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birthday boy

logan howlett x female!reader

warning: smut! minors dni! bondage, edging, p in v (wrap it up), creampie, lmk iif i forgot sum

words: 2k

a/n: this is based of this post by @fartknockerz . i saw it on my feed and had to write it quickly (im working on my other stuff rn no worries)

Logan had always kept things simple, especially on his birthday. All he wanted this year was a quiet evening, a cold beer, and his girlfriend by his side. No parties, no surprises. And Wade, for once, seemed to respect that, which was odd. And after 200 years, birthdays become quite boring.

When Logan stepped into the apartment, he could sense something was off. It was too quiet, even for Wade. He narrowed his eyes and headed toward the kitchen, finding Wade casually lounging on the counter with a mischievous grin.

"What's with the face, Wade? I told you,no surprises."

"Relax, wolfie" Wade said, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "No parties, no explosions. Just a little... something. Consider it my good deed of the year."

Logan huffed, already growing suspicious. But before he could protest, Wade hopped off the counter and motioned for him to follow. They walked down the hall until Wade stopped at the closed bedroom door.

"Go on," Wade said, the grin never leaving his face. "Open it."

Logan’s brows furrowed as he reached for the doorknob. He pushed the door open, and what he saw made his breath catch in his throat.

There, in the middle of the room, was you, his beautiful girlfriend, wearing nothing but intricate ropes of red silk, artfully knotted in Japanese shibari style.. You met his gaze with a sheepish smile, your eyes shining with a mix of anticipation and affection.

"Happy birthday, Logan," you whispered and winked at him.

Logan stood frozen for a moment, the sight of you, his girl, his gift, all wrapped up just for him, sent a primal surge through him. His hands flexed at his sides, every instinct screaming to claim what was his. Wade had outdone himself this time.

"Well, I'll leave you two lovebirds to it," Wade quipped from behind him, but Logan barely heard him. He was too focused on the woman in front of him, the way her chest rose and fell with each breath, the way the ropes hugged her body.

As Wade turned to leave, Blind Al’s voice echoed from the living room. "Do you think he liked the gift?"

Wade smirked, closing the door behind him. "Oh, I'm sure he's... unwrapping it right about now."

The door clicked shut behind Wade, leaving Logan alone with you. The only sounds in the room were your soft breaths and the distant creak of the headboard, stilling as Logan took in the sight before him. You were spread out on the bed, your wrists and ankles bound in intricate, crisscrossing ropes of the deep red silk. The knots were tight, but not too tight,just enough to hold you in place, to remind you who was in control.

Your body was a work of art, every curve accentuated by the way the ropes dug into your skin. Your breathing was shallow, the rise and fall of your chest quickening as Logan's gaze roamed over you. You could feel the anticipation building inside you, the way your lower lip trembled slightly, waiting for his next move.

Logan’s fingers twitched at his sides, the urge to touch you, to claim you, almost overwhelming. He could feel the animalistic hunger bubbling up inside him, threatening to spill over. You were his, all his, and tonight you were wrapped up just for him.

Slowly, deliberately, Logan shrugged off his jacket, letting it fall to the floor with a heavy thud. He didn’t take his eyes off you as he approached the bed, his footsteps heavy with desire. You watched him, your eyes wide and dark, filled with a mix of need and submission.

When he reached the edge of the bed, Logan leaned down, brushing his knuckles lightly over your cheek. You nuzzled into his touch, your eyes fluttering closed for a moment as you savoured the warmth of his skin.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice rough and low. “All tied up for me. You’re a perfect little gift, aren’t you?”

You nodded, your voice caught in your throat. Logan smirked, his thumb tracing the outline of your lips before slipping into your mouth. You sucked on it instinctively, your tongue swirling around the digit, making his cock twitch in his jeans. The sight of you, so eager and willing, only fuelled the fire burning inside him.

Logan withdrew his thumb, his hand trailing down your neck, over the delicate ropes that wrapped around your torso, and down to your breasts. He cupped one, feeling the way the rope lifted and pushed your flesh up, making your nipples strain against the confines of the silk.

“Fuck, you look good like this,” Logan growled, his hand moving to your other breast, kneading it roughly. You moaned, arching into his touch as much as the ropes would allow, your body desperate for more contact. “You want this, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you breathed, your voice trembling with need. “I want you, Logan. Please…”

The sound of your begging sent a shiver down his spine. He loved it when you begged, when you surrendered yourself completely to him. It made the beast inside him roar with satisfaction.

Logan’s hands moved lower, tracing the lines of your body, following the path the ropes created as they crisscrossed over your abdomen, dipping down between your thighs. He could feel the heat radiating from your core, the way your hips shifted restlessly as he hovered just above your most sensitive spot.

“Patience,” he murmured, sliding his fingers over your mound, barely grazing your clit. You whimpered, your hips bucking slightly, desperate for more friction. Logan chuckled darkly. “You’re gonna take what I give you, sweetheart. And you’re gonna fucking thank me for it.”

You nodded, your breath coming in short, needy gasps. Logan finally relented, pressing his fingers more firmly against your clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over the swollen nub. Your response was immediate, your body tensed, your back arching off the bed as a broken moan escaped your lips.

“Please, Logan,” you whimpered, your voice cracking with desperation. “I need you inside me. Please…”

Logan’s eyes darkened, his cock straining painfully against the confines of his jeans. He had wanted to take his time, to savour this gift, but the way you pleaded for him, the way you whined under his touch, was driving him wild.

With a low growl, Logan stepped back from the bed, quickly shedding his clothes. His shirt hit the floor first, followed by his jeans and boxers, leaving him gloriously naked and fully erect. You could see the way his muscles rippled under his skin, the way his eyes devoured you as he took in your vulnerable, bound form.

Logan climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between your spread legs. He ran his hands up your thighs, feeling the tremors that coursed through your body as he neared your center. You were dripping wet, your slickness coating your inner thighs, a testament to just how badly you wanted him.

“God, you’re so fucking wet for me,” Logan murmured, his voice laced with both admiration and lust. He lined himself up with your entrance, his cock brushing against your swollen folds. “Are you ready, sweetheart? Ready for me to fuck your brains out?”

“Yes,” you gasped, your eyes locking onto his. “Please, Logan… I need you…”

With a growl, Logan thrust into you in one swift, powerful motion, burying himself to the hilt. You cried out, your head thrown back, your body tensing as you adjusted to the sudden, intense fullness. Logan paused for a moment, letting you get used to the feeling of him inside you, before he began to move.

He started slow, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back in, each stroke deliberate and deep. Your walls clenched around him, squeezing him tight, driving him mad with the need to fuck you harder, faster. But he held back, wanting to drag out the pleasure, to make you feel every inch of him.

“Fuck, you feel good” Logan groaned, his hands gripping your hips as he picked up the pace. “You feel soo fucking good, baby. It’s like you’re made for me.”

Your moans grew louder with each thrust, your body straining against the ropes that held you in place. You were completely at his mercy, unable to move, unable to do anything but take what he was giving you. And you loved every second of it.

“Logan… oh god… Logan, please!” you cried out, your voice breaking as you neared the edge. “I’m so close… please, let me come!”

Logan could feel you getting closer, the way your walls tightened around him, the way your body trembled with the effort to hold back. But he wasn’t ready to let you come just yet. He slowed his thrusts, pulling almost all the way out before easing back in, just enough to keep you on the edge, but not enough to push you over.

“Not yet, darlin’,” he murmured, his voice a low growl. “You’re gonna hold it for me. You’re gonna be a good girl and hold it until I say you can come.”

You whimpered, your body shaking with the effort of holding back, but you nodded, your eyes pleading with him to let you have your release. Logan smirked, his hand slipping down to rub your clit in time with his slow, deep thrusts, keeping you right on the brink.

“That’s it, baby,” Logan groaned, his own control slipping as he felt his orgasm building. “Just a little longer… I wanna feel you come all over my cock…”

Your moans grew louder, more desperate, as Logan increased the pace, his thrusts becoming harder, more frantic. He was close, so close, and he needed to feel you come around him, needed to push you over the edge.

“Now, sweetheart,” Logan growled, his voice rough with need. “Come for me. Come now.”

The words were barely out of his mouth before you shattered around him, your orgasm crashing through you with a force that left you trembling and gasping for breath. Your walls tightened around him, squeezing him like a vice, milking him for everything he had. Logan followed you over the edge, his own orgasm hitting him like a freight train as he buried himself deep inside you, spilling himself in hot, thick spurts.

He collapsed on top of you, his chest heaving, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his release. For a long moment, neither of you moved, both of you too lost in the haze of pleasure to do anything but breathe.

Finally, Logan lifted his head, looking down at you. You were a mess, sweaty, flushed, your hair sticking to your forehead, but you were beautiful. And you were his. All his.

“Happy birthday,” you whispered, your voice hoarse but filled with affection.

Logan chuckled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips. “Best damn birthday gift I’ve ever gotten,” he murmured against your mouth, before pulling back to look at you, a soft smile on his lips. “Thank you.”

You smiled back at him, your eyes shining with love. “Anything for you, Logan. Always.”

Logan kissed you again, slower this time, taking his time to savor the taste of you. When he finally pulled back, he reached up to start untying the ropes, his fingers deftly working the knots.

“Let’s get you out of these, darlin’,” he said softly, his voice filled with tenderness. “Then maybe we can have another round. Or two.”

You giggled, your body already tingling with anticipation at the thought. “I’m all yours, birthday boy.”

The sounds that followed from behind that closed door, moans, growls, the steady thump of the headboard, left no doubt in Wade’s mind. He sauntered back into the living room where Blind Al sat with a book.

"I think it's safe to say," Wade started, plopping down on the couch beside her, "that she's going to be in pieces by morning. But, y'know, the fun kind."

Blind Al shook her head, not missing a beat as she turned a page. "Poor girl. She better be able to walk after this."

Wade chuckled. "Don’t worry, Al. She’s tougher than she looks."

𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐏𝐒𝐈 ( 최산 )

pairing : choi san x fem!reader genre : drabble, [ MDNI 18+ ] smut, established relationship warnings : unprotected sex, petnames, exibitionism, language word count : 0.9k authors note : the lipstick just felt right idk

a soft sigh left your boyfriend’s mouth, and you pressed another kiss to his shoulder—right above his collarbone. his hands gripped your bare thighs, possessive finger prints sure to be left when the deed was done. his head was thrown back, adam’s apple bobbing with every gulp.

your head leveled, admiring the stains your lipstick made against his sculpted upper body. he was beautiful, but san swore he’d never seen something more ethereal than you above him. he’d be happy dying right now, inside you. which was arguably his favorite place to be.

“fuck, baby.” you whimpered, clawing at his abdomen as you lifted and dropped your hips in a steady rhythm, “we’re shaking the car so much.” a breathy laugh cascaded from his open mouth. “leaving nothing to the imagination.”

“let them watch, then.” he smirked, your insides clenching just a bit harder at the sight—and thought. “i’m the one fucking you, aren’t i?”

you felt a sense of relief at the thought. yeah, he was. no one knew you better. ruined from the inside out by the most perfect man you’ve ever called yours.

but it was still midday, the sunshine glistening over both your skin. the windows were fogged up—clichely—the humidity making a drop of sweat roll down your sternum. san fought the urge to lean in and lick between your boobs, watching through hooded eyes.

“actually,” you braced yourself, speeding up just a little bit. a hearty moan left his throat, as you gulped your noises down. you pouted, “i’m doing all the work.”

“are you?” he asked, a sudden sense of competitiveness mixing with the lust in the air, “i know you can’t cum like this, angel.”

“fuck o—“ you rolled your eyes as his hands grabbed your ass, assisting your fleeting attempts to keep you both satisfied. “g-god.” he lifted you just enough to still be shoved deep inside you, thrusting up into the spot that kept your vision blurry.

your cherry-red nails wracked over the lipstick marks, smudging them. you were a mess, metaphorically and not, and it coated him in love. he’d never been graced with someone as beautiful as you. never someone so innocent looking, but so goddamn devilish. you had him wrapped around your fingers with the webs you spun, but there was nowhere else he’d rather be.

he would live and die with you, that was for certain.

you bit your lip, trying your best to be quiet—because after all, you were in a public park. yes, your windows were tinted, but by how much the car was moving, it wouldn’t be hard to plainly see what was happening on the leather seats.

his fingers gripped your jaw, leaving your lower half for a moment. then, his thumb ran over your bottom lip, dragging the color across them and to your cheek.

it was hot. everything was hot; the sun shining through the windows, the early september, your boyfriend's intoxicating gaze and ways. the way he felt inside you and as his hands roamed your skin. he was hot. borderline burning.

you were out of breath, using whatever was left in you to tell him how close you were to coming undone.

“yeah?” he asked, humming as he leaned up to capture your smudged lips in a kiss that somehow left you even more breathless. you panted against his mouth, and he smirked so devilishly well that your stomach twisted impossibly tighter. “i told you baby, we both know what you need.” he was right. he knew you so well. every little thing that got you going, and made you stop was his to read and memorize.

“s-san—oh my god.” you spewed out between moans (that you didn’t even care about anymore). “fuc-fuck, baby, please don’t stop.”

“i wasn’t planning on it, princess. this was just the warm up.” if you were half a mind you would’ve laughed, however you were on the brink of the most earth shattering orgasm you’ve ever felt brewing. and he knew that, only adding fuel to the fire. “go ahead and cum so we can get home, fuck this date, baby, i need you seven ways to sunday, right now.”

you came, hard, and then so did san, stilling you both as it got overwhelming. you pecked his skin to ground yourself, leaving behind traces of red that were barely noticeable now that your lipstick was everywhere but your lips. his chest rose and fell with an unsteady rhythm, keeping lodged inside of you—because that’s how you both liked it.

enough time went by that the windows were beginning to become see through again, and you huffed, the reality sinking in. his head leveled from being thrown back—just letting you nip at his skin—giving you a confused look.

you pushed off his chest, staring down at him. “it’s hot.” you admired your art, getting a little worked up at the thought of another person seeing the stains you’d left, “and you’re a mess.”

but, you wouldn’t let that happen.

“yeah, it is.” he used the back of his arm to swipe his lips, not really doing much to clean them. “and you’re not much better yourself, angel.”

but, somehow you’d gotten here, disregarding the small sandwiches you’d made earlier and the diet pepsi that was going flat as it warmed in the trunk; prepared (almost 30 minutes ago) for a cute picnic date with your man. but… you guess, you’ve never actually felt fuller now.

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his (very naughty) lady luck

pairing: logan howlett x fem!reader

cw: smut (18+), fingering, daddy kink, car sex (kinda?)

The strong smell of tobacco fills your nostrils and the abhorrent voices of men, who, frankly speaking, are ogling you like a fresh piece of meat, fill the dimly lit bar. Anyone with half a brain could see that you were out of your element, your skirt, which was invitingly short, causing the men around the table to burst into wholehearted laughter the second you walked in. Their repugnant cackles died out as soon as they noticed who you were accompanied by, your hound of a boyfriend causing them to stiffen. Nevertheless, you were not there to entertain those bastards. Your attention tonight was required somewhere way more special.

Just as you began to zone out, the hand on your thigh squeezed hard enough to bring you back into reality. 

“What d’ya think, baby?” Logan asks, cigar hanging from his mouth ever so leisurely.

You shift in his lap, raising a manicured finger to your lips in pretend thought. “Raise.” You say absentmindedly, turning your attention back to Logan and beginning to fiddle with the buttons of his shirt.

You can hear a couple of remarks being thrown around, as well as a couple of curses, but nothing that would ever in the slightest be able to upset you. As stupid as they were, the men around the table knew exactly when to shut their mouths. 

“You heard the lady.” your boyfriend says as he puts the poker chips forward on the table. 

The men continue to scoff and murmur, but none of them decide to fold. 

“Showdown time.” you say proudly, as Logan slams his cards face-up on the table. You both let out a chuckle as the guys around the table slowly start raising their voices, creeping around the very thin line (which they should never cross, especially in front of Logan) regarding the way they speak about you. 

Four of a kind. You smile as you see the one and two pairs on the table.

Logan turns his head to face you and slams his lips on yours triumphantly, grabbing the back of your head. The taste of his whiskey tainted lips sends a shiver down your spine as you slowly start to tune out all the whistles and crude comments. Oblivious to the four pairs of eyes staring holes at you, you slowly grind your panty-covered pussy against his thigh, begging for the smallest bit of friction to satisfy you, growing awfully tired of the mundane atmosphere. Logan pulls away from the kiss right as he senses that things are starting to escalate, getting impatient for the moment the two of you’ll get back home so he can have you all to himself.

“Stay put, baby, let’s finish the game and Daddy’ll take care of you. Hm? How’s that sound?” he murmurs in your ear, stroking the back of your head. 

Batting your eyelashes up at him, you let out a disappointed “mhm”, accompanied by a nod, and go back to fiddling with the buttons of his shirt. 

Three rounds go by, all of which Logan wins with your help. As the poker chips on the table next to him multiply, your patience starts growing thin. His after-round kisses don’t satisfy you anymore, and after being scolded with a slap to your thigh at your second attempt to grind your hips into him, you’d become sullen. 

“I think we should call it a night.” Logan announces to the table, putting out his cigar and grabbing his winnings in evident hurry.

Five minutes later, you’re in the passenger seat, arms crossed, looking out the window. You wait for Logan to start driving, but the familiar turn of the keys never comes, so you’re urged to look at him. He’s staring right at your pouting face, brow raised in question. 

“Why the long face, hm? Come here.” Logan asks. You hesitate for a second, but quickly move into the driver seat, settling down in his lap. His hands put two stray strands of hair behind your ears and cup your face in his palms. The frown on your face remains as Logan stretches a thumb out to caress your cheek.

“Jus’ wanted you to touch me.” you mutter, leaning into his embrace and settling your head on his chest. Logan lets out a chuckle, cradling your head in his arm while rubbing circles on your back.

“My poor baby. You wanted Daddy to touch you that badly? In front of everyone? Come on pup, you know better than that.” he scolds lovingly, never stopping his soft touches and caresses all over your body in poor attempts to soothe you.

You lean back, taking in the man in front of you. Small scars and a scruffy beard adorn his handsome face, “Sorry.” you grab the dog tag on his neck to yet again fidget with something, but Logan stops you and takes your hand in his. 

“Show me where you wanted Daddy to touch you, pup.” he tells you as a smile begins to grow on your face. Your fingers, enwrapped in his, begin a path down your navel, get under your skirt and stop at the newly formed wet patch on your pink panties. 

“Right here.” your voice fills the car, but you’re still unsure, like there’s a tad of uneasiness lingering in the air, Logan’s eyes and presence making you unbelievably nervous. 

“You want me to get you off, is that it, baby?” he asks. 

You nod, “I want your fingers inside.” your hand still in his, you grab one of his fingers and gently stroke your clit through your panties, a small moan escaping your lips from the simple friction. Eager to touch you, Logan grabs your waist and picks you up, back now pressed against his chest and legs spread over his thighs. He doesn’t miss a beat, bunching your skirt up around your waist. Nudging your panties to the side, Logan spreads your folds with one hand. His fingers smear your arousal and begin rubbing tauntingly slow circles on your clit.

“Fuck, Lo. I need more.” you plead, thrashing in his arms and grinding your hips to alleviate the almost painful sensation pooling in your core.

Logan slides a finger inside, increasing his pace on your puffy clit. You shut your eyes in pleasure, mouth forming an “o”, taking everything he’s giving you. Another finger joins the first one and you nearly scream as he begins pumping his digits in and out of you, your cunt embarrassingly slick with your arousal, velvety walls clenching around his fingers. Your mind begins working on autopilot, lifting your hips up and down absentmindedly against Logan’s palm as his digits grind against that spongy spot, forcing you to try and shut your legs closed.

“Fucking yourself on my fingers, huh, pup?” Logan murmurs in the crook of your neck, the hold he has on your thigh keeping your legs open.

“Please, Logan, ‘m so close.” you say, face red from the pure filth he’s whispering in your ear, the lewd sounds of your wet cunt filling the space in the car.

With another stroke to your swollen clit, Logan sends you over the edge. Whimpers escape your mouth as you grind against his hand, riding out the remnants of your orgasm.

Logan’s voice comforts you as his movements slow, a tender hand remaining on your thigh, massaging it, “That’s it, baby. There you go.” he hushes, delivering two gentle slaps to your cunt and rubbing it soothingly. You exhale, chest heaving, head leaning back to meet Logan’s eyes. Your hand grabs his two fingers - the ones that were just inside of you - and you bring them up to your mouth. Slowly kissing and placing kitten licks on the tips of his fingers, you start grinding against his thigh. Finally, you put his fingers inside your mouth, tongue swirling around his digits. Logan’s eyes remain on yours as you suck his fingers, moving your hips at your own pace. He brings his hand up to your head, petting and stroking your hair. The tender action humorously contrasts the lewd position you’re in - half-naked, humping his thigh with his fingers in your mouth.

“You wanna please Daddy, baby?” 

Eyes filled with desire, and voice muffled by his digits still inside your mouth, you reply, “Mhm.”

Logan grabs you by the back of your neck as you take his fingers out of your mouth with a pop. His lips meet yours and the kiss is surprisingly gentle, considering the growing bulge in his pants which you’ve blatantly been ignoring until now. You moan into his mouth at the contact, still needy. “Let’s go home then, pup. I can tell you’re tired.” Logan mutters in between kisses, “I’ll take care of you properly, alright? I promise.”  

Your mouth tightens into a frown again, but you don’t argue, no matter how eager you are to please him. Honestly speaking, you are tired, and you have no doubts that your boyfriend will keep his promise to you.

Logan murmurs against your lips with a smile again, this time referring to the poker game the two of you had just swept. “My lady luck.”

Write it down// Optional Bias

• Warnings: smut, minors DNI

• Pairing: Fem reader x optional Male

• H/n = His Name

I go back to my room, closing the door behind me with my free hand, my other one is holding a bottle of water.

His gaze locked on my body that's only covered with a short, barely covering, tight black night gown. Lacy, cuz I know he likes it. His grin satisfied, eyes narrowed, revealing his pretty under-eye dimples, he lets out a small teasing chuckle.

"Satisfied, huh?" I put the bottle down on the night stand, looking at his almost naked figure lying on my bed, arms behind his head, legs crossed. I feel his eyes burning me with his hot gaze. As if that's not tempting enough, he rolls his tongue along the wall inside his cheek, deciding to play with my mind and unholy thoughts a little more.

-"Very much, honestly. But you know you could make me way more satisfied..." he's stripping me with his eyes, finishing the sentence as his fingers tug at the hem of my night gown, slowly making their way between my thighs.

"Your friend says hi by the way," | say, trying to ignore his hot actions, his fingers stop right below where my dress ends and he grips my thigh, not too harsh but firm enough. "He looked like he knows what we are doing up here." I continue, swallow hard when the tip of his fingers gently caress my inner thigh again.

-"We don't have to keep quiet then, do we?" He smirks at me, he does that again. Those eye dimples, this stupid beautiful smile of his, his hand on my thigh; as if the last two rounds weren't enough to break me, he's now messing with my emotions too.

I playfully hit his arm, whining his name. -"I'm joking, chill. I'm just saying, if they already know, why keep it low?" His veiny hand trails up my thigh, making me let out an accidental moan. He's used to the sound of it yet can never get tired of hearing it. -"Besides, I know you like a little risk, maybe getting overheard? Or knowing someone's watching... mmm?" He hums as if asking for my answer to approve.

"Oh hell look at you, can't go through a second without getting hard again. Looks like someone here likes risks more than I do..." I take the covers off his body, exposing the oh so delicate sight I haven't seen for the last 10 minutes I was downstairs.

-"if only my friends knew you're wearing damn nothing underneath THIS..." he starts to say but stops mid sentence, seems like the blood is rushing to his head faster and he gets a little furious about the thought of someone else being aware of you wearing nothing under that piece of clothing.

"What's wrong baby? Getting jealous?" I pout jokingly, babying him with my sweeter tone of voice, finally lifting my dress a little, straddling his lap.

"Calm down, they're all a little scared of you, let alone hit on me or ever touch your girl. Besides, I don't think any of them is as horny as you are, mister." I sit comfortably on his thigh, he lets out a little gasp, making me wonder whether it's the nickname or my actions that made him a little more lost in his head.

His hands automatically move up my body, from my thighs up to my hips and to my waist, he holds me there firmly, as if claiming it as his and I giggle. "I like that, write it down in your kinky journal, you dirty nerd." I joke, exposing the fact that I know he writes down the things I like he does, his eyes widen.

-"You little brat, how do you..?" I feel the heat getting worse, everywhere. His ears turning red, he's getting even harder it looks almost painful.

"Calm down, I'm not gonna mock you for it. It's kinda hot tho. Very hot honestly. I like hot nerds, especially when they're so needy and let me ride them." | bite my lip as I come closer to his face, whispering it in his ear and then placing a soft, mouthy kiss on his neck.

-"Such a F- BRAT."

"You love me."

-"Doesn't change the fact you're a brat!"

"You'd get bored if I wasn't."

His lips are centimeters away from mine, we're still in the same position as he lifts me by my hips a little, placing me right on top of him and I sink down smoothly, making both of us gasp loudly and he takes my lips with his for a hungry, delicate kiss.

His hands roaming around my entire already sweaty body, lifting my night gown up and tosses it on the floor. I pull away again for air but he pulls me back for a deeper kiss, moaning into each other's mouths.

"Goodness..." | moan out his name, along with some curse words as he starts to thrust upwards into me, making my body bounce and we both turn into a mess. -"You like that, huh? Like how I make you feel?" The room fills up with skin slapping sounds, moans and heavy pants, groans and curse words.

-"Use your words, you little brat..." his voice coming out in short gasps that I can never get enough of, his hand moving to my back as he cups my cheek and then spanks it once, sending an electric shock through my already sensitive body. "H/n! Please..." my thighs start to tremble as we both work our ways to the finish line.

Here it is again, his annoying satisfied grin when he knows l'm far gone, almost floating on cloud nine along with him.

-"Please what, kitten? Use your words." The urge to drain him completely just for him to shut up and stop teasing and messing with my head is strong but my legs are getting weaker with every movement.

"Please... please H/N I'm so so close H/N... soft screams escaping my lips, head thrown back as he grabs my chin and makes me look at him.

-"Eyes on me when you finish, kitten. Understood?" F HIM.

"So so close please.." I'm so desperate and he's almost satisfied enough from just hearing me being so needy for release. -"Gonna come? So pretty when you're like this... c'mon pretty thing, I got you. let go f'me." His words, his sharper thrusts, his hands playing with my nipples, kneading my breasts.

Uncontrollable strokes are being dragged along his soft skin as my fingers dig into his back, luckily not enough to make him bleed but the pain makes him make even better sounds as he gets closer himself.

-"I got you, I got you, come for me..." he hugs me tighter as we both ride out our highs, he does first as I follow right behind him.

Heavily panting, I collapse on his chest, finally leaving his body that I hold onto so tightly for the last who knows how many minutes?

"Oh my Gosh H/N I'm so sorry!" It finally hits me that I might've wounded his skin a little too harsh and I feel terrible with it.

-"Shut up you nerd, I'm gonna write it down too, it was amazing." He replies, making me confused.

"You can't be serious. Stop acting like a hero I could feel i was hurting you!" I hit his chest, his arm is back resting underneath his head, turning his face to me.

-"I'll let you recover and I'll mark you up next time so we'll get even, yeah?" He caresses my cheek with the back of his other hand.

"Let me recover huh? Think I can't handle another round right now?" I smirk at him, enjoying the way he's all gentle and loving.

-"Look who's trying to be a hero now." He chuckles, you know he's right, you're too worn out for a fourth round, though the thought alone is pretty tempting.

"Okay fine, but at least let me take care of the scratches on your back, let me see them at least. It felt so good yet so bad..." I turn him over, it really isn't that bad, just a few red lines.

-"See? Now can you calm down and let me hold you a little before my friends come up here and knock on our door?" He turns back around, facing me again.

"Only if you mark me later until we're even."

-"Mmm... say please?"

You Missed the Damn Line

WC - 5,642 / 21 minute read

Warnings - Smut / 18+ content throughout / feminine terms used for reader

A/N: i’m ashamed of myself 0_0

In which you, an actress, are due for a sex scene with Hugh Jackman, but he has a better idea.

You tried your best, you really did, but they were simply not buying it.

“Cut!” the director yelled, letting out a frustrated sigh as he walked up to the two actors on set. “What the fuck was that, L/N?”

You laughed awkwardly despite the director’s clear irritation. “You’re kidding. You’re making this impossible.”

Hugh sits up, careful not to ruin his carefully-messed up hair. He nodded in agreement. “Nothing’s good enough for you, mate.”

“Nothing’s good—” He scoffs, cutting himself off before he could finish mocking Hugh. “It’ll be good enough when you two get your shit together and shoot a good fucking sex scene.”

The director walks back to the camera and the intimacy coordinator beside it—a kind woman with a death glare pointed at the director. She sighed and looked back to the set. “Alright, you two. L/N, how are you doing? You comfortable?”

You sigh and lay back on the bed, staring up at the fake ceiling for this fake house in this fake movie that you were faking your way through. The life of an actress seemed to be a never-ending series of pretending to be someone you’re not. “I’m just peachy.”

The intimacy coordinator hums. “What about you, Hugh?”

“I’ll be fine as soon as that ol’ dag learns to be less of a prick,” Hugh mutters.

It was quite amusing to see Hugh this way, you will admit. He wasn’t usually so grumpy on set. In fact, he tended to be the sunshine in the movie-making cloud of darkness. Your countless camcorder videos of him cracking jokes or simply making a fool of himself behind the scenes proved he was always the life of the party.

“Jesus Christ,” the director groans. “Let’s just shoot the damn scene already.”

The intimacy coordinator rushes up to the two actors, ensuring everything from comfort, consent, modesty garments, and props are sufficiently in place, and then jogs back to the director’s side.

The director stood at the monitor, his brow furrowed in concentration as he reviewed the blocking for the scene. He was known for his meticulous attention to detail, and today was no different. Except, of course, he was a tad bit more intense at the moment. He turned to the crew and began giving instructions that neither you or Hugh could quite make out.

Hugh smiled at you, trying to ease the tension he knew you were feeling. “How ya feeling? Really.”

You cracked a smile, amused by his way of noticing when you were lying to the crew about your true emotions. “Tired and cranky. You?”

He shrugged. “Could use some supper, but other than that, I’m quite alright.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really? Nothing about this situation is pissing you off? You’re really alright right now?”

He grins. “Yes. Bloody Oath.”

You smile softly. “Honestly, I’m really fucking nervous right now. I’ve never done this kind of scene before.”

“What about your first film? Ripe Age, was it?”

You grin. “Little secret…? That was a body double filming the sex scene for me.”

Hugh raises an eyebrow and lets out a surprised huh sound. He then nodded in understanding, considering your words and putting together why you’d be nervous. He’d been in a few sex scenes before, but each one was different. Each acting partner brought their own energy and concerns. “I see, well… I’m right here with ya and we’ve got a bloody good team. Aside from Director Dickwad, of course.”

You laugh softly, not wanting to attract the director’s attention.

Just then, the intimacy coordinator approaches you two with her signature calm and kind demeanor. “Hey, L/N, Mr. Jackman, the director wants to go over everything one more time before we try again. Just to make sure we’re on the same page.”

The woman pulls up a prop chair from the room and sits at your eye level. You and Hugh listen to her intently, not wanting to miss something and having to re-shoot again. You’d done this scene enough times by now. “Okay, so we’ve discussed boundaries and comfort levels. Let’s revisit the choreography to make sure everything feels right.”

The woman held up the shot list and walked you two through the steps, just as one might for a complex dance sequence. You almost laughed at the notion of this being like a dance. Everything felt so ridiculous.

After a quick summary, the intimacy coordinator asks you two to get back into your positions for the scene. You slip back into your usual spots with ease. The woman guides you with gentle touches, adjusting a hand here, a foot there, ensuring your movements would look as natural as possible on camera while staying within your agreed limits.

You became hyper-aware of the small distance between your bodies—the way Hugh’s hand rested lightly on your waist, the heat of his skin warming yours through the thin, nude-colored underwear you wore.

“Remember,” the intimacy coordinator said after she was satisfied with their positions, her voice even, “this is a slow, intimate moment between two lovers who have missed each other very much.”

Hugh nodded, his focus remaining on you underneath him. “Right. We’ll take it slow.”

Your breath hitched softly at this. It was strangely comforting to know that he could see right through you and how you wanted so badly for everyone to be patient with you. “Yeah. Slow is good.”

The woman clapped, snapping you out of your moment of admiration for Hugh. “Alright, let’s get ready.”

The room was quieter than usual—a closed set. Only a few key crew members stood under the dimmed studio lights. The typical whispering and hum of equipment were replaced by a focused stillness. The room was dressed to look like an apartment bedroom—plush pillows under your head on a wide bed, soft lighting that cast warm shadows, and milky-white curtains that would sway with an unseen breeze after post-production.

You wore an almost translucent strapless bra, your nipples covered with nude-toned patches, and seamless nude underwear. Hugh, with a similar setup, wore modesty garments designed to appear as if he was—like you—fully exposed while still maintaining dignity. The garments, though strange and small, felt like a shield of some sort—a reminder that this wasn’t as invasive as it felt.

“Places,” the director called, and the set fell silent. The intimacy coordinator positioned herself by the monitor, ready to catch every detail. The director rested his chin in his palm, scratching his beard one, twice, before finally calling:

“Action.”

You and Hugh did everything again. The same exact choreographed movements you both had practiced. You focused on doing better than before, trying to make your rehearsed sounds and muttered lines seem real for the screen. Every touch and movement from Hugh was gentle and deliberate, ensuring you two stayed within the boundaries you had set beforehand. The scene was intimate, but the atmosphere between your near-nude bodies remained respectful and professional.

You moved together, your bodies close but never truly touching in the most vulnerable areas. You could feel the heat of Hugh’s breath against your neck as he leaned down, your movements slow and deliberate. Your fingers trailed down his bare back, your touch light, guided by the choreography you had rehearsed. You tried to focus on the script’s emotions—the longing, the fleeting connection…

The sounds of your heavy breathing, the rustle of fabric beneath you, and the soft creak of the bed were the only things you heard—all blending into the story you were trying to tell.

Hugh cupped your face in his right palm, his thumb brushing your skin in a gesture that was more tender than you expected. It was a small, unscripted moment, but it made the scene feel real. Almost too real.

You falter and miss your line—an important mumble of the words, I cease to exist without you near me. Your eyes widen as you realize your idiotic mistake.

“Cut!” the director calls, the annoyance in his voice far from hidden. “You missed the damn line. We’re taking a break. I need a fucking cigarette.”

Hugh gets off you and you sit up, fighting the urge to literally face-palm right then and there. You groan softly, embarrassed by your own blunder.

Hugh is quick to apologize. “I should’ve stuck to the script. I threw you off—”

“No, no, I wasn’t focused enough,” you interrupted, shaking your head. You exhaled a frustrated breath and covered your face in your palms. You wanted to disappear. Your words came out muffled as you spoke again. “Jesus, I wish we could just have actual sex. At least it would be convincing.”

There’s a strange silence that follows and you have to peek through your fingers just to make sure you didn’t somehow fall off the face of the planet and into the void of outer space. Hugh is staring down at the mattress underneath his rested hand, his eyebrows furrowed in thought. You raise an eyebrow. “Hugh…?”

He looks up at you, his expression unreadable, but not unkind. “What if we bail on this whole choreography nonsense? The director hardly knows how to write a bloody script. I wouldn’t be surprised if that dole bludger has never had sex before in his entire life.”

You stare at him blankly before blinking once, then twice. “What are you proposing?”

“Have you ever seen 9 Songs? Or Shortbus?”

You shake your head.

“The actors had unsimulated sex in order to portray their characters more efficiently. Of course, they had to sign contracts and consider possible strict scrutiny from the rating boards, but…”

You nearly laugh but grow red in the face when you notice his lack of humor. He’s serious? “You’re serious?”

He nods. “I… It’s a little mad, but we’re getting nowhere with this scene right now.”

Your throat goes dry. “This isn’t just some ruse to get laid, right? Some fucked up fantasy?”

“It isn’t.”

“You swear?”

“Bloody Oath.”

“I don’t know what that means,” you whisper, your voice somewhat emotionless as you’re too busy in a whirlwind of thoughts to pay much attention to anything else.

He chuckles softly, but there’s a hint of his own nerves peeking through. “Ah, it’s a form of saying ‘of course’ or ‘definitely’. Aussie shite.”

“The media will go crazy for this when they find out,” you say, completely ignoring his explanation. It didn’t even register. It went in through one ear and out the other. “The movie will be controversial. We’ll be controversial.”

He smiles and cracks another joke. “A little controversy never hurt anybody.”

Yes, it fucking did, you think, but you don’t say anything. You simply consider his idea. It’s insane. It’s mental. It’s lock-you-up-in-a-psych-ward crazy.

But it’s tempting.

After all, any press is good press, right?

“We should talk to Aimee,” you say, gesturing at the intimacy coordinator who was sipping now-cold coffee from a mug that read, Teaching is my superpower, what’s yours? It didn’t make any fucking sense and for some reason that pissed you off more than the stupidity of this decision did.

Hugh nods and then huffs slightly. “It was just an idea, though, mate. It’s a bit reckless. We sincerely don’t have to.”

“Hugh.”

Silence. A beat of hesitation. “Yeah, mate?”

“Let’s get our movie done.”

You walk up to the intimacy coordinator, asking to speak to her in private. You enter the director’s empty office, borrowing his space. The woman sips her coffee and then sets it down on the brown desk beside you two, waiting for you to speak.

“Have you seen 9 Songs?”

She stares at you, a dumbfounded expression quickly replaced by one of steady firmness. “Absolutely not. L/N, no. Do you know what that could mean for this film?”

You furrow your eyebrows slightly. “Aimee, we’ve been shooting this same fucking scene for weeks. This is the climax of the movie. It’s a pivotal moment. You can’t have a movie about transformative romantic and sexual intimacy without a convincing sex scene.”

Aimee raises an eyebrow. “You’ve analyzed the script?”

“I’ve read the damn book we’re adapting.”

“We’d have to change the rating from R to NC-17 or X, L/N.” She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Just… talk to the director. He’ll be the one to give you the green light.”

You nod.

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“Are you a fucking imbecell?”

“It’s actually pronounced ‘imbecile’, sir, and, uh, no. I’m not. I’m serious. This—” You snatch the worn, slightly bent script from the director’s free hand, his other one holding a lit cigarette, “This here is a fucking work of art that you’ve got. Hugh and I are committed to it. We want it as much as you do. As much as the thousands of fans who read the book are. People deserve a loyal adaptation.”

The director looks at you, stunned silent by the sudden balls you’ve grown. “You want the Wolverine to fuck you on camera for everyone to see?”

You shove the script to his chest, holding it there with the palm of your hand. “You’re damn right I do. I’m not letting you fuck up this movie.”

He clears his throat, takes a long drag from his cigarette, and then quotes, “‘Fuck me gently with a chainsaw.’”

“Excuse me, sir?”

“Fine,” he says shortly. He drops his half-done cigarette on the concrete floor and stomps on it with his shoe, like a kid murdering a helpless ant just because he can. “But we’ll have to change the rating of the film. Expect less raving reviews and more controversy-fueled attention. You’re not winning a damn Oscar from this, kid. That’s out the window now.”

“So be it.”

“Tell Aimee to get the necessary paperwork to you and Mr. Jackman in thirty minutes. We’re finishing this godforsaken scene today.”

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“Okay, and…” Aimee starts, stacking the signed contracts atop each other before holding them together with a paperclip, “…there we go. All set. I hope you know that this is fucking insane.”

Hugh leans back in his chair. “I’d say it’s time I take a risk in my career. Can’t always rely on my X-Men reputation to carry me afloat.”

You roll your eyes. “Says the veteran actor.”

“If forty plus years of acting makes me veteran, what does that make you?” Hugh asks with a playful look.

“The total opposite.”

“Guys, please. Get a damn room,” Aimee interrupts. “Okay, so, the room will be empty while you two… Yeah. I’ll be right outside the door if you need me. The cameras will be running the whole time as soon as I leave the room. Post-production is gonna have a helluva lot of fun with this shit.”

“They’ll have ‘shower-nozzle masturbation material for weeks’,” the director says suddenly, having been sitting beside Aimee but mindlessly scrolling through his phone the entire time, seemingly uninterested in the legal, paperwork process.

“Do you always quote Heathers?” you ask, more amused than truly interested.

“Whenever possible.”

Aimee scoffs and then stands. “Let’s go get you geniuses ready on set. ‘Come on, it’ll be very.’”

The director smirks at the intimacy coordinator’s quick, witty use of reference.

They head back to the set and the crew fixes up the cameras and lighting before leaving Aimee, Hugh, you, and the director alone in the room. The director inspects the cameras before humming in satisfaction. “Fuck the choreography, then. Just… keep the characters in mind, please. Use your lines. I’m not paying you two to fuck on my set for no reason.”

Hugh smirks. “See ya in a bit, ol’ cobber.”

The director waves him off and leaves the room, Aimee following suit after a brief reminder of consent and safety rules. Soon enough, you and Hugh are left on the set alone, the cameras running and expectant.

Hugh sits on the bed. All the foreplay scenes were already shot and done a few days back, meaning they didn’t have to act anything like that out anymore. The only part they were missing was the sex. Just the undressing, the friction, the orgasms, and that was that.

“Come here,” Hugh whispers, his voice slipping into his impressive, fake American accent. You admired the way he could get into character so easily.

You walk up to him and stand in between his legs as he sits at the edge of the mattress. His hands make contact with your waist almost immediately, the thin robe with the production company’s logo on it riding up as his hands follow the curve and dip of your hips. You bite your bottom lip and watch his face as he feels you up. Somehow, it’s different than before. His fingers burn holes in your skin, making you feel jolts of both confusion and excitement.

If all the foreplay scenes were done with, why was he acting this way?

He grips her hips tighter, a small squeeze following suit before his fingers graze over the tied strings up front. “May I?”

You nod, not saying a word. This was new. So very new. None of this so far would even be in the film. Why would he bother?

He tugs at one of the strings and watches as your robe falls open, revealing the bare skin beneath, no modesty garments in place at all this time around.

He sucks in a breath, letting his gaze stare shamelessly at your exposed breasts. He leans forward and kisses each one softly. It’s a tender, gentle touch that you wouldn’t have expected from a co-star doing his job. “Hugh…”

He hums, his lips still grazing over your chest with no rest.

“Why are you… Do you need to tell me something?” you ask softly.

Hugh takes one of your nipples in his mouth and sucks softly, swirling his tongue around it in a curious motion before pulling back, looking up at you in an expression of dropped reserve. All his honesty was going to come out. You could tell from the look on his face. He didn’t even hesitate, simply looked at you, his eyes flicking from one of your eyes to the other, down to your lips, and then back up again—a smooth, triangular motion. “Perhaps I’m very fond of you and have been purposefully hiding it.”

“Perhaps?”

“I am very fond of you and have been purposefully hiding it,” he says with a tone of finality, as if that explains everything. And in a way, it does. The secret glances you’ve shared over the months of filming together, the careful, tender touches and holds at red carpets and promo interviews, the flirtatious joking and banter… You wrote everything off as friendly, but it was more than that, wasn’t it?

Hugh slides the robe off your shoulders and lets it fall to the floor with a nearly-soundless landing. Completely exposed before him, you can’t help but feel a tad shy. Your eyes rake over Hugh’s shirtless, hairy chest and tight-fitting sweats that barely stop the hem of his boxers from peeking out above his waistline. He pulls you in closer, his fingers trailing up from the back of your leg to your waist to your stomach to your breasts to your neck to your jaw, and then back down the same way they came.

You suck in a breath as two fingers follow the crease of where your upper thigh met groin. You stifle a small, but audible moan at the chills his fingers send through you.

He hums and moves his hands to rest on your hips once again. “Is that all it takes?”

Yes.

You gasp softly when Hugh’s grip on your hips tighten before he sets you down on the bed, his body hovering over yours, essentially caging you in. He pulls his sweats and boxers down in one swift motion, kicking them off like they did something to personally offend him. You feel his erection pressing against your leg and stiffen slightly.

He leans his head down quickly, but stops just above your face, his lips grazing over yours when he speaks, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve missed you direly.”

Your heart skips a beat and it takes you a moment to register that he’s speaking lines from the script, back in character.

He kissed you then, hard and deep, his tongue claiming your mouth’s entrance as if it belonged there and couldn’t believe it had been away for so long. He pushes his body closer against yours, pinning you to the soft mattress as he pours all his pent-up desire and need into the kiss. It doesn’t take long for his lips to lose their way and explore other paths you have to offer. His mouth kisses along your jaw and neck, teeth grazing against your skin as he goes.

“Been dreamin’ of this,” he pants, his damn good false-American voice hoarse as he kisses along your collarbone now. “Dreamin’ of havin’ you again. Been drivin’ me mad every night in the trenches, doll.”

You cling to him, your fingers digging into his back, your body arching under his touch. Every kiss felt like an invasion of privacy—but one you could very much live with. You needed to remember your lines. Come on. What was the damn line?

Right.

“You have no idea,” you gasp between kisses, his attack on your swollen lips refusing to relent even as you attempt to speak, “how many nights I’ve thought about this… About you. About us.”

He pushes a finger into your wet cunt without warning, as if rewarding you for remembering your lines so quickly this time. When had his hand even gone down there? He growls against your skin at the feel of your wetness around his finger, his free hand grasping your hip to bring you closer.

“I thought about it all the time,” he mutters, gently moving his finger back and forth in a slow pattern. His voice is ragged as he kisses along your jaw. “Thought about you, how you felt under me, how you sounded when I touched you… I was going insane with it.”

You gasp slightly between pants, but he barely lets you catch your breath before his lips are back on yours. He pulls his finger out abruptly, running it down your side, leaving a wet trail in his wake.

“Couldn’t get you out of my head,” he whispers, his voice still rough. His hand slams down against the space of mattress beside your head, a temporary loss of temper on display. Right. This is his character, you remind yourself. “Damn it, doll, I fuckin’ need you. I need to feel you, to taste you… I need you to be mine again. Fuck the war, fuck the politics… I can’t be without you tonight. Just for tonight.”

You nod softly, the action causing your lips to separate from his. He takes the opportunity to kiss over your closed eyelid and then the top of your head—an unscripted act that leaves your face burning. “I cease to exist without you near me.”

He opens his mouth to respond but you cut him off before he can even begin by wrapping your legs around his hips, an unscripted act to counterattack his. He groans as he feels your legs wrap around him, pulling him closer to you. The feeling of having your thighs on either side of him, the soft flesh squishing against his hip bones, has his head spinning. He smirks against your lips, realizing his mistake but not stopping. What’s one line missed, anyway?

His hand moves down to his cock and you bite down on your bottom lip as you feel him line himself up with your entrance. Things had escalated so quickly that it had your brain reeling. Hugh leans down so his head is right beside your ear. He whispers just loud enough for you to hear, but quiet enough for post-production to be able to remove his out-of-character question with barely any trouble: “Is this okay?”

“I need you, Ces,” you respond, using his character’s name and hoping he’ll understand your line as an affirmative answer.

He captures your lips in a fierce kiss as he pushes into you, slow enough to give you time to both adjust and choose to back out if needed. His body involuntarily shudders at the sensation. He groans into your mouth, his hands gripping your hips firmly.

“Fuck,” he gasps breathlessly, his voice hoarse and rough.

You whimper softly, the feeling of being so filled up in a way you haven’t ever experience before leaving you making a string of pathetic, soft, unscripted noises. He rubs slow circles against your hip bone with his thumb, coaxing your body into a non-tense state.

He starts to move when your body relaxes, his strokes slow and firm, his body seeking more of you. He craves you, needs you, wants to please you utterly. No amount of acting could hide how real that feeling was for him.

He pulls back slightly so he can look at your face. Your eyes are squeezed shut as you struggle to keep up, your breathing uneven and your brain all jumbled. You were trying so desperately to hold onto the parts of this that needed you to be an actress, but the parts that were all too real were threatening to take over.

“Look at me,” Hugh whispers, his voice low and strained with his own pleasure, his hips still rocking back and forth against yours, though slower now so as to give you some room to think. “I want to see you. I want to see how much you’ve missed this, darlin’. How much you’ve been achin’ for me, like I’ve been achin’ for you.”

That last line wasn’t in the script and you noticed that immediately. It was, however, in the book. The thought that the Hugh Jackman had read the novel before starring in the adaptation sent a shiver of affection down your spine. It was more than just lust. You wanted him bad. In more ways than one.

You open your eyes, Hugh’s face slowly blurring back into focus. The look on your face, the way you looked at him with such desperate need as you bit down a soft moan, your nails digging into the flesh of his arm, makes his heart pound. He captures your lips again, his kiss harsh as he swallows the involuntary moan you’re forced to let out.

You know there’s another line you have to deliver—and soon. But you can’t remember it. Your brain is a fuzzy mess as he picks up the pace a bit, pushing you further into the mattress. A particularly hard thrust—the motion like a punishment for your forgetfulness—has you gasp into his mouth and he groans in response.

I want you to forget the war when you’re with me. Let me take that away.

Those were her next lines. All she had to do was say them. Why couldn’t she?

Hugh thrusts into her faster now, as if chasing his own release and forgetting the matter at hand.

That’s why.

“I want—”

He swallows whatever you were going to say with a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue plunging into your mouth all over again. So much for getting all your lines in. He doesn’t want to hear you say anything right now. He just wants to hear the sounds you make so he can commit them to memory in case this never happens again.

He pulls back, breaking the kiss, his eyes dark and intense. “Say my name, dollface. Say it.”

Your head falls back and like a dog to a bone, his mouth connects with your neck in an instant.

“Mmm— Hugh…”

He smirks against your neck before moving his face down and biting softly on your shoulder. “Wrong one… They’ll edit that out, love.”

She catches her mistake, the bite on her shoulder serving as a snap back to reality. Or, more accurately, a snap back to her acting responsibilities as a maker of cinematic illusions. “Ces… Fuck— You feel so good…”

A shudder of desire runs through him as he hears your unscripted compliment. It does everything to him to know that he’s successfully making you feel good. He’s making you feel good. He presses a bruising kiss to your neck.

“Just like that, doll,” he says, his voice a rough whisper. “Tell me how good it feels…”

“S-So good,” she mumbles, her words barely coherent enough to make it into a decent movie. “Mmm— Like that…”

He feels your hands move up to the muscles of his tense, flexed bottom, your fingers digging into the flesh and dragging him closer, letting him fuck you at a deeper level. The pain of your nails in his skin only adds to the pleasure, and he’s nearly driven mad by it. It’s almost more than he can take. “Yeah? Like this?”

You nod and he moves faster, his hips slamming into yours now in a steady, primal rhythm. He’s consumed by it, the feeling, the pleasure, the utter need to have you as his, even if temporarily. He bites at your neck, your shoulder, his body giving itself to yours with every thrust.

“I’m yours, pretty. This… Everything…” he pants, punctuating each word with a deep stroke. “I’m all yours if you’ll have me forever. The war does not own me, you do.”

You’re momentarily stunned by his ability to improvise such in-character lines. The fan in you who loved the book when it was released is impressed and somewhat proud. Even with your mind a cloudy mess, you still manage to have your heart swell with admiration.

He kisses you again, hard and deep, his tongue pushing across your bottom lip before entering your mouth. He’s so eager with it that his teeth knock against yours multiple times as his tongue finds your own. “I’m never letting you go.”

“I’m never allowing you to,” you pant into his mouth.

The need, the want, within him reaches new heights. He grips your hips harder, his thrusts becoming rougher and more primal. It was like his self-control was aggressively and hatefully tossed out the fake window of the set. His hands let go of her hips, leaving behind a stinging sensation that will surely turn to bruises, and move up to the headboard behind her. You think you’re fully at his mercy now, but, really, he’s at your mercy. Completely and irrevocably. And damn if that doesn’t drive the both of you absolutely crazy.

You reach up towards the headboard in order to adjust yourself, but he stops you, wanting you to remain where you were.

“Don’t move, don’t move,” he whispers quickly, finding the right angle so he can drive into you with the headboard as his support. He holds onto the wood so tightly that his knuckles turn white.

You let out a moan, louder than before. His cock twitches inside you in response, a clear sign of his enjoyment of the sound. “You like this, don’t you?” he pants.

Your head falls back, exposing your neck to him. He all but moans at the sight. He releases one hand from the headboard and finds his way to your throat, gripping it just tight enough to make you gasp. He leans down and kisses your lips the softest he ever has—a stark contrast to his actions. “I love you, dollface. I love you, I love you, I love you…”

You look him in the eyes as he says these lines, wondering if fiction ever does blur with reality. If so, when was that point for you two? Have you gotten there yet?

Your eyes shut on their own accord and it nearly sends him over the edge. His grip around your throat tightens as he nears his orgasm and he forces himself to let go so he doesn’t accidentally hurt you.

You cup his face, your thumb brushing across his bottom lip. “Keep going, Hugh… Don’t stop…”

He groans at the sound of his real name in your mouth. The feel of your hands on his face, the words leaving her lips… it all sends a shiver of desire down his spine and his cock twitches involuntarily.

“Oh, God, I’m so close…” you mumble between pants, completely off-script. “Please, don’t stop.”

The sound of your pleading, you saying you’re close, nearly makes him come right then and there. His movements become more frantic and desperate. Erratic, even. His words come out in low whispers, as if they were reserved for her and not the camera. “I’ve got you. I’m gonna give you what you need.”

In a few seconds, you’re completely falling apart below him, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave. You had no life jacket and the ocean had no mercy.

“Fuck, that’s it…” he groans as he watches you come and tighten around his cock.

Your wave of ecstasy pushes him to the brink, his own climax hitting him like a ton of heavy-hitting bricks. He groans and shudders against her, his body warm and damp.

You both take a few seconds to catch your breath. You smell of sex and sweat and everything you decide you’re strangely okay with.

“I think… I think you missed a few lines,” Hugh says, still panting slightly.

You smile at the joke, your chest rising and falling quickly, but beginning to slow down. “Maybe we’ll have to re-do it.”

“What a bloody shame.”

You grin and he pushes forward to kiss your lips without warning—the quick, sudden contact all the proof of his need for you that will remain long after the director will someday soon yell the final “Cut!” for this little film.

If you decide to ever think that you're not being punished immediately that youre gonna be alright, think again.

When we're alone, youll be tied up on my lap while I play with your little holes.

Youve been a bad fucking whore all day but I couldn't punish you. You thought you were sly and that I was letting you get away with it too.

But your teased turned into pathetic little whimpers when we finally were alone and I threw you to the floor.

Now youre on my lap, tied up with toys on your sensitive parts. My phone is in front of you with a spin the wheel app on it with a bunch of different punishments.

"Let's see what you get for your 5th punishment. This one was for shaking your little ass at me in the store"

The wheel spins and spins before slowing down. You know what it's gonna land on as you squirm harder.

All toys on max settings for 5 minutes

As you feel the toys flip, you start doing everything you can to hold it together as you arch your back, shake violently but I hold you down in place.

"Shhhh. Stop fighting"

As the 5 minutes end, youre left shaking and panting like a dog. Your hair gets pulled back as youre forced to watch the wheel spin again. This time for saying

"What are you gonna do about it?~"

Blindfold and gag

You struggle and try to fight back but a quick slap puts you in your place. Now blindfolded, gagged and tied up all in my laps, every touch feels super sensitive.

You hear the wheel spin but can't read it anymore. You feel the toy in your little hole suddenly start moving in and out of you sending you into a panic yet you get held down from every movement you make.

So, be a good whore. Or don't. I don't care either way ❤️

Hot Blooded

A/N: This takes place during Days of Future Past. There's just something about Logan dressed in those tight ass jeans and wearing that silk button-up that just does something to me.

CW: Breeding Kink, Some Choking, Oxygen Deprivation, Overstimulation, Oral (female receiving), Unprotected Sex, Mentions of Blood, Marking, Primal Dom!Logan, Jealous!Logan, implied age gap, established relationship, Mentions of Male and Female Anatomy

Genre: Smut, some Fluff at the end

Pairing: DOFP!Logan x Fem Reader

The club was packed shoulder to shoulder with a sea of dancing bodies. 70's disco blared over the speakers loud enough to make the bones in your body vibrate with every beat of the bass. Sure, you and Logan had been sent back into the past to fix and repair things between Charles and Erik, but that didn't necessarily mean that you were going to be a stickler the entire time. What better way to blend in than this? While you were jovial and lively, Logan remained more on the stoic side of things.

He watched you closely while you leaned over the pool table. His eyes slowly dragged across the curves of your breasts and waist, then along the curves of your ass and thighs. The spandex pants you wore clung to your curves in all the right places. His eyes trail back up along the length of your legs and the subtle curve of your back just above your hips. Reaching into the front pocket of his jacket, he pulls out a cigar and places it between his lips. Lighting the end of the cigar, he takes in a slow drag from it; the smoke slowly curls and swirls into the air from the flame.

“It's not rocket science, bub. C'mon, it can't be that hard, now can it?” He husks, smoke slowly billows from his mouth and nose as he speaks. You could feel his body against yours as he leans over you, resting his hands over yours to help you line up your shot against the number 2 ball. “Nice and easy, draw back, and shoot.”

The cue ball collides against the 2 and sinks it into the corner pocket. “Good girl. Now, let's see if you can do it to the 4 ball. Just like I showed you.” He pulls away to watch you. Your heart was pounding in your chest and ears. Parts of you wishing he hadn't pulled away. The overpowering aroma of rustic oak, leather, mint, and tobacco lingered in your senses. He smelled heavenly to you, and looked even better. You lift your gaze to be fixed on him. He was a fine piece of work indeed. Your eyes follow him as he walked around to the other side of the table, his eyes trained on you. There's a cocky smirk at his lips as his eyes trailed down to the teasing amount of cleavage your crop top had been showing off.

“Enjoying the view, Logan?” You finally ask with cocky confidence as you line up your shot against the 4 ball. Cursing under your breath as it rolls just short of the pocket. Perhaps you had spoken too soon, not that you minded. Despite his stoic exterior, Logan looked to be in his element. He was already a few beers deep into the evening and seemed to be enjoying himself with you even though you had to practically drag him out here.

“Don't go gettin’ too cocky now, bub. There's still plenty to go. We're just gettin’ started,” he exhales another plume of smoke before grabbing up his poolstick. You couldn't help but stare and drag your eyes across his body. The way his hair was slicked back, the first two buttons of his shirt were undone, showing off a teasing amount of hair on his chest. His dog tags hung lazily around his neck, drawing your attention to them. A familiar heat began to grow between your thighs, but who could blame you? There was something about seeing this side of Logan.

You prop yourself up onto a stool that sat catty-corner to the pool table. Grabbing up your bottle of beer and tipping your head back, you take a long drink while watching Logan. He was definitely beating your ass at this game of pool, but you didn't mind it. In fact, you were enjoying yourself a little too much to even care if you lost this game. You were far too engrossed in the atmosphere. The blaring music, flashing lights, the sea of bodies that covered the dance floor, the stylish clothes, but most of all, you got to have this moment with Logan. You watch intently as he sank several of the striped pool balls into the pockets around the table.

The atmosphere of the nightclub almost hypnotized you. It was so easy to lose yourself. Your body swayed slightly in rhythm with the melodies of the songs that blared over the speakers. It wasn't until you heard an unfamiliar sound of someone clearing their throat that you tuned back into reality. Your brows furrowed slightly at the sight of an unknown man leaning against the table. He rested an elbow on the table, his eyes trained on you which made you shift your weight and lightly tug at the hem of your top, adjusting its position to try to cover yourself from the prying eyes of the stranger.

“What's a foxy mama like you doin’ sittin’ here all by yourself? You look like you're ready to be jivin’. C'mon, let me show ya a good time.” The man gives you a wink and steps closer to you. The expression you held didn't seem to be enough to deter him away. “C'mon, don't be playin’ hard to get. A fine piece of ass like that oughtta be down for a piece of this. C'mon, babe. What's it gonna take?”

You feign a fake smile, setting your beer down and gesturing with your head towards the pool table where Logan had just aggressively struck the cue ball against the striped 9 ball. “It's gonna take you gettin’ through him. You're welcome to be my guest, but truthfully, I really wouldn't advise it.”

The man follows your gaze. He let's out a hefty snort of laughter. Something about his body language told you that this wasn't going to end well. “Pffft, you have got to be trippin’. Don't tell me you seriously came here with your Pops. Hey! Hey Pops! You mind if I borrow your daughter here for a quick sec?!” The man calls out over the music towards Logan. You swallow dryly at the death glare that glazed Logan's eyes. His eyes narrowed at the close proximity that this stranger had to you. In that moment, the small crowd of people that had been occupying the pool tables and dartboards had shifted their attention towards you, Logan, and this stranger.

Logan sets the poolstick down across the table. His movements were rigid and deliberate; his eyes never leaving from the stranger as he approached the table you sat at. He reaches in front of the stranger, placing himself in the middle of you and him as he grabs his glass of whiskey and tosses it back with ease. He stands there in silence for a few moments before curling an arm around your shoulders. There's a smug smirk at Logan's lips as he does so, as though daring this fool to say something else. You lean into his embrace, wrapping an arm around his waist after sliding your arm underneath his leather jacket. He arches a brow at the stranger, inclining his head just slightly. You could feel how the muscles along his back and sides tensed and flexed with the movement.

“Perhaps you didn't hear me the first time, Pops. But since you're right here, guess I'll go ‘head and ask ya again. You mind if I steal your daughter away here for a little bit? It's a Saturday night, and she is just lookin’ foxy as hell. And you, well, you look like maybe you can use a night to yourself. Y'know, can go get your jive on.” The stranger very stupidly jokes towards an unfazed Logan. The corners of Logan's mouth pull into a tight smile, causing the corners of his eyes to crinkle slightly as he forces out a hearty laugh. This leads to the stranger and his subsequent group of friends to also erupt into laughter.

“I heard you loud and clear the first time, bub. Either you're incredibly ballsy, or incredibly stupid to ask me the same question twice.” Logan gently pulls away from you to step towards this stranger. Logan towered over the man with ease. “Now…do yourself the favor, and get out of here kid.”

You watched intensely at the exchange between the two. Of the years you've known Logan, never had you ever seen this side of him before. Seeing this side of him had you turned on and wanting more. Judging by the body language on Logan, this wasn't going to end well at all. You slide off the barstool, moving to stand beside Logan. “Lo…just leave this putz be. He's not worth getting riled up over. Besides, we have a game to finish.” You press your body against his arm while rubbing his chest. You could feel the way the muscles of his pectorals rippled and flexed. A groan falls from your lips as the stranger opens his mouth again, and Logan gives you a look worth a thousand words.

“Look, I'm jus’ sayin’, dude. An old man like you can't possibly keep up with a fox like her. So why don't you go back to your little game, an’ let me jus’ take–” Before the stranger can finish his sentence, Logan slugs him across the jaw, followed by kicking the knees out from under the man. You cover your mouth in both shock and amusement as the scene unfolds before you. The stranger is obviously dazed and confused on the ground. Logan snatches him by the scruff of his collar with a menacing snarl.

“Now listen here, bub. I tried to be nice. I did. But you just don't know when to shut the fuck up. Keep your fucking hands and eyes off my girl. Get out of here, you're not worth the fucking time,” Logan threatens, kicking the stranger in the ribs. The poor putz scrambles to get to his feet, tripping on his own feet while shooting a death glare towards Logan. He returns his attention towards you, snaking an arm around your waist to pull you against his body. You knew damn good and well that Logan wasn't one for public displays of affection, but his possessiveness over you turned you on beyond comprehension.

“Someone is getting jealous. He isn't even worth getting riled up over, Lo. Let's just enjoy ourselves while we can.” You say lowly while rubbing his chest. A small smirk tugged at the corners of your lips while you fiddle with the button on his shirt. He could smell the arousal that pooled between your thighs. “Or…we can ditch this place all together.”

“I thought you'd never ask.” He husks under his breath. Inclining his head, he gestures for you to head towards the exit of the club. His eyes were now trained on you as he followed closely behind. Every step he took was calculated, deliberate, and held purpose. Once outside, he shrugs out of his leather jacket to offer it to you as you both approach his motorcycle. “Once we get to the hotel, that ass is mine.”

A high pitched yelp escapes your lips at the sudden sting of his hand colliding against your ass. The spandex pants you wore didn't help one bit. The small layer of fabric didn't provide much protection for your ass. The skin there burned from the initial impact, but you knew you wanted more. You watch as Logan gives you a satisfied smirk while swinging a leg over his motorcycle while he waits for you to get situated behind him. You wrap your arms around his waist, resting your hands near the insides of his thighs. As he kick starts the engine, the vibrations of the rumbling engine made you want to squeeze your thighs together. Once you nod against his back, he revs the engine, speeding out of the parking lot.

The wind whipped through your hair as Logan weaved through the traffic on the streets. The night life was so much different from what you were used to back home. Parts of you wished you could stay in this time, this moment. You pull yourself closer against his back, one of your hands crept closer towards the inseam of his jeans and inching closer towards the ever growing bulge hidden beneath the fabric of his jeans. You eagerly palm his hardening cock through his jeans. A soft ‘fuck’ falls from his lips, only to be swept away in the icy wind of the night. The ride back to the hotel felt like it would never end. Throughout the entire ride, you agonizingly teased him and palmed his throbbing cock to the point the sexual frustration was beyond evident in his eyes. He brings the motorcycle to a screeching halt in the parking lot of the hotel, where he eagerly disentangles himself from your arms.

“You're fucking mine. You've been driving me crazy all fuckin’ night dressed like that.” Logan growls as he stands and pulls you against his chest. His lips crash into yours for a feverent and needy kiss. His hands grips your hips, nails digging into the tender flesh just above the waistband of your pants.

“Then make me yours. I'm all yours.” You breathe into the kiss. The primal growl that came from Logan, rumbled through his entire body. The hunger in his eyes made every fiber in your burn. You needed him to fuck you, to claim you. Using his height and body, he guides you to back up towards the entrance of the hotel. Once you manage to turn your back to him, he's following behind you again like a hungry wolf that's ready to devour you.

Your words drive him over the edge. He fumbles with the key-card to get into the room. His lips and breath are hot and demanding against the hollow of your neck. Once the door is open, you both nearly tumble to the floor in a frenzy of needy touches, kisses, and hands roaming across the spanse of each other's bodies. Logan's hands find their way to the bottom most curves of your ass, hefting you up against his body. Your legs wrap around his waist as he pushes you against the wall in a heated kiss. His teeth scrape against your lower lip, asking for entrance into your mouth. Obeying, your lips part and his tongue eagerly roams and explores the inside of your mouth. The kiss swallows your pitiful and needy moans as you taste Logan. You could still taste the faint remnants of whiskey and cigar on him, but it was intoxicating. Your hands eagerly work away the buttons of his shirt, roaming across his chiseled chest.

He slowly ruts his hips against yours. The friction elicits a heated whimper from you. “Logan, please…” you plead pitifully, raking your nails down his chest.

“Please what?” He growls while sucking on your lower lip. “Use your words.”

“Fuck me, Logan. Fuck me. Make me yours. Ruin me…” Another gasp falls from your lips as you're carried over to the bed, where he roughly sets you down. His lips crash against yours again; his hands grip your hips with a bruising strength before roaming up your body to just below your breasts. His fingers hook the hem of your crop top, pulling the fabric up and over your head and arms. Another moan is pulled from your lips at the rough sensation of his beard against the sensitive skin between the valley of your breasts. His mouth leaves a trail of hot kisses down your chest and abdomen, his tongue dipping into your navel before sinking his teeth harshly into the flesh just above your hip.

“Logan…Oh fuck…” you mewl helplessly as you lean back onto your elbows and kick your shoes off. He merely responds with another primal growl, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your pants and eases them down your thighs, tossing the garments somewhere across the room. Your eyes flutter as he kisses and nips a trail along the inside of your thighs. The scruffiness of his beard scratches at your skin, making you involuntarily try to close your legs, but he growls in protest, curling your legs over his broad shoulders. He locks gazes with you while placing a hungry but chaste kiss over your clothed clit. The dampness of your arousal against your panties grew more with every aching second that passed.

“Keep those legs open. I'm just getting started with you,” he commands through a husk against you. Using two fingers, he tugs your panties to the side to expose your glistening cunt. The hunger in his eyes grew more primal as he eagerly dipped his head into you. His tongue dragging agonizingly slow through your slick folds. His moan vibrates against your clit and quivering pussy as his mouth encases your clit. His tongue draws tight, deliberate circles around your bundle of nerves. He pulls away just enough to grab your panties into his other hand, tearing the flimsy fabric in half and tossing it haphazardly over his shoulder. Your fingers find their way into his hair, gripping tightly and guiding his head back towards your needy cunt.

“Oh fuck…fuck…Logan…” you mewl at the sensation of the heat of his mouth against your clit. Your eyes flutter again as his tongue works you like a puppet. Every flick against your clit sent bolts of electricity through your body. He groans against you at the sensation of your nails digging into his scalp. Without warning, he plunges two thick fingers into your sopping pussy, earning a pleasurably pained squeal from you. A soft whimper escapes you as he pulls his fingers out, only to ram them into you again, this time deeper. Your walls flutter around his fingers, signaling to him to slowly fuck his fingers in and out of your needy cunt while he continued to eat you out. Soon enough, the room is filled with the squelching sounds of your pussy being ravaged by Logan.

With every pump, twist, and curl of his fingers, the fire in your belly grew hotter and hotter. You began to instinctively grind your hips onto his fingers and mouth. The harshness of the stubble on his chin left your legs trembling. With every flutter of your walls, Logan worked his fingers deeper into you, curling them upwards against your g-spot. The sensation makes your vision go white for a split second as you beg for him to do it again. He flicks his tongue against your clit in rhythm with the way he fucked his fingers deeply into you. This was enough to make the coil in your stomach become harder to control. Your thighs began to tremble and shake, the walls of your pussy convulsing as your orgasm grew nearer.

“L-Logan! Oh fuck!” You cry out helplessly as the first wave of your orgasm rocks through your body. He pulls his fingers out, your squelching orgasm following right behind. There's a dark chuckle that rumbles in his chest as he eagerly laps up your orgasm. Your legs tremble uncontrollably as you try to push him away. The sinful sounds of your squirting orgasm splashing against his chin and onto the floor fills the room. You cover your mouth to muffle the squeal that is pulled from deep within your chest. With every panting breath, your chest rises and falls, gasping for air.

“Fuck…you're doing so well. So good. I'm not finished with you.” He spoke gruffly. You lift your head to gaze at him. His chin, throat, and chest all glistened with remnants of your orgasm. His hair was a disheveled mess; his shirt bunched up and wrinkled around his waist. You swallow thickly at the prominent bulge in his jeans. He makes quick work of unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it somewhere across the room. His eyes drank in your form, dragging across the curves of your body. “Turn over. Hands and knees. Now.”

Just as you turn to get onto your hands knees as commanded, you hear the familiar clink of his belt buckle falling against the floor. After kicking off his jeans and boxers, he kneels behind you, swiping his fingers through your pussy once again. You grip the sheets in your fists at the sensation of him slowly dragging the head of his cock through your slick folds. Lining himself up properly, he slams into you, snapping his hips and burying his entire length inside of your sopping cunt. He snakes an arm around you, his hand finding your throat, digging his thumb and index into your pulse. He leans into you, forcing your knees deeper into the mattress as his chest presses against your back.

“When I'm finished with you, no other man is gonna lay his eyes on you. Everyone is gonna know just who you belong to.” He husks against the shell of your ear, earning a needy whimper from you. As he sits back up onto his knees, he drags his nails down your throat and chest, across your abdomen, and up onto your hip. He sinks his thumbs into the dimples just above the crest of your hips, pulling out of you, only to slam into again. His movements are forceful, powerful, and deliberate. Each snap of his hips rocks your entire body.

The grip he used to hold onto you with was bound to leave bruises, but you didn't care. You wanted him to mark you as his own, to claim you, to ruin you for any other man. Small, pitiful squeaky moans escape you with every thrust that rocks through your body. The room is soon filled with the sounds of the bed creaking, mixing into the symphony of pitiful squeaks and moans that Logan is able to force out of you, and the sinful sounds of skin colliding against skin. You pant raggedly, gripping the sheets tightly and biting onto the corner of a pillow as tears pricked the corners of your eyes.

He drags a calloused hand up the length of your spine, stopping at the nape of your neck, where his fingers become entangled into your hair. He tugs harshly, pulling your head away from the pillow, your mouth falls open into a small ‘o’, a symphony of broken profanities fall from your lips. You manage to catch a glimpse of him from over your shoulder. The veins in his arms bulged slightly under his skin, small beads of sweat decorated his chest in a slick sheen of moisture that made his skin glisten in the pale moonlight. His hips snap against your, hitching forward as he grinds his cock deep into your sweet, tight, pussy.

“Fuck…you feel so good on my cock. You're taking me so well. Look at you…fucking beautiful.” He husks while leaning down to kiss and bite the back of your shoulder. His canines sank deep into your flesh, threatening to draw blood. You cry out helplessly at the searing pain. Hot blood pricks at your skin; the pain is soothed at the sensation of Logan's tongue tracing the rapidly bruising skin with his tongue. A shaky whimper falls from your lips as he pulls out, resting on his knees. “Turn over. Wanna see that pretty face while I fuck a baby into that tight, little pussy.”

Your legs felt like jello beneath you. He releases your hair, grabbing onto your hips to help roll you onto your back. His eyes rake over your body, snarling grin as he licked his lips. Your blood still fresh on his tongue; the metallic taste drove him wild. You weren't sure what came over Logan, but you wanted everything he had in store for you. Cupping a hand under one of your knees, he hikes it up onto his hip, placing his other hand on the mattress next to your head as he buries his entire girthy length into you again. Your eyes flutter at the sensation of being filled by him again. Your chest rose and fell with every gulp of air you tried to suck down while he fucked you into the mattress. Small grunts and growls fell from his lips, mixed in with small words of praise towards you.

You curl your legs around his waist, pushing him in deeper. This encourages him to lean over you completely, his forehead pressed against yours. His dog tags dangle carelessly around his neck, swinging with every hitch and snap of his hips against yours. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you pull him into a needy and breathy kiss. Your tongues meet in a flurry of passion, allowing you to taste the remnants of your orgasm on his breath. His hand finds its way back to your throat; his fingers digging into your pulse and making your head spin at the sudden lack of oxygen. Your eyes flutter as a familiar coil begins to twist in your stomach. Within seconds it's impossible to hold back. Your walls flutter and contract around his cock as your second orgasm surges through your body, blurring your vision.

“Oh fuck. Such a messy girl. So fucking messy.” He groans against your lips. Slowly, he moves his head to the valley between your breasts. His breath is hot and needy; his tongue swirls around the tender bud of one of your nipples before sucking it into his mouth. Your back arches upwards into him at the sensation. His hand slides down your side and onto your other breast. The roughness of his hand felt heavenly on your silky smooth skin as he massaged your breast, rolling and pinching your nipple between his thumb and index finger, earning a high pitched squeal from you.

Within moments, he switches the positions of his hand and mouth. Your nipples grow hard and achy at the attention. Your thighs quiver and tremble around his waist. You knew there was no way you could last much longer. Every fiber in your body felt ablaze as you chanted his name like a sinful prayer while your eyes flutter. Gripping his hair, you eagerly pull his head from your aching breasts. A string of saliva being the only thing still connected between his demanding mouth and your aching nipple.

“Lo…fuck…please…” You pant, unable to form a coherent sentence. The coil developing in your abdomen was growing tighter. There was born possible way you could cum for a third time, but the hungry look in Logan's eyes said everything his mouth didn't. The way his hips stuttered against yours, you knew that he was getting close to his orgasm as well.

“Fuck…M’close too…gonna fill you up, pretty girl.” He growls, gripping the headboard in his fist until his knuckles turned white. You drag your nails down his back, digging your heels into the back of his thighs. Your walls clench around him tightly, sending him over the edge. You gasp as his claws sink into both the mattress and the wall as he paints the inside of your quivering cunt white. The searing warmth of his cum fills and warms you straight to the core. Your nails sink deep into the flesh of his shoulders as your third orgasm wrecks your body, filling the room in squelching sounds.

His hips slow against yours, slowly coming to a stop as he pants heavily against your shoulder. Your legs slowly fall from his waist, trembling uncontrollably from the overstimulation. A small ‘fuck’ comes from his lips as he lifts his head to gaze down at you. Once you both come down from your highs, he retracts his claws and pulls you into a tight embrace, tenderly caressing your arms and back.

“Fuck…did I hurt you? Shit…” He peppers your cheeks in tender kisses as he cradles you. His thumb tenderly caresses the bruising and bleeding bite mark he left on the back of your shoulder. “I got too carried away…”

“Ssshhh….it's okay. I…I liked it…” You assure him and rub his chest. He presses a tender kiss to the crown of your head as he stands up, still cradling you on his arms and walking with you to the bathroom for a much needed hot bath.

“Still though…I got too carried away, bub. Way too carried away…” It was the closest to an apology you'd probably get out of him, but you were satisfied with that. He let's you lay against his chest in the hot water, his thumbs drawing small circles on your hips. You lean into the crook of his chest, sighing contentedly while pressing a chaste kiss over his heart.

“I love you, Logan…”

“I love you too…”

I’m Amira from Gaza🍉, and my campaign is on the verge of stopping. I have lost everything: my father, my home, my university, and my job. I urgently need your help by donating or sharing my story so it can reach the world💔🙏.

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I'm sorry I'm seeing this so late. Everybody lets try to help!!!

Harder.

Word count: less than 500

Warnings: spanking, nsfw, smut, calls reader “baby”, dom!choguesung, sub!reader, fingering, mdni!!!

Smack

“Say it again, baby”

You whimper helplessly over Guesung’s knee, feeling exposed as the cool air touches your aching wet pussy.

“G-Guesung-”

Smack

“Oh!” you moan, biting your lip as you squeal when he slots his rough long fingers in your hole, becoming red when you hear the dirty sounds fill the room.

You grasp onto the fabric of his pants, begging him as your pussy continues to clench pathetically.

“Please-”

Guesung comes to pull you from over his knee so you face him directly. You quiver at the way he looks at you with his hands still inside, working circles and making you whine with ecstasy.

Finally, you give in, owning up to what you reader wanted him to do.

“Spank me harder” you let out.

Guesung’s lips form into a smile, crashing his lips to yours and loving the way you scratch and crawl against his bare chest.

so.. I am still learning about myself as a person, and I have recently made some realizations, either through my own self-reflection or through the help of observations of my lovely little following here <3 :

I am or can be dom. but I’ve realized that it’s dom, in a more…caring?? way. soft dom, if you will.

obviously, dom can very much so be caring but,

there’s something about…

“Come here, sweetheart. You’re going to lay right fucking here and just relax. You’re going to rest your legs on my shoulders and I’m going to hold you down by wrapping my arms around your thighs and holding your hips, and I’m going to eat your pretty pussy until you can’t. fucking. take it.”

something about,

“You’re going to be good, aren’t you? You’re going to take all the pleasure I can give you. You don’t have to worry about whether you can take it or not- you can. And you will. You can shake. You can whimper. You can moan louder than you have before. You can be breathless and unable to open your eyes, what with them rolling back into your head in pleasure. That’s what we want, isn’t it?”

just…thinking out loud here.

have a good day <3

JEALOUSY

PAIRING :: bang chan x afab!reader

GENRE :: smut, pinch of angst (blink and you'll miss it), established relationship, porn with little plot

WORD COUNT :: 1.3k

WARNINGS :: soft pleasure dom!chan, over-stim, multiple orgasms, praise kink, light dumbification, hickeys/marking, crying. multiple positions, nicknames, my twist on possessive!chan >:)(?), let me know if i missed anything !

SYNOPSIS ::  "jealousy is fear that someone can take you from me and that's impossible."

MASTERLIST | TAGLIST

"does that feel good, pretty?" chan purrs into your calf before kissing it, stroking slow and deep into your cunt and sighing out when you clench down on him again. "i can't believe you were jealous of that girl," he mutters with a small frown. the room is filled with the sound of chan's thighs lightly slapping against yours, your previous releases staining the sheets below you and sticking to his skin. his lower half is drenched in it, marking him and making him shiny under the moon's light.

he had you on your back 30 minutes ago, legs pressed to your chest as he stroked his cock between your folds and paid attention to your clit. he refused to slide inside you until you came twice, kissing you as you begged him to get on with it, and left hickeys and bite marks on your neck and collarbones. being trapped between him and the bed with your nipples rubbing against his chest as he moaned and sweet-talked you right in your ear had your head spinning.

he had your hands pinned above your head with one hand while his other hand pressed your hips into the mattress to keep you still. each glide of his cock made you shiver, your orgasm sneaking up on you right in the middle of his rambles. "there's a good girl," he groaned, watching you ride out your high. "cum for me some more, okay?" he said sweetly, kissing your cheek as you kept going, over-stimming your clit as he pressed down harder. this man was going to be the death of you. 

your second orgasm came when he slid into you with no warning in one thrust. you groaned so loudly, eyes rolling into the back of your head from being so full. chan moaned in surprise, not expecting to accidentally thrust inside you, forcing himself not to come as you clenched down on him. he leaned back on his haunches, moving his hands to one leg, and started to grind inside you to prolong your orgasm. 

minutes later, he has repositioned you onto your side. sliding one of your legs underneath him and holding one leg over his shoulder was the position you were currently in as you pressed your face into the sheets, moaning his name as he thrust deep into you before pulling out slowly. keeping the same torturous pace that was making you lose your mind. you throw your head back with a low whine as he grinds into you, making you gush and roll your eyes back. "that girl has nothing on you, i'd give you anything."

ah, yes. the reason you were currently getting your entire lower anatomy rearranged and couldn't remember your last name, let alone the first. you and chris had been invited out by your friends to some random house party, as it was the only weekend everyone's schedules properly aligned. getting all dressed up and pumped to go, taking pre-game shots with the group, you were excited for a nice night out. that went out the window about 2 hours in when some random girl decided to test her luck and try and hit on your long-term boyfriend.

she even went as far as to say that she didn't care that he was in a relationship as you were walking up to them and could very clearly hear them. chan immediately shut it down before you could say or do anything, but it still left a bad taste in your mouth and in a sour mood. you told chan the truth when he asked and he decided that it wasn't okay, so he took you home straight after. your friends were all smiles and teasing remarks about you two leaving early to go home. "they're leaving to do anything but sleep!" jisung laughed but ended up being so unequivocally right. 

you felt your mind melt out of your ears as chan kept the same pace, your cunt clenching up and you whimpering when his cock kisses your cervix. your body was kept in a state of perpetual sensitivity so that even the slight grind he did was enough to pull noises on you. "you sound so sweet when you’re cumming, baby." you whine at his words, feeling his tongue drag against the back of your calf as he stretched out your leg, biting it when he fills you back up.

"channie!" you practically squeal when his hand wanders down to your clit, just pressing down softly. "there we go, was wondering where my pretty girl's voice had gone. talk to me, baby?" you couldn't even get your thoughts straight enough to really speak to him, all you could do was whine his name over and over again. "i can feel your stomach starting to tense, do you want to cum again?" you furiously nod into the sheets, "yes, please pl-please channie-" you cut off into a whine.

chan slowly started to rub your clit into circles, matching the pace of his thrusts and sinking your body into more pleasure. "you don't have to beg me, lovely. cum whenever you want," chan encourages, squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his head back when your orgasm rolls over you again. "love when this pussy when she cums around me," he groans out loud as your body trembles from your third orgasm.

chan finally starts to speed up in the middle of our orgasm, watching with low hooded eyes as he prolongs your body again. you don't know how much of this you can take. "ch- channie pl-please," you mewl, body unable to come down from your high. "no begging, i mean it," chan rasps breathily, hugging your leg as he starts to pound into your g-spot. your jaw drops open and you really squeal this time, taking a hand to push against his abdomen and the other to pull at the headboard to pull away.

chan immediately catches and stops his movements to grab at both of your hands, spreading you out and using your hands as leverage. "don't run from me, baby. I'm trying to remind you of something," he explains with a grunt as you try to tug away, tears welling in your eyes at the continued onslaught of pleasure to your body as he continues.

even at this angle, he does his best to aim for your g-spot and pound into it with nowhere for you to go. you mumble his name over and over, chan groaning when he sees a tear roll down your face as you moan out. "good girl. keep cumming for me, okay?" he purrs, groaning at how wet you are and turning his gaze to your gushing cunt.

"you have to understand something, sweets," he starts, slowing down to give you a reprieve after a couple of moments. "i don't like jealousy. it means you think someone can take me from you. that i'd leave you and this pretty pussy for someone else." your body shudders as he pulls out, only whimpering when you're flipped onto your stomach, a pillow stuffed under your hips.

you tense as you feel chan press against your entrance again, sliding in you slowly and pulling a groan from both of you, "as if i would ever leave, you are too precious to leave," he says into your ear as he settles in you. your hands claw at the sheets before chan grabs at them, holding them tightly. he kisses your cheek and forehead before resting his own in your hair, "gotta remind you that i'm yours, sweetheart. no one else's, channie promises," he softly promises before starting to thrust again.

you babble into the sheets below you, completely cock-drunk as he whispers, "i'll spoil you rotten if that means you'll believe me, honey."

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need to suck on arts big fat boobs. i want him to watch me suck on his pink perky nipple and squeezing the other peck and he’s biting his lip because you look so fucking desperate. eyes shut and moaning softly on it. he holds you in his big arms and presses you into him. you suck them raw and sensitive, and he rubs his hard cock up and down your thigh.

“i’m so hard,” he says softly, not urging you to do anything about it but letting you know,”you suck my nipples so good. make me so hard.”

“mmm.”

“daddy loves you. you know that don’t you?”

“love you daddy. love you.”

plummie im gonna cum i wanna nurse on him 😣😣😣 know his tight pink nipples are so sensitive and licking and sucking on them make him moan so pretty. he goes MAD with how horny he is like humping up into your pussy - he wants to be inside you so bad but he wants you to have your fill - do what you want to daddy's body, baby, its all yours.

and its not like you dont want daddy to fill you - s'just hard to focus when you're bouncing on it - feeling him rub up against you, though, you get all sticky and messy down there - just as needy as he is - "baby," he gasps. holding the back of your head, not pressinf or pulling you away - just holding you, cupping you gently - "you're giving daddy so much attention - shit - "

you hum and lick a circle around his hard nipple. roll it around your tongue - his fingers twitch in your hair. you pull back just a little, "d'you like it?" so close your lips brush his stiff peak.

his dick throbs. fuck. you look up at him so sweetly.

"y-yeah." he strokes his hand over your cheek, brushes a thumb over your bottom lip. "this little mouth -" he pushes the digit in, watches how your lips close around it. his own mouth parts as he fucks his thumb in and out, in and out, in and out. "- god, you're so good."

you pop off his thumb - "can you sit me on your cock now? wanna feel you."

he closes his eyes. breathes in. jesus fucking christ.

LOVE LANGUAGE

pairing: jung wooyoung x choi san x fem! reader

word count: 2,8k

tags: smut but the fluffiest (still, mdni!), slice of life, comfort, non idol au, polyamorous relationship (woosan x reader), fingering, begging, sooo much praise, dirty talk, suggestive language, nicknames (baby, princess, darling, good girl, sweetheart...), just the three of them being stupidly in love <3

synopsis: after a long, tiring day at work, all you want to do is come home to your boyfriends and cuddle with them. Of course they fulfill your wish, but with something more. A little surprise for you.

| a/n: I know all the smut one shots or drabbles I’ve written have the same tags. it’s just that I can’t bring myself to write idk something more hardcore? ㅠㅅㅠ I just write whatever comes to my head but with my preferences, which is vanilla sex essentially with a looot of nicknames and praise. next time I’ll try to do something a bit rougher and more passionate. ♡

You’re having a hard day.

You’ve already lost count of how long your boss has been talking to you, reminding you how much he hates mistakes in a company like his. His eyebrows furrowed together as a sign of frustration. You’ve honestly forgotten what you had originally started talking about. The more the man continued speaking, the more entangled you became with his words. After being scolded by your superior, you sit down in your desk chair and take a sip of your already lukewarm coffee. A gesture of disgust curves your lips

You sigh, leaning back in your seat. It’s too much to bear for it being eight-thirty in the morning, you repeatedly think about how much you want to yell at your boss to fuck off. He’s had you like this for weeks, busy with projects that don’t even concern you, but rather the other team his stepdaughter is on.

Of course, he wouldn’t make her work like he makes you work. Baggy eyes? In her lover’s daughter's eyes? Over his dead body. Your blood boiled every time you scanned her carefully every time she entered a room, almost always surrounded by three girls who followed her like fans, more like stalkers you think, smiling as if she was a celebrity, while you were trapped at your desk, doing her job.

You remember that time when you deigned to complain to your boss about this situation. “You get paid to work, not to complain. Go back to your desk” were the only words he said to you. Choking with all your strength the desire to suffocate him with your own hands, you replied with a “Yes, sir” with your hurt pride held high.

At some point in the morning, Miss Everybody-loves-me walks by your desk, her finger pressing to the surface of it as it runs over it, collecting dust particles from her fingertips. In her other hand resting her Starbucks drink.

“New project?” She says, showing a row of white, perfectly arranged teeth.

You shake your head, “It's the same one from the other day,” You reply, “Yesterday.” A tone of annoyance highlighted in your voice.

She nods repeatedly as if she understands you, as if she is being empathetic with you. Hypocrite. “My bad. I really thought you’d have it ready by today. You know, because the executive meeting is tomorrow and—.”

“Yes,” You say loudly. Of course you already know that you have to have it ready for tomorrow, it’s for that same reason that you haven’t been sleeping properly the last few days. Because you’re busy doing the work of the bitch who was in front of you, talking to you, “Yes, yes. I already know that piece of information. Thank you.”

“Just stopping by to remind you.” A giggle slips past her lips, the desire to want to smack her growing bigger and bigger, “Keep up the good work! Bye.”

She presses her longest fingers against her lips and then peels them away, sending you a flying kiss. You’re grateful she left, you can’t hold back the urge to finally shut her up with a good smack on that stupid smile of hers. A low “shit” escapes your lips as you watch her turn around and face your desk again, still not leaving you alone. “Oh, by the way. I hope you liked the coffee. Before I left my place, I saw that there was still that cup of coffee that I hadn't finished a few days ago. Four days have passed? I don’t know, nor do I remember. Anyway, bye.”

You finally watch as her anatomy disappears as she walks further. You turn and bitterly scan the coffee mug resting on a small oak table not too far from you. Your fingers hold the mug’s handle and throw it right into the trash. You want to scream at this exact moment, and the only way you find to relieve your miserable morning anger a little is to scream into the sleeve of your blazer.

The morning passes with difficulty and you smile for the first time today when you take a quick look at your watch and realize there are only two minutes left until you finish your workday. You had successfully completed the project and its presentation for the meeting you have the next day. At least your day was productive—after all.

Those are the longest two minutes of your life, but when they are finally over, you almost run towards the exit of the large building in which you’ve spent almost eleven hours of your day locked up.

In the blink of an eye, you’re already parking your car in the garage of the apartment where you live with your other two boyfriends. You know they were already home, probably cooking, watching a movie, or playing. As usual.

In about five minutes you’re already inserting your key, the sound of the locks and their mechanism working correctly to unlock the door being the only thing you could hear. Once the door is wide open, you cross the threshold and kick off your heels which have trapped your feet from a long day at work. You feel like you’re floating when you finally touch the warm floor of your apartment, and you trudge to your room, finding San leaning against the bed’s headboard, smiling at finally seeing you after a long day. A book resting on his right palm and his glasses decorating his beautiful face. The sigh that leaves your lips is inevitable. A soft smile is placed on your lips.

“Sannie.” You murmur, your arms outstretched for him to wrap you in a hug as you walk towards him.

“My love,” he crawls to the edge of the bed where he reciprocates your hug.

Your cheek resting against his flat chest, his hand gently caressing your hair. Through your nostrils, you can perceive the combination of that lavender shampoo you bought him a few months ago and soap. He smells so good, you thought to yourself. Him cooing at you like you were a baby is an image you want to keep in your head forever. You swear you can give into his arms as the tiredness starts affecting you.

You manage to hear the sound of a door opening. Then you turn round and find your other lover, Wooyoung, his hand drying his damp hair with the help of a small towel. However, you can’t see him, because your eyes have closed involuntarily while you enjoyed San's loving hug.

His eyes shine when he sees your figure. “There’s my girl.” He approaches you and San. His lips make contact with your other cheek.

Finally separating from San, they can ask you how your day was.

You sigh to look them in the eyes. “Terrible. Everything was so overwhelming today.” You pause, “Too much paperwork, too much.” You repeat it a second time, this time even more exhausted.

“Mm,” San murmurs, “Do you want to talk about that?”

“Not really. I just want—”

Wooyoung interrupts you to say, “Did that bitch have anything to do with it?” He says referring to Bora.

A loud gasp leaves your lips as you remember that she’s also been part of your day, “You have no idea what she did to me today,” You tell him what happened with your coffee. A soft giggle comes from San, the same person you just denied wanting to talk about your day.

“That bitch. How dare she?” San lets out an annoyed ‘mhm’ when he hears him speak. Your chivalrous San never uses that kind of insult to refer to women. He never actually insults women, “What? She deserves it. Look what she did to your girl today!”

“Our.” You correct him, a smile decorating his lips as he hears you say that.

“Yes, that. Ours.” You cup his chin and pull him to your lips to place a kiss on his cheek. His smile growing even bigger as San shakes his head at him.

A sigh leaves your lips, “To be honest, I just want to take a bath in the tub.”

“With bubbles?”

“And massages?” San adds after Wooyoung.

You can’t contain your smile, your boys’ hearts melting at the sight of you, “You guys want to bathe me? Really?”

“As if we haven’t seen you naked already,” Wooyoung speaks, your palm crashing against his side in a poor attempt to hide your embarrassment.

Your boyfriends guide you to their spacious bathroom. San heading to the bathtub while Wooyoung rummages through the drawers, looking for the bubbles he mentioned to you a few minutes ago. Your body collapses in slow motion against the cold porcelain of the tub, San holding you securely in his arms like a baby.

“You’re home now. You don’t have to worry about anything else, okay?” He places a quick kiss on your forehead, “Let us take care of the rest.”

Tiredness barely allows you to give him one of those smiles that your boyfriend falls in love with so much, “Found ’em!” You turn to meet Wooyoung with a victorious smile on his lips.

It takes several minutes for the tub to fill almost completely. When it does, Wooyoung undresses in a flash and climbs into the bathtub, keeping you company. San was still sitting behind you on the wide edge, his hands working your scalp so you don’t even have to worry about washing your hair.

You hum under his touch, your body gradually relaxing. Meanwhile, Wooyoung starts putting bath bombs of your favorite scents. The delicious aroma of vanilla and coconut invading your senses.

You feel San’s laborious hands leave your hair and subtly dry it with a towel. Now his hands move down to focus on your shoulders, his fingers exerting gentle pressure against your skin. Again, you hum as you felt him work that area.

“We know how hard you work every day. And how hard you try, and we love you so much for that.” You’ve already lost count of how many kisses San has pressed against your forehead, “That’s why we want to take care of you,” He paused briefly, “Tonight and always.”

A genuine smile forms on your lips. You really had no idea what you’d done to deserve two great boyfriends, so caring and affectionate. Your love for them can’t be described in words and neither can theirs for you. You melt after hearing their words, only being able to utter a soft ‘thank you’, hoping they understand that that ‘thank you’ was much more than the meaning of the word itself.

Wooyoung’s hand brushing against your skin as it goes down is what takes you away from the sweet words of the man behind you, his eyes never disconnecting from your gaze. You finally understand the way your boyfriends want to pamper you. And you’re not against their intentions at all.

“Just relax, my love.” Wooyoung whispers, “I’ll make you feel so good.”

Heat flushes through you as he drags his hand even lower, your legs unconsciously opening a little more, your cheeks turning a cute red. You hum when his fingers caress your folds softly, leaning your head against San’s forearm.

“Young-ah,” His name is nothing more than a simple breath of air in the silent bathroom, “Please.”

“What is it, princess?” San’s low voice resonates inside your ears, “Tell us what you want.”

“P-please,” You beg, “Touch me.”

“I am touching you, love.”

You let out a minimal desperate pant. “Come on. Don’t tease, Woo”

“I’m not teasing, babe. I’m just doing want you’re telling me to do, aren’t I?” He scoffs. Your hips slightly rocking against his hand looking for some friction.

You let out a long sigh and with that your last trace of bashfulness, “Please. Put your fingers inside me, Woo. Please.” You give him your best doe-eyes, you know it worked when he emits a 'fuck' under his breath. 

Wooyoung dips his middle finger into your heat, the sound of your stickiness being drowned out by the warm water, how wet your cunt is being a secret between your boyfriend and his fingers. Thanks to the habit of doing this almost every week, he now knows where to touch, when to increase his pace, and above all, how to drive you crazy with just his long phalanges.

You don’t know when your eyes closed, but you know it was because of the satisfaction that was overtaking you. You unconsciously raise your hips in an attempt to get his fingers even deeper into you. 

For a moment you think San was enjoying the view in front of him with fierce eyes, hungry for you. You imagine him lightly pumping his cock behind you, a sight for sore eyes.

That is until you feel a pair of hands rest on your breasts, skilled fingers touching your nipples, varying in a pattern of touching and pinching them.

“I’m—” You can’t even formulate a coherent word, everything just being overwhelming in a good way, a very good way. 

Wooyoung hits the soft, right spot and you tremble beneath him, your back arching beautifully. Your lips vocalize a precious moan, “Wooyoung, baby. Don't stop.”

“Fuck, your moans are so pretty,” San says as he reclines and attaches his lips to the side of your neck, leaving cute lovebites that will surely turn purple by tomorrow morning. You’ll have to take care of that, but later. Right now you’re trying to hold onto the last piece of sanity you have left.

“Definitely our favorite sound,” Wooyoung replies, his fingers pumping into you faster, “Are you close, my love? Gonna cum on my fingers?”

His husky voice just pushes you even closer to the edge, “Yes, yes!” San sucks sharply in the right place as you cum. A long moan leaves your lips as you tremble beneath Wooyoung, him helping you ride your orgasm the best way possible.

Your eyes shut the moment you come. A few seconds later, you feel movement in the waters, as if someone has left and entered again. You think it’s Wooyoung, who came out to get a towel and dry you off, but when you feel a hand, different from the one that had been touching you until a few seconds ago, caressing your inner thighs you open your eyes meeting San’s.

“Hi, beautiful.” He admires your blissed-out expression for a moment, “Can you give us another one?”

You whimper, trying to hold yourself together, “I-I don’t know, Sannie,” You try to say “no” since you’re still sensitive and kind of overstimulated, but you just don’t want to admit it. Somehow you turn to your shy self again. It only lasts a few seconds though. His fingers make their way into your arousal and a hot, loud moan escapes from your lips.

He starts pumping his fingers into you at a fast pace, barely bearable for you. His movements cause you pleasure and pain at the same time, after all, you haven’t fully recovered from your previous orgasm and your boyfriend is already pushing you toward the abyss of pleasure again.

“Oh, princess,” He murmurs with the sweetest voice, “You’re being such a good girl for us.”

Wooyoung now is occupying the sit San was in, behind you. He reclines and murmurs right into your ear, “Come for us, darling. Just let it go. We’ve got you.” His voice is so unrecognizable, so fucking deep.

Your visual field begins to be covered by small black dots that get bigger and smaller, overstimulation causing this effect. Your body trembles in a sudden rush of heat, finally releasing into the now lukewarm water with a loud, long moan that sounds more like a cry. The small tears caused by pleasure slide beautifully down your cheek, dripping down your chin and mingling in the water. Your body feeling as if a fresh wave of water has washed over it.

“Mm,” San starts, “The only bad thing about doing this in the tub is that I can’t taste you, but honestly seeing your face as you come undone for us is more than enough.” He presses a kiss against your slightly open lips. Your blissed-out gaze making them fall even more in love with you.

“I... I love you both, so much. Thank you for doing this for me.”

“You deserve to be loved and pampered for everything you do for yourself and us every day. You’re amazing and we’re so proud of you.” Wooyoung mentions.

If you had the strength to cry right now, you would. However, sleep is taking you over so you can only mutter, “You both mean everything to me.”

You really have no idea when you fell asleep, but it’s okay. You know perfectly well that your boyfriends are going to set everything up and snuggle you in bed.

Wooyoung watches as San sees you with all the tenderness in the world. He was about to tease him saying that he was going to scare you if he kept looking at you so intensely, when he heard a cute, low snore.

“Did she fall asleep?” Wooyoung asks.

“Like an angel.” San replies, still admiring you.

“Well, let’s get her into a pair of pijamas so we can cuddle with her in bed.”

They both dry themselves off before taking you out of the tub. Seeing you so adorable and soundly asleep makes them share one of those looks of theirs. 

Yes, they have a big, painful boner with no relief, but tonight was all about you, so they decided to put their needs aside and focus on you and making you feel good, loved and important. Because you are, because they’re willing to give their lives for you if they had to. 

Because you’re their everything and they love you more than the word itself could mean. 

maybe something about jealous patrick? i think that would be interesting

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Currently sitting in a random shitty hotel room with two sweaty men was not the most ideal thing to do at night, or at all for that matter. Patrick had begged you to hang out with him tonight as you two had not had time to see each other lately as he’s been busy with his tennis career.

Patrick gets up to go shower with a small mumbled “be back in a bit baby.” Then closing the door to the bathroom before you hear the water turn on.

You and art sit awkwardly together, your sprawled out on the bed as art comes to lay next to you. “Soo…how are things with you and Patrick?” He mumbles, almost as if he’s scared of Patrick hearing you guys talking.

“Fine.” You smiled shyly, not really used to speaking to art. You and him had talked before many times but always with Patrick around to help wind you down if you ever got too far ahead of yourself.

- 10 minutes pass -

You and art had started to get along more and you finally came out of your shell, asking him questions about their tennis matches and other things along the lines of this.

Patrick comes out in just a towel hung low around his hips and your eyes widen slightly before catching yourself and whining “Patrick..you’re gonna get the floor all wet..!”

He completely ignores your words when he sees you and art sitting close to one another.

“What’s this huh? You two seem realll close…” he says while he walks up to you both slowly, art slowly sliding away which meant you were left with Patrick standing over you.

“Nothing.” You stammered out, suddenly feeling shy as he looks you up and down.

“Yeah? Doesn’t seem like nothing? Seems like you two might be almost flirting?” He mocks and you quickly shake your head before he tuts. “Bad response…bet you were huh?”

Art butts in “cmon man we were just talk-“ he is quickly silenced with a glare from Patrick. The water trickles down his body slowly as he leans down on to your eye level.

He grabs your chin when your avoid his gaze “look at me. No No.. not at him. Hey look at me baby.” And you obey with a slight tremble of the lips.

He smirks and pulls back as you and art let out a sigh of relief thinking he’s done but he’s far from it.

Your suddenly are picked up and thrown on to the bed with your ass in the air, pulling your panties to the side as you whine “Patrick..”

“Shush… listen. Here’s what’s gonna happen. I’m gonna fuck you and you’re gonna make as much noise as you like baby while art watches okay?” When you turn your head to face art with wide eyes and a trembling lip he smacks your ass before rubbing the sore flesh that slowly is turning red. “And if I’m feeling nice enough then maybe I’ll let art watch” he mumbles out as he plunges two fingers into your heat and feels you clench around them.

“Oh fuck, getting off on this aren’t you? Such a dirty slut.” He says as he beckons art over.

“Cmon then…come watch.” He mumbles as art makes his way over. He grabs his jaw to make him face you before he curls the fingers inside you and hitting that good spot.

Getting railed to the point I go nonverbal, the only noise I'm making are little whimpered uh uh uh's. They notice and in between rough thrusts gently ask me if I'm doing okay, so I reach my hand up to tap their arm twice. They smile at me in recognition and praise me before pulling my hips into their lap and going even harder.

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k-pop multi

warnings: she’s vanilla everybody, lingerie, you & your bub are newly engaged and so in love, nipple love, body worship

L says: if you saw this piece before, no you didn’t hehe! i thought it would be more suited for a multi piece! the names at the end are my suggestions, but can work for whoever you desire!

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The pale pink satin nightgown that decorated all the right places of your figure fitted you like a glove.

Removing your pearl earrings and your new favourite ring by the vanity, you glanced at the mirror that was positioned in front of you. The light from the hallway spilled into the bedroom, a particular silhouette against the door frame.

He was removing the last cufflink from his shirt so he could ease out of his formalwear for the night.

Your body ached a little in fatigue, in need for some sort method of relaxation. Perhaps you had overdone it earlier when you two were celebrating your engagement party. The memory was somewhat a blur; memories of you and your fiancé making the rounds to all of your guests, dancing in a way you shouldn't have in front of colleagues, downing his glass of champagne...

You couldn't help it, you were on cloud nine.

The undergarment had been something that you would say was kept hidden from him for later. You couldn't remember where or who you had received it from, but it sure was pretty.

Perhaps it had been a gift that you had treated yourself with a while back, for an anniversary night.

You loved the way the hem was so delicate to touch, made only of the softest white lace you had ever set your eyes on.

Running your hands upwards, you felt the cool satin touch the tips of your warm fingers. You forgot there were little transparent sections just below your breasts that were nearly hidden beside the large white bow.

The way you touched yourself innocently only attracted him towards you even more.

"You look beautiful," Your fiancé said, intertwining his longer fingers with yours, his chest pressed right up against your back. The two of you looked at how perfect you were in the mirror before he gently massaged your side. "Is this all for me, baby?"

You sighed so dreamily in response for him that you wanted to fall completely into his embrace. Even his voice alone made your insides do all sorts of things.

Resting your head contently against his large chest, he guided the both of you to your shared bed. It looked so tempting, the perfect place for you two to be together.

You let him do all the work as he pulled down the thin straps of the nightgown one by one. The feeling of your breasts free in the cool air made you shiver in delight.

With one hand on your inner thigh, he rubbed his thumb from his other hand on the swelling bud of your left nipple. You hummed in response to the slightest touch he had made, just as desperate as he was.

"Look at you," He marvelled in between butterfly kisses he was placing on the valley of your chest. "Your mesmerising body, your beautiful breasts... I'm so lucky that you'll be all mine."

He then placed his warm mouth on one of the sensitive little buttons; flicking his tongue, licking it and sucking on it. You mewled for him to continue with this ultimate pleasure you were feeling.

You surrendered, giving all of your body to him. "Mhm, honey~" You arched your back desperately so he could cover even more of you with his mouth.

Hands grasped onto the bedsheets by your sides as he continued to kiss you in so many places blissfully. You couldn't even move your hands from your sides to entangle your hands through his hair, it was always so pleasurable with him.

Then lips attaching to yours. Warm, soft, somewhat cool, but inviting. Your body ached in what you could only imagine was to come, already becoming undone by his lips alone.

Pulling out of the kiss, you let your hands do what they usually did against his face; run against the defined cheekbones. Such beauty, and he was all yours.

"Wanna be good for you," You kissed his nose sweetly, and then again. "I love you so much, darling, just want to be perfect for you like you are to me. Wanna make you feel good, too."

The love in his eyes was somewhat unreadable. You knew it was love, but something else was there that had your heart racing.

With his breath a little heavy, the prominent bulge in his pants, the way his eyes lay on nothing else but your own…

He was the one.

"You don't need to do anything, sweetheart. You're already perfect to me. Just let me show you how much I love you."

jaeyoon, bang chan, jake, HYUNJAE, jaehyun, JENO, taeyang, JOSHUA, JAY, heeseung, juyeon, kun

What to do if you suddenly find yourself homeless

FOOD

Find your nearest food bank or mission, for food

grocery stores with free samples, bakeries + stores with day-old bread

different fast food outlets have cheaper food and will generally let you hang out for a while.

some dollar stores carry food like cans of beans or fruit

SHELTER

Sleeping at beaches during the day is a good way to avoid suspicion and harassment

sleep with your bag strapped to you, so someone can’t steal it

Some churches offer short term residence

Find your nearest homeless shelter

Look for places that are open to the public

A large dumpster near a wall can often be moved so that flipping up the lids creates an angled shelter to stay dry

HYGIENE

A membership to the YMCA is usually only 10$, which has a shower, and sometimes laundry machines and lockers.

Public libraries have bathrooms you can use

Dollar stores carry low-end soaps and deodorant etc.

Wet wipes are all purpose and a life saver

Local beaches, go for a quick swim

Some truck stops have showers you can pay for

Staying clean is the best way to prevent disease, and potentially get a job to get back on your feet

Pack 7 pairs of socks/undies, 2 outfits, and one hooded rain jacket

OTHER

first aid kit

 sunscreen

 a travel alarm clock or watch

 mylar emergency blanket

 a backpack is a must

 downgrade your cellphone to a pay as you go with top-up cards

 sleeping bag

 travel kit of toothbrush, hair brush/comb, mirror

 swiss army knife

 can opener

soppy w/ mingi

“mwah,” mingi announces loudly as he presses a sloppy kiss to your cheek. then a second, and a third, both with the over the top sound effect. you can’t help the way it leaves you giggling. mingi can’t help the way the sound only makes him tug you closer to him.

“what, you think i’m funny?” he teases, voice deep in your ear. his breath tickles against your neck leaving you wriggling in his grasp. fucking adorable, he thinks to yourself as he blows out a long stream of air against the sensitive skin. it only makes you giggle and squirm more, and mingi feels like his heart is beating so fast in his chest that it might burst free at any second. he can almost feel it clawing at the walls of his chest, desperately trying to get closer to you; you’re who it really belongs to after all.

he knew it from the day he saw you in that cafe. you looked so soft in that fuzzy white jumper that you hadn’t even realised you’d dropped your coffee on. the stain on the pretty fabric only made you cuter, and he just couldn’t hold himself back from stumbling his way towards you with his textbook dopey smile. looking back on it, it was kind of weird the way he just sat down across from you and told you his name. it’s even weirder that you somehow found him charming enough to go on a date with. he really should give you a talk about stranger danger…

“mingi, you’re tickling me,” you squeal between your bouts of giggles. he just blows another jet of air onto you in response. your laughter lights up the room like a bajillion fairy lights; it’s magical, and mingi would do anything to hear it forever, “get off me you clingy giant!”

he lets you wriggle free, watching as you stumble out of his grasp and turn to him with a bright smile. so pretty, so sweet, and you’re all his. the way you put your hands up into tiny little fists is adorable. when you fake swing at him, more pretty sounds of glee falling from your lips, he can’t hide his own grin. the fact that you can’t move fast enough to escape him as he catches your furled up fists in his own has him melting. fuck, he’s such a lucky guy.

“i asked you a question, baby,” he coos, tugging you closer to his chest. you gladly let yourself be pulled into him, bumping your forehead against his broad chest once it’s close enough to do so. the fists that hold yours let go, travelling to your face instead. he holds your cheeks like your face is the most precious thing in the world—to mingi it might as well be—and uses then to tilt your gaze up to meet his own, “do you think my love for you is funny?”

his tone is laced with teasing undertones, barely hidden by the overwhelming amount of love that spills from his mouth when he speaks to you. it bathes you in warmth, feeling like a warm cup of cocoa on a cold winter’s day. rich and heavenly, enveloping you in a soft blanket of comfort. you find yourself struggling to speak, a lump of pure adoration getting caught in your throat. you swallow it down before reaching up to press a peck to his lips.

“you’re always funny, mingi,” you coo at him. it feels so natural when your arms wrap around his waist to pull him impossibly close, your chin finding purchase against his chest. “it’s one of the many things i love about you.”

he scoffs, letting out a fake gag.

“that’s so soppy and gross,” he chuckles, as he returns the peck you gave him seconds prior. “i love you too.”

eating pussy from behind needs more appreciation if you ask me ! yeah, having a girl sitting on your face or with her legs folded over her chest is nice but nothing tops watching a lady with her back arched and face squished on the sheets, pretty pussy dripping down on her plush inner thighs and cute butt wiggling for your hands to grope it ! squeezing my face between her legs feels like heaven, with the tip of my nose rubbing on her pulsing hole and my tongue lapping between her folds— don’t even get me started on how it’s the perfect position for her to grind back on my face, while she babbles but it’s muffled with the sheets. so so dirty. you can also grip her hips if she tries to run away from your mouth sucking her aching clit, saying it’s too much. just spank her ass and tell her to say her safe word or just shut up and take what you give her… jesus, i’m getting horny.

How We Live In Tokyo

Genre: Smut, TFATF: Tokyo Drift AU!

Word Count: 5.8k

Pairings: street racer Matz!Hwa x street racer fem! reader

Summary: You were notoriously once known as the drift princess, but now you're Hwa's girl. In attempt to reclaim your title, you race, pissing off Seonghwa in the process. You are also Hwa's number one cheerleader.

Warnings: Hwa comes off as a meanie during certain parts, VERY minimal description of reader, Hongjoong openly flirts with reader (his bffs girl...), Hwa confesses, possessive Hwa, weed use, high sex, manhandling, ruined orgasm, oral m+f receiving, eating it through the panties..., lots of spit, spanking, mentions of Hongjoong fucking you by Hwa, Hwa is low-key into it, choking, just rough asf, reader cries during sex, deepthroating, creampie (unprotected sex asf), use of sir like once, basically Seonghwa fucks you stupid, very minimal subspace by reader, aftercare

A/N: She's here, for my first smut after a while it's not too shabby. I'm an over thinker so I kept reviewing and editing just making sure I was happy with the final product. Also I based the reader's car off Suki's pink car in 2003 movie, just cause I thought it'd be perfect for her. I hope you guys enjoy this Hwa as much as I did!

“Ready! Set! GO!” You swing the red cloth in your hand down, the cars beside you rev noisily. Smoke from the tire burnout goes up in the air engulfing you in a heavy cloud, and just like that the first racers of tonight were off. This was one of your favorite parts of the night life in Tokyo, the races. You never intended to become a car girl, but after a couple flings here and there got you into nighttime racing, the rush and thrill it brought you was simply euphoric. The crowd cheers loudly, flip phones out recording and taking pictures, you jump in the air waving your hands cheering over the loud music and screams. 

While everyone was focused on the race at hand your eyes scanned the scenery for the only man that mattered to you, however he was nowhere in sight. You walked over to your pink Supra S2000 and leaned against the door. Your manicured hand ran over the sleek paint, you smiled at how smooth the finish felt beneath your fingertips. This car was your baby, everything was thought out and hand picked. Rolling around in a ride like your own had never made you feel anything less than superior. You were also Hwa’s girl and that in itself said enough. 

As if manifested by thought, the loud exhaust causes heads to turn, the familiar midnight blue body and chrome accents on the 350Z were unmistakable. Your eyes lingered on the white lettered decal spelling ‘MATZ’ on the upper windshield, you smirked slightly as he pulled up next to you. People cheered when Hwa stepped out, clad in a long fur coat and a muscle tee underneath, he looked delectable. Despite the layers, the large letters in black ink decorating his neck were perfectly on display. 

He greets his racing partner Hongjoong and the notorious KQ Fellaz who had also built an impeccable reputation amongst the Tokyo racing scene. He smiles at you as soon as he spots you. The glimmer of his grills catch the fluorescent lights of the crowded parking garage. “Hey.” He grumbles lowly in your ear, pulling you into him and pressing a searing kiss on your glossy lips. He looked down at you, long strands of raven black hair falling over his eyes. “You look good babe.” He compliments, long fingers coming up to tap on the hoops that were slightly hidden behind the layers of your hair. You smiled up at him, your legs suddenly feeling like jelly under his stare. 

The arm wrapped around your shoulder drops as he turns around to look at the S2000 you were resting your weight on. He walks around it, a singular hand running over the paint. He lifts the hood up, whistling when he sees the engine, “V8 is looking good babe.” He closes the hood after admiring, “Thanks, can’t wait to take her out on a spin tonight.” At your words Hwa’s face drops, his small grin being replaced by a disapproving expression. “Not tonight baby.” You huff in annoyance, see before you and Hwa had gotten together, you were one of the best female racers in this particular part of Tokyo. Every Friday night you’d come out to the streets and race against other girls and even guys. More often than not you’d end up winning. Slowly, you built up a reputation for yourself, even earning the nickname ‘drift princess’ in the process. But that was before Hwa came in and dethroned all the top racers and drifters, ending your streak as well. Eventually, you fell for him, and while he looked stoic and rude on the outside he was a sweetie behind closed doors. His charm was all you needed to become enthralled in him, needless to say you became his princess; you were Hwa’s girl as everyone knew. You ate that title up every single time, however, the singular con about being his one and only was that in fear of you getting hurt, Seonghwa didn’t let you race anymore, not against the good ones at least. He’d always let you go against the newbies, those who were still getting the hang of the Tokyo streets and drifts. 

“Seonghwa.” You begin in a begging tone, but he put his ring clad hand up, silencing you. You rolled your eyes, brooding against the Barbie pink car that was begging for a race. You watched as he went back to where Hongjoong stood conversing in a group.

A frown replaces the big smile you had just minutes ago.

You look around, hoping to find someone that’d wanna take you up on a race, even if Seonghwa had said no. Majority of the seasoned drivers were men, and due to their fragile egos, they wouldn’t dare race against you in fear that you might actually beat them and they’d never be able to live it down. 

You huff in annoyance, and pull your car door open, slipping into the pink leather seats. Your mini skirt is short enough that you feel the cool leather against the plumpness of your ass. You shake your own tan fur coat off, flipping your long hair over your shoulder to give your moistened skin some air. Rummaging through your glove compartment filled with body spray and lipgloss, you pull out a roll of bubble gum, shoving a fat piece in your mouth.

As you reapply gloss and fix your hair in the mirror a female voice catches your attention, “hey,” you looked up at your friend who was polishing the car door just a few minutes ago. She nods in the direction of Matz.

Your eyes turn into slivers when you see 2 girls chatting with Seonghwa and Hongjoong. Hongjoong has his arm around the slimmer girl, he gives her a cheshire cat like smile and you could almost see her swoon, but that’s not who you were worried about. Seonghwa, is leaning against his car, arms crossed, talking to the girl in front of him. Her dainty hand comes up to touch the fur sleeve of his coat, she says something with a big smile that causes Hwa to cackle loudly. She wears a low cut halter top and a mini skirt slightly longer than yours, but the expanse of her legs made it look like a belt around her waist. 

You rolled your eyes and stepped out of the car. You walk over to them, a big smile adorning your face, “hey baby.” You say in a sultry voice, your hand comes up Hwa’s arm and you proceed, “Who’s our new friend?” You turn to look at her, popping the pink bubble gum in your mouth. 

You can audibly hear Hwa sigh, he leans into your ear so only you can hear, “play nice.” He whispers, his cold hand resting against the warm skin of your waist. You continue to look at her, and she smirks, “who are you?” You chuckle loudly at her words, catching the attention of the people that were around. Seonghwa lets out an airy laugh looking back at Hongjoong as if to say ‘are you seeing this right now’ to which his best friend just raises his eyebrows and chuckles, fully invested in the face off. “I’m his girlfriend. Who are you?” People are starting to gather around, you step closer to her and feel Hwa’s hand squeeze your side as a warning but you ignore him. There’s a look of realization in her eyes and her face relaxes, “ahh,” she starts, “you must be the so-called drift princess.” Her faux friendly expression drops into a stoic one, “Where I’m from there are no nicknames. You’re either good or absolute shit.” She spits. 

Your heart hammers in your chest but you ignore it, “Is that a threat? Cause I bet you I can give you a run for your money.” At this point you’re so close to her you can see the glitter lining the underside of her eye. “If I lose, I’ll leave but if I win…” She pauses momentarily, looking behind you at Seonghwa, who stands arms crossed against his car, a serious look adorning his pretty features. He hated where this was going. “If I win I’ll have him.” You chuckle and so does Hwa, making the girl in front of you cock an eyebrow up in confusion at his reaction. “I hope you pick something else.” You say shifting your weight from one leg to the other. Her eyes wander to your right, “oof didn’t think the puppy had a designated owner but that’s fine. I’ll take your car.” People around you gasp and ‘ooh’ at her request. When you tongue your cheek, she feigns a pout knowing she’d hit the spot. “Deal, see you in 10.” She whips around and walks off somewhere. 

Before you can take a step, Seonghwa grabs your arm tightly, spinning you around to face him. “You must be out of your fucking mind. You bet off the car you’ve worked so fucking hard on?” He scoffs, his tongue pressed against his cheek in annoyance, “you’re fucking unbelievable.” He groans, your arms cross at your chest, resting underneath your tits, causing Seonghwa to glance down for a split second. “Oh but if it was you it’d make it okay?” You leave him with his words in his mouth, walking away before he even got the chance to get a syllable out.

Hongjoong laughs loudly at your attitude and Seonghwa’s distress, he slaps his friends back in amusement. “She’s giving you a run for your money huh Hwa?” He says. The annoyed man shoots his blonde friend a glare, resting his hands on his hips he throws his head back and huffs out a breath. 

You stand on standby waiting to get the okay from your girls as they check your car before the race. Your teeth toy with your bottom lip, nervousness settling in your tummy.

You hop in your ride and turn it on, the loud engine causing people to whistle. You might’ve been old to the game but the pre race jitters were very much real. Your opponent on the other hand seemed relaxed. Your hands are clammy on the wheel but with deep breaths you manage to bring the bile rising up your throat down. Hwa stands front row and you can see him through your windshield, he stares at you before whispering something to Yunho who was part of the KQ Fellaz. The tall and slender man draws his eyes to you as Seonghwa is in his ear, and he nods agreeing with whatever your boyfriend was saying. Hwa finishes and stands still in his spot, his jaw ticks, clearly upset at what was about to happen in just mere seconds. 

A girl in low rise jeans and a skimpy top comes between both cars, your foot presses on the gas, your car sputtering loudly. “Ready! Set! GO!” The pretty girl lifts her hand up and just like that your foot slams onto the pedal. You feel it before you see it as you zoom down the spacious garage. With your opponent already a couple feet ahead of you, your heart hammers in your chest, body running on pure adrenaline.

A tight turn is up ahead and you maneuver the wheel and use the e-brake to perfectly drift around until you’re heading straight again. She on the other hand turns slightly too wide slowing her down by a couple of seconds allowing you to zoom past her. The girl is hot on your ass but you keep her at bay not allowing her to get the upper hand. Her pretty face contorts in frustration as she struggles to make any moves. 

This is when you start to relax and it’s like you had never stopped racing. Your mind becomes so aware of your surroundings and what you were feeling. From the way your new wheels felt smooth on the cement, to the low vibrations shaking through you; this was euphoria. 

Your eyebrows knit together in pure concentration as you accelerate. You hit another tight turn, performing the drift that many struggled with effortlessly. Right before the parking garage ramp that spirals upward into the main street, you keep going straight. With a heavy foot you press on the gas, giving it all you got, you can see the exit of the garage and the final drift that everyone always anticipated. 

As you neared it you turned the wheel and pulled on the e-brake, successfully drifting up the ramp till you made it out, the hoard of people eagerly waiting. At the sight of the pink lights adorning the underside of your car, Seonghwa relaxes. You had fucking done it. Your wheels skid loudly as you slow down to park your car.

People high five you and jump on the hood celebrating what had basically been your comeback after so long. You hopped out the car, pulling your slutty skirt down and jumping on Hwa. His hands wrap around your waist, stuffing his face into your neck, taking in your sweet perfume. “Good job baby.” He whispers in that deep voice of his. “You’re so fucking hot you know that?” He says pulling you into a sloppy kiss. The girl who had raced you parks her car and hops out storming over to you. “That wasn’t fair.” She argues, “you are either good or absolute shit.” You shrug, reciting her words back to her. She grits her teeth and storms off, disappearing into the mass of people. You feign a pout and roll your eyes. As people start to head back down into the garage, Seonghwa pulls you into him. “Bad girl.” His words shoot straight to your pussy, a heat wave rolling over your body.

Another Friday rolls around, it'd been precisely one week since you won your first race back. It was already 11 PM but the streets of Tokyo were calling your name. Tonight’s outfit consisted of a low rise pleated miniskirt and a long sleeve crop top. You looked in the mirror, enjoying how your belly button jewelry dangled and glimmered under the warm lights of your room. Tonight would be special since Matz had gotten challenged by two random guys who wanted to claim territory. If there was one thing you loved to do on a night that Hwa would be racing was look pretty and sit like a good girl in the passenger seat of his car while he raced. I’ll be there soon baby, you sent Hwa a message through your pink flip phone hoping that he wouldn’t be too distracted to read it. 

Singular strands of your hair stick to your glossy lips as you cruise down the somewhat empty roads, the wind blows through your hair and you sing along quietly to the Nelly Furtado CD Hwa had gifted you. It wasn’t long before you were pulling up into the infamous garage. If there were alot of people last Friday, they had tripled today, of course just for Matz. You pulled into the spot next to Hwa, your loud exhaust catching his attention. He went from talking with Hongjoong to looking at you. He smiled at your car, still not over how perfectly the pink decked out car suited you. 

You killed the engine and hopped out, already feeling the eyes running over the expanse of your body, Hongjoong and Hwa included. If there was one thing about Hongjoong was that he did not care. Yes, Seonghwa was his best buddy, but he made sure to let Seonghwa know just how delectable you were with no shame. Still, in other ways he was respectful of his best friend’s relationship but he loved to take peeks anytime he could. 

You walk over to your boyfriend who instead of the iconic big fur coat wore baggy cargos and a muscle tee, his arms on full display. “Hey baby.” You say pressing a kiss on his cheek, you smile at the slight residue of your lips on his cheek. He grabs your chin and kisses you, you try to pull back but the suffocating grip on your face keeps you in place. His tongue toys with yours, and he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth before letting go with a final bite. When you pull away he grins at your flushed face and how he had basically eaten all the lip gloss off. 

“Hey Hongjoong.” You pant loudly, greeting the other man who had seen the entire exchange in front of him, he nods his head up at you, “drift princess has made a comeback huh?” He teases, you nod sheepishly. “Maybe next time you’ll take me up on a race?” You ask with big eyes and he smiles, “is that a challenge?” He asks, cocking his brow up, “of course.” He lets out an airy laugh, “that’s if Hwa lets you.” He teases, before walking towards his car. You turn to look back at Hwa who’s grip has tightened around you.

“Hongjoong is up first. Are you gonna be a good girl and cheer for him baby?” Seonghwa says leaning down so you could hear him. You nod and clap excitedly when you see Hongjoong’s car by the start line. As soon as Hongjoong takes off you and Seonghwa run towards the finish line, you both wait, watching through the small flip phone screens as people document the race. You cheer loudly when you notice Hongjoong’s car is ahead. In no time he is skidding up the ramp, drifting into the big pit. He had won! Hwa claps and whistles loudly at his partner's success, now it was up to him to win the second one to maintain the best of the best title. 

You follow your boyfriend down to the garage and hop into the 350Z, you inhale the fresh car scent mixed with his cologne. “Ready baby?” You ask him, he grips your hand and kisses it, “always.” 

Hongjoong peers in through the passenger side window, you buckle in as he talks to his best friend, paying no mind to what they were discussing. When he finishes he taps the edge of the window and sends you his infamous cheeky smile and a wink. 

You sit quietly, sucking in a breath and getting ready for the ride. Hwa exits the garage, and that’s when it becomes too real. One thing about Seonghwa was that he always preferred racing in the streets rather than the garage that almost every race took place in. You place a hand over your chest, feeling your blood pumping muscle thrumming beneath your fingers. At the sound of you sucking in another sharp breath Seonghwa turns his gaze to you. “Scared?” He asks, a teasing smirk playing at his lips. You purse your lips swallowing thickly, nodding. “It’s usually more dangerous Hwa, I hate when you do this.” You say, voice barely above a whisper. 

“Dangerous…” He scoffs, “That’s what I said last week when you raced and you still went against my word. So, sit, look pretty and hold on tight or get the fuck out.” He had gotten you there, regardless, there was no way to ever argue with Park Seonghwa. So, you shut your mouth up and look down at your fiddling hands.

The starter is another girl, she swings her bra up in the air and when it drops Seonghwa takes off. The g-force alone pulls you back into the seat, your hands grip the door handle and your seat, ironically your fear only grew. He hollers loudly already having a great advantage to his opponent, your body turns with the car as he drifts. You stared at his pretty features, his perfect skin and long nose bridge accompanied by his pink and plump lips. He’s too busy looking for the guy through his mirrors to really pay attention to anything else, the air blows violently into the car, your hair a mess now. The longer you sit in the car, the more you start to relax, the cool breeze in your face relieving your anxiety. 

Seonghwa startles you when he grumbles loudly, he hits the steering wheel out of frustration, his opponent had passed him. You weren’t too familiar with the path Hwa was taking, perhaps racing here once or twice before and if you remembered correctly he was more than halfway done. 

“Hold on!” He yells, he presses the red button beneath his thumb, immediately you are pulled back from the sudden acceleration. His 350Z zoomed by the guy in the other car and already you could see where the finish line was. Hwa keeps the man at bay as he rides his ass. As if it were clockwork the crowd of people disperse to make room for the infamous Park Seonghwa. He crosses the threshold into the pit of people, the car coming to a noisy stop. He cheers and you cheer along with him “I fucking love you.” He yells, you feel everything go in slow motion at that moment, the faces of the people cheering him on outside become a blur, it almost felt like you had ascended. “W-what?” you say in confusion, “I fucking love you. I am in love with you.” He says, smiling widely at you. 

Like a tradition, people hit the roof and hood of the car congratulating him on another victory. He pulls you into a heated kiss and when you pull away you lean into his ear. “I love you too Hwa.” He hops out of the car and you follow suit, instantly, he wraps his arms around you and lifts you up. Hongjoong comes up and gives him a hug, “we are still the best of the fucking best.” Hwa’s best friend yells.

The rest of the night you had spent velcroed to Seonghwa’s side, celebrating the win and watching other races go on. By 2am you were ready to call it a night. That's when Hwa pulls you aside, “wanna spend the night?” He asks tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear. You nod eagerly, “we can get high and do whatever we want.” He whispers only for you to hear. His hands softly caress yours. “I’ll see you there baby.”

The drive to Matz’s garage is about 10 minutes, you pull in and park in the spot Seonghwa had reserved for just you.

The garage was Seonghwa’s and Hongjoong’s working space, it was scattered with car parts as well as half built vehicles. You stepped out of your pink mobile and headed up the metal stairs, your boots stomping loudly, sending vibrations up the railing. Hwa stands at the door and lets you in.

You stepped into the warm apartment, fully expecting Hongjoong to be there but instead it's quiet. “Where’s Joong?” You wonder, not wanting to impose on his personal space and most definitely not wanting him there if you and Hwa got to it. “Found some girl at the race tonight so he won’t be here.” 

As always Hwa hands you an oversized shirt, it was a routine any time you stayed at his. Given that your clothes weren’t always the most comfortable, he’d always have an oversized tee on deck just for you. You strip in front of him, already feeling his gaze burning holes into your supple skin. You sigh gleefully at the feeling of the tight clothes being off your body. 

Seonghwa sparks the blunt, his slender fingers bring it up to his lips, he takes a long drag and hands it to you. “I don’t know if I should.” You say quietly, weed just wasn’t your thing like it was Hwa’s. “It’s indica this time baby. You’re here with me, it’ll be okay.” You take the burning blunt from him and raise it up to your lips, praying that you wouldn’t end up panicking like the first time you had smoked with him. Your eyes close softly, as the smoke rushes into your lungs, affecting all your senses.

You hold the smoke in for a couple seconds, handing it back to your lover. Seonghwa takes 2 long hits, relaxing into the couch you two were on. Your eyes linger on  him, you could see his eyes drooping slightly from the marijuana. His limbs are loosely splayed on the couch, blunt hanging loosely between his pointer and thumb. Without much thought you reach for the burning plant and take another hit, that was enough to have you feeling like you were melting into the couch. You didn’t know how, but Hwa always managed to finish the blunt, this time was no different. 

“I’m pretty high right now.” He mumbles thoughtlessly slouching down even further. As the minutes tick by you feel yourself get more and more intoxicated. You felt tingles run up and down your arms and legs and your eyes felt heavy. Seonghwa drapes his fluffy blanket over the both of you when he notices your body starting to shiver. Normally, you’d be freaking out but for some reason you felt fine, just high. Seonghwa lays his head on your lap, eyes on the TV. You looked down at him watching his eyes slowly blink as he focused on Finding Nemo. The chills had subsided, if anything you felt warm now, even warmer as you felt Hwa’s hand trailing up and down your bare thigh. 

He grins slightly when he feels your thighs twitch beneath him. He kept this up for what felt like ages, never getting close to where you really needed him. Seonghwa shifts down, the full weight of his head now resting on your left thigh. You lean your head back on the couch when he runs his hand between your legs this time. He fully reaches your hot heat. “H-Hwa…” You whimper weakly, you pout when he looks up at you. He sits up, one leg pulled in and the other one resting on the floor. He presses his lips against yours, his hands gripping your face. Nothing was neat about the kiss, it was filled with hunger and lust. His spit coats your chin now and you moan when his tongue snakes between your parted lips. He roughly pulls you onto his lap, large hands going directly to rest on your ass. You pulled away momentarily, to mumble a quick “I love you Hwa.” He pauses his actions, fingers brushing messy hair strands away from your face, “I love you too baby.”

Seonghwa grunts when you grind down forcefully on him, he pushes you off him roughly, and drags you into his room. You bask in his sheets, his scent completely engulfing you, you felt like you were drowning in him. “Been wanting to fuck you ever since I saw you in that stupid slutty outfit of yours.” He tugs his shirt off you. Immediately his lips latch onto one of your buds while his free hand toys with your other tit. You felt like you were floating and in a way he felt so far yet so close. All your senses were on overdrive thanks to the weed. “Seonghwa please.” His hands wrap around the back of your knees to flip you onto your belly, 

His hand comes down heavy on your plush ass. Hwa smiles sinisterly at the red hand print forming, he feels himself twitch in his pants. He delivers a couple more slaps, “don’t think I have forgotten how you’ve been flirting with Hongjoong.” You lift your head up to protest but he shoves you back down and you let out a yelp. “What a slut. My best friend? Really?” He grits out as he works on the button of his pants.

You can’t push down the tears that sting your eyes, despite his words you knew he knew you’d only ever pick him, he just wanted to pick on you. 

You rest tummy down one cheek pressed against the mattress, “Hongjoongie keeps messing wi-.” You’re cut off by Hwa’s hand landing on your already abused skin. “Don’t try to make it his fault.” He grits, leaning his torso to get closer to your ear, “but honestly if I was him I’d wanna wreck you too.” A wave of arousal crashes over your body, shooting straight south. 

 Hwa pauses, watching the way your thighs pressed together. You sniffle, tears rolling freely now out of frustration. “Are you fucking crying?” Seonghwa says brushing your hair away from your eyes. He scoffs, “no way you’re fucking crying.” Seonghwa clicks his tongue in disapproval.

“It’s okay baby, maybe one day I’ll feel nice and let him fuck you too. Would you like that?” He teases, flipping you back onto your back. You shake your head ‘no’. He spreads your legs open and toys with your sensitive bud that your panties outline. “No? Because you’re soaked right now.” Without slipping the dampened undergarment  off he leans down and flattens his tongue against your cunt, soiling the fabric even further with his spit. 

Hwa works his long tongue languidly against you making you writhe in his grasp. “H-hwa.” You moan attempting to shove your hips against his face. The grip he has around your thighs prevents you from doing so. He presses harder against you and loosens his grip allowing you to fuck yourself on his pretty face. You groan, involuntarily grinding against him desperately trying to chase your high. “Cum baby cum.” He sounds muffled, the weed heightening every sensation has you teetering on the brink of your orgasm rather quickly. Right before you fall over the edge he pulls away; waves of what could've been your orgasm roll through you but fade as quickly as they came leaving you unsatisfied. 

You groan in annoyance, tears pooling in your eyes yet again. “You’re leaking from both ends now, that’s new.” Seonghwa says as he cups your chin, he leans down so his droopy eyes are directly in front of your teary ones. “There's no reason to cry so stop before I give a reason to.” His words make the tears actually roll down your face this time and he grins at the sight.

He flips you back onto your belly, “all fours baby.” As high as you were, you did your best to move into the requested position, your limbs moving slowly due to your impaired motor skills. He pulls your underwear down, sniffling slightly. You can feel his cockhead prodding at your sopping hole, you whine, wiggling your hips back against him. His large hands come to your shoulder blades to hold you down while he pushes in. You gasp at the intrusion, the stretch so delicious you squirm back to get more. “Stay still.” he grumbles annoyingly. He fucks into you hard, his hips being unforgiven against the globes of your ass. You keep shifting to which Seonghwa stops and places a hand on your lower back to deepen your arch. “Don’t move.” He keeps you there, his thrusts are deep and forceful, hitting that spongy spot deliciously. 

Your mouth is agape but there’s no sound coming out. “God- fuck Hwa,” you pant, tongue lolling out of your mouth and your eyes rolling back to your skull. “Feels good huh baby” He grunts, his own pants and groans filling the room, “so fucking perfect- you’re perfect.” He whines desperately, rutting into your wet pussy, you fight for air, your gasps sounding high pitched every time you sucked in air. 

He pulls out, “Get up quickly.” He commands, grabbing you by the arm, he manhandles you on your knees. “Open.” Your mouth drops open, tongue out ready for whatever he had to give you. Seonghwa wastes no time shoving his cock down your throat. You relax as much as you can, spit pooling in your mouth and falling onto your chest in thick ropes. Through the slits of your eyes you can see Seonghwa looking down on you with heavy eyes, the ‘Matz’ scribbled across his neck stretching beautifully as he throws his head back. Spit bubbles at the corners of your mouth and he grabs your head and shoves his dick desperately as far as he could until you are fighting to pull away.

You push back, resting your ass on your heels, fighting to catch your breath. “Good fucking girl baby. Cmon get up so I can’t fuck my load into you.” Hwa says, slightly out of breath. You lay back on the bed, hips hanging slightly off the bed, he slips right back in. Your spit mixed with your wetness, allows his cock to enter your walls smoothly. Your back arches off the bed as he fucks you hard, his hands push down on your waist once more to pin you down. 

The fat head of his cock hits your spot again. Everything feels far away now, but your orgasm is fast approaching. “You’re fucked d-dumb aren’t you. Does my dick do that to you?” He asks, his tongue running over his pink lips, “look at you can’t even fucking answer me.” Seonghwa’s hand wraps around your throat tightly while his free one toys with your clit, stimulating you to the brink of your orgasm, a couple more strokes and your legs begin quaking on his shoulders, “Fuck Hwa, sir too muc- I can’t.” You cry out, bringing your arms that suddenly feel so heavy to push him off but instead he wraps his hands around your wrists and presses them into the bed, “it’s o-okay baby. I’m almost there.” Sweat drops are now falling on you. He slows down his thrusts, he grinds himself into your cervix that sends him over the edge. His hips still and he groans loudly emptying his load into you. You whine, weakly trying to get him off, but still relishing in your postorgasmic bliss. He pulls out watching the way you weakly curl into yourself, his spunk seeping out of you and he can't help but smirk. 

“Don’t float away from me yet baby.” He says tapping your cheek. He slips the same shirt you had on earlier over your head and wipes you down. Slipping on some sweats and an old shirt he tucks himself in bed with you. Your eyes are now closed, the cloudiness of your high slowly dissipating but still, you felt exhausted. You slowly blinked, now realizing that Hwa had turned off the lights and you sleepily admired the way the neon purple lights from the signs outside illuminated the room.

“Hwa?” You ask into the darkness. “Hm?” He responds, not moving from his spot, “I might’ve agreed to another race next weekend.” You say sheepishly, he rolls his eyes in the dark, and you can feel the disappointment and annoyance radiating off him, “you’re in big trouble.”

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cw: afab reader, voyeurism, tashi and you make out while you get pounded, weird amalgamation of dehumanization/objectification/pet play, subby!art coded, spit roasting at the end, slight overstimulation, bizarre orgy vibes, mean dom!tashi to everyone but you <3, implied breeding/creampie kink, canon typical mind games, tashi sits in the cuck chair /j, implied romantic feelings but no mention of established romantic relationships, slight mxm, clit stimulation, one use of “mommy”

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“Round 4 will be the last one, alright? Get ready, baby.”

You take deep breaths, clutching onto Patrick’s wrist. You lock eyes with Tashi, feeling syrupy sweet deep in your gut. She grins and unbuttons the top buttons of her shirt, leaving you three to your own devices for now.

The stretch of Patrick’s cock stings and burns a little but Art nipping at your hip bones helps distract you. Patrick pants against the nape of your neck, you feel so divinely tight he thinks he’s died and gone to heaven.

He keeps his voice low so Tashi can’t hear him, “Fuck-you feel incredible, i’d kill for this pussy, you know that.”

“Hook your arm around their neck, good boy.” Tashi instructs Patrick, leaning back in the hotel chair and palming her pussy at the sight in front of her.

“Yes, ma’am.” He swiftly calls back, acting like he hadn’t said anything to you at all.

Patrick has you in a headlock, pummeling his cock in and out of your pussy with reckless abandon. Art is beneath the two of you, suckling on your clit like it’s a nipple he’s trying to get milk out of. He licks where you’re stretched around Patrick, drawing groans from you both and a chuckle from Tashi.

“Be a good dog and lap them up, okay? I’d hate to have to take away your toy privileges.” She sneers, sliding her damp underwear to the side and stroking her slit.

The “toy” in the equation isn't you.

You’re dead to the world, eyes bulging out of their sockets and nails trying to rip the white sheet to shreds. Your head and tits rock back and forth with Patrick’s thrusts, already on the brink of your fourth orgasm. You try to scream that you can’t take anymore, but you wanna make Tashi proud so you shut up.

“ ‘s so good…” Art hums into your mound, pecking little kisses onto it here and there.

His sounds are muffled but the vibrations send your eyes to the back of your head. The chair in the corner of the room creaks as Tashi gets up, and the second you lift your head and open your eyes, she’s smiling down at you with all the warmth she doesn’t give the men pleasing you. This isn’t about them, it never was.

“Patrick’s so big, Tashi-he’s unggggh-he’s gonna kill me!” You whine, desperately pawing at her clothed breasts.

She coos and pulls her blouse up, bringing your hands to cup her tits and keeping them there, “Baby you know he’s not, this pussy can take a beating. I’d only give you the best toys.”

You nod wordlessly, pouting your lips. She gets the message and claims your lips in a searing kiss, luxuriating in the slick slide of your lips. She loves to make it messy, getting spit all over your mouths and letting it drip on the bed.

Art mewls and flicks your clit, trying to get your attention. You feel bad and try to pull away from Tashi, but she yanks you back into the kiss and bites your lip as a punishment. You hiccup into her mouth, startled when Patrick starts jackhammering into you.

Tashi typically has them alternate, but Art prefere to bury his face between your thighs and Patricks likes to play with fire by cumming inside your sore cunt. He doesn’t speak as much as Art does, but sometimes he holds Tashi stare as you two make out. They’ll have to retire from Tashi’s “employment” eventually, and they’ll be taking you with them when they do. All games of keep away end.

Patrick traces letters and shapes on the glistening skin of your sweaty back, sloppy hearts and ‘ I - L - O - V - E - Y - O - U ‘ s.

You gasp and wrench yourself back to breathe. Art flattens his tongue and licks broad stripes over your labia. He nuzzles his nose into you, stopping to pant and take in your smell. He may be delusional, but he’s convinced that every part of you is so sweet. He honest to God can’t get enough, he’d lie in a puddle at your feet if you wanted him too.

Sometimes you feel torn when you fall into bed with your lovers. You’re too soft to be like Tashi, but that exact softness is exactly why you can’t handle being away from her for too long. Maybe you’ve fallen under her spell just like all the rest, but she puts her career on the line to prove how special you are.

Patrick pulls you up to rest your back against your chest. You let your head fall onto his shoulder and you moan when he adjusts the angle of his thrusts to rub against your cervix repeatedly. He wasn’t like this when the evening started, Patrick only roughens you up when you’ve been thoroughly run through and can take it with a dopey smile and glazed eyes.

“Keep going, it’s okay- want it-want you.” You cry out to Patrick, reaching down to caress his hip.

He smiles and licks your cheek, complying with your request.

Art grins up at you with his eyes, mouthing ‘That’s my angel, only for us.’ into the flesh of your inner thigh. He moves to Patrick balls and takes them into his mouth, bobbing them up and down with his tongue. Patrick moans as Art laves his balls in saliva. Art lets them fall out of his mouth, curling his tongue around the inches peeking out of your pussy and hollowing his cheeks out.

“Shit! Stop, ‘m gonna cum!” Patrick hisses through his teeth.

He either empties another load into you or he just refuses to cum if your pussy’s not available, period.

“They’re so hungry for it, aren’t they? Well, can he? Can our dog cum inside you, baby?” Tashi tsks, cupping your cheeks and bringing your attention back to her.

“Yes, yes, yes! He can cum inside-please let him cum inside mommy-i need it so bad-wanna be stuffed full with it!” You whimper and arch your back, jutting your tits out.

Tashi laughs and leans down to suck one of your pert nipples into her mouth, bouncing your other breast in her hand. Tears spill from your waterline down to her freshly manicured nails. Art has since gone back to sucking the life out of your clit, and the little wink he sends you doesn’t help you hold back your impending orgasm.

Patrick thrusts a few more times and then you’re cumming in sync. You go brain dead and your body locks up in his arms. You’re out of it for a good few minutes, and when you have full awareness again you see Art kneeling in front of you. He holds his dick out for you to gawk at, slowly pumping himself for your amusement.

Patrick hasn’t pulled out of your pussy but he doesn’t fuck you again, he jostles his hips to find the most comfortable position for his softening cock to plug you up.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” He huffs and pushes you back down on all fours.

“You need your mouth taken care of too.” Art whines and squeezes his cock around the base, beckoning you closer with a ‘come hither’ gesture.

Said man is tenderly and carefully bundling up your hair in his arm and casting it aside, giving him ample space on your back to pet. He rubs the pink tip of his cock along your jawline, he gives you a fresh coat of lip gloss via his precum as he slaps your plump lips with his cockhead.

“It’s kinda like sucking off a dildo attached to a mirror, don’t think too hard about it.” Tashi tells you, crouching down to suck the small divot in your back.

She sits back in the cheap black hotel chair, shrugging her blouse off and pinching her nipples.

You moan at the first taste of Art’s cock, longer than Patrick’s but with less heft to it. You peer out of the corner of your eye to see if Tashi’s still watching, and you feel silly when you realize that she always is.

“Doing good, baby, keep it up.”

But that’s the thing, they’re all watching you now. It’s not hard to be a pathetic bottom that needs to be coddled and tended to at all times. It’s never difficult to stroke the fire in someone’s ego, you’ve had an easier job of that than anything else.

You saw them all together on the court, you were there for lessons that didn’t work out. Who knows how long ago, it feels like a lifetime, but all it took was one look to recognize what was destined to be yours. You couldn’t give less of a fuck about Tennis in actuality, but you sure do love the players.

They all have hearts in their eyes as they watch you. Art with his dick deep down your throat, his legs are trembling as he tries to stop himself from fucking your face. Patrick, still making a forever home for himself in your guts, his eyes are so dark you have to repress a shiver. And Tashi, knuckles deep in her pussy, finger fucking herself to the pretty little show her baby puts on with their toys.

When the boys are asleep, you’ll bounce on her ribbed strap until you shatter all over again.

Now, Is it cheating to win a game when people don’t realize that you're playing?

- faetreides 2024. do not repost, translate, or put my works into ai

my god, i think my knees would actually give out if patrick zweig called me a “good girl”. thoughts? empty. moans? loud as fuck. pussy? niagara falls. desperation? at an ALL time high.

like, yeah i’m your good girl, rail me with your fat cock. blow my back out right tf 🗣️NOW.

NIAGRA FALLS BITCH😩

warnings; smut, 18+, p in v, praise kink, a little overstim

following his every command like the sweet little thing you are, him watching, surveying hungrily as your body hesitates, poised and needy for his praise following your compliance.

“good girl.”

there it is.

the two words that make you pliant beyond belief, soft and sweet and melty, that sets your pussy alight with need, the need to touch every inch of him, to lay bare before him and let him sink his thick cock into you until you cry.

he punctuates the sentence with a wet kiss to your jaw, folding at the waist to bow his body over yours, chest to your back. you’re sure your pussy has a fucking pulse as you turn in his arms, up on your tiptoes to slant your lips over his hungrily. you slip your arms beneath his loose fitting tee, pawing at the bare, freckled skin, feeling the way his muscles contract and roll at your touch.

the smug fucker smirks into your mouth.

“you like bein’ my good girl?” he murmurs, the words hot against your lips. you nod against him, too deep into it now to deny the way your stomach flips at his words. “yeah, know you do, baby. love it when i tell you how good you are. dirty girl.”

he gets you on your belly later - prone bone style with his back to your chest, suffocates you with his warmth and his skin and the heat of him. clamps one of those thick, veined forearms over your bobbing throat and uses it as leverage to rut up into you with more fervour, every movement rough and wet and messy.

the way he fucks you is such a stark contrast to the words tumbling from his kiss bitten mouth, about how you’re his good girl and you take him so well, like your pussy was made just for him.

your pussy leaks like a fucking tap as the pleasure builds and becomes entirely too much; too good as he hits the gummy spot inside you that makes you sob round him, clawing at his forearm in an attempt to slow the pleasure. he only tightens his grip, sinking further into the wet clutch of you and huffing against the side of your head.

“attagirl, don’t push me out. you can take it, baby. theeeere you go.”

young girlfriend and patrick go clubbing together. i feel like he'd be the type to love clubbing. getting to go out, have some drinks, grab whatever pretty girl or guy he sees, and grind against them. he'd let you get all tipsy before dragging him onto to the dancefloor. spin you around to the music until you're dizzy and then let you lean against him. shamelessly grinding against you in the dark club before slipping his hand up your skirt. head too fuzzy to realize until his fingers slip inside you and he starts to finger you while you're still in the crowd.

-☕

im in love with the fact that you care for exactly one millisecond before you're arching back into it. spreading your legs for his hand to cram down your skirt as wide as you can while still grinding back against it. the heat of his palm cupping your cunt and you cant even hear him over the pounding bass but you dont need to. know what he'd be saying anyway.

you're so warm and fucking wet, always so fucking wet like a fucking swimming pool between your legs, just ready for him to be inside you no matter where you are or what you're doing. you cant help yourself. eyes fluttering when he slips a thick finger in, pumping it in and out. your pussy sucking on it like it never wants him to leave. he imagines that warm sucking around his cock later and grins against your ear, letting you feel the hard press of his cock against your ass.

someone probably sees you two. but they dont go get a bouncer. because you're a hot fucking couple. a pretty face all slack jawed and washed in pleasure as her much older partner fingers her cunt on the dancefloor. its intoxicating to witness. they imagine being able to hear the wet squelch of your pussy through the pulse pounding music of the club. imagine being able to hear your little whimpers.

who knows. maybe some rich old pervert will pay you both to come back to their place, just so they can watch your bodies work with no clothes on. just so they can see your little cunt as its broken open on patricks thick beautiful cock.