dirty ways

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modern disney aesthetic
↳ aladdin

like fuck the mcu and fuck mcu wanda but theyre gonna introduce the skrull on captain marvel, apparently wanda and vision are gonna have some interesting storyline on infinity war, cassie lang has already been introduced in this universe,  vision is probably gonna die in the next movie bc no one cares about him n well the mind gem, and with hela in the next thor movie if loki dies he could fucking be reborn, the cast keeps getting old anD YOU KNOW WHERE IM GOING

— off limits | 01 (m)

pairing— kim seokjin x reader
genre/warnings— smut, dirty talk, dom! Jin, just dirty, dirty sex that my heart can’t take
words— 11,158

:: summary— you’ve been lusting after your brother’s best friend for a while now, ever since you met him at a house party, flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the other was. That was months ago now and things are still awkward, but you can’t ignore the sexual tension that’s simmers between the two of you…and it keeps getting worse…

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a concept at an unholy hour:

Since Harry’s been away a lot lately because of all of the album and movie promo, you two haven’t had a chance to have some intimate time in quite a while.

And so when he tells you he’ll be going back home to you for a short break, you take it upon yourself to make this experience a fulfilling one. You go out and buy a nice new pair of lingerie. Nothing too fancy– just a simple baby pink bra with lace detailing at the brim, along with matching panties that are all lace across the back with a tiny bow at the waistband at the front.

And the second night after he’s back home (you wanted to give him the chance to sleep off all the jet lag), you find yourself in the bathroom, palms propped against the counter as you hype yourself up for the moment. Since it had been so long since Harry had seen you naked, saying you’re “shy” is the understatement of the year. And you can hear him calling for you from the bedroom, whining because he wants you to come cuddle him while he watches a The Story of Us documentary on ancient Egypt.

And so you wander into the bedroom meekly, standing before the bed in front of the TV to get his full attention, fiddling with your fingers as you stare up at him through your lashes.

Harry’s expression changes from once of slight annoyance (from being interrupted) to one of utter surprise. His eyes go all wide and his mouth parts as he ogles your chest under all the lace (the bra does a decent job in making them look plump) and raking his gaze down to the tiny diamond-detailed bow on your bottoms.

He looks frazzled with his hair in messy tuffs, all cozy in an old pair of sweatpants that have holes and an old Nickleback t-shirt and he just really wasn’t expecting anything like this. But he swallows thickly and just about bursts through his briefs when you reach up and tuck your hair behind your ear, smiling at him bashfully and, “D'ya like it?”

Harry’s crawling across the bed before you know it, nodding so hard his eyeballs rattle and he’s grabbing you by your wrist, pulling you into his lap and cupping your breasts over the soft material of the lingerie, kissing and sucking at the cleavage, voice strained and low between suckling pecks. “Fuck– yeah. Love it– s'much. Christ, you’re–a fucking– godsend.”

He leaves the bra on for show, laying you down on your back and tucking himself out of his sweats, moving your pantries to the side to allow him easy access and, “You’re really gonna fucking get it now, sweetheart. Gonna fuck you bloody raw.” He fucks into you hard and rough, full of jerky thrusts and lots of shoulder biting and fluttery kisses all around your face. He sits back on his heels, gliding into you with ease as he places a huge hand on your lower tummy while the other holds your thighs open. He’s rapidly thumbing over your clit, his two blocky front teeth digging a new shade of red into his lower lip as throaty whimpers force their way out of his mouth.

He pats his four other fingers against your abdomen as he hums a chuckle, a shit-eating grin twitching the corners of his lips. “Can feel me all the way in your tummy, can’t ya, pet? Nice and thick. Filling you all up, innit?”

Harry’s hair is flopping over his forehead and sweat pours down the sides of his neck as he bends down over your body, noses rubbing gently as he nibbles at your chin and licks at the corner of your mouth. “Tight little cunt gonna make me come. Naughty thing you are, waltzing in here with that lace and those big innocent eyes and those pretty lips. How could you not expect me to fuck the living daylights out of you?”

“That’s exactly what I expected.” You grin against his skin, nipping at his mouth tauntingly as he tuts in a warning tone.

“Careful, peach. You’re biting off more than you can chew.” He gives your clit a few sudden hard slaps, causing you to buck up against his thighs, to which he responds by shoving you back down with another hard slam of his hips. You can really feel him in your stomach now and the shattered moan you release is truly pitiful.

Harry licks his way down the valley of your chest, love bites marking the exposed skin as he rocks into you slow yet strong. His nails dig crescents into your thigh as he smolders up at you from under his furrowed eyebrows, quirking them challengingly when he sees you nod.

“You’d be surprised how much I can take. Been building up my stamina since you left.”

“Let’s put it to the test then.” He slips out of you suddenly, patting your lower hip as a signal for you to flip around. “Get on your tummy, ass up fo’ me. Atta girl, angel. Spread those pretty legs, will you? Be right back with my rings.”