#unproofread smut..

[kisses4kaia]

thinking about ghost fucking you with his gun..

his gloved hand wrapped around the handle of the glock, carefully pumping the barrel in and out of you with intensive caution, ensuring your safety and making you feel so good.

so good to know he was the one pressing soft kisses to your temple and he was the one pulling beautiful, little, choked, whimpers from your throat.

“shh, baby. that feel good? yeah? mhm, yeah, so tight f’me,” he’d coo, making you grind your hips down onto the gun. you are getting desperate and close. so, so, so, close.

“c’mon, baby. you wanna come for me? go on, make a mess all over my fuckin’ gun, yeah love, just like that,” his accent wasn’t doing anything to hold you off of your impending orgasm, if anything it was just spewing you closer and closer until you break, coming loose all over his glock and gloves.

and of course, he praises you extensively. going on and on about how good you were for him, kissing you everywhere, making you cum again and again on his cock, tongue, and fingers.

[milkiematcha]

jeno/mark with a spit kink + praise and degrading :ppp

fuckboy!jeno + anon's request<33

"you're so good for me, aren't you? such a good girl." jeno's voice was low, his fingers tangled in your hair. he was so deep down your throat that you half wanted to pull back and catch your breath, but the other half of you was so taken with the way he groaned when your nose touched his pubic bone made you stay. "you looked so pretty when you walked in. you look pretty now, but you don't look like a princess anymore."

a tiny sound of choked confusion left your lips, and he shoved you down farther on his cock. "you look like more of a slut."

he was right. you could feel tears dripping down your cheeks from lack of air and your hands were braced on his thighs, your knees probably already black and blue from the position you were stuck in. and you were so, so desprate that it probably showed on your face.

he'd caught your eye from the moment he'd walked in, smelling vaguely of smoke and having that trademark overconfident glint in his eyes. you'd heard everything, all the rumours of his fuckboy habits, even seen the hickeys scattered on his neck when he showed up to class late. but he was still so alluring, it felt like a gravitational pull surrounded him.

so when he'd handed you a red solo cup, you'd sipped it immediately, expecting beer or at least some mixed drink, but when water touched your tounge you'd recoiled.

"what the fuck?" you'd spat, jerking your head away from the cup. "i thought this was-"

"donghyucks spiked punch?" he finished, smirking in that annoyingly pretty way of his. "no, doll. i want you sober for later."

and now here you were, so needy for him that you would be begging for it if you weren't already choking on him. your thighs were pressed together, pulling a laugh from him when he noticed.

"looks like a whore, acts like a whore..." he was teasing, but his voice was strained and his movements were jerky. "must be a whore."

he pulled back, his fingers digging into your hair to keep you from licking at his cock. you looked so pathetic under him that he couldnt help but caress your cheek, murmuring something that sounded like "good girl" before returning to his harsh movements. his other hand was yanking over his cock, and the hand in your hair just kept pulling tighter and tighter-

"open."

less than a second later he was cumming on your tounge, a strangled moan escaping his lips. you went to swallow, to do what you hoped would make him regard you as a good girl again, but he squeezed at your cheeks, not letting you move even the slightest bit.

he leaned down, just close enough that you could kiss him if you just jerked up a bit, but instead of kissing you like you so badly craved, he spit. it landed on your tounge, and you'd have jerked back if it wasnt for his hand holding your face and his damn satisfied expression.

"swallow, princess. be a good slut." his voice was low and gravelly, so you did it. and you when you opened your mouth after, you got your treasured response.

"good girl."

I WROTE THIS IN MY NOTES APP BECAUSE MY LAPTOP IS UPDATING SO IF ITS NOT VERY GOOD PLEASE FEEL FREE TO REQUEST SOMETHING ELSE/SOMETHING LONGER.

also i didnt know if this meant mark+jeno threesome or mark or jeno so i did just one, but if you meant threesome just send another ask lol. i hope you enjoyed and thank you for the request<33

[path777]

다른 생각 말고 (don’t think of anything else): from fantasy - iiso. as i said nipple piercing jeonghan needy whimpering desperate mewling all of that okay strap in 1.2k

-

“thank you for your hard work!” jeonghan is glowing as always, a professional smile hung on his lips. but it’s late, he’s tired, and you can tell. this variety show has just wrapped up taping, and your eyes follow him as he bows to the staff he passes by, ducking into the dressing rooms to get ready to leave. 

you stand outside, waiting. the evening is cold but you welcome the chill—it’s a nice difference from the stuffy, crowded warmth inside. 

[윤정한]

9:38 PM jeonghan-ssi 

9:38 PM the car is outside whenever you’re ready

9:51 PM it’s cold ㅠ

thirteen minutes isn’t a lot, all things considered. but knowing jeonghan…he’s usually in a hurry to go home, you think. so what was taking him so long? you check your phone one last time, just to make sure—still nothing. you apologize quickly to the staff driving, walking inside at a speed which can only be called brisk, making a beeline for the dressing room that he had been using. 

thirteen minutes wasn’t a lot—you should’ve waited longer. you should’ve come in sooner. or maybe you should’ve knocked. either way, you catch him putting on his jacket over a thin, white undershirt; as his…something, you swallow, unsure where to put your gaze. as his manager, you ask, “are those piercings?” 

you walk towards him, platform boots thumping loud on the floor with every step. you grab the front of his jacket, tugging it open. just as you thought—on either side of the faint outline of his nipples, two little bumps. 

“yoon jeonghan. what-” you start, his full name slipping out of your mouth, though you had really only been working for him for a couple of months. regardless you shouldn’t anyway, whether it be six months for six years, boundaries are important, and so are manners—

you notice that he’s been strangely silent. looking up at him finally, you sense something different about him; you decide to hold off on the piercing question. “what’s wrong?”

“hm?” he says, staring at you. he doesn’t seem to be looking though; it’s just a place to land his eyes. you feel overly aware of the rise and fall of his chest, virtually silent but crashingly loud to your ears, and his hands, all of a sudden, on your hips. “nothing.”

jeonghan doesn’t notice. he gets like this when he’s tired, a little softer, and more suggestible. easy might be another word for it. you try not to pay too much attention to his hands, hot over your clothed skin. “when did you get them done?” you ask, tilting your head in inspection. you don’t recall seeing them before, but then again, you can’t say you’ve paid much attention to his chest. that would change after today, of course. “also, what are you still doing here? don’t you want to go home? how about let’s talk about this in the car,” you turn away and start to head for the door, the tension in the air too heavy for you to breathe comfortably. 

jeonghan grabs your wrist; you turn back.

“like them?”

“sorry?”

his hand tightens around your wrist, just barely. “do you like them—the piercings,” he says. he drops his hand to his side, and for a second you breathe out a sigh of relief. but it’s too soon; he takes the hem of his shirt and pulls it upwards over his head. 

“jeonghan-ssi, what are you doing—” you say, your voice jumping an octave without meaning to. the shirt is in his hand, at his side. the first thing you notice is that he’s pale; the second thing you notice is that he’s thin. your gaze trails down, from the lines of his collarbones down to the angles of his hipbones, disappearing into his pants. finally, your eyes land on what he wanted to show you in the first place. 

his nipples are pale, like the rest of him, the areolas faintly pink, and the center just slightly darker. on either side of them, two simple, plain silver studs. how new are these, you find yourself thinking, without meaning to. how new are these and can i put my mouth around them. 

“yes,” he breathes out, and shit, i didn’t mean to say that out loud, but before you know it your hands are wrapped around his upper arms, leaning in to wrap your lips around a nipple. the metal is cold on your tongue, and experimentally you swirl it around with your tongue, feeling it slide down and against the wet muscle. jeonghan makes a noise then, somewhere between a moan and a whimper. it makes you pull away from his chest. his face is flushed, uncharacteristically so, and was his hair always this mussed? he looks down at his chest and so do you, cheeks heating at the sight of his nipple, shiny with your spit. 

“don’t stop,” he says, voice raspy, laden with desperation, “please.”

jeonghan looks so easy it borders on lewdness. the metal of his piercings glint around his nipples, the cold air making them harden into tight little buds. you bring your lips to his other nipple, licking at it with the tip of your tongue. kitten licks, small and teasing. “please,” he whispers again, and he sounds so needy that you can’t help but scrape your teeth against the skin, just lightly. the moan that escapes him is unlike anything you’ve heard from him so far, a whimpering and mewling little thing that has your head spinning, even though you were the one giving, not taking. 

“you have to go home,” you say, vision swirling. “you have an early schedule tomorrow.” what a hypocrite, you think to yourself as jeonghan wordlessly places a hand at the back of your head, pressing your face back towards his chest, meeting no resistance. 

inconspicuously, or so he thinks, he starts to palm at his cock through the fabric of his pants. “let me,” you say, turning him so that he faces himself in the mirror. tugging his pants off, your hand reaches around him to wrap around his cock, grabbing him at the base and jerking him off with the precum that he had been leaking. “look at yourself in the mirror.” your other hand comes up to his chest, pinching hard at a nipple. jeonghan cries out then, chest jolting under your touch. he’s practically naked now, with his pants and underwear pooled around his ankles, his shirt forgotten on the back of some chair. his hair smells like vanilla and you press your nose into the nape of his neck, your hand wrapping even tighter around his cock. he’s leaking almost excessively onto your hand, the sticky substance hot on your skin. you’re so close to him that you can hear every noise that he’s making, every noise he’s trying to hold back and every noise he lets escape. 

it’s only when you hear a small sniffle that you look up at him; his eyes are watery, rims brimming with unfallen tears. “i’m sorry,” you say, though you don’t know what for. “i’m sorry. you look beautiful.” your hand slows around his cock, and your other hand comes to a rest on his waist, instead. the tear falls, landing on his cheek delicately. “no, i’m sorry, it’s just—it’s just a lot,” he exhales shakily, sniffing again. “keep—please touch me.” he says, turning his head to look at you. “please.” 

your hand starts moving again, but this time it’s tender, almost, every touch like a confession falling from your lips. you are confessing—you are repenting. you savour every sensation, the slide of his wet skin against yours, his moans shaky and gasping near your ear. 

“come for me,” your thumb brushes over the head of his cock, “watch yourself come for me.” you say after a pause, “jeonghan-ssi.” he spills, all of a sudden, over your hand. you watch as he throws his head back, eyes closing as he moans, soft and quiet, lips falling open with the sound. 

[stillmonsterz]

be with her tonight

pairing: heeseung x reader

genre: smut

summary: every week, you go to the same coffee shop for their great service and wonderful drinks. but for some reason, the barista has always rubbed you the wrong way. he seems harmless, though.

contains: unprotected sex, rape, noncon, somnophilia, drug mentions, lying, swearing, johnny is there, mark is there, twitch mention

word count: 5.0k (unproofread)

---

Heeseung’s eyes were shifty, his hands trembling over the paper cups. He plucked one off, a grande, and started to prepare the same familiar order. Despite his quivering hands, Heeseung went through the motions of making the drink with the utmost of effort. A small splash of hot coffee dribbled from the spout onto his hand; he scarcely noticed the pain. 

He set the cup down on the counter and surveyed the small cafe where he worked. Patrons were settled into small wooden tables, the windows were bright, and succulents lined the windowsills. Heeseung tugged at the collar of his black button-up and adjusted his apron. His coworker, Sunghoon, noticed him and smirked. 

“Is she coming again today?” Sunghoon asked while he restocked the croissants in the pastry display.

It took a few seconds for Heeseung to process that Sunghoon was talking to him. “Huh?”

“That girl, what’s-her-name…” Sunghoon conspicuously slipped a small brownie bar into the pocket of his apron.

“Oh,” Heeseung said softly. “I dunno…” Of course you were coming today. You came here every Wednesday and Friday at 2:00 pm, during your lunch break. Your favorite coworker was off those two days, so you ate alone and got yourself a coffee and a pastry. You were coming today. Heeseung had to see you again. 

When 2:00 arrived and you hadn’t walked through the doors with your usual vivacity, Heeseung got nervous. He begrudgingly served some other people whose faces he couldn’t have recalled if he had been paid to do so. 

2:15 and Heeseung’s hands shook even more. Sunghoon was already glancing at him strangely, so Heeseung busied himself by wiping down the counter. Why weren’t you here? He only got to see you twice a week, so he savored the time where he got to drink in your face, to inhale your scent that percolated so harmoniously with the ubiquitous scent of coffee. 

As the second hand slipped to 4, a cold chill spread all over his body and he felt as though someone had forced him to swallow a handful of nails. They sat in his stomach, tearing apart the delicate lining, puncturing holes in his organs, ripping him apart from the inside. It was Wednesday. You were normally here by now. What had happened? 

The drink he had made you in advance was getting cold. 

Had you switched coffeeshops? Had you forgotten about him? What if you hated him? What if you had caught onto him?

Heeseung swallowed hard; he dug his jagged nails into the palms of his hand. “Sunghoon…” he began quietly, “I think I’m going to step outs-,”

The door opened and you stepped inside, waving at Heeseung. The nails melted away and were replaced by spoonfuls of honey, soothing his throat, filling him with golden light. 

“Hi,” you said, pulling your purse out of your wallet. You glanced over at the forgotten drink resting on the counter. “Oh, was that mine?”

“I’ll make you another one,” Heeseung said, far too quickly. He unceremoniously dumped the drink into the sink and started bustling about in the kitchen. Once he was facing away from you, a grin split across his face, and he had to restrain himself from giggling. You hadn’t forgotten him! You had come back. While he pulled himself together, Sunghoon input the order into the machine before wandering away, presumably to take care of more customers. Whatever. 

Heeseung lifted his head up to face you again.”The same as usual?”

You nodded and grinned. “Same as usual. You know me so well.”

If only you knew, Heeseung thought. “You were late today- I mean, you came in later than you, uh, normally, arrive, at the uh, here. Why?” Heeseung wasn’t known for his eloquence on a normal day, but you rendered his vocal cords obsolete, his frontal cortex inoperable. 

“Oh, well, had a long day at the office,” you said, tapping your card on the reader. “Another useless meeting from HR.”

Heeseung wished he had something clever to say, something that could win your heart, make you love him. Instead, all he could offer was, “That sucks.” He bit his lip and got another grande cup so he could remake your drink. 

“It does suck,” you said with a wry smile. “How’s your day been?”

You were asking him how his day was, too? Heeseung nearly dropped the cup as he pumped syrup inside of it, and he couldn’t stop the smile from creeping onto his face. “It’s been…good. Good. A little busy.”

“Well, busy is good,” you said. Then you cleared your throat. “Hey, I was going to come over on Saturday with a…friend of mine. What time do you think would be the best? You know, so it’s quiet?”

Heeseung carefully pressed the lid onto the cup, scrunching his nose as he thought. “Probably…I’d say 5 pm-ish? Most people don’t really want a coffee around that time.”

“Good to know,” you said, placing your wallet back into your purse. Heeseung admired how confident your motions were, and his eyes lingered on your hands. When his eyes flickered up to your face, he realized that you were looking at him. 

Desperate to seem like he wasn’t ogling you, he stammered out, “Y-your friend…does she work at the same, uh, place as you?”

“He actually works down at the insurance company, the one on Smithson?” you kept talking, but Heeseung couldn’t hear a word. His blood ran cold, and his vision went blurry. Him. He. You were going to have your date here? You must despise him. 

Heeseung thrust the cup in your direction. “Uh, enjoy,” he murmured, looking away from you.

“Thanks, Heeseung! You have yourself a good day,” you said brightly before leaving. 

Heeseung felt Sunghoon put a hand on his shoulder, heard him ask if Heeseung were okay. “I feel sick,” Heeseung whispered. “Could I step out for a bit?” Heeseung didn’t actually hear Sunghoon’s answer, but Heeseung was already leaving, stripping his apron and casting it aside someplace in the little break room. He tugged his worn leather jacket on and went outside. The sun stung his eyes so he lowered his gaze to the ground. Heeseung sat down on the concrete step leading into the back room and fished his lighter and cigarettes from his jacket pockets. 

He took a long drag as he tried to calm down, but it was difficult. Every time he thought about your date with some other guy, he started to feel strange. Beyond his initial panic and feelings of abandonment, there was something else nipping at him. A feeling he couldn’t quite place, but it was harsh and red and ragged. 

Heeseung wasn’t an idiot. He knew he wasn’t normal. He knew that his fascination with his pretty customer was irrational, and deep within his heart, he knew that you didn’t belong to him. Yet at the same time, Heeseung knew that you should belong to him. Already, he could read your emotions so well, and that was just after quick interactions twice a week for 3 and a half months. Heeseung would do anything for you, just so he could bask in your sweet glow. 

Normally, the world was cold and boring. Everything was predictable and trite. Heeseung couldn’t remember a time in his life where there had been any novelty. Talking to people wasn’t fun to him at all; navigating the labyrinthine social rules that others seemed to understand effortlessly just made him feel confused and worn. All throughout elementary school and middle school, even into high school, Heeseung had been ignored and ridiculed. He couldn’t decide which was worse. Even at his menial barista job, people purposefully averted his gaze. 

Not you, though. You had given him a bright smile and had even dropped money into the little tip jar. Most importantly, you had awarded him his first compliment. Despite his current misery, Heeseung smiled at the memory. You had sipped the coffee he had made you, your eyes had lit up like a little kid’s, and you had said, “You make great coffee, Heeseung.” When Heeseung had protested shyly, you had continued. “No, no, this is really good. You have a knack for this, you know.”

Heeseung took a long drag off of his cigarette as he sulked. Tears pinpricked his eyes at the thought of you disappearing from his life. Of course, he figured he could always spy on you at work (he had spent hours trying to find your LinkedIn based off of your first name), or maybe break into your house and hide under your bed (he had followed you home from work a few times.) but it just wouldn’t be the same. What made him happy was that you chose to come see him. There were a lot of cafes near your workplace, some even closer than Heeseung’s, but you came to his. Even if it wasn’t for his personality, you liked the coffee that he made. You chose him, but now you were choosing some other guy. And if this date went well, then you might disappear from his life.

Salty tears streamed down his sallow cheeks, and Heeseung swiped them away with his free hand. That feeling simmered within him, festering within him like rot. Angry. That’s what he was. Angry, upset, mad. 

Heeseung couldn’t let you disappear. He couldn’t let you go. 

He stubbed the cigarette out on the step and started coming up with ideas.

Then Heeseung smiled. 

– 

You pursed your lips in the mirror as you applied your red-tinted lip gloss. You had your coffee shop date at 5, and you wanted to look nice. The way you saw it, it was a win-win: you got to get a free coffee and pastry out of a guy, and you could finally subtly let Heeseung down without having to acknowledge his feelings for you at all.

It wasn’t hard to tell that Heeseung felt something for you. Ever since you had complimented his coffee, his dull eyes had developed a shine whenever he saw you. He always made your coffees with the utmost of care, which was one of the reasons why you kept coming back instead of going to another place. And, of course, you’d be lying if you said that his attention didn’t flatter you in some small way. Heeseung wasn’t necessarily unattractive. If he did something about his lank hair, stopped fidgeting so much, and could string together a sentence without stammering, he’d be passable. Even cute. That wasn’t the problem.

It was the same thing you had told your friend and workmate just before she had proposed the date idea. “He’s just…creepy,” you had told her over a shared Cobb salad. “Something about his eyes.”

“Oh, I know what you mean,” she had said, snapping her fingers. “Like they’re empty, right?”

“Exactly,” you had said, relieved that she understood. “Empty. It freaks me out.”

Your friend took a bite of salad and dabbed at her lips with a napkin. “So stop getting coffee from there.”

“No can do,” you had replied. “Gotta take you there sometime. The coffee is amazing.”

“Okay, well, just tell him to back off.”

You frowned. “Technically, he’s never actually said he liked me or done anything or anything, so…”

“Subtly hint that you have a boyfriend?”

“I’m a bad hinter.”

Your friend groaned. “You suck, you know that?”

The two of you had hemmed and hawed over the dilemma before she had offered up a solution: Find a guy from the office, ask him out on a coffee date at that exact place, and make it seem like you were enjoying the date.

So now you were in your bathroom, tucking the front of your sweater into your skirt. As you were posing one last time, you got a text from your date, Mark. He had texted you a succinct “yooooo i’m pulling up 😬”, so you locked up your apartment and walked out. 

When you got to the coffee shop, you were initially worried about Heeseung’s reaction. He looked like a sad little deer when he got upset. You shook your head slightly to get those aberrant thoughts out. You were here to get him off your back, anyways. So that the creepy barista wouldn’t get any ideas and you could keep enjoying some of the best coffee in this part of downtown.

You needn’t have worried, though. Heeseung was kindly towards you and your date. He had even taken your coats at the door and hung them up on the coat rack at the front. He had plied you with pastries, and even stuttered out a, “T-take care of her, she’s a good one” to Mark. When you glanced at the counter, you could see Sunghoon smiling at Heeseung as he brought out refills of coffee and dusted extra powdered sugar onto delicate little desserts. 

Mark looked at you with glee as he dug into his second croiffle. “Nah, this place is dope,” he said, crumbs surrounding his lips. “I see why you come here every week.” You hadn’t bothered telling Mark about Heeseung. It seemed a bit cruel to use a guy  to get rid of another unsavory guy.

You reached out and rubbed some of the crumbs from his mouth, hoping that Heeseung would see you. “Yeah, it’s great. Maybe…” you lowered your voice and leaned in, “this could be our spot, you know?”

Mark gently reached out and took your hand. “Why were you wiping my nose, weirdo? Did I get crumbs up there?”

“Huh? I was wiping your mouth…” you reached out with your other hand to touch his mouth, but your arm started to feel a bit heavy. 

“You okay?” Mark frowned as his eyes scanned your face. 

You nodded. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good.”

“Drink a little more coffee,” he suggested. “It’ll make you alert and shit.”

As you sipped your drink again, you realized that the drowsiness wasn’t going away. Even though you had downed a whole grande latte, you felt like you were about to

–

You slumped over the table and Heeseung had to suppress his smile. This part had to be perfect. He called your name and strode over to the table. Mark was just sitting in his chair, frozen. “What happened?” Heeseung asked, trying to make himself sound worried. His naturally anxious tone actually helped him.

“N-nothing, she just…fell over,” Mark said, staring at you. “I dunno, she must have had a long work week. Or she’s anemic, women are always anemic.”

Heeseung made a show of checking your pulse on your wrist and on your neck. Getting to touch your velvety skin, and not just a quick brush of hands when he handed you a coffee cup, was exquisite. He could already feel himself getting hard, so he had to move fast. 

“I’ll take her to my place,” Heeseung said, already lifting you out of the chair. Mark quickly stood up, blocking Heeseung’s path. Heeseung bit back a groan. 

“Nah, shouldn’t I, you know, take her home? I know her from work,” Mark said, crossing his arms. He looked from Heeseung to you to Heeseung to you as though he were following a ping-pong match. 

Heeseung sighed and attempted to try using that wheedling, condescending tone some male customers had used on him sometimes. “No offense, but when normally, a pretty girl like this passes out on a date, it’s not because of a-anemia.” 

Mark stepped back, holding his hand to his heart. “Ay man, are you tryna say that I roofied her? I’m not like that!”

“Yeah, well…” Heeseung pushed past Mark, carrying you in his arms. “I don’t know you, do I?” Then he paused and turned around. “Tell you what. You give me your number, and after she gets a little more rest, I’ll call you so you can pick her up, okay?”

Mark nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, yeah, sounds good, thanks.” He told Heeseung his number, and Heeseung carefully repeated the numbers in his head. “I think I’mma head home, thanks for the…hospitality.” Without his jacket, Mark stepped into the cold and ran to his car. 

As Heeseung was leaving, he called out to Sunghoon: “Cover me until I get her some medical help, okay?” Sunghoon gave him a curt nod, and Heeseung left the coffee shop. 

With some difficulty, he managed to get you buckled up in the front seat of his old clunker. Now that he was alone and no one could see him, Heeseung could finally smile. The way you were sitting here, all dolled up, it almost seemed like you and him were on a date. You were going on a drive together after a date at the coffee shop, and you would be going home with him. Heeseung carefully adjusted the car seat so that you were reclining, so it would look like you were just napping. 

“Carbs will do that,” Heeseung said sympathetically, rubbing your hand. “Make you tired. You should know better, baby. You come here all the time.” He stroked your warm, soft hand, and he ran his fingers along your sweet little cheeks. The hand that caressed your face slowly fell to your chin, then your neck. “You look so pretty. You always look pretty, of course, but you looked really pretty today. All for me.”

His hand slid all the way to your chest. Heeseung hesitated; he was risking everything, and he didn’t have much time to execute the rest of his plan. Just one kiss, he told himself, just one. Heeseung leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, ever so gently. It made him shudder, the sweet taste of chocolate lingering on your lips. He wanted to keep going, but he would have to wait. 

As Heeseung drove to his apartment, one hand rubbing your thigh, he congratulated himself on his ingenuity. It hadn’t been easy to coordinate this plan. 

–

First, he had had to figure out who you were cheating on him with. That wasn’t hard; you had foolishly Tweeted: “sooo excited for Saturday!” and “onyour_mark” had replied with a devil emoji. A cursory flick through his Twitter account offered Heeseung an informative, if not somewhat nauseating, look into Mark’s life. Heeseung found out that he worked the same hours as you, but he was on a separate floor. He lived with a Twitch streamer, Johnny “suhcondem” Suh, who streamed on Wednesdays, Fridays, and Sundays. As he scrolled through Johnny’s Twitter account, Heeeung found that Johnny had once complained about his fans sending them dildos, pizzas, and other “weird ass shit.” Perfect. 

After that, Heeseung had searched for Mark’s Instagram. Thankfully, Mark had posted a picture of his outfits in front of an open window. Utilizing a combination of Mark’s own descriptions of his neighborhood and Google Earth, Heeseung had found Mark and Johnny’s apartment complex within three hours of tireless searching. He could extrapolate the floor from the basic positioning of the tree, and after scouring Mark and Johnny’s social media accounts for more descriptions of their living space, he had narrowed their apartment to a potential unit. 

Now came the more difficult part. Using Tor browser, Heeseung was able to access a site where he could purchase some Rohypnol. It cost a pretty penny, but Heeseung wasn’t about to experiment with other roofies and potentially ruin his chances of having you. He ordered it on Wednesday, and on Friday he had two packages sitting in front of his door, one small and unmarked, the other a lettermail package. Heeseung used gloves to pick up the white package and take out the white box. He couldn’t have his fingerprints on it, after all. The other package held precious cargo: a used Papa John’s uniform with a pizza carrier.

Next, he had to plant evidence in Mark’s room. On Friday, he begged Sunghoon to cover his shift, citing violent diarrhea. Heeseung knew that Mark would be working, but Johnny would be streaming all day. Heeseung changed into the Papa John’s uniform, threw his jacket over it, ordered a meat lover’s pizza from Papa John’s, and drove a few blocks away from Mark’s apartment complex. No way was he going to risk people seeing his car. 

Heeseung placed the pizza inside of the carrier and headed to the apartment. He was nervous about getting inside, but thankfully an older couple let him inside. With a tremulous hand, Heeseung pressed the button for Mark’s floor. If he screwed this up, then Mark would get to have you. The thought alone spurred Heeseung on to keep going. 

He walked to Mark’s door and rang the doorbell. After a full, heart-wrenching minute, Johnny opened up and gave Heeseung a slow once-over. Johnny was wearing a baggy hoodie that said “I ATTENDED SUH CON AND I GOT THE LONG JOHN” with sweatpants. 

“Uh… meat lover’s pizza for Johnny?” Heeseung said tentatively. 

Johnny groaned. “Dumb ass chat gotta stop buying me pizzas,” he muttered.

“What was that?” Heeseung asked, shifting his weight between his feet. 

Johnny shook his head and waved dismissively. “Sorry man. I uh, I stream on Twitch, so a lot of my fans like to send me shit. I didn’t order this.”

“Oh,” Heeseung said contritely. “Well, I can’t exactly keep it…” 

“Why don’t you eat it?” Johnny asked, leaning his arm on the doorframe. 

“I’m vegan,” Heeseung lied. 

Johnny chuckled. “I can tell. You skinny skinny.”

Heeseung laughed awkwardly. “Right, yeah.” He shifted again, and he could feel sweat pooling under his armpits.

“What, you gotta piss?” Johnny gestured at Heeseung. “You’re dancing like you gotta go.”

“Oh, yeah,” Heeseung said, trying not to appear too eager .”I drank too much, uh, soylent.”

Johnny stared at Heeseung like he was an idiot. “Whatever. You can use the bathroom. Use the one in my buddy’s room, actually. Don’t need chat to hear someone piss.”

As Johnny stepped aside to allow Heeseung to enter, Heeseung fought to keep himself in check. The apartment was as sparsely decorated as a Twitch streamer and male office worker’s living space could be. Which is to say that the only notable decorations were Johnny’s streaming awards that were strewn on the walls and Mark’s bible on the living room table. 

“You can just put the pizza down there,” Johnny said, pointing at the kitchen counter which was already littered with a variety of take-out boxes and greasy bags. “Down the hall and to the right for Mark’s room. Make it quick. Mark gets weird when people go in there.” Johnny retired into his own room, and from the clattering noises he made, Heeseung figured that he was going back to streaming. As Heeseung hurried into Mark’s room he heard Johnny say, “Chat, you’ve been very, very bad…” 

The first thing Heeseung did was take some rubber gloves from his pocket and tug them on. Then he scoured Mark’s room to try and find condoms. They weren’t in the bathroom, they weren’t in his nightstand, and they weren’t under his bed. Heeseung searched desperately for them, before he found them behind his pillow, along with some lube. Just how much fucking does this guy do?

Heeseung inspected the box and was pleased to find that him and Mark were actually the same size: Mark used Trojan larges. Then Heeseung frowned: him and Mark were the same size. Heeseung had always been proud of his size, but now it didn’t feel so special. No matter, Heeseung thought as he removed a condom from the pack, I’m the one who’ll fuck her. He slipped the condom into his pocket and made a note to purchase the same brand of lube. Heeseung went into the bathroom and pulled out the flattened Rohypnol box from a Ziploc bag he had kept in his pocket. He placed it inside of Mark’s trash can and covered it up with some tissues he found in there. As Heeseung searched, he found a tissue coated in Mark’s dried semen. Couldn’t hurt to have it. Heeseung put it in a spare Ziploc and kept it for later. It was nasty, disgusting work, but it would pay off. 

Finally, Heeseung did actually use the bathroom. All this stress made him piss a river. 

When he left the apartment, Johnny didn’t even notice. Heeseung had actually done it. 

– 

Now Heeseung gently carried you into his apartment. It was still early, so thankful there weren’t a lot of people milling around. 

He laid you onto his bed, and your head hit the headboard as he lowered you. “Sorry,” Heeseung said apologetically. “I’m sorry, baby.” Heeseung kissed your forehead. He could wash your forehead, but for the next part, he figured he should put on some gloves. Rummaging around in his nightstand, he found more latex gloves and tugged them on. 

Now that he finally had you, he didn’t actually know what to do. Should he take off your clothes first, or his? He decides to disrobe first, so he could take his time with you. Quickly, Heeseung tossed off his work clothes, throwing them into his dirty laundry pile. His room was about as bare as Mark and Johnny’s living room had been, but once you were his, he would decorate it however you wanted. 

Heeseung forced himself to take his time as he popped your skirt buttons, one after the other. It was the kind of skirt that opened from the front, so when he was done, he could part the skirt off of you, admiring your panties. 

“You wore this just for me?” Heeseung asked softly. God, he wished he could touch you, skin on skin, but beggars couldn’t be choosers. He ran his finger along your clothed pussy, and he trembled from the white-hot flames he felt licking at his cock. Patience, he told himself. Patience. Your sweater came off next, and Heeseung folded it up into a neat square and set it to the side. 

Heeseung pulled the condom he had filched from Mark’s room onto his cock,wishing he could just go in raw. At least Mark used ribbed. Then, he got the lube from his nightstand and slicked his cock with it,making sure it wouldn’t be too hard to slide in.

 He couldn’t believe it. There you were, so pliant, so vulnerable, so his. Of course, now that he was hovering over you, he couldn’t deny the twinge of guilt he felt. As he tugged your panties down, he kept whispering apologies. “Sorry,” he said as his cockhead tapped your entrance. “I’m so sorry,” he said while marveling at the way his thick cock bulged your stomach. 

Heeseung moaned so loudly he thought for sure the neighbors would hear. But he didn’t care, even though he should. How could he care? He had never experienced anything like this. Your pussy was gripping him so tightly, its walls enveloping his cock so warmly, he couldn’t care about anything else. With some effort, he pulled out of you and drenched his cock with even more lube.

He plunged back inside of you and gripped your hips, admiring the way your tits jiggled as he fucked into you. As he took your pussy, it dawned on Heeseung that he wasn’t being very romantic about this. “Sorry,” he said, feeling like an idiot. Heeseung pulled out of you and used his gloved hands to put you in a more sensual position. He would just have to wash the places where your bodies touched. He put you on your side and crawled behind you, so that he was spooning you. 

He groped at your tits as he slid inside of you again. This much was much better. Ever since you had told him that you were going on a date, Heeseung had been edging himself for hours so he could last longer, just for you. He did it all for you.

Heeseung started going faster, pounding your cunt harshly. A part of him was sad that you wouldn’t remember this. No, you would wake up scared, wondering why Mark had done this to you. You wouldn’t even know that Heeseung had given you the most passionate fucking of your life. His headboard smacked against the wall as he pushed himself into you from behind. Using his gloved hand, he turned his face towards his. Your face looked so peaceful, and seeing it only made him go faster. The bed creaked as Heeseung relentlessly thrusted in you. He could feel you getting looser and wetter, accommodating his dick. 

Heeseung felt himself bottom out, hitting the firm muscle of your cervix. He couldn’t stop now. Heeseung gripped your tits, loosening his grip when he remembered that he could leave handprints, and thrust up and down. He could have spent all day in your pussy, but he didn’t have much time left. 

His balls smacked into your thighs as he felt his orgasm approaching. It was unlike any other orgasm he had had; he had never felt so in-tune with his body, and the sensation burned. Heeseung grunted and pulled out of you before he came inside the condom.  Heeseung rolled off of the bed and laid on his carpet, panting. 

Soon, he would get up, wash himself off, then wash you off. Then, he would call Mark and say that you weren’t waking up. While Mark drove to his place to get you, he would use the cum he had extracted from Mark’s tissue, wet it with water, and smear it in your pussy. As soon as Mark had gotten you, Heeseung would dispose of the used condom and wash his sheets. After half an hour, he would call Sunghoon and say that you and Mark had forgotten your coats. 

Undoubtedly, Sunghoon would find the bottle of roofies that Heeseung had planted in Mark’s jacket. 

Heeseung sighed, completely content. After this, you wouldn’t trust men again, let alone Mark. Except, of course, for the man who had taken you home, tried to take care of you, and had called the police on Mark, the man who had assaulted you. 

Heeseung couldn’t wait for you to wake up.

[svltzmans]

waves - r.b.

surfer!reader x lifeguard!robin

robin moves as far away from hawkins as she can - to california. to afford her rent she picks up a lifeguard gig at the local beach, and meets someone she could have only dreamed about in hawkins.

warnings: implied smut, injury, (almost) drowning, unproofread writing Lol

a/n: HI GAY PEOPLE OMG!!! i truly was not expecting so many people to see my last post and all of your likes made my day omg <3 i've been on vacation and thinking about this robin au for days so i knew i had to write it. i hope you like it <3 my request box is always open if you have any ideas of something you want to see me write!!

robin wasn't quite sure what the breaking point was that forced her out of hawkins, but considering her trauma related to the starcourt mall (and the events that followed) and the constant homophobia, she wasn't surprised.

california seemed ideal. everyone there looked eccentric and cool. robin was hopeful that she would be able to make new friends, even though she had promised steve she would stay in touch.

she packed everything she had into the trunk of her old convertible and drove across the country, feeling terrified to be leaving everything she knew, while simultaneously feeling a sense of freedom that nothing could damper.

she had managed to afford a one-bedroom apartment off the coast that she spent all of her savings on, although it was completely worth it. she was free. like, really free.

despite her sense of freedom, robin needed a job. her savings from scoops ahoy and family video could only get her so far, leading her to start applying everywhere she could find. record shops, libraries, cafés. anywhere that had a bright "we're hiring!" sign in the window.

but no luck.

robin was feeling exasperated trying to find a job. the stress was getting to her quite a bit, and the thought of having to move back home came to mind.

she had the same coping mechanism ever since she was in middle school, and nothing had changed with her big move.

"fuck it," she thought. "i'm going on a walk."

she threw on her converse and a light hoodie (it got cool at night, she remembered), and stepped outside the apartment.

as dusk fell over california, robin's walk led her to the most beautiful beach she had ever seen, albeit one of the only ones. she was from indiana, after all.

the waves were crashing quietly yet so loudly at the same time, and robin found herself mesmerized by the sound.

she scanned the beach, realizing she was one of the few individuals left. a young couple and their dog and an older gentleman walking by himself were the only other inhabitants of the beach at that hour.

she quickly forgot about her solitude when her eyes landed on a "lifeguards wanted" sign hanging on the back of one of the many lifeguard chairs.

bingo.

lifeguard training was much easier than robin had anticipated. she found out through her week long excursion that she was a much better swimmer than she'd imagined, and that it seemed like the town she was living in would hire just about anyone as a lifeguard. it was truly lucky.

admittedly, she was nervous. she didn't know if she'd actually be capable of saving someone's life in any capacity. at the same time, however, she was ready to try.

the first several days of being a lifeguard went off without a hitch, albeit a bit of boredom. it wasn't exactly the most fun job, getting nasty sunburns and staring off into the ocean while listening to screaming little kids.

that was, until, she noticed a young woman running towards the water with a surfboard, her salty waves blowing in the wind.

"holy shit," robin thought.

robin was absolutely fixated. she couldn't keep her eyes off the mysterious surfer, watching in awe as she caught countless waves and rode them back to the surface of the sand.

robin took note of the way the surfer's bodysuit hugged her curves in all the right places. she had to keep herself from drooling and focus on the fact that she had to potentially keep a beach full of people alive.

but every day, the surfer was there. the same time every afternoon with her surfboard. robin couldn't avoid her. so she stared, and stared, and stared...

robin quickly started looking forward to heading to work, knowing she would get to see the hottest girl she had ever seen, in a skin-tight body suit, no less.

although many days came and went without robin having to make any saves, she knew she would eventually have to put her training to use, and she was right.

the beach was practically completely empty, with the local news warning of the roughness of the tide and the danger of swimming in the ocean.

nonetheless, the mysterious surfer was still effortlessly catching each wave as she did every day.

robin watched closely, seeing the ways the surfer climbed up onto her board and balanced herself so perfectly.

she had never wanted to learn to surf so badly.

while robin continued to gawk, she noticed that the surfer was losing her footing as the waves got rougher. she struggled to get back onto her board and stand up without wiping out.

robin knew in her heart that this was bad. really bad.

as she continued to watch, she witnessed the wavy haired surfer get hit with a wave, knocking her below the surface of the water. her board emerged, floating without the beautiful girl on top of it.

without thinking, robin sprung into action. grabbing her gear, she dove headfirst into the ocean and swam as fast as humanly possible. she was pumped full of enough adrenaline to not feel tired, despite this being the most intense workout of her life.

reaching the spot the young woman had fallen, robin finally sees her emerge from underneath the water, struggling to catch her breath. robin instinctively grabs her and lifts her up, holding her high above the surface.

"hey, hey, it's okay. i got you. you're safe," robin coos, watching as the surfer's face starts to gain color again.

the surfer coughs, trying to regain her strength.

"well, that fuckin' hurt," the surfer mutters, letting out a dry laugh. her accent is so undoubtedly californian.

"holy shit. i'm glad you're okay. you had me scared there," robin utters, suddenly becoming very nervous with the beautiful sight in front of her.

"isn't it, like, your job to see this stuff happen?"

"well, yeah, but it never has actually happened before."

"so i'm your first save, huh?"

"i guess you could say that, although you kinda saved yourself."

the still unknown surfer laughs quietly.

"i'm y/n."

"robin. we should probably get out of this water now."

"yeah, i think so. although i can't believe it calmed down enough for us to swim after i almost died."

the pair both chuckle at that.

robin and y/n finally swim to shore, robin quickly grabbing a towel and throwing it to y/n, who is still shivering.

in a moment of bravery, robin decides to try to get closer to y/n's freezing frame.

"do you want to go back to my apartment to warm up? it's like, a block from here," she asks, taking in y/n's face up close. it's covered in freckles and a light tan from the sun.

"that would be great, actually," y/n responds. "i think i might have hypothermia."

"okay, let's not be dramatic here," robin laughs, beckoning the girl to follow her.

as the two women enter the apartment, y/n sighs with relief, feeling the warm air of robin's new home.

"it's so nice in here," she compliments.

robin simply smiles, taking in the sight in front of her. y/n's wet hair is thrown into a bun, and her cheeks are newly rosy after being blue for quite some time after being in the water.

"let's get you something warm to wear, okay? i don't want you to actually get hypothermia," robin flirts.

"yeah, that would suck a lot," y/n responds, gently chuckling at robin's jest.

robin leads y/n to her bedroom where she lends her some warm clothes to change into. she begins to leave the room, but as she does, y/n rips off her bodysuit, revealing a matching pink bra and underwear set.

robin knows she shouldn't stare, but she can't help herself. she's in a trance, staring at y/n from the doorway.

before she can leave, y/n turns around.

"like what you see, huh robbie?"

did she just... call her robbie?

completely in shock, robin just nods. she can't manage to respond verbally.

y/n doesn't feel cold anymore. her body is full of heat now that she had caught the lifeguard watching her change.

she approaches robin, her hands quickly finding her waist and pulling her closer.

before either of them know it, their lips are clashing, and they collapse on the bed.

"you saving my life today was pretty cool," y/n mutters. "but you being so fucking hot is a huge bonus."

a/n: should i do a part 2 to this this was so fun to write

[thechaoticplayer]

can we get some psyborg smut? Please? -Starved Stargazer&Comfydant

PSYBORG OMG I WAS LITERALLY WATCHING THEM BEING CUTE A COUPLE DAYS AGO I GOT U MY FELLOW STARGAZER AND COMFYDANT

and looking at ship art on pinterest along with some sonnyban ❤❤

PSYBORG BULLSHIT GO-

PSYBORG SMUT FIC (CLEARLY SCUFFED AND UNPROOFREAD) Summary: Uki's a bit drunk and Fulgar tries to get his ass to bed. Ends up being more than just that... after a night of sleep of course because Fulgar as you see in Ukimama's (drunk) streams always takes care of him. Author's note: I had to do a lot of research because I haven't done a mlm smut fic in so long 😭😭 cute fluff sprinkled in bc yeah ty for requesting my first ever request wahhhh WARNING: WOAG GAY MEN HAVING SEX?! NSFW?! MINORS DNI?! Or not idgaf THERES PLOT FIRST BECAUSE UHH

"Fufu-chaaaaan," Uki whines softly, a smile playing on his lips. "Can you give me a kiss?"

"Uki, we're on stream," Fulgar laughs and elicits another drawn out sigh from the Psychic. "We're on call with the others."

"Yeah save it for later," Alban jokes light-heartedly. Sonny makes an agreeing noise.

Uki whines a bit more before going silent. The rest of them continue their conversations with one another. Little did the others know that Uki and Fulgar were actually in the same house together. They decided to meet each other IRL and was planning to do an off-collab. The two hit off right away, conversations full of laughter and affection.

"Fufu-chan, you're so cute," Uki mumbles, leaning back in his chair and his head resting on the headrest. His eyes began to flutter. "Very cute."

"Well, you're cuter Ukiki," Fulgar laughs and Uki could hear him from the other room. Uki smiles gently. "Remember to drink some water and eat some food, yeah?"

Uki murmurs a "mhm" before his eyes flutter shut. The talk of his friends became like background music to him and he began to nod off. The others haven't realized just yet until the Comfydants began asking questions.

"Hey, Uki, are you alright? I just realized when the Comfydants kept asking heavily."

"Uki?"

Startled awake upon hearing his name, Uki sits up and sits straight, rubbing his eye. He says with a drowsy and drunken tone, "Huh yeah?"

"Were you sleeping?"

"Yeah, sorry... you guys were just talking and I feel asleep. Like, background music. I think I might've dozed off for a few..."

Fulgar nods. "Uki, would you like to end your stream and just chill in mine? Or if you're really tired, you can just end stream and go rest."

"...yeah." Uki mumbles, agreeing to the first option.

"Alright, alright," Fulgar replies softly. "Whenever you feel like you need to go, I'll continue or just end stream."

The crew say their goodbyes and Uki goes to Fulgar's stream. They talk for a good half an hour, and Fulgar notices how sleepy Uki seems.

"Uki..." he starts with a chuckle. "Are you sure you don't want to sleep?"

"'M fine," Uki responds, all the while with a yawn. "I want to stay and talk to you more, Fu-chan..."

"You can later. you need to rest. I will end this stream," Fulgar threatens, but he says it with a smile on his lips.

Uki sighs heavily. "At least give me a kiss first."

"I will if you listen first."

Uki rolls his eyes with a laugh. "Fine."

Fulgar waits until Uki logs off completely. He talks to his Comfydants a bit more before finally saying his farewells. He switches off and removes his headphones. He rises to his feet and stretches for a moment.

He opens the door carefully and walks out the room. They booked a hotel together for a good couple of days. It was a nice place, and they got separate rooms. The two mostly spent their time in the living room, where they would relax with each other. Fulgar enjoyed his time with Uki; the Psychic had such a soothing prescence and never once made the Cyborg feel uncomfortable. In fact, he felt very at home with Uki. And he always made sure to let Uki know that. Uki was very dear to Fulgar, and he always wanted to make sure Uki was okay as a whole.

He steps close to Uki's door, rapping the wood with his knuckles gently. A slurred, "come in" answered and Fulgar enters. He finds the purple-haired man laying on his bed, a hand to his forehead. As Fulgar approaches him, he sees a flush to Uki's cheeks. Fulgar stands over Uki with a chuckle, Uki watching him with soft and bleary eyes.

"Now, where's my kiss, Fufu-chan?" Uki asks, letting his hand rest on his chest now.

"Yes yes, you're getting the kiss you oh-so deserved." Fulgar leans down with a playful grin, his lips brushing against Uki's forehead for a brief moment. He quickly stood back up and turned his back, his heart rate strangely increasing and a heat to his cheeks. "Well, good night Uki. Have a nice rest."

His metal hand wraps around the door knob and he was just about to open the door when the Psychic calls out quietly, "Fufu-chan."

Fulgar turns his head, cocking it to the side. "Yes?"

Uki gazes at him for a good minute, his expression blank. He whines softly, "Can you stay? just until I fall asleep?"

"...oh." Fulgar blushes a tad, smiling affectionately. He expected it, but also didn't quite expect it either. "Of course. Anything for you, babe."

Uki laughs and turns on his side to watch Fulgar places himself in the chair at Uki's desk, where Uki was previously streaming. His pretty eyes twinkle and crinkle a bit, obviously finding Fulgar endearing. It was kind of hard to connect to someone on such a level, but here he was, wanting to be with one person and that person was Fulgar Ovid.

"Would you like me to sing a lullaby?" Fulgar teases, resting a elbow on the armrest with a expressive wave of his hand.

"Thatd be nice, actually," Uki smirks, his hair falling in his face.

Another chortle from Fulgar as he opens his mouth to sing a sweet melody just for Uki Violeta.

Uki woke first, groaning softly as he turns onto his back. He lays there for awhile, eyes closed as he breathes, his slight migraine subsiding with each exhale. Uki hears another set of breaths and he opens an eye. Fulgar sat in his chair, fast asleep. Slightly leaning to the left, arms on arms rest and his legs crossed at the ankles. Fulgar's expression is peaceful and at ease, soft snores filling the air. Uki smiles at the sight, the sweet and funny Cyborg sleeping in the same room as him with such a sweet expression.

Uki rolls out of bed quietly and tiptoes to Fulgar. He stands in front of him, just observing him. His ruffled clothes, his smooth hair that covered his eyes, his jawline, his partly opened mouth. God, never has Uki wanted to kiss someone so bad before. His heart races at the thought of it, and his cheeks flame a bit.

'He wouldn't want to kiss me,' he thought to himself, leaning down so his face was level with Fulgar's. 'Although he did give me a goodnight kiss, I don't think it was anything more... but I wish it was.'

Uki brushes Fulgar's hair out his face, his fingertips trailing down to his jaw and then cupping his face with one hand. It fit perfectly in his palm he noted, rubbing gentle circles against Fulgar's cheek bone. The Cyborg makes a small sound and it takes all of Uki's will to not recoil immediately. He was afraid he had waken him up, but Fulgar just shifts, towards Uki's touch with a content exhale.

Uki's heart swells. Oh. My. God. He presses his lips together to stop a related squawk from slipping past his lips. Holy shit, this man was fucking adorable!

Uki wanted to return the kiss from last night suddenly. (Or rather, he just wanted an excuse to have contact with Fulgar's skin with his lips.) He inches closer to Fulgar's face, anxiety creeping in. The Psychic swallows hard, blushing profusely. He stayed a few good centimeters away from Fulgar's lips and was debating whether or not to go for it.

Uki inwardly sighs, deciding against kissing Fulgar because thatd be one hell of a ride if Fulgar suddenly woke up and found Uki... well. you know. Uki raises his head a few inches and presses his lips against Fulgar's forehead gently.

A hand seizes Uki's wrist, causing Uki to make a sort of strangled sound as he jerks back. A sleepy, but now awake, Fulgar narrows his eyes at Uki, who now looked like he was caught red-handed.

"Uki, what were you doing?"

"Uh... I..." Uki desperately tried to find the right words without sounding like a complete idiot. Cheeks bright red and slightly sweating. "How long were you awake?"

"The moment you woke up. I heard you groan."

'Well, fuck me,' Uki thought, cursing himself.

Fulgar studies Uki for a moment, then moves Uki's hand back to his face again. Uki stares, surprised, as Fulgar smirks. "Uki, you need to learn boundaries. However, since it's you..."

He sits up and leans close to Uki's face. "I don't mind what you do to me."

Hard. Hard as a fucking diamond.

"You don't?" Uki asks, without complaint going along with whatever was happening. He brings Fulgar's face close. "What if I decided to kiss you right now?"

The Cyborg's gaze slides away, cheeks burning. His gaze slides back and he tilts his head. "I'd let you."

So Uki went for it.

Uki's lips brush against Fulgar's own, hesitantly. He felt anxiety wracking his body because what if Fulgar suddenly realized, this isn't what he wanted? That he didn't want Uki?

Fulgar must've felt his distress because he takes Uki's face with his cold metal hands, deepening the kiss. He pulls the Pyschic into him, Uki having no choice but to sit himself in his lap. Not that Uki minded, not one bit.

Uki's other hand runs through Fulgar's hair, and Fulgar hums happily. He would have never thought Uki's lips were so soft, like he was kissing angel's wings. Fulgar suddenly wanted to taste him further, his left hand grasping the back of Uki's neck carefully as he nips at Uki's lower lip.

Uki immediately knows what Fulgar wants and opens his mouth and they make out passionately, Fulgar's tongue dancing with Uki's at a fiery pace. Uki can't help but moan into the open-mouthed kiss, pressing himself close to Fulgar.

They break away for a moment, panting. "Uki," Fulgar breathes, his hands finding refuge on Uki's hips as he rises. Uki wraps his legs around Fulgar's waist as he falls back onto his bed with Fulgar in tow.

"Yes?" Uki exhales, chest rising up and down quickly.

"I want you. So bad."

"You have me."

Fulgar dives towards Uki's neck, kissing down to his shoulder as Uki's breath hitches. He notices Uki's mole and gives it a hot kiss, making Uki shiver. Underneath the Psychic's jaw, he sucks on the skin, creating a hickey and several more on both sides of Uki's neck.

"Fu-chan," Uki says breathlessly, his arms around Fulgar's neck. He buries his face in Fulgar's neck and he can feel Fulgar's laugh reverberate through his chest.

"Getting all shy with me now, Ukiki?"

"Shut up bitch."

Fulgar, out of nowhere, hisses. He didn't realize one of Uki's arms left his neck, instead Uki's hand palming his hardened erection. He grunts, almost bucking his hips into Uki's hand.

"Look at you. So needy," Uki teases, a smirk on his puffy lips from kissing. Fulgar releases a growl, tugging on Uki's shirt.

"Off. Now," he orders.

Uki giggles, sitting up to remove his shirt. "Yours too."

Fulgar wasted no time in doing so, to crawl right back on Uki once more. He kisses Uki hard, then goes to give kisses on his neck, his collarbone, his chest, his stomach, all he way down...

Uki makes a noise right as Fulgar pauses above the obvious tent in his pants, grinning devilishly. "Where would you like me to kiss next, babe? here?"

Fulgar kisses his waist, watching Uki's heated expression. "Here?" He kisses Uki's inner thigh, but not quite where Uki needed it most.

Uki raises his hips, giving a soft whine. "Fu-chan..."

"Hm? What's wrong darling?" Uki's breath hitches. "Cat got your tongue? Youll have to speak up if you want me to give you want you want."

"I want you to... kiss me..."

"Mm?"

"Kiss me right..." Uki places his hand on his hard-on. "Here."

"Say pretty please."

"Please, Fu-chan. I need you..."

"Alright, alright." Fulgar hooks his finger into one of the hooks of Uki's sweatpants, dragging it down slowly. Uki raises his hips once more, and the pants slide down to his ankles. Fulgar, agonizingly slow, pulls down Uki's boxers and Uki's cock springs to attention, the tip an angry red. "Look how hard you are for me, how cute..."

Uki whimpers as Fulgar wraps a hand around Uki's pulsing dick, giving a few pumps as pre-cum beads on his tip. He seems to be admiring the work of art before him, and Uki squirms.

Fulgar takes the tip in his mouth, his tongue swirling around it and kitten licking the pre-cum. Uki lets out a soft moan, his stomach quivering in anticipation. Fulgar chuckles at the sight, licking his cock up and down all while keeping eye contact with the man he's about to go down on.

Finally, he puts the entirety of the Psychic's cock into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and tongue flat against his tip. Fulgar begins to bob his head up and down, at a slow pace at first, before quickening. His tongue traces a vein that goes down Uki's shaft and Uki moans.

"Oh fuck... babe you feel so-" A louder moan interrupts what the Psychic was going to say. "Mph- so g-good... oh shit..."

Fulgar chortles, sending electricity up Uki's spine. He could feel something coiling and tightening in his lower abdomen. Holy shit, Fulgar's mouth felt like heaven! Uki couldn't help but jolt at the pleasure he was feeling, moaning between his fingers as his other hand grips Fulgar's hair. Twisting and licking and sucking... oh god.

"'M gonna cum," Uki moans. "Doing such a- mm! Great job- a-ah...!"

Fulgar moans against Uki's cock and that just about does it. Uki lets out a noise, unloading himself into Fulgar's hot mouth. Fulgar swallows greedily, licking the shaft clean as Uki shakes, breathing hard.

"God, you're so fucking perfect," Fulgar practically growls, going back up to capture Uki's mouth in another heated kiss. Uki could taste himself on Fulgar's tongue and it groans into his mouth. "Need to feel you..."

He sits back, yanking off his pants harshly and discards of the useless thing at the moment, his cock erected. Uki almost drooled at the sight, a shuddered sigh escaping his lips as he reaches over to pull the drawer beside the bed out. Uki grabs a bottle of lube as Fulgar crawls back on top of him.

"It's almost as if you knew this was going to happen," Fulgar muses.

"I'm a Psychic. Of course I'd knew this would happen," Uki purrs and it takes all of Fulgar's strength to not just shove himself inside Uki right now.

"Sneaky whore, huh?"

"Your sneaky whore, yes."

Fulgar takes the bottle of lube and squeezes the contents into his hand. He spreads Uki's legs wide, letting the lube drip down his fingers for a moment before tracing Uki's hole with it. Uki shivers at how cold it is and Fulgar laughs deeply. He continues circling a moment before sliding two fingers inside.

Uki arches off the bed a little as Fulgar pumps his fingers in and out of him, stretching Uki out. Uki pants as he does so, sweat clinging to his skin. Fulgar watches with fascination and Uki's hole swallows his fingers again and again, prepping the Psychic for what was about to happen.

"Hmm, think that's perfect, no?" Fulgar asks, and not waiting for a response, puts his tip at Uki's entrance and enters. Completely sheathing himself in Uki's warmth.

"Fuck!" Uki cries out, his arms snaking around and digging slightly into Fulgar's back.

Fulgar groans, "Oh, you're so fucking warm. Shit. You're squeezing around me..."

Fulgar sits inside Uki for a moment, letting Uki adjust to Fulgar's rather large size. After a moment, he begins to move, in and out slowly, his hands on either side of Uki's head. Uki whimpers underneath him, reveling in the feeling of Fulgar's dick inside him for so long. He could feel Fulgar's veins and his shaft pulsating in his walls.

"Faster," Uki gasps.

"Beg. Beg me to go faster," Fulgar breathes, his eyes dark with lust.

"Please please please, faster faster faster-"

Fulgar's hips snap forward and a noise escapes Uki's mouth. His pace is quick, just like what Uki requested, but not hard enough to bruise. The idea of hurting Uki made his heart squeeze, and it went both ways as Uki dropped his hands back to the mattress. Fulgar intertwines his fingers in the man's fingers underneath him, breathing heavy as passionate moans and gasps fill the air.

"Uki," Fulgar chants underneath his breath, biting down on the Psychic's neck and leaving behind another gift for Uki.

"F-Fulgar!" Uki exclaims, small tears at the edges of his eyes. Not because of the stretch, no, he fucking loved that because of the pleasure causing his toes to curl and the heat to build up in his stomach. "M close!"

"So am- I-I, darling," Fulgar moans, kissing Uki's ear lobes as Uki sinks his teeth into Fulgar's neck. "Fuck, you're doing wonderful, my darling. C-cum for me now. You got this- taking me so fucking well."

Fulgar's praises help send Uki over the edge, cumming all over his stomach as Fulgar grunts, spilling his seed inside Uki. The hot warmth suddenly in Uki's guts cause him to whine quietly. It felt so good.

Fulgar's arms shake as he pulls out, plopping beside Uki with heavy breaths. Uki turns his head to admire the man before him, his breaths quick. His albino hair frames his face, sweat sheen across his brow. Uki reaches a hand, cupping Fulgar's cheek. Fulgar rests his hand on Uki's.

"That was perfect," Uki murmurs.

"You're perfect, Uki," Fulgar sighs, observing Uki. "You're so fucking beautiful." He glances down. "So let me clean you up, yeah?"

"And I'll help too-"

"No, no, let me spoil you." Fulgar gets up and walks to the bathroom to retrieve a towel.

Uki props himself up with an arm, smiling affectionately at Fulgar's ass as he sauntered off.

Yup, this is his man alright 💜

[wheneclipsefalls]

Same anon who asked about the neteyam and aonung request, I’d love to see a snippet of it!

okay here is a tiny little snippet for y'all<3

Omega Neteyam x Alpha Ao'nung teaser (unproofread)

Smut below, MDNI

“Going to miss your cute little bum, forest boy.” The alpha’s thick hands come to grip the supple flesh of Neteyam’s backside, squeezing them greedily. 

“S’not cute.” Netyam attempts to reprimand him, but it’s hardly a muffled drawl. 

“Yes it is. It’s my cute little bum.” Ao’nungs beams, ears twitching when Neteyam moans at being shifted further onto his cock. 

“Whatever, fat ass.” 

Neteyam shrieks when his slim tail is caught and tugged. Consequently it angles his hips in a way that has the bulbous head of Ao’nung’s length pressing back on his sweet spot. 

“Always so mischievous when you’re sad.” Ao’nung mutter before leaving forward and grabbing a small object from under a blanket. “Think I know what will help though.” 

Neteyam struggles to crane his neck and get a glimpse of the object. It’s small in Ao’nung’s hand, a strange color that has his head tilting in confusion. His released tail perks, however, once the object becomes recognizable. 

“Where the hell did you get that?!” 

“Turns out your little tawtute friend has quite the foraging skills.” He chuckles, effortlessly fiddling the butt plug between his fingers. Of course Neteyam knows exactly what he means. Foraging, if stealing from the outpost back in the Omatikaya village counts as foraging. “Help keep you full while I’m gone.” He whispers against the omega’s perked ear. 

When he’s shifted off of his mate, the plug slips in after it almost instantly, quick to make sure no more of his alpha’s seed would go to waste. Although, he doesn’t dare to climb off of his lap, instead opting to slink his legs around his alpha’s waist as a makeshift cage. 

“I’d rather have you help with that.” Neteyam nuzzles into the crook of his neck. 

A’onung’s chest rumbles with a deep chuckle and his tail curves across the ground to seek out Neteyam’s own skinnier appendage. Immediately the omega’s tail wraps around his, flickering to almost knot around it. Another silent plea to stay. 

“Is that so, yawntutsyip?” A’onung grins, fingers coming up to play with Neteyam’s neat braids. “Such lovely confessions right before I’m about to leave. Maybe I should go away more often.” As expected he receives a harsh hiss and push to the shoulder. Ao’nung simply laughs and lays one last kiss on Neteyam’s forehead. 

“I trust you don’t need me to remind you of the rules for when I’m gone, forest boy.” 

hehe so excited! Let me know what you think<3

[rodeo-clowns]

Hi! I’m so happy your writing for Sarah Sanderson! Do you think you can write a thing about Sarah falling in love with the female reader… who’s apart of Becca’s friend group? Thank you!! :)

She's My Witch

Sarah Sanderson x fem!reader

A/N: Ty for requesting this, I hope it was to your satisfaction! I had to age up the character to 20 bc Becca and her friends are all 16 and I don’t think Sarah Sanderson should see 16-year-olds romantically even if she's from the 1600s. Sorry if this seems to drag on and if some things are exact to what happened, wrote this on my lunch break and I have a bad memory.  Also sorry this took so long my computer stopped working for a bit.

Word Count: This is 993 words, my biggest fanfic yet!

Warnings: Kissing, mentions of smut but nothing actually happens in the text, unproofread writing.

It was Halloween again, your favorite time of year. Not just because it was one of your best friend's birthdays, but because it meant that you could dress as spookily as you wanted and no one could say a thing, especially since you lived in Salem, Massachusetts. At this very moment, you were in Olde Salem Magic Shoppe looking for new crystals to buy when Becca and Izzy came into the shop. 

“Hey, guys!” You shouted, walking over to hug the birthday girl. You gave her a tight squeeze but noticed that she had a sad look on her face. “Oh no,” you said, turning to Izzy, “is she still upset over Cassie’s party?” Izzy looked at you with a look that said “duh!”

“We both are,” she sighed. 

“And so should you!” Becca said. You sighed, bringing them both in for a tight side hug. 

“Listen, guys…These kinds of things just happen, just wait until the party is over and she’ll realize that it was pointless to spend Halloween without you two.” You said, attempting to reassure them. That just made them look even more depressed. You sighed, “listen, I have to go feed my cats but I’ll be sure to stop by the woods just in time for our little yearly ritual!” That made them seem happy, knowing that you were still there for them. 

~That same night - the forbidden forest ~

You, Becca, and Izzy were sat in a triangle around a black candle. The full moon was out and you were starting to feel weirded out by the woods. You watch Becca light the candle and together, the three of you recite your usual birthday ritual. Once it's done you zone out, trying to not feel creeped out by being in the woods at night. You can hear Becca and Izzy bickering, something about the candle not blowing out. 

“Excuse me?” You say, “what do you mean the candle’s not blowing out just pour water on it!” Becca follows your instruction, pouring water on the unusual candle before it lights back up, leaving the three of you afraid. You blow it out quickly and begin packing up. The three of you walk a decent few steps before you hear beautiful singing. You start to run and before you know it, you run into three women. Becca and Izzy scream, but you stay mesmerized by the beautiful blonde woman on the left. Suddenly, you realize just who the three of you have run into.

“Holy shit!” You say. “It’s the Sanderson Sisters!

“Yeah, we gathered that!” Yelled Becca, slowly backing away, taking her hand in yours before sprinting away. You didn't make it very far before the sisters showed up in front of the three of you again. Already, they deduced that Becca and Izzy were teens, dismissing you. Well, not all of them dismissed you. The pretty blonde woman kept making eyes at you and even if she was kinda threatening to eat literal children's souls at the moment, you couldn't stop making them back.

You followed the girls as they lead the witches to the local Walgreens, tricking them into believing that skincare products were potions, watching as they gobbled them up. Eventually, they discovered that the three of you were lying and began chasing you around the Walgreens. You managed to escape without any of them noticing when suddenly a beautiful voice whispered in your ear, “where do you think you’re going?” You jumped. It was the blonde Sanderson sister! You recognized her as Sarah from all of your history lessons. 

“Uhh…Nowhere?” You said. She looked at you with a face of disbelief. You sighed.

“Look, please, just… don’t…harm my friends, I just wanna go home.” You said honestly. She looked at you with a teasing look. 

“I don't want your friends,” she said with a breathy tone, leaning in to whisper in your ear again “I want you.” She said, pulling back, smiling at you with a toothy grin. 

“M-Me?” You gasped. “Why?” You questioned. 

“You’re so beautiful why wouldn’t I want you?” She said like it was obvious. You blushed. 

“Wow uhh..Okay then,” you said, grabbing her hand. “You can come with me back to my place.” She seemed elated at that answer. 

“Oh we are going to have so so much fun!” she squealed, pulling you in for a kiss. You kissed back, the two of you entering a make-out session in the middle of the street. When you finally needed some air, you pulled back, smiling at her. 

“Come on.” You said. 

~The next morning~

You and Sarah spent the night together and falling absolutely in love with one another. At the end of the night, you ended up sleeping with each other, the two of you delighting in the bliss of being so close to someone so close to your heart. When you awoke the next day, she was gone. You got up sad and walked to Gilbert’s shop to start your shift. When you reached the door, it was unlocked. You shrugged and walked in to find Gilbert, Becca, Cassie, her boyfriend, and Izzy together standing there looking at you with expressions that read “What the actual fuck!” Confused, you shut the door behind you. “What?” You said, concerned that no one was speaking. Gilbert began to talk but Becca swiftly interrupted him. 

“Could you explain why when we did a summoning spell to bring Sarah Sanderson to the woods she arrived NAKED WHILE HOLDING HER CLOTHES TO HERSELF!?” she yelled. Your eyes widened comically. 

“I-I can explain I-” you stuttered, trying to think of a reasonable explanation when Gilbert began laughing, which prompted you to laugh as well. The girls looked horrified but you couldn't stop thinking of the beautiful blonde woman you spent the night with while crying laughing. You would never really forget her, even if you knew she was gone for good, your beautiful Sarah Sanderson. 

[ao3feed-piltovers-finest]

Promises Made

by ConnieLingus42341569824653870123

Vi teases Caitlyn at Dinner. Caitlyn teases back.

Day 1 of CaitVi Kinktober 2023: Edging

Words: 1085, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends)

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: CaitViKinktober2023, Edging, Food Play, Finger Sucking, Dirty Talk, discussion of breeding as a kink, Discussion of fisting, Unbetaed Unproofread Unbothered, Shameless Smut, Teasing, Bossy Caitlyn Kiramman

Read on A03. from AO3 works tagged ‘Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)’

[kisses4kaia]

superbowl tn who loves football !! luke def does .

just imagining loser!luke get soo mad when his favorite team fumbles a touchdown, or when the ball is taken from his fav player and he just needs to calm down. and what a better time than halftime?

so like the sweet girl you are, you make no complaints when luke wordlessly and unexplainedly manhandles you onto your back spreading your legs. he kneels on the ground before you and throws your calves over his shoulders which are clad in a jersey reading his favorite tight end’s name on the back as he pulls your pretty little panties to the side.

usually, he would take his sweet time prepping you, teasing a little cruelly, but right now? right now he just wants to bury his face between your plush thighs, slobber a little mindlessly all over your pretty cunt. god, he’s so messy, too ! he’s paying little to no mind to your squeals and writhes as he just holds a strong arm to your pelvis, restraining you from trying to run away from him any further. “please, luke! slow down, sh-shit!” you moan in a high-pitched tone, the pop singer’s half-time performance on the tv now background static over the disgusting and bestial ways he’s devouring you like a wolf would prey.

everything is so primal and animalistic with the way his tongue fucks into you—because, its not because he’s desperate to drive you to pleasure, but because he’s found a vaguely familiar, warm, place for his worked tongue to dwell. he’s made you cum, what, thrice now? and not once has he stopped or even seemed to notice.

worse for you, he hasn’t resolved his anger yet, and as retribution for when you try to tug at his dark curls to dispel the achy overstimulation he’s caused, he slaps your agonized cunt and utters some filthy degradation before returning to his ministrations.

and when he realizes halftime has come to a conclusion and the game is back on, he simply presses a parting kiss to your sensitive little clit, sits back up onto the couch next to a heaving, crying, you, and glues his eyes back onto the screen in front of him; leaving you to limp off to take care of yourself.

“grab me another beer while you’re up, hm baby?”

[thatsalrightprettymama]

I've Drawn Out In Sharpie, Where I Would Take The Scissors

A/N: Here it is! 💙 I'm really excited to post this one because the idea came when I was almost done with Can't Think I'm Pretty, and I almost junked that fic to start this one, but I didn't cause I still liked that one and also knew with the semester finishing up that I wouldn't get to work on it for awhile lol. This didn't turn out as long as I thought it would be, and while I feel the smut is pretty good it's not as emotional as I wanted lol. Overall though I think it's a good fic, and I hope you all enjoy this!

As always it's unproofread and unedited 😂💙.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Mentions of body image issues, mentions of plastic surgery, cussing.

Word Count: 4.7k

Biting your lip, you looked in the mirror in your bra and panties analyzing yourself as you hold the black marker in your hand. Seeing all your flaws you criticize your body before you start to outline in marker the places you hated. Too absorbed in your personal mission, you don’t hear Austin enter the house and make his way through it towards your shared bedroom. Seeing the bathroom door cracked, he walks in to see the confusing sight of you literally marking up your body. “What are you doing babe?” He asks as his brows furrow some and causes you to drop the marker. Quickly you grab your robe hanging on the wall next to the sink and quickly wrap it around your body. “What are you doing home early babe? I though shooting was going to be long today.” You ask avoiding his question as you wrap the soft fabric around you tighter.

“Well it is, but something happened to two of the cameras to Baz’s is giving everyone a bit of break while it gets fixed, so I figured I’d spend some time with my favorite girl on her off day. “He tells you as he steps more into the bathroom, still confused by the scene he walked into. “You still haven’t answered my question though babe, what are you doing?” He asks you gently as he comes closer to you. Bowing your head, you bite your lip as your current emotions bubble more as you start to feel vulnerable under his gaze. You honestly wish the floor would swallow you up, because how could you answer him and not sound crazy, shallow, or pathetic? As you silently stared at the floor Austin watched you, and as the silence took over the bathroom for a moment something started to gnaw at his gut. “Y/N? What’s going on?” Austin softly asks as he steps towards you, biting his lip at your step back into the counter.

Gently he reaches out and cups your chin to lift your face, shocked to see your eyes lined with tears. As you stared into his eyes, the part of you that knew despite your worries, Austin has become one of the people that you could be honest with. Which is why after swallowing the lump in your throat you finally begin to answer him. “You know how I’ve been working on the Phillips account since we basically landed?” You begin with rhetorically asking him as he begins to chew on his lip wondering where this was going. “Well I finally finished it the other day, and I got an email from my boss congratulating me and telling me about the bonus I’m getting since I basically helped secure them to the firm.” You tell Austin, and while he wants to celebrate that news with you knowing how hard you’ve been working, it confuses him more as to why it led you to drawing on yourself. You bite you lip and take a breath as you watch his brows furrow more, and his blue eyes start to fill with worry and concern.

“W-well when he told me the figure, I kinda started thinking about what I wanted to get me with it. I know that’s selfish, but I’ve been so stressed with this account that I just want to kinda treat myself, ya know?”  You continue after taking a moment, and despite swallowing the hard lump in your throat before you spoke, your voice comes out thick. “Well I started thinking about some of the stuff I’ve wanted like dresses, make-up, and maybe a puppy after talking to you. Then I started to really think and thought about the amount too. And something, well more like somethings, I’ve wanted since all the way back in high school popped into my head. “You go on as you stare into his eyes, and the tears begin to slowly slip as you feel shame, guilt, self-disgust, and all the emotional pain that’s been slowly bottled up for decades storm inside you. While it’s not the only time this emotional storm as wrought your soul, it’s the first time you’ve really let Austin see the full extent of it. Yes, over the course of your relationship you two have shared so much of everything of yourselves that he knows that you don’t always believe him when he tells you your beautiful. That sometimes he knows you slip into the background, because you don’t believe your light shines brighter than what you think.

Tenderly he brings his hand up from your chin to wipe your tears. As your heart hammers in your ears and you feel your pulse race you take a shaky breath before you continue explain yourself. “I’ve struggled looking into the mirror most of my life Austin. Yeah, sometimes I can look into it and be fine with myself, and sometimes even happy but for the majority of it I hate who I see. I just look and I see everything I hate and don’t like; I see everything I wish I could change about me. “You tearfully tell him as he slowly wraps his arms around you as you continue to stare at him with broken eyes. “So, I decided that I’d finally do something to change that, even though I went back and forth on it for years I was going to finally pick one or two things about my body I hated the most. Narrow it down to those two or that one thing and get the work done to change it. Then maybe if I finally changed part of what I saw that I might actually like what I see.” You finish before burying your head into his chest, causing his arms to crush you against him.

“Oh Y/N baby.” He murmurs into your hair as he feels his heart shatter at your answer. The dark markings under the robe now making sense and crushing him. While he knew that you had issues with your self-image, but he didn’t know that you literally wanted to change yourself. He also felt instantly torn too. While he knows you don’t see yourself as he sees you, he still can’t fathom it. He doesn’t understand how you can’t see how beautiful your eyes are, especially when they light up with laughter. He swears he can see galaxies in your Y/E/C eyes in those moments. He can’t wrap his head around how you can’t see your smile and not see how bright and infectious it was, or how you couldn’t see how your beauty was ethereal. That you were his own personal Aphrodite in every sense, imperfections, and all. Because even your imperfections were beautiful because they help make you. Every part of you was beautiful.  He also knew ultimately that he wanted you to be happy more than anything, and if really changing something about yourself is what truly would make you happy, then he would support you.

Austin held you tightly, holding back his own tears as you cried into his chest. Letting out some of your anguish as he lovingly held you. As he holds you a memory of your first birthday with him came to him. He remembers he got you a few things, but he remembers you actually squealing when you opened the huge book that was a collection of Shakespeare’s completed works. He also remembers you opening it to search for a certain sonnet. “I grant I never saw a goddess go. My mistress when she walks treads on the ground. And yet by heaven I think my love is rare, as any she belied with false compare.” Austin softly recites in his deep voice; his chest gently vibrates under you as you start to calm your cries as you listen to him. Looking up to him you see his eyes lovingly stare at you before he explains the seemingly random recitation to you. “I remember you telling me that was your favorite sonnet because of how much he loved her. He points out that she’s not perfect, she’s not the most beautiful, that she’s not the most pleasant sounding in it, yet he loves her so much that he believes that it’s truly rare. That she’s his true love with no compare. “, Austin explains as he wipes your tears. His words already tugging at your heartstrings despite your emotional turmoil remembering the night he’s referencing.

 “You said you loved that because to you that was real. That real love was knowing that your person wasn’t perfect but loving them and believing that those make them a rarity was what real love should be. Over the years I’ve come to agree with you more on that, and I so full heartedly believe that our love is real.” He tells you as he deeply stares into your eyes, hoping you truly hear him, and hear all he has to say. His words squeezing your heart as you begin to hang onto every word he says, “Because even though I didn’t see everywhere you marked, I know all those places you circled and outlined are things I love. I know because I love everything about you. Because you are so awe-inspiringly beautiful that when I look at you, I see love and home. “You see pure love in his eyes as his words pour from his lips, his deep voice soothing you as his loving grip on your heart begins to comfort you. “Cause fuck as cheesy as it is, you’re imperfectly perfect. I know it’s cliché’, but it’s so damn true Y/N. “Austin tells you as he moves and moves a hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek. He softly stares at you, biting his lip before he suddenly asks you, “Will you please go lay down and take the robe off?” His question startles you and as you look into his blue eyes all you see is tender love and concern. You bite your lip and stare at him, too focused on his eyes as his mouth turns down some at your hesitancy. “Please Y/N.” He softly pleads as he stares into your eyes. Biting your lip you nod and softly presses a kiss to your forehead before you left the bathroom.

Going into the room you shakily take off your robe and lay on top of the bed, as you laid there you started to feel more vulnerable before you hear Austin’s footsteps. Crawling onto the bed holding a wet cloth he places a knee on each side of your legs. He bites his lip as he looks at all the markings littered across your body, each black stain of ink on you striking his heart. “I know you see something wrong with all these places you highlighted, but all I see are pieces of art I’d worship at an altar.” Austin tells you as he delicately drags his soft gaze over your body, as you bite your lip and fidget with your hands. Fighting the urge to cover yourself up, and part of you breaks even more with that as tears start to well up again. “I see every part of you of you and I know there’s not enough time on this earth, or words in any language for me to pronounce my devotion to this gorgeous body that holds the most ethereal soul I know.” He tells you as he leans down to slowly drag the soft cold cloth against your thigh. His words tightening your chest as you watch, filling the cracks in the self-hate with love. “The thighs you want to change, are thighs I love. “He softly tells you as he works on wiping the marker off your skin.

“They’re the thighs that I love to feel in my hands, or to feel my head against when I lay on your lap. They’re the thighs I can’t stop looking at when you wear that one pair of jeans that drive me crazy.” He tells you with a light chuckle, you give a small watery giggle as he continues to softly rub the soft fabric against you until the ink is gone. As you watch him start to wipe off the other thigh, you see him bite his lip and his face start to softly concentrate as he continues,” Even the things you hate about them I love. I know you’ve mentioned they jiggle too much; we couldn’t disagree more. I adore the way the look when I see you walk around in nothing but my shirt, I love how they feel in my hands whenever I touch them.” He confesses as he finishes wiping the ink of your other thigh. “Oh Austin” You softly swoon as he shakes his head. “I’m not finished Y/N. I’m going to tell you what I love about every place you marked up.” He tells you gently but firmly as he stares into your eyes. Already so fully in love with him, you didn’t think you could fall deeper for him, but you were proved wrong by his words.

He then softly drags the cloth up your body towards your hips. He bites his lip briefly as he sees the ink littered on it. “These hips you don’t like? I think they’re my absolute favorite part of you to hold.” He tells you softly as he begins to gently rub at the markings. “Whether it’s during passionate moments that give me anchor, or those relaxed moments when I just want to hold you to me as we spend time with friends and I just want to feel you, or when we’re in the kitchen and some song you really like comes on and you want to dance, I feel like they were made for me to hold. That where I’m supposed to be is holding you. “Austin tells you as he continues to wash you off, his deep voice seeping with adoration as he stares down at you. “Oh, I love you so much Austin.” You softly say as you hold back tears from his words chipping away at your self-hate.

“I love you too baby, but I just wish you could see what I see.” He tells you as he finishes removing the ink from your hip, softly erasing the dark ink. “Home feels like my arms around you.” He tells you as he finishes cleaning the markings on your hips, dragging the cloth to your stomach. “You’re my home too Austin, but I don’t know how I can see what you do when all I see are glaring reasons I’m not enough.” You softly tell him as you start to fiddle with your hands again, the love his words filling you with fueling your brutal honesty. “I know you mean everything you tell me; I know you believe every word you say so much that I almost, almost, let myself believe you before it just comes crashing back. It all comes back that I don’t feel pretty enough, thin enough, sexy enough, nice enough, and just enough.” You tell him holding back tears as you lay under him. “I just want to be enough.” You whisper to him as he stares at you, his heart breaking even more as the words seem to echo in the quiet bedroom.

“You are enough though. You’re more than enough, and I hate that you feel that way Y/N.” He tells you softly, his raspy voice cracking as he softly washes the ink. “You are so fucking beautiful that I can’t believe that you’re really mine, that you despite all this shit that comes with my crazy life that you think I’m worth all the fucking trouble. When you could go have a normal life with a guy that can give you all I can without the bullshit. I don’t care what the size on the labels of your clothes are, because your body drives me so fucking crazy.” Austin tells you as his cracking voice permeated his emotional honesty as he continues to remove the black ink that was breaking both your hearts. “You are so sexy; I’d spend hours with you and it’s never enough. I’ll never get enough of you.” He tells you passionately as pauses holding the soft cloth to you as he stares at you, his words still filling you with love, and slowly chipping more at the self-hate swirling inside you. “You are so fucking enough, that you’re the only woman I want to be with Y/N. The only woman I want by my side for the rest of my life, the only woman I want to have children with, the only woman I want to be my future. And I’ll do anything on this fucking earth to make you feel enough. “Austin passionately tells you before he pauses on the smeared ink on your stomach to lean down and softly kiss you. Pouring his love and adoration for you as he presses his pillowy lips against yours.

“I’ll spend the rest of my life doing anything and everything I can to make sure you know you’re enough, that you’re beautiful, that you’re amazing.” He confesses as you two break apart, and he stares at you with such care and devotion, it causes your chest to tighten as the self-hate slowly starts to dissipate. “I just want you to feel, happy, enough, and loved by my side.” Austin softly tells you as you return his gaze of love, wondering how he was always so amazing in the back of your mind. As he leans down to softly kiss you again, you wrap your arms around his shoulder, softly enjoying the comfort of his love and lips. As you two kissed, you couldn’t help but want more. You started to want his touch to feel the small gaps of his adoring words. “Baby, I’m not done talking yet.” He softly says breaking apart when you try to deepen the kiss, trying to ignore the pout that instinctively fills your lips at his words. Moving one arm from his shoulder you cup his face as you bite your lip and softly request, “Please, just make me feel beautiful.”

Looking into your eyes he knows he’d never deny that request, nor would he ever want to. Staring into your eyes, looking for any doubt or anything that would signal you’re too vulnerable to continue the path you want before he kisses you again. His soft lips passionately pressing against yours before the kiss deepens. Wrapping your arm back around his shoulders, you anchor too him as you begin to feel his passionate adoration. Breaking apart for air he rakes his eyes down your body. “You are so fucking beautiful.” He raps out as your hand trails to the bottom of his shirt to tug at it for him to remove it.  As he removes his shirt, your hands instantly go to his firm chest, only for his large hand to grab yours as he shakes his head. “No baby, this is going to all about you, and making you feel beautiful, wanted, sexy, enough, anything I need to make you feel better.” He softly tells you as he takes your hands and pins them above your head gently against the bed, before removing his hand and softly smiling when you keep them there. Kissing you again, he quickly moves his lips from yours and starts to trail them across your neck. His full lips softly trailing down your chest as you can feel that internal coil start to ignite, getting hotter as his lips get closer to your chest.

Gasping as you feel his mouth enclose around your nipple, you couldn’t help the moan that escaped you as he started to suck on it and swirl his tongue around the bundle of nerves. That coil getting hotter as his large hand groped the other and started to gently massage it. Your hands grip the sheets beneath them as he lavishes your chest with attention, making you moan and arch as you feel yourself get wetter. He releases your nipple with a pop before he starts to kiss down from your chest over your stomach. Blue eyes swimming with lust and adoration as he looks at you, the coil burning more as he kisses down your body. As he started to kiss and nibble along your thighs, so close to where you needed him the most and driving you crazy with need. Everything starting to slip from your mind as pleasure started to build up inside you. Feeling his warm hands grab your underwear you lift your hips to help him slide them off. As you watched him grab your thighs and reveal your dripping pussy to him, you couldn’t put into words how his hungry gaze made you feel. The coil inside you burning hot as you get wetter, moan as you watch his face get closer before he gives your clit a few kitten licks.

The small movements pleasurably keeping that coil smoldering as he starts to eat you out. Wrapping his lips around your button he starts to suck as you feel his finger start to tease your folds. As quick as his finger was there it was gone as he moved his mouth down to thrust his tongue inside you. Throwing your head back you moan as you feel his large hands on your thighs firmly grasp the flesh there as he keeps you from closing them. Each movement of his tongue sending waves of pleasure through your body, intensifying as you feel him groan against you. Tightly you hold onto the sheets, digging into them as you start to move your hips as the pleasure started to overtake you. Every though, every insecurity dropped from you mind as all you could focus on was everything Austin was making you feel. “Goddamn Y/N I swear you look like a fucking goddess, like my own Aphrodite like this.” Austin rasps out to you as he pulls his mouth off you for a moment, and while you want his lips back on you the sight of him looking up at you with your juices on his chin and his words inflame your core even more as you lowly moan at the sight.

You watch as he takes his thumb and wipes his chin, moaning along with him as he sticks it in his mouth, The obscene view making you think you might soak the bed with how wet you were getting. “My own goddess, that makes the sweetest ambrosia.” He lowly tells you before he dips his head back between your thighs and goes back to eating you out. His soft plush lips teasing your clit as he brings his fingers to your entrance. Only removing them when he would replace them with his tongue, solely focused on bringing you closer and closer to edge. Your moans filling the room with his occasional groans. His ministrations fueled more as he feels your walls tighten around his fingers. He groans around your clit making that coil tighten as you feel the vibrations along with his tongue. “A-Austin, I’m so so close.” You manage to moan out in your pleasure filled haze as he brings you closer to orgasm. Your words seem to spur him on more as he thrusts his fingers harder and giving your clit a harsh suck as he pushes you over the edge.

Your pleasure filled scream filling the room as you swear stars explode into your vision. Your orgasm powerfully washing over you in waves of pleasure, and Austin slows his movement but continues to gently drink you up through your orgasm. Overstimulation sending pleasurable electric shocks as he gently sucks on you whimper and moan. Panting you look down as he lifts his head, chin glistening as he stares up at you with hunger. “I love you Y/N.” He tells you as he wipes his face before moving back up your body to pull you into a kiss. “I’ll never get enough of seeing you like this, of seeing your so beautiful and full of want and need.” Austin tells you as you two break apart to lean up to start removing his pants. Biting you lips you watch as he unbuttons them and does the zipper before grasping them and the waistband of his briefs and pulling them down. Revealing his long thick dick, the head leaking precum making that coil ignite again. Leaning down he pulls you into another kiss, you wrap your arms around his shoulders. Holding onto him as your tongues dance against each other’s you feel his dick rub against your folds. Austin swallows his moans as he gently teases you before pressing his head at your entrance.

Breaking apart you throw your head back and moan as he starts to fill you up, the feeling of his dig slowly sinking into. You try to commit the groan he lets out when he bottoms out to memory, but you know it’s futile with how much the pleasure of feeling him in you takes over your mind. Slowly he pulls his hips back only to firmly thrust back into you, setting a slow but powerful pace. Your nails dig into his shoulder as his thrusts tighten that coil, your body begging to be totally consumed by pleasure as he continues to snap his hips back and forth. His dick stretching you in the most euphoric ways with his movements, one of his hands find your hip as you meet his thrusts. Both of your moans and groans filling the room as that coil burns even hotter, though you can’t help the loud moan that escapes you as he moves his hand to your thigh and grips it to move you leg up higher, the new angle tightening that coil as he brings you to that familiar edge again.

Each thrust sends electricity flying through your veins as he begins to hit that certain spot inside you. Digging into his shoulder chants of his name small prayers fall through your lips in between moans as he drags you closer and closer to the edge with his powerful thrusts, you hips moving to meet each one. That coil inside you getting tighter as burns hotter, your walls futtering around his dick as he drags it back and forth against your walls. Suddenly the coil snaps and another strong orgasm hits you like a tidal wave as you cum around his dick, faintly feeling his harsh grip on you hip as he gives a few more thrusts before stilling in you. Waves of pleasure consuming you, the feeling of his warm cum painting your walls adding to it as you moan. Collapsing against you, you welcome the feeling of his weight against you as you both lay there panting. Enjoying the feeling of still being close as euphoric pleasure continues to jolt through your bodies. After catching his breathe for a moment, Austin leans up easing his weight off you as he gives you a tender kiss. Slowly slipping out of you he rolls his body to the side, his arm reaching over to roll you over and pull you against him.

“I love you so much Y/N.” Austin softly tells you after a moment as he moves a piece of your hair from your face. “I love you too Austin.” You respond with a soft smile as you tenderly look at him. Feeling so loved and cherished, and knowing how luck you were to have someone like him in your life. Always there to make the lows better. “I really do love you so much Austin. Thank you for always being there when it seems I’m at my lowest. “You honestly confess to him as he holds you closer to him. “I love you, and I’ll always be there to help you when your low just like I’ll always be there to celebrate the highs. I also promise I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure that you feel loved and enough.” Austin tells you tenderly before leaning down and giving you a soft kiss. Laying there in his arms, you start to feel tired and feel your eyes get heavier from the days event. Letting yourself enjoy the feeling of cuddling with Austin you slowly allow yourself to drift off to sleep.

[straykids-97]

plz plz plz can you make another seonghwa

I LOVE ur writing damn it how do you even write like that? Um, like, do you have any advice that I can go away with to try to start writing. Cuz I tried but I don't really know where to go.

Anyways luv u bye!

Already on it!!

Also, I've been writing since I was 12 as a hobby so I've had lots and lots of practice! I recommend downloading something like Grammarly if you're thinking about trying to write yourself. I usually use it for synonyms and to make my writing better. It got too tedious trying to go back and forth between thesaurus.com and google docs. When I found Grammarly, it changed the whole game! Now, I'm not gonna say, rely on Grammarly because it can and will mess up documents occasionally, so if you take my advice, heed my warning; do not post unproofread documents! You'll find that sometimes when you correct the structure of a sentence, it'll delete half the paragraph or something crazy like that.

Anyway, much love! I write more than smut, this just helps fill the writer's block of my other stories haha!

©️straykids-97

[itsmentalillness]

𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 || 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲! 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬

comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated

A/N: this is in no way a song fic, or connected to “jealousy, jealousy” by Olivia Rodrigo, I just thought the name fit. I realized I never gave Sirius a time to shine in my fics, so this one’s for him. And thank you @fiftyshadesoftricia for helping me format

CW: smut, d/s elements, jealous Sirius, if you try hard enough it might be angsty, dom!Remus/Sirius, sub!reader/James, exhibition, face fucking, degradation (use of the word bitch), unproofread dyslexia 

Word Count: 1.8k

Taglist

“You know what (y/n), I need you to shut up. And loose the whole the fucking attitude.”

Sirius pushed you into your dorm, and towards the center of the room.

“Fine. But you could leave me the fuck alone then.”

Blood rushed to your ears, and the fury that had been building up for the last hour or so had crushed any composure you had, all on the account of Sirius Black being an ass.

Albeit you enjoy being deemed as “his girl”, as well as the rest of the Marauders, you were perfectly capable of handling your own business. Business is the group of boys Ravenclaw boys who took the opportunity of your boyfriends’ absence to take turns trying to catch your eye in the halls.

There was no doubt you couldn’t handle the issue. In fact, you were alright on your own. However, Sirius wasn’t one to think that playing along with the group of said boys was necessarily appropriate. It was fun to lead these boys on, twirling strands of hair and batting your eyelashes with faux innocence just to snap at them moments later and see them jolt was amusing.

Of course, Sirius knew this game of yours was all fake, but he couldn’t help getting heated at the sight, and this was his last straw.

The second you saw the envy plastered on his face as you talked to the boys, you knew you were in for it. 

But why not dig your grave deeper.

You walked away from the boys, and right past Sirius. Barley acknowledging his presence in the hall. 

Sirius didn’t even try to cover the fact that he was following you. A quick glance over your shoulder at the boy had him just about running towards you. You turned down an empty corridor, and just like clockwork, Sirius was right there behind you. 

“You little-”

“Lovely to see you too, Siri.” There was a certain way that you could lace your words with purity that had your boyfriend addicted.

The rest of the conversation was a fast blur of quips and pushing each other up the stairs to the dormitory, where Remus and James were waiting for your rambunctious arrival. 

As you stumbled into the dorm, you were pushed into the center so Sirius could make a show out of you like you were merely a circus act. 

Remus and James didn't have to even have to open their mouths for you to understand the many questions running circles in their heads. 

“All I’m doing is joking around and making fun of those bastards but Sirius is being a jealous fucking prick!”

All eyes were now on you. Glares came from Remus and Sirius but James just stared in shock at the bold out burst of yours. James went to comment, but was cut off by Remus.

“Not now James. What on earth are you two possibly going on about?” 

Right on cue, all of your confidence drained. Not a bone in your body felt big enough to stand up to Remus on this. He knew about your little charades, he found them slightly entertaining in the sense it meant he got to watch you crumble to the ground before him. 

Shame quickly took place of your lost pride, you cast your eyes to the ground and started to twiddle your fingers. Sirius saw took the opportunity to speak for himself. 

“I have every right to be jealous, you’re the one walking around trying to get fucked by every other boy at school.” 

Your head shot up at his words, maybe he didn't quite grasp it was all a game.

“I don't want them, you’re just stupid. All I want is you. Merlin, Sirius. I’m just trying to get you worked up. Cant you get that through that thick skull of yours?”

His face was softer now. There was a certain expression of fluster that made it clear he was a little out of the loop, but was piecing the puzzle together. 

“That’s what this is for. You want me jealous.”

These weren’t questions, these were statements. He was becoming aware, and that caused desire to form alongside the anxiety that sat in the pit of your stomach. 

For a second, Remus and James simply weren’t in the room. It was only Sirius. He was the one that mattered now. He was all your attention was focused on. Millions of people could be passing by, but not even for a single second would you take your gaze off of Sirius. 

James was the one to knock you out of this rush with his questions of what was going to happen to you. What punishment could entail didnt even conceptualize for you. The thought hadn’t even made an appearance until now. Of course you knew there would be punishments, but what exactly that meant was far out of your reach. 

“Not sure. That seems to be up to Pads.”

Remus’ response clearly sparked an interest in Sirius. The way he looked at the lycanthrope made sure you knew you were going to be in deep if Remus gave the okay to take the reigns on your repercussions.

You were barely able to process what the slight nod Remus gave Sirius meant before you felt rough hands grip tightly at your wrists and tug you towards the raven haired boy’s bed.

While you flopped on the bed, Remus pulled a chair up to the end of the bed facing you and Sirius and had James sit in his lap.

Sirius was no longer drunk on excitement, his expression became sober. 

“This is a punishment pup, but you can still say stop whenever you need, just like always, okay?” 

You nodded your head in agreement, but that wasnt enough for him. Sirius needed constant verbal agreement from you, the last thing he ever wanted was to make you scared. If he didnt hear words, he would get a nagging feeling there might be something wrong.

“I need you to say it.”

“Yes sir. I know. But what about Remmy?” Not one of your boyfriends had yet to recognize that it was only you and Sirius in bed. 

“Your gonna put on a show for ‘em.”

Heat rushed to your face, and in an attempt to hide said embarrassment you threw one of the red velvet pillows over your face. Within a millisecond Sirius pulled the pillow from your face and had it relocated to the ground with a soft thump. 

“Dont you dare start getting shy on us now puppy. You put yourself here. Now on your knees.” Sirius 

Rather than moving at the demand, you stayed stationed on the soft comfort of the bed.

“Are you dull? On the ground.” With a sudden swipe to your hair, your were pulled to the ground, making you kneel before him at his feet. With a sense of instinct you reached your hands to the buckle of his belt. Sirius didn’t  care to yell at you for touching without direct permission, he just needed you to be his this evening and always. 

Once his belt and pants were gone somewhere in the room, you sat back on your heels, hands splayed across your thighs awaiting any new instructions from your dominant. 

“Merlin, do I have to do everything for you. Fucking dumb.”

His words may have been harsh and his tone was definitely rough, but that didn’t stop lust from fogging your brain. He removed his boxers, bringing his cock into view. You were so far lost in ogling at the sight you didn’t fully hear Remus’ commands. 

“Acting like you’ve never seen my cock before, don't tell me I’m gonna have to teach you to suck properly.” 

Once again, Sirius’ hands groped at your hair, this time bringing you mere centimeters from his cock. You stuck your tongue out, letting bead of saliva dribble onto the flushed pink head before suckling at the tip. The grip on your hair loosened, and rather than having a stationary purpose, Sirius’ hand guided your head down his shaft. 

Not a lot of what Sirius said from above you reregistered in your mind, all you heard was something along the lines of “going faster”. Which turned out to be not a demand for you, but a blanket statement of his. As you attempted to add more speed to your movements, Sirius’ hands reached your face. The cold of the rings that decorated his fingers felt strange in contrast to his warm palms cupping your face, bringing you to a halt. 

He set the pace. This one was filled with haste. Unrestrained. Downright brutal. It was set with the intention of not having you able to talk for days without pain reminding you of tonight. 

The spongy tip of his cock relentlessly hit the back of your throat with every other thrust, making you gag around him and spit run down your chin. Tears felt heavy on your waterline, waiting to make their presence. 

“Don’t you dare cry. Be a good bitch and take it.” 

You tried not to, honestly, but it was too much. The way Sirius pounded into your face, the degrading phrases that were broken by his shameless moans, and the wet patch soaking your panties all the way through to your tights. 

You tried rubbing your thighs together to relieve any tension you could. Sirius couldn’t notice, his head was thrown back and eyes were squeezed shut in ecstasy, but it didn't go unnoticed like you intended. Remus saw. Of course Remus saw. In your hazy state, you forgot that James and Remus were watching. 

“Stop that. Now. Open your legs.” You complied to the directive and glanced at Remus, to the best of your ability. It was hard to see him through your tears optics, but you could make out his hand slowly pumping James’ length, and fingers shoved down the boy’s throat to keep him quiet. 

Without warning, you couldn’t keep anything in any longer. Hot tears streamed down your face, whimpers fell from your lips, you felt absolutely pathetic. And thats just the way Sirius liked you. 

The sight alone brought Sirius tipping over the edge. He pulled out of your mouth, hovering his cock right above your face. He pumped his throbbing length as ropes his cum painted you face. It mixed with the tears, and spit that already adorned your face. As you attempted to bring your hands up to wipe some of the mess from your face, Sirius spit on you, making some of his cum run along the side of your face and down your neck. 

“I didnt say to clean yourself did I?” 

He paused, seeing if you would answer or understand this was a rhetorical question of his, when you didn’t give an answer he continued.

“Keep it. I like you like this. Shows me that you’re mine.”

taglist: @quindolyn @o-rion-sta-r @remmyswife @dreamy-clousds @emo-typical @reggies-baby @peachybaes​ @percyweasleyspuff @dracosafety @el-imaskingforyourlefthand @haroldpotterson @lunaiswifey @ildm4ev @luxurvitae @oliverwoodmarrymepls @peachybaes​ @prongs103 @just-a-smol-spoon @lillsthoughts @obliviatehp @justadreamyhufflepuff

[stillmonsterz]

rosebud

pairing: jay x reader, sunghoon x reader genre: smut with plot summary: ever since your mother passed away, your stepfather has been there for you. but when your old crush finally makes a move on you, you find that you want to pursue something different. one night won't change a thing, right? contains: unprotected sex, dubcon, mentions of death, infidelity (?), "humor", piv, blowjobs word count: 8.6k (unproofread) taglist: @belowbun @moon7jay @ui11iane @bambangan A/N: I didn't intend to write this, but here we are. Hope you enjoy it!

You tasted the dish you had made once more before setting the spoon down and closing the lid on the pot. Perfect. Jay would love it. You both worked full-time jobs, but he did so much around the house that you liked to have dinner waiting for him. You were a better cook than him, anyways.

You washed your hands and decided to head to the couch while you waited for him to come home. It was your ritual: when your mom was alive, you, Jay, and her would all sit down and talk about your day before going your separate ways. Your mom had liked to eat dinner alone, so your time to congregate was just when everyone got home. 

Your mother had passed away a few years ago, shortly after her and Jay, your stepfather, had gotten married. It was a car crash, a stupid drunk driver. Just the thought of that night made you curl into yourself. Jay had taken care of you after that. Even though you had been an adult for a while, able to support yourself with your job, he had never even mentioned you moving out. He had moved you and your mother to his lovely house in the suburbs, got you whatever you wanted for your room. To repay his kindness, you liked to do little things for him: cook, do the laundry, mop the floors. It was the least you could do.

The breakers in the doorknob clicked, and Jay walked into the foyer. You tried to rid your mind of the hard times, of the grief. When he saw you, his face brightened. “I smell something good,” he said, taking his shoes off and loosening his tie. He had a high-status, forward-facing job, so Jay wore suits everyday to work. You ironed them for him on the weekend, taking care to put them in protective plastic bags. 

“I made cream pasta,” you said, relaxing onto the couch. “Your favourite.”

“Oh, thank you, sweetheart,” Jay said. “I need it. Was so busy I didn’t get lunch today.” He walked into the living room and gave you a quick peck on the cheek. “Just gonna go wash up, then we can chat, okay?”

“Okay,” you said happily, washing him dip into the downstairs guest bathroom. 

When he came back out, he had loosened his tie so that it hung slackly around his neck. Jay walked over to the couch, tilted your head up, and gave you a long, gentle kiss. He broke the kiss to lower himself onto the couch, settling next to you.

Jay held your hand in his, stroking his thumb over your knuckles. “How was your day?”

You shrugged. “Nothing to report. This guy kept asking for the book ‘Against bad and Good’ by Fyodor Dostoevksy, and eventually I figured out that he meant beyond Good and Evil by Nietzsche.”

Jay laughed. “Was he drunk?”

“Just stupid, I think. How was your day?”

Jay squeezed your hand. “Good, good. I got a lot of work done in preparation for the trip. Had to coordinate with marketing for the proposal, which is always difficult, because marketing is staffed by-,”

“Neanderthals?”

He kissed your cheek. “I’ve taught you well.” You laughed, which earned you an affectionate smile from him. 

“I remember when I heard you laugh for the first time after your mom passed,” Jay said, his other hand coming to rest on your shoulder. “It made me so relieved.”

“It did?”

“Mhm,” he said. “That’s how I knew you would be okay.”

You smiled at him, then, and he leaned in to give you another gentle kiss on the lips. He pulled away slowly, almost teasingly.  You held his cheeks with both hands and brought him back towards you, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. Jay softly groaned into your mouth and wrapped his arms around your lower back, drawing you into him. 

One of his hands strayed towards your chest, and he groped one of your clothed breasts.So it was one of those days. Jay tugged on your lip as he pulled away from the kiss, one hand still lingering on your chest.

“We might have to postpone dinner,” he said, running the side of his finger along your cheek. 

“Why? You’re not hungry?”

“I am,” Jay said, “but for something else.” With that, he leaned in and kissed a sensitive spot under your ear, eliciting a gasp from you. 

“Bedroom?” you asked. 

Jay nodded and lifted you up, holding you bridal-style. As he carried you upstairs, you began unbuttoning his white collared shirt, kissing at the new expanse of skin awarded to you. “I need all the time I can get with you before my trip.”

“Where is it again? Singapore?” you asked before pressing wet kisses on his upper chest. 

“Yeah,” Jay said. “Fuck, I’ll really miss you.”

“It’s only five days.”

“And I’ll miss you every single hour,” he said. He pushed the door to his bedroom open and brought you inside. All of your mom’s stuff had been moved to storage, leaving it an entirely Jay space: white walls, creamy bed-sheets, vintage record-player sitting on a side-table, lounge chair. It was still late afternoon, so golden sunlight shone past the cracks in the blinds and cast a shimmering glow throughout the space.

“I’ll miss you, too,” you said softly. Jay kissed your cheek before resting you on the king-sized bed. You pulled your clothes off quickly, not wanting to waste a second. Jay had the same idea, tossing his suit jacket and pants onto the lounge chair. 

“Iron those for me later, will you?” He strided over to his nightstand to get a condom. While he did so, you began prepping yourself, sliding two fingers in and out of your warm pussy while you rubbed your clit. 

“I will, Jay,” you said. When you saw him approach you, you stopped playing with yourself and leaned down on your elbows. Your mouth watered at the sight of his erect cock.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Jay crawled on top of you and kissed you deeply. His hands ran along the sides of your bare skin, feeling their contours. You had done this with him so many times, but he always managed to make it feel as though he were exploring uncharted territories every time he kissed you. “Do you mind if we do missionary?”

“I’d like that,” you breathed out. You traced your hands along his arms, feeling the taut, tense muscle.

“Good,” Jay said. “I want to see your face.” He gave his cock a few tugs before he slid inside of you with a groan. The stretch was delicious, as usual, and your toes curled as he pushed himself in. Jay gave you both some time to adjust, his eyes closed tightly shut. He owned them and began to move, your creamy pussy welcoming his hard length.

Your hands grasped the back of his neck, stroking the soft hair. “I’ll really miss you,” you said, gasping in between words. Jay’s pace was slow and purposeful, his cock teasing the gummy wall of your G-spot. The bed creaked every time he thrusted into you.

“I’ll miss you more,” he said, driving his cock deeper and deeper into your pussy. “You have no clue just how badly I want you there with me.” Jay’s face was contorted in pleasure, and he dipped down low to suck on your neck. 

“No marks,” you whined, trying to push his face away. “I’m seeing Sungyeon in a few days…”

“Just tell her it was your boyfriend,” Jay mumbled against your neck, nibbling the tender skin. He was always like this just before he went away, clingy and needy. “Or a hookup. I don’t care.”

“Oh,” you sighed. How could you argue with him when his cock felt so good? He canted his hips into yours at an even pace. He never rushed a thing. Even the way he gave you hickeys was careful and slow. 

Jay pulled out of you, and you protested at the sudden emptiness. “Want to taste you before I go,” he said, pressing kisses from your neck to your breasts to your belly-button. Then he lavished attention on your inner thighs, sucking red marks onto them. His lips smacked against your soft skin, and he caressed your legs gently with his large hands. Sometimes Jay would put on his old rnb playlist when you two made love, but you liked this, too, when you could hear everything.

After he had kissed every square inch of your thighs, Jay gently parted your vulva lips. He pecked your clit, too, which made you giggle. The laughs choked in your throat as he began to lave his tongue over your sensitive pearl, ever so softly. He alternated between flicking his tongue and making a swirling motion. Jay’s hands clutched your waist, holding you in place. Your hands threaded into his dark, well-kept hair, and you let out a moan.

Jay brought you to the brink before he pulled away, swallowing in air. “You taste so sweet,” he said. “So sweet.”

“All yours,” you said.

Jay lifted his head back up so that he was face to face with you. “Come taste how sweet you are, baby.” You kissed him, and he stuck his tongue into your mouth so you could better taste your arousal. Your tongues played hide and seek with each other- when Jay would retract his, you would suck it back into your mouth, and vice versa. 

You felt his cock bump the tip of your entrance, and he plunged himself into you once more. You wrapped your legs around him, driving him deeper inside of you. You loved it when his chest pressed against your, when every single part of you felt connected. Jay rocked his hips against yours slowly, lovingly, and you basked in the glow.

After a while, Jay rolled off of you. He planted a kiss on your forehead and held you close, wrapping both arms around you. “Did you want me to finish you off?” Jay shook his head and kissed your neck as he nuzzled into you from behind.

“Wasn’t the point,” he murmured. “Did you want to finish?”

“Wasn’t the point for me either,” you said softly. 

You fell asleep like that, tightly ensconced in Jay’s embrace.

–

You hadn’t exactly meant to start fucking your stepdad. It had started even before your mother had passed. Jay would come inside your room to talk, and you welcomed his company. He was funny, witty, and a good listener. Before you went to work in the mornings, if your mother wasn’t around, he would give you kisses on the cheek as a goodbye. Then the kisses turned into pecks on the lips, which turned into long, slow kisses that left your head spinning. 

The first time he fucked you was when your showerhead had started to act strange. You had wrapped a towel around yourself and called his name. As he pushed past you to examine the problem, your towel had come loose, exposing everything to him. Jay had taken you on the counter mere minutes later, leaving the shower running and shoving a pair of panties in your mouth to muffle the sound. 

For some reason, you had thought that your mother’s death would have killed any chemistry between the two of you. On the contrary; Jay had taken you into the funeral home’s bathroom and fucked you in there. You figured it was a coping mechanism, or something.

In hindsight, nothing about your dynamic had really changed after your mother’s passing. You still talked regularly, you still had frequent sex (frequent enough that Jay begged you to go on birth control), and you still loved to cook for him. 

–

You woke up a few hours later. Jay was already staring at you, a soft smile on his face. “Good morning, sleeping beauty,” he said jokingly.

“What time is it really?”

Jay glanced at the clock on his nightstand. “6:38.” 

“Ah, I’ll have to rewarm the pasta…” 

“It’s no rush,” Jay said, stroking your shoulder. “Not that hungry anymore.”

You smiled and kissed his nose playfully. “You’re full?”

“For now,” Jay said. “I might need more later.”

“Don’t you dare leave any more marks,” you said. “Sungyeon won’t leave me alone if you do.”

“Are you sure you’re worried about Sungyeon, or her scrawny brother?” 

You snorted. “Sunghoon? I’m not worried about him.”

“You told me you had a little crush on him,” Jay replied.

“It’s just a crush. It’s nothing. He probably wouldn’t even know what to do with a woman.” It was a partial lie. You had seen women who definitely weren’t Sungyeon’s friends slip into the Park household. Many of them were repeat visitors, so you figured that Sunghoon probably was good. But what Jay didn’t know wouldn’t kill him.

“Probably not,” Jay said with a sniff. “Kids like that only want one thing, and they’re not good at it.”

“Not like you,” you said.

Jay grinned and kissed your lips. “Exactly. I take care of you, don’t I?”

“So well, Jay.” You started to draw little patterns on his chest. “So, so well.”

Jay rolled you on top of him, hands traveling down to our lower back. “You need me to take care of you again?”

“Please.”

You didn’t get to eat dinner until 10 o’clock.

–

You had Saturday off, but Jay still had work to finish up at the office before he left for his business trip on Monday. You agreed to go grocery shopping together after work so you could have Sunday all to yourselves. Sungyeon was also free, so you decided to go around to her place. She lived a few houses away from your place; you had met her while you were on a jog. Neither of you were the most sociable people, so it was great to have a friend who was so calm and who lived so close. 

It helped that she had a cute older brother. He was only a few years older, and he had recently moved back home due to the poor economy. Their parents made good money, but he had wanted to be independent from his parents when he turned 18. You knew all this because Sungyeon told you, not because Sunghoon had ever spoken with you about anything even remotely personal. He treated you like a houseguest. You didn’t mind because you had Jay, but in the brief moments when you considered getting into a more traditional relationship, Sunghoon was always the first person to come to mind.

You walked over to Sungyeon’s house, a two-storied building not at all dissimilar to your own. You clambered up the steps and rang the doorbell. 

“Door’s open,” she called, so you let yourself in and locked the door behind you. “I’m in the kitchen!” 

You had come over to spend the morning and afternoon watching Marvel movies, and Sungyeon had promised to make snacks. Indeed, when you walked into the kitchen, you smelled something sweet yet burnt. Sungyeon was dropping a pan of partially burnt Rice Krispie squares onto the stovetop. 

“How’d you fuck up Rice Krispies?” you asked, grabbing a knife from their drawer. 

“Shut up,” Sungyeon whined. “I was trying to be domestic. For you. Because I care.”

“Should have cared about setting an oven timer,” you retorted, cutting a chunk out of the Rice Krispies. 

Sungyeon frowned. “Don’t eat that. It’s still hot.”

“Won’t even bother me,” you said. You used the knife to place the gooey treat onto a paper towel and raised it to your lips. One bite and your mouth was on fire. “Ow!”

“Dumbass,” Sungyeon grumbled. You fanned your mouth frantically and she meandered while she got you a glass of water, relishing in your despair. 

As you tearfully gulped down the water, Sunghoon walked into the kitchen. He was wearing a baggy gray T-shirt over black sweatpants, and he looked exhausted. He was a serial gamer, so chances were he stayed up playing League or Overwatch with his friends Heeseung or Jake. He looked at you, then Sungyeon. “What’s that smell?”

“I made Rice Krispie squares,” Sungyeon muttered. “But they’re bu-,”

Sunghoon was already cutting a piece out of the pan and shoving it into his mouth. He coughed. “Fuck, it’s hot.” He kept eating it despite the apparent pain, wandering back upstairs.

“Two freaks,” Sungyeon said, rubbing your back. 

Once you caught your breath, you said, “Maybe we should also get some cereal.”

Sungyeon breathed out a defeated sigh. “Probably the best idea.” You got the bowls and spoons, and she got the cereal and milk. Once you had prepared your bowls, you set out to the living room. Sungyeon accidentally knocked into you, spilling milk over your front. 

“What’s up with you today?” you said with a smile, putting your cereal down.

“Mercury retrograde,” she said. “You can go put your hoodie in the wash. I’ll bring it to you on Monday. Get something out of my closet if you want.”

“Gracias,” you said, heading up the stairs. Their laundry room was located conveniently on the second floor, so all you had to do was take a hoodie from Sungyeon’s room and change in the laundry room. When you took off your tank top, you examined it carefully to make sure that you didn’t get any milk on that as well. The last thing you needed was to smell warm milk as you watched your movie. As you looked down at your chest, you noticed that Sunghoon had left his hamper of dirty clothes here. You knew it was his because you had seen him wear every shirt in the pile at least fifty times since you had known him. 

“Wow,” you heard a voice say. You turned and saw Sunghoon, standing behind you with his arms crossed. “You hide them well.” His eyes, you realized, were trained directly on your chest, and a faint smile graced his lips. 

“I don’t hide them at all,” you said. “You just haven’t been looking.” No way were you going to pass up an opportunity to flirt with Sunghoon. Given your status as his sister’s friend and his casual sex habit, you doubted anything would come of it anyways. You were certain that Jay probably had wandering eyes, too.

“Maybe you’re right,” Sunghoon said. He stepped a little closer and tapped your neck. “Who gave you this?”

You tilted your head. “Why do you care?” 

Sunghoon rested his hand on your shoulder, his thumb pulling at the strap of your tank top. “I need to know who my competition is.” 

“Didn’t realize there was a competition.”

Sunghoon lifted his hand away, shoving it into his sweatpants pocket. “Then you haven’t been looking.”

You shrugged your hoodie on over your tank top. “I was looking for years, actually. You missed your opportunity.”

Sunghoon scrunched his nose, and you didn’t think he knew how cute he looked. “You didn’t act like you were interested.”

Leaning against the washing machine, you looked him up and down. “Then you don’t know shit about women.”

He leaned in, his smirk growing. “I know a lot about women. You gonna let me show you, or are you gonna dub me?” 

You paused, weighing your options. Finally, you walked past him, turning around at the last minute to say, “I’m going to go watch Marvel movies with your sister.”

“Can I join you?”

“Nice try.”

Sunghoon shrugged and started walking to his room. “You miss 100% of the shots you don’t try.” 

You shook your head and went down to remake your bowl of cereal. So now you knew that Sunghoon really was interested in you, after years of ignoring you. You wouldn’t let it phase you, though. You had Jay. Sungyeon didn’t even know that you weren’t a virgin, let alone that you were fucking your ex-stepdad. You didn’t know if you could ever tell anyone about your arrangement. 

–

When Jay picked you up from Sungyeon’s place, you didn’t dare mention what happened with Sunghoon to you. Normally, you mentioned anything that happened with a man, and Jay would lament about the many women at the office who wanted him. But you couldn’t talk about Sunghoon, not when he had made your heart race like that. 

“I was thinking,” Jay began, driving with one hand, the other resting on your thigh, “we could go to this new store. They have these novelty fruits, like blue carrots. Does that sound good to you?”

“Sounds great, Jay,” you said, a little absent-mindedly. 

Jay caught the hint of distance in your tone. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

You sighed, hating how it felt to lie to Jay. “It’s silly but…I really will miss you when you go away. This time it’s different, you know?” 

Jay squeezed your thigh. “I know what you mean. I’ll be back before you know it, hm? I’ll bring you back some souvenirs, too.” 

You leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek, which made him briefly smile at you before returning his attention to the road. “Okay, Jay.”

“Hey,” Jay said. “I have an idea. Let’s go to a restaurant. Right now. Let me take you someplace.”

Looking down at your outfit - shorts and Sungyeon’s hoodie - you frowned. “I can’t go out like this.”

“Please. You look beautiful no matter what you wear,” he said, squeezing your thigh again. “We don’t have to go anywhere fancy, just a place with good food. Someplace we haven’t tried.”

That was how you ended up at a sweet, 50’s inspired diner. You and Jay sat on opposite sides of the booth and pored over the menu together. When the waiter came over, he jabbed his pen at you and Jay. “So, what can I get you and your…”

“Stepdaughter,” Jay said with a terse smile. When you two went out, it was almost inevitable that someone would ask about your relationship. You had developed an unofficial way of answering the question: when you wanted to return to a place, you would say that Jay was your stepdad. When you wanted to try a place out just once, he would call you his girlfriend. It always made your heart flutter when he addressed you as his girlfriend, even though it seemed far too juvenile a term for your relationship.

The waiter smiled and took your orders. As you ate, you couldn’t help the thoughts of Sunghoon from returning. Sunghoon slouching around in his rumpled, baggy clothes, so different from the suits and starched button-ups Jay liked to wear. So boyish and immature in contrast to Jay’s maturity and poise. So bold. 

Your food came, and you picked at it. You hated that you were even considering it, what life could be like if you were dating someone your own age, someone who wasn’t so hopelessly entangled in your past. Someone your mom hadn’t fucked.

Jay called your name softly. “Come sit next to me,” he said, scooting over and dragging his food over to the side. You pushed your plate over and trudged to his side of the table. Jay wrapped his arm around you and wiped a crumb from your cheek. 

“Are you sure it’s just the trip?” he asked quietly. 

You hesitated, then decided to tell a half-truth. “I wish we could be normal sometimes,” you admitted. 

Jay took in a sharp intake of breath, looking down at his lap. Then he gave you a small smile. “Me too,” he said quietly. “Sometimes I wish I was 15 years younger, or you were 15 years older. But what we have is something special, something really magical. I wouldn’t give that up for anything, would you?”

“No,” you said. “I wouldn’t.” Not even Sunghoon. 

Jay ran his thumb on your lips. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I really am. Being with an old man like me can’t be easy…”

“You’re not old at all,” you protested. “Not to me, not at all.”

Jay laughed quietly and leaned in to give you a gentle kiss. His mouth tasted like the milkshake he had been drinking, and you ran your tongue along his lips to lap up all of the flavour. His fingers gently caressed your neck in a soothing motion as you continued to kiss. It felt so right, so sweet.

Someone cleared their throat. “Excuse me,” the waiter said timidly. “Just wanted to know if you guys were doing all right over here?” HIs eyes were confused, darting between you and Jay rapidly.

Jay pulled away from you and nodded. “Yeah, great, thanks.” The waiter sped away, nearly tripping over his shoes. Jay frowned. “What’s up with him?”

“You told him you were my stepdad this time,” you said.

Jay smacked his forehead. “Damn, that’s right. Shame. The food here is really good.”

In spite of yourself, you laughed.

–

On Monday morning, you watched as Jay drove away. You had given him the best send-off you could think of: marathon sex from Saturday night to Sunday night, and a final, romantic round on the kitchen counter before he left. You sighed and headed indoors to get changed for work. 

Just as you were putting your pants on, you heard a knock on the door. You zipped up your pants and buttoned up your shirt as you walked to the door. You glanced at the monitor, and you saw Sunghoon shuffling outside the door, holding something. 

You opened the door and Sunghoon waved. “I have your hoodie,” Sunghoon said. “Sungyeon’s busy tonight, but she wanted to get it to you as soon as possible.”

“Did she,” you said, accepting the hoodie, “or did you want an excuse to come here?”

Sunghoon laughed. “You caught me. Can you blame me?”

“Very easily,” you said. “I have to go to work in ten minutes, so you’d better make this quick.”

“That’s enough time,” Sunghoon said. “Just wanted to talk. Can I come in?”

You shrugged and gestured for him to come inside. Sunghoon sniffed the air as he moved further inside your house. He had been over a few times just to drop Sungyeon off or steal a snack before heading back to his place. Sungyeon liked coming over because she thought your stepdad was hot. It was so hard to pretend like you didn’t agree with her. “Did you…”

“Did…I what?” 

Sunghoon lingered by your kitchen’s counter. “It smells like sex in here. Most people aren’t linking at 8 in the morning. So…you have a man?”

“Something like that,” you mumbled, embarrassed at having been caught. You had never really noticed the smell, but now that you were aware of it your face burnt. “He…slept over.”

“Nothing serious?” Sunghoon unzipped his hoodie slightly, feigning being overheated. 

“We’re not…exclusive,” you said slowly. “But we’ve never talked about finding other people, if that makes any sense? It’s weird. I don’t know.”

“A situationship,” Sunghoon said, snapping his fingers. 

“I guess.”

“Anyone I know?”

You winced. “Don’t know.”

“How cryptic. Anyways, I’m not looking for anything serious,” Sunghoon said. “Don’t get me wrong. Just...well, I’ll be blunt. You’re hot.” 

You had been by the kitchen table, packing your purse up as you talked, but now your hand froze. Sunghoon continued talking. “I came to you last night,” he said, voice growing lower. “You wanna know what I thought about?”

You glanced at your phone’s screen to check the time. “What, Sunghoon?”

“I thought about how good your tits would look covered in my cum,” he said, “or how’d they look soapy from the shower. I imagined fucking you in the shower, pressing your tits against the glass while I fuck you from behind.”

Your eyes widened. The words were going straight to your pussy, and you hated your body for betraying you. “Sunghoon…”

“It’s so hard acting like I don’t want you,” Sunghoon continued. “Sungyeon doesn’t want me fucking one of her friends, so I’ve had to just pretend like you aren’t one of the sexiest women I’ve seen. I’m so sick of it. I know you want me too.”

“Sunghoon, I have to go.”

Sunghoon sighed and started to walk off. “Fine,” he mumbled.

“But,”  you said carefully. He turned around, a hopeful look on his face. You counted the days in your head. You were busy at work today, Tuesday, and Wednesday, but… “Come over on Thursday at eleven.” Jay would be coming home on Friday, so there was no way he would catch you two.

Sunghoon grinned, revealing his darling little fangs. “Seriously?”

“‘Seriously’,” you mocked. “‘Oh, boy, I’m getting pussy!’”

“I’m not even listening to you,” Sunghoon said. “I’m already thinking about all the things I’m going to do to you. If you don’t mind being late for work, I could show you.”

“Tempting offer, but I really do have to go,” you said. 

“So hardworking,” Sunghoon said sarcastically. “All right, I’ll see you on Thursday.”

That night, you were pent up, so you decided to play with yourself. When Jay wasn’t around, normally you would focus your thoughts on him, on some fantasy, something you wanted to try with him. But your thoughts kept shifting towards Sunghoon, his slight build, his charming smile, his frustrating indifference, how his hands would feel all over your body. You thought about what he said, about him pressing you against the shower, cold glass pressing against your tits.

When you came, you whimpered his name. 

–

You ended up heading to Sungyeon’s on Wednesday after all. Your extra shift had gotten picked up at the last minute, so you decided to spend the evening with her. Generally, when Jay went on trips, you would stay by her. You hated to be alone in your big, empty house. 

Sunghoon was nowhere to be seen, thankfully. The things you had said to him yesterday didn’t feel real or concrete. Just a fantasy the two of you had came up with, talking out loud. You snuggled closer to Sungyeon as you two sat on the couch, watching a Spiderman movie. Sungyeon had pulled a large blanket over the two of you. 

“What are you guys watching?” Sunghoon asked. You looked up and squinted at him. He was wearing plain clothes as usual, his hair tousled. 

“Look at the screen, dumbass,” Sungyeon snapped. 

“That’s just Jake Gyllenhaal,” he sniffed. Sunghoon sat down beside you casually. You glanced at Sungyeon, but she was staring at the screen, eating her second, newly improved batch of Rice Krispie treats. You tried to focus on the screen, but Sunghoon’s body was radiating so much heat. 

“You’re hogging the blanket,” Sunghoon whispered to you. “I’m freezing.” 

“Don’t try anything,” you said in a low, conspiratorial voice. “I already promised you that we’d hang on Thursday.”

“I’m innocent,” Sunghoon said. “Now blanket.”

You reluctantly covered him with the blanket, and after that he was still. Until, of course, he rested his hand on your thigh. Just that touch alone felt delicious. Too delicious. You wondered if Jay was doing something similar on his trip, letting other women touch him. The thought made your stomach churn.

As if by magic, your phone started to vibrate. 

“Who’s that?” Sungyeon asked.

“My stepdad,” you said. Jay liked to call you to check up on you. You answered the call there, ignoring the burning sensation of Sunghoon’s hand slowly rubbing your thigh, moving higher and higher. “Hello?”

“Hi, sweetheart,” he said, his voice sleepy and husky. Sexy. “How are you?”

“Good,” you said. “How are you?”

“I could be better. I’m missing you,” Jay said. “What are you wearing right now?”

Your face burned, and you prayed that Sunghoon or Sungyeon didn’t hear it. “I’m at Sungyeon’s,” you said neutrally. “We’re watching Spiderman.”

“I don’t care,” he said. “Go to the bathroom or someplace private.” 

You swallowed and stood up. “I have to take this,” you said to Sungyeon. “It’s important.”

Sungyeon nodded and popped another bite of Rice Krispies into her mouth. You didn’t get a look at Sunghoon before you hurried away to the guest bathroom upstairs. Locking the door, you learned against the door. “Oh, my God. You can’t just do that. They almost heard.”

“I’m sorry,” he said in that same low tone. It made your stomach roil in pleasure. “Just had to hear your voice. Now tell me what you’re wearing.”

“Just a hoodie and shorts,” you said. 

“And underneath your hoodie?”

“My tank top and…my bra.”

“Which bra? One I got you?”

“Yeah, the pink set you got me for my last birthday,” you said, reminiscing on that particular memory. He had practically fainted the first time he had seen you in it. “I’m wearing the matching panties too.”

Jay’s breath hitched, and you heard a squelching sound. “Fuck. Would you mind sending me a picture? Please?” 

He had never asked you for nudes before, so he really must have been hard up. “Of course,” you said, resting the phone down momentarily as you flicked the light on. “I’m taking my hoodie off right now,” you whispered into the phone. “Now, I’m taking my shorts off…my tank top…you really wanna see?”

“Yes, please,” Jay said pleadingly. 

Once you had fully stripped down, you flashed a quick picture of yourself on your knees, phone held high. He always liked you when you were in your most natural state, so you figured he would want a casual picture. You sent it to him, anticipating his reaction as you put the phone to your ear again.

“Jesus fuck,” was his quiet response. “So perfect. No one else gets to see you like that, right?”

“Of course not,” you said quickly. “Just you, always just you.”

“Wish I could tear that off of you right now,” Jay said. “I’d rip that thong off with my teeth, eat your needy little pussy for an hour straight.”

“I wish you would,” you said, longing creeping into your voice. “I wish you were here. I haven’t touched myself once since you left.”

“You haven’t?”

Of course you had. “No,” you whispered. “My fingers aren’t as good as yours are…or your dick.”

“Good fucking girl,” Jay said, his voice beginning to crack. “Good. I’ll make you cum over and over again when I get back. I’ll make you cum on my tongue, on my fingers, on my cock, until you can’t think. You’d like that, right?”

“I would,” you said. Your head was starting to grow cloudy, and you dipped your fingers into your panties to deal with the growing need there. Your clit was hot and you were already dripping with arousal. 

“Are you touching yourself right now?”

“I am.”

“So, so good,” Jay said. “Can’t wait to reward you when I get home, give you everything a good girl deserves. Gonna fuck you in every room in the house, until you’re begging for me to stop.”

“I’d never want you to stop,” you said, circling your fingers on your clit and fighting back your moans. You could be loud, and the Park siblings were both downstairs. 

“Of course you wouldn’t,” he said, and it sounded like he was straining just as much as you were. “Your body will be exhausted but you love my cock so much that you’d just let me keep fucking you. I won’t be able to stop myself. Just a few days without your needy little pussy and I’m already experiencing withdrawal. I won’t even make it past the door, I’ll push you down into the hallway and fuck you on the floor.”

You bit down on your lip hard, speeding up your movements. You were going to cum in record time, but you didn’t care. 

Jay kept going. “Going to mount you’re a bitch, fuck you from behind. It’s been so long since we did doggy, I can’t stop thinking about it. I love seeing your pretty face, but I love watching the way your ass jiggles when I grab your hips and just pound away.” 

“Close already,” you said quietly. 

“Me too.”

“Want you to fuck me like a bitch,” you said. “Want you to use me, Jay. Want you to treat me like your plaything.”

“Fuck,” Jay said. “Fuck, I’m going to. Just wait for me…  Ah, fuck, cum now, sweetheart. Fucking cum!” 

Your orgasm hit you so deeply that you had to clench your eyes shut and grit your teeth together. Your phone tumbled out of your grasp, and you could hear Jay grunting and panting your name. You hastily picked it up, checking for cracks. 

“Did you drop your phone?”

“Yeah,” you said with a slight giggle. “God, that was good.”

Jay sighed. “Sorry to bother you,” he said contritely. The shift in tone made you giggle again. 

“That’s all right,” you said. “I missed your voice.”

“I called you yesterday, silly.”

“Miss you all the time.”

Jay laughed as well, the sound filling you with warmth. “I missed you too.” 

You didn’t say I love you to each other, never did, so instead you said, “Take care.”

“You too. Enjoy your movies.”

You hung up on him and stared down at yourself. Panties dressed with your own juices, clothes off, body coated in your own sweat. You were in shambles. You bustled about the bathroom, cleaning up quietly. Once you looked presentable, you opened the door. 

Sunghoon nearly tumbled into the bathroom, but he righted himself quickly. “Stepdad my ass,” he barked. “‘I-I-I’m cumming! Uwah!’”

“Keep your voice down! And I don’t sound like that,” you snapped. “Why were you listening in on me?”

“You left in such a rush, I came up here to make sure that you were okay,” Sunghoon replied. “I guess you were really okay. Your legs are shaking and everything.”

You looked down at your legs, which were indeed quivering. “It’s none of your business,” you said.

“It is,” Sunghoon said, blocking your path. “You said it wasn’t serious, but here you are having phone sex with him.”

“It’s not serious.”

Sunghoon laughed sarcastically. “So unserious that you say that you miss him when he’s gone, right?” 

“Oh, so you don’t tell your boys that you miss them?”

Sunghoon looked offended. “No.”

“Then you are an unfeeling man. Now move. I’m missing the movie.”

“I’ll spoil it for you. Spiderman fucking dies.”

“No, he doesn’t.” You sighed and pocketed your phone.  “Look, we’re still on for Thursday, right?”

Sunghoon screwed his lips up to the side. “Yeah, we are.”

“So don’t worry about who else I’m fucking,” you said. “And I won’t worry about who you’re fucking. Okay?”

“Fine,” he said, moving aside, “but you’re a real shameless little slut, you know that?”

“Oh, don’t call me that,” you said, heading downstairs. “It’ll turn me on.”

“That’s why I called you that,” Sunghoon said, smacking your ass as you walked. 

Thankfully, Sunghoon left you and Sungyeon alone, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were doing something horribly wrong.

–

Thursday evening rolled around, and you were at your wit’s end. You didn’t know what other guys liked, not really. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t had experience with other guys, but the bulk of your early adult life had been with Jay. Someone you had lived with, who had seen you at your rock bottom, who didn’t care if you wore pearls and diamonds or greasy sweatpants. You had no clue how to impress someone.

You went to the bathroom and followed a makeup guide on Youtube, pursing your lips. It was a pretty cute look. When Jay got back, you’d do it again when you went on a date and he could introduce you two as your girlfriend.

Dolled up in your best lingerie set - a silky robe over a lacy, barely-there bra with a matching pair of delicate panties and thigh highs - you lounged on your bed. You rarely ever used it for sleeping or even sex, because Jay’s room was bigger, so there was a certain novelty in lying around in it at night. 

The doorbell rang. You glanced at the clock on your phone: only 10:45? Sunghoon was early. He must have wanted you worse than you thought. The thought made you smile.

You pranced down the stairs, flicked the foyer light on, and opened the door. Instead of Sunghoon’s lithe frame, Jay stood in front of you, holding a bouquet of gorgeous red roses. His eyes bugged out of his head as he took you in. “Sweetheart,” he said slowly, “you look phenomenal. Hah, did you know I was coming home early? I wanted to surprise you.”

You took the bouquet of roses from him, desperately trying to fight the growing anxiety within you. You had never gotten Sunghoon’s number, so there was no way to contact him. You could ask Sungyeon, but it was so late that she’d question why you wanted it. “I didn’t know,” you murmured. “I was trying out the look I was going to do tomorrow.” 

“I took a red eye here,” Jay said. You placed the bouquet on a nearby coffee table. Jay’s eyes lingered on your chest on their slow journey up and down your body. “God, you’re a work of art.” Jay took his suit jacket off and tossed it to the side. 

“You know, Jay,” you began slowly. “I’m actually feeling a bit, uh, tired.” 

“Really?” Jay loosened his tie. “You don’t look tired to me.”

“Well, I am, and…” 

His lips pressed onto yours and you felt your defenses crumbling. Damn him. “When I said I’d fuck you in the doorway,” Jay said, “I meant it.” With that, Jay used his body weight to force you onto the floor as nicely as he could. Even through his dress pants, you could feel his hard length, and despite your growing horror, it made you feel wet. Maybe, Sunghoon would get cold feet. Maybe he was lying about wanting to fuck you. You comforted yourself with this thought.

Soon, Jay was bucking his hips into your warm, desperate pussy. Your panties had been pushed to the side, your bra was askew, and your thigh highs had been ripped. Your arms held yourself upright as he took you from behind, just the way he said. Worst of all, Jay had left the door swinging open. You were facing outside, and the foyer light was still on. Anyone could see you as he fucked you.

“Missed you,” he groaned. “Missed this pussy. I can tell it missed me, too.” His hands were wrapped loosely around your neck, applying comfortable pressure. 

You couldn’t even tell him that you missed him in good faith. You let out a pathetic little moan, your eyes trained on the darkness. To your terror, you saw a dark figure shifting, a phone light illuminating its way. It was coming towards your house. 

You didn’t know if Jay saw him, because he didn’t stop. His dick reached inside of you so nicely, but the fear clogged your throat. 

The figure stepped into the light, revealing Sunghoon. His mouth was agape, and he stared at you, then at Jay, then back at you, then at your tits. It was humiliating beyond words. 

“What the fuck?” Sunghoon asked. “The guy who’s been cucking me is Mr. Park? Your fucking stepdad?”

Jay, mysteriously, didn’t stop fucking you. He merely slowed down, and his grip on your throat moved to your midsection. “And you’re the skinny punk who has a crush on her, right?”

“She has a crush on me,” Sunghoon retorted. “She invited me here to fuck.”

Jay finally stopped, pulling out of you. You groaned, unable to face him. “Is that true?”

You nodded. “Yeah,” you said weakly. “Sorry, Jay. I’m really sorry.”

“We’ll talk about that later,” Jay said. “Are you going to tell anyone?”

“Me?” Sunghoon pointed at himself in this overly ostentatious way that pissed you off. “Am I going to tell anyone that you’re fucking your dead wife’s daughter? Maybe. Why shouldn’t I?”

Jay swallowed audibly. “I’ll let you get what you wanted.”

“Jay!” At your outburst, Jay lightly pinched your side.

“You wanted it,” he said, his voice an irate growl. “You wanted to be a slut and fuck another man, so now you’re getting exactly what you wanted.”

Sunghoon still looked aghast, but from your angle you could see a bulge forming under his sweatpants. “You’ll really let me have her?”

“I will,” Jay said. “You just can’t cum inside her.”

Sunghoon’s Adam’s apple bobbed in anticipation. “Can I use her mouth?” 

“Sure you can,” Jay said. “I don’t use it often, so maybe she’ll be a little rusty.”

You hated that they were talking about you like you weren’t around, but you’d be lying if you said that it wasn’t a little thrilling. You watched as Sunghoon shut the door behind him and tugged his sweatpants down. 

“How long have you two been fucking?” he asked, lowering his boxers. He wasn’t as girthy as Jay, but he seemed like he was the same length, if not a little longer. 

“Don’t ask questions,” Jay said, and you could feel his cockhead bullying its way into your pussy. 

“Fine,” Sunghoom mumbled. Your arms were still braced for doggy, so all Sunghoon had to do was thrust his cock into your mouth, guiding it in with his hand. He groaned as soon as the wetness of your mouth wrapped around his dick. 

“She’s good, right?” Jay was now returning to his original pace, slamming into you steadily. He felt so good, intruding inside of your walls. “She’s always…known how to use that big mouth of hers…”

“I see why you started fucking her,” Sunghoon said, fucking your mouth slowly. He could hardly talk, his voice airy already. “She feels good.” It had been so long since you had had a cock in your mouth, and you liked the feeling of having both of your holes filled. You briefly pulled away from his cock to spit on the tile. After wrapping your lips around your teeth, Sunghoon pushed his cock back into your mouth impatiently. 

“She’s an angel to me,” Jay said with a wry chuckle, and it made you happy that he wasn’t so mad at you that he couldn’t say anything nice. A hand groped at your breasts, Sunghoon’s pale hands fondling your body. 

“I’m jealous,” Sunghoon said. “Wanted to fuck her for years.”

“You can be a little rougher with her,” Jay said, and as he spoke you could feel his pace increasing. He put his hands around your waist and started dragging you on his cock harshly. “Like this.”

Sunghoon took Jay’s advice and grasped both of your cheeks, taking control of your head. He shunted into your mouth like it was a pussy, and what was a mildly uncomfortable experience became his cock choking you. Your mouth filled with spit, and it ran down your neck. You gagged against Sunghoon, not only because of the face-fucking but because of the cock fucking you from the other side. 

“Can I fuck her…once you’re done with her?” Sunghoon asked, breathing clearly laboured. 

“Sure, buddy,” Jay said. Buddy? 

Sunghoon grunted and ravaged your mouth with his cock, the taste overpowering your senses. Your pussy was being worn out by Jay’s dick, and the stimulation was driving you insane. 

“Gonna cum inside you,” Jay said. “You aren’t even close to cumming, are you?”

Instead of answering, you moaned against Sunghoon’s cock again. Your arms were growing weak from holding yourself up while the two men used you. 

Jay’s cock throbbed inside of you, signaling his imminent release. With a final grunt, he came inside of you, filling your pussy with his cum. “Fuck,” Jay said, and you could hear him rising to his feet. “That was good. Your turn, Seungmin.”

“Sunghoon.”

“Right.”

Sunghoon finally let go of your head and pulled his cock out of your mouth. You gasped for air, and saliva dripped onto the floor. Your arms shook from the exertion. 

“Hold her arms,” Jay said, pointing at you. “She’s not gonna be able to hold herself up.”

“What, you think I’ve never fucked before?” Sunghoon snapped, taking the opportunity to run his hands over your body. Unlike Jay’s touch, which always brought a sense of familiarity, Sunghoon was explorative, greedy. 

“I don’t know what you’ve done,” Jay said, “but you’re just a little boy to me. I want to make sure you’re fucking my girl right.” 

“What, are you going to coach me?” Sunghoon held your wrists behind you in one large hand, his other hand working his cock a few times. 

“I’m starting to think I’ll have to,” Jay replied.

“Don’t you dare,” Sunghoon said. His cock probed the inside of your walls, and you gasped. It was all just skin and nerve endings, but you could feel the difference immediately. Sunghoon pulled you back so that you were flush against his chest, using his hips to fuck into you cautiously. 

“Turn her around,” Jay said. “I want to see her.”

“Cuck,” Sunghoon muttered, but he obliged, shifting you so that Jay saw you. Jay was leaning against the wall adjacent to the door. He had tugged his boxers back on and his hair was completely matted with sweat. His eyes were cold, colder than you had ever seen them, and your lips trembled.

“You can enjoy it,” Jay said quietly. “I’ve always known you were a bit of a whore.”

“I’m not,” you protested. “I’m not a whore…” Sunghoon plunged his cock into you, brushing against your G-spot, and you let out a cry.

Jay’s gaze remained cold, almost analytical. “If she moans like a whore, fucks like a whore…”

The worst part was you were enjoying it. You liked the way that Sunghoon fucked you. He fucked like a rabbit, energetic and youthful. He grunted and groaned like he was merely trying to chase his own pleasure. Up until today, Jay had always tried to ensure that you enjoyed sex, but they were both treating you like a sexy toy.

You matched Sunghoon’s movements, grinding down onto him when he thrusted into you. They had called you a whore, and you weren’t going to turn down that label. You moaned over and over again.

“Is she always so loud?” Sunghoon asked. 

“Normally, she is,” Jay said, and a ghost of affection appeared on his face again.

Sunghoon bucked his hips into you a few more times, but you could feel his cock twitching already. “Shit, where can I cum?”

“You’re cumming already?” Jay asked with a slight chuckle. 

Sunghoon didn’t respond, instead yanking his cock out of you with another groan. He pushed you so that you were on your knees once more, stood up, and rained his cum onto your lower back. Then he let go of you and crouched back into the floor, breathing in slowly. Once he caught his breath, he looked at Jay. “Your stepdaughter blueballed me for days,” Sunghoon hissed. “I’m surprised I didn’t cum in her immediately.

You were so overwhelmed that you couldn’t be assed to listen to Sunghoon complain anymore. Instead, you slumped onto the floor completely, cheek resting on the tile once more. 

“Poor thing is all tired out,” you heard Jay say sympathetically. After that, you entered a haze of half-wakeness and half-slumber. You didn’t know how much time had passed when you felt someone’s cockhead touching your pussy.

What fascinated you was that you didn’t know whose it was.

[bippiti]

𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬

↳ req yes

↳ pairing jake x gn! reader

↳ wc 535

↳ cw smut, use of nicknames (love), possessive jake, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), picking up reader, mentions of bruising,

↳ an its literally 3am but i had a random burst of motivation so here yall go😭🙏 (unproofread and intended lowercase)

#navi

- you and jake had found a cafe recently, so today you had decided to visit to study

- after staring at the menu for a bit, you ordered your drinks

- "order number 15!"

- you walked up to the counter, and got your drinks

- the barista took a deep breath, as if to gather confidence before he said

- "you can do better you know"

- "excuse me?" - "than him, you can do better"

- "and who exactly do you have in mind? yourself?"

- "well, yes actually"

-"as if"

- you turned around and brought your drinks back to jake, who looked up to you and smiled as your gave him his drink

- "thanks love"

- "it's no problem" you said and smiled

- then you both got to work

- not even 20 minutes in, you feel like someone was staring at you

- when you looked up you made eye contact with the barista, and rolled your eyes

- jake saw this so he asked you what was up

- as you explained, he get annoyed

- shortly after you both left, hand in hand

♬♩♪♩♪♩♬

- once you got back jake pushed you up against the wall

- you could feel his breath fanning your neck, his cologne wafter heavily through the air

- "do you know how hard it was not to go up and punch him? you're mine"

- "i am, i'm yours and you're mine, okay?"

- he glanced down to your lips, and then back up to your eyes

- "can i?"

- you nodded

- his arms wrapped around your waist, and he pulled you in for a kiss

- he moved back, and for a few seconds the only sounds heard were both of your pants

- then he was kissing you again, one of his arms hooked under your legs

- "jump"

- as you did he began to walk towards your room

♬♩♪♩♪♩♬

-your screams are muffled into the pillow under you, each thrust sending your face deeper and deeper into the mattress

- jakes hands are digging into your hips, and you can feel the bruises forming

- he halts, his hands running down your spine before he flips you over

- now he can see you in all your glory

- swollen lips, messy hair, and not a thought in your head

- he loved it

- he pushed in again, giving you time to adjust before he picked up his pace

- your eyes roll to the back of your head, the feeling of his dick inside you was making you lose it

- his thrusts started to get sloppy, and strings of moans were leaving his mouth

- he was about to cum

- and so were you

- he dripped his head into the crook of your neck and bit your sweet spot

- and that was all it took for you to have your back arching off the bed, eyes clamping shut

- he followed suit soon after, pulling out to cum on your stomach

- you close your eyes, about to drift off when you hear him say

- “you didn’t think i was done yet did you?”

© chandinii 2021, don’t copy, reupload, or modify my writing in any way without my consent.

[spicyspencerreid]

A Little Funny

Fem!Reader; BAU!Reader// A whole 1,688 words :)

Warnings// Swearing!! Very very unproofread and I wrote it in one sitting. Okay this gets pretty steamy, it’s like almost smut, I got pretty carried away. FLUFF.

Key// Y/n- your name Y/n/n- your nickname Y/l/n- your last name. 

From Anon// can you write something where Spencer and the reader are in a secret relationship and Hotch walks in on them at work. could you also add that the reader is super bubbly and laughs a lot. thank you! p.s. i love your writing. 

To Anon// Ty & I love this idea :)))) I tried to include all of it, hope you like it!

Summary// It’s short and sweet, pretty much the request down to a T :)

He had to know what he was doing. He had to. Him and Derek were having a casual conversation, but there was absolutely nothing casual about the way his tongue traced over his lower lip. You were staring, but to be honest, you couldn’t help it. The way his tongue moved when he spoke. The focused look on his face was making you melt. You repeatedly crossed and uncrossed your legs, trying to stay sane as you watch the way he moved. 

“Y/n,” Emily snapped her fingers at your face with a smile as she returned to your seat, “You’re practically drooling,” you ignored her teasing, more focused on the fact that she’d gotten in the way of your view. She was the only member of the team who knew about you and Spencer’s secret relationship. You liked to think Emily knowing about you two was a good thing. You were always giggling and smiling, even with this job you’d managed to keep up your happy spirit. So there were times when Spencer would call you his light in the darkness, or his sunshine, and you were happy you two could be happy around her. 

She almost lost her shit when you told her, well told is an exaggeration. You were having a girls night and she saw one of Spencer’s favorite socks on the carpet next to your bag. You’d begged her not to say a single word to anyone else, claiming you and Spencer were waiting for the right moment to tell the team, and while she’d been great about that, the teasing was relentless.

“Oh stop,” you sneered, “...and can you move just a little bit to the left.”

“Pathetic, Y/n, pathetic,” you smiled at her and she did as you asked, positioning herself so that she wasn’t obstructing your view of Spencer. You returned to staring, slowly dragging the pen in your hand on your lower lip, before lightly chewing it, you needed something to occupy your mouth more than anything. And then the hand motioning started, he was trying to explain something to Derek. You watched his hands, your mind wandering to other places, other places you definitely shouldn’t have been thinking about during work. Derek went back to his seat, and Spencer looked over you. You took a second to register the fact he was looking at you, still dragging your pen along your teeth. Spencer raised his eyebrows at you and you snapped out of it, immediately blushing and looking down at your paperwork. Emily asked you a question and you snapped back into work mode. The both of you started to look at a document when you felt Spencer’s presence approach your desk. 

“Ahem, Agent Y/l/n,” Spencer cleared his throat. 

“What could I do for you Dr. Reid?” You bit down on your pen, trying to stop yourself from giggling at the formality as you stared down at the paper, teasing him by refusing to make eye contact.  

“I need to find some old case files and was wondering if you could help me out?” He bit his lip, clearly also trying to hold back a smile as well. You looked up to meet his eyes, instantly melting even more. 

“I guess I could be of service,” you looked over at Emily, who was fake gagging across the desk from you. You glared at her before following Spencer down the hall into the file room. He shut the door behind you and you grabbed one of his hands. 

“So, which boxes should I start looking through first?” You smiled as you  loosely played with the fingers that had been on your mind. 

“You have no idea what you do to me, Y/n/n,” he smiled as he pulled you into him, connecting his lips with yours. His hands immediately went to your waist, yours making their way up to his neck. You played with the little hairs on the back of his neck, slowly threading your fingers through his chocolate brown locks. He lightly bit your lower lip in response. You let out a breathy laugh and playfully tugged on his hair, a groan escaping from his lips as you did so. 

“Mmn S-spence?” You pulled away, earning a frown from him at the loss of contact. 

“Mhm,” he moved your hair out of the way of your neck, and used the opportunity to pepper kisses on it. He quickly found the spot right under your ear, and sucked lightly. You let out a small moan, cursing under your breath. You could feel him smirk against your skin. You winced at his cold hands as they stroked your lower back under your shirt, leaving goosebumps along the way. He knew all of your weaknesses, and he knew them well. 

“Anybody could walk in,” it came out breathy as you struggled to form coherent sentences. A little voice in the back of your head was screaming at you to think with your very capable brain instead of your...but how could you listen with Spencer’s lips on your neck and his hands making their way under your shirt.

“Guess you better be quiet then,” he whispered in your ear, ending his assault on his neck and pulling you back into his lips from under your shirt, kissing you deeply. His tongue lightly swiped against your lips, his way of asking you for entrance. You quickly obliged, and your tongues danced together in motion. His hands roamed all over your body, stroking your back from under your shirt and lightly gripping you through your bra. He moved his hands, reaching under your skirt, his fingers lightly tracing over where you needed him most. He groaned when he felt how wet you were, knowing it was all because of him, assuming you’d been this wet since before you entered the file room, and his assumption was correct. You started to loosen his tie and his fingers lightly traced over the outline of your underwear. He pulled away from your lips, awaiting your okay. You nodded and he reached up to your skirt buckle, desperate to get it off, but instantly pushed back when he heard the doorknob turning. Your heart stopped for a second before you went into profiler mode. You had quick reflexes, it was part of the job, but you weren’t sure if you could fake out anyone else on your team. You turned to face one of the file cabinets, opening it and pretending to look for something, and Spencer did the same, trying to cover the bulge in his pants. 

“Reid I need-” his eyes didn’t even widen, he just stared.

“Oh, hey Hotch,” you desperately tried to sound confident, but your voice cracked just a little bit because you never had a moment to catch your breath. You only turned your head towards him in an effort to hide your body before staring back at the files you knew nothing about.

He looked at you, then back at Spencer, then back at you. You did your best to avoid eye contact, but Hotch maintained it with Reid. Then, a smile broke out on his face. You looked up to see his smile and a huge hearty laugh. You and Spencer looked at each other before looking out at him, completely mindfucked with what was happening. He turned around and walked out, still laughing. 

“What just-” you could barely form words. 

“I have absolutely no idea,” Spencer closed the cabinet in front of him. 

“Okay, now we should definitely go,” you turned back to face Spencer, smiling at his flushed face.

“You go first, I’m gonna need,” he cleared his throat, “a couple seconds,” you looked down at his pants, then nodded, covering your face with your hand in an effort to stifle your laughter, “it’s not funny,” he said with a shit-eating grin, completely contradicting himself.

“Oh it’s very funny....” you giggled. 

“Okay it’s a little funny,” he laughed with you as you adjusted your skirt, trying to look presentable, “You look fine, now go, you being here isn’t exactly helping my...problem,” you giggled even louder at him and leaned in to peck his lips. You gave him a teasing wave as you shut the door behind you. You went back to sit at your desk and Emily raised her eyebrows at you. 

“Hotch walked in,” you whispered as you bit back a laugh.

“No!” She gasped. Right on queue Spencer walked back into the bullpen. You went back to work for a couple seconds, looking up at Spencer every so often and laughing to yourself.

“Y/l/n, Reid, can I see you two in my office,” your eyes snapped up to meet Spencer’s as you stood up. You heard a laugh come from Emily and made a mental note to get back at her later. You and Spencer walked up together, entering Hotch’s office.

“Reid did you ever grab those files I asked for?” He didn’t look up from his desk, still scribbling on some papers. 

“I-I um didn’t get a chance to get those,” it took everything in you to hold in a laugh as Spencer stuttered over his words. 

“Well, if you could grab those in a minute, that would be great,” he looked up to both of you, “and if you could also keep your personal relationship at home that would also be great.” Heat rose to your cheeks.

“Yes Sir,” you nodded.

“That will be all,” he spoke, and you and Spencer made your way to the door, “if one of you could tell Rossi he owes me $20 that would also be great,” you looked back at Hotch, he was smiling as he wrote on his papers. You and Spencer walked out as fast as you could. 

“You should’ve told me there were actual files,” you playfully poked his side, “I thought you were just trying to get me alone.”

“I don’t need to make up a story to get you in bed, Y/n/n,” he shot back, nudging you with his shoulder. 

“Hm okay, we’ll see about that Dr. Reid,” you smiled as you made your way back to your desk.