He breathes my name and there is more magic in the dulcet tones of his salted caramel voice, than any fairytale could even begin to imagine. His mouth blows the forgotten embers of magic in my bones. They burn the stardust alive and it encircles my spine, it makes me glow. And the truth is, even the sight of his calloused hands have me biting my lower lip at the thought of what spells they could cast on my body.
It took a good hour until all her wounds were tended to. Bruce had a pained expression on his face the entire time he was attending to her, probably unwillingly imagining the grim images of what was done to her, just as I had been doing.
“She seems to be fixated on you” Bruce said as he disposed of his latex gloves. “she trusts you; for as far as she can trust anyone”
I sighed, biting my lower lip, a nervous tick that I can’t seem to get rid of. “I noticed. What am I supposed to do with that?”
“I know it’s inconvenient, but you’re gonna have to be the one to take care of her. If she’s ever going to speak, it’ll be with you” Bruce said matter-of-factly.
“It’s not inconvenient” I said all too quickly. “I just..” another sigh left me, “I’m not good at this kind of thing”
A/N: Writing this gave me multiple heart problems, ESPECIALLY LOOKING FOR THE GIFS, MY GOSH. Hope this isn’t too much for you guys to handle! And please feel free to send in requests :)
WARNING: kinky!bangtan gifs oops
Jungkook’s reaction would depend on how far in a relationship you are with him, if you guys are still relatively new to each other he would probably turn to a shy blushing mess as he awkwardly thanked you.
However, if you two were comfortable enough, Jungcock and his super cocky side would quickly take over as he continues to challenge your burst of confidence. Biting his lip, lowering his voice and trying to turn you on as much as he could just to tease you back.
“You like sexy, don’t you?”
At first he’d give you a giggle and a simple ‘thank you’ but if he were feeling a bit more playful, he’d continue to tease you with doing sexual movements like biting his lip or poking his sinful tongue between his lips.
“Thanks for the boost of confidence”
Jimin is most likely going to do that shy-sexy low giggle that he usually does as he tries to find out what you’re up to, he’d be extremely turned on by this though and will no doubt continue to tease you through more sexy gazes and movements, wanting more of your attention.
“What are you up to?”
sexy beast. He’d be so turned on by this and give you a playful wink or smirk with the occasional lip bites and then probably say some sort of kinky shit that’ll prove to you his sex appeal.
“Are you trying to start something, baby?
Hoseok’s reaction would depend on his mood. If you guys were in public where many people could easily hear your conversation, he would probably just laugh your comment off with a simple “Thanks”
But when you guys were in a more secluded area, he would give you a little smirk as he threateningly moved closer and closer to you before leaning in and whispering something kinky. Hoseok probably has a praising kink
“Care to tell me more?”
He’d probably be confused as to what made you say something like that out of the blue, but then would be interested and start asking you all types of questions, asking you what you thought was sexy about him and then just shrug and continue whatever he was doing. He’d remember to put his knowledge to use for the next time though…
“You’re into that stuff huh?”
Jin probably won’t take your comment seriously and would just give you a playful smile along with a wink before charming you with his own way of saying thank you.
I fell in love with your words, with your thoughts, with your heart. The way you smile, the way you laugh, the way you light up when you talk about something you love. The way you bite your lower lip, the way you look at me, the way you hold me in your arms. I fell in love with the way you roll over into my arms at night, I fell in love with the way you always smile when you wake up, I fell in love with how kind you are to everyone. I fell in love with your soul.
CastielXReader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
Word Count: 1980
A/N: Jealous!Cas with
a hint of Dom!Cas for extra spice. Public sex. Adult/NSFW/smut warning!!! A little fluffy,
because I don’t know how to write Castiel without the fluff. I am not ashamed of this.
laughter rose above all else - the din of bar conversation, the clinking of
glass, the sloshing of alcohol, and the classic rock humming on repeat from the
jukebox. It needled at the patient reserve of the angel isolated in a dimly lit
corner. Castiel’s steel-blue eyes smoldered - fixed on the raven-haired man in
a well-fitted suit situated at the bar - lids burdened with disdain.
hair flirtatiously tossed, teasingly dragging your lower lip through biting
teeth, fingers playing with the lapel of the man’s coat, you exuded virility.
pitch of your giggle pierced the seraph more painfully than any angel blade
could - fuel to the flame, his fiery gaze flared, the wrath directed towards
this stranger barely contained in tightly wound muscles primed to snap. Cas
observed you dance this dance before – the choreography a festering lesion seared
into his memory. Next, you would excuse yourself on some pretext to reapply
needless makeup and straighten already perfectly mussed hair. Upon returning,
you would whisper something meant only for the stranger’s ears, yet also perceived
by angelic ones - an invitation to call it a night and join you in your motel
room. The rare evening such as this one, witnessing you escape the rigors of
the hunter life into a stranger’s arms, was nearly overwhelming. The angel seethed
with envy, longing for those words to be uttered from your honeyed lips - spoken
only for him. But you didn’t look at him that way, and never laughed so freely
when he spoke.
“Okay I’m the Card Czar” you said, pulling up a black card “What are my parents hiding from me?” you said reading the words on the card. Biting your lower lip you looked between the boys. “Eh, touchy subject.. I’ll pick another card”
Imagine, it’s the day of the month where you have to dye his hair.
The sun is already up high in the sky when you opened your eyes. Your naked form is wrapped all around the satin sheets, while your head is using his bare white chest as pillow. You smile when you feel the ach from last night between your legs.
You put yourself closer to him, liking his warm body against you. You started to slowly drawing his chest tattoo with the tip of your finger. Goose bumps arise on him, and, not even a second later, it’s powerful enough to make him tremble a little.
He groans in his sleep.
That sound is enough to create a pool of wetness between your legs. You bite your lower lip, looking at his naked form with envy. You lift yourself so you can peck in his softly. Your hands goes lower on his stomach, caressing it all the down till his navel.
The movement of your hands is stopped when you feel his on your hand, tangling his fingers in your hair.
Lifting your head off of his neck, grinning slightly. You flip your right leg on the other side to be on top of him. You can feel his hard meat pressing on your middle. That position makes you feel in power. Even though you clearly know you’ll never truly be the dominating one.
You take both of his large wrist inside your littles palms, putting his arms by each side of his head. You lean towards his perfect face and peck his mouth. You smile when you see that he still have some of your ruby red lipstick from last night all over his lips.
“Good morning, puddin’,” You say teasingly while starting to move your lower waist against his.
His intense eyes his piercing yours. He doesn’t pronounce a word. He doesn’t need to. His hard face and his hardening cock say it all.
A cheekily laugh comes out of your mouth and you start to rock your hips faster, liking the effect it have on him. The wetness of your pussy creates the sensation between your legs that you were seeking for.
You close your eyes and let out a loud moan.
Suddenly, you find yourself being on your back, the weight of the Joker stopping you to move your waist.
“Mornin’,baby,” say his raspy voice.
His rock hard cock is pressing tight against your clit, making you struggle to not beg for him to start moving. You know he won’t. He’ll just keep you waiting, dripping for more until you turn completely crazy. Only for his own selfish pleasure.
“You’re little pussy want more, hum?” He snarled.
“Yes, daddy,” you say in a girly voice.
“Even after I totally destroyed it last night? Even after I feed it twice with my baby making cream, it’s still hungry?” He start to move his hips slowly, teasing you. With each stoke, the head of his cock his bumping against your sensible clit. You can feel each and every vein molding itself into you.
He wants you to moan, to explode with desire.
You nod your head, not trusting your voice.
His hand is suddenly wrapped around your neck. The pressure makes you search for air at first, but after a couple of minutes, you become use to it.
“Answer me.” He say severely with a mad smile on his face.
His crazy blue eyes are connect with yours. His hair fall in front of his pure white face. You squint your eyes at the sight in front of you, but you rapidly come back into normal, praying hard that he didn’t see it. You’re prayers are erase as soon as they come when you see him looking at you with interrogation. His movement are abruptly stopped. You swear in your head.
Fucking shit. It’s not today that you’ll get fuck.
“Your hair.” You said bitterly.
“What’s about them?”
“You have a regrowth.”
Not even a second later, he’s already out of the bed and into the bathroom, probably looking at his precious hair.
You shouldn’t have shown anything. Or said anything, just brush it off. You know how important his hair was for him. It was a part of what made him, him. Just like his red lips. If he didn’t have one or another, he wasn’t the Joker, the Prince of crime, he was simply just another useless gangster.
You get out of bed, putting on your dark blue nighty dress and go after him. His hair are a complete mess, like if he had passed his fingers in it more than a thousand times. He’s looking in the drawers like a mad man, searching for his dyeing product.
You sight and go straight for the drawer next to the mirror. You open the door and you take out the vibrant green hair colorant.
“Is that what you looking for, puddin’?” You ask pointing at the box in your hands.
He turns around faster than the wind, looking worried. His face is all tensed up, but when he sees the little box you’re holding, it unbend instantly.
“Oh, baby, what would I do without you?” he asks, lifting his hands towards you.
Feeling the blush rising in your cheeks, you get out of the bathroom to go back into your room. You put on a old shirt already stain with old dyeing product. You go back to the washroom, carrying a chair with you.
“C’mon puddin’, come and let your baby take care of you!”
His wicked smile make you bite your lips in need.
“And daddy will take good care of you after we’re finished.” He said, his voice holding many promising, that you cannot wait to see.
You smile while opening the box and take out the tube. You take out a little pot and put the dyeing powder inside of it with water. You start to mix it and when it have the right consistency, you put the white latex gloves and wait for the water to be at the right temperature.
You slowly start to wet his hair with a little bit of liquid. You start to message softly head at the same time.
A groan comes out of him and you feel him leaning towards you.
“Oh, yeah, just like that baby” he spoke in daylight.
“You like that?”
“Keep going, and maybe you’ll get a reward after.”
Hurry up ! The voice in your head tells you.
When his head is damp enough, you start to apply the dyeing product, with the brush that came with the package, at the roots of his hair. Your tongue comes out of your mouth. You’re so concentrate to do a good job, that you don’t even realize it. If there’s a spot that you missed, he’ll know it, and he’ll make sure that you know it, too. And not in a good way.
“Someone is eager to have her prize,” he state, chuckling.
“Well, if it is the same as the last time, I have all the reasons in the world to be eager,” you answered.
“It will be even better.”
“I doubt it,” you tell him.
“And why’s that, (y/n)?”
“Last time, I couldn’t walk straight for a week, and you put so much galloons of cum inside of me that I had to stay on the toilet for a good hour to get it all out.”
He leans his head back in laugher. A cheeky smile comes to your lips while thinking about that memory. The joker had had a really tough week, and he explode when he came back at home for you to told him that his hair were due. He fucked you hard and fast on the counter of the bathroom for a good two hours, coming in you more than once and telling you all the filthy things that was passing through his mind at the time. At the end of the night, when the sun was starting to show itself, you had the counter border graved on your stomach and you were all sticky with sweat. You remember the feeling of your cum mixing with his running down yours legs and down the tile floor. You though that he would let you go, but you were wrong. He lift you on the counter and put your legs up and let them fall down on his muscular shoulders. He started to eat all of your magnificent juice till the last drop.
You shook your head violently. It’s not the time to get distracted, your head tells you. Your pussy, though, is telling you another story.
Ten minutes later, you put the brush back into the pot.
“Just have to wait 30minutes now,” you tell him.
He lift himself out of his chair, stretching his sore limbs. You lick your lips in desire when you see his arms muscles flexing, deliciously.
Fucking green hair.
30 minutes later.
You put his head under the jet to wash of all off the excess product. When it’s done, you cut off the water and take the hair dryer beside you and put it in the higher level possible. You brush his hair how he does it in a normally basis. As his hair becomes dryer and dryer, you can see the vibrant green coming through.
Finally! Finally, you see an end to this fucking torture that he put you through.
Five minutes later, set down the engine. He looks into the mirror while passing one of his hand full of rings into his hair, examining it. You’re not nervous.
You know you did a great job.
He turns around, his face void of any emotions. You look at each other for a good minute and then.
He smile, taking your small hips between his big white hands and pull you closer to him. He caress your face, still smiling.
“That’s a very good girl. Daddy is proud of you.”
“Does that mean you’re going to take care of me?” You ask, your voice full of hope.
“Yes baby girl,” he says, pressing his hips hard against yours. You can feel his long and hard cock throbbing in his short. “Daddy’s going to take care of you.”
summary: jack has stretch marks and is learning to love himself. bitty already loves him. some nsfw under the cut (the most explicit part of it is pretty brief though).
this is my grand return to writing after about a 2-month absence, so i hope you like it!!! i promise it’s really not as porny as the beginning makes it sound please don’t let the cut throw you off i just had to put it in somewhere
Not a perfect relationship ~ Min Yoongi [Smut/Angst]
Group: BTS Member: Min Yoongi Type: Smut/Angst Word Count: 3.334
out the window. The sky is tar-black and the large clouds are moving towards
you. You hear a tapping noise on the window and then it becomes a
pitter-patter. People run for cover outside and umbrellas are opened as the
clouds spat out their beds of water.
You nervously fumble with your fingernail, constantly biting onto your lower
lip. You turn your head away from the gloomy day, keeping your eyes fixated on
the tiles underneath your feet.
“Let’s break up.” You whisper at the ground, feeling your eyes tear up.
“What?” Yoongi asks loudly, the confusion in his voice making you lift up your
head. His eyes are widely open, his mouth trembling, his eyes locking with
“Let’s end what we had.” You repeat, the edges of your lips curving into a
smile. The last smile you’re able to give to him without feeling your heart
break into pieces. “Why?” Yoongi whispers back at you, his voice trembling as
he speaks. He takes your hand into his big ones, circling the back of your hand
with his thumb. “Why so suddenly?”
You take in a deep breath and shut your eyes to control your emotions from
spilling out all at once. The smile on your face hiding the tears in your eyes.
“This relationship isn’t good for any of us, Yoongi. It’s making us sick. You’re
living the life you’ve always dreamed of while I’m still trying to find my
place in this world.” You answer, gently pulling your hand out of his. Tears
start running down your flushed cheeks and you quickly wipe them away before
he’s able to notice. “I guess this is goodbye now.” You say to him before
turning around and walking through the door, letting your tears run.
“Real feelings don’t just go away!” Yoongi screams after you, his voice had a
gloom to it that matches exactly how you feel.
A smile tugs on the edge of your lips by his words, nodding gently before
turning around to him and saying the one thing you thought you never had to say
to him, “I guess my feelings were never real for you then.”
Your body disappears in the rain, the million tiny droplets soaking your pink
jacket. You let out a frustrating sob, running your hand through your hair.
You’re frustrated with yourself for letting him go so easily. For not fighting
for the only person who could’ve ever made you feel loved. You start missing
him more the further away you get from his apartment, the further away you walk
from the memory of your relationship. How badly you want to turn around and run
into his arms and tell him that you never wanted to leave him, but something
inside of you tells you that you can’t, for his sake.
You wipe the tears away with the sleeve of your jacket, kicking a brown leave
with your foot. Trees are shedding themselves from the last remains of summer,
quickly moving on.
Suddenly you hear footsteps inching closer with a quick pace, almost running in
your direction. You stop mid-walk and almost trip when you try to listen to the
noise more closely.
A hand slams down on your shoulder from behind; you cry out and spin around to
see a soaked Yoongi staring past you. You feel something inside you softening
by the thought of him running after you. He’s panting heavily, his eyebrows
furrowed in frustration. “Tell me the
truth, Y/N.” Yoongi mumbles in-between heavy breathing, not caring that his
voice sound harsh.
You bite down on your lower lip, feeling
your stomach tighten when his tone becomes huskier. “You have no clue how much
I cared,” You start, looking up at him through glistening eyes, the rain
hitting your bodies from above. “How much it took in me just to say goodnight
sometimes, knowing that you’re on the other side of the world and not where I
need you. How much I forced myself to believe that things will be different
this time.” Your breath hitches in your throat, feeling the anxiety rise deep
inside of you. You look away from him, a lonely tear making its’ way down your
You shake your head, looking at your feet. “They weren’t.” You chuckle at your
own words. “But you were the first person I ever loved and I can’t thank you
“Y/N…” His voice has dropped to a whisper, his face now a full shade paler.
“Let’s not make this hurt more than it has to.” You answer and turn around to
leave but he reaches out and squeezes your shoulder, forcing you to turn back
to him. Your lips are only a hairs-breadth away from his and you turn away
quickly, your heartbeat quickening when you realize how it feels to be hold by
him. He lifts up his arm and places his hand underneath your chin, pulling your
face towards his. His magnetic stare burns into yours, the bleak look tucked
inside his eyes pleads me to understand. To forgive. His jaw is set in a firm
line, lips pressed together, cheeks pink from the ice in the air. “I can’t
promise you a perfect relationship,” He states softly, his voice coming out as
nothing more than a whisper. “but what I can promise you is that it was never
my intend to hurt the only girl who holds my heart…”
You cup your palm against the side of his face, your fingers curling into his
satin skin. You continue to stare at each other until you can no longer resist
his allure and pull his mouth towards yours.
“I swear,” Harry spoke, urgency in his tone as he wanted me, needed me, to understand, “I am sorry.”
His nervousness was showed through the light tremble of his fingers, the messy look of his hair and by the biting of his lower lip. Harry’s green orbs desperately met mine, silently begging me to believe him. I appreciated him not stepping closer to me, respecting that I needed to have some distance, a little space, so I could sort my thoughts. Though I knew he ached to reach me and have me give him comfort and it was difficult to resist him, too, as I disliked it greatly when he was tormented by guilt. He always got that look in his eyes when he knew he’d done something wrong. His cheeks would be flushed, his lips somehow paler and his eyes held a certain dullness that replaced the sparkle they normally had in them.
“Y/N, please. Try to understand.”
I sighed and shook my head. The palms of my hands pressed to my cheeks and I gently moved the tips of my fingers in a circular motion against my temples.
“I am tired, Harry,” I muttered, my voice dry and my tone much rougher than what I intended.
Harry’s eyes closed and he took a step back in defeat. “Tired of me?”
“Tired of everything,” I elaborated, letting my hands slip down again so I could look at him properly.
Harry’s gaze followed me observantly as I picked up another two of the win e glasses set on our coffee table, before walking through our living room and into the kitchen. The people I (well, technically, we) had invited over tonight had long left and though my friend Kate had aided me in tiding some of the remaining glasses and foods around, there was still a lot to clean. I wetted a cloth under the stream of hot tap water, hissing when it touched my skin.
Tonight hadn’t been supposed to be anything special. It hadn’t meant a lot. And that was exactly why it upset me so much that he hadn’t made time for it. Harry was busy more times than not, which was understandable given his dedication to his job. I’d known I’d have to share his time with his work as if his music was a third party in our relationship, and I respected that form day one. But now he was on his hiatus and though he still had things to do and projects to work on, it meant he could decide his schedule himself and arrange time around as he pleased. It made it easier for both of us, as we automatically saw each other much more often and I loved having him home more. Unfortunately however, Harry had one big flaw. Having lived with a tight schedule for so long, he’d learned quickly how to make priorities and most of the time, those priorities had been his career related things. Now that he technically had the freedom to put something else first, he still had great difficulty doing so. Tonight, Harry and I had planned on holding a small gathering of friends at our newly bought house in east London. It had been all I’d had on my mind all week and I’d worked my ass off to organize it, get all the foods our guest could want (including the boring super healthy things H loved and tried to get me on board with, too) and buy alcoholic liquids to ensure we’d all have a relaxed and fun evening. And in many ways it had been a success. I hadn’t seen one person mope around or alone all night and Kate had even made me introduce her to one of Harry’s friends, saying that she fancied him. I’d had fun and enjoyed spending time with the people I cared for deeply, the only thing that made it less perfect was the fact that Harry didn’t show up until half of our guests invited had left already.
I knew I should have known. Harry hadn’t helped organize anything, which should have been a clear sign form the start that he didn’t care. And I knew exactly why. If I’d told him it was for a birthday, he would have been there. If I’d claimed to be celebrating someone’s promotion at work, he would have been there. Any reason, any occasion, he would have made time and been his usual warm and attentive self. It was the things without apparent meaning behind them that he made no time for. And that upset me.
I squeezed the cloth in my hand and briefly wondered if I was being ridiculous. At least my boyfriend was there when I needed him to be for something important, but was it really that silly that I wanted him around for simple and normal things, as well? A sigh fell from my mouth. Even if I were to confront Harry about it now, I was sure I wouldn’t have made much sense.
“I’ll be here next time, Y/N.”
I turned around to face him where he was stood in the doorway. His body was tense and his fists clenched and my heart ached at how utterly sad he looked. His features were tight and his eyes wide.
“Harry,” I breathed, “I don’t care about a next time right now. You know how much I wanted you here tonight.”
He nodded and let his head hung low before sniffling noisily, making my knees weak. Oh dear god, don’t cry.
“M’sorry,” he repeated in a whisper, his eyes still on his feet.
I swallowed, fighting the tears burning my own eyes before stepping closer to him, throwing the wet cloth aside in process. Harry flinched when my arms wrapped around his shoulders, before he whimpered and leaned into my touch. A low hum fell from his lips when I pressed a kiss to his shoulder and I relaxed against him, taking in his familiar smell. Harry’s own arms hesitantly wrapped around my waist, before tightening once he was sure I wouldn’t push him off again. His face buried into my neck and his nose grazed along my skin, making me gasp quietly. I wound my hands into his hair and gently pulled at his hair, massaging his head in process as I knew he found comforting.
“Please make time in the future,” I whispered against his ear, “for the ordinary things.”
he was driving fast. the music was blasting. the two of you were pretty drunk, which not only made him more reckless, but also more crazier. he laughed, his big hand on your tight. the street was nearly empty, the night as black as possible. his hand travelled up, making you shiver. while he drove and had only one hand free, you had both of yours. slowly you started teasing him, letting your hand wander up and down his tight and his cock. he growled, biting his lower lip. you felt how turned on he was. suddenly he ripped around the wheel, making you scream a little. he stopped the car and pulled you into a rough kiss. “I want you. now.” he growled, grabbing you by the hip and placing you on his lap. with his left hand he lowered the seat, while his right hand was already busy with your shirt. you moaned, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. he wasn’t that soft. instead he ripped apart your dresses. “damn, that was my favourite dress.” you cried out, but he only laughed. “I buy you 10 new one.” quickly he opened your bra, cupping your breasts with his hands, his thumbs slowly rubbing along your soft skin, making you shiver. “you like that, kitten?” you nodded. “say it. pretty pretty please.” “I like it.” you moaned, while he places kisses along your collarbone, leaving marks. his right hand travelled down your stomach, finding his destination. you moaned as he touched your already hot pussy. “already so wet for my kitten.” he laughed, slowly starting rubbing you. your moans became louder, while you softly bit in his neck. only seconds later he had managed to make you moan his name. you were dripping wet and very close. “please, I..” you moaned, then he suddenly stopped, making you cry out in frustration. he opened his pants and boxers, showing off his huge erection. without thinking about it you lowered yourself, finding yourself riding him. he purred and grinned at you, twirling your hair between his fingers. your moans raised and your started to scream as you nearly finished. before you came he pulled you into a tight kiss. “come for me, kitten.” he whispered, which was all you needed to finish yourself all over him.
“What?” Negan asks while you undress him, biting your lower lip. “You’re not in the fucking mood?”
For a second you giggle about his silly pun before you shake your head. “It’s nothing.”
You stroke over his bare chest down to his pants, but he catches your hand, holding it still.
“You ain’t a good liar. Tell me.”
“It’s just,” You sigh, slightly blushing. “I saw Simon the other day in the shower and yeah.”
“Did he touched you?” Negan’s eyes glowing dangerously and you quickly shake your head.
“No, no. Wait.” Negan smirks, slipping his hand in your panties. “Woho girl, wait here.”
Confused you blink as he leaves you alone and sit down on the bed.
Is Negan mad at you now?
You look up as the door opens again and Negan comes in. Together with Simon.
“My girl is in a special mood tonight.” Negan chuckles while Simon’s gaze wanders over your nearly naked body. “She watched you in the shower, didn’t you doll?”
Simon’s eyes blowing with lust at the little word and you lick your lips as the bulge in his pants is growing.
“What do you want to do with her?” Negan asks.
“I want her to sit on my face.” Simon smiles, making Negan chuckle and you moan quietly.
You stand up, waiting for Negan’s permission before you turn to Simon. Your hands are shaking in joyous expectation as you undress him. Impressed you let your fingers over his abs circle.
Negan’s body is a story for itself, but Simon…
Before you can hold back you go on your knees, licking and biting your way down from his stomach to his steel hard erection. In the corner of your eyes you see that Negan enjoys the little show you give him as you take Simon’s cock in your mouth and letting your tongue slides over it.
As Negan comes closer you take his cock in your hand, pumping him in a fast pace. The groans they both let out making you wetter than you already are.
“That wasn’t the plan.” Simon winks and tugs your hair so that you let him go.
You let your panties drop and open your bra while Simon lays down on the bed. You follow him and squat down on his face. Simon’s nails scratching over your thighs while he licks through your slit.
“Shit.” You moan as his tongue slides in your heating core, his mustache tickles on your sensitive skin of your pussy.
“Boy has a hella long thing in his fucking mouth and now,” Negan chuckles and turns your face to him. “suck.”
Willingly you open your mouth and swallow Negan’s length nearly completely. You know what he wants, using a little bit of your teeth as you bob your head back and forth while your hand finds his balls. Softly you scratch over the sensitive skin, massaging them.
Your eyes fall shut and you moan around Negan’s cock as Simon reaches your g-spot.
“Don’t let her come.” Negan growls and Simon stops.
They chuckle as you let out a gagging whimper at the loss of Simon’s tongue.
Not able to move from the pleasure Negan helps you to stand up before Simon stands up so that Negan can lie down.
“You know in which of your tight holes I want.” Negan smirks and you nod.
With your back towards Negan you crouch down, taking his cock to guide him in your back entrance. You hiss quietly as he fills you out.
“Ready?” Simon asks and you wipe some of your juice from his mustache, licking it from your thumb.
Your head falls back on Negan’s shoulder as Simon enters you. In a steady powerful rhythm Simon starts thrusting in you while Negan jerks his hips up.
“Oh god, yes.” You moan as they find the angles which pleasures you the most.
Simon bends down and sucks your nipples, one by one, in his mouth. Giving you an extra satisfaction.
They’re getting faster, the bed is cracking under your weight and movements. The room is filled with your groans and the obscene wet it makes every time they slide their cocks out of you before they bury themselves as deep as possible in you. Your hands fist the sheets and a part of Negan’s arm as the knot in your lower stomach coils.
“Negan! Simon!” You scream out as the orgasm rushes through you.
Pleasure radiates from your center in hot, throbbing beats.
“(Y/N).” Simon groans deeply, pounding with erratic thrusts in you.
Negan’s teeth buries in the skin of your neck, the vibration of his growl tickles on your skin as they both nearly at the same time spill their hot arousal in you.
For a moment no one of you move, enjoying the pure bliss you’ve experienced before Simon slides out of you to get dressed.
Simon sends you a worrying gaze as you stand up with shaking legs and you send him a satisfied smile.
“Let’s get you in the shower.” Negan slaps your ass while Simon leaves you with a small nod.
“Klaus Mikaelson?” you asked as you walked up to the man stood next to a dark haired man and blonde woman. “Yes, how can I help you?” he asked, brows furrowed as he looked at you not recognising your face. “May I have a word?” you asked, gesturing over to the side. He nodded as he walked away from the two he was beside to move a few feet away and talk with you. “Pardon me, but I don’t think we’ve met before” he acknowledged. “No we haven’t, that’s exactly why I here” you nodded, biting your lower lip. “I um….” you breathed nervously. “I’m your daughter”
Whenever Bucky tried
to concentrate, he would bite his lower lip.
Which happened whenever
he focused on the newspaper’s crossword.
With his eyebrows
furrowed, his lower lip between his teeth and his hand tapping the pen ever so
slightly on the paper, he was fucking irresistible.
“Buck?” His eyes
instantly traveled to your figure, searching your whole body to make sure you
were alright before settling in yours. “I
need you to stop doing that because it’s really adorable and I’m trying to concentrate.”
He smirked at you and
leaned back on his chair.
You really had to
concentrate, you were finishing up a report from your last mission. But Bucky’s
cute frame wouldn’t let you.
“What do I get if I
Then he crossed his
arms over his chest and leaned on the table in front of him, making his muscles
bulge under his tight shirt.