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lovifie · 7 months

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Lift Me Off My Feet

Chapter 7: Price’s Date

Masterlist

Original Thought - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12

W: Price x Reader, inaccuracies around gun-related stuff, use of Sir (like a brat), something with cameras.

Not too far away, at the base, a phone rings inside Price's office. His eyebrow furrows for a second at the unknown ringtone, until he remembers is the burner phone he has with only your number on it, the same case for all the 141 task force. An extra security step he is more than willing to take.

“What’s wrong, love?” He asks, once he picks up the phone, worry clear in his voice.

“Nothing!” You quickly reassure him. “I was just wondering… are you busy tomorrow?”

Price looks at his agenda, it is filled to the brim with meetings and things to do. “I could move some things, why?”

“I thought you would like to go on a date… with me?”

“Are you… are you asking me out on a date, doll?”

You remain silent for a second. “Maybe… Only if you want…”

“I do!” He quickly says before you can step back. “I just thought it would be me asking you out.”

“So do it.”

Price chuckles, the sound travelling through to your ears making you smile. “Do you wanna go on a date with me tomorrow, sweetheart?”

“Yes.” You quickly answer. “I would like it very much, John.”

The sound of his name leaving your mouth travelling straight to his dick. “Sounds like a date then, love. I’ll drop by the house tomorrow morning, I’ll tell you then the time, sounds good?”

“Sounds perfect.” You mutter back. “See you tomorrow?”

“See you tomorrow, love.”

After another beat of silence, the beep beep beep indicates one of you hung up.

Price claps his hands as if his football team just scored a goal before quickly collecting himself and getting back to work wanting to get done as much as possible.

On the other side of the line, Johnny keeps teasing you about how you looked like a teenager asking his crush out while Simon laughs at the both of you.

“You are just teasing me ‘cause you are jealous you were not the first one.” You say sticking your tongue to him as you sit on Simon’s lap like a kid hiding behind his parent.

Johnny looks at you offended while Simon laughs at him before adding. “She got you there, mate”

“Good morning, lovie.” Price says smiling when you open the door for him in the morning, stepping aside to let him in. “Good morning, John. I’m still having breakfast, want to join me?” You ask smiling.

“I’ll join you to the end of the world, love. Breakfast is just a plus.” He says dropping a kiss to your forehead as he walks in. “I brought you this.” He adds, raising his hand and letting you see the bag he is holding.

“And what is that?” You ask taking the bag from his hand when he lends it to you. You leave it on the table as you fill a second cup with coffee for him, both of you sitting down before you take the bag again to check what's inside. “Oh! This is mine!” You say surprised.

Price smiles back at your surprised expression and says: “We went back to your apartment, picked up everything that we left the last time. It is mostly bathroom stuff, and some clothes we were able to find.”

“Aw, John… Thank you, really.” You say looking through your stuff, until you come across an unfamiliar red colour. “John?”

“Yes, doll?”

“How many women being followed by terrorists do you know?

“Hm, a couple actually. You are the only one I'm hiding, though.”

“Johnathan!” You exclaim slapping his arms when he laughs. He grabs your hands, kissing your knuckles and keeps your hand on his.

“Keep saying my name and we will not be leaving the house today, love.” He says looking at your eyes with a smirk on his face.

“Another chance, John. How many?” You ask, raising a finger keeping the rest interlocked with his, raising an eyebrow.

“Only you, love. I promise.” He says smiling softly, no teasing left in his voice. “I bought you that dress, for tonight, you silly girl. You could get me on my knees in your pyjama, but I assumed you would rather wear something fancier.”

“Oh.” You say a little bit embarrassed, but accepting the compliment. “Okay.”

He chuckles softly at you, drinking his coffee and standing up, he cups your face with both his hands before kissing your lips harshly before pulling away. “I'll pick you up at seven, love. Be ready by then.”

You nod quickly, he gives you one more kiss and he says goodbye before heading out to work.

You basically start getting ready after lunch, you don't have much to do anyway. So you run yourself a bath, taking your time, not a rush in you.

It makes you think about how your life was just a couple of days ago, you didn't even have a bathtub and now? Two baths in two days!

The dress Price brought you fits you like a glove, and you make a mental note to ask about it. Almost your whole back is exposed, the dress almost reaching the floor with the heels on. You choose a red lipstick that luckily matches the red colour of the dress and decide to do your hair up so it doesn't cover your back.

You look at yourself in the mirror of the bathroom, happy with the result. And if there was any bit of self-doubt left in you, it quickly dissipates the moment you walk into the living room where the other three men are currently at. Laughing when their mouth falls open like in the cartoons.

“Fuckin' hell, bonnie.” Johnny groans looking at you.

“Alright, is she ready?” Price asks entering the flat, a small bouquet of roses in his hand and a suit that could be tailored by how well it fits him. You walk up to him smiling, bending down a bit to smell the flower. “For me?” You ask softly.

He nods, unable to find words to answer and helps you take the bouquet taking care that you won't touch any thorn. Once on your hands, you walk to the kitchen to put them in water. Price looks at you up and down when he sees the dress flow with every movement of your hips. He definitely needs to send a good bottle of wine to Laswell for her help choosing the dress.

“Ready?” You ask looking at him once you are back and you find him with his eyes still staring at where they were before you entered the kitchen. He quickly looks up at your face and smiles. “And waiting, love. Let's go.” He finally says, lending you his arm which you gladly grab. He turns back to the three massive scary military men in your living room who look like kids who have gotten their desert stolen. “Good night, boys. Be nice, we'll see you tomorrow.” You chuckle blowing them a kiss and getting out first, what you don't see behind your back is the way Price raises his hand with his middle finger out and a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Fuckin' bastard” Soap chuckles once the door closes.

Once on the street, you take a deep breath, savouring finally being out of the house. And Price must take notice because when both of you are sitting in the car (he opened the door for you, of course), he pulls your window down slightly letting the night air hit you.

“I’m definitely making all of you take me out more often.” You say looking out the window.

“And we will do it gladly, love.” He says resting a hand on your thigh. “You just gotta ask.”

“I'll keep that in mind.” You say smiling resting your hand on top of his.

The street air flows through the open window taking with it the last worries on your mind, it is easy being with him. With the four of them to be honest.

“Are you hungry, love?” He asks, moving his hand from your thigh to the gearstick to switch gears as he gets closer to the restaurant.

“I'm starving, Captain.” You say smiling when he side eyes after you talk. Chuckling softly at the double meaning of your words. Once the car is parked, he exits the car to open your door, holding his hand out for you.

The restaurant must be the fanciest you have ever set foot inside of, as soon as you enter a waiter comes to walk the both of you to your table. The other guests are calmly eating at their table, the decorations of the plans and folding screens making it feel like a separate room for each couple.

Price pulls your chair back to allow you to sit and then push you closer to the table. A waiter comes after a while to take note, and not much later comes back with a bottle of wine. He pours the glasses and Price and you are left alone.

“Can I ask you something, John?” You ask, resting your hand on top of his, caressing it with your fingertips. He quickly nods, and you add: “How… how did the relationship between the four of you work?”

He shrugs his shoulders. “It's a bit blurry how it started to be completely honest… As a team we expend so much time together, we must trust each other with our lives, and sometimes these things just… happen?” He ask, just to check if you understand. He continues when you nod. “It was not the four of us at first, Soap and Simon were the closest and as far as I know, the ones who did it first. Then Gaz and I were sent on a mission together for a couple of months and it simply happened. Then Gaz and Soap talked about it, they got drunk and did it too. After that, we realised we were not hurting anybody so… we continued.”

“And now there is me…” You add, looking down at his hand. There is an underlying question, about how exactly do you fit in a relationship that seems to have been built around a web of trust and years of knowing each other. And now you appear, and in 48 hours, you are in the centre of it all.

“And now there is you.” Price answers, interlacing his fingers with yours. “And we are really happy you are, you know that right?” He asks, and he squeezes your hand when you don't answer him. “Look at me, birdie.”

“I'm sorry.” You mutter looking up at him. “I'm sorry, I know we talked about it, but I can't help it, I'm sorry.”

“Hey, hey, hey, easy now, love. Don't apologise.” He says, extending his arm easily reaching the other side of the table to cup your face. “What is it, love?”

“It's just… you are like… bigger than the CIA.” You whisper, unsure of how much you can say. “And it's not only like, the name. The four of you are just… so big, and cool, and handsome, and nice, and kind, and strong, and you can fight, and people respect all of you… and me… I'm a fucking loser.”

“Now, that's where I'm going to stop you. Because I'm not letting you shit talk about my girl, birdie.” He says, bopping your nose with his finger as he does. “You are not a loser. You are breathtaking, you have a job, you have a house, you have a car, you are smart, you are kind and for god's sake, birdie, you have an entire SAS task force begging you to even look at them. Take pride in that, love.”

“But that's not the same, Price. What if… what if my apartment didn't have the hiding spot on top of the closet?” You ask, and you can see his expression change, disliking to even think of the possibilities. “I would have been at their mercy so fucking easy, you remember how easy it was for Soap and Ghost to pick me up and handcuff me to Gaz. They'll raise their voice at me a bit too much and they'll have me at my knees begging for forgiveness because that's the only thing I know how to do. Fucking useless…”

“And if you knew how to fight back?” He asks, looking directly at your eyes. “Would it help you feel better?”

“I don't want to be even a bigger burden, Price.” You sigh, unconsciously pouting slightly.

“That's not what I asked, birdie. Would it help if you knew how to fight back? How to defend yourself?” He asks, and when you nod, he nods back, thinking to himself. “All right, luckily for you, I know just the Captain to teach you a couple of tricks.” He says, making you smile. At that moment, the food arrives at the table and when the waiter walks back, he says; “So eat up, we have things to do tonight, love.

Dinner turns out to be delicious, nothing that you didn't expect. And after enjoying each other company through it, he pays for the food and walks along you back to the car.

You still don't know what's his plan, and he won't tell you any more information than what he has already. It's not until later, when he is already driving that you start to recognise the road and you ask: “Are we going to the base?”

He nods. “I'm gonna train you. Is as good as any time to start doing it, right?” He asks, smiling at you.

“Is it?” You ask, looking at the clothes the both of you are wearing. “Aren't we dressed a little bit too fancy?”

“Well, you never know when you are going to be attacked, it'll add to the realism.” He answers chuckling, and you look at him with a raised eyebrow before shaking your head and smiling as well.

Once he parks in the base, he opens your door again and the both of you walk hand in hand to the shooting range. He turns on the lights to illuminate the empty room and walks to one of the cupboards on the side. He opens it, taking a gun, some bullets and a pair of glasses for eye protection from the inside. He puts the glasses on you, smiling for himself and hands you the gun.

You pick it up, a bit surprised by the weight and look up at him. “Straight to shooting? I was expecting maybe some sparring for my first class, John.”

He chuckles nodding before saying: “I know, but it's really weird to find the shooting range empty. So let's take advantage of it, shall we? First lesson, how to reload the gun.”

He explains to you how to do it, stirring something in you as he uses a different from what you are used to. You assume that's how he talks to his soldier when instructing them, and even though a part of you is curious about what he must sound like when he is pissed at them, you follow the instructions earning yourself a “Good girl” that has you smiling and blushing like an idiot.

He steps behind you, separating your feet with his foot and telling you what's the best position. His chest is pressed to your back and his hands are around your hands. He points to a little relief on the end of the barrel and says: “This is the front sight, and this is the rear sight.” He says pointing to a second one on the back. “Align them, and then you'll know where you are aiming. Once you have done that, take the safety back and pull the trigger. Careful with the recoil, I'll help you with this one.”

You follow his instructions, grabbing the gun with steady hands so it doesn't fly away once you press the trigger and when you can see the target through the align sight, you shoot. Price's hands over yours keep the gun in place, and he looks up to the screen on top of you to see where the bullet hit and he whistles looking back at you. “You hit the target, birdie. Quite impressive, love.”

“Thank you, Sir.” You say and chuckle when he looks at you with a face. “What? You don't like it when I call you sir?”

“You have a gun on your hands, birdie. Behave.” He says sternly but still gently. “Shoot again.”

“Yes, Sir.” You say smiling and going back to aiming the gun. Just when you are about to shoot, Price presses his growing boner against your arse, completely distracting you and sending the bullet out or the target.

“Birdie! That was worse.” Price says behind you, with a fake worrying tone.

“What did you expect?” You exclaim, looking back at him offended.

“Now, now. It's part of the training, love. You need to work through the distractions.” He says chuckling.

“Yeah, I'm sure all of the boys went through it.” You reply.

“Gaz did.” He says simply. “And he didn't complain, so back to work.”

You groan, clearly knowing what he planning on doing and getting ready for the teasing he is about to put you through. You close one eye to be able to focus more clearly, and position the gun to shoot and again, just before you pull the trigger, he rubs against you making you miss the target. He laughs softly behind you and you groan pulling your head back “John!” you whine

“What is it, love?” He asks nonchalantly. “I am not going to learn like this.” You answer looking back at him.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He says peppering your exposed shoulder with kisses. “You are right, I’m sorry, birdie, you just make me lose my mind so easily. Get back at it, I’ll try my best to not eat you up for now.”

You shake your head at his dramatism and raise the gun again. Once Price is back in Captain's mood it is fairly easy to get the hang of it, after a while letting you hold the gun on your own, the recoil shaking your whole body the first couple of shots. Not that Price shamelessly ogles your whole body when it jiggled because of the shoot. At the end, and actually fairly soon you get more and more clean shots, getting closer and closer to the bullseye earning yourself a pat on the back by Price. “You’re a natural, birdie. I’ll keep you in mind if we get an opening.” He jokes making you laugh.

“Sure, I’m sure I’ll be at you guys level in a week.” You joke back and then look at him. “You can go back now.”

“Sorry?” He asks raising an eyebrow.

“You know, back to that… distraction training thing.” You say, struggling to keep the eye contact and when he gets what you are talking about he laughs loudly before going back to hugging you from behind. “Does my sweet girl want a bit more extra training?” He says grinding against your arse, his boner more prominent now than on his last try. You nod breathless, unable to speak. “Words, birdie.”

“Yes, Sir”

A groan is everything you hear before he grabs your hips pushing you flush against him. He kisses your neck leaving a wet trail as he goes up to your ear. “Shoot the gun, birdie. Don’t miss.”

You try to focus as hard as you can with his warm mouth against the skin of your neck and his hard dick in between your ass cheeks; when you shoot it goes terribly out of the target and when he realizes a slap lands on your clothed cunt making you shake a whine escaping your mouth. “Again, birdie.”

As you adjust the gun, you feel his hand find its way under your dress beginning to rub your cunt over your underwear. When you are about to shoot, he presses his index finger against your clit making you miss again and another slap land on you, harder with the loss of the dress in the way. “You are getting these underwear ruined, birdie. Such a nasty girl. Try again, and I'll give you something.”

Once again, you raise the gun, closing your eyes for a second when he circles your clit with his fingertips. He gets his hand under your underwear, slipping his finger back and forth from your hole to your clit. You can feel your whole body shake, but somehow your hand remain steady and when you shoot this time you feel his finger enter your cunt forcing you to close your eyes. You leave the gun on the table, not trusting yourself with your eyes closes and whole body shaking again once Price begins to piston his finger in and out of your cunt making you moan his name.

His other arm finds his way around your neck, pushing you up and keeping you in a headlock only able to moan his name and take his finger in your cunt. “Look at the screen, birdie.” He whispers in your ear, and when you look up you notice the bullet hit straight into the bullseye, a weak smile appearing on your face.

“Such a good fucking girl, birdie. Shooting so good so soon.” He whispers against your skin as he enters a second finger into you making you whine at the stretch. “Now I need to give you something, right?” He asks and you quickly nod moaning. “How about I give you a good fuck, birdie? Hm? Almost my whole team has already got a taste of fucking your sweet little cunt, and here I am, waiting for you to let me get inside, love. You want that, birdie? Are you gonna let the Captain fuck you stupid, hm?”

You eagerly nod earning a chuckle from him, but his fingers don't stop fucking your cunt the ball of his hand hitting your clit with every thrust sending a shock up your spine. You can only whine and moan at his mercy as you feel your orgasm approach, for a second you fear he might leave you wanting but you quickly realize that he much rather have you crying from overstimulation. You come with a loud moan of his name as you whip your head back on his shoulder unable to stay still as he keeps going not slowing down making your juices lazily drip down his hand.

“Ask for it, birdie. Please, I want to hear you ask for it.” He says, moving the arm from your neck letting you hold yourself up holding onto the table, slowing his fingers but still slowly fucking you.

“Please… Fuck me, please, John.” You half moan, looking back at him from over your shoulder. Price groans letting his forehead rest on your back, laughing to himself. “Birdie, you are going to kill me one of these days.” He says before dropping a kiss to where your exposed back begins and dragging his tongue up to your nape making you whine and arc your back onto him.

You hear the unmistakable sound of his belt getting undone, and you feel his fingers slip from your cunt only to appear right on your lips. “Taste yourself, birdie. Taste how fucking delicious you are.” You take his finger on your mouth, making him groan as you hear him fist himself; his tip grazing your wet cunt once he moves your underwear to the side. He pushes his finger down on your tongue, forcing you to open your mouth and a loud moan leaves your mouth as his dick enters your pussy stretching you out.

And then, a series of praises and compliments begin to fall from Price’s mouth as he fucks you that takes your mind to a blissful state where the only thing you can do is moan and take in the love Price is pouring onto you. “My sweet fucking girl… taking my dick so fucking good, the best fucking pussy I have ever had, love. You just fucking ruined me for everyone else, gonna keep you with me forever, hm? You’ll like that, birdie? Keeping you with me forever, and with the boys. Oh, birdie, if you have heard them… fuck… fucking obsessed with you, birdie. Stay with us, birdie. We’ll be good, I promised. We’ll take care of you, of everything you want, everything you need.”

To hear the respectable Captain Price practically whine in your ear, begging you to stay with him has you weak on your knees and you fear you may collapse when the hand on your hips disappear for a moment. It quickly comes back, and the hand inside your mouth goes out grabbing your jaw instead and forcing you to look at the screen, and the sight makes your eyes widen.

On the screen is the clear image of you getting your gut rearranged by the 141 Captain, being livestream by the security camera of the shooting range. Price goes back to whispering filth in your ear when he feels you clench. “Look how good you fucking look, birdie. Going to fucking steal the footage, watch it every night. How about we let the boys see it, hm? How good you take my cock on this tight fucking pussy, hm? Like a fucking champ.”

You whine clenching again earning a groan from him, unable to peel your eyes away both by his hand and by the hypnotic image on the screen. The mental image of Price or any of the boys pleasuring themselves with the ongoing images has you getting closer and closer to the edge, and Price must be able to tell because he gets a hand down to your clit rubbing quick circles in it making you cum with a loud moan as you clench on him like a vice. He groans behind you, your hands find their way back to the edge of the table when he takes back the hand from your jaw, just to slap your ass making you whine and grabs your hips fucking you hard, the sound of his hips hitting the meat of your ass filling the room. You wouldn't be surprised if you woke up to bruises on your body, Price chasing his own release like a madman moaning your name when he finally reaches it releasing his hot cum inside of you.

Still buried inside of you, he hugs you from behind his forehead resting on your shoulder, groaning when he feels you clench around him from the aftershock of your orgasm. He raises, grabbing your leg in the process and raising it, leaving you spread-legged directly to the camera. “Show the boys, doll. Did I fuck you nice, birdie?” He asks, and when you nod without talking he gives you a quick thrust with his softening dick making you moan of overstimulation. “Words, birdie.”

“Yes, Sir.” You moan softly, and whine when Price bends down biting the joint of your shoulder and neck hard, possessiveness taking over him and urging him to leave a mark on you as if his cum leaking from your cunt around his dick wasn't enough. “Good fucking girl, birdie. So fucking good.” He says licking the mark of his teeth he just left. He leaves your leg down, dropping kisses around your shoulder before asking: “Can you hold still for a minute, birdie? I’m gonna be back in just a minute, I promise.” You nod, leaning more of your weight onto the table making him chuckle and you hear him walk away.

Being true to his word, he comes back just a minute later, a pen drive in his hand and two hours' worth of footage deleted from the security system. He lifts you bridal style and he starts to walk to his room, turning the lights off on his way out.

Once inside his room, he takes your clothes off as well as his own and gets in the shower with him. A warm innocent shower, just him washing the sweat and saliva of your body. Once the both of you are cleaned, he covers you with a towel sitting you on the toilet and uses a wet towel to clean the make-up off your face. The both of you brush your teeth in comfortable silence and then he dries you up. Neither of you bothers to put on any clothes before getting under the cover, the heat of each other body keeping you warm.

Price cups your face, finally kissing you for the first time in the whole night, sealing the deal of all the promises and feelings he professed for you. He lets you readjust your position against him before hugging you and whispers before falling asleep. “Sleep nice, birdie.”

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chuuyasheaven · 4 months

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Lovely wife on the surface, freak under the sheets !! (Fyodor, Dazai, Chuuya)

TAGS. F. Dostoevsky, D. Osamu, C. Nakahara (separately) / Wife! Fem! Reader, p in v, oral sex, Fyodor’s might not be as spicy as the other two, masturbating (Fyodor), teasing, pet names, slight praise and degrading, slight brat taming (Fyodor, Chuuya), breeding kink (Chuuya), mentions of getting prego (Chuuya), might have grammar errors, etc.

NOTES. First two finals were good, yesterday in the english one, there was a task of writing a story and guess what I did? I wrote a cringy angsty soukoku fan fic 😭 but yeah small Drabble to feed y’all pookies!!!

F. DOSTOEVSKY

Everyone thinks you and Fyodor are a good match, because look at you! His pretty little wife who does everything she’s told, never thinking of saying ‘no’ to her husband.

But sometimes, you like being a little disobedient just to get punished by him. So that’s why you probably were fingering yourself, the cold wedding ring adding more to the pleasure. When Fyodor caught you, your legs were spread and your wet cunt was on display for him, so he obviously knew that you let yourself get caught on purpose.

“Such a naughty little wife, hm?”, Fyodor hummed as he slowly let his finger drag across your wet folds, picking up your wetness. “My, my, look at how wet you are, darling. Couldn’t even wait for me to come back, no? You know your fingers aren’t good as mine.”, he was right, his pale, long slender fingers could reach spots you never could on your own. “I know, but you took so long!!”, you whined, “Please help me out, Fedya.”, Fyodor chuckled, two fingers, going around your dripping cunt to avoid it. “I don’t know, a naughty wife who doesn’t follow her husbands orders shouldn’t get the pleasure they crave.”, wasn’t he right though? He specifically told you not to pleasure yourself when he wasn’t around, didn’t he?

“C’mon, Fedya, please!”, you begged him, moving around to get his fingers to touch your cunt at least once. “So desperate, aren’t we?”, he teased, a smirk making it on his face. “I’ll never do it again, promise. . You were gone for too long and I just missed you! Please, please, please, Fedya! Need your fingers in me.”, aw that’s cute, maybe he should give in to your pleas? “Do you think you deserve it, my dear?”, you better not lie and say something he didn’t wanna hear. “No but I’ll make it up to you! I will earn it.”, Fyodor really didn’t think of this answer, but went with it either way. “You’re gonna earn it?”, you nodded and sat up. “Promise.”, He was satisfied with that.

“Then come and earn it, love.”

D. OSAMU

Dazai wasn’t the possessive type, but when it came to you, his wife, then he might be. Especially when a man was flirting with you, even though you clearly have a ring on your finger! Luckily for you, Dazai was with you when this happened earlier. All that happened because of the dress you had on, a dress which was hugging your figure nicely, hell, if he didn’t know any better he would be flirting with you too!

Well, bless the heavens and the above for catching you before anyone else did, because you feel way too good than you should, he also had the privilege of ripping the very same dress of off you.

“You look way too sexier than you should, ‘donna.”, Dazai was working his tongue on your cunt, sending light vibrations to it by talking to you. You just nodded, being a little spent because this was going on for two rounds straight. “Oh, so you agree?”, he asks you, his hot breath moving further away from your cunt. “No, Dazai— don’t stop!”, you whined, but Dazai just chuckled deeply. “I gotta disagree with you on this one, sweetheart. . I think you’re rather divine, your taste especially.”, this teasing asshole, why was he asking you questions instead of making you cum for a third time. “My beautiful wife, thinking she isn’t sexy. . Maybe I need to convince her?”, Dazai was standing up, giving you the illusion of depriving you of your— much deserved in your opinion —orgasm. But no, he was far from done with you.

The amount of bliss you felt when he pushed his cock in you, nearly screaming of how sudden it was to you. “I think I already know how to.”, his hips started moving against yours while his hands were holding onto yours. Your moans were pulled from you again, you grabbed the sheets in the amount of pleasure he made you feel.

“Gonna make you feel so good, baby. . Just keep being such a good wife for me, ‘kay?”

C. NAKAHARA

Before your husband, Chuuya, came through the door, you were backing him a small cake. Just like a good wife should, also wearing a cute apron with the saying “Kiss the chef”. All went well so far and Chuuya walked through the door, not to greet you, that is.

You are a good wife, but sometimes you can be a little deceiving. A prime example being those photos you sent Chuuya at least a hour before his work ended, photos which included you in his favorite lace lingerie with the caption “miss you”. And what was your reason? Just to tease him a little, maybe a little motivation to work faster to get home earlier.

He was impatient, he’s been waiting for a hour to get home to you, just to not even get to the bedroom. That’s right, he was gonna take you right at the kitchen counter. Chuuya took off your shirt to see you were still wearing the set, a smirk was curving up on his lips. “You’re still wearing this, doll?”, he asked you, since you were bent over the counter he couldn’t see your smile on your face, but he could hear your giggle. “Yeah, just for you.”, you admitted in a teasing tone. “Just for me? Well then allow me. .”, he replied, pulling your lace panties to the side.

Chuuya wasn’t going slow at it, he was basically going so fast and hard that the counter legit started to shake slightly. His hips slapping against your ass, your moans filling the kitchen along side by his groans and breathy cursing. “Couldn’t wait for me to— mhm, fuck —to come home, hm? Sendin’ me photos of you looking so perfect sayin’ you miss me.”, he groaned, all you replied with was a moan. “Such a little slut, you jus’ wanted to get fucked, didn’t you? Teasin’ me at work just for a good fuck.”, Chuuya could feel his orgasm approaching, your cunt clenching around him only sped up the process.

“Ch–chuuya— ngh!”, you moaned out his name in bliss, Chuuya sped up the pace. “Want me to cum inside you, baby? Want me to fill you up so fuckin’ good?”, he asked in a low mocking tone, waiting for a response from you. “Y–yes! Ah— please!”, his cock twitched when you gave him the permission. “Yeah? Gonna fill you up so much you’ll be leakin’. . ‘till you might get pregnant.”, he didn’t really mean it, did he? It was all in the heat of the moment, right? Nonetheless, it turned you on with the way he said it. A deep chuckle was heard from him as he felt you clench down again. “You like that, doll? You wanna get pregnant with our child— oh fuck —you’re squeezin’ me so tight. . You sure you want it?”, you repeatedly moaned a yes, making him smirk. “C–cumming!”, you almost screamed, the amount of pleasure being a bit overwhelming.

“Yeah, just like that. . Take it like a good girl, baby. Hm— keep clenchin’ like that so nothin’ spills, understood?”

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lipglossanon · 3 months

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Nothing But Trouble

Stepdad!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader <one shot>

word count: 1995

requested by the wonderful @ao3-rex1223 💜🥺

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, stepcest (kinda lol), daddy kink, dirty talk, kissing, fingering, spanking, rough sex, multiple orgasms, squirting, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink

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The first time’s an accident. Your mom tells you she’ll be gone on a work trip for a few days. Plenty of time to invite Leon over for a mini sleepover. So it’s a surprise when you and Leon are getting hot and heavy on the couch to see headlights splash bright light through the windows, making you pull away from him.

“Oh my god, she’s home,” you panic, standing up from the couch and tugging Leon’s hand. “We need to hide out in my room.”

He grins, a wicked curve of his lips, “You don’t want her to see us, sweetheart?”

You roll your eyes and lead him upstairs as you hear the garage door roll open, “Yeah, not with your hand down my pants.”

He pushes against your back to quicken your pace. Once inside, he shuts the door before turning to you. He manhandles you until you’re bent over the bed, roughly tugging your jeans and panties down.

Groaning, he swipes his fingers across your slit, “So wet for me, baby. Like that daddy’s playing with this cute pussy?”

“Yes,” you whimper, burying your face into the sheets, “want you so bad.”

“Poor thing,” he mockingly coos down at you before landing a loud slap across your ass, “shouldn’t have been a little brat then, huh?”

“Daddy,” you hiccup as he spanks your ass again, “‘m sorry.”

“Shhh, unless you want your mom coming in here to see her little girl being split open on my cock,” he laughs. “I won’t mind it—show her what a tight, slutty pussy looks like.”

Slick leaks from your hole and glistens off your thighs as Leon spanks you over and over until the skin is hot. Without any warning, you feel him notch the fat head of his cock against your cunt and bottom out in one stroke. His palm covers your mouth right as you scream, body thrashing underneath his heavy weight.

“Hush, sweetheart,” his amused voice murmurs in your ear, “I’m just giving you what you want. Don’t you want daddy’s big cock stuffing you full?”

Your eyes roll back as he grinds even deeper into your pussy, the tip of his dick kissing your cervix in a way that makes your cunt gush, pleasure-pain skating up your spine. His hand moves from your mouth to press against the back of your head while the other slips under your body, pulling the hood of your clit back so the sensitive nub can grind against the duvet.

A stuttering moan leaves your lips, the squelching from his dick pistoning into your cunt sounding loud and salacious in your small room. His rough thrusts grind your clit against your bedspread, sending molten heat to pool in your belly. Leon’s hand grips your head and pulls you up until your body bows.

“This pussy’s just made for my fat cock, isn’t it, baby?” He grunts, “God, your mom could walk in at any time and see me pounding your hot, wet cunt.”

His dick brushes against your g-spot, making you squeal and clamp down on him.

“Daddy,” you pant, “I’m so close, I wanna cum, please let me cum.”

“Such a good little slut,” he praises, “what if I said no?”

Tears clump your lashes together, “Oh, please. I’ll be so good, daddy, please, wanna cum on your cock. Need you to cum in my pussy.”

He chuckles and stills inside your throbbing walls, sending you into a tailspin of need. Your hips writhe back, trying to hump down on his cock, but he stills you with an iron grip on your waist.

“Now, that’s two different things, baby girl,” he whispers into your ear, “you want to cream my cock,” he slips a hand down to your spread open cunt to teasingly rub your swollen clit, “but then, say you need me to cum inside your fat, drippy pussy? Which is it?”

“Fuck, please,” you mewl, brain hazy with pleasure, “please, daddy.”

“Aww, since you’re asking so nicely, I’ll let you have both,” he croons against your hair, “cream my cock and I’ll breed this sweet hole til my cum’s dripping out.”

Shuddering, your hips buck forward into his fingers before pressing back, his cock slipping in and out of your cunt. A few more tight circles against your pudgy clit and your orgasm overtakes your senses. Your pussy walls clamp and pulse against his cock as Leon fucks you harder and harder. He bites down on your shoulder, burying his cock deep inside your hole, cum spurting from his tip as his balls empty into your pussy.

“Good girl,” he pats your hip, sinking more of his weight onto your back until you’re both prone on the bed.

His weight feels nice, lulling you into a sleepy daze as he pets your sides and brushes your hair away from your face. He hisses when his cock softens enough to slip from your messy cunt, slick and cum dripping onto the bed. He cuddles you into his broad chest until a sharp rap at your door startles you both.

“Honey, you awake?”

You freeze, looking at Leon who only laughs to himself. He gets up off your bed and steps into your closet, shooting you a wink as he shuts the door. You bundle your blanket up around your shoulders and clear your throat.

“Y-yeah, come in,” you answer her, hoping it doesn’t smell too much like sex.

Opening the door, she walks into your room with a little smile, “I know I wasn’t due back for a few more days, but they canceled the guest speaker at the last minute.”

“Oh,” you cringe internally, knowing your voice’s a little higher than usual. “Are they going to reschedule?”

She hums, eyes scanning your room before coming back to you, “Yes, it’s early next week, so I’ll be leaving again soon.”

You nod, “Okay then.”

“Well,” she tilts her head slightly, “guess I’ll let you get back to resting.”

She pauses for a second, a little frown pinching her brows before she laughs to herself, “Say hi to that boyfriend of yours.”

“What?” You call out, acid swirling in your stomach.

She waves you off and shuts your door, footsteps disappearing down the hall. You raise up and look over your bed to see Leon’s jacket bundled up at the foot of your bed.

“It’s new. She won’t recognize it,” his smooth voice cuts into your thoughts as he steps out.

“Oh my god,” you flop back onto your bed, “my heart’s beating so fast.”

You let out a little laugh while Leon sits on the edge of your bed.

“Up for a little more?” The corner of his lips quirks up into a half smile as he trails his fingers up to your thigh.

From then on, you sneak Leon into the house at every opportunity. Your mom gives you sly little glances when she catches a man’s jacket strewn over the back of the couch or sees a pair of shoes kicked off by the door. Somehow, you’re always able to keep her finding out that it’s Leon who’s your new beau.

Even though he tries his damndest to get you caught every. single. time.

“C’mon, baby, let me hear you,” he goads, fingers buried knuckle deep in your cunt as you sit next to him on the couch, “your mom’s due back any time.”

He pulls out his fingers and adds a third to your hole before pressing them back inside, tips rubbing against the spongy spot at the front of your pussy. Leon bites your neck, sucking the skin as his thumb slowly rubs across your swollen clit.

“Oh fuck, Leon,” you slur, head tipping back against the couch, making it easier for him to suck and bite at the column of your neck.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he nips the shell of your ear, “this hungry little cunt’s just sucking my fingers in, can’t wait to feel her around my cock.”

“Daddy,” you gasp wantonly, hips rolling down into his hand, “want that, want your cock.”

“Oh, I know,” he simpers, kissing your cheek, “my poor baby and her sweet pussy need daddy to breed her all night long.”

Goosebumps prickle along your skin as your thighs fall open even wider, “God, yes, please, want you to cum in me so bad.”

He growls and fingerfucks your cunt even harder, slick splashing against his palm as it slaps against your mound. The trill of your phone doesn’t even slow him down as you shakily bring it up to see who’s calling.

“It’s my mom,” you whimper and he only smirks, fingers still pumping into your chubby cunt, “Leon.”

“Answer it, slut,” he slows his rough pace but keeps his fingers rubbing against your g-spot as you shakily answer the call.

“H-hi mom,” you swallow down the moans wanting to escape, “y-yeah my boyfriend’s here.”

Leon laughs into your neck and picks back up the hard and fast pace from earlier, pussy loudly squelching and making you squirm.

“Huh? No, no, we’re just making s-some food,” you shut your eyes, hoping and praying the orgasm you feel building in your core holds off just a little longer.

“Oh? You’re on your way home? Oh no, he’ll be gone by then,” you bite your lip, eyes fluttering shut as Leon’s thumb circles your clit just right, ratcheting your arousal higher and higher with every press.

“Okay, yeah, u-uh yeah, you t-too, mmhmm,” your mind is blurring, “talk to you later.”

The hand holding the phone drops down onto the couch as Leon brings you to the edge and pushes you over. Slick gushes from your cunt, squirting out all over the couch, Leon’s arm, and onto the floor.

“Oh fuck, fuck, daddy, ‘m cumming,” you wail, back arching as his fingers keep thrusting in and out of your hole, “fuck!”

You squirt again as his fingers keep rubbing and pressing against the spongy spot in your cunt that has your walls fluttering like crazy. After making you cum again, he finally eases his fingers from your swollen cunt, lightly petting your clit with wet fingers until you whimper.

“Fuck me,” you spread your pussy open, folds wet and hole clenching around nothing, “breed me right here, right now, daddy.”

“Fuck,” he growls out, undoing his belt and jeans, quickly shoving them down his thighs to pull his cock free.

You moan as soon as you see his sticky uncut tip, “Please, Leon, want it.”

There’s no finesse as he shoves his cock inside your overly sensitive pussy, not worried about your pleasure at all at this moment.

“What a fucking slut,” he laughs meanly, pinching your clit, “you’re gonna get us caught cause I’m not stopping—told you that I’m gonna breed you all night.”

“Don’t care,” you gasp, pussy rippling around his cock, “just fill me up, feels so good.”

“Goddamn,” he bares his teeth at you, “fuck, you’re so perfect. Got the best fucking pussy.”

Half a dozen thrusts later and he’s spilling hot and thick inside your cunt, sticky ropes of cum painting your pussy walls white.

“Oh god,” you whimper, cunt clenching rhythmically around Leon’s softening cock.

“We’re not finished,” the words rumble from his chest.

With a squeal, Leon pulls you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you upstairs into your room. Shutting your door, he shoves you up against it, licking into your mouth messily, spit dripping from your lips as he kisses you heatedly.

A half hour later, when your mom comes home, she can hear the rhythmic thudding of you getting your pussy railed against your door by, unbeknownst to her, the man who used to be your step dad. She only laughs in embarrassment, planning on talking to you about maybe taking your extracurricular activities to your boyfriend’s place to avoid any awkward talks like this in the future.

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hannieween · 6 months

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after dark | city lights series | h.js

It all started with a deal with your next door neighbor, Joshua Hong. A little harmless deal that surprisingly led you to finding love; and a part of yourself that you were still discovering.

✮ pairings: joshua hong x female reader ✮ genre: fluff, angst, smut (18+) ✮ aus: rock singer joshua, boyfriend joshua, ldr ✮ word count: 22.3k

›🎧: underwater – red velvet | deep deep sleep – woodz | water – ten

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› nsfw warnings under the cut

✮ warnings: alcohol consumption (no dubcon), smut with plot, dom joshua, brat reader, reader is on the pill, foul language, dirty talk, unprotected p in v sex, creampies [a lot of these], cumplay, spit play, oral sex (m, f), multiple orgasms, phone sex, guided masturbation, use of sex toys (rabbit vibrator), sextapes, manhandling, quickie, anal play, praise/degradation kink, breeding kink, exhibitionism: sex in semi public spaces, brat taming: spanking, bondage (belt); pet names: sweetheart, princess, baby, bunny (hers) handsome, baby, babe, baby boy (his)

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part viii — part one

The ride back home was characterized by an unpleasant silence, only interrupted by your crying. It wasn't a loud, snotty weeping, you just kept silently gathering tears, sobbing every now and then.

But your boyfriend's best friend noticed. Every time you brought your hand to wipe away tears with the sleeve of your sweater, you'd feel his swift gaze on you as he kept driving.

"Do you want to grab some food? Are you okay?" Yoon Jeonghan asked once, his tone tentative and cautious.

"I'm fine," you smiled sheepishly. "I'm okay. I'm just a bit of a crybaby."

"Oh, don't say that," he responded calmly. "You're allowed to cry, it's okay."

You laughed meekly. "Is this a good first impression?" you wondered out loud. "I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about that," he said while eyeing you with a polite smile on his face. "You know, Joshua asked me to get you home, but I also wanted to meet you ever since he told me about you," he mentioned briefly and with a simple tone.

You turned to see the man you knew almost nothing about. "He's told you about me?"

Jeonghan scrambled for words. You noticed his shifty eyes and when he parted his lips, "I, uh, don't wanna get myself in trouble," he chuckled embarrassedly. "He just told me that he was seeing someone."

You narrowed your eyes, spotting his clear lie but decided not to press.

"You need to understand—Joshua has never been this serious with anyone in the years I've known him," he told you, eyeing you and the road. "And I've known him for a long time. So when he told me that he was serious about you... I knew I had to meet you."

"I find that hard to believe, him being single for years. I know, he's told me but," you pointed with a small laugh. "I mean, Joshua is..."

Jeonghan shifted a little in his seat. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Eyebrow piercing, emo boy, hard to resist," he chuckled. "Yes, that guy, single. I guess he's told you that he had some flings here and there but never committed."

"He doesn't–hasn't told me much about his past relationships," you told your boyfriend's best friend. "We actually don't talk about that, either his or my own past relationships."

"That's fair," he hummed, shifting the grip on the steering wheel to one hand, while he decided to rest the other on the windowsill. "But don't think that there's some tragic backstory, or whatever that's made him like this. Shuji was always set on growing his musical career before chasing someone."

You stifled a laugh. "Suppose I got lucky, then."

"Maybe you both are just lucky," he muttered, eyes set on the road ahead.

"So how did you two meet?" you wondered. "If you don't mind me asking."

"We met through another friend," he eyed you curiously. "Choi Seungcheol, you've met him?"

"I don't think I have, no," you frowned and then your mouth parted. "Oh! Is it the bar owner?"

Jeonghan nodded. "That's the one," he gave you an amused smile. "Now the story of how we actually met is something I decidedly shouldn't tell you," he chuckled again and darted a look at you. "Ask your boyfriend."

"Why, is it bad?" you asked innocently.

"No, not bad. Nothing is bad if you have a good excuse," he let out a low cackle. "It was a really fun night. I lost a lot of money," he coughed a bit, steering the wheel with one hand.

"Mmph, that only generates more questions, you know," you scoffed and he only gave you a grin in response.

"Your turn, then," he looked at you when the car stopped at a red light. "How did you meet Joshuji? Of course, if that's a story you would like to share."

Joshuji. Your stomach twisted at the sound of the fond nickname.

"I uh, I have really bad sleeping habits," you started with some shyness, but there was something in the nature of your boyfriend's best friend. He seemed inviting and familiar.

"Ah, really?" his eyebrows shot up.

You nodded, continuing: "I went to his door one day to tell him to stop playing his guitar because I couldn't sleep, thinking it was really early in the morning to be playing on speakers," you chuckled awkwardly. "Turns out that it was well past noon. And I was still in pjs, sleep deprived and cranky."

"Mmmn," he nodded with thought. "I have bad sleep habits too."

"Oh no, I'm sorry to hear that," you replied pitifully.

"Don't be. I'm used to it," he replied quickly, drawing in a breath before he pulled to the curb. "And there you go, Ms. Hong. Arrived home safe."

"Thank you for the ride," you smiled, gathering your bearings and before you could step out of his fancy car you turned to see the man. "Let me compensate you in some way."

His eyebrows pushed up. "I'm sorry?"

"Yeah, let me buy you lunch or so-something," you replied shyly. "I owe you."

He snorted a laugh. "Ever heard of friends? You owe me nothing."

You looked away, trying to hide the evident shame you felt and probably showed in your face. "I also want to know more about you... and Joshua."

"Ah, then you should've said it like that," he tutted, a smile threatening to break on his face. "Lunch is alright."

The first weekend went by slowly.

Thankfully, you had a lot of work to bury yourself in, such as signing books, preparing and green lighting stuff for the book promotions. You were surprised to see that your agency had secured you round a of interviews, so you had to prepare for that too.

One morning you were returning to your apartment, a bag of fresh groceries in your arms, when you saw a tall man standing outside your door. Your stomach twisted at the sight, and your first instinct was to think of Joshua, even if that was quite improbable.

But the man faced the door, and you caught sight of his sharp nose and slightly curly dark hair hiding beneath a black beanie. You suddenly realized that you'd seen this man before, and it was your neighbor.

"Hi," you chirped, making the man turn to you now. "Seokmin, right?"

"Hi, there," he gave you a toothy grin. "That's right. I'm just here to drop by some things that Joshua left in our old apartment. Is it alright if I drop them with you?"

"Yeah, of course," you replied, noticing the cardboard box in his arm. You reached to open up the door and stepped inside. "You can leave it on the table, it's fine."

"Thanks," he muttered. "That's all he left behind, that's it for me. Have a nice day!"

And with that, you were barely uttering a phrase in goodbye when Seokmin walked out your door, turning down to the elevator instead to what used to be Joshua's apartment. A hollow feeling invaded you when it dawned on you that the place was finally empty now.

With a long sigh, you closed your door and turned to the box on the table. You decided to pry inside it, to find some pillowcases neatly folded, a bottle of shampoo, a black cap, sunglasses, a protein shaker and a pair of training gloves.

You gave yourself the freedom to empty the box and find a place for these items in your bedroom. Joshua had left two large sound amplifiers in your apartment already, so you saw no reason why you shouldn't find somewhere to keep his other stuff.

You were just leaving the bottle of shampoo in the shower when you caught the tangy smell of citrus, like fresh lemonade or the tangerine splash when you peel off the juicy fruit. It instantly reminded you of the smell of Joshua's hair, the smell you swore lingers in the pillow he used the last time he slept with you.

Joshua had been gone for two days, and you were getting by just fine. He called once a day and texted whenever he could. But the truth was that he kept busy, and had little time to even catch up with you.

So in an attempt to distract yourself from the gut wrenching feeling you got from missing him, you went into your room and lay down on the bed, scrolling mindlessly on your phone.

That's when you were reminded of the videos Joshua had sent the night he arrived at his hotel room. He made no comment about it, just dropped them in the conversation he shared with you and you hadn't had the opportunity to watch them. Until now.

The videos Joshua sent you were of the last night you had sex with him. One video started and the first thing that caught your eye was your face. Your heart sank at the first glimpse of what his view was when he fucked you: the camera flash hit your eyes and you grimaced slightly, but you could see in the video, despite it all, your lust-blown eyes looking at him expectantly.

It was the first time you saw yourself in this position. Lying face up to him, your head in the pillows, hair spread all over them. In that second, you could feel yourself heating up when you saw yourself like this. And your arms were framing your head and your wrists, god—bound by rope tightly and tied up to your headboard. Joshua's hand came into the frame, and the angle of the camera shifted down to your naked body, thus showing his.

A burning sensation rushed inside you when you saw his cock, fully hard, as Joshua gripped it in his hand. He kept his thumb on top of his veiny, thick shaft. Your mouth watered as you saw him guiding it to your core.

A desperate need to feel what your eyes were watching overwhelmed you so badly that you had to pause the video and put your phone down. You were surprised at the response of your body, your accelerated heart, the excitedness coursing through your veins, buzzing in your ears. You knew you had to do something about it.

You felt your pulse beneath your hot skin as you tugged your shorts down with one hand, dragging your wet panties along and finished taking them off by kicking them with your feet.

Pushing your knees up, you parted your thighs slightly, only to sneak one hand in and let out a sigh upon feeling just how wet you were already.

Your free hand scrambled in your bed, blindly searching for your phone and you tapped play to resume watching Joshua's hand, guiding his pretty cock inside you. The reddened cockhead nudged in your entrance—just as your fingers glided in your wetness, your mind went blank, subdued by the need to recreate what you felt that night.

"Fuck," Joshua muttered when he sheathed himself completely inside you, his voice sounded soft in the video, making you shudder in ecstasy as your fingers toyed with your clit.

The first video ended there. But the next one was even dirtier. As you continued rubbing your clit, your eyes watched Joshua's point of view, as he fucked you slowly. You saw his cock disappearing inside you, and then pulling back out, glistening wet from his arousal and your own.

The faces you made, the noises that escaped your parted lips, your lust-lidded eyes as you kept them trained on him. You remembered then that you were getting more aroused by seeing his own enjoyment, the pleasure he got from having you bound to your bed.

You also heard his breathing through the video, though you couldn't see his face. You ached to see him, to feel him again as the second video came to an end.

The videos were on loop as you worked on your poor throbbing pussy and you came while watching them over and over again. You felt pathetic, tired, furiously needy, and you know a couple of videos wouldn't suffice.

"Joshua, Joshua..." you chanted until your voice was hoarse, your body twitching in your bed.

You had tossed your phone on the pillow beside your head, only getting by the memory of him fucking you, and the sound of the low grunts caught on the video. You touched yourself until your fingers were worn, your poor pussy so wet you couldn't even touch your clit properly without the pads of your fingers slipping.

A chilling shudder shook your body when your phone started buzzing beside your head. You turned to look at the pop-up tab above the video of your boyfriend fucking you. Only to see that he was calling you.

"He-hello?" you croaked and cleared your throat. "Hi."

"Hi, bunny," your boyfriend sighed contentedly. "Am I interrupting something?"

You moved your hand from between your legs and rested it on top of your lower tummy.

"No, not at all," you lied and your voice betrayed you completely.

"Sure, baby? I can call later. I just got to the hotel room and was thinking of catching up with you," he hummed happily, you heard him groan when you assumed by the noise at the other end that he just threw himself onto a bed.

"I'm fine, Josh," you sighed, thinking of what to say. "Ha-how was your day?"

"Are you sick, baby? You sound a little hoarse–,"

"I'm okay," you gulped nervously and closed your eyes shamefully: "I was watching the videos you sent me."

Joshua paused for a second only. "Oh, my sweet girl, you should've just said that," he cooed and you knew by his tone that he was smiling: "Were you touching yourself, baby?"

"I–," you choked out nervously. "Yeah."

"Don't let me stop you, sweetheart," he purred with his honeyed voice and you squeezed your eyes, shaking with a violent shudder that demanded you to continue pleasuring yourself.

"Joshua," you blurted, your voice high and shaky. "I need you."

"What do you need from me, baby? Sounds like you were at it for quite some time, am I right?" he said tauntingly.

"I need you Josh,—I can't anymore," you mumbled coyly.

"You can't what, baby?" he asked, sounding amused and when you didn't give him an immediate reply, he just assumed. "Did you tease that pretty pussy until you can't come anymore?"

"Can you help me? Please Josh," you sighed pathetically, trying to ignore the throbbing of your walls.

"Get your rabbit dildo," he instructed without skipping a beat.

That drew a triumphant grin from you, getting up from your bed you walked to your dresser, where you kept your toys inside a box and got the vibrator. "How did you know I wasn't using my toys?"

"A feeling," he hummed sweetly. "Did you like the videos, baby?"

You settled back in your bed, dildo in one hand, phone in the other pressing against your ear. "Yeah, I did. I wish you recorded for longer, though."

"Maybe I did it on purpose," he replied in a low tone. "Maybe I just wanted you to have a little reminder."

"But I want more," you whined with a pout, knowing that the whiny tone in your voice would work on him. "I need you so bad, Joshua."

"Turn it on," he purred and you carried out his order immediately. When he heard the faint buzzing of your vibrator, he added: "I miss you too, baby. You have no idea. I miss you. I miss your lips. I want you to kiss me more when we make love, will you do that, baby?"

"Ye-yeah, Josh," you stammered. "I will do anything you want me to."

"Mm, baby, you're so good," he sighed softly. "So fucking good to me. Put the tip in, bunny—slowly."

"Mmnah," you moaned as soon as the tip came into contact with your throbbing pussy and you pushed in, slowly as he indicated, but then the slow thrusting motion of the dildo made you squirm a little. "Joshua–,"

"Don't push it all the way in, not yet," he directed, knowing full well that you would do just as he said. So you didn't let the shaft go all the way into the additional part of the dildo that would massage your clit.

"Josh," you sighed, biting back a moan as the slow thrusting of the dildo worked on your pussy. But still, it was not enough.

"I also miss the way you feel around me," he said with a low groan and you shuddered again, delighting over the fact that he too was aroused. "You feel... You feel like nothing else, baby. So fucking addictive."

"Are you–, are you touching yourself too, Josh?" you asked with a high-keen pitch.

"Mm, yeah. I am baby," he purred softly and your body responded with an ecstatic shudder. The truth is he got hard the moment he knew you were playing with yourself.

So there he was, sprawled in his hotel bed, completely naked, cock in his hand languidly pumping himself. "I need you too, bunny. Need to feel you."

You let out a whiny moan in response, feeling like his words were doing more work on your body than the dildo thrusting inside your walls slowly and rhythmically. "Fuck," you whispered. "I need to feel you too, Josh. It–it's not the same."

"Of course it's not the same, bunny," he groaned softly and you heard a soft sigh that resembled a smile. "Does my sweet girl miss my cock?"

You swallowed hard. "Ye-yeah. I miss you, Josh."

"That's not what I asked," he toyed, a small smile on his face as he rolled his hand around his reddened cockhead, smearing his shaft with precum to keep pumping slowly.

"I miss your cock. I need you inside me, need you to fuck me," you blurted out uncontrollably.

Joshua swallowed back a moan upon hearing you talk like that. And you got a taste of what he felt whenever you moaned in his ear when a low, raspy hum poured into your ear and your inner thighs clenched instantly.

"Close your eyes and push the dildo further, turn up the speed for me," you responded with a loud moan when you did. "Just let yourself go. Imagine it's me, can you do that, baby?"

"God, Josh," you moaned as your inner thighs started to shake slightly. You tried to imagine him, inside you instead of the vibrator, and its mechanical thrusting.

"I'm here, sweetheart," he murmured with a low raspy voice that only made your walls throb desperately. "God, I miss your needy pussy too. Always so wet and tight for me, sucking my cock back in. So fucking good, baby."

At that, you felt your walls flutter around the vibrator. Joshua knew how much you loved hearing him talk like that, his honeyed, worn voice pouring into your ear, making your body burn in pure delight. You could only give him a mewling sound in response.

"Yeah, I like hearing that," he said with a low rasp.

"Mmnf–fuck. Josh, I need more," you blurted impatiently when you were just at the edge, but needed more friction in your clit, needed to feel stuffed full. "Can I, babe?"

A pause.

"What did you just call me, baby?" he asked, his voice taut and almost breaking at the end. His lips raised in a smirk and pressed the phone to his ear to listen to your ragged breathing.

"Babe," you sighed a moan, no longer able to contain yourself, your legs twitching involuntarily.

"Fuck," Joshua blurted out in a mere a whisper. His mind reeled with an ecstatic shudder when he realized how much he loved hearing you call him that.

You could've smiled at that if it weren't for the desperate need for release. "Please I need more," you pressed. "Ca-can I go faster?"

"Mmn," a long hum, raw and almost inaudible. His hand gripped his cock tighter, now pumping himself faster. "Yeah, bunny. Go all the way in. Go faster too."

You pushed the dildo inside you with a blissful sigh. "Thank you, babe," you moaned and switched the speed to the one that would get you to come. "God, I need you, Josh."

"Yeah, baby?" he grunted slightly and then he sighed out when he felt his chest cave in. "I need you too. I miss your body and your warmth..."

Your mind had gone blank the minute the rabbit ears of the dildo started rubbing your clit, at the same time that the shaft increased the speed of the steady thrusts.

"Josh, I'm close, baby," you whimpered, lifting your hips from the bed slightly, rolling them as your orgasm drew nearer.

"God," Joshua gasped and swallowed back a moan. "I know you want me to talk dirty right now, baby, but I really fucking miss you."

"I miss you too, Josh," you squeezed your eyes shut, your jaw going slack as your sweet high took over your body, making you moan loudly.

"Fuck, fuck. I'm close too," he breathed, his fist pumping on his cock faster. "Keep doing that, baby. I need to hear you."

"Mmn, Josh," you whimpered lewdly, arching your back on the bed, letting the fiery pleasure consume you at last, crying out in pleasure, walls clenching erratically around the rabbit dildo.

"Joshua," you sobbed. "Baby, I love you."

An ecstatic feeling flooded inside him. A raspy moan coiled in Joshua's throat and he screwed his eyes shut, letting a shaky exhale out as his orgasm spilled all over his hand and abdomen, slowly pumping himself until the last spurts of cum came out of him.

"I love you too, bunny," he replied with a shy murmur.

You turned off the vibrator letting the gentle aftershocks of your orgasm run through your body. "Did you come because I told you that I love you, Josh?" you realized.

"Yeah," he replied and groaned slightly upon hearing your adorable laugh. "Don't laugh at me."

"You're cute," you cooed and then you mimicked him, almost getting his honeyed tone to a point: "Do you like hearing me say that, baby?"

"Of course I do, bunny," he replied with a hint of feigned annoyance. "I think I won't ever get tired of hearing you say it."

"Ever?" you asked, pressing your ear to the phone to hear him sigh and you just knew he was smiling.

"Yeah, I know it sounds cheesy but, I really like when you talk sweet to me," he said with a shy, breathy chuckle.

"Mm, I'll do it more often," you grinned. "You might get sick of me."

"I promise you, I won't," he asserted. "D'you feel better now, baby?"

"Yeah," you exhaled, a gloomy feeling falling upon you. "But I'm sad you're not here to care for me afterwards."

Joshua gave you a disgruntled sound. "I know, I know. But I still need you to do what we normally would do together, okay?" he asked softly and your gut twisted over imagining his eyebrows knitting.

"Mmn, but you're not here to cuddle me," you reproached some more.

"Baby," he pressed firmly.

"Okay, okay," you conceded.

"How about this: we go wash and I'll call you again?" he offered with a softer tone now.

"Mmh yeah, I'd like that," you murmured. And with that, you went and washed your hands thoroughly, and cleaned the vibrator, neatly placing it back to where you kept it.

Afterwards, Joshua videocalled you. And as you talked, you started to feel better, as if the nostalgic feeling was a mere afterthought now. Joshua talked about the city he was in, the hotel room he was staying in and the excitement he felt about his upcoming show.

You have no recollection of when you fell asleep, only that you woke up the following day with a message from Joshua that read: "You've fallen asleep, baby… I hope you don't mind if I keep an eye on you for a few minutes. Before I go to sleep. I love you, bunny."

Attached to that message, was a screenshot of you peacefully asleep, the angle twisted to what you assumed was your hand relaxing around your phone. But your face was in the frame, half buried in the pillow, mouth parted a little. And in the corner, the screenshot showed Joshua's face, smiling fondly at the sight of you.

Yoon Jeonghan is a light sleeper.

That is one of the things that you learned about your boyfriend's best friend, during the time you've got to spend together. With Joshua being away for touring and recording sessions, Jeonghan has been there. Slowly, he has become a close friend of yours and he was pretty adamant on being friends. He was one of a kind in that, just a really good friend.

The night you learned he was a light sleeper was a fun night. You had been hate-watching a reality show together over wine and picking on a charcuterie board. Jeonghan had been visiting every few days now, either to watch a movie together or to silently piece together a Lego set.

"Mm, they're gonna kick him out next," Jeonghan asserted. His injured leg was propped up on the couch directly in front of him, a relaxed look on his face, probably from the alcohol.

"But he's the sweetest," you cooed, glossy eyed watching the screen.

"Yeah, that's why," he nodded, a bright look on his face.

You arched an eyebrow at him. Jeonghan was smart. And not only the book-smart kind of guy. He was a pretty good judge of character, just like yourself. But the theater director could read people like you could books.

"He's too sweet for this show, they let him play just enough to keep viewers hooked and will drop him to cause a bigger shock," he pointed one lithe finger to the screen with a devilish grin on his face.

You clicked your tongue. "You're a terrible viewer," you quipped, making his drowsy-lidded eyes turn to you. "You're getting ahead of the thing before it happens!"

Jeonghan scoffed. "Wanna bet?"

"No," you replied wearily with a pout and turned away sheepishly. "You've won all the bettings I've struck with you."

You heard him giggle. "You could win this one, come on, bet," he nodded to the TV.

"I think the pretty one will be kicked out next," you mused, a small smile bundling up your wine-warmed cheeks.

"Why?" Jeonghan stretched out the word. "She's the hottest one in this show!"

"Well, just like you said," you began. "She's pretty and is in love, so that's out for a show that wants to see them all bumping meats together."

"Bumping meats?" Jeonghan retorted and laughed.

"You know what I mean!" you whined.

"You're like an old lady sometimes," he cackled, bringing his vape pen between his lips and dragging in a puff, letting the smoke cascade out of his mouth.

"Stop smoking in my apartment, Yoon Jeonghan!" you squealed.

"Make me," he chuckled and dragged in another breath.

"You–" you cut yourself off before you could think of an insult and grabbed a cushion from the couch to throw it at his face when he laughed even harder at your shy expression.

The cushion hit him square in the face, but it also fell on top of his hand that was holding the wine glass, toppling it over the couch.

"Oop," you uttered, getting the glass before it fell from the seat and onto the floor. But your couch had already suffered all the damage.

"Oh, princess, I'm sorry," Jeonghan cooed immediately upon seeing the red wine stain settling in the seat of your white couch.

"No, no, it's alright," you mumbled, rising from the couch yourself to get a kitchen towel and coming back to press the dry cloth on it. "It's my fault."

You had knelt in front of the couch to press the kitchen towel to stop it from spreading more. Jeonghan was still sitting down, his knee brushed your arm slightly and he moved from it.

"You can bill me for the cleaning service," he assured, looking down as you still did a feeble attempt to do something.

"No, don't worry about it," you shook your head, the movement making you feel dizzy. "I won't let you."

Jeonghan's lips stretched into a smile slowly. "I don't care what you do, let me take care of it."

You narrowed your eyes at him. Jeonghan stared you down as well, pushing his black hair from the side of his face and tucking it behind his ear.

What broke your stare-down contest was the loud buzzing of your phone that had been long forgotten on the coffee table. You jolted slightly and turned from the man hovering above you and picked up the call.

"Hi, Josh," you cooed, eyeing your friend whose smile just got bigger.

"Baby, I'm facetiming you. Stop pressing the phone to your ear," Joshua laughed.

"Oh," you pulled the phone away and the man beside you scoffed a laugh. "Sorry."

Your boyfriend was lying back on the high pillows of the hotel room, his hair washed up and looking like he wasn't wearing a shirt.

"Do you have someone over?" Joshua frowned slightly. The videofeed in the corner showed the camera pointed at you, and in the background, you could see the coffee table with the charcuterie board, wine bottles and glasses. And Jeonghan's wallet, keys, phone and his vape pen.

"Jeongjeong is here," you nodded and pointed the phone to your boyfriend's best friend.

Jeonghan pressed two fingers to his forehead and saluted the camera with a small. "'Sup."

"What are you two guys doing?" was the first thing Joshua said, eliciting an alarming feeling that crawled down your neck.

Though his tone was simple and unsuspecting of anything, you felt nervous nonetheless. Joshua was quite the possessive boyfriend, but since he went away and you had been getting to know his best friend, he has never said anything negative about it.

"We're hate-watching this show," you started.

"We're in the middle of settling a bet!" Jeonghan interjected, making you chuckle out a drunk laugh.

"Are you drunk, sweetheart?" Joshua caught on immediately after that.

"A bit," you murmured, squinting with one eye and bringing up a hand to pinch two fingers in the air. Joshua smiled when you got to your feet and sat beside Jeonghan, on the side that wasn't spilled with wine. Now your video feed on the corner of your phone screen showed you and Jeonghan.

"What's your bet about now?" Joshua asked, watching you with an amused expression on his face.

"Jeonghan is just taking advantage of my poor financing skills," you slurred.

Jeonghan smirked and your boyfriend did too almost as if on cue.

"Don't let him win, baby," your boyfriend advised, but the tone he used with you made you discreetly tuck your lower lip behind your teeth.

"I'm gonna win again. Until you learn," the man beside you shrugged, brushing his shoulder against yours in the process.

Joshua rolled his eyes with a huff. You watched Jeonghan and back to the screen, feeling like you just missed out on the joke.

"Le-learn what?" you babbled.

"I always win," Jeonghan said with ease, making your boyfriend groan.

You gaped at him. "You're cocky," you rolled your eyes and shook your head at him. "Anyway, how are you, Josh?"

This was sort of a new tradition between you and your boyfriend now, he would facetime you and talk about your day, share thoughts and talk like this for at least an hour.

Joshua sucked in a breath slowly. "Tired," he exhaled. "It was a long session today," he said, his honeyed voice sounding worn.

You pouted slightly. Joshua had been recording with Midnight Haze for their first produced album. Every city they hit, they rent a studio and get to recording so they have to use their hours to finish recording their songs fast.

"Take care of yourself, Josh," you cooed, not caring to be openly affectionate with Jeonghan beside you.

"I'm alright, princess. I'm off to bed," he sighed tiredly but with a content look on his face. "You two continue to have fun, okay?"

"M'kay," you mumbled a bit deflated, you hated the days you couldn't get more time talking to him.

"But not too much fun," your boyfriend's mouth turned into a cheeky grin, the pierced eyebrow quirking up. "Not without me."

Jeonghan leaned on your shoulder, taking most of the frame of the camera. "Bye Joshuji," he chanted and waved with his hand.

"Take care," your boyfriend said, although in your state you understood it as don't drink more than you can handle, and nodded.

"Love you, Josh," you said with all the emotion you could muster without making your friend uncomfortable.

"I love you too, baby," he muttered warmly.

The video feed went out and you were met with your reflection on the screen, your eyes beginning to brim with tears as you tossed your phone on the coffee table.

"What?" Jeonghan blurted at that moment and you sniffed, so he went on: "What, what's going on? Why are you crying?"

You knew your tears were part from all the alcohol overpowering your emotions but you were suddenly overcome with a heart wrenching sadness, and worry.

"Oh no, not again," Jeonghan muttered and clicked his tongue. "Come here," he cooed warmly and wrapped an arm around your shoulders to pull you into a cozy embrace.

"I'm sorry," you stuttered between tears, sniffing loudly. "I just–,"

"I know, you don't need to say it," he muttered with a warm tone. "You miss him, you're getting second thoughts."

"I'm not having second thoughts," you frowned and looked at his eyes, drowsy over the alcohol.

"Really?" he pushed his eyebrows up and gave you a tipsy smile. "Really?"

You sent him a confused look. "I–, I've never said that–"

"You don't have to," he muttered. "I've listened to you and all I hear is you guiltripping yourself and then going on a fucking rabbit hole about not 'being good enough' and not telling him how you feel sooner and, honestly it's just–," he sighed.

Your eyebrows knitted involuntarily. "That's how I sound?"

"Yeah, kinda," he tilted his head side to side. "Listen, I know why you feel like this and I hear you but, I think you're more upset by not seeing him as frequently as you used to. Like a baby who just lost their favorite toy."

You laughed through your tears and Jeonghan responded with a sweet smile of his own. "That's mean, Jeongjeong," you muttered, reaching out for your glass of wine and the bottle, pouring a tiny bit more for you to sip.

"It's just how I see it," he gave you a tight squeeze with his arm before releasing you. "Would you feel better if you go and meet up with him?"

"Yeah, I know I would," you said, leaning your head back on the headrest and looking at the ceiling. "But we're not seeing each other for a couple of weeks. And he will not be able to make it to the book release party, so."

Jeonghan leaned his head back the same as you. You turned to see him, he was frowning slightly, his eyes out of focus. "What if I told you that I just got tickets for his show next Saturday?"

You snorted loudly, nearly choking on your saliva, an act fueled by alcohol. "What?"

"And I can also get you there without Joshua knowing, so it could be a surprise. Then you can talk to him about what's bothering you, " he shrugged and gave you a look. "Maybe even convince him to clear his schedule so he can be here."

"You're being oddly nice," you pointed, narrowing your eyes at him.

"Yeah, well don't get used to it," Jeonghan warned and then let out a sigh through a shy smile.

You sighed, looking at the big wine stain on your couch.

Somehow you couldn't bring yourself to care. You gathered your tears with the back of your hand, sniffing involuntarily before saying: "I want a burger," it was a sad declaration.

Jeonghan snorted. "Right now?" he raised his arm, the screen of his smartwatch lighting up from the movement. "It's one in the morning, I doubt we'll find anything open."

"Mm nah, forget it," you brushed off. "I'll get you another glass, hold on."

You slowly gathered your limbs but before you could get up, Jeonghan stopped you with one hand.

"Don't get up," he muttered quickly. "I can't drink more, I have to drive."

"You're leaving already?" you looked at the screen. "But we have to watch the season's finale."

Jeonghan directed his eyes at you. "Then I'll just drink from your glass, just don't get up. We can't both be disabled at the same time."

"I'm not that drunk," you slurred.

"Pfft, yeah right," he smiled and nodded at the flatscreen. "Let's keep watching."

You don't know how or when you fell asleep. You woke up disoriented, your head had fallen languidly from Jeonghan's shoulder, the abrupt awakening made your heart race and your mind reel with some lucidity.

Did you fall asleep on Jeonghan's shoulder?

He had fallen asleep too, his head leaning on the headrest, the features of his face were relaxed, his eyelids trembling slightly as he snored softly.

The screen was frozen, the faint buzzing sound from its electricity made you look for the remote and turn it off. You left the remote on the coffee table, your fingers bumped slightly with the empty glass of wine.

With that, Jeonghan woke up with a start. "Wha–what?" he mumbled sleepily, his arms stretching out into the air.

"We fell asleep," you mumbled, noticing in your speech how drunk you were still.

"Fuck, we did," he groaned, reaching for his phone on the coffee table.

"You can crash here," you offered. "I can bring you blankets and a decent pillow if you want."

Jeonghan raised his wrist once again, noting that it was already three in the morning. "I appreciate that," he lifted his eyes to look at you. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it," you replied with a shy smile.

Some days later, you flew out to surprise your boyfriend in a foreign country. You realized that it wouldn't take much to convince your boyfriend that you were deep in work and totally not about to take a plane. And the reason why it was easy was because you barely talked anymore, since Joshua was kept busy with his own work.

The ticket that Jeonghan had gotten was for a VIP section, up in the wings on one side close to the stage. There was an ominous buzz coming from the people gathering below, waiting for the lights to go out, waiting for the show to begin.

The excitement that coursed through your entire body when you saw Joshua approach the stage and step under the lights was unparalleled. He looked almost ethereal to you.

The orange glow coming from the overhead light made Joshua's frame look warmer and darker, for some reason. The shadows painted on his face almost gave him a melancholic appearance. His eyes remained closed, and his eyebrows knitted in deep focus as he started singing, his sweet and breathy tone taking over the entire venue.

The very few times you've gotten the opportunity to see him perform live, it has been up close. So now that you were some distance from him, you were overwhelmed by a nostalgic feeling, even if he was there, standing under a spotlight.

Slowly as he strummed the first chords of the opening song, the bass and drums joined in with a splashing crescendo, the whole stage became alight in yellow and purple hues and the crowd lauded in cheers and applause.

The song picked up some pacing and the sound of strenuous metal filled your ears, it banged through your body and took over you with a joyous sway. And it seemed that Joshua was taken over by the same urge to move his body to the happy and faster beat of the song.

Joshua looked elated by the time the first song ended. He smiled and gripped the microphone with one hand, eyes running over the crowd as he lifted the other hand, greeting the crowd by the name of its city.

"This is our first time here and we're excited to be opening for Crimson Moon," Joshua sighed with a pleased grin as the crowd went crazy again and waited until it died down again to say: "We're Midnight Haze and this next song is called Reverie."

Joshua turned to see the drummer's signal. Jihoon nodded at him and started playing right away. Then you watched the rest of Midnight Haze's opening show, you saw the lead singer dance with his guitar and frown while singing until the veins on his neck popped up slightly.

Midnight Haze took a minute before starting to play their last song, Joshua bent over to grab a bottle of water and looked at the sea of people as he gulped slowly and then lowered the bottle. His big brown eyes lifted up to the second level stopping cold when they zeroed on you.

Joshua's gaze softened and his shoulders went slack, he wasn't anticipating you there and it showed in his reaction. Your whole body went alight with exhilaration, making you raise your hand and wave at him, "Hi, baby," you mouthed.

The smile he gave you took over the beautiful features of his face, it was so bright that it seemed to quiet down the low murmur of the crowd. It made your whole world stop.

It was quick: he pressed the tips of his fingers against his lips and motioned the kiss at you. Then he was back on business, grabbing his guitar and a pick from the mic stand.

"This next song is our last, it's called Lights Out."

The song was quick paced and happy. It was one of your favorites because it seemed that every time you listened to its beat, it put you into a chipper mood. It ended with a bang, leaving the crowd ready for the main show.

It seemed that Joshua was eager to finish with his presence onstage and get off, because he just simply came forward, waving to the crowd with a cheerful: "We were Midnight Haze, have an incredible night!" and took the strap of his guitar off his shoulder, and walked out the stage with his bandmates following behind.

You wondered what would happen next. Should you wait until the main show is over to look for him? He must be busy after the show.

The following minutes went by achingly slow. You checked your phone to no avail—thinking that Joshua might reach out to you and tell you what to do next but as the white lights were still on, illuminating the whole venue, you looked, searched for his face,

You checked your phone again, biting your lower lip unsure of what to type, what would be the first thing you would say to him upon seeing him for the first time in days?

So you were beginning to type: where are you, on your phone, pressing send and hoping to see him replying. You waited, tapping the screen with the tip of your finger as if that were going to help change the offline status under your boyfriend's name.

You winced in alarm when two large hands slid onto your waist from behind you, and before you could turn to see, you instantly recognized your boyfriend's touch.

"Hi, baby," he muttered in your ear with a raspy voice. His arms encircled you, pressing you against his tall frame and he buried his face in your shoulder.

"Hi, handsome," you replied warmly.

The crowd cheered and went crazy the moment the stage lights went out, signaling that the main show was about to begin. At that moment, Joshua used his hands on you to turn you around, sinking his lips between yours in a hard kiss.

In the darkness, you tried to palm his chest, finding his sweaty face and neck from the performance he just stepped down from. But you still grabbed his face with your hands to press more kisses on his face.

The main show started with a loud whirring of guitars and a booming voice greeted the crowd from below.

"Come with me," Joshua muttered in your ear, grabbing one of your hands from his face and dragging you through the sea of people. He tugged at your hand to keep you close, maneuvering you to walk in front of him as you both went downstairs.

"Where are we going?" you asked innocently as he pointed you to a dimly lit corridor and now he led the way, away from the stage and the crowd.

The vibrations from the loud music muffled your voice, and it appeared that your boyfriend didn't hear you, but he turned all the same, pulling you from your arm and wrapping you in his again. Joshua was happy, the happiest you've ever seen in his eyes as he lifted you from the floor and twirled on his feet.

"Baby, what are you doing here?" he asked, now you were face to face so you heard him clearly. "I thought you were caught up with the book release."

"I wanted to surprise you," you replied with a shy smile.

He put you back on the ground, but was quick to lean down and capture your lips with his own. "When do you go back?" he asked between shallow kisses.

"Why? Do you want me to leave already?" you joked.

"No, no. I just want to know how much time we'll have," he replied, pulling apart and his brow furrowed.

"I leave on Monday," you replied to his question, seeing his expression change slightly. "I didn't lie, I do have a ton of stuff to get ready."

You saw his eyes roam on your face as he appeared to be thinking about something. "Can't you stay a bit longer?" he asked and then shook his head. "Nevermind. You're here."

His hand slid on the side of your face, grabbing you gently before kissing you, his lips moving on yours perfectly. You moaned when his tongue caressed your lower lip, turning the kiss into one that denoted his need to make you feel how much he missed you.

Joshua took your hand, motioning you to the end of the corridor where a large double door stood with security bodies. You both crossed it and then you were in a large waiting room.

You immediately spotted the other two members of Midnight Haze. Jihoon was sitting on one end of a black couch, and he was speaking with someone beside him, a man who you didn't recognize. Vernon on the other hand, was sitting on a lonely sofa, phone in hand and red cup in the other, scrolling his boredom away.

They were surrounded by small groups of people, seemingly all artists or people in the medium. It seemed like it, at least. When Joshua entered the room, a lot of eyes looked his way, and yours, since he was holding your hand and keeping you close to him.

"Hey, Josh, nice gig," someone said in passing, patting Joshua on the back.

"Thanks, man," Joshua nodded with a polite smile.

Your fingers were laced with his, but you felt like you needed both hands to hold onto his. The room was packed, and you felt tiny amongst the people who stood and stared at you.

You were suddenly hit with the realization that this was something that you would have to get used to. You were Joshua's girlfriend now. The lead singer of the successful band Midnight Haze is slowly rising to fame.

And you weren't sure if you wanted to be caught in the spotlight just yet.

Joshua led you to the end of the room where fewer people gathered, but still, he received a lot of praise as you both made your way over. There was a large table, covered with a black tablecloth and cluttered with snacks of all types.

"Are you hungry?" he asked softly, leaning closer so he would have the chance to talk to you in a sweet tone.

You shook your head silently, looking around to make sure no one kept their watchful eyes on your boyfriend.

He seemed not to notice this. "How did you get here?" he said and then his eyes widened. "Jeonghan. Did he do this?"

"Yeah," you shrugged. "Said he wanted us to have a moment together."

Joshua's brow furrowed in thought for a moment, but then he decided not to expand on that by saying: "I have to stay here for a couple of more minutes and then we can go to the hotel if you want to rest."

You tilted your head to one side, looking at his face. "I just want to be with you, handsome," you mumbled, but it came out like a sweet purr.

Joshua smiled, it was an instant reaction, as if his face didn't know what else to do. "Baby, are you flirting with me right now?"

You nodded shyly, tucking your lower lip between your teeth to avoid smiling.

"In front of all these people?" he muttered, his dark eyes glinting with amusement.

"So what if I am?" you blinked, trying with all your might to keep that composure. "What are you going to do?"

He closed his eyes with a smile, it was a brief gesture but you knew that he was enjoying this. But he kissed your forehead, pressing his lips fully to your skin, making you tilt your head back slightly.

"Behave," he muttered quietly. "I have to talk to some people we're recording with tomorrow and then we leave, okay?"

You smiled complacently and nodded. "Okay, baby," you replied with a sweet tone.

His hand cupped the back of your head and you reached out for his kiss. "Fuck," he whispered into your lips and a smile painted his face, rolling his eyes before he added: "Don't make this harder for me, bunny."

You chuckled and gave your seductive act up. "Fine."

Joshua nodded to the people behind you. "Come. You won't have to say anything, just don't leave my side, okay?"

You quickly understood and grabbed his hand again, which he took proudly as he got close to some guys. Joshua was quick to strike up friendly conversation with them, and you knew that they were some big producers that specialized in a very specific sound that Midnight Haze was interested in.

As the conversation shifted into a language that you couldn't follow anymore, your mind started to drift and with it, your gaze wandered around the room.

That's how you caught sight of her.

The first thing you noticed was her piercing gaze pointed in your direction. She tried to conceal her looking over the moment you spotted her, and she did this by pretending to be looking at her phone screen.

You thought nothing of it at first, a lot of people tend to stare at Joshua. He finds it easy to catch the attention of the people around almost unwillingly, most of it due to his very presence and crushing beauty.

But the second time you looked, and found her staring again, you weren't so sure she was just starstruck. The hair on your nape prickled, and you felt your face contort into a frown but you looked away.

"Nice, I'll let my guys know," you heard Joshua say. "Thank you."

He turned to you and exhaled. "That went well, didn't it?"

You nodded robotically.

"You weren't paying attention, right bunny?" he smiled endearingly at you, grazing your cheek with the back of his finger. "We can go now."

"Joshie, is that you?"

You turned over your shoulder to find the girl approaching you and your boyfriend, a bright smile on her pretty face as she stood closer. Now that you could see her clearer, the striking beauty of her face, her high cheekbones and full pink lips that matched the colored contacts on her eyes.

"Thea... hi," he replied slowly.

"I heard you guys were the opening act for the Crimson boys, but wanted to see that for myself," she locked her hands behind her back.

"Yeah, we are," Joshua added and sent you a brief look. "Uh, Thea, this is my girlfriend," he introduced you by name in an awkward manner, almost as if he had forgotten how to handle social encounters completely.

"Oh," she chirped and looked at you. "Hi."

"Hi. Nice to meet you," you smiled through your shyness.

"So, how long are you guys touring for?" she asked, her bright eyes moving up to see Joshua's face.

"We're going for the rest of this tour leg," he pressed his lips in a smile.

Slowly, you gathered that Thea was another singer. You had seen her face before and maybe heard a song or two from her indie rock band.

"That's great!" Thea squealed and you could see that she was being genuine when she added: "I'm happy for you guys."

A fiery wave flooded your tummy when you saw that, but you quickly brushed it away.

"Thanks, Thea."

Her eyes ignored you completely as they roamed on your boyfriend's frame. "I know how hard you worked for this, Joshie. You deserve it."

You slipped your hand out of his grasp quietly, squeezing his arm as if saying, 'I'll leave you guys to talk,' and went to the snack bar to grab a bottle of water. And to get away from the jealousy eating you from the inside.

You didn't register what happened next, and you made an effort to not look over. The heat on your cheeks from the embarrassment was so bad you stalled at the snack bar for longer than you actually needed.

You sat down on the couch with a small sigh. "Hi, there Vernon," you muttered.

"Hi, there," he replied aloofly and then looked up abruptly: "Oh, hi! What are you doing here? I didn't see you before, when did you get here?"

"I watched you open," you explained with a small smile. "It was good, you guys seem to know what you're doing."

Vernon squinted as he smiled at you. "Yeah, we're good actors, so it seems," he joked too.

Before you could handle yourself, your eyes were darting across the room. Joshua was still talking to Thea, an awkward look on his face as he smiled and nodded again, his eyes drifting towards you.

"Ah, don't worry about that," Vernon told you, probably reading the very evident confusion on your face. His sweet brown eyes were inconspicuously looking over at the scene you just ran away from and then he looked back at you.

"I'm not worried," you were quick to put in a smile. "I'm just not big on socializing, that's all."

"Yeah, I get that," he drew in a breath and nodded. "I get your case I mean. It gets tiring."

"Why are you still here? Don't you prefer to be resting back at the hotel?" you inquired, arching an eyebrow.

"The other guys want to go grab some drinks after the show is over," he shrugged. "I don't want to pass that up."

You nodded slowly, pretending to drink from your water bottle to dart another look. You were feeling more controlled now that you had taken a step back from the situation.

Your phone buzzed in your hand, making you look at the screen.

[10:29 PM] Jeongjeong: how did it go? 👀

That drew a smile on your face nearly instantly, you could imagine the curious look on his face as he typed.

[10:29 PM] you: it's going great. [10:29 PM] Jeongjeong: oof. [10:29 PM] Jeongjeong: do tell [10:29 PM] you: I'm sitting in the waiting room while he's talking to someone right now. [10:29 PM] Jeongjeong: this mf 🙄 i'm calling rn you hold on.

You answered his call upon the first ring.

"Yes?"

"Oh, grandma, it's so nice to hear you," Jeonghan cooed and then laughed.

"Shut up," you hissed, rolling your eyes.

"Get off your ass and walk out, pretend you can't hear me," he instructed.

You paused. "What, why?" you mumbled and darted a look to your boyfriend, who was still deep in conversation with his friend.

"Just do it, grandma," he scoffed and then gave you a deep chuckle.

"Okay, okay," you conceded, getting up from the black couch and walking towards the door you came from. You laughed at yourself when you even put up the act of being unable to hear the other end of the call, by covering your other ear.

"Are you out of his sight yet?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm in a hallway now," you frowned when a realization dawned on you: "You are a bad influence."

"And you are a pain in my ass. Surprising your stupid boyfriend cost me money, I'm not letting it go to waste," he retorted immediately. "Was he talking to a girl?"

"How did you know?"

"You wouldn't be upset otherwise," he replied with ease. "Now, let's just wait until he takes the bait."

"And then what?" you asked, looking back to the door, to see that it was clear.

"Um, I dunno, lie," you could almost picture him shrugging off.

"I can't just lie to him, Jeonghan," you muttered.

"Well, tell him it was me," he said reluctantly. "Just don't tell him why I called."

"That's called lying by omission," you quipped with a tone of obviousness.

"I know, Einstein," he huffed. "Who do you think you're talking to?"

"The biggest asshole I know."

"Huh," he chuckled. "If you weren't my best friend's girl I'd think you're flirting with me right now."

"Can't you come up with a more original response?" you quipped back. "I know you're trying to keep me talking, Han, but that's not going to work."

"Well, you're not helping either. You're awful at pretending," Jeonghan said calmly.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Is Shua there yet?"

"Answer my question!" you demanded.

"Baby? What's going on?" Joshua called from the other end of the hallway, your stomach dropped and you turned to see your boyfriend approaching you, a worried frown on his face.

"Okay, mission accomplished. Say bye to me and hang up," he directed quietly.

"I gotta go, b-bye," you muttered awkwardly, putting your phone in your back pocket.

Joshua arched his pierced eyebrow. "Everything okay?" he asked, his tone laced with a bit of confusion.

"Yeah, everything is fine," you mumbled with a shrug.

"Who were you talking to?" he asked, his tone coated with ease now and he motioned a hand at you.

You grabbed his hand and started walking beside him back to the waiting room. "Uh, no one," you responded in a faux nonchalant manner.

He stopped abruptly. "Baby," he said firmly, reading your eyes desperately.

"It's nothing, Josh," you gave him an empty smile and to emphasize it, you added a shrug.

Joshua appeared to be pondering over your words for a second. You saw that he still had traces of sweat trickling down the base of his head and onto his neck. You bit down your lower lip.

Your boyfriend straightened when two people passed by, patting him on his shoulder with a, "Nice gig," mentioned. He nodded and pressed his lips in a smile.

"Okay, let's go," he hissed, pulling your hand down the hallway, but turning to a door right before the waiting room. It had a sign that read STOREROOM and pushed the door open, dragging you inside the cramped closet.

It mostly was occupied by guitar cases, mic stands and amp cases. But Joshua found an empty wall where he could corner you, his hands pushing you by the waist until you bumped against the wall.

"Josh," you grabbed one of his wrists when it came up to clench the curve of your waist, his darkened gaze roaming all over your face.

"What's the matter with you, baby?" he asked, a honeyed purr as he leaned closer, the tip of his nose pushing against your own.

"What do you mean?" you breathed anxiously.

Joshua hummed softly as his lips met yours briefly, grazingly. "You walked away from me," he mumbled. "And now you don't want to tell me who you were talking to."

Oh, crap. Should you tell him it was Jeonghan on the phone? His best friend?

"Baby, there's nothing to worry about," you replied, a hand sliding from his shoulder and onto the side of his chest, feeling the buttons of his shirt. "Besides, you were busy talking with your friends. I didn't want to interrupt."

The corner of his mouth raised slightly. "Don't baby me," he growled, pushing your head back by pressing his forehead against yours. "Who were you talking to?"

"No one," you breathed.

"Mmn, right," he purred. "So you were just pretending? To see if I came running, looking for you?"

"Mmmaybe," you cooed, shuddering slightly when you felt his breath caress your lips.

"D'you like to do that?" he gave you a shallow kiss, his lips barely capturing yours.

"Yeah," you mewled, grabbing his face with both hands to kiss him deeply. "I missed you, Josh. Did you miss me?"

"You know I did," he growled, pressing more kisses on your lips. "Like crazy."

"Will you show me, baby?" you mumbled, your voice sounded almost alien to you, a whiny and breathy tone.

"Right here?" he frowned, almost as if he couldn't believe your sudden change in behavior.

"Right here," you nodded.

"Anyone could hear us baby, are you sure?" he inquired, not really looking for an answer, it seemed like he was just taunting you.

"I want this... or do you have something better to do?" you cocked your head to one side looking at him innocently. "Do you still have to tend to your fans?"

Joshua let out a chuckle into your mouth, his hand cupping your cheek as he planted more kisses on your face. "Brat," he whispered before his lips dipped into yours.

Suddenly, your anger and jealousy dissipated, almost as if all you needed were his lips on yours, moving seamlessly, just as all the nights you shared together.

"Are you still on the pill, baby?" he muttered when his hands slid from your waist down to the button of your jeans, undoing it with a sharp tug.

"Yeah," you frowned. "Obviously."

"Mn, why is that obvious?" he inquired, his lips moving to leave a trail of kisses to cheek to the shell of your ear.

"I wanted to be ready for you," you replied in a sing-song pitch.

"Mmn, well that's too bad," his hands dragged your jeans down.

"Why?" you breathed, feeling your brow furrow even deeper.

"I was hoping you weren't," he replied with a smirk. "So I can put a baby in you," he said, just as he kneeled before you.

"Joshua!" you chastised, his smirk turning into a wide cheeky smile.

"Baby," he replied with a small giggle, hooking his fingers on the band of your thong and pulling it down too, so that he could press kisses on your mound, closing his eyes to you before he pulled out his tongue and leave open mouthed kisses on your cunt.

"Mnf," you grabbed the back of his head as he continued to make out with your mound, his hands dragging down your jeans some more, blindly helping you to bring out a leg from your pants.

His tongue slipped between your folds, making a smacking sound with his mouth when he retreated slightly, bringing his pointer and middle finger to part the lips of your pussy to slowly push his tongue against your clit.

You held him by a fistful of dark hair, angling your hips forward so he could have more access with his mouth on your pussy. "Oh, Josh," you moaned with a high pitched tone.

"Do you want me to fuck you right here, baby?" he muttered, lifting his big doe eyes to your own.

Your whole body went ablaze and you instantly nodded without much thought put into it. "Yeah," you breathed out.

Joshua stood up, grabbing your face to angle it for his feathery kisses. "Do you want everyone to know you're mine?"

"Yes," you whispered. "God, yes, Josh."

You automatically searched for his belt, without toying or teasing you loosened it, to then unclasp and unzip his pants. A small chuckle came out of you when you had to untuck the white button up to get to his black boxers.

"I missed you, baby," you mewled, darting a look from the bulge beneath his boxers to his dark eyes.

Joshua let out a soft sigh, his eyes fluttering close when your hand pressed on his clothed hard on. "Missed you too," his voice was barely above a whisper. "You have no idea, bunny."

You pouted at him. "Then why won't you pay attention to me," you whined, your act suddenly broken by a shy smile.

He moved your body on top of a sound amplifier case, the height was just perfect enough for you to sit in, which you did, being forced by his hands searching your thighs to angle you for his body.

"I'm working, baby," he replied shortly, pulling out his hard cock from his briefs, guiding it to your core. "And I told you to wait."

Your hands slid beneath his white button up, gripping his sides tightly as he sank on you in one go. "Umf," you bit down your lip to avoid making more noise.

"Fuck," he whispered, dropping his forehead on yours. "Okay?"

You nodded slightly. "Okay," you breathed, your hands sliding down to his hips to push his boxers down further. "Move, please, Joshua."

He groaned before complying, pushing his hips on you shallowly at first. "God, baby. You're so fucking tight."

You swallowed back a moan, grabbing on his shirt with your fists to search for the buttons blindly, your eyes trained on his.

"Do you want me to put a baby in you, sweetheart?" he asked, not letting go of your sudden confession.

A moan coiled in your throat, making you close your eyes, as his thrusts hit deeply inside you. "Yeah," you mewled, undoing one button at a time. "Want everything with you."

"Mmn," Joshua hummed, pushing his forehead against yours, grazing his lips with yours as he whispered: "Get off the pill."

Your body acted naturally, your legs parting wider for his thrusts, his cock reaching deeper inside you, making you moan lewdly.

"You're not serious," you whispered, parting his white shirt wide to uncover his torso for your view.

"I am," he gasped in your mouth. "I wouldn't joke with this."

"Baby steps, Joshua," you whispered shakily.

"I love you," he responded frantically, grabbing your hips to hold you in place as his thrusts changed in pace, moving faster and deeper against you.

"I love you too," you echoed.

The moan that escaped your mouth reverberated across the small closet, making you gasp and hold onto his shoulders to let him chase his high, his cock ramming inside your walls.

You knew it had to be a quick fuck, so you didn't care if you reached your climax, you were content with the pleasure you got from his cock sliding in and out of you, the faces he made, the soft gasps that left him as he did so.

You leaned back just a bit, angling your cunt for him to fuck open. A lewd whimper bubbled in your chest when he hit a glorious spot inside you, making the features of his face scrunch to muffle a moan.

"Shh," he hissed. "Quiet, baby."

You nodded aloofly, your hands pushing the white button up from his shoulders to uncover more of his beautiful skin to ruin. You first attached your mouth to his, giving him a hungry kiss before dipping your head down on the crook of his neck.

"Fuck," he whispered when you suckled on the sensitive spot of his neck, moving your mouth with a trail of open kisses until you reached his throat.

You sucked on his skin at the base of his throat, delighting on the careless moans that started to leave his mouth now. He didn't relent on the movement of his hips, fucking you with the same deep and controlled pace.

You gritted your teeth, muffling a whimper when the tip of his cock reached a point that made your muscles tighten in response as pleasure took over your body.

"Josh," you mewled, trying to hold onto him, to hold onto reality but your mind was slipping into nothingness, all focus was now on his cock ramming inside you with a deliriously good pace.

"Open your mouth," he growled, and nodded when you gave him a confused look. "Come on."

Before you could do what he asked, his hand came up to your face, using two fingers to open your mouth wide for him. You thought that he would just stick his fingers in your mouth to shut you up. But instead, you watched his lips purse slightly as he spat in your mouth, a low whimper bubbling in your chest.

"Shhh," he smiled menacingly. "Swallow."

You swallowed his spit obediently, closing your mouth but his hand was there to force it open again.

"I didn't tell you to close it again," he purred quietly, sticking his fingers between your lips as he continued to push his cock inside your walls. "Misbehave again and I'll just fuck your mouth, bunny."

Your brows furrowed, and you made a pleading sound.

"You don't want that, right?" he nodded at you and smiled when you pulled your tongue for him to land his spit in before saying: "Good girl."

His spit started to drip down your tongue along with your own drool, beginning to slide down your chin.

"Swallow," he instructed with a low tone and you closed your mouth to do so. "You want my cum inside your pretty cunt, don't you baby?"

You moved your head up and down in sharp nods, a low whimpering moan coming out of you at the sound of that.

"I'm gonna make you a mommy," he gasped, picking up a pace to his thrusts, hitting you deeper, harder.

"Joshua," you gasped, resting your forehead on his shoulder, his button up hanging languidly on his biceps now. "Yes, Josh, please."

His hand shifted from the curve of your waist to the back of your head, while the other just encircled your body so his arm was wrapped around you firmly.

"Fuck, I'm cumming," he groaned when you started sucking love bites below his collarbones. "Are you gonna take it all? So I can put a baby in you?"

You mewled a sound in confirmation, moving your head to face him. "Yeah," you breathed. "Come inside me, Joshua, please."

He sealed his mouth against yours, his thrusts slowing down, languidly fucking his cum inside you with a muffled moan as he kissed you, passionately, breathing erratically with you.

"I love you, baby," he whispered sweetly once he stopped, breathless.

"I love you too, Joshua," you replied in the same manner.

He smiled lazily, his hand moving from the back of your head to cup your cheek. "Let's go to the hotel room. I want to make you feel good too, baby."

You nodded. "Okay."

"Okay," he replied dazedly, his thumb rubbing back and forth on your cheek.

"Are you going to head out first?" you asked innocently, legs beginning to tremble at his sides.

You felt his brow furrow. "No," he mumbled. "You want me to do that?"

"You don't care if we're seen coming out like this?"

"Baby, they probably heard us fucking just now," he gave you a hollow chuckle.

A shock of emotions coursed through you, caused by the odd fixation you had by him fucking you in public spaces. It felt exciting, almost shameful, and so very lewd.

"This is very rockstar of you," you laughed shakily.

"You think so?" he gasped tiredly, pushing his eyebrows up.

You were suddenly struck with the overwhelming beauty of his face. His big brown eyes as he also seemed to be lost in the features of your own face.

"Yeah," you whispered with a shy smile.

"Do you like it, sweetheart?" he purred, leaning down to press small kisses in your lower lip.

"You know I do," you breathed. "I like it when you take me anywhere you can."

He smiled softly, you felt his lips stretch as he did so. "Mmn, I might've turned you into a little sex monster."

You laughed out loud, the sound making your boyfriend's smile wider and brighter.

"Lean back baby, I'm pulling out."

You pushed your hands on the amp case, leaning back as he pulled his cock out of you. A shudder shook you when you caught a glimpse of his wet shaft as his hand tucked it back into his black briefs and fixed his pants.

"Don't move," he whispered, kneeling again so he could gather your panties and hook them around your ankle, dragging them up.

You lifted your hips slightly, looking at the focus written in his face as he helped you get dressed. You reached out to arrange his white shirt again, smiling deviously when you didn't button all the way up, leaving his chest uncovered.

Joshua smiled too when he noticed that you had purposefully left his chest uncovered for everyone to see the red love bites you had planted in his skin, between his collarbones, on his throat and between his pecs.

"Let's go," he said, extending a hand out to you.

Joshua led you back into the waiting room, only to tell the other guys that he was returning to the hotel and that he was spending the night with you instead of going out to get drinks.

You noticed the looks you got from different faces, the small smiles and hushed noises they made as you walked out of the room hand in hand with Joshua.

There was a certain feeling you got from the looks—you knew that the fact that Joshua had just fucked you in a storeroom caused a mixture of shame and excitedness in you. But there was something more, the rush you felt because the looks meant that they knew what you did.

The original issue for your jealousy was a long distant thought now. It seemed almost amusing that you didn't care anymore about the reason why you felt jealous.

It wasn't until you saw her again. Thea was looking your boyfriend's way, the moment causing you no emotion at all now. You couldn't read what you saw in her eyes, and you found it alarming that you didn't care at all.

But then you felt his cum dripping out of you, pooling in your panties. Embarrassment warmed your face, feeling it strum in your eardrums as you tried to hide your face, your fingers wrapped around his hand tightening in a knowing gesture.

Joshua turned his head and gave you a brief look. "I know," he muttered. "Let's get out of here, baby."

He interlocked his fingers with yours, leading you down the long hallway and turned down a darker one, at the end you saw the EXIT sign lit in red neon light. It felt as if you and Joshua were walking away from the booming music, leaving it behind on the stage and escaping into the night.

"The hotel where I'm staying is just down the street," Joshua said, pointing with his thumb over his shoulder. "Do you mind walking?"

You smiled and started walking the way he pointed you to, pulling on his arm.

"Do you want me to carry this for you?" he asked sweetly, tugging the strap of your pretty tote bag from your shoulder and you allowed him to carry it on his shoulder.

"Thank you baby," you smiled at the look of your boyfriend carrying your bag for you.

"So," he sighed, a tired smile on his face as he looked down to find your face. "Do you want kids?"

A surge of heat flooded your entire body, sizzling underneath your skin. You casted a look at the night sky. "Having kids is something I definitely haven't planned for, honestly," you frowned with some thought. "So honestly, I don't know. Why?"

You found his eyes again, his gaze had softened and he pouted at you cutely as he hummed, also in a thoughtful way. "You seemed a little eager," he shrugged.

As you rolled your eyes, a shy smile twitched at the corners of your lips as you asked: "And you?"

"Yeah, I'd like to. Some day."

You stopped walking for a moment, making him stop. "Baby, you don't think we're going a little too fast?"

The corners of his mouth raised a little. "You don't think we need to talk about this?" he retorted.

"Of course," you blinked, your stomach twisting when you saw the cute smile crowning his mouth.

"Let's get to the room first then," he muttered softly, running the back of his finger across your cheek.

When you got to the hotel, Joshua told you to wait in the nice waiting area arranged in the lobby and you watched him approach the counter, drawing the gaze from the front lady.

Propping an elbow in the counter, he leaned slightly forward, giving the lady a polite smile as he prompted a conversation which you weren't within earshot to catch. But you saw your boyfriend look in your direction, smiling softly at the front desk lady and your stomach sank slightly when the lady smiled at you and then to him.

You watched the interaction from afar, wondering what was the cause for those looks both Joshua and the lady sent you until he nodded, smiling brightly at her and you were witness to the power that smile held, because the woman behind the counter looked speechless for a second.

He pushed himself off the counter, tapping once with his hand and then turned to you, a cheeky grin on his face and then he sat down next to you.

"What was all that?" you asked curiously.

"I had to arrange for a room for us," he muttered close to you and grabbed your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours and placing the laced hands on his lap. "And kind Claire there is going to help us with that. Now we have to wait for a bit, baby."

The woman named Claire seemed to perk up at the sound of Joshua mentioning her name. She smiled politely and resumed working on the monitor in front of her.

You sighed and leaned your head against his shoulder, feeling his warmth and catching the scent of his cologne, the freshness of it, the smell of his skin, all mixed up. It made you feel something deep in your being, like being punched in the gut with the realization that you are way into deep now.

"You're tired baby," Joshua said softly when he heard you sigh and took the hand he was already holding to kiss each of your knuckles. "We shower and then we go to bed, does that sound alright?"

From the corner of your eye you caught the sight of the lady smiling at you and Joshua, it was a somewhat sweet smile, as if endearing.

"Don't we need to talk about something, babe?" you answered, lifting your head to meet his sweet brown eyes.

He blinked, as if pushing the matter away. "It can wait," he muttered, bringing a hand to cup your chin. "We can talk about it tomorrow, if you'd like."

"Mr. and Ms. Hong," a polite male voice called, approaching you from the other end of the lobby. "Your room is ready for you."

"Thank you," Joshua replied, getting up from the couch and tugging your arm softly.

Your stomach twisted upon suspecting what had happened at the front desk and you eyed your boyfriend, curiosity in your eyes which he tried to ease by giving you a gentle squeeze to your hand.

You entered the elevator and stood near Joshua, who was humming to a song as he toyed with the keycard to the room. It was a song you didn't know, and you started guessing that it was what Midnight Haze was working at the moment.

"This might be fancier than I expected," Joshua muttered under his breath when you both reached the floor and walked down the hall to a double door. He checked the keycard again with a question written on his face and slided it on the sensor.

"Joshua, what did you tell the lady?" you inquired when he opened the doors to the recently cleaned hotel room.

"Just the truth," he hummed as he closed the door, he read the disbelief in your gaze and he coughed. "I just told her that you came here to surprise me and I needed a bigger room, and... told her that my beautiful wife needed some rest after her long flight, that's all."

Your entire body beamed with ecstasy and adoration. It seemed endearing to you the way Joshua used the word wife to refer to you. He loved it, almost as if it were real.

The room was large, the first thing you saw on entering was the small round table, surrounded by a couple of chairs, followed by a living room, a fake fireplace wall served as a divider to the bedroom, where you could catch a glimpse of the large king-size bed.

The living room was framed by large floor-to-ceiling windows, the curtains were drawn and you could see that there was a balcony overlooking the city skyline.

"I have to go down to get my suitcases and I'll be back," Joshua informed you and left after you nodded in confirmation. You took this time to hop in the shower, the warm water washing the alertness from you and when you came out, you were feeling ready for bed.

You wrapped your body in one of the bathrobes and walked out of the bathroom. The bed looked so inviting that you couldn't resist but to lie in it, curling yourself into a ball and you fought it at first but sleep took you in quickly.

That was until you felt a pair of strong arms lifting you gently and tucking you underneath the heavy covers. Joshua's hard and warm body huddled with yours from behind, burying his nose in your hair to breathe in slowly.

"I missed you so much," he whispered. You realized, as you came out of your slumber that he said this thinking you wouldn't hear.

But you grabbed his hand, squeezing it softly before you turned to face him. "I missed you too," you muttered sweetly at him.

"Did I wake you up?" he whispered, pushing your hair from your face with his hand. "Sorry."

"Don't worry about it," you breathed, bringing a hand to his nape, feeling his long hair, wet from the shower he just took. Joshua blinked slowly, keeping his eyes focused on your face. "Come here."

You used the hand that was already on his nape to bring him for your lips slipping between his as he reciprocated the slow, tender kiss. He moaned in your mouth when your tongue lapped on his lower lip.

Next thing you knew, he was pushing you on your back, pinning you against the soft mattress with his semi-naked body. Your hands immediately attached to his sides, feeling the hard muscles of his lats tense up under your touch.

The kiss deepened, urgency setting in, and now you were the one moaning when his lips littered your jawline with kisses and down your throat. Wide awake now, you felt his fingers search for the knot of your robe, tugging at it lose for him to have access to your naked body.

"Baby," he growled in your mouth, when your fingers hooked in the band of his boxers, the tip of his nose nudged against yours, his hot breath caressing your lips.

"Take me, Joshua," you mewled, pushing the black stretchy fabric down to find his cock with your hand, gently pumping him as you felt it harden on your grasp.

"Let me make love to you, baby," he whispered softly, pinching your chin with his thumb and pointer finger. You nodded and his lips stretched into a smile.

The rest of the night was something you only thought possible within your dreams. Joshua kept his body pressed on yours as he made love to you, rolling his hips slowly against yours, kissing you until he had to gasp for air, his touch so gentle you swallowed back sobs.

His face contorted slightly when he saw your eyelashes wet in tears, but he kept repeating, over and over, that he loved you. He wanted to be yours forever, he wanted you as his wife—he didn't care how soon it was for him to say it.

You fell asleep afterwards, your body laced with his, subconsciously looking for him if either of you drifted apart on the bed. You could feel soft kisses pressed on your shoulder and on your hair. Almost as if even in his sleep he couldn't keep his hands and lips to himself.

The next morning, you woke up to Joshua planting a kiss on your forehead, then the smell of his fresh cologne dragged you out of slumber in a second. "Where are you going?" you muttered.

Joshua was just walking to the door when he heard your voice. "I have a recording session today," he sat down on the bed, grabbing your hand to kiss your knuckles. "We can do something tonight. Go on a date. Would you like that, baby?"

"Yeah," you whispered, still drowsy from the long night. "I'd love that."

Joshua smiled fondly at you, leaning close to you and left a feathery kiss on your lips. "A date it is, then," he whispered before getting up and leaving the room.

So instead of going out on a date, you arranged with the hotel staff to bring a tablecloth, cutlery and wine glasses, and went out to buy candles and a bottle of wine. You set the table with candles and checked the hotel menu for something to order.

But time passed and you waited, sitting all pretty in a dressing gown, hiding the set you had bought for the occasion; which had to be changed into a large T-shirt of Joshua's when he failed to come back at the time he said he would. No phone call, no text to explain himself.

You drank a glass of wine alone and felt miserable again. Blowing out the candles, you went to lie on the big bed and decided to go to sleep. That was until you heard the faint beeping of the door, followed by noises from the living room that made you jump out of bed.

The faux marble tiles were freezing cold under your bare feet as you made your way to the small living room. You had been woken up from a very light sleep in the middle of the night when you heard the soft beeping of the door to your hotel room.

The lonely lamp in one corner of the room had been turned on, so now the room was provided by a soft orange glow on the man sprawled on the black sofa, his legs spread wide apart.

Your boyfriend had his head tilted back, an arm on the headrest, the other over his torso, between his legs there was a short glass of whiskey held by his long fingers. He didn't notice you coming in, and you assumed that he was so tired that he might be falling asleep already.

Walking silently up to him and once you were standing between his knees, you noticed his eyes were open and he was staring mindlessly at the ceiling.

"Hi, baby," he croaked with a low raspy voice as he leaned forward to take a generous gulp of whiskey and set it aside on the coffee table.

"You could've called," you reproached not a second later.

You heard him sigh. "I know. I'm sorry, bunny," he replied, avoiding your eyes. But then a sigh bubbled in his chest when he caught sight of the half empty wine bottle on the small round table, and the lonely glass of wine beside it.

"You're not invited for my next late night dinner," you told him, driving his gaze from the wasted candles on the table to your eyes, you pouted cutely at him, letting him know that you were joking.

"Baby, I'm sorry," he blinked and looking up to lock eyes with you made his look bigger, glinting on the glow of the lamp.

Then he grabbed your hand that was dangling at your side and took it to his lips, kissing your knuckles lightly.

Now that he was looking at you, taking your whole frame in, he noticed you sported one of his clean t-shirts. It didn't fit you properly, obviously, since it was a few sizes too big even for his own body. So the length covered up to your mid thigh and the sleeves reached your elbows.

"Were you sleeping before I got here, sweetheart?" he inquired with a soft tone.

"I was snoozing for a bit. Waiting for you, actually," you muttered back just as he tugged the hand he was still holding, pulling you forward.

You understood what he wanted, so you pressed one knee on the couch just beside him, and then the other to sit on top of him on his lap. His hands circled your waist, giving you a firm squeeze.

"Please forgive me, baby," he insisted for a third time.

The dim lighting of the hotel suite let you appreciate the beautiful features of his face, his big brown eyes, his plump lips, the eyebrows that knitted ever so slightly when you didn't come up with a response.

"I know work is important, babe," you replied slowly. "But at least let me know when our plans change. Deal? Texting me takes you twenty seconds."

You said this while one of your hands started brushing his soft dark hair away from his eyes. You did this almost absentmindedly, as if your hands had a mind on its own. Joshua blinked a few times, but his eyes didn't deter away from your face.

You could tell that he loved it when you reprimanded him like this, the seriousness you would take, but still delivering your sentences with a gentle tone.

"I forgive you. But next time I won't be too forgiving," you told him, smiling playfully.

"Thank you, baby," he smiled too. But it was a small smile, trying to mask the tiredness on his eyes.

But before you could say something more, your boyfriend pressed his lips against yours. Softly at first, almost apologetically. As if trying to test you for any pause or reluctance before his lips dipped between yours.

You tasted the whisky on his tongue once it slipped inside your mouth, his hands flatly placed on your thighs, his fingers digging on your skin.

The black and white plaid shirt he wore felt soft under your skin as you slid your forearms over his shoulders to lace your hands behind his nape.

The rough pads of his fingers grazed your thighs then he moved his hands to your lower back, pushing you forward to make you sit on him fully.

"Josh," you whispered with an unspoken question lingering in your lips, pulling apart from his face to take a good look at him.

The tiredness lingered in the features of his face, but the glint on his eye had taken a darkness to it, a certain hunger you knew too well about him.

"I like how you look with my stuff on," he muttered, it sounded like a breathy growl, almost like the way he sounded in the mornings when he woke up.

"Mm, yeah?" you whispered, tilting your head to one side as your fingers started toying with the hair on the back of his head. "Would you like to see me without it?"

His tongue pushed on his lower lip slowly as he nodded with his head. "Yeah," his voice was now below a murmur. "I'd love that, baby."

You smiled at the sound of that. His hands grabbed the baggy t-shirt on his fists and lifted it up as you also raised your arms for him to take it off you and threw it on the side, leaving you with your boyshort panties only.

"Mm," he hummed happily as he dipped his head to kiss you, a hand sliding on the side of your neck while the other traveled from your thigh to the small of your back.

Then your fingers moved to get the buttons of his plaid shirt, undoing each quite hastily.

"Slow down, baby," he growled into your mouth.

"No," you mumbled back.

"Why are you rushing? We have all night."

"You stood me up," you sulked slightly, even if you had forgiven him, you wouldn't let him off the hook just yet. "Let me have this."

That made Joshua smile, letting you have your fun undoing the buttons of his black and white plaid shirt, which was not buttoned all the way to the neck, only halfway because he wore a black long-sleeve underneath.

Once the shirt was off his shoulders, your hands cupped his face fully, palms pressed to his cheeks as you kissed him with hunger. A small laugh was muffled in your mouth when your hands moved onto his black t-shirt, probably laughing at your impatience.

"You're so hot," you breathed, not caring how needy you sounded. A sigh left your lips, running your hands over his lean chest, over the angry red hickeys you made the night prior in the middle of the storeroom quickie.

His hand captured your chin, caressing your soft skin with his calloused fingertips. The sensation made you shudder a bit.

"C'mere," he motioned you over to kiss you fervently, making you moan in his mouth when his hands roamed all over your body and stopping to cup your butt, pushing you slowly so you could grind on his crotch.

You held onto the headrest with your hands just before you could push your clothed pussy on the growing bulge in his jeans, moving your hips so that your clit was angled to the rough fabric of his clothing.

With a soft moan that landed on his lips, you sneaked a look down his body, his naked torso, the hickeys on his chest, the messy look on his hair, the lust-lidded eyes when you looked back at his face.

"Bunny," he muttered in your mouth, patting the side of your thigh softly. "Get up."

Before you could stop yourself, you obeyed all too willfully, removing yourself from his lap. His hands were immediately working on removing your panties, sliding them down your legs and you stepped out of them when they fell to your ankles.

His hands were seizing you by your hips just when you started to move onto his lap again. "Stay still, baby," he instructed, leaning his head to litter kisses across your tummy.

"Josh. No teasing," you urged when you felt his tongue brush on the spot below your belly button, your hands cupped the back of his head, following his trail down to your mound.

"Shh, don't get bratty now," he said, his voice honeying over the warning.

"Bratty?" you repeated, trying not to squirm on his grasp when his lips kissed the lowest point of your mound, your sensitive skin reacting with his delicate touch.

"You heard that right," he bit back softly against your skin.

"You stood me up," you whined, your fingers curling on his soft black hair when you felt his teeth grazing your sensitive skin. "I'm not being bratty," you put emphasis over the last word, mocking it.

"I thought you had forgiven me, baby," he lifted his head from the apex of your thighs, raising his pierced eyebrow at you.

You brushed his bangs from his forehead. "That doesn't mean my feelings aren't hurt."

He smiled slowly, totally telling on your intentions. "What do I have to do to get your complete forgiveness?"

You rolled your eyes at his dramatic intonation. "Just don't do it again," you muttered and then nodded back. "Keep going, Josh."

One hand slid down from your waist to caress your leg, you could feel the worn pads of his fingers from playing guitar the whole day.

"Mm," he hummed thoughtfully, his eyes following your face down to your whole body. "Where is this attitude coming from? You've been really bratty since last night."

You saw the glint in his eye again, he was amused by your small tantrum. It was clear to both of you that the reason didn't stem from being stood up by him. There was more.

You shook your head. "'s nothing," you mumbled.

"After this, will you tell me?" he asked and you could tell he wasn't playing anymore.

"Yeah. I will, Josh," you reassured with a small smile.

His eyes read your face with a glint of adoration in them that made your stomach twist, he blinked slowly at you, releasing a short sigh. "I need you so bad, baby," he muttered and leaned in again to kiss your tummy.

"Did you have a bad recording session?" you finally caught on.

Joshua immediately groaned, but softly, making you feel his breath brushing against your lower tummy. "I don't wanna talk about it right now," he muttered. "But yeah. It didn't come out as I expected."

The pad of your thumb brushed over the pierced eyebrow, making his eyelids flutter a bit. "Are you upset about it?"

His hand shifted on your waist just slightly. "No, baby," he frowned, he sucked in a breath through his teeth. "Well, only at myself."

"Would you… like to take it out on me?" your voice dropped to a whisper.

Rare were the times when you mustered such boldness. But ever since your bond with Joshua started to get stronger, the innate shyness revolving around intimate things had started to fade.

"No, bunny," he mumbled, discarding the idea by nodding his head to the side.

"I mean it," you insisted, now tugging at his earlobe with your fingers, toying a little with the piercings on the shell of his ear. "I want it."

Joshua licked his lips briefly, contemplating your proposition again with a calmed darkness in his doe eyes. "Are you sure, baby?"

"I wouldn't be asking if I wasn't."

He read you just a moment before he closed his eyes, leaning his face forward to press his lips in your bare tummy once again. "You know what to do, right?"

Your hand went back to cup the back of his head. "Yes," you whispered, referring to using your safeword whenever necessary.

"That's my girl," he growled softly against your skin, his hot breath making you shudder.

"Mm-mmph," you hummed briefly, letting yourself close your eyes as your boyfriend's grip on your hips tightened a bit.

Joshua hummed after you, leaving a trail of kisses down from your belly button to your mound again, as if that was all he wanted before you interrupted.

"My sweet girl," he whispered almost lovingly against your skin.

He motioned your leg over, making you step on the black couch. Now your leg was angled perfectly for him to dip his head in, pushing his tongue flush in between your pussy lips, as if he were making out with your cunt sloppily, noisily.

"Joshua," you moaned, your fingers tangling on his long hair and holding onto his locks.

He only gave you a low hum in response, shoving his tongue against your clit, teasing it with open kisses. His grip tightened when you squirmed, his fingers digging into your muscle, the hand was located on your hip circled back to cup your butt while the other kept your leg angled open for him.

"God, Josh!" you squealed when he grazed your clit with his teeth gently, but the sensation was overwhelming.

"Hm?" he raised his eyes to match yours, shifting to litter your mound with kisses.

"Too much," you mumbled sheepishly.

"Is it bad?" he asked with a hint of concern.

You shook your head slowly, feeling a rush of warmth tingling on your cheeks.

"If it feels good don't stop me," he replied gruffly, arching his eyebrow at you. "I thought you knew this already, baby."

"Yeah. Sorry," you breathed.

The palm that was firmly placed on your butt lifted only to give you a gentle pat. "Get on all fours, bunny," he muttered and nodded to the chaise longue close to the wide windows that led to the balcony.

As you propped up your knees on the black velvet chaise, you looked up to find your reflection painted on the glass window, a thought crossed your mind—your boyfriend was being soft with you. Granted, he had admitted already that he's into harder stuff than what he has done with you. But this was, to say the least, upsetting.

"Are you holding back?" you asked as soon as you lowered your hands on the cushions.

"No, I'm not," he replied simply, making you cast a look at the man that was still wearing his jeans, torso in full display.

His hair was so long now that his bangs reached the dark circles under his eyes, shadowing his beautiful doe eyes.

"I think you are," you teased, turning to the reflection on the glass now smiling to yourself. "Don't hold back, Josh. I'm not going to break."

The metallic sound of the buckle of his belt made you turn your head to see your boyfriend again. Joshua rolled his eyes and shook his head slightly, he didn't seem annoyed, but the flat tone on his next words made you rethink.

"Stand up straight, wrists on your back."

You had a good view of what happened behind you as you stood back onto your knees, placing your wrists on your back as your boyfriend closed in on you, biting his lower lip as he looped his belt around your wrists.

A low grunt coiled in his throat when he tightened the belt on your wrists, puncturing another hole in it to avoid it unbuckling. He gave it a harsh tug before his eyes zeroed on your face through the reflection on the glass door.

You saw him lean in, so that his lips brushed against the shell of your ear. "Will you be good for me, bunny?"

"Yeah," you whispered shakily, anticipating what Joshua would do next.

"Now bend over," he instructed after he kissed your ear softly.

"But–"

"Don't worry, I got you," he tightened his grip on your bound wrists. "Bend over."

You gulped hard, releasing a nervous sigh before you bent over, steady at first until your face was some eight inches from the seat, not falling onto your nose all due to your boyfriend helping you ease the side of your face against the velvet cushion of the seat.

"I wanted to take my time with you tonight," you heard him sigh in disapproval. "But you had to be so impatient."

"It's not my fault," you whispered. "You haven't been here and I just wanted to—fuck!" you yelped and almost stumbled when his hand came down to spank your ass suddenly.

"I didn't say you could talk back," he ran his hand over the tingling area, cooing softly: "Talking back, throwing tantrums at me. You know what happens when you misbehave. Right, bunny?"

You closed your eyes and nodded. "Yes," you replied.

His hands grabbed you by the hips. "Open your legs," he said softly and you carried out his instruction, widening your stance, gaining more stability to avoid tumbling on the chaise.

Now you were quite completely submitted to him. Your fingers tightened on the leather material of his belt, your wrists with little to no space to budge on the makeshift bondage. Ass up, knees wide apart, face pressed to the seat of the velvet chaise.

"You look so good like this, bunny," you heard him mutter behind you, his hand caressing your lower back lightly, beneath your bound hands, making your eyelids flutter under the tingling sensation.

"Do you want to record this?" you replied mutedly, trying to keep it in you how much you liked to be subdued by his control.

"No," you felt the chaise shift under the weight of one of his knees pressing to the edge. "I have a better idea, bunny. If you behave."

You tried to move slightly to get a view of him on the glass door. He had lost the jeans and was now wearing black briefs only. Propping one knee behind you, your boyfriend was looking at your body, as if trying to decide what to do first before he leaned over you, then you saw one hand press beside you.

Then his lips were on the back of your exposed neck, his fingers moving your hair to the side as he littered your back with wet kisses, slowly, you even felt his breath and when he licked his own lips to kiss you again, knowing well that it was a sensitive area for you.

You squirmed slightly, groaning when your skin awoke with a violent shudder.

"Don't move, bunny," he muttered with his honeyed voice, pressing his lips on your shoulder blade. "If you do, I won't release your hands," he conditioned.

You bit your lip before you could scoff at that. Something told you he wasn't in the mood for more of your taunting. "Okay," you breathed, bracing yourself for more of his delicate kisses.

Joshua left a trail of kisses until he reached your hands, it was then that he moved back, grabbing your hips with his hands and you let out a sharp breath when you felt a kiss on one of your buttocks.

You heard him hum softly against your skin, the reflection on the glass showed your boyfriend on one knee on the floor, his hands traveling from your hips down to cup your ass as his lips kissed the sensitive spot beside your cunt.

You screwed your eyes shut when Joshua ran his tongue between your folds, tasting how aroused you were from the situation alone, from his taunting kisses, from his entire demeanor over you.

"Fuck-k," you squeaked out when he groaned against your sopping core, dipping his tongue in, his hands firmly grabbing you as he pushed his wet muscle against your entrance.

But you dare not move, even if you felt like you could. You let out a raw moan against the black velvet as his tongue ran flatly across your folds, giving your cunt broad and generous strokes, not committing to one motion at all, eating you out sloppily.

"Joshua," you moaned, trying to get as much pleasure from the teasing. "Fuck—babe, please," you whimpered pathetically.

He hummed again, the sound interrupted only by the smacking noise coming from his lips giving your cunt open and deep kisses. You realized then that he didn't seek your pleasure out of this, he was only trying to draw out your arousal, to prep you for something else.

"Please," you begged for more, for something you could use to come.

His tongue glided from your clit, up to your entrance drinking your juices before he continued up, ignoring your whimpers, fingertips digging into your flesh as he gave you a soft, slow stroke with his tongue around your hole, leaving a prickling sensation over, so overwhelming you felt your whole body try to tense and to recoil from feeling good.

"Remember what I said," he told you with a low tone, immediately reading your body language.

You gave him a nod, even if you weren't sure he'd see it. If it felt good, there was no need to stop it. So you tried to relax, breathing in as his tongue lapped again around the tender and very sensitive area, making your fingers curl around the belt you were still restrained by, the feeling so arousing like you've never felt before.

The sensation was too much, it felt undeniably good, a wave of sweet pleasure coursing through your whole body. You felt your pussy throb at each lap of his tongue, stroking slowly around your hole, making it go lax ever so slightly.

The room had fallen silent, the only thing you could hear was his low hums against your skin, the wet sound from his mouth every time he gave another lap over your sensitive ridges with his tongue. Even the voice in your mind had died.

He kissed one of your glutes again, moving one hand to tease your hole with the tip of his finger.

"Josh," you moaned weakly, pressing your face onto the seat cushion to wipe the drool from the corner of your mouth.

"You have the prettiest ass," he hummed entrancingly. "Want me to buy you plugs?"

He pushed one finger in, you screwed your eyes shut again and pressed your face plush against the seat to avoid squirming.

"Mm-mmph," you moaned in affirmation loud enough for him to hear.

"You're being so good for me right now," he cooed softly, dragging his finger out slowly. "Almost forgot how bratty you were before this. You like that, bunny?"

"Mm-mmph," you managed to nod again.

"Want me to fuck you like this?" he asked and you moved your head to peak at the reflection.

"Please, Josh," you gasped at the mere thought.

You saw his reflection rise to his feet. "Without prepping you first, baby? You're not even taking my whole thumb right now," he pointed humbly. "Do you think you can take me?"

You paused, feeling his thumb push in and out gently, making you groan again. The mild penetration was enough to make you feel pleasure, you tried to imagine the same thing but instead of his thumb, with his cock and you immediately gulped.

"Mm? I need an answer baby," he pressed, his tone playful, you caught a shadow of a smile through the reflection.

"Just fuck me," you blurted impatiently with a mewling tone. "Please, Joshua. Fuck me."

"Mmm, you think you deserve it?" he titled his head to one side. "I don't think so."

"Please—I'm being good," you gasped when he pushed his thumb deeper.

"I think we can agree that you need more prepping, baby," he tutted, pulling his thumb out, making you gasp at the loss of stimulation.

"I'll do anything, please, just–"

Then you felt his grip on the belt and gave it a small tug. "I'm pulling you up, ready?"

You got up on your knees with his help, the motion almost made you feel lightheaded but came back to your senses rapidly when you felt the belt loose around your wrists. Joshua threw the belt on the floor.

Your wrists were marked around where the belt held you tight, but you paid little heed to it, your hands were now free to tend to the bulge beneath his boxers, which you yanked down all too excitedly.

A shudder tore through your body when you saw his hard cock spring out of his boxers, his pinkish red tip dripping with precum. You instinctively reached out with a hand to touch, but your boyfriend seized it quickly.

"Josh? What are you doing?" you asked when he dragged you to the balcony, sliding the glass door open to welcome in a cold midnight breeze into the hotel suite.

"Do you still want me to fuck you in public? For everyone to know?" he asked, as you both stepped out to the balcony, wholly naked.

Your eyes locked with his briefly and you have him half a nod, a question lingering on the tip of your tongue. But you concluded that this was his intention all along when you first prompted him to record you and he declined.

"Hands on the railing, bunny," he instructed.

You gasped when he pressed the front of his body to your back, his hard cock wedging in your butt as you did what he told you, holding the cold metal railing of the balcony with a big breath.

The city was buzzing with nightlife, as you would expect during a friday night, the hotel was located at the heart of the city too, so you were quite literally facing another big building, you could see each light turning on as another was snuffed simultaneously.

"Nervous, bunny?" he asked in your ear, grabbing your hips and pulling them to his, and you bent over slightly for him, the movement felt almost natural. "I'll take that as a no," he muttered with a chuckle.

All the teasing, stimulating using his mouth and fingers did so that you were aching for more, your body pulsated for more. So when you felt the tip of his cock nudging at your entrance, you almost considered pleading with him to stop teasing you.

But as if reading your mind, he slid inside you in one go to his hilt with a low moan from his part and without any preamble, he started thrusting. He gave you no pause for you to adjust, to take in the sheer size of his cock stuffing you up so good it made you gasp.

"Fuck," you groaned through clenched teeth when his cockhead immediately found that glorious spot inside you.

"Do you like this, baby?" he muttered and you nodded with your head, biting your lower lip to avoid being heard. "Why so quiet now?"

You couldn't think of a good response at that, your mind going blank from the pleasure coursing through your body.

Joshua leaned over you, pressing his chest to your back without relenting on his deep thrusts. "Don't shy away now, baby," he grunted against your shoulder. "Wanna hear those pretty sounds you make for me."

He adjusted himself again pushing one hand against the small of your back, so you were now fully bent for him, tits hanging over the balcony railings, still holding with your hands. Your face burning up when you caught sight of the balconies below you, the cars far down on the street. The vulnerability you felt at that moment urged you to hide, to cover up.

But there was no shying away now, not when your boyfriend read your silence so well.

"Joshua!" you gasped loudly when he started plowing on you, the sound of his front slamming on your butt the only thing filling your ears.

"That's it, baby," you heard him say through a sigh making you turn to cast a look over your shoulder.

His darkened eyes were set on you, on your body bouncing on his hard and deep thrusts. Your boyfriend showed you a fucked out grin when he caught your eye looking over. Blinking slowly, you saw his throat bobbing when he swallowed back a moan. "Fuck, baby, hear that? You're gonna have an audience."

"Fuckfuckfuck," you screwed your eyes shut when you heard voices on the balcony directly below you.

You clamped down a hand on your mouth, trying to muffle your cries of pleasure as your boyfriend continued plowing on you with little care if you were seen or heard.

"No, no, no, don't hold back, bunny," he told you now. Then he raised a hand and brought it down on your ass harshly, drawing out a moan from his part when your walls clenched around him.

"Fuck!" you yelped loudly, the sound of your voice quieted down the fuss going on the balcony below. You held the rails with your hands. "Josh, please."

"You wanted me to fuck you like this, bunny," he reminded you, noticing the same thing you did. "Now everyone knows you're mine."

"God, fuck," you blurted, keeping an eye over the balcony in case someone thought of looking up, then you would need to hide.

"I want to hear you bunny," he groaned breathlessly, spanking you one more time, firmer this time, making your walls squeeze around him and you knew he liked it too when you heard a low guttural moan escape him.

"Arrgh, Joshua!" you cried in a high-pitch tone, your eyes welling up with tears, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure coursing through you.

"That's right, baby. It's me who's making you feel like this," you heard him grunt slightly.

"It's all you, Josh," you gasped, trying to close your eyes to the city around you, but the exposedness kept you alert.

"D'you like this baby?" he purred with a hollow laugh when you gave him a big nod with your head. "Yeah? My baby likes being fucked in the open, for everyone to see."

"Mmph, yeah, I do—fuck," you mewled out, but then you felt him tease around your hole again. A finger pushing in, slowly at first, but deeper this time, sending you a hot wave of pleasure. "Fuck, Josh. Babe, I–"

"Don't hold back," he reminded you, his voice strained and you knew he was close too.

You could hear hushed voices coming from the balcony below and muffled laughs between the slapping of Joshua's skin against yours. You tried so hard to contain yourself but couldn't under the amount of pleasure building on your body, making you gasp and mewl out incoherent, half thoughts.

"Joshua, I can't," you gasped. "I'm so—fuck, babe! So close," you blurted, your voice raw.

"Gonna come, baby? You're gonna come on this cock, hm?" he asked tauntingly and you didn't need to see him to know that he was smiling.

Your body was immersed in pleasure like never before. The feeling of his finger pushing gently in and out of your hole added a pressure to your release building up inside you.

"Yes! God, yes, 'm so close, Josh," you sighed a moan.

"Come, baby," he whispered impatiently now. "Come all over my cock."

Then the tension in your body snapped, then it was all sweet, sweet pleasure as you came undone, back arching, jaw going slack. "Josh, god, fuck, Joshua!" you cried out lewdly, your voice rang hoarse, breaking through the night.

"Fuck, I'm cumming too," he said through a breath, then a guttural moan followed, his fingertips digging on your hip so hard you knew it would leave marks.

But his hips continued to slam hard against you, pushing his cock deeper inside your pulsating walls as he came with you, fucking you through your long and very loud orgasm. You heard his raw moans over yours, felt his cum dripping down your thigh right after.

The thrusts came to a halt sloppily and gently removed his thumb from your hole when he felt you come down from your high. You had your eyes closed but you could hear the faint sounds of your little audience below, the hushed exchange of comments and small laughs.

Joshua's arms came to wrap your body, pulling you off the balcony rails in one sudden movement. He pressed you tightly against him, peppering your shoulder with kisses, you felt him breathing hard on your neck, prickling your skin.

"I love you, I love you," he whispered in your ear.

"I love you too, Joshua," you replied, leaning your head back on his shoulder.

"You did so good, bunny," he sighed before kissing your hair.

You closed your eyes weakly, the buzz of the city seemed to die when you caught the sound of his hard breaths, the stutter of his heartbeat vibrating against your body.

"Will you tell me what happened at the session?" you asked in a hum, lowering your head to kiss the forearm wrapping you by your shoulders.

"Yeah. Will you tell me what's going on with you?" he asked in return, still panting hard in your ear.

You gave him a small smile. "Yeah."

"In the shower?" he added tentatively.

"Definitely."

"Let's go," he mumbled, still breathless.

But he pulled out and motioned you over to his arms, which carried you bridal-style to the bathroom. Joshua didn't see you smiling happily at him, but you could see his features had relaxed considerably, his whole demeanor had changed.

"I was upset with you," you mumbled out the words slowly with a sigh as he lowered you onto the floor.

"Was?" your boyfriend inquired before turning to turn the shower on, sticking out a hand to test the water temperature.

"Was," you reassured, nodding your head.

"Why?"

"I felt like I made an effort to come visit you, but you haven't had time for me at all," you replied, trying to mask your hurt feelings under a shrug.

Joshua held out a hand for you as he stepped into the shower and you followed him.

"I didn't stand you up on purpose," he muttered and then pouted. "You know that, right baby? I was busy."

"I know, babe," you conceded softly. "Maybe it's time for us to accept that we're going to be busier than before."

"We'll manage," he asserted, grabbing one of your hands to kiss your knuckles, to then brace your arm over his shoulder, and you did the same with your other arm, encircling his neck loosely.

"I know we will, Josh," you pressed your lips in a smile.

"Is that it? Or is there something else that made you upset?" he pried, reading your face.

You paused, then shook your head slightly. "It's nothing," you whispered, using one hand to push his wet bangs back from his forehead.

"Baby," he mumbled reproachfully. "We promised we would tell each other everything."

"I'm just being dumb. I swear it's nothing serious," you insisted.

"If that's the case, might as well tell me, right?"

You rolled your eyes, he was right. "I felt a little jealous," you muttered reluctantly, avoiding his eyes.

"What? Why? When?" he blurted and you darted a look back to his face to see him frowning.

"Last night at the backstage," you started. "The friend you introduced to me last night, Thea."

"What about her, baby?" he smiled softly, the expression on his face changed from confusion to amusement.

"She was cute. And you seemed to be pretty close too," you added sheepishly, trying to hold his gaze but it felt nearly impossible.

"I barely even said anything to her," Joshua chuckled briefly, but not in a condescending way, his eyes looking at you fondly.

"But I felt something, okay?" you replied impishly, trying not to let your feelings show.

"Bunny, she is an old friend," he explained with a shrug that denoted his easiness about the subject: "Whatever happened between us, happened years ago. It means nothing to me."

You pushed your eyebrows up. "So something did happen between you?"

"A long time ago," he showed you a small smile, lowering his gaze so his eyes seemed bigger. "It was just sex, nothing more."

"Are you sure?" you mumbled.

"Yeah, baby," he replied shortly, wrapping one arm around your waist. "Completely sure."

You were slowly connecting the dots, reading the glint in his dark eyes. You pushed a hand on his forehead, combing his long dark hair back. "Are you turned on by this, babe?"

Joshua nodded, running the tip of his tongue on his lower lip before sinking his teeth down on it.

You couldn't deny that you also felt aroused by his reassurance over you. You felt how much he wanted you, and you could see it in his eyes.

"Why were you jealous, bunny?" he asked, his half-lidded eyes reading the features of your face. "I barely even held a conversation with her for a minute."

You darted a look down on his body, only to find out that your boyfriend was hard already, his erection pressing on your lower tummy the moment he pulled you to his warm and wet body.

"Mm," you huffed, starting to feel a little lightheaded, the warmth, the steam, his amused eyes on you. "I just was. I didn't like the way she looked at you," you mumbled out.

Joshua reached down, a hand curving over your thigh and pulled it up to wrap around his hip, propping one foot over the rim of the bathtub, so your thigh was resting comfortably. Now with his hand freed, he wasted no time, grabbing his cock and guiding it to your core, sheathing himself inside you with a low moan from your part.

"Feel that?" he growled, resting his forehead on top of yours, droplets of water falling into your parted mouth. "You drive me crazy. No one has ever made me feel this way. No one but you."

Your eyelids fluttered uncontrollably, warm water ran down your faces but you couldn't tear your eyes from your boyfriend's face, his beautiful lips.

"Joshua," you moaned, holding onto his shoulders for more support as you started moving your hips in a gentle sway, back and forth, not hard nor fast. Just feeling him, completely hard inside you.

"I'm here, baby," he muttered with a ragged sigh. "I'm yours."

Adrenaline, dopamine, whatever it was, ran in a frenzied rush across your body, shocking you over how deeply fascinated the sound of those words made you feel.

"Mine," you replied entrancingly.

He nodded with a small movement. "No one else's. You're the only woman I want. The woman I love."

A broken moan escaped you and you pressed your crotch down to his hilt, unable to roll your hips to your own satisfaction. Joshua noticed your struggle, his hands gripping your hips tightly, forcing you to rut against him with more purpose.

"I'm here baby," he repeated with a low rasp. "I love you."

"I love you," you sobbed back.

"I never wanted someone the way I want you," he confessed, tilting his head forward, forehead bumping with yours as he continued to help you roll your hips on him. "I'm crazy about you, baby. You don't even know."

You tried to keep your eyes trained on him, on the beautiful features of his face, the droplets of water running down his face, his trembling eyelids, the parted lips as he let out breathy moans.

"Before you, I had given up the idea of finding someone for me. I didn't care, I thought I was fine being on my own," he whispered, and you could tell that he was trying hard to keep himself vulnerable.

You moved a hand from his shoulder to cup his face, Joshua leaned against your touch and he opened his eyes, blinking lazily to find yours.

"I want you so fucking much," he gave you a delirious laugh. "I am so in love with you."

You pushed his wet long hair away from his face so you could see his pretty face, ignoring the tears brimming in your eyes.

His pretty lips parted to let out a disgruntled moan, the sound reverberating inside the shower walls, sending a powerful shiver through your body.

"Fuck," Joshua breathed, his eyebrows knitting slightly. "Baby, come for me. I want you to come first," he said through a ragged breath, his hands moving your hips with more urgency now.

The emotions you felt at that moment had robbed you of your voice, so you could only nod at him in affirmation before removing the hand cupping his chin and tucking it between your body and his.

Joshua swallowed hard at the sight of you starting to rub your clit with fast swirls. "That's it, baby," he nodded, his voice was raspy now. His forehead dropped on yours again, breathing hard from a mixture of exhaustion and pleasure.

Your orgasm came fast, making you convulse slightly against his body, you tried to keep your eyes locked with his, as he watched your mouth part and your eyebrows knit together.

"Baby," you cooed, your voice surprisingly sweet and low. "I love you."

His eyes fluttered close, a shudder shaking his body, making his lower lip drop, a low raspy moan escaping him as he emptied himself inside you.

You clashed your mouth with his, your arms encircling his neck to hold onto him, the euphoric feeling of being so in love making you want to melt into his arms.

"I love you too, bunny," he gasped.

Joshua's hand blindly searched for the tap before shutting it off. His eyes read the features of your face with some thought. "I know we're both new to this. But we have to trust each other, baby," he muttered, leaning down to press a kiss on your forehead.

"I do trust you," you replied with a shy mutter.

His gaze softened, appearing to understand everything now and then he nodded quietly. "We understand each other, then," he whispered, turning around and reached out for a towel, which he wrapped around his waist and then he took another one, wrapping your body with it.

A small squeal left your mouth when he sloppily lifted you from the ground, carrying you bridal style again and to the bedroom. "Are you hungry? I can order room service."

You caressed his cheek, and smiled when you were showered by some droplets of water that fell from his wet hair and onto your face. "Can we order pancakes? And strawberry milkshakes?"

He smiled endearingly at you. "Anything my baby wants," he muttered, placing you gently on the bed. "I'll make the call and then we'll talk, okay?"

In the few minutes it took him to place the order, you got up from the bed and went looking for the T-shirt you were wearing earlier. It had been thrown to the side of the couch and you put it on in one go.

You were about to turn to head towards the bed when you were hugged from behind, the surprise sent a shock down your spine but you welcomed it with a short chuckle.

"Your pancakes will be here shortly, Ms. Hong," Joshua whispered in your ear, moving a hand that was pressing on your tummy to move back your wet hair to kiss your cheek.

"I like the sound of that," you replied with a sweet smile.

"The pancakes?" he taunted with a cheeky grin.

"Being Ms. Hong too," you said.

Joshua paused, almost as if he hadn't expected you to say it, let alone turn to look at him. He must have read the honesty and love in your face, because he remained speechless.

"Baby, are you serious?" he asked, his voice was rendered a mere whisper. A slow smile crept in his face and when you didn't immediately answer, he added: "Let me get the ring. Hold on."

"Shut up," you gasped with a nervous laugh. "You don't have a ring."

"How do you know that?" he pressed a feathery kiss in your lips, his pointer and middle finger caressing your cheek, holding your chin. "I might do."

You turned in his embrace, encircling his neck with your arms, his hands followed your movement, firmly placing them on your waist. "You need to slow down, Joshua Hong," you whispered, moving your hands to his neck, where you could feel his pulse, racing at your touch.

"In my defense, you started it," he replied, popping out his lower lip in a small pout but then broke into a smile.

"Marriage, kids..." you smiled anxiously when you were able to feel his pulse under your thumbs. "We haven't been in a relationship for longer than a month, Josh."

"And?" his pierced eyebrow shot up. "I love you. I've never been more sure about this."

"And I love you too, Joshua," you tilted your head to one side. "But maybe... maybe we need to wait a little."

"Fine," he replied with some reluctance. But you could still see the spark in his big eyes, the joy and the love written in them.

"I mean it," you said firmly and he smiled, giggling cheekily.

"Alright, alright," he nodded, leaning down to press a kiss in your lips, nudging the tip of your nose with his. "I'm still calling you Ms. Hong."

The next day you had to catch the earliest flight home, as you had been told that the last delivery of books for you to sign had arrived. So you called a taxi as soon as you woke up, as you had overslept and were late.

"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you at the airport?" Joshua asked, his brow furrowing as he looked at your face.

"I'm sure," you replied for the nth time. You were standing on the sidewalk, waiting for the taxi. A sudden jolt of nervousness twisted your stomach when you blurted out: "Were you able to clear your schedule for Friday night?"

Joshua's gaze softened, looking remorseful as he dropped his eyes to the ground and shook his head gently. "I'm sorry, bunny," he mumbled. "I won't be able to be there with you."

Your heart deflated and you were quick to give him a nod. "Okay," you whispered with an empty smile. "It's okay. Um, I'll call you when I get home, alright?"

The taxi stopped in front of you and you turned to reach out for the handle. Joshua's face contorted, his frown deepening when you were about to leave without saying something.

"Come here," he muttered before you could get into the car, cupping the back of your head to press his lips with yours. "I love you, baby."

"I love you, Joshua," you replied, and as the car drove away you wished you hadn't said it so dryly.

✮ a/n: hi there my lovelies! ◕⩊◕

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miguelsslvt · 1 year

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MOTHERR!!

I have a raging NEED for brat reader. Honestly just tiny things that reader thinks nothing of but miggy (miguel) is actually keeping tabs and when reader gets to a certain number or just does something to piss miggy off you get a punishment 🤭

brat tamer! miguel x bratty! reader smut

word count: 2.17k

TW: spanking, punishment, NSFW, smut under cut, possessiveness (???), use of ‘girl’ and ‘pussy’, y/n is a bratty icon

A/N: can u notice i got a bit carried away? happy kinktober!

Miguel wasn’t a pussy. You knew that for sure. He never backed down on anything, whether that be a bet, or a dare, or a fight, or even his girlfriend.

He knew having a girlfriend like you would be a challenge for him, and to be honest, he liked a challenge. being a man of his age, he didn’t do too well with easy girls. Girls who would do anything for Miguel. That gave him the ice, thinking of a girl willingly doing what Miguel wanted. No. He didn’t want that.

He wanted a girl that could bite back. A girl that could tease, and whine, but make it look good. he realised that when he met you.

You, who would go out of your way just to make a snarky comment towards Miguel, you whine when he puts you on a particular mission with a spider totem you didn’t like. You, who would roll your eyes when he told you to bend over, or when you would scoff and even laugh at him after he told you to behave.

But, at the end of the day, what he loved most, was every time he told you to do something, you would end up doing it at the end. He liked that. Knowing that he was the only one you would actually listen to. He felt powerful, knowing that such a pretty thing like you would always end up falling under his little traps.

That was until today.

it all started in the morning, when you were latching onto him like a koala as he got ready. ‘Don’t go today miggy, can’t we just stay home?~’ you whined, causing Miguel to sigh. ‘We can’t, hermosa. The multiverse is in da-‘ ‘my pussy is in danger!!’ you whined, causing miguel to raise an eyebrow. ‘How can your pussy be in danger?’ He asked, you smirked. ‘negligence.’ You said, as he scoffed. ‘We had sex less then 9 hours ago-‘ ‘that doesn’t matter!! Please miggy~’ he ended up having to drag you off him and took you to work himself that day.

But oh, it didn’t stop there. All day, you would find pets and small excuses to go into Miguel’s office to burden him. First you came in for paperwork, then to give more paperwork, then you came in to remind him lunch was soon, then you came in again to report an anomaly. Miguel knew what you were doing. I mean, you could easily call him or put the paperwork into holographic paper so he could access it easier. He knew you only came in to see him. he was tempted, truly, but he had a job to do.

‘Here again, hermosa? I might have to disconnect Lyla and make you my PA.’ he said, turning around to you, as Lyla appeared, scoffing in an over-dramatic manner. You just chuckled. ‘I could never replace someone as perfect as you Lyla.’ You said, as Lyla smiled, disappearing. ‘What are you doing here again exactly?’ Miguel asked, raising an eyebrow.

‘Well, you’re a smart guy miggy, I’m sure you know I just wanna see you!’ You said, Miguel sighed.

‘Sweetheart, you’ve been nagging me all day.’ He said, as you smirked. ‘I haven’t heard any complaints.’ ‘Well now you are.’ He said, sighing and putting his hands on your cheeks. ‘As much as I love you and your persistence, I can’t today. How about later, hm?’ He tried to compromise, which made you even more frustrated. ‘Later? ..hm. fine. I’ll wait later.’ You said, walking out and shutting the door. i’ll show you later. you thought, smirking and going into the cafeteria for lunch.

By 3pm in Nueva York, it was the prime of lunch in the spider HQ cafeteria. Miguel walked in, off to order something to help his growling belly, when he stopped and noticed you with hobie brown. You were touchy with Hobie, hand on his arm and sometimes even on his leg, giggling and talking away to him. You looked over to Miguel, smirking maliciously as you continued.

He knew what you were doing. You were trying to make him riled up. And it was fucking working. Lyla suddenly appeared beside Miguel. ‘Miguel, your heart rate’s sped up. Are you-‘ ‘I’m fine, Lyla. Help out spider-byte or something.’ He said frustratedly, walking over to you and Hobie.

‘Oh hi sweetheart! You don’t look too good..’ You teased, Miguel smirked bitterly. ‘I’m fine. How’s work?’ He said, as you smiled widely. ‘Oh it’s going great! Me and hobie have been bonding really good!’ You said, smiling. You could see Miguel’s jaw move, signifying his fangs have extended. You knew Miguel well enough to know he was fuming. Lyla appeared again.

‘Sir your heart ra-‘ ‘Lyla leave. Now.’ He said, as Lyla nodded, rolling her AI eyes as she disappeared. Hobie raised an eyebrow. ‘Are you alright mate? You don’t seem a-‘ ‘I’m fine.’ He said, looking at you. ‘I’ll see you at home, yes?’ He asked, eyes narrowing.

You smirked. ‘I dunno, me and hobie were talking about hitting the club toget-‘ ‘the club?’ He cut you off. You smiled ‘innocently’. ‘Mhm!’ you replied, Miguel smirked bitterly. ‘How about we have a nice little ‘chat’ huh honey?’ He said, as you smiled, standing up. ‘Mm no, I don’t think so. how about later, hm?’ you said, quoting what Miguel said before. He raised a brow. ‘You sure you wanna do take road?’ He warned, as you smiled warmly. ‘I’ve gotta go refill my drink. Talk to you later?’ You said, as he sighed, holding your arm lightly, but enough to pull you closer to him, his mouth next to your ear. ‘My office. 5 minutes.’ Was all he said, before walking away. Suddenly, he was hungry for something else.

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As you walked in, you made sure to lock the door. You walked up to Miguel’s platform, his back facing towards you. You looked at his muscles, biting your lower lip as you remember the countless of times you would scratch that perfect back of his, as he made you scream of ecstasy.

‘Lyla, do not disturb until I turn you back on.’ He said, his voice in a low growl. Lyla nodded. ‘Yes captain!’ the AI said, wearing a sailor suit before disappearing.

You took in a deep breath, considering to apologise. fuck no, you thought. You got this far, might as well seal the punishment, right?

‘There a problem, sweetheart?’ You teased, putting your hand on his shoulder, massaging it. ‘You look tense..’ You whispered in his ear, as he took in a deep breath, turning around, looking at you. His eyes were hazy, filled with lust and desire. You tilted your head innocently.

‘Bend over the desk.’ He said in a low growl. You smirked. ‘Or what?’you teased even more. he tilted his head up, not taking his eyes off of you. ‘Don’t make me ask again, pretty girl.’ He said firmly. You just scoffed, doing as he said. You bent down, arching your back. He lifted your skirt up swiftly. ‘Safe word?’ He asked, as you rolled your eyes. ‘red. Now are you gonna be a little bitch and stand there or-‘ you got cut off by a large spank on your ass, as you gasped loudly, your hands holding onto the desk. ‘Count for me, princess.’ He teased, as you bit your lower lip. ‘Fuck y-‘ spank! ‘a-ah okay f-fine!! t-two..’ You said breathlessly, as he smirked. ‘You’re learning.’

spank! ’f-fuck! Three..’ You panted, your ass burning from the sensation of Miguel’s hands hitting it with such force. That’s another thing you love about Miguel. How he could punish you but you could still enjoy it.

’T-twenty!! Please.. p-lease Mig..’ You panted breathlessly. He rubbed your sore ass now, leaning closer to your ear. ‘Have you learned?’ He whispered, as you nodded quickly. ‘I-i’ll be good.. I’ll be so good for you..’ you whispered, as he sighed. ‘ah.. there she is.’ He whispered, his fingers going down towards your slit. ‘Just had to show you who’s boss again, hm?’ He teased, putting in one finger, causing you to gasp, trying to lean your head up, as he pushed it back down with his other hand. ‘Head down, hermosa.’ He said, as you whined a little. ‘You ready for another finger?’ He asked, as you nodded. ‘Y-yes just put it in already..’ You whined, as he smirked, waiting for it.

‘..please.’ you said eventually, as he chuckled, putting another finger in, causing you to hold onto the desk again, gasping in the burning pleasure. ‘Just have to fuck you dumb on my fingers to get you to listen, hm? You like it when you’re full of me?’ He teased, playing with your hair as he leaned to your ear again, placing sloppy kisses on your neck. You nodded. ‘y-yes.. you know I do mig..’ you whispered, as he smirked, going up to your ear once again. ‘Just wait till you’re full of my cock again. You think you can handle it?’ He asked, as you moaned loudly as he pumped his fingers deeper inside you. He smiled softly. ‘Silly question, I know you can handle me. You do it every time like the big girl you are, right?’ He asked, as you moaned breathlessly. He pulled his fingers out of you. ‘That was a question, love.’ He whispered, as you nodded. ‘Y-yes! I-i can take it.. i take it every time, you know I do..!’ you whined, as he smirked, looking at your lust-filled expression on your face.

Your cheeks were flushed, your mouth slightly agape as you panted, your hair messy and eyes half lidded. miguel could feel himself twitch in his pants. He put his two fingers in his mouth, licking them clean as he used his other hand to unbuckle his pants.

‘You ready?’ He whispered to you, as you nodded. ‘words.’ He said, as you looked up at Miguel through your lashes. ‘Just put it in you teasing fucke-‘ you got cut off by a loud moan, as he put his thick tip inside of your pussy. He smirked, watching all the frustration and fight fall out of your face. You bit your lower lip, whimpering. No matter how many times you two fucked, nothing could ever prepare you for the feeling of his cock inside you.

‘Where’s all that brattiness gone, hm?’ He asked, slowly sliding in inside you, letting out a quiet groan. ‘I could’ve sworn you were telling me about hobie brown just a few minutes ago..’ He teased, as you gasped, moaning. ‘H-he could never fill me like you can miggy.. o-only your girl..’ You reassured breathlessly, as he chuckled, leaning closer to your ear. ‘I know baby, I know. Only dumb for my cock, right?’ He cooed, as you nodded before gasping once again as he started pushing in and out. He held your hips in place, as you fell back onto the desk, your back arching into him, causing him to hit all the deep spots inside you. You were a moaning mess, as he watched as his pretty little brat fell apart on his cock. He felt his pride and lust coming out as he held onto her hair lightly. ‘Like it, hermosa? Like being fucked dumb, all you needed was a good dick down to shut up that filthy mouth of yours?’ He teased, as you were practically incoherent. You nodded mindlessly, as he smiled softly, chuckling in your ear. ‘Cant even hear a word I’m saying, can you? Only thinking about how close you are.’ He mocked, as you moaned again, tears spilling from your eyes as his pace sped up.

‘C-close!’ You said a few minutes later, holding onto the desk for dear life as Miguel drilled himself into you. ‘Yeah I know baby, can feel you tightening around me, you wanna cum? Hm?’ He asked, as you nodded. ‘Yes! please.. p-lease I’ll be a good girl.. I-i’ll be your good girl just please..’ You babbled, as Miguel just chuckled, shutting you up by putting his fingers in your mouth. ‘Talking too much, honey.’ He teased, as you moaned through his fingers. He felt your walls clamp around him, signalling your near. He sped up, chasing his own high as well as yours.

Soon enough, you came undone. You moaned loudly, eyes rolled back as you hit your euphoria, your walls spasming around Miguel causing his high to crash too. He grunted deeply, as he continued to thrust his load inside you. you felt his cum deep inside you, as you came back from your high, Miguel panting, giving you one last hard thrust as he finished.

He pulled out slowly, grunting quietly as he moved your jaw to look at him. Your face had that pretty blissed out expression, the one you usually got when you had been fucked dumb. good. Maybe that’ll teach you a lesson next time.

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samandcolbyownme · 19 days

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Girlie can you please write Colby as a hard Dom and a breeding kink please please please

I hope this makes up for not having any new Colby fics in a while 😘

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, dirty talk, rough actions, rough unprotected sex, creampie, oral (m rec), slight degradation, use of daddy, hair pulling, choking, biting, scratching, just filth

Word Count: 1.8k | unedited

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The drive home from the party was silent.

You knew what you did.

You knew what was coming, and it was all part of your plan.

As soon as you got home and parked in the driveway, Colby gets out. He walks around to open your door, and you glance up at him with a smirk as you get out.

He clenches his jaw and nods towards the door, “Go.”

You raise your brows, “Now you finally wanna say something.” You hear him chuckle and close the car door as you head towards the house.

You pull your key from your purse, and slip it into the lock. As soon as the door is open, Colby has his hands on your waist, and you’re pushed against the wall.

“You think you can do what you did all fucking night and just walk free?” His nose brushes against your cheek, “Wearing this dress, grinding your ass against me every chance you got?”

You swallow, “It’s just a dress.”

“It’s not.” Colby laughs quietly, “You know this dress is short, you know that one wrong move and you’re showing everyone your tits.”

“But I didn’t.” You argue, mainly just to get him going - and it’s working.

“Fine, you want to be a brat, tease me all goddamn night. I’ll do it to you.” He steps back, pushing your waist, “Go upstairs.”

“Why can’t we-“

Colby slides his hand up to your hair, grabbing a tight fistful, “Keep it up and I’ll stop at the worst time.”

You take a deep breath, wincing as he tightens his grip, “Fuck, okay.” He lets go and you walk up to the bedroom, sitting on the bed to wait.

A few minutes later, Colby walks up. His leather jacket off his body, leaving him in his black tank top and jeans.

“Stand up.” Colby’s voice is deep, “Now.”

You rise to your feet, a smirk toying at your lips as you look down. You compose yourself, looking up at Colby walks to the dresser.

Your heart rate picking up as he pulls out a pair of leather cuffs, “Wrists, baby.” Colby walks over, his eyes trailing up your body as you extend your arms out in front of you.

You watch as he gently places the padded leather around each wrist, then suddenly you’re on your back, looking up at Colby as he crawls over you.

His hand grabs the metal links in between and pins your wrists above your head, “If you want to act like a slut, I’ll treat you like one.”

His lips attack your neck, biting and sucking at your skin, “Mark you up so everyone knows that who’s, baby?”

“Yours.” You breathe out, small moans falling from your lips as he bites and sucks some more, “Fuck.”

“Sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t quite hear you.”

“Yours.” You say louder, and he nods, “That’s right.”

He props himself up with his hand still holding yours above your head, and his other hand trails down your body, hiking your dress the rest of the way up your thighs, “Spread ‘em.”

You stare up at him, your breathing growing faster as your thighs part more, “Please.”

“Oh now you want to be polite?” Colby scoffs, “Please, what?”

“Touch me.” You whimper out, “Please, daddy.”

He brows flick up and he cocks his head as his hand slips between your legs, “Alright.” He slowly starts to rub your clothes clit, biting down on his lip as he watches your face twist with pleasure.

“That what you wanted?”

You nod, “Y-yes.”

He stops and you pout, which makes him chuckle, “Yes, what?”

You arch your back, wiggling your hips, “Yes, daddy. Please, I need you.”

Colby doesn’t say a word, he just slips his fingers into your panties and glides them up your needy cunt, “Fuck. You’re so wet.. why?”

You move your hips, urging him to slip his fingers inside, but it doesn’t work.

“Tell me, baby.” Colby leans down, his lips brushing yours, “Tell me why you’re so wet.”

You knew he was looking for a specific answer, you knew what he wanted to hear, “Because.. fuck, you’re so hot, daddy.” You gasp as he slips a finger inside of you, “P-please. More.”

“Not until you tell me why you’re so wet, baby.”

Your patience was running out, you wanted to keep the game going but he was wearing you down a lot faster than you originally thought he would.

“Fuck, because I-“ you moan, tugging your wrists as he slips in another finger, “Keep going. Tell me.”

Your eyes roll back as he curls his fingers upward, “I like teasing you.” You gasp, “Fuck, daddy, I like being brat.”

Colby chuckles, slowly working his fingers in and out, “I knew that.” He leans in, his lips pressing against yours, “Just wanted to hear you say it.”

His lips attach to yours, swallowing your moans as his fingers work you to the brim of orgasm and then he stops, withdrawals his fingers, and sits up.

“Get on your knees.” Colby says before standing up. He looks down at you, “And beg for it.”

He pulls you up from lying down and you stand up. Right as you go to drop down, Colby stops you. His hands gripping the bottom of your dress and ripping upward.

“Colby, I liked this dress.”

“I did too, but you need to learn your lesson.” He tilts his head, “Knees. Now.”

You drop down to your knees, waiting your hands to undo his jeans and pull them down. His eyes stay on you as he watches you free his cock.

He lets out a sigh as your lips connect to the head of his cock and you’re quick to take him in your mouth, bringing your hands up lay on his thigh.

He swats them away, “Just your mouth.”

You look up at him, sucking on the tip of his cock before pushing your head down. You hum slightly, bobbing your head as you swirl your tongue.

“Fuck, got such a good mouth.” He slides his hands into your hair, holding you still, “Hold still.”

He pulls his hips back and thrusts forward, earning a gag from you.

“Fuck.” Colby groans, “Doin’ so fucking good for me. You like that?” He pulls back and you gasp, nodding your head as much as you can, “Y-yes daddy.”

He pulls your head back in, reinserting his cock and thrusting, earning gag after gag.

He pulls back, lifting you to your feet and your pushed face down onto the bed, “Ass up.”

Your arms are extended out in front of you on the bed. You move your knee under you, raising your ass into the air.

You feel Colby’s presence move behind you and you wiggle your hips. He delivers a hard smack to your asscheek and you whimper out, “Fuck, daddy, again.”

“Harder?” He questions and you nod, “Yes, yes please.”

He chuckles and obliges, delivering an even harder smack to the opposite cheek.

“Fuck!” You yelp out, “Colby!”

He leans down over your back, sliding your dress up as his lips meet your ear, “What are you, baby?”

You groan, pushing your hips back and he grips them right, “Uh-uh, not until you tell me what you are.”

You let out a sigh, “I’m a slut.” You turn your head more, “I’m your slut, daddy.”

“Damn straight.” He pecks your head and sits up, pulling your panties down your thighs, just enough to expose your soaked cunt.

He delivers a light smack to your clit and you gasp, “P-please, please.”

“Please what, slut?” He delivers another light smack and you groan, “I-I’m sorry, daddy. I promise..” you take a deep breath, “I promise I won’t tease you like I did.”

Colby laughs at your words and his hand slides up to cup your jaw, “mm, I don’t believe you.”

He thrusts his cock into you, earning a loud moan from your lips. Colby groans deep in your ear, squeezing your jaw tighter, “Fuck. Pussy feels so good.”

“Only for you.” You moan out and Colby nods against your head, “Better be.”

“It.. it is, daddy.” You breathe out, “Fuck, harder.”

His thrust grow harder and you can’t contain your moans, one right after another the longer he thrusts.

“M’gonna cum, can I cum, daddy please!?”

“Not yet.”

“P-please!” You cry out, “I-I need it, I need it.”

“And I need you not to be such a slut when we’re out in public. Good girls get what they want, sluts like you, my love. Need to wait, patiently.”

“Fuck, fuck fuck.” Your body jolts with each of his thrusts into you, his hips bouncing off your ass, “Takin’ it like a good girl.” He groans, “That’s for fuckin’ sure.”

You moan at his words, the walls of your cunt strangling his cock, “I-I’m sorry, daddy.” You whimper out, “P-please.”

“How close are you?” Colby slides his hand up to your hair, yanking your head back, “How close?”

“I-I’m.. I’m right.. there.” You moan loudly, your hands dragging down the bed towards you, “Please, please.”

“I want to fill this pussy.” Colby mumbles against your head, “Fill it completely, let people know you’re mine.”

He pulls out, flipping you over into your back, “You want that?” You nod your head, moaning out, “Anything, daddy. Anything.”

“Get you pregnant, hmm?” He moans at his own words, “Fuck, that thought is so fucking hot.” He kisses down your neck. You wince and whimper when he bites on the previous marks left, “Y-yes.”

“Make you mine for good, hmm?”

“Y-yes daddy..” you gasp out, tightening your legs around his waist, “Don’t stop, d-don’t stop.”

“I’m putting a baby in you.” Colby whispers into your ear, “is that what you want? To be my little pregnant slut?”

You nod, “Yes, yes, fuck. Please.”

“Cum for me, cum for me and I’ll fill that slutty little pussy of yours.” Colby groans, “C’mon, mama.”

You let go.

Your vision goes white.

Your body feels like it’s vibrating.

That euphoria feelings consumes you and all you can do is moan.

Colby burries his face into your neck, moaning as his cock twitches inside of you, doing exactly what he said he was going to do - fill you.

He relaxes, breathing heavy into your next as he reaches up to undo the restraints on your wrists, “You okay?”

“Uh huh.” You laugh slightly, “My plan worked.”

Colby sits up, rolling his eyes with a smile, “Uh huh.”

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ryescapades · 12 days

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Fun and cute idea for Narumi Gen little sister reader....

Little sister is on her period plus she's cranky, hangry, emotionally, etc.

Plus Soshiro(bf) and Gen were kinda worried so they have no choice but to work together to make the reader happy.

😂 just go crazy with this.

genre/warning: attempt at humor, reader in her period, cranky reader, everyone's dramatic here, just a teensy bit hint of suggestive, one mention of naruhoshi lol

a/n: ok i'm kind of impatient so here u go ,,simple and short! writing this while i'm also on my period -,-

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to everyone, narumi gen is brash, occasionally childish and immature. but he's intuitive, efficient on the battlefield and has a strong sense of empathy and responsibility no matter how hard he tries to hide it.

one thing narumi is not, however, is incompetent. or at least, that's what he'd like to think.

"no."

the finality in your voice seems to grate even more at the final thread holding his sanity together.

"no??? what do you mean 'no'?!" narumi screeches, watching as you cross your arms with a haughty look on your face. "it means exactly what it is. no," you reiterate firmly.

"you asked me to order takeout for you and it's already on the way here, and now you're saying you don't want it anymore?" your brother scowls, daring you to repeat that word again. and you do, of course.

"uh-huh. don't wanna,"

he clenches his jaw, irritation bleeding out of his pores. "fine! what do you want then?"

"..."

his eye twitches at your silence. "oi."

"--iro..."

"you gotta speak louder, kid. can't hear you if you keep mumbling like that." your forehead creases, not liking his condescending tone. "i said i want soshiro," you state firmly.

narumi's eyes widen, flabbergasted. he waits for a few seconds, just in case you're messing with him, then you're gonna break the tension with a 'just kidding, bro! i actually want that takeout, how about we eat it together?' but there's none.

no kidding, no takeout, no eating together. nada.

narumi feels that last piece of thread snapping off.

"oh, you—" a loud, prolonged groan of frustration and defeat fills the room.

∘₊✧─────────────✧₊∘

the first division's captain has never felt this exposed and bare, ever. his dignity has been stripped away; he's vulnerable and unguarded.

that's how downgrading it feels to ask hoshina soshiro for his help in order to tame the beastly monster scarier than a kaiju that is you on your period.

"you're being overdramatic," the vice-captain's voice crackles out from the phone narumi's holding to his ear.

the captain grits his teeth, almost to the point of chattering. "shut up! i didn't ask to be in this situation! if it were up to me, the thought of asking for you wouldn't even cross my mind!" he complains.

"put yourself in her shoes too, captain. no women ever asked to struggle so much during their periods in the first place," hoshina says, amused.

"tch, i know that! but that doesn't mean that devil spawn can go around tormenting me as she likes. i knew i should've thrown her into a ditch when i got the chance," narumi harshly mutters before re-entering his office where you're waiting.

"i heard that, dumbass!" you growl from your seat at your brother's desk. not wanting to back down, gen sneers back, "i meant that for you to hear, you spoiled brat!"

"guys," hoshina interrupts loudly enough from the other line, starting to feel agitated himself.

you immediately snatch the phone, ignoring gen's protests before putting the device to your ear and swiveling in the chair to face away from him. "you don't love me, is that it, soshiro?" you interrogate with a frown, shoulders drooping and voice trembling slightly.

your boyfriend lets out a nervous chuckle, "sweetheart, please. cut your brother some slack, yeah? he's tryin' his best, and i'm here now. anything ya need?"

your eyes then narrow suspiciously. "huh? stop talking about gen. why are you talking about him? you want him or something?" you bombard, suddenly feeling protective of your brother.

narumi jerks back, appalled at what he’s hearing. "the hell you on about?" you wave him off with a brush of your hand before focusing back on the call. "i asked you a question, soshiro."

hoshina sighs, "you know i do love you, darlin'. now how about you answer my question, hm?"

narumi just surveys on the side with his arms crossed, tapping his foot as he waits impatiently to get his phone back. funnily enough, his expression morphs from boredom, to annoyed, to disgusted as he notices your cheeks flushing as the conversation progresses.

it doesn't take a genius to guess that whatever hoshina's talking about, it's nothing decent.

right as he's about to interject, you're already pulling the device away to put it on speaker, letting narumi hear the well-known kansai dialect.

"alright, so ya good to eat that food he ordered now?" hoshina questions. "yeah, think so. whatever," you finally agree albeit sulkily, and narumi almost falls down to his hands and knees to thank the vice-captain, if not for his next words.

"that's a good girl," your boyfriend hums, sending you blushing down to the tips of your toes and narumi fuming with genuine horror (hoshina certainly did that on purpose).

"WHAT IN THE FUCKING HE—"

you abruptly end the call, fully satisfied with yourself.

well, at least that’s one of narumi's problems finally down.

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mamisfavmosher · 6 months

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Hey love your work, can you do a fic where dom dom has to punish reader for the first time for being a brat with spanking corner time other smut.

thank you! hope you enjoy this!

something fun // dom!dominik mysterio x fem!reader

so this could have gone in multiple directions and i didn't really mean to make dom as dark as he was in the beginning....

warnings: spanking, time out in a corner with rice, p in v, slight spit kink, papi kink, let me know if there's anymore?

SMUT - MINORS DNI

Readers POV

It was an unusual attitude for me. Dom and I could both see that. But how was I supposed to react? Last night when I tried to go out with my friends to a bar, he made me stay home because of my outfit choice. Now, I've been making him deal with a bratty attitude from me since that very moment.

"Hey, sweetheart," Dom walked over to me as I lounged on the couch, kissing my cheek before sitting next to me and placing my legs on his lap. I gazed over at him, my eyes narrowed and annoyed. "There's no way you're still mad at me." He sighed.

"I'm not mad." The phrase was blunt as it left my lips. My eyes fell onto the flickering TV as he attempted to search my face for any sort of forgiveness.

"If you're not mad, maybe you should lose the attitude." Dom chuckled out. His hand reached over and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "Just sayin'." He put his hands up in surrender as I shot a glare at him.

"How about you just leave me alone?!" My voice snapped at him as my legs swung off of his lap. Before I could move to stand up, his hands shot out to forcefully pull me towards him.

"The hell did you just say to me?" Dom gripped my chin and directed my head to turn towards him. "You want me to leave you alone?" A sinister glint passed through his eyes before a smirk grew on his lips.

I shoved at his chest and successfully moved his hand away from my chin. "Yes, I want you to leave me alone! You never let me have any fun!"

"Oh, you wanna have fun? We can do something fun!" Something within his voice was off and I immediately caught onto it. He pulled away from me and walked to the kitchen pantry.

I didn't know what he was up to, but I kept watching as he retrieved a bag of rice and walked over to a wall corner, beginning to pour the rice onto the floor. Once he poured an amount of rice to his liking, he smirked over at me. "Alright, sweetheart. Let's have some fun."

"What do you mean? What's the rice for?" I was hesitant to ask, especially as he stalked over to me.

"You said you wanted to do something fun. And since you've been such a little brat lately, I decided that we're gonna do something that's fun for me." He explained with little detail as he placed the rice back in the kitchen. "Get undressed."

I stared at him blankly in confusion, refusing to fulfill his demand. "But, what is it? What are we doing?" I questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Get undressed and you'll find out." Dom taunted back, a cocky smile on his face. Begrudgingly, I pulled the clothes off of my body and awkwardly shuffled while waiting for the next command. His breathing notably hitched, "Now, come over here, baby."

I let him take my hand and lead me into the corner. "Dom..."

"Quiet. You wanted to be a brat, Papi will treat you like one." He walked behind me and gently moved my hair behind my shoulders, his hands softly rubbing up and down my arms. "Now, kneel." The heat of his breath against my ear caused warmth to pool in my stomach.

Slowly, I did as I was told and knelt down onto the hard grains of rice. Pain immediately began resonating throughout my knees and whines escaped my throat at the uncomfortable feeling.

"You're gonna stay there for ten minutes, pretty girl. And I don't want to hear any complaining." His voice had become stern. "Understood?"

I nodded with a wince, a small gasp leaving my lips as the grains only dug into my skin further with time.

"Use your words." He pressed. His fingers carded through my hair before gently pulling on it to get me to answer.

"I understand, Papi." I forced the words out in a soft, but audible tone.

Dom hummed in enjoyment from behind me before tilting my head back and prying open my mouth. He let a few drops of his spit fall onto my tongue and closed my mouth. "Swallow." Shutting my eyes, I swallowed the mixture of his spit and my own. "Good fucking girl." He practically moaned.

Hearing him walk away, I began to slightly wiggle off of the rice, attempting gain relief from the harsh grains embedded in my skin.

I jumped in surprise as he quickly appeared next to me with an annoyed expression. "I walked away for two seconds and you're already trying to be a brat again." He tutted. "Clearly, I'll have to add to the punishment if corner time alone isn't enough." Dom said and moved to the couch to sit and watch me until my time was up.

Small whimpers of pain escaped my lips every now and then along with slight wiggles of my hips to try and find relief. I kneeled on the rice for what felt like forever until Dom finally came over to me and helped me stand up.

"Alright, princess, let me have a look." Dom kneeled down and gently brushed the rice off of my knees before planting soft kisses on each one. "Take a little breather and then we'll finish your punishment, baby." He stood at full height again and pulled me over to the couch where he stroked my hair and softly kissed my neck and shoulders for a few minutes. "Okay, bend over my lap."

"You're gonna spank me, too?" I whined before being silenced with his glare. He didn't respond, only pulling me down onto his lap. "Papi, wait-"

I was cut off by his harsh hand leaving a stinging impact on my bare skin. A chuckle could be heard from him as he watched me jump from the first slap. "You better get used to this if you plan on being a brat with me, sweetheart." His hand relentlessly spanked me, my skin becoming more red and sore with each hit. Small moans and whimpers of pain escaped my lips as he began to use more strength. "...Papi... please..." I cried out in an attempt to make him stop. "Just a few more, baby. Wanna make sure that ass is nice and red for me." He said, his voice authoritative yet gentle. I wriggled and squirmed on his lap as he spanked me a few more times. My skin felt like it was on fire. His warm hands rubbed over the sore flesh, gently squeezing and kneading the skin. "So pretty, sweetheart..." He lightly moaned out. Dom carefully pulled me from his lap and stood up, positioning me so that I was facing away from him, my arms resting on the back of the couch and my knees resting on the cushions. He stood behind me, sighing as he began to unbuckle his belt.

"Gonna take Papi's cock like a good little slut, baby? Gonna be a little cockslut for Papi?" He breathed out, moving closer to me and running the tip of his cock through my wet folds. I whimpered, moving my hips back against him to try and gain some type of friction. "What did I tell you, chica...", His hand came down hard once more on my already red skin, "Use your words for me."

"Yes, Papi... please", I mewled out, shivers running through my body as he pressed his tip into me. "Please, I'll be a good little cockslut for you." My tone raised an octave, a cry falling from my lips as he fully thrusted himself into me. I threw my head back and Dom immediately grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling me toward him so my back was against his chest.

"So good," He thrusted into me at a harsh pace, breathing into my ear. "Such a good girl for me..." His thrusts became faster as his free hand wandered down my stomach to my clit, his fingers rubbing in fast circles to bring me closer to the edge. "Cum for me, sweetheart. Cum for Papi." My breath shuddered as my senses were heightened. His hair tickled my shoulder, the cool metal of his gold chain chilled my skin, his fingers were warm and rough as he brutally rubbed at my clit. I cried out as I felt myself reach the edge, my climax coursing through my body. "Papi!" My voice rang out as my body slouched against him as he continued to slowly thrust into me, reaching his own climax.

He continued to hold me up for a few more seconds before carefully sliding out and pulling us both down to sit on the couch. I moved over to crawl onto his lap and his arms immediately circled around me, bringing me to lay on his chest. "Was that fun enough for you, baby?" He chuckled out as his hand gently ran through my hair. I giggled at his question before slowly nodding, tired from all the activity. "Yeah, I had fun, Papi." I leaned up and gave him a sweet kiss before snuggling back into his chest.

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daenysx · 7 months

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writing this was so difficult ARE YOU GUYS READY TO READ ONE OF MY FANTASIES? okay, i'm blushing and pressing my legs together, sirius is my dream guy and yeah-

sirius black x fem!reader, nsfw

need you to come back

"come on, gorgeous." sirius begs. "you've been teasing me the entire evening."

you laugh at his words. "this is a vile accusation, i've done nothing!"

he actually manhandles you to lay back on bed this time. "yeah? you think you're so innocent then." he turns you around so you're lying facedown under him. "maybe i should prove you how much of a brat you've been."

you laugh again, his fingers tickle your sides and you are helpless. your chuckles turn into a song that he adores, he keeps tickling you. "yes, you should-" you try to say between laughs. "you definitely should do something."

sirius gives you a dark smirk and stops. he leans closer so that he can see your face. "do you want to play?"

you nod, still smiling but aware of what you're getting into. "yes."

he fixes your hair. "do you want me to play with you until you stop being a little brat and start being my good girl?"

"yes, please." you whisper.

"perfect." he says. he stays on his knees and positions your body easily, now your bum is in the air and your face is pressed on the pillow. sirius takes off your shorts with a little help from you and throws them somewhere in the room.

he rubs the skin of your thighs, goes a little higher then. he plays with the hem of your panties and your breathing quickens. your thighs tremble under his hands and he laughs. "come on, baby. i'm sure you can do better than that."

you stay silent. he keeps touching you. "i'm sure you can stay still because my good girl never disappoints me, yeah?"

you nod to the pillow. "yes."

"that's right." he says. "even though you act like a little brat sometimes, you'll always be my good girl."

he gives you a playful spank on your ass and your breath catches on your throat. it doesn't hurt one bit but you can feel the clenching inside. sirius gives you another spank, this time it's stronger but still doesn't hurt.

"do you like it?" he asks. "oh, yes, you do baby. look at you, i can see you like it so much."

you arch your back to close the distance between his hand and your ass. he rubs your skin smoothly. another spank and you melt into the pillow.

"wanna keep going?" he says, he's gonna do as he likes. "let's keep going to see if i can make you come like this."

he gives you another, then another. you moan into the pillow, it feels so arousing and dangerous. you aren't even sure if you're supposed to like it this much but sirius's hand meets your skin again and he's so teasing, you can almost cry from the pleasure.

"please." you say. "please, baby."

sirius gently rubs your skin again. "you're so pretty, you know that? so pretty and all mine, i adore you so much, my sweet girl."

you push yourself back to his hand. "fuck, please."

"please, what?" he asks, chuckling. "i can't give you what you want if you don't tell me."

you can't take it anymore, you feel so wet and sticky. "i need you, sirius. do i have to beg you to fuck me?"

sirius kisses your bum sweetly. this is dangerous, how sweet he's being. you sniff quietly, rub your cheek to the pillow. you hear a sound of zipper opening and smile.

"i'm showering you with the affection you deserve, and you still don't stop acting like a brat." he whispers as he pushes his hard cock between your thighs.

"maybe you really are a bad girl, and i should treat you like one." he says. he leans into your body to get his face closer to yours. "do you want to be treated like a bad girl, sweetheart?"

you shake your head. "no, no, i'm sorry."

"hmm?"

"i'm sorry." you repeat. "i just can't take it anymore, please."

sirius holds your hips tightly in his hands, he pushes your panties to the side, and angles his cock to your hole. "that's my girl." he says. "i'm so mad for you, i can't even get angry for a minute." he whispers to himself.

he pushes in and even though you're practically dripping, the stretch is too much. you moan, clench around him. he tilts his head back. "fuck." he says, loudly. "you have to let me in, sweetheart. i can't give you what you want if you squeeze me like that."

"sorry." you cry. "i'm sorry. it's just so good."

he laughs. "let's relax a little, yeah? you don't have to worry, i'm not gonna stop."

he means that, and you know it. you try to relax a bit just like he says and he pushes himself again. it's easier this time, and better. you can almost hear your wetness. he moves again, trying to place himself deeper. you think you'll fall apart but he holds you and you trust him with your body.

he keeps thrusting until he finds a good rhytm, it makes you whimper under him. it's just good and right, he moves like he belongs into your body. he marks his territory and you try to keep him inside forever. his hipbones hit your backside perfectly, the sounds that come out are loud.

you keep moaning his name, wetting his cock without ever stopping, and sirius loses himself in the pleasure of your cunt. "you should see how perfect we look, babe. you fit me so well, fuck- i won't be able to stop."

you smile, a slow teardrop falls on your cheek. "i don't want you to stop."

sirius brings his fingers on your cunt while his other hand holds you steady. your swollen clit melts under his fingers as he pinches it, he rubs it to give you some relief. he can feel you stretch open as keeps his fingers on you. "you're so lovely." he says, kissing your neck by leaning into you. "so lovely when i touch you here. do you wanna come? tell me, sweetheart."

you push yourself back to him again. you can feel you're getting close, and you want to come but you also don't want this to finish. "i just- oh, i wanna keep going, siri. i don't want to stop."

he moves into you harder this time. "i didn't say we'll stop. we can go as many times as you want, you don't have to control your orgasms like that."

you are almost crying when he relentlessly hits your sweet spot. "are you- are you close?"

he smiles at how you think of him first. "i am, sweetheart." he leans in again, so that he can hold your hand. "come with me, okay?"

you nod, squeeze his fingers. it doesn't take long for sirius to press a kiss on your cheek and you take it as a signal to let go. your brain shuts off for a second, you can feel sirius's cum leaking inside of you just the way you want. the wetness pools out of you as you whimper, your eyes are closed and you relax under him.

sirius doesn't pull out immediately but your legs give in, you lay properly on bed. it's clumsy but it's still what you need. sirius pulls himself back to lay next to you facedown, he rubs the skin of your waist. you are on his chest one second later, he kisses the side of your head.

"there you are." he whispers as you bury your face to his neck. "my good girl's back."

"it's just fun to see your face when i tease you." you say, quietly.

"i'm sure it's as funny as seeing you laughing under me, crying on my cock." he bites back.

you have no words for that, and honestly you are too tired. "do you want to continue?"

sirius looks at you. "do you want to continue?"

"i mean, i just said i did but," you start. "i didn't realize how tired i am. can we go to bed?"

sirius kisses your cheek. "of course we can."

you snuggle closer to him, he wraps his arms around you. "let me just clean us up and we can sleep, okay?"

you nod but it's hard to let him go. he kisses you for one last time before leaving the bed. he brings a soft towel from the bathroom, parts your thighs to clean you. the sheets are not really ruined so he thinks he can deal with them tomorrow morning. he gives you a pair of clean panties to wear.

he takes off his own trousers and shirt, stays only in his boxers. his face is sweaty and he looks messy, he's proud to see your effect on him as he looks at the mirror. he wipes his face down and fixes his hair a little bit, he skips the shower. he leaves the bathroom to go by your side.

you are in your clean panties and nothing else when he sees you. he spots your shirt and bra on the floor, he didn't take them off during sex, so it must be you who felt uncomfy enough to throw them away. you like feeling him when you fall asleep, his entire body and his naked skin touching yours. he knows how you can't stand the presence of disturbing pieces of clothing between you two and gets into bed.

you are holding onto him instantly, your arms wrapped around his neck. he pulls the covers on you, you kiss him sweetly. he gives you a kiss back, your lips and your chin. your eyes are closed, your lips turn into a slow pout when he stops kissing you.

"you should get some sleep, pretty girl." he says, giving you another kiss to make your pout disappear.

"can we continue in the morning?" you say, sleep drips from your voice.

"you are an insatiable thing, you know that?" he teases.

"it's kind of your fault, siri."

he nods. "yeah."

you smile softly and snuggle closer. "i love you so much."

"i love you too, baby." he whispers the words to your ear. "i'm gonna wake you up the way you like, okay?"

knowing you'll wake up to him between your legs sounds perfect and you find yourself sleeping so much faster.

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starlightsuffered · 2 months

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Captain and Cheerleader

Info - soccer captain Timmy, cheerleader reader, bratty sub reader, dom Timmy, soft dom, temper tantrum, calling reader slut/whore/bitch, not wearing underwear, denying sex, praise kink, daddy kink, fuck in a locker room, tease reader, unprotected sex, minor baby talk

“Go Timmy!” I said, waving my Pom Poms. He smirked until he saw me. He was the soccer captain and I was the head cheerleader. We were a match made in heaven. Since we were so perfect, I liked to spice things up a bit.

Since I was head cheerleader I could get away with a lot. Today I wore the colors of the opposite team. I knew this would drive Timothée insane. He was possessive

He jogged up to me. He unabashedly checked me out. My outfit was much more revealing than the other girl’s.

“Really, red and gold?” He asked.

“I look prettier in it than green and silver,” I giggled.

“You look pretty in everything,” he said and kissed me deeply.

“Don’t shake your ass and tits too much,” he mumbled against my lips.

“I’ll do what I want,” I said back.

“Brat,” he said with a final peck and ran off.

I distracted him as well as I could during the game. I shook my ass and tits and he kept looking over at me. I liked showing off. He was glaring at his team mates who were also looking at me. He even hit one of them upside the head when he was staring at my cleavage. I knew I was in for it when I cheered for his rival who got a point.

He glared at me and ran a finger across his neck indicating I was dead meat. I blew him a kiss.

At the end of the game he didn’t even stay to shake hands with the other team like he was supposed to. He didn’t stay to be praised for making the winning goal. He instead, dragged me to the locker room.

“You’re such a bad girl,” he said as he lifted my skirt. He squeezed my ass hard.

“I like being your brat,” I giggled.

“No panties, you’re such a slut,” he swore.

“I’m your slut,” I said.

“Maybe a good punishment would be for me NOT to fuck you,” he said darkly. My smile fell.

“What no!” I said desperately.

“Yeah, maybe I’m not feeling it when you’re wearing the other teams colors,” he said and stretched.

“Timothée Hal Chalamet! Fuck me!” I demanded and stamped my foot.

“You know you don’t make the rules sweetheart,” he chuckled.

“I want sex! Gimmie, daddy please!” I whined.

“You begging? That’s new,” he said and blew some hair casually out of his eyes.

“I want my big cock! Baby wants her pussy massaged by daddy’s giant sucky toy,” I pouted. “And I want it now!”

“My goodness, such a brat,” he tutted but he did pull down his pants. He lifted my tiny skirt and shoved into me.

“Such a good pussy baby girl. You like being a slut for daddy?” He asked as he pumped his cock in and out of me.

“I love being your slut. I wanna be your whore forever,” I said, clinging to him. I kissed him needily. I was so obsessed with him. As bratty as I was I couldn’t live without him.

“Timmy, your cock treats me so right,” I said. I felt almost dizzy with need.

“Oh baby girl,” he purred. “That’s all I want.”

He grabbed my ass and massaged me. He was kissing all over my face. I loved that he was just as obsessed with me as I was with him.

“My pretty baby. Everyone was staring at you, but Timothée is the only one who gets you right?” He asked.

“The only one. My tits and ass and body belong to you,” I gasped. He felt so damn good.

“You’re such a good slut. My perfect slut,” he whispered in my ear. He shoved me up against the lockers and went harder. He tangled his fingers with mine and lifted our hands above our heads. He took control. I could be as bratty as I liked, but daddy always won in the end. I was whipped.

“You gonna be my bitch in heat? Get fucked by daddy all night because I won my game?” He asked.

“Oh yes daddy, anything for you,” I breathed. “I want your cock inside me as much as possible.”

“You’re such a good girl, So pretty. I’ve got the finest girl in the world. You love daddy’s praise don’t you?” He asked.

“Yes, yes,” I moaned.

“Daddy wants to spoil you,” he sighed as he rammed his cock deep inside me.

“B-but you won,” I whined.

“Who cares, you being the perfect girl you are deserves spoiling,” he chuckled. He mouthed over my neck and bit and suckled.

“I love you,” I said as I pulled his hair.

“I love you too,” he cooed.

“Daddy, I’m so close. My pussy walls are gonna squeeze you,” I said.

“That will be so sexy. You gonna take my load? Gonna take the soccer captain’s load of cum? My perfect cheerleader?”

“Yes! Yeeeeesss!” I hissed. I was overwhelmed with pleasure. My body quivered. My body almost gave out as black spots poked at my vision.

“OH FUCK! TIMMY!” I cried.

“That’s my good girl. I’m so proud of you for coming,” he praised but his voice was shaky and his thrusts were sloppy.

“I’m gonna fill you,” he rasped. He was moaning in my ear, holding me tightly, and pouring his cum inside me. I loved being full of cum. He was cursing in French as he overflowed my pussy.

“Thank you daddy, and good job on your win,” I said and kissed him passionately.

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grxmreaperx · 11 months

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ok alright listen...brat tamer Hoffman x f!reader.

I AM ON MY KNEES I am weak

i LOVE this!! that man is the biggest brat tamer in the world, no one is changing my mind!

Pairing: Mark Hoffman x (f!) reader

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: 18+!! Porn with no plot. This is filth. Reader being a brat, spanking, dirty talk, masturbation (m!), p in v penetration, degradation.

Summary: When you’re bored at home by yourself, you decide to make a quick call to your boyfriend while he’s at work. And maybe add in a picture or two to really get his attention.

“Detective Hoffman.”

As soon as he picked up the phone, you felt yourself smile. “Hi, Detective.”

He could tell from the sultry tone of your voice what you were up to. You heard him suck in a breath. “What are you doing, sweetheart?” His voice held a warning, telling you not to play your games while he was at work.

“Nothing. I’m just bored,” you said, drawing out the last word.

“I’ll be home soon, I promise.”

“But I’m bored now!” you whined.

“I know, baby, but I need to work.”

“Fine,” you huffed. “I guess I’ll take care of myself then.”

You could practically see the look on his face: jaw clenched, eyes narrowed as he tried to keep himself from rushing home right then.

“Did I tell you that you could do that?”

“I don’t need your permission,” you said mockingly, knowing it would get under his skin.

“Oh, is that right?”

“Mhmm. I’ll see you later, Detective,” you said, hanging up before he could get another word in.

And, for good measure, you snapped a picture for him: spread out on your shared bed, wearing nothing but his shirt and your underwear.

You heard the front door slam shut about an hour later, your boyfriend’s footsteps getting closer to your room. You sat on the bed, staring at him innocently as he came through the door.

“Hi baby! How was your day?” you asked sweetly.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “It was good, until you decided to call and act like a little brat.”

You forced a confused look onto your face. “What are you talking about? Was I acting like a brat?”

He shed his jacket, loosening his tie from around his neck. “Don’t play dumb with me, baby. You know exactly what you were doing. Taunting me, sending me that pretty picture.”

“Oh! That!”

He sat down on the edge of your bed. “Get your ass over here,” he demanded, motioning to his lap. You excitedly crawled over to him, straddling his legs. He grabbed your hips, forcing you back off. “No, no, no, sweetheart. Over my knees.”

You slowly positioned yourself, trying to hide your excitement, lying over his lap with your ass in the air.

“How many do you think you deserve, baby?”

You thought for a moment. “I don’t think I deserve any, I don’t think I did anything wrong.”

He chuckled, landing a slap on your ass. “Wrong answer, baby. Try again.”

“Ten?” you tried.

“That’s better. And you’re going to count them for me.”

“And what if I don’t wanna count them?” You hid your face in your bedsheets, hiding your smile.

“Well, then I guess I’ll just have to keep going until your ass is red and you’re begging me to fuck you.”

He ran a hand over your ass before landing another smack. You bit your lip, trying to stifle the moan building in your throat.

He waited for a moment, seeing if you would begin counting, or if you weren’t done with your little act.

When you stayed silent, he landed another.

And another.

“I won’t fuck you until you count, sweetheart. We can do this as long as you like. I’ve got all night.”

As he landed the next blow, the moan you had been suppressing finally escaped your lips, followed desperately by a “one.”

“Much better.”

Two.

Three.

Four.

He ran two fingers through your folds, letting out a low laugh. “You love being a brat, don’t you?” Five. “You love making me punish you, don’t you, baby?”

“Yes,” you whined, before counting the sixth blow.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Better.” Seven.

Your legs shook as you became more and more desperate, hips bucking slightly, looking for any sort of friction.

Mark pulled your head back by your hair, your back arching. He leaned down, bringing his mouth right next to your ear. “If you hadn’t been such a bad girl today, I could already be buried inside you. But no, you had to act like a little slut, didn’t you?” Eight.

Your ass stung and you knew you’d have handprints imprinted on you the next day. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” you whined. “Just wanted your attention.”

Nine. “Just wanted my attention, hm? Well now you’ve got it, sweetheart.”

“Ten!” you moaned as he finished your punishment.

“Good. Now get down on your knees.”

You sunk down to the floor in front of him, hands moving to unbuckle his belt. He grabbed your wrists, giving you a mocking smile. “Oh no, baby. Only good girls get to suck Daddy off. You get to kneel there and watch. Put your hands behind your back. If you move them, I won’t touch you for the rest of the night.”

An indignant noise left your throat, but you complied, placing your hands behind your back as he undid his pants.

His eyes locked onto yours as he placed a hand around the base of his cock, slowly stroking himself. You let out a whine, forcing yourself to keep your hands and hips still. The ache was becoming unbearable. You had wanted punished, you had wanted his full attention, but now all you wanted was to feel him.

His eyes roamed your body as he sped up. “Such a pretty slut, aren’t you? If you had been good, you wouldn’t have to be punished.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy. Please…”

“Please what?”

Your nails dug into your palms as you forced your hands to stay in place. You felt your face heat up.

“Cmon baby, tell me what you want.”

“Please, I want you to fuck me.”

He let out a groan. “You think you’ve been punished enough? You gonna stop being such a little brat?”

You nodded frantically.

He considered you for a moment, hand lazily working his cock. He finally stood, motioning for you to bend over the bed. “Get up.”

You hurried to your feet, lying your front half onto the bed. You felt the head of his dick tease your entrance. “God, baby, you’re fuckin’ soaked. You love being a little whore, don’t you?”

“Yes!” you moaned, trying to push yourself back onto him.

He gripped your hips roughly, pushing into you all at once. Your mouth fell open as his hand found its way up your body, snaking its way around your front, gripping your throat. He forced your body up until your back was pressed against his chest as he fucked into you.

“Is this what you wanted baby? You wanted me to use you?”

You quickly let out a stream of “yes’s,” head falling back onto his shoulder.

He chuckled. “Not so much of a brat now, are you? Not so cocky when you’re full of my dick, are you baby?”

You cried out, too lost in your own pleasure to form an answer. You held tightly to his arm, trying to keep yourself grounded.

His other hand reached down, rubbing quick circles around your clit. You felt your body shake, getting closer to the edge. “Can I…” you began to ask, a whine forcing its way out of your throat.

“Go on, baby, cum for me.”

As soon as he whispered the words in your ear, you let go, your high washing over you. He wasn’t far behind you, emptying himself inside of you as you came down from your orgasm.

He slowly pulled out of you before softly grabbing your hips and turning you around to sit on the bed. You let out a contented sigh, lying back onto the sheets. He smirked, lying down next to you and pulling you to him, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Did you enjoy acting like a brat?” he asked, a small laugh leaving his lips.

You quickly nodded. You had gotten exactly what you had wanted.

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guiltyasdave · 11 months

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carve your name into my bedpost

series masterlist • this is part II

pairing: Dave York x f!reader

a/n: I have nothing to say for myself. The murder daddy brain rot is very real, and I was ovulating while writing most of this.

word count: ~5k

summary: Your vacation with Dave is going great. So great that you decide to rile him up, just a little bit. What’s the worst that could happen, right?

warnings: explicit 18+ content, mdni! bits of angst, bits of fluff, dubious morals (Dave is cheating on his wife), age-gap implied, able-bodied reader, Dave pulls her hair, dom!Dave, sub!reader, rough sex, semi-public touching, sir kink, degradation kink, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected p in v (reader is on birth control in my head, but it’s not mentioned in the fic), brat taming, dirty talk, Dave is a menace, face & pussy slapping, handcuffs, knife play, spit kink, a hint of somnophilia, idiots in love, let me know if I missed any!

You wake up to the feeling of fingers drawing shapes over your naked stomach, occasionally dipping down between your legs, then travelling back up. Your back is pressed against Dave’s bare chest, your hips flush with his. One of his fingers slides up to your breasts and slowly traces around a nipple, just teasing, never touching the tip, only circling around it.

You give a little whine and hear Dave chuckle into your hair. “Good morning, sweetheart,” he whispers and switches to your other breast, continuing his teasing. You squirm against him, rolling your hips into his and you feel his cock swelling against your backside.

“Good morning,” you sigh happily and twist your neck to let your lips brush against Dave’s.

He takes hold of your chin and kisses you deeply as his other hand slips between your legs again, lazily toying with your clit, your moans being swallowed by his mouth. His fingers dip deeper, prodding at your entrance, swirling through the slick that has already gathered there.

“Always so wet for me,” he murmurs and you can feel him smiling against your mouth, “so eager for everything I give you.” He thrusts two fingers into you and you whine, angling your hips to take them deeper. “Been such a good girl for me last night, took me so well.”

You already feel breathless, your sleep-addled brain still trying to catch up with everything that’s happening right now and you clench around his fingers at the praise, causing him to chuckle.

“Gonna give you a little reward.”

He feels sweeter like this, softer than usual, not as demanding. He trails kisses across your neck and you moan more freely, getting lost in the sensations all over your body. When he pulls his fingers out of you, you almost start to protest, but he presses another kiss against your opened mouth and flips you onto your back, seating himself between your legs.

He dives in before you can even fully register what’s happening, licking a long stripe up your pussy and then sucking your clit into his mouth. You cry out, your hands flying to his head and threading your fingers through his messy morning hair.

“Holy fuck Dave, oh my god-“

You barely get the words out, your mind already lost in a haze of pleasure. He hums against your clit, the vibration causing your hips to buck and he places his forearm over your stomach, holding you down as he slips two fingers back inside of you and curls them slightly. Your thighs start quivering and you’re already embarrassingly close to an orgasm. “Please don’t stop, I’m gonna-“ you pant and he groans against you, adding a third finger and pressing down on your lower abdomen.

“Show me how pretty you come for me, wanna taste you doll, come on.”

He sucks on your clit again and your eyes roll back into your head as you pulse around his fingers and soak him, your orgasm washing over you.

You’re still trembling with the aftershocks as he pulls his fingers out of you and presses them against your lips. You open your mouth obediently, almost an instinct at this point, and suck on them, your tongue swirling around and tasting yourself until his fingers are cleaned of your juices.

“Good girl,” he praises before his lips find yours again, licking into your mouth, so you can taste yourself on his tongue as well.

His erection is prodding against your entrance and even though you just came, you feel desperate to have him inside of you. “Please,” you whisper, grinding against him. He doesn’t mock you, doesn’t make you beg, just keeps devouring your mouth as he lines himself up and slides into you in one hard thrust, making your walls flutter around him. You swallow each other’s moans and he starts pounding into you, his hand traveling down to tease your nipples and you wrap your legs around him, pulling him in deeper.

It feels like your first orgasm has barely subsided when the tension is already building up again and you’re clenching around him. He starts rubbing your still overstimulated clit and you cry out, another orgasm tearing through your body. Dave groans loudly, sounding almost surprised as his hips come to a stuttering halt and he spills himself inside of you.

“Good morning, indeed,” you giggle as he slides out of you, collapses beside you and pulls you into his warm body. The soft laugh that rumbles up in his chest has butterflies fluttering in your stomach. He holds you pressed against him and you revel in breathing him in, hints of expensive perfume clinging to him, but mostly it’s just his own deliciously masculine scent, more intense after just waking up. You burrow your face in his neck and breathe in deeply, his arms tightening around you.

“You sleep well?” he asks softly and you hum against his skin.

“Got woken up pretty well, too,” you allow yourself to tease and he pinches your side, causing you to giggle again. Your hear his responding chuckle and smile to yourself.

You’re not used to him being in such a good mood, how he’s so much less tense than usual and how the air around him somehow feels lighter. It feels good to experience him like this, it feels… right. Even more butterflies take flight inside of you and you try your best to swallow the feeling down. No matter how good it feels, you can’t allow yourself to get used to this.

While you take a shower, Dave orders breakfast via room service and you decide to eat on the balcony and enjoy the view from there. Sitting in the early morning light with the sound of the waves in your ears and your face turned towards the sun, you can’t stop smiling.

You sip on your coffee and catch Dave staring at you with an expression in his eyes that you can’t place. Almost a little… reverent? His gaze feels heavy on your skin.

“So, what is the plan for today?” you ask, desperate to break the sudden tension, and start nibbling on a croissant that might be one of the best that you’ve ever tasted. Dave shrugs, tearing his eyes from you and looking out at the sea that’s stretching out in front of you.

“I was thinking we could spend the day on the beach, if you want to?” Your face lights up and you nod eagerly - you have been dreaming about swimming in that turquoise water since you first saw it yesterday.

You put on an extremely skimpy white bikini and Dave eyes you hungrily, making a remark about how the color suggests that you’re a lot more innocent than you actually are.

“But we both know that’s not true, now don’t we, doll?” he murmurs into your ear, toying with the straps and causing goosebumps to rise on your neck, as he’s very thoroughly mapping out every inch of your skin with his hands. He’s kneading your breasts until you’re a mess in front of him, already soaking through your bikini bottoms, before he moves on to your legs.

“I could’ve gone a lot harder on you last night. Think you should thank me,” he tells you as his hands massage your ass cheeks, still bruised from his rough touch yesterday, and dip between your legs briefly, causing you to whimper a “Thank you, sir” that makes him laugh.

“Such a needy little thing. So easily distracted.”

When you finally make it down to the beach, you’re instantly mesmerised by the sheer beauty of it all. The sand under your bare feet is pleasantly warm from the sunlight and the waves are louder down here.

There are only a few other hotel guests, already lounging on sun beds and not paying the both of you any mind. Dave leads you to two sun beds somewhere close to the far end and you happily sit down, letting the sun sink into your skin. Your eyes repeatedly flick to Dave, the sight of the golden skin on his bare torso and sheer broadness of him leaving you a little breathless.

You barely manage to sit still for five minutes before you jump up again. “Come swim with me?” you ask hopefully, stretching your hand out towards him. He just looks at you for a moment, his eyes roaming over your body and a small smile playing on his lips. Then he grabs your hand and lets you pull him up and towards the water. You squeal in delight as the waves touch your feet and you turn back to beam at him. That smile is still on his face, but he isn’t paying attention to the waves lapping at his feet or the beautiful scenery around him. His eyes are firmly trained on you.

It draws you in, the intensity of his gaze, and you take a few steps back, towards him, loop your hands around his neck and pull him into a kiss. “Thank you for this,” you whisper again, because you really can’t say it often enough and he shakes his head, still smiling.

“Already told you that you deserve it.”

You still can’t believe that he really thinks that and you could very easily spiral about how it’s all too much and what it all means, but you push those thoughts away, at least for now. You’re in the most beautiful place you’ve ever been to, with the -let’s face it- most attractive man you’ve ever seen, and you should let yourself enjoy it.

You can worry about this later, when you’re both back home, you alone in your small apartment and him in his suburban house with this family. God damn it, you think to yourself and bite your lip. Just be thankful for what it is.

“Hey,” he murmurs, leaning in closer to you, his thumb gently prying your bottom lip out from beneath your teeth. “Where’d you go there, sweetheart?”

You shake your head, looking around and taking your surroundings back in. It’s so beautiful. He is so beautiful. You want to be happy, so you should be happy. Your lips pull upwards again. “Nowhere,” you smile and turn back around, pulling him into the water with you.

The sea feels amazing, the temperature refreshing but not so cold as to be uncomfortable and the turquoise water is flowing around you in gentle waves. You let go of his hand and dive in, taking a long stroke, diving under the surface and coming back up again, shaking the water out of your eyes. You can’t help the laugh bubbling up inside of you when you turn back around to Dave.

He’s still standing where you left him, watching you, that same look in his eyes that you saw earlier. The tension between you is back, a sort of crackling energy, and you don’t like how it makes you long for him. Not just his body, but everything. Him.

Desperate to break that tension, you paddle back to him, looking for a way to wipe that look from his face. “You gonna get in, or what?” you ask, and when he doesn’t answer fast enough, you splash a healthy amount of water in his direction. It catches him by surprise, drenching his face and hair and he blinks at you incredulously, shaking his head like a dog and droplets of water hit you. You cackle at his expression and for a moment he looks like he’s about to laugh, too. Then he growls and lunges for you.

You squeal, giggling madly as you’re trying to get away in time, but one strong arm wraps around your middle, pressing your back against his chest. “You think you’re being funny, huh?” His voice is low in your ear, tense, but you’re still shaking with laughter.

“K-kinda, yeah,” you manage to get out, wiggling against his grip, and his hold on you tightens.

“You’re on thin ice here, sweetheart.”

You turn your head around as best as you can to look at his face. “Think it’s too warm for ice,” you whisper before you break down again and he snorts, the corners of his mouth twitching.

“That was terrible,” he tells you and you nod happily, turning around in his arms until you’re facing him.

Maybe it’s the fact that you’re outside where people can see you, maybe it’s this foreign situation that you’ve found yourself in, or maybe you just want to rile him up. Whatever it is, you’re feeling bold. Your arms loop around his neck and you wrap one leg around his hips, basically hanging off of him in the weightlessness of the water. You grind your hips against him and his cock twitches.

“Are you gonna punish me, sir?” you ask, pouting at him and widening your eyes, feigning innocence, “for splashing water at you and making lame jokes?” You give another roll of your hips. His jaw twitches and his large fingers dig into your waist. You briefly feel like you’ve got the upper hand. You’re well aware that he’s not gonna let that last.

“Little brat,” he mutters against your mouth. One of his hands slides from your waist to your breast, kneading it harshly beneath the water’s surface, pinching at your skin. “Won’t be so mouthy once I’ve got you alone, will you? Gonna fuck the attitude right out of you, until it’s all ‘yes, sir’ and ‘sorry, sir’, how’s that sound, doll?”

He twists your nipple, hard, and you gasp. His rough treatment and the dirty words from his mouth are enough to bring your arousal to a burn inside of you, your thighs clenching around his hips. His eyes glint dangerously and his lips pull into a grin. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

You give him your sweetest smile. “I can’t wait. Sir.”

He groans exasperatedly but you can tell that he’s fighting with himself not to smile back. “I know you can’t. Greedy little thing.” He pulls you in for a kiss and you willingly follow his lead, let his tongue invade your mouth until you’re both breathless and clinging to each other.

You look back to the shore. It’s not exactly crowded and it doesn’t look like anyone is paying you much attention, but still. You duck out from under his arms and bring a little bit of distance between the two of you. You’re still feeling too bold for your own good. “Keep it in your pants, York. Don’t wanna get arrested for public indecency.”

Dave shakes his head again, an incredulous expression on his face, but you can tell that he’s amused. “York, huh? That’s how it is?” He catches up to you easily but doesn’t grab you roughly like you had expected him to. Even wanted him to, maybe. His hand finds yours in the water and he gets close enough to press a kiss into your wet hair. “If you’d rather call me Mr. York than Sir, you could’ve just said,” he murmurs and you giggle, but you also can’t help the heat that’s creeping up your cheeks at the thought. The satisfied smirk that gracing his features lets you know that he’s noticed how flustered he’s got you as well.

You stay in the water for a while longer, talking a little but mostly just taking in the scenery around you. The way the sunlight’s reflection glitters on top of the waves, the spotless blue sky, the lush green of the trees lining the mountains around you. You let yourself float on top of the water, closing your eyes and relaxing your limbs, feeling completely weightless. You give a content little sigh, when a splash of water hits you straight in the face.

You gasp, losing your bearings in the sudden surprise and drop under the surface for a second before coming back up, spluttering and coughing up a mouthful of saltwater. You rub the water out of your eyes and narrow them at Dave, who gives you an unimpressed look and arches an eyebrow.

“You dick!” you exclaim and lunge after him, laughter bubbling up in your throat at the ridiculousness of the entire situation. He’s a lot better at escaping than you were, moving through the water quickly, but you can tell that he’s laughing too. When he eventually lets you catch up to him, you cling onto him and let him pull you through the water.

He still looks more relaxed than you’ve ever seen him, the ever-present tension in his body barely noticeable and the expression on his face more open, happier. You pull yourself up and kiss his cheek, just because you can, and he flashes you a warm smile.

It blooms in your chest, filling you with warmth, the knowledge that he’s here with you, because you’re the person that he wanted here with him and that he’s happy. Here. With you. A small voice in your head wants to tell you that this is dangerous, that it has the potential to hurt you later on, but you shove it down. For now, you’re happy too. Here. With him.

Evening rolls around, with another dinner that leaves you completely out of your depth, so you let Dave lead you through it, content with letting him make all the decisions, letting him take care of you.

You continue to let him make all the decisions when you’re back in the suite, which results in your naked form being laid out on the bed. Dave’s standing in front of it, still completely dressed, looking down at you, his eyes flashing darkly. You know that you’ve teased him too much today and that you’re about to pay the price for that. A pleasant shudder runs through you at the thought.

“Arms up. Don’t move,” he commands before turning away from you and rummaging through his suitcase for a few moments before returning to you. He places something on the nightstand with a faint metallic clatter and your gaze flicks towards the sound, but Dave clicks his tongue impatiently.

“Eyes on me, doll.” You obey instantly, watching as he towers over you, catching your wrists in one hand and pulling your arms further towards the headboard. Cold steel closes around your wrists, as he handcuffs you to a bedpost, your arms now permanently trapped above your head.

He adjusts the handcuffs until they’re closed tightly, the metal digging into the skin on your wrists uncomfortably and you bite your lip. It already hurts, but it hurts so so good. Dave’s eyes catch the movement and a smirk curls across his face.

“Yeah, you like that. Been begging for it all day, being a little brat, desperate to be put in your place, ain’t that right?”

“Yes, sir,” you answer quickly, and he lands a harsh slap on your face, your head flying to the side. Pain spreads out from across your cheek and a small moan escapes you.

“Change of pace. You’re calling me Mr. York tonight.” His voice is ice cold as he fists your hair, pulling until your roots are stinging and your neck is straining so that you’re looking up at him again. “Is that understood?”

“Yes, M-Mr. York,” you whisper, your voice already thick with unshed tears, but your pussy is gushing at the new honorific and the controlled coldness that he’s exuding right now. He slaps you again, still holding your head up by your hair.

“You filthy little thing. Mouthing off at me all day and now look at you, being slapped around and liking it. I bet that slutty cunt of yours is already drooling for it, isn’t she?”

“Yes,” you whimper, hastily adding another “Mr. York” when he arches an eyebrow at you.

“Let’s see…” he mutters and slides a hand between your legs, finding you soaking wet from his rough treatment.

“Fucking drenched already, when I’ve barely touched you. Fucking slut.” His hand comes down for a slap straight across your pussy and you cry out at the sharp pain, your hips twitching, chasing the sensation and pulling away from it at the same time.

Dave laughs cruelly and rains more slaps down on you, your cries getting louder with each time and your eyes brimming with tears, but you’re also pretty sure that you’re dripping on the sheets by now. He finally stops and cups your aching center with his large hand. You can feel your hot and swollen flesh pulsing underneath his touch.

“What do you say?” he demands coldly.

“T-thank you, Mr. York,” you manage to stutter out weakly.

“And…?” he prods.

You’re not entirely sure what he wants to hear and shrink under his hard gaze as you whisper, “I-I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For- for being a brat earlier and disrespecting you, I- please, I’m sorry.” Tears are running down your cheeks now as you let yourself fall deeper into the submission, enjoying the sweet bliss of giving up all control, pleasing Dave being the only active thought in your head.

“I know you are, sweetheart,” he coos in mock-sympathy, his eyes still cold and piercing through you. “Just needed to be taught a lesson, huh?” Another slap hits your folds, hurting even more than the previous ones. You nod, your chin wobbling. Your pussy feels like it’s on fire, from the pain but also from the raw need for him that’s coursing through your veins.

“It’s alright,” he nods back at you, “you’re gonna be the most obedient little slut when I’m through with you.”

He doesn’t wait for a response but leans towards the nightstand again, grabbing hold of another object and returning to his place above you. The silvery blade of a knife is shining in the dull light of the room, right in front of your face, where Dave is holding it up for you to see.

You gasp softly and your eyes widen - the both of you had discussed this before, you’d known that it was an option. Sometime. You hadn’t expected sometime to occur on this trip. A fearful, but also excited nervousness is settling in your stomach. You can tell that Dave is eyeing you closely, monitoring your reaction. When he seems pleased with the expression on your face, he moves the knife closer.

“Give it a kiss, slut. And look at me while you’re doing it.”

You obey, lifting your head up as much as you can and softly pressing a kiss to the blade, trying your hardest to avoid sudden movements. Your gaze is trained on his face, just like he told you to.

“Good girl,” he mutters, his eyes burning with dark desire in them. He moves the knife across your body, the cold sensation leaving goosebumps in its wake, until he reaches your wet folds.

“Spread your legs. Wider. Hold still, sweetheart.” His eyes flash up to you. “Wouldn’t want to hurt you.”

You do as you’re told, your body freezing, forcing yourself not to tremble. You feel cold steel touching the swollen and hot flesh between your legs, moving over your center slowly, and you almost jump, but grind your teeth and stay still. The thought of a sharp blade stroking against your most sensitive area has your mind reeling.

Dave’s icy voice sounds from between your legs. “Look at you. Nowhere to go, completely at my mercy. How’s that feel, huh?”

A strangled sob breaks free from your throat and you can see Dave pause, his eyes flying up to your face and the blade’s steely hardness disappearing from your skin.

“Color, sweetheart,” he commands, his tone still firm but much gentler than moments ago. You harshly suck in a breath. You’re scared, yes, but you can also feel the wetness pooling between your thighs, the danger and the complete lack of control turning you on beyond belief. You trust Dave, more than you have ever trusted any man, not to hurt you. Not against your will, at least.

“G-green, sir,” you force out between trembling lips. You remember too late that you’re not supposed to be calling him ‘sir’ right now, but he doesn’t mention it.

“Are you sure?” he inquires carefully, “it’s fine, you know I won’t be mad, if-“, but you shake your head resolutely.

“I’m sure, I promise. It’s scary, but I- I like it,” you admit, your face turning hot at the admission.

A wolfish grin stretches across his face, making it hard to believe that he was concerned about you being afraid mere seconds ago. “Shit. You’re even more depraved than I thought,” he mutters, moving the blade back to your center, causing you to freeze again. “Bet you’d let me do anything to you, so fucking desperate for it, ain’t that right?” You whine your agreement and he chuckles.

He moves over you, the knife ghosting across your skin, circling around your nipples and causing you to shudder, until he holds it up in front of your face again. The metal is shining with your juices and he tuts at you.

“Messy little slut, your needy pussy just can’t help herself, can she?” He studies your face, contemplating for a moment, before his eyes turn even darker. “Open up,” he orders, and you obey without a conscious thought. “Tongue out.”

You think you know where this is going and suppress a shudder as you slowly stretch your tongue out of your mouth. “Good girl,” Dave coos and pats your cheek condescendingly, “let’s clean up your mess, yeah?”

A whimper rises up in your throat as he, very carefully, wipes the blade on your tongue. You’re stock still, feeling your wetness transferring from the knife to your tongue. Your pussy is clenching wildly around nothing. When Dave is satisfied, he withdraws his hand and places the knife back on the nightstand.

Having received no other command, you’re still waiting with your mouth open when he’s back in front of you. He chuckles. “Well, if you’re asking for it.” His spit lands on your tongue and a moan climbs up in your throat. Dave watches for several seconds as you’re looking up at him, obediently waiting, before he tells you to swallow.

He stands up from the bed and finally starts to undress. You’re watching eagerly, your hands twitching to touch him, causing the handcuffs to bite into your wrists, which already feel raw.

You think that you might go insane if he doesn’t fuck you right now. Dave has lifted your arousal to new heights tonight, all while barely touching you, and now you’re hungrily drinking the sight of him in.

Your eyes are almost glued to his cock when he returns to you and he laughs, grabbing your chin roughly and tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “What do you want, sweetheart?” he asks, almost gently, if it weren’t for the cold edge in his voice.

“W-want you to fuck me, please,” you whisper, your voice almost breaking. He’s so close, you can feel his cock against your core.

Dave clicks his tongue. “I think you can ask prettier than that. Beg me, like the cock-hungry little slut that we both know you are.” He slides his length through your slick folds, nudging at your clit, and your hips buck helplessly at the sensation. Fresh tears of desperation spring into your eyes.

“Please, I-“ he prods at your entrance teasingly and you interrupt yourself with a gasp, “I need it so bad, need you to fill me up. Please, Mr. York, I’ll do anything, just please.”

Another slap hits your cheek, causing you to sob out a moan. “You’ll do anything regardless, because I tell you to, you dumb slut. But, since you asked so nicely-“

He sheathes himself in your heat in one harsh thrust, sliding all the way in and splitting you open. He doesn’t give you time to adjust, immediately starting to pound into you in deep thrusts, punching the air out of your lungs repeatedly. You’re crying, gasping his name as he grabs hold of your hair, using it to hold your body steady as his thrusts grow deeper, nudging at your cervix.

You’re twitching under him, pain and pleasure swirling around and mixing in your body until it’s all just one overwhelming sensation. “Please, I’m gonna, I-“ You can barely talk, but Dave nods, reaching down between your bodies and rubbing a finger over your clit in quick circles.

“Look at me when you come, been such a good girl, fuck-“ He’s panting too, his pupils blown wide.

When your orgasm hits you, it’s like a dam breaks, all the tension inside of you exploding into tiny particles. Your whole body seizes up, trembling and spasming as you grow impossibly tight around him, basically holding him as your walls clench wildly around him and he stills, spilling his cum deep inside of you. You’re crying out his name, your vision swimming as you try to keep your eyes on him. Waves of pleasure keep washing over you until you finally come down, a shuddering mess, tears still streaming down your face.

Dave cups your face between his hands, kissing you wildly, before he reaches up and quickly undoes the handcuffs, gathering your wrists in his hands and gently bringing your arms down to your sides.

“Are you alright?” he asks between kisses, his voice low and raspy against your lips. You nod, giving him an exhausted smile.

“…Yeah. ‘m great,” you mumble, barely able to string two sentences together. “It was- was fun,” you add, your arms wrapping around his neck.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he murmurs, staring down at you, before he kisses your forehead.

“My perfect girl.”

Dividers by @/saradika <3

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adorehyyuka · 10 months

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bratty!Tae <3

smut mdni

warnings: sub! taehyun . . .duh, he's tied up, sex toys, degradation, face slapping, hair pulling, derogatory names, slight dacryphilia,mean reader, overstimulation, edging, spanking ?? implied cheating (he was out smooching other men 😞) , mentions of pillow humping, he's a good boy guys :( [lies] idk I feel weird about this one, don't really like it (cries) lmk if I missed anything!

"you still wanna fuck around and be a brat now ? hm ? answer me or that's one more time I'll edge you before you're allowed to come." you spoke with a rough tone, upping the pace of taehyun's fleshlight that you were currently pumping up and down his red cock.

"no, 'm not a brat ! I'm a good boy, I'm your good boy—fuck !" the surprisingly pleasurable new pace of your hand had him digging his feet into the mattress to try and get more of it, blabbing the words he thought you wanted to hear so you'd let up your torture. you scoffed.

"oh, you are definitely not a good boy."

taehyun had been acting like a brat all day, rubbing up against you whenever you were trying to get important things done. toying with you whenever he was around other people, flirting with them and not paying any mind to you or your clenched jaw. he constantly teased you in public by grabbing your waist, your chest, your ass and by pressing open mouthed kisses against your neck.

so no, you did not think he had been a good boy and therefore the reason why he was now tied to the headboard with drool and tears everywhere. at first you thought it might be a bit much, but then you noticed how his eyes sparkled when you pulled out a vibrating butt plug and just knew you had to take it up a notch.

he sniffled and pulled at his wrist restraints. "no ! I have been a good boy, I'm not a brat !" lies, he knew they were.

"yeah ? you think you deserve to come ?"

"yes ! yes, I deserve to come, I've been so fucking good !"

you pouted mockingly, mimicking his whines and sobs.

"I don't know, baby . . . do you think feeling beomgyu up was being good ? you were all over him not even an hour ago, practically jerking him off that's how close your hand was." at the mention of his best friend he began to wail, his head shaking in denial to your statement although he knew what you were saying was true. he only did it to rile you up though !

"t-that was an accident ! didn't mean to. . . 'm so fucking close please !" you laughed and pressed the button to up the vibrations while squeezing your hand around his dick. taehyun squealed, twisting his body to try and escape the overwhelming feeling but also yearning for more.

"you didn't mean to ? saw you giving him a hickey, Tae. was that an accident too? your mouth just happened to fall there ?"

"mhm ! was an accident I swear !" he could have sworn he was getting through to you with his pathetic lies, not really realising how stupid they sounded when he was so close to his eagerly awaited orgasm. but then he heard you chuckle lowly, and then he felt all the stimulation stop.

"you're full of shit, sweetheart." you ignored his mewls and cries of protest, instead groping his ass which was covered in red handprints you'd inflicted upon him earlier. "you were gonna come weren't you ? without telling me, hmm. such a spoiled brat"

"no ! wasn't gonna come !"

"don't lie to me, whore." you landed a slap to his face, grinning as you saw his eyes welling up and his body shiver in delight.

" 'm not a fucking whore . . ." taehyun growled, the tone in which you spoke had him clenching his thighs together in an attempt to get some friction. but when he realised he wasn't feeling anything apart from the sting of his face and the throb of his angry cock he began to mewl out once more.

"didn't I tell you not to lie ?," shit you were pissed, taehyun knew he was absolutely fucked.

"lay down and don't fucking move, if you want to come so badly I'll let you. you're gonna tell me how many times you've kissed Beomgyu, that's how many times you'll come." you spoke through gritted teeth, grabbing your boyfriend's black locks with force and tugging.

the motion had him moaning out. sucking in choked breaths through his teeth. he had to think for a moment, as embarrassing as it was to admit your harsh words and actions had left him a little dumbed down. "five!"

"ah, that's an odd number. why don't we round up to six ?"

taehyun gasped at your words, scrambling to argue, to protest, anything that might save his poor dick from falling off once you were finished with him.

"c-can't do that !"

"awe boohoo, little slut. you'll do it either way. c'mon, start humping your pillow like the pathetic bitch you are."

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madamechrissy · 1 month

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♡ Time after Time ♡

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ ♡ CEO! Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Warnings ♡ ♡ MDNI- Excessive teasing, edging, like all damn day, orgasm denial, sweet sex/love making (It's a cute chap)

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ Gojo Satoru is your boss And you've been his head assistant for over two years now. You do everything for him, including and not limited to cleaning his messes, picking out his clothes, and writing his speeches. Sixteen hour days... night calls... You are tired of being overworked and at his beck and call. You decide you are going to put in your two weeks notice. He is shocked, and wants to try to keep you, because you're the best. But you know better. Right? . You really wanna fucking quit. You also wanna fuck him. Also, fuck him.

A/N (Kinda has 'two weeks notice' vibes a bit! No use of y/n.) Fully finished on Ao3 but I'm going to slowly get it all up here! (Gojo's POV in itallics)

Chapter 10 - Masterlist

Chapter 11

With the morning sun streaming through the window, the reality of your sleep confession was hitting you like a damn tidal wave. There was no turning back now, your stupid sleep talk habit had just admitted it all for you. Instead of answering, you cover your face in your hands, sighing, but he leans across the table, pushing them down and looking at you.

A smirk formed as he studied your embarrassed face, that somewhat shy demeanor gone as he read you like a book. “You said it several l times, never leave me, love you, comfy Satoru .”

“I hate you!” You scowled, and then he was laughing, grinning wide like the Mad Hatter.

“You certainly don’t hate me in your sleep.”

“I’m awake now.” You cross your arms, huffing.

“You are. So, is it true? You love me?”

“Ugh!”

He was between your thighs, then, out of nowhere as if he’d just appeared, hands warm on your bare thighs, looking at you while on his knees. “I asked you a question, brat.”

“I’m not answering.”

“Scared? Aww, that’s cute.” He was caressing your face, blue eyes dancing with mischief.

“Yes… I am… scared.” You manage to choke out, wishing the floor would swallow you whole. He'd chuckled, his eyes sparkling with an almost predatory amusement.

“Interesting.” He slid his fingers down your thighs, making you tremble. “I've never had someone profess their love to me in their sleep before. Makes you wonder what other secrets you keep while you're unconscious. It’s a fantasy of me and Suguru, isn’t it?”

You smacked at him, at his wink, his taunt. “You’re so annoying! You’re never letting me live this down, are you?”

“Never. Just admit it.”

“You’re…. I…”

“Words.” He kisses up your thigh, spreading them wide, flicking his tongue on the soft skin of your inner thigh and making you moan. “Use your words.”

“No words for you. Just… mmm keep doing that.” You raise your hips up, sighing in pleasure, as his deft fingers yanked your shorts to the side, revealing how eager and wet you always were for this asshole.

Sweet asshole.

Fuck he was actually caring and sweet?

“Mnh. Satoru, please.” You beg, as his kisses tease you, just near your aching pussy lips but never actually on them, a whole torture, making you grab at his silky hair, entwining your fingers in a grip. He stayed still, those eyes seductive as fuck as he watched you from down there.

“No. Don’t think I will.” He grinned, putting your shorts back and patting your legs, coming to stand and bending down over you.

“Ugh. I said please.” You pout, batting your eyelashes at him, but to no avail, he was too far gone now.

“I’ll not be doing anything till you say it.”

“You won’t touch me till I say I love you?!” You demand incredulously. He kisses the side of your neck, then bites the shit out of you, hard, his sharp teeth tearing at your skin as his being tore at your senses.

“I won’t let you cum, sweetheart. I need you to be honest.” He pulled back fully, the cool air under the vent making your bitten neck sting, making you wetter.

“Satoru…”

“Oh you’ll do it. You’ll fucking beg for me.” He popped a kiss on your head and caressed your hair.

“Why?”

“Because I want to hear you say it. Awake.”

You sigh, leaning your head back. “You’re annoying.”

“You’re stubborn.”

You huff, standing, and catching his arm before he turns away. Emotion hits your throat. There was a flicker of something else in his eyes, a hint of something deeper, despite the teasing. The air was filled with both of your unspoken desires, the tension building until it was almost unbearable in just that moment you two stood in the kitchen, watching each other.

You place your hands on his hard chest, aching for him in every way, why were you so afraid? “I am scared.” You whisper.

“Be brave, little brat.” He murmurs, and it’s quiet in your little kitchen, aside from your tremulous breathing and pounding heart.

“I don’t wanna lose this.” You feel tears in your eyes, and he smiles, a little wistful at you, taking in the features of your face.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

You take a breath for courage. “Fine… Satoru, I-” Your phone started blaring, as did his, your alarms simultaneously blare. You both turn them off, and then you’re back in his arms, opening your mouth…

The phone rings.

“Fuck.” Satoru grumbles, running a hand through his hair and snatching the call up. “This better be good. Oh, yeah mom, what? I’m busy. I know.”

Your eyes widen, heart going triple time, as if it would fall out of your chest, as Gojo glares down at you.

“Yeah yeah, I know. Oh. Well… shit…” His brows furrow a bit, and you’re aching to know what the fuck was being said.

“What is it?” You mouth, then he snorts at whatever his mom says, before eyeing you up and down.

“Oh, I know her size all right. Gotta be suited for how big her tits are.”

“Gojo!” You gasp, smacking at him, and he’s laughing like a psycho.

“Just your tits are big, not the rest of you. Well… you have a nice ass too. God, women… so sensitive. Yeah, yeah, take her side, why don’t you? FIne.” He smirks as you’re bright red with anger, like to just smother him. “Mom wants to buy you a dress for tomorrow. She also wants to say hi to you.”

“Oh!” You are red for a different reason now, sputtering as your lips move but no sound comes out.

“She kinda looks like a fish right now.” You smack his arm. “A cute fish!”

“Shut it.” You hold out your hand, and he laughs, handing you it. “Mrs. Gojo, I’m so sorry your son is…”

“Oh, I know he is, trust me.” Came the warm but elegant voice on the line. “I have been wanting to meet you before tomorrow’s ceremony. I am going to be in town in a few hours. Satoru has been going on and on about you.”

You smile, and Gojo glares, making you feel like having some payback. “Oh, has he been? Well, I would love to meet you.”

“Perfect. We’ll meet at four, get you out of work a little early, and then we will grab a bite to eat and get you an outfit.”

“You don’t have to-”

“Nonsense. You may be the only respectable girl my son has dated. I need to see this for myself.”

You giggle at that, and Gojo is fuming. “I appreciate it, we will see you then! Did you want to say bye to him?”

“Sure sure. Bye for now.”

“Bye! Here.” You hand Gojo the phone, and his smirk is gone, replaced by one of irritation and an eye roll.

“Uh huh. Yeah. Knew you all would get along, such bitchy- you will not whip me, I’m twenty eight! You can try. Fine, fine. Love you too.”

He hung up the phone and you burst out into laughter, holding your tummy, he is scowling, and snatches you up, spinning you and bending you over the table with a quickness that left you dizzy. Your laughs die off, but they’re still there, in little breathy pants that you cannot stop from happening.

“I’ll teach you a lesson, brat.” He smacked you on your bare ass hard, making you laugh harder for some unknown reason. “Something funny?”

“Yes! You! Ah, ouch!” He smacked you again, and then something else took hold, as he grabbed your ass hard, making your pussy ache once more.

“You’re a little bitch. You know that?”

You peek back at him, your ass in the air, face pink, eyes glittering, and just smirk at him, driving his fucking crazy. “Am I?”

Smack.

Rub.

“Mnh.” You’re gripping the table, legs trembling, as he dominates you, now sliding a finger against your slick cunt, moaning softly as he elicits a cry from you.

“You like this, don’t you? You’re such a slut for me.” He slides one of his long fingers in your pussy, making you cry out, and his other hand is yanking you by your messy hair and bringing you up, so that your back was arched, stretched, tears pricking your eyes from pain. “You want it?”

“Yes, yes, please.” You reach behind you, trying to feel for his cock, but he stops you. “Please, Satoru.”

“Please, what?”

“Fuck me. Here. Now.” You’re grinding your ass against his hard cock, and his fingers reach around to tease your clit. Pleasure was pulsing through you. “Please. I want you… so much.”

“Ah ah, nope.” He lets go of you, gently so you don’t fall, but smirks, sucking on his fingers that had just touched you, making the throbbing of your cunt around nothing a million times worse.

“I said please though.” He grins, darkly, that madness in his eyes you see when he pushes cum back in you, only rare glimpses, scary but hot as fuck.

“I said, only after you admit it.”

“I… okay then… I-”

Your phone rings.

“Fuck!”

Gojo throws his head back in laughter, and then you are sighing, as you both realize no one has won this battle, but it is going to continue.

“You’re gonna be at work all aching and wet.” He taunts with a whisper, and you tremble at his words.

“Fuck off.”

“I like you when you’re asleep more. Maybe I will become a Somnophiliac. Wouldn’t have to deal with that mouth running.”

You sigh then, pulling him to you, kissing him with everything you have, your entire body shaking. He exhales, falling into it for a moment before you pull away. “We will talk about this later. Yeah?”

He kisses you now, intense, hands on either side of your face. “Oh I’m absolutely not letting this go. But yeah, later. Come on.”

***

“Well, if it isn’t the famous assistant! And new girlfriend.” Gojo’s mom greeted you warmly as she met you two in the steak house later that day, giving Gojo a hug then coming to you and holding your hands, smiling. Her green eyes sparkled, and she was as pretty as a supermodel, you muse, elegant and tall and so pretty.

“It’s so nice to meet you Mrs. Gojo!” You lean in and peck a kiss on her cheek, and she laughs, throaty and full hearted, voice and demeanor warm.

“Please, call me Masako.” She kissed your cheek too, then you all sat down, next to Gojo and now across from his mother. “Satoru has been telling me about you for years now, honestly…”

Gojo scoffed, a playful blush creeping up his cheeks. “Have not, aside from saying how annoying you are.” He peered at you, and you scowled at him. His mom laughs once more. Despite his feigned annoyance, his gaze lingered on you, a silent reassurance that he was proud to have you by his side.

“Sure sure, Satoru. She is certainly as lovely as you described.”

“Ugh!” He slumped in his chair like an angry child, and you relished in the pink on his cheeks now so apparent.

“You’re cute when you blush.” You say with a wink, he flips you off, picking up a menu and pretending to ignore you. “You’re lovely as well! I see where Gojo gets these good genetics.”

“Ah, his father was a handsome shithead too.” She dismisses with a wave, and you realize you do not know much about Gojo’s life growing up, as close as you two were. You both still had a lot of learning to do. You wanted to know everything about him, what made him tick, things that you hoped he would feel okay telling you in time.

“I’m prettier than he was.” Gojo mumbles. You put a hand on his, and his clutched yours, you didn't ask but silently let him know you're here with him, as he was with you.

“Prettier than me?” Masako asks.

“Well, no.”

“Aww that’s cute!” Gojo pinches you hard on the leg, and you struggle to hold in the ‘ouch’ as to not make a further spectacle in the restaurant.

“He has his moments.” Masako mused, picking up the menu as well, her silky silver hair glistening. “Thank you both for seeing me, I really wanted to catch up a bit and see if we can keep Satoru’s head on straight.”

“What, think imma fuck it up?”

“I’m worried, yes. You tend to self sabotage. I am glad she’s here to help you though. Thus, she will need to look perfect.”

“I do agree on that. We need some fire outfits. Want me to order for you, baby?” Gojo asks, as you peer at the menu, hand on your thigh. You nod, shyly, the pet name in public, with his mom, feeling so good you couldn’t describe.

Soon the waiter is coming and you all eat and talk, enjoying each other.

***

After lunch, you venture into a high-end boutique, and Masako, with an eye for fashion that rivaled Gojo's own, helped you pick out various gowns to try on, and soon you had a whole handful of dresses, glittering, sequined, gorgeous. It was a little overwhelming.

“Go on, go on, we’re waiting.” Masako said, and then she sat next to Gojo, who was sipping proffered champagne that they were offering, sitting on a plush velvet settee. The place was fancier than you could even fathom. Just one dress was worth more than your savings.

“Need help changing?” Gojo asked with a wink, and you shake your head quickly, ignoring his laugh as you turn, smirking when you hear his mother thwack him good, you really liked her.

You close the curtain and take out the first dress, a bright yellow peplum dress, that you thought looked quite pretty but not on your skin tone. You struggle to zip it up and peer at it in the mirror, spinning this way and that, before walking out to the two. Satoru looked up and laughed.

“You look like a fucking highlighter!” His mom shoved him, and you broke into laughter, shaking your head.

“Satoru!”

“It’s okay, I kind of do.” You giggle, turning a bit. “Can you unzip it? I’ll try another one.” Gojo comes to you, one hand on your upper back while the other eases the zipper down, just the little contact making you crave more, body being denied earlier.

“A pretty highlighter.” He whispers, then walks back, leaving you amused as you go to try on the next. This one was a shimmering emerald green, slinky and clinging to your body, shimmering every which way.

You step out once more, and this time Gojo’s eyes raked you in up and down with pleasure, smirking as he noticed your blush. His mother makes a pleased sound, sipping the champagne with a smile as well, standing and walking to you, circling you while tapping on her chin.

“Green is stunning on you. Ooh, I like this one. What do you think, Satoru? Don’t say a highlighter again.”

Gojo snorts at that, leaning back and crossing his legs casually, assessing you in a way that makes your nerves go crazy. “A mermaid this time.”

“Mermaid is good, yeah?” You ask, and he grins like some demon.

“It’s good.”

“Try on the rest first then we’ll decide!” His mom shoos you back in, and you try on three more dresses, each getting compliments and critiques from Masako, and joking comments from Gojo.

Your heart flutters with each of his compliments, even the sarcastic tone he said them in. You get this odd yearning to tell him how much you loved him, to confess the feelings that had been simmering beneath the surface, ones your unconscious self had no issue saying. Yet, the words remained trapped in your throat for now. But you knew you would have to tell him soon.

The last dress flowed effortlessly around you, a shimmering azure that could never match Gojo’s eyes, but it sure was close. It was a beautiful silk and felt so good on your skin. You finish zipping this one up on the side, peering at your reflection, and you realize how beautiful you look with the blue making your skin glow, your eyes brighter, hugging your curves.

You nervously walked out, and Gojo stared at you, lips parted, a flicker of something in his gaze that you couldn't quite decipher. His teasing smirk was gone, replaced by one that reminded you of that night in the limo on your birthday, that look of shock.

“You look…” He began, his voice husky as he walked to you. His mom was talking to one of the workers, so for a moment, it was the two of you. His hand took one of yours and he spun you, assessing the low dip of the dress in the back, then back around. You felt like a Princess.

“I look…” He cleared his throat, as if realizing he hadn’t finished his sentence, then he bent low, brushing your hair back off your shoulders, sighing softly. As he looked to you, the rest of the world faded away. The man that just called you a fucking highlighter, and earlier a fish, had you melting with just a touch.

Fuck you adored him.

“You look beautiful." The way he said it, the way his gaze lingered, sent a shiver down your spine, the emotion behind it had you aching. You wanted to reach for him, to pull him close and whisper those three words, heavy in your heart.

“Thank you, Satoru.” You murmur, shyly looking down, but he tilts your chin up, and you stare into those eyes, eyes that clearly adored you as well.

Emotion catches in your throat.

“Well look at you!” His mother interrupts the crazy reverie in your mind, walking towards you all, you expected Gojo to let go but he stays there, just staring. His mom puts a hand on his shoulder. “She’s a vision, isn’t she?”

“She sure is.” Gojo’s voice is a little hoarse even, as he kisses your forehead, and it feels more intimate than anything, before he eases back.

Gojo and his mother smile as they study you. “That’s the dress, it’s perfection! Did you want me to get the green dress for another event?”

“Oh no, please, it’s already too much.” You nervously entwine your hands together.

“I’ll buy her the green one.” Gojo says, and you smile, thinking of how much you adore this man, fucking Gojo, as he grabs the dress, handing it to his mom along with his card. He then grabbed the tag off the dress you wore. “Here mom, go ahead and pay, I’ll help her out of this.”

“Got it. I’ll go settle up and wait for you two out front.” His mom said, and then Gojo was helping you into the room, and stood behind you, unzipping the zipper gently, carefully, until it fell off of you.

You hold on to the dress around your breasts, smiling at his reflection at first, but it was hungry, wild, eyes dilated so much it was pure blue. You feel yourself tremble at the gaze. “Thank you, Satoru.”

He took you into his arms then, and it was like a dam had broken, you two were devouring each other, you tilting back to face him, and he was kissing you, like something you’d never felt. The passion and the way your tongues entwined was so heady it felt as if you were floating, falling deeper and deeper, his hands taking in every inch of your body.

“Mnh, Satoru… what are you-” He cuts you off then, a hand to your mouth, and he has his hand between your thighs, up under the long dress that barely clung to you, sliding a finger inside you, making you scream silently against his palm as the sensation hits. He finds your g spot with ridiculous ease, massaging it, for he knew your body so well, every inch of it already.

He knew you.

Satoru studies your eyes as he gives you pleasure, and you’re both quiet, you clinging to the shoulders of his suit as he crooks his finger up, making you see stars in the little dressing room. He has you so close against him as his second finger stretches you, your wetness making the lewdest little noise for just your own ears. His bright eyes held something intense in them as he brought you higher.

“Fucking beautiful.” He was whispering, and you tried to remove his hand, to say it, you needed to, but he pressed harder, thumb finding your clit, and your breathing went erratic, entire body tight, ready to fucking explode. You yank his hand down, and kiss him then, leg up around his hips.

“Mmn. Satoru…” You whisper, but shuts you up with his kisses, then pulls his hand away just before you’re ready. He grins, and realizing what he was doing, you scowl, shoving at him.

“Not till you say you love me. Won’t even get to cum, poor little thing. So close too.” He purred the words, then slid your dress off your trembling body.

“If you had let me speak, I was going to… but no, you gotta be all angsty and dom and shit. Ugh!” You shove at him, getting dressed quickly, and he sighs, pulling you against him for a moment.

“Were you really?” The vulnerability ate at you. You nod.

“You’re such a dick.” You mumble, body aching, throbbing for release, having been teased all fucking day. “I fucking hurt.”

“Aww, poor baby.” He bit the words out, and then you push past him out of the dressing room, struggling to breathe. He laughs at that, snatching your hand up and walking out with you, grinning like he’d won.

“Bet your little cunt is just throbbing.” You look up at him wide eyed.

“You’re a whole monster.”

“Sure am.” Soon you all are saying bye to his mother, planning for tomorrow. You refuse to go to his place, and then you all are just arguing in the car as Kiyotaka is made to drive back and forth.

“My place.”

“Mine.”

“No!”

“Why not?”

“Because my fucking pussy hurts enough.” You say it through gritted teeth, and he’s relishing in it, every atom in this tall fucking man happy that you hurt, that he had caused this state.

“You did it to yourself.” He says with a casual shrug. You groan, leaning back in the seat, covering your face.

“Yeah, I know.”

It’s silent, you hear Kiyotaka’s blinker click as the car gently rolls you both, to what destination, none of you knew.

“Just come stay with me. I won’t torture your pussy anymore.” Gojo promises, making you sigh, looking up at him.

“You’re enjoying this. Sadistic ass.”

“Maybe a bit.” He leans over you, brushing your hair back. “Please stay the night though?”

You brush his hair back, nodding. “Can’t turn down your stupid puppy dog eyes, can I?”

“Never.” He orders Kiyotaka, who at this point you felt bad for, then he was on top of you once more, kissing down your neck. “Mom loved you.”

You smile at that, tilting your head so he could get better access, his lips pecking their way down gently. “I loved her.”

“I’m glad. It was really nice actually.”

You pause, for usually Gojo was not so openly sincere. Then things hit you, last night, how he’d been there for you, holding you through your pain. Now he was here, yes torturing you, but he was the man you've fallen for. He was yours. Your hands cup his face, thumb brushing on his lower lip thoughtfully. He nips at your finger teasingly, with a small little smirk.

“It was really nice. I was so glad to meet her. Meeting my boyfriend’s mom is kind of a new concept so far.” Satoru helps you sit up, and then he’s hugging you. You snuggle against him, inhaling his clean scent.

“Good.” There was something unspoken, lingering between the two of you as you rode to Gojo’s place.

***

“Mmm, that’s yummy! Thank you.” Gojo wiped the whipped cream that slid on the corner of your mouth, licking it off his thumb, the flickering flames from his lit fireplace casting glows on his gorgeous skin, reflecting in the azure pools of his eyes that were full of humor.

You both were sitting on a fluffy dark gray rug, backs against one of his couches, as you went over what you had written so far, adding the final touches. Gojo fed you strawberries with whipped cream, and you were ridiculously happy despite the ache between your thighs. How the man could be so romantic one minute, and so dark the next confused and intrigued you.

Gojo runs a finger across your jaw, kissing you then, and you sigh, pulling back a bit, giggling as he pouts full lips.

“We’re almost done! Then we can kiss.” You peck at his cheek, and he wraps an arm around you, chin on your head, reading over it with you.

“It’s perfect as usual. What should I add?”

“It’s your speech, your award, Satoru.”

“Should be yours.”

“No…” He kissed the top of your head, hand rubbing up and down your arm, fingertips making you tremble. “I help of course but you do a lot. Don’t sit here and discount yourself.”

“Before you I did a lot more. Then… well then you came and did everything so good, so perfect, and I came to rely on it. Like some drug.” His voice was quiet, his words sincere, and you blinked a bit as you looked up, in his arms, his pretty face so full of doubt.

“I also did too much, though. To lose myself in my work, honestly. So It’s understandable.”

“Sure maybe. But I used you.”

“You could use me now.” You tease, and he gives you a charming half smile, running a hand down your curves then, slowly, from your breast to your hips, and back again, every touch lingering.

“Slut.” He murmured, and the word sounded like silk from his lips, dirty but somehow really fucking sweet. Gojo is kissing you again, sensual, possesing your entire mouth, and something was just different, every kiss, every caress, so careful and sweet. “I don’t want to lose you.”

His husky voice was so full of emotion you felt yourself overwhelmed, searching his face. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Promise me. Even if I’m stupid?”

“You could stand to think before you do things. But no, I don’t plan on going anywhere, this has just started really and I…” You bite your lip, lashes lowering. “I am really happy.”

He smiled then, looking more like the Satoru you know and loved.

Loved.

Satoru pecked little kisses down your throat, tickling you with those soft lips, and you arched your back, hips moving on their own, hands entwining in his silky hair as your head fell back in pleasure. “I want to keep you.” His whisper tore at you, his vulnerability.

“Then keep me.” Your lips smashed together once more, and a familiar ache throbbed between your thighs, one that he’d been building all day, while longing made your chest tighten. “I only want you, Satoru, only you.” Your confession was a whisper, emotion in your voice.

“I only want you.” He was so serious, so intimate, it ripped down any hope of a last defense. The tension between you two was unreal, both of you so open, both scared but trying, raw to each other.

You could feel the words on the tip of your tongue, words you kept trying to shove down, to reason away why, how, what, all your analytical bullshit. He stopped your thoughts when he got on top of you, flipping you on your back. He was holding your delicate wrists in a tight grip, pressing you into the plush rug, head lowering over yours, lips so close.

You are moaning against his mouth, and something feels different, by the crackling fire, the plush underneath you tickling your skin, and he was so gentle with you, every touch soft and feather light. He slipped your shirt off you, staring down, gaze just drinking you in, and your hips arched up, wriggling under him for contact, your hands gripping his soft shirt.

“You’re perfect.” He murmured, grabbing your breasts with his palms, thumbs playing with the peaks, making them grow taut, aching for more. His lips kissed down one, tongue gently flicking one as his hand played the other. You cry out at the contact, heat spreading like fire.

“Satoru… I- I do… love you. I love you.”

Satoru Gojo paused, leaning up on his hands fast above you, his azure eyes shooting down to yours in shock. Your chest is rising and falling, bare breasts and taut little nipples, his hands still on them, pressing them up, but he faltered at your words, then something relaxed in him, and he eased.

“Yeah? Not just sleep talk?” You smile softly, shaking your head.

“No, it was not just sleep talk. I love you, Satoru. So fucking much that it hurts. Sleeping or awake.”

You said it, fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

It felt good?

It felt scary.

A moment passes, silent, just your eyes staring into each other.

Gojo kissed you then, deep, grabbing your hips, pulling you against his hard body, lips devouring you, and you relaxed, knowing you had not fucked this up, that he still wanted you. Your tummy trembles, desire pooling in it, drenching you between your thighs, feeling like you and him were the only things in the world, heady and addicting, falling apart.

“You’re fucking in love with me, are you?” He slid a hand down your tummy, under your shorts, finding your bundle of nerves slick with desire, aching so much your jerk at the pleasure, gasping.

“Mnh! Oh god, I’ll never live it down… You’ll torture me about it.” You mumble, he sighs, breath hot against your lips, a softness in his smile.

“Nah, never living it down.” He runs his middle finger in little circles on your clit, lust in his gaze, watching you turn to putty in his hands. “I’ll keep making you say it, too, stroke my ego.”

“You’re such a dick. Ah!” He slid two fingers in you, hitting just so, where you were so sensitive you couldn’t stand it, moaning when that spot hit and you saw stars every fucking time, where he’d hit in the dressing room… fuck.

“Guess what, little brat?” He demanded, voice dark, silken. You struggle to put a word together as he slides off your shorts finally, having just had them shoved to the side.

“Wh-what?” You struggle to find any sense of self, body hot, as he slid in between your thighs, positioning himself at your entrance, hard and thick and covering himself in your slick, tip against your folds. Your hands are on his shoulders, tugging at his shirt, he slides it up over his body, tossing it aside.

“I fucking love you too.” You gasped, and before you could comprehend the foreign words out of his pretty lips, like some fever dream, Satoru thrust his hard cock inside of you. So deep you nearly screamed, hips bucking up, and he stayed there, filling your aching hole, so deep.

“You-you… how? What … Mnh.” Words couldn't form.

He laughed then, pulling back to slide inside of you again, pulling your upper body down on the length of his cock, one of your legs on his arms, the other down around his hip. He starts hitting at such an angle you lose vision again, already embarrassingly close to coming, fucking you senseless.

“What do you mean ‘how’?” He slid his length out and back in, studying your every expression with fervor as he stretched you, as your back arched and your head fell back, entrapped in his being.

Satoru’s grip tightened, bruising, while he was keeping this torturous slow but hard fucking pace, and every time he hit deeper, you lost more of any sense you had left to you, if any, teetering on the edge of losing it. He kissed you brutally, with everything, and you cried out into his mouth, pleasure pulsing around his hard cock, and he hissed, tensing.

Gojo started fucking you faster, now, so passionate, consumed in you as you were him, and before you knew it you were on top, rolling your hips, cumming again, wetness slick on his stomach as you grinded. He groaned, hands on your hips, thin brows together, eyes lidded. He reached out and played your clit with his thumb, and you were leaning back on his thighs now.

“So fucking beautiful.” He sat up, wrapping an arm around you, kissing your throat as you rode his cock.

“Fuck… Ah! I’m cumming.” You managed to whimper, and he picked up your hips then, fucking into you, your tits bouncing in his face. Gojo’s cock is hitting every spot, sliding in your tightening walls, bringing you there again. Each stroke made you lose it more, lose any bit of restraint, and you were screaming and crying, his dick so good it hurt.

“That’s my pretty girl, keep cumming for me.” He kissed your lips, and your thighs grew sore as you grinded on him again, consumed by him. Gojo's hands grabbed your rounded ass, helping you bounce up and down him, you both were dripping with sweat, kisses sloppier by the minute, trail of saliva hanging between you. More and more, you’re gasping for breath when you part for just a moment.

He looked up at you, breathtakingly handsome, and you felt so pretty then, as if you were the only thing he saw, and truly saw, deep inside of you. It made you start to tear up, and he noticed, pausing his thrusts, kissing your salty tears. You shuddered against him, and he eased you on your back again, caressing your hair, sliding back in you, and your tears wouldn’t stop.

“Baby am I hurting you?” Gojo asks, tense as he held himself still, and you shake your head, struggling for words. “You sure? I can ease up.”

“No. No. Feels good. So so good.” He eased out a bit, kissing you, biting your lower lip, being so gentle as he just let you sit there, his cock giving you so much delicious pressure.

“You’re crying.” He swiped more tears.

“I love it, is all. A lot.”

“Yeah?” You nod, then wriggle as he pushes in more, pushing your legs higher, fucking you deep, steady, as you fucking lose it more and more.

“Yes. Yes. Mmhmm. Unh.” He smiles, and starts going faster, picking his pace up, delicious in each fucking stroke, sweat dripping down his brow and onto your face, intermingling with your own tears. “Love… you. Satoru. Mnh I’m dumb.”

“You are. In love with a fucking idiot.” He kisses you again, and you laugh, breathy, before your head tilts back, and his hand is right under your chin, squeezing your cheeks, making you face him. “Look at me.”

Your tears made you choke up then, as he kissed you, whispering your name against your lips, and you inhale each other, breathe each other, falling deeper with each thrust, with each touch, each glance. Your tears don’t stop, so intense a feeling you could not even place it, had never felt it, so whole finally. Emptiness was filled with his kisses, his touches, his every gaze.

“Cum with me, my pretty little brat.”

His words were a velvety caress, as his hand found your clit again, oversensitive, and you’re shattering, everything fuzzy. You feel every nerve ending lighting on fire with pleasure, feeling so amazing when he came inside of you it was like you were just floating. He is moaning, kissing you as he pumped your pussy full, and it felt so fucking intimate it was unreal.

You lay there, spent, tears still falling, and he’s kissing you, caressing your sweaty forehead and damp hair back. You sigh, kissing him back, heart thudding in your ears, still connected together, and grow immediately exhausted, so wiped out from it all. He’d pulled every emotion and feeling, and you felt so much it hurt.

“You’re getting sappy.” He said, on his elbows, brushing your tears with his thumbs. Your lips trembled as you took a breath, and he eases out of you, making you both hiss a bit.

“I am, aren’t I? Want me bitchy?”

“I’ll take you both ways.” Your lips meet in soft little brushes, as you slowly come down to Earth a bit. “Did I fuck you to tears hmm?”

You scoff at that. “You kinda made love to me.”

“I told you that was our next one, remember?” You nod, exhaling, both of your bodies sweating as the fire warmed you, just staring at each other. “You didn’t think I could either.”

“I just know you like to be a whole fucking freak.” He grins. “Nothing wrong with it but this surprised me.”

“I waited for the perfect time. You’re all crying and professing your love for me, after all.”

“You’re annoying.” You rolled your eyes, but you did not really mean it, in fact everything about him pulled you more and more. “You said it too.”

“Mmhmm. I did.” He kissed your forehead, sweetly, and your eyelashes flutter shut in bliss, his hard body easing off you, making you instantly miss it, reaching back out for him. “God you’re greedy.”

“I kinda wish we could stay here forever.”

“You’re so corny too.”

“I know.”

He sits you up, then, much to your tired body’s dismay, his gaze drinking in every feature, as you did to him. “My dick is so good you went from hating me to loving me in like two weeks.”

“Whatever! It was not your dick.”

“Liar.”

“It was not even.” You two hold hands, errantly playing with each other’s fingers, and something is completely different now that the words were out, it was as if there was more intimacy, more openness. You relish in it. “It was a lot more than that.”

“Yeah? List my praises.” Strong hands grip soft skin, pulling your body against his side, just holding you. You watch the glow of the shadows dance around the empty room, a room that now smells just like you two, like your passion, your sweat, full of your energy.

“I kind of love everything about you.” He’s silent, and you just let him be, continuing to enjoy his gentle hold. “I think I started feeling things on my birthday and they grew very fast. Scary fast.”

“Mine didn’t grow, really…”

Your eyes widen in surprise. “They didn’t?”

“Mmm, I kinda fell off the deep end so to speak. I’m not a gradual person, if you haven’t noticed. It’s all in or not.”

“When did you think you’d fallen?”

“This will sound corny, yuck.”

You giggle, looking up at him. “It’s the night for it all.”

His jaw is tense, you watch the muscles contract a bit, eyes going a little glassy as if he were deep in thought. “When you fell out of the boat, that shit terrified me, like I can’t explain… I don’t know. I looked at you, when you were undressing, something hit me kind of hard. I mean it’s more intense now but it was already there. Not to mention I had feelings to begin with.”

“You did?” You ask in shock. He shrugs.

“Yeah. I didn’t know you though. Not really.”

“I felt something when we met too… but it was like a taboo I guess? And you seemed really unattainable.”

“Me? Unattainable?” You nod. “How. I fucked every woman in the city I think.” He made you laugh then, sighing.

“I wasn’t ‘arm candy’.”

“You sure the fuck are.” He tilts your chin up, other hand stroking your bare back in little caresses. “You just were more about business and shit. There was nothing wrong with that. I thought you were unattainable.”

“ Me ? You’re Gojo though.”

“You’re just different than what I’m used to. I guess.”

“Hmm. We still have a lot to learn about each other, don’t we?”

“You may not like everything you learn about me.” At the pain in his voice, you took his face in your hands, shaking your head.

“I can handle whatever, okay? Promise.”

He opened his mouth a bit, clearly shaken, but then closed it, nodding and snuggling back up with you. “You feel so good in my arms. It’s weird you didn’t used to be here.”

“Do you miss all the women?”

“Nope.”

“Not at all?”

“Why would I? I have you here.” He says it so simple, and you enjoy the gentle massage on your back, easing into his embrace.

“That makes me happy.”

“Good. Now let’s get you to bed, sleepy ass. Before you snore and drool on this expensive fucking rug.” He teased, and you giggled, shoving at him.

“Don’t wanna move! It’s comfy here.” He laughs.

“Do I need to carry you every single night, princess?” He teased, and you nod honestly uncaring. He huffs, picking you up, and you wrap your legs around his waist, your arms around his neck, kissing it. “So pampered. Prissy little bitch.”

“It is nice to be carried all over by my handsome boyfriend.” You mumble, and he takes you to the bed, easing you down and sitting next to you, caressing your face.

“You just want me because I make you sleepy. I have some tranquilizer dick or something.”

You giggle, eyes fuzzy as you start to feel exhausted. “I want you for lots of reasons. My comfy, comfy man.” Satoru pauses, as you run your hand down his bare chest.

“Does my dick make you drunk?” He teased, easing the bit of tension, as you both kept having scary fucking feelings grow for each other. You rolled your eyes and snuggled on his comfy pillows.

“Mmm. I’m just really happy, jerk.” You smile up at him, arms around his pillow, and he smiles back, a little half turn of his lips. He brushes your hair back and leans close.

“I don’t wanna fuck that up. Ever.” His voice was husky.

“You love me , Satoru.” You whisper, bold and sleepy, sitting up, kissing him. He sighs, wrapping his arms around you, so strong, yet so comfortable.

“You said it first, though, so I win.” You snort, and shake your head, staring at his handsome features in the soft light of the room.

“Is everything a competition with you?”

“Everything.” He wiggled his brows, and you just shook your head with an eye roll.

“Fine, you win, I did say it first. I do love you, big manchild idiot that you are.” You earn a smack on the ass, stinging, making you wince.

“I love you, mean ass little bitch.” He might as well have said some damn poem, because those words melted you, and you all kept kissing, until you were yawning, mumbling from exhaustion, and he was tucking you in. “It’s been a long day, you can’t handle this much teasing apparently, fucking nun.”

“Fuck you… Satoru… I handled it fine.” You mumble, and he’s coming to lay behind you now, pulling you against him.

“Get some rest. We can even sleep in, the ceremony isn’t until late.” You sigh, easing into the embrace, kissing him on the hand that held you tight.

“Mmm, sleeping in sounds good. Good night, Satoru.” You mumbled, sleep taking over.

“Good night, my little sleep talker.”

You giggle as you fall asleep in his arms.

A weight was lifted, now he knew.

And now, you know, how he really felt.

Chapter 12

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/55424137/chapters/142555756

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