#*kissed her abs bc she was pulling up her shirt/trying to get undressed and was giving me ✨That Look✨ but the more I stared at her as she

[hislittleraincloud]

uhhhh are u saying jenna wanted to get down with emma ?

Not at all, though I kinda knew someone would latch on to that little note in my tags.

It's just a look of youthful inebriation and someone having a very good time during; there's a moment where one can tell that she's trying to function soberly but can't. She's shitfaced and she's clearly trying to balance on her little feet and barely got back into that seat. Unfit to drive anywhere. This, but happier & positive:

She was very good in this Miller's Girl scene playing slightly shitfaced, scorned, vengeful, & manipulative.

That's The Look (and it flashed before she sat down in the seat/started talking).

The whole Jessica wanting to get with me thing was a separate thought, and a separate [subsequent] look. Probably best described (if we're still using Ortega here) like this, but drunk

And now that I reminisce about that night, I'm reminded of how much more shitfaced Jessica was (the wobbling was way thicker, and she was falling into me). That whole night at the club was kind of a weird vibe because everyone was aware that Diana's funeral was the next day (someone had written "DIANA 💖" in white chalk on one of the ceiling joists by the side bar...people wrote on the joists all the time but that one stuck out to me). It was subdued for a Friday night, which was one of the fetish-y subculture nights back then.

Oh damn. I just looked up the club again to see if there were pictures because they had closed for a while and I thought they were still closed but apparently it's open again: It was the Man Ray Club in Cambridge, MA. From the pics the interior looks like it was changed quite a bit since 1997. They still have goth Wednesdays, which I tried to go to on a regular basis with my then-girlfriend. But also to the new pictures, they use it as a venue for kids to play around with too??? That's seriously insane, I don't think they did that back in '97 because our goth and fetish nights were not family friendly at all.

BUT I digress and ramble as usual. You guys would have loved Jessica. She looked like Barrera and Ortega's love child, only Anglo. An insanely gorgeous dancer, and one of my friend's casual hookups. But I wasn't into casual hookups, and as much as we clearly wanted each other, nothing major* happened because my 23-year-old ass recognized that it wouldn't be right to fuck a shitfaced girl. (Perhaps getting roofied and raped by a creepy dude we knew from the same club on a over a year prior helped me keep my own wits about me...but that's another story for another time.)

Short moral before the idiot tags: Be safe out there, kids. And don't pick out little things and blow them up to mean something that you want it to mean (I fkn saw your "Jemma" shit around this...you are far more brazenly disrespectful than I could hope to be). Sometimes cute young girls/women get drunk, and what they do when they're drunk is heavily influenced by said mind-altering poison (hence "under the influence").

[earlysunshines]

let's go for another round

son chaeyoung x fem!reader ; smut, fluff

synopsis: you’re skilled with your fingers, being a bassist and all, but what happens when you put those fingers to use on your bandmate chaeyoung?

warnings: smoking ; drinking ; pining ; fwb but the line between platonic and romantic is hazy bc they’re lesbians idfk

wc: 4.4k

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬: cologne by beabadoobee

a/n: invested in dividers lol. @nr1chaedickrider

the last thing you would’ve predicted to happen after a terribly slow rehearsal would probably have to be hooking up with the guitarist of your band.

there was no warning at all, the only thing you two can remember is the burning eye contact and that exchanged glance at each other’s lips before crashing into a hot, desperate kiss.

you bruise chaeyoung’s soft lips, kissing her roughly and leaving her breathless. her knees feel weak as you fumble with the zipper of her black jacket, aggressively sliding it off her.

“this is just-” you start in a hushed manner, “this doesn’t mean we’re-“

“you talk too much.” chaeyoung groans, pulling you closer and locking lips once again.

chaeyoung’s hands roam all over your body, trying to feel you and push you even closer while you shamelessly devour each other.

the two of you pull apart and work away at each other’s clothes, quickly trying to undress the other to have that skin-to-skin contact that’ll leave the two of you naked with shakier breaths and needier groans.

once you unzip chaeyoung’s jacket, you pull away and slide off the loose baby tee you wear in one, swift motion.

“shit,” chaeyoung says, biting her lip at the sight of you topless.

she gazes at your bra-clad chest and the tattoos that litter your shoulder and rib. there’s a small groove in your abdomen, emphasizing the shape of your abs—they’re not too defined, not body-builder crazy—but they’re there, which makes chaeyoung bite her lip.

your hands make their way to chaeyoung’s white graphic t-shirt that she has on, and you remove the last layer of clothing on her upper body so that you’re both only in your bras and whatever pants you have on.

no words are exchanged before you two have your hands on each other again, lips meeting eagerly.

in the process of completely feeling her up and kissing her until she slowly starts to lose feeling in her lips, you shift yourselves closer to chaeyoung’s bed.

you push her down, straddling her in between your knees while gazing at her flushed cheeks. there’s a needy look in her eyes as she looks up at you, propping herself up with her elbows. a smirk plays on your lips as you tilt her chin up and smile, leaning in to kiss her again before working at her jeans and taking them off.

chaeyoung’s breath hitches when you brush your fingers over her the fabric that covers her heat, “you’re so wet,” you mumble, looking at the darkened cloth. “are you that desperate? drenched already…”

not even a second later, you tug her jeans down and they fall to her ankles. she kicks the denim off and onto the ground.

“fuck, you look good,” you murmur, biting your lip at the sight of her so flushed and hot. chaeyoung subconsciously moves her hips up, letting out a small whimper at your words. you simply chuckle at her body’s response, then waste no time to hook a finger at the top of her underwear, slipping it off in a quick motion.

you whisper something under your breath and stare with darkened, lust-filled eyes before you kiss her again.

there’s no time wasted as you kiss her sloppily, your hand trails down with no hesitation and starts to tease her folds, the tips of your fingers already getting soaked from how wet she is. you continue to rub your finger up and down her slit, not giving her the pleasure that she wants, that she needs.

chaeyoung’s breath hitches, growing impatient from the way you constantly tease her.

“fuck, just fuck me already,” she says, it’s rushed, it’s needy, and it’s quiet—music to your ears.

“need me that bad?” you smirk against her skin before putting both your middle and ring finger in, making her moan against your lips.

you finger her at a steady pace, all while simultaneously thumbing her clit and working to take her bra off with your free hand. chaeyoung’s room is quite dim, but you can still see how flushed her cheeks are—almost velvet in color.

the guitarists’ brows are furrowed, and her top teeth trap her bottom lip, muffling the pretty, whiny sounds that you dreadfully need to hear.

her bra is off now, you mindlessly throw it somewhere on the bed—it most likely landed on the floor or nightstand instead, but you could care less.

your free hand immediately makes its way over to her tits, finger brushing over her hardened nipple, which makes her tremble and groan at the feathery touch. it doesn’t take long for you to latch your lips onto the unoccupied tit, blatantly sucking and kissing it, swirling your tongue around her bud which makes her back arch and nails claw at your shoulder.

chaeyoung grows whinier and louder, she’s close.

“fuck, y/n- fuck oh my god i’m gonna, i’m…” her sentences and pleads are almost incoherent, they’re so cracked out and breathy from the way you thrust your fingers in ruthlessly.

with one last pump of your fingers, and one more harsh press on her clit, she’s sent over the edge.

chaeyoung’s back arches and her body jerks, she curses loudly, and some jumbled whines are thrown into the mix.

your fingers are covered in cum, they’re drenched.

you tilt chaeyoung’s chin up, her breaths are still labored and her pupils take over most of her eyes from how dilated they are. the bottom of her lip is grazed lightly with your thumb before you push it down lightly, nudging her to open her mouth so you can stick your slick-covered fingers in.

chaeyoung tastes herself off your fingers, and a sound that’s a mix of a moan and whimper leaves her lips as she does so.

you take your fingers out and make the move to kiss her, it’s sloppy and full of tongue so you can get a hint of what she tastes like before you devour her. you pull away smirking, eyeing down her tits and to her pussy.

“legs open for me, want you to cum in my mouth.” you mutter against her neck. chaeyoung’s breath falters when she feels your warm breath against her skin, shivering from the feeling.

“where the hell is y/n?” hyejin sighs, looking at her phone.

chaeyoung groans—because you’re late, and because you had her wobbling out the door of her room after a night of at least five orgasms.

the guitarist had woken up naked in her bed with an empty spot beside her, the only trace of someone being there the night prior was the faint smell of cigarette smoke and the signature cologne you wore that lingered in the sheets of her bed.

“hello? y/n where the hell are you?” hyejin asks, brows furrowing in frustration—but not the same way chaeyoung’s had furrowed from your touch last night.

the vocalist talks to you on the phone with irritation for about five more seconds before you barge into the room with a tired expression and a bass guitar on your back.

“where have you been?” hyejin groans, “you’re ten minutes-“

“yeah yeah,” you sigh, “i had shit to do but i’m here now alright? could you just let me plug in my bass and let me get to work goddamn it.”

chaeyoung almost laughs at your response, hyejin is not a force to be reckoned with. you spare a quick glance at chaeyoung, eyes softening for a second before you plug in your bass and greet your drummer hyunmin.

“are you going to quit blabbing or start singing because i’m ready now, and i think the rest are too.” you groan, looking at the rest of the band. hyejin rolls her eyes, muttering something under her breath and fixing the microphone stand in front of her. you never really tolerated her.

chaeyoung walks outside the studio and sees you leaning against the railing. your back is turned, facing her.

the guitarist watches the gentle breeze disorder some strands of your hair, which makes your hand run through your locks in an attempt to fix it. a momentary pause ensues once you tuck a stray strand behind your ear, then you fetch a small box from the pocket of your jeans, pick a cigarette out of the case, and shuffle through the other pocket of the denim to pull out a lighter.

“can we share?” chaeyoung asks, making you turn your head in surprise.

you nod and hold the cigarette between your lips, cupping your hand to block the evening breeze as you light the end of it. you take a slow, deliberate breath, the smoke coiling and dancing within your lungs.

chaeyoung walks over to your left and leans on the same railing, then turns to watch smoke escape your lips in a thin, sinuous trail, curling and twisting into the air like a wisp of silk. the cigarette still sits between your fingers and you look down at it, looks like something is on your mind from the way you stare at it blankly with lidded eyes.

“what’s on your mind?” chaeyoung asks. you turn and make eye contact with her.

you simply smile and shake your head, then hand her the cigarette.

“nothing nothing….” you assure. the guitarist doesn’t buy your response with that fake tone of certainty when you say it.

chaeyoung traps the cigarette between her lips, inhaling leisurely then examining you while you stare at the scenery of the houses, buildings, and trees in the distance. chaeyoung’s brows furrow slightly as she exhales, the smoke dissipating into the air.

“you can always talk to me.” the guitarist says, handing the cigarette back. “you’ve seen me naked, so i guess you can tell me anything now.” she adds jokingly, making you chuckle softly.

“thanks,” you mumble and look at her sincerely, “and i’d love to see you naked again if i’m going to be honest.”

chaeyoung giggles, “i’d love to see you naked again as well.”

you smile, taking another hit of the cigarette before looking out into the distance again.

“again” is two days from that conversation, then another heated night a week after that.

“again” turns into a weekly thing, then twice a week, and now you’re over at chaeyoung’s three times a week, crashing your lips against hers after a few hours of rehearsals and being scolded by hyejin as soon as you reach her apartment.

even when the two of you are over at chaeyoung’s place to simply hang out, laze around, and maybe construct a small melody with the two instruments you play; it always ends in someone’s lips latched onto the other’s neck and breathless, needy moans. none of you complain when this happens, it’s inevitable anyway.

what’s also inevitable is you leaving chaeyoung’s apartment after every session with a simple text or small exchange of words. even though it shouldn’t bring a weird, uneasy feeling to chaeyoung’s heart, it does.

the two of you promised to keep this thing you had between the two of you on the low, and the rules were simple:

1. friendship and the band first

2: nothing changes except the fact that you occasionally explore each other’s bodies a couple of times a week.

3: no romantic feelings. rule three is a big one, you can’t fuck up the band like that—can’t have hyejin finding out especially.

the two of you find that all these rules are pretty simple, pretty straightforward. can’t be too hard, right?

a month and a half after the whole “friends with benefits” deal starts, you wake up next to chaeyoung for the first time instead of leaving her alone with crumpled sheets and a turned-over corner of the blanket.

the guitarist blinks slowly as she wakes up, trying to process everything and adjust to the light that seeps through the blinds.

chaeyoung turns to the side and sees you holding a pillow in your arms, clinging onto it like a teddy bear with your eyes closed and hair falling over your face. she watches the morning light hit your bare shoulder and a part of your face, emphasizing the slope of your nose and your soft lips.

something in the guitarist’s heart shifts—that’s not good.

the soft blanket gently drapes across your body, gently hugging your waistline while your bare torso glistens in the soft glow of the room. chaeyoung's gaze fixates on you, and an unspoken yearning lingers in the air as she fights the overwhelming desire to trace her finger along the beautiful curve of your side.

chaeyoung watches intently as you shift in your place, unconsciously seeking closeness. she feels her heart skip a beat, momentarily overwhelmed by the domesticity of the moment. she can't help but feel a surge of warmth as you settle on your back, looking peaceful and vulnerable. you look content.

your eyelids flutter open and you blink slowly, adjusting to the soft morning light. you mumble something incoherent, a sleepy melody that tugs at the guitarist’s heartstrings. it's a simple gesture, you’re simply waking up, but chaeyoung’s heart beats a little faster.

“morning.” chaeyoung mutters softly.

you sigh and turn over, hugging the pillow tightly again. “morning.” you say sleepily.

“you stayed the night?”

you rub your eyes and hum, “sorry, i didn’t realize-“

“no, no, it’s fine really.” chaeyoung cuts you off, “you can honestly stay whenever, you don’t have to leave.”

you set yourself back on the bed, laying down and humming in response,

“you sure? i hope it doesn’t complicate things…”

“it doesn’t,” chaeyoung says, “i wouldn’t mind, i mean, you’ve been over even before we… you know…”

before we started seeing each other like this.

“and besides, it’s less lonely when i wake up next to you.” chaeyoung admits.

you find yourself blushing.

a lump in your throat forms for some reason while you look at her naked—only covered by some of the blanket you two share. you realize that this, (referring to waking up next to chaeyoung’s naked self) would be very intimate if it were something more than platonic. it is very intimate despite your little “friends-with-benefits” deal.

it’s terrifying how your face warms up and this time it’s not because she’s moaning into your ear or cumming all over your fingers; it’s because she simply looks pretty. your brain goes completely blank from the tenderness of her voice and the soft look in her eyes.

“thanks.” you respond, hesitantly reaching over for your phone to check the time to hide your flushed face.

chaeyoung shows up to band practice with a crop top and jeans—you eye her exposed tummy that you’ve kissed down multiple times, eyes lingering on the faint line that trails in the middle.

eunseok, the rhythmic guitar player, catches your stare as chaeyoung tunes her guitar.

“what’s with that look?” he asks, quirking brow. you jump at the sound of his voice, almost hitting him.

“w-what? nothing, sorry, just zoning out.” you say, quickly picking at the strings on your own bass. you feel eunseok’s chuckle against your ear, the smirk on his face is evident even if you can’t see him while you stare down at your instrument.

“you like her?”

“no! stop that.” you groan, “don’t make me bring up whatever the fuck you and hyunmin have going on.” referring to the weird chemistry the male guitarist and the drummer have when the band drinks together (well, the band minus hyejin).

“whatever, whatever.” he says, rolling his eyes. “but i see you eyefucking her, why not ask her out?”

because we’ve been fucking every week for two months and i’m scared of commitment and i don’t even know if i like her like that but my heart kind of does flips and-

“i’m not doing that,” you sigh, “i’m not into her like that.”

“yeah yeah.” he says unconvinced.

chaeyoung meets you at the balcony of the studio again, you two share a cigarette like always. it’s a routine that has your lungs screaming a little.

rehearsals were rough, maybe it’s foreshadowing the sex you’ll have later.

hyejin was off, very off. you, chaeyoung, eunseok, and hyunmin were doing fine, all your instruments complimented each other well, it’s just hyejin. she sang, and that was the problem.

the lyrics she wrote for the song you’ve been producing just didn’tfit, neither did her tone or voice. the rest of the members agreed—not verbally, but through the exchanged, uneasy glances as soon as words left her mouth.

hyejin didn’t have a bad singing voice, i mean her voice fit the other songs, but not the type of songs the band wanted to be playing. it was difficult playing songs that didn’t make your head nod, that were too soft and cliché, it wasn’t the most enjoyable, and it didn’t sell well.

chaeyoung exhales a thin trail of smoke and it merges with the wind.

“chaeyoung,” you begin.

“yeah?”

“i think we should kick hyejin out.” you say. chaeyoung turns and looks at you with wide eyes, tilting her head.

“what?”

“it’s not going to work if we keep her in, you know i’m right.” you complain, “i mean that instrumental? it was perfect, it’s a hit—but she goes blabbing about how it doesn’t fit and shit, she just tweaks everything to fit her. that’s not how it’s supposed to be.”

chaeyoung sighs, “we’re going to be missing a whole vocalist.”

“you can sing?” you suggest.

“you’re crazy.” chaeyoung laughs, looking at you in disbelief. she shakes her head, handing you the cigarette. you roll your eyes, filling your lungs with smoke as you inhale.

there’s a sound of voices bickering in the distance, it makes you and chaeyoung redirect your attention in the direction that the voices were heard from. two familiar faces emerge from the door to the balcony and two men push each other while one shuffles through his pocket for a cigarette: eunseok and hyunmin.

“oh, you two.” hyunmin says unenthusiastically, grinning when you two roll your eyes at him.

eunseok rolls his eyes at him, pulling out a cigarette and cupping his hand around the end while he lights it up. the taller guitarist inhales and the smoke fills his lungs, he breathes out slowly before talking.

“the hell are you two doing here?” eunseok asks. his tone and word choice is harsh, but he’s just like that.

“could ask the same thing.” you respond, taking another hit of the cigarette. hyunmin takes the cigarette out from between eunseoks lips, earning a groan from him in response.

“we-“ eunseok cuts himself off, “i always smoke here.”

“we?” chaeyoung chuckles, “you two come here often?” and you look at her, almost laughing at the fact that you two have been smoking there together too, contradicting her own words. hyunmin blows smoke in eunseoks face, which has the drummer being shoved playfully.

“sharing is caring.” hyunmin grins, holding the cigarette between his fingers and holding it up to eunseoks mouth. eunseok takes the cigarette bashfully with his lips. the gesture urges you and chaeyoung glance at each other, you both seemed to notice the blush on eunseoks face.

“i was just talking about hyejin.” you explain, shifting the topic of the conversation. the mention of hyejins name earns a scoff from the male guitarist and an eye roll from the drummer.

“i’m still pissed at her, the instrumental is so good, and she wants us to fucking tweak it?” hyunmin sighs, “i’m fucking sick of hitting the high hats so softly, i wanna do some real shit.”

“chaeyoung’s solo is good, the chords i play fit well with hers, but that fucking…” eunseok trails off, cutting himself off by taking a hit of the cigarette, “her voice doesn’t even fit.”

you nod, “i’m saying, i think chaeyoung should sub in.”

“stop that.” she sighs, but hyunmin interjects.

“y/n you’re actually onto something!” the drummer beams, “chaeyoung you should really give it a try.”

the lead guitarist shrinks in her place, “i don’t know…”

“look,” eunseok says, “i think the suggestion isn’t that illogical. hyejin is gone, we could just plug in our shit and you could try something out? you can sing chaeyoung, i’ve heard. give it a shot.”

chaeyoung sighs, it’s three-on-one. she might as well.

the four of you found yourselves lost in the cozy embrace of the studio, lingering longer than usual since hyejin was gone. chaeyoung's agreement to sing along to the instrumental was a revelation, and it resonated perfectly with the fusion of your bass, eunseoks riffs, and hyunmin’s enthusiastic drumming. 

eunseok and chaeyoung switched roles, chaeyoung had taken over playing the simple chords and eunseok would be picking the more intricate tune. everything fit well, even if chaeyoung hadn’t figured out a concrete melody that would go along with the instrumental, her voice still fit pleasantly.

even after all of you finish rehearsing and messing around, you find yourselves immersed in a heated, deep conversation. hyejin is brought up here and there, but most of the time it’s just catching up with what’s been going on, laughing at each other, and simplygetting along like old friends do, because that’s what you are when the supposed vocalist isn’t around.

eunseok and hyunmin glance at each other and the tension is evident, especially the small flush on eunseok’s face when hyunmin goes on a tangent about one of his stupid theories. the male guitarist isn’t sneaky with his admiring look on the drummer, it’s quite amusing.

there are also moments where you and chaeyoung exchange glances that are too tender, too warm to be anything platonic. the two of you scoot closer throughout the whole conversation, shoulders end up grazing against each other and heads end up in the crook of necks from laughing. it’s all platonic, right? you figure it might be the alcohol in your system, hyunmin seems to always have some alcohol ready for drinking in the trunk of his car.

 (but the alcohol in your system wasn’t even enough to have you feeling tipsy, so what was it that made your cheeks feel so warm?)

when you and chaeyoung reach her place, the mood in the air shifts, even as you go down on her.

she grips your hair while you tongue fuck her ravenously, her head shoots back into the pillow on her bed as she sighs in ecstasy. her tattooed hands grip at the sheets and blissful moans fill the air—both her singing and sounds of pleasure are music to your ears.

“fuck, fuck, fuck, keep going,” chaeyoung breathes out, eyes shutting and top teeth trapping her bottom lip. “shit, i-i’m close, god-“

your tongue is torturous against her walls, and when you press your thumb on her clit for added stimulus—she’s pushed to the point where her vision is blurry and her hand grips your hair desperately as her climax fills your mouth.

“fuck, chaeyoung.” you mumble against her heat, licking your lips after. you kiss her thighs, almost too tenderly, it’s dangerously sweet, and despite the fact that you’ve temporarily taken chaeyoung’s ability to form coherent sentences—she’s flustered from the way you trail up her tummy and back to her lips.

your kisses are sweet, and her mind is fuzzy from how intimate this all is—and not in the “oh my god you just fucked me dumb” way, but in the “shit that was a little too lovey-dovey and i think i might explode if you kiss me like that again” way.

your lips part from hers and you smile, looking at her with an ineffable gentleness in your eyes. you brush the strands of hair that cover the guitarist’s face, and the words that come out your mouth reeeaallly fucks up the assumption that this is all platonic.

“you’re really pretty.” you mutter, tucking a messy, dark strand of hair behind her ear.

maybe it’s because you ate her out so well that her senses are all fucked up, but she genuinely can’t form a response. chaeyoung’s cheeks flush.

your eyes widen a little, “sorry, that was weird, sorry.” you say, propping yourself up.

“n-no, i’m just, it’s just-“ chaeyoung cuts herself off, breathing out gently. “i think, god, everything is so confusing.”

you tilt your head. “what?” you ask, laying down next to her whilst propping yourself up with your elbow, attention on her.

“nevermind-“

“no, say it, what’s on your mind? was it something i-“

“no, no,” chaeyoung assures, “it’s nothing you did, kind of. i’m just, i don’t know, all this is confusing.”

your eyes trail down her bare chest and down her body, but your eyes meet again.

chaeyoung sighs, “i don’t want to feel bad, and i just, i’ve been thinking and feeling like, i don’t know… it’s hard to tell you-”

“chaeyoung, you can tell me anything.” you mumble, looking at her affectionately.

“we’ve been fucking a lot, and i really like it of course, the sex is really fucking good. i just, i thought i would be fine with fucking around since it felt good, but then we started y’know, getting closer, and i think… i don’t know, with the band and everything... rule three should’ve been really easy not to break, but i think i-“

chaeyoung hums in surprise when you cut her off with a kiss, cupping her cheek and pressing your chest against hers in the process. she reciprocates the kiss, and it’s not a hungry, lustful one, the kiss is sweet and soft. butterflies flutter in her stomach.

you pull away and your lips are still lingering, “i think i broke rule three too.” you mumble against her lips, “sorry. i was scared of commitment for a while and then i realized: i wouldn’t mind it with you.”

chaeyoung blushes and kisses you again, it’s still sweet, but it’s much more passionate this time.

“it’s okay, i’m glad this doesn’t change anything.” she mumbles, “so—what are we now?”

“anything you want us to be. hope eunseok and hyunmin don’t mind, but they’ve probably been fucking too.” you respond, smiling before locking your lips with hers again. chaeyoung giggles, grinning into the kiss.

“stay the night? let’s get breakfast in the morning?”

you hum.

“it’s a date, but i want another midnight snack.” you mutter in a low tone, shifting yourself to hover over chaeyoung and work at her neck again, sending a shiver down her spine.

[leclerced]

not sure if u are still taking brain rot thoughts. but driver and gf and she’s still at uni so it’s not like she can come to every race. it becomes a habit for him to force as many orgasms out of her as he can before he leaves and when he gets back so she’s ‘not too pent up.’ overstim gets me sooo bad like him pushing her legs open and scolding her for thinking that she’d get away with ‘just’ three. she simultaneously loves it and hates it, is keyed up the entire day before he leaves bc she knows what’s coming that night. or going out for a nice dinner when he gets back and him teasing her and acting confused like they don’t both knows she’s going to come until she’s crying back at the house. sooo many good thoughts driver of your choice ofc would luv to hear ur take

thinking ab max this morning.. ofc

it’d become a thing where before he leaves he counts the days they’ll be separated and gives her an orgasm for each day, and when he returns, giving her an orgasm for each day he was gone.

she definitely learns to expect it, she’ll have a countdown on her phone for the next time she sees him and is mentally counting down the hours and minutes until she sees him again. and once it’s the day of, she can’t think about anything except him, touching her, tasting her, fucking her. trying to figure out what he’ll do and in what order, how many times he’s going to make her cum with his mouth or fingers before he finally gives her his cock.

he drags it out each time, he almost always takes her out to dinner or something just so he can see how wound up she is. he can tell from the moment he first sees her that she’s already antsy for it, that all she’s been thinking about is him fucking her until she can’t think anymore. he loves the look on her face when she’s doing her best to be patient for him. if she tries to convince him to skip dinner, he’d tease, “you’ve waited two weeks, you can wait a few more hours.”

by the time they leave, she’s soaked through her panties and she’s aching for his touch. once they’re home, she’s practically attacking him with kisses, pulling him to ber bedroom as she tries stripping them both down as quickly as possible. max would let her rush through it, laugh while she fumbles to get his shirt off with one hand and undo his jeans with the other. it’s endearing how badly she needs it. once they’re undressed, he takes his time with her. he goes back to teasing but she can handle it because at least he’s touching her now.

she’s already dripping but he spends plenty of time kissing and sucking his way down her body, replacing all the marks that have faded since the last time they saw each other. then, almost out of nowhere, his mouth is on her and two fingers are pressing inside of her. she starts crying when the third one hits her and he doesn’t stop sucking on her clit, his fingers don’t stop thrusting or curling and it’s toomuchtoomuchtoo- and then he stops. he pulls back and wipes his mouth with his hand, takes a moment to admire how fucked out she is and how pretty she looks for him, because of him. she takes the moment to catch her breath, relishing in the afterglow of her back to back orgasms. she’ll still be twitching from overstimulation when he begins stroking himself, getting ready to fuck her. she tries closing her legs around him when his fingers part her lips and sink back inside of her, his thumb swirling around her clit to make her entire body jolt under his. he’d get her to the edge again with his fingers, and just before her fourth orgasm crashes over her, he pulls his fingers out and fills her with his cock.

[cherry-holland]

Dame - h.o.

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Latina!reader

Summary: you get hired to help a certain British boy learn Spanish for an upcoming role... too bad y’all catch feelings 🤷🏽‍♀️

Warning: smuuut, some fluff!!

A/n: ayyye ya girl is back with another concept that, once again, @hazshauntedbelle has concocted and I just couldn’t pass up this opportunity to write it!!!

You were new to London, and man was London different than the Bronx. You didn’t hear Spanish being yelled at from the windows, or the consistent sound of sirens wailing right outside your apartment building. Yes, it was still a city, but it had nothing on New York. London was... a bit more peaceful if anything. And, honestly, you would take the peaceful over the constant noise that covered the Bronx at the moment.

You had moved because your superiors at the law firm you worked at in Manhattan were planting a new firm in the UK, and you, being the adventure lover you are, jumped at the chance. As much as you loved the Bronx and all that the city has to offer, you were craving a fresh start, something to shake things up in your life. You were never one to just sit still and stay in one place at a time, so the opportunity came at just the right time.

However, even when you got to London, you were still craving something new. You wanted to do something apart from the mundane work that a law firm brings... something different. So, you came up with the idea to teach Spanish for all who were willing to listen. Growing up in a big Puerto Rican household where Spanish was your first language, you had vast knowledge, and was itching to share it with these Brits.

At first, you had a few college students come for extra help, with some secondary school children mixed in. There were some adults that came later on in the mix, but you had primarily a lot of younger students. One in particular was catching on really well, and could even hold actual conversations with you. This did not go unnoticed by her mother, who approached you with an opportunity to teach one of her clients. She did briefly tell you she worked for a talent agency in the area, but didn’t speak much about her work (most likely for obvious reasons). So when she pitched you the idea, you were intrigued.

And thus started your teaching lessons with Harrison Osterfield. You had heard his name around town because of his up and coming status as a model and actor. You also did see him in Catch-22, but other than that he was just a normal guy just trying to get his Spanish correct.

But, to be honest, he wasn’t just a normal guy to you. You grew close with Harrison, even so far as accompanying him to a few parties with his best friends and poker nights at his apartment, even just having lazy Sundays where you two would be lounging around in sweats watching Golden Girls.

And you couldn’t help but feel things for him when he would keep you close by when you were out, or when he would always help you out when you played poker because you were shit at it, or when he would put his head in your lap during one of Rose’s St Olaf stories and pout his lips because you weren’t massaging his scalp. The closeness you felt with Harrison was making you catch feelings, but you were unsure of your boundaries with him, especially because you were getting paid to teach him your native language.

“Harrison, I am really gonna need you to focus or else I’m gonna leave,” you joked, smacking his arm lightly as you peered into your notes on the floor of his apartment.

“Oh, y/n/n, come on! We’ve been at it for hours, and I’m dying to watch Practical Magic again,” Harrison groaned playfully, his head burying into your shoulder.

“Haz, listen. If you wanna be that badass, bilingual spy, you’ve gotta learn a second language! Now come on, next line,” you turned to him with a serious face on, eyebrows raised and lips pursed.

Harrison paused for a second with an unreadable expression on his face as he stared at you, before continuing, “Okay. ‘¿Por qué haces difícil resis- resistire?’”

“You almost got it! It’s, ‘¿Por qué haces que sea difícil resistirte?’ So let’s try that again, Haz,” you encouraged, giggling at his mess-up.

“Alright. ‘¿Por qué haces que sea difícil resistirte?’” Harrison sighed, smiling when he got the words right.

“Okay, Haz, I see you, Mr. Bilingual,” you playfully teased, shoving his shoulder lightly.

A blush threatened to take over Harrison’s face as he continued again. “¿Ni siquiera te das cuenta de cuánto te quiero en este momento?”

“Wait, Haz, that’s not in the-“ you shuffled through your notes for him when he interrupted you.

“Y/n, no intentes esconderte de esto.”

“Harrison, ¿qué quieres decir?” You asked, and you swore you felt your heart race.

“No tienes idea de cuánto quiero besarte en este momento,” Harrison breathed, and you took note of how close he was to you.

“Haz-“

“Dame un beso,” he whispered, looking deep into your eyes as he leaned in, and his lips ghosted yours. “Please tell me you want this.”

You felt your knees buckle at the feeling of his lips just barely touching yours, the tingly sensation reaching from your heart to your core. You close the gap as your lips pressed into his soft ones, your hand snaking it’s way to his neck, then to his soft sandy blonde curls. You felt that tingly sensation grow deeper and deeper as you sucked on Harrison’s bottom lip, a soft moan escaping his mouth at the feeling of his lip in between your teeth.

After a bit of time wrestling tongues, you two broke apart, panting from the loss of breath. Your eyes traveled all over Harrison’s face, and honestly, you could have came on site. His hair was now disheveled thanks to your hands being tangled in his hair. His lips were swollen and a rosy pink, and his ocean eyes were a shade darker than normal. He had a pretty intense flush on his cheeks as he stared at you with eyes that screamed an emotion you couldn’t identify until this very moment - love.

“Kiss me again,” Harrison spoke quietly, now-darkened blues zeroing in on your lips.

“No, no hasta que me vuelvas a preguntar en Español,” you tutted, you biting your lip and moving closer.

“Dame un beso, Amor,” Harrison spoke up a bit louder this time as he found himself grabbing your waist and pulling you closely and tightly, your legs resting on either side of him.

You smiled as you closed the gap, this time the kiss was heated, sensual... passionate. His hands creeping up your t-shirt. Your hands tugging at those curls of his. His hands removing your shirt. Your hands yanking his off of his body.

“God, tu eres perfección,” Harrison spoke softly, admiring the black lace bra that held your breasts in place, practically undressing you with his eyes.

“Me? Says you, Osterfield,” you blushed, you giving your own mental undressing as your eyes trail down to his muscular chest and his chiseled abs.

Harrison’s face flushed as he leaned in to kiss you, all teeth and tongue. Clothes becoming scattered everywhere. Soft moans filling the air as hands start to touch parts of each other you had never would’ve touched before. A sensation so strong, you and Harrison both felt it heightening your senses.

“Haz, please,” you whined as you felt his hand travel lower to your core, slender fingers ghosting your clit.

“Please what, angel?” Harrison hummed as his index finger slid up and down your folds, your wetness sliding along with it.

“Please get inside me, holy shit,” you moaned at the contact.

“Alright, love,” Harrison smirks as he guided his length into your core, causing a loud moan to escape your lips at the feeling of his dick inside you.

He paused before looking down at you with expectant eyes, waiting for a signal for him to continue. You nodded with a soft smile as he started thrusting, moans spilling out of his and your mouths.

“Oh, god Haz, you feel so damn good in me,” you pant out, staring deep into his eyes.

“Fuck y/n, don’t do that shit to me. You’re gonna make me come if you keep doing that,” Harrison moaned loudly, his thrusts picking up speed.

“Then go ahead. Cum for me, papi,” you purred.

As soon as the words left your mouth, you felt his dick twitch, his cum spilling inside of you. You couldn’t help but watch him come undone above you. His eyes squeezed shut. His plump lips parted as moans and pants, as well as a string of curse words, flow out of it, cheeks now a dark rosy color. The sight of his release quickly got you to yours, your own orgasm overtaking your body, causing you to see stars.

“Holy shit,” you muttered shakily as you were coming down from your high.

“Are you alright, love?” Harrison asked, a wave of concern washing over his face.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be okay,” you sigh, “it’s just... I haven’t been fucked like that in a very long time...”

“Oh really now?” Harrison questioned, a smirk slowly growing on his face as he tucked a stray hair of yours away from your face.

“Yeah...” you trailed off, heat radiating off of your cheeks.

“Well, princess, there’s plenty of more where that came from,” Harrison spoke as he leaned down to your bare neck, his lips starting to leave little spots of purple with his kisses.

“You know, as much as I’m loving this right now, this isn’t what you’re paying me for, Haz,” you sighed at the feeling of his lips sucking on precious skin.

Harrison’s lips stopped their attacks across your neck as he looked up at you, eyes shining with lust and adoration. “Well, guess my lesson’s over now.”

“Yeah, and a new one’s about to begin.”

Tagging some mutuals bc I love y’all (feel free to ignore if ya don’t wanna read it!) @beautifullydisconnected @osterfield-holland-andcompany @farfromhaz @angelhaz11

[submissivekpop]

leather; hansol vernon chwe

Requested: no

Warnings: smut (stay away, kids!), mentions of crossdressing, degradation, exhibitionism, praise kink, dom!reader, sub!vernon

Words: 2300+

A/N: the ending sucks bc apparentely I can’t write endings tbh 

When Hansol said the theme of his party was leather extravaganza, you didn’t think people would take him seriously. Hell, you were wrong.

Walking into his house felt like entering some sort of highly sexual, lust-filled, leather realm. Everyone – literally everyone – was wearing the most revealing and tightest clothes. It was a feast of leather pants, see-through dresses, fishnets stockings and shirts. Someone – he looked like Seungkwan, but you weren’t sure it was him – was wearing a “sexy policeman” leather outfit while dancing on the table, obviously drunk. Even Jihoon and Joshua, who were sitting aside and sipping on their drink, dressed according to the theme.

Your eyes roamed across the room, trying to find the birthday boy to, at least, give him his present. You had to get to the kitchen to find him, leaning on the table and chatting with Seungcheol. By the look he gave you as soon as he noticed you, you knew he knew you would have liked his outfit. Loved it, even. The little brat.

A long sleeve fishnet shirt and a black corset, ripped leather pants, thigh-high fishnet stockings and black boots. To top it off, he was wearing a black chocker, a bright red, glossy lipstick and eyeliner. He really went all out for it, you thought, handing over his present to him, a little rectangular box covered in red paper. Despite the look on your face, clearly telling him not to open it, he decided to do it anyway, and opened it right in front of Seungcheol who, as soon as he saw what was inside the box, cleared his throath to hide his embarrassment and simply walked out of the room, without saying a single word.

«T-Thanks» he blurted out, after a few seconds of silence, not daring to look up and meet your gaze. You couldn’t help but grin when you noticed how his rosy cheeks were now crimson red.

«They’re the ones you liked, right?» you asked, teasingly.

He nodded. You walked closer to him, forcing him to back off until he felt the kitchen counter right beside him. Even then, you moved closer, leaving so little space between your bodies, and put your mouth as close to his ear as possible.

«Why don’t you try them on for me, mh?» you wishpered, and you swore you could see the little goosebumps on his skin.

«H-Here?!» He tried to look shocked, but failed. «Anyone could walk in!»

«As if you wouldn’t like it» you teased.

If possible, Hansol’s cheeks got even redder than they already were.

«Okay» he muttered, before unzipping his pants.

You backed away a little bit, just so that you could enjoy the sight better. You watched your boyfriend taking off his boots, his stockings and pants, before pulling his boxers down. He’s half hard, you noticed, and smirked. You knew it would turn him on, you just didn’t expect to happen so quickly.

«So… do you like it?» he asked, as soon as he finished dressing up.

Your gaze roamed across his body, lingering on his sharp features, on his abs – still hidden under his corset – and, finally, on his crotch. The lacy panties he was wearing looked astonishing on him. He chose well, you thought, before humming in appreciation.

«You’re beautiful.»

He smiled softly, turning around to let you appreciate his back side as well. Despite trying to, you couldn’t resist the urge to spank him, just once. When you did, he almost moaned.

«As I said, you’re beautiful.» You kissed his cheek, making sure to leave a lipstick mark on it. «Now put your clothes back on, we don’t want anyone to see you like this, do we?»

He shook his head and immediately dressed up again.

«Please don’t leave me like this» he begged, once he was done, hinting to the almost obvious bulge in his pants.

«Enjoy your party.»

You smirked, before turning around and going back to the living room, where everybody seemed to be having fun. He followed you shortly after, joining a couple of his friends busy taking shots of, well, whatever that was. Sitting on the couch next to Joshua and Jihoon, you kept your eyes on him the entire time. You watched him taking a couple of shots, standing up and then going right in the middle of the room to dance to the song that was playing, which, you noticed, wasn’t as sensual as Hansol’s moves would suggest. He was testing you, and you knew it. Promising yourself you wouldn’t give in, you kept on watching. That’s until some girl, someone not even Hansol knew, judging by his expression, started grinding on him. To make it worse, as soon as he tried to walk away, the girl got close to him again. Not only it was awkward, it was painful to watch.

Hansol’s eyes met yours. You snapped. Hell, that was your boyfriend. Walking up to them, you grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him close to you. The mark your lipstick left on his cheek was still there but, apparantely, it didn’t work as you wished it would.

«He’s taken» you hissed. «Back off.»

Taking his hands, you quickly led him upstairs, away from the party. Closing the door of his bedroom behind you, you sighed.

«I’m sorry» he whispered, looking down. «I tried to get away from her, but she kept on following me.»

«It’s okay. I know it’s not your fault, baby» you reassured him.

You sat on the bed next to him, gently patting his thigh.

«Are you okay?» you asked.

«Y-Yeah, I’m fine.»

«You sure?»

«Yeah, I mean…» he paused. «Yeah.»

«Does that mean that Little Hansol doesn’t need me?» you asked, moving your hand closer to his crotch.

He rolled his eyes. He absoluted hated when you referred to his, well, member as Little Hansol. For starters, it wasn’t little nor small, and the both of you knew it; he was almost tempted to remind you, but decided to behave.

«Of course it does. It always does» he said instead, swallowing hard as soon as your hand touched him exactly where he needed you.

«Good boy, that’s how you should answer» you hummed, gently palming him through his pants. «I don’t think you deserve a reward, though.»

«W-Why not?» he panted.

«Why, you ask? Should I remind you what you were doing before?» you questioned.

«I was dancing.»

«You were dancing like a slut» you murmured, testing the waters to see his reaction.

At the sudden insult, his ears perked up and, to your amusement, his cock twitched.

«S-Slut» he repeated, and you couldn’t help but enjoy how beautifullly the word rolled off his tongue.

«Did you think I wouldn’t notice? What were you thinking, hm?»

«I-I… nothing, I swear!»

Your hand grabbed his cock, still covered, and tugged lightly – enough to hurt him, but not to cause actual pain – eliciting a grunt from him.

«Don’t fucking lie» you warned. «You know I hate liars.»

«I j-just wanted you to n-notice me» he admitted, in between moans. You hand was barely touching him, and yet he was behaving as if he was on the verge of orgasm.

«Oh, baby» you cooed, your voice as sweet as honey. «I’m pretty sure everyone noticed you.»

He smiled at your remark and you wondered if, maybe, that was what he actually wanted.

«Did you like it? Having everyone watching you?»

Nodding, he tried to lift his hips, just enough to get a bit more friction. The way you were touching him was driving him crazy, he had no idea how long he was going to last. Swiftly, you took your hand away.

«Please» he whined and, for a moment, you thought about giving in. You were quick to change your mind, though, and, after a couple of seconds, you resumed your teasing.

«What was that?» you asked, tugging his cock once again.

«I-ah… s-sorry, it won’t happen again!» he moaned, and you had to admit it, he sounded almost heavenly when he moaned.

«Mmmh…» you pretended to think about it, but both of you knew you were not gonna let it slide. «I think you’re trying to get punished, though. Is that so?»

Nodding furiosly, he turned to you. You could see it in his eyes how much he craved it.

«Please» he whispered, and this time you knew exactly what he was begging for.

«Take these off» you said, pointing to his pants.

In a matter of seconds, he was on his feet, unzipping his pants. He quickly pulled them down, before realizing he should have taken his boots off first. His eyes met yours, looking for a reaction, and you tried to suppress a smile. It had always amused you how he managed to mantain such a playful attitude in every occasion, despite being a whiney mess just a couple of minutes before. One day, you thought, he’s gonna make me break character.

You watched him as he finished undressing, stopping him right before he took off his stockings as well.

«Your shirt too» you said, and got up to help him. You removed his corset, and his shirt followed it immediately after. «Let’s put this back on.»

He turned around, allowing you to lace the corset around his waist. You took a couple of moments to let your hands wander around his narrow back, slightly caressing him. He hummed in approval when you kissed his shoulder, your soft lips against his tense muscles.

«You look so pretty like this, baby, all dolled up for me» you praised him as he turned around once again to face you.

«I changed my mind» he whispered, blushing. «I don’t wanna be punished.»

Knowing he was going to say something along those lines, you smiled.

«You should have thought about it before, then» you stated, and then you sat on the edge of the bed. «Come here.»

Letting out a frustrated whine, he did as told. He laid on his stomach, his pelvis on your knees and his ass perked up. You could feel his erection against your legs, and you noticed how he was struggling to find a position that allowed him to find some release.

«Stay still» you said, placing your hand on his ass and slightly pushing him down, so that his crotch was grinding against you.

«I said I’m sorry!» he whined, but you decided to ignore his plea.

«Count them out loud, baby» you said, gently kneading the soft flesh of his ass cheeks.

You spanked him nine times, switching between spanks and soft touches to sooth him. When you got to the tenth, he was on the verge of tears.

«Such a good boy…» you murmured, so quietely that he couldn’t even hear you, as he sat next to you. «Now, should I do something for that big problem of yours?»

«Please! Please, I’ve been a good boy!» he begged, trying to get you to do anything – literally, anything – to finally help him.

«Lay down, baby. Let me take care of you.»

Squirming in anticipation, he laid on his back, his eyes fixated on you, following your every move. You kneeled next to him, allowing your hands to roam freely on his body. Slowly, you played with his perky nipples, slightly pinching them, before kissing and nibbling at his flushed skin. Throwing his head back, Hansol let out a guttural moan that sent shivers down your spine.

«Please» he begged, and you knew that, as much as he loved what you were doing, he actually wanted you to touch him somewhere else.

«Patience, baby» you reminded him, before moving to his collarbones, while your hands kept on teasing his nipples.

You gently sucked on his skin, fighting the urge to just leave as many hickies as possible to mark him as yours.

«Y/N… baby, please, just-»

«Or maybe I should mark you, after all» you cut him off. «Perhaps that’ll help everyone remember who you belong to.»

When you sucked on his neck again, this time with the intention of leaving at least a couple of hickies there, your hand moved closer and closer to his crotch. Once again, he tried to lift his hips up to get some friction and, as soon as your hand touched him, you noticed how painfully hard he was.

«Oh god, Y/N» he moaned, and you swore you could feel him twitch against your hand.

Once you were satisfied with the marks you left on his neck, you completely focused on his cock, much to his delight.

«These look so good on you, baby boy» you said, slowly taking his panties off. «Seems like they were tailor-made for you.»

You watched his cock slap against his abdomen right after you freed him, feeling Hansol’s piercing gaze on yourself. As soon as your hand touched him, he moaned so loudly that you were sure everyone could hear him. Before you could even start pumping him properly, his cock twitched and you wondered if, maybe, he was already so close to cumming. It didn’t take you long to find out because, after a couple of minutes, he came with a strangled moan.

«Oh fuck, this is so embarrassing» he whined, covering his face with his hands, hoping that you didn’t notice how red his face was. Unfortunately for him, his neck and chest were just as red, there was no way he could have hidden it.

«That’s fine, baby» you reassured him. «It can happen.»

«I know, it’s just… you teased me too much.»

You gently slapped his thigh, laughing.

«Well, perhaps if you didn’t tease me first, I wouldn’t have done it» you said, before laying down next to him.

«I think we should head back to the party before they come looking for us» he said, hugging you thightly, nuzzling your neck.

«I think we should talk about your new kinks» you replied, petting his hair.

When he gave you a questioning look, you understood. Oh god, he doesn’t even know.

Feedback is always appreciated! 

[taemoanchi]

Brother’s best friend.

"Yah kookie! You guys are disgusting" you said. Only for him to roll his eyes at your comment.

"Oh yeah? Why's that?"

"Rating girls depending on how pretty their face is, is just disgusting. imagine me rating you guys." After you said that Jimin and jungkook looked at each other before they started laughing like crazy lunatic's.

Jimin smirked at you and asked "exactly how innocent are you y/n?"

You raised your eyebrows and gave him a confusing look. "What do you mean?"

Jungkook finally stopped laughing. "Sis, we're rating their ass and ti-"

"YAH!!!" You screamed and covered your ears.

you're not actually THAT innocent but hearing your brother say that makes you cringe.

Jungkook started laughing once again while Jimin smirked at me. What's up with him?

"That's even worse" they both ignored you after that and went back to swiping on their phones.

You sighed and walked out of the living room but not before hearing Jimin say "that's a straight up ten."

"Dude!"

"What? She has a nice ass."

Can someone please remind you why you have a crush on him?

~

After about 20 minutes of sitting alone in the kitchen you heard someone walk in.

"You know... I've always wanted to do this thing"

You turned around to see Jimin leaning against the door frame, looking straight into you eyes.

"What thing? Acting like an adult? Cuz that'll make you 10 times more attractive" you said and turned your back towards him.

"So you think I'm attractive hmm?"

"W-What no! I didn't s-" you got cut off by his lips pressed against your exposed neck.

You sucked in a breath not knowing what to do.

"You know what I've been fantasizing about lately "

"Uh, n-No" goddamnit y/n get your shit together.

"What it would be like fucking my best friend's sister" he whispered seductively in my ear.

SAY WHATTTTTTT

"I-" you got cut off once again by Jimin turning your chair around and smashing his lips against yours.

God? Is this a dream?

You couldn't move Bcs of how shocked you were. Until you finally realized what was happening.

You pushed him alway and jumped up from your chair "are you crazy Jimin?"

"Yes. I've always been crazy about you but since you're my best friend's sister I tried to keep my hands to myself. But lately I've been jerking off while thinking about how deliciously your lips would feel around me and I just can't help myself anymore y/n. I need you."

You stood there, hands on his shoulders to keep distance between the both of you. Eyes wide out of shock because of what he just told you. Not able to move and too scared to say anything.

"Y/n.. please let me have you."

"J-Jimin we cant.. jungkook is-" "in the shower and after that he was going to FaceTime his girlfriend.. we're alone"

"We really can't Jimin"

"Don't you want me y/n?"

"Wha-"

"I've caught you looking at me a lot, staring at my lips while I'm talking to your brother, pressing your thighs against each other every time I wink at you.. I know you want me babygirl"

You started breathing louder as he took your wrists and walked you backwards until your back hit a wall.

Damn you stupid wall.

He pushed your hands above your head and lowered his head so he could whisper in your ear.

"Just say yes and I'm all yours"

He started licking, biting and kissing your neck.

His hands roaming around your body.

"Babygirl..say it"

Your head started spinning. You could feel yourself getting wetter by the thoughts of him fucking you. While still Questioning if this was a good idea. But at the end of the day, your brother was dating your friend so why the fuck not.

"I need you Jimin."

He didn't waste a second to pick you up and carried you to the kitchen table, softly putting you down. Your body now taking full control as you let your hands run up his arms into his silver hair.

Jimin's hands sliding under your T-shirt to unhook your bra. He let go off you and took a step back.

"Strip" he said while pulling off his own t shirt.

You stared at him in awe, his perfectly toned abs right in front of you, making you drool at the sight.

He narrowed his eyes at you in a dominant way making you gulp. "Did I stutter sweetheart?"

"Huh?"

"I said. Strip."

Your eyes widened at his demanding tone, jumping off from the table to undress yourself to the point where you only had your panties covering you. 

"So perfect... on your knees"

You got down on your knees waiting for what's coming next. Not that it was hard to guess by seeing him stand in front of you unbuckling his pants and pulling them down to his ankles.

"You know what to do babygirl" he said while smirking down at you.

Your hand started shaking due how nervous you were. But no matter what, You were gonna suck his dick like you never sucked a dick before.

You pulled his boxers down and gulped at the sight of his dick.

How the fuck is that ever gonna fit?

Don't be a pussy now y/n..

You took his dick in you hands and started teasing him with little kitten licks on his tip. Making him groan. "Don't tease"

He grabbed your hair and pushed his dick all the way down your throat without any warning. He threw his head back at the feeling of finally having your mouth around him.

You of course trying to gasp for air as he fucked your mouth. Feeling tears form in your eyes.

Jimin silently moaned and cursed before letting go of your hair and pulling you back up to lay down on the table.

"My turn" he said and ripped your panties down your legs before putting them over his shoulders, he looked up at you with his sexy smirk once again "you ready baby?"

"Ye- oh my fuck!" He didn't give you time to respond properly as his tongue was already doing his work.

His tongue teasing your clit while pushing 2 fingers slowly inside of you.

You started moaning louder not giving a shit if jungkook might hear you.

He started humming against your clit and moving his fingers inside of you making your legs shake. You tried to close your legs only to fail because of jimin's hand that pushed them back open.

You felt something building up inside of you, knowing you're going to cum any second now.

"J-Jimin... I'm- fuck"

He started moving his fingers faster "cum for me babygirl" he hummed against you. Vibrations being send through you body, pushing you over the edge. Not even 10 seconds later you saw white before your eyes and came on his tongue and fingers.

"Jimin fuck!!!" You yelled.

He took his fingers out off you and licked them clean while looking into your eyes. What a sight.

"You might want to be quieter for what's coming next, we don't want our precious kookie to walk in right?"

You rolled your eyes and said "I don't care"

"Oh really?" He stood up and hovered over your small body giving you a soft kiss on your lips. "Then neither do I."

Without any warning he pushed his dick all the way inside of you making you gasp for air once again. He didn't move for a while, letting you adjust to his size while placing sweet kisses all over your neck and shoulders.

You moved your arms around him, running your hand over his back down to his ass.

Damn.. ji-booty thicc as fuck.

"Are you really touching my ass right now?" He asked while chuckling.

"Guys are not the only ones who like touching someone's ass." You laughed.

But you didn't laugh that long when he started pounding inside of you without any warning. What's with him doing everything without warning me? LET A GIRL BREATHE PLEASE!

By now you were one sweaty, moaning mess.

He pushed himself up and softly wrapped his hand around your throat while his other arm pulled your leg from around his waist and placed it over his shoulder.

His head thrown backwards, his lips wide open with moans and curse words leaving them. Small Sweat drops glistering on his forehead.

The sight of him alone could make any girl cum.

He kept thrusting faster and deeper inside of you. Making you scream out his name.

"Found it" he groaned and kept hitting that same spot over and over again. Driving you crazy.

You arched you back while pulling your hair, screaming out his name.

Making Jimin wild. Seeing you all fucked and messy underneath him.

"Fucking hell you're tight" he huffed. You teased him by clenching around him making him hiss. He tightened his hand that was still around your throat and looked at you with a daring look in his eyes.

"Don't"

"S-sorr- ah Jimin I'm gonna -" "me too babygirl, me too."

After a few more thrusts You released your second orgasm making you see stars.. literally.

Jimin pulled out and took a step back, signaling you to get off and sit on your knees in front of him. So.. you did.

You sat in front of him on your knees, your hands placed on his thighs to keep yourself up as he pushed his dick inside of your mouth.

He grabbed your hair and started fucking your throat at a fast pace, until he finally came inside of your mouth moaning your name while he did.

You swallowed every last drop while looking into his eyes.

"Fuck you're perfect" he bend down and kissed your lips in a way that made your heart melt.

"Let's get dressed now before jungkook comes downstairs"

You both got dressed right in time, just as you sat back down on the chair jungkook walked inside of the kitchen.

He looked at you and Jimin with a suspicious look. "What were you guys doing? I heard screams"

Jimin cleared his throat and said "I was teasing her about earlier"

Jungkook laughed " shes really is too innocent"

Jimin smirked at you "yeah, she is"

You gave him an innocent smile and turned around to leave the room. "Goodnight guys"

"Goodnight sis"

"Night babygirl"

I smiled to myself when I heard a slap "YAH! Wtf did you just call my sister?"

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[sebbystanimagines]

Prompt: Bestfriend!Seb and (y/n) waking up in bed after a night out. Nothing happend but they cuddle all morning and when they meet the ‘squad’ later that day Seb gets jealous bc chris hits on (y/n) (or something like that). Your writing is amazing!!! X Word Count: 1799 Warnings: Smut, seriously. Little bit of angst, jealously, hangovers. A/N: I swear, this just started out as a jealous fic and it turned into smut and I just can’t help myself ok?

It wasn’t unusual to wake up in Sebastian’s bed, or for him to wake up in yours, especially since you guys had started playing drinking games late into the night. The first couple of times it was awkward, you’d known nothing had happened between you but trying to wriggle out of his vice-like-grip and away from his morningwood had been even worse.

Now though it was just something you were used to, and something you didn’t want to end. Your feelings for Seb had grown the closer you’d gotten but it was something you hadn’t said out loud to anyone, not even yourself. Everyone else would lose their minds if they knew and it wasn’t a risk you were willing to take.

“Time to get up sleepyhead.” Shoving one of his broad shoulders Sebastian groaned. “We promised to meet everyone for lunch and it’s already 11, they probably think we’re dead.”

“I wish I was dead, this hangover might kill me.”

Eventually he’d stumbled to his own room to shower and probably throw up while you did the same, you’d gone a lot harder last night than intended.

Throwing on whatever clothes felt comfiest to you and putting on some makeup you made your way to the hotel dining room finding the rest of the group already there nursing their own hangovers. “Damnit,” Anthony said as you pulled a chair out. “How can you look that good hungover? It’s not possible!”

Chris poured you a glass of orange juice and handed over a menu. “She’s gorgeous all the time Mackie.”

The rest of the table oohed at Chris but you just ignored it, there were more important things to worry about like how much a plate of hashbrowns would cost. “What’d I miss?” Seb’s hair was still wet from his shower but you could see he still felt terrible.

“Just finding out that Y/N is the apple of Chris’ eye.”

“What does that even mean?” His voice was short and you looked over to Sebastian trying to find out what was the matter.

“He called me pretty, they’re exaggerating.”

Scarlett sipped her coffee. “No, he called you gorgeous. There’s a difference.”

You tried to say there wasn’t, almost arguing through your order, but the rest of the table was in agreement. All the while Chris sat to your left with a small smirk while Sebastian sulked over on your right but with someone between the two of you it wasn’t the time to ask what was wrong.

After lunch wasn’t the time either apparently because once the checks were paid Seb ran off mumbling something about needing a nap.

Stepping into the elevator you decided to go see if Seb was alright, but Chris raced in through the doors before they closed. “Listen, Y/N, I was thinking that maybe we could go to dinner together some time. Just the two of us.”

“You’re asking me on a date?” He nodded and your heart sank. You knew Chris was a good guy, and according his past girlfriends, a wonderful guy to date. But you just didn’t see him that way. “It’s so cliche to say, and I’m sorry I just see you as a friend. I really don’t want this to come between us or anything and I feel terrible about it.”

Your explanation seemed to work because instead he blushed and smiled. “No worries, I kinda figured you had a thing for someone else. Thought I’d try anyway.”

He promised this wasn’t going to change anything and said goodbye but you still had a sinking feeling in your gut. Turning towards Seb’s door you found it already open and the man in question leaning against the door frame. “I wanted to check on you, seemed like something was bothering you.”

“So there is someone?”

You cocked your head to the side. “What?”

“Chris said you were into someone else, and you didn’t deny it.” There wouldn’t have been an easy way to deny something like that, not a truthful way at least. “So, who is it?”

Pushing past him you sat on the couch and waited for him to walk over. “It’s not like I’ve been hiding it or anything, I kind of thought I was throwing myself at you.”

His eyes widened and you could tell that Seb had absolutely no idea. “Wait, what?”

“You’re an idiot.”

Without a beat Sebastian was kissing you, his hands on either side of your face and a tension in his body that told you he was still unsure of what he was doing. He pulled back far enough to look at you and see that you didn’t regret any of it. Your eyes were still closed and your lips parted just enough, he was done for.

You grabbed his shirt and pulled him onto the couch with you letting his body cover yours, his arms boxing you in and making sure he didn’t crush you. The kisses were sloppy and hurried, like both of you wanted as many as possible, and it wasn’t long until you felt his cool fingertips run along your hip. “Seb…”

His hand tightened on your hipbone now and you knew he was trying to contain himself. “We don’t have to-”

“Do you think I would’ve pulled you right on top of me if I wasn’t ready to do this?” To make a point you slid your hand up his shirt feeling the ripples of his muscles flex at your touch. “I want this Sebastian.”

It was all he needed to hear. Pulling his shirt off and throwing it somewhere on the floor he reached down and pushed a hand up your shirt exposing the skin of your stomach. You could feel how hard he was through both pairs of jeans and whimpered at the thought of this finally happening.

Moving into a sitting position you tore off your own shirt before Sebastian picked you up effortlessly and moved towards the bedroom. Once the door was closed he set you back on your feet reaching around to unhook your bra. But you stopped him. Pushing his body towards the wall you popped the button on his jeans and hooked your thumbs in the waistband before pulling them down his legs slowly. His head was thrown back against the wall with the motion, his eyes closed to keep composure.

With his jeans pooled at his ankles you stood again licking up his abs as you did so and once you were up he was pulling his feet free and turning the tables. Pushing your front against the cool wall you couldn’t see what he was doing, but you felt one hand cover your own on the door frame while the other snaked around to undo your own pants button.

You were shivering now, both with the chill of the wall and the anticipation of what was about to happen. With how slowly you’d undressed him you were sure Sebastian was only going to repay the favor, and you weren’t disappointed. His hands slid down your body and into your jeans pulling them down the curve of your ass and stopping at your thighs.

“I always thought you had the perfect ass,” grabbing it you knew there would be a mark but you didn’t even care. “Now I know you do.”

His body was flush against yours now as Sebastian left hot kisses along your neck, the scratch of his beard giving you an odd sensation along with it. “Seb, please.”

There it was again, the tense muscles. “If you keep saying my name like that we’re not even going to make it to the bed.”

“Better hurry up and get me there then.” You felt his erection twitch against you and bent to pull your jeans the rest of the way off only to have Seb’s arms wrap around your middle and lift you into the air pulling the fabric off as he went.

Throwing you onto the bed Sebastian crawled over top of you and began kissing down your collarbone, when you reached out to touch him though you found both your hands being held above your head by one of his as the other trailed lightly down your body.

Your panties were soaked and he growled as his hand moved over the fabric. “Shit,” the vibration of his voice in the crook of your neck made you want to moan. “You’re so wet right now.”

Before you could respond the lace of your panties was ripped away finally exposing your core. Sebastian moved his fingers to your pussy and found your clit with ease, the bundle of nerves already sensitive from the foreplay that you couldn’t hold back the moan this time.

“Tell me what you want.” His lips were right next to your ear, his hot breath against your neck just another thing to drive you wild. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“I need you inside of me, please.” The last word came out like a whimper, you were begging him to stop teasing at this point. “Seb,”

Pushing his fingers inside of you Sebastian groaned. “You’re so fucking tight. Christ, I don’t know if I”m gonna last-”

His fingers were moving inside you agonizingly slow, you needed more. “Please, I’m so close, Seb.” Moving your hips against his hand you found the friction you needed only to have him take it away. “Please,”

He started moving them faster pumping in and out of you hitting just the right spot every time. His thumb kept pressure on your clit and within seconds you were pushed over the edge crying out with pleasure.

There was movement at the end of the bed and as you opened your eyes you found Seb pulling his boxers off, his cock hard. And it was all for you. Seb rested his forehead against yours giving both of you a minute to adjust, but when you grabbed onto his arms it was like he couldn’t stop. Each snap of his hips sent a jolt of electricity through your body, the way he grabbed your leg set fire to your skin. And the way his lips covered yours as he rode out his orgasm had you gasping for air.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” Seb had gone to the bathroom and come back with a warm washcloth to help you clean up. “I don’t know how I stopped myself all those times we slept together.”

Crawling under the covers with you now he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and brought you to his chest. “Well now you don’t have to.” He gave a laugh and looked over at you. “And all because you were jealous of Chris.”

“I was not!”

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ok and i know yr on break so dont feel pressured to answer or anything!! and im sorry for writing a whole novel in yr inbox, i was trying to figure out how they might build up to actual penetrative sex and i got rlly invested 😳

omg do you know how much i love you!!!!!! I hope EVERYONE clicks on the read more because you are the best anon!!!!! I bolded and underlined my favorite bits and wrote a tiny thing at the end because you’re the BEST. I haven’t felt this rush-inspired in such a long time!!! Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank youuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!!!!!

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becky i was thinking ab yr nj humiliation drafts ([one] [two] [three] [four] [five] [six]) and how they might progress and i started thinking ab rope bondage and how at first she was too nervous to touch him but once she gets more comfortable its all she wants to do!! but hes worried bc of how restrained/repressed shes been in the past and to keep her from jumping the gun he starts tieing her up?? (1/5)

and its small things at first like restraining her hands behind her back so she wont touch him or herself while he makes himself cum (and then maybe if shes good and doesnt complain he’ll let her ride his fingers to get off, hers still tied behind her back. or if hes feeling mean he makes her grind herself against a pillow or the arm of his couch while he watches) (2/5)

and some mornings he’ll have her come over and strip so he can tie her up and then redress over the knots and spend the rest of the day like that under her clothes (esp patterns where the ropes pull straight up between her legs) and when he takes them off at the end of the day and hes rubbing her down where the skin mightve chaffed shes way more affected than she thought she’d be and comes untouched? (3/5)

and then one day when they both have a free day he spiral ties her legs and restrains her arms behind her and then after he makes sure shes comfortable and knows her limits he just- leans back on the bed and starts reading his book like she isnt tied up and at his mercy right next to him? (4/5)

and when he finally puts down his book after what feels like forever instead of doing anything right away he throws back to how this all started and tells her if she wants him to touch her tonight shes going to have to tell him exactly what she wants from him in excruciating detail. and before she can even think about it, this barely coherent, desperate plea for him to just fuck her escapes. and then after shes calmed down and can speak properly he does exactly as she asks. (5/5)

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You’re nearly in tears when Namjoon puts his book down - finally, fucking finally. You hate crying in front of anyone because there’s always so much snot that goes into production. It’s the furthest thing from pretty or ladylike or decent. You don’t want to show Namjoon that side of you just yet.

There is an ache that’s been building at your core for quite some time that’s exacerbated by the numbness you feel at your legs and hands. It’s not the most uncomfortable thing in the world, but people have a tendency to overlook the importance of fidgeting in every day life. You know that you certainly didn’t know how much you missed simple movement until Namjoon tied you up and allowed you to “relax” for a hot second.

At first it felt fine - good even. He asked you a million questions about your comfort, and it just felt like you were laying down. And you might have been able sleep were it not for the itch on your nose that bloomed unexpectedly.

It’s the small things in life that set you off, and fixation over a small itch made you desire free hands like nothing else. The only way you could get over it was to focus on Namjoon reading silently at his desk, feet propped up as he concentrated on the book before him.

He looked so good, so perfect - all long limbs and careless expression of height for no reason. His fingers turned a page and your mouth went dry. You had never been jealous of paper before in your life.

You could have begged him to scratch your nose for you, but it seemed like such a silly reason to interrupt his reading. And it wasn’t until he made eye contact that you were pushed into some weird territory of desire. But Namjoon didn’t stop reading. You knew he was actively absorbing whatever it was he was reading because he had his literature face on - scrunched eyebrows that moved expressively as he took in the text.

Your boyfriend is a pervert, but so are you. By the time your mind has sent you to and from four different fantasy trips, each involving Namjoon’s pretty cock, your lips are dry from sucking in too much air. It’s a sharp contrast to the way your panties feel.

He puts his book down, and your heart races.

“You’re so obvious,” he says, eyes dripping with fondness.

“I’m not hiding anything,” you tell him, sincere and horny. “I want you so bad.”

And Namjoon is overjoyed really, and so, so proud that you’ve come this far. You admit things to him, but more importantly, to yourself without shame. You’re the same woman he met, but he’s pretty sure you’re a bit happier.

Namjoon pushes because that’s what he’s good at.

“I can tell,” he replies, undoing a few buttons of his shirt. He’s about ninety-nine percent sure he’s going to make you cum tonight. “But I’m not going to touch you until you’re more specific.”

You moan, biting your lip as your arousal grinds a heavy ax on your core.

“You need to tell me every, little detail,” Namjoon orders, “or I’m not doing anything.”

It’s excruciating the way you open your lips for nothing to come out. Speak, your mind begs. You’ve just had four delicious fantasies for material, and yet there’s a disconnect between your mind and your mouth. All you can think about is the lump in his pants covering his cock, and the way that cock felt in your dreams.

And you’ve done everything with him except actual, vaginal, penetrative sex. Namjoon makes your jaw hurt and your throat raw whenever you suck at him, and not a day goes by when you don’t think about how sore your vagina would feel with him stretching you out. Just two of his fingers feel like the end of the world for you.

Despite your reservations about penetration, you want to experience it. You want Namjoon to experience it. You’ve watched so much porn together - you seated on his lap with one of his long fingers shoved up your pussy while the two of you viewed some girl getting pounded by a well-endowed man. Every time you pictured Namjoon would one day try fucking you just like that.

A whine escapes your throat as the images are too clear in your mind. Namjoon has you face down on the bed in your fantasy, spreading apart your asscheeks with two hands to scrutinize your holes. He’s picking one to fuck and settles on rubbing his cock against your filthy slit weeping with arousal.

Namjoon in real life is patient as he sees you working up the courage. You waited for him as he read, and he could most certainly wait for you.

“Fuck me,” you whisper, and the expletive sounds like a gunshot even though your tone is softer than feathers. You close your eyes. “F-fuck me… ngh.” And in your head, the fantasy of Namjoon sinking in and using you until he’s satisfied play out again and again until the only things that come out of your mouth are sad little begs.

Namjoon still waits, taking in the show you’re putting on for him because it’s not every day you fantasize about him right in front of his eyes. He likes to watch you think things through.

You take long, shuttering gasps of air to calm the fuck down because you need to talk if any of this had a snowball’s chance in hell of coming true. And after some tens of seconds go by where the only thing you do is think of absolutely nothing, you are finally able to open your eyes and dislodge the stopper between brain and mouth.

“I wish you would untie me first,” you start. It’s not a question or a request. “Then undress me. Undress yourself. Touch me.”

“Slow down,” Namjoon chuckles. “You’re skipping all the good stuff.”

“All I want is for you to spread me open with those big hands of yours and shove your cock in whatever hole you want,” you continue as if he never said anything. You didn’t care about going through what he wanted because this is your fantasy, and he’s just here for the ride.

“Keep going.”

Good, you think. Namjoon is playing along.

“You’re going to choose my pussy.”

“Interesting that I have no say in my own choice.”

“Shut up.”

Namjoon’s heart seems to stutter in its beating, and he can tell you’re also surprised by your own outburst. He’s almost scared that you’re going to backtrack and take it back, because you were doing so good so far.

“Um,” you pause, “yeah… shut up.”

He can’t help but to smile when you forge ahead, and he zips his lips like the obedient boyfriend he wants to be for you.

“You go in slow just to test me. First the tip to see if I can take it at all. And then you push right in even though it feels like I’m going to spit you out.”

This is exhilarating. Your mind provides words for you easily, as if you’re lying down in bed with your phone in hand typing out something naughty for Namjoon. It feels just like that moment of freedom, and you relish it.

“You don’t go slow,” you say with a laugh. “You’re fucking me for you.”

“Stop right there,” Namjoon interrupts. “I’m going to untie you.”

“Thank you.”

It doesn’t take long for Namjoon to remove the ties and toss them off the bed. He massages your arms and legs to help with the circulation and holds you as you shake from the pins and needles shooting its unpleasantness up and down your body.

“Is it going to be tonight?” Namjoon asks. “Because we don’t have to.”

You smile, a little teary because the pain was real after the ties were loosened. “I really want it to be tonight.”

Namjoon kisses your forehead.

“Okay.”