Overhear ; Kim Namjoon

Middle of the Night — Yugyeom

A/N: admin japchae back with another smut, this time with a yugyeom smut. I’ve been in a very yugyeom mood so this imagine became a thing. tbh I am super proud of this, and I hope you guys enjoy it bc it is a RIDE

Word Count: 3,585 words Content: kitchen counter sex, a little bit of dom!yugyeom, noona kink, a bit of orgasm denial, some fluff

Yugyeom knows you wake up at 2 AM every night to make yourself a cup of tea. He always wakes up to the sound of your footsteps and listens as you make your way to the kitchen. He has always been so sensitive to your presence ever since Jackson let you stay at the dorm until your new apartment gets set up. All the other members adapted to you quickly—treating you like a sister—but Yugyeom can never find a way to get used to you.

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Paper Cranes | Kim Taehyung (M)

PAIRING: Kim Taehyung x F!Reader

GENRE: Fluff, smut, angst. Non idol AU. College AU. Best friends to lovers. Slice of life.

WARNINGS: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (stay safe!), so much fluff you might pass out

WORD COUNT: 18.3k

DESCRIPTION: It is said that if someone folds 1000 paper cranes, they will receive one wish. Kim Taehyung has been folding you paper cranes since he was six years old. He won’t tell you what he’s going to wish for once he reaches his goal, but even into your twenties, all you know is that he’s been wishing for the same thing every time.

You’re six years old when you receive your first paper crane from Kim Taehyung.

Your first year of elementary school is almost over—there’s only two months left until summer break, and you’ve been counting down the days until you are finally free to wake up as late as you want and play with your friends until the sun goes down.

That’s also why it strikes you as odd that there’s a new transfer student, his newly assigned seat right beside yours, being introduced to the class. His eyes are big and wide underneath a fringe of dark brown hair, and he’s cute in the way that all kids are cute—with rosy cheeks, big ears, and a shy demeanour that tells you that he would most likely rather have stayed at his previous school.

After a brief introduction of Hello, I’m Kim Taehyung, he shuffles over and takes his seat. He doesn’t really look at you, keeping his head down as he pulls his notebooks from his backpack. You see that the margins are covered in doodles, little cartoons and make-believe stories etched onto every far corner of the page.

You open your mouth to introduce yourself, but the sound of your teacher’s voice has you facing the blackboard once more. You try not to think too hard about the new boy sitting beside you, gently humming to himself as he doodles butterflies in an open meadow.

At recess, you’re playing with a few friends, doing cartwheels and rolling around on the grass. You’re giggling with your friend, Chaeyoung, when you hear a ruckus happening not too far away.

“Hey! Please, no, give it back!”

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Mattheo Riddle- Just friends

After a long and exhausting night of trying to find some stupid tiara in the overflowing room of requirement you were happy to just plop down on the couch in the  common room.. That is until a deep voice from a chair over by the other fireplace startled you, "I wondered when you would come back." 

You turned your head to the side, still not moving your body as you looked at Mattheo Riddle. He smiled a little, relieved that you had calmed down from earlier when you were screaming at him and Draco about not doing their part with the tasks.  "You want to talk about whatever all that was earlier?" 

You shake your head and make grabby hands in his direction, he chuckles before pushing himself off the chair and making his way to you. He let you pout for a moment before he hoisted you off the couch and into his arms. Your cheek is pressed against his shoulder as your eyes get heavy. 

You're tired in a way you haven't been in a long time. You wished that Cissy hadn't put the weight of watching Draco and Mattheo on you, but you knew it was for the best. That didn't mean you had to be happy about it. OR that you had to be nice to Draco.

A slight blush filled your cheeks as Mattheo lifted and readjusted your legs around his waist. Moving his hands further up your thighs, fingers digging into your skin threw the bare material of your stockings. He bent down slightly signaling for you to open the door when he made it to his single bed dorm. Pushing with one foot to let it swing open, resting your chin on his shoulder. Trying to ignore the fact he could probably feel the warmth radiating from between your thighs.

He didn't stop in the main area, instead making his way into the bathroom. Sitting you on the counter before turning around and setting his hands on either side of you. Bringing his face down so you are eye level with his dark eyes.

"So.. Are you ready to tell me what was going on." He said it more like a statement, it wasn't a question of if more like when. He was going to get it out of you, he just didn't know how far he would have to push.

You felt your teeth clamp down on your lip as you shook your head. When he sighed and turned around you felt relief flood into you.

For about a second.

Until he reached back and pulled his shirt off, fluidly turning the shower on just after. In that moment you knew you were in trouble, if he really wanted to know he would figure it out. Part of you wanted him to want to know.. Just to see how far he would take it. The other part was screaming just tell him now, before your to stupid to watch yourself.

When he turned back to you he was unbuckling his belt leaving it in the loops as he pushed his slacks off. Leaving him in just his black boxers, you had to force yourself to not look down. You already knew what was waiting for you, but didn't want to give him the satisfaction of looking.

The steam from the heated water started filling the air, making the small room feel smaller somehow. He was only one step away from you, so his hands easily found your hips pulling you off the counter. His eyes stayed on yours as he pushed your skirt and stockings down. 

You tried to not laugh at the extra effort he put in to try and not ruin your stockings. But when you cracked a smile you were rewarded with his in return. And a beautiful smile it was. The way it lit up his entire face was breathtaking. Mattheo Riddle was a beautiful man, scars and all.

Not that you would ever call him beautiful out loud. You had called him hot before, even sexy here or there. But beautiful seemed like it would cross the line the two of you had drawn. The line where it moves from friends with benefits to who knows what. You loved him too much, in too many ways to risk losing everything by alerting him to your feelings.

When he stood, he lightly drug his fingers up the back of your thighs. He slowly unbuttoned your shirt and pushed it down your shoulders. Making sure to press kissed down your throat and across your collarbone. Your hands gripping his biceps as you let out a small groan. Gently squeezing your ass in a way you knew was meant to be teasing. When he was back to his full height he traced the straps of your bra watching his finger dip under it pulling before letting it snapback.

"Are you ready now?" He said slowly, that smile still in place on his face. You could tell that even though he wanted to know, he was enjoying the game he had barely started. And if he was enjoying it... Who were you to end it so quickly?

"I dont know Riddle.. Am I ready to tell you?" You said side stepping him as you pulled your bra off. His eyes followed you until you stepped into the shower, purposefully leaving the curtain open. He sighed through his nose as he watched your figure threw the fogged mirror.

When you raised your arms to pull your hair down you flicked your hair tie at him. Watching him chuckle as he stepped out of his boxers and into the shower.

One of the things you loved about Slytherin, was even in the cold underground dungeon you called home the water never got cold. Whatever water heaters the school had or spells they used were on point. So as you stood there Mattheos chest to your back letting the hot water run over the two of you until your skin warmed, it was divine. When one hand left your hip, and slowly made its way up to your breast kneading roughly you tried to act like you didn't notice. 

"Tell me Y/n" Mattheo said, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he spoke, only proving to turn you on further. When you stayed silent he chuckled darkly, before moving his other hand towards the apex of your thighs. When he lazily drug a finger through your lower lips, you let your head fall back onto his shoulder. 

Being 5'8 to his 6'0 had its advantages. One hand found its way behind you to his hair, your fingers threading threw. While the other went to the wrist of the hand he had lowered, you knew that if he pulled away you wouldn't stop him. You physically couldn't stop him even if you wanted too, but if he wanted to stop you would never push that. 

His rough fingers easily found your clit, while his other hand moved from your breast to your throat. Wrapping his fingers around it to hold you in place, brushing his lips across your shoulder. A soft moan escapes your lips as he starts rubbing sloppy but quick circles over your clit. 

"Theo.." You moaned, digging your nails into his skin, trying to not give too much away. You knew what he was going to do, you gladly were accepting. You were waiting for him to reprimand you for saying Theo instead of his full name. Normally he hated it when anyone called him Theo because that's what everyone called Theodore. 

Really though he didn't care what you said in that moment, he just loved the way your sounds of pleasure made his chest warm. He loved the way his skin felt like it was unfire but also relaxed whenever you touched him. The unconscious way you moved towards him in crowds. How your eyes would seek him out when you were stressed or anxious. He loved everything about you, except your short fuse. 

But he figured everyone had a downfall and a short temper was definitely one of his as well. Everyone had a flaw that someone couldn't stand.  He knew that you held it together to the best of your ability. Like earlier in the dorms when you snapped and told some first years to fuck off, it had been coming all day. He could tell by the way you tapped your fingers against your arm, the way you bounced from foot to foot. 

Draco had also told him you had been the same during class and in the great hall. Between the stress of failing a test and having to visit Dumbledore, the stress of maybe seeing your hateful brother every moment in the halls. Then knowing there was a meeting coming up soon and last but not least Draco and your brother having it out in the bathroom. 

Then during dinner Adrain had come over, that was bad enough but then when he was touching you.. It set Mattheo ablaze with an emotion he couldn't quite name, one he hadn't felt often. And had never felt towards you. All he knew was that he lived for these moments, the moments in one of your rooms. Or the few times you had pressed him against the wall in a quiet hall. It was what got him through the shitty days. 

So with that in mind, he moved his hand lower pushing a finger into you harshly. Pumping only a few times before adding another. He could feel your pussy fluttering around them, he felt himself growing hard at the feeling. 

You were trying to not show how much you were enjoying it. That of course didn't matter because Mattheo knew your body almost better than you did. You turned your head, his lips catching yours as he continued pumping his thick fingers into you. He pulled away letting your moans fill the air as you started to tighten around him, "Tell me what was wrong." 

You groaned  a little and bit your lip, just a few more seconds and you would be over the edge. 

As he read your mind, he ripped his fingers out of you. "Fuck.. Come on.." His other hand was still firmly around your throat, so you couldn't pull away. His fingers brushed over your clit again, so lightly you almost couldn't tell if it happened. You felt yourself push your hips forward, trying to keep whatever contact you could. 

"Do you think I'll let you cum before you tell me?" He said biting down on your shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. You shook your head, a small smile on your face as he squeezed your throat a little tighter. Cutting off just a bit of the air flow to your lungs. "Ah, that means you like being a brat." 

When his fingers found his way back into you, you couldn't stop the way your back arched. It only took a small twist and curl of his fingers for him to find the sponginess of your g-spot. Pushing the pads of his fingers against it every time he pushed in or pulled out. 

The sensation along with the slight light headedness was overwhelming.  The motion quickly brought you to the edge again. "Theo.. Dont.. Please.." You begged knowing he was going to do it again if you didn't answer him. At this point honestly you couldn't remember why you wouldn't answer him. You were just along for the ride.. and so far the ride was fabulous. 

When he pulled out again a whine found its way from between your lips. He spun you around this time, pressing you against the cold stone wall. Your mind barely registered it as his lips found yours. Kissing your ferociously both his hands now wrapping around your thighs and hoisting you up the wall. 

Before you could even take a breath to start begging he was pushing into you. Your head falls back to the wall, as your nails dig into the skin of his back. You heard him hiss but nothing really mattered. You were with the person you loved, doing one of your favorite things. Nothing could stop you at this moment, someone could've walked in and neither of you would've stopped. 

There had been times where Draco busted into Mattheos dorm in moments just like this. And Matthoes pace never faltered. He didn't stop what he was doing as Draco freaked out before turning and hightailing it out of there.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his ass as he pounded into you. "Fuck, Ill never get use to how tight you are." He said his fingers digging into your thighs so hard that you knew there would be bruises. "I can feel you, you're ready to cum.. All you have to do is tell me what was going on.. Tell me now or I'll stop." 

Your mind told you to keep your mouth shut, but your body won out. "Fuuckk.." You seethed threw your teeth trying to hold on. Two hard thrusts later it all just spilled out "I just don't like Draco.. Those two first years just pissed me off being all whiny about being in Slytherin.. Harry pisses me off.. Adrian's touch makes me want to vomit. Fuckk.."

You moved your head fell to his shoulder as he held all your weight, muscles in his arm flexing to help move your body. "I just feel more stressed than normal with all these tasks and the upcoming meeting.. Im sorry." Finally the rest of the weight rose off your shoulders. 

The groan that came from Mattheoss throat made you clench, only making him groan again. When you finally felt the band of your orgasm snap, your vision went white. Buzzing sounds filled your ears, you could barely hear Mattheo tell you he was cumming too. 

You didn't remember making the choice to rake your nails down his scarred back. You were sure there were spots where he was bleeding. But through those final few thrusts nothing mattered. Not the soreness of your thighs, not the stinging in his back. Just the euphoric feeling flowing between the two of you.  

When he finally set you down, it was quiet besides the sound of the water and the hazy breaths. He left his arms wrapped around your waist and back while your legs stopped shaking. The rest of the shower was spent gently washing each other, his arm firmly around your waist. The smell of his teakwood body wash filled your nose, he scrubbed hard enough to lightly pink your skin. Having showered with you enough to know how you would do it. 

He didn't wash your hair, knowing you would be pissed if he didn't condition it but he rinsed it. You washed his hair as he held you up, lightly pulling at it as you rinsed it.  Using your hands to wash his skin, rubbing the tension out from his shoulders. He pressed his lips against your forehead before turning the water off and stepping out. 

"You don't have to apologize to me for being stressed Y/n.. You know that right?" Mattheo asked as his fingers brushed through the tangled mess of your hair. He was now on his back with you on his chest, even though you were mostly asleep you answered with a nod and hum. 

"I know there's something else going on.. I just want you to remember I'll be here when you are ready to talk. I will always be here Y/n, I'll always protect you." His soft voice was the last thing you heard as you fell into the darkness. Feeling completely relaxed and safe under the blankets wrapped in Mattheos arms. 

You slept wrapped in each other's arms that night. A silent dreamless sleep comforting both of you. The beat of your hearts as well as your breath synced with each other. Both on your side, your hands against his chest while his arms were wrapped around you.

One under your head keeping it tightly tucked under his chin, the other around your waist. Your legs tangled together. Every part of you that could be touching was. Had anyone walked in and seen you two,  they would never have thought you were 'just friends'.

Yandere Bambam cheating on Mark

You were on tour with the boys since Mark allowed you to go with him. You were in the same hotel room. You waited for Mark since they had a late night photo shoot. The television kept you occupied until you felt your eyelids get heavy and you fell asleep. Mark had gotten back with the boys laughing and pushing Bambam for making a sexual joke about you. He got back to the hotel and smiled lovingly at you sleeping. You had a long drive and day walking around with him so he was okay with you sleeping. Mark crawled into bed next to you to not wake you up and fell asleep as well turned away. It was late at night when your eyes fluttered open. 

You swore you felt lips on yours. You thought Mark was kissing you so you kissed back. A tongue slipped into your mouth and you lazily rubbed yours against the tongue invading your mouth. When you finally saw who it was Bambam smirked pressing his finger to his lips.  “Shh.” He whispered.

You wanted to yell and kick out Bambam but at the same time, you wanted to more. You know that it was wrong but it felt so good. Bambam slowly crawled on top of you rolling you on your back. He was like a lion slow and careful going to his prey.

“I know you want this kitten.” He whispered in your ear before trailing his soft lips down your jaw to your throat.

You let out a soft whimper. You did want it. You wanted all of it; your arousal was too much to stop. 

Mark moved half-asleep hearing your whimper; your heart beat a thousand beats per minute. You shut your eyes tight waiting for Mark to scream and kick you out but he just let out a sigh.

“You okay babe?” Mark mumbled in his sleep.

Bambam smirked down at you raising an eyebrow. He whispered against your neck. “Say something or he will be suspicious.”

“Yes, I just scratched myself by accident.” You spoke up. Your body feeling hot at the sin you were committing and Bambam’s lips on your neck still.

Mark chuckled. “Be careful sweetie.” 

That chuckle made your stomach churn. How could you be doing this to the sweetest man ever? Bambam growled feeling your hesitance. He leaned his head up pressing his lips against yours once again and slipped his hand down to feel your breast in his warm hand. The rings on his fingers cold against your skin. You wanted to whine at the feeling rubbing your thighs together needing something. 

“Bambam.” You whined softly.

Bambam smirked down at you slipping something out of his back pocket. It was the key card to his hotel room.

“Come with me. Come to my room and I will give you what you want.” He waved the card taunting.

You watch the card biting your lip then your eyes went to Mark’s sleeping form.

“However, if you come with me. If you take this. You are mine. My pet. To spoil, love, and fuck.” Bambam whispered holding up the card.

Night Out

A/N: i haven’t written anything in probably 3 years, am I coming back just because I watched the new Top Gun? Absolutely. This is so rusty, but I tried. I need a creative outlet 😂😂 also, this is not proof read at all so if it doesn’t make sense that’s why

Summary: you meet Rooster and there’s an immediate connection.

Warnings: smut, daddy kink, and somewhat of a breeding kink.

Your day at work was long, filled with unkind, impatient, and just terrible people. You would’ve cried and gone home if it weren’t for the fact it was a Friday night and you had already agreed to go out with your best friend. Something about putting on makeup and going to a bar after a bad day wasn’t necessarily a joyous process, but you were a people pleaser through and through.

“C’mon Y/N, you look hot. You already know the bar will be filled with all those hot, navy men after work. Time to get some military dick. There’s practically cobwebs in between your legs,” your best friend laughed. She knew you had a thing for a man in a uniform and it had been a long time since you had gotten any.

“I know, I know. I’m coming,” you groaned out. All you wanted to do was lay down in your bed and close your eyes, but that was not happening tonight.

Before you knew it, you were sitting alone at the bar while she was off with some man that she had just met. She had a way of doing that, just finding someone instantly without any trouble. You, on the other hand, sat at the bar, praying you looked mysterious and not like a total loser. You kept ordering drinks, hoping to distract yourself from the growing embarrassment in your stomach. One drink turned to two, two turned to three, and then four turned to six. Now you felt good, a little past tipsy, but not quite drunk. It was then that the alcohol hit your bladder.

It was on the way to the bathroom that you bumped into a very hot, very built man. His drink was thrown back onto his white tank top “I’m so sorry, these dang heels cause me to lose my balance. Or maybe that’s just me, I don’t know. I’m just so sorry, I’ve made you spill your drink. Now I’m rambling, i just need to shut up,” your words spilled out of your mouth before you could even stop them. You finally looked up at his face and it was a wonder your jaw didn’t hit the floor. He was smiling like it was no problem, while you were trying to clean his shirt with a nearby napkin.

“It’s okay darling, accidents happen,” he said with ease, his smirk obvious. He could see it in your eyes that you thought he was the hottest thing on Earth. “What’s your name? Are you here all by yourself?” He asked, praying that the answer would be yes and you didn’t have a boyfriend lingering around the corner.

“Y/N, my names Y/N. Yeah, well no and yes. My friend was here but now I can’t find her, so basically yes,” you rushed out, he was very attractive and you talked a lot when you got nervous. “What about you? What’s your name?” You answered. you wished that you could’ve said something more like ‘take me home and do whatever you want to me’ but you weren’t bold like that.

“My name’s Bradley, but all my friends call me Rooster,” he answered. You knew what that meant, he was a military man. You should’ve seen it coming, the muscles, the confidence, the mustache.

“Nice to meet you Rooster. sorry for spilling that on your shirt, but I’m about to pee myself,” you felt the liquor now, you giggled out your words and he moved over so he was no longer blocking the bathroom door. You relieved yourself and came back out where he was still waiting on you.

“What are you doing tonight Mrs. Y/N?” He asked while sipping the beer he had gotten while you were using the restroom.

“Hmmm, probably about to head home,” you answered, you needed to go home before you got too bad and you couldn’t walk, which you had to do since your friend abandoned you.

“Would you like me to give you a ride?” He asked. Your answer should be no, without a doubt. It was dangerous, he could be some like murderer who was going to chop you up in little pieces.

“Are you going to kill me?” You asked, with all seriousness. This man was too good to be true, of course his fatal flaw would be something like murder.

“No, no I’m not,” he laughed out, he knew if he didn’t get you home someone else would. Someone else who might want to hurt you.

So, with his answer, you stupidly accepted. Off into his car you went, you gave him your address and then you were on the way. You closed your eyes and before you knew it, you were home.

“Wake up Miss Y/N, we’re here” he lightly shook you awake. As much as he felt guilty about eyeing up a drunk woman, he couldn’t help but let his eyes drift to your chest that was practically popping out of your dress. You were too tired to notice.

“Thank you Mr. Rooster,” you yawned out, reaching for the door handle to get into your house.

“Before you go, put your number in my phone. I would like to see you sober next time, preferably,” he didn’t ask, he told you to put his number in your phone. And you did just that, you would love to see this man again.

Before you knew it, you were going out on a date with Rooster. Then, you were hanging out with each other for a month. You had gotten to know a lot about each other, but he had yet to make a move on you. He told you about his parents, and how much he had struggled as a child. You told him of your past and how you had ended up on the island.

You were beginning to grow worried that he didn’t find you attractive. It wasn’t until one night that you guys had gotten wine drunk after cooking at your apartment that you knew he did.

“You know, you’re very gorgeous Y/N,” Rooster slurred while resting his head on your shoulder. He picked up his head to look you in your eyes.

“You know, you’re very hot Rooster,” you dragged out your words back. His face slowly getting closer to yours, his gaze going back and forth between your lips and eyes.

“I want to kiss you,” he stated with finality.

“Then kiss me,” you retorted. And kiss you he did. His lips felt like a relief to you. They were soft, but his kiss was hard and intense. It was as if his lips were made for yours, like everything in your life hasn’t made sense till this very moment. The kiss became more intense as the seconds went on. One of his large and rough hands went to your face, while the other went to your waist. He seemed unsure of the boundaries, but you wanted him to touch you. You wanted to feel his hands all over you, you didnt want to know where he began and where you ended.

His lips left yours and he started kissing down you neck till he reached the neckline of your shirt, his eyes looked up to you as if he was asking for approval. You nodded your head, knowing what he wanted. What you wanted as well. He lifted your shirt over your head, revealing your chest. His eyes lit up like a little kid on Christmas. You had been preparing for this moment, you purposefully put on a black bra just in case this would happen. He was admiring your chest and you just wanted him to touch you.

“Come here, please,” your voice came out as a breath, a needy whine. This set a fire in him now, he knew you wanted him. Truly, wanted him. He pulled you back on to the couch, so now he was laying on top of you. This kiss was even more intense, he was now biting your lips and not just holding, but squeezing your boobs. It was all too much, too good, too real. He took a breath and lent down into your ear, “let me see all of you, Y/N. I need to see all of you,” he groaned as his hips pushed into yours. His bulge hitting your sweet spot.

“M’kay,” that was all you had to say as you were taking your bra off. He didn’t even give you a seconds notice before he was taking a nipple into his mouth, playing with it with his tongue. “Ahh,” the sensation went straight in between your legs and he knew it. You could feel the smile on his face as he continued. He sucked on your nipple for about a minute as you were writhing under him, the wetness in your underwear increasing by the second. It was too much, he had to stop. 

“Stop,” you breathed out and he did. “Why? Is something wrong? If you don’t want do this anymore it’s okay,” he rushed out. That’s not what you wanted at all. You crashed your lips into his mid sentence, stopping him from rambling on as you once had. In the middle of the kiss you flipped him around so now you were straddling his lap.

Now, you had him right where you wanted him. Kissing down his neck, you slowly got off the couch and onto your knees. You pulled away, looking at him expectantly. He knew what was to come. He tore his shirt off faster than you had ever seen anyone do before. Your hands reached out for his belt, taking it off with nervous fingers. What if you weren’t good at this anymore? What if he didn’t like what you had to offer? That didn’t matter, it couldn’t matter. You were going to do this.

You slowly pulled his pants down, revealing just how large his bulge was in his underwear. All you could manage was “oh my god,” under your breath. This man was already cocky enough, but by god that just amplified it by ten.

“C’mon baby, i know you can take it. Such pretty lips, it would be a shame for them to go to waste,” he said with such arrogance. You were all too distracted to really process what he was saying, too distracted to even feel the floor killing your knees. You were too focused on what was to come. It wasn’t till his hand came to your neck, guiding you down that you realized how transfixed you had been.

“Be a good girl, take it,” he whispered. That right there went straight to the spot between your legs. It caused you to take action. Your hands pulled his boxers down, revealing him in all his glory. And by god was it glorious, no wonder they called him Rooster. He had the cock to match. You kissed the tip, licking on it, sucking it. Taking your time before working your way down, you wanted to watch him squirm, watch him anticipate it.

His hands guided your head down more, pushing his cock all the way to the base of your throat. It stung, but you didn’t mind. It was all for him. “Oh, such a good girl for daddy,” he moaned out. You had no choice, you needed to be his good girl. You started to work for him now, bringing your hands into it. Sucking, licking, jerking him off. You wanted to be the best he ever had.

“Ohhh, so good,” he groaned. His hands pushing your head down even farther on his dick, now you began to choke on it. This caused him to push your head down even farther. you quickened your pace, trying to get him off even faster.

“S-stop,” was all he managed to mutter out, but you couldn’t stop now. You liked seeing him like this, so helpless. This caused you to go even faster. “Stop!” He said with more of a firmness now, “if you want me to fuck you, stop.”

You listened then, retracting your mouth from his dick. You looked him in the eyes as you did so, watching them drift off in the back of his head.

“Did I do a good job daddy?” You asked, with a sweetness that you knew would just get to him.

“The best, but now it’s time for me to put in the work sweet girl,” he responded. This caused you to get even more excited now. He picked you up onto his lap, “but if that’s gonna happen, I think it’s time for your sexy little shorts to go.”

He pulled them off without hesitation, without even asking you. You loved that, you had never ever seen him so demanding before. He reached to feel you through your underwear, “already so soaked and I haven’t even done anything,” he said with a cocky tone.

“You don’t have to, I just want you to fuck me,” you whispered in his ear, “just fuck me lieutenant Bradshaw.” you played on his obsession with power, knowing that would drive him crazy. He picked you up know, walking to your bedroom, throwing you down on your bed. He watched you from the edge of the bed, standing there, staring at your body. He dick was so hard, it looked painful.

“Who knew you would be so naughty, Y/N?” He teased. His hand went to his cock, rubbing it, jerking himself as you laid there helpless.

“Please,” you begged.

“Please? Please what?” He teased once again, still playing with himself. You gave up on him, getting up from your bed and kissing him hard. You pulled him onto the bed too, so now he was laying on top of you.

“Fuck me,” you said sternly, “or I will find someone else who will.”

“No,” was all he said as he took your panties off. He guided the tip of his cock up and down your folds, “you really think I would let someone else fuck you? No, not now. You’re mine Y/N, completely mine.” His tip grazed your hole as he was guiding his cock.

“C-condom?” Was all you could manage.

“No,” he stated, “you’ll have my babies if I want you to. No one will ever fuck you again, you’re mine.” It was as he said this, he found your hole and pushed in. His tip was sucked in by your walls.

“O-oh, fuck. Rooster,” you moaned out. He pushed himself in more, “too much, can’t take it. It’s too big,” you whined out.

“You’ll take it if I want you to take it,” that was his answer and it was final. He lifted you up and his hands guided your face to make you watch him invading you, slowly but surely you did. Although he talked a big game, he was not going to move till you indicated he could. He was so big and it was such a stretch.

“You took me so well, Y/N. Look, it fits perfectly. Feels so good, mmm” he praised you. You slowly squeezed on him, almost to get him moving but he wouldn’t budge until you gave him the go ahead. You slowly started moving your hips, but you were doing all the work while he stayed still. His head in-between your head and shoulder. He was planting kisses.

“Fuck me like you said you would,” you demanded.

“Okay, you’ll get what you want,” he said cockily, “you’re gonna take daddy’s dick so well, huh?” He said while slamming into you. It hurt as much as it felt good, “ohh,” you moaned out. It felt too good, you slowly started to crawl away. Trying to get away from the pleasure and pain.

“No,” he said as he dragged you back, “you wanted it and now you’re gonna take it. Gonna take my cock and cum, gonna fill you up so good,” he said as he pounded into you, it was too much. You couldn’t breathe it felt so good. All you could let out was stuttered breaths as he was pounding into you.

“Brad-Bradley,” you squeaked out.

“Not my name,” was all he said as his hand went to your throat, pulling your face to make eye contact with him. “Say it right, or don’t say it at all.”

“Daddy,” you moaned out. His dick was hitting all the right spots and one hand was circling your clit. You were on the brink of ecstasy as he was pounding into you, you began squeezing the life out of him. “I want you to cum in me, fill me up. I want everyone to know who I belong to,” you whispered in his ear.

He flipped you over. now your face was pressed into the bed, ass in the air, and his dick was so, so deep. Before you didn’t think he could go any further in you, but now it felt as if he were in your stomach.

You were letting out endless moans as he pounded into you, smacking your ass as he did. You could feel the sweat dripping off his face and landing on your back.

“Love seeing you like this darling, so full of me. Never seen somebody move like this before, never seen anything like you.” He praised you, getting you off even more. “You really want this dick, huh? Ass in the air just ready for it.”

“Mhmmm, only ready for you,” you groaned out, not even entirely sure he heard you. His hands left behind prints on your ass, as his mouth left behind marks on your neck.

“I can’t take much more daddy, I’m gonna explode,” you couldn’t even find the right words to describe it. It was so painful, but so good at the same time.

“Will you fill me up? Huh? Make me yours?” You questioned, teased him trying to make him finish faster.

“Yes baby, all mine,” he grunted. He wasn’t listening to you anymore, his eyes were focused on the way your ass jiggled as he pounded into you. You couldn’t even keep yourself up anymore, his hands were holding your hips as your whole body went limp.

It was too good, everything was too good to be true. “I-I’m done, i can’t,” you shouted as you came. You saw stars as he continued to relentlessly thrust into you. something about it was so primal, so real.

As you recovered from your high, he was still going. It was silent, no words. All you could hear was his grunts and your moans, plus the sounds of your bodies colliding. Your body couldn’t take much more and you wanted him to get off before you tapped out. Your body couldn’t do it twice, you would pass out if it did.

“Make yourself a daddy,” was all you had to say before he came in you. And cum in you he did, he released what felt like gallons into you. As he came, he continued to thrust into you, making sure his cum reached the deepest part it could. Even after he finished he stayed inside of you, making sure nothing would go to waste. He flipped you over to where you were laying on his chest and he was below you, still seated inside of you.

His breaths coming out shallow and quick, you felt as though you couldn’t speak after that. After ten minutes of silence and him playing with your hair, all you said was “this is gonna hurt tomorrow.”

“Oh, we’re not done sweetheart. That was just the beginning,” he responded kissing your head. You felt some excitement, but also some fear for your poor vagina tomorrow.

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four christmases

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Warnings:  Slight Violence, Angst, Fluff, Smut - Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Vaginal Sex, Slight Breeding Kink && SPOILERS

Word Count: 15,992

Description: CONTAINS MAJOR SPOILERS, PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT WATCHED THE FILM. You’ve been working for the Thrombeys for four years now, the last three years of your service being a glorified babysitter to the most annoying, self-absorbed, dickhead Hugh Ransom Drysdale. These are the four Christmases you’ve spent with the Thrombey/Drysdale clan during your times of service. 

A/N: This story is brought to you by season 4 of Schitt’s Creek and maybe 12 cups of coffee. It felt like it took forever to write, but I’m happy to bring it to you. This is the follow up for my other Ransom one-shot ‘the assistant’. I hope you guys like it! 

the assistant 

2018

What a fucking asshole. 

“You have to be there, it’s your job.” Ransom huffed indignantly. You rolled your eyes from the passenger seat of his beamer, tablet open in your lap as you scrolled through your sister’s amazon wishlist. 

“I have a family too Ransom. I can’t just abandon my own family on Christmas just because you can’t get along with yours.” His knuckles turned white against the gear shift. Nothing else mattered, only him it seemed, and his whining Mommy complex. 

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obsession (4)

pairing ➵ norman osborn x reader

summary ➵ after weeks of living at the osborn mansion, norman begins to show his softer side

warnings ➵ smut, thigh riding, oral (f receiving), fingering, soft sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, praise!kink

words ➵ 3062

other parts ➵ part one, part two, part three, part five

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It was strange staying with Norman, living at the Osborn Manor. That was if you could consider her arrangement as living there. It was something she still couldn’t wrap her head around. 

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Big Mistake- Pete “Maverick” Mitchell x Reader

warnings: AFAB reader (description of genitals and some gendered terms), alcohol consumption, (receiving) oral sex, teasing, hangman gets cucked, captain kink, slight angst, 18+ minors dni

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The Hard Deck is crowded, full of Navy officers and their friends. Amongst this group are the Top Gun pilots, crowded around the pool table, each with a drink in hand.

Rooster is bent over the wooden edge of the table, lining up his stick with the cue ball while Phoenix carefully observes her opponent. Fanboy, Payback, and Bob are involved in a conversation about work, and you and Hangman have been flirting for the past half hour.

Maverick watches the scene from the bar, nursing a beer that has warmed up significantly from his hand being wrapped around it. It’s not the fact that fraternization between team members is technically frowned upon, it’s the fact that Maverick thinks it should be him over there, charming you and making you laugh. 

He knows it’s inappropriate. He’s your captain, your teacher, and he’s far too old for you. You’re young and bright and vibrant, you don’t need to be brought down by someone like him. All logical thought leaves Maverick’s brain whenever he sees you, though. Your smile makes him question why he hasn’t made a move yet, your laugh makes his heart clench like nothing else has in a long time. He wants you, but he can’t have you. He can’t.

Maverick is brought out of his quiet sulking by your voice, now sounding much closer than before.

“Maverick?” you ask again, smiling when his eyes snap to yours after finally hearing you. “You alright?”

Maverick clears his throat before taking a sip of his lukewarm beer. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good,” he gives you a tight-lipped smile.

He notices that you have two glasses on the bar in front of you. One, your usual drink, and the other, a scotch, neat. Hangman’s drink. Maverick can’t let this go; can’t let you go. It may be unprofessional, but he couldn’t live with the fact that he gave up his chance just for you to end up with the douchier version of his younger self.

You’re just about to pick up the drinks and walk back to the table before Maverick speaks. “I need to talk to you,” he says, a little rushed as if he surprised himself with his words. You frown a bit and put the drinks back down on the bar. You sit beside him on the plush bar stool and wait for him to explain. “You can’t date Seresin.”

You stare at him blankly for a moment, trying to comprehend. “What are you talking about?”

“I saw you two over there. I can tell that you’re interested in him, but he’s not good for you.”

“What’s wrong with him?” you ask, and you know the irony in asking that because there are a few obvious red flags with the pilot, but you want Maverick to explain himself.

“He’s… a womanizer. He’s slept with every female pilot that’s been through the program since he joined.”

You almost laugh. You never expected Maverick’s to be such a hypocrite. He has a reputation; everyone has heard about his relationship with an official back when he was in Top Gun, and Penny has told you the story of their fleeting affair back in the day.

“Oh,” you say simply, not quite sure how to react. It’s clear he has a motive for not wanting you to be with Hangman, but you’re not sure if it’s for the reason you think.

“I’m sorry, Y/n, but I thought it was better to let you know before you found out on your own. You’re a good person, you deserve better.”

Maverick didn’t really mean that you deserve better. Of course, you did, but he meant that you deserve him.

You give a small chuckle. “And where would I find better?”

“Well… there’s lots of pilots if that’s your type.”

“Aren’t all pilots the same, though?”

“To some degree. It takes them a little while to grow out of it.”

Maverick swears he saw something shift in your eyes, but it could just be wishful thinking.

“When I find a seasoned pilot who’s grown out of their ego, I’ll let you know,” you laugh as you pick up the drinks again, your gaze lingering on him for a moment before turning around.

He watches as you return to the high-top table that you were sitting at with Hangman. He takes his drink from your hand, letting his fingers, wet from the condensation, brush against yours. Years ago, Maverick would’ve been seething with jealousy, but now, he’s kicking himself for letting you get away.

Maverick doesn’t realize he’s staring. He doesn’t mean to, and especially doesn’t mean to get caught by Hangman. Their eyes meet over your shoulder, and for a split second, a smirk appears on Hangman’s lips, but it’s not his usual look. He’s gloating, silently from across the room, that he got the girl and edged out his instructor.

Hangman sends Maverick a wink before returning his attention back to you, and Maverick can’t ignore the frustration buzzing under his skin.

A while later, you excuse yourself to the restroom. You pass the bar on the way, and Maverick catches your eye. You give him a look that seems to him to say follow me. He prays that he’s not reading this wrong.

He swallows a mouthful of his beer, cringing at the temperature, but hoping it’d give him the edge of confidence he so desperately needs right now. Goddamn, he’s out of practice.

He waits a few minutes before taking the same path you took to the bathroom. He takes a deep breath and pushes open the door that’s marked Ladies. He finds you fixing your makeup in front of the mirror, looking at him in the reflection. Maverick gives you an easy smile once he deems this the right move, and he suddenly feels a lot less nervous. This is something he can do.

“What are you doing here, Maverick?” you ask, turning around and leaning against the counter. He steps closer to you, and just when you think he’s going to stop, he crosses the line of professional. He’s in your space, closer than he’s ever been, and you feel your heart race like you’re in the cockpit of a plane.

“I’m trying to save you from making a big mistake with that younger guy,” he says, fighting a smirk.

“So I can go on to make a bigger one with an older guy like yourself?”

“Maybe…” There’s nothing Maverick loves more than someone who can compete with him, or at least attempt to do so. He sees a lot of himself in you, the better parts mostly, and he knows you love this dance just as much as he does. “Only if you’d call sleeping with your instructor a mistake,” he jokes.

“So what, we’re just going to drop down on the tile and go at it?” you ask, gesturing to the floor that isn’t exactly clean.

“Actually, I had this counter in mind,” he smiles, a full grin that you can’t help but match. “It could be very comfortable.”

“We’re not having sex in here,” you say.

“But we will somewhere else?” he asks, placing his hand on the counter next to your hip and leaning in.

“This is highly inappropriate, Captain. You should know better than to try to sleep with students,” you say instead of answering his question.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m a dirty old man. I’ve come to terms with it,” he says, not ashamed at all. “But I can treat you right.”

You fully anticipate going home with Maverick tonight. You can’t be blamed; the man is the best of the best, a renowned pilot and your instructor. Sure, he may have an ego that he hasn’t quite grown out of yet, and he’s downright cocky when it comes to things like this, but it’s not without reason. He’s good looking and more charming than anyone you’ve ever met. Hangman can’t compete, and that’s why he hates Maverick.

“How do I know you won’t be selfish like all the other egotistical, arrogant pilots?” you ask, continuing to play hard to get because you love the chase, and he seems to love chasing.

“Sweetheart…” he leans even closer, his lips mere inches away. “I’m not like other pilots, I don’t think I have to remind you of that.”

The pet name makes your shiver, eliciting a feeling Hangman certainly has never given you even with his excessive use of them.

“No you don’t, sir,” you respond. “Let’s get out of here.”

Maverick grins, pearly white teeth practically blinding you. “I thought you’d never ask.”

“I wasn’t asking,” you smirk.

He lets you go first, then follows behind you from a short distance away. It’s not the most covert move he’s made, but to the casual onlooker, they wouldn’t notice where he came from or who he had been. Unfortunately, Hangman wasn’t a casual onlooker, and had caught Maverick’s eye from across the room. Maverick gave him a wink like he had received earlier, and Hangman looked ready to shatter the glass in his hand.

You ignore the pilot seething at your table and push open the door to the bar. Maverick’s bike is parked in front and he laughs when he sees you hesitate.

“What’s wrong? Never been on a motorcycle before?” he teases.

“No I haven’t,” you roll your eyes.

He puts up the kickstand and swings his leg over the bike, the muscles in his thighs flexing as he does.

“Come on, it’s not that different from flying,” he grins as he gestures to the spot on the seat behind him.

You sit down and realize there’s not much room to keep your distance. Your chest is flush against his solid back, and you realize this is the closest you have ever been to him. He’s warm, heat radiating off of him and it makes you want to get even closer. You wrap your arms around his waist, and you feel a small patch of skin where his shirt has been pushed up.

He pulls out of the parking lot and in true Maverick fashion, speeds off down the road. You’ve gone fast, of course; you’re a pilot. But there’s something about feeling the wind in your hair and your body against his that fills you with adrenaline even more than the speed.

You’re at his place in a few short minutes. It’s a small house that he’s renting, just big enough for a single guy and whoever he brings home. Today, that’s you.

He leads you inside and through the house, not bothering to give you a tour. The only place you need to know is the bedroom, and you’re about to become well aquatinted with it.

Before you could really look around, Maverick is closing the door and pushing you up against it. His knee slots between your legs, pinning you in place, and his hands are on your waist. His lips crash against yours in a messy, heated kiss. The feeling of touching him like this, like he’s desperate for you despite all of his composure, ignites a fire inside you.

His hot breath comes out in pants when the kiss finally breaks. He’s holding you close, gripping your tightly like you’re going to disappear right before his eyes if he lets go. You can feel the bruises appearing on your hips underneath where his fingers dig into you, and you know you’ll be able to feel the reminder of him long after you part ways.

Maverick moves his knee up higher so your core is pressed to high thigh. You involuntarily roll your hips against it, seeking any friction to give yourself some relief. Before you could continue to move, Maverick is pressing your hips into the door, immobilizing you.

“Maverick,” you breath, your voice coming out more desperate and whiney than you were anticipating.

“Be patient, sweetheart,” he smirks. “I’ll give you what you need.”

“Yeah, after teasing me until I can’t take it, right?” you huff.

Maverick’s face splits into a grin and he lets up on your hips. Before you coukd take advantage of your new-found freedom, he is tugging you by your arm over to the bed. He backs you against it, but your legs hit the mattress and you fall backwards onto of it. Looking up, you see the wild look in Maverick’s eyes. He’s looking at you like a target, like you’re a challenge, a competition that he is determined to win.

“Tell me what you want,” he says, looking down at you with a smug smile.

“You know what I want.”

“I do,” he grabs your legs and spreads them so he has room to stand between them. “But I want to hear you say it.”

“I thought you said you grew out if your ego?”

He grins, his eyes full of mischief and pure hunger. “I guess some things don’t change.”

Maverick leans over your body, his chest just barely touching yours and his lips brushing your ear. His teeth scrape against your neck, then followed by his tongue that leaves a hot, wet trail over your skin. Your back arches and your chests touch, and you’re certain that he can feel your heart beating.

His hand slides up your shirt, his calloused hands hot against your skin thats cooled by the air in the room. You pull it over your head to give him more room to work, then Maverick slides down your body so he’s even with your exposed stomach. He looks up at you through his lashes, an action that makes him look both innocent and devious at the same time. He peppers kisses on your skin, starting at the bottom of your ribs, trailing down past your navel.

“I don’t think Hangman would tease me this much,” you chuckle, an airy noise that’s followed by a whimper when Maverick nips the skin above your waistband.

“You know that’s not true, sweetheart. I’m being generous.”

His lips, teeth, and tongue caress your stomach as his fingers work open the button of your pants. You lift your hips to help him get them and your panties down, and he slides them off and tosses them somewhere across the room. His eyes seem to glaze over at the sight of your pussy, filled with pure desire.

Roughly, he grabs your thigh and hooks your knee over his shoulder. He’s a breath away from you now, but he’s still looking up at you, asking for permission. You nod and give a quiet yes, and that’s all he needs. He licks a long, slow stripe up your pussy, from your entrance to your clit. He hums while he does it, enjoying the taste of you. When he goes back down, your body jerks and he chuckles, although muffled, at how responsive you are.

You slide your hand into his hair and he takes that as encouragement to continue. He eats you out like he’s starving, running his tongue over every inch and savoring your taste. After a particularly hard suck to your clit, your hand tightens in his hair, gripping his short locks. Maverick can’t help the groan that comes out, and now it’s your turn to laugh at how responsive he is.

He pulls away from you slightly, just enough that he can look up at you. Your hand is still tight in his hair and you’re more desperate than ever, pussy leaking with desire for your captain. When he moves to stand, you let go of your hold. He pulls his white t-shirt over his head and leaves it on the floor. His tanned abs and chest are all you can focus on, and you wonder in the back of your mind if his skin is really as warm as it looks.

“I need you to fuck me, Maverick,” you say, less breathless now that he’s given you a moment to regain your footing. He grins, satisfied and smug that he finally has you like this.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he says, walking over to the nightstand. He retrieves a condom and tosses it on the bed before undoing his jeans and kicking them off, his boots having been removed when you were distracted.

He notices your staring, and in true pilot fashion, he shows off. He stands, just in boxer-briefs, and lets you take in the sight of him. His legs are equally as tan as his chest, and you can see a band of slightly lighter skin peaking out from above his waistband. The waistband that is acting as a barrier between you and what you so desperately need.

You’ve been quiet for a few minutes, having not responded to him after being distracted by his physique, but it doesn’t stop you from saying, “I wasn’t asking.”

He laughs as he sheds his boxers, finally revealing his hard cock that you’ve dreamt about getting your hands (among other things) on since your first class at Top Gun.

He unwraps the condom and rolls it down his length, then strokes himself a few times as he moves you into the position he wants. He rolls you into your stomach, then pulls you towards the foot of the bed. He knees between your legs and grabs a pillow, his pillow, to place underneath your hips.

The new angle makes you feel more exposed, especially with the heavy weight of his eyes on you. With two fingers, the rubs your pussy, and he slicks his cock with the arousal he gathered. He moves closer to brush his tip through your folds, and you let out a quiet moan at the contact.

“You sure about this?” Maverick asks, more to tease you than genuinely concerned that you were unsure.

“Yes, Captain,” you groan in frustration.

The use of his rank has more of an affect than you were expecting, and before you know it, he’s pushing into you. You feel the slow stretch of his cock inside you, and he feels so big that you were almost relieved when you felt his thighs press against the back of your own.

He wraps his arm around your middle and holds you to him, not moving even the slightest bit yet. Just taking in the feeling of you: hot, tight, wet, and better than he could have ever dreamed of.

“Fuck,” he whispers, quiet enough that it wasn’t meant for you to hear.

You move first by gently rolling your hips and pressing back on him. That bit of friction is enough to reignite his fire, and he starts to rock with you.

After a short while of gentle, minimal movement, he begins to fuck you like he promised. Thrusting into you with long, deep strokes that you can feel in your stomach, Maverick takes his time to bring you pleasure.

It’s a slow build as he fucks you, like a volcano that’s been bubbling under the surface, gaining pressure until it’s violent eruption. Each stroke makes you tighten your hands in his sheets until the skin of your knuckles are stretched taught.

“Oh, fuck!” you moan when Maverick shifts slightly to hit a new angle.

“That’s it, sweetheart, let me hear you,” he praises.

His one arm is firmly around your middle, keeping you stable while his hand presses into your side. His grip is tight, not as much as yours, but enough to leave a faint bruise in the morning. His other hand trails over your back, shoulders, and the sides of your neck that make your body break out in goosebumps.

He holds into the back of your neck, squeezing slightly with a firm, almost comforting grip. You feel yourself nearing your edge, and with the way he is groaning in your ear, you know he can feel it too.

“God, baby, you’re squeezin’ me so good,” he says, voice gruff in your ear. His works make your skin tingle and your pussy clench. You want to hear him praise you like this forever.

“I’m close,” you breath out, your voice a soft whine.

Maverick keeps up his pace, fucking into you hard and deep. The coil in your lower stomach tightens and tightens, threatening to snap.

“Who’s fucking you like this, sweetheart? Who’s making your cum on their cock?” he rasps.

“Fuck,” you whimper, “You are, Maverick.”

When you cum a hot, tingling feeling shoots throughout your body. The scorching heat of pleasure builds behind your eyes and tears spill over, down your cheeks.

“Say it,” he whispers, and in the throes of your orgasm, he sounds distant.

“You’re making me cum, Captain,” you slur, words running together.

His chest his pressed flush against your back now, and as he cums, he sinks his teeth into your shoulder. Even through the condom, you can feel his hot cum spilling out, and it makes your body temperature rise even more.

As you come down from your high, you vaguely register then sounds of his heavy breathing in your ear and the dull ache in your shoulder. You let out a small giggle when Maverick pulls with a groan. He throws out the condom, then joins you again on the bed.

You roll over so you’re laying face to face, and from this close, you can see all the fine lines and wrinkles that show his age. His soft like this, comfortable, so unlike the captian that is about to lead a team of Navy pilots into a suicide mission.

“Hey,” you say quietly.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he replies with a grin, but its not the cocky, self assured look you’re used to. It’s kind, genuine, happy.

“Should I…?” you start, motioning towards the door. His brows furrow, the crease between them deepening.

“No, I want you to stay.” His arm wraps around your waist and pulls you closer to him so you couldn’t leave even if you wanted to. “I’m not gonna let you go.”

You smile softly and your eyes fall closed as you feel the exhaustion from the day’s activities catching up with you.

“I’m glad you saved me from a night with Hangman, you joke, and he smiles but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“I didn’t…” he pauses. “I wasn’t just being selfish. I really do like you,” he confesses, and it warms your heart to see him this vulnerable.

“I like you too, Maverick.”

He chuckles. “I just couldn’t stand the thought of you and Seresin together. You deserve better.”

“And that’s you?” you tease, poking him in the ribs, making him squirm.

“It can be… if you’ll have me.”

You pretend to think about it like your heart isn’t racing in your chest.

“I’ll give you a chance,” you smile. “You’re not too bad for an old man.”

He raises his eyebrows at that. “Old man? Sweetheart, I’m pretty sure I just showed you that I can still keep up.”

“Maybe you’ll have to show me again.”

This is how it should be. You and Maverick, sharing the same breath and feelings for each other in private, away from any judgment and danger. This is the happiness that Maverick has been searching for, and if he doesn’t return from the mission in a few days, at least he would have found some peace in the chaos.

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Just This Once (M)

Group/Member: GOT7/Yugyeom

Genre: Cat!Yugyeom Smut

Summary: You were lonely, needy and definitely weren’t in your right mind when you end up online buying a hybrid sex friend for a night.

Words: 3,331

A/N: Yugyeom as a naught kitty cause why not!?Also why am I such a sucker for this freaking Maknae? Someone come and collect my needy ass, pls.

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You knew it was a bad idea the moment you hit the submit button, but somehow your brain lost against your womanly need. You eyes wonder over the ‘Thank You for your submission’ note written largely on the white screen. Your logical part of your brain was slowly making its self know as you think over what you had just done. You quickly try cancelling your submission as a light sweat gathers against your forehead in pure shock.

“No, come on!” Your hands dance along the keys but there was no way to cancel what you had just done.

You sit staring blankly at your laptop screen until a light buzz sounded next to you. Your eyes slowly follow the sound to your phone which softly vibrates against your hardwood counter. ‘My Husband’ is shining brightly on the phone screen as you hit the green answer button lifting the small device to your ear.

“Y/N~ Guess what I did!” A cheery voice rings as you stifle a laugh. “There’s no telling with you Kookie.” You state back making a fake gasp fall through the phones speaker. “You’re right.” He mumbles backs. “But come on aren’t you even going to guess?” You let your mind wonder as you think of anything that your best friend could of done, but your mind goes blank as your eyes wonder back to your laptop screen. “It probably isn’t as extreme as what I just did.”

A long “ohhh?” sounded in your ear as Jeongguk lets out a skeptical chuckle. “Tell me, what did my cute innocent Y/N do? Did you purposely forget to brush your teeth after you ate lunch!? So scandalous.”

You let out a scoff at his guess making his harmonious laugh run through the phone. “I’ll have you know that I don’t brush my teeth after every meal.” You say trying to sound more fierce? But instead you sound like a small obedient bunny. “My Y/N is so cute~” Jeongguk coos through the phone making you close to hanging up on him. “I’m not cute! And if you must know I bought a dominate hybrid online for uhhh.. personal reasons…” As soon as the words fall from your lips your cheeks heat up at the actual thing you had just did minutes prior.

The line is dead silent for what seems like minutes until Jeongguk softly speaks “You did what?” You let out a loud groan as you softly bang your head against the hardwood countertop. “Don’t make me repeat it.” You mumble out as Jeongguk’s laugh again fills your ear. “Waa~ my Y/N bought a sex friend” He screams as his sentence is followed by more laughs. “You totally beat me Y/N-ah! I just got us some tickets for ‘Wicked’ live but wow!” Your head picks up at the statement a large smile falling across your face. You had wanted to see Wicked live for so long. “You got tickets!? Kookie how?”

“I’m just awesome like that. Anyway, enough about that. What about you and your umm friend?” And there goes your smile as you lay your head back to the countertop. “I don’t want to talk about it.” You mumble just as a small knock on your door makes you sit upright in fear. There was no way. You had submitted your submission only minutes prior… that was impossible. “Y/N?” Jeongguk’s voice asked in your ear as your eyes are glued to your front door another round of knocks being heard.

“Kook, I think… I think he’s here.” You softly mumble as you stand from your seat. “What? Go get it babe!” You mentally groan as you shake your head. “N-No I don’t think I-I want to.” You say softly back. “Come on~ You paid for it! Call me later with the deats!” You again shake your head as the stranger now presses the doorbell. “No Kook, pleas-”

“Bye~” A small click is heard before the phone falls silent. You silently curse as you look down at what you’re wearing. A pair of pajama shorts and a big t shirt with your hair thrown up in a messy bun, you couldn’t of been more unflattering even if you tried. You let out a strangled breath before slowly pattering to your door and stopping to look through the peep hole. You could see wide broad shoulders covered with a dark black sweater. You gulp once before calming your breathing and pulling the door open.

Your eyes are faced with the same broad shoulders as before. Slowly you look up and soon are met with golden brown crescent eyes that reminded you of a cats. He softly smiles at you as your eyes fall over his features making you blink at how beautiful this man actually was. He had light brown hair hidden under a black beanie, his lips were a bright pink and lightly plump bringing out his golden brown eyes. You noticed a small freckle under is right eye and even a small cross earring hanging from his ears.

“You’re Y/N? Right?” He asked as his eyes ghosted quickly over your face. He was so beautiful that he had you speechless so you slowly nod. He smiled, showing his perfect white teeth making you rub your eyes and make sure this was an actual thing that was happening. “I’m Yugyeom, it’s nice to meet you.” He takes one hand out of his tight black jeans and outstretches it to you. You quickly rub your sweaty hands against your shirt and shyly grasp his hand. “N-Nice to meet you too.. um come in please.” You stutter out as you pull away and open the door wider so Yugyeom could step inside.

He smiles softly before stepping through the threshold and into your small apartment. You let out a small breath as you shut the door and follow him into your living room. “Nice, place. Do you go to college?” Was he trying small talk? You lightly laugh at the thought and nod your head. “Yeah I go to Seoul University. I’m studying abroad for a few years.” Your voice is surprisingly strong and you applaud yourself. Yugyeom smiles nodding his head as his eyes wonder around your room.

“Umm.. so anyway. I really never done anything like this before, so..” You stutter out making your inner self hit you again. “What? Sex?” He asked and your face flustered a bright red color. You quickly shake your head a small awkward laugh falling from your lips. “N-No I’ve had sex it’s just I never-” “Hired someone?” He finished for you making you both relieved and embarrassed. Your face still a bright red you slowly nodded. “it’s okay, I’ve never hired anyone either.” You look up at him smiling at you. Was he trying to make a joke? You lightly smile as your eyes wonder down to your hands.

Your brain then slowly recovers something from your submission as you look up at Yugyeom again, his eyes trained on you. You blink at his intense state before awkwardly mumbling “So you’re a-a hybrid?” God you had to be the most awkward person in the whole world. You hear a small chuckle as he nods his head. He then lifts his hands to slowly pull his black beanie away from his head to show two brown cat ears. Your eyes widen as a smile falls over your face. “You can touch them if you want.” He says and your face instantly flashes red again. “Go on, I don’t bite… yet.” He says and you gulp feeling his words hit you down lower. He smirks as he walks to you slowly sliding down to his knees in front of you so his head was in reaching distance to you. You softly bite your lips as you hesitantly reach out and run your hands over his soft ears. You see his eyes slowly close as you lightly pet his head and ears.

You feel his hands slowly trace over your back thighs making small shivers fall down your spine. You look down to see Yugyeoms eyes fixed on yours as he slowly moves forward to leave a soft kitten kiss on your clothed stomach. He smiles softly as his hands run farther up your legs until they rested on your hips. Slowly he pulls the large t shirt you’re wearing up to reveal a small sliver of flesh just above the waist band of your pajama shorts. His eyes are fixed with yours as he leans in again kissing the exposed skin leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Your hands fall as he stands a good few feet above you. He slowly walks forward pushing you back until you feel the cool wall behind you. “No running away from me now Miss. Y/N.” He said deeply trapping you in with his arms. A shiver runs up your spine at his words before his quickly leans in pressing his lips hard and fast against yours.

A small whimper falls from you as he pushes his body flushed against yours as he grabs your hands pinning them above your head. His mouth quickly leaves yours and starts leaving small sloppy wet kisses over your neck and shoulder. You feel his teeth bite over your neck making you jump at the contact. “I warned you I bite, Miss Y/N.” He chuckled against your skin as his teeth bit at the flesh again. His bites and kisses slowly fall south as he releases your hands to fall back to his knees, taking your shirt off as he went. His eyes scan over all the new exposed flesh with excitement as he smiles his tongue poking out as he licks a long strip up your stomach. Your hands run through his brown hair again making his eyes close as he reaches the band of your pajama shorts.

He lightly laughs.“I like your shorts, Very cute~” He coos to you as your face flushes red at your penguin pj shorts. “I-I didn’t have enough time to change.” You stutter out making him smile. “Good, I like you like this. So cute and innocent.” He says as he leans forward biting your inner thigh making you let out a small squeal. He laughs at your reaction before standing back up grabbing your thighs fiercely and lifting you up. Your legs wrap around him as he carries you down the hallway to your bedroom after you had instructed where it was.

His eyes wonder around the room laughing at all your nick nacks making you blush again. “So cute, Y/N-ah.” He says before forcefully pushing you on your bed and hovering over you kissing you hungrily. You let a small moan fall from your lips as your hands once again go to his hair softly pulling on the strands. His hands roam softly over your body until they find your bra clasp. He pulls away as he unclasp you bra and throws it off somewhere in your room before diving in to your chest while keeping eye contact. You blink flustered as his lips leave your chest to slowly fall to your stomach and finally stopping again at your god awful penguin shorts. “I think it’s time to part from your penguins” He says making you laugh lightly as he grabs the waistband before shimmying them down your thighs and legs throwing them off with your bra. You had then noticed how exposed you were while Yugyeom was still fully dressed.

Before he could lean back to your center you lean up grabbing his head in your hands and kiss him, hard. He lets out a small moan as your teeth graze his bottom lip biting softly. Your hands softly traveled down his chest until you grasp the end of his black sweater pulling it quickly and forcefully over his head. You break the kiss to eye his toned porcelain chest, your hand slowly run along his stomach. “Did anyone tell you how beautiful you are Yugyeom.” He lets out a long growl as you slowly ghost over his growing bulge in his tight jeans. Quickly you’re pushed back down to the bed as he grabs your panties not wasting anytime and tearing them right off you. Your eyes wide gasping as he throws the remainders of your favorite lace panties to the floor.

You have no time to voice your opinion as Yugyeom quickly dives into your center. You let out a long moan as his tongue slowly licks up your folds. His eyes find yours as he teases you with small kitten licks. “Y-Yugyeom please.” You whine out as he chuckles not giving you what you want. His tongue continues its torture as you feel his long finger slowly glide up your entrance. “What is it that you want Miss. Y/N?” He asks his voice deep as he pulls away to look at you, his finger still slowly gliding your folds. “You’re fingers, please, Yugyeom.” You whine back making him smile. “Well since you asked so nicely.” He says as his finger finally pushes in you making your hips fly towards him. His free hand quickly pushes your hips down as he slowly pumps his finger in and out at a slow pace.

“More, Yugyeom.” You moan out making him tisk. “You’re very needy aren’t you Miss Y/N.” He replied as he makes his pace even slower, if that was possible. You let out a long whimper making him smile. “Please.” He slowly quickens his pace making you moan out. “I can’t say no to you, Miss Y/N.” He growls as he quickly pumps his finger adding another one making your head fall back and your hips buck even more to match his quick pace. You feel a small knot in your lower stomach as your orgasm slowly approaches but before you even had a chance to register it Yugyeom pulls back. You let out a whine making him chuckle as he leans forward hovering back over you. You let your eyes wonder over his face as he lifts his hand slowly sucking on it making a tint fall across your cheek.

He smiles as he pops his finger out and then leans forward kissing you deeply. You hear his throaty moan as he slowly grinds against you. His bulge is hard as it presses against your lower abdomen with slow ragged thrusts. Your hands run down his chest and stomach until they reach the button of his jeans. You quickly unbutton them and unzip the zipper pulling them and his boxers down enough to let his member free. He lets out a growl as his now free member rubs against you, but it isn’t enough. He quickly stands removing both his boxers and jeans as you finally catch glimpse of his long brown tail. You don’t have a chance to ask much on it as he, again, quickly hovers over you and slowly rubs the head of his dick against your entrance.

You hear his breathy moans as he pushed slowly into you fully. You yourself let out a loud moan at the contact before it is concealed with Yugyeoms lips. Your hands fly to his back as he pulls out and then slams back in making you cry out in pleasure. “You like that Miss Y/N? Tell me, how much you like it?” He growls in your ear as you moan again loudly as he thrusts again. “That’s it, scream for me.” He whispers and you can’t help the loud moans and screams from your lips as Yugyeom continues to slowly pull out and quickly and roughly push in. Your nails scratch his back as his head digs in the small of your shoulder.

Soon you feel the familiar knot rising up. You quickly wrap your legs around Yugyeom making him groan and quickly pull out and in now. You shut your eyes as your orgasm takes ahold of you throwing you over the edge. Yugyeoms thrusts start to slowly get unbalanced, ragged breaths falling from his lips as you feel him twitch and cum inside you. His body slowly starts to still as both of you come down from your highs. His head comes to rest on yours as he pulls away from your shoulder. You slowly look over his features again, his golden crescent eyes with a small freckle under his right eye. His pink plump lips, now lightly swollen from kissing, and his brown kitten ears laying atop his head. He sees you staring and chuckles lightly before saying “Staring is rude.” Your eyes fall back to his as your cheeks darken. “I-I wasn’t staring.. I was admiring.” He laughs at you before softly shaking his head. “So cute Y/N-ah~” You scoff as you push him off making him laugh more.

You quickly gather up your comforter hiding your naked body as Yugyeom stands pulling on his discarded clothes. Was that it? Sex and then he leaves right away? You would of liked to cuddled or something.. Damn you should of read the fine print. “You’re leaving?” You asked and completely regretted it the moment it left you mouth. You could practically hear how needy your voice sounded. Yugyeom throws on his black sweater as he looks at you with a small smirk. “Do you want me to stay Miss Y/N?” He asked making you shrug. He smiles as he slowly crawls up your body until his face was inches from yours. “I’m usually not suppose to, but I’ll make an exception with you Miss Y/N.” You blink a few times taking in his response as your phone vibrates somewhere on the floor.

His eyes scan the floor for the source’s sound until he picks up your phone a frown on his face. “You should get it.” He said handing it to you. You’re confused until you see ‘My Husband’ written on the screen. Your face burns as you answer the phone bringing it to your ear.

“Y/N-ah! So? How was he?” You hear Jeongguks voice ask as you mentally curse him. “I can’t talk right now.” You mumble out. “Oh? Did I interrupt? Are you still going at it? Damn!” You let out a groan as you mumble a 'I’ll call you later’ and hang up. You let out a sigh as you look up to see Yugyeom no longer standing in your room. Oh god, did he leave? You quickly find your shirt and shorts not worrying about undergarments, seeing as he had torn them up, as you quickly walk to your living room. Yugyeom’s leaning against the door, hands in his pocket and eyes casted to his feet. “H-He isn’t my husband.” You say making him look up at you.

“He’s my best friend, we just have our name like that in each others phone.” You clarify making him shrug. “Why would you explain that to me?” Your face runs red again and you slowly look down to your feet. “I-I just didn’t want you to misunderstand.” He lets out a small chuckle before saying “It’s none of my business.” You softly nod your head. “Anyway, I should go.” Your head flys back to his as you see him now fully dressed; beanie, shoes, everything. “You’re leaving? I-I though that- Uh.. never mind.” You say not wanting to be needy again. His eyes run over your body stopping at your God awful penguin shorts making him let out a deep breath before he kicks off his shoes and walks slowly over to you. You look up at him as he stands near you his hand running softly over your cheek.

“Fine, you and your cute penguin shorts are an exception.” You smile at him before he leans forward trapping you lips with his. “Just this once.” He whispered against your lips, but somehow both of you knew it wasn’t just a one time thing.

Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell ch.1

Summary: When you were ten, Taehyung adopted you and gave you a home. Now that you’re eighteen, the sudden change in your scent perplexes and confounds him.

Pairing: wolf hybrid!tae x human!reader (all bts members are hybrids)

Warnings: smut | talk of ownership (reader is tae’s pet human) | (eventual) daddy long legs syndrome | masturbation (m) | tae is conflicted

Word count: 10.5k

A/N: here it is!! I hope you enjoy it and tell me what you think; I was really unsure about writing this, especially at the beginning. Edit: I will not be doing a taglist, so please don’t ask. Thank you!

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