You’d been working for the royal family for over a decade now. You knew every nook and cranny—every secret passage and hidden room in that palace. It was practically your home. You took care of it, constantly sweeping and dusting and mopping.
You also took care of Jung Hoseok, the spoiled prince residing in it. You always cleaned his room, washed his clothes and made his meals. But then somewhere in the mess of everything, you began taking care of him in a different way.
You always had a close friendship with the prince but that’s all it was—friendship. Until one day, two years ago, he approached you. That’s when it all began, your secret relationship with the seductive prince.
No one knew about your relationship, everyone always assumed it was purely friendship. No one ever expected the handsome prince to fall for a lowly maid like yourself, which made the relationship all the more perfect, in a sense.
At least twice a week you two would meet up for discreet, eager sex, and today was one of those days.
“Come ride me,” Hoseok demanded sternly, eyes already mentally undressing you. He sat in his gold throne with his crown sitting crookedly on his head. His robe fell around him, engulfing him in a pool of black fur.
The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter Nine- Dean x Reader
The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter Nine
finds out you’re a virgin and begins to try to charm his way into your
pants. Little does he know he’s about to fall in love. Word Count: 2,110 Warnings: Sexual Content (Very gentle smut. But still smut.) Language.
SERIES MASTERLIST I’m so addicted to all the things you do When you’re rollin’ round with me in between the sheets Oh the sounds you make, with every breath you take It’s unlike anything, when you’re lovin’ me… From Addicted by Saving Abel
Dean gently kissed his way up your body before stopping to admire you. Your body flushed under his gaze as he drank in every inch of you. You let out a little gasp and shook from the nerves that were threatening to overtake you again. He knelt between your parted legs, hovering dangerously close. Dean’s mouth kissing at your collarbone made you sigh lowly and contently. His hands roaming over the curve of your hips as he let out a moan.
“Goddamn. Every inch of you is beautiful.” He murmured as he pressed his forehead over yours. You hummed lovingly as your hands moved to roam over his clothed back. Your fingers slipping under the fabric and giving it a tug.
“Off.” You demanded with a giggle. Your body quaking as you tried to be bold for him. You always giggled when you were nervous. You bit your bottom lips back to stifle them and Dean took the opportunity to kiss the tip of your nose.
“Please don’t be nervous. I promise that this will be perfect, baby.” He whispered to you the reassuring words again. You nodded slowly and tried to make yourself calm down. This was overwhelming to every sense you had and you swallowed the lump in your throat. Dean’s touches were light and loving as he pressed his lips to yours softly. The fourth kiss was longing and benevolent. His lips lingering there as he worked through the emotions that came with it. When he pulled away, he smiled at you a bit mischievously as he sat up to yank his shirt over his head.
You sighed lowly as he looked down over you adoringly. This man was almost too perfect to be real. You finally allowed yourself to enjoy him fully as your eyes roamed over his body. Hissing through your teeth, as the shock of desire shot through you. His harden cock stood straining against his boxer as his breath became more ragged. You couldn’t help but take in how his abdominal muscles clenched and flexed with the pace of his breath.
“Are you even real?.” You murmured as you grunted lowly. The pain from the throbbing at your core was pronouncing itself loudly. Your hand moving to sweep down his bare stomach and gently running a finger above the waistband of his boxers.
Dean moaned lowly at the touch and couldn’t help but to pump himself slowly. You looked on at him curiously and wonder just what it would be like to touch him. Sitting up, you brought both hands to him as you brushed them down his bare torso. Hooking both sets of fingers into his boxers, you pulled them down to his knees. You blushed hotly when you came face to face with his freed member. It was long, thick, and stood pressed against his stomach. Your eyes flew open and the panic you had felt earlier was back with vengeance. How in the world was that going to fit? You sank back to sit on your feet as you looked at him questionably.
“Ummm. Ehhhh. Hehehehehehe.” You giggled out as your hand hovered over him. Dean automatically leaned forward as he prayed you would finally touched him. Nearly choking on your nerves, you reached out and gently took him into your hand. Your fingers curling around him as you slowly slide your hand over his full length. He was hot to the touch and you moaned when you felt just how hard he was.
“Is this ok?” You murmured completely unsure of yourself. With Dean’s eager nod of approval you continued to allow your fingers to move up and down him.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Dean groaned as you fingers slowly creeped up and down him. You seemed curious and your touch was so soft it was almost painful. By now, with any other woman, he would have been half-way through the process. He would have been getting what he was looking for. A cheap thrill for the night. Then there was you. The way you shuddered under a simple look. How sweet but daring you were. He wanted so much more from you. He could only hope that you would be willing to give him that.
The ever so light touch from your curled fingers was going to send him over the edge. He had been dreaming of this touch since that first night at the bar. Everything he had been feeling was wrapped up in the way you were looking into him. Your eyes hadn’t left his and he felt his breath becoming shorter with each stroke of your hand.
You smiled so painfully sweetly before you bent over and place a kiss on his tip. It was red and swollen as a bitter liquid leaked onto your lips. Your tongue darted out to taste it in curiosity. The moan that came from deep within Dean cut straight through you. Your sex throbbed between your legs and you decided that for right now that was enough exploring. You needed him. You need Dean to make you all his.
Moving away from him, you reached behind you and unclasped your bra. Allowing it to fall away, you laid back and your legs spread wide. Your fingers running down your own body and stopping at your swollen clit. Pressing there, like Dean had a few night ago, you swirl your finger there. Dean quickly got rid of his boxers and moved to lay beside you. His hand gently ghosting over your arms before settling on your hand. Moaning when you let out a cry, his hand gently removed yours. “Let me sweetheart.” He murmured as gently moved you to lay with your back against him. You groaned lowly when his thumb began to circle over your nub slowly at first. When you began to muttered increasingly dirty words, the pressure and frequency increased. The waves of pleasure that spiraled through you made you cry his name. Dean’s touch putting the perfect amount of out of control into your mind. You whimpered when he gave you a harsher swirl of his thumb while kissing your shoulder. He smiled against it as your cries of his name made him twitch in anticipation.
You shook a bit when his other hand skimmed down to your breast. He gently pinched and rolled your nipple in time with his touches of your clit. His fingers began to flick with an increased fever as your hips begin to lift off the bed. You cried lowly as the coil in your belly grew tighter and tighter. His fingers worked quickly to bring you to your undoing. Pressing harshly and almost frantically a few more times, Dean moaned against your ear.
“Cum for me, Y/N. I need you to cum for me.”
The coil in your belly clenched and seized from his words- warmth washing over you as you cried out his name in climax. Your hand landed on top of his as he help you ride out your first orgasm. You swayed under him as he pressed himself against. You opened your legs and allowed for him to slipped his cock between your thighs. He thrust gently forward and grunted at the contact.
Dean’s heart was swelling as he watched you coming down from your high. Your body flushed pink while you parted your lips. Little moans continued to tumble out of you and Dean couldn’t help but wish for this to never end. He could spend the rest of his life giving you everything. Not understanding the feelings fully, he simply accepted them as they were. He was tired of fighting every damn good thing to happen to him. Maybe just this fucking once he would let the Fates have their way.
Kissing the top of your head, he gently rolled away from you. Standing up, he went to his duffel bag to rummage through the side zipper. You turned to look at him and took in the sight. He leaned over the office table in the room with his back to you. You could see every ripple and movement of his back muscle and you groaned. You prayed to whomever was listening and thank them for sending him to you. Your feelings were undeniable now. You wanted to be with Dean Winchester. You needed to be with Dean Winchester.
Dean sighed in relief as he finally found the condom at the bottom of his bag. He turned slowly to look at you and he nearly lost it. You sat looking at him with a look that made his stomach twist into a knot. You looked so lost as you looked to him unsure.
The thoughts that ran through your mind weren’t what you thought they would be. They weren’t dirty and you had no desire to call him daddy. You just wanted him to make you his. You wanted him to hold you close and take what was meant to be his all along.
“Ummmm. Dean. Dean. I need you. Please.” You muttered innocently. Though you didn’t understand the feelings fully. You craved the connection that you felt this would bring.
Your words hit Dean straight in the cock and he moaned your name. He could no longer wait and your sweet words were all the encouragement he needed. Ripping the wrapper open and rolling on the condom, he moved to the bed again. You laid back onto your back and allowed for him to spread your legs apart. Dean kissed your lips for a fifth time and this time it was full of desire. His tongue dragging across your bottom lip as he gently brought the tip of his cock to your dripping entrance.
He moved his hand down to your weeping womanhood as prepared you. His ran down to your slicked slit and gently spread you open. The sensation caused your body to jerk against his and you cried into the kiss. Breaking away he whispered loving words to you.
“I’m sorry, baby girl. This might hurt.” He sighed against your ear. Slowly he began to rock forward, allowing you to stretch around him. His mind reeled from the intensity of the pleasure as he slipped forward into you. You were so tight and sweet that it took all his restraint not to fuck you into the mattress. He knew well that this was going to be at least uncomfortable for you.
You hadn’t expected the sharp pain that knife its way through you. As Dean stretched you, all you could do was hissed in pain. The same pain snaked its way up and into your belly. Tears stung your eyes and you bite your lip to keep from crying as Dean sunk all the way to the hilt. His lips moving to rain kisses onto your face. He kissed your forehead, nose, and finally your lips. His words were soft, adoring, and doting. He shook with the resistant it took to pump slowly into you. His lips kissed away your tears as he move into you again and again. The pain fading into a dull ache as you stretch with each gentle thrust. His hips moving into you in a rhythmic pattern.
Groaning as you squeezed him so deliciously and he tried his damnedest to be gentle. He bent down and caught your nipple in his mouth. When he sucked softly, you moaned as the sensation rippled through you. Dean’s tongue swirled around the tip before grazing it with his teeth. Your hands tangled into his hair as you pressed yourself closer to him. The feeling of being filled to the brim made your soul sing. You hadn’t understood what everyone was always going on about until Dean Winchester came along. Even back five years ago, you had known there was something about him. Something that made your heart happy. You would have never guessed that he might be the one.
The one to help you feel love again. As Dean’s hips rocked forward and his lips pressed to yours for a seventh kiss, you couldn’t help but hope that this would never stop. You had never felt something more incredible than to share yourself with someone like him.
Dean’s own feelings had shifted quickly through this experience. When the first meet you, there had been an instant attraction. Then throughout the years, he had found himself developing a crush on you. It hadn’t made much since to tell you at the time. Too much shit was happening when it had finally occurred to him. But now?
Now he was going to fall in love.
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But breasts ARE sexual organs? They release oxytocin when stimulated, that makes them sexual.
ive had to deal w this argument before ok listen here
boobs do the oxytocin thing when theyre stimulated yes, nipples are an erogenous zone. Men’s nipples do this too. Now read over those two sentences and let the double standard dawn on you okay? Think about it if both kinds of nips release oxytocin when you do the touch touch on them, why is only one kind of nip considered a sexual nip? sexism that’s why
it’s ridiculous and technically makes a dude’s nipples more inappropriate than a lady’s nipples because boy nipples serve virtually no other purpose than to be stimulated by temperature change or by sexual activity, while girl nipples serve the added purpose of oh you know, feeding babies no big deal
but nah man nah both can be aroused so both nips are sexual or no nips are so make up your mind
you know where else is an erogenous zone?? ears. Are you wearing an ear bra/?? Why the fuck arent you wearing your fucking ear bra you trash put on yoourfucking ear bra youre not allowed to show your fucking ears thats so inappropriate and its makinng me horny its distracting me from my school work youre not following the dresscode wear your fucking ear bra yo ufucking
BTS Reaction to: their S/O not wearing a bra to sleep
Thank you to anon for the request!
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Jin would be such a gentleman about it when you got into bed with him after noticing you were bra-less. He would express that he wanted you to be comfortable and didn’t mind you sleeping without a bra on, besides it allowed him to be much closer to you. He’d also obviously be quite turned on by it, but probably wouldn’t say anything about it directly and just silently enjoy your chest pressed against his as he cuddled you closer to him while snaking his arms around your waist.
Yoongi would try to play things off cool as he usually does and pretend that he totally didn’t notice that you climbed into bed next to him without a bra on. He’d try to steal sly glances down at your chest when he thought you weren’t looking and would claim he didn’t know what you were talking about if you called him out on it. In reality, he’d probably be secretly turned on and would maybe even leave the room at one point if he couldn’t handle it while claiming that he had something “super important” to do.
Hoseok would definitely not be shy about pointing out the fact that you didn’t have a bra on and would express his love for it. He would probably be turned on but would only express it by cuddling you. You could expect him to immediately bound towards you to wrap his arms around you and pull you close to him so he could feel your warmth against him. He’d also definitely take advantage of you being bra-less by resting his head on your pillowy chest.
Namjoon would not be afraid to express his attraction towards you when he saw that you got into bed next to him without a bra on. You would literally have to pry him off as he would not let go of you, tightly wrapping his arms around your waist to keep your chest pressed against his. He’d also probably make so many attempts to slide his hands under your shirt to rest against your bare skin while suggestively looking you up and down.
Jimin would try to be discreet about how turned on he was by seeing you come into the bedroom without a bra on and would probably try to make secret glances. However, after a while, he wouldn’t be able to hide it very well and would just resort to slowly making moves to cuddle with you and get as close to you as possible. Jimin wouldn’t directly express how turned on he was, rather he would start out with soft neck kisses and then pulling you closer so he could rest his head on top of your chest.
Taehyung would be as touchy as anyone could be. You would have to be prepared for hands all over you when he saw you weren’t wearing a bra as you got into bed with him. He wouldn’t be able to help it honestly, he’d be so interested with the way your chest looked under your shirt when you were bra-less and his hands would just subconsciously reach for your boobs. You could also expect him trying to sneak his hands inside of your shirt and being all giggly when he felt your warm skin.
“Jagi, they just look so soft!”
This poor boy would have no idea what to do with himself when you came into the bedroom without a bra. Jungkook would be immediately turned on after seeing the way your pajama shirt outlined your chest and would get so flustered. If you tried to hug him, he’d probably back away slowly because he’d feel embarrassed, but he would also unintentionally stare at your chest with wide eyes and claim that he had no idea he was doing it when you called him out.
Hi, may a suggest a different outfit for this Literal 15 year old? (yes i know the colours r fucky)
Changes & Reasons: - I changed her strange jumpsuit into a opened-back sports bra and shorts. This allows for more skin to use her quirk, while still keeping it an age appropriate outfit. - I didn’t understand that point of her strange, bulky belts, so I turned it into a singular belt and two wrist bands. This helps maintain the the same style of outfit, while making it a reasonable design. - I changed her heels into boots. Any average 15 year old wouldn’t… Run around in high heels to kick ass? - I left her hair in a ponytail because having your hair tied back makes sense for when you’re fighting villains.
Overall, I wanted to give her a more reasonable/ethical outfit for being a hero and being out, fighting villains. I also wanted her outfit to make more sense for a literal 15 year old girl.
A/N: Alright, I’m terribly sorry to my dear Twister Anon who has waited so long for this! I’m so glad you requested this, because I had a lot of fun writing this particular smut of mine :3 I hope you’ll enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Lots of love to you, Twister Anon and all my PCY stans out there! x
Pairing(s): Chanyeol x Reader
Warnings: Vanilla sex
Requested: Yes, by my darling Twister Anon <3
Summary: A game of Twister with Chanyeol ends up being taken into the bedroom.
“God damn it, Chanyeol! It’s right foot on red, not blue”,
you burst out laughing, already twisted in an awkward position of your own. With
your left hand resting on the yellow circle and your right hand on purple, you’re
not exactly in a comfortable predicament.
To your left, Jongdae is twisted up in a human pretzel,
trying hard to keep himself from losing his balance as his giggles rumble
throughout his form. To your right, Chanyeol seems to be having a bit of a
struggle in keeping up with the instructions Junmyeon is diligently reading out
from his perch on the nearby barstool.
Harry fingering you and pressing you up against a wall. He tells you not to come but you can't hold it anymore so you come
Fuck. Am sitting with family and typing this. I hoped for a normal this night, but oh well.
It’s not like you haven’t taken his attitude all evening already. He was an ass all evening knowing he won the bet. He was rubbing it in your face, smirking all throughout while giving you the side looks, always staying in the line of your vision even when you shifted. It was getting to you. It was annoying.
“What’s my treat tonight?” He asked.
“A punch, if you don’t shut up!” you said, taking more than required pasta on your plate.
“But, I haven’t said anything as yet!” He laughed, taking some pasta from your plate.
“If you weren’t my best friend, I would’ve thrown you off the balcony,” You stared into his eyes, and he just smirked. He never won, and this time he did.
“Yeah sure, but you wouldn’t have kept the bet if I wasn’t your best friend so, umm treat. I want a batch of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies when we reach home,” He said, getting you a glass of wine.
“Home?” you frowned.
“I’m taking you home, baby,” He teased, and you let out a groan. It was going to be a long night. You followed him to the group he was talking to this evening.
So, Y/N still a virgin?” You coughed, trying to swallow the wine in your mouth. You almost forgot the existence of Kylie. This woman had been on your case since you could remember. You gave her a wide smile, squishing your eyes, trying to brush it off. People and their obsession with some strangers sex life! Harry noticed the entire exchange, not saying anything. “C’mon, you have at least got someone to go down on you!”
Why was she having this conversation with you? You gave her the fuck off look. Thankfully, others in the group had a better life. “Not even some finger action? You are way sadder than I thought.”
“Oh really, you think about me? I don’t think about you at all,” You said not waiting for her to respond something smarter as you walked off, gulping your entire wine. It wasn’t a big deal. It just never happened. You never have a boyfriend, and you’d prefer that the first someone who does touch you will be someone you at least love and not a stranger. Studies and work were one of the few reasons you were successful at 22. Getting a love life could wait, and Kylie was the only one who made you feel desperate.
“You cool?” Harry asked as you got yourself another glass. “Kylie’s a bitch.”
“No doubt there,” you said, taking a big gulp.
“Are you going with Jack on that dinner he asked?” He asked.
“No, I have a feeling he is racist.” you told him.
“No, how?” Harry rolled his eyes, “You always do this! Push prospects away!”
“Prospects?” You laughed, “He said, he found me exotic. And, have you noticed he cracks his neck a lot. Like a lot a lot, that’s not normal.”
“Oh yeah, that means he is a sex hound,” Harry said, now being sarcastic.
“You go out with him!” You pushed him, “I want someone normal. Which I feel will never happen cause no one finds me hot. Like look at this dress,” four glasses of wine weren’t leading to a good Y’N. “I have a low cut back and everything,” You said pushing your hair to the side. “And not one guy in here has even flirted with me.”
Harry gulped, “No like look at the number of single guys around! Not even one. I’m going to die a virgin and alone!” Harry knew it was his fault. People thought Y/N was with him. When asked he didn’t deny either, and he knew more people he than her so, no one wanted to cross him. He knew all that and said nothing.
“You’re hot,” he said, he had noticed your dress. Then tried thinking of everything else in the world so, he wouldn’t get hard. You were his best friend. He’d like to keep you.
“Right, how are you controlling yourself then?” You leaning against Harry sitting on the bar stool, almost on his lap wasn’t helping his case either. The world’s worry didn’t make him forget of your shoulder tattoo that he always found a little too sexy, and now, your thigh on his and his crotch so close to yours…he couldn’t help bringing his lips to yours.
You took it in, Harry was kissing you. You were kissing back as you felt his hand on your neck, moving to your cheek, to bring your closer. You opened your eyes to meet his as he stopped, your lips still close, “I don’t want pity,” you said, climbing off and getting off his lap. He didn’t stop you as you rushed to the bathroom and fixed yourself. “I will not think about this. I’m drunk. It was in the moment. Means nothing. You, you here!” Looking at yourself in the mirror, “Means nothing. Get yourself together!” And you did, all cool you walked out to Harry talking to Michael.
“Ready to go?” He asked, and you nodded. All cool that it made him frown.
“Y/N, I need you Friday for the shoot. No one captures it like you do, and I don’t want the second best!” Michael said hugging you. You agreed and followed Harry out to his car.
“Do you really want cookies?” You asked, in the car.
“I have no idea why this is up for discussion,” he said seriously and you laughed. “Give me some clothes,” you told him as you walked into his house and straight to the kitchen. The bastard had everything organised. He knew he was going to win.
You got to work, as saw Harry keep his shirt and pants on the counter and then walk away to change. Not bothering at all, you got your dress off in the kitchen and folded it. This dress didn’t allow a bra, so you were glad that your boobs were now free from the dress as you massaged ‘em a bit taking your time and not realising that Harry was just around the corner, choking on the water he had taken out from the fridge. You wore his big ass shirt, triple both your sizes. Thr pants were too loose and missing the rope, so they just fell down. Huffing you took em off and kept them outside on the sofa. “Go change and help me!” You said as you saw Harry still standing there with wide eyes. You always were comfy around him, so this wasn’t new.
“Eggs, break em!” You mumbled singing and making the dough. This was your speciality. You could do it drunk, sleepy, sloshed and they always came out perfect. Lost, you didn’t notice Harry come behind you until you felt his hands on your ass. When he didn’t remove em, and kneaded in, “What’re you doing?” It surprised you as you felt kisses on your shoulders, his body now stuck to you. It wasn’t just difficult for him, but you as well. You couldn’t ignore the need of throwing him on the bed and fucking him on the bed. But it just was never said or showed by either, so you thought there was nothing. “Harry…” you said again.
His hands stopped yours from letting the bowl go, and lock them fingers, as he attacked your neck from behind. You let out a moan, as his teeth bit in, and his hand held both of yours, the other going down your stomach, “Is this alright?” He whispered, in a voice you couldn’t recognise. You nodded, not being able to say anything as his hands went further down to your cotton panties. He always had long fingers you thought, as the temperature increased. This was new to you, and he knew it. He turned you around, and got to his knees, getting under the t-shirt, and kissing your stomach, as he went down below. You pulled your t-shirt off, not being able to hold it as you saw his eyes, looking so green with lust, as his tongue licked your navel, and travelled down.
Strong hold on your legs, your hands holding on to the counter and you speechless which was a thing he noticed and smirked on, as he took your panties off, “Nice pussy,” he murmurs,”Can you open up for me a little baby,” He said, as your legs softened and spread a little. “Okay?” He asked once again, and you couldn’t find any reason in your head to disagree. He nestled between your thighs, leaving sloppy kisses on ‘em, and you wondered how you could ever not do this before. His tongue travelled up, now right on your clit, his eyes not missing the reaction of your first time. He wanted it to be good, as he mixed his spit with your wetness, amazed at this state he got you in. The always in control Y/N was so soft right now, just for him.
Any other day, he wouldn’t have believed his luck, but today as he got lost and so involved with you, his mouth all over, and his body tied to your lower half, he was taking everything you offered. A minute later, when he heard you whimper, this feeling absolutely new to you and not a lot compared to your sessions with yourself, he picked you up and threw you over the shoulder. You yelped his name, as he took you to the couch and, immediately pulled your legs apart, to not let the moment get too far. “I like how your clit’s swollen,” he said sucking on it and taking it long and slow. Your knees trembled, and he brought his fingers in, pressing on it, and he went down to your holes. “Let’s try one,” He said, quite lost now in you, as he pushed a finger in, “You like that,” as your cries increased a bit, his fingers were way longer than yours. “Relax, relax,” he said, as you bucked your hips, the pleasure taking control now. He put two in and increased his pace, now faster as his fingers fucked you while keeping his tongue on your clit. No idea how he did it, but you were slowly losing it.
“I’m…Harry,” You whimpered, He climbed up and, attached his lips on your again, swallowing your moans, his fingers fucking you faster as you held his face. “Close, so close…”
“Hold it for me a bit, baby,” He asked. Lips travelling down to your neck and back up. His hand, kept your body in place as you trembled, while the other relentlessly didn’t stop from being inside you.
“Can’t, I can’t…” You said, as you felt your orgasm coming stronger than it had ever before and this was just by his fingers. He giggled, and went down again, as you looked at his sticky fingers which he just pulled out. He slowly put his fingers in his mouth, and you gulped sitting on your elbows. “Sorry…”
He didn’t respond, as his mouth went back to lick you clean, and you threw yourself back down. You pulled at his hair, to look at you, and he stopped and sat up. You did as well, and climbed in his lap, and tipped his head back and kissed him. His hands held you tight, as you tasted yourself on him. “I won’t be so easy on you next time,” He said, as you kissed down his neck.
“I can make up with cookies,” You whispered in his ear.
Not that good, but I’m still getting in my groove. Tell me what you think about and send me more if you have ideas!
Request: Could you make one with Yoongi being some sort of demon/vampire boss that every one is super scared of but then there is Y/N, Yoongi is in love with her and everyone is always super impressed how Yoongi always surrenders and softens when something is about her? He’s super protective and wants to please her in his own way, thank you for doing this i love you
Summary: Demons are merciless, demons are ruthless, demons can’t hold nothing dear to them. Yoongi is the leader, the king of the demon world. He is feared as he is respected, no one expected him to bring a human girl as his lover, you. You fell in love and now you are in the midst of adjusting to the demon world, its custums, and its dangers. But everything is worth it if is for him, the demon king that lives between shadows and that would turn hell apart to protect you.
Yoongi appeared in front of your eyes startling you, but instead of the relief you expected to feel with his return you felt the fear escalating, you stared horrified at him, his hair damp, all his clothes dirty, torn at some parts, and the blood, black and red blood stained his pale skin wherever your eyes landed.
With a gasp you jumped out the bed and rushed to where he was standing, and only then he acknowledged your presence, his eyes going all over you to prove you were ok, like it wasn’t him who had blood all over his body.
-Yoongi, what happened?- you asked staring at him from up close looking frantically for wounds -Are you hurt? are you ok? Yoongi-
You lifted your hand to touch his face but he slapped it away and his eyes before expressionless were now angry.
-Y/N, get away-
You frowned as you registered his words, confused, but your worry for him was bigger, the metallic scent of the blood was concentrated, he looked like a mess, he had been fighting or killing, most probably both.
-No- you said touching his face making him stiffen, there was a warning in his eyes, but you stood firm, you didn’t want to be scared of him, you weren’t. You slid his fringe away from his forehead to confirm the blood dripping from it wasn’t his. It wasn’t, your eyes went down to his neck and chest, you opened his shirt and noticed how the fabric was torn at some parts, his white skin was smeared with fresh thick blood in some parts, already dried in others.
He grabbed your hands and pushed them away trying to dodge you but you stepped on his way. -Y/N, stop-
-No- you repeated. -You come here so late, looking like this and you expect me to walk away?-
-Yes- he answered venomously through gritted teeth.
You glared back at him, but your heart still beat fast with the fear of him being hurt. -Are you ok? are you hurt?-
-It’s not mine- he cleared and you sighed in relief. -Don’t get close to me now- he started walking to the bathroom and you followed him getting inside with him.
-Why not? Yoongi talk to me please-
-Y/N, I’m fucking soaking in blood-
-I don’t care- you retorted even if you had to concentrate to not let the strong odor get you dizzy.
Yoongi sighed tiredly and you got closer to him again, he still wore his lightweight jacket that was sticking to the fabric of his shirt, you touched the flaps of it and then your hands went to down to hold his. He stood still and didn’t pull away his hands when you intertwined your fingers with his, neither when you stepped closer and skimmed his lips with yours in a subtle kiss. -Let me, please-
Yoongi lowered his head and you nodded, going to the tub to set it up.
While that was ready you came back to him, peeling the jacket from him, letting you see that under it he was unharmed. Yoongi just stood still, staring at your every move with attentive yet heavy eyes as your hands went around his body, carefully undressing him.
summary: calum wants dessert and the sweetest thing he had was you.
I M A G I N E
“And that’s how you prepare a good piece of toast with Vegemite,” Calum said proudly as he smears some Vegemite on the toast with a butter knife.
You were joined with Calum behind the counter as he was cooking meals. There was a camera set up a bit far from you two, recording an entire live stream. For some reason, Calum always wanted to have his own brief cooking show. You had no idea why, but the management thought it was a great idea for publicity reasons, too. So, here you were, watching your boyfriend prepare the most basic meals for hormonal fans all over the world.
“That’s all for today you guys!” Calum said, waving at the camera as he bit off a piece of his toast. “Catch us next time on Calum Cooks– whenever we decide to even do this again. Honestly tweet me and tell me if you guys like it and I’ll probably do it again. Love you guys!” Calum quickly rushed to the camera and turned it off, having the red light disappear.
“Welp, that’s a wrap then,” you said, clapping your hands together as you removed your clean apron. As you did, you watch Calum hold the camera while looking distantly at it. He seemed lost in thought, having concern strike you as you watched your boyfriend. “Is everything okay, baby?”
You watched closely as Calum’s plump lips quickly curve into a smirk. He turns the camera stand to the right, having the camera face the hallway. You mentally note down the fact that it is no longer facing you as Calum turns over at you and smiles.
“Just in case,” he mumbles before joining you behind the counter once more. He quickly grabs your waist and leans you against the counter to kiss you hungrily. You kissed him back after a moment of shock. Kissing him, you felt the crumbs of the toast against your lips. You even had the taste of Vegemite now in your mouth as Calum put his tongue in your mouth.
“Babe-!” You suddenly break away from his lips, having your hands pressed against his chest to push him away. The both of you were now breathing hard, as Calum refused to stop for air for a good 5 minutes. “Wh-what’s going on? Why’d you turn the camera?”
“I wanted to prepare one more meal, princess,” Calum whispered, looking into your eyes with his almond ones. They were now full of lust as they stared at your flushed face. “But this meal must be prepared and eaten privately.”
Calum held your waist with a stronger grip before quickly, but carefully, placing your back upon the granite counter. You tried sitting up slightly, but Calum quickly held you down softly at your shoulders.
“Babe?” You asked with wander, watching Calum walk over to the refrigerator and open it up slowly. Ignoring you completely, Calum was grabbing items from the cold storage with ease. You tried to see, but his large torso completely blocked your sight. He then closed the refrigerator before turning around and placing the items down next to you on the counter.
There was a bottle of whipped cream, a bottle of chocolate syrup, and a box of cherries.
“I just want dessert, baby,” Calum seductively whispered in your ear, having your body crawl with goosebumps. He went to the side of the counter where your head was resting. He reached over to the hem of your shirt and began to pull it towards him. You straighten your arms, allowing him to remove your shirt with ease. Being left with just your bra, you blush a bit and cover them as best you can with your hands.
“Baby, I’m head chef,” Calum said, giving your ear a little nibble before going to the other side of the counter. He itched his hands under your back and unclasped your bra. You allowed him to pull down the straps and then lift it from your body. “Whatever I say, goes.”
“But..” you trailed off, watching with wide eyes as Calum grabs the whipped creams and begins to shake it vigorously. You bite your bottom lip anxiously, watching him remove the cap with just his thumb. “Calum, what are you–”
With a swift motion, Calum begins to shoot the whipped scream on your right breast. You squealed from the coldness of the whipped cream as Calum sprayed it around your mound in a swirl. Your hands grasped the sides of the granite that wasn’t on the wooden pedestal it was mounted on. He then did the other breast, having your back arch from the coolness. Your felt your nipples get erect, perking up from the cold interaction.
“Mm, baby,” Calum moaned, putting the whipped cream down to pick up the chocolate syrup. “I love the sounds you make.”
“We put the world away…” you began to sing, having Calum smile before putting a bit of syrup in his mouth. He put it down gently before leaning above you and smashing his lips on his. He slid his tongue in your mouth, having the sweet chocolate dance in your mouth as you deepened the kiss. He then detached, looking at your chest as it heaved from shortage of breath.
“So perfect,” Calum murmured as he began to swirl the syrup around your whipped creamed breasts. He carelessly began to squeeze the syrup on your stomach, making a wavy pattern down to your lower abdomen. Placing the syrup down, he went for the box of cherries before realizing that you still had your shorts on. “Fucks sake.” Calum quickly went to your feet and reached to unbutton your shorts. You watch as he pulls them off with aggression, with your panties following them.
“Calum!” You moaned from his sudden strength, feeling your bare ass against the cold, granite counter. Calum smirked, going back to the box of cherries. He took out two and inspected them, ensuring they were perfect. He then placed them right in the middle of your swirls, feeling them sink down to hit your erect nipples.
“Time to eat,” Calum said hungrily. He places his forearms under you, having one under your back and the other under the backs of your knees. He picked you up with all his strength and guided you to the bedroom. Placing you on the bed, Calum began stripping in front of you.
You watched as he first removed his shirt. His toned torso was marvelous, having you drool a bit as your eyes wandered down his abs and ended at his defined V-line. He glanced at you, grinning a bit before his hands began unbuckling his belt. Pulling down his tight jeans, you watch as he revealed his hard member behind his Calvin Klein underwear.
“Not gonna take that off, love?” You asked, raising your eyebrow at him as he chuckled.
“Not yet, beautiful,” Calum assured as he got on the bed and was on all four above you. He dipped down and gave you a tender kiss on the lips. He left them quickly, feeling them sore a bit as he began to trail kisses down your neck. Your hands grabbed the bed sheets, carelessly removing some of it off the mattress. You felt Calum’s lips nibbling on your collarbone before his tongue began to trail down to your left breast.
“F-fuck, Calum…” you moaned, feeling his tongue begin to eat a bit of whipped cream from your breast. He rose a bit from it, biting his bottom lip before taking a huge lick of it. Goosebumps rose all over your body once more, giving you a wave of pleasure as Calum began to neatly clean your breast. He’d nibble at your mound, secluding your nipple that held the very cherry he was ever so tempted to eat.
“You’re so sweet, baby,” Calum mumbled, taking the cherry in his mouth. You watch as he held the cherry teasingly between his white pearls. He bites down on it, its juices dripped down his chin and onto your body. Spitting out the stem, he goes back down and begins to suck on your nipple. You moaned loudly, feeling as he cleaned the last bit of whipped cream from your pink bud. Pleasure jolted all over your body, feeling heat rise up in your flower.
“Please do the o-other one, Calum,” you pleaded, having Calum oblige happily before going to work on your other breast. Within minutes, both of your breasts were cleaned in sight but superbly sticky. You watch him eat the other cherry before he goes down and begins to lick off the trail of chocolate syrup he made. His tongue slide down your stomach, having you arch your back again as he stopped right before your flower.
“The sweetest part,” Calum commented, licking his lips before he went down on your flower. His tongue wandered inside, feeling his lips against your hot ones. He nibbled your clit a bit, softly rubbing it between his teeth before sucking on it.
“Calum!” You screamed, feeling yourself lose control as he blew inside you softly. He used his tongue again, attempting to reach your G spot as you writhed in pleasure. “Ah– f-fuck, C-Cal, I’m gonna–” you chocked on your spit, the pleasure becoming overwhelming as you quickly released into Calum’s mouth.
“Mm,” Calum hummed against your pussy, having you moan as he began to eat you out. Eating every last bit of your liquids, Calum chuckled and sat up. Offering you his hands, you grab them and sit up with him. He grabs your chin between his index finger and thumb before giving you a quick, tender kiss on your lips. “Let’s clean you up, princess.”
With that, Calum carries you off the bed and guides you into the master bathroom to finish off his meal.
A/N: GIF NOT MINE! HOPE YOU ALL LIKE IT! WARNING: SMUT! & LANGUAGE!
Request: Juice taking Readers virgintiy!
You woke up gasping for air feeling a strong arm wrap around your waist holding you securely to the person’s body “Babe, nightmare?” Juan said slowly sitting up next to you as you nodded, it was worst than a nightmare though, the dream left a pit in your stomach and a knot in your throat. “Do you want to talk about?” he asked rubbing your back softly as he laid your head on his shoulder as he kissed your forehead, but when you looked into those sleepy brown eyes you saw love but in your stomach you felt regret, the dream still lingering in your head. You snuggled towards Juan laying down next to him cooing him to fall back asleep, he had slowly began to fall back into unconsciousness and as you heard his snoring became steady you rolled on your back looking at the blank white ceiling trying to recover some parts of your dream but you only remembered one thing.
He was pulling him into her room, locked in a heated makeout session, hands roaming over each others body, moans floating in the eye, the club looking at him with proud eyes. But as you stood there watching them you couldn’t help but feel that this was a memory and not some random dream, that you’d seen this before, that you were truly experiencing everything happening around until Juice looked at you and said “Virgins just aren’t my thing babe.” he said shrugging dragging Cherry into his room leaving the door wide open so you could hear their actions, the bed squeaking, her moaning his name, him moaning her name, the grunts and screams as they both climaxed and just as you thought the dream was over, Juice stepped outside his room pants hanging low and in only his kutte he grinned at you “That could’ve been you babe, but you just didn’t make the cut huh?” he said walking past you shoving you in the process as he disappeared from your dream.
You hadn’t even realized you had fallen asleep until you woke up to an empty bed causing you to panic until you saw Juice step into your room with a towel wrapped around him “Hey baby, I didn’t want to wake you. How are you feeling?” he asked sitting on the bed next to laying his hand innocently on your thigh causing you to flinch at the touch which led him to smile softly mumbling an apology as he returned his hand back to his lap. “ Juan, I need you to be honest with me, have you fucked anyone since we’ve been dating?” you blurted out not letting your sentence process through your brain. Your question obviously affecting Juice enough for him to scoff and get dressed “No (Y/N) I haven’t slept with anyone since we started dating. Is that what you take me for? A cheater? Jesus Christ. I masterbate in the club house with you in my bed, the only pleasure I get is from my own hands yet you think I’m like everyone else huh? Cheating? Banging other chicks meanwhile my woman is home waiting for me? Wow (Y/N).” he said grabbing his kutte and slamming your bedroom door loudly along with your front door, you knew it was okay to burst out into tears when you heard the roar of his bike become completely silent.
REQUEST “Hey, so I was wondering if you could make a smut with Shawn, where the girl is not skinny. So, when you write about her or describe her; she is like big thighs, a little bit of a stomach, big butt and boobs. Like curvy ish. Thank you so much!”
When people ask where you and Shawn had met they always have
the same look on their face, mixed between shock and confusion. Which you were not completely comfortable
with. You were a plus size model and you
loved your job, Shawn had come for one of his friends as she was in the show
also. Already nervous, having someone
that you had admitted to having a crush on to live TV interviews did not
help. To your surprise when you finally
met Shawn in person all your nerves vanished and were replaced with instant infatuation. But, you always doubted yourself. Having seen Shawn’s ex’s and knowing they
look nothing like you at all made your hopes of ever having anything with Shawn
slowly belittle themselves, but to your shock you received a text from Shawn a
few days after the event and you have both been smitten ever since.
You always had the odd comment on your Instagram, which you
just ignored and with Shawn by your side telling you how perfect you were you
did not mind one bit. It was never
anyone that you knew that would give you and look a Shawn when you were
together, it was always irrelevant people which had to bring your mood
down. Just like today. You had just come back of an interview where
the interviewee was not the nicest you would have liked. He said things to you which you deemed
unprofessional and received a snarky comment back to him.
There was one statement that he had said to you which tipped
you off the edge and made you walk out of the interview all together. “You aren’t the type of girl wed see Shawn
picking”. What did he mean by
this?! The fact that you were labelled as
plus size, and loved the fact you were suddenly means that someone like Shawn should
not want to be with you? Was the fact you
loved myself that off putting to these people that they must make you feel bad
You have had comments before but this one just made you feel
like utter shit. You walked inside of
your flat and threw everything down on the side before going and grabbing a
large glass of wine. Shawn walked in,
already realising something was up with you as soon as you placed your glass
down. “Rough day?” Shawn sighed while coming to sit by you on
your breakfast table.
“You don’t even know the half of it” scoffing before downing
“Well tell me then” Shawn pushed while rubbing up and down
“I had an interview, with the most vindictive knob head I have
ever in counted. I can just hear his screeching
voice now. You aren’t the type of girl
Shawn normally goes for blah blah fucking blah” You tried imitating his voice
but instantly failed. Shawn’s face fell.
“I don’t understand why people are like this Y/N, why does it
matter? At the end of the day you are
perfect to me and I love you. So, what
if you aren’t some stick insect, there is just more of you for me to love. I would not have you any other way”
“But, why Shawn. You’d
suit someone who was all small and fucking tiny apparently” You scoffed at the
imagine of Shawn with anyone but you, but this image had passed your mind a few
“Y/N, come with me” Shawn said before holding your hand and
pulling you into the bedroom. He placed
you in front of the mirror so you could look at yourself. Your thighs filling your jeans and you looked
away at the sight. For the first time
since your early teenage years being disgusted at yourself. “Y/N, looked at yourself. For me.”
You took a deep breathe before looking up at yourself, once
again being greeted with your image.
Shawn’s hands made their way to the bottom of your shirt pulling it over
your head. His hands then glided against
your skin before making their way to your back and undid your bra. You allowed it to slowly glide down your
side, with a light thud as it landed on the floor. Shawn lifted your chin up so you could see
your naked top half.
“I love every part of you, and I am going to make you love every
part of you to from top to bottom. Firstly,
your breasts. They are the perfect size
just for my hands” He said while cupping your boobs and giving them a light
squeeze. “Your nipples are just perfect,
they allow me to get just the right reactions out of you” He then began to twist
them in his fingers earning a gasp from you.
“Your belly is perfect for me to hold when I am fucking you from behind”
these words being whispered seductively into your left ear. You watched his every move, growing aroused at
every word that left his perfect mouth.
“Your hips, man your hips are just so beautiful when you are
on top of me” a light squeeze was also placed on both of your hips. “Your stretch marks, these show you have
lived and I just loved tracing them when you are sleeping soundly next to
me. They show you are human.” Shawn made his way in front of you making
your heart rate increase. He quickly
discarded your trousers and pants before making his way behind you once
“What can I say about your bum, you just completely drive me
insane with your arse baby. Especially when
you wear tight dresses to events. Fuck, I
can hardly wait to get you home and do so many things to you. And your little pussy. Just perfect for my cock” Shawn bit the top
of your ear while he slid a finger inside of you for only a second before
removing it. Earning a disapproving look
from you. “And your thighs, they are absolutely
my favourite thing on your body. There
is no word in the English dictionary which can describe how perfect they
are. You see love” Shawn said while gliding
you to your shared bed. “I do not care
about what some inconsiderate asshole has said about our relationship. He does not know you, and he has not seen how
perfect you look naked. Waiting for me
to fuck you.” Shawn groaned in your ear
before pushing you lightly down on the bed.
Before you could say one-word Shawn’s lips were on
yours. His hands resting on your hips
and yours in his hair like always. His tongue
finally entered your mouth, you already giving in to him taking control. Weak from what had just happened. He made his way down your body. stopping at your nipples to give them a light
suck which made you grow even more wet.
He took off his cloths quickly, he then began to kiss around
your inner thighs. “So beautiful Y/N.” Shawn stated before latching his lips to your
already sensitive nub.
“Fuck Shawn” you cried out as your hands flung to his hair.
His tongue gliding over your clit before darting inside of
your vagina. He knew exactly where you
liked him most and he was using this for his advantage. Your high reaching you quickly as he entered
his fingers with his tongue. “Oh god
Shawn carry on please” His hands pushing down into your thighs. Just as you were about to be in ecstasy Shawn
stopped all together, pulling his fingers out of you and wiping his mouth.
“Wha… FUCK” You shouted out, before you could complain his
cock was inside of you replacing the job his fingers were doing. His thrusts were hard and quick, trying to
hit your g-spot every time. Which he succeeded.
“Y/N, you are so, so gorgeous. Make sure you believe that” Shawn slurred out
as he continued to pound into you. You brought
his head down to you quickly pecking him, not being able to say any words but
he knew you were thanking him.
You both continued to be in each other’s presents and
enjoying the feeling of him inside of you.
“I love you so much Shawn” you managed to quickly say as your orgasm
began to approach you, and with Shawn’s thrusts getting slower you knew he was
“I love you too baby girl” he smiled down at you as he continued
to thrust quickly. “So, fucking much” Your
eyes began to roll back as the burning in your stomach began once again, in
what seemed like seconds you and Shawn were laying on top of one another in
This is where you belonged, in Shawn’s arms. And if he wanted you there, you did not need
to listen to anyone else’s opinions on you.
Because, you were all Shawn could ever want.