-Lots of cuddling… when you guys get the chance
-This boy is touch starved as hell from working so hard all the time
-So when he has a break, you bet he’ll be at your side in a moment
-Likes to be the small spoon while cuddling because surprisingly, it gets tiring ordering everyone around and being in charge all the time
-Also loves to pull you on top of him and hold you to his chest just to feel the weight of you on him and sort of making him feel protected for a bit
-Honestly L just wants to act like a little kid and depend on someone else for a little while
-Will live you forever if you run your hands through his hair while he’s cuddled up in your side
-”Y-/N? What… what are you doing?” He’ll ask the first time you are playing with his soft locks of black hair
-”Nothing… it’s just so soft~” You laugh, trying to play off your embarrassment
-”Hmm…” he hums in thought, “It’s nice.” He decides and lets you continue
-Now it’s just a sort of comforting thing for him
-Every once in awhile when he’s dealing with an especially difficult case he’ll simply pull you into his lap and pull your hands up into his hair, silently asking for you to play with his hair and maybe manage his head a bit
-It really helps him relax and he loves you for having this effect on him
-He’ll take you with him on his trips around the world, wanting to keep you as close to him as possible the whole time
-”To keep you as safe as possible my love.” he claims with a small smirk as he pulls you closer to him
-Not that you’re complaining… you’d like to stay close to him as well
-Due to his work there would probably be times… or days you would go without seeing him while he interrogates someone or checking out some evidence or some crime scene somewhere that is too dangerous to take you to
-But trust me, he’ll make it up to you
-One specific time he was gone for almost a week and you were starting to get worried
-Just as you were about to contact Watari to get some answers the door to your bedroom opened
-Your eyes landed immediately on the huge box of cake with the words “I’m sorry” written across the top in big sugary frosting letters
-The box lowered and you almost cried tears of relief at the sight of your boyfriend’s stupid face
-”I know… I should have called and told you I was alright, but I didn’t want to risk putting you in danger-”
-”It doesn’t matter now… all that matters is that you’re okay!” You run and pull him into a hug
-Cue cake eating party for two while binging comedy movies all night
-Apology accepted
-Kissing this boy would be a bit awkward at first
-He would know what to do but wouldn’t be sure that YOU knew what to do
-Keeps his eyes open for the first few just to see your reaction… it’s for research
-But after awhile he’ll get used to this closing his eyes thing and get more into the kisses
-They’re usually soft and slow, hands roaming everywhere because he just wants to feel you to make sure you’re really here… that you’re really his and this is actually happening
-L loves you to death (pun not intended)
-Expect there to be a plate of sweets everywhere you go because L is addicted to sugar
-At this point in the relationship you probably are too
-Oh well… constant sweets… what could be better?
-Dates will probably only happen inside your apartment/house or hotel room at the time
-If you haven’t noticed, L is kinda anti-social
-Because of this he would probably prefer to have a at home date with you
-Cuddling while eating sweets that you guys baked together then binge watching shows and movies together for the rest of the time? Sign me up!
-Nicknames with L are super pure and cute
-His favorite one to use for you is probably “my love”
-Other nicknames include: “my partner in crime”, “sweet cheeks”, and “baby doll”
-Sometimes L will have nightmares where you died or something else horrible happened and you’ll have to be there to reassure him that nothing’s going to happen will probably end in a make-out session to prove your point
-L probably sleep talks during said nightmares, leading to you confronting him about the nightmares and just being there for him to vent and hug him close once he admits he’s afraid of losing you
-Like that’s ever going to happen
-This boy has tighter security on you than the president of the United States… or the queen of England even!
-Claims he just wants to protect you but you know it’s because of the nightmares so you just let it slide
-Honestly this relationship is just full of pure love for one another
-Please just hurry up and marry him, you’re not going to get better then this honestly
-”I love you L~”
-”I love you too Y/N… so much my love~”
Louder || Maverick 18+
summary: In the mood to have sweet sex with you, Maverick is unveiling his passion and romanticism, until you throw out a dirty word that he never thought you would say.
warnings: smut, daddy kink, age gap
pairing: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x Female!Reader
✧ Maverick masterlist || My Library ||
Maverick appreciated sensual lovemaking with you. He could get rough sometimes, but tonight he preferred to be in missionary with his eyes focused on you. He was caressing your cheek, each roll of his hips sending you higher above the clouds.
“I love you, sweetheart,” Maverick says, kissing your neck. A smile finds its way to inch across your face, your hands trailing over his back. The rippled muscles between his shoulder blades cause you to hum.
“I love you more,” You answer. “O-oh, Mav, right there!” You grunt when he hits that one spot, the one that’ll have you seeing stars. “Nice and slow, please,”
Maverick reacts by holding your face. He kisses you tenderly. Angling his hips in just the right way, he pushes slowly into you, ensuring you feel every inch. “Sweetheart,” He grunts in your ear. He raises his head. He looks up at the ceiling in the midst of each thrust, his fingertips gripping the sheets beside your head.
You spread your legs apart and wind them around his waist. “Are you okay?” He asks you between pants.
“Mmhm,” You dig your nails into the supple flesh of his hips. “H-harder,” You insist.
“Harder?” Maverick laughs, but doesn’t argue much more. He loved that even though he was older than you, he could keep up with your sex game.
And he also loved the idea of being older than you.
You did too. Hence why when Maverick slammed into your hips at an increased rate, you couldn’t stop it. The older man’s strokes were pounding you fiercely.
“Maverick! Yes! Oh, daddy, you feel so good!” You scream, neck straining.
Then you realized what you had just said.
He stops thrusting, and you gasp. “M-Maverick,” You gulp. “I’m such an idiot, I’m so sorry,” You’re growing flustered, embarrassment flooding your features.
You move your hands to cover your face, your eyes glowing with emotion.
Maverick doesn’t want you to feel embarrassed. So, he raises the tempo. Reaching his hand underneath the headboard, he grips it tightly. He knows what he’s about to do.
“Say it again,” Maverick swallows.
Your eyebrows furrow. “W-what?”
He grows sterner. “I said; say it again,” He hisses.
“D-daddy?” You whisper. He’s slowly thrusting.
“Again,” Maverick closes his eyes, tightening his grip on the headboard.
“Daddy,” You say more confidently.
“Atta girl, say it again,” He encourages you.
“Daddy!” You’re more prominent.
“That’s my girl! C’mon!” His voice echoes in the bedroom. He’s moving at a faster rate, using the headboard as a means to pull himself deeper into you.
“DADDY!” You scream at the top of your lungs, legs wounding his hips. Maverick’s neck strains, veins bulging as he presses into you faster.
“That’s my girl – should’ve known that dirty little mouth had something to say,” Maverick grunts, kissing your neck. You feel him practically rip your innocence away as he pounds viciously into your weeping entrance.
“O-oh! Yes! Right there, d-daddy! Don’t stop!” You hiss and writhe as pleasure rocks your body.
Maverick smiles smugly. “Daddy owns you, you hear me?” He nips your neck.
You nod your head. “Yes!” You cry with adoration.
Maverick smirks, sealing his mouth to yours. Your body is wracked with ecstasy as you slowly begin to see stars. He can feel you trying to hang on. He grunts and curses as he digs deeper, slowly stroking you with everything he’s got.
“Cum, sweetheart, lose yourself,” He whispers.
You finish hard around him, walls clenching tightly. Maverick smiles, thrusting a few more times until he finished, hot spurts of his release coating your channel.
When he pulls out of you and rolls you onto his chest, you’re panting for air.
“W-was that okay?” You ask quietly.
“Okay?” Maverick scoffs. “Baby, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever heard you say,” He admits, kissing your temple.
You would certainly use it again.
Together in the end — Ben Hargreeves
Pairings : Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves x Umbrella!reader
Warnings : nothing much, just a little angst
Summary : While the Umbrella Academy lost Ben Hargreeves some 17 years ago, the Sparrow Academy lost you instead. Set in Season 3 ep 1-2, you share an emotional reunion with the new Ben Hargreeves.
Word Count : 1.7k
Note : I rarely write anymore, but Ben Hargreeves has my heart. Maybe I’ll do a part 2!
“Dad, who the hell are these assholes?”. You recognised Ben’s voice. It had been over 17 years since you’ve heard it (oh the things you would’ve done to hear his voice one last time). This time, it was slightly different though, slightly deeper, and at a lower register. Nevertheless, you’d never forget the voice of someone who meant so much to you.
The last time you had “spoken” to Ben wasn’t long ago, through Klaus. You had gone with Diego to pay the cult leader a visit. Little did you know, you would have shared your last emotional embrace with Ben. It felt odd, almost desperate even, speaking to him through Klaus, but it had been so long since you had been held in Ben’s arms. When he left, he told Viktor to remind you that he loved you. It hurt to recall the events of the past few days, especially because you knew there was nothing you regretted more than not telling Ben you loved him before he died. Everyone in the family knew you harboured affections for each other — it was difficult to date in secret when some of your siblings were so nosy. The two of you had shared your first kiss just days before he passed. You were both teens, and there was so much more love you had for him, so many “I love you”s you had saved for him, all of which you never had the chance to give him.
“Ben?”, your voice was shaky, and you felt your eyes become glassy. Now wasn’t the time to get emotional, especially since the mansion was crowded with super-powered (and potentially dangerous) strangers. Ben looked different — the scar on his cheek, the way he styled his hair. It scared you that he had changed, but what scared you the most was the look in his eyes. You couldn’t read what was behind his dark eyes, not like how you could with your Ben. The old Ben was sweet, and very very messy. The man before you looked scheming, angry, and the way he spoke reminded you of an asshole. You did notice his facial expressions soften when his eyes landed on you.
“Y/N?” His voice was just as shaky as yours.
“Ben, compose yourself.” The woman who could manifest crows warned him.
“Is that really you, Y/N?” The brunette (you would later know as Sloane) interjected. She seemed like the kindest of the bunch.
How could they have known your name? You weren’t the brightest Hargreeves sibling but it didn’t take much for you to come to a conclusion. If Ben was alive in their timeline, perhaps you were the one that had passed. While the Umbrella academy grew up without Ben, the Sparrows had done so without you. You didn’t have much time to process this though, since things escalated pretty quickly between the Umbrellas and Sparrows. Before you knew it, you found yourself caught between Five and the sparrow sibling with hallucinogenic spit. She snarled and hurled her dark spit towards you too quickly for you to react, but it was swiftly deflected by a tentacle you never imagined you’d see again.
“You okay?“ Ben approached you cautiously.
“How do you all know my name?” You asked him. He didn’t look as cold as he did earlier. Instead, his facial expressions were replaced by a mixture of confusion, concern, and even a little bit of hurt. You saw the edges of his lips move, as if he were about to say something, but you never got a chance to hear his reply as the rest of your siblings dragged you away.
The second time you saw him was just as unexpected. You had gone on your usual morning jog with Luther before the sparrows kidnapped the both of you. When the both of you woke up, you followed closely behind Luther. You thought it best to be silent in case the Sparrows could see through your facade and detect your anxiety. Luther could sense your fear, which was why he held you close and did the talking on your behalf while you sat next to Sloane.
“Has your Y/N always been such a coward? Can you not speak for yourself?” Ben gestured towards you in a mocking tone.
“Ignore him.” Fei comforted you. You couldn’t deny you felt hurt. Your Ben was not nearly as much of an asshole as he was.
“Our Ben would’ve never spoken to us like this.” Your voice trailed off towards the end. You weren’t looking for a fight.
“I’m not your little boyfriend, Y/N. My Y/N was never this pathetic.” Ben retaliated.
“Ben! That’s enough!” Fei interjected. Ben’s eyebrows furrowed and his eyes softened once he saw your hurt expression. You could tell he regretted his words as soon as they left his mouth, but you stormed out of the room before he had the chance to say anything else.
After his interrogation with Luther, Ben left him to his meal. Fei followed him out to confront him.
“You still have feelings for her.” Fei knew her brother well enough to tell that he had been distracted the past day.
“She’s not our Y/N, Fei, she’s the enemy.” Ben defended himself, but he knew that some part of him cared for her more than he’d like to admit.
“You should talk to her, you only get that kind of love once in your life.” Fei encouraged. Ben stayed silent as she walked away. He pinched his nose bridge and squeezed his eyes shut. It had been difficult to maintain a stoic expression in front of his siblings, especially considering the overwhelming sense of confusion, melancholy and relief he had to hide for the past day.
Ben entered his room to grab his jacket, although he’d be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t also hoping to find you there. In his timeline, you died a few years after Ben did in yours. This meant that the both of you had been together for a few years before he lost you. He knew you’d come to his room to cry whenever something upset you.
To his relief, Ben did find you curled up in his bed.
“I came to grab my jacket.” Ben lied. You immediately jolted up and tried to wipe away your tears as subtly as you could when he barged in.
“Stop… crying on my bed, emo. It’s gross.” He tried to sound detached, hoping you couldn’t tell that his heart actually clenched at the sight of your pitiful expression. He was angry at himself for hurting you, but he was even more confused about his feelings towards you. You were supposed to be the enemy, yet he wanted nothing more than to apologise and hold you in his arms.
“I’ll leave, I’m sorry” You hoped he would be a little kinder to you after the hurtful things he said earlier, but you had to remind yourself that this was not the same Ben you loved.
“Wait…just stay for a bit.” Ben’s voice was much softer now, almost as if he was pleading.
“You used to come in here when you were upset” He explained.
“You told me I could always come to your room to cry whenever our siblings upset me.” You added.
“Tell me about your Ben...” Ben gently sat himself next to you. You scanned his face. His eyes were glassy, his eyebrows creased and you swore you saw his lips quiver. It took a lot for Ben to keep himself together at the moment. For a brief second, you saw a hint of warmth, kindness and love in his eyes, just like the Ben you knew.
“Um… I loved him, but I never got the chance to tell him… For some time, Klaus could speak to him. He told me you loved me back.” You stifled a sob and covered your face with your hands as you cried. You felt Ben’s arms hold you tightly, so you melted into his embrace and let out a sob into his chest. He only pulled you in closer. Ben needed this as much as you did, he felt desperate for your touch. If only you knew how hard he had wished to hold you one last time since your accident, how many sleepless nights he had because his heart yearned for you till it physically hurt.
“I never got to hear him tell me he loved me back. Klaus reminds me he does, but I’ll never hear his voice saying it.” You whispered, hoping Ben would understand.
“I love you. I love you more than you can imagine.” Ben whispered back without missing a beat. You sobbed louder into his chest. It’s confusing, finally hearing the words you had wanted to hear so badly after waiting 17 years.
“I might not be your Ben, but I love you, and it hurts too much to know you never heard it back.” Ben pulled your head towards his, resting his forehead onto yours. Your noses lightly brushed against each other, and your lips were dangerously close.
“I love you too. There is no old Ben or new Ben, just you, you are my Ben.” You assured him. You don’t know exactly when, but by now, Ben’s cheeks were also streaked with tears. He shut his eyes tightly, attempting to regain his composure.
“You have no idea how physically painful it was to not be able to hold you like this, to not be able to kiss you.” Ben’s breathing was erratic, you could tell it was taking a lot of effort for him to stop himself from crumbling.
“I do.” You replied softly, as you raised your thumb to wipe his tears.
“Can I kiss you?” Ben pleaded. His eyes were full of longing. This man in front of you is exactly the Ben Hargreeves you knew. Perhaps the childhood he shared with the Sparrows, and the sorrow he experienced after losing you made him act like the asshole he was a few hours earlier. You heart ached thinking about how much he had been through.
You closed the gap between your lips, running your hands through his hair. His palm held the back of your head firmly but gently, as if he was afraid of losing you again.
Even if the universe was about to end for the third time, you had never been more thankful that you found your way back to Ben Hargreeves in the end.
Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader
Summary: You’ve been by Ellie’s side since she was little, a family figure and her protector, after both of your families passed away and you found one another in the QZ. So, when the gruff and demanding Joel Miller steps into the picture to take you both to the lab Ellie needs, the two of you don’t see eye to eye. But after time passes, attraction settles in and you and Joel might feel more for the other than you thought.
A/N: hehe so it’s been a minute… i hope you all are doing well and happy new year to everyone!! the last of us show has been occupying my thoughts for the last two weeks oh my god and PEDRO?? i love him with everything in me, first mando and now joel fucking miller, so i had to write for him and i hope you guys enjoy this drabble and as always let me know what you think <3 be gentle with me, smut is hard to write T-T (i have never wished i was a steering wheel this badly before seeing this fucking gif) I already wanna write more
Warnings: SMUT 18+, fluff, AGE GAP (Reader is late twenties, Joel is like 56), language, near death experience, violence, oral f receiving, p in v penetration, unprotected sex, enemies to lovers ish, just filth, daddy kink, slight angst, mentions of death, injuries, tending wounds, rough!Joel, dom!Joel
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wise words from Johnny
Genre: Smutty Goodness
Pairing: Yugyeom x Reader
Word Count: 2000ish
A huge round of applause for and my immense gratitude to @smuttilyeverafter for becoming my new beta writer and editing this out.
You’re absolutely amazing <3 and I can’t thank you enough for your help
“Yugyeom-ahh…” You exclaimed into the phone, your voice slurring from the excessive amounts of alcohol you had drank.
“Yugyeom-ahh… Come here!!” Your giggles interrupted with hiccups as you begged your boyfriend to take a break from practice and come hang out with you.
“Y/N-ah..? Are you drunk??” He asked, getting up from the dance floor, his voice laced with a mix of both concern and anger. He had been so happy to see your call but hearing your drunk voice made him infuriated and anxious beyond limits.
“Yeahh…?” You replied, still incapable of thinking properly.
“Stay where you are, I’m coming to get you” He commanded before abruptly cutting off the phone call.
You told your best friend about your leave before walking outside to get some fresh air. You knew Yugyeom was going to get beyond mad at you for getting so drunk so you decided to clear your mind a bit before talking to him again.
“Y/N-ah… Are you okay?” You heard a voice come up from behind and felt two hands resting on your shoulders.
You turned around to face whoever was behind you which brought your face inches away from Jeon Jungkook, the golden maknae of BTS.
The shy boy that had made so many advances towards you even though his entire group was extremely close with GOT7 and he knew about your relationship. But that obviously didn’t stop him from getting uncomfortably close to you whenever he got the opportunity to do so.
You backed away immediately, your cheeks flushing red after your close encounter with him.
“Yeah… I’m fine. Thanks” You responded hesitantly, your hands covering your cheeks.
He took off his jacket to provide you with some much needed warmth as he saw you shivering out in the cold.
“Oh thanks” You replied as you put on the jacket, surprised at the kind gesture.
“Come here Y/N-ah… Stay warm” He said, his hands wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer and closer to him until you could feel the heat radiating off his muscular frame.
“I don’t know when I’ll have the courage to do this again…so here it goes” He whispered into your ear, pulling your face to his as close as possible before leaning into a kiss. Your hands pushed at his chest while your eyes closed shut and all you could think about was Yugyeom.
“Who the fuck do you think you’re touching, Jeon Jungkook?” You heard a voice roar as Jungkook was literally teared away from you and landed on the ground while you were pulled into the other man’s embrace.
You looked up to see a very annoyed and highly infuriated Yugyeom. His hands stroking your hair and then cupping your cheeks to make sure you were okay.
“Jagiya… Are you okay?” He asked, his eyes should’ve been showing worry, concern but all you could see was anger and irritation. But the alcohol you had consumed, which was now circulating throughout your body, was starting to take a toll on your consciousness.
“Everything is spinning…Oppa… I think I’m gonna faint…” You wheezed before slipping out of consciousness and collapsing into Yugyeom’s arms.
When you regained your consciousness after a while, you found yourself sitting on a bed in what you presumed to be a very expensive hotel room. You heard the digits of the room’s password being pressed in before the door swung open and your boyfriend stormed inside with a drink in his hand.
He placed the glass on the bedside table with a loud thud before climbing on top of you, furiously entangling his fingers in your hair, pulling harshly as his lips kissed yours with intense fervor and desire.
“I don’t ever want you getting that drunk again… Am I clear?” He spoke in between kisses, his teeth biting your bottom lip each time.
His tongue sliding down to the nape of your neck, sucking and biting it, bruising it harsh enough for everyone to see the marks he left.
“Ye-Yes Op-Oppa—” You stuttered, your voice whimpering and moaning at his touch, your head arching back from the pleasure you felt, the alcohol still surging through your veins but now only hightening your senses with every touch.
He put his hands in the back pocket of his jeans, taking out handcuffs with which he bound you to the headboard of the bed and a velvety blindfold that robbed you of your sight.
His lips melted yours once again as he sat on top of you, his arms moving behind your back to unzip your rather short dress and dropping it on the floor without any further regard, leaving you only in your black lace underwear.
In between you could swear that you heard a faint gasp but you attributed that to the delicious haze inside your head.
“Aish… You look so fucking irresistible. So irresistible and all mine baby girl…” He cooed sweetly in your ear before unclasping your bra and throwing it somewhere on the floor. As much as he loved to adorn you in such exquisite pieces of clothing, you were so much more magnificent without them.
“I don’t want you to make any sound Jagi” He commanded, your head nodding to it before you could even think about it.
He took off his shirt that was drenched in his sweat, throwing it onto the floor to join your other pieces of clothing.
He took the glass that had his drink from the bedside table, taking all of the clear liquid into his mouth before placing the empty glass back on the table.
He sat down on you, his lips pressing against yours as he let the liquid seep out of his mouth and into yours, your mouth taking in each drop of water that left your throat with a soothing feeling, your tongue licking your lips clean to make sure you got each and every drop of it in your mouth. He stretched out his arm to take an ice cube from the glass and place it in his mouth.
His mouth leaned down to press the cold ice on your lips before dragging it down your neck, making you moan and whimper from the sweet pleasure. He brought the ice to your nipples, making you bite down on your lip as you tried your best to hold yourself back from moaning his name. The cool sensation of the ice on your sensitive skin making you rub your thighs as you felt your arousal dripping down on them, soaking the sheets underneath you. Your back arched from the divine lust that surged through your whole body.
He slid the ice cube over your stomach before dropping it in your belly button, having you writhe in pleasure.
“Good girl….. And all good girls deserve to be rewarded.” He whispered into your ear, his teeth moving down to your underwear that he pulled down all the way to your ankles. His soft lips pressing on your inner thighs, marking your clear skin with deep red bruises before his tongue finally licked a single stripe over your dripping folds, thrusting two of his fingers into you while his tongue licked away at your clit.
“Ahhh… Yugyeom-ah…” You moaned out at his skillful ministrations. The way he arched his fingers to hit your sweet spot over and over had you turning into a moaning mess.
“Yes baby girl… Tell me who is making you feel so good” He chuckled before thrusting his fingers inside you as deep as he could while sucking harshly on your clit, relishing in your taste. His hands held your trembling legs apart as you felt the adrenaline rush through your body.
“K-Kim.. Y-Yugyeom…” You were barely able to get those two words out of your mouth as you felt your body overcome with the pleasure you felt, the intense pleasure that your boyfriend was drawing out steadily to build up your orgasm and make it that much better for you.
He could eat you for each and every single meal of the day and still be not even close to getting tired of your divine taste but the intense craving of his cock for your hot and wet tightness couldn’t be held back anymore.
He pulled away from you, making you whimper at the sudden loss of heat but you were promptly turned on your back, the palm of his hand lightly smacking your ass as he lifted you by the waist such that your heated core was pressing on his hard bulge.
He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, letting it drop to his knees along with his boxers before thrusting into you in one go, making you cry out his name as you were thrusted forward. His cock filled you up entirely, hitting your deepest and sweetest spots that made you moan so loudly. His mouth moving to nibble at your shoulder as he pounded hard and fast into you.
“Oppa… I… I’m close”
You were panting, moaning as you could feel your orgasm approaching rapidly and your walls clenching down on his cock as harshly as it possibly could.
“Me too Jagi… Just a little…more” He moaned into your ear before moving his fingers to your clit, rubbing it with his thumb vigorously, making your nails harshly dig into the palm of your hand.
Soon, you were knocked out with your orgasm, the overwhelming bliss that had your mind filled with the satisfaction of your release.
His fingers dug into your hips with his final thrusts as he pushed his entire length deeper and deeper into you until he finally came, filling you up with his white, hot fluid. He thrusted into you a few more times to make sure that every drop of his release was inside you, your tight walls milking his cock for all it had left.
You could hear a faint moan and whimper from the corner of the room but you were too exhausted to question it as you collapsed on the bed, Yugyeom’s release seeping down your thighs and onto the sheets.
He undid your handcuffs and let you lay down on the bed before going to grab a cloth with which he cleaned you up with. He sat on the bed, placing you on his lap as he stroked your hair and cheeks, pressing light kisses on your lips that made you smile.
“Jagi… You can take off your blindfold now” He whispered into your ear before biting down on your earlobe.
You slowly moved your hands up to take the blindfold off, dropping that velvety piece of cloth onto the bed before entwining your fingers in his hair as you kissed him. You only stopped when you caught a glimpse of someone sitting by the couch that faced the bed.
It was Jeon Jungkook.
And he just saw you having sex with your boyfriend.
You looked at the poor boy, his forehead drenched in sweat as his trembling hand was wrapped around his hard dick and his pure black jeans stained in what you assumed to be his cum.
“Jungkook-ah?” You questioned before hiding yourself under the blanket.
“No need to hide yourself Jagiya… I like showing you off…” Yugyeom licked his lips darkly before hungrily devouring your neck that was already covered in his bruises.
“Y/N-ah…” Jungkook’s soft, broken voice trailed off, his hand still languidly pumping his cock as he saw your flushed red cheeks and sweat covered body.
“And she’s all mine…” Yugyeom smirked as he kissed you passionately, his tongue moving into your mouth to elicit all sorts of moans and whimpers from you. His hand moving to your ass before giving it another loud smack.
“And this is as far as you can possibly get concerning fucking my girlfriend hyung” he directed his warning at the other male, his tone void of any emotion other than posessiveness as his eyes shot daggers at Jungkook. His mouth moved to nibble on your sensitive ears that had you gasping for air and your nails digging into his shoulder as you rocked your hips over his crotch again, covering it in your juices once more.
“Now let me etch into your mind how divine my Y/N-ah looks getting fucked…By me.” Yugyeom pushed you on all fours again but this time you were facing Jungkook.
With that you knew that this was going to be an exceedingly long night.
And all you could do was lick your lips in lustful anticipation of what Yugyeom had planned for you, for both you and Jungkook.
Written By: Admin Sangria~
Pairing: The Darkling x Shadow Summoner Reader
Summary: Aleksander promised you eternity with him. Alina Starkov took that from you both. Now you’re going to finish what your lover started.
Word Count: 14.9K
My Masterlist
1 ❝ fine, make me your villain ❞
2 ❝ you and I are going to change the world ❞
3 ❝ there are no others like us…
4 …and there never will be ❞
5 ❝ like calls to like ❞
Epilogue ❝ the two of us, together ❞
It’s here! The last part of my Alfie three part series. Get comfortable as it’s a long read!
Words - 4,139
Warnings - Oh, so much fluff and romance! And then, yes, glorious smut!
“Mornin’, darlin’.” His usual boom unusually makes you jump that morning, sat behind your desk at the distillery, your boss and lover greeting you with his ever-present cheer whenever he sees you. “Bloody hell, you look like you’ve seen a ghost. What’s up, love?”
“Nothing, I’m just tired.”
“Don’t bloody lie to me, sweetheart. In here, now.” Of course, he knows you well enough by now to know if something is wrong. He knows you ten times better than Billy, who is yet to even cotton on to the fact you’re being unfaithful to him. Rising from behind the sanctuary of your desk, you follow him into his office, your mind ticking like a pocket watch, knowing that the time is up.
You have to tell him.
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Pairing: Kim Yugyeom x Reader
Word Count: 4.1k (I’m sorry)
Warnings: Dom!Yugyeom, situations without obvious consent, bad writing, too much plot I’m sorry I can’t stop
Summary: You and your friend manage to get tickets to see Got7 perform. Even better, you get tickets to meet the band.
A/n: First off, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I love stories with multiple parts. I’m sorry I’ve never written a fic yet that has an actual entire sex scene and I’m sorry I LOVE PLOT. I can’t stand fics that skip right to the meat. I need a little background here. SO I’M SORRY, SUE ME.
You thought buying tickets was the stressful part. Waking up early, setting up any and every machine that could access the internet. You had even enlisted the help of your friends to sit and wait online for the tickets to drop, crossing every finger and toe and wishing upon a star that you or one of your friends would be lucky enough to nab two tickets. Thankfully, to some higher entity, you were lucky enough, and managed to get two tickets to see Got7 live. You were even more than lucky though, you were one of the luckiest, as you managed to get you and your friend VIP package tickets to meet the band, get a signed poster, and a photo with the members. Only a select few tickets had this benefit, and the painful number deducted from your bank account showed you were one of them.
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A/N: ok here's the smut fic i promised i'd write,, thanks to everyone who suggested songs !! rlly set the mood for me nyehehe >:D
warnings: enemies to lovers, smut!!!, fem! reader, p in v intercourse, cunnulingus, spanking, degradation, mean dom!eddie
You were the perfect student any teacher could ever ask for.
You were consistent in your studies, submitted all your assignments on time, and even did extra credit work to further boost your grades.
You were a straight A student with a report card that gleamed so brightly it made any nerd within the vicinity jealous.
However, it wasn’t because you wanted to be a teacher’s pet. You were focused on your academics because all you wanted to do was to succeed in life; get into one of the top colleges, graduate not only with honors but as summa cum laude, apply for the best, highest paying job you could get, and continue on your life as the ultimate career woman.
Nothing and no once could stand in your way.
Except for a certain leader of the Hellfire club.
Eddie Munson May not have known this, but you had regarded him as your sworn enemy, not because he had did irrevocably terrible damage to you in the past, but because he was simply a nuisance who kept you stressed out as you had to constantly be the one to do the assignment all by yourself whenever you had any group projects with him.
Granted, none of the others ever really helped you either, but you couldn’t shake the disdain you had for him.
Maybe it was his character, how carefree he was, his utter lack of concern for his own academic standing pissed you off to no end. You didn’t know why it bothered you so much, but you couldn’t stand the thought of someone caring so little about their own future that they would even smile whenever they got so much as a D minus.
So you could imagine the annoyance that made the vein on your forehead feel as if it were about to pop when your teacher just so happened to partner you up with none other but the metalhead himself.
After class, you had begged and pleaded with her to reassign you a new partner, going so far as to even writing her an actual letter of reconsideration.
Still, despite all your efforts of avoiding the brunet, your teacher had declined.
“You’d be a good influence in him, (y/n),” She said, placing a hand in your shoulder. “Maybe you could even tutor him with the parts of the lesson he’s having difficulty in.”
Tutor your ass, hell would have to freeze over if you ever even considered spending more time than you needed with him.
Through the interactions the two of you had in class, with your cold disposition towards him along with your curt, blunt words, Eddie caught on pretty quickly that you wanted nothing to do with him. He had figured it was because you thought he was a ‘freak’, an outcast, that you had regarded him as lowly as the other kids at school did. He put his guard up around you, matched your cold energy towards him, until the two of you barely even spoke during class when you were supposed to be doing the project together.
The deadline had started to draw ever nearer, causing you to panic inwardly as you had realized you did a part wrong, having to restart the entire project.
With the deadline only being two days away, your teacher had made it very clear that she wouldn’t be giving any late projects special considerations.
You rushed to her as soon as the bell rang.
“Ms. Warren, please reconsider, it’s just, I had to restart an entire part of the project just as I thought I was almost done with it and—“
“That’s why you should be working with your partner, (last name).” She replied sternly.
“But he hasn’t even been helping!” You exclaimed, making wild gestures with your hands.
She raises her eyebrows at Eddie. “Is that true, Munson?”
He scoffs. “I would, if she only let me.”
“That’s because you’re completely inept at anything that involves—“
“Don’t pin this on me! I’d help you if you actually even talked to me about what it is you needed help with—!”
As the two of your argue over each other, Ms. Warren pinches the bridge of her nose, sighing.
“That’s enough! Both of you.”
You both close your mouths at her scolding, darting your eyes to the side guiltily.
“Look, I will allow you both to submit your assignments up until 4 p.m. on the day that it is due, otherwise, you will both receive an F. Is that clear?”
You nod your head while Eddie mutters in agreement.
“Good. Now, please just learn to sort out your differences and try to get along, for the sake of your grades at least.”
As soon as the two of you walk out of the classroom and into the hallway, you continue arguing.
“This is all your fault.” You grumble.
“My fault? You won’t even let me look at whatever it is that you’re doing! You don’t even so much as talk to me.”
“And neither do you!”
Eddie sighs, scratching his chin in frustration. “Okay, y’know what, fine, I’ll compromise. How about we continue the project today, after school, yeah?”
You inhale deeply before exhaling slowly, calming yourself down.
“Fine.”
“So where do you live?”
“We can’t do it at my place, my parents are going to be having a party with their friends.”
“I mean, my trailer isn’t really a mansion, but..”
“It’s fine, we’ll do the assignment at your place, just stay out of my way.”
“Sounds to me like you’re getting in your own way.”
You roll your eyes at him. “Fuck you, Munson.”
He glared at you. “Well fuck you, too.”
You mutter more curses under your breath as you stomp your way over to your friends.
…
Somehow, you manage to bike your way over to his place, backpack in hand as he welcomes you in.
“We can uh, do it in my room. Sorry for the mess, the maid took the week off.”
“It’s fine.” You mutter, trying your best not to giggle at his joke. As much as you hated his guts, you couldn’t deny that he had a good sense of humor, no matter how self deprecating it may be.
You lay out the assignment on the floor, scribbling onto your notebook as Eddie sits in front of you. The room had been entirely silent the moment you came in. Being that he didn’t know what was going on because you wouldn’t tell him shit, Eddie doodles on a piece of paper.
Guilty for not being much help to you, he opens his mouth to speak. “Is there anything you need me to do, or?”
You sigh. “Just let me do the assignment, okay? I won’t rat you out if you don’t do anything, just need to keep my grades in check.”
He frowns, furrowing his eyebrows at your statement. “Why do you care so much about your grades?”
You huff, dragging your hand across your face as you paused from working. “Why do you ask so many questions?”
He scoffed as he folded his arms. “Why are you such a priss?”
“And why are you such an ass?” You fired back.
Eddie massages his temples. “Look, Ms. Warren literally just told us to sort out our differences for the sake of the assignment, just tell me what to do and I’ll do it.”
You rolled your eyes at him, standing up. “I don’t need your help.”
“Uh,” he starts, standing up as well. “Clearly, you do, you’ve been struggling with that for the past hour and your stress is totally bringing down my buzz.”
You furrow your eyebrows at him, shooting him a glare. “Buzz? Are you high right now?”
He shakes his head as he looks at you incredulously. “The hell is that supposed to mean? And for your information, no I am not. God, do you really think that lowly of me?”
You slam your notebook closed, dropping it to the floor as anger courses through your veins. “And what if I do? You literally spend most of your days not even attending class, so it’s not my fault that you don’t get anything.”
“It’s not that I don’t get anything, it’s just that you aren’t giving me any tasks to do— and in case you didn’t know, I’m actually a pretty smart guy.”
You snort at his words. “Could’ve fooled me.”
He scratches his neck, annoyed. “You know what, I’ve had enough of your pretentious bullshit, why don’t you get your head out of your own ass for one second and stop acting all high and mighty just ‘cause you’ve got perfect grades.”
You glowered at him, face contorting into one of disdain. “At least I’ve got good grades, at least I’m not going to wind up as some burnout without any direction in his life!”
“You don’t even fucking know me—god! Are you hearing yourself right now? You wanna know something about you that I’ve noticed because I actually have a brain? Yeah, you’re so caught up in your grades and your studies,” he flaps his fingers around, mimicking you talking as if his hand were a puppet. “That you don’t even have a fucking life.”
“Yeah, well at least I’ll actually have a life outside of Hawkins thanks to all the A’s on my report card, while you’ll be stuck at a dead end job that you’ll hate for the rest of your life.”
“There it is, folks! The high and mighty queen (y/n) has blessed us with her wise words!” He leans towards you. “Just kidding, this girl’s just a stuck up clown with a stick up her ass.”
“And you’re nothing but a lazy, good for nothing piece of shit!”
Eddie runs his hand through his hair in frustration, his eyes glaring directly into yours.
“God, can you just shut the fuck up?”
You walk closer to him, face just inches away, facial features stained with a scowl as you stare up at him defiantly. The tension between the two of you so thick you could cut it with a knife.
“Fucking make me.” You spat.
His body moves without thinking, you had pushed him as far as he could go and he lets go of any inhibitions that held him back in the past, crashing his lips onto yours.
The kiss is anything but sweet, teeth clashing as he he grabbed you by your hair to hold you in your place. Any sense of sanity leaves your brain as you return the gesture just as roughly, raking your nails on his clothed chest that were sure to leave marks the next day.
He groans against your mouth at your action, his other hand gripped your hip firmly. As he breaks away from you, a string of saliva connecting your mouths, you realize you’re panting, the mind numbing passion—no, that wasn’t the right word, this wasn’t passion, it was anger and frustration and white hot lust, all the worst things you could ever feel for a person mixed into a noxious cocktail of sorts. You couldn’t help the wetness that pooled between your legs as he looked at you with nothing but pure loathing.
Your gaze shares the same hostility, ignoring his blown out pupils that were dilated from pure lust.
Before you can even react, he pulls you by your hair, exposing your neck.
He’s quick to litter your neck with kisses, not the soft, butterfly ones you had felt on the rare occasion you ever had the chance to be with someone else, these kisses involved too much teeth, biting at your skin brashly, sucking hard enough to leave red marks along your throat.
You let out a breathy moan as he sucks on your collarbone, knees buckling as you crash onto his bed.
His hands find their way to your breasts, kneading them through your shirt as his knee settles right below your core. You buck your lips towards him, desperately.
Sensing your eagerness, he smirks agains your skin.
“You enjoying this more than you thought you would, princess?”
“Fuck you.” You breathe out.
His thumb and forefinger grips your chin as he tilts your head to look at him properly.
“Oh, you’re about to.” The arrogance in his voice somehow turns you on more than you were right now.
He glanced at you, your body, still fully clothed, silently undressing you with his eyes. A wave of confidence washes over you, and you take this chance to to slip your shirt off of yourself, exposing your lacy bra.
His eyes go wide at the sight of you, his tongue darting from his mouth to lick his lips, further boosting your ego, and for the first time since the two of you had kissed, the odds had turned to your favor.
“Like what you see, Munson?” You say, looking up at him with half lidded eyes that reminded him all too well of a siren’s stare, luring him into the depths of the sea only to drown him.
And fuck, was he ready to dive in head first.
His fingers trace your bra strap, pulling at it so that it snapped back onto your skin, making you bite your lip at him.
“Think I’d like you better down on your knees for me, darling.”
“Then why don’t you make me?” You say, mimicking the words you had uttered earlier that started it all.
He smirks at you. “As much as I’d love to have those pretty lips of yours wrapped around my cock, I’d rather make you scream my name.”
The image of him having you down on your hands and knees as he fucks you senselessly causes you to clench your thighs.
“That’s what I thought.” He nods slightly, your silence along with your flushed cheeks said it all.
He leans his head towards you once more, kissing you on your lips with the same passion, less roughly than the first time, but firm nonetheless, to show you exactly who was in control.
He kisses his way from your neck down to your chest, licking and sucking at the flesh your bra couldn’t cover. Desperate for more, you bring your hand to your back, unclasping your bra with your fingers, pulling it off of you in a hurry before throwing it to god knows where.
He smiles against your skin, loving the desperation that was written all over your face, proud of himself that somehow he had turned you into this flushed mess.
Eddie immediately got to work on your left tit, wrapping his lips around your nipple as he sucked at it roughly, his other hand had his fingers toying and flicking at your right mound.
You bit your lip to prevent any sounds from erupting from your throat. Eddie notices this immediately, giving your nipple one last suck before he released it with a loud pop.
“Don’t hold back, (y/n), wanna hear you make those pretty sounds.”
As if regaining your senses, you glare at him, tightening your lips into a thin line, no way in hell were you giving him anymore satisfaction. In truth, all you wanted was to see what he would do if you didn’t follow his orders.
He exhaled at your defiance. Fine, he thought, two can play it that game.
He grinds his jean-clad knee onto your clothed cunt rather roughly, earning a soft moan from you.
“You gonna do what I say or am I gonna have to make you?”
You smirk at him, eyes darkening. “What do you think?” You challenged.
He sucks at his teeth before twisting you around so that you laid on your stomach, your cheek hitting the mattress while he pulled you so that your legs were strewn across his lap as he sat on the edge of his bed. He flipped your skirt up so that your ass was exposed, causing your face to feel warm.
He brings his hand down onto your plush cheek, causing you to yelp. You could feel his rings as he did so, sure that they’d make a mark.
“Since you wanna act like a fucking brat, I’m gonna treat you like one, yeah? Count.”
He spanks you, causing you to jolt forward at the intensity of his blow. He snakes his arm around your waist, holding you firmly in place.
“I said count.” Came his stern voice, snapping you out of your daze, reminding you of your punishment.
“O-one.” You manage to say, meekly.
“What’s that? Didn’t quite hear you there, sweetheart. Start from the top.”
He lands yet another blow to you ass cheek, a whimper making its way out of your lips as he did so.
“One.” You say, more firmly this time.
“Atta girl.” He says, voice laced with pride as he rubs your ass. He pinched your panties so that it exposed more of your ass, causing you to let out a breath as you felt your underwear strain at your core, the bunched up cloth hitting your clit.
He continues to give you a spanking, each one harsher than the last, until your ass is red with his hand marks.
“F-fifteen.” You say as he shimmies his way out from under your legs, moving you so that you laid on your back again.
“Now,” he says, tugging his shirt off to reveal his inked skin, your eyes tracing over each of his tattoos. “You gonna be a good girl for me?”
You could only nod your head frantically at his words, too hot and bothered to care.
He smiles at you as he gets onto his knees, spreading your legs apart with his rough hands, relishing the way your plush thighs felt against his fingers.
He practically rips your skirt off of you as he slides it down to your legs, you kick it off once it reaches your ankles, and you sigh as you feel him sloppily kiss your inner thighs.
Suddenly, he presses his thumb to you clit, rubbing it through your underwear, a gasp leaving your mouth as your fingers twitched in pleasure.
“So fucking wet for me already and I barely even touched you. Did all that spanking from earlier turn you on, princess?”
You gulp, not knowing what to say as your eyes darted to the side.
He laughs at you condescendingly, giving you a light slap to your thighs.
“‘Course you did, dirty little thing.” Before you know it, his fingers are tucked into the sides of your panties, hurriedly sliding them off of your legs.
You can’t help but feel somewhat shy as you realize how utterly exposed you were. You clenched your thighs as you held your legs together, bringing your thumb to your lips to bite it nervously.
Seeing your sudden timidness, Eddie smiles up at you, genuinely, taking your hand in his while his other hand rubbed circles on your knee.
“Don’t go acting shy on me now, sweetheart,” he leans forward and trails kisses from just below your navel up until your pelvis. “You’re fucking breathtaking, y’know that?”
At the sound of his reassuring words, you slowly peel your legs apart, cunt now fully exposed for him.
“Absolutely fucking perfect, all for me, right, Angel?” He looks up at you as his fingers run up and down your slit, causing you to let out a breathy moan. “Say it, baby, I need to hear it from you.”
“All for you, Eddie.” You whimper.
“That’s right,” he says, tugging your hips towards him as he buries himself between your legs, hot breath fanning your core. “All for me, and only me.” The possessiveness in his tone makes you shudder with delight.
As soon as he utters those words he’s licking up and down at your cunt, flicking his tongue against your clit, causing yet another moan to erupt from your mouth. He wraps his lips around your sensitive bud, sucking at it so harshly it makes you see stars.
His tongue makes its way towards your entrance, lapping up your juices in delight, savoring the taste of you on his tongue as he groans at how delicious you taste.
Your hand makes its way to his hair, tugging at it from the roots, causing him to groan once more.
“You’re gonna be the fucking death of me, baby.” He mutters against your cunt before he shoves his tongue into your entrance, nodding his head as he fucks you with his tongue.
“Oh my fucking god—Eddie!” You moan loudly, panting at his actions.
He continues his ministrations against your cunt, eating you out like a starved man would his last meal on earth. Sucking, lightly nipping at your clit and running his tongue over it repeatedly like the rough rhythm to one of his metal songs. He slips one of his digits into you, then two, then three, before he pushes a fourth one in, stretching you out so deliciously that you throw your head back in pleasure. His mouth never leaves your clit as he continues to furiously fuck you with his fingers.
You arch your back as you feel the knot in your stomach start to uncurl.
“F-fuck, Eddie, Eddie, I’m close, so fucking close, wanna cum—!”
“Cum for me, pretty girl, wanna taste you.”
With his permission, you did as you were told, your pussy tightening around his fingers as your cum gushed out of you.
Eddie’s jaw goes slack as he opens his mouth, intent on slurping up all your juices until he’s swallowed it all.
Your chest heaves up and down, breathing raggedly as you slowly come down from your high.
You watch as Eddie unbuckles his belt, licking your lips as his fingers made its way to unzip his jeans. As soon as his pants fall onto the floor, he teasingly snaps the waistband of his boxers, relishing the attention he received under your hungry gaze as he slowly slips his boxers down to his thighs, his cock slapping against his stomach. He smirked as he saw drool drip from past your lips, your mouth agape at his size. You wanted nothing more than to have his cock in your mouth, thrusting deep into your throat as your spit coated his length.
But that was for another time.
He looks to you as if asking for your permission, to which you give him a small nod. He spreads your legs open even wider than before as he kneels on the bed, you shuffle backwards to allow him enough room.
He runs his tip along your folds, already red and leaking with precum. You notice the two veins that ran along the sides of his cock, and you couldn’t help but think about how it would feel for him to be inside of you already.
He continues to tease you, rubbing his tip against your sensitive clit, to which you groan in frustration at.
“I—fuck! Eddie, just fuck me already, will you?” You say, borderline screaming out at him as your frustration, your want for him builds up. It only seemed to him that you had forgotten your place, and it was his job to remind you of where you belonged.
His large hand grabs both of your cheeks easily, calloused skin against your smooth one, forcing you to look him in the eye.
“Forgetting your manners now, are we? Remember who the fuck you’re talking to.” He growls.
You swallow, a shiver crawling up your spine at his domineering tone, something entirely different from the goofy kid at the back of your class that you thought you had all figured out.
As much as your pride yelled at you to give him some sort of snide remark, to bite back with your words, you can’t help but feel small under his dominant gaze that was enough to force you into submission.
“Please,” you say hesitantly, softly. “Eddie—“
He licks his canines, the smile he directed towards you was anything but warm, almost mocking.
“Come on, baby, you can do better than that, use your big girl words and beg for me, beg for me to stuff you full with my cock.”
You whimper at his words and he senses your hesitation. Okay, he thought, your pride would be your downfall.
He put his fingers to your clit, circling it so roughly and harshly that it made your hips snap up involuntarily at his touch.
“Fucking beg for it or you don’t get to cum and I leave you here to do the job yourself. Think your fingers could ever match up to how nicely I could stretch you out, hmm, princess?”
You let out a guttural sob as he continued his ministrations on your already hypersensitive clit, and any pride you had that prevented you from losing any of your dignity dissipates as you throw all caution to the wind.
“Please Eddie, please please please, I need you, need you inside me so bad, wanna feel you, wanna feel all of you—“
He takes his hand away from your clit, and you almost cry at the loss of his touch before he patted you on your cheek.
“That’s a good girl, doing exactly what I tell her to.” And with that, he slides into you with ease given how soaked you were, your own essence acting as a natural lubricant for him.
Your eyes practically roll to back of your head as he finally bottoms out inside of you, hissing at how tightly your cunt gripped his cock.
“So fucking tight for me, baby. Such a good fucking slut.”
He thrusts into you, slowly, testing out the waters first before he hears you groan yet again.
“Please, fuck me faster, Eddie. Want you, wanna cum all over your cock.”
After enduring his punishment and all his teasing, taking it all like a champ, who was he to refuse his good little girl?
His hips meet yours as he picks up his pace, throwing both your legs over his shoulders, still spread out nicely for him, letting him gain more access to your cunt as he fucked into you even deeper. Soon enough, you were a moaning mess under him. You reach up to rake your fingers across his now bare chest just like you did earlier, digging your nails into his skin as you did so. He lets out a groan as the sting from your nails mixes with the pleasure of your cunt that clenched around him.
He chuckles darkly as his hand wraps around your throat, you shiver at the coldness of the silver rings he wore around his fingers. “Yeah, that’s right, fucking take it like the good girl you are,” he snaps his hips towards yours once more, hitting that soft, spongy spot inside you that made your toes curl and a loud moan involuntarily make its way out of your mouth. “Oh, I’m sorry, turns out you aren’t the good girl you make yourself out to be, huh? Nothing but a filthy little slut with her legs spread wide open all for me.”
You can’t help but let out an even louder moan at his words, your mind filled with nothing but thoughts about him, how good he was making you feel.
The pleasure had started to overwhelm you, especially when his fingers found their way towards your clit, rubbing it in circles once more and you cry out in pleasure.
“Yeah, fuck—yes, good fucking girl, taking me so well.” His praise directed towards you, despite how condescending it sounded, made you mewl as your mind went blank with the immense pleasure he was giving you.
Noticing the fucked out expression on your face, Eddie props his hand against the head board.
“You getting all fucked out now, hmm? How you feeling baby? Y’like getting fucked stupid by my cock?”
“Feels so good,” you pant, barely even able to put your words together. “So fucking big, Eddie, love your thick cock so much, stretching me out so fucking good.”
He smirks at you, grabbing one of your tits in his hand, fingers flicking and pinching your hardened nipple.
“That’s fucking right, my fat cock stretching that pussy out so—shit, so fucking good for ya. Fucking you like how you want because you’ve been a good girl, yeah? My good fucking girl.”
All you do is hum and nod at his words as you look at him with half lidded eyes, smiling at his praise.
“Open up that pretty mouth of yours, baby.” He commands, and you do so obediently, lips spread apart for him to spit into, a glob of saliva landing on your tongue. You swallow, without even him telling you to, and his chest swells with pride as he realized what he had turned you into: a slut, a whore for his cock, for him and only him.
As he continues his brutal pace, pounding into you so deeply, continually hitting that spot within yourself that made you see stars, you could feel your orgasm approaching.
“So close, Eds, so fucking close, a-ah! Please, please, make me cum, Eddie, wanna cum for you so bad, wanna be your good girl, Eddie. Please please please—“
You didn’t even know what you were saying anymore as you babbled mindlessly, desperate for a release. Eddie continues to play with your clit, his thrusts becoming erratic now, intent on making you cum, making you feel the greatest pleasure you had ever felt in your entire life.
"Yeah, that's it baby, let go for me. Cum for me."
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck, Eddie! Eddie, Eddie—“ you continue to chant his name like a prayer despite all the unholy things the two of you were doing, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull, tongue lolling out of your mouth as you finally let go, juices gushing from your cunt and making a mess on the bed.
You shuddered as your high began its slow descent, regaining somewhat of your consciousness as you looked up at Eddie, his eyes glued to where you and him met.
You cups his cheeks, causing his gaze to fall upon you, your eyes soft and lips slightly ajar, his once domineering gaze softened at the sight of you below him.
He groaned, sensing that he was close.
“I—fuck, come on, princess, where do you want it?”
You smile softly as you stroke his cheek with your thumb. “Inside me.”
He looks at you, somewhat surprised, his thrusts slowly become more sloppy by the minute.
“You sure about that, (y/n)?”
You nod at him, hands never leaving his face as you brought him closer to you, pressing his forehead to yours.
“I’m on the pill, it’s okay.”
God fucking bless the feminist movement.
“Come on, Eddie, cum for me, want you to fill me up, wanna feel how warm your cum would be inside me.”
With your words of encouragement, Eddie’s entire body tenses as he let out a low groan, releasing inside of you, thick ropes of cum spilling deep inside your cunt. As he pulled out, he couldn’t help but stare as your hole clenched around nothing, his white, sticky cum leaking from your pussy.
Exhausted, he falls down onto the bed beside you, snaking an arm around your waist as you lean into his touch, you shift so you laid on your side, resting your head atop his bicep as you trace patterns onto his chest.
Eddie exhales, brushing your hair from your sweaty forehead, his fingers making their way down your face to trace your jawline.
As the two of you lay there, utterly exhausted from fucking like rabbits, you can’t help but stare up at him with affection, his warm brown eyes staring you with the same care. You lean your head towards him, and he does the same, until your lips meet in a kiss.
This time, the kiss you two shared was soft, gentle, loving even. You pull away from him, breathless.
“There goes the line of straight A’s on my report card.” You huff.
Eddie rubs your shoulder affectionately. “Don’t worry, we’ll work on it tomorrow, we have time.”
Any of the past anxieties you had over your grades ceases as you lay in his arms, safe and comfortable, all your troubles far away.
“I’m sorry,” you say, earnestly. “For all the things I said to you earlier, you were right, I can be a bit of a control freak sometimes.”
“A bit?”
You flick his forehead.
“Ow! Joking, kidding, I’m joking,” he says with a smile as you tuck your head into the spot his neck and shoulder met. “I’m sorry too, for calling you all sorts of mean things.”
“Before or after sex?”
He pinched your nose, earning a laugh from you as you push his hand away.
“See? I can joke around too, I’m not stuck up.”
He intertwines his fingers with yours, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb.
“Yeah, you’re not.”
A moment of tender silence passes by the both of you as you gaze at each other affectionately.
“You know,” Eddie says, scratching his chin. “I’ve had a crush on you since like, freshman year.”
You furrow your eyebrows as you cringe at his words. “Seriously? That was the awkwardest year of my life, how did you ever manage to form a crush on me then?”
He rolled his eyes playfully, smiling at you. “Come on, it wasn’t that bad. I found you cute, braces, nerdiness, and all.”
You chuckle, nudging him gently. “Well, y’know, can’t deny that I found you cute myself, right when you walked into class.”
He laughs at your admission. “What? Lil ol’ me with my band t-shirts and ripped jeans?”
You peck him on the lips. “Exactly you with your wild hair and pretty doe eyes.”
He can’t help the affection that seemed to overflow from his chest as he kissed you all over your face, from your forehead to your nose to both your cheeks to the corners of your mouth to your jaw to your neck. You giggle as he showers you with affection.
As much as you could stay in his arms forever, you can’t.
You prop yourself up on your elbows before you stand, stumbling a bit as you do, to which Eddie responds by swiftly holding out his hand to steady you, still on the bed.
“Where are you going?”
You smile at him, kissing his knuckles.
“Need to pee.” You reply before slowly hobbling your way out his room, gripping whatever you could to keep yourself from falling.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Munson, what did you do to me?”
He laughs heartily, the sound causes your heart to flutter.
“Nothing that you didn’t want, princess.” He winks.
summary: when y/n thinks doms are just assholes and so her best friend Draco teaches her what a real dom is like.
WARNINGS: SMUT! VERY MATURE CONTENT! please do not proceed if you are not mature enough. Dom/Sub, Daddy kink, squirting, rough sex(but like… soft in a way? and AFTERCARE) Unprotected sex(please do not do this😁)
PAIRING: Soft!draco x Fem!reader
Ky: did i think of this while masterbating… yes yes i did.
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