#you just come apart whilst he holds your hips effortlessly in place

[wri0thesley]

neuvillette face sitting enthusiast i think btw

[fairy-hub]

“𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐛𝐢𝐠”

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: light size kink, mating press, big cocks, daddy/princess/sweetheart/mama etc...., fingering, teasing, hints mirror sex, man handling, light pain kink (with toji), light just the tip, squirting, riding suguru’s face, overstimulation, hints at creampie

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: can I come up with my own? “It's too big” anyone?

𝐟𝐞𝐲: I couldn't decide which one so I did my favorite three, next is sukuna and choso because why not

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

Loudly moaning, your soaking wet, soft cunt fluttering around Satoru’s thick, long fingers. You're a trembling mess with a drooling cunt despite only getting his tongue and fingers.

With one hand, Satoru pushes his underwear down, kicking it to the side. His cock bobbing, your eyes widening, your soaking wet cunt clenching. In your bubbling panic and lustful haze, you can't think straight.

"You're too big, we can't, it won't! Can it?" Unable to look away from Satoru's beautiful, veiny cock. His pale pink head droops slightly because he's too long to fully stand straight. How many inches could fit inside of you before you’re too full?

Smirking and mocking, "We can't, it won't, can it?” Gliding his thick fingers out, smearing your slick onto his cock. “I think your little sloppy cunt is perfect for my long cock.” His thickness alone is perfect, not too thick but fat enough that the stretch would feel toe curling good.

Swiping his head between your plush lips. “I want to see your beautiful, sweet wet little cunt stretch.” Slipping his blindfold off, watching his pale pink head spread your hole apart. Groaning as the soft ridged line of his head slips inside you.

“Saatorruuuunnn! Nnnn!” Pinning your legs in a mating press, sliding half his head out watching your hole get smaller before stretching to take him again. Curling your toes, biting your lip whining from Satoru light teasing.

“More!” Satoru moans, trusting forward roughly. “Nnnn!” Your eyes temporarily roll back, his cock rubbing your g spot has your cunt spasming. Trembling, moaning you’re so pleasurably full of Satoru’s cock. Getting off on feeling the throbbing of the thick veins when he pauses.

“Fuck! Sweetheart! It’s a perfect fit in your perfect little cunt.” Whining enjoying the texture of his soft yet hard cock gliding along your soft cunt. Clenching your cunt to feeling Satoru better. Enticing a breathy, beautiful moan.

Leaning forward, using some of his weight to pin you do the edge of his bed. “You can take it princess.” You can’t run away, pinned whilst Satoru picks up speed with each thrust. Splaying your fingers on his abs, hardening between your palm with each thrust.

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢

Bent over with your ass in the air, and Toji’s thick rough fingers sinking into your hip’s squishy crease. Holding you in place, there would be no pulling away from his merciless thrusts once he starts.

Even without his hand on your hip. He’s too big, too strong, easily capable of effortlessly pinning your body to his bed for him to fuck your small hole without mercy. You want him to so badly. Yet your nerves are getting the best of you.

His veiny cock borders on monstrous in its thickness, equal to a can of coke. Toji is going to split your cunt in two. Fuck do you want him to, but you can’t stop yourself from tensing up. Your nervousness at taking a cock his size getting the best of you.

He croons, “Relax mama.” Pulling his cock away, gliding his three of his thick fingers into your cunt, stretching you apart. “I’ll carry you around after I break your pussy.” His hand drifts from your hip to your puff clit. He knows the perfect pressure and pace to make you lose your mind.

The sweet pleasure soothing your nerves, clouding your head. Curling your toes, voicing your enjoyment of the rough texture of his calloused finger on your soft clit with a moan. “Daddddy! Nnn!” Your cunt squelching loudly, overlapping your needy moans.

“I want to but you’re too big Daddy it won’t fit!” Toji rubs your sensitive clit faster, your thighs trembling, cunt spasming around his fingers. Whining when he glides his fingers out.

Lining his cock up with your soaking wet cunt. “I’m what now?” You can hear the excitement and pride in his deep husky smooth voice.

“You’re too biiiiiiig! Nnn!” Toji rocks forward with a quick thrust. The pleasurably burning stretch of your cunt around his cock makes your toes curl. You want it, but your body can’t handle him.

Running away, twisting your hips trying to comprehend the intensity. He croons, “Aw you think ya can run from me?” You don’t get far before Toji is yanking you back into place. “I’m gonna make your tight little sloppy cunt take my fat cock till she’s dripping my cum.” You’re spread too wide, and your cunt’s too full too quickly.

You reach back, Toji grabs your wrist, holding your hand above your head. Persistently playing with your clit, the extra pleasure overlaps the sweet pain of being stretched so wide. "Nnndaddy! So full!"

Toji leans forward, pressing his muscular chest to your back. You’re helplessly trapped beneath him. The new angle helping him rub your g spot with every thrust. "Tell me how my big cock is making your beautiful cunt feel."

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

Relentlessly pumping his pierced tongue into your overstimulated, sensitive, soaking-wet cunt. Trembling, squeezing Suguru’s head with your thighs. The difference between his hard barbell and his soft, warm tongue is too pleasurable.

You couldn’t decide if his barbell feels better inside or you on your clit.

Admiring the outline of Suguru’s hard cock. He looks so big, making your cunt ache with the need for more than just Suguru’s tongue. Pushing on the band, he grounds his feet to lift his hips. Slipping his underwear off, your eyes widen.

Lifting Suguru’s heavy cock up, you’re unable to wrap your hand around him. “Oh fuck!” His massive. Suguru’s long, thick beautiful, veiny cock makes your sensitive cunt drool more onto Suguru’s handsome face.

He groans into your cunt, clenching his tongue. Your sensitive cunt spasming, you’re so close to cumming again. The sweet release is so tauntingly close. “Daddy! You’re too!” You can’t get the words out, your brain stalling.

Thick clear cum squirts into Suguru’s mouth. Pumping his tongue faster, rutting his hip, gliding his cock in your fist. Jerking your hips away, Suguru’s thick muscular arm flexes as he squanders any attempts.

“Too big! Too much! Toonnnn! Daddy! Please! Daddypleasedaddypleaseeeeeee!” Licking your cunt clean before letting you pull away. Only to fall back onto his face, your legs too wobbly and heavy to hold you up.

Suguru lifts you off his face, effortlessly setting you to the side. You lay down, relaxing into his soft comforter, your body is heavy after cumming so hard. The lack of stimulation makes your sensitive clit occasionally twitch.

Suguru stands up at the edge of the bed, taking his underwear the rest of the way off. Grabbing your leg and yanking you to the edge of the bed. That moment of afterglow shatters in place of craving more.

Everything about Suguru is so big. From his towering height, thick beautifully sculpted arms, and muscular, thick thighs were perfect for riding. Groaning, “You’re too big! But fuck me daddy that’s how I want it. I want you so badly I can’t handle it any longer. But I’m..” Unable to admit your nerves, looking up at Suguru, seeking reassurance.

He kisses your forehead, purring. “Don’t worry sweetheart I’m only going to make you feel good.” He flips you over, lining himself up, slowly gliding his cock into your sloppy wet cunt. Purring, "That's it, you doing so well, you can handle it." Grabbing your neck loosely, squeezing your hip, lifting you off the bed.

Taking you to his body-length mirror. The beautiful sight of your smaller body pinned to Suguru’s muscular one with your plush lips parted around his thick cock greets you. “Watch and tell me whose is the gorgeous princess taking her daddy’s big cock?”

O-oreo all works

part two: sukuna, choso

“You’re too tight” pussy-drunk!toji, suguru, satoru and choso

[vampiretendencies]

request; reader and jj seeing each other after a while apart? like reader was on a vacation or something? thank you

warnings; fluff, the end may be suggestive if you take it that way

pairing; jj x fem!reader

authors note; i didn’t know if this was for a blurb or an imagine but i assume it’s for a blurb. but yes again, i am having a bit of writers block, almost through it. so i’m writing from the list of prompts below for blurbs or you can send in your own idea for one. as well as imagines and etc.

JJ has resorted to spraying your perfume on his pillow.

He’s fucking miserable, to say the least.

The flowery scented spray; something you’d accidentally left at the chateau— from sleeping in with JJ and snotty goodbyes upon leaving for vacation.

He begged and pleaded, even tried to convince your parents to let you stay.

It was always ‘no, this has already been planned.’

Now this wasn’t some all expense paid trip, as if you were a Kook or something. Your parents had been saving up to go on a get away for months now— you were a pogue to your core, well that’s where you thought you fit anway.

Though he knows your arrival is minutes away, he’s still snuggled with the pillow; holding onto it for dear life. Sniffing it every now and then so he could be pulled back into sweet melodic memories of what was.

He didn’t have your touch for nearly two weeks, which he constantly craved and hungered for— no delicate, slow and ravenous kisses. No more ‘this is my excuse to touch your ass’ hugs. No more sleeping directly on top of you.

Not a thing.

JJ is completely irritable, annoyed, and touch-starved. So out of his element that whilst the rest of the Pogues went fishing he stayed, and waited.

Because he’d wait for you in the burning sun and the pouring rain, no matter the circumstance he’s there.

He’s convinced he’s not even breathing normally and that he’s having heart palpitations.

He’s not sure how he even made it this far.

But today’s the day.

Today’s the fucking day he gets to touch all over you like a wild animal, and he can’t wait a minute fucking longer.

Prior to this final moments alone he’d been in the mirror combing through his hair. A single piece of his blonde tresses stood taller than the rest, nitpicking really— because he normally wouldn’t care about such a thing.

But he feels like a small child awaiting for a piece of their favorite candy.

Or someone that just won the lottery.

He’s not nervous, no, merely yearning for you and wanting everything to be in its right place.

At the right time.

He’d also checked his breath multiple times, awaiting the most silky, sensual kiss he could fathom.

JJ is jumping up from the couch at the impounding sound of your knock. And it’s music to his ears.

The door nearly flung off of its hinges, and he’s drowning in joy to see your short frame on the other end. Breeze fanning your hair effervescently; both sharing a grin so huge that cheek bones reached the corners of their eyes.

JJ's picking you up like clockwork, so effortlessly and sustaining. Walking backward on his heel clad combat boots, he spins you around; sulking in the fact that the person his insides ravaged for was in his arms.

"Well, put me down J. Want my welcome home kiss!"

He never lets you go though, sat cutely on his hip; whilst he removed his head from the crook of your neck his lips trailed and lingered themselves from there, all the way to your mouth. Groaning all at once and you tried to keep up with his feral pace. Lips almost swallowing yours whole, he tasted you. He memorized every groove of your tongue; you couldn't even remember his tongue going into your mouth with his impatientness.

You didn't necessarily care though, awaiting this moment youself.

So wrapped up in each other, like a dopamine high that neither of you could come down from.

Millions of fibers of love erupting in the two of you.

Ethereal.

"Being feisty now, aren't we?"

You were sarcastic and JJ knew it. His forehead glued against yours, searching your soul with his eyes; reading you. Lips sore from a mix of the attack he'd made and not having used them soon enough.

If he could pay someone to take a picture of this moment, he'd give them every last penny to his name.

"Just really fucking missed you, baby."

"Hm ... how much?"

You challenged, and JJ smirked knowing that he's really rubbed his own banter off on you.

"How about I show you just how much I missed you."

[voltagesmutter]

Lucifer x MC - Reunited

Pairing: Lucifer x MC (F).

Fandom: Obey Me.

Prompt:  Face-sitting || Creampie || Anonymous sex

Warning: Face riding (Female receiving), fingering, vaginal sex, reunion, fluff, cock-warming, cream pie/ internal cumshot.

Notes: My final piece for kinktober from the marvellous @alloveroliver​​​ list.

Thank you as per to my beta’s @theinariakuma​​​ - I wouldn’t have made it at all without your help, your an amazing friend and thank you for everything. 

Also thank you to @sparrowwritesforop and @rikumorimachisgirl for betaing as well!

Golden strobes of light reflected off the crystal chandelier. Reflections glinting down onto the crowded floor below, cascading the audience in a hazy glow. 

All eyes had fallen onto the stranger who had entered, leather oxfords echoing off the tiled floor capturing the attention of everyone. Black hair with grey wisps at the end was slicked back, held perfectly without a single hair out of place. A black tuxedo with a white crisp shirt, a bow tie nestled just beneath the collar, power and pride radiating from his being. Capturing the gaze of everyone. 

That was until *she* followed under ten minutes later. Elegance and regalness beaming from every pore. Hair swept into a loose up-do, golden pins with diamonds kept it in place. A plunging neckline of red satin traced the curves of her body, settling and accentuating her petit waist whilst bringing out the ampleness of her bosoms. The material sitting just below her knees, a slit running to shortly stop just beneath her hip bone on the right side. A gemmed necklace hung perfect between the valley of her breasts. An uncut ruby, sparkling in the beams of the light. Garnet red, the same colour as the eyes who met her wondering stare-

 “-Lucifer…”

Dropping all of her graceful presence, she ran. Practically gliding on the air into his arms, the pathway clear for her to make a straight bee-line towards him. Without missing a beat he caught her, strong arms pulling her into an embrace as he swept her off the floor in a twirl. 

He’d anticipated her excitement the moment he saw her, senses heightened upon her arrival. A blur movement of them spinning to the rest of the world, the couple purely focused on each other with little regard to what was happening around them. His hands secured tightly on her waist before one of them moved to cup the back of her neck whilst he placed her back on the floor. A smug grin on his face as his fingertips came into contact with a studded diamond at the base of her neck, his pact, his mark of claim upon her skin. 

“What are you- Are you really-?” The young female questioned in shock, throwing her arms around his neck as if frightened if she let go he would vanish. “Lucifer, you're really here”. A warmth flooding his chest as she nestled into him, his lover, his human, finally back together after four months apart. The couple falling hopelessly in love with each other during her time in Devildom, giving themselves to each other for countless nights, letting her and his bed be shared in their passionate throes. The mixture of the headboard, the rickety springs and the sounds of them both was enough for his younger brothers (and anyone else, Diavolo) to know Lucifer's claim to the human. That he belonged to her just as much as she did to him. But the end of the exchange had seen her sent away, tears falling from her face as Barbatos opened the portal. 

‘I’ll fight for you to come home, I’ll find you, just wait for me and I promise I’ll bring you home where you belong with me’ Lucifer whispered between kisses, brushing away her tears. A man of honour, a man always of his word.

They’d been able to communicate thankfully to the D.D.D she had snuck into her purse, no-one thinking to check for it until it was too late. Able to text and call her beloved, to resume their love whilst apart over face-time. But it wasn’t the same as having his physical presence next to her, keeping her warm on cold nights or stroking her hair when in need of comfort. He had thought tirelessly against the rules and conduct to find a way to bring her home, until finally Diavolo turned to him. ‘You have always been the most loyal to me Lucifer, without you I fear the citizens may have revolted against me a long time ago. I feel it is in my power to re-pay you…’. Diavolo had sent him to the human realm to-

“I’m here to bring you home,” The purist of love spoke through his words, unable to hold back the smile that took over his lips to see the excitement growing on her face. The squeal that left her as she leaned up to kiss him, finally able to be back in the arms of the man she loved.

The event they attended was a charity ball, one Diavolo knew she would be attending as it was him who had sent the invitation, little knowledge to her about this. Diavolo had sent Lucifer here as means to collect her, she was still in shock to see him. To have him in her world being told she could finally come home after their time apart. It still felt surreal to her, like she was floating on cloud nine whilst she danced in the arms of her lover. 

“Can we go home now?” Big doe eyes staring up into his ruby ones, the plea in her voice as her fingers messed with his collar. Hidden away in the corridor, Lucifer pressing her up against the wall, hands roaming at the top of her dress with greed. His lips attacked her neck in soft kisses until she spoke, repeating a question she’d ask many times already that night. Lucifer reminding her she was a guest and that his honour demanded they at least stay for a while and that they would have everyday from now on to be at home together. They danced and mingled, stealing fleeting kisses, longing glances and lingering touches throughout the evening until Lucifer could take it no more.

“Yes my dear, it is time for us to depart,” A low groan to his voice, the desire clear in his eyes as he tugged her by the hand to the exit. Exiting quickly and ushering her into the parked limo.

“Diavolo sent it,” He answered her question before she could ask, cozying up to him as the divider between them and driver opened. Lucifer gave him an address, her address to be exact. She looked at him with a quizzical look of horror, was he sending her home? “We must pack for your arrival, my dear. We shall embark to Devildom in the morning,” He reached over tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear. A glance followed by a nod at the driver sent the divider back up, Lucifer instantly pulling her onto his lap, “I know the minute we get home my brothers will demand your attention… and I fear it’s been too long, so forgive me for being greedy my love, but I refuse to share you this evening,” His lips instantly on her, her hands fisting into his hair as she pulled him closer, body’s flushed against each other. The feeling of having him back and the free champagne that had been flowing making their needs more urged than normal.

His hands ran up her thighs, bunching up the material of her dress as he did so. A low hum of approval to feel the, very little, underwear she was wearing. 

“Lucifer-“ A soft moan broke the kiss apart, fingers pulling her panties down they effortlessly fell off, hanging off one of her ankles. The pads of gloves replaced the material, stroking effortlessly against the wet of her slit before pushing one finger inside her. Hands tugged at his raven hair, pulling it out of place as her hips moved against his hand, another finger added shortly after. Lips attached to her neck, her mouth dropping and eyes screwed shut. She knew they weren't alone and that the need to be quiet was there, but with the way he stroked the inside of her, her skin and blood felt on fire. Whilst her body grew hot, hips rolling against his hand, her hands impatiently tugged at the button on his trousers. A plea full look of lust was shared, Lucifer lifting his hips to let her continue as she dragged down the zipper with haste. Black boxers stained from his leaking head, pushed down just enough for his cock to spring free. 

“Lucifer… please,” Shallowly stroking his length in her hand, heat pulsing from him, a low groan against her neck. Pulling his fingers from her, he wrapped them around her wrist to stop her, the wetness of her arousal from his gloves dripping down her wrist and around his cock. Time apart from cruel, Lucifer fearing if she handled him too much the first round would be over far too quickly. “I need you… hurry please!” Her voice slightly frantic, a mad woman driven by pleasure as she raised herself, aligning herself over his cock. Her arousal was enough to help him glide into her without much friction, stretching her in a pleasant burn each time she lowered and raised her hips until finally she took him fully. 

His lips crushed against her, holding her still with one hand on her waist whilst the other gripped the back of her neck. He took her moans, each one boosting his ego more as pride swelled his chest. To be back with his human, back inside his human. She tried to raise herself but the red nails kept a grip on her, somewhere between impaling herself on his cock he had shoved his arousal slickened gloves in the pocket of his jacket. 

“Not yet,” Followed by a nibble bite to her lower lip. He told her how he wanted to wait until they were at her house, so he could savour the moment and really make her scream.

“Please,” She whined once more, a desperate attempt to roll her hips but the iron grip on her refused her movements. The thin straps of her dress fell off her shoulders, letting her bare breasts spill free, his mouth already leaning down to catch a taunt nipple in his mouth. Her muscles clenched over him, the warmth of her pulling him into the deepest depths. Letting his mouth release the nub in his mouth with a wet pop.

The ride home was torturous, lips locked as teeth and tongue clashed against each other. The final time she tried to move caused a swift slap to her behind, a warning growl of Lucifer's throat and she knew better to push his buttons. “I’m sorry…” She whispered against his lips, tracing his bottom lip with her tongue, “I just need you so badly”.

"You waited four months my love, you can hold out another twenty minutes." Lucifer chuckled in her ear, caressing along her sides as he had her seated on his lap, his cock buried to the hilt inside her. 

"I.. Didn't have your cock inside me for four months." She's bit back only to whine as his fingers pinched at her nipple to reprimand her light back talking. 

The rest of the ride felt longer than it was, her tight cunt pulsing over him, gripping him to keep him from ever leaving her again. Every bump sent them closer to the edge of ecstasy, until finally the car came to a halt outside. Lucifer taking all his restraint to pull from her dripping core, patting her thigh as a sign to get up. Her dress adjusted to recover herself, underwear quickly rolled back up, messy lipstick wiped from around her mouth and hair smoothed. She bolted with weak knees to the front door. With shaky hands she hurried to put the key in the door, Lucifer pressing his body tightly up against her once bidding the limo goodbye. 

The door has barely shut behind her when she found herself pressed up against it, claws running down the side of her dress letting the fabric fall off her body in two halves. Impatiently his tongue pressed against her parted lips, gripping her thighs and dragging his hands all over her body. Her underwear torn in two, the sound of fabric ripping getting lost between the lewd pops of his mouth moving down over her skin. 

“Did you ever touch yourself?” He teased, breath hot as a trail of wet kisses pressed over her collarbone. A gasp leaving her speechless as he took a nipple once more in his mouth, teeth teasing the sensitive skin before twining his action on the other. His rain of kisses showered lower, a suckering puck over stomach just above her hip bone whilst fingers grazed over her sopping slit.

“You know I did…” Eyes rolled to the back of her skull, the soft thump of her head falling backwards against the solid wood of the door. Her referencing the many nightly videos of her fingers dancing across her thighs, disappearing under the pjs shorts before plunging into her core. The good morning showers of slippery sud hands covering her breasts with a teasing peak of skin underneath. The dirty phone calls leaving little to the imagination, the sound of buzzing flooding Lucifer's ear as she withered from the vibrating toy.

“It was the darker than the pits of hell,” The normally towering demon pressed down on his knees, guiding her leg over his shoulder from the soft grip of his hands over her thigh, “Lying in the bed you withered in without you there, the memories haunting me in mind and physical presence” His breath hot over her clit, core clenching at the first flicker of his scale over tongue over her flesh, “No matter how much I spilt on my hand… it was never enough”. Wet flesh of his tongue devoured her, ravishing her tight cunt like a starved man- a starved man driven with the need to please and pleasure. Lips suckled over her clit, strong hands curving and cupping her ass to keep her in place. Unable to control herself as she bucked against him, spreading wetness over his mouth and jawline. A scent and taste he’d craved every moment, that he would crave for the rest of his life. Hair disheveled, a layer of perspiration forming over her skin, one hand cupping and tugging her breast for added stimulation. Her moans groaned louder as he tongue delved deeper, deeper than her fingers or any toy could reach, his name rolling from her mouth like her hips rolled against his face. Knees buckling as she came, his strengthening grip on her keeping upright as her muscles pulsed over his tongue. 

“Fuck-fuck,” Her breath lost in whimpers, palm gripping into a fist as she slammed it against the solid door behind her. He finally wrenched himself away from her when she shuddered from over-stimulation. Through heavy lidded eyes she peered down to meet his strong-lustful gaze, cherry red burning up at her. Everything they wanted to say was conveyed through their look. 

-

“How do you want me?”. Her belly clenching in anticipation at his words. 

They just made it into the living room before all of his clothes were removed, her delicate fingers tugging off his bow tie which he had undone during the ride home followed by his shirt sending buttons flying across it. Her hair loose, hair pins lost in a trail of his clothes as they groped at each other with need. His trousers pushed down along with boxers, her hand wrapped back around his cock spreading the heavy bead of pre-cum over his thick girth. 

“How do you want me?” Taking her lip between his teeth as his hands ran up the curves of her sides. Without words she pulled back, sinking to her knees before resting on her elbows keeping her ass high. A glance over her shoulder was all she needed to convey what she wanted. Watching as he stood in awe as he stroked himself to the sight of her, staring at her spread thighs showing her glistening cunt in full view. And it was all his for the taking.

Her fingers twitched, grasping desperately at the carpet beneath her as he pushed into her until he bottomed out and was fully buried inside her. A string of curses fell from both of them as he started at a gentle pace, taking all his self-control to not pound her until she was begging for him to stop- it had been such a long time since their last physical intimacy he wanted to take his time. He was also a lot closer than he wanted to admit.

The soft clap of wet skin filled the silent house. The sheer size of his palms were enough to wrap fully around her waist, pulling her back into each thrust. 

“Oh fuck, Lucifer…” Jaw-slacked from the repeated hit of him inside her, sending sparks across her spine and vision. Electricity dancing over her skin as she came apart beneath him. Her orgasm hitting hard with little warning, a flood of warmth releasing from between her thighs as her hips pulsed backed backwards whilst Lucifer kept his steady rhythm to ride her through it. 

“That’s it’s princess,” He cooed softly into her ear leaning over her back to press the toned muscles of his chest against her. Pressing tender kisses as she continued to mewl under him, her cunt trying to milk him as her muscles continued to contract tightly over him. 

He continued to ease in his steady pace, enough to satisfy him but not push him over the edge. Wanting to last longer, to delve into her pleasure before his own. That was until it came out in a broken moan, ‘harder… please Lucifer… harder’. He grip tightened as he pulled her back a little harsher, but it wasn’t enough for her. The glance she gave him over her shoulder was enough to break his self-composter.

Black onyx wings spread out in full glory, ivory black horn sprouted in twisted curls, his pact shining like rising flares of fire between his eyes as he began to drive into her with wild abandonment. His eyes unable to be taken away from his cock disappearing and stretching her, the ripple of her ass as his groin slapped against her over and over until the skin began to redden from the impact. Bruises formed from his grip on her, leaving marks upon her skin for weeks to come of their passion. The curve of her back was mesmerising to him, her cunt swallowing him whole whilst attempting to grip him tighter each time he pulled back. 

“Fuck! Yes, there!” Her voice in a telltale whine, one that signaled her climax was close again. Sweat dripped as his movement pounded her into the floor, her arousal and previous releases creating a pooling mess over her thighs, his cock and his balls before puddling onto the floor. 

His climax followed quickly with hers, spilling and shooting hot release inside her in thick ropes whilst she shaked in his hold before collapsing to the floor. A string of drool dribbled from her lips, eyes threatening to shut as she took a few moments to come down from her high. Failing to realise, Lucifer was still buried deep inside her, still fully erect as he curved over her back pressing fleeting kisses up her salted skin. 

“I missed you,”... “I love you,” He whispered softly on repeat, praising her for how well she did. Until finally he pulled himself out of her, a predatory growl leaving him to see the mixture of their release leaking from her abused hole. It lit a primal need inside him, to leave her ruined and filled with his seed. A raw primal need that suited him.

“I love… fuck.. you too,” She panted heavily, letting him gather her in his arms as she rest on his chest. 

“Do you wish to go to bed?” He smiled, he knew her human body was fragile, that he could easily over stimulate her with a few touches. But rest was important, that he needed to be careful with her.

“No…” Her hand cupping his jaw, a contrast of sharpness in the softness of palm. Adjusting herself, she straddled him and took his erection in her hand as she lowered herself onto him. She had an insatiable appetite that only he could fill.

And she was currently starving. 

-

By the time the sun rose, the couple was passed out from their blissful night. The house a mess as they took each other over every surface and furniture they could find, by the time they made it to the bedroom their bodies were slick with sweat and her thighs coated in thick rivers of essence. 

Lucifer had spent part of the night between her thighs when she finally fell asleep, eyes zoned and focused on her bare thighs, speechless and growling low to see her physically weeping with his release. 

But finally when they both awoke, naked with a thin blanket draped over their spooning form. The only thing on their minds was to finally go back home and enjoy the rest of their lives together. 

Kinktober masterlist here.

[dejunectar]

Dangerous Woman | Winwin

«« genre »» smutty smuttttt,, fluff towards the end

«« pairings »» winwin x reader

«« warnings »» 18+ content, choking, degrading/praising kinks ((aftercare too)),, breeding kink

«« summary »» after a long and frustrating day in the studio, you treat your boyfriend, sicheng, to a heated night to let out his frustrations and gain inspiration

«« song/inspiration »» dangerous woman by ariana grande & the anon who came up with this beautiful idea <3

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It was late.

11:35 p.m. to be exact.

You knew Winwin was at the studio, but you didn’t know how long he would be there. He went in earlier that morning, leaving you with a long kiss and a smile. You wished him luck and went to your own work.

When he returned home, however, he was anything but happy. A frown etched across the beautiful boy’s face, but his eyes held a look of anger. As he walked through the front door and made his way into the living room, the first thing he saw was you, scrolling through your phone, on the couch.

Without a single word, he placed his things on the coffee table and stood in front of you.

When you looked up to meet his gaze, you rose an eyebrow in confusion. “Hey baby, I didn’t hear you come in, everything okay?”

Without responding to your question, he pulled you up to him and pressed his lips against yours. You barely had time to return the kiss before he pulled away from you and wrapped a hand around your neck, leaning down into your ear.

“It’s been a long day,” his voice had a dark undertone to it, making the hairs against your skin raise, “I want you to go upstairs, strip yourself, and wait for me. Understood?”

You nodded quickly, feeling your stomach flip.

He gave you enough time to run up to your shared bedroom and follow through with his orders. Winwin didn’t get angry very often. When he did, he would find a way to calm himself down, or oftentimes he’d express how he felt and you both would find a way to cheer him up. It wasn’t a normal occurrence for him to come home this frustrated.

But this had happened twice before. It was months ago, and it was always something studio-related, or music-related. The first night, he called you to the studio, and you had the brilliant idea of fucking him in the booth. It was a sure way for him to release the negative energy he had pent up inside. The second night, he couldn’t wait to get home. You had sex in the empty parking garage in your car.

But tonight was different. You were in the safety of your own home. Somehow, that only made you more nervous about his actions.

You were out of time to think though. Winwin had made it to the room, and stood in the doorway, his eyes still holding all of that anger that made you shiver.

As you sat at the edge of the bed waiting for him, he slowly walked towards you, taking off his shirt. “Turn off the light.”

“Wha—”

“No questions, baby, turn off the lights please.”

“Okay, fine.”

You clicked off the lamp that stood on the nightstand and sat back down on the bed. The only light in the room came from the moon, which illuminated the entire bed space around you.

He smirked and leaned down, meeting your lips. A breath of relief left your system as you kissed him back passionately. He ran a hand from your cheek down to your right breast.

“You remember the safe word, yeah?”

You nodded rapidly and looked into his eyes. He dropped his smirk and nodded towards the top of the bed. You obliged, crawling up to the headboard and leaning against it. He looked you over once more and began palming himself through his sweatpants.

“Let me take care of you, Wi—”

“No. Right now, I wanna play with you.”

He moved quick, pulling your legs towards him so you were laying down, and leaning down to your neck. He began pressing long kisses to your neck, biting down softly every so often. You tilted your head to allow more access, and in response, he began sucking on your sweet spot. Soft hums of approval slipped from your mouth as he began making his way down your body.

Your fingers found themselves tangled in his hair, tugging softly whilst he placed hickeys down your chest and stomach.

“I’ve been thinking about you all night,” he sighed as he settled between your legs, gazing up at you with dark eyes. “Couldn’t wait to get home and see you.”

You looked down at him; he smirked and began rubbing his thumb along your slit. A shiver ran down your spine and you immediately went to lift your legs away. With a tsk, Winwin pushed your legs back into place and began rubbing your clit in slow circles. Your soft hums turned into whines of need. “You look so gorgeous in the moonlight, my love,” he sighed softly.

Just as you began to squirm his lips attached to your heat, making you moan aloud and begin tugging at his hair again. He groaned into your pussy and began licking up your arousal.

Your breathing became erratic as he slid a single finger into you. “Winnie, please!” you begged, slightly squeezing your legs around his head. He let out a low laugh before sliding another finger in and slowly pumping them through you.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been in that studio.” He slipped both fingers out of you and began sucking at your clit before returning his fingers back into you and releasing your clit once more. You groaned at his actions but continued to allow his torture to continue.

“Couldn’t get the words down. The notes came out wrong. I was stuck and didn’t know how to portray the emotion.” He repeated his actions, earning a frustrated whine from you.

“So what you’re gonna do, baby,” he hummed before sitting up completely and used a single finger to beckon you towards him, “is help me out, yeah?”

You reluctantly got up from your place on the bed and sat on your knees. He leaned down and pulled you into a warm and inviting kiss. You sighed happily and ran your hands up his chest. Before you could go any farther, your boyfriend had a hand wrapped around your throat and his other was gripping your hair. The kiss didn’t last long before he pulled away from you and began squeezing your throat.

“I want you inside me,” you whispered, eyes fluttering open. Your words caused a fire to ignite inside him; you watched the lust take over his eyes and his lips muttered curses quietly. “Please, Sicheng.”

Without another word, he pushed you back down to the bed and towered over you, pulling his sweatpants off and quickly grabbing a condom from the nightstand.

As he began to take the packaging off, you snatched it from his hands and placed it back onto the nightstand. He raised an eyebrow and smirked at you, surprised with your actions.

“I trust you,” you smiled up at him. He looked down at you with adoration and began pumping himself.

“You want me to fill you up, don’t you, baby?” he teased you, gliding his tip back and forth in your cunt. You hummed in satisfaction and adjusted your legs for him to enter. “Your wish is my command.”

Before you could react, he slid into your wet cunt and pushed your legs apart so he could go deeper. Loud moans escaped your mouth and he grunted softly. Your eyes clenched shut as he slipped out and thrusted back into you. “You’re so tight around me, Y/N— fuuuuck.”

You brought your hands around his back and tried to stabilize your breathing. “Use me,” you managed to breathe out.

Your words caused a craze in him to uproar. He gripped the headboard with one hand as he began moving into you. The only thing heard in the room was your moans, Winwin’s harsh curses and breathing, and the bed beneath you creaking.

Your nails dragged down his back as he pounded harder into you. “Look at my pretty little slut, taking every inch of me,” he whispered, using his free hand to choke you once more. You whined at his words and began moving along with his thrusts. He bit down on his lip and sped up his pace to throw you off, succeeding.

As you reached down to play with your clit, his hand left your throat to smack your hand away and rubbed slow circles into your clit. Your body could hardly handle the feeling of his dick sliding into you effortlessly, much less his fingers now helping you reach your high.

“Do you like that? Hm?” he teased, smirking down at you. You let out a throaty cry in response, not answering your boyfriend’s question. “Answer me now.”

You nodded rapidly and cried out, “Yes, Sicheng, yes!”

He slowed down his pace and abruptly pulled out of you, much to your dismay. As you weakly peeled your eyes open and pushed up towards him, he laughed and grabbed your face forcefully. “Are you my needy little slut?”

You nodded weakly and continued pushing your hips up towards his.

“Say it.”

“Yes, sir.”

“What are you?”

“Your needy slut.”

A proud smile took over his face before he unexpectedly pounded back into you. You moaned out in ecstasy and fluttered your eyes shut once more. Winwin let go of your face but began pulling at your chin to open your mouth. “I wanna hear everything that pretty mouth has to offer.”

You willingly let out every cry and moan that he caused you. Your nails dug into his back as he picked up speed, causing him to moan deeply into your ear. “That’s right, baby, let me hear it all,” he encouraged.

You felt your high building up quickly and there was no way to delay it as he continued pummeling into you. Luckily though, you could feel his thrusts getting sloppier and his breathing getting uneasy.

“I’m— fuck, Wi— I’m so close!” you warned, slightly clenching your legs together the best you could.

“I can feel it,” he grunted before using a hand to separate your legs, “cum if you want but I’m not pulling out.” You smiled up at him and gazed into his eyes, running a hand through his hair. He grinned back at you and laughed. “You want it?”

You nodded quickly, matching his pace and trying to delay your orgasm. It wasn’t easy, as he continued rubbing your clit to the rhythm he pounded into you with.

Once you got the okay, you finally gave out on matching his pace and called out his name as you felt euphoria wash over you. Your back arched and your head threw back in relief, yet you knew it wasn’t over.

As you managed to pry your eyes back open, you saw his eyes screwed shut and his bottom lip taken into his mouth. “So tiiiight,” he drawled out, relaxing himself and releasing his load into you at last.

As he finished, he pumped into you twice more and slid out of your cunt with ease. The moonlight hitting against the both of you made you feel vulnerable yet you rested your eyes against the point you both met at. His gaze followed yours and a chuckle left his lips at the sight. “We made such a mess.”

You giggled and nodded in agreement. “We can clean it up tomorrow.”

He laid beside you and pulled you close into his side, tangling his legs into yours and pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Did that inspire you at all?” you asked, tracing patters into his skin and gazing up at him tiredly. He smiled down at you and nodded softly. “Good, I’m glad.”

For the rest of the night, you rested in your boyfriend’s arms as he hummed the tune to the song he’d become so angry over in the first place.

You slept unbelievably peacefully that night, and knew he’d be successful in the studio the next day.

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[blu-joons]

Just Call Me Oppa ~ Choi Minho

The culture of Korea had always intrigued you since you made the move over as a part of your contract with work. It was something new, something exciting, and definitely something you often found yourself feeling incredibly overwhelmed by.

That was until you met Minho, who took you under his wing and helped to teach you all about Korean traditions as a thank you for the work that you did managing him and his team.

To begin with, your relationship was strictly professional, you managed his overseas schedule, there was nothing more to eat. But as you began to spend a bit more time together and got to know one another, that relationship soon shifted, not that anyone was surprised when the announcement was eventually made.

You’d often heard the word oppa pop up on your many adventures, but it was still something incredibly unfamiliar to you.

That was until one evening you finally decided to ask Minho what it was all about. As he explained, you were slightly surprised no one had ever been upset that you’d never used the term before. You considered many of the men at work as friends, some maybe as close as brothers, even your boyfriend, who didn’t seem to be phased.

“Why don’t you try and say it?” He asked you once he finished his explanation, “maybe I could teach you the right situations to use it in so that you fit in better with all of us.”

Your head nodded, his name effortlessly rolled off your tongue as it had done for many months, but as you came to oppa, no sound came out. Minho leant forwards, the corners of his mouth turning up into a smile as you stared blankly back across at him.

“Cat got your tongue?” He teased you, “don’t worry, it’ll take a bit of time for you to really learn all about the Korean culture, it’s not an overnight thing.”

As your evening came to an end, you couldn’t help but feel slightly guilty that you hadn’t been able to say the word. It seemed so easy, but saying it aloud was a different matter. It was almost as if it carried the realisation that your world really had moved from home.

You were all too aware as well that Minho felt a slight disappointment in not being able to say the word. Whilst he loved being your Minho, a small part of him always held out for when you’d address him honorifically, just like all the other important men and women did in his life.

“It’s not that hard,” you whispered as you left his apartment, kicking yourself for your mistake.

On your next few dates, Minho found himself dropping several hints about trying to bring up oppa into conversation again. Somehow, you managed to swerve it for the most part, building up the courage only for when you were ready to say it.

“Coffee,” you smiled, appearing at the office one morning, noticing Minho sat at your desk, waiting for you to show up. He leant forward and took the plastic Starbucks cup from you, taking a sip of his iced drink with a fresh sigh following.

His eyes watched you closely as you walked around and sat in front of your computer. “Why do you look as if you’re up to something?”

Your head shook back at him, placing your coffee cup down on the table. “I’m not up to anything, I just knew you’d be waiting for me to arrive, so thought I’d get you something nice.”

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t quite find it in himself to trust you. Minho began to spin his coffee cup, looking around your office until he spotted your trick. He grabbed the coffee cup, reading through what was written in the black ink on the side.

“Minho oppa?” He questioned, turning it around so you could take a look at it too.”

“Something wrong with that?”

“No,” he whispered, bringing the cup up so that he could take another sip out of it. “Actually, there’s nothing wrong with that at all.” His voice was soft, trying to mask his excitement that the first sign of oppa had finally come from you. It wasn’t much, but it was a start, and that meant more to him then you could’ve ever imagined.

You could tell by the way that he stared down at the coffee cup that it meant a lot to him too, unable to wipe the smile off of his face.

Once you’d taken another sip from your drink, you stood up from your desk and walked around to the other side, settling yourself in Minho’s lap. His arms snaked around you, resting against your shoulder, pressing several gentle kisses against your cheek, making sure you were comfortable.

“You’re adorable,” he hummed, placing his cup down so that he could hold you properly.

“I didn’t do anything,” you grinned, cupping your hand against the side of his face.

His head could only shake back at you, letting go of a chuckle at the innocent smile that you wore. He could feel his heart beating faster as he met your eyes, trailing down to look at the lips, unable to stop himself from imagining the word falling from your lips.

“Something on your mind?” You questioned, spotting the daydream that he was in in an instant. “You’ve looked smug ever since I brought you coffee.”

“Nothing’s on mind, I’m just thinking about how happy I am with you.”

You leant down slowly, pressing a soft kiss against his lips, pulling back as he reached out, craving a little more from you. “We’re at work,” you teased, replacing your lips on his with a finger to stop him from arguing.

His grip around you tightened, making sure you knew how disappointed he was not to get a little more from you. You continued to smile innocently back at him, shuffling in his lap to make yourself more comfortable, unintentionally beginning to make Minho a little less comfortable.

Before you knew it, a small hum came from him, fighting back the urge that you knew you were giving to him, however innocent you tried to act.

“You’re getting yourself into big trouble,” he whispered into your ear, “we might be at work now, but carry on like this and you’re going to end up taking a very early lunch break, and a very fast trip across to my apartment.”

“I’ve got work to do,” you reminded him, pointing across to the paperwork on your desk. “Not all of us can sit around all day. I’m sure you’ll be able to enjoy a quick lunch break all by yourself though if you need to.”

“You’re not getting me in this situation, without getting me out of it,” he warned.

Your eyes raised, shaking your head back at him, making yourself comfortable once again, making sure each rotation of your hips was nice and slow.

“Y/N,” he muttered, pinching gently against your hips in a desperate bid to get you to stop. “I’m supposed to meeting Kibum, how am I possibly able to go and meet him if you’re going to treat me like this?”

“That doesn’t sound like my problem,” you grinned.

His head shook, pressing a kiss against your jaw, “I’ll make sure that it’s your problem soon. There’s no way that I’m going to let you get away with this.”

“What are you going to do about it, Minho…oppa?”

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[sweetestlamb]

You're My Favorite Song

Summary: Just the babies in love, that's it.

Author's note: I don't want to let this show go yet so I'll be writing fics of moments I wish we had seen on the show🥺🥰 this one is just fluffiness but I have dirty thoughts planned too. I don’t know why but I really wanted to involve her family and make them not so awful haha, this might become a little series of just sweet moments between the babies. I want to do a jealous SA fic because I like the idea of her finally claiming her man instead of backing off like she usually does. But life is hitting me hard right now so no clue when that will happen. Hope you enjoy this one I had fun writing it! 

The keys jiggle as she pries open the door, grocery bags nearly tumbling from her grip as she wrestles with the cumbersome door, finally stumbling in and clutching the wall for support. He's supposed to come back tomorrow and she wants to tidy up and make sure he comes home to a fully stocked home, he'd been adamant on the phone that this wasn't necessary but she'd already made up her mind.

She was doing it because she wanted to, loving him made her eager to make his life easier any way she possibly could, his smile was the best reward of all.

Slipping into her house slippers with floppy bunny ears- a gift from Joon-young, he'd jokingly called her his bunny whilst slipping the pink slippers on her feet. She'd been too flabbergasted to respond but every time she came over now she happily put on her slippers, treasuring every thing he gave her.

Especially his heart.

With a sigh she begins to clean, dusting the nearly dustless tables and fixing the slightly crooked throw pillows on the couch.

"He's so clean." She whispers aloud annoyed, finding that her efforts to clean are mostly unnecessary as Joon young hardly leaves a mess.

Moving on to the kitchen she begins to stock the cabinets, taking out noodles and instant tteokbokki- not spicy because her pianist can't handle his spices, she puts the fruits in a bowl on the table and stores meats and frozen veggies in the freezer.

After she's done the kitchen no longer looks so desolate, and she smiles proudly wiping down the countertop before lighting a scented candle she purchased the other day.

It was the same scent as her favorite lotion, sweet Japanese plum, every time he would wrap her in his arms he would burrow into her neck taking deep breaths before sighing and whispering that she smelt amazing. She'd bought this candle thinking he could also enjoy her scent, even when she couldn't be here.

Her work is done, but she hesitates to leave instead sitting on the couch, remembering the last time they'd been here together watching a movie, at least she'd been trying to watch the movie.

Her boyfriend, however had different plans. Shifting on the couch until they were firmly side by side, before plucking her hand and encompassing it with his larger palms. Soon after he started stroking her skin with his smooth thumb, dragging across her creamy skin. She'd only hummed as she continued to watch the movie, trying her hardest to stay focused.

"Song ah ssi." His deep voice rumbled as he called out her name, head almost on her shoulder now as he purred into her ears.

Turning to face him finally, she met his warm eyes glowing in the dark, peering into her face with promise.

"Yes, Joon young ssi?" She answered, his smile distracting as she barely contained her desire to taste it.

"Aren't you going to miss me when I'm gone?" He suddenly asked, bottom lip jutting out into a perfect pout.

She knew that he already knew the answer to that obvious question, every time he left she was a bit of a mess mopping until he called and sighing forlornly after their conversations ended. She couldn't help it she wanted him around all the time.

So his line of questioning does nothing but confuse her.

She merely tilted her head and looked at him, trying to uncover what he was really trying to insinuate.

He broke under her gaze, chuckling as his bangs flopped across his forehead.

Then he begun to tug on her hand that was still captured, softly then harder until she tumbled into his chest with a soft "oof".

"You were giving the movie all your attention."

Looking at him from under her lashes she couldn't help the indulgent grin that formed, "And just like that you got jealous?" She teased reaching up to playful jostle his hair, giggling as he eagerly pressed his head into her hand.

When he acted needy like this it made her heart pound, knowing she was the only one who was allowed to see this version of the usually stoic pianist.

Suddenly he begun to lean back, bringing her with him her hair fell around them in a dark curtain.

She moved to lay more comfortably on him before his hands on her hips stopped her movement. He looked at her intensely, his thoughts all but flashing on his face.

A blush blazing across her cheeks, not immune to his charm despite their established relationship.

"Come here."

She leaned down to meet him before the words had fully left his lips, sighing as he opened underneath her, his soft mouth slowly engulfing hers his tongue not far ahead, licking into her mouth swallowing the little moans and sighs that escaped from her throat.

His hands sunk into her hair, gently tugging her head as he moved her deeper into their wet dance, leaving her breathless.

She jolted as his hand swiped up her back, clutching at her shoulder and pressing her deeper into his hard chest, thoughtlessly she grinded down into him chasing the sensation that was shooting through her veins.

He broke their kiss at her bold move, meeting her with wild eyes as he panted harsh breaths landing on her face.

It was impossible to ignore the rigid line that poked into her heated skin.

His arousal was also evident in his fingers that were wringing at her loose sweater, and his hungry eyes that were captivated by her lips.

Shyly looking back at him, she bit her own lips before grinding again, harder this time throwing her head back at the jolt of pleasure the move caused.

"Joon young ssi."

Groaning he met her slow grinds, moving his hips while grabbing her neck and pulling her back into a kiss- frenzied and heated this time. Gradually increasing their pace until she was so wet her panties were shifting uncomfortably across her lips.

Opening her legs to hug his hips, she impaled herself firmly on his burgeoning erection whining when his plump head stabbed at her sensitive bud through all the layers separating them.

Running his fingers up her smooth legs, he lifted her skirt making his way to her soaked panties, lithe fingers stroking at her through the wetness before dragging the material out of the way and without hesitation he sunk into her, deep.

They'd ended up tangled on the couch, him licking her until she screamed herself hoarse as he watched with delighted eyes before gently throwing her over the arm of the couch and sinking deep into her with a grunt.

She shakes herself from the memory, primly pressing her legs together, cheeks heated in embarrassment and arousal.

"What are you doing? This isn't why you came here."

Her phone vibrations offer a welcome distraction as she searches her bag for the device, lifting it and squeaking when his name flashes on the screen.

Drawing in a deep calming breath she accepts the call.

"Hello."

"I miss you." She softens at his immediate exclamation, drawing her legs up under her on the couch.

"I miss you too." She answers honestly.

"Where are you right now?" He sounds vaguely out of breath, and she wonders what he's doing.

"I'm in your apartment, I came over to clean up and bring groceries."

He sighs fondly over the line, "I told you that you didn't have to do that." But despite his words she can hear how happy he is, loving all the attention.

"I wanted to. " She answers easily, leaning her head back onto the cushion.

Then the doorbell rings, caught off guard she jumps at the mechanical chime.

"Joon young ssi, are you expecting anyone or a package?"

He pauses before answering, humming thoughtfully.

"No. Unless Chris sent something, I'm not expecting anything."

"Do you want me to check what it is?" She asks not sure if he's okay with her opening his door or accepting packages in his behalf.

"Go ahead, my home is your home." He replies breezily, making her heart flutter effortlessly.

Ignoring the butterflies in her belly she jumps up tugging the sweater he'd lent her a few weeks away back up her shoulder, lightly jogging to the door in her slippers.

"Okay one minute I'm opening the door no-"

As she swings the door open she sees what was delivered to the door.

Joon young grins at her, waving with the hand not holding his phone against his face.

"Surprise."

She throws herself into his arms, standing on the tips of her toes to place her chin on his shoulder. He instantly returns her hug, wrapping her in his warm embrace.

Minutes roll by as they sway in each other's arms.

He begins to draw back first, tenderly putting her hair behind her ears.

"Move in with me."

She looks at him. One blink, two blinks.

"What?"

"I want to come home to you everyday."

They had already discussed this, moving into together in the future when they were ready, both agreeing it was too soon.

"I know we agreed but I missed you so much and seeing you in my house in my clothes. I just....I want you here. I'm ready."

Her mother is definitely going to kill her, she'd been irate when she'd showed her the ring on her finger. Loudly complaining that they'd just been broken up how was it possible that they'd reconciled and were already engaged.

She hadn't been able to explain it to her, too happy to be brought down to earth and finally her mother had sighed before leaving with a final, "You've changed since being with him."

Her mother is right. She has changed and she might like the person she's becoming.

"Okay. I'll move in."

She's unprepared for him to lift her up and run into the apartment.

Her cheeks hurt from her huge smile.

Weeks later all her belongings are packed into boxes, labeled and neatly stacked. She says goodbye to the room where she's spent most of her life, practicing, crying, sleeping, reading, worrying, being.

Joon young had insisted on coming over to formally meet her parents, despite her oppositions fearful of her mother's wrath. Her mother hadn't spoken to her all week, passing by her room with deep sighs and blazing glares.

Brushing lint off her skirt she stands up walking to the shower.

She gets a text from her fiancée as she's blow drying her hair.

I'm outside.

With a deep shutter she walks to the door, buzzing him in and waiting by the door. When she hears footsteps outside the door, she pulls the door open before he can ring the bell.

"Hi." She greets him with a wave, taking notice of the flowers in his right hand and a bottle of wine in the left.

From over her shoulder her father's voice interrupts them, "Oh good! You brought alcohol good idea, my wife will need it."

She turns to lightly glare at her dad but he simply shrugs at her, taking his seat at the table.

Turning back to Joon young she offers him a reassuring smile, "My mom isn't that scary, you'll be okay." She lies, moving out of the way and allowing him to step into her home.

When her mother finally joins them, she's wearing all black from head to toe. The look on her face promises nothing good, her eyes narrowing into thin lines as she glares at Joon young.

Immediately he raises to bow at the waist, offering the flowers. After a moment's hesitation she takes them before thrusting them at her father, who rushes to find a vase to put them in.

Sliding into her seat, her mother's eyes remain locked on Joon young.

"I want to marry your daughter."

Song-ah and her father both twist to look at him in shock.

Under the table she nudges him, not sure this is the best thing to break up with her mother currently dressed for a funeral. Probably Joon young's.

"Oh really? And why's that? Didn't you two break up before, how do you know that you're ready for marriage? It's not as trivial as dating you can't just break up when things get hard."

Song-ah freezes in her seat, this is the most her mother has said all week. And with a chilling blow she realizes that her mother is worried about her, and she's showing it the only way she knows how, with anger and biting judgment.

"Yes, she broke up with me because I wasn't making her happy. After we broke up I realized that nothing mattered to me without her in my life. I'm happiest when I'm with her. I know I can't control her happiness but I'm going to try my hardest to put a smile on her face everyday."

Tears pool in her eyes, and finally spill when he captures her hand in a tight hold under the table.

Her mother scoffs, "When did you get so emotional?" But she simultaneously hands her a napkin to catch her tears.

After a pregnant pause, filled with her sniffles and Joon young squeezing her hand while stroking her fingers her mother finally sighs in defeat.

"Okay, you do that. She's your problem now."

That's all it takes to break the tension that lingered in the air and suddenly her father is chatting amicably with Joon young, filled with questions about the piano and whether or not he likes baseball. She watches them quietly, shoveling food into her mouth.

As dinner simmers down, her father has cajoled Joon young into agreeing to watch a baseball game with him, accepting his new son in law with open arms excitedly  clapping his shoulder  as she helps her mother to clear the table.

"Thank you for dinner, it was delicious." Joon young bows again, her mother's eyes lose a bit of their icy chill.

"You're welcome." She answers simply before walking away.

Then she suddenly stops, speaking without turning around. "I expect that you two will come for dinner at least once a week, she might be your future wife but she's still our daughter."

"Yes, of course." Joon young answers, gripping her hand tighter.

"Fine. Get home safely."

And with that she's gone, sequestered into her bedroom.

Her father's smile is a warm blanket after the cold dinner, "I think she likes you. The last time my other daughter brought home a boyfriend she wasn't nearly as friendly."

"He's not my boyfriend." She surprises them all with her immediate response.

Joon young perks up in pride, stroking her ring. His joy is palpable.

"That he isn't." Her father agrees, simply looking at them both. Before he continues, "You can walk him down, your mother wants you to sleep here tonight."

She nods.

When they get outside, he swings their hands in the space between them.

"I've been waiting to do this all night." And with those words, he yanks her into a kiss his lips tasting of the wine they drank.

He gently tugs at her jaw, pulling her mouth open to his exploration dipping and devouring her. Hands sensually sliding around her waist and pulling her flush against his body.

She loses drag of time and when she finally draws back, his blissed face greets her.

"I wish you were coming home with me. You look too pretty right now."

She blushes under his gaze, burying her head in his collar, overheated.

They stand in each other's arms, his hands stroking her back as she inhales his distinctive scent- masculine and clean.

"Well aren't you two just precious?" Her sister's voice cuts through the air, she jumps in the embrace but doesn't draw away.

They both turn to greet her, Joon young bowing again.

"Mom's been watching through the window so hopefully you two have only been hugging this whole time."

Her eyes widen as she peers up at the window, her mother's iron stare penetrating through her.

Her sister chuckles, "Oh look at the glare. You two were definitely doing more than hugging. Nice one, she won't be angry at me for drinking late now."

She glares at her sister's smiling face.

"You should go up." He softly says pulling her into a final hug, she nods before pulling away and walking away with her sister.

She turns to wave once more and he smiles from the same spot, lovingly gazing at her.

As they stand in the elevator, she avoids her sister's gaze.

"You've changed. You seem happy." Her sister mumbles.

She stills at the words, mulling it over before meeting her sister's gaze.

"I am. I'm really happy."

When she falls into bed, her phones buzzes and she already knows who it's from.

Good night, I love you.

Twisting in her bed, she squeals like a teenager clutching her phone to her chest.

She's so happy.



[liafics]

insecurities

pairing: requested fluff dominic x reader

warning: unprotected sex, slight mention of body image issues 

a/n: first time writing fluffly smut (yes i’m that kinky lmao) so i hope y’all think its cute - also, guess what? tumblr is still glitching and not showing my posts under their tags lmao

masterlist request smut prompts

y/n stood in front of her mirror. it was unexpected, she never thought the insecurities would resurface again. but they have. it’s not something she’s open about. people are typically so quick to shut the conversation down with empty compliments, it makes y/n’s feelings seem invalid. and that just makes it worse. that speck of insecurity lingered in her brain, and was amplified by what she saw in the mirror. 

to her dismay, dominic entered their bedroom. she was in her everyday cotton panties and bra, suddenly feeling that she’s been getting a bit careless with her appearance lately.

“what’s that sad face for, my love?”

she spun around, startled to hear his voice as he caught her in a rather sensitive and private moment. y/n felt too exposed and embarrassed at that moment. she shot him a small forced smile as she reached for her sweater laying on their bed.

“baby, what’s the matter?” dominic softly asks, as he walked to her and stopped y/n from leaving the mirror’s reflection.  he wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on her head, as they both stared into their reflection together. dominic held her tightly, just enough to feel a sense of protection from his grasp, but y/n’s eyes were filling up with tears. at that sight, she instantaneously felt inferior to other women, almost undeserving of dominic.

dom’s face softened as he caught a glimpse of her tears slowly streaming down her face. he could tell her mind was wandering off to some dark place. she sighed, realising that it’s time to properly voice her insecurities. she trusts dom, but it’s still difficult to express what she is embarrassed about.

“…i just don’t like my reflection, pretty sure you don’t either” she murmurs.

he jerked back from y/n. she thought that such movement confirmed her suspicions, but then he spoke up.

“you see your thighs?” dominic questions.

“unfortunately.”  

“well, when i look at them i can see all the moments i’ve laid my head on your lap, as you played with my hair to comfort me. you’re so loving, y/n.”

y/n looks down to the floor with a small smile, her boyfriend still manages to make her blush.

“and your waist, oh god. i absolutely love how effortlessly my hands can lay on your body and hold you. we just fit together.”

how can he be so fucking adorable. at this point, y/n lets go of any tension in her body. she didn’t even realise until she finally relaxed.

“your eyes, y/n. i love how they light up whenever your excited for something. i love seeing your heart through them whenever you look at me. look at us baby, we look so beautiful together, and that’s because you are drop dead gorgeous.”

they remained facing the mirror for a while. y/n’s sad tears are now replaced with sweet happy tears.  she finally turned and faced him directly, their lips met as they expressed their love for each other. it was gentle, yet passionate. y/n’s heart couldn’t be filled with any more love. their kiss grew more heated, as dominic pulled her closer against his body. his hands subtly reached out to her back, to unclasp her bra.

“let me show you how much I truly love your body, baby.” dominic softly whispered against her lips.

he picked her up, carrying her across the room to the bed, laying her down gently. blood rushed to her face, as he played around with the waistband of her panties, before slowly pulling them down. dominic could tell she was feeling nervous. he leaned down and placed a kiss on her cheek, followed by her lips. he slowly moved down to her neck, leaving soft warm kisses. then, he kissed across her collarbones, leaving a trail down her chest. he placed a soft kiss on each breast, the blush on y/n’s cheeks deepening into a redder tone.

“i definitely love these” he chuckled. he took a nipple in his mouth, sucking it gently, as his hand played and softly tugged on the other one. y/n let out a small whimper, her body arching towards dom’s mouth. he pulled away, his hands roaming down her body as he looked into her eyes. he loved this type of physical intimacy.

“i’m glad you told me about this. it gives me even more motivation to show you how truly beautiful you are.”

his kisses travelled downwards, placing kisses on each side of your hips. her legs inadvertently opened, earning a smirk from dominic. his hands gently laid on her thighs, as his tongue grazed over her core. it was incredibly delicate. she could feel his mouth lightly sucking and teasing her clit, just enough to get her more comfortable. y/n’s soft moans filled the room, and she could feel him smirk against her core. dom reached for her face again, kissing y/n as tenderly as possible as he slowly slid into her, causing her to instantly gasp at the sensation. y/n was so caught up in the moment that she didn’t even realise that dom had undressed himself. this was a kind of gentle intimacy that was almost too vulnerable. but it felt too right.

she held onto dom, her legs wrapping around his waist to bring their bodies even closer. y/n could feel every thrust deeper inside her, as her nails marked dominic’s back. her shy timid noises were getting louder, as she felt herself tighten against him. he buried his face into her neck, his groans sending vibrations all the way down her spine. dom pushed y/n’s legs further up his sides, granting deeper access into her. he watched her, slowly becoming breathless yet managing to repeatedly murmur his name. she felt him tense over her body, as he pinned her wrists down whilst he released into her. the pressure on her body was becoming overwhelming, as y/n felt herself tighten around dominic and coming apart, not too long after him.  dominic laid on her chest for a while, both with a huge smile on their faces.

“you’re beautiful beyond belief, y/n.” dom murmurs, as he traced little shapes on her skin.

[voltagesmutter]

Shaw - Do you blame me?

Request for @blonde-asianpunk​

My first experience with Shaw, hoping it fits his character.

Prompt: OC x Shaw (MLQC) fluff please, with the prompt, "do you blame me?" "I blame you for everything." Would be very happy with something long, but if that's too much, a drabble is fine! :D

Smut, Fluff and NSFW

You couldn’t say you was exclusive, but then in the next breath you wouldn’t say you was just fucking. But then you wouldn’t say you expected it to hurt so when you saw him flirting with another woman.

You could spot them lavender locks anyway, a small smile unconsciously forming on your face as you made your way over to him. You agreed to meet in a bar downtown, you were finally going to get an answer out of him about tonight. 

Tonight was a celebration evening for LFG as all departments had exceeded their achieving goals and a few days ago you couldn’t contain your excitement to Shaw. You gave him a quick sneak peek at your dress and explained the whole event, although he didn’t look bored he also wasn’t thrilled with this conversation. 

“I already told you, I think you look best with nothing on,” He teased as he lay on your bed, arms resting behind his head as he watched you.

“Ah yes, turn up naked to my work event, won’t I just be the belle of the ball,” You giggle back, putting your dress safely back in its place in your wardrobe. 

“Well since you won’t show me you in your dress, I think you should get naked now instead,” He smirks, raising an eyebrow at his challenge. With a roll of your eyes, determined to never let this cheeky chappy win against you, you stand at the foot of your bed and fling your top off leaving your naked torso on show.

“No bra? You dirty girl,” He smirks, not moving from his position as he watches you slowly pull your jeans off before pulling your panties off at a slow agonising pace. You had absolutely no problem being naked around Shaw since most of the time you spent together you were naked or barely dressed, you felt comfortable around him in a sort of way.

“Well?” You ask, cocking an eyebrow waiting for his next move.

“Get your tight little ass here now,” He hums, his amber eyes admiring your body. You can’t help giggle as when you get close his arms pull down to lie on your bed with him, your lips meeting in a heavy passion. 

You lay next to each other, not cuddling but in a close proximity, basking in your afterglow.

“Come with me,” You softly hum, turning onto your side to face him, ever so softly running your fingers in his hair that swept over his forehead.

“I already did,” He winks back to you and you slap him playfully on his chest.

“No, you knob!” You giggle, “To my work event,”. His silent reaction said it all. This was clearly just a sexual thing, nothing more.

“I’ll see,” Is all he says.

Moments like these are made you feel more than the pair of you was just fucking, sharing intimate and personal moments together. You and Shaw had met over 4 months ago at a nightclub, after some not so subtle flirting, a few shots and some erotic dancing, you ended up spending the night together. It was raw and passionate, he was beyond the best sex you had ever had. He was almost a clique of a bad guy, but there was something about him that you couldn’t place. Rather than wanting to get sucked into his bad boy ways, he definitely seemed the type to only hit that thing once with a girl, you snuck out of his apartment early the next morning as he was still deep in a heavy slumber. 

You tried all day however was unable to get your handsome fling out your head and is by some higher nature when you was walking through the park later that evening, there he was. He was on a skateboard, effortlessly rolling along the pavement, heading in your direction. You weren't sure what to do, did you say hi? Oh yes that would be brilliant wouldn’t it, hiya didn’t expect to see you ever again I’m the girl who you made moan your name last night before ducking out your apartment this morning! You’d never run into a one night stand before, not that you had any before, this was your first one hence why unsure how to react this morning. 

“Bella?” He called you as he came closer, taking out a black earbud.

“Oh hello,” You manage, your red flustered as he stopped, kicking his skateboard up to be held in his hands.

“You left this morning,” He said with a playful pout to wind you up, but you couldn’t help admire his beauty in the daylight. In the club it was very different, flashing lights illuminating colour against his skin, whereas now you were able to see the paleness of his skin being highlighted by that lavender iced hair. Your mind racing back to your previous night, how his face was in pure ecstasy as he thrust himself into you, enticed by your tight heat. You felt your arousal beginning to stir within you the longer you stare and the more your mind raced. Needless to say, neither of you could resist each other's charms in your conversation and before you could even think what was happening you were panting heavily in your apartment in his arms. 

It was clear there was a spark between you, it felt almost electric. But Shaw's words hit you like a lightning bolt, ‘I don’t do relationships,’. So you both agreed this could just become friends (strangers) with benefits. You started off as just casual sex maybe once or twice a week but as your sexual encounters blossomed, each time becoming more passionate and intense from the last, you both found each other craving one another more and more until you doing the dirty together almost everyday. You got to learn more about him, both opening to each other about your lives and selves, adding an emotional side to your physical.

As time passed by you found yourself beginning to fall for the messy bad boy, something you had tried so hard not to do. But how could you not? Not when he invited you to watch his band play, an intense quickie in the venue's bathroom before he played, or when he would come to your apartment and talk to you about your day, sharing dinner before ravaging each other and waking up in his arms. 

You found yourself missing him when he wasn’t there, the way his harsh tongue would banter back with you, both of you trying outwit each other. How you both pushed each other to achieve new highs and climaxes, Shaw could bring you a finish within minutes almost knowing your body perfectly. He reacted and acknowledged every little moan, whimper, hip thrust and twist to help bring you to an earth shattering release. You couldn’t even talk about the first time he went down on you, it was like electricity pumped through your veins as you saw flashes of white lightning in your eyes, an orgasm that left you a shiver wreck on your bed. You even fell for his little quirks, how he at times would drop his bad boy facade giving you an insight into the vulnerableness of him, or how we would pout slightly when you had to leave, how his ravenous kisses would be more tend and focused on your pleasure if you had had a long day at work. No, you found yourself completely head over heels for him, but his words always echoed in the back of your mind.

“I don't do relationships,”. 

Whilst you knew you were on the path of getting your heart broken, you couldn’t stop coming back for more, he was like an addiction. Your body ached for his touches, he was like a high feeling that coursed through your veins, unable to cope when you had to go without him. Unable to stop yourself wanting more and more from him, you were like an addict unable to pull yourself away. But you knew Shaw would never commit to you or be yours and that was something you would have to accept, even though a small part of you had a glimmer of hope that maybe he felt the same towards you.

So when you waltzed into the bar, ready to ask him once more officially to join you tonight, it stung like a thousand wounds on your body when you saw him with a hand on another girl's thigh. 

“Aside from being sexy, what else do you?” A hint of smugness in his voice. Your heart felt punctured but you knew this would happen, Shaw merely saw you a fuck friend, nothing more. And you, like the idiot you were, had fallen head over heels for him. You couldn’t admit it felt good to see the woman push him off her, her actions very clear for him to back off and leave her alone. Shaking his head and throwing his hands up in defence apologising, he turned around before his eyes settled on you and he made his way over, that eat-shit smug grin on his eyes.

“Ready to get out of here baby?” He asks, attempting to put an arm over your waist but you slap it away. You needed to end this before you got yourself into an even deep hurt.

“No actually, I- I um,” You start as his face twists into slight concern as his amber eyes met yours, “I, this is,”. But your interrupted by a blessing in disguise, a phone call from Victor. Holding up a finger to Shaw, you answer before stepping outside.

“Hello Victor?” You ask.

“You're still coming tonight?” His voice was stern and just like true Victor fashion his words were straight to the point.

“I am, yes,”.

“Are you still going alone?”. There was a slight pause.

“Yes,”.

“I’ll pick you up at 6, don’t be late,” With that he puts the phone down. Unsure of what just really happened you turned to see Shaw waiting impatiently for you still inside and you head towards him.

“Everything okay?”.

“Yeah I, um, I’m sorry I need to go,” You mumble, not wanting to talk or look at him as you turned to leave. You made it a few steps outside the building before his voice calling you and a gentle grasp holding your wrist.

“Whats going on?” He asks, turning you to face him. You couldn’t figure him out, he was happy to fuck you without a care but flirted with others still but acted like he cared for you. It made your head spin and you wished you never got yourself into this mess.

“I’m fine Shaw, just let me go,” You whisper, hoping he understood to free you from this tangled mess with him.

“Before you were going to say something?” His voice was soft, lowering his rugged persona that made your heart race. He fucked with your head, like he had with your body.

“I can’t do this Shaw, this whole fling? Casual sex? I can’t, I’m not like you, I have emotions and care for people,” You finally say with a deep breath, “Now please, let me go,”. You could see a hint of pain in his eyes, he clearly knew you saw him hitting on that other woman earlier whilst waiting for you but he slowly released his grip. You bit your lip and turned away, doing your best to hold back the tears as you walked away for good from the man who had your heart without even knowing.

Once home you prepared for tonight, today had not gone as you expected at all. You had just a tiny ray of hope that Shaw would message you, but you felt stupid because you know he wouldn’t. You style your hair into a chignon bun before applying the faint traces of make up to your skin. You stripped off and pulled your dress out of the wardrobe, the last time you had looked at it was the day you showed it Shaw and you had hoped to wear it with him tonight, but alas no. The dark purple v neck that plunged down your torso clung to your ample breasts, the chiffon skirt falling to the floor with its layers swishing every time you moved. You had to hold your skirt every time you walked, otherwise your lavender heels stepped on the skirt and would knock you flying off balance, although falling was clearly a special skill of yours. 

“You look really… nice,” Victor said with a slightly smile as he greeted you outside your apartment.

“Thank you,” You smile, that was the closet you would get to a compliment from him.

When you arrived, you held onto the muscular but slightly tense arm of your CEO, a position any girl within the whole of loveland would be jealous of, but you don’t savour the moment of the handsome man escorting you. Instead your mind is occupied by the lavender haired boy you were unable to shake from your thoughts. It stung, but there was nothing there to be hurt over, Shaw made it clear he wasn’t looking to be with someone but he managed to fall head first into your heart. 

“Will you at least try to smile,” Victor sighed, as he led you to the dance floor.

“Sorry, it’s just a lot of stuff on my mind,” You flash him a smile as he places a hand on your waist and the other entwined with your fingers. Placing your free hand on his shoulder, you let him lead you into the dance.

“I hope it’s about the report due on monday,” He chuckles, as you sink into his embrace, resting your head on his shoulder.

“You look really pretty for a dummy,” He whispers so quietly into your ear you almost don’t hear it. You actually enjoy your moment of sweeping across the room with Victor, it kept you distracted from thinking about Shaw.

But as you were lost in your thoughts, a young man with one of the purest beating hearts stood and watched you in the arms of another. Shaw. He watched from afar, dressed in a suit (Yes a suit) hoping to come and talk to you, but watching your smile and the way your face lit up with laughter against Victor's chest made him storm out. He knew he had no right to be jealous or angry, but he struggled not to be, the woman he actually felt things for was in the arms of another man. 

He knew it was his fault after you saw him flirting this morning but he didn’t realise you were behind him, but not that that was a valid excuse. He argued with himself, how could be jealous over something he didn’t have, you weren't his and after the looks of tonight you never would be. It was true what he said when you first met about not doing relationships and he thought it still was, that was until he came back to you, never had he been with the same person twice but there was something special about you. Something that made his heart race, the smell of your perfume became his favourite scent, your infectious smile was the only thing he wanted to see when he woke up and when he went to bed. He enjoyed his time with you and not just the sex side of it, he wanted to learn all about you and become involved with your life. He never caught feelings ever, he was sure at one point he wasn’t even capable of feeling anything but then you came into his life and turned it upside down. The morning after the night you met, he thought you were a dream to start, a heavenly dream due to no trace of you being there when he awoke. But when he saw you down the street later that day, he couldn’t stop himself from heading to you and next moment you were once again joined as one in your apartment. He found himself craving your touch every second of the day, unable to remove you from his mind, all he wanted was you. He tried to keep his feelings at bay, hoping you didn’t notice the almost loving gazes he made at you when you wasn’t watching or the way he would wake up early just to admire your soft sleeping face. 

The day you asked him to attend your work event threw him a little, he didn't mean to come across as a dick but he just sorta did. Of course he would want to go but he knew the questions would then start of ‘who is this?’, ‘is this your boyfriend Bella?’. Quite frankly questions he didn’t have the answer to. He never had a real relationship before, he literally was a hit and dip kind of guy and was worried of how that would play out with you. Would you feel the same towards him? Would you laugh in his face at the gesture of becoming a couple? These undoubtable thoughts lingered in his mind when he was alone, them being the reason he never pursued anything more with how he felt towards you. 

Then earlier in the bar, it was a force of habit to flirt with the other woman, almost being a confidence boost (which was clearly unsuccessful). Never had you asked to meet in a public place before, you always met at either one's apartments so he was already having doubts about what was happening. The fact you were late as well, made him worry you weren't coming. Almost anxious and nervous, he tried the single flirting line on the woman to try calm himself but that was when he completely fucked everything up and he couldn’t stop kicking himself over it.

You slipped away at the free champagne, this had to have been your third glass and waviness started to kick in. Forgetting to pick up your dress as you walked, you stumbled forward until a pair of arms caught you.

“Dummy, come on lets get you some air,” Victor sighed, helping you to walk outside. 

“I’m fine,” You pouted with a slight slur, trying to bat his arm away but he led you to some outdoor seating and made you sit down.

“Deep breaths,” He said, sitting opposite you as he watched you sway slightly.

“Have you ever been in love?” You hiccup, looking at him as an open eyed Victor looks at you in response. 

“Bit personal don’t you think,” He mumbles.

“I think I am,” You say, a grin plastered on your face as you thought back to Shaw, “I really think I love him,”.

“Idiot, I don’t need to hear this,”.

“He’s so lovely to me, when he’s not flirting with other woman, but we’re not together you know?” You start, mumbling to him, “I just feel my heart flutter when I see him, and the sex, oh god the sex-”. A heavily blushing Victor coughs to interrupt you as he stands up, feeling rather uncomfortable.

“You’ve had too much, I don’t need to be hearing about one of my top employees sex life,” He shakes his head and goes to walk off but you grab his hand lightly.

“Victor, you know you’ll have a special place in my heart,” You softly whisper as you stroke your thumb over his hand.

“I know dummy, I know,” He says in response before walking back inside. And you’ll always hold my heart, he thinks to himself.

Taking your phone out you flicked through your photos, you had taken some of you and Shaw on the night you met, making you smile. He looked so handsome, just like he did in real life. Even a photo memory of him made your heart race at double time. You didn’t understand it, why if he didn’t feel anything towards when he had to have you nearly everyday? Why did he call you the nights he couldn’t see you? Why did each of your bodies respond perfectly to each other's touches? Why did you have to be so utterly in love with someone who didn’t love you back?

Lost in your thoughts you didn’t realise the tears that started rolling down your face. Without thinking you dialed a number, it took a few rings before the other end picked up.

“You're a dick you know,” You sob.

“Looks like you didn’t give two shits when being draped over Mr.Fucking Perfect Li,” Shaw spat down the phone.

A moment silence passed.

“How did you know I was with Victor…?” You sniffed.

“I-...Fuck, okay I came to see you, to talk to you but there you was in his arms,”. You bit your lip, he came to the event to see you?

“Shaw…”.

“What? You already told me what you wanted earlier,” His voice was harsh, not something you had heard from him before.

“Don’t turn this on me! This all started because you flirted with that woman first,”. 

“Do you blame me?” He asks.

“I blame you for everything…”.

There was another silence between you two.

“Are you still at your event?”.

“Yes,” You hiccup and you hear his laugh ever so lightly down the phone.

“I’ll be there in 10, wait out front for me,” And puts the phone down. 

Wiping the tears away, you take a few deep breaths to try to regain the situation before exiting the event and there he was. Standing there in open white shirt with a black t-shirt underneath, his leather jacket over the top and his skinny jeans, the man you so desperately seeked. 

“Shaw…” You cry and he turns as you run into his arms, him slowly embracing you as you nuzzle yourself against his chest.

“Your freezing,” He mutters, taking off his jacket and wrapping it around you, “Let’s get you home, you stink like booze,”.

“I might be just a little drunk,” You giggle, making a pinching gesture with your fingers. He watches you stumble slightly and rolls his eyes, picking you up and carrying you home.

“I can walk!” You pout but throw your arms around his neck, “I don’t understand you,”. Your face rests against his chest.

“I’m no good for you,” He responds.

“I’m no good without you,” You mumble and he stops, looking down to your face. Gone was his harsh look, instead a softness melted over his face with a subtle smile.

“There’s just something about you that makes me lose myself with you,” He whispers softly. You hiccup, ruining the soft moment between you as Shaw sights, “Your drunk”. He carries you home in silence before dropping you outside your door.

“Please, don’t go,” You reach for his hand to stop him leaving.

“Your drunk, I might be a knob but I’d never take advantage of a drunk woman,”.

“One I’m asking you to stay, nothing more, and two I’m not drunk! I might have been tipsy but the air smacked it out of me,” You say, unlocking your door and walking in. Shaw follows and shuts the door behind him.

“Coffee?” You ask, walking into your kitchen and flicking on the kettle.\

“Bella, what are we doing? Half an hour you were crying down the phone to me how you blamed me for everything and now you want me to stay?” His voice full of confusion, met with his confused gazed. Taking a deep breath, you lean against your kitchen counter, it was now or never.

“I thought we had something happening between us, I know, I know what you about how you felt about relationships, I just felt like maybe there was something,” You bit your lip and tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, “I guess I developed feelings for you and seeing you flirting with that woman just kinda summed it up how you feel,”.

“You have no idea how I feel about you,” Shaw quickly responds, closing the gap between you as he lifts your head with his hand to meet his gaze.

“H-how do you feel?” You swallow and feel like your heart is going to break out of it case.

“That you are the only person for me, that you are meant for me,” He ever so softly strokes your face.

“Shaw, I love you,” Tears begin to form in your eyes at his confession.

“I love you too,” He answers back, pressing a loving kiss to your lips. You wrap your arms around his bringing him closer to you as his arms wrap around your waist. Your kiss deepens as he slips his tongue into your mouth, his fingertips gently digging into your waist. You guide him walking backwards, neither of you leaving each other's lips as you enter your bedroom.

“Did I tell you how beautiful you look?” He breathless whispers as he places kisses against your neck, making you moan.

“I can’t believe you came tonight,” You manage, tugging at his shirt to lift it off.

“Suit and everything,” His shirts quickly removed.

“God damnit, I missed a suit?” You gasp as nips at your neck with a chuckle.

“Yep, I’ll have to make it up to you,” His lips once again finding yours as he reaches behind for your zipper.

Even though you had some more time than you could count, you took tonight to savour each others touch and kisses, admiring each other's bodies. Shaw nestled between your legs, using one hand to guide him against you as the other intertwined with your fingers. I love you, he grunted before thrusting into you, a moan of his name falling from your lips. He took his now free hand to cradle your face, sharing sweet kisses as he slowly rocked against your hips, taking all of time to make love to you. He kept eye contact with you as he continued at  a steady pace, neither of you rushing to chase your highs instead just enjoying the intimacy.

“Shaw! I-I’m gonna,” You moan, throwing your back with a arch in your back.

“Me too,” He groaned, with two more thrusts both bringing you to earth shattering releases as his lips pressed against yours. He holds you in his arms afterwards, not wanting to let you out of his arms. 

“I love you,” You yawn, as you drift off peacefully against his chest.

“I love you too,” He whispers softly, pressing gentle kisses to your hair. He stays for a while to watch you peacefully sleep, whispering sweet words against your hair. For tonight he would cherish and shower you in love, before returning to his normal bad boys persona in the morning, however this time he would have his perfect woman by his side. Shaw saw nothing else in the world that came as close to importance to you, but he wouldn’t tell you that, he had to keep you on your toes somehow with him. But all that mattered was that you loved him and he had loved you the minute he saw you.

[slutforgoodliterature]

Loki x Reader - God of Mischief

Prompt: If you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning? 

Summary: You and Loki are forced to attend a fancy dinner in Asgard, where you question Loki’s talents. He shows you just how talented he really is. 

Warnings: Oral, teasing, public, dirty talk, cloning (of himself), smut, dom elements

“I detest these dinners.” Loki frowned as he helped do up the corsetting in the back of your long silk gown. 

“Don’t be rude.” You frowned playfully at him in the mirror, watching as his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. 

“God damn it...Y/N, I don’t know what I’m doing.” He finally admitted, running a hand through his long hair in frustration. 

“How can it be that hard?” You huffed, reaching around your own waist and beginning to lace your dress up.

“Well, usually I’m taking these evil contraptions off, not putting them on.” He smirked, snaking his arms around your hips and tucking his chin into the nook of your neck, kissing your skin there lightly. You sighed, wishing more than anything that you could forgo the entire evening and stay in bed with your boyfriend, but duty calls. 

“Stop that.” You demanded, but there was no heat behind your words. He continued to kiss a trail up to your ear, where he nipped lightly, causing you to let out a squeak. “Seriously, Loki, if you don’t cut that out we’re never going to get there.” His arms around you tightened. 

“I don’t see that being a problem.” His melodic voice was muffled against your skin. 

“You know how the Allfather gets, he’ll send down your mother to fetch us. Better yet, he’ll send down Thor.” You reminded your overzealous boyfriend. You’d been caught in that situation twice before, and really weren’t keen for a third time. His attractive face twisted into a scowl. 

“Let them try! I am Loki, son of Laufey, God of Mischief and I will-”

“Listen to my girlfriend because she knows best?” You finished for him, turning in his arms and cupping his enraged face in your hands. He calmed down, resting his forehead against yours. 

“Sorry, I blame the sexual frustration.” He muttered, smirking lightly. 

“Sexual frustration? Loki, we literally had sex not even a half hour ago!” You exclaimed. 

“Exactly! It’s been far too long.” He groaned, grabbing your hands from where they were grasping the ties of your corset behind you and attempting to undo all the progress you’d already made. 

“Loki, I’m serious, we have to go! It’ll only be an hour, two at most.” You promised, backing away from his wandering hands and finishing tying up your dress. 

His long body leant against the dresser, his lithe muscles and narrow hips making you seriously question your own sanity in choosing to leave. Before you could change your mind, however, there was a knock on the door. 

“Loki, Y/N! Are you ready for dinner?” Frigga’s voice floated through the door and you both sighed. 

“Coming, mother!” Loki growled, for which you catechised him. 

“Stop being a prick.” You hissed as he grabbed your hand and lead you to the door. 

“Just you wait, darling, I’ll show you a prick.” He winked quicker than a flash and sent you his devious smile, but before you could question him, Frigga was upon the two of you. 

“Your father is waiting in the hall,” Frigga cautioned and you had to stop Loki from letting out a ‘not my real father’ with a tug of his arm, “and you know he doesn't like to wait.”

“We apologise, your majesty, I was having trouble lacing up my dress.” You bowed your head, and she sent you a warm smile. 

“Not to worry, my dear, I understand how difficult those things can be. And how utterly useless men are at helping.” She nodded her head towards Loki with an affectionate grin. You laughed at his outraged expression. 

“Agreed, it’s definitely not where their talents lie.” You added. 

“Say what you want, I know my talents.” He finally said as you entered the grand hall. “I cannot wait to eat.” He growled into your ear, and his tone had you whirling around to face him. 

“Loki, do not-” You began, but Odin cut you off. 

“So glad you two could join us!” His deep voice boomed across the hall and he spread his arms out, gesturing at the incredible feast that was laid out upon the equally impressive dining table. He sat at one end, with Frigga on his left. A couple of important people were seated at the table as well, but none of them you knew the name of. 

“No Thor tonight?” Loki asked innocently, ignoring your glare as he pulled out a seat for you. You sat down and he took his place at the other head of the table. 

“Unfortunately not, he had some urgent business to take care of in Midgard,” Odin announced, looking dreadfully proud of his firstborn. “Thor does so much for the rest of the seven kingdoms, you know. He’s such a caring boy. Not to mention his power! Oh ho! He could flick an ice giant through a wall, I have no doubt!” Frigga, absolutely mortified, started to whisper-yell at her husband, who seemed to be on good terms with the brandy already. 

You could sense Loki’s anger so you aimed a kick at him under the table. He knew it was coming and caught your foot effortlessly, sending you a dark look. 

“I’d watch yourself, my love.” He said lowly so that no one else could hear. Not that anyone would regardless, the table was so big that you were a good metre away from the person next to you and even more from the lady across the table. Loki was the closest person to you, and whilst that would normally make you relaxed, it only filled you with a sense of dread at that point.

“Loki, please calm down-” You began but a tug of your leg stopped you short.

“Do not.... test me, Y/N. Not tonight.” He let go of your leg and gripped the bridge of his nose with two fingers. You felt sorry for him, you knew how much he hated being compared to Thor, and yet it seemed that every chance his (adoptive) parents got, they would always find a way to rub it in his face. 

He was the outsider. 

That still didn’t excuse his behaviour towards you, so you sat stonily in your chair and ignored the sorrowful looks your boyfriend was shooting you. 

“Darling, I’m sorry, you know it’s not you. I-” Loki reached out and tried to grip your hand but you snatched it away, taking a sip of the red wine in front of you.

“A toast!” Odin roared, standing up suddenly from his seat and swaying slightly. “To Thor!” He suddenly winced and you were willing to put money on Frigga taking a well-aimed kick under the table. “...and to the rest of my family! And my friends! To us all, to everyone!” He hurried and threw back the rest of his drink. The rest of the table cheered in response and finished off their glasses as well before digging into the feast. 

A low melody began to play as the band picked up their instruments and sounds of laughter and chatter filled the air. You were still ignoring Loki and instead engaged in small talk with the lady across the table from you. 

“The silent treatment, huh?” Loki muttered and you could basically hear the smirk in his voice. “I know a way to get you talking, darling.” You were concerned about what his methods would be, but surely he wouldn’t try anything with his family sitting metres away? 

The sound of a metal fork clattering against the stone ground made you swivel your head to look at Loki, who was smirking straight at you. “Clumsy me, I dropped my fork.” He ducked under the table and swiftly reappeared, making you even more confused about his motives. 

Before you could say a word, you felt a hand slid up your thigh, under your gown.

Your knee jerked and hit the table, causing everyone’s heads to spin to you and your blushing face. Loki sat there with a knowing smile, his fingers steepled under his chin. 

How...

“Sorry everyone, I thought I felt a spider, it was just a cobweb.” You laughed breathily, another hand running up your other leg. You shot Loki a bewildered look, knowing those long fingers were definitely his, yet he was still sat in his seat, his hands in plain view...

“Oh, I’m so sorry, would you like a maid to quickly clean it away?” Frigga asked, already motioning for a servant to come over to the table. 

You snuck a look under the table and had to smother a yelp. There was Loki, kneeling between your legs, his beautiful face adorned with a devious smile, holding a single finger up to his lips. 

“No! No!” You cried, waving the maid away, afraid that if she got to close then you would certainly be caught in a predicament. “Honestly, it’s fine. Let’s carry on with the meal, it’s delicious.” You smiled at Frigga, who still looked concerned but allowed the maid to return to her post. Slowly, everyone resumed their meals, leaving you be. 

“Explain yourself. Now.” You hissed at the Loki sitting to your right, at the head of the table. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He deadpanned, taking a sip of his wine. The Loki between your legs shifted his hands up to your hips before gripping them and tugging you forwards in your seat. You gasped and looked under the table once more. Loki sent you a cheeky wink before disappearing under your voluminous skirt. 

His shoulders pushed your legs apart as he settled between them, his hands circling your thighs. His warm breath ghosted against your panties; white and lacy, just as Loki liked. 

“Loki, what are you doing?” You whisper-yelled. 

“Who, me? I’m trying to enjoy dinner, my love.” The Loki to your right smirked knowingly at you. “Is there a problem?” 

“You know damn well that there’s a problem!” Your voice was raised enough that the lady across from you looked towards the two of you, but you sent her a reassuring smile. She returned it and continued her conversation with the gentleman next to her. 

“I don’t know if I’d call that a problem,” Loki whispered, his voice low as he regarded you through his lashes, gesturing under the table. Your stomach jolted at the look and you couldn’t help the heat pooling in your stomach. The other Loki placed a chaste kiss on the apex of your thighs, through your panties, causing you to gasp and redden. 

“Okay, you’ve proven your point.” You hissed, gripping the arms of your chair until your knuckles were white. 

“And what would that be?” He asked, hitching an eyebrow at you. 

“That you’re talented.” You breathed out, the other Loki beginning to nuzzle against your core, his nose grinding on your clit and his hair tickling your thighs. 

“Have I proved it though?” He sighed as if in thought. “You know what, darling, I don’t think I have.” He shrugged as he took another sip of wine, and you watched hungrily as his tongue darted across his tips to chase every last drop. 

“Loki, please.” You barely contained your moans. “Stop teasing, we can leave now, just-” You were cut off as the other Loki all of a sudden licked a stripe up your centre, through your soaking panties. 

“If you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning?” The Loki sitting at the table leaned closer to you and ran a finger down your exposed arm, leaving raised hairs in its wake. You tried to capture his hand with your own but he was too swift, recoiling at the last second. 

You couldn’t argue with him; the other Loki was sending shivers up your spine as he hooked his fingers in the band of your underwear and began to inch them down your legs. You tried to close your legs but his broad shoulders stopped you and held them in place. 

“Behave, or I’ll make this way harder for you.” The Loki to your right warned. You pleaded at him with your eyes but to no avail. With no barrier between the other Loki and your wet heat, he dived in, licking a fat stripe up your slit. 

This time, you couldn’t stifle your moan. Every head shot towards you, making you sputter. “Sorry, the food’s just...so good!” You gasped out, trying to smile. The other guests agreed enthusiastically, nodding their heads in approval. 

“I must say, it does taste absolutely divine,” Loki added without taking his eyes off you. 

“Oh, I’m so glad everyone is enjoying the meal!” Frigga’s eyes lit up with a smile. 

“She says that like she cooked it,” Loki muttered under his breath so only you could hear. 

Your reproachful “Loki!” quickly turned into another moan as the other Loki began to suck on your clit. The stimulation was driving you insane, and you dropped a hand underneath the table to grip him by the head through your silk gown. 

A finger teased your entrance before slipping effortlessly inside on you. You had to bite down on your knuckles to keep yourself from alerting the entire dinner party to how much pleasure was coursing through your body. 

“Having fun there, my love?” Your boyfriend asked innocently. You glared at him half-heartedly, unable to be angry at him at such a time. 

“Sweetheart, I swear to god, if we do not leave her right now, you are in so much trouble.” You growled, your head tipping back as another finger entered you. The other Loki curled them inside of you, causing your hips to buck and your eyes to squeeze shut. 

“Y/N, are you alright?” The lady across from you asked suddenly. You looked to Loki to see what would be his proposed answer. He held your gaze, seemingly weighing the pros and cons of the situation. 

“She’s fine.” He decided, ignoring your glare. “I think the heat’s just getting to her.” He fanned himself for effect. The mouth against you hummed in amusement, sending vibrations through your core. You gasped, feeling the know in the pit of your stomach grow with every flick of his tongue and curl of his finger.

“I understand completely.” The lady laughed in agreement. “The weather is so unpredictable these days.” 

“Indeed.” Was all Loki said before effectively shutting her out of the conversation. He returned his gaze to you and met your glare with a smirk. 

You didn’t dare open your mouth in fear that a moan would escape, and so instead used all your efforts to try and stop the oncoming orgasm you could feel thundering towards you. 

The other Loki sped up his pace, moving his fingers in and out of you with such a speed you were left breathless. He began to suck harshly on your clit, nipping at it lightly. The mix of absolute, sheer pleasure and the sharpness of his teeth on your sensitive skin made you see stars. 

“Loki, I’m about to-fuck!” You were cut off by your own moan as your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave. Your head fell back against the backboard of the chair as his tongue and fingers continued to assault you, riding you through your throes of pleasure. 

Your legs shook around his shoulders and your hand tightened on his head, but whether you were pushing him away or pulling him closer was hard to tell.

Your breathing slowed with your heart rate, and the other Loki licked one final stripe up your slit, collecting all your juices before his touch vanished completely. Left feeling quite empty, you collected yourself, sucking in deep breaths and opened your eyes to see everyone was frozen in place. 

“Wha...” Your eyes widened and you looked over to Loki who was grinning at you like a wolf. 

“You’re lucky I hit pause, or everyone would have seen that face you make when you orgasm.” He chuckled, his chair screeching as it was pushed back when he stood up. “That’s just for me.” 

“You...froze everyone?” You asked dumbly, your brain still not quite working all that well after your mindblowing orgasm. Loki stalked over to you, pulling out your chair with one strong movement and turning it to face him. 

Kneeling down in front of you, he pushed some sweaty strands of hair off your face before pulling you down into a punishing kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips. You pulled back, pushing a hand to his chest to keep him at a distance. 

“Not so fast, buddy.” His expression darkened, but you could still see a playful glint in his eyes. “You do not get a reward for that little stunt you pulled.” 

“That little stunt left you a writhing, moaning mess, did it not?” His voice dropped and he stood up, towering over you. “You just had one of the best orgasms of your life, no?” You couldn’t deny it, so you clamped your jaw shut. He could see that you weren’t going to argue and a smirk slipped onto his features. 

“That’s what I thought, darling.” He swiftly leant down and gripped you lightly by the throat, with enough pressure to make your insides squirm and heat start to pool in your belly again. “Now, why don’t you be a good girl and stand up for me, okay?” His tone left no room for argument, not that you were going to. 

You stood up on shaky legs only to be immediately turned around so your back was pressing up against his front. You could feel his straining erection and teasingly ground your ass against it. Now that the entire room was suspended in time, you had no qualms at all. 

Loki shoved you forwards so that you were kneeling on the seat, your hands gripping the backboard tightly. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you back so you were flush against him. 

“I think I deserve a thank you, don’t you?” He growled in your ear, grinding his crotch against your backside. 

“Yes.” You agreed breathlessly. His hand came up to grip your hair, which he pulled until your head tilted back enough to connect your wide eyes with his lust-blown ones that were currently narrowed in mock aggression. 

“Yes, what?” He challenged. 

“Yes, my lord.” Your breath hitched over the title and he let out a small groan. 

He released your hair and used both hands to hike your dress up. You held it above your waist, baring your naked form to him from the waist down. He moaned appreciatively, sliding a finger up your exposed slit and finding it sopping wet. 

“Look what I’ve already done to you, my love.” He lifted his finger and engulfed it in his mouth. You turned your head to capture his lips in a kiss. You waited in anticipation as you heard him unbuckle his pants and then finally felt his massive length slap against your backside as it was released. 

He let out a low hiss, running the tip along your slit and coating it nicely with your juices. The sensitive skin of your heat made you moan at the contact and subconsciously buck your hips forward, trying to escape that overstimulation. 

 He tutted and gripped your hips roughly, pulling them back. “I'm going to fuck in front of all these people, and they’ll never know.” He stated gruffly, lining up with your entrance. 

“Please, my lord.” You moaned, not being able to take the teasing anymore. Loki obliged you, entering you completely in one swift thrust. He bottomed out with a groan, your mouth slack-jawed. 

“So tight for me, darling.” He growled, pulling out almost entirely before plunging back into you again with a snap of his hips. One hand remained on your hips whilst the other tightened around your neck once more, pulling your head back and making you arch your back. “Tell me how it feels.” He demanded in your ear. 

“Fuck, Loki! Feels so good.” You moaned, your eyes screwed shut. The feeling of him pulling and pushing inside of you was causing the knot in your stomach to tighten for the second time that night. He quickened his hips, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh the only thing in the room apart from your combined moans. 

“Who’s doing this to you, Y/N? Who’s making you feel like this?” He began to suck and nibble a dark hickey onto the side of your neck. You titled your head to the side allowing him more access as you answered him. 

“You, my lord. Only...you!” A particularly hard thrust knocked the breath out of you and you reached a hand up to tangle in his long dark locks. 

His ego-trip made him positively purr and he smirked against your skin. 

“Exactly...” He growled and his hand left your throat to rub circles on your clit. You cried out and tried to escape the overstimulation yet again, but his hand snaked around your waist and held you in place. “You’re not going anywhere, my love.” 

You could barely breathe with how your senses were being attacked: his engorged member hitting a new spot in you with every thrust, his hand on your clit, his mouth on your neck... it was becoming too much. 

“Loki, please...” You moaned loudly, a sob catching in your chest. It felt so good it hurt. 

“Almost there, darling.” He groaned, his hips becoming faster as he chased his own release. “Hold on for me.” 

“I can’t,” You sobbed, your body beginning to spasm with the force of the orgasm you were barely holding back. “Feels...too much...I-” You couldn’t form a coherent sentence and you yanked at his hair, causing him to let out an animalistic growl. 

“Now, come for me.” He ordered gruffly, never ceasing his thrusts or the rubbing of your clit. 

You let go, the knot expanding inside you like a rubber band until it snapped, and a massive tsunami of pleasure washed over you. Your mouth was open in a silent scream, your entire body convulsing as shockwaves went through you. 

Loki wasn’t far behind you. With a grunt and the stuttering of his hips, he spilt his seed into you, continuing to pump his hips until both of you were completely spent. He bit down on the skin of your neck to muffle his moans, only stopping the movement of his hands once you started to shake like a leaf. 

“Fuck, Y/N.” He panted, resting his forehead on the nape of your neck. You couldn’t respond immediately as you were still trying to catch your breath. “That was...”

“Incredible.” You finished for him. 

“Indeed.” He agreed, allowing the two of you to catch your breath for a few more minutes before slowly slipping out of you. Letting your dress fall around your legs, you tried to stand up but your legs buckled beneath you. Before you could fall, Loki was cradling you in his arms and tucking you against his chest. 

“I think an early night is in order.” He placed a kiss on your forehead before suddenly unfreezing the dinner party. Music and laughter punctured your little bubble and made you jump.

Frigga, noticing that you were suddenly in Loki’s arms, became worried. 

“Oh dear, is she ok?” She asked Loki with a deeply concerned look. 

“Don’t worry, mother, just a bit tired is all. I’ll take her to bed now.” He said and began to back towards the grand doors. You waved half-heartedly at the party as the two of you left successfully and then rested your head on Loki’s chest. 

“I think we got away with it.” You yawned, nuzzling his neck.

“Do you not have any faith in my talents?” He quizzed but there was no seriousness behind his question, so you just laughed in response. 

“After that, I will never doubt them again, I can promise you.” 

[redrebecca]

Effortlessly Endearing

You met at the Met Gala, where you saved his ass and he saved yours.

Warning(s): Just swearing

A/N: Hiya, so this is a little Met Gala fic that doesn’t have Hailey in, at all. I just thought it was a kinda cute idea so yeh. Feedback is always appreciated, have a nice day.

Words: 2.2k

*

“And breathe in.” The woman from behind you commanded. The fabric restricted around your torso as she expertly stitched the material of the dress so it clung to you like a second skin, accentuating the curve of your chest and hips.

You had initially said no to this. A list events such as the Met Gala were never considered fun by your standards, more of a pain in the ass – you would much preferred to stay in your bed, eating junk food until your heart was content. But no. Instead you were stuck in a small, stuffy room being gawked at by more people than you were comfortable with, your internal organs groaning in discomfort at the all-too-tight dress and you wouldn’t dare to think the amount of unimaginable pain your feet would be in after at least 4 hours of walking in those ridiculously high heels that were placed in the corner of the room. You swore your feet ached from just the sight of them.

“Done!” The seamstress exclaimed, the first bit of emotion she’d shown since arriving. You gladly stepped off the pedestal and into your slippers, humming as your toes were finally enveloped in warmth. Unfortunately, your little moment of bliss was interrupted as you were swiftly ushered towards the hair and makeup chair. Your manager scolded you as you accidentally let an annoyed groan slip out of your mouth.

Luckily, or unluckily – you were undecided – the hair and makeup team were extremely efficient. They applied countless amounts of product on your face and put so many bobby pins into your hair you could actually feel the weight of them, in record time. However during this, someone had parted you from your beloved slippers and replaced them with the dreaded heels.

“But they’re custom Louboutins!” Your manager had expressed her disbelief when you had complained about them when they arrived. Like you cared what they were, if you made it through the event without breaking something you would be happy.

Unfortunately for you she didn’t take your request of wearing trainers instead too kindly – in fact she stormed out of the room.

*

You arrived at the event, the familiar buzz heightened your senses as you took in the other celebrities in ostentatious outfits surrounding you.

“Okay so you know the plan?” Your assistant said.

You inhaled and exhaled calming your nerves. You’d done enough met galas that you should be able to do it in your sleep, but nerves still ate away at your composure.

“I’d much rather be at home.” You muttered, wondering how many of these other celebrities felt the same way and which ones craved the attention this served them on a silver platter.

“I know you would,” She pulled you into a hug, granted it wasn’t the smoothest as she had to be extremely careful around the intricate design of your gown, but it was comforting nonetheless.

“You’re an actress right?” She said with a small smile. You nodded. “Then if you need to act, act.” You shoved her lightly, a smile gracing your features at her teasing. “You got this.” She assured you before you turned to walk the red carpet into the huge building.

As soon as you entered through the doors, interviewers began doing whatever they could to attract your attention and the sound of camera clicks increased as paparazzi swivelled and turned their focus from the people they were photographing, to you in your eye catching dress.

Sure the process wasn’t great but the outcome was simply stunning. Everything from the daring neckline to the elegant train that graciously moved behind you, like a shadow following your every move, even the colour – a charcoal grey with flecks of silver that caught the light perfectly – made this one of your favourite dresses.

The raucous caused upon your arrival resulted in many heads turning your way. You straightened your posture and put on your award winning smile before walking over to the closest interviewer.

*

You felt as though you had been here, jumping from tedious interview to tedious interview, for a long time, but, according to your watch, you had been here for under an hour.

Great.

You sped through your interview, deciding it was probably time to walk the carpet – and the dreaded stairs. The sooner you got your hands on that drink at the after party, the better. You politely declined interviewers’ offers that were being shouted at you from every angle and made your way to the buzzing centre of the event.

Several of your past co-stars approached you to have a much needed catch up, granted, it was quick and rushed, but it was always nice to see them.

You walked with Zendaya as you turned towards the long stretch of cameras paparazzi and a sea of very expensive suits and dresses, one man in particular caught your eye. Shawn Mendes. You couldn’t recall seeing him last year, or the year before that. A newbie.

He was talking to Troye Sivan, who perfectly timed scanning the room – just as you looked at him – and pointed towards you, drawing the taller man beside him’s attention to you. You waved, causing the two to smile and wave back. You turned back to your conversation with the actress before she was called over to the side by her assistant, urging you to go on without her.

Your eyes quickly found the maroon suit again, but this time the bright red of Troye’s suit was no longer there. He looked almost lost, certainly unsure. However, you didn’t blame him, you had been to countless events before your first ever met gala but you’d still found it daunting. Your eyes involuntarily trailed down his broad figure before something caught your eye. Your eyes widened when they landed on his crotch area – and not for that reason. You inhaled sharply when you noticed the white that significantly contrasted with the darker tone of his suit. The idiot hadn’t zipped up his trousers.

You panicked, not sure what to do. Should you tell him? You cringed at the thought of approaching a rather attractive human being, who your only interaction with was a brief wave, and telling them that you were staring at their crotch? No thank you. You willed yourself to turn around, after all, it wasn’t your problem. But just as you were about to distract yourself with god knows what – you saw him begin to walk towards the paparazzi. Fuck it, you thought, rushing faster than you thought was physically possible in your heels towards the man who was about to make a huge mistake – whilst wondering how catastrophic yours would be.

You reached him just as he turned towards the first cluster of cameras. Purposefully not giving yourself enough time to overthink your actions you stepped inches away from him, shielding him, and his modesty, from the mob of shouting photographers behind you. His expression morphed into shock very quickly at your unexpected appearance.

“Hi.” You said, the awkwardness of the interaction already had you wanting to hide in your apartment for at least a week, and you hadn’t even addressed the crotch situation yet.

“Hi?” He replied with so much uncertainty it was phrased more like a question than a greeting. You winced. God why did I do this? You swatted those thoughts away. As embarrassing as this was, it was the right thing to do.

“Y/N it’s nice to finally meet you but I-” He started.

“Your fly is undone.” You blurted. You hoped that your foundation was thick enough to hide the deep blush that was unquestionably heating your cheeks.

His eyes widened like a deer in headlights before they quickly left yours so he could check for himself. You looked away to try and reduce the embarrassment, for him and you, only turning back when you heard the hum of the zipper.

His perfectly flushed cheeks had darkened to a shade that almost matched the colour of his tailored suit.

“Thank you so much I- oh my god can you imagine the headlines.” His breaths were becoming more and more shallow with every word he spoke.

“Hey don’t worry about it. Wardrobe malfunctions happen to the best of us.” You nudged his shoulder gently and a beautiful smile grew on his face. To your surprise, he wrapped you in a hug, at first you were worried about creasing your dress, but that thought was erased almost as fast as it had come when you realized just how strangely comforting his hold was.

However you were abruptly brought back to reality by the deafening sound of camera clicks. You pulled away despite everything in you wanting to stay wrapped in his ridiculously strong arms. It was difficult to miss the way his eyes raked down your figure – just like you had done to him – as he too took a polite step back.

“See you at the after party?” He opened and closed his mouth a few times before just settling with a nod. You smiled, your confidence levels thankfully replenishing after that… experience. You turned as attractively as you could to walk away, hoping to ‘flaunt it’ as your assistant would tell you. However when you went to move your foot, it stayed still and you went flying forwards. You closed your eyes and braced yourself for the impact. But instead, before you could physically harm yourself, two muscular arms looped around your front, hoisting you up and towards him, so your back was pressed securely against his chest.

“You okay?” He asked. You tried, and failed, to refrain from shivering as you felt his warm breath on the shell of your ear.

“Yep.” You squeaked, still recovering from your almost-fall. If you couldn’t even walk without falling on a flat surface, your chances with the stairs were not looking promising.

“Just stand still for me.” He said, slowly removing you from his arms, ensuring that you were able to stay upright. He leaned down and you inhaled when you felt his large hand gently wrap around your ankle. “You might wanna hold on for a second.” He said and you just managed to hear it over the chaos that meant a popular celebrity was arriving. Your eyebrows furrowed before you caught onto what he was suggesting. You reached down to hold onto his shoulder. When he felt the pressure of your hand, he lifted your foot up, his long fingers untangling the train of your dress from the heel of your Louboutins. Just as carefully as he had picked it up, he placed your foot back on the ground with so much attentiveness, you felt as though you could melt into a puddle right there and then. He didn’t remove his hand straight away, meaning that when he stood back up, his hand trailed dangerously far up your leg causing you to suck in a breath of air.

Shawn’s eyes had a sheepish glint to them as they connected with yours, as if he was unsure of whether he had crossed a boundary. You smiled gratefully “Thank you.” You murmured.

“We’re even now.” He said with a toothy smile, which subsequently made you grin back.

Around the two of you cameras continued to flash and the obnoxious people behind them shouted different orders at the stars who were posing for photos, trying to show off their best angles

“Hey, um do you have a date?” He asked, bringing your attention back to him. He scratched briefly at his neck, surprised at himself for being so audacious. His signs of nervousness made your heart beat a little faster – he somehow managed to go from having his hand on your thigh to being an absolute gentleman, and easily got away with it.

“No I don’.t” You responded. Not wanting to get your hopes up about the intention of his question. You were never that lucky.

“How about we make a deal? We do this together – you tell me if my zipper comes undone,” He quickly motioned to his crotch “And I will catch you when you trip on those stairs.” He finished, nodding towards the steps which you had been dreading since you had received the phone call about the event.

“What do you mean ‘when you trip’?” You said incredulously.

“Come on sweetheart, we both know you won’t make it up there in those,” he referred to your heels, playfully scrunching his nose up as he pointed dismissively at the designer stilettos. “Without at least one fall.” He finished, a wry smile on his lips.

You gasped dramatically, hoping to draw the attention away from your flushed cheeks which were a result of the nickname that slipped from his lips.

“So is that a yes?” He asked, a hint of insecurity seeping into his tone.

You nodded. “I would love to be your date, as long as you promise not to let me fall.” He grinned from ear to ear, your face no doubt mirroring his delighted expression.

“I promise.” He said honestly, extending his arm for you – which you gladly accepted.

You didn’t fall over once.

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Yoooooooooo I love romcoms like no other bitch jem, what’re ur thoughts on Isn’t it Romantic? AU with andriel 🙀

no,,,,,,,,,,,,this is a terrible idea,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

*

Andrew knows this isn’t real. 

Why? Because Neil just flirted with him, and Neil does not flirt with him. Neil barely knows how to function as a member of society, let alone understand romantic relationships, or be able to prompt one. 

Nevertheless: Andrew had walked into work, and Neil had leaned into his cubicle with a dozy smile, before complimenting his slacks, winking, and walking away. 

Another strong contender for this being a distorted version of reality: Kevin now hated his guts. His assistant - the gooey-eyed, exy-obsessive, tall-ass freak was now waltzing around with Jeremy on one arm and Jean on the other, his once-employers, berating the shit out of people and purposefully spilling his coffee on Andrew before asking for him to get a new one.

Then he was in the bathroom, ringing out his coffee-stained shirt when his cousin, Nicky, who worked in marketing, waltzed in whilst flamboyantly spreading his arms and proclaiming “Shopping trip! Let’s go!” And whilst Nicky did sometimes act like that stereotypical hyper-feminine gay guy, he wasn’t this one-dimensional. 

After work had finished - or, rather, after Andrew had been whisked away, forced on a shopping spree, and then sent back to work with an hour to spare only to have Kevin demote him - he stumbled out of the building, ready to catch a bus home, just as a car came careening around the corner and almost catching Andrew’s hip. He stumbled, almost dropping all his shit to the ground, just as the person driving the car got out. He put his hands on Andrew’s shoulders to steady him. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He shoved the man’s hands away, repulsed.

“I can’t believe I almost just killed the hottest guy I’ve ever seen,” The man said, in a terribly breathless voice. Andrew looked up, seeing six-feet on tanned skin and expensive silk suit stretched across his shoulders. He was no Neil, but he was certainly easy on the damned eyes. “I’m Roland. Who are you?”

“Uh…” 

“Doesn’t matter! Go on a date with me.” He tucked a business card into Andrew’s pocket, before blowing a kiss and sliding back into his priceless ride. Andrew was left, stunned, on the street corner.  

Then he realised. 

Best friend at work turned enemy? Overly-gay supporting character? Strange, handsome man almost killing him and then asking him on a date? Long-standing work-crush suddenly showing obvious interest?

Andrew was in a rom-com. 

Shit. 

*

“Neil,” He snapped his fingers in front of Neil’s face. “Neil, Neil, Neil, Neil, Neil. Earth to Neil?”

“Hm?” Neil looked up at him with those dreamy eyes, before smiling. “Oh, ‘Drew. Are you alright?”

“No.” Andrew snapped, fishing into his pocket for a cigarette. “Smoke break?”

“Sure.” He stood up from his desk and walked just ahead of Andrew, letting him appreciate how well-dressed he’d been as of late. Must have been Allison. 

Not real, Andrew reminded himself. Neil had worn ratty jeans to work before (and gotten away with it because everyone loves him): His sense of fashion was beyond deplorable at best. This wasn’t real. None of this was real. 

Andrew blinked: He’d just wanted to go out in front of their building to smoke, but suddenly, they were walking through a lush green park, where men and women laughed as they rode pastel bikes, whilst families picnicked on the little grassy knolls. Andrew was losing his damn mind. 

“So,” Neil said, around his cigarette, smiling effortlessly. Another lie. Neil didn’t smile, albeit in a rare flash when Andrew said something particularly crude under his breath at work parties. Now he was grinning like a mad idiot, his scars much paler against his skin than they should be. 

It made Andrew irrationally mad. Neil was gorgeous with his scars, but this dystopian hell-space had to wash him out and make him more appealing to a wider audience, like this was a real rom-com people were watching. Fucking gross. 

“Roland, hm?”

“What?” Andrew echoed, blinking. “Who?”

“He almost hit you with his car, yesterday. He’s Kevin’s newest client for a new hotel on the south-side. Asked after your work because it’s the best. He also said he asked you out on a date but you hadn’t called him yet. What’s the hold-up?”

“No - I - well - what?”

Neil looked at the ground with an obviously disappointed pout. “I’m sure you’ll have a marvellous time with him.”

“No, Neil, I -” Not real, not real, not real. He eyed an escape in the form of a small flower stall that’d mysteriously popped up as they walked. This was ridiculous. Absurd. “I’ll be back. I just gotta go to the bathroom.” 

“Okay,” Neil said, smiling again. “I’ll be right here.”

Andrew bought a rose, because that’s all the flower-vendor seemed to be selling, and turned around to return to Neil. If this was all gonna end when he woke up, he might as well make the most of it, shouldn’t he? 

Walking back over to where he’d left Neil standing, he watched in dismay as a woman he’d never seen before leaned over and planted a kiss on Neil’s cheek. He gave her those doe-eyes that he’d been giving Andrew all day, holding her hands. She really was stunning, in a tight skirt and a floral shirt, with hair that was perfectly curled.

The rose fell from Andrew’s hand. What the fuck?

“Andrew!” Neil called out, waving enthusiastically. “Marissa just accidently almost hit me with her bike. Isn’t she gorgeous?” The girl laughed, leaning into his shoulder. “I’m going to head back to work later, alright? We’re going out on a date!”

“Sure,” Andrew muttered, shoving his hands into his pockets as Neil and Marissa giggled at one another, whispering into each other’s ears. “See you later.” 

*

Roland wouldn’t leave him alone. Neil was waxing poetry about Marissa, wondering if it was too early to propose. Kevin sneered at him at every given moment, and Nicky wouldn’t shut up about being in debt because he bought a Gucci belt that he was dying for and had to have. 

He hit his head against his desk over and over and over, just wishing it’d end. For the love of God, just fucking let this torture end.

“Andrew, what are you doing?” Roland’s nerve-grating voice called. “You’re so silly. I love that about you. Should we grab lunch and talk about this project?” He batted his eyelashes. “I’d love to get to know more about your ideas.”

Andrew sat up slowly. How did rom-coms end? 

By ending up with the person. 

An idea formed. He looked Roland dead between the eyes and said “Sure. Why not?” 

Roland took him out to a glass-walled restaurant in a penthouse apartment, miles above the ground. Andrew felt sick the entire time and could barely eat: He even resorted to talking about work and plans to avoid looking at the sheer drop to the ground below him. They were up so high. 

“Are you alriight, cutie?” Roland teased. “You don’t look too good.” 

“I wanna get out of here.” Andrew stood, shoving the chair back. “I had a good time.” Not. “Thanks.” 

“My pleasure.” Roland winked. “Let me drop you home.”

Andrew didn’t protest, so long as he was on the ground once more and not dangling in the clouds. When he clambered into Roland’s car he let himself breath, unclenching his fists. 

Neil knew he was scared of heights. Neil would have never taken him to a restaurant like that. 

“Buckle up!” Roland insisted in his regrettably sing-song like voice, revving the car’s engine. 

Andrew did not buckle-up, embracing the risk. Roland tried to hold his hand over the gearstick and he almost pulled a knife on the man, before remembering he was a client and Kevin would never let him live it down. 

The last thing he remembered was wishing he could have given Neil a chance whilst he still had one, before another car came careening towards them with the lights glazing, head nose-first into Andrew’s side of the car - 

*

“Andrew?” A distant voice called. “You’re moving your fingers. Can you hear me at all?”

His eyes peeled open: They felt glue-lined, crusted over with time. The face hovering near him looked relieved, settling back into the chair and reaching for a cup of water. The glass was held to Andrew’s lips who took a few hesitant sips, making sure it didn’t spill. 

Andrew’s head throbbed. 

“You were out cold for a few days. Your family will be back soon, but right now, it’s just me.” 

Andrew focussed his eyes. Neil sat in front of him, not smiling, wearing an old t-shirt and jeans. His hair was a mess, and he looked like he hadn’t slept. 

“Neil,” He muttered, waving heavy arms around. “What happened?”

“You were driving home from work.” Neil explained. “Kevin got the call from your brother who’d been working a shift when they wheeled you in, who told Nicky and I. We came here as soon as we could.”

“Kevin?”

“Yes, your assistant? Dark-haired giant, acts like a pathetic teddy-bear? He was crying a little when you came out of surgery.” Neil snorted, a hint of his tiny smile at the corner of his lips. “How are you feeling?”

He was back in reality. Thank fuck. “Fantastic.”

“Morphine does that to you.” 

“Come here.”

“What?” 

Andrew could still remember sitting next to Roland as they drove, wishing he’d just fucking taken the chance whilst Neil was available. Now he had the chance again. “I said come here.”

Neil shuffled closer, mildly confused. 

“I want to kiss you.”

“Seriously?” Neil remarked, baffled. “Since when?”

Andrew rolled his eyes. “Since forever ago. You’re an oblivious idiot.”

Neil shrugged. “Can��t discredit you on that one.” He looked nervously down at his own hands, fingers wound together and knuckles white. “Maybe when you’re not stuck in a hospital bed. I’m not really sure. I would like to figure it out with you.” 

“Yes or no,” Andrew admonished. “I’m concussed. Don’t make this any harder than it already is, junkie.” 

Neil’s tiny smile, the one Andrew had fallen for in the first place, came out. “Okay.” 

Andrew closed his eyes, hoping this was his reality. Neil’s fingers gently wove together with his own and squeezed. Andrew’s heart fluttered: He was pretty sure he couldn’t imagine that.  

And then they lived happily ever after.

*

what a ridiculous and fluffy au. i’ll have to compensate for that in my next fic ;DDDD 

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Just One Night (2PM Jun.K smut)

“I still Stan 2PM and I 💕 Minjun! Waiting till 2020 is 😭 May I have a “ he’s home on vacation from army, so you having all the fun 😉 you can , before he has to go back” small drabble/ story? Please and thank you.”

(A/N I stg minjun isn't even my bias but like bruh the things I'd let him to do me...lord. Also strap in lol its long, sorry if you wanted something short i guess i got carried away lol oof...)

Word Count: 1575 words

It was such a rare occurrence these days that both you and Minjun had a free day at the same time. He hardly ever had days off from his military duty and when he did, you were always super busy with work so you couldn't spend really the time you wanted together. Only a couple of hours here and there before you both had to go back to the real world and leave the one shared by only the two of you.

But today was not one of those times. You'd told a little white lie to work, saying that you had a small family emergency to tend to and would be back tomorrow. Whilst they were thinking you were busy helping a relative, you were really sitting in your car in a small side road waiting for Minjun to appear so you could spend the full day together.

You were flicking through your phone as you waited, looking at all the photographs you'd both been exchanging for the past few months, always accompanied by messages detailing the desires you had for each other whilst you were apart. Just as you were beginning to get totally lost in your thoughts, a small tap on the passenger side window snapped you back to your senses.

"Y/N"!! he exclaimed as he swung open the door "Oh my god I missed you so much" he said, flinging his bags in the back seat and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"me too, you can't even imagine..." you breathed out as you began pulling out of the secluded road you were parked in.

“Is there anything you wanna do today, it is your first full day off in a while, after all” you asked casually as you drove down the highway, warm sun beaming through the windows, illuminating Minjuns skin in gorgeous golden tones.

“Can we just...go back to your place, please baby” You heard from beside you, accompanied by the feeling of a large hand being placed on your thigh, squeezing ever so slightly.

A breath hitched in your throat as you swallowed loudly “Oh...sure” you said reaching to give his hand a quick squeeze, catching his meaning.

The short drive passed by in a comfortable silence, Minjun’s hand resting on your thigh throughout, rubbing small circles into your leg with his thumb. You were focused on getting you both home safely, but you could feel his strong gaze burning into you the whole time.

Whatever tension had been building between you both heightened tenfold once you arrived home and had to ride the elevator 8 floors up, cramped between an array of other people. His warm breath hitting your skin as he whispered in your ear “I can’t wait to get you inside and show you how much I’ve missed you.”

“Minjun...people” you replied quietly with a giggle, quickly turning your face away to avoid his teasing glare. He got slowly more and more daring as people started filing out of the elevator at each level. His hands running slowly up and down your hips, resting just on top of the zipper to your jeans.

The elevator opened at your floor and you both made your way out slowly down the corridor.You walked in to your apartment, throwing your keys down, saying with a laugh “wow, could you have been any more obvio- “ before being spun around quickly and pressed tightly to his chest.

“Well, I've gotta make sure people know you're taken, even thought i’m not here most the time” The coarse skin of his fingers travelled down your body, resting on the small of your back, pulling you into him and closing the remaining gap between the two of you. His lips moved with yours as he slowly walked you both back towards the large kitchen counter.

The familiar taste of Minjuns lips, the taste you’d missed so much, began spreading over your tongue as you pushed it past the barrier of your mouth and into his own. You held his face in your hands, thumbs running over his sharp jawline, pulling him closer to you. A small groan emanated from his mouth as he took a small bite to your bottom lip.

“Jump” The single word hit your ear, his low tone sending shivers throughout your body. Just as your feet left the ground, he caught you, warm hands on the underside of your thighs, keeping you elevated. With one swift movement he hoisted you up and placed you on the counter top, positioning himself between your legs.

Leaning back on your elbows, you watched his gaze travel down your still clothed body, taking your entire presence in. His eyes getting darker the more he stared.

“You can take my clothes off, Minjun” you teased as his hands came to a stand still just above your hips.

“I know, I’m just...I’ve missed you so much you have no idea”

Memories flashed through your mind of all the nights you’d spent alone in bed, thinking of this exact moment, of course you’d missed him too, but your mind was only focused on one thing at the moment. “Well then show me”. 

With those words of confirmation from you, he raked his hands under your shirt and over your waist, pulling your clothes off over your head. Hovering above you he attached your lips together once more, more ferocious than before. Your fingers taking purchase in his hair as his made a bee line to your core.

Slipping his hands inside your underwear he shot a smirk at you, separating your kiss for a moment “I know its been a while, but wow...baby, you're so wet for me already”

“Oh shut up and just touch me please!” you taunted, unable to wait any longer, pulling his face back to yours.

He let out a small breathy laugh into the kiss as his fingers went between your folds rubbing quick small circles on your clit, a quiet gasp coming from your lips as your head fell back from the arrival of the feeling you’d waited so long for.

His lips trailed to the crook of your neck, taking small bites on the soft skin as he pushed a single finger inside of you, curling it a few times before effortlessly adding a second. Your hands began blindly finding their way to his own trousers, making quick work of getting them undone.

He let out a hiss from behind gritted teeth, eyes fluttering closed, as his cock sprung free, the cold air of your kitchen hitting his hot tip. You wasted no time in sitting back up and wrapping your hand around his already hard dick. He locked eyes with you as you made one long deliberately slow stroke, your finger lightly grazing over the slit.

In the blink of an eye and without a single word he removed his fingers from you, picked you up and moved you both to your bedroom before placing you down, sprawled out on the bed. Crawling on top of you slowly, his build imposing but safe, he placed an arm either side of your face.

“I didn’t wanna cum in the kitchen...” A smile formed on the corner of his swollen lips, holding back a giggle “I had to get you in here and do it properly” He brushed his thumb over your flushed red cheeks as he placed his tip at your entrance.

He entered you at an almost unbearably slow speed, coming to a stop when his hips were flush with your own. Letting you get adjusted to him after such a long time without feeling each other, he connected your lips once more in a delicate kiss, your lips moving in perfect rhythm with each other until you signalled to him that he could move.

With an equally slow movement he removed himself from you, ran his tip over your core, gathering your juices before burying his cock in you faster than before. He set a firm but fluid rhythm, maintaining eye contact as he disappeared deep inside you, your hip bones clashing with each thrust.

You began to feel your orgasm quickly approaching, that familiar knot in your stomach returning; every sharp movement pushing you closer and closer to your peak. Minjun once again took his lips to your skin, his teeth nipping at the soft skin of your collarbones, sure to leave violent purple bruises in the days to come. You held on tightly as you feel your muscles begin to contract, the warm skin of his back under your fingertips becoming sticky with sweat as he pushes you over the edge of orgasm.

Your climax washed over you as your back arched upwards, your breasts meeting with Minjuns chest. A cry of his name along with the clenching of your walls around him was enough to make him come undone inside you, your name falling from his lips over and over as he continued to sloppily work you both through your shared orgasm.

He remained on top of you, your chests flush against one another, in a comfortable silence, feeling each others’ heartbeats for what felt like forever. He turned on to his side, holding you in his strong arms. Feeling at home in his embrace you allow sleep to take you, choosing to forget the small amount of hours you had left together

(WOWOWOWOW THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SHORT OOF SORRY I GOT CARRIED AWAY I GUESS???? i stg minjun just has this certain...energy y’know? i could write for him forever lol)

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Different Kisses with Hyuk / Sanghyuk

Thank you so much for this request, Ken’s kisses will be up some time next week! As a huge STARLIGHT it gives me pleasure to be able to write for one of my favourite maknaes in the kpop scene! Let’s get into this shall we?

Kissing Sanghyuk is always playful and full of surprises from how often he steals kisses from you.

First kiss:

Your first kiss with Sanghyuk happened not too long into dating. You had known each other as gaming friends before becoming a couple, and whilst you were still learning the more personal sides to each other, most of the time your relationship was much like it had been before dating – watching anime and battling each other in games. You were aware of how hyped Sanghyuk got when gaming, after all, you weren’t the quietest yourself when things got heated. But he kind of lost awareness at points, so invested in beating you that he’ll try to use your environment to throw you off.

By accident, he flung his arm out too much and knocked your drink, pouring (thankfully) the cold beverage all over your lap. At first, he wasn’t sure why you’re gasping and then when he sees you’re not interacting with him on the screen, he spun to look at you his eyes widening when he accidentally kicked you in the shin. As if he hadn’t already done enough damage to you! Of course, you’re frozen, partially from the drink soaking through your clothes, but also from the whole experience. Without thinking much further, he yelped in apology, leaning over to dab at your wet lap, his hand swiping along your thigh in the process and making him pause in moving. Suddenly his lips were on yours hastily, as if kissing you would make it all better.

Surprisingly, with his lips now pressing into yours, you forgot about how cold your lap was and the pain in your leg too. Your arms wrapped around his neck as the kiss deepened and this was enough to ground Sanghyuk, the taller boy pulling back and then gasping. “I’m sorry, I just – and then I thought if I –”

“Hyuk,” you called and he stopped babbling, his expression awkward. You smiled. “Would you just shut up and kiss me again?”

“What about your wet lap?”

“I’m already soaked, there’s nothing that can change that,” you told him and he smirked, coming back in to kiss you again, leaving the clean up for later.

Public kisses:

You honestly thought he didn’t want to show any PDA in the beginning with you, reverting to his sometimes shy and awkward self. In reality though, he was just playing around with you, watching your reactions and waiting to strike. Because Sanghyuk is playful by nature, he wanted to see how comfortable you’d be at his side when other people were about. He inwardly rejoiced when you shared a small, happy smile whenever he reached for your hand, and when you accepted his hugs too, he knew you would be okay with anything he did with you.

But it always caught you off guard. He’d suddenly hug you from behind and then kiss your neck when he buried in or reach over the table to kiss you, exclaiming he wanted to taste the ice-cream you were both sharing from your mouth to see if it was sweeter. The playful element to your relationship keeps you excited and is also heightened when you go on dates to places most couples your age go to. Even at the arcade, he has kissed you once or twice, making you groan if it threw you off your game, or grin at him when it was from getting a high score. He is proud to show you off, and being out in public is the best forum for where he can do so.

Private kisses:

Because life flows indoors and out in the same way, being at home with Sanghyuk is just as comfortable as it normally is anywhere else. I’ve mentioned it a couple of times now, he’s playful and this means whenever you’re together it’s loud. Whether it’s from gaming quests or having anime marathons together, or just because he doesn’t know where the quiet button is, the apartment is full of laughter and a really light atmosphere. You’re forever smiling at each other, sometimes wickedly, others because you’re just so in love with each other. But these smiles just naturally entice kisses, lots of short but sweet pecks following up such gestures. Sanghyuk is clingy, he loves your attention but the great thing is you lap up his just as much, which leads to a balanced and loving time together. Lots of back hugs, teasing-induced love confessions and gazing at each other adoringly still occurs to this day, much to your delight. He’s not very good in the kitchen or with some domestic tasks but he tries to do his best and if not, he’s always up for ordering in Gopchang. It’s a good thing you know how to cook or else that’s all you’ll be eating! You both have the ability to be around each other as friends or soften things up as lovers, but either way, you’re always happy together. And in the softer sessions, when you’re both curled up on the sofa together, these lead to long and tender kisses, both gently caressing the other until the mood somehow switches up and you’re back to being loud and rambunctious. Oh well, at least you love his laugh so much because you’ll be hearing a lot of it again.

Whilst I plan to talk a little more about his teasing side out of this section, I will mention the usual ‘he’s tall, you’re not as tall’ scenario so expect playful placements of your items around the apartment to make you frustrated much like it is with most tall idols. Sanghyuk isn’t immune to using his height as a factor to annoy you or as a way to capture you, holding you to him as he laughs when you’re so frustrated with him and showering you in kisses to calm you down. Ugh, what an adorable man-child.

Making out: things are about to heat up >__>

Having a playful partner means that when things get hot and heavy, Sanghyuk is going to become the biggest tease. He loves making out with you because of how effortlessly you surrender to him, leaving him to control how everything pans out. It’s such a rush for him, right from the moment he’s decided he needs more of you, surprising you with a well-placed hand on your thigh and the lust filling his eyes as he sizes up your lips. In the beginning, it’s rushed with messy open-mouthed kisses that leave you both breathless and moaning for more. Whilst he’s usually a gentle lover even when playing with you, when he’s got you wound up like this, his grip is rougher, holding you firmly against him as his own hips fling up into you in the aroused state. He loves trailing his lips over your neck and upper chest, leaving multiple hickeys on full display that you’ll have to deal with later. But in the moment you arch towards him for more, your hands threaded through his hair to balance you or else you’re going to fall into another dimension from all this pleasure.

There is a lot of eye contact whenever he’s trailing over your body with his lips or you’re sitting in his lap, feeling the fire burn hotter whenever you both have a moment away from kissing each other to look at each other like that. Sanghyuk controls the tempo as much as he does your breath, now that the making out session is well established and he’s had his initial tasting of your upper body, things slow down so much that it’s frustrating you, making you moan and beg for more. Of course, this feeds his ego and he himself is struggling with his own carnal urges that it’s off to bed for you both – if you can make it there in time, that is. Making out is the essential foreplay to your main event, and by the time it’s overflowing into needing fewer clothes and more intimacy, all the control he held is a struggle to maintain. Wow, is it hot in here?

Morning kisses:

Waking up with Sanghyuk can be a bit of a feat. He’s still snoring lightly beside you most mornings when your eyes open for the first time of the day, and he has a leg entangled between yours like a security blanket. Speaking of blankets, he has almost all of them too, half wrapped in a burrito and leaving you for the cold. Mornings don’t initially start out endearing. There’s a lot of tugging and whining on your behalf to free the covers from his tight grip and a groggy Sanghyuk soon becomes alert enough to shoot you a lazy grin, which some days just doesn’t cut it because you’re already worked up from the fight you’ve had for the final moments of comfort before the dreaded alarm goes off.

As if nothing happened, Sanghyuk greedily takes you in his arms, placating your whines with soft Eskimo kisses, nuzzling into you and laughing huskily into your ear. Now with you promptly disarmed, he can hold you to him and play with your hair, talk to you about anything, and kiss your forehead often. If only it remained this soft. When it’s time to get up for the day, it is Sanghyuk now wrestling you, whining loudly that you can’t leave him. Ugh. You should have just given up on the extra few moments of sleep and escaped the bed before you couldn’t. You’re not getting up without a fight now.

Making up:

At first, when fights erupt between you and Sanghyuk, he’s not always sure it’s the real thing. Since he knows how to push all your buttons quite often and is used to the way you react to them, when something riles you up enough to approach him about it, he thinks you’re playing initially. Of course, this brings on your mood further and he’s quick to realise the situation at hand. Arguing is loud and opinionated on both sides. If you’re directly attacking something Sanghyuk has done (or subsequently not done) he gets easily defensive and vindictive. He isn’t going to back down until he feels he’s gotten his point across and by this point, it’s too far gone. He’s broody for some time after the yelling stops, over-internalising everything. It’s you who makes a move for reconciliation first, wrapping him up in a back hug. Nothing is said at first, the closeness being enough in the moment. Sanghyuk often grabs your hand and brings it up to nuzzle into, kissing you softly in this position, calming himself and stepping out of his mind and back to you. Kisses will be soft but sporadic, both more focused on solving the reason for the fight as opposed to making up – that can come later when the smiles return.

Flustered kisses:

Sanghyuk may appear as if he has all the witty remarks and composure to let them out at all times, but sometimes he says the weirdest things or pushes too far with an idea – after all, he is human. But these minor mistakes cause him to become so flustered that he’s willing to do anything to remove himself from the situation. When it comes to saying something in front of you that really makes you question him, he’ll quickly dive for your lips, kissing away the rebuttal on the tip of your tongue and keeping your mouth hostage until he’s certain he’s kissed all thoughts of his blunder out the picture. Have to admit, this works a charm most of the time and he can relax knowing that you’ve forgotten about that overtly cheesy line he delivered.

Teasing kisses:

Wow, you love an asshole. I mean that term endearingly of course, but Sanghyuk can be quite the handful. Not that you’re incapable of keeping up with his wit most of the time, giving it back to him as much as you’re receiving it, but he’s just such a damn tease. Everything has to go through a system of how he can bother you over it, it seems, and if you blush or get worked up, you bet Sanghyuk is beaming. He lives for seeing you whine, stomping your foot in frustration and pushing him away when he gets too much. He’ll even go as far as teasing you over how much you love him, making you refute it until he kisses the real answer back out of you. In fact, kissing seems to be a strategy he uses a lot when it comes to teasing you, pushing you right to the limit and then easing it off by stealing a kiss when you’re midway through a sentence. What’s worse is he’ll play with you, kissing you softly and then when you go to speak again, he’ll add in more pressure, teasing you with his lips until you’re a melted gooey mess in his arms. Of course, it won’t take him long to think of some quip when he’s done, your goop hardening again as you whine out his name in protest. He’s lucky you love him too much to truly let him go when he gets like this.

Shut up kisses:

Following on from above, you use kissing as your own tactic as well. Sanghyuk doesn’t shut up. He can be pure entertainment or absolute torture. His conversational skills are so advanced that you’re certain he will never run out of content to chat about when he’s in the mood to talk – which you guessed, is pretty often. If you ignore his incessant chatter, he’ll only increase in volume and irritate you until you turn and press your lips hard onto his, effectively shutting out the noise long enough to give your throbbing head a break. Unlike his teasing kisses, you have only a fifty-percent chance of success because generally he’s got something else to say, so good luck //and I hope you have a good stash of pain relief for those headaches on hand//.

Victory kisses:

I’ve been writing a lot of gamers lately and thankfully this one will be different. I’m sure sometimes kissing will be a tactic for distraction, but when it comes to you and Sanghyuk it’s incentive. The one who wins has to be kissed by the loser. But really, who is losing here? It’s creative though, taunts of how you want to be kissed being shouted out as much as the buttons are being strategically bashed upon. By the time you’ve actually gotten to the end of the level or won, both of you are too busy thinking about how great this victory kiss is going to be.

Jealous kisses:

Sanghyuk isn’t really the type to get jealous easily but being the needy baby he is, he will voice his thoughts about it. Rather than getting moody, he’ll have a mindset of playing the jealousy game back at you, waiting to see if you’ll get away from one of his members and back to where you belong. If you play the game too hard though, he’ll call you out on it, demanding you stop making him want to take you somewhere private for punishment. Of course, this is his way of attempting to embarrass you, and if all else fails, he’ll do what he threatened, taking you somewhere alone and kisses you with low reminders being uttered in between of who you’re supposed to love. And everyone thinks Sanghyuk is a soft baby >__>

Night kisses:

Final kiss! Whilst we did discuss how conversationally Sanghyuk is sometimes grating, when he chooses to talk to you at night, you love nothing more than listening to his soft confessions. Being wrapped up in his arms as you both discuss your successes as a couple and the things you want to improve on together really makes your heart swoon. It gives you the notion of knowing what you have is really special and has a long future ahead of it too. Since you’re both emotionally charged from these sessions, the kisses you share feel intricate compared to your usual ones. There no playful tone, just pure love erupting from your lips and back over to you from his, a synergy of overwhelming connection leading the night into a long and sensual love-making session.

 Dating Sanghyuk is lively, and it keeps you bubbling over in excitement for every day at his side. Sure, sometimes he pushes you and makes you wonder why you’re with him but you have an innate ability to do the same back. It’s a balanced relationship full of fun love and a deep connection that you know will last forever.

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Sweeter than Sweet (65)

Pairings: Jimin x reader, Yoongi x reader, Jimin x Yoongi, Namjoon x reader, Taehyung x reader, Jungkook x reader + others as the story progresses

Warnings: Explicit sexual situations, fingering, oral sex (male and female receiving), rough sex, degradation, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, unprotected sex, hair pulling.  The culmination of this chapter may upset some more sensitive readers.

Word count: 7.7K

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“All yours?” you repeat like an idiot as Namjoon’s fingertips release your chin and begin to wander back along the angle of your jaw.  He smirks at the utter disbelief written on your face, revelling in being able to catch you so off guard.

“Mine,” he confirms with a growl so low that you feel it reverberate in your pelvis, and as he speaks his hand suddenly slips down to firmly grasp the back of your neck, squeezing tightly - just like he had the first time he'd ever touched you.

You remember how frightening that gesture had felt back then; how terrified you’d been when he’d grabbed you from behind as you’d been sat so innocently at the kitchen table with the others, so many months ago.  The emotions and feelings that stir in you now as his head tilts to the side and he wets his bottom lip are far, far away from anything that might be considered as fear - though that's not to say you’re not nervous.  

The realisation that this might actually be happening after so many months of fighting and failing to resist him - after wanting him so badly and for so long - is a daunting one, and you can’t deny the frantic pounding of your heart against your ribcage.  Even if you did, Namjoon would know you were lying anyway.

“No more waiting, little one.  Nothing left to keep you from me.”   You swallow hard, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as your stomach lurches with nerves, and he chuckles softly on witnessing the way you hesitate.   “Are you frightened?”

“No,” you reply instantly, breathlessly, and Namjoon smirks again, his eyes glinting as though you’ve issued him with a challenge.  He leans closer to you, his second hand leaving your hip to brace his weight on the arm of the sofa behind you, effectively trapping you in place.  

“Maybe you should be.”  With that, he seizes your mouth with his own.  

Unlike the kiss you had initiated a couple of minutes ago, this one belongs entirely to Namjoon.  His downy soft lips seek to dominate your own as they press ardently against yours, rough from the offset, and as both your hands slip up and into his hair you’re barely even aware of how easily you submit, your body relaxing into the cushions beneath you.  

Leaning back, you part your lips in an invitation to deepen the kiss that Namjoon takes without hesitation, his tongue seeking out yours whilst he grabs a hold of your thigh to drag both your legs onto the sofa, dress riding up.  He breaks the seal of your mouths for the briefest of seconds to sit up, throw away his jacket in a harsh rustling of fabric and then lie on top of you, and all the while his darkened eyes never once leave yours, his jaw tensed but breathing heavy.  

As Namjoon delves back in, your chests crashing, the pendant of his necklace swings against the base of your throat and brushes cool against the heated flush of your skin.  His tongue rolls inside your mouth and Namjoon lets out a low-pitched groan that you swallow, your body arching up into the greedy palm that begins to fondle your breast through your dress, squeezing the flesh so hard that you release an answering moan, your fingertips digging deep through fabric into his shoulder blades.  

He sucks your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging harshly as his hand does the same to the neckline of your dress.  Fabric rips and exposes your bra, but Namjoon isn’t satisfied yet. Incensed by the way you gasp and writhe at his rough treatment, he scoops your breast from the cup, admiring the way it yields underneath his fingertips.  

“Just as sweet as always,” Namjoon appraises, words interrupted by the wet smacking of your lips as you chase after his when he starts to pull away, “Just as desperate to be touched.”  Bracing himself on his forearm Namjoon leans back to admire how wrecked you’ve so quickly become; blotchy chest rapidly rising and falling, kiss-swollen lips parted, eyes heavy-lidded as you gaze up at him, wantful.  

He takes your arousal stiffened nipple between his thumb and forefinger and twists it savagely, smirking in satisfaction at the way it makes you wail, your head flopping to the side and hair falling across your face.  As Namjoon continues his abuse the little peak begins to redden, swelling even further between his fingertips, and so does his cock within the confines of his jeans.

“Such a needy little whore.”  Pain and shame flood through you at his actions and accompanying words, back bowing further and further off of the sofa as Namjoon pulls at your nipple, and the more it hurts the wetter you become; the more intensely your core begins to throb as it aches for him.  

“Joonie,” you whimper, your two front teeth sunk deep into your lip, fingers grabbing at the soft white cotton that covers his shoulders, and when Namjoon finally ceases his pinching your nipple both aches and tingles as blood floods back into the tiny capillaries inside.  

Namjoon looks pleased by the sound of your name falling from his lips, eyes lighting up and they remain locked on yours as he then dips to his head to take the encircle the entirety of your nipple with his mouth, areola and all.  He suckles at the flesh as though trying to soothe the pain he’s just inflicted, gently circling his tongue around the bud and smiling, mouth full, when you sigh with pleasure.

“Say it again for me, little one,” he murmurs into your breast, his cold breath stiffening the tight little nub caught between his teeth even further.  His large palm cupping the other side of your chest ensures that neither mound remains neglected, and when Namjoon switches his mouth’s attention from one to the other, biting and tugging until each nipple is just as deliciously sore, it’s all too easy to fulfil his request.

You cry his name again - louder this time - your pelvic muscles tensing around nothing when Namjoon suddenly presses his pelvis into you to dig his erection into your hip, hard.   Latching onto the swell of your breast he proceeds to suck, his tongue lapping at the skin under which a thousand tiny blood vessels are breaking to draw blood to the surface, and he doesn’t stop till you’re twisting and tugging at the roots of his hair, your head thrown back over the edge of the sofa.  

“Beautiful,” you hear him wistfully declare, and when you tilt your chin forward you see Namjoon running his fingertips across the plummy red bruise he’s left on your skin, admiring it like the finest of artworks.  It still shines with the wet of his mouth, moistening the pads of his fingers as they glide over it again and again, prodding just to hear you wince. “If I weren’t so impatient to have you writhing around on my cock I’d spend all night covering you in these.”  

On hearing your needful whimper at the filthy mental image his words so effortlessly paint  Namjoon smirks, taking the shuddering of your breath as his cue to yank your dress unceremoniously upwards, dragging it over your hips.  He grabs a hold of your knees and forces them apart, and as the cold air hits your underwear you’re suddenly shamefully aware of just how badly they’re sticking to you, soaked all the way through.  You spare a thought the sofa underneath you that you’re inevitably staining, but it’s only a fleeting one.

He sits back on his heels and inhales hard, his eyelids fluttering closed with the scent of arousal that’s saturating the air, and when they reopen his irises are black from his pupils having expanded so greatly with lust; seduction personified.  

You’re caught completely under his spell, preoccupied with the feel of his body on yours, his grasp on your hips, and It’s all you can do to keep breathing as Namjoon begins a slow, worshipful trailing of his lips between the valley of your breasts.  Your hands cling to the sofa cushions like a liferaft as you watch him skim the skin that runs beneath the underwiring of your bra with his sinful mouth, his eyes closed, tongue and teeth licking and nipping until the bunched silken fabric around your waist prevents him from descending any further.  

“Please,” you moan softly, peering down past your eyelashes, and when he hears the sound of your voice Namjoon looks up with a devilish curl to his lips, dimples pitting his cheeks.   

“Yes?” he replies, tone as sweet as honey, full of faux naivety - as if he’s totally unaware of the way your hips are squirming restlessly beneath his pelvis.  

“P-please touch me, Joonie.”  

After having fought against Namjoon’s lustful advances for so long, how strange it is to now be lying underneath him practically begging for the feel of his touch where you crave it the most.  With one hand curled around the swell of his forearm the other reaches underneath your thigh to pull it back and spread your legs open further for him, coyly biting your lip. His fingertips brush yours as his palm comes into contact with the inside of your thighs, and as he slides it upward towards your core you can’t help but hold your breath.

“You’re soaked through, little one,” he groans as his fingertips slip through the slick of arousal coating your skin, pressing kisses to the angle of your jaw.  “Dripping all over the place.” Namjoon traces the pad of one long finger along the outside of your underwear, directly down the centre, and your hips strain to the lift off of the sofa as best you can whilst his weight is pressing on top of you when you feel it brush teasingly over your clit.  “Are you really so desperate to be fucked?”

“God, yes,” you gasp brazenly, unashamed of finally expressing just how much you’ve longed for this, “Please, I want it - I want you. ”  Namjoon’s growls lustfully at your confession, his teeth finding the lobe of your ear and biting it sharply.  

“I know.  Even when you denied me… I always knew.”  Shifting your underwear roughly to the side, Namjoon pauses before making contact with the skin he’s revealed to speak directly into your ear, his cold breath making you shiver.  “Last chance, little one,” he whispers.

Your core throbs, pulsating to the rhythm of your heart, and Namjoon’s so near yet so far, his body pressed to yours and his fingers hovering so close to your centre that he can feel the heat radiating from you as though it’s trying to lure him in.

“If you let me start, I’m not going to stop.”  Namjoon’s words are both a threat and a promise, and your body responds to them as such, quivering with both fear and arousal.  “And I don’t intend to, not until you’re begging… and you’re shaking.” A nudge of his nose to the shell of your ear. “Sobbing.”  The graze of his teeth against your jaw. “Ruins laid out before me.”

In some deep recess of your mind, you know that making this choice - taking this step -  might well bear some sort of negative consequence. Whether he has Jimin's permission or not you have no idea how this might change things hereafter, and however explicit in nature Namjoon's intentions towards you might be, you also know he's expressed feelings towards you that are far from solely sexual; wants and needs that have the potential to lead to complications a little further down the line.

Yet, however the few of your brain cells that remain unaffected from the combination of tonight's liquor and Namjoon's equally as intoxicating presence may protest, their concerns go unheard, drowned out by the furious pounding of your heart.

It feels like minutes for which you hesitate but it's barely even a second in real time that your eyes dart between each of Namjoon’s, lips parted, panting, until the lightest ghosting of his fingertip against your throbbing clit has you abandoning the last of your senses.  

“Yes,” you gasp as you body bucks at the featherlight contact, surrendering yourself entirely to him, and it's with a feral growl that Namjoon grabs a hold of your consent and sets about conquering you.  He delves into the crook of your neck, all lips and tongue and teeth against your skin as his fingers do the very same, his soft touch now hard and unrelenting as he hones in on the sensitive little nub that crowns your aching core.  

As your hips start to grind against his slowly circling fingertip, silently demanding more pressure - more pleasure - Namjoon too begins to undulate his pelvis in time with his ministrations, rocking himself against the inside of your thigh.  The material of his jeans chafes the sensitive skin there till it’s blushing red but you do nothing to discourage him, slipping your hands down his muscular back to rest in the small of it, just underneath the hem of his shirt, palms pressed to cool, firm skin.  

A second fingertip joins the first, increasing the surface area with which Namjoon stimulates your rapidly engorging clit, and when he starts to pick up speed your let out a stilted moan, head tipping back.  

“Feels good, hm?” he enquires darkly, briefly pausing his passionate assault against the base of your throat, “Do you want more?”  

“P-please,” you acquiesce, tipping your hips upward in an attempt to slip Namjoon’s fingers southward to the entrance to your core.  The need to be filled - to be sated - is so great that even the bones of your pelvis feel as though they're aching. You'd say anything, do anything he wanted you to right now just for the feel of even his most slender of fingers inside.  

A brutal pinch of your clit has you keening, nails digging into the dimples that sit at either side of his spine as you release a cry that morphs into a moan as Namjoon rubs the pain away into pleasure, chuckling against you.  

“ Please .”  Still in no hurry, Namjoon continues to taunt you, even going so far as to run his fingertips past your entrance to collect further lubrication to massage into your clit, and though it feels wonderful - maddeningly so - you need more.  

Agitated by his continuing torment, you attempt to make a grab for Namjoon’s wrist in hopes of forcing it lower, but you’ve barely even touched him before he's countering your move, seizing your wrist with his unoccupied hand and pining it roughly by the side of your head, your hand dangling uselessly over the arm of the sofa.  

“Impatient,” he tuts, lifting his face from your neck and smirking when he sees the desperate look in your eyes, “You made me wait so long, little one.  Why shouldn't I do the same?”

“B-because,” you stutter back through gritted teeth, desperately trying to formulate some kind of reply with the scrambled egg you have for brains, “I'm so wet, Joonie - you always make s-so wet.”  One of Namjoon’s eyebrows subtly shifts upward, amused by your fumbling attempt at seduction, yet you can tell you've piqued his interest by the way his smirk grows and his fingers tightening around your wrist.

Spurred on, you continue.  

“You remember, don't you?  How warm I am inside?” It's difficult to keep your eyes open as Namjoon starts to apply more pressure between your legs - pressing harder, moving quicker - but somehow you manage to do so, almost smiling at the growing heat you can see within his gaze.  

“Was I nice and t-tight for you, Joonie?”  The longer you speak, the more the cocky smile on Namjoon's face gradually slips away, his full lips parting as his breath becomes laboured by lust, his gaze darting down to your lips when you bite them.  

Seeing the way you affect him is exhilarating;  even with one wrist held down you've never quite felt so powerful as you do now, knowing how badly such a formidable creature desires you.  

“Don't you want to have another feel?” you purr, your one free hand trying once more to urge him on, slipping gently down his arm and tracing the veins along his forearms as it goes.  Namjoon’s eyes flutter closed for just a second, and as his eyelids fall you quickly reach out to place the flat of your palm against the crotch of his pants, seizing the opportunity to squeeze at the generous bulge lying within whilst his guard is lowered.

“Fuck,” Namjoon spits, his hips surging forwards, and at that his will to further torment you falters.  

Passionately, he takes possession of your mouth, slamming his lips into yours and then dragging himself away mere seconds later, his chest heaving as he declares,

“No I don’t - I'd rather taste you instead.”  

You get no other warning before Namjoon is suddenly half way down the sofa and face first between your legs.  Palms flat against the inside of your thighs to spread you wide, his nose dug deep into your fleshy mound, a faltering cry is ripped from your throat when Namjoon’s mouth latches onto your clit, and as the tip of his tongue wriggles rapid circles under its hood it feels so good that you honestly think you might lose your mind.

The pleasure is overwhelming - the sound of him beginning to suck and slurp noisily at the sensitive nub nothing short of obscene - and as your fingers find their way into your own hair, dragging and pulling at the roots, you hear yourself call out his name in a voice you barely recognise as your own.  

Namjoon relinquishes your clitoris with a slick ‘pop’ of broken suction - though not before he's sucked on it so hard that it almost starts to sting - and ever the glutton for more punishment your hips chase after his mouth all of their own accord.  They flex up uselessly under the unyielding force of his hands pressed down on your thighs, only to slam right back down into the cushions when the rough of his tongue licks a firm strip from your perineum upwards, parting your swollen lips along the way.  

He laps at your core hungrily - messily - gorging himself on the wetness that drips from you like a dog dying of thirst let loose at his water bowl, though his lack of coordination does nothing to extinguish the growing heat deep down within your pelvis.  If anything, the fervent way in which Namjoon seems determined to devour you only serves to arouse you all the more and when he groans, flat of his tongue pressed to your entrance as his face slowly rocks from side to side, a fresh gush of your sweetest nectar serves as his reward.  

“Oh god,”  you gasp, rocking your hips up to meet every swipe of his tongue through your folds, every flick against your clit.  One of your hands slips from your hair down into his, threading tight through the chestnut strands to tug greedily, pleading more, more, more.   “I'm gonna - mmff - I'm gonna cum, Joon, oh, fu-!”  

Rendered mute by the force of the orgasm that suddenly grasps you in its hold, you can do little more than twitch and gasp and quiver underneath the vampire laid between your legs who's lapping up every drip that gushes forth from your spasming core with a hum of contentment.  He continues to lick and kiss and suck at you even as pleasure begins to give way into oversensitivity, his plush lips wrapped around your clit, refusing to release you even as you tug on his hair, hips bucking wildly.

“S-stop, it - ahh - it's too much,”  you mewl, dragging open your eyes for the first time since Namjoon’s feast first began and looking down to see his own peering right back up at you.  

The deep, dark brown his eyes have turned completely black, swallowed up entirely by lust, and there's a feral quality to their gleam as he continues to gorge himself on you that you're powerless to ignore.  Has he been staring at you this whole time, watching you fall apart?

“I'm too sensitive, I can't, please.”  One last flick of his tongue - one more keening whimper from your lips, and mercifully, Namjoon withdraws.  

“I thought you wanted me to touch you, little one?” he questions as he lifts his face from between your thighs, lips and chin coated with your fluids.  He doesn't even bother to wipe it away, simply licks his lips as he tilts his head to the side, watching the way you gasp for breath with amusement. “I'm just  giving you what you asked for.”

“I-I know, but - nnghh! ”  Your respite is woefully short-lived.  Namjoon delves back down for more, licking you sloppily from bottom to top and then latching onto the already well abused bundle of nerves that rests there and a garbled shout bursts forth from your lungs when he pinches it between his front teeth, devilry shining in his eyes.  

He tortures you this way for a minute or two more, your cries of pleasure-pain incensing him further, and just as you're starting to get used to the sensation - just as you're starting to roll your hips again, too aroused to fight how undeniably good it feels - Namjoon finds another way to make you shriek.  

Two fingers suddenly breach you without warning, sunk deep within your core.  The unanticipated stretch is eased a little by how wet you are, the slick that coats the length of Namjoon’s fingers aiding their passage as he begins to pump them roughly in and out of you, squelching with every move he makes.  

“Are you going to cum again for me, little one?” Namjoon asks, his words slurred from the continuous movement of his tongue.  “I know you want to.” The pads of his fingertips drag along the roof of your pussy with every withdrawal of his fingers to catch your g-spot along the way, and every time they do your breath catches in your throat and your grip on Namjoon's hair tightens, nails digging into his scalp.  “Little whores like you always want more.”

Desperate, you grab at Namjoon’s shirt and yank at him with both hands to pull his mouth back into its rightful place against you.  You may be proving him right but you really can't seem to care at the way he rumbles a laugh against your clit; all you're focusing on is the growing tightness within your pelvis and the second orgasm that's coming on so fast that your legs are already quivering in anticipation of it.  

“Namjoon, fuck,” you whimper as your pelvic floor spasms and clenches around his invading digits as though trying to draw him back him.  It feels so good that it's almost too much to bear, tears collecting at the corners of your eyes, tightly clamped shut.

“That's it,” Namjoon growls into you, leaving his fingers in place deep inside and curling them in place, beckoning you to cum with the rapid pressing of his pads to the spongy bed of nerves nestled within, “Give me what's mine.”  

Namjoon’s final assault begins, falling silent save the sloughy sounds of his efforts, and when you feel his tongue try to wriggle it's way into your hole alongside his fingers, his nose pressed to your clit, you rapidly begin to fall apart.  The building pressure within you is nothing quite like you've felt before, so intense that it feels as though you might burst - at least into floods of tears - if you don't cum soon.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god ,” you ramble mindlessly, every muscle within you coiling tighter and tighter as his tongue presses its way inside, head twisting and turning so in order to keep stimulating your clit with the pointed tip of his nose, and all the while you're grabbing, pushing, pulling, tugging at the vampire whom you swear must be intending to kill you with such exquisite kindness.  

Namjoon’s face is no longer visible above your pubic bone.  All you can see through watery eyes is the bobbing of soft hair and your own fingers wound amongst it, but when you look further down Namjoon’s body you suddenly realise he's shifted his position; one foot on the floor, one knee remaining on the sofa as he leans over in order to consume you.  

It's the realisation that Namjoon has already got the front of his shiny black jeans hanging open and a rapidly jerking hand stuffed inside to pleasure himself to the sound of your broken moans that the tension inside you finally reaches its breaking point.  Your neck arches backward, core clenching down around his fingers and tongue as the pressure within you is released in a series of curses, high-pitched, faltering moans and the sudden, spurting escape of clear, watery fluid from between your legs that Namjoon quickly catches with his open mouth before it has chance to soak the both of you.  The force with which he makes you cum has your body near convulsing with pleasure for almost a full minute, fading into a series of twitches and shaking limbs when the lean vampire refuses to let up, now licking slow figure of eights into your clit despite him knowing all too well how swollen and tender it is.

“No more,” you sob, only realising that tears have escaped your eyes when you press the heel of your hands against your closed eyelids, fingers clutching at your hair, “No m-more, please!”  

It's too much - it's too much - and yet, as Namjoon continues to stroke at your insides and swipe soft kitten-licks across your clit with the tip of his tongue you can feel it rising again, ready to engulf you once more.  He was right; you should've been afraid. You are now - terrified that you might not make it through this one alive or that even if you do that more might follow.

“One more for me, little one.”  Namjoon's voice is surprisingly gentle as it reaches your ears from where he's bent low between your legs, and when another sob bursts first from your pressed lips - a hiccup following immediately thereafter - he places a tender kiss to your pearl.  “One more, and I'll give you what you need.”

You appreciate Namjoon's reassurance despite knowing that you really have very little say in the matter.  Excruciating or not your body can't help but respond, and when your third orgasm hits you swear you very nearly black out, vision spotting as his name slurs out from between your loose lips.  You can't even bring yourself to open your eyes once it's done, your body limp and spent as a fresh batch of tears roll down your cheeks. It's relief that has you crying this time - relief that Namjoon has kept his word and removed both fingers and touch from your battered, swollen pussy.  

You feel him slip down the knickers you'd forgotten you were still wearing down the length of your legs, and when you finally open your eyes you're greeted by the sight of him using them to wipe off his face, corner of his mouth twitching up into a smirk when he sees you watching, open-mouthed.  He drops them to the floor as he gets up off of the sofa, and as he stands over you Namjoon once again begins to palm himself through his pants, squeezing his length and groaning when you unconsciously start licking your lips as you watch him. Even as boneless and broken as he's left you, the sight of Namjoon touching himself still sends a new wave of arousal flooding through you.  He's right; you can't help but always want more. A slave to your desires.

“You look hungry, little one,” Namjoon observes, amusement colouring his tone as he watches the pink of your tongue dab at the corner of your open mouth.  Your eyes snap upward from his crotch to meet his, a flush of embarrassment colouring your cheeks at having been caught staring so openly. “You want a taste of me?”  Cupping himself through the dark fabric of his jeans Namjoon chuckles at how eagerly you nod, pushing yourself up onto your elbows to sit up until he plants a hand firmly on your chest and forces you back down.  

Adopting the same position as he was in earlier Namjoon straddles your chest, one foot on the floor, one knee on the sofa, and as he further opens up his jeans right in front of your face, sliding down the zipper, you can’t bring yourself to look away.  His movements may be slow but you can still tell that he’s eager from the way in which he handles himself, yanking open his pants and then roughly tugging down the waistband of his navy boxer shorts as he simultaneously pulls his cock free, his long fingers cinched tightly around its base.  

Long, thick and vascular, just looking it has your mouth filling with saliva in preparation.  

“Open,” he instructs gruffly and you do as he says, letting your jaw go lax and mouth fall open wide as you gingerly place your hands at the tops of his buttocks where he’s hovering just above you.  Namjoon’s eyes gleam at your willingness to obey and as he bends his cock towards you a pearl of pre-cum leaks from its plummy tip. It provides the perfect gloss with which he decides to paint your lips, slowly circling the silky head around and around your open, waiting mouth and then smiling at the way you begin to whimper, impatient.  

“So hungry for my cock, aren’t you?”  You nod as best you can whilst peering up at him, doe eyed, and Namjoon’s dimples disappear as he bites down on his bottom lip, his length twitching in his fist.  “Such a hungry little cockslut.”

His eyes fixed firmly on your mouth he finally begins to feed you his cock, inch by inch, and the deeper he gets the more laboured his breathing becomes - the harsher his frown.  He doesn’t stop until you start to gag, your throat constricting around the width of him, lips pulled tight, and even then you haven’t nearly taken him all. It twitches on your on your tongue and makes you gag again, eyes threatening to water as you gaze upward, and Namjoon groans at the flush of your cheeks and the stretch of your lips as you fight to accommodate him as best you can.  

When he’s had his fill of witnessing your struggle Namjoon finally stars to move.  Slow and steady he rocks his hips to slide back and forth between your spit-slick lips, and as he uses your mouth to get himself off you do all you possibly can to heighten his enjoyment, spurred on by the guttural groans he begins to make with ever-increasing frequency.  Sucking, licking and guarding your teeth, your core clenches with every thrust, arousal dripping anew at the delicious taste and weight of his cock resting on your tongue.

His large hand slips underneath your head to lift it from the sofa, cradling the back of it in his palm and altering the angle of your throat enough to allow him to slide even deeper down, picking up speed.  

“Look at you, dribbling down your fucking chin,” Namjoon snarls, eyeing the gleam of saliva that’s seeping from the corner of your mouth, “You’re fucking filthy, aren’t you?”  Shoving himself as deep as he possibly can, Namjoon presses on the back of your head to keep your nose pressed to his pubic bone, unmoved by the way you choke around his length.  Your throat burns like fire yet every other part of you sings with pleasure, slick coating the tops of your thighs as the clench and squeeze together, your pussy throbbing. “Such a dirty girl.”  

You whimper around his cock, tongue wriggling against the fat vein that runs the length of it, and Namjoon presses his eyes closed and lets his head fall back as he relishes in making you gag once, twice, three times more before withdrawing from your mouth entirely with a yank of your hair and a lewd smacking of your lips.  Gasping for breath and covered in your own spit, you look up at him with trepidation.

“Sit up,” he barks, climbing off you and dragging you up by the front of your bra.  Strong hands push and pull you around until Namjoon has you in exactly the position he wishes; leaning back against the sofa with the balls of your feet rested on the edge, thighs spread open wide to display just how ready you are to receive him, your arousal seeping out onto the fabric cushions beneath you.  

“I hope you’ve still got your voice, little one.”  Namjoon looms over you as he speaks, stroking himself and squeezing tight when he sees the way your hole clenches with excitement.  You wish he’d take off his clothes - you’d love to see his long, lithe body in all its naked glory - yet there’s something all the more arousing about being fucked so uncouthly.  “I’m gonna need you to scream nice and loud for me.”

Moving swiftly, Namjoon rests his knees on the edge of the sofa either side of your feet and lines himself up with the entrance to your fiercely aching core, his one hand gripping the back of the sofa and the other pulling back on his cock and then releasing it to slap against your clit.  The small respite it’d had from the assault of Namjoon’s tongue has done little to lessen its sensitivity, and as he does it again you let out a stilted cry, reaching out to grab desperately at his broad shoulders.

“Please, Namjoon, please just - just fu- ahh! ”  Silencing you with his mouth crashing onto yours, Namjoon’s hips simultaneously surge forward into you, and the scream that you release is muffled by his tongue as it dives for your tonsils.  He intends to take you in one sharp thrust but the strength with which your inner walls contract renders it impossible, and he has to pause with his length only part of the way inside, shaking, to then ease the rest inside at a far more sedentary pace.  

“You’re so fucking tight,” he grits out, teeth clashing with yours as you frantically chase after his kiss, “Even with all the cock you that take, it still feels like I could rip you open.”  Namjoon eases himself out slowly to sink back in, stretching you out at an excruciatingly slow pace. Moving as he is, you’re able to feel everything; every ridge, every vein, every throb and twitch of his cock as it glides between your walls.  “Would you like that, little one? Should I ruin this pretty little cunt?”

He may have asked you a question, but it’s clear that Namjoon has no expectation of receiving an answer; how could he when he chooses that exact moment to thrust so savagely back inside you, perspiring forehead pressed to your own?  The only sound that leaves you is a sharp, high-pitched cry that hitches with every forward motion of his hips, and as he gradually builds speed, grunting with effort, your hands reach up to clasp around the back of his neck, drawing his mouth onto yours.  

“Na-aa-m-jo-oon,” you gasp out as he kisses your open, gaping mouth, both your body and words bouncing with the force with which he drives his cock into you, angling his hips to aim directly for your g-spot, “F-fuck, you - so good. ”  

“Yeah?” Namjoon’s voice is breathy, hoarse, “You love my cock, don’t you?”  One of his large hands releases the back of the sofa to slip down into your bra, palming your breast as his cock drags back and forth between your walls, accompanied by a symphony of wet, slick sounds. “You take it so well.”  

“Faster, p-please.”  Your nails drag through the short strands at the back of his hair - always tugging, always pulling, drawing him towards you as though you can’t get him close enough - and when you sink your teeth into his bottom lip and tug, pushing your hips back to meet his next thrust, Namjoon grants your request.  

Pushing into you with abandon, the sofa begins to loudly protest under the weight of his thrusts yet neither of you really hear it.  You’re too caught up, delirious with pleasure, mewling and jerking every time his thumb grazes your nipple, your core contracting even in the absence of an orgasm, and Namjoon has made you cum often enough in this encounter alone to be able to recognise when you’re getting close.  He fucks you all the harder, his hip bones digging into the backs of your thighs, and when your cries start to reach fever pitch he grabs a hold of one of your hands and drags it from his hair to force it down between your legs.

“You gonna cum again for me?” he asks gruffly, leaning back just enough to be able to watch your fingers start to mindlessly grope around for your clit where he’d left them, slipping around in the copious amount of slick that covers the both of you where you’re joined.  You groan as you find it, head tipping back, and it feels so raw, so sensitive yet so heavenly that it has your insides quivering with every gentle glide of your fingertips over the blood fattened nub.  

“I’m gonna - oh fuck, Joon ,” you garble, head lolling to the side, mouth hanging open, “Oh fuck.”  Honestly, by this point you’re so out of your head that you could be saying anything and you’d likely not remember it, so drunk with endorphins that you can barely even prise your eyes open.  

Oh, but what a sight awaits you when you finally do; Namjoon towering over you, the pendant of his necklace swinging with every thrust as beads of sweat pool together in the dip at the base of his throat.  His perfect, pillow soft lips are parted to drag air into his rapidly heaving chest and his pitch-black eyes are heavy lidded, the hair which was so carefully styled at the beginning of the evening now starting to flop forward to obscure the creamy smooth plane of his forehead, and he looks so perfect - so devastatingly handsome - that you find yourself wishing that you could burn an image of this moment into your brain so you’re able to keep it always.  

Despite his utter preoccupation with the feel of being nestled so deep in your hot, wet heat, Namjoon still seems to register the weight of your gaze as it lingers on his face.  The corner of his lip twisting into a satisfied smirk catches your attention and it’s as though the sight of it pours petrol onto the embers that were already smouldering deep in your pelvis.  A simple expression shouldn’t do such things to you yet you can’t deny the effect it has; suddenly you’re rubbing between your legs with so much desperation that no one would guess that you’ve already cum three times tonight.  

“Let go, little one - submit, ” Namjoon growls, noting the sudden change in you and going with it, encouraging your mania, his pace never faltering even as your fingers slip and slide against his cock in all your haste, “Fuck, let me hear you say my name.”

Your back bows as you shrilly comply and grab a fistful of your own hair, eyelids clamping shut and jaw going lax as you feel the heat within in your core unfurling, burning ever brighter.

The head of Namjoon’s cock crashes into the deepest, most pleasurable parts of you,  and just as you think you can’t possibly take any more - that it can’t possibly get any better - the vampire between your legs takes it one step further.  Hooking his hands under the backs of your knees, he brutally pushes them back so that you’re almost bent in half pinned under him, sinking down into the couch cushions so far that your chin is touching your chest and your bare feet dangle over his shoulders.  

In this position you can barely even breathe yet somehow your cries of pleasure never cease, desperately hanging onto the front of his shirt as your unravelment gain speeds, hurtling towards your release so rapidly in this position that you barely have time to realise it's coming before you're already there.  

“Yes baby,”  Namjoon grunts as your pussy begins to tighten around his cock like some sort heavenly prison, “Cum like the filthy fucking slut you are.”  

“ Namjoon! ”  You’re not sure how many times his name pours from your lips as your orgasm drags you under like a riptide and thrashes through you - nor do you know for how it is that you’re clawing at his biceps in some feeble attempt to hold together long enough to survive - all you know is that when you finally come to Namjoon is suddenly pulling away from you, dragging in deep, ragged breaths.  

“On the floor,” he demands as he stands, pointing towards the carpet at the foot of the sofa with a wild look in his eyes and with trembling limbs you do as he says.  You’re so weak that you practically fall off of the sofa cushions when you attempt to move, the thud of your landing on the floor and the burn of your behind that follows indicating that there’ll likely be some rugburn lingering there tomorrow.  

Before you can even start to maneuver yourself very far Namjoon is on you once again, grabbing you by the hair and yanking you forward to then shove you down onto your front, face first into the pile, and all you can do is whimper in response when you feel him pull your legs open with his one remaining free hand to mount you from behind.  In a matter of seconds the swollen head of Namjoon’s cock is breaching you and you’re being fucked savagely into the floor, the movement of his hips so frantic that you know it’ll no longer be just your ass that’ll be covered in grazes but your hip bones, stomach and breasts too.

“Fuck, yes,” Namjoon groans, his pelvis snapping against your behind and making it bounce with every rut inside, his fingers still tangled in your hair and pushing your face down so hard that any sound you can make is completely muffled by the flooring underneath you.  “Do you want my cum, little one? I can feel your greedy little cunt aching for it.” Roughly, Namjoon yanks your head to one side so that you can speak - or rather wail - your acquiesence.

“Beg me for it then.”  An unexpected slap to your buttock makes you shriek as his palm meets flesh to leave a burn in its wake, and as he does it again Namjoon moans at the feel of your walls clenching around him.  “Tell me how much you want it - tell me how much you want to be stinking of it by the time i’m done - and then maybe I’ll let you have it.”

“Please, Namjoon, please,” you gasp out, nails dug into the carpet and your eyes pressed closed, jaw tight as you try to withstand the growing soreness between your legs.  Every part of you has been so overused that it’s bordering on unbearable, and all you long for is the heat of Namjoon’s cum to help ease the pain. “I want your cum so bad!”  

You hear Namjoon groan in response to your words as he drops forward heavily, landing on his elbow to support his weight as his hand slips from your hair to wind around your throat instead, cradling your jaw.  He uses his hold to force your head back, lifting it from the floor to plant wet, messy kisses to your cheek and ear and anywhere else he can reach, and all the while he continues to push inside of you, you can feel his cock begin to swell, throbbing, twitching - fit to burst.  

“Cum inside of me, please, or-or- all over me, I don’t care- ”  Namjoon’s movements begin to falter, his breath heavy against your neck and you screw your eyes shut even tighter as you just try to get through these last few seconds, even going so far as to rock your hips upwards from underneath him to push him to new depths, urging him on.  “-Just please… Namjoon, please just cum. ”  

“Fuck, fuck ,” he pants as his thrusts become shallow and hurried, his fingertips digging into the tender flesh of your neck as he uses it to anchor himself, “Fuck, baby, take it all.”

Finally, Namjoon cums with a near-shout of ecstasy, his hips slamming into you and then staying right there, buried deep within you as his seed pours out.  You can feel it filling you, oozing, pulsing out to ease the sweet burn inside, so wet and warm, and as he cums Namjoons shout turns into a long, languid moan of release.  

His fingers relax slightly from around your throat to allow you to drag in a deep, ragged breath, but Namjoon doesn’t entirely let go.  Chest still heaving against your back, you feel his lips come into contact with your cheek to press a soft kiss there, nuzzling your cheekbone for just a second before uttering into your ear.

“Open your eyes, little one.”

You do.  

Your eyes are a little blurry for a second - so used to the darkness behind your eyelids that it takes them a second to adjust - but when they do… when Namjoon uses his grip on your throat to turn your head to direct your attention to a figure standing in the nearby doorway, watching over the two of you, you find yourself wishing that you’d have stayed blind.  

His mouth curls into a smile against the shell of your ear, his poisonous tongue rolling wetly in his mouth before he whispers,

“I lied.”  

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Perfect To Me - Richard Speight Jr x Reader

Perfect To Me

Warnings:- Oh this is just smut....yeah smut XD

This is a fiction story, I have nothing against Richard, his beautiful wife or his amazing family. Just like my Jensen x reader stories i am simply using Richard as a character! Much love!

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You remove your dress from your body, stepping from the fabric gently to save catching the delicate fabric on your heeled shoes; before turning to hang it back in the hotel wardrobe. It had become a tradition whilst you were at conventions, that at least one night you would all go out to dinner.

You could feel his eyes burning into you as you hung the garment up. You were wearing nothing overly special, It was just a simple black lace bra and panty set, but it was ones he loved so much. He always said he loved the way they looked on your body. Plus this evening you may be getting a little more attention because of the stockings and suspenders you had worn with it.

Your span on your heel towards him, excepting to see eyes filled with lust and need. But instead you find golden eyes brimming with tears and sadness. Your stomach drops and your heart rate doubles at the sight

Ever since you and Richard had begun dating everything had been going swimmingly. It had been everything you’d ever wanted and you thought everything he had wanted too….but you now fear you were wrong.

“Hey” you whisper moving towards the bed he was perched on “Hey what wrong?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, fearing the answer you were about to receive

“Why are you with me?” he asked looking up at you with glazed eyes

“What?” you reply breathlessly, unable to believe what you had just heard

“Why are you with me? Look at you, you’re so fucking beautiful; stunning…and I’m just….” He lazily gestured to himself before leaning forward resting his elbows on his knees and dropping his head in defeat.

“You’re what? Perfect? Because you are to me” he looks up at you doubtfully

“How the fuck am I perfect? Look at me!” he raises his voice slightly but you ignore it.

It wasn’t the first time in your relationship that Richard’s low self-esteem had made itself known; you’d learnt how to help him slowly overcome it. But as with any issue sometimes it’s easy to fall back into hold habits.

“I am looking at you, and all I see before me is the man I love, with all that I am; and to me he is perfect” he rolled his eyes at your statement and you knew you’d have to up your game

“Come on then, tell me what about you isn’t perfect? And I guarantee I will prove you wrong”

Richard eyed you with suspicion, but you merely smiled and nodded for him to try.

“Well to start I’m short!”

“No you’re not, you’re average height. Not everyone in the world is 6ft tall. Plus it’s perfect for me, because to be able to kiss you I still have to do this” you took his hand and led him forward.

You stood directly in front of him and raised yourself onto your toes to firmly plant a sweet kiss on his lips. You closed your eyes, smiled and let out a content sigh

“See perfect” you smiled up at him. “What else you got?”

“I have no teeth” he mumbled looking down at his feet

“Oh baby, yes you do and if you’d look at exhibit A right here” you made a gesture to the love bite on your shoulder “that’s your proof, I’m just lucky I had a dress that could cover it tonight” you winked at him.

He sighed sadly and you knew you were far from done.

“What else? I can do this all night”

“I’m Just…” he raised his arms to his sides and gestured once again to himself.

You tilted your head and looked at the man before you, you smiled slyly when an idea popped into your head.

“Come here” You took his hands and led him towards the full length mirror that hung on the wall and stood him directly in front of it, but far enough back for you to be able to move before him.

“Now you’re going to stand there and you are going to listen to me as I describe all of the things I love about you, all of the things that are prefect; from head to toe. You are not going to move or disagree, you’re just going to listen” You moved to stand in front of him with your back to the mirror

“And I think I’ll start with your toes” you keep your eyes on his as you drop to your knees before him, a small gulp leaves his throat but you pretend not to notice

“I love your feet, because they are always warm. No matter how cold it is they are toasty warm” you run your fingers over his cotton covered toes

“And you never complain when I weave my freezing cold ones into yours” you giggled making him smile slightly.

You ran your hands upwards, over the thin material of his black suit pants. Slowly gliding them over and around his calves and knees, before leaving them to rest on his thighs.

“I love your legs, I love how strong and powerful they are” you dropped your gaze feeling the muscles dance under your hands

“and I love watching the muscles tense and define when you come for me” you look back up as the last words leave your mouth, just in time to see his jaw drop open.

His eyes had darkened slightly forcing you to hold back a slight moan. You continue running your palms up the front of his thighs to come and rest on his hips. You see his jaw clench slightly

“I love that when I run my fingernails over your hips in a certain way it makes you squirm” you pull his black shirt from his pants and run your hands beneath it, over his stomach; scraping you polished fingernails over the hot flesh. You dropped the tone in your voice and continued

“I love that when I’m on my knees like this and I take your thick, hard cock in my mouth that I can reach up and run my hands over your stomach like this. I love feeling you tense beneath me like that” you rose from the floor to stand before him taking in the look on his face.  He was breathing heavily, and his growing need was now straining through the front of his pants.

“And speaking of your thick, hard cock” you move your hand from under his shirt to the bulge in his pants.

“Fuck Y/n” he drops his head back slightly relishing in the feeling of your hand teasing his length.

“Fuck is right, Richie. You have no idea the things this throbbing cock can make me feel. The way it stretches me, the way it fills me so completely. The way you slam it into me, making me writhe and beg for release. I come so fucking hard, that I see stars. Every. Single. Time.” He lifts his head and looks you in the eye, almost gone are the golden colour of his eyes, only to be replaced with lust filled pupils. But you weren’t done yet.

You force your hand away from his pants and moved to unbutton his shirt; you pushed the material from his body, before guiding your hand back to his chest.

“I love your strong your chest is, I love how I can feel how fast I can make your heart beat” you push yourself upwards onto your toes and press your lips into the side of his neck.

“I love your neck and throat” you nip lightly at the skin making him growl beneath your lips

“I love the sounds and moans that come from it in the heat of pleasure. But that’s not all, I love the way that with only a few words from you I can be soaking wet with need

“I love your accent, the way you say my name. Even when we’re on stage when you speak sometime I have to cross my legs to try and easy the pulsating need that comes from my dripping pussy” He turned his head to look and you and moaned

“Fuck Y/n, please” you gasped and gripped your nails into his shoulders

“Yes, see just like that Richie. Fuck baby the things you do to me” you dropped a kiss on the shoulder you had just accidently assaulted.

“I love your lips and how they can leave me breathless” you lean close so that you’re millimetres apart, but pull away leaving his chasing your mouth with his.

“I love your nose, how you run it along my jaw when we make love and God Richie your eyes! You can look at me from across a room and leave me paralyzed under your stare. Whenever I look into your eyes I know I’m safe. I know I’m home” You walked around him slowly watching him now in the mirror

“I love your hair, how it falls out of place and sometimes you get annoyed. I love how you run your finger through it roughly. You do that on stage too….gives me all sorts of naughty thoughts.” You pulled his hair lightly making a gasp push its way through his throat. The look he sent you made you bite your lip in delight.

You take a breath and steady yourself before you continue. You run your hands over his strong, wide shoulders and down his arms

“I love when you effortlessly pick me up making me feel so feminine, I love it when you unknowingly flex your arms and I see your amazing biceps.”

You scratch your nails over his shoulder blades and he almost breaks and moves making you smile.

“I love when you get out of the shower, and walk around with nothing but your towel around your hips; when beads of water drip down your spine” you trial you nails down his back following the imaginary pattern in your head

“And fuck Rich I love your ass, I love that no matter what you wear it looks amazing.” You drop and kiss to the back of his neck before once again whispering into his ear

“I love gripping my finger into it as you slam into me over and over and over” that was the final straw. Richard span quickly and slammed you into the opposite wall, you gasped in delight and he took his chance dove his tongue into your open mouth making you moan at the pure display of dominance.

You felt him undo his pants and push them down along with his underwear leaving him bare against you. He grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you up effortlessly, without warning he literally rips your panties from your body, groaning when he finds how wet you are.

“Richie, please” you beg and it all he needs to hear. He lines himself at your entrance and gripping your hips tight, he thrust forward burying himself completely inside of you; making you both moan out in pleasure.

“Fuck Y/n you’re so tight”

He began to slam into you hard and fast, his powerful hands kneaded into your ass as he dragged your hips to him making you slide along his hard length.  He groaned in your ear and it was the sexiest sound you'd ever heard.

He pulls you both away from the wall dropping you on to the edge of the bed. Bringing your legs around his waist he begins pounding again, hitting your sweet spot with ever stroke.

“Rich, so close” you scream gripping your nails into his forearms

"Me too” he groans out growling before demanding “let go Y/n, let go" his tone so full of dominance, you could have come from his voice alone.

You clamp around him, pulling you both into an earth shattering orgasm. You did indeed once more see stars; in fact you feared your heart would explode in your chest.

He pulls from you and collapses next to you. You look over at him to see him watching you, as breathless as you were. You smiled and brushed the hair from his face.

“What did I do to deserve you?” he wonders aloud

“You were yourself Richie, and I fell in love with you instantly” you smiled

“I love you, so much. No one’s ever made me feel what you do darling, no one's ever loved me like that” you stopped him by pulling him into a desperate kiss.

“Doesn’t matter, because I do, I love you so much it hurts”

He pulled you tightly to his chest and sighed happily

“Hey Y/n?”

“hmm?”

“Marry me?”

I hope you enjoyed my lovelies xx