#I am so enamoured it's unreal

[kinninggojo]

detailed fluffy/smutty headcannons! draco malfoy as your boyfriend.

i’m writing this as a continuation of “ive got my eye on you”, and sooort of requested by @dolcid. i’ll hopefully write a proper part two soon but for now here are some detailed, fluffy bf!draco headcannons to keep you satisfied. ive thrown some smuttys hcs in as well, so you really get the picture (i love reading headcannons so i hope you’re as pleased with this as i am!) <3

WARNINGS! SEXUAL CONTENT. SMUT. 18+

malfoy is a really good boyfriend. you’ve never had one before though so you can’t compare him to much :(

the way he confessed to you was really impressive though (and really turned you on! drunk kisses > )

he gets better and better at kissing every time you do it. he’s not very emotional but he’s passionate, if that makes sense?

when you’re kissing he doesnt administer alot of touch himself but he loves it when you touch him. he lets you run your hands all over his chest, it makes him groan.

when he DOES touch you, its usually your thighs.

despite all the kissing, he’s actually very cautious about going any further with you, because he knows you’ve never been fucked by anyone before. in the first few weeks, he sticks to hot makeout sessions with you.

he used to tease you for being ugly when you disliked eachother, he never meant it, by the damage it did to your confidence meant you never pursued a relationship before him so you’re really a virgin in every aspect. (slay tho <3)

draco doesn’t do dates really. he likes to keep you all to himself, he’s selfish like that. so he usually invites you to the slytherin common room, and takes you up to his dorm.

he banishes the goons from the dorm to spend time with you because he knows they make you uneasy.

he really cherishes quality time over anything, that’s his love language. he doesn’t have to be kissing you the whole time, sitting beside you whilst you read is enough for him. he’s enamoured with your presence.

he’s always been enamoured with your presence, even when he pretended to hate you.

draco is quite a grumpy boyfriend. not mean. just moody. he doesnt like other people. he especially doesnt like harry potter. or anything about any of the gryffindors. you pay it no heed, you just find it cute.

he takes things further one day and you let him eat you out. he doesnt do this alot. hes mostly a receiver.

he’s really dirty when he wants to be, its the fault of his smirk, it makes him look even dirtier.

draco is heavy on the dirty talking and teasing, after all your relationship begun because of his unremitting teasing.

so when he’s licking your pussy, he’s doing it whilst smirking and cooing annoyingly because of how red your face is going.

he gets really hard because its his first time going further than kissing with you. youre the first girl that hes had feelings for as well, so it makes it unreal for him. he gets so hard he has to ask you to suck his dick.

he doesnt beg you though! his voice is cool and nonchalant like it always is.

instead of cumming in your mouth, he comes all over your pussy because he likes how it looks.

when you two finish, he isn’t one for cuddling, but he lets you lay beside him in his arm, and fall asleep on his chest.

when its time for you to go back to your dorm, he folds all of your things up for you, stacks all of your books. hes weirdly a neat-freak.

when you aren’t hanging out on his bed, you’re watching his quidditch games.

one day he has a bad fall and ends up in the hospital wing, with his arm in a sling. typical draco!

he’s a hypochondriac lol!

you drop your studies to sit with him. he grumbles profusely about the pain and the sling. he loves complaining.

you shut him up by kissing him, which makes his expression harden because you two werent public about your relationship yet. but you dont care.

when he’s injured in hospital he lets you groom his hair for him. he cares alot about his appearance. its a frequent occurance. because hes not one for skinship its how you feel close to him.

he warms to the idea of cuddling a bit, but when he does he prefers to be spooned rather than spoon you. and he always does it under the blanket so no one could accidentally see.

he’s a tall, protective boyfriend. he usually wards “threats” away with rude, witty comments, or dirty looks. he doesnt care. you’re his.

when you’re in public, he stands behind you w his hands on your shoulders so he can protect you at all times if he needs to.

he gradually becomes more comfortable being emotional around you. not emotional as in sad or cloying but. he smiles more. not big cheeky smiles, but small ones you notice when you catch him off gaurd.

he kisses you alot before bed, you start sleeping over in his bed in the slytherin dorm, you get away with it because he becomes a prefect.

he kisses the top of your head and your hands/fingertips the most. you’re precious to him, that’s how he conveys it.

after a few weeks of sleeping in his bed, he makes the ultimate move on you and fucks you for the first time. “making-love” is a bit cringe in dracos opinion, he is draco malfoy after all. but it isnt senseless fucking.

he loves the power imbalance of you getting onto your knees for him and sucking his dick. like i said, hes a receiver!

he puts his big, pale hand in your hair and bounces it harshly on his dick. he doesnt make you choke on it though, he doesnt like that.

he actually doesnt fuck you in his bed, the first time. you both get so carried away that he takes you against the wall. from all angles. behind. from the front.

it’s rough, desperate fucking. youve never been fucked before. its such a new and overwhelming feeling. youve been pining for eachother for so long.

he cums all over your pretty pussy again, but not inside it (obvs) and admires it for a while whilst catching his breath.

you start crying after! it was such an intense experience that you get a bit… worried? overwhelmed? it’s not serious crying but you need some softness.

draco isn’t always the best person to rely on for softness but he knows that you need it right now after the way he’d just fucked you.

you cuddle properly for the first time. all naked and sticky (draco HATES that, but he doesnt mind tonight bc its you) and he kisses your head over and over.

hes not big on aftercare usually. but hes patient with you tonight. he lets you sleep off the feeling, and wear his big, boxy school shirt whilst you do so. it smells of him. you love it.

you love him.

he loves you too, hes thinking.

but you don’t tell each other just yet ;)

[seokmatthewz]

sunghoon or huening kai?

man this one . battle of my two male 02 line biases BSKDKD man.....god it honestly depends JDKDKD hmmm perhaps . hoon .

send me two idols and i'll tell you who i think is objectively more attractive (in my opinion)

[someonelookingpraediti]

Currently Reading...

The Dream Thieves - Maggie Stiefvater

Day 1: Chapters 1-12

Straight on to book two! I am hyped for this!

Firstly, I love how affronted Noah gets whenever someone comments about him being dead. He’s just the sweetest. Everything he does is adorable. Just let the boy have his glittery snowglobe and bring him back to life. It’s really hit me that he’s not going to age, and he’ll end up alone unless they manage to do something about it.

I adore Ronan, he's so quietly affectionate towards his friends, while simultaneously being aggressively dickish to his friends. I’ve never related to anyone more. Also, throwing Noah out the window because “he’s already dead” is absolute Love Language.

I might have initially mistaken Ronan and Adam for a couple, but I would also accept Ronan and Noah. Although…. Noah is dead. So, would that even work?

Kavinsky is a complete ass, but he’s clearly going to be important. There’s a lot more to him than we’re seeing. I just hope he’s a bad guy, because he really doesn’t seem redeemable and I’d hate if we’re supposed to like him later.

Also, the “grey man” bits are really boring me at the moment, although I’m sure they’ll be important. He’s looking for “greywaren” which he assumes is an object, but in Ronan’s dream it said HE was greywaren. So I guess that’s something?

And then this sudden realisation: Ronan dreamt Kavinsky’s glasses. Which means Kavinsky dreamt Ronan’s wristbands. Shit.

And above all? Good god please let Ronan be gay. Don’t bait me. Just let him be gay.

Day 2: Chapters 13-31

I love Ronan’s gay metaphors! He doesn’t like lamps. Please, dear god, let Ronan be canonically gay. I love how much he focuses on how pretty his guy friends are. I love that in his chapters, it never mentions the girls being pretty. He doesn’t notice. Let him be gay. Please, please, just let me have this.

And oh my god, oh my god, is Ronan’s mother a dream creature? Ronan is half-dream!? Ok so I knew Ronan’s dad was a…. Dreamer? Is that what we’re calling them? But I did not see this coming. His whole life had been dreamt up.

And speaking of dreams. I’m back to Ronan-and-Adam. Fuck yes. The perfect couple. He’s dreaming about Adam running his fingers over Ronan’s bare back? Super gay. Adam is in a lot of these dreams.

Bit disappointing that he also dreams about Kavinsky. And now he’s “never sleeping again”?! So, bringing giant man-bird hybrids to life and being ripped to shreds is totally fine and dandy, but he gets off on a dream about Kavinsky’s mouth and suddenly he can’t ever sleep again? Priorities, Ronan. Have your gay crisis another time.

And I am so enamoured with Noah the Cowardly Ghost. It’s so endearing! He’s constantly like, ‘no, I’m not going in there, it’s creepy’. As if he isn’t fucking reenacting his own death all over town.

And then. And then. Blue and Noah practicing kissing? That whole scene with them exploring the factory was adorable, trying on sweaters and blowing mint at each other? But then them deciding to try kissing, like a pair of curious pre-adolescents? Unreal. And there’s nothing really terrible about kissing Noah, apparently, other than the fact that he’s cold and dead. Yeesh.

Day 3: Chapter 32-63

Ok. Ok, wow.

Firstly, let’s just touch on the fact that I think Ronan sent Gansey a dick pic while drunk? I say “I think” because the alternative is that Kavinsky took advantage of Ronan’s unconsciousness to free his tackle and send the pic for him. Which is. Yikes.

I have a lot of feelings about Adam and his many, many issues, and many of those feelings are very conflicting, but I’m glad Blue finally came clean, and he’s finally doing something productive about his… issues.

And I wasn’t overly invested in the whole Blue/Gansey thing, or actually in Gansey in general, but that “pretend kiss” was just adorable.

And I wasn’t expecting to feel anything other than hatred for “Mr Gray”, especially after the whole tyre iron thing, but yeah ok! Actually I think I might like him?! He seems almost… reasonable? Like a proper grown up.

And then Ronan finally, finally admitted that he’s gay!!! Ok, he didn’t say the words, and it was to Kavinsky of all people, but we got an actual solid confirmation. I am so, so used to being baited again and again, hints and suggestions and “you can read whatever you want into these characters”, usually ending up with the creators bottling it and making them straight after all. To actually get a character I relate to so much to actually be gay, it’s burning a hole in my lungs. This is what I needed as a teenager. I’m so used to giving and now I get to receive.

Speaking of Kavinsky, what a character. Wild and untamed and combustible. He just seemed like an Aglionby Asshole at first, but he’s so dangerous, he made Ronan seem like he really is just Gansey’s pet! Still a total dick though, and he completely had it coming. Fuck you, Kavinsky.

These books are unreal, I love them so much, I am going straight into the third one. I need to know if I’m going to get the Ronan/Adam romance I deserve. Because Ronan’s second secret was Adam Parrish. oh. My god.

[bondsmagii]

I just finished the secret history today (and am already on my second read!!!! It's so good!!!!) and I was wondering what you think of Richard, both as an individual and how he's seen in the book? On my first read I mostly read him as a projection of the reader as an outsider to the group, but I'm also not sure if I just lowkey identity with him (though Francis is currently my favorite)

man Richard is kind of a complicated character because obviously we’re seeing the story from his perspective and he’s so much more interested in everyone else -- he’s telling their story, so really all we get about him are occasional comments and the perspectives of other people. of course, he does tend to go off on occasion about what he was thinking, and he is introspective, but at the same time how much can we trust him? he admits right at the beginning of the first chapter that he can’t be trusted as a narrator: that he has a ‘morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs’, and from that we can safely deduce that everything he presents us is going to be romanticised and made pretty, or made deeper, or made to be more perfect or simply just more than it might have been. this is consistent even with the other characters as well: it’s clear he’s romanticising the hell out of them, and I have to wonder how much is based in truth and how much is Richard’s obsession with them.

I think I would go with my first instinct when it comes to Richard, if I’m honest. I think that Richard is a profoundly lonely individual. I think he’s lonely when it comes to interactions with other people -- he can’t quite connect with anyone, despite his best efforts -- but he’s also lonely within himself. he’s at odds with himself; he doesn’t quite know what he wants, and he allows his life to be governed by whims of chance that really don’t have any deeper meaning. he lacks control in his own life and he’s desperately trying to see reason where there isn’t any. when he finally finds himself in a group, he romanticises it so much that it seems almost unreal. you know things can’t have been that perfect. remember the first chunk of the book, where everything is apparently great, and they’re all enjoying these wonderful days at Francis’s country house, and everything is perfect and -- dare I say it -- picturesque? the entire time this is going on, the rest of the group are actively sneaking away and trying to pull off a bacchanal. if Richard fails to notice this because he’s too distracted by trying to make his life the ideal perfection he’s always yearned for, what else could he have missed or misinterpreted? he’s a very unreliable narrator, but unlike many narrators of this type, it’s not because he’s trying to protect his character (he’s very open about the role he played in the events, and in some ways unapologetic about the choices he made). instead, he’s unreliable because he’s wilfully deluding himself. this is the life he’s told himself he’s always wanted -- a close group of friends, part of an elite. and he’s so enamoured by it that he’s incapable of seeing it for what it is. 

personally I like Richard a lot. I found him relatable in many respects, and I thought he was an interesting perspective to hear the story from. by the end of the book it’s clear he’s realised a lot of his mistakes (I can never, ever forget the dressing down he gave Julian; he absolutely annihilated his character and personally I agree with everything he said) but at the same time it’s clear that even all those years later, he still sees the events through these almost adoring lenses. it’s the only story he will ever be able to tell; it was so much that it’s defined his life forever, and he seems to be willing to allow it to do that. he’s so enamoured with the story and the people that he doesn’t make any effort to have a life after it; he seems to think he’s peaked, and he’ll never get it as good as that. a very odd reaction to have to a series of such horrific experiences, but I do believe it all comes down to his loneliness and lack of direction. better to have a story, no matter how terrible, than nothing at all.

[awake-not-today]

SOBER

Jimin X Yoongi

Smut.

Requested (I'm so sorry to whoever sent the ask I accidentally deleted it.)

3300 words.

Jimin was sick of the game they were playing.

This stupid dance between himself and Yoongi had gone on for far too long, keeping their distance while simultaneously longing for each other. It was exhausting, and Jimin was done with it. And Jimin knew Yoongi felt the same, they’d talked about it often enough. Under the false bravery of alcohol they’d allowed their guard to drop, and confessions spill.

Deep in the night they’d tasted what could be, years passing without anything more than dirty kisses in dark corners, whiskey fuelled and desperate, hidden from prying eyes. But then one would pull away, shaking their head as they escaped the situation. So many wasted years, so much wasted time. What were they so afraid of? Why couldn’t they be together behind closed doors?

It wasn’t as if the other members hadn’t seen what was going on, hadn’t talked to them about it. Namjoon had broached the subject with Yoongi a thousand times over the years, letting him know that it was okay to feel that way, telling him he'd be safe and protected if he chose to give in to it. Namjoon had known from the day Yoongi had met Jimin that it was something more than friendship, he could see it in his hyung’s eyes. He was enamoured, enraptured. He looked at Jimin like he was the most precious thing in the world.

What Yoongi hadn’t realized, however, was that Jimin looked at him the same way.

The memory was still fresh in Jimin's mind, walking into the room and seeing Yoongi sitting there. Of course there was others, and everyone introduced themselves, but it was Yoongi who pulled Jimin's focus. He was beautiful, ethereal. Jimin hadn’t seen anyone like him before. He took Jimin's breath away. And when Yoongi opened his mouth to speak, deep tone sending a shiver to Jimin’s very core, that’s when Jimin knew. There’d be nobody else for him, nobody that could compare.

That was so long ago now, so far away, and they weren’t kids anymore. They had nothing to fear, not if their feelings were real. The only thing stopping them was themselves. Jimin was determined to put that to an end, to find it out if what he was feeling was real, and if Yoongi felt the same. He needed answers. He needed Yoongi.

Patiently Jimin waited until one by one his hyungs went to bed, and Kookie and Tae of course. He sat on his comforter, watching the clock and listening until eventually the entire place fell silent. And then he heard what he'd been waiting for. Yoongi had a habit of getting up in the dead of night, sitting alone in the front room with his notebook and a pen. His mind was constantly busy, creating more than he could keep up with. Jimin worried for him, but also felt a little thankful. It gave them a chance to be alone at last. Time to talk.

Yoongi was sat on the sofa, legs kicked up onto the cushions as he stared up at the ceiling. Something he did when he was trying to gather his thoughts, something Jimin was fond of. Jimin walked over quietly, perching himself on the end of the couch, dragging Yoongi back to earth as he looked at the younger man.

“Jimin-ah. Why aren’t you sleeping?” Yoongi spoke in a hushed tone, placing his notebook down on the table to give Jimin his full attention.

“We need to talk, hyung.” Yoongi furrowed his brow, the seriousness in the younger's tone worrying him. Jimin took a breath, looking down at his clasped hands as he gathered the courage to ask what his heart desperately craved to know. “How do you feel about me?”

Yoongi stiffened, and Jimin swallowed roughly. He daren't even look at Yoongi, scared to see he was wrong about it all. He felt the cushion shift, Yoongi placing his feet on the ground, shuffling a little closer.

“You know the answer to that, Jiminie.” Yoongi nudged him them, making him look up. Gentle fingers curled around his hand, the pale of Yoongi's skin contrasting sharply to his own. “We’ve discussed this.”

“Not like this.” Jimin mumbled, turning his body toward Yoongi. God, this was hard. Yoongi looked so gorgeous, messy black hair and pouty lips. Jimin just wanted. “Tell me now. Tell me sober.”

“Why?” Yoongi let Jimin's hand go in lieu of grabbing his own hair. He tugged it, a little frustrated. “What difference will it make? Nothing ever changes. We're still just a dirty little secret, right?”

“Is that how you see me?” That stung. Jimin never saw Yoongi as a secret, let alone a dirty one. Yoongi sighed, flopping back on the sofa as he closed his eyes.

“No.” Yoongi's voice was honest, but Jimin still hurt. It felt like a rejection, Yoongi refusing to answer the question. Dancing around it. “You’ll never be that way to me.”

“Then tell me what I am to you. Tell me how you feel.”

“Jimin-ah.”

“If you avoid the question again then whatever this-“ Jimin waved a hand between them both. “-is, it’s over. No more games. I’m tired, Yoongi.”

Yoongi blinked, speechless. Jimin waited, watching with held breath, but Yoongi said nothing. Jimin sighed, nodding, and got to his feet. He had his answer. He turned to walk away when he felt Yoongi grip his hand again, clinging desperately.

“You're my everything.”

The words were barely more than a whisper, but Jimin heard them all the same. Turning back around he looked at his hyung, finding him staring at the floor. Jimin leaned down, pushing Yoongi back by his shoulder to clamber onto his lap, straddling his thighs.

“Hyungie, look at me.” Yoongi didn’t, couldn’t. His heart was beating against his chest so loud and so hard, it was almost painful. Jimin's fingers brushed over his cheek feather light, before gently tilting his chin up to meet his eyes. “I love you, you know? I think I always have.”

“Jimin-ah.” Yoongi pulled him closer, an arm wrapped around Jimin’s lower back to drag their bodies flush together. “Don’t say things you don’t mean. Don’t play with my heart like this.”

“I need to know if you want me like this. If you're ready to take the plunge.” Jimin whispered, lips so close to Yoongi's. There was a shake to his voice, to his hands. “I’m terrified, but I can’t keep denying myself anymore. Tell me you want me and I'll give you everything. Tell me I’m yours and we'll never look back.”

“You're mine, Jiminie. Your mine and I’m yours. I love you. I love you.”

Finally, Jimin closed the gap, pressing his lips to Yoongi's and whining at the taste. He'd missed it, missed him. God, he was in love. So fucking in love. It made him want to cry, and he did. Tears falling down his cheeks as he opened his mouth to deepen the kiss. It was release, relief. It was everything he'd wanted, he'd craved, but it wasn’t enough. Not now he knew he could have more. He pulled back, leaning his forehead against Yoongi's, fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of the elder's neck.

“Take me to bed, hyungie. Fall apart with me.”

Those eyes did dangerous things to Yoongi’s heart, the way they slowly fluttered open, blown pupils staring back at him. How could he even refuse? Jimin got his feet, reaching out a shaking hand to Yoongi, pleading for him silently to take it. And Yoongi did, of course. Letting himself be pulled along the hall to Jimin's room. Hoseok had allowed him the room to himself for the night, knowing Jimin’s plan to confront their hyung. They were alone, together at last.

The air felt thick, heavy with the weight of their desires. Yoongi had wanted this for so long, had dreamed of it so many times. It felt unreal, absurd, but fucking glorious. He could only watch as Jimin stripped himself, tossing his shirt to one side before pushing down his pajama pants. And fuck, if Yoongi wasn’t instantly hard at the sight. Jimin was perfection. Gorgeous. His hand twitched by his side, eager to reach out and touch, but he was afraid. Afraid Jimin didn’t want it, want him. Afraid this was all a dream. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d made the mistake of thinking it was real, only to wake up alone.

Sensing his anxiety, Jimin made the move closer, gripping the tops of Yoongi's arms and squeezing gently before running his hands down them to grip the bottom of Yoongi's shirt. He lifted it slightly, waiting for that nod that gave him permission, before pulling it up and over Yoongi’s head to drop it to the floor. The way the moonlight hit Yoongi's skin made him glow, a pale pink flush rising over his chest. It was the most beautiful thing Jimin had ever seen.

“Yoongi hyung.” Jimin raised his hands to rest each side of Yoongi's neck, thumbs stroking over his jawline. “Touch me.”

When Yoongi didn’t move, Jimin took his hands and placed them on his hips, pressing closer to Yoongi's body. Their lips met again, slow and deep as Yoongi's hand slipped around to rest on the curve of Jimin’s ass. Jimin moaned into his mouth, rolling his hips against Yoongi's still clothed crotch, fingers gently squeezing where they'd moved to Yoongi's shoulders.

“Jimin-ah. Lay down for me.”

Jimin backed away slowly, keeping his eyes on Yoongi as he sat on the bed and shifted back to lay against the pillows. Yoongi took a moment to just look at him, the black ink of his tattoo looking so appealing, the hard lines of his stomach so delicious. Yoongi wanted to taste everything, to mark him everywhere. He'd look so pretty marked up for Yoongi. Darting out his tongue to wet his lips, Yoongi took a breath and dropped his shorts, watching the way Jimin’s breath hitched as Yoongi dared a step closer.

“Hyungie.” Jimin let out a whine, grabby hands reaching out for Yoongi. The desperate edge to Jimin's voice had Yoongi's feet moving before he even knew it, crawling onto the bed and over Jimin's body to kiss him again.

Yoongi kissed Jimin the way he did everything, full of passion, throwing his everything into it. It made Jimin weak, made him glad to be laying down so his legs didn’t give out from under him. He rutted up, gasping as his cock slid alongside Yoongi's, flashes of fever spreading over his gradually heating skin. Yoongi's hands found his, bringing them up to hold them beside Jimin’s head, nipping gently at the younger’s kiss swollen lips.

“Tell me what you want, Jimin.” Yoongi’s lips moved to Jimin's ear, pressing a gentle kiss to the lobe before tugging it with his teeth. “Tell hyung what you want.”

“You.” Jimin gasped, body arching off the bed as Yoongi dropped his hips again. “Always you. All of you.”

“I'm yours. I always was.”

Yoongi kissed along Jimin's jaw, watching each and every reaction the younger made. There was something so stunning about seeing Jimin like this, already fucked out with the smallest amount of friction. He'd never looked so beautiful, so utterly divine. Yoongi smirked, unable to help himself, and mouthed his way down Jimin's throat to get his mouth on his chest. Jimin keened, a stuttered whine falling from his spit slick lips, as Yoongi flicked his tongue over Jimin's nipple. He chuckled, low and dark.

“Sensitive, baby?”

“Hyungie, please.” Yoongi looked up then, dark eyes meeting Jimin’s in a deep stare as he licked over his nipple again, smirking as the younger arched up against him. He took a moment to just look. Eyes gazing over the rise and fall of Jimin's chest, the flush of his skin, the longing in his eyes. God, he was beautiful. He was everything Yoongi wanted, everything he'd always wanted.

Unable to help himself, Yoongi leaned up again, capturing Jimin's lips with his own. He tasted like heaven. He tasted like home.

“I love you.” He nipped at Jimin’s puffy lips as he whispered the words, eyes fluttering open to watch him again. Jimin smiled, a smile he reserved for Yoongi alone, and bumped his nose against his hyung’s.

“Tell me that always.”

Yoongi pecked his lips one more time before moving slowly down, pressing gentle kisses down Jimin's middle until he face hovered over his cock sitting pink and hot and hard against his stomach. He blew on it softly, relishing in the sharp gasp Jimin elicited, before darting his tongue out to taste him. Jimin threw his head back, swallowing roughly as his hands gripped the comforter beneath him. He was already falling apart for Yoongi with such little stimulation. It was breath-taking.

The moan that escaped Jimin was nothing short of obscene as Yoongi took his cock in his mouth, a wet dream. Jimin's hand shot out to grip Yoongi's hair, tugging as he fought back the urge to thrust up into the wet heat. Yoongi hummed around him appreciatively, sending vibrations down his shaft and making Jimin's eyes roll back in his head. Jimin had had his cock sucked before, this wasn’t his first time, but it had never felt like this. Yoongi sucked him like his life depended on it, his tongue doing wonders each time he sunk down. He was close, he could feel it, pooling in his lower stomach as Yoongi took him deeper, relaxing his throat until his nose was pressed against Jimin's crotch.

“Fuck, hyung! Wait!” Yoongi pulled up and off like it was the easiest thing in the world, eyes wet and wide as he looked up at Jimin. Jimin reached out and stroked his jaw, his thumb pushing on Yoongi's lower lip. “Don’t wanna come yet. Want you to fuck me.”

Turning his head, Yoongi pressed a kiss to Jimin's thigh before shuffling lower. He gripped his legs, pushing them up and out to spread Jimin wide. “Do you-“

“Top drawer.” Jimin stopped him, knowing what he wanted. Yoongi crawled up back over Jimin's body, kissing him lazily as he reached out to open the top drawer and fumble inside. He found the lube quickly, gripping it tight as he continued to fumble with his fingers, pulling back from Jimin's lips and cussing. “What?”

“Where's the condoms?” Yoongi huffed, moving to climb off of Jimin when hands wrapped around his waist, holding him in place. He looked down, finding Jimin staring up at him with shy eyes.

“We don’t need them, do we?” Yoongi blinked and Jimin sighed, looking down at Yoongi's chest. “I mean I’m clean and I know it’s a long time since either of us has been with someone. We don’t need them, right?”

“Okay.” Yoongi pulled his hand from the drawer, tipping Jimin's chin up with it to meet his eyes and press a chaste kiss to his lips. “Okay.”

Their lips met one more time before Yoongi moved back down to settle between Jimin's thighs, nuzzling his face against Jimin's hipbone as he popped the cap on the lube. Jimin smiled, running soft finger's through Yoongi’s hair as the elder poured lube onto his fingers, clenching his fist to warm it up. He pressed his lips to the crease of Jimin's thigh as he circled his rim with his finger, keeping his eyes on Jimin's to be sure he was okay. It took seconds for Jimin to relax, and Yoongi was able to push his finger in to the first knuckle, twisting and curling it gently.

Jimin's eyes never left Yoongi, watching his face with soft eyes as his hyung prepped him well. With each finger Yoongi fluttered kisses to his inner thigh, nosing along the soft skin as he stretched Jimin open. He was so careful, so caring, whispering sweet words of praise as Jimin opened up for him so beautifully. And Yoongi's fingers, fuck if Jimin hadn’t imagined this over and over. It was everything he’d dreamed of and more. He couldn’t stop himself whining desperately as he moved his hips to fuck himself on them, pushing them deeper each time. He whimpered when Yoongi pulled them out, flicking his tongue over the head of Jimin's cock before he sat up and poured more lube onto his hand to slick himself up.

Taking a hold of Jimin's calf, he hooked Jimin's leg over his shoulder, crowding against the younger to position himself at his hole. Jimin gasped as he felt the blunt head of Yoongi's cock press against him, pushing in slowly as Yoongi took his lower lip between his teeth. Yoongi's head dropped to Jimin's shoulder as he bottomed out, taking a moment to catch his breath. Jimin was tight, hot, wet around his cock. It was too much and not enough, Jimin's hand stroking the back of his hair to help him through it.

After a moment Yoongi raised his head again, pulling back and thrusting back in as he did. The sounds falling from Jimin's lips were gorgeous, wrecked and desperate. He could listen to Jimin forever, every whimper and moan like a song. Yoongi was gone, so fucking thrown for this boy. He was everything. Fingernails scraped down his back as he picked up a pace, pulling out as far as he could without slipping out only to slam back in again relentlessly. Jimin's eyes shut tight as he moaned aloud, sinful and filthy into the air. Yoongi didn’t like that, he wanted to see him, to watch him fall apart. He raised a hand, bringing it to Jimin’s lips to press fingers there.

“Open your eyes, Jimin-ah. Let hyung see you.” Jimin obeyed, opening his mouth too to bite down on the pads of Yoongi's fingers gently. Yoongi pulled his hand away, trailing it across Jimin’s shoulder and to his arm until he finally gripped his hand, lacing their fingers together beside Jimin's head. It was all so close, intimate, almost more than Yoongi could handle.

“Hyungie I’m close.” Jimin arched against him, his flexibility astounding Yoongi who upped his pace. He shifted his hips, Jimin practically screaming out as Yoongi hit his prostate head on over and over again, until he was coming untouched between their bodies, Yoongi's name falling from his lips like a prayer.

It didn’t take Yoongi long to follow, Jimin whimpering between kisses, encouraging his hyung to hit his climax too. It took Yoongi off guard when he came, harder than he'd expected as pulse and pulse of come filled Jimin as Yoongi shuddered. He fell forward, letting Jimin drop his leg down, and buried his face in Jimin's neck.

For a long while they stayed like that, Jimin's fingers running soothing lines down Yoongi's spine, a small smile on his face. Eventually Yoongi pulled his soft cock from the younger, raising up to meet his eyes again. Jimin was crying, tears falling down past his temples. “Baby. My baby, what’s wrong?”

“I’m just happy, Yoongi.” Jimin sighed, shaking his head. Yoongi moved to rest his elbows either side of the younger’s shoulders, using his thumbs to wipe away his tears as he pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I was ready for you to reject me. I was ready to make myself let you go.”

“Don’t.” Yoongi whispered against Jimin's lips, bumping their noses together. “Don’t ever let me go. I love you. I loved you. I don’t think I could stop if I tried.”

“Tell me again, hyung. Tell me I’m yours and you’ll stay. Tell me I’m yours and you'll never let me go.”

“I’m yours, Park Jimin. I always was.” Yoongi kissed him once more before rolling over, pulling Jimin onto his chest to hold him tight.

“Yours, hyungie. Always.”

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Songs: Stressed Out by Twenty One Pilots, New Romantics by Taylor Swift, Go The Distance from Hercules?

you always give awesome songs! I’ve been saving all these asks you sent so I can space em out (also so I can enjoy doing the answers longer lol). Also, time for more OCs I haven’t introduced yet - y’all know the drill I suppose. If you’re interested, please ask!

Stressed Out - Twenty One Pilots ; Harper Deene. Mostly her reminiscing about being a kid/teen before the Blackout (so the lines about money don’t exactly apply). Highlights “Wish we could turn back time to the good old days / When our momma sang us to sleep, but now we're stressed out” and “Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young / How come I'm never able to identify where it's comin' from? / I'd make a candle out of it, if I ever found it”

New Romantics - Taylor Swift ; this OC is actually one I created for an AU with @musiciatee and her OC Annie Emery, but she fits this really well so Maggie Fredrickson. She’s basically a soft girl who’s tangentially a Teen Wolf OC, who’s also an unrealized spark. Highlights “We're all bored, we're all so tired of everything / We wait for trains that just aren't coming” and “'Cause baby, I could build a castle / Out of all the bricks they threw at me / And every day is like a battle / But every night with us is like a dream” and “We are too busy dancing to get knocked off our feet”

Go The Distance - Disney’s Hercules ; Hailey Courtier, a Criminal Minds OC I’ve had since high school. Basic rundown is she was a teenager enamoured with the BAU and wanted to grow up to be part of the taskforce, until a serial kidnapper and killer terrorized her town and she was caught up in it and horrifically traumatized. Highlight “I am on my way, I can go the distance / I don't care how far, somehow / I'll be strong / I know every mile will be worth my while / I would go most anywhere to find where I belong”

send me a song and I’ll tell you which of my OCs it most relates to!

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Kate Wright flaunts busty assets as Rio Ferdinand exclaims 'get me home!'

http://www.internetunleashed.co.uk/?p=8442 Kate Wright flaunts busty assets as Rio Ferdinand exclaims 'get me home!' - http://www.internetunleashed.co.uk/?p=8442 Kate Wright shared this saucy photo on her page [Kate Wright/Instagram] Gorgeous former Only Way Is Essex star Kate Wright, who has been dating Rio Ferdinand for over a year, took to Instagram to post a busty photo of herself sporting a red bikini. The 26-year-old reality hottie looked nothing short of sensational as she sat with a glass of red wine in the summer sun, showing off her tiny waist and sun-kissed skin in a bright coral two-piece.  “It’s a red day,” the Essex stunner captioned the post, with cheeky Rio deciding to send a cute message of his own to his other half.  Kate Wright and Rio Ferdinand are happier than ever [Getty] Kate Wright recently shared this gorgeous snap [Kate Wright/Instagram] “Get me hooooome!!” the former England ace wrote alongside a kissing emoji on the post, barely able to contain his excitement as he returns from Russia after the World Cup. Fans were equally as enamoured with the blonde beauty as Rio, with one fan writing: “Body goals right there!” “Need to set this as my phone background so I stop eating,” another wrote, while a third added: “Any one who doesn’t look at her and think she’s unbelievable needs their head testing! She’s unreal. I’m going to print her picture off and stick it to my fridge." "P.S. Rio how's Russia?" – Kate Wright pokes fun at beau Rio Ferdinand with a sizzling bikini snap in the British heatwave whilst he works in Russia [Instagram/Kate Wright ] TOWIE's Kate Wright flaunts her enviable bikini body in an array of skimpy bikinis – click through the images to see the reality star's sexiest swimsuit pictures Rio Ferdinand shared this sizzling image of Kate Wright [Rio Ferdinand/Instagram ] Rio was away discussing the matches in Russia alongside Alan Shearer and Frank Lampard as a BBC pundit, with the tournament coming to an end after France’s win on Sunday.  In the meantime, Kate was looking after his three children – Lorenz, 11, Tate, nine, and Tia, six. They have been taken under the wing of Kate following the tragic passing of Rio’s wife, Rebecca Ellison, in 2015. Rio Ferdinand shared this gorgeous snap of him and Kate [Rio Ferdinand/Instagram ] Kate recently revealed she was missing her man, but is always more than happy just spending time with his children.  She told MailOnline: "I'm with the kids on my own and obviously we miss him but we're having a nice time just us four as well. "I like to go to bed early, it sounds ridiculous but I'm like a granny! I'm asleep by 9pm but I am up at 6am. We have dinner, do homework, a bit of fun time, then the kids go to bed, I go to bed." window.fbAsyncInit = function () { FB.init({ appId: '543301995758445', xfbml: true, version: 'v2.8' }); }; (function (d, s, id) { var js, fjs = d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0]; if (d.getElementById(id)) { return; } js = d.createElement(s); js.id = id; js.src = "http://connect.facebook.net/en_GB/sdk.js"; fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js, fjs); }(document, 'script', 'facebook-jssdk')); Source link