"ngh- i can't do it anymooooree..!" you whine, tears trailing down your heated face, accompanied by sweat dribbling down your forehead.
your wrists are tied to the headboard of your bed: the originally cozy, plush quilt, gradually reduced into a stifling pressure that constantly rubbed against your warm skin.
torn between pleasure and pain, your sweet, pitiful whimpers echoed continuously throughout the humid room. satoru pants, the veins of his neck slightly bulging—clearly from his desperate attempts to hold back.
"one more time baby," he presses a moist, lingering kiss on your forehead, arms draped across your waist, with two fingers stuffed into your slick cunt. his other hand held a small, vibrating device against your throbbing clit, tracing focused circles around it.
you sob, "p-please.. please jus' let me cum.." you gripped the sheets with your trembling hands, trying to ground yourself amidst the blinding sparks that fried your senses.
he chuckles, delighted by your pleas. he moves the vibrator close to the folds of your entrance, merely teasing instead of providing you that sweet release you've been chasing. "c'mon baby.. you can hold it, right? aren't you a good girl?"
a cry tears itself out from your raspy throat, "i can't—mmh..! c-can't, can't do it." your ears are ringing, eyes rolled back. the vibrations are ruthless against your sensitive pussy, his fingers stimulating that plush spot within your velvet walls.
"naughty." his eyes darkened, cruelly withdrawing the toy and stopping his own movements altogether. whimpering, your hips mindlessly shook, thrusting against nothing. you shiver, helplessly gazing into his deep blue eyes.
retaining eye contact, his fingers; wet and sticky, caressed your twitching thighs, moving up, up, uppp—placing his palm directly against your abdomen, exerting just enough pressure to make you squirm.
"poor, poor girl. you really want to cum, don't you?" he coos, peppering chaste kisses against your tear-stained cheeks. "want me to stuff my dick into your drooling pussy, yeah?" you hurriedly nod, oblivious to his manipulation.
he grins, "i just don't think you deserve it." your swollen lips wobble, a pout ever present. you hate being denied, yet you feel yourself clenching around air, the absence of being filled frustrating you immensely.
"please, please, please—i'll do anything..! i promise, i'll be good.." your voice cracks, teeth biting down your own bleeding lips.
he smirks, "really? anything?"
you nod, letting out pathetic cries. pleading oh so sweetly. his cock throbs in his pants, adoring the control he has on your mind and your body. the mere sight of you sobbing, slobbering against yourself, skin sticking on skin; rubbing your thighs together like a bitch in heat (though he'd rather die than think of you that way)—it was addictive.
so, so obsessively addicting, that he really wanted to eat you whole. to consume you completely, and merge as one, complete being with your soul. it sends tingles up his spine, shaking with enthusiastic pleasure.
he swallows the saliva pooling in his mouth, licking his drying lips. "then i suppose you can definitely hold on for another hour, no?"
and when you whine, indignant, wanting to oppose—he stuffs a finger into your mouth, pinching your tongue. subconsciously, you obediently close your lips around the singular digit, gagging; effectively shutting yourself up in the process.
he turns the vibrator back on, watching as you try to run away from the pleasure that he forcefully places against your puffy clit. with pride, he licks your ears, whispering, "that's my girl."
synopsis: heeseung was always the freak, always the dominant one in sex. but when you saw his new playboy boxers peaking through his clothes? oh boy, you went absolutely feral.
warnings: smut, reader is kinda dominant (??), heeseung gets dominant later, blowjob, orgasm denial, riding, unprotected sex (don't do this!!), breast stimulation, heeseung eventually shoves his boxers into reader's mouth, just pure filth tbh. minors do not interact.
author's notes: I got this request all the way back to february, right after I posted about heeseung wearing the playboy underwear. and I put it aside for a while before march 10 and everything happened. I couldn't even look at the draft, I was running from it like it was the plague. but it's here now, and I hope you guys like it. kisses!
tonight was just a movie night. you and heeseung chilling in his apartment, watching a movie in his comfy couch, his arm around you as you both ate popcorn.
you were just laying your head on his shoulder, satisfied. you heard your phone buzz, on the left of the couch. sighing, you move to check the message.
"who is it, baby?" heeseung asks calmly, eyes still on the movie.
you turn your phone off. "just yunjin texting me about some guy she-"
you stop on your tracks when your eyes look down.
'playboy' with the logo beside it, peaking out of his sweatpants. new boxers, definitely. holy fucking shit.
heeseung frowned. "doll?" he looked at you, frowning even more when he saw your eyes stuck down somewhere. he looked down, about to ask if it was some kind of bug.
"hee... when did you buy these?" you ask lowly. slowly. your fingers ran on top of the edge gently.
he frowned even more before he realized you were talking about the boxers. "oh, I think last week. I read somewhere they were more comfortable, and they really are, so-"
you shut him up as you kissed him, going to his lap. the kiss was desperate, one of your hands still on his hip and the other on his neck now.
heeseung was caught off-guard, placing his hands on your hips as he kissed you back. "doll- doll, what-" you didn't let him speak, sucking on his tongue, getting a moan off him.
you pulled back to kiss down his neck, rubbing your hips against his. "d-doll... fuck- why are you so horny?" he asked, breathless as you marked his neck.
you left a hickey and pulled back to look at him. "these fucking boxers. gosh, you look so damn hot." you kissed him again, making him groan.
you could feel him getting hard as you kept rubbing. you pulled back from the kiss to pull his shirt off him, which he did without a second thought. you saw the edge of his boxers and almost moaned. fuck, he looked amazing.
you started to kiss on his collarbone, still moving your hips against his. he groaned again. "goddamn it- oh, baby... when did you get so freaky?" he smirked down at you.
you looked up. "the moment I saw you with these boxers." you kneeled down between his legs. oh, that was a sight he could never get tired of.
you slowly pulled his sweatpants down, only the boxers on him now. he was hard, a wet spot on the material where his tip is. you palmed him slowly, making a weak groan get out of him. "oh, doll... gosh-"
you just pulled his hard dick out of the boxers, not bothering to take them off yet. you fisted his dick slowly, letting the precum run through your hand, getting a low groan from heeseung. you licked his cock after, going from the base to the tip, teasing him. he only moaned, hands gripping the couch. "come on baby- just please, suck me already..." he muttered.
you smirked before shoving it all inside your mouth at once, the tip hitting your throat, making your vision blur. heeseung moaned, head leaning back against the couch, eyes closing.
his hand grabbed your hair as your head went up and down, mouth sucking his cock just the way he liked it. heeseung was in heaven, groaning at the feeling, your mouth driving him crazy.
you took it off your mouth to lick the tip and go back down, the sounds wet and nasty. he was loving it.
when heeseung tightened his grip on your hair, you knew he was close. you kept sucking him, spit and precum running down your chin. but just as he was about to get close, you pulled out, catching your breath.
he immediately opened his eyes to look down at you, his cock hard and red. "b-baby, I was about to-"
you smirked, wiping your chin with the back of your hand. "you will cum inside me when I ride you, understood?" you asked as you got up. heeseung immediately went silent, your tone making him almost explode just there.
you made it torturous, taking your shirt off first, slowly. the image of your boobs, just there, in front of him, it made heeseung want to just pull you down and suck on them. but he stayed put.
you slowly took your shorts after, your black panties covering the pussy he wanted oh so bad to see. it had enough sheerness for him to see, but not enough for him to see.
you chuckled before taking the panties off and sitting on his lap. "you look hungry." you teased.
he gripped your hips before running his hands up and down your thighs. "starving for you, mama. please... I need to cum." he looked up at you, those shiny eyes you couldn't say 'no' to.
you smirked. "since you asked nicely..." you positioned yourself before lowering down on him. heeseung moaned, grip tightening on your hips as he bottomed out inside you. you leaned your head back, moaning.
he felt you start to move your hips back and forth, making him lose his mind. he took your left boob on his mouth, sucking on it, bitting, kissing, licking. you held onto his hair, going up and down on his cock now.
"hee- fuck, oh my-" his big cock inside you felt so good.
he chuckled against your boob. "feel good, babydoll? yeah, bounce on that dick. it's yours baby." he said before sucking on your nipple. his hands went to your ass, squeezing as he helped your movements on his lap.
you knew he was close, the way he was thrusting up into you, his small groans. it took barely 5 minutes before he held your hips still, cumming deep into your pussy, moaning against your shoulder.
you barely registered the orgasm before he threw you on the couch, stomach up. he was breathing heavily, slightly sweaty, looking frustrated.
"you thought you could refuse me like that and not get out absolutely wrecked?" he asked lowly, taking his sweatpants off together with his playboy boxers, eyes burning with lust and danger.
he suddenly had an idea and took his boxers back up from the floor, eyes dark. "you like my boxers, huh? be a good girl and open that mouth for me." he commanded lowly. you opened your mouth without a single thought before he shoved his boxers into your mouth.
he climbed over you, settling between his legs before shoving his dick inside you again. you moaned, the sound muffled by his boxers. his pace already started fast, making you roll your eyes back to your head, nails digging into the skin of his shoulders. his grip on your hips was tight as he pounded into you, moaning as well.
heeseung leaned down, taking your right boob into his mouth, sucking hard on the nipple before swirling his tongue around it. you moaned louder around the boxers on your mouth, clenching around him. he chuckled against your tit and took his hand down between your legs, pressing his thumb to your clit and rubbing fast. you rolled your eyes in pure pleasure, mind going a little blurry. it all felt so good with him.
it barely registered before you came around him, moaning loud around the boxers, thighs shaking. heeseung moaned, satisfied, thumb leaving your clit so he could take hold of your hip again.
a few thrusts later, he came inside you again, both of you moaning. he took the boxers off your mouth, making you breath heavily. "is my babydoll okay?"
you nodded, breathless. "yeah..." you let out, staring up at him.
he smirked. "you really like my new boxers, huh?" he leaned down to press a kiss to your shoulder. you nodded a bit.
hesseung chuckled lowly against your skin. "good. wanna make sure I fuck you so hard tonight they'll be all you remember." he said and flipped you over, making you lay on your stomach, shoving his dick inside you again.
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you get in trouble with dean, and the bedroom turns much less vanilla than usual.
warnings: MDNI, mean!dean, hard dom!dean, a lil bit of bdsm, dub con, oral fixations, hints of puppy play, dumbification, degradation, reader rides dean’s boot…, confused!reader is facing a moral dilemma
word count: 2.3k
a/n: whew!!! here it is! my first ever completed request!!! shoutout anon. this idea was so much fun,,, kinda sorta ran wild with it idk something came over me. lmk if u like it :) — berry
dean was a puck bunny magnet.
it didn’t matter where he was — class, the rink, malone’s, hell, even his own house. one was always just around the corner. batting their long pretty lashes at him. clawing at his biceps with their french manicures just to grab his attention.
to dean’s credit, he never gave in.
well– not since he met you.
you’d seen the performance a hundred times over. he’d flash them a practiced smile and a polite ‘thank you,’ before parting the crowd in search of something (or someone) actually worth his time.
your heart still turned a tinge sour every time. plagued by age old insecurities and infinite what ifs. usually, you swallowed all of those icky feelings down.
but tonight the girl begging for dean’s attention looks a little too much like you. the chatter of the party is a few notches too loud. and the beer you drank earlier is currently curdling in your stomach.
so tonight, you decide to try something new.
you scan the backyard, and lock eyes with your target.
reclined on a deck chair, he’s pretending to listen to beau’s teammate bitch about how fucking terrible their offensive line has been playing.
he’s got a half-drank bottle of miller high life dangling from his hand. the condensation of it is a steady drip, drip, drip onto his levis.
hunter davenport.
bingo.
you knew it was a fucking stupid idea. the kind of idea your brain only conjures up after taking a shot of room temperature tequila.
but just because you know what’s good for you doesn’t mean you turn your ass around.
no, dean deserves this, some deep dark part of you thinks. he deserves to know how shitty you feel every time you see a puck bunny feening for his attention.
you march up to hunter. plaster a bright a smile on your face, and convince yourself you’re making the right call. ignoring that rotten feeling in your gut screaming at you to find dean. it’s your body betraying you, you decide. you pull the trigger anyway.
“hunter! it’s so great to see you. you’re usually never at these things.”
you cringe at the truth hidden beneath your words. he’s usually not at these things because these things are at your boyfriend’s house off campus. your boyfriend who wishes hunter davenport was buried six-feet under. your boyfriend who stays up at night plotting how to do it himself.
you squeeze your eyelids shut, bracing for the retort you’re expecting to be slapped in the face with. some mean, cruel comment that hunter is somehow always armed with.
you pray for a portal to open up, and spit you out into an alien dimension where you have a shred of confidence.
you really thought you could flirt to hunter davenport. what a fucking stupid idea.
you’re about to raise the white flag, to be noble and walk away, when hunter’s face breaks out in a wide-toothed grin.
“hey, trouble.”
oh?
he flashes his canines at you, and you swear his teeth glimmer. his eyes trace the outline of your silhouette, figure accentuated by your mesh mini dress. his gaze lands on your breasts.
you look down. your nipples are pebbled from the cold air. standing at attention through the mesh fabric.
you’re quick to cross your arms and shield him from the view he thinks he’s so privy to. the view he sees as an invitation.
“i didn’t realize dean would let you off your leash with so many people around. must be my lucky day.”
oh. right.
this is why you didn’t talk to hunter davenport. he was a pretentious fucking asshole.
“i’m not–” you sputter at the comment.
“dean doesn’t.. i’m not on a leash," huffing, you set a hand on your hip.
you can see hunter wracking his brain for some quippy comeback. but the smug look is wiped clean off his face the second a shadow overtakes it.
you feel someone breathing down your neck, and a heavy arm wraps itself snugly against your middle.
dean.
“what the fuck is going on here, davenport? what are you playing at?” dean’s gaze is hard-set on hunter.
“dean, chill out. it's fi–” hunter is practically cowering under the weight of dean's stare.
“actually, no. y’know what? get the fuck out of my house. i’ll deal with you later.” dean’s voice is steady and cold. he doesn’t yell. he doesn't need to. he points to the back gate, and hunter has already left with his tail between his legs.
“upstairs. now.”
you don’t need to hear another word before you’re sprinting through the crowd of strangers.
your heart is beating in your throat. the lace trim of your dress is itchy on your skin as you take the stairs two steps at a time. you almost trip over the last one on your way up.
when you get to dean’s bedroom, you’re blurting out apologies before he even gets the chance to shut the door.
“i’m so so sorry, dean. i didn’t– didn’t think he’d be like that. i didn’t think it through, i swear,” you hiccup as you plead, throat tight and scratchy — straining just to get the words out.
“please, please don’t be mad.”
dean’s got that unimpressed look on his face. massive arms crossed cooly over his chest. his large frame kicked back with one boot against the door.
he looks so handsome tonight in a creamy white henley and faded jeans. the mean, unforgiving look in his eyes doesn’t suit him. it makes you burst into tears. this is all your fault.
“you’re un-fucking-believable, you know that? running off to fucking davenport in my house. didn’t realize you were such a little attention whore. can’t handle not having my eyes on you for two seconds, can you?”
a loud sob escapes you. you wanna scream and plead and promise him you want nothing to do with hunter. you were just being stupid.
but you keep your mouth shut and hang your head. try and convince yourself his words are empty. devoid of any real meaning. you’re jumping through hoops trying to tell yourself your boyfriend doesn’t think you’re a whore.
you sniffle and wipe at the flood of tears pouring from your bloodshot eyes. you look like a wreck, you’re sure of it.
maybe dean’s right. none of this would’ve happened if you’d just been good.
“i’m just so so sorry, dean. i just– i missed you. you were busy and i–”
he gives you an accusatory look that shuts you right up. he’s not interested in excuses right now, obviously.
you try again.
“i wanna make it better. please, let me make it better. i’ll do anything.”
his ears perk up at that. he cocks his head. “you’d do anything, huh?”
you nod furiously. it’s true. you’d do whatever he asked if it meant he’d stop looking at you like this. like you'd disappointed him.
“anything you want,” you promise.
dean’s toying with you. pretending to weigh his options. maybe he’ll granting you forgiveness. or maybe he’s planning how to make sure you regret ever going up to davenport in the first place.
he pushes his body off the door. walks a few steps over to the end on his bed and slowly lowers himself down. he sits and stares at you.
you’re standing in front of him, pulling at the mesh fabric of your dress. tracing the pretty cheetah print pattern of it. distracting yourself by thinking of a happier time — last weekend, when dean had bought you this dress at a boutique downtown. he'd chanted sweet nothings to you in the dressing room.
“crawl.”
“w–what?” your eyes pop open.
he’s got his hand beckoning you forward in a come hither motion. his legs are spread wide and you feel yourself start salivating at the bulge in his jeans.
“crawl to me.”
you weigh it in your brain.
you and dean definitely weren’t vanilla by any means. he was prone to settling a rough hand around your throat every now and then. slapping your ass in doggy. but you’d never delved into anything teetering on bdsm.
you decide dean knows best.
you gulp in anticipation, legs shaky as you lower yourself onto your knees.
it feels so primal, having his eyes on you as you bring yourself to all fours. a natural submission. feeling any sense of power slip through your fingers as the fibers of the rug eat at the skin on your palms. knees scraping against the fabric. your bones aching against the wooden floorboards.
you move toward him, and you see his hand slip under his waistband. lazily playing with his cock. and, god, you want it so bad.
the heady smell of him hits you when you arrive at his feet, eye-level with his crotch. it’s a woody musk mixed with the denim fabric of his jeans. you want to bury your face in it.
“sit.”
you immediately obey. panties completely soaked through. slippery arousal dripping down your thighs.
you’re wet.
the realization is a sucker punch. you pause. the anxious, flighty feeling bubbling up is like dark storm clouds over your head.
you like this.
maybe you shouldn’t.
you’re reeling. navigating the ocean of your brain a million thoughts per second. thinking that you’re dirty. that this is wrong. thinking why the fuck do you like being treated this?
and the worst one of all — oh god. dean’s really going to think you’re a whore now.
“hey, where’d you go baby?” dean’s voice is so soft and shaky it makes your guts tangle into something poisonous. he’s touching your face so lightly, dragging his thumb up and down your jaw.
“you need to stop? shit. baby, i shouldn’t have pushed you that hard.”
if it weren’t for the panic attack you were on the brink of, you would’ve laughed.
“no, no, dean i–” you take a deep breath in and muster up the courage. “i don’t– i don’t think the punishment is working.”
“god, baby, i’m so sorry. had a feeling that was too far. smack the shit out of me next time i–”
“dean, i–,” you sigh. “you don’t understand. i liked it.”
god, what were you even saying? how are you supposed to tell your boyfriend that you like being punished. that you like it when he’s mean to you.
“sorry, what?” dean stops in his tracks.
fuck it.
“i think i like it when you.. um– get mean? how terrible is that. god, you probably think i’m disg–”
“oh, baby.”
he lifts your chin up. looks deep into your eyes.
you hope he doesn’t see the deep rooted humiliation you feel.
no, it seems like he doesn’t. or maybe he’s putting it to the side for now. because he’d got this fond look in his eye. readjusting himself to lean in closer to you, pressing a kiss against your forehead.
you preen at that, nuzzling your head further into his hand.
“my girl likes being roughed up a little? likes being on her knees for me?” his thumb forces its way into your mouth and you latch on. swirling your tongue around the digit instinctively.
“jesus, baby, you’re so fucking hot. just wanna be told what to do, yeah? c’mon then, baby. show me how bad you want me.”
you hear his boot tap against the floorboards, and look down at the laces swinging side to side.
“c'mon. be a good girl for me, baby,” he coaxes. it’s a warm invitation. one you really can’t refuse. you lick your lips at the thought of it.
taking a shaky breath, you lift your hips, and he’s quick to fill in the gap with his boot. you carefully settle yourself down onto it. wince at the feel of the hard leather against your heat. it’s so much pressure so quickly. it has your pussy throbbing against the laces as you start grinding against it.
“oh fuck– dean,” you choke out, grasping at his jeans and twisting the denim fabric in your fist. trying to ground yourself.
he leans back with a smirk on his face.
“ride out your feelings for me, angel. show me what a good puppy you can be.”
you suppose you asked for this. and god it feels so fucking good, riding his boot with his hand tangled up in your hair. your clit snagging between the laces. pussy juices leaking onto the leather. it'll probably fucking stain.
dean’s always been a dirty talker. and you’re lucky it drowns out that little voice inside your head telling you how wrong people would think this is.
“you wanted to be my puppy this whole time, didn’t you? just needed a little guidance, babydoll. fuck– keep rolling your hips like that. make a fucking mess on me, pup. i’ve gotcha.”
you know you’ve never been this wet before. then dean starts bouncing his leg up and down, and a white hot heat burns in you as the leather vibrates against your core. the coil in your tummy is about to snap.
“dean– can’t. i’m gonna, fuck– dean!” you squeal, pain searing deep in your bones and throttling you headfirst into an orgasm.
a soft command, let go f’me, puppy, is all you need before you’re squirting all over the black leather of his boot. body convulsing and pretty tears welling up in your eyes.
“you’re such a good girl,” he coos, lightly tapping your damp cheek. “you liked that? making a mess on me?”
you nod dumbly, still grinding out the aftershocks.
“since you liked it so much, you can clean it up too.”
he raises a brow, daring you. seeing just how far you’ll push yourself for him.
if he only knew.
you inch yourself backwards. arch your back till your ass is wagging in the air, and you’re eye level with your slick pooling on his boot.
it doesn’t take long before you’re practically making out with it. tongue threading between the laces.
it’s so mindless and oh so fucking hot. you can’t help yourself when you reach down, pushing your panties to the side and rub circles on your raw clit.
it’s heaven, until you feel the sharp sting of dean smacking your ass and you pout, pulling your hand away from your core.
“did i say you could play with yourself, pup? maybe davenport was right. should keep you on a fucking leash next time.”
Ryland Grace actively talking about science while your fucking.
Hear me out walk with me.
Ryland is stressed a lot, I mean the world is ending, let’s say he’s stuck on a particularly hard problem, and you know what helps him think? Being relaxed, and you know what relaxes him? Sex.
Either your sucking him off or your riding him, and he’s working through the equation in his head, eyes squeezed shut, holding onto you in some way.
If your riding him, maybe hes at his desk and you noticed he was a little worked up, or just wanted some attention, and just like that the second your on him he can breathe.
“Oh frick- baby- if I could create lightweight orbital mirrors to- fuck- gather the sunlight then-“
All the sudden hey turned to his desk, you pout because his beautiful scrunched up face is now focused like an idea popped up in his head. He’s scribbling down something on the scratch paper near him, you slow down so he can think properly. Once he sets the pen down he looks up at you like you’ve hung the stars, and when you start moving again at the beautiful pace that makes him want to die in the best way possible- he’s gone.
“So tell me more about astrophage breeding hm?”
He’ll try to stumble out his solution, a mix of science terms as you speed up the pace, but he’s GONE.
࿓ Summary: Steve had always thought he was into shyer girls, girls who let him very willingly take the lead, girls with cute and timid natures. Until he met you.
࿓ CW: 18+,MDNI, P in V, unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP), nasty filthy smut, biting, oral f!receiving, dirty talk, the list goes on, lmk if i missed anything
࿓ A/N: As promised- my 200 follower special <3 thanks for all the love and support! I hope this is filthy enough for you freaks.
࿓ WC: 5k
࿓ Song Inspo: ↻ ◁ | Kiss It Better by Rihanna| ▷ ↺
Steve had a type: shy, soft around the edges, careful, sugary sweet, and modest.
From Nancy to all of the girls he had taken out after, he never truly strayed from what he knew best. Those kinds of girls made him feel confident, made him feel like he had a purpose. He was eager to ‘show them the ropes’ and give them a safe place for their first time. And maybe that was exactly the problem. Because once they had gotten the gist of things, they left Steve high and dry. Not because he wasn’t a great guy, he was, but because he had a reputation.
Steve pretended like it didn’t bother him. But oh god it drove him mad. For the life of him he couldn’t understand why he was incapable of holding onto a girl for more than a few months. And it wasn’t because he had lost his charm or was doing anything wrong, it was just he hadn’t found a girl that was willing to be as into him as he was to her.
So, Steve did what did best: complained. Oh my god, he fucking droned on and on and on about his girl problems. And not just to Robin. To literally anyone. Dustin? Yep. Max? Yep. Eddie? Oh yeah. Even Nancy. And they had all had enough.
“I swear to god, if I have to sit through another hour of his sad failed date stories I’m going to lose my mind.” Max rubbed her temples.
Dustin nodded, carefully placing his character sheet back into its laminated slot in his D&D binder. “It’s bad.”
Eddie looked up from behind what he called ‘the master's wall of secrets’ which was simply a divider with helpful stats and tricks for the dungeon master. “Harrington have another bust of a date?”
The room had emptied out save for Dustin, Will, Mike, Lucas, and Max (who had been bored out of her mind until they got to combat where she got increasingly scarier). They all groaned and nodded. Mike looked over at Eddie with an exasperated expression, “I could hear him whining about it to Nancy over the phone all night.”
“I think I know what his problem is.” Eddie carefully began packing up.
“If you do, would you please tell him?”
“Better yet, I think I might just show him.” Eddie smirked, a devious plan swirling in his head.
Eddie had invited the older kids over for a simple hang out. Nothing too crazy, just some drinks, weed, food, movies… and oh yeah, a surprise for Steve. He had of course informed everyone he would have a friend over, but that she was cool and they didn’t need to worry about it. Actually, Eddie had informed everyone BUT Steve of exactly who you were and what he was planning.
Steve and Robin came bearing chips and salsa, which promptly fell out of Steve’s hands at the mere sight of you. Hair messy without care, eyes half lidded as you took another slow drag of the cigarette in your hand, your body splayed out across Eddie’s couch, the swell of your breasts shining under the low lamp light so perfectly, your thighs slightly parted, the red straps of your thong peaking out from the waistband of the tiny piece of fabric called sleep shorts. Mascara smudged every so slightly.
“Well fuck-” Steve muttered to himself.
You smiled over at the pair, swinging your legs off the couch and crossing the small distance to greet them. You pulled Robin into a sweet hug, introducing yourself properly. And then your attention was on Steve. Eddie had mentioned him. Eddie had not mentioned how much of a stud he was. You licked your lips, eyeing him without shame. You smiled sweetly as you stepped into his space, wrapping your arms around his neck and pushing your chest against his.
“It’s nice to meet you…?” You prompted him.
He swallowed hard, his arms slowly wrapping around your waist. He fought the insane urge to hold your hips. “Steve.” He answered.
You pulled back ever so slightly, arms loose around his neck. “Steve.” Your voice dripped with honey. You smiled to yourself as you took a long glance over his face, eyes lingering on his lips. Your hands slid from around his neck to the top of his chest, ever so slightly pushing yourself away. You let out a hum of approval, glancing over at Eddie. “I see why you kept this one a secret from me, wanted him all to yourself huh, Ed’s?”
Eddie’s head popped out from his room, a victorious smile on his lips as he took in the sight of Steve. “Guilty as charged. But I figured I’d finally share the wealth with the needy.” Eddie directed the last part to Steve, who of course hadn’t heard a thing.
You bit at your lip as you turned your attention back to Steve. His eyes slowly lit up with a gentle fire the longer you stared. You hummed again. “You sure are needy aren’t you, Harrington?”
Steve half expected himself to grow shy under your stare. Instead, he felt a wave of confidence ooze from his skin. “What makes you say that?”
You smiled more, eyes lighting up with the same kind of fire. “Well, for starters, you’re playing with my thong.”
Steve’s eyes widened. Steve hadn’t realized, but his hands had slowly drifted from your waist to your hips, his thumb carefully tracing the straps of your thong. He carefully detached his hand, not fast, just the right pace to show you he didn’t really want to move his hand. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be. If I wasn’t enjoying it, you would’ve known. Plus I like your hands, big and warm.” You revelled in the way Steve instinctively leaned closer. “I bet you hold onto your girl real tight at night.” You staged the question perfectly. A statement used to draw out the information you wanted. Did Steve Harrington have a girl?
Robin, who was watching the whole interaction with Eddie from down the hall, felt a nervous ping in her chest. Either you had just jumpstarted an hour of the ‘steve harrington is lonely’ conversation, or you were incredibly good at getting what you wanted.
Steve caught on, and had no problem playing right into your hand. “I would if I had one.” There was no ounce of self pity behind it. Instead, a promise.
You smiled again, an intoxicating little grin of delight. “Carefull what you wish for, Harrington.”
That night had been the spark that lit the blazing fire that was you and Steve. You were unlike anything he had ever known. Off the handle, fiercely confident, a masterful tease, and just as crazy for him as he was for you.
Life with you in the passenger's seat gave Steve a whole new purpose. No, it wasn’t to tame you or bring you down to earth. It was to hold you up and show you off. The same way you showed him off. You had no problem making it well known that you and Steve were an item, and a blazing hot one at that.
You would happily latch yourself to his side at parties, not in a clingy way, just in a way that exuded fulfillment. You had no problem staking your claim on the man with a long kiss or a slap on the ass or the occasional frequent mark on his neck in the shape and shade of your lipstick. You didn’t do those things because you felt jealous, or threatened when another woman openly flirted. You did those things because you were incredibly proud to call the tall, thick haired, gorgeous man beside you yours. It came from a place of pride, and god it made Steve dizzy. He liked being loved loudly. He enjoyed your bold moves, and brash admiration.
Steve had always doubted if feelings were truly reciprocated in his past relationships.
He did NOT doubt you.
And he made damn sure you didn’t doubt him. With you, Steve finally didn’t feel ashamed to love with his whole chest. He didn’t feel like he needed to pull back his affections, or reign in his sweet words. Much like you, Steve had no reservations letting his hands roam your body under the lights of whatever party Robin or Eddie had dragged you along to. Steve liked holding you tight into his side, he liked holding your drink while you and Robin took to the floor. Steve happily got lost in your eyes while you retold some work horror story, and he happily twirled you around as you showed off your outfit to your friends. And he LOVED pulling you onto one of his legs while he leaned back against whoever's couch he was taking over.
The love you had built with Steve was a wildfire, bursting with every loving emotion known to man. The two of you were fiery hot even on your own, and together… It was lethal. Every emotion was heightened around the two of you. Which made fighting particularly brutal… but the making up was other worldly.
Parties in particular seemed to really stir things up between the two of you. Especially Eddies after parties, which were becoming more and more frequent as his band started booking more and more gigs. Eddies after parties involved a lot of things: loud music, drugs, dancing, tight spaces, unsolicited flirting, eye fucking, and the occasional shut down from the cops.
You got incredibly rowdy at said after parties, something Steve had no problem with. He liked seeing you let loose, liked seeing you dance freely. He liked the way you would find his eyes as you swayed your hips in that irresistible way. What he didn’t like was that one of Eddie’s band mates simply couldn’t seem to understand that you had no interest in him.
Frank was a nice guy, truly. On any regular day, Steve liked Frank, thought he did a great job playing the keyboard or whatever it was he did. But when Frank was two edibles in, that’s when Steve had a bit of a problem with him. Steve could feel the agitation itching under his skin. You and Frank stood close, pushed together in the sea of bodies. You politely held your drink between his body and yours, creating space despite the way you leaned in closer to hear him and the playful laughs that fell from your lips. Steve knew you liked playing little games with him, it was your way of getting him riled up.
Steve watched the exchange closely, half amused and half annoyed. Amused because you kept looking over at him, biting your lip as your eyes raked up and down his body. Steve caught the subtle way you rubbed your thighs together, bringing a smirk to his face as he imagined which lacy number you had decided to go with tonight. Annoyed because Frank was inching closer, eyes hungry as he got a good look at your chest. You shot a wink at Steve quickly as you leaned closer, giving Frank a better look.
Steve felt his dick twitch with irritation and lust as you toyed with him from 10 feet away. To others, it looked like you might have been playing right in Steve's face, making a fool out of him. You and Steve knew better. He knew you were just setting up the tone for the rest of the night. He trusted you. And he was right to, because when Frank tried to tuck a strain of hair behind your ear you easily avoided the touch, pretending to have heard your name from somewhere across the house. Steve laughed to himself as the ends of your hair hit Frank right in the face, and laughed more when you patted the poor guy on the shoulder before announcing you were missing your darling boyfriend.
Steve smiled as you easily slipped away, making your way to him with a sly smile. He opened his arms, letting you pull yourself into his chest. The heat from your body lit him on fire. You stared up at him with amused eyes. “Hey, baby.”
“There’s my little minx.” He smiled down at you, his hands finding your hips with ease.
You gave him a wicked little grin, “Oh come on, you’re telling me that didn’t turn you on?”
Steve laughed, his head tipping back slightly. “You know it did. Just wish you’d pick another target.”
You looked up at him carefully. “Do my ears deceive me or is Steve Harrington actually jealous of Frank the Keyboarder?”
He rolled his eyes, sucking at his teeth. He let one hand slowly drift from your hip down your thigh and under your skirt. “Nah, m’not jealous. Wanna know why?” He leaned close, his lips brushing that sensitive spot beneath your ear.
You leaned closer, fingers digging into his bicep. “Why?” Your breath hitched slightly as your felt two thick fingers carefully graze against the wet spot in your panties.
Steve pulled his hand away, examining his fingers momentarily. “Becuase his fingers know how to work a keyboard, mine know how to work you.” He carefully slotted his fingers in his mouth, licking them clean and pulling them out with a sharp pop.
You squeezed your thighs together, scared you would genuinely start dripping on the carpet. “Fuck, baby. That was so-”
Steve hummed, gripping your jaw and bringing your lips to his. Your arms slid up around his neck, pulling him closer.
“Slut.”
You and Steve froze. He pulled away, eyes finding the guy who had officially dug his own grave. You grabbed Steve’s arm carefully, “It’s fine.”
Steve let a low growl through his teeth, eyes staring down the guy. “You wish.” he directed his words at the man. He wrapped a protective arm around your shoulder.
The guy slowly turned towards you and Steve again, a confused look on his face. “What?”
“I said you wish. Just so you know, calling her a slut isn’t gonna compel her to use you to turn me on.”
You bit back a laugh, literally biting his arm to keep yourself from full on laughing in the guy’s face.
The douche was at a loss for words, him looking between you and Steve like you had lost your minds. “S-sorry.” He quickled turned away, drifting deeper into the house.
You pulled your teeth away from Steve’s bicep. “Wow, way to air out our dirty little secret.”
He shrugged, “I don’t feel too inclined to hide anything when it comes to you.” He twisted his arm to look at the indent of your teeth in his arm. “Damn, if you wanted a piece of me just ask.”
You smiled wider, linking your index fingers through his belt loops and tugging his hips against your own. “I don’t want just a piece of you, Steve.”
“Let’s get out of here, yeah?” His nose brushed against yours. You nodded eagerly and let him pull you from the house.
When you were comfortably seated beside Steve in the beamer you shot him a wild smile. As Steve drove down the familiar path to your shared space, you carefully leaned over the center console. You let one hand grip his shoulder to steady yourself as you pushed your face into the crook of his neck. Your lips brushed against his warm skin, pulling a sharp shiver from him.
Steve kept his eyes glued to the road, clearing his voice as he asked, “Baby, what are you doin?”
You smiled against his skin, your tongue licking at the spot you had just teethed at. “What’s it feel like I’m doin?”
His grip on the steering wheel tightened. “Distracting me. I’m driving baby, I gotta focus.”
You took a deep inhale of his cologne, “Then tell me to stop.”
You waited, lips hovering so close he could feel your breath fanning across his neck. Steve blinked hard, shifting in his seat to try and give his growing boner some room. The small house was only a mile down the road. He could make it. “Fuck it- keep going.”
You immediately latched your mouth back onto his exposed skin. Sucking and soothing over his sweet spots. Your lips dragged up and down his skin, trailing warm kisses along his jaw line. You shifted closer, head dipping into the space where his neck met his shoulders. You carefully pulled at the skin with your teeth before letting your tongue run over the sore spot. Steve reached down, adjusting his jeans carefully. You caught the motion, smiling against his skin as the car jerked to a stop outside of the house.
Steve quickly turned, his hand sliding between your thighs with ease. You pulled back, staring at him with hazy eyes. “Fuck- need you, Steve.”
Steve squeezed the plush of your thigh with one hand, the other coming up and gripping your chin hard. “Yeah? Tell me what you’re willin to do.”
You stared at him hard, “Anything, just want you.” You brushed your nose against his, giving him sultry eyes.
“Fuck- can’t say no to you.” He smiled, pressing a hot kiss to the side of your mouth before unbuckling your seat bet. You both scrambled out of the car, Steve unlocking the house with ease and kicking the door shut behind him.
You pounced the moment the door was shut, leaping into his arms with a wicked grin. He caught you with ease, pushing your thighs around his waist. You happily wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers tugging at his hair. “You looked so good tonight, Steve. And god, the way you told off that guy… fuck- I would’ve let you take me right there.”
Steve smirked, his hands gripping the fat of your ass as he walked you towards the bedroom. “Wish you would’ve said that, I would have done that. Shown that guy exactly what he was missing out on.” You practically let out a moan at his words, pulling his hair harder. Steve grinned wide, “Oh you like that, huh? You want me to fuck you in public baby? Show everyone exactly how good I make you feel?”
You bit your lip hard, his words shooting straight down to your aching heat. He carefully walked you backwards until the backs of your knees hit the edge of the bed. Steve wrapped a careful arm around, keeping you standing and pressed against him. Your fingers curled into the edges of his jack to keep you steady. He stared down at you, eyes attached to the sight of your top slightly disheveled and giving him the most mouthwatering view of your chest. His hands eagerly slid under your top, pulling it over your head expertly before cupping your tits and thumbing over your hard nipples with his thumb. A needy moan fell from your lips, your head tilting back as his large hands squeezed and played with your sensitive mounds.
Steve smiled to himself before giving you a gentle push, letting you fall down onto the plush mattress behind you. You propped yourself up on your forearms, chest high and legs already parted for him. Steve watched you from above, the sight of you splayed out like that for him, sending a new wave of heat down to his cock. He carefully kneeled on the edge of the bed, hands running up your legs as he admired you before climbing further up.
Your skirt had carefully ridden up to your waist, granting him the most delectable view of your glistening cunt. He felt his dick strain against his jeans even more. “Fuck, look at you-”
You smiled, “Already so wet for you.” You finished his sentence.
He carefully pressed his knee up against your aching cunt, revelling in the way you pushed yourself to meet him. A slow whimper drifted through the air as you rubbed yourself against him, letting a wet spot form quickly against his jeans. He pushed his knee up harder, driving out a string of curses from your mouth.
Steve quickly rid himself of his shirt, flinging it somewhere in the room. His hands moved to your hips, pressing them down against the mattress and halting your attack on his leg. “Tell me what you’re feeling, baby.”
You squirmed under his touch, hips trying to chase his knee as he pulled it away. “Needy. Fuck- so needy Steve. I want you so bad it hurts. I need all of you, however you want me. But, please, just fuck me.”
Steve's eyes traveled from your face to your soaked panties, a broad smile finding its spot on his face. “It hurts, hm?” He easily slotted his head between your thighs. You nodded, watching him dip his head low. His fingers curl around the strings of your thong, pulling it down in one fell sweep and letting his warm breath fan across your wet slit. “How bout I kiss it better?”
You nod feverishly before your head flies back against the pillows as Steve licks a long stripe against your cunt. He lets the cold air rush in for a small moment before peppering kissing against your folds. A groan catched in your throat as he carefully knocks your legs wider and nudges his nose against your heat. “Fuck- stop teasing”
“What? A man can’t take his time with his dinner?” He looks up at you with a devious glint.
“Steve- please!” You carefully grab a fist full of his hair, pushing his head back down.
He laughs and grips your thighs harder, fingers digging into the fat of your skin. “So damn needy-”
“Yes! Now please fuck me with your tongue!” You call out from above him.
Steve obliges, his tongue diving in between your slick folds and taking in a whole mouthful of you. You moan out wildly, letting the feeling spread out warm and hot in your stomach. You push his head deeper, your legs tightening slightly as he brings his thumb to the outside of your heat, rubbing sweet circles against you. His tongue moves at an alarming pace, lapping up every ounce of your juices. He pushes his tongue deeper, lifting up your hips so he can get the perfect angle. Steve lets a moan fall against you, sending the vibrations up your body. Your eyes squeeze shut as he devours you like a man starved. He carefully guides in two thick fingers, letting them brush against your walls and pulling out more of your wet. You clench tightly around his digits, not wanting them to leave your needy cunt. His tongue rolls deeper, licking into you like he needs your taste to live. He pushed his fingers deeper, finding that aching spot waiting to be caressed. He curls his fingers against it, causing your body to jolt forward slightly, your eyes shooting up, and your hand yanking at his hair.
“Oh- Steve- fuck, that’s it. Fuck, yeah right there.” You urge him on, feeling the knot in your stomach begin to pull tight.
He moans again as you pull at his hair, his fingers dipping back in and working at your velvety walls. He feels your breathing pick up, and stuffs his face deeper working his fingers faster. He catches the tiny hiccup in your breath as it catches, your walls clenching down around his fingers, sucking them deeper. Your legs squeeze around his head so hard he thinks he might suffocate between your legs. What a perfect way to go. You moan his name loudly as your orgasm wracks through your body, before your legs loosen around him.
You reach down carefully, grabbing his chin and pulling him up. And fuck, the sight of him lathered in you, chin dripping in your wet, lips mixed with saliva and your cum, it has you seeing stars. Steve carefully licks his lips, his fingers collecting you off his chin before licking them clean. You shutter at the sight, eyes burning into his skin.
“Fuck, you taste so good, baby.” He crawls over you, planting a hard kiss on your lips. Your tongue swipes against his bottom lip before meeting his own tongue in the cave of his mouth. The taste of you on his tongue has you clenching around nothing. He trails sloppy kisses along your jaw, his warm hands splaying out against your waist.
You carefully reach down in between your bodies, and palm him through his jeans. Steve hisses at the touch, looking up at you with fiery eyes. “Shit- baby be careful-”
Your fingers make quick work of his belt and jeans, pulling them down to his knees. You let your hand dip below his underwear, your hand gently stroking his hard length. His head falls into your shoulder as he groans low. You gently squeeze at his base, causing the feeling of teeth sinking into your shoulder. Your senses ignite at the feeling. You quickly stroke him again before he’s reaching down and completely discarding his pants and boxers. You bite your lip at the beautiful sight of his dick twitching in his hands and leaking droplets of precum.
Steve takes in the desperate look in your eyes and quickly crawls back over you, his dick sliding between your folds. “Look at you, already cock drunk and I’m not even inside you yet.”
You loop your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Your lips latch onto his neck, before trailing up to his ear. You gently nibble at his ear lobe, earning you a shutter and a groan. “Steve, I need you inside me so so so bad. Please? Just need to feel you fuck me senseless. Please baby? I’ll be so good for you, just need you bad.” You beg against his ear, the words and hot breath mixing against his skin.
Steve groans low, and pushes himself to the hilt in one go, drawing out a desperate moan from your mouth. Your legs wrap around his waist instantly, your pussy sucking him deeper. He groans out as you clench around him.
“Oh fuck- look at you, so tight and wet for me. Fuck, this pussy was made for me huh?”
You nod, mouth open but unable to form an actual sentence. “Made… ngh..you”
Steve pulls back slightly before ramming himself back in, your body jolting against the sheets and the headboard slamming hard into the wall. His head ducks into your shoulder, pressing light kisses down your arm as the room fills up with the sound of his skip slapping against yours. Steve presses a kiss to your palm before his teeth sink into it as you squeeze around him.
You feel his dick kissing the edge of your cervix, hitting that sweet spot over and over again. You clench down on him, eyes screwing shut as you moan out his name. “Steve- right there. Fuck that’s it. Don’t stop, don’t stop, you feel so good”
Steve's fingers lace with yours beside your head, his forehead meeting yours. “I got you. Fuck you look so good taking me like this. I got you, baby, let go for me.”
Your legs shake as a second, harder, orgasm washes over you. Your walls squeeze around Steve, pulling him to the edge with you. He moans into your shoulder as you milk him.
His hips come to a slow stop as he helps the both of you ease out of intense feeling. You plant kisses all along his face and neck, whining slightly as he pulls out. His arms wrap around your waist as he falls to the side of you, bringing you half onto his chest.
He stares up at you with a dizzy smile, “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that.” He laughs.
You smile, resting your head on his chest, drawing random shapes against his skin. “Me neither.”
His hand wanders up to your shoulder, fingers tracing the indent he left with his teeth. He sits up slightly startled. “Shit- baby, did I do that?”
You laugh, “Yup, and this.” You show him your palm.
“Fuck, I’m sorry. I don’t even-”
You cut him off with a long kiss, “Don’t be sorry, it was fucking hot. Like really really really hot. Like if I think about it too long I might need a round two.”
He relaxes and laughs, “I dunno if I’m up for that, I’m pretty spent.” He kisses the tip of your nose.
“Oh I know, just beware, tomorrow morning… you’re getting the best head in your life.” You cuddle into his side with a happy smile.
Steve laughs, wrapping you up tighter. “You want to shower or just go to sleep?”
“Sleep, please. I’m so warm right here. Don’t want to leave your arms.” You smiled sweetly, “Plus what’s the point if tomorrow morning your cum is gonna be all over me again.”
Steve barked out a laugh, pulling the blankets around your shoulders, “You’ve sure got a mouth on you.” He paused slightly, feeling you smirk against his skin. “Wow, I really just set myself up, didn't I?”
“Yup. But.. I’ll give you a pass on this one, m’too tired to keep making sex jokes.”
He smiled wider, pressing a kiss to your temple as the two of you drifted to sleep. Steve hummed contently, so happy to have finally broken away from his usual type to find his perfect match.
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pairings: Jaafar Jackson x gf!reader ——♡—— w/c: 3k+
summary: Jaafar can spot every TikTok trend from a mile away, even without social media. So when you stumble across the latest pheromone perfume craze, there’s only one thing to do: test it on your infuriatingly observant boyfriend.
warnings: MDNI!, fluff, established relationship, reader is chronically online, jaafar wants that cookie reaaaaalllll bad, smut, p in v, choking, unprotected sex, creampie what the hell who said that, Jaafar is lowkey rough with you in bed, but the complete opposite in general idk idk.
request!
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Five years was a long time to know someone, enough to know how they took their coffee, which side of the bed they slept on. Definitely long enough to know exactly what expression they made when they were about to do something incredibly stupid.
Which was unfortunate for you, because Jaafar had become exceptionally good at spotting that expression.
When your boyfriend accidentally became the internet's latest obsession after starring in a Michael Jackson biopic, entertainment had to come from somewhere.
"Why are you smiling?" You looked up from your phone. Jaafar stood in the kitchen doorway holding a bottle of water in his hands. His eyes narrowed on cue.
“Oh, come on.” He groaned.
"What?"
"Don't 'what' me."
"I haven't done anything!"
"You've done something."
“Wow.” You pressed a hand dramatically to your chest.
"Baby."
"What?"
"You've got the face."
You groaned. "There is no face."
"There is."
"There isn't."
"There absolutely is."
Five years together and somehow, he'd developed a sixth sense for your nonsense. You only blamed yourself. Mostly because you’d spent the better half of a year trying every single TikTok trend on him. The success rate sat comfortably at around zero percent.
The first disaster had been the pretending-not-to-know-your-boyfriend trend. Which had, admittedly, been hilarious for you. Not Jaafar, definitely not Jaafar.
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Three months earlier, you had set your phone against a fruit bowl, the camera angle perfect. Everything was ready; all you needed was your unsuspecting victim.
"Mouse?"
The nickname making you internally groan. Jaafar had called you it on your fourth date when you insisted your pasta didn’t have enough Parmesan. Despite your insistent hatred for the name, it stuck.
You looked up from the sofa with a blank expression, no smile or greeting. Absolutely nothing. Jaafar stopped, immediately suspicious.
"...Hi?"
You tilted her head.
"Can I help you?"
Silence. Jaafar blinked. You held your breath. His eyebrows slowly rose.
"What?"
"I'm sorry?"
"What?"
You stared at him. "Do I know you?"
A pause, then another. Then Jaafar looked directly at the camera, and you nearly lost it there and then.
"You've got to be kidding me."
"No, seriously."
Jaafar dropped the grocery bags onto the counter.
"Seriously?"
"Yeah."
You folded your arms.
"Who are you?"
"Who am I?"
"Yes."
He looked around your home, then back to you. Repeating the action at least three times, you could practically see the cogs turning.
"You're filming."
"No."
"You're literally terrible at lying."
You bit the inside of her cheek as he sighed. Then, deciding to commit to the bit, he walked over and offered his hand.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"I'm Jaafar." You shook his hand cautiously.
"Nice to meet you."
His eyes sparkled, something that was always dangerous. Because if Jaafar committed to a joke, you lost every time.
"Nice place you've got here."
"Thank you."
"Funny thing."
"What?"
"I also live here."
"I'm sorry, have we met?" You doubled down.
Jaafar nodded thoughtfully.
"Interesting."
"What?"
"Nothing."
He disappeared down the hallway. A moment later, he returned carrying a framed photo from your bedroom. One from your second anniversary. You immediately started laughing.
"No."
"Oh yes."
"No!" You whined.
He placed it directly in front of your face.
"What does this look like?"
The trend lasted all of four minutes before you completely lost composure. Jaafar considered it one of his easiest victories; you considered it unfinished business.
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Then came the worm incident, arguably worse. You had waited until you were lying in bed, everything was peaceful, perfect conditions.
"Jaafar?"
"Hm?"
"Would you still love me if I were a worm?"
You smiled. This one was foolproof; everyone answered it. Everyone. Jaafar rolled over to face you, then immediately looked at the phone you were trying and failing to hide.
"...No."
You gasped. “What do you mean no?!”
"I mean no."
You sat upright. "That's so mean!"
Jaafar burst out laughing.
"Baby."
"No, explain yourself."
"Okay, if you were a worm, I’d spend every day terrified someone was going to step on you.”
Your anger evaporated. "Oh."
"I'd probably buy one of those fancy tanks." He paused. "And I'd become emotionally attached."
Your heart melted.
"I'd also tell everyone my girlfriend is a worm."
You threw a pillow at him. Jaafar laughed so hard he nearly fell off the bed.
“How are you more online than I am?” You huffed in defeat.
Another failed attempt and another victory for him.
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The trends continued, a fake breakup trend lasting all of seven seconds. The second Jaafar walked into the room and saw you looked all too serious, he sighed.
“No.”
“Let me talk.”
“No, I know that tone.”
You hadn't even started yet; the pathetic attempt at a prank was dead on arrival.
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At this point, Jaafar had become impossible, not because he knew every trend. Even though that used to be the case. Since Michael wrapped filming and clips from the movie started spreading online, he'd practically abandoned social media altogether.
The internet was obsessed with him, which was exactly why he wanted nothing to do with it.
"No TikTok."
"No Instagram comments."
"No edits."
"No reaction videos."
"No thirst traps?"
"Especially no thirst traps."
You had laughed for five straight minutes.
So, he wasn't recognising trends because he'd seen them; he was recognising them because after five years together, he knew you too well.
Which was incredibly annoying, and exactly why the package currently sitting in the bathroom felt so promising. You stared at it, pheromone perfume, the latest trend. Thousands of videos
And for once? It didn't require acting. You simply had to spray it and wait. Easy. Foolproof even. You picked up the bottle, smiling. For the first time in months, you might actually have him.
And you swore Jaafar wouldn't even know what hit him.
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Currently, the two of you were sitting in a parked car outside a coffee shop. Jaafar in the driver's seat, phone mounted neatly on the dashboard.
"Ready?" you asked.
"Yep."
You pressed record.
"Hi guys!"
Jaafar immediately looked at the camera and smiled. You hated how naturally charming he was.
"So, because somebody became famous overnight—"
"I did not become famous overnight."
"—we're doing a Q&A."
Jaafar rolled his eyes.
"People sent in questions."
"That's normal."
"Very normal."
The lie slipped out effortlessly, because technically, people had sent questions. The first few went perfectly.
"Favourite movie?"
"Current obsession?"
"Worst habit?"
That one earned you a dirty look.
"Who said I love you first?"
"You." Jaafar responded.
"It was not me."
"It absolutely was."
"It wasn't."
"It was."
You grinned. Jaafar pointed immediately.
"There it is."
You froze. "What?"
"The face."
Damn it, you truly thought you had him this time. Five years together, and he still caught on to everything.
"What face?"
"The face you make before you're annoying."
"That's incredibly rude."
"Am I wrong?"
"Yes."
"You are literally filming me."
"Because we're doing a Q&A."
"Hm."
The suspicion faded, and you relaxed. Good, the absurdly expensive perfume hadn’t been applied for nothing. You had practically drowned yourself in the stuff before leaving the house. Enough that you could still smell it every time you moved.
The next few questions continued smoothly until Jaafar suddenly stopped talking mid-answer.
"...And then we got back from London and—"
Silence, he frowned, you looked over.
"You okay?"
"Hm?"
"You stopped."
"Oh."
Jaafar rubbed the back of his neck.
"Yeah."
He looked out of the windshield; you bit the inside of your cheek trying to conceal your smile threatening to escape.
You asked another question, Jaafar answered, sort of. Halfway through, he lost his train of thought again.
"What is wrong with you today?"
"Nothing."
"You're acting weird."
"I'm not."
"You just forgot what you were saying."
"Is that a new perfume?”
You turned to face him, your body growing hot at the expression on his face, forgetting about the video for a moment.
“Yes?”
“It’s nice.” He hummed, shifting in his seat. His grip on the steering wheel tightened just slightly.
You looked away first, the enclosed space wasn't helping, car suddenly feeling very small. Very, very small.
You attempted to ask another question, and Jaafar answered approximately half of it. His eyes drifted toward you again, lingering there for a moment, causing you to raise an eyebrow.
“Fuck, you smell so good.” He mumbled, quickly bringing a hand down to rest on your thigh. You nearly lost composure, mouth parting slightly from the tone of his voice.
"Oh my God."
"What?"
"Nothing."
His eyes narrowed, and for a second, you thought you'd been caught. Then he looked away again, hand squeezing your thigh.
A few more minutes passed, and you started to run out of questions. That didn’t ruin your mood though; you were witnessing history. The longest trend you’d managed to pull off in the entirety of your relationship.
You got cocky, too cocky. Because while Jaafar was answering a question about filming Michael, you glanced at the camera. And wiggled your eyebrows, Jaafar immediately stopped speaking, and your stomach dropped.
"...Why did you do that?"
You sighed.
"What?"
"The eyebrows."
His eyes narrowed, then moved to the camera. You watched the exact moment his detective instincts returned, the exact moment he started putting pieces together.
The camera, the weird behaviour, the smell of your perfume that made his head spin.
"Oh my God."
You exploded into laughter, Jaafar dropped his head against the headrest, the hand on your thigh now dragging along his face.
"You fell for it!"
"What did you do?"
"The pheromone perfume trend."
"The what?"
"The TikTok perfume trend."
Jaafar stared, his eyes meeting yours through the gaps in his fingers.
“That’s what smelled so good?” You nodded, the air in the car shifting as you chewed at your bottom lip.
“We’re going home.” Jaafar stated, more of an order than anything else.
“Okay?”
“Now.”
Before you could reply, his hand had already reached to turn the keys in the ignition.
♡ ♡ ♡
When the car door shut behind you, only then did you let out a long exhale. One you hadn’t realised you’d been holding.
The car ride had been silent, excluding the radio cracking static now and then, the songs distant in the back of your mind. Jaafar had been touchy, more so than usual. His hand resting on your lap as he drove, trailing higher and higher as he looked straight ahead at the round. Mumbling under his breath every time he took an absurdly deep inhale through his nose.
Making your way to the front door, feet dragging against the pavement, your mind spun with possibilities. Still not sure if Jaafar had been annoyed with you, patience finally snapping from all of your insistent teasing. Or if the perfume had truly got to him like the videos said it would.
All questions were answered when you took a step into the home, the door slipping shut behind you. Without giving you a second to adjust, your back was pressed firmly against the frame, Jaafar’s mouth on yours with zero hesitation.
A gasp tried to leave your body, the sound silenced against his lips as he moved impossibly closer to you, crowding you against his body. Your hands trailed along his spine, hips grinding up into his body instinctively. Eventually, he pulled away, just far enough for you to catch your breath.
“You have no idea what you do to me.”
You panted slightly, eyes going wide. It was rare Jaafar behaved in such a way, so rare you could count the occasions on one hand. He usually treated you so softly, like you were a fragile little thing he had been scared to break. His mouth moved from where it hovered over your lips, now kissing along your neck, biting gently over the sensitive skin.
“Mmm…” You let your head fall back slightly, allowing him more access. “Show me then.”
The noise that left him truly needed to be studied, pulling away from you to meet your eyes. The way his gaze felt on you should’ve been considered a crime. His eyes dark, darker than the usual chocolate brown you had become so fond of, curls unruly on top of his head.
“I want you to go to the bedroom,” you nodded so quickly you thought your neck might give out, “n’ get all pretty on the bed for me, okay?”
You didn’t have to think twice, practically scrambling to the bedroom. It wasn’t even a conscious decision, pure instinct carrying your legs forward for you. Adrenaline surged through your body, the bedroom door clicking shut as you climbed onto the bed. Shuffling out of your clothes, the items strung across the floor without a care. You settled your bare skin against the mattress, adjusting your hair so it fell perfectly against your body.
The door opened not even a minute later, and he was there, shirt already discarded. His collarbone sat sharply at the top of his chest, leading down into a natural line of muscle throughout his torso. There was a strange softness in the way Jaafar held himself, despite his firm words.
Jaafar took one look at you, completely bare, perfectly still and so-
“So obedient aren’t you mouse?” You nodded again, less frantically this time. He shuffled onto the bed, body settling between your legs as he stared down at you once more. His gaze lingered on every curve, every inch of exposed skin.
A whimper left you at how intense his stare felt, body growing hot. Jaafar leant forward, his head burying against your neck as he placed a wet kiss against the hollow of your throat. “Smell so perfect, baby.” A smile formed on your face as you remembered what had gotten you into this situation in the first place.
You swallowed hard, using all of your self-restraint to remain perfectly still against the pillow, even as your heart hammered against your ribs. Jaafar’s lips trailed lower, grazing over the swell of your breasts. “You still here baby?” he muttered.
“Mhm, m’ listening.” You lied, eyes slipping shut as his body moved lower. His tongue found your clit instantly, causing you to gasp, fingers twitching against the sheets. Jaafar knew exactly how to make you feel good, his tongue lapping away at your entrance.
The feeling was all too much, your tension building until you were practically vibrating. He could tell you were already close, pulling his mouth away, moaning under his breath at the thin string of saliva stretching between his mouth and your body.
“Not yet,” he hummed, “you’ve been teasin’ me all day baby, gotta be good n’ wait.”
You bit your lip again, eyes lidded as you stared down at the top of his head, your hand threading through his hair as his tongue worked over you with ruthless precision.
Jaafar was relentless, circling, flicking, sucking just enough to make you tremble, but not enough to let you break. Finally, when you were already soaked and squirming, he pulled back, breathing heavy.
“So good f’me.” He mumbled as he removed his jeans, gripping your thighs hard enough to leave marks, spreading your legs wider as he lined himself up with your entrance.
“Please.”
Jaafar hummed, eyes never leaving yours as he thrust into you with one swift motion. You cried out, the sound loud enough that the neighbours might’ve definitely heard. His pace only sped up, watching your tits bounce with the impact.
He covered your mouth with his palm as he snapped his hips forward, hitting deep spots inside of you that made your eyes roll back. His other hand remained possessively on your stomach, keeping your body pinned against the bed. “Shh baby.”
The pace only quickened, thrusts becoming rougher as he used your body for his own selfish pleasure. The hand over your mouth moved to curl around your throat, applying the tiniest amount of pressure, your head spinning.
“That’s it, taking it so well.” You choked out a broken moan, fingers digging into his shoulders as your legs trembled. Jaafar squeezed your throat, tighter this time, just enough to restrict your airflow slightly.
Jaafar continued to pound into you with brutal precision, the headboard thudding against the wall, your vision blurry as you clenched around him.
That did it for him, cumming inside of you with a low, guttural groan, his hand tightening around your throat as he buried himself deep. His cock pulsed violently, filling you up completely, the sensation sending you over the edge as you came, the grip on your throat disappearing as he watched.
“Fuck baby, y’look so pretty like this.” He mumbled as he pulled out slowly, watching your entrance clench and flutter around nothing, the sudden emptiness making you whine.
“I know, my love,” he cooed, his hand rubbing circles around your stomach, “gotta get y’cleaned up though.”
You melted instantly at the affection, nodding as he slid off of your body, grabbing a towel. He wiped you down with extreme tenderness, a harsh contrast to his previous actions. Your head spun at the sight, only now catching your breath.
The two of you stayed like that for a while; your head rested against Jaafar’s chest as you matched his breathing.
“Was that okay?”
His voice came out quieter than you expected, slightly unsure in a way he clearly didn’t feel a second ago. For a moment, you didn’t answer. His hand, which had been resting at your back, shifted slowly like he was making sure you were still there, still close, still real.
Then you exhaled, a small laugh leaving you.
“Was that okay?” you repeated, slowly, lifting your head just enough to look at him.
“Yeah,” you said finally, like it should’ve been obvious. “It was more than okay.”
Then, because it was still Jaafar:
“…You do realise you just completely derailed my entire ability to think for the last hour.”
That got a small smile out of you.
“Sorry.”
“No,” he corrected immediately, tightening his arm around you slightly. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Apologise like you did something wrong.”
His thumb brushed absentmindedly along your shoulder, slow and grounding; you settled back against his chest again, letting his heartbeat fill the silence between you both. Jaafar tilted his head slightly, resting his cheek against your hair.
“You’re unbelievable, you know that?”
“Mhm.”
A pause.
Then quieter—
“…You okay mouse?”
You nodded against him.
“Yeah.”
“Yeah,” he repeated, like he was confirming it for himself too.
“You and your stupid TikTok experiments,” he murmured after a moment, though there was no real bite to it anymore; you huffed a small laugh.
“Hey, this one worked.”
That earned you a soft exhale of amusement against your hair.
“M’ not complaining,” he said.
And you could hear the smile in his voice even without seeing it.
Neither of you moved; there was no need to. Just the steady rhythm of breathing, the faint warmth of the bedroom, and Jaafar’s hand still tracing slow, absent patterns against your back like he wasn’t planning on letting go anytime soon.
Eventually, he spoke again, quieter.
“…Next time you try to film me, I’m deleting the footage.”
⋆𓏲ּ𝄢 1995 || HIStory era || husband!michael.j x wife!reader ⋆𓏲ּ𝄢
this has been in my drafts for a while im not a big fan of it but ✌️
ִֶָ۶ৎ˖ִ ˚ synopsis: you and michael get asked that same question once again and michael cant help but reminisce to the steamy night before
۶ৎ˖ִ ˚ wc: 2.1k
ִֶָ۶ৎ˖ִ ˚ cw: invasive media questions, sub!michael, dry humping, nip play, unprotected p in v sex, cowgirl!pos, creampie, kissing, rubbing/touching, teasing/flirting, mdni !! not exactly proofread
“Are you two intimate?”
You internally roll your eyes. Live audience questions were always asking about you and Michael’s sex life. No matter how many times Michael dodged the question, it always came back to the same invasive curiosity, dressed up as harmless interest.
You look over to him, catching the same awkward smile he always gave every time the topic was brought up. He can't even look at you, staring somewhere by his shoes, he hesitates. “Why do you guys always ask this?-“ he tries to laugh it off. You can't help the faint grin quirking up at the corner of your lip knowing everything he's not saying.
Because he cant.
Its never that simple.
Michael couldn’t tell the journalist and the thousands of fans watching live how, just the night before, he’d been lounging on his bed, half-watching whatever was on TV. More focused on waiting for you to come out of the bathroom, listening for the water to shut off, for your wet footsteps on the floor because he simply couldn't resist you.
Michael turned his head towards the sound of the doorknob, brown eyes locking onto you instantly. Enjoying the way that the towel was draped loosely, a single fold hiding nothing. The dip of your cleavage, the damp curve of your shoulders decorated with small beads of water. his gaze flicking up to betray him, taking slow, heated sweeps down and back up.
“Miss me?” you ask, breaking the quiet.
Of course he did, it was only yesterday when he was holding a show, which was “Great.” in his words as usually you’d be sitting there front row cheering him on from the second he took stage. Except this time, you’d had other plans.
Plans that involved missing the show altogether.
Michael understood you had other things to do outside of being the love of his life. And he knew you couldn’t always just drop everything for him 24/7.
He knew that. Really, he did.
But that didn’t change the fact your absence yesterday still bothered him.
“Always, my angel," he murmured as you padded over now dressed in nothing but a loose camisole and panties, slipping between his spread legs where he sat on the edge of the bed. His large hands slid to your hips, slightly tugging you some inches closer.
“Are you still upset about the show?” Your fingers absently traced his jaw; the other sliding down the column of his neck as you tried to read his expression.
“What? No.” he was always such a terrible liar.
“Right,” you answered not buying it at all. “Michael, baby, you do understand that i was busy right?”
‘Busy’ the word alone making Michael’s fingers tighten briefly. “Yes, I know that.” his eyes glinting with something suspiciously close to mischief. “But you’re not busy now..”
‘Nice try’ you thought.
“Irresponsible,” you snipped at the obvious flirt. "You’ve got that interview at eight." the reminder’ a weak attempt at scolding the man, when you were really tempting him to choose wrongly. And he always did.
You saw him wince at the mention of his schedule, “Yeah..”
"Besides," you teased, letting your hands slip from his face, "you’ll be too wrecked by the morning." A smirk tugged at your lips. "And you can’t skip another one. It’s a bad habit, Mikey."
Michael caught your wrists before you could pull away, guiding them to his shoulders, only for his grip to slide right back to your hips. With a gentle tug, he settled you into his lap, his fingers digging in with just enough pressure to make you stay, “I know, I know-” his eyes swept across the floor, restless. “I just can't help it when-” he trailed off, but a kiss stole his words, smothering whatever excuse he was going to feed you.
In all honesty you understood his complaints, with all the am radio rounds and back to back interviews, you and michael barely stole five minutes alone without either of you passing out the moment you hit the bedroom. So if he was a little needy tonight? You wouldn’t blame him. Because, hell.
You were too.
Michael melted into the kiss, and you followed suit; lips parted on a breath as his warm tongue slide against yours, slow and searching. The taste of him was intoxicating, the way he always kissed like you were going to disappear the second he pulled away.
Your palm smoothed over his nightshirt to rest just above his quickening heartbeat, that throbbed in sync with his now growing print pressing against you eagerly. Michael noticed his bodys reaction and broke from the kiss, you could feel the heat of his embarrassment radiating off of him. Too shamed to open his eyes to your smug expression he knew all too well. It was almost cute how, even after all these years together, some things just never changed.
“Already, michael?” God he loved the way you’d say his name like that. so tormenting. It was cruel. You adjusted your hips discreetly angling against his hard on flush against your clit.
A breathy moan escaped Michaels lips, gripping your hips trying to ground himself. Your focus drifted to his bambi eyes, catching the glint of desire he always so desperately tried to hide. “Can i?” he asked already reaching for your cami. Pathetic.
Your hum of consent is all the permission he needs—his hands already dragging the fabric up, peeling it over your head with deliberate slowness. The air hits your skin, cool against the heat of his gaze as it drops to your tits, perky and flushed, your nipples already peaking for him.
“God, you’re gorgeous.” he whispered more so to himself, the tip of his tongue darting out to wet his lips. You cant help but enjoy the praise simpering slightly.
Michael drew near, trailing slow, feather-light kisses down the valley between your tits, his thumb reaching up to roll around your pert nipple.
This weakness made you crack, a low whine slipping past your lips as your fingers slid into his hair, guiding his mouth to your now swollen breasts and with him this close you could smell his cologne, the warm spice of his scent lingered in the air between you, and your hand instinctively curled a little tighter. youd only complimented it once, and from that day on it had become his signature.
Michaels tongue swirled around your aching peak, teasing before pulling it between his lips. The wet heat made you shudder as he released with a soft pop, leaving your peak glistening and sensitive. Not only that but you were practically dripping through your thin panties, you would only imagine the dark puddle you were leaving on his expensive, pants.
You rocked your hips along the hard ridge of his cock through his pants once more, his eyes squeezing shut again at the familiar feeling, completely and utterly weak for you just as he always was. “You’re getting my pants all wet.” he murmured, voice dripping with practiced charm—even if strained.
“‘S pretty.” Michael's large palms slid up your un seemingly trembling thighs, slow and reverent. One of his thumbs then brush against the delicate lace at the edge of your panties.
You suck in a shallow breath.
His eyes looked up to your face briefly, before his right thumb hooked under the fabric just below your core... and gently pulling it aside, the wet string between the cotton and flesh a lewd sight of just how desperate you were for him. Your eyes narrowed at his burning stare, “Pervert.”
Michael’s grin was all performance—that practiced, polite smile he wore for cameras and strangers.
“What? Never. I’m a gentleman.” the lie rolled off his tongue effortlessly as his slender fingers trailed through your slickness, warm, sticky from earlier arousal. His middle finger paused at your entrance, pressing just the lightest circle there, a teasing graze.
You bite your tongue not wanting to give him the pleasure of your reaction letting him continue his ministrations as you started to work on his waistband, because two could play that game. Your fingers grope for the zipper to his pants taking it down and pulling his boxers down with it, freeing his twitching shaft.
His leg tenses at the sudden exposure, a faint laugh escaping him as he pleads, “Baby, wait.”
“You want me to wait?” your hand was already wrapping around his manhood, giving him a stroke.
Michaels jaw clenched as he watched your thumb smear his pre, his hips jerked slightly into your palm. Pathetic. You’d only been holding his cock and he was already wrecked. A whimper escaped him, helpless against your slow paced ministrations.
“You ready, pretty?” you patronised sweetly, fully aware he was already struggling to keep it together.
“Don’t-” Michael’s protest died in his throat the second your thumb circled again, “Yes, god yes I’m ready.”
In one smooth motion you take his thick cock all the way inside your gummy walls to the hilt. Perfect. Fucking. Fit. You dont even feel like moving yet— just wanting to savour the feeling of having your cunt stuffed after weeks of nothing but constant press and overcrowded itineraries. Though after all they do say ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’.
“Feels good, angel” michael croaked revelling in the feeling of your snug walls.
You bit your lip as you began to move your hips, inch by inch, feeling him stretch you open until you could barely breathe. Your nails dug into his arms forming small crescent grooves, desperate for something to hold onto. Michael hissed at the sting, his hands gliding down to your ass, groping greedily at the fat, needing you just as much as you did him. “You like that, mikey?” you ground your hips down against his.
You can feel Michaels dick twitching inside your tight heat needy and oh so close. A thin sheen of sweat beaded along his forehead, his head lolling back now, nothing but broken little sounds and strained whines slipping past his lips.
“Just like that,doll” he managed, trying poorly to jerk his hips up in weak little thrusts to match the dangerous pace you’d set.
Your eyes dipped to the sticky mess of precum and arousal that glistened between you making wet obscene plaps as your skin connected each time. His face was so pretty like this; flushed, damp with sweat, mouth parted, all soft and spent beneath you. It pulled something greedy out of you.
You crashed your lips to his in a wet, sloppy kiss, swallowing the sweet little moan he let out for you. The sound went straight between your legs, and you clenched around him hard enough to make his whole body tremble beneath you.
Your chest pressed flush to his, your nipples dragging against the thin fabric of his night shirt every time your bodies met. The soft, damp cotton only made it worse the friction enough to make your breath hitch into his mouth as you kissed him, slow and sloppy, grinding down on him while he trembled beneath you.
“Angel, I-” Michael stuttered, voice ragged as his head tipped back again.
He wanted to cum so bad, you could feel it in the way his cock flexed inside you and how his brows stitched together tightly, but he was holding back for you. He always tried so hard not to ‘ruin it’ for you because it almost always got to his head whenever he came first makinh him feeling all guilty. It wasn’t easy, but he always tried his best to be good for his wife—even when you made it stupidly hard. Literally.
You answered with a soft hum and a roll of your hips. The beat between your legs got harder to ignore and Michael must have felt it near the base of him because one hand left the swell of your ass and slipped between you to find your needy little pearl. His thumb flicked over it fast and hard enough to make your breath catch as you started riding his cock with abandon, seeing stars you mewl, “Michael!”
your pussy spasmed around him, your stomach twisting in knots. You felt the warm liquid drooling from your insides and dripping down his base and balls making michael shiver, as you rode him with reckless abandon.
Orgasm hits as his palm slammed against your clit, the vice grip of your warm walls squeezing every last drop of hot cum out of him as he shoots deep inside your hungry cunt, his eyelashes damp with bliss. At least this time you came first right?
“Mr. Jackson?”
He blinks snapping upright, the bright studio lights rushing back into focus. “Are you okay?” the interviewer asks confusion written all over her face.
Michael clears his throat smiling sheepishly, heat blooming across his cheeks as he quickly straightened in his seat and smoothed a hand over his pants.
just imagining bf!jungkook bending you over in his expensive ass car and taking you how you like it hehe
“o-oh yes koo, please don’t stop”, you whimpered, trying but failing to keep yourself up on your hands and knees. “never gonna stop, princess”, jungkook groaned as he held onto your hips tightly, pushing them back to meet his with sharp thrusts. bending you over in the back of his expensive ass wasn’t what he had planned after your lovely date night, but neither of you wasn’t complaining.
your panties were pulled to the side, your skirt bunched up past your hips. skin slapping filled the air, the windows growing foggy with condensation.
“look at you taking it so good, baby. yeah back it up on me, just like that”, jungkook watched as your pussy toke his cock, helping you bounce your ass back on him. “such a greedy pussy, huh? hugging me like a vice”. you whimper once more, feeling his cock hit that spot over and over again.
“Yesss, love your cock koo. please give it to me pleaseee”, you beg over and over. jungkook nodded. “gonna give it to you, pretty girl. fuckkk, love this pussy. gonna fill it until your fucking dripping”. jungkook starts thrusts harder, making your ass giggle from the fast pace. your moans grow louder hearing how wet it sounds behind you, tightening your grip in the leather of the seats.
you could feel it, the warm tight feeling in your belly growing and about to snap from an orgasm. “m’gonna cum, please can I cum”, you begged, mixtures of moans and whimpers spilling from your mouth. your brain felt so fuzzy, you just wanted to cum.
“just hold on a little longer baby girl, m’so close, so close”, jungkook couldn’t help but whimper, the sound high-pitched. feeling your wet, warm gummy walls tightening around him, his balls heavy with cum and threatening to spill at any moment, hearing the squelching below him, the sound of your pussy echoing through the car. you didn’t know how much longer you could hold out, knowing you were just seconds from going over the edge.
“please kook please can I cum”, you beg once last time, holding on for dear life. “Yes baby cum, cum for me. fuck fuckkk m’cumming”, jungkook practically growled, hips stuttering as he gave just a few more sharp thrusts. white streams of cum released, so much that some of it dripped out of you, just like he promised.
you both sat there in a panting mess, trying to catch your breath as you laid together. you now laying on your back while jungkook laid on your chest.
“you okay?” he asked softly. “Wasn’t too rough?” You shook your head, threading your nails through his jet black hair. “no, you were perfect like always. i would like to have sex in your car again though”. jungkook chuckled, cocking a brow “really? in my car in the middle of a parking lot?” you shrugged with a smile. “I think it’s hot”. you both chuckle at your humorous words, gelding each other a bit longer before rightfully deciding to stop to get ice cream from a nearby convenience store.
