#//🚿 anon

[evansbby]

Sugar daddy Ari coaxing me into having babies with him and being his young housewife. At first he'd be all sweet and cute like "You'd look so cute with my babies in your, sweetheart." or "Let daddy fill you up, hm? I'll take good care of you and our baby." or "Honey, you don't need that flimsy job. You won't need it once you're carrying my baby." and youd be hesitant cause youre too young and it's too soon! Plus you worked so hard for this job! The more I resist, the more his sweet demeanor changes into something much darker. He gets all frustrated that I won't give in and devices a plan.

He contacts the place you work for and secretly sends in a fuck ton of orders. You come home with tears in your eyes and all stressed out, crying in his big arms. "See, honey? Look what I told you. My sweet girl. You don't belong out there. You belong with me. In my bed." He'd act all concerned when you nod and curl up in his arms. He places kisses all up on you and soon he has you in a mating press, pounding your cunt. You're too cock drunk to even notice that he doesn't have a condom on. This was perfect. He spends all night breeding your pussy, pressing up thoroughly against you, making sure he does the deed properly. You pass out in his arms and he makes sure to contact your workplace right after, telling them that you quit. He places a kiss right on your forehead, rubbing your belly.

He'd act all smug once you finally show him your pregnancy test in your frenzied state, "It's okay, baby. It was meant to happen sooner or later. Settle down. Didn't I tell you I'd take care of you?"

--🚿🚿

I want him so bad. I need him so bad.

NO PLEASE THIS JS MY DREAM

Although I would never protest so much, bc if daddy wants me to have his babies, their immediately have his babies 😌😌😌 no questions asked bc Ari is in charge of everything and what he says goes!!!

I can totally imagine sugar daddy Ari knocking you up and making you quit your job so you’re completely dependant on him. His pregnant little baby girl, safe and sound in his penthouse apartment. He’d spoil you sooo much and take care of you sooo good 😌😌😌 he’d make you his cute little wife 😌😌🥲💖💖

[o-scrivello]

*there was a dead bird on his doorstep*

-🔪🚿

What the fuck- Who's after me now, jesus-

[He nudged it to the side, off the step, with his boot. He grimaced, looking around the surroundings and then dipping back inside.]

[henryjekyllposts]

Oh- so-

(Good lord Norman you're annoying)

Nuh uh, anyways, like I was saying before being rudely interrupted. What causes your- well, other you I guess-?

(Norman stop)

-🔪🚿

My… oh is this about Hyde? We aren’t the same person. I’m not sure why everyone insists that we are

[lovedetlost]

HOW DO YOU MASTURBATE WITH A BATH FAUCET i wanna try. also are girls supposed to release like actual cum when they orgasm? i never do

LEGS SPREAD UNDER THE FAUCET GET THAT GOOD GOOD PRESSURE RIGHT ON THE CLIT BABY

girls rarely have an ‘ejaculation�� similar to boys. she does release a liquid, after i orgasm like if i want to be a horny bitch, i can scoop it out. but it’s less obvious. normally it just slowly makes it’s way onto my panties haha

[crystalflygeo]

phew 😮‍💨🚿

it's so funny bc I answered your other ask so fast while at work just so you wouldn't stress/worry omg

[theflyingfeeling]

Now I would totally but a bc themed bathroom rug🤣

Right?? 😂 I hope they'll also have shower curtains to match, because my current one is a complete different colour scheme

[softshuji]

You have a problem with your sight too now? You really need to know who I am? Now cmon

*gestures down to my crotch*

We're following the rules, you need to as well

-??

I do need to know.....it's unfair otherwise. Don't you know who I am? Come on please tell me,

Hmmmm, if I do it, then can I know? I'll follow the rules promise, but I'm not getting naked for just anyone. *Lightly touching my clothes* I have some modesty, and I don't wanna lose it.

[kurtsworld9619]

Uh oh stinky

Nuh uh! Not me!! I showered today, I’m a fresh boy! -I’ll have you know!! 😤

also

[a-walking-fandom-reference]

me and you seem to always shower around the same time so I have defeated the shower monster and I'm rooting for you!!

~🚿

!! we are so in sync i managed to defeat the shower monster yesterday!!

[evansbby]

Just read WG3 first thing in the morning. And the one thing I can't say is:

I hate EVERYONE. I'm not team Steve. Not team Ari (maybe a little). I just want her to be happy😭😭 I felt so bad. She's such a sweetheart and all the men are treating her like shit.

First, Wanda is such a terrible friend. Like what the fuck?? Why would you leave your friend like that for your boyfriend?? Hello?? Breaking girl code. I just wanted to rip her hair out, I swear. My girl needs better friends!! Speaking of, I did not expect Sharon to be such a sweet girl. I expected her to be bitchy or something along those lines. BUT SHE WAS SO SWEET. And I can only imagine how guilty she feels every time she sees Sharon. To know that a girl whose bf you fucked is complimenting you?? I would drown in guilt. They'd be such good friends but it's just not meant to be🥹🥹.

AND Ari. The king of misunderstandings. He's such a dick. A huge dick. His only saving grace is his face, his body, and his humongous cock. He can be so sweet and gentle but he'll just come up with the worst way to word shit. Like why are you acting like you own her when you won't even break up with SHARON. And maybe explain why you and Steve don't like each other?? And give more concrete reasons as to why she should avoid Steve. You beefy whore.

I enjoyed the scene where she stood her ground. YES. Thank God, I was so proud of her. She needs a man who would actually cherish her and take care of her. Not someone stringing her along.

And I knew it. I had a bad feeling about Steve all along. It was too suspicious and I kept cringing every time he called me 'babygirl' and how he was so obviously trying to be cool and charming. I HATE him. It's so obvious how he's trying to use her to make Ari jealous (it worked).

I loved loved LOVED the scene where Steve threw the basketball at her. (Probably cause I kept running into scenarios where I get hit by basketballs in the face BUT I NEVER HAD AN ARI TO TAKE CARE OF ME.) I love how Ari rushed to pick her up and take care of me. He seemed softer in that scene even if he was still being an ass for acting like he owned her. But also it's kinda hot how overprotective he is. And again, thank god for the fact that she stood up for herself.

Now, the DATE. That bitch Steve. He's so gross, oh my god. I've never been this grossed out by a character before. Especially not my daddy Steve. Like what's his problem?? when he took her to his house and we got introduced to Kira. I knew something was wrong. He was trying to portray her as shy but I knew it was something more than that. He's so vileee. The way he was trying to force himself onto her??!! FUCK YOU. EW. That's so traumatizing. I hated him even more when he ruined her dress. She was so excited for their date and it just turned into this? All girls know how long it actually takes to plan your outfit, your makeup, your hair, etc. It's a whole workout. And I hate to see her so hurt because she's just the biggest sweetheart (you love to make your mcs suffer😭). I was so scared for her, literally clutching my pillow, so afraid for her safety. I was almost praying that Ari would come show up and beat him up. Like how is she gonna get home??? Then our savior Kira came. I'm so thankful for her but also scared. Like what's Steve gonna do to her once they're alone?? And the fact that all she had to do was threaten to call their parents to get him to stop? Small dick energy. I hope we get to see more of her, literally warmed me up when she gave her a pink sweater.

Onto the last scene. Ari. Okay, I was surprised he broke up with her but damn. Can't he read the room?? She obviously looked devastated and tired and exhausted. All of the above. I know he was so ready to tell her and I even thought it was cute when he'd gotten all dressed up for her and got a bouquet of flowers. I'm still team Daddy Ari obviously. But ughh, I'm so conflicted. Cause it shows that he's kinda still up in his own ass and so smug about things but I pray that he will get better. He probably will. I felt so frustrated at him because she clearly just wanted some space away from men💔 it's actually heartbreaking how she's been waiting to hear "I broke up with her" for so long and now it just means nothing to her. She just feels numb because she genuinely feels as if she's just a tool that men can use and dispose of. It's such an easy thing to relate to because tbh. Most men are shit and make you feel like that. For once, I hope to God Ari gets his shit together and beats Steve up for me. FUCK him.

Now girlie, thank you so much for this wonderful chapter💕💕 I've been waiting for it and stalking your page like a creep to see even the tiniest update. But also cause reading through your blog makes me happy and lifts up my mood. It's literally how I get my news. it's my morning routine. I hope you take a good break cause damn, this was a phenomenal chapter. You killed it again. Even while I'm reading the story, I literally have to stop and inspect the wording cause how'd you get it like that?? How do I write like that. I aspire to be able to write like you. I know I talk about it all the time but the way you build up on your story is sooo great. And I adore the tense moments contrasted with the sweet, flowery moments. I really feel as if IM THE MAIN CHARACTER. As If I'm in the story. I swear, I can literally smell Ari's perfume through the screen. Thank you again, hope you have the greatest day ever💕

—🚿

AHHHHH love you bestie thanks for this incredible review fr 🥹🥹🩷🩷

“I hate everyone” is such a mood coming out of this new chapter!!! I think the last few paragraphs really tapped into the feminine rage so many of us feel! Just this helpless feeling of men always being MEN and just being the worst no matter what! That’s what I was trying to convey 😭😭 fuck team Ari and team Steve too! Hehehe

Also yes, everyone expected Sharon to be a bitch but the plan was always to make her nice! In fact, even in poyt I wanted to make Sharon nice (in fact she is nice, she just gets a bit mean bc of justified reasons and misunderstandings lol). I think it just makes for a more interesting plot instead of doing the easy route and making all of you hate her by making her a typical mean girl! I mean, this girl gets cheated on in every fic I put her in 😭😭 it also adds another layer to the plot by making reader feel super guilty about sleeping with Ari behind Sharon’s back…

You calling Ari a beefy whore with a humongous cock is so funny bestie and so accurate 😭😭 none of us would be so forgiving towards him if he didn’t look the way he does lmfao.

Also omfg not you finding Steve cringeworthy with the ���babygirl” stuff 😭😭😭😂😂😂 I lowkey thought it was cute and hot 🥹 but that’s so funny bc yeah, you could say he was putting on an act there trying to be cool… OR WAS HE??? 🤔🤔🤔 either way, it makes his character more interesting!

And omfg so you’ve also had experiences getting hit in the face with a basketball? Bc that plotline is actually PERSONAL to me! Inspired by when I was in year 10 and the only one new person in the whole grade and I was walking with some friends and some guys were playing football and the football hit me SO SO SO hard smack on my face! Like SO hard, I was winded. And I was the new girl and soooo shy so I didn’t even say anything and I had no beefy Ari either to help me! My friends yelled at the guy who’d kicked the ball though. He didn’t do it on purpose but they still YELLED at him angrily. Which looking back is so nice of them bc I was the new girl and they weren’t my proper friends, I’d only been in that school a month or two and wasn’t close to anyone! So it was sweet of them to fight for me like that. And the guy was like “uh sorry” but he didn’t even care!!! Idk why I just went off topic with this story bUT THAT IS WHAT GAVE ME THE BASKETBALL TO THE FACE IDEA!!! GIRLIES GETTING HIT WITH SPORTS BALLS IN THE FACE IS SO COMMON HELPPP 😭😭😭😭

Okay back to your review lmfao not you being grossed out by Steve during the date! Bestie I’m LIVING for your Steve hatred 😂😂😂 but also bestieee pls read that part again bc Kira isn’t afraid of Steve and Steve doesn’t ever and won’t ever hurt her 😭😭😭 In fact, Kira came into the kitchen excitedly to talk to Steve, and only got anxious and shy when she saw reader there! And Steve was just trying to make Kira come out of her shell more and be friends with reader! HE WAS JUST BEING A GOOD OLDER BRO BESTIE PLSSSS😭😭😭😭 bc i lowkey feel like i didn’t portray this properly but I think i did so now IDEK SKXNSKXNDKSK

But anyways yes Steve was a jerk to reader in his bedroom! Not him ruining her dress that she was so excited about 🥹😭

YASSS Ari all dressed up with the flowers was so cute! But you’re so right bestie, CAN HE NOT READ THE ROOM??? Bad timing lmfao. And maybe a little too late.

Thank you so so much for this review, seriously your words mean everything to me and they give me such validation! Bc when you say that you can literally smell Ari’s perfume and you literally feel like you’re in the story, YES THANK YOU! That’s what I want yall to feel so I’m so so happy about that 🥹🥹🥹🩷🩷

[henryjekyllposts]

Good grief-

Multiple personality disorder-??

(Norman stop trying)

No, Mother, I'm curious now.

-🔪🚿

No, I don’t have that, sorry

[lovedetlost]

it’s the anon yesterday that u have gave the shower head tip to and HOLY SHIT i’ve never cum so hard

OH MY GOD BABY YES YES YES IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU

[sunfishsquid]

I'd like to think that when they become lovers, the first thing Lukas would do is give Jesse a bath 🚿🛁

The idea is from @enden-agolor ask, that Anon's idea sparked something in me to draw this ✨✨✨

[philistiniphagottini]

HIIII!! found your blog recently in hsr tags :3 and I also saw your talks doing for P5!!1

Akechi Goro with 🚿 ?

Hi Anon. I'm curious which fic you found me through :)) And thanks for the request. This was a little self indulgent for me because my stupid foot has been acting up the past couple of days cause of the cold weather. I hope you enjoy.

cw. fluff, bathing together, gender neutral reader

Domestic Bliss

A contented sigh blew past your parted lips as you let your body sink further into the warm, relaxing waters of your bath. You struggled to keep your eyes open as the scent of expensive soaps curled in your lungs with each deep breath you took, bubbles clinging to your skin as the suds danced along the rippling surface of the bath water. Your mind swirled in a blissful haze of serenity and your body threatened to drift off into the sweet embrace of velvety sleep. That was, until you felt someone lightly squeeze your foot and snap you out of your stupor. 

You jolted lightly as a soft noise rumbled in the back of your throat and you snapped back to attention. A warm chuckle breezed past Akechi’s lips as he watched you on the other end of the tub, cradling your foot in the palms of his hands as he continued to rub his fingers along your sore muscles. 

“You were drifting off” he said with a soft hum. “It’s dangerous to fall asleep in a bath.”

A lackadaisical smile graced your lips as your shoulders dropped and you relaxed once more. You wriggled your toes as Akechi worked the knots out of your tired muscles, the smooth touch of his hands a soothing balm against your heated skin. A flicked a stray bead of water out of your hair, tussling your frizzy locks as the tips of your fingers started to prune from how long you had both been soaking in this bubble bath concoction. 

“I can’t help it” you replied with an airy tone to your voice. “You’re really good at giving foot rubs.”

Akechi’s lips twitched into a small smile as he pinched your big toe between his fingers, hands holding firm as laughter bubbled up your throat and you tried to jerk your foot away from the ticklish brush of the tips of his fingers. A thoughtful hum stirred in his chest as he kept his eyes trained on his task, thumbs drawing repetitive patterns into skin as he paid extra attention to the scars around your ankle. You tried to contain the grimace when he pressed his fingers into the round ball of your ankle, fingers pressing into the scars until he could feel the metal that lay just beneath the skin. Another soft noise drifted past his parted lips. 

“Have you been moving around enough lately?” he inquired. “You know how sore your ankle gets when you don’t.”

A puff of air blew past the seam of your lips, flicking a stray strand of hair out of your eyes as a small pout tugged at your lips. 

“It’s hurting because it’s cold” you replied. “Did you know metal and cold weather don’t mix?”

You lightly pushed the heel of your foot into his chest, tapping on his skin as a warm smile lit up your features. It touched you that he was so concerned for your health but you had been managing just fine this winter. Although, he wasn’t wrong about moving around. It would help lessen the pain if you were a bit more active and stretched your muscles a bit more. But most mornings, you didn’t even want to get out of bed. 

“Yes, I know” Akechi replied. “You tend to remind me. You complain that you can feel the rain coming with all that metal in your foot.”

You rolled your eyes playfully in response. “Enough about my bum foot” you announced. “Just keep talking or I might fall asleep again. How’s work?”

Akechi ran his thumb over your ankle as he pondered. “It’s the same as usual. You know I cannot go into too much detail about the cases.”

You waved your hand idly through the air. “Yeah I know. Confidentiality and all that.”

Akechi chuckled softly as he squeezed your foot. “And how about you? Tell me about your day.”

“Trying to change the subject?”

“Is it wrong of me to ask about my partner’s day?” Akechi shot back.

You huffed loudly. “Just keep rubbing my foot and I’ll let you know.”

At this rate, you’d both turn into prunes before you even got the chance to wash your hair. But, neither of you seemed to mind and continued to bask in this simple piece of heaven as long as you possibly could.

[moni-logues]

Namjoon fic prompt: 🚿🧼

Not sure to what extent this fulfils the brief, but I had a LOT of fun writing this one!!!!!!!!! Thank you anon!!! this is unbeta'd and kind of unedited. PEACE.

Sexts and Showers

Pairing: Namjoon x f.reader

Genre: pwp/smut, secretly dating

Summary: Namjoon accidentally sends a photo meant for you to your roommate, who does not know that the two of you have been sleeping together. First you deal with one problem (sex with Namjoon), then you deal with the other (telling all your friends about it)

Word count: 2.8k

Content: shower sex! Namjoon and reader haven't told their friends they've been fucking!, sexting, a dick pic, oral sex (f. receiving), unprotected sex

* * *

“Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god,” Yeji repeated over and over as she barged into your room and sat herself on your bed. “Why is Namjoon texting me this?!” 

She thrust her phone into your face and the colour immediately drained from it. 

Namjoon: I think I'm going to need a cold shower... unless you want to join me... 

Ok, you thought, could be worse. There was maybe some wiggle-room left for some kind of plausible deniability. 

Unfortunately, the text was only part of it. It was accompanied by a photo that left almost nothing to the imagination. He wasn’t fully naked, but as near as dammit. You could’ve seen his erection from space.  

You spluttered, choked, didn’t know what to say. And then another message came through. 

Namjoon: OH FUCK 

And in a second, both previous bubbles disappeared, replaced by ‘This message was deleted’. 

Namjoon: I know you saw that... I can see you read them... 

Namjoon: I’m SO sorry 

Namjoon: Obviously they weren’t meant for you, Yeji 

Namjoon: PLEASE forget you ever saw them 

Namjoon: PLEASE 

Namjoon: PLEASE PLEASE 

Namjoon: I’m so so so so sorry 

“Wow,” is all you could choke out.  

“WHAT THE FUCK!” Yeji screamed, so close to you that you thought your eardrum might burst. “WHO IS HE SEXTING?!” 

The answer was you. Or rather, he was supposed to be sexting you and not Yeji. He had been sexting you recently. Doing a lot more than that, too. You just hadn’t told anyone yet.  

It was an accident, really. Neither of you meant it to happen. It just did. There was nothing ground-breaking about it. Same old story: you drink too much and get a little handsy with each other because you’ve secretly kind of always liked each other; then you get more than a little handsy and then you do it again and again and, suddenly, it’s A Thing. A thing you decide not to tell everyone else about.  

You sat on your phone to try to hide its buzzing. You didn’t need to check it to know that it was Namjoon. You didn’t know why he was calling; you and Yeji lived together: of course she was going to run straight to you with this. Of course you wouldn’t be able to answer.  

“I don’t know,” you answered Yeji. “It might just be some person from an app.”  

She looked at you sharply. 

“Why are you not also screaming?! Did you not SEE what I saw?! What I showed you?!” 

“I saw it! I saw it! But... I don’t know, he’s a grown man; he can sext who he likes.” 

“Not without telling us! Ugh, the gossip! He’s depriving us! Besides, wow, who knew he was packing like that?”  

You nudged her with a grin. 

“Ahh, let the man have a couple of secrets, eh? What's the harm? He’ll tell us when he wants to. And I think he probably doesn’t want you to know he’s packing like that. Doesn’t want me to know either,” you added hastily. “He would probably prefer that neither of us had seen that. You shouldn’t have shown me that! He’ll be embarrassed. Just let him have his secrets and his privacy, at least for today.” 

“But I want him to tell me NOW! I’m going to reply to him. The interrogation is starting. Maybe I’ll call him.” 

She was already standing and wandering back out of your bedroom.  

“You want to interrogate him with me?” 

“No, thanks; I’ve got some stuff to work on.” 

“Suit yourself. I’ll fill you in later.” 

She shut your door as she left and you whipped out your phone. 

Namjoon: oh god i’ve done something bad 

Namjoon: like really bad 

Namjoon: I was trying to text you—I was supposed to send it to YOU 

Namjoon: I accidentally sent a photo of my dick to Yeji 

Namjoon: she definitely saw it 

Namjoon: I don’t know how I get out of this. What do I say? I can’t tell her it was meant to go to you! 

Namjoon: Help me  

You laughed and pressed dial, hoping Yeji didn’t actually call him herself. 

“Hey.” He sounded a little breathless, his breathing a little heavy down the phone. 

“Yeah, so Yeji just left my bedroom actually. She showed me what you sent.” 

Namjoon groaned. 

“I’m sorry.”  

“You don’t have to be sorry; it was just a mistake.” 

“But how do we get out of it?”  

“I don’t know. I told her it might just be someone on an app; you could go with that. Pretend to have a casual thing-” 

“But then if we come out and say we’re... whatever we are, the timeline won’t work-” 

“Oh, that’s a bridge we can cross when we get to it. We can just say you lied to keep it a secret.”  

“I guess.” 

“Seriously, Namjoon, I think it’ll be fine. Yeji will find something else to obsess about soon enough, by tonight probably.” 

You were trying to convince yourself as much as you were trying to convince him. You were right, Yeji would find something else to be distracted by. It probably wouldn’t erupt all over your friendship group; it probably wouldn’t get out of hand. They probably wouldn’t tease him mercilessly about it until you abruptly shouted up that it was you, thus revealing everything.  

Probably. 

It’d be fine.  

He groaned again. 

“Just such a stupid thing to do. And I’ll tell you this for free: a very effective boner killer, too.” 

You laughed. 

“So you don’t want me to come over and shower with you?” 

“Oh, shit, I didn’t say that. My door is always open to you, you know that.” 

You sighed. 

“I’ve got a lot of work to do tonight so I don’t know if I’ll make it.” 

“Ok.” 

“But keep thinking those thoughts, ok?” 

“Yes, ma’am.”  

“Oh and Namjoon?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Send me the photo, yeah?” 

* 

You didn’t know about Namjoon but you did keep thinking those thoughts. They were driving you to distraction. You had barely read more than a page of your report in the last half-hour. You kept unlocking your phone, looking at your message thread with Namjoon, at that photo. At a certain point, it becomes more efficient to do the distracting thing first and then knuckle down. Get it out of your system so you can concentrate afterwards. That was starting to sound like a very appealing course of action. 

You picked up your phone again.  

You: have you showered yet? 

Namjoon: No, why? 

You: Can I come over? 

Namjoon: Do you even have to ask? 

Namjoon: (that means yes. Please. Please come. Come now) 

You shut your laptop; Yeji was similarly sequestered in her bedroom so you were able to sneak out without rousing any sort of curiosity. Thank god. 

* 

“Hi.” 

“Hi.” 

“So about this shower.” 

The door had barely closed behind you before Namjoon was kissing you, pulling you closer, running his hands up your body.  

“You really want to shower?” he asked. His voice was low and gruff, his words mumbled against your neck. 

You laughed. 

“Transparency: I want you to fuck me in the shower.” 

He responded by nipping at your earlobe.  

“You gonna ask nicely?” 

“No.” 

He gave your nipple a tweak and you jerked against him, your hips knocking into his, drawing a quiet moan from his mouth. He grinned at you and kissed you firmly. 

“That’s my girl.”  

Your clothes littered the floor as they were discarded en-route.  

“Why haven’t we done this already?” Namjoon asked as he hoisted you onto the edge of the counter. “Fuck, I’ve been thinking about this so much.” 

“You’re a shower sex guy, huh? Noted.”  

“For you? I’m an anywhere-sex guy.”  

Your words were taken from you, from your mouth to his as he pressed his lips to yours and licked into your mouth. You were hot already, even before the shower began to fill the room with steam. That was the thing about Namjoon; he made you so impatient. The mere thought of him had your heart racing. A kiss was enough to get you wet. You were feral with need for him. Insatiable. 

When he kissed you, your mind was wiped clean, a blank static fuzz. When he sucked hard bruises into your neck, your chest, you were nothing but animal. No shame, no overthinking, no insecurity, just pleasure buzzing all over your skin, shivering down your spine, coiling in your guts, pooling in your core.  

Namjoon sank to his knees on the hard, tiled floor and kissed your inner thighs. He wrapped his arms around them, pulled you a little closer—you clutched the edge of the counter and his hair for balance—then he licked you, firmly from slit to clit and back again, into every fold and then into your cunt. You weren’t backward about coming forward and, when you had first done this with Namjoon, you had been fully prepared to tell him how to do it, how you liked it. He hadn’t needed the instruction. That first time, he’d had you reeling after a screaming orgasm within a minute.  

You didn’t think you’d last even that long this time. Not with his lips around your clit, his tongue warm and wet against it, the soft pressure as he sucked, the harder pressure as he flicked, the feel of his fingers as he rocked them inside you, insistent and unstoppable. He made a mess of you and, moments later, you made a mess of him, coming over his face, your slick dripping down his hand.  

He pressed sticky kisses onto your stomach, his tongue laved over your stiffened nipples, his lips pressed softly against yours and then harder, his teeth took your bottom lip and he bit down.  

“So about this shower,” he murmured against your lips, his eyes poring over yours.  

You couldn’t speak, could only nod, and he held you steady as you settled your feet back on the floor, your legs still wobbly.  

The room was hot now, the water hotter. As Namjoon crowded you against the shower screen, you felt breathless, a little suffocated but you didn’t know if that was down to the steam or to Namjoon. He ran his hands all over you as you kissed, your bodies pressed tightly together, his flushed, leaking dick trapped between you.  

Whereas Namjoon made you impatient, he seemed to have an unlimited supply of patience. He soaped you up, every inch of you, and you realised how intimate this was; it suddenly wasn’t just sex. He was touching your body with a different kind of care and attention now. Sex was imminent but this moment, this moment wasn’t about sex really. He turned you around, gently, running his hands down your back and over your backside, all the way down to your feet and all the way back up. He pressed a kiss to your soapy shoulder and wrapped his arms around your waist. His lips then found the shell of your ear. 

“Baby, you’re fucking beautiful,” he whispered and a spark rushed down your spine.  

You turned and kissed him, trying to say with your body what you couldn’t find the words for. And then, 

“Can you fuck me now?” 

He grinned and turned you back around, his hands squeezing at your glutes, kneading, then pushing you forward a little, smoothing up your back and along your arms, placing your hands flat on the tiled wall, braced. He held you like that, in suspense, in anticipation, his hands here and there, his lips first on your hip, then the back of your neck, his body distant, then pressed close.  

You begged because you had learnt that he liked it. That he liked it when you sounded a little breathless, a little whiny, your voice catching as you asked him, please, please, to fuck you.  

“Namjoon... Namjoon... Please?” 

You dipped your head, pressing your forehead to the wall, your fingers scratching down the tiles as you continued to clench, your soft, wet walls coming together around nothing. Still.  

“Just one more time, baby. Just ask me one more time.” 

“Please fuck me. Namjoon, ple- ah, fuck—hnn-” 

It was familiar now, the pressure of the stretch as he pushed inside you. You swore quietly again as he bottomed out and dragged backwards, slowly, torturously slowly. He kept a hard grip on your hips, keeping you or him steady or both. The steam swirling around you, the clean, fresh scent of Namjoon’s soap, the water hitting your skin, Namjoon’s lips on your neck as he thrust a little harder now, squeezing past your g-spot, making your legs tremble—it was overwhelming. You felt transported. No longer just in the shower in Namjoon’s apartment. No longer was this just sordid nor was it mundane. It was you and Namjoon. A thing that had lain dormant in you, something you hadn’t seen coming until it happened and then you couldn’t believe that it hadn’t happened before. This was what you had been looking for. Yes, him fucking you, yes, the way he kissed you and the way he knew which buttons to press, yes, his dick hot and heavy on your tongue, thick and slightly curved and fucking you just right. Yes, all of that but more, too.  

You had not really talked about where this was going, what you were to each other, but now you knew and your heart grew three sizes.  

Namjoon grunted behind you, his breathing becoming laboured. Your name fell off his lips as though it had always lived there. His fingers found their way forward and onto your clit, rubbing in circles that started slow and got faster and faster as you made your dizzy way to a second orgasm.  

He wasn’t far behind, his thrusts hard and rhythm faltering before he came with a long drawn-out curse. He pulled you backwards, held you tight against his chest and you were grateful for the support, not sure if you could stand.  

“As good as the fantasy?” you asked, panting, your head tipped sideways and up to look at him. 

He kissed you, deep and slow, making your knees weaker, your hands gripping tight at his arms around your waist.  

“Better. Way better.”  

You twisted and wrapped your arms around his neck. He kissed you again, pushed you backwards, your body meeting the wall. He sucked on your bottom lip, nipping lightly with his teeth, then he opened his mouth and you rolled your tongue with his, still able to taste yourself on him. You traded kisses, still under the persistent patter of water, still hot and wet and soft against the unyielding tile. Namjoon murmured your name against your lips.  

“What should I tell Yeji, huh?” 

“You could always tell the truth,” you answered, too dazed to think it through. 

“You want to tell people about us?” 

“I never minded in the first place. You were the-” 

“No,” he said. 

He pulled back and looked at you quizzically. 

“What are you talking about? It was you who suggested keeping it a secret,” he continued. 

“Not at all! It was you!” 

“No, it wasn’t!” 

“Well if it was neither of us, then why are we keeping it a secret?!” 

“I don’t know!”  

You looked at each other, aghast, bewildered. Then you laughed.  

“We’re so stupid.” 

You kissed his shoulder and he returned it on your temple. 

“So should we just tell people now?” 

“What do we tell them?”  

You shrugged.  

“That depends what you want this to be, I guess.” 

“What do you want it to be?” 

“I want to be with you.”  

The sigh of relief that came from Namjoon was so large it was almost comical.  

“Me, too. With you.”  

“So it’s settled then.” 

“Settled.” 

You nodded at each other, once, firmly, and then went back to kissing under the water. 

* 

Later, you sat with Namjoon in his bed, resting between his legs, your back against his chest.  

You: btw, Namjoon meant to send that photo to me 

Yeji: um 

Yeji: WHAT 

You took a photo of the two of you, Namjoon’s topless torso visible, your heads close, your smiles respectively bright and bashful. You sent it to Yeji. 

Yeji: WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

You: yeah it’s kind of a thing 

You: that we’ve been doing 

You: for a little bit  

You: probably going to keep doing it some more, tbh 

When she didn’t reply, you assumed she’d had a heart attack. That, or she was busy letting every single person she’d ever met know about the two of you. If you needed news spreading, she was the one to go to.  

“So now everyone knows,” Namjoon said, nuzzling against your neck, dropping light kisses against your skin. 

“Everyone knows,” you replied, tipping your head slightly to give him better access. “Oh, also,” you said, suddenly remembering, “everyone knows about your big dick, too. There’s no way Yeji kept that back.” 

He laughed, hearty and full.  

“I think I’m ok with that, actually.” 

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AM getting sprayed with water stimboard, please it would be funny

It is, XD

Warning for hammers, sharks, and general aggression below cut!

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AM Getting Sprayed With Water stimboard

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Themes: Tech, aggression, hate, sprays, water

Note: Would that break him, or is he more advanced than that?

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