#HELP I CAN'T BREATHE LMAOOOOO

[botanikos]

[songmingisthighs]

My, My, Mine

group : ateez

pairing : jealous, dom!san × reader

genre : smut, pwp, requested

wc : 3.6 k

warning : mdni, possessive!san, mentions of patriarchal upbringing, san trying to exert his dominance in the relationship, san calling mc basically slutty or a hoe but not in those words, drunken sex (so maybe kinda dubcon-ish ??? is it ??), explicit sex (bondage, denied orgasm, sadism ?? idk man, san being a meanie, mc being whiny despite g0rl power, slight dacryphilia ?? big man likes whiny crybabies, multiple orgasm, degradation, filming while having sex (you've been warned), creampie, and more idk i can't list all of them but if you think i should list more as like warning, please lmk !)

a/n : idt i've written any san smut (other than the debauchery that was ignominy) so I'm excited for this request ! i had this in my wip for quite a while and I'm FINALLY finishing it !!!

a/a/n : sorry this took a while, I had to get in the right mood for this lmaooooo hope you enjoy it !

a/a/a/n : ALSO HAPPY SANI DAY !!!

buy me coffee ?

It hadn't been that long since you and San started dating and it was quite the adjustment.

On one hand, you loved him dearly, he and all of his adorable quirks. But San, as he was raised quite conservatively by a strong, patriarchal figure, had managed to show some of the traits. Sure, you could get used to having things paid for you despite it making you feel like a burden, but having to argue with San in public when he insisted that he should be the one carrying all of your things or even waiting for you at your office's lobby when he's available so he'd be able to accompany you home was not something you like. So you both adjusted. Or tried to.

You didn't realize the extent of his views until you went to a girls' night.

During the whole time, San kept texting you about your whereabouts, reminding you not to drink too much. You'd answer once or twice but for every answer you gave, he sent five more texts and it was getting rather annoying. You realized he meant well but the way he was doing it was making it seem like he thought you were an incapable idiot who was going to need him, your knight in shining armour, to rescue you from the bad bad men of this world. You had gone through life just fine without him before and you were not some dumbass.

The realization that the alcohol in your system was stirring your emotions should have been enough to get you to sober up especially knowing that San was staying over to take care of you (a compromise you begrudgingly accepted). But your friends were egging you on and you knew that you didn't want to face San without some liquid courage. It was high time you took him down a peg. Or peg him down. Whichever comes first.

"Honey, I'm home," you slurred, giggling when you got through your front door and started taking off your shoes.

There were shuffles and soon San's voice rang through your ears. "Baby! I missed you! Where-" the words died in San's mouth when he saw the state you were in, or more specifically, the clothes you were wearing. "What the hell?" he asked, standing at a distance looking at you with disbelief in his eyes that you couldn't notice because you were too intoxicated to be aware of your surroundings. "Sannie," You giggled, stumbling to your boyfriend after you shrugged off your coat to the floor to ask for a hug. San still accepted your hug but he was oddly quiet, his eyes hard, and his fists were balled around your waist.

"I'm home now, Sannie!" you were still giggling as you started peppering San's face with kisses. It was then that San smelled the heavy alcohol in your breath which made him cringe and push you back slightly, "What in God's name have you been doing?" Then his eyes travelled down to your clothes, "And what is with this outfit?"

You immediately recognized the tone that he was using on you and you couldn't help but roll your eyes at him, "I told you I was going to a girls' night at the club and obviously this outfit is amazing because the bartender gave me 2 free shots!" you excitedly said. San reeled back and crossed his arms on his chest, "You mean to tell me you flirted for free drinks?" it took you a moment to answer but you shook your head, "Didn't have to flirt, he saw me in this outfit and he just showed his appreciation. It was no big deal," you shrugged and you tried pushing past him but he easily stopped you by blocking your path. "(y/n), I have to tell you I'm not comfortable with this. It kind of seems like you were selling your dignity so cheaply. As your boyfriend-" "Whoah, go back to you accusing me of being a hoe," you cut him off. San's eyebrows furrowed and he immediately defended himself, "I didn't call you a hoe, I'm just stating that I am not okay with my girlfriend wearing something so short, skimpy, and revealing just so she wouldn't have to pay for her drinks!" he stated.

Truthfully, San didn't have much problem with how you dress. He actually thought that you looked absolutely hot. Hell, he bought you the damn dress when he thought that you were going to wear it when you go out with him. He trusted you completely but what he couldn't trust were the rest 99% of the population who might do something bad to you when you're intoxicated in clothes that for lack of a better word, provided a lot of access. Something bad like what he wanted to do to you when he first saw that dress which was to rip your panties in two, fuck you in the dressing room, stuff you full of cum, and make you keep them safe until you both went home so he can eat the cum out of you.

Had you been sober, you could've agreed with the part about your dress being short, skimpy, and revealing because you had spent the better part of the night trying to not bend down and making sure that when you were dancing, you were shielded by your girlfriends. But the implication still didn't sit right with you and the fact that San was using the boyfriend card ticked you off.

"You're my boyfriend San, not my owner or my master. I'm still my own person and had I flashed a tit or two to get free shit, I should be able to! I get to decide what I get and what I don't get," you huffed and tried pushing past him.

Your steps halted when San shot his hand out and placed it on your chest, his fingers rigid on your collarbones and when you looked into his eyes, there was a glint of darkness and lust that made you shudder.

"Is that how it is, little Miss Independent? You really think you're in charge of whatever you get, big girl?" he smirked, voice lowering down and it was then did you realize, even through your drunken haze, that you were fucked. Or going to be. Hard.

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All hopes of your friend borrowing your dress were shattered and you had to break the news to her because right now, that dress was being used to tie your hands together behind your back while San had you on top of him, connecting his face with your pussy as he did his best to draw your third orgasm.

"Aww look at you," San chuckled darkly against your pussy, "Big girl can't handle two orgasms in a row?" The spank he delivered on your ass made your knees slip and allowed your whole weight to fall on San who happily accepted being suffocated by your sweet cunt. "S-San," you whimpered, trying to relieve the overstimulation by lifting your hips only to receive a guttural growl from below as his strong arms snaked around your thighs to ensure that you wouldn't be able to escape him. "San, please stop, it's too much" you whimpered while still trying to get out of his grip. Your senses had returned after the first orgasm when San managed to flush the alcohol out of you somehow only for it to be thrown back into a haze when he was working on your second.

Tired of your whining, San flipped you both over and allowed you a moment to breathe. Although it was hard what with the way your cunt was still throbbing and your heart still beating wildly in your chest. Despite his annoyance, San found your sprawled figure to be very delectable what with your flushed and warm skin, rising chest, and pussy glistening with sweat, spit, and arousal, making it seem like it was inviting him in again.

San grabbed your legs and pried them open, allowing him to glare at your pulsing entrance with eyes clouded in desire. "I thought big, independent girls wouldn't have to whine and beg like needy little bitches? Where's the confidence you used to get free drinks from cheap losers?" you somehow managed to lift your head to look at San who had his eyes now locked on yours as he leaned down close to your aching core, "Where's the confidence you used to allow people to think you're not spoken for?" Your back was arched and your jaw unhinged when San licked a fat, long stripe from your peritoneum up to your clit at an agonizingly slow speed. It was as if he wanted you to feel every single bit of movement he made that effectively drove your mind into overdrive. You felt your legs start to shake when he plunged three fingers into your leaking hole after spitting on your cunt, hitting your sensitive clit that he used as a bullseye.

The smug look on his face as he watch you writhe from overstimulation shouldn't turn you on so much but the way you physically reacted betrayed you completely as it chased for more of San, whatever he was willing to give you.

"You're a jerk," you whimpered through teary eyes. Though your voice was getting hoarse from the night out which was followed by him overstimulating you to high heavens, San could hear you loud and clear. "I thought you like getting attention?" San scoffed, pausing to him slapping you harshly on your cunt which caused your body to jolt at the impact, "That's why you were dressed like that, right? I'm just being a supportive boyfriend and helping you practice." The insinuation pissed you off and despite your struggling, you tried to get yourself up and away from him (and failing rather miserably), "I dressed like that for myself you possessive jerk," "Oh, so the lack of panties was what, for health?" When you couldn't answer him, he knew he got you dead on and being proud of himself, he smirked and pulled himself off of you and the bed. The sudden void he left caused you to almost whine out loud, brain forgetting that you were somewhat mad at him.

San came back to the bed completely naked and holding your phone. Immediately, he positioned you flat on your back and his thick thighs pushed onto your own firmly so you were basically folded. Your breath hitched when you felt his cock resting against your sensitive cunt a bit too casually. The skin-on-skin contact allowed you to feel how hot it felt and the way it pleasured you when it rubbed against you every time San made even the slightest movement. "You can say whatever you want and I'll do whatever I want. Seems fair, doesn't it?" Your heart beat quicker and harder in your chest simply from the way he hinted at his plan. "What are you going to do?" You asked, swallowing the nervous lump in your throat. San only raised a cocky eyebrow, not even bothering to answer you properly and just simply tapping away on your phone. You had even considered that he might have contacted one of your friends or worse, call them before he fucked you.

But San didn't give you enough time to overthink because, in a moment's time, San flipped your phone sideways, pressed a button, and started pushing inside you. Your eyes watered again from the stretch and even though you were well-lubricated thanks to San's torture on your cunt earlier and also his spit, his size didn't make things easier for you. His cock glided smoothly but your muscles tensed up from the sudden intrusion, slowing his pace a bit and restricting him from being too rough. "Look at Miss Independence breaking down over her boyfriend's cock like a common whore," he chuckled darkly, relishing in the way you whimpered his name and your body arching in pleasure at the feeling of him, "Come on baby, show the camera how you're in charge of everything you get or don't get," he mocked. You were sure that your tears were not just from being overstimulated but also from the humiliation. You were a proud woman who could confidently say that you have never let a man use you even if he tried. But there you were on your back, hands tied, and mind fuzzy, hyper-aware of the way your body just submitted to San's every whim, betraying your better judgment that was still screaming for you to push him off and make him get a taste of his own medicine. But of course, your body was as stubborn as your mind as it refused to go against San.

"San, put away the camera," you whined, turning away from the camera only to have San grab your cheeks in one free hand and force you to look back at him. "Why should I? If you want me to stop, then do it yourself. Take the camera away from me," he smirked as he adjusted his knees so he could start rolling his hips into yours, creating a steady rhythm.

From the screen, he could see the way you glared at him as his words, knowing full well that although he had challenged you to do something you could absolutely not do anything due to the fact that your hands were bound behind your back. Had it been any other circumstance, San would tell you how turned on he was with you at that moment. The way tears made your eyes seem like they were glittering, the way your cheeks were puffed and flushed from frustration, and the way your body was opened up for him to use. The fire between you two was one of the things that San loved.

"Come on, (y/n), show the camera what you can do," he egged, thrusting harshly into you which elicited a high-pitched squeal from your lips. "Fuck you," you whimpered but you did as he told as you began fucking yourself back and instead of matching his pace, you fucked yourself on his cock quicker, convincing yourself that it was, in a way, you taking charge over him. Though, the satisfied look on San's face, paired with the way he licked his bottom lip as he pointed the camera to where you two were connected, proved you otherwise. "I can get fucked if I want to, I control what I get," you stated albeit slightly unconvincingly as your quivering bottom lip served as a dead giveaway. "Of course you do," San cooed mockingly before his free hand dropped to between your legs to spread your pussy lips apart, allowing the camera to capture the way your cunt was swallowing him so greedily.

There was a mischievous glint in his eyes when he saw your cunt pulsing and his head was running wild with filthy ideas. "Baby, I wanna breed you so bad so people would know who you belong to," Your breath hitched when his handsome face contorted into a chesire-like grin and your so-called control was stolen as quickly as you got it. "You're not gonna do shit to me San, I mean it," at this point, your defiance was more like a facade because you wanted what he was offering but your pride wanted to twist it around. San moved his hips quickly, greedily taking all of the pleasure he could get out of you. "Fuck, my big girl is gonna get creamed," he chuckled darkly, fucking you as he tried to keep the camera still to capture everything, particularly the way your cunt leaked so much arousal that his own crotch was wet with the transferred slick.

Your body was being used so well that your limbs (the free ones at least, which were your legs) were flailing about slightly. "Stupid little baby wants to have control when she can't even control her legs, she's fucked so stupid," he teased as you whined in protest, wanting to prove him wrong. So despite the weakness in your legs from the ministrations, you shifted your body around so that you were on your side and your legs were crossed over the other. The new position trapped San's cock inside you and the sensation of his cock being trapped halted his movements mid-way and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as a guttural groan echoed in your ears. You took his response as a mini triumph. "Fuck, you got tighter," he shuddered, body shaking as he took a shaky breath, "Were you trying to snap my dick off?" You feigned innocence as you began rocking your hips again, "Maybe yes, maybe no. Maybe if I snap your dick off it'll become mine," you smirked. "You conniving slut."

No longer caring about the camera, San tossed your phone to the side and started pounding into you in a pace that was animalistic. "F-fuck- Aah! San!" you squealed when he planted his left foot firmly on the bed and pounded harder as if he was trying to destroy your insides.

"Say you won't go out dressed like that again," he demanded, face planted on your chest as his abuse of your cunt continued. He began nipping, kissing, biting, and licking all over the skin of your breast and it almost succeeded in clouding your mind into absolute submission due to pleasure. But you managed to firmly shook your head, "I'll wear whatever the fuck I want, I'll do whatever I want!" you answered between harsh pants and heavy breathing.

You heard San click his tongue before he ripped himself off of you in a flash, leaving you on the edge of orgasm and cold. "What the fuck!?" you whined, instinctively trying to get up to chase after San but your bound hands prevented you from moving easily.

San tilted his head and mockingly pouted, "If you can do whatever you want then so can I, baby." Your eyes zeroed in on his hand that jacked his hard, leaking cock and you knew well enough that it wouldn't take him much to cum at that point. Despite his treatment towards you, you wanted his cum, you wanted his cum inside you. "San, you get back here and fuck me!" you scream-whined, desperate to find release.

Hearing your demand, San went back onto the bed and got closer to you. For a moment, you thought San was going back to fucking you but he simply slapped his cock on your face, taunting you. "You want me to fuck you now? I thought you were in charge of yourself," he smirked, rubbing the tip of his cock on your skin, leaving a trail of precum mixed with what was left of your arousal. You held yourself back from using your mouth to chase his cock but your sexual frustration was at its peak and it was at that moment that your resolve broke and you whined. "Sannie, please fuck me, make me cum and then breed me so other guys won't even get close to me, please, please."

That seemed to satisfy San because his next move was to finally release your hands from the hold of the makeshift handcuffs and flip you over so you were on top of him. The pooling slick allowed him to slip inside you rather easily and once he was buried inside, you let out a gasp. "Ride me," San demanded, eyes fixated on you and hands on your hips firmly. San's words barely concluded before you started fucking yourself on his cock, letting out all the frustration both sexual and emotional from the whole bullshit. You anchored yourself on San's broad chest and used him to chase your own release.

"Yeah baby, do it, fuck yourself on me. Use my cock like the big girl that you are," San goaded, smirking and panting from the feeling of your cunt hugging his cock so tightly. "T-told you I'm i-in charge," you panted, throwing your head back as the pleasure ran through your body like electric shocks, making you tingly all over. "Sure you are, baby," San groaned when he felt his release coming.

With one swift swivel of your hips, your body tensed, legs clamped and your orgasm broke like a wave crashing. "Fuck!" you squealed, a couple of tears fell down your face as your body fell backwards without detaching your core from San. Seeing you in your own state of ecstasy, San sat up and shuffled around so he could have his chance chasing his high with you. You were in such a state of blissful release and satisfaction that when San started to overstimulate you once again with his cock, all you could do was groan and turn, trying to get away from him half-heartedly. "I'm cumming inside you, okay? I'm gonna paint you with my seed," San panted into your ear as his lips nipped at the skin, causing the area to tingle and you to whimper as you nodded weakly.

It didn't take long for San to cum inside you, fulfilling his previous promise. He let out a low, breathy moan that got your cunt clenching as he rode his release, making sure that his cum was not wasted and was kept inside you.

Neither of you spoke as you tried catching your breaths, still trying to cool down from the rigorous activity and for you specifically, your mind too far gone to recover so quickly. San momentarily peeked at the edge of the bed, particularly at your ruined dress and couldn't help but smirk, thinking that at least he had one problem done.

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crybaby (explicit)

genre: all pwp all smut babeyyyyyy

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: your boyfriend has always mixed his pleasure with pain.

word count: 4.3k

contains: explicit sexual content!!!!!! like that's the whole fic lmao 😵‍💫 established relationship, marathon sex, wrist restraints/bondage, cocky yet eager sub!jungkook 🥵, soft dom!reader but she can be a lil tough, clothed tit play, objectification, she calls him bunny which i think is cute 🥺, spitting, dick riding, unprotected sex, fingers in mouth, humping/grinding, jk has a nipple piercing 🙈, overstimulation/multiple orgasms - for both of them hehe, vibrator use, jungkook (and reader!) pushing himself to his limits bc..... he's jungkook, he cries 🥲, reader finds it hot 👀, a lottttt of sweat & cum lol, cum licking/eating, blowjob, maybe some subspace if you squint, winners never quit 💪, talk of coming dry at the end, jk is kind of a little shit lmaooooo - alright i think that's it 😩

A/N: not me barely managing to get this up before the ticket sales start 😅 happy hunger games to y'all who have codes!!! this fic is a birthday gift to my love, my angel, my cunning linguist @moni-logues 💜 HAPPY (yesterday) BIRTHDAY bb, can't wait to marry you on our first date, it is the joy of my life to build castles in the air with you~

and god bless jk for his lives the past few weeks bc they breathed so much life into this regular degular "sub!jk" fic idea. i'm v obsessed with his personality and the way he always pushes himself "just a little more", whether it's in staying up til 5 am singing karaoke on his couch or giving his absolute all in a workout. just so in love with our bunny tbh, so i hope you enjoy this spicy version of him too!! 🥰

read on AO3!

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You know your boyfriend has always mixed his pleasure with pain.

He stays up late even when he’s exhausted, likes to do his workouts to failure, could spend hours in a tattoo session with the needle pressed to his skin and his bones humming from the buzz. Always holding out for as long as he can, always wanting just a little bit more before he calls it quits, even when it’s hard, even when it hurts. Because he wants to test his limits.

And today, you want to test them, too.

That’s why you text him to meet you in the bedroom, let him find you in nothing but one of his oversized Carhartt shirts, kneeling up on the bed as you affix a pair of purple silk restraints to the headboard.

There’s the soft creak of the mattress from Jungkook’s added weight, and you feel the heat of him as he crowds you from behind, hands dragging up the curve of your hips and taking the hem of your borrowed shirt with it.

“This was the emergency, huh?” The low murmur of his voice is chased by the cool touch of his lip ring as he drags his mouth up the nape of your neck. A blossom of arousal starts to unfurl in your core. “Wanted to use these?”

“Yeah,” you answer, feigning nonchalance as you give the silk a firm tug to test that it holds. Satisfied, you let yourself sink back into Jungkook’s touch, dropping your head against his shoulder and smiling when he leans down to brush his lips over yours. He hums a soft little sound into your mouth.

You cup your hand to the nape of his neck when you pull away to finish the thought. “Thought we could try them on you.”

The words are seemingly all your boyfriend needs to hear; he drops down onto the mattress so hard that he bounces a little. You can’t help but laugh at the way he scrambles to strip out of his sweatshirt, like he’s being timed, then hurriedly centers himself on the pillows, eyes glinting dark with desire.

When you first started talking to Jungkook, everything about him made you expect that he would be the one to call the shots. The good looks, the tattoos and piercings, the muscles— and definitely the motorcycle. But once you’d sat across from him at dinner on your first official date, only to watch him blush and fumble his way through a conversation, you started to suspect that maybe he preferred to follow rather than lead.

That thought was certainly confirmed the next time you saw him out in public: it’d been a full two weeks since your first date, with nothing but radio silence between you since. You were admittedly maybe a little too drunk when you spotted him out with his friends at the same bar you’d been dragged to by yours— drunk enough to have no problem walking right up to him to read him for filth, in front of all of his friends, for ghosting you.

Except he’d just blinked those big brown eyes up at you, mouth dropped open in disbelief, and quietly admitted that he’d been waiting all this time for you to text him.

One of his friends had clapped him on the back, laughing loudly as he corroborated Jungkook’s confession. “He’s been having midnight karaoke pity parties because he never heard from you. Please take this boy out again before his neighbors have him evicted!”

That night told you everything you needed to know about how the dynamics in your relationship would work out. That if you wanted something, there was a very good chance Jungkook wanted it, too.

Which is why it doesn’t surprise you that your boyfriend is already sprawled out half-naked on the bed beneath you, arms folded behind his head in a way that makes his biceps bulge, dangerously attractive.

His mouth pulls into a cocky, flirtatious grin. “Ah, so you wanna use me?”

“I do,” you murmur, straddling your thighs over his torso and leaning up to take the smooth purple silk between your fingers. He offers you one hand before you even have to ask for it, and takes advantage of the other’s last few minutes of freedom to paw at you over your shirt. His tattooed fingers seek out your breast and squeeze, his thumb flicking lazy strokes over your nipple.

You tug the knot of the restraint to tighten it, then look back just as Jungkook closes his lips around the clothed bud of your breast. The rough drag of cotton against your sensitive skin makes you hot all over, your nipple stiffening easily at the rub of his insistent tongue.

“How’s that? Too tight?”

He smirks with your tit still in his mouth, soaking a wet spot into your shirt, teeth scraping gently. “Could be tighter.”

“You are such a show-off,” you huff, more endeared than aggravated as you redo the knot, this time as tight as you can manage. Jungkook pulls against it teasingly, but it does actually seem to hold him in place, and you can feel a dull thud between your legs at the flex of his muscles on full display, the image of him already half-helpless beneath you.

“I’m Jeon Jungkook,” he says, as if in explanation, giving your breast a final playful jiggle before you tug his other hand off to tie it up, too.

“Well, Jeon Jungkook,” you retort with a smirk and a grunt of effort as you lean over him to tug the knot tight. You glance down to find him already using the leverage of his restraints to pull himself up so that he can continue to nuzzle his face into your shirt between your tits, abdominals shaking a little from the effort, undeterred despite the loss of both of his hands.

You take his jaw in your grip and scoot yourself further down his body, dipping in to plant a kiss on his soft lips.

“Are you gonna be a good little toy for me?”

“Uh-huh,” he grunts, and you enjoy the tease of hovering just past where he can reach, watching him strain up toward your mouth to seek another kiss and fall ever so short.

You can feel arousal already dripping from your folds as you slide further down the bed, slipping off from on top of Jungkook to easily rid him of his joggers and briefs. His dick smacks against his stomach, thick and hard; wet, too, at the pretty brown tip. You toss his clothes over the edge of the bed, then strip your own shirt to follow before lowering yourself between his spread legs.

The muscles in Jungkook’s thighs tighten with visible anticipation as you hover above his cock, letting the heat of your breath fan out over him, not unlike the warm afternoon air leaking in through the cracked bedroom window, the first taste of spring. You can hear the wet clicks of Jungkook’s tongue in his mouth.

“Easy, bunny,” you murmur, and then you work up a mouthful of saliva and spit it right onto the head of his dick.

He hisses in a breath at the splatter of it, then gasps a soft little sound when you take him in your hand to slip your fist down the length of him. That’s Jungkook all over; always so eager, always so sensitive.

“What do you think?” you muse, your mouth ticking up as you feel Jungkook’s hips roll into your grasp. “Think it’s ready for me, baby?”

“‘Sready,” he grunts, teeth clenched. “Use it, jagi.”

You waste no time, crawling back up Jungkook’s body to settle your hips over his, flattening your palms against his chest. He’s still squirming, thighs flexing against the bed as he rocks up in a desperate attempt to find the wet heat of your cunt, and you giggle as you work yourself backwards until the head of his dick catches on your entrance.

It’s a bit of a stretch, but you’re wet enough to take it. You bite down on a smug smile as you manage to seat yourself on him hands-free.

“Fuck, love when you do that.” Jungkook’s voice is a low growl, and you slide a hand up the firm definition in his chest and slowly start to rock yourself along his length. His cock fills you up like he was made for it; you can feel every detail of him drag against your ridges, trailing sparks of pleasure as you tilt your hips to drive him right into your sweet spot.

Jungkook’s head kicks back against the pillow as a groan rips through him. There’s a gentle crease in his brow, furrowed in the way that tells you it’s so good: the tight heat of your pussy, the slick stretch of it when you work it on him. You ride him rough, make him take it like a good boy.

Another noise stutters out of Jungkook, chased this time by a huff of breath that it takes you a second to realize is a laugh, the tone caught halfway between shy and horny. You watch the way he squirms, restless against his restraints, like he can’t help himself.

He answers before you can ask. “The way your tits— fuckin’ bounce— fuck, I wanna touch you.”

The feeling sinks in as you watch him writhe beneath you, as you shove your hips back harder to pull more desperate sounds out of him. It’s fun, not letting him have what he wants, makes you drip that much more down the length of him.

“You can’t.”

“I know,” he grunts, wrists tugging uselessly. “It’s hot— that I can’t.”

“It is,” you concede, feigning composure despite the hitch in your breath, the way you’re already close to the edge and pushed that much closer by having Jungkook like this. Tied up, all yours, free to do with as you please.

And still fighting against his fucking restraints.

“Think I could rip these?”

It’s like your body acts faster than your pleasure-driven mind can keep up with: all at once, you’re tracing the pouted curve of Jungkook’s bottom lip, then slipping two fingers past it into the heat of his mouth.

“Shh, bunny,” you murmur. He blinks up at you, glassy-eyed as you pet over his tongue, all lush and wet on your fingertips. “Toys don’t talk.”

You press down more firmly as if for emphasis, enjoying how his soft parts give so easily to your touch, and then Jungkook outright moans around your fingers in his mouth.

The needy little sound makes your pussy pulse hot between your thighs.

“Fuck,” you hiss as you take him to the hilt, changing the stroke of your hips to grind against your toy, used solely to get yourself off now. Humping, really, rubbing your clit over the smooth skin of his abdomen where he’s blooming feverglow, flushed with need. Jungkook’s eyes flicker back in his head at the way your pussy’s taking him, squeezed tight like a vice and gushing wet. Working raw sounds out of him, his jaw gone slack; you can feel the blunt edge of his teeth and his heavy, shaky breath on the palm of your hand.

Your thighs shift to spread wider and the next drag of your clit is at just the right angle that pleasure surges up in you, undeniable, overwhelming. It’s all you can do now to chase your release, to keep rocking yourself into it, Jungkook’s thick cock plugged up inside of you and drool slicking out of his mouth to drip down your wrist.

“Gonna make myself come on my pretty little toy,” you manage to gasp.

Jungkook’s eyes find yours, burning intensity, the way he gets, and then he closes his lips tight around your fingers in his mouth and sucks, as if he’s begging to be used, and it sends you over the edge all at once. Your head tips back as your orgasm kicks through you, white noise pleasure, enough to get lost in.

Hips still rolling, you grind yourself through it, the waves of your climax swelling and receding again, until you finally drop forward against Jungkook’s chest, breathless and buzzing all over.

You let your fingers slip out of his mouth, exhale a laugh as they skip over the defined ridges of his stomach when you wipe your hand dry, taking full advantage of the fact that he’s powerless to stop you.

“Shit, that was hot.”

Jungkook’s voice is hoarse with desire as you shift to find the curve of his neck under your mouth, trailing kisses until your lips brush over the pretty lines of ink just behind his ear. He’s still thick and stiff inside you, with a steady pulse-throb that tells you how badly he needs to come, how worked up he is from being used as your personal hump-toy.

“Yeah,” you echo, paired with a tentative rock of your hips that makes your cunt flutter, overstimulated, tugs a little whine out of Jungkook, too. Your tongue feels thick in your mouth as you breathe against his flushed skin.

“Think I— wanna keep using my toy. Kinda feel like being greedy.”

Jungkook’s cock twitches, shameless, at your admission, again when you flick a thumb over the silver jewelry studded through his nipple. There’s a part of you that wants to keep him like this, his leaking-hard dick filling you up while you purr nasty shit in his ear, just to see if he can come from it.

“Might ride it until I break it.” You scrape your teeth up his neck and he moans. “Gonna take all I can give you, bunny?”

His throat jumps visibly as he swallows, fights to gasp a desperate “uh-huh”. Answers with his body, too, arching up to press himself deeper into you, rubbing the slick, hot tip of his cock into your front wall in just the right way to melt pleasure down your spine. You reward his eager submission with a soft kiss, then lick along the seam of his lips, enjoying the sweet little noises that pour into your mouth when you open him up.

Still intertwined, his tongue stroking over yours, your hand goes fumbling for the nightstand, comes away with the slender cylinder of your vibrator, and switches it on before slipping it down to press between your bodies.

“Oh my god,” Jungkook groans as you nestle the shuddering bullet between your folds and find the bud of your clit. You know he can feel it too from the way his hips jerk beneath you, the steady buzz engulfing his cock as you squeeze your pussy around him, all lush sensitivity from your first orgasm. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.”

“You can.” The words are hardly more than a warm exhale from your mouth to his, your lips brushing. “But I’m not gonna stop.”

You don’t give him time to respond or even heave in another gasp of air before your thumb finds the button at the base of your vibrator, clicks it once, then again.

“F— ahh!”

Jungkook’s body jolts like a live wire as he falls apart beneath you. You sit up to take in the whole of him, your free palm slipping to the jut of his hip, fingertips splayed out and pressed heavy to anchor.

Pinned down and helpless, he trembles through the hot rush of his release, dick buried deep and pulsing as it all comes spilling out of him.

“That’s it, baby,” you coo. Your nails scratch lovingly against his skin to coax him out of it— taking such good care of your toy. His breath is punching out of his chest in these ragged, overwhelmed gasps, sweat glittering at his temples while he whimpers through the comedown. So fucking beautiful like this.

The hum of the vibrator rolls through you, strong enough with the change in angle that your eyes drop shut to focus on the feeling.

Jungkook whines when you circle your hips with him still tucked up inside of you— it’s a wrecked little noise, high and sweet, underscored by the thick squelch of his cum starting to leak back down his shaft. Your thighs tense just right from the filthy sound of it, and then it’s all throbbing velvet glow in your core as you clench up and come on his cock again.

“Fuuuuuck, bunny,” you groan up to the ceiling, your head tipped back as it washes over you. “God, yeah.”

You flick the vibrator off when it gets to be too much, let it go rolling down the mattress— the bedroom feels bigger for the silence. Sweat slicks at the back of your knees, warm spring breeze still licking through the window to flutter the sheer-gauze curtains.

You’re fluttering too, all over: the kick of your heartbeat, the breath stuttering out of your lungs. The throb of your cunt, split open and drooling out juice, messy-wet fresh fruit.

The sound of the bedsheets shifting has your lashes flickering open again, and there’s Jungkook. Dark hair fanned out on the pillow, wrists bound, and that look in his eyes. Like he can take a little more. Like he’s waiting for your cue. Like there’s this whole-heart want brimming up inside of him, making his blood run hot.

He’s still hard between your legs.

“Go on then,” you tell him. “Give me another one.”

With a concentrated growl, Jungkook flattens his feet to the bed, grips tighter to his restraints for leverage, and starts to pound up into you. You can feel an overstimulated shudder in the stroke of his hips, how his cockhead twitches, sensitive, as it rubs over your g-spot. But he doesn’t stop; doesn’t even lose his rhythm.

He fucks you like a machine, and it’s all you can do to brace your palms against his chest and tip forward, rocking yourself down to meet him thrust for thrust.

The harsh slap of body on body is almost enough to drown out the rest: your open-mouthed panting, Jungkook’s groan when your nails dig crescent moon slivers into his tan skin, the gravel edge to your words, “Yeah, like that, fuck me just like that.”

It takes you a second to notice, the sound buried beneath it all, but then it floats through— Jungkook’s sucking his breath in through his teeth now, his jaw tight. You can see the jump of a muscle working there.

“Does it hurt, baby?” you gasp, more air than voice.

Jungkook’s head drops back against the pillow, brow pinched from the focus of keeping his pace steady. He’s breathless, too, when he answers: “Feels good.”

“Feels good because it hurts, huh? Is that how you like it?”

A strangled noise tears out of his throat, and he shoves up even harder, like he wants to fuck you into the shape of him. You splay one hand over the column of his throat and watch his pretty brown eyes blink-blink back at you, and then you have to bury your moans in the crook of his neck as you come hard.

The world around you returns a little at a time. First, the tremble of your tired thighs, the dull ache that’s already started to bloom at the bend of your knees. Then, Jungkook’s body curved up against yours, hips still slow-rolling as you exhale in hot, jagged bursts against his skin. There’s the distinct drip of his cum sliding out of you, and all the sticky-wet places where it’s slicked up the swell of your ass.

“Shit,” you laugh when you manage to find the breath for it. “That was crazy.”

Jungkook shifts a little, but doesn’t respond, and then he makes this wet, soft gasp. You realize he’s shaking beneath you.

You sit up so fast the room spins; your tether is Jungkook’s face, cupped lovingly now between your palms.

“Oh, baby.”

A fat teardrop traces a path down his cheek. Another threatens the dark border of his lashes. He can’t wipe them away with his wrists tied up, but you can see him trying to hold back even as a sob shudders through him, his chest heaving.

“You okay, my love?” you murmur, swiping a thumb across his face. He sniffles, nods, hiccups a little. The tip of his nose is flushed pink. “Shoulda told me to stop, if it was too much.”

“It feels good,” he insists, and his voice cracks around the words. “It’s just a lot. But ‘m not— don’t wanna stop.”

“No? You sure?”

Jungkook sucks his lip ring into his mouth as he nods again, sniffs again. That sends a bolt of something through you.

“You’ve been so good to me,” you praise, and you tip your ass back until his softening cock slips out, smeared glossy-white with your shared release. Jungkook’s still wound-up, pulled so tight inside himself that he flinches when you slip a hand down to ease his legs apart, sliding lower on the bed to slot yourself between them.

“Can I take care of you, bun?” The question’s posed sweetly, chased with a flutter of your lashes and kisses dropped down on the flat plane of his abdomen. “I’ll be gentle.”

He whimpers— answers in the way his hips lift up to meet your mouth.

Your hands press flat to Jungkook’s broad thighs, and you can feel the overwhelmed static-shiver beneath your palms, little tremors that jolt through his muscles. Head dipped low, you drag your tongue up his length and it punches a thick sob out of him, hips stirring like he’s trying to crawl up the bed. But you just keep going, pin him down and make him take it, working broad flat stripes over the whole of his shaft, root to tip. Tasting him, salt and slick and your own heady flavor; you lick him clean.

Jungkook comes quietly this time, feet flexing restless on the bed as you tongue it all out of him. You swipe two fingers through the mess on his stomach and suck that up, too.

Humming around the digits in your mouth, you surface from between Jungkook’s legs to take him in: eyes closed, face wet with tears. You can see the rise and fall of his chest as he gasps for air, shaky, coming down from it.

“Alright baby,” you soothe, shifting up to straddle his chest, knees sinking into the sheets. “All done now, just breathe. Gonna untie you.”

Reaching up, you gently tug open the knot on one restraint, then the other, easing Jungkook’s limp arms to the mattress. Your thumbs find his wrists to massage soft love-circles in case he’s gone numb there, gently coaxing him back to earth.

“Did so good for me, bunny.”

There’s a whimper, and then Jungkook’s surging up to kiss you, forceful enough that you give a little hum of surprise against his lips.

His hands are all over you, all at once, tugging at your legs to drag them forward until you’re flat on your back on the mattress. Your sore thighs shake when he shoves them up and apart, and then a sharp buzz rolls right over the bud of your clit and you keen. Fuck, when did he even grab the vibrator?

“Wanna make you come again,” he pants, and you smile even as your spine arches off the bed. Of course. You should’ve known.

It’s Jungkook all over, you think, hyper-focused on your pleasure even when he’s out of commission, and then you feel the head of his cock push inside and you both gasp. Your cunt aches, so swollen that it’s like he’s stretching you out all over again when you take him to the hilt.

“Oh my god,” you breathe. Jungkook’s hips snap, punctuated by a strangled grunt of effort, but he keeps going, making soft little sweet-pain whines with every thrust, brow scrunched as he brute-forces his way well past overstimulation.

He’s still crying, you realize.

Tears roll down his face and drip onto your collarbone, and everything’s somehow hotter for it. His length is slick, painted in the stored-up remnants of his cum, and you can hear the squish of your folds at the base of his cock each time he fucks it all back into you, so dirty it makes your head spin.

“J-just like that, baby,” you groan, overwhelmed; you can barely get the words out. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.”

Jungkook buries his face in the crook of your neck, and you can feel him shaking, dripping, still rabbiting his hips into you, and then the hum of pleasure reverberating through your body explodes. Your clit throbs with an orgasm that feels endless, dizzying, divine. Jungkook outright sobs as your walls pulse pulse pulse around him, begging for every last drop.

When it’s all too much, you swat at his hand, mumbling shapes that aren’t words until the vibrator’s switched off and tossed away. He pulls out with a thick wet sound and the hiss of his breath between his teeth.

Together, you come down slow. Exhaling staccato, limbs tangled, bodies flushed and sweat-sticking.

Jungkook moves first: flops onto the mattress next to you, entirely exhausted, the way you’ve seen him get after a particularly rough workout. Scrubs at his face with one hand, this shy laugh fluttering out of him. “Can’t believe I cried. Ah, so embarrassing.”

You turn onto your side, tugging his hand away so you can press a kiss to his open palm. “Don’t ask me why but… in the moment? Very hot, actually.” A flush colors his cheeks and you giggle. “My perfect little crybaby.”

He flashes you his signature cocky grin, eyes squeezing shut as it morphs into something nearer to a wince. “Fuck, I’m so sweaty.” A breathless gasp, again. “And my dick hurts. I think I came dry that last time.”

“Poor baby,” you coo, not quite sincere. “You really could’ve stopped at… what, three?”

Eyes closed and still smirking, he shakes his head, damp hair falling in his face. “No I couldn’t have— I’m Jeon Jungkook.”

“You certainly are.”

[shaunamilfman]

Jackie can’t handle herself when she gets the slightest bit horny. If she wakes up from a single wet dream, she needs you immediately, even if its 4 am and you’re asleep next to her, she will scoot right next to you and straddle your leg, slowly trying to start waking you up. She’ll start with slow kisses on your lips, cheek, and jawline but as she gets more impatient she’ll move to sucking hickeys onto your neck while grinding herself down onto your leg to get a little bit of friction going. When you finally wake up, you’re confused cause it’s pitch black, you feel some weight on your leg and all you can hear are Jackie’s little pants of breath. You start to slowly realize the situation as Jackie takes notice that you’re finally awake. She says “Thank god you’re finally up, please just—” she’s so desperate at this point that she grabs your hand and puts the in her pajama shorts that she’s already soaked through. If you even take a second too long to process, she’s already rocking herself on your fingers because she’s already been “sooooo patient” and she couldn’t wait anymore. She’ll remove her hand from her own shorts and grab your shoulder for leverage, and she’s clutching so hard that there are going to be nail marks on your shoulder and back. She’ll keep leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss that has her moaning in the back of her throat. And she’s definitely a little bossy because of how worked up she is, she’ll move your other hand to wherever she wants it and holds it in place there, on her waist, her neck, her chest. While she holds your hand against her. it sends her over the edge, her movement on your hand stutters and slows until she collapses on your chest in exhaustion. After a moment of silence between you two you ask, “Another sex dream?”, Jackie nods against your chest in response. “Okay well you’re not falling asleep now, because I’m awake, I’m sure you could take a second round.”

You both end up missing your first period of school the next morning, and half of the 2nd.

i don't have much to say im just gonna do commentary this was good as hell bro

desperately needy jackie i know that's right

poor pillow princess jackie having to do some of the work herself

i'm imagining jackies reaction to you doing that thing where your like half asleep and are like "im up im up" but fall asleep immediately. she almost cries tears of frustration

needy jackie using you to get herself off has me 😵‍💫😵‍💫

oh jackie definitely needs a second round the poor baby had to do all the work. maybe even a third one.

also im imagining her dream is something fucking ridiculous that only she would find hot. you ask her what it's about and shes just all shy about it lmaooooo. like her ass didn't wake you up with your hand down her shorts

okay okay but alsooooo. consider waking up before jackie while she's having a wet dream. you're woken up by her shifting against you in her sleep. you spooning her with one arm over her so you definitely notice as she starts moving against you. she's doing it unconsciously, groaning slightly in her sleep. thinking about slipping your hand in her shorts and not even moving it. she just starts softly shifting her hips against it as her dream gets better. her breathing quickens up as she wakes up and you just immediately start moving your hand, fucking her awake. she immediately gets all whiny, still half asleep, but she can't help but rock her hips against your hand. telling her you won't let her finish unless she tell you what she was dreaming abouttttt.

[idontknowyetillchangeitlater]

June 23rd

I had a really good day today! I did something really different from my regular routine when it's my day off! I read fanfiction when I woke up and bonded with the dog and then at 8 I went out with my friend to eat ramen!

So I'm reading this really cute fanfiction, and I was getting SO into it that I haven't skipped through a chapter UNTIL I reached chapter 10 and I was like let me just read ahead and see what happens. Its not even angsty, its literally the perfect fluff shit I've ever read. Its so cute, and the ship has such a healthy relationship (So healthy, communication is top tier) but skimmed through because I'm just a slow reader :/ that's the main reason tbh. But yeah its so cute I love it so much.

I tried taking my dog for a walk and she doesn't like doing her business outside, like today I SAW her want to poop in the living room so I'm like wait a second let me get my shoes, obviously she jumps on me and then she starts playing with a plastic bag. (that I do not know where she got it from because literally there's no plastic bags in my house, like I had trouble finding one to pick up her poop.) And they I get the leash on her and then she thinks I want to play with her so then starts tugging on it and I'm like girl we can not go for the walk if you don't let go. So then I tell her hello if you do not let go we won't go on the walk, and then she jumps me AGAIN and then I think she thought I wanted to play with her because then she bites my pants and I'm like hello?? So then I won't lie I got a little mad and raised my voice a little. And I then explained to her that she can't be biting people or other animals because that isn't nice and I think she understood cause she sat there staring at me and tilting her head. AND THEN I was like okay we can go for the walk and yeah she ended up not doing anything and actually dragged me back home lmao (I think I will start going on runs with her or something, gotta buy her little shoes D:) Then I tell her that its okay if she poops in the house cause she gotta do her business. And then I went to my room she kept crying and I'm like I'm still here hello?? and then she pooped lmaooooo. Then later on I tell my mom about my day and the dog just be sitting next to me, or when I come into view or something she starts jumping on me and hugging my ass so idk I think we are becoming friends lmao. (I came back from my ramen friend date and she literally came into the living room jumped on me went to the other room, and then when I went to go poop she also jumped on me lmao.)

Anyways, a couple of days ago I watched a tiktok about how having hobbies really help you with your mind or something like that. So yesterday I was thinking maybe I should start playing video games. And I thought about getting a swtich and there's so many cute colors and tbh I only want to play breath of the wild or super smash bros. lmao. so Idk if I should get it.

OVERALL GOOD DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[sharksa-shivers]

Sharky and Max getting pissed at each other and fistfighting on the side of the road

The contents below are what it says on the tin^^^ All i will say for context is uhmmmmm Kristy did a teleport that went wrong and i shall say...Nothing else lmaoooooo...But she like teleported away for a few days and her teammates have 0 clue where the flying fuck she went (She's fine inb4, that is...All you will get here lmaooooo) ------ (So Sharky and Max are walking through the woods on the roadside and it's about dusk…Both of them look very stressed out, exhausted, worried, tense, depressed and all that shiz…We see Max in front of Sharky as they walk, Max more quite and depressive, his fur a fucking mess, his eyes heavy and Sharky just seems very sad, very hurt and very worried, he's very emotional atm considering his girlfriend kinda just fucking vanished into thin fucking air with 0 warning so…)

Sharky:(he notices the sky darkening as night approaches, looks back to Max, tired and strained from everything)……..How long have we been walking?

Max:(depressive, tired)….I don't know, a while i guess…

Sharky:(it's quite between both of them before we see Sharky get irritated and sit down against a tree, fed up)……….Fucking…I'm tired of walking…

Max:(he looks over and sees Sharky sitting, irritated too)You can't fucking rest right now, we have to get back to the Campsite before it gets fully dark. There's gonna be more demons out and-

Sharky:(annoyed, tired)Fuck em, i want to sit. I'm tired.

Max:(getting annoyed too, pissy)Probably because you haven't been taking care of yourself yeah? Fucking…Jesus, i can only imagine.

Sharky:(getting pissed also at that)Yeah no shit i haven't!!! How in the fuck am i supposed to eat and sleep when Kristy is just…Fucking gone somewhere?!?!?!?

Max:(pissed off, angry)So you admit it? Damn, no fucking wonder. Fucking goddamnit…

Sharky:(Angry)How the fuck can you be fucking mad at me for being upset my girlfriends just…I DON'T EVEN KNOW??? But she's fucking gone!!!!

Max:(pissed off)That isn't the problem and you fucking know it asshole!!!!

Sharky:(annoyed, shoves Max off)Never mind…Whatever…Just shut up a minute, let me just fucking rest a minute…

Max:(in anger, he's not done and flips out, opening his bag and proceeding to throw snack foods he has at Sharky)If we're resting, then you're fucking eating something!!!

Sharky:(grabs some of the shit Max threw, throws a bag of beef jerky back at Max, pissed)Don't fucking throw shit at me asswipe!!!!!

Max:(choosing violence, he kicks Sharky in the leg)Fucking dipshit won't even fucking take care of himself!!! Cares so much about his girlfriend but won't even fucking take care of himself so he can fucking find her better!!!

Sharky:(also choosing violence, he gets up and punches the shit out of Max…Andddddd this causes a fight between them both)FUCK YOU!!!!

(Sharky and Max are both fistfighting each other whenever a car drives through…Anddddddd stops, seeing them both…A like middle aged human woman looks over at both of them.)

Woman:(rolling her window down and making them both stop cold, concerned)…Are you two kids alright? You look lost…

Sharky:(him and Max both break instantly and calm down, faking chillness)Uh, yeah, we're alright!

Max:(jumping on the chance, smiles nicely)Hey, actually, uhhhhhh, you think maybe you could help us actually? Just drive us like a couple miles down the road maybe?

Woman:(feeling bad, she nods, smiles lightly)Yeah, no problem! Hop on in!

Max:(glares at Sharky, annoyed under his breath)Pick up the food shit, let's go, i'm fucking done walking…

Sharky:(pissed off still, under his breath also but picking up the stuff, shoving it in his bag)You're lucky she came otherwise i would have broke your damn teeth… ------------ I really like this scene, idk, i also just like stuff in general where Sharky and Max are kind of fighting with each other (Mostly because Max can easily hold his own and the fights are alot more evened out then you'd think...Like...Max can do some damage and take some damage lmaooooo) But also i feel like this scene shows like...An important distinction between both Sharky and Max. Sharky is self neglectful as we've established. He's the kind of guy who will always put himself last in situations because his mindset is 'Well, these other people matter more then me.' Max is a bit different... Max is always trying to take care of himself because in HIS mind, to him, well.........He's not gonna be that great of a defender to the people he cares about if he's starving to death, if he's dehydrated, falling asleep at the wheel, ect...So Max always tries his best to keep himself in his best fighting condition...Even if he's depressed as fuck and has to really really force it (Thus why whenever he cannot even be fucked to get out of bed, he's still got food trash everywhere and he's sleeping alot still. It's kind of his mindset.) Max tries alot to force this kind of mindset/mantra onto Sharky but...With Sharky's issues, i'm sure you can see where the clash occurs... Idk, i'm rambling but it's fun af to talk and ramble about, idk lol...Hopefully it made sense. It's defs an important thing to note imo for the diffs between characters...

[muirmarie]

I an once again Scheming

(just like my mcspirk bingo card this is just me rambling through ideas for these, haha. and yes, yes these are uhhhhh p much exclusively centered on mccoy, but in, like, a triumvirate way, probably, whether romantic or platonic)

also feel free to peruse my ramblings if you want, but only if you're okay with?? the prompts above??? i'm just going to point at that big black box above as a trigger warning.

(These are specifically NOT supposed to be, uh, Stories, they are supposed to just be me, y'know, trying to write for fun lmaoooo, and I am, unfortunately, going to be SO mean to Leonard McCoy (i'm so sorry best beloved, it's only because I love you so so so so so much)

Recorded/Broadcast Torture (there are few things that make me want to eat drywall and punch the sky as much as this prompt. I am so sorry for who I am going to reveal myself to be when i write this lmaooooo. but you can't put a big screen on the bridge, and then not expect cardboard cutout evil people to force you to watch them torture your doctor, tbh.)

Captive Push (spock, mccoy, & kirk being force marched an incredibly long distance? mccoy, not only the least fit of the three, but the one most likely to mouth off? yeah.)

Hurts to Breathe (thinking about the scene in Castle with Esposito and Ryan where Ryan is getting half-drowned in ice water. Not 100 on this, but that's what first came to mind.)

Claustrophobia (same, babe, same. I'm honestly thinking of that scene in the first season of The 100 where Kane crawls through the bowels of the ship or whatever to get to Abby to save her.)

Killing in Self-Defense (actually SO into this for McCoy - specifically SELF-defense, not defending someone else. EXTREMELY this. a big bowl of guilt that looks so yummy. spock and kirk both have to be like. Hey. We need you alive.)

Forced to Kneel/Bow (see the thing is i don't think mccoy would actually hesitate for a moment to kneel if someone else's life is at stake. i don't think it would even bother him for a second. but he would make a beautiful damsel to make others kneel. you see my vision?)

Knife to the Throat (I do actually already have this plotted and started from that initial post when I was like HMMM should I get a bad things happen bingo card lmao)

Scarpia Ultimatum (Khan???? Khan?????? Almost definitely Khan tbh, I am so sorry Leonard my love)

Innocent Bystander (you're the wrong guy in the wrong place at the wrong goddamn time)

Chained Heat (Leonard and Spock ABSOLUTELY chained together and trying to save Jim, like this writes itself tbh [narrator: she says this all the time and nothing ever writes itself???])

Sensory Deprivation (i had an idea for a different fandom a million years ago re: sensory deprivation, specifically the aftermath, where the character just genuinely Could Not Stand To Be Alone for, like, weeks. and there is something there re: that tbh. especially the hiding it? the trying to deal with it on his own? the frustration of Spock and Kirk of let me help. yeah. I might steal that from myself wholesale tbh.)

Compelling Voice (i was gonna say this could be my plato's stepchildren au BUT that's not really the same thing, is it. maybe something more similar to archons, as in: forced to hurt the ones you love. HMMMM.)

Sleep Deprivation (50/50 on if this is self-inflicted or not - aka running oneself ragged dealing w/ an emergency or forcibly kept awake by bad guys, honestly will just play that by ear when I get there. *ETA - okay i actually know what i'm doing with this now - mccoy, already badly sleep deprived, is accidentally poisoned by spock (vulcan coffee is poisonous to humans who knew) AND part of them ensuring it's safely out of his system involves him having to stay awake for a further idk 48 hours as spock tries to pretend guilt isn't eating him alive (ty elian & discord)*)

Bridal Carry (let the Vulcan bridal carry the injured doctor!!!! He deserves it!!! they both do!!!! *eta: actually, like, i am considering the comedy value of mccoy just having to be bridal carried by multiple people? like he's half-in half-out of consciousness and every time he's lucid he's FURIOUS at this, but they HAVE to get a like a full day's walk away, and spock is MOSTLY the one carrying him, but like kirk and scotty and others have to help as well (they're probably doing fireman carry's tho tbh, they're not as strong as spock), but !!! carry the doctor to the finish line!! get him somewhere safe!! he is SO angry at this!!! at one point uhura and chekhov have his arms around their shoulders and they're carrying him and he is Spitting Mad and trying to insist he can walk, and she just kisses his cheek and tells if he doesn't shut up and let them help she's gonna break his legs <333 and he's like jesus christ uhura, and she just smiles sweetly and says they're gonna save him despite himself tbh. he's probably like. poisoned. so he's super disoriented and has no balance and CAN'T walk, but no broken bones/etc to have to worry about. also that gives an inherent time crunch. yeah. yeah.*)

Terms of Endangerment (honestly the bad guys calling the good guy darling/sweetheart/etc while hurting them is like.......................................yeah. yeah. yeah. yeah. what if they kiss the inside of your wrist and tell you how good you're being for them, and then they push their knife a little deeper in your side. what then.)

Ears Ringing (explosion, bleeding a little from the ears, stumbling through the wreckage trying to help people, possibly doesn't realized he's more injured than he thinks until someone else points it out)

Attack the Injury (this is one that always gets a visceral reaction from me when they do it on shows/movies. i imagine it will also get a visceral reaction from kirk and spock when it's done to mccoy.)

Going into Shock (classic of the genre, what even needs to said, the people who love you are gonna say your name so gently and then start yelling it as they panic, you know how this goes, c'mon)

Tongue-Tied (classic that tumblr post "we're the fucking-with-you-aliens and we're here to fuck with you" situation tbh)

Empathic Healing (hey wouldn't it be fucked up if the Vians gave that ability to McCoy when they healed him? Wouldn't that be super fucked up? Spock and Kirk are gonna hunt them down and kill them with their bare hands, tbh. that is like the one superpower McCoy could absolutely not handle. I'd have to figure a way to get him out of it tho so that requires some Thought.)

Denied Food as Punishment (he's too skinny already =( he's giving his food to the prisoners he thinks need it more so he doesn't get any =( he's sitting at a table overflowing with food and if he takes a single bite it means no one else will be allowed to eat. something along those lines)

Cave In (i mean genuinely who doesn't love a good ot3 cave in stylez)

Love Potion/Love Spell (i'm more a fan of the non-traditional versions of this tbh - the person who gives the potion isn't the one the potion drinker falls in love with. like maybe character a is secretly dating characters b and c, but the potion giver doesn't know that, and to try to sow chaos has character a "fall in love" with character b - which leads to character a seemingly falling out of love with character c. something to think about.)

I Ain't Got Time to Bleed (honestly he could've invented this trope.)

Shock Collar (see you put a shock collar on a doctor and then you put him near injured people and you tell him he isn't allowed to heal anyone and then you pretend you're not watching (j/k i really have nothing planned for this that was just my first immediate thought))

Here is your card for Bad Things Happen Bingo. Happy writing!

[fandomhopping]

It gets to the point Raph literally grounds Rise Leo. He tries to take his katana and odachi away so he can't teleport out because he's supposed to be resting up and healing. Leo just smirks at him, grabs a broken pencil off Donnie's desk, and transforms it into his katana to form a portal to the top of the Manhattan Bridge where he can see the stars.

Raph, who did not know he could do that. Freaks the fuck out.

LMAOOOOO

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“LEO HELP!” The blue banded turtle lifts an eyelid from his meditation hearing his directly younger brothers panic

“OTHERLEOWANTEDTOTELEPORTAWAYSOITOOKHISSWORDAWAYANDTHENHETOOKAPENCILOFFDONNIESDESKANDTURNEDITINTOASWORDANDTELEPORREDAWAYANDNOWIHAVENOIDEAWHERETHEFUCKHEIS”

“Say that slower…?” He tried

Raph took a calming breath

“other Leo wanted to teleport away so I took his sword from him and somehow he took a broken pencil off don’s desk and morphed it into a sword, opened a portal, and just teleported and I have no idea where he is.” The panic was still urgent in Raph’s voice

“he did WHAT!”

[merlinssassybeard]

Baby Gojo: “Dad can you help me? I don’t get the homework. I’ve never seen these symbols before!”

Gojo: “Sure kiddo! Ah, this looks easy. Nothing is a challenge when you’re the strongest being in the world!💪😎”

Gojo the next day:

Jesus christ i can't breathe lmaooooo🤣😆

[melodygatesauthor]

Ok, where do I even BEGIN.

A curl falls in his eyes and you pull again at the scarves, your fingers itching to sink into his hair, to drag him up to where you want him. <- I love his curls, and would love nothing more than to grab onto them while he's....ok yep.

He adds a third finger and you moan, the slight burn of the stretch delicious. <- This line is so good, not even for smutty reasons obv, but from writer to writer, I'm envious of this imagery you've painted, and you may just see me start intermingling some of these words in my works too. Love the way this paints the picture for me.

“All spread out,” he continues, leaning in close, his breath puffing against your ear. “Wet and aching, desperate for me.” <- I don't even want to tell you how my body reacted to reading this sentence, but like you're killing me with it. Just know that. Such a good line...holy SHIT.

As you come back to yourself, you hear Poe, his voice soft as he tells you how well you did, how gorgeous you are.  <- Send help, this line made me fall on the floor and I can't get up. Send all the blorbos to do mouth to mouth please.

UMMMMMMM THAT ENDING ALSO??? SOMNO POE???? (No pressure but.....) It's just a thot lmaooooo

WHAAAT

This was amazing, you did the prompt more justice than I could have imagined. WOW! 💘

Trussed

AN: Many thanks to @melodygatesauthor for sending me the prompt for this, my Poe-loving muse is eternally grateful 🤭 (FYI, I'll be posting the ask you sent once I write the other prompt you sent too. Figured I could link both fics there).

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“Please, Poe,” you whine, hips lifting up from the bed, arms straining a little against the scarves tied around your wrists. He shushes you, gently pushing you back against the mattress. You moan softly at his touch, so keyed up even the lightest brush of his fingers against your skin feels like heaven.

Rated: M+ (this is smut so, i mean, you’ve been warned?) Words: 1,324 Pairing: Poe Dameron x F!Reader Warnings: PWP, edging/orgasm denial, light bondage, fingering, oral sex (please let me know if I missed anything) AO3

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“Please, Poe,” you whine, hips lifting up from the bed, arms straining a little against the scarves tied around your wrists.

He shushes you, gently pushing you back against the mattress. You moan softly at his touch, so keyed up even the lightest brush of his fingers against your skin feels like heaven.

Your moan turns to a gasp when he resumes his journey up your body, his lips feather soft as he presses a kiss against the inside of your knee. You watch him as he slowly makes his way, your lip caught between your teeth, chest heaving. Every now and then, he glances up at you through his thick lashes, sharp eyes watching your every reaction. A curl falls in his eyes and you pull again at the scarves, your fingers itching to sink into his hair, to drag him up to where you want him.

By the time he reaches your core, you’re soaked, slick coating your inner thighs. He groans softly at the sight, tongue dragging across his lips. You whimper, lifting your hips again in desperation. His mouth quirks, hands gently pushing your hips down again before he leans in to press a soft kiss against your inner thigh. Your body quivers with anticipation, his name falling in breathy whines from between your lips. 

His tongue is hot when he finally swipes it up your slit, your hips twitching at the contact. You choke on a moan when he swirls his tongue around your clit, his broad shoulders pressing you open as he settles between your thighs. He groans at the taste of you, at your breathless moans of his name, begging, pleading—Please, Poe, please. The heat starts to pool in your core, every flick of his tongue sending you higher and higher—

You whine when he pulls back, straining against the scarves again.

“It’s okay, baby,” he rasps, teasing your entrance with a thick finger and drawing a gasp from you. “I’m gonna take care of you.”

You whimper when he sinks the digit into you, hips tilting into his touch. 

“So wet for me,” he groans, slowly pumping his finger in and out of your cunt. “Think you can take more, Sweetheart?”

You nod hastily, your breaths coming out in sharp pants through your nose. “Please.”

He bites his lip at your plea, dark eyes meeting yours as he adds another finger, dragging the tips against your inner walls. You can already feel the heat building up again, the tension coiling in your belly. 

“Poe,” you beg, canting your hips to meet the slow pump of his fingers.

He adds a third finger and you moan, the slight burn of the stretch delicious. His pace remains unhurried despite your pleading whines, despite your body trembling with need.

“Faster,” you plead, breath hitching as his fingers drag across that spot inside you. “Please.”

Your eyes are shut tight, jaw clenched as the pleasure inside you builds. Just as you reach the edge again, he stops, pulling his fingers from your cunt with a soft squelch.

“Poe,” you whine, head falling back against the pillows. 

He hums, pressing another soft kiss against your thigh. “I love it when you say my name like that.”

He continues his trek upward but skips over where you really want him, pressing a kiss to your hip instead. You groan in frustration, trying to hook your legs around him to keep him from going any further. He chuckles, the touch of his lips leaving a burning trail as he drags them lightly across your skin.

Your breath hitches when he nips at the underside of your breast, his hair tickling your skin. He mouths at your chest, sucking a mark into the sensitive skin before flicking your pebbled nipple with his tongue. You moan, head falling back against the pillows again as you writhe in pleasure. When he takes you in his mouth, you shiver, arms pulling against the scarves again. 

His warm hands gently hold you down as you arch into the heat of his mouth, and when he lightly drags his teeth over your nipple, noises you’ve never heard yourself make spill from between your lips. Everything feels so good–the warmth of his mouth, of his breath as he pants into your skin; the heat of his tongue as it swirls around your nipple, teasing its peak every now and then; the feel of his lean body against you, his still-clothed hardness digging into your thigh. It’s almost enough for you to come, you think, head swimming with desire as he continues working you up and up and up—

He releases your breast with a slick pop, leaning over to brush a kiss against your sternum as he makes his way to the other, smile pressed into your skin. There’s a knowing glint in his eyes when he meets your gaze, one that makes you groan in frustration; he’s doing this on purpose, bringing you to the edge only only to pull you right back, denying you the release you so desperately need.

“Just get on with it, Dameron,” you whine, your pants ruffling his hair.

He pauses, smile widening slightly as his gaze moves slowly over you, taking you in in all your debauched glory. 

“You look so gorgeous like this, baby” he rasps, fingers toying with your neglected nipple. 

He pinches it and you gasp, hips jolting involuntarily, in search of friction.

“All spread out,” he continues, leaning in close, his breath puffing against your ear. “Wet and aching, desperate for me.”

Your pants increase as he kisses down your neck and then over your cheek, fingers still toying with your nipple. When he finally claims your lips, it’s in a deep, slow kiss, his tongue slipping inside your mouth. It calms you for some reason, your breaths slowing, limbs relaxing as he languidly licks into your mouth. 

You’re completely lost in his kiss–in the taste of him, the scent of him, the feel of him–so lost you miss the moment his hand slips from your chest back down between your legs. He swallows your surprised gasp when his thumb finds you clit, your body trembling as he slowly works you up yet again. You whine when he slips three fingers back inside your soaked channel, your walls flutter around the digits, dragging a groan from him.

“Come for me, Sweetheart,” he breathes against your lips, his nose bumping against yours as his fingers continue to pump in and out of you. “Wanna see you.”

Your orgasm crests with little warning, as if at his command, your body taut, mouth falling open in a silent scream as the waves of euphoria crash over you again and again. As you come back to yourself, you hear Poe, his voice soft as he tells you how well you did, how gorgeous you are. 

Your body’s still tingling pleasantly when he frees your wrists from the scarves, massaging each one as he does. His cock is still rock hard against your leg, his hips rutting gently, perhaps unconsciously, against you. You’re exhausted, eyes already slipping shut as he wraps you in his arms and moves you so you’re resting against his chest. 

“What about you?” you ask drowsily, as he drags a blanket over you both before settling back onto the pillows.

He chuckles softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he runs a hand up and down your back. “Not sure it’s me you should be worrying about right now.”

You scoff, eyelids drooping as his touch brings you closer to sleep. “I’m fine.”

“Oh, I know you are,” he says matter-of-factly, and you roll your eyes at the smugness in his tone.

“You’re so humble,” you slur, eyes falling shut, your body going limp against him.

You smile softly when you hear him chuckle again, your mind going blissfully blank as you gradually drift off.

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[magikell]

[here2bbtstrash]

love the way you wear that (explicit)

genre: fully 100% smut, not a shred of plot to be found

pairing: trans m!jimin x reader

summary: you can't resist the handsome stranger that approaches you at your favorite gay bar, especially not when he's wearing that skirt.

word count: 4k

contains: jimin is Bi, Trans and in a Skirt (that's what BTS stands for right), jimin has a vagina and so does reader, alcohol, set in a gay bar/club, sex with a stranger, grinding/thigh riding, semi-public sex (club bathroom), jimin is a needy slut, reader is lowkey a dom, dirty talk, teasing/begging, fingering, cunnilingus, a little bit of hold the moan/orgasm denial, a pinch of pussy slapping, also there's a vibrator, and as previously stated, NOT ONE OUNCE OF PLOT

A/N: HAPPY PRIDE MONTH BITCHES!!!!!! please enjoy this insanity, i swear it was meant to be a drabble and then oops. i couldn't have written this without @jjkeverlast and @gimmethatagustd getting me hooked on sub!jimin and @kookiecrumb and i having a TRULY WILD conversation last night that has forever changed me as a human lmaooooo 👀

thanks as always for reading, queer & trans lives fucking MATTER 💜

this is also on AO3!

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God, you love pride month.

Even though you go out year-round, the energy of your favorite local gay bar completely changes on the first night of June. Everyone is even more feral, even more unapologetic, whether that’s dressed up or undressed, bedazzled or leather-clad, gay or bi or trans or yes, please. Everyone is sweaty and drunk and fucking beautiful.

Still shivering from the shot you just downed, you turn away from the table only to realize your partner in crime has vanished, which is admittedly par for the course with them. You do your best to squint through the dim lighting and mass of bodies until your gaze finally finds them, halfway across the club. When you realize they’re busy playing tonsil hockey with a tall blonde femme with a sleeve tattoo, you can’t help but smirk. Good for them.

You’re only a little jealous– you’d be down to touch tongues with someone, too. But the night is young.

Making a mental note to check in again with them before you leave, you slip back into the center of the crowd, your favorite place to be. Bodies press and bump you this way and that, and when the unmistakable tongue-popping of a club remix of Janelle Monáe’s Make Me Feel comes over the speakers, you think the place might explode.

A full smile breaks across your face, and when another surge of movement shifts you deeper into the crowd, you almost collide with someone.

They turn around, and you catch a glimpse of a he/him pin fastened to the collar of his black crop top. You’re glad to know you’re gendering him correctly in your head when you think it, because fuck, he looks good.

His deep red, nearly magenta hair is cut short on the sides but kept long on top, enough that a few sweaty strands dust over his forehead. He reaches up to brush them away, still moving fluidly to the beat, when his eyes meet yours.

You realize you’re probably in trouble when just one glance makes your core throb.

When he bites down on his full bottom lip and gives you an appreciative look up and down, taking his sweet time with it, you have to remind yourself how to breathe.

For a brief moment you wish your wingperson was still with you– they’re so much better at initial flirting, even to the point that they can do so on your behalf– but then his arms slide around your waist and you swear sparks radiate off your skin at his touch.

“Hi,” he says with a smile that would almost seem shy if it wasn’t so damn flirtatious. Your face heats up and you giggle, entirely flustered by the attention, and he takes the opportunity to press his hands to your back and pull you flush against his body.

You know he doesn’t miss your sharp inhale because he laughs softly in your ear.

“H-hi,” you finally manage to stammer. His hips roll into yours as if to reward you for a response, and you think you might melt into a puddle on the dancefloor. Or at the very least create one– you can already feel yourself getting wet for this complete stranger.

Gay bar, gay bar, you have to remind yourself. This has happened before, a gay man who’s a few too many drinks in getting extra handsy, and you having to detach him from your tits because unfortunately you know he isn’t really interested.

You will yourself to simply enjoy this stranger’s attention while you have it, and not read into it any further than that.

“Do you come here often?” You have to nearly press your lips to his ear to ensure he hears you, and you can’t help but wince a little as you use the oldest line in the book. You’re sure he doesn’t; you’ve never seen him before. You’d definitely remember.

He shakes his head, his hips still rolling against yours, aggressively enough now that it takes every brain cell you have to process his words.

“Just visiting.” His voice is light, almost musical. “What’s your name, gorgeous?”

You tell him and he repeats it into your ear in a whine that’s unabashedly sexual, his hands slipping from your waist to your ass. You’re dying to make him say it like that again. You have to fight to keep your tongue in your mouth.

“I’m Jimin,” he purrs, and he shifts slightly as he says it so that your legs interlock, giving each of you a firm thigh to grind against. You welcome the friction and let your head drop onto Jimin’s shoulder as you roll your hips over him.

It’s only once you glance down that you see the black miniskirt he has on, and above that, the warm golden skin and solid muscles of his stomach that his crop top doesn’t even attempt to cover.

Fucking hell. You’re about to soak right through your jeans if he doesn’t stop.

When Jimin gives your ass another squeeze, you know you have to shut it down. Otherwise you’re going to end up coming on this very nice gay guy’s thigh.

“Whoever gets to take you home tonight is a lucky man,” you tilt your head up to murmur against his skin. A chain is looped around his neck with a long, silver pendant dangling from it that catches the light as he moves.

For less than a second, the pace of his hips falters, and you see a small smile toying at the corners of his plush lips. He doesn’t respond, only hums a little sound that’s almost a sigh.

Jimin’s hands relent from your curves and you really could whimper at the loss, but rather than leave, he turns around so his tight little ass presses into your core. You can’t help yourself– your hands slide up along the smooth, firm muscles of his thighs, and you’re just barely flirting with slipping them up past the hem of his skirt.

His legs are so well-defined, you realize; he must be a dancer. Honestly, maybe a sex worker. If he isn’t, he should consider it. He’s too fucking good at this.

He leans forward, throwing it back against you in a way that renders you fully stupid, and as his hands slide up over his own hips, that’s when you notice the tattoos on his arms. Two of them, to be specific, inked in identical placements, one on each tricep. Two pride flags that you instantly recognize: bisexual and transgender.

Holy shit.

Jimin must be able to tell that you’ve gotten the message– your hands and hips freeze as you try to process the information, and he turns back to face you, this time looping his arms around your neck cutely. You could be slow dancing at prom, if prom was in a packed gay bar.

“Does that work for you?” He bats his lashes as he asks the question. You wonder if literally anyone has ever said no.

Instead of trying to string a sentence together, you respond by taking advantage of the chain around his neck and using it to pull his mouth to yours.

His lips are soft and warm, and when you feel him start to kiss back, you’re glad to be the one to raise the stakes this time. You tilt your head and slip your tongue into his mouth, and Jimin responds by fully moaning into yours. His hands move down your shoulders to clutch at your back.

Oh, he’s needy. This is going to be fun.

Responding to his eagerness, you slip your hands entirely under his skirt this time. He’s either in a thong or fully commando, because you only feel smooth skin under your touch. His ass is so firm and perfect that you just have to give it a little smack. He whines loudly at your touch, and you can’t help but groan, too, at the way his ass jiggles under your palm.

Jimin breaks away from you, breathless, his face flushed. The flirtatious facade is totally undone now– you can see how desperate he really is. It looks so good on him.

It’s funny how quickly the tables have turned, you think as you grip him tightly in both hands. “I like your tattoos,” you murmur, your face still so close to his that your lips are nearly touching.

His gaze is locked on your mouth. “I like you.”

You’ve had your fair share of one night stands, but nothing’s ever gone quite this fast. You’re not sure if it’s the alcohol, or the arousal, or perhaps the spirits of your queer elders that possess you to ask the question, but ask it you do. “Should we go somewhere?”

He pauses, just for a second– it’s the first time you’ve seen him look hesitant all night. Your stomach flips a little, and you wonder if you went too fast.

Jimin blinks his big doe eyes up at you, then moves his lips to your ear so you can hear him clearly. “For my own safety, I need to confirm. You do understand that I have a vagina, right?”

You reach for one of his hands with your own, the other still firmly cupping his ass. Shifting back to look him in the eyes, you intertwine your fingers with his.

“Yes,” you confirm, speaking loud enough to be heard over the music because you don’t want to break eye contact with him by leaning in. You want him to see how much you mean this. “And I’m very into it.”

He keeps you fixed in his gaze, giving your hand a squeeze. “Come on, then.”

Your heart hammers in your chest as the two of you press your way through the crowd, and you lead him towards the bathrooms. You see a little more worry cross his stunning face, and you give his hand another affirming squeeze.

“Best part of a gay bar,” you call over the din. “All-gender bathrooms.”

The one you stumble into is empty, but you still push Jimin towards one of the stalls, locking it firmly behind you. As soon as you’re sure the lock’s in place, you pull him to you with your still-joined hands, turning around to press your hips into him and slam him up against the door.

“Fuck,” he gasps as you rough him up. His pupils are blown with lust, his full lips just barely parted. You’re going to go insane if you can’t have him right now.

“Wanna taste you so bad,” you murmur into his neck, and Jimin whines again, his head tipping back against the wall.

“Please,” he hisses. “Do whatever you want with me.” All the possibilities that sentence offers to you make your head spin.

You bite down on his shoulder as you hike up that pretty little skirt, and your own cunt floods at the sight of him. He is wearing underwear, after all– a lace thong that’s pale blue in color, light enough that when he spreads his legs, you can see it’s completely soaked through.

“See what you did to me?” Jimin can barely get the words out; his voice is shaking with need. You pull him back in for a heady kiss, both of you moaning as you lick your tongue over his.

When you hook your fingers under the lace band of his panties and push them down, he cants his hips up toward you in pure desperation, clearly unable to stop the soft noises that fall from his lips. You slide one hand slowly up his thigh, teasing, stopping just short of where he needs you.

You can’t help yourself. The power trip is too good.

“Beg for it.”

Jimin’s back arches up at the order, his head nearly slamming into the wall. “Please, please, please. Make me come on your fingers. Let me be a little slut for you.”

“Yeah?” You’re pretty sure your own arousal is dripping down your thighs at this point, but you’re too focused on him. “Is this what you want?” He practically sobs when you slip a finger into his drenched cunt and rub hard against his front wall.

“Yes, yes, fuck, baby–” Jimin’s knees threaten to give out, his hands fisting in the fabric of your shirt like he’s hanging on for dear life.

Any trace of your initial shyness is long gone as you fully embrace the way you’re making him unravel. You can’t help but smirk. “It’s that good, huh? You want another?”

He bites down hard on his bottom lip, like he’s just remembered you are technically fingering him in public, but still whimpers encouragingly as he rocks his hips up to meet your touch. You have to drop your head on his shoulder as you press a second digit into him. Your own desperation is nearly overwhelming, especially now with the way he’s soaking your hand.

“God, you’re fucking wet. My pretty little slut,” you grunt against his neck, and you can hear him gasping for breath. “Couldn’t even wait for me to take him home. Had to come all over my hand in the bathroom instead. So fucking needy.”

Jimin seems to lose the battle to keep quiet, moaning something that you think is supposed to be words but is thoroughly incoherent. You glance up to see his eyes roll back in his head, and you take that as your cue to bring the pad of your thumb to tap on his clit.

His hips jerk wildly into your hand when you do, and you keep your touch as light as you can in case he’s extra sensitive there. He’s breathing through clenched teeth and whimpering with every exhale, and he doesn’t have to be able to speak for you to know he’s insanely close. The way his cunt squeezes tightly around your fingers tells you everything.

You open your mouth to say how good he looks, all fucked out like this, when you hear the bang of the bathroom door being slammed open.

Shit. Honestly, you’d really lucked out for making it this far without anyone else coming in. Jimin’s eyes widen and you falter for a second as you hear the footsteps of someone going into one of the other stalls.

You pray they aren’t curious enough to look down and see two pairs of feet next to them, clearly not using the bathroom for its intended purpose.

When you glance back up at Jimin, you can still see the desperation painted all over his face, and it looks almost painful now considering how close he must have been. Rather than pulling out, you bring your other hand up to cover his mouth and lean in, bringing your lips as close as you can to his ear.

You just barely breathe the words, praying the ambient club noises are enough to keep them from your neighbor. “Can you be quiet, my little slut?”

Jimin nods so hard you think his head might fall off, and you can’t help but smile. He really is so fucking cute. You’d kiss him if you weren’t afraid of him moaning at the feeling.

You’re more aware of your surroundings than you’ve been since you laid eyes on Jimin, enough for you to realize that you vaguely recognize the Becky G song that’s currently bumping in the club. Even in here, the thud of the music thrums through you, and you set the pace of your fingers inside Jimin to match, your other hand still clamped over his mouth.

Keeping your movements aligned with the music helps cover the sound a little, but Jimin’s pussy is so slick that there’s still an unmistakable wet noise of your fingers working inside him. You pray whoever’s next door is fucked up enough not to notice, or that they think it’s just a leaky faucet somewhere.

Jimin’s eyes flutter closed again, his hips rolling up to match the rhythm perfectly. Definitely has to be a dancer. You can feel his jaw fall slack, his full lips pressing open against your hand, and you reward his obedience by returning your thumb to circle his clit.

Your focus should really be on making him come as quietly as possible, but you can’t help it. He looks too fucking good, ruined panties around his ankles and skirt hiked up to expose his dripping cunt.

You lean in and lick a stripe up his neck before you can tell yourself not to.

He pants hard into your hand, brows pinching together with the effort of staying quiet, and you dip your head to his neck again, sucking hard on the delicate skin there. His whole body shakes as you leave your mark; you swear you can feel him drooling.

After what seems like a fucking eternity– they were probably drunk, to be fair– you finally hear your neighbor stumble out to the sink to wash their hands, and then the sound of the door creaking open and closed again.

You release Jimin from your grasp and he’s laughing as he gasps for air, heading rolling side to side against the wall of the bathroom stall. You press your fingers a little harder into him until the laugh turns into a moan. “Fuuuuck, oh my god. That was crazy.”

The hand that’s no longer covering his mouth slides down, just barely ghosting over his throat but applying no pressure. “You did so good. Ready for your reward?”

He takes his bottom lip between his teeth again as he whines and nods, and it’s all the encouragement you need to drop to your knees.

This time Jimin’s head actually does smack against the stall wall as you throw one of his legs over your shoulder and knock him off balance, but he’s whimpering loud enough that you figure he’s alright. His cunt is gorgeous, swollen and glistening with his arousal, and you smack it lightly a couple of times, if only because he’s too fucking fun to torment.

“Please, don’t tease me,” he groans. “I need to come so bad.”

As much as you enjoy the sound of him begging for you, it’s nothing compared to the high-pitched noises he makes once you finally bring your mouth to him. It’s enough to make your own cunt throb, which just makes you suck that much harder on his clit, your fingers slipping back inside him.

Without you there to steady him, Jimin has to brace his hands on either side of the stall, shaking violently as he tries to stay upright while you absolutely go to town on him. You groan against his cunt at how good he tastes and the vibrations shudder through him.

“Fuck, fuck–” you hear him gasp, and you don’t change a single thing: you just keep humming and sucking and fucking him with your fingers as he comes undone around you. When he finally climaxes, it’s with a moan that’s nearly a scream. You press your tongue flat against him and let him ride it out, feeling his walls flutter around you and his clit twitch as the aftershocks ripple through him.

When he can finally open his eyes, Jimin fixes you in a look of utter disbelief. “Who the fuck do you think you are, making me come that hard in a fucking club bathroom?!”

You laugh, unhooking his leg from around you and wiping at your chin as you stand back up. Before you even have time to process what’s happening, he’s grabbing at your shirt and turning to press you up against the wall, his lips crashing into yours. You kiss him back as best you can, though your jaw is a little tired, and he hums appreciatively when he slips his tongue into your mouth.

Jimin pulls back, still keeping you close and watching you through heavy-lidded eyes. “I taste good.”

You have to laugh. “You would think that, you little slut.”

His hands are already fumbling to unzip your jeans, and you lift your hips up to help him, your eyes fluttering closed. You feel like you’ve been edged the whole night just being around him. You might come the second he touches you.

“Can I get you off?” He murmurs as he pulls your pants and underwear down at the same time, and you whine because you want it so bad.

“God, yes.”

“Can I use this?” You open your eyes to focus on him and realize he’s holding up the thin silver cylindrical pendant of his necklace, which he’s slipped off from around his neck. For a second you wonder if he means to put it inside you, but then he presses a hidden button and you can just barely hear it start to vibrate.

Fuuuuuuck.

“I promise it’s clean,” he laughs, and it’s your turn to beg. You can’t do even one more second of pleasantries, not when your pants are off and that thing is buzzing in his hand.

“Please, please.” You spread your legs as wide as they’ll go, and you feel his hand come to cup your jaw. He doesn’t say anything, only watches you intently as he nestles the vibrator between your folds, the tip of it pressing into your clit.

“Oh holy shit–” you gasp, your back arching violently at the feeling of finally, finally having contact where you need it most after so much anticipation. 

“Mm-hmm,” he hums in agreement, and then he presses the button again and the intensity increases. “Just tell me if it’s too much.”

“N-n-no,” you can barely get a fucking word out, and when you do it’s more like a shattered moan. “It’s perfect.” A fresh wave of arousal floods your pussy; your juices are fully running down your legs now.

When he presses the button a third time, tears start to prick at the corners of your eyes. “Jimin, Jimin,” you wail, and he tilts his head slightly, pursing his lips a little.

“Too much?”

You shake your head so violently the room spins. Your whole body is trembling from the sheer, overwhelming pleasure of the vibrations running through you as he grinds the toy into your clit. “No, no, I’m gonna– oh my god, Jimin, I’m gonna fucking–”

Your orgasm doesn’t wait for you to finish the thought. This time it’s your turn to bang your head on the wall as you come so hard you see stars behind your eyes.

Your hips buck and shudder against the vibrator in Jimin’s hand until you make a strangled whine of overstimulation, and then he relents and turns it off. The sensation of his full lips pressing kisses along your jaw is the perfect gentle welcome back to reality. You slowly open your eyes again, your heart still hammering in your chest.

“I think–” your voice cracks embarrassingly when you try to speak, and you clear your throat as Jimin fails at attempting to bite back a giggle. “I think we’re even now,” you try again. “On the whole coming hard in a bathroom thing. Dear god.”

He presses his forehead to yours. “This was fun.”

“Very fun,” you agree, and you tilt your jaw up to gently kiss him. He’s smiling when he pulls away, and you can’t help but do the same. “Now get your skirt back on, slut.”

You help him pull up his panties and readjust his skirt as he tucks the used vibrator into his pocket. Once he’s put back together, Jimin reaches down to tug your jeans up, giving your butt a firm smack while you fumble to zip your fly.

As you slip out of the stall and the bathroom entirely, you find his hand in yours, your fingers interlacing just as they were when you entered. You head back to the dancefloor where Rihanna’s S&M is absolutely blaring, and it’s somehow the perfect closing soundtrack for this crazy fucking encounter.

You can’t help but echo the thought you had earlier in the night: god, you love pride month.

[tommyssupercoolblog]

Quackity is dead canonically reminder

Happy and giddy and happy to announce the sponsorship "POWER V BOW TO YOUR TEMPLE AND PULLING THE TRIGGER" LMAO

Tommyinnit plugin.... Also love that source is also an inniter. He is the fanbase.

The sarcasm and dread as he is forced to shill for ai.... I'm so sorry. "Ai...ai is good!" "... it's fun!" And soulless smiles. BRO LMAO he really said "oh I have to read this? Okay *cracks knuckles in capital a Actor* but I'm going to make my feelings known"

LDShadowLady pointing out the missing vanilla 😭 also the YAYYYY they do together 🩷

LDShadowLady gets to meet godorp.

NOOOOOO "I WANNA BE IN YOU" AND HER REACTION TOMMY NOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NOOO the stuttering as he tries to fix it lmao

💕💖 Godorp 💖💕 LDShadowLady is going to share Godorp with the internet via charcuterie board

HE'S SELF AWARE OH NO he is trapped....he is trapped in the game he is aware like Monica Doki Doki literature club

TOMMYINNIT SHAKY BREATH IN 2024 SHE REALLY SENT HIM BACK IN TIME WITH THAT FRIGID COMMENT OMG

Her face...her FACE while he talks about Trake.... Lil dolla meets Trake

Lil Dolla can only come out in a friendly environment....safety first in the LGBT community 💖🫶🏻🏳️‍🌈

Tommy rubbing the back of his neck like dat...girl put it away

Love garden moment!!!!!

Spyglass time!!!!!!

SHE DIED OF LACK OF SPYGLASS..... Water landed in the water lmao SHE CAN'T STOP DYING LMAO

HE'S COLORBLIND???? CANON??? I know he told George that but I thought he was lying forreal. Not to be a septicinnit obsessed blorbo online again but ...omg another thing they have in common 🫶🏻 cinematic parallels wtf

Tommy continues to impulsively ask people to record on short notice and then be sad they r busy

"stop lecturing me" "ok" I WISH people said "ok" when I asked them to stop lecturing me

HER PROCESSING LMAOOOOO

pink thing time

AN HOUR??? No I would rage quit OH DIAMONDS NEVERMIND

"It is definitely purple" THEY JUST FUCKIN. HE LOONEY TOONED HER

Ender dragon Collab time 🫶🏻🏳️‍🌈💖💕🩷

Ghostwriterinnit

I would NOT put that bitch in my love garden I would put him in my hate garden

"I am a bachelor aside from Molly" BROTHER 💀 he keeps doin this forreal

Inniters are all dyed hair and pronouns...pronoun moment

"you're just this thing" LD SHADOW LADY SAYS SHE BARELY COUNTS AS A WOMAN???? LDShadowLady demigirl moment can we get some "PRIDE 🫶🏻🏳️‍🌈"s in the chat???

Average Harry IS a bad influence to be honest.

"by the way I did that" oh mood. Bragging time

🎶 Take me down to Redacted City where the LDs are shadowed and it's all quite shitty 🎶 TAKE 🎶 ME 🎶 DOWNNNNNNN

This whole Trake and lil Dolla thing is very plural of them

Joel moment,,???

SPYGLASS DUO "I DON'T REALLY DO DUOS" LMAO BASED

TRAKEEEEE IS BACK

LMAOOO LIL DOLLA'S VOICE IS NOT WHAT I WAS ANTICIPATING AT ALLLLLL MAN FUCK FUCK MATE /POS

OMG THE CINEMATIC CUTS AND LYRICS

Lil dolla got he/him pronouned

Tommy in this video and Tommy in the jacksepticeye Collab both insist on TELEGRAPHING that they're going to "throw it" from one person to the other lmaoooo

SHE'S FUCKING ROASTING HIM

They are SPYGLASS DUOOOOO OFFICIALLY

The creeper better not crash this lil Dolla concert

LIL DOLLA I love that he counts her down to help 🩷💕💕

Creeper ladder holes 💕🩷💖🎶🏳️‍🌈🫶🏻 such meaningful and evocative lyrics 🥺😭

SHE'S NEVER COMING BACK OH NOOOOOOOOO LMAO she's like. "Bye bitch"

Joel audience time 🫶🏻🏳️‍🌈🥺💖🩷💕👉🏻👈🏻

THEY'RE PUNCHING EACH OTHER TO THROW THE LYRICS

Love how source paused between smallish and beans and then Joel mirrored that and paused between Tommy and Innit......real

"JOEL PLEASE DON'T JUDGE ME" LMAOOOOOOO

love the title card

THE HALF WHITE JOKE OPENER OH MY GOD I'M GOING INSANE

His claps are so comical,,, just singular clasps in the silence

NOT HER SHOUTING HIM OUT FOR BEING A HATER LMAOOO💀💀💀💀

TOMMY LAUGHING AND CLAPPING WHILE JOEL IS SILENT IS SO FUCKIN CRAZY

"I love smp live"

I LOVE SKIN AND STEALING SKIN OFF PEOPLE OH MOOOOOO

Girllllllllll noooo girllllllll girl she's a serial killer GIRLLLLLLA

"I stick to my words" wow. Rude lmao /joking

BINGO TIME

NEW LYRICS THIS TIME??!!!!

THE BUILDUP OF TRAKE IS UNIRONICALLY POGGERS

Joel looking at the camera NOOOOOOOO

ICARUSINNIT

LDShadowLady RAN OFF STAGEEEEEEEEE

she's audience now

"no one gets me" end of song....HELP HIM

Tommyinnit Mountain Theatre. Oop

NOT THE PHANTOMS

HIM POINTING A GUN AT HIM BUT DYING TO PHANTOMS LMAOOOOOOOOOOO

"get down lil Dolla"

JOEL IS SO MEAN LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOO

OMG she really does steal skin 💕🩷💖 including faces

HE BANNED HIMMMMM LMAOOOOO

She was sensing his depression lmao

Love the universal consensus never to do this again

// end liveblogging //

That was fun!! Definitely a change of pace but I loved it. Felt ✨fresh✨ you know??? VERY POGGERS!!!! I wonder if Lil Dolla will appear in hermitcraft as well

YIPPEEEEEE LIVEBLOG TIME

[hold-my-hand-kuroo]

Baby, me I'm the baby, needs some angst. If you can, may you write a scenario with bokuto or kuroo getting mad and yelling at the reader because they're trying to help them and the males are getting frustrated with the reader? the reader runs away and the boys can't find them so they start to get worried and cry? Then the reader comes back to confort them? Please and thank you. ~💜

angst angst angst dbdjkffkfbf writing angst for rays of sunshine like bokuto makes me so sad lmaooooo 😭 hope you’re staying healthy!! ❤️

bokuto arguing with his s/o

It all happened way too fast for you to process. It was already late when Bokuto came home, and you’ve had enough of it. Working himself to the bone, you noticed that he was returning from practice later and later. Too preoccupied with training, Bokuto paid no mind to his health, not even when he came back one night with a particularly bad sprain. He even chose to go back to the gym the following morning.

“Can you just get off my case?” he had yelled at you upon his return. “You’re always nagging at me when I get home, and you won’t even try to understand where I’m coming from!”

“I’m just trying to look out for you, Kou!” you scream back, feeling annoyed and upset at his uncharacteristic burst of anger. “How can you even make it to practice anymore if you can’t walk properly?”

“It doesn’t matter, and I wish you’d stop bothering me,” he nearly spits out, this time quieter. His face is contorted in anger, and rather than looking at you, he glares at the floor. He knows he shouldn’t have raised his voice, and he knows that you didn’t deserve it, but his irritation had been piling up until it finally overspilled. Walking past your stunned figure, he enters his room and slams the door.

“Fine. Be like that,” you mutter under your breath, scowling, “since I’m such a bother.”

Never in a million years did he expect you to just up and leave the apartment you two shared, but when he walks into an empty living room after fixing his bandages, he doesn’t blame you. Huffing, he sits on a stray chair and tries to call you. It rings and rings until your answer machine picks up instead, and that’s when Bokuto realizes how late it actually is and how dangerous the streets are. He tries to dial you a few more times, but each time the robotic “The number you have dialed-“ repeats itself, he becomes more and more anxious.

Not stopping to think about getting his jacket, Bokuto sprints outside into the cold night air, panicking. Knocking on doors of familiar neighbors to see if they had any clue where you were, he continues dialing and dialing. When his search through the complex becomes fruitless, he runs to the park, to your favorite restaurants, and even to your friends’ homes.

“I’m sure she’s okay-“ one of your friends tries to reassure, but upon realizing that you weren’t there, Bokuto runs to the next destination.

“Please, Y/N,” he begs through the phone. “Please come back. I’m so sorry that I didn’t listen to you, I’m so so sorry, so please come back.”

“The number you have dialed is currently not available. Please leave a message at the tone.”

“Y/N! I was wrong for yelling at you…I didn’t mean to yell at you, and I know you hate me, and I really deserve it, but please let me know that you’re okay. Please just come back home!”

Frustrated and devoid of hope, Bokuto drags himself home as people in the neighborhood ask him to stop yelling on the streets and if he knows what the time actually is to have the audacity to wake everyone up. He doesn’t even realize how disheveled he looks and the limp that’s only gotten worse when he enters the door, but much to his surprise, you’re sitting inside with two cups of warm milk waiting for him.

“Are you crying?” you ask softly, slightly teasing. Walking up to the taller figure, you lift a stray hand toward his cheek, wiping away his tears. Almost immediately, his shaky fingers wrap around your wrist.

“I-I’m…” Bokuto stammers in between gasps, “I was so worried! I looked everywhere for you!”

“I know.” Your chuckle is music to your ears. Brimming with relief, Bokuto wraps his arms tightly around your waist, burying his face into your neck to take in your scent. Everything about you smelled like home, he realizes. An empty apartment was nothing without you; he needed you to be okay so that he could be okay. “My friends called saying that you were throwing a ruckus in the neighborhood, so I decided to come back after a little walk.”

“Y/N…” he whimpers, sniffling.

“Hm?”

“I know you hate me right now, but…” He takes in a deep breath. “If you wanna like…break up…I wouldn’t be okay with it, but I…I know I deserve it, so-“

“I don’t want to break up with you, Kou,” you laugh, stroking his back. His tensed muscles release at the feel, and he almost feels like crying again. “I love you a lot, you know? Sure we had a fight, but all couples fight. What’s important is that we have to talk it out together.”

“Okay,” he replies, almost whining. It’s endearing how adorable he is, and you can’t help but laugh again. He nuzzles deeper into your neck. “Can we cuddle while we’re talking though?”

[forineffablereasons]

remember that time isnt real! we live on a giant ball that moves around another giant ball and its crazy that we say "okay i have to have this this and this done by the time this giant ball spins around and faces that firey ball again". we can't race a planet. just do stuff when you want and it'll be finished when it's finished. lots of love for you. tell your anxiety to get some perspective. breathe.

this is very good and i love “we can’t race a planet.” i think this is the primary way that the whole social media thing affects me - that fear of missing out! - but you’re absolutely right that it’s important to get some perspective and examine what’s making us feeling these kinds of ways.

i do feel a lot better than i did this morning though! i spent a while at work today sending emails to make other people worry about what they were doing which helps lmaooooo. god i love my job sometimes 

[thegreyj]

Ahahahahah when a fic starts with Rowan Junior you know it's gonna be hot and/or hilarious

"And it had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that he wanted to give her every reason possible to stay right there with him" AHH YES PLEASE

LMAOOOOO FENRYS "you have a great shaft" I did not know I needed Fen complimenting Rowan Junior but apparently I did because I'm wheezing lmao

THE MISS DORANELLE OF DICKS LMAOOOOOO MARIA I'M DYING HELP ME I CAN'T BREATHE

THE OSCARS OF DICKS IT GOT BETTER PLS SEND HELP

MARIA I'M OFFICIALLY DEAD 🤣🤣🤣🤣💀 "us dudes need to hype each other's dicks up, man" like you mean.. to get them up? 🤣🤣🤣

I HAVE GREAT PLANS FOR YOUR DICK I HONESTLY CAN NOT BREATHE I THINK I NEED TO TAKE A BREAK LMAO THIS IS FAR TOO HILARIOUS

I CAN'T PLS SEND HELP I'M DYING I'm laughing so hard i look like a seal on dry land

WHY DO YOU HAVE PLANS FOR ROWAN'S DICK HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHQHHQHA

It got serious suddenly, poor Aelin

OKAY LMAO ROWAN IS HIGH IT GOT FUNNY AGAIN

But also poor Rowan

Lmao the name rant i can't

"How are you feeling?" "Green" 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

hahahahha Rowan confessing to the dick awards while high

THAT'S YOUR FAVORITE EEL OKAY THIS IS SO CUTE but honestly they are very pretty so I understand why it would be his favorite

Okay his admission is just way too adorable and funny because he's high 🥰🥰 but lmao NOT THAT SHE NEEDS EYES

"I would sell my soul to pounce on that dick" 😆😆😆😆 AND IT'S ROWAN'S PLS SEND HELP I'M DYING AGAIN

I need to see Aelin find out it's his now 🤭😏

Oh shit it got hot 🥵

*fanning myself*

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA MARIA DID AELIN JUST WALK IN ON HIM

Ahhhhhhhhhh she came back in

Oh my gods they kissed THEY KISSED

Holy hellas I WANT YOU TO DO TO ME WHAT YOU WERE THINKING ABOUT EARLIER

I'm fairly certain she will love your kinky shit, Rowan 😏😏😏😏😏

DEAR MALA WOULD BE MY REACTION TOO

IT'S SO HOT I NEED AN ICE BATH

MARIA YOU NEED AN AWARD FOR THIS

Dick Awards

Rowan Week day 7: Aelin admiring Rowan

Forgive me, readers, for I have sinned

Warnings: language, NSFW (very), accidental use of hallucinogens, 64 mentions of the male genitalia and a lot of male sexual objectification

Word count: 6,8k

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Thousands of likes. Rowan had joined this out of pity, and this fucking tweet had thousands of likes already.

RULES

- No minors allowed

- DM this account your dick pic

- To avoid scams, the picture must contain #DickAwards on handwriting. Can be in any way from body paint to holding a post-it note, but digital writing won’t be allowed.

“Did you submit your dick?” Aelin said from behind his ear.

Startled, Rowan jumped on his seat and choked on his breakfast. Trying to recompose himself, he asked, “What the fuck, Ace?”

She smirked. “I’m sorry, is Rowan Junior too sensitive for this topic?”

“We’re not talking about this.”

“About the Dick Awards, Rowan Junior, or Rowan Junior in Dick Awards?”

Rowan opened his mouth and closed again, shocked by her bluntness. “Neither!”

Damn Fenrys and his stupid Twitter contest. Rowan sent a picture of his cock just to protect his friend’s feelings in case the event flopped, but it quickly became the talk of the campus. Thankfully, Aelin had no idea Fenrys was the one behind Dick Awards, neither would she know who owned each dick. One small blessing, at least.

She sat on the table and started eating the breakfast he made her, but her face was still filled with mirth. “I think you’re in the contest.”

Rowan’s pulsed immediately picked up. “How would you know that?”

Aelin leaned back and crossed her arms, a triumphant smile on her face. “You’d tell me if you weren’t, but it’s easier for you to avoid the subject than to lie to me.”

His cheeks were probably red by now, but he didn’t balk. Rowan might not know how to lie to his roommate, but he was damn good at being stubborn. “We’re not talking about this, and I have ways to make sure of it.”

Still chewing, she raised an eyebrow in question.

It was his time to lean back in triumph now. “I did buy a lot of leafy vegetables that could go into your lunchbox—“

“You wouldn’t dare!” Aelin slapped both of her hands on the table, gaping, and Rowan did his best not to smile.

Turns his effort was fruitless. He smiled, hoping he didn’t look too silly, because Rowan could never hide how he felt about Aelin, his only luck lying on the fact that she never picked up on that. Her being a picky eater was just one of the many things he’d judge if it was any other person. But since it was Aelin, he even found that habit endearing.

Aelin looked at the watch they kept in the kitchen and sighed.

“Can you make those sandwiches with the cheese spread we ate last night?”

Rowan nodded, and she got up to hug him from behind while he was still sitting. “Thanks.”

It was almost time for her to go collect some herbs Dr. Valg requested for their research. It was common sense that Maeve was a shit professor, but her work at the Doranelle’s Center for Psychedelic Medicine was groundbreaking enough for everyone to put up with her.

Rowan sunk in his seat just by the thought of having to see Maeve on the weekend. He wouldn’t usually mind the extra work, but their professor didn’t help, neither did his almost empty bank account. They were broke like every student, but he and Aelin had a better situation than most from their program because his Uncle Ellys let them live in his old apartment practically for free.

His friends always teased him for not charging Aelin to live there, but Rowan didn’t mind it. And it had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that he wanted to give her every reason possible to stay right there with him.

~~

The students had a break room with a small fridge for themselves near the lab, and it was packed with Rowan’s own lunchboxes. The extra snacks were for when he and Aelin needed to stay longer than usual, which was pretty common, but he was well aware that Fenrys often stole their food. Not that his friend tried to keep it a secret, but Rowan refused to assume he was also cooking for Fenrys, of all people.

The sandwich Aelin requested wasn’t in the fridge because she wouldn’t like if it was cold. It was the first one Fenrys went for when he arrived.

Rowan slapped his hand. “That’s Aelin’s.”

Fenrys sat on the couch near him and sighed. “I want you to be in love with me so bad.” Rowan frowned, not that it’d stop Fenrys. “I mean, I’d get free rent, a free cook—“

“That’s enough—“

“You even have a great dick, not that she’s using that for anything—“

“That’s. Enough,” Rowan said through gritted teeth this time, his voice a lot more stern.

Fenrys’s eyes went wide. “Dude! You have a great shaft. Why are you embarrassed?”

“I’m not!” He pinched the bridge of his nose, thinking of the quickest way to change the subject in a way that wouldn’t encourage Fenrys to annoy him further.

His friend snickered and continued, “It’s about Aelin, then. Now you should be embarrassed. She’s been into you forever, man.”

Rowan sat on the couch too and sighed, knowing his friend would never let him be. About anything. “How could you even know that?”

“Because I know chicks. I know how they work.”

“No, you know how their vaginas work.”

“That too!” He winked. “I have many talents, Buzzard.”

Rowan narrowed his eyes. “Don’t call me that.”

Fenrys smirked, a smart remark on the tip of his tongue, when Rowan beat him to it.

“How’s Dick Awards?”

Just like that, Fenrys’ thoughts switched paths.

“It’s great, man! I was doing just one thing, like the Miss Doranelle of dicks, but now there’s so many people I need to divide them into categories.”

Rowan snorted. “Like the Oscars of dicks?”

“Exactly!” And then he snatched his phone to show the preparations for the contest. Rowan had to give it to him, that level of organization was very unusual for Fenrys, his friend was fully dedicated to Dick Awards.

“Us dudes need to hype each other’s dicks up, man. Like that sisterhood thing, but for bros.”

Rowan snorted. Fenrys probably gathered that from one of the times Aelin lectured him about feminism. At least he was listening.

“I don’t need my dick being hyped up by another guy.”

“You shouldn’t open Twitter tomorrow, then,” Fen said with a troublesome smirk.

He paled. He wasn’t expecting all that repercussion from the event. To have the whole campus commenting on his cock, even if they didn’t know it was his. Definitely not on his bucket list. But Rowan had already sent his pic and consented to this, so he wouldn’t balk. He knew Fenrys would understand if he backed away, but it wasn’t like Rowan to back out after everything was said and done.

He was lost in his thoughts while Fen showed him his preparations. Large Dicks, Dicks on Steroids, In the Shower, Dicks With a Costume. Fenrys showed him every category imaginable, which made him wonder which one Rowan was in. His picture was pretty standard if compared to some dudes who did costumes, body art or special lightning.

“Which category is that?” Rowan asked when he saw a few cocks that looked... interesting.

“Cute dicks.”

Rowan’s eyebrows went wide “Is that your idea of hyping guys up?”

“Don’t worry, man. I have great plans for your dick.”

“Why do you have plans for Rowan’s dick?”

The two of them jumped on their seats, startled by Aelin’s sudden appearance.

Rowan’s heartbeat was racing. Where the fuck did she come from?

None of them knew what to say, and Aelin soon gathered that this conversation wasn’t meant for her to hear. Weary, she came closer, her eyes trained on them, until she snatched her sandwich and left the room.

This whole situation was far too awkward for any of them to utter a word.

Fenrys snorted a beat after Aelin closed the door. “I’d pay good money to be in her head right now.”

Cursing, Rowan got up and went after her. He had no idea how to explain whatever she was thinking, or even if he had an explanation for that. But he was almost sure she got upset, so Rowan needed to do something about it. That was how he worked.

Aelin was sitting on the large table on the lab, unwrapping her sandwich. He approached her, still not knowing what to say, and cleared his throat.

“Fireheart, I’m—“

“You don’t need to explain, really,” she answered with a smile, but something about it was off.

Rowan carefully weighted his options. Biting the inside of his cheek, he was damn sure he didn’t want her to learn about his participation in Dick Awards. But on the other hand, he hated to see her upset, and he now had a feeling he knew why she was like this. They never kept secrets from each other. Except for that one thing, that is.

He sighed, his mind made up and knowing he was doomed either way. “You can ask.”

Aelin bit his lip and looked down for a little before asking, “Are you and Fenrys...?”

“What?” He asked wide-eyed and slowly shook his head, confused. “You know I’m not into guys.”

“You wouldn’t be the first to... discover yourself after Fenrys.”

Aelin gently bit her sandwich, and Rowan could cry at how adorable she looked with those furrowed eyebrows and flushed cheeks.

“We’re not together. It’s not a...” He took a deep breath, hoping his cheeks weren’t too red too. “It’s a brohood thing” Rowan almost choked the last words out, recalling Fenrys’ sisterhood justification for Dick Awards.

Aelin choked on her own laughter and began to cough as an attempt to hide it. “He has great plans for your dick because you’re best bros?”

He slowly nodded, completely defeated. “That’s right.”

“Okay...” She took a deep breath to recompose herself. “I’m not sure I want to ask further.”

His cheeks flushed with the realization of what he just implied. What did she think Fenrys was going to do with Rowan’s cock? He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again. He wouldn’t be keeping his dignity either way, so it was best to give up now that Aelin seemed pleased his answer.

Rowan could question why she was suddenly so interested in his sexual activities, but hoping once more would be too much for today. He sighed, tired of his own feelings, and quickly went back to the break room to grab something to eat.

Rowan always kept many lunchboxes ready for when they needed to stay late in the lab, so he just picked the first one he saw on the fridge and went back to eat it while he read some articles that’d help with his research.

The taste was a bit off and he wondered if it had gone bad, but Rowan was too upset to care about that.

He was reading and making a few notes when he noted one of the authors had a funny writing. Something about his choice of words had him quietly giggling.

“Ro, are you okay?” Aelin asked with furrowed eyebrows.

He smiled to soothe her worries. “Easy-breezy.”

She snorted and went back to work, and so did he.

Until he noticed a few of the pages were green. He didn’t see it when he first got the magazines, but he kinda liked this change. Green was a nice page color. Rowan looked at Aelin, and his Fireheart looked smokin’ hot with her hair all... hairy and her funny nose scrunched up in concentration. God, he loved the shit out of her.

Trying to get her attention, he threw a pencil at her. His aim wasn’t the best, but it was enough for her to notice him.

“What the fuck, Ro?”

“Did you like the green pages?”

She tilted her head. “What green pages?”

He smiled and turned the magazine so she could see. “The new green pages!”

Aelin’s eyes were so wide they looked funny. “They’re white.”

Rowan giggled. It was so her to prank him like this.

She slowly got up and walked towards him. Aelin looked around his desk and carefully studied his face. She was mostly tugging at his eyelids and moving his face around, but Rowan didn’t mind it. Her fingertips on his face were worth the not so gentle inspection.

“Did...” She looked around and whispered, “Did Fenrys give you a pot cookie?”

Rowan shook his head. “Don’t need, thanks. Just had a salad.”

She had both hands on her hips when Fenrys came in.

“Hey, Ace. I can’t find the herbs we collected today.”

Aelin sighed. “I put them in the...” and she frowned. And looked at Rowan’s empty lunchbox. Then looked at Fenrys again. Now she was gaping, and her eyes were wide as saucers. “Fucking Mala.”

Fenrys tilted his head.

“I think...” she swallowed. “I think Rowan ate them.”

His friend gaped, and then started cackling so much it made Rowan giggle too. He liked Fenrys. Fenrys was fun. Not as fun as Aelin, but the boyo was cool.

“Are you telling me Rowan ate all of the hallucinogenic herbs for the research?”

She slowly nodded, but her shoulders were shaking, and then she started laughing too. They had a good moment of just laughing together, but then they heard high heels against the floor that made his friends freeze.

“What’s going on?” Dr. Valg barged into the room and asked between gritted teeth.

Fenrys began to give her a report about his tasks, and Aelin supplied with intakes here and there. Rowan just stayed sat, minding his own business. One would think he was reading his articles, but he was actually admiring the table. Now it was green too. It looked pretty, he thought.

“Okay, bring me the herbs.”

Fenrys swallowed. “They’re not available.”

Maeve pinched the bridge of her nose. “You just gave me a detailed report about bringing them.”

“Um.” Aelin cleared her throat and pointed at Rowan. “He ate them. Accidentally.”

“Are you telling me that Whitethorn.” Maeve took a deep breath and fisted her hands. “Whitethorn got high on my herbs, and you let him stay close to the very expensive equipment?”

He was watching it with an amused smile, but his friends were looking down and exchanging worried glances. He wondered why. Seeing Maeve upset was so fun. Without saying a thing, just the sight of her face gave him a good giggle.

Maeve’s face snapped back at him and she strode his way.

“Whitethorn! What the hell were you thinking?”

He tilted his head, confused.

She snapped her fingers. “Aren’t you Whitethorn?”

“Me?”

She pinched the bridge of her nose. “What’s your name again? I can never remember it.”

He frowned. That was a good question. He didn’t remember his name.

“I don’t know my name.”

Both Aelin and Fenrys hovered closer, their eyebrows pinched.

“What do you mean you don’t know your name?” Maeve asked through clenched teeth.

Aelin quaked, “Rowan, tell her your name!”

“But I don’t know my name!”

“Your name!” Maeve screamed.

He seethed, his eyes bulging. “I. Don’t. Know!”

Fenrys began to gesticulate a lot, a telltale sign of his worried state. “YOUR NAME’S ROWAN!”

“WHO’S ROWAN?”

“YOU’RE ROWAN!”

“IS THAT A RIDDLE?”

“OKAY, ENOUGH!” Aelin interrupted his and Fenrys’ shouting match by shouting stronger.

Confused by the commotion, Rowan screamed, “WHY IS EVERYONE SCREAMING?”

“Because you can’t remember your fucking name!” Maeve said in an impatient tone, the veins on her forehead bulging.

“Oh.” He blinked. “It’s Rowan.”

They let out a collective sigh, and Aelin was the one who broke the silence.

“How are you feeling?”

“Green.”

Maeve rolled her eyes, but it was true. Everything was green.

“Can anyone here who knows where Whitethorn lives take him home?”

“I can take him, we live together,” Aelin said while approaching Rowan’s desk to collect his things.

“Oh.” Maeve raised her eyebrows. “That’s not surprising.”

She winced. “Not like that! I mean—“

Maeve waved a dismissive hand. “I don’t care, just take him.”

˜˜

There was a reason why Rowan was usually the one to drive.

Aelin liked to drive fast. Always cutting her way between the other cars and announcing too late that she was going to make a turn. But now that he thought about it, it was kinda cool. Rowan felt like he was in an action movie of sorts. It didn’t help with the dizziness he was feeling, but that part wasn’t Aelin’s fault.

There was something he needed to talk about with her, but Rowan couldn’t quite grasp what it was. He was trying to remember everything that happened today, until it clicked.

“I’m not letting Fenrys go anywhere near my dick, you know.” He leaned back on the seat and closed his eyes. “I wish I could tell you, but we decided to keep it a secret.”

“Oh.” She swallowed. “That’s fine, you really don’t have to explain yourself to me,” Aelin said in a defeated tone.

“We’re not having an affair!” He knew he’d decided not to tell her, but fuck that. Aelin was his best friend. She could know anything she wanted to. “Fenrys is the mind behind Dick Awards. I’m in the contest. That’s what we were talking about.”

Aelin’s eyes went wide, her arms rigid as she gripped the steering wheel. “You’re joking.”

Rowan giggled. “I wish I was.”

Her mouth opened and she seemed to freeze, until a harsh burst of air left her mouth, and Aelin laughed so much she was fighting to properly drive while her body tried to double over. Intoxicated by her howls, Rowan was laughing along.

The car stopped moving, and Aelin took a deep breath to recompose herself. She unfastened Rowan’s seatbelt, probably because he was a little confused by it earlier, and asked, “Are you ready to be forced into a nap, Buzzard?”

He grunted and let himself be led inside the building.

Rowan mentioned to cook something for them, but Aelin shoved a cereal bar into his hands before he could do anything. He didn’t understand why she wouldn’t let him cook. He was perfectly fine, apart from a few remaining green spots in his vision. But if that was what she wanted, he could oblige for one afternoon.

She took him to his bedroom and gave him a change of clothes from his drawers, turning around and closing the curtains while he changed.

Rowan was already laid down when she sat by his side to say something, but he beat her to it.

“Did I ever tell you your eyes are prettier than the Blue Ribbon Eel?”

She smiled. “That’s your favorite eel.”

“But I still prefer your eyes.” And then this admission made his eyes widen. He didn’t want Aelin to think his feelings depended on her eyes. “I mean, not that you really need them. I’d still like you if you had no eyes.”

Chuckling, Aelin said, “Thanks! it’s good to know I’ll have someone to walk me around if I lose them.”

“I’ll happily walk you around anywhere. It’s my job.”

Aelin’s laughter abruptly ceased. “What do you mean?”

He had a blissful smile. “I knew we were soulmates even in grad school.” Looking deep inside her eyes, Rowan continued, “When you told me your favorite species of eel is the one I have tattooed.”

That earned him a smile, but something about it was off. “You’re high.”

He frowned. “But I still love the Blue Ribbon Eel—and you.”

Rowan noticed her eyes started watering, but she blinked it back. He frowned. That was not the response he was waiting for.

“Did I make you upset?”

Aelin kissed his cheek and tucked him in his covers. “I’m gonna let you sleep now.”

~~

Before Rowan opened his eyes, he already knew his head was pounding. Besides, the loud voices outside weren’t helping.

He risked taking a look at his phone, grimacing because of the light, but he saw it was already Sunday morning. Which meant he had slept for Mala knows how long.

His phone was filled with notifications, but the only thing he opened was the texts from Aelin.

>> hey buzzard

>> lys is coming over so we can vote on some dicks together

>> there’s water, meds and some crackers on your desk xx

Rowan slowly, very slowly came to a sitting position and saw everything was near his laptop, on top of some books. He ate and immediately went back to bed, staying until the painkillers kicked in.

Rowan managed to take a bath without being noticed and stayed in his bedroom, rereading the same paragraph over and over again. The loud voices were still bothering him, but he didn’t have a headache anymore. Rowan just couldn’t get past the fact that his best friend was ten steps away, commenting on other men’s dicks with her friend.

Putting the book down, Rowan could hear the muffled sounds of a heated argument, so his curiosity got the best of him, and he went to see what was going on.

“Are you kidding me? Look at 350’s proportions! Length, girth, ball size, everything!” He could feel Aelin’s agitation just by the sound of her voice.

“I’m not a fan of the veins, though,” Lys argued back.

“How dare you.”

“I prefer dick 72.”

“Ew!” Aelin yelled, too wrapped up in the argument to notice his arrival.

Lysandra leaned back on the couch and smirked. “Come on, Ace. Don’t tell me you wouldn’t pounce on that.”

“That’s the fucking point!” Aelin opened her arms and got up from the couch. “This is Dick of the Year, being pounceable is already required. So, would I pounce on dick 72? Sure. But this?” She pointed at the TV. “I would sell my soul to pounce on that dick.”

And when Rowan looked at the direction Aelin was pointing, he saw his own dick displayed on the TV.

Every muscle he had felt tight, his chest included, and that was exactly when Aelin noticed his presence. She gaped at the same time Lys started cackling, completely different reactions to his discover of Aelin’s enthusiasm.

Aelin’s cheeks turned crimson, but she didn’t balk. She showed him both pictures on the TV and said, “We need your input.”

Rowan’s mouth opened and closed again, before he walked away, shouting on his way, “I’m not commenting on other guys’ dicks!”

He closed the door a little more harshly than intended and got the hell out of his apartment.

I would sell my soul to pounce on that dick.

Rowan walked around the block, completely lost in his own thoughts. All of them running around the same sentence.

I would sell my soul to pounce on that dick.

He knew she didn’t mean it. He knew this contest didn’t mean anything, that this was an overstate. Still, hearing this from the girl he had been lusting after for years. Rowan had no idea how to feel.

I would sell my soul to pounce on that dick.

He went window shopping around the neighborhood, bought some tea, sat on the park. Still, her words couldn’t leave his head.

Worse, they could’t leave the incessant rise of Rowan’s length against his pants. Each time he forced to think of something else, this situation only got worse.

I would sell my soul to pounce on that dick.

Taking a deep breath, he decided to go home. Rowan didn’t even know the time because he forgot his phone, but this situation was unbearable. Completely, utterly unbearable.

The first thing Rowan noticed when he arrived home was that the girls weren’t in the living room anymore. Neither could he hear anything. A quick look at his phone told him they went to a bakery nearby, and Rowan’s posture immediately slumped.

He knew what he was about to do, and he didn’t like it. Actually, he liked it very much, which only made his guilt worse.

Rowan always felt bad after touching himself with Aelin in his mind, but whenever he did it, she found a way to sneak into his every fantasy. And the worst of all, every time she did, things were never soft.

He ran a shaky hand through his head. Aelin deserved so much better than living with a guy who fantasized unspeakable things about her while she was reading a book in the next room. Rowan couldn’t even remember the last time he actually felt lighter after an orgasm, but his underwear was unbearably tight, and he still couldn’t get over what she said earlier today.

I would sell my soul to pounce on that dick, her words from before ringing inside his head like an annoying ad jingle.

Rowan unfastened his clothes and sat on the edge of the bed, his head tipped back. If only he could tell her—

He couldn’t.

Feeling the precum glistening already, Rowan slowly stroked himself, from the tip to the hilt, squeezing his fingers around his base. He took a shaky breath, closed his eyes and let himself imagine.

Aelin was in the kitchen, wearing nothing but his shirt, because that was something she did. Rowan approached her from behind, kissing her neck, because that was something he did. He let a possessive hand slowly wander around her legs, because it was only fair after teasing him so much with them. When it got dangerously close to the spot she loved, Aelin turned around and sent him a sultry smile.

Rowan began to twist his hand while he pumped himself, but he was still going slow. He wanted to drag this one out.

After carrying Aelin to his bed, he dropped her there and didn’t spare a second before laying on top of her and kissing her whole. Rowan trailed luscious, passionate kisses, starting on her lips until he closed his mouth around her nipple. Eager, Aelin wrapped her legs around him and rubbed herself against him.

“Cocktease.”

She did it again and moaned. “You love it.”

And damn him, he did. Impatient, Rowan started to give wet kisses on the valley between her breasts. Aelin immediately picked up his intentions and tugged on the roots of his hair.

“Are you getting me ready for you, love?”

He went back to her lips for a moment, but Aelin soon guided him back to her breasts. He was lucky his girlfriend was just as insatiable.

Impatient, Aelin got up and kneeled beside the bed, looking up at him from below her lashes and thrusting out her breasts as an invitation.

With increasingly quicker pumps now, Rowan squeezed his eyes shut. He thrusted into his own hand and finally stroked himself on the speed he wanted.

Rowan sat on the edge of the bed, in front of her. Aelin immediately grabbed his cock and licked it, brushing her lips against it every now and then. He thrusted into her hand, and she started to rub his cock against her breasts, finding a different way to tease him.

She didn’t stop when Rowan grabbed a fistful of her hair, moaning as he tugged it a little too harshly.

“Baby...” he warned.

Smirking, she placed his length on her cleavage. Closing her breasts around his cock, Aelin made some up and down movements, but mostly just let him fuck them.

He closed his eyes and groaned. Sliding his cock between Aelin’s soft breasts never failed to make him dissolve into pleasure. His body was on fire, muscles so tight they could snap. Their rhythm picked up, and Aelin tilted her head down so she could suck the tip of his cock as well.

She couldn’t speak, but Aelin’s moans sounded delicious when he could feel them around his cock. Almost delirious, Rowan held her head and called out her pet name like a prayer.

Fireheart

Fireheart

Fireheart

“Rowan, did you call—“

Rowan froze mid-pump, not believing what his eyes were seeing.

Not believing Aelin had just caught him with a hand on his own dick. Moaning her name, as it seemed.

His heartbeat was so strong Rowan could feel it in his throat. Two sets of bulged eyes stared at each other, not knowing what to say.

When his mind mildly processed the situation he was in, Rowan quickly threw a blanket over his lap.

“Aelin, I’m—“

“Oh, God!” She covered her eyes a bit too late. “I’m so, so sorry—“

“You don’t—“

Before he could apologize, Aelin banged the door closed and left.

Rowan felt flat on his bed, grimacing and running a hand through his face. He wanted to die. He wanted to erase this weekend from his life. He wanted to shift into a Hawk and fly the hell away from here. God, he had no idea how he’d face Aelin—

His door opened again and Aelin eyed his covered self, cheeks flushed.

“What were you thinking?”

Rowan sat and his pulse skyrocketed once again. Too paralyzed by the situation to utter a single word, the only thing he could bring himself to do was to avoid her gaze.

Aelin softly closed the door behind her. “I mean, what were you thinking about?” She asked while slowly walking his way until they were dangerously close.

“You.” He wanted to thread carefully there, but his hoarse voice might’ve betrayed him.

She hummed. “Did I get to kiss you?” Aelin asked with a tilted head, her voice in a tone Rowan hadn’t heard yet, but was starting to like very much.

“So much.” Rowan’s gaze finally met hers, his breathing fast for many different reasons.

Her hand was on its way to his shoulder when she retreated and bit her lip. “Can I?”

Rowan sneaked a shaky hand behind her neck to pull her closer, but their lips ended up meeting halfway.

Aelin’s lips were the best thing he’d ever tasted.

It started hesitant, both of them not sure of themselves right away. But when Aelin softly sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck, Rowan tugged on her waist and she opened her mouth further, letting him in. Their tongues went on a long and slow pace at first, but it didn’t take long for their kiss to become crushing.

When Rowan felt her completely melt into his touch, he pulled her towards the bed. Mostly because their position wasn’t the most comfortable, but he was also ready for more if that’s what she wanted. But even if they just kissed until bedtime, it’d still be one of the best nights of his life.

Like an answer to his thoughts, Aelin took off her clothes, staying in just her lingerie.

Her red, lacy lingerie.

Rowan almost jumped on top of her, kissing her neck and collarbones while grabbing her curves in a bruising manner. He had completely lost control over himself, but Aelin didn’t seem to mind, moaning when he pinched her nipple through the flimsy fabric.

“Ro?”

He hummed, paying only half attention because he’d just found out he liked playing with her body a little too much.

“I want you to do to me what you were thinking about earlier.”

Resting their foreheads together, he gave himself a second to think. They were just breathing each other’s air, but it was still distracting enough for him. Rowan sighed. He had one chance to make her see… him. He’d not ruin it with his kinky shit.

“I’d rather do something you like, if that’s okay.”

Aelin’s smirk built slowly, until she was grinning like Hellas himself. “It was dirty, wasn’t it?”

Once again, his inability to lie to Aelin was biting him in the ass. If it was possible for him to get any more flushed, he definitely did. Staying silent was the most he could do to protect his dignity, but that was answer enough for Aelin.

However, instead of mocking him like she usually did, she tugged his face back to hers and gave him a languorous, wet kiss.

“You won’t tell me, but I can still guess.” She had a sultry grin on. “We weren’t in missionary, were we?” Aelin said right before flipping them around, straddling him.

The element of surprise was enough for her to throw his larger body into the bed. Her hair was cascading down her sides as she looked at Rowan with a predatory gaze. Said gaze went down, until—

“Dear Mala.” Her eyes widened. “You’re the Dick of the Year.”

Her mouth opened and closed, her cheeks becoming a richer shade of red. Aelin Galathynius looking flustered. Now, that was a rare sight.

“And you heard me.” Her eyes snapped back to his face. “You heard everything.”

“Hey.” Rowan sat too, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. “At least you didn’t need to sell your soul for it.”

She did something between gaping and laughing at him and playfully swatted his chest. “You’re not as funny as you think you are.”

Rowan chuckled and cupped her cheek with one hand, gently caressing it with his thumb. “You caught me jerking off, I caught you praising my cock. It’s pretty balanced for me.”

Laughing brightly, Aelin’s shoulders were shaking, and she rested her forehead on his. He kissed the crown of her head and then she turned her mouth to him, the kiss soft this time. Until it wasn’t anymore.

“Where were we?” Rowan asked when she began giving attention to his neck.

“You were telling me all your fetishes about me.”

He groaned, regretting his last sentence as Aelin breathlessly chuckled. She placed both hands on his shoulders to go to a sitting position while keeping him down. Her golden hair cascaded on her sides as the hands on his shoulders slid down his body.

Unclasping her bra, Aelin purred, “Was I putting on a show for you?”

Rowan gulped, enthralled. “You could say so.”

She slowly slid her bra down, teasing him. When she finally took off that flimsy lace, Rowan’s skin was prickling with the urge to touch her. Taste her further. Aelin was doing unspeakable things to him and she was well aware of it, if her cocky smile was any indication.

When he tried to touch her, she slapped his hands away.

“Baby...”

She bit her lip. “I’ll be nice, then.”

Aelin took his hand and guided it through her body. Their intertwined hands sensually slid through her hips, waist, the curve of her breast, until she took his thumb inside her mouth and sucked it.

He closed his eyes, trying not to lose composure. “You’re killing me.”

She sucked his thumb one last time before taking it off her mouth. “I know.” Aelin gave his wet finger a pointed look before asking, “Do you know where this goes?”

Rowan trailed down the same path with his hand, until he pressed his wet thumb against her clit without ceremony. “In here?”

Whimpering, Aelin arched her back and swayed her hips to chase the friction. Then she took his wet thumb away from her core and placed it on her nipple. “Not yet.”

“You like to make me wait, don’t you?” Rowan was so impatient he could cry, but at the same time letting her take the lead was a lot more arousing than he thought it would be.

“You made me wait for years, Ro.” She mentioned to take her panties away, but Rowan ripped them in two before she could barely move. Aelin moaned, and that was the first time he realized she might be as eager as him to get this over with. Still, she continued, “It’s only fair.”

Rowan focused back on his assigned spot on her breast. He wouldn’t let her get away with the teasing that easily, though. His caresses started being more rough, until he pinched her nipple with two fingers, making her cry out.

In response, Aelin nestled his cock between her folds, grinding herself against it. Rowan was searing, and he was afraid he’d combust if she kept playing with him like this. He got the closest to a sitting position he could, one hand holding himself upright and the other cradling the back of Aelin’s neck.

“Baby.” He tried to kiss her, but it got sloppy since both of their hips were still moving. “Please.”

She moaned into his mouth and then nodded, leaning away a little so she could align the two of them. Aelin took her time to slide herself down, getting adjusted on her way. Both of them moaned the whole time, and when Aelin sunk into the hilt of his cock, Rowan got so light-headed he thought he might faint.

When she started moving, he soon became overwhelmed with pleasure in a way he couldn’t quite grasp. Rowan had one hand holding himself upright and the other gripping Aelin’s waist. She had her back arched, boobs bouncing as she chased her high. Both of their hips were in a frenzied rhythm, but the sight of her alone was enough to put his nerves on fire.

Aelin’s insides began to squeeze his cock, so he leaned on both arms now to thrust into her with more force. She screamed, her legs beginning to tremble, but she kept the pace, and so did he.

Rowan could feel himself ready to snap when Aelin screamed his name one last time. She went still except for the walls clenching around him, and her loud moans became soft whimpers. Rowan’s gut tightened straight after, and his hips jerked until he spilled himself into her.

They laid side to side on the bed, catching their breaths and not uttering a single word.

What the fuck was he supposed to do now?

He was terrified, his heartbeat picking up once again. Still, he scooted closer. And closer. Until he could wrap an arm around her. She didn’t do anything, and that’s when his desire to become a hawk and fly away came back. Rowan gave her a sideways glance, and she was already looking at him. At first he was startled by her extra flushed skin, but then he remembered it was because they just had sex. Which made him panic even more.

But when he was scrambling his mind for something to say, she sneaked a hand around his torso and sighed, resting her face on his shoulders. Rowan’s whole body relaxed, and he didn’t hide his silly grin.

There were many things going on his head right now, but all of them ran around the fact that he was cuddling in bed with Aelin. Sweaty and naked. Rowan kissed her head and she softly hummed in response.

“That was...”

He gently squeezed her. “I know.”

“I’m so spent.”

“Me too.”

She looked up at him, biting back a smile. “Round two in a few?”

Rowan chuckled. “You’re always reading my mind.”

Smiling, she nuzzled her face against his neck. Rowan embraced her a little more tighter. God, he’d never leave this moment if he could.

“Did you know there are people spreading wanted signs of your cock?”

Just like that, Rowan’s post-sex bliss came to halt. “You’re lying.”

Instead of replying, Aelin quickly grabbed her phone and showed him the picture.

WANTED: DICK 350

Right before the dick picture he took himself.

More than a hundred retweets.

Rowan was going to kill himself. Or shift into a hawk and fly away, whichever was easier.

However, Aelin’s giggles brought him back to reality. “You’re blushing.”

Rowan groaned, and then took a deep breath, turning his whole body towards her.

“How do you feel about that?”

Aelin shrugged. “I can’t control the internet.”

He rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, scrambling his mind for a way to make her understand he wasn’t only asking about the pic—

“Oh.” Aelin’s eyebrows raised as something clicked for her, and she bit his lips while running a possessive hand around his abs. “But, you know, I can be very selfish.”

Rowan’s smile was blinding when the only thing he managed to say was, “Yeah?”

She nodded, beaming too, when their mouths were an inch away.

“Good.” He flipped them, staying on top this time. Both of Rowan’s hands ran through her inner thighs, opening them for him, and he didn’t care if his touch was possessive enough to bruise. He could think of many ways to apologize later.

Aelin was writhing for her hips to get closer to him, Rowan’s breaths fanning against her core, when he rasped, “I don’t like to share either.”

A/N: Just to be clear, I didn’t create Dick Awards. It’s actually a national Twitter treasure, and I’ve been voting for it since high school.

2nd A/N: If you were on the LDRV Facebook group around 2015 and recognized my hints of the tá tudo verde viral post, we’re instant friends.

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