him inside of you now, for him to fill you up with his cock. you need him.

your eyes feel heavier, weighed down by tiredness and darkened with lust. you might be slipping, just a little bit–you blink a few times in succession and shake your head slightly, something that doesn't go unnoticed by your boyfriend.

jaemin settles back down on the covers, gaze softening at the edges as he reaches over to tug you closer gently by the waist. "sweetheart, you okay? can i have your colour please, baby?" he cups the side of your face and tilts his head, patient while waiting for you to gather your thoughts while he rubs his thumb soothingly along your cheek.

after a moment of just leaning into his touch and hearing your heartbeat calm down, you open your eyes to meet his own concerned ones. "'m fine now," you say with a slightly dazed little smile, "green, nana. just want you lots, please."

"thank you, baby." he says, grinning and pressing his lips to yours. "tell me if it's too much, yeah?"

he takes your nod as a signal to surge forward, hand migrating to circle your hip bone instead, while he kisses you with a warm, passionate fervor. soon, his tongue is slipping past your parted lips, swirling and massaging lewdly against your own one. jaemin's kisses somehow always leave you breathless, wanting more and more. he breathes sweet nothings and praises against your bottom lip while rolling it between his teeth, harshly applying pressure to make you keen into his mouth.

while your frequent kisses become less and less about technique and more about tasting each other's bitten, spit slicked lips, you barely notice how he pushes your body down to hover over you and presses his leaking cock against the slick, puckered lips of your heat.

it's only when he pulls away in favor of swearing lightly against the warmth of your sternum that you feel his length rub agonizingly along your clit before the tip dips past your fluttering folds, making you cry out with already overwhelming pleasure.

he enters you with slow, deliberate movements, letting your lips clench tightly around his cock, feeling the steady drag against your throbbing walls. "so tight, angel," jaemin groans, completely lost in the feeling of you squeezing around him. "so good for me, you're so good." his tone is so full of lust and love that you try your hardest not to fuck yourself onto his cock and cum right there, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

instead, you squirm and let out airy moans, trying to let him know that you want him to fuck you properly, to stop the relentless teasing. "fuck–princess, you're so needy, god," he hisses at your movements, soaking pussy clenching over and over around his twitching length in order to get him to move, react.

he thrusts into you all of a sudden, deep and hard, an instant cry slipping past your lips. "am i making you feel good, sweetheart?" he looks smug at your loud response, repeating the harsh thrust of his cock into you a few more times, fucking you breathless. "be as loud as you want baby, scream for me."

"hnngh, jaemin!" you can only comply to the boy as you feel your body sink into the mattress at his order, throat working on its own accord. he's satisfied by your show of incessant whining and begging, kissing you again and feeling the vibrations of your cries on his lips.

jaemin's grip is surely bruising your waist as he pulls out almost all the way before getting sucked back in by your aching heat. you feel so good with him inside you, and you make sure to let him know that via cries and moans that overwhelm even the sounds of the bed creaking under your connected bodies. all you can feel is jaemin, jaemin, jaemin.

it's not long before a familiar knot of built up pleasure is forming at the base of your abdomen, making it harder and harder for you to not rut up into him, making you beg for him to go faster, please. he obliges with a crease between his brows, letting out soft moans into the crook of your neck, obviously close to his own release, too.

"baby, are you gonna cum? look at you, trying so hard not to fuck up into me, such a good kitten." his thrusts are hitting so nicely against that one part inside you, where you need him most. the blunt head of his now twitching cock feels so good, deliciously rubbing against your g-spot. the pleasure is overwhelming now, him pushing into you with a desperate fervour. only jaemin can make you fall apart like this, make you feel like you're flying.

"cum for me, angel."

his words, paired with the last, harsh thrust of his cock, are enough to make you see stars as you clench so tightly around him, your high crashing into your body in dizzying waves. finally. he helps you ride out your high with deep, quick thrusts, until you're well past the point of overstimulation.

black spots dance momentarily in your line of vision, until you feel jaemin cum in hot, white ropes against your walls–and oh god, you've never felt so full. he fills you up so well, some of his cum leaking out of you and onto the sheets, a whine erupting from the back of your throat at it. you push closer to him, eyes hazy and content to just stay there, like that, for a while longer.

maybe you black out for a moment or two, because once you open your eyes again, you see that you're tucked into a fresh set of covers with jaemin still buried deep in you. he's humming lightly under his breath, fingers dancing up and down the curve of your spine.

"oh, you're awake," he smiles a soft, pretty smile that forces your heart to skip a beat. "mm, thank you nana." he giggles a little after hearing the spent croak of your voice, making you pout. his voice is full of pride and fondness as he coos at the way you nuzzle further into his hold, huffing. "it wasn't too much, was it baby?" the concern in his tone is so cute, it makes you laugh. "no, no, you were amazing."

it's weird and adorably endearing that the boy who was, just moments ago, pounding into you with filthy phrases spewing from his lips, is now flushed and shy at your praise. "you weren't so bad yourself, princess," he grins once he's recovered, catching your lips in a sweet kiss.

"can we just stay here for a while longer? you're really comfortable." with that, you're fast asleep, exhaustion washing over you once more. "anything for you, sweetheart." he whispers, eyes fluttering shut, letting your heart beat lull him to sleep.

(and if he wakes up the next morning to you on top of him, rolling your hips and grinding fervently into his cock–then, well, that's his business.)

[donutloverxo]

Just for Mrs Barber

Note - Written for @chrissquares @drabblewithfrannybarnes and @amythedvdhoarder 's hoelentine's fic swap challenge! My giftee was the beautiful @kaminorogers . I hope you all like it.

Shoutout to beard kinks resident hoe @sweater-daddiesdumbdork for all her help with this and to my dear friend lizzygal (link to ao3) for the beta.

Dividers by @whimsicalrogers.

Summary - Your husband buys you kinky gifts (and a whole ass house) for your anniversary/valentines.

Warnings - 18+ only please! Explicit sexual content, beard kink, bondage, blindfold, dom!Andy.

Pairing - Andy Barber x reader

Word count - 2.6k

You were sure you heard Linda say something, her voice was mixed up in the background noise of everyone chatting and some music. You couldn’t really listen, not when your husband decided that he was going to look that good and distract you, keeping you from being a good hostess.

Andy always looked good. He could roll out of bed and look good enough to eat—although maybe you were a bit biased. He was one of those people who just didn’t realize how handsome he was.

Maybe he had some sort of eyesight problem, because looking at him now. With his hair made up and beard neatly trimmed, wearing a cream sweater and some dark jeans, the whole ensemble was so basic but he pulled it off so well. His pink lips looked so delicious as they sipped on a beer.

“Mrs Barber.”

You gasped when you heard Linda call out to you, clearing your throat you looked back at her. “Yes?”

“I love what you’ve done with the house, it’s so beautiful.”

A genuine smile graced your face as you thanked her. Andy had asked you what you wanted for your first wedding anniversary, you nonchalantly told him that you wanted the most picture perfect and cosy house in the suburbs. That you were too tired of the noise and pollution of the city and longed to have a garden of your own.

Also, a bigger house would be much better if you ever have any youngins. But you didn’t tell him that. Not yet.

You were just being yourself--kind of a spoilt brat. Which shouldn’t have surprised him because he was the one to spoil you with his love and affection and the occasional material gifts.

You absolutely did not expect him to actually buy you a big ass house. It wasn’t too big if you thought about it. Just a master and two smaller bedrooms, which was what you preferred. You didn’t want to have any distance from your husband. Be it physical or emotional.

The backyard was most spacious. You could probably fit a beautiful gazebo there. But you planned on growing your own vegetables and make delicious meals as a thank you to Andy everyday for the rest of your lives. You had put your heart into decorating every single nook and cranny of the house. Having it be appreciated was most flattering.

“Thank you,” you smiled.

“Your husband is so handsome,” she observed and you only hummed as you looked over at him. He most definitely was. “And he helped you with cooking and setting up.”

“Yes, he did. He always helps. He isn’t one for parties but he indulged me by letting me throw this one,” you told her.

Andy wasn’t that enthusiastic about hosting a barbeque for neighbors who were basically still strangers for your anniversary/valentines. He preferred to have you to himself but with some kisses and cuddles, batting your brand-new eyelash extensions, and convincing he finally gave in.

“Mrs Barber,” Linda grinned, putting her hand on your elbow, “You’re drooling.”

“Oh, I am?” you quickly looked over at her, after admiring how perfect your husband’s ass looked in those damn jeans.

“That’s alright, I promise I won’t tell,” she winked, “you’re both so cute.”

You were gushing some more about Andy, how amazing he was and how the honeymoon phase never seemed to end for you both. But you straightened up when you saw him approaching you.

“Honey,” he said, “We’re out of ice.”

“Oh, I thought we had enough... I’m sure we could do without it,” you shrugged.

Andy snaked a hand around your waist, sipping on his beer as he looked down at you, so much more comfortable by your side. He frowned when he heard the guys calling for him, reluctant to leave your side but you nudged him and told him to go socialise.

“I’ll make it worth your while, later tonight,” you whispered to him.

He pressed his lips to your temple, the scratch of his beard against your skin making you gasp. “I’ll hold you to that,” he said against your face which was heating up by his uncharacteristic public display of affection.

After cleaning up you were finally getting ready for bed. Wiping your make up before taking your diamond studs off.

“We made so many friends too,” you wondered out loud. “It was a success in my book! I hope I was a good hostess.”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, you were. Come here now.” You saw him in your dressing tables mirror, extending an arm to you and inviting you to him.

“Um, well, maybe give me a moment,” you stammered, heat creeping up your neck as you scurried off to the bathroom while he called out for you.

He frowned, you never had any problem changing clothes in front of him or being naked and in so many compromising positions before him, so why now?

“Honey, I appreciate this, I really do, but.. maybe we can just do something else,” he told you, holding onto your hand which was massaging his shoulder and kissing your knuckles. He thought it was nice of you to offer a back rub, after the day he had had he needed it, but he wanted something more than that... “I’m hungry,” he licked his lips.

“I can cook something up for you, a post-dinner snack maybe,” you offered.

“No baby,” he chuckled, “Hungry for YOU.”

He kissed the crook of your neck, sucking on a spot he knew drove you wild but then frowned when he didn’t get the reaction he desired from you, in fact you felt a little... stiff.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he looked into your eyes.

“I was actually wondering if we could try something new...”

“Like what?” he pouted. He was a bit concerned, whenever you both had tried something new, it didn’t really go well.

There was that time you slipped and sprained your ankle during a very taxing session in the shower, when you surprised him at his office but then you were caught by his assistant—to this day he still can’t look her in the eye, when you insisted on tying him up but he ended up breaking free of the cuffs and spending the night ravaging you instead.

His unenthusiastic response was clearly not what you wanted as you blinked, disappointed evident on your face, “Nothing,” you shook your head, “now, where were we?” a salacious grin on your lips.

He hadn’t really tried to press on to see what your new suggestion was. He knew he wasn’t the most interesting man in the world. He wasn’t always as easy going as you were. How he even managed to get someone like you was something he could never comprehend.

“Are you ready for your surprise, baby,” came your voice from the master bathroom, “Here I come.”

You twirled before him, showing off your brand new fiery red babydoll. Which cost a pretty penny since it was the season of love.

“Whoa, you look gorgeous... what did I ever do to deserve you...” he wondered as his gaze raked you over.

“It’s actually the other way around,” you waved him off, climbing on the bed, “It’s time for your gift, Mr Barber.”

You took the book he was reading from his hands, setting it beside him and he hummed as you kissed his cheek.

“Actually...” he held onto the curve of your hips, squeezing just a little bit.

“Hm?”

“I have a surprise for you, sweetheart.”

That got your attention. You pulled away from his face, your soft lips still tingling from the coarseness of the hair on his face. “Oh?” Your heart fluttering in excitement. “You didn’t have to. You already bought us a home...” You said in a small voice, your fingers playing with the collar of his t-shirt.

“Oh, believe me, honey, it’s not just for you,” he smirked.

You watched, your fingers drumming along your bare thigh in anticipation as he went through his dresser.

“Since you want to try new things,” he said with his back to you, pulling something out of the dresser, “I figured this might be the perfect opportunity.”

You gasped when you saw, what looked like was a red silk tie and a dark blindfold.

“Wow.” Was all you could say. You had tried to get Andy to watch fifty shades with you and while he didn’t really say it, you knew that he wasn’t really into the movie or the kinky sex. He could barely stay down when you used cute pink fluffy handcuffs on him.

“I hope you can be a good girl for me,” his eyes dark as he stalked towards you, “and stay still. You never do... I always have to hold you down so this should make things easier... hands,” he commanded, his authoritative tone leaving no room for disobedience, as you held your hands out for him, gulping a lump of air and watching his hands tie an intricate knot around your wrists.

“It’s soft...” You wiggled your wrists testing the ties strength.

“Of course it is, I want you to be comfortable, princess,” he kissed your forehead, smoothing a hand over your scalp, he looked at the blindfold and then at you, “It’ll be kinda hard for me to not look into your eyes,” his brow furrowed as he put the blindfold over your head, the elastic stretching and then settling behind your ears till you all you could see was black, “Let me know if you need me to stop... or if you need anything.”

“Yes,” you nodded, pouting when you heard him pulling his tshirt off. You were so excited about the dirty sex that you didn’t even think about this--not being able to see Andy naked. You were about to whine about it but he pushed you back till you were lying on the mattress.

“This is all so exciting...” you whispered, having no idea what he was doing or was about to do, if he was looking at you or elsewhere.

“I know, honey, now you just let me take care of you.” You nodded, shivering when you felt the coolness of his wedding band against your thigh, “Sorry baby, are my hands cold?”

“Just a bit...”

You heard him rubbing them together to heat them up for you, before he touched your inner thigh, parting your thighs to make room for him, he pushed your nightie up, exposing your breasts and stiff peaks to him, “So beautiful... and all for me.”

“All for you, Andy,” you tried to close your legs to rub them together, to create some friction to calm the heat between your legs but his hold on you wouldn’t leave you any room to move.

“You need something, honey? You’ll have to use your words to tell me.”

You huffed, although you couldn’t see him you just knew he had a shit eating grin on his face. “Want you to make love to me, Andy,” you fessed up anyway.

“That’s exactly what I’m doing though. This is how I make love, honey,” you gasped as you felt his warm mouth latching on your nipple, his leaking manhood on your thigh.

“Oh...” you tried to arch your back, to pushed more of you into him.

He released your nipple with a pop, “You like that?”

He had never seen you like this, never knew he wanted you like this--so helpless and completely at his mercy. Writhing under him and craving him so badly, snaking a hand between your legs, “You’re so wet, honey,” he observed as he spread your slick around your lips, pulling a desperate whimper from you.

He sucked his fingers clean, you tasted so sweet, like honey.

He pinned your tied hands above your head when you tried to raise them to touch him, “No baby, you know the rules for tonight. I thought you wanted to be my good girl.”

“I do!” you whimpered again, your body shaking and writhing in his hold.

His poor girl, he knew how hard it must be for you. How you were obsessed with his beard. Sometimes He wondered if you loved it more than you loved him. He hadn’t shaved it off since he had met you.

“Then stay still, and you will be rewarded,” he promised you, pushing a finger inside you as he rubbed his beard against your sensitive nipples which seemed to set you off.

“Oh god,” you shrieked but didn’t dare move your arms.

He trailed kisses down your stomach, on your belly button, before settling between your legs and staring at your bare, glistening cunt.

“All this for me?” he wondered again, he didn’t need for you to answer, you were tied up and presented before him, just for him to feast on however he pleased. He sloppily licked as much of your juices as he could.

“All for you...” you shuddered as he rubbed his beard against the skin of your thigh.

Temporarily losing your vision seemed to have heightened everything, was it always so intense when his calloused fingers touched you? When he pushed three of his fingers inside you while whispering the dirtiest things in the world in your ear, rubbing his beard into the crook of your neck till you came around his fingers.

You were still dizzy from your high, you hissed out his name when he pulled his fingers out of you, leaving your cunt so void and empty.

You didn’t have the opportunity to tell him just how amazing that was, “You ready, babe?” You heard him ask as you nodded, his leaking tip against your opening.

He pushed into you, slowly and steadily to draw it out, he always liked taking his time, a woman like you deserved to be treated right. He hovered over you, staring at your face, your sparkling eyes covered by the blindfold, your bottom lip between your teeth, he pulled it out of your mouth with his thumb

“Don’t want you hurting yourself, honey,” he tutted, shaking his head as be sucked on your bruised bottom lip, fully sheathing himself inside you.

You wrapped your legs around his hips, hooking them behind his back, he was so big - the biggest you had ever had and yet it was never enough. Your cunt was greedy. You needed him deep, as deep as he could go. Exploring parts of you no one had seen or touched before. Only he ever would.

His hand circling your hips to pull you up against him as he rocked his hips against yours, “You’re so tight... squeezing me so tight,” he groaned. “You wanna come for me?” He whispered in your ear before nibbling on your earlobe.

“Yes,” you furiously nodded, your orgasm washing over you, dark spots in your vision as you felt your limbs loosen up.

“Hang on for me,” he warned you, holding onto the headboard as he chased his own end.

You sighed, hooking your tied-up hands around his neck as you felt his warm spend fill you up.

“Feels nice,” you mumbled, nuzzling his beard.

He hushed when you whined like the needy little thing that you were as he pulled out of you, untying your bound wrists.

He dimmed the lights before removing your blindfold, “There she is,” he smiled, kissing your temple as you rubbed your eyes. “Did you have fun, honey?” he held onto your chin as he made you turn your head to him, so that he could look into your eyes.

“Mm-hm. We should do this again sometime,” you yawned. You were better at being tied up than him anyway.

“We will. Happy anniversary.”

“Happy Valentine’s.”

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