#I CHOKED ON YHE AIR

[shentheauthor]

Found out about the official videocult Twitter posting five pebbles catboy art and UM WHAT THE FVUK

[tamat3v]

req: hey mate sorry to like probably ruin your reputation here but can i request pseudo-incest dabi with like overstimulation and sadomasochism?

❥• this was from my other acc, this req has been sitting and rotting for m o n t h s, i added my own twists and tweaks here and there [nah like actually a lot💔💔 the main kinks in highlight are still overstim and sadomasochism(ish for this one) so it’s not too bad] so i hope it is enjoyed. coming up with a title for this was living hell so i’ll figure it out later 🚶🏾

w/c: none, cus i’m trying straight up on tumblr, so help me god but it’s a pretty decent reading length i suppose

Touya hated you- despised you for the very fact you walked the earth in his lifetime. You were the most cherished one, the sun of your parents and he was the other one, who’s name was apparently so unspeakable because he was the disappointment. He hated you, did everything in his power to show his mom and your dad that you were no good. He knew what you were, he heard all of those girls and boys screaming as you basically pounded them into your mattress every other night. Only he knew how you toyed with and threw away each and every single one of them after you had your fun and gotten your dick wet enough for the week.

Touya curses the ground you walk on. He abhors you so, then why is it that this time he’s slumped against his bed? Hearing the girl cry and you pant with his pants feeling too tight? Why, god tell him why he walked into the room, acting like it was a mistake. Why he screamed at the girl to get lost and it was a sight to behold, how she scrambled for her clothes and flew out the door like a hurricane.

You were seeing red at this point. You’d finally convinced her to get into your bed and that god forsaken raven head had to step in a mess up. You were livid, shirt crumpled slightly and raised up as you flung the other onto the bed, hand wrapped around his throat dangerously with ill intentions which pinned him flat to the bed and all he could do was struggle. “Touya, what the hell is wrong with you?”

Touya couldn’t tell you the answer but how he wondered the same thing. No normal person would like being brutally tossed to the bed, being choked heavy with all rage- which was absolutely deserved. The crown of the pile of issues was that his hard on was furious in his pants, straining against the fabric. This is wrong, all so wrong. You were brothers for goodness’ sake, you could literally kill him for goodness’ sake yet he liked the hurt and he wanted you even more. He tried to speak out but his words died long before in his throat all he could let out was a weak, failing sound- so pathetic. You were so sour at the pitiful face he was making but it soon turned into a bitter smile on your face. As much as you wanted to thrash him for butting in and stepping far out of line, you would just rock his shit differently.

Because little did he know that you knew what he did. Unlike your parents, you heard him beating his pathetic, weeping cock and mewling at the dead of night to his own step-brother. You had seen his book, pages filled with the most obscene and perverse desires and fantasies he had and you knew from that day on he was far worse than you would ever be. Something about that cruel upper hand you had over him just made your stomach twist and all the right ways, who were you to not use this golden opportunity that fate had dealt you?

“You know, Dabi, I’ve read that book of yours.” He immediately sprung to life, eyes popping out their sockets. “_____, I can explain, it’s really not what you think it is-“ There it was. You dropped one harsh and heavy handed slap on his cheek with no hesitation and he was silent, effective immediately. “I don’t remember asking you to talk, Touya-kun. I read each and ever single one of those pages. You’re so sick, you know that?” you spat, tone seething and acidic. “‘Bet you liked that slap, didn’t you? Being pressed up underneath me like this? I know who you are, Touya: a perverted whore.”

Oh how he was shaking under you, legs turning inwards with his thighs pressed so cutely together to quell the sweltering heat in his pants. He was dripping, tip pumping up those sinful tears non stop ‘till it was so sticky. Touya’s brain had switched off, eyes unfocused on you but a sharp slap to his thigh, right next to the throbbing hardness brought him back whimpering. You finally released his throat, purpled bruise marks adorning his skin as he choked in air, just for it to be knocked out of his chest when you flipped him onto his back.

“From now on until I decide I’m done with you, you have no say. Shut up and take it like the slut you are. I will not listen to you but I don’t think it’s need anyway. I know you’ll enjoy every single second of it like the freak you are.” You weren’t asking, simply stating. You ripped down his stupid, tacky pants and slid in, no warning needed. Touya was undone with that, tears stinging hard, his lower half even harder but he liked the pain- so much that he came immediately, crying out already and you were incredulous at the realization.

You slapped his ass harshly. He didn’t deserve your mercy, not that he wanted it anyways. His dark hair was disheveled as you began hammering into him relentlessly. He cried from the overstimulation- it hurt so good. His body was absolutely shredded and you were far from finished with him- so far from it. His mind was not computing the stimulation, he was numb but felt everything at the same time. Was this an out of body experience because this didn’t feel real at all. He was bordering consciousness when you squeezed another high from his spent body already.

What time was it now? Touya was lost in a different plane when you finally pulled out, daylight peaking through shut blinds and he was limp. He was beyond useless and he- he felt you push in once more and shredded attempt at a scream erupted from his torn up vocal box. “Oh? So you are still awake. You better be, you will take what I give you, Touya.”And you were so pleased with your work, yhe points in which you had hit on his body were bruising, heat still so close to the surface of his skin and it was perfect for you.

[soulwillower]

heather • richie tozier

(richie tozier x reader)

[based off the song heather by conan gray]

requested:   OMG I HAVE AN IDEA IDK IF ITS GOOD AND IDK WHY IM TYPING IN ALL CAPS BUT CAN U DO A FIC WHERE LIKE ITS BASED OF YHE SONG HEATHER BY CONAN GRAY WHERE THE READER AND RICH HAVE BEEN BEST FRIENDS FOR SO MANY YEARS AND HAVE FEELINGS FOR EACHOTHER BUT THERE BOTH SO OBLIVIOUS- SO WHEN RICHIE LIKE GETS A GF ONE DAY THE READER JUST WHSKWHDIWHWIW IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT BUT LIKE AT THE END THEY REALIZE THEYRE IN LOVE. SORRY IF ITS TOK SPECIFIC. LOVE U. IM RUNNING OUTTA CHARACTERS 

warnings: swearing, mentions of underage drinking, themes of cheating but no actual cheating, angst, fluff at the end, unedited.

thank u guys so much for being so patient with this fic <3 love u all so much!

[losers + reader are  18+ in this.]

4.4k words

(also, this fic starts with a flashback and idk if i like this style, but lmk if it works) 

♡

the persistent beat thudding in your ears seems to do nothing more than dim your already low mood as you sip on lemonade by yourself in someone's basement bar, sitting on an uncomfortable metal barstool and leaning your head heavy against your chin.

these days, it seemed as though the world was painted in gray.

you look around almost lazily; bev and ben went outside in the snow a couple minutes ago, stan just took a girl upstairs - you're left alone now, because mike and eddie had to study for their exam and bill was feeling under the weather. and richie, as usual, was late.

there's almost twenty other people in the room right now, but you have no desire to speak to any of them. you've been trying to have fun tonight, but you're just having a hard time, feeling distracted and unable to stop thinking about wire framed glasses and a certain bright smile.

your wandering eyes halt your thoughts as a girl in your class - heather perez -  catches your eye from across the room, her hair falling in natural curls that makes you sigh in envy. she smiles and waves at you warmly, gesturing for you to come and sit with her. you swallow and look down into your cup of dreary, graying lemonade as you try not to think about how you look in comparison. she's so fucking pretty. you look back up and shake your head with a friendly smile, faker than a plastic flower, and nod to the bathroom. she shrugs and smiles, turning back around.

she was too sweet, it hurt.

her naturally dark hair, long and wavy, her smooth dark skin, her laugh.... but suddenly, your head snaps back up after recognizing a familiar sight on heather's figure.

-is that richie's sweater?

your heart thumps and churns in the most unsavory way as all the breath leaves your lungs in one swift exhale. you feel sick to your stomach and your hand falls to hit the counter to stabilize yourself, the lemonade sloshing out of the cup slightly. but you pay no mind. heather's wearing richie's sweater...

you know that sweater really well. it's definitely his, and for some reason that makes you want to cry.

you blink and force yourself to suck air into your lungs as you look around quickly, anywhere but at heather perez wearing richie tozier's sweater, with all the stripes and patterns and the rough polyester material. you're not sure why you're so caught off-guard, you knew that heather perez was maybe-kinda-sorta seeing your trashmouth. he'd mentioned it in passing a few times and you've not been able to keep it off your mind as bev and bill whisper to richie about it in the halls or during hangouts when you were laying in stan's lap pretending not to hear it.

it hurts, though. holy hell, does it hurt when richie turns the corner and the typical, 'hey, richie!' choruses through most of the people in the basement - and yet his eyes are just set on her.

it hurts even worse when you make eye contact with him and he smiles at you, nodding in greeting and calling a "hey there, toots!" over the thumping of the noise before turning back towards heather.

your heart thumps erradically as you eye him sliding an arm around her shoulders easily, pulling her into his tall lanky frame,  crushing your chest and deflating your trembling heart. heather's head falls onto richie's shoulder and you shiver, feeling colder than you've felt in so long. the lemonade you force to your lips tasting like stale water as the sight of richie pinching heather's shoulder and thumbing his own sweater on her frame make you feel empty.

even now, weeks later, you remember how it felt. you sip on the boiling tea and immediately burn your tongue, making you swear as you stare out your window, the snow falling around your house in the dark making you feel an odd, empty kind of peace. that fucking sweater.

you haven't talked to richie in almost a week and a half - he got in trouble the night after the party and his parents took his phone away - at eighteen years old, his parents took his phone - so that he could 'spend time with family' (a task that made you chuckle to yourself when bill had explained it to you about twelve days ago).

it's winter break, though, and you've been missing the last piece of your eight-person puzzle the last few times you've hung out with your friends. it feels empty without richie's boisterous shenanigans, snarky looks and goofy comebacks... you feel really embarrassed for missing him so deeply.

tears well up in your eyes as you think again about his damn sweater, the one that heather was wearing, the same one he'd given you not even three weeks prior.

"well look at you." richie says with amusement trickling through his voice like melting icewater through a calm creek.  you spin towards him with a grin eclipsing your face as you shrug around his sweater, pretending not to smell his strong scent and pretending not to feel the immediate comfort it gives you.

"you know, for as dumb as it looks, i kind of like it." you tease, brushing some hair back from your eyes as the sweater sleeves fall back down past your hands. he laughs, eyes not leaving you for a second.

"shit, doll. keep it." he says, sounding serious. it makes you pull a face at him, starting to lift it slightly over your head to return it to its rightful owner.

but he shakes his head, hands gently gripping your arms and halting your motions, subsequently setting your heart on fire. his lips are set in a gentle grin as he shakes his head again. "it looks so much better on you."

it's spoken simply, in such honestly that it makes you blush nearly immediately. in fact, you're so flustered that all you can do is shove him a bit, stuttering out a quiet, "shut up, richie, you- i - okay, whatever."

it makes him chuckle as he takes the soft blow of your hands against his shoulders, deftly running his hands through his curly locks as he shakes his head. "you're adorable, kid."

you're lucky he'd turned around to gripe around on his messy bed for his laptop, because the stupid grin you're sure is painting your face is enough to make you dig your own grave and then hand him the shovel. if only he knew how much you liked him.

you didn't keep the sweater after that night, though. at the time, you'd told him it was because it was putrid; that the colors and patterns were a sin to man and that you'd never be caught dead wearing it out. he laughed the whole time because you had literally worn it to the store with him it with him that same day. but now, you'd give anything for richie to give you that sweater again, to feel that polyester inseam fall against your stomach and your arms and chest, like a huge richie hug (without all the bones and the cologne and the caffeine-pulsing heartbeat - so not a real richie hug, but as close as you could get to the real thing without actually just having it).

god, you like him too much. you rub your face with your palm, the moisture from the tears that had accidentally escaped your eyes smudging against your face. you're tired, almost - it's like an empty, heartbroken exhaustion that sags your shoulders and chokes your throat and makes you zone out for minutes at a time. one thought overwhelms you right now, so as you see a car's headlights shine out your window through the falling snow, you don't even notice it.

you just wish you were heather.

you've tried to hate her. really, you have - you figured maybe, just maybe, if you were able to rant to bev or eddie about how much of a bitch heather is, how she's terrible to richie and how boring she was, maybe you could justify the heartbreak in your chest.

but god, she's so perfect. heather, with her shiny hair, bright smile, her flawless mind and caring heart. she's, as far as you're concerned, an angel. of course richie would choose heather, who wouldn't?

the other day at that party, you'd tried your hardest to ignore your intrusive thoughts, but you can't help feeling like it would all be better if heather didn't exist. and even that thought alone hurts your heart, because you remember the smile on richie's face when he looked at her, swathed in his sweater and floating around the room like a beacon of light.

and you could never, ever in good conscience take that from richie.

you almost laugh at how absurd it is - now you're talking to yourself while you stare out the window, half asleep, dreaming of freckles placed just like constellations and crooked noses, of jawlines that jut out and long, lanky fingers; of loud, chipping laughter and beat up high-tops with cuffed corduroy pants.

"y/n?" a voice behind your door makes you jump a bit, unsettling your already disconcerted bones. you’re imagining him, now? you laugh into your scalding mug for a second, but after a double-take at the doorway you find the angel himself to be standing there with a perplexed look.

"richie, what're you doing here?" you ask, rubbing your eye to make sure no tears are left. he looks troubled. "i knocked, but nobody answered. so..." he says with a shrug, and you ned, tucking a leg under yourself and nodding.

"what are you doing, toots?" he asks, backlit by the hallway light. and then you finally can see what he's wearing, and you almost laugh at your own misery.

but you don’t laugh, your brain short-circuiting as you feel the knife twist further into your abdomen. the stupid fucking sweater.

“-um, nothing. y- did you get that back from heather?” you try to deliver the line as smoothly as possible, but by the look on his face, you did a real shit job at that.

“what?” he asks in an exhale as he shakes snowflakes from his hair and shoulders, closing your door as he walks towards you and falls to sit next to you on your windowsill seat.

“i thought you gave her that sweater.” you say and he raises a brow, “yeah, like two weeks ago.” he says slowly, eyeing you. he adds, “she obviously didn’t need it after that.”

you frown, “did she need it then?” you didnt try to sound bitter at all, but your voice comes with more of a sting than you’d anticipated.

as always, richie meets fire with fire. “it was twenty fuckin’ degrees out, she was wearing a tank top.”

you don’t know what to say so you just stare out the window with a quick huff, crossing your arms. "why does it matter? it's a sweatshirt." he mutters. "i was just being nice to her."

you nod, pain twisting around in your stomach. he's right, it's just a sweater. but he gave it to her, because he likes heather better.

“what’s up with you, kid?” he asks, gentler this time.

“don’t call me kid, richie.” you say sharply, not meeting his eyes. “and there’s nothing up with me.” you know you’re being difficult, but you really don't have the energy to argue with him right now.

it’s quiet again, and the silence is even more awkward. you take another scalding sip of your tea. 

“um, y/n... is this because of heather?” he says after a bit. you feel the tension that the acknowledgment brings as it hits you in the thick, cold air. richie’s tapping a rhythm on his thigh, so you can tell he feels it too.

"richie." you say weakly, your voice coming out too quiet, too obviously broken and exhausted. "i cannot do this. please don't do this right now"

he blinks at you, eyebrows furrowed. "sugar, i'm so lost right now."

you decide to change the subject. "-why'd you come over?" you ask, actually looking at him then immediately regretting it. he looks hurt and confused, like a lost puppy.

"oh. um, i just need to tell you something.it's about heather, too." he sounds anxious, and you roll your eyes, looking down at the tree outside your room as wind blows powdery white mounds off its branches.

“can this just wait until tomorrow?” you whisper. doesn't he get it?

it's quiet and for a moment you believe that he's going to leave it, to not bring up the obvious jealousy brewing in your chest. but he breaks the silence too soon.

"i tried to kiss her." he says and you immediately look towards the door, the most immediate escape possible. 

your breathing gets heavy; if you have to hear this, you know you'll admit your feeling to richie, and you don't want to do that to him. but you have a suspicion that he already knows.

"richie, i'm so, so glad to see you. and that you like heather. really, i am. but- it's not a good time. i'm not- i'm not okay." you say, voice thick as tears well behind your eyes.

richie’s eyes widen almost comically as you make eye contact and his hands immediately find purchase on your arms, his thumbs rubbing in the way that he has done ever since that one foggy summer you spent in the sewers. "y/n/n, what's wrong, sweetheart?" he asks, watching sadly as a tear slips from your cheek. it breaks your heart when he calls you sweetheart, and you shake your head.

you can't tell him the truth - that you love him, so instead, you mumble, "i've missed you. there's a lot going on, and i just really need you."

he looks guilty as he pulls you into a warm hug, one that takes you off guard but that you return gratefully. "you've been too busy spending time with heather and with your parents, and i understand that, i just - you know, i miss you." you say, voice muffled as your cheek is squished into his shoulder. he sighs shakily, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “i know i’ve been with her a lot, i’m sorry sugar.” he mutters. 

it feels like you’re both holding something back from the other. 

"i wish i were heather." you say against his shoulder, knowing richie’s completely unaware of the depth of your statement. but he pulls back and stares at you, an unknown look on his face. you open your mouth to say something, but you're cut off before you can get anything out.

and his lips fall against yours lightly, almost as if they’re ghosts against yours. his presence feels fleeting. 

you barely close your eyes and press closer to him before you snap out of it, jerking backwards with wide eyes.

richie’s eyes fall open too as he looks at you questioningly. your heart is thumping heavy as you shake your head, more shocked than you thought ever possible. “what?” he asks, as if he’s surprised you’re not kissing back.

you give him a sad, broken look. you think you’ll cry as you mutter, "why would you ever kiss me? i'm not - i'm not nearly as pretty as her, i'm just-"richie suddenly looks like he might get sick, his face paler than usual as the steam from your tea dwindles idly between you. he cuts you off. "-why are you - why are you saying all these things y/n/n-”

“heather. you like heather.” you say frantically, trying to remind him so you dont have to live through this fresh faced heartbreak twice as painful if he kisses you again. 

but richie shakes his head, and your confusion skyrockets just as much as your heartbeat."no. a-amy asked her out." he says breathlessly. "-she said yes."

you blink, pulling even further away as it dawns on you. "wait. so... so you only want to see me after the girl you wanted finds someone else?" you ask, watching as the smile gets smacked off of richie's face so quickly you think it may give him whiplash. "wait, no-" he starts, but you shake your head.

“richie, do you understand how hurtful that is?” you say, voice heavy as you try not to let tears fall.

he shakes his head, eyes glossing with tears as he gapes at you, “n-no, y/n-“

“fuck, richie. i know you know about my feelings for you. how could you do this? i’m not heather, i’m reminded that every time i’m in the same room as the two of you. she’s had you completely mesmerized for the last month, you can’t just use me to distract yourself.” you say, your tea completely forgotten as a tear escapes your eye.

he shakes his head, looking at you with an emotion you don’t have the energy to decipher. “leave, richie.” your voice is broken and it shakes as you look away from him.

you’re not sure what you were expecting, but when richie stands up silently you dont even look away from the window. you see him wipe his cheek in your peripheral before he sighs quietly and walks out of your room, shutting the door quietly.

you cry openly as you hear your door shut downstairs, your hands shaking as you cover your face, your shoulders shaking with sobs. you make it under your covers just as you hear a car engine sputter outside, your heart empty and lips still tingling as the feeling of richie’s lips linger on yours. you groan into your pillow and let out another sob, your eyes squeezing in agony as your heart feels like it’s ripping in two.

because even if they’re not together, richie still likes her.

why couldn’t you be heather?

you cry until you’re asleep, your now cold mug of tea resting on the windowsill as your phone charges next to you and snow swirls in the dark sky.

when you wake up the next morning, your headache is nearly blinding. you feel like crying more as you remember last night. you roll over and rub your eyes, unlocking your phone groggily.  

but you check your notifications and your heart immediately stops as you see a missed call from richie at 3:49 in the morning last night, and a voicemail left a minute later.

well, you guess he got his phone back.

your fingers tremble as they hover above the play button, feeling like you may vomit from anxiety - the message he left is two minutes long.

closing your eyes, ready for even more heartbreak, you press play and hold the speaker to your ear.

“um, y/n.” the voicemail starts off, and you’re already tearing up because richie’s voice is full to the brim with anxiety and he’s not using his usual nicknames for you. 

“uh... okay, i- i know it’s four in the morning, and you’re probably asleep - god, i hope you are, and that you’re not ignoring me. not that i dont deserve it, but i just want you to get good rest. uh, a-anyways. fuck,” there’s an awkward pause and you’re holding your breath.

“you know i’m not good with phone calls or voicemails-“ his rambling just adds to your anxious feeling, but you think if you don’t listen to this, your anxiety would eat you alive.

“- fuck, i don’t know how to say this. kind of ironic, i guess, since i’ve been thinking about saying it like every day for probably more than a year- okay, i’m... god, spit it out, trashmouth.” his voice gets thicker and you can hear the emotion as he takes a shallow breath.

“y/n/n, you make my hands shake. i swear, my heart feels like it’s going to backfire and explode when we touch... and it scares me so fucking bad.” you feel your heart halt in your chest, the air leaving your lungs.

you keep the phone pressed tightly to your ear as richie’s recorded voice goes on.

“-fuck, y/n. i’m terrified. sometimes i think.... like, whoever created me... they designed me just to be yours. and... it’s not in the same way i feel about bev, or bill, or eddie-“ his voice breaks as he sniffs on the other end and it dawns on you that he’s crying. “-you’re you. you’re y/n. i tried to like heather as more than just a friend. but...” it’s silent for a second.

“i just kept comparing her to you. i do that with everybody. i think i’m broken. i love you so much that it hurts.” he’s crying enough by now that it’s leaking into his speech; he’s hiccuping, stuttering slightly, his inflection changing as you can almost picture the tears rolling off his thick eyelashes and onto his rosy cheeks.

“-and i can’t sleep right now knowing that i hurt you like this. i can’t believe that i let you think of yourself as lesser than heather in any way-“ he sobs quietly in the recording and takes a stuttering breath. "i can’t believe i put myself before you. i’m such a shitty friend. i should’ve been giving you my stupid fucking sweaters the whole time.” 

tears are pouring out of your eyes as you sit up, ripping the comforter off your legs. you’re pulling on socks and your shoes as you continue to listen to richie’s voicemail.

“i’m sorry that i kissed you, and i’m sorry that i dragged you into this m-mess, that i used heather as an excuse to ignore my feelings for you. i-i love you so fucking much, and i’m just so scared of hurting you. i’m so sorry that i hurt you, y/n.”

you have to see him.

“-and, um, i’m sorry i left this voice message. this is probably the worst way to find this out but i figured that it would be easier for us to ignore if it wasn’t in person- y’know, because you don’t have to respond. just- now you know. that i’m sorry, and that i don’t expect you to forgive me or want to speak to me for a while. i just- i need you to know that you’re so loved, y/n. and that you deserve so much better than me.

“so, um, okay. i’ll let you sleep now. b-bye.” he whispers the end and then the line cuts dead.

you’re left with shaking breath and tears in your eyes as his voice rings in your head. you try to take in what he’s just said, but you think you’re about to pass out.

how can richie love you back?

you brush your teeth almost aggressively as your heart beats erratically in your chest and then you’re suddenly flying down the snowy road towards the tozier’s house.

you realize too late that you look completely awry, hair unbrushed, eyes puffy and swollen, shoes untied as you knock on the front door of richie's house.

went opens the door, richie’s younger sister sat on his hip as he smiles at you, "y/n! long time no see. richie's upstairs in his room."

you smile at him in thanks, too rushed to say anything to him or munch. then you’re all but sprinting up the stairs, only feeling the anxiety as you throw open the door to his bedroom. 

you're relieved that he's laying in his bed, surrounded by pillows and fluffy comforters as he jumps from the noise of your arrival.

when he sits up, neither of you say anything. his eyes are red and rimmed with tears, a heartbreaking sight as his lower lip trembles slightly. you're sure you look the same as you take a step towards his bed, your eyes not leaving each other's for a second.

he looks incredible, still. 

"y/n..." he whispers finally, his eyes wide. "did you get my message?" he says, lips tilting in a stupid, forced smile. his voice holds no humor in it's sad thickness, though, and you sigh as you look down to the carpet.

you shake your head, "can you not joke for a minute, rich?"

he laughs wetly, standing up fully and although he towers at 6'0, he looks so small. "i can try, doll, but then i'll start to cry a lot, and that's just not what anybody wants-"

"richie." you say, effectively ceasing his rambling. it's cold in his room, bright white from the snow outside, and silent. he looks at you with huge eyes and a red nose.

but you don't know what to say. you’ve spent so long wanting to be heather, but now you've found out that richie's loved you this whole time. it hurts, but you can't wait another second being away from richie. 

you launch yourself towards him, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down to your mouth.

this time, the kiss is warm, unexpected again but much more loving. it's a kiss that tastes like tears and love and trust, and all you can feel is richie as his hands find purchase on your cheek and back, pulling you so close to him that you can feel is rapid heartbeat.

he pulls back to mumble against your lips, "i'm so sorry." you shake your head, pressing another kiss to his and loving the feeling of richie against you finally. "i love you." you say, feeling his grin against your mouth.

"i love you so much." he says, pulling you lightly to fall onto his bed with him and tickling your sides.

you laugh lightly, swatting at his prodding fingers. "please stop crying." he whispers, laying above you with a small smile. you roll your eyes, "you stop crying rich." you retort, and he shakes his head, one of his tears falling onto your cheek. you jump from the feeling and wipe it away, sniffling a gasp and pulling him into a tight hug, his legs tangling with yours.

“i’m sorry.” he mumbles. you cup his cheeks so his lips pucker out and you smile at him, whispering, “i forgive you, rich. i love you.” and then you place a soft kiss to his lips and he kisses you back enthusiastically.  he pulls back and hugs you again, burrowing himself in your neck. 

"i didn't think i'd ever get you." he says, muffled by his face in your shoulder. "thank you for trusting me. i love you so much." he kisses your collarbone lightly and your fingers play through his curls lightly as you smile, eyes closing. you're so tired.

"i love you more, richie."

you fall asleep with richie curled up beside you, his breath light on your chest and arms clutching you against him. you fall asleep with richie’s lips on your neck, his legs entangled with yours. 

you fall asleep contently, knowing that you no longer have to wish you were heather.

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[ssin-ent]

You're in my mind

Non Requested

inspired by this( thank you for the idea cake anon❤️)

[warning:dom jinyoung, praises, dirty talk, oral(receiving),finger sucking,]

"Aww babe come here"Jinyoung tells you in a soft voice pulling you on his la. You putyour head in the crook of hs neck " Bad day? " he asks you,you nod visibly exhausted as his scent surrounding you and his arms around your waist made you feel at ease.

He makes a sad face and strokes your hair,holding you close to him as he hears you sigh in comfort, your body relaxing in his hold. All you neded was him.

"Do you want me todo something for you ?Can I help you feel better?"

Without futher thinking you just bluntly let out a " Fuck me" with a sigh, you either needed to be fucked numb or to be in his arms and you could have both.

He shrieks but complied, pulling you into a sweet kiss, holding your chin in his fingers, you lean in his hold as you let him control you.

He strokes your cheek with his thumb then he gestured 2 of his digits to your mouth, silently asking you to suck on them.

You livk around them, swirling around the knucles, coating them with saliva as you let yourself get drown in the weight of his fingers on your tongue.

" thats it baby, close your eyes and let go, I'm here now" he says deeply but so softly looking into your eyes . You did, relaxing with a whine, as You imagined it was his dick instead.

Watching you take in his fingers, your warm and wet mouth around him made the tent in his pants grew bigger and he couldn't hold himself back anymore.

He gets you rid of your clothes to insert two of his wet fingers inside of you, making you lean on his chest and moan at the stretch, your mind starting to get empty and full of though of him and only him

He thrusts them in and out ever so slowly ,rubbing them against your walls sweetly to let you feel every inch of his long fingers at each of his movements. You let out long hums of appreciation , loving how his fingers were worshipping you but you needed more so mind absently you grinded back .

"Ho , you like that princess? you like having my fingers deep inside you? you love how good I make you feel don't you?l

He said noticing the grinding of your hips on his hand ,obliging him to accelerate the pace. He's now knucles deep inside you , going at a fast pace, contrasting with the earlier speed .He curls his fingers up and you grip his shoulders, arching your back violently at the feeling of the tip of his fingers rubbing at your sweet spot. Which he stopped to stroke at before pulling his fingers out and drag you to the bedroom, pulling you on all four on the mattress and quickly disguarding himself of his clothes.

He leans over your back, his chest against your spine as he whispershotly to your ear"I'm going to take such good care of you kitten, I'll make you feel so good"

He leaves a trail of wet kisses down your spine until you felt him grab your thighs, spreading them before his mouth latched on your slit, kissing it before licking a long stripe up your clit. He sucks on the engorged nub, you bit your lip and thrust your hip back on his face. As he continued his assault down your entrance, licking with more pressure in it, the tip teasing the opening .

You wiggled your hips and whined an attempt to have more. And it worked , he kissed your clit once more" so sweet" he murmered before thrusting his tongue inside you, your wetness coating his chin as he lapped your cum untill you orgasmed

"You taste so good" he said licking his lips coated with your essence before he lined his cock to your entrance, rubbing the tip against your folds, making you whimper at the teasing action.

He gripped your hips and slowly sinked into you, getting in inch by inch to make you feel all of him, you gasp and he groanned “ so tight”  He squeezes his eyes shut to hold himself from pounding hard into your ass, wnating to focus on making you feel blissful,so he started to thrust in and out slowly.

His eyes focused on the glide of his cock into your thigh heat, making his cock look nice and wet .With a loud growl he thrusted hard into you making you choke out a moan before he accelerated his pace. His hips smacking against your ass as he reached over to wrap a hand around your neck.

“You feel so good around me, always taking my cock so well princess”

you moaned loudly when he smacked your ass with no warning. 

“That’s it moan for me” he said breathly

He slows down his pace, thrusting in one smooth thruatt inside you. His hips now flush agaisnt the skin of your bottoms as he stays there and roll his hips, hitting so deep inside of you as he grindded against you, his hands movea to carress your back making the skin tingle at his touch.

Ke kissed you neck and then your spine“ so fucking beautiful” before pulling you up against his chest, your back hitting his toned torso, you let your head rest on his shoulder, your neck fully exposed for him to mark as his hip snaps back againt your ass, now balls deep inside you. The pace he set up knocking all yhe air out of your lungs aas you open you mouth in a soundless moan. His mouthz attacks your neck with little kisses, and nibbles to the flesh.

His hands carresses your stomach, his warm hands roaming over your skin, before squeezing you breasts, your back arching in his loving touch, moaning lewdly as you came without having time to warn him.

He fucks you untill he comes too, his cum leaks out of you .He postions you on your back, making you in a more comfortable, He leaves kisses down your neck until he reaches in between your thighs, pulling your legs over your legs. You only opened your eyes now, founding him in all his glory, looking breathtaking with his damp dark hair and lips bitten raw. You admire his body, his broad shoulders, toned chest . You got out if your thoughts when you heard him whisper against your ear:

“By the end of the night,the only thing you’ll be able to think of will be me “

[coconutsugacones]

BUGS BIRTHDAY "STASH"

san and I were cuddling on top of the couch, watching tiktoks and giggling, forgetting what personal space meant and then all of a sudden he He lifts up his white shirt off his body and came straight at my neck, attacking m with harsh hickeys

he took my shirt off and went lower and lower, kissing every inch of my skin. Normally I would have screamed at him to stop but these days my hormones have been acting on me and with all my emotions heightened, I start to enjoy it slightly moaning his name while my hans went up to his face he sliD my panties off and started slURPING up my insides like a slushie. It was when he started to suckk on my lil ball of nerves when the front door opened with an ASTrOmOnIcal Amount of force the door open bUrSt open and two clowns ran in. Two plump looking clowns in striped reD was all I saw for a few seconds in my aroused state. It was then I realised it was my two mates.

“just as it was getting good” i whispered to san as we tried to cover ourselves oP because we realized they we’re tryna film us to make a porno tape??. As Mals was trYnnA gesture at me to keep going, her clown nose detached off and rolled on to to sans ass.

mals tried to pick up her clown nose from sans ass but just ended up making it go further in his holé. "ahhh UhG" San let out a moan that I could only describe as something between an anime girl and a construction worker having a wank on his break.

now all 3 of us were gathered around sans ass, trying to get the clown nose outta his ass, we were working aT iT like a group of engineering students trying to fix a brokEn engine. Then rans had the absolutely thrilling idea of facetiming her bouyften Yuri for help getting it out. While I was trying my best to deter her away from that idea (cause hello that's mY BRO) San that mf spilled all his load on the couch

while ihu was busy trying to clean sans white mess up rans quickly called yuri up, knowing he had plently experiences with getting bALLs outta pacific holes

"yes it only works with strawberry ice-cream" we heard Yuri say. with that rans quicky went towards the fridge to look for the said icY GOodnESs. we were all confused with what yuri said, but at this point we were willing to try anYTHING to shimmy that ball out of there

"Shimmy yeah shimyy yeah shimmy yeah all allalassslll" San Started to sing. It was then rona’ came in with a bUCKet of the sweet stuff™️

She guided San to sit in the bucket and thanked the jeezis for his thin hips and snatched waist. The poor bOi was terrified as to why he was in this situation, calling for HOngJoon hyung even though he's hallways across the continent.

I was doing my best to comfort san, because even though he tried to play it off like it was cOOL*wink* i knew his ass was boutta freeze off

"okay next Yuri said we have to have one hand in the bucket with San" rans said "me MEEee" before I or anyone else could say anythinv, mals dunked her whole hands in.

mals instantly regretted dunking her hand in because it was colder than the mf nITROgen filled icecubes chan shoved up her vaheena the order day. Whilst mals was blowing on her hand as if THat will help we heard some pigeons from the balcony.

my whole face lit up when i realized my m8s were here for the rescue!

All three of us had the same idea and we ushered San in all his naked glory towards the balcony. "Okay San trust us this won't take long"

the pigeons gathered around san in a prayer circle and started chanting in some kinda weird oTher woRLDLY language that none of us had heard before. Slowly but surely the red nose started to slip out of san. This resulted in some ass simulations for the bOi and he stared get hard again, the moans now louder and echoing though the empty street

they all started to cheer clAP in joy, finally the ball was out! but wait what was that-

THE PIGEONS HAD ACCIDENTALLY SUMMONED SATURN 🪐

And there was Saturn! Makinb his way downtown.

san started whIMpering in fear as he didn’t want another ball anywhere nEaR his ass after that traumatizing incident. So we all headed back inside and the pigeon follows us in probably wanting a snack for their hard work. RAns wasnt having any of it and dragged each pigeon one by one by their wings outside and made them drink the now melted ice cream from the bucket.

ihus cancer ass didn’t want her m8s to be drinking anymore of her fiancés gREASE and led them into her bed to sleep, because after all without them san would prolly still have a ball in his ass. The pigeons were all drenched in the pink liquid but they all laid down on my bed like the good slavs they were. as i put the piegeons to resting, i realized we had to do suMN about this wandering satURN 🪐

I went out to sitting room to discuss what we should do about saturn and nealrh choked out sans cum from last night case there was saturn, leaning against the kitchen door just chilling on one leg

“sup ladies” saturn beybe-nim said with a wiNK as he started to hoP towards us

"soo I was thinkinnn" Saturn started with his gay ass voice as he sat down at our table and started helping himslef to sum mashuni and roshi. before saturn could help himself to more of MY food i was coming @ him but then san pushed me aside and started walkin towards sAturn, dick first, at full speed.

"Omg I totally forgot about sans demon kink!" Mals exclaimed taking out her camer and going behind the couch for that "angle" or watever..

san didn’t heard her aNd tRIPPED on the ground, dick in fULL erection and this was when Saturns gay ass Approached him to sing "hey I just met you and this is crazy but hears my number so call me maybe" but san got propelled towards the ceiling from bouncing of top of dick

I had ENOUGH of him flirting with MY mans and went over there and slapped saturn across his smug face.

Saturn immediately burst into tears saying something about how "none of god's niggas can be gay in peace" but the real cAtASrophe was his tears were absolutely boiling hot and dissolving the living room rug

at that moment, san knew EXACTLY what he had to do before the whole place melted into nothing. He laid down in submission, ass up as mouth open for saturn-sunbaenims tears.

saturn immidiAtly stopped cRYING and came over and slAPPED sans ass, at this point we knew we were overpOwERED by saturn and had to let him have his way if we wanted to live.

Even though I would have never been okay with it I decided to let Saturn have a quickie with my mans.this whole thing was unfair and it was supposed to be MY bIrdthay.

My girlies were comforting me and all of a sudden saturn peeled his face off to reveal he was acTUALLY WOOYOUNG all along and said “no homo bro”

"wOOOYOJnG I'm AbOUTTA KILL YOu" I screamed while going after him with ae fruit knife.

then san turned towards me and repeated a quote by the god herself “it’s not cheating if it’s your soulmate”

At This point i had had enough and scrmead at EvErONe to leave so I can go back to my room and chill in the AC with my pink m8s

while i was having some time with the m8s I realized it wasn’t really sans fault, and he only did it to save all of us. Wooyoung was to blame! did he think this was funny to do on my special day?? me and the m8s were discussing a plan to prAnK him bacc. I knew San and all of the clowns were taking refuge in my parents room so I headed there

when i went in i looked around and didn’t see anyone?? was i blind? I could’ve sworn i heard them in there. Then I went to the balcony and saw rans giving wooyoung the actUAl devil a blowjob so I quickly turned around and saw San and mols on top of the ceiling fan.

this made me even more mad! before i could address any of the problems that were going on my m8s quickly flew in to coMMeNse THe plAn. They grabbed onto wooyoung and started flyING him out of the house as fast as they could and I turned to him and said “if you wanna be saturn so bad go live in space”

My m8s unbottomed his shirt and started to fly him out almsot naked. I laughed to myslef cause he'd be having his purple nips out for the public to see. everyone stopped doing what they were doin and came out to thr balcony to see wooyoung being launched into space. But I wasn’t done with them yet! rans was cheating on yuri, san kinda cheated on me but not really? and mols probably invoted wooyOUNg here in yhe forst place.

I called for a group gathering and picked up the melted ice-cream goo with all my might and threw it on towards the traitors.

they finally got what they deserved! or did they? I looked at them and realized they were kinda elEcTRICUTING?? what the actual fuck they weren’t my friends this whole time but ROBOTS.

I gasped and took a step back in disbelief. Were they the AI robots KQ sEan kIm-nim talked about? But how did he actually manage to make and send them here?

i was so relieved but scared at the same time, at least it wasn’t my friends doing all of theese shenanigans but where were my ACTUAL frens.

The robots were now going going haywire in my living room and I was left to my own devices (literally) to clean it up and somehow get rid of them before my parents cake back.I concentrated all my negative energy on them and actually managed to throw them out of the balcony

They landed on the street and dissipated into thin air. I heard a loud elphephantd noise and looked up to see balcony San but now he looks even more like real San!

every thing was such a mess and i knew I couldn’t do it alone so i called him over to help me clean up and maybe sneak out to fiNd my real frens after that

He did a lil salute and ran straight to my house. I was extremely glads that he didn't reject me but honestly thou I did my hair the night before and was feeling like a bOUjee bitch WHo COULD deNy Me AAhA

we quickly cleaned up and went to look for the huMAN m8s

Whilst we were walking his hand slowly slipped into mine and I almost gagged on mylsef.

then I remembered sAN and how dissapeted he would be and sadly broUGHT ma hans back to myself and went aloNG. Balcony San started talking bout how he was a new trainee ata Japanese company-

we wandered along to this dark, kinda scary lookin hALL? all the lights were off and I couldn’t see anything. My clumoy ass slipped in the shiny tiles and balcony chan was too busy talking about CoLOr changing pigeons to notice it

as i helped myself up, balcony san pushed me into this bALL piT and all the lights turned on! then i saw my m8s and as i was gonna run towards them to hUg them i realized they decorated the whole place for ma borthday!!.my HUMAN m8s, rona, mols and sAN that is akakka

There was this huge redvelvet cake and a small lil stage to the side. When the stage lightings cam on I SAW MF Ikon and they started singing their songs but rock version with AcTUAl live drums and guitars. then all of the ateez members also came up from backstage and they all started singing together. San gestured atme to come up

Ateeze and ikom collabed to make me a birthday ballad song and I was fully bawling my eyes out while stuffing the caked in. From the corners of my eyes j saw rans and mals having a swimming battle on the marbled tiles.

i brought them all in for a group hug, even wet ol rans and mols and i thanked them for this amazing gift! this shore was a birthday to remember

[taetaes-kitten]

Sins of the Flesh | Jungkook Werewolf AU | SMUT/angst | part 1?

A/n: … I have no shame… sexual content. Some choking. Not much werewolf stuff, but I’m thinking of doing a part 2. Let me know what you think~ Words: 2, 918

Your phone ringing woke you up, but it wasn’t unexpected. Glancing at the caller ID, you saw it was Jungkook. This was nothing new, he would call you any hour of the day, if he had something to say to you, with no consideration of if you were working, sleeping, or on a date.

Speaking of your problematic best friend, you’d been having the nicest dream of his head between your thighs. Over the past month or so you’d been having fantasies about him, but you assumed they would fade with time if you didn’t act on them. So, you put your phone under your pillow and huffed, hoping to fall back into your deep sleep, and the dream that had your mind groggy with arousal.

Until you heard the pounding on the front door.

“What the fuck?” You sat up, reaching under your pillow for your phone, right as it lit up once again with Jungkook’s name. You quickly answered his call as the beating on the door got louder.

“Kookie, there’s someone-” Your quiet tone was cut off.

“Open the door, Y/n,” Jungkook nearly growled into the phone, causing your breath to catch. What was going on? The beating on the door had stopped when you answered the phone.

“What is happening? Is that you beating down my door? What the fuck is wrong with you?” You heard him sigh and take a deep breath before speaking.

“Will you just come open the door? Please? I need to talk to you.” You started to answer him before realizing he’d hung up. Grumbling, you threw the blankets off of you and stood up, checking the time. 2:18 AM. You rolled your eyes and began walking towards the door, flipping on the lamp in your living room, filling the room up with dim yellow lighting. At the door, you threw it open to reveal your sweaty best friend, panting and leaning on the door frame for support.

“Jungkook, what-” Once again you were cut off by Jungkook, but this time in a different way. As soon as you’d made eye contact you saw his pupils grow very large, to the point that they were a bit scary. He charged into your home, shutting the door and pushing you up against it and before you knew what was happening he was in your face, angry.

“You have got to be fucking joking,” he spat at you, his dark eyes meeting yours. “I came here to ask for your help. I was going to- fuck!” He ran a hand through his hair, looking up to the ceiling before meeting your eyes again. Jungkook took a shaky breath, starting again. “I was going to explain some things to you, but I get here and you smell like this?”

“Were you asleep?” He stuck his face into the crook of your neck, one hand on the door beside your head. He inhaled deeply a few times, and without moving from his position, began speaking again. “What were you dreaming about?” His hot breath on your neck made you shudder, which in turn made him chuckle darkly. You were still frozen in place, your eyes wide.

“W-what are you doing? What’s gotten into you?” Your voice sounded breathless and weak. He lifted his head and made eye contact with you once more.

“Y/n,” he murmured, tucking your hair behind your ear. He was watching your face under heavy lids. “I’m going to kiss you,” he whispered, his lips just centimeters from your own. Before you could say anything he pressed his mouth to yours, his hand leaving the door to grip the back of your neck firmly, the other hand resting on the small of your back.

For just a moment, you reciprocated. For a moment, you let yourself get lost in one of your fantasies, lost in the way he was pressing his body closer and closer to yours, seemingly desperate for your touch. When your hands tangled in his hair and tugged, he groaned into your mouth. Somehow, that sound brought you back into the present moment. You caught him off guard, shoving him off you and glaring at him. He took a step toward you, agitation clear on his face, but you jogged away, putting distance between you.

“Jeon Jungkook! What has gotten into you? Why.. why are you acting this way?” You’d regained some amount of sanity, assessing him from across the room. He stopped stalking towards you like some kind of predator, instead opting to rake his eyes all the way down your body. He started with your messy hair, moved down over your heaving chest, and stopped where your large black t-shirt met the top of your thighs. “Jungkook!” His dark gaze went back up to yours. “Care to tell me what yhe hell is going on?” He blinked a few times and then looked away from you, his jaw clenched.

He ran a hand over his face, groaning loudly. Without looking at you, he walked to the couch and sat down, still refusing to make eye contact. You took a moment to assess him, now that he wasn’t looking at you. Some of his hair was stuck to his sweaty forehead, the same sweat that made his black, silky button up shirt cling to his muscular frame in the best way imaginable. Of course this was tucked into skin tight black jeans. Those were the only pants he seemed to own, ones that accentuated his muscular thighs. Bringing it all together, a pair of black combat boots. You tried to remember when he started wearing all black all the time, but you couldn’t. It wasn’t an issue though, because he looked good enough to eat.

Shaking your head, you started to make your way over to him. As soon as your legs began moving, his head turned towards you and he frowned, stopping you in your tracks.

“Go put some pants on, please,” he said in a gravelly tone.

“Oh… right. Okay,” you mumbled, turning and rushing out of the room. “What the fuuuuuuck,” you whispered once your door was shut behind you. Your hands were a little shaky as you slid on some leggings, taking a deep breath before returning to the living room. Jungkook was like a statue, staring straight ahead with his hands in his lap. You sat beside him, giving him about a foot of space between you. “So, erm,” you began awkwardly, unsure of where to look. “You said there was something you wanted to talk about?”

He didn’t respond, instead he continued to stare straight ahead, refusing to acknowledge you. You shifted towards him, placing a hand on his thigh to draw his attention to you. He went rigid, his eyes going down to your hand. He stared at it, and you stared at him, thoroughly confused.

“Jungko-” He grabbed your wrist with one hand, using the other to push you down into the couch. He brought your other wrist above your head, holding them there with one hand and using his other arm to hold himself above you. His body was pressed against yours and the air was thick with tension as he stared down at your flushed face. That’s when he unexpectedly let out a loud whine, pushing his face back into your neck.

“Why are you doing this to me?” He murmured into your neck, sounding defeated. He was quiet for a moment, just breathing. Then you felt his tongue on your neck, working in small circles. Then his teeth, nipping gently. When he bit a certain spot you let out a small moan, your body arching up into his. He pulled back to grin at you. “Who knew you were so responsive, Y/n?”

“Shut up and let go of my arms,” you grumbled, pinching his arm as soon as your hands were free. He only laughed, moving back into your neck. You didn’t stop to think about the repercussions of your actions as you slid one hand into his hair, the other onto his arm to grip his bicep. When your nails dug into his arm he moaned, the sound making your lace underwear grow damp with arousal. He froze for just a second, taking a deep breath and shuddering against you. You moved so that your legs were on either side of his, the hem of his jeans pressing against your core. On your thigh you felt his hard length, so you teased him by lifting your hips up to press against his.

“Y/n-ah,” he groaned out your name. Your plan to tease him backfired when he began dry humping you with slow, hard thrusts against your core. You gasped loudly before your mouth was covered with his own, working hotly against your lips. His tongue was in your mouth, roughly exploring before tangling against yours wildly. The kiss was animalistic, with him pressing into you as close as he could, his hips rocking in tiny thrusts, just enough to stimulate your clit. To say he had thoroughly wrecked you would be an understatement.

“J-Jungkook,” you mumbled, separating your lips and turning away from his face to try and break away for a moment. He only moved back to your neck, one hand coming up to play with your sensitive chest through your t shirt. He pinched one of the sensitive buds, thrusting against you particularly roughly at the same time. “Fuck! Jungkook, please,” you yelled out before remembering why you broke away from him in the first place. “Wait.” He stopped on your command, looking at you with hooded eyes. “Let’s go to the bedroom.” He smirked, not saying anything in return as he stood up. You let out a squeal as you felt yourself lifted into the air and thrown over his shoulder.

“I’ve never told you this, but I’ve thought it many times. You have a fantastic ass,” he said, slapping it on the way to your room. He tossed you onto the bed like you weighed nothing, beginning to unbutton his shirt. “Strip,” he ordered, snapping you out of your stare that was fixed on his muscular abdomen. You made quick work of lifting your shirt above your head and lying back to wiggle out of your leggings. As soon as you tossed your panties away he was on you again, running his hands over any part of you he could reach. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this? You smell so fucking good right now. I want to eat you up… but that’ll have to wait for another time,” he growled in your ear, sliding off of you and flipping you onto your side.

Jungkook had always been extra gentle with you, this side of your friend was totally new to you. He just tossed you however he liked, moving you to fit his needs. He was behind you, lifting one of your legs up and resting it over his own. To be honest, you’d never been in this position, his chest flush to your back, his breath hot in your ear. You were totally exposed, breath coming in quick gasps.

“Are you ready for me?” His voice was a whisper, one hand running from the knee that was propped up on his legs to your inner thigh, pausing before moving where you needed him most. “So wet, just for me.” He rubbed your clit in slow circles, reveling in the way you groaned out his name. “You were already wet when I got here, I could smell it.” Smell it? You were confused, but before you could voice your question he continued. “Why? Weren’t you sleeping?”

“I- I was dreaming,” you managed to get out, your hips trying to push forward into his hand. You shut your eyes tight, embarrassed at the words leaving your mouth. “I was dreaming about you- about your mouth- Jungkook please!” He was moving his hand faster, pressing his hard cock against your ass, trying to find some kind of friction. “I need you inside me, please,” you moaned out and he froze, removing his hand from your clit.

He grabbed his erection and you felt him pump it a few times before sliding it up against your slit, the head resting against your clit. He was teasing you.

“What did you say you wanted? I didn’t hear you.”

“You- your cock inside me. Please, Jungkook. Don’t tease me. I need you so badly.” You were on the verge of tears. Your words had some affect on him because he stopped all movement, then his hand went back to his dick, lining it up with your entrance. He pushed in slowly, moaning loudly at the sensation. Your breath was caught in your throat, the pleasure overwhelming. “Oh, Kookie.”

“Fuck, y/n. You’re so tight,” he whined, moving slowly, letting you get used to his size. He was filling you up perfectly, and you felt each slow thrust down to your toes. He started to speed up, his mouth going back to your ear. “Is it good? Is this what you want?”

“Yes, Jungkook. S-so good.” His forearm pressed against your thigh, holding you in place, and you felt his hand sliding down from your belly, over your mound, before pressing two fingers against your clit. You yelled out his name, making him grunt and move faster. The way he was pounding into you was jarring your body, creating friction where his hand was pressing down on you. “It’s too much- I- ah!” He started thrusting into you ever faster, his breath hot on your ear.

“Are you close? Do you want to come all over my cock?” You let out a loud moan, nodding. His other arm that had been under you began to move, coming around so that his hand was on your neck. He started to squeeze lightly, constricting your air flow. You were jerking wildly agsinst him, the pleasure too much to handle. Jungkook gripped your neck tighter and you closed your eyes, something inside you snapping.

Your orgasm rocked through you and you let out a silent scream, Jungkook still pounding into you. Your walls clenched his cock over and over as you rode out your orgasm. When he released your neck you gasped for air, seeing stars. He pulled out of you, climbing over you and flipping you onto your back. You watched in a daze and he pumped himself with quick strokes, occasionally digging his thumb into the tip.

“Spread your legs, let me see you.” You just nodded, spreading your thighs so he could see the mess he’d made of you. “Oh, fuck. Fuck!” His eyes rolled back into his head and you sat up quickly, swatting his hand away and taking him into your mouth. “Jesus, y/n! Just like that,” he moaned, grabbing a fist full of your hair and thrusting into your mouth. Tears started falling from your eyes and you gagged, but you ignored the pain and focused on your breathing. He came hard, rocking his hips into your abused throat. You swallowed the bitter, salty liquid as it shot out. He finally pulled out and bent down, pulling you into a sweet kiss. “Wow.”

He pulled you down onto the bed with him, pulling you into his chest.

“We need to get cleaned up,” he murmured, but your eyes were alrwady closed.

Jungkook shook you awake, and you opened your eyes, shutting them immediately and groaning at the bright light. You heard him curse and then gently push you off him. He got up off the bed and you opened your eyes and smiled at the sight of him getting dressed. Something was wrong, though. Your smile slipped away as you noticed his body language and his angry muttering.

“Kookie? What’s wrong?” You wrapped the bedsheet around you, standing up and walking behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He shoved it away angrily. “Jungkook?”

“How could I have done something so stupid? I can’t stop fucking up. All I do is make mistakes,” he grunted angrily. He buttoned his shirt and turned to face you. “Why did I do it? I’m such an idiot.”

To say you felt hurt by his words would be an understatement. A mistake? Stupid? You turned away when you felt tears gathering in your eyes. He called to you but you ignored him, picking up your clothes and getting dressed in the bathroom. A few tears slipped out and you took a deep breath, wiping them away. He was standing where you left him, looking utterly miserable beside the bed.

“I want you to leave Jungkook.” You wouldn’t look at him.

“Leave? Why? I still need to talk to you.” He sounded confused but you didn’t bother to explain, instead pushing him backwards, making him almost lose his footing.

“Just go. I get it. You made a mistake. It was stupid. Now leave. I don’t want to look at your face.” You’d started to cry. “Damn it. Just go.”

“Wait! That’s not-”

“Get out, Jungkook!” You were almost screeching. It was silent for a few seconds.

“Fucking fine. I’ll go. But we’re not done here,” Jungkook said angrily. He spun on his heel, slamming your front door on his way out.

You took a deep breath, sitting down on your bed with a sigh. The crying started slowly, progressing into violent sobs that racked your frame. How the fuck had you let this happen?

…should I do a part 2? I want to… I want it to have more werewolf-y stuff in it