Maybe if people updated more we wouldn't turn to ai
You’re a pathetic, impatient loser. Fanfic writers owe you nothing, and their writing is their own, not yours to do with as you choose, you entitled brat.
synopsis. There is a lot to deal with whenever your horny roommate ends up drunk as fuck.
pairings. roomate!jk x fem!reader.
genre: 18+, cringe, smut, crack & comedy.
warnings. 18+, explícït längüägë, vëry gräphïc änd fïlthÿ dïälögüë, drünk Jüngkook, H Ô R N Y JK, ïntënsë sëxüäl tënsïön, rïdïcülöüsly bôld flïrtätïön, händ pläçëmënts gëttïng ä lïttlë tóó clösë, dïrty hümör, änd füll-ön läck öf fïltër, brò ís hórny.
note. I just can’t get enough of him. You know like he’s so cringe it it’s almost adorable and I think I am highly attracted to him but like if this flops that’s completely OK but you know you kind of want him too! BESTIE ENJOY AND PLEASE SHARE YOUR FEEDBACK AND THOUGHTS!!! also like don’t think about what d&d stands for… it just stands for some thing I thought of, but you can guess what it is. 🥰👁️💞
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It all started innocently enough.
You were minding your business, well, trying to, anyway, sitting in the living room with your favorite movie on.
You were practically drowning in popcorn, the TV blaring in the background, when you heard it:
the unmistakable sound of Jungkook’s loud, obnoxious laugh echoing from the kitchen.
That was your first warning sign.
He was clearly already drunk. It was barely past 9 PM.
You sighed dramatically, already knowing what was about to unfold.
He had been with the guys all afternoon, and they’d clearly made it their mission to get him obliterated tonight.
You were certain they were probably still laughing about how he’d tried to dance earlier and somehow got his foot caught in the rug, nearly faceplanting in front of all of them.
“EUNWOO SHUT THE FUCK UP BRO.”
Dude, you hate him and his equally insufferable friend eunwoo.
When he stumbles into the living room five minutes later, you’re greeted with the glorious sight of Jungkook in all his messy, drunk glory.
His hair was even messier than usual, his hoodie half off one shoulder like he didn’t know how to dress himself anymore, and his eyes were all glazed over in that half-drunk haze.
“Yn,” he slurs, trying to look serious but his giggling ruins it.
“I need you to listen to me. You are the most beautiful woman in the world.”
You squint at him, debating if you should even entertain this or just leave the room.
But, of course, you’re never one to back down from Jungkook’s nonsense, so you throw the popcorn in your lap and cross your arms.
“Is that so?” you ask, deadpan.
He stumbles closer, his breath reeking of alcohol as he points at you like he’s discovered the meaning of life.
“Yes,” he says, looking at you like you just shook his whole existence.
“You’re, like, the Beyoncé of my life right now. I can’t even deal.”
“Beyoncé, huh?” you reply, trying your best to keep the sarcasm out of your voice, but failing miserably.
“Then why are you acting like you just discovered the concept of a woman?”
Jungkook freezes for a second, blinking at you like you’ve just slapped him. Then, his face lights up like he’s found the perfect solution to prove his point.
“I’m telling you,” he slurs again, taking a slow step toward you.
“You’re a fucking goddess, and you don’t even know it. I just wanna fuck you on this couch.”
There it is. The moment you both crossed the line.
He’s so shamelessly drunk that he doesn’t even notice the shock on your face.
In fact, he seems pleased with his words. He tries to sit down next to you, only to miss the couch entirely and slightly fall onto the floor.
But, like a true chaotic drunk, he makes it look like it was intentional.
You can’t even deal. “You’re an actual disaster,” you mutter, already facepalming because you know what’s coming next.
He’s going to be relentless.
He sits up with a lopsided grin, completely unbothered by his near-fall, and slaps his knee.
“Nah, I’m just being honest. I mean,”
he raises a finger like he’s giving a TED talk now, “morning sex, shower sex, couch sex… you name it. I’ll fuck you in every room of this house, baby girl.”
You blink. “Excuse me?”
“I’m serious,” he says, leaning a little too close for comfort. “I’m a man of many talents, you know? I’ll even help you out with… whatever you need.”
You can feel your face burning, a mixture of embarrassment and irritation swirling inside you.
“Jungkook,” you say, trying to sound calm, but your voice comes out in a weird squeak. “You need to go to bed. Now.”
His eyes narrow as he leans in, completely disregarding your protests.
“Oh, so you’re gonna act like you don’t want me? Come on, babe. You love the attention. I can see it in your eyes,”
he says with a smirk that could kill.
“You want me to fuck you just as bad as I want to fuck you.”
“Ugh, can’t you be normal for like, five minutes?” you groan, turning your face away from him.
His voice is starting to grate on you, but it’s also doing something else. Something that you’re really trying to ignore.
But Jungkook is relentless.
“Normal?” he repeats with a mock pout. “Babe, I was normal until you came into my life, and now I’m just a fucking disaster.”
He gestures to himself dramatically, somehow knocking over his half-drunk beer in the process.
“See? This is what happens when you look this fucking good, everyone gets obsessed.”
Before you can even respond, he pulls himself upright again, now making it his personal mission to annoy you as much as possible.
“You know,” he continues, eyes narrowed in mock seriousness,
“the thing about morning sex… it’s not just about the sex, you know? It’s about waking up next to someone who’s so fucking sexy they make your brain short-circuit in the best way possible.”
“I’m not waking up next to you,” you snap, even though the idea is starting to sound a little… tempting.
His lips curl up into a wicked grin as he leans closer. “Why? You’re scared my dick’s gonna be too much for you?” he teases, his voice a deep growl.
“I get it, babe. I know my size can be a little overwhelming.”
“You are so annoying,” you say, your voice shaking as you try to push him away, but his damn body language is strong—
he’s definitely not moving anywhere.
Jungkook grabs your wrist gently, his thumb rubbing over your pulse like he knows exactly how to get you flustered.
“I’ll show you later, baby,” he whispers, his breath tickling your skin.
“Just wait ‘til I’m sober. I promise, you’ll beg for it.”
You don’t even know why you’re still sitting here with him. But, apparently, your own body betrays you when you notice the way he’s looking at you.
And, yeah, that’s it.
You’re definitely fucked.
“Jungkook if you don’t shut the fuck up in the next two seconds, I think I’m gonna throw the fucking pan on your head.”
He has the audacity to look at you and then he laughs out loud, and it’s an ugly laugh that has your ears ringing.
Goodness, he can be so fucking insufferable.
But at least he’s cute.
Although you will never tell him that because then he’s gonna eat your head.
cw -> blue collar!rafe & babydoll!reader, age gap ( reader is in her early twenties — rafe is in his thirties ), daddy kink.
it took you too long to convince rafe to take you out.
he always found a way to brush the idea off. the idea of taking you out on a date like he promised. you’re too naive to realize it was something he said in the moment to get up your skirt— but there’s something else holding him back nonetheless. he knows it’s not out of the ordinary for an older guy to be walking around with a sweet, less experienced girl on his arm… he just never thought he’d be that guy.
but here he is, following you around while you parade about in your tiny frayed shorts that he keeps trying to yank down so your asscheeks are covered. you’re in your own world whilst you pick at your sugar covered funnel cake. the stuffed bear he won for you is rightfully tucked under your arm, and you remain unaware of his efforts to protect what little modesty you have left, looking like a girl he would’ve popped a boner for within seconds if he was a few years younger.
“now y’have someone to keep you company while i work, right?” he says, eyeing you and the pink bear you wanted. the heat is harsh given it’s mid july in north carolina, but it’s easier to endure when you two share a freshly-squeezed strawberry lemonade and syrupy kisses whenever possible. all while you look at him with those heart eyes that are already burned into his mind. he can tell you’re adoring the way he lets you cling to him. whether it’s his arm or his shirt, he always makes sure there’s no chance in hell he’ll lose his girl in the crowds.
and as the sun sets, you realize your night out is coming to an end.
it takes everything in you not to pout— you know rafe hates when you do that, since he’s working so hard to give you everything you want. you’re impatiently counting down the days until you can be his wife, living in the perfect home he built just for you two. you have big dreams for a girl that’s stuck in community college, however at their core, they’re dreams of nothing. dreams of never having to open another book or submit another assignment. dreams of a hardworking man and too many babies than rafe is ready for, surely.
“i had so much fun, rafe…” you tug on his arm a bit, trying your best not to sound whiny, “but we haven’t been on the ferris wheel yet…”
rafe can’t bring himself to argue with such an unspoken but simple request. he’s not a monster, he just has his rules and conditions— “alright… but we gotta get back home right after... i got work early in the morning, baby. y’know that.”
“i know, i know.”
you two end up on the ferris wheel in the next few minutes, suddenly so many feet up that you can see every single light and each bit of bright neon below you. from the food stands to the rides and games. your tennis shoe covered feet are in rafe’s lap, while he rubs your calves and thighs. he’s taking in the real view, which is you clutching your new favorite stuffie to your chest, face illuminated with splotches of different colors and your eyes fixed on the scene below you two.
he adores you more than he can stand— he’d never say it. a man like him doesn’t have time to be sentimental, even when it feels right. maybe that’s why his hand goes a little farther than it should. itching with the need to feel closer to you but not having the ability to show it any way else. his digits end up pressing against the front of your shorts, daring to rub over your clit through the denim and your thong that’s pressing against your cunt underneath it… only after squeezing up your thighs enough to make your breathing all huffy, of course.
your head finally snaps towards him, “daddy, we can’t here…”
he pouts back at you, fully faking it.
“i can touch what’s mine. can’t i, baby?”
at that, your knees spread a part a little wider and make room for his hand. he hums in approval, and forces out a laugh when your thighs jolt as he applies enough pressure to have you mewling into the fluff of your stuffed animal, now serving as something to muffle yourself with.
“tell you what… if you can cum f’me by the time this ride’s over, maybe we can stay out a little later. how’s that sound, babydoll?”
( originally posted to my former blog on july 16th, 2024… ♥︎ )
saw this post and was immediately haunted by the thought of logan and bucky <3
i also bring you the alternative: them making you bite down on their dogtags to keep you quiet because there’s only the fabric of an army tent separating your joined bodies from other soldiers— bucky complains about it under his breath the whole time because he loves hearing you, it’s one of his favorite things but you can’t afford to get caught because you don’t wanna take the risk of any of you getting dishonorably discharged. logan tells him to “suck it up, buttercup” and you giggle around the now-warmed metal of the dogtags in your mouth, a sharp little gasp leaving you when logan gives your cunt a little slap as a warning to behave, hazel eyes almost black from the dilation of his pupils— he’s a fucking sight to see, all sweaty and tense with his beard positively dripping with your slick from eating you out twice in a row. bucky isn’t any better; baby blue eyes swallowed up by his pupils and chest sweaty with exertion— he’s been holding you open for logan the whole time his friend went down on you, calloused fingers digging into the meat of your thighs and periodically moving downwards to play with your clit. it’s a challenge, keeping quiet, whenever they’re on you like this, but you love the adrenaline that comes with the fear of getting caught, something they’ve both teased you about multiple times— even though they can barely conceal their groans whenever they’re fucking you into the cheap mattress at your disposal.
Pairing: Silver Fox!Sugar Daddy!Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Female Reader
Summary: Your boss forces you to be eye candy for an alpha at a gala, but things take a turn for the better when you meet another alpha. Does it matter that you don't belong in his world?
Word Count: Over 9.2k
Warnings: Smut, v. fingering, possessive behavior, dirty talk, instant connection, A/B/O dynamics, talk of bonding, misogyny, unspecified age gap, insecurities, world building, choking (not our reader… yet), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?)
A/N: I'm pretty proud of the intro to this world, lovelies! @whisperlullaby, @targaryenvampireslayer, @tavners, here it is! Ant thanks to @queenoftheworldisdead as well. ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @mumbles411, but any and all mistakes are my own. Bucky edit by the beautiful @nixakimbo. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
Soft music drifted from the ballroom as you stepped into the lavish venue. You’d never been to a gala before. Your family wasn’t wealthy enough to receive an invitation, nor did your last name carry any influence. The only reason you were there tonight was because of the alpha on your arm, all thanks to your boss’s insistence that you accompany him.
It was an evening of style, grace, and luxury, and you didn’t belong.
You held your breath as you walked deeper into the ballroom, the glittering chandeliers casting a refined glow over everything. A mix of alphas, betas, and omegas socialized and gossiped, their glamorous evening wear glittering under the lights. You had designed a few of the dresses and suits, but none of the people wearing them would recognize you. The alpha you worked for always took the credit. Complaining about it wouldn’t help. After all, you’d only sound like an ungrateful omega and hundreds of other omegas would beg to take your place.
You couldn’t wait for the day you quit.
Chet’s grip on your arm brought you back to the present. “Keep quiet and smile,” he ordered, a haughty expression on his face as he led you through the place. You didn't want to judge all men named Chet, but you had pegged him as a douchebag the second he went in for his fitting and he was proving you right. You couldn't even enjoy that he was objectively handsome since his personality made him less attractive.
“I am smiling,” you said. Wrinkling your nose at the overwhelming mix of scents and expensive colognes and perfumes, you did your best to make your smile look natural. The servers looked like they were doing the same as they served everyone. It was strange how a room so enormous could make someone feel so small.
“Then keep smiling,” Chet ordered through his grin. “What you do or don’t do is a reflection of me.”
“I know,” you muttered. Because it was all about him and you were just his omega arm candy. You really should’ve demanded overtime pay from your boss, but that conversation wouldn’t have ended well.
“As it stands, perhaps I made the right choice by bringing you,” he said, nodding to a few older gentlemen. “I can smell their envy.”
You did notice a few more men looking your way. A few women as well, not hiding that they were whispering about you. Trying to hide your vulnerability, you held yourself the way you thought a goddess would. You also held yourself with pride since the dress you wore was your own design. A sleeveless black dress with a middle slit, it was bold and alluring. The glitter throughout the fabric made you shine like stars in the night sky. The finishing touch was the matching collar, a tasteful way to protect you from any alpha who even thought about marking you.
Reaching up instinctively to run a hand over your collar, you felt your heart ache. Your inner omega wanted a mark, but the thought of being tied to someone was somewhat terrifying. You respected omegas who wanted to go the traditional route by staying home and being submissive, but you didn’t want to be submissive outside of the bedroom. You wanted a partner who would view you as an equal.
Your false confidence didn’t last long when Chet’s grip on you tightened, your body immediately going stiff. You’d have to take a long shower and dry clean your dress just to get rid of his scent. “Loosen up,” he ordered.
“Maybe I’d loosen up if you weren’t digging your fingers in,” you whispered.
“You’re my date. It’s my right to touch you,” he sneered. He had no right. It didn't matter if he was an alpha and he was rich. The urge to slap him across his face was so strong your palm itched. “So, get the stick out of your ass.”
A shiver rolled down your spine when you heard a low growl come from another alpha. Glancing around, you didn’t see anyone looking directly at you. It probably had nothing to do with you because why would anyone care if an alpha was bossing you around?
Chet’s hold on you loosened nonetheless. “And just so we’re clear, you have no intention of sleeping with me?” he asked as an omega in a revealing dress sauntered by. Your date didn’t bother to hide how he was undressing her with his eyes.
“That’s right,” you said. You made it clear to your boss that sex wasn’t an option, and he was oddly on your side. Maybe he thought Chet could sway you if he tried hard enough. If he even thought of using some sort of alpha command on you, nothing would stop you from lashing out and making him sorry.
“Then you’ll have no problem finding your own ride home should I choose to leave with someone else,” he said.
“So, I can’t make you look bad, but you can leave with another omega?” you asked.
“You got it. You’re smarter than you look.” He tapped your nose with a condescending grin. “And here I thought you were just a pretty face.”
The prick was pushing his luck. “Listen you-”
“Chet, my boy! Good to see you!” A man interrupted, uncaring that you were speaking.
“Shane,” Chet smiled. “Always a pleasure.”
The bulky alpha shamelessly looked you over, his scent almost making you choke on your next breath. “And who might this be?”
“Pretty, isn't she?” Chet cut in before you could answer, puffing his chest out. “Doesn't say much, but I’m not exactly interested in her conversational skills, am I?”
You bit your tongue when they chuckled. Be seen and not heard. It was insulting.
“Come join me, but leave the omega,” Shane said unapologetically, taking another look at your chest. What would happen if you threw a drink in his face? “As entertaining as she would be, we have business to discuss, and we don’t need the distraction.”
“Of course,” Chet smiled, turning you toward the bar as Shane walked away. “Since he doesn't want you around, why don't you take advantage of the free drinks until I get back?”
“I’m not-”
“And not that you’d have any extra cash to tip, but it’s taken care of,” he continues, your face hot at the assumption that you couldn't afford to tip the staff. “Just behave and try not to make a fool out of either of us, you got it? Wouldn’t want your boss to hear about it if you do.”
Biting back a retort, you freed yourself from his grip. There wasn’t enough liquor at this party to get you through the rest of this evening. “Don’t worry about me, alpha. Go have fun,” you said, your eyes burning as he walked away. A few heads turned your way when your scent soured. It wasn’t enough that you had to attend an event where you didn’t belong, but your date just had to rub salt in the open wound by reminding you of such. “Fucking asshole,” you muttered, making your way over to the bar to order a drink.
Plastering a smile back on your face when you got the bartender’s attention, you ordered a whiskey on the rocks. You wanted something that would go down smooth but leave a little burn. You also preferred opting to watch the bartender make a drink in front of you instead of grabbing a glass of already poured champagne. The drinks were likely fine, but better safe than sorry. And like hell would you accept a drink from your sorry excuse for a “date” if he offered you one. He was lucky you-
An intoxicating scent hit you out of nowhere, making you grip the bar as you inhaled. Plums, whiskey, sandalwood. The blended aromas had your mouth watering, and a whimper threatened to slip out. Your heart pounded against your ribs. Desire burned in your stomach. As quickly as the scent excited you, it seemed to wrap itself around you in a soothing embrace. How could a smell leave you hot and bothered and also feel like a hug?
No… It couldn’t be your mate.
You caught a small movement out of the corner of your eye, and you stopped breathing when you found a pair of blue eyes fixed on you that belonged to a devilishly handsome man. He leaned against the wall, his wool-blend black suit fitting his thick body like second skin. Streaks of gray lined his luscious brown hair and peppered his beard, too. He looked like the kind of alpha who would have omegas kneeling at his feet, and it frightened you how badly you wanted to get on your hands and knees and crawl toward him.
His. Mine.
Lifting his tumbler to his lips, he kept his eyes on you as he sipped the expensive liquor. You wanted to look away but couldn't as the air crackled between you. He had you under some sort of trance you couldn't snap yourself out of. As frightening as it was to have a scent hit you so strongly, a feeling like this hit you square in the chest, the thought of him staring at another omega that way nearly made you hiss because you didn't want anyone else on the receiving end of those blue eyes.
He smirked like he read your mind and pushed himself off the wall. You did whimper out loud when you realized just how large he was. Dominant, assertive, yet there was something almost playful in his smirk when he finally broke his gaze. You greedily inhaled with the hope of catching more of his scent when he strode toward the nearby balcony, smooth and fluid as a server quickly took the empty tumbler from his hand. The men at the gala were all posturing, but no one could match the confidence of that alpha.
So how were people not surrounding him, begging for a scrap of attention? Was he untouchable among those who deemed themselves untouchable? He certainly didn’t look like the kind of man who chased after anyone. No, people went to him.
He wanted you to follow him, right?
Downing your drink in one gulp, your feet moved before you could stop yourself. “I don’t need this alpha,” you whispered, the words bitter in your mouth as you followed his path. If you were smart, you’d walk the other way and not look back. Yet the thought of never seeing him again made your heart ache in a way you didn’t want to examine.
Does he know?
Studies over the years showed that not every bound pair was the same. Some couples felt the bond instantaneously like a firework exploding. Others felt it like a small burn that slowly consumed them over time. For a few, the spark took a long time to ignite. You couldn't ignore this burn if you tried.
You welcomed the slight chill in the air as you stepped onto the large balcony. It was lit up with sparkling lights, yet it didn’t take away from the stars that shone in the sky above. The alpha who caught your eye stood by the railing, alone, like he was looking over a kingdom. You felt foolish for going out there to bother him.
Steeling yourself with false confidence again, you walked over to stand beside him. You weren’t close enough to touch him, wanting to leave him a respectable amount of space. You could always use the excuse that you just needed some fresh air if he asked what you were doing.
Stealing a glance at him, you didn’t want to believe that you had a true connection with this man, that he could be your mate. No way would an omega like you be his match. Would he even want an omega like you? One with dreams to do more, be more?
“Beautiful,” he said, his voice thick like honey and the whiskey you drank. Of course, his voice would be a powerful weapon. But he wasn’t scenting you, or trying to tear your collar off, or doing anything to indicate that he felt the sort of spark you had. Maybe that was for the best.
“It is,” you sighed, looking out at the view. You couldn’t deny the beauty and how much easier it was to breathe since you weren’t surrounded by the suffocating bodies and scents. “It really is something.”
“I was talking about you.”
You whipped your head toward him so quickly you nearly hurt your neck. The flare of heat in his eyes hypnotized you again, but this time you didn’t want him to draw you in. A man of his stature, his power, he could chew you up, spit you out, and leave you a shell of yourself. But seeing him up close, his laugh lines, and the touch of softness in his gaze, you wanted to know all about him and the life he lived.
You were in so much trouble.
“Thank you,” you breathed.
“I don't think I’ve seen you at a gala before. I would've remembered you,” he stated. You weren't sure what to say to that. “I’m James, but you can call me Bucky if you’d like.”
You blinked a few times. “You’re James Barnes,” you whispered, not having to belong in the inner circle to know who he was.
James Buchanan Barnes. One of the wealthiest alphas in the city, his family came from money and it was no secret that Bucky, as he liked to go by, wasn’t bound to anyone. People assumed that he didn't want to share his wealth with anyone beyond his charitable donations, or that he was either extremely picky in choosing a mate. And here he was talking to you. This was the man you thought could be your mate.
You were in way over your head.
“I am,” he said, looking at you expectantly.
It took a moment, but your name tumbled from your lips as you shifted toward him. He inhaled when a breeze rolled in and you hoped your scent got to him the way his scent got to you. The way his eyes darkened, it had. Your inner omega wanted to purr with delight.
Time stood still when he took your hand and brought it to his lips. “It’s a pleasure,” he whispered, his lips brushing your knuckles. “I hope you don’t mind me being forward, but…”
“But what?”
You held your breath when he turned your hand and ran his nose along your wrist with a small growl. It was bold, intimate, possessive, and you got impossibly wet from the action. Had Chet or another alpha done that, it would've been a different story. “You smell divine,” he whispered against your skin.
You whined before your inner hackles went up, making him pull his mouth away immediately. He at least had some level of respect and sensed the shift in your stance. “How many omegas have you said that and done that to?” you asked when you had no right to feel jealous.
He didn’t look put off by your question, and he didn’t let go of your hand either. “I’ve come across a few delectable scents before, but I don’t think I’ve ever described anyone as divine,” he answered, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. An intense longing behind his eyes had your knees weak. “I haven’t smelled anyone like you.”
This alpha was telling the truth, but he wasn't a boy scout either. He knew how to fuck, you could tell, and he likely broke hearts without intending to. You didn’t want to be the next victim if a quick fuck was all he was looking for.
“I haven’t smelled anyone like you either,” you admitted, grudgingly pulling away. His heady scent made it hard to concentrate. And standing close to a man who wore a suit that cost more than half a year’s rent was another reminder that you were a girl playing dress up, nothing more. “I should go. I shouldn’t be here.”
Bucky stopped you from turning away, his grip on your arms tender so you wouldn’t feel threatened. “And why is that?”
“Because I don’t belong here, and I don’t expect you to understand that,” you replied.
It was bad enough to let your guard down by following him out there, and you couldn’t let him seduce you more than he already had. You were lucky the very presence of him didn't trigger your heat. And how would your story end? He was a rich alpha, and you were a struggling omega. Was happiness really in the cards?
Your eyes widened when you heard the rumble in his chest, his scent producing a soothing aura that wrapped around you. Your lip trembled slightly as the rumble faded. Bucky could’ve let you walk away, yet he was comforting you. It made you want to cry.
“I may understand better than you think,” he whispered. Did he? Did he feel alone in that crowd of people there? “But help me understand why you feel that way.”
You rapidly blinked to keep the tears at bay. What was there for him to understand? “Okay,” you whispered back. The fact that he wanted you to talk to him meant something. “For starters, that crowd is kind of… well, awful from the short time I observed and interacted with them. They think they’re better than everyone else because they have so much, but they have no right to look down on others.”
The people in the gala simply flaunted what they had without a second thought. Being there made you appreciate your friends and their genuine interactions more. They worked hard for everything they had. They wouldn’t have anything against people born with a silver spoon in their mouths if they showed a little humility.
Bucky's chuckle surprised you. “Money doesn’t equal class, and believe me when I say they aren’t worth taking up any space in your beautiful mind,” he said, giving you a small smile. “To be honest, I came out here to get away from them because, save a select few, they're fucking assholes.”
You found yourself smiling, too. No wonder he has been standing by himself. “Is that the only reason?” you asked curiously, reaching up to touch his perfect hair simply because you could.
He looked at you, a mixture of lust and something soft. Standing like this you felt like a couple. “I may have wanted you to follow me, and I’m glad you did,” he said, his tone calm and casual as butterflies filled your stomach. “You’re the first person I’ve considered approaching in a long time, but you looked a bit upset when you went to the bar. I didn’t think bothering you would win me any favors.”
You exhaled. Was he the alpha who growled when Chet gripped you too tightly? “I…” you shivered when another breeze rolled in.
He shrugged his jacket the moment he spotted you shivered. “May I?” he offered.
You hesitated. Bucky had a powerful scent, and how would it look to Chet if you wore another alpha’s jacket? Chet wasn’t your alpha, but he could run his mouth and get you in trouble with your boss. It didn’t matter that you wanted to quit one day. Today wasn’t that day because you financially weren’t ready. That was the excuse you made up in your head.
But your inner omega wanted Bucky’s scent to surround you and you replied in a small voice, “Yes, please.”
Bucky carefully placed the warm jacket around your shoulders. “I know the crowd bothered you for good reason, but who specifically upset you and how can I fix it?”
“My date,” you answered. You didn't have it in you to lie to him. It also wasn't up to him to fix it.
Bucky hummed, running his hands up and down your arms. It helped warm and relax you. “What’s his name?” he asked, his eyes landing on the collar around your neck. You wondered what he would do if your mating gland was exposed, and you had to push that thought away.
“His name is Chet and he’s discussing business with some alpha.” The change in his scent was subtle. He seemed too confident to be jealous, but he didn’t seem pleased either at the thought of you being with someone else. “They were extremely condescending, and I couldn’t exactly throw a drink in their faces or put them in their place since I’m just an omega.”
Bucky snarled quietly, his eyes blazing. “You’re not just an omega,” he said. He was upset on your behalf. Was he not like other older alphas who wanted omegas to be subservient? “Maybe I should have a chat with them.”
You purred before you could stop yourself. Bucky offering to stand up for you felt better than you wanted to admit. “You don't have to do that,” you said, running your fingers through his hair again. You wanted to soothe him the way he soothed you. “Besides, I’m not really on a date with Chet. He just wanted me to be eye candy for the night.”
Bucky almost snarled again, but raised an eyebrow instead. “And you agreed to that? I have the feeling you aren’t the arm candy type.”
You giggled. He was right about that. “Didn’t really have a choice thanks to my boss,” you told him.
“Your boss? What exactly do you do for work?” he asked carefully.
He asked a lot of questions, but you didn't mind since he seemed genuinely interested. Maybe he assumed you were an escort. “I'm a designer,” you answered, smiling to yourself. “At least, I want to be. I’m just an assistant at the moment.”
“Let me guess. Your boss is an alpha, makes you do the grunt work, and takes the credit?” he mused, humming when you solemnly nodded. “And he convinced you to come here tonight because Chet is a client?”
“Something like that. It was either that or I get fired,” you laughed bitterly. “And if he fired me I’d get blacklisted, then I’d have no job, no money at all, and I’d lose my tiny apartment and…”
His nose wrinkled when you trailed off. You were so embarrassed, and you couldn’t stop your scent from souring. Talking to one of the richest alphas ever about your problems wasn’t something you thought you’d experience tonight, but that soothing rumble and smell came out again to help you breathe easier.
“I’m sorry you have to deal with that,” he said with a touch of firmness so you knew he didn’t pity you. You could take a lot of things, but not pity.
“You have nothing to be sorry for,” you said, smoothing out some of the fabric on your dress and not wanting to dwell on the topic. “I actually made this,” you told him. It was silly, but you specifically wanted to hear something nice from Bucky to make you feel better, which was bad. You shouldn’t want compliments from him or want him period.
He parted his jacket so he could look you over. Unlike Shane leering at you earlier, Bucky seemed to take in the details of your design with a careful eye. “You made this? It’s stunning,” he said with pride that rivaled yours. You lost your breath when he ran the back of his finger along your torso, heat spreading through your body like a wildfire. “Like you.”
Your mind raced, the heavy weight of his gaze pinning you in place. The longer you stood there, the more you wanted him. You had to snap out of it. “You’re dangerous,” you whispered, shaking your head as his hand fell away. “I should go inside.”
He stepped back, his eyes searching yours. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”
“No,” you replied honestly. Some of his actions were forward, but he wasn’t pushy. He was the sort of predator who probably gently played with his food before he sank his teeth in, yet you weren’t completely afraid of the bite. “Though I’m wondering why you don’t have a date tonight. Keeping your options open?”
Maybe he really did want to live the bachelor life.
The corner of his lip tugged when you narrowed your eyes. “I come to these things to make a short appearance. That’s all,” he explained. Even the wealthy had obligations. “Unlike some alphas my age, I’m not interested in having a date for the sole purpose of eye candy. And because most of the people here are fucking assholes, I don’t usually find anyone to take home.”
“So, you aren’t interested in taking me home?” you tried to tease. If he said no, you could lick your wounds later since you’d likely never see him again. If he said yes, you… Well, you didn’t know what you’d do.
He reached out and placed his hands on your hips, pulling you close enough that you felt just how big he was. A shudder wracked your body, wanting nothing more than to have him inside you. “I’m very interested in taking you home,” he breathed.
You lifted your eyes to him, his desire matching yours. “I-”
A young giggling couple stumbled out to the balcony reeking of booze. They took a few steps forward and Bucky moved you out of the way before they could crash into you. The ferocious growl he let out made the laughter cease, but it had you purring like a bitch in heat. “Leave,” he ordered, keeping his arms tight around you. The underlying threat in that single word had the couple rushing back inside, but they had effectively ruined the moment.
“I think that alpha almost pissed his pants,” you teased to cut through the tension.
“He’s lucky he didn’t tumble over the railing,” he said, loosening his hold on you and taking in your expression. You felt naked under his stare. “You aren’t ready to leave with me just yet.”
“I’m still here with a ‘date’,” you reminded him to cover up any feelings or doubts in your mind.
Other than Bucky being wealthy, powerful, and smelling like a sinful kind of heaven, you didn’t fully know him. Something within you felt like you did, but going home with him for the night… What if you disappointed him? What if he decided he didn't want you?
He gave nothing away as he stared at you while you felt like your eyes told him everything. It wasn’t fair how in control he looked when you were close to spiraling. “Let’s go sit inside,” he suggested, finally cracking a smile when your face scrunched up. “No one will bother us, and I’d like to keep talking to you even if you don’t decide to leave with me.”
“I guess it wouldn't hurt to sit with you for a few minutes,” you said, especially if he would keep others away from you.
His hand on your hip felt like it belonged there as he guided you back inside. The scents and mindless chatter didn’t bother you as much now, likely because all you could really smell and concentrate on was Bucky. Did his kisses taste like plums or whiskey? Both?
He brought to a corner near the bar, far enough away from the mingling crowd that you still felt a bit of privacy. You kept his jacket around you though the room was considerably warmer than it was outside, not quite ready to give it back to him. “Drink?” he asked, angling his chair so that his knees were touching yours. There was no table in front of you. Anyone looking would see how close you were.
“No, thanks,” you said. You already downed a glass of whiskey and your head was spinning thanks to him.
You felt his gaze on you for a full minute before he spoke again. “Your ‘date’ isn’t the reason you’re hesitating to leave,” he said, scratching along his beard. You bet it would feel wonderful between your thighs. “Is it me? Am I too old for you?”
You had to laugh. “You’re a gorgeous silver fox, so that isn’t the problem,” you said. Beneath the suit you knew he was in great shape, too.
He smiled a gorgeous smile, appreciating the compliment. “So it isn't my age. Do you think I won’t treat you well?”
“I know you’ll treat me well,” you answered, avoiding his gaze. You knew that in your core. “But I’m afraid of what happens in the morning.”
He forced your gaze back to him with a large hand. “What are you afraid of?” he asked, his thumb brushing your cheek.
Everything.
“I’m afraid if I get a taste of you it won’t be enough for one night,” you said, your heart pounding as he stared into your eyes. Like he was staring deep into your soul. “And it isn’t fair that you have that kind of power over me.”
He looked almost impressed with your answer. “I appreciate your honesty,” he praised, his thumb sweeping over your lips this time. “And it won't be enough. Once I get a taste of you, I won’t let you go.”
It wasn’t a matter of if with him, but when. “You couldn't possibly want me for more than one night,” you said. He knew you were just a struggling designer’s assistant and didn’t run with this crowd. You lived in different worlds.
“I’m going to want you every night.” He tilted his head when you shifted in your seat. “You feel it, don't you?”
You feigned innocence when he held your gaze, your heart racing. God, he had felt it. Was it an explosion, a slow burn, or something else? “Feel what?”
Bucky smirked, not at all fooled. “That you’re my-”
“Don’t say it,” you begged. Speaking the word would make it real and it wasn't something he could take back. “Because if you don’t want that or me, we can just go our separate ways and ignore it.”
He hadn’t marked you, and you hadn’t claimed him either. You didn’t know what it would feel like to have his knot, so you couldn’t possibly miss it. And neither of you would have to depend on the other. You could walk away with as minimal damage as possible, and you’d find a way to remain whole. So would he.
The low growl Bucky emitted made the nearby guests move away, but you weren’t afraid. “Ignore it? I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone else. I would've fucked you right out there on the balcony if that couple hadn't interrupted us,” he said, your body hot and needy at the thought of him fucking you while you looked out at the view. “I’m lucky finally finding you didn’t send me into a rut.”
You thought the same about your heat. “Bucky-”
“Our scents call to each other. We call to each other,” he said, placing his hand on your chest. How did your heart feel fuller from his touch? “Tell me you didn't feel a connection when you caught my scent and looked at me.”
“I felt something,” you admitted.
“And it compelled you enough to follow me outside, to open up to me,” he said. You couldn't deny that. “You may say you don’t belong here, but something inside you says you belong with me.”
“And that doesn’t bother you? Scare you?” you asked. Having mates could be wonderful, but what if he wanted that pull with someone who wasn’t you?
“No, it doesn’t,” he said. There wasn't even a whiff of fear, likely because he had nothing to lose. “In fact, I think you should quit your job and move in with me.
You looked at him like he suddenly grew another head. “Quit my job and move in with you?”
“Yes. Your boss doesn't deserve to have you as an assistant, and you wouldn't have to pay rent if you stayed at my place.”
You didn’t attempt to laugh off his request since he was completely serious. “You realize that sounds insane, right?” you added. It wasn’t completely out of the ordinary though. Some couples who took their time building their bond still moved in right away.
“Insane would’ve been marking you the moment I saw you and dragging you home the way some alphas do,” he said.
You bristled. “It’s too soon for you to mark me,” you said, even as your mating bond throbbed.
“Don’t worry. I won't mark you tonight,” he assured you. Hurt crept up for a split second before he ran a finger along your collar. You visibly trembled and realized that he did want to mark you. He just wasn’t doing so tonight out of respect for you. “But you can still be mine in every other way until that day comes.”
You opened your mouth to argue. He hadn’t marked you, but you still felt owned. “You really think people want you with an omega outside of your tax bracket?”
“You think I give a fuck what they think?” His handsome face twisted in a scowl as he looked around. “And if they even think about insulting you, I’ll ruin them. It’s that simple.”
“It isn’t that simple,” you said.
“Why not? I know you're meant to be mine and you know it, too.” He touched your collar again, your mating bond throbbing almost to the point of pain. “You won’t need to worry about money or a roof over your head because I’ll give it to you. And a space to design your own clothes and make your dream come true.”
It sounded too good to be true, and nothing in this world was free. “I have my rent. If I break my lease-”
“I’ll pay what you owe.”
Your rent was probably pocket change to him. At least you didn’t have a roommate you’d have to worry about. It was always too risky to rely on someone else to help with bills and utilities. “And all that in exchange for what? Being your whore?”
He snarled, and you were delighted to hear that sound. “Trust me, doll, you may want me to fuck you like a whore, but I’ll treat you like a goddess. Like my equal,” he replied, his promise touching something deep inside you and drowning out most of your fear.
You just wished the remaining would fade away.
“I want us to be equals, but do you realize that you’d have all the power until I get my designs off the ground, right? I’d have to rely on your money, your roof over my head,” you said, swallowing the small lump in your throat. Did he realize what he was asking of you? To push aside the small amount of pride and independence you had? “I’ve done fine on my own and to have to depend on you is something else altogether.”
You hoped he at the very least realized how vulnerable you were right now by opening up more.
He looked vulnerable, too, as he moved closer. “I know it’s a lot to have to depend on me, but with me you wouldn't have to do this on your own. My finances don’t mean I have power. You’d have power, too,” he said. You wanted to believe you would. “In fact, I think you’re the only person in this entire city who could bring me to my knees. That’s power.”
You smiled a little. Could you really bring him to his knees? “As flattered as I am that you want to take care of me, do I have to decide tonight?” you asked. He was saying all the right things, and it was tempting, but there was so much to figure out beyond the living arrangements.
“We can discuss it more tomorrow if you’d like,” he said, looking around as you let out a breath. He had no doubt in his mind that you would spend the night. “Have you seen your date?”
You looked around, too, not at all worried when you spotted him. A complete contrast to how you felt at the beginning of the evening. “He’s…” You gestured to the bar where Chet was flirting with the loosely dressed omega from earlier and staring right down the front of her dress.
Bucky growled and swept his eyes over you, no doubt catching how you pressed your thighs together from the sound. A growl really shouldn't be that sexy. “Not a very faithful alpha, is he?”
“Well, he isn't my alpha, remember?” you pointed out. Someone like Chet would never be. “My boss only ‘suggested’ that I go with him tonight, and I made it clear I wasn't going to sleep with him.”
There was another hint of a growl before he smiled. “Wait right here. I’m just going to tell the young pup that you’re going home with me.”
You gripped his arm as he tried to stand. “Easy, old man. I didn't say I was going home with you,” you teased, knowing full well you were in fact leaving with him.
“Old man?” he smiled.
You shrugged. “You called me ‘doll’, which sounds like something an old man would say.”
“I think an old man is exactly what you need.” His eyes flashed with a deliciously dark promise that he was right and you’d enjoy every single inch of what he’d give you. “And you didn’t explicitly say you'd go with me, but we both know I’ve swayed you to go to my place.”
“You alphas are so cocky.” You refrained from rolling your eyes since he was right in this instance. “But maybe I should just stay here a bit longer and make you work for it since you want me so badly.”
He chuckled. “You’d rather stay here? Fine by me,” he said, leaning in close. “I’ll just slide my hand up your dress here and now and feel just how wet you are for me. I doubt anyone would notice if I made you come on my fingers. They’re too caught up in themselves.”
Your eyes closed when he touched your thigh. “You think I'm wet for you?”
“I know you are. I can smell it. Can practically taste it. You’ll let me taste you, won't you?” he purred, and you could only tremble as his hand moved higher, your legs parting to give him more access. “In fact, why don't I drag your ‘date’ over and let him watch while I lay you out and feast on your cunt? Show him what you'll never give him a taste of?”
You weren't sure if the pool of arousal was from the thought of Bucky eating you like a starved man, making that sad excuse for an alpha watch while he got you off, or both. You wondered what it would be like to taste yourself on his lips. “And why would you let him see what I look like when I come?”
He seemed to consider your question. “That’s a good point. He shouldn't see how you look when you come.” Bringing his hand to your face, your breath hitched when he caressed your cheek with such care. “But you’ll never have to hide that beautiful expression from me.”
“Hey!”
You pulled away from Bucky in time to see Chet storm over. “Shit,” you whispered when he furiously looked between you and Bucky. You were shocked smoke didn't come out of his ears.
“What the hell are you doing? I said enjoy the free booze, and do not embarrass me. You can't even follow a simple instruction,” he snapped. You refused to bare your neck when he showed his teeth. He wasn’t going to embarrass you either. “The only reason you can even step foot in this place is because of me. You fucking sl-”
Bucky was out of his seat before you could blink, his hand wrapped tight around Chet’s throat and cutting off the remainder of his insult. A few patrons gasped and stopped to watch as Chet clawed at Bucky's hand, but no one stepped in to help. The anger that poured off your alpha was enough to deter anyone from getting involved. And you were loving every second of it.
“She’s my mate,” Bucky said through his teeth, making Chet’s eyes bulge out of his head. “Biology may say you’re an alpha, but you’re nothing. And I’m tempted to crush your windpipe for insulting her.” He squeezed harder and smirked when Chet wheezed. “When her boss asks how the gala went, you’re going to sing her praises. If you don't, I’ll hunt you down and make sure you can never knot anyone ever again. And that’s just the start of what I'll do to you.”
It was almost humiliating how turned on you were by Bucky's dominant display. You thought you’d be an omega who wouldn’t want an alpha acting like, well, an alpha, yet his defense of you meant a lot. “Bucky.” You stood up and smiled when he looked at you, his anger shifting to something softer. “You can let him go.”
Chet fell to the ground and coughed once Bucky released him. Your alpha bared his teeth with a snarl and Chet showed his throat like an obedient dog. It was clear who the top alpha was.
“Apologize,” Bucky commanded. Not only did Chet cough out an apology while avoiding your gaze, a few others said “sorry” as well. That was how powerful this man was. And you wanted him more than anything.
“Thanks for the free booze, Chet. And don't worry about me getting a ride home. I think you should worry if that omega still wants you after your… performance,” you smiled, linking your arm with Bucky’s. “Have a great night.”
There was no need to fake your confidence as you and Bucky walked out together. It didn't matter at the moment what they thought of you. All you could think about was how Bucky defended you, and how he called you his mate. It was out in the open. He…
Oh, God.
“Thank you for defending me, but you do realize you just told everyone that I’m your mate, right?” you whispered. That gossip would spread before the night was over.
“Is that what I did?” he asked, smirking when you hissed and glared. “And you don’t need to thank me. He had it coming.”
The smirk was still on his handsome face as the valet brought his car around. What the hell were people going to say? He didn’t care what they thought and neither should you.
“Listen, Bucky, just because you…”
Bucky held your face in his hands, leaning in so close you felt his breath against your lips. His mouth barely grazed yours, carefully teasing you with the promise of what was to come. “Just because I what?” he rasped, and you swear you felt more slick stain your already ruined panties.
“You better get me off before we get to your place,” you said instead of finishing your original statement because you truthfully forgot all about it when his lips touched yours.
Your insides tinged with more heat and desire when he nipped your bottom lip. “You better say my name when I get you off.”
“Should I say Bucky or James?” you smirked.
“Bucky. Reserve the name James for when you’re upset or extremely serious,” he winked, thanking the valet before helping you into his vehicle. You had never been in a car this nice.
“And you won’t mark me tonight?” you asked once he got up, touching the back of your collar to make sure it was still secure.
“We still have a lot to figure out before I mark you,” he said, leaning over as you sighed in relief. “But before we go…”
His mouth landed on yours, both strong and soft as he took possession of yours. The entire gala could've gone up in flames and you wouldn't have noticed since all you felt was him. You tasted his hunger when his tongue plunged inside, and there was a hint of desperation, too. He was starving for you and you moaned, deepening the kiss to show that you were just as eager.
You panted when he broke the kiss. “Don’t make me regret trusting you,” you breathed, your eyes once again giving everything away.
His nose bumped yours affectionately as he dragged his lips to your forehead. You didn't expect such a fond gesture from him, and you had to bite your tongue so you wouldn't blurt out how nice a kiss to the forehead felt. “You won’t regret it,” he whispered, sealing the promise with a kiss against your skin.
Your heart felt full, and your inner omega wanted to shout with joy. “Take me home then.”
Bucky sped off a moment later, keeping his eyes on the road in front of him. Your core ached as you looked at him, giving you a chance to once again take in his profile. The saying of aging like fine wine probably rang true for him. You imagined he was always good looking, but he was both rough and refined thanks to his age. People who said perfection didn’t exist clearly never saw him before.
“You like what you see?” he asked.
“I do, but you know that,” you answered, his jaw clenching when you pulled your dress up to reveal your legs. “And didn’t you promise to get me off before we got to your place?”
The sexual tension that had been building up spiked, and you sensed his need to claim you in some capacity was rising to the surface. “Give me your panties,” he ordered, giving you a sharp look. “Now.”
“You’re bossy,” you smiled, pushing your dress higher. He swore under his breath when you gripped your underwear and slid it off, your slick practically dripping from the flimsy fabric. No one ever got you that wet before. “But I kind of like it.”
He chuckled, licking his lips. “You like it because it’s me,” he pointed out, snatching the underwear out of your hand once it was within reach. You watched with a whine as he brought it to his nose and deeply inhaled. “Fuck…” he growled, bringing the fabric to the tent growing in his pants next and rubbing all over it in a filthy display. Watching him ruin his pants with the scent and slick of your pussy had you soaking the seat beneath you. “Spread your legs and show me that pretty cunt.”
You trembled when he took his eyes off the road. Pulling your dress over your hips, you obediently spread your legs and let him get a good look at what would soon belong to him. “You like what you see?”
“Just wait until I tie you to my bed and get a real look before I fuck you. It’ll be a shame to wreck something so pretty, but you’ll thank me for it,” he replied, looking back at the road as he sped up. Oh, you’d thank him over and over. “Touch yourself, but don’t put your fingers inside.”
Bringing your hand between your legs, you gasped at how sensitive you were. It was like you were in heat, but fully aware of your surroundings. “Like this?” you asked, moving your fingers along your folds.
“Just like that,” he whispered, his gaze darting between you and the road. You hoped one day he’d fuck your throat while he drove. “Now give me your hand.”
You presented your glistening fingers to him, giving him the opportunity to grip your wrist and suck the wet digits into his mouth. You felt his mouth water from your taste, the groan of arousal in his throat making you shake. He didn’t stop until he licked your fingers clean. “You taste just as divine as you smell,” he said, releasing your hand and reaching over to cup your mound. “And I need more.”
“I need more, too,” you moaned, his palm rubbing your clit and building that ecstasy within you. He teased your dripping hole with another finger, but didn’t push inside yet. You arched your hips, trying to get him to breach you. “Please.”
“That’s a good girl saying please,” he praised, finally pushing a thick finger inside. You clenched around him so tight, your body wanting more. “Fuck, you’re tight. And wet. Made just for me. Imagine how good you’ll feel once you’re stretched around my cock.”
“Want your cock,” you moaned, opening your legs wider. “Want your big cock inside me.”
“Yeah, you do. You want my big, bare cock in your soaked cunt,” he said, pushing another finger in, your slick coating them. You didn’t let anyone fuck you bare before, but you’d let him. “You want my knot, too.”
You moaned, an image of you on your hands and knees flashing in your mind, Bucky’s strong hands pulling you back to meet every thrust until he locked your bodies in place. You could practically feel his teeth sinking into your neck to fully seal your fate. Or would he make love to you, linking your fingers together and kissing you with care as he tenderly pushed his knot in? It didn’t matter. He’d give you everything, and you wanted it all.
“Are you hard just thinking of fucking of me raw?” you moaned, the need to rip the top of your dress open to reveal your breasts strong. No… If your dress was going to get torn to shreds, he could do that himself. “Coming so deep inside me you’ll drip out of me days later?”
The next growl he let out was inhuman, his fingers curling until you cried out. “My good little omega has a dirty mouth on her,” he smirked.
“I do have a dirty mouth. You should fuck it sometime,” you smiled sweetly before your mouth fell open, his expert fingers fucking you deep. Talking dirty to him helped stamp down your emotions a bit, but they were threatening to surface the more he touched you. “Bucky.”
“That’s it. Say my name. Tell me who you belong to,” he demanded. Your back arched, gripping the leather seat until your hand ached. Your body certainly knew who owned you. “Tell me who’s going to take care of you.”
You bit your lip to hold back your whimper, your heart pounding out of control. No one took care of you. No one wanted to until tonight, and you hadn’t wanted that either.
He stopped moving his fingers, keeping perfectly still as you hissed in frustration. Was he really going to build you up and not let you finish? “Tell me,” he demanded again, gentler this time.
Your eyes burned, but you swallowed your pride. Again. “You, Bucky,” you whispered, trusting that he’d be an alpha of his word. “You'll take care of me.”
He cooed when you whimpered, slipping a third finger in and moving them again. “That’s my girl. My good omega. I know that wasn’t easy for you to say,” he praised, so proud of you. Part of you was proud of yourself, too. “Do you need to come?”
“Yes!” you cried out, desperately trying to ride his fingers as the pressure grew. You were so close. Just a little more…
“Then do it. Get that slick all over my hand and seat,” he said, pushing against your bundle of nerves once more as your body locked up. “And say. My. Name.”
Waves of pleasure rolled through you, colors blurring your vision as you cried his name. Your eyes rolled back as the squelching sound of your cunt filled the car, his fingers helping you ride it out. You were drowning, unable to breathe until you broke through the haze. You felt ruined already by his fingers. Oh, his cock was going to destroy you.
“Fuck, that’s it. Give it to me. That’s my good girl. Can’t wait to feel that all over my cock.”
He only removed his fingers when you whined and licked your essence away with a low moan. The beautiful bastard still looked so put together, and hadn’t swerved once while he drove. “Holy shit,” you exhaled, your walls still fluttering. The orgasm took the edge off while leaving you wanting more. “Did I… soak your hand?”
“You did,” he confirmed, your face hot. “Fuck, I’m going to need an entire weekend to eat your sweet cunt just to start,” he said, flashing you a smile. “And you make very pretty sounds when you come.”
You managed a smile as you slumped in the seat, your dress still bunched around your waist. “What do you sound like when you come?” you asked breathlessly.
“You’ll find out,” he promised.
You trembled again when he put his hand back on your thigh, your hand immediately covering his. You needed his touch to ground you, but didn’t want to say so. “I just realized something,” you said once you fully caught your breath.
“What’s that?” he asked.
“If you’re my mate but you haven’t marked me yet, and you plan to pay for… well, everything for me for the time being,” you said, a laugh bubbling up when you saw that your window was fogged up. You drew a little smiley face, making you laugh more before you glanced at him. “You’re kind of like my sugar daddy.”
The look on his face before he laughed made him look younger, the sound affectionate and happy. How many managed to make him laugh like that? “Does that mean you’re going to call me ‘Daddy’?”
“Don’t push it, old man,” you giggled. Though if anyone could sway you, it would be him. “Why don’t we just stick with ‘alpha’ for now?”
“That and Bucky,” he suggested, turning his hand so your palm rested against his. “I like hearing you say my name, doll,” he added in a whisper.
“I like saying your name, Bucky,” you said, your brows furrowing. “But who came up with that nickname?”
He chuckled again, your skin tingling when he lifted your hand to kiss it. “You don’t want to hear about that.”
“Yes, I do,” you said.
He stole a glance at you. Through the heavy scent of your orgasm, you detected joy seeping from him. It made you feel happy, too. “Okay,” he smiled, running his thumb along your hand. “I got the nickname a long time ago…”
You twisted more in your seat to face him as you listened, lost in his voice and smile. There was so much you had to learn about your alpha. His likes and dislikes. What he would be like before, during, and after his ruts. He had a lot to learn about you, too. You wouldn’t give up on your dream of becoming a designer, and accepting his help may not be such a bad thing.
And maybe accepting the fact that you had a mate to depend on wouldn’t be such a bad thing either.
So, what do we think so far? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️
what happens when the reader in forced to drink a blue liquid that makes her so sexually frustrated...that she might need a little help from the man she is head over heels for?
warnings: violence, blood, torture, oral (fem!rec), unprotected sex, hickies??? idk how to write warnings haha
"No!" I cry at the Hydra guard who is attempting to pour a light blue liquid down my throat. His eyes darken, squinting closed in annoyance. Tears continue to flow down my face following the beating I just took for breaking in with Bucky, whose currently constrained to a metal chair. The rope around my wrists cut into my skin, blood dribbling down onto the floor. My feet fight the same battle, ropes constraining them to the legs of a wooden chair in the center of the room. A guard behind me comes to force my mouth open while my body strains against the confinement. My choked out groans get swallowed as the liquid starts to pour down my throat, an uneasy smile on the face of the Hydra guard with the vile. Bucky groans to the side of me, metal arm clanking violently against his restrictions.
As the liquid stops pouring, he closes my mouth and holds my nose. I groan in frustration at the lack of oxygen, taking a deep breath as he finally lets go. Regaining my breath, I glace up and spit at him. "Fuck you! I swear to god, when I get out of these-" my sentence cut short at the use of a gag, muffled cries all to be heard from beneath the cloth. My tears soak the sides of it, body trembling at the burning in my throat. As he starts to say something, the door to the room bursts open, a gasp coming from the guard behind me. Hydra guns quickly point at the door, but soon out of use as Redwing shoots the guards. I sigh in relief and glance at Bucky who by now was able to get out of the flimsy restraints. He takes out his gag with a groan, walking over to me to take mine out too. "You okay?" He asks softly, examining my bruising cheek. I stare up at him, and regrettably getting wetter. I quickly look down, eyes fluttering shut.
Sam enters, rushing over while Redwing attaches to his suit. "What the hell happened to her? She's shaking," he states, watching as Bucky grabs a hidden knife to cut the rope. "Gave her some kind of liquid, didn't get the chance to tell us what it was," he says with a glare. He helps me up as Sam throws his hands up in defeat. "So it's my fault now?" He says, starting up the usual fight. Suddenly John Walker and his lousy teammate, "Battlestar," step into the doorway, attempting to look heroic. "Look who finally showed up," Bucky said sarcastically, glancing at Sam who had the same look. John huffs and steps aside to let Bucky help carry me out. Sam joins him and grabs my other arm, exchanging worried glances as I let out a weak groan. "Is she, uh...okay?" John asks, trailing behind. The two boys roll their eyes, ignoring him as the hallway takes a turn. Bucky finally answers as the exit door pushes open, my body trembling and weak. "Does she look okay, John?" He asks with just a little extra annoyance, trying to get the message across.
Finally, we made it to the aircraft, the men watching me closely as my body trembled on the floor. Suddenly, my eyes snapped open, my body lifting up quickly. The reaction caused Bucky and Sam to stand up too, lifting their arms in front of them to try and calm me down. "Woah, woah, woah, Y/n! You're okay, it's okay," Sam said, glancing into my nervous eyes. My bottom lip trembled, eyes searching frantically for an escape. My breathing came in rapid paces, hand clutching my heart forcibly. "No, no, no, no," I mumbled, tears slipping down my cheeks at an equally rapid rate. I could feel myself getting needy, and it was too much to handle. Bucky tried moving closer, but my body flinched backwards into John. I gasped and backed away into the corner, mumbling incoherent sentences as my body crouched down onto the floor. "What the hell did they give her?" John asks, searching Bucky's eyes for an answer. Unsurprisingly, he was only met with a piercing stare.
While the boys exchanged confused looks, my vision and mind were tumbling, thoughts, colors, sounds--it was all amplified. "Shut up! Shut up, shut up please," I cried, sobbing into my hands. It was like all my dirty thoughts were playing in my head at once, undeniably making me flustered and overwhelmed. The man that starred that role stood concerned before me, metal arm resting on my shoulder. I look up at him with teary eyes, embarrassment flushing my face. "What's wrong, what do you feel?" He asks softly so as to not scare me. I didn't know how to answer. I couldn't answer. Not only because it would mean that I would have to reveal all the dirty thoughts I'd ever thought about him, but the whole group of men would hear too. I would never live that down. "Everything," I whisper as a response. "I feel everything." Bucky nods, although I'm sure he thinks I've gone crazy. The airplane prepares to land, so he helps me get into a seat. Suddenly, I drift off into a deep sleep, my body turning into a ragdoll as Bucky clips me in.
When I wake up, I'm in bedroom. I look around frantically, searching for something to look familiar, but nothing does. Well, until Bucky walks in. He's slightly taken aback at my shaking body and desperate eyes. "Where am I?" I whisper, getting out of bed. He walks over slowly and sets his phone down on the nightstand. "S.H.E.I.L.D.," he says softly. "The medics already checked you out." I nod, and walk to the bathroom. Splashing some cold water on my face, I stare into my reflection. "What's wrong with me?" I whisper, tears starting to form. I wanted to look back at him, but if I did my panties would continue to grow increasingly wet, so I stared down at the sink. He sighs, sitting down on the edge of my bed. "They don't know, sweetheart." The comment, the pet name rather, was so innocent but god if that didn't help my desperate situation. I bite my lip, closing my eyes. No, you can't tell him what you need, that's fucking insane. What if he says no? God, it'd be worse to never have him around again. "Doll?" He asks from the other room. I bite my lip even harder, enough to draw blood. I step back at the burst of pain, touching my lip with my fingers. "Fuck," I mutter, turning the water back on to wash the blood off.
Suddenly, a hand comes up to wipe the blood off my lips with a towel, blue eyes piercing into mine. "Don't look at me like that," I practically whimper out, body becoming weak in his gentle touch. "Like what?" He asks, clearly confused, yet amused at the same time. Of course he doesn't know what he's doing to me. His hand cupping my cheek is enough for my body to betray me and become weak in his touch. When my body begins to shake in his hold, he moves his vibranium arm down to hold my waist to better wipe the blood off my lips. I had to close my eyes to stop them from rolling backwards, the intimacy of the situation all too much to bear. "Open your eyes," he says with enough authority that they fluttered back open. I whine when his grip tightens on my waist, body begging to lean up and kiss him. "James," I whisper out, hand trembling to grab his wrist. He stops his movement at the name, finally taking the opportunity to meet my eyes. His tongue pokes out to wet his bottom lip, a small smirk hanging on to the corner of his mouth. "Hmm?" he hums so lowly, I can almost feel it against my chest. I let out a whine, resting my forehead against his chest. He moves to gently rub my back, kissing the top of my head. My panties are absolutely soaked by now, and the fact that it hasn't yet seeped through my tactical gear is unbelievable.
"What's wrong, what do you need sweetheart?" He asks again with the nickname. I blink and look up at him, hands slowly moving up to cup his cheeks. I stare into his eyes for what feels like minutes, the silence torturous yet comforting. "I need you," I whimper, just barely above a whisper. His eyebrows raise at the confession, his hands moving to rest on my waist. This action alone causing my core to tense, his lips being so close to mine was absolute torture. "Yeah?" He asks with a smile, grip tightening on my hips. I nod quickly, a tear escaping down my cheek. "To help me, that's a-all." I hiccup, tears falling at a much more rapid pace. "Please, please James, it hurts," I sob, trembling in his strong hold. He pauses for a moment, considering the consequences. But fuck, if you didn't look so innocent and needy right now, he might have thought about it longer. Although, it would be cruel to leave you here in a state such as this, so it was only right for him to help...? Fuck it.
In a swift move, he picks me up in such a way that my legs went to tangle around his torso. He walks us over to the bed, setting me down gently as he kisses the side of my jaw. I let out a desperate moan, body arching up into his. My hands wrap around his neck loosely, lips finally meeting each other after teasing long enough. The kiss was rough, sloppy, fast. A poor attempt to relive the burning sensation in my core really. Soon enough, my shirt is lifted up over my head, tossed onto the wooden floor. Bucky licks his lips as he watches me desperately try to take off my bra before, moving my hands to do it himself. "Hey," he says authorially. My bottom lip trembles as a tear escapes down my cheek. "Let me, take care of you," he says softly, kissing my temple. I nod slowly, moaning softly as he litters my collarbone in kisses. I feel him tugging off my shoes off, discarding them on the floor. Impatiently, my hands move down to try and undo my pants, but his hands stop mine once again as he gives me that look. "Sorry," I whine, closing my eyes. He chuckles, slipping the pants off and onto the pile growing on the floor. "Just breathe, dollface," he says, hands finding their way to my hips. After a moment of silence, he gently moves my body down to hook my legs over his broad shoulders. My teeth catch my bottom lip as his hand reaches down to playfully rub over my panties. I let out a whine at the sensitivity of my clit, core begging for a release. "James, please," I whisper, hands tangling in his short hair.
He glances up at my desperate face, a smirk finding itself on his lips. He kisses my clit through my soaked panties, a desperate whin falling from my lips in response. Quickly slipping them down and off my legs, his mouth attaches to my clit in the blink of a second. "mmmh, fuck!" I cry, letting my head rest against the soft comforter. His tongue swirls around my clit before licking down to my core. And holy fucking shit, if this isn't the best feeling in the whole world, what even is? It didn't take long for my body to react to his skillful mouth--stomach knotting embarrassingly quickly. "God, James that feels so good," I moan, chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. I feel the knot start to untie--a loud cry leaving my lips with the whine of his name. He tongue fucks me through it, a smile forming on his beautiful lips as my body shakes in his hold. As he kisses up my burning body, my hands move to wrap around his neck, lips connecting with his as he unclasps his belt. Kissing my jaw, I taste the slight tinge of me from his delicious kiss. It wasn't long until I felt his hard-on against my heat, a needy gasp falling from my plump lips.
"Please," I beg, looking into his steal-blue eyes. He replies with a hum, slipping inside easily. I had dreamt of this moment once or twice. (not every night...right?) As he bottoms out, my back arches up into his chest, whiney pleas mixing with the sound of the wet sounds we were making. He returns to kissing and sucking hickeys on my neck and collarbone, metal hand traveling up to wrap softly around my neck. It was then that my eyes rolled to the back of my head, the added pressure surely sending me to heaven. Continuing to thrust deep into me, hitting spots that my fingers couldn't even reach. "Fuck!" I cry, the knot in my stomach reappearing. He whispers praises in my ears--although my hearing started to turn into ringing from the intense pleasure. Soon, my body starts shaking again as the knot comes undone yet again. I feel him start to pull out--but I use the last of my energy to pull him closer, whispering "in me, please," in his ear. He lets out a deep groan, mumbling something about how I was "gonna ruin" him.
"Only if you let me do this again, without the serum," he whispers, causing my eyes to flutter shut.
"Who says the serum didn't wear off the first round?"
Congressman!Bucky Barnes who's new to congress and politics and in turn is stressed out by the workload as he's not used to it.
Congressman!Bucky Barnes who comes home to his and Reader’s apartment. Finding her in the kitchen - making dinner for the two.
Reader who didn’t notice him at first, but then Bucky wrapped his arms around her waist from behind - placing soft kisses to her neck and shoulder.
“How’d it go?” “Horrible, really.” “Mhm?.. would dinner make that better?” “You would make it better.”
Congressman!Bucky Barnes who turns her around, kissing her. Reader fumbled to turn off the stove, reciprocating the kiss.
Congressman!Bucky Barnes who grabs Reader by the thighs, lifting her up with ease. Her legs wrapping around his hips as he walked into the living room. Setting the two on the couch.
Reader then moved to shed off his suit jacket, untying his perfect fucking tie, tossing it aside on the floor. She never thought she would love the idea of Bucky in a suit so much.
Congressman!Bucky Barnes who watches Reader with eager eyes as she fumbled with the belt of his suit
“You need help?—“ “No— no.. I’m just not used to you wearing these, and I’m so horny right now I can’t think.”
Congressman!Bucky Barnes who pushes her hands aside with a “let me.” and unbuckles his belt, tossing it with the growing pile of clothes on the floor.
Congressman!Bucky Barnes who crawls over Reader's body, toying with the sleep shorts she was wearing that was now riding up her thighs.
Congressman!Bucky Barnes who then fucks his stress out in Reader, pushing her thighs open further to fuck her deeper. Moans filtering out of her mouth.
Congressman!Bucky Barnes who moves to touch her clit with experienced hands already feeling her impending orgasm as her pussy clenched around his cock, earning a few groans from him.
Congressman!Bucky Barnes who fucks Reader through her orgasm as he practically uses her to cum, she was getting overstimulated. He could tell as she grabbed onto his shoulders.
“Shh.. I know baby— I know.”
Congressman!Bucky Barnes who cums deep inside Reader, lifting himself up with a single arm beside her head as he regained himself.
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this was longer than i thought it would be, lets hope the algorithm likes this one.
This was written based off of a request that I got. I took it in a slightly different direction
Minors DNI 18+ below
You had only bought it out of curiosity and loneliness. You weren't actually going to use it. You blushed as you turned over the hot pink dildo in your hands. The weight of it reminded you of Bucky's pretty cock. So heavy and thick. You missed it him so much. He had been away on a mission leaving you desperate and needy for him.
The morning of his departure he had woken you up with butterfly kisses all over your body. The sight of him between your thighs in the early morning light was heavenly. His tongue brought you right to the edge once, twice, three times, before his phone rang and he was up and out the door without ever making you cum. He wiped his lips and chin of your arousal and kissed you hard, "Be good and wait for me." His warning made you shiver but your immediate nod made Bucky smile in return.
That was three weeks ago. He couldn't expect you to wait forever! Not when he kept popping up in your dreams every single night! His vibranium arm making you gasp for breath as he curled the metal fingers around your neck, his flesh hand tugging roughly at your hair, his teeth sinking into the sensitive skin of your neck or thighs. You needed relief for the ache in between your thighs.
You sighed and brought the tip of the dildo to your lips. What Bucky didn't know wouldn't hurt him. It's not like you were cheating. You just wanted to cum on your new toy.
You pushed the tip past your lips slowly. The way Bucky always liked. The dildo was thick and tasted of plastic, but the feeling was nice. If you closed your eyes, you could almost imagine it was Bucky and not some pathetic replacement. You moaned and swirled your tongue around the cold tip. You missed the salty taste of his precum and the feeling of the thick vein that runs along the bottom of his shaft.
You fell back slowly laying yourself down in Bucky's spot on the bed. His scent overwhelmed you and made your thighs rub together unintentionally. You let the dildo fall from your lips, you dragged it slowly down your trembling body. The anticipation was overwhelming. You needed his touch, but this would have to do until he was home.
"So just how far did you plan on going with that sad ass plastic cock?" A rough laugh from the doorway had you jumping up. Bucky was standing there, tactical suit still on, weapons still mostly attached to him, a wide smirk taking over his tired expression. He chuckled again, "Gotta say this is better than if I'd walked in on you with some poor dude I'd have to strangle."
Your wide eyes and unmoving body had Bucky cocking his head and studying you. Your hands clutched the toy like it was a weapon or possibly a lifeline out of this humiliating situation. Your thighs were clamped shut but he could see the slight shake in them. Your nipples were pebbled under your thin shirt, and it didn't go unnoticed that you weren't wearing any pants, only a thin pair of underwear. One of his favorites.
"I'm not in the mood to play any games so listen close, babydoll," Bucky started stalking forward as he spoke. Your eyes followed him as he made his way to the bed. "Strip. And hand me that fuckin' thing you've got there," Bucky coldly demanded.
Your lack of a reaction had him stopping in his tracks. "You think I'm fuckin' playing? Already said I'm not in the mood for games so do as you're told," Bucky chuckled as you seemed to wake up from his threats.
You reached for your shirt and slid out of that first. Your hands tugged the baby blue fabric of your panties down your thighs next. As Bucky reached the bed you nearly thrusted the toy at him. He jumped back slightly as the pink plastic invaded his space. You watched in awe as he shrugged the tension out of his shoulders before taking the toy in his large metal hand.
Bucky used his flesh hand to spread your thighs as he climbed onto the bed. He settled in between, sitting back on his knees as he kept you spread open before him. His thighs pushed against yours as he roughly tugged his belt open and slipped his cock from its confines.
Dirt and grime from his tactical suit smeared across your parted thighs. The sight had Bucky groaning loudly.
Bucky leaned over you suddenly. His warmth and the weight of his chest had you arching up into him. His lips ghosted yours, barely touching. You almost didn't notice him rummaging around in the bedside table near you when his cockhead bumped your clit. When he finally found what he was looking for, Bucky pulled back and away from you. He sat up on his knees again and looked over the bottle of lube he had retrieved from the table.
As he popped the cap open, he spoke, "Since you wanna be a needy cock slut you're g'nna lay back while I fuck you with the real thing and this cheap copy." You nodded excitedly as you watched Bucky cover the pink dildo in lube. He then reached down with his lube covered hand and tugged at his cock, completely covering it with the lube.
Buck reached a sticky hand down and tapped your cheek twice, bringing your attention to his beautiful blue eyes. "Need to hear you say it, babydoll," Bucky grinned at the dazed look on your face. Already so fucked out just from the thought of what he was about to do. "Come on, I need to hear you say you're gonna be good and take it," he encouraged.
"Please Bucky, fuck me please- please," you babbled up at him. "I want it! I want you- use the toy- just fuck me Bucky-" he interrupted you with a cruel laugh.
"Hush now, I got ya," His tone was far from reassuring. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips and swallowed the groan you released as the dildo pushed into you slowly. The stretch was nothing compared to his cock, but it was enough to have you arching against him again. Bucky greedily swallowed up every noise you let out as he sank each inch into your aching body.
When the toy bottomed out Bucky let out a near pornographic moan. He pulled back to look at the sight of the toy pressed snugly inside of you. His mouth dropped open, and the praise poured out, "So fuckin' good. So fuckin' sexy. My good little slut taking this toy so well. How long have you been hiding this from me?"
You moaned in response to his question. Words escaped you as he began pumping the toy in and out of you. His pace was quick and harsh making it impossible for you to think about anything other than the pleasure he was giving you. "I asked you a question. Answer me," He demanded when your answer never came.
"Just bought it online- ah fuck! last week Buck! It came yesterday- please- I'm so close baby!" You cried out as your orgasm threatened to crash over you at any moment.
"Cum for me," he ordered at your confession.
Bucky's weight had you pressed to the mattress as you came undone around the dildo. You clawed at Bucky and the sheets, back arched, and eyes rolled back. "Fu- fuck- Bucky!" your cries had his cock throbbing.
While you came down from you high, panting and whining, a gasp caught in your throat as the thick tip of Bucky's cock slipped inside of you. One of Bucky's hands held the dildo in place while his other hand was slowly guiding his cock deeper inside the same hole.
Bucky shivered as his cock slid against the shaft of the dildo. "Just relax, doll. You can take it," Bucky's groans sounded pained. He was holding back.
The hand gripping his cock reached forward to hold your hips down to the bed while he gently inched inside. He threw his head back as he caught sight of the toy and his cock both stretching your tight hole open.
Bucky's eyes shot up and across your body. You were absolutely wrecked. Hair matted to your forehead and neck, sweat covering your chest and stomach, eyes screwed shut. Your moans and grunts encouraged Bucky to keep pushing forward slowly until he and the dildo were seated completely inside of you. "So full," you whimpered.
Your desperate whimpers were what finally made Bucky snap, "You better fuckin' hold on to something, babydoll. Because I'm g'nna fuck the shit out of ya now." He was no longer holding back as his pelvis slammed against you. Your body rocked forward and the pressure from both cocks had you screaming.
His pace wasn't quick, but his thrusts were heavy and purposeful. The pleasure was blinding and had you chanting the supersoldier's name like a prayer, "Bucky- bucky please- oh bucky!"
Above you Bucky was just as wrecked. You were always so tight for him, but this was different. He was moaning, sweat dripping down his furrowed brow. He was concentrating on not cumming too quickly. He needed you to finish first. He needed to see you cum on both dicks. A less than steady hand reached down and began rubbing harshly on your clit. "Come on baby. Let me watch you cum on these cocks," his tone bordered on begging.
You squealed as his pace picked up. You were so close. His hips grinded against yours when he noticed the way your bottom lip trembled. He tore his fingers away from your clit and gripped the base of the dildo tightly. Three more pumps of the dildo and his dick had you thrashing as another orgasm crashed over you.
The tightening of your muscles around him and the plastic cock had his orgasm suddenly knocking him over. You screamed, cried, and moaned in his ear as you held onto him. His teeth bit down into the pillow below your head as he rode out his orgasm.
"Ohhh fuck," Bucky groaned as he pulled his cock from you with a squelch. His warm load spilled down your thighs and onto the sheets below your shaking and spent body. He pulled the dildo out slowly and bit down a curse when you mewled at the emptiness.
You blinked through tears and gasped when you noticed the way Bucky was staring down at you like prey. "Show me what other toys you've been lookin' at."
Summary: The hottest man you've ever seen walks into the bar. Who can blame you for staring?
Word Count: 1.6k
Genre: smut I guess lmao
Warnings: alcohol, sex
Rating: 18+
A/N: this just got me out of my writing slump. sorry for the horrible banner LMAO it's giving 2016 fanfic banner tbh
He walked by and it felt like the world was slowing down, and yet your heart was speeding up.
You were playing billiards at a local hidden upscale bar. This place is often practically empty but tonight a group of gentlemen came, a group of quite good looking gentlemen you may add. You were in the middle of a tight billiards game with your friend when you spotted his eyes on you. Tall, dark and handsome. Cliche, yes, but also the first thing that pops in your mind. Dark slightly curly hair, black jeans and a tight black shirt with his sleeves rolled up just enough to spot the tattoos that circle his left arm. He and his friends ordered drinks and began a game of darts not too far from your table. His eyes turn away when it becomes his turn but you can’t turn away. Watching the way his hand gently grabbed the dart and threw it was in some way seductive. Maybe it’s because he hit the bulls eye on his first try or maybe it’s because you can imagine all the things he could do with those hands. Perhaps it was because you were 7 tequila shots in but all you could think was that this was the sexiest man you’ve ever seen in your life.
You realize it was your turn to play, your friend waving her hand in your face pulling you from the trance you were in. Walking around the table to face away from him, you bend over, a little more than you needed to, to hit the ball. You blame the scratch on the alcohol but overhear someone say something to you from across the room.
“You know you are supposed to get the ball in the hole, right sweetheart?” Tall, dark and handsome has chimed in on your apparent lack of billiard skills, his friends laughing behind him.
“Oh, is that how it works? Maybe you should come over here and give me a hands-on lesson.”
Ooohs and oh damns filled the background. His eyes darkened and you turned around to continue your game, expecting him to ignore your comment and not actually walk over to your table. Although you were hoping for the latter as a hands-on lesson sounds pretty fun if those hands are his. It became your turn again and you were about to lean over to play when you felt someone’s hand on top of yours. You lift your head to look at him and he leans down to whisper, his breath warm against your ear,
“Careful what you wish for, sweetheart. I take my lessons very seriously.”
His fingers tighten ever so slightly over yours, guiding the cue into position, his body pressing just close enough to make your pulse quicken.
“Let me show you exactly how it’s done.” His voice is low, teasing, sending a delicious shiver down your spine.
You swallow hard, suddenly very aware of just how little space is left between you. His friends are still watching, but at this moment, it feels like the whole room fades away.
“Now,” he murmurs, his lips just shy of brushing your skin, “are you paying attention?”
His fingers press just a little more firmly over yours, steadying your grip on the cue. His body is warm behind you, the faintest brush of his chest against your back making your pulse stutter. The air between you thickens, the low hum of his voice vibrating against your ear.
"Relax," he murmurs, his breath teasing the sensitive skin of your neck. "Let me guide you."
You exhale, fighting the shiver that threatens to run down your spine. He shifts slightly, his other hand ghosting over your waist, just barely touching, but enough to make your stomach tighten. He doesn’t just control the game—he controls the air between you, the weight of every lingering glance, every featherlight touch.
The cue moves under his command, but your focus isn’t on the game anymore. Not when his voice drops lower.
"See? Easy when you let someone else take control." He stands straight and looks like he’s about to walk away.
Your breath hitches. "Is that so?" you manage, tilting your head just slightly to look up at him. His eyes darken, his lips curling into a slow, knowing smirk. He leans down, his nose almost grazing your temple.
"You tell me, sweetheart." His lips are close—so close—that the heat of them grazes your skin. "Or do you need another demonstration?"
Everyone else had gone back to their own game, your friend joining his, taking his place in darts.
A slow burn coils low in your stomach. You should move away. You should refocus on the game. But instead, you push back just enough to feel him—solid, warm, teasingly close.
His fingers tighten just a little against your waist, his voice nothing more than a husky whisper. "I think you like my hands exactly where they are."
Your lips part, a sharp inhale betraying you. He notices. Of course he does. His smirk deepens, his fingers tracing slow, lazy circles at your hip, his touch deliberate.
"What do you say, sweetheart?" His lips brush—just barely—against your jaw, a teasing ghost of contact. "Want to play another round? Or should we find something a little more... hands-on?"
The words send a pulse of heat straight through you, your body answering before your mind catches up. You turn, meeting his gaze, your fingers curling around his wrist as if daring him to follow through. The bar fades, your friends’ laughter nothing more than background noise now.
"How about a private lesson?”
The walk through the bar is deliberate, slow, the anticipation thick between you. His fingers brush against the small of your back, barely there, but enough to send another shiver up your spine. The private smoking room is dimly lit, the scent of cigars and aged whiskey hanging in the air. As soon as the door clicks shut behind you, he’s on you.
His hands are firm as they grip your waist, pressing you back against the plush leather couch. His lips crash against yours, all teasing forgotten in the heat of the moment. The kiss is deep, hungry, a claim of something that had been building from the first moment he spoke to you.
"Been wanting to do that all night," he mutters against your lips, his fingers skimming the hem of your top.
Your breath is shaky as you pull him closer. A low groan rumbles from his chest, his hands roaming, claiming, his lips trailing fire down your neck. The game is long forgotten—this is the only match that matters now.
He sits up and spreads his legs, “Lesson two, don’t keep me waiting.”
The command in his voice sends a thrill down your spine, heat pooling low in your belly. You swallow hard, your hands pressing against his thighs as you move between them. His eyes darken as he watches you, lazy amusement playing on his lips, but the grip on your wrist tells a different story—he’s barely holding himself back.
"Good girl," he murmurs, his fingers tangling in your hair as he tilts your head back, forcing you to meet his gaze. "I like you like this."
You fumble with his jeans trying to get them open. His hands moved behind his head waiting for you to complete your task. Almost as if he was amused by your struggle. Finally you reached your goal and it was a bigger reward than you expected. You swore to yourself, this man was a Greek god in disguise. Slowly you slide your tongue from the base to the tip while doing your best to keep eye contact. You sucked just the tip while lightly caressing your hand down his shaft. How far could you go in teasing him before he stopped you?
A rough grip in your hair answered your question by pushing your mouth deeper down his cock. It reached the back of your throat making you gag and tears welled up in your eyes. He kept a steady pace with low grunts and moans here and there. You could’ve finished just at the sight of him. Still mostly clothed and yet he could’ve passed as Eros, the Greek God of love and sex.
His other hand drags down your arm, his touch searing even through the fabric of your clothes. He abruptly pulls out and tugs you closer, his breath warm against your lips. "Let’s see if you can keep up."
Your pulse hammers as he moves, shifting you onto his lap in one swift motion. The friction has you gasping, his hands gripping your hips as he rocks you against him. "Think you can handle this?" he taunts, voice dripping with sin, his lips ghosting over your jaw before trailing lower, teeth grazing sensitive skin. You try and pull his shirt off to touch more of him.
"That’s not how you play, sweetheart," he growls, one hand slipping beneath your shirt, the heat of his palm branding your skin. "Take your dress off." You hesitate.
Your breath catches as he grabs your chin, forcing you to hold his gaze. "Lesson three," he murmurs, lips brushing yours but refusing to close the distance. "When I tell you to do something, you do it."
You nod, anticipation coursing through you, but that’s not good enough for him.
"Words," he demands, fingers tightening at your waist.
"Yes," you breathe, barely recognizing your own voice.
“Yes what?”
“Yes sir.”
"Good girl," he praises, dragging his hands lower, his touch rough, claiming. "Now, let’s put that obedience to the test."
There’s no going back now—not when he’s made it clear that this isn’t just a lesson in control. It’s a lesson in surrender.
A/N: Yes, I’m aware the image is from The Wolverine, but let’s pretend it’s Worst!Logan (this man needs more domestic scenes fr). Another one for my A Weekend with Logan Howlett event! The prompt was FURTHER. Title creds to Brandy.
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Logan didn’t mean to kiss you.
Just as he didn't mean to unravel you, so mercilessly; two fingers deep, your desire a flame, licking at the edges of his own.
It so happened that, days ago, he'd eavesdropped on complaints of a broken AC amongst other casual chatter you and Wade shared in the hallway outside your apartments. And the thought of you, flushed and slightly dishevelled in the sweltering heat, was enough because the doorknob had somehow twisted itself, and just like that he was there with a playful "I can fix it".
God, he was such a liar.
Nerves coiled in his stomach every time. Still, he persisted, returning your sly comments, your teasing smiles, your barely-there touches. It was simply exhilarating - this game of cat and mouse.
So, when he showed up this morning, tools slung over a shoulder, mischief glazing his eyes, one thing was clear: trouble had certainly arrived. "Well, aren't you gonna let me in?" he'd drawled as you were suddenly, inexplicably, speechless.
Heat prickled his skin as he worked; the flannel stripped off without a second thought. Logan toyed with a bolt, biceps flexing with each turn until the wrench finally gave way. Even as your sharp gaze missed nothing - the slight tremor in his fingers, the slackening grip on the screwdriver - he remained stubbornly focused.
The lemonade you'd offered burned his throat with every swallow. He watched you tilt back, the ice in your glass clinking as you drank. A single droplet slid down your neck, his eyes fixed on its slow descent.
And then, snap.
It wasn't gentle, not at all. His tongue fought yours with a wild desperation, hands finding purchase on your hips until you were locked in place.
Logan had often imagined this. You, kissed by the warm glow of his bedside lamp, arching your back as he fucked you senseless. You, branded by his teeth marks, grinding against his abs till your cum smeared across his happy trail.
You. You. You.
But they were mere fantasies - well, until now.
Because somehow, in the stillness between one breath and the next, you're spun around. Logan's hand claims your chin, his thumb a shackle bruising your lower lip, forcing your gaze to the nearby mirror.
His fingers graze the hem of your skirt, the fabric bunches at your hips, and anticipation - tempting as the taste of forbidden fruit - stings between his legs.
Flush against your back, the jeans do little to conceal his arousal. Yet, he takes his sweet time, kneading the plump cushions of your thighs, savouring every whimper spilling from your lips.
It's almost lazy. The way his fingers pump in and out, a slow, mocking rhythm that just drips of cocky satisfaction - and the bastard has the audacity to pause.
"Eyes on me, darlin'," he rasps, leaving a fleeting kiss below your ear. It's enough, apparently. Dark lashes flutter in surrender as heavy lids part, finding him in the reflection. "Good girl."
His other forearm brushes your side, only briefly stealing your attention, before snaking beneath your shirt. The swell of your breast barely fills his palm, and he nearly loses it all right there.
Rough, calloused skin caresses your nipple. Logan rolls it between his index and thumb, toying the delicate bud until it hardens beneath his touch.
He could laugh, really.
And so, he does - something close to a growl that wakes goosebumps across your flesh. Even as you're writhing against him, hardly standing straight, he doesn't relent. Only deeper, only faster - his fingers thrust into your cunt.
"Fuck Lo– you're a lil’ shit, you know that?"
But he's heard the name you moan when you're playing with yourself. Late-night showers, hot water pounding down your back as you explore your body. Quiet afternoons on the couch, soft cushions muffling your gasps as you lose control. In bed, in the sun, in the shadows - whenever the mood strikes, it seems, he's on your mind.
"How 'bout you hm? Think I can't hear through these fuckin' walls?"
It's far from a threat, yet your laugh amuses him. Carefully, he brushes your hair aside, trailing his nose along your neck. And for a second - a single, pussy-drunk second - he's convinced you've doused yourself in every aphrodisiac known to man.
So he doesn't think twice.
His teeth close around your nape. Sharp and possessive, the bite makes you groan in pleasure. His tongue follows immediately, soothing the reddened bruise now begging to be kissed.
Mesmerised, Logan grins as your head slumps back on his shoulder, the world caught in a dizzying waltz as you lock eyes, your cum coating his hand while a sinful trail glistens down your thighs.
One lick.
That's all it takes; your sweetness lingers in his mouth as his fingers pop free, nice and clean. Logan twirls you between his arms until you're finally face to face. A visible bulge stretches the denim as you draw closer, your grip tightening around the contours of his biceps.
In the mirror, you're simply breathtaking.
His hands settle on your ass, playful squeezes shaping the soft curves beneath his touch. Giggles tumble from your lips, light and airy, as you melt against him.
"Since when do neighbours fuck like this?" you tease, kissing his jawline.
And suddenly, you're swept off your feet. Something like affection shines through his eyes as he nudges your bedroom door open.
"Think we're past that now, honey."
It's not long before your moans weave themselves into his name.
Your soft lips around his cock cause his hand to dig into your hair as your tongue works him, your eyes watery and glazed over from taking your time memorizing his body with your mouth for several minutes. His hips jolt as your nails dig into his skin, giving him a little pinch of painful pleasure as you suck him like a lollipop, your own skin warm from building tension as your knees separate on the bedroom floor.
This is how you greeted him after a long, stressful day and he needed to take his mind off things and be your little fucked out slut. Your hands move to cup the back of his thigh, encouraging him to thrust into your mouth as you bob your head, taking more of his dick down your throat and swallow down the arousal pooling out of the tip.
“Mmm,” you moan against him and he taps your cheek with his hand lightly before holding your jaw.
“Fuckkk, baby. Taking me so fucking good.” He groans and jerk his pelvis, hitting the back of your throat. “You’re a fucking whore, you know that?”
His dirty words do nothing but turn you on more, your pussy dampening inside your underwear as you deepthroat him and he pulls out his phone, the camera flashing.
“My favorite view,” He rolls his center again, getting closer as you continue your motions, your hands going to massage his balls as he throat fucks you. Your concentration grows a little sloppier at his porn level sounds echoing in the room, causing your cunt to tighten around nothing as he suddenly cums in your mouth, it pools from the corners and drips onto your neck and chest.
“Fuck!” He yells out as you work him through it, your hands sliding to pump him before he yanks you up and throws you onto the bed, on all fours.
summary/content: a short drabble about sucking your boyfriends dick backstage to calm him down <3 idol! boyfriend au, heavy language, pet names (bunny), soft sex?, oral sex, cumming in mouth, sweet talk, praise, tired koo, mdni 18+
poor bbi </3
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He was sweating, overheated and being yelled at by staff members to get back out there. He was exhausted and utterly used! As much as he wants to, he doesn’t have the energy.
“Ugh…” he sits on the couch, legs spread, shirt off and heart racing. Sweat dripped down his neck, creating a slick coating.
“Baby?” You rush to him. He looks at you and tries to give you a smile, but he fails. “Are you-“
“I’m sorry baby. I’m really tired. I don’t want you seeing me like this.” He cut you off and you were quick to understand.
The way his sweat dripped down his cheek and his eyes watered was enough to make you understand. It made you really upset too.
“Oh, I’m so sorry.” You mutter to him, kissing his cheek.
“Hey, honey. I’m all sweaty.” He pushed you away.
“I don’t care!” You snap at him, lending him a kiss on his lips. You let the kiss linger a little, pressing your hands against his hot chest to feel his heart race.
Jungkook hums softly when he feels you pull away, “you’re too good for me, you know?”
“Can I help?” You ask.
He hums, “hm?”
You give him a shy smile and put up your hair with the hair tie around your wrist. He was confused for a second but understood once you got on your knees in front of him, letting your forearms rest on his thighs.
“Bunny. I don’t think you want-“
You cut him off, “baby, respectfully. I don’t give a fuck if you’re sweating and messy.”
He flicked his brow and gently stroked your forehead, leading his hand to your cheek which was turning red in seconds.
“Let me relax you.” You mutter, taking his belt off, pulling at it a little to make him grunt. He looked at you and nodded. He wanted you to know he was okay…he knew you stressed too much about him.
You gently pulled his cock out, it got hard in little time the second your hand stroked it. He let out sweet moans and growls.
You spit on his hard member and let your soft lips kiss his tip. “Ooh, fuck baby.” He breathed as his hand grip your ponytail. He tugged a littlez but not too hard.
You looked him dead in the eyes once you took his whole cock in your mouth. He gasped, letting out a light moan. He was shaking from all the needed pleasure.
“So good…” he managed to speak, pulling your hair a bit more to take control. “So good for me babygirl.” He pushed your head down with his palm.
His sweet groans filled the room. You let him take control, practically using you for his own pleasure. His grip was gentle, but his cock was unwillingly rough, hitting the back of your throat.
You gagged and moaned every once in a while, making him pause to give you a small break.
He panted heavily once more, pushing your head down further. “Agh!”
“Mmh hm” you moaned on his cock. He was out of it, he had let go of your ponytail, too focused on pleasure. So you took control.
You bobbed your head up and down, making him moan louder, letting his fast breaths fill the room as you inched him closer to his climax.
“Yes fuck. Baby, gonna cum!” He spoke broken words, letting out small bursts of moans and quiet yelps.
You went a little faster just to ease him, you weren’t teasing, not tonight anyways. His moans were too sweet to listen to. It was like all his hell lifted off his shoulders.
“Ahhh” he let out a string of groans when his cum shot to the back of your throat. You let off of him and he stroked himself a couple times. “You’re too good for me baby.”
fallen angel is so good wow it's like god answered my prayer because not long ago i was talking to myself about how i wish there's a good demon jk fic who likes to corrupt innocent souls and you served a very delicious meal thanks maam 🙏 i see your reqs are open! would you like to entertain this idea of werewolf jk who stole someone else's mate 😙 her mate could be abusive so that's why jk "saves" her or maybe jk did it for funsies bcs he's just obsessed with her lol 😆
creature of the night. jjk
pairing: alpha!jk x beta!reader
wc: 6.6k
warnings: werewolf!jk, softdom!jk, super super desperate reader, reader is taken, cheating, pwp this is nasty yall, slight coercion, light fingering (f receiving), light oral (f receiving), overstimulation, light crying, light blood, pet names, light voyernism, some aggressiveness/abusive behavior (not from jungkook), jimin is reader’s original mate !!
a/n: my first req !! tysm anon for requesting !! im not super familiar with the werewolf trope so i hope you like it !! (this fic lowk had me distracted halfway through writing phew its a nasty one) reqs still open !!
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you were always happy with jimin. at least that’s what you told yourself.
it wasn’t until he stopped touching you that you realized something was wrong. he made excuses, he was busy, he wasn’t in the mood, he was stressed about his pack i mean being an alpha isn’t easy work after all. but you had been through three separate heat cycles now, and you were frustrated.
every month passed, another heat you had to endure, waiting for your alpha to take care of you, but he never did.
and then, there was jungkook.
he was the alpha of an enemy pack, a competitor, and jimin’s lifelong threat. and he was obsessed with you, the idea of stealing jimin’s most prized possession right out from under his feet drove him wild, and he never failed to show you just how bad he wanted you.
“you look tired, sweetheart. long night?” you hear the familiar voice creeping up behind you. you could smell him coming from a mile away but gave up on any attempts to avoid him, knowing he would always track you down.
you continue piling the wood in front of you, preparing for a long winter, after all it was your responsibility as the alpha’s mate to take a maternal role for the entire pack.
“no. and even if it was i wouldn’t tell you about it.” you respond coldly, you hated his presence, and you hated that he could see right through your relationship struggles.
you didn’t even need to look at him to hear the grin on his face, slicing his words in half as he spoke.
“awww is jimin really treating you that bad, sweetheart?” you can feel him coming closer to you, but you continue to ignore his approaching frame as best as you can, continuing with your woodpile with your back facing him.
“jimin is… jimin.” is all you can muster before grabbing a stack of wood and heading to your cabin, without even a glance at the man standing behind you. but you already know he’s following, like a lost puppy looking for his mother.
“that bad, huh? i know what will make you feel better.” his footsteps follow behind you as you approach the cabin. luckily for you, the whole pack including your mate were out hunting for the day, preparing for what was supposed to be a frigid winter. you knew if jimin saw him on his territory, he would throw a fit, nevermind speaking to you. he knew jungkook had taken an interest in you recently, but he never knew the true extent of it. the paw prints by your window in the snow, the scent he gave off when he was in your presence. the flirty comments were the least of your concern being that your heat was approaching again soon, and being alone with an alpha, especially not one that’s your mate, was a very bad idea. you didn’t have full clarity in your mind or control of your body during a heat, especially not around an alpha.
you threw the wood down at the foot of the cabin door, turning around to face jungkook for the first time since your interaction had started.
his frame was large, almost larger than normal, hair a curly mess on top of his head, with his arms crossed along his chest. if you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought he looked like a real alpha, the one you’ve been dreaming of the last couple months. but you pushed these thoughts aside quickly.
“oh yeah? and what will make me feel better?” you mimic his stance, crossing your arms and tilting your head, keeping your cold demeanor as best as you can. it was hard to hate someone you had no reason to hate, especially since jungkook had been nothing but nice to you, aside from the occasional harassment. but you were jimin’s mate, and anyone jimin hated, you hated the same.
“me.” he smirks down at you, taking a step closer to you, towering over you as he slowly approached, his gaze darkening as you begin to feel a bubble arising in your stomach. your heat was supposed to begin tonight, and you needed to stay far away from an alphas that weren’t your boyfriend.
you resist the urge to back up as he walks closer to you, instead, walking past him and brushing against his shoulder in the process, making your way back to the wood pile that was calling your name.
“in your dreams, jeon. do you want jimin to kill you?” you call out as you pick up another pile of wood and begin bringing it back to the house. you feel your heart drop as jungkook takes another step closer to you, grabbing the wood from your arms and placing it next to the original pile by the cabin.
“jimin couldn’t kill me if he tried. plus, even if he did, i’d at least die going after something i wanted.” he glances at you, smiling, before going back to the wood and picking up another arm full, doing your job for you as he continues bringing more and more to the foot of the cabin.
“jungkook, you seriously need to stop with this. i know it’s your lifelong dream to destroy him or whatever, but find some other way to do it, i’m not getting involved.” you say, watching carefully as he finishes placing down the last piece of wood, leaning up so he’s now towering over you once more. he reaches a hand up, gripping your chin gently as he tilts your head to look up at him. you feel your stomach twirl at the small gesture, but never let your face show it.
jungkook however, as an alpha, has a very keen sense of smell. especially when it comes to betas that aren’t being properly satisfied, or are in heat. you, are both of those things. and jungkook could smell how desperate you were before he even reached the property line.
he smirks at you, watching your expression carefully. “you’re already involved, sweetheart.” he releases your chin and watches as your eyebrows furrow together. “plus, i couldn’t stop if i wanted to. not when im so close to getting what i want.” he tucks a hair behind your ear carefully before turning around and walking away, without even a glance behind him at your frozen stature at the foot of the cabin.
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“do anything productive today?” your boyfriend’s sweet words echo through the dining room. you glance up from your food that you had barely touched and watch him as he eyes you carefully, waiting for a response.
“not really. brought some wood inside, that’s about it.” you bring your fork down to your plate, poking at the meat lightly before putting it down completely, leaning back in your chair. you couldn’t eat, not with the impending doom of your relationship in the back of your mind and that god forsaken alpha next door that won’t leave you alone.
jimin quirks an eyebrow before bringing his fork up to his mouth, taking another bite. “that’s strange because i heard you had a visitor.” he says in between chewing. you feel your heart drop. how could he have known? and the fact that you lied about it wasn’t helping your case whatsoever.
you gulp gently, trying to regain your composure. “y-yeah. i didn’t talk to him long though. i made him leave.”
“that’s not what it looked like, y/n.” his voice is calm, but that only makes you more nervous. how could he have seen? he didn’t get home until hours after your interaction with jungkook.
“jimin, i promise you have nothing to-“
“like hell i don’t!” you feel your body jump involuntarily as jimin smashes his hands down on the dinner table, causing the silverware to vibrate aggressively. you feel your heart begin to race, your mind swarming with thoughts as you watch him take a breath and calmly bring his fork back up to his mouth, taking another bite of his dinner.
“you know how i feel about him, y/n. why would you even utter a word to him. not to mention his obsession with you.”
“he’s not obsessed with-“
“i swear to fucking god if you finish that sentence.” you watch as jimin points his fork at you, almost threatening. you gulp again. you had no idea what had gotten into him lately. this wasn’t his first outburst recently, but if you had told the you that met him years ago that the sweet boy you knew would’ve turned into this monster, you would’ve never believed yourself
“jimin, please-“ you mutter, feeling defeated.
“you should be begging for my forgiveness, y/n. dumb fucking slut all you care about is getting dick. the second i get busy with the pack you start running off with my arch nemesis.” his words hit you like a ton of bricks, and you feel your heart pang in your chest. how could he say those things?
“jimin i never-“
“the next time i see you even breathing the same air as him, we’re done. you want to be an alpha’s slut so bad? go have him.” you watch as the love of your life stands up from his spot at the dinner table, throwing his silverware down onto his plate and storming off.
you were in shock. you didn’t know what to say, what to think. but you didn’t have time to process this right now, your heat was approaching and you needed to prepare for the night.
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you feel the warm water consume your body as you bring yourself into the bathtub. the heat comforting your cold heart almost instantaneously. as much as you wanted to push the day’s events to the back of your mind, you couldn’t help but hear jimin’s words ringing in your ears. you could barely control when jungkook approached you nevermind ignored him completely. it was nearly impossible!
you take a breath and exhale, sighing as you lean your head down and under the water, allowing it to swallow you hole.
you are only under the water for half a second, finally feeling some sort of relaxation, and then, it hits you. the first wave.
your body shudders, your heart dropping to your stomach as you feel a deep flutter between your legs.
you immediately come up for air, inhaling deeply as you cross your legs, trying to make the feeling subside in any way you can. the first couple waves are normally not that bad, but because you hadn’t been stuffed by an alpha in so long, the waves only got worse, and worse.
you feel a moan escape your lips, quickly covering your mouth before standing up from the tub and grabbing a towel, wrapping it around your bare body and escaping to your room with quick strides.
since you and jimin started to struggle, you had been sleeping in the guest room of the cabin, which is typically reserved for a member of the back during a time of need, but right now, that was you.
you quickly sit down on the edge of your bed, trying to breathe through the wave as best you can, your knuckles turning white gripping the towel across your chest.
the room is silent, air slightly chilly, enough to make your nipples harden underneath the now cold towel.
you groan, knowing that this is only the beginning, and that you needed to restrain yourself quickly before you got any funny ideas about running next door to find an alpha to mate with.
you barely had time to grab the restraints from your closet before another wave hits you, hard. you feel your knees buckle underneath you, growing weaker and weaker with each stride as the flutter travels from in between your thighs, to your desperate hole.
you feel another moan escape your lips as you regain your composure and bring the restraints to your bed.
typically you would prefer to be clothed during your heat, but right now you didn’t have time for that considering each wave was approaching faster and faster.
you lay down quickly, heart thumping in your chest as you fumble with the restraints, tying yourself to the headboard as best as you can.
once you’re fully immobilized, you take a deep breath, your legs clenching together as the heat circles around your core, the sweet tingling only making you more and more desperate, and before you know it, you’re a mess.
writhing on top of the covers, a thin sheet of sweat covered your body, your nipples exposed to the cold air only making you more sensitive. you couldn’t help the whines of desperation that left your throat. you were trying to be as quiet as possible, knowing damn well that a beta in heat without a mate was like a magnet for any alpha within a 10 mile radius, but there was only one you were worried about right now.
jungkook knew your heat was approaching before he even laid eyes on you this afternoon, and he knew that jimin hadn’t mated with you in at least three months judging by your scent.
he relived the moment he first saw you over and over in his head, staring at the ceiling longingly as he imagined how perfect you would look taking his cock, how much he would love to make you scream his name, how he would love for jimin to watch.
he smirks, feeling himself get hard at the thought of you.
but his smirk quickly drops when he hears a gentle cry in the distance.
jungkook had decided to sleep with his window open tonight, hoping that he could air out the lingering scent of you off his body before it drove him mad. but what he wasn’t prepared for was the sound of you whining across the pine trees from beside his window.
he feels his cock twitch as he makes the realization that those weren’t whines of pleasure, but whines of desperation. he figured your heat was approaching, but he didn’t realize it was here already. and not only that, but the fact that jimin wasn’t taking care of you filled him with a rage he couldn’t describe.
he feels a pinch in his palms as he opens his hands and sees the crescent patches painting his palms red, a sign of his anger, of his rage.
i should go check on her, make sure no lingering alphas get any ideas. but his thoughts are fruitless, as he’s already outside your window by the time the brain wave is complete.
but what he wasn’t prepared for, was the sight of your bare, naked body chained to your bed.
he groans darkly at the sight of you, writhing in desperation as your body pleads for some sort of relief. he brings his hand down to his pants, palming his hard on gently as his brain twists and turns at the image.
and got your scent. it was seeping through the walls. how could jimin function, nevermind sleep through this? never had he seen such a needy beta, not even in their first heat had he ever seen one so desperate.
what kind of alpha would he be if he didn’t take care of her?
you feel one of the waves finish, sliding off your body gracefully as if it didn’t leave you destroyed. each wave got more and more painful, and you were wondering how much longer you could put up with this before it consumed you completely.
your legs were shaking tirelessly, beads of sweat dribbling down your forehead as you take a deep breath in, trying to regain your composure as best you can.
but, there’s something wrong. you picked up a strange smell in the air, something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.
suddenly, you hear the gentle creek of your bedroom door. your body freezes, completely consumed with fear as you see a tall shadow standing in the doorway of your room.
jimin is not that tall.
you begin to whimper in fear, moving your legs so your sat against the headboard. your pleas are gentle, but any good alpha could easily decipher what they meant; please spare me.
you watch carefully as the shadow takes a step towards you, a beam of moonlight from the window shining on a small portion of his face.
“j-jungkook?” you whimper, your legs shaking gently at the feeling of another wave coming your way. you had to deter it as best as you could, you knew that you wouldn’t be able to control yourself once it arrived, especially not with him in front of you.
but, he didn’t respond, only walked closer to you, as if in a trance.
he brings a hand up to your leg, his finger gently sliding across your burning skin, carefully examining every mole and freckle along the way.
“jungkook?” you say a bit louder this time, and you watch as his face snaps up, awaking him from his day dream.
“i-i smelt you. m-my window was open, and i c-couldn’t stop myself.” he stutters, his voice less dominant and more nervous as his finger continued to trace lines up and down your thigh. you suddenly became aware of your naked state and felt a wave of guilt rush over you. jimin was going to kill you if he found out.
the feeling of jungkook’s hand on your skin stirred another wave of heat through your body, and you can’t help the moan that escapes your lips as you double over, your legs shaking aggressively as a line of slick leaks from your throbbing hole, landing on the sheets beneath you.
you’d be blind if you didn’t notice jungkook’s eyes quickly travel from your thigh, to in between them, widening as he sees the mess you’ve made already of your bed sheets.
you feel another moan escape your lips at the mere thought of his presence, silently scolding yourself for feeling this way, but you couldn’t help it, it was in your nature.
“jungkook, p-please. you c-can’t be h-here.” you stutter in between whimpers, your body shaking aggressively now as the wave takes over completely, washing you from head to toe and causing more slick to leak out of you in the process.
jungkook however, is stuck in place. his eyes were dancing around your body, from your face, to your breasts, to your gushing hole and everywhere in between. there was no way he was leaving this room now.
he feels his dominance kick in at the sound of your moans, knowing that an intense wave just hit you, and suddenly, his alpha stature comes out.
he quickly takes a seat next to you on the bed, brushing the hair out from your sweaty face.
“shhh, it’s okay, it’s okay just breathe.” you feel your core twist and turn at his words. you had never seen him so gentle before. he was always just harassing you, his alpha side must’ve kicked in when he was you experiencing a wave.
“j-jungkook. please. i won’t be able to s-stop myself.” your legs shake, your eyes closed tightly as you fight the urge to lunge at him and break your restraints.
jungkook noticed and gulps, feeling his dick twitch at the thought of being able to fuck you, mark you as his, mate with you, while jimin is right in the other room.
his mouth salivates at the sight before him, his eyes locked on your core as he watches it leak more and more slick, the bed sheets saturated with your desperation.
before he has time to process what he’s doing, he leans down, his face now in between your thighs, his breathing short and ragged as he watches your hole throb around nothing.
“just one taste…” you hear him mutter to himself beneath you. you open your mouth, wanting to tell him to stop, but nothing comes out, and your body suddenly shakes as he licks a stripe up your core.
you moan loudly, hands wrapped tightly around the restraints in an attempt to hold yourself up, your legs quivering harshly as he licks another stripe, stopping at your clit and sucking on it tightly.
you feel feral, completely overwhelmed, your body sweating profusely now as he continues to lick and suckle on your core, you can’t stop yourself from the uncontrollable moans and groans that leave your mouth.
“f-fuck. jungkook, p-please stop.” you plead, your voice weak and trembling. as much as you wanted him to stop, for the sake of your relationship, your body was desperate for the slightest bit of touch he could give you, and the more he continues his ministrations on your core, the less you’re able to control your heat from consuming you entirely.
he wraps his arms under your thighs, getting a better grip on you as he continues to eat you out relentlessly, his tongue never once faltering as he buries his face into your sopping cunt.
you moan loudly, unable to control the volume of your screams as you internally panic at the thought of jimin hearing you, or worse, being able to smell jungkook in the house. you pray to anyone that might listen to you that he’s fast asleep, but you know better. he may have been able to conceal it, but jimin’s alpha instincts would never allow him to sleep during one of your heats, it simply wasn’t possible.
jungkook pulls away from your core briefly, his face covered in your juices as he looks up at you from between your legs. the sight of you covered in sweat and heaving struggling to retain any air in your lungs only fuels him more.
“you taste so fucking good.” his voice is low and growled as he begins to move so he’s hovering above you now, your faces merely inches apart as he looks down at you. his eyes tracing your figure, his mouth agape and lips swollen, skin shining with the reflection of your juices.
you feel like you’re unable to function or think under his intense gaze, you gulp harshly, your mind overwhelmed with thoughts of your relationship, but your body unconsciously leaning up into his, trying to gain any sort of friction you can.
“let me take care of you.” he whispers, leaning down into the crook of your neck as he peppers kisses along your sticky skin. you moan deeply, cursing your body for reacting to him so easily. you hadn’t been touched in months, and he was doing everything perfectly, like he somehow already knew your body inside and out, and it was driving you crazy.
“j-jungkook.” is all your able to mutter before he begins sucking harshly on your neck, marking you in desperation. you buck your hips up into his at the sudden force, arms pulling harshly on your restraints in a subconscious attempt to break free.
“so needy, so sweet, and all for me.” he whispers in between kisses, trailing down to your breasts before taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking harshly. you feel another wave of heat consuming your body at his actions, causing you to scream out again, your legs trembling and core pulsing as it leaks more slick out onto the bed.
you’re about to protest, stop him, do anything to save your relationship until you feel his hand slide in between your thighs, prodding your wet hole before pushing inside you, still marking your breasts and chest along the way.
you moan out again, body tensing as you feel yourself tighten around his fingers harshly as he starts a steady pace on your cunt.
“let’s do something about that heat of yours, yeah?” you groan again at his words, the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of you almost too much for you to bare. your eyes clench shut as you begin to shake even harder now, desperate to feel more. you bite your lip in an attempt to stay quiet but it’s no use, only breaking the skin on your bottom lip as it begins to bleed lightly.
jungkook smells the blood almost immediately and returns his attention to your face, admiring your swollen red lips. he continues his ministrations on your cunt but leans forward, devouring your lips in a passionate kiss, licking up the small drops of blood that hover on your skin.
you groan into his mouth, feeling the way his fingers curl up into you, and the heat of his tongue on yours, bucking your hips up involuntarily and pulling on your arm restraints harshly, wanting to be closer to him.
jungkook notices your attempts to escape the restraints and removes his fingers from your hole, feeling it tighten around nothing at the sudden emptiness. he brings his hands to your restraints and begins undoing them, pulling away from the kiss and watching as your eyes widen with panic.
“i-i won’t be able to control myself.” your voice shakes as you plead to him not to undo your restraints.
“i don’t want you to.” he says calmly as he fully releases you from your confinement, your arms falling down to the bed harshly as the panic sets in on the intensity of the situation.
he looks at your expression, seeing the worry in your eyes as your arms shake, your body fighting its natural urges to pounce on him and ride him until you can’t walk.
he brings his hands up to your face, cupping your cheeks gently as he reassures you.
“mate with me.” his voice comes out in a beg, filled with passion and need. you widen your eyes again at his request. he was asking you to leave jimin for him ? was he insane ?
“what?”
he looks at you again, his touch soothing the patches of sweat on your face, moving your hair so it’s no longer sticking to your forehead.
“mate with me.” he repeats, his voice just as desperate as the first time he asked. you’re unable to think. how could he possibly ask you to leave jimin ? he knew how much you loved him, not to mention your dedication to his pack. you suddenly get flashbacks to your dinner with him earlier, the way he yelled at you, his aggressive behavior, what he said about jungkook. you gulp harshly, consumed by your thoughts as you feel yourself begin to drift away from your current situation.
“you’re not happy, y/n. when was the last time he touched you ?” you feel a pang of shame in your heart at his words, you knew he was right, but you’d never be able to forgive yourself if you betrayed jimin like that.
“a true alpha would never let his mate endure their heat alone, even if he was mad. it’s not right and you know it.” you hear his words but you’re unable to respond, all you can think about was how jimin was in the next room, whether or not he could hear everything that was happening, all your happy moments together.
jungkook watches as you drift away from the conversation, and he brings his head back down into the crook of your neck, suckling the skin gently.
“mate with me.” his voice is more desperate now, kissing from your neck down to your shoulders. you feel yourself moan at his touch, your head lulling back as you allow him to take more space on your skin.
“mate with me.” he repeats, dragging his lips down to your collarbones and chest, passionately pecking any free patch of skin he could find.
“mate with me.” he brings his hands up to your shoulders and lays you back on the bed, kissing all the way down to your stomach and thighs, running his hands along the wet skin and scratching it gently.
“mate with me.” he leans back, bringing his hands down to his waistband and pulling them off quickly, his hands finding the hem of his shirt as well, pulling those off too, leaving him just in his boxers as he teasingly brings your hand to the waistband, tracing it gently.
you’re eyes widen at the sight of his hard on, he was bigger than you could’ve ever imagined. you feel his soft skin under the waistband of his boxers, feeling the gentle goosebumps arise as you run your fingers along it, instinctively wrapping your fingers around it signaling for him to take them off.
without a word, he follows your instructions, pulling his boxers down as you watch his cock spring free, drops of precum trickling down the head as he returns to his place above you on the bed.
he leans forward, his cock laying on your tummy as he kisses you passionately, your hips bucking up into his cock as you feel another wave rush over you. the feeling of his cock being so close to your core driving you wild.
you moan gently into his lips, your legs shaking slightly as you grind up into him, the base of his cock swiping against your core softly causing you to cry out again.
jungkook pulls away from the kiss, admiring how fucked out you looked already, bringing his hand down to his cock and aligning it with your entrance, prodding your hole gently.
“mate with me.” his voice now barely a whisper as he rubs the head of his cock between your soaked folds. you moan loudly again, feeling completely overwhelmed by every movement he made. you wanted nothing more than to say yes and allow him to fuck you right then and there, but you couldn’t stop thinking about jimin, and what that would mean for your relationship.
he brings the head of his cock back to your hole, watching as another heat takes over you, leaking hot liquid onto his tip. he growls at the sight, pushing the head gently into your core and watching as your mouth falls open at the feeling. he brings his hands to your hips, holding them in place against the bed as he stays still, only keeping the head of his cock inside you, and never once moving.
“mate with me.” his voice is now a low whisper, watching you struggle to keep your composure under him. you’re fighting against his hold, bucking your hips up as he holds you in place, anything to make him push into you deeper, but he never does.
“j-jungkook, p-please.” you groan, desperate for him to fuck you. you wiggle your hips at an attempt to gain friction but it’s no use with the way he holds you against the bed. you were cornered, you could either say yes and get what you wanted, or say no and watch as he leaves you even more desperate than you were before.
“mate with me, y/n.” his voice is sterner now, his gaze burning holes into you as you look up at him, his eyes dark and full of lust. you knew he would be an aggressive lover just by looking at him. nothing about him screamed gentle.
“p-please.” your eyes begin to well up at the overstimulation.
“do you know how fucking good i can make you feel?” your breath hitches in your throat as he rolls his hips forward, pushing his cock into you, slowly.
you feel your walls stretch around his length as he slowly moves his cock deeper into you, he was so big you thought it would never end.
“do you know how well i’d take care of you if you were mine?” you’re unable to form words as he bottoms out inside of you, still holding your hips in place as he settles within your cunt, stopping once he’s fully inside of you.
“you’d have your heat every night with the way i’d fuck you.” you feel a moan fall from your lips at the feeling of having him inside of you, his words only stirring the butterflies inside your core.
“mate with me.” he places a hand on your chin and forces you to look up at him, watching as your face is contorted with pleasure and overstimulation. and before you have time to process it, the word is leaving your mouth.
“okay.”
he quickly brings a hand up to your mouth, covering it tightly as he fucks up into you at an inhumane pace.
“good girl, fuck.” he mumbles, his cock stretching you out deliciously as he fucks you into the bed. you realize now why he covered your mouth as you begin to cry out loudly, his palm muffling the nasty sounds that spill from your lips.
his cock was big, bigger than you were used to, and the way it perfectly hit your g-spot with every thrust was driving you insane. you brought your hands up to his shoulders to find something to hold on to, feeling as they tense under your touch.
“god you’re so fucking tight. when was the last time he fucked you?” you moan again at his words, feeling him move his hand away slightly for you to respond.
“t-three months ago.” you stutter, your voice shaky as he covers your mouth once more, groaning as he fucks you even harder.
“fuck. i’m gonna take such good care of you, baby. you’re gonna forget he ever existed.” you feel your body shake aggressively as he picks up his pace, wrapping your legs around his back to allow him to fuck you deeper. he growls at the small action, moving his hand from your mouth to your throat as he wraps his fingers around your neck lightly.
“bet he didn’t fuck you like this, did he?” he tightens his grip around your neck, your head swirling as he cuts of your ability to breathe. you feel a head rush wash over you, your vision darkening slightly as you do your best to whisper a response.
“f-fuck, no he didn’t.” he releases his grip around your neck at your words, watching as you shake in pleasure beneath him. he can’t help the smirk that falls across his lips knowing that jimin was in just the next room.
he wraps an arm around your waist and flips you over so you’re on your stomach, pushing his cock into you once more as he grips your hips slightly.
you moan out loudly at the new position, already feeling like he’s pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
“wanna hear that pretty voice, wanna hear you moan my name, want jimin to hear it too.” he slaps your ass harshly as he continues pulling your hips down to his own, fucking you from behind.
your knuckles are turning white from your aggressive hold on the sheets, your lips bit tightly between your teeth as you shake your head, the thought of jimin hearing you scaring you half to death.
but jungkook doesn’t like that response.
he wraps a hand around your hair pulling you back roughly, you let out a squeal at the sudden aggressiveness. his hips never stalled as he brought his other hand to your front, dragging it down to your clit and rubbing torturous circles with his fingers.
you moan out loudly as he continues to fuck you like this, his hands on your clit pushing you towards the edge faster and faster.
“wanna try that again?” he whispers into your ear as he continues to fuck into you, your mind is completely blank, all you can think about is your approaching orgasm and the way his fingers feel against your clit.
jungkook smiles to himself, noting how easily you get overstimulated, and lets go of your hair to watch your upper half fall back to the bed roughly. he brings both of his hands back to your hips and begins to fuck you harder.
“close already, huh sweetheart?” your body begins to shake, his mocking tone shooting straight to your core as you feel yourself begin to teeter on the edge. all you can do is moan loudly in response, you’re sure jimin could hear you, anyone in a 10 mile radius probably could.
“cum baby, wanna feel you cream on my cock like a good pup.” and at his words you can no longer hold back, your cunt tightening around him as you begin to squirt, coating his cock and balls with your slick, your vision turning black and head spinning as you scream loudly.
jungkook’s hips stall slightly at the way you squeeze him, almost pushing his cock out of you completely. his lower half entirely soaked with your slick as he groans loudly. he’d never seen a pup so desperate for an alpha that they squirted on him. he begins to fuck into you faster, his high approaching quickly too as he runs his hands up and down your sides, soothing you gently.
“shhh it’s okay, baby. you did so good, such a good girl for me.” his voice is shaky but he never shows how much you affected him. you begin to come back to reality, your entire body convulsing in overstimulation as you feel him continue to fuck you. his soothing actions by your sides only turning you on more, making the overstimulation worse as you writhe and wiggle under his hold.
“ahh- fuck.” you squeal, you had never felt this level of overstimulation before. normally jimin doesn’t even make you finish.
“almost there baby, fuck.” jungkook’s thrusts become sloppy as he fucks into you harder, making your cunt scream out in pain. he takes his final couple thrusts before groaning loudly and spilling his seed inside of you, filling you up completely. it’s more than you’re used to, you’ve never seen a man cum so much.
“fuck.” he mumbles, his thrusts slowing down as he fucks his seed into you. after a couple deep breaths he pulls his cock out, watching as the mixture of your fluids leak out, your hole pulsing with need as they drip onto the sheets below you.
you collapse onto the bed, feeling completely overwhelmed, but even more fulfilled knowing that you finally have an alpha that can take care of you and your needs.
jungkook collapses beside you, bringing a hand to your head as he tucks a hair behind your ear.
“what did he ever do to deserve you?” he mumbles just over a whisper, watching as you close your eyes gently out of over-tiredness.
just when you feel you’re about to drift into a deep sleep, you hear a creak in the doorway, your heart dropping to your stomach as you open your eyes widely, seeing jungkook’s cocky expression as he watches his gaze shift to the bedroom door.
“what the fuck.” you hear jimin’s familiar voice across the room, feeling an overwhelming sense of regret and shame wash over you, but you’re internally glad you’re not facing the doorway and can’t see his expression.
jungkook stands up from off the bed, reaching for his boxers before sliding them up over his legs and cock proudly.
“i told you i’d get her.” you hear jungkook respond confidently, finishing putting his clothes on before leaning back down to you and wrapping a towel over your figure, picking you up in one swift movement.
he looks down at your face, seeing your eyes scrunched up tightly, an expression of guilt painted on your beautiful features.
you can feel his chest grumble, but don’t open your eyes or respond as he shoots jimin a glare and brushes past him, walking out the cabin and into the wild.
you were his now, and he wasn’t going to let anything stand in the way.
puppy art who gets so horny when you’re not around that he humps the bed
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well yes. Like I can just imagine you having a class at like 6 p.m that goes until 8, and he’s just waiting for you in your dorm. He reads, does homework, texts Patrick for a bit, anything to distract himself from being alone with his thoughts. Then he’s looking around your room. Roaming through your desk, glancing at all the pictures on your walls. Then he goes to your closet, he thinks it would be silly to see how many of his sweaters and shirts you’ve collected throughout the year and confront you about it. But when he opens the closet door and sees your underwear and bra drawer open, his mouth goes dry and his breathing grows heavy. His mind fills with images of you and your beautiful tits spilling from your lacy bra.
He picks up one of your bras from Victoria secret and feels the fabric with his pointer finger and thumb. He sighs and puts it back.
Then be picks up a pair of your panties. It’s just a simple pair of underwear, black with a tiny white bow on the front of the waistband. He could feel the blood rushing down to his cock as the swirly feeing of arousal filled his lower belly. He brought the underwear up to his cheek and took in a deep breath as he felt the smooth fabric against his skin. He then brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply before groaning. Obviously this pair was clean and smelled like laundry detergent, but of course anything slightly dirty like your undergarments, made Art horny as fuck. Without thinking he walked over to your bed and laid down on his stomach, the panties covering his nose and mouth as he started to grind against your covers. He panted softly against the silky fabric, his eyes shut and his eyebrows pinched together.
His shorts felt too tight and uncomfortable as his cock was fully hard now. He sat up quickly and took off his shirt and shorts, then he slowly dragged his boxers down his legs and threw them on the floor. He shifted onto his stomach and sighed happily when his cock rubbed against the bed. He brought the underwear to his nose hummed as his hips started to move and grind against the mattress. The feeling of pleasure consumed him. Soon, his grinding turned into rutting, he panted and moaned loudly as he humped your bed. As he got closer and closer his moans grew high pitched and whiny. As he felt the band in his lower belly tightening he shoved your panties into his mouth and breathed heavily against them, the fabric muffling his moans and whimpers. His hips and legs were moving quickly, eager to achieve more pleasure. Suddenly, the band in his belly snapped and his orgasm hit him with a wave of pleasure. He moaned loudly, his shaky legs continuing to move against the bed to get friction against his sensitive cock, hoping to prolong the pleasure. Ropes of his satin white cum stained your bed, but Art didn’t even notice, his brain too blank and dumb from pleasure to notice anything other than the pulsing he felt in his dick and the pleasure that overwhelmed his entire body. His lower body finally stopped moving. He lazily pulled your underwear from his mouth and he inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, his body relaxing. He cuddled up against your pillow, his eyes still shut, but the crease between his eyebrows was gone.
When you got back to your dorm after class, he was passed out, but the evidence of his actions were visible. You smiled to yourself, of course he would do this, he’s just a puppy with needs after all.
(Hope you guys like! Sorry if there’s any mistakes!)
something something... art donaldson eating it over clothes
he's exhausted after a long day of practice or a difficult match and just desperately wants to be in your arms and unwind. curls up with you as you watch tv or something, head nuzzling into your lap. your hand cards through his hair idly, nails softly scraping across his scalp so casually. it could've lulled him to sleep if he wasn't so desperate for you. he presses soft kisses to your thighs, practically burying his face between them until you shift enough to give him room. his gentle kisses to the soft flesh of your thighs turn messier, more intent until he's straight up mouthing at your skin. his teeth nip at the soft skin there until your legs open up even more, the scent of you, the heat of you overwhelming him until his face is just buried right between your thighs, not even bothering with your shorts. his hands knead at your thighs, lazily mouthing at your shorts until they're all sopping wet and it's so much bc it's just not enough. but he's just so lost in it, eyes closed, humming and huffing each time your nails scratch his scalp or he draws another little moan from you. yeah.
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