#what is this naughty confession hour damn

[biteable-pink-pixie]

Are you into public play or voyeurism

I haven't done it really, I was riding my ex reverse cowgirl style on the couch with the screen door open and the thought of someone else watching really turned me on but I'm not sure if that counts?

I like to tease in public, but that's as far as I've gotten because I've always gotten into trouble and not in a fun I'll punish you later kinda way.

Oh, I forgot to say thank you for asking in those other posts! I'm sorry, and thank you ☺️🩷

[kooqitas]

#pairing: bf!jeonghan x virgin!reader.

#genre: smut MINORS DNI | #w.c: ~2500

#synopsis: you decide to question why your boyfriend is avoiding kissing you, you just didn't expect the reason to be so… sexual

#warnings: vaginal sex, unprotected sex, pet names, loss of virginity, fingering, praise kink, eating cum, oral sex, the reader at one point asks him to stop out of embarrassment, use of lube.

#notes: not proofread, english isn’t my first language! angry and longing sex has its value.

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dating jeonghan sometimes felt like punishment from the universe. he was the most affectionate boyfriend in the world, he treated you so fucking well, he was affectionate in his touches and gestures, he understood you, he spent all the time he could with you, you felt so fucking loved, and of course, he was beautiful, damn, jeonghan was so beautiful that it was unfair, you even thought when they started flirting that he was lying to you, it was inhumane for someone to be pretty like that.

but then, what would be the punishment of the universe? he didn't feel sexual attraction towards you, seriously, it was the only possible explanation, jeonghan never touched you too much, he never insinuated naughty things to you, it seemed like he enjoyed your presence and that was it.

like now, he gave you a few cute kisses on the couch, but soon walked away, hugging you carefully again and paying attention to the movie. it frustrated you like hell, and not even you could explain what made you complain.

"do you want to break up?"

"excuse me?”

"break up, do you want to break up with me, jeonghan?" you asked again, visibly irritated.

"what? no? baby, are you okay?"

"damn, jeonghan, you don't kiss me properly, i’m tired of this! what's going on?"

jeonghan read you easily, so he soon understood what that subject was about, it turns out that the problem wasn't the lack of sexual attraction that your boyfriend had for you, quite the opposite, the problem was the excess of sexual attraction that he had .

“you’re virgin.”

“hm?”

“i don't kiss you properly because…” he took a breath deep. “being too close to you makes me feel things, and i’ll never pressure you into anything, so i think it's better to stay away.”

“wait. what?”

you gasped slightly at your boyfriend's confession, what do you mean kissing you made him feel things? i mean, of course you know exactly what those things were, but, does jeonghan really feel sexual attraction to you and that's why he avoids kissing you?

“i wanna fuck you, so bad. wow, i wanna fuck you like hell to be honest, but i know you've never had this experience so i don't wanna pressure you into anything.”

“fuck me?”

“so bad. that's why i keep moving away from your touches, you're driving me crazy, doll, i'm gonna go crazy because of you.”

you didn't answer your boyfriend, you just kissed him, knowing that he wanted you like that made you a little clouded with lust, you thought the situation was just the opposite.

"alright, alright, doll, calm down!" he laughed with your mouth still attached to his. “i'm really not kidding when i say you're driving me crazy."

"i need your kiss, hannie!"

“fuck!”

your boyfriend mumbled before kissing you the way he did a few weeks ago, his big hands towards your waist, squeezing there tightly as if he intended to leave marks, as if he wanted you to remember that feeling for hours and hours.

jeonghan seemed a little bolder than other times, especially when he pulled you onto his lap, you went without even thinking, and didn't even notice when he started to awkwardly roll around there, you only noticed the atmosphere of things when he moaned against your mouth.

you were scared, not like you didn't know what that moan or that thing growing beneath you meant, on the contrary, you were scared because you knew exactly what it all was.

"it's okay, princess! I'll take care of myself later." jeonghan was gentle as he placed a strand of hair behind your ear and kissed you again boldly.

you had never been in that situation, it was very likely that in the future you would blame your fertile period, and of course, how handsome your boyfriend was and was a good kisser.

but, in a way, you never had any resistance to sex either, it was just a matter of never finding someone who made you 100% comfortable with the idea of ​​taking off your clothes.

well, at least until you met jeonghan.

from the way he kissed you, the way he touched you and moaned against your mouth, even the way he involuntarily lifted his hips against you, fuck, everything made you feel so desired.

you felt his big hands enter your shirt and slowly move up from your belly to your ribs, leaving a not-so-chaste affection there, all while he continued to kiss you. jeonghan needed those touches as much as you did.

“hanie~” you moaned. 

“what, doll?” he kissed your jaw, making you feverish as his thumbs came up to brush against your tits, you had never received that kind of touch, jeonghan smiled when he saw how sly you became with that simple act.

you didn’t say anything else, just relaxed when his thumb finally touched your nipple, moaning against his neck. jeonghan laughed, and fuck, you felt so turned on by his machiavellian laugh.

"is my doll sensitive? god, how will you react when i touch you more..."

jeonghan continued running his thumb there, and you wanted to scream when his index finger came together to pull your nipple, the pleasant sensation of pain with pleasure, it was very different to feel jeonghan do this than to do by your own.

noticing your nonverbal permission, jeonghan pulled your shirt up, and you didn't really notice until he started staring at your breasts, and when you noticed, you tried to cover them, embarrassed.

"no, kitten, don't do that! fuck, you're so beautiful, le’mme put them in my mouth, hm?" jeonghan said kissing your neck, making you forget anything about the damn shame you felt. and when jeonghan finally rolled his tongue around your right nipple you couldn't even think, fuck, that was too much.

your hand entered his hair, pulling hard while you moaned something that even you didn't understand, his tongue surrounding and sucking your nipple with devotion, making you rub yourself even more on his lap. and everything got worse, or better, when he gave a light bite there, eliciting a loud moan from you that made him smile.

"you liked it, didn't you?"

you wanted to tell him to fuck off, you had already talked about you being a virgin, so he knew very well that he was the first person to touch you like that, to be honest, he not only knew but he imagined, fuck, jeonghan lost count of how many times he cum in own hand just imagining how sensitive you would be to his touches.

and there you were, to his happiness, and yours too.

"do you wanna go to my room?"

you were hesitant at first, going to the bedroom would mean letting things get even more intense. of course you were horny, but it was still your first time, you were definitely worried.

"hey, it's okay! we've kissed there several times..." he tried to calm you down.

"not with me without a shirt.”

jeonghan laughed, taking off his shirt too, damn, your boyfriend was so fucking hot. it was the first time you saw your boyfriend without a shirt face to face, damn...

"this makes it worse, not help." you confessed, laughing.

"we're gonna do just what you want, doll."

and so you agreed, letting jeonghan carry you to his bed.

something happened on the way between the sofa and the bed, because jeonghan was much more daring, still careful but cheeky.

he continued sucking your tits, making you lift your hips off the bed in search of more contact while moaning slyly, and then he took two fingers to your mouth, without taking his own mouth off your nipple. you looked at him, not really understanding what he wanted with that, and the answer you got was your boyfriend's dark eyes.

you had never seen jeonghan like this, his look was brimming with lust, that's the truth, you could cum just seeing him like this.

jeonghan kissed you again, removing his fingers from your mouth and cleaning them on your thighs, pressing them there with some force, making you wish more and more that he was touching you somewhere else...

“hannie~” you moaned.

"please, you're gonna drive me crazy moaning like that, i’m trying to have self-control!"

your boyfriend continued to kiss you, his hand groping your body making you shiver and feel chills, you couldn't think of anything else, you didn't even know what you had agreed to when he asked you something that you didn't even understand, but the next minute, your shorts were running down your legs, and despite being shy, you were grateful.

"you're so wet, doll, is this all for me?" you felt your face burn at the question, closing your legs and trying to hide your face with your hand. "no, there's no need to be ashamed, damn it, knowing that you want it the way i want it..."

"what are you doi-" you couldn't finish questioning, jeonghan rubbed his nose against your wet panties before you finished the sentence, making you let out an extremely loud moan, which made him smile.

your moan was the key point for jeonghan to lose even more self control, in the next second he was pushing your panties to the side and running his tongue all over your pussy.

"did you get wet for me? do you want your man to make you cum?"

“hannie… god… hannie, don’t say it!”

"why not?" he said, running his finger over your completely wet cunt. "makes you more horny? that's good, doll, you have to be really relaxed, and open for when i put my cock inside you." jeonghan looked at you as if he knew all of his dirtiest sins. "can i do this, doll? can i prepare you for my cock?"

“p-please…”

you didn't even know what you were asking for please, but it was divine when ejonghan's hot tongue came into contact with your cunt, you arched your hips, whimpering at the new sensation, feeling like you could melt on your boyfriend's tongue and then grabbing his sheet trying to discount what you was feeling.

jeonghan knew exactly what he was doing, every inch of your cunt felt his wet tongue, the new sensation making you whimper with pleasure while he just laughed, enjoying everything. jeonghan added one finger on you, and then two, and by the third you were seeing stars, even more so when he was telling you the whole time that he was just preparing you for his cock.

he spat on your pussy a few times, and the pornographic sound drove you insane, but worse than that was the sound of his tongue playing with you.

you tried to close your legs, your stomach was churning, but jeonghan stopped you, taking his fingers out of you only to lock your legs on the bed, making you moan even more.

"please please!" you tried to push jeonghan away from you, you tried to push his head away, you tried to close your legs. "hannie, please stop, i'll..."

"are you gonna cum for me?"

you knew you would, god it was so embarrassing. you nodded, whimpering in humiliation, trying one last time to get your boyfriend to let go of you, fuck, what if he didn't like the way you tasted?

"then i won't stop, doll! this is the best part... cum in my mouth, princess, your hannie wanna feel you!"

and you don't know if it was your boyfriend's words or how deep he put his tongue in you, but in the next second your legs were shaking around his head, as you came on the hot tongue that kept sucking you. jeonghan didn't stop, he seemed willing to take everything from you, every drop, every tremor, everything.

he laughed when after a few seconds he moved up his body to kiss you, his chin completely wet and you didn't know if it was saliva or his cum.

"you need to prove yourself, love, look how delicious you are!" and then jeonghan kissed you.

and there you were, feeling your boyfriend's saliva mixed with your recent orgasm, and damn, that was delicious.

your breathing was finished, but you wanted more, you continued rubbing yourself against your boyfriend without any shame, missing something of him filling you.

"hey, calm down! we need to breathe..." he joked. “or do you want more? Of course you want it, you want my cock opening your pussy, right?”

"i want more, hannie! please!" you said slyly, still rubbing against your boyfriend.

"god, you're insane, my dirty little girl! do you want more? do you want hannie to fill that pussy?"

"please" you were dizzy, the recent orgasm was still having its effects on your body, but you wanted more, you needed it so much.

and jeonghan would never deny your request.

you watched jeonghan take off his pants and underwear, and you couldn’t help but widen your eyes when you saw the size of his cock, damn, that was big.

it scared you a little, but you still wanted it. jeonghan laughed when he saw your shocked face, taking something from the desk next to the bed: it was a tube of lubricant.

"it will help us." he chuckled as he spread it across the entire length. "i’m gonna fill you up now, doll!"

jeonghan entered slowly, kissing your neck and playing with your nipples as he put every inch inside you, it was a little painful, but nothing unbearable, fingering you and using lube helped a lot.

when jeonghan was finally inside you completely, he withdrew, entering again, and you heard him let out a grotesque moan. damn, you've never felt so horny in your life.

jeonghan continued thrusting, his walls squeezing you as you felt him opening you up more and more.

"fucking hot, damn, i can't believe i’m fucking you.”

you moaned, gripping your boyfriend's shoulders as he bit your neck and went deeper and deeper.

"i’m gonna to fill you up, i'm gonna leave your pussy leaking my cum. my pussy. you're mine. your pussy is mine." jeonghan was still careful, but he wasn't thinking very well, especially given the way he seemed to want to devour you if he could.

the sensation was completely new to you, your fingers and not even jeonghan's would give you that sensation, you felt him inside you, you felt the desire, the heat of his body, fuck, it was too much. you just moaned, begging him not to stop. he laughed.

"let me cum in you? let me cum in that pussy, please."

you just nodded, clouded with pleasure. jeonghan brought his thumb to your clitoris, giving you a new sensation that made your body shiver, and it didn't last long, the next minute you came again, screaming your boyfriend's name for all the neighbors to hear.

with the pressure your pussy exerted, jeonghan came right away, letting you feel the hot liquid paint all your walls white, damn, that felt so fucking good.

you took a breath, and a few minutes later jeonghan went to the kitchen to get you a glass of water

"are you ok? did you like it?" he asked you

"fuck, yes"

"good, because i still wanna fuck you in doggy style, and make you suck my cock!"

[star-suh]

Wet Dreams

Kim Mingyu x Male Reader

cw: sub top himbo (attempt) mingyu, established relationship, somnophilia, pet names, restraints, unprotected sex, blowjob, musk kink, tummy bulge, breeding and facial, dumbification, implied second round.

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mingyu was a heavy sleeper, there could be a tornado right outside his house and he wouldn't open an eye. he is also one of those big muscular dumb guys something that make him cute to some people but for others (yn) it made him even hotter. after some time of knowing each other and watching how their connection grew stronger by the days they decided to be a couple.

one night yn confesses something to mingyu, “you see, i wish we could go for a second round but you always fall asleep” he pouts. “aww baby i'm sorry” the tall apologizes “it's just that being with you makes me feel so good that i want to give you all the pleasure”, he kisses his forehead and taps his chin as if he was thinking about something.

“next time even if i fall asleep you can keep doing it with me, if you manage to keep it hard”...

one morning yn woke up for no reason and he hates that, it was 6:30 am, and when yn wakes up he hardly can go back to sleep. looking for ways to entertain himself at such early hours something under the sheets caught his eyes. mingyu's big dick standing in all his glory forming a tent with the white sheet “wood morning to me” murmured yn.

he quickly went to his closet and from a drawer he takes out a pair of red ropes that he uses to tie every limb from mingyu to each corner of the bed. the big dumb guy barely moves, it's like he doesn't feel the burning sensation of the ropes around his limbs. yn positioned himself in between his legs and started to smell the other’s dick and balls “such a manly musk”. his tongue went up and down on each side of that fat meat, making sure to leave it as wet as possible. slowly he tried to deepthroat him, relaxing his throat so he can swallow more and more each time. he finally reach the base of the shaft but quickly pulls out feeling his gag reflexes kicking in “this is so good” he slaps the saliva-smeared cock in his face leaving some of it on his face. “naughty boy who knows what you're dreaming about that is making you this hard, damn!” the bottom exclaimed, feeling it throbbing in his hand.

“hngh” mingyu moaned, yn stopped thinking he woke up but he didn't. he supposed it was just a reflex of how good he was feeling right now.

he aligned the already lubed tip right under his hole and slowly sat down on it, feeling how that thick dick stretched his walls. he was just halfway through and yn was already a moaning mess, that's how good mingyu's dick felt. when he bottomed out he waited some minutes to start moving. up and down with gentle hip movements so mingyu doesn't wake up, he was also being careful to not squeeze that hard.

“shit mingyu, i love your dick so much” unconsciously yn sped up his movements, just chasing his pleasure, “my fucking god, i want more of you… fucking ruin me” drool dripped down his chin, his hooded eyes trying to focus on something but failing at doing it. he bounces more and more fast, not caring anymore if mingyu wakes up he just wants that cum deep inside his bulging tummy “fill me up baby”.

mingyu felt some heavy weight on his crotch area so he opened his eyes, he blinked a few times to focus and see what was happening, it was yn's back and he kept staring at it while moaning and grunting, “yn?” he asks and the other stopped his movements, “yes?” he replies with some shyness laced in his voice. “what are you doing?” the top asks. yn bit his lip *looks like he woke up but his brain didn't* he thought and resumed his riding. after what feels like a long time mingyu realized that yn was fucking himself on his dick, he watched how that hungry hole swallowed all his inches, the sight made him hornier and yn knew that because he felt the cock growing and throbbing inside him. mingyu tried to meet yn's thrusts with his, the wet skin slapping sound echoing in all the room. yn laid back on top of mingyu moving his hips to massage that thick meat inside him “i fucking love you gyuuu~” yn was already gone, too cockdrunked to think straight. yn lift himself up with his arms so he can sit harder on the cock and also see better everytime mingyu's dick makes the bulge on his lower tummy when he goes deep. yn turns so he's now facing his boyfriend, riding even harder chasing that pleasant feeling. cumming hands free seconds later, squirting the cum all over his face.

yn freed mingyu from the restraints on his hands so he can take the lead in the fucking, “fucking fill me up” moaned the bottom loudly, desperation in his voice. “yes baby it's coming” mingyu reassures him by groping hardly his ass leaving his handprints in both cheeks. mincoc's cock is throbbing inside the other, spurting all the cum stored in his balls deep inside his boyfriend who clenches his hole as hard as he can to milk every single drop out of mingyu.

after they both rode his high mingyu freed himself from his legs restraints while yn just sits in the bed with his legs open fingering his hole “i think i need something more bigger and thicker than my fingers to keep all this cum inside me” his face tinted in red, hooded eyes, his hair sticked on his forehead for the sweat and drool coming out of his mouth.. “you looked so fucked up” mingyu comments while accomodating his tip on yn's entrance.

[oxymorayuri]

❞𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞❝

OneShot

✦ Pairing: trafalgar law x reader ✦ Warnings: cussing, dirty words, mature content ✦ Spoiler: none

wordcount: 2577

Law always makes you sweat. He drives you crazy with his touch and knows exactly which buttons to push so that you do everything he wants. You actually love it but you only want to be in control once... You want to see Law go crazy.

! ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ !

ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ

Picture: bigdaddyzoroo (pinterest)

"Oh my god are you for real guuuuurl??!"

Ikkaku speaks in a amazed tone.

"Psshhht, don't be so loud!" you squeak at her, embarrassed. Frustrated, you put your chin on one hand and stir your drink with the straw.

"You're such a naughty girl..." Ikkaku shakes her head with a mischievous grin and tries not to laugh out loud.

"Shit, I really didn't think you'd be such a kinky girl..."

“So what exactly surprises you?” – "I don't really know, but hey.. 'still waters run deeeep' I guess." She said flatly as she puts her drink to her lips and looks around the bar.

It's been almost an eternity since your crew was able to go ashore again. As soon as they set foot on the land, the boys already rushed into the first bar. Since the mood between you and Law had been pretty stale over the last few weeks, you didn't mind numbing your senses with a few drinks.

Not an hour has passed and you can already hear the drunk babbling of Penguin and Shachi. Ikkaku sighs heavily as she watches the two slobs.

"I think you should just loosen up a bit. Law adores you and from what you've said, Law seems anything but prudish." she winks at you as she sips her drink. Your ice cubes have now melted so much that the alcohol has been completely watered down. You greedily drink the glass in one go.

"Haaah... Yes, you're right but that's exactly the problem. Law is crazyyy" you lean over to her a little "And me? I'm the one who's the wallflower!" you confess to her. You look at her so desperately that it took her completely by surprise.

"BAHAHAHHAHAA holy moly! y/n... I think I'm going to pee myself." Pouting, you fall back into your seat and cross your arms as she laughs her heart out.

"You know what y/n?.. You actually have a very clear advantage..." She wipes a tear from the corner of her eye. Her words make you eagerly await what comes next. Ikkaku sits up a little and shows you her teeth with a wide grin.

"Law has no idea what 'could' await him! So the element of surprise is on your side." You nod attentively to every word and absorb everything like a dry sponge.

"You just gotta get the stick out of your ass." She laughs in your face. You're a little shocked but she's damn right.

Law has seen every inch of your body...why are you still so shy?

Sure, Law is quite intimidating when the two of you are behind closed doors, but in a way that makes your nipples stiffen just thinking about it and you have to press your legs together because of the excitement.

Ikkaku and you continued talking about the topic for a while and she told you the craziest one night stands she had. Your face regularly changed from shocked to blushing but you still envied her open minded nature. You, on the other hand, are rather friendly and gentle.

If you only knew that your innocent nature is the very thing that drives Law crazy...

You breathe in the delicate spring air as you step out of the bar.

All the sexy bed stories gave you some inspiration and that's why you said goodbye to Ikkaku and set off to check out a few boutiques.

You stop in front of a rather small shop. In the shop window you look at the very elegant nightwear.

Yup, that will do.

A little hesitantly, you push down the door handle and enter the store.

You're glad that you seem to be the only customer.

Behind the cash register, the owner greets you, somewhat surprised, and stands up straight away to answer any questions.

You stand in place, a little unsure, and look around the room. There is not only nightwear here but also plenty of sexy lingerie for women and men.

"Can I help you sweetie?" The owner approaches.

You breathe out with relief and happily accept the offer.

"So what did you have in mind?" - "If I'm honest, I'm completely inexperienced when it comes to this." She looks at you with a smile as if she's amused by how awkward you are.

“Taken or single?” - "Taken." you answer her.

She asks you a couple more questions. About your preferences, your favorite colors and then puts a piece of lingerie in your hand.

"Here, try this on. I think it will suit you well." You stand in front of her, a little lost, and slowly make your way to the changing room.

After seeing yourself in the mirror in the lingerie, you can't help but stand there with your mouth open. The straps press lightly into your soft upper thighs and the beautiful lace on your skin looks like an extravagant tattoo. It's crazy how clothes influence your character. You feel 10.000 times hotter.

After you paid for the lingerie and a few accessories, you asked the owner for a little advice.

"Always keep one thing in mind... A man's imagination is a woman's best weapon." With that sentence she smiled mysteriously in your face. You don't even notice how she places another little thing in your hand. Only shortly afterwards do you notice the cool object in your hands and you look at your hand.

"Uhmm..." you look at it a little uncertainly.

"Not for you... for him..." Without further words she disappears into the back room and leaves you alone with the sentence.

Once on the Polar Tang you quickly scurry to your and Law's room. You quietly shut the door behind you.

Well, he's not here. He's probably in his office.

Relieved, you go to the bathroom to prepare for your plan.

After putting on your tights, straps and lingerie, you put on Law's bathrobe. You examine the owner's additional gift, somewhat unsure.

"...A man's imagination is a woman's best weapon..." you mumble to yourself as you think about what to do with it.

As you walk down the hallway to Law's office, you repeat Ikakku and the shopkeeper's words over and over like an anthem.

Be bold, be sexy but be yourself. Be bold, be sexy but be yourself. Be bold, be sexy but be yourself.

When you arrive at the door you take a deep breath.

You know that you look hot. The owner has definitely met your taste and you are sure Law will like it too.

You knock on the door 3 times so Law knows it's you and after a concentrated 'come in' you slowly open the door.

Even when Law doesn't even look up from his documents, you're still standing in the open doorway, feeling so vulnerable. The cool air blows through your legs, reminding you of how lightly dressed you are. The clothes you wear. The desire you have. This deep seated desire to be above Law, even if it's just once, makes you wish you had the time to touch Law in whatever way you want.

Then an idea comes to you. You look at the gift from the owner and immediately think of how you can use it. Your imagination gives you the courage you've never felt before. Just thinking about it makes you feel hot.

Just be someone different today.

You speak to yourself.

"Law my darling." you speak confidently in a sensual voice like you've never heard yourself before. Law is actually the type of person who doesn't get easily distracted, but that longing in your voice makes him look up straight away.

He looks at you silently while you stand at the doorframe and you slightly open the bathrobe on one side. Law looks at you rigidly as if he was hypnotized by your movements. Your heart is pounding so hard against your chest. the adrenaline rushes through your head and releases joy. You're internally pleased at how speechless he is, but you try not to show.

Without looking away from him, you close the door behind you, lock it and walk towards Law. You sway your hips gracefully until you're right in front of Law's desk.

Without any further words, you drop the robe onto the floor.

You feel like your heart will stop because of the excitement inside. You've never felt so good as you follow Law's gaze. His eyes wander silently over your whole body and then into your eyes.

His gaze so fiery and yet calm. Your heart squeezes so hard at his stare that you wish it would just stop, and all you saw last was Law's intense stare.

You carefully walk around the table. Law and your eyes don't leave each other for a second. Standing between the table and Law, you get a little nervous. You've never been in a situation like this before. Law, on the other hand, notices your slight insecurity and leans back in the chair, grinning.

Pull yourself together y/n.

You bite your lip, you can't let your facade crumble now, otherwise Law will have the upper hand again. You've just found joy in being in control… you don't want to lose it again!

With slightly unsteady hands, you support yourself on an armrest and lean over Law. Law's breathing is calm and his posture is stable.

Normally he would like to drag you into your shared room but this is something new and he isn't put off by it.

His dirty smile turns you on.

Your lips are only a few millimeters away from his and you absorb his scent like a drug. Its slightly sweet yet woody scent has something distinctive and reminds you of amber. Slowly you open your lips.

"Law... -" Hearing his name from your lips, he parted his lips slightly to inhale carefully.

He never expected you to pull a stunt like that but he loves it.

He enjoys it.

With your lips so close to each other that you're almost kissing, you whisper to him as suggestively as you can.

“Do you want me, Law?” - "Absolutely." You feel his sly smile as you seal what you just said with a kiss.

You feel Law's hands trying to grab your waist but before he can, you lean back and put the handcuffs the shopkeeper gave you on him.

Startled, Law looks down at his hands and then up at you. Satisfied, you sit down on his desk and give him a smug grin. “I see…” he says with a bright look. The flickering in his eyes gives you goose bumps.

Law rests his hands in his lap as he watches you intently. You put your hands on the table and let yourself fall back a little while spreading your legs. You give Law an exquisite view of your divine stature and you notice how his chest starts to rise and fall faster. That's exactly what you wanted to achieve, but it's still just the beginning. With one hand you slowly go down your stomach until you reach your panties and play a little with the lace waistband. Law's eyes are completely focused on your cunt as you give him a few glimpses of your slit.

You are already quite excited and decide to move on to the second phase. You wanna touch Law.

Slight confusion appears in Law's eyes as you close your legs, but you just give him a small smile in return. You kneel in front of him and place your hands on each of his knees. You innocently look up at him.

"Do you want to touch me?" Law would be lying if he denied that. The lace lies on you like a second skin and reveals just enough of your skin that it is impossible for him to look away from you.

It could burn around him but first he would bury himself inside you.

"Oh yes.." he answers you hoarsely.

You happily put some pressure on his thighs as you move up to his crotch. You had already seen the bulge in his crotch while you were sitting on the table. Just the thought of his member makes your cunt drip. You gently brush his swelling cock and look into his hungry eyes when you notice a twitch.

“Come on y/n, take the handcuffs off me.” he tries to persuade you with his deep voice. You smile mysteriously at him and shake your head, there's no way you're going to do that. You focus back on the feeling you get when you touch Law.

There's no better validation than rattling the usually composed Law. Law slowly resigns himself to the fact that you decide when he can touch you and spreads his legs a little more apart. However, you don't give him your full devotion yet.

You stand up again, reach for his hands and open the handcuffs. Law wanted to greedily reach for you, but you stopped him and waved your finger in front of his nose in rejection.

You grab his collar and your sweet voice orders him to keep his hands to himself or you'll put the handcuffs back on him. However, you miss the sight of him sitting there, unable to touch you.

You sit on one of the armrests and slowly take off one of your straps and then the other. With both stockings in hand, you grab Law's hands and tie them each to one of the armrests. Law looks deep into your eyes as you make yourself comfortable on his lap. His hard cock presses against your cunt, sending multiple shivers down your spine.

With your delicate fingers you trace the tattoo on his chest. You enjoy the feeling of his abs and the sight of him tied to the chair watching you do your scheme has something forbidden.

Finally you place your lips on his and start massaging him down there with your hip movements. He returns your kisses hungrily and you bite his lips lightly, causing a small moan to escape him.

For quite a while you ensure that the tension lasts until the glass almost threatens to overflow. The knot in your abdomen is growing and growing and your wet pussy is literally screaming for release.

You separate your lips from his and walk towards the desk again. With your back turned to him, you lean over the table and look at him over your shoulder with red cheeks.

"Come and take me, Law." you beg him as you spread your butt cheeks a little to give him the view of your wet folds.

Law loses control, grabs the stockings and tears them to get away from the chair. You admire that even though he was able to remove the stockings so easily, he submitted to your command and obediently kept his hands to himself. Breathing heavily, Law looks down at you, his pants already on the floor. Before he hides his shaft inside you, he grabs your hands and puts the handcuffs on you.

"Now it's your turn."

Masterlist

Let me know in the comments if you liked it hehe.

See you next time, kiss kiss ♡

[vizkopa]

Damned if you Do (Devil!Doflamingo x Reader) Part 1

Oops, my hand slipped >.> Warning for blood/gore, religious themes, strong language and LOTS of smut in future chapters!

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Part 1: City of Angels?

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“Forgive me father for I have sinned,” you said, sliding into the confession booth at the Church of St Mjosgard. “It’s been about…” you checked your phone screen, “…three hours since my last confession.”

There came a sigh from behind the screen. “[Name], I’ve told you, you don’t have to say that every time.”

You smirked. “Would you prefer ‘sorry Daddy, I’ve been naughty’?”

Father Rosinante choked, which he elegantly turned into a cough. “No! No, that’s quite alright. How did it go?”

You sat back with a huff, folding your arms across your chest. “He didn’t know anything. Must have been a bad lead.”

“Are you sure?”

“I was very persuasive.”

“Spare me the details.”

You sighed. “I’m running out of time, Father.”

“I know. Have faith, [Name].”

“Easy for you to say, you’re a priest,” you muttered.

“I know things might seem hopeless, but we can’t give in yet. I’ll keep digging. In the meantime, you should go home and get some rest. It’s been a long day.”

“Yeah,” you said, though you hadn’t slept properly in nearly a decade. “Yeah, I’ll do that.”

You stood to leave and as you exited the booth, you felt Rosinante’s reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“I’ll keep praying for you.” He squeezed lightly and then dropped his hand.

“I appreciate the gesture, Father,” you said over your shoulder, “but God gave up on me a long time ago.”

It was raining when you left the church. You pulled your hood up over your head and shoved your hands deep into your pockets, shoulders hunched against the downpour as you hurried across the street. It was just your luck, you thought. The last few weeks of your life and it looked like it was going to rain the whole time. You had moved to LA to escape the cold and the wet (among other things), but just like said other things, it too had followed you across the country, it seemed.

As you made your way down the street, you got the distinct feeling you were being watched. Your fingers closed around the consecrated knife in your pocket, senses on high alert. From a dark alleyway somewhere ahead of you, two yellow eyes peered out of the darkness. You felt a small thrill of fear before you realised who it was and relaxed.

“Hello, Law,” you sighed.

A man stepped out of the shadows. Except he wasn’t a man—not really. His eyes, though grey now he was in full view, still held a glint of something unnatural, and his canines seemed longer and sharper than any human’s.

“Are you hungry?” you asked him.

He shook his head. “I have information.”

“Let’s hear it then.”

“I found him.”

Your heart quickened at those words, but Law seemed reluctant to say more. “Well?” you prompted, growing impatient.

“[Name]… I don’t think it’s a good idea to go after him.”

You frowned. “Why?”

Law hesitated. “He’s… dangerous. Incredibly so.”

“So, what, I should just wait for my timer to run out and skip on down to Hell without putting up a fight?”

“I’m not saying that. I just… He’s powerful, [Name]. Way more powerful than me or any demon you’ve encountered before. You can’t win.”

“How do you know that?” You folded your arms.

“Listen,” Law took a step closer. “I don’t know his name, but I do know he’s high up the ladder. Perhaps a Marquis or a Lord. Maybe even a Prince. You can’t beat him.”

You sighed. “Thanks for telling me. I’ll see you around, Law.”

“Wait!” He hesitated. “If you… if you still want to find him despite what I told you… There’s a demon called Bellamy. He frequents a demon bar called Corrida. He might know more. But be careful.”

“I know the place. I’ll check it out. Thanks.”

Law melted back into the darkness without another word, and you continued on your way through the rain, contemplating the newly acquired information. Having a demon informant was certainly useful.

Law was an incubus, a demon that fed on sexual energy. In exchange for inside information into the inner workings of Hell, you would keep him ‘fed’, so to speak. It was a mutually beneficial arrangement and nothing more. Rosinante had never approved of the arrangement, but even he had to admit, the incubus had been invaluable thus far.

It only took a few seconds to make your decision. Ignoring your promise to Rosi that you would go home and get some sleep, you changed direction, offering a silent apology to the Father, and going in search of the bar Law had mentioned.

The street was little more than an alley, tucked between a dilapidated office building and a crumbling warehouse. A few loiterers smoking beneath the eaves of a closed club across the street wolf whistled as you passed, but you ignored them. Mortal men were hardly a threat to you these days. Not when your very soul was on the line.

A few patrons looked up as you entered the dark tavern. You ignored them as you made your way to a seat at the bar, gathering more stares as you went. By the time you had sat down, every pair of eyes in the room were fixed on you. You ordered a shot of vodka, which the bartender slammed down in front of you, sloshing liquor over the sides of the glass. You winced as the burning liquid spilled down your throat but ordered a second shot all the same. A demon in the corner stood up.

“You’re not welcome here, Hunter,” he growled.

You held your hands up. “I’m not here to cause trouble. Just looking for a drink and some answers.”

“You’ve had your drink and you’ll get no answers. Leave.”

“Well, that’s rather rude,” you said with mock hurt. “I’m just looking for a guy by the name of Bellamy. Anyone know him?”

A second demon stood up. Horns curled outward from amongst blonde hair and a long, forked tongue lolled out from between pointed teeth. “What’s it to you, Princess? Getting tired of your incubus friend? Fixin’ for some real demon cock?”

The bar patrons chuckled.

You sighed. “Listen, I’ve had a long day of beating up your hellish buddies and I’m real tired. If you could just direct me to your boss, I’ll be happy to get out of your way.”

Bellamy stalked up to you. “So, it was you who killed Caesar today,” he growled. The bar fell silent, and you felt the wave of disbelief and rage that rolled over the crowd. “You made a mistake walking in here, little girl.”

You cursed under your breath, hand slipping into your pocket to close around your knife. You felt the movement of air behind you, and you whirled, knife swinging in a wide arc. The demon who had been sneaking up to grab you from behind reeled backward, his throat gaping and spurting black blood. He fell to the ground and moved no more. There was silence for a beat, before all hell broke loose.

Ragged claws raked at your arm, tearing your sleeve to ribbons and you retaliated with a stab through the offending demon’s eye. You wrenched it out just in time to duck beneath another blow aimed at your head and lunged upwards, feeling the knife sink deep into the space between two ribs and the imminent weight of a body as it grew slack against you. Hot, black ichor poured over your hands and the knife slipped from your hold as the demon went down. You lunged after it, just narrowly avoiding yet another swipe of dagger-sharp claws from a third attacker.

Swearing like a sailor, you retrieved the knife and straightened to find yourself backed against the bar, a wall of bloodthirsty demons between you and the door. Bellamy had slunk away somewhere through the crowd, content to let the lesser demons do his dirty work. Well, there went your one and only lead.

“Enough.”

Though it wasn’t a shout, the word seemed to cut through the chaos like a blade, stilling everyone in their tracks. The dim gloom of the tavern was suddenly cleaved by a shaft of daylight, motes of dust dancing in the air. Some of the demons hissed and shrank away from the light.

A man stood in the doorway. Except that you knew as soon as you laid eyes on him that he was no ordinary man. An oppressive aura seemed to worm its way into the bar, seizing your heart with a cold fear that rendered you motionless. The demons around you all sank to their knees and bowed their horned heads in submission.

He stepped forward and without the halo of light from outside, you could finally see his face. He was beautiful—it was the only way you describe him. High cheekbones, a chiseled jaw, flawless tanned skin. His eyes were hidden behind a pair of white-rimmed sunglasses, but you could tell they were fixed on you. He grinned.

“I was wondering when we would finally meet, my dear,” he purred. An involuntary shudder ran through you and you held the blood-stained knife a little higher.

He stepped forward, the demons parting for him, until there was barely a foot of space between you. He was so tall, you had to crane your neck to look up into his face. His unnerving grin never faltered as he said: “kneel.”

You felt your body obey his command as if you were just a puppet and he your master. You sank to the floor at his feet, every muscle in your body tense as you tried to fight for control, but it was futile. The knife clattered to the floor as your fingers grew numb and heavy. The man reached out and cradled your chin in one large hand. His touch was like fire. You were sure he could see the fear in your eyes.

“You will make a fine Queen,” he said.

Finally, you were able to exercise enough control over your own body to wrench your face out of his hold.

“What?”

“I’ve been watching you a long time. So determined, so driven. Just what I need in a ruler to stand at my side.”

“Go fuck yourself,” you hissed.

He grinned. “There’s that fighting spirit I can’t wait to break.” He smoothed a hand over your hair, tucking the strands behind one ear. You cringed away from his touch. “You resist me now, but it won’t be long before you seek me out. I know your very soul, what you desire more than anything else in this world.”

“The only thing I want is to kill you.”

The demon king chuckled and a few of the demons in the room snickered along with him. You bared your teeth at them, but it was an empty threat. That all-encompassing power still held you tightly in its fist.

“My, my, what a temper. Will you hurt me, [Name]? Torture me like you tortured my underlings while they begged for death? Or will it be quick and clean so you can get back to your incubus whore?”

You could feel your pulse throbbing in your temples, muscles and tendons straining as you raged against your invisible bonds. Words would not come to you.

“I look forward to finding out.” He bent and pressed a lingering kiss to your cheek, your skin burning at the touch of his lips. “I’ll be waiting, my Queen.”

With that he was gone, and the invisible weight lifted from your limbs. You snatched up your knife and staggered to your feet and were out the door before any of the demons could react. As soon as you were outside, you vomited into the gutter.

It was him. The demon you’d been hunting all this time. The demon who held your contract.

Shuddering and heaving, you straightened, rain and bile and demon blood dripping off you onto the street, and you sprinted all the way home.

[writingsofwesteros]

inspired by the last entry and your gif ;>

Nanny can't quite believe her luck! This evening has started with a lonely sad masturbation session, and now she is stuffed with a dick so good it's making her see the stars. And not just any dick, it's the dick of Mr Stark, the hottest DILF in town.

He seems lost in his desire, pounding into her with all the might of his thick thighs and his broad back. And to think he deems it a punishment for her... ;>

"Maybe that'll teach you some modesty, you little whore," he grunts, driving his dick into her G-spot time after time. "Who's your owner, slut?"

"Ah... you... are... Mr Stark!... Sir!... Ah!"

"Damn right!" Ned growls, "so no more... of that... Greyjoy boy! Only... me!"

She means to rub her clit, but he bats her hand away.

"No touching yourself from now on!" he snaps, giving her shivers. He reaches down with his own fingers between her legs to tease her, as he keeps stuffing her pussy with his girthy cock. Ned doesn't quite touch her clit though, only skirting it's peripheries but never quite hitting the bull's eye, edging her into madness.

"Mr Stark... I need..." she whines, which earns her a hard slap on the bum.

"Confess," he spits.

"Aah, ah, ah," the Nanny cries, "I've been... naughty... so... naughty... Sir!... Please... please!"

"Please what?" asks Ned.

"Please... Mr... Stark!... Mercy... I need... to come!" she pants inbetween his powerful thrusts.

"What's that, eh?" Ned growls, picking up his pace. It seems it's almost effortless for him. "Cum? You want me to cream your pussy? You think you deserve my seed?" There's a trace of amusement in his voice.

Nanny's feels her heart stop at his words... She's not on birth control. There's no condom. If he cums in her, she might get knocked up! That wasn't the plan! She's to young to have a baby! She wanted to go to college!

"No... wait... Please... please... no cum!... Just..." she can't speak properly when being fucked silly like this. He pretends to miss her meaning.

"Look at you... Begging for my seed so prettily, Nanny. I'm... in a... merci-ful... mood! Aaargh!" He punctuates his every word with a thrust that shakes the whole bed, but more importantly, his fingers finally press hard on her clit. He collapses on top of her in convulsions as they both peak. Her pussy is thoroughly creamed with his baby batter.

He does not withdraw from her even as his cock goes limp, instead he craddles her in his arms, and peppers her shoulders with kisses, whispering into her skin.

"Such a good Nanny, you took me so well, pet. Now be a good girl and hold it in! Good, sweet girl... All is forgiven."

Nanny thinks she could get used to this. And also, where the hell is she going to get a morning after pill at this hour?

(as if Ned'll let her take the pill... not bloody likely)

ALL OF THIS!!! I can't even! THE HOTTEST!

I love how he jut takes control and not even listening to her wants...not that he's giving her anything she doesn't want.

(as if Ned'll let her take the pill... not bloody likely) SO TRUE!

[merakiui]

Lmao not Deuce and Riddle having hedgehog therapy. Riddle lowkey made a new new rule where you can’t disturb the queen on Tuesday’s and Saturday’s all because Ace walked in on him sobbing to the hedgehogs one time and promised him he wouldn’t collar him (that day) to keep him hush hush. Deuce found out and joins because they both drink that maidenless behaviour juice. The others join too , especially Azul, and it just turned into one of those therapy circles sessions. And tbh if Yuu/MC found out they would be proud that they are working on solving their issues, even thought they’re the wrong issues. Also the ones who do get bitches totally (do)n’t take advantage of this and completely wreck you during those times (yea…I got brain rot, damn. I get the vibe that Trey and Rook have definitely tag teamed you in the Heartslabyul kitchen a few times, and when questioned why he’s there (after a session) Rook holds up a little box of sweets saying that Vil asked him to pick it up from Trey. The same applies to the tweets, once Monstro lounge is closed they try to make new recipes for drinks, as per Azul’s wishes, except Jade makes you cockwarm him while he taste tests the drinks, Floyd makes, with you and won’t move or allow you to move until Floyd finally makes one, which is pretty bad when his mood changes and he doesn’t want to make drinks anymore)

I imagine the main question that arises during hedgehog group therapy is: how can we be less maidenless?

(nsfw, cucking, mention of sex tapes)

Trey and Rook absolutely tag team you and they probably make good use of the sweets Trey made beforehand! The risk of getting caught just makes it all the more enticing. Not only do you taste so sweet from the chocolate they spread on your lips like lipstick, you look absolutely ravishing sandwiched between them, with Trey behind and Rook in the front. Riddle and Epel are too busy with the hedgehog group talk to bother with what’s going on in the kitchen, but anyone else in the dorm runs the risk of seeing the explicit scene if they happen to come down looking for a snack. If Trey and Rook seem considerably happier after that and their dorm leaders question it, they just shrug and say something about how exercise really does improve one’s body, mind, and soul. :)

I like to think the twins cuck Azul on a daily basis. <3 They are always going at it with you whenever they have the chance. Meanwhile Azul’s stuck in his feelings because he just can’t work up the courage to confess. And that allows the twins to pull you into the storage closet during work hours for a quickie, slow after hours sex, even sex in Azul’s VIP room when he’s out. They probably record some of it, too, and they have no problems selling it to Azul for the right price. Temptation is a nasty devil and they know just how much Azul cherishes you. What’s worse is that Azul absolutely knows they’re fucking you. This man celebrates having his first naughty dream about you while Jade and Floyd have already fucked you in a dozen positions. He needs to catch up.

Aaaa but cockwarming Jade while he and Floyd come up with new drink concoctions is so good omg. Every time you squirm and insist that he just fuck you already, he’s tutting at you and telling you to be patient. Floyd gets annoyed with your little whines of desperation and he’ll flop back onto the booth cushion with his arms crossed. Now he doesn’t want to make drinks anymore; he’s tired. You’ll be shuddering whenever Jade’s thick cock so much as twitches inside you, but Jade has so much patience so he could do this for hours. Truthfully, he likes seeing you all desperate and teary-eyed as you beg him for release. But he’s also meant to be making drinks, so he’ll have to convince Floyd somehow (if he can even be persuaded out of his foul mood). Your mouth can be used for other things aside from sampling drinks.

Omg and Leona having you ride him in the botanical gardens while fully aware of Malleus’s interest in you. >:) he’ll erase any scent of Malleus and replace it with his own. After all, you’re Leona’s mate. You even agreed, albeit through incoherent ramblings, that you belong to Leona and that he’s the only one for you—that you love his dick and can’t get enough. Good. It looks like his herbivore has come to their senses. 

[jossambird]

What would be your fave trope with the submas?

Them not separated across time ❤️

Kidding! Well kidding that thats not my only answer of course.

God, favorite trope to write them/read them with a Reader? I have SO many! These are my hardcore faves!

Angst and mutual pining but both people dont know it and fear confessing to the other but happy ending (heh heh boi 🥴)

Jealousy of seeing someone else interested in their crush, and the way they become maybe slightly possessive and need to confess/get you themselves

Forced to share a bed/hotel room with Reader where it all goes downhill because the boys cant stop listening to their breathing and hearing their heartbeat in their ears and accidental touching that leads into oh yes please touching

Someone telling one of the boys/reader “you didnt know that they love you? I can see in the way they talk to you” and the absolute lightning bolt of understanding hitting them

The “I know your watching me and Im going to pretend I dont know and do naughty things to myself so you lose your mind”. Not in a yandere/stalker type of way though!

The “Im usually calm and collected but your making me want to ravage you infront of everyone here” type of burn

One of the boys getting with Reader and and the other pining so damn hard because he loves Reader too but doesnt/cant confess because of fear or uncertainty. Finds out other twin doesnt mind sharing you which leads to Pining twin kissing you and whispering confessions against you in a hurry

I have many more but I literally slept 2 hours and cant sleep anymore so my brain cant remember the rest right now 😬

[tipsydipsydo]

The laundry hamper [M]

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Gender of the Reader: female

Word Count: 2.2k 

Rating: 18+

Genre: Smut

AU: College AU!; Roommates2Lovers AU!; Friends2Lovers! AU

Warnings: Dirty Language + slight Dirty Talk; sweet and shy but naughty Jungkookie; Mentions of Masturbation in the shower; Scent/Smelling-Kink; Panty-Sniffing; Masturbation; slight Voyeurism; Teasing; Petnames; soft sub! Jungkook & dom! Reader undertones; Mentions of mutual Masturbation; Mentions of 69-Position 

Summary: Jungkook has a crush on you since you moved together for college but the poor boy is way too shy to confess his feelings to you... rather he would search through your laundry hamper to get a shirt which smells after your very personal scent and tries to calm his racing heart... and other nerves. He didn’t thought to get catched by the person who already stole his whole heart in the most embarrassing situation...

A/N: Happy first year friendship anniversary with my dearest @borathae​!! I love you to death my sweetheart and I thought today would be the perfect occasion to finally finish this Oneshot I started 10 months ago and waited to get finished until today on my IPad... especially because you  was the person who gave me the inspiration to write this idea... I hope you like it!! 

Status: halfway edited bc I was stressed I wouldn’t finish it on right time- 

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He knows it's bad and that he shouldn't do it. Well... honestly, already before this thought, which is haunting him since two weeks, he wasn't any kind of "well mannered" anymore. ...before you apologized for taking so much space with your shower untensils in the shower basket and then decided, to take your Shampoo, Conditioner and Bodylotion to your room.

The thing you didn't know was that you took with this decision, Jungkook's one and only opportunity to properly jerk off, with you.

Why?

God, just when the poor boy thinks about it... the thought alone gives him a rosy-red blush all over his cheeks, which almost reachs his ears and leave him completely flustered and ashamed.

How to explain it... your quiet, adorably awkward and super shy roommate, who has a crush on you since two years (or even longer!) tend to use your hair shampoo as a little "fantasy kick". How could he resist the opportunity to smell something so familiar which reminds him of you, so close?

How he used it you ask yourself?

While he was showering, he sniffed on the opened lid of the shampoo bottle like a fucking dog in his rut and jerked off to the smell of English Wild Roses. Yeah, even Jungkook himself is absolutely sure that he reached a whole new level of freakiness. Who else jack themself off while sniffing on a damn hair shampoo bottle?!

Jungkook has simply a thing for scents... especially for everything that smells like you. Whenever something of you comes in contact with his nostrils, he immediately pops a boner.

Really, it's not funny anymore when you feel that your dick is going hard just from getting a whiff of your crush's parfum when they're passing by.

Anyway, not your parfum or shower utensils are giving Jungkook a problem now, it's much more your laundry hamper which suddenly developts a really strong seductive affect on him.

Both of you having a seperate laundry hamper in the shared bathroom and also a laudry bag in your room. It's easier to have these two opportunities to put your laundry than walking always with an arm full of dirty clothes through the whole apartement.

Especially when friends of the other person are over and a pair of Kook's boxer briefs or one of your bra's found their way to the floor, unnoticed. Okay, 'unnoticed' as long as one of your friends are yelling that there is dirty underwear in the hallway. Of course not without dropping some stupid and teasing comments.

Yeah, it's really better for Jungkook's and your own peace to have a laundry bag in your room and a laundry hamper in the bathroom. Even when Kookie wouldn't mind it at all to be the one who would've found your lingerie...

...and that's the point. Since this one incidence with your dessous, Jungkook is haunted by countless absolutely filthy and indecent thoughts. At first he was still able to control them and to shove them away into the last corner of his mind. But after you took your shower stuff with you to your room, these fantasies returned really, really fast and his interest in your laundry hamper grew endlessly.

It absolutely didn't help that he pretty aware of the fact that you showered just a half an hour ago.

You made yourself ready to go to the movies with some of your friends. That means, he would be completely alone for the next few hours with the clothes you've worn before and are now own your very personal scent. How the hell should he survive this silently for him screaming seduction?!

Okay, okay, even when he'd took something off your hamper... just as a hypothetisch thought... it would be definitely only something completely innocent, like a shirt or something else. Really, he just loves to smell your wonderful personal scent. It's calming his wild racing heart... and in some way his unsatisfied desires as well.

Once again he takes a glimpse through the slightly opened bathroom door into the hallway which leads to the front door. Everything is silent, he is indeed completely alone in the apartement.

Now or never. Maybe he should take one of your worn out T-Shirts you always wear for house chores and isn't one of your favourite piece of clothing anymore. Maybe then you wouldn't notice that's even gone... for a longer time.

He shouldn't debate any longer before he reverses his opinion and pull back... he would slap himself if he'd let such an opportunity slip through his fingers unused...

As soon as he opens the lid of your laundry hamper, all his 'good and pure resolutions' are thrown out of the next bathroom window. Hebshould have guessed it, he should have known it... that your underwear is the last thing you take of your body before showering. Well, in conclusion, your panties are the first piece of cloth which is greeting Jungkook's eyes.

He's gulping harshly. Fuck, his brain knows that what he's doing here is bad and dirty, that he shouldn't do it... but his body and especially his dick is literally screaming and begging him to reach out for exactly this piece of lingerie.

Those tiny little wheels starts turning in Jungkook's head when he scans through your latest outfit. He remembers which Sweater and Sweatpants you wore. How could he forget those cute socks with this adorable avocado print on them.

...but no Bra.

Fuck... Jungkook can't explain himself why he finds the thought of you, being so comfortable in your shared apartement and around him, that you decided to not wear a bra underneath and let your tits bounce around freely, so god damn attractive...

Before he even realized it, his greedy hand took your used panties already out of the laundry hamper and lets the soft fabric slip through his fingertips.

It's a plain black cotton panty with a lacey border which has a beautiful flower pattern. Others would say it's boring, unspectacular underwear but for Jungkook it's already beautiful and beyond belief sexy lingerie. To imagine that you walk casually around in those panties everyday... Jungkook feels how his dick is already leaking precum in his boxer briefs.

With every second he holds this pair of panties in his hands, his poor, needy cocks hardens even more in his grey sweats. He gulps again. He shouldn't do it... but your panties are tempting him and his short patience.

Before he can control what he's doing, his nose is already buried in this piece of cloth and takes a deep breath.

If his other hand wouldn't already disappeared beneath his waist band and squeezed the base of his cock, he would've already blown his load right here in his sweats.

He's panting, his breath fast and ragged, trying to take as much as possible of your intoxicating scent into his lungs when he yanks his sweatpants down to his knees and lays his hand in a firm grip around his red, swollen and angrily leaking cock. He's literally dripping, so it doesn't take long until his whole palm is lubed thoroughly with his own precum.

Jungkook's mind is clouded, he can't built any proper thought anymore, your delicious smell makes him salivating and he knows, he feels it in every fiber of his body, that he already got addicted to the smell of your panties... your pussy.

He can't believe that you smell so good, like that fucking good that he almost blew his load already in his pants. Untouched.

His mind is spiralling, dirty thoughts get exceeded by even more filthier ones, every secret and forbidden fantasies which he hold under control for so, so long are crashing down on him.

God, what would he do to be the lucky person who gets you on top of him, queening him, his whole face buried into your pussy, your juices smearing all over his chin and cheeks and getting a good whiff of your perfect cunt first hand. He would happily die between your legs, suffocated by your thighs which you would've squeeze so tightly around his head that it would literally crushed him. He would die as the happiest man in the whole universe.

To imagine how you'd whine, whimper and growl at him... praising him for doing so good, pleasuring you so well, tugging at his locks because you can barely handle the pleasure you receive from his tongue and lips...

His fist goes faster and faster, his wrist will hurt so bad in the exam tomorrow... but that's Jungkook tiniest problem right now, he needs to cum so fucking bad, his balls are already hard and tight, feeling like they would burst if he wouldn't cum and time soon.

"Tz, tz, tz... what do we have here? I didn't thought you'd be such a naughty boy as someone who's so sweet and shy, Jungkook... sniffing your roommates panties and jerking off to them...", you snicker and smirk, even though bis back is still facing you. The later flinchs noticeably and lets a surprised and equally terrified yelp out, almost jumping around to you.

He's trying to save to situation and his pride, throwing your panties back into your open laundry hamper and pulling his pants up as quick as possible.

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod, I am so, so, so, so sorry, it will never happen again, I am so sorry that you have such a disgusting roommate like me, I am so sorry, I didn't knew you'd come back so early again- oh fuck... I am so sorry, I am a disaster", Jungkook chokes out in a trembling voice and glassy eyes, a tiny little sob leaves him as well. He is truly ashamed and mortified to death.

Your heart breaks when you look at him, he looks so sorry and embarrassed, he couldn't look at himself in the mirror again. Slowly you start to shake your head 'no'.

"Oh Jungkookie, I didn't mean to shame you... I... I just was a little surprised to catch you here in the bathroom... having a little fun time with yourself... I realized halfway to the cinema that I forgot my wallet and I came back to get it... then I saw you and just wanted to tease you a little bit... ah shit- I think I just messed the things up as well... okay okay, stupid question from a stupid person who has a big, fat crush on you since months, if not even years... wouldyoumindmetohelpyoutocum?", you ramble nervously, now are your cheeks equally beet-red.

Jungkook's eyes shoot up to your face, your red cheeks, your big, questioning eyes and your lip biting is sending a new rush of exitement down to his softening cock, making him harden all over again.

"W-What? ...what?? You- you too? I-I am crushing on you since we moved in together and now you're telling me that you- ...oh my god, yes... yes... yes please... please help me. I am so needy and horny right now and your pant- you always smelled so good and it's driving me crazy... I am so horny for you, Y/N."

Jungkook couldn't control his blabbering mouth anymore, everything is just blurting out of him with such a force like the Niagara Waterfall.

You sigh in relieve and a bright smile is forming on your lips as you walk over to your crush and lay both of your hands on his cute and round cheeks, so you can look each other into the eyes.

"Jungkook, I would like to ask you if you're comfortable with the thought of me kissing you before I will... devour you?"

Just to hear the two words 'devour you' out of your mouth made his knees almost buckle. His head is moving by itself, nodding vehemently. But to his confusion you're shaking your head no.

"Babyboy, I need your verbal confirmation. Consent is key, alright?", you say in a gently yet firm voice.

Oh God, you'll be his death... calling him 'Babyboy' alone made a whimper slips past his lips which is why you hum very appreciately.

"Oh God, yes, yes, yes... please... please kiss me and devour me, Mistress- ugh, s-sorry, I- I didn't mean to say that", Jungkook coughs out all flustered again, don't dare to look you in the face.

Such a good, perfect babyboy he is already for you.

"Don't be shy, Baby... I like the title you gave me. When you like it, you can continue to address me with 'Mistress'. ...what about we change our location to your or my bedroom? I'd love to let you smell and taste my pussy... not just through worn fabric. I would take great care of your aching cock... I saw how swollen, red and leaking it was already. What about you eat me out while I take your cock into my mouth and jerk you off with the panties I wear right now. Hm, sounds good?

Jungkook's head is already spinning again when your lips finally meet, your mouth and tongue already taking the control over him and devouring him.

Yes, you'll be definitely the death for him.

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The Four Commandments For Being S*x Friends (Leon S. Kennedy x Reader) NSFW

Author’s note: Originally supposed to a one shot, now a four-chapters long story, let me present you my brand new Leon fan fiction. It's smutty, rather shameless, hopefully a bit funny and a bit different from what I'm used to write (meaning it's not angsty ... yet) Hope you will like it and usual don't forget to leave a kudo, or even better, a comment to let me what you think of

Tagged: Friends with Benefits / Friends stop Lovers / Slow Burn / Mutual Pining / Smut / Jealousy / Denial of Feelings / Sexting etc.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

Part 1: You Shall Not Be Exclusive

You were loud. You were young. Untamed, audacious and somewhat decadent. A free spirit with a rare beauty you only meet once in a lifetime. He was quiet. Older than you. Composed, cautious and very moral. A busy man with a country-sized burden on his strong shoulders. Not the best match. Not the worse. But an unlikely one for sure. And guess what? It weirdly surprisingly amazingly works. No… That’s no it… It sexually works. Because let’s be honest for a second. All this, everything you have, everything you sort of built together is just Sex. Pure ecstatic Sex with a capital S. Sex that makes you Scream, Shake, Sweat and ask for a repeat until your body Sears, Sores, Surrenders and you’re finally Simply Satisfied. Yes, everything you have is Sex. And you freaking love it. But how did you get there?

Frankly, it wasn’t sex at first sight. Sure, when you first met him you immediately thought the S before Kennedy had to stand for ‘Smoking Hot’ because let’s face it, despite being in his forties and slightly rough around the edge, Leon S. Kennedy is one hell of a H.O.T.T.I.E. And he would be damned if he did not admit he had found you more than attractive the second he saw you enter his office to introduce yourself, a young rookie agent in a skin tight pencil skirt. But there’s a huge difference between finding your colleague hot and considering making them your partner in bed. No, the infamous sex bulb (if we can call it that) lighted up above both your heads way later and when you least expected it. Because of one crazy night drinking (too many?) beers and cocktails after a long day at the office to be more precise.

You weren’t drunk, not really, just rather merry and relaxed. And let’s be truthful for a second, you didn’t need alcohol to follow your colleagues in the silly game they had just suggested. Actually, maybe you even started that one. Who knows? What you do know is that you revealed a lot on that night, actually probably more than you should have. Crazy experiences with exes, aching naughty fantasies and dirty secrets that soaked your panties just by confessing them out loud. Gosh! The way your colleagues stared at you when they heard you talk about that night in … Never mind. We’re digressing from the main story. “Oh my god, Y/N! You’re so unashamed” Yeah, maybe. Certainly. But the truth was you weren’t always like this. And you were certain that if you examined yourself, you would certainly conclude that this lack of inhibition’s one of the many consequences of the last couple years being involved in deadly missions for the US government. But you didn’t mind. That was a something you could live with. “Life’s too short to be ashamed of who you are or of what you want.”

It’s that precise sentence that most probably lighted up Leon’s sex bulb. You say ‘probably’ because a part of you still doesn’t really know. After all, you never talked about it. But you assume it’s that sentence that awoken – or at least made him accept - his desires for you. Why? Because he texted you that very same sentence a couple of hours later from under the table. That sentence and something else. Something bold. Something Leon hadn’t dared in years. Something that made your eyes slightly widen but your lips stretch into a secret smirk. Something that made you think “You know what? Why not?”

Maybe it’s all the responsibilities and pent-up stress caused by work that made you both act so unreasonably. Maybe it’s the undeniable horniness accumulated after hours talking about sex around too many drinks. Or maybe …Maybe you both simply wanted it. And maybe … who gives a shit why you did it? What matters is that that night, Leon and you had sex for the first time, on the leather backseat of his fancy car like two horny teenagers who hadn’t fucked in months and you enjoyed every second of it without an ounce of shame. And who wouldn’t have? After all, that missionary would have made Jack and Rose from Titanic blush if they had seen you. A handprint on the window? So overrated. No, make the shock absorber bounce instead. But all jokes aside. That night, Leon Scott Kennedy you for all the other men with his amazing hands, his fantastic thrusts and that O! so glorious cock. He ruined you so much; the few other dicks that followed his felt boring and simply not good enough. And your toys? Fuck, even your toys seemed useless now.

And that’s probably when and why your sex bulb lighted up. And you thank all the BOWs that crossed your path for making you so bold and daring.

Did you stress after sending such a message? Huh, probably a little. Leon was technically your colleague and also your hierarchy. But what made your heart beat so apprehensively in your chest was the fear of rejection. Because of work? No, you knew a cheeky little message like this one would not impact your professional relationship. After all, that night in his car hadn’t so why would it? No, you were worried about your sex life if he said no, not sure how your womanhood would handle such a loss after experiencing such heavenly pleasure in his company. But fortunately for you both, she wouldn’t have to handle it tonight! Because few loooong minutes later.

Fuck yeah, your place. Fuck yeah, your bed, your couch, your shower, your kitchen. Fuck yeah! Fuck Leon! And god bless unpredictable sex bulbs!

But of course, when a fantastic truly gifted one-night-stand become a two-nights-stand, then a three-nights-stand etc. you decide it might be time to give them a new name. “Sex friends?” Leon repeated with an intrigued frown, slightly panting and still trying to recover from the amazing orgasm you had just given him a few minutes ago. “I thought the right term was ‘friends with benefits’.” “It is. But I want us to never forget what we signed for, meaning SEX.” Even though, you knew neither of you would forget. Having sex was basically the only thing you did outside of work. “When did we sign something?” He brushed his sweaty hair aside and raised an eyebrow as he sat straight on your bed, believing this posture would be more appropriate for a serious conversation. “We didn’t but we’re going to do this right—“ You crawled over him to grab a pen and a small notebook in the drawer your nightstand, grinding your nakedness against his firm muscular body on purpose, a gesture you tried to make seem innocent but that made him chuckle in amused exasperation because you couldn’t fool him “—now. You don’t mind glitter pens, do you?”

And so you decided together of The Four Commandments for Being Sex Friends. ©Y/N and Leon, while casually lying over Leon, using his legs as desk, your head atrociously close to his semi-hard cock. And here were the rules you established.

1/ You shall always speak your (sex) mind . Say what you want, how you want it and when and where you want it. You’re here for the sex. No need to be ashamed. So, in a nutshell, be vocal.

“No, even better, be oral.” You winked, correcting the last word to replace it with that new (granted) lame pun. “You’re proud of yourself, aren’t you?” Leon chuckled wholeheartedly, refusing to believe you just dared to make that pun as he sensually brushed your hair with his fingers. Damn! How gorgeous he looks when he’s all happy and satisfied... No Y/N! No romantic drooling over this smiling Adonis. “What? I thought you liked oral.” And with that being said, you placed a quick though tender kiss on his warm shaft that still deliciously tasted like cum, lube and latex while looking at him straight in the eyes for the sake of seeing writhe in pleasure while doing his best to block a moaned curse. Maybe that sight would make you stop gazing at him like an enamoured teenager. “Alright. Let’s continue with number two.”An important one. A necessary one judging the situation.

2/ You shall never expect something relationship-like from your sex friend. That includes, no ‘couple-typical’ signs of affection. No dates. No kisses. No cuddles (except if aftercare is necessary and demanded) and no lovey-dovey pet names like baby, honey, darling, love and others.

“No kisses? Are you sure? Cause I think you just kissed me down there.” He stared at you with a smug smirk. You didn’t think about that. “Fair point. See I knew you liked oral.” You smiled and added “(anywhere except down there)” after “kisses”

3/ You shall always wear a condom because a) it keeps babies away and b) it makes you STD-free

“Because you are allowed to fuck other people as stipulated in the 4th Commandment." You announced and saw the confusion in Leon’s blue eyes. “The Fourth Commandment?”

4/ You shall not be exclusive

Yes. Not exclusive at all! He can shove that amazing cock of his where he wants and you can spread your legs for whom you want (even though you’re not really sure someone else would be able to measure up with Leon (literally) or top his sexual performances after what you already experienced). “We’re governmental agents, doomed to leave for long missions, prone to feel lonely. Never close your door on a possible lay when your sheets become too cold. That’s like the kind of rule all friends with benefits have in common. Cause if you’re exclusive, then you’re basically—” “-- a couple?” Leon finished your sentence and you nodded, feeling a weird shiver going down your spine. “Yeah … a couple. And we are not that.” You said as you wrote a big exclamation point after the last commandment, pressing the pen on the paper as strongly as you could to make the mark more than visible while trying to ignore Leon’s silence. “Very well.” But he eventually shrugged and, without further discussion, grabbed your pen to sign at the bottom of the page. “Hope you know you’re signing a pact with a devil, Kennedy.” You humoured, biting your bottom lip to entice him. “ Well, it seems that devil is hot so I don’t mind.” You saw him approach his hand to your face to softly cup your cheek and your eyes instantly widened in alarm. But fortunately for you, before you could say something, he quickly reconsidered his intention and instead pinched your chin to bite your bottom lip. Should have guessed he’d be fast to implement the rules. “Oh, I don’t know about hot.” You straddled his hips, pressing yourself against him, slowly but exactly where needed to make him shiver. “but—“ Soft palms on firm abs. Tender breasts on strong chest. “Wet—“ Pussy on warm cock. “that’s for sure.” “ Fuck. Aren’t you ever tired, woman?” He chuckled between two guttural moans he couldn’t keep to himself. “ What? You need blue pills to keep up, old man?” You teased, aware that he would interpret the mockery as a challenge. “Let me show you who’s old, young lady.”

That was four months ago . And never during those four months did you or Leon make one tiny mistake, respecting your four commandments to the letter like fervent devotees follow the Bible. You learned to please each other, learned the language of your bodies, learned to read the desires written on your shivering skin and in your pleading eyes, or sometimes, just in the very explicit text messages that took Leon quite a while to get used to and to respond to without being too flustered or embarrassed. (The vestige of his short life as a good virtuous rookie or the rigor that goes military training, you supposed). But he eventually got the hang of it.

But not only did you familiarize him with naughty emojis or sexting, you also familiarized him with other forms of kinkiness and everything that went with them. You taught him how to replace all the couple-like affection he might have be tempted to try with more carnal touches. You taught him to bite you, choke you, and spank you, as hard as you wished but always with your consent. You taught him to call you ‘doll’ or ‘kitten’ or ‘good girl’, pushing him to abandon the usual ‘love’ or ‘sweetheart’ that might have been burning his lips quite a few times. And you also taught him what it felt like to be bold and carefree again, to feel alive again, to embrace and tell what he wanted and how he felt, cheekily and unashamed, in ways he used to do when he was your age, ways he had lost long ago and that he sometimes regretted. To sum up, you taught him to be exactly the sex friend you wanted. And he was doing perfect. .. Until the day you realised there was one rule he was not following.

“Of course I’m still hard. I haven’t fucked in weeks.” He could have said ‘I haven’t fucked you in weeks.’ But he said ‘I haven’t fucked in weeks.’ Semantics, maybe. But something you couldn’t perceive as an unimportant detail. Because you know that this lack of ‘you’ as insignificant as it could be actually meant a lot. It meant that Leon was breaching commandment number four, that he was ‘closing his door’ … or maybe he had already closed them.

Alright, you hadn’t welcomed any other partner in your bed in a while, especially since you started fucking Leon on a regular basis. But that’s because the few men you had allowed yourself to get physical with had felt so dull and inefficient in comparison to Leon. In no way had you close your doors! You had just put an intercom and a retinal - and penile - scanner at the entrance, one that only liked Leon’s baby blue eyes - and his cock-, that’s it. Holy fuck, no! What have you done?

“The Fourth Commandment, Leon! The Fourth Commandment!” You repeated, torn apart between reason and pleasure as you could feel Leon pumping in and out of you, his teeth grazing the warm skin of your back. “ What?” He didn’t hear but he could tell there’s something wrong, just by the way you stopped slamming your ass against him. “Stop! Stop now!” You pushed his hands away from your hips and he pulled out to let go you, confused and wondering what he had done wrong. You seemed to enjoy yourself a few seconds ago. “ What’s wrong?” He questioned between two hard breathes, definitely tired though still up to continue what he had started way before Netflix had asked ‘Are you still watching?” “ The Fourth Commandment.” You said again and he frowned, clearly clueless. “ What about the fourth commandment?” You sat on the couch, adjusting your dress and your panties Leon had been too lazy to remove. “Who have you been fucking while I was gone?” Your tone was serious but not as serious as the look in your eyes. And just like that, Leon knew sex was over for tonight. “ Are we really going to talk about this right now?” He didn’t have the impression it was the right moment and neither did his throbbing penis. But Women, right? “ Please answer me.” He sighed deeply and removed the condom from his cock, definitely disappointed but ready to talk since that’s what you wanted to do right now. “No one.” He finally admitted as he pulled his underwear and jeans back on. And it was your turn to sigh, not out of surprise but because you weirdly had hoped for another answer. It would have made things much easier and maybe you could have gone back to your previous activity. “What about Coffee Girl. Emma? Emmy?” You couldn’t remember the exact name of that sun-kissed girl you had seen chatting with Leon a few times at work and truth was you couldn’t care less about it or about her. She was insignificant to you. Just another hopeless-romantic woman goggling at Leon who thinks drawing cute smileys on his morning coffee cups is a daring flirting move. Pfft, Amateur. “Amy?” Yeah. That must be it. Amy. Insignificant Amy, The Coffee Girl. “ Yeah, Amy… What about her?” Leon grimaced and shrugged, unimpressed. “ We had a coffee.” Wow! How original! Drinking coffee with The Coffee Girl. Did not see this coming. “ And …” Please just say you fucked her, Leon! “And nothing!” Damn it! You rolled your eyes and got up from the couch to pace in the living room, wondering how you got in this situation. “Come on. Are you really trying to blame me for not jumping on everything that moves? Cause if that’s the case, you’re the weirdest girl I’ve ever met.” “I thought you liked her.” You complained, remembering that time when he said he actually found her cute and nice. As if he liked them cute and nice… Pfft Pfft Pfft “I did. She’s a sweet girl and all but ... I don’t know, Y/N. I just didn’t want her.” Just like the previous one, that reveal didn’t astonish you because even if your thing with Leon had been more sex(ual) than friend(ly), you knew him enough to know that girls like Amy The Coffee Girl and her adorable smileys were not the ones Leon fancied. Leon liked his women bold, self-assured and strong. He liked chasing them. He liked to be at their service. Not the other way around. He liked them like y-- “Fuck!” You spat, refusing to say the word or to even think about it. But Leon noticed your frustration. “And you? Who did you have sex with while on mission in Alaska? Patrick? After all he seemed interested.” He said it using the very same devil-may-care tone you used to talk about Amy and you reacted the same way he did. “Eww. Gross.” You grimaced. Patrick? Seriously? Of all the men working in the DSO, he chose Patrick? Patrick, Mister I want to be like Leon? Patrick, the Discount Version of him? He surely had to be kidding. You liked your partners to be sweet and devoted, true, but you were perfectly satisfied with the Ultimate Good Boy to wish for another lesser version. “Then who?” Then no one! “See

that’s my point Leon!” You harrumphed. “We are not respecting the fourth commandment. You clearly can’t stick your cock in Coffee Girl.” He scoffed. Well at least, he found that amusing, unlike you “And I can’t even say yes to a man who’s desperate to keep me warm even though it’s like -10°F outside. Don’t you see? We are becoming —” “ A couple?” He finished your sentence the same way he finished it four months ago when you were writing your agreement on a damn notebook, using a glitter pen and his naked sweaty body as desk. And just like four months ago, you shivered at the word. “Yes.” “And that’s freaking you out?” You nodded, suddenly very grave, and he laughed as if the situation was amusing. Wait! Weren’t you supposed to be the reckless one and him the reasonable one? “ Don’t laugh!” You slapped him, annoyed. “That goes against the rules of our agreement.” “What? Laughing?” You glared and he tried to regain his usual seriousness. “We’re still respecting the three others, aren’t we?” Oh my god! Thank god you were. But what did he mean by that? “So technically, we still are very far from being a couple. In fact, I’d say we are more—“ “More what?” “Exclusive Sex Friends.”

[ultraintrovertedgryffindor]

Tentación- Father Antonio (Intruders 2011)

yeah, i'm going to hell...but father antonio just does things to me and i need to write out my desperation (like it even helps alleviate it in the slightest). This is kinda a nonofficial sequel to Salvation In Destruction, but it can be read as a stand alone

Warnings: Literally just fucking in a confessional, need I say more? SMUT (MINORS DNI), semi-public sex (almost getting caught), daddy kink, priest kink, heavy degradation, slight humiliation, teasing, oral (m!receiving), ass and clit spanking, grinding, orgasm denial, forced multiple orgasms, and creampie

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Father Antonio quietly sat in the confession booth and has been for the past few hours. It was a slow morning, only a few members of the church coming in to do their routine confessions, nothing special. Antonio always disliked days like these, sometimes he'd even doze off and almost fall asleep due to the lack of activity. But it was his job, he'd have to see it through until confession time was over.

He soon perked up once he heard the other door of the confessional open and close, the faintest sound of shuffling as whoever it was settling into their seat. "Good morning," Antonio started as he usual did, "how may I help you?" He asked softly, ready to be impartial to whatever this person may confess.

"I'm sorry, Daddy, I've been a naughty girl."

Antonio tried to bite back a smirk as he heard your voice, such a sacrilegious action could only come from you. But he cleared his voice, deciding to play up the role as stern priest. "It's Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned." He instructed.

He heard you chuckle. "Right. I forgot." Sure, you did.

"How long has it been since your last confession?"

"Technically, it was last night." Damn you, he could hear your amusement from beyond the barrier that separated the two of you.

"Oh really? Unusual for a confession to take place at night. But, I'd imagine it would have the same effect as it would during the day. Would that be a correct assumption?"

"Oh, yes. It was...very enlightening." Antonio chuckled, trying not to picture you on your back, legs spread and begging for him to let you come. Enlightening, indeed. "But, I feel I needed to come in for another confession."

"Then please, confess away."

"Ever since I've gotten into this relationship with my boyfriend, I've been tempted to sin every single day. He doesn't make it easier either, always so handsome and willing to do whatever I ask. It's becoming somewhat debilitating."

Antonio smirked, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "Well, maybe you should learn how to set boundaries with this person. Maybe learn a little more self control. Then maybe it wouldn't be so debilitating." He froze as he heard you let out a barely audibly sigh, leaning closer to the barrier to try and hear better.

"But the thing is, Father, just thinking about him...it gets me so riled up immediately." You almost moaned.

Antonio's eyes widened comically as he heard the slightest sound of wetness, a squelching sound that most definitely came from you. He could hear your breathing start to get faster, a dull thud as you leaned your head back against the wall of the confessional. "Are you...? Are you touching yourself right now?" He asked sternly, feeling his cock harden as you choked on a moan as an answer. He could've laughed, but he wasn't going to give in to you that easily. "You succubus. How dare you commit such atrocities in the Lord's house, especially during confession?" All while giving you a proper scolding, Antonio released his cock from the confines of his suit pants, biting his lip as he gave himself a few languid strokes.

"I'm sorry, Father. Are you going to punish me?" You asked innocently.

"Do you think that's what you deserve? Do you really think a whore like you deserves anything from me?"

"Please, I'll be a good girl from now on, I promise. Just please, punish me. Teach me how to be good." You whimpered, slowly rubbing circles on your clit, but it wasn't enough. You needed him, you needed his cock to fill you.

"Come here." Antonio finally ordered, and you were quick to obey. Leaving your own side of the confession booth and opening his door, seeing him waiting patiently with his cock out, your mouth watering as you entered and closed the door behind you. "On your knees." He commanded, grabbing your hair roughly and pulling you towards his dick. "Take it, slut." You wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, hearing the heavenly sound of his first soft moan escaping his mouth. "That's it." He whispered, easing his dick all the way to the back of your throat, a smug smirk adorning his face as he heard you gag. "You like that? You like taking my big cock like a good little slut, huh?" You agreed as best you could, tears already running down your face from how he stretched your throat.

You gasped as he brought you up to face face by your hair, kissing you roughly and pulling down your skirt and underwear, letting it pool around your ankles. "Please, fuck me, Father." You begged, feeling your arousal slowly drip down your inner thighs, the intense desire for him becoming almost painful.

You grinned as he smacked your ass, bringing you down to straddle him. "You'll take what I give you." You bit back a squeal as he used his cockhead to hit your swollen and throbbing clit, grabbing onto your hips and forcing you to grind yourself on him. "How does that feel, baby?" He asked teasingly, feeling how you twitched and squirmed, so desperate to feel more. "You're so wet, mi amor. It's like this pussy's been neglected for years...but we both know that's not true." You blushed furiously at his words, a sense of embarrassment and pride filling you all at once, knowing that he knew he had this effect on you. Him and only him.

Antonio turned you around so your back was facing him, one hand on your hip and the other covering your mouth. Your loud moan thankfully was muffled by his hand as he brought you down on his cock roughly, the stretch so incredibly painful despite being as wet as you were. He pressed your back against his chest, his breath hot and heavy in your ear, pressing soft kisses to your neck as you adjusted to his size. It didn't take you long to start moving your hips in desperation, the booth so hot with your breaths mixing together and forcing yourselves to keep as quiet. "Please..." You whined, just him being inside you still not enough to satisfy you.

"Lord, is nothing ever enough for you?" He hissed in your ear, keeping a firm grip on your throat as he helped you bounce up and down on his dick.

"You feel so good, Antonio." You whimpered, biting your lip hard to keep yourself from moaning too loudly. "Fuck, baby..." Antonio had to do the same, the feeling of your walls clenching him so tightly, it almost made him light headed. But the angle he was fucking you, he was so deep, started to brush up against that special spot inside you, letting out a guttural moan.

Antonio brought his hand back up to cover your mouth, slapping your clit with his other hand, causing you to let out a high pitched squeal. "Quiet, slut. What if someone walks in, huh? Keep your mouth shut and I just might let you come." The reward just sounded too good to resist, you were already to anxious to come, but you needed more stimulation elsewhere.

"Touch my clit, Padre, please." You breathed out.

"No. I haven't decided if I wanna let you come just yet, you haven't even done what I asked of you yet. Be my obedient succubus and we'll see." You almost let out a sob, and you couldn't help but reach down to try and touch yourself, but just falling short before Antonio grabbed onto both of your writs, pinning them behind yourself. "What did I just tell you, puta?" He slapped your clit again, the painful shock causing you to finally let out that sob. "Cállate!" He hissed suddenly, stopping his movements completely; you were about to whine and beg for him to continue until you heard footsteps getting closer and closer until the other door to the confessional booth opened.

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned." The voice of an elderly man spoke.

Antonio cleared his throat before replying to the anonymous person. "How long as it been since your last confession?" He asked, a slight shakiness to his voice that didn't go unnoticed by you, his cock still inside you and twitching in desperation for that sweet friction again, unintentionally edging himself.

The conversation dragged on, feeling like ages and your cunt begging for his cock to start moving inside you again. You slowly started to move your hips, feeling Antonio tense up as your walls started tightening around him. His breathing was heavy and deep, trying to focus on the conversation instead of how you slowly gyrated your hips and how amazing it felt. You hide to hold in your giggles as Antonio had to quickly clasped his hand to cover his own mouth when you made another calculated move to purposely clench around him as he kept trying to give counsel to this old man, still completely unaware of what was happening right next to him, the thin barrier the only thing keeping him from seeing his own priest with his cock buried deep inside you.

It was a couple more minutes before the man finally left, conveniently, the morning turned into the afternoon and that meant no one else was going to be coming in for a confessional, so you and Antonio didn't have to worry about anyone else interrupting you. But that didn't mean he was finally going to give you want you wanted, of course, how stupid could you be to think that? "Please, Father, please," You begged, drool dripping down your neck as he fucked into you relentlessly. "let me come." You sobbed, not caring how you looked or sounded, you only wanted one thing.

"You wanna come, baby?" He growled, a vice grip on your wrists as he continued to piston into you, not letting up even after you started to cry. "Fuck, you're taking me so well, aren't you? You're crying so hard, baby, you sure you can't come from just my cock?"

"I need you to touch my clit, please!" You whined, trying to fight against his hold on wrists, wanting to rub your clit so bad. "Daddy, please."

"Okay, baby." He whispered, reaching down and rubbing viciously slow circles onto your clit. "This what you wanted?"

"Faster, please."

"So polite." He grinned. "You've never failed to use your manners for me, I'm fucking you that good, huh?"

"Yes-!" You screamed out as he quickened his motions on your clit, feeling like liquid fire was flowing through your veins as you instantly reached your peak, seconds away from falling over until he suddenly pulled away. "Antonio!" You sobbed in frustration.

"What is it, baby?" He asked smugly. "Oh, did you want to come?" You nodded furiously. "You just told me to touch your clit, you never specified that you wanted me to make you come. My mistake." You moaned brokenly as he started to rub your clit again, getting you to that peak yet again before denying you that overwhelming pleasure once more. "You haven't told me to make you come yet. I can't give you what you want until you tell me, baby."

"Please, make me come, Daddy. Please, make me come." You begged.

"You never finished your confession." He started, rubbing your clit for a few seconds before pulling away, repeating those same motions. "Finish your confession." He ordered.

"What do you want me to confess?" You stuttered, such a blubbering mess that you could barely make out what you even said yourself.

"Confess, querida. Confess: you're just a filthy little slut who loves to come. Tell me." He smacked your clit, groping your tits roughly, feeling the bruises already starting to form.

"I'm just a filthy little slut," You sobbed, "who loves to come." You gasped loudly as Antonio rubbed your clit at a vigorous pace, compared with his cock slamming into you and brushing up against your cervix, your thighs shook and you spasmed in his hold. "Please, let me come, please, let me come." You begged, so scared that he still wasn't going to allow you to. But you were all too relieved when you finally reached your climax, letting out a loud cry as euphoria overtook you and flooded your senses, so intense that you were sure you blacked out for a few seconds.

"You can give me one more, yeah?" Antonio asked as you brought yourself back down to earth, your back arching and singing precious whimpers as he kept playing with your overstimulated clit.

"No, please, I can't." You panted, the painful pleasure too much for you to handle after just having an orgasm.

"You can. I know you can." You tried pushing his hand away, but he was too strong and you were too weak and limp to do anything about it. "Come for me again, querida." He licked the shell of your ear, gently nibbling on your earlobe as he kept the ruthless pace.

"Stop, baby, please." You begged, unfiltered cries and moans escaping your lips as you felt another orgasm building in your core. "Fuck, ah-!" You yelled as he pinched your clit, fucking into you faster, forcing your orgasm out of you like he was pulling teeth. You dug your nails into his arms that held onto you tightly, hearing him wince as you broke skin when you released on his cock again.

"Good girl, such a good girl." He praised as you came down from your second high, falling completely limp in his arms, his hips below you doing all the work as he chased his own release. "Oh, mierda, I'm gonna come." He groaned, hugging your abdomen and his thrusts become sloppy and erratic. "Beg me to come inside you."

"Please, Daddy, come inside me, please." You cried, turning your head so you could kiss him, gasping as his teeth latched onto your bottom lip. "Fill me up."

Antonio choked on a loud moan as he finally reached his climax, biting down on your shoulder as he released deep inside of you. "Oh, God..." He whispered, kissing where he had bitten you, his movements stilling and falling limp against the wall, his hold softening as he tried to catch his breath. "You did so well for me, mi amor." He smiled tiredly, turning you around in his embrace so he could kiss you properly. "Te amo, mi chica bonita." He whispered affectionately.

"I love you too." You smiled, kissing him one more time before getting off of him. "I feel sorry for whoever has to clean this mess up." You giggled.

Antonio rolled his eyes. "Me. It's gonna be me, you know damn well. But I don't mind." He smirked, helping you back into your skirt, using two of his fingers to push his cum back inside you before pulling your underwear back on. "You better not let a single drop escape this precious cunt, understand? Or else I will punish you when we get home."

~~~~~~~~~~

alright, that's it. i'm gonna turn myself in to the horny police so they can send me to horny jail where i'll live out the rest of my days branded as someone who was too horny for their own good✌🏻

[theycallmebecca]

18+ Drabble: Naughty Fun at the Pumpkin Patch

This is for day for of the HBC Kinky Halloween for @the-ce-horniest-book-club​ and I was originally just going to do a mood board with an imagine to go with... but then I found myself wanting to actually write the imagine in a short drabble. So here you go.

I didn’t expect this one to get as smutty as it did... but it’s been awhile since I’ve written anything smutty and I forgot how much I love it but also how hard it is.

Title: Naughty Fun at the Pumpkin Patch

Pairing: modern AU!Ari Levinson x female reader

Rating: R

Warnings: semi-graphic sex, language

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

18+ Disclaimer: This work contains sexual material that is for those over the age of 18. By clicking the keep reading link below, you are agreeing that you are over the age of 18 and are not offended by sexual content.

When Ari had suggested attending a local pumpkin patch’s grown up night that had food carts from several local restaurants and breweries, you had been game. You’d loved going to the pumpkin patch as a kid and being able to relive it as an adult sounded fun.

The two of you arrived about an hour before sunset to do the normal pumpkin patch things--pick out pumpkins, go on a hayride and explore the corn maze--since most of the grown up stuff wasn’t happening until after dark.

Once your pumpkins were in the car and a blanket retrieved, the two of you bought dinner and drinks then found a table, preparing to listen to the band that was setting up on stage.

Before the band started, the owner of the pumpkin patch came on stages to welcome everyone to the event. The focus of night’s activities would be mostly in the barn yard where everyone was, but there would still be hayrides if people wanted to go on them.

"We should go again,” Ari said, softly.

“Sure,” you replied.

After the owner left the stage, the first band started to play and you and Ari went back to eating your dinner.

Once your meals and first drinks were finished, Ari ushered you to the hayrides line. There were a few other couples waiting, but not many.

Since you and Ari had ridden it earlier, you knew that there would be plenty of space for all of you to spread out in the back of the horse drawn wagon.

Except, it turned out, that the other couples were all together in a group and wanted to sit close together, leaving you and Ari virtually all alone on the other side of the wagon. 

Ever the gentleman, Ari spread the blanket over the two of you, to keep the fall chill at bay.

Or so you thought, until you felt his hands rustling with the button of your pants.

“What are you doing?” you hissed.

��Having a little fun,” he replied, leaning over and nipping at your ear. Then he whispered, “Fulfilling a fantasy of yours.”

You bit down on your tongue as his fingers successfully unbuttoned your pants and slid the zipper down.

Just a week or so before, you’d confessed to being interested in having sex in public with him. In your head, though, you’d pictured doing it while camping or some place else where the two of you were alone but could be stumbled upon. You hadn’t imagined this. Having sex or even foreplay on the back of a wagon with people sort of nearby.

“Relax,” Ari whispered. “Trust me.”

You did trust him.

To prove it to him, and maybe yourself, you reached your hand under the blanket and found the front of his jeans.

He hissed into your ear as your hand caressed his cock through the rough material.

“You should have worn a fucking skirt,” he muttered as his hand gave up trying to slip into your jeans and moved to the apex of your tights over your jeans.

“Maybe if you’d told me what you had planned, I would have,” you retorted in a hushed tone. You leaned into his touch, wishing desperately that you could feel his skin on yours.

“Damn, it’s cold,” he said, louder than necessary. “I’m not used to this cold northern climate yet. It doesn’t get like this in Florida, I don’t know how y’all stand it.”

Establishing himself as a suspected tourist gave him the ability to pull the blanket up to your neck, but the blanket wasn’t wide enough for you.

“I’d better sit in your lap,” you said. “Body heat and all that.”

Carefully, you stood and then sat down on his lap, bringing the blanket up to your neck. In the new position, Ari had to hold on your waist, but it gave you the freedom to have a little fun.

Under the guise of trying to get settled, you wiggled your ass against the front of his pants, earning yourself a muttered cuss word or two from him, but also encouraging other parts of him.

“Spread your legs and hold on to the blanket,” Ari softly ordered.

You waited a second too long to grab the blanket and nearly lost it as Ari shoved his hand into your panties and found your clit. You had to bite down on your lower lip to keep from crying out as you felt his other hand slide under your bra and cup one of your breasts.

“Grind against me,” he instructed.

By the time the horses got back to the starting spot, you and Ari were both more than ready to get off and not just off the wagon.

“Let’s find some place,” Ari said after the two of you had gotten down. “I can’t wait until we get home.”

“Me either,” you replied as you held onto the blanket with one hand and held your pants up with the other.

“The corn maze,” he ultimately decided, after surveying the grounds. “No one going into the maze in the dark is going to actually do that maze.”

Which is how you found yourself on the blanket a couple minutes later, your jeans and panties hanging off one leg as he fucked you.

“Lift your shirt up,” he ordered. “Fuck, I need to see your tits.”

“Suck them,” you ordered back as soon as you freed them. “Please.”

Leaning forward, he captured one nipple in his mouth and sucked, sending pleasure signals directly to the bundle of nerves between your legs.

Maybe it was the foreplay on the hayride. Or maybe it was the thrill of having sex someplace that the two of you could be stumbled upon, but whatever it was, it didn’t take much before you came and Ari’s own release followed you.

It was only as you laid there panting with Ari’s face resting on your breast that you heard similar noises coming from elsewhere amongst the corn stalks.

[stardancerluv]

Breathless From Afar

Kinktober - 6th Post - Alex Law - Phone Sex

Summary: First time reader and Alex are a part. You miss him.

Warning: phone sex, mutual masturbation, teasing

Note: This is the Alex, Reader dynamic from Being a Good Friend.

Alex was away on assignment. This was the first time you were apart as a couple. You missed him and even how he could sometimes act like an asshole. Though he was mellowing, you definitely brought out his sweeter side. Though, sometimes he could still be mean to anyone who wasn’t you, Juliet or David or now even Rose.

It was day three of him on his week away. The story was awesome, juicy as he said. He was able to really sink his teeth into it. His editor was going to love it. You were sure you would too.

But right now, you were tossing and turning. You missed be cuddled up to him, even if sometimes it was his back. He tended to be restless in his sleep occasionally if he wasn’t stealing a blanket or two.

You grabbed your phone and eyed the phone. You blinked and realized it was three in the morning. You sighed heavily.

Against your better judgement, you opened your phone and looked at some selfies the two of you too, some he took to surprise you. You reread some old texts between the two of you. That was your big mistake.

Your heart began to speed up when you did. He could be such a naughty thing. Biting your bottom like you, decided to call. He may even be up working on his story.

You heard some shuffling. “Baby, are you ok?” You could practically see his auburn hair messy from his sleep and as he rubbed an eye in order try and wake up.

“I am. I was hoping you’d be awake working on your story.”

You heard him sigh, probably rolling onto his back. “I was,” There was a pause probably looking at the clock. “Maybe a hour ago, maybe a little more.”

“Oh damn. Sorry.”

“Its ok. I love hearing from my girl.”

You beamed and flushed, how he managed to do both was his secret weapon against you.

“She missed you lots.”

“Even though you don’t have to steal any blanket’s back?” His voice becoming clearer as he chuckled.

“Yes.” You swallowed. “I miss feeling you beside me. It’s just not the same.”

“Oh do you.” His voice now dipped into that playful tone that only he could do. You were done for before anything else even needed to be said between the two of you.

“Yes, damn you. You have me addicted.”

A part of you felt bad, you shouldn’t done this. You remembered how one day, when you were both talking late into the night and sharing your deepest and darkest secrets he had confessed you, that when he had gone through a horribly dry spell and was well tired of trying to meet someone decent and had long since grown tired of one night stands, he had grown very fond of calling sex hot lines. The writer in him was able imagine a lot.

Though his wallet and hand grew tired of it, he kept it up since the part that was well lonely needed it. Eventually, the costs had become too much and he had stoped.

You hoped this wouldn’t rekindle some compulsion.

“Baby? Baby did you only call to tease and fall asleep.” He was awake now.

“What oh..no! Just thinking of you.”

“Oh ok.” He snickered. “I had said dramatically, you are just addicted to what’s between my legs not my brain.” He laughed loudly and deeply at his own joke.

But he got you. Now you had visions of him and your want for him pulled you hard in your gut.

“Alex you are horrible.” You said exasperated, you hoped you didn’t sound breathless. He wouldn’t know if you pulled up on his t-shirt you were wearing.

“Tell me, I’m wrong then.” He paused. He was smirking and you knew it. “You’re thinking of me and what I’d do if I was there.”

“Yes, damn you.”

He chuckled, but it stopped almost as soon as it began. “Are you wearing just my t-shirt or my t-shirt and a pair of your panties so that great ass of yours doesn’t get cold?”

You grew even more breathless and now even a little wet. Well damn, just hearing him made you wet. It had been a very long three days.

“How did you know?”

“Because I know I am not there to keep that ass warm. With my hands or my body as I hold you.”

“Yes.”

“Tell me, baby wouldn’t it be nice if I was there.” He gently teased.

“Yes, I miss you.”

“I miss you, too baby.” You heard him move around before he spoke again. “I’d have you cuddled up to me but with your ass against me.”

“Oh?” Your heart thudded faster, harder.

“Yes.” He purred. “I’d reach around and cup you. I’d want to feel how wet I made your panties by just being there.”

“I’d like that.”

“Then do it for me baby. Cup yourself and tell me, am I making you wet?”

“Alex.” You whimpered.

“Do it.”

You gave a strangled sigh. Your pulse felt harder and fast there. The cotton was wet all the way through. “You made very wet.” You admitted.

“As I should.” He snickered, it was a delightfully evil sound. “Slip your hand in baby.”

“But Alex.”

“What? I’d do it if I was there.”

A soft gasp and moan came from you. You had not realized just how sensitive you were.

“How does that feel baby? Can you imagine my fingers just barely touching you? They would be teasing you like I enjoy doing.”

“Yes.” You could barely say even that.

He gave his own strangled sigh. It was electric, you made your own sound in response to it. “Baby, you can tell I just removed my cock from my boxers?”

You made a deep sound and nodded. “Yes.” You breathed.

“I wish these were my fingers I have wrapped around myself.”

“Oh Alex.” You grew wetter.

“I am so hard for you baby. But you know what? I’d just let you feel it pressed up against you. I’d want you to first cum against my fingers as I’d tease and rub at you.”

“Alex please.” You pleaded.

“What are you being my good girl and touching yourself? Are you wishing, wanting my fingers?”

You swallowed hard barely not choking on the air you forced into your lungs. “I am.”

“Then do it. Move your fingers I want to hear you baby.”

“Ok.” Your voice was weak with your need for him.

You were barely able to keep your phone balanced on your shoulder as you gave yourself up to touching yourself. Your eyes closed as you imagined him.

“That’s it. Yes.” You heard him encourage. His own was breathless. “So wet for me baby. Don’t want. Do it faster. I want to slide my cock so badly into you why you are still shuddering from what my fingers have done.”

You arched up from your bed, and moaning louder you came hard. A breath later and you collapsed, and was a panting mess on your bed. The sheets under you a wrinkled mess.

With your other hand that trembled in the after glow brought your phone back to your ear. You could hear his own sounds and you loved it.

“Yes, Alex you’re inside. Mmm, you feel so good.” You couldn’t resist you did reach down, and slid in two fingers. Wasn’t even close to how his two fingers or even his cock would feel but it still felt damn good.

“Yes.” He called out and you heard as he choked on his pleasure. The bed he was on squeaked. You worried distracted at what kind of place the paper put him up at. But just the you heard him, his panting as he tried to regain his breath and voice the idea floated away.

“Baby, oh baby.” He sighed. “I can’t wait to wrap myself around you.” His voice a little calmer.

“Me too.” You rolled over to get comfortable and pulled your blanket back around you.

“I’m coming home tomorrow. So you had better watch out. Wear one of your cute little skirts. I may not want to wait till we are home.”

You choked then.

And he chuckled. “Yes, that’s right baby. I finished early, I will be home tomorrow after noon.”

Was it bad, you got excited all over again. “I can’t wait.” Your voice you hoped didn’t portray your excitement, you knew distantly you both needed sleep now even more so.

“Now baby, pull those wonderful fingers back. I’d be licking them if I were there. You need your sleep.”

“But Alex.” You pouted.

“You know I’m right baby. And it will make you enjoy my cock all the more.” He chuckled.

“You are killing me Alex Law.” You said desperately.

“You love it. Now go to sleep.”

“Ok. Good night.”

“Good night, baby.”

And with a smile on your face, you ended the call and fell asleep not long after.

@mac-n-cheesie @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @brookisbi @johallzy @chogisss @calcifor @i-love-scott-mccall @stardust-and-starlight @the-mandalorian-clone-lover @sithonis @xbrex @hollow-r-us @unfilteredmoonchild @thebeckyjolene @dogmatic255

[sugar-petals]

hey angel (m)

♡  sub!felix + reader 

↳ The JYP Halloween party is ditched on short notice. That means: You have a down-to-celebrate boyfriend in full angel costume on your hands.

words. 5k 

tags. domestic au, finger sucking, hickeys, latex, corruption kink, fingering, vaginal sex, footjob, harnesses, cunnilingus, kitten antics, edging, aftercare 

★⎡CARO’S NOTE⎦› here goes the cutie on duty 👼

genre. domestic + smut/crack

„So sorry mate,“ Bang Chan’s voice resounds through the speaker. „I thought it could work but… We can’t celebrate tonight. Really sorry, Felix. Changbin and I already got dressed up too, but, you know things got shut down. JYP won’t let us with the Corona rules and stuff.“

„Oh no…“

„Yeah, man. Looks like we’ll have to do it next year.“

„You even prepared the food already, right?“

„We’re handing it out to staff and eat it at home. I know, it sucks. I spent half the morning in the kitchen. I can like keep the pumpkin cookies so you can eat them tomorrow after practice or so.“

„I feel so sorry Chan… and thank you.“

„I’ll be calling Hyunjin and Han now as well. Really sorry we’re cancelling short notice. I hope you’re still having a nice evening bro. Maybe we can make it happen for Christmas.“

„Okay. Cheers mate.“

„Yeah, cheers.“

Felix puts his phone down looking more than deflated in his angel costume, puffs out a big sigh. You can tell he really looked forward to this. Just an hour before, you bothered to sew the wings in place rather than rely on the wobbly back-pack like construction that came with it. 

They’re firmly attached to his white top now, and all for nothing. He glued them together by himself with a pack of synthetic feathers ordered on Etsy for a ridiculous shipping cost, along with a little halo that he clipped into his hair. Which, because maybe it really does sense his mood, dangles low and even a bit lopsided over his head.

„It’s the party of the year,“ Felix flops down on the living room couch. “I can’t believe this.“

You sit down opposite to him, starting to clean off the table where masses of cosmetic products and leftover feathers have piles up.

„Next time, Lixie. We can keep the costume. Poor Chan, he organized the living shit out of everything.“

„I’ll just go and shower, get this off, and stuff,“ he points at his face. Felix applied his own makeup with a little help from you here and there, including some golden sparkles. Just yesterday, he bleached his hair. It’s sculpted down to every strand with hair spray now. Felix unties his sneakers with the little gold stars on. Just before he starts plucking off his halo, you get an idea, pick up your phone from the table.

„Wait— Let’s at least make some pictures with your phone, you put so much effort in this. You look so cute. The fans might want to see it as well.“

„Oh! You’re right,“ Felix stops right in his tracks. „For Instagram.“

After tightening his sneakers again and you making sure the halo sights right, Felix walks around your flat in search for a nice backdrop. You follow, quickly flipping through some filters to try, and adjusting the flash on the camera.

After posing at the fridge — strange idea — and in the bathroom turns out a little awkward as well, you decide that such an elaborate costume needs a themed background, and only the bedroom offers just that. You recently changed the duvet to sky blue sheets with clouds on them. The overall interior is mostly clean white as well, with some thrifted vintage furniture. Fairy lights, heavy curtains, a wooden ceiling. Perfect.

„We’ll caption it as… post your own stay-at-home costume, something like that,“ Felix plops down on the bed, acting as if he just took a seat on the cloud in the very middle.

„Sounds pretty good,“ you press release, and the first picture pops up on your screen. „Can you turn a little towards the light? That the sparkles are showing.“

„Yay, I love the sparkles!“

„Just like this, just like this. Don’t move. The sparkles!“

A five-picture series of more snapshots ensues, with you adjusting Felix’s face a few times by hand, even, turning his chin by sheer millimeters to find the perfect angle. He’s stunning.

„I have another idea.“

„Oh?“

„I remember what I wore for Halloween three years ago. The costume must be somewhere. I think it fits together with yours.“

„What, oh wow?“

„What was it again, wait…“

You already begin to sort through your wardrobe, checking each hanger, each drawer, end up where you store your socks, and finally pull out a larger plastic zip bag from the very depths of all that chaos. There it is. Nice.

„Lix, if you’d turn around for me, please.“

He immediately does. Blushing.

„Thank you, angel.“

You pull off your sweat pants, your grey shirt, socks, your bra. Time to dress up. Only your simple black panties stay on. On goes a pair of scarlet stockings, snug and high. Then, a dark red latex skirt that goes in big circles and flounces, down to the mid-thigh. 

Added: A tight sleeveless peplum top that admittedly… and deliberately squeezes your boobs a little. Not too much. More important is that your nipples are showing right through, and the cleavage is sweeping, every demon would be salivating at your feet. If an angel does: Remains to be tested.

Around your waist and chest and over your shoulder goes a black harness, pulling everything together. Some very pointed, glossy pumps with thin heels complete the costume. They’re not crafted to be walked on in the very least, their balance is terrible. You’re planning something else with them. Cherry on top: Devil horn headband. Really curved and pointy, too. Can’t go wrong. You click your tongue and take a spin. The skirt flares out perfectly. Ready to go.

„Felix, time to turn around.“

He does. You can tell he didn’t cheat.

„You’re, you’re so hot in this,“ Felix buries his face right in the comfort of his sweater paws, hoping they would not give away his embarrassed little face. But — his voice does, effortlessly so.

„Come on, have a look at me. Real closely, angel, come. You’re allowed to.“

Felix gazes through his fingers with what sounds like a little meep! in a much more high-pitched tone than his usual speaking range. He’s cute.

„Hey pum’kin. Miss Lucifer speaking. Where’s the barbecue?“

Felix and you recently agreed that hell must be one big and extremely hot cave where everyone’s grilling and having a good time. Australia, essentially.

„Welp!“

„Damn right. Infiltrating God’s realm one cloud at a time. Any last words?“

„It’s so intimidating!“

Felix digs himself into a mountain of pillows on the bed, with only his eyes and nose peeking out. You shrug, adjust your horns.

„Hm. Time for my first satanic act I guess.“

„Oh no!“

„Wait just one minute, be a sweet and patient boy.“

You leave Yongbok confused given that you’re quick to hurry to the kitchen. However, what you return with puts a giggle on his lips right away.

„Boom. It is served.“

„Yes, yes, please!“

Poufy black cocoa cupcakes. The ones with the cute little ghost frosting on it, and the melted chocolate inside. Felix finds them irresistable since the last Halloween party, to the point where you bake them mid-July. The current set of cupcakes was meant to be a contribution to Bang Chan’s eerie and delectable buffet. As for now, they’re in deep need of someone hungry since you made a lot of them, assuming a post-workout Changbin would devour at least five or more.

„Good move,“ he admits, a little shaky, and you proceed to tray the cupcakes on the bed — stuffing Felix for a solid ten minutes until there’s chocolate all over his face. What you’ll be quick to confess is that you’ve been deliberately messy feeding him, with all the crumbs in particular.

„Spoiled honey bun,“ you plant a kiss on top of his head.

„These taste so good, I swear.“

Next up is Felix who has to carefully maneuver the sweet treats into your mouth without spoiling your outfit.

„If you get crumbs into my cleavage, I can’t put your face in there later you know.“

Fierce nodding.

„That’s the spirit.“

Under your eagle eyes, he proves to be an obedient little cherub doing his job pretty well. The cakes are delicious in how spongy they are, and the liquid chocolate warms up so well on the tongue, it melts even more. You’re more than pleased and have Felix store away the remaining four pieces only after quite a while.

„I’ll have them for Brekkie, woo!“ is what he’s fast to proclaim, and you agree he’ll need them the next morning. Once you’re done with him, that’s gonna count as a hangover even Chan’s wildest party couldn’t give him.

„We’re talking dinner first, Felix.“

At this point, all the sugar is kicking in. Or it’s the chocolate being some kind of aphrodisiac. Whatever, could be either, you’re feeling like you’re up there at the ceiling, and you’re not the only one. Felix coming back to the bedroom so bouncy and cutieful just gets you even more in the mood.

You sit at the edge of the bed, slanting backward just a little. „You look like you need some more corruption, I won’t lie,“ you pat your lap, beckoning. He can ditch wifi because this is his favorite hot spot waiting for him. Felix sits down looking tiny as ever, eyes full of anticipation and his pants full of… big fat late night erection.

„I don’t mind at all, Miss. I don’t, oh my god…“ he mumbles into his nonexistent Aussie trucker beard, and you’re clear that whatever the skirt did to him, his brain must be doing kangaroo somersaults right now. In the meantime, something very eager is poking right at your lower belly. Captain Boomerang already came fully armed tonight and the Suicide Squad isn’t even anywhere near to be seen.

„Oh hey hey, cupcake. Getting really big there,“ you wipe at the curled little corners of his mouth. Some crumbs come off. His lips already twitch the way you know they want to do naughty things on you. He doesn’t seem to notice. Autopilot Felix has already taken over.

„Don’t hurry with it,“ he stares, mouth half-open, but his little grinds prove him a dirty — in an entirely direct sense — fucking liar. Like he’s literally rubbing himself against your stomach.

„Boy oh boy. You’re not even trying.“

„I’m fucked!“ is what Felix soon realizes with the daggers you’re shooting at him through your hopefully very satanic-looking eyes right now. Alongside catching up with his darn hips doing their own thing.

„You are.“

„I’m sorry for grinding, God help me!“

„He won’t. Cuz I’m here on your cloud. Cue stage number two of my demonic plan. Safeword?“

„It’s chocolate!“

„Mh. Good pick.“

The rest as usual. Tapping the thigh, yellow for pause, towels plus water ready, and always double-checking the lube in case of Jisung putting a glass of vegemite under your bed as his latest practical joke. Yes, it happened. It’s a whole new level of demonic. On the other hand: perhaps Felix’ ass could’ve actually handled it, Made in Australia it is. 

„Let’s go honey angel,“ you curl at his hair with a little finger just to tease him a little more. The answer is a little meow, at this point Felix’ communication skills have simplified to kitten vocabulary which always happens when he is nervous and looking forward to something.

Next thing poor Felix knows, his face has entered the scorching satanic abyss that is your cleavage. Literally, you’re burning up. It’s fucking October and Felix has you breaking a sweat from all your horniness (literally, your horns are just that chic) already. Twice the reason to punish the shit out of him. If that can be considered anything near a punishment.

A shower of various „Mh— nh!“ and mewling noises comes to rain down on you while Felix face takes a trip down mammary lane, and that, too, is literal. He’s salivating. So much about rain. Actually, great lubrication. Felix always does things best by instinct.

„Yes, good boy. Great job.“

Now that his mouth is wet already, you’re unceremonious about shoving your fingers right down his throat after he resurfaces. Blushed, hard, and ready to choke himself since he’s already running short on breath. It doesn’t take long until he’s gagging himself stupid and the sparkles under his eyes start running.

„Pretty, pretty,“ you lean down a little, kissing his nose. „Give me all you got.“

„Gh—gch—“

The answer is as slobbery and unintelligible as can be. To a normal human, at least. You’re a demonic top. That automatically means having an Ivy League major in gag noise translation.

„Oh yes, I know,“ you stroke his hair, using your free hand that usually rests at the back of his neck. „Talk to me about it. Exactly what I was thinking. Do go on.“

And he does, louder than ever. If there’s one satisfying sound, it’s this, that heavenly deep voice doing all kinds of nasty acrobatics is making you go crazy. That Felix is absolutely close to cumming in his angel pants is very much clear to you given how the veins and muscles on his neck are having a chaotic Halloween party on their own.

Which includes his tongue taking turns on your two fingers as well. And a wide-eyed Felix struggling, swallowing, holding on to your shoulders with his little feet twitching in their sneakers. Like mad… and you love it. But also — hopelessly sucking and moaning and slurping and squealing until his neck has way too much saliva on it for you not to make it your next target. Felix is so good at this. Way too good.

„Looks delicious,“ you lean in, your hair tickles his ears. And now, you’re busy nibbling, biting a little… and most importantly, giving Felix a wet hickey that will send his makeup artist — my God, you really torture the unsuspecting man almost weekly — into a meltdown. Rowdy and unholy is the look you’re going for.

In the meantime, Felix is still wrapped up trying to hit your fingers at the back of his throat. If his cute bouncy run and rude boner moment didn’t turn you on already, now you would be. The way he’s just sucking in his own spit makes you realize that you won’t ever need a fire brigade for your flat.

You emerge from his neck and raise your brows. Felix is just hard-wired to impress. „Just how much saliva can you produce!“

„Ch… Mnh— Nh…“

Hitting some more complex syntax and consonants there, is he.

„Oh, I get it now. You stayed hydrated during the day. Thanks for explaining, mate. That’s the secret.“

Whether that’s perfectly scientifically correct down to the enzyme theory and shit neither of you can google right now. At least you know that you’re both drenched on either end so that’s that.

Once Felix is so horny from deepthroating your damn hand that he has pull off and yellow-word, you’re already prepared for introducing a new position which you can prepare while he’s gathering himself and wiping off his chin. You hand him a second towel for his neck, and present him a little hand mirror to see how the hickey turned out.

„It’s shaped like, hm,“ he pants, words still slurring a little. „I dunno! It’s really cute!“

„Let me see… No doubt that’s a rice cake hickey. That’s the shape.“

„You’re right!“

And off he goes snapping a selfie with it while you get comfortable on your back, cleaning your own fingers.

„Just don’t upload that one to Insta instead of the cloud shots, we’re not gonna survive another Manager call at 1:15 AM.“

„Can I use your phone for it? That’s where it’s supposed to be on, anyway.“

Felix giggles a little. That cute brat. Always knowing how it’s done.

„Sure babe!“

And voilà, Felix is already occupied setting a good view of his new rice cake-shaped friend as your phone background. Good thing, helps his erection cool down a little, he was about to blow up his poor white pants. The acceptable unfair feat being that he’s just riling you up even more like that on the other hand.

„If you come to mommy now,“ you wriggle one foot in the air, the other splayed on the duvet, knee slightly bent. „Rubbing her pussy and doing your thing, you know how it goes.“

„Angel duties calling! What am I doing!“

At the speed of sound, Felix stores your phone back on the bedside table and crawls over in an instant. He props his chin on your abdomen and blinks.

„Sorry Ma’am. At your service. Never wanna keep you waiting.“

A big smile rouses his cheeks, and you boop them from either side. His peach fuzz is so soft and his eyes are so beautifully dark. You don’t waste any time keeping your skirt down for any longer. Another blink and Felix is already pawing — well, kneading and caressing technically — between your legs. He’s visibly understanding just how wet the whole finger sucking circus has left you now.

„What if I used my heels on your cock, boo. Still no cumming. Just my heels and my lil’ prince.“

Satanic plan stage number three. Felix has gotten to savor it last Christmas and for his birthday, and some time around the holidays in summer.

„I love it yay!“ Felix claps his hands. Baby, baby.

„C’mere then. Just keep on rubbing.“

His arms are fairly long enough. While you’re dragging the slender heels of either shoe right across the outlines on his crotch, Felix, eyes loosely closed, maintains a steady rhythm on your clit with three fingers lined up on the fabric of your panties.

„Oh fucking hell, Felix, shit—“

Whenever you masturbate, that alone would never do. You’d get frustrated after a while. Need more stimulation. But when Felix is on angel duty to keep your pussy soaked, it doesn’t need much to make your clit throb, even with your underwear still on. Guess that God’s little helpers know how to work their magic to make your head spin.

He’s hitting the right spot, with the right moves, and his other hand doesn’t miss out on a single opportunity to stroke at both the in- and outside of your thighs. The touch is so subtle, you twitch. Felix strokes on, delirious himself. His eyelids flutter.

„Fuck…“

Despite the little pause from earlier taking out most of his tension, your heels leave Felix with pants that are even more bulged out. That’s making it easy to direct your feet to jerk up and down at either side. You’d never know either of you would be so into this. Foot fetish and all.

Once he’s edged you to the point of moans, last thing you properly remember is calling it quits with the panties and telling him to line himself up. The heels kicked off, the skirt still on, you decide that unpacking your Halloween treat has been long overdue. You slide his pants down, roll down a pink condom, and grab his cock at the base to glide it all over your wet lips.

„Lix, come fuck me. You got me all horny. Satan is recruiting.“

„With me it’s not sinning,“ he smiles, brighter than the sun and you do right along. It’d be hard not to. Felix truly has the innocence of a virgin, the subtle confidence of an intermediate, the caution of a pro, and the kindness of a real veteran.

„You’re right about that Felix,“ you say, prop your entrance at the very tip, let the wetness do its job. „Come kiss your honey girl.“

And he does. Entering you with care for the right angle, letting your hip do the rest. What’s been circling and sucking your fingers so deliciously is now doing a hot job teasing and pleasing your tongue all over. His lips are amazingly soft and plump, they open so gently and feel electric on yours. A gentle squeeze around your left breast sparks a moan into the kiss from you. It’s Felix massaging your breasts while deepening his penetration, and you can tell the vegemite can stay under the bed today. You can tell Felix is getting more than flustered knowing it was all him who made you this dripping wet.

Even his dick seems to blush in sync. It’s fucking pink and red. Oh wait, that’s the condom. But knowing him and from your viewpoint, it’s still more flushed than before, no kidding. Faithfully pumping in and out of you at its full length now. You wrap your legs around his waist, the thrusts become deeper, shorter, parting you open much more, and filling you out so properly.

„So good. Right there, angel. Just right there. I’m loving that.“

Felix has a great dick. Best handy size, the girth’s comfortable, all nice and bendy, virtually no curve, you can always gyrate on it in any way and even take a complete 180 if you go from cowgirl to reverse (which you’d be doing right now but he’d crush his wings if he were on his back like that so no). Cherry on top, compact but soft balls that don’t steal the show but still do the trick during doggy. They’re whipping up the best cum in the world, so.

The slow kissing goes on and on and Felix tries to walk the tightrope of neither letting your pussy lips suck the orgasm out of him, nor making you cream his cock with shaky legs from all that gorgeous sloppy friction, and the kissing, and his sweet cherry shampoo scent that has your brain in absolute limbo.

With everything hanging by a thread like that, every kiss becomes special and full of a suspense that makes your lips tremble — either set, and Felix can hardly bear it himself.

His little halo is dangling back and forth, and you can tell by his face that all that thrusting has him in serious trouble. And you? Are fucking leaking and groaning, and that little shallow series of first contractions before your orgasm is already preparing you.

The sugar high from the cupcakes is fading, but your adrenaline is sure to replace it. You just want Felix to fuck you more and rock against him, and hold his head, and kiss him. God, his mouth is so warm and inviting, tastes so good like cocoa.

The pace joins yours without any effort, it adapts when your rhythm changes, and it stabilizes everything when you’re currently riding the high of his cock really filling you out so you can clench your muscles around him, feel him and tell him just you wait, I’ll milk you. He’s such a good kisser. You can feel all of your wetness running down your ass like it’s Christmas.

„Felix, I’m overflowing.“

„I’m so sorry,“ he whines into the kiss. „I’ll be washing the sheets.“

„Listen, baby,“ you break the tongue-on-tongue, „you doing laundry is really sexy. But the overflow is the best part. Just look what you’re doing to my body.“

You could ravage him on the spot. He’d probably lose it and cum in two seconds. Holding yourself before the edge is so tough right now.

„Shit… yellow again. Need a moment.“

Felix has to resort to a bit of cockwarming, and you use the little break to rid yourself off the harness. It’s not perfectly comfortable when you’re lying down. You’re about to fling it off the bed that Felix asks to wear it. Oh. Very well. It actually goes as a nice contrast on his white top, and the straps make it easy to adjust to him. And he wants it to sit on him really tightly. Oh again.

You realize—

On you, it’s only a fashion piece. Something random that came with the costume.

On him: It’s kinky.

„Hey hey. You look sexy, pum’kin,“ you pat at his chest. „Look at your waist, wow.“

Your sweet boy. It’s like it’s made for him. So cinched and the exact opposite of his costume. He’s a corrupted, dirty angel now, it’s perfect. With his pink neck and all sweaty face, and his little puppy gaze that will haunt you in your sex dreams because it literally just gets into your pants so much. Oh god, you just wanna cum. You have to distract yourself with chaste images of Felix washing the dishes or writing grocery lists with little hearts and emojis on them but that just makes it five times worse.

The way he puts the harness on with his dick inside you is so mouthwatering and cumworthy, you can’t wait to resume and switch your own brains off on that angel cock. Once Felix is ready to exit phase yellow and resume the session, your hands magically gravitate towards the straps of the harness at this waist.

„Can I?“

„M—hm!“

You have the time of your life grabbing and guiding him by the harness, controlling every thrust. Felix clenches up his teeth from how lavishly his cock is squeezing into your pussy.

„Oh babe,“ you groan out. „Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Come on, angel.“

He’s not going to take it much longer. Felix is tensing all over, neck to the knees, it’s a huge shock wave in the making. That climax is going to be like a fucking punch into outer space.

„I’m really at my limit, I’m, I’m…!“

„Cum for me, angel,“ you reach to his neck to bring his lips down again. Your mouths going into shaky contact brings a big soaring moan with it.

„Ahn—!“

You lock lips, his face scrunches up, and you can tell that cum worth of three orgasms is currently pooling into the condom. You don’t belong to the mile high club, but going by how far up this feels, you might as well be. Those sweet shivers. And the little whines. It’s all too much for him, this one got him bad. Felix cumming is like the angels really are singing. With bells and harps and all that shit at once.

After pulling out, the ruined condom goes off lightning fast. Felix’ cock gets some much-needed cooling, but his face is on heavy duty. How he does it after almost getting his lights turned off, it’s a mystery, it must have been six whole loads he shot into you. You’d already be collapsing in his shoes. Felix still being able to put his mouth to work is an act of divine intervention. Honestly though, it doesn’t even take half a minute. Sloppy head from Felix is cryptonite, your stamina comes tumbling down. His tongue just knocks you out with an overwhelming rush of pleasure.

“Oh— yes...”

What is gravity? You don’t know what north and south mean anymore. He laps and sucks you through your high and your legs give up their soldier service. All you see it fluffy blonde strands of hair peeking from below your skirt, a glimpse of the harness, the rest is heavy growling and swearing from all of the contractions and Felix getting raw and dirty Down Under with no fears, literally none, to bury his face and move it around and let his tongue loose. Time and again Felix shows you he’s a swallower. Satanic agenda: success.

For tonight, your pussy will be nothing but glitter, cum, and spit. Swollen like crazy, properly fucked, and tipped to the absolute limit. Felix keeps on slicking up his face completely, and then brings you into the afterglow with his fingers. One at a time, barely adding stimulation. Just fetching you where you are and climbing down. Looks like you’ll share the cupcakes, this is a couple hangover in the making. In Felix’ case in particular. It’s like he signed up for testing a mad scientist’s latest designer drug.

„Wow wow… So you served me choco cupcakes and God’s menu,“ is the last thing he can say in his delirium before falling over. He’s so fucked out and went so wild on eating you, a part of the harness came off. Thank god his nose is so small, all that swiping could’ve broken the bridge and whatnot. And his lips, they’re twice as plump. You really have to compliment in on what his mouth has done today because that was some champ shit.

You’re both buffering on the sheets for a solid five minutes until you roll to the side. Towel… water… forehead kisses. Yes, forehead kisses most importantly. After gathering yourself a little, you pamper Felix into a heart rate around 90 rather than 120. And with the onset of exhaustion for the two of you, that’s not too hard after some minutes passing. Whispering sweet nothings and praise is all you do up until 2 AM and after. Felix is somewhere between worlds, one foot in the door of the dreamland, the other soaking up the care and the intoxicating, thick scent of the room that has a lot of cherry shampoo in it.

At some point. You loosen the harness, pull off his shirt with the wings attached. The halo you unsuccessfully try to spot in his hair. Turns out: It flew off. Felix really must’ve made Satan proud if it fell down just like that. Good job. Felix has earned a title of being a dirty angel now, and by the way he’s chugging water now, a wet one on top of that.

Five tons of spit, six, seven, who knows how many he’s afforded for today. A head pat is not enough, it has to be several, and Felix passes out onto the pillows. As good as you can, you wipe him down, bin the condom, get off his shoes and his half-pulled down trousers. After staggering to the bathroom, your skirt and peplum shirt follows, the stockings stay on, they’re cozy as hell. Last but not least, you remove your devil horns. It feels like they granted you the most unknown demonic powers.

Next time Felix is on his way to making you cum again, you’ll be wearing them, and you’ll last the way you did tonight. Meanwhile, Bang Chan is blowing up your phone because Felix pressed send by accident earlier, but you don’t notice. It just keeps on vibrating on the bedstand and Chris will have to riddle over the rice cake selfie for the rest of November.

Felix dozes with an angelic little smile on his lips and puffs his cheeks in his sleep, his makeup wiped and his hair truly messy. Instagram can wait. Maybe you’ll get to brush your teeth a little later, it usually takes some time until you wake up again and topple to the sink. You huddle together, tuck your sweet baby pum’kin into his second favorite spot at your chest. Ah, the glory of Felix little spooning.

As the last signature, you nibble at his ear, call him your cutie pie, and switch the lights off. You have to listen closely but if you do, it’s like Felix is purring in his sleep. Whatever your own dreamland is planning to launch on you tonight, you’re looking forward to it.

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Christmas Confessions

Rafael Barba x Reader. @itsjustmyfantasyroom requested: Hey lovely, may I please have a Bryan Kneef or Rafael Barba or both 😉 x reader for your holiday bingo for the mistletoe square. Semi public would be delicious 😘

Ask & ye shall receive. I went with Barba. This is super fluff with a hint of sexy. Timeline wise this is after The Undiscovered Country, but Rafael never left - pretty current to s.22 (spoiler warning: with Kat having joined and Carisi is an ADA.)

WC: 1235

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"You have no choice, you have to come.” Sonny commented to his mentor who was busily scribbling on a yellow notepad.

"You really are like a dog with a bone, Carisi. I said no, I'm not up to it. Besides, I have back logged reports to work on that Hadid said that she needed ASAP.” Rafael replied as he continued working, not bothering to look up at the younger ADA.

"Don't give me that crap, Barba. I'm not buying it. You're just looking for any excuse to not go.” Sonny replied, crossing his arms against his chest. "Just come for an hour; pop in, get some punch and say hi. Besides…" he continued, "Y/N is there now."

Barba grunted before taking a sip of his lowball glass filled with scotch. "What makes you think I want to see Y/N?"

"Barba, you seem to forget that I used to be a detective. And now, I’m an ADA. if I can't tell what's going in someone's head then I am doing a pretty shitty job. Sonny replied honestly. "She doesn't know.” He added for good measure, not wanting his friend to stress.

Rafael looked up at Sonny, letting out a deep exhale as he did so. "If I go will I get you off my back?"

Sonny cheered. "Carmen owes me twenty bucks; she told me that I'd never be able to convince you to come."

"It's great to know that my emotional well-being feeds gambling addicts.” Barba muttered sardonically. He looked at the pile of reports he had to finish. “I’ll go for one drink, say hello, and come back.” He told himself as he grabbed his phone, camel wool coat and scarf.

**

The 16th precinct - SVU division was brightly decorated with gaudy holiday decorations that looked like they came from way back when God walked the Earth. Holiday music filled the room as people chatted and laughed.

Rafael walked in slowly, following behind Sonny. Rafael scanned the room in search of you and he sucked in breath as you appeared in his line of vision. You wore a snug red top which accentuated the swells of your breasts and a black leather mini skirt – the look complete with knee high boots and a Santa hat adorned on your head. You were busy chatting with Kat and Fin when you caught Rafael out of the corner of your eye.

You smiled brightly at Sonny and Rafael, waving them in as you did so. "Merry Christmas guys! Sonny, I see you managed to drag Rafael out of his office. Carmen owes you what? Twenty-bucks now?"

Sonny laughed, "Yeah, something like that."

"Care for a drink? I made my famous coquito.” You turned your attention to back to Rafael.

"You made coquito?” Rafael questioned; his eyes were wide. “Uh, yeah that would be great. I haven’t had that in ages.” Rafael found himself suddenly parched. He assumed it was his nerves getting the best of him. He watched you saunter off, your hips swaying suggestively, and Rafael wondered if you knew how much sex appeal you dripped on a day to day basis. He hadn’t meant to fall for you – the fresh detective that came straight from the Academy since SVU had been so short-staffed after Sonny left to join the DA’s office.

**

What was one drink – turned into many more. Hours later, Rafael found himself enjoying the holiday party, though he assumed it was mostly due to the fact that the coquito was spiked with a lot of rum. Watching his colleagues get drunk around him was amusing. He had always had a high tolerance for alcohol, so it took him longer to feel any effect, especially since the drinks were served in bitty paper cups. But still, he felt pleasantly relaxed.

You made your way over to Rafael who was lounging on the sofa that was brought out from the breakroom. You plopped yourself into his lap, but your balance was off. Rafael was quick to steady you onto his lap. You scooched a bit to make yourself more comfortable and Rafael silently groaned.

"Whoa!” You giggled. "Thanks Rafael."

"Not a problem.” Rafael replied flustered. "Too much to drink detective?"

"No, not at all. High tolerance runs in my family. We're champs.” You rambled and Barba arched a brow at you. He had had more than one conversation with you to know that was a lie if he ever heard one.

"Sure…" he agreed, knowing disagreeing with someone under the influence always led to bad repercussions. You snuggled herself against his chest, your legs dangling over his.

"I just love the holidays.” You mused. "What about you Rafael?"

"Uh, not necessarily.” Rafael replied as honestly as he could. “It’s become over commercialized and it’s true meaning has been lost. And as a lapsed Catholic –”

"That's a shame.” You replied mournfully cutting him off. "Oh!" you suddenly interjected, your previous thought and emotion quickly forgotten. "What did you ask for this Christmas?"

"Nothing.” Rafael replied. "You?"

You chose to ignore his question by further probing his lack of want this upcoming holiday season. "Were you a naughty boy this year Rafael Barba?" You wagged your finger, and made a disappointed sound.

Rafael coughed, startled by your loaded question. "No, I was… fine; my usual self."

You pondered his comment thoughtfully. "Well, then you deserve something for your efforts."

"Such as?" Rafael wondered out loud, his brow cocked once more in your direction. He hadn't realized it until that very moment, but you had placed his hands on the tops of your thighs. He was positive that you could hear feel his pulse racing but apparently you either didn't notice or didn't care. He was unsure and preferred to not misinterpret your actions.

You bopped him on the chin and pointed above. Rafael moved his gaze from you to where you were pointing and sure enough, mistletoe had been hung from the ceiling.

Rafael returned his gaze towards yours, feeling his cheeks burn. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. The kiss caught Rafael by surprise initially, but soon he found himself kissing you back. His tongue traced the seam of your lips, seeking entrance and you opened your mouth, allowing him to deepen the kiss. You let out a low moan as your lips tangled passionately. You ran your hands through his salt and pepper hair, gripping the back of his head. He nipped at your bottom lip which earned him another moan, this one more earnest.

Silence reigned the room as the onslaught of lookers watched in shock. The gossip tonight would be tomorrow's headlines around the precinct.

You pulled away and lowered your lips to his ear, "“Like I said, you deserve something for being such a good boy.” Rafael didn’t miss how your voice was laced with lust.

He chuckled as you rested your forehead against his. "Excuse me?"

"I know about your feelings for me; I've known for a while.” You confessed before pressing a quick peck on his lips.

"How about we get out of here?" You suggested. “I could use some fresh air.” Rafael nodded, helping you up. Rafael helped you with your coat and then grabbed his. You both left, hand in hand and the party continued to stare dumbfounded at what they had just seen.

"Damn.” Sonny replied as he took another swig of his beer. “Carmen owes me a lot more than twenty bucks."

FIN.

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10:34 A.M.

The sunlight was warm against your cheeks as it shone in through the windows; yet, it wasn’t the harsh rays that woke you from your comfortable slumber.

You could feel a tender gaze directed right at you along with a pair of strong arms, your favorite pair of arms to be exact—wrapped protectively around your waist.

Gentle fingers glided softly along your face; almost featherlight to the point where you wouldn’t have even noticed that he was touching you if it weren’t for the callousness of his digits connecting the dots of your scattered freckles and the cool metal on his fourth finger.

You had yet to open your eyes, but you were confident in the idea that your husband was staring at you and you didn’t want to make it known that you were awake just yet.

Honestly, it felt as though you were still in dreamland—everything was just too good to be true. Memories of the most perfect day of your entire life soon came rushing back to your mind and you couldn’t help the small smirk that was now encompassing your face—giving away the fact that you were no longer asleep.

“Good morning Mrs.Tuan.”

Hearing the excitement yet raspiness in his voice along with his last name that was also yours now sent so many emotions to your chest. You were over the moon to say the least. He let out a giggle when you hid your face against his bare chest and placed a sweet kiss on your forehead.

“Good morning Mr.Tuan.”

“Ah, I’m never going to get tired of calling you Mrs.Tuan. I still can’t believe you’re my wife. God, it’s like a dream come true—“

“Took you long enough. I’ve been waiting for over five years for you to propose to me—“

Mark let out a guttural groan at the sound of your playful complaint; dropping his head in between the valley of your breasts and earning himself a shove to his shoulder. A blush was now adorning your cheeks; only then as you felt his warm breath against your nipples did you come to the realization that you were naked. It didn’t bother you though, not like it did when you and Mark first became intimate back in the third week of your relationship.

He was your husband now and the two of you made love to each other numerous times in the duration of your five year relationship that you were no longer shy whenever you’d find yourself naked around him. Actually, Mark was very vocal about how insanely beautiful you were—and devastatingly sexy which led you to lose your timidity and gain a newfound confidence. One that you never knew existed and you owed entirely to your husband.

“Hey, we went over this on multiple occasions baby. I wanted to propose to you only months after we started dating—I knew I was in love with you after only the third date. Trust me, it was extremely difficult for me having to introduce you as my girlfriend and not my wife for these last few years. I don’t know why—I mean sure, getting to call you my girlfriend and getting to be called your boyfriend was all that mattered to me. You’re my soulmate y/n. My person—but something about the titles “wife” and “husband” is more permanent. It solidifies a relationship. But I wanted us to be finished with school and settled in to our actual careers before taking things any further. It worked out though didn’t it? Look at us. We’re both redeemingly successful with our positions at the companies we work at and we share a two story house in our mid twenties. Not that it matters, but we can live comfortably as a married couple unlike a lot of people our age. We’re a whole now. You’re stuck with me and my penis for the rest of your life—“

“Oh God. Just when it was getting so romantic, you just had to throw your dick in there. Well, you’re stuck with me and my pussy—“

“I don’t consider myself stuck at all. Your pussy is so magical—fuck, we’ve had sex at least three hundred times, maybe even more than that and every single time, you never failed to blow my mind—and my dick. But shit, last night had to be the best night of my entire life. Yesterday, was the most incredible day in my twenty-seven years of existence. You are the most beautiful person in the entire world and I’m not just saying that because you’re my wife, it’s true. Not only on the outside; which, honestly, you are a sight for sore eyes. I can never take my eyes off of you and I never want to. I’d stare at you in awe of your beauty all day if time permitted me to. But you have the most kindest and generous hearts and you are just the sweetest soul. I can’t wait to remind you every single day for the rest of our lives just how perfect you are to me.”

He brought his thumb up to the brim of your eyelids and wiped away a tear that you didn’t even know fell. God, this man was really the love of your life. You’d never be able to comprehend exactly what you did to deserve being the lucky girl who loved Mark and got to be loved by him, but you would never take your position in his life as his bride for granted.

Before you could continue to let any more tears fall at his endearing words, he was quick to continue his not so innocent speech about the many naughty thoughts taking up all the space his mind.

“I don’t know if it’s because we’re newlyweds or because you never cease to amaze me each and every time we stumble in to bed together but the sex we had just hours ago in my opinion was the best sex we’ve ever had. I know I complimented you almost the entire day yesterday on how gorgeous you looked in that wedding dress and I’m sure my never ending tears that flowed down my cheeks as you walked down the aisle and my wedding vows that were almost twenty minutes long are enough to prove my undying love for you. But God, seeing you in that dress—that dress was made for you. You looked so fucking ethereal and damn, it looked so much better on the floor once I got you alone. You know, my mind is still a little hazy from sleeping—maybe you could remind me just how amazing it was—if I knew you were this abusive, I would have made you work harder for that ring you’re wearing.”

Both his and your laughter filled the room and you couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes and pinching his cute little butt. Your wedding day was everything you could have ever dreamt of and more. There were countless times in your relationship where you would day dream about what your wedding would be like. It didn’t take you too long to realize that Mark was the person you wanted to settle down and start a family with. Everything within you; your heart, your mind, your body and your soul was his. You were set on Mark Tuan; for life. Since he took his time with asking you to marry him, you developed some insecurities about whether or not he saw himself marrying you. Sure, he may have talked about your future together every now and then, but not once did he ever bring up marriage so you just assumed he had no plans on getting married at all.

It made your engagement all the more special when he did finally get around to proposing to you less than a year ago while the two of you were in vacation in Hawaii. You tried to convince yourself that you would be happy even if Mark were to confess he had no plans on tying the knot. As long as Mark was in your life, you were content with whatever title you held in his. But on that magical night when he got down on one knee and went in to detail about his undying love for you as the two of you watched the sunset go down, you felt wholeheartedly that his proposal was one dreams were made of.

“What are you thinking about?” You looked at him in curiosity and it was in that moment; looking at his blank stare did you realize you were probably mirroring his exact facial expression.

“Nothing. Just that I’m really happy. Really, really happy. You mean everything to me Mark. I don’t know what I would do without you and I dont even want to think about my life before you were in it. It was colorless and dull. Now all I see is so many beautiful colors. Just the mere thought of you along pulls on my heartstrings in such a miraculous way. I love the way you make me feel and I love the effect you’ve had on me. I’m so in love with you and I can’t wait to see what the future has in store for us.”

Your husband gave you his signature gummy smile before smashing his mouth roughly against yours. He licked on your bottom lip and took it in between his sharp teeth, nibbling all but gently while dragging his cold fingertips along your smooth skin.

“You’re my happily ever after y/n. I kind of regret not getting around to marrying you sooner. I just really wanted to give you the ring and the wedding that you’ve always wanted. You deserved the entire universe and more y/n. Truly, there’s so much I want to give you. You are genuinely out of this world; you’re practically a goddess—an otherworldly being and honestly, you deserve so much more than what this world has to offer you. I’m not stupid my love, I’ve picked up on the many wedding magazines you’d scatter throughout the house, I’ve noticed you’ve been watching a couple of episodes from that one Disney weddings show and I overheard you talking to your mom about not knowing how I felt about marriage. I’m sorry that you had to question my feelings for you, but I thought that my constant love confessions and the way I could never stop holding you, kissing you and needing to be around you was enough to prove the fact that you are my home. You own my heart y/n. You always have and you always will forever. The feeling is mutual baby. I don’t care what ends up happening to me. I don’t care where we end up living—if we ever decide to move houses, cities, states or even countries. I don’t care what my job title is, how much money I’ll end up making or what anyone other than you has to think or say about me. Life—life can be rough and there are days that I just want to scream, cry and run away. But then I look at you and I see my purpose—I look at you and see the reason for my existence. You’re the reason why I breathe. You’re the reason why my heartbeat increases—the reason why I wake up with the biggest grin on my face. You are my reason to be happy and I could never thank you enough for all you’ve done for me in the last five years. Now, I can’t wait to continue to relish in our love for many more decades to come.”