Summary: Anton is on a diet, and he desperately needs something in his mouth. You offer him your pussy.
Genre: smut, step brother Anton, big dick!Anton, squirting, enemies to lovers ish
Word count: 2k
Anton was sprawled out on a poolside lounger beside you. He was shirtless, his muscled chest slick with sun cream, wearing nothing but a pair of blue swim shorts.
Tinny rock music was blasting from his wired earphones.
You were lying on a lounger beside him, in your bikini, working on your tan.
It was the summer, and you were spending time at your family beach house, a recent purchase by your mother and her new husband, Anton’s dad.
You were happy to be here, with the sunshine sparkling on the dazzling blue pool. But with your new family came with one big, annoying problem.
Your stepbrother Anton.
Anton was a few years younger than you, but being a boy, he got the bigger bedroom. What was worse was your rooms were right next to each other, which meant that you could hear his tacky porn and violent video games all night long. You got used to the sound of skin slapping when he jerked his cock.
Annoyingly, he was hot in a 90s romcom way, and all your friends salivated over him. They would make excuses to come over, just to try and catch a glimpse of him walking back from the shower, sculpted muscles dripping wet, with only a towel wrapped around his hips.
Sometimes he’d walk back without the towel entirely, his cock swinging between his legs. Your friends loved that, and they’d practically forgotten about you.
Anton had this soft voice and shy boy act that melted even your mother. Every dinner you’d be forced to hear never ending praise about him. It drove you mad.
“Anton, can you turn that down?”
Anton pulled one earphone out and turned his head to you.
“I’m using these, dude,” he said, waggling one of the wires. “Blame your freaky hearing.”
“I’m trying to read.” You pointed at the hardback novel resting on your thighs.
Anton’s gaze followed your finger to your legs.
“You’ve been on the same page for the last twenty minutes. I wouldn’t call that reading, sis.”
You rolled your eyes.
“Why do you need to play the music so loud anyway? Didn’t think you even had thoughts to drown out.”
“If you must know,” he said, eyes shifting. “I’m trying to distract myself. I’m fucking hungry, but I have abs to maintain, so I can’t eat until tomorrow.”
You scoffed. “So you’re on a diet. What are you, a teenage girl?”
“Hey!” You watched his biceps squeeze as he pushed himself up to a sitting position. “Dieting is for everyone. You should try it sometime.” He smirked, looking you up and down. “Actually, don’t. You know I like my girls thick.”
You shook your head, secretly hoping your sunglasses hid your blushing cheeks.
Ever since you broke up with Wonbin, you hadn’t gotten laid. That was over six months ago. You were pretty sure your virginity had grown back at this point. It was getting into the danger zone - even your step-brother was turning you on.
Anton clutched his stomach and groaned.
“Fucking. Starving. I just need something in my mouth to distract me. Anything!”
“How about my pussy?” You muttered under your breath.
“What?”
You gasped. He wasn’t meant to hear that.
You looked over to Anton. He had taken off his sunglasses and was staring at you with wide eyes. His mouth was open in a smile.
“Are you serious? Damn, sis, didn’t know you were a freak.”
“I- wait, n-no- that’s not what I-“
“S- s- stutter much?” Anton threw his head back and laughed, abs shaking with the effort.
You felt a burst of annoyance. You grabbed a bottle of sun cream and chucked it at Anton. It bounced off the globe of his shoulder and burst onto the floor, splattering cream everywhere.
“It was a joke, Anton, jeez!”
You opened your book and tried to focus on the page. But all the words swirled into curvy lines.
“Guess you’re a coward,” Anton said. “Or just a liar then.”
You groaned. The truth was, as soon as you’d started to think about Anton’s mouth on your pussy, you had already started to get wet.
You squeezed your thighs together, desperate for some friction. What was the worst that could happen?
“Okay, but this is just a one-time thing, got it?”
Anton’s mouth opened in what looked like genuine surprise. “Oh shit, you’re serious.”
The air was suddenly stifling.
You looked over to the house, squinting through the window and praying that no one else was around.
“Quick, get over here before I change my mind.”
Anton hopped off his lounger and perched on the end of yours. You took a moment to admire his toned body, which had browned deliciously in the Californian sun.
You held Anton’s gaze as you shimmied out of your bikini bottoms. You tossed the green stringy thing off to the side.
Slowly, you parted your thighs. You felt a light breeze caress the inner curves of your pussy.
Anton took a long look between your legs. His lips twitched, as if he was trying not to react.
He shuffled closer, so that he was lying on his front between your legs. His broad shoulders rested against the swell of your thighs.
He licked his lips, staring silently at your pussy. He was so close that you could feel his breath tickling your clit.
You pushed yourself up onto your elbows to watch him. You could feel yourself growing wetter with each second.
“Well, are you just going to look at it?”
Anton tutted. “Let me do my thing, woman.”
Anton reached his hand out. He skated his fingers up your inner thigh, making you squirm at the ticklish feeling.
Then, he brushed his fingers through the soft curls of hair around your pussy.
“Don’t girls usually shave this?” he said, his voice catching in his throat.
Anton tugged sharply on one curl, making you jolt with pain.
“Have you ever seen a real pussy, Anton? Anime girls don’t count.”
Annoyance flashed across Anton’s face. He squinted his eyes.
And then he dove in.
Anton’s mouth on your pussy came as a surprise, and your whole body jerked at the feeling. He kissed your clit with his open mouth, his lips making a lewd ‘mwah’ sound.
“That feels so- wow,” you gasped.
Anton smirked as he licked up and down your pussy, focussing mainly on your clit, but dipping inside you now and then as well.
You were surprised that Anton was so good at this. You’d almost forgotten what great oral felt like, especially because your ex Wonbin used to just jab his tongue around for ten seconds and then complain that his jaw ached too much to go on.
His large fingers pushed into the softness of your thighs, keeping your legs spread wide apart.
Anton’s tongue was soft and warm, and almost ticklish on your core. You were so turned on, you were afraid of dripping onto him and the sun lounger below.
Anton brought his hand to your pussy, and then pushed two fingers inside you. His fingers met no resistance as they glided into your soaking wet hole.
Two fingers quickly became three. You’d forgotten the delicious ache of being stretched out. Anton continued to lick your clit as he fingered you.
You clamped one hand over your mouth, desperate to hide your moans. You didn’t want to alert the neighbours.
Anton curled his fingers inside you, making you squirm.
“Who taught you that?” you gasped.
Your hips bucked off the bed, your back arching as you chased your pleasure. Anton threw one large arm over your stomach, pinning you in place.
“Stay still.” Anton looked up at you, mouth shining. “Can you imagine if my dad walked outside right now? Or your mom? They would have a fucking stroke.”
You groaned. “Can you not talk about your dad whilst your fingers are inside me?”
Anton just chuckled. The vibrations sent delightful sparks through your clit.
Anton pushed a fourth finger inside you. The dull ache roared into a burn. The feeling was right on the border of pain and pleasure, and it was mazing you dizzy.
You felt a gush of wetness down below, and you saw it wetting Anton’s palm.
You felt his thumb slide over the slick around your hole, which was already full with his fingers, and you could tell he was wondering if he could fit his whole hand inside you.
That thought, coupled with how hard he sucked on your clit, sent you tumbling over the edge.
“Anton, don’t stop, I’m going to-”
You felt an intense pressure in your core. Your orgasm splashed over you, so intense that your thighs started to shake. You dug your fingers into your palm, trying not to scream.
“Fuck!” Anton yelped.
When you looked down between your legs, you were surprised to see that Anton’s face was completely soaked with your juices.
Your mouth dropped open.
“Did you just squirt?” Anton said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Your cheeks warmed. “That’s… uh… never happened before.”
“Gross,” Anton said, scrunching up his face and laughing. He sat up, shaking out his dripping hair.
You pouted. “If it’s so gross, why are you hard right now?”
You both looked down at the sizeable bulge in his swim shorts. You swear you saw his dick twitch through the fabric.
“Are you gonna help me out?” Anton grabbed his dick through his shorts, fondling himself as he eyed your still dripping pussy.
You smirked. “I don’t think I have to. Looks like you’re gonna get there all by yourself.”
You watched as Anton slipped a hand under the waistband of his shorts. Almost as soon as he wrapped his hand around his cock, he came.
A dark patch bloomed on the fabric. He removed his sticky hand from inside his shorts, grimacing.
“I didn’t even have to touch you,” you said, giggling.
It was Anton’s turn to blush.
“I’m gonna get you back for that,” he said, wiping his hand on your calf and making you yelp.
You leapt off the sun lounger. Reaching around to your back, you pulled off your bikini top and flung it at Anton.
“Come and get me!”
You ran towards the crystal blue pool, basking in the warmth of the sun on your naked body.
Anton grinned, bracing himself for the chase. His hunger from earlier was forgotten, replaced by an entirely new hunger instead.
“Best. Summer. Ever.”
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Summary: Your sweet boyfriend Riku realises that you want to be treated rough in bed, so he comes up with a sexy plan...
Genre: smut, established AU, Riku is a little devil
Word count: 2k
The music from the living room speakers were so loud that the entire house was shaking. Sion really knew how to throw a party.
Riku pushed through the crowds of drunk people, searching for you. The beer in his veins was making his blood hot and his head spin.
He was fed up of hearing Sakuya’s stories about his “girlfriend in Japan” who was almost certainly made up. Truthfully, he just wanted to find you and go home.
He jogged up the stairs, calling your name. He heard voices coming from one of the bedrooms at the end of the hallway.
He pushed open the door a crack.
“I can trust you, right?”
Riku’s heart jumped. It was you.
“Don’t get me wrong. Riku’s a great boyfriend. He’s sweet, generous and so hot.”
Riku stood with his ear to the door, straining to hear your voice. He thought about going inside, but something he heard made him stop in his tracks.
“Why do I sense there’s a but coming?” He recognised the other voice as your mutual friend, Yushi.
“But… he’s just so… vanilla. I wish he’d be more rough with me. You know, throw me around a bit! I’ve tried to tell him that I can take more, but he treats me like some kind of porcelain doll.”
Your voice was hushed, but to Riku, you might as well have been screaming.
“All he wants to do is hold hands and look into my eyes when we fuck. Honestly, it’s boring. I don’t know if I can keep pretending to enjoy it anymore.”
Riku’s stomach lurched. He thought back to all those times you spent together under the duvet in his tiny apartment, his face between your thighs whilst the morning sun filtered in through the blinds. Were you bored then?
He staggered backwards, away from the door. He balled his hands up into fists and ran back downstairs.
In his rush to get away, he slammed body first into a stranger.
“Dude, are you crying?” The partygoer said, starting to laugh.
Riku pushed past him and ran out of the house. He rubbed his cheeks roughly, finding them wet. He pulled up his sleeve and hurriedly wiped his face.
Shivering on Sion’s front lawn, Riku made a promise to himself. He would give you exactly what you wanted.
—
“Riku, it’s me! I brought Chinese food!”
You let yourself into Riku’s apartment, balancing two heavy plastic takeaway bags on each arm. You kicked off your heels and headed for the kitchen.
There was no sign of Riku. Knowing him, he was probably asleep. You set the bags down on the kitchen countertop and started to unpack, humming to yourself as you did.
Suddenly, you felt a hand on your back.
Before you realised what was happening, you were being pushed down onto the countertop. Your cheek touched the cool marble.
“What the fuck?”
You turned your head to the side to look behind you. Riku was standing behind you, brows furrowed. His normally sweet and angelic face was twisted into something you didn’t recognise.
“Riku, what are you doing-?”
“Shut up,” Riku barked in a tone you’d never heard from him before.
You felt your panties grow wet at the sound.
One of his hands came around to your front. He slipped it under your shirt and cupped your breast. When his rough fingers skated over your nipple, you shuddered.
He pushed up your shirt and bra, so that your breasts were exposed. You lifted your head to look out of the window at the street outside.
“Baby,” you said, breathless. “What if the neighbours see us?”
Riku didn’t respond. Instead, he pinched your nipple between his fingers, making you hiss.
You could feel his erection pressing into your back when he pushed you flush against the counter. He let go of your breast and turned his attention back to your ass.
Riku’s hands skated up your bare thigh, and fingered the hem of your skirt. He reached underneath the skirt and hooked his fingers in your underwear.
“Right here?” you said, biting your lip.
He pulled your underwear all the way down your legs, to your ankles. You stepped out of them.
“Is this about what happened at the party last weekend? I didn’t mean for you to hear-”
You gasped. Riku lifted up your skirt, higher, higher, until it was bunched at your waist. The cool air caressed your bare pussy. You were suddenly aware of your nakedness.
“Mmm. That’s better,” Riku murmured, brushing his fingers over the hair above your pussy.
Warmth flooded your cheeks.
“Riku, please-”
His tight grip on your hips meant that you were trapped between him and the counter. You tried to grind back against him.
Suddenly, you felt a sharp slap on your ass.
You jerked forwards, gasping. Your hips bruised against the marble counter. There was a dull ache on your ass cheek, where Riku had hit you.
Riku was never like this. You felt a heat between your legs, and you were overcome with a desire to be touched.
“You’re such a… a bitch,” Riku said. “Look at you. Bent over the counter in the middle of the day. Think about Mrs Martinez across the road, what would she say if she saw you like this?”
You could hear your heart thudding in your ears.
You felt his hand brush lazily over your pussy lips, fingers collecting your wetness. He rubbed your clit in agonisingly slow circles.
“Damn,” he said, under his breath. “Do you always get this wet when you act like a whore?”
You blinked hard. You were not used to these kinds of words from your sweet boyfriend.
“Don’t tease,” you whispered. You pushed up onto your hands, but as soon as you did, Riku shoved you back down onto the counter.
“Stay still.”
You felt Riku push two fingers into your pussy, firm and steady. You groaned, feeling the familiar stretch of him inside you.
Your thighs were beginning to tremble.
“Shh,” he muttered, curling his fingers inside your pussy. “You wanted this.”
You squeezed your eyes shut, the marble cool against your burning cheek.
He pumped his fingers once, slow, and then again. Your entire body jerked.
“Think you can take more?”
Riku pushed a third finger into your pussy, and then a fourth. The stretch grew into a delicious, throbbing ache.
Your mouth fell open. You moaned, but no sound came out of your mouth.
You could feel your pussy clenching around him, trying to push him out.
Riku leant down, his lips at your ear. You tried to turn back to look at him, but his weight on top of you made it impossible.
And then he reached round with his other hand, his fingers circling your clit in vicious circles. He was relentless, the feel of him inside you, on top of you, on your clit. It was all too much.
“Riku!” You cried out, voice bouncing off the walls of the tiny kitchen.
“That’s it, baby,” he moaned, pumping his fingers in and out of you. “Now come for me, you little slut.”
Your orgasm hit you hard, ripping through your whole body until your legs shook. You felt a warm gush between your legs.
Riku groaned in surprise when he felt you squirt all over his hand.
He pulled himself off of you, slumping down onto the floor.
You were too shaky to stand. You slid down onto the floor next to Riku. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and buried your head in his chest.
You heard the comforting thud of his heart, and nuzzled your cheek against the soft cotton of his T shirt.
When you had regained your breath, you turned to look at him.
Riku’s dark cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were glistening. He looked exhausted.
“Baby,” you cooed. “That was… unbelievable.”
He shrugged, giving you a teary smile.
“You did all that for me? You really are the best boyfriend ever.”
Riku blew out his cheeks in a pout.
“I’m so sorry. I should have talked to you about our sex life, not Yushi. Can you forgive me?”
Riku looked at you. His chocolate eyes sparkled in the kitchen lights.
He smiled at you through his lashes.
“I guess I can forgive you.”
You leaned forwards and gave him a long, slow kiss.
Riku kissed you back, his soft lips melting against yours. He pulled you onto his lap, his mouth never leaving yours.
As you kissed messily, one of his hands dipped between your legs and brushed against your pussy.
You gasped, still sensitive. You had almost forgotten that your lower half was still completely bare.
You looked at Riku’s face. He was smirking at you. Pretty. Devilish.
Your heart swooped.
What had you gotten yourself into?
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Summary: When you walk in on your professor in the bathtub, things get hot and steamy.
Genre: smut, professor!Karina, mommy!Karina
Pairing: Karina x female reader
Word count: >1k
When you arrived at your professor Karina’s door, it felt like you were invading her privacy. But you had to do it. You knew something was wrong.
“Karina? Dr Yu?” you called.
You gave the door a push, and realised it was open. Why hadn't she locked her door?
You stepped inside, tracking mud on the plush cream carpet. You'd had meetings at her gorgeous house before, but it still felt like an invasion.
“Karina?” you called.
That was when you heard a faint reply from upstairs. You ran up, and pushed open the door to find the source of the noise - then froze.
It was her bathroom. Karina was having a bath.
Karina's mascara was smudged around her eyes, and long, dark strands of hair twisted over her shoulders. She was puffing on a cigarette. The tip of it was stained with her lipstick.
Thankfully, the foamy bath protected her naked body from your eyes. All you could see was one of her long legs, which was sticking out of the water, and her graceful foot with red painted toes.
“Oh god! I'm so sorry!” you stuttered, stepping back into the hallway. “You didn't answer the door.”
Karina’s voice was raw. “Well, don't hide in the hallway. Do I really look that horrific?”
You took an uneasy step inside. “No. You look good— you look fine.”
Karina smiled wryly, and fumbled with the box of cigarettes. “Want one?” Her hand closed over the box. “Sorry. You're practically a child, aren't you. Of course you don't smoke.”
You blushed. “I do, actually. I should quit. And I'm twenty two, not a child.”
She laughed a little too hard. “A wonderful answer.”
She struggled to light the cigarette with her wet fingers. You leaned in to help her, a jolt going down your spine as your fingers touched.
“Between us girls, your teacher is officially getting divorced,” she said with a rough laugh. “My… ex-husband was kind enough to serve me with the papers today.”
“I'm so sorry,” you said, lost for words.
“Well, as Tennyson said, ‘Tis better to have loved and lost…’”
“Than never to have loved at all,” you finished quietly.
“Bloody idiot Tennyson,” Karina said, crumpling her cigarette. “I'd be better off if I never loved that cheating bastard in the first place.”
You couldn't help but laugh with her. Karina hoisted herself up on her elbows, and her breasts popped above the water. You put down your cigarette, ears burning. It was hard to believe this conversation was really happening.
“That is why I am in this bath,” she said. “I may lose this house, but I will enjoy its massive bath first. With bubbles.”
Karina’s eyes fixed on you now. “Tennyson was in love with his best friend. I was too, in college. Her name was Mirana.”
Your heart began to race. How had you never realised that Karina could be into women? In all of your fantasies about her, she rejected you because she ‘just didn't go that way.’ How could you have been so blind?
Karina smiled like she could read your thoughts. “You like that, don't you?”
She stretched out one soapy hand. “Come here.” You leaned in stiffly, and she cupped your cheek.
“I know that you watch me,” she said, her thick-lashed eyes dark with interest. “And I watch you too. You’re the only one who cared enough to check on me. That's just like you, Y/n.”
Without any warning, Karina kissed you. Her lips were soft, but expert and calm in their gentle pressure. Shivers of water and fire ran up and down your spine. This was the kiss that had made it into your dreams more than once.
When she pulled back, her chest rose and fell with her breaths.
“The water’s still warm. Will you join me?” she asked, her voice serious now.
You expected to be scared, but you were more excited. Maybe this was what you'd come here for.
You nodded quickly and pulled your hoodie and jeans off. In just your T-shirt and underwear, you clambered into the bath.
You kneeled in the warm water, your legs between her soft bare thighs. You didn't know where you could touch her, so you just held onto the rim of the bath. Karina splashed water on you. She drenched your T-shirt naughtily and watched how it clung to your frame.
You leaned in closer, feeling the heat radiate off her face. She met your gaze with her perfectly black eyes.
Lightly, Karina ran her hands up and down your waist, squeezing your butt and gathering soap suds around your thighs. Her thumbs played with the hem of your T-shirt.
“God,” she said, low. “I haven’t felt a body like yours in years.”
She ran one hand between your thighs, and you shivered violently.
“I bet your pussy looks like something out of a magazine,” she said, running her fingers over your soaked and sticky underwear.
You laughed, to hide your nervousness. “No one gets their porn from magazines anymore.” You held her tight, burying your face on her shoulder. “And you’re the one who looks like a porn star.”
As soon as your lips touched her skin, your fear evaporated, replaced by a ravenous hunger. You licked along her graceful collarbones, squeezing her breasts in your fists. You nipped down the soft flesh of her stomach, then bit hard into the soft skin of her inner thigh.
You heard her breathing hard, mumbling encouragement in your ear. Her nails raked over your scalp.
The need to taste Karina’s pussy was unbearable. You shuffled backwards in the huge bathtub. Even through the soapy water, Karina looked perfect. The stretch marks on her thighs were the only sign she’d had a child. Peeking through her pussy hair, her pinkish brown lips could only be described as perfect.
You dove into the water, screwing your eyes shut and licking and sucking her puffy pussy. Her hair tickled your nose. Her bitter taste washed over your tongue like the greatest cigarette.
You knew you’d found her clit when she grabbed your hair, hard, the strong muscle of her thighs closing over your cheeks. You sucked for dear life, addicted to the muffled sounds of her curses.
You barely noticed you were getting lightheaded. You didn’t even care about the white stars bursting behind your eyelids. Only when your chest started to ache did you get up out of the water.
“Sorry,” you spluttered, spitting out water. “Forgot - to - breathe.”
Karina laughed, her face and chest splotched with red, her eyes shining. “You were wonderful.”
You puffed out your cheeks. “Give me a second to catch my breath. I can make you come.”
She pinched your cheek. “That’s alright, my eager girl. Just relax.”
She pushed you back on the tub, so your head rested against the porcelain. Then she leaned in, kissing you deeply, swirling her tongue over your lips to taste every drop of her essence. She let her weight rest on you a little, her breasts squeezing against yours.
You barely realised what she was doing when she pushed your knees up, spreading your legs, putting you completely at her mercy.
Then she started grinding her pussy against yours, rolling her hips in the perfect way.
Sparks of pleasure shot out from your core and ricocheted around your body. The ache of your weary legs, the pressure of her fingers on your knees, the thought that it was Karina’s pussy that was rubbing against yours right now - it was too much.
You gripped the edge of the tub just to steady yourself. Moans spilled from your lips, loud, desperate. The sound of water sloshing out of the tub was endless. You would have been embarrassed if you weren’t utterly drunk on her.
When your orgasm hit you, it was sudden. You shuddered as your whole body melted with pleasure.
Karina wasn’t done, though.
She grinded on you harder, slamming your hips against hers, her strong hands pulling you up to meet her.
The friction on your bruised and aching pussy was almost painful. You cried out, about to beg her to stop, when your second orgasm came without warning, making your toes curl.
Karina came along with you, pressing her mouth to your shoulder and breathing in harsh pants.
Gradually, she let go of your legs and you both tried to calm down. Karina stroked lazy circles on your hip while you tried to remember how to breathe.
Gradually, the light disappeared from the window and the water turned cold.
“Wow,” you breathed, not even bothering to hide your awe.
“How was that?” Karina said, threading her fingers through her wet hair. “I’m frightfully out of practice. Ten years of marriage and all.”
“Wow,” you repeated, sliding down so your face sank into the water.
“Hey!” Karina lifted you up with her arms, pulling you to her body. “Don’t go and drown now. How will we ever do this again?”
“Sorry. Body. Jelly.” you mumbled against her. “Too. Good.”
Karina laughed. “I guess I do have that effect on people.”
“Oh my god,” you said, suddenly sitting straight. “How did I forget? My essay for this week. It’s late!” You bit your finger. “Look, it’s all done, I just have to email it to you-”
Karina squeezed a finger to your lips. “Y/n. When will you stop being so adorable? Look, I missed class today, you missed the essay. Let’s call it even.” She stroked your hand thoughtfully. “Why don’t you give it me at my house this Friday night?”
A smile spread over your face. “Like… a date?”
“A date. With Riesling,” she said, smiling. “And my awful risotto. I might even wear makeup - or clothes.”
“Only makeup or clothes?” you teased. “Not both?”
“Of course,” Karina laughed. “Only one or the other.” She pressed your nose with one finger. “I’m afraid you’ll have to come to find out which one.”
It still felt weird to hear your professor make sex jokes - which was crazy, because you’d just had sex.
“That sounds great,” you said.
Could it be true that you would see Karina not once, but twice? Would you wake up tomorrow and find that this was all a dream?
But it had to be real, because Karina was sitting across from you now with a sad smile.
“Thank you, Y/n,” Karina said gravely. “I think I needed you tonight.”
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Squeeze was so so delightful to read 😭😭 dilf jeno 😵💫😵💫 and him not being able to last long was so hot 🫣 the way you wrote the tension and smut was so satisfying
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Summary: It's your first date with single dad Jeno. You're hoping to get lucky. Jeno's nervous, because he hasn't had sex in a while - but he's eager to please.
Genre: Smut, single dad (DILF)!Jeno
Word count: 2k
“Well… this is me.”
You and Jeno were standing outside your apartment building. Your breaths condensed in the cold night air.
Your fingers longed to touch him, to feel the firm muscle under his dark trench coat.
Jeno scratched the back of his head.
“I- uh… had a really nice time tonight.”
You smiled. You weren’t ready to let this night come to an end.
“Would you like to come inside?”
Jeno’s brows shot up.
Oh no. Had you gone too far? Your eagerness had scared off men in the past, but you thought Jeno was different.
You rushed to fill the silence.
“I know it’s only our first date, but we got on so well, and you really are so handsome. I thought that we could- never mind, forget I said anything.”
Jeno shook his head.
“No. It’s not that! I just-” Jeno let out a long sigh, his broad shoulders slumping. “I should have told you this before, but I uh… have a daughter.”
“Oh.”
Diapers. Snotty noses. Looking after someone other than yourself. These were not things you were used to.
Jeno’s lips stretched into an awkward smile.
“I should have told you earlier. I understand if you don’t want to-”
“I still want to.”
The truth was, after a long string of disappointing dates, Jeno was the first man in a while who actually made you feel excited.
You gestured for your door. “Shall we…”
Jeno shook his head. “I’ve got go home and dismiss the baby sitter.”
You sighed. “Oh, right. Silly me.”
“But… I only live a few streets down. Maybe you could come with me?”
His dark eyes crinkled into half moons. You swear you saw his cheeks flush.
You smiled. “Lead the way.”
—
Jeno’s bedroom was impeccably neat and organised. All of the bedding and decor was various shades of grey and black. The only thing that stood out was one bright pink strawberry plushie in the middle of the bed.
You absentmindedly squished the plushie as you waited for Jeno to pay the babysitter.
You felt like your heart was beating out of your chest, which was strange, because this wasn’t the first time you’d slept with someone on the first date.
You weren’t quite sure what you should do. Should you strip and wait for him naked, like they did in the movies? You decided that was too much, so you just sat there.
The door opened, and Jeno walked in.
“Thanks for waiting. Miyu took a while to settle down.”
The mattress dipped as he sat down beside you. His smell, clear and citrus, filled your senses.
“I take it this is hers?”
You held out the strawberry plushie.
Jeno chuckled and gently took it from your hands.
“You know… six year olds and their passions.”
He rolled the plushie into the corner of the room, and then turned back to face you.
You sucked in a breath.
The only light in the room came from an orange lamp on the nightstand. It cast a warm glow on Jeno’s face, and stretched his lashes into long shadows.
He was looking at you with deep, unreadable eyes. It made you feel naked despite you being fully clothed. He stayed absolutely still.
You touched his hand.
“Is everything alright?”
“Y/n. It’s been a long time since I… with someone… I mean I- I’m not-”
You leaned forwards and placed a gentle kiss on his lips, quietening him.
“Is this okay?”
Jeno didn’t answer. Instead, he placed a hand behind your head and pulled your mouth onto him. His lips were hesitant at first, but soon, he matched your pace, kissing you deeply. Every time his tongue brushed yours, you felt a sparkle in your core.
You kissed down his neck, running your tongue across his prominent collarbones. Jeno moaned.
“Take this off,” you said, tugging at his grey woollen jumper.
Jeno leant back slightly and pulled the jumper over his head.
When you got a look at his body, your mouth dropped open.
Jeno’s broad shoulders and long chest tapered into a deliciously narrow waist. His skin was impossibly smooth, and each ridge of muscle looked like it had been carved out of marble. You imagined what it would be like to kiss him all the way down.
“Oh my god, Jeno. Your body is insane. I had no idea you were hiding all of,” you gestured at his muscles, “that under there.”
A red, splotchy blush rose up Jeno’s neck.
“I guess I work out,” he said, peeking at you through his lashes.
You ran your fingers down the firm plane of his chest. When you brushed his nipple, a low sound escaped his throat. He grabbed your wrist on instinct, but didn't tell you to stop.
You grinned. “Understatement of the century.”
You reached forwards and wrapped your hands around Jeno, desperate to feel him. You pressed your body against his, your hands sliding down his warm back. His heart was rapid, thumping against your chest.
You were acutely aware that you were fully clothed and he was naked.
Jeno reached round to the back of your dress, his fingers fumbling with the zip. After a few tries, he managed to get the zip all the way down. You shrugged the dress off your shoulders and let it slide down your body.
Jeno’s eyes went wide when he saw you weren’t wearing a bra underneath.
“You’re so… hot,” he whispered, looking at your breasts.
He leant forwards and sucked one nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirled around your nipple. He cupped your other breast with his hand, kneading it gently.
You felt yourself grow wet.
Instinctively you reached your hand into his lap, squeezing the stiff bulge beneath his jeans.
Jeno gasped and pulled away from you.
“If you do that, I’m going to-” His black glassy eyes met yours. “It really has been so long since I even thought about sex. Having Miyu around means that all I think about is pick up and homework and when her next shots are due-”
You put a finger over his lips.
“Can you not talk about your daughter right now?”
Jeno nodded. “Right. Yes, you’re right. Sorry, did I ruin the moment?’
He let out a shaky breath. His fingers twitched, like he didn’t know what to do with them.
“You didn’t ruin anything. Why don’t you go and get a condom?”
“That I can do.”
Whilst Jeno left the room, you shimmied out of your panties, and lay down on the bed. You reached between your legs, and were not surprised to feel that you were soaking wet.
Jeno came back into the room, groaning when he saw you playing with yourself.
You pushed yourself up onto your elbows and watched whilst he undressed. Jeno pulled down his jeans, and then his boxers.
Your gaze ran up his muscled thighs and over his lean hips. His cock, wide and flushed, was stiffening under your gaze. You were dazed at the sight of him.
“I’m not sure that’s going to fit.” It was hard to keep the excitement out of your voice.
Jeno’s hand slipped down to his cock. He stroked himself, the veins in his forearms bulging with the effort.
You shuffled so that you were sitting on the edge of the bed. Jeno stood between your spread legs, brows furrowed in concentration.
His fingers were too shaky to rip open the foil of the condom wrapper, so you did it for him. You rolled the condom onto him, hearing him hiss when your hands came into contact with his cock.
“Fuck,” he cursed.
Jeno slid his cock across your wet lips, sliding over your clit and making you jolt. He rubbed himself up and down over you, gathering your wetness.
He jerked his hips forwards. You felt the tip of his cock, heavy and warm, squeeze against your pussy.
He pushed it in, just an inch.
You felt a pleasurable burn as his cock slowly entered you. He inched forwards, with a slow but constant force. The uncomfortable stretch slowly turned into a delicious friction.
“More,” you whispered.
Jeno pushed all the way into you with one long, slow thrust. You both let out a groan.
You looked at Jeno’s face. His eyes were squeezed shut, and his mouth hung half open.
Jeno began to thrust properly, his sharp hips slapping against yours at a rapid pace. One of his large hands came down to caress the curve of your ass as he fucked into you.
Each thrust knocked the air out of your lungs. You had never felt so full.
“I won’t last long,” Jeno said, his head dipping down to your neck. He kissed your sensitive skin.
You reached your hand between your legs and started to rub tight circles around your clit, desperate to reach your climax at the same time as him.
Jeno’s thrusts turned sloppy.
“Y/n, I’m going to-”
He pushed himself in, deep, deeper than he’d been before, and then stilled. He let out a long, low groan, and slumped onto you.
The weight of him on top of you surprised you. You were completely trapped between his muscled body and the bed, his cock still buried to the brim in your pussy.
You squeezed his arm.
“Jeno- too heavy!”
He rolled to the side, groaning as he pulled himself out of you. He quickly removed the condom and lay down beside you.
“Did you finish?” His dark eyes watched you curiously.
You smiled. “Almost.”
Jeno’s gaze followed your fingers as they skirted down your stomach and hips, and dipped down to your pussy.
You felt a flood of wetness as you rubbed yourself. Goosebumps rippled over your body. It was so hot to be watched.
Jeno was watching you intently, like he was memorising your every move. You let your eyes fall shut as your instincts took over.
You pushed two fingers deep into your pussy. The second you did, your orgasm washed over you. It was so strong that you started to shake.
You opened your eyes , sighing. You looked down to see that Jeno was growing hard again.
“You’re so amazing,” he said.
You felt your cheeks warm, suddenly shy.
“So… wanna go on a second date?”
Jeno laughed. He grasped you by your waist and pulled you on top of him.
“Fuck yes.”
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Summary: It's Sion's birthday party, and you pull him aside to give him his present. But he's more interested in your body...
Genre: Established AU, Smut
Word count: <2k
A/N: Happy birthday Sion!! 🌷
The music was thumping, people were dancing and you were on your third pina colada of the night. It was safe to say you were feeling the party spirit.
Sion caught your eye and smiled. He was standing across the room, talking to some friends. He was wearing a garish sparkly banner that read ‘birthday boy’, which was a sharp contrast to his black leather jacket and intricately styled red hair.
This surprise party was all your handiwork - it took weeks of planning to get his family and friends to come all the way up from Mokpo. But it was his first birthday with you as his girlfriend, so you wanted to make an effort.
You felt Sion’s eyes on you as you walked out of the living room. Just before you ducked through the door to the utility room, you crooked two fingers and beckoned your boyfriend to join you.
Seconds later, Sion burst through the door and pushed himself into the room. The utility room was so small it was basically a closet, and Sion’s body filled the space. You could feel the warmth radiating from his body.
“I just needed some time alone with the birthday boy.”
You patted the lapel of his leather jacket, admiring the feel of the firm muscle underneath.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
Sion bit his lip, his dark eyes twinkling. He leant down and captured your lips in a rough open-mouthed kiss. His eager hands found your body quickly - one slipped down to your waist, whilst the other cupped your breast.
Sion backed you up against the wall in the middle of the kiss. His hips bucked forward and he pressed himself against your thigh. You were surprised to feel that he was already hard.
“Slow down,” you said, prising your mouth off his.
Sion pouted. He ran a finger under the strap of your top and let it snap lightly against your skin.
“I thought you asked me here so that you could give me my present.” Sion waggled his brows suggestively.
In the dim orange glow of the single bulb hanging from ceiling, his eyes looked like they had a fire burning in them.
You placed two hands on his chest, and gave him a gentle push. Sion, ever the obedient boyfriend, took two steps back.
“I did. I’ve been wanting to give it to you all day!”
Sion watched with a bemused expression, as you pulled a out a wrapped present from under the laundry basket and handed it to him.
“Happy birthday!”
Sion hesitated for a moment.
“So by present, you actually meant a real gift and not…”
You tutted. “Just open it.”
Sion’s pink tongue jutted out as he tore through the purple wrapping paper. He pulled out an A4-sized canvas and held it up to the light.
“Oh, wow… it’s a… painting… of two people?” He looked at you. “Did your niece do this at her pre-school?”
You gasped. “No. I painted it. It’s of you and me.”
Sion’s mouth fell open into a smile.
“Oh my god… it’s… so- so good!” He said, modulating his voice theatrically. He covered his mouth with his hand, stifling a laugh.
Blood rushed to your cheeks.
“You hate it, don’t you?”
Sion let out a giggle. “It’s a joke, right? Like, it’s supposed to be bad… on purpose?”
For a moment, you were too hurt to speak.
The smile dropped off Sion’s face when he saw your expression.
“Oh… it’s not a joke?”
You pushed past Sion and rushed towards the door, too embarrassed to meet your boyfriend’s gaze. You wished the ground would swallow you whole.
“Wait!”
Sion grabbed your wrist and yanked you back towards him. You fell against his body with a thud.
“Get off me,” you huffed.
Sion wrapped an arm around your front and held you in a tight back hug.
You tried to squirm away, but his grip was vice-tight, making it impossible to move. He leant down and pressed his mouth onto your shoulder.
“I’m sorry for laughing… it really was a nice gift.” His soft lips tickled your skin as he spoke.
You dug your nails into his smooth forearms and prised them off you. You spun around and scowled.
“Don’t lie to me.”
Sion sighed, raking a hand through his dark red hair.
“You just caught me off guard, Y/n. When you pulled me in here, I wasn’t really thinking. To be honest, I was just hoping to get lucky.”
Sion gave you his signature doe-eyed look. To an outsider, his chocolatey gaze might seem innocent, but you knew the evil that lurked below the surface.
“No way, mister. You blew your chance.”
Sion huffed. “It’s my birthday and you’re being mean!”
He held your hand again, gentler this time, and brought it up to his mouth. He kissed the inside of your palm, eyes falling shut.
You felt a flutter in your chest. Maybe, finally, after nearly four months of dating, he would pick right now to say, ‘I love you’ for the first time.
Sion leant towards you, so that his lips brushed your ear.
“Let me put it in, just for a minute.”
“Sion!” You yanked your hand out of his, hurt. “I’m going back to the party. Don’t come and find me!”
—
It was almost midnight, and all the guests had gone home.
You were sitting on the couch, eating some leftover icing from Sion’s cake. You were beginning to feel guilty - you really had ignored him for the rest of the evening, despite his pouty lips and shiny eyes following you.
Sion hovered at the doorway. He had changed into his Kuromi pyjama set, and he suddenly looked a lot younger.
“Are you going to stay at your place tonight?” Sion said, voice barely above a whisper. He was picking at some dust on his shirt, avoiding your gaze.
You shook your head.
“I wouldn’t leave you alone on your birthday. Even if my pride is wounded.”
Sion slumped down on the couch beside you and pulled you into a tight hug.
“I’m sorry, Y/n. It was a nice gesture, and I ruined it. Are you still mad?”
Instead of replying, you kissed him, softly, on the lips. By now, your annoyance had faded, and you really just wanted to kiss and make up.
But, it was as if a switch had been flipped in your boyfriend. Suddenly, Sion pressed you back against the couch, his weight resting heavy on top of you. Wetness pooled in your core.
Sion kissed you back with force. He slipped his hot tongue into your mouth, grunting. In one quick motion, Sion pushed up your top and bra, exposing your breasts.
Your nipples puckered in the cold air.
Sion kissed down your jaw and neck, leaving wet kisses on your skin, till he reached your chest. His mouth latched hungrily to your nipple.
His free hand skated up your thigh, finding the warmth there.
Sion’s actions were hurried, his fingers clumsy as they fumbled with your clothes. It was like he was worried that if he stopped for a moment to let you think, you’d push him away.
“Easy,” you whispered. “I’m not going to deny you again tonight.”
Sion’s jaw was clenched and all his muscles were taut. His body was like a wind up doll, ready to spring. Sometimes Sion got like this, and you knew that all he needed was a quick release.
You reached into his lap and found the bulge there. You slipped your fingers into his underwear, hearing him hiss as your cool fingers wrapped around his stiff cock.
Sion leant back, giving you room to pull him out of his underwear. You pushed up his shirt to reveal his toned, ridged stomach. The base of his cock was smattered with short, dark hair.
The tip of his cock was a bruised, deep red. You began to twist your hand around him.
“Fuck…” Sion let out a whimper. His red fringe stood up wildly over his head, and his mouth hung half open.
“That’s a good boy,” you whispered, feeling his cock twitch in your hand.
Sion’s entire body tensed up in one frenzied moment. He sucked in a breath, gasping as if he was scared.
You felt a hot liquid splash over your hand. You and Sion stared at each other in shock. You had barely touched him - neither of you were expecting him to finish so fast. The tips of Sion’s ears turned a dark red.
You kept stroking him through his release, until Sion shuddered and pushed your hand away. Then, he slumped down against the sofa, body entirely spent.
“I hope you enjoyed your second present a bit better.”
You realised that your top was still bunched up over your breasts. You began to pull it back down.
Sion whined, stretching out a hand to stop you.
“Leave them out - it’s still my birthday.”
You shook your head, laughing, but you obliged.
“Only for another twelve minutes.”
Sion grinned at you, the naughty streak back in his eyes.
“Y/n,” he said, pulling you so that you were lying on top of him.
“What?”
You let your eyes shut as you began to be lulled by the steady thumping of his heart.
“Have I ever told you that I love you?”
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Summary: Lonely and horny, you accidentally hire a sex worker. Riku won't leave without giving you a good, old-fashioned fuck.
Genre: Smut, sex worker!Riku
Word count >1k
part 1 ⭐ | part 2
Visiting the escort website was just a little joke.
A fantasy.
You never actually intended to pay for anything.
But when your breakup with Sion had you tipsy and in front of your laptop for the hundredth time, you found yourself scrolling the sleek green page of the WISH ESCORT SERVICE.
An hour later, you fell asleep on your keyboard, the alcohol burning in your veins, and completely forgot you ordered a date with ‘RIKU MAEDA’
“It’s open!” you yelled, while organising your kitchen cabinets one Saturday evening.
You were expecting the shopping you’d ordered. You went to the bathroom to wash your dusty hands, hearing heavy footsteps in the hallway. “Just wait in the kitchen!” you shouted. “I’m nearly ready for you!”
But when you walked back into the room, you did not see any shopping.
You saw a young man in the middle of your kitchen, with fluffy black hair and brown skin… completely naked.
The washcloth fell from your hands with a soft flump. You couldn’t breathe. Your eyes took in his sloping shoulders, his soft brown nipples, the impossibly hard muscle of his stomach and the dark cloud of hair beneath…
He yawned and stretched his full arms above his head, as comfortable as if he were fully clothed.
“Who the hell are you?” you said. “And what are you doing in my house?”
“Oh no,” he said, stumbling back. “Not again.” You watched the blush spread over his chest. He pulled his hands over himself, knees bent. “You are Y/n L/n, right?”
“Yes,” you said, wondering how on earth he knew your name.
“Oh thank god,” he said breathlessly, shaking his head. “Not like last time when we got the wrong… person…”
That was when it came to you. “Oh my god. You’re Riku. From the agency.” He bowed politely, hands clasped.
“But I thought you just had dates with people,” you said. “Not - “
“Sex?” he said, eyes widening politely. “Oh, yes. You’ve already paid for it.”
“That was not what I asked for! I just wanted to have dinner with someone, for god’s sake!”
Riku nodded, rubbing his stomach.
“Fully clothed,” you added, looking at the space above his head.
“Ah,” Riku said quietly, pouting. His black cat-eyes met yours. He slowly lifted the orange pan from the stove top and held it over his crotch.
-
You wouldn’t have expected it, but when Maeda Riku was dressed once more in his red stripy t-shirt and dark jeans, he was a delightful date. You cooked him spaghetti in your tiny kitchen, and ate it on the chipped table over a glass of wine.
You learnt that this was just a part-time job, while he was training to become an actor. You told him all the terrible things your ex, Sion, had done - like when he said you weren’t pretty enough to find anyone else.
“You are,” Riku said, interrupting you.
His brown ringed fingers clutched the wine glass. His cheeks sported a blush.
“What?”
“Pretty enough,” he said. It wasn’t a line, just an observation. “You’re beautiful, Y/n.”
You blushed, lost for words. You couldn’t remember the last time someone called you beautiful.
When the plates were clean, the air between you tingled. You suddenly remembered what, or who, Riku usually did at night.
“I know we’re not… doing anything,” Riku said, the tip of his finger tracing the rim of his glass.
“Definitely not,” you said quickly.
“But… could I still use your shower?” he asked.
You nodded, and ran to fetch the guest towels.
-
His body was too tall for your miniscule bathroom, his shoulders barely fitting in the door.
You left him in the shower, sitting in your dark bedroom while you put your phone on charge.
You heard the roar of the shower, and his soft voice as he hummed to himself. You couldn’t believe he was just on the other side of that door. Sparks shot down your back, almost painful. Though you’d seen Riku’s body already today, it felt different to imagine him naked now. Intimate.
Without even thinking, you leaned towards the door. It was ajar.
You could see Riku rubbing shampoo into his hair, his eyes shut in pleasure. His back was arched, and golden drops of water shivered down his powerful arms and ran along his hip bones.
You couldn’t help it—your thighs burned. You felt yourself grow moist.
As you moved to get a closer look, the door swung open. Your breath caught in your throat, but Riku didn’t stop humming; he must not have noticed.
He turned back, reaching for the conditioner, and you stepped into the room, your eyes glued to the long golden line running down his back.
“You like to watch, don’t you?” Riku said, his back still turned.
Your heart sped and you stumbled backwards. “Sorry. I thought I left- Sorry.”
“You can look,” he continued, squeaking in a laugh. “It is my job.”
If you were in your right mind, you would have left the room. But the alcohol burning in your veins, the hypnosis of Riku’s voice, made you stay. You stepped closer.
Riku turned, winking one dark eye at you. “You can touch, too.”
“I can’t. I’m sorry. I’m just not the kind of person who does these things.”
Riku blew out his cheeks in a pout. “Hmm… then what kind of person am I?”
“I really didn’t mean-” you stuttered. You prayed for the ceiling to come down and bury you in rubble. That would be less humiliating.
“I’m just teasing,” he said, his voice low.
God, you wanted to touch him. But why? How? This young man already had your money. What else could you possibly give him?
Riku gave you a look, and it was so open that it gave you the strength to step inside the shower with him. The water was cool on your scalp and warm as it soaked your jeans.
You expected him to pull you towards him, moulding your mouth in a kiss, bending your body to his, the way Sion always did.
But Riku did nothing. He just stared, as if his bare body, the tight coil of his belly button, wasn’t between you.
“Aren’t you going to kiss me?” you said.
Riku pouted. “Do you want me to?”
“Why are you being so cryptic?” you said, suddenly scared. You felt like that lost child again, the one who asked a teacher what an ‘orgasm’ was while all the other students laughed. “Can’t you just do what you always do?”
“Some people do,” he said, his fingers coiling his hair to collect the last soap suds. “I think it’s more interesting to ask what you want.”
Embarrassingly, you had no idea what you wanted.
Sex with Sion had been addictive; your bodies had clicked from that first hurried night in your friend’s college bedroom. You had never felt a climax before Sion’s fingers brought one out in you; for a few weeks afterwards you thought he was God.
Even later, when the sex was less new, it was still simple with him - he kissed your breasts, or pushed you down on your knees, and you learnt to love it because it was what he loved. Everything moved smoothly, like clockwork.
And now there was Riku, his hard, young body making it impossible to focus. What did you want?
“Don’t think so hard,” he said, fluttering his thick lashes, leaning closer. “Just tell me, pretty woman.”
“I want -” you said, like you were confessing a dirty secret, “I want you to get on your knees and do everything I say. And then… I want you to carry me onto that bed and fuck me with all my clothes on.”
You took a deep breath. Now was the moment he would laugh at you. You couldn’t meet his eyes.
All he said was, ‘OK.” He crossed his arms. “I do love being told what to do. And on the bed, I will be…?”
“Absolutely naked,” you said, courage flashing through you.
And then Riku was sinking to his knees, carefully, his eyes never leaving yours. Gentle, polite hands pushed your hips back to make space. He used his fingers to steady himself on the slippery tile. A shiver ran through the dark curves of his shoulders at the cool water.
His cat eyes met yours. “Ok, Y/n… what do I do now?”
-
Later, Riku was lying on top of you on your huge bed, panting with exertion. He pinned you to the bed with his weight. You ran your hands down the dripping muscles of his broad back. The sheets all around you were damp and smelled of peach shampoo.
Riku started to move, but you dug your fingers in his back. “No,” you ordered. “Stay a little longer.”
He nipped your shoulder with his teeth, laughing.
“What?” you said, shaking him. “Are you laughing at me?”
Riku shook his head, but the laugh grew, making his eyes scrunch and his chest vibrate.
You rolled over so you were on top and straddled him, squeezing his muscled arms to his body. “Tell me. What are you laughing about?”
Riku twisted his lip. “Not so hard to order me around now, huh?”
“Disobedient fool,” you said, rolling your eyes.
Riku pushed your arms off him in one effortless squeeze, and clambered to his feet. The morning sunlight fell over the soft planes of his chest. Still laughing, he walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.
You hopped into your jeans, calling out after him. “What the hell are you doing? Riku, your clothes!”
Riku’s laugh bounced off the kitchen walls.
-
When you walked in, Riku was balancing two pans on the stove, one with a sizzling omelette, one with bacon. The strings of his blue apron were tied in a neat bow over his butt. The radio was playing some throwback station, and Riku’s pert ass moved rhythmically to the beats of ‘It Wasn’t Me.’
“Riku…” you said, your mouth falling open. “You are in my kitchen. Naked. Again!” You sniffed. “And you found actual human food?”
Riku snorted. “I was surprised to find it too.” He turned around, slapping his hands together. “Welcome to naked cooking. It’s very therapeutic. I do it once a week.”
You wrapped your arms over your big T-shirt, wishing you’d remembered to wear a bra. “That’s lovely. Just… keep my food hygienic, ok?”
“Oh no,” Riku said, walking over to you and placing his hands on your hips. “You have to be naked to eat the food. No ifs, no buts.”
A slightly hysterical laugh left your mouth as you sat down on the kitchen chair. You thought about the dry cereal you would have to eat this morning.
Riku used a spatula to roll the omelette neatly, sliced it up and put it on a plate. He sprinkled something green over the pieces.
Riku walked over to you and wafted the delicious scent your way.
Butter. Your stomach growled.
“One bite,” you said. “Please. I’ve worked up an appetite.”
Riku shook his head, whisking the plate away from you.
Fine. Screwing up your face, you stepped out of your jeans, then took a deep breath and pulled your shirt over your head.
In just your underwear, you walked over to Riku, arms crossed over your chest.
He looked pointedly at your underwear.
You swore, and shimmied them off, then ate up the omelette like a hungry wolf. You ran across the kitchen, shivering, and grabbed two pieces of bacon, too.
Riku caught you mid-run, giving you a cheeky slap on the butt.
“Goddamnit, Maeda Riku!” you said, sitting down to eat.
“I couldn’t resist,” he said cheekily.
-
Though that was the first time you slept with Riku, it wasn’t the last. Eventually, you stopped using the agency and Riku just gave you his phone number. Every Friday night, he would come over. It started to feel like you were old friends—not sex worker and client.
One of those Fridays, Riku was at the sink, doing the washing up, when you asked him a burning question.
“Riku…” you said, folding the corner of the table mat, “I’ve told you about my love life. I’ve told you about Sion dumping me, the nights of falling asleep into my ramen bowl…” you laughed. “But what about you?” Your heart thudded. “Do you have a girlfriend?”
Riku scratched his head against his shoulder. “I have… a secret.” His ears went bright red.
Your heart sank. So here it was. The wife. The kids. Riku’s real life outside of these four walls that you knew nothing about.
“I can’t talk to my crush,” he said, lowering his head.
“Sorry?” you said, not sure if he was joking. There were a million things you’d thought of, but never this.
“I can’t talk to her,” he said. “I just freeze up, and the words don’t come out! There’s this girl, an extra in this movie I’m shooting, and she’s so cute, but I’ve never even said ‘Hi’.”
“Riku. You’re a sex worker.”
“I know it sounds crazy! It’s just different when I work. Sex is natural, it doesn’t need explaining.” He blew out a breath. “Romance, however…”
You sidled up to him, pressing yourself against his back. “I may not know a lot about sex, but I can help with talking to girls.”
You lifted your hands to cover his eyes. Riku’s breath stuttered in his throat. His hands were still in the soapy water.
You rested your cheek between his shoulder blades, feeling the heat radiating off him.
“Now,” you said. “Listen to my voice. Pretend I’m that girl. What do you want to say?”
Riku took a deep, shaky breath. “I-” He squirmed. “I can’t do this with you, Y/n. It’s stupid.”
“Come on, Riku,” you said, stroking his eyelids shut. “Just trust me. Now what do you want to say?”
“Okay,” he said. “I want to say… I like you. I know this is just work, and you don’t know me very well, but I think you’re beautiful.”
Riku’s body warmed yours in the cool air of the kitchen.
“And I think she might say… you’re not too bad yourself.”
Riku’s throat was tight. “Then I would say… do you think this could ever be more than work?”
You didn’t know if he was talking to her or to you.
Riku turned around, very slowly, his eyes never opening. His warm, soapy hands screwed up the cotton of your T-shirt as he pulled you close.
Like he had never done before, Riku kissed you first. He sucked at your mouth, his spit soaking your lips. It was a deep, messy kiss, and you were forced to follow his rhythm. His tongue tapped your bottom lip, asking you to open for him. You obeyed.
His hands ran under your shirt, making you shiver. And then he was pulling the shirt over your head, unclasping your bra with quick, deft fingers and abandoning it on the floor. You felt his rough hair brush your collarbone as his head dipped lower, to your chest.
So far, you had only kissed in the bedroom or the ensuite, never in such an open area. Riku would ask you what you wanted, you would order him, and the sex would proceed. Usually, he was smooth and strong, and even when he was falling apart under you, you never knew if it was just to make you feel better.
This felt different. This was Riku’s own hunger, his own preferences, strange beasts you knew nothing about. In Riku’s mind, was he kissing you? Was he kissing her? There was no time to think, no time to decide.
Riku turned you around. He pushed your stomach against the sink, starting to devour your neck in a way that made you melt. The cold, wet porcelain dug into your stomach, hard enough to bruise.
He tugged at your jeans, and you struggled to get them down,
And then Riku was fucking you on the kitchen sink, your moans pouring out for any neighbour to hear.
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When you fell asleep that night, you felt strangely empty.
It had felt right in the moment, but now you’d wondered what you’d done. Had you moved from being a client to Riku to… something more? Or were you just feeding Riku’s fantasy of sleeping with another woman, one who would never have to pay him?
It was time to say goodbye to Riku. Having him round every Friday, you’d started to feel like you had a boyfriend again—and that was dangerous. Riku wasn’t yours. He never would be.
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Summary: "Do I have permission to fuck you until you know how I feel about you?”
Genre: smut, angsty, possessive!Karina
Pairing: Karina x female reader
Word count >1k
There was no talking to Karina when she got like this.
The drive home had been silent. Your girlfriend had one hand clenched over the steering wheel, the long nails of the other hand clicking an impatient rhythm on the dashboard.
You’d both heard what they said at that stupid party. Stuff about how you didn’t deserve a girlfriend like Karina. Stuff about how you were a pity fuck for her. A rebound.
The worst part was, you’d started to believe it. As you got more and more tipsy, the poison in their words sank into you. The thing is, you’d always felt a little embarrassed announcing yourself as her girlfriend. You saw the gorgeous women who flirted with her, and you felt small in comparison. Karina was a dream you were constantly waiting to wake up from.
“Get out of the car,” Karina said, her voice low.
You didn’t move, a little shocked at her tone. With an impatient grunt, she reached over you and worked the door handle open, her body falling over you.
“Get. Out,” she repeated.
You stumbled out of the car and up the stairs to her apartment, conscious of the light pressure of her hand on your shoulder.
As soon as Karina shut the door behind you, she slammed one hand against your shoulder and pushed you against the wall. Her other hand ran up your trembling thigh, circling it possessively. She overpowered you easily, her tall frame blocking out the sliver of light that came under the door. With her ballcap and boxy leather jacket, she could be easily mistaken for your boyfriend. Only her luscious shoulder-length hair gave her away.
“Do you really believe all that stuff they said?”
“About-” you started.
“About me… not really wanting you.” She struggled to say it.
You looked down. “Honestly, it’s hard not to.”
Karina’s hand instinctively tightened on your thigh, nails pinching into your bare skin. With her other hand, she stroked your throat, then grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at her.
“Come on, Y/n,” she said. “I thought you were too smart to believe that nonsense. I thought it was obvious how lucky I am to have you. I guess I was wrong.”
She leaned in, the delicate arch of her nose nudging yours. You knew it was the only tenderness you would get tonight.
“Do I have permission to fuck you until you know how I feel about you?”
You shivered in fear and desire. There was no telling how far Karina would take it. Some nights you just cuddled in bed, stroking her boobs over her oversized T-shirt. Other nights you were bent over the kitchen table, the wood bruising your cheek as her strap pounded into you. You had a feeling it would be one of those nights.
“Yes,” you breathed.
Karina did not smile, but colour came into her cheeks.
Grabbing the hair at the back of your head, she walked you into the bedroom, flicking on the overhead lights. She pulled up a chair and sat on it, patting her dark jeans.
You straddled your girlfriend gratefully. You kissed her soft mouth, then licked down her jaw. Unable to resist, you pulled up her tight tank top, revealing her lacy black bra. The soft flesh of her breasts spilled out.
In awe, you licked and sucked at the lace, enjoying the way her breath stuttered as you did so. You tugged down her bra, cupping her breast in one hand while you took it whole into your mouth. You loved the size of her boobs. When you swallowed one breast, you felt like you were choking in its softness, spit running down your mouth. You wouldn’t have it any other way.
Just when you freed her other breast, she grabbed your hair again.
“Enough,” she said breathily, pulling her top down. “Now you.”
She tugged your little dress over your head. Her fist squeezed your hip when she realised you had no bra on.
She stripped off your panties, leaving you naked on her lap.
Reluctantly, you let her turn you around. Now, you had your back to her.
You gasped when you realised why she’d done this - you were sitting right in front of her bedroom mirror.
“Please,” you said. “I don’t want to.”
She held your head tight, forcing you to look at yourself.
“No. I want you to look at my girlfriend. I want you to understand why I’m crazy about her. I want you to watch her fall apart.”
Then, one arm wrapped possessively over your collarbone, Karina fingered you in the mirror. Everything about it embarrassed you - the rough movements of her fingers on your clit, the way your legs shook in pleasure, the fact that she was little more than a shadow behind you, still in her black leather jacket.
When she plunged her fingers inside you, the cold metal of her rings nearly made you come on the spot.
Overcome by pleasure, you tried to close your eyes, but she yanked her fingers out.
“Watch or it doesn’t happen,” Karina said.
You nodded, and started to enjoy the view, transfixed by the veins in her hands, the scratch of her long red fingernails as they moved in you.
Eventually, the sight, the feeling, was too much.
“Please,” you breathed. “A little more. I’m - nearly there.”
“Good.” Karina dragged her fingers out of you, leaving you empty. She eyed your glistening slick.
“Wait. Don’t stop. What are you doing?”
Karina laughed in her teasing way. “You thought it would be that easy? Wow, Y/n. You have a lot to learn about me. Now get up.”
You stumbled to your feet, your pussy pulsing with need. You felt so exposed in the cold air of her bedroom. You wished you could see your girlfriend’s beautiful body bare.
She ran one hand down your bare back, then squeezed your butt.
“Bend over,” she said into your ear.
You leaned down, gripping onto the chair for support. You saw her turn away from you in the mirror. What was next?
In the mirror, you watched her quickly strip off her jeans, top, and underwear till she was naked, then reach inside her bedside table.
When she turned around, you saw what she’d put on. It was a strap - but not just any strap. You recognised it as the one she only used for ‘punishments’. It was dark blue, curved, and wickedly long.
The sight of Karina standing there in the mirror took your breath away. Her dark hair brushed the proud, sharp angle of her shoulders. Her breasts were finally bare under your gaze, a soft swell of creamy flesh that ended in dark brown nipples. Her long, soft stomach made your throat dry. Your eyes ran up her muscular thighs, freezing at the frightening instrument of pleasure gracing her wide hips.
Karina only let you look at her for a moment - then it was clear that prep time was up.
Gripping the strap, Karina pushed you down against the rickety chair.
Her hand rested on the back of your neck. If you weren’t so needy, you would smile at the way your girlfriend always needed to be gripping your body, to show everyone you belonged to her. Maybe she did care about you as much as she said.
Without any warning, she pushed inside you. The sting was immediate, and you almost thought it would hurt until the pleasure took over.
Then Karina began thrusting into you, soft, surprisingly girlish moans leaving her throat as she grinded her clit into the strap.
As Karina pounded you, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm, she whispered about how beautiful you looked in the mirror, how you were the only girl she would ever want, how even you couldn’t be stupid enough not to see that.
You accepted her praise and insults in equal measure, desperate for your girlfriend to keep giving you what you wanted a little longer.
Karina hand moved over your clit in rough, almost painful circles.
“Yes-” you breathed. “Yes.”
Finally, Karina let you have what you wanted.
She thrust into you once more, hard, and you came all over her strap, nearly collapsing on the hard wooden chair, catching the sight of your face twisted in ecstasy in the mirror.
Karina pulled the strap out of you, and you caught a flash of her teeth in the mirror. She was smiling victoriously, her eyes dark and moist with excitement, her face full of colour, her cropped hair a chaotic mess over her face.
You untied the strap from her hips and hugged her, tight, burying your face in the soft flesh of her chest. You sucked kisses into her collarbones, biting the skin to mark her. “You didn’t even come,” you mumbled.
“But did I prove it to you?” she said, her voice husky with pleasure. “Do you believe that I’d do anything for you? That just looking at you like that is enough?”
“Hmm… maybe not,” you said. “I might need to be convinced again.”
Karina hugged you tight to her body. “Silly little girl. I’ll prove it to you, then.”
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Summary - Your boyfriend is so desperate not to come that he can't enjoy sex... You find a quick fix.
Genre - smut, established AU, fluffy
Word count - <1k
Everything was perfect.
Soft jazz was playing, your string lights were on, and you were riding your sexy boyfriend.
Sion's skin was flushed deep red, his eyes screwed shut. His shirt was abandoned on the floor. You traced the caramel planes of his chest, thumbing his dark nipples and watching his cross necklace glint.
The grasp of his strong fingers made your hips ache - but you didn't mind. You loved how utterly pussy drunk your boyfriend got. The squeeze of him inside you was all worth it.
Only today, something was wrong.
Sion's eyebrows were twitching. He was mumbling something under his breath, long and fast.
It didn't sound sexy. It sounded… stressful.
"Baby?" you said. "You okay?"
He didn't reply.
"Sion!" you gasped. "Are you reciting the digits of pi right now?"
Sion's eyes flew open. "No. Maybe. Why?"
"We're meant to be connecting as a couple. I'm playing our special song!"
"I love the song," he mumbled.
"You can't hear the song," you said. "You're too busy reciting bloody mathematics."*
Sion ran his hands through his hair, hiding his face. "You know why I do it," he said quietly. "It's the only way I can last."
"Sion," you said, brushing the hair out of his face and kissing his eyelids. "Have you ever considered that I don't care how long you last?"
Sion peeked at you through thick lashes.
"I would take one minute of real sex with you over twenty minutes of this."
Sion kissed between your breasts desperately, then flopped back on the pillow. "One minute? When I look at those, I can't last half of that."
"Thirty seconds then. I don't care."
"Well… maybe." Sion said. "I can try."
"No maths, no dead puppies and no thinking about your grandma. Just focus on me."
You pulled yourself off him. "Get on top of me."
"But I'll come too soon-" Sion started, then bit his lip. "Right. Not worrying about that."
Sion abandoned the condom and rolled on a new one.
He shifted over you on the bed. He blew his fringe out of his face and settled between your thighs. You stroked the strong swell of his bicep. "Perfect."
Sion screwed up his nose, shy under your gaze. "Enjoy this moment, because it's not lasting long!"
Sion put one hand between your bodies and guided himself inside you. The stretch of his fat cock inside you was perfect.
As he began to move, Sion's eyes were already wandering the room, his lips moving in the old recitations.
"Hey," you said, slapping his cheek. "Eyes on me."
The moment Sion saw you, he moaned and his dick twitched inside you.
"Uh oh," he said. You felt his abs tighten. His breaths stuttered. "Shit."
"Don't worry," you whispered. "You're allowed to come, remember?"
Sion took a deep breath, and his body relaxed.
As he rolled into you now, it was a whole new feeling. Electricity crackled between you. Each soft kiss, each swirl of his cool tongue in your ear, felt so good it burned. Every now and then, he stopped to suck your nipples with wide, glassy eyes.
His breaths started quiet, then grew into long, drawn out moans.
"Wow," he said. "This is so hot. I'm never reciting pi again."
You stared coyly into his wide, dark eyes. "You fuck me so good, Sion."
"Don't say that! It makes it harder not to…" he said, biting his lip and thrusting into you faster. Sion was already falling apart, his thrusts uneven, his hip bones clashing against yours. His lashes fluttered, his eyelids drooping from the pleasure.
His fingers bruised your clit, drawing tight circles as he always did when he was close.
"I mean it, Sion," you whispered, teasing him a little. "This pussy belongs to you. I want you to fill me up."
"I said don't say stuff like that!" Sion said, his brow creasing, his hands screwing up the bedsheets. "I'm going to come, aren't I?"
"Don't fight it," you said, suddenly excited. "Relax into it."
Watching Sion come was the best part of your day. He was intense, almost melodramatic when it came to sex - his orgasms were like fireworks.
"Fuckkkk…" Sion sighed, as he surrendered to the pleasure. He snapped his hips against yours, once, twice, his eyes fixed on your breasts. For one delicious second, he gritted his teeth, his face contorting wildly like an anime character.
Then, he collapsed, his cheek squeezing your neck. Your boyfriend was utterly spent.
For a long while, you fingered the stiff long hair at the base of his neck, while he fought to get his breath back.
"How was that?" you said.
"Too fucking good," he mumbled, still inside you. "How long was that?"
"I wasn't counting-"
"Tell me the truth.
"Fine," you said. "About… two minutes?"
Sion groaned and pushed off you. He tutted disapprovingly at the condom he'd filled as he threw it in the bin.
He fell back on the bed, resting his head on his swelling biceps. He kicked the twisted sheets like a toddler throwing a tantrum. "Stupid piece of shit! I hate my dick!"
"Relax!" you said, tickling his arm. "That was the best sex I've had in a while. That's how we're doing it from now on, okay?"
"From now on, we're going to have sex for two minutes?" he said, looking darkly at you.
"Oh no," you said. "Now, you're going to lick my pussy for half an hour." You smirked. "Is that long enough for you?"
Sion grinned, the colour instantly returning to his face.
He grabbed your thighs and spread them eagerly, licking his lips in anticipation.
"That sounds just about right…"
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Summary: When your girlfriend finds out your dirty secret, she wants you even more.
Genre: smut, mafia AU, female reader
Word count: <1k
When you saw yourself in your hallway mirror, you were so grateful you'd told your girlfriend not to come over tonight.
You hair was a mess, your clothes were flecked with dirt and blood, and you were holding your gun. You looked like what you were. A mafia boss.
“Baby?” You heard a voice from the living room.
You froze. It was her.
Karina was stretched out on the couch. She was in her usual pyjamas: a tight black tank top, and baggy black sweatpants. Her hair fell in a long, silky curtain. A sliver of caramel skin showed at her stomach, revealing a glint of diamond.
Oh no. She wasn’t meant to see you like this. She knew you worked in the mafia, but it was more… theoretical. You stuffed your gun in the back of your jeans.
“Hey babe,” you said. “I wasn’t expecting you tonight.”
She pouted, pushing off the couch and padding towards you. “I know. Can’t I see my girlfriend once in a while?”
“Yes, it’s just… been a long day,” you stuttered.
Karina stopped when she was right in front of you. She ran her hands down your waist, under your T-shirt, and hooked her fingers in your jeans. When she pressed a soft kiss to your throat, your head went foggy. You forgot all about the gun you were hiding.
“What is it? Aren’t you happy to see me?” she murmured, kissing along your jaw, and finally, your lips. She was cool and tasted of jasmine.
You sighed in response.
That was when her fingers closed over the gun. She whisked it out of your waistband, and clutched it to her chest.
“Hey,” you said. “Give that back. It’s dangerous.”
Karina skipped out of your grasp, nuzzling against your gun and pressing teasing kisses to it. “So this is all you care about. Your weapons and your killing.”
“I care about you. Just give it here.”
Like she was just stretching, she moved her arms out and pointed the gun at you.
Your pulse jumped on instinct. She had no idea how to use it, but it was a killing weapon either way.
“Naughty girl,” she said, her face utterly serious. “Why won’t you tell anyone about me? Why do you sneak me out of here at 3am? Why don’t you tell me about your job?”
“Look. We can talk about this-”
“I should shoot you,” she said, jutting her chin out defiantly. “You deserve it.”
She clicked off the safety. You were stunned.
“I do know how to use a gun,” she said, still serious. “I’m not as dumb as you think.”
Before you could reply, she was stepping towards you. She was a natural. Her posture was flawless. The muscles of her lean arms rippled under the weapon’s weight. Her brown doe eyes were nearly crossed as she focused on you.
“Get on your knees,” she said, not moving her aim.
You sank down, not knowing how far she would take this. She tugged down her sweatpants with one hand, leaving only her lacy black underwear, spotted with wetness. Dark curls peeked out the edges of the thin fabric. A tiny black bow topped it all.
“Now eat it or there’ll be trouble.”
You chuckled, half in fear, half in admiration. You were soaking your underwear already. “Damn. You should enter my line of work,” you said, voice low.
You twisted your fingers in her underwear and tugged it down quickly. Then you pressed a soft kiss to her heat. She shuddered, still holding the gun with both hands.
You made quick work of eating Karina's pussy. After all, you were possibly eating for your life. You stroked her soft legs, kitten licking all over her. When her breaths got shakier, her thighs squeezing your face, you knew you were doing the right thing. You got hazy from the sour taste of her.
When her underwear was getting in the way, you tore it in half, making her tut. “You better buy me a new pair,” she whispered. Still, you could tell she didn’t care because she was already close.
You pushed her against the wall and she wrapped her knees over your shoulders, grinding needily into your face as she chased her high. Her heels dug into your back. You forgot all about the strange situation, the gun. You focused on pleasuring your girlfriend until her orgasm finally hit her.
A light shiver was the only sign. She moaned softly, twice, then kicked you off her with surprisingly strong feet.
She pulled up her sweatpants and tucked the gun into the back.
“Keep them off,” you groaned, sitting on the floor. “It’s my turn now.”
“Hmm…” she said, frothing her hair in the mirror, “I don’t think so.”
You heard the front door open, and saw that somehow she’d hidden a coat, a duffel bag, and her shoes. She pulled these out now.
“Wait. Karina. Where are you going?” you said, still in a post-sex daze.
“You say you love me… but it’s not enough. I deserve more than this. Goodbye, Y/n.”
Then, with one last wry smile, Karina walked out and shut the door behind her.
It was several minutes before you realised she’d taken your gun with her. You were still sitting on the floor, your face and clothes a mess, trying to process the fact that Karina had just dumped you.
You were a mafia boss, but it meant nothing.
Karina had moved on from you, and there was no amount of violence that could bring her back.
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