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bts// rough sex

JIN

  seokjin was always more of the soft and gentle type when is came to sex. but when you got him mad- that whole persona changed. restraints, spanking and a lot of dirty talk. 

“you’ve been a bad girl y/n.” he would sneer at you from the botton of the bed where he stood shirtless, a belt in his hand. “and bad girls dont get to cum”

your naked form would be slightly out of breath and shaking from the almost orgasm jin had given you. just before you reached your climax, he pulled his long fingers, covered in your juices, from your soaked core.

now, as jin walked to the right side of the bed, the belt still in hand, your eyes twinkled in excitement and a smirk played along your lips. 

“turn around y/n, its time for your other part of your punsihment.” jin said and smacked the belt acros his palm. 

Originally posted by jhopefluxo

SUGA

  yoongi loves rough sex. you guys had only had somewhat gentle sex twice. the first time it was soft because it was  your first time together, and it had to be special. the second time was when you were feeling insecure about yourself and yoongi needed to show you just how beautiful you were. 

yoongi loves doggy style, its his favourite position because he loves your ass. he loves watching the way it jiggles when he pounds extra hard into you and the red marks from his hands practically glowing on your skin. 

what he loves most about rough sex are your moans. the way they go somewhat high pitched when he hits that extra sensitve spot in you. or the way you moan his name and your eyes roll to the back of your head when you finally cum. 

“thats it kitten, moan my name.” 

Originally posted by 2ndmochi

JHOPE

 sweat literally dripped off you both as hoseok pounded into you. the two of you watched the way his hard cock, that was covered in your juices and sallvia, slid so easily into your pussy through the reflection of the mirror. 

in the reflection of the mirror you locked eyes, lust and love were swarming your pupils. both of your hair looked crazy and your skin was almost as red as a tomato from the heat you were giving off. you would say that you yourself looked like an complete mess, but he, he still looked so  god damned perfect. 

his hands tighten on your waist to go even faster into you. both of your knees becoming a bit sore of the position you were in. 

“hm, you like this baby? you like watching sir beat your pussy?” he asked, his voice deep as he concentrated on  your face through the reflection. 

“yes sir, i love it.” you moaned out the answer, pushing your body to the same rythm as he was going, making the pleasure increase.

Originally posted by parkjewook

RM

  namjoon was basically the king at rough sex. he lived by rough sex- the way your breaths became uneven and mixed together, and the way you were so fucking submissive for him. 

the word daddy constantly rolled out of your little mouth as he worked his magic on you. a few times you almost said namjoon, but quickly caught yourself because you couldnt bare him to stop finger fucking you.

his fingers always reached the best parts in you.

there were finger prints on your neck from his choking you almost too hard, and your hair was  basically glued to your forehead from sweat.

namjoon looked down at your beautiful fucked out body that was sprawled across the messy bed and chuckled.

“tired already baby? daddy hasn’t even started yet.” 

Originally posted by wanna-be-korean-unicorn

JIMIN

  everytime you guys fucked, marks covered your entire body. some were from his mouth, some were from his hands, and some were from the restraints he used to tie you up. 

his hands would slid down the sides of your warm body as he bit harshly onto your neck, starting his usual teasing. when he would be content with the markings on your neck, he would move down to your breasts and begin nipping and sucking on your nipples.  

jimin would then slid his tongue down stomach and stop at your inner thighs, starting to suck and bite there before slapping them and your already soaked pussy.

when he goes on tour, he loves when you send him pictures of his markings, and gets disappointed when he sees that some are fading away a little too quickly. 

“dont worry princess, ill see you again soon and leave even worse marks on you.”

Originally posted by 9taefox

V

taehyung makes sure to pound into you hard. so hard that you’re practically begging him to stop- and he loves the sound of you begging. 

he makes you beg for his dick to be inside of you. he makes you beg for him to stop teasing you with the tip of his dick or the slight touch of his fingers. 

“come on babe, i know you want my cock to be deep inside of you, so let me here it.” 

everytime he pounds into you, your entire body moves forward from the impact. your moans letting him know how much youre  enjoying being fucked so rough.

taehyung knows that he fucked you rough enough when you can barely walk the next day. the way you stumble around the apartment in his oversized shirt and a playful glare on your face makes him want to fuck you even more.

Originally posted by jimin-bts-trashs

JUNGKOOK

when you and jungkook first met, both of you guys were virgins. so for the first few months your sex life was very vanilla. 

over time you guys became very comfortable with eachother and started trying new things in the bedroom. this consisted of dirty talk, blindfolds and even some choking. 

jungkook wasnt sure about choking at first but soon came to love the image of his hand wrapped around you throat. 

his hips relentessly pounding into you as his kept his head by your ear to whisper dirty things into your ear.

“do you like the way i fill you up y/n? tell me how much you love it.” he would ask and demand, your hand coming up to run your fingers through his dark brown knotted hair and tugging. 

“god y/n, your so good.” he would moan out as you climaxed together. 

Originally posted by roselstra

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  Mathew: Most men aren’t paid well in this industry, just how it goes. I’m the rare exception. Since I’m willing to work with men and women, it tends to give me more options. I also work…a lot.

  Araceli: Yeah, I’m finding out that demand is pretty high when it comes to…you know… I wonder if I can make a year doing this.

  Mathew: Oh, you’d be surprised at how far you can push your body when there are simoleons on the line. With you, there will be a lot of simoleons on the line.

  Araceli: Yeah. 

  Mathew: Or you will do this for maybe 2 or 3 years and quit. That happens a lot too, far too often, I don’t blame the girls though. 

  Araceli: Well, for now, I’m not thinking much past the next day. We’ll see where it goes. I don’t see the point in quitting, it’s out there, what difference is it if I do one video or twenty? People will still see me the same.

  Mathew: That’s true, very true. 

"hoe" tips #2 💋💕

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• steer clear of acetone-based nail polish! they will scrap your nails and leave them thinner. 👎 gel nail polish is safer and stays on for longer. 👏

• take your supplements if you seriously need them !!! invest in some biotins, omega 3 and omega 6 oils when they’re necessary to improve your health. if not, YOU ARE FINE. you’ll find what you need in your food👌 btw, if you’re black, we especially need vitamin d and sunlight! get that money and TREAT.YO.SELF.

• every once in a while, you get broke hoe problems and we can’t make sugar scrubs without the right ingredients. 😥 but, you got a few bananas left? got some cocoa butter and shea butter, some apricot kernel oil, a little brown sugar too?? MIX THAT SHIT TOGETHER AND PUT IT IN A BLENDER. when it’s completely smooth, pour into a mason jar and add in the brown sugar 👍👍👍 your legs will feel silky smooth and refreshed after the exfoliation, trust.

• drink. your. green. tea!!!! 🍵 i cannot stress this enough! it cleanses bad toxins out of your body, eliminates unneeded bacteria, promotes faster metabolism, and can also promote growth for hair. get at least 1 cup in when you have the time 💧

• change your scarves and pillowcases out if they are cotton. cotton makes the hair brittle and dry and recycles bacteria and dirt into the pores of your face. ❌ using soft fabric like silk and satin will be more gentle on your hair. also, wash your pillowcase every week! avoid all the bad stuff and wallow in the clear. 🌟🌟🌟

• get your protein treatments, ASAP. it cleanses your hair while deep conditioning it and clarifying it of product build-up and leaves your tresses soft and smooth. whip up an egg and 3 tbsps raw plain yogurt mix and massage it into your hair. wash out the egg with cold water after, if not , it will fry inside your hair under heat or with hot water! leave it in for 20 minutes under a heat source, rinse, and then continue on with your shampoo routine ✨✨👸💆

• (FOR NONBINARY PEOPLE, BIOLOGICAL WOMEN, PEOPLE WHO STICK TO THEIR ASSIGNED GENDER) not as busty in the bra size or big in the ass area?? don’t worry. v-necks, crop tees, high waisted shorts/jeans, halter tops, and leggings are great alternatives to emphasizing your body. do your squats!! do your leg exercises!! do your push-ups for those bigger boobs!! never stop pushing yourself to better your body 💪👊☝if you are biologically male, nonbinary, or stick to your assigned gender, maca root supplements help speed up metabolism and balances out the hormones, which would help it have a growth spurt, if wanted 💕

• ginger tea is great if you are hungover and it cures nausea 💝💞

• avoid. putting. coconut oil. in. your. vagina (if you have one) !!!! it is antibacterial and antifungal and does wonders for hair and nails, but steer clear of physically inserting it inside of you. it’s a recipe for a yeast infection, or better yet, if you do it before getting busy in the bedroom, unwanted pregnancy! because it EATS HOLES IN LATEX CONDOMS!!! 👎✊

• do your eyebrows/eyelashes a favor and put extra virgin olive oil and castor oil combined on them. rub it in gently and don’t regret one second!! do it daily for a couple weeks, and you WILL get thicker eyebrows/longer eyelashes. 💋👂

• looking for a makeup remover, but they just don’t work out? mix 2 tbsps alcohol-free rose witch hazel (diluted with water to numb its astringent effect *for sensitive skin ppl out there*) 2 tbsps jojoba oil, and of course, 2 tbsps filtered water. add them all together and pour it into a dispenser and shake it well before using. wipe it on your eyelids with unscented towelettes and walah!! 💁🙌

to get at stray makeup, dip a cotton q-tip into the mixture and be careful and gentle.


• you see this everywhere, but pee after sex!!! please!!!! avoid a uti and infection by doing so. even then, it won’t prevent you entirely from STDs. get tested, get your partner tested! 😘😉

• red raspberry leaf tea helps with heavy and irregular bleeding during your period (if you’re a biological female), and the fragrarine helps tone and tighten the pelvic muscles, which reduces cramps! 🍓🍓🍓🍓 drink it regularly before your period to see results! • black tea is a natural lip toner! spray onto your lips or rub it in and get them plump, soft, and refreshed! 🍷

• love yourself! 💞💕 pamper your needs and chill at an expensive spa, get a bullet journal, drink your water. drown yourself in well-deserved luxury! me-time is the best time. 😊

happy hoeing!

Bare // Jughead Jones Smut

Summary: Heading to Pops after the reoccurring verbal fight between your sibling and Dad, your boyfriend notices how tired you look. Admitting the fighting he takes you to his favourite place to wait for to calm down. Things get heated quick between Jughead and you.

Characters: Jughead x reader, Hermione Lodge, and Archie Andrews (mentioned)

Words: 1702

Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters. I also want to clarify, in the tv series Jughead is NOT asexual and this is based on the series not the comics.

Warnings: Fluff, mention of fighting, and smut

Author: Caitsy

Tagging: At the bottom

A/N Someone posted wanting Jughead smut because there isn’t. Under the forever tags I’m adding them to a Riverdale taglist. If you want off please let us know.

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Originally posted by fyeahriverdale

The night was cold, the type of cold that seeped through the thickest of jackets and clung for hours. The type that made you think that you would die from hypothermia at any point despite compelling evidence that it wasn’t possible. You were trying to get away from the fighting between your sibling and father.

Lately it seemed that the sounds in the house were the screaming match that went down every night when you tried to sleep. You would sneak out half an hour into the fight and you always walked yourself to Pop’s for a milkshake. It was getting around that your home life was terrible.

“I’ll have a strawberry milkshake this time.” You mumbled digging into your pocket for change.

“It’s on the house.” Mrs. Lodge smiled seeing the pain and fatigue clinging on your features.

Normally you would argue that but as of lately you didn’t have the energy to do anything so you nodded before sitting down in a booth. It was late so you were one of the very few people sitting in the diner. You barely noticed the person that sat down in the booth until they spoke.

“Y/N.”

You looked up to see your boyfriend looking at you concerned, taking in the inky colours underneath your eyes. It wasn’t hard to see that sleep had evaded you for the last little while. It was concerning for Jughead.

“Hey.” You smiled placing your hands back into your lap while Jughead ran his eyes across your features, “Something wrong Jug?”

“Why are you here so late?”

“Can’t sleep-“

“The truth.” Jughead firmly said.

“I haven’t been sleeping.” You admitted, “I can’t fall asleep in a house where screaming takes place every night. There’s no peace at all.”

Jughead’s heart broke when the tears gathered as your voice broke in synch with his heart. You were normally one of the strongest girls he had ever known. When you learnt about his home situation you had fought him to tell the Andrews, despite Fred being a main reason why Jughead didn’t have a home anymore.

“Oh.” Jughead breathed sliding into your side of the booth instead. He wrapped his long arms around your shaking frame, leaning his chin on the top of your head, “It’s okay.”

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled, “Why are you out so late Jug?”

“Couldn’t write in the house. I’m so used to writing with you by my side or in here. I have words racing in my head but I couldn’t write with Archie playing his songs. He’s an amazing singer but those songs aren’t putting me in the writing mood.”

You chuckled as Jughead pressed a kiss to the top of your head. You were still wired so Jughead gripped your hand and tugged you out of the diner. The milkshake forgotten and if Hermione Lodge was being truthful, she hadn’t started making it when Jughead showed up.


You knew that he could see that you wouldn’t be able to sleep for awhile so he did something he knew you would like. The Twilight Drive-In was still in the process of being demolished but the shack that Jughead had slept in still stood.

“Come on.”

“Aren’t we trespassing?” You mumbled walking in while Jughead made sure the coast was clear.

“Probably.” He shrugged, “I know you though.”

You chuckled as the two of you dropped to the bed in silence. Jughead was different when it was just the two of you and not around your peers. You each had an uncanny distaste for public displays of affection to the disappointment of Kevin.

“Do you remember when I invited you here for our first date?” Jughead asked putting his arm around your shoulders.

“Of course I do!” You laughed.

“Movies, and when the second movie started I couldn’t help myself from kissing you.” Jughead whispered leaning his forehead against yours. The atmosphere got charged when he pressed his lips against yours.

“I remember you pulled back and I crashed mine against yours.” You breathed.

“I don’t…” Jughead trailed off before, “Can you refresh my memory?”

Without another word you pushed your body onto his lap and pushed his hat off his head. Your lips moved against each other passionately as you gasped when Jug’s hand came to rest of your thigh.

Jughead pulled away to trail his lips down your neck to suck on your collarbone. You released a breathy moan as you clenched his hair in your hands, arching into his chest. You took pride in knowing you had turned him on.

“Y/N…” Jughead breathed as you rubbed yourself on his hard on. He moaned as his head rested on your chest before gripping your hips in a bruising hold.

He pressed his hands on your hips down as he slowly dragged you up and down his lap. You hissed when your clit dragged across the zipper of his black jeans. He let go to push his jacket and sweater off his arms before returning his hands back to your hips.

You grinded against him harder both of you hissing and panting as you leaned down. You ran your lips slowly up his jaw, teasingly leaving small bites. You bit him at the same time he groaned lowly.

“I also remember what happened a few dates after that” you said as a smirk crossed your face as you began to speed up.

“You talking about the one that Archie walked in on?” Jughead smirked dragging his hands up under your shirt and pulling it off and onto the floor within seconds.

“More like the one after that.” You breathed slowly dragging his shirt up his body, “The one where we-“

You gasped when you turned flipped onto your back with Jughead hovering above you with one hand trailing fire down your chest to the button of your jeans. He slowly kissed the underside of your jaw while his fingers carefully and awkwardly undid the button and pulled back to remove your jeans.

“I’ll never get out of this.” Jughead whispered, his eyes igniting the fire in you to higher temperatures.

“Jug…please.” You whispered pulled him back down onto your body. The start had been intense but it slowed down, possibly because of the awkwardness, to wear you caressed each others skin.

You made quick work of Jughead’s black jeans by shoving them off by your feet along with his boxers. You moaned taking in his size despite it not being the first time you had seen each other naked.

“You’re wearing too many clothes. I’d prefer the soft, supple skin.”

With shaking fingers Jughead couldn’t entirely release your bra clasps with fluid movements but that was okay. With an apology breathed into the crook of your neck you switched positions with Jughead, now you straddled his thighs as you swiftly removed your underwear. Jughead had taken the time to stroke himself.

You took your tall and lean boyfriend splayed out on the cot with his green eyes darkened with desire and his tongue running over his swollen lips. Your heated gaze raked over his form from his ruffled raven hair going everywhere both from his hat and your fingers.

You didn’t even notice that his free hand had moved to the apex of your thighs. It never failed to amaze you how his touch could make you nearly collapse. You felt more than saw him move to lean against the wall and drag you up. In unison Jughead and you hissed as you sank down on him.

Jughead had this thing where he wouldn’t let either of you move as he let the feeling overpower him. A beat later he had you bouncing using his power as you felt boneless before you met him thrust for thrust. Swivelling your hips as you sank down you had Jughead gasping.

“Oh god.” You breathed squeezing your eyes closed as Jughead’s thumb pressed into your clit, “Holy sh-“

“I’m c-lose.” Jughead exclaimed tugging you down with his other hand. You ground your hips gripping his hair tightly. With a harsh brush against your clit you fell into your climax

Jughead got off on the way you came. You’re skin would colour into the most beautiful pink he had ever seen. Your toes and fingers would curl together while your nose crinkled at the strongest crest. Your hair would be a halo around your head and his favourite part was when his name fell from your lips like a raindrop from a flower petal.

Breathing was difficult as you both came down from your highs shaking from the intense love-making. Jughead dragged you down to lay down but the chill in the room caused goosebumps to raise on your body.

“We should probably go home.” Jughead breathed, “Getting caught by the cops in here wouldn’t be fun.”

“Yeah.” You yawned, “Do you want to stay over at my place?”

“What about your-“

“You know my parents love you. They’re fine with you staying if the door isn’t closed all the way.” You whispered.

In a comfortable silence you dressed quickly, only this time Jughead’s sweater was wrapped around you. In typical fashion it was much too big on you but in your rush to get out of your house you had grabbed the thinnest sweater you had by accident. Jug’s hat was back on his head and his arm was around your shoulder.

Jughead had a lot of shades to himself where he was a novelist, student, best friend and boyfriend. He was sarcastic and intelligent with a certain way of words. He was cool and collected with a witty remark to anything but he was different behind closed doors. Sex with Jughead wasn’t the smooth sailing in tv shows and movies but instead it was true with awkwardness that dissipated when you got more and more well versed with each others bodies.

“I love you.” Jughead whispered into your hair when you were asleep in his arms in the safety of your room. He didn’t say it often but he showed it a lot. Jughead loved you even if he didn’t say the words and you returned the same feelings.

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bts scenario: they wake you up sexually

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jin: jin was always willing and ready to pleasure his s/o, and you just looked so beautiful in the low light from the sun. he leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on your lips, before moving across your face and down your neck. finding that one spot he knew made you squirm, he bit down and he could feel you shudder under his skin. as you came to you whispered, “jinnie,” to which he just laughed and continued his ministrations leaving hickies anywhere and everywhere. 

Originally posted by strawberrie-kookie

yoongi: yoongi could barely hold himself back from your soft skin peaking out from under the shirt you were wearing, his shirt that is. you softly moaned in your sleep as he readjusted your body. yoongi brought himself into a push up position over your body before softly grinding down. your body reacted with his immediately and your cheeks flushed as your eyes opened. “good morning princess,” he whispered into your ear before grinding harder onto you again.

Originally posted by remartins97

hoseok: you were flat on your stomach, your shirt had ridden up to expose your lower back. hobi took one look at you and he could already feel himself hardening. he sat up and placed his body on your upper thighs as he started to caress your body, slowly awakening you. upon waking up you could feel the hard on pressed against your backside. you pushed your hips backwards, making your butt grind against him, he moaned and you knew you were in for a pleasurable morning.

Originally posted by jjang-pandaa

namjoon: namjoon woke up with your soft body pressed against his in a spooning position. he could feel his morning wood as he moved slightly. before he could stop himself, he was slowly grinding against you while pulling you closer to his body by wrapping an arm around your chest. the feeling of his movements and the heavy breaths against your ear lulled you from sleep. “joonie?” you questioned before he moaned directly into your ear. luckily, he chose the right girlfriend, who was always up for sex, and you flipped over so you were straddling him within seconds.

Originally posted by https-km

jimin: jimin woke up with you on his chest, sleeping peacefully. he softly stroked your hair as he smiled down at you. from his movements, your body pressed closer to his unintentionally. the feeling of your soft body moving on top of his was too much and he quickly felt himself hardening. you continued to move your body against his and it soon became too much. jimin gently shook your arms as he whispered into your ear, “wake up babygirl, daddy’s gotta fuck you nice and slow.”

Originally posted by hunnysyub

taehyung: taehyung, always quite playful, woke up before you miraculously one day and decided it would be fun to play with you. he slowly pushed his hands under the front of your shirt until he reached your chest. he let his fingers slowly roll over the quickly hardening nipples before giving them a pinch. your body reacted immediately and you woke up with a gasp. “taehyung,” you groaned at the sudden feeling of pleasure. when he didn’t continue, you bucked up into his hands basically begging for more. “you get turned on fast, huh, kitten?” 

Originally posted by jimin-bts-trashs

jungkook: jungkook, the poor shy little bunny had woken up with morning wood and he had no idea what to do. he immediately looked over at you with flushed cheeks and took in your soft, warm body. a soft shiver ran down his spine as he watched your body softly rise and fall with soft breaths. he ran his hand over his hard on through his pants and immediately moaned. the need for release became to much and he pushed his hand under the band of his underwear and grabbed onto his cock. the sound of his moans quickly awoke you from sleep and you were quick to help him with his, problem.

Originally posted by dream-bts


givenchy & gold, part i (m.)

;pairing — jungkook/reader

;warnings — sex | implied exhibitionism | mild dom/sub tones | if u’ve got a praise kink then ur gonna love this | mentions of daddy kinks | instances of spanking 

;summary — you’re the supervisor of the clothing department with a lot of useless lingerie knowledge, jungkook is the jewelry department’s defiant hot boy who flirts in wristwatch brands. basically an upscale retail au, but with lots of implied under-the-counter sex. and when an opportunity presents itself to fuck each other in the boss’s office after hours, you’re both too hot for each other to say no.

;word count — 20k im so sorry

part i | part ii | drabbles

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Bruise [ V ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst [M]

Length: 9.4k

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Summary: He wasn’t yours, and you weren’t his, but that couldn’t stop your heart from believing otherwise.

Bruise Masterlist

Originally posted by chanssoo

Bathes were supposed to be relaxing, everyone always said that they would be soothing to your aching muscles and wash away your problems. The water was warm against your freezing skin, the bubbles up to your chin and jostling whenever you moved your legs. The air was faintly filled with the sounds of cars driving by on the streets down below, the tires splashing in the puddles of leftover rain. The room was dimly illuminated, your wet hand glistening on the edge of the tub when the candle on the sink flickered patches of light onto your arm, giving it life when it felt so dull. Everything smelled like oranges and vanilla, your skin, your hair, even the bubbles threatening to spill over the edge of the porcelain. It all seemed relaxing, in theory. It was supposed to feel nice and like a reward after a long day, but in reality it was making you want to rip your hair from your scalp.

Because in the silent solitude all you could think about was Chanyeol.

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deal | pt 2 (m)

Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby

summary: the years spent working hard had really paid off and was it so wrong to want to rub that in a few faces? The cliché mean girls that often teased you for not doing anything with your hair or clothing, wouldn’t it be great to show off someone like Jungkook? High school reunion au + ceo!jeon

word count: 6,848 

warning: pure filth you’re welcome

part one | part three


Jungkook is no longer tender, his lips ravish your body in such a way that it has you believing that the powerful kiss you had shared earlier that evening was nothing but a mere brush of flesh upon flesh.  Hands don’t hold you like priceless porcelain, instead it’s with a vice like grip that he clings to the skin of your hips almost as if he’d cease to exist if he let go.

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Beg For It

Originally posted by nodenyingheisgolden

This is multiple requests in one. This is… dirty, to say the least. Love you all very much. Enjoy. xx - L

Harry sees what can make you feel better- toys or him.

Warnings: SMUT

Word Count: 1,381

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For Worse

This was a Request for an Anon. They wanted a Story where Bruce Cheated and the Bat Boys react. If you have request go ahead and make one! Also Let me know if you want a part two. (UPDATE: Lots of people have asked for a Part 2 so i’ll start working on it soon ^_^)  part two: here


You weren’t much of a wine drinker, not much of a drinker period in all actuality. When you did drink you preferred the sweetness of a strawberry margarita that masked the taste of alcohol. However, right now, as the slightly bitter liquid pooled to the back of your throat, you couldn’t imagine a better tasting drink.

Sitting on the large black marble kitchen counter, you swung your legs with childlike glee as the world around you suddenly started to feel a little hazy. Patting at your cheek with a sweater covered hand to wipe away some tear stains you filled up your glass of Zinfandel with the other.

The bottle clinks hollowly against the counter just as Alfred rounds the corner into the kitchen. He looks at your form sitting on the counter with wide worried eyes but you can’t be bothered to give him more than a half hearted crooked smile as you knock back half of your glass.

“Are you alright ma’am?” He asks moving slowly toward you. He can clearly see the intoxicated state that you’re in and he doesn’t want to startle you.

“Peachy,” you say with an airy sigh.

“It doesn’t seem so,” he says picking up the large empty bottle of wine. “It’s not even past noon ma’am.”

“I don’t know if I care that much Alfred,” you say with a chuckle. “This is usually the only time I get to be alone.”

He looks at you worriedly, “Maybe right now you shouldn’t be alone.”

You look at him, nose scrunching up in anger and a frown pulling at your lips. “I think I should, you aren’t exactly innocent either, are you?”

Alfred doesn’t waver when meeting your gaze, save for a brief flash of guilt that runs through his eyes. “Why don’t I fix you some coffee and breakfast to help sober you up.”

“When were you going to tell me?”

“Toast is probably the best option.”

“Where you ever going to tell me?”

“I know you like eggs, so I’ll scramble some for you.”

“How many times did you watch him fuck her?” You say as you grab at his arm.

He stops his rambling at looks at you with a slight tear in his eye, “I’m sorry Mrs. Wayne.”

You look at the older man and see the pain in his eyes and think about the shame he must feel, he is the one who raised Bruce afterall.

“Were you sorry enough to ask him to stop?”

“He pushed me away.”

“Of course he did,” you say snidely letting go of the man and pushing yourself off of the counter. Your sock covered feet hit the floor with slight pat and you walk over to the sink to put your glass down. “When breakfast is done, I’ll be in the bedroom.”

“…Of course ma’am.”

***

Wallowing around in your bed and wiping away ever falling tears all day wasn’t something that you thought you’d be doing when you married Bruce Wayne. However, at the moment you couldn’t think of what else to do. You needed to get your emotions out and rest at the same time. Damian would be home from school soon and the rest of the boys would be home for dinner.

The familiar roar of an engine caught your attention and you felt your body tense. Anticipation and anxiety wracked your form as you waited for the familiar footsteps of your husband to enter the room.

What would you say to him? Could you even bring it up? What if what you saw only happened in a dream? He would never actually hurt you this way would he? He had promised to love and cherish only you after all. How could Batman of all people break his promise?

In your thoughts, you’d barely heard the door to your bedroom open. He doesn’t say anything when he walks through the door. You hear the rustle of clothing and assume that he is removing his suit jacket. You assumptions were proved correct when he comes to sit on the side of your shared bed and pulls the blanket from over your head. He reveales himself to be in his white shirt and black suit pants.

His blue eyes scan over your form worriedly as he rubs a large thumb on your forehead. You have to bite your tongue to prevent sharp words from spewing out of you and rejecting his sweetness.

“Are you still not feeling well?” He asked voice soft and warm.

You shake your head.

He sighs with a sad smile and runs the pad of his thumb over you cheekbone, “I’ll have Alfred make you some soup.”

You don’t respond and stare at him relatively blankly and while this bothers him he shrugs it off to whatever sickness it was that was bothering you.

He stands from the bed and moves over to the closet to change into something more comfortable. You take the opportunity to sit up and push your body up against the headboard and you watch him. As he pulls the shirt off his body you can see every scar and bruise that he’d accrued recently, even the ones on his neck that hadn’t placed there forcefully.

When he slips the grey sweatshirt on over his head your trace is broken.

“Can I say something?”

He jumps slightly at the sound of your voice and turns to look at you with curious blue orbs.

“I always thought it would be Talia y’know? Especially on account of how Damian got here, but I thought it would be her.”

“What?” He asks with furrowed dark eyebrows.

“I always thought that the thing with Selina was harmless flirting, even if she did kiss you once or twice, I never really got mad.” You can feel your throat slick and tighten with nerves but your belly is full of rage.

You can see it on his face when it registers what you were talking about and the blanching of his face causes you to get angrier for some reason. You stand up quickly from your position on the bed and instinctively he holds a hand out in attempt to calm you.

“Why would you do that to me? What have I not given you that you couldn’t think ‘I shouldn’t do this, I have a wife waiting at home’?”

“We were caught up in the moment, it wasn’t supposed to happen.” He tries to explain.

“Multiple times, you fucked her multiple times! On different days, on different weeks!”

He looks at you pathetically and you suddenly find that your positions have been reversed and he is the one sitting on the bed while you are the one standing.

“You know I thought this would happen when we were dating, and I told myself that it would be much better if it happened then because I could just leave. But now I can’t, I’m stuck here with you, in this giant stupid house.” You can feel your tears start to well up again but you quickly wipe at your eyes in an attempt to wipe them away. “Were you going to stop sleeping with her? Or were you just waiting to get caught?”

He doesn’t respond and he hangs his head down in shame.

“Look at me!,” you snap agitated and causing him to meet your gaze. “You were bold enough to go and do it no you have to take the consequences the same way you did them.”

“I wasn’t going to stop,” he said truthfully. You feel your jaw twitch at the honesty and the frown that’s pulling at your lips is almost painful. “Selina has always been important to me I suppose, and it felt natural.”

It was almost as if you could hear your heart breaking and you couldn’t stop the sob that ran its way through your throat. You slapped a hand over your mouth in shame and turned away from him as the tears freely flowed down your face. Almost instinctively at your crying from, Bruce was at your side with a large hand on your back trying to comfort you.

“Don’t. Touch. Me!” You snap slapping his hands away. “Why did you marry me? If you felt that way you should have been with her!”

“I love you,” he says desperately.

“No you don’t,” you say pushing him away from you. “If you did you wouldn’t have done this.”

“Thats-” he starts but he stops himself.

“Were you going to say ‘That’s not true’?” You ask incredulously with wide eyes. “So you were planning on cheating on me anyway.”

“No,” he shakes his head.

“God, I’ve wasted all of this time on you,” you say moving around him looking for a pair of shoes to slip on and your keys. “All of the things that I could have done, places I could  have gone, and people who would have loved me, I gave it up for you. I put my career on hold so I could help you. So that Wayne Enterprises would have someone there while you rested. So that our son could have something other than mask to raise him. But you couldn’t do one thing for me? You couldn’t say no one time for me?”

He doesn’t respond, he knows he shouldn’t respond, nothing he can say will make this situation better.

Once you’ve collected your shoes, bag, and care keys, you let out a sigh,”I had really hoped that once you came home that there would be some way that you could deny this and I would have believed you. That I’d been slipped some sort of drug and had been hallucinating the things that I saw, but I was too hopeful.” You wipe at your eyes. “The worse part about it is that you’ve trapped me, Bruce. What can I do? My life has become our kids, your company, and your mission. That has been my job since we’ve gotten married. I lived for us Bruce, why couldn’t you?”

“I didn’t mean to- I didn’t mean for this to happen,” he pleads. “She was just-”

This isn’t about her, Bruce.” You shake your head and make your way to the bedroom door. “I’m going to stay at the penthouse. Don’t come by. Tell Damian that I’ll come get him for lunch on Saturday like I always do.”

“Are you coming back?”

You look at his sad blue orbs and shake your head, “I don’t know.”

***

Damian was the first to arrive home. Bruce watched from the bedroom window as he and Alfred made their way into the house. What was he supposed to tell him? Not just Damian, but everyone. That he’d driven their mother away and he didn’t know when she’d be back? That he’d ruined their family? No, never that. How could he break his children even more than they already had been.

With a frown, Bruce locked the door to the bedroom and sat in silence and darkness. If he’d gone to the cave he would have opened himself up to questions. In here, for the moment, he was safe. No one would bother him here.

***

“Hey Alfred, where is mom?” Dick asked, taking a drink of his water.

“Yes, I would like to know as well, Pennyworth. It’s not often that you come and pick me up from school,” Damian started pushing around some of his food with his fork.

“Mom didn’t get you from school?” Tim questioned with a furrowed brow. “That’s her thing though.”

“Hence the question,” Damian replied with smirk causing Tim to roll his eyes.

“Maybe she got tired of you being a smartass and didn’t feel like being bothered,” Jason adds in with a raised eyebrow and a smirk of his own as he rocks back on the legs of his chair.

“Unlikely, considering I’m her favorite,” the youngest said crossing his arms over his chest. “Besides, I haven’t seen her at all, not since this morning.”

“What?” The three older boys questioned alarmed.

“Alfred?” Dick questions again to the older man who hasn’t raised his head from his plate since the questioning started. “Where is mom?”

“I’m afraid, Master Grayson, that it would be best if you went to ask Master Wayne,” the butler deflects.

“Has something happened to, mom?” Tim asks seriously.

“I cannot answer that,” Alfred replies again.

In frustration Jason pushes away from the dining room table to make his way up to the master bedroom, the other boys following quickly behind him.

It only takes a minute for Jason to stomp his way to the bedroom and even less for him to begin banging on the door.

“Open the door up, old man” He starts impatiently. “We just want to know where mom is.”

There is a pause as the boys listen for movement, and when there isn’t any Jason pounds on the door again, “I’ll break the door open!”

“Jason!” Dick scolds. “Mom will be mad if you break her door.”

“Well how else am I supposed to get him to open it?”

“We could use our brains?” Tim suggests.

“No need,” Damian says pulling out his blade and shoving it in the jam of the door. He uses his weight as pressure and pops open the door.

“That still counts as messing up the door,” Dick says pointing at the ruined lock.

“It’s still intact isn’t it?”

“Whatever.”

Tim pushes open the door giving way to the light from the hallway to flood into the dark room. Tim quickly finds the light switch and the room lights up.

“Father?” Damian questions when the lights flicker on and he sees the man sitting on the edge of his bed with his head in hands.

The man doesn’t respond to his name being called and this sends the boys into a slight panic. Dick quickly walks over and places a large hand on Bruce’s shoulder and tries to shake him out of his trance.

The man looks at the boys and sadness flashes in his eyes as he realizes he has to explain how he’s taken their mother from them.

“Where is mom?” Tim asks.

Damian watches from a distance and takes in the state of the room. On the occasions that he’d have nightmares, he usually finds himself in his parents bed snuggled against his mother in the expansive bed as she protected him from the dreams. He probably knew better than anyone what their bedroom was supposed to look like.He noted that the dresser was suspiciously bare of his mother’s jewelry boxes and perfume bottles.  He casts a quick glance at Jason who seems to realize that something is off about the room.

Damian walks around the bed to his mother’s closet and opens it only find it empty. Jason stands behind his youngest brother staring at the empty room perplexed.

“This is her’s,” Damian mutters, “Where is her stuff?”

When it clicks for Jason he’s consumed with rage and he’s stomping over to Bruce again and pushing his startled brothers away. His large hand is around Bruce’s collar in an instant and he’s pulling the man up.

“What did you do? Why did she leave?” Jason questions acidly, his own blue eyes clashing violently with Bruce’s.

“Leave?” Dick questions. “How do you know she left?”

“Majority of Ummi’s things are gone. Like they were packed up.”

“She left us?” Tim questions swallowing thickly.

“I’m pretty sure she left him!” Jason hisses shaking the man who is still staring blankly at him. “What did you do?”

“What could you have done to make her leave like this?” Tim asks.

Dick examines his adoptive father keenly as he runs the scenarios through his mind. His mother adored Bruce, so why would she just leave?

Seemingly having enough of being pushed around Bruce quickly wraps his hand around Jason’s wrists and squeezed before ripping the hand off of his collar. The stretched fabric falls limply around his neck as he looks at the four of his sons angrily.

“You all need to leave,” He says sternly. “Your mother is safe.”

Dick’s gaze falls onto where the collar hangs limply at Bruce’s neck and he spots a purple bruise on his neck that causes a thought to run through his mind and it makes his hair stand on end.

“You wouldn’t,” Dick says with a shake of his head and a disbelieving smile. “You couldn’t, not to Mom, right?”

“What are talking about, Grayson?” Damian asks looking in between the two men.

Bruce meets Dick’s gaze and the younger man feels himself getting hot with anger the longer he holds his gaze.

Tim examines his father and finds the same bruise on Bruce’s neck and he puts it together. Instead of letting his anger consume him he glances back at his younger brother and grabs his arm.

“Let go of me, Drake,” Damian struggles as Tim pulls him along.

“Alfred knows where she went doesn’t he?” Tim asks glancing at the guilty man. A quick nod is all he needs as he proceeds down stairs with the young boy.

“Who was it with? Viki? Talia? Who?” Dick questions angrily.

Jason snorts in anger as he realizes what his brother is implying.

“Selina,” Bruce responds after a long pause.

Dick shakes his head in anger, “I knew you could be an asshole but not like this.”

Dick locks eyes with his brother, “We should find out where mom is and go see her in the morning. I’m sure she wants to be alone now.”

Jason nods and watches as his Dick leaves the room. He stares down the older man for a second before stomping out.

***

It seemed like it was always raining in Gotham, despite whatever the season was. At the moment that suited you just fine. The wide open space of the penthouse was smaller than what you were used to but still felt empty. You were happy that Bruce hadn’t tried to come and see you, you don’t think you could have been as civil as you were if he had come to see you.

So when there was a knock on the door, you felt dread fill your stomach. You quickly padded over to the door and looked out of the peephole and saw the distorted visage of four familiar figures.

“Boys!” You say with wide eyes as you swing open the door.

“Ummi!” The youngest voice calls out as he leaps at you burying his face in your stomach as his small but strong arms wrap themselves around your waist.

“Damian,” you say with a smile, running a comforting hand along his back.

“We were worried,” Dick says with a smile and a shrug as he pulls a bouquet of flowers from behind his back.

“You’re all so sweet,” you say with a smile moving to the side and letting the boys into the home.

“We didn’t want you to be alone,” Tim says, “We also wanted to make sure your weren’t in danger.”

“Oh,” you say sadly and closed the door behind them. Damian let’s go your waist and instead opts to hold your hand. “I shouldn’t have left in such a hurry, I know it can be unsafe.”

“We understand, mom” Jason says with a smile. You meet his normally stern eyes and you feel your tear ducts well up. “Hey, don’t cry! I brought food.”

We, brought food,” Dick pops in as Jason shows you a bag in is hand. “Tim set the table.”

Damian brings you over to sit you at the dining room table as Tim makes a place for the each of you.

Jason and Dick bring the food out and then sit down to join you.

“We’re sorry about Bruce,” Dick starts looking at you with a sad smile. “But we understand and we’ll be here for you.”

The boys nod their heads in agreement.

You smile at your boys, feeling slightly better than you had been in hours, “Thank you.”

Marks--Billy Hargrove

Written by @rune-of-a-writer

Request: Honestly god bless you for writing for billy… it’s so hard to find stuff for him. would you be interested in writing a billy piece where he and the reader are sort of fwb and both assured the other that feelings wouldn’t develop but the reader catches feelings hard… ending can be angsty (billy doesn’t feel that way about reader/just wants sex) or fluffy (mutual admission of love lolol) I’ll let you decide THANK YOU you’re amazing ❤️❤️

Warnings: Smut, cursing

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x female!reader

Summary: You and Billy both promised each other that during your arrangement you wouldn’t grow feelings for one another. But now that you’ve broken your side of that deal, it’s getting harder by the day.

Word Count: 3,190

Listen To: Meet Me in the Hallway by Harry Styles

You had given Billy a call after waving goodbye to your parents. They were leaving for the weekend to head down to the casino for their anniversary. The second their car pulled out of the driveway you were dialing his number and telling him to come over. It was late, almost 7 o’clock— part of you wished he’d stay the night, but you knew he wouldn’t.

After calling him you rushed to the bathroom to get ready. It’d take him ten minutes to get to your house which was enough time for you. You brushed your teeth and put fresh lipstick on, fixing your pajama shorts and tank top. Once you had finished getting ready, you sat yourself down on the couch and waited for Billy to show up. You didn’t have to wait long because almost two minutes later your doorbell was ringing. Biting your lip to withhold your smirk, you got up and answered the door.

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Fuck you Holland

Series: Tom Holland Imagines

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Request by: @iamaquackson  Summarized:Tom and the Reader get into a fight and then… HOT MAKEUP SEX.

Warnings: SMUTTTT, Swearing cause it’s the best and Tom does IRL :,) DID I MENTION SMUT? SO IF YOU’RE BOTHERED PLS DON’T BOTHER READING.

Word Count: HELLA LONG 2,500 + Felt in a descriptive mood in the beginning x)

A/N: I reached 1.7k today OMG THANKS FAM FOR ALL THE LOVE & SUPPORT


[Reader’s POV]


   Tonight you were going out to a club with Tom and Harrison. You couldn’t wait for a drink, it’d been a long day and you needed it. Tom had an interview and wanted to go out to drink. Harrison was with him today and it was always fun with the both of them.


   You were currently getting ready for tonight looking through your closet. Sliding the hangers to the side as you looked at some of Tom’s favorite things he liked you to wear. You were getting laid tonight after not seeing him for two weeks. It was going to happen, you needed it.

     The dress you picked was a black short dress that fit you perfectly. You called it the holy grail dress cause Tom’s hands are all over you whenever you wear it. Slipping it on you look at yourself in the mirror.  Turning around to see it hugging your ass , a grin on your face at the sight. Reaching for your heels you set them on the floor.  Bending over you pick up the heel that tipped over.


“Fucking hell, you’re wearing the dress” Tom’s voice comes from behind you making you look. His gaze is glued to your barely covered ass.


“Yeah I am, now lets go and have fun” you smile slipping on your heels and walking out of the closet. Tom quickly following behind you smacking your ass hard. A yelp leaves your lips as you see your boyfriend run towards the front door.


“Bitch!” you shout at him rubbing the stinging feeling away.


“Jerk!” He sticks his tongue out at you before opening the door.


-


    The music vibrated to your bones as you danced along to the music. Your feet were aching but you were not taking these expensive heels off. A smile on your face as you danced with Tom. His hands slid down your body from starting at your breasts down to your hips. You could feel how hard he was as you were grinding against him.


    Your back was against firm chest as your hips swayed to the beat. Harrison was in the corner making out with some random red haired girl. A few people recognized Tom but haven’t bothered him. Women stared at him like he was a piece of meat. Turning around in his arms you pull his shirt. Crashing your lips against his in a needy kiss. His hand caresses your face as his other grips your ass tightly.


    A small moan leaves your lips as he lifts your leg to wrap around his waist. You could feel your heartbeat pounding in your chest. Tom bites your lower lip tugging it a bit. Tangling your fingers in his curls pulling them a bit. Tom lets your leg go once Harrison walks over with the red haired girl. 


    You were left panting in Tom’s arms as him and Harrison yelled at each other to hear each other. Giving up of trying to hear each other the four of you walk back over to the seating area. The red haired girl holding onto Harrison, her eyes practically eye fucking him. Your lips were red and tingly from the intense makeout session with Tom.


“Mate, we’re going to head out.. see you for our workout sesh tomorrow” Harrison hugs Tom before walking away with the girl.


“I n-need a drink, I’ll be back baby” you kiss Tom on lips before walking away from him. You head over to the bar pushing through the crowd of people. Making your way to the bar you grab a bartenders attention. Holding onto the bar for support due to your feet aching. 


“What can I get you,it’s on the house” He grins looking down at you, jesus he’s tall. He sends you a wink leaning against the bar counter. Smiling up at him you ask him for two shots of tequila and a Corona. 


    Pouring the shots for you he sets them down. You take them quickly biting into the lime that was placed beside the glasses on a small dish.  He hands you the beer that you gladly take. Taking a couple of sips sighing from the feeling of the alcohol buzzing through your system.


    Holding the beer as you make your way back to see something that makes your blood boil. Another woman was with Tom, her hands all over him. His eyes widen when he sees your figure behind her. Before he can even say anything you yank her hair pulling her backwards. 


    Pulling down so she falls on her ass, her stiletto breaking from the fall. Her face holds fear as she tries to get up. You place your heel on her chest making her stop moving. The look in her eyes held fear , people around you started to form.


“I don’t know who the fuck you are but if I ever see you around Tom again I won’t stop from breaking a bottle on your whore head” your tone full of venom as you pour your beer down on her face. She struggles but your heel digs into her chest making her cry in pain. Her coughing as she choked on the alcohol filled the air.


“Babe, stop people are recording” Tom pulls your arm pulling you off the woman. Turning around you get out of his grasp throwing your empty beer bottle on the ground. The glass shattering flying in different directions.


“I’m leaving Tom” your eyes filling with tears as you shove people out of the way. Your legs shakily walking as fast as they could towards the entrance. Tom calling after you making you grit your teeth. 


     Walking out into the chilly night air made your buzz end immediately. The wind blows your hair behind your hair behind your shoulders. You knew where Tom lived and would walk until you could get an uber or something. The sound of your heels clicking filled the London air. A shiver running down your spine as another gush of wind blew by. 


    A car was slowly driving next to you as you walked. Looking over to see Tom’s Audi slowly driving next to you. The window rolling down to show Tom looking at you. Cars were lining up behind him but you didn’t care.


“Darling,get in the car please!”Tom begs as you keep walking down the sidewalk. You couldn’t even stand to look at his face right now.


    The car stops and Tom gets out causing cars to honk. He walks over to you lifting you over his shoulder effortlessly. Damn his strength. Your legs thrashing as he carried you to the Audi. 

    Opening the car door he tosses me into the back seat .Locking the door till he gets to his side of the car. Unlocking it he gets in keeping it locked making you pout in the back seat. The whole car ride home was dead silent.


-


“She was all over you Tom” you rip your hand out of his. If you could see a color it would be red. He knew how you felt when you went out together. She was practically grinding on him.


“Wait, are you going to blame me? You’re not as innocent as you think darling” Tom seethes walking into right after you. Snapping your head in his direction so fast your hair flipped over your shoulder. Your eyes narrowing into slits over at your boyfriend.


“Fucking excuse me? ” You snap walking up to him poking his toned chest with your maroon acrylic nail. Is he trying to seriously turn this on you?


“You were practically flirting with the bartender for drinks, don’t think I didn’t see..” Tom’s posture changing into a tense stance. His face held anger just like yours.You didn’t even flirt with the bartender? What the fuck.


“Fuck you Holland” you slap him across the face leaving a handprint on his cheek. The slap hurting your hand cause part of your palm hit his jawline. Adrenaline pumping through your veins watching as Tom’s chest rose up and down quicker.


“Fuck you” he grits out through his teeth. Your hand was trembling as you reached for the ring on your left hand. Taking it off you throw it at his chest making it ricochet off somewhere else.


“Take your ring Tom, I knew you weren’t ready to commit” tears were falling down your cheeks as you head towards the bedroom. Anxiety was flowing through you as you headed towards the closet. Kicking off the heels Tom got you and reaching for your suitcase.


“Angel, please it wasn’t what you thought, I swear I didn’t even have my hands on her… She was so damn perss-”


“We’re fucking engaged Tom and you even let her get near you like that?” you laugh grabbing clothes and throwing them in the suitcase. Fear was sketched over his features as he watched you pack. You two have never gotten into a heated argument like this, let alone pack a bag.


“Angel,listen to me dammit!” Tom grips your body pulling it to his. Feeling his hands cup your cheeks making you look at him. Your eyes lowering to his lips as he talked but you tuned him out. Gripping his head pulling his face to yours pressing your lips against his. 


    Your mouths move in a perfect sync as he pushes your body against the wall. A gasp leaves your lips when your back hits the wall. Tom takes the advantage of sliding his tongue into your mouth. His hand lifting your leg around his waist. 


“T-Tom” you moan out as his lips move to your neck. The feeling of him sucking the skin made your knees weak and you dripping wet. That is your weak spot and he knows it.


    His hands reach behind you unzipping the dress letting it fall down to the floor. Your body naturally chilled when the air touches your skin. His body heat instantly warming your skin up. His lips leave a trail down your body leaving you a breathless mess. 


    Watching as he slid your thong down your thighs . Stepping out of them he throws them to the side. Lifting your leg above his shoulder you place your hands on the wall for some kind of support. Lord knows you’re going to need it.


“God, you’re so fucking beautiful..” His voice low with arousal as he kisses the inside of your thigh. Feeling his lips moving slowly towards where you wanted him the most. He bites the inside of your thigh making your head tilt back.


“I-I’m still mad at y-” your sentence being cut off by his tongue licking up your slit swirling around your clit. A moan fills the air as you grip onto his curls. Looking down he sends a wink up at you making your legs wobble. His fingers sliding into your dripping pussy as he slowly pumps them in and out of you.


“Still mad at me Angel?” he asks giving your clit a kiss,still pumping his fingers in and out of you picking up a faster pace. The eye contact between the two of you made your breath hitch in your throat. Your hips were moving involuntarily needing more than just his fingers.


“F-Fuck Tom I-I” you couldn’t even form a sentence. Gripping his curls as pleasure builds up inside of you. Your stomach tightens as you feel the urge to cum.


   His fingers withdrawing from inside you making a whimper escape your lips. Tom lifts you up carrying you to the bed. Laying you down on the soft black comforter. He strips himself of his shirt unbuttoning it slowly. Sliding his shirt off letting it fall to the floor behind him. Your eyes watching his muscles move as he undressed himself.


He is a work of art.


   Tom gets on the bed positioning himself in between your legs. He groans as he slides the tip of his cock up and down your slit. Your breathing was shaky from the endorphins running through your body. He places his his forearm next to your head as he slides into you. A moan escapes Tom as he fills you up completely. 


“P-Please” you mumble against his neck.


   Veins prominent as he clenched his jaw tight,thrust going in and out of you quickly.His free hand grasped your hip tight, nails digging into your skin. Wrapping your legs around his waist pulling him closer. Moans were falling from your lips as he pounded into you.


   Gripping onto his back scratching your nails down his back. Tom hisses from you scratching his back, thrusts becoming deeper as he angled your hips up. Moans filled the air as he pounded into you, pleasure pulsing in your veins. Tom’s lips crash down on yours in a passionate kiss. His thrusts slowing down but hitting you deep still. 


   Running your fingers through his soft curls as the two of you kissed. A moan escaping you causes you to break the kiss. Your head turning to the side as his thumb rubs circles on your clit. Hot wet kisses were placed on your neck leaving you a panting mess. This man would be the death of you, how could you stay mad at him through all of this?


“You know you’re my girl right?” Tom breathes against your neck, his breath making your sore neck twinge. His hands grab yours entwining them place them beside your head. Tilting your hips up he goes deep hitting your g-spot repeatedly.


“Y-yes Tom, I’m yours” you moan out squeezing his hands as the pleasure built up inside you. Your legs were shaking from how close you were.


“Fuckin’ hell” Tom moans into your neck his thrusting getting faster. You could tell he was getting close because he was getting more and more vocal. The headboard banging against the wall the faster he went.


“I’m gonna cum” you whimpered as Tom rested his forehead against yours.Reaching down he starts rubbing your clit in quick circles.


    Taking your free hand to place it on the side of his cheek. Guilt sinking your chest for slapping him earlier. Your thoughts being interrupted as your orgasm sends a wave of pleasure over you. Tom slows his thrusts as he releases letting out a low moan. You laid there panting as Tom rolls off of you. 


    Sitting up then falling back down on the bed due to fatigue hitting you like a bag of bricks. Tom gives you a quick kiss before getting off the bed. Your eyes staring at his ass cause it’s perfection. He grabs a pair of sweatpants from the floor slipping them on. 


    Tom tosses you his button up which you put on. Getting off the bed, your legs wobbling a bit as you walk over to a mirror buttoning the shirt up. Your curls were deflated and into waves now, your reflection wasn’t as bad as you thought. Tom leaves the room making a pain in your heart start to form. Looking over at your suitcase on the floor with clothes thrown carelessly into it.


“Now darling… I know you’re upset with me, but can you please forget about what happened tonight? I didn’t want her on me because I have you.. I chose you to spend the rest of my life with,not her.. Now I’m going to ask you again and pray you still love me.. will you marry me and be Mrs. Holland?” Tom asks holding up your engagement ring you threw earlier. 


    Nodding with tears in your eyes, you wrap your arms around his neck pressing your lips against his. He smiles grabbing your hand and slipping your ring back where it’s supposed to be. Placing your hand on his cheek he turns his head giving the palm a kiss. 


“I love you,Bitch” you grin at Tom playfully,a snicker following after.


“I love you,Jerk” he winks lifting you over his shoulder running towards the kitchen. The only sounds that filled the house was laughter, funny remarks and some Netflix.. maybe some chilling too..


A/N: Guess which tv show I was watching while I was typing this..

Ignored Warnings Part Two (Final)

Description: You’re bored. Jungkook’s playing his game. You decide to play a game of your own.

Genre: Smut (18+)

Word Count: 5.7k (Two-Shot)

Warnings: Oral sex, breath play, slapping, face fucking, cumplay, D/S play, degrading names, overstimulation, exhibitionism.

Index: Part One, Part Two

A/N: And here it is! Finally, part two of Ignored Warnings. This is the final part and I won’t be adding more. :) As always, it’s full of filth and nothing but. I hope you enjoy~

“Have we learned our lesson?” Slowly, you opened your eyes to look up at him. His thumb was still deep in your mouth, fucking slowly in and out as you wrapped your tongue and lips around him. You pulled back slowly, dragging your teeth against the digit lightly till he was free, letting him pinch your chin between his thumb and forefinger again while he waited for you to answer.

“What lesson would that be… oppa?”

Silence fell upon the two of you at your question, the sheer cheekiness of it making Jungkook pause to figure out if you were truly wanting to go down the path that was laid before you.

“Wanna try that one more time?”

“I don’t think I stuttered, Sir…”

Any further words were cut off as Jungkook was suddenly moving, ripping his headphone set from his ears to slam down roughly on his keyboard, pushing himself out of his chair as he grabbed you firmly by the neck to pull you to your feet. Your hands flew up to grab his wrist, breath once again being choked out of you by the grip he had around your throat. You winced at the pressure, lifting your gaze up to meet his. Head tilted back, he watched you through half-lidded eyes as you tried to swallow, his lips slowly lifting into an amused smirk. His treatment of you was rough, but fuck did you love it. Your whine was delicious, at once both a plea for breath and for him to use your body. He pulled you closer to him, leaning down till your noses touched and he could look you straight in the eyes as he laid a feathery soft kiss on your lips.

“I see you’ve chosen the difficult route tonight, sweetheart. That’s fine with me. You’ll need to be sure to call in to work tomorrow, though.”

You were given all of two seconds before he had released his grip on you, instead slipping his hands under your arms and into your armpits to toss you back onto the bed, quickly reaching out for your waist to flip you over onto your hands and knees once you had finished bouncing from the force of his throw. He pushed your head down into the mattress, leaving your ass sticking up and into the air. You’d worn simple leggings tonight and he took full advantage of that, pulling them down your ass and over your thighs, taking your underwear with it.

“You asked for this. Safe word?” he asked, nodding once as you whispered out “Catfish” before you felt the first slap on your cheeks, the sting of his hit immediately blossoming over your skin as your nerves cried out. He pulled his hand back to smack you again and again, alternating his hits on either cheek, the slaps ringing out loudly in his room. Your moans were louder though, muffled as they were into the bed with his hand still keeping you pushed down. He rubbed the hand that had been smacking you onto your red skin, fingers gripping the flesh tightly to give it a considering shake before he let it go, rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs.

“Fuck, your skin is so pretty when it’s all covered in red.”

“Yes, Sir,” you moaned in agreement, fingers digging into the fabric of his comforter as Jungkook continued to soothe your smarting skin.

“Is that why you decided to be a disobedient little slut tonight?” He emphasized his question with a new set of smacks, the force of them bringing tears to your eyes as you gasped with each hit.

“No, Sir.”

“No? Then why did you decide to keep going?”

“Because…” you trailed off, losing your train of thought as he purposefully ran the tips of his fingers over your skin till they were ever so slightly tracing the wet slick of your folds. Your failure to respond had him tsking, landing a heavy slap on your pussy lips.

“Pay attention, sweetheart, or I’ll be making this worse than it’s already become due to your fucking around.” You pouted into the comforter, nodding your understanding. “Start over.”

“Yes, Sir.” You inhaled deeply, moaning softly when he returned to his teasing of your lips.

“Tell Sir why you’re being a disobedient slut.”

“Yes, Sir,” you said, adopting a more meek tone. He approved of your submission, fingers dipping down to slide through your folds along your slit. “I’ve been a disobedient slut because I was bored.”

“Hmm, I already knew that. That’s why I gave your mouth something to do, no?”

“Yes, Sir, but I knew that you’d go right back to your game if I didn’t keep disobeying you.”

“Are you that needy, sweetheart?” He sounded disappointed and it left you feeling an odd mix of shame and annoyance. The annoyance won though, making you squirm from under his controlling hand to glare at him as best you could.

“You were gone for weeks! And then when you come home, you don’t even pay attention to me! All I wanted–” Jungkook silenced your complaining with a sharp pinch to your inner thigh, making you gasp and whine at the pain.

“You’re quite the mouthy little bitch tonight, aren’t you?” Your pout returned in full force, your eyes telling Jungkook quite loudly how displeased you were even though you kept silent. He couldn’t quite help the chuckle that left him at your expression, choosing to answer your accusations by slipping a finger inside of you, making you squirm at the sudden intrusion. “I am sorry, sweetheart, that I had to be gone so long, but is that any excuse to act like a child?” Your senses were all tuned towards his finger that was slowly sinking into you, his hand rocking in and out of your hole in a steady rhythm. Your lack of immediate response had him sliding his fingers through your hair to grip it harshly, giving it a rough shake as he pulled his finger from you to swat your cunt again, pulling a loud yelp from you at the arousing pain. “I asked you a question, sweetheart.”

“No, Sir!”

“No what?”

“It’s not okay for me to act like a child, Sir.”

“Good girl,” he said, nodding his approval that you spotted from the corner of your eye as he pushed your head back down into the bed. His fingers returned to your pussy, this time sliding two of them into your dripping center, making you moan in contentment at feeling a bit more full. You desperately wanted more, but you knew the wait was going to be the best part of your night. Your ass wiggled subconsciously, trying to push back onto his fingers that he was keeping still inside of you.

“Sweetheart,” he warned, shoving his hand into you hard enough to make you gasp, “Are you really trying to cum? Don’t you think you deserve to be punished for your misbehavior?” You opened your eyes to look at him as best you could, vision slightly obscured his veiny forearm that was keeping your head still against the bed. He was looking at your ass and pussy, watching how your juices dribbled out of your lips and onto his fingers from where he was still thrusting them into you. Your silence had him flicking his gaze over to you, meeting your slightly glazed eyes with a quirked brow and an impatient look.

“I thought…,” you began, voice muffled into the covers and breathy as he purposefully curled his fingers inside of you, the pads of them rubbing teasingly against your G-spot. You took a deep breath, eyes rolling as pleasure shot through you when he pressed harder against the nerves. “I thought I was already being punished, Sir?”

He chuckled at you, pulling his hand loose from your pussy to push your thighs apart further, opening you completely. He wasted no time as he sunk his fingers back into your dripping hole, this time using three as they slipped in to the knuckle with absolutely zero resistance from how wet you had become. He kept them still for a few seconds, relishing how you gasped and coughed at the increased intrusion, a broken moan leaving you as your back unconsciously arched, pushing your ass against his hand to try to get his fingers deeper again. He began to scissor his fingers, enjoying the wall your walls clenched tightly around him, body already quivering under the pleasure you were feeling. Slowly, he began to thrust the digits into you, withdrawing them only enough for you to feel the impact of them entering you each time. It was just enough to drive you crazy, his fingers just lightly brushing over your spot with each thrust. You were quickly losing yourself, hips beginning to rock back into his hand again, your moans spilling out of you faster than you could try to keep them quiet.

“Oh no,” Jungkook said, pulling you back to reality, as he gave a particularly rough thrust of his hand, strong enough to push your body up the bed a few inches. “That wasn’t your punishment, sweetheart.” He didn’t elaborate further, instead choosing to slip a fourth finger into your sopping cunt, the thrusting motions of his hand sounding lewdly wet in your ears. He focused his attention on your body, keeping track of how your walls began to contract around his fingers more tightly and more often, your climax steadily approaching even without any attention to your clit. He decided to tease you further, swiping his thumb over your engorged clit, making you whine loudly. He kept up the occasional swipes, your whimpers and whines getting louder with each swipe till you were practically crying, the edge so dangerously near but out of your reach at his hands.

“Please, Sir!”

“Hmm?”

“I need to cum!” He chuckled down at you, pressing his thumb harshly onto your clit and holding it there, making you gasp before you tried to buck your hips into the pressure. He pulled back quickly, removing his touch from you while his fingers kept pumping into you. Your moan of frustration was loud but did nothing to make him give you pity.

“You want to cum, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Sir!” you cried, nodding under the hand that had been keeping you pinned the whole time. He hummed consideringly, making you tense up as you waited for his decision. You felt only disappointment, however, as he gave a firm “no” before he was pressing against your clit again, the pressure driving you crazy.

“You don’t get to cum till I say. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Sir.” You pouted but agreed to listen to your Sir’s orders, pulling all your thoughts away from the thumb that was rubbing rough circles into your clit, trying to focus on anything else other than the pleasure that was making your body sing and crawl ever closer to release. You fought against the need of your body, fingers digging into the bed as you began to shake, nerves twitching. There was silence between the two of you, broken only by your gasped moans and whimpers and the sound of your wet pussy being worked by his fingers as you continued to fight off your climax, but it was quickly becoming a losing battle. Jungkook could feel you getting tighter around him and he sped up his hand in response, pressing his thumb more insistently into your clit as he rubbed tight circles over it.

“Don’t you cum yet, sweetheart. I can feel you getting closer.”

“I’m trying!” you cried, tears beginning to leak down your cheeks, your emotions and body at war.

“I’ll be so disappointed if you cum….” Jungkook’s tone was bordering on sad, and although you knew he was putting it on just to push you more, you felt a new resolve fill you, forcefully shoving your high back down, feeling the tendrils of pleasure lessen slightly. Your determination was admirable, but Jungkook had other plans and they depended on you failing.

With the hand that held a tight grip on your hair, he finally released the pressure keeping you pinned to the mattress, instead pulling on the locks roughly, bringing you to quickly plant your hands under you to keep your weight up. He kept his hold on you tight, like a pair of reins, to keep you still for him as he leaned towards you. Your eyes were shut as you panted hard, your bottom lip being worried harshly between your teeth as you continued to deny your body the release it was begging for. He watched you for a few moments, enjoying the way sweat had formed on your skin, mixing with the tears that were running down your cheeks in steady streams now. He leaned in closer, licking a wide line up the side of your cheek, catching your sweat and tears on his tongue before he began to pepper your cheek with wet kisses. You gasped, eyes flying open to look at him out of your peripheral, seeing the cheeky grin he was sporting. He didn’t give you time to protest, maneuvering around the arm that was keeping you still to bite hard onto your shoulder before he nipped his way up to your ear, pulling the lobe between his ears, hot and heavy breaths hitting your skin and making you shiver.

“Sir!” you moaned, trying to pull your head away from his lips, but the grip on your hair tightened, shaking you once roughly to remind you to be still. “But, Sir! I’ll cum if you do that!”

“So, don’t cum.” Such a simple thing, really, and Jungkook delivered it to you as such, muffled against your skin as he busied himself with marking it in conjunction with the hand that was still thrusting into your throbbing core. The added sensations were too much. You shook your head, whining pitifully as you tried to stop your orgasm. And then his thrusts into your pussy were suddenly coming too fast and he whipped your head towards him so he could latch his mouth onto yours, his tongue fucking your mouth as the band inside you gave up, your climax hitting you like a tidal wave. You moaned into Jungkook’s mouth, a mixture of pleasure and disappointment, as your body shook under the force of your orgasm, limbs twitching erratically. He didn’t let up, keeping you pressed against his lips as his hand continued to rub your now over-sensitive clit, ignoring your muffled pleas for him to stop. Your tears began afresh, your body too sensitive to handle his continued ministrations, and you latched onto his arm, nails digging into his skin to make him stop. He ignored the pain on his arm, choosing to instead grab you by the throat to pull you back for him to watch you, his fingers still thrusting wildly into you, your clit being continuously rubbed by his palm.

Your tears had turned to sobs as your body twitched and shook under the ministrations of his fingers, your mouth hung open as your eyes began to roll from the sensitivity and lack of airflow from his hand on your neck. Finally, finally, he stopped the hand that was thrusting into your swollen pussy and pulled away from you, letting his grip on you go so you could collapse to the bed, hard sobs leaving you in panting gasps.

“Hmm. You came, sweetheart. Even though I told you not to.” He slowly extracted his hand from your still twitching core, holding his hand up so he could see how utterly drenched and covered it had become in your juices. Your legs shook once before they slowly slid down, leaving you lying flat on your stomach, head turned towards Jungkook so you could see him inspecting his hand. He looked away from it with a sigh, looking down at you with a frown. “You’ve disappointed me.” You could only nod, a soundless ‘sorry’ on your lips as you continued to try to get your breath back, the inhales shaky from the sobs still leaving you. Wordlessly, he brought his messy hand down to your level, his order unspoken yet crystal clear. You opened your mouth wide, pulling the four of his fingers into your mouth as best you could, tongue wrapping around them to suck your juices off of the digits.

“I’m going to have to punish you more now. You’re practically begging for me to ruin you tonight.” You nodded, keeping your lips wrapped tightly around his fingers as you kept your eyes locked on him. You were prepared for the slap that landed on your ass the next second, taking care not to bite down on the fingers in your mouth as your body jumped at the new pain. He continued swatting your ass, no less intense from having to use his opposite hand and making you groan with each slap. You could feel yourself getting ready again, so ready for him to finally just fuck you, but when your Sir wanted to waste time, he was extremely good at it.

Besides, he was absolutely right. You needed to be ruined by him now.

He pulled his hand free from your mouth and moved away, moving to the other side of the bed so he could grab two handfuls of your leggings and underwear, roughly pulling them down the rest of your legs and over to the side. He delivered another slap to your ass, using both hands to smack your skin before he grabbed both cheeks firmly, fingers digging in as he pulled them apart to look at pussy and asshole. He grinned at how red and inflamed the skin was, shaking the flesh in his hands to enjoy how your ass jiggled in his grip. He gave another slap before his hands were on your legs, flipping them over and using the momentum to help twist your upper body, too. When you were on your back he tugged on your shirt.

“Off.”

You moved quickly but shakily, pushing yourself up onto to your ass, grabbing the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head. You paused at the lacy bra you’d worn, looking up at Jungkook for direction. He was stood at the bed, hand slowly palming himself through his sweats as he waited for you. At your silent question he cocked his head, looking over your body from head to toe before he motioned for you to take the bra off, too. As soon as you’d unhooked the underwear and tossed it to the side, he was moving, pushing you back down onto the bed.

“Hands under your bottom. Now.” You slid your hands close to your body, lifting your ass enough to slide your hands directly under it, palms up so that you were holding your own stinging cheeks as you let your weight fall back down. When you’d settled into a pleasing position, Jungkook moved, pulling off his sweats and the undershirt he’d been wearing with it, getting onto the bed, swinging his leg over you to straddle your chest. You couldn’t help yourself from licking your lips at the sight of his freshly engorged cock, seeing a bead of precum beginning to form at the slit on his head. You flicked your eyes up to his face, sniffing through your slowing tears as you waited to know what to do next.

“Open that whore mouth of yours, sweetheart.” You spread wide your mouth eagerly, opening your lips as far as you could as you kept your eyes locked on his. Your Sir loved to simply watch you when he had you in such a position, enjoying the way saliva would pool in your mouth but like a good girl, you refused to swallow, letting the drool escape to run down your face. It made for an easier time in taking him deep into your throat as well, an added bonus that you saw and experienced the benefit of many times before. Your throat was already raw from him fucking it earlier, but you were practically vibrating at the chance to have him on your tongue again.

This time was no different, Jungkook taking his time to drink in the sight of you lying so submissively under him, mouth literally drooling for his cock. As the spit began to pool, he dipped his fingers into your mouth, letting them rest on your tongue. He pressed down on your tongue once before he pushed them deeper and down into your throat, making you gag once around them as he triggered the reflex. He repeated the motion, beginning to thrust his digits in and out of your mouth in imitation of what was to come again.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth again, sweetheart. And when I’m done, you’re going to thank me. Understood?” He waited for you to nod before he pulled his fingers from your mouth, wrapping them around his dick to get it wet. He wiped the excess off on your cheek, dipping a thumb back into your mouth quickly to get more to rub into the skin. “Such a pretty sight,” he sighed happily, giving your wet cheek several firm pats before grabbing his dick in his hand to line it up with your mouth, pushing his hips forward.

His dick was immediately heavy on your tongue, the taste of him lighting up your senses as you couldn’t help but groan when he gave you no time to get used to his girth, pushing deep into your already sore throat. Your muscles contracted around him, choked gags escaping you as his dick triggered your gagging reflex again. He held himself there, watching as you pushed yourself into a state of calm, breath held as he blocked your airways. He gently ran a hand over your hair, praising you silently for being such a good cock slut for him. He leaned forward, holding himself as he positioned his knees better around your shoulders as he began to rock his hips down, starting slowly before picking up his speed.

You could do nothing but lay there, your mouth and throat full of your Sir’s dick as he thrust into you. Your breath was inaccessible under his command, your eyes watering with fresh tears at the pain in your throat and the constriction of your chest. His eyes were locked on your face, watching as his dick disappeared down your obedient throat over and over again, the sweat beginning to form on his own skin from the exertion. You kept your eyes on him as best you could, wincing and moaning, but trying so desperately to please him. You felt you were doing a pretty good job of it, too, as his moans began to increase with each thrust, his eyes beginning to slip shut as he lost himself to the sensation of your throat clenching around him.

Breath soon became too big of an issue though, your eyes beginning to roll as you disobeyed his orders to reach a hand up to dig into the muscle of his ass. His eyes snapped open at the sharp pain of your nails, his hips immediately stilling before he pulled back completely, his dick leaving your gaping mouth with a thick trail of saliva still connected to it. Your breaths returned, choked and heaving as you coughed and tried to suck in as much as possible. Jungkook’s own breaths were heavier, his eyes heavily lidded with this lust as he both made sure you were okay and enjoyed the way you were an absolute mess from his fucking your mouth.

He scooted back to allow your head room to move, gently running the tips of his fingers over your spit-wet cheeks before he was patting you roughly. He smiled down at you as he did, making you smile back in return, even as the sharp, little swats to your cheeks had your eyes wincing shut. He leaned down, curving his back so he could rest his forehead on yours, your heavy breaths mingling as the two of you tried to gain a bit of composure.

“T-thank you, Sir,” you managed to gasp out when your sore throats allowed you to. Jungkook pulled back just far enough for you to see his smirk before he leaned back in, settling his mouth against your ear.

“Punishment’s not over, sweetheart.”

You knew this would be the case, but you still pouted once before he was reaching down to grab you by the throat again, pulling up on you as he swung his leg back over, maneuvering you onto your hands and knees as he spread your legs wide enough till he was pleased. He climbed back behind you, settling on his knees as his hands smoothed over the skin of your ass contemplatively. You braced yourself for the heavy, painful swats you knew were coming, biting your lip hard as your Sir landed the first of multiple open-handed smacks on your now bruising skin.

Sitting would be an issue for a good few days. God, how you loved that.

Your moans picked up in frequency as your arms grew weak, your elbows shaking as you tried to stabilize yourself. Your strength left you when his hand landed on your pussy next, making you yelp, your arms buckling as you dove face first into his comforter to muffle the loud moan that spilled from your lips.

“Nuh-uh. Up, sweetheart. Now.” Jungkook’s tone was sharp, his left hand sliding up your back to wind your messy locks around his fingers, tugging sharply to pull you back up onto your hands, his hand holding you still like reigns on a wild horse as you bucked and tried to escape the dual pain of the tugging on your scalp and his palm on your ass.

You were crying from the pain when Jungkook finally stopped, your moans having turned to pleas and whines for him to have mercy on your abused skin. Your safe word never passed your lips, though, reassuring Jungkook that you were enjoying the punishment he was unleashing on your stubborn ass. He sighed, leaning back on his heels as he forced your back to arch with the grip he kept on your hair. He listened to your sobs for several seconds, gathering himself before he pushed back up to his knees, leaning down enough to let you feel his breath on your shoulders.

“Time for me to fuck you, sweetheart. Your disobedient pussy obviously needs a complete lesson tonight, hmm?”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir,” you whispered out, widening your legs just a slight bit more to open yourself for the heavy dick you felt pressed against your stinging and hot flesh. You felt Jungkook’s free hand slide up the length of your pussy, sinking all four of his fingers in to get his hand wet before pulling out, wrapping his slick covered hand over his dick, mixing your juices with the precum that spilled from his head. He gripped himself steadily, gently rubbing his dick up and down your wet, dripping lips, making your body shiver when he pressed against your aching clit.

When he finally slid in, it was with little time for you to process being suddenly filled, his hips thrusting into you hard, the sound of your skin hitting his sounding out loudly in his room. Your moan was immediate, though quickly hushed as he pulled his hips back to thrust back into you again in a hard and rough shove, your breath skipping at the force. His hand in your hair tightened its grip, pulling your head further back as Jungkook began to pick up the speed of his thrusts, doing his best to keep his force the same.

His dick ramming into you was an interesting mix of pain and pleasure, the drag of him against your walls making you shiver before he was hitting too deep. Your tears began to spring fresh, whines all that you could manage as your Sir used your pussy, fucking you hard enough to make you begin regretting being such a brat. But the painful pleasure of it all sated your needs just perfectly, your eyes rolling as your body constantly readjusted itself to keep stable under the force of his hips ramming into yours.

You could feel your second orgasm approaching, but you knew you’d need attention to your clit to cum. You chanced reaching a hand between your legs, but Jungkook’s hand in your hair reared you back further, shaking you in rebuke as he landed another heavy slap onto your bruised ass.

“You’ll cum when I say you can cum, sweetheart. If you cum too early again, I’ll leave you like this the whole night.”

“I’m sorry, Sir! I’ll be good; I promise!”

He didn’t respond to your words, instead shaking you a second time before he was pushing down on the middle of your back, forcing you down onto your face as he got up to his feet, keeping crouched low enough to keep his dick in your pussy. The new position had him reaching even further into you, the stretch against your walls making your moans grow louder again as he began to thrust back into you again. Your body was his to control, his hands grabbing you firmly by the hips as he kept you where he wanted, pulling you back when you’d been moved forward from the rock of his hips.

You needed to cum. You knew your Sir could tell from the way hisses were leaving his mouth, his focus narrowing in on the way your walls were contracting more and more steadily on his dick. He undoubtedly needed to cum, too, but the stubbornness that thrived between the two of you always made him want to draw things out as long as possible. Your whines mixed with sobs were all that you could hear, your hearing starting to turn into a high pitched ringing as Jungkook forced your body closer and closer to your high, leaving you wanting as he refused to allow you the relief you so desperately needed on your clit.

“Do you need to cum, sweetheart?” he asked between his thrusts, grunting loudly when you flexed your walls tightly, making his hips stutter slightly.

“Yes, Sir!”

“You know what to do.”

Beg.

If there was one aspect of this relationship you’d not expected, it would be how much Jungkook loved to hear you beg. Your pleas weren’t just simple things but were full of the dirtiest promises and wishes, your words always working to push him closer to his own climax, making him feel generous enough to let you have relief. It was all about stroking his ego, something you’d mastered in your time with him. You prepared yourself now, inhaling deeply before you began.

“Please, Sir! Please let me cum! I know I was a disobedient slut tonight, but I really, really want you to fill me up with you cum and then let me keep it in me while I cum. Please–oh fuck, oh fuck–Sir!”

“Louder!”

Sir!” you whined, pitching your voice higher as you grabbed hold of his comforter, needing the stabilization as he suddenly picked up speed. “Please let your disobedient slut cum! I’m sorry I was such a bad whore!”

“Rub yourself. Now.”

You wasted no time, sliding a shaky arm between your trembling legs, your body practically singing with relief as soon as your fingers pressed against your aching clit. It only took a few circles of your fingers for your body to suddenly seize, your orgasm washing over you suddenly, making you gasp before your sobs began anew. Your Sir continued fucking you through your high, the pleasurable relief racing through your body making you unable to process anything further as you cried from the sensations traveling through your body.  

The strong and powerful twitching of your pussy walls creating a vice grip on his dick finally broke Jungkook a few moments later, a loud whine passing from his own lips as he thrust back into you at a stuttering pace. You could feel the hot ropes of his cum hitting your sore walls, filling you up just as you’d begged him to. He collapsed back to his knees when he’d finished, slipping out of you as he leaned back on his hands, his chest heaving as he tried to even out his breathing. The two of you were silent in the wake of your mutual orgasms, your sobs quieting down to hiccups.

Amidst the ringing in your ears and the heavy pants of your breath, you could hear Jungkook’s low chuckles before you felt his hands pat your trembling thighs. “Good job, sweetheart. You took your punishment very well tonight.” You mumbled a thank you, unable to fully form the words, knowing he understood you quite well as he pushed himself from the bed, grabbing his sweat to slide back on. Your legs finally gave up their fight when he began to walk back towards the computer desk, the heavy plopping of them against the mattress making him turn back to shoot you a cocky smirk one more time.

“Sorry, guys! Had some business to attend to,” you heard him say when he’d sat down, pulling his headset back on over his head. You slowly turned your head just enough to see him blurrily out of your peripheral vision, brows furrowing as you saw him freeze. “…I thought I did press mute…? How much did you guys hear?” He spun around in his seat, his eyes wide as he met your slowly narrowing ones. But then he let his gaze travel the length of your thoroughly used body, his lips quirking into that goddamned smirk you hated so much because it always worked to send a new thrill of lust through your body, no matter what. “Well, we’re glad you guys enjoyed the show, aren’t we, sweetheart?” You wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but from the way Jungkook’s eyes were glittering you knew that’d be the worst idea possible.

Maybe in a few hours you’d tell him.

Delivery Boy

Jeon Jungkook of BTS x reader (Y/N) smut. Plain and simple.

Originally posted by jimiyoong



Halloween, your favourite time of the year. You had always loved dressing up, even as a little girl.
Your family had always hosted a Halloween party and just because you were now an adult and off at school, it didn’t mean you were going to stop the party. Hell no. If anything, you knew it’d be crazier than any party your parents could throw, after all, it’d be full of young adults getting drunk in fancy dress and no doubt fucking in any corner they could.
You made a mental note to lock your bedroom door before people started to turn up.

Most of your housemates had gone off to different parties around the city and only one remained, Taehyung.
He had been almost as excited for the party as you and insisted on helping you plan and set it all up. He also insisted you went in matching outfits, dressed as an old-fashioned couple he saw in a painting in the loft that thoroughly creeped him out. That painting was now the pride of place above the drinks table for the duration of Halloween month, as you called it.
Taehyung hadn’t entered the living room since you put it up and it always amused you seeing him avoid it at all costs.

“Get the door Y/N!” Taehyung yelled from his room where he was well, you didn’t know what but you didn’t want to even question it after the last time you did and he went into explicit detail about the fantasy he was having while masturbating.

You groaned but dragged yourself to answer the front door, having barely heard it over the music you had playing.

On the other side of the door stood a male with dark hair and brown, doe eyes. He was wearing a pizza delivery uniform, a piece of paper in his hands.

“You’re early.” You mumbled, taking in his outfit. “Pizza delivery guy, huh? Honestly never seen that one before.” You mused, flashing the attractive stranger a grin. He blinked a few times then showed you the paper. “Wait, you’re actually a delivery guy?”

“Yeah.” He nodded slowly. “Am I at the wrong place?”

“No, I just wasn’t aware we ordered anything. One sec.” You backed up into the hallway to stand at the bottom of the stairs. “Yah! Did you order pizza?!” You yelled. Taehyung grunted back a yes in response, sounded breathless. “Ew.” You shuddered and returned tot he door. “Guess you definitely are.” She looked at the paper, reading the order. “How fucking much did he order?”

“Having a party, I assume?” He chuckled, looking at your outfit up and down.

“Nah, I just like dressing like a sexually frustrated Victorian woman in my spare time.” He let out a breath of understanding.

“We all have our kinks.” He teased and you gasped, reaching out to nudge him in faux offence. He giggled and you couldn’t help but smile, laughing to yourself.

Were you really flirting with the delivery guy?
You looked him over again, slower to really take in every inch of his being.
Yes. You were definitely flirting with the delivery guy.

“So, should I start bringing it up?” He asked, pointing over his shoulder to the car parked on the road.

“Oh right, yeah, I’ll help.”

“Okay.” He grinned, glad for the help and together, you ferried the takeout from the car and into the kitchen.

He looked down curiously as you set up the boxes on the counters, around already existing food displays.

“Wow, you guys really like Halloween, huh?” He spoke, looking at all the decorations in awe. A lot of which you had made by hand the months before ass it was cheaper than buying some that probably wouldn’t even fit your ideas anyway.

“We hate it.”

“You’re really sarcastic, huh?”

“Never.” You looked at him then to see him grinning at you in amusement. “You know, you kind of look familiar.” You tilted your head at him, knitting your brows together.

“So do you. Maybe we’ve crossed paths before?” He suggested, looking as lost as you felt trying to recall why you felt like you’d seen him before.

“Yeah maybe. Do you go to school here?”

“On campus?” He pointed to the floor, signifying the campus your house resided on.

“Nah, I meant the playschool down the road. You’re a child, right?” He squared his eyes, giving you a playful warning glance. “Aw, isn’t it cute when little boys think they can scare grown-ups?” A gasp of surprise left your lips when he suddenly closed the gap between you, your chests almost touching, his head tilted down to look at you menacingly, a glint in his eyes that sent shivers down your spine.

“Want to call me a little boy again, huh?” He challenged, licking his lips. “See where it gets you.”

“Oh, honey.” You scoffed, snapping back to yourself. You bravely took the last step between you, your toes touching, your chest gently pushed against his, not missing how he inhaled sharply and flicked his tongue out to wet his lips again. “You can’t be suggesting you can make me take back my words.” He nodded confidently. “Oh little boy, you can’t make me do shit.”

“Watch me.” He growled cockily before pushing you against the wall, his lips crashing to yours.

He had only knocked your door ten minutes previous and here you were making out with the delivery guy in a room chock full of sexual tension you two quickly created.
He let out a breathy moan when you bit his bottom lip gently. It was the single hottest thing you had ever heard and you knew you were wet.

“Fuck, is this seriously a thing that is actually happening?” You panted out, looking up into his eyes that were suddenly a lot darker, turning you on further.

“I really hope so.” He confessed.

“Fuck, me too.” You nodded and pulled him back down to lock your lips together, wasting no time and flicking your tongue out. He parted his lips and your tongues met, rubbing together earning moans from the both of you.

“When does your party start?” He asked when your lips parted only for yours to trace that intense, sharp jawline of his.

“Seven.” He checked his watch.

“It’s half six.”

“Plenty of time.” Without warning, he picked you up and sat you on his hips, pushing his body to yours. You gasped feeling his growing erection through all the layers of clothing between you.

“Okay I know this outfit probably took a lot of time but you need to take it off before I fucking rip it off.” He warned, practically growling as he glared at the layers of fabric that made up your skirt. You giggled and reached around to pull on the ribbon holding the back closed. He watched in impatient fascination ad you quickly removed the bottom half of your dress, leaving you in the tight blouse and underwear.
“I shouldn’t find this as hot as I do but fuck, I really do.” You giggled and circled your hips, rubbing against the large bulge in his trousers making him moan lowly.

“I can tell.” You teased.

“You’re saying I’m the only one turned on right now? Because I can feel how wet you are through my pants, sweetheart.” Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment.
Surely he was lying, it wasn’t possible to feel such a thing, right?
A shakey moan left your lips when he slid a hand between your bodies to touch his long fingers to your clothes heat.
“Oh, babygirl, you’re fucking soaked.” He cooed, smirking at you when your cheeks darkened. “Don’t be embarrassed."He pressed teasing kisses across your jaw as his voice dropped, whispering to you in a tone that was so low it shot straight to your core. "It’s so fucking hot.” He growled before his lips attached to your neck, sucking on the skin. You gasped and gripped his shoulders, fingers digging in when his fingers started to rub at you through your damp underwear.

“Wh-what’s your name?” You stuttered, his fingers hooking under your underwear to touch you directly. Your eyes closed and your head tipped back, absentmindedly grinding your hips down onto his digits as they teased you.

“Hm? My name? Why do you want-”

“I want to know what I should moan out.”

“Jungkook.” He rushed out without hesitation making you chuckle. “What’s your’s?”

“Y/N.” He hummed against your neck before saying your name in a breathy tone that made you moan his name back at him.

“My name sounds perfect coming from your lips.” Your legs tightened around him when he slid a finger into you. “God, you’re so fucking wet, my finger just slides right in. I bet you can take another huh Y/N? Think you can take more princess?” You nodded and a second finger followed his first. You moaned and held him tighter as they curled inside of you.

“J-Jungkook.” You almost pleaded breathlessly.

“Hm?”

“I-I don’t want your fingers.” He stopped his movements, ceasing abusing your walls with the pads of his fingers in search for your g-spot.

“What?” He looked rejected and leant back slightly, pulling his fingers out of you. “Should I leave?”

“No.” You laughed and brushed your lips over his. “I want your cock, baby.” His eyes sparked with lust again and he nodded. He put you down to unbuckle his belt, hands fumbling in anticipation. You giggled seeing he was growing frustrated with the button on his jeans that just wouldn’t open. You put your hands over his and opened the fly easily. He dropped his hands to his side, licking his dry lips, eyes not leaving your figure as you lowered onto your knees in front of him, pulling down his jeans as you went until they were around his knees.
Your eyes lifted to meet his gaze as you pulled down his boxers too. He bit his lip and threaded his fingers into your hair to tug you closer suggestively.
It was clear what he wanted you to do, where he wanted you but he didn’t want to make you do anything you weren’t comfortable with.

A smirk lifted your lips and you stuck your tongue out, flattening it against the underside of his erection before licking from the base upwards, swirling your tongue around the tip. Jungkook moaned, his fingers gripping your hair tighter. His eyes wanted to close and focus on the pleasure but you looked so damn sinful on your knees in front of him like that he couldn’t pass up the chance to drink in the sight.

It didn’t take long for your teasing motions on his erection to really wind him up. He was breathing heavily, body tensed, watching to thrust into your mouth but not following his body’s wishes, by the time she gripped your shoulders and pulled you up to your feet.

He spun you and pushed you against the wall. Your hands flew out to slap against the brickwork making you hiss in pain. But the hurt left almost instantly. Jungkook all but ripped your panties in his rush to get them off.

One large hand gripped your bare hip to hold you still, pull your arse towards him more.

Jungkook grabbed his dick with his free hand and allowed himself a few pumps, spreading his precum up and down his length, as he took in the sight of you bent over, braced against the wall with legs spread, waiting for him to fuck you.
As soon as his tip lined with your entrance, he started to push forward, entering you slowly.
Satisfied moans left both your lips at the feeling. It felt as if you had been waiting for that moment for a long time, months not way under an hour.

Jungkook’s hips met yours as he bottomed out and he allowed you both a few moments to get used to it, soak in the feeling of him filling you so deliciously before he started to rock his hips.
His thrusts were slow and pretty shallow at first, testing the waters before he picked up his rhythm, fucking you harder and deeper than anyone had in a long time.

Your fingers scraped against the wall, moans shamelessly leaving your parted lips as he hit deep within you.

Jungkook had his jaw clenched tight, trying to make as little noise as possible. As much as he was enjoying himself, he was almost enjoying hearing your noises of pleasure just as much.

You realised you could only hear the occasional grunt of effort from him and closed your mouth, sulking.

“W-what’re you doing?” He panted, slowing down slightly to talk without his voice breaking too much.

“I want to hear you.” You spoke.

“What?” He chuckled and fell still. You pushed up slightly and looked over your shoulder at him. He licked his lips at your dark expression, his hips shallowly thrusting into you again without him even really registering so.

“I want to hear how good you feel Jungkook. Moan for me baby.” You encouraged.

“You want that?”

“So fucking much.” He pulled your back to his chest making you whimper as he reached a new, better spot inside you, to kiss you heavily.
You moaned into his mouth when he returned to snapping his hips into you.
You had to pull out of the kiss, unable to focus on it when he was hitting the perfect spot inside you that made you see spots.

“You’re so fucking hot.” He moaned, wrapping one arm around your waist and pressing his palm against your chest to keep you against him int hat position. His other hand reached over to rest against the wall once he had moved you both forward before his hips went fucking wild.

You were practically screaming in pleasure, your nails dragging down his forearm, leaving red marks. Jungkook was certain you had even broken the skin but it only spurred him on.

“Fu-fuck, Jungkook.” You whined, your legs starting to shake.

“Are you going to cum?” He panted into your ear, his hot breath making you shiver as it fanned over your neck. You nodded. “Good, cum on my cock like a good girl, Y/N.”
A loud moan left your lips as the pleasure in your stomach exploding sending your hips jutting as your orgasm hit you.

Jungkook gritted his teeth, determined to last a little longer despite your walls clenching and spasming around him. But the second you moaned his name, he lost it and his hips slammed against you roughly a few times as he came, squeezing his eyes tight and burying his face in your neck.

Your walls clenched a little tighter at the sound of your name falling from his lips like a fucked out mantra.

Slowly, you both came down from your highs and caught your breath back.
Jungkook’s face scrunched into a wince against your neck as he pulled out of you before letting you go, a little reluctantly it felt, to pull his clothing back up and tuck himself away.

“Well, that’s the best tip I’ve ever gotten.” He sniggered and you rolled your eyes before laughing too, collecting your clothing. You turned to look at him sternly upon finding a hole in your underwear, at the waistband.

“Jungkook!” You exclaimed. He looked at the garment before grinning sheepishly at you. “These are my favourite ones!”

“I’m sorry, I’ll replace them.” He offered, taking them from your hand quickly to look them over. You ignored him to put your skirt back on, glad it was floor length and there was no chance anyone would know you were without underwear.

“Right, okay.” You held your hand out. He held the item closer. “You’re seriously going to steal my ripped underwear?”

“I need them so I know what I’m replacing.” He argued. You gave him a disbelieving look. “Like you want them back now they’re ripped anyway.” He scoffed and tucked the item into his pocket. You simply rolled your eyes again. “I should get back to work. I still have another delivery to do. My boss is going to kill me for being late. They’re going to get free pizzas now.” He sighed heavily.

“I’m sorry for letting you fuck me.” You retorted and he chuckled at your sarcasm.

“Never apologise for that. I’ll give away all the pizzas free if I can fuck you again.” You bit your lip, pretending to think as you walked him tot he front door. “So, can I see you again?” He asked turning back to walk tot he door after walking down the porch steps.

“You do owe me underwear.” You grinned. He grinned back and nodded. He checked his watch before looking between his car and you, debating something. He rushed over and held your face to press a heavy, lingering kiss to your lips.
“What’s that? So I don’t forget what you taste like?” You joked.

“Always leave them wanting more.” He winked then practically ran to his car to speed off for his next delivery.
You rolled your eyes and returned to the house, stopping at the hallway mirror to check your reflection and make yourself presentable.

“Did you just fuck the delivery guy?” You jumped hearing Taehyung’s teasing voice at the stairs. You looked over at him with a smirk and he started to cackle. “That’s my girl!” He high fived you before helping you get back into costume properly.

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It was two hours later when you stopped in shock, seeing a familiar face stood at the bottom of the stairs with Taehyung, the pair goofing around with some of Taehyung’s other friends.
You had just come up from the haunted house in the basement.

“There she is!” Taehyung cooed spotting you. The boys all turned to look at you, the friends of Taehyung’s you had met pulling you to them in drunken affection.

“Alright, boys.” You laughed pulling away to stand between Taehyung and the familiar face.

“Oh, you haven’t met before, have you?” Taehyung drawled, shuffling drunkenly to lean against the stair railing. “This is Kookie.” He spoke pointing to your right, at Jungkook. You looked at him to see he was already smirking at you.

“Ah, the infamous Kookie.” You spoke nodding slowly. “Tae tells me you have like no balls when it comes to girls.” Their friends laughed as you insulted Jungkook. You smirked and he raised his eyebrows at you.

“Guess you know that’s a load of shit.” He replied, voice low.

The conversation was quickly pulled away from you two as Hoseok screamed as a fake spider landed on his head. Everyone erupted in laughter as he ran off to chase the culprit, promising their head on a spear.
The remaining group returned to the conversation, not even noticing as Jungkook moved closer to you and slyly put a hand on your arse.

“Still not wearing any panties huh? Naughty girl.” He teased, groping your flesh roughly.

“I’m not and it makes it that much harder to stop your cum running down my leg.” Jungkook sucked in a breath at that and you looked up at him bravely, not caring that your friends could catch you two flirting so openly, sexual tension already building between your close bodies. “I bet you’d like to see that, hm? Your cum spilling out of me.”

“So fucking much.”

You smirked and excused yourself, walking up to your room.
You knew Jungkook would follow shortly and you had a feeling every orgasm he gave you was going to be better than the last and you’d be damned if you weren’t going to take every chance to fuck your delivery boy.


For my girl @btsmuttin, hope you like it baby

Originally posted by nojamsdirtywater


~Chee

Writing is Hard, pt 8: Slow and Steady

Summary: Dean shows you his favorite kind of sex.

Read Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Warning: Smut, dirty talk

Word Count: 3100ish

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! (Sorry, tag list is closed!) XOXO

The motel door opens quietly and you hear Dean shuffle in, his footsteps easy to recognize. You don’t move, body too exhausted to even roll over in bed and say hi.

Sam has to know that Dean comes to your room every night now. Actually, Dean just goes straight in with you now more often than not, leaving Sam to himself. You’ve never discussed it, but you suspect that Sam’s silence on the matter of you and Dean is his thank you for finally having some privacy on a regular basis.

Either way, you aren’t remotely surprised that Dean is here. You listen to boots being kicked off, a gun being placed on the night stand, and clothes being shuffled off. He’s down to his boxers when he slides beneath the covers.

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You’re Drunk

SMUT SMUT SMUT enough said.

~ You and Harry are college buddies who live together and one time he comes home drunk, and very horny ~

Warning: smut, just that.

You were awaken by the crashing sound coming from the front door. You just knew right away that it was your flat mate since it wasn’t the first time he came home after midnight. He was definitely drunk because no sober person would curse a chair after knocking it over.

You sat up in bed and pulled up the cover to hide your revealing lace nightgown as Harry stumbled into your bedroom because you always went to bed leaving the door open. He would always go straight to his bed whenever he came home late, which was all the time, but this time you didn’t know why he went to your room instead. You just thought he was probably so drunk that he forgot where his room was. 

“Had fun I see,” you said to him. His eyes were weary and his skin flushed. You could smell the entire party on him.

“Yeh should’ve come.”

“I hate most people there.”

His large feet got in his way and he almost lost his balance, holding to the door knob to keep himself standing before he leaned against the doorframe for support.

“Did I wake yeh?” he asked with a crooked smile, closing his eyes because the room was starting to spin.

“No, I just happened to stay up until 2 AM waiting for your drunk ass to burst into my room,” you said and he seemed amused by you being sarcastic.

“I think…I think I drank too much—fuck,” he shook his head, which fell on his shoulder, heavy from the liquor.

“You think?”

“Stop mockin’ me,” his words tangled together on his tongue as he stumbled forward then crashed down right in front of you on your bed. You needed sleep because you had classes the next morning so there was no way you would let him fall asleep there. You grabbed his shoulders to pull him up but he let his full weight fall on you, knocking you flat down on your back with him lying on top. You told him to get off but he was too drunk to move, instead he was nuzzling into your neck. 

You had admitted to yourself a long time ago that you had a crush on Harry. Why wouldn’t you? He was a handsome young man with a good heart. But you never let him know about your little crush because you thought he wasn’t attracted to you. As Harry was snuggling into your arms, you could have just pushed him off and kicked him out of your room but you couldn’t do it because you enjoyed the feeling.

“I missed yeh, pet,” he almost sounded like a child and it was too adorable. Drunk Harry could be cute and yet so sexy. 

“Um…How was the party?” you asked, changing the subject as you felt your body temperature increase and your face turning red.

“S'fine. Kayla was all over me though.”

“Was she?” Kayla was just one of Harry’s friends who was obsessed with him.

“But I said “no, no, I have to go back to Y/N”. Yeah. And-and I asked Jack to drive me home ‘cause I missed yeh.”

You were taken aback and nervous at the same time, wondering to yourself if he knew what he was talking about or he was just speaking nonsense out of drunkenness.

“You’re so warm,” his hips swiveled against yours and you could feel his content smile against your neck. You held your breath and pushed his hips back.

“Let’s get you back to your room.”

Harry let you sit him up, sleep was in his eyes and he looked like a drunk little boy, which amused you. He smiled at you and thanked you for what reason you weren’t sure. You giggled and attempted to get yourself off the bed but he was quick to wrap his arms around your waist and shifted you into his lap, burying his head in your neck and pressing his lips to your jawline. Your whole body immediately reacted to him even though you were shocked by his action. You knew you shouldn’t have but you wanted more.

“Harry, what-” you tried to stop him but his wide palms slid up your back, holding you in place as his lazy kisses fell down your collarbone to just above your breasts. You felt his warm touch burning your skin over the thin fabric of your gown and didn’t try to protest when he cupped one of your breasts with his large hand. Your eyes went shut and you didn’t even know how he managed to get your dress off you, leaving you in just your panties half naked in front of his lustful eyes. His tongue found your nipple, flicking it and circling it slowly. You held onto the back of his head and let a light moan peel up your throat, automatically moving your hips, rubbing yourself against the cool metal of his belt buckle.

“Harry…we shouldn’t…” You didn’t know why you even tried to stop him when your whole body was participating in the action, but you still felt like you should have said something because he was drunk and you were sober. 

“I want to fuck yeh,” he asked with your nipple still between his lips and the sight of it along with those words were enough to make you lose your mind.

“You need to sleep.”

“M’not tired.”

“But you’re drunk.”

“I still know wha' I want,” His voice was rough against your ear and you rolled your eyes closed as he pressed a kiss to the spot below your jaw then across your cheek then you just completely gave in and let him kiss you. His tongue pushed against yours, letting you taste the liquor. You immediately moaned against his hot mouth because you could feel how hungry he was for you. Harry raised his arms up into the air and let you peel his shirt off and it didn’t take more than a few seconds for your panties to get ripped off.

You laid back down again with Harry between your opened legs, pushing his cock against your heat through his black trousers. You two kissed like a horny couple in love. He kept grinding his hips into yours and it was sending electricity through your core, making you a moaning mess beneath him. Harry pushed his hand between your bodies and drove two fingers into you suddenly. You gripped his arm as he pumped his long fingers hard and fast while sucking on your bottom lip. Harry pushed his fingers deeper, curling them against your walls, at the same time working on your clit as well. You sucked in a breath and clenched around his digits.

“Fuck, Harry—” His hand felt so good it was making you see stars. You rolled your hips quickly, his fingers still tucked inside you as you held his wrist. Riding his fingers like they were his cock as he watched with lustful eyes, his lip tucked between his teeth. You pulled his hand free and looked at him, his face was pure sex and desire and arousal so you just had to crash your mouth against his again. You unbuckled his belt and pulled open his button fly with a tug, sliding your hand between his boxers and jeans to rub him, get him fully hard and ready for you. You had turned into a completely different person and he really enjoyed how you were taking the initiative. 

“Fuck, baby. Let me fuck yeh.” Your entire body was on fire, strongly reacting to the sound of those words on his lips. You gripped his ass as he wasted no time driving into you. You tossed your head back on the bed and the two of you both groaned. He sucked the skin of your throat before planting his hand on the bed and gripping my hip with his other. He was going hard and fast, destroying your entire body with his thrusts. You soon forgot that he was drunk and just paid attention to how good he was making you feel.

You lifted your leg up his hip and he moved his arm to hook it under you knee and throw your leg over his shoulder. His face was red from pleasure and he slightly opened his mouth, his breath caught in his throat and you were so turned on watching him fuck you. You pushed his hair off his face and held his cheeks in your hands.

“Fuck, yeh feel good,” he managed to speak as you told him to fuck you harder if it was possible. You were digging your nails into his flesh, listening to the sound of your skin slapping and dirty moans filling the room. Both of you were loud and out of control as his cock slammed into you deep and hard. 

“Fuuuuck, Harry. Oh God. Oh shit.“ 

"Shit. Yeh gonna cum fo’ me, baby? C'mon.” His words breathed against your mouth and you felt like you were about to explode. You could hardly handle the tone of his voice when he was fucking you even deeper and it didn’t take you much longer to release. Your body started contracting and tensing. You screamed out his name, letting it pour passed your lips over and over again until you felt the warmth of him spilled deep inside you. Thankfully you were on the pills. You clung to his back as he panted against your neck, your core still wrapped around him, pulsing and contracting. He groaned and rolled to his back, pulling you on top of him while you petted his face. 

“Are yeh okay?” he asked and you nodded your head yes. 

“Yeah, are you?” 

“Yep.” Harry kept his eyes close, still trying to breath steady again. The fucking session might have sobered him up, you thought.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you fo’ so long,” he said after a moment, making you giggle and hide your face in his chest.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, it’s so hard when we’re livin’ together.”

You bit your bottom lip and felt heat rushing up to your cheeks.

“I have a crush on you,” you confessed. You had thought of a few scenarios in which you finally told him how you felt but this was definitely not one of them. Harry seemed quite indifferent toward what you had just said to him though which made you think he might not feel the same.

“I knew tha’. I mean…yeh made it quite obvious, the way you’ve always looked at me.”

Your eyes widened as you gasped and smacked his chest slightly. “And you didn’t say anything?” 

“I thought it was cute tha’ yeh tried to hide it. But if it makes yeh feel better…” He locked eyes with you and a playful dimpled smile appeared on his pretty face. “…I have a crush on yeh too.”


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Flannel (Luke smut)

Summary: basically just making out with sleepy/morning!Luke whilst wearing his clothes…and a little something else 

Warnings: this morphs into smut! 

Word count: 1.4k 

A/N: you can blame @starryclem for this one. We ended up chatting about making out with Luke whilst wearing his clothes and then this baby was born…. I hope you enjoy it! ;)

Originally posted by http-erikaxo

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Luke’s grip on your waist felt warm, his slender digits applying a firm pressure to keep you held in place. Your arms rested on his shoulders, hands draped around the back of his neck to allow your fingers to loop through his hair. Twirling the silky strands between your fingertips, you nudged your mouth back against his.

His lips were soft - slightly puffy from the past few minutes of hurried kisses. Hands squeezing your hips, Luke bit against your bottom lip, eliciting a small moan from your breathless mouth. Seizing the new access to your mouth, you felt his tongue slip inside a moment later.

As you continued to furiously make out, your couldn’t help but smile against his mouth. Everything about the situation felt comfortable - from the golden rays of sunlight streaming into the room through a gap in the blinds, to the way his old oversized flannel engulfed you completely; the worn material - with its fading colour and fraying cuffs - giving you a sense of home. Your legs slung across the lap of your comfortable boyfriend was just a bonus, to be honest.

“Someone’s eager,” you commented, pulling back to speak against his lips. You shifted to the side and felt a bulging hardness poke up against your thigh. Luke groaned, the sound short-lived.

“‘Can’t help it, sweetheart,” he mumbled, quiet words carrying a hidden weight, “you look fuckin’ perfect in my flannel.”

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Storage Room (M)

Originally posted by seagulljjk

╳ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

╳ Genre: (one shot) smut 

╳ Summary: You didn’t know that accidentally being locked in a storage room with Jungkook could turn out to be so fun.


All you wanted to do was go to the mall by yourself and have a relaxing day but no, of course that can’t happen. You were just walking by a store, glancing at a display window, admiring a cute outfit until you heard screams. You quickly whipped your head around to see a swarm of girls coming at you. You had no time to think before you got pushed into the store, the employees freaking out trying to shut the door, and a guy in all black pacing back and forth.

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P.O.V (Christian Yu AMBW Smut)

This is for my friend @silhouetted-beauty I hope you enjoy it~ as well as the rest of my lovely followers. 

“C-Christian!” You cried out looking up at the male, tears of pleasure raking down your face as he shined the camera onto you, his length brushing into your abused pussy once again. He groaned watching you pull on the rope that bound your wrist together above your head. Your chocolate body covered with sweat, your hair plastered everywhere and the lust that was full blown in your pupils as you watched him. He pushed until he was fully buried inside of you.

“Come on be a big girl and take all of me. You’ve been doing well so far.” The way he spoke it to you, in that accent of his with a crooked cocky smirk had you ready to cum again. Nodding your head, you licked over your parted lips letting him bend one of your legs bad, the camera slowly tilting down to roam over your body, he wanted to capture every moment with you, watching through the lens as he slipped outside of your pussy, some of his cum escape your insides again as he pushed back inside of you causing you both to groan out in pleasure.

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How it happened was simple, but then again nothing was too complicated when it came to the both of you. Christian came inside of your shared bedroom, plopping down next to you on the sheets he looked over to see you on your tablet swiping through the candy crush game. He waited a bit hoping that you would take notice that he was there, but when you didn’t, he became needy for your attention. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, kissing on the skin there before trailing his lips towards your shoulder causing you to laugh.

“Christian. Don’t you know how hard this level is.” You huffed slightly trying to squirm away from him as your fingers continued to glide across the screen. You had been stuck on this level for weeks now and it seemed you were going to win but he kept fucking with you kissing on the spots he knew would make you wet in a matter of seconds.

“I love that you always play so hard to get, when we both know you’ll be under me begging me not to stop.” He teased kissing down your exposed arm towards your wrist.

“That’s the damn problem!” You insisted maneuvering away from his advance to jump off the bed. Your large shirt coming to rest past your ass, because you were too lazy to put on clothes half the time, at this moment you were shocked that you had on panties because even undergarments were a hassle. Christian chuckled watching you scurry away from him, moving to walk into the front room of the condo with a smile on his lips. He laid back on his bed looking up at the mirror pouting as he looked at his reflection, his wild curls falling everywhere.

“I’m so jealous of you.” He spoke to the mirror. “You get to see her beauty while I’m away and she never fights you off.” He almost whined like a child.

“That’s because the mirror can’t harm me.” You muttered under your breath going to drape your body across the couch. It took you a good twenty minutes before you were jumping up and shouting with joy at the fact that you beat the level. Christian who had been staring out the window drifting off to sleep stood up and treaded towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist after he did a quick check out of your body.

“I’m so proud of my jagi.” He cooed in a deep voice that was becoming raspy due to the mood he was in.

“I’m proud of me too. Hard work pays off.” You stuck out your tongue but gave in this time letting him pull you down onto his lap on the couch. He chuckled softly as he kissed your cheeks.

“Yeah being a game addict sure pays off.” He rolled his eyes tickling your sides.

“Hey! HEY! Would you rather I be addicted to someone else?!” You questioned as you gripped at his hands, he chuckled moving to lay you down onto the couch looking down at you.

“I would rather you were addicted to me.” He frowned leaning down to press soft kisses against your lips, cupping your cheeks gently.

“Mmm, getting addicted to you means that I will never let you go.” You wrinkled your nose slightly and he leaned forward to bite onto your jaw humming.

“Baby, I will take you to work with me no problem but don’t act like that’s a reason. You don’t like how weak I make you.” He gripped your chin, looking up at you with a smile. Your insides churned because he was right, but you didn’t like admitting that he had that much power over you with his cute kissable lips, and defined muscles littered with tattoos. Huffing slightly, you nodded agreeing with him but not saying the words. He only laughed louder, peppering your face with kisses before he pulled back.

“So, I’ve been thinking..” He started and you just stare at him.

“What now oh dear love of mine?” You asked in a teasing tone lifting an eyebrow, he chuckled at your teasing nature, playing in your hair.

“Well, I want to shoot a video.” He said and you didn’t know why but your just let little strings of giggles slip past your lips as you watched him until he went quiet not saying anything.

“Baby, forgive me for laughing but don’t you do that always? You just shoot two videos this week.” You brought your hand up to play in his hair as well.

“That’s not what I mean love. I want to film you.” He stated with a cocky smirk.

“I don’t sing or dance. I pole dance but that’s it.” You shrugged lightly not liking the fact that he was still smirking at you. “What!!” You asked again trying to sit up but he pulled you back down.

“I mean, okay. I want to film you. Film us while we are having sex, I want to capture it all.” He bit on your bottom lip tugging it softly.

“What- oh hell no! What if it gets leaked? What if someone breaks in and steals it and leaks it? What if you play it around your boys and they take pictures!” You were beyond anxious about what he had said to you. And hating the fact that your pussy was slightly becoming dampened from the idea of him filming the both of you.

“Hey, calm down. Baby you know that I wouldn’t leak my work, whatever happens DPR and I both go down. That’s my group too and I can’t risk that. I won’t say that I wouldn’t use a piece like maybe you on my lap but they wouldn’t be able to see your face. And if you didn’t want them to see at all they won’t see. I don’t want them needing an excuse to try and take you from me anyways. Who the hell is going to get passed Lori? She is sweet but she will be aggressive when necessary. Just like her mommy.” He cooed burying his face in your neck with a sigh. “Please baby? Please y/n. I won’t show anyone I promise, I just want to capture shit I don’t get to see when I’m so wrapped up in you. And who knows we may laugh at it. Don’t you want to see the faces we make? If the sex is as good as we think it is? You could even show me what I need to improve on.” He urged slightly pressing more kisses on your neck. You thought about it, sighing as you looked up to the ceiling. It wouldn’t hurt to try it, Christian had sometimes pissed you off but he never did anything to make you mad. You chewed on your bottom lip, looking back at him you thought for a few long minutes while he kissed on your skin. He did have a lot of shit at stake, maybe even more than you since he was the one in the limelight.

“I will seriously consider breaking up with you if you let this get out.” You promised silently grabbing his chin making him look you in the eyes to know you were telling the truth. He nodded looking at you in your eyes.

“I won’t ever hurt you baby. I promise.” You nodded your head leaning close to press your lips against his softly causing him to release a groan as he kissed you back, he moved to pull back from you and lift you up in his arms carrying your body bridal style into the room. He dropped you down onto the bed moving to grab at his video camera, turning it on letting it slowly load.

Once he had it ready he hit record placing the camera on the bed facing you. Christian watched you as he went to his computer hitting play on the ‘Movie Shoot’ song he directed with Loco and DPR Live. You laughed softly feeling your cheeks heat up as well as a rise in your heart rate. You were so nervous and he wasn’t making it any better. He walked to the edge of the bed, unbuttoning his dark blue shirt slowly letting it slide off his body. Your eyes were greedy taking in the sight before him, how he was toned and defined. Your eyes changed quickly, your teeth tucking your bottom lip between them as you watched him. He chuckled as his hands moved down to grip at his pants undoing them and pushing them down he stepped out leaving his boxers on. He reached under the bed to grab at the red bondage rope that you liked to play with sometimes. He crawled on the bed, kissing up your legs slowly switching sides as his warm large hands came to part your smooth thighs. He flicked his tongue against your panties smirking at how your hips twitched lightly. He bit onto the fabric causing you to release a shaky moan, your hands moving to comb through his hair. You watched him grip at your shirt and push it up your body until you were helping him pull it off, and throw it across the room. Your bare chest on display for him, one of your pierced nipples already puckered and past hard. He leaned down to kiss at it, your head tilting slightly because you loved feeling his lips on your skin.

He moved to let you straddle him, kissing you deeply, as your hands trailed up and down his built body over the taught muscles and ink under your fingertips. You broke the kiss to run you tongue across his neck and his adams apple going to his chest to lick across the ink. He groaned slightly as your lips continued to kiss and guide your tongue against every ounce of his tattoos that you could find. Your hips were pushing down against his, a slow grinding session between the two of you. He gripped at your hair yanking your head back so that he could suck on your skin, his hand gripping at your hips to push you down. Once he felt he was becoming too needy he flipped you over staring down at you.

“Hands up baby.” He instructed and you nodded your head, placing your hands up above your head against the headboard. He used the red rope to bind your wrist and lope around to tie it sturdily against the headboard, you looked up at the bow he knitted, seeing that you were stuck in place you made up your mind to just enjoy it. Christian leaned close kissing your lips gently, he nibbled on your bottom lip as the two of you made out, taking the kiss slow at first and let it build up to become more heated and needy. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, one of his hands moved to grope at your breast, flicking his fingers against your nipples, your back arched as you moaned out, opening your mouth you let him dominate the kiss. Swirling his tongue around yours, pulling it into his mouth he nibbled on it gently pulling back with a wet pop. He kissed down your body burying his face into your neck to suck hickeys onto your skin, letting his mouth roam over all of your spot, trying to earn those sweet needy moans from your lips. Soon he was cupping your breast together letting his tongue press against the hardened buds wrapping his lips around them to give harsh sucks, he bit down lightly onto your skin, watching as your body arched and you couldn’t contain the little whimpers that left your lips as he pleased you. He let his lips trail down your body, licking and nipping around your belly button. He watched you through his wild hair that fell into his eyes, he gripped at your panties pulling them down your thighs, he let them fly across his room to join your shirt. He moved to grab at your favorite vibrator using his arms to press your legs down against the bed, he puckered his lips to blow air onto your pussy causing you to inhale sharply fisting your hands. You nodded your head telling him to continue, he gripped at the camera pulling it close to the both of you, he leaned his head down dipping his tongue inside of you slowly, he pushed it deep until he couldn’t push anymore flicking it inside of you. He moaned against your heat, thrusting his tongue in and out, curving it he searched for your spot swirling his tongue around your dripping pussy. He let his lips wrap around your pussy sucking on it, pulling his tongue from your entrance and he flicked it up and down your slit before he wrapped it around your clit, sucking harshly at it, he gripped at the camera moving it to stare at your face instead of him, he smirked happy to capture your reactions. Your hands twisting in the rope and your back arching as you looked down at him. Your thighs tried to shut, but he wasn’t having it, he nipped on your pussy lips, pulling them with his teeth. He pulled back to turn on your vibrator pressing the head against your clit, he watched as you let out a cry of pleasure, your bottom lip quivering. He moved it up and down slowly, leaning down to flick his tongue against your entrance groaning as he kissed on your pussy trying to pleasure you. He grabbed the camera placing it on his chest to film you, biting on his bottom lip he watched you as he switched the knob to medium speeding up his arm motions to make the vibrator press harder against your clit. He only kept the camera up for a bit before he was placing it back down on the bed, he moved it back to focus on both of you, slipping two fingers inside of you, he plunged them in and out of your hole, twisting them slightly he groaned watching you buck your hips up. Your pussy squeezed around his fingers, you could feel all the wetness slide out of you and onto the mattress and his fingers. Your mouth dropped open as you lay there against the headboard tugging harder on the rope throwing your head back. He made you feel so good, his fingers were thick and they stretched you out in the most delicious ways.

He made sure to always bury himself knuckles deep, making sure he was stretching you out. He let his finger slip inside of your ass giving you a shocker, feeling both of your holes up as his hand started to move faster inside of you.

“Christian please!” You shouted out, already feeling needy and ready for the foreplay to end.

“Be good.” He stated licking over his bottom lip, it was killing him too, you could see the tint in his pants but he was always focused on taking care of you. Thrusting his hand at a particular angle he hit your spot causing you to cry out.

“Like that?” He asked and you nodded your head. “Do you like that baby doll? Do you like how daddy feels both of your holes?” He questioned earning slight whimpers of yeah from your lips.

“This fucking pretty pussy takes it so well. I love your pussy so much baby.” He groaned leaning turning the vibrations on high, your hips sputtered and you felt your body react. Tightening up you released a cry of pleasure, as your orgasm swept through your body. He didn’t stop, releasing a slight growl he continued to thrust his fingers in and out of your rapidly, he watched as your body writhed under him, legs thrashing as you tried to get a reprieve. Your stomach tightened up again, your walls were clamping down on his fingers, he smirked letting his arms surge forward, his biceps were coming on display the veins in his muscles became on display. Your head rolled to the side, crying out his name as your orgasm rippled through you again, not only cumming but you were squirting as well getting his forearm wet as well as the sheets under you. Only then did he remove his fingers away from your pussy to suck on them as well as the one inside of your ass. He smirked down at you as he cleaned up his limbs flicking his tongue across your body lip. He moved off the bed, pushing his boxers down until they were at his ankles he stepped out of them, crawling back on the bed, he knocked your legs wide with his own, he gripped at his camera moving to press his cock against your entrance. He smirked as he looked down at you. “Come on, fuck yourself on me, you can push down on it.” He was stern and playful at the same time.

You pushed down on him, groaning as he entered inside of you. You pushed your hips down until you were burying him inside of you, with his help of course. Once he was inside of you, you pulled your hips back as much as you could before pushing your hips down, whining in frustration because he was living in this moment, letting the camera looking at your body bouncing on his member as he groaned, his eyes going up to your breast watching them bounce as well. He groaned shutting his eyes trying to let you do all the work but he just couldn’t leave you alone he had to have more of you. Christian gripped your hip with one hand, he started to slam inside of you causing you to scream out, your wrists were becoming raw from how you tried to move, but you loved the bite you just knew he would yell at you for harming yourself. Christian leaned down to press his forehead against yours, pressing the video camera down on the bed he used both of his hands to grip at your hips as he pulled you down onto him. You were in complete bliss, your stomach tightened harshly as you felt your orgasm approach again. You were sensitive and you felt like the sensitivity was going to make you cry.

“Christian- I’m close I can’t cum anymore.” You whimpered out screwing your eyes shut. He moved his arm to press his fingers against your clit rubbing it harshly. He was winding his hips against yours. You slowly opened your eyes to look up at him puckering your lips for a kiss, he leaned down to give it to you as your orgasm swept through your body once again, this time Christian came with you filling you to the brim as he let it held you close to his body. He groaned feeling your essence on his cock, pulling back slowly from you he watched as you shuddered and tried to calm down. He let you breathe for a few seconds, sweat sticking to his forehead, he moved to bend down pressing kisses along the curve of your hips biting into your ass cheek. Grabbing the camera, he tilted it up to the mirror, holding it there he pushed inside of you again slowly.

“C-Christian!” You cried out looking up at the male, tears of pleasure raking down your face as he shined the camera onto you, his length brushing into your abused pussy once again. He groaned watching you pull on the rope that bound your wrist together above your head. Your chocolate body covered with sweat, your hair plastered everywhere and the lust that was full blown in your pupils as you watched him. He pushed until he was fully buried inside of you.

“Come on be a big girl and take all of me. You’ve been doing well so far.” The way he spoke it to you, in that accent of his with a crooked cocky smirk had you ready to cum again. Nodding your head, you licked over your parted lips letting him bend one of your legs bad, the camera slowly tilting down to roam over your body, he wanted to capture every moment with you, watching through the lens as he slipped outside of your pussy, some of his cum escape your insides again as he pushed back inside of you causing you both to groan out in pleasure.

Christian moved slowly, in and out of you husky groans slipping past his lips as he watched himself continuing to slide inside of you. He put the camera down for the last time, he kissed up your body until his arms were wrapping around your waist and he was grinding deep inside of you. He kept it slow, letting your hips brush against each other as he buried himself with each stroke. He groaned against your warm skin, feeling his cock pulse with release but he was intent on getting you off first. His hands gripped at your ass cheeks, one finger pressing against the puckered entrance while your lips met once again. He was riding you, his hips brushing against your sensitive clit, your hands balled into fists as your pussy wrapped around cock. This round was the longest but cumming so many times back to back wasn’t easy on your body since you didn’t always go this many rounds.

You moaned for him, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist letting the heels of your foot press against his lower back. He kept thrusting, erratically and picking up the speed as he became needier. With three more strokes, he had you full out sobbing as you released for him, your hips pushing back but his hands pulled you back forward, his cock pushing so dep it hit your cervix. He spilled his cum inside of you one last time, pausing his hips as he broke the kiss to get a breath of air. Your eyes searched each other and he gave you a lazy smile pressing kisses all over your face.

“Thank you, baby.” He said sincerely nuzzling your noses together, pulling out of you he reached up to undo your wrists, turning off his camera he moved it back to his dresser, he moved to lay back beside you pulling your drained body against his playing in your hair.

“We are watching it later.” You huffed and he nodded kissing your forehead.

“Anything to keep you off candy crush.” He teased with a bright smile.