You heard your colleague’s voice in the background. But you didn’t react to it. You were focused on something else. Rather someone else. Your boss, that was sitting on the other end of the table, twisting and twirling a pen between his long, slender fingers. He was completely staring at you, head cocked to one side in a rather smug attitude. He was young, not much older than you. Only by a year or two. It always amazed you how successful he was for his age, but with that charm - although he most of the time radiated arrogance… and that smile, his success did not surprise you.
You’d lie if you said you weren’t attracted to him. Hell, that man could have his way with you without you even questioning it, you wouldn’t mind at all. In fact, you wanted it. You wanted him to fuck you, and by judging the look he was giving you, you understood he knew that, too. What made your chest rise and your heartbeat increase, was the fact that he tugged on the collar of his shirt. Then, he gazed up at you again, and the look he was shooting you this time made you weak. He wanted it, too.
Every friggin time I look at the prison scene with Karin yelling at telling Frank that he’s going to rot in a goddamn jail-cell I think about Frank’s reaction. Tell me he isn’t stunned, tell me he isn’t besotted. Because if he would be any more obvious he would wear heart-shaped eye-patches.
Warnings: cursing, smut, Dom!Dean x Sub!Reader, a little fluff, use of kinky sex toy (dont want to ruin the build up), orgasm denial, fingering, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, getting dirty in Baby, it’s just smut yall, pure, unadulterated SMUT!
A/N: This is the third part to my Vegas trilogy! I have no plans of continuing this series any further! A huge thanks as always goes to @avasmommy224 for being my beta and her amazing reactions after she read it (i was worried it was too much)
Inspiration for this fic came from this song, used some of the lyrics as well ;) no copyright infringement intended!!
The next morning you were surprised to find Dean’s arms still wrapped tight around your body. You gently lifted the arm draped across your waist, only causing him to tighten his hold. He shuffled around on his side of the bed before trailing soft kisses down the back of your neck. “Dean, I really need to get up.” you giggled when the stubble from his jaw grazed over a sensitive spot on your neck.
“I’m really surprised you’re still here. I thought you’d be gone like you were last time. What changed?” His kisses suddenly stopped and his grip loosened before moving away from you completely. You turned around and faced him, splaying your fingers over the muscles in his stomach.
“Uhm, excuse me?”, you asked a young girl passing by you while juggling
a bunch of pears without touching them. It amazed you how openly those kids
used their powers, as if they weren’t peculiar in any way. Well, they weren’t
at this school, you reminded yourself. The girl stopped and eyed you curiously.
“Would you mind telling me where I can find Professor Xavier’s office?”, you
asked and smiled.
“It’s down the hall, to the left.”, she responded and turned around to
pick up a pear she had dropped.
“Thanks.” Your heels loudly hit the floor as you walked past doors
behind which you could feel the presence of students and teachers, children and
adults. You were neither, you thought, and still, you were here. Right now you
were just looking for someone to tell you how to use your abilities. You were
hoping the Professor could maybe provide you with some information.
A/N: I saw the gif below and immediately thought of Jensen
as a teacher bending me over a desk and I thought I should share the fantasy with
you all. Enjoy!!
Everyone else was counting down the seconds to the final
bell signifying summer, graduation, and the final end of your undergraduate
You were watching Mr. Ackles bend over to grab a textbook
and then squat down to take a closer look.
Standing back up and turning his eyes raised to find yours.
His signature wink made you shift in your seat as you bit at your lip.
Seconds before the bell rang he crossed to the classroom
door and blocked it as kids groaned. “I know, I know, I just want you all to
know that I enjoyed having you in my class. Good luck to you seniors, don’t
trip on the stage.” His laugh rippled through his body as he looked up at the
Just as the bell rang he turned back to the class, saluting.
“It’s been a pleasure, now get out.”
Everyone grabbed their bags, heading out and making plans
for the night. You motioned your friends to go ahead, making some excuse you
had to talk to him about a grade or something.
“Hey Mr. Ackles,” he just laughed and shook his head.
“I told you guys to call me Jensen, I’m just an associate
professor, no need to be too formal.”
“Well, Jensen, I need you to take a look at something for
me. I’m turning in a late assignment for another class. We had to write what
our goal for this semester was and if we achieved it. Can you take a look at
it?” Jensen smiled and took the paper, walking back to the front table, not
noticing you flip the lock on the door.
This semester started with the goal to
graduate, pass all my classes, and finally finish my degree. When I saw Mr.
Jensen Ackles walk into my classroom though, goals changed. Now all I could
think about was ripping his tie off, running my fingers through that sexy hair,
palming the delicious looking bulge in the front of his pants, among other things.
A/N: Guys this is the first time I have EVER written smut! So please! Please PLEASE! TELL me what you think! I honestly am shitting myself because I don’t know if I’m good at writing smut! So please give me your honest opinions! Plus (cos I’m a pure soul) I don’t actually know that much about sex (position names etc) so please bare with me! (Sorry for any mistakes! I’ll edit it tomorrow! I’m just too tired!)
How you had gotten yourself into this mess you didn’t understand. Your English teacher, Mr Min had given you detention when he accused you of throwing a piece of paper at the back of his head. You wouldn’t of minded if you had done it, but it infuriated you that Mr Min didn’t have any evidence of the crime. At the same time, however, you were kind of glad. For about 2 years you had crushed on your English teacher, you just couldn’t help but have naughty thoughts about him late at night, while you pleasured yourself under your bed covers, suppressing your moans, trying hard not to wake up your family as you inserted your middle finger into your dripping entrance, coating it with your essence.
Tapping your pencil against your desk angrily, you impatiently waited for the bell to ring to indicate that school ended. You planned on getting out of school as quickly as possible because if you stayed with Mr Min for 2 hours of detention alone, you’d seriously loose your mind. With your bag already secretly packed, you had your left hand placed on the back of your chair, while the other was placed on your desk, pencil still in hand, ready to make a bolt for it.
“Come on, come on, come on,” you muttered under your breath, trying not to draw any attention to yourself. After about a minute, the bell rang and you almost ran out of the door. Running through the corridors you pushed through the sea of students pouring out of the classrooms down the hall. Taking a left turn to the main entrance your pace had picked up as you were not sprinting towards the door.
“Almost there,” you said to yourself, hope beginning to fill you up. It had all instantly disappeared however when a hand firmly grabbed your wrist, drawing you to a halt. Spinning around on your heel your eyes locked with a pair of dark brown orbs, glaring back at you.
“Not trying to get out of detention now are we, Miss (Surname)?” Mr Min’s low voice rang in your ears, causing you to subtly rub your thighs together. His voice always did that to you, no matter what the situation. The hallway was not mostly empty with about 6 or 7 students grabbing things out of their lockers or making their way out of the door.
“Come with me,” he spoke quietly, almost as if he was trying to suggest something. Tugging at your wrist, semi-roughly he complied and followed behind him, to the detention room.
Upon reaching the room which just so happened to be his office, he pulled you inside the room, and locked the door, preventing you from escaping. Placing your hands on his desk, you took deep breaths, beginning to slightly freak out.
From behind you, Yoongi licked his lips, trying hard not to look and think about the way your skirt had raised up when you leant forward slightly to catch your breath. Clearing his throat, you manoeuvred around you and sat down in the computer chair opposite you.
“For the next 2 hours, you’ll be helping me sort out my exam papers for my students,” Mr Min explained coldly, sending chills down your spine. This hadn’t gone unnoticed as he raised an eyebrow. “Is something wrong Miss (Surname)?”
“N-No, sir I’m just cold,” you coughed slightly through your sentence to clear your throat, as it had become harsh.
“Very well,” Mr Min stood up out of his chair and made his way to the heater in his room. “I get that your legs are most likely cold from wearing your skirt, so I don’t have any objections to turning on my heater,” he replied as you gave a slight nod.
“Thank you, sir,” you mumbled, as you once again, rubbed your thighs together.
“Now let’s get started,” he spoke sternly, as he made his way back to his chair and sat down. “You’ll start by counting each paper, making sure there is enough for every 3rd-year student, and there should be about 170,” Mr Min continued. Your jaw almost hit the floor, you could barely think just being in the same room as your teacher alone, now he wanted you to count.
“Yes sir,” you muttered as you leant over his desk you grab the papers. Yoongi couldn’t avert his eyes from your now exposed cleavage, as you bent over. That was the last straw, Yoongi was sick of waiting.
“Stop calling me that,” Yoongi’s voice lowered dangerously.
“Calling you what sir?” you asked, your eyes staring at him in confusion.
“That. Stop calling me sir. I much prefer daddy,” Yoongi smirked when he noticed you had choked on air.
“What!?” you asked as you began to back away slightly. Yoongi quickly took action, firmly gripping your wrist and pulling you forward again, causing you to yelp in surprise.
“You heard me. I want you to call me daddy, I’m tired of watching to strut around in your tight ass shirt, and short skirt, showing off your underwear every time you bend over in front of me. By break or lunch, I have to quickly make my way to the bathroom and relieve myself because of you,” he snapped, as he pulled you further onto the desk, while with his other hand, he pushed away all the papers.
“An hour and 30 minutes until your detention is over, that’s enough time,” Yoongi muttered to himself as he straddled your waist, keeping you from squirming around.
“S-Sir!” you squeaked. Yoongi glared at you, to which you instantly picked up on your mistake. “D-Daddy!” you rephrased as a smirk played at his lips. “I-I’m not sure about th-” you were cut off when Yoongi silenced you, crashing his lips onto yours.
Shocked you stared at him wide-eyed until he pulled away licking his lips hungrily.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” he spoke breathlessly. Leaning down he planted his lips on your again, but this time you kissed him back, slightly startling Yoongi. Once again pulling away, you both panted loudly.
“I’m going to make you feel so good,” Yoongi muttered into your neck, the tent in his trousers becoming more painful by the second. Yoongi then began to attack your neck, sucking and nipping at the skin, causing a moan to slip past your lips.
“F-fuck daddy,” you moaned, your hands tightly gripping on his arms, as you felt yourself beginning to soak through your underwear. Yoongi quickly got off of you and laid right in between your legs.
“Hmm, yes I want to hear how vocal I can make you. Be a good girl and do that for me,” Yoongi breathed into your neck, as his hands rested on your thighs and slowly raised your skirt up. His index fingers hooked themselves around the waistband on your underwear and slowly pulled them down, exposing your heat to a new temperature, making you shiver. Yoongi stepped back and admired your glistening core.
“Fuck you’re beautiful and so wet. Because you’ve been such a good girl, I guess I’ll reward you,” Yoongi growled as he knelt down in front on your heat. “You’ve teased me enough, now it’s my turn,” he muttered to himself, as he dipped his head down in licked a slow strip up your core. A rather loud moan erupted from your throat.
“F-fuck daddy!” you growled, as your hand travelled down to Yoongi’s hair and pulled it roughly. Yoongi moaned into your core, sending vibrations all throughout your body, and yet another moan escaped your lips.
“That’s it let me hear you,” Yoongi laughed, as your grip on his hair tightened.
“Daddy, p-p-please stop teasing me! I-I need you so badly,” you groaned in between.
“Hmm, I don’t know if you deserve it,” Yoongi hummed continued to lick up your slit until he got to your clit. Lightly he sucked on it, as he brought his hand up to your entrance and slipped a finger past your folds and into you. Slowly, he pumped in and out of you, continuing to suck on your clit, only this time it was harder.
Placing your hand over your mouth, you tried your hardest to suppress your moans.
“If you dare try to keep quiet, I’ll make sure you get punished,” Yoongi snarled as he pulled away from your clit with a loud ‘pop.’ Instantly you pulled your hand away from your mouth and went back to gripping his hair.
“D-daddy I-I’m gonna-”
“Come for me then princess, I want to eat every last bit of you until your begging for me to stop,” Yoongi smirked, as he pulls his finger out of you, making you whine at the sudden emptiness in your core. But it was quickly replaced with his tongue.
After a few more licks, you groaned as you reached your high, and released into Yoongi’s mouth. He moaned when the warm liquid hit his tongue, as he swallowed and continued to lick you clean like he had promised.
Yoongi crawled back up to you and kissed you, allowing you to taste yourself. A sudden burst of confidence came to you as you palmed Yoongi through his pants, making him hiss in pain.
“I think I should return the favour,” you muttered. Yoongi wasted no time to climb off of you and rid himself of his trousers and boxers, allowing you to stare at his length. He was much bigger than you had imagined, considering he was much shorter than the other teachers.
Slowly sitting up and climbing off the desk you knelt down in front of Yoongi and firmly gripped his cock, making him hiss once again. Carefully you ran your hand up and down his length a couple of time, before leaning forward and putting the top of his cock inside your mouth.
“Shit!” he growled, as he gripped your hair, making your moan, the vibrations causing him to pull your hair once again. Taking in more of his shaft you slowly bobbed your head up and down, your hand taking what you couldn’t fit in your mouth.
“Fuck you feel amazing! You’re a natural,” Yoongi complimented, kicking his head back in pleasure. “Touch yourself, I want to see you come undone as you suck me off,” Yoongi demanded. Quickly obeying his order, you used your other hand and started drawing quick circles on your clit lightly, making you moan once again. “Yes, just l-like that.”
“I’m close, j-just a little more princess,” Yoongi stuttered. Wasting no time, you went as quickly as you could, deep throating him, earning a pleasured moan from his as he released his seed into your mouth. With little to no effort, you swallowed his semen whole, and stuck out your tongue, showing Yoongi you had swallowed.
“Get up, and bend over the desk,” Yoongi pointed behind you and you quickly followed his command. Leaning over the desk you shivered as you nipples came into contact with the cold desk. Yoongi stood behind you as he kneaded your ass, in an almost comforting manner.
A light gasp escaped your lips with Yoongi brought his hand back and slapped you across your ass, leaving a red mark on your right cheek. A whine left your lips as he struck your ass again, but harder.
“That’s right scream my name,” Yoongi smirked as he continuously spanked you.
“D-Daddy!” you spoke loudly, which satisfied Yoongi.
“That’s it baby girl, just like that. Now I want you to continue to be that vocal when I pound you into the desk. Are we clear?” he asked with an eyebrow raised. Nodding in reply Yoongi smirked as he positioned himself at your drenched entrance and slowly began to slip into you.
A moan slipped past both of your lips as Yoongi went deeper every second. Once fully inside of you, Yoongi waited for a second, allowing you to get used to his size.
“P-please move daddy,” you muttered. Yoongi smiled as he slowly pulled back, and suddenly slammed into you. Loud moans escaped your lips with each thrust. With one hand still on your hips, Yoongi brought his hand down to your sensitive clit and pinched it making you moan even louder. A few seconds later, Yoongi joined in with your moans, as he pounded into you.
You whined loudly when Yoongi pulled out of you, making you feel empty. Lifting you up onto the desk and turning you around to face him, Yoongi grabbed your shirt and ripped it open, the buttons of your shirt flying to different parts of the room. He then pulled your bra off with one swift motion and leant forward to attach his lips to your left nipple, which his other hand pinched the other.
Melodic sounds fell from your mouth as Yoongi switched between your breasts every few minutes, giving each one of them the same amount of attention as the other. While doing this, Yoongi slipped back into you and firmly gripped your waist with his free hand.
“Touch yourself for me again,” Yoongi ordered. Quickly your hand slithered down your body and came into contact with your clit. Pinching it roughly you arched your back when Yoongi took your nipple in between his teeth and pulled at it.
“F-fuck!” you growled, you hand getting tangled in his hair once again as He mercilessly pounded into you. “I’m close!” you yelled.
“M-me too,” Yoongi muttered. After a couple more sloppy thrusts, you moaned loudly as you reached your high, coming once again other his length. A few minutes later Yoongi had finished and had almost collapsed on top on you.
Lazily, Yoongi stood up and grabbed a couple of wiped from his top desk drawer and cleaned you up, making you shiver in surprise at how cold it was. After Yoongi had finished cleaning you up, he gently picked you up bridal style and sat you down in his computer chair.
Carefully he helped you get dressed, continuing to not say a word as you sat there and stared at him.
“I’m sorry,” Yoongi finally spoke. “I stepped way out of line, and I shouldn’t have done any of that. You have my deepest apologies, I understand if you want to tell the principle,” Yoongi muttered sadly.
“Why would I tell the principle, I clearly wanted it,” you replied with a shrug as Yoongi looked up at you in surprise.
“Seriously?” he asked in disbelief, to which you nodded. A soft smile spread across his features as he stood up and got dressed.
“You ripped my favourite shirt though,” you sighed in annoyance you stared at your shirt that lay on the floor in a crumpled heap.
“Sorry about that, here you can borrow an extra one that I keep in my wardrobe, you never know when something could happen,” Yoongi laughed. He quickly made his way over to the wardrobe and pulled out an oversized white shirt.
“Thank you,” you muttered, as you grabbed your bra also and pulled it over your head. “You know, I’ve actually had a thing for you for 2 years now, I was just too shy to say anything,” you spoke shyly, as you buttoned up the shirt, avoiding eye contact with Yoongi.
“Well you’re in luck because I’ve felt to same,” he chuckled when your head shot up and you stared at him wide-eyed. “Sorry I didn’t mention it sooner,” he laughed awkwardly. A warm smile played at your lips and you stood up, made your way towards him and planted a sweet kiss on his lips, to which he returned it.
“I love you,” he muttered, making you nod in agreement.
“I love you too… si- I mean Daddy,” you replied shyly.
“Don’t worry love, you can call me Yoongi, only during sex do I get called Daddy,” he smirked as he stepped closer to you and wrapped his arms around your waist.
“So what do you say? Want a second round? We still have 45 minutes,” Yoongi suggested.
Request: Saw that your requests are open? Could you do one where the reader is sam and deans lil sister (like 16) and is secretly bi, and john figures it out and she’s scared he won’t accept it but he does and super fluff???? Sorry that was so specific
Pairing: John x daughter!reader. Dean x sister!reader. Sam x sister!reader.
Note: Forgive me if John’s character is a little off. Everyone is still in school, in the fic!
Please let me know if you would like to be tagged!
Hope you enjoy it!
“So did you finish the project?” You asked Sam. He sat beside you on the bench. Both you two and Dean were currently waiting to be picked up.
“Yeah. I finished mine yesterday,” Sam went on to tell you on what he did, but you zoned out. You were watching Dean and the girl he was with. Dean would do what he does with all girls, then you all would be gone within the week.
That girl he was with, she had a younger sister in the same grade as you and you liked her. Liking both guys and girls made life a little difficult. Others normally tend to overlook people like you. You’d never tell anyone. Who knows what they’d say? Especially your dad…
“Y/N, are you there?” Sam waved a hand in front of you, pulling you out of your daze. You looked back towards him.
“Yeah,” You shook your head slightly. Sam pointed towards the road and you saw the familiar vehicle pull up. “Great.”
You and Sam headed for the car, with Dean not far behind. You all knew not to keep him waiting. You slid into the back with Sam.
“Everything good? No fights today, right?” John spoke up. He stopped to look at each one of you. There had been a lot of fights lately, mostly between Dean and others, but occasionally, Sam or you would get into a fight.
“No, sir,” Dean shook his head, staring straight ahead at the road. John looked to Sam.
“No, sir,” Sam copied Dean, then they both looked towards you.
“What about you?” John spoke, but you were looking out the back window, staring at her. She was out talking to her sister and you couldn’t help but stare. John followed your eyes. He titled his head ever so slightly, but then resumed. “Y/N!”
“Oh. N-no, sir,” You jumped slightly. Forcing your eyes away and turning back to your father. He rose one eyebrow slightly, but then turned back around and headed for the motel. Your eyes cascaded downward and you stared at your lap.
You felt Sam put his hand on yours and you looked towards him. He gave you a small nod. He always made sure you were okay after a talk with dad. You gave a small smile back and looked foward, awaiting the arrival back at the motel.
“And that’s how it’s done,“ Sam threw the pencil down and leaned back into the chair.
“Oh. Why didn’t the teacher just explain that way, then?” You titled your head, looking at your older brother.
“They just do what they think is the easiest,” Sam told you. You sighed.
“Why is school so confusing?” You grumbled, head hitting the table.
“Well-” Sam began.
“Sam,” John spoke.
“Yes sir?” Sam looked around to his father, you doing the same. A worried expression filled your face. Both he and Dean had just got back from a hunt, and now he was wanting Sam.
“Go stand out there with Dean,” John commanded.
“Can I just fin-”
Sam exited the room without another word. This only left you and John. You watched, through the window, as Sam headed towards the impala, where Dean was leaning against the side of it. You heard John clear his throat.
“So, Y/N, when I picked all of you up a couple days ago,” he started, “I noticed that you were looking at someone.”
You didn’t say anything, but you felt your heart rate speed up. You didn’t dare look away, in fear of why he might do. Dean always told you to keep your head held high and don’t break eye contact.
“You like her, don’t you?” He questioned you. There was no backing out now. You didn’t know what you expected, for the great John Winchester not to find out?
“Y-yes… sir,” Your eyes went downward. You couldn’t look at him. You couldn’t lie to him.
“Hey, hey! Look at me,” His voice was strict, but soft. You slowly tilted your head up at him. “I’m not upset.”
“I’m not upset,” John sat down in the chair Sam was in, “I’ve seen that look in your eyes before. And as long as they treat you right, then we’re good.” John gave a small smile at you.
“T-thank you,” You smiled. You still couldn’t believe it.
“Just make sure I don’t have to send your brothers to go beat someone up.”
Requests: Hello! I was wondering if you could write a josh dun x reader(smut). Where like josh is really dominate and rough with some kinky shit thrown into the mix like handcuffs and belts..hehe sorry that I have a fucked up mind! But thanks for reading!!
a fluffy (idk smutty if you want) imagine where reader tells Josh she’s pregnant possibly a few weeks after heated sex? Thanks I love your work
A/N: Happy Thanksgiving! Here’s some sin 😀 So I don’t usually combine requests but I thought these two would work well together and I made it extra long. I could’ve split it into 2 imagines but you know… I do what I want.
Josh had been home from tour for a few days now and you two still hadn’t left the house. You just couldn’t seem to bring yourself to separate from him. You had spent months missing his presence and now that he was back it was like you two were attached at the hip. And of course you spent most of the day touching each other. Whether it was holding hands or kissing or well… let’s just say Josh felt the need to make up for lost time in the bedroom.
And that’s where the two of you were right now. Josh had moved the two of you upstairs when one of your make out sessions had gotten a little too hot. He was now straddling you, shirtless I might add, and leaving some more hickeys to your growing collection on your neck.
“Josh,” you whimpered as he hit one of your many sweet spots.
“I missed this so much.” His breath was warm against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. “You’re such a good girl.” He reattached his mouth to your neck, and you didn’t know if it was his words or his lips, but you let out a soft moan.
“I need-” a wave of pleasure left your sentence incomplete.
“What do you need babygirl?” Josh brought his eyes up to meet yours and you could see the craving in them. “Use your words.”
“Y-you,” you whimpered. “I need you.”
“What do you need me to do?” He loved teasing you like this, knowing that it was him that caused you to become this flustered.
“Touch me.” It didn’t even take a second before he was pulling your shorts down your legs. His rough hands parted your legs and his head dipped between them. He started leaving light kisses on your thighs, slowly trailing them upwards. Your breath hitched once he reached your panties. His eyes flicked up to yours before he took the thin material between his teeth and tugged them down your legs.
“I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this,” Josh said, returning to his previous position, “writhing around and begging me for more. You’re so good for me princess.” And before you could respond his mouth was back on you, sending ripples of pleasure throughout your entire body.
You brought your hands to the back of his head and tangled your fingers in his colored hair. You raised your hips, silently begging him to continue.
“I thought you were going to be a good girl for me,” Josh tsked, pressing your hips back down into the mattress. “I let the hair pulling slide, but I think you need to be reminded who’s in charge here.” You loved it when Josh showed his dominant side. The last few days were mostly vanilla, making sure that you were both reminded how much you loved each other. But you were excited to return to your normal routine.
Josh climbed off the bed and opened one of the drawers in your dresser. You took the time to fully appreciate his back muscles, and when he turned back around you noticed how low his jeans were hanging on his hips. You were too focused on his body that you didn’t realize what he was holding until you felt the cool metal clasp around your wrists. Your arms were now held above your head, handcuffed to the bedpost. The metal dug into your skin as you tried to free yourself from the restraints.
“Now, now. Don’t do that, you’re going to hurt yourself.” Josh trailed his lips down your neck, causing you to shiver. “Now, where was I?” He slid back down your body and nipped at the skin on the inside of your thighs.
“Joshy,” you whined. That was all it took for his tongue to swipe across your clit, and once again you pulled against the handcuffs. His rough hands wrapped around your thighs and squeezed, his tongue continuing to work against you. Your breaths became quick and rapid as his mouth expertly moved against your core, knowing exactly which movements made you moan out in pleasure.
“So sweet for me,” Josh mumbled against you, the vibrations causing you to raise your hips against his grip in need of more. His right hand quickly moved from your thigh as he inserted his index finger inside of you. “Just can’t contain yourself can you?” he asked, knowing the answer already.
“N-no I, I can’t Josh I can-n’t,” you stuttered. His brown eyes looked up at you, a devious grin spread across his face. He moved back up your body and kissed you harshly, adding another finger to the one that was pumping into you. He pulled away and stared intensely at you, soaking in the look of ecstasy that was engulfing you.
He added another finger and his thumb brushed across your clit every so often. You could feel yourself getting close and you knew you had to tell Josh, but words had completely escaped you. Between his fingers working you and his unfaltering stare you just couldn’t contain yourself any longer. He felt you clench around his fingers as you screamed his name along with various other profanities.
“Babygirl, you know the rules. You’re supposed to ask for permission.” Josh tsked, removing his hand from you and standing up from the bed. You knew you were in for it now and quietly awaited your punishment. “Turn over, ass up,” he said sternly, unlooping his belt from his jeans.
You struggled a little trying to flip yourself over since the handcuffs were still locked around your wrists, but you eventually managed to get in the position he instructed you to.
“I know I’ve been gone for a while, but I didn’t expect you to act up this much. Now I think you deserve twenty for your actions. What do you think?” Josh dragged the leather down your spine and down the backs of your thighs. You nodded, anticipating the snap of the belt against you. “Ah, ah. Use your words.”
“Yes, sir,” you answered, squeezing your eyes shut as the first shock of pain hit. After ten, the pain had mostly subsided and you started craving the feeling of the leather against your sensitive skin. The next blow caused a moan to erupt from your mouth.
“Of course you’re enjoying this, you little slut,” he growled, swinging the looped belt harder against you. “I bet I could get you off again just by doing this.” The remaining hits left you breathless as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through your body. Josh’s calloused hand smoothed across the now bright pink skin. “So dirty for me, aren’t you Y/N?” You nodded and looked over your shoulder at him, waiting for him to decide what to do next.
He moved to the head of the bed and unclasped the handcuffs, running his thumbs over the indented skin on your wrists. He left a few kisses on them before guiding you into a sitting position.
“Stand up for me,” he ordered. You gently slid off of the bed and he turned you so that you were facing away from him. The cold metal returned to your wrists as you heard the cuffs being re-tightened to their previous position. Josh swept the hair away from your neck and left a few kisses there before whispering, “turn around and get on your knees.”
You did as he said, feeling the plush carpet beneath your knees as you looked up at him with innocent eyes. He unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down along with his boxers so that they were pooled at his ankles. “You know what to do.”
You leaned forward and wrapped your mouth around his length, teasing the tip of it slightly with your tongue. He let out a soft groan and combed his fingers through your hair, urging you to take more of him into your mouth. When you didn’t automatically comply he moved his hand to the back of your head and pushed you towards him. You could feel him hit the back of your throat as he pushed deeper, not caring that you were gagging on him.
“You feel so good y/n,” he whimpered, lightly thrusting his hips. You hummed causing him to buck his hips faster. “That’s it baby.” You could tell Josh was lost in his own head by this point, his movements had become mechanical as you continued to gag on his length, tears forming in your eyes from the lack of oxygen moving into your lungs.
Josh suddenly stopped, wrapping his hand under your chin and pulling you to your feet. He brushed the hair that stuck to your sweat coated face.
“You’re so good for me,” he cooed, “but I think I need something else from you.” He roughly pushed you back on the bed, your hands now trapped beneath you. In one swift movement he climbed on top of you and you could feel him at your entrance. “I love you, Y/N.” And with that he quickly thrust into you, causing your back to arch. Josh was moving at a rapid pace, the bed thumping against the wall in time with his movements. And all you could do was lay there and let him have his way. Even if your wrists weren’t clasped together under you, the pleasure you felt would be enough to leave you motionless.
Josh leaned down and attached his lips to your collarbone, nipping at the skin every once in a while. You felt yourself getting close again as his lips reached the sweet spot on your neck.
“J-Josh,” you breathed, “I’m.. I’m gonna..”
His actions stopped suddenly and he looked down at you with an animalistic hunger in his eyes. “Ah ah. Not yet.” His body moved from yours and he climbed to the top of the bed, sitting with his back against the head board. He motioned for you to come over and you started to try and pull yourself up from where you were laying. But between your hands being stuck under you and the growing exhaustion that was hitting you, your attempts were fairly futile. You looked up at Josh and, with a simple look, pleaded for him to help you.
Josh let out a soft laugh as he moved to pick you up, maneuvering you so that you were straddling his lap. He let his hands drop to your hips and helped guide you down onto him. You took a second to readjust to the new position, but after a few seconds Josh had grown impatient and his grip on your hips became much tighter. You let him help you balance as you quickened the pace. Your eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure coursed back through your body.
“Josh,” you moaned.
“I know baby. Just- ah. Just a little longer.” Josh’s head fell back against the wall, groaning as he urged you to move faster. By now, he was almost completely supporting you, having to move his hips up to meet yours. As Josh’s groans grew louder you could tell he was close. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you against your chest, “Come with me, princess,” he whispered into your ear. His warm breath sending shivers down your spine right before you finally let go. Your whole body was shaking as you felt him release in you, both of you moaning each other’s names.
Your movements halted and you took a second to catch your breath, letting your head rest against his chest.
“Oh my god you’re so perfect Y/N. I love you so much.” He rubbed his hands up and down your back before letting them slip down to the metal that was still clamped around your wrists. He quickly undid the handcuffs and your arms fell to your side. You probably could have fallen asleep right at that second if it weren’t for Josh lifting you up and carrying you to your shared bathroom. “Why don’t I run you a bath and then we can watch a movie and cuddle afterwards?”
“That sounds perfect,” you mumbled, “you’re perfect.”
-6 weeks later-
Three days of what you thought was just a stomach bug had you questioning what was really going on. Everyday you had woken up and before you could even think about drinking your daily cup of coffee, you were in the bathroom puking up whatever was in your stomach at the time.
“Still sick?” Josh asked, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
“I’m not sure if this is just the flu. What’s the date?” you asked, fear already coursing through your veins.
“The twentieth, why?” As soon as he said that, your worst fears were confirmed, and it only took Josh ten more seconds to figure it out for himself. “Oh. Oh wow. Um,” he stuttered. “Should we uh. Should we get a test then?”
You couldn’t speak. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Sure, you and Josh had been dating for two years now, but you never planned on having a baby before you were married. What would your family think? Hell, what would the fans think?
“Hey,” Josh kneeled in front of you, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek. “It’ll be okay. No matter what happens I love you. I’m not going anywhere.” You nodded and allowed him to help you off the tiled floor, intertwining your fingers together as you set out to figure out if your life was about to change in a very big way.
Thirty minutes and a large glass of water later, you were nervously pacing around the bathroom while Josh leaned against the counter.
“Y/N. Stop freaking out. You’ll be an amazing mom. So what if we aren’t married? We were going to have kids anyways. We’ve talked about it. And you know we’re going to get married. Things just happened in a different order for us.”
“My moms gonna kill me. Oh my god. Everybody is going to think I’m a slut! Why did this happen to me? I’m a good person. Hell, you’re an even better person. What did we do to deserve this?” You had been in shock ever since the little plus sign showed up on that stupid little stick.
“Your mom isn’t going to kill you and nobody is going to think you’re a slut. Babe, we’ve been together for over two years. We’re going to be okay.” He finally moved to wrap his arms around you, and his touch instantly calmed you. His arms always made you feel safe and now wasn’t an exception. “Now, lets go lay down and relax. All this stress isn’t good for the baby.”
The baby. There’s a human inside of me. The realization made you feel even more sick than you had that morning, but you allowed Josh to lead you back into the bedroom. He pulled the sheets down and allowed you to climb under them before laying them back over you. As soon as he slid in next to you, you curled into his side.
“I love you. And I don’t regret our actions. Im excited to meet the little human we’ve created. I can’t wait to love them as much as I love you. And spoil them. And I know you’re excited to pick out all the little outfits for them, and paint their nursery.” The more Josh talked, the more you thought about how good this could be for the two of you.
“They aren’t allowed to play the drums until they’re five. Maybe six,” you said. “And no dyeing their hair until they’re like twenty.” You both laughed at what you seemed to think were immediate concerns for your child.
“Only if we can name them Mulder.”
“What if it’s a girl?” You giggled.
“Well then she’d be named Scully. Duh.” You rolled your eyes at his childlike ways.
“You’re a dork.”
“Thats too bad. Hopefully I didn’t pass my dork genes on to our kid,” he joked.
You looked up at him, wondering how on earth you were now having a kid with this absolute child that was laying next to you. But instead of being scared, you were happy. Josh was going to be a great dad. He was always good with kids. And the way he was talking, you could tell he was looking forward to all of this. And even though people would have negative reactions to the news, it didn’t matter anymore. Because all that mattered was that Josh would be next to you through it all.
dom!Joshua smut, could you do something really kinky ? :)
you came to the right place asking for something kinky hh i hope it’s not too much or too little
Disclaimer: includes bondage, spanking and slight choking
Joshua wrapped his arms around you while you were picking up some of the trash left in the living room.
“Hey,” you answered softly and slightly leaned into his hug. It was nice having him back home, just the two of you now.
“I’ve heard a little rumour about my girl,” Joshua murmured, his smile audible from his voice. He pulled you as close as possible and rested his chin on your shoulder, pressing his lips against your skin lightly.
“What is it?” You asked, liking the tone of his voice and growing more excited by the second. You put the stuff you had in your hands back down and put your hands on top of his.
“That you broke your promise,” he said sternly. Anyone else would have probably sounded really mad if they would’ve said anything like that but Joshua’s voice was still so sweet.
But although his voice was sweet, your eyes widened out of shock. You had fucked up big time.
“I can explain,” you started to babble, knowing exactly what he was on about but Joshua didn’t want to hear your explanations. “So, you admit that you talked about our sex life to your friends last night?” He asked, although he didn’t exactly present it as a question. As he well knew you had.
One of your friends was having an on and off relationship with Jeonghan and apparently they were very close with one another, so the word of mouth spread fast. You hadn’t told your friends they shouldn’t tell anyone about this because firstly, they knew it already and secondly, you didn’t really mind getting punished by Joshua.
Now, your sex life with Joshua was something you both usually liked to keep behind the bedroom door and between just the two of you. But you couldn’t contain your excitement when your friends started asking you things and bragging with their experiences. And besides, your sex life wasn’t the most ordinary out there.
Joshua seemed like an innocent, all round sweet guy; and he was, that was no lie. But he did have his more rough side in the bedroom that no one could’ve imagined.
He was kinky and dominant, which was quite the opposite of his usual funny and charming image and you couldn’t just keep your mouth shut when you met up with your best friends for a sleepover. And now apparently, the word had gone around through Jeonghan, who had of course told about it to Joshua.
You didn’t necessarily take the kinky stuff past the bedroom either but you knew that if you disobeyed the “rules” you had set up together, there would be consequences. However, these consequences were the ones you enjoyed and not the ones where you two would actually find yourself in an argument with Joshua - he didn’t mind that much.
You nodded slowly to answer Joshua’s indirect question, closing your eyes and letting him hold you close.
“What have I told you?” Joshua said, hands releasing from around you and climbing up to hold your arms glued to your sides. He yanked you a little closer, causing you to gasp. “Answer me sweetheart. What have I told you?” he demanded, his voice still soft and gentle, the complete opposite of his touch.
You tried to move a little but Joshua didn’t let you, his hands holding you tightly. “That I shouldn’t brag about us,” you said quietly.
“Yes. So why did you do it? Don’t you know what it leads to?” Joshua asked with a calm voice, his thumbs rubbing circles on your skin. He would do small gestures like that to make sure neither of you took the situation seriously.
You shook your head as an immediate response.
“No? Are you sure?” Joshua murmured in your ear, lips hovering over your ear. His lips were basically touching you already, causing you to shiver involuntarily. He definitely felt you jolt up ever so slightly which caused him to laugh quietly. “I’m sure,” you whispered, gasping when Joshua let go of you.
“Your body is telling me otherwise, look at you - you were basically pressing yourself against me,” Joshua said, taking a few steps away from you and eyeing you up and down. “Go undress yourself for me sweetie and wait for me on the bed,” he commanded, heading towards your wardrobe. “Yes,” you obeyed and walked to the bedroom. “Yes what?” Joshua asked before you could close the door behind you. You stopped at the entrance and bit your lip, this was turning you on faster than you thought it would.
“That’s my girl. I’ll be right back.”
It didn’t take you long to throw off your clothes and get ready on the bed and neither did it take long for him to come into the room with rope and a paddle. He didn’t waste time in getting his own clothes off either, throwing everything on the floor except his boxers which he left on.
He climbed on the bed next to you and motioned you to sit up. You two didn’t talk - you just looked at him rolling the rope around his hands and straightening it. He asked you to lift your hands up and you expected him to tie the rope just around your wrists but oh no, that wasn’t good enough.
He wrapped the rope around your torso, right under your breasts and then from the back, he lifted the rope up so that it would come from above your breasts. He continued playing around with the rope for a few minutes and basically framed your breasts with the rope and tying the end to a strong knot.
Your breasts were now perkier than ever, the rope really accentuating them and bringing them forward. He pulled back from you slightly and dipped his head down. Joshua licked your left nipple and then took it in his mouth, sucking hard. You groaned, your back arching and your hands flying behind his neck immediately.
He bit lightly, then increased the pressure, pulling back slightly. Every muscle in your body tightened, the feeling being so overwhelming. He repeated the same on the other side, making you whimper as the cool air of the room touched your wet nipple.
“No touching dear,” he mumbled when you played with his hair as he sucked on your nipples. You were quick to drop your hands to your sides, not wanting him to stop paying attention to your breasts just yet. He would’ve stopped if you didn’t obey - you knew that from experience.
You were undeniably getting a little impatient and very wet as he continued licking your breasts and slowly moving up to your collarbone. “Are you getting impatient?” Joshua asked, noticing from your fidgeting that you wanted to do something else, especially with the burning in your core. “Be honest with me now,” he added at the right moment, since you wouldn’t have dared to tell him otherwise. “Yes, sir.”
“That’s not how you’re supposed to say it,” Joshua said with that strict tone again, biting on your collarbone.
“I’m getting impatient, sir.”
“That’s better.” Joshua smiled, pushing you down on the bed. He let his fingers graze over the ropes around your breasts before placing his hand securely but carefully on your throat. He then leaned closer and kissed your neck, biting it gently once or twice. “You’re such a good girl, but what you did…was against our agreement. What should I do to a girl like you?” Joshua spoke between kissing your neck.
“Punish me, sir,” you moaned, closing your eyes when Joshua nibbled on your skin a little harder and as his other hand circled close to your heat. Also, the way he held his hand on your throat made you want to go absolutely wild, he didn’t even have an idea. So, you decided to control yourself by closing your eyes.
“And just how should I punish you, Y/N?” Joshua whispered against your ear before raising his head up so that he was able to look you in the eyes which to his surprise, were shut. He thought he might’ve bit you a little too hard but you both knew you had a safe word if anything uncomfortable were to happen and you didn’t use it. You opened your eyes when you couldn’t feel his lips on your skin anymore and faced his piercing gaze.
Your bodies were even closer now that you were laying on the bed, which meant that you could feel Joshua’s erection pressing against your upper thigh. Honestly, you wanted to scream at him to fuck you already but you knew that was not how any of this worked.
You looked around and remembered he had brought a paddle with him to the room and he didn’t bring it if there was no use for it. No matter what you requested he wanted to spank you - he had made up his mind and as the submissive one, you had to comply to his wishes.
“Spank me, sir. Please,” You said then, smiling to yourself when you felt him jolt a little. “Good choice,” he murmured and got up on his knees and requested for you to turn around.
“You’ve got such a pretty ass baby girl,” Joshua said and reached for the soft velour paddle he had brought with him and ran it across the skin on your bottom. Then, with a quick movement of his wrist, he spanked you with the paddle. You bit your lip, not making a noise, much to his displeasure - he loved when you whined for him.
“I’ll spank you five times. One, for not keeping your promise -” Another harsh spank came in contact with your already slightly reddened ass but you still kept silent, although you couldn’t help but to jerk every time he spanked you. “- two, for the same reason.” And again, the paddle hit your ass, this time a small whimper leaving your lips. “Three, for lying to me and saying you didn’t want to get punished”. Two more spanks came in contact with your skin, each coming with a reasoning.
You were mewling when he spanked you the final time, rubbing the paddle on your sensitive skin after. “You did well,” he acknowledged how well you lasted through that. He knew you loved to be spanked but that you also sometimes didn’t know your own limits and ended up with bruises you didn’t like the next day.
When you were ready to turn back to your back, Joshua grabbed ahold of your hips and pulled you roughly towards him. He clicked his tongue scoldingly and ran his cold finger along your wet slit, causing you to gasp loudly. “I tell you what to do,” he said, not losing the sweetness in his voice for a second.
He slipped his finger inside with ease and you cry out when you feel his warm lips on the spots on your ass that were left tingling from the spanking. He was leaving a trail of wet kisses all over your red skin, his finger slowly pumping in and out of you.
Then he pulls his finger out slowly and leaves a sloppy kiss on your ass. You thought he’d continue fingering you since he made you wait in silence, your small pants filling up the room before you felt his hard length pushing into you, and despite how often you did this, the action was still heavenly.
“You’re so desperate, aren’t you, my good little girl?”
You nod, your tongue practically hanging from your mouth in exhaustion - you knew you couldn’t last much longer like this. All the frustration that he had deliberately built up was about to explode inside of you and you’d come undone fast. He thrusted into you powerfully, fingers digging into your hips.
You were both moaning constantly, Joshua’s other hand even finding its way to your hair, pulling it back.
“Fuck me hard, sir,” you mewled as he was focused on rolling his hips. He began thrusting into you with all he had, pouring the rest of his energy into those minutes.
He gave one last thrust before coming undone inside you, pulling out when you moaned his name over and over again. You felt your knees get weak and you fell onto the bed, Joshua joining you soon after.
He pushed your hair away from your face and tucked it behind your ears and looked at you with pure adoration. You were both catching your breaths and without a word, you snuggled close to him and kissed his chest.
“Should we get the rope off of you?” Joshua asked, hands fiddling with the rope behind your back.
“Soon,” you answered and pulled his hands away from behind your back and instead put them on your waist. You heard him chuckle at you but he didn’t say anything, he just held you like you wanted.
And this was the beauty of your relationship - the balance between your wilder sex life and the affection you gave each other.