#I wanna climb onto his lap n sleep there LMFAO

[boba-beom]

every time I start to think abt beomgyu something comes up 🧍🏻‍♀️

the something in question:

[prettynxsty]

Stirring the Hooch 🍷

Domme!Reader x Sub!Jin

Warnings: Morning sex, jin has a pussy, consumption of booze and drunkenness, graphic mentions of vomiting, appearance of ot7, dirty talk, jin is a little bossy, y/n has a big ass dick, use of noona/hyung in a non sexual way, a little bit of cum play, creampie, partially clothed sex.

A/N: Vacation sex with just a liiiiittle bit of plot lmfao. There’s no facefucking because i was worried that it was getting too long. Anyway, enjoy.

You all but crashed out of bed this morning, landing on your hands and knees with a muted thump. You would’ve patted yourself on the back for even managing to strip and change your clothes for bed last night, but you felt like you were still drunk.

You should have regretted everything that happened, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. You plant your palms on the floor, rocking yourself forward and will yourself to start crawling. You knock your yoga mat away from your bags, watching the little purple tube bounce until it goes still.

You slap your hand over it, messily swatting it open. You crawl over it with a sigh and position yourself over the mat. It should have been a bad memory.

_

The table was 3 rounds of shots in before the waitress kindly reminded you that bottomless mimosas were only 5 dollars. Eyebrows rose around in a wave, sharing a devilish look of agreement. It was vacation, wasn’t it?

Something crazy began to leak out of your ears when you decided to cash in.

Namjoon was the first to throw himself to his feet, climb on the booth and begin dancing. Jimin whoops to the beat in encouragement, clumsily scrambling up on his chair to join his hyung.

Yoongi gets this strange look in his eye, dumping himself over Hoseok’s shoulder. They howled in laughter until Yoongi was crying. Actually crying.

What pleasantly surprised you the most is when Yoongi kneeled on the booth, facing away from the other side of the table, and began to shake his ass in a way that you wouldn’t have expected from him.

Jungkook’s faith was tested today, usually as the one who finishes everyone else's food, he decided to polish off the rest of everyone’s glasses.

Your sight of the world is stilted, moving in colored frames. You hear the noise of a bit of crashing and chair shifting, turning to see Jin. His sandals slap noisily against the floor as he barrels onto the dance floor, into the middle of the crowd.

Taehyung is bouncing up and down in his seat, shouting adlibs to the sound, pumping his hand in the air. You allow your head to fall forward, shoulders bouncing with a slow bout of laughter that makes your whole body bounce.

_

You slide your hands backward until they reach your knees, flipping your palms. You take a slow breath in, resting your forehead against the floor. You feel a dancing in your spine, your body so desperately wants to sway to sound that is not heard. The spirits must dance amongst themselves, you must return to yourself, to the terran world.

_

The same translucent lasso wraps around your arms and squeezes them to your sides. A burning call. You’re apt to rise when you’re full of this feeling, the pull is something indescribable. It crawls from the soles of your feet, causing them to tap. It races through you, your shoulders are swaying like a pendulum.

Deny yourself, you will not. You flew, tripping over the flat of the ground and blitz into the crowd to dance.

_

You breathe out slowly, flipping your palms and walking them forward. Your torso follows until your hips carefully nestle on the mat. Like sizzling wisps of smoke, the tightness knotted in you began to dissipate. You stretch your shoulders backward, gentle snaps and pops bursting in the air due to the tension knotted into your limbs like loops pulled too tight.

_

You’re screaming to every second beat, the world below is more than a reach away. Your legs are swinging through the gap between Namjoon and Jungkook’s shoulders. It feels as if the whole building is bouncing with you, your sanity went back to the home to rest.

_

You tilt your hips forward, leaning your weight onto the balls of your feet before rising into downward dog. Your lower back clicks, a rattling groan of relief shivers its way out of your mouth. You were finally beginning to feel your clothes against your body.

Your cock hangs limply out of one of the leg holes of your tiny shorts, scrunched up to your inner thighs. Your breasts sway gently, peering their way through the large holes of your oversized tank top. There was no reason that you wore that thing to bed, you usually woke up with a breast hanging out somehow.

_

It was a wonder you weren’t kicked out. You had no idea who paid for dinner, the amount would feel exorbitant. Nonetheless, a vacation should be indulgent.

Despite everyone being so ridiculously inebriated, you managed to concur that taking a taxi would be more trouble than it was worth since nobody was sober enough.

The villa was only a few blocks away anyway.

You hardly made it two block away from the place before everything seemed to fall into itself. Jimin dumped himself on the curb to take off his shoes even though he was only wearing sandals. Jungkook tripped his way over to the trash can on the corner as quickly as he could for someone who was plastered.

He grips handfuls of his shirt to hold it out of the way, even when drunk he was still meticulous. He retches weakly.

Risotto wasn’t nearly was beautiful or decadent when it came back out. Twenty-plus dollars directly into the bin on the city street. He gags so forcefully that he misses for a split second, a bit of cream colored mush dripping over the side before wetly splashing over the rest of the discarded garbage inside.

“Oh gawd- let’s go get him something.” Hoseok misses at patting your shoulder, but grabs your hand to drag you across the empty street to the convenience store on the other side.

You tried to straighten up when the cooler air washes over you, but your eyes were still very bleary. You stop by the baked goods and grab him a delicious yeasty smelling twisted donut and a ginger ale.

Hoseok stumbles up to the counter beside you, plopping a few bags of chips on it. “The salt will settle his tummy,” he explains quickly.

You give him a goofy smile, shaking your head and hand the cashier a little over exact change in cash. You gently push their hand away when they offer back the remaining coins, scooping up your items and head on your way.

You return across the street to Jimin struggling to stay awake from where he sat on the curb, Yoongi and Taehyung quietly hugging, Jin staring into the void of stars, and Namjoon showering kisses over Jungkook’s forehead.

“My poor Googoo,” he wails dramatically. Jungkook puckers his lips, prompting a raspy shriek from the older as he stumbles away. Jungkook chuckles, spreading his arms wide in request of an embrace.

You cringe, holding out the donut and drink with an awkward smile. It wasn’t as if he reeked of vomit, you just preferred for him to settle his stomach first.

“Googieeee~!” Hoseok shrieks, nearly tripping over the curb before hugging the younger man.

“Thank you Noona.” Jungkook pouts from over Hoseok’s shoulder, clumsily taking the items from your hand.

_

You turn your torso to the side, shifting your left foot forward into a lunge. You raise your arm with a slow breath inward, shifting your weight accordingly.

Jin was beautiful even when he snored all night, he was propped against the pillows like Snow White in her glass case. He’d opened his eyes quite a bit ago, silently watching you stretch yourself out.

“You look really tempting when you do that, babe.” He rasps.

Your impenetrable focus is shattered, causing you to cover your face with an incredulous laugh. “Before breakfast?”

“Hell yeah before breakfast, I don’t just wanna look, I wanna touch. Come here.”

“You’re still drunk too, huh?”

“There are a lot of times that I’m insatiable, but I want it right now.”

His assertiveness always sends a funny little churn through your belly.

You slowly shift the weight of your body onto your feet and stand. Not as heavy or dizzy as before, but a different tingling began to set inside of you. Your glance down, reaching to unfurl your shorts.

“Uh-uh, leave them like that.” He gives you a smile that’s absolutely devilish, shoving the sheets away from his lap. “Come to mama.”

It dawns on you as you approach the bed that he must’ve snatched up your shirt to sleep. It rode up his belly just a little, leading way to his light blue slip.

You plant your hands on the mattress, crawling in between his thighs. He leans forward, placing his hands on your hips and gently rubbing your sides. You cup his face, gently combing through his messy black tufts with your fingers.

His eyes scrunch up with a giddy chuckle, his neck was still flushed. Not quite as much as dark juice that leaks from berries gnashed between teeth. But rather the breath of age that colored ripened flesh of fruit from taught and pale shells surrounding infant seeds.

You imagined him as your first cabernet.

You were home alone. There was never any alcohol in the cabinets, not within your reach. However there was one bottle that sat on the highest shelf that’d begun to haunt your mind.

You thought about him day and night, wondering if you should be so daring as to wrap your fingers around the cork and pluck it out.

The bottle was dark, not so much as black, but an impenetrable brown of iodine or creamless coffee.

You stood in the pantry, door closed behind you as if there would be a soul to see. You rise with the aid of a little black stool, carefully grabbing the ruby red scarf wrapped around the bottle’s neck.

The pop of the remaining forth of the cork causes your breathing to break away. Dare it be said this noise was foreign, not yet attributed to merriment and celebration for you.

You raise the bottle to your lips and pour it in. The mouth feel is heavier than water, nothing unsettling.

Your tongue begins to glitter in a way you cannot determine if it’s unpleasant or lovely. Effervescence. Armoracia assaults your tongue, strangling with a fruitiness.

Your brows furrow, trampled all is with acridity. Your throat seems to close, denying entry to such drink, warming the back of your nostrils. With a thick noise, you manage to swallow it. A strange trail of fire roasts a trail over the back of your esophagus before heating the pool of your stomach.

Your adolescent tongue was unable to accord with this experience. Turned away, you squeeze the cork back in the bottle and return it to where it rest before and exit the pantry.

He, before you, a taste of wine that prompted you to have another sip. You couldn’t help but polish him off over and over again. His well never ran dry.

You kiss him with a soft hum. You imagine the taste of mature grapes. His lips push against yours hungrily, flexing and relaxing like the yielding of fruit under your teeth.

From the spring, you made him feel refreshed and clear. God himself ran your droplets from the glacier and straight into his cup.

He drank from many places, many streams. You were of the first, the only to cleanse and wash his palate.

Your depth, your minerals, mellowed his harshness, his sting. No longer rousing spirits, he bestows joy amongst all.

Your hand slips from his hair, landing gently on his shoulder. Your fingertips roll into the thick of his shoulder, squeezing it as he slips his tongue through your lips.

He reaches up the leg of your shorts, wrapping his hand around your warm shaft. He’s priming you to fuck him, to use him like some breeding buck.

He jerks his hand slowly but firmly. You groan into his mouth, nearly squirming at the sensation of your foreskin rolling and stretching over the tip of your cock.

Your hand drops from his shoulder, fingers dipping their way under his panties. His croon tingles the seam of your mouth as you slip your fingers in between his outer lips and spread them apart.

It was as if he shocked you, you pull from his lips with a wet smack to catch your breath. He always made you feel so crazy. Jin smiles, slowly thumbing at your tip.

The tip of your tongue heavily slips from your gums to sweep away the deeper notes on your bottom lip.

He hesitates not to drink of your spring, leaning in and draws your tongue between his mouth with a greedy swallow. Flushing and blooming, your belly burns just as your first taste did.

His lengthy fingers slip under your night shirt, curling around the heft of your breast. He releases your mouth with a full sigh of satisfaction.

You lift your fingers to your mouth, sweeping away his pussy juice with your tongue. You hum from the pit of your gut, you could taste the fruit of the land already. The musky aroma of papaya and melon, added tang of pineapple, the earthy, milkiness of coconut.

“I wanna do it raw,” he breathes as his knuckles gently close around and twist your nipple. You glance up at him, slipping your slick fingers out of your mouth and dig them back under the hem of his undergarments.

You never did it with condoms anyway, but he never failed to grasp his chance to set your blood asunder. You drag the tips of your fingers over his inner lips, stretching and spreading them. You drag your middle finger along the seam of his petals, swirling it around his hole and gently digging it against his clit.

He hisses, rolling his hips in hopes you’d give him more.

“Did you hear me?”

He releases his grip on your breast, cupping your chin and guiding you to meet his eyes.

“I want you to fuck me raw, that means I want you to cum inside of me.” His following moan is a beautiful titter as he drags the thick of his tongue over your lips, kissing you noisily. He releases the grip of your cock, wiggling forward to lay back against the bed.

He was only ever so demanding when he was itching for you to make a mess of him. As he moves to make simple work of his panties, you take note to do the same and rid yourself of your own bottoms.

You wiggle off of the bed, wiggling your shorts down to your ankles.

“You’re so bossy today. You’re gonna need to slobber on it first, Jinnie.”

His heart seizes, bursting into a shower of pretty pink butterflies. His cunt flutters immediately at the sonority that coats your voice in viscous amber.

He quickly walks his hands forward, shifting toward the end of the bed and rolling onto his tummy. He needlessly pretties himself for you, combing his hair away from his forehead. His eyes are positively twinkling as he rests his chin on the mattress.

“It’d be quite the inconvenience if one of the others were to come in and see me cramming my dick into your mouth,” you click your tongue. You place your hand on his head, lovingly stroking his cheek with your thumb. “Maybe I should use this mouth more often, it’s much quieter.”

He furrows his brows, inhaling quickly to fix you with a response.

Your resolve crumbles with your face scrunching up in amusement. “Okay! Okay! Don’t say anything, open your mouth.”

He makes a face, cutting his eyes at you as you grab ahold of your shaft and position it at his mouth.

_

“Fuck, fuck.. Turn around, let me see your pussy.” You step backward to free yourself from his mouth, trying to catch your breath.

He licks his swollen, slobbery lips with a smile and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Jin turns slowly, propping himself up on his knees. You took an unsteady breath inward to ask about his well being, but when he presented himself, you understood immediately.

His cunt was fully in bloom between his thighs, fatter, puffier. Healthily flushed and glistening, you clap your hand over his ass.

He whines, couldn’t you see the syrupy drips and trails clinging to his inner thighs?

You push his ass up with your palm, admiring how his pussy stretched and trembled. You decidedly slip your thumb just barely in between his lips and swirl your finger through his arousal.

You grip the base of your cock with your other hand and press it up against his hole. The upper half of his body relaxes instantly, slumping against the bed with a croon that sends chills spidering over your heated flesh.

You rock forward gently, pushing your way inside of him. Jin takes to you without hesitation, pulsing and squeezing around you.

“This fucking-” you clap your hand over his ass with more force “-cunt is always so good to me,” you growl.

He mewls when you bottom out, rolling your hips forward to push deeper into him.

You rear back, easily building your pace inside of him. You move your grip to taking tight handfuls of the shirt that rolled up his back, yanking him back against you with each thrust inward.

Each moan of his began long and drawn out like the soft calls of the loon under nightfall. You prop your foot up on the bed frame, planting yourself more firmly to set a stronger pace.

The noise of your skin clapping together began to bounce off of the walls, rocking to bed to which he gripped so dearly.

You allow yourself to fall astray of control, pounding into him with deep, sharp strikes. His moans quickly evolve into frantic wails, his voice catches in his throat each time you drag him away from squirming into the escape.

You cease only for a moment to allow him to catch his breath, to which his forehead drops against the sheets with a muted rustle.

A second was efficient enough, you shift your foot and plant it more firmly before you continue your assault on his poor pussy.

He whines something at you, muffled.

“What was that?” You purr, continuing to jerk your hips shamelessly. Your moans rise and flow from your lips like a steady spring.

He manages to lift his head, thrashing it with a keen when you plunge in just a bit harder than before. It was so hard to speak when you kept knocking the breath out of his lungs. “You’re too deep inside,” he whines, unable to control the moans squeezing through his noisy panting.

“It’s too deep?” You coo, feeling your lips curl in a slight smile when you watch his messy head of black hair bob up and down.

“Roll over so I can play with your pussy,” you slow your relentless thrusts and gently move back until your cock flops wetly out of his hole.

He slumps almost completely when you pull out of him, weakly propping his palms up and laying down. Use of his legs was reasonably impossible as of now, which you quickly noted. “Move back a little,” he scoots himself backward almost pitifully.

If you weren’t almost painfully hard, you’d be more willing to let him take a break. You climb onto the bed and straddle his right thigh, propping the left over your shoulder.

You nudge yourself in between his lips, guiding your shaft until it catches against his sloppy hole. He whimpers, dropping his head back when you push your way in. His pussy accommodates you with an indecent squish.

You wrap your arm around the leg thrown over your shoulder, rocking into him. You peer down at him, his eyes were still glassy from your abuse of his throat. Your breath hitches in your throat as you jerk your hips forward, the clap of your balls against the back of his ass echoes louder.

“I wish you knew what you do to me,” you sigh hotly through teeth clenched. Your molars grind together as you return to pistoning inside of him, mashing your pelvis into his.

He was foolish enough to tilt his hips forward, the entire bed rocks pitifully as a testament to its modern craftsmanship.

Jin was flushed down to his chest, puckered lips flapping with each noisy gasp. He felt so light, he couldn’t tell if he were near fainting.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” he yelps. He is barely able to lift his hands and shove his shirt around to play with his nipples.

You gently stretch his mound toward him, stroking your thumb around the spongy flesh near his clit. His shriek catches on the back of his tongue, you feel yourself begin to burn and melt.

Ruby red drips of wax cooling against a marble counter.

You nearly pull out of him on instinct, gripping the base of your dick with an ugly whimper. Your body seizes, rigid as you begin to cum.

You can hardly hear his breath in your ears over the sound of your heartbeat, your own moans are high and shaking.

You pull away from him with a rattling breath, unleashing a few final weak spurts against his folds.

You struggle to regulate your own rhythm, clumsily slipping your fingers in his sloppy cunt to spread your cum around. He whines, swatting at your hand.

“Heh,” your chest bounces weakly, “we were probably so loud.”

“I’m too tired to nag you, but I could’ve died.”

“Oh hush, we need to get ready soon.”

He gives you a crazy look before dropping his head back down and motioning you toward the door. “It’s not like you broke my legs or anything.”

_

“When do we get our turn?” Jimin calls from the dining room with a telling smile.

You stop cold in the entryway of the hall, turning to see the table full of your friends. They erupt in whooping laughter that causes you to continue hurrying on your way to run the bath. None of them should have even been alive at that hour, not with how they were last night.

“Nah, come back! I didn’t know Seokjin-Hyung could hit those kinds of notes!” Namjoon calls after you, cackling.

[jean-kayak]

Crazy Coincidence

Summary: Of course, the guys that you sleep with all know each other

Pairing: Seijoh 4 x black!fem!reader

Warnings: smut (18+!!), fivesome, implied anal fingering, vaginal fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, double penetration, blowjob, face fucking, it’s literally just filth with like little plot LMFAO

Word Count: 2785

A/N: Y’ALL, i do NOT know where this came from, but please I hope you enjoy this lmaooo, and yes i did have reader penetrated with the biggest and thickest dicks out of the seijoh 4 at the same time, no i will not debate this

"Four guys in a month and a half? I'm proud of you," your friend compliments, as you lean back in your chair.

"Thank you, thank you," you boast, shrugging your shoulders. "I try."

You both exchange a quiet chuckle in the bustling cafe you're currently sitting in. It's about a mile from the end of campus, kids coming here to take a break, study, or stress themselves out with exams, but you both enjoy the atmosphere and find yourselves here more than once a week.

You continue to talk to her, and you glance at the door when you hear the bell on it ring, and your heart drops. "We should go," you say, quickly, and your friend frowns at you.

"Why what's wrong?" she asks as you tilt your head away from the door, now regretting sitting right next to the door.

"Nothing, nothing. I just think we should get out of here. You said you wanted to go to that park, right?" you rush out, hoping that she won't question your urgency again. Your head tilts further down, your neck at a weird angle as you find yourself staring at the pastel-colored wall.

You screw your eyes shut when you hear a familiar voice call your name. You grimace for a second before you turn your head. "Iwaizumi! Funny seeing you here," you say awkwardly as you try not to focus on the other three guys that he walked in with that he seemed really friendly with.

He chuckles softly. "We usually come here for a break from homework," he tells you, and you nod, praying that his friends don't turn around.

"Yeah, same here," you reply, gesturing to your friend as you start to stand. "And we were just leaving. You know, got a lot of studying to do," you try, hoping that she gets the message.

"y/n?" You freeze mid-squat as you grimace again, another familiar face coming into view, the guy standing next to Iwaizumi.

"How ya doing, Makki?" you say painfully as you give him a strained smile. You glance at your friend, who has the most confused look on her face.

"You know her?" Iwaizumi asks, and Makki scoffs.

"Do I know her? She--"

"Was just leaving," you cut him off as you fully stand. "We really should get going," you urge, you wave your hand, hoping that your friend is packing up her stuff.

You let out a pained grunt when you hear someone call your name. Again. "Oikawa," you acknowledge, your voice full of feigned delight but majorly underlining with stress. "Hey," you add stiffly, the first two boys looking between you and him with a questioning look.

"How you been?" he asks, and you nod, sucking on your teeth.

"I've been good. You know, just got a lot of work to do, so I'm just gonna slide on outta here," you try again, and you barely get a step away from the table.

"y/n." Your eyes widen as you turn to him, feigning surprise.

"Issei! Wow, that's so crazy," you breathe as you hold your hands out.

"You know her too?" Iwaizumi asks, his voice in disbelief, and you cringe.

"Yeah, we--"

"Really need to get going," you push, quickly grabbing your friend's arm and yanking her out of her seat as you grab her stuff, grateful that no one is paying attention to what's happening. "It was nice to see you guys again. Uh, hope you enjoy what you ordered," you finish with an uneasy chuckle before practically pulling your friend out of the door.

"What the hell?!" she asks when you get a little ways away from the cafe. "Don't tell me those were the guys."

"I didn't know they knew each other!" you argue, rubbing a hand over your forehead. "How was I supposed to know?!"

You check behind you as you run a hand over your hair as your friend scoffs. "Well, this just got a lot more complicated."

A knock on your door pulls you from your studying, and you're thankful for the break because you were sure you were gonna pull your hair out in the next five minutes. You nearly slam the door closed when you see who's standing on the other side of it.

"Issei? What brings you here?" you ask, doing your best to mask your nervousness.

"Your roommate here?"

You shake your head. "No, no. She, uh, won't be back until around 7," you respond, your hand still gripping the door, another excuse about to leave your mouth when he cuts you off.

"Cool if we hang out?"

You frown. "We?"

Your eyes widen when you see the rest of his friends appear, all of them brushing past you to walk in, and your mouth falls open slightly. You close the door before you turn to face them as you swallow thickly.

"Nice apartment you got," Mattsun comments, and you nod softly as you glance at the floor.

"Thanks," you respond, the air making you feel like you can't breathe. "You guys just wanted to hang out?" you ask, your heart pounding in your chest at the sight of four pairs of eyes staring at you.

They all release a huff as they glance at each other, their eyes never leaving you for long. "What do you think?" Makki says, and you shrug weakly. "We can skip all this stuff and just go to your room."

You bite your lip as you lead them to your room, even though they already know where it is because they've all been here before, and you mentally curse yourself but at the same. You didn't know they knew each other.

You walk into your room, hearing the door close softly before you turn around. "No need to be so tense, sweetheart. We're all pretty familiar with each other, right?" Oikawa says, and you try to relax your shoulders as you rub your arm.

"So, what do you guys--"

"You can sit on the bed," Iwaizumi cuts in, and you feel your face heat up as he smirks at how quickly you followed the order. "Oikawa, you want to do the honors?"

"Already on it," he says after he chuckles, already walking towards you before he even finishes talking. He grins when you look up at him, your eyes wide with a feigned innocence as you anticipate what's next. "Do you want to keep going?"

You find yourself nodding your head faster than you wanted to, but you can't even try to deny how your body seems to be humming right now. "Yes."

And his grin widens. "Strip." You slowly strip your shirt off, feeling the air shift when your bare chest is exposed, your nipples hardening at the chill air. Your leggings and underwear are next, Iwaizumi moving towards you once they hit the floor.

"Show them how soaked you are," Iwaizumi starts. "Go on." Your head drops slightly as you slowly spread your legs, and you glance up through your eyelashes to see both Makki and Mattsun smirking as Makki palms himself through his shorts.

Oikawa climbs on the bed behind you before him and Iwaizumi move you higher up on the bed. Tooru's hands coming up to rub over your shoulders. "What do you wanna do, Iwa?" he asks, his hands coming down to squeeze at your breasts, making you squirm slightly.

"Gotta stretch her out first, right? She's got a lot to take," Iwaizumi says, slowly falling to his knees. He spreads your legs further to accommodate his wide shoulders, and his hands dig into your thighs when they jolt, his tongue lapping at your labia feverishly.

Your hands grip your sheets as his tongue circles at your clit while his fingers work their way inside with ease. As he starts pumping his fingers in and out of you, Oikawa fondles your nipples, pinching and pulling at them as he kisses down your neck and over your shoulders.

You lean back into him, and he leans down to kiss you softly, his tongue licking over your bottom lip for permission, and you gladly let him in, moaning quietly when he deepens the kiss. You're starting to have a hard time keeping up with it the more Iwaizumi curls his fingers inside of you.

When you start panting into Oikawa's mouth, he moves back down to your neck, his teeth pulling at your skin, leaving no part untouched. Your moans are getting louder, bouncing off the walls of your room, and as you feel your orgasm approaching, your legs start to close, the muscles trembling softly.

Oikawa stops his strokes on your nipple to grab one of your legs, keeping you spread as Hajime holds the other. "Is our little fucktoy gonna cum?" Oikawa whispers in your ear, and all you can do is nod quickly, letting out a high-pitched whine as your back arches.

"Iwa--" You don't have the chance to finish his name because you're cumming hard, Oikawa having to hold your waist as your back arches, even more, Iwaizumi finger fucking you through it and lapping up your release.

You squirm at the overstimulation until he's pulling his fingers out of you and sliding them into his mouth as your chest heaves. You can barely hold yourself up when Oikawa moves out from behind you, fatigue already starting to catch up to you, but then Makki and Mattsun are walking towards you as the other boys move over.

"You're not tiring on us now, are you?" Hanamaki teases, climbing onto the bed behind you as Issei pushes you over. You shake your head as you watch Mattsun lay down on his back, his eyebrows raised in your direction in expectancy, and you frown at him softly before sitting up.

He pulls one of your legs towards him, and you finally understand what he wants you to do. You shakily swing your leg over him, your cunt hovering right above his face, and you don't even get a second to steady yourself before he's pulling you down towards his mouth.

A hand falls forward on the bed to brace yourself as you moan at the feeling of him basically making out with your still sensitive core. You feel a hand under your chin, guiding your face upwards, your eyes meeting Makki's eyes dark with lust.

His eyes glance down at the bulge in his shorts, and to the best of your ability, you manage to get them down his thighs along with his underwear, his dick smacking his abdomen. You find it hard to look anywhere else but at the dark red tip, dripping with precum.

You guide him into your mouth, your moans vibrating around him making him groan loudly as his hand comes to rest on your head. It's not long before he's fucking your throat, one of your hands digging into his thigh while your other tangles in the curly locks on Matsukawa's head.

You're drooling around Makki's length as the sounds you can't help but make slip out around him, tears forming in your eyes. "You're such a fucking slut," Makki groans, his eyes rolling back as he feels that knot building up at the base of his spine.

You can only whimper in response as you grind against Issei's face as best as you can with the grip he has on you, and your throat constricting around the head of his dick when you gag is what sends Hiro over the edge, his thigh tensing against your hand as he shoots down your throat.

His breathing is heavy as he pulls out, releasing his grip on your hair as your moans become audible due to your mouth being empty. You can't even think of speaking as you ride his face like a whore, your body shuddering with overstimulation as your next orgasm hits you out of nowhere.

You throw your head back, riding out your high, and you slump over as you slow to a stop, having a hard time moving your body. Mattsun has to lift your leg in order to get out from under you, and he moves off the bed as Oikawa replaces him. You blink through tears, seeing Hanamaki laying on his back, his dick still hard as a rock.

Oikawa comes up behind you, his hands rubbing over your body soothingly. "You got another one for us, don't you?" he coos, and your body has a mind of his own as you crawl over to him, once again shakily straddling him. His hands find your hips as you sink down on him, and he releases a low moan as you bite your lip, muffling your whimper.

You feel Oikawa's hands steadying themselves on your back, and you look up to see him straddling Makki behind you, and you start to protest, but he cuts you off with a chuckle. "Feeling so good, you didn't feel Mattsun prepping you earlier, did you?" he says at the same time he runs a finger over your stretched-out hole. He lines himself up, his hand pushing you forward slightly. "You ready?"

You nod your head quickly, your nails digging in Makki's side at the intrusion. "Breathe, baby, there you go," Oikawa murmurs, his hand rubbing up and down your back softly. He bites his lip as he slowly sinks into you, groaning loudly when he bottoms out.

Makki's hands run over your thighs simultaneously with Oikawa's hands on your back, both of them waiting for your okay, and you let your body go limp when you give them a quick nod. Oikawa moves first, his thrusts making Makki hit that spongy spot inside of you, and you let out pitiful whimpers as your hands grip onto Oikawa's wrists.

Makki groans as you clench around him, both of you reaching your climax faster due to having already cum not too long ago. He bucks up into your tight heat, and the only thing you can think about is the continuous stream of pleasure that's flowing through your veins.

You're hearing words come from both of them, but you can't focus on it, the blood rushing through your ears so heavily as that you can't even hear yourself scream as your third orgasm hits you like a tidal wave. Both men groan when you clench around them before they shoot their seed into you.

You wince softly as Oikawa pulls out slowly, the sounds filling the room are ragged breathing and bodies sliding across the mattress. You can register Makki's cum dripping down your legs, joining the huge amount of slick that's accumulated on your thighs.

You see Mattsun rest against your headboard, pulling you towards him softly by your arm, his massive length standing tall as Iwaizumi crowds behind you, his erection digging into your ass. "You got one more, baby, I know you do," Iwaizumi says, helping you slowly sink down onto Issei, and your head falls against his as you're filled once again.

You hear something like a cap opening, but you barely pick up on it, and you jolt gently when you feel something cold prodding at your hole. "Just relax for me, okay?" Hajime whispers, resting his head against yours, putting his hands onto your hips as he guides himself into your already occupied hole.

Your mouth drops open as your eyelids close, your eyes rolling back at you feel even fuller than you've ever felt before. You let out a weak whine as more tears form in your eyes, and if your body didn't move before, it definitely didn't move now. You're practically chest to chest with Issei as Iwaizumi groans into your neck as they both start moving in and out of your slowly.

Your nerve endings are on end, probably shot by this point, but you're moaning anyway, your hands digging into one of their arms as you cum almost instantly, having not one but two dicks hammering your g-spot. Both men follow right after you, groans coming from in front of you as moans come from behind you.

The last thing you can feel before they pull out is their seed coating your walls, leaving a gushing mess seeping out of you, your stretched out hole clenching around nothing. You can hear shuffling around you as you flop onto your bed, the soreness between your legs throbbing as you feel them cleaning you up.

You hear the door open, and you barely lift your head up to see them heading towards the door. "We're gonna go get some food," Makki tells you.

"So, you better rest up 'cause we're nowhere near done yet," Mattsun finishes before they all walk out.

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[ronsonlywhore]

❛ 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿. ❜ remus lupin x reader

summary: you hate the thunder, so remus makes it go away. (or in which remus doesn’t really make it stop, but he holds you until it does.)

pairing: remus lupin x fem!reader

a/n: a thunderstorm woke me up this morning.. it was like all hell was raining loose, mother nature was not having it today </3 anyways yeah i was scared, that thunder was loud asf

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the crash of the thunder makes you bolt upright, pulling the sheets toward you frantically and interrupting the peaceful sleep you had managed to fall into. thunder booms again; you dive under the covers, but whether out of annoyance at being woken up or fear of the downpour roaring through the atmosphere, you’d rather not say.

earlier, the thunderstorm currently raging outside had been nothing more than a light drizzle with a few lightning flashes here and there. the thunder had been practically non-existent while you had gotten ready for bed, and it only started until you were half-asleep, too drawn within the tranquil oblivion you had fallen into to notice or care.

there was no way you’d be falling back asleep now, though. the rain hit the windows too heavily, the wind howled like it could knock down hogwarts’ seemingly sturdy walls, and...was it hailing, as well? great, you think, just my luck.

the thunder roars again, loudly resonating throughout the grounds, and you snuggle deeper into the blankets. in a bed a few feet away from you, you hear lily snore, clear as a bell even with the storm crashing through outside. that brings you a shred of comfort; maybe you could sleep away the downpour after all.

that reassurance is quickly snatched away when a particularly big clap of thunder manages to rattle the dormitory window, a feat that is not easily achieved thanks to the ancient magic keeping hogwarts upright.

when you were much smaller, storms like this one would have you bolting to your parents’ room in the middle of the night, your fear of the pitch-black, creaky old house after dark be damned. your mother would say you were getting too old to burrow into their bed but still let you climb onto it, while your father would just peek at you and fall right back to sleep, his snores succeeding in drowning out the horrible thunder.

the summer before your first year at hogwarts, when a particularly scary rainstorm had you running to the comfort of your parents’ room again, your mother blatantly refused to let you dive under her covers. she said you were getting too old, too big, and “whose bed would you dash to at hogwarts?” while your father snored away in sleep, your mother told you to go back to your room and be brave. so, determined to show the thunder who’s boss, you marched back to your own bed with your head held high. your confidence lasted a total of two minutes and thirty-seven seconds, and you didn’t sleep a wink that night. instead, you stayed up, too afraid to sleep, and spent the rest of the early morning thinking about useless things: your dolls and what clothes you would dress them up in, the mudpies you had left to bake in the sun which were surely ruined thanks to the storm, and how you would beat the mean little boy next door to the swingset at the playground the next day.

so that’s what you did now: you thought about futile things while curled up in your dormitory bed, things like lessons and essays you hadn’t started on, chapters you were supposed to have read but could do fine without, parchment and quills and ink you needed to have replenished the next hogsmeade weekend.

in the end, it was pointless; the thunderstorm raged on, and you had never felt more awake in your life. abandoning the hope that you could fall asleep, you quietly pull back the curtains of your four-poster and tiptoe out the dormitory, careful not to wake any of the other sleeping girls in the room. reaching the staircase, you sluggishly walk down to the common room, planning on starting the fire up again and sitting in front of it until the morning, maybe even sneak down to the kitchens for food if you felt up for it.

you stop short when you see a figure sprawled on the stuffy couch, their lanky limbs hanging off of it. as you cautiously step closer, a smile tugs at your face to see it’s remus, transfiguration book abandoned and left open on his steadily rising and falling chest, used parchment strewn all over the floor. you make your way over and sit down on the armrest, contemplating whether you should wake him up or not; he looked happier when he was sleeping, as cliche as that sounded. you wonder what he’s dreaming of.

another roar of thunder; you jump, almost falling off the couch, and decide that waking remus up would only be for the best...after all, you didn’t want him to wake up with a sore neck from having to sleep in that awful position, did you?

you gently shake him, muttering, “remmy...remus.” he doesn’t stir, though, and you take to poking his arm softly, then a bit harder as you start to wonder how heavy of a sleeper he really is. “remus!”

he wakes with a start, the book tumbling down to the floor as he sits up swiftly, calming down only when he sees you standing there expectantly. he rubs his eyes, yawning, and groggily asks, “(y/n)? what are you doing?”

“what are you doing?” you ask in response, looking curiously around at the bundle of parchment and quills scattered around him. the storm is far from your mind even if you can still hear it outside; remus has become the perfect distraction.

he yawns again and looks down at his watch. you notice he’s still in his uniform...has he not gone up to bed at all?

“i was working on the transfiguration essay due tomorrow...must’ve fallen asleep, i suppose,” he answers, and you realize that he hadn’t done it because of last week’s full moon; but remus was never one to make excuses for himself, even if those excuses were credible.

lightning flashes outside bringing with it another clap of thunder; remus’s attention turns to the window. to your surprise, he smiles.

“is it raining outside?” he asks as he moves for a better view. so much for a distraction, you think as remus exclaims excitedly, “oh, it’s more than rain, it’s a storm!”

his face lights up, or maybe it’s just the lightning continuing outside. he proceeds to stare, transfixed, at the downpour. “beautiful, is it not? how the lightning can be sometimes white, or purple, or maybe even both. how the thunder rattles the earth down to its core,” he says after some time.

beautiful? if beautiful meant terrifying and too intense for your liking then, “yes, i suppose it is,” you answer.

another thunder strike, probably the loudest one that night, makes you jump. remus notices, and, with an expression of concern on his face, says more than asks, “you’re afraid of the thunder...that’s why you woke me up.”

how could one person be so intuitive?

you shrug your shoulders and nod, mumbling, “ever since i was a child.” remus smiles, that warm smile that he had when he was sleeping, as he walks over to the couch again, sitting down and getting himself comfortable. moving the quills and his book out of the way, he looks up at you expectantly. “well?” he asks.

“well what?” you inquire back, confused.

he laughs. “my lap is open for the taking,” remus says and pats his legs. realizing what he’s offering, you scramble over to the couch, laying down and resting your head on his lap, finally feeling truly at ease for the first time that night.

remus picks his book back up again, and you ask, “won’t you be sleeping, too?”

he shakes his head and smiles gently. “no, i have to finish this transfiguration essay. but don’t worry; i’ll be here with you until you fall asleep.”

a few minutes pass, and remus starts idly drawing random shapes on your arm, soothing you until you’re in that state between consciousness and sleep. just as you feel yourself slipping away, thunder booms, and you flinch, the sound startling you.

remus is quick to lean down and press gentle kisses to your forehead, murmuring all the while, “‘s alright. go to sleep, my love.” you can hear the fatigue in his voice, and know he won’t last much longer awake.

the thunder goes away for a few minutes but comes back again, although you don’t notice it much with remus’s arms wrapped around you. you glance up at him one last time before closing your eyes, and see remus dozing off again, the small smile he gets in his sleep back.

content, you snuggle in closer; this might’ve been the longest night of your life, but could proudly say the storm didn’t scare you as much anymore, not when remus held you through the crash of the thunder.

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a/n: why does this feel like the longest thing i've ever written LMFAO. anyways i love remus lupin <3

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