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Not So Innocent Now

Word count: 1,460

Warning: smut, teasing, rough sex

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Summary/Request: Thank you @study-me-misha for my first request!

The reader is Sam and Dean’s younger sister and Cas has had feelings for her for a long time. She starts to tease him round the bunker which leads to him snapping.

Tags: @badwolfy08 @jensen-gal

Originally posted by malachai-winchester

Cas watched as Y/N, the middle Winchester child, hugged her brothers after a particularly long and gruelling case. The look of triumph and her relaxed smile made Cas smile to himself. He always thought she looked so beautiful in these moments of complete satisfaction, being held in the arms of her family. A wave of sorrow also crashed through Cas as he wished for this love from his own family, but sadly he was an outcast from them. Abruptly, Cas was broken from his thoughts as Y/N ran over and embraced him tightly.

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Beast Inside (Draco Malfoy x reader smut)

Y/N Y/L/N was a classy, polite, keep-my-head-high type of girl.

Draco Malfoy was a rude, I’m-too-rich-and-powerful-for-you bad boy.

He teased her a lot, just like he did with everybody else, but with her, it was different. He was intrigued by her good girl outlook. She never once insulted him or anyone, nor cuss, nor did anything wild and reckless. He wanted so badly to break her shell and see what’s really inside this elegant Barbie Doll. She was too innocent, he just wanted to fuck her senseless, leaving her begging for more.

And the Malfoys always gets what they want… Almost.

“Heading to the library again, Y/L/N?” Draco laughed, blocking her way. Y/N tried to ignore him, but he knocked all her books down.
“Oi! I’m talking to you little miss!” He tugged her arm roughly.

Suddenly, his back crashed against the wall, his hands pinned to his sides. An angry, furious, Y/N stood in front of him.
“WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR BULLSHIT, YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TREAT PEOPLE LIKE THAT YOU LITTLE BASTARD!”

Draco was speechless. He stared straight at her, shocked. But he couldn’t deny it… She was hot. Her brows furrowed, her red cheeks and the flames in her eyes… Wow.

Suddenly, she crashed her lips onto his. He kissed back with just as much hunger. He dragged her into a random classroom and locked the door. This time, he pressed her back to the wall, sucking and biting on her swollen lips. He moved to her jaw, then her neck, leaving dark purple spots.
Y/N was definitely full of surprises. She pushed him hard as he landed on the professor’s table and quickly ripped open his shirt. Buttons flew everywhere as she took her turn to kiss his chest. Her slender fingers caressed each and every abs on his stomach as she bit his earlobe.

They were rough. Animalistic, even.

Their clothes were quickly thrown on the floor. Draco growled at the sight of her naked. He needed her, so bloody much. His fingers quickly made their way to her vagina. He pushed one in and thrusted roughly. “Urgh…F-fuck… Draco..” He felt himself getting harder and harder by the second just by the sound of her moans. He added another one, curling and twisting it, and this time, he attached his tongue to her sex, sucking her hard.

Y/N ’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she approached her orgasm. She loved the way his hands roamed her curves, the way his soft lips cherished her body. His skilled fingers and tongue rocked her body in a way nobody could ever do.
And the fact that they were mad at each other made it so much better.

Suddenly, he stopped. He lifted his head and grinned mischievously at her.
“Can’t let you have all the fun, darling.”

Y/N sat up and straddled the boy. Draco’s eyes widened in shock….. Once again. She lowered herself on him, moaning as his dick filled her in completely. She started to roll her hips, her hands resting on his chest and his on her bum.
He groaned loudly and smacked her butt cheeks. Hard. She screeched in surprised but started bouncing on top of him. Draco sat up, biting her shoulder and spanked her again, his handprint visible on her bum. He sucked on her erected nipples as he thrusted upwards, repeatedly hitting her g-spot.
“Touch yourself for me, baby girl.”

She whimpered and her hand reached down to her pussy. She rubbed herself as his eyes traveled her movements with desire.

Her orgasm came quick. She screamed his name as she came, her juice covering his cock. Draco couldn’t take it anymore. Her being hot and sweaty, straddling his lap as she bounced on top of him was too much. “Y-Y/N!” He shot his cum inside her.

Slowly, they rode out of their high. He gently pulled out of her and his strong arms wrapped around her waist.
“That… Was amazing….” She whispered.
Draco smiled and kissed her forehead. He definitely loved this side of her.

anonymous asked:

So I've been thinking about carpool karaoke with Harry lately and I was wondering if you could do a little blurb about it?? Like y/n and Harry on a road trip just singing every song that played and him laughing at how terrible of a singer you are but like still loving you. It should be so cute and fluffy that I wanna vomit ya know?? Love you!!

Susie you should write a blurb about Harry’s girl taking charge in the bedroom!

Joined these two.  This was fun.  Bit of a surprise in here.  Haven’t written that scenario before.  Enjoy.

The trip from Los Angeles to Las Vegas was around four hours.  When Harry suggested a quick road trip and a weekend together in Vegas, you could hardly resist.  It would be the only real time together the two of you had been able to get since his solo CD had been released.

His tour was slated to start in three weeks, this gig in Vegas was strictly a fan thing.  The car was packed with the necessary food haul for a road trip though it was modified because both you and Harry were health freaks.  So instead of the standard junk food there was a cooler full of water, fruit and a nut/berry concoction Harry swore was better than sex.  You’d just have to see about that, you told him with wiggled eyebrows.

And you were off.  The first hour had been easy conversation about all the things the two of you had missed about each other’s lives while Harry had been gone promoting.  Your new job, his offer for his own record company, you made it to five mile runs without stopping, he’d graduated to being able to deadlift close to 350 lbs.  It was discussions like these that you missed the most.  Nothing important was being said yet everything important was being said.  This was the good stuff.  The things about Harry that no one else knew but you.  Mundane details that were insignificant but made up who he was.  All the reasons you loved him.

You thumbed through your Spotify, smiling to yourself when you connected your phone to his truck’s Bluetooth and turned on your roadtrip playlist.

Harry looked over at you,

“What’s this?”

“I made it special.  When you suggested a roadtrip I knew we had to have music.  What roadtrip is complete without music.”

Harry reached over to squeeze your hand,

“Very true, My Love.”

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Not the Jealous Type

Request: I was wondering if you could do a Remus imagine where he heard guys talking about Y/N, his girlfriend, about how he doesn’t deserve her and he thinks it’s true but then he hears them talking about hot is she and how they imagine touching her body and he just gets so angry that he goes up to her and just kiss her so hard and it gets smut from here? And please can you make him so dominant and like in charge? You know, tying her to the bed and fistful of hair? Thanks Awesome writing btw, LOVE IT!!

A/N: So, I made the reader a bad-ass Hufflepuff, because I like to imagine I’m a bad-ass Hufflepuff. I’m not actually bad-ass, but I like to pretend to be bad-ass.  

Warnings: SMUT!!! And slight creepiness….

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Remus Lupin was never the jealous type. Sure, he would get angry when someone was flirting with his girlfriend, but he knew that she would tell them off. They both trusted each other enough to know that they wouldn’t cheat. So, that never gave either of them reason to be jealous. Besides, most boys knew that she was off limits, just because of the sheer amount of times she had trouble walking and how there were certain days she would fold up her collar to hide the hickeys littered on her neck. So it came as a shock to her when he overheard something pertaining to his beautiful girl.

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He was on Prefect duty when he overheard it happen the first time. 

“Yeah, so how are things going with asking (Y/L/N) out?” He heard a hushed voice. Remus gritted his teeth and clenched his hand into a fist.

“It’s fine, but then her ‘pwecious wittwe boyfwiend’ Lupin always shows up.” Another voice said mockingly.

“Yeah, he doesn’t fucking deserve her.” The first voiced growled out.

“Hey, Assholes!” A female voice shouted out. “I think I’ll decide who I deserve for myself, so why don’t you go fuck yourselves, because you obviously are too pathetic to get someone who would want to fuck you.”

Remus rounded the corner from where he was standing and you noticed and quickly walked past the two boys to your boyfriend. You placed a kiss on the side of his cheek. “Hey, Remus.” You said before grabbing his hand and pulling him around the corner and then you stopped. 

“Remus, are you okay?” You ask worriedly.

“Yeah.” He said distractedly, still not sure what happened.

“Don’t listen to them. They’re douchebags, okay?” You told him, cupping his face and forcing him to look at you.

He gulped a bit before nodding his head. 

You smiled at him brightly and he smiled back before grabbing your hands and lacing your fingers together.“I love you.” You said shyly, kissing him quickly.

“I love you more, my little badass Hufflepuff.” He said while nuzzling your nose.

“Somehow, I don’t think you could love me more than I love you.” You whispered to him, before placing another kiss on his lips. You pulled away, before un-lacing your fingers and starting to walk away. “I have to go to the library. See you later, Remy!” You yelled as you headed down the hallway to head to the library.

As you walked away, Remus chuckled before shaking his head slightly wondering how he was lucky enough to be dating you.

Little did he know that you were feeling the same way.

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When he overheard it the second time, he was in the library studying for a Transfiguration exam.

“So, I heard that (Y/L/N) is good in bed.” One voice said.

“Yeah, I heard that she was going around giving blowjobs to anyone who asked.” Another voice said.

Remus clenched his teeth and tried to ignore it, trying to focus on his studying.

“Do you think she would give me one?” The first voice asked.

Remus’ hand formed a fist, and his quill broke in half. He felt his body stiffen with anger.

“Maybe, if she stopped hanging around that fucking Lupin.” The other voice said.

“Yeah, he doesn’t fucking deserve her.” The first voice agreed.

“Just imagine her moaning and writhing underneath you.”

“Yeah, and her screaming our name and she would finger herself.”

“And she would love her boobs being squeezed.”

Remus growled and stood up not being able to stand them hearing about defiling his girl anymore. He walked over to the table, not hearing anything but the blood pounding in his ears. He walked over and they were still engrossed in their conversation and he growled softly. His hand curled into a fist and he punched the table and glared at them. 

“I’d suggest you fuckers shut the hell about fucking my girl.” He snarled at them. “She’s my bloody girlfriend, not your plaything.” He seethed, his voice dangerously low. “And if you lay a hand on her, I’ll hunt you down and fucking murder you.” His voice was low and his green eyes had darkened to a gray.

“Hey, Remy.” Your cheerful voice cut through the air.

He turned on his heel and stared at you with his angry, intense eyes. He pushed you up to the nearest bookcase and smashed his lips to yours. His hands were everywhere, your hips, your waist, your shoulders. He had pinned your smaller frame up against the bookcase with no way of escaping. Not that you wanted to. This very possessive Remus excited you, if you were being completely honest. You melted into the kiss before he pulled away to stare down at you. Your cheeks were flushed, your eyes lidded and glazed and you were breathing heavily. He stared at your heaving chest making him go rock hard. 

“Remus.” You gasped out. “What’s gotten into you?” You ask, still breathing heavily. 

Instead of an answer, he kisses you again even more forcefully. He gripped your hips and ground into you, causing you to moan into his mouth. He took advantage of that and shoved his tongue into your mouth, and was completely dominating you. You loved it, though. But, you didn’t want to get caught. So, you brought your hands up to his shoulders to push him away from you.

“Not here, Remus.” You panted. Your protests faltered as he moved his face to your neck and started attacking the exposed skin there. 

“Remus.” You moaned out, trying your best to not give into his touch. “Remus, we have class.” You said, pushing him away, again.

“Fuck class.” He growled out. He stared at you with his smoldering gaze again, and you tried rubbing your thighs together to ease the tension building up inside of you. He grabbed you, and threw you over his shoulder, so that you were looking at his back, as he held onto your legs.

“Remus?” You question.

You felt a hand smack your backside. “Shut the hell up, unless you want to suffer.” Remus growled out. 

He stalked out of the library and before you knew it you were in his bedroom. He threw you onto his bed and you landed with an “oomph.”

“Remus, what’s going on?” You ask, slightly concerned, but thoroughly turned on. 

His eyes darkened even more, if that were possible. He pinned you down before growling into your ear. “You talked. Guess my girl is gonna have to suffer.” He nibbled on your earlobe causing a shiver to run up your body. He crashed his lips to your again and loosened your tie. He pinned your arms above your head and bound them with your tie. You moaned as his hand trailed down to your hip and gripped it bringing you closer. You lifted your leg and hooked it over his hip, grinding up into his crotch. He moaned into the kiss before his hand brought your other leg around his waist. His hands moved down to your ass, massaging and groping it causing you to moan even more and you moved your hips trying to create more friction. He smirked into the kiss before smacking your ass and pulling away to look down at you.

“Dirty girl.” He whispered into your ear. “So needy.” His voice was husky sending shivers down your spine.

“I’m the needy one?” You ask, arching your eyebrow.

He smacked your ass again, harder this time, and growled at you. “I told you not to talk.” 

“Make me.” You challenge. 

He took off his tie and pulled your hair forcing your head up. “Open your mouth.” He commands. You obey. With your mouth open he uses his tie as a gag and still grabbing your hair he whispers into your ear, “You’re only allowed to move when I tell you you can. You can only moan when I want you to, and most importantly you can’t come until I give you permission. Understand?” He growls seductively. 

You nod furiously and he releases your hair letting you fall back into the mattress. He stares down at you; your (H/C) locks spread wildly, your (E/C) orbs dark, your cheeks flushed, your chest heaving and your arms above your head making him want nothing more than to drill you into the mattress. He quickly rips your shirt off, buttons flying everywhere. When he sees your bra he growled frustratedly and just quickly rips it off. 

You try to protest, but not only were you gagged, but he was furiously rubbing your core through your panties. You push your hips into his hand, eager and wanting.

He shook his head. “Not yet, baby. You’ve gotta suffer.” He says, with a smirk. 

Your eyes widen because you just needed the relief. You tried to talk through the restraints, but only managed to make a series of pleading noises. 

He smirked down at you before pulling your skirt off your legs. He lifted one of your legs over his shoulder and started placing kisses on the inside of your thigh. He slowly works his way to your pulsating core, his slow nibbling driving you insane. He tortures your other leg the same way before he finally kisses you through your underwear. You (try to) moan loudly, your hips bucking into his face. He chuckles against your core, the vibrations driving you insane. You move your hips even more, but he pushes your hips down with one of his arms. 

He slowly pulled your underwear off before staring at your dripping core. He sticks a finger inside you without warning and start pumping furiously. He adds another finger and another and within moments you are ready to release, but before you can, he pulls his fingers out of you.

Your eyes which were closed, with the expectancy of ecstasy opened immediately and you felt so angry. But soon you were moaning through your restraints as Remus was eating you out. You were reaching your peak again, and you were ready to hit cloud nine when he pulled away. Again.

At this point you were beyond frustrated, because you couldn’t speak, couldn’t move and you couldn’t release. Remus released your gag and started to kiss you furiously. He moved away from your lips placing kisses down your jaw and neck.

“You can talk now, baby.” He said, while nibbling on your earlobe.

“Remus. Clothes. Off. Now.” You panted out, moaning lewdly as he moved on to sucking and nibbling at your perky nipples.

He chuckled against your breast before muttering out, “Needy, much?” 

“Remus.” You whined.He chuckles again and wastes no time in pulling off his shirt, pants and boxers. He pumped into you quickly and unexpectedly causing you to moan even louder. He thrusts into you relentlessly. You thrust your hips up to meet his, but couldn’t keep up, so you gave up, preferring to be dominated. 

You felt your high coming up. “Remus, please don’t stop.” You begged. “Please.” 

He gave no response, except plunging into you harder. You released all over him and screamed his name. He didn’t slow down, in fact he flipped you over and started fucking you from behind. He hit much deeper, and you moaned much louder. He started thrusting harder, the bed hitting the wall. He pounded into you relentlessly and you came again. He didn’t stop and he flipped you over again, placing your legs on his shoulders. 

“Please, don’t stop.” You moan out, your breath shaking.

“Don’t worry baby. I’m close too.” He reached up and undid your restraints and arms flew to his shoulders, your nails leaving red marks.

Within moments you both came, screaming each others name.

Needless to say, you couldn’t walk properly for a week afterwards and no boy ever talked about you again.

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There you go! Hope you enjoyed it!! Please send me more requests!!!

Collecting Hearts and Lobster Coats Part 2

“Just make me forget.” He kissed you. Immediately his tongue melded with yours, sweetened honey mixing with the soft surface of flan drizzled with sweet syrup.

Request: @anna1012131

Summary: The Reader and Negan’s budding relationship puts her loyalty to her family to the test.

Characters: The Reader, Negan

POV: Second Person

Warnings: smut, but nothing too heavy

Collecting Hearts and Lobster Coats 2

Negan’s trucks pulled away from Alexandria, your eyes closed and you sighed happily. Marijuana. It was like you were high when he was around. His eyes, dark and longing were like special brownies made just for you to devour. He made you forget, he took you to a brilliant world, beyond walkers and death and the monster that was life. Negan found a way to make you smile, even though he was the one who caused you pain. He just made you forget that. As soon as you remembered that your father would be looking for you, you sat up, abruptly. There was a knock at your door and panic swept across your face.

“Ca-c’mon in.” The door opened and there stood a very angry Rick Grimes.

“Y/N Grimes. I am so ashamed of you.” Eyes bulging out of your head you sat in surprise. “I walk up here to ask you to take care of Judith and I find my daughter in bed with Negan.” You stuttered, trying to make an excuse for what you had done. Make an excuse for the way you betrayed him and everyone you loved.

“I-I-Da-da-I”

“How could you fucking do that? How could you fucking do that to your family? What the hell were you thinking?” His words started to burn holes in your brain, causing tears to ripple down your cheeks.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered.

“That’s not good enough. Answer me! Now, right now I want to know why you’re fucking around as his whore.” You gasped. He had never said anything like that to you before.

“I am not a whore!” You spat at him and ran out the door.

“Y/N, y/n. That’s not what I meant.” You turned around and pushed him away.

“No, that is what you meant!” Running down the stairs you grabbed your jacket and a hand grabbed your arm.

“Y/N, I’m sorry.”

“GET AWAY FROM ME!” You yanked your arm away from his grasp and ran out the door, straight for the wall. You knew from the house it just looked like you were going to stay with Rosita, as you always did when you were upset, but you were leaving for good. You were going to take Negan up on his offer. Sure you were going to miss everyone, but you couldn’t live with a man who called his own daughter a whore. Using your usual strategy, you climbed the wall, not caring if anyone saw you or knew what happened with your dad. As soon as you hurdled the wall you ran as fast as you could, only stopping to kill a walker or two before you knew you were close to the Sanctuary. After Carl got into the Sanctuary he was able to give you all a detailed summary of the directions.

Soon the sun was falling and you could taste your own sweat trickling into the corners of your mouth. Smoke danced high above the ferocious walkers, clawing for the salty dirt covered skin on your aching, tired bones.

“Who’s there?” You froze and put your arms in the air.

“I’m here to see Negan.” The man who spotted you smirked, his long walrus mustache peaking on the right side of his face.

“Alzando, go tell Negan we have him a very special visitor.”

Simon escorted you to Negan’s room and left you alone at his door with nothing to say, no good reason why you were at his door and not Rosita’s. You heard yourself knock gently on his door anyway. As soon as it opened you were greeted by a very cocky Negan.

“Kitty, I knew you couldn’t pass up my offer.” Before you could think you broke down, sobbing.

“I-my-my dad-” Your words came out hysterical and he brought you to his chest, pulling you into his room.

“Alright kitty, calm down. What happened?” You vigorously wiped your tears from your eyes.

“I-I-I-da-Ne-ne-negan-” Negan tightened his hold on you, picking you up off the floor and putting you on the bed. The whole way he was muttering curse words, saying that he’d kill the person who made you sad. He kneeled down in front of you, grabbing your hands and stroking your palms with his thumbs.

“Kitty, I can’t understand you. I need you to stop fucking hyperventilating and tell me who did this to you. I need to know so Lucille can bash the fucking life out of the motherfucking pussy.” You tried to slow your breathing, but failed.

“Ne-ne-ne-negan-p-ple-please-j-jus-just-h-ho-hold-m-me.” He was furious.

“Abso-fucking-lutely not, I need to know what dumbfuck bastard did this to you. Now, I fucking need you to fucking tell me.” You continued to sob, angrily pushing his hands away from yours, moving towards the door. “Kitty, please don’t. I’ll lay with you, okay. I’ll hold you just come here. Before you could yell at him he picked you up and put you back on the bed. That was it, everything melted away under his touch. He mended the wound in your heart and invited you into a deep haze, a fog of gentle peace. After a few minutes of him spooning you into his chest you finally regained your spirits and your breath.

“He called me a whore.”

“What?” You shifted to face him.

“My dad, he called me a whore.” Negan grunted angrily.

“That motherfu-”

“No. Just kiss me. I don’t want to think about him or anything, please.” His features softened as he processed the desperate look on your face.

“But, kit-” You put a finger over his lips.

“Just make me forget.” He kissed you. Immediately his tongue melded with yours, sweetened honey mixing with the soft surface of flan drizzled with sweet syrup. His hands slipped down your back, then moving back up your shirt caressed your stomach with blazing fingertips. His kisses, hungry became rough and desperate, both of you clawing to each other for more naked skin. Drawing his hands upwards he grabbed your breasts, grasping them with all of his hands. While he was preoccupied with your chest you took the chance to find his neck, trailing sloppy kisses to his collar where you suckled his skin in delight. He groaned, resting his chin on your head, burying his nose into your hair.

“Fuck, don’t do that.” He growled. You giggle in response, your warm breath now fanning over his ear.

“Then fuck me.” Negan moved at the speed of light, picking you up by your waist and throwing you down on the bed underneath him. You grabbed the hem of your blouse, but before you could life it over your head it was torn off you, the buttons flying everywhere. “Negan! This is my favor-” He cut you off by painting a tender stripe up your stomach.

“You said, “fuck”, kitty.” You squirmed, your panties becoming even more soaked then they were. Negan moved down, in between your legs and pulled your pants down. Yanking them off your feet you sat up and unhooked your bra, letting it pool on your bare legs. Negan looked up to see your boobs and smiled. “Now, this is what I fucking live for.” He cupped them in his hand, wasting no time to marvel them with just his eyes. You laid back as he began to knead your breasts, his tongue all too slowly making their way to your nipples to lick the sweet little buds. You moaned, your eyes rolled back in your head and your arched chest pushing his lapping lips against your raw skin. One hand gripped the bed as the other was buried deep inside his ruffled hair, forcing his face into your body. You already felt yourself becoming a sweaty mess, but didn’t care.

“Just fuck me already.” He responded by forcing his body to the other side of the bed, away from you. You whined at the loss of touch.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you.” He was stalking you with black eyes of lust and a electric smirk. He was magnetic, you would do anything he said just to feel him on your body.

“Touch me.” He chuckled, crawling over to you.

“Excuse me, but I don’t think I understand you, kitty. Might want to speak a little louder, use my name. I don’t hear little girls unless they dress me right.” You groaned, feeling a wave of lust ripple through your lower stomach.

“I want you to fuck me daddy.” He crawled over top of you and sat between your legs. He took off his shirt for a brief second before going back to torturing you.

“What was that?”

“Fuck me daddy?” He unbuckled his pants and started to peel them off.

“I can’t hear you.”

“I want you to fuck me Daddy!” He chuckled and placed his hands on your waist.

“Now that, kitty is what I fucking wanted to hear.” You giggle and he yanked your panties off your body. He threw them some where in the room and crashed his lips against yours again. You felt his boner against your stomach, burning a hole of desire in your flesh.

“Take them off already.” You complained, tugging his briefs down. He chuckled and took them off, releasing the beast. You blushed, remembering the first time he fucked you.You were terrified at his size. You had no idea how he was supposed to fit in you, and he didn’t. The next day you had to tell everyone you pulled a muscle when you could barely walk. It was worth it though, it got easier every time and he brought out a side of you that you didn’t know existed. Negan gripped your waist and growled in your ear.

“Turn around.” You giggled, resting on your hands and knees, shaking your ass in his face. He grabbed your face under your jaw with one hand and oh, so gently dragging his big, long cock up your slit. The teasing stopped, just as he wanted it to, but now you were the one feeling edged. You moaned, pressing your hips back into him, trying to get him inside you, but he refused.

“Daddy, just get inside me. What are you doing?” He grabbed your waist again and held your hips still. Licking a stripe up your sweet bud you gasped.

“Only good girls get daddy’s cock.” You whined, bucking your hips against him as his hot breath fanned your twitching clit. He chuckled.

“Daddy, please, I need you.” You squeezed your butt-cheeks together, providing a very little bit of stimulation. Suddenly you felt the sting. Negan slapped your cheek.

“Uh, uh, uh, bad girl. Only daddy can touch your pussy, kitty. Only daddy is allowed to pleasure you.” You smirked. This was your ticket in, tease him and he’d pound you like a hammer. You looked over your shoulder with a smile and laid back on your back once again. Negan looked confused as you put your fingers in your mouth and rapidly thrusted them into your core. Already soaking wet, your entrance was easy and you could already feel yourself getting off. You looked back up to Negan’s face to see him in some kind of mesmerized fury. It was like he wanted to watch you get off, but he wanted to do it himself. You took the chance to slid your hand out of your core and over the precious little button that made all your dreams come true. You moaned, already shaking at the touch. You usually didn’t get off this easy, but while he was watching you your body was aflame. Your breathing was getting shorter, more urgent and hyperactive as you rubbed quick little circles over your favorite part of your body.

“NO.” Negan’s voice took you out of your trance when he slammed himself into you, blessing your pussy with his huge cock. He leaned down, kissing you feverishly as he slammed into your tight little hole over and over again, wildly. His primal urges became too much for you as he left hickies painted on your skin like freckles on a little red-head girls cheeks. You whined and screamed, gripping the bedsheets as his moans set you off.

“Negan, uh, uh, uh, Negan.” His hips, slapping against yours were loud, but not as loud as the sound of his cock spanking your dripping core, making your wetness splash everywhere. Soon his thrusts were getting sloppier, his body was getting weak against your own. He buried his head in your shoulder and groaned against your sweaty skin. A fluttery feeling passed in your stomach and you knew that it was coming. Negan knew you were close too, speeding up his thrusts to send you over the edge. He licked down to your nipples, biting at the sensitive flesh. The sensation was like licking chocolate cake off of your fingers, but never getting to actually eat the cake. And you really wanted that cake. You grabbed his chin and pulled him back up to your lips, kissing him feverishly. In one last swoop Negan drew his free hand from behind your head and rubbed you clit. The nerves were sent over the edge and you felt yourself clench around his form. “OH, NEGAN! UHH, UGH, UHH, OOOOO!” Soon he followed, unwinding in your core. He road out his high, a string of incoherent curse words erupting from his lips.

“Fuck, Y/N. Sexy ass little pussy, cunt so fucking tight. Mother fucking shit, fuck, fuck, fucking, fuckity fuck.” He collapsed against you and you laid there, panting, gasping for breath. When you finally caught your breath you smirked at him and grabbed his ass.

“Well, that was a good fucking fuck.”

Originally posted by rickdixonandthefandomlifeposts

Lust and Pizza || Scott McCall

Scott McCall x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Swearing

Word Count: 4,084

Summary: You’re new in the town of Beacon Hills and you’re crushing hard first and best friend Scott McCall. Once fateful night he leaves his phone in your car and you finally have an excuse to go see him. 

A/N: Rough Scott McCall sex is what I live for. Needless to say, writing this was quite fun for me. Also- sorry for not posting for a few days. I was going to post this yesterday, but my cat fell asleep on my laptop and I didn’t have the heart to move her. I feel really bad for not posting the past few days but I think you’ll forgive me after you read this ; )

(Gif below has nothing to do with the story but it hot af)

Originally posted by teenwolf

I pulled up to the McCall house in my black Comet, the roaring engine coming to a stop as I pulled into the driveway. Scott McCall, the boy I had been driving home almost every day since my return from boarding school had left his phone in my car, yet again. Except this time I didn’t notice it until he was long gone. Scott’s been kind to me since I got kicked out of the all girls fine-arts boarding school in San Francisco. Most people just ask me why I was expelled, or how could I possibly waste such an amazing opportunity by getting expelled. It got old fast. Scott was the only one who didn’t ask questions and was always supportive of me no matter what. He always made time for me, even when his friends try to pull him away. Don’t get me wrong, he’s got the physical aspects too. He has these beautiful brown eyes that glow and become gold in the sunlight. He runs his fingers through his hair when he talks to me which I know means he’s nervous. And his lips, oh those lips. Damn, I can’t believe I’m falling for this kid.

I stepped out of my car and saw that a few lights were on in the windows. It meant someone was home. I walked up to the door and knocked on it, but immediately felt dumb as I noticed the doorbell. I fixed my hair in the reflection of the glass door, preparing myself for the possibility that the hot lacrosse team captain was to answer it. When I heard the door click open, Scott was not on the other side. It was a very tall, broad shouldered man in a very intimidating suit. I almost cowered away back to my car but he had already started to talk.

“Can I help you?” His voice was deep and made me want to squeal.

“Uh, I’m Y/N- A friend of Scott’s. Is he home?” Just as I felt as though I was going to faint, a small, beautiful latino woman comes out from behind the door with warm eyes and a bright smile.

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Disobey | Natasha Romanoff Smut |

Anonymous requested: love your writings! Could you maybe write an Natasha x female reader Smut where Nat is her usual dominant self but the reader is a cocky lil shit and decides to misbehave (like she’s like lay down and the reader like hmm lol no) and Nat gets really frustrated and punishes the reader. (Like idk I just love the kinky stuff)
I got as kinky as I possibly could before I felt like I needed a bath in holy water, so I hope you enjoy it ;)

Summary: You love to be punished, and Natasha loves punishing you. A win/win for everyone involved.

Warnings: PWP (porn without plot), spanking, choking, hair-pulling, orgasm denial, swearing, bondage, sensory deprivation (blind-folding), praise kink (?), thigh riding, fingering, tribbing, oral, over-sensitivity. I think that’s the lot

Originally posted by perksofbeinganavengers


You just couldn’t help yourself sometimes. You loved to make Natasha so frustrated she could throttle you.

You smirked up at her as you sat on the bed, hands clasped in between your legs as you looked up at your girlfriend, who glared back down at you.

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Dark Necessities

Pairing: AU Demon!Cas x Reader

Word Count: 1762

Warnings for both parts: Sex and violence - funny how they go hand in hand, isn’t it? More specifically: graphic sexual content, stalking, dominance/submission, power play, bondage, some frightening elements, unprotected sex (raincoats before playing out in the rain, kiddies!). 

A/N: Hello hello! This is the first half of something very different for me. This is for @roxy-davenport and her SPN Birthday Celebration! My prompts are: AU Demon!Cas, phone sex, the film One Missed Call (2008), and the line “I can smell your arousal from here.” Those prompts will play very heavily into part two. I may extend it to three parts, depending on where it leads me. If you’re brave enough, read on. ;)

Originally posted by enochiansubtext

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Calm Down.

You hadn’t heard from Sebastian all day which was weird, because even when he was full of interviews and appearances, he always made time to at least text you telling you that he loves you. You weren’t sure if you should be worried or if he was just extra busy. Your mind went through all the situations he could be in; in trouble or just answering questions. 

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Paired up - Yoongi (suga)

Originally posted by holdmettightbts

Group: BTS
Member: Suga
Type: Smut
warnings: sexual content!

A/N: so i had this dirty dream about yoongi and i feel so blessed omg i decided to share it with you guys!! 


Group assignments are a pain in the ass. Everybody knows that and everybody hates them. However, you thought it would get a little more bearable now you’ve been paired up with the hot, mint haired guy in your class. You didn’t really know what he was like though, he never really said much and was mostly napping during class so you didn’t get the chance to get to know him very well. You thought he didn’t talk alot because he was shy and didn’t like to be in the spotlight, but boy were you wrong.

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Harvey Ross Ball (July 10, 1921 – April 12, 2001) was born and raised in Worcester, Massachusetts. Ball is the creator of the smiley face that has become iconic and well loved over the years. After his service in WWII, he worked for a small advertising firm and a little while afterwards, he created his own firm and called it Harvey Ball Advertising. After receiving reports of low morale among employees, State Mutual Life Assurance Company commissioned Ball to create a graphic in 1963. 

The classic Harvey Ball smiley face can be recognized by the eyes being oval shaped, one eye bigger than the other and one side of the smile thicker than the other. It took less than 10 minutes to create and Ball was paid $45 for the commission. The insurance company plastered the image everywhere: on buttons, stickers, posters, signs, etc. It quickly became a beloved icon and was mass produced. The company began selling them in batches of 10,000 once they realized how popular was becoming.

However, Ball never trademarked the image; nor did the insurance company. Ball’s son, Charles, said that there was no regret in missing out on the fortune that the image could have brought him. Charles said, “He was not a money-driven guy.”

Day 4 - Wearing Each Other’s Clothes

Jumin was already up, showered and dressed, fixing his tie. Zen yawned and stretched, rolling to his side, not really wanting to leave the warmth of the bed. Last night was nothing short of amazing and he hoped the hotel had soundproofed their walls.

With the sexiest bedroom voice he could make, he asked the heir to come back to bed. This was the RFA’s holiday after all, and in private they could do whatever they wanted.

He didn’t miss the hesitation in those dark eyes as they roamed over his blanket-covered body.

“I would prefer not to miss breakfast. I will see you downstairs.”

Zen groaned and flopped on his back as Jumin left. Trust Fund was such a stick in the mud sometimes.

As he got up, he spotted one of Jumin’s shirts neatly folded on the dresser. A wicked idea crossed his mind and he grabbed the shirt to put it on himself. It was pinstriped as always, though this time the stripes were blue instead of the usual gray. The cotton was soft like a cloud on his skin and he wasn’t surprised that it was high-end quality material.

He admired himself in the mirror when he was done dressing. The shirt hugged his body well, neatly buttoned up with an exception at the top to reveal a bit of his smooth abs. It was tempting to wear Jumin’s tie along with it but he didn’t want to overdo it. He would save that for another time.

When he entered the hotel’s dining hall, he spotted everyone already seated at a large table with a wide assortment of breakfast items in front of them. He sauntered over to them, doing his best not to grin.

It was like being on stage with the way his audience instantaneously reacted. Jumin took one look at him, choked on his coffee, nearly spilling the hot beverage and coughed his lungs out as Yoosung patted his back in concern. Jaehee’s mouth fell wide open and asked if she could take a picture. Seven and MC looked at him, then at Jumin and smiled widely, acting like they had just won the lottery.

Zen sat down, feeling Jumin’s eyes burn holes into him. The heir was definitely unsettled, almost hilariously so. He tried to act normally but he was clenching the napkin so hard his knuckles were turning white. Casually Zen poured some coffee for himself, wondering how long it would take before Jumin’s willpower would break.

“Nice shirt Zen. Is it new?” Seven asked, feigning ignorance very poorly. It was at that moment Jaehee realized what exactly Zen was doing and she looked like she wanted to slam her head on the table.

MC could not stop giggling. Yoosung continued eating while staring at the others, looking hopelessly confused.

Barely a few minutes passed before a very frustrated Jumin shot up from his chair, startling the other tourists. He grabbed Zen’s arm and pulled him off the chair, dragging him all the way out of the hall. Behind them he heard Yoosung asking what was going on. Zen swore he could hear Jaehee facepalm.

The second they entered Jumin’s hotel room, door not even properly closed yet, Jumin pushed him against the wall and ripped the shirt open. Buttons were flying everywhere as Jumin’s hands roamed his body, touching every area they could. When Jumin bit his neck so hard that Zen’s eyes rolled to the back of his head from the sensations, he knew there was no way he was going to be able walk properly after this.

He was still wearing the shirt when they both fell asleep from exhaustion. Definitely something worth repeating was the last thought on his mind.

coloured in yesterday’s jezebel! shes an electric lady

anonymous asked:

I DIDN't KNOW I NEEDED RICCARDO do whatever you want you guys never go wrong but please PLEASE have jealous Riccardo Giotto and Alaude

COMPLETE

My three favorite men~ ;D

Admin Chrome

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Ricardo:

He saw the man in the corner of his eye. The way the man’s gaze was set onto you, and how he weaved through the crowd just to be near you. A smile broke onto his face as you jumped at his sudden appearance in front of you, but you offered one in return as well. It was a well-rehearsed smile, but Ricardo knew that you always were friendly until there was no reason to be anymore.

Being that you were Ricardo’s significant other, it was obvious that he would bring you to the “parties” that he was invited to. It hadn’t occurred to him that you would be swept away in the crowd at one point when he was being forced into a conversation with an old ally, which would end up with some guy trying to make a move on you.

Seeing how close the other man got to you, your sudden discomfort as you realized that this man was not here to talk business, was what set Ricardo off. The dark feelings swirling inside of him had burst, and he felt the anger surge through him. He refused to see another minute of some other man trying to take what was rightfully his.

As the man was starting to run his fingertips down your arm, Ricardo had stormed over, ripping the man away from you, much to the shock of you. Ricardo’s hand grabbed yours, which instantly made you feel better. The man on the floor threw a scowl up at Ricardo, who glared right back at him.

“If you think that flirting with my lover is acceptable, I’m sure that means you are ready to cut all ties to the Vongola family.” At hearing the family name, the man had frozen up. A crowd had formed now around the three of you, and it was getting rather rowdy. The man looked around him, and it felt as if you could see the gears turning in his head whether or not he should pick a fight or not.

In the end, the man ran away.

Ricardo had then pulled you away from the crowd. You were confused as to why the two of you were leaving so early, yet your questions went unanswered as you were ushered out into the abandoned terrace right outside of the mansion.

“Ricardo, honestly, it wasn’t that big of d-” You were shut up by a hungry kiss, Ricardo moving into your personal space, backing you up against one of the stone columns. There was barely anytime to breath, and you could barely keep up with the frenzied touching that was happening as Ricardo tried to remove your dress and move his calloused hands all over you at the same time.

You had let out a little scream when you were suddenly boosted up, your legs wrapping around Ricardo’s waist as he continued to kiss you. The stone of the column started to dig into your back, but you couldn’t even bring yourself to care.

Ricardo finally released your lips, but he lightly dragged his lips across your jawline, towards your neck. Once he was met with your neck, he continued to kiss and suck at it, making moans spill out of you uncontrollably.

“You’re mine, don’t ever forget that.” And before you could even process it, Ricardo had bit down hard onto you shoulder, and yet you couldn’t feel the pain, only the pleasure.

Giotto:

The two of you hadn’t been able to see each other for the past few weeks. Giotto had been held up in some important business (as he told you), and hadn’t been able to come back to the mansion for a while. It was a worrying thought, but you could understand that his work was important.

So, when Giotto had finally come home, you were ecstatic. That was short lived, however, when it was only for another business meeting. This time, it was with a young new “entrepreneur” who was looking to expand his “business”, which Giotto was going to help him with.

It didn’t take long to realize that this young man had taken a liking to you. His eyes followed you whenever you moved around the room, a smile on his face as you cleared the table of the coffee cups that you had offered. It had gotten to the point where Giotto had to excuse you from the room, since the man had decided to grab your hand, and kiss your knuckles.

You were escorted back to your room. It was confusing, as you were just trying to be polite to the guest, and seeing how pissed Giotto was worried you. You didn’t want him to misunderstand anything. You had never seen that dark expression on Giotto’s face when the man had laid his lips on you.

Flopping down on your bed, you let out a deep sigh, holding back your tears. You had to be strong. You grabbed the pillow next to you, holding it close. Even though he hadn’t been there for what felt like forever, the pillow still smelt just like him.

Suddenly, the door slammed open, making you jump up from your position on the bed. Giotto was standing there at the door, and he glared straight at you. You felt your heart beat faster as he stalked closer to you, his hands coming up to loosen his tie, his gaze still fixated on you, burning into your soul.

Once Giotto reaches you, the bed dips as he climbs onto it, crawling over to you. You are frozen underneath him, his eyes still staring at you, the heat intense behind them.

“I can’t believe another man touched you.” His eyes break contact, trailing down to your lips. You feel his fingertips brush against your cheek, and then he is holding your chin, his thumb pressed into your lips.

“That dirty bastard… I guess I’ll have to disinfect you myself.” A sigh escapes Giotto, your eyes locked together once again. A smirk settles over his face, and then he is kissing you, finally.

It’s all tongues and biting, and you know that your going to be bruised tomorrow, but you can’t bring yourself to care. You hadn’t touched or felt Giotto in so long, you just craved him so much.

Giotto ripped off your top, the buttons flying everywhere. A gasp left you as you felt his hands trail up from your stomach, to your breasts, adventuring under your bra.

“You’re mine, remember that.” He mouthed at your neck, and you started to paint heavily as he rocked your hips together. Giotto started to bite and suck at your neck, no doubt leaving marks.

All your thoughts were overtaken by Giotto, and that’s what he wanted. You knew that you could never get away from him, even if you tried.

Alaude:

Alaude never showed any emotion towards you. Even when the two of you became lovers, his affection was really just the occasional lovemaking and mission run. It honestly felt like you were just a fuck buddy at this point, and that really hit you hard.

Even when you brought it up to Alaude, all he did was call you an idiot with his expressionless face. It almost brought you to tears, but you knew not to cry since Alaude hated seeing weaknesses. Instead, you had calmly told him that you didn’t think you could do this anymore, and walked out without seeing his reaction.

You already knew Alaude couldn’t care less.

This is how one of the older subordinates found you crying on the steps leading into the Vongola mansion gardens. He sat down next to you, and asked what was wrong, his voice stern but soft. You couldn’t contain your feelings anymore, so you spilled them to him.

After your story, the man scooted closer to you, pulling you into his arms.

“It’s okay, you don’t need someone like him.” Sniffling, you couldn’t help but disagree with him. Alaude was your love. He was the one who stole your heart, and you knew that you couldn’t just forget about him. You gently pushed the man away.

“Thanks, but I need some time to think to myself.” The man smiled at you, and got up, but as he turned around, you saw him stiffen up.

“What do you think you’re doing hugging my woman?” The cold tone in Alaude’s voice sent shivers down your spine, and goosebumps started to trail down your arms. The man stuttered out an answer, that he was “only comforting you since you looked like you were having a bad day.”

“Get out of my sight.” It didn’t even take a second for the man to flee out of sight.

“Alaude, it’s okay, he didn’t do anything. Are you that jealous that someone was touching your whore?” You accused, getting up from the stairs, and dusting yourself off.

It shocked you when all of a sudden Alaude was pulling you up the stairs by your wrist, his face was neutral, but there was barely contained anger behind his mask. You struggled to get out of his grip as he stared straight into your eyes.

“Don’t let anyone other than me touch you. I don’t care what he was doing, it’s not his business.” Alaude growled, you opened your mouth to retort, but his glare shut you back up. “You are mine, whether you believe my love for you or not, you still belong to me.”

You were shocked still, and Alaude continued pulling you out of the gardens, and back into the house.

The two of you ended up back in your bedroom, and Alaude barely let you get through the door when he started to kiss you. It was a deep and sensual kiss, different than the usual rough and bruising ones.

Alaude backed the two of you up until your legs hit the bed, and then he gave a light shove, sending you down onto the sheets. He followed you, and then continued the kiss. It didn’t last as long as before, but he started to trail the kisses down from your lips to your neck, all the while he trailed his fingertips up your thigh to your underwear.

Alaude started to rub at you through the cloth, and you moaned out as he bit and sucked at your neck.

“Tell me who you belong to, and I’ll give you what you want.” His breath whispered in your ear, and a you felt yourself heat up from head to toe.

“I belong to you, and you only.”

Delicate

Author: smutandahalf

Characters: Dave x Reader

Word Count: 2,908

Ratings: NSFW 18+ EXPLICIT SMUT

Originally posted by reallyhotwerewolves


I stare at him, my eye trailing along his long fingers that he’s anxiously tapping against the table . His tongue peeks out of the corner of his mouth, swiping along his lower lip and I try to suppress the need to shudder. When we first started studying together I was always afraid that he would catch me looking at him, but it didn’t take me long to realize that once he started researching he would notice absolutely nothing. Not my intense gaze on him, not my subtle- and eventually not so subtle, attempts at flirting, and certainly not the fact that I’ve been wearing less and less clothes to our study sessions.

My fingers trail softly along the soft skin along the jagged hem of my far too short denim shorts. Biting my lip, I glance at him again. Obviously he isn’t a virgin, I would’ve been able to sense that. Although even without my senses, I could’ve guessed that. He had a serious girlfriend for a while in high school, and based off the one time I had met her she clearly had a very specific schedule she was trying to maintain for her sex life.

His tongue slips out over his lip again, and I shift slightly, the top few buttons of my shirt shifting open slightly more. I pull my lower lip in between my teeth, chewing on it slightly, shifting in my seat as I press my legs together.

“Stop that.” He mumbles, never lifting his eyes from the notes he had been reading.

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Vampire Fun

A/N: So I know the dear anon wanted a battle for dominance sort of smut but unfortunately, it was pretty difficult to fit that into the scenario below. But all the same, there’s mentions of it so I hope you’ll still enjoy it! x

Pairing(s): Yixing/Lay x (Y/N) x Chen/Jongdae

Warnings: slight degradation + anal sex on Jongdae’s part

Genre: Smut

Requested: Yes

Summary: In which (Y/N) and Vampire! Jongdae get caught messing around by ringleader Yixing who decided to join in the fun

Word Count: 2K

Originally posted by thecaptainbeagle

Everybody knew about Zhang Yixing, including me.

Ruthless and with a heart of ice, he rules the underworld of vampires with an iron fist. He’s the leader of us all, the chosen one who has complete control over the weaker vampires. Which so happens to include me as well.

I have no problem with Yixing as a leader. He doesn’t bother me and I make it a point to stay out of his way, obeying his rules whenever the time comes for them. Plus, it doesn’t hurt for me to steal glances in his directions whenever he’s not paying attention; having a drop-dead gorgeous vampire ringleader softens me enough to forgive him for his unrealistic rules.

However, no matter how much of an eyecandy leader Yixing is, there is one law of his which I will never be able to abide by and that is : no vampire shall mate with another vampire of the same clan.

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Paired Up - Yoongi (suga)

Ahhh idk i dreamt about Yoongi and i decided to share my awesome dirty dream with you guys, i feel so blessed! 


Group assignments are a pain in the ass. Everybody knows that and everybody hates them. However, you thought it would get a little more bearable now you’ve been paired up with the hot, mint haired guy in your class. You didn’t really know what he was like though, he never really said much and was mostly napping during class so you didn’t get the chance to get to know him very well. You thought he didn’t talk alot because he was shy and didn’t like to be in the spotlight, but boy were you wrong.

He turned out to be quiet because he just generally dislikes people and simply doesn’t feel like interacting with them. You discovered that soon enough when you two went to the library each day after class hours. Today was one of those days.. You didn’t like working with Min Yoongi. You couldn’t say he didn’t contribute to your project, but he only does his part and that’s it. It would be nice if he’d offer you some help since he knew you did most of the work anyway. But he didn’t. Again. He just finished his part and got ready to sleep again while you still drowned in a pile of work and you were sick of it. It was quiet in the library. All students immediately went home after school except for you guys, since Yoongi didn’t invite people to his house and you couldn’t bring boys over

‘Done.’, he murmured, shoved his papers to your side of the table and folded his arms to lay his head to rest on them.

‘Seriously, Yoongi?’

‘What?’

‘You’re just going to take a nap again?’

‘Yeah, so what?’

‘I’m still having so much work! You never ask if you can do anything!’

‘Uhm.. i don’t know if you noticed but i just finished my part.’

‘For fuck’s sake. Fine. At least get me that book i told you about, it’s on the third array to the right.’

He just rolled his eyes dramatically and got up slowly and theatrical while sighing deeply, making you roll your eyes in return. Yup. This was how your group project with the hot, mint haired Min Yoongi was going. Not exactly what you’d expected.

After twenty minutes of waiting, you were beginning to wonder if he got lost in those mere 15 meters he had to walk to get the book. You sighed and got up to go find him. Walking past the mentioned array, you saw a hint of mint flashing by from the corner of your eye. You quickly turned around to see Yoongi talking to a woman on the outside terrace. You’ve never seen this woman before so she couldn’t be a teacher. Neither have you seen her around in the library before. You tilted your head in confusion but decided to go check on him anyway. You got outside, the setting sun throwing a warm, orange light on his face. His troubled face. His…panicking face?

‘Yoongi, we still have to write a recapitulation of what we did today. Come on.’
He looked at you but the woman was still talking to him so he looked back at her, forced a smile on his face and nodded to everything she said. He wanted to get out, you could tell. You stepped closer until you were standing next to Yoongi, looking the middle-aged woman straight in the eyes.

‘As I was saying, why aren’t you working in the model industry? A handsome young man like yourself, it’s a shame. I can pull some strings you know, i know important people so i can probably get you in. Ah, how i wish i was young again. Well, it’s not that i look old now right?’, the question at the end of her nauseating sentence flowing out into a horrendous loud and shrill cackle that made you cringe. Yoongi was actually dying inside as he realized he had to answer her ridiculous question. Ofcourse she looked old. She was at least 50 and you couldn’t really say she had aged well. She was making him unbelievably uncomfortable and you were starting to pity him and his situation.

‘Yoongi, we need to get going or we’ll never be able to finish our project.’, you announced loudly while grabbing his sleeve and getting ready to head for the exit of the terrace before being stopped abruptly by the anonymous woman. You snapped your head back and glowered at her.

‘Excuse me, who are you? I wasn’t done talking to mister Min here.’

‘Who am I? The question is: who are you? Are you allowed on this property? What are you even doing here?’

‘I’m scouting for an important agency, ofcourse i’m allowed to-‘

‘No no, see, what i’m looking at right now is a thirsty cougar who’s trying to pick up young, hot guys by intimidating them with your age. You know they can’t disrespect their elders and you’re an elder alright.’

She looked at you, fully shocked and offended, but she wasn’t planning on letting herself get scolded by someone half her age.

‘Why don’t you let him tell me that, hm? I’m sure he’s man enough to stick up for himself if he needs to.’

‘He’s not interested, it’s obvious. Why don’t you just leave him alone already, okay?’

‘What makes you think you have the right to-!’

You rolled your eyes, grabbed Yoongi by his collar and yanked him forward to smash your lips on his. His eyes widened in shock and a slight blush appeared on his cheeks. You softly moved your lips together and he fluttered his eyes closed, just going with the flow. You actually lost yourselves there for a few seconds until you remembered the obnoxious lady, still eyeing you both with an astonished expression on her face. You gently pulled away from Yoongi’s soft, plump lips and he leaned forward a little, not really getting the fact you were actually stopping the kiss. You pressed your lips together to suppress a giggle.
‘I’m his girlfriend.’, you dryly stated as you looked her dead in the eye. She gulped uncomfortably, murmured something and scooted out of there. You sighed in relief, glad that this whole awkward situation was gone. Now you had to deal with another. You turned around again to face Yoongi and apologize but just as you opened your mouth to say something, he grabbed you by the waist and pressed his lips on yours again. This time it was your turn to be utterly suprised. Small whimpers escaped Yoongi’s needy moving lips as they moved against yours forcefully. Your hands moved up to tangle your fingers inside his mint green hair, pulling his locks softly. You stood there for a minute, devouring eachother, although you had no idea what the hell was going on. You thought he disliked you and now he was practically eating you up. Not that you were complaining.

After a while, he pulled away a little to catch his breath and look at you.

‘Yoongi…’, you breathed.

‘Lets go back inside.’ He grabbed your arm and pulled you with him back inside the library, carefully closing the terrace door after him before yanking you against him and attacking your lips again while smashing you with your back against the nearest bookshelf. You yelped a little from the shock and he groaned into your mouth at the sound. His hands roamed all over your body until they found your breasts. He stroked them lightly before gripping at your collar and tearing the two halfs of your blouse apart, making little white buttons spring everywhere. You whined against his lips, annoyed by the fact he just ripped your shirt but you couldn’t break away from his lustful kiss. You didn’t want to either. He smirked before taking your bottom lip between his teeth to play with it as his hand massaged your breasts. You mewled at the feeling of his hot hands kneading your bust and your hands found their way into his hair again.

‘Mmh, you like that baby?’, he whispered as he kissed his way down your neck.

‘Yes…’, you sighed out and you pulled on his hair again. You couldn’t help it, it was so soft and inviting.

‘And how about this?’, his hands sliding down to your thighs and slowly back up under your pleated skirt. He cupped your heat, his middle finger stroking your clothed slit as he bit down onto your skin.

‘Fuck Yoongi…’, you whined desperately. You needed more.

‘Fuck ____-‘, he taunted. ‘You’re so wet already, got that pussy all dripping for me? Did I get your cute little panties all soaked like that?’

You couldn’t answer properly, partially because you were embarrassed and partially because his small, soft movements were banning any thoughts other than you wanting him to keep going. You just nodded intensely and pulled him closer, his hard bulge poking into your hip as you held him against your body. He smirked against your skin. It was all going way too slow for you though. You needed more of him and you needed it right now. You snatched his head back so you could ravage his mouth again, lips and teeth wildly colliding in a messy makeout session as you held on to his hair and he to your ass. He quickly lost his composed and teasing manner as he drowned into an ocean of lust, sounds of moans and whimpers merging together in a lewd harmony. He grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you up against the bookshelf, making you clench your legs around his waist. His mouth wandered down your chest to kiss, suck and bite the flesh of your breasts sticking out above your bra. You tilted your head back against the books and grinded your hips against him, aching to have him inside you.

‘Are we really doing this?’, you questioned, breathing heavily and half chuckling because you didn’t expect this to happen at all when you came here to study with him.

‘Fuck yes, we’re doing this. Hold on tight.’, he growled as he released your thighs to hook his long, thin fingers around the waistband of your panties to take them off quickly. You held on to his shoulders as he continued to shove his own pants and boxers down as well. He stroked himself a few times before placing his tip at your dripping entrance. He softly brushed the head between your folds, getting it all wet and slippery and rubbing it against your clit, making you twitch up against the shelf.

‘Yoongi, don’t tease..please!’, you moaned as you tried to lower yourself down on him.

‘Fuck you’re right’, he breathed out as he guided himself inside you at last. His hands moved back to your thighs and gripped them thightly so he had more control over how fast or slow he would let you sink down on him. It became fast. He practically slammed himself inside of you with one, hard thrust, not being able to restrain himself any longer. He was losing control, as were you since you were both moaning loudly and prolonged.

‘Fuck ____-… so tight…’, he panted as he started thrusting up into you. Your mind was blank, you didn’t notice anything other than the pleasure he was giving you, gradually ramming his thick cock inside. A string of curses flew out of his mouth as he picked up his speed, bucking his hips up into you in a steady, fast rhytm, making the sound of colliding flesh echo through the empty arrays of books. You leaned down to capture his lips with yours, your kiss heated and rushed when you both felt yourselves climbing towards your orgasms. Your moans, punctuated with each hard thrust, muffled by eachothers lips.

‘Yoongi…faster…’, you moaned in his mouth. He groaned but complied. He started slamming into you forcefully and with an incredible speed that made you see stars. You felt your walls getting ravished from the inside, his wide tip rubbing at your sweet spot, hitting it over and over again with practically no time inbetween to recover, just the way you liked it. A hot feeling started brewing inside the pit of your stomach and you knew you were getting awfully close. Yoongi was as well, judging by his moans against your lips hightening in pitch and his thrusts inside your throbbing core snapping up quicker and sloppier.

‘Fuck… _____-… I’m gonna…fuck!’, he grunted before letting his head fall down on your chest, gripping your thighs so hard it hurt and holding you down on him as he erupted inside of you with suppressed groans. Your own orgasm snapped when you felt him twitch inside you, releasing ribbons of hot, white liquid all up into your burning core. Your head fell back onto the books behind you again as you moaned and lightly squeaked at the feeling of being filled with his hot seed. You stayed like that for a while. Your hands resting on his shoulders, his head on your half naked chest and his cock still inside you. You panted heavily as you tried to catch your breaths until Yoongi started laughing lightly.

‘What is it?’, you asked him, amused.

‘Well, i know for sure i’ll be doing this assignment with way more energy and excitement like this.’

‘You just got yourself a deal.’, you winked and placed a kiss on his lips.


- Admin E