guilty dad who feels so so bad about wanting to fuck his little girl x desperate nympho daughter who wants nothing more than for her dad to pump a load in her pussy
One thing I’ve always hated is where you search up a tag for an underrated character and think you’ve found a really good fanfic only to realize the author tags the whole entire cast.
this is for my beloved @jamiesdarlin who came up with this idea and it made me feral so i did what had to be done... and rewrote it about 5 times <3
Like a Villain- Jamie Campbell Bower/Henry Creel x Reader
summary: your boyfriend gets a haircut in preparation to play henry again and decides to surprise you when you come home...
warnings: NSFW!!! contains smut!! don't read if this makes you uncomfortable my love!
notes: i intended for this to be a male reader fic but i think it's more gender neutral :)
As you were driving home from work, you remembered Jamie was going to get his haircut today. It had grown out quite a lot since the last time he had it properly cut, and you thought the look really suited him. You liked running your fingers through his long hair, shampooing it when you would take showers and baths together, and just playing with it when the two of you would be watching a movie and he’d rest his head on your lap. You asked him to send you a picture after he had it cut, but he said no, he wanted to surprise you when you got home.
Shutting the door behind you, you kicked your shoes off and put your car keys by Jamie’s. It seemed a bit quiet, you wondered if your boyfriend was even home.
“Jamie? I’m home!” You called out before going into the kitchen to get a glass of water.
“How was work, darling?” Jamie asked, and as you turned around to face him you almost choked on your water.
Jamie leaned against the door frame, his hair had been cut a lot shorter, it had been lightened, and it appeared to have been slightly curled. Only one thing came to mind.
Henry.
And that was when you noticed what he was wearing, the white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the white trousers… It was clear he had done this on purpose, as he knew how you felt about this particular character.
“...” You were too shocked, perhaps even stunned, to answer his question. You didn’t know where to look, or how to react.
“It’s rude to stare, you know, darling.” He chuckled, his voice appearing darker, and he began to move closer to you, until he was looking down at you, a playful look in his eye as his hand came up to stroke your cheek.
“Jamie-”
“Shh,” he hushed you, placing his finger over your lips, “we’re going to go upstairs, love,” he said, his voice now slow and almost gentle, “and Henry is going to fuck you, just like you’ve always wanted. Okay?”
You were silenced, almost frozen in utter shock and undeniable arousal. You eagerly nodded your head, and Jamie smiled, winking at you before taking your hand, leading you to the bedroom.
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Once upstairs, Jamie shut the bedroom door behind the both of you before sitting down on the bed, his back against the headboard. He ordered you to undress, and he then patted his lap.
Once you were left in just your underwear, you joined him on the bed, straddling his hips as his hand came up to the back of your head, pulling your face closer to his and crashing his lips into yours. This took you by surprise, and you felt your heart skip a beat. He was being so much rougher with you than usual, and the way his other hand had a hold of your hip made you wonder if he would leave bruises on your skin, the way he bit down on your lip before he slowly pulled away from the kiss had you wondering if it was enough to draw blood…
“Jamie-” you were cut off as his hand sent a gentle slap to your face, before he took your jaw in his hand and moved your head, so you were looking at him. You couldn’t believe how turned on you were from the way he handled you, which usually would be with care, but you loved to see this rough side of him, and you were willing to see how far he would take it.
“Sweetheart…” He sighed, shaking his head as his eyes lit up with a devilish spark, “Jamie treats you so well, doesn’t he? He’s gentle, he can be slow and passionate when he fucks you, but you seem to be forgetting something…” His breathing began to get heavier as he spoke to you, it’s quite clear that he’s been waiting to do this for a while, and that he seems to be enjoying it more than he would care to admit, “Jamie’s not going to fuck you, baby. Henry will.”
You could feel the throbbing in your most private areas becoming harder and harder to ignore, and you were sure- given the position you were in- that he could feel it too.
“Say my name.” He demanded, a smirk creeping up on his face at how flustered you had become, watching as your cheeks redden at his words. When you didn’t answer him, he removed his hand from your hip, and it came down on your ass with a slap.
“Henry…” You said, it came out as almost a whimper, trying to avoid eye contact with the man that was making you feel this way.
“Say it again, love.” He teased, his hand now massaging the flesh of your ass, loving the effect he had on you.
“Henry.” You said, more confident this time as your eyes met his, seconds before his lips were back on yours again, and your arms came up to wrap around his neck, involuntarily grinding down against his hardening cock through his white trousers.
He bucked his hips up, sending shockwaves through your body, and you couldn’t take it anymore. Your hands came down to where your bodies met and your fingers fumbled around with his belt, but you quickly became frustrated, frowning against his lips as you struggled with it.
He was seemingly as needy as you at this moment as his hands quickly swatted yours away and he took his belt off, placing it beside him on the bed…
He wrapped an arm around you, flipping the both of you over so you were now beneath him, looking up at him with lust filled eyes, and your lips slightly parted as you caught your breath. He unbuttoned his trousers, but never fully undressed. Your hand reached down to wrap your fingers around his cock, needing to touch him there- but he took your wrists in one hand, his belt in the other, and he tied you up, wrapping the belt around the headboard to keep your arms in place, acting like handcuffs.
He then slid his hands down your body, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your underwear and pulling them ever so slowly down your legs before throwing them to the side. The velvety head of his cock was pressing into your thigh as he angled his head slightly and let a drop of spit land onto your area. He used it as lubrication as he pressed the tip of his thumb into your hole, grinning as he watched the sudden change of expression on your face.
He eased you open, preparing you to take his cock. You bit down on your lip as he switched from his thumb to two fingers, easing in and out of you, pleasure running through your body with each curl of his fingers as they pumped into you.
“Eyes on me.” He reminded you after your let your eyes fall shut. You angled your head to look at him, and he had the most devilish look upon his face, everything about Jamie was gone, from the way he held you to the way he spoke, his whole demeanour switched, and you were loving every moment of it.
He took his cock into his hand, and you gasped as you felt the tip nudge against your hole. Your hips bucked up, and he placed his other hand on your lower stomach to keep you in place as he teased you, pushing the very tip of his cock into you before withdrawing it again. You continued to squirm beneath him, arching your back as you tried to move your hips, needing him to fuck you and stop teasing.
“Please, I need you.” You whined, screwing your eyes shut, “Henry, please!”
You didn’t even notice he had untied your arms until you’re flipped over again. He ties your hands behind your back using his belt again and wraps his hands around your hips to pull your ass into the air whilst pushing your face down into the pillows.
“Not a sound, pet.” He tells you, “or I won’t let you finish. You don’t want that, do you?”
You shook your head.
“That’s what I thought.”
He holds onto your hip with one hand as the other positions his cock at your entrance, and he begins to slowly fill you up. You bite down on your lip as you feel your walls being stretched around his length, and he brushed against every spot inside you that made you want to scream his name.
Once he was settled inside you, you felt his hand stroke your back, before he began to slowly move his hips, sliding inches out of you to pound back into you. You gasped as his hand moved again, between your bodies, and you wanted to scream out. But you fought against the urge, burying your face further into the pillow.
The impact from his thrusts, the feeling of his pubic bone hitting your ass, only pushed you further into the pillows. When he noticed, he snaked an arm around your upper body, pulling your back to his chest, all whilst continuing to fuck you mercilessly.
His hand crept to your throat, his fingers wrapping around as he kissed the side of your neck, his freshly bleached hair tickling your delicate skin.
“You feel so good, darling. You’re doing such a good job. I can feel you getting close, just hold on a bit longer, okay?” He whispered, although it was more of a pant. His breath was warm as he spoke, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin, and the raspiness went straight to your core. “Just a bit longer.” He reminded you.
You tried to hold back the feeling that was slowly approaching. But as you felt his cock hit deeper and deeper inside you as his pace quickened, you worried you couldn’t hold out for him. However, your knees buckled when you felt him twitch inside you, you knew he was close too.
“Who’s fucking you like this, huh? Who’s making you feel this good? Say it, honey. Use your words.”
“Y-you, Henry.” You stutter, your half-lidded eyes making contact with his, “just you.”
“That’s right, baby,” he tells you, burying his face in the crook of your neck, placing a kiss there as he twitches inside you again, “you want it inside you, pet?”
You nod your head, a ‘please’ falling from your lips, although he could’ve mistaken it for a moan. However, with one last thrust of his hips, you felt yourself coming closer and closer, until it hit you all at once. The warmth of his seed made your belly tingle as you lost control of your limbs, falling back onto his chest. He held you up as he gave sharp strokes inside you, and you contracted around him, milking his cock of all it had.
"Fuck-" He said with a groan as he stilled inside you, feeling his heartbeat against your back as it began to beat in time with yours as you began to catch your breath.
He placed a final kiss to your neck before he released your wrists from the makeshift tie, placing a kiss on each of your wrists as he laid you down on the bed. As you laid down, he noticed his cum was already beginning to drip down your thighs. He parted your thighs again and leaned down, collecting it with his finger and pushing it back inside, causing you to hiss from the overstimulation. He patted your thigh as he spoke,
“Let’s keep it all where it belongs, darling.”
You could only wish this is how he would continue to fuck you as he prepared to play his character again.
Hiiii I don’t think Ive ever requested something b4 so idk if I’m doing this right but, Y/n and Jamie Campbell Bower are just freshly married and they go to their honeymoon maybe jamie surprise her and take her during this big honeymoon trip to a place in brazil that looks like exactly the place where bella and edward from twilight went for their honeymoon bc y/n only really like this moment in the twilight movies. and i don’t know why not they end up having a little fight bc y/n is a gemini sooooo she is really really sometimes unconsciously flirting with people and mostly guys by being sooooo nice and jamie starts a fight bc he thinks it’s so inappropriate
Hi lovely!! Fun fact, I was actually watching twilight when I wrote this! I hope you like it, sorry for it being quite short but I still tried to make it kinda cute, I hope its okay!! <33
'Til Death Do Us Part- Jamie Campbell Bower x Reader
warnings: none, there's a bit of an argument but it's not much!
note: i <3 jamie!
“Oh my- Jamie this place is beautiful!” You gasp as you finally realise where you were.
“I’m glad you like it, baby. I remembered you said this is where you always wanted to go for your honeymoon so…” Jamie blushed as he confessed, it made you feel warm inside knowing that he remembered such random details about you.
“It’s even better than the movies!” You truly can’t believe your eyes, “Jamie I can’t believe it!”
“Well, Mrs. Bower, you best believe it! Sorry we couldn't invite Edward Cullen- Oh, we have dinner booked for 7 at this fancy place I’ve heard about so maybe we should leave soon?”
“Of course! We don't wanna be late," you smile, holding your husband's hand as you walked together.
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“What the fuck was all that about?!” You shout as you and Jamie make it back to the house.
“You were flirting with him, y/n. On our honeymoon! What did you expect me to do? Sit back and watch? If I didn’t do something-” Jamie argued, throwing the keys down onto the table.
“I wasn’t flirting Jamie, I was just being nice? Did you want me to just ignore him?”
“Well, I’d rather you ignore him than fucking flirt with him! You wouldn’t like it if I started flirting with other girls would you? So imagine how I feel?”
“For fucks sake! I’m sorry, okay, Jamie. I’m sorry that I spoke to another man tonight. All he did was compliment my dress and I said thank you!”
Jamie didn’t say anything after that, instead he poured himself a glass of water and sat beside you on the sofa like nothing had just happened, and rest his hand on your knee.
“We’ve been married for almost 24 hours, and we’re already arguing as if it’s been 24 years!” He sighs, faux disappointment in his voice.
This makes you smile, what he said was very true.
“Do you think we’ll still be married in 24 years?” You ask, curiously.
“Yeah, of course.” He answers, rather matter-of-fact-ly as he puts an arm around you to pull you closer to him, “‘Til death do us part, baby.”
Pairing: Dev Patel characters (Kid Monkey Man, Sir Gawain, Joshua, Neal, David Copperfield) x GN reader
Word count: 1.9K
Warnings: Nothing really, reader is sick, nothing specific is mentioned but I guess it's more generic cold/bug kinda sick vibes? A lot of fluff! Reader has no physical descriptions. Not proofread!
A/N: This is my first time writing and posting for Dev characters outside of Monkey Man (I've had a few but I just haven't finished them oops)! This is a Sickcember fic and I have more Monkey Man fics here. Let me know what you think, I hope you all enjoy this! Comments and reblogs are appreciated! @royalsunshinehotel has also done Dev characters x sprained ankle reader HCs you should read too!🫶
Kid (Monkey Man)
Kid will stay with you at your side the whole time you’re feeling unwell, both when it feels like you’re in the storm of sickness and adoringly so even when you tell him it’s only a little sniffle or yawn and that he no longer needs to. Kid stays with you whether you’re sleeping or awake, he’s extremely attentive and takes watching over his lover extremely seriously. He needs to have an eye on you 24/7 and barely sleeps when you’re feeling unwell.
Kid isn’t deterred at all from you being sick, he still wants to be close to you and provide as much comfort as he can while you’re under the weather. He’ll still sleep next to you and if you tell him to go and sleep somewhere else he’ll roll his eyes and just wrap his arms around you in response. He’s a constant big spoon, he’ll curl his body around yours to however you’re laying. If you’re needing some extra heat therapy on a sore muscle or joint he’ll have his warm hand there for wherever you need him.
If you whisper that you have a headache or your neck feels stiff because of the awkward position you slept in last night (it was the only one that felt comfortable for your weak body) he’ll gently massage your temple or neck.
He’ll spend the day making and pouring cup after cup of chai for you, insisting you drink each one and keep up with your fluids. Each time you finish a cup he’ll press a kiss to your forehead, it starts to create a sort of Pavlov’s conditioning but you’re not complaining, it’s a reward you both adore and it’s the best motivator you could imagine to keep you drinking.
Even after you’re finally feeling better, he’ll still give you a forehead kiss each time you finish a cup of chai. Only you know just how sweet he is.
Sir Gawain (The Green Knight)
When you’re feeling unwell Gawain dotes on you, with the support of the court’s servants of course. He’ll crawl into bed with you while you’re feeling unwell and sprawl his lean body out like a blanket over you. When you’re awake and feeling unwell and don’t want to move, Gawain nibbles on your ear and shoulder insisting you to take a hot bath to warm yourself up. He has a herbal remedy from his mother, an earthy tonic with smells your sick nose can’t decipher or appreciate, that she prepared and instructed him to use for you.
A maid will prepare the bath and then he’ll carry you into the warm water. Gawain will quietly but immediately slip in with you, he’s a man always in need of a wash after all. He’ll sit in the warm tub with his chest to your back and wrap his arms around you, gently washing your aching body and your hair. He’ll also hum and watch you, letting you drift off to sleep against his chest in the blanket of the warm, medicinal water, he’ll caress your arm gently and silently take in every fine line, blemish, mole, scar that he can see on your body and commit every beautifully unique mark to memory.
Just before the water cools, Gawain will quietly wake you up and help you dry yourself and then carry you to bed and lounge with you the whole time. He has little in the way of responsibilities so it’s more than convenient to get to keep you in his bed. He’ll try to feed you hot soups and when you can’t stomach another spoonful he’ll quietly finish it off for you.
Gawain will continue this new routine of spending almost every hour of the day in bed with you for as long as you’re feeling unwell, even if it is a bout of illness that lasts more than a few weeks. He’ll continue taking a hot bath with you everyday, your illness makes him bathe more than he ever has in his life. Gawain will also quietly sit with you when you’re feeling up for sitting and will oil your hair before the days he washes it for you in the bath. You’ve never been quite so pampered. Whenever your appetite comes back or you get a craving, he has the kitchen immediately prepare it and he also has you drinking teas his gorgeous mother has concocted just for you.
When you start to feel better, Gawain will nuzzle into your shoulder and say that the two of you should just continue to spend the rest of your lives in bed.
Josh Madika (Modern Love)
Joshua will check his phone during the day to see you’ve messaged saying that you’ve gone home early because you’re feeling unwell. He’ll then leave work early as well and before you have the chance to even send another text of sick-brain typos he’s left work as well to go to the pharmacy and buy everything. Everything.
He doesn’t know what’s wrong, it could be a cold, stomach bug, headache, maybe even a sprain. But he’s making sure that when he gets home, he’s more than prepared. He carries a basket around, adding an electric heat pad, a wheat bag, just so that you have options for heat therapy. He doesn’t add in a hot water bottle, his mother has made sure it’s not something he’d ever consider fortunately for you. Tiger balm, electrolytes, ginger chews, two boxes of different over the counter anti-inflammatories, cough syrup, a topical cream for sore muscles (even though he knows there’s a tub of something similar and better that his mother has given him that’s at home). He adds some vaporub, lozenges, and paracetamol.
When Joshua comes home he bashfully reveals the contents of his large shopping bag filled with the goods. You can’t help but chuckle at the thoughtfulness and how shy he looks as he waits for your reaction, realising in the moment that this might be what’s considered going overboard. You happily accept some of the medications and he practically tucks you into bed and then goes into the kitchen to get you some water and ginger tea. He orders in soup and hands you the tea and water. Joshua then sits down on the bed next to you, one hand rubbing your leg while the other sets an alarm for several hours when you can have more medicine.
When the soup arrives, he dishes it up and then sits in bed with you. He lets you choose a film to watch while you both eat dinner, and he tries to bribe you with kisses to eat more soup and sip more water and tea. It mostly works.
Neal Sampat (The Newsroom)
Neal wants to call in sick to work when you wake up feeling unwell, but you insist you’ll be fine at home and that you’ll just spend the day in bed resting. He feels completely guilty though, he feels guilty as he gets ready, as he leaves and commutes to the office and spends every minute at his desk feeling guilty.
Within less than half an hour, everyone on the floor knows that you, Neal’s beloved partner, is sick.
Within three hours, he can’t take it anymore. The guilt is eating him, he’s been sending you lots of check in messages and he needs to go home. He loudly and unconvincingly coughs and says that he thinks he needs to leave and has caught whatever you have. Maggie rolls her eyes but doesn’t say anything, Mac obviously sees through it but waves him off to go home. When he goes back to work next he’ll “crack” on his little lie and make some heartfelt apology to Mac and Will as if he committed a sin.
You can’t help but laugh when Neal comes back home, he immediately hugs you and curls his body around yours. He tells you that he missed you and felt terrible more times than you count. Neal smiles as he cuddles you and whispers in your ear all the random passive aggressive flirting and updates on Jim and Maggie he saw in the office and a breakthrough on a story before you take a nap.
While you nap Neal researches which medications and brands are best, which ones have more ethical origins, are involved with lawsuits etc. He’ll also find random remedy recipes on the internet that you’ve never heard of and will try to convince you that research is on your side to try them. He gets fully engrossed in several rabbit holes while next to you, so it’s nothing new really.
Neal makes you a cup of tea, gets you all of the softest blankets and pillows for you to be bundled up in and when you’re comfortable in bed he’ll put his laptop on his lap and pull up his Bigfoot presentation. He’ll excitedly whisper his points to you, being mindful of any potential ear aches or headaches you might have. He’s completely animated as he whispers to you and then shows you clips of shaky handheld footage of blurs and interviews in forests.
You blink tiredly and nod along, indulging him, his eyes twinkle when he’s so excited and that’s what you’ll remember when this is over and you’re feeling better. Not any of the conspiracy theories, because of your fatigue, brain fog and drowsiness courtesy of modern medicine’s side effects. But that twinkle instead.
David Copperfield (The Personal History of David Copperfield)
David insists on you being on bedrest, he’ll even have a doctor come for a house visit and confirm that. He doesn’t like it when others are ill or uncomfortable, his good and kind nature is a significant part of who he is, so he of course feels more protective and worried about you even if it is something more minor. When the doctor confirms you need rest, David will smile and nod while flashing you a cheeky look that has a faint but visible (to you) ‘I told you so!’
While you’re sick, David will stay at your bedside for every single minute that he can and will happily wait on you hand and foot. There’s a constant stream of tea, snacks (even if you’re nauseous or have no appetite), cold compresses for your forehead, anything you could need (that’s not modern medicine obviously) he’s making that happen for you.
He has his journal and several scraps of paper with him. Sometimes David will hold your hand while writing next to you, especially when you’re sleeping, it helps him feel close to you. But when you’re awake he’ll read his new quotes to you, constructing new potential stories as you listen with a drowsy brain. Whenever a quote makes you smile or laugh, David completely lights up and will jot something down, delighted with himself to have brought a little bit of joy to you while you feel unwell.
But it’s a double edged sword, of course. Nobody has a perfect brain and especially not when they’re sick, so almost everything you say while feeling under the weather or while half asleep is quickly written down. Some of it is bound to haunt and confuse you when you’re feeling better and your mind is a bit sharper, of course. But that’s something David will gladly show and remind you of as soon as you’ve recovered.
- He's definitely a golden retriever, I must say. We cannot hide from the truth which is: he's a very active person, always on something, doing things, etc.
- He talks a lot...a lot. Rambling anything that passes through his mind (he loves to share his thoughts with you).
- Dev is a warm person. Loves to smack you with kisses. Slow ones, eager ones, simple pecks, wet smooches, GEEZ!
- I have a feeling dev is a silly romantic. Like he would appear one day using a sweatshirt with your initials written on.
- He would combine your outfits secretly. You both are almost ready to go, you're using something black and white for example, he would RUN and change to match your pallet. YES I KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING!
(+ he would deny in the beginning of your relationship but further would confess proudly)
- He cannot cook... I mean it. But he knows how to chop so...you guys can try to have a dinner date thing... Don't recommend it though... He's messy...
- Dev is a tall man but he loves to have you in front of him, to watch you downwards with puppy eyes waiting for you to get closer. He's waiting for you to finish talking so he can grab your thighs, pull you to his lap and kiss under your hair.
- Observers while you talk about your day attentively. Takes some mental notes: bring some baked goods in the next day to cheer you up.
- Doesn't like to cook but loves to feed you and have you all comfie and warmed up, all cuddly.
Your shift ended long after sunset, but the fluorescent lights still burned behind your eyes. Scrubs stained, hair tied up in a tired knot, your hands trembled from adrenaline and too much caffeine. You barely remembered the last name you called, the last set of vitals you charted.
The only thing keeping you upright was the memory of the text he sent:
“I’ll be waitin’ out front. Don’t worry about a thing, love.”
And there he was.
Rafe leaned against his truck, arms crossed, baseball cap low over his eyes, the same calm weight he always carried — like nothing could shake him. When your steps faltered, he stood straighter. And when your shoulders dropped, he opened the door without a word.
You slid in, still in your scrubs, still in your head.
The ride was quiet. Not awkward — just peaceful.
Rafe didn’t ask questions. Didn’t need to.
He drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on your thigh. His thumb traced lazy, knowing circles, squeezing it occasionally.
When he pulled up to the house, he turned off the engine and turned to you.
“Wait here for me a second, sweetness.”
You blinked as he got out, walked around, and opened your door for you. The chivalry wasn’t new — but tonight, it felt like more than habit. It felt like care wrapped in quiet command.
Once inside, he didn’t flick on the overheads. Just soft, golden lamps, casting the living room in a warm hush. He helped you out of your shoes, kneeling without a word, fingers grazing your ankle like a promise.
Then he stood, eyes sweeping over you — slow, like he was memorizing the exhaustion in your body.
“Bathroom’s ready,” he said, voice low and rough. “Go sit on the edge of the tub for me.”
You hesitated. “Rafe, you don’t have to—”
“I know I don’t have to,” he said, stepping closer, hand brushing your lower back. “But I want to. You’re my girl — I take care of what’s mine.”
You obeyed, too tired to argue, too grateful to try.
The bathroom smelled like eucalyptus and warmth — sandalwood, maybe. Him. Steam curled up from the tub. A towel and one of his shirts were folded neatly on the counter.
He joined you a moment later, crouching in front of you. His hands found the hem of your scrub top, thumbs brushing your sides.
“Arms up, gorgeous.”
You lifted them slowly. He pulled the shirt over your head with care, baring your shoulders like he was unwrapping something sacred. He didn’t flinch at the stains. Didn’t look away from the dark circles under your eyes.
Only you.
Only his girl.
He undressed you the way he touched you — confident, gentle, slow. Not like he was stripping you down, but like he was taking off everything the day had done to you.
Then he straightened, held out a hand.
“C’mon. In you go, lovely.”
The bath water wrapped around you like silk. You sank in with a quiet sound, something like relief, something like release.
“Mm,” you murmured. “You tryin’ to ruin me, Rafe?”
He chuckled low, pulling a stool up behind you. The sound rolled through the steam, deep and warm.
“Darlin’,” he drawled, voice like honey and smoke, “if I wanted to ruin you, I’d be doin’ a whole lot more than runnin’ your bath.”
You glanced back at him, heart stuttering.
“But right now,” he continued, wetting a sponge, “you don’t need ruined. You need looked after.”
He started on your arms — slow strokes that soothed and grounded. When he got to your shoulders, his hands lingered, strong and warm.
“You give all that love to everybody else,” he murmured. “Time you let me pour some back into you.”
You exhaled shakily. “You already do.”
“Not enough,” he said, brushing your hair back. “Not the way I want to.”
He moved to your back, pressing the sponge over your spine with reverent precision. When you leaned into him, heavy with fatigue, he didn’t shift. Just wrapped an arm around your front and held you against his chest.
“Right here,” he whispered, lips near your ear. “Let go, baby. I’ve got you.”
And you did.
You let your head fall against him. Let his hands take their time.
Let yourself be his.
⸻
When the water cooled, he lifted you out with a quiet grunt, wrapping the towel around you like he was swaddling something breakable.
You tucked your face into his neck, voice muffled.
“You don’t have to carry me.”
“I know, sweetness.” He kissed your temple. “But I want to. You’re mine to hold.”
⸻
He laid you on the bed, pulled your silk babydoll over your head — hem brushing your thighs. Then climbed in after you, tugging you into his arms like it was instinct.
No TV. No phone.
Just the weight of his palm on your waist. His breath at your neck. His lips brushing your temple.
“You did good today,” he murmured. “Real damn good.”
Your eyes filled. “I didn’t save her. She was so young.”
He didn’t say you tried your best. He didn’t offer cheap comfort.
He kissed your shoulder — slow and sure.
“I know, love. And I know you carried that.”
When the tears came, soft and silent, he just held you tighter.
Let you fall apart against his chest. The sound of your soft muffled sobs made his heart ache a little for you.
And when you finally drifted off — to the scent of him, the steady rhythm of his breathing, the weight of his arm wrapped around you — it was the first time in days the world felt quiet.
Summary: maybe getting angry sometimes isn’t too bad.
Word count: 3.1k+
Warnings: orgasm denial, pussy slapping, spanking, creampie, spitting kink, face slapping, hair pulling, name-calling, smoking, oral, fingering, panty sniffing (he stuffs his boxers in her mouth, too), unprotected (wrap it up, people, wrap it up or else Namjoon will spank you), cum eating, degradation, daddy kink, doggy style, cuffs, anal, breath play(?), choking, biting, squirting, aftercare ('cause I love it).
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Masterpost.
“Do you even know how dumb you make me look?” your husband, Jungkook, screams at you. “Fifteen fucking years together and this one bitch comes and you trust that cunt over me?”
“Am I wrong?” you scream back. “A hot, sexy assistant is what you got to know and why wouldn’t you wanna have a taste of her?!”
Jungkook’s new assistant is, to say the least, known for wrecking homes. And somehow that bitch wrapped your naive heart in her fingers and filled you with rumours regarding him and herself accidentally as she didn’t know you were his wife as if you two haven’t been together out on the events and face of every possible magazine at least once.
Jungkook’s jaw ticked as he stood up and walked towards you with a feral look in his eyes. “Taste of her?” he growled.
“Yes, taste of her. Isn’t that right? Wouldn't you want to fuck her; someone sexy, hot, desirable?” you push his chest.
“Why would I?” he yells.
“Why wouldn't you?”
“Fucking-,” he cut himself off and hold you by the roots of your hair and pull you with him to the mirror. “Because I wanna fuck you and love you forever!” he makes you look in the mirror, nowhere being gentle.
“I don’t believe you!” you turn around in his hold and slap him across the face. Your jealousy hitting the skyline.
Jungkook’s face turned dark. Your only warning before he threw you on the bed was “Then let me make you believe.”
You bounced as you landed on the bed. He roughly pulled your legs up, yanked your shorts down your legs and threw them somewhere behind him. “Mrs doesn’t believe,” he scoffs. “Now you fucking will and never forget.”
You gasped as he pulled you up by your hair and draped you across his lap as he sat down on the edge of the bed. He harshly pulled up your thongs, making you inhale sharply as the flimsy cloth rubbed against your clit. He rubbed your ass gently before landing a tight slap across your perfect ass cheek, “fuck,” you groaned.
He dipped his fingers under your g-string and pinched your clit making you moan pathetically. “Be a good bitch and count,” he pinched it harder when you didnt start counting.
“One!” you gasped.
He hummed and landed another smack, worse than before. Your pussy clenched around nothing. “Two.”
“Look at your fucking pussy already leaking through his sorry piece of panty,” he pulled and snapped back. “Might as well get rid of this shit,” he growled as he tore it apart and brought the big wet patch to his nose and sniffed it deeply. “Oh,” he moans. “Keep the counting going.”
Like you weigh nothing, Jungkook picked you up and threw you back on the bed. You looked up at him as he removed his pants and white button-up. His hot abs are now on full display. His muscles flexed as he climbed over to you and ripped your tank top off you. Your boobs jiggle free and your nipples tighten with the utter, shameless need for this sinful man in front of you. You looked down at his huge bulge as your mouth watered.
“You want me to agree with you as you claim to cheat allegations on me?” he muttered, darkly. “You want me to agree with you that I will leave my fucking sexy wife and fuck some fucking assistance who is nowhere near as beautiful as you?”
Your heart rammed against your ribcage. As much as your insecurity flared in front of that sexy bimbo, you felt filthily gorgeous as he was looking at you like an animal. Deep down you knew she was getting into your head but your doubt on yourself was too much to argue with her.
“What? Cat got your tongue. Hm?” he snarls. He spreads your legs wide open as he lowers himself between them. He buried his nose between your wet folds and sniffed as he groaned. Look into your eyes.
“Jungkook!” a surprised scream left your lips as he slapped your wet pussy, hard. His palm inflated on your pussy as rubbed it painfully slowly.
“And leave my delicious cunt for someone else,” he bit your inner thigh, leaving his mark there.
You were gasping for air from his harsh treatment. He had never been this hard on you. And now when he is being hard, you crave it more.
Jungkook could feel your clit throbbing against his palm, hotly. “You like that, huh?” he bites again. “You like it when I bite you, huh? Such a fucking whore,” he spits on your cunt and wraps his lips around your clit and sucks it in his mouth, his tongue flat against your nub, playing with it.
Your back arches and fingers fist his hair and push him flush against your pussy. He works down and thrusts his tongue in your hot cunt, his big nose rubbing deliciously against your throbbing clit. “Please,” you don’t know what you are demanding.
“Shut up!” he snaps and slaps your clit, making your whole body shudder. You look at him wide-eyed. Jungkook has spanked your ass plenty of times but your pussy? Your eyes roll back as he lands another one, harder than the previous one. “Count.”
“Three… four,” you whine as he shoves his two thick fingers into your hole.
“Look at that,” he kissed your thigh as he watches his fingers in your cunt. “Your fucking cunt is swallowing my finger like the greedy cunt that it is.”
“Mmm,” you hummed as he groped your tit. He crawled up, his fingers still inside you, and sucks your other nipple. His soft hair brushes your chin. Your breath hitches and let out another moan as he slaps your dripping cunt again. “Five,” you whisper in his ear.
Your walls clenched around his fingers as he thrust them back. Knowing you were cumming, he removed himself from your trembling body.
“No!” you cry out loud at the loss of his touch. You were so close to coming undone but he ripped it apart.
His chest was pumping up and down with his laboured breath. You looked so fucking fuckable as you lay there covered in sweat and that needy fucking look in your sexy eyes.
He removed his boxer briefs and bunched them in his hand. “Open your mouth,” he orders. But you just gape at him like a damn fish. Already running low on patience, he squeezed your cheeks and stuffed them in your mouth.
Your fingers fisted the sheets. Everything was turning you on more and more. It felt like your body was on fire. And he was just fueling it more and more.
He pulled out your favourite pink fluffy cuffs. Pulling you in a seated position, he cuffed your hands behind you and pushed you back all while you shamelessly eyed his long, fat cock swinging with each and every move he made. A pearly bead of precum was shining on top. All you wanted to do was to lick and choke yourself on his length.
“I’ll make sure you never fucking forget that I will only fuck my slutty cunt,” he rubs hot length against your slit, making it wet and ready with your slick. He thrust his thick, angry pink head in your pussy and mercilessly fucks you.
Your bed bangs against the walls and makes a creaky noise. His cock hits deep inside you, fucking your spongy spot, making your toes curl and eyes water.
“Fucking, whore,” he growls. His thumb rubs tight circles of swollen clit and his other hand wraps around your neck. He chokes you just enough to make you lightheaded.
You moan loudly against his boxers as he fucks you into the mattress. You were already going half-dumb under his sinful spell.
“Look at you,” he taunts. “All whiny and dumb for me.”
His fingers were digging in your neck. You could feel all of his angry thrusts in you. He was hitting the spot with each of them. His breath was coming as wretched as yours. The sweat was beading down his hard chest and abs.
Jungkook removed his hand from your clit and neck, still inside you, he grabbed a cigarette and lit it. As he took a deep drag, he removed his boxers from your mouth and blew it in your mouth. He smirked as he felt your walls trembling around his length.
“Jung-,” your breath hitched and turned into a moan as he thrust back into you.
“Oh, fuck,” he hissed. Your loud moans and his groans filled the room. “Fuck!”
He bent and squeezed your mouth open, “gimme your fucking tongue,” he rasped. You barely followed his order and he spat on your tongue. “Swallow.” Your eyes rolled back as you swallowed. Surprised by his lewd acts, you clenched around his length as you came all over his cock.
You gasp when he lands a slap across your face. It was not painful but just hot enough to make your cunt clench painfully around him. “Did I ask you to fucking cum?”
“N-no,” you whined.
Jungkook pulled out and manhandled you on your belly, pulling your hips up. His large hand pushed your face into the mattress, gripping by your hair.
“Then how dare you fucking come,” he moaned as he plunged back. “Fuck, your cunt is always ready to take my cock,” he rasp, spitting on his cock as he pushes back in.
His other hand holds the cuffs around your wrists, cigarette clutched between his fingers. “Daddy, please,” you moan and bite the sheets.
“Such a fucking slut, my whore,” he pulls your head back and spits on your face, smearing it and pushing his fingers down your throat as you choke on them.
His hand left the cuffs and brought the cigarette to his mouth and clutched it between his teeth and wrapped that hand around your neck, keeping you in place.
The drool was running down your chin to your breasts. He has never been this rough with you but fuck, you would poke him every day if he turned into this demon.
You turned your head to the side to look at his face. His hair was sticking to his face, his lips wrapped around the cigarette. He took a drag and blew it in your face. He was hot.
Your tongue licked his fingers and moved as if giving a blow job. A smirk pulled on his pretty face. He plastered your back to his hard front, removing his fingers, he tossed you back on your back.
“Open your mouth,” he said as he climbed on top of you and slapped your face with his heavy cock. He ran his pink head around your lips. You wrapped your lips around his swollen head and sucked it with hollow cheeks. You moaned around him, tasting yourself on his cock. He pushed it all into your throat, making you gag around him. He was all the way down your throat. He pinched your nose and fucked your mouth. You could taste his salty precum in your mouth.
With every second, his thrusts got sloppier. Your lungs burned with the lack of air. You thrashed under him.
“Fuck,” he moaned as the thick spurts of his cum started to hit the back of your throat. He pulled his cock out and pained your face with the rest of his cum.
He sat next to you and smeared his cum all over your face. You were so fucked, and coughing as you were finally able to breathe again. “Would I let myself cover that bitch in my cum? Fuck no.”
He brings the same hand down to your cunt and fingers your hole “or this?” he said and stumped the burning butt on the ashtray.
“Daddy,” you whimper.
“What?” still fingering your quivering pussy. “You thought this was over?” he scoffed and stood up.
From the drawer, he pulled out the lube and unclasped it. Pulling you by your legs, he brought you to the edge of the bed.
Pushing your legs apart, he bent you in half. Your knees were touching your chin. You could barely keep your eyes open. Your body jerked when he poured cold lube on your tight rim.
“Wha-” you began.
“Take whatever I give you,” he rubbed your rim with his fingers and slowly pushed them in. “So fucking tight,” he groaned. “Gonna fuck you so good, y/n, gonna fuck that shitty thought out of your fucking brain,” he scissors your tight hole. “Look at your cunt, I knew you were a fucking whore for me. You are dripping everywhere,” he runs his fingers across your sensitive cunt and bends down to suck your clit in his mouth as he helps you get used to his fingers in your ass.
When relaxed enough, he replaced his fingers with his cock. His blunt head pushed past your back hole. “Daddy!” you screamed at the intrusion.
“Yes, baby. Scream for Daddy. Beg me to fuck your hole full of my cum,” he sank more and more of his cock into you until his pelvis was touching your thighs, growlung. He pulled your legs around his shoulder and leaned down to capture your pointed nipple in his mouth, letting your hole ease around his length. “So fucking tight. Remind me to fuck you more here.”
“Fuck me!” you whimper, letting him know you were ready. Your loins were on fire.
Jungkook found it hard to keep his breath equal. He was just as ruined as you were. He finally pulled his aching cock slightly out then plunged it back inside with a forceful thrust. Slowly, he started to fuck you harder and harder.
Your mouth fell open, hot noises came out of your mouth. Your tits juggled with each sharp thrust. You had no thought left in your brain. If someone asked you your name, you wouldn't remember.
Jungkook looked at your juicy pussy and pushed his fingers, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit. Your back arched painfully and you let out a silent scream, clenching around his cock tightly, you came all over him.
His eyes were wide open as he looked at your cunt squirting over yourself and him. He slapped it, making you tremble with shocks running down your body.
His cock twitched in your hole, finally bursting and filling your asshole with his hot cum. He slowed his thrusts and slumped over your shivering body.
He had never come so much before. His own body was trembling with how hard he came into your hole. Your heartbeat was running wild against his ear, matching his own.
Your sight was to behold. Your face was covered with his cum and spit. Your makeup was running down your face. So fucked and beautiful. Your pussy and asshole was throbbing with how sensitive they were. Your cheeks, both face and ass, were red from the slapping and spanking.
Jungkook pulled his phone and took a picture of you so that he could show you just how fucked and gorgeous you looked when you were not dazed.
“Did you see what you just did?” he asked you, looking at your dazed, cum and spit-coated face. “Baby?” his eyes widened when he saw you breaking down.”
You surprised Jungkook and yourself by squirting. Now once in your whole life, you ever squirted. “Mmm,” too tired to speak. You just wanted to hug him close and cry, not because you were hurt but because you were overwhelmed with strong orgasms he pulled out of you. “Hands,” you whispered.
Jungkook quickly pulled out, making both of you hiss in sensitivity. He took the key and unlocked the cuffs from your back. Your wrists were red and bruised. The sheet underneath was torn by how hard you were clutching them. Jungkook pulled you into his lap and kissed your wrists.
You wrapped your arms around him and silently cried in the crook of his neck. “I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry, baby. I shouldn't have been so harsh. I'm sorry,” kept repeating.
You pulled slightly and took his face between your hands. “I loved it,” you muttered around his lips. “I’m just overwhelmed and overstimulated, that's all.”
Chuckling, he kissed your lips. Your tongue tangled with his as he rubbed your back with a soothing hand. He then picked you up and brought you to the bathroom. “I would run you a bath but I can't wait to cuddle you, baby.”
He helped you under the warm shower and clean yourself. His gentle hands washed every part of your body. You flinched when he cleaned your pussy.
Soon, you were wrapped in a fluffy towel and sitting on the sofa chair in your room as Jungkook changed the sheets.
You both ruined the previous one completely. “Maybe we should keep them in memory of our first filthy fuck,” He joked but you knew he would indeed wash them and keep them in his closet.
Jungkook brought you to the bed and helped you under the blanket. He rubbed the ointment on your wrists, too, and gave you water and a little snack.
Cuddling you close to his chest, he lit another cigarette, kissed your shoulder and then your head. You both shared the cigarette back and forth while talking.
“Baby, never doubt my loyalty for you,” he muttered. “Why would I cheat on you? You are my part. My love. My heart. My soulmate. My freaky partner. My everything.”
You shifted in his hold, “I just— I don't know, she is so much better.”
Jungkook frowned, “the fuck not. She is not. You are! You are my woman, my wife. The most gorgeous, beautiful, magnificent, immaculate, majestic, marvellous woman ever.”
You giggled and hugged him tighter. Your body was still recovering from all the lewd things he did to you. “Promise me you will fuck me like this more often?”
Your husband laughed and tickled your sides. “Aren't you a dirty girl?”
“Only for you,” you kissed his chest.
“If I had known, I would have fucked you like today way before… and made you squirt…” he peppers your skin with kisses. Then he looked into your eyes with seriousness. “Tomorrow, the first thing I will do is to fire her, yeah? I don't want that bitch to work under my name. I won’t accept such behaviour. And she made you cry and doubt my love so she must suffer.”
You would ask otherwise but this one time, you won't mind. You don't want her to work for him either. “Thank you.”
“Anything for you, baby…” he cuddled you even closer and dropped an innocent kiss on your lips as you slowly drifted away, letting the sleep overtake you.
sugardaddy!lewis hamilton who's sitting on the couch, his head resting in one hand that's on the arm of the couch as the other's flipping through random channels on his tv. his head cranes from one side to another, trying to avoid your frame that keeps blocking his view. you've been ranting for the past 2 hours about how he bought you the wrong purse. lewis, the one who spent days planning your visit and thought it would be nice of him to gift his baby an expensive purse.
and here she was being ungrateful, he doesn't say anything when he stands up, stretching his arms as he turns the tv off. he'd let you finish your tantrum before joining him in his bedroom. and then you throw the remote at his back, watching him stiffen before glancing over his shoulder with a scowl that sent shivers down your spine.
you're thrown over his should, legs kicking as you squeal and apologize profusely, "i'm sorrry, i'm sorry, lew, i didn't mean it! i'm sorry!"
but he tosses you onto your stomach on his plush bed, quickly getting out of his clothes as he mutters how ungrateful you were, how you were being such a bitch.
"spent days wanting to see my girl and spoil her, and yet here she is being a little bitch because i didn't spend 30 fucking thousand dollars on the exact purse she wanted," he brings your ass into the air, spanking you a couple times, hard enough to have silent tears roll down your eyes. you didn't mean to be ungrateful! you were just being a bit upset, that's all!
he's rutting into you, barely giving you time to adjust as he wraps his arm around your throat, flexing his bicep that suffocates you in the best way possible, forcing you to look at the reflection of him fucking you in the large mirror.
"this is what happens to girls when they're ungrateful," he growls in your ear, and every time you shut your eyes to let the tears out, he slaps your ass which has you whining as you gaze at your reflection. your tight cunt is constricting him, you're so close to cumming, so close to letting your eyes roll to the back of your head as he pounds into you but he quickly pulls out and paints your back with his cum. you whine and scream into a pillow in frustration, glancing at him with a frown on your lips. he tsks at you, smiling cruelly,
"i don't owe you anything, baby. you got the bag, you didn't like it. if i make you cum, what if you don't like it too?" he teases, and he walks into the bathroom, ignoring your cries.
he pokes his head out, watching you sobbing, "if you can be a good girl for me, i might let you cum in the shower"
and that's all it takes for you to scramble off the bed and into his arms.
headcanons — younger!girlfriend x lewis hamilton / how he acts with the age-gap.
– he never makes you feel “young” in a bad way. he adores your energy. he finds your curiosity charming, your joy contagious, your youth something to protect — never something to control. he’s not “trying to keep up,” he’s just… enjoying watching you bloom.
– but oh, he knows you’re younger. and sometimes he uses that in the most gentle, cocky way:
“You weren’t even born when that came out.”
“God, I forget how much of a baby you are sometimes.”
(“You love that,” you mutter, and he just smirks.)
– he overprepares when you meet his friends. he knows what people say. he knows some people will assume you’re just a pretty little thing. but he makes sure everyone knows you're brilliant, independent, and exactly where you chose to be — beside him.
– you’re more touchy than him in public, but he’s more intense in private. in public he’s cool, calm, protective — always a hand on your lower back, a soft whisper in your ear, sunglasses hiding his eyes watching you. but alone? he’s all hands and kisses and mine.
– he’s so good at handling your anxiety. like when you spiral thinking, "am I just a phase? a distraction? do people think I’m using him?" he holds your face, so soft, so serious. “Baby, I’ve lived a thousand lives. And you’re the first thing that feels like home.”
– he calls you things like:
“my girl” // “baby” // “little one” (low voice, teasing) // “my star” // “love” (all the time)
but especially “my girl.” that’s the one he uses when he’s proud of you. always warm, always sure.
– he lets you teach him new things. TikTok trends. fashion apps. your generation’s slang. he pretends to roll his eyes but absolutely eats it up when you say “ok slay” and pat his chest.
– sometimes, he has moments of guilt. like he wonders if he’s holding you back, or if you’ll resent him later. you always catch it. you always kiss it away.
– he spoils you quietly. it’s not flashy. it’s intentional. a rare record you mentioned once. a book he annotated just for you. a plane ticket tucked inside a love note. he doesn’t care what it costs — he just wants you to feel wanted.
– he can’t handle when you wear his clothes. it makes the age gap feel hot, not just cute. especially when it’s one of his tour shirts from 2015, half-slipping off your shoulder.
“You were what? Seventeen when this came out?”
“Shut up,” you laugh, and he’s already grabbing your waist.
– he knows the world can be mean about the gap. so he protects you in little ways. holding your hand tighter in public. shielding you from press. calling you his girl just a little louder when you look unsure.
– he never lets you feel less than. not in age. not in experience. not in anything.
you’re not “young and naive” to him.
you’re “wise and glowing and full of fire.”
and he tells you that. often.
– and the truth is… he falls harder every time you choose him again.
because despite the years between you —
you still reach for him.
and he never stops being amazed by that.
