#BITING YOU BACK LOVINGLY THROUGH THE SCREEN!!!!!!!!

[6toru]

𝑾𝑯𝒀 𝑼𝑺𝑬 𝑨 𝑻𝑶𝒀 𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑵 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑯𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝑴𝑬? — gojo satoru.

imagine gojo fucking you with the dildo you bought to prepare yourself for his big dick 🧎‍♀️

cw. 18+ content mdni, dildo fucking & explicit language | wc. 2.2k

author's note. another one of my works from my previous blog ! happy reading <3

The first time you stumbled across 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 freshly out of the shower, all naked and bare, the first thing your eyes caught sight of was that obscene baguette of a cock hanging between his legs. By then, you were convinced that he wasn't going to fit – at least, not easily. Your thesis was later proven to be correct when you had your first time with the ivory-haired male; tears immediately welling up in your eyes as you cried out in sheer pain. Of course, your boyfriend stopped his actions, making it his top priority to ensure your comfort and wellbeing. Since then, he didn't make any more advances – offering only his mouth and fingers for your pleasure, despite your many pleas telling him that you're ready.

It had been nearly a month now, and you had finally taken matters into your own hands. After all, desperate times called for desperate measures. While Satoru was off on a mission, you stared intently at the laptop screen, scrolling through the myriad of sex toys that are put on sale. What better way is there to stop your lovely boyfriend from holding himself back any longer than to buy a dildo to prepare yourself for him? Undeniably the mere image of his twitching cock being held down by the confines of his boxers and trousers made your mouth water. Eventually, after a couple minutes, you click on checkout.

It’s the next day, and your boyfriend is still away for a mission, and you find yourself staring at the box sitting in front of your door in surprise — honestly, you had expected it to come in a week. But then again, you’re back to business. Rushing back inside your abode, you plop the box down onto the kitchen table, tearing the cardboard with a scissor in nimble movements. Lo and behold, the extra large rainbow dildo rests upon the palms of your hands.

Blushing, you stare down at the lewd toy and you gulp.

You plop yourself back onto the comfort of your soft mattress; the freshly washed dildo and the small bottle of lube splayed out across the bed. at this point, you were already bare – your bra being the only garment left on your body. Leaning back on the mattress, your back makes contact with the soft and gentle plush of your pillow. You stretch your legs wide open and lick a thin stripe of saliva against your finger, rubbing it against your folds. A hitched breath escapes from your lips as you align the tip of the dildo with your aching hole. God, you desperately wish it's your boyfriend instead.

All you can think about is Satoru; his body above yours, his eyes staring lovingly into yours as his soft lips graze against your own. You shut your eyes closed, softly biting onto your lip as you press the large tip against your entrance —

“Guess who’s home~” The door suddenly opens and in barges your boyfriend, and as if the angels had sent him a message because of how much you have missed him, he finally returns from his week long mission. However within seconds, you both jumped in surprise — despite wearing his blindfold, you could tell by the way his mouth was agape that his eyes were ogling at the sight of a dildo pressed against your slick cunt. “Rainbow?”

As an immediate response, you cross your legs together and tossed the toy to the side; feeling an intense wave of embarrassment wash over your whole entire body. You want to evaporate, you really do. Your face feels undeniably warm, looking at your boyfriend bashfully. “Welcome home, ‘Toru.”

Without any words, Satoru makes long strides to the bed and he presses his lips onto yours, almost greedily; his fingers trails to the back of your head, cupping it as he kisses you deeper. Shortly after, he pulls away from your lips, leaving a thin string of saliva connecting your lips together. you can only look at him, both aroused and embarrassed.

“Were you planning on surprising me with this, my love?” Your boyfriend questions you, tearing the black fabric off his face; revealing his cerulean eyes blown out in arousal. You can barely utter a response, the embarrassment is simply too much for you to bear.

“Can't say that i'm too happy about this, though. Seein' you use a plastic dick instead of my own is making me a lil' jealous, y'know?”

You press a soft kiss against his cheek, looking at the male bashfully, “I'm sorry baby, i just wanted to prepare myself so I can take you better. That’s all.”

As if your words have ignited some sort of flame within him, all signs of fatigue from his mission has evaporated and he pulls you in for another heated kiss. “You’re so fuckin’ cute,” he says in between kisses, “you know that?”

You’re unable to reply, your brain already feeling mushed from the way his lips mold so nicely against yours and his hands brushing against your thighs. You can only hum against his lips, though you’re barely keeping track of what he’s saying. But when you see his hand travel towards the toy, you felt your cheeks heat up even more when he decides to lube it once more upon inspecting it.

“Out of everything, why rainbow?”

“it’s the closest thing to your size,” you reply, your voice soft yet it’s dripping in arousal. “I didn’t want you to keep holding back for my sake.”

Satoru glanced down at the toy and right back at you, grinning cockily. “Cute. I hope you know that this is still pretty small compared to my dick.”

he leans to your ear, playfully slapping the toy against your pussy. “Say, baby. Do you mind if I help you prepare?”

Fuck. How can you say no to that? You nod your head eagerly towards your boyfriend, unable to control your desperation and arousal. Your gaze trails down towards Satoru’s trousers and you could immediately feel your mouth water — the sight of his fat cock restrained by the confines of the tight fabric is a sight you’ve definitely missed seeing.

You softly gasp at the sudden, cool sensation of the lube being sprayed onto your folds and then your eyes rolling back shortly after when he sticks his long and thick finger inside your heat — effortlessly kissing your g-spot with the tips of his thick fingers before pulling away, eliciting a small whine from you.

“you’re already squeezing so tightly around my finger,” Satoru comments, a sly smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “How are you going to take this dildo, let alone my dick, inside you?”

“I…” you try to find the words to speak, but a shocked squeak merely escaped your throat when he squirted a little bit of lube onto your juicy cunt; the cool liquid making your body jump slightly. Satoru chuckles softly at your reaction, leaning into your face to press a chaste kiss on your lips. “Sorry, hehe, you’re too cute I couldn’t help myself.”

He slides the tip of the dildo along your folds; starting from your clit to down your hole, pushing the tip ever so slightly to elicit a reaction out of you. You shiver slightly at the sensation, thrusting your hips softly against the plastic toy. There's no denying that you feel embarrassment washing over your entire being, yet there's also something awfully arousing about being at his complete submission.

“Try to relax yourself, 'kay baby?” You can hear Satoru's low voice ringing in your ears, dripping in complete arousal. You hum in response, eagerly nodding your head as you await his actions with your lips bitten in anticipation.

“Imagine that it’s my cock fucking you,” satoru says, chuckling deeply, “nice and deep.”

The moment he inserts the tip inside you, your toes immediately curl — your arms scrambling to find solace in his broad and brawny shoulders; your body writhing beneath his as he pushes the toy even deeper, deliciously stretching your velvety walls with his slow movements.

“Shit,” The ivory-haired male lets out a needy groan, his cerulean gaze locked onto your pussy; taking in the pornographic sight of your folds sucking the toy back in each time he pulls away — he’s unable to look away; he wants to see more.

“Baby, you think you take it even deeper?”

The sultry tone in Satoru’s voice sends immediate shocks of arousal straight to your heat, arching your back in delight when he presses his palm against the end of the dildo — pushing it deeper. He grins almost maniacally, relishing in the way you whimper so desperately for him; begging him to use his dick in lieu of a plastic toy.

“S-Satoru… please — I wan’ your cock so badly… Mmh—Oh!”

A loud mewl rips from your throat, your eyes widening as he slams the toy all the way; the head of the rainbow plastic cock planting a kiss on your cervix. You dig your nails deeper into his skin, your lips latching onto his shoulder to mask the desperate moans that threaten to escape your lips. Satoru licks his lips, his jaw clenching at your cute reactions.

He’s tempted, and that's an understatement — he's beyond horny and desperate, yet there's an inkling of curiosity egging him on; wanting to see how you'd react if it was his fat cock instead. He brushes a finger on your face, bringing a strand of hair behind your ear; leaving whispers of praise. After all, you’re taking the dildo so fucking well. He watches, amused, as he pulls the toy back – his eyes glued onto your slick juices coating the ridges before he slams in back inside, laughing almost sadistically when you let out a cry.

It isn't long before he increases his speed, his lips whispering sweet nothings in your ears as he relentlessly fucks the dildo inside your wall, and t's taking everything within him to ignore the ache dwelling in his pants – twitching within the confines of his boxers as he continues to pleasure you.

"F-fuck! 'Toru–mm! Please, baby, I-I'm so fuckin' close please I want your dick so badly – I p-promise i can take it now – Ah!"

Jaws slacked and eyes blown out in lust, he stares keenly at the juices trickling down your gaping hole; your thighs trembling and jumping each and every time he slams the rainbow toy inside you.

"Is that right?" Satoru grunts, licking his lips. He increases the fervour with his thrusts, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead as he imagines that it's his own cock going in and out of you.

"You're doing so fuckin' good, baby – takin' that toy like a fuckin' champ, yeah? I'll give you my dick right after this. You just have to cum good for me, 'kay?"

His groans comes in tandem with your lewd moans as nears you to your release. He truly revels the way your hips rock frantically against his hands, moaning desperately against his shoulder before you tense on the spot – your juices spraying all over his hand, dampening the bedsheets and a loud cry of his name leaves your trembling lips.

"Mmm... shit." Satoru sighs, staring down at you as he unbuckles his belt with ease, and your eyes snap over to his boxers; your mouth instantly watering at the sight of the humongous bulge as well as the pre-cum that dampened the grey fabric. A delicious sight. He slips out of the garment, almost teasingly and he laughs at the wanton look plastered across your face.

In languid movements, he rubs his giant dick in front of you; relishing in the sight of desperation that is plastered across your face while he teases you. "You've been so hungry for my cock, yeah? You're such a dirty, dirty girl."

"Please, 'Toru." you whimper, you can feel the tears of frustration slowly building up in your eyes. God, you want him so bad. Eventually, he returns to you; reconnecting his lips with yours in an arduous kiss. He leans you back to the mattress, his lips never once leaving yours as he unclasps your bra with one hand in ease. You gasp when you feel his hands immediately grasping at your soft mounds; his fingers rubbing, pulling and twisting at the erect buds.

When you pull away, a thin string of saliva is what was left that connected your lips together and you stare longingly at him through bated breaths — your breathing has gone even faster; your heart pounding against your chest as you watch Satoru align his cock to your needy cunt. It's going to happen now, you thought to yourself, biting your lips.

"Hey, baby. you think you can cum like that again?" He asks as he rubs his fat cock against your drenched folds, eliciting a sweet and needy moan from your lips.

Satoru has long lost his grasp on the remaining control he had on himself. There's a carnal look in his eyes, yet it only makes you all the more excited.

"I want you to cum like that on my dick this time, baby. You think you can give it to me?"

© 6TORU — do not copy, modify, or translate any of my works.

[nonushu]

sharing earbuds with c.hansol

pairing : bf!vernon x reader | genre : fluff | wc : 250 (flop era)

note ; sharing earbuds with vernon in a subway transit is so indie movie coded...

"this song again?" you frown, unlocking the phone in his hand to scroll through your shared playlist. he grabs your wrist before your finger touches his screen again.

"hey," he whines. "i like this song."

"and i do too," you say, using your free hand to take his phone. "but this is the hundredth time you've played this. i'm getting sick of it, nonie."

vernon's brows furrow, his lips pursing together. he lets go of your wrist, eyeing you not so approvingly—the one he gives his friends when they do something weird. and knowing him, you can tell he's judging you hardcore for not wanting to listen to avril lavigne anymore.

however, you don't pay any mind, swiping down. how about twice... you think, pressing a song. the earbud plays in your right ear, the left one playing in vernon's.

vernon scoffs, pressing his side closer, placing his head on yours. "yeah, 'cause this definitely suits the vibe right now," he says, referring to the slow whirs of the transit.

"just trying to lighten the mood," you say gingerly, taking your empty hand and intertwining it with his. "you can queue the next song."

he looks at you lovingly, and without a word, he lifts your intertwined hands to his lips and presses a kiss to the back of yours.

"fine," vernon murmurs against your skin, "but just so you know, i'll be queuing avril."

you narrow your eyes at him, biting back a smile. "yeah, whatever..."

[littlelovelunette]

Hihi

Vi x reader where vi sneakily feeds reader aphrodisiac chocolates then makes her wait before giving her sweet sweet relief

Inebriated (3)

Contains implications of drugging someone, inebriated sex, mentions of exhibitionism, spanking, strap use, daddy kink

Vi and you were chilling, leaned against Vi's shoulder you were curled up. "Do you want the chocolates or the popcorn?"

Vi asked you, your eyes were fixed on the television screen where a movie was playing, you answered, "Chocolate."

You both were spending the weekend watching whatever crap movie you both found, the violence and screams displayed on the screen was nothing to the both of you. Having seen firsthand all of Zaun's violence, it didn't bother either of you.

You yawned, even.

Vi, smirking, reached to her side and slowly unwrapped the TABS chocolate, giving it to you. Your eyes were still fixed on the screen when your fingers wrapped around the chocolate bar and you took a huge bite of it, barely caring to look.

You blindly trusted Vi.

But you oughta know the woman was a bartender and had quite a few connections to get alcohol and drugged chocolates for free, if she worked her charm right. However, you were just a teeny bit naïve when it came to that.

Vi lazily turned her head to face the TV, fingers tracing slow patterns on the side of your arm as you both resumed watching whatever crappy movie was playing on the TV.

You felt fine for the first couple of seconds after consuming the chocolate before a weird sort of heat spread through your body and you could feel your panties dampen. Strangely, your nipples were getting hard too.

You shifted, pushing the blankets off your legs because your body felt a bit too warm. It barely helped though, you pulled your collar a little to allow some air into your shirt.

"Ugh..." You groaned, pulling your hair up from your shoulders, forming a bun however you could.

"You okay, my love?" Vi asked, glancing at you, feigning concern.

"Mhm," you hummed.

A bit later, you shifted again, "Vi, I'm feeling really hot, can you put on the AC?" You asked and Vi nodded innocently before turning the air-conditioner on.

"You sure you're just feeling hot?" Vi smirked at you making your brows furrow, "What are you implying?" You asked.

Vi's hand disappeared beneath the waist band of your shorts to rub your wet folds.

"V-Vi," you whispered closing your eyes as you felt her circle your clitoris lovingly.

"So wet for me," Vi whispered as her middle finger dipped inside and into your pussy making you gasp a little.

"F-Fuck..." You stuttered feeling another finger slip inside your hole, pumping in and out in a steady pace.

A growing wet stain appeared on your shorts through the thin fabric of your panties.

"Yeah, you like daddy's fingers?" Vi taunted, fingers digging deeper than before making you whine and moan more, grabbing the armrest of the couch and Vi's shoulder.

"M-m-mhm, daddy, please, fuck me with your strap," you managed to moan out. Vi took her fingers out, stuffing them in your mouth forcing you to clean them off.

"Good girl."

Vi walked off and returned naked with a strap on. You bksuhed at the sight. Vi, however, didn't waste a second.

You pulled your clothes off at the sight of Vi like that, you couldn't wait to have her all to yourself.

She made her way to you in long strides, pinning you against the back of the couch as she guided the huge silicone cock into your pussy.

"O-oh, g-g-gosh..." Your voice was a desperate whisper, rutting your hips towards her for more.

Vi smirked as she forced more of the toy inside making you moan loudly.

"Oh, yeah, just like that!"

Vi's pace was animalistic, the couch creaking in protest beneath you.

Vi picked you up and slammed your frame against the window which was fogged due to the rain outside.

"Vi—! Daddy, what are yo—"

Your nipples rubbed against the cold glass of the window as the movie played in the background. You didn't care to finish your sentence, moaning and pressing your cheek against the glass.

What mattered to you now was that Vi was fucking you so relentlessly. Your pussy squelched around the dildo as Vi thrusted roughly making the window rattle due to the force.

"Bet you love the thought that people might be seeing you," Vi taunted, slapping your ass as she continued ramming the toy into your hole.

"Daddy, please," you moaned loudly, hands grabbing the edge of the window pane as you got fucked hard from behind.

The rain water pattered against the glass making it go cold and foggy while you were stuck trying to ground yourself from the intense pleasure in your pussy.

"You like it don't you? The thrill, huh?" Vi shoved deeper making the dildo hit your g spot and you came on the dildo, fingers slipping down the glass as Vi let go.

You sank down to the ground on your knees, Vi laughed a little seeing you do spent.

"My little princess," Vi knelt down on one knee, hooking one arm behind your knees and the other around your torso, heaving you up bridal style. "Now, just let me spoil you."

[erensfeed]

Everyone wished they had a relationship like yours and Zayne’s.

You were the kind of couple people watched with faint fond smiles, whispering to each other on how deeply in love you two looked.

The way Zayne’s steady calmness balanced with your playful energy, and how he’d give you soft smiles whenever you teased him, made nearby people admire you both dearly.

What was there not to like?

With what is said on opposites attracting? You were the perfect example because the two of you effortlessly made the impossible look easy wherever you went.

Zayne’s coworkers had noticed the change first—the way he’d started smiling more when his phone buzzed, or how he didn’t mind when they teased him about whatever text you’d sent that left him blushing.

He hadn’t been like that before. You didn’t know how much you’d pulled him out of a shell most people assumed he’d never leave. You could say you had some idea but not the full extent.

Whenever you would come visit, his coworkers would joke in a quiet, almost reverent way, about how different Zayne had become since he started dating you. At work, he’d always been that quiet guy who only spoke when he was spoken to. But after you? He was different. He smiled and even laughed more, even at jokes he would never. Genuine, full laughs that were so warm and inviting, prior to his cold and stoic reactions — until one got to know him at least.

Hanging out with both you and Zayne always felt like something also worth remembering.

There was a time at your favorite ice cream shop, you’d invited Greyson and Yvonne to tag along with you both. It was supposed to be a casual quick dessert hangout after work, but you thought it would be one of those moments that would be better shared with others.

Zayne had just finished a quick call that cut through your light conversation a bit, and you’d barely waited for him to put his phone back in his pocket before you sneaked your spoon toward his ice cream dish. With an instinctive and quite effortless flick, he caught you in the act, his spoon blocking yours.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t think I would catch that?” Zayne narrowed his eyes at you, as he was watching your face shift into a shocked expression with a small smirk.

You’d almost forgotten that your boyfriend had such a sweet tooth and you were playing a dangerous game.

“Hey, I was testing the quality control!”

“Oh, really?” While you were distracted by looking at him, he took advantage of the opening and scooped a generous bite from your bowl instead. “How’s this for quality?”

You watched, even more amused, as he took a chunk of your ice cream with a tiny victorious smile. “You did not.”

As his smile grew, he shrugged innocently, the spoon sliding back into his mouth before you decided to go for an even bigger scoop from his. But he caught you again, once more blocking your move with such swiftness.

“No, you are so gonna pay for that,” You laughed as you basically just declared a dessert war on him, making everyone at your table laugh along.

What followed was a tiny duel of clinking spoons, your mock battle ever so intense, that your friends couldn’t help but watch with endearing smiles. It didn’t matter if their own desserts would melt because they didn’t mind. They loved seeing Zayne like that.

They loved seeing you both like that.

｡𖦹 ° . ⋆

Zayne glanced down at his phone on the same restaurant’s table, the lock screen lighting up with a picture of you lovingly pressing a kiss to his cheek, staring back at him. A notification buzzed through—perhaps something mundane—but he couldn’t bring himself to open it.

It’d been a year.

Nothing could ever be as important.

Even though the ice cream didn’t taste the same anymore since he lost you, he finished it in silence anyway. Before leaving, he left a generous tip on the table, then stepped out into the autumn drizzle.

The air was crisp, cool against his face, and tinged with rain.

This was the exact kind of weather you used to love.

The kind you would’ve shared a kiss in, or maybe even played around together with him in, until you caught a cold when it started raining and he had to take care of you, despite his warnings about how terrible of an idea it would be.

At the thought, the ghost of a smile tugged at his lips before it slowly vanished again.

As Zayne slipped into his car, the rain began to pick up, hitting the windshield in a familiar, rhythmic pattern. He glanced at the passenger seat, the space you used to occupy still empty, making him look ahead once more as he started the car.

He drove aimlessly for a while, the streets blurring in the rain. He passed the street where you’d first bumped into him, spilling your drink all over his jacket in the most chaotic yet loveable way. He remembered how embarrassed you were, how quickly you apologized, how beautiful you were when flustered.

How he…

He trailed off in his thoughts. Then he let out a shaky exhale before swallowing hard, trying to think of any other thing. He couldn’t help himself as he looked outside the window.

You really would’ve loved the weather today.

Gloomy yet soft, with just the right amount of rain to make you sigh contentedly and lean into his warmth.

He knows you would have.

He would’ve also loved the chance to experience that moment with you.

At work, his coworkers had long noticed it. They’d started whispering again too. They’d noticed how he’d stopped smiling again, how the sharpness in his eyes had returned, how he barely spoke unless absolutely necessary. How he was here but not really here.

It was now like every part of him had locked up.

For good this time.

They had never seen him like this before—not even before you. He’d really shut himself off completely, the only thing left of him being the rigid, distant exterior he had perfected in the years before you ever came into his life.

“Dr. Zayne?”

Greyson’s voice pulled him back to the present as he held the coffee cup he got him. Greyson’s eyes searched his face for a sign of recognition, but all he found again was the same cold, empty look Zayne had been wearing for months now.

“Oh, thank you,” he accepted the drink, stiffly, then gently settled it down on his desk, never meeting Greyson’s worried gaze.

Greyson watched him for a beat too long, waiting for something — maybe a sign that Zayne was still in there somewhere. But Zayne didn’t meet his eyes. He couldn’t.

If he looked… if he acknowledged the concern there, it might break him.

So instead, he focused on the screen in front of him, typing mechanically, anything to drown out the silence between them. Taking that as a cue to leave, Greyson softly nodded and did so, knowing that any attempt to try to talk would once again be a fail.

When Greyson walked outside, he met the eyes of the hospital coworkers gathered outside Zayne’s door. They shook their heads, exchanging sad, disappointed glances.

Another day without a full conversation with Zayne.

Another day of keeping everyone out.

Another day without you.

Zayne knew it all and it hurt him.

But he also knew that it was easier this way. Easier to keep everything locked down. Easier to pretend he didn’t feel the ache in his chest every time he thought of you, especially after they asked how he was.

Easier to be the Zayne everyone used to know, the one who never showed any sign of vulnerability.

And yet, he also knew that you wouldn’t have wanted this for him. You wouldn’t have wanted him to shut the world out. Not for you.

You always believed in him, knew how strong he was. How mentally stronger than he thought he was. You’d never quit reminding him in all your moments together.

But now, as he sat there in the silence, it felt impossible to hold onto any of that.

The truth was he didn’t know how to do this — all this anymore.

He didn’t know how to keep pretending.

The moon was out again tonight, the same one you used to talk to him under, on those long, quiet summer nights when you two would lie on a blanket in the grass in your backyard, your head resting on his chest.

He hated how it felt to look at it now.

So far away, so unreachable.

He remembered how you used to compare him to the moon, even though he felt otherwise. He always thought of you as his light in the dark, which made him start calling you his moonlight too.

At the memory, he stared into the serene night sky as the moon cast a pure pale glow, his eyes glimmering, holding back the storm of emotion within.

“I miss you,” he managed to whisper, his voice breaking on the words. “So much.”

But the moon didn’t respond.

And for the first time in a long time, Zayne wasn’t sure he could keep going without you.

It’d been a year, after all.

A year since he lost his moon.

©2024 ERENSFEED. all rights reserved

[butterznack]

baby, I’m good

Pairing : Hirai Momo x afab!reader

Summary : Dahyun’s latest post on Bubble got the better out of you, but Momo reminds you there’s more than one place for you to sit on her.

Genre : smut, established relationship

Warnings : 18+, fingering, oral (f!reader receiving), face sitting, clit stimulation, nipple stimulation

a/n : a little something for Momo day <3 (better late than ever lol) Dahyun’s bubble post got me feeling something like, make some room for me pls i swear i’ll behave >.<

There is no reason for you to feel jealous over Dahyun’s birthday post to Momo. All Twice members are close to each other, both in body and mind, and it isn’t as if you had never fallen victim to Jihyo’s drunken behavior and her accidental smooches at the corners of your lips, or Nayeon’s sticky fingers on your ass.

The photo isn’t recent, Momo had gotten a new haircut in preparation to MISAMO’s comeback, and so you pay it no mind, taping on the like button below the picture before switching to a different social app.

It isn’t long before Momo makes a grand entrance, waltzing past the entryway and straight to the living room where you are.

“Hi baby!” She chimes, bending down to trap your face in her hands and reach out to your lips, kissing you firmly but lovingly.

“Happy birthday love,” you greet her back as Momo pulls away, dropping next to you on the couch.

“What are you doing?” She rests her head on your shoulder, cheek pancaked onto it.

“Just looking at the stuff the girls posted for your birthday,” you smile, recalling one of Jihyo’s story of your girlfriend sleeping at a restaurant, a napkin tucked in the collar of her shirt that emphasized the comic aspect of the situation.

“You didn’t post anything,” you can feel her pout as she states the obvious, you know it’s not a complaint.

“I’m just keeping the best for last,” you grin. Momo pinches your side and you jerk up a bit without propelling your girlfriend off your shoulder. “Well, if I can do better than Dahyun’s post, that is.”

Your own words hit you only a second too late, and you don’t register Momo’s interrogative oh as she lifts her head to meet her eyes with yours. “What?” You shriek, fainting ignorance knowing damn well Momo is far from stupid and already sees right through your avoidant look.

“What about Dahyun’s post?” She asks.

“Nothing,” you lie, “I liked it.”

Momo is now fully facing you, one leg propped up on the couch and the arm of the same side against the backrest. She doesn’t say anything, but the moment you shoot a quick glance at her Momo huffs. “Are you jealous babe?” she quips.

You huff back at her, eyes not leaving the screen of your phone anymore, but you don’t say anything.

Maybe it was time for you to admit that it wasn’t jealousy, per say, but something akin to possessiveness. The image of Momo’s hand on Dahyun’s bare thigh burned into your hippocampus. You shrank in on yourself, chin nearly merging in between your collarbones as you slowly sank further into the couch.

“Oh my god, baby why?” Momo can’t help but snicker when you dramatically fall down the opposite side of hers. “Come back here,” she leans over and grabs you from under one thigh, pulling you with such force you oblige, soon straddling your girlfriend, facing her.

“Is that what you want?” Momo teases.

“Dahyun was facing the other way round,” you sulk.

“Yeah, but I can see you better like that,” she says, voice dropping an octave lower as she leans in to plant a kiss where your jaw and your ear meet. You hum in satisfaction, hands coming to repose themselves on Momo’s shoulders, her own settling on your waist. “So? Still jealous?” She keeps on kissing down your neck to the vale of your collarbone.

You whimper against her mouth as Momo lightly bites down on the muscle above, “I’m not.”

“Are you sure?” One hand comes sliding down your tummy, untucking your shirt from your pants and reaching back up to your breasts, grazing the underside. You arch at the touch, and Momo presses her hand against your sternum to keep you in place before latching her mouth onto your left nipple through the fabric of your shirt.

You gasp, one hand coming up to grip itself in her blonde bob. You try to push yourself onto her mouth, signaling to her to get more into it, but Momo keeps a strong hand between your boobs. The tip of her tongue flicks at your bud in kitten licks, and her mouth barely closes around it.

Momo is not one to tire from foreplay, she could go at it and tease you for several hours on end, and she has done so in the past. But right now, she’s doing this on purpose, because she doesn’t need a reason to taunt you like that.

You whine in protest, “Momo, please…”

“I’m waiting, love,” she replies, moving to nip at your right nipple.

Of course your girlfriend expected you to concede, to admit you were feeling a little jealous upon seeing that picture. Pulling one last time at her hair, you try to get her to look at you, “I was not jealous,” you say resolutely, “maybe just a little possessive…”

“A little?” Momo stops, fighting the urge to mock you with yet another smirk.

“Don’t push it,” you snarl.

As if to mean that’s enough for me, Momo wastes no time and has you remove your shirt completely, followed by your bra removed by her hefty fingers, and dives back onto your tits, suckling at the nipple again.

You cry out, a sense of relief washing over you, soon replaced by the itchy feeling of your growing arousal. A feeling you don’t have to focus on for too long as Momo is already slipping a hand in your pants and underneath your panties, fingers brushing your clit before sliding down your slit.

At the pace she’s going, you think you might combust on the spot. “So wet, just for me,” Momo whispers in your ear, and it’s not helping, just riling you up even more. She notices and slides one finger in your pussy, all three knuckles in. You let out a lengthy moan, tightening your hold on her shoulder and in her hair.

“Careful, I’m not not planning on going bald,” she scoffs, stopping amidst the process of giving you yet another hickey between your tits.

“Sorry,” you breathe out, “I’m sorry baby.”

“Don’t worry, you’re excused,” she states almost too matter-of-factly as she adds a second finger and starts to pump them in and out of your cunt.

She sets up a fast pace, sometimes rubbing at the spongy spot inside, coating her fingers in your arousal. Momo avoids your clit, trying not to let the palm of her hand touch it. You notice it rather quickly, moans now substituted by whimpers, seeking more of her, more than just her fingers in your pussy and her mouth on your tits.

You believe Momo takes note of the sudden shift in behavior right away. She takes her free hand and brings it to your neck, pulling you into a searing kiss. It’s messy and devouring, tongues and teeth meeting and clashing with each other, mouths agape letting out the sultriest moans out of the two of you.

You had been so focused on your own pleasure that you didn’t attend to Momo's. Though she didn’t complain, and never did, you’ve always felt a bit guilty that she would care more about your needs than hers.

“You know where else you could sit for me?” Momo prompts, as if noticing, again, you were drifting off in your thoughts. She let her hands fall to your hips, then lower, grabbing at the soft plush of your thighs. “Where?” You ask, knowing the answer already.

“Take off your pants,” she demands and again, you oblige, moving at light-speed to rid yourself of your clothes. At the same time, Momo lays down on the soft seat cushions of the couch, guiding you back down on her.

Her arms snake behind your thighs, and your knees are on both sides of her head, not too close but apart enough Momo can have you sit on her face as much as humanly possible.

You always hesitate for a second. Despite getting off to the sight of your girlfriend enjoying herself being squished between your thighs, you couldn’t help but need her approval to finally sink down on her face. An approval that came in the form of Momo bringing her mouth to your throbbing clit and pulling you down at the same time, and there’s nothing you can do to keep the moan from coming out of your vocal cords, raw and high-pitched.

One day, that woman is going to literally eat your pussy.

Momo finally gives all the attention your throbbing clit was craving. No teasing needed, she simply wanted, ached, to lose herself into your cunt, tongue switching from lapping between your folds to flicking back at the swollen bundle of nerves above. Anytime you arch your back, you also press harder against her mouth. Momo hums in contentment, one of her hands leaves your ass to relieve herself of some of her own pains and aches.

There is nothing but a symphony of moans and whimpers filling the living room. Pleas run out of your mouth in search of a desperate release, you grind your pussy against Momo’s face and she keeps on sucking at your clit, tongue going back into folds, fucking you relentlessely with it.

“Momo… I’m so close,” you chant her name over, and over, and over again. Momo pinches her eyebrows, as if trying to catch up with you. You take over for her, placing your hand below hers, applying pressure while rubbing her clit in repeated motions, rutting continuously as Momo joins you in your fun, grinding against the palm of your hand.

“That’s it baby, come for me,” she mutters from under you.

That tight feeling in your gut snaps when Momo bites and sucks at your clit again. You cry out your release, and your fingers slip past her folds in one swift motion, making Momo whimper as her orgasm crashes over her as well. Coming down from your high, you lift yourself up, licking at your fingers to get a taste of Momo’s.

You settle over her lap, plopping onto her chest as your girlfriend hugs you, hands running up and down your spine. You raise your head, cradling Momo’s face and kissing her, chaste but longingly.

“Hope the seat was to your confort,” she murmurs mid-kiss.

“You can’t imagine,” you chuckle.

[floralblur]

𝔇𝔦𝔤𝔦𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰 ★

you call jinx at 3am and she picks up, so you give her some . . . stress relief.

nsfw 🩶 wc 2.1k

It was a boring late night for you, and it seemed to be part of your daily routine to keep ruining your sleep schedule. Your body knew that when it struck three in the morning with nothing to do, you could drink cold water or stare at the ceiling trying to materialise something to at least make the time worthwhile. There’s no way you could fall asleep right now. Tonight, you come up with something new that’ll make your time awake worthwhile, clicking open your phone and scrolling through the contacts, until you land on one. “Jinx. ♡”

Your eyes lock into place on her name, twiddling your thumbs and biting your lip in bed, battling whether to call at such an hour. ”Would she even be awake? What if I’m waking her up?” You were hesitant, but the utter boredom and loneliness compelled you to at least try. So you click her number and call, almost wincing at your confidence, but you shouldn’t really trust any of your actions at three in the morning. It’s a known fact. You hold the phone up to your ear, hearing one ring, two and then a third. Right before the fourth ring, you hear a click on the other end of the line and a quick “Hello? You there?”

She sounds tired, clearly from working late (no matter how many times you plead with her to rest) and a raspy voice like a Marlboro Red pack was a few cigarettes down. You indulged the sound of it though, taking in every breath and word her mic could pick up. In the background, you can hear the spam clicking of a computer mouse, and a clatter from her glasses probably falling off her head again. You laugh at her clumsiness and finally respond after a few seconds of auditory observation, if that’s what you could call it. “Yeah, I’m here. But you sound busy, what’re you working on so late?” She coughs a few times, quite suspiciously, but maybe the lack of rest is making you question her actions unnecessarily. “I mean… I can show you if you want? But we’ll have to switch to video.” Unashamedly, you grin like a new holiday has been founded, just at the chance to see her face in front of you on your little screen. “Okay… let’s do that.” Your attempt at nonchalance is futile, because your finger already sped to the button, awaiting to see her.

And it’s so worth the wait. There’s a little movement as she props her phone up against the mirror at her desk, all cluttered with wires and metal, riddling the space around her like a shell. Her hair is more of a mullet/shag style now, with streaks of pink through the blue poking out from underneath, tucked behind her ears with a few strands falling to the front just right. You were astute in pointing out her fatigue, as her wide pink eyes blink slower, dark circles forming under them, running her hands through her hair. She starts showing you the projects she’s been working on, but all you’re focused on are her fingers, thinking about what they felt like inside you, in your mouth, pulling your hair. You still listen lovingly and attentively, trying to ask questions about things you don’t understand (the entire project to be honest). Sometimes you wonder if she’s just too good for you. As she leans her head on the back of the chair, you can tell that she’s man-spreading trom her posture, and your mind is only fuelling with more ideas.

If you were any closer to her place, you’d teleport to her at that very moment, giving her the stress relief she clearly needs, straddling her lap while you kiss her with your hands roaming her body. “Glad you’re happy to see me,” Jinx says, as she leans close to the screen to look at you through the lens, catching you in the act while you subtly adjust yourself. You can’t stop yourself from smiling just by looking at her face, her small pouts and the way she shuffles her glasses around her face when she clearly needs another pair. “I’m always happy to see you,” you respond quietly, even though you’re not embarrassed. You prop your phone up on another pillow as you lean on your side above the covers to give her a better view of you. She doesn’t try to hide the way she’s drinking up the view of your body, stopping at the parts she likes. “You’re such a perv, you know that right?” you tease. You’re also a hypocrite. Don’t we all have faults?

She laughs in response and mockingly raises her hands next to her head whispering “Guilty.” She rubs her lips with a finger, her eyes darting around the room above her phone, but you’re just too selfish and crave her attention. What you didn’t know was that she was scanning pictures that riddled the walls of her hideout, pictures of you, all in clusters at the corners of her mirror. Pictures from when you’d be together in person, her favourites being polaroids of you with little to no clothes on, her hands sneaking under your shirt, your skirt, any part of your skin she could get her hands on right before she clicked the shutter. All her treasures of you were kept incredibly safe, with the ones on display cherry-picked by her to look at. That’s if you want to believe all she’d do is look at them.

She’d collected a few more for her personal collection, getting some pictures while you’d be out, in those sundresses she loves on you—but off as well. Almost always lingering just around the corner to make sure you’re safe, like an angry bodyguard, because she’d do anything to protect the one she loves. And now, at three in the morning, her eyes practically light up remembering some of the thoughts she’d had while looking at them, grinding herself to oblivion just thinking about them, whispering your name over and over. All you could see was her looking around and back at you with a growing smile, with a trace of lust. But again, maybe you were imagining things for your own sick benefit.

She leaned back into her seat again, tentatively asking “Whatcha wearin’?” now with the nail of her middle finger in her mouth. You blush at the realisation you weren’t overthinking the feelings in the air, bringing the phone closer to your body for her to get a close look. “So fuckin’ hot…” you hear her mutter under her breath, stirring you on to draw her out as long as you could. Starting at the top with a plain vest, you push the phone along to your torso, with your other hand moving down over one of your breasts. Jinx inhales sharply, biting her lower lip with more force. “You wanna see more?” you tease, met with frantic blinks and nods to see you. Your hand trails on down to your waist, fingers dipping in and out of the waistband of your underwear, lifting them and releasing to make a ‘snap’ on your skin, moaning just loud enough she could hear you. You could tell Jinx was enjoying the spectacle, looking wide awake now, staring as if she’d get x-ray vision or undress you through the screen, her breath stilted as if she hadn’t been fed in a while, or as if she’d been running. Of course, the reality was her rubbing her thighs together, trying to feel herself through her clothes, the thought of you getting her off already. But she desperately didn’t want to be the only one to suffer. “Fuck, you look so good,” she breathes out, as you readjust your camera to show your face, blushing profusely.

“Did you… miss me?” Jinx asks, with a little more sensitivity in her voice, although her heart rate was still picking up pace, and a growing throb to attend to. You turn to lie on your front while avoiding looking at her, “I missed you so much, it was kinda embarrassing…” giggling at how much you thought of her all day, every day. “Can you… show me?” At this, your head quickly turns back to look at her, she’s practically reinvigorated with energy, one hand in her hair grabbing it in a fistful, and the other down under. You knew what she meant, but also you didn’t, and wanted her to clarify. Just to hear her say it and beg you for it. “Show you what honey?” You grin to yourself as she whimpers in frustration like a lost puppy, trying to figure out the words to say. “Cmon, you can use your words with me.” You can see every piece of reassurance pushing her over the edge, her eyes blinking shut and her whines becoming a little louder. ”Fuck… you know what I want,” but you don’t give in and simply shake your head as if puzzled.

“Show me how bad you… missed me. I know you wanna…” Jinx’s sentence trails off into unintelligible moans and inhales, whispering your name and practically begging to hear your noises now. “Please baby, I wanna hear you so bad, p-please,” And for what feels like an eternity of holding back, you give in. With a condition though. “Only if you watch me the whole time. No touching yourself.” She pouts and releases a few breaths before acquiescing to your request, as she only got wetter. “Good girl, I know it was hard to use your words~” She only groaned in retaliation and kept her eyes laser focused on you.

You turn to sit on your back, drawing your fingers in and out or your mouth, making the sucking loud enough she can hear, watching her shake and breathe slowly to resist herself from grinding herself against anything. “God you sound so dirty,” Once done, you push your bottoms off in a quick motion, moving the camera closer to your underwear, so Jinx can see every detail. “I wish you were here right now to touch me,” you stroke up your thigh, and Jinx almost bites her finger off just looking at you. You move the middle part of your pants off to stroke it delicately with your slick fingers, shuddering and moaning at the feeling. Showing off your wetness to Jinx, you go “I wish you could taste me right now,” lowering your fingers and pressing two inside of you. It’s a slow, deep thrust, and Jinx practically salivates all over herself just staring, and as you draw your fingers out you can hear the squelch and it’s driving you insane. “This is all for you Jinx, all for you,” pushing your pants down so she can see you naked where she wants to. She breathes loudly, her hand wandering her body trying so hard to avoid giving in, as she moans mindlessly. You resume thrusting your fingers in and out of your pussy, getting louder and louder with each cry for Jinx, how you wished she could feel how wet you are, how much a slut you’re being.

Your heart feels like it’ll explode out of your chest, bringing yourself to the edge of an orgasm. “You’ve been so good at listening to me, so you can touch yourself now, okay?” Jinx was so excited at the lack of self restraint she didn’t hesitate to give herself the pleasure she’d been waiting for. “Baby you’re so… fuck you’re so hot when you do that,” hearing her whine your name and how badly she wants to touch you. You pick up where you left off, thrusting yourself with no remorse, your other hand digging into your skin, twisting your own nipples for the pain, eyes watering as you keep dropping in cum. You hear Jinx’s voice, “You’re so close, I know you are, just keep goin’ for me honey— fuck.. those noises, I love your moans,” as you cry and beg to cum after being on the edge for so fucking long. Jinx starts to get more high-pitched, already close to finishing, while you’re starting to get frustrated. You start moving around into different positions while fingering yourself, gasping and moaning for breath out of impatience until you start to feel the wave crashing into you. “J-jinx, holy fuck I’m gonna—” This time, there’s no time to finish speaking before a tidal wave orgasm crashes into you, parts of your body stinging from the twisting and pinching, feeling the cum dripping out of of your body, laying slack on the bed with the smell in the air. At the same time, you hear Jinx moaning loudly into her hands, biting onto it as a gag to keep her more quiet, but it’s safe to say you both got exactly what you needed.

“You were so… good,” Jinx pants from tired breath, her hair more of a mess but still beautiful anyway, as you sigh and blow a kiss back to her, mouthing “I love you” to her, both enjoying each other’s company—even if it’s not in person.

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idk how i feel about this one but thanks for all the love on “morning fun” it was so unexpected !! i wanna try more angsty things but i thought i’d throw this one together for the weekend. 🩶 i am gonna find a way to fix that header though…. Trust

[mistymysticalmoon]

Soft kisses, Safe arms

･ jude bellingham x reader ･

prompt: (fluff) after a fun night out with friends, you head home to your boyfriend Jude, whose caring, gentle presence is the perfect contrast to the lively nightclub.

warnings: drinking, a bit suggestive

wc: 1.5k

a/n: leave me requests! masterlist

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The sounds of the nightclub were all-consuming.

Music, laughter, and singing overwhelmed your senses, and the alcohol coursing through your body was no help. You’d gone out for a night of fun with your girls and it was now almost 2 in the morning. 

A familiar pounding surfaced as you started to feel a headache coming on, but as you glanced over to the dance floor, you saw your friends awake as ever dancing with each other and random men they must have picked up at the bar. 

You giggle, shaking your head at their antics.

As you take another sip of your drink you feel a buzz in your purse. You pull it out and open your messages to see your favorite contact flash on your screen, as he had been periodically checking up on you throughout the night. 

Jude🤍: Hey baby, having fun?

You twirl a strand of your hair giggling like a schoolgirl at such a basic question, the alcohol making you giddier than usual. 

You: Hiiiiii babyy!!!

I misss yoiuuuu

Jude🤍: Missing you too love ❤️

You: I’m comimg hime soon I camt  wait to kiss yiu xx

Jude🤍: I can’t wait either baby, be safe. 

You smile excitedly, hearting the message, and place your phone back in your purse. Jude was never bothersome or controlling when it came to you hanging out with your girls, something you weren’t used to due to some unhealthy relationships of the past. 

He was very secure in himself and your relationship seeing as neither of you had given each other any reason not to trust one another. 

That and the fact that you were both embarrassingly head over heels in love. 

“Oh my goddd he totally wanted to hook up with you” you hear behind you whipping your head to see your girlfriends laughing and stumbling back to the table you had been standing by. 

“Well I hate to burst his bubble but there’s no way in hell” You giggle along not even fully understanding the story but enjoying the moment nonetheless. 

 “I love you guysss” one of your friends exclaims lovingly causing all of you to burst out into laughter but still returning the sentiment. 

“Okay, I’m already feeling the beginning of my hangover. I think I'm calling it a night guys” you express getting a groan from your friends.

“What you reallyy mean is you’re starting to miss your boyfriend and want to fu-” “Oh my god shut up” you cut off laughing awkwardly causing everyone else to join in on the teasing and banter. 

“We're just teasing babes I think we all need to call it a night.” one of your friends assures checking the time to see that it is well past safe hours for a group of girls at night. 

You all decide to get two taxis, splitting up based on where you live, saying your goodbyes, and heading home. The whole ride back to Jude’s apartment your thoughts are consumed by his everything. You imagine his hands on your body, his lips leaving marks on your skin. You feel slightly embarrassed that he can have such an effect on you while not being anywhere in your vicinity. 

You: Hii Judeee Im comibg home niww

You bite your lip thinking about all you want to do to him once you get inside his apartment, clenching your thighs at the mere thought.

A couple of minutes later you feel a buzz in your lap

Jude🤍: Okay baby, I’ll be waiting. xo

You:❤️❤️

As you sent your last message you feel the taxi coming to a stop. You thank the driver and bid your friends goodbye stumbling out of the car and towards the lobby of the apartment. As you push through the revolving doors you look up to see the very face you were just fantasizing about. 

“Judee” you exclaim rushing up and embracing him. “Hii baby” he chuckles pulling you into a tighter embrace. You look up at him lovingly and pull him in for a quick kiss. 

“Come on, let's get you upstairs,” he gently suggests. You quietly nod allowing him to lead you over to the elevator and up to his floor.

The whole way there your hand stays in his , holding your body as close to his as you possible . He hadn't yet caught on to your intentions, attributing your cuddliness to the multiple drinks flowing through your system. 

As you made it through the door he closed it shut behind him letting go of your hand to ensure it was locked properly. As he did, you slipped off your coat tossing it on a chair across the room. 

Once he turned around you stalked up to him, softly pressing your lips against his in a seemingly innocent kiss.

 “Mmm,” he moaned into your mouth, “Missed you baby” His hands found their place on your waist softly caressing your body. 

You kissed him deeper, hoping he would get what you wanted without you having to explicitly ask for it. “Baby” he groaned, slowly pulling away from you.

“Judee” you whined, desperation and need overwhelming you. 

“Baby.. we can’t,” he says resting his forehead against yours. 

“Why not” you pout, looking up at him with a look you know he can't resist. “Fuck, baby you're killing me” he murmurs shaking his head.

“Please, Jude, please I want you,” you whined running your hands along his chest. You reach up and kiss his neck, one of his weaknesses. He groaned at this but restrained himself from giving in. 

“I’m sorry baby, but tomorrow we can do it all. You’re drunk and you need to rest, okay?” he reasons holding your face softly in his calussed palms. You let out a soft groan hanging your head low accepting that your boyfriend was just too caring and loving to take advantage of your drunken state. 

“Okay..” you surrender, feeling a bit embarrassed of how needy you were being. 

Jude lifts your face to look you in the eyes, smiling lovingly at you and leaving a soft kiss on your forehead. “Come on, let's get ready for bed and you can tell me all about tonight.” You nod in acceptance letting him lead you to the bedroom, your hand in his. 

He sits you down at the edge of the bed as he helps you get changed. He starts with your shoes and then moves on to your clothes removing your skirt and softly pulling your shirt over your head leaving you in just your undergarments. 

You felt a shy heat rush to your cheeks, feeling his eyes on your half-naked form, blushing even though he’s seen you in much less. 

He sends you a cheeky grin before walking over to the dresser, pulling out one of his old jerseys that you loved to sleep in whenever you were over his apartment. He carefully pulls it over your head successfully getting you changed. He then leads you to the bathroom to help you brush your teeth and remove your makeup. 

As he props you up on the counter you watch his careful and attentive movements. So sure in himself as he had seen you do this routine hundreds of times. 

“Okay baby, stay still for me” he instructs, wetting a cloth with warm water and makeup remover. 

“Mmm,” you hum in response. 

You close your eyes and he begins to softly drag the warm cloth along your face removing the makeup as best he can, knowing you're too tired to properly wash your face. You open your eyes to see his brows furrowed in concentration, smiling at how attentive and cute he’s being. 

“You're so pretty” you blurt out. He looks at you with a bit of surprise but laughs nonetheless. 

“You’re so pretty, baby” he retorts. “You're prettier” you argue teasingly. 

“You're prettiest” he finishes off with a chaste kiss. You scrunch your nose at his playfulness as you watch him put the cloth in the wash bin and pull your moisturizer from the cabinet. He gently applies it to your face finishing up your skincare. 

Once finished, Jude took you down from the counter and led you back to the bedroom. You get comfortable under the comforter as he turns the lights out joining you once he's finished. 

“C’mere baby” he whispers. You snuggle up closer to him, his natural musk and aftershave invading your senses. You nuzzle your head impossibly close to his chest just wanting to feel his body close.

“Jude..” you whisper gazing up at him “Yes, baby” he replies. “I love you, so much. Thank you for taking care of me” you murmur, feeling a wave of emotions and gratitude for your boyfriend. 

“Aww baby, I love you.” he coos, leaving a lingering kiss you on the forehead. “I'll always take care of my baby, you never have to thank me,” he assures, gently stroking your head.

 You smile up at him seeing the pure love and adoration in his eyes, feeling so grateful that you have such a loving, beautiful, doting boyfriend.

You reach up to leave a kiss goodnight against his soft lips smiling into it. “Goodnight, my love.” he breathes against your lips. “Night, baby” you reply resting your head against his chest, letting your body relax under his caring and protective presence. 

[thetxtdevil]

subby kitty taehyun…

s-sub tyun... sub KITTY tyun!!!

nsfw/mdni, fem.reader, jerking that thang, grinding

Your cat hybrid had his own rules. You might be the owner, but there are rules you have to follow to be on Taehyun’s good side. You've had enough experience to know that if you don't pay attention, your cat hybrid will yearn for it instead of giving in only to have him run away.

So, with a deep breath of patience, you lazily scroll through your phone, lounging on your bed and simply ignoring the figure creepily standing in the doorway.

If he wants to come in, he can do so.

Seconds, then minutes go by until the figure gets closer into your room, warm light shining on his body. Cat ears twitching and tail whipping behind him. The room continues to stay quiet. Taehyun doesn't blink once, watching your calm demeanor. He notices your breath quicken just a little bit, but it's nothing to get alarmed by. How can you not get a little excited by the fact that your kitty wants you? His canine pokes through, biting his lip before finally spreading out on the bed next to you.

This time, he doesn't stare at you like a predator, instead, he watches you lovingly. Studying every shape of your face, every time your eyelashes flutter when you blink, how the color of your irises change while looking into the bright screen. He had to admit you were beautiful.

So lost by your presence, he doesn't realize that your hand found its way to his ears. Stroking the soft fur along with Taehyun's soft black hair. Part of him wants to back away, but he lets the burning desire of leaning into your affection take over. He came in here for something he can't point out. So Taehyun relaxes his back against the bed, leading your hand down to his torso. Your soft hand rubs lightly against his curves, flustered at the muscle tone he has and the purr that rumbles from his throat. Eyes drifting to the cat, you see the man's head fall back in contentment.

Pushing your luck, you let your hand get lower. Fingertips traveling down his body until you hit the waistband of the cat's sweatpants. The calming tune of his purr abruptly stops. Cursing yourself, you did too much. "W-what are you doing?" Taehyun's usual smooth, deep tone came out groggy.

Looking over, you thought you were going to be hit with a look of disgust, instead, his boba eyes were bigger than ever. Pointed ears flattened against his head and eyebrows curved up was a sight to see. A sight that made your insides burn. With a careful touch, you slip your hands under his pants, noting the fact that he's been roaming around the house with no underwear.

He bares his fangs as your hand caresses his shaft. Feeling the weight becoming harder, softly, slowly, petting the man's dick. Feeling lucky, you quickly withdraw your hand to get the reaction you were hoping for. Taehyun releases a pitiful whine, jerking his body from the tease. Meeting eyes with his big brown ones, you notice the furrowing of his eyebrows. His body ready to roll out of bed, you quickely cage him, locked to the bed.

The cat could easily fight back, but it was obvious that he wanted you to stop him. "If you weren't so difficult and impatient, you would've seen what I'm trying to do." You spat in his face, the poor kitty pouts yet turned on by how you speak. "Now, are you going to let me continue?"

Taehyun quickly nods his head, cat ears perking up from excitement. Watching your hand come to his mouth, he obliges, letting your digits enter. A smile creeps onto your face, satisfied with your kitten's behavior. Leaning down to place kisses all over his neck, while placing your knee in between his legs, giving the slightest bit of friction. Taehyun's moans were muffled, eyes rolling back at the feeling of you biting into his collarbone.

Finally, you slip your fingers out of the man's mouth, traveling back down south. The hybrid's spit and precum lubricated his dick causing more of his delicious moans and grunts to slip out. You sigh, overwhelmed by the man before you. Melting under your touch, head thrown back, exposing his sharp jawline above his bobbing adam's apple. You couldn't help yourself but to grind against the muscle of his thigh.

Taehyun's eyes widen at the feeling of the warm pussy against his leg. Pupils sharp and dilated, he lifts his head to watch your hand stroking his tip and hip rolling on leg. The hybrid starts to loose himself in pleasure, humping up to match your strokes, becoming a whiney baby, sweat dripping down his forehead, chasing his high. You lean back, using both hands to pleasure the man. Feeling wetter every second you hear his vocal whimpers as your stroke his cock.

Noticing the tightening of Taehyn's abdomen, you speed your actions. A choked gasp escaped his throat, hips stuttering up more and more. Finally, a fountain of his cum squirts onto his belly and your hands. Pointed ears flattened, tail limp, rolling off the bed, Taehyun closes his eyes content.

Flopping back onto your side again after you lick your hand clean. You start to scroll through your phone once more. Like nothing had happened. Taehyun blinks at the ceiling for a moment, wondering why you didn't continue. The video passed by on the screen, he was back to admiring you.

Next thing you know, the cat climbs on top of you. Prominent nose buried deep into your neck. "Let me please you." You take a deep breath, hoping Taehyun's cat sense was too blurred with lust to notice your rising heart rate. "I will let you." You simply say, fingers burying into his hair, moaning as he grinds against your hips.

A nuisance,

TxT's Devil

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[starjamcake]

homecoming — blue lock, itoshi sae x f!reader, extremely selfship coded, smut, piv sex, oral f!receiving, i cannot stress this enough i literally wrote this for myself, 3.1k words

There's someone in his apartment.

Sae pauses by the door, taking in the distant clatter from the kitchen and wondering briefly if he should call security — and then he spots your shoes.

They're set neatly next to his on the shoe rack, and your house slippers are missing. Sae swaps out his shoes and shuts the door behind him quietly.

As he nears the kitchen, he hears you humming to yourself — some silly tune from your stupid mobile phone game, probably — and there is the rhythmic thud of a knife hitting the cutting board. It's been a few weeks since he gave you his apartment key and alarm code, but you've never stopped by without texting him first.

Oh. He pulls out his phone. Your name flashes up on the screen. Sae quells the strange disappointment curling his insides.

He stops at the entrance to the kitchen and his breath catches in his throat. You're cutting up apples and there's a jar of peanut butter sitting by your elbow. Sae stifles a tiny smile at your snack. But that's not the issue —

Your hair is pulled up in a loose bun, tendrils framing your face, and you clearly have no qualms about making yourself at home, because you're just wearing a pretty, lacy bra and you're still wearing your work slacks.

It does something strange to his gut, spikes arousal through his blood. Your butt looks incredible, as always, but the way the slacks cling to your every curve as you bend over to grab something has his pants feeling tight. You set the knife in the sink with a little shimmy and Sae swallows hard.

And your bra — Sae's seen you naked before, and he's become familiar with your bras. You usually wear plain, serviceable ones, with the racerback style because you hate dealing with the straps. He's fumbled an embarrassing number of times at the band of your bra looking for a clasp before you taught him that they just pull on (or off) over your head.

This one… doesn't look new. It's fraying a little at the ends, but the band sits flat against your skin and the lace extends past the bottom to cover the top of your stomach. You've expressed insecurity about your breast size to him before, mentioned offhand and immediately buried under a string of meaningless comments like you didn't want him to catch it, but. Sae has never cared about that, and besides, your tits look perfect, cradled and cupped so lovingly by all that lace.

But it's the fact that you're here, in his kitchen, clearly having just come by after work. Sae remembers what you told him, how you like to wander around in your bra and pants in your own apartment, though you always end up stripping all the way at some point because you can't stand having outside clothes touch your bed.

And now you're here.

Sae watches you dip an apple slice in peanut butter and hears the crunch as you take a bite. Your bra strap slides down your shoulder and he feels a little lightheaded.

You let out a quiet huff of annoyance and slide it back up. Sae suddenly realizes he's been standing at the kitchen entrance watching you like a creep for the past few minutes, but if he moves, his rapidly fraying tether on his self control will snap.

You move to grab another apple slice and your bra strap slides down your shoulder again. Something about the sight makes Sae suck in a quiet breath. Fuck.

"Hm…? Whoa, holy shit, Sae, don't sneak up on me like that!" you yelp, pressing a hand to your chest. The movement squishes your breast, and the low cup shifts to reveal the slightest peek of your nipple. Sae clenches his jaw. "How long have you been here? You never texted me back, but I thought it'd be okay if I —"

Sae crosses the kitchen in three languid steps, plants his hands on the countertop behind you, and leans down to halt just a breath away from kissing you.

You blink up at him with wide, pretty eyes. "…Hi?"

"Hi," he murmurs. Your eyes search his face and Sae has no idea what he looks like — like he wants to eat you up, maybe — but your lips curve up and you're just. Gorgeous.

"Did you see my text?" you ask quietly. Your expression shifts. The tiny furrow of your brow bothers him.

"I saw it when I came home," Sae says. His voice is cool and even, a placid surface hiding the riptide beneath. "Is this new?"

You shake your head carefully as his hand moves to slide your bra strap back up your shoulder. His touch is featherlight, but you shiver a little anyway. "You just haven't seen it yet," you say, "since I hardly wear it. The straps are always sliding down and it gets annoying."

"What's the occasion today?"

You laugh. "I didn't get a chance to do my laundry last weekend."

Sae hums and slides the strap back down. You were with him last weekend. The reminder settles in his gut, a quiet sort of pleasure. Your breath catches in your throat, and Sae can see the way you hold still for him, the gentle tension in the line of your neck. He hasn't kissed you yet, but he knows you can feel him, thick and unyielding and pressing against your hip.

"I'm home," he says.

You blush, sudden and hot. Sae wonders if you can feel it too — the head rush of domesticity settling in the air around you both. If you know what it does to him, to see you so comfortably in his space.

"Welcome home," you murmur, shy.

Fuck. Sae isn't going to last long.

He crosses the last tiny gap between you to press his lips to yours, his hand sliding up to cradle your neck and jaw so that he can move you just the way he likes. Your gasp is muffled in his mouth as he kisses you, your hands coming up to fist in the front of his shirt. You feel good beneath him, warm and soft and so fucking comfy, and Sae nips at your lip just to hear you whine.

"S-Sae…"

He pulls back and you sag against the counter, panting hard. Your hands loosen on his shirt and drift downwards, fingers slipping into his belt loops and tugging his hips closer to yours. Sae grunts at the pressure on his dick.

"Behave," he murmurs, catching your hands.

You manage to pout. Sae cracks a tiny smile when you bat your eyelashes for effect. "But you're so hard," you complain, straining halfheartedly against his hold. "I wanna touch you."

"Me first." Sae presses your hands to the counter in wordless command and hums, pleased, when you grip the edge and huff. "How was work today?"

"It was boring," you shoot him an incredulous look as he drops to his knees. He flicks the button of your pants open and drags it down your hips along the way. "What — Sae."

"Didn't you have that big meeting today?"

You squirm as he helps you step out of your pants and house slippers. He leaves them pooled on the floor by your feet, his grip firm on your ankle as he drapes your leg over his shoulder. You're wearing plain black panties, as usual. Cute. "N-no, it got rescheduled to — next week. Sae."

His gaze catches yours just as he presses his tongue to the damp spot on your panties. You taste good. The embarrassed flutter of your lashes is familiar and sends another jolt of heat down his spine. Your head drops back so you don't have to look at him.

"What did you have for lunch?" he asks, anchoring one arm around the leg draped over his shoulder and bracing you up with his other hand at your hip. You're dripping wet, strings of arousal sticking to your panties as he tugs them aside.

You make a noise of complaint as Sae reaches past your neatly trimmed hairs to thumb at your clit. "I had. Um. Rice?"

Sae snorts and leans in to lick a stripe through your folds. Wet — you're so wet and warm and sticky. "Just rice?"

"I h-hate this," you mumble, eyes peeking open just to shoot him a glare. "Why're you always so mean to me —"

He circles your clit with his tongue and you choke. Your leg buckles and Sae tsks, pins you up against the counter more firmly. "Not even rice with a fried egg?"

"No, you mean asshole, there was no fried egg because I had rice and — nghh — stir fry," you bite out, hips jerking against his hold. Sae rewards you with another swirl of his tongue around your clit, and then he dives in, presses his tongue into every crevice and fold, sucks at your clit and swallows down your essence as you plead above him.

Your whines and moans fall on deaf ears. Sae loses himself in you, in tasting and taking and feeling every quiver of your muscles tightening around his tongue. He can't use his fingers like this, in keeping you upright and anchoring your leg over his shoulder, so he makes you cum twice with his lips wrapped around your clit and your hips bucking into his face.

The exquisite tremble of your legs makes him lightheaded. Sae licks you clean, feels your wetness all along his chin. "What do you want for dinner?"

"Fuck you," you gasp, but you laugh as you say it, and Sae hides his smile in your thigh.

Your laugh dissolves into a moan as he sucks a bruise into the sensitive skin, your fingers sinking into his hair to tug him away. "Sae, please — I want you inside me now."

"Greedy girl," Sae murmurs, releasing your leg and dragging your panties off. You kick them aside and grab at his shirt, trying to bring him back up to your level.

Sae obliges, rising and kissing you breathless. You moan weakly at the taste of yourself on his tongue, fingers scrambling at his waist to get his pants undone. Your hand brushes against his cock and he grunts, grabs you before you can touch him fully. "Turn around."

You pout, chest heaving. Both of your bra straps have slid down your shoulders, and the lacy cups shift so that Sae sees a peek of your nipples every time you take a breath. His cock throbs.

"I wanna see you," you complain, fingers digging into his shoulders. "Can't you just hold my legs up?"

"I'm not going to last long," Sae says, but his hands slide to your butt. He squeezes appreciatively, unable to help it. "What should we have for dinner?"

You roll your eyes and shove his pants and briefs down his hips, pulling his cock out and giving it an appreciative squeeze of your own. Sae groans. "Once I finished my snack I was going to ask what your chef made for you this week," you say, giving him a few more pumps and smearing his precum all over the head. "Sae, I really want you inside me. Please?"

You're going to kill him.

Sae sighs, like this is troublesome for him, but you just laugh and hop into his arms, trusting that he'll catch you with his hands under your thighs. He does, of course, and manages to shuffle a few feet over to a wall, so that you won't get hurt by the counter.

His whole body feels hot. He's still wearing his shirt, and his pants and briefs are just caught on his thighs. You squeeze his biceps with a dazed look in your eye, and something smug settles in his chest. "I'll send you the week's menu."

"You're the worst," you mutter. You reach between your bodies and angle your hips to drag his cock through your folds, making a mess before you begin to sink down on him. Sae groans into your shoulder, flattening you against the wall as your wet, tight heat envelops his cock.

He's going to leave bruises on your thighs. "Y-you feel so good, oh my god," you gasp, fingers digging into his shoulders. "Sae, please."

Sae doesn't need you to finish the sentence. He grits his teeth as he braces you against the wall, and a brief kiss is the only warning you get before he begins to move.

Your tits bounce as he fucks you. Sae stares, mesmerized, memorizing every twitch and flutter as you gasp and moan. You're wet and tight and soft, your pussy clenching down on him with every thrust like you don't want him to leave.

Fuck. You feel incredible.

Tears prick the corners of your eyes as you cum all over his cock. Sae hisses between his teeth and keeps fucking you, scrambles around in his brain for something to ask you, to distract himself from how good you feel all wet and hot around him.

"Are you always going to text me before you come over?" he asks.

"Wh-what?" you manage, eyes clenching shut as you moan. "I mean — it's — isn't that what you — fuck — want?"

Sae huffs. "No."

You blink at him, clearly trying to think. Sae shifts his hips and his jaw feathers as you gush around him with the new angle. "O-oh, Sae, that's — right there —!"

"Where?" he slows his pace, feeling the ache in his gut spasm with anticipation. He's close.

"Sae," you whine, wiggling your hips helplessly.

"Answer the question," he says. You gasp, fingers tugging at the short hairs on the back of his head. He grunts.

"I don't — know," you sniff, hazy gaze finding his own. You look beautiful, fucked out and dazed, thinking only of him. "Sae, please."

He picks up the pace carefully, feels his cock throb with every thrust. His balls feel tight, and every loud, wet squelch makes the desire in his gut ache.

"Tell me how it feels," he says. Demands, really, but you're too lost to notice.

"So good, so good, so good," you breathe, clutching at him desperately. "Love you, Sae."

Goddammit.

Sae feels it when you cum again, when your walls squeeze his cock in perfect waves that drag him toppling over with a choked groan of your name.

You shiver as his cock throbs inside you, as he releases thick ropes of cum into you. Sae kisses you deeply, wants to imprint you into his bones. To drag you into the riptide roaring beneath his skin.

"Don't —" you whisper, legs squeezing around his hips. Sae huffs fondly.

"Use your words."

You wrinkle your nose at him and he cracks a tiny smile. You blink, still looking dazed. "You are. So hot."

Sae snorts and kisses you again. He knows he looks smug, but you just bury your face in his neck and press your smile into his skin. "Do you still want your snack?"

"Stop asking me questions," you mutter breathlessly. Sae feels you nip lightly at his neck. He smiles into your hair. "God. Why did I have to fall for such an asshole. Who the hell asks about texting etiquette in the middle of making me cum?"

He carries you to the kitchen and sets you down on the counter, pulling out slowly. Before you can react, he stuffs three fingers deep in your pussy to keep anything from spilling out. You squeak, your thighs clamping around his hand.

"Do you want your panties?"

"Don't you dare," you say, shooting him a weak glare. "If I soak through my panties, what the hell am I gonna wear on the ride home?"

"You're staying the night," Sae says, like this should be obvious. Isn't it? Why else did you come over after work?

You blink at him. "I know you gave me some space in your closet and bathroom, but I haven't had a chance to bring anything over, you know."

"I'll buy you clothes for tomorrow," Sae says. "What else do you need?"

You look at him, those pretty eyes bright in the fading daylight. "Let's cuddle. And clean ourselves up."

Sae frowns, but you lean up to kiss him sweetly. He pulls his fingers out of you carefully, and you shiver as you watch thick globs of cum seep out of your folds.

The two of you get cleaned up and you wiggle back into your panties, making a face at the discomfort but grabbing his hand and tugging him to the couch. Sae snags the plate of apple slices along the way and sets it on the side table, eyebrows merely rising in silent question when you climb onto his lap.

"I need to recharge," you mumble sheepishly, tucking your face into his neck. Sae huffs, rubbing soothing circles along your hips and legs. He needs it too — holding you close soothes something burning under his heart.

"If you're upset about something, tell me," he says, after a moment. In spite of how long he's been dating you, there are still things he doesn't understand.

"I'm not upset," you say. You lean back and grab an apple slice, pressing it to his lips. He takes a bite obligingly. "I'm just nervous. It feels too fast."

Sae swallows down an immediate protest. You must see it in his eyes, though — you've gotten good at reading him. You take a bite of the apple slice and chew thoughtfully, watching him. Waiting. "Is that why you still text me before coming over?"

You nod.

He watches you chew another bite. "What do you need?"

You pick up another slice and hold it to his lips. Sae takes a bite. "I don't know," you reply, and the clear honesty in your voice makes him release the tension in his limbs. "It still feels surreal, you know. I mean, look at you."

Sae raises an eyebrow. "Hm?"

You roll your eyes. "Don't play dumb. You know. You're Itoshi Sae or whatever."

The scoff in your voice makes his lips twitch. "Ah. And what did you call me earlier? The asshole who asks questions in the middle of sex?"

You laugh, and Sae's grip on your waist tightens briefly. You still haven't pulled on your shirt, and he reaches up to slide your bra straps back up your shoulders when they slide down with your laughter. He trails his fingers along the band, silently making a note for the lack of clasp or hook. You shiver.

"Do you like lace? Should I get more bras like this?"

"Little menace," he says evenly. You laugh again. It's not the lace, but he doesn't know how to say it. To explain.

You lean up to kiss him, sweet and careful. Maybe you know, anyway. Maybe he doesn't need to say it.

"Welcome home, Sae."

"Yeah. I'm home."

[kaiser1ns]

𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗼𝘂/𝗿𝗶𝗻 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 (𝘀𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲)

╹synopsis :: you just wanted to eat something but your boyfriend said no.

╹contents :: fluff, tw : tomatoes (i hate tomatoes), but I love oranges, just two menaces to society trying their best to be good boyfriends

SHIDOU RYUSEI

Sitting in your apartment with your boyfriend while he made a sandwich for the two of you to share during lunch. "Don't put so many tomatoes." You pointed it out from the table. "Shut up and enjoy that I'm making you a damn sandwich."

"I hate tomatoes."

"You hate everything."

"Ryusei! Just don't put so much product on the sandwich!" You watched him as he gave you a pointed look while he picked up another slice of tomato and placed it on the bread. You stood up, ready to go smack him right in the smug look on his face when you realized something.

"Rin was right." You said it out loud with a disgusted look on your face. "Now that's a joke," The blonde said as he began to add more condiments to the sandwich that you wanted to eat but now, you lost appetite.

"We bicker constantly." He shrugged, "So?"

"So? We are like a cat and a dog. Constantly picking at one another."

"Technically, you're constantly picking at me."

"Seriously?" You crossed your arms over your chest and he looked up and smiled. "You do things just to piss me off!" You accused, Shidou scoffed, "As if!"

"I'm not joking."

"I'm not either," he put the other piece of bread on the sandwich and took a huge bite. You rolled your eyes and stormed out of the room, not wanting him to see your eyes filing with tears.

"Babe!" He followed you, grabbing your arm and stopping you before you could make it into your bedroom. "I'm sorry, I'll be serious now don't be upset."

You sniffed, "Can we be a normal couple for once and not fight for the most stupid things? "

He was trying really hard not to laugh, "All couples have little fights now and then."

You sniffed, wiping away your tears, pulling you into his chest and holding you close. "I happen to like our little fights."

This surprised you, "What?" He chuckled and rocked you both a bit as he held you in his arms. "It's how I know we are okay. When you pick at me I know you don't mean harm by it. I know you're just being you and you love me. It's when you aren't talking to me that I get worried."

He pulled away from you, cupping your face with his hands and wiping your tears away with his thumbs. "I love you, and I love our dynamic. I wouldn't change us for the world. Besides, someone has to keep you on your toes~"

You rolled your eyes, but let Ryusei pull you in for a loving kiss. When he pulled away he smiled down at you, handing his phone "Want to order something instead?"

You grinned "Yes, please."

He nipped at your lips again before turning to head back into the kitchen. "Good because the sandwich I made is way too delicious to share it with you."

You scoffed, and a smile soon followed. You loved your dynamic with him too, but sometimes you just wanted to kill him, lovingly of course.

ITOSHI RIN

You slumped onto the couch, exhausted from a long day at work. Glancing at the fruit bowl on the coffee table your eyes landed on a plump, juicy orange. Sighing, you turned to your boyfriend, who was sitting beside you, scrolling through his phone.

"Rin, can you peel me an orange? I'm so tired to even lift my hand." you asked, your voice weary. Rin, without looking up, shook his head. "Not right now, Y/N. I'm in the middle of something."

You pouted, leaning your head on his shoulder, "Please? Just one orange. It won't take long."

He sighed, still not tearing his eyes away from his screen. "Y/N, no. Why don't you peel it yourself? It's not that hard."

You groaned, too tired to argue further, and as you let youself sink deeper into the couch cushions. A heavy silence settled between the couple, and soon enough, your eyes fluttered closed as you drifted off into a nap.

When you woke up, the room was bathed in the soft glow of the evening sun. Stretching lazily and then noticed something on the coffee table. There, sitting in the center, was a perfectly peeled orange, arranged in neat segments. Beside it was a small, folded note. Curious, you picked it up and unfolded it, revealing Rin's familiar handwriting.

— Sorry for being stubborn earlier. Enjoy your orange.

A smile appeared on your face as you popped a piece of the orange into your mouth. You looked over at Rin, who was now napping in the armchair, and felt a rush of affection. Quietly, you tiptoed over, pecking his soft lips, and whispered, "Thank you."

©2024 kaiser1ns do not copy, repost or modify my work.

[jiniretracha]

ꕤ 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 '𝟐𝟒 - 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟒 ꕤ

Park Seonghwa x fem!reader: thigh riding

summary: Boyfriend!Seonghwa is the best at relieving stress.

warnings: smut, thigh riding (duh), i want him

word count: 1k

kinktober masterlist // masterlist // ko-fi

You arrived at home with heavy shoulders and a frustrated sigh threatening to come out of your mouth.

Your face was painted with a smile all of a sudden when you saw your boyfriend sitting on the couch surfing through the channels on the TV.

He noticed you and smiled as well. “Hey, bub. You’re back!” Seonghwa cooed. “How was work?”

You rolled your eyes and hung your bag on the hanger next to the door. “Hey, babe. It sucked, God!” you huffed, going to sit by your boyfriend’s lap. He was quick to wrap his arms around you and pecked your cheek and then your lips.

“Why did your day suck?” he asked you against the skin of your cheek before pressing another kiss there. 

“It’s just… do you remember Miyeon?” you asked and he hummed as he nodded his head. “Well, she’s been bitching about me all week to our boss because I got promoted and she didn’t. And her excuse was that she had been working at the company longer than I have” you dropped everything you’ve been holding on to on your way home. “Like, how’s that even count as a valid excuse to think she’s better qualified than me? Besides! I haven’t done anything to her! I didn’t even confront her about it”

Seonghwa could sense the sadness in your tone and wished he could take that away from you. 

“I know, baby. I know” he said, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. “She’s just jealous and doesn’t know how to deal with that. She’ll come around” 

You sighed. “Yeah, maybe” You shrugged.

“I’m so proud of you, though, you know? About the promotion, and the fact that you didn’t give her the satisfaction. You could’ve filed a report against her and you didn’t” Seonghwa smiled, caressing your sides, lovingly. “Do you wanna continue the show we started last week? To decompress a little from all the bad energy? Hm?”

You looked at him and pressed a kiss to his nose. “I love you” you chuckled. “Let’s do that, babe”

He grabbed the remote and clicked on Netflix, resuming the show you both had started watching. 

With a sigh, you got comfortable on his lap, while curling your arms around his neck. Seonghwa’s arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him. 

Around two episodes in, you started to feel a little bit hot. 

And he was to blame.

Seonghwa, apparently without noticing, started caressing your skin with the pads of his fingers underneath your shirt. 

You licked your lips as you felt yourself shivering slightly as his lips brushing over your neck accompanied his movements. 

“Hwa…” you whispered.

He smirked against your neck. “Hm… what?” he murmured.

“What are you doing?” you asked, biting back a smile.

He let out a chuckle. “I don’t know” he said, his tongue coming to lick over the shell of your ear. 

Seonghwa made a certain movement with his thigh, coming to rest over your center. It pressed over your core, making you whimper lightly and he froze in his place, detaching his face from your neck. 

He looked at you and smirked. “Is that what you want?” he asked, his hands framing your hips to shift you around. 

You blushed deep red and slowly nodded your head. 

“Okay… eyes on the screen, darling” he whispered and moved you around to face the TV. 

He shifted his thigh and made it press even harder against you, making you arch your back. “Fuck…” 

“There… come on” he urged, tapping two fingers over the curve of your ass. “Ride my thigh, babe”

You placed your hands on his knee and started shifting your hips. As you were wearing a skirt and only panties underneath, the rough fabric of his jeans created a delicious friction. 

He grabbed your hips to help you move and it made you mewl as he moved his thigh as well, your clit brushing with the movement your panties made.

“Hwa…” you whispered. 

He leant forward and licked a fat stripe on your neck, letting his teeth sink on your skin. You moved one of your hands to grip his hair tightly between your fingers and pulled on it, pulling a moan from him. 

You started to move your hips more desperately, feeling yourself getting embarrassingly close to the edge when you found the perfect move over your clit. 

Seonghwa’s hands came underneath your shirt to play with your tits, moving his fingers over your nipples. “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby” he whispered, his teeth digging into the lobe of your ear and pulling on it. “I’m so in love with you… my smart-” he moved his thigh up with a sharp movement and you mewled, “-sexy girl” he growled, grabbing your hips to move you with more force over his thigh. “Do you even know how beautiful you look getting yourself off on my thigh?” he chuckled, his hands going back under your shirt to continue playing with your breasts.

“Fuck, Hwa! I’m gonna come baby” you groaned, moving your hips faster to chase your orgasm.

He chuckled darkly and sank his teeth on your neck. “Come then, baby. Soak my thigh” he said, his fingers gripping the cheeks of your ass. 

You let out a loud moan as you felt your panties get absolutely soaked as you squirted. Seonghwa groaned as well, feeling the fabric of his jeans getting wet, feeling the wetness seep to his skin.

You laid on top of your boyfriend’s chest, trying to regain your breath. 

His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, babe” he chuckled.

“Mh…” you nodded, caressing Seonghwa’s hands. “Do you— do you want me to return the favour?” you asked him, still out of breath.

“Uh… um… that- that won’t be necessary, babe” he chuckled sheepishly. 

You frowned and then, your eyes widened in realisation.

── .✦

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[nvrngl]

˚ · .˚ ༘ 𝒐𝒇𝒇-𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒔

synopsis. being jensen's sister has many advantages. but being able to hang with his best friend? ugh, that one takes the trophy.

pairing. jared padalecki x jensen's lil sis!reader ﹢ smut ( mdni )

wordcount. 2.2K

warnings. foul language, best friend’s little sister trope, oral sex (f!receiving), jensen is literally asleep right there lol, and lies--so many lies!

being jensen's sister has many advantages.

like a permanent VIP pass to his dry, savage humor. like someone always picking up your calls, even at 3 a.m. like the kind of hugs that make you feel ten again, safe and known, a forever bodyguard in flannel.

but the best perk?

being able to hang with his best friend.

ugh. that one takes the trophy.

you’re sprawled out on their couch in vancouver, wearing borrowed sweatpants and a hoodie that is definitely not yours (you think it used to be jared’s but now it smells like you and it’s claimed, sorry not sorry). jared’s next to you, long legs taking up half the damn couch, popcorn bowl in his lap, that boyish smile tugging at his lips as he picks the next horror movie like it’s a sacred ritual.

"okay, okay, hear me out," he says, turning toward you like he's about to pitch a million-dollar idea. "we skip the cheesy remake and go full 80s slasher. blood, bad hair, screaming girls. classic."

"you mean, your type of film." you grin, poking him with your foot.

he catches your ankle before you can pull it back and holds it hostage across his lap. “my type of film is whatever makes you scream.”

you blink.

he blinks.

you both burst out laughing, borderline choking on popcorn.

"that came out wrong," he wheezes, turning red.

"nope, too late," you tease, biting your lip. "freudian slip. totally noted."

you’re still laughing when jensen walks in from the kitchen, holding a beer, staring at the two of you like you're speaking an alien language.

"...what’d I miss?"

jared immediately plays it cool, tossing popcorn into his mouth like a professional. “nothing. just talking about how your sister's a total wimp with scary movies.”

“am not!” you protest, scandalized.

jensen snorts. “you literally hid behind a pillow when we watched The Sixth Sense.”

“he was dead the whole time! it was traumatic!”

jared gives you that look, soft and secret and amused, like he’s known you forever. “i’ll protect you,” he murmurs under his breath, just loud enough for only you to hear.

your face heats up. and of course, you giggle. you hate that you giggle. but he does this thing with his voice—all low and teasing and safe—and suddenly your body forgets how to function like a normal human.

"you two are weird," jensen mutters, plopping onto the recliner with a sigh. "weird and annoying."

jared shrugs, completely unbothered. “must be genetic.”

you kick him in the shin—gently, lovingly—and he just grabs your foot again, this time squeezing your ankle like he might never let go.

you try not to look down at where his hand is. you fail.

but you also don’t move it.

the movie starts. the lights dim. jensen gets halfway through his beer before falling quiet, absorbed in the on-screen chaos.

but you?

you can’t focus.

not when jared shifts closer. not when his knee brushes yours and stays there. not when he leans in to whisper, “okay, but seriously, if you get scared, i got you.”

you roll your eyes. “what makes you think i’m scared?”

he grins. “because your pulse just jumped like, a lot.”

you gasp, swat his arm, and whisper back, “are you feeling my pulse right now? you little creep!”

"you put your leg on me first," he shoots back, smug.

and yeah, okay, maybe this is dangerous. maybe this thing—this quiet, giggly, heart-racing, secret-something—is a bad idea.

but when jared slouches just enough for your head to fall onto his shoulder, and you feel his cheek rest on your hair like it’s the most natural thing in the world?

you think maybe the danger's worth it.

“you comfy?” he murmurs.

“mmmhm.”

“cool,” he says, like he’s smiling with his whole soul. “don’t tell jensen.”

from the recliner, jensen glances over again. eyes narrow.

“why do you two keep whispering?”

jared deadpans: “we’re plotting your murder.”

you nod solemnly. “slow and painful.”

“cool,” jensen mutters, shaking his head. “remind me never to invite either of you to movie night again.”

but he doesn’t move.

and neither do you.

and jared?

he just rests his hand on your knee.

like he’s always known it belonged there.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

jensen’s been asleep for over an hour now. his beer’s half-finished, the movie’s long over, and his steady breathing from the recliner is the only thing keeping you and jared from totally losing it.

you’re still on the couch. still wrapped up in that blanket you both pretended was only for warmth, not for covering the way your legs were tangled or how your hand had been resting suspiciously high on his thigh.

but jared moves first.

slow. deliberate.

his fingers brush your jaw, turning your face toward his. his eyes search yours like he’s asking a question he’s dying to hear the answer to—and you give it to him without a word.

your lips meet.

and everything tilts.

the kiss is deep immediately, full of heat and tension that’s been crawling beneath your skin for weeks. he groans into your mouth, low and quiet, like he can’t help it, like it’s been living inside him for too long.

his hands slide into your hair, tugging gently. your fingers clutch his hoodie, dragging him closer, legs folding over his lap as you shift to straddle him like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“jesus christ,” he whispers against your mouth. “been thinking about this every night since you got here.”

your hips rock down without permission, and oh god, he’s already hard under you—thick and hot and so responsive. he bites down on your lower lip when you grind again, hands locking around your waist.

“jared—”

he cuts you off with a kiss that steals the rest of your sentence, then breathes against your mouth, “shh. he’s right there.”

you nod.

but you move anyway.

you roll your hips again, slower this time, dragging a moan from him that’s just barely choked off.

his hands push up beneath your hoodie, fingertips skating across your bare skin, gripping your sides like he needs to ground himself. “fuck. can’t believe we’re doing this here.”

“you wanna stop?” you whisper.

“god, no.” he leans in to kiss your neck. “i wanna take you to my room and ruin you for anyone else.”

your breath catches—legs tightening around his waist—and he laughs softly against your throat, smug.

“but,” he says, licking a stripe just beneath your jaw, “i’ll settle for making you come on top of me in the living room.”

you gasp.

he pulls back enough to look at you, hair messy, pupils blown wide, lips already swollen. he looks like a man on the edge. and you love that it’s you who put him there.

“take this off,” he says, tugging at your hoodie. “quietly.”

you do—peeling it off and tossing it onto the floor. his eyes darken at the sight of your bare chest, and he palms your breast with one hand, mouth latching onto the other like he’s been waiting years for it.

you arch into him, biting down on your knuckle to keep from crying out.

“you’re so fucking perfect,” he breathes, kissing down your stomach now, hands guiding your hips until he’s the one flat on his back, and you’re straddling his chest.

“what are you—”

“shh,” he says, tugging your sleep shorts down, eyes never leaving yours. “i’ll be quiet. you just stay right here.”

and then he drags you up.

slowly. intentionally.

you realize what he’s doing a second too late—your thighs already trembling as he pulls you toward his mouth.

“jared—fuck, no—what if he wakes up—”

he grins, breath hot against your inner thigh. “then you better be really quiet, sweetheart.”

and then he licks you—broad, filthy, devastating—and your head drops back like gravity’s too much.

his hands grip your ass, holding you steady as he eats you out with the kind of focus that makes you wonder if he’s trying to memorize you. his tongue flicks and circles and presses until your thighs are shaking, your body soaked, and your hand is gripping the couch cushion behind him like a lifeline.

you come—silent, shaking, your lips parted around a gasp you don’t let out. he keeps going, tongue gentler now, like he’s easing you down, licking up every drop like he needs it.

and then?

he kisses your hip.

and smirks.

“you gonna return the favor?”

your eyes narrow. “cocky.”

“and hard as a rock,” he replies shamelessly.

and from the recliner?

a low groan.

jensen shifts in his sleep.

you and jared freeze.

then jared grins.

“…round two in my room?”

you grin back.

“quietly.”

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

it starts like a fling.

just a thing that happened. once. maybe twice. maybe the whole week you were in vancouver, maybe every night after jensen went to sleep.

it’s fine.

you leave. you go back to texas. and jared?

he calls.

late.

always late.

“hey,” he whispers, voice raspy with sleep or work or missing you. “just… wanted to hear you.”

and it stays that way for a while.

little things.

text messages.

good morning gifs.

that one photo of him shirtless in his trailer that definitely wasn’t accidental.

you play it cool. keep it light. pretend you don’t replay your voicemails from him like a teenage girl.

but when you visit again—back in vancouver for jensen’s birthday—you both crack like it’s never been months apart.

he hugs you too long when you show up. you wear his hoodie again that night. and jensen narrows his eyes like something doesn’t smell right.

“you two good?” he asks casually, like it’s just brotherly curiosity.

you shrug. “yeah. jared’s just…jared.”

jared, who that very night, kisses you breathless in the guest bathroom after jensen goes to bed.

he doesn’t even make it past undressing you.

your back hits the wall, your dress shoved up around your hips, his mouth hot and desperate against your skin. he sinks to his knees, drags your panties down your legs with teeth, and eats you out like he missed you more than air.

“been thinkin’ about this for months,” he mumbles against you, licking you open, hands gripping your thighs. “tasted you in my dreams.”

you bite your fist, head thrown back, trying not to whimper as he gets filthy with it. slow, soft licks that turn ruthless. fingers curling deep inside you. your legs threaten to give out—he doesn’t stop until you’re shaking.

and then?

you return the favor.

on your knees, against the door, lips wrapped around him, tongue dragging across his slit. he doesn’t last long. he never does when it’s been this long.

you swallow every drop. kiss his hipbone.

and walk out like nothing happened.

but jensen isn’t stupid. he sees the hoodie. he hears the creaky floorboards at 3 a.m. he raises an eyebrow when jared trips over his words.

“you’ve been weird,” he says one night, staring jared down over a beer. “she’s my sister, dude.”

jared laughs—too loud. too fake. “what? no, man, it’s nothing. just… a lil platonic crush. both sides. harmless.”

jensen gives him a look.

“platonic crush?”

jared shrugs. “swear.”

jensen doesn’t look convinced.

but he lets it go.

for now.

it keeps going like that.

you come visit again.

you fuck in the laundry room. you fuck in the backseat of jared’s truck during a run to grab groceries. you fuck in jared’s room with a chair propped under the doorknob.

but it’s not just sex.

it’s the way he looks at you after.

like he’s scared to blink.

like you might disappear.

and the calls when you're back in texas turn softer. longer. he calls just to hear you talk about your day. he sends you videos of harley and sadie and his morning coffee. he tells you when he's tired, when filming sucks, when he can’t stop thinking about how you taste.

and you?

you’re just as wrecked.

you keep your vibrator in your nightstand. you keep his hoodie under your pillow. you keep this secret in your chest like it’s sacred.

until one night—one night—you’re sloppy.

jared kisses you on the patio while jensen’s inside getting more drinks.

his hands are on your hips. your fingers are in his hair. and you forget the open window. you forget your brother has eyes.

later, after you’re long gone—after jared swears up and down nothing happened—jensen says: “you’re lying.”

jared blinks. “what?”

“i saw you,” jensen says, arms crossed. “i’ve known. you think i didn’t notice the looks? the giggling? the suspiciously timed showers?”

jared sighs.

runs a hand through his hair.

“you gonna hit me?”

jensen stares. then—slowly—“not yet.”

“look,” jared starts, voice lower, more honest. “it started off casual. we didn’t mean for it to get… serious.”

“but it is,” jensen says flatly.

jared doesn’t answer.

doesn’t need to.

“i swear i’d never hurt her,” he says instead. “and if you ever need me to back off, i’ll do it. i’ll walk away.”

jensen stares at him a long moment.

then sighs.

“if you do hurt her,” he mutters, “i’ll bury your body in the woods.”

jared nods. “fair.”

and just like that… it isn’t a secret anymore. not really.

but it doesn’t stop the late-night calls. or the thigh-gripping kisses when you visit. or the way he whispers i love you when you come apart in his arms.

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[papathe5th]

ok ok ok obligatory horny™ ask forgive me

but

👀 how do you think v would feel about/react to discreet thigh riding?

My blog is about 80% thirstposts and the other percent is shitposts, so you have nothing to apologize for.

I might end up being the one apologizing because I am not 100% certain I understood what you meant by discreet thigh riding. Is it you who is attempting to be discreet or is it the both of you trying to be discreet in public? Either way, you know Papa would encourage your endeavors.

Pairing: Papa V Perpetua x GN!Reader

Words: 670

Rating: 18+

In the middle of the night, in the back of the tour bus, you awake in Papa V Perpetua’s lap, your legs entangled with his and your head in the crook of his neck.

He was leaning back in the seat, checking the performance reviews the Ministry sent him. You hid your face in his hair, away from the blue light of the phone screen, and listened to the sound of your hearts beating against each other in sync.

And you must’ve been marinating in a wet dream because you pressed your chest closer to his and pushed your pelvis up and against his. Then let it slide down his thigh. Then, up again. And again. And again.

Papa had his pants on, the pair he performed in, still securely laced and buckled. You had your worn-out cotton pajama shorts that were now thin enough for him to trace your sex through. But there were eyes only feet away from where you were blindly seeking friction and he was struggling to stand still.

Picking up his leather jacket from the back of the bus seat, he placed it over you and concealed the curve of your ass.

“Are you awake?” He whispered and that hot air he blew behind your ear chilled your spine, and made your hips move faster. “I knew it,” he smirks against the sensitive skin there.

“Fuck,” you breathed into the crook of his neck, your cheeks burning from being caught with your loins on fire.

“Fuck yourself,” he licked the shell of your ear just to feel you sighing into his sweat-slick locks of hair and enjoy your thighs tightening around his. “Wasn’t that what you were doing?” His lips closed around your lobe and his teeth came down on it. “Fuck yourself, baby.”

“Oh, fuck,” you smothered yourself with his silk collar, biting on it, salivating all over his neck.

With his aid, you were leaking all over his pant leg, gliding up and down. Up and down. His hands held onto your ass and helped you find a rhythm.

“Papa,” you whimpered

Papa pressed his lips to the side of your neck, right over your pulse. “You gonna come? You gonna come all over your Papa? Dirty little thing!”

He squeezed the flesh of your ass while he tasted your throat with his tongue. Holding you still with his strength and the fear he instilled, he sunk his nails and canines into you and made you raise the volume.

"Fuck," you trembled all over, your thighs trapped by his hands right up against his crotch.

"We have to be quiet" he shushed you, licking the new love bite he gave you.

"Papa, please," you spoke into his shirt, wet from where you slobbered all over it.

Papa heard your plead and guided you, grabbing the back of your thighs and cradling his crotch between them. His cock was hardening, straining under the thick lacing. And, oh, was the heat of him stoking your fires. Now you had to put it out, fuck yourself and fuck anyone who sees you.

“You don't care who hears you, huh? You don't care who sees you riding me, do you, baby?”

With the collar of his shirt in your mouth, you moaned your way up and down. Up and down again. And again. With the buckle of his belt bumping into your belly and his crotch lovingly laced for the ride, you humped him like you were in heat.

And you were indeed in heat. And so was he.

“Come,” his command was a choke, his cock suffocating under your sex. “Come all over me, baby.”

You body obeyed him and your legs cramped up around his and released all that tension, ruining your pajama shorts. His pants didn’t stand a chance, now wet and warm from your come and his.

“Fuck,” he sighed, his nose nuzzling into your shivering shoulder.

“You think they heard us?”

“They're still sleeping.” He stroked your back, soothing your tensed spine. “We should be, too. And not just pretending, you dirty thing.”

[how-serene]

Darling, Baby

Pairing - Brahms Heelshire x Neutral!Reader

Summary - The art of slow dancing was foreign to Brahms, but he was eager to learn.

Word Count - 1k+

Warnings - fluff, maskless brahms, mentions of burn marks, no use of y/n

Brahms watched, enchanted by the movement from the TV screen. A shoddy black and white film played, muffled audio blaring through the speakers. A picture perfect couple, with dazzling smiles, tenderly held one another as they swayed to the music. The woman had her cheek pressed against the man’s shoulder, eyes closed in bliss as she hummed along the delicate strings of the violin. 

There was a time, Brahms recalled, when he would peer through doorways and cracks in the wall. When the night would envelope the house, his parents pretended for a moment that things were…different. He remembered how they would gently clutch onto one another, dancing to the soft melodies coming from the record player. As they would murmur quiet words of affection, softly chuckling to themselves. Envy would stir in his chest, before he promptly swallowed it down. 

But that was so long ago, and things were very different now. Your presence resided alongside his in the house, replacing the elderly couple, as if the house was stepping back in time. The old making way for the new. 

Brahms imagined your warm cheek pressed against his shoulder. Your hand trustingly placed in his as music formed a cocoon around your swaying forms. He peered over at you on the couch, where you were curled up with a book, a quilt thrown over your lap. But you could feel his stare, lingering on you, always. Watching, memorizing every twitch and gesture of yours. 

“What’s wrong?” you asked, glancing up at him. 

Brahm’s heart spiked, from the tiniest speck of attention. For a moment, all he could do was look at you, tracing over your features as if it were the first time all over again. You furrowed your brows, your grip tightening on the book. The mask remained expressionless, as usual, making it hard to read him. 

Silence had never seemed so loud before, until you met Brahms. 

He got up from his place on the floor, adjusting his blue cardigan as he approached you. You cautiously set the book down, biting down on your bottom lip. His rough hands reached for yours, pulling you up from the couch. 

“Brahms?” you questioned, following his lead as he guided you to the middle of the room. 

“Dance…with me,” he said, voice cracking. His viridescent eyes squinted at you, almost daring for you to argue with him. 

“I…,” you glanced over at the TV screen, noticing the two characters lovingly locked in an embrace. Brahms tilted his head, as you laughed to yourself. 

“Do you know how to slow dance, Brahms?” 

He shook his head, gleefully watching as a shy smile broke out on your face. 

“Okay - um,” you pursed your lips, thinking to yourself. 

You reached for his hand, bringing it to rest on your waist. Brahms could feel the warmth emanating from your skin, beneath his fingers. He stepped forward, allowing you to position his other arm. His heart thudded at the close proximity, as the fruity scent of your shampoo invaded his airways. 

“Try not to step on my feet,” you teased, placing your hand on his shoulder. 

He nodded, pressing you flat against him. Your fingers tightened on his shoulder at the sudden movement. Heat rose to your face, as you avoided his eager gaze. 

Music continued to play from the movie, echoing throughout the house. Brahms sighed, nuzzling his cheek against the side of your head. Although he could not feel you there, he imagined the scratch of your hair against the side of his face. He imagined his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear, leaving behind a faint trail of kisses till he met your jaw. A fantasy he had yet to indulge in. 

You gently swayed with him, the soft fabric of his cardigan pressed against your cheek. Old melodies, belonging to another time, enveloped you both. If anyone else were to see you, they would say you resembled the doting couple on the screen perfectly. Wrapped in one anothers embrace, completely deaf to the world around you. 

“You’re not a bad dancer, you know,” you said, gliding your palm up his back. 

He huffed, his chest rumbling as he chuckled. 

His fingers squeezed at your waist, an attempt to draw you closer. The space between you was limited though, and he found (sadly) that he couldn’t. 

At least not this way.

Brahms slowly reached up, fiddling with the ribbon that secured his porcelain mask in place. 

Desperation squeezed around his heart, a deep seeded need to feel you. The ribbon gave way, almost too easily – too quickly – as if it knew. With your eyes still closed, he shakily pulled the mask from his face, feeling air brush against his cheeks and eyelids. The mask fell to the floor with a quiet thump, capturing your attention as you lifted your head from his shoulder to look at him. 

Only to be met with a man, teetering on the edge of animalistic hunger. 

Brahms shuddered, as your eyes swept over the scarred, wrinkled burn marks masking one side of his face. Yet you didn’t look away, or gaze at him in horror. 

He sucked in a breath, inching closer as finally let his lips brush against your cheek. His unkept beard scraped along your skin. You sighed, curling your fingers around his sweater. His hands shook, as he reached up to caress the sides of your face. Brahms' shut his eyes as he at last kissed your sweet mouth. 

He couldn’t help but groan, as your lips molded with his. The kiss was sloppy, a failed attempt to restrain himself. His hands explored your body, grasping at your clothes, trying to clutch onto any inch of flesh he could feel. 

Brahms wanted to devour you, sink his teeth into your plush skin until blood bloomed in his mouth. The evidence of your existence would drip from his scarlet stained teeth, as the taste of you warmed his belly. Desire clawed at his belly, as he dug his fingernails into your flesh, forming shapes of crescent moons. 

You continued to fill Brahms senses, until all he knew was you.

[taehyungsgrowl]

bitten and smitten - seokjin x fem!reader

not a vampire au! unless 😳

Lately i've been thinking so much about that clip of jin and hobi trying to bite each other. And that of course got me and @desertsunflower00 thinking. And well one thought led to another. and here we are; boyfriend!seokjin who takes notice of Y/N's hyper fixation (aka the twilight series).

Disclaimer: I actually think Jin would eat up the twilight movies, but for plots sake... hater vibes!

Pairings: Seokjin x Reader

Genre: Smut/Fluff

Word Count: 2.7K

Warnings: playful banter, jin is a bit of a hater (lovingly), slight jealously, tickling, hickies, spit, unprotected sex, fingering, vampire mentions, teasing, biting, they're actually so in love.

nsfw/mdni/rated r

not proofread!

Y/N didn’t think her recent movie marathon would draw so much attention, but the faint strains of Bella’s Lullaby drifting from the living room had given her away. Jin leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed and a knowing smirk on his face.

“So… which one is it this time?” he asked, his voice tinged with playful curiosity. “Is this the part where the sparkly guy stares at her for way too long?”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed, her focus momentarily breaking from the TV screen. “It’s not just staring,” she huffed, pausing the scene mid-glance. “It’s… intense emotional connection!”

“Oh, of course,” Jin replied, dragging out his words as he walked over and flopped onto the couch beside her. “Intense emotional connection. My bad.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and hit play again, determined to ignore Jin’s antics. But she could feel his gaze on her, his smirk practically burning a hole in her concentration. His presence beside her was impossible to ignore, especially when he leaned in closer, his broad shoulders brushing against hers. His dark hair was slightly tousled, like he’d just rolled out of bed, and that signature smirk of his—it was maddening and unfairly attractive all at once.

“Why don’t you just admit it?” Jin continued, leaning closer. “You’ve got a thing for vampires. Is that why you always look at me like I’m your next meal?”

Y/N threw a pillow at him, her face heating up.“You’re insufferable!” she laughed, though she couldn’t hide her grin. “I do not have a thing for vampires.”

“Sure you don’t,” Jin teased, effortlessly catching the pillow and tossing it aside. “Team Edward, huh?" He was fighting hard against a smile as he continued, scooting closer, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief, "Soon, you’ll be asking me to roleplay as Edward.”

"Jin!” Y/N shrieked, laughing as she tried to push him away. “You’re ridiculous!”

“Admit it,” he said, his grin widening. “You want me to stare at you all broody, don’t you? Or should I practice my wolf howl instead?”

When she refused to dignify that with an answer, Jin struck. His fingers darted to her sides, tickling her mercilessly. Y/N squealed, twisting and thrashing, but his grip was strong, his arms wrapping around her like a playful trap.

“Say it!” Jin demanded through his own laughter, his deep voice vibrating in the air between them. “Say it out loud," his laugh deepened.

“Never!” she gasped, squirming as his fingers found every ticklish spot. “Stop, Jin, I can’t breathe!”

“Not until you confess!” he shot back, his laughter mingling with hers.

Y/N managed to grab a throw pillow and swung it at him, catching him off guard enough to wiggle out of his hold. She scrambled to the other side of the couch, breathing hard and clutching the pillow like a shield.

“You’re evil,” she panted, her cheeks flushed from laughing.

“And you’re obsessed,” he shot back, leaning casually against the armrest as if he hadn’t just waged a full-on tickle war, he ran his hand through his dark hair.

“I’m allowed to be obsessed with things,” she said, narrowing her eyes. Then, with a sly smile, she added, “You know, next time, I’m just going to invite Jungkook over. At least he appreciates good movies.”

Jin froze, his smirk faltering. “Jungkook?” he repeated, narrowing his eyes. “You’re going to invite him to watch this?”

“Yep.” Y/N plopped down on the couch again, hugging the pillow to her chest. “He wouldn’t make fun of me the whole time. He’d probably even quote the lines with me.”

“Oh, please.” Jin scoffed, but there was a hint of jealousy in his tone. “Jungkook doesn’t even like vampires." he lied, knowing damn well just how big of a Twilight fan Jungkook was too.

“At least he wouldn’t tease me about Edward and Bella,” she shot back, sticking her tongue out.

Jin leaned closer, his dark eyes narrowing playfully. “You’re really bringing Jungkook into this? Fine. Next time I’ll invite him over, and we’ll see who he sides with.”

“Good. You’ll lose,” she said smugly, but her confidence cracked ever so slightly as her laughter bubbled up again. She knew full well that Jungkook, the ever-loyal maknae, would probably side with Jin just to gang up on her.

Instead of pressing the point, Jin reached out and pulled her close, tucking her into his side. “For the record,” he said softly, his dark eyes sparkling with a different kind of mischief now, “you’re way cuter when you’re laughing at me than when you’re planning movie marathons with Jungkook."

Y/N rolled her eyes, but the warmth of his arm around her and the teasing lilt in his voice made her cheeks flush.

Nestling closer against the firm warmth of his chest, she rested her head on his shoulder. “For the record,” she murmured, “you’re way more annoying than Edward.”

Jin let out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Annoying, huh?” he said, tilting his head to look down at her. “I think you mean irresistible.”

Y/N lifted her head to meet his gaze, her lips curving into a soft smile. “I mean exactly what I said,” she teased, though the warmth in her eyes betrayed her words.

Jin’s smirk softened, and his dark eyes searched hers for a brief, tender moment. “You’re lucky I like you, even if you have terrible taste in movies,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper.

“And you’re lucky I tolerate you,” she shot back, though her voice wavered as he leaned in closer.

Their laughter faded into a quiet, charged stillness. Jin’s hand brushed against her cheek, his touch gentle, and before she could think of another playful retort, he closed the distance between them.

His lips met hers, soft and unhurried, and Y/N felt the world melt away. The teasing, the tickling, even the faint strains of Bella’s Lullaby in the background—all of it dissolved into the warmth of the moment.

The world seemed to melt away, leaving only the steady warmth of his touch and the faint buzz of her heartbeat in her ears. When he pulled back, Y/N barely had time to catch her breath before he leaned closer again, this time nipping playfully at her neck.

She squeaked in surprise, swatting at his chest. “Jin!”

“What?” he said, grinning as his dark hair fell into his eyes. “I thought you liked vampires. Just trying to stay on theme.”

“You’re ridiculous,” she said, laughing as she shoved at his shoulder, though the blush on her cheeks gave her away.

“And you’re adorable when you’re flustered,” he shot back, tugging her back into his arms.

Y/N sighed dramatically but couldn’t fight the smile tugging at her lips as she nestled back into his embrace, “You’re still more annoying than Edward.”

“I’m way more fun," he murmured against her hair, his grin audible in his voice,

Y/N huffed, though her smile only deepened. “Fun, huh? More like annoying.”

“Fun,” Jin repeated, his voice playfully coaxing. “Trust me, if you spent more time with me, you’d see it.”

“I’ve spent plenty of time with you,” she teased, shifting slightly to get more comfortable against him.

He chuckled, his fingers tracing gentle circles against her back. “Well, what if I add a little more excitement?”

Before Y/N could respond, Jin leaned down once more, his lips brushing softly against her neck. She let out a breathy laugh, the sensation sending a delightful shiver down her spine.

“Jin!” she exclaimed, squirming beneath him.

“What?” he said innocently, flashing her that mischievous grin again. “You can’t resist. Admit it.”

“I can resist,” she insisted, though her voice wavered with amusement.

“Hmm,” Jin hummed thoughtfully, his dark eyes locked onto hers with playful intensity. “I’m not convinced.”

“You’re impossible,” she muttered, trying to suppress the grin tugging at her lips.

“And you’re too easy,” he teased back, nipping at her skin once more, a bit harder this time, just enough to leave a faint mark that made her gasp softly.

Y/N swatted at him again, though her laughter betrayed any annoyance. “Stop! You’re going to leave a mark.”

“That’s the idea,” he replied, pulling back with a wink. “A little souvenir for you.”

“Jin…” her hips bucked up to meet his.

“Hmm?” he hummed, settling back into the warmth of her embrace, his fingers idly threading through her hair. His lips moved back to meet hers, letting his tongue beg for an entrance she easily granted him.

Y/N let out a soft sigh when he pulled away, immediately missing the feel of his lips on hers, “Fine,” she murmured, her voice lower this time, “you win.”

“Always,” Jin said smugly, pulling her even closer, his lips pressing to her temple in a tender, lingering kiss.

Jin sat up, pulling Y/N up with him, settling her on his lap. Her oversized shirt rode up exposing her thighs as she sat on him. His eyes wandered down to the delicious flesh and his hands followed as he gripped her thighs. "Wanna take a bite of these next," he murmured almost to himself.

"I think you've teased me enough today," she huffed, her bottom lip jutting out. That alone almost made him lose it. He moved his hand up to run his thumb over her lip.

"So pretty," he looked in her eyes and leaned in to kiss her again - making her forget her thoughts.

"Want you…" she mumbled against lips, practically feeling his own curve up into a smile.

"Yeah? Was it the biting? Did that do it for you?"

Her face flushed and her breath hitched, giving her answer away before she could even speak.

"You already knew that though," her pout returned to her face, getting squirmier on Jin's lap.

He laughed, giving her another peck, "Yeah, maybe I did,"

Jin's hands found themselves sneaking into her shirt, slowly lifting it off of her. "God," he sighed, discarding her shirt before moving to cup her bra less breasts in his hands. "Wanna mark these too, baby…" his hand crept up to her neck lightly tracing the hickie he left earlier.

He could feel her pulse quicken beneath his fingertips. He slowly wrapped that hand around her neck. Adding just enough pressure to make her gasp. Jin chuckled, leaning forward to kiss her again. He trapped her lips in his, swallowing her moan as he tweaked her nipple with his free hand.

His hands traced her soft skin, gently memorizing every curve in his touch. Her hands tangled in his hair, fingers carding through it as he kissed her.

After they pulled away, his lips ghosted over hers, fighting the urge to crash into each other again.

Both breathing heavily, Jin’s forehead rested against hers again. “You have no idea how much I want you too” he murmured, his voice hoarse, his hands steady on her hips. “Tell me if you want me to slow down.”

Y/N shook her head, her fingers sliding down to trace the line of his jaw. “Don’t stop,” she said, her voice firm.

Jin nodded hurriedly as he shifted them around to give him enough room to roll down his dark sweats. After he pulled them down along with his underwear, just enough to free his cock from the restraints it had been in, he started to work on moving Y/N's panties aside. His long fingers delicately traced along the wet patch at the center of her underwear, his plump lips curved up into a smile.

He pulled the thin fabric aside, exposing her glistening folds. His finger ran up and down her pussy, teasing her entrance.

"Seokjin," she gripped his shoulders, adjusting herself on his lap.

"I know, sweetheart," he cupped her face and pulled her in for another kiss before aligning himself with her pussy. She lifted her hips and then slowly sank herself down on his length. She winced at the stretch as he filled her up.

"Fuck," she cursed, hiding her face in the crook of his neck as she adjusted to the length. A shiver ran down Jin's spine feeling her soft lips start to leave a trail of wet kisses along his neck.

Y/N’s lips grazed Jin’s neck, pressing soft, lingering kisses against his skin, a low chuckle rumbled from his chest. His hands tightened gently on her hips, grounding them both. He hissed as her teeth grazed his neck.

Jin let out a sharp breath when her teeth sank deeper in his neck, the tension in his muscles betraying how much he liked it.

And of course, Y/N noticed.

"Not the only one with a vampire kink now, am I?" she teased, licking over the spot she just bit.

"So you are admitting it's a kink now," he laughed, moving his face to capture her lips with his.

"Shut up," she grumbled against the kiss. squeezing her walls around him enough to make him moan against her lips.

Y/N started to move her hips up and down his length, feeling him deep inside her each time their hips met. Jin gripped her ass firmly, taking the opportunity to sink his teeth into her lower lip.

"Faster, baby, please," his voice strained as he pulled back from their shared kiss. A string of their mixed saliva still keeping them connected when he pulled back.

She nodded, unable to make coherent words, as she sped the movement of her hips. She rocked herself back and forth letting his cock brush against her swollen clit.

"Jin… I'm close," she whined, her legs shaking from the building orgasm that was about to hit her like a wave.

"I've got you," he wrapped his strong arms around her and laid her down on the couch, briefly pulling out of her to have her lay on her back before finding him home back between her legs.

He pulled her panties aside and started to draw lazy circles on her clit as he entered her again. With long, deep strokes that made her eyes roll back.

"Wanna cum together.." he stroked her face, fingers lingering on her swollen, just bitten lips.

Y/N nodded, opening her lips to take him thumb in her mouth, looking up at him like he'd hung the stars for her. She sucked on his thumb, her breasts bouncing with the increase pace of Seokjin's thrusts.

Her legs wrapped tightly around his torso, feeling herself getting closer. She took in the sight of her boyfriend hovering above her, his dark hair sticking to his forehead, the veins showing in his biceps as he supported his weight, his delicious pink lips just tempting her to take a bite.

It was all too much. Between the sensations Jin was providing between her thighs and the sight of him, the most beautiful man, she got the pleasure to call mine… Her orgasm rocked through her body.

She panted his name as he continued to fuck her through it.

It wasn't long before he followed. His cock twitching as her creamy walls hugged tightly around his length.

After he came, he stayed inside her for a little longer, both of them trying to catch their breaths. The post orgasm glow adorning their faces.

Y/N winced at the loss when Jin finally pulled out. He adjusted her panties back to cover her pussy and laid down on the couch, pulling her on top of him to have her rest on his chest. She listened to his heartbeat in the stillness of the moment.

Her head nestled in the crook of his neck, the quiet rhythm of their breaths mingling in the stillness of the room. His fingers idly traced patterns along her back, the soothing motion making her feel weightless.

Just the two of them wrapped in the warmth of each other.

The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the TV, still paused where she’d left it. Jin broke the silence first, his voice low and tinged with playful mischief.

“So,” he began, a grin audible in his tone, “bitten and smitten?"

Y/N groaned at his joke, lovingly rolling her eyes at him.

Jin smirked, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “It didn’t take much to make you forget all about the movie, did it?"

“Maybe because someone kept distracting me,” she shot back, though her lips curved into a smile.

“I can’t help it,” he said with a shrug, leaning down to kiss her head. “And now you’ll associate that lullaby with me forever. You’re welcome.”

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thank you all for reading ♡ ilysm! i hope you enjoy!

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2am · @taylorswiftmicrofic · hair · @black-brothers-microfic · rosestarkiller · word count: 724 · mention of addiction

When Evan returned to their flat after work at 2 am, he found Regulus lying on his stomach on their bed playing some silly game on his mobile phone while Barty tried to get his attention.

“Just let me finish the game,” Regulus complained, focused on his phone as if his life depended on the well-kept condition of his virtual farm and the little animals he looked after there.

When Barty managed to take the phone away from him, Regulus sighed and extended his hand in his direction.

“Give it to me.”

Barty tucked the phone down his trousers and grinned.

“Come and get it.”

Regulus rolled his eyes, but soon cast a smile not at Barty's words, but at the sight of Evan coming up behind him.

“Welcome home,” Regulus greeted him.

Before Barty could turn around, Evan wrapped both arms around his body and rested his chin on his shoulder.

“Hmm, are you two at it again?” He reached under Barty's trousers and pulled out Regulus' phone. He glanced at the screen. “You know, Regulus, I think you have an addiction problem.”

Regulus snorted. He looked the cutest with his messy curls and and one of Barty' t-shirts that was rather loose on him.

“Says, who?”

“Don't give it to him, Evan,” Barty said as he placed both hands on his and stroked them lovingly. “He's really getting on my fucking nerves with the bloody phone.”

Evan tossed the phone towards the couch beyond the bed. He didn't need to ask Regulus to know that was true.

“You're so dramatic,” Regulus groaned.

“Who'd I get it from?”

Evan cupped Barty's cheek gently as he turned his face towards him and pressed their lips into a short but sweet kiss.

‘’Clingy today, aren’t we?” he smirked against his lips.

Barty nodded his head.

“I can take care of that,” he kissed his lips one last time before sitting on the edge of the bed. “Since Regulus prefers his crappy game, it'll just be you and me tonight,” he added as he kicked off his boots, soaked by the puddles he had accidentally stepped in on the way home.

He heard Regulus mumble under his breath.

“Something to say?” Evan inquired.

Regulus raised his chin and folded his arms as he watched Evan remove his street clothes.

“No, do whatever you want, I don't care,” he muttered in annoyance and attempted to get out of bed, only for Barty to yank on his leg, causing him to fall onto his stomach back on the mattress. “Fucker!”

Barty's response was to bite him on the butt and Regulus whined just before rolling over and lunging at him in order to bite his cheek back. Barty chuckled and grabbed his face to lovingly kiss him, instantly feeling Regulus relax under his touch.

“You’re so stupid,” Regulus flashed him a tiny warm smile.

They never got seriously mad at each other because that was how their dynamic worked, both bickering over the silliest of things and making up through kisses and caresses filled with the greatest of affection.

“I know,” Barty grinned and left a peck on his lips.

Evan, who had changed into his home clothes —which consisted of an oversized t-shirt and a pair of worn-out sweatpants— lay down on the bed and sighed deeply. He was exhausted.

Both Regulus and Barty knew what Evan needed even when he wouldn't voice it out. Thus, Barty settled onto one arm of Evan's, hugging it tightly. Regulus rested his head on his chest and proceeded to draw random patterns there with his index fingertip absentmindedly. One of Evan's arms automatically travelled to Barty's dark hair and the other to Regulus' back, both of which he started to stroke in slow and tender motions.

Playing the middleman between wankers who wouldn't listen to reason was taking its toll on him. However, Evan hardly ever talked about work. When he was at home, he preferred to forget about it and instead devote all his attention to the two men who didn't hesitate to recharge his batteries and brighten his day whenever he came home feeling down. Barty was watching him adoringly and Regulus was offering him soft touches that warmed his heart.

Yeah, his job sucked, but Barty and Regulus were the joy of his life and that was all that mattered.