Little Black Dress

Hey Guys sorry we have been super hiatus but we are really trying to get back to it we promise anywaysss heres some smut to brighten your day :)))

Some Damon Salvatore Smut for you, I apologize in advance if something is wrong, I do not watch Vampire diaries but I Would like to start and so the smut is really just the characters and I couldn’t really make any refrences also sorry if this is shit

Request: Hi💕 i was just woundering if you could writhe a smut were you are damonds girlfriend and mabye Klaus, kol or someone else walk in on you?😂 and bye the way, your account is amacing!💖💖

“C'mon Babe, Please” Damon let out a low groan as he spoke while kissing down your neck.  “We have time and how am I supposed to resist you when you look this hot." 

"Damon…" I replied hesitantly trying not to fall under his spell but slowly losing that battle when the sensations of his plump lips against my neck were on all the right places. I was dressed in my favorite tight black dress that barely covered my ass and hugged my curves perfectly.  We were going for a night out and our friends would be here any minuete to pick us up and I know I would never hear the end of it I came out with disheveled clothes and post-sex hair. 

He ghosted his lips back up so their were right next to my ear, his cold breathe sending a shiver down my spine. "I promise, this won’t take long."  He smirked as he pulled me onto his lap and my dress hiked up to my waist exposing my dark red race underwear.  Damon bit his lip and moaned a little as I felt him harden beneath me.  "Oh baby”, he whispered he grabbed my hips firmly.  “You were going to keep those a secret, weren’t you?"  He questioned as he began to grind his hips into my barely covered core causing a string of whimpers out of my lips. 

"You’re such a little tease."  he stated.  "Coming out here in your tight little dress, your perfect ass barely covered and you’re body jut begging me to touch it and you weren’t even going to let me?"  He began grinding faster causing my whimpers to turn into moans, his movements and his dirty talk only encouraging me to buck my hips against him grab onto his broad shoulders. 

I was soon became a moaning mess on top of him and my panties were completely soaked through, my wetness going everywhere.  I needed more but I knew he was trying to make me wait.  He always loved seeing me writhing because of what he did to my body.  I was getting desperate.  I needed him inside me.  "Please Damon"  I begged as my nails started to dig into him a little more.  "I don’t know Angel,  You were going to make me wait all night before I got to have you, maybe I should do the same."  He smirked as he began to kiss down your chest in the areas your dress didn’t cover. "Please, I need you so badly."  I moaned and began moving faster against him.  He let out a low groan and moved me backwards so I was sitting on the edge of his legs near his knees.  I was about to whine when he unzipped his khakis and pushed his pants as well as his boxers down.  Exposing his large cock as it flew up to his stomach.  This tip was red and leaking pre-cum and he was clearly more effected by the previous moments then he led on. 

He quickly grabbed my hips and lowered me onto him.  Immediately letting out a moan at the filling feeling.  He gave me a moment  to adjust before he started moving my hips up and down faster and faster.  Soon we both were covered in a light layer of sweat as I was rapidly bouncing up and down on his long member.  He felt I was close so he moved his thumb up to my clit and started rubbing figure 8’s on it while also adding pressure sporadically.  I felt him twitch inside me, this only caused me to clench tightly around him eliciting a growl from him. 

We both were a moaning mess right on the edge.  Panting and sweating and completely unaware of everything around us.  All I cared about was this moment and they way he always felt so perfect inside me and how no one ever made me feel the way he did.  "Cum for me Y/N."  He groaned and I let go.  I let out a loud moan screaming his name as he kept pressure on my clit to milk my orgasm as he pulled out and came onto my thighs.  I fell forward onto him and closed my eyes.  Both of us completely exhausted but still left in a state of pure ecstasy.  We both were trying to regulate out breathing when we jumped at the sound of someone clearing their throat.  I looked up to see Klaus with his back turned towards us.  "Umm , now that I am scarred for life, if you two are done, we have been waiting for 5 minutes outside and would like to get going."    

I Wanna Be Your Dog - G.W

George Weasley X Fem Reader one shot/imagine inspired by the song ‘I Wanna Be Your Dog’ by The Stooges.

About: You bring your best friend George along with you to a muggle rock n roll gig, both of you get heavily intoxicated, George gets overprotective after another guy tries to chat you up. The two of you go back to your place afterwards, getting into a steamy situation.

Warnings: 18+!! Alcohol and intoxication, heavy smut, unprotected rough sex, choking and ‘foul’ language.

“That was bloody mental” George slurred, already drunk from all the pre-drinks you both necked down before the gig.

You wanted to let loose for one evening after studying so hard and what better way to reward yourself for your N.E.W.T.S results than going to a local gig with your best friend and sharing some drinks?

I Got You

Clint Barton x Reader, fluff/angst

Summary: Clint comes running when you get hurt on a mission.

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Barely Legal - Masterlist

Summary:  You were just a kid; or, at least, that was what Tony kept telling himself. You were just a smart young hero and for sure weren’t trying to seduce him. Right? Pairing: Eventual Tony Stark x Mutant!Reader Chapter: 9/9 Warnings:  Eventual smut, older man younger woman, reader is 18.

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lips pressed to my neck, i’m falling for your eyes

Square Filled: Damon Salvatore x Reader, Biting Kink for @anyfandomkinkbingo​​

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x fem!Reader

Word Count: 6443

Rating: explicit, 18+ only

Summary: After a break-up, all Y/N wants to do is hit the club with her best friend Damon. When a potential hook-up doesn’t know the word “no,” Damon steps in to protect his girl.

Tags/Warnings: TW: harassment (almost sexual assault, but not from damon),  SMUT, so much smut, biting kink (duh), sir kink, oral sex (fem receiving), damon is super protective, friends to lovers kinda vibe, unprotected sex, breeding kink (kinda? but he’s a vampire so he can’t procreate anyway, cum kink maybe instead), fluff, a lil angst

A/N: I know, I know, why finish this before the sequels to roller coaster kinda rush and drunk in love? but I promise you, this was in the works before those were even thoughts. big, big thank you to my lovely @downanddirtydean for beta-ing three times because I can’t do anything without motivation. hope you enjoy!

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(gif by my very talented and lovely bestie @downanddirtydean)

The music was loud, and it was hot and stuffy inside the club. The crowded dance floor didn’t always seem like a welcoming place, but tonight, you didn’t want to be anywhere else. 

You swung your hips to the music and reached behind you to place your hand on the neck of the beautiful, raven-haired man who held you tightly in his arms. Damon’s fingertips pressed harshly into your hips, grinding and pulling you against his front, while the fog made the lights swirl around you.

You ran your fingers through his hair, wondering if he’d let you pull on it right here. Looking back on the previous events of the night, you kinda thought he might let you do anything you wanted.

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Warnings: swearing, smut, spanking, choking.

Draco Malfoy x reader.

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You cried out as he delivered another slap to your sore ass, fisting the sheets in your hands and grasping them in a death grip.

“Nine.” You said but all the came out was a whimper. He spanked you again and then ran his hand over the red skin, trying to calm the burning.

“Ten.” You said in relief.

“Good girl, now you know to never disobey me again.” He said and got up, pulling you up with him. He placed you on his desk and started opening the buttons of your shirt, revealing your black lace bra. You reached to take off your skirt but his hands stopped you.

“I wanna fuck you in it.” He murmured before opening his pants and taking out his cock. He gave it a few stokes while his hand squeezed your breasts, sliding off the bra cups to pinch and play with your nipples. You were already panting and aching for him, and he knew it. The thought of you begging for him made him even more desperate to feel you around him. Just as you thought he was going to enter you, his hand moved from your chest to your neck. He put pressure on it, slightly choking you.

“Draco..” you moaned, biting your lip and reaching out for him. But he gripped your wrist with his other hand, stopping you.

“You think teasing me is funny, huh?” He asked as he put more pressure on your neck.

“N-no.” You answered. Your hips started to involuntarily grind against the table, creating some fraction for your aching core. He gripped your throat tighter and pulled you face closer to his, making you hiss.

“Look at you grinding against the fucking desk like some slut. You like this, don’t you? You like my hand around your throat. You naughty girl.” His words only made you wetter but you did not dare to grind.

“Answer me.”

“Y-yes, I like your hand around my throat.”

“Good girl,” he tucked your hair behind your ear, “now let’s give you what you are craving for, shall we?”

Take me to the last place I told you I loved you. The Vampire Diaries 6.07 ‘Do You Remember the First Time?’

Talking It Out

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Summary: Tony wants to have a transparent talk about your kinks. He's willing to help keep your mind off your embarrassment.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW. Oh boy, smut smut smut. Discussion of kinks. Fingering. Fucking. Choking/breath play. Degradation. D/s vibes.

WC: 1.6k

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“Tell me.” Tony’s voice held no room for argument but there was an excited sparkle in his eyes. He was lazily reclined in bed next to you, laying on his side with his head pillowed in his palm.

You rolled your eyes to hide your embarrassment. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Tony - you really truly did - but being so sexually transparent was something that you weren’t used to. Tony was the kind of person to not leave things alone unless he had them thoroughly figured out.

Steve Rogers One Shots and Drabbles Masterlist

After Steve saves Y/N, she shows him just how thankful she is.

Y/N pays Steve a visit to the office.

Steve’s therapist is trying to help suppress his secret and depraved wild side but once he meets her daughter, therapy does very little to quell his need to have her.

Behind closed doors Steve Rogers is far from a gentleman.

Y/N is head-strong, opinionated and tough to tame but Steve loves a challenge. To him, they’re the most fun to break.

Whatever Steve wants, Steve gets.

In for a sleepless night, Y/N wakes Steve in a bid to cope with the lack of sleep a little better.

When Y/N accidentally puts top secret information at risk, Steve offers to make an example of her.

After hearing some pretty disturbing rumours about one of his students, guidance counsellor Steve Rogers wants to get to the bottom of it, but her unapologetic response has Steve taking a more hands-on approach to get through to her.

Steve’s been at this all day - making Y/N pleasure herself at his feet, but if she smears his pristine oak floor, she knows the consequences.

The idea of Steve Rogers being Y/N’s stepdad sounded like a goddamn dream, but the reality was much different.

While the rest of the world sleeps, Y/N finds Steve at her door, struggling to suppress the nightmares that plague him and she does what she can to help him forget.

Steve’s always wanted Y/N. And when the opportunity strikes to be able to have her, he takes it.

Y/N heads back to the home she once shared with Steve in preparation to spend one last night together before their divorce is due to be finalised. Little does she know that her husband doesn’t intend to give her up. Ever.

All alone one night, Steve’s thoughts wander.

Y/N wakes up to what should be every woman’s fantasy— sandwiched between the heroes of America as their own personal fuck toy.

Y/N is forever losing things, and when she misplaces her purse one day, it’s down to Steve to return it to her.

Y/N doesn’t know how her father got in so deep with Steve Rogers, but she knows enough about the man sitting next to her that he’s not someone you want to owe money to.

Steve wants Y/N to use him in her favourite way.

After giving one of her patients the incorrect dose of medication, Y/N calls on Doctor Rogers for help. He does so without question, until he uses the opportunity to blackmail her to save her from losing her job.

Written for The Eleven Sentence Challenge with prompt “fuck me like a starved animal or leave.”

What is a couple of little white lies between friends?

Smile In Your Sleep

Summary: In for a sleepless night, Y/N wakes Steve in a bid to cope with the lack of sleep a little better.

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky x OC

Words: 809.

Warnings: voyeurism (sort of), smut, multiple orgasms.

A/N: Inspired by a little life experience, heh. Not beta’ed so all errors, spelling mistakes and general bullshit are entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Masterlists/taglists can be found in my bio.

You can’t sleep.

The girl Bucky’s nailing in the next room is a screamer and she’s keeping you awake. You can hear Bucky’s low grunts following her whines interspersed with the heavy sound of skin slapping skin.

Steve quietly snores on next to you and you’ve no idea how he hasn’t woken up - especially after she yells Bucky’s name out so loud you swear the entire apartment complex rattles.

Trying to muffle them by shoving your head between the mattress and your pillow does nothing. Playing music barely drowns out the noise.

So you lay there listening to Bucky fuck her.

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In Safe Hands [G.W.]

Character: George Weasley

Word Count: 4339

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: George is just very attractive and his hands are even more attractive.

WARNING: this is NSFW, 18+, smutty, sexy times, idk how else to say it. including oral (female receiving). also a lot of mentions of hands, arms and veins bc i canny control myself apparently.

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Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it

A/n: i put two requests for my event together as i decided to write a full fic based on george’s hands purely because prompt 9, which both requesters selected, refers to hands - enjoy!!

Prompts used:

3. “I may or may not have left some… marks.”

9. “God I love your hands.” “Let’s put them to good use then.”

23. “Didn’t know you wanted to get into my pants that badly.”

49. “Behave.”

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You’d always liked George - why wouldn’t you? He was funny, charming, handsome. You’d be stupid not to. It had started back in Hogwarts - you were friends with the twins; close friends. And that’s all you thought of them as, until one fateful day in your 7th year where you made the regrettable decision to meet the twins after one of their last games of Quidditch before Umbridge had banned them, and George had emerged from the Gryffindor tent freshly showered, shirt hanging over his shoulder, trousers low on his hips.

And that’s when you’d realised you liked George as much more than just friends.

You hadn’t known how to deal with him at first, how to act around him, once you’d realised how you felt. Because every time he laughed, every time he ran a hand through his hair, you felt yourself positively swooning, as cliché as it sounded.

It took a lot not to accidentally blurt out your feelings to him, not that you were helped by Fred, who noticed the slight differences in your behaviour - holding onto hugs from George a tad longer, the way you looked at him when he didn’t realise, how flustered you got when he’d rest a hand on your knee - and made it his mission to make your feelings as obvious as possible in front of his brother.

George must’ve been the most oblivious person however, as he never noticed the hints or the longing smiles. Or maybe that was because he was busy trying to stop Fred from making his own crush on you so obvious, trying to hide his own longing smiles, and the way his eyes lit up when he made you laugh.

Talented Tongue

Title: Talented Tongue

Pairing: MoC!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3348, give or take

Summary: I don’t know how to summarize, but there’s Moc!Dean, a quick curse and some feels and smut.

Warnings: Smut, Explicit Language, Oral (Female Receiving), little roughness

A/N: This is my entry for @waywardbaby’s and @ain-t-bovvered’s 7 Deadly Sins/Followers 666 Challenge! Thank you, ladies, for this challenge. I still don’t know what possessed me but here we are. The Sin that I chose was Pride and my prompt is bolded in the fic. This here is my very first fic! I had only planned on a PWP drabble but it morphed into it’s own being. Smut, a little fluffiness, and a surprising amount of angst.  

Beta’d by my amazingly talented and lovely wifey @waywardnerd67, thank you so much Nikki! 

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“Sam, what the hell is with your brother tonight? He’s being more of an asshat than usual.” I complained. I watched Dean swagger over to the bar, a cocky grin painted on his face, stopping to flirt with every damn blonde, redhead, and brunette in his path. “It’s like he’s trying to win a prize for getting the most ass in one night,” I sighed.

Sam snorted “Maybe a prize for being the biggest ass.”

“I don’t know, ever since we were at that old woman’s house yesterday with all the ancient Greek artifacts, something’s been off.” I pondered.

We’d been chasing a ghost for 3 days in Bumfuck, Georgia finally finding the right corpse to dispose of. Mrs. Manikas had been most helpful in pointing us in the right direction and in return, Dean had knocked over a priceless antique vase. She was tremendously perturbed with us after that, chasing us out, shouting in Greek.

“Listen Y/N, Dean’s just being Dean. Actually, he’s being more like his old self, don’t you think?” he asked.

Since Dean had picked up the Mark of Cain, become a demon, turned back human, things had been a little, well tense. “We salted and burned the bones, no one else got hurt. Just take the easy win okay?” implored Sam.

“You and I both know it’s never that simple for us.” I scoffed.

That was lesson number one. I’d been hunting with the boys off and on since Dean came back from Purgatory almost three years ago. Since the whole Demon Dean thing, we’d hardly done a case without each other. Made things easier, hunting with partners; at least at first.

I had developed something of an unfortunate crush on the elder Winchester over the years even with his newfound murderous nature. Not that he would ever notice. I’d become proficient at hiding my true feelings under layers of sarcasm, sass and snark. Besides, he’s been a little busy fighting the Mark to think about me.  

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Updated On: 5/9/16

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Teen Wolf

Sneaking Around / Big Talks with Big Brother / Behind Closed Doors (Liam Dunbar)

Sock on the Door (Brett Talbot)

Just Breathe Baby (Stiles Stilinski) 

Awkward Moment (Brett Talbot)

Naughty Thoughts at Naughty Moment (Scott McCall)

Secrets (Garret)

Playing Games in the Dark / Part 2 (Brett Talbot) 

Frustrations (Derek Hale)

Fast and Furious / Flashbacks (Deucalion)

Siren Song (Brett Talbot)

Movie Night (Derek Hale) 

Drunken Love / Love is Love (Derek Hale)

Daddy Does Not Approve (Peter Hale)

I Like It Rough (Nogisune Stiles) 

Hot and Dangerous (Cora Hale) 

Jealous (Liam Dunbar)

Winner (Brett Talbot) 

0-100 (Liam Dunbar)

More Than Friends (Derek Hale)

Beast Mode (Scott McCall)

Green as Envy (Liam Dunbar)

Heavy Breathing (Liam Dunbar)

Experimenting (Ethan and Aiden)

You’re Mine  (Scott McCall)

Detention (Peter Hale)

Can’t be Late (Aiden)

Better Day (Liam Dunbar)

Get Your Facts Checked. (Scott McCall)

Make Your Dreams Come True (Liam Dunbar)

Hands Off (Isaac Lahey)

Teen Wolf Preferences

He finds out you’re a witch  (Derek Hale)

The Vampire Diaries

Show You (Kol Mikaleson)

Little Black Dress (Damon Salvatore)

5 Seconds of Summer 

Birthday Surprises (Ashton Irwin) 

Wanna Get Out of Here? (Luke Hemmings)

Other 

Before You Exit (Riley McDonough)  

Good Boys Gone Bad (Hunter Hayes)

Shower Sex (Dave Franco) 

Don’t Walk Away from Me (Dylan O'Brien)

Honeymoon in Paradise (James Franco)

Endlessly (Dylan Sprayberry)  

Red Carpet (Robbie Amell) 

Surprise Surprise (Dylan O’Brien) 

I Miss You (Myles Parish)

Sweet Dreams or a Beautiful Nightmare (Colton Hayes)

First Time  (Evan Peters)

Soft and Slow (Finn Nelson)

Call Me Daddy (Dylan O’Brien) 

You’re So Beautiful (Nick Robinson)

Forever (Barry Allen) 

Lose You (Myles Parrish)

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Breaking The Rules

Words: 2929

Warnings: Swearing, Smut, Slight Somnophilia kink, Oral Sex (Male receiving), Quiet Sex, Secret Sex, Sam’s In The Next Bed….So Shh….;) ), Dirty talk, Lots Of Teasing And Being Made To Wait….Think that’s it :)

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: You and Dean have an arrangement that works for you both, but you’re starting to test the boundaries, but you love it when Dean gets angry.

A/N: No Beta for this one, sorry it’s been so long since I posted! Been soooo busy with the kiddies and trying to write my new series! :P Anyway, I hope you like it lovelies! :D

You swirl your straw around your small glass and scan the bar, you know you don’t really need to look, you know he’s watching you, because you’ve caught his reflection in the bar’s mirror at least twice now. But this is the game that the two of you always play, because nobody can know what the two of you get up to, he’s your dirty little secret and your his, and that’s just the way you both like it. Your eyes fall on him once again, he’s sitting at the bar with a girl either side of him, but you’re not jealous, you have no reason to be, and he’s made that abundantly clear on more than one occasion. 

The toilets are behind him this time, so you know you’ll be the one who makes the first move tonight. But you want to wait a little longer, let the anticipation build, until you can see him squirming, make him wait for you for once. He knows where you are and you’d agreed on ten minutes, but it’s easily been twenty. The rules are that he doesn’t turn to look at you, because you can’t let Sam or any other monster or hunter find out what you get up to, the two of you don’t need any other reason to be used against one another.

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Comfort (FP Jones x Reader Smut)

Warning: mentions of abuse, swearing, choking, daddy!kink, rough sex

Note: Reader is of legal (24) age! Gif is not mine. Credit goes to creator! 

(Y/N) would later learn that despite leaving several texts and calls for Jughead, it would prove to be of no use. She would still be in the same place on his couch for hours to come, refusing to move. With fingernails digging into the cushion and teeth gnawing on the inside of her right cheek, anxiety could only build. It pricked at the tips of her fingers and left a gaping hole in her rib cage. 

The hole threatened to swallow her throbbing heart once the front door to the trailer was unlocked. (Y/N) pushed herself to her feet and awaited whoever would walk through that door. 

But it was the wrong Jones. 

Instead of Jughead’s usual beanie and flannel tied around his waist, his father wore the old flannel underneath his Southside Serpent jacket. The jacket was stretched over his broad, strong shoulders that carried the weight of the grocery bags. 

(Y/N) fell back down onto the couch with a heavy thud and a sigh. She threw her face in her hands and struggled to catch her breath. She didn’t know how much longer she could let the anxiety eat away at her. 

“Hey, (Y/N),” FP absently called from the kitchen as he shoved his son’s favorite cereal into the cabinet. 

“H-Hi,” she choked out. 

Stopping suddenly, FP’s eyebrows scrunched. He set the rest of he bags down on the counter. He pivoted on the heel of his boot to witness his son’s friend struggle to keep her composure. 

“You okay, honey?” he asked concerned, walking into the living room and taking a seat next to (Y/N). 

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” (Y/N) breathed, suddenly embarrassed. She looked up to face FP. “Sorry, I’m just waiting on Jughead to give me the latest news on my father. I hope… I hope my father-“ 

“He won’t be getting out any time soon,” FP stated. “Especially not after what he did to you.” 

“You’re right,” (Y/N) tried to tell herself, but that did not stop her nails from digging farther into the meat of her palm. 

“Hey,” FP cooed soothingly. With calloused fingers, still hot from his motorcycle, he gently pulled her fingers from her palm and held them in his own. “It’s okay. Stay as long as you want.” 

The sudden surge of protection and safety immediately dropped (Y/N)’s anxiety levels. (Y/N) couldn’t deny that if she were to have his arms wrapped around her, while pressed into the crook of his neck, breathing in the faded scent of his cologne, would only calm her down more. Despite how wrong it would be, (Y/N) let the idea of fully embracing FP Jones swish back in forth in her mouth. 

“I just… I j-just…” she threatened to break down once. 

“Hey, now,” FP spoke, pulling her body into his arms. Instinctively, he pressed the vulnerable girl into his chest and rubbed a hand up and down the middle of her back. He took comfort in knowing her head rested on his leather-clad shoulder, safe in the bend of his neck. He also took comfort in the fact that her body melted against him, probably enjoying his affection. “It’ll all be alright. I won’t let him touch you ever again.” 

Although their embrace started out as a father comforting his friend’s kid, both of their thoughts began to wander. 

“I’m an adult. Six years passed it, actually. It wouldn’t be that weird…” (Y/N) thought to herself. 

“But Jughead,” they both thought together. 

But when (Y/N) picked up her heavy head from FP’s shoulder and locked eyes with him, the temptation of intimacy was too strong. (Y/N) couldn’t remember the last time she felt so safe and protected by a man that genuinely cared about her. Hell, she couldn’t even remember the last time she was attracted to man that was worthy of her trust. 

Her trust in him empowered him. FP felt like he was worth something. For the first time in a long time, he felt like he did more good than bad. He felt, for once, that when someone looked at him, they weren’t looking at him for drugs, his Serpent jacket, or because of his ties to the Blossoms. They were looking at him for him. 

Neither of them would be able to tell you who started the kiss, because within a matter of seconds, their hands were all over each other. Once their lips had pressed together, intoxicated on the passion, (Y/N) had clasped both hands on either side of his stubble. The worry had escaped her completely, and now all was left a burning desire for the man in front of her. 

With one hand on the middle of her back, he pulled her closer to him without breaking the kiss. He tangled his other hand in the soft strands of her (Y/H/C) hair. FP wanted so badly to press their bodies together, but he would respect her boundaries above all else. 

But her boundaries expanded much farther than his apprehension allowed him to believe. (Y/N) had propped herself up onto her knees, swung one leg over him, and fell back down into the kiss with a deep grind of her hips. 

“Holy shit…” FP breathed into the kiss, totally in awe of the girl above him. 

His rough fingertips pressed onto the skin of her sides and rocked her body to the motion of his hips. The friction and passion between them caused every ounce of judgement to be thrown out the window. Whether they would be able to admit it or not, they both wanted this. Needed this. 

A surge of pleasure coursed through (Y/N)’s veins every time her core ground against his bulge. She gasped into the kiss, completely overtaken by desire and need. She wanted to desperately to rip both of their jeans off and ride him for real. 

And when FP broke free from the kiss and attached his chapped lips to the skin in the crook of her neck, (Y/N) lost it. With every peppered kiss placed on her pulse, she grew more and more desperate for him. Her small fists grasped the edges of his hard leather jacket and squeezed, yearning for him to be as close to her as possible. She couldn’t help but moan at his touch, which only made him grow in size. 

Despite how good his kisses felt, she pulled away to face him. “Do you have a condom?” 

FP nodded, eyes trained on her face. “Are you sure you want this?” 

(Y/N) smiled and nodded before ducking her head to his neck to leave kisses and to nip at the skin. The grind of her hips was slower now, more sensual. With her at his throat and her talented hips connecting with his, the combination threw him into even more of a desire-filled daze. He knew he wasn’t going to last long.

“And I want you to be rough with me,” she breathed against his skin. 

He pulled away from her embrace and stared into her (Y/E/C) eyes, searching for any sign of doubt. Her glossy irises, swollen petal lips, and heated cheeks only begged for him to take her as she was. And, God, would he give her what she wanted. 

One of FP’s hands plunged into the tresses of (Y/N)’s hair, wrenching the locks in his fist, and held her tight to his body with his other hand as he flipped them over on the couch. With her back against the side of the couch, her head fell back in ecstasy as he attacked her neck with sloppy, open mouth kisses and bites. His stubble that pricked at the tender skin of her throat drove her wild. The heat was growing in her lower belly, and in order to gain friction to lessen the blow, she wrapped her long, smooth legs around FP’s midsection in hope to bring them closer. 

“Oh my god, FP,” (Y/N) gasped, eyes screwing shut. 

His rough hands were up and down her sides, running along the spine of her arched back, and pulling her hips to meet his with every grind. Lost in the pleasure, (Y/N) let a hand ghost down FP’s chest and stomach to rest on his denim-clad bulge. The heavy palming caused a low growl to erupt from FP’s throat. 

He glanced down at the beauty beneath him to witness the flush of arousal never leaving the tips of her cheeks. With the pink lips and dough eyes that drove him absolutely mad, she breathed, “I need your big cock inside me, daddy.” 

They both wrestled to tear off whatever pieces of clothing posed as a barrier to their bodies finally connecting. With shaky fingers, Ivy undid FP’s belt and zipper and pushed his briefs and jeans down his thighs as far as her strength could muster. FP wasted no time in yanking off the leggings that showed her ass off extremely well and sliding the lacy pink panties down her long legs. 

“Leave the jacket on,” (Y/N) ordered, earning a smirk from FP. 

Reaching into side table drawer, he plucked a foil packet from the box before (Y/N) snatched it. Unable to wait any longer, she ripped the packet with her teeth and slid it on his thick, big member. FP pulled her close for one last kiss before sliding his length into her dripping heat. (Y/N) yelped, pleasure kicking into her senses as she could only concentrate on the man above her. Her nails scratched up and down his back and punctured his shoulders as she gasped for air. FP wasted no time in fucking her relentlessly as he hooked one hand on the back of her knee and the other to fist her hair. Every whine that passed through her lips was killing him. 

“You’re so tight around my cock, baby. Are you going to cum? Are you going to come all over my big cock, baby?” He asked her, concentrating on his hips to deliver deep, hard thrusts. 

“Yes, yeah,” she gasped, scrambling for words. With each thrust her eyes screwed shut tighter as her mouth fell open wider. She screamed, “I need it, daddy. Give it to me!” 

His hand left her leg and ghosted around the circumference of her hickey-bruised neck, asking for permission. After receiving an eager nod, FP closed his hand around the skin of her throat. The lips he loved so much curved into a pleasure-filled smile as he applied more and more pressure, careful not to cut off her air. Their eyes remained locked on each other’s as FP continued to fuck into (Y/N) mercilessly. He wanted to take every part of her, inch by inch, and make her his. And (Y/N) would let him. 

“Right there, oh my god,” she gasped, mouth falling open, reaching for his shirt to grab. “Don’t stop, please, don’t stop!” 

“You’re so, so good for me, baby…” he moaned. 

It was those words that caused the burning sensation in her low stomach to build, and build, and build until she couldn’t handle it anymore. She shoved her face into the crook of his neck as her legs trembled in pleasure. (Y/N) groaned into his skin, her climax taking control over her limbs and washing over her. Her tightening muscles caused FP’s thrusts to become sloppy as he felt his own orgasm approaching. He unleashed his grip from around her neck, peppered kisses to the side of her jaw, and ground his hips into hers softly until he felt himself spill into the condom. His muscles shuddered at the feeling before he collapsed on top of (Y/N), the sweet smell of her shampoo the first thing to greet his senses. 

“Mmmm,” (Y/N) hummed as she began to come down from her high. 

“Wow,” FP breathed. “That… That was…” 

“Amazing,” she spoke, a tired smile tugging at her lips as her eyes drifted closed. 

“You’re amazing,” he mumbled against her skin, leaving one last kiss on collarbone. 

Getting up, he went to the bathroom to discard the condom and tug on a fresh pair of briefs. Coming back into living room, (Y/N) was curled up on her side, sleeping soundly. FP smiled to himself as he helped her put her clothes back on. Once she was dressed, he sat down and pulled her up to rest on his shoulder. (Y/N) hummed in approval as FP wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. For the first time in a long time, both of them felt peace.