Sam’s fingers flew over the suspect’s keyboard. Flashes of color flickered over his face as he cycled between screens quickly with a shortcut maneuver. You watched as he licked his lips, intently focused on hacking into a zipped folder. His eyes narrowed catching some detail of significance. When he swallowed, your eyes followed the shift of his throat greedily. You pulled your eyes away attempting to continue through a pile of paper on the suspect’s end table. A slip of paper dropped from the stack in your hands, catching the air to flutter to the floor behind you. You turned to pick it up, eyes drifting over an accent mirror near the far wall. You paused. Sam’s eyes had lifted from the monitor to your form. You ducked your head hiding a smirk. Keeping a secret eye on the mirror, you stood, lifting your ass first in fluid motion you often used when dancing. He licked his lips, shifting lower in his seat. Shuffling the papers in hand, you turned just in time to see his head snap back to the computer.
“Got it.” He cleared his throat after a minute.
You dropped the papers on the end table, sauntering to the desk with renewed confidence.
“It looks like there’s a thread of emails here and-” His explanation was cut short as he glanced up at you.
You slid onto his lap, resting your elbows on the thin strip of cleared table before the keyboard keeping your back arched forward. You could hear him gulp audibly and feel him shift awkwardly trying to find a place to put his hands.
“What emails?” You asked innocently, seeing full well the emails in a smaller window behind the main one.
Sam released a shaky breath. He moved forward, chest pressing against your back as he reached for the mouse. You leaned against him, tilting your head to the side to give him view of the monitor. His breath touched your neck bringing a tingle to travel across your skin. You didn’t suppress the light shudder it caused.
“It’s, uh, here.” He replied breathlessly.
You responded with a deep hum. A smirk curled your lips as he shifted beneath your thighs. You scrolled through the emails, which would have been painfully dull if not for the pleasant distraction hardening every time you slid forward or back to “readjust” your reading position. Finally, you finished. Making a show of stretching your arms upward, you unleashed a satisfied moan and turned to face Sam. For his effort, he attempted to look unaffected. A muscle twitched in his jaw and his nails dug into the leather armrests.
“So, it doesn’t seem like the emails contained much, did they?” You asked in hushed tones.
He glanced between you and the monitor quickly, obviously having no idea what was in the emails. You twisted in his lap, grinding against an evident bulge between your legs.
“Sam?” You lowered your eyelashes, “You okay?”
“Yeah.” His eyes darkened briefly lowering to your lips before he found composure. “Yeah, fine.”
“Are you sure? It seems like you’re having a… hard time focusing.”
His hand paused halfway to the mouse.
“I know these emails can be… lengthy,” You continued finding it increasingly difficult to hide a smirk, “and having to sort through them is… really shafty…”
Sam sat back, embarrassment coloring his features.
“I know it would really… grind… my gears if I had to hack into every dude’s computer while Dean gets to take a break at the bar.”
“Are you done?” Sam interrupted.
“No, no… wait! I think I can come up with something for penetration and erection-”
Hot lips met the juncture of your shoulder and neck with leisurely-paced open-mouthed kissed, effectively transforming your teasing words into a sharp inhale. His fingers wrapped around your hips, gripping your pelvis firmly before pulling it back. A flash of sudden pleasure surged through your core. His nose dragged against your shoulder inching closer to your neck, heat building between your flushed bodies. A shiver ripped up your spine as he found a sensitive spot. He paused, pressing a kiss there. Your head lolled back against his shoulder. His hands slipped up your body, sliding under your shirt. His rough fingers pressed and caressed in disorganized trails, drawing each nerve to maximum stimulation. You gasped, unable to stop an onslaught of shivers from his touch. He sucked at the spot on your neck, locking his arm around your waist as you squirmed with assailing pleasure. His tongue flicked against the spot, his teeth following immediately. A cry broke from your lips. You slapped a hand over your mouth, surprised by the outburst. Sam chuckled darkly against your skin, the deep rumble sending an aching between your thighs.
“Oh, fuck…” You breathed, heat enveloping your body with a savage ferocity.
His hands grabbed your chest, barely restraining his strength as he kneaded. He closed his fingers over hardening nubs sending your hips to jerk forward in response. You bit your tongue holding back a moan, as your clit rubbed along his impossibly hard shaft. He moved quickly, grabbing your hips with a near bruising force. Every nerve in your body seeped with the heat building between you, overreacting with every little stimulus. Pleasure pulsed through your body with every breath hitting the tiny hairs along the nape of your neck, each finger digging against your hips, and every inch where your center rubbed against his.
He thrust up pulling your hips back. Sparks of unadulterated ecstasy exploded from the friction. Before the sensation could cool, he pushed you forward. White flashed before your vision. A helpless moan left your lips, an animalistic need for contact infecting every cell in your brain. You jerked against him, heat blazing, pleasure mounting endlessly. He grunted desperately against your ear, whimpers rising from your throat as you grinded together fueling an erotic fire threatening to consume your entity. There was nothing but sharp concentrated pleasure coursing through your core like live electricity. A strangled cry broke the room as he thrust against your sliding bodies finding an edge so high, you couldn’t believe a pleasure could be so intense, but it kept building, growing until you found a new edge before the other could finish. Your body shuddered, head falling to his shoulder, completely at his mercy.
He embraced your body, crushing you against him as he stiffened, broken groans tumbling from his chest as he shuddered against your back.You squeezed your legs together, his hold slackening as you felt a warm stickness in the apex of your jeans. You slid to his knees, turning to see Sam’s face. Surprise, mirroring your own expression, bloomed from a devastatingly sexy look of contentment. You jerked off his lap, stumbling to your feet.
“S-sorry!” You yelped, yanking your head away from the dark patch on his jeans.
“N-no, I’m…” The chair crashed into the wall as he pushed to his feet. He skirted around the opposite side of the desk muttering something you couldn’t catch over the blood pounding in your ears.
He retreated from the room. Your hands trembled, pleasure still lingering along your skin from his contact, as you hugged yourself close. It seemed the heat would never cool and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Hey There, Roomie Ship: Roommate!Taehyung | Reader Description: The sexual tension between you and your roommate is finally acted upon. Warning: Masturbation, Exhibitionsm, Voyeurism, Humiliation, Dirty Talk, Sex Toy? Word Count: 2,111
Pairing: jimin x reader Genre: 99.9% smut aka a lot of smut Warnings: mature content Word Count: 8K
You revel in the sensation of the soft muscle brushing against yours, one hand curling around the nape of his neck to decrease the very little distance that remains. But the act does nothing to soothe the seething wildfire under your skin, your mind too engrossed in the languid press and release of lips, the occasional nip of your bottom lip, and the torturous flitting touch fueling your high.
Lips sealing yours in a feverish haze, he continues his enticing service, his lips working to monopolize your every waking moment. And it takes the littlest ounce of effort on his end to have you lost in the motion. There is just something about the way he licks into your mouth that has sparks of pleasure shooting through you, and god is it addicting.
Bucky x Reader WC 2191 (I know. I’m sorry) Warnings Swearing, oral sex (f receiving), SMUT, dirty talk AN This is based on this prompt: a bucky fic where he has sex with the reader for the first time and it’s clumsy and awkward but in a good way. I agree Nonnie, the first time is usually awkward and I hope I did this justice.
You were excited for your date with Bucky tonight. You had been dating for a while and you were taking things slow but you had decided that tonight was The Night. You were nervous with anticipation. It’s not that you two hadn’t fooled around you just hadn’t had actual sex yet and you wanted everything to go perfectly.
You took extra care getting ready that afternoon, starting with a soak in the tub, then a quick shower where you exfoliated and shaved, followed by a generous application of your favourite lotion. Wearing your towel, you were examining your clothes, trying to decide what to wear, when your phone rang.
“Hey sweetheart, what are you doing?”
“Hey, Bucky! Just getting ready for our date.”
“Darlin’, it’s the afternoon. How long does it take for you to get ready?” he chuckled.
“Well,” you looked down at your towel and giggled, “Seeing how I’m only in a towel, I think I should get ready sooner than later.”
You could hear him swallow hard, “Ah, did I catch you out of the shower?”
You walked towards your bed and took a seat, crossing your legs, “I took a bath first, then a shower. I just can’t decide what to wear tonight. Maybe you can help me?”
“How can I help you?”
“Pink or black?”
“Pink or black, Bucky. Choose one,” your voice lowered a bit.
“Ah, pink? What’s this for?”
You laughed, “I’m not sure which undergarments to wear. But pink it is.”
Bucky was silent on the other line and when he spoke, his voice was strangled, “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”
You started getting dressed while you continued the conversation, “No no, I need you in tip top shape for tonight,” you giggled at him.
(n.) the perfect, delicate, crucial moment; the fleeting
rightness of time and place that creates the opportune atmosphere for action,
words, or movement
An arranged marriage AU.
Paring: OT7. Genre: fluff, angst, a lot of suggestive parts and eventual smut. Waring: Mature content Word count: 6.7k Author’s note: Tell me what yall think!! I’d love to know what’s going
on in your minds guys.
Notes: I’ve been on Jae for too long, so I had to write a smut about him naturally. As always feedback is appreciated!
Jaehyun had invited you over to the studio this afternoon to give an opinion on the new track he was working on for the new NCT 127 comeback. You made your way through the busy streets of Seoul, the sun blaring down on you as you waited at crosswalks and turned corners.
You saw the familiar sight of the SM building, entering it with a pass Jaehyun had given you months ago in case you ever wanted to visit him at work. You made your way into the elevator and pressed the button for the 7th floor.
Jin’s eyes darkened as he stared down at your bare figure, fingers pumping in and out of your wet heat. Once his fingers curled inside of you he watched in awe as you gripped your hair, moaning loudly before squirting on his fingers, causing you to sit up and stare at him with a flustered face. Jin looked at his fingers before bringing them up to his lips, eyes trained on you the whole time.
“You taste so good baby.”
Yoongi [Suga] -
Yoongi attached his lips to yours, hips grinding against your own as he pounded into you. He growled lowly against your lips, biting and sucking the flesh. Yoongi thrusted into you harder causing you to dig your nails into his back as you felt yourself clench around him. One particular hard thrust caused you to squirt on his cock, coating it in your juices as he looked down at you with lust filled eyes.
“You’re so hot babygirl.”
Hoseok [J-Hope] -
Hoseok’s fingers curled inside you, his half lidded eyes watching as you arched your back and moaned out for him. A smug grin appeared on his face as you came over his long fingers but once he noticed you squirting over his hands nothing could stop the small smirk creeping up on his lips. Hoseok would be so proud of himself for making you squirt and would try to make you do it again in future.
“Do I really make you feel that good babe?”
Namjoon [Rap Monster] -
Namjoon watched with desire as you whimpered beneath him. One of his hands lightly gripped at your neck while the other held your hips tightly, surely leaving marks as he thrusted into you. Namjoon hadn’t been expecting you to squirt over him, so when you did he’d smirk fondly down at you before he pounded into you harder than before.
“I didn’t know you could do that.”
Jimin thrusted into you, his fingers teasing your nub as you continued riding him. He bit his lip, feeling your nails scratch at his bare shoulders as you lifted yourself from his still erect cock before squirting over his stomach. He let out a drawn out moan before flipping you both over, looking down at you with a cocky smirk as he lowered his face to your clit.
“Let me taste you babe.”
Taehyung [V] -
Taehyung held your thighs down as he teased your clit with his tongue. He looked up at you with dark eyes, watching your nude form as you arched your back and withered beneath him. Taehyung knew you were about to cum but as he pulled away from your core slightly he hadn’t expected you to squirt on his tongue, causing him to send you a little smirk before pushing his face closer to your clit.
“Do it again sweetheart.”
The edge of Junkook’s lips turned up into a smirk as he held your hips in a tight grip while you lowered yourself onto his stiff length. His lips attached to your neck as you pulled at his damp hair, his hands gripping the arm of the chair causing his veins to pop. A thin layer of sweat could be seen on Jungkook’s bare skin as he breathlessly watched you squirt over his dick, coating it with your wetness causing him to look up at you affectionately.
You tossed your bag on the kitchen counter and sat down on the couch with your head in your hands. It had been the worst day of your life. Everything down to the coffee spilling on your lap on your way into work thus you having to turn around and change only to be late once again for work.
“This is the third time this week!” Your boss shouted in your face, pointing a fat finger at you. “One more slip up and your internship with Vogue will be over.”
You felt tears welling up in your eyes and you could think of nothing you wanted more than your boyfriend, Ethan’s, arms wrapped tight around you kissing your hair and rubbing your back like he always did when you were stressed and upset.
You fished your phone out of your pants pocket and dialled Ethan’s number quickly. When his voice filled your ears you felt a relief wash over you. Suddenly everything was okay.
This story is a work of fanfiction for “The Hobbit/Lord of the Rings”, and is
not endorsed by the originator(s) of the work. All official characters and
settings are the property of their respective owners. No copyright
infringement, offense, or solicitation is intended. This story has been written
for entertainment value only. No profit is being made from this writing. Note,
all original characters contained herein copyrighted to MoonofMorrigan.
Pairing: Thranduil x Reader (or his wife)
Author’s Note: I couldn’t ignore my own headcanon
about King Thranduil’s wife anymore. So, ignore the movies concept of her being
deceased. She is alive and well, and you, dear reader, are playing her part in
this story. ^_~ Note elves celebrate the date of their conception so “birthdate” or “day of your birth” in this story refers to that. This story is also a gift for a friend of mine @miresgaleth hope she, and
you enjoy it. Feel free to reblog/retweet, like/kudos and/or comment if you
Your hair was still dripping with water when you
entered the chambers you shared with your husband. The air hit you as a cooling
wind while you walked through the bath house to the royal bedchambers. You
clutched at the thin white robe trimmed with gold which you had about your
otherwise naked form.
When you entered you noted the barrenness of the
room. It seemed strange to you. More to the point you noted your husband seated
on the floor on a bed of furs in front of the fireplace, a goblet of wine in
his hand. He peered into the orange flames as if transfixed. He had apparently
been awaiting your return as there was another glass goblet sitting beside him
full and untouched, beside it a plate of something. You couldn’t make it out.
Quietly, you padded over to him in your bare feet, stopping only when you came
to his side, and sat down. You knew he was aware of your presence even though
he did not look at you.
You both sat silently for a moment, then he
finally spoke just barely above a whisper, “I never dreamed this time would
come. The time when we would leave these halls for the west.”
“You speak of it as if it is a time of mourning,
not rejoicing. We have built our ships, and our beloved kin will go west with
us. We will see Legolas once more, along with our other children. Does not that
thought at least fill you with some joy?”
“Yes, of course my love,” he remarked with a nod
of his head, “it is merely that we leave behind our memories of this place, and
can never return to revisit them.” His voice became softer with his next words
as he finally looked at you, “We will never make love in these chambers again…”
You can’t help the small smile that comes to your
lips at these words. He looks away into the embers once more, then next to him
at the unused goblet and the dish beside it. He takes the goblet into his hands
and hands it to you with a gentle smile. Perhaps that little confession of what
was on his mind embarrassed him a little? You can’t help giggling a little
before you raise the cup to your lips. As you sip at it, he eyes you in a “oh
don’t tease me manner” before turning his attention to the dish. He lifts it
carefully to your eye view and you see upon it your favorite cakes and
confections. You set your goblet down as you take in the different varieties of
baked goods set on the small dish.
“I cannot give you much of a gift now, as any and
all treasures that could buy such are on the ships already, but I wanted you to
know I have not forgotten this is the anniversary of your birth.”
You take the delicate dish from his hand and pop
one into your mouth, offering him one, which he denies with a gesture of his
hand. As the sweetness melts on your tongue you cannot help admiring your
husband’s profile, his throat, the flow of the silvery blonde hair about his
strong shoulders… all of him. You always counted yourself among the luckiest of
women to be the wife of this beautiful, kind, but strong king. The thought hits
you once more, and you can’t help looking at him as you had when you first took
interest in him as a woman. You set the dish down, and wait for him to turn his
eyes upon you again. He does so a moment later and gives you a puzzled look.
“What is it?”
The smile upon your lips returns, you shake your
head, and you watch a little more interested than you normally would be as he
gives you a suspicious look, then tips the last of his wine to lips and downs
it. You note the small bead of red liquid that tries to set itself on his
perfect lips, which the tip of his tongue darts out to lick away before it
strays. A tingling feeling shoots down into your belly making you clench your
legs together a little more. It had been a while since either of you had any
stirrings of amative feeling, or if he had, he didn’t attempt to follow through
Perhaps his earlier musing was a hint?
You watch as he gets up with his goblet,
stretches, then barefoot as well, heads to the wine table. He is clad in a
matching robe to your own, and you know he obviously has nothing underneath the
thin fabric of it either.
Well, even if it
hadn’t been a hint, perhaps a little bit of wifely affection would help him at
least stop being so melancholy? In fact, you remembered, the two of you were very fond of lovemaking before
you had reared your children, even for a few years afterwards.
What better way to leave this place behind, and
perhaps when they arrive begin a new life in the west? Perhaps you would
welcome another child? Or perhaps not. But for tonight, as each moment passed
and with each moment you watched him move in the familiar routines he had, you
had to admit that it wasn’t exactly bearing a child that was on your mind, but
rather the events that could lead to making one. However, your cycle was not
near, so you knew you would not begin to nurture a life on this night. You just
wanted to be as close as two beings could with him, to love him, and to make
union with him.
“Perhaps I could comfort your spirit tonight
dearest. Besides,” you began to slowly unhook the fastenings on your robe from
the bottom up, stopping purposely just before you reached the last one which
covered your bosom, and waited for him to turn back around, “I crave something
far sweeter than cakes as your gift to me tonight.”
He turned around, a perplexed look on his face
then realization and surprise a moment later when in perfect timing you unhook it
and push your robe off your shoulders revealing your completely naked form to
You hear his breath catch in his throat, as he
looks you up and down, with each pass his eyes make, they lingering longer on
your body, and you recognize the desire beginning to glint in his eyes. His
mouth opens to speak, but no words form when you purposely sit up a little
taller pushing your breasts out more with the movement.
You hold your hand out to him in invitation.
After setting his goblet back on the wine table he wastes no time in returning
to you and taking it in his. He situates himself in front of you and slides his
hands down your sides to your hips.
“Do you want to unwrap your gift then, or should
I do it?” he asks as he leans in to kiss you.
“Well, what’s the fun of getting a gift if you do
not get to undress it yourself?” you answer with a smirk. He returns it and
lays a kiss on your cheek, and works his way to your earlobe, and after gently
sucking on it, lays fluttering kisses along your neck. As he does this, you
busy yourself with the lacings of his own robe and make short work of them. A
moment later he is letting the fabric slide off his body with your gentle persuasion
and you run your hands along the contours of his strong chest and shoulders
before laying a kiss on his lips.
You both smile into it as you battle for the
control and pleasure of the other’s lower lip, which you finally concede to
him, and both of you gasp in the other’s mouth when you each plunge your
tongues into the other’s warm mouth. You feel his hands wandering over you, a
fleeting touch along your sides, a caress of the back of his fingers along the
bottom of your breast before cupping it and running his fingers over the
hardened nubs. You muse briefly as you run your own hands along his torso, and
down his belly, and then grabbing and squeezing his buttocks, before running
your hands back up his chest once more, how familiar, but pleasing he feels to
your fingertips and to your lips as you kiss his neck and collarbone.
He trails his lips down your throat once more to
one of your paps and takes it into his mouth. Gently, he sucks at it and runs
the tip of his tongue over it in a rhythmic motion that sets your insides
blazing. Once he releases it you scoot back on to the soft furs beneath you,
raising your arms over your head, and stretching out your legs in front of you,
him seated between them as he looks at you.
A soft smile is on his lips as he follows sync
and lays on top of you, taking your lips in his and feverishly kissing you,
which you return with relish. It isn’t long before you feel him dipping his
hand between your legs, and gently rubbing your center point of pleasure. As he
does this he moves down to your bosom and takes the nipple he left unattended
in to his mouth. You begin start to feel the lovely waterfall of physical bliss
begin to fall upon you with even more earnestness as he moves his hand and
mouth in the same rhythm and pattern. Your hands tangle in his hair behind his
neck and your lips fall on his warm shoulders with open mouth kisses that are
cut short by your moans and sighs, until finally the waterfall becomes waves,
and each one becomes stronger pulling you closer into the twilight of erotic
After the world focuses again, and you see him
still attending to the areas he had already enticed such lovely pleasure from,
you snake a shivering hand down his torso, his belly, and finally gently take
hold of his hardened member. He gasps, a delightful sound to you, and stops working
his wonderful rhythmic torture, his hands went to the furs sitting up, as you
rub his phallus against you to tempt him into becoming one with you. Your
insides ached for him. Your raw emotions begged for the closeness it would
bring both of you. In these moments nothing and no one in the world exists save
only the other.
Finally, as you look upon him, his eyes closed in
pleasure and no doubt with the same raw emotional state you yourself had, you
feel him slip inside of you. Your joined bodies start in a slow, beautifully
agonizing rhythm, you perfectly timed with him, and slowly the thrusts become
faster, more demanding, deeper.
It leaves you both moaning, whimpering, gasping,
and finally, when the world falls away for both of you in your tidal wave of ecstasy,
crying out in fulfillment, pleasure and joy.
As the last of the climaxes wears away, he
collapses briefly on top of you, before finding strength to pull himself up
just enough to kiss you tenderly and passionately on the lips. You both spend
several moments affectionately kissing and continuing to touch the other in the
sure way you both know would delight your partner.
As he is placing a kiss on your cheek, he asks
with a hot breath in your ear, “How can you make me bear leaving here now?”
You look into his eyes which, though not sad, are
flooded with emotion and love, “Because on our first night and day in our new
home, I thought perhaps we could try to recount this night together, perhaps
even make it… more memorable.” You finish with a knowing smile.
“I will trust you to guide me in that my queen.”
He laid another soft kiss on your lips then
lifted himself off of you and settled beside you, gathering you in his arms as
he did so. You hear him whisper just before his breathing became heavy with the
sound of contented rest, “My beautiful queen…”
Summary: Steve and the Reader have been on one date and he shows up late one night…unexpectedly.
Warnings: Oral (female receiving), Captain America being a sassy little mofo, language.
A/N: Alright, so I did this at the request of @love-me-some-pie21 and it’s based off of this post. I honestly never thought I would write for Marvel, just enjoy other’s writing, but I couldn’t resist this one. I hope I did our dearest Cap justice.
Tags: At the bottom. And still open, just shoot me an ask if you’d like to be tagged in any future Chris/Steve.
There’s a knock on the door and you look at the time, wondering who in the world would come by this late. You live alone, in a quiet apartment building in D.C. and the only person you’d gotten to know was the handsome superhero down the hall. But it had only been one quiet and awkward lunch a few days ago. He’d never just dropped by. So when you opened the door to see none other than Captain America standing there, one hand on each side of the door frame like he was trying to hold himself back, it was a bit of a shock.
Alrighty. So this request was from a long time ago and I feel really bad for not getting to it sooner but here it is. This was requested by an anon:
“Hi there :) Could you do a oneshot where Y/N calls Mr. J “daddy” for the first time while they’re making out and his reaction? He never mentioned his kink infront of her so she doesn’t know (it can turn in to smut if you want) of course you don’t have to write it if you don’t want to but it’d be really cool if you would <3″
So here it is! *PSA SMUT* *ALSO PSA CHOKING* *ANOTHER PSA WHEN CHOKING SOMEONE SQUEEZE THE SIDES BECAUSE IT CUTS OF SOME BLOOD FLOW TO THE BRAIN WHICH IS WHAT CAUSES THE PLEASURE, PLEASE DON’T SQUEEZE THE AIRWAY BECAUSE THAT CAN BE REALLY DANGEROUS*
It had been a long day at work. You and J met with some new prospects, handling possible business deals, and a slew of other pointless errands. Relief washed over your tired body as you stepped into the warmth of you and J’s house.
“What do you want for dinner J?” You yelled from across the room. He was off on his way to his office to no doubt do some more work. Gosh this man never takes a break, you thought to yourself.
“I don’t know darling, you pick. Just order something,” he groaned in a tired voice. He stalked off towards his office and left you in the spacious kitchen.
“Chinese it is,” you mumbled to yourself. Picking up the phone, you dialed the number of the closest Chinese food joint around and placed your order for the both of you and then some. You collapsed on to the couch and shut your eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose.
You and J hadn’t been together for very long at all. There were still many things you didn’t know about him, many mannerisms that you had no clue what they meant, you still couldn’t understand his moods most of the time and it frustrated you to no end. You understood that he didn’t like to talk very much, you understood that he was a fairly private person, but you were his girlfriend, he should be able to talk to you.
A couple minutes later the doorbell rang letting you know that your food had arrived. Your stomach rumbled loudly as you stood up, thanking your lucky graces that your food had finally arrived.
The kid standing outside the door mumbled an oh fuck as he realized who you were .With the Joker being one of the most if not the most wanted criminal in Gotham it was hard to not grab attention as well. Everyone knew who you were, the Joker’s girlfriend.
“That’ll be $21.95…,” he stammered quietly.
“Oh relax kid, I’m not gonna hurt ya. Here, keep the change,” you said after handing him thirty bucks and closing the door. “J the food is here,” you yelled, hoping he would hear you from his office. His heavy footsteps thumped down the stairs and to the kitchen.
“You got Chinese?” He looked at you with face of mild disgust.
“Yea, you said to order something so I got Chinese. I was in the mood for it.” You opened the boxes dishes a bit of everything on to your plate and leaving him to do the same. You padded up to your shared bedroom and plopped down on the bed. You looked down at your plate and started shovelling all sorts of food in to your hungry mouth. The door cracked open and you looked up.
“Hey. Mind if I join you?” It wasn’t really a question, more of him letting you know he was coming to sit with you. You grunted in acknowledgement and went back to your food. You felt his hand creep up your calf, massaging the stiff muscles of your leg. He worked your leg muscles with vigor and caution before moving to the other leg. You closed your eyes and sighed at the amazing feeling of his hands massaging you. “Y/N are you mad at me baby?” You looked up at him and made eye contact with those wild blue eyes. Instead of answering him you just looked back down at your food.
“You know waht J? Yes. I am mad. I know we haven’t been dating for long or anything but I don’t think it’s fair for you to ignore me and be a dick whenever you’re pissed about something. I’m going to take a shower. I’ll see you in a bit,” you said as you stood up. He stared at you as you walked away from him.
No one had ever really been that honest with him and it caught him off guard. He knew he was an asshole but no one ever had the guts to point it out. He sighed and walked back to his office deciding it was probably best to leave you be for the time being.
After you had stepped out of the shower and dried off a little bit you plopped back down on to the bed and laid there staring at the ceiling. You had sort of zoned out and finally snapped back in to reality when the bed side opposite of yours dipped .
“Please don’t be mad princess. Come here.” You turned over to face him. His face was sincere and although it was difficult for him to admit, he was sorry. He hated seeing you mad at him. You scooched towards his open arms and laid your head on his firm chest. “Treasure this moment because it’s a rare one, but I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to piss you off. I’m a little grumpy that’s all. I got word that one of my, no our, business partners has plans to kill me. I don’t want to get you involved,” he stated. You heart grew as you realized that he really meant it, he was just being like this to protect you.
“Fine… But ya gotta make it up to me,” you countered. A a wide smile touched his lips, putting his shiny silver teeth on view.
“Mmm come here princess, let me make it all better,” he growled, looking at you with a predatory look on his alabaster white skin. You grinned and crawled towards him returning his hungry look. “That’s it baby c’mere.”
You finally reached him and you threw your arms over his shoulders. You pulled him in for the kiss you had been anticipating. Your lips molded perfectly together creating a fiery, passionate kiss. His hands were roaming your body, trying to elicit the moans he loved so much. He traced his fingertips down your arms creating goosebumps. His lips trailed down from your lips, to your jaw, and finally to the base of your neck where he found the most sensitive part of your neck.
“Mmm daddy yes.” Your eyes widened and you pulled away in shock that you had just said that. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to say that. It just sorta slipped out oh my gosh,” you babbled. He pressed his pointer finger against your lips, silencing you.
“Come back to daddy princess,” He purred in your ear as he pulled you flush against his body. “What do you want daddy to do baby girl? Tell me,” he demanded.
“I want daddy to touch me,” you mumbled quietly. The hunger in his eyes was indescribable. He was filled with pure lust right now, his pupils dilated to the maximum. He grinned at you and pushed you down on the bed, laying you down. He kneeled over top of you and slid your shirt up your torso. His touch burned your skin as he touched your stomach and lifting them up to your breasts.
“So beautiful,” he mumbled as he drank you in. “Tell daddy what you want. Are you wet for me baby girl? Hmm? Tell me princess, tell daddy how good he makes you feel.” He briefly lifted you up to unclip your bra. He gently pushed you back down and slipped off the undergarment. The cold air made your nipples harden and he brushed his thumb over your hardened peak. You let out a quiet moan and subconsciously lifted your chest in to his hand. He smirked and pinched your nipple. You let out a yelp at the unexpected pain that only brought you pleasure.
“Oh god J. Please I want you so bad,” you said in a needy voice, your desperation for him coming through. You reached up to run your fingers through his green hair but the moment you lifted your hands he had them pinned down to the bed.
“Oh baby girl you think you can move without my permission? Is daddy gonna have to teach you a lesson?” You loved when his dominant side came out. You shook your head and smiled up at him. His hand slid down your stomach, reaching in to the band of your pants. You gasped as you felt his finger lightly press against your throbbing clit. You needed him and he knew it. He studied your face careful trying to figure out your expression.
“If I let your hands go will you be a good girl for me?” He smirked at you as he looked at the vulnerable place you were in. The hand he was holding your wrists with moved down to caress your cheek and then wrapped around your neck. You threw your head back and moaned at the rush that his choking gave you. “Mmm that’s it baby moan for daddy,” he purred in your ear.
He dropped his pants along with his boxers and looked at you with pure lust.
“I want you so bad,” you moaned. He pulled off your shorts and your cute little thong and aligned his cock with your dripping hole. “Do it J, fuck me, fuck me hard,” you stuttered due to his hand lightly pushing down on your throat. He slowly pushed his way in to you, groaning at the tightness of your pussy. A sexy noise erupted from your mouth at the feel of him stretching you, filling you completely, bringing nothing but pleasure.
The slow intimate sex didn’t last very long as he picked up momentum and plowed in to you. Your hips connecting with every thrust, the sound of skin on skin filling the room mixed with the growls and groans coming from him. He definitely knew what he was doing as he reached down and started to rub your clit. The sensation of his fingers rubbing your sensitive nub and the feeling of his cock hitting you in all the right places threw you over the edge.
“Oh god J, I’m cumming,” you stuttered, unable to form complete sentences.
“Oh baby girl, did I say you could cum?” He looked at you with a mischievous grin on his face. Your eyes widened as you thought of what might come next. Your suspicions were confirmed when he filled you over, raising your hips. His big hand came down on your ass and you let out a small yelp. He caressed the spot where he had spanked you and then came down with another hit. “That’s what you get for being naughty princess,” he said as he leaned forward to whisper in your ear. The pleasure he was giving you was out of this world. You had never felt this way before and you loved it.
“God I’m so close, please let me cum, pretty please,” you begged. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled hard using your hair as leverage to pound you harder.
“Alright cum baby, daddy’s so close. Cum for daddy,” he said, giving you permission to do what you needed most at this moment. The rush of your orgasm flowed through your body, your pussy clenching around his cock. This sent him flying over the edge, finally finding his own release.
He collapsed beside you and you laid down beside him.
“Oh my god J. That was amazing. That was the best you’ve ever fucked me,” you said as you turned to look at him. He grunted in agreement, still overwhelmed from his orgasm. He reached over and pulled you in to his side, your head resting on his chest. You quickly fell asleep, exhausted from the amazing sex you just had.
“Goodnight princess, daddy’s right here,” he said as he kissed the top of your head, soon drifting in to his own slumber.
Pairing: Hoseok/Reader AU: Phone Sex Operator!Hoseok Genre: Smut Rating: M Warnings: phone sex, masturbation, dirty talk Word Count: 1.2k A/N: I had so many problems writing this, so I’m very sorry if this is c r a p. It’s also not beta’d so that’s another thing. Either way, here’s Hoseok’s version of the PSO!AU.
Summary: Your friend tells you about an exclusive, luxury phone sex operator who goes simply by “Sir”. When you manage to get a chance to get a call with him, you get a surprise.
The crisp air of the night whipped through your hair as you rested your head on the door of Ethan’s BMW. Beach type music blared from the speakers as Ethan and Grayson joked in the front seat. Ethan would occasionally glance in the rear view mirror to catch a quick glimpse of you, sending you a wink when you caught his gaze.
The twins had found themselves bored of sitting in their conference room, skateboarding and video games so Grayson suggested the three of you give night surfing a go. The idea scared you, you had just learned to surf a month ago and you were still a beginner to say the least. The waves were a bit harsher at night and your number one fear was drowning, but Ethan assured you he wouldn’t let anything happen to his number one girl.
He pulled up to a parking space, cutting the engine off and smiling widely. “We’re here ladies and gents.” Hopping out of the car, Grayson grabbed the boards from their place on top of the car where Ethan took twenty minutes to make sure they were strapped down correctly. You already had your wetsuit up to your waist so you just pulled it up your arms and had Ethan zip it up for you, but first he had to kiss the nape of your neck to send shivers down your spine.
Following the twins down to the beach, there were a few people out lurking for seashells which you found cute. Grayson was the first one down on his board and paddling out, you gulped and got down next, Ethan right next to you. “I’m right here with you baby. You’ll be fine.”
With a nod you followed him out to meet Grayson, you guys weren’t too far out but far enough out to catch the waves. You decided to go first, paddling until you knew it was time to stand, getting up and catching your balance before riding it out. You could hear the twins cheering behind you as you jumped off and into the water, shaking some hair out of your eyes.
Grayson was coming next and you quickly hopped up onto your board and paddled off the side of him, watching and laughing as he wiped out. Ethan caught the end of your board and pulled you up next to him and you were able to make out his face in the dark. He was smiling wide which made your heart flutter like crazy.
“Do you know how fucking beautiful you are?”
“A certain someone tells me everyday.”
“Well that certain someone is a good boyfriend then I guess.”
You both shared a giggle before he leaned in, catching your lips in a heated kiss. You placed one hand on his thigh to keep your balance as his tongue slid it’s way in, your lips smacking together in a way that had your thighs threatening to clench together. “I’m going to fuck you so hard when we get back home.” He mumbled between kisses, pulling back and squeezing your arm.
He paddled off to catch the next wave, leaving you breathless and longing for him again. No matter what Ethan managed to do he always left you eager and yearning for him. After riding a couple more waves and having fun with the boys, you decided that was enough for tonight as you started to feel that all too familiar pain in your arms. You made your way to the shore and Ethan was hot on your trail, letting his brother know he was a bit tired too.
Grayson decided to stay back and continue on for a while before he decided play time was over. Ethan followed you back to the car, placing your boards up against his car. “Babe can you help me out of my suit?” A smirk spread across his face as he nodded, coming over and spinning you around. He unzipped it painfully slow, dragging the top down your shoulders and taking time to kiss both of your shoulders in the process.
Your breath started to become ragged and he took notice, chuckling hotly behind you. He got both of your arms out, spinning you back around and his eyes zeroed in on the way your breasts were threatening to spill out of the bathing suit top choice you opted for tonight. His fingers skimmed over the purple bruise marks that he left just a few nights prior. He loved to mark your body, he wanted people to know you belonged to him and only him. You were his.
He shimmied the suit down to your waist, his body awfully close to yours as his breath fanned out against your neck. You let out a sigh as his lips found your pulse point, sucking softly and squeezing your hips in the same sense. “Ethan.” You whimpered out almost pathetically, your arms squeezing his through his suit. “Shh baby, just let me.” He sunk to his knees, almost yanking your suit down your legs and getting you to step out of it.
He absentmindedly tossed your suit to the ground, standing and capturing your lips in a quick kiss. It was so naughty that you two were doing this in an open parking lot but then again it was almost one in the morning and everyone was sleeping at this hour. His lips moved down your jaw and to your neck, his hand slipping under your bottoms and you let out a moan as his fingers rubbed over you, your wetness coating his fingers.
“God damn, you’re soaking for me aren’t you?”
Ethan pulled out his hand and licked his fingers, looking around as if he was up to something. He fumbled for the door handle behind you and got the door open, kissing you quickly again. “Spread the towel out and lie down.” Without questioning him you did as he said, spreading out the towel and lying down, Ethan pulling you to where your ass was almost hanging off the seat. He got onto his knees, smirking and looking up your body.
“I’m going to eat your pussy right here, right now.”
You were at a loss for words as he untied the strings on your bikini, pulling the fabric away from your body and then reaching behind him. He somehow got his wetsuit unzipped and he pulled it off his arms down to his waist. Gasping out, he roughly grabbed your legs, hooking them with his arms and spreading your legs expertly. Yours and Ethan’s sex life was amazing, you couldn’t lie about it, but this was new and oddly enough you were fucking loving it.
He kept eye contact with you as he stuck out his tongue, flattening it against your pussy. You moaned out and bit your lip, your hands reaching for the door handle above your head, holding it and baring down on it until you were sure your knuckles had turned white. His tongue ran up and down your slick folds and he moaned when he did so, which sent vibrations through your body. “Mmm…Ethan.” Your breathing came out in short pants and your heartbeat was so loud you could hear it in your ears.
Ethan always took his time when eating you out, he could go on for hours until you beg and plead for him to stop or until you’re practically shaking from the amount of orgasms he’s given you with just his mouth alone. “God baby, you taste fucking heavenly.” He said, groaning and next his mouth latches over your entire slit, his lips closing as he begins to suck. Your back arches and you let out a few whimpers of his name, his fingers digging into the skin of your thighs.
His tongue wriggles it’s way between your lips, licking and flicking the sensitive skin hidden between. He let’s out a moan and it sends vibrations up your body, your hips jerking up involuntarily. Ethan’s grip on your thighs tightens and he pins your legs down, the slight stretch of your muscles not uncomfortable in the slightest. The sensation of his tongue against your clit, your entrance and everywhere else, it was always so damn good. Didn’t matter if he was kitten licking or eating you like his last meal, it always felt amazing with him.
His mouth wraps around your clit, sucking and pulling on the bud so hard that your spin curves sharply off the seat of his car and you couldn’t help the loud moans that slipped past your lips. Being quiet was the furthest thing from your mind right now. You could feel his stubble rubbing against you and that only edged your orgasm on more. His tongue kitten licks down to your entrance where your arousal is so much that it’s leaking down your thighs and onto the towel underneath you.
His tongue slipped into your entrance and he started to tongue fuck you, collecting your wetness and moisture all over his face. “Ethan! Fuck baby, don’t stop. I’m so close.” He licked back up and down your slit a few more times before standing and letting his body cover your own, his fingers finding your clit as he began rubbing the throbbing nub hard and fast. The wet sounds made him moan as his lips found yours, your kisses frantic and desperate as you tasted yourself on his tongue.
“You gonna come for me baby?”
“Y-Yes! Please can I?”
“Go ahead beautiful. I got you.”
You adverted your gaze down to the way his fingers were working your nub and he rested his forehead on yours, watching you watch him. Your breath got caught in your throat as your orgasm crashed over you, seeing white behind your eyes. “Ethan! Oh fuck!” Your body trembled and shook as your legs clamped around him, his finger still moving as he let you ride out your orgasm. Your moans and whimpers echoed into the night as you came down from your high, Ethan smirking cockily as he kissed your forehead.
“God you’re amazing. Now you make me want to fuck you in public more often.”
The both of you giggled and kissed for a little bit until he climbed off of you and helped you back into your bottoms. By the time you had your bottoms tied back up and Ethan got out of his own suit, Grayson came jogging back up to the car, shaking hair out of his face. “I think this was the best idea I’ve ever came up with.” He bragged, placing his board down and laughing. Ethan looked over at you and winked, going over to aid his brother in undressing.