Imagine The Reader Already Dated "Falcão" Before The Cobra Kai And Started To Be Bothered By His Changed

The Photo (M)

Pairing: Kim Yugyeom x Reader

Word Count: 4.1k (I’m sorry)

Warnings: Dom!Yugyeom, situations without obvious consent, bad writing, too much plot I’m sorry I can’t stop

Summary: You and your friend manage to get tickets to see Got7 perform. Even better, you get tickets to meet the band.

A/n: First off, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I love stories with multiple parts. I’m sorry I’ve never written a fic yet that has an actual entire sex scene and I’m sorry I LOVE PLOT. I can’t stand fics that skip right to the meat. I need a little background here. SO I’M SORRY, SUE ME.

You thought buying tickets was the stressful part. Waking up early, setting up any and every machine that could access the internet. You had even enlisted the help of your friends to sit and wait online for the tickets to drop, crossing every finger and toe and wishing upon a star that you or one of your friends would be lucky enough to nab two tickets. Thankfully, to some higher entity, you were lucky enough, and managed to get two tickets to see Got7 live. You were even more than lucky though, you were one of the luckiest, as you managed to get you and your friend VIP package tickets to meet the band, get a signed poster, and a photo with the members. Only a select few tickets had this benefit, and the painful number deducted from your bank account showed you were one of them.

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satisfaction

♡ a/n: i couldn't answer the request directly but here it is-- and you guys know i love harry but yk... smut <3

♡ pairing: draco malfoy x fem!reader

♡ 1: do you think of me when you touch yourself?

♡ 24: has he ever touched you like this?

♡ 26: were you masturbating?

harry potter was one of the kindest people you'd ever met. the way he treated you was like royalty and you truly did think he deserved the world-- but you couldn't bring yourself to love him. every time you had sex with harry, you shamefully thought about draco malfoy instead. you were one of the many girls infatuated with the slytherin prince but what good reason could you have to throw away a good relationship over a fantasy? none. and that's what you told yourself every time you found yourself thinking of him-- the latest being tonight. a potion gone wrong in class by none other than draco malfoy had prompted you to skip out on dinner to take a shower and get the melted mystical ingredients out of your hair. you made yourself presentable as you were going to meet harry afterwards but sat on your bed and thought about draco again. his grey eyes had widened when his potion spat at you and he apologised. that's right, apologised. it's basic human decency yet all you could fucking think about was letting him pin you down and ruin you. looking at the time, you gave in and laid back and trailed your fingers between your legs, underneath your skirt. you circled yourself, about to touch yourself to the wrong person when the door flew open and you screamed.

draco was standing in your doorway, blushing heavily and his eyes darted to your hand, making you yell and throw a pillow at him. "turn around you bloody git!" you cried. "i just came to see if you were alright after our potions mishap!" he laughed. this was humiliating, why the hell was he laughing? "were you masturbating?" "no!" he raised a blond eyebrow as if he didn't believe you. "well i was about to before you so rudely interrupted." you huffed, cheeks burning. draco closed the door before stepping towards you and your breath hitched visibly. "potter doesn't satisfy you then?" he smirked, gazing down at you. "excuse me?" offended, you scoffed. "i mean, if he did you wouldn't be in your dorm touching yourself instead of meeting him." his fingertips brushed over your waist and he kept going carefully. "and you wouldn't spend your class time staring at the person he hates most." fuck. he had you. "draco," you warned-- against what? you couldn't say. "tell me love, do you think of me when you touch yourself?" the bastard knew the answer just as you knew you were dangerously close to doing one of the worst things you could. "shut up malfoy." you whispered without a hint of sincerity. "the real thing would be better y/n. aren't you the least bit," he licked his lips slowly, knowing damn well what he was doing to you. "curious?" of course you were. he laughed warmly at your silence and his hot breath hit your face. gods. closing the gap between you two, your lips crashed against his.

teeth grazed over each other and draco immediately set on exploring your mouth with his tongue, which you let him do happily. he shoved you against the wall and attached his lips to your neck, kissing and sucking at your skin roughly. harry was thrown from your mind and you were purely concentrated on draco's wet mouth on your skin. unbuttoning your top, he slid a finger underneath you bra and fondled you while rubbing through the fabric of your panties. a gasp left you, helping that awful smirk of his grow. you moaned when his finger slid into your entrance and pumped into you. quick paced and thrusting into you with heavy desire, draco kissed you again-- sloppily but filled with adoration. "always bloody knew you should be with me and not him," he growled, fingers fucking you harder. "you're mine-- and so is your dirty little cunt." you nodded, shaking from his motions and moaned breathily. "has he ever touched you like this?"you shook your head and groaned. "never draco." not even when harry was inches inside of your pussy had you felt this fucking good. he lifted your chin, thumping your head on the wall, and pressed another kiss to your neck. release came over you and your orgasm swam on draco's hand. his movements slowed and he helped you finish.

gasping and panting, you settled as he took his fingers out of you. he sucked the glistening juices off of his fingers and grabbed you by the waist. "you'll go meet potter now," he commanded and you nodded, eager to comply. "from now on, you're being fucked and loved the way you deserve." for once since you'd started seeing the boy you couldn't love, you felt true satisfaction.

Office Affairs (m)

Summary: When Mark gets a job at a multimillionaire company, he finds out that there’s more than meets the eye about the new CEO. Not only is she incredibly rich, super talented in bed, and insanely hot… she’s also engaged to someone else.

Pairing: Secretary!Mark Lee x Boss!Reader

Genre: Office AU + Cheating AU/ Angst/ Fluff/ Smut

Word Count: 19.6k (this was only supposed to be 10k, but I let my thirst get the best of me rip)

Warnings: Cheating, descriptive smut, Dom!Mark, Sub!Reader, slight degradation, unprotected sex, slight bondage of Mark binding Reader’s wrists with his tie, mentions of daddy kink but is never actually used

A/N: I’ve always wanted my first fic to be something that is interesting to me, so here we are! I looked up most of the business terms mentioned, but if they’re wrong, please ignore them because I tried my best. I hope you enjoy reading this, because I definitely enjoyed writing it ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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Fire In The Water — Jasper Hale

TW: smut, language, etc.

Requested: Jasper pulling you into the schools bathroom because he’s horny and he gets pleasure out of making you feel good so he starts to kiss your neck and puts his thigh between your legs making you grind against him 😏😏

Additional info: (Fem!Human!Reader) thigh riding, sub/dom vibes, praise, light choking, jasper is fucking needy for you lol

I'll fix any spelling mistakes later xo

Word Count: (idk I forgot to type this on my laptop and I'm too lazy to copy and paste rn lmfao I'll add it later though <3)

(Song inspired)

Jasper couldn't keep his hands to himself today. Ever since this morning, when you got ready for school - he kept pulling you back to bed to kiss all over you, mostly your neck and jawline.

"Jasper, we need to go. We're gonna be late."

"Five more minutes."

He then continued to lower his kisses until he eventually settled himself between your legs. Jasper always got off to your moans so he wasted no time on tasting you, devouring you hungrily and selfishly.

You tried pushing him away after you came once - your body couldn't handle a second one so early in the day, his skills overwhelming.

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It's no different right now. Jasper is sitting with you in class - all the way in the back. Thankfully, no one could see what he was doing to you.

His hand rested on your thigh innocently for about ten minutes before he started to rub your clothed inner thigh, his golden eyes looking down at you - Jasper smirked when you inhaled sharply and crossed your legs. You were aroused and dripping within minutes.

Jasper focused on your heartbeat and how it went faster the higher his hand went. Your hips bucked slightly and you sighed; today wasn't going to be necessarily boring but it's going to drive you crazy, you've never seen Jasper act so needy, especially in public. And honestly, he didn't understand why he felt so lustful towards you to the point of touching you around other people - maybe the risk of getting caught excited him or maybe he just needs an intense stress relief. He can only do so much at school so he is already planning what to do when he takes you home later.

First period passed painfully slow for Jasper. When the bell finally dismissed the students, he followed you with preying eyes; never allowing you to have personal space. Even at your locker he stood behind you - venom pooling in the back of his dry throat. He swallows and tries waiting with patience but today he had none.

Jasper slammed your locker shut and before you could ask him why he did that or ask if he was angry - he grasped your wrist and pulled you into a bathroom meant for one person only; the teachers were the only ones allowed to use it but he didn't care. Jasper locked the door after shoving you inside in a hurry.

You hold onto your books tightly, heart pounding and chest heaving. You're somewhat uncomfortable from the smallest dose of fear but that fear also fueled the lust.

Jasper swiftly walked over to you - your back is pressed against the cold wall and he grabs your hands, pulling your books out of your anxious grip - they fall to the floor with a loud smack.

You hold eye contact with him and feel yourself slipping into a submissive headspace. His eyes are no longer golden; they're pitch black with desire and full of instinctual qualities, preying on you like an animal in the woods.

Jasper closes the gap with a surprisingly soft kiss. One of his hands cup your face, tilting his head to kiss you deeper, adding more passion and growling against your lips. "I love you."

You shiver at his lowered voice. It's almost raspy and it sends your body into waves of heat. Although the wall behind is cold - and even though he is similar to ice, your skin is on fire. Your body reacts differently from your mind.

Jasper always had a way to be soft during his dominant moments. He always tells you he loves you and that you're perfection. Jasper is genuinely a gentleman and keeps your mind away from thinking negatively; he never wants you to feel as if your body is the only thing he enjoys about and craves. It's you - all of you.

He pulls away to let you breathe. You gasp and sigh shakily, legs trembling and struggling to keep you standing. "I love you too, Jas."

Jasper then goes silent. He watches your body fall apart from lust and he licks his lips before pressing his chest directly onto yours. You can feel the coldness of his lips and breath near your ear and eventually your neck. He kisses you tenderly, closing his eyes to focus on your pulse. He can feel it; hear it coursing through your veins rapidly. It's dangerous for him to be so close but both of you trust each other.

He won't hurt you. You won't push him away. The relationship with Jasper is unbreakable and will never be attacked from the outside. There's so much trust, loyalty, love - Everything is heightened and it almost burns in the most beautiful way. He's such a darkened creature who has fallen in love with someone so innocent and sometimes he feels oddly satisfied about it. Jasper would never admit to having some sort of corruption kink; he doesn't want his intentions to be painted with a false layer of color. In all honesty, Jasper simply takes pleasure in knowing he's all you know.

Times like this have you questioning if he feels satisfied sexually - Jasper has a tendency to get you off multiple times while he remains untouchable and unreadable. He's told you before that he loves making you feel good and that seeing you get wrapped up in pleasure urges him to let go with you. But no matter how many times he explained that - you're confused.

Jasper pulls away just enough to look into your eyes and you nod - giving him more reassurance and consent. Another thing he never forgets even when completely owning you; he needs your approval several times.

After you silently say yes and plead with your eyes, he carefully lifts you up so you're barely touching the floor. The only thing keeping you stable is his thigh - placed between your legs.

The sensation of your soaked underwear and pulsing clit rubbing against his thigh is enough to make you worry about moaning too loud. Jasper obviously senses your anxiety and chuckles softly, kissing your lips once before grasping your throat and squeezing; not hard enough to hurt or cut off too much air flow. Jasper perfectly captures your throat with his ice cold hand to silence you. Only heavy breathing and a pounding heart can be heard.

Wordlessly, your body responds. You start slow, grinding almost shyly. Jasper quietly moans into your ear, not holding himself back. He truly gains a large amount of pleasure in this and he wants you to know that. And just like he predicted, you move with more confidence after hearing his heavenly moans and growls.

All that matters right now is the two of you. No one from outside can pull you out of this trance. Jasper guides your hips whenever your pace falters, he knows you're close and wants to help you claim your orgasm. You breathe heavily into the crook of his neck; he groans at the sound.

You start moving erratically, squirming with uncontrollable pleasure. Whimpers and muffled moans escape your mouth and faintly echo. Jasper can't gain control of his own desires and effortlessly holds you up to take your place against the wall - when you crash into him with an impatient whine, he slides down while holding your hips, moving you to sit directly onto his lap - you can easily feel how hard he is, the bulge in his pants desperate for a release.

Jasper's hands slide their way up and under your shirt, caressing your bare skin with urgency and bucks his hips against yours. You wrap one arm around his neck as the other stabilizes yourself by pressing your palm flat onto the wall behind him. It's taking all the self control in the world to hold back moans. He hears your heart skip beats frequently and feels the damp spot on his lap get warmer and larger. Jasper clings to your body and grabs the back of your neck to pull you away from hiding. He then kissed you hungrily yet lovingly, muffling both his and your moans successfully.

You pull away unexpectedly when your pleasure reaches it's peak and gasp, squeezing his cold body for some sort of composure. Jasper grips your waist again with more force and controls your movements since you can't anymore.

"There you go, Darlin. Let go, I got you." He mumbled deeply with sincerity, topped with a teasing undertone knowing damn well you loved it and craved his praise.

You try saying his name but all that comes out is unsteady breathing and high pitched whines. Jasper allows you to hide into his chest and he holds you there tightly, reaching his own climax shortly after yours. He always makes you cum first - it's both flattering and embarrassing. Finishing so quickly makes you shy away from his touch sometimes but he fucking loves it. There's just something about you - his mate, losing control and becoming a moaning mess all because of him.

A few minutes pass and you're now slower, barely moving your hips in attempt to ride it out smoothly, still whimpering and clinging onto him. He rubs your back and kisses your neck affectionately, whispering into your ear again. "You're such a good girl, Darlin.. Thank you."

Jasper's praise can sound more like teasing but deep down you know he means it, especially when he says thank you. No matter what happened; even if he did all the work - Jasper thanked you for trusting him enough to have you so intimately and for allowing him to enjoy it too. Jasper never puts his pleasure first.

"I love you." He tells you sincerely, kissing your flushed cheeks and lips delicately.

"I love you more." You whisper in return. Your body is so drained from energy now and honestly you don't want to go back to class.

Jasper felt your tiredness and smiled softly at you - casually fixing your shirt to cover you back up, as always. "Wanna go home?"

"Yes. I need a shower and nap. You make me so tired it's not even funny." The laugh you let out involuntarily goes against your words.

Jasper chuckled and carefully stood up, holding onto your waist - he's feeling clingy. An hour ago in class he wanted to ruin you but now he just wants to hold you while you nap.

And he did exactly that. Jasper drove you home and snuck into your room to lay on your bed, snuggling with you under the covers and sharing innocent kisses, randomly having conversations until you fell asleep to the sound of his voice. Jasper kept himself perfectly still and rubbed your back, played with your hair, traced your skin with his cold fingers and kisses your head, mumbling softly on how much he loves you. Jasper knows you can't hear him but the waves of pure adoration and love he sends you is enough; even when sleeping, you feel completely safe and warm all because of him.

With a touch so cold as his you can't help but to burn like a candle from all the passion.

see you through my eyes part 2 —b.b.

pairing: bradley “rooster” bradshaw x fm mitchell! reader.

warnings: cursing, drinking, unprotected penetrative sex, oral (fm receiving), choking, dirty talk, lots of fluff stuff, bradley bradshaw is a FUCKING TEASE, mentions of poor mental health, mentions of death/immediate family death/funerals. 18+ MINORS DNI

word count: 2.6k

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a/n: like always, this is not proofread yet so i apologize for any mistakes. i hope you all enjoy! y’all i love this man!!!!!!!

The night air was warm and welcoming, pushing your hair around with the breeze. Some old rock music, yours and Bradley’s favorite, played from a nearby speaker. The two of you sat on the patio, each nursing a beer. You hummed cheerfully, the slightest bit tipsy.

The backyard was by far your favorite part of your house. You’d hung up a few sets of string lights, and ofcourse had some of your favorite plants scattered around. The entirety of the yard was fenced in, and although you would love to have a real pool, the small blow-up one you bought for Cameron served an equal purpose.

You and Bradley had been talking for nearly two hours. Simply catching up on life and reminiscing on old memories— sharing many needed laughs.

It had been three days since your mother’s funeral and you still hadn’t fully pieced yourself together. Although, Bradley’s company was a great help. He understood your emotions and the feeling of emptiness you couldn’t seem to get rid of. He made great effort to comfort you, and had made sure Cameron was taken care of so you could have some time to yourself.

Cameron had clung to him, maybe not fully understanding who Bradley was, yet he was absolutely entranced by the man. He wanted to go anywhere Bradley went, and even though you’d explained to the child that his name wasn’t really Rooster, he wouldn’t call him anything else. You were beyond happy to see the two of them together at last. It made your soul feel at ease.

“Hey.” Bradley tapped your arm, pulling you from your aparrent trance. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just thinking.” You spoke softly.

He gave you a small smile and patted his leg. “C’mere.”

You stood up, sitting your nearly empty bottle down on the table before taking a seat on his lap. Your arms wrapped around him and you rested your head on his shoulder. He ran a hand along your back, smiling to himself when he felt you relax.

“Thank you for being here.” You whispered.

“No place I’d rather be in the world.”

Bradley had already expressed to you that he’d made a phone call days earlier as a request to transfer back to Oceana where he’d been stationed at years before. It was bittersweet, the thought of possibly having Bradley back— maybe forever.

He seemed content, openly speaking about the idea of the two of you buying a new house closer to base and Cameron growing up with his father. You eyed him, smiling. There had been minimal talk about the future when it came to you and Bradley. Regardless, you were hopeful.

He reached up, pushing a bit of hair from your face and smiling up at you. “So pretty, darlin.” You made your best efforts not to squirm in his lap at his words. If there was one thing about Bradley Bradshaw that killed you, it was how much of a sweet talker he was. His voice was deep and rich, as sweet as could be. He always knew exactly what to say. “Oh hush.”

“You are.” He chuckled, taking a sip of his beer.

“I look like a sleep deprived mother of a three year old.” You corrected him.

“Yet oh so pretty.”

You looked away, cheeks hot and lips turned up in a smile.

“Look at me.” He teased.

“No, because the more I look at you the more I want to kiss your stupid face.”

“Oh.” He laughed, as if he had dug some confidential information out of you. You mentally cursed yourself, letting out a laugh too. “So kiss me then.”

“No!” You started to pull away from him playfully, knowing if he kissed you, you’d be a goner.

He tightened his grip on you, making you look at him.

You swallowed hard, eyes closing as you gave in and let him pull you into a sweet kiss. The feeling of his lips on yours was reminiscent, and had you feeling as if you were going to melt. You felt him smile into the kiss, your tongues meeting languidly. After a few seconds, you both pulled away.

“I think it’s past your bedtime.” Bradley joked, finishing his beer and trying to settle himself down. He wanted nothing more than to take you right there, like old times— but he knew that wasn’t respectful nor appropriate. So, he watched you shyly climb off his lap and start to gather up empty bottles.

“I believe it’s probably past yours too, Lieutenant.” You smiled.

“Oh, very much so.”

When you climbed into bed that night, you immediately knew you wouldn’t be getting much sleep. Your mind was running absolutely rampant, and for a moment you considered taking a melatonin or two. The feeling of his lips and hands on you was inescapable, and your thoughts were well, very improper. Even though you and Bradley had a past, he still made you feel giddy— like you’d never been touched before. The ache was inexplicable. God, you felt like a fucking teenager.

You tossed and turned for a while, tangling yourself in the cool sheets. The lack of tiredness was aggravating to say the very least. Yet, there you laid.

An hour or two passed before you gave up, grabbing your phone off the nightstand and scrolling aimlessly to try to pass some time.

Another hour and a mental pep talk later, you were padding down the hall towards the guest room. Your heartbeat was rapid and adrenaline high.

You slowly opened the door, attempting to make the quietest entrance possible. The room was dark besides a minimal amount of moonlight peeking through the closed curtains. Closing the door behind you, you made your way to the bed. Bradley laid sprawled out in the middle of the mattress, tangled in the soft white sheets.

He stirred a bit as you climbed in next to him.

"You okay?" He mumbled, now awake and looking over at you with tired eyes.

"Yeah."

"Wanted some cuddles?" He teased.

"Something like that."

He turned over as you spoke, watching you scoot closer. He let out a yawn, trying to decipher the look on your face.

"Roos."

"What is it baby?"

"I want you to touch me." You begged. "Please."

You craved him in every way possible. Wanted him all over you. It had been all you could think about since he stepped foot in your damn house.

He leaned forward without another word or thought, pressing his lips to yours. Tongues met and hands wandered, leaving your head spinning. Bradley gripped your thigh, tossing your leg over his waist and pulling you as close as he could get you. Boy, had you missed this. Ofcourse the two of you were older and the circumstances were much more.. sensual this time. A warm hand ran along your bare leg and up to your hip where he discovered you were wearing only a tee shirt and panties. He groaned lightly, breaking the kiss and moving his lips along your jawline. "What do you want, honey?" He rasped.

"Want your mouth." You said, nearly breathless.

He smiled softly, pressing another mellow kiss to your lips before beginning to trail them down your neck. Hands moved to push up your tee shirt, revealing your bare chest. "So fucking pretty." He said. "Just like I remember." You whimpered, feeling his warm tongue run across your nipple before his lips wrapped around it— his fingers toying with the other. Your skin was on fire, mouth dry and breathing erratic— and he had barely touched you. He repositioned himself to lay between your legs, pressing tiny kisses to your hips and thighs. You were absolutely aching for his touch, squirming pitifully underneath him. "Honey." He mused. "So touch starved, aren't you? Need me to eat this pretty pussy bad, huh?"

You whined at his words, clenching around absolutely nothing. "Please Roos."

Long fingers worked to pull your panties down your legs before he tossed them to the floor. "Gotta be quiet for me, sweet baby. I'm gonna give you what you want— don't worry." You were nearly in a trance at this point, overwhelmed by his touch. He held your legs open, finally running his tongue along you in a long stripe. A long, lewd sounding whine left your lips, which didn't go unnoticed. Bradley found himself grinding his hips into the mattress just to find some friction. "You always make the prettiest noises." He whispered, tongue starting to work mercilessly at your clit. You writhed, wanting to scream as you felt two long fingers slide into you. "Fuck." You cried, eyes clamped shut. He was so fucking good at everything. His fingers made quick work and had you nearly falling apart. "So wet, honey." 

You gripped the sheets beneath you with one hand, the other flying to his hair. Fingers wandered through, yanking gently and making him groan. He could tell you were close, clenching oh so tight around his fingers. "Gonna cum all over my fingers, mama?" He murmured against you, tongue still working relentlessly. You did your very best not to cry out as you fell over the edge. "Fuck yes." He said through gritted teeth, pumping his fingers in and out and working you through your high. "So pretty when you're cumming for me."

You were spent, body falling limp as you tried to catch your breath. Bradley stayed quiet, gently pulling you to the edge of the bed where he now stood. As much as he wanted to see your pretty lips wrapped around him, he couldn't handle much more.

"You sure this is okay, darlin’?" He asked politely, watching you nod in agreeance.

Bradley huffed as he ran himself along your soaked entrance. He already knew he wasn't going to last long. Not with those pretty little noises that kept falling from your lips. He pressed the head in, watching your eyes flutter shut and brows furrow. "You can take it." He promised. You'd never gotten used to the stretch. He was by far the biggest you'd experienced. He pushed in slowly, groaning. You wrapped around him deliciously, so fucking hot and wet. "That's my girl." He cooed, pressing wet kisses to your forehead and nose. "Takin' me so good, sweetheart." He finally bottomed out, heart racing and sweat forming on his brow. You opened your eyes again, looking at him and watching a smile spread across his lips.

"I missed you." He admitted, starting to rock against you slow. He kept a tight grip on your thighs, tight enough to leave little bruises from where his fingertips dug into your skin. You, ofcourse, didn't mind.

"I missed you more."

It was all you could do to stay quiet. Small sounds and his name repeatedly fell from your lips. You watched his face intently, his teeth tugging on his plump bottom lip. His hips smacked against you as he exhibited a pace that had you seeing stars. A warm hand extended to wrap lazily around the delicate skin of your neck. Bradley sighed, keeping up his motions as he toyed with your air supply. You were absolutely in heaven, placing one of your hands over his and meeting his eyes. "My dirty baby. You like being choked don't you?" He said, voice breaking. You nodded, letting out a whine. "So pretty." He cooed.

"Roos." You sounded absolutely wrecked.

"I know, honey." He choked out between thrusts, starting to fall apart himself. "I feel you— Be a good girl and cum again for me." Tears brimmed in your eyes as everything slowly became too much— too fucking good. He reached down, drawing quick circles around your clit as he pressed his lips to your own. You let out a broken cry, coil snapping and your legs shaking the slightest bit as you came apart beneath him.

"Just like that, baby. Fuck." Bradley praised, fucking you through it— thrusts sloppy and fast. He was obviously close himself. You felt out of body, softly gasping for air, eyes fluttering. "Want your cum, Roos." You pleaded, taking in the man before you in all of his glory. There truly was no one like him.

"Ah, shit baby." He groaned, hips snapping against yours a few more times before he pulled out swiftly, hand moving to run along his shaft and the most erotic noise falling from his lips as he came on your tummy. He hummed, euphoria pumping through his veins. His eyes searched for yours and lips turned up in a smile as sweet as honey. "Y'Did so good for me, mama." He said, kissing your forehead. "You are something else."

Rooster dissapeared into the darkness of the room, wandering over to the connected guest bathroom. You could hear a few drawers opening and closing before he made his way back over to you with a damp rag. He wiped you clean lovingly, sharing a smile with you before he laid down next to you. You both stayed silent as you came down. Warm bodies tangled together and soon enough you were unable to keep your eyes open.

When you awoke hours later, the sun was shining proudly through the curtains. The house smelled like coffee and you could clearly hear cartoons playing from the living room. You stretched, reaching down to the end of the bed where Rooster had laid your tee shirt. A smile you couldn't fight formed on your pink lips at the thought of what had happened earlier. You made your way first to your bedroom, slipping on some pajama shorts before you walked towards the living room.

"There's mommy!" Rooster cheered, catching the attention of your son who raced over to you and latched onto your leg. "Hey there, lovebug." You chuckled, kneeling down to press an exaggerated kiss to both of his cheeks, making him giggle.

Rooster watched in complete adoration, sipping his coffee. This— this is what he wanted for the rest of his life. Cameron turned his attention back to the tv and his toys, and you made your way to where Rooster sat.

"Morning, sweet thing." He said. You laughed softly, leaning to press your lips to his. "You hungry? You should be after all those calories you burned last night."

"Oh shut up." You smacked his arm, chuckling.

"I made pancakes. Me and Cam ate already since Mommy was still being a sleepyhead."

"That is alllll Daddy's fault." You joked, sharing a laugh with him.

"Maybe Daddy needs to teach Mommy another lesson." Rooster grinned, watching you walk towards the kitchen.

"Rooster!" You yelled.

"Rooser!" Cameron copied you, yelling out.

You broke into a fit of laughter, as did Bradley. He joined you in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and sparking up conversation as you ate breakfast. It was then that you remembered he’d be leaving in a mere two days.

“I was thinking we could take a little ride to the beach today.” He spoke up. “Then we can come back and make dinner— and I should probably start packing my stuff.”

“Promise you’re coming back?”

“One week and I’ll be back on a plane home to you.” He leaned forward to steal a kiss. “I promise.”

“I’m sorry you have to make so many changes.”

“Nope, don’t you start that. Transferring is my decision.” He stopped you. “Listen, i’m gonna be back here in a week.” He reiterated, gripping your shoulders. “And you and me are going to figure this out day by day. This is where I want to be.”

“You’re sure?” You frowned.

“Yes honey, I’m sure.” He chuckled. “Stop beating yourself up, please.”

“Sorry, it’s a habit.” You half smiled.

He pulled you into a hug, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and playfully grabbing a handful of ass, earning a little squeal from you.

“I can’t wait to have another baby with you.”

You threw your head back laughing, pulling away from him and hearing him let out an adorable sounding laugh as well.

“Oh, shut up.” You headed down the hall, cheeks a bright shade of red.

“—‘S the truth!”

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𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝟚 - 𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒

Pairing ⤀ Bang Chan x fem!Reader

Warnings ⤀ groping, somnophilia(not really mentioned, but has been discussed beforehand and both parties consented to it), unprotected penetration, cream pie

All rights reserved © stayhoe 2020. Re-posting, copying and translating any of my works is prohibited.

Pearl Note ⤀ This is actually kind of a hot kink so I had fun writing it. ^.^ Hope y’all like it!

𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

      Chan groaned loudly as he stepped inside the apartment. As he made his way into the bedroom, he stretched his stiff limbs. He has been sitting in a chair the whole day working on a song and all he wanted to do at that moment was relax with his girlfriend.

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💌 best friends to lovers with johnny 💌

Nolite Celare.

Genre: Humor (?), Fluff, Friends to Lovers! & Smut (Hogwarts! AU) 

Pairing: Wong Yukhei (Lucas) x Reader Ft. Jaehyun the Matchmaker

Word Count: 9.3k-ish 

Note: It’s got a lot of inaccuracies in regards to the rules and what not at Hogwarts and some made up spells, sorry! But I hope you like the fic overall! 

“Class dismissed. I’ll see you all after winter break with the 10-page assignment on unicorns and their magical properties.” Your professor announces as loudly as she can, though it’s still drowned out by the sound of students eagerly stuffing their books into their bags and scurrying hastily out of the room. 

Though you like to take your time to avoid the crowd, you could relate to the sentiment. Most of them are probably excited for the second event of the Triwizard tournament, the following Yule Ball and the fact that there’ll be no more classes for the next three weeks. 

You, however, have already witnessed enough excitement in your second year when you’d seen the tournament for the first time. Now, in your seventh year and on the eve of your leave from Hogwarts, you find your mind occupied with much more important things such as the Auror exams. 

That and well, your best friend, Yukhei. 

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wise words from Johnny

quarantine chronicles;

pairings: jaehyun, johnny, jungwoo, and jaemin (feat. mark lee) x fem!reader

word count: 28.5k (i am so sorry)

genre: smut & loads of sexual tension

summary: fourteen days, five roommates, and five remarkably high sex drives. what could go wrong?

notes: thank you to everyone who helped me with this fic!! this is the first part in a mini-series :) i hope you enjoy and p l e a s e leave feedback!

Day 1;

“Good morning!” You chirp as you walk into the living room. A low chorus of greetings echoes back at you as your roommates appear in your view, and you smile, walking to the kitchen and opening the fridge. You look around for your favorite yogurt and can’t seem to find it, whirling around to glare at the four males. “Alright, good morning is cancelled. Which one of you assholes ate my yogurts?” You huff, and they all freeze. Johnny and Jaemin, still on the couch, look at each other confused, while Jungwoo and Jaehyun sit at the kitchen island, a sheepish look on Jaehyun’s face as his hands disappear from view. You stomp over to the male and pull his hands up to see one holding a spoon and another holding your yogurt. “Jaehyun,” You complain, and he pouts deeply. 

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