i love all of your works so i was wondering if i could request a very needy reader whos always begging for kisses from bucky
You don’t even try to hide it.
“Bucky.”
He doesn’t look up from the kitchen counter where he’s drying a plate. “Yeah, doll?”
There’s already a pout on your lips when he glances over. He pauses mid-wipe, blue eyes softening instantly because he knows that look. He knows it too well.
“You haven’t kissed me in like…” You pretend to check an invisible watch. “At least five minutes.”
He snorts. “Five minutes? That’s a crime now?”
“It’s neglect,” you correct, stepping closer. “I’m being emotionally starved.”
He sets the plate down slowly, shaking his head like you’re impossible—but there’s a smile tugging at his mouth. “You’re dramatic.”
“I’m needy,” you say, completely serious.
You’re already reaching for him, sliding your hands up his chest, fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt. You tilt your chin up expectantly.
He pretends to think about it. The jerk.
“Hmm. I don’t know,” he murmurs, eyes flicking down to your mouth. “What do I get outta this?”
You gasp. “You get me.”
He breaks immediately.
“Jesus,” he mutters under his breath before cupping your face and leaning down. His lips press to yours, slow and warm and everything you want. You melt into him like you always do, like your bones are made to soften against his.
But it’s not enough.
It’s never enough.
When he pulls back after a few seconds, you chase him, pecking his mouth again. And again. And again.
“Baby,” he laughs softly between kisses. “I just kissed you.”
“Again.”
“You’re insatiable.”
“Correct.”
He kisses you again.
You hum contently into it, arms wrapping around his waist now, pressing yourself fully against him. He smells like soap and something warm and distinctly Bucky, and it makes you cling harder.
“Another,” you mumble against his lips.
“You’re unbelievable.”
“Kiss me.”
He does.
This one lingers longer. His hands slide from your cheeks to your waist, thumbs brushing over the curve of your hips. He kisses you softer this time, slower, like he’s savoring it.
You sigh into his mouth.
When he finally pulls away, you’re already staring up at him with wide eyes.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he warns gently.
“Like what?”
“Like you’re about to ask for more.”
You blink innocently.
“…Bucky.”
He groans quietly.
“You’re spoiled.”
“You spoil me.”
He can’t argue with that.
He leans down and kisses your forehead this time, then your nose, then the corner of your mouth. You beam like he just handed you the world.
“You’re so cute when you beg,” he murmurs.
“I’m not begging.”
“You absolutely are.”
You tighten your grip around him, pressing your face into his chest now. “I just like kissing you.”
His arms come around you automatically. Protective. Secure. His chin rests on top of your head.
“I know,” he says softly.
And that’s the thing.
He knows.
You’ve always been this way—tugging on his sleeve for one more kiss before he leaves for a mission, crawling into his lap just to tilt your face up at him, interrupting his conversations with Sam because you “needed one immediately.”
At first he’d been surprised by it. A little overwhelmed even.
No one had ever wanted him like that before.
No one had ever looked at him like he was something they couldn’t get enough of.
The first time you’d grabbed his face with both hands and said, “Kiss me right now,” he’d blinked like you’d handed him something fragile and impossible.
Now?
Now he lives for it.
You pull back slightly, eyes scanning his face.
“What?” he asks.
“You didn’t kiss me with tongue yet.”
He stares at you for a long second.
Then he laughs—full, warm, head tipping back.
“You’re unbelievable.”
“Bucky.”
“You’re greedy.”
You nod.
He cups the back of your neck this time, fingers threading lightly into your hair. When he leans down, it’s slower. Intentional. His lips part against yours, and this kiss is deeper—soft but consuming.
You melt instantly.
Your fingers curl into his shirt again, pulling him closer like you’re afraid he might disappear. He makes a quiet sound in his throat when you press yourself against him, needy and shameless.
When his tongue brushes against yours, you sigh like it’s oxygen.
That does something to him.
His grip tightens.
You whimper softly when he pulls away too soon.
“Bucky,” you breathe, almost accusing.
He rests his forehead against yours. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”
“I just want you.”
He softens completely at that.
Your voice isn’t teasing now. It’s small. Honest.
You always want him close. Always want his mouth on yours, his hands on you, proof that he’s there and real and yours.
And maybe part of it is because you know what he’s been through. Because you know how long he went without gentle things. Without affection.
You refuse to let him ever feel unwanted again.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he murmurs quietly, brushing his nose against yours.
“I know. I just—”
“You just like kissing me.”
You nod.
He smiles softly.
“C’mere.”
He lifts you easily, setting you on the kitchen counter without breaking contact. You squeak in surprise, hands flying to his shoulders.
“Better angle,” he explains casually.
Then he kisses you again.
And again.
And again.
Slow kisses. Quick pecks. Deep, dizzying ones that leave you breathless and flushed. He kisses the pout off your mouth, kisses your jaw, kisses the corner of your lips when you smile too big.
Every time you whisper “again,” he obliges.
Eventually you’re giggling into his mouth, hands sliding into his hair.
“You’re ridiculous,” he murmurs against your skin.
“And you love it.”
“I do.”
He presses one last lingering kiss to your lips before resting his forehead against yours.
“You don’t have to beg for kisses,” he says softly. “You can just take ‘em.”
You grin.
“Oh.”
Your hands cup his face suddenly, pulling him down into a firm, deliberate kiss.
He hums approvingly.
“See?” he murmurs when you pull back. “That’s my girl.”
summary: you had been stressed with finals week, after your last final of the day, the one Sammie has been helping you study for, all you wanted to do is have your boyfriend praise you and give you attention. it seems like he’s busy on the game though, unless you distract him.
warnings: word count 4.3k, a bit of pouty, impatient reader! smut, thigh riding, p in v, teasing, masturbation, praise, needy!blackfemreader, pet names, dirty talk minors do not interact
a/n: i’m annoyed with myself how long it took me to get this out tbh (quite literally get this outttt of my drafts neowwwww) but i hope you enjoy it my lovelies, enjoy !!
this past week, you have been studying your ass off for finals, you were zoned in on your studies, and sammie helped you study for your chem final, quizzing you on vocab and practice questions. today was the day you took it, and you were confident; you studied everything you possibly could from the semester.
the classroom was crowded. the air heavy with suspense and the scent of number 2 pencils. you took a moment for yourself a steady breath to ground yourself. you remember all of sammie's practice questions all the reviews you did and the all-nighters you pulled. you moved through the final with confidence, you were focused as you had a pen and pencil, the scratching of the pen was the finality of your exam.
once you left there was a weight that was lifted off. the drive home was a relief. your mind finally able to take a break.
as you entered back into your shared apartment with sammie, you didn't hear much of anything, just the door you opened creaked. the apartment always had a soft glow to it, a peaceful and warm feel.
sammie doesn't hear you, how could he hear you when he has his headset on, door closed and talking to his friends. you sigh taking your shoes off and placing your purse on the holder.
you made your way upstairs into your shared room and as you entered the room you saw him, on the edge of the bed, his elbows leaning on his knees, he's hunched over a bit. wearing a black t-shirt and some plaid red and black pants, he looked comfortable, you thought. his headphones are on, just the one on the right pushed past his ear so he can hear what's going on around him.
you never got tired of looking at him, not really, he looked concentrated, his head turned to you as he heard the bedroom door open.
he looked at you briefly giving a light smile.
"hey baby, how was the final? he asked in a low smooth voice.
you give a light smile as you reply "I'm confident, baby, i believe i did good, all that shit you questioned me on was on the final.
he is nodding, but he isn't really listening. You can tell because you see and hear the PS5 controller clicking rapidly.
his head turns back to the game just as fast, talking in the mic "damn nigga, relax, I'm playing, don't worry about me, what you need to do is loot up, i got my shit."
a soft smile tugging at your lips as you headed toward the dresser, as you gather some comfy clothes, you leaned over to Sammie, pressing a sweet kiss on his cheek. he looked up as his eyes were bright and he caught your hand, gently pulling you closer, you knew what he wanted; he wanted a real kiss, and that is what you'd give him.
and just for a moment, the game was forgotten when your lips danced, until you heard his friend through the headset.
"nigga, i don't wanna hear all that mackin in my ear!" his friend yelled on the mic.
you rolled your eyes playfully and chuckling lightly, sammie grinned a bit shy, you leave him to play his match, making sure you had your clothes out before you headed to the bathroom.
as you head to the bathroom, turning the warm water on, the steam began to fill the room, fogging up the mirrors, giving it that sauna feel you loved. stepping into the shower felt like your own therapeutic time, the shower felt as if it was washing away all the stress of the exams that are now finally over, the late-night study session and all the tension that has been building up during this finals week, finally being released.
you started with your unscented soap, followed by your favorite body wash. any self care process was a time you cherished, the tension gradually leaving your body as the water ran down it.
once you were done, feeling all fresh and clean, you stepped out and patted yourself dry. back in the bedroom, Sammie is screaming at his friends. as you enter the bedroom the cool air hits your skin and you grab your lotion and light perfume and begin to moisturize.
after spraying your perfume you got into your nice, soft lounge clothes.
feeling all fresh and clean, you climbed onto the bed, crawling behind Sammie and draping your arms around his chest, leaning your chin on his shoulder. you can feel him smile, he tilted his head and pressing a sweet kiss on your arm.
you whisper into his ear, the ear that has the headset pushed to the side, that isn't covered by his headset.
"baby, how long you been on the game for?"
you watch his fingers moves on the controller, as he talks "uhhh, not long baby just a couple hours"
you nod as you hear his response, his focus remained locked on the screen, you leaned in and press a loving kiss on his neck, lightly whispering, "I've been missing you".
you hear his breath hitch, the clicking and movements of the controller slow down, he falters only for a moment, as he tried his hardest to focus on the match he was playing.
you take notice that he hasn't completely been swayed from the game, you need to switch things up, you sigh scooting over to sit right beside him, pulling one knee up to your chest and the other hanging at the end of the bed.
you wait a while because you know when he says "he's only been playing for a couple of hours," it's always way longer than that, he just wanted to continue playing.
so you stay patient and watch.
a small pout begins to form on your lips, as it's been a while now. 2 hours to be exact, and all you have been doing was watching him play and talk to his friends, you watch his avatar running and shooting with his friends, you loved video games too, you played them yourself, but you wanted his attention.
even when he is locked in, you can't help but admire and adore him, how the focused glow of the screen highlights the sharp lines of his jaw and makes his eyes sparkle more than they normally do. he looked fine as hell.
you look at him his face concentrated and contour and you smile he looks handsome as hell, and you let him know that too.
"you're so handsome," you murmured, your voice low but you know he would hear, as your nails scratch the back of his neck lightly.
he lets out a breath "thank you, baby".
the tension in his shoulders drop a little
he hears your tone the looseness in your voice, the need.
you drape one leg over his legs and kiss his ear, whispering things into his ear.
he covers his mic with hand.
"baby, chill" his voice low, strained a bit like he is holding back, he pleaded lightly but his eyes were still on the screen.
that isn't what you wanted, you wanted him looking at you.
"want you, bad" you murmured quickly and pressing a soft kiss onto his ear, knowing that would get some reaction.
you hear a groan escape him, his grip on the controller tightens, you don't hear what his friends are saying but you hear them talking and laughing through the headset, it seems like his homeboys demanded his focus, he moved to concentrate, he scoots away from you, creating a gap you didn't like.
that stung, a deep pout forming a bit of hurt claiming you.
"fine, have your game then not your girlfriend who wants and needs your attention." you say
he goes to speak to you but instead he responds to his friends saying "guys. guys move round back i'm coming, that motherfucka who killed me, he's hiding in that building let's get his ass"
weeks of exhausting finals and studying, you didn't want him as a tutor anymore. you didn't just want his presence, you wanted his true undivided attention. his arms around you, you wanted to sit on his lap and ride him, you would take anything at this point.
you wanted his cock in you or in your mouth, you didn't care, you want his hands on your face, his lips on yours, you wanted to be touched. you wanted to hear him say that he was proud of you and all of your hard work. you wanted his cock in every way, your stomach doing flips, and your soaked just at the thought, your pussy pulsating with need.
if he was so busy, you have to find another way to draw it out of him or deal with it, find the release you were looking for; you have to raise the bar to get him to break.
so you try again but this time it would be different.
as you make your way back to him, your chest pressed to his back, you watch him play the game and kiss his neck, but this time your hand was moving, caressing his chest, and your hands slowly make there was to his waistband
"he-hey baby what's-" he tries to question, but you aren't having any of it
"shhh, keep playing the game like you were before, keep talking to your friends, since you wanna be on the game so bad". you tell him sternly whispering in his ear , as you lick the shell of his ear.
he inhales, clearing his throat trying to ignore the feeling of your hand going down his pants and feeling the outline of his dick.
you rest your head on his shoulder as you watch him play, while your hand makes his way into his boxers.
he moves the mic away from his lips turning his head to you "b-baby, cmon this ain't fair i'm playing the-"
"and continue to play" you smile pressing a soft kiss on his cheek.
you wrap your hand around him. around the base of his dick
you hear the inhale he takes as he moves the mic back to his lips, hesitating to speak as you begin to move your hand slowly around his, feel the heft in your hand, you can feel him throbbing just a bit, and you can't lie that it puts a smile on your face.
he hasn't said a word, but you hear the muffled voice of his friends talking on his headphones.
you feel his chest inhale sharply has your hand begins to move faster.
"baby, i think your friends are talking to you answer them, think you need to move in the game you have been afk for a minute"
his breath shudders, you kiss his ear, the one that isn't covered by the headphone.
"l-last round guys" he announces in the mic he says clearing his throat trying to mask the noises he really wants to let out.
you smile, you continue to stroke him faster, feel him completely hard now and you ask him, you know just to tease him and get on his nerves
"last round, already?? there is three more to go, keep playing baby, play for me" you whisper, giving light kisses on his ear as you feel a little spot of pre cum forming on his tip, you move it around the head of him and he groans.
"uh- t-they are one me, the enemy is close- b..by" he lets out a weak call out to his friends.
"all i wanted was some time baby, but you were busy playing the game" you say as before you lick his ear "wanted time but you were busy on the game talking to your friends"
he nods, trying to turn his head over his shoulder to reach your lips and kiss you. you move back just a bit, not all the way, just enough that he can't reach your lips anymore, as they remained puckered, he frowns.
you put your hand under his chin and redirecting his focus back on the screen.
his hips jerk slighty trying to meet the thrust of your hand.
you won't let him cum. not like this. you just wanna get him started, you want him close.
you loosen the grip on your dick and get off the bed, moving in front of him, slowly going on your knees.
his eyes are practically begging you not to, you can tell by the way his eyebrows scrunch up. but you know from how he was throbbing in your hand and how he his breath quickened, you know he wants it.
you smiles as you caress his thigh, leaving sweet kisses on his thighs as you look up at him.
a devious smile on your face.
you hold him at the base of his dick and stroke lightly, as you kiss the tip and you feel the throb in your hand, his head down now looking at you, as your eyes lock you move forward your mouth completely swalling him, he groans, not talking as his hands barely move on the controller and his eyes are closed.
you slip out of his mouth and he sighs, a whine leaves his mouth. his mic still on. you looked at him and then turned back to the tv to see his avatar barely moved from where you last saw it.
"what? you done playing?" you ask innocently
his jaw clenches. and take a frustrated sigh, dick hard as hell throbbing as he clears his throat and talks into the mic
you stand up and straddle his thigh kissing his ear that isn't covered "mmm baby, tell me im a good girl". as you kiss his ear. "i wanna hear it, i've been missin you and i come home and your on the game, not paying attention to me"
sammie lets out a heavy exhale as he is having a hard time listening to his friends on the game, and you in his other ear, whispering to him how much you need him, and his dick, how badly you ached for him.
you begin to grind on his thigh.
"baby, please i missed you too i just-" his words die in his throat as he feels the wetness between your thigh.
“sammie i need you, please” you plead, kissing his neck
you lift your knees and grind on his thigh, you feel the flex of his muscles and you gasp, causing your back to arch and grind more. He throws his headset off and turns the game off, his hands immediately grabbing on ass.
“i got you baby, you need to use me? go ahead” he kisses you, his lips meeting yours and moving your hips against his thigh.
“you just couldn’t wait could you?” your hand slips around his dick, stroking him.
your head drops with your mouth parting, gasping.
“take these panties off” sammie groans as he is already pulling them down for you and you lift your hips, removing your soaked panties.
now your bare already wet clit is making contact with his flexed thigh and you hiss “ooou shit”
“mmmm, you’re so wet baby, these panties soaked and you just all wet for me”
all you could do was nod as you felt the pressure building up inside of you.
“stop that nodding shit, you wanted my attention so now i’m giving it to you, talk to me, answer me baby,” he says with a smile on his face as he move your hand from his dick, replacing his own hand.
“nnnggghh, i don’t know what you want me to say!” you whine as your hips move sloppier.
a devious smile creeps on his face “bout that final. how was it tell me what you remember?” he asks seeing the pout on my face
“no, t-that’s too much work” tears prick into your eyes. this was not a part of your plan. you did not want to think right now. you wanted to fuck.
“you’re my sweet. smart girl right? you got it” his sweet voice encouraging you as always
you don't answer as the words die from the pressure being stirred in your lower belly. your hips moving on there own. sammie watches you and sees that you are close, he places his hands on your waist, seeing that you aren't truly listening to him.
"baby, i want you to answer these questions for me, while you grind on me, you don't have to pleasure me right now this about you. can you do that for me?" he asked with a light smile on his face and his dick that throbbed.
"yes i can, please i'll be good, but i wanna please you too" you promise as you kiss him.
you hiss as he lifts you to straddle him fully now, your knees on the sides of his waist as he makes you hover over him lining you up with him.
"please-"
his hands find your clit as he rolls it "shhh, how does surface area influence reaction rate?"
your eyebrows furrow as he traced circles on your clit, your hands find his shoulders, you clench, you take his shirt off, and take your own off, throwing them somewhere behind you.
"what?" you ask confused on why he is asking your chem questions right now. at a time like this. where you are practically dripping on his fingers down to his dick.
"you heard me pretty, how does surface area influence reaction rate?" he asks again as his neck cranes to look up at you, watching your face
"uh, by increasing the surface area of reactant molecules, we increase the space or point of contact that the molecules have avaliab-"
he moves your hips down, as he eases only the tip into you, he knows what he's doing and he's getting a rise out of it.
"gimme" is all you can say. no, no, not say beg.
"finish the answer" he simply tells you as he is looking down at only his tip that has entered you.
you think quickly on what you were saying "um, ummmm, oh oh that the molecules have available to interact, that causes an increase in the rate o reaction!"
you know the answer is right and you want your reward.
you slam down onto him.
he groaned, "fuuucckkkk, baby," his hands immediately wrapping around you, caressing your back.
the sounds were obscene you heard how wet you were and you just didn't care.
"fuck, baby slow down, question fa-fu-for you, h-how does a -catalyst speed up a-ch-emical reaction?." sammie chokes out trying to focus on his question and the feeling of him inside you.
he holds your hips down making you sit down on his dick, taking him fully, you stay there for a moment needing to adjust to him.
"i wanna fuck, not answer questions i already took my final already" you whine kissing him, trying to lift your hips that he has pinned down to him"
"ffuck ! ok okayyy! uh a catalyst-" shit what do they do?? "umm they speed up a chemical reaction by f-finding an alternate pathway with a lower activation energy?' you answer, you answered as a question, not as confident in yourself.
sammie looks at you, his eyebrow quirking up and head tilting a little. "you sure? you don't sound so sure baby?
you lean your head on his shoulder, trying to level your body to get some friction and you hear the chuckle that leaves him
"baby, you sure that's the right answer? you ain't sound so sure?" he questions again, as he pecks your neck
he knows you get silent when you're thinking so he gives you a minute.
"okay okay!" you never liked feeling rushed, mixed with the pressure of him in you and him questioning you, its overwhelming.
"it finds the alternate pathway but with a higher activation energy?" you aren't sure, you just wanted to move at this point.
he lifts you up. holding you in his arms until your back meets the bed and he leaves your briefly but quickly returns. his dick filling you up deep inside. as is on top of you.
"ffuuck!" you exclaimed
"what did i say about second guessing yourself baby?" he looks you in your eyes as if he isn't fucking the shit out of you.
"not to" you quickly answer "i'm sorry, i'm sorry"
a smile finds his lips as his hips never stopping meeting yours, "i love you baby, my smart princess and i know you did good on your final, you were right the first time about the lower activation energy. never doubt yourself"
"you are so beautiful, so smart, fuck baby you feel so good" he praises you as he pound into you, causing your breast to jiggle just a bit but all you could truly hear was the praises he was whispering in your ear and the squelching sound he was making your pussy sound.
"s-sammie shhiit, i love you, i'm- mmmm gonna hngh!!, gonna cum baby!"
"i love you too, that's my pretty girl" he growls, as he spreads your legs wider and panting with need.
"mmmfucck, baby," you whine, with tears streaming down. your senses feel overstimulated, your clit, the sounds and sammie groaning in your ear.
"you gonna cum?, yeahhh, you bout to cum ain't you?." he growls with a grin on his face.
the pressure and pace is fast.
"you feel so good baby, this that smart pretty pussy feels like huh?" he mumbles under your breath, his tone has changed, its not even talking to you, he's talking to her. your pussy
"making all those noises cumming for me" he whispers.
"mmmphh" whimpering as you take everything he gives you "i feel you, you are so deep."
he kisses you, "c'mon, cum for me, you 're so messy look at all that." as he has one hand near your head, he takes his other hand and his finger makes his way towards your clit again. causing you to throw your head back in pleasure.
"you wanted my attention, baby, now look at yourself can't even take it," he pants.,
he wasn't far behind himself "shhiitt" he groans as his hips finally begin to slow down.
his lips meet yours again, and his lips meet your hairline causing you to smile.
"t-thank you baby" you manage to say as are catching your breath, he gives a weak nod, slowly pulling out of you.
"anytime baby," he says as his back hits the mattress, and he lies beside you.
"even on the game?" you ask with a playful smirk.
sammie chuckles, shaking his head, letting out a huff of breath. "even on the game" as he lightly kisses your forehead.
you give him a knowing smirk and press a final kiss on his cheek. you move closer to lay on his chest listening to his heartbeat. as you guys lay there for a while, catching your breath. the room was in a comfortable silence.
until you heard it ???
a faint, tinny tiny sound, it sounded tiny, muffled person almost.
you lift your head off of his chest, trying to listen to what the sound could be. as you tap sammie's bare chest, needing his attention on the matter, he peeks one eye open, looking at you, he mumbles, "what is it?". with a sense of relaxation in his voice.
with nothing else to say, you look around the room and get up from the bed and stare at the floor, no, no not the floor, what he threw on the floor, you pointed a shaky hand to his headset on his. sammie sees your face and grows concerned, as he gets up and looks at what you are pointing too.
you hear the muffled voices you thought sounded like angry smurfs were his friends he were talking to when he was playing the game.....on his headset.
you slowly look at him with a horrified expression on your face, and whisper, "sammie.. do you think they heard? did you ever mute?
sammie practically stared at the headset like it was a live grenade. "only one way to find out" he looks at you and picks up his headset, pressing one side to his ear and the mic to his mouth.
"yoo?" he says into the mic. wondering.
the sudden burst of his friends talking all at one. "we heard every damn thing since we've been playing." one of his friends say.
your eyes widen and you cover your mouth in embarrassment. wishing the floor would swallow you up right then and there.
sammie's jaw drops as he drags a hand over his face. "then why" he groaned into the mic "didn't y'all just leave the voice chat?!"
you hear one of his friends yell "well maybe you fucking forgot, but you are the party leader!!", he informs sammie "your avatar has been running into a wall the entire time, and we have called your phone and screamed for y'all, we ain't need to listen to the porno so we just turned our mics down and screamed until you guys would hopefully notice!"
one of his friends eric voice chimed in with a laugh "nigga y'all nasty as fuck, talking bout some chem, nahhhh y'all doing anatmoy and shit."
you groaned as you took a pillow and stuffed your face into it, wanting to hide. sammie turned his headphones off and returned to you, shaking his head and lying down.
you felt the bed dip just a bit as his body hit the bed, letting out a sigh as he shook his head, he looked over at you as your face was hidden in the pillow, he let out a bit of a chuckle.
"well at least they got a show" sammie joked shrugging his shoulders.
you turn to him slowly and smack him with the pillow, as you hear his full-hearted laugh pulling from him.
a/n & taglist:
i don’t know whyyyyyyy, this shii took me forever and a day! i was soo annoyed i stayed up at 3am adding more stuff to the end..i think that’s my problem 😭. but y’all let me know what y'all think.
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Tags: Strap-on, rough sex, light bdsm, bondage, inappropriate use of the Lasso of Truth ig, reader is needy, power play
Genre: Smut (with a bit of fluff)
Summary: Diana is always gentle with you, but the moment you tell her what you really want, she stops holding back.
Her lips met yours with fervent desire, hands gripping your hips as her tongue slid into your mouth. She tasted amazing. Like the gods themselves had melted the stars onto her tongue.
But something else persisted. Something that always had.
Restraint.
It had been like this for as long as you could remember.
She'd take her time with you — getting you worked up in all the right ways, before gently but surely taking you over the edge. You loved it. Every single time. As your toes clenched and hips bucked off the bed, the only thing drifting in your mind would be satisfaction. Pure, unfiltered satisfaction.
But God, would it be nice to feel her really put the muscles that rippled in her arms to use — pinning you in a tight hold beneath her with no other choice but to take it, take her, as she repeatedly drew orgasm after orgasm from you.
Heat started creeping between your thighs, both from the intensity of the kiss and the filthy thoughts in your head.
Sensing your increasing arousal, Diana began to trail her kisses downwards, sucking and licking the flesh in her wake. Your hands combed through her hair as several small gasps escaped you. You tried to stay present, to just enjoy the feel of her skin against yours, but it wasn't exactly easy to stop thinking about the idea of her fucking you hard into the bed. God, you needed to do something about this. You tapped her shoulder, slowly withdrawing.
"Um... Diana?"
She paused, gazing at you with cerulean eyes that flared with heat laced with curiosity.
You gulped, ears burning.
"I was wondering if... you could..."Her lips curved up into a soft smile, hands still wandering lazily around your body.
"Don't be shy, love. Say it. I'll do anything you ask."
Classic Diana. Always ready to please you.
"Okay... uh... I was just wondering if you could... be a bit rougher..."
Silence. For a moment, and then another. You could feel your heart begin to race in your chest as she did nothing but stare. Then, she cocked her head to the side and mouthed, "Rougher?"
You nodded slowly. "Yeah... I like it when you're gentle, I really do... but I couldn't help but wonder what it'd be like... if you weren't."
The corners of her lips curved up into a knowing smile, eyes darkening with unbridled lust.
"I see..."
Before you could respond, her lips were back on yours, tongue penetrating your mouth with an even greater urgency than earlier. A moan ripped from your throat as strong hands slipped underneath your shirt.
It was evident—in the way she eagerly squeezed your tits, rolling the peaks between her fingers—that she'd been holding back for quite a while. And you were loving every second of this newfound enthusiasm.
"Diana..." you whined when she finally pulled back, chest heaving up and down.
She stood up and made her way to the corner of the bedroom. Towards that drawer. You didn't think it was possible to get any wetter, but seeing her return with a strap, a dildo, and the lasso of truth made you think otherwise. You clenched your thighs, squirming like an animal in heat.
"Lie down, love."
You obeyed, desperate to feel her plunging deep in your aching hole.
Fastening the strap around her waist, she attached the large red toy to it. She moved forward and grabbed your arms, pinning them above you.
Then you felt the lasso — strong and firm — wrapping tightly around your wrists, making it impossible to move them. Your throat bobbed in anticipation. She was really going all out.
Slowly, Diana parted your thighs, running her fingers along the wetness that trailed down. A small chuckle escaped her.
"You've been waiting for this for quite some time, haven't you?" she said, dragging the tip of the strap along your pitifully slick folds. You groaned as your hips lifted off the bed in a desperate attempt to get more of the toy, more of her, inside you.
Seeing how needy you were for her, she finally obliged.
It was almost embarrassing how easy it was for the toy, thick as it was, to slide inside you.
You groaned, eyes rolling back as your cunt hungrily took more and more inches until she was fully seated.
"What will you say if it's too much for you?" she breathed, already giving slow experimental thrusts.
"Mmm~ Truth." You practically whimpered that out. She smiled.
"Perfect."
Without giving you any more time to get ready, she pulled back and in one aggressively delicious motion, slammed into you. You yelped, tits bouncing as she began a brutal array of thrusts that reached deep, deep inside your pussy. Her fingers held your thighs in a bruising grip as she pounded you hard into the bed.
It felt good, so good, to have her use you like her little fucktoy. Even with the ache that started to settle inside your thighs and the sting in your wrists, you couldn't help but whimper every time the toy slid back into you, dragging itself along the walls of your pussy.
"You like it, don't you?" Diana grunted. "You like it when I make love to you like this."
The lasso glowed a faint gold above you.
"Y-yes. I love it so much," you blurted. She smirked, her hips rocking vigorously, and all you could do was moan her name in time with the powerful thrusts that met with your cunt.
Then you felt it — your edge nearing dangerously close.
"Diana, God, please... I'm..."
She nodded.
You could feel yourself clenching around her as her pace grew faster.
"That's it, love. Let go," she breathed.
After one last brutal thrust, you cried out, your orgasm washing over you. Wave after wave, your pussy desperately squeezed the toy inside you, trying to milk every bit of pleasure it could.
When it was all over, she pulled out, hands reaching for the lasso as she carefully untied you. She pulled you into a gentle embrace, her fingers tracing the marks that lined your wrists.
"I'm sorry. I made it a bit too tight," she murmured, eyes grim with guilt.
Your heart warmed. Behind all that power, all that intensity, she was still your Diana, still so terribly afraid of hurting you.
"Are you kidding? I loved it, Diana. Every bit of it."
You pressed a soft kiss to her lips. She smiled.
"I'm glad you did."
A/N: This is very self-indulgent, but I hope you enjoyed 😛
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⊹ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : when jimin refuses to pause his game for afternoon cuddles, you take matters into your own hands. one bold move onto his lap and a shared strawberry lollipop are all it takes to completely shatter his focus. his high score takes a hit, but neither of you mind the sweet distraction.
⊹ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : gamer! park jimin x reader (established relationship)
⊹ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : soft smut / heavy fluff, established relationship
The computer tower hummed softly while Jimin aggressively clicked away at his keyboard.
Outside it was overcast, but his desk area was lit up by pink LED strip lights. An empty bowl of spicy Buldak ramen and a glass of melted ice water sat on the edge of the white desk.
You stood a few paces back, leaning against the doorframe, wrapped in nothing but an oversized, fuzzy cardigan that hung off one of your shoulders and a pair of matching cotton shorts. You were bored. Unbearably, agonizingly bored.
For the past three hours, you had been trying to read, trying to scroll through your phone, trying to nap, but your mind kept drifting to the boy sitting in the ergonomic gaming chair.
Jimin was completely lost to his own world. From behind, you had a perfect view of his broad shoulders, swathed in his favorite heavy, oversized black hoodie. Because the hood was dropped back, his hair was on full display. A gorgeous, bleached-blonde mane that caught the pink neon light, the soft strands slightly mussed from where his headset usually rested.
Your eyes tracked downward to the back of his neck, where the silver chain of a necklace caught the light. It was a custom piece you’d given him for his birthday. A delicate silver link chain with your name finely engraved on a small bar hanging right at his collarbone. He never took it off. Not to sleep, not to shower, and certainly not to play.
A tiny, silver circle earring dangled from his left lobe, catching the rhythmic, frantic pulses of the monitor screens as he shifted his head.
"Jimin-ah," you whined softly, the sound catching in your throat as a wave of neediness hit you.
He didn't hear you. His fingers were flying across the keyboard, his right hand gripping his mouse. A frustrated grumble slipped through his chest as a sharp beep echoed from his speakers. He was in the middle of a high-stakes ranked match.
You pouted, your bottom lip rolling out as you slipped your hand into your cardigan pocket. Your fingers brushed against the smooth wrapper of a candy you’d picked up earlier. You pulled it out: a translucent, bright red, heart-shaped strawberry lollipop. Stamped cleanly into the center of the hard candy were the words, KISS ME.
A slow, mischievous smile tugged at the corners of your mouth. If he wouldn’t come to bed willingly, you would just have to make staying at his desk impossible.
You padded across the floor barefoot, your steps entirely silent. When you reached the back of his chair, you didn't hesitate. You leaned down, draping your front over his back, burying your face directly into the crook of his neck, right where his pulse point beat steady and warm.
Jimin flinched slightly at the sudden warmth, but he didn't pull away. He couldn't. His character on screen was currently dodging a barrage of enemy fire.
"Ah, love, not right now," he murmured, his eyes glued to the screen. "Just ten more minutes, okay? The match is almost over. I'm close to a new high score."
You nuzzled his jawline, inhaling deeply. He tasted faintly like the spicy ramen he consumed earlier.
"Ten minutes is too long," you mumbled as your lips brushing the edge of his jaw. "I'm lonely. I'm cold. And I want you."
"Alright, alright." Jimin breathed, his thumbs twitching as he executed a flawless combo on his keyboard. "Just let me finish this round. Go lie down, I'll be right there."
Instead of obeying, you took a step to the side. You lifted your leg and swung it over his lap.
Jimin’s eyes widened slightly, a sudden hitch in his breathing rattling his chest as your weight settled directly onto his thighs. Because his hoodie was so oversized, you were essentially swallowed by his lap, your cardigan pooling around your hips.
"Whoa—sweetheart," he gasped, his hands freezing for a split second before his gamer instincts kicked in and he forced his left hand back onto the WASD keys. But his posture had changed entirely. His thighs were rock-hard beneath you, tensing instantly as your core pressed down against his lap.
"Look at me," you whispered, reaching out to cup his jaw. Your thumb brushed against his plump lips, which were slightly reddened and swollen from the spicy noodles he’d eaten.
"I can't...love, I'm gonna die, I'm literally at the boss," he pleaded, his head tilting frantically to the left to try and see past your head.
"Let it die," you said, pulling the wrapper off the strawberry lollipop with a sharp crinkle.
You popped the heart-shaped candy into your mouth, swirling it around your tongue for a few seconds until your mouth was entirely coated in the sugary glaze. Then, you took it out, holding the little plastic stick between your fingers, propping the candy right against Jimin’s lips. The words KISS ME were glossy and wet, glowing under his pink neon lights.
"Eat it with me," you begged. You leaned closer, grinding your hips forward just a fraction of an inch—a slight nudge against his hardening length through the fabric of his sweatpants and your shorts.
Jimin inhaled sharply. His right hand completely abandoned the mouse. The sound of his character taking a fatal hit on screen echoed through the speakers, followed by a dramatic, digital GAME OVER. His high score was completely shattered, wiped out in a single second.
Jimin’s warm hand flew to the back of your waist, his fingers digging into your hip to pull you against him. His other hand snatched the plastic stick of the lollipop from your fingers, tossing it onto the desk where it landed with a soft click against his keyboard.
He didn't need the candy. He wanted the flavor directly from the source.
Jimin leaned forward, slamming his mouth against yours. He kissed you like he was starving, his plump lips sliding against yours, sealing the gap completely so that every drop of strawberry spit was shared between you. You whimpered, your hands flying to his hair, your fingers burying deep into those soft, bleached-blonde roots, holding him close as your head tilted back.
"So needy," Jimin breathed against your mouth, breaking the kiss. "You couldn't even give me five minutes, hm? Look at what you did to my game, doll."
"I needed you," you pouted, and rubbed your nose against his, your breathing just as wrecked as his.
Jimin’s eyes softened, as he looked down at your flushed face. "I know, love. I'm sorry. You're so cute, you know that? Coming over here and demanding what’s yours."
The praise sent a delicious shiver straight down your pussy. You whined, shifting your weight on his lap again, your crotch sliding right over the huge length of him.
"Ah—don't move like that unless you want these clothes off right now," he warned.
"Maybe I do," you whispered defiantly, though you trembled against him.
Jimin let out a breathless, husky laugh. He reached over to the desk, his fingers blindly searching until they found the heart-shaped lollipop. He picked it up, slipping it into his own mouth for a few seconds, his cheeks hollowing out as he sucked the strawberry candy, coating his lips and tongue in another layer of sugar.
When he pulled it out, his lips were slick, glistening under the pink LED lights.
"Open up, love," he commanded softly.
You parted your lips automatically, and Jimin gently slid the heart-shaped candy into your mouth, letting you taste the warmth of his mouth attached to the sugar. But before you could even settle it on your tongue, he leaned in and kissed you again, his tongue pushing past the candy to tangle with yours once more.
It was clumsy, chaotic, and incredibly wet. The hard edges of the heart-shaped lollipop pressed between your tongues, melting down from the heat of the friction as Jimin devoured your mouth. He used his tongue to slide the candy to the side of your cheek, freeing up the center of your mouth so he could suck your tongue deep into his throat.
"Mm, you taste so sweet," Jimin whispered against your skin as he dragged his mouth down from your lips, burying his face into the side of your neck. "So fucking sweet, love."
You gripped the shoulders of his black hoodie, your nails digging into the thick fabric as he left a trail of wet, sucking kisses up to your jawline. The silver chain around his neck pressed cold against your collarbone, a sharp, grounding contrast to the absolute fire consuming the rest of your body.
"Jimin-ah... please.".
He pulled back, his blonde hair falling messy over his eyes as he looked up at you. He looked completely wrecked by you, his cheeks flushed pink, his lips dark red and slick with spit and gloss.
"Please what, sweetheart?" he murmured, his fingers sliding under the waistband of your cotton shorts, his knuckles brushing against the sensitive skin of your hip bone. "Tell me exactly what you need."
"You. Inside the bed. Now," you breathed, your voice breaking slightly.
Jimin’s eyes darkened further, a satisfied, wicked smirk stretching across his plump lips. He reached up, took the half-melted lollipop from your mouth one last time, and tossed it carelessly into the empty ramen bowl on the desk. He didn't need it anymore.
"Good girl," he praised, making your core twitch with a desperate ache. He gripped your thighs tightly lifting your weight with him as he stood up straight from the gaming chair.
You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, burying your face into his neck as he carried you the short distance to the bed, completely abandoning the glowing computer screen and the ruined high score behind him.
The game was over, but Jimin had already won everything he wanted.
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⊹⊹ i saw some pics on pinterest earlier and absolutely couldn't go past them... a gamer jimin au is always just so delicious to me. hope you guys love this quick sweet break 💋❣️
🔞 GEUM SEONGJE - You Felt Convenient. 🔞 (REMASTERED.)
⤷ 18+ ONLY — MINORS DNI
Characters: All characters depicted are 18 years or older consenting adults.
Content Warnings: adult content / s*xual themes / consensual adult intimacy / toxic situationship / emotional dependency / disappearing for a month / reunion dynamic / longing / mutual attachment / s*xual tension / power imbalance in emotional needs / MILD angst / craving / push and pull dynamic / repeated cycle of breaking and returning / rough s*x / kissing / mild degrading / slightly mean seongje / eater seongje / p in v / fem! reader
Pairing: geum seongje x female reader
Word count: 6,3k
⤷ Summary:
You and Seongje have a love-hate relationship, one you can never quite define. Some days it feels like it could turn into something more. Other days, it feels like you exist in completely different worlds. Only ever crossing paths when you need a quick hit of comfort or closeness.
Then he disappears for a month. And when he comes back, it’s with the same selfish need in his eyes. The same pull you can never seem to resist. That you can't help but return. Giving into you worst craving and habit, once again.
⤷ AGAIN, MDNI 18+
A SHORT ONESHOT.
Pretty When You Cry - Lana Del Rey ♬⋆.˚
Your Girl - Lana Del Rey ♬⋆.˚
Despite being a busy, lively city, Seoul was strangely calm at night. The alleyway outside your apartment sat dark and silent, the only sounds coming from the rain trickling against the windows, distant humming of traffic somewhere far off, and the faint buzz of flickering street lamps. Otherwise, everything felt peaceful. Almost like the calm before a storm.
Like the kind of peace that settled quietly between the cracks before everything got turned upside down.
You laid sprawled across your couch, eyes barely open as you drifted in and out of sleep. The TV continued playing some old sitcom rerun you’d stopped paying attention to a long time ago, its quiet noise just blending into the apartment at this point.
You had hoped tonight would be a calm Friday evening like it always was, but work had completely drained you. A dull headache pulsed behind your eyes while your body tried its best to fight off the exhaustion weighing down on you.
You closed your eyes again, your breathing gradually slowing as sleep started pulling you under once more. The rain outside blended with the low noise of the TV, warm exhaustion settling heavier into your body.
Then your phone buzzed against the couch cushion beside you. The sound sliced straight through the silence. Interrupting the flow of your dozing. You frowned tiredly, blindly reaching for the phone before cracking an eye open. The brightness instantly burned against your vision.
“Fuck,” you muttered, squinting as you hurriedly lowered it.
A message waited on your screen.
'Open the door.'
Your stomach tightened immediately. You didn’t need to check the contact name. The shortness of the message alone told you exactly who it was. The firm tone was there. And that alone made you almost jump off the couch. Like your body recognized him before your mind could catch up. Like there was something pulling at you from the other side of the door.
Something risky, familiar, impossible to stay away from no matter how badly you wanted to.
For a second, you just stared at the words glowing against the screen while rain continued tapping softly against the windows.
Then with a tired sigh, you tossed the phone back onto the couch and sank deeper into the pillow, pulling the blanket closer around yourself. If you stayed still long enough, maybe he’d assume you were asleep and leave.
And the thought of him actually walking away left a dull, heavy ache settling deep in your chest, like something inside you was tightening and refusing to let go.
BUZZ.
The vibration felt louder this time.
You looked over slowly, already regretting it before even picking the phone back up.
'I know you saw this, baby.'
You let your head fall back against the couch.
Damn. That was going to be harder to ignore.
And it was, because you didn’t.
The moment you read the second message, all rational thought seemed to drain from your body. That stupid pull toward him took over completely, stronger than the headache weighing behind your eyes, stronger than the exhaustion begging you to stay curled up on the couch. You mute the TV.
Before you could even think twice about it, your bare feet were already hitting the cold floor.
You stood up too fast, blanket slipping off your body as you walked toward the door almost on instinct. Your stomach tightened the closer you got, anticipation twisting together with nervous excitement so intensely it made your chest feel tight. Like your body already knew exactly what was waiting for you on the other side of the door.
Your hand reached for the doorknob and slowly pulled the door open. The chain still hung loosely in place, only allowing it to crack open slightly.
And standing there in the dim hallway was him.
Na Baekjin’s dog.
Flowers in his hand. Your favorites, of course.
Like he hadn’t disappeared for a month and left everything hanging in silence. That was the worst part.
He always came back soft enough to make you forget he left in the first place.
And it worked. Every time.
Your stomach sank before you even moved.
Because the Union didn’t send people out on missions with flowers. That wasn’t procedure, that wasn’t accidental, and it definitely wasn’t casual. So this meant he wasn’t here by chance.
He was here on purpose. With intention.
And the fact that Seongje was standing there instead of wherever he was actually supposed to be could only mean one thing. He had stepped out of his usual role for this.
Seongje stood leaning against the wall beside your door, looking at you with that same calm, unreadable gaze that somehow still felt far too intimate. The scent of cigarettes clung heavily to his clothes. Rain had dampened parts of his dark hair, small droplets still sliding from the strands, and his orange jacket was zipped all the way up against the cold.
For a moment, neither of you said anything.
You just stared at each other through the small opening in the door, the silence between you feeling strange and heavy. Like some messed up reunion after weeks of no contact while he’d been off doing whatever thing he always disappeared into.
You don’t waste any time, immediately removing the chain and pulling the door open wider. And the second there’s enough space, he walks in like he already belongs there. Like the apartment had been missing him while he was gone. He quietly shuts the door behind him, the soft click echoing through the room.
“Took you long enough,” he says in that same calm, hushed tone that always sounded half sarcastic no matter what came out of his mouth. Extending the flowers out to you.
You stay still, "I don't want them."
And with a sigh, he places the bouquet onto a table nearby.
Your eyes immediately drop to his hands. Bruised knuckles. Split skin. Red and rough around the edges like the wounds were fresh. Like he’d been in another fight.
Like always.
Your chest tightens slightly at the sight and after a moment, you can’t stop yourself from asking, “Did you get in another fight?”
He doesn’t answer. Instead, his eyes settle on you, slowly dragging over your appearance like he’s studying how you’ve been during the weeks he disappeared. Not that he ever really needed to ask. Somehow, even when he wasn’t around, he always knew things anyway. He had his ways.
His gaze lingers over the oversized shirt hanging off your frame, the tired shadows beneath your eyes, your messy hair from laying around half asleep on the couch, your bare legs against the dim glow of the TV light.
“Are you gonna answer me?” you ask again, your voice finally cutting through the silence in the apartment.
His eyes lift back to yours.
“Don’t do that,” he says flatly. “Don't concern yourself with me."
You raise your eyebrows at that, a scoff slipping past your lips that almost sounds like a bitter laugh. Throwing your hands up in fake surrender, you let them fall back around yourself instead, arms crossing tightly over your chest.
“Right,” you mutter. “I forgot. We don’t do emotions.”
He slips his jacket off and throws it onto a nearby chair.
“Why are you here then?” you ask.
He steps closer, slow and controlled, each step deliberate until there’s barely any space left between you. His hand finds your hip, fingers settling there with a quiet firmness that makes your breath catch. He looks down at you through slightly damp hair, pushing it back from his face as he studies you.
“I think you know why,” he says simply.
“You’re such an asshole,” you mutter, your expression tightening in annoyance, like you’re seconds away from pushing him away and telling him to leave.
But you don’t move.
You stay exactly where you are, planted in place, not stepping back, not stopping him, not pushing his hand away either.
“You want me gone, just say it,” he says, his hand lifting to tuck your hair behind your ear. “I’ll leave.”
But there’s no real distance in his voice when he says it. No urgency to actually go. Because he knew you wouldn’t let him.
You know he only said it so the choice sits entirely with you. So if he stays, it’s because you let him. No one else made you. You made that choice.
“I hate you,” you mutter, though it doesn’t land with any real weight. Only partially.
Your hand moves before you really think about it, slipping under the edge of his shirt just enough to feel the warmth there, like you’re trying to ground yourself in something real.
Fingers slowly running against the muscles of his stomach as they tense beneath your touch. The slightest contact from you is electrifying to him, in a way that feels almost addictive.
“I know,” he says breathlessly before his lips find yours in a hungry kiss. And in it you feel how badly Seongje has been craving you, the way he has been missing you in his own fractured way, still too damaged to give you the part of him you keep reaching for, the part you’ve been dying to have. This is what he knows how to offer.
His hands find your waist as he lifts you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist like you belong there, like your body remembers him before your mind can catch up. Your lips stay locked in a rough, breathless kiss, all heat and urgency, neither of you willing to break away.
He carries you to the couch and lays you down, following you lower until his body hovers over yours. The kiss breaks just long enough for you to feel his warm exhale against your wet mouth as he slips his glasses off and tosses them carelessly onto the coffee table, like they don’t matter anymore. And without them, the kiss deepens further, slower this time, heavier, finally letting himself sink into it.
“Off,” he simply says, tugging at your shirt with a desperation that makes his hands feel almost unsteady, shaking a little in need. And you comply, taking your shirt of. Your body remaining as vulnerable on the outside as you were on the inside.
He takes a moment to let his eyes move over you, taking you in under the soft moonlight spilling through the window, the kind of quiet that makes everything feel almost too intimate. For a second, if this weren’t what you are, it could almost pass for something domestic, something loving and ordinary, like you’d both somehow ended up in a version of life that made sense.
“Lace?” A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he slips right back into himself, distant and detached, like he never left that version behind for a second. “You know this is unnecessary, right?” he says, his tone teasing, unappreciative as always, as if closeness is something he can’t quite let himself believe in for long. Or else it’ll feel too real.
“Thanks for that,” you say, your tone sharp with annoyance as you roll your eyes. It only earns another smirk from him. He doesn’t care whether his words land or sting.
“Anyone do a better job than me since last time?” he asks so casually, as if it’s just small talk. And you already know the answer. No. Because he’s the only one you’ve been with. But you still lie anyway, clinging to whatever pride you’ve got left.
“Yeah,” you reply. And he smirks.
“Yeah?” he echoes, clearly unconvinced, seeing straight through you. “You’re a terrible liar,” he says, tucking your hair behind your ear without breaking eye contact. Like he has all the time in the world.
“I know everything,” he adds softly. “And if there was another guy, he’d be in pieces already.”
His hand immediately reaches for your bra, fingers hooking under the strap before he tugs at it carelessly, letting it snap back against your skin. A pained gasp leaves you, earning nothing but an amused look from him. He runs his hands lower, fingers teasing at your sensitive peak through the fabric of the bra.
He lets out a rough, low groan, like his body doesn’t know how to want you quietly. Like someone admiring the pretty wrapper of a candy before ruining it between their teeth. And you feel it every time his fingers press deeper into your skin, holding onto you as if he couldn’t get close enough.
He dips his head, strands of his hair brushing against your face as his lips find your neck, tilting your head back slightly like you’re unknowingly in the way of him savoring the moment. He breathes you in slowly, the sweetness of your perfume blending with the lingering scent of cigarettes and musky cologne clinging to him. Two completely different worlds colliding for a moment.
“I’ve missed you,” you say, your mouth moving faster than your thoughts, the words slipping out before you can stop them.
His hand tightens around your waist in response, firm but distant, an automatic reaction without warmth. And it leaves that familiar ache sitting heavy in your chest. The kind that comes from reaching for something emotional and only ever getting physical closeness back, just enough to keep you there, never enough to feel held.
“Mm,” he hums against your skin, the sound low and distracted as soft open mouthed kisses scatter across your neck. “You smell good.”
Your hands find his hair, fingers absentmindedly playing with the black strands as his kisses slowly overwhelm every one of your senses.
Seongje felt like a bad habit you always swore you’d quit, the kind you promised yourself would be the last time before you were already falling right back into it the second trouble came knocking again.
He reaches beneath you, fingers working at the clasp of your bra until it finally loosens, discarded beside your shirt somewhere on the floor. Panties being the only shred of mystery you had left.
His hands find your chest almost instantly, warm and familiar as he draws you closer while his kisses trail lower and lower. They linger there for a moment, soft and unhurried, his lips brushing against your chest with kind of a quiet appreciation.
His lips brush gently against your areola as he kisses around it. And the moment he takes your sensitive peak into his warm mouth, he pulls a soft gasp from you. The quiet hum that follows sends a shiver down your spine, warm and knowing, and you hate how easily he can read every reaction from you. Heat rushes through you almost instantly, leaving your thoughts scattered beneath his touch.
He moves onto the second one. Opening his mouth slightly, he lets saliva drip lazily from his lips on it, completely careless about the mess. Showing just as much love and attention to both.
Like he needed to adore your body fully. And that was what made it so hard to say no, because being with him felt like being worshipped. Like you were wanted completely, intensely, in a way that made it impossible to think straight. But only when it suited him. It felt like he could switch it on and off whenever he felt like it, leaving you chasing the version of him that only showed up sometimes.
“Seongje…” you breathe his name into the room, aimlessly. He only hums in response against your skin, the sound quiet and satisfied against your peak. His thumb traces slow, absentminded circles at your waist, steady like he has nowhere else to be but here with you.
He ends it with placing a kiss against both of your sensitive peaks. Like he’s bidding goodbye to one part of you before moving on to the next he’s already decided he’s gonna wreck, unhurried and certain.
His kisses trail down your stomach. All the way till his final kiss lands flush against the skin your uterus laid behind. His head settles between your thighs. Fingers hooking onto your panties, he pulls them down.
“Lift,” he simply says, and you comply immediately. Lifting your hips for him so he could strip you. This was a memorized routine for you both, something you fall into without thinking. “So eager,” he grins, clearly enjoying how easily he can pull obedience out of you. You only hum back. Impatient.
Laying eyes on your bare core, he lets out a needy groan. His body reacting.
He tilts his head to the side, placing a gentle kiss against your inner thigh.
You let yourself sink into it for a second too long, because of course he doesn’t let it stay soft. He bites down just enough to make you jolt and gasp.
“Shush,” he says casually, like your reaction is the point, already pulling back as if he didn’t just do it on purpose to get something out of you.
He hooks his arms around your thighs and pulls you closer. Spreading you further for himself instead of asking you to move. Not having the patience to wait.
“Stay still,” he murmurs from between your legs. “I’ve been craving this,” and he wasn’t lying. Seongje loved eating you out. Not necessarily only for your pleasure. But his own too. He got off on it. It turned him on. He could finish just from doing that if he did it long enough. He loved collecting your reactions to different things he did down there.
Treating your body like a playground. And this was his favorite ride.
And with that being said, he spreads your lips using his thumbs. Placing an open mouthed kiss directly against your sensitive bud. You inhale sharply in response and he smiles. He licks a slow line across your slit from bottom to top. A soft sigh escaped you.
“You’re fucking soaked,” he breaths. And you were. You were so wet it was almost impressive.
Your hips bucked forward in desperation, but he caught you instantly. Pressing you back down into place, his grip tightened. He dug his fingers deep into your hip bones, halting any further movement. "Ah, ah. This is for me.”
Wasting no time, Seongje latched his mouth onto your nerve bud, sucking it into his warm mouth. The sudden catch of your breath echoed softly in the quiet, dimly lit room. Along with the sounds of wet slurps, like someone was really enjoying a bowl of spaghetti. Your back kisses the couch beneath you goodbye as you arch it off in response.
“Mm,” he hums between each suck, each slurp, each lick. Savoring it slowly, unhurried, as if nothing else in the world matters as much as this moment right here.
Your hand absentmindedly searches for his in the middle of everything, reaching for a comfort you know better than to trust him with, knowing he’ll never give it freely once the moment passes. But Seongje, being Seongje, and always knowing exactly how to play you, gives in to the quiet intimacy anyway. His hand finds yours, fingers lacing through yours as he holds it there, stroking it gently like it means more than it probably does to him.
And even in this moment, with him between your legs, you feel that familiar ache in your chest. Because this was so far from what you guys were.
He takes a moment to shift your position, propping one of your feet on his shoulder and the other on his back. Giving him even easier access. Careful in a way that feels almost at odds with how distant he is in everything else. He turns to give your ankle a soft kiss.
Resuming his work.
He pulls back just enough to murmur under his breath, “I want you to cum on my face,” before going right back to it like it was the most casual thing in the world to say, as if nothing had even interrupted him at all.
You look down, only to be met with his half lidded gaze, like he’s barely holding himself together. He’s drunk on you and not even trying to hide it.
This guy was in deep for you in dangerous ways.
His tongue plunges inside you, his nose rubbing against your sensitive bud at the same time. And you could’ve sworn you heard him smack his lips once, like he was genuinely enjoying it. This was something he was relishing, not rushing through. Like he lived for this moment alone. Lived to serve.
Your whimpers fill the room, echoing off the walls. Suspended in the thick air.
Your fingers tangle in his hair and pull tighter than you mean to, earning a faint smile from him. He liked when you got overwhelmed enough to forget your own restraint. He loved feeling and seeing the aftermath of your need on his body. Whether it was marks from kisses, little aches from you getting messy, or a dull soreness from his hair being tugged too roughly.
Your thighs trap his head as they give a weak twitch. He pushes them back, knowing he was guiding your body closer to the edge.
“Cum, baby cum,” He murmurs under his breath, still focused, while everything around you starts to blur at the edges.
Your thoughts feel scattered, vision softening as you struggle to keep up with him, caught somewhere between reality and the intensity of the moment.
“All over my face, make it yours,” and that did it. His encouraging contradictions worked to push you over the edge.
Your back arches off the couch, thighs spasming around his head. Fingers tightening in his hair even more, like you’re trying to anchor yourself in the moment, to stay present through it instead of slipping away into it completely.
Erupting, you gush all over his face, and instead of pulling back, Seongje keeps his arms hooked on your thighs and pulls you even closer. The ‘drowning hazard’ being completely disregarded as he looks up at you, drinking your intoxicating pleasure. Nothing about this moment is enough to make him pause.
“Fuck, fuck,” you curse sharply between heavy uneven breaths. Collapsing onto the couch again, catching your breath as you come down from your high.
He sits up between your legs. Looking down, he smiles faintly, the lower half of his face wet under the dim light. There’s something almost casual about it. Like he had just finished eating the worlds juiciest watermelon. He thumbs your intensely reactive bundle of nerves.
Your sensitivity was already heightened, making you jolt back in response and let out a soft whine, your head moving slowly as you try to steady yourself in the moment.
“Fuck, look at the mess you made,” he gives a gentle smack against your core. Another whine, followed by a whimper. “My good little slut.”
Guiding your hand, he presses your palm tightly against the hard outline in his pants. As if to prove a point. “I’ve been hard all day,” he whispers, “feel it.”
And you do. He wasn’t lying. He was hard as a rock. And you could feel how badly he needed to take care of it by how easily you could feel the pulsating even through the material of his trousers. You unbutton his pants on your own and he smiles down at you.
“Mm, keep going,” he says encouraging. Followed by the sound of his zipper lowering. Helping you pull it down, his pants slip right off. Joining your clothes on the floor. And almost immediately your hand pulls down at his boxers.
Length springing free and slapping against his stomach then settling right between your legs. The head was leaking with moisture. And your finger darts out to swipe at it, earning a groan from him in response.
A needy look settles in your eyes, like you’re trying to communicate everything without saying a word, hoping he somehow just understands. He notices immediately, of course, and lets out an amused chuckle in response.
Those puppy eyes don’t work on him.
“You want it, baby?” he asks. And you nod. “I don’t know,” his hands run down your thighs gently.
“Would you rather tell me about the made up guy that fucks you better?” he asks, teasingly. And you cringe at the memory of what you’d lied about earlier, the embarrassment hitting you all over again as it comes rushing back at the worst possible moment.
“Just please do what you came here to do,” you look up, “please,” pleading.
“Say it,” he says, fisting his length in his hand. Pumping gently. He wanted to chip away at what little pride you had left, even though you both knew it was already hanging by a thread, more performance than truth. You knew exactly what he wanted you to admit to.
You hesitate, watching the way his hand moves in a steady rhythm, the motion pulling your attention in until your resolve starts to slip. It’s almost hypnotic in the way it draws you closer, your thoughts thinning out. He was putting on a show. On purpose. And then, with a quiet sigh, you finally give in and admit it. “You fuck me best, please…”
“Yeah?” he grins, like that was exactly the answer he was expecting.
You nod, watching as he lowers himself to press a brief kiss to your shoulder blade. “No one could do it better… you know that,” you admit, the words slipping out like a reluctant confession. Bitter on your tongue, but honest all the same.
“I knew that,” he says and you scoff quietly. “Turn over,” he suddenly pushes you onto your stomach.
“Ass up,” pulling your hips up, your ass resting flush against his hard shaft. The intimacy of your bare skin against each other drawing a shudder from you. He was genuinely rag dolling you around. Like you weighed nothing.
He pushes your head down into the couch, the side of your face pressed firmly into the soft fabric, holding you there just long enough that you settle into it yourself.
“Arch it,” and you immediately comply. Arching your back for him.
Looking back, you catch that rough expression on his face. The one he only gets when he’s completely taken in by whatever he’s looking at, like he can’t quite hide how much he likes it. A clear hunger in his eyes.
He gives your rear one slap. You wince and let out a soft sound. The print of his hand clear in the soft skin. Turning red. “You always fold,” he murmurs, watching you like he’s studying a habit he’s already memorized. “And you still think you’ve got room left for pride.”
And that stings, because it’s true in a way you can’t quite argue with. You’ve never been able to fight off your need for him, for his attention. Even if it only lasts for a night, even if it never turns into anything more than that.
“You’re not like this with anyone else,” he says simply. “So don’t start pretending you are.”
You feel the head of his shaft, damp against your entrance, pushing in. And your breath catches in your chest as you brace yourself to fully let him in, whatever version of him he’s willing to give you.
“This,” he taps lightly against your core from below, “is mine,” he slides halfway in and your body writhes beneath him automatically. Biting back a moan you push back against him. Wanting more of him to fill you. Like the more he fills you, the less rationally you have to think.
His hand settles above your ass, easing you onto his shaft and with one swift yet slow movement, he’s in. With no resistance or push back. A heavy groan leaves his lips. Matching your soft gasp.
“Fuck, your pussy feels perfect,” he breathes out, rocking into you in a slow, controlled rhythm, “my favorite one.” Which only makes you let out an annoyed sound in response, sharp and immediate, like you can’t help reacting even when you try not to.
He smirks, clearly satisfied that he got under your skin. “Jealous?”
“You’re not worth that,” you reply.
“Oh, I’m not?” His smirk only widens, enjoying this far too much, especially when the two of you slip into this rhythm, talking like you can’t stand each other, even when you’re both still here.
“Nope.”
“Mean,” he simply says. Catching you off guard with a sudden pull back before snapping right back in with a sharp, hard motion, making you lose your balance for a second.
“Fuck,” you exclaim sharply, gripping the couch pillow at the sudden thrust, throwing you off balance. It hits you all at once, overwhelming your senses and leaving you momentarily reeling from how intense you felt him.
He keeps that same steady rhythm, firm yet unhurried, refusing to break it even for a second. Pull out till the tip. Slam back in till he bottoms out. Repeatedly. Drawing reactions from you so intense it only makes him double his efforts. Doing you through your whines. The only sound heard.
Coupled with his low, repeated groans. Wet noises. And the sound of skin against skin with each stroke. “You’re perfect stress relief,” he breathes, his voice slightly shaky and breathless. His hands press gently against your back, guiding you deeper into the position until your spine arches further than you expected.
You only manage something back that comes out soft and barely audible, more breath than words. Too overwhelmed to form a proper sentence, your voice catching and cutting in and out as if your vocal cords can’t quite keep up with the movement, leaving only broken, staggered sounds between breaths.
“Mm, good girl, shut up,” he mutters, “shut up and take this dick.”
His hand reaches under, fingers tracing gently against your nerves. Meanwhile, he multitasks, strokes evidence of how he felt about you. Need, intoxication, yet no warmth.
“Tell me to stop,” he says, and for a second, all he does is wait, “and I will.”
Nothing. No resistance. No safe word. No hesitation. Not even an attempt to pull away. Only the continues satisfied hums.
Because no matter how messy the two of you were outside of this, you still wanted him here.
His mouth twitches into something smug at the realization. “Exactly.”
It isn’t long before your own hips start moving against his. Like your body has finally found its rhythm, moving in sync with his, as if it’s working with him now without hesitation, naturally following his pace.
Which only makes his smirk widen as he looks down, a faint glint in his eyes giving away how much he’s enjoying the view in front of him. His rough hand settles against the small of your back, keeping you in place as he guides the movement.
“That’s it,” he breaths, “fuck me back, baby,” he encourages you quietly, tilting his head back for a moment as his adams apple moves with a slow swallow, collecting himself before looking back down at your back profile with the same steady focus. “Use me like you need.”
The room is drowned out by the thick intimacy of your sounds blending together into something almost overwhelming, like a lullaby warped beyond recognition. Outside, the rain only grows heavier, tapping insistently against the window as if mirroring how the atmosphere between you two deepens the longer it goes on. Soft breaths mix and overlap, filling the space until there’s hardly any silence left between you.
The tip of his length keeps prying and probing at your cervix. You feel like he’s everywhere in you at once, the moment settling into your whole body. Your stomach, your heating core, your chest.
His hips stagger slightly as his focus slips for a moment, his balance tilting forward until his chest meets your back. You feel his breath brush close to your ear, warm and unsteady, sending a ripple of goosebumps across your skin. His hand finds your hair, gathering it and wrapping it tightly around. Only to pull your head back by it and trail wet kisses along your jawline.
Your lips meet in a hungry, messy, sloppy kiss. No patience in it, just everything you don’t say out loud coming out all at once. Like this is how you talk instead, when words won’t land right between you two. He pulls back as you both breathe into each others mouths. Lips wet. A thin string of saliva hanging between your bottom lips.
“Fucking perfect,” he murmurs against your lips.
His hand leaves your hair only to shove your head down into the couch instead, your cheek crushed into the cushions as he keeps you there. “You like when I ruin your peace, huh?” he says, hips driving into you relentlessly, fingers still against your scalp. It feels like each stroke pushes you deeper into the couch. Making you apart of it. And you’re loving it.
It shows on on you. The way your eyes drift to the back of your head. Your uneven sharp breaths. Your hips bucking backwards into him. The sweat glistening on your body. Your flushed face in complete bliss.
“Seongje…” his name slips out more like a plea than just a word, quiet and unsteady, carrying more than you meant it to. “Mm,” you whine as he ravishes your insides. Taking it perfectly for him.
“You’d rather let me destroy you than be alone for one night,” he exhales sharply, looking at your back arching further, under no command, just on its own. “Look at you. Still letting me do this.”
You let out a sound in protest, and he just smiles, already aware of what you’re doing. He can see right through the way you’re trying to look tough, trying not to show how much you actually need him there. Him deep inside you being your lifeline in this moment.
“You’re saying one thing and feeling another,” he snaps you hard against himself. “Shit, you feel so fucking good.” And that small bit of praise was what you lived off of, the kind that lingered longer than it should and stayed with you even after he stopped talking. He lands one slap against your rear.
“You can’t even form a sentence,” he says, voice tight, barely controlled. “Just sounds. That’s all you are right now.”
Another whine, and a pathetic barley audible, “deeper, please.”
He grins down at you. Pushed into the couch with your ass up high. And despite your already disheveled, completely overwhelmed state, you were still asking for more, like you couldn’t quite get enough of it no matter how far gone you already were.
“Whiny little whore,” and he delivers. Exactly what you needed. He adjusts your position again, roughly moving your knees further apart and pushing your back into a deeper, more supported arch. Keeping his hands on your back, he presses down firmly, holding you in place and locking you into the position so you can’t slip out of it. His length sinking even deeper inside. You let out a incoherent wet whimper.
Already soaking the couch with your overwhelmed cries.
“Good girl, cry for it,” he says.
You clench around him involuntarily and he exhales sharply, “Fuck, stop squeezing me like that, I’m gonna cum,” he says as if that’d be the worst thing ever. Like he didn’t wanna finish too early. Even though you’ve been at it for an hour now.
And despite that, his body betrays him. You feel him twitch inside you. And he groans, drawing a sharp inhale. His fingers digging into your hips as his breath lingers right behind your neck. He moves back. Suddenly pulling out, leaving you completely empty and clenching around nothing.
You don’t even turn around, just collapsing straight into the couch, your body already weak and sore, your breaths uneven and heavy as you try to collect your thoughts that were quite literally fucked out of your head.
His head tilts back again, eyes slipping shut for a moment like his body’s reacting faster than he can control, overwhelmed in a way he doesn’t bother to hide. His hand pumps his hardened twitching shaft a few times and you feel the evidence of his undoing trickle down your back. Thick and warm. Coming out in a soft, messy stream.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans, mouth slightly agape as each pump makes his head dizzier. He genuinely goes deaf and blind for a few seconds over the feeling, everything around him cutting out as he tries to process it before slowly coming back to himself.
And that was one of the reasons he was so addicted to you. Only with you did it get like this, his senses shutting off.
He drops down onto his heels behind you, face still flushed, breath finally slowing as the moment settles. You’re both still wrecked in the same way, just coming down from it together.
He leans in without thinking too much about it, placing slow kisses along your back first, then your shoulder, then higher. Unhurried. Intentional. Like he’s making sure you’re actually still here.
Turning you gently, you laid on your back looking up at him.
“That’s it,” he says quietly. “Breathe. You did good for me.”
His hand stays on you the whole time, steadying you, not rushing anything, just grounding you while your breathing evens out again.
“Pretty girl,” he adds after a pause, softer than usual, like it slips out before he can stop it.
He moves up, brushing a kiss to your cheek, then another closer to your mouth. Each one slower than the last, like he’s letting himself linger a second longer than he normally would. Then your lips meet properly, and it’s quiet in a way that makes everything else feel far away.
Your chest aches in that moment. Knowing this wasn’t a normal kiss. This was the type of kiss that indicated it was goodbye. Till he felt a craving for you again. Like always.
When he pulls back, his eyes stay on you, studying the aftermath on your face.
“Yeah,” he says finally, almost to himself. “This is why you get like this.”
His hand lingers a moment longer before he lets it go a little.
Tags: Power Imbalance, Strap on, Degradation, Praise, Pet Names, Clitoral Simulation, Hair Pulling, No Feelings, Reader is a toy to Maya, No Kissing, Just Sex, All Consensual
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You have been running around all day making sure every single task Maya placed in front of you was complete.
You picked up her dry cleaning, scheduled all of her appointments including nails, waxing, hair, and called her personal shopper to make sure she got all of this season’s hottest pieces.
You even dumped her last fuck buddy, and that took almost an hour out of your day when you had to make sure she didn’t have a heart attack over the phone.
Honestly, you can’t really blame the girl. Maya was incredible. I mean sure she can be an absolute tyrant and a total bitch, but she was so hot it almost didn’t matter.
It’s now 2pm and you finally have a break to go eat lunch when your phone buzzes in your hand. You look down to see Maya’s name and three messages come through in succession.
Oh, you are so fucked. You quickly swipe open your phone and the messages quickly reveal just how pissed she really is.
This is un-fucking-believable.
Get in here, now.
HURRY UP.
You don’t think you’ve ever run faster in your entire life than in that moment when you sprint to her office. She doesn’t miss a beat when you arrive.
“Matt is such a fucking moron. I swear it’s like he’s trying to make my fucking job harder.”
You feel the breath you were holding finally release just a bit because you realize this has nothing to do with you. But, if it has nothing to do with you, why did she call you in here?
“I mean I deadass do all this fucking work trying to make sure Griffin is happy and doesn’t toss Matt’s ass out. I’m making sure this fuck ass labubu movie doesn’t tank miserably, which honestly at this point it should. All of that and the only thing Matt fucking cares about is whether he’s gonna get oscar buzz for a movie about a plastic fucking demon doll!” She rants and her voice gets rougher the longer she goes on.
Maya sweeps her arm roughly across her desk tossing everything to the floor. Heat begins to dip low between your thighs. God, she’s so hot when she’s mad. No! Focus! Why did she call you in here again?
She turns to you. Her gaze is hungry. Starved.
You’ve seen her stressed. You’ve seen her pissed. You’ve never seen her look at you like this, and it sends a chill down your spine.
“Here. Now.” She calls you over and your feet move almost of their own accord. You find yourself standing looking up at her eyes. They’re usually a delicious mix of green and blue, but now, all you see is darkness. All you see is heat.
“Maya, what do you need?” You look at her with uncertainty. You know all you want is for her to devour you whole, but she can’t possibly want that… can she?
“I’m going to be completely fucking honest here. I need calm down. The quickest way for me to do that right now is to fuck someone, and my options right now are you and the front desk girl downstairs. Now, I don’t really want to go down there and get her. Plus, she’s too needy anyway. So, if you say yes, that’s all it is. We fuck. The end.”
The way she says it sounds so nonchalant. It sounds like she’s debating between items on a menu. “So, what’s your choice?”
“M-my choice? Maya, are you serious?”
“You know what? I don’t have time for this. You go get the front desk girl for me then. If she gets all clingy, you’re dealing with her.” The irritation in her tone bites, but her words hit you quickly.
“No, no, wait! I want to!” Your words spill out of you before you can even process what you’re saying.
She slowly snakes her way around your body and her warm breath hits your ear as she gets close behind you, not touching you just yet. “Are you sure? You don’t look sure.”
“I’m sure.” Now you sound like you’re the most confident you’ve ever been about anything in your entire life.
She looks you up and down as she circles back to face you. That hint of irritation lingers, though it’s slowly fading when she begins to speak.
“Alright then, rules first.” She pushes her glasses up to the top of her head, moving her long tresses out of her face. She purses her lips and you can see the hollows of her cheeks. She looks even more delicious than she usually does.
“This isn’t a relationship and it’s not going to be. I don’t do that mushy lovey dovey bullshit. I have needs, and you can satisfy them. It’s strictly an agreement between two people who can both get what they want.”
The confusion is written all over your face and of course she sees, but how could she know what you want? You’ve been so careful to make sure you don’t show too much emotion and let her know you want her. You’ve been professional and–
Her words slice right through your train of thought.
“Don’t think I didn’t notice you drooling over me every time I walked into the room, sweetheart. I’m more perceptive than you think. That’s why I make this studio so much fucking money. I know how to read people. I know what they want, sometimes even before they do. And you? You want me.”
You’re too stunned to speak so all you can do is nod your head meeting her gaze with parted lips. You feel her grip your chin before she swipes her thumb across your lower lip.
“Hm, soft…” Maya says almost like she meant to think it and not say it out loud.
“So, are you in or are you out?” she asks as if this decision doesn’t change everything.
She steps closer until she’s pressed right against your front before she leans her face in close. Her breath hits your lips. “And don’t forget what I said. This is strictly business.”
“Yes, I’m in. I want to.”
“Now listen, sweetheart. If you ever want to stop, all you have to do is say so. Okay? What do you say if you want me to stop?”
“I-I don’t know… uhm..” You hesitate. This is all going so unbelievably fast it’s almost hard to think straight.
“Listen, I’m not your mommy and I’m not gonna hold your fucking hand through all of this. If you’re nervous and you’re not sure then just say so now.” Her irritation is still boiling just below the surface.
Your mind goes blank and all you can think of is Matt Remick saying “the silver screen” fifteen times this morning.
“Silver.”
“You say silver and everything stops. Understand?”
“I understand.”
“Good. Now, put your hands on the desk, and don’t look up.”
Your hands find the cold hard desk to brace you for whatever she’ll do next. You hear snaps and clips, and your curiosity gets the best of you. You look up and what you see practically causes your knees to buckle under you.
That harness she was wearing over her top? It’s functional. It’s now clipped to a harness she’s slipped over her now bare thighs.
The smirk on her face says it all. Maya walks around the desk and stands behind you. She presses herself flush against you, and the hard length of her cock rubs against your ass causing your breath to catch.
Before you can say another word, she grips the waistband of your pants and yanks them down. Hard.
“Fuck me…” She sighs before gripping your ass, eliciting a gasp from you. You can almost feel her eyes trailing down your body like a physical caress.
“Oh fuck, baby. Your ass is perfect. You should really stop hiding it under those baggy ass dress pants.”
She slides her thumbs into the waistband of your underwear and drags them down just enough to see all of you. Maya presses the sharp tip of her perfectly manicured nail into your back forcing you further down over her desk.
“You’re already so wet for me and I haven’t even touched you yet, pathetic.” You can already see her degrading smirk in your mind. It’s the one you’ve seen time and time again, only now it’s different. It makes the heat between your thighs almost unbearable.
The desperation builds in your chest. You’re filled with the need to be taken by her… to be used by her.
“Maya, please.” Your cheeks grow hot just hearing how needy you sound.
“Shhh…” She mockingly coos as she slides the tip of her strap along your wet folds causing you to gasp softly and making your knees buckle under you. You quickly bring your hand to your mouth to quiet yourself before she reaches around, grabs your hand, and slams it down on the desk beneath hers.
“Did I say you could move?” She grits out.
“Maya, someone is going to hear me!” You try to whisper, but the feel of her sliding her tip once again through your slick makes it hard to keep your voice down.
“I’ve had so many meltdowns in here that the studio paid to soundproof my office. Now, no covering your mouth. I want to hear you keep making those pretty sounds for me, doll.” Her voice grows husky.
That’s when you feel her slide the tip of her length into you. It glides in with an almost embarrassing ease from how wet you are for her. With no warning she thrusts in deeper, pulling a moan from deep in your chest.
“Yes, fuck. Keep moaning for me, angel, just like that.” She practically moans herself.
She grabs your hips and slowly starts thrusting in and out of you. Her nails dig into your skin as she fucks into you harder and harder with each punishing thrust. Pain mixing with pleasure.
You can’t help the needy whine that comes from you as she bucks her hips against your ass. It’s everything you’ve been wanting. You turn your head to look at her, but she grabs your hair and forces your head back.
“Ah! Maya.” Your moan mixing with the sting of her grip.
“Eyes up, sweetheart.” She continues holding your head back before letting go and grabbing both of your hips.
“Maya! Oh… fuck –,” you moan as she starts to thrust harder and faster. You clench around her as she pushes into you.
“Fuck, you take me so well, doll,” she sighs breathlessly.
She fills you completely. Her grip on your hips is like a vice. She thrusts into you like you personally fucked up her day.
If you knew this is what she needed to relieve her stress, you would’ve pissed her off purposely more often. She lets all of her frustration out into you, and you let her. She needs you right now just as much as you need her.
She reaches around and starts to circle your clit while she thrusts into you. The sensations cause your legs to tremble. It’s too much, but also everything you need. It’s pushing you closer and closer to the brink.
“M-Maya… fuck! I’m so close!” You whine desperate for her to give you what you need.
Her nails dig into your hip as she steadies herself with one hand and thrusts into you mercilessly while swirling tight circles on your clit.
“Come for me. Come on.” she growls. It’s not a plea. It’s a command. Her fingers speed up as she thrusts into you feverishly, like her only goal is to break you.
And she does.
Your orgasm rips through you, sending waves of pleasure through your body as you tremble beneath her. She coaxes you through every aftershock savoring the way she thoroughly ruined you, until she slowly pulls out of you.
Your slick drips down between your thighs, ruining the underwear she only pulled halfway down your thighs.
“Good fucking girl, doll.” She breathes out into your ear.
You feel so empty but so full all at once. You know for you this can’t be a one time thing. When you turn to look at her, you know it’s not for her either.
The way she looks at you now? It’s a look you’d give anything to see over and over.
“Shit. You’re definitely better than the front desk girl.” She smirks as she eyes you like she looks at her million dollar contracts. You can see it in how her eyes rake over you. You’re something she wants more of.
Not a serious fic but deffinately smut with some plot with mall worker au choso hope u enjoy💗💗💗
You arrived at the mall rushing to hot topic to gawk at your mall crush. Something u had done so often it had became a routine each time u went to the mall for whatever reason. Choso kamo, the cashier, u caught a glimps of his name tag the last time u came by.
But today was different, u had been standing around pretending to be looking at t-shirts for almost half an hour, he wasn't there. U knew this was his usual shift hours..so maybe he wasn't at work today-bummer..
Upset and hungry u and ur friend made ur way to Nandos since u had been craving peri-peri chicken for weeks. At the table u started to gush about ur crush to ur friend. Poor girl, she had to listen while u struggled to shake the bottle of sause while going on and on talking about what u would do if u were with choso, even using the bottle as an example. U shook the bottle fast up and down vigorously while saying "imma jerk his dih like this" and all off a sudden the sause splurted out everywhere. On you,your friend,and the waiter who was handing u the chips u ordered..in embarassment u apologized profusely to both ur friend and this waiter..when suddenly he lifted his head. It was non other than choso kamo himself. Yourw choso kamo. U freaked out. Did he hear what u had just said before?? He couldn't have.. could he?
Ur panicked mind was silenced by his calm voice "it's alright.." u stoped and stared at him, how could someonw be this insanely hot, the sight of him alone has ur cunt dripping even in this embarrassing situation. U watched closely,pervertedly while he wipes the sause off of him and unexpectedly handing u a tissue. U rubbed the tissue into the stubborn stain that just wouldn't come off. He spoke up "its easier if its damp"..."what?"..."the stain..u should use a damp tissue"..."right."...."there's a washroom in the back nearest one" Unexpectedly the nice man offered to take u there himself talk about customer service..
He took u into the employees bathroom wetting the tissue paper while rubbing it into ur skirt.
"Why are you doing this?" U asked
"Ur dress seems expensive I don't want to get fired again.."
"But it wasn't your fault?"
"Boss would find a way to blame me"
"Oh..uhm..still u don't have to.."
"Were already here" he says as he rubs the stain off ur skirt
Another moment of agonizing silent passes by
He speaks up "I've seen u before"
"U have? Where?"
"Back at my old job u came by a lot never bought anything I assumed u were a shoplifter."
"Oh.."
"Were you?"
"No.."
"Then? Ur always acting guilty"
"To be honest I was looking at you"
"At me, why?"
"Ur totally my type"
"Oh..I don't know how to feel about that.."
"U have a girlfriend or something?"
"What? No..like never"
"Ohh ur gay"
"Huh no"
"Then?"
"I guess I've just never been with anyone- but I think ur pretty too-"
At that very moment the stain was already forgotten. You had completely forgotten where u were, consumed by the lust u feel towards this man u could feel ur ovaries erupting u lunged at him kissing him like a shameless whore.
U couldn't think straight so high from all the peri-peri chicken u just ate ur mind clouded letting ur body do what it wants like an animal in heat.
U came to ur sensess and felt unbeliveably ashamed of ur actions. U pulled away staring at his handsomely crimson blushed face. It wasn't fair how good he looked at this moment,and just as u were about to apologise he cuts you off, "could u do that again"..."what?" U asked confused. He only replied with one word. His face flushed red "...again" u stared into his intense gaze for a moment before he initiates the second kiss. It was messier this time like he had no clue what he was doing. He pulls away apologizing "I've never done these things before but I want to try". That made u blush, how far was this going to go? "I want to do more,can u help?" He asks. U had to pinch urself hard, everything that was happening right now was something straight out of ur wet dream. He stumbles back, the atmosphere growing tense. "When does uur shift end?" U asked.
Everything that happened in between was a blur u had waited for his shift to end for hours just mindlessly walking around the mall. Ur friend long gone at this point. And now here u both were back at Nandos in the supply room that he was in charge of locking up after his shift, making out slower this time. U guided him as he copied ur movements like a clueless student occasionally stopping to check on ur reaction, with each praise u gave him the harder he tries. As ur bodies were pressed together in this intense heat u suddenly felt a buldge poking into u. Was this really happening? Here? Before u could process what was happening he pulls away and apologized. U couldn't have that, not when uve been dreaming of this opportunity for so long. U grabbed him through his pants,and started to rub ur palm against his crotch. He was too stunned to say anything but u looked at him for a moment waiting for an approving nod because consent penting even though u were acting like a molester this whole time u aren't thaatt creepy. U continued rubbing his hardening length with ur palm as ur mind estimates the size of him..that thought alone was already turning u on. He let out small quiet moans as u applied more pressure. U decided to test ur luck, slowly unzipping his jeans. Now u can clearly see the print on his boxers, it made ur throat dry. U wanted him soo baadd. He looked at u embarrassed as ever before u got down to ur knees and slipped off his boxers letting his dih spring out. Ur mouth drooled at his size, estimated around 8inches biggest dih uve ever seen with a Jacob ladder piercing along his length. U stared up at his beet red face looking for a reaction before u latched ur mouth onto his tip. He lets out a whiny moan and the sound encouraged u to sink down lower on his dih. He was extremely vocal even though u were only pushing his length against ur cheek. He pushes ur shoulder back "st-stop its dirty" he whines. U looked up disappointed and pouted already missing the feeling of metal against ur inner cheek but agreed to stop and stood back up but his frame still towering over you. "Then are we just leaving it off here? Ur still hard.." u asked hoping he would let u continue. He stays silent yet his dick kept twitching honestly u wish he would just listen to his body. He suddenly speaks up "I don't know..I've never..what if I'm bad?" He says in a slow voice. Uve never been this frustrated in ur life ur panties were so damp and this utterly perfect man with an even perfect dick is in front of u saying some bullshit about 'what if I'm bad at it'. U couldn't wait any longer u pushed him against the cold metal shelf, grabbing his wrist and guiding them down to ur cunt under ur skirt he felt how damp ur panties were and before he could say anything u spoke up "u see how bad it is cho I need that dihhh" he froze up again before nodding . CONSENT! U asked again just to make sure and this time he gives u a verbal consent just like u were hoping for. U couldn't believe it u were gonna fuck Choso kamo.
U slowly discarded ur panties and guided his hand on ur heat letting his fingers feel the slick folds of ur juicy cunt. U guided him to where u wanted while ur other hand starts stroking his length. The small space was now filled with heavy breathing and sharp gasps. U let out a quiet moans the second his fingers found ur entrence and he began to slowly thrusts his two thick fingers into ur needy cunt while you continued ur strokes on his dih. Ur hands both moved in sync as u were visualizing it was his dih instead of his fingers inside you. Their movements speeds up and he lets out a pretty moan as he cums into ur fist and it falls all over the floor. U let go of his dih watching him cover his face in embarassment. u helped him cool off even tho ur cunt was still unsatisfied. "Can we do it again cho? I still havent-" u asked but ur words alone got his dick twitching back to life "yeah I guess we could" he answers so calmly as if he isn't growing rapidly between his legs. U could not contain the excitment on ur face. This is finally happening. DIH. U sat urself down on a nearby metal table ushering him to get closer. He obbeys and stood between ur spread open thighs and just as his fingers were about to reachur cunt u grabbed his wrist. "No with that" u pointed to his hard dick that was achingly close to ur cunt. He places his hands on the table beside ur thighs trapping u Infront of him. In the heat of the moment u nudged urself closer to his length and lets the tip meet ur wet entrance, u both moaned at the contact. Suddenly as if something had taken over the shy boy from earlier, he grabs ur ass hard and pushes it in in a single hard thrust. U moaned out loud as his full length enters you. Uve never felt this full. Without a word he starts thrusting deeply into you like a man posessed, u swore his eyes were glowing in the dark. U couldn't last 3minutes before already whining and moaning like a whore, he had to place one hand on ur mouth so that nobody hears you. U cunt twitches and clenches down on his huge shaft, feeling the metal against the walls of ur inner cunt, u yelped and bit down on his hand as u came hard around that dih.
After the moments passed they were breathless looking at each other awkwardly before they were interrupted by Levi Ackerman the malls janitor who just stood at the door emotionless. "Yare yare daze" Levi said in disgust. The end
Reader seeing Dana all dressed up for a charity gala- silky red dress, hair pulled up- and you just can’t get your hands off of her. Greedy hands reaching for her hips as she puts perfume on. She smiles at you in the mirror as you stick your nose against her neck, kissing her softly. “You keep that up and you’ll make me wanna stay home,” she teases, and you slide your hands over her tummy. “You should- no one will get the chance to take you away from me then,” she chuckles at your words and you pout- arms tightening around her. “It’s not funny.. you’re so gorgeous, honey, I need you in my sight at all times,” you reply. She turns in your arms and cups your face before speaking, “Baby, I promise you nothing- or no one- could take me away from you,” she pauses for a moment. “I have to go now, okay?,” she speaks softly as she looks you in the eyes. You nod and lean forward to kiss her red lips gently. “Have a good night,” you send her off. “I will, baby”. And she’s moving out the door of the bathroom and down the stairs.
