but what if she's married to the royal guy and beron is still here so he doesn't want to expose the mating bond and the guy is someone who works directly under eris. does he at all intervene in their relationship or does he leave them alone for the next century (till beron dies)? (assuming she doesn't know of the bond either)
oh man this is one of my favorite situations of all time to put eris into—mating bond snaps and only he knows but beron is still alive so he has to pretend it isn't there except the bond is such a tempting thing and he just can't quite stay away from her no matter how hard he tries so instead he has to be mean and cold and aloof and make her hate him except she can't understand why he behaves this way and for some reason it Really bothers her to think he doesn't like her and !!!!!
anywho :•) i think he knows he needs to leave them alone. that is the safest option. that is the wisest option. except—he knows her husband. he has to see her husband. he hears her husband talk, sometimes about her, and for a moment his whole body goes tense with the urge to kill him kill him kill him because she's his and another male carries her scent on him and another male knows the taste of her and the feel of her and the warmth of her and he doesn't and it drives him crrrrAZY. lord eris, the male asks. is everything alright? eris deflects onto something else and chokes the bond into submission and keeps it pushin
but there are banquets. galas. revels. she's there. with him. and regardless of whether this other male treats her well or mistreats her, whether he loves her dearly or is ambivalent, it all nettles eris the same. he has to exert some sort of influence over their relationship at this point. send her husband away in delegations. give him greater responsibilities as a boon and a kindness, only bog him down with adjudications and busywork. anything to keep him out of their marriage bed. i actually think it would be even better if the husband is a relatively Good Guy™ who Loves His Wife because that puts eris in this position of having to ruin something good she has because he wants her for himself. makes him selfish and possessive and proprietary 👅
maybe she seeks private audience one afternoon. plaintively requests that, whatever her husband did to earn his ire, perhaps they might settle it elsewise. (bold! so brazen! what is she thinking? except for some reason she feels justified in doing so—feels certain that there will not be consequence for her. that lord eris will not be unfair or cruel to her.) he asks her what she means—could it be a thing of anger to vault a lord into greater status? but she isn't dumb and is politically savvy (and doesn't that make him so horny to know!!!) so she knows that her husband's being punished with all these extra duties. or kept busy from something. i miss him, my lord. he is away so often now i can scarcely conjure his face to mind. and eris can feel her sadness and longing for another male like worms wriggling inside his ribs. because of HIM. because he's being SELFISH. no better than his whore-keeping father, really. it gets mean-horny between them. she feels hurt and also traitorously wet. lord eris has drawn so close. his eyes keep drifting to her mouth her throat her—
no, surely not. many things can be said of lord eris, but he is no lech, spare his preference for virgins, and certainly he would not be so improper as to pursue a married female. and doesn't it make her strangely angry to think it so? that lord eris would refuse to look upon her with lust all because she is a known female? that he would not just take her, as only an heir to autumn could, for all is his, so is not she his as well? but—no, why would she think such things? she has a husband, and she loves him so much. she's here to entreat on his behalf. so why are her thighs clenched so tight? why is her breath coming so heavy? why do her own eyes keep looking to lord eris' mouth? his hands? his fingers—long, slim, but thick enough around the knuckles to— no! no. no, lord eris says, i don't believe this matter can be settled elsewise.
they don't fuck but god it kinda feels like they did :•)
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your stepdad is tired of holding back his desire, and so are you.
❥ PAIRING: choi seungcheol x female reader
❥ GENRE: stepdad au, smut
❥ WORD COUNT: 8.4k
❥ CW/TW: stepcest, infidelity, age gap, daddy kink, drugging, nudes, exhibitionism, voyeurism, oral sex (f & m), begging, spanking, unprotected sex, breeding kink, face riding, car sex, kitchen sex, riding, cum eating, having sex while someone else is in the same room, squirting, creampies
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There’s no such thing as the perfect marriage, only happy and unhappy ones. Your mom never saw herself being stuck in the latter. Seungcheol is everything she could ever want in a partner, and she’s always felt lucky to have him. Especially when she saw how welcoming and friendly he was to you.
That all seems like a distant memory now as Seungcheol walks out the door in the morning without saying one word to her. Before, he was cordial at least, but he doesn’t bother anymore if you’re not around. Your mom knows you feel uncomfortable, and she can’t blame you. It’s obvious that her divorce is imminent, and yet, she can’t allow herself to give up so easily. Even if that means resorting to desperate and immature measures.
Your mom knows no matter how badly Seungcheol wants nothing more to do with her, he won’t be so blatant if you’re around. That’s why you’re the perfect person to be her eyes and ears when she’s not around. While she’s eager to save her failing marriage, she isn’t willing to put aside her career to do that. As much as she loves Seungcheol, she’s unwilling to give up everything she’s worked so hard for.
“Mom, are you okay?”
Your mom blinks rapidly as she’s startled out of her deep thoughts. She didn’t realize you had come downstairs. An unconvincing smile spreads on her face. “Yes. I was just thinking about the event my boss is hosting next week.”
You hum, clearly disinterested. Right then, she sees how well rested and vibrant you look. She’s noticed that there’s been a special glow about you lately. It makes her feel relieved. She knows how desperately you want to have your own place to escape the hostile tension between her and her husband. Selfishly, she insisted you to stay and act as both a buffer and a spy. It’s borderline crazy, but your mom has always lived for her own happiness, and this time is no different.
“Has there been anything out of the ordinary?”
Immediately, you know she’s referring to Seungcheol and his daily activities. You shake your head as you flop down on the couch. “No. If he gets back before you do, he goes into his study or his room.”
“What about when he’s at work?” She demands.
“Sometimes they won’t let me see him because he’s in meetings,” you lie, knowing damn well Seungcheol gave strict orders to let you into his office no matter the time or circumstances. “But when I do he’s just working—alone. I guess everyone there is afraid of him or something.”
Your mom frowns. While Seungcheol has always been intimidating and stringent, she knows he’s never had an issue with being desirable. There has to be something you’re missing.
“Are you sure there’s nothing else?”
You try not to roll your eyes at your mom. Even though it was her idea that you spend more time with your stepdad, you can tell she’s upset that it’s not working out the way she wants. If she wasn’t so desperate to find out what her husband is up to, you know she would’ve called her plan off a long time ago.
“Yeah,” you sigh, letting her hear how bored you are of the conversation. “He doesn’t really do anything except work and come home.”
Your mom stays silent, and you ignore her in favor of looking at your phone. You hide your smirk when you see Seungcheol sent you a dick pick. He’s still in his work clothes, and is biting his plump lip as his cock stands tall and proud. You lick your lips and squeeze your thighs together, wanting nothing more than to have your mouth on his leaking cock.
“Do you think he’s seeing someone at work?” She asks desperately.
You lock your phone and shrug. “I don’t think so. It seems like everyone there keeps professional boundaries with him.”
“But there’s women around right?” She sounds desperate and crazy. It’s as funny as it is sad. “Young, pretty ones?”
None more than you, but she doesn’t need to know that.
“Yeah, mom. There’s hot girls everywhere.”
She visibly deflates, but you don’t care. Instead you get up and go to your (spare) room to take a picture of your pussy so you can send it to your stepdad.
Your mom doesn’t usually invite you along to any of her work events. Aside from the fact that you tagging along really did nothing for either one of you, your mom has a specific appearance she’s always wanted to maintain when networking. You’ve never exactly fit into that image, and even now that you’re an adult, that hasn’t really changed. But since she’s desperate to save her failing marriage, she begged you to come along so Seungcheol would be forced to play nice.
“I can’t believe the dry cleaners ruined my dress,” your mom frowns as she steps out of the car in an elegant pantsuit. “Now I look like the odd one out.”
It’s hard to hide her distaste as she looks at you and her husband. Although it’s hard to admit, you two currently look more fit to be together than her and Seungcheol. It’s more than the matching outfits and the aesthetic picture you two paint by standing beside one another. There’s something more that she can’t clearly name. Your mom quickly shakes off her irrational thoughts. After all, just because she’s not matching with you two doesn’t make her any less part of the family.
You hold back a smirk when you see how flustered and upset your mom is. Calling in your favor to the manager of the dry cleaning place was the right thing to do, and you don’t regret it one bit. There’s no way you were going to let her match with Seungcheol. He’s yours, and now anyone who looks at you two will be able to tell.
“That color suits you more,” your stepdad points out.
Anyone else listening would think Seungcheol is comforting her, but your mom knows better. It’s a backhanded compliment and his subtle way of telling her the matching outfits were a stupid idea to begin with. Luckily, you don’t seem to catch on as you look toward the country club with curiosity.
“Let’s head inside,” your mom mumbles in a deflated tone.
It hurts that neither you or her husband seem to notice it.
When you walk inside, you can see that your mom’s boss pulled out all the stops for his company’s anniversary celebration. The event is extravagant and something you would expect from a notorious business tycoon. From what you know, Yoon Jeonghan is just as rich and powerful as Seungcheol. It’s not surprising since people of the same caliber usually stick together.
“Look, there’s Mr. Yoon and his stepdaughter,” your mom says as you enter the ballroom.
Two of the prettiest people you’ve ever seen are standing next to each other, gracefully greeting guests. A girl who looks to be about your age is holding onto Mr. Yoon’s arm as they walk around the room and mingle with people. There’s an odd air of intimacy between them, and you immediately wonder if their relationship is something like the one you have with your stepdad.
“Lovely couple, aren’t they?” Seungcheol hums in your ear. “Almost as lovely as us.”
You try to hide your grin as Mr. Yoon and his stepdaughter come over to greet you. They’re so attractive that you can hardly look away from them. Even the way they politely engage in small talk is elegant and graceful. You feel like a side character in a movie as they thank you for coming and tell you to have a wonderful evening.
“I wonder where his wife is,” your mom whispers once Mr. Yoon and his stepdaughter are out of earshot.
“She hasn’t been feeling well these days,” Seungcheol says passively. “Don’t bring it up. Jeonghan isn’t ready to talk about it.”
Your mom becomes visibly flustered and nods quickly. In a swift change of topic, she insists on going over to talk to her main supervisor. You roll your eyes and follow along. As usual, your mom starts kissing her supervisor’s ass the second she can. You don’t say much, already wondering how you can make the night more interesting.
“I’m going to get a drink,” you tell Seungcheol after your mom’s conversation starts to drag on.
Your stepdad pouts slightly, and it takes everything in you not to kiss it off his face. You laugh quietly and wave as you back away from your mom’s boring conversation. Behave, you mouth at him before heading straight for the bar.
After a few drinks and meaningless conversations, you wander out of the ballroom and go outside to get some fresh air. You sigh blissfully, feeling the expensive champagne going to your head. Before you can think of going to sit on one of the many club chairs, two familiar arms wrap around your waist.
“Cheolie,” you gasp as plush lips press sweet kisses on your neck.
“Missed you, baby,” Seungcheol hums. “You know I hate it when you leave me alone.”
You melt into his touch, not caring that someone might walk out and see you at any moment. A filthy idea crosses your mind. You bite your lip as you look around.
“Let me make it up to you.”
Seungcheol practically has heart eyes as you grab his hand and pull him along to one of the club chairs. You gently push him to sit before kneeling between his open legs. Seungcheol gives you a filthy smirk as he undoes his belts and unzips his pants. Your mouth waters when he pulls out his thick cock from his underwear. Your thighs clench together in anticipation. Arousal burns hot in your body when you see a bead of precum drip from the fat tip.
Seungcheol encourages you to get closer, and as soon as you do, he pinches your nipples through your pretty dress. He smirks when you mewl and arch into his rough treatment. “Filthy little brat. You gonna let me fuck you out here?”
“Yes,” you moan as your panties start to stick to your cunt. “Need to taste your cock, daddy.”
Your stepdad smirks and yanks the top of your dress down so your tits are completely exposed. He circles and pinches your hard nipples until you’re squirming and whining loudly. Seungcheol groans when he sees that your pretty eyes keep dropping to his leaking cock. Your mouth waters at the thought of that fat weight on your tongue.
As if reading your mind, he gently pulls your head forward until your mouth is hovering over his dick. Seungcheol uses his other hand to grab the base to slap it against your lips. You open your mouth readily, moaning when he slaps the leaking tip on your tongue. Seungcheol smirks and shoves his cock into your mouth. The tip of his thick cock brushes against the back of your throat, and the familiar taste of his skin and precum makes your pussy throb.
Leaning forward, Seungcheol tugs you away from his dick and spits on the head before yanking you back down, making you swallow his spit along with his cock. A low moan slips past your lips as he does it again. Your tongue greedily laps up the spit dripping down his length. The taste has your cunt clenching around nothing as he smirks down at you.
Seungcheol thrusts roughly until his tip kisses the back of your throat, making you gag around it. When you pull back, thick strings of spit bridge between your panting mouth and his throbbing dick.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, making you whine. “Got the prettiest fucking mouth.”
His praises always sound like honey to you, and this one has you guiding his cock back into your mouth. Seungcheol goes to grip your hair, using it to hold your head as you eagerly suck him off. You keep your lidded gaze on his face, watching as he smirks down at you while his thick cock fills your mouth. He keeps you sloppily sucking him off for what feels like forever. Not that you care. You love having your mouth on his pretty dick.
“Come here, baby. Sit on my cock.”
Seungcheol caresses your cheek lovingly as he pulls out of your mouth. He goes to grab your waist and pulls you up until you’re sitting on his lap. When Seungcheol presses a sweet kiss on your neck, you see someone standing by the doors leading to the main lounge. You smirk and lick your lips.
“Someone’s watching, daddy,” you whisper. “Let’s give them a show.”
Seungcheol smirks as his wet cock slides against your pretty panties that are completely soaked through. He flips up the hem of your dress and pushes your thin, see-through panties to the side. His cock is pulsing and throbbing from excitement.
“Daddy,” you whine loud enough for your peeping guest to hear you. “Hurry up and fuck me.”
Seungcheol gives you a filthy kiss and thrusts his cock up into your soaking cunt. You moan into his mouth from the sudden stretch. Immediately, your eyes roll to the back of your head when your stepdad’s hips start to move. He starts to pound his cock into your pussy without any buildup, making your tight hole spasm and clench around his fat dick.
“Dirty little brat,” Seungcheol groans, not bothering to be quiet. “So desperate for daddy’s cock. I bet you would’ve let me fuck you in front of all those people.”
Your pussy clenches hard around his throbbing cock as you moan loudly. “Yes, daddy. I’ll always let you do what you want to me.”
Seungcheol hums, pleased. “Such a good girl. Always so good for me.”
With a deep groan, your stepdad fucks up into your wet hole even harder. His heavy balls slap against your ass and make your pussy drip with more juices. Using his free hand, he reaches around to grab a handful of your ass, helping you bounce on his dick at the pace he wants.
“That’s it, baby. Work my fucking cock,” he grunts as he squeezes your ass harder.
Moaning, you arch your back and swivel your hips down. You continue to bounce eagerly, riding his cock faster and exactly how he likes it. His thick length kicks and pulses inside you when you keep up your delicious pace. You whine, loving how his leaking tip is reaching the deepest part inside you. “Fuck. Do you like how I bounce on it, daddy?”
“You know I do, princess,” Seungcheol groans, spanking your bouncing ass. “Love how you’re so eager to milk me dry every time. That’s why after I fill you up, I’m taking you home and doing it all over again.”
Excitement buzzes through your body as his cock twitches and throbs inside your pussy. Mewling, you bounce on his dick harder, eager for his cum fill you up. Seungcheol moans and squeezes your ass harshly. His cock grinds against your g-spot deliciously, making your pussy clench around him tighter with every needy thrust.
“Shit, princess. Cream on daddy’s cock so I can breed this pretty pussy,” Seungcheol groans.
Your stepdad slams you down as he spears his thick cock up into your spasming hole. The tip slams into your cervix as he grinds his cock as deep as he can into your cunt. He reaches up and tugs your nipples which makes your hot cunt clam down on him. The painful pleasure of his cock knocking into the entrance of your womb makes you cry out like a pornstar.
With another rough grinding roll of your hips, you cum hard. Your body falls forward, nails scratching across his clothed chest as your pussy walls flutter and clench around his stiff cock. You don’t bother to stifle your wail of ecstasy.
“Good girl,” he coos at you proudly. “Daddy’s gonna give you his cum as a reward.”
You shudder, body still climaxing as he humps your spasming pussy until he’s spurting rope after rope of hot cum into your soaked cunt.
“Take it all,” Seungcheol hisses as he kneads your ass. “Greedy little pussy’s always so hungry for your stepdad’s cum.”
You whine in agreement, hips trembling as your pussy milks his cock for every drop of his cum. Seungcheol looks over your shoulder, smirking when the startled silhouette abruptly leaves.
As always, you sit on his cock for a while, nuzzling into him. A few minutes later, Seungcheol finally pulls out, groaning when his cum slowly starts dripping from your used pussy. With a satisfied smirk, he snaps your panties back in place. You still feel so much filth leaking out of you that you’re sure your panties won’t hold your mixed releases very long.
“Let’s go home, baby. I need to have you properly.”
You grin and let him fix your dress before he leads you through the country club and out to the car. Neither of you care to leave your mom behind.
When he helps you into the passenger seat and starts to buckle your seatbelt, his pupils dilate when he sees the mess starting to show on your thighs. He licks his lips and the next thing you know, you’re being moved to the backseat.
“Can’t let this sweet treat go to waste,” Seungcheol groans as he rips your panties off so he can eat the cum out of your pussy.
“You’re so dirty, daddy. What if someone sees?” You moan with a filthy grin.
“I don’t care,” he grunts, licking up the creamy slick coating your pussy lips.
His tongue licks a hot trail up to your swollen clit, suckling the sensitive bud until you’re rocking up into his mouth. Moving his mouth down, he thrusts his tongue into your pussy, shoving his face against your cunt until his nose is grinding against your clit. He slurps and fucks his tongue into your spent hole, making sure to leave no place untouched.
You cry out loudly, grinding your messy pussy on his mouth. The thought of someone walking out and seeing your stepdad eating his load out of your pussy pushes you over the edge you’re already so close to. It’s not long before you’re creaming on his face. The sigh of slick and cum coating his lower jaw completely turns you on so much. He pulls away with a wet schlick and spanks your puffy clit.
“Got the best little pussy, baby,” he grins at you, eyes dark and affectionate. “Fuck. I can’t wait. Need you on my dick now.”
Shakily, you raise up and Seungcheol kisses you messily. His hot tongue licks into your mouth, making you moan to taste the mixture of his cum and your juices together. He pulls away and spanks your cunt again.
“Sit on daddy’s cock, sweetheart.”
You maneuver yourself and excitedly get on your stepdad’s lap. Seungcheol grips the base of his cock in one hand and holds your ass with the other. He slaps his leaking cock head against your clit, smearing precum across the swollen bud. With a needy groan, he notches the tip against your hole and slowly presses inside.
You moan, hands reaching up to grab his shoulders to stabilize yourself. “Fuck, daddy. It feels so good.”
With a satisfied grin, Seungcheol pulls you into a sloppy kiss. He thrusts up from below, bottoming out with one fluid movement. His leaking tip kisses your cervix and makes you squeal. Your stepdad grunts, pulling halfway out before sliding back into your clenching cunt. You both pick up the rhythm, both grinding into each other desperately.
The way his cock stretches you out makes you lose track of time. All you can hear in the tight space is squelching and moaning. It’s easy to forget about everything else until your stepdad reminds you.
“Dirty little brat. What if your mom comes out and sees you like this, hmm?” His overly sweet voice seeps into your ears like honey. “You gonna keep riding me? Show her how you bounce this cute pussy on her husband’s cock?”
Arousal blazes hot in your veins, cunt clenching down on his fat dick. “Fuck yeah,” you whine, nails digging into his shoulders, pinching his skin through the material of his shirt. “I’ll show her how good I fuck you, daddy.”
“Filthy slut,” he coos fondly, fucking up into your pussy with slow, deep strokes. “I know you will. You wouldn’t stop even if she was staring right at you.”
Whimpering, your thighs tremble as you grind down on his cock, trying to get him deeper inside your fluttering cunt. Pleasure clouds your brain and makes you moan wantonly like you’re not fucking right outside a huge party. He pounds your dripping pussy even harder, making your tits bounce in his face with every rock of his hips. Seungcheol’s cock drags against your g-spot, sending sparks of pleasure buzzing through your body.
”You’re getting so tight, baby,” he laughs in delight. “Soon you’ll be creaming all over my cock, hm?”
“Uh-huh,” you hum. “I’m so close, daddy.”
”Cum for me then,” he says sweetly as his fingers find your clit and rub fast circles on the slippery bundle of nerves. “I want to feel you make a mess on my cock.”
“Daddy!” You cry out as your orgasm builds higher and higher until the tight band of arousal snaps.
Fireworks explode throughout your body. Your toes curl against the seat, and your back arches as you ride out your climax. Filthy sounds escape your mouth, meshing together with your fucked out babbling. Seungcheol grunts, hands grabbing your ass and pressing you down as he fucks your cunt hard and quick.
”That’s it, fuck. So fucking good. Love this little pussy. It was fucking made for my cock,” He cuts himself off with a loud growl.
Your stepdad buries his huge cock balls deep into your fluttering cunt, grinding himself against your pussy. Soon after, he shoots his sticky cum into your drippy hole. You moan and whine as your cunt pulses around his cock. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel each hot spurt of cum paint your walls. Fuck, do you love it when he shoots his thick load into you.
“Sexy little brat,” Seungcheol groans, his head slumping against the back seat as he relaxes. “Love it when you milk me.”
You laugh cutely and shift in his lap. Seungcheol smiles fondly after hearing you mewl when his cock flexes in your pussy.
“Let’s go home, baby. I don’t feel like waiting for your mom.”
It’s mean and inconsiderate, but you love the idea.
When Seungcheol gets home, he’s immediately greeted by his wife. Once again, she’s trying to play the part of a doting housewife and is failing miserably. Aside from the fact that she’s not the person he wants to see when he comes home, his wife is terrible at putting up this facade. It almost makes him regret telling her that they should think about separating officially. Now she’s overcompensating at every turn and making him resent her more.
“How was work?” She asks with a forced smile.
Again, it has irritation bubbling in his chest because that’s not the smile he wants to see.
“Fine,” he says coldly. “Where’s Y/N?”
His wife’s smile falters. She knows he’s only asking because he won’t have to play nice if you’re not around. It’s not right, but she’s glad that you decided to stay home so Seungcheol will pay some attention to her.
“She’s in the kitchen,” she says as she follows her husband into the living room. “Actually, honey, Y/N wanted to watch a movie with us.”
“Y/N does?” Seungcheol repeats doubtfully.
“Yeah. She already picked it,” she motions to the brightly lit screen with the opening credits.
Seungcheol grits his teeth. “Fine. I’ll be back down in a minute.”
The happiness in his wife’s face makes him feel disgusted. Seungcheol quickly goes into the kitchen to get away from her. All the tension he feels dissipates when he sees you at the kitchen counter. Immediately, he goes over to you with a huge smile on his face.
“Cheolie,” you smile when strong hands snake around your waist.
“Hey, baby,” he hums in delight, pressing a sweet kiss in your hair. “I missed you.”
You turn your head and give him a tempting smile. “I missed you too.”
Seungcheol’s cock jumps when you lean forward on the counter and wiggle your ass against him. “I need you, daddy,” you whine, not caring that your mom is in the living room and can catch you at any moment. “Need you to fuck me.”
As always, Suengcheol is left with no choice but to oblige his needy brat. He can’t feel guilty or concerned with getting caught. Not when you’re bent over the kitchen counter with your skirt flipped up, exposing your ruined underwear. You eagerly yank on his hand to press it to your clothed cunt. Seungcheol tugs on your panties until they slip between your dripping folds. The white is nearly transparent because of your arousal. Fuck. He wants to devour you. Your juices have soaked through the cotton completely as you try to grind against his hand.
Soft whines slip from your lips when your stepdad kneels down and pulls your panties to the side. The way his hot breath fans against your aching cunt has you clenching around nothing. He lets out a low groan at the filthy sight.
“Fuck, baby. You have the prettiest little pussy. Those pictures you always send me don’t do it justice,” Seungcheol murmurs before he kisses the globes of your ass, slowly inching closer to your wet cunt.
You would’ve told him that you feel the same way when he sends you dick pics in the middle of the day, but the chance is taken from you when Seungcheol keeps talking in that sultry voice that drives you insane. “Have you been this wet all day, baby? Needy little brat couldn’t wait until daddy came home, hm?”
The little wiggle you give him is subconscious because his words are true. Seungcheol’s eyes darken at your enticing movements. You press your thighs together in attempt for some relief, and it makes him lick his lips in anticipation. A sharp smack echoes through the kitchen, and you cover your mouth as Seungcheol’s mouth envelopes your needy core.
Your stepdad doesn’t waste any time giving you what you want. His mouth latches onto your clit and sucks harshly, flicking his tongue against the bundle of nerves. His groans are muffled by your folds, but only slightly. The filthy, wet noises coming from your cunt are still audible.
Already, the thought of your mom waiting in the living room is shoved to the back of your mind as Seungcheol nudges your ankles further apart, opening you up so you’re all spread out for him. He spits on your cunt, smearing your juices and his saliva all over your throbbing lips. The cute whimper you let out when he slowly eases two fingers into your needy hole makes his cock twitch.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Open up for me. You gonna let daddy slide in your pretty pussy and use it how he wants?”
You let out a filthy gasp when his fingers reach deep inside you, easily massaging your most sensitive spot. “Mhm, yes daddy. Fuck my little pussy and stuff me full of your cum.”
Seungcheol practically growls at your words, cock already leaking in his pants. “Dirty little slut. You’re gonna let me fuck you right here where your mom can walk in and see you getting stuffed full of cock?"
A choked whimper tumbles past your lips when he smashes his face into your wet pussy again. His tongue traces along your sensitive walls as his digits stretch you open. You bite your lip as your stepdad preps you to take his thick cock. The soft moan at the edge of your throat is cut off when your mom walks into the kitchen.
“Y/N, did you make some popcorn yet?” She wonders with an expectant look on her face.
Goosebumps cover your skin as you do your best not to whimper or moan how you want. It doesn’t help that Seungcheol keeps fucking you with his tongue. He’s more ravenous now, the wet muscle piercing into your drooling cunt while his skilled fingers rub your clit. He continues to skillfully strum the bundle of nerves until your thighs begin to tremble.
“You didn’t?” She asks impatiently when you don’t immediately respond.
Seungcheol lightly squeezes your ass, silently urging you to answer his wife and get rid of her.
“N-No!” You raise your voice a bit as if that will cover the squelching coming from your cunt. “I think we’re out, but I-I cut up some fruit earlier. It’s in the fridge.”
She walks over to the fridge and swings it open. “Perfect.”
Just when you think she’ll leave the kitchen, she turns back to you. “Where did Seungcheol go?”
“He went upstairs t-to change, I think,” your voice cracks a little.
You can feel your juices dripping down your inner thighs and onto her husband’s face as he eats you out from behind. It sounds so loud in your ears, but your mom doesn’t seem to notice as she hums in response. It’s a relief when she leaves. Seungcheol slowly gets up but not before placing a kiss to your aching cunt.
Needy whimpers are forced out of your lips when you feel the head of Seungcheol’s cock tease your puffy clit. He rubs it up and down your wet entrance, smirking when you start to grind back on his cock. Your mouth drops open in a silent scream when Seungcheol finally pushes his dick inside you. Your eyes roll back when his fat tip breaches your tightness.
Seungcheol growls as he watches his cock split you open. He keeps your ass spread to expose your pretty, sopping pussy. His thick dick is stretching out your cute little cunt, the amount of juices you’re releasing making it easier to slide inside.
“Fuck, princess. That’s it. Take all of daddy’s cock,” your stepdad coos against your ear, massaging the soft flesh of your ass. “Feels so good, doesn’t it?”
“So fucking good, daddy,” you whine, toes curing as you meet his soft thrusts, working yourself back against him. “We have to hurry. Fuh-Fuck. What if my mom walks in again?”
“Naughty little slut,” Seungcheol says with a grin as he makes you hold your panties to the side so he can fuck you how he wants. “Don’t act like the thought of getting caught doesn’t turn you on. I can feel you getting wetter just knowing that we might get caught.”
Seungcheol doesn’t let you respond because he starts to ram his cock into you. His skin slaps against yours, every powerful thrust almost lifting your feet off the ground. The filthy noises of your stepdad fucking you mix in with the television in the living room, and you know your mom is none the wiser.
Anything like guilt or remorse is replaced by arousal and thoughts of Seungcheol’s cock he cups your tits over your shirt. You whine when he pinches your nipples through the thin material. Fuck. You couldn’t be happier that you didn’t wear a bra.
Seungcheol’s thrusts are unrelenting as he sucks and bites on your neck. Multiple spanks land on your ass.
He admires your cotton panties digging into your hips, cock throbbing at the filthy sight. Your eyes roll back as his balls slap against your tingling clit, his cock hitting so deep that you know you can’t be quiet if you tried. Even so, your stepdad’s punishing rhythm doesn’t falter.
Your stepdad hisses when you clench around his throbbing dick. He hooks an arm around your body to pull you closer. His veins pulsate along your soaked walls, your cream coating the base of his cock like a ring. The thick head of his cock slams into your g-spot, eager to get you to make a mess all over the counter.
Seungcheol’s cock pulses as juices leak from around his thick girth, staining his pants and your panties. “God, sweetheart. Your creamy little fuckhole was made for me, hm?”
Seungcheol puts your knee on the counter, spreading you wide as he keeps rams into you. His cock presses into your hole to the hilt, his fingers reaching down and tracing your stretched cunt. You spasm around him, shaking with pleasure. Your eyes roll back as your pussy sucks him in hungrily. Seungcheol falls forward, hips stuttering as he rubs your clit, his guttural growls are hushed against your neck.
“This sweet cunt is exactly what I needed, baby. Fuck. Cream daddy’s cock so I can fill you up,”
Your loud squeal is muffled by his hand. He’s ramming into your sweet spot so deliciously that you know you can’t stay quiet anymore. Seungcheol starts to rub your puffy clit as he mercilessly pounds into your pussy. All the stimulation makes you scream against his palm. Your body trembles as your squirt splashes onto the counter and floor, also soaking the front of his pants.
“That’s it, baby.” Seungcheol groans as he removes his hand from your mouth.
He watches your face twist in pleasure as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. Your stepdad licks his lips and glances down to see your cream coating his entire cock. It makes him fuck you harder.
Swungcheol groans when your tiny pussy convulses around his cock and makes your release spurt out around his thickness. He goes still, cock pulsing inside you as ropes and ropes of cum fill your needy cunt. You mewl in satisfaction, pussy eagerly sucking up his seed.
You lay against your stepdad, breathing heavily as you try to calm yourself down. Seungcheol slowly pulls out of your messy pussy with a soft grunt. His cock sits half-hard against his thigh, still twitching and throbbing in need. Cum oozes from your puffy cunt and he kneels down to lick up the mess from your used hole.
“Daddy,” you mewl as you move your hips to grind against his face.
Once he’s satisfied, he pulls back and slaps your wet cunt. “Go keep your mom company. I’m gonna change and get her a drink.”
His unspoken words make your spent hole flutter with excitement. You let Seungcheol snap your panties back into place and spin you around. He straightens up and presses a sweet kiss on your soft lips.
“Hurry back, Cheolie.”
Seungcheol smiles affectionately before he releases you to go upstairs. After he’s gone, you fix your clothes and make yourself more presentable. With a glowing smile you grab some water and head back into the living room. Your mom is already sitting on the loveseat, staring at the TV unseeingly.
You sit on the sofa and pretend to focus on the movie, but all you can think about is your stepdad’s cock. Filthy images of him rawing you on the couch pass through your mind, and you squeeze your thighs together to relieve the growing ache between your legs. Your soiled panties cling to your needy pussy, and you hope Seungcheol doesn’t take much longer.
Apparently, your mom feels the same way because she keeps glancing at the doorway. You hold back a laugh because you know her pathetic scheme isn’t going to end how she hopes.
Eventually, Seungcheol comes into the living room. His sweats are low on his hips, and you can’t keep your eyes off of him when he gives your mom a glass of wine. The combination is dangerous, but you don’t really care. You’re sick of her and her immature ploys to cling to Seungcheol.
“Here,” your stepdad says passively, but not cold enough to make your mom shrink in disappointment.
It’s almost sad the way she lights up as she takes the drink. She’s completely unsuspecting as she thanks Seungcheol. He doesn’t respond and goes to sit on the opposite end of the sofa. You covertly grin at him and he doesn’t try to hide the affectionate smile that spreads on his face.
Your glances over and mistakenly thinks the grin is meant for her. She feels giddy and starts downing her wine. Your mom quickly downs the wine, feeling better than she has in weeks.
When you see your mom finish the wine, you share another inconspicuous look with Seungcheol. It’s hard to hold back your smirk because now it won’t be long until you get to have your stepdad all to yourself.
By the time the ending credits for the movie come on the screen, your mom is slumped in the loveseat, completely knocked out.
“Finally we can have some fun,” Seungcheol says with his pretty smile. “Get over here so daddy can eat that pretty pussy.”
You barely have time to slide over to him before he’s pulling you off his lap and helping you get your tiny shirt off. Seungcheol helps you slide your skirt and panties off before giving you a messy kiss. You whine and rub your bare cunt on his huge bulge, soaking his sweatpants with your wetness.
Eventually, you get up so Seungcheol can get as naked as you are. You lick your lips when he takes off his sweats and his dirty cock slaps against his abdomen. Remnants of your mixes cum shines in the dim lighting, and you can’t wait to bounce on his did again and get it messier.
Seungcheol lies down and helps you climb on him until your bare pussy is sitting on his stomach. He squeezes your hips, licking his lips when you whine and press your wet cunt harder against his skin. Still, you don’t eagerly sit on his face like usual. His dark eyes look past you to where your mom is passed out. A filthy smirk spreads on his face.
“Don’t act shy, baby. I can feel how much this turns you on. Now come sit on my face so I can taste your sweet pussy,” he says before he slaps your ass.
“Daddy,” you mewl and do as you’re told.
A deep groan reverberates through your core when you finally smother him with your cunt like he wants. Your thighs twitch when Seungcheol eagerly licks into your pussy. His large hands slide up your thighs, one squeezing the fat of your ass and the other brushing against your cunt. He uses his thumb to pull the hood of your clit so he can gently lick your swollen bud.
You squeal and rock down onto his mouth, coating his entire mouth with your wetness. The fact that your mom is only a few feet away while you ride her husband’s face only makes you move with more enthusiasm. You moan and pull on Seungcheol’s hair, eager to cum all over his tongue.
“That’s it, princess. Ride my fucking face,” Seungcheol groans proudly.
Right after his praise, he dives back into your pussy like a starved man. A loud moan tears from your throat as his mouth and tongue suckles and flicks your clit with tender skill. Seungcheol licks every inch of your pussy lips before he starts to lap at your dripping hole. Your stepdad flattens his tongue to swipe up and down your slit until you’re crying out like a pornstar.
“What a dirty slut—letting your stepdad eat your pussy while your mom is passed out over there,” Seungcheol laughs when your thighs start to tremble.
You smirk through a filthy moan. “And you’re a sick perv for begging your stepdaughter to ride your face—fuck!”
Seungcheol nips at your clit until you’re creaming all over his tongue. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you cry out his name like it’s the only one you can remember. He slurps up all the juices gushing into his mouth, eager to leave you a shaking mess. Once he’s satisfied, he sweetly kisses your pulsing cunt.
Your stepdad then helps you slide down his body until you’re sitting on his abdomen again. You bite your lip when he easily holds you in place as he sits up.
“Be a good stepdaughter and bounce on my cock now.”
Immediately, you lift your hips so he can notch the drippy tip of his cock at your pussy. He grunts as you slowly slide down on his throbbing cock. You gasp in pleasure when you feel the stretch. It had been less than an hour since his cock was inside you, but you can never fully adjust to that toe-curling feeling. You whimper and scratch at his pecs.
“That’s it, baby,” he sighs in pleasure, squeezing your tits until you moan for him again. “Sit that pretty pussy on my cock.”
You shiver and rock down until he’s buried as deep as he can go. The feeling of his heavy balls pressing against your ass makes you want to bounce. You glance over at your mom, and your pussy flutters and grips his dick like it can’t get enough when you see her still knocked out. Good. Now you can fuck her husband to your heart’s content.
“Dirty girl,” Seungcheol says as you start to roll your hips into his. “You love it when your stepdad uses this little hole, hm? You don’t even care that your mom can wake up and see you bouncing on her husband’s cock.”
Before you can answer, Seungcheol shifts and thrusts up into your pussy hard. He immediately starts hammering away at your cunt, balls slapping against your ass so loud it’s obscene. Wet schlicks and squelching noises fill in the gaps between all your moaning and panting. You bounce on his lap, pussy eagerly swallowing up his cock. Seungcheol moans when he feels your hot cunt grip him tighter and tighter as he starts to rub your clit.
His dark eyes watch your pretty tits bounce up and down with every thrust. As always, Seungcheol is unable to resist tasting your hard nipples. You cry out loudly when he captures one of your stiff buds in his mouth. He bites and tugs on it as he ruts his cock in and out of your wet pussy. His thrusts are so wild that his pulsing cock slips out of you, making his leaking tip rub your slippery clit. You whine, and he quickly presses his cock back into your needy hole, sinking in balls deep immediately.
“Make me cum, daddy,” you demand through a whimper. “Want to cum all over your big cock.”
Seungcheol moans as he starts to rub rough circles on your swollen clit. You writhe against him, grinding down on his cock faster and harder.
“Nasty girl. Fucking ride this dick and make yourself cum. Want to feel this tight little pussy milk me dry,” Seungcheol groans as he pinches your pudgy bundle of nerves until you’re squealing.
“Fuck, daddy!”
Seungcheol kisses the corner of your mouth, turning your head to press your lips together. With a grunt, he licks into your mouth, forcing his tongue into your mouth messily to taste you. You whine, tasting a mix of yourself and his usual taste. Moaning, you let him suck on your tongue. Just feeling his soft lips turns you on even more.
“Gonna cum on you, Cheolie,” you whine against his pouty lips. “Fu-Fuck! Gonna make a mess all over your cock.”
His eyes are greedy and ravenous as he takes in your fucked out expression. “Yeah? Gonna cream all over me, brat?”
You nod through a loud whine, fucking your pussy down harder on his aching cock. Seungcheol moans as his fingers rub your slippery clit. “Do it, baby. Cum for your stepdaddy.”
Your voice cracks when you cry out, thighs twitching violently as your orgasm hits. Seungcheol’s sweet murmurs drive your arousal higher. He pets your ribs, cock still buried inside your cunt as you pulse and flutter around his thick dick.
Seungcheol doesn’t stop fucking up into you, eager for you to make a mess all over the nice couch your mom loves. He grabs your ass and helps you keep bouncing on his cock, making sure you come back down every time he fucks up into you.
“Daddy,” you mewl into his neck, completely fucked out. “Stuff me full of your cum—want you to fuck a baby into me.”
You smirk when Seungcheol lets out a guttural groan. He wraps a strong arm on your back and slams you on your back. You moan lewdly when he presses your knees to your chest without pulling out. Somehow, he lodges his cock deeper into you, sinking in balls deep.
Your hands scratch and claw at his broad shoulders, head tossed back with how intense it feels to be fucked again so soon. Seungcheol pulls out and slowly sinks back in, never changing tempo as he buries himself in your pussy over and over. It feels so fucking good that all you can do is moan.
“Please,” you whimper, legs twitching against Seungcheol’s hands. “Fuck me.”
Your stepdad starts drilling his cock so deep inside you that you’re gasping for air. His fat tip is ramming against your sweet spot, making you gush and cream all over his throbbing cock.
“Like that?” He smirks down at you.
“Fuck yes,” you whine, completely lost in pleasure. “Just like that, daddy!”
Seungcheol slowly pulls out and then plunges back into your cunt so deep that your eyes roll to the back of your head. He keeps repeating the motion, getting quicker with his thrusts until he’s railing you into the couch.
You’re crying out loudly now, not caring that you might wake your mom. Just knowing she’ll wake up and see how good Seungcheol is fucking you makes you gush with more arousal. Your stepdad starts to rub and pinch your clit as he fucks his cock deep into your pussy. He has you squealing every time the fat head presses against your cervix.
“Right there?”
You only choke on a whine, eyes rolling back in your head again.
Your stepdad groans in delight. “I’m gonna breed you deep this time, sweetheart.”
You moan, your mind completely whited out by pleasure. “Breed me, daddy. Please,” you’re babbling, not thinking at all of what you’re saying. “Want you to cum in me.”
One of his hands moves from your leg, to pinch and pull on one of your hard nipples. He grunts when you clench around him and stain his cock with more of your sweet cream. Skin slapping and lewd squelching fill the air along with your moans, but there’s something Seungcheol wants to hear more than that.
“Say it again,” he urges as he squeezes your tit.
“Breed me,” you repeat without hesitation. “I want my stepdaddy to breed my slutty pussy.”
“Yeah? Want me to knock you up? Cum all in this sweet little pussy?”
Your cunt spasms as your back arches. “I want it so bad, daddy! Need you to cum in me!”
In the next moment, one of the most intense orgasms you’ve ever had hits you like a freight train. Your legs shake as you cry out for Seungcheol. He groans along with you as your velvety walls clench rhythmically around his cock, urging him to spill his hot load inside you.
Your stepdad’s thrusts stutter into your pliant body as rope after rope of hot cum fills your squelching cunt. Your walls clench repeatedly around the thick cock splitting you open, eagerly taking his seed. His dick throbs and kicks inside you as your hole keeps milking him for every last drop of cum. He lets out a low moan as he continues to finish inside you.
Your throat feels raw as you try to catch your breath. Seungcheol drops his forehead onto your clavicle, panting into your skin. A sharp sting followed by wet suction makes you shiver as he leaves a bite mark on your smooth skin. He lifts his head up to look at you.
“So good for me, baby,” Seungcheol kisses you, nipping your bottom lip. “Let’s go upstairs before your mom wakes up.”
You feel floaty, thoughts of cum and cock clouding your mind. You smile at him and bring him down for another kiss. “Okay, daddy.”
When your mom wakes up, she’s alone in the dark living room. Disappointment crashes into her when she realizes she must’ve fallen asleep halfway through the movie. Obviously, her husband didn’t care to wake her or even take her to her new room.
Eventually, she finds her phone and sees a text from you. Apparently, you left shortly after the movie ended to hang out with your new friend who you’re also going to spend the night with. She sighs, feeling a little irritated that you didn’t think to stay and keep an eye on your stepfather.
Blindly, she finds her phone and turns on the flashlight. Just as she’s about to head back to her room, something catches her eye. She points her phone to the right and is horrified when she sees a pair of ruined panties discarded by her nice couch. She’s dumbfounded and doesn’t know what to do until she hears a voice in the kitchen.
Quietly, she moves toward the doorway and sees her husband leaning against the kitchen counter with his back to her. His phone is pressed against his ear as he speaks like he’s forgotten that she might still be in the living room.
“Just forget about those panties, baby. I’ll buy you new ones.”
A soft, adoring laugh fills the kitchen a second later. “You know I don’t care if she finds them. I’m sick of her.”
Your mom backs into the shadows when Seungcheol walks towards the stairs and disappears from her sight. A bile rises up her throat when she realizes the disgusting, cruel reality that she’s feared all along is true.
Hii I was wondering if u could write JJ x milf!kook!reader perchance they fuck on her yacht while Rafe is away
♡ — warnings : rafe is aged up to mid 40’s & reader is described to be in her late 20’s, age gap relationship, sarah is mentioned and she’s aged up as well (her and john b aren’t together in this fic), mentions of reader being a sugar baby in her past, cheating and infidelity, slight angst, very light mention of not going through with an abortion, unprotected sex, rough sex, oral (f. receiving if you squint), praise kink, squirting, overstimulation, facial, sneaky activities
[1:01 PM] Rafe/Work : I would greatly appreciate it today if you could clean up the yacht once you finish the pool and the yard work. Just make it look spotless, I’ll throw in an extra $300 next time I see you.
“shit, boys, ‘looks like i’m gonna have to cancel going to the boneyard tonight.” jj got up from the old couch in john b’s living room, quickly making his way to the kitchen sink where he splashed water on his face. “what are you talking about? you never miss a kegger, jayj.” pope leaned against the doorway, watching as his rugged friend threw a cap on before slipping into some dingy t-shirt. “remember that man i was telling you about with the super hot wife? he lives over there in tanneyhill? well, he said he’ll give me three hundred bucks if i go clean up that yacht of his.” john b hummed, his shorts hanging low on his hips as he walked over to the back door to let jj out. “for three hundred bucks, i’d skip a kegger too.”
jj parked the twinkie outside of the cameron residence before walking through the small space between the iron gates in the driveway, rafe’s truck nowhere to be seen. making his way to the backyard, jj immediately got started on cleaning out the pool, the harsh outer banks heat prompting him to curse under his breath as he spilled the chlorine mix into the water. thankfully, there wasn’t much yard work to do since he had cut the grass last week, the only thing needing cleaning up being some excess brush from a recent storm. jj worked and worked until he noticed he hadn’t seen or heard from you since he got there.
usually you’d come out by now in some kind of skims set that hugged your curves to perfection, offering him lemonade and a sandwich, but to no avail; his stomach grumbled and the adam’s apple in his throat bobbed with thirst. figuring you must be out with rafe, he made his way down the dock, taking his shirt off and throwing it over his shoulder before stepping onto the druthers. he looked around the back, his eyes scanning down the deck as he tried to spot anything that needed to be tended to. after about five minutes of inspecting, he decided to make his way inside, his movements coming to a halt once he spotted you laying on the bed in the corner, your tits spilling out of your satin robe as you snored softly.
eyes bulging out of his head, he stepped back slowly in an attempt to sneak away without making a sound, his plan immediately deemed unsuccessful as you jolted awake, a shriek leaving your lips as jj’s back bumped straight into the glass door. jumping up from the mattress, you crossed your arms over your chest, your cheeks hot with embarrassment as jj lost his footing and fell to the floor. “what the hell are you doing here?!” you cried, holding your face in your hands. stammering over his words, jj scrambled to get up, his gaze flickering over to you to see if he’d be lucky enough to catch another glimpse of your bare chest.
watching as you tied your robe in the front, jj held his hands up defensively once he got back on his feet. “i’m sorry! i just assumed you weren’t here since i didn’t see mr. cameron’s truck in the driveway..” you sighed, feeling exposed as you tucked your hair behind your ears, your fingers clutching the soft material of your robe. eyes screwing shut, you turned away from him, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding. it was silent between you two for a minute, your nerves slowly smoothing over before you swallowed thickly. “i’m sorry,” jj spoke, “truly, i had no idea you were in here, let alone, naked.”
your worries of him seeing you bare came true as soon as the words left his mouth. “rafe didn’t tell me anything about you coming by, if i would’ve known i would’ve been wearing some clothes.” you walked over to the bar area, taking a sip from the margarita you made for yourself prior to dozing off. jj stood there at the door, a bead of sweat sliding down the underside of his jaw as he zeroed in on your ass. “why are you checking out the yacht, anyways? i thought you only cut the grass.” you spun around, catching the moment jj snapped out of his trance and averted his gaze towards your face. “mr. cameron asked me to come out and clean it up.” he cleared his throat, his shorts growing tighter with every second you sat there in that poor excuse of a covering.
“well lucky for you, i already cleaned it up this morning when i first came in here, so i guess that makes you good to go for the day,” you stood up, your glass in hand, “or should i get you something to eat?” jj blinked, his stomach grumbling as if on cue. you giggled, walking around the bar in order to pull out the lunch you had made for yourself out of the fridge. jj watched you bend over, his lips pursing and nostrils flaring as his eyes rolled back in his head. you were so fucking sexy it was insane. “here, you could have this,” you placed a plate on the counter with a cold sandwich and chips on the side, “want a drink?” jj muttered a ‘yes, please.’, as he took a seat, your eyes traveling down his shirtless figure.
handing him two cold water bottles, jj started eating while you went to turn up the ac. “if you don’t mind me asking, how come you’re in here when you can be inside the house?” jj groaned as he chewed, his back muscles rippling beneath his skin as you stared at his flushed skin. “i don’t like being by myself in there— especially when my daughter is out. it’s too quiet and empty for me.” jj hummed, the reminder that you were a mom making him pause. “how old is she?” he asked, turning around in his chair. you smiled softly, your daughter’s pretty little face popping up in your mind. “she’s four, she’ll be five in three more months though. she’s out having a little weekend fun with her aunt sarah and her cousins.”
“wow,” jj nodded to himself, “so you just have it all, huh?” at this, your eyebrows knitted in confusion. “what do you mean?” crossing one leg over the other, you sat back against the sofa, your margarita sitting in your hand. “you’re young, hot, married to a rich dude, you live in this huge house, have this yacht, a daughter— i mean, no offense, but it sounds like you’re pretty set to me.” you laughed, sitting in thought for a moment. “when you say it like that, yes, i do have everything,” you sighed, “but it’s not a fairytale the way you’re thinking it is.” jj finished chewing, his hands working to flip his hat backwards. “okay, now it’s my turn to be confused,” he swallowed, “how is it not perfect?”
you stared off into space, wondering if you should even be letting this conversation escalate into something super personal. deep down, you knew you shouldn’t but it felt good to have someone’s undivided attention like this. biting your lip, you looked back at jj and placed your drink down. “promise me that everything i say in here stays between me and you.” jj crossed his heart and rose up his right hand. “you got it.” scooting over, jj was quick to grab his water bottle and take a seat next to you. “what do you wanna know?” jj adjusted himself in his shorts, both of you clearing your throats awkwardly once you spotted the tent protruding in his cargos.
“is the sex good?”
taking a breath, you eyed him carefully. “it used to be amazing,” you replied, “before our little arrangement turned serious, the sex was—” you paused, shaking your head at the flashbacks coming back to you, “fucking great.” jj smiled, the action gone as fast as it appeared. “what do you mean by ‘arrangement’? and why does sex with your husband suck now?” you snorted, the sound of your laugh making jj admire you quietly. “i didn’t say it ‘sucks’ now.” jj scooted closer, his thigh touching your own. “no, but you implied it,” he shot back, “tell me what your arrangement was with the old man.”
“well..” you started, “i met him back when i was about twenty. we first talked when we saw each other at the hotel i was working at as an esthetician— he came by for a massage, the attraction was mutual, we got dinner the same evening, had sex that night, and before i knew it he was spoiling me with all these gifts and trips.” jj’s mouth fell open, his eyebrows raising as he blinked in surprise. “mr. cameron was your sugar daddy?!” he asked, wide eyed. pinching the bridge of your nose, you nodded. you weren’t proud of your past, but there was nothing you could do now except move forward.
“unfortunately, yes— but that’s behind me.” you rushed out. “rafe always wanted something more serious with me, but i was scared of commitment back then, so we agreed on a relationship that gave both of us what we wanted. we slept together, formed companionship, had fun, and in turn i got paid to live a rather ‘glamorous’ lifestyle..” jj watched as the smile on your face fell, “and then i got pregnant, and everything had to change.” you met his eyes. “it kills me that i thought about not having my daughter at one point, and even though i’m glad i went through with everything, i just wish that i was able to give her a true sense of what partnership and love looks like; instead i just perform for her— me and rafe both do.”
jj listened diligently to every single word that left your glossy lips. “my baby is my world, i couldn’t imagine ever living without her now that she’s here. ever since i stared down at those two pink lines, i knew i would have to make sacrifices to ensure that she’s happy and healthy— and wearing a ring i never wanted to begin with is one of those sacrifices.” you looked down and inspected your ring finger. “i only wear my wedding ring when she’s home, otherwise me and rafe just wear them to keep up appearances.” all jj heard was that your marriage was essentially fake and that meant he just might have a chance at getting in between your legs.
“why don’t you just leave him?” he leaned back, his thighs spreading ever so slightly. “i would if it was that simple,” you nodded, “but it’s not about me or what i want anymore. me and rafe both swore that we’d give our daughter everything we didn’t have. for him, he didn’t have a mother, and i didn’t have a father; so that’s why we vowed to give her both and be here with each other even though we’re not in love— romantically, at least.” you shrugged, feeling a sense of relief to have gotten that off your chest. jj was in disbelief. who the hell wouldn’t be in love with you?
“well, if it makes you feel any better, i think you’re doing a really selfless thing for your daughter. you deserve a whole lot better than to be in an unfulfilled relationship, but i could see why you do it.” jj rubbed your thigh tenderly, his touch drawing your attention. “thank you.” your voice came out shaky, your stomach twisting in anticipation as jj’s hand hiked up higher and higher. “i really wish i can do something for you,” jj leaned in, his breath fanning your cheek as he whispered in your ear, “like make you forget about your life for a couple of hours.” knowing what he was insinuating, you let your hand creep onto his lap where he was still hard in his shorts.
“you wouldn’t last hours with me even if you tried.” at this, a shit eating grin made its way to jj’s lips. “yeah? you wanna test that theory?” you didn’t waste time in pulling him in for a searing kiss, his arms wrapping around your waist in order to pull you on top of him, your thighs sitting on either sides of his hips. jj was rough and frantic as he handled you like a rag doll. dragging your bare cunt up and down the rough material of his shorts, moaning and groaning as he kissed you sloppily, his fingers digging harshly into your skin with every stroke of your soaked pussy against his clothed cock, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip— he was ravaging you in real time.
he untied your robe and whimpered as soon as he latched onto your tit and circled his tongue around your sensitive bud. you couldn’t believe the sounds filling your ears, considering rafe always insisted on being as silent as possible, hearing a man be so vocal turned you on beyond belief. apart of you worried about rafe coming home early from the country club, but once jj pulled his shorts down and you saw his cock spring up against his stomach, any regard you had left fizzled into nothing but pure desperation and desire to feel him inside of you. cursing to yourself, it wasn’t until jj was bear hugging you, fucking up into your cunt that you realized you hadn’t made him use anything as a precaution, his tip nudging at your cervix with every thrust.
burying your face into his chest, you cried hysterically as your clit met the base of his cock, your freshly manicured nails raking down his flesh as he groped the tender globes of your ass. what took you for a loop was when he flipped you over on your back and licked a stripe up from your folds to your lips where he said the words ‘you taste so good, mama.’ before sliding into you again. he fisted your hair at the roots and sucked bruises into your skin until you were trembling, the harsh movements of his hips knocking hard against your own. “oh, fuck—!” you squealed, tugging at the ends of his dirty blonde hair. jj rubbed your clit until he felt your walls clenching around him tighter than before, your mouth hanging open as pleasure wracked through your body.
“tell me i fuck better than him,” jj grunted, taking your thigh over his bicep and pushing down, “tell me a young guy from the cut fucks his wife better than he does.” you gasped when jj pinned your knees to your chest, his cock delving even deeper than before. you could barely keep your eyes open from the immense pressure building up in your core, your head pounding as you could hear the blood rushing through your ears. “y-you’re so much better!” you screamed, tears falling from your eyes as a wet gush from between your legs rendered you speechless.
jj looked down between your bodies, a broken groan rumbling from his chest at the sight. “holy shit, you just squirted.” convulsing as your orgasm washed over you, jj slapped you lightly across your cheek, your eyes blinking in and out of consciousness. “j—” you croaked, your limbs going numb the longer he carried on with his ministrations. seeing you delirious, your brain nothing but mush as he fucked you into oblivion was going to go down as one of his favorite memories without a doubt. fingers finding your clit once again, your back arched up from the couch when he pinched the sensitive bundle of nerves, your legs shaking uncontrollably at the sensation.
pinning you down with a hand to your throat, jj pushed down on your tummy, another gush flowing from your pussy as black dots began spotting your vision. “you’re losing your fuckin’ mind over my dick and i’m not even close to being done with you.” you were dead to the world at this point, your hearing alone sounding muffled as jj spoke pure filth against your lips. pulling out momentarily, you sucked in a breath when he turned you on your stomach, his bicep wrapping around your neck before thrusting back into you without warning. if someone told you you’d be getting fucked in a headlock by the pool boy, you wouldn’t have believed them in a million years.
mind numbing orgasm after mind numbing orgasm, you forgot about everything that was your life. you checked out both physically and mentally as jj pretty much treated your cunt like its sole purpose was made to get himself off. you reveled in the feeling of being filled up, his length surely poking a bulge through your stomach with every drag of his hips. in this moment— in jj’s head, he wasn’t just someone who worked for rafe, he was the guy who had his wife begging for his cum. he was better than him, richer than him, more capable than him.. it made his chest bloom with pride seeing your wedding ring glint underneath the sun that filtered in through the window and knowing that it didn’t mean shit with his cock inside of you.
by the time jj finally came, he had you on your knees, his fist wrapped tightly in your hair as he painted your face with his cum, the thick ropes coating your tongue and lips as he moaned wantonly. eyebrows knitting together, jj’s jaw fell slack as he watched you lap at every drop. “fuck, that’s so hot.” he panted, guiding you to take him in your throat one more time. just as you pulled away with pop! a string of saliva still connecting him to your lips, both of you froze when you heard footsteps sounding from the dock. “jj, you in there?!” you grabbed your robe and ran off to the bathroom with shaky legs, your hand covering your mouth to silence your breaths as rafe’s voice rang out from outside.
jj zipped up his pants, quickly slipping on his shirt and trucker hat before grabbing a rag and pretending to wipe down the counter of the bar. “yo, mr. cameron! what are you doing here?” he cleared his throat, his leg bouncing up and down as the satin material of your robe poked out from the bottom of the bathroom door. “this is my yacht.” rafe spoke blandly, taking a suspicious look around. “right..” jj cursed under his breath, his dick still hard in his boxers as he ‘cleaned’. “the place looks good,” rafe nodded, taking a wad of cash out of his pocket, “here’s that three hundred i messaged you about.” using the rag to shield his erection, jj thanked rafe before putting the bills in his boot.
“have you seen my wife? there’s no one in the house.” jj shook his head, his hand scratching the back of his neck as he pretended to be confused. “no, i haven’t seen her at all, actually.. maybe she went out?” rafe eyed jj, the red flush to his cheeks and sweaty skin making him narrow his gaze. “maybe,” the older man replied, “anyways, you could go now.” jj sighed in relief, flashing rafe an awkward smile before rushing out. laughing on his way to the twinkie, jj quickly hauled out of figure eight in case rafe discovered his wife in the bathroom. he thought about you the entire ride back to the chateau, your fucked out face gracing his memory.
usually he’d have no trouble telling the guys all about his latest conquest, but when john b and pope asked him about how everything went, he settled for a quick ‘it was fine, i got the money.’ before throwing himself down on the living room couch. jj fell asleep without a care in the world, his previous activities finally catching up to him and making him feel utterly exhausted. by the time he woke back up, the chateau was pitch black, both john b and pope nowhere to be found. groaning, he remembered his phone in his pocket and quickly checked to see if it needed more battery. there, on his screen was a series of text messages from an unknown number.
[7:38 PM] Unknown : hi it’s y/n.
[7:40 PM] Unknown : i got your number from rafe’s phone. sorry if this is weird, you could just block me if i’m overstepping! i’d be lying if i said i didn’t hope you’d text me back though. again, sorry if this is weird i never do this.
[8:00 PM] Unknown : i have to head out to dinner with rafe now (btw i snuck back in the house and got in the shower so he wouldn’t think anything happened), but if you’re up for it i was thinking we could meet up tonight? rafe is knocked out by 10 so i could sneak out any time after that..
jj glanced at the time. 11:27 PM.
quickly making you a contact in his phone, jj typed in ‘figure eight milf 🍼’ before he sat up, running a hand over his face. there was no way in hell he was going to miss out on this opportunity when it just fell into his lap like this. rafe was already snoring in your ear when your phone buzzed on the nightstand, your hands quickly moving to check the notification.
[11:29 PM] JJ : can you come to me? my friends are out for the rest of the night, no one will know you’re here. i’ll send the address.
[11:29 PM] JJ started sharing location with you
biting your lip, you responded.
[11:32 PM] figure eight milf 🍼 : yes, that’s fine. should i stop for anything?
you watched as the three dots disappeared and reappeared as jj typed.
[11: 33 PM] JJ : i have pre rolls so just get some twisted teas. and food.
rolling your eyes, you were reminded that jj was indeed just another twenty-one year old man.
[11:34 PM] JJ : i’m gonna shower rn but just go straight to the room on the right as soon as you walk in, alright?
[11:35 PM] figure eight milf 🍼 : okay, omw.
glancing back at rafe’s sleeping figure, you sighed softly.
· · · ℜ · · · Cabin Adventures in the Woods · · · ℜ · · ·
ᰔᩚ ━━ Gist: Toji invites you to the Woods with a special guest, sounds like fun for you but for your partner? Not so much!
ᰔᩚ ━━ Warnings: Smut, considered dark content, Oral( f and m), reader is plus size/chubby here, Toji and Shiu are side pieces, infidelity, cheater!reader, v shape pussy eating, Rough sex, dom!Shiu and switch! Toji( why not have your two potential bfs kiss), consensual threesome, cervix kissing, degradation kink, sensitive!reader but not babied, Dacryphilia, Pet names, Mean! Toji and Shiu, impact play( choking, spitting, pussy slaps, and etc.), breathe play, praise kink, deep throating, squirting, age gap( you’re in your 20 they’re in their late 30s and early 40s), creampies, breeding kink, doggy style, rose toy being used, Shiu’s brother is a OC I came up with for the plot, Toji’s been plotting on you, so has Shiu, slight aftercare, I may be forgetting things here so lemme know if I did.
ᰔᩚ ━━ Word Count: 4.7k
ᰔᩚ ━━ Dolly Note From Charmmyvixen:Hi my moon-pies!!! Happy New Years Eve. I wanted to do this little Drabble because I was beginning to be a little rusty on my fanfics tbh, it probably will show with this one but I plan on being a bit active next year so until the next, enjoy this one!!
New years, the time of love, cheers, and celebrations. Usually people spend their time confessing love to one another or just simply enjoying the moment before a new year comes forth into their lives. You, however, were the total opposite. You spent your time getting stuffed on New Year’s Eve by men you never thought you’d be with because of your own views of men like them. Scumbags on the low type. The ones you hated but with them, it’s different. Different in a way that’s concerning to those who know how you feel about men like them.
“ Toji pleaseee. Please fuck me.”, You begged him like a cat in heat and Toji loved every second of it. His smirk in the candle-lit room in this cabin was bold like a shiny light bulb.
He has wanted you since the day he saw you in a beautiful outfit that fit your body type just right. You were in a casino next to the man he considered a business partner and a friend's brother. He knew the man had you on lock yet he still wanted a taste of you. He knew Shiu’s brother was possessive of you from the grip he had on your thigh as you sat on his right leg. Shiu’s brother spoke about you like you were his pride and joy and treated you like it as well so why were you now miles away from Sho, Shiu’s brother, in a cabin alone with his friend/business partner. Such a naughty vixen you are. He almost wanted to laugh from how hard he had to work for the moment he’s in now. You were a tough cookie to crack, that's for sure.
“ You’re so needy right now. Did he not do his job correctly or are you just a natural whore in heat?”, Toji venomously said as he leaned over you with a smirk on his face. You tilt your head to the side in curiosity of why he’s so harsh to you yet your thoughts in the back of your mind liked him being vulgar with you. He saw how your eyes were beginning to water and he was about to ravish you because of how sensitive you are. Sho used to talk about how sensitive his “honey” is and that egged Toji on even further. You were the chase and prize of a person he wanted, and honestly he was glad, Sho didn’t know he was here with you right now. He knows one brother had a deep crush on you to the sign of love and one had you in his clutches willingly to die for you. You, The lovely (reader).
“ He does his job correctly it’s just”, the pause echoed off the walls and Toji wasn’t sure how it was possible but he heard it as if a pause had a sound. “ He's too busy and a bit boring when it comes to sex positions. But enough about him.”, you say as you look up at Toji as your elbows hold you up.
Toji shook his head side to side, “ Nuh uh, we’re not done until I say we’re done.” He looked at your round-cheek face and smiled to himself, “ No wonder Shiu was crushing on you as well. You’re a total masterpiece huh, pretty girl?”
If a blush could be seen on your soft and buttered skin, he would’ve teased you even more. You didn’t know if it’s possible but every word he said went straight to your pussy. It's not like you don’t get compliments, it's just with his voice paired with the compliments just take you there. Plus, you didn’t know that Shiu felt that way. Probably the reason why Sho doesn’t leave you around Shiu for too long. Something you noticed a while back when you two were alone in Sho’s dining room while he went to go get something for his brother. The day of your awakening of Shiu Kong.
“ Why thank you, but Toji”, you sat up more and everytime you moved your body vibrated with movement making your tits and stomach move with you— Toji was genuinely fascinated to watch eagerly as you do, “ whe-”
Toji’s phone rang and he walked backwards still keeping his eyes on you as he picked up his phone and answered, you tried to hear the voice but couldn’t hear correctly, “ yeah…. She’s here… what do you mean you’re at the door?… nuh uh you’re trying to fuck this up for me… how did you even fin-”. Toji threw his phone back on the dresser and sighed, “ he’s coming in, are you okay with that?”
You sat up fully with a worried expression on your face, “ Wait who? Please don’t say Sho found us. Please I can’t get cau-”
“ Relax, it’s Shiu not Sho, now again, are you comfortable with him coming in?”, Toji announces lifting up your chin with two thick fingers of his feeling the plushiness of your chin developing what some would call a double-chin. He thought it was honestly the cutest and sexiest thing ever to feel as of right now. He really was and is about to show you why he appreciates you from head to toe. In a way Sho could never do for you.
Your eyes grew shiny and wide with that confirmation as you slowly nodded your head. Toji clicked his tongue, “ Baby, I need words from you”, his voice dropped several degrees lower, “ say it for me.”
“ Yes he could come in, now go get the man out the cold Toji, I’m sure he’s freezing right now.”, You say with a slight hint of worry in your voice.
Toji laughed and turned around to grab a pink rose toy that you brought with you to the cabin. “ As I butter him up, I want you to play with this for the time being, need you shaking for me, understood?” Toji grabbed your hand and placed the toy on it, “ Here.” You were about to whine because you didn’t want to cum too easily and you knew you were going to do that with that rose toy, but as you opened your mouth, he stopped walking out the door to look over his shoulder at you, “ Don’t cum.” Two words you didn’t want to hear at the moment yet had to be taken with a grain of salt because from the look of his eyes he wasn’t playing.
You heard his heavy boots climbing down the small staircase whilst clicking the button on to watch as it vibrated amongst your hand before moving your finger to the second level. You were a bit nervous doing this since this is your first official time using this toy. You spread your legs trying to drown out the vibration noises to focus on what they were now doing. You heard mumbling and a loud rich laugh coming from Shiu as Toji spoke with him. As soon as you heard that laugh, you bit your lips as your hand moved the rose toy closer to your pink lace panties you had decided to bring for this “get away”. Once you placed the toy on your wet, fat pussy on the outer part of your panties, you felt like you astral projected into another realm for a minute.
“ Mmm fuc-uhh. I didn’t know this shit was ummph.”, You moaned to nobody in particular as the rose sent waves of pleasure to your clit. Opening your legs wider and leaning back with one hand behind you and your head tilted back, anybody that walked in could tell you were enjoying yourself.
You had enough and pushed your panties to the side of one of your glistening and slightly hairy, pussy lips for the rose toy to be rightfully placed on your puffy, twitching clit. From the way your lip was clenched between your teeth was the main lead away that you were about to cum; can’t even forget the way your chest rose and body shuddered. Shiu leaned on the doorway with his eyes going lower and intense as he watched you while Toji carefully and skillfully walked closer to snatch the toy from your hand.
“ Tsk tsk tsk, what the hell did I tell you?”, The snatch of your cheeks causing your lips to pucker was the giveaway that he was a little upset at you disobeying him. He was jealous that the toy got close to making you cum. He was supposed to do that, not a damn toy.
You whined as he yanked you closer to his face. You could practically see the silver glint in his green eyes., “ I’m sowrry I juss needed to c-”
“ What did he say? I’m sure it was along the lines of don’t cum right? And what were you about to do, Princess?”, Shiu says walking on the side of Toji while loosening up his tie.
Toji let go of your cheeks to allow you to properly plead your case, “ I knew I was about to cum and couldn’t stop, it’s just so good, T. You understand right?” Toji looked at Shiu and Shiu looked at Toji before looking back at you and your pretty eyes. Your eye color was in no way unique but my God to them, they were the prettiest they ever saw when they looked down at you.
You almost wanted to moan at the cool air kissing your pussy as you held a staring contest with each of them— turning your head back and forth between the two. Toji was the first to speak, “ I do understand and now you won’t be able to cum until the countdown, it’s about 11:20 as of now”, he turned to Shiu, “ think she could hold it for that long?”
“ I would’ve said to 12:00, they start the countdown a couple of seconds before 12, so what’s another couple of seconds added on to that punishment, am I right?”, he placed a hand on the side of your face loving how the moon made out with your luscious skin in this dark candle-lit room, “ You could last for us right, Princess? I’ve heard how my brother doesn’t care about you cumming from your own mouth while on the phone with another person so pretend we’re him at this moment.
Your eyes widened when he said that as Toji snickered with a gruff laugh, “ You know about th-”
“ Enough, I want you now. Wanna mark you up to let him know how to fuck and treat a woman.”, Toji ended his sentence with a heated and warm kiss to your now dry-glossed lips. As you were making out with Toji, you heard Shiu’s belt buckle and a zipper. Your saliva was mixing up with Toji’s perfectly while your hands moved in his hair. His hair was soft and shiny. Surprisingly, he was starting to melt from your fingers in his hair and tongue twisting with his.
“ Mmm such a perfect girl you are for us.”, Toji kissed over your face and down to your chest as he said this. You, on the other hand, couldn’t break eye contact with Shiu as he held out two of his thick fingers to your mouth.
Toji kept chanting the words pretty and perfect as he made his way down to your stomach. He traced the stretch marks on your belly with his tongue tickling you, ultimately causing your hands to try to push them away. Shiu didn’t like that you broke eye contact with him so he grabbed your chin to tilt your head with a command, “ Open up.” You willingly opened up your mouth and he slid his thick and long fingers inside. Toji was on his way to your wet and slightly slimy pussy covered in your own juices. He licked his lips and reached one arm up for his hand to roll and tweak with your puffy nipples.
“ Fuuuck”, he placed a small kiss on your fat lips, “she’s a beauty and she smells good.”, Toji was in love with the way your pussy was warming his lips up from how wet and horny she was. His tongue parted your pussy lips from how thick it was and he was in heaven once his tongue marinated the taste of your clit on it.
“ Mmm, t-Toji pleashmhmm.”, you tried to speak around Shiu’s fingers and he pushed them deeper.
Shiu scoffed , “ you should be focused on me and me only. You’re acting very slutty, who would’ve known my own brother could score in life with you as his girlfriend. Want’ you cummin’ around my cock as I make you forget about that little shit I call a brother.” He loved the feeling of your saliva dripping down his fingers and onto your bra covered tits. The site could be straight out of porno. He also loved the way your throat was convulsing around his fingers as he pushed them even further hearing your small gags, “ fuck I’m gonna enjoy you.”
You moaned and coughed around his fingers as you took in his words and tongue, now eating you out as if his life depended on it. His tongue flicked against your clit with precision and speed you couldn’t even fathom. “ mmm nghhh.”, you tried to reach down to push him away from sucking and flicking your clit like a mad man but Shiu went even deeper, so you tried to close your thighs around Toji’s head. The slurping sounds almost came to a cease yet it couldn’t because his large hands were holding them apart as he devoured your dripping pussy.
You squirmed at the feeling of his hands forcing you down in the best way, his thick, medium size tongue circled around your clit and he finally enclosed his mouth over the small pearl and sucked carefully. The sucking sound was getting to you. You were becoming overwhelmed from how Shiu’s fingers moved in and out of your mouth to Toji’s tongue and mouth swirling and sucking on your pussy. He even sucked on your vulva lips, almost like he enjoyed eating pussy.
“ Fuck man, you’re trying to make her cum on purpose like the dirty dog you are, aren’t you?”, Shiu says as he smirks down at Toji eating and sucking your pussy. Toji detaches from your pussy with a string of saliva disconnecting from his lips and your pussy. He chuckled as his face glistened with your wetness, “ You know me well, why not take me out to eat already?”
Shiu snickers, “ we’re already eating out, move over so I could enjoy the dinner as well.” Shiu took his fingers out your mouth watching as your saliva traced and dropped down your chest so nastily. His hands were wet as he brought them to his mouth sucking on them tasting your saliva without a care in the world. He smiled at you before dropping down next to Toji. He licked around Toji’s mouth before kissing him. You watched in shock as they made out so passionately. They were both enjoying the taste of your saliva and pussy juice.
When they disconnected from each other, they looked up at your face. Your facial expression was a mix between amusement and confusion, so they chuckled at your facial expression. They then looked between your legs at your pussy quivering, they knew you were turned on even more if that was even possible at this point. You smiled down at them with your legs still spread wide, “ that was so hot, knew you two had something going on from the way he who shall not be named describe your relationship when I asked.”
“ We don’t have anything going on sweetheart, we just like to fuck with each other every now and then. We discovered that we loved the same person and decided to play with each other in absence of her.”, Toji ended it with a large flick on your pussy. His tongue laid flat on your pussy as he moved it slowly— licking vertically.
Shiu hummed before yanking Toji’s hair back, he spat on your pussy and they both started to devour you as both tongues moved at different paces making you forget that they said they loved the same person. One moved rapidly and vertically against your pussy as opposed to the circular, smooth slow motion. You were beginning to become overstimulated from the pleasure you were getting from both of them. Your body slowly laid on the bed, taking in the feeling they were giving you with their mouths over your pussy.
Toji and Shiu each grabbed one leg and lifted them so your legs were in a v shape making your pussy puff up even more, ultimately giving them more access to your fat, sloppily wet pussy. You felt so weird because of this position but on top of the world as well. “ shittt pleasee im gonna cum before the time, please. Please.” Your desperate moans and pleas were deaf to both of their ears. What makes matters worse, it’s like they both were now sucking and licking at the same speed.
Their mmm and groans were going straight to your pussy and you wanted to cry because you were getting closer to the edge and they knew because one of their tongues moves inside of your hole now. Their tongue was thick but a bit longe than the other one, so you know that had to be Shiu fucking your hole open with his tongue.
“ Oooh my goddd, m-m, I’m gonn- nuhhhh~”, you moaned as you squirmed and tried to bring your legs down because they started to shake and tingle. Your toes curled as you orgasmed and it’s the best feeling you ever had. You didn’t care that your chin was on your chest or that your stomach was moving aggressively as you shook underneath their mouths. Toji and Shiu were caught off guard when gusts of water hit their faces. Toji felt like he was in the shower so this was nothing to him meanwhile Shiu was surprised as he admired the way your pussy squirted on them.
“ Shit baby doll, should’ve gotten that on camera.”, Shiu says as he bent forward again with his tongue knocking into Toji’s as they both did two final flicks on your clit.
Your body shuddered as they carefully brought your legs down to give you air to finally breathe and digest what they put you through. You felt a smack against your pussy and yelped at the impact, “ what the fu-”
They both spoke at the same time scaring you a bit, like a horny scare.
“ Finish that sentence I dare you.”
“ Didn’t we say not to cum before the countdown , huh?”
Toji got on the bed and leaned over you taking your lips in his mouth biting them, “ You’re so fucked, you know that right?”
Shiu came on the side of the bed placing one knee into the bed as he leaned over you as well, “ She knows. Such a naughty girl to not listen, what should we do with you not listening to us?”
You looked at them so tiredly before smiling with your eyes closed, “ it’s both of your faults, not mine.” That one remark made them have you on all fours with Toji plunging into you from behind as both feet were planted on either side of your legs— your ass hit his naked pelvis like an earthquake and you loved how hard and good it felt against you. Shiu was fucking your mouth, dragging his cock in and out so harshly making you take all of him.
“ Come on, you were just talking shit, now look at you with a mouth full of my dick just how I like it when it comes to brats like you”, Shiu knew he was hitting the back of your throat hell he probably was down in your throat especially with the way you gagged and spurted spit bubbles around his cock, “ Shit a fucking vixen with a mouth full of my damn cock, mmmmahhh~”
Toji wanted to see how far he was so he reached to your neck and gripped it just right as he continued to fuck into your pussy from behind, “ Holy shit, she’s the fucking best. Fuck, ( reader), baby- mmmm your pussy is so tight around me. Fits like a fucking latex glove.”
Their voices was distorted in your ears because your mind was so fucked out, you couldn’t think,see, hear— only feel everything happening to your body as tears dripped down your face from how good you were feeling. Your moans and groans were muffled and the vibration of your moans were going straight to Shiu’s spit filled cock sliding in and out of your mouth. The sounds of dick sucking and pussy pounding were heard throughout the room and you were loving it. The moans and groans sounds was a plus.
“ Shit babydoll, I’m gonna cum deep inside of this mouth of yours, you’re gonna swallow it right, but you still can’t cum.” Shiu checked his watch still moving his hips against your mouth, scratching your skin with his pants zipper a little bit but you didn’t mind because your mind was cloudy, “ Mmmhhhgh, it’s only 11:45, Princess.”
You blinked at him and moved your head up and down his dick hollowing your cheeks to add on to his pleasure. You wanted his cum inside of your mouth, he tasted good as of now, so you were feigning for his cum in your mouth. Toji gripped your neck as his long, thick dick pounded into you kissing your cervix making you wince and whine around Shiu’s cock. Toji loved your pussy opening and closing around his dick before he felt you tighten around him when he slapped your ass with his free hand.
He leaned down to your ear, biting it as he groaned and moaned your name into your ear, “ don’t you dare cum around my dick right now, {reader}.” Toji looked at the clock before hearing your phone ring, he leaned back down to whisper, “ Hold off for 12 more minutes.”
Toji stopped for a bit to reach for your phone as he heard the choking sounds of Shiu fucking your mouth more faster not caring about your hands tapping his thighs a bit, he knew Shiu knew about breathe play kink from his brother’s big ass mouth. Speaking of the devil, Sho was calling your phone so Toji answered and put it on speaker.
“ Hey baby, just called to check in on you since you haven’t called since you’ve been with your girlfrie-”, you heard your boyfriend pause before raising his voice a little, “ why the hell do I hear grunts and clapping.”
Shiu’s head rolled back and he came in your mouth snapping his hips into your face not caring about his brother now yelling into the phone after hearing his loud grunts and moans, “ fuckkkkk babydollll. Ahhhh~”
Toji smirked as he knew his brother heard everything while he continued to pound into your pussy at a speed that was unforgiving to most but not you. You were a feign for rough sex like this. Once Toji watched as Shiu’s semi hard cock pulled out your cock, he grabbed your hairstyle in his large fingers, pulling your head back, “ Say our name baby, let him know who’s fucking and making you feel good.”
“ You stupid fucking bitch, we’re done. You’re fucking someone else behind my-”, you tuned your boyfriend out as Toji jackhammered into you. Your knees and arms were buckling under you and he felt you were about to collapse so he grabbed your stomach and fell with you.
With his hand and arms hugging around your stomach, he removed them when you carefully fell on the bed and now had his arms around your neck, “ Give me our pussy baby, tell him.”
“ Fuckkkkahhh To-jiiiiiahhh, keep fucking me like this.”, you were practically drooling as you laid your head on his buff and sweaty arms as he pounded into you from behind.
Shiu came up and yanked your head back to slap your cheek with small slaps, “ Open that pretty mouth for me.” He made sure his brother could hear him and he almost wanted to mock and laugh at the anger his brother displayed on the other side of the phone.
“ YOU’RE FUCKING THAT SHIT BAG TOJI AND MY DUMBASS BROTHER, ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY? WAS I NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU? YOU LITTLE UNGRATEFUL WHORE! WHEN I FIND OUT WHERE YOU THREE ARE RES-”, Shiu laughed at his brother and watched as you paid no attention to your angry boyfriend threatening and calling your names on the phone. I mean, he could see why when you’re screaming and moaning from the impact of Toji’s wild thrust. He gathered spit and spat it into your opened mouth, some getting on your lips to which you licked your lips—happily licking it up.
“ Such a nasty slut you got yourself little brother, I wonder why you took her for granted. Good job, little brother.”, Shiu scolded as his dick grew softer the more he spoke to his annoying brother. You tuned out their bickering and leaned your head back to look into Toji's eyes, “ can I pleasssuhh ahmnnn, can I please cum T’? I can’t hold it anymore.”
Toji was now slowly digging into your creamy pussy with his bottom lip balled in between his teeth, he heard everyone counting down in the background of Shiu’s crying and whiny voice begging for your attention back and with every number he slammed into you. His dick was almost slapping your insides as you two kissed. The ripples from his thurst, bruising kiss, and strong hold on your neck made your moaning screams mumble into his mouth but heard amongst the men in the room and the man on the phone . He was enjoying this just as much as you were, especially because your cream was mixing in with your squirting on the bed making a big wet spot upon it. His thighs were covered in your cum and when the number finally got to one, he slammed into one last time and came into your weeping pussy as you moaned loudly for anyone in the woods to hear.
Toji moans were deep and beautiful to hear to you and Shiu as he bit his lips as he watched Toji pour every last drop of his cum into you. “ Ahhhh mmmm fuck baby, happy fucking new years and happy belated birthday to me. Thank you for making me a father again baby.” You were too tired to notice he wanted to become the father of your child and that it was his birthday today, well yesterday since it’s finally 2026.
Shiu came over with a warm towel he got from the bathroom while he was arguing with his brother on the phone— something Toji didn’t even notice. Toji collapsed on your body trying not to put all his weight on you. You were drowsy and falling asleep. .
Shiu brought the towel to your forehead and wiped, doing the same thing to Toji as well before using a bigger towel to wipe between both of your legs whilst Toji’s cock was still in your fluttering pussy. He didn’t want to move at all, he loved this feeling too much and Shiu could sense it so he spoke up, “ I’m gonna run you two a bath and change the sheets, you could stay in her all night if you want to especially since it doesn’t look like she wants you to leave either from the grip she has on it. Make sure you hold her when you walk the both of you to the bathroom. Oh and happy belated birthday, Toji.” With that, Shiu kissed both of your foreheads and walked into the bathroom connected to the room. Toji smiled and looked down at you still gripping his biceps with your hands, not tightly though. God, he’s so in love with you. They were in love with you and you just didn’t realize it.
Series masterlist
Pairing: Spencer Reid x femBAU!reader
Category: smut 18+ MDNI, angst
Summary: Attending Rossi's wedding while nursing the betrayal of your boyfriend, you find solace (and revenge) in the arms of Dr. Spencer Reid.
Content: 7.7k porn with a plot. Mentions of smoking and drinking, reader wears a dress, heels, and make up, and cheats on her shitty bf, semi-public sex, oral (m and f receiving), softdom!Spencer, fingering, overstimulation, squirting, reader is called naughty girl and good girl, very slight degradation, lots of praise, big dick!Spencer, size kink, unprotected p in v, creampie, rumination and references to sin and Eve and religion in general, probably blasphemous, Jeid mention, unhealthy coping mechanisms, this is kinda toxic but it's sexy I swear (I HOPE; yell at me nicely if i missed anything)
A/N: this fic had been MARINATING for more than a month. Probably overwritten and self-indulgent, years of Catholic trauma rlly just spilled onto my docs ya know. Tried very very hard to make the smut worth it because there's so much build up and I'd hate for the smut to be meh. Lost the plot multiple times. Reached the point of i’m sick of this fic pls let it end but ultimately it's a piece that I’m actually proud of. Dedicated to user @notlongtolove for the yap fest and brainstorming, iykyk!!! Pls enjoy while I rejoice; this mammoth is finally over. Special request to leave a comment so I feel accomplished, pretty please tyyyy.
Rossi's wedding had been your opportunity to introduce your new boyfriend to the team. You've taken great pains to keep your relationship private, a feat that makes you proud because the amount of things that gets past Penelope Garcia is next to nothing. But somehow, in the past four months, you've managed. You've passed the threshold, the personal rule of three months of privacy, of keeping things on the down low, and you had been excited to stroll up to Rossi's fourth wedding in the arms of Cameron, your boyfriend of nearly five months.
Unfortunately, you'd caught another woman's underwear in his car nearly a week before the day of the wedding. He still hasn't admitted to his betrayal, no matter how many times you've pleaded and talked to him. You already know, anyway. It's easy enough to tell from his body language. The twitch of his lips he does whenever he's nervous, the way he overuses the phrase come on, every single one of his tells point to his infidelity. You've used every trick in the profiler handbook— interrogation, an attempt to seduce, anger— none has worked.
Your pathetic boyfriend would only repeat that he loves you so much, why are you acting like this?
So you're a depressing cloud on Rossi's big day. You hide it behind a big smile, which would normally be unconvincing, but everyone is too wrapped up in the festivities to look too closely at your hastily erected facade.
And it’s worked, for the most part. You know it’s not because of your acting skills, but more because there’s too much going on to pay attention to you. And disappearing as part of the crowd allows you to observe and stew in your betrayal, fingertips tingling with the desire to get even somehow.
You wish you could say he’d tempted you. Pursued you with gentle brushes of his hands on the exposed skin of your back, bewitched you with his dimpled smile, so inhumanly beautiful you just couldn’t say no. How could you resist temptation when it is being presented to you by someone who looks like he’s been carved by the hands of God himself?
Because Spencer Reid has always been something akin to divinity, at least to you. As the BAU's newest recruit— appointed and transferred by the infamous Linda Barnes herself—you've had to fight tooth and nail to earn the team's trust.
Now, Linda Barnes is gone, you have a spot on the team, and Spencer Reid remains elusive.
His reputation preceded him, of course, one of the smartest active agents, incarcerated for something he didn't do. He's kind in the moments you've spent with him, with a bumbling earnestness that you've found endearing.
He's also incredibly beautiful.
So who could blame you if you did give in to his advances? People stronger than you have succumbed, after all, and you, in your vulnerable, lovelorn glory, would not have been responsible if you decided to take a bite from the forbidden apple, right? Giving in to temptation is the lesser sin, more forgivable, would absolve you of guilt especially after the betrayal you've gone through.
Except Spencer Reid hadn’t pursued you. The meeting had been accidental, at least that’s what you tell yourself. You’d seen him leave towards the end of the ceremony. Of course you did, you had been watching him all night. Sometime towards the end of the ceremony, while the minister was talking about the importance of second chances, he’d slipped away.
You had been the one to go after him. In your defense, you’ve been itching to get your hands on a cigarette since you got here. Weddings have always made you giddy, excited. It’s a celebration of love, after all, a declaration of two people’s commitment to each other. In sickness and health. But Cameron's infidelity weighs heavily upon your shoulders, and though you've borne more than this—you're a BAU agent, after all, you face horrors on a daily basis—it's still difficult to set aside the burn when you're surrounded by happy couples.
So you’d put your focus on Dr. Reid: handsome in his suit, but something about him seemed distracted. Perhaps he'd been banking upon the wedding as a distraction, just like you had been. Everyone is too busy with the happy couple to pay attention to two lonely souls.
But he's wrong. You've got your eye on him, and you see something in his amber irises that reflect your own.
Loneliness.
Why is Spencer Reid lonely?
It’s the intrigue that ultimately leads you out into the hallways. And when you stumble upon his brooding form, your excuse is truthful, “I'm trying to find the bathroom.”
He kindly escorts you to the correct wing, making small talk. Something about wedding dresses not being white historically. You smile and nod, thanking him graciously as you slip into the ladies room. When you leave the bathroom after basically inhaling a stick of cigarette, he’s still lingering outside. Waiting by the wall, smiling upon your return.
“Oh,” you return his smile, “You’re still here.”
“Figured we could walk back together.” his nose wrinkled a little as you stepped closer, the smell of your cigarette apparently not sufficiently disguised.
You're smile becomes sheepish, shaking your head, “I thought I was being slick by spraying perfume, but apparently not.”
He laughs. It reminds you of the church bells that rang for the wedding. Rich and lilting.
“Not to judge, but why the need for a smoke break?”
“Why should there be a reason?”
“You've told me you only smoke when you're stressed out.” Fuck. “Why are you stressed out?”
“Just having a bad day.”
It's the wrong answer, because his gaze zeroes in on you, oozing with an intense curiosity. “On Rossi's wedding?”
“Not because of it,” You laugh airily, but in the quiet of the hallway, it's much more difficult to pretend that everything is okay. Two can play at this game though. “Why are you out here?”
He averts his gaze to his shoes, brows furrowing in a way that makes you blood spike. He’s hiding something.
“I just needed some fresh air.” he pushes his hands deep into his pockets, lifting his gaze from the floor and dragging it through your form, taking in your appearance in the cocktail dress you’ve donned for the wedding. His voice is strangled when he speaks again,, “You look lovely. I don’t think I’ve had the chance to tell you yet.”
“Thank you. You look very dashing too.” A pause stretches between you. In that quiet moment, it seems like the universe has presented the perfect way of retaliation for you. The nicotine had made you bold, audacious. And if you’d read him correctly, then he’s in need of relief as much as you are, the kind of relief a simple cigarette wouldn’t fix. You step closer, looking straight into his eyes, “Truth be told, I’m not in any hurry to go back.”
You see his jaw clench, the beautiful brain of his going a thousand miles per minute, likely computing every possible meaning of your words. His eyes flicker to your lips, and you decide to help him out, taking another step forward and tilting your head up.
When you kissed him, he didn’t even hesitate to kiss you back. Mouth parting, fingers tightly clenched at your waist, pulling you closer and closer until space felt like a foreign concept altogether. He is an insistent kisser, leaning his whole weight into you as his lips opened and sucked at yours.
The dark corner isn’t ideal, but it was the closest space at your disposal. Neither of you are willing to spend more time looking for somewhere to hide, not when you could spend that time running your hands and lips in places undiscovered. Your lips across the strong angle of his jaw, his stubble tickling your skin. Spencer tonguing the space beneath your ear, fragrant with traces of your perfume. Your hand massaging him into an erection through the fabric of his pants.
He lets out the prettiest moan when you drop to your knees in front of him.
You don’t miss the irony of it as you tugged and undid his belt and zipper, fully conscious of the act you’re about to commit. Kneeling in a chapel, for all the wrong reasons.
“Are you sure?” the words spill from his lips so sweetly, as if he isn't standing before you with his erection only inches from your face. Long and thick and already leaking precum at the tip.
You take him into your mouth as an answer, condemning yourself to your fate. Spencer is beautiful like the devil, and you’re Eve succumbing to the first sin.
Two wrongs do not make a right. You know this. Everyone does. A lesson as old as time itself, written in languages you can’t comprehend. Even mathematics dictates that adding two negative integers does not cancel them out—the negative value merely increases. You should not retaliate on your boyfriend by committing the very sin that hurt you in the first place. By all accounts, nothing good should come from it.
Yet here you are, on your knees for a man as pretty as the devil himself. A man very much not your boyfriend.
Even fucking worse, your coworker.
Tucked in some dark corner—not even given the dignity of a dusty closet. That at least would have given you complete privacy. No, you’re on your knees in some seemingly abandoned hallway, half hidden by a combination of the dim lights, and ostentatious pillars, and him. His lean body shields you from general view as your lips stretched around his throbbing length.
You learn that he is a contradiction. A large hand gathers your perfectly styled curls, holding them at the crown of your head. Gentle, careful. The other rests just beneath your jaw, holding your head still as he slowly pushes his hips forward. Your nails grip his pants as your mouth stretches around his girth. The fabric wrinkles under your clutches as the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat, then begins to push beyond it.
Only half of his length in and you're already choking.
Wide, panicked eyes dart up to meet his deceptively honeyed ones. You consider pulling back, just to catch your breath but you can’t; his hands are holding you steady. Oddly enough, the look in his eyes helps you relax. There’s something inherently trustworthy about those ochre irises, despite the fact that his pupils have blown up so much and nearly eclipsed them. Maybe you’re too used to indifference from Cameron, too used to sex being so clinical and borderline perfunctory, that the unbridled lust in his gaze excites you instead of scare you away.
Still, it doesn’t help the little choking issue you’re currently having.
“Breathe through your nose,” he murmurs. You blink back the tears that have gathered at your lashes, still maintaining eye contact with him. Spencer sighs, pulls his cock out. Mercy. It's not something you deserve, but you take advantage of the moment wisely, following his instructions and breathing through your nose.
The stench of sin is musky and stale. You fill your lungs with it all the same, just as he rams his cock back down your throat and fills your mouth. He hisses when you gag around him lightly, but doesn’t stop. You realize that you’d probably chase after him if he does anyway.
His thumb caresses your cheek, “That’s it, good girl. You can take it.”
Well fuck.
It’s a little too much, balancing on your knees like this while he uses your mouth and throat, but you push through because he says you can. You fancied yourself the seductress, but somehow, the tides have turned and you’re little more than putty in his hands.
His cock glides in and out of your mouth with ease, painting chapped red marks from your lipstick along the veined length with every push of his hips. Finding your balance, you wrap a hand around the base of his cock, stroking up what you can't fit into your mouth. After a few clumsy attempts, you manage to match the rhythm of his hips.
What a pretty figure you make, on your knees, looking up at him with fluttering lashes. You moan around his length, sending vibrations up his spine, and are rewarded by his mouth falling open, a wordless expression of pleasure. He continues to fuck your mouth, never breaking eye contact as he eases his cock deeper with each thrust. Tears gather at your lash line every time he goes down your throat.
You’re sure your throat is distending in order to accommodate his girth, and it makes your own pussy clench at the idea. What would it be like to have such a large cock inside your walls, filling you? It makes you moan again, and Spencer’s hand tightens at your hair. His pace quickens, and you hollow your cheeks, urging him to continue.
You hear his undoing before you feel it, strained groans tumbling from trembling lips, before his hips thrust forward and suddenly your nose is pressed to his crotch, and there’s an explosion at the back of your throat. He holds you there, eyes watering, drool spilling from the corners of your ruined mouth as he blows his load deep in your throat.
Yeah, he definitely needed that.
You swallow what you can, but that’s difficult when there’s a huge cock obstructing your throat.
It ends up being a mess, combination of your saliva and his cum dripping out of your mouth and onto the floor. How fitting. In the back of your mind, you’re just happy that only a few drops landed on your dress. Easy enough to clean. Miraculously. Your conscience, however, is an entirely different story.
Still, some part of you can’t even begin to feel bad. Cameron had cheated first, he’d broken the bounds of your relationship first.
Sure, this is still wrong. You have no moral ascendency to stand on, but who cares about any of that when Spencer Reid is kneeling before you with gentle hands and even gentler eyes?
“Are you all right?” he murmurs, his voice slow and sensual like dripping honey.
Somehow, your voice does not betray you, coming out clear and far more confident than you’re actually feeling. “Yeah, I’m good.”
He smiles, thumbs wiping away some of the residue off your lips, “Are you sure? You look a little dazed.”
You laugh, “I mean, yeah, but I just need to catch my breath.”
He takes your hand, helps you stand back up. “I think another trip to the bathroom is in order.” he says as he guides you to the bathroom again.
When you get there, you are a wreck of the highest order, curls dishevelled despite his attempts to be careful, lipstick smudged around your mouth. Your chin is still a little moist from the drool and cum that had dripped down. Tear tracks drag down your cheeks, but thankfully your eye makeup and foundation are only a little smudged. Nothing a little dab of a napkin won’t fix.
You fix what you can—quick spray of perfume, reapplication of lipstick. Hands steady as you work. You aren't sure if this is a sign of guilt, or lack of it. You don't really care. He's gone when you leave the bathroom now, and the soft, treacherous side of your heart fills with disappointment. You remind yourself that it's better this way, less conspicuous, if he returns to the wedding before you.
Still, swallowing his load with an obstructed throat somehow had been easier than swallowing the bitter disappointment that builds in the back of your tongue.
The ceremony is just about to end when you return to the makeshift chapel, people standing and clapping as David and Krystall Rossi share the sweetest kisses. A celebration of love and second chances. After what you've done with Spencer, you know this is out of your cards now. You've fallen far beyond redemption, shot the remnants of your relationship with Cameron after kneeling in service of another man.
You catch sight of Spencer, standing in the midst of other agents. Clapping like everyone else, but his eyes are trained upon something else. Curiosity gets the best of you and you follow his gaze, trying to approximate what he's looking at.
Or rather— whom.
If you're correct, then he's looking at someone.
Oh.
Blonde hair, a slim frame in a beautiful red dress that perfectly accentuates the long, muscled lines of her arms and legs. Beside her, a man with salt and pepper hair and kind blue eyes. His arm at her waist. Your coworker and her husband. JJ and Will.
Oh.
Your gaze returns to Spencer, and despite your attempts not to dig deep, not to learn why he's looking so forlorn, it’s easy to put the pieces together. Whether or not this is a full blown affair isn’t important; all you know is he wants her, and she's married to another man.
Is this connected to the previous case? You recall the last case, the hostage situation in LA. He and JJ had been in there for a long time, but neither really shared what exactly happened. Nobody knows except for the two of them, the unsub, and the victims. You aren’t about to pull rank and ask traumatized people about the drama between your coworkers. You’re better than that.
Are you?
Yes. You don’t hold much sacred, but your job is important. It is above you. You aren’t about to jeopardize it over some workplace drama.
But still, the curiosity gnaws at you no matter how much you attempt to tamp it down. Does he have feelings for JJ? Does she, for him? She couldn’t possibly; she has a husband, two beautiful kids. Easy enough to deduce that it’s probably Spencer, then, who is pining after her.
As though he feels your stare, Spencer looks over at you. Hurriedly, you avert your eyes, heart pounding faster than you would like it to.
Was he thinking about JJ while he used your mouth?
The thought knocks the wind out of your lungs, and you banish it to the deepest crevices of your mind. It shouldn't matter.
It doesn't. It doesn't.
You don’t have any room to judge, anyway. You’ve dragged Spencer into your own messy relationship by sucking him off in the middle of the wedding. A relationship he doesn’t even know about. So, with a smile, you clap for the new couple, and follow the crowd to the reception.
Joy and excitement are nearly palpable in the room. A small, intimate crowd of smiling faces surrounded by the tastefully extravagant decor, obviously paid for by the wealthy groom. The air is filled with that soft, electric energy that often occurs when people are happy and sufficiently buzzed with some drinks.
The only thing on your mind is him.
How can it not be, when you can still remember the little tryst you'd had prior. The weight of him in your mouth, the fetid mess of skin and cum and the lingering nicotine.
It passes by in a blur. The food is delicious, you gush to Portia, you look so beautiful; congratulations, to the new couple. None of it is fake, but you are possessed by a single, irrevocable urge to watch Spencer. That glance at JJ has intrigued you more than you should be. What sort of web had you stumbled upon? And instead of trying to get out, you're eager to spin more.
Bringing the champagne flute to your lips, you pretend to sip, allowing the glass to obscure some parts of your face while you continue to watch them. They’ve met up at the bar now, deep in conversation, hands clasped together in a way that’s far too intimate to be just friends. You can't tear your eyes away as JJ leaves, returning to the embrace of her husband, and you watch with an almost sick sense of fascination as Spencer lingers by the bar. Longing, pure and unmistakable, is etched upon every line on his face.
Before you can stop yourself, your feet are moving, gliding across the floor until you're beside him. He startles, brows lifting as he gazes at you. Your name slips through his lips with an exhale.
“You don't have to act like I'm a ghost, Spencer.” your lips quirk up in a teasing grin as the bartender refills your glass of champagne.
He looks chagrined, the implications of your words hitting him like a brick. “I’m not, you just seemed like you were having fun with Garcia.” he says, leaning on the counter. His eyes travel down the length of you again.
“You’re right, but you were looking a little lonely,” you take a sip from your champagne, letting the bubbly drink fizzle in your mouth and wash away the taste of him. “So, what was that with JJ?”
He sputters, eyes wide as his gaze darts back to your blonde coworker—now currently wrapped up in her husband’s arms.
“Nothing!”
“Holding hands when you’re a known germaphobe doesn’t seem like nothing.”
“I’m not that bad,” he protests, shaking his head, “I’d hold your hand too, but that’s besides the point.”
“It is,” you agree, tilting your head innocently, as your voice lowers, “Just wanted to know who you were imaging in place of me.”
He looks horrified to be reminded of your little quickie from before, “No one. It’s not—I wasn’t using you to—god, it’s not like that.”
“I’m not judging you if it was,” It’s true. It’s exactly what you’re doing with him, using him to forget about Cameron, to get back at him. Poor Spencer just doesn’t know about your secrets. Your amused look only makes him fluster even more.
“It isn’t,” he insists, “I just –”
“Listen, it’s okay,” you interrupt gently, fighting the urge to rest a reassuring hand on his forearm. The words are true anyway; you don’t wish to unearth whatever secrets he wants to keep buried. You have your own, anyway; it’s only fair he’s allowed his secrecy. Your reasons for approaching him are entirely different, and perhaps a little self serving. But you’ve already condemned yourself to being the bearer of temptation, you might as well take full advantage of it.
“Don’t look so ashamed,” you grin as you lift the recently refilled glass to your lips, “You know I have a room for the night… in case you want to blow off more steam.”
The invitation makes his eyes darken in a way that’s becoming increasingly familiar. “You’re—we shouldn’t.”
“Who would know?” you quirk a brow in response, “Besides, it’s pretty much tradition for people to hook up at a wedding. Why shouldn’t it be us?” Please, say yes.
“We’re coworkers.”
“We’re adults.” you deliberately don’t say single adults, “It’s fine. Listen, I booked a room because I didn’t want to deal with the traffic, so if you want, it’s 309B. Completely up to you.” with a smile, you leave him at the bar and Spencer Reid is forced to watch a woman walk away from him for the second time.
That night, there's knocking at your hotel door—three sharp, no nonsense knocks that seem to mean business—echoes in your room minutes before midnight. You don’t bother looking through the peephole to confirm who’s on the other side. The moment you open the door, there’s not a lot of build up.
He’s shed his suit jacket; wearing only the white button down, slightly rumpled from the day’s events. His crown of light brown curls, carefully pushed back earlier, had fallen all over his forehead, messy tendrils tumbling across his face.
He takes one look at you—still in your lavender dress, but devoid of makeup and no more heels to add inches to your height. In the dimness of the room, you are diminutive, stripped of the ethereal mystique you bore from earlier. Human.
God, he wants you.
Not even as someone to help him forget about JJ. No, he wants you in your entirety, to possess you even for one night.
He kisses you again, but there’s no rush to his movements now. The previous rendezvous had been hasty in every sense of the word, made within minutes in an attempt to alleviate the desperate need all while staying safely hidden and inconspicuous.
Now, you have the entire night. He intends to make full use of it. He kicks the door closed behind him, one hand reaching back to lock it as the other tilts your face up so he can kiss you deeper. Your own arms snake around his neck, hands burying into those messy curls. There’s no more public reception to worry about; you can tug and twist and mess with it as much as you want.
Spencer groans into your mouth, hands tight at your hips, before pulling back slightly, “Jump.” he mumbles against your lips.
Your body reacts as if it’s wired to obey him, launching off the balls of your feet. His hands help to hoist you up, and you wrap your legs around his hips.
“You smell so good,” He whispers as he noses through your neck, before his teeth close around your earlobe. You giggle, urging him on by craning your neck to the side. His teeth tug on your earlobe playfully as he crosses the room to your bed. He toes off his shoes and lays you down carefully, his body hovering above yours while his kisses travel down your neck. Soft and sloppy and wet, they mark you like a brand.
Long, eager fingers hike your dress up, bunching it up your thighs, past your hips, and you hear him groan when your bare pussy is exposed to his darkened gaze.
“No panties?” he runs a finger up your folds, gathering your slick, “Don’t tell me you’re been going around like this all day?”
“Maybe I have,” you grin, legs parting even more to accommodate him. You haven’t—you’d just been touching yourself to the thought of him as you waited, but you’re not about to tell him that.
“Naughty girl,” he mumbles, one long finger pushing past your entrance and curling into you, “And so wet, too. You get off on being this dirty, or am I just lucky?”
A breathy laugh escapes your lips, “Which one would you prefer?” you ask, because tonight, you’re not yourself. Not really. You’re whoever he needs to be, the same way he’s exactly what you need right now. A body to which you can lose yourself.
“I’d like to think this is all just for me,” he adds another finger, the pace languorous and teasing.
“It is,” you gasp as he curls his fingers, then withdraws. Torturously slow, he fucks you with two lengthy fingers, hitting the spot inside you with ease. Your toes curl into the bed, sinking into the soft mattress, “Faster.”
“So needy,” he murmurs, shaking his head as he takes you in. There’s something addictive in the way you look in this moment, spread out beneath him like something unreal and sublime.
Your hips buck up. Something volatile simmers beneath your skin, desperate for more, “Please.”
Spencer chuckles as he watches you, fingers stilling inside your fluttering walls. Hovering above you with soft brown curls framing his face, he looks every bit an angel come to life. The laughter continues, his lips twisting into a sneer as you push your hips up desperately.
“So, so needy.” he repeats, but he acquiesces to your plea. More than that, he sinks a third finger inside you and speeds up. A cry of surprise and pleasure falls from your lips, head thrown back as he works his fingers inside you, “Oh, you’re taking it so well.”
Shame unfurls in your chest. What are you doing? Begging another man to fuck you with his fingers? Enjoying it? Is this truly what you’ve come to?
It’s not something you can dwell on, as Spencer begins to curl his fingers inside you while his thumb finds your clit. It circles the nub slowly, adding a layer of stimulation that has your thighs trembling. With a squeal, you writhe, moving to close your legs as the sensations become red-hot, building up closer and closer to a crescendo.
Spencer tuts teasingly, one leg pressing down on your thighs, and his other hand coming to grip your hip and hold you in place. “No, no, darling, I want to see you coming undone on my fingers.” he says, continuing to make come hither motions inside you.
“God—oh, I’m so—ah!” words trip over one another as you approach your climax, the world coming down into one point of focus. “Spencer!”
“That’s it, good girl,” he murmurs, laying his body over you as his fingers help you through your orgasm, “There you go.”
You’re thankful for the weight of him; it is a grounding presence in the midst of all the flurry. You’ve come undone at the hands of another man—literally. Never mind that Cameron had betrayed your trust first; you are no better than him.
But if sin felt as good as Spencer Reid’s kisses, then you have no qualms indulging.
His lips are upon you again, traveling down your collarbone and nipping at the skin there. You whine and wrap your legs around his waist, sensitive but still eager for more. He laughs against your skin with a tenderness that takes you by surprise.
“Are you always this needy?”
“No,” you’ve had a taste of the forbidden fruit earlier. Thrown out of Eden, you’re already past the point of no return. Might as well succumb and have one hell of a time. “Only for you.”
He hums, pushing your dress up again. It gets caught somewhere around your chest and there’s a brief moment of awkward laughter as he tries to tug at it, force it up and off you.
“Zipper,” you gasp when your brain finally works. Lifting yourself up on your elbows allows him to slide his hands to your back, find the dangling piece of metal and ease it down. The dress loosens across your shoulders and chest, and he’s finally able to pull it off altogether.
“Beautiful,” he sighs, descending upon you once again, “So beautiful.”
His words have you preening, and you wonder how something so insignificant as the word beautiful could make you feel so heavy. You used to associate delight with weightlessness, floating and light, but everything about Spencer is lumbering and grounded especially after he came back from prison.
You feel his lips and tongue making their way down, kissing every inch of your body. He tugs your bra down, not even bothering to take it off completely, your breast spilling forth and free for his touch. He takes one nipple and sucks, while his thumb circles and gently tugs the other. Every single act has you gasping, and you wonder when and where the hell did Spencer Reid ever learn how to do this? You shouldn’t question it though.
When his mouth lands upon your hips, you jerk. “Spencer,” you gasp, looking down on him, but there’s no more teasing from him now, no hesitation. Before you can even formulate what to say next—you don’t have to, I’ve already cum, I’m still so sensitive—his mouth is at your core, tongue lapping up what remains of your previous orgasm and all evidence of your arousal.
“Fuck!” you are not responsible for your actions anymore, not responsible for the way your fingers find his russet curls and tug hard, the way your thighs try to clamp shut around his head. He chuckles against you, the sound sending tingling vibrations that travel from your pussy to the tips of your toes and fingers.
“Settle down,” laughter drips from his gentle admonishment, “Or I’ll stop.”
“Please don’t.” you’re past the point of shame and guilt, eager to beg and obey as much as he wants. The positions have turned since the tryst in the hallway. No longer are you on your knees for him, no longer the one servicing him and choking around his length, yet somehow you’re still at his mercy. “Don’t stop, please, so good.”
He laughs, and you feel something sliding past your entrance. You clench around it involuntarily, as if you can tell what it is from the mere feeling, but then his mouth wraps around your clit and you’re reeling into oblivion once again.
“Spencer!” you thrash against the pillows, overwhelmed and sensitive but still eager to take more, “Spencer, oh my god, Spencer!” you lose count of how many times you’ve uttered his name from your lips. It has simultaneously lost every meaning, yet retained all of it. An invocation of fervent desire from a lowly, undeserving sinner. Thankfully, your god is merciful and giving, because Spencer wraps his arms around your thighs to hold you down, sucks at your clit harshly and thrusts into you again—fingers, you now realize, all three spreading you open and curling deep inside you.
With everything going on, your climax comes as no surprise. You and Spencer are both expecting it, you’re so worked up after all. What makes you both pause is the fact that something gushes out of you as you arch off the bed and cry out his name.
His movement stills for a split second, before he continues and helps you through your orgasm, tongue lapping at the mess between your legs as your body is wracked with the aftershocks, trembling beneath him. After a few moments, he stops, resting his head at your hip.
Looking at him feels like a risk. Fear keeps your eyes squeezed shut, afraid of what you’ll find. More teasing? Disgust? Doesn’t seem like it, from the way his fingertips are trailing over your thighs. You lift your lids again, eyes meeting his own hazy ones. They are nearly black, but what pulls your attention are his lips and chin. Glistening with slickness.
Your slick.
“Oh god,” your words are half groan, half laugh when the reality hits you, “Did I really?”
He laughs again, light and tender. “I believe you did.”
“I’m sorry.” you mutter, feeling utterly mortified that you just squirted all over your coworker’s face.
Spencer’s expression is one of mischief, but his eyes gleam with something darker. “What for?”
“Don’t make me say it.”
Another laugh, “But I wanna hear it,” he coos, pressing his lips to your hip bone, “Come on, darling, what are you sorry for?”
When you don’t answer, he nips at your skin playfully, slowly moving back to your center. Your pussy throbs both in anticipation and overstimulation.
“Spencer.”
“Mhm?”
“Too sensitive.” you try to squirm out of his grip. It only tightens, presses you deeper into the mattress.
A lick, teasing and light. “Tell me why you’re sorry.”
“Spencer!”
“Come on,” He's grinning, the bastard, “Why are you sorry?”
“Because I squirted in your face.”
He bites your inner thigh with more force than usual, “You shouldn't be.”
“Hm?”
“I loved it,” He murmurs, soothing the bite with a flick of his tongue, “Wanna see you do it again.”
You shudder, though you’re unsure whether it’s from his moistened tongue, or his words. “Yeah?”
“Mhm,” he drags himself up, kissing along your body as he does so, “Think you can be a good girl and do it again for me?”
“I think that’s entirely dependent on how well you do.”
Soft, dewy lips curl into a smirk at your challenge, and suddenly he’s sin incarnate, a devil about to pounce. Once again, how are you to deny this man of anything? How could you resist temptation when someone who looks like he’s been carved by the hands of God himself is looking at you as though you were the masterpiece? Liquid gold irises take you in, inspecting every inch of your body with unabashed want, and you’re reminded of the fact that he’s fully clothed, cock straining through his pants, and you’re in nothing but your flimsy bra that’s been pulled down your chest it’s not even covering anything anymore.
You fight the urge to squirm under his gaze, but then his hands come up your sides, ghost over your ribs and your back until he finds the hook of your bra.
“Not really fair,” you say as the last strip of your clothing falls away, your chest heaving from the sheer weight of his gaze, “I want to see you too.” with that, you reach for him, deft fingers quickly undoing the buttons of his shirt.
He doesn’t fight it, doesn’t help, only continues to regard you with quiet intensity.
Once his clothes are off, he meets your lips again. His kisses are slower this time, an almost dreamy tangle of tongue and teeth, but his body is hot and slick with sweat even as he holds himself on his elbows above you. His cock rests upon your lower abdomen, its heft reminding you of how much your mouth had to stretch to accommodate him earlier. How the length and girth had all but blocked your airways as he thrusted into your throat.
You clench around nothing at the idea of that same cock filling your pussy.
His kisses move down your jaw, down the column of your throat, being careful not to suck too hard on the skin and leave marks. You never know when you might be called in for a case, and he doesn’t want any trouble.
“Last chance to back out,” he murmurs, his hand wrapped around the base of his cock, positioning the tip at your entrance.
You grin and shake your head, “No, I want to see if you can make me squirt again, or if that last one was just beginner’s luck.”
Laughter. You’re beginning to find sex with Spencer enjoyable on more than just the physical aspect. He drags the tip of his cock over your folds, combining his precum and your arousal into a heady, natural lubrication. He’s big, you already know that, but right now, you’re so pleasure drunk that you have no problem opening up to him.
You can tell he’s being careful, pushing his tip in slowly, and your entrance flutters, stretches around him. There’s a slight burn, but it’s accompanied by awe, overtaken by pleasure. You marvel at how his cock sinks into your slick, velvety heat, the way every slight thrust makes your body conform to his own as he carves out a space for himself.
As if he belongs there.
As if you’re his.
Every single memory about your cheating boyfriend is expelled from your mind with every thrust of his hips. You moan and clench around him at the thought.
“Fuck,” he groans, hips stilling. His cock is only halfway through, and you already look so fucked out, “Careful with that, darling, or this is gonna end sooner than we’d like.”
Your lower lip trembles, but you nod, spreading your thighs apart even further. “Sorry.”
He kisses that expression away, “Don’t be sorry,” two large hands hold your thighs in place, keeping you spread for him as he sinks in another inch. And then another. You’re so wet, and he’s done such a great job stretching you out that your walls engulf him easily.
“Oh god!” you gasp, eyes squeezing shut as he fills you. You hear a chuckle, before he retreats, pulls out almost all the way, and once again you’re clenching around his length as though you’re trying to convince him to stay buried inside you.
“Stop clenching.”
“Can’t help it!”
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” With a soft hiss, he thrusts back inside, still slow and steady. The curse makes you gasp; you’ve never heard him curse before, somehow it’s even more jarring than when he’s murmuring filth into your ears. When you open your eyes, he’s staring at you, unblinking and focused, watching your every reaction. “You okay?”
“Fuck yes,” you gasp as his thrusts grow steady. The world seems to disappear around you, the only point of importance is where your bodies are coming together repeatedly. You reach up, hands seeking for something to ground you, and finding purchase at his tangled curls, “Oh god, yes!”
It’s funny, crying out for a god you don’t really believe in. Crying out for a god when you’re in the midst of sin, carnal pleasure and infidelity and who knows what else, you were never religious to begin with. You wonder if this is what religion is, this free fall, the blind surrender. But faith as you know it believes in something unseen, the conviction to the intangible and unexplained.
Spencer is very much here, and you can feel him between your thighs, his very existence present in the stretch of your walls around his cock, the soft curls you’ve woven around your fingers. He keeps his thrusts slow but deep, letting your walls feel every single vein and ridge on his cock.
“Spencer,” you moan, one hand falling to his face, soft palm on the stubble at his jaw, “Feels so good.”
“You too,” he turns his face, pressing his lips to the warmth of your hand. He’s very tender, his movements measured to ensure your comfort, “God, you’re taking me so well.”
Your walls tighten around him in response.
Something seems to ignite in his brain, his hand catching your wrist, pulling it from his face and pinning it to the bed. “You like that, my pretty girl? Like knowing you’re doing a good job for me?”
Fuck. The same rush of heat from when he’d had you on your knees fills your stomach. The heat that compels you to do whatever he wants, take whatever he’ll give in order to hear more of his praise. Like a devoted servant, at the service of a benevolent god.
“Yes,” you gasp, hooking one leg around his hips, while the other is bent at an angle, foot pressed to the mattress in order to allow you some leverage to meet his thrusts. It’s sloppy at first, your body not entirely in your control right now.
“That’s it, my darling, you can do it.” he mutters encouragingly, pausing to allow you to join in this tangled, exhilarating dance. When you’ve gotten steadier, he resumes his thrusts, and you’re finally able to buck your hips up to meet them.
The action sends his entire length buried deep inside you, something he’s been very careful to avoid in fear of hurting you. But instead, you let out a cry of pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of your head, “Yes!”
“Right there?” he grunts. You’ve never heard him before, voice low and strained as he slams his hips into yours, again and again. The mattress begins to creak from the force of his actions.
“Mhm hmm!” You meet him thrust for thrust, the impact hitting spots deep inside you that you’ve never felt before. Toes curling in on themselves, one hand buried in his hair, the other pinned by his strong grip, “Oh, god, Spencer, yes!”
He loosens his grip on your wrist, intertwines your fingers together, “Good girl. Look at you, so pretty while you take me.”
No words come from your mouth, only his name, repeated over and over that it begins to sound made up, unreal. Perhaps he is divine. Nothing human can make you feel this way, surely.
He shifts, his free arm wrapping around your hips to elevate you slightly, and the new angle has you keening, every single muscle in your body tightly wound and white-hot as he pounds into you. It’s obscene how easily your body accepts every single inch of him, the way your pussy flutters and yields to the throbbing length of his cock.
“My god, you feel like heaven,” he groans, and that’s it, those words have you screaming so loud he starts to laugh and kiss you just to swallow the sound. You’re shuddering beneath him, crying, the pleasure coiling and building until it bursts and snaps, cascading over you with such fervor he has to wrap both his arms around your limp body to help you calm down.
Somehow, your hazy mind registers the wetness between your thighs, the loud, nearly pornographic squelching of his body plunging into yours. He’d done his goal; he’s made you squirt again. You are boneless in his arms as he fucks you through your orgasm, and chases his own. You only regain agency when he tenses, groaning into your ear.
“Gonna cum,” he says, moving his hips to drag his length out. He’s so long you’re able to wrap your legs around his waist before he’s pulled his cock out all the way.
“No, please, do it inside.”
His body stutters, head falling to the crook of your neck as he ruts his hips into you, not even bothering to argue or ask you if you’re sure. He thrusts into your sensitive pussy erratically, mouth open and groaning into your neck, “Oh my god, oh my — ah!”
Spencer holds onto you, breathing heavily into your ear as you both come down from your high. You feel simultaneously weightless and heavy, melting into your mattress with sweet, glassy eyes.
“That was incredible,” you whisper against his hair. He’s already half asleep on top of you, mumbling incoherently against your shoulder. You don’t bother to move, letting his still hard cock stay buried inside your pussy as you both drift off into dreamland.
Morning comes with a delicious ache in your lower belly. Spencer has you tucked to his chest, his arm around your waist. The air is heavy with the lingering smell of sweat and sex, but also oddly light with the knowledge of a new day. You shift in his arms, yawning as you will your body to wake up and shake off the sluggish feeling clinging to your bones.
He wakes slowly, groaning into your hair, “Morning.” he mumbles.
“Morning,” you reply, but before either of you can say any more, your phone rings. Mindlessly, you reach for it, not even bothering to hide the screen from Spencer, who’s nosing at your temple sweetly.
Cameron ❤️
Your heart sinks. Before you can hit the ignore button, Spencer turns his head, still half asleep as he catches sight of your screen. The name, the heart emoji, the multiple missed calls shakes off every single sleepy cell in his body.
“Who’s Cameron?”
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my bby.
Headcanon, Rehman Baloch:
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A — Aftercare: It is heavy-handed and silent. He doesn’t do "sweet" talk, but he will wrap you in his $10,000 (9,04,283.00 inr, wait.... Does money matters to him when it comes to you?. Big NO) Pashmina shawl and hold you against his chest until your breathing slows. He treats you like a prized weapon he’s just finished cleaning.
B — Breeding Kink: This is his primary drive. To Rehman, family is legacy. He doesn't just want to fuck you; he wants to plant his roots in you. He wants to see your stomach round with his child so the whole world knows you are irrevocably his.
C — Cocaine, ciggerate: He views it as a tool for endurance and sensory heightening. He loves the ritual of using it on your body—pouring it over your breasts or him smoking 'round you, while u sucking, while he fucking.
D — Degradation: He enjoys making you feel small, but only in relation to him. He might call you his "meri jaan" (while his hands wrapped on your throat) or make you wait on your knees while he finishes a phone call about a gang war. He wants you to know your place is beneath him, but above everyone else in the world.
E — Eye Contact: During sex, it is mandatory. If you try to look away, his hand is on your jaw instantly. He wants to see the moment your soul breaks; he wants to be the last thing you see before you lose consciousness to pleasure.
F — Firm Grip: He is never gentle. His hands are calloused and large, and they always leave marks. Whether it’s his fingers dug into your hips or his hand wrapped around your throat, his touch is a constant reminder of his physical superiority.
G — Gaze: He watches you like a predator. Even at a crowded party, his eyes are locked on you, tracking who you speak to and how your saree moves. It’s suffocating, but it makes you feel like the only person who exists.
H — Heat: His body temperature is naturally high. Being near him feels like standing next to a furnace. In the humid Lyari nights, he prefers you stripped bare and pressed against his sweat-slicked skin.
I — Interrogation: He treats your "infidelities" (even imaginary ones) like a police interrogation. If he thinks you looked at another man, he will pin you to the wall and demand a "confession" through physical penance.
J — Jealousy: It is violent and immediate. Rehman doesn't argue; he removes the threat. If a man touches you, that man disappears. He is pathologically incapable of sharing even a glance.
K — Kink: Crying. The sound of your sobs combined with the friction of his body drives him over the edge. He isn’t a sadist in the traditional sense, but your tears are proof of his impact on you. Vocal Command, Neck Control He is never far from your throat. Whether it’s a heavy hand resting there to ground you or a firm squeeze to focus your attention, he loves the vulnerability of your neck. He’ll leave dark, thumb-sized bruises as a "collar" that everyone at the haveli recognizes. Overstimulation He won't let you finish quickly. He’ll bring you to the very edge and then stop, forcing you to beg. He’ll use his mouth and hands until you’re sobbing and incoherent, only to deny you the release until you’ve "earned" it through total submission.
L — Language: He speaks a mix of Balochi, Urdu, and English, usually whispered into your ear in a low, gravelly rasp. He uses "dirty" language to shock you out of your senses during the act.
M — Marking: He is a firm believer in hickeys and bite marks. He wants you to wake up the next morning with your neck and thighs covered in purple reminders of who you belonged to the night before.
N — No: A word he rarely accepts. He views "no" as a challenge to be overcome with persistence, power, and overwhelming physical sensation until you're begging for what you initially refused.
O — Oral: He is obsessed with it. He finds a strange sense of peace when he is between your legs. He views it as "worship," staying there until you are shaking and screaming his name into the quiet of the haveli.
P — Possessiveness: You are his most expensive and dangerous asset. He monitors your phone, your clothes, and your company. To him, love and ownership are the exact same thing.
Q — Quickies: Usually happen in high-risk places—the back of his SUV, his office while guards are outside, or a balcony during a storm. The risk of being caught adds to his adrenaline.
R — Roughness: He doesn't know how to be soft. His "tender" moments still involve him pinning you down. He moves with a rhythmic, pulverizing force that leaves you sore for days.
S — Scent: He smells of expensive Oudh, Davidoff Cool Water, and the faint, metallic scent of a handgun. He wants his scent to stay on your skin long after he’s left the room.
T — Toys: He rarely uses them. He believes his own body is the only thing that should ever be inside you. He is arrogant about his ability to satisfy you with just his hands and his mouth.
U — Unpredictable: One moment he is feeding you grapes in bed, and the next he is flipping you over to punish you for a perceived slight. You are always on your toes with him.
V — Voice: His voice is a weapon. He can command a thousand men with it, but he can also make your knees go weak just by whispering "Good girl" against the shell of your ear.
W — Wetness: He loves the rain. The Lyari monsoons provide the perfect backdrop for his moods. He loves taking you while the rain lashes against the windows, the sound drowning out your cries.
X — X-Rated: His private tapes. He likes to record your most vulnerable moments on his encrypted phone, playing them back while he smokes just to remind himself that he owns every inch of you.
Y — Yielding: He demands total surrender. He wants to feel your muscles go limp and your will fade away. He wants to be the only person you rely on for pleasure or pain.
Z — Zeal: He approaches sex with the same intensity he approaches a turf war. He is relentless, focused, and won't stop until he has achieved total victory over your body.
when your bed is left cold and lonely, you can always count on yoongi’s to be warm and comforting.
You haven’t thought about your marriage and how worse it could get. You stopped those thoughts months ago. You were 35 weeks now and all your mind could focus on was the child forming inside of you.
While your mother-in-law was active, her son wasn’t. She often cooked you home cooked meals she deemed healthy and hearty for her growing grandson. She didn’t want you on your feet for too long and she often found herself in your home. She was almost never alone.
Yoongi also brought himself around, building whatever he could and rearranging things to yours (and his mothers) liking. He would smile at you when his mother wasn’t looking, one you often returned.
Though you surrounded yourself with the softest pillows and blankets, your bed was always cold. You forgot the last time you and your husband slept side by side. It was an obvious strain in the marriage, one that either of you couldn’t ignore, but refused to talk about. Yet, you find that you don’t blame Yo-han as much as you would’ve if you had fallen pregnant with his child. Maybe a part of him cannot connect to a child that isn’t biologically his - even if he has no idea.
It was Yoongi who invited you over. You believe there’s some telepathic communication on Yoongi’s end that signals him when you’re in distress. If he doesn’t randomly show up at your door, he invites you to his. He assures to greet you at the door, even if he doesn’t need to. You were 26 weeks - or as Yoongi would say, the size of a head of lettuce - when he had given you a key. “Whenever you need to get away, I’m always here.” he told you.
Your scents are heightened just as you enter, Yoongi closing the door behind you. The smell is savory and mouthwatering. Yoongi and you eat at the table, him enjoying the sight of you enjoying the food as much as you had. You and he talk naturally, in contrast to the forced conversations you usually have with your husband.
Yoongi’s touch, as wrong as it was, was always favored. His hands, large and warm, would glide across your skin in just the right way. He loved to touch you, his hands massaging the kinks in your neck, down to your legs.
“The baby is the size of a coconut.” Yoongi says randomly. His hand rubs along your bump fondly, your back against his chest as you and he lay in his bed. “Have you decided on a name?”
You shake your head, your own hand over his on your bump. “Haven’t settled on one yet.” you murmur. “Yo-han isn’t interested.”
Yoongi hasn’t heard you say his brother’s name in so long that even he begins to forget it. His fingers tap lightly against your stomach.
“Have you thought of any?” you ask him suddenly.
Yoongi’s tapping stops for a moment. He stiffens behind you that you feel as though maybe you crossed the invisible line you hadn’t realized was there. Was this too much for him? You were positive that after it all - the infidelity, the pregnancy and the pining, that nothing was off limits.
“If it makes you uncomfortable-”
“It doesn’t.” Yoongi exclaims. His chin is on top of your head. “I just never thought you’d ask me.”
You swallow. It wasn’t something you’d thought you would do either. But Yo-han himself hasn’t said anything about names. Your conversation with your husband consists of normal topics that would be that of acquaintances instead of a married couple. He asks if you’re alright and of your day, and you’d respond with quick, one-liners.
“I like Yun-seo.” Yoongi murmurs.
“Yun…seo.” you say slowly, humming to yourself. “I do, too.”
You don’t say anything else. You and Yoongi sit in a comfortable silence, enjoying the warmth that his body radiates. Your heart feels at ease, as does your mind. You almost never feel this way at home, as Yoongi just being here is enough; it always is. His hand on your bump, one that has grown in size right before your eyes, while he snuggles closer to you. He finds that your scent is inviting - sweet and citrusy.
“Am I cruel?” you ask Yoongi suddenly. “For doing this…to you?”
Yoongi blinks a few times. He ponders your question, positive he understands where you’re going with this. Were you cruel for continuing to lead him on and going back to your husband - his brother. Were you cruel for questioning the names of a child who will grow up and see him as an uncle and not a father?
“No.” Yoongi answers truthfully. “We both knew what we were doing. I know what I signed up for.”
Yoongi’s hand slides upwards, past your breast and your neck. He cups his chin to gently tug it towards him. He hovers above you, his eyes dark but soft. “You know I’ll always be here for you and him.” he murmurs softly. Quietly. It’s just you and him here, yet he speaks directly to you as if it’s a secret he’ll never tell aloud.
Your heart jolts. Instantly, your eyes begin to water, unsure of what is happening. You’re pregnant and emotional and this isn’t the first time Yoongi has seen you cry. He’s grown accustomed to it. Still, he doesn’t like it.
Your body turns towards Yoongi and you sniffle. Your hand clenches onto his shirt and you crash against his chest, an emotional mess. Yoongi wraps an arm around you, rubbing your back. “Why are you crying?” he questions, though he’s sure he knows.
You aren’t sure yourself. There’s not a specific reason.
You’re crying because you’re an emotional wreck.
You’re crying because of Yoongi’s words.
You’re crying because you put yourself in this situation.
You’re crying because…after it all, Yoongi is still here for you. He doesn’t force anything. He doesn’t ask for anything for you. He takes whatever you give him - no matter how big or small.
“I…” your heart pumps out your chest. Slowly, you lift your head to look at him. The room is a bit dim, his lights low to fit the comfortable atmosphere in his bedroom.
Yoongi places a hand onto your cheek, offering a low smile. He leans forward to press a kiss onto your forehead.
“...think you’re foolish.” you murmur, swallowing the lump in your throat. It wasn’t what you were initially going to say.
“Okay.” Yoongi responds. “What else?”
Yoongi’s lips press against the bridge of your nose.
“You’re a fool for accepting me like this.” you murmur, your grip on his shirt tightening as your heart continues to pump.
“You already said that.” Yoongi hums, his lips capturing yours. As always, it’s passionate and utterly forbidden. He deepens it almost instantly, his thumb caressing your cheek.
The kiss grows as it always does, his hands wandering onto your body as if it belonged to him. At this point, it did. It was always him who pleasured you and held you so tightly afterwards. You preferred his touch over the touch of anyone else.
Yoongi loves the sight of your naked body, even if you don't at times. He tells you every time how beautiful you are. How much your skin glows radiantly and how it’s all thanks to the work of “our son”.
Your back arches a bit as Yoongi’s tongue twirls over your hardened nipple. Your breast had grown in size over the last few months and Yoongi hadn’t realized how much of a breast guy he became. His hands kneading at the soft mounds, his mouth suckling on both nipples until they’re swollen and bruised.
Or maybe it was because Yoongi had grown quite obsessed with you in general. There wasn’t an inch of your body where Yoongi hadn’t kissed and glided his tongue along. When it comes to you, he’s become insatiable. Marveling and yearning for you all at once.
Yoongi’s hand is right between your legs, long fingers rubbing along your wet clit. His tongue twirls along your nipple while his fingers circle your throbbing clit. Your moans are music to his ears, dancing in his mind like his favorite tune.
“Y-Yoongi.” your cheeks are warm. No matter how many times Yoongi has seen you naked and had you in this same position - and more - you cannot help the embarrassment that flows through you. You’re wet, arousal pooling out of you.
Yoongi pops your nipple from his mouth, saliva snapping from his lips. Dark eyes look up at you. “That’s it, baby.” he sucks in a breath, adding pressure onto his fingers. “I want you to say my name like that again.”
And you do. Over and over again as Yoongi holds you close to him. His lips trail along your neck, wishing he could mark you as his own, but he doesn’t. He may not know his place, but he understands boundaries. His fingers trail down towards your hole, his greedy fingers never getting tired of feeling how you feel.
Just as Yoongi enters you, his lips place onto yours. He begins to pump, moaning into your mouth as his tongue slides against yours. Your pussy squelches, the wettest it’s been since the last time you and him did this. Your body calls for him each and every time, shuddering with just a simple touch of his.
“Feel’s good?” Yoongi asks against your lips, though he knows the answer. You’re moaning louder now, unashamed by how he’s making you feel. “I know, baby. You’re so pretty right now. I wish you could see yourself.”
Yoongi wants to tell you that he wishes you could stay like this with him. He wishes he could tell you that he wants to wake up beside you everyday and not share you secretly with his brother - a man who is far less concerned for you at a time in which you’d need it the most.
But again, Yoongi knows his place, even if he does cross all the boundaries with you. He decides that he’ll have you in whatever way he can; whatever you’re willing to give him.
You’re cumming quicker than you’d expect, but Yoongi’s fingers plunge deep until your thighs are shaking and you’re letting out a long groan. He presses encouraging kisses against your neck, talking you through your high. His breath is hot and it tickles your skin.
“I want you.” you huff, eyes fluttering close. “I want to feel you in me.”
Yoongi could never say no to you. His cock is hard and throbbing, wanting you just as much as you wanted him. He assures you’re on your side as comfortably as you could be before he lays beside you, his hand cupping underneath your thigh and lifting it up. He recalls you stating before that you wish you could ride him like before without getting tired fast - he assured you that he never mind doing all the work.
Yoongi hisses when his cock begins to enter you, cursing low to himself. As tight and wet as you always were, pussy gripping around him with such need. He ruts his hips slow, savoring your velvety walls.
“I could never get enough of you.” Yoongi grumbles, keeping his hand underneath your knee so he could get deeper inside of you. “Your pussy feels so good for me, baby.”
Yoongi’s dirty words have you squeezing around him as he continues, hips thrust becoming faster. Your pussy continues to squelch, arousal leaking all over him just the way he loves. “You love getting fucked by me, don’t you?”
“I do!” you exclaim. His cock ruts deep inside of you, so familiar yet so desired. Your pussy is so wet for him, your body continuing to shudder in his embrace. “I love the way you fuck me~”
Yoongi grunts. He presses a kiss against your neck, hand tightening on you. “Yeah?”
“Y-Yeah.” you nod your head while your eyes flutter. He picks up speed, the bed creaking beneath the both of you. “I’m the only one that could fuck you this good.”
Yoongi’s teeth clasps onto your sensitive skin, his tongue rubbing along it. He can’t mark you, but he wants to so deeply. His baby growing inside you just wasn’t enough, he wanted his brother to know that someone else had you.
“Only you could fuck me this good, Yoon.”
Your arms reach back and your hand touches his head, holding him close to you. Blame it on the lust, but you wanted to feel more of Yoongi. You wanted him to mark your skin as his own. You’re sure your husband wouldn’t even notice - he probably wouldn’t care.
“I don’t want you to go.” Yoongi snaps his hips, pounding his cock roughly inside of you. His voice is soft, yet coherent. “I don’t want you to go back to him.”
“Ah~”
Yoongi places his fingers onto your clit, the bud throbbing with overstimulation. His lips suckle onto the nape of your neck.
“Stay with me, baby.” Yoongi pleads, twirling your clit as his cock pounds into you with sloppy need. You’re squeezing around him so tight that he isn’t going to last long - but he had all night with you.
Your breathing is heavy. Was it the lust that has Yoongi begging for you to stay, or was it genuine? Is this something he truly wants - it would surely cause a rift in the Min family.
“I’ll take care of us.” Yoongi grunts, feeling that familiar pressure in his abdomen. “You don’t have to go back to him.”
Your fingers tug at his hair, your mind nearly going blank. “O-Okay.” you stutter. Yoongi’s fingers continue to rub possessively against your clit that your body trembles. “I’ll stay w-with you.”
Yoongi’s breathing turns heavy. He isn’t rough when he pushes himself away from you, changing the position so you’re on your back. He hovers above you, assuring to not put his weight on you when he enters you, his hands hooking underneath your thighs to keep you in position. He wasn’t going to last long and you’re already cumming, but he fucks his cock deep inside of you. His eyes, lidded and a bit blurred, watches you beneath him. “You mean that?”
“Y-Yes!” you squeal, that build up pressure releasing all at once is rushed waves. Your eyes roll, mouth agape.
Yoongi cums next - hard and deep inside of you. It’s instant, his mind replaying your words.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Maybe it was the sex talking - but you agreed to stay with him. His heart jumps at just the thought of you being his fully.
If you decided to change your mind in the morning, Yoongi wouldn’t be upset. He’d allow you to go back as this isn’t a fairytale - just as long as you promised to not stay away from him forever.
trivia-yandere/explicit-tae: like did i just write a fluff with no yandere or toxicity?? the drama just might come in the final part :3
I'm a little nervous to do this because I've never participated in Kinktober before. To be honest, I've never done any writing events before, or really been active on Tumblr, so this is a lot of newness. But, I'm all about sex positivity, love a good steamy scene, and love writing on Tumblr. Sooo, let's get nastay together. I'll be attempting one drabble a day, exploring something shmexy.
Characters + Masterlist!
⟡ Dean Winchester
⤷ vol. 1 - drive (feat. hickies, car sex, jealous!dean)
⤷ vol. 7 - tear you apart (demon!dean. feat. bondage, edging, pleading, spitting, cream pie, & degradation)
⤷ vol. 11 (side a) - video games (bottom!dean, somnophilia, oral, m receiving, mentions of 69ing, but not on page, cnc)
⤷ vol. 15 - fetish (early seasons!dean winchester. slight dubcon, but not really, infidelity, risky sex, staying quiet, hair pulling, spit as lube)
⤷ vol. 17 - super freak (older!dean winchester/girlfriend!reader, post MOC!dean, primal play, dom/sub, knife play, mask kink, degradation, cnc roleplay, manhandling)
⤷ vol. 19 - i'll make you love me (darkness!reader + sub!dean, bondage using shadow powers, rough sex, oral, m receiving, sorta dubcon, wet dreams)
⤷ vol. 21 - back to friends (virgin!mid-size! reader. loss of virginity, oral f. receiving, multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, aftercare, hickies, praise, and lots of consent checks. consent is sexy)
⤷ vol. 24 - get him back (dean winchester/sam's ex!reader. takes place during the soulless sam arc. revenge for cheating. unprotected pinv sex. backshots. photos. mirror sex.)
⤷ vol. 30 - halloween special (feat. dean winchester/plus-size!reader, love confessions, multiple orgasms, unprotected, messy sex, hickies, light biting, 69ing)
⟡ Sam Winchester
⤷ vol. 10 - trouble (soulless!sam winchester/ex-gf!reader, orgasm denial, size kink, breath play, fingers in mouth, public sex/semi-exhibitionism)
⤷ vol. 28 - partition (reader poses as a stripper. established relationship. lap dance, semi-public sex, dry humping, creampie, size difference)
⟡ Soldier Boy
⤷ vol. 3 - moment's silence (dubcon, drooling, dacryphilia, face-fucking, facials)
⤷ vol. 8 - talk dirty to me (sex tape/exhibitionism, overstimulation, praise, dirty talk, 69ing, spitting, multiple orgasms)
⤷ vol. 11, side b - celebrity skin (bathroom sex, oral (m. receiving), choking, hair-pulling, rough n hard but still a good time)
⤷ vol. 16 - teeth (sex pollen, dubcon (because aphrosdiacs), enemies to steamy sex pipeline, biting, backshots, bruises)
⤷ vol. 23 - carolina (soldier boy/virgin!reader. sorta power imbalance, oral, f. receiving, mild blood play, creampie, unprotected intercourse, car sex)
⟡ Joel Miller
⤷ vol. 4 - i'm on fire (feat. dbf!joel, degradation, smoking, daddy kink, cockwarming, pussy pronouns)
⤷ vol. 12 - dead of night (feat. dbf!joel miller/reader, age gap, risky sex, fingering while driving, unprotected sex, praise, creampie, overstimulation)
⤷ vol. 18 - gibson girl (jackson!joel miller/medic!reader, age gap, risky, semi-public sex, dirty talk, pussy pronouns, praise, clothed sex, creampie)
⤷ vol. 26 - animals (dbf!joel miller/reader. manhandling, sex in a truck bed, unprotected PinV sex, hickies, edging, overstimulation)
⟡ Mr. Fantastic
⤷ vol. 13 - apocalypse (slight power dynamics, size kink, belly bulge, thigh riding, tittyfucking, edging, general shenanigans involving reed richards and stretching)
⟡ Clark Kent/Superman
⤷ vol. 5 - waiting for superman (phone sex, creampie, plus-sized reader, body worship)
