and here's the rest for that anon with the nipple play...appreciation

The Kitchen Encounter.

Okay guys, this is it.

I have tried to write some smut, i have no idea whether it is too much or whether it is any good or whether I will ever write it again but hey I gave it a red hot go.

I have never been so nervous to post anything before this.

This is partially inspired by a little anon ask, for some kitchen counter sex.

This scene is an alternate to the scene in episode 13, where the Serpents maybe wait until the next day to come and induct Jughead to the family. Therefore the couple remains uninterupted.

It had been her declaration of her love for him which had done it, made him pull her towards him lifting her up as he captured her lips with his own.

His fingers grabbed at the buttons of her coat trying to release her from the tight garment, growling in frustration as he could not get his hands steady enough, she pulled the buttons, and he pulled the garment from her, it falling to the floor behind them as he moved to the kitchen never loosening his hold on her, a hand slipping underneath to cup her ass, her legs tight around his hips as he maneuvered them to the kitchen.

He pushed her onto the counter with such force that her shoulders struck the kitchen cupboards. Her mind registered the brief sensation of pain but her senses were too overwhelmed that it all blended into one, pleasure and pain.

Immediately she knew she needed to feel his skin against hers as she pulled her shirt off, catching a glimpse of his smile as her body was revealed to him before making a move to divest him of his own grey jumper, smiling appreciatively at the muscles she had only felt through layers of clothing during previous explorations.

She had a feeling where their night might be heading when he invited her to FP’s now empty trailer. No-one knew where they were going and they had come back to one another after being so close to breaking apart.  She wanted him, all of him. She had not been expecting him to tell her that he loved her to expose himself like that and she couldn’t help the smile that had spread to her lips when he did, her expression of her own love for him easily returned.

His body was flush with her, his hands touching all the newly exposed skin of her body trailing a thumb along her jaw grasping at her neck as she keened into his touch aching for more, both riding the high of the affirmations of their love for one another.

Something raw had been released inside of him, he needed to have her, to mark her as his own as he kissed, sucked and nipped her neck trailing down to her shoulder. Her teeth grasped her bottom lip in reflex stifling the cries that threatened to release from her mouth. He didn’t know what to do with his hands all her knew was that he needed to touch her all of her.

His hands moved to cup her breasts through the thin material of her bra. Before he lowered his mouth nipping the exposed flesh just above the cup and she cries out at his actions. Her hands moved to behind her back to undo the clasp of her bra, letting the garment fall. He paused briefly taking in the sight of her, and she felt the heat rising in her cheeks before he bent down to brush his lips against her exposed flesh and she found herself pushing her chest up,  her hands in his hair, tugging roughly, encouraging him to go further. His mouth enclosed her nipple, tongue lavishing at her flesh, while she could only groan and writhe underneath his touch.

She let out a moan as a hand trailed up her thigh underneath her skirt. His other hand went to her hair directing her to look at him, his eyes boring into hers as he moved his hand further up, tracing the outline of her lacy panties, a finger tracing just under the lace outline barely touching her skin and she closed her eyes moaning his name.

“Look at me. ” he ordered  and her eyes snapped open to his, surprised at his directive tone this wasn’t the Jughead who had been nervous about their first kiss, the gentleman. His eyes searching hers for a permission before he eventually moved to where she needed him, slipping underneath the flimsy waistband resulting in a moan escaping her lips as he moved over her folds, finding her wet and wanting. Her hips bucked in to his hand wanting more pressure, more of his touch.

“Please. ” she said and he smiled at her, taking in her swollen lips, mussed hair and lust filled eyes. She was his, as he was hers. He pulled her lips back to his, his tongue sweeping across her own coaxing her as his fingers continued to tease her. " I need. “ she managed to say in between their kisses slow and heavy. Before he moved to suck at the pulse point on her neck, delighted at the sharp intake of breath that this produced.

“Tell me Betts, tell me what you need. ” He whispered into her ear, delighting in her breathy uneven moans, as he traced the shell of her ear with his tongue.

Her hand came down to grasp his wrist stopping the tentative movements and urging him to where she needed him.

“This. Here. ” She managed to utter as his fingers found that bundle of nerves and she swore for just a second she saw stars. She rested her head against the kitchen cupboard as he continued to play her like his own personal instrument. “More.” She gasped, struggling for breath feeling the tension building within her body, knowing that she was so close. He slipped a finger inside her and she arched her body, her hips rising to meet his touch. He continued the motion, adding a second finger and he could feel her breathing change, her kisses became more messy and open against his lips as she lost control. His thumb again found her clit and he continued to rub rough circles as he felt her begin to crumble. Feeling her walls clench against his fingers as her orgasm hit her.

A blinding white heat shot through her as her body trembled against his in the aftermath of her orgasm. Her breaths deep, as she continued to shake even after he removed his hand.

He was gasping for breath himself, seeing her come undone as a result of his own actions. He pulled the underwear from her body down her legs and she shrugged them from her ankles, bringing her legs up again to wrap around his waist bringing his core in line with her own as she rubbed against him wantonly.

“We should.” He started to say before she cut him off with her mouth locking with his own again, his hands returning to her now uncovered breasts massaging the soft mounds, swallowing her gasps and mewls with his mouth.

Her hands traveled between them making their way to his waistband. Undoing the button before unzipping them and pushing them down his legs with her own. Leaving him standing in front of her in only his boxers, her skirt still hanging from her hips.

“I want you Jug. Now, here.” She didn’t want a soft bed, surrounded by candles, rose petals on the bed. That was a different first time that she had imagined. That was the ‘first time’ that she had imagined in her head with Archie Andrews, it was a fantasy. This now was real, her feelings for him and his for her were real and nothing was more raw or in her mind perfect than this.

“But.” He thought about their first time being on a kitchen counter, her skirt bunched around her waist, his jeans around his ankles in a trailer in the Southside. It was so beneath her.

“No, here. Juggie, with you.” She affirmed. And then she pulled a foil packet from her skirt and his eyes went wide. Betty Cooper was always full of surprises, prepared for everything. “I want to.” She confirmed again and he returned his lips to hers, hungry for her. Her hand slipped beneath his waistband and grasped him and he found himself groaning into her shoulder. She pushed his boxers off of his hips.

“Can you?” She asked passing him the foil packet that was on the bench to the side of her. He rolled it on and lined himself up at her entrance, looking again for confirmation that this was what she wanted. She gave a sharp nod and sealed her lips over his.

He pushed into her and she bites back a moan at the sensation her legs wrapping tightly around him pulling him into her fully. She held him there allowing herself to accommodate him before he started to thrust into her, slowly at first but with her greedy moans spurring him on he soon picked up the pace.

His hand returned to the juncture in between her thighs searching for that bundle of nerves which had already brought her sweet release.

“Fuck, Betts, I’m..”

He stroked her clit hoping to produce the same reactions from her as he had earlier as he continued to intensify his pace, before his movements became uneven and they were heading towards completion screaming each others names in joint release.

He pressed his sweaty forehead against hers, his nose gently brushing against her own both fighting to steady their breathing, and shaking in the aftermath of their release, neither one expecting the curve ball that would be coming their way in the morning.

anonymous asked:

Something with them at the pool?

(plus at least four other anons that all request pool + pool day + them at the pool) 

“I’m going to be a prune,” Dan says. “I’m going to be the happiest motherfucking prune to ever shrivel into nothingness. I’m going to live out my existence right here in this pool.”

Phil might actually believe him, if he didn’t know fully well that Dan will slip back into his shirt as soon as the rest of the family arrive back at the house from their day trip.

But until then he’ll just enjoy the view. Long boy, lots of skin. And yes, he does get to see that skin on a regular basis. But there’s something slightly more electric about kisses at the end of the day that smell like sun cream and fresh air, like holiday.

“Am I allowed to marry a prune?” Phil asks. “Has our society reach a point of enlightenment where man and food can be joined in union?”

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anonymous asked:

The msr after dark pic/fic you just reblogged, is it just my phone or are there more than 3 paragraphs?! Thanks!

Anonymous asked:

Would you be interested in writing a fic for the msrafterdark drawing of mulder and scully in bed with the files and ‘all things’ blanket? Preferably not an 'all things’ fic though…?

Sorry anon. Yes it is longer.  I don’t know how to link it to this so I have pasted the story here.  The picture Meg did is incredible so be sure to look at it before and after reading this.  This story is so freaking hot!

Why yes.   Yes, I would be.

Rated: Explicit.  

Notes:  Special thanks to Meg for her incredible piece of art and the inimitable @icedteainthebag whose prompt precipitated it.


It’s nearly midnight and he’s three sheets deep into his casefile, scratchy blanket comfort beneath his calves and mind sharp with the focus of demented melatonin cycles.  It’s approximately what he would’ve been doing any other Tuesday night, except he would’ve been doing it on the other side of the bed. He holds still as he wonders how to tell her, spooked by his own sudden shyness.  Their relationship is young enough that they do not have established sides, but old enough that she comes in effortless cotton, wears her glasses as she reads beside him, screws her lips into an unselfconscious pucker of rapt attention.  This is apparently all she’s ever needed to do to unnerve him.

She sips the glass of water she’s coastered on the nightstand, adjusts the bedside lamp, pushes her glasses up on her nose, all with her right hand.  As if trying to make a show of it.  Look how convenient this side is for me.  This side is surely the right side.  I would not survive any other side.  He notices his mouth creeping up like it’s on marionette strings and trains it downward.  

“Can you still see?” she asks in the newly lowered light.  Her devout sleep hygiene is silkily exotic in these parts; every skipped caffeinated beverage, avoidance of work in the bedroom and carefully timed dimming of lights tickles the drab robes of his Spartan insomnia.He looks her over, sheets crumpled around her hips, book digging into her belly and settles his eyes on the tiny pyramids of her nipples, shadowed in perfect sunset suspension, and feels slightly guilty.  She is of course, much more than her (perfect) nipples, but there are moments they are all he can handle.  The volume of wonderfulness she carries around is sometimes unbearable.

“Yes,” is all he says, and tries to give his attention back to the file at hand.

“Notice what I’m reading?”


He hears her smooth a palm over one page, clear her throat softly.  Oh, her throat, he thinks, flashing on a memory of her sucking him off with the rungs of her esophagus straining against the upward tilt of her chin.  But her mouth is currently busied with the task of reading aloud.

“Dr. Hartwell makes some interesting observations towards the end of his paper, particularly his remarks concerning alcohol.  As we shall see, that substance was central to a Victorian explanation for inexplicable human combustion.”

She’s braless, she’s in his bed, and she’s talking about spontaneous human combustion.  Any attempt he’s been planning to subdue his desire is doomed.  He inwardly mocks the man who would miss the lingerie phase of a relationship, someone who would not appreciate the exchange of raspy intelligence beneath cotton and pillow talk of the paranormal.  He quiets his mind, determined to hear the rest -

“Note also, that although a source of ignition was close by, the flames seemed to have ‘skimmed’ over an area of damp leaves and other combustive materials – a straw hat and spade - were hardly touched.”

He feels his eyes glaze over at the way she says ‘hard,’ the way she slurs the middle of the word ‘touched.’ She raises her eyebrows sarcastically over her glasses.  He’d teased her with just about this same cheekiness about a year ago in a moment that led them to this one.  He told her his heart leapt at her reference to this particular para-scientific (a word he’s recently started using which makes her insane) event.  And she told him to shut up in such a way that he couldn’t stop thinking about it until he found the book in a thrift shop, picked it up and left it on her chair one day.  Tossed the gesture off, as if he’d been doing the shop a favor in buying poor Peter Hough and Jenny Randles’ book as a gag gift for his unsuspecting laws-of-nature-abiding friend.  

“Fascinating stuff, Mulder,” she deadpans.  She can joke all she wants; she’s halfway through the book.

“You’re on my side of the bed, Scully.”

“You don’t have a side. You have a couch.  You only started sleeping in this bed because I’m in it in my underwear.”

“I sleep in it all the time, and I sleep on that side.”

“I like it here.”

She blinks through the glare in her glasses and he wonders how it’s taken him years to realize it. He does not want to strangle her when she argues with him.  He wants to hug her, cuddle her, fuck her.  Or is that new?  She puts the book down where she left off and he notices with smug assurance that she cares enough to hold the page.  She crawls into the crook of his arm and begins to play with the hairs on his chest.

“Don’t you like me here?” she coos and he laughs as he drags her on top of him, stretched cotton of his Jockeys brushing in agony against her thigh as she wiggles up to kiss him. She’s just introducing her tongue when he rolls her off onto her back.  On his left.

“I think I like you here better.”

“Hm, I don’t know…”

“Let me show you around.”

He stares down at her, the crisp scarlet of her hair picking up the stripes of his horrible blanket, a keepsake he’ll surely never get rid of now that he so associates it with the purple hue of her eyes in low light, the way her front tooth picks its way over her bottom lip when he trickles a hand down her torso.  He watches his own fingers with envy as they dally over her breasts, his circling thumbs skewing haywire the rigid vertical ribbing in her tank top. Her legs squirm beneath the blanket, making music of the four hundred thread count rule she’s enacted.

“Please,” she whispers and he lays his mouth back on hers, his hand against the soft skin beneath her grey cotton waistband.  His fingertips make their way to that sticky, wet stripe of Scully he’s only recently become acquainted with, another kind of sweet spot.  He slips a finger into it.

She moans, stretching the slim edge of her waist against his dick and begins to writhe against him, petting him with the lean, swayed line of her abdomen.  If she keeps flexing her oblique muscle against his cock, she won’t have to do much else.  He curls his torso away to avoid coming in his pants, growling playfully as he deprives himself of the contact between his erection and its source.

Newly focused, he fucks her with two fingers the way he’s come to know she likes it, making her so wet he can barely find his way around, refusing to kiss her a few moments so he can concentrate.  When she’s grunting rather than groaning, he slides his fingers out and uses their wet tips to rub her clit. Hard, harder than he would have thought to do, faster too, the exact pressure and speed he’s located and memorized in a careful calibrating process guided by the words “Oh fuck yes,” and “More, more.”

And she always says he’s not listening.

“I want you inside me,” she stammers with bated breath and it takes all the strength he has ever known to say, “No.  Come for me first.”

This is the one instance she seems to like when he tells her what to do.  She likes it so much, he tells her again.

“Come for me.”

And again.

“Come on, Scully. Give it to me.”

And she does.  She gives it to him with such open-mouthed, glistening generosity that he sinks his face into her neck in gratitude, quietly congratulating the way her discipline complements his intuition, even here. When she comes, it is better than home plate, better than being right, better than French fries, the best thing that has happened to him all day, the best thing that has happened to him since the last time she came.  She kisses him, eyelashes grazing his cheekbone, crisp and stapled shut, her right hamstring curling and unleashing around his thigh like a riptide, her left hand gripping the sheets as they move beneath her like sand, and of course, her pussy sizzling and ebbing in his palm.

She closes her eyes to catch her breath and he takes the opportunity to study the faint beads of sweat in her hairline.  The times she’s caught him mooning over her like this, she has tsked in offense, as if it were an affectation on his part, as if he were capable of such things.  He wipes his hand on her shirt and then brings it to her chest, trying to breathe the scent of her off his fingers without being creepy.  Sweet and rich, somewhere between wet desert and a ripe plum.  He wonders what point in their relationship they have to reach for him to simply put them in his mouth and suck, roll around shamelessly in her flavor.

With a long inhale, she gets up on her elbow and leans over him.  He rolls onto his back as she makes a slow journey over his body, swiping at the book and eyeglasses messily to push them off the bed.  

“Take them off,” she orders, body tented over his belly as he runs his hand up the back of her leg and over the clean, athletic line of her underwear. He obeys, though it requires very little of him – holding them in place as she continues her climb, lifts one knee over his torso and then the other.  He tries to stare at her nakedness, this part of her that has only newly been entrusted to him, but she slithers swiftly onto her stomach, takes the water glass from the nightstand once again.  He hesitates as she drinks, wanting to make sure, moving a hand into his boxer briefs and resting it over his cock in a show of support.  He has not fucked her from behind yet, and he’s so ready, he’s almost as wet as she is.  He gulps as she replaces the water glass, the cross around her neck dangling down to the bed in a golden dusting of her breasts.

“Come on,” she urges and he scrapes his Jockeys down his legs with his hands, then his feet.  She spreads her legs wider and arches her back so her ass curves up toward the ceiling, tosses her hair over her left shoulder and slides her hands forward under the pillows, as if to cue him that he’s guessed correctly.  He kneels between her legs and smoothes his hand up to her neck, dick resting against her bottom.  The angle of her profile as it slopes into the pout of her lips is as pure and sinful as the raucous, raging border of heaven and hell.  He’s given her a book when he should have given her a pony, a spaceship, the world.  “I want to show you how much better it is when I’m over here.”

She can have any side of the bed she wants, he thinks as he pulses his way inside her and pulls her shirt up over her shoulder to kiss it.  She can have all the sides.

The bidders are seduced by a sexy MC who decides to take charge! ~ KBTBB Request

So I received a request from a lovely anon where the bidders are seduced by a really sexy MC who has decided to take charge!

Sexy time with the bidders ahead!

Also~ as a quick note, I’m really sorry that it’s taken so long for me to post a new head-canon. Things have just been incredibly busy and then this week I’ve had a trapped nerve between my shoulder blades that has lasted me a few days and a bad panic attack on top of that last night, which ruined my plans of finishing this last night. It’s also left me feeling pretty drained today… But regardless, I’m here now and will be aiming to post more frequently!  

Definitely NSFW!  

Baba - With another IVC coming up, Baba’s busiest time was always well before the weekend itself.
He had been working so hard lately…you wanted to do something to show him how much you appreciated him.
After some deliberation, you decided to take the initiative in a way that you had never managed before.
Going to a lingerie store that you had used before, you looked around in the hopes of finding something special. While you weren’t entirely confident in looking around these places, something soon caught your eye.
Thinking of how happy it would make Baba if you surprised him, you finally let go of your inhibitions and bought the lingerie set.
Knowing that Baba wouldn’t be home for a few hours, you knew you had plenty of time to plan your surprise.
When Baba walked into the suite later that evening; he was greeted by a sensual piece of music playing throughout the living room, with candles lighting the way for him as he removed his fedora.
‘Where is my pretty lady?’ he called out, heading for the bedroom, only to find you leaning up against the door frame, reaching out for his tie as you gave him a seductive smile.
‘Welcome home…’ you breathed, your voice sending shivers down his spine as you pulled him into the bedroom, turning away so that he could watch you in the black lingerie you had bought just for him.
Biting your lip as you fought the blush that threatened to touch your cheeks, you pushed Baba down onto the bed, straddling him and feeling the notable bulge in his pants.
As his hands trailed over your curves, worshipping your beautiful body before him, you leaned down, feeling his hands grip at your hips tightly as you pressed a light kiss to his lips.
Moving down, you slowly unbuttoned his shirt, trailing kisses along his bare skin as you exposed his fine chest.
Glancing up to him as you reached his belt, you could see the way Baba’s breathing had become laboured as you reached to free his hardened member.
Allowing it to pass between the valley of your breasts, a small groan escaped Baba’s lips.
Taking the head of his member in your mouth, you gently sucked, the tip of your tongue caressing his shaft as his hips bucked slightly, pushing him deeper into your mouth.
Moaning aloud, you could feel his hands in your hair, tugging lightly, encouraging you…telling you how good it felt.
Feeling more confident, your lips parted, lifting your head up as you moved back up his body, your hand still stroking his shaft as Baba captured your lips passionately.
As he quickly threw his shirt and jacket off the bed, you felt his hands caress your back as they moved down and cupped your shapely ass.
Standing back, you freed your breasts, Baba’s longing expression spurring you on as the rest of your lingerie went with it, baring everything to your boyfriend.
‘Beautiful…’ he murmured, his voice heavy with lust as you climbed on top of him, feeling his warm breath against your nipples as his hands quickly discovered just how wet you were for him.
Taking his length in fully, you never broke eye contact with Baba, enjoying his moans as his hands pulled you down. While you started by rolling your hips, teasing him mercilessly, Baba began his own ministrations, stroking your slit with one hand while his mouth sucked and nipped lightly around your breasts, making them sensitive to his touch as you moaned aloud.
Capturing your lips, your hands were in Baba’s hair as his found their way back to your waist. In control of the pace, Baba struck deep and hard.
‘Let me hear you beautiful lady,’ he whispered, his voice lustful as you surrendered to his pleasure.
As you moved against him, your tongues entwined as you drove him to his edge. Feeling his hands tighten on you, your name spilled from his mouth repeatedly as he pulled you into ecstasy with him.
‘Baba…’ you uttered breathlessly, leaning your head against his shoulder as he caressed you and kissed you tenderly.
‘I love you…’
‘You stole the words from me, beautiful lady…I love you more…’ he muttered, capturing your lips once more.

Soryu - It was safe to say that Soryu was always incredibly respectful of you. Especially after the circumstances in which you had met.
But when things were increasingly busy as they had been lately, you couldn’t help but want to do something for your boyfriend.
Deciding to surprise him, you got out a set of lingerie that you had been putting off wearing since you bought it. You worried it would be too risqué or that you couldn’t pull it off…but after deciding to bite the bullet, you found the confidence to dress yourself up and head out to the ice dragons office.
With Soryu’s right hand men both out, you knew this was the perfect opportunity.
Knocking on the office door, you heard a stern voice beckon you in, though as expected, as Soryu’s eyes fell on his guest, his expression immediately softened.
‘I wasn’t expecting you…’
‘I know…’ you purred, your voice low and sensual as you easily clicked the lock behind you and strode forward.
Shrugging out of your coat to reveal a low cut black dress that fitted to your form perfectly, you wore the diamond earrings that Soryu had bought you and walked around his desk.
Pushing his chair back to that you could straddle him easily, your hands found their way into your mobster boyfriend’s hair as you kissed him deeply.
Slipping your tongue inside his mouth as he gasped softly, you could feel his hands grip onto the fabric of your dress.
Smiling into the kiss, you found yourself growing more confident in your actions as you began to work at his tie, pulling it from his neck as you parted his shirt and exposed his bare chest to you.
Looking up to him through long lashes, you could see the lustful look in his eyes as you suddenly ducked down and began to trail kisses along his skin.
Feeling his hands suddenly lift you up, you felt the friction of his apparent erection as his hand moved your hair aside and gave you a love bite on your neck.
Letting out a moan that coursed through Soryu’s body, you stood up to allow your dress to fall from your slender form as Soryu looked over you with a hungry gaze.
‘I wanted to surprise you…’ you muttered, suddenly feeling a little shy when Soryu took your wrists in his hands and pulled you back astride him.
‘You succeeded,’ he growled in your ear, feeling your hands trailing over his member as you freed it with ease.
Biting your lip as you began to stroke his firm member, Soryu’s head leaned back as he moaned aloud at your naughty ministrations.
When had you become so alluring?
Looking up to you and admiring your slightly parted lips, the touch of redness that was on your features, it drove him wild with desire.
You weren’t hiding yourself away from him. It was a rare display of confidence that only served to turn him on more.
Putting his free hand around the back of your neck, Soryu pulled you down to meet his lips in a heated kiss.
As your tongues interlocked, what was left of your clothes were practically ripped from your body as you suddenly became very away of the tip of Soryu’s firm erection at your entrance.
In a final show of dominance, you pushed yourself down onto his hardened manhood, taking him in completely and eliciting a growl of approval from your mobster boyfriend.
As your name fell from his lips in a husky tone, you cried out in pleasure as Soryu thrust upwards, his hips gyrating in rhythm with yours as you leant back, with Soryu’s arms on your hips from support as you pushed harder, deeper.
Gasping as Soryu suddenly angled his hips and drove himself deep inside of you, you could feel the intensity of his gaze on you, the moans he drew from you only encouraging him further as he teased your breasts, leaving love bites where only he could enjoy them.
As you moved up and down his cock at a torturously slow pace, allowing your body to practically glide along his, you could feel his lips ghosting over your skin, his breath causing your nerves to go haywire.
Feeling his hands grip your hips, you finally gave in to his desires, picking up your pace and feeling the way that Soryu angled his hips ever so slightly, knowing exactly when he had hit your sweet spot.
As you threw your head back in ecstasy, you called out Soryu’s name, gripping him tightly as your lips found his.
‘Sor…’ you gasped out breathlessly.
You knew he was close to his end, as were you.
‘Soryu…let go…’
You were his undoing.
Feeling Soryu pull your hips firmly, he drove his member hard and fast into you, the tightening of your walls around his pulsing cock pushing him over the edge as you both came together.
Soon the only sound in the room was your mingled breaths as Soryu pulled up his jacket from the floor and draped it over your shoulders.
Looking down at Soryu’s bare chest as you fought the blush that was now creeping up onto your cheeks, Soryu gently tilted your chin to make you look at him as he gave you a soft kiss.
‘That was…’
‘I wanted to show you how much I love you…’ you began, looking a little sheepish when Soryu captured your lips with his in a tender kiss.
‘I love you too,’ he whispered.

Ota - It had been three days since Ota had started cooping himself up in his studio for several hours of the day.
Inspiration had been scarce for the artist and you knew just how much it was stressing him out.
Thanks to the late nights he was working; you had hardly gotten the chance to spend any time with your boyfriend, other than when you woke up in his arms.
After another two days that were much of the same; you decided to take matters into your own hands.
Following work, you had gone straight to the penthouse suite that you shared and changed into a striking red dress. The halter-style, coupled with the long pendant that Ota had made for you, allowed it to sit just above the valley of your breasts. With a fitted bodice and lightly flowing skirt; you paired it with a pair of strapped red heels that emphasised your long, shapely legs.
Heading to Ota’s studio, feeling both apprehensive and excited to see him, you were quickly buzzed in when Ota realised it was you. You were the one person that he would never deny entry to his studio.
After all…you were his muse and, though he would not admit it so easily, his everything.
Walking into the room, you immediately felt a sense of contentment. Finding your artistic boyfriend sitting in his usual workspace with an array of failed artworks littered around, you walked up to Ota before he could turn around and placed your arms around him from behind.
‘Mm…Hi…’ you murmured, feeling the way he relaxed slightly in your arms, though he couldn’t miss the tone of your voice. Low and sensual…
Gripping his paintbrush unintentionally at the unexpected contact, Ota tried to face you when he found himself stunned into silence by your appearance, though you gave him a perfect smile.
‘Has my muse come to model for me?’ he breathed, his voice warm at your close proximity.
‘Nope…’ you responded, shaking your head as you slowly sat in his lap.
‘I’m here to inspire you…in the way only I can…’ you whispered, ghosting your lips over his before capturing them with your own.
Slipping your tongue into Ota’s mouth, it was hard for him to suppress a moan as his hands wound their way around your waist.
Pulling him up by the lapels of his jacket, you bit your lip, driving Ota wild with your seduction as you continued to kiss him passionately, not parting your lips for even a second as you led him to the bed.
Pushing him down, you released your hair, letting it fall over your shoulders as you stepped out of your heels. All the while Ota watched you intently, his hands travelling down the curves of your body.
Straddling his lap, your lips found his again, leaning the artist back as he whispered such sensual words in your ear.
All trace of his usual teasing smirk was gone as you caressed the bulge in his pant.
Trailing your lips down his neck, you suddenly reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it off in one fluid motion.
With the offending garment gone, you were free to kiss, nip and suck down Ota’s toned body, eliciting a moan from his lips as his hands wound into your hair and his back arched slightly.
He never thought you would ever display such confidence, let alone find himself being so turned on by it.
‘I wouldn’t be much of a muse if I didn’t inspire you in different ways…if I didn’t show you how much I love you…’ you remarked, your voice breathy and seductive as you addressed his silent thoughts.
‘It’s working…but I think I’ll need even more of my beautiful girls attention…’
Happy to oblige, you cast him a radiant smile that even he believed he could never match as you unbuckled his pants and freed his throbbing member.
As you gently trailed your fingertips over the heated flesh of his shaft, Ota gasped lightly as your lips parted over the head of his prominent erection.
Sucking lightly as you slowly took in his full length, your hand lightly cupped his balls, the symphony of moans from your boyfriend telling you everything you needed to hear.
Prolonging the teasing until Ota was almost at his end, you gave him a taste of his own medicine as you suddenly released him, kissing your way back up his body when his hands seized the hem of your dress.
Stripping you of it easily, Ota attached his lips to your breast, his hands seeking to savour and tease every part of your body.
His hands worked like magic, treating you like the masterpiece he knew you to be.
Bringing his lips to yours, Ota felt the way that you traced your wet folds along his member. He didn’t even need to touch you to know how ready you were for him.
Trailing your lips along his perfect jawline you braced one hand on his shoulder as you took in his length completely.
‘Ah…Ota…’ you gasped, your face giving away everything you were feeling as Ota’s hands found their way to your hips.
Helping you to find your rhythm, knowing that you never took the lead like this, Ota could hardly believe it when you began riding him with fervour, driving him to his end almost instantly.
Pulling you close as you both leaned back onto the bed, you ended up on your side, your hips still wrapped around his legs as you adjusted to this highly intimate position. Kissing passionately, one of Ota’s hands was against your cheek, keeping your face close to his as his amber eyes locked with yours while the other caressed your thigh, holding it above his hip as he thrust into you.
Rocking together like that, it felt as though there was nothing in the world other than the two of you, lost completely in one another’s embrace.
Moaning out your name, Ota’s lips found yours, his moans coursing through your body as your legs tightened around his waist, pulling him deeper, harder.
Calling our your name; you ground your hips against his, meeting his thrusts as you sought to bring him to the peak of his pleasure.
As you cried out his name, that was all Ota needed to hear as your walls tightened around his manhood, Ota’s hips flexed instinctively as you heard your name repeated over and over again.
Feeling his lips gently brush over your cheeks, eyelids, forehead and finally, your lips, Ota whispered his love for you as he enveloped you in the warmth of his embrace.
Long after you had fallen asleep, Ota watched over you affectionately, stroking your hair and wondering what he had done to have someone as incredible as you for his girlfriend…he really would never let you go.

Mamoru - It was tiresome always being referred to as a “kid”, when Mamoru was around.
While you knew he loved you and he did occasionally give you a more loving endearment, the teasing you got from him and the other bidders was starting to bother you.
Deciding to prove to him that you weren’t just a “kid”, you enlisted Chisato and Sakiko’s help in going shopping for something that Mamoru wouldn’t expect.
After getting ready that evening; you had lit several candles around the apartment, giving it a soft glow as you tried to keep reassuring yourself that this was a good idea.
You’d never worn anything so revealing in your life, especially not with the intention of putting yourself on display like this. But as the memories of Mamoru’s and the others teasing came back to you, you felt a renewed sense of determination.
As you tightened the sash on your robe a little, you were just thinking that Mamoru would be home soon when you heard the click of the lock.
‘Hey kid, I’m home.’
Rolling your eyes at the offending term being used once again; you let out a sigh before calling back your usual response.
‘Welcome home!’
‘Huh? Where are ya? and what’s with all the candles? Don’t tell me I’m forgettin’ somethin’…’
Hearing Mamoru’s confused voice floating through the apartment, you took a deep breath before stepping out into the living room and leaning against the frame of the door.
‘I’ve been waiting for you…’ you murmured, your voice lustful as Mamoru turned to see you wearing a translucent, black kimono style dressing gown. You could almost feel the way his eyes travelled over your body. Your bare legs, the hint of lace that he could see through the fabric of your dressing gown.
‘Damn, sweetheart…’
Stopping him in his tracks as you walked forwards, you lightly placed your finger on his lips as you looked up at him through your long eyelashes.
As your hands trailed down his tie, you tugged on it, pulling his lips to yours as your hands worked their way into his hair.
‘I’ll prove to you I’m not a kid…’ you murmured in his ear, your voice low and self-assured as you pushed his jacket from his shoulders.
Taking the length of it tie in your hands, you pulled him towards the bedroom, enjoying the expression that touched his features as he reached out for you.
Making him sit on the bed; Mamoru’s hands quickly tugged at the sash around your waist.
Allowing it to fall to the floor, you didn’t give Mamoru a chance to make his advances as you captured his face in your hands and kissed him deeply.
Moving slowly onto the bed, you straddled him, taking advantage of his surprise to slip your tongue into his waiting mouth.
As he moaned at your bold behaviour, you could feel his hands gripping the fabric of your gown as his erection rubbed painfully against his pants.
Feeling it brush up against your thigh; you slowly rolled your hips over it, swallowing Mamoru’s reaction as he cupped your ass and groped it, pulling your hips down once again.
‘Turned on so easily, huh? I thought I wasn’t woman enough to get that kind of a reaction,’ you purred in his ear, nibbling at his ear lobe as he let out a small gasp.
You really had called him out on his teasing this time. You had no idea just how effective your actions were.
Breaking open his shirt and baring his chest, you easily removed it before stepping back and slipping out of the gown you wore.
As the fabric pooled at your feet, you stepped out of it easily, watching Mamoru gaze at you hungrily, wearing the black lace lingerie set you had bought especially for him.
‘C’mere sweetheart…’ he breathed huskily, pulling you to the edge of the bed and between his thighs as his lips kissed your naval and travelled there way up to your bra.
Pulling the clasp free at the front, Mamoru easily discarded it aside as he replaced the fabric with the moist warmth of his tongue.
Letting out a moan yourself as he worshipped your breasts with his mouth, his hands were slipping your panties down your legs, baring you completely to him as he discovered just how ready you were for him.
Though before he could take all control, you quickly dropped to your knees, unbuckling his pants and taking the head of his member into your mouth before he could fully comprehend what you were doing.
Throwing his head back as you took in his length and slowly eased your mouth over his erection; the way you moved back and forth was really trying his ability to restrain himself.
As his hands gently stroked your hair, resisting the urge to encourage that you go faster, you moaned softly, the vibrations causing him to shudder at the pleasurable sensation.
While he often teased you; Mamoru had always found you incredibly attractive. But right now? You had exceeded all expectations.
As you ran your tongue along the length of his shaft, you continued to tease his member with your hands and mouth, until you had him completely at your mercy.
Getting up and straddling him, you hardly gave Mamoru a chance to recover from your naughty ministrations as you pushed yourself onto his rock-hard erection.
Wrapping your slender legs around his waist, you began bouncing on his cock, taking in his full length over and over again.
‘Fuck…Sweetheart…’ he moaned, his voice deep as he breathed in the sweet scent of your perfume, mixed in with your natural scent as he put one hand on your hip and the other in your hair.
As your lips met his in an intense kiss, you matched Mamoru perfectly in rhythm, feeling the way that he drove his cock deep inside you.
As you moaned his name, you could feel yourself getting close to the edge.
‘Sweetheart…don’t stop baby girl…’
Taking in all of his length with one final thrust as you rocked your hips, moaning his name repeatedly, Mamoru gripped your hips tightly, bringing you both over the edge as your hips rocked weakly, riding out the last of your orgasm as you slumped against Mamoru’s chest.
Wrapping his arms around you, Mamoru gently eased you both further up the bed so that you could lay together more comfortably.
‘Damn…that was…’
Smiling weakly, you looked up into your boyfriends eyes as he placed a soft kiss on your forehead.
‘You can’t go round actin’ that sexy all the time though…I’d never get anythin’ done,’ he smirked, making you giggle.
‘I thought I was too much of a kid to be sexy…’ you responded, a wry smile playing on your lips when Mamoru suddenly captured them in a passionate kiss.
‘Believe me, sweetheart…no woman in this world is sexier than you…I love you sweetheart…’
‘I love you too,’ you smiled, giving in to the warmth of his kisses.
Neither of you made it to work the next day…

Eisuke - It was an inevitability that Eisuke would often be busy with work. After all, running a successful hotel chain was no easy task. But he always handled it with the utmost composure and used every resource at his disposal.
However; with the latest IVC coming up, you felt as though Eisuke hadn’t been paying you much attention. While you understood and accepted that it was always a busy time of the year, you still couldn’t help but feel somewhat deflated when you began to think over how little you seemed to be alone with him recently.
Deciding to talk to Sakiko and Chisato about it; they seemed to think that you had no reason to worry.
‘You should see the way he looks at you! He’s completely smitten!’
‘I don’t think I’d ever describe Eisuke as smitten…’ you responded doubtfully.
‘You really are oblivious,’ Sakiko chuckled. ‘Though I’m sure you’re just as reserved about things when you’re actually with Mr. Ichinomiya.’
‘That’s true, perhaps you should try being a little bolder, to get his attention,’ Chisato suggested with a smile.  
‘Sure…guys like it when women take charge every now and again. Plus I’m sure Mr. Ichinomiya wouldn’t expect it.’
But would he like it? Eisuke prided himself on being in control of pretty much all things…would he really appreciate you taking the lead?
‘If nothing else; the man you love is bound to be happy that you are showing some confidence in yourself,’ Chisato encouraged.
It was true that Eisuke was often trying to get you to wear outfits that were more revealing and bold than you would normally opt for. But he never took his eyes off you…
Biting your lip as you mused over their words, you had finally decided to take their advice as you took a look at the time.
Knowing you could make it to the boutique in time, you thanked your friends before leaving the hotel in something of a hurry.
It took a while to decide what you wanted, but the staff were very kind towards you, making you feel at ease as they offered you their advice.
After finally settling on your choices, you had them wrapped and headed back to Tres Spades.
You knew that Eisuke had a few more meetings to take care of and would likely finish late, so you had plenty of time to get things ready.
After stopping off at the staff accommodation to pick up a few additional things that you wanted, you headed up to the penthouse level of Tres Spades.
Feeling grateful that none of the bidders were around; you had gone straight to Eisuke’s suite and shut the door behind you.
Taking a deep breath, you realised just how fast your heart was beating as you calmed yourself.
You were going to do this. You were going to show Eisuke just how much you loved him. That you could display confidence as his woman. Yes. You were his woman. But he was also your man.
It was time to show him.
When Eisuke returned to the suite after his last meeting, he opened the doors to discover the room was dimly lit with candlelight.
Loosening his tie as he breathed in a sweet aroma, Eisuke headed through his suit, noting your handbag on the table as he called out to you.
Noticing a fresh trail of rose petals, Eisuke went towards the bedroom, opening the door to find you awaiting him on the bed.
Wearing a dark blue lace and silk lingerie set, your hair was drawn up high, exposing your slender neck and bare shoulders to him.
With a little extra make-up, your lips looked full and inviting as you stood up to greet him.
‘Welcome home…’
As his eyes travelled down your body, admiring your choices in attire, your hands soon found their way onto the lapels of his jacket.
‘You’ve kept me waiting…I should punish you for that,’ you murmured, borrowing his usual choice of words as you pulled lightly at his tie and kissed him.
His arousal was instantaneous.
You had never acted so boldly before.
‘Letting you wait was a mistake indeed. You should have paged me,’ he teased, though you didn’t allow him to get the better of you as you kissed him deeply.
Taking advantage of your element of surprise, you easily slipped your tongue into his hot mouth, feeling his hands on you as he pulled you flush to him.
Fighting for dominance, you were determined to not give up so easily as you wound your hands into his hair and tugged lightly, eliciting a slight moan from your boyfriend as you smiled into the kiss.
As he picked you up in his arms easily, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he went and sat on the edge of the bed.
How perfect…
As you pulled his tie from his neck, your hands soon made quick work of his buttons while you continued to passionately kiss him.
Though once his chest was bared to you, your lips left his and began to suck lightly on his neck, moving their way down his collarbone and then to his chest as you heard his deep, uneven breathing.
Grinding your body against his, you could feel his erection against your thigh as you smiled up at him.
Freeing his member, you took it in your hands and began working your way up and down, slowly, teasing as your lips brushed against the his.
Looking into his eyes from this position, feeling his hands travelling over your body as a moan left his perfect lips, you couldn’t help but find his reactions to you erotic.
As your hands pumped his shaft, Eisuke traced kisses along the swell of your breasts, his moans reverberating against your skin.
Leaning your head back as you allowed him better access to your neck, Eisuke’s name fell from your lips. How he wanted to take you there and then.
As his hands easily freed the clasp on your bra and discarded it to the side, you lifted yourself up, allowing him to lower your lingerie as he placed a kiss on your stomach.
Though as you lowered yourself down once more, you took Eisuke by surprise as you nibbled his earlobe.
‘I hope you’re ready for your punishment,’ you muttered, suddenly lowering yourself onto his member as you elicited a sigh of pleasure from your boyfriend.
Rolling your hips, you were determined to make this sensual as you maintained eye contact, with a light dusting of red touching your cheeks.
Kissing you deeply, Eisuke’s hands were on your waist, trailing his fingertips along your smooth skin.
Feeling his hips flex upwards, you began to move a little faster, though you were determined to pleasure your man as you moaned into his ear.
As he breathed your name, you could hear in his voice that he was coming undone at your seduction as he pushed deeper into you.
‘You are so beautiful…’
‘I love you,’ you breathed, feeling his arms tighten around you as he pulled you close to his chest.
‘I love you more…’
Pressing his lips against yours, you could tell that Eisuke was close to his end.
‘Eisuke…come for me…’ you gasped, throwing your head back as you took in his full length, hard and deep, bringing you to a shuddering climax as you rode out your orgasm.
Breathing heavily as your forehead came to rest against Eisuke’s, he looked into your eyes with such warmth.
Lifting you up slightly so that he could move, Eisuke lay you on the bed, right by his side.
As his hand gently trailed down the side of your face, Eisuke placed a light kiss on your lips as he combed a hand through your hair.
‘So…you were punishing me, hm?’ he asked finally with a wry smile.
‘No…’ you admitted, looking into his eyes, though your expression was somewhat embarrassed.
‘I was just missing you and…I didn’t know how to tell you…I know you always say I should be more confident…I guess I just thought maybe I should show you how I felt…’
Though as Eisuke tilted your chin up slowly and brought his lips to yours in the most gentle of kisses, you were even more surprised by the sweet smile on his lips as you parted.
‘Then…allow me to show you the depth of my feelings…’ he whispered, bringing his lips to yours once more.  

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kinky!taeyong headcanons

 [yeah. just. yeah. that anon asked and so i did cos i want to go to Hell ;  jungkook, jimin, yoongi,namjoon, taehyung ; masterlist]

warnings for : cum-eating ; rope play ; slight boot kink ; glove kink ; breathplay ; voyeurism ; dom/sub dynamic

  • everything has its place, including you, and yours is at his feet. head bowed until your mouth can rest at his foot, so the taste of leather overwhelms you, hands folded neat and precise in your lap
  • “make it nice and clean, pet. you know how much I hate dirty things, don’t you?”
  • inevitably, you make a mess of things - soaking his bed sheets, leaving a puddle of cum beneath your ass on the hardwood floor when he makes you fuck yourself onto a dildo
  • it’s usually glass, because it’s easy to cool them down and have you trembling when he pushes it inside of you; and it’s always you, kneeling in front of him, bouncing hard and fast back onto it, hoping that if you moan loud enough, long enough, he’ll look up from his phone and see how much you want him
  • and taeyong likes everything clean, so you become a maid of sorts. the kind that doesn’t wear panties in his prescence and picks up his prized leather gloves with your mouth, crawling to the edge of the bed to drop them into his open hand
  • they seem to have been crafted for every bend and dip in his fingers, but there’s no doubt that it’s cool, butter-soft leather massaging you delicately, tugging you open with nothing short of demanding curiosity
  • you taste yourself on the same fabric, again and again, the smell of you on his own tongue when you lap at them, humming at the sweetness; and then it’s  a gloved palm against your cheek, tipping your mouth to meet his, skimming over your body firmly
  • is there anything like the steadiness of his hand on your throat, squeezing tighter, so tightly your knees are made weak. tight enough that you can’t say his name and when the air pours in, your mind is a battlefield of colour against colour - there are no stars behind your eyes when you close them, just him, him, him
  • nothing is missed in his inspection of you, eyes narrowed as you’re turned and tugged to taeyong’s liking. the click of his phone’s camera doesn’t go unnoticed and you allow it, drowsy on excitement, the darkness in his eyes as you do nothing but exist for him, for the screen he captures your bare skin upon
  • there’s not many things that’ll move him even close to desperation, apart from your mouth, and he refuses to admit that the only way you can have him groaning and thrusting so quickly is with quick, kittenish licks of your tongue against the very tip of his cock, a finger tracing his shaft, your eyes fixed on his
  • for that reason, you don’t get the privilege of sucking him off on camera. you can beg and plead (once, you even tried demanding. you were rewarded with his cock stretching your throat and cum on your chest instead of in your mouth; you smeared it across your nipples, squeezed them hard at his command, thanked him for letting you touch what he’d spilled just for you)
  • he doesn’t care. he hears your cries and moans and what you’re offered is his smile, or his breath on the back of your neck, or his hand squeezing your chin as he turns it towards the lens, makes you open your mouth wide enough to take him down in one
  • his motto is take it all or don’t take it at all, so you’ve come to appreciate deepthroating as something of an art form
  • even if you look nothing like a masterpiece and everything like a wreck, saliva running down on the hair at the base of his cock, slick and thick on your lips when you gag. your hands make fists and flutter, feeble against the insides of his thighs, eyes roll
  • sometimes, you’re allowed to watch him react to it - his bottom lip will be bitten until it’s red, almost raw, brow heavy, moans melting down into a groan and then, when he’s close, a growl. if he’s in another kind of mood, you’re blindfolded or made to keep your eyes shut so the smell of him is overwhelming, the taste sharp, everything here, here, here
  • you’re just a side to him, really - when he has nothing else to do, he does you. he’ll pull you back onto him and keep nothing but one hand at the small of your back, fucking you at exactly the pace he chooses - if he stops, you’re silent, patient, because more likely than not he’s gotten distracted by something more enticing than your holes
  • cleaning his cum off the surface of the mirror he pumped himself against, the mirror he pushed you against, one hand capturing your throat while the other worked at his length. he returns the favour by licking the splatters of it on your thighs, making sure not to miss even the lone sliver on your calf
  • it’s an excuse for him to kiss at your ankles, press his mouth quickly to the soft arch of your foot - a boundary you don’t know how to approach, yet; this taboo thing that usually leaves you adrift in giggles but with him, it’s not laughter swelling in the pits of your stomach
  • that’s not to say he doesn’t know passion, doesn’t know how to throw it down upon you until you forget that you let him slap you for nothing more than closing your legs while he ran a gloved hand over your cunt (you disobeyed and the sting was something to relish, when all you’d known for an hour was the sting of his crop and the occasional two fingers, never his tongue)
  • though he restricts himself, keeps you at a distance that makes every flick of his tongue over your opening dirtier, every whine of “I’m yours, sir, all yours” something more confusing - taeyong is so far from unfeeling you can’t believe anyone would think otherwise
  • he adores you, in his own way, and he shows it by stringing you up with rope, high enough above the floor that you’re never unaware of how badly it would hurt to be dropped
  • you’re left there, a plug stuffed into your ass, vibrator strapped in place, and a gag to keep your keening to a minimum because he’s busy and you’re distracting when you start to cry
  • but then there’s that other side, where he drops to his knees in front of you with a look of concentration, focus as thin and precise as a needle tip pricking against your body; your legs are spread, pulled over his shoulders, and he uses his mouth on you until you plead with him for something else, anything else but another orgasm
  • ass play. nerves pummel at you and you wait for something to explore a place that’ll leave you aching, to err on the wrong side of pain, too far from pleasure - taeyong sees, feels it when he presses a hand to your navel, and it takes one near-silent whimper for the mask to splinter
  • “no more now, baby, no more, I’ve got you”
  • the coaxing dance of a single finger within you ends, gently, and is replaced with taeyong refusing to do anything more than lick at you
  •  you end up folded into his arms when you’ve had enough. sometimes, it’s the safeword, one of the colours; other times, he knows by the hiss of air dragging through your teeth that you’ve placed a foot directly on the limit
  • sleeping at his side - or pretending to, so that you can witness how his features mellow - lemon sharp to fizz to candyfloss soft, lips pink, hands possessive on your hips. you do not move, he does not wake, and you know what it means to be owned as you succumb to the knowledge, to unconsciousness