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buckgasms · 4 months ago

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Hey, hi, hello! 🤍

First, I want to say that I've been following along with your stories for a while now (you're one of the first people I followed when I started my Tumblr!), and I'm so happy to send you a little request if that's okay! I saw that you reblogged a prompt list, so here I am sending in my own for our sweet Bucky 🥰

I'm wondering what magic you will create with the prompt ''Finding their partner's sex toy/toys and making them play with it in front of them." 👀

If it's not sparking anything for you, it's okay, and you can ignore my request! 🤍

Hello my love! Thank you so much for your support, for this ask and for playing the prompt game with me ❤️ I'm so honoured that you've been following me at all.

Sorry this took longer than expected because I have done this sort of story before so I wanted to do something a bit new and it took me a while to think of a good idea....

But now I think I have a good idea. It's fairly off topic but I hope you will forgive me. It certainly did spark something lol 🤣

I hope it's ok that I set this in the Bunny and Clyde story because they are so unhinged and I love them...

Kisses 😘

Also, heavy, filthy smut ahead. Just be warned.

"What the hell is this?"

You dashed into the walk in wardrobe that Bucky was currently in to find him holding a white paper bag and an huge, like absolutely enormous, double ended dildo.

You descended into a fit of giggles, wheezing as you tried to speak as his face went from scowl to amusement as you tried to compose yourself.

"Oh my god" you moaned as you finally calmed down, and took the offending item from his grasp, waggling it around as he chuckled. "I got it from that shop we go to. I took Wanda and we got some freebies..."

He smiled peering into the bag before looking back at the appendage. "Was that a freebie?" He said, sounding impressed at the generosity of the shop.

"No, I bought this one for me..." You balance on the knife edge of pissing him off, took a breath and dived headfirst. "You know, just in case you can't keep up with me anymore. Sometimes I need something a little...bigger."

He chuckled darkly. "Ah ok Bunny, well why don't you show me hmm?" You went to protest but found his hands pulling you out to the bedroom and tossing you on the bed.

"Gone all shy huh?" He smirked as you waited on the bed and you giggled a little, sitting up and crawling towards him. "Was only a little joke Bucky, you know I don't want anyone else but you. Your big, perfect cock is all I ever want."

"Tough." He said flatly before pushing you back so your flomped down on the mattress. He wrapped a silk rope around one ankle and secured it to the bed, quickly securing your other on before you could escape.

He removed your skimpy underwear with a gentle bit firm tug and pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead. "Buckkyy" you whined as you tested the strength of his ties.

"Use it..." He said, tossing the toy onto the bed next to you, "or lose it" he said palming his cock through his trousers. You giggled but hesitated, feeling exposed and unsure. "But I want you to do it Bucky" you whined again and spread your legs a little wider for him.

He leaned over, gripping your cheeks tightly and turning your head to look at him. "Do as your fucking told." His free hand landed swats to your soaked pussy and thighs as you squealed in his embrace. "You need more or you gonna do what I say hmm?"

You groaned in defeat as he grinned, pressing a final kiss to your cheek before leaving you, taking a seat on the chair at the end of the bed to watch your performance.

💟

It had only been 20 minutes at most but you were a wreck.

You had done your darnedest to enjoy yourself but once again you had been bested by the master. Bucky sat, looking almost bored as you choked yourself on the rubber cock, making it messy and slick to use on yourself.

You teased and wriggled to insert the toy and whined a little as in pushed into you. It was actually no match to Bucky but you wanted to regain a little control if you could.

"Oof, so big..." You whined but it turned into a groan when he actually yawned at you. You flopped backwards but heard him tut at you, "didn't say stop bunny, keep going..."

He picked up the little bag and started rifling through it, looking at the little samples you had been given until one piqued his interest. "Sensation cream?" He read for a moment before leaving his seat and wandering over to you.

You sat up a little, hoping the punishment was over and he would actually play with you now. He showed you the packet but you shrugged indifferently. "The lady at the store said that was new. Supposed to heighten sensations, or numb it I can't remember..."

Sometimes you could be quite stupid.

Bucky grinned and ripped the top of the sample packet open. "Well let's find out shall we bunny?" You wiggled and protested but his arm was already propping your legs apart and spreading your folds open.

"A pea-sized amount it says" Bucky pondered before squeezing the entire packet onto his hand and smearing it all over your heat, making sure to get into every crease and fold. You growled and flopped down as he finished, leaving you to wash his hands.

He returned shortly and grinned. "Now we just have to wait 5 minutes or so bunny and we'll know for sure."

"What are you going to do then?"

"I haven't decided yet..."

💟

After a few moments you realised you were now completely numb. Bucky watched in amazed pleasure as he ran his finger over your folds to little reaction. He rubbed harder, even pinched your little clit, but nothing.

He chuckled and leaned down, settling himself between your legs as you whined. He started off rubbing slowly, little circles, then to and fro. You knew he was there but you had no pleasureable sensations to enjoy. Then he pinched and pulled at you, as your pussy grew puffier and redder under his actions. The a firm swat. He glanced up checking you had no reaction.

He didn't want to over do it and hurt you, but my god he was having fun. He'd alternate between all his actions until your pussy was glowing and soaked. "My god your cunt looks pretty right now..." He said softly before squeezing your lower lips together and spreading them wide.

You were in misery. You had wailed and cried about how unfair it was. That you wanted to feel it and everything else under the sun, but he wasn't to be swayed. You lay on the bed, sweaty and pouty. His favourite kind of bunny.

Bucky left your pussy briefly, stopping only to press kisses to your cheeks, lick away tears and tell you what a good bunny you were. "Taking it so well baby, you keeping up with me huh?" You rolled your eyes and growled. He never let anything go!

Moments later he was climbing on top of you, pressing his red, leaking cock against your folds and stomach. You would be able to feel him fucking you at least, you figured in your mind, but Bucky was just too smart for you.

He pressed your favourite vibrator into your hands and guided you to hold it on your numb button. Bucky then adjusted so the head of the toy sat under his cock, just in front of his heavy balls.

"I'm gonna use my little bunny's favourite toy now....oh don't worry baby, you can come as much as you like, I don't mind one bit..."

He grinned as the toy buzzed to life. You watched him grind and groan above you as you desperately tried to chase your own orgasm but no matter how hard you pressed, how much you wiggled, nothing happend.

"Bucky I caaaan't" you sobbed as he growled above you, smiling down in his lust filled haze he turned it up higher. "Oh fuck" he choked as his body buckled a little. You watched with desire as his stomach muscles tensed and his hands worked on himself before coming all over your stomach.

It was torture, and he never once relented. He repeated the action again, leaving another mess over your frazzled body, leaving you still desperately chasing your high to no avail.

After recovering from his second high he scooted round and placed your head on his thick thigh, grabbing the vibrator from you to inspect the scene.

"Bunny what a fucking mess..."

And you were. Your stomach was covered in thick cum, your arousal was smeared all over your thighs and cunt and your pussy was swollen and glowing. You too were a mess in your mind, sobbing and babbling for him.

To bring you a little relief he shushed you and guided his sensitive cock into your mouth, hushing your thoughts and giving you a little focus. He hissed through his teeth at your harsh sucking, but managed to soothe you down to just gentle sucks as you kept his cock warm.

Grabbing the sample packet again he read further, wondering how long this would last until his eyes widened:

"After 20 minutes, you and your partner will feel the enhanced power of our new Tingle Formula™ bringing your body back to reality, and off to new peaks of pleasure..."

He wondered what that would look like until he noticed your sucking had become more intense and your lower half was twitching a little. He leaned forward and ran a investigative finger through your folds. You suddenly wailed and tried to clench your legs together, hindered by the bindings.

Removing himself gently from you me moved back around to your heat. Stroking your legs and thighs to soothe your feelings of loss.

"Bucky.... Bucky I feels...I can feel...oh my god"

You panted and writhed on the bed as he blew a cool stream of air on your abused heat. You cried out and tried to get away but he chuckled and blew harder. You couldn't help it, it felt so good, so sensitive. "Please Bucky, I'm gonna, it's... I'll..."

"You gonna come just from that? You my little birthday cake bunny? Aren't you embarrassed bun bun, you really that sensitive?"

The protest died in your throat as he blew and your walls clenched painfully around nothing. Your stimulated pussy pushed one step too far. You cried out for him, for god, for anything.

He leaned over, focusing your gaze on him with a look of seriousness on his handsome features.

"Look at me bunny, look at me... I gotcha. Gonna take care of you now huh?" His nose trailed along yours before he captured your lips in a hungry kiss.

"You think a toy can do this? You think anyone can do this to you? Bring you to this special place?" You shook your head and sobbed returning his kisses sloppily as he claimed you.

"That's right bunny... Just me. Only me. Now I'm gonna use that sensitive little hole, because you hurt my feelings bun bun and you're gonna make it up to me right?"

You nod, feverishly.

"Good girl. I'll even let you use that toy, shall I put it in your ass baby? You want that?"

Your babbling suggests you have no brain power left to decide so Bucky just smiled, lovingly, plants a final kiss to your lips before leaving you to feel.... everything.

💟

It didn't take long to have you floating and shivering. Your sensitive body couldn't handle much but Bucky did his best to drag as many orgasms out of you until it hurt. The kind of hurt that makes your brain fuzzy and body shake.

He licked and sucked at you, like a man starved. His fingers curling inside as his tongue swirled around your swollen pearl. You came almost as soon as he seated himself in your heat, but found yourself climbing again as he pounded his hips. He even teased your puckered hole with your new toy, but just a brush against it had you coming again.

His fingers never ceased, rubbing and swatting until you peaked again. He groaned as your squeezed him like a vice, pushing him to empty his come into your overused heat. Your final orgasm came as he used your vibrator, ordering you to show him what a dirty fuck hole looks like. He growls as his release his pushed out at the most intense of your orgasms.

💟

Finally he unties you, throws everything else to the floor and crawls over you, wrapping you up in his arms. He wraps his whole body around you, supporting your shivering frame and keeping you warm.

Soft kisses are pressed to your damp skin and praises are cooed into your ear as you grip at the pillow. "My good girl. So perfect. So pretty. You did so good bunny."

Praises are continued as he carries you off to the bathroom gently carresing your body with soft cloths and warm water. You shiver and giggle and whimper all at once, clinging to his strong body feeling overwhelmed and yet so satisfied.

After a while of quiet praising and kissing Bucky takes you off to the bedroom again and into the walk in wardrobe where he finds some soft pyjamas to dress you in. More kisses follow until he is distracted by the little white bag again.

"Wonder what else is in here" he muses but you just groan and pull him back for a kiss, tossing the bag as far as you possibly can.

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minniesmutt · 6 months ago

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♡ ━━━ CONTENT: IMPLIED FIRST ROUND, SEX TAPE/PHOTOS, ANAL PLUG, BITING, HICKEYS, PET NAMES, ANAL FINGERING, BACK SHOTS, ASS SLAP, UNPROTECTED SEX, COLLAR AND LEASH

“I feel bad you’re using your nice camera for a porn shoot,” Chan said from his bed as he watched his girlfriend set up her camera equipment.

“The quality is much better than a phone so I don’t mind.” Y/n smiled over her shoulder at him.

“You just want exclusive photos for yourself.” Chan grabbed her waist as she walked by him and pulled her onto his lap. Y/n giggled as he started kissing her cheek, his hand running over her thighs.

“I wasn’t done yet.” Y/n giggled.

“Mhm.” Chan reluctantly let go of his girlfriend and laid back on the bed.

The couple came back to Chan’s apartment after their sex shop date and did his usual single photos for his only fans— well, after going for a quick round. Chan was very impressed with how the photos came out on the camera and just how professional Y/n was about it. The last part he found rather hot too and now was needy for his girlfriend.

So the entire time she had been trying to set up, he’d been trying to distract her, asking questions but in reality just watching her perfect lips move as she talked, not listening to a single word. Or keeping his eyes on her ass as she walked around the room, especially since she was just in his t-shirt. Something he’s come to love seeing her in.

“You ready?” Y/n asked from behind her camera.

“How are we taking photos like this again?” Chan asked

“I’m recording video and I’ll pull stills from it,” Y/n sighed. To be fair, it was his third time asking that question.

“M’kay. Hit record and come over here,” Chan sat up and made grabby hands at her.

Y/n giggled as she double-checked the angle before hitting record and waddling over to him. Chan pulled her onto his lap once she was in arms reach, having her straddle him, hands holding her waist as his lips met hers. Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck, returning his kiss.

Chan moaned as she rolled her hips against his hard-on. His hands pushed up her t-shirt before she pulled away and tossed the fabric off her body. “So fucking pretty,” Chan whispered as he kissed her neck.

Y/n ran her hands through his dark locks. His large hands move down to grab her ass and pull her closer to him. Chest to chest as he licked up the column of her neck.

“Tryna get photos or make a home video here babe?” Y/n asked

“I don’t mind having our little sex tape. Just for the two of us,” Chan smiled as he kissed her jaw, “what do you say, bun?”

“Just for us?” Y/n asked

“Just for us bunny,” Chan confirmed

“Better put on a show, Chrissy.”

Chan smiled and bit the skin under her jaw and sucked a mark before he fixed their position. Laying her on her stomach on the pillows and moving slightly to fix the camera angle then moving back to kiss down her back. He still had on the collar from the singles she took of him and she could feel a bit of the metal on her back.

“My bunny’s missing her tail,” Chan mumbled as he kissed the swell of her ass.

Y/n learned that when her oh-so-precious boyfriend wandered off on their date earlier, he’d found a little bunny tail. Mainly bringing it over to show her because he thought it was cute. He was not suggesting anything. Giggling a little bit as he showed her. Somehow the conversation had ended with them buying the little plug. No harm in trying something new— he also found a little bunny set but opted to not get it at the time.

Chan laid on his stomach while his hands spread her cheeks apart and licked a stripe up from her cunt to ass. Y/n moaned into the pillow as he repeated the action before getting off the bed and grabbing the plug and a bottle of lube. He set the tail down on the mattress and then pulled her lower half onto her knees. Chan opened the bottle and put some on his fingers.

“Ready?” Chan asked as he leaned over her, finger running between her cheeks

“Yeah,” Y/n nodded as his free hand intertwined with one of hers.

Chan slowly pushed his finger into her tight hole. Y/n gasped and instinctually squeezed around him. Chan leaned down and kissed her shoulder, “I got you, babe,” Chan whispered.

He continued whispering praises and sweet nothings in her skin, pressing kisses everywhere he could. Taking time to help her relax before slowly inching his finger in more. Repeating the process till he was slowly thrusting his finger in and out of her.

“Fuck,” Y/n whined into the pillow

“What’s going on in that pretty brain of yours bunny?” Chan asked

“Feel good,” Y/n moaned

“Yeah? Think can handle another one?” “Yes.”

Chan kissed her spine as he slowly pushed a second finger into her, repeating the same process as earlier until he was thrusting in and out of her and scissoring her hole open. Y/n gripped the pillow with her free hand and muffled her moans with it as well.

“Let me hear you bunny,” Chan released her hand for a moment to move the pillow out of the way, turning her head to the side to hear the whiny moans that fell out of her mouth.

Chan pumped his fingers in and out until he and Y/n were both content enough to slide the plug in. Chan lubed up the tail’s silicone base and slowly slipped into his girlfriend. Y/n moaned into the mattress as the toy slipped into her.

Chan smiled when the toy was fully in. He gave her a quick slap on the ass. “Pretty little bunny,” Chan smiled wider as he lined his cock up with her entrance.

He pushed the tip in and grabbed hold of her hips as he sank in the rest of the way. Both moaned as he stretched her walls out. He gave them both a minute to adjust before Y/n told him to move.

Chan pulled out and slowly pushed back into her. Hands gripping onto her hips and pulling her back against him. His eyes watched the bunny tail hide the site of him disappearing inside of her, one of his favorite things about this position.

Gradually, his pace sped up until he was leaning over her with his hands pressed against her shoulders and pounding into her. Her walls clenched around his cock with each thrust. One of his hands slipped under her body and found its way to her puffy clit and rubbed circles into it. Y/n bucked her hips against his hand.

His pace stuttered a bit as he felt himself coming close to his high as he worked to get his girlfriend to hers before him. His fingers rubbed her clit faster before her walls clamped down around him as she came on his cock.

Chan chased his high, fucking her right through hers as he’d done plenty of times before. Sitting up straight on his knees and grabbing her hips, bringing them back to meet his thrusts before he felt the rope about to snap and pulled out. Jacking off till his cum shot out onto her ass and lower back.

Both took a few moments to catch their breaths before Chan laid her fully down on the bed and moved to turn the camera off.

“You got it?” Y/n asked from the bed

“Yeah babe,” Chan said as he stopped the recording and moved back over to the bed for a moment. He leaned down and pressed his lips to his girlfriend’s head before moving to take the plug out slowly.

Once he got the toy out, he left the room momentarily to grab water and a rag to clean her up before coming back and cleaning the come off her back. Then taking off the collar.

“I love you,” Chan told her as he pulled her body on top of his, rubbing her back

“I love you too,” Y/n smiled, “But can we go shower before we get too comfy?”

“But I’m already comfy,” Chan whined, which made her glare at him, “Alright.”

Chan got her into the bathroom before grabbing clothes for the two of them. Y/n did her bit of aftercare while she waited for him to come back and turn the shower on so they could wash up and then go to seep

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sodamnradd · 14 days ago

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Draco wanted to rip it off her. That little silk skirt bunched up around her thighs. Hermione lay with her elbows on the mattress, legs crossed demurely. “This is impossible,” she sighed. “You said you could decode it.”

“It’s going to take more than a couple hours,” he said, twisting the model relic between his hands. It was like a spherical Rubik’s Cube, marked with runes instead of colours.

Tired of rifling through his drawers and touching all his belongings, Hermione threw herself on the bed, displaying all the patience of a Blast-Ended Skrewt. “Have you got anything to drink?” she asked. “I’m bored.”

“Nightstand, second drawer,” he said dismissively, turning the relic an inch. She rattled the drawer open, extracted a clear bottle with a scoff, holding it up by the neck. “You’re supposed to be a Malfoy.”

“A Malfoy funding his own mastery,” he reminded her.

She twisted the cap off and took a generous gulp. At the disbelieving look on his face, she shrugged. “It’s Friday.”

He rolled his eyes, resuming their assignment. Hermione had recently been dumped, and he’d learned that getting dumped turned her personality inside out. She had no interest in homework. No regard for personal space. And she was wearing an awful lot of miniature skirts.

“You could sell some of your stuff, you know,” she suggested unhelpfully. “One of those solid gold watches or that pair of diamond cufflinks. I mean, do you really need those things?”

“No,” he answered flatly. “I would much rather buy overpriced liquor that you can vomit all over my bedroom floor.”

“It was one time,” she mumbled, taking another swig.

“Slow down,” he cautioned, eyes fixed on their assignment that he was beginning to worry they would fail.

“Slow down.” She snorted. “That’s what I was always telling Ron with all his plans and expectations. And where did that get me?”

“Out of a marriage you weren’t prepared for.”

“What if I was?”

“Hermione,” he said managing to sound patient and irritated all at once. “You’re doing a double mastery abroad, and you hate children.”

“I don’t hate them.”

“You always scrunch your nose at the shops.”

“Only because they can be so loud.”

He grinned.

She rolled onto her side, skirt hitching up higher, propping her head up on his pillow. “What if nobody ever loves me the way he did?”

Giving up on the hopeless assignment, Draco swivelled his chair to face her. Folding his elbows to his thighs, he crouched to her eye-level and held her gaze.

“I don’t think you have to worry about that.”

She swallowed. “Do you ever think about me?”

Draco did not reply.

Her gaze shifted to his lips. His heart was racing. She leaned in, liquor on her breath, and Draco turned his head. “Not like this.”

Her thighs rubbed together, the silk fabric of her skirt making a whisper-soft noise. His fingers twitched.

Shoulders slumping, she released a deep breath. “Don’t let me be alone, Draco.”

And then it hit him. “Two people need to open it. Not just one.”

She sat up, following his directions as he guided her hands into place, a little clumsy since she was drunk on cheap alcohol.

The model relic opened.

They smiled at each other, victorious.

And then they were kissing. Hermione threw her arms around his neck murmuring, “Just a taste.” Soft and warm in his arms, seating herself upon his lap.

He groaned, kissing her back with uninhibited enthusiasm. He was so tempted to touch that silk skirt, slip his hand beneath the hem. He stopped himself, pushing her away.

She fell onto the bed, staring at him wistfully. Gods, he was gone for her.

He cleared his throat, looked away. He couldn’t be here right now. Rising to his feet, he grabbed his cloak.

Hermione lay flat on her back, curling herself up in his sheets. Sometimes they smelled like her, and he lingered a little longer in the morning, imagining what it might be like to have her there when he opened his eyes.

“I’ll be back,” he said, opening his dorm room door.

The sheets rustled as she nestled deeper in the bed. Partway out the door he heard her mutter, “Maybe Ron broke up with me because he knew how I felt about you.”

When he looked at her, he saw her staring back fixedly. Eyes a little glassy from the liquor. Cheeks flushed.

“Go to sleep, Hermione,” he croaked, electricity coursing through his veins.

“Bring back the good liquor,” she called sleepily as he shut the door. He leaned against it once he was in the corridor, expelling a long breath. Tomorrow. He would tell her how he felt tomorrow.

(788 words, no prompts just a photo that caught my eye)

#dramione #hermione granger #draco malfoy #draco x hermione #dhr #hermione x draco #dramione drabble #sodamnrad #sodamnraddrabbles

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wimbledon2008 · 7 months ago

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a fic where buck cajoles eddie into moving into a bigger house but not really because all he does is mention offhand how having a spare bedroom would be nice like for when eddie's sisters come to visit for example wouldn't that be nice eddie? and because eddie is a crazy person he immediately starts shopping for a three bedroom instead of perhaps just buying a new couch since buck obviously hates the one he has to sleep on all the time or better yet inviting him to sleep in eddie's bed but not that because eddie could never be normal about that ever. so eddie and chris move into a house with a third bedroom and eddie takes the opportunity to upgrade his mattress and puts his old bed in the spare room but buck is weird about sleeping in it and still uses the couch when he stays the night and eddie is about to pull his hair out because he effectively doubled his rent in order to get buck a spare room that he now refuses to use. so the next day eddie marches buck down to the local furniture store to pick out a better mattress since his old one clearly doesn't suffice and buck is confused the whole time because he still doesn't know why eddie moved houses or why he's asking buck to pick out different furniture because honestly eddie the old couch is fine the cushion is perfectly molded to my ass and even if it wasn't just a pull-out couch would be okay? and eddie is at the end of his rope like WHY won't you sleep in my spare bedroom that YOU asked for (he didn't) and buck is like WHY would i sleep in a bed that's yours without YOU in it and then they're making out in the middle of the furniture store until they're politely asked to leave. one blissful week later eddie comes to his senses again when he's forced to decorate a spare bedroom that's never going to get used now that buck is in his bed every night and he gets mad at buck for making him move into a bigger house (he didn't) just to leave the spare room empty for all eternity. then buck comes home from work talking about how he'd like to contribute to the household expenses now that he's basically living with the diazes and eddie gets emotional about dual incomes and having a real partner for maybe the first time in his adult life and kisses him big time about it. fast forward a couple years and they're about to have a little baby so together buck and eddie turn their spare room into a nursery :')

#basically i'd love their romance to be a slapstick comedy but their relationship on the show is too fucking harrowing to allow it #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie #911

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toxicanonymity · 1 year ago

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Cinemax.

2.5k, boyfriend's dad!Joel x f!reader

SUMMARY: PWP, you catch him watching porn. you get on top, then ride his arm then sit on his face.

WARNINGS: 18+ unsafe P in V, creampie, infidelity, boyfriend's dad, jacking off, arm riding, face sitting cum eating, pinky up the ass, filth, use of "daddy," risk of getting caught, reference to you blowing jack but no detail. unedited fuck it we ball.

A/N: Request from arm riding anon, last night of vacay anon can't find u sry.

After a long day shopping, you give your boyfriend Jack a blowjob he doesn’t deserve, just to knock him out. You think about his dad Joel while you do it—his short swim trunks, his shades, his fluffy hair, his gold chain. The way he looks at you, the way he whispers in your ear. The way he drools over your body. Jack dozes off about as quickly as you expect, and soon he's snoring.

You slip out of bed in your thin tank top and loose, short shorts. The air conditioning hits you hard but you don't put on a robe. You intend to slide right into Joel's bed anyway. You quietly open your bedroom door and creep into the hallway. Joel’s door is cracked open, which you’d like to think is a subtle invitation. But when you push it open, the bed is unmade and he’s not in it. You walk down to the common area of the suite and blue lights are flickering from the tv. The volume is low, but it sounds like an action comedy.

Joel moans and your breath hitches. You hug the wall with your back as you creep closer, trying not to make a sound or a shadow. The closer you get, you hear a deep, breathy “ohh.” He sighs and moans, and the unmistakable wet stroke of skin on skin has you clenching your thighs. Next thing you know, you're feeling your breast.

“Ah, fuck,” he sighs, and you moan audibly. Your hand covers your mouth too late. He pauses the movie. Reflexively, you think about hiding, feeling guilty about the intrusion. But then you say, fuck it, and walk in. You stop when you can see the screen and he can see you. He’s on the pull-out couch, sitting back against the cushion.

His voice is deep and hushed. "was just thinkin' about ya. "

He shifts to face you. He’s got a pillow sitting loosely in his lap. He’s shirtless, nothing but pastel green boxers and his gold chain and a pinky ring. Bed head. He scratches one side of his beard as he checks you out with half-lidded eyes. "Can’t sleep?"

You look at the TV and do a double take. “Is that... Is that Manuel Ferrara?” (porn star)

“You know this joker?”

“Oh, I know him. What is this? How old is it?”

“Pirates II, quality cinema.”

You raise your eyebrows and put your hand on the arm of the sofa closest to you. You kneel onto the pull-out mattress, trying not to make a loud creak. He wets his lips as you slowly approach on your knees, springs quietly accepting your weight. The way his eyes dance down your body remids you your hard nipples are poking out from your thin top, loose shorts riding down below your hips.

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He watches your legs flex as you sit next to him, partially facing him to your right, with your shoulder resting on the middle cushion against the wall and your right knee bent, between you. You look at the pillow in his lap, then grab the corner. He shifts to face you, and his chest expands under his chain. He watches you darkly as you slide the pillow off him and put it out of the way on the mattress.

You suck in a deep breath as you observe the massive tent in his boxers. He wraps a hand around it, the shape of his stiff cock covered by the pinstripe fabric under his fist and pinky ring.

He whispers, "yeah, come to daddy," clothed cock still in his hand as he lunges toward you.

You lean toward him and close the gap. You're on your sides facing each other. He looks from your eyes to your lips, and you whisper, “I need this,” and grab the shape in his boxers before your lips meet. His hand brushes yours as he leaves it to you. It sends a wave of need through your chest. He cradles your head and kisses you feverishly, plunging his tongue into your mouth. Meanwhile, you grope him and open the slit of his boxers to free his rock-hard length, sticky with saliva or lube. He hums "Mmm" into your mouth at the touch of your hand on his naked cock. You break the kiss to look at it and use your thumb to smear the precum leaking from his tip.

“You were close, huh?” you tease him.

He laughs. “I dunno if I can last, baby.”

“You’ll make it up to me if ya don't.”

"Ohh yeah."

“Guess I better get on this fast, huh?” you ask with a squeeze of his cock.

“Wanna go to bed?"

You shake your head no.

“That’s my girl.”

“Wanna sit on daddy’s cock right here,” you whisper.

“Fuck yeah,” he breathes. He adjusts the cushion then lays back on it, facing the tv again, mostly lying down, with his head and shoulders elevated by the cushion. You take off your shorts and push a blanket out of the way. You begin to straddle him and he lifts his head off the cushion slightly to reach between your legs and feel how wet you are. “Damn, this all for daddy?” He sits up enough to grab your ass and pull you toward his cock. "good girl."

You straddle his hips, notching his cock at your entrance. Your clit twitches. As soon as you begin to sink down, he thrusts up, impaling you with a deep sigh as his girth pushes you open. The momentum sends his chain to his collarbone. “Yeah, c’mon baby.” You begin to roll your hips at a slow rhythm and he sighs “Ohhh, fuck, just—ohhh” He ties to hold you still. You indulge him. Then he punches his cock upward “Fuck yeah--ohh,” you meet his cock but let him drive things mostly.

“Daddy,” you whimper.

He pulls your tanktop down below your breasts and watches them move with each thrust. Meanwhile you watch his pecs flexing and his chain moving with each movement. You tilt your hips and grind your clit against him. He sighs. “Fuck, just like that.”

“Yeay, daddy-ohhh.”

He wraps a muscular arm around you, bringing your chest to his. The strength of his arm holds you still, and he holds your ass with his other hand. He fucks up into you, “Oh yeah,” he pants. “Fuck, ahh,” the power of his hips has his gold chain moving on his flexing pecs. You kiss and suck his neck as he rails you from the bottom. “Takin’ it so—so, mmm, so good for daddy.”

“Yeah, take it—nnngh,” He’s so. . . he’s so good at this. Your front is grinding against his pubic hair just right, then he ups the pace and your heart skips a beat. “Oh fuck, baby–mmmm– yeah” he pounds you from the bottom, his arm holding you down. He pants, “Yeah, take it,” his breath becoming ragged, chain lazily sliding on his strong, sunkissed chest.

You whimper on the cusp of coming and he says, “C’mon, baby–ohh, fuck—come for daddy c'mon—-ohhhhhh, fuck, baby.” Agony spreads across his face. "Can't wait, baby--ohhhh." Then he pulls you down hard on his cock and erupts with a shudder, shooting his warm release into you. It almost sends you, And if you grinded himself on him as he came, you'd probably get there, but frankly you don't want this to be over.

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“You close?” he reaches for your clit and thumbs it.

You nod.

“Sit on my face.”

He nudges you up with a thrust of his hips and says, “c’mon, let’s get you off.”

You dismount him, one knee to each side of his left arm, the arm towrd the back of the couch. He moves so he’s lying with his head about a foot from the arm rest.

You can’t take your eyes off his body. You’ve been staring at these arms all week. Bulky, sunkissed, strong, so strong. They flex and glisten in the sun. He reaches for you with his closest hand and sides his fingers along your puffy, throbbing cunt. He rubs your clit with a deep breath and gives a low whistle. “C’mon, I ain’t leavin’ ya like this.”

He reaches between your legs to your ass and palms it to pull you closer. You grab his bicep with both hands and he freezes. You put his arm down on the mattress, running your thumbs over it in admiration of the muscle. He watches you practically salivate over his arm. Then he slowly lifts his forearm, nudging you forward, with his hand on your back and his elbow between your legs. His cum trickles out onto his bicep and he sucks in a deep breath. You lower yourself so your clit meets his warm skin, and he hums “Mmm. This what ya want?”

You nod. “So strong, daddy” You grind yourself on his hard bicep and watch his chest rise more peacefully, his chain glimmering. The way he looks at your body makes you swoon. Like you’re a work of art. The tension swells in your lower belly as you grind on him.

"Hold on, baby.” He turns on his side, facing you. He makes eye contact as he sucks the pinky of his free hand, getting it reallly slobbery. Then he adjusts the arm under you, giving you a wave of arousal as the muscle flexes between your legs. His hand on your back pushes you down so your upper body can feel the heat of his. He teases your asshole with his wet pinky, "Hmm?” he asks. You nod, then he slides the pinky in, sucking in air thruh his teeth. “Fuck, you're so hot, baby.” His pinky is fatter than your index finger.

He pushes the digit in just far enough so the chunky ring is nudging but not entering your asshole. You begin to grind on his bicep again and he moves his pinky in tandem with you. You twitch and throb and the hand on your back brings you further down toward him. His head lifts off the mattress and his lips latch onto yours. You moan “Mmmm” as you grind on the slippery mess of his arm and he fingers your ass. He flexes his bicep again and you whimper, “Daddy.”

“Yeah, come for Daddy,” he encourages. You really dig your clit into his arm and he flexes again at the same time, and the tension bursts. You take in shallow, audible breaths, trying to come as quietly as possible. He covers your mouth with his again and you whimper, slowly grinding on his arm, riding out your orgasm, with his pinky still in your ass.

When you stop convulsing on his arm, he takes his pinky out of your ass and sucks it.

“You got one more for daddy?” You do, you can feel it, you’re throbbing. Your only hesitancy is the mess between your legs. The mess of his own cum. Fuck it, he doesn't care.

He moves so he’s lying down flat where you can straddle his head. “Be a good girl,” he murmurs. “n’ sit on daddy’s face.”

You straddle his face, facing his eyes and the arm of the sofa.

“Fuck, shoulda done this first,” he laments. “Look so fuckin’ hot.” He sighs. “Use me, baby,” he begs, “Don’t hold back.”

“Say stop,” you whisper. “Or tap out. Don’t wanna suffocate ya.”

As you spread your thighs wide over his face, your combined fluids leak out of you and he breathes, “fuck yeah,” his warm breath hitting your cunt. You hold onto the arm of the sofa for leverage. You’re facing his eyes and he looks up at your tits hanging over him. . He lifts his head enough for his lips to latch onto your dripping seam, and he begins to kiss your clit, then lap at your entrance, swallowing his own cum.

“C’mon, baby,” he begs as he pulls you down on his face. His mouth feels like heaven, and you’re already close. His beard scratches your inner thighs in a pleasant way. You begin to grind on him, using his nose to massage your clit, still hanging onto the sofa’s arm as he licks and sucks. He lifts his hands to palm your breasts. You fist his hair and he moans into your cunt.

“Oh, daddy,” you whine as quiet as you can, “Daddy, I’m gonna–”

He moans and grabs onto your ass again and his fingers dig into your flesh as he eats you hungrily. You grind against him again, your fingers digging into the arm of the sofa, and you silently gasp as your orgasm seizes you. Then you sputter, “D-daddy, ohhh.”

“Mmmm,” he moans and watches you tremble and jerk with your spine arching, your thighs quivering against his cheeks. You lift yourself off him as soon as you finish. “So fuckin’ hot,” he repeats in a whisper. You dismount him. The bottom half of his face is all red and soaked, some of his cum stuck in his beard.

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“You might wanna,” you gesture on your own face to show him. He goes and gets two washcloths, one for you. Your inner thighs are a little scratched up. When you’re cleaned up, you grab your shorts to put back on.

You settle back into the sofa again and catch your breath. He lays down with his head on the cushion again. His chest is still rising and falling with deep breaths. He extends an arm for you. You put your face on his chest, cheek on his chain, and his arm wraps around you.

“Guess we’re going home tomorrow,” you mumble, tired.

A minute or two of silence pass, and his breathing is so steady you wonder if he’s planning to fall asleep like this.

“You should dump him,” Joel whispers into your hair. Then his heart rate increases under your ear.

Your chest tightens and you feel defensive, like he’s implying it’s wrong, when he started all this. “I. . .” you’re not sure what to say. You don’t know if Joel would want to be with you, or if he just thinks Jack doesn’t deserve you. It’s hard to imagine Joel wanting to be with his son’s girlfriend. “What are you saying?” you ask.

“Wanna know why I came out here? Wasn't for the mattress,” he laughs. "Got cinemax in the room."

“Why?”

“Cause I could hear y'all,” he admits. "Or, him."

Your heart skips a beat. Joel was jealous? “I–we weren't fucking, sorry, I thought--” Wait, you’re apologinzg for blowing your boyfriend. You think better of explaining, even if you were doing it so you could get him to sleep and sneak into Joel's room.

Joel chuckles and covers his face with his hand, peering through his fingers. He mumbles into his palm, “Well, it was gross.”

You look at him and he slides his hand off his face. There’s something casually needy in his eyes. You don’t say anything, just look at each other. You squint at him, trying to read him. He breaks into a smile and laughs quietly.

Then it fades and he gets pensive. He looks at the tv for a few seconds, then back at you. He turns on his side to face you completely, then takes your hand.

“Lemme take ya out or somethin'." He brings your hand to his lips and kisses it gently. "Promise we'll have a good time.”

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soobinologisttt · 7 months ago

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eternal hearts - hwang intak

pairing ☆ intak x f. reader

warnings ☆ !zombie apocalypse au, !death of parents, !borderline depression, !weapons, !zombie encounter, !sick member, !many mentions of death, !nightmares, !smut, !dry humping, !unprotected sex, !dirty talk, !semi praise,

word count ☆ 5k

a/n: i think this is all! lmk if i missed something. im super proud of this!!

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alone.

afriad.

these are daily feelings. the dread of knowing that you'll go to sleep alone and wake up alone.

that you'll probably never feel safe again, no matter how long you might live.

it has been two months since the outbreak.

you were at home while your parents were out grocery shopping.

you were so sucked into your text show, you didn't even notice your phone ringing at first.

but you were pulled back into reality when you picked it up.

it was your mom calling. you answered quickly, assuming that she wants to know if you have something in the kitchen or if she should buy it.

you remember the chills you got as you heard the screams of people around your mother. they still give you nightly nightmares, often waking up in a panic and a pile of sweat.

"what is happening mom? are you okay?" you panic and stand up quickly, getting ready to put your shoes on.

"y/n, do not leave the house. lock the doors, cover them with something, mattress, dressers, anything heavy." you hear her get out in one breathe, a warning that would stick with you.

"mom? what is happening?" you sobbed, fearing the worst.

"just know, your dad and i love you. i love you so so much and you're one of the greatest things that happened to me. which is why you have to keep fighting. for me" her voice cracked as she started to sob with you.

"mommy, please, tell me what is happeni-" you could barely get the words out as you cry.

before she could answer, the phone went slient.

your worst fear had came true at this moment. you were alone.

this was the first time you felt utterly alone but it wasn't the last.

this is the feeling that is currently washing over you as survey the empty cabinets of the house that you are currently living in.

you had to get out of your childhood home. too many memories haunt that place. it only made you feel more alone than you already do.

so after everything calmed down, you packed up your stuff, tooth brush, first aid, water, clothes, towels, anything you might need to live, and stuffed it into the car parked in your garage. driving a few towns over, you found a house primarily close to a supermarket.

a two story house with an abundance of food.

although you tried your best to ration, it wasn't enough.

after about two month, you needed more food.

you dreaded the day you had to exit a house again but it was unavoidable.

and today was the day.

it's a sunny day with a cool breeze. like a nice summer day, one where one might go to the beach or maybe a park.

as much as you wish you could do that, you can't.

the zombies on the street would turn into into a bloodbath with you. having a picnic with you.

you can only imagine the way they would eat you. would they start with your heart or brains?

these thoughts help to clear all thoughts and hopes of sunshine and picnics out of your head.

you remind yourself that you need food, unless you want to go out a lame way and starve to death.

you finally stop staring into the empty cabinets like something will appear and make your way to the living room.

your weapons are on display on the coffee table facing the boarded up window.

you look over the assortment of weapons. a machete, a hand gun, bat with nails, and a crowbar.

never in a million years did you think you'd have to own a gun. swearing that you wouldn't dare touch a gun.

but things have changed and now you own.

you pick up the hand gun and holster it on your waist, making sure it's secure but easy to grab if needed.

you grab the black backpack that is only carrying a bottle of water and swing it onto your back.

you double check to make sure you didn't miss anything that you might need, then you swifty pick up the machete.

you open the door quietly to peek your head out. and when you see it's all clear, you make your way to your car. hoping to load it up.

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you absolutly love your car. it was so silent, due to additions onto a car that make it quieter. you made sure to search it up before everything went offline. securing these parts in missions, working on your car in the garage at your old house.

it wasn't long until your car as silent as a mouse, starting up without a sound, stopping, and turning off without a sound. it was something that you were grateful to do.

you stop your car at the door of the supermarket. stick your head out the window to peek. once you saw it was all clear you exit the car, grabbing your machete from off the passenger seat

you silently enter the slight ajar sliding door. making sure to check your blind spots every second or so.

once you're in the store, you raise you cleaver up to keep your distance from anything that might pop up.

you quickly walk to the canned good isle and slide the bag off your back. you put your weapon down for one second to start packing away the food when you hear it.

it was too late, it was already so close to you. you slowly put down the bag before reaching over to the shelf to find the weapon you so desperately need right now. your eyes were kept on the undead body moving towards you.

you could only scold yourself for not looking around first. a rookie mistake that might cost you your life. in your head, you're beating yourself up. but outside, you are calm and confident. you won't let this take you out.

you observe the moving monster in front of you. it's clothes are all dirty and ripped. you can barely make out the color the shirt once was due to all the dirt and their jeans are shredded. to top that, it looks like it's decaying from he outside in. seeing their intestines draging along, makes you neary throw up.

you are still feeling around when you hit a can on the shelf. listening to it fall and roll, the zombie lunges at you.

the air in your lungs dissipates as you go into survival mood.

you turn your body to look for the weapon but instead you freeze. squeezing you eyes to brace for the bite that is coming. but it doesn't come. you grab the machete and turn around in one motion.

holding it to the stranger.

standing there is a boy and the zombie is on the ground. head a few feet away from its body.

approximately 5'11, with slighly bronze skin, brown eyes bright with life, chestnut brown hair, and a serious face.

his hands are both up in the air, as if he was surrending to police. sword still in one hand.

then in a low, husky voice, he speaks, "are you okay?"

he is quite literally ignoring the fact that you have a machete pointed at him.

"yes. who are you? is there more?" you rapidly spit out questions.

"yes, they're two here and three back at the house we sleeping in tonight.

"you aren't going to hurt me. i have weapons and i am not afraid to use them." you stand tall in an attempt to intimate him.

he smiles at you, "i wouldn't dream of it."

you were on the verge of responding when two boys walk into the isle.

they are laughing, "intak," one of the boys laughs out, nearly falling to the ground. meanwhile, the other one is holding back his laugh.

"they are idiots. we aren't gonna hurt you. we are just looking for a little food and medicine." intak tells you.

"yeah," the laughing one stops, "one of our youngest is sick. we can't lose him."

suddenly you remember the phone call. remembering and knowing the pain of losing someone.

you slowly put down your weapon.

"okay, well. let's make a deal. help me load this food into my car and i will help you find a drug store."

without hestation the boy that was holding back his laugh talks, "deal."

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you and the three boys climb into your car around the time the sun began to set. it was still light outside but you know it's gonna get dark fast.

"you said you were living around here?" you ask intak, who is sitting in the passenger seat.

"yeah, just ahead." he points at the house you've been staying in.

"no, that's where i've been staying," you look at him.

"well that makes sense. we saw weapons on the table and got confused. we assumed it was empty sine there was no sign of human life." one of the boys in the back seat explain.

"did you not go upstairs? my stuff is everywhere." you ask back in a what the fuck attitude.

"no, we just laid our little brother down and left to get food." intak shyly smiles.

"well, it's almost night now. so you guys can stay. but you have to help me move the groceries into the house." you try to give a smile back, remembering that they were only there to help their little brother.

"we will get them all," a boy from the back seat tells you, "intak, you should walk in with her so the boys don't get scared." he continues.

as you pull into the driveway, intak nods and you turn off the car.

you both exit the car. you give your keys to one of the guys, making sure to tell them to lock up. adding the fact that it won't make a noise and not to be worried about drawing attention.

you both slowly shut the car doors, trying not to make a sound that would awake the few zombies that are lingering around.

you both walk in long strides quickly and make it inside, leaving the other two boys to get the food.

when you enter your eyes quickly make their way to three boys in your living room.

one is laying flat on his back on the couch. barely moving, one is sitting next to him on the floor, and the other is sleeping on the floor near them.

intak leans in, "the sick one is jongseob, the one watching him is theo, and the one sleeping is soul. we have been taking turns watching him. in fear that he might stop breathing when sleeping."

you can feel the pain in his voice.

"and the boys in the car?" you question as you never got their name.

"the giggly one is keeho and the semi-quiet one is jiung." he whispers to me.

it's like on que when keeho and jiung come crashing into the door with food hung in bag on thier arms.

"did you lock my car?" you ask as keeho hands you the keys.

"i did. where do you want these?" he pants.

"kitchen table." you nod towards the dining room.

they both nod at you before heading there.

you go to check the locks on the door, making sure to move the large dresser infront of it.

intak follows and help you.

"i do this every night. just makes me feel safe." you shrug.

"i get it. it's like us watching jongseob. it makes us feel better."

"yeah, what happened with him?" you ask as you both walk to the living room.

"we think he might of contracted some type of bug but since it was left untreated, he just got worse. we are looking for antibiotics or something."

"hmm, i can check the medicine cabinet and my first aid kit. i haven't been sick or hurt so i have no idea what is there."

he just gives you a little nod. obviously, trying not to get his hopes up.

"come on." you pull him upstairs, feeling just a little more safe with hm than the other boys.

maybe that's because he saved you or because how vulnerable he is being. you couldn't tell. but there is something there.

you lead him to the bathroom where the both of you start look for anything that might help.

you are on the ground looking in the first aid kits you've acquired over the months while intak is rummaging through the medicine cabinet above the sink.

"how long have you been alone?" intak asks not taking his eye off of the medicine he found.

"if i tell you, do you promise not to murder me or let them murder me?" you chuckle.

"we didn't plan on it, um by the way, i still don't know your name."

"y/n. and i've been alone since the start. my parents were out grocerying shopping when everything happened. my mom called to warn me and now i'm here. how about you, how long have you guys been together?"

"well as you can tell, we aren't biolgical brothers. we all grew up together and were at keeho's playing video games when it went down."

he gives a small smile, but you could see right through it.

"what about your parents?"

"we have no idea. no one contacted us. we just stayed together. that is one reason we can't lose jongseob. we are all we have." intak explans, while looking at label after label of medicine bottles.

you nod your head even though you know he can't see it.

you wanted to know what it felt like. to have someone during this time. people to lean on and cry with.

feeling the tears, you put your head down. still looking through the first aid kit even through you know the only thing in there that might help is tylenol.

"i found some!" intak opens the bottle to find five pills.

you look up quickly and then back down.

"well now we have five days to find a pharmacy or drug store." your voice came out wobbly.

intak quickly put the pills in the bottle and drops to his knees in front of you.

"y/n? did i say something?" he pulls you head up to look worriedly into your eyes.

"no, no, it's just been so long since i've been around people. and hearing your story made me wish I had people around me." you wipe your tears.

"i can't imagine what you've been through, y/n. you are so strong and do no need anyone. but i'm sure we would stay if you wanted us to." he gives you a small smile.

"thank you intak. let's go eat and give jongseob these meds." you push to get up at the same time as him. bumping him back against the counter behind you two.

you push back in a hurry, a shock of warmth spreading through you, "i am so sorry."

"don't worry about it y/n." the way your name rolls off his tongue turns you into a blushing mess as you turn and exit the bathroom.

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when you got downstairs, the smell of spaghetti filled your nostrils.

you immediately question intak, forgetting all about what just happened.

"you guys can cook food? like warm food?" you ask with wide eyes.

"yes, keeho invested in this portable stove thing. i don't know how it works but it's truly a blessing."

as soon as he stops talking you decide to run down the stairs and to the smell.

you couldn't even remember the last time you had a hot meal.

you run around the corner into the kitchen to see keeho and soul.

"soul, please stop making minecraft noises,"

"psh," you try not to laugh but let out a small chuckle.

"oh hi, umm, what's your name?" keeho smiles.

before you could respond intak does, "y/n. also we found antibiotics for five days. we need jongseob to eat and soon."

"i can speak for myself," you roll your eyes, "also is it almost done?" you look at the spaghetti like you haven't eaten in years.

it might be canned spaghetti but it is warm and that's all that matters.

"almost. are you super hunger? we made sure to get a couple of easy snacks." keeho goes full mom mode on you, pointing to the cabinet next to you.

"no, i just haven't had a warm meal in months." you smile.

"well you're in for a treat then."

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that night you ate toasted bread and spaghetti. you ate so fast that you nearly threw up. they all watched you in amazement. after you were done you sat there on the living room floor with the rest of the guys. they all learned your name and keeho feed jongseob. they gave him his first antibiotic and planning to taking turns to keep him hydrated.

it was late when you all decided to call it a night. they all had designated shifts to watch jongseob each night. tonight it was keeho's and jiung's. so the rest of us went upstairs.

soul, theo, and intak all walked to your room, seeing it to be the biggest. you didn't mind.

"uh, guys, that is my room but i don't mind sleeping in a different room so you can sleep with each other." you tell them.

"are you sure?" theo asks.

"yeah, i don't mind." you smile at him.

you all enter your room and you show them around. there wasn't much to show but you also decided to show them your stash of water and things.

you took a couple things and headed to the bedroom next door.

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"mom." you cry out.

"mom?" you shout louder.

it's a black void that you are standing in. nothing for miles, and all you can do is call out. you want to see your mom again.

you spin and spin. still not seeing anything for miles. you run in a straight line for what feels like forever.

"mom! please mom! please come back." you fall to your knees, shaking and crying.

then you feel a slight shake.

you jump up in fear of your life.

"y/n?" intak says in the darkness of the room.

after realizing it's just him, you bawl. tears pouring out creating wet spots on your shirt.

that's when he pulls you into his arms. his strong arms holding you like you might slip away. like you might drown in your own tears.

"it's okay. i'm here. we are here." he whispers into your hair.

you latch onto him, wrapping your arms around him to pull him closer.

intak strokes your hair until the tears stop. you feel your eyes ge heavy and slump against him. falling into a peaceful, nonfearful, sleep.

you don't notice that intak is still holding you until he tries to move.

laying you down softly, intak moves to get up. but instead, you grab his arm and do the unthinkable.

"will you please sleep in here with me?" you mumble, half asleep.

"are you sure? i dont want t-"

"please intak." you beg.

he complies and slips in besides you. rubbing your hair as you cuddle into him.

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it was the early morning when you woke up. the sun was barely up. you felt more refreshed than ever.

you turn to see intak sneaking out of bed.

"oh i'm sorry. i didn't want the boys to wake up and see me gone." he smiles sweetly.

"it's okay." you smile back, "um this might sound weird but you smell really good. can i perhaps have your t-shirt. it helped me sleep. i am hoping to get a few more hours." you blush and look down at the white blankets around you.

"all you have to do is ask, y/n." intak smirks before pulling his shirt off with one hand.

you felt something you haven't in a long time, butterflies. not pure horniness, but actual butterflies.

sure you were horny at times but nothing would compare to the feel intak just gave you.

he hands you the shirt and you quickly change out of your shirt into his.

not caring if he saw your body. pure emotions (and horniness) are coursing through your body.

"i would say goodnight," he chuckles, "but it's morning now."

you sit there in his shirt, waiting for his next words.

"so i will say, sweet dreams y/n." he comes over and kisses your forehead.

you lay down as he exits. he turns to look at you as you repeat his words back to him.

"sweet dreams intak." you yawn.

he shuts the door and pick up the pillow he was laying on, cudding it as you fall asleep.

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

it's been two weeks since you met the boys. and you can say that you already trust them with your whole heart.

you even let jiung and keeho take the car to find more medicine for jongseob. and after about a week and a half, jongseob began to look better. finally being able to sit up on his own and eat by himself.

they all still take turns looking after him despite his plee's that he is okay.

you have even started taking shifts. you take them with intak because being near him is the only way you can sleep.

he often sneaks into your room to help you sleep. cuddling you during the late hours of the night and sneaking back in the early morning.

besides that, you and intak have been getting super close. talking at all hours of the night and stealing sneaky glances (and touches) during the day.

he was a secret that you kept close to you. it was nice to finally have someone there for you. but also something that terrifies you.

because you knew, if you lost him, you would never be the same.

but all of those thoughts left your brain during one of the late night talks. where things strayed off into new territory.

"when was the last time you came y/n?" intak says, laying on his side, looking at you.

you stutter as you try to get out an answer.

in your brain you have two options.

you could lie to him and tell him that it has been awhile or you could tell the truth.

that you came all over your hand one morning after he left. smelling the pilliow he is currently laying on.

"come on y/n." he smirks, "i won't judge."

"umm, the other morning." you blush.

filling with embarrassment you turn to move.

you don't want him to see the red surfacing on your face.

beore you could move, he grabs ahold of you. with one arm, he pulls you close to him. you're face to face. and just as you thought he was going to kiss you, he pull you on top of him.

he is now laying on his back, looking up at you.

"woah, intak what are you doing?" you freak, it's been so long since you have had any action with a guy.

you don't know how to feel, but you do know that you don't want him to stop.

"you think i didn't hear those little moans? my name? you weren't exactly quiet."

you blush even harder and look up at the wall. wanting to look anywhere but the handsome boy under you.

"eyes down here y/n." he demands.

you comply and look down at him.

his eyes are hazy with lust and his dick throbbing under you.

you slowly grind over his hardening lenth. needing to get the release you all so need.

this causes intak to gasp in surprise.

you watch as his eyes roll to the back of his head when you start to speed up.

"fuck y/n. you're gonna drive me crazy." he looks up at you with dark eyes, causing you to shiver.

you use those words as fuel to keep going. rubbing your clothed cunt against hard shaft.

you feel the room become heavy as he reaches for the bottom of your shirt and helps you to pull it over your head.

he throws it off to the side, out of sight.

"holy shit, you're so pretty." he stares up at you, taking your left breast into his hand. rolling his index and thumb over your hardening bud.

you throw your head back at his touch. feeling the heat rush to your aching womanhood.

when he comes up and places his mouth on your nipple, you lose it.

pulling his face up, you kiss him feverishly.

teeth clashing as you forceful push your tongue into his mouth.

intak takes this time to move his hands to your hair, pulling lightly at the end.

the sounds of your mouth clashing and your tiny moans have you both wanting more.

but you're the one to break first, still grinding down onto him.

"fuck intak. can we please?" you beg.

"are you sure? i don't want you to regret this." intak looks at you with his big brown eyes. you know in that moment.

"i'm sure. I really like you intak. fuck i might even love you."

he flips you two. him staring down into your eyes.

"i think i might love you too y/n." he places sweet kisses onto your neck.

"please. please. fuck me." you whine.

"as you wish baby." he pulls down your pajama shorts and throws them across the room, next folllowing your panties.

you help him untie his pajama pants in a flash and pull off his boxers.

"well someone is needy." he chuckles before running his hand down to your wet heat, "damn y/n, you're so wet for me babe."

"intak, please." you can't take it anymore, reaching down to guide his dick into you.

"fuck," he slides in slowly as you wince at the feeling.

"you're so tight." he groans out as he slides deeper and deeper.

you claw at his back and wrap your legs around him, allowing him a different angle to go deeper.

"intak, intak, intak." you chant his name.

"shhh, we don't want to wake up the other guys." intak shushes you.

just then do you remember that through the thin wall are two guys you trust with your life. you don't want to wake them.

you give him slient nod as you bite your lip to keep the noises from falling out.

"i'm gonna speed up baby. can you be quiet?" intak leans down to whisper into your ear.

his husky voice causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.

you nod as you bite down harder on your lip, drawing blood.

intak speeds up slowly before placing his hand on your mouth.

pounding into you at a speed that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head and toes curling.

"you like that baby?" he spits.

you nod harshly.

"hmm, take it like the good girl you are." intak orders.

all you can do is moan into his hand as your body shakes with the pleasure he is giving you.

you never want it to stop.

when you feel the twitch of his cock, it sends you tumble over the edge.

sensing your orgasm, he removes his hand from your mouth to reach between you two, finding you clit in a hurry.

"intak, i'm coming. fuck. fuck." you mumble, coming out incoherent between the sounds of him fucking you into oblivion.

"come for me baby."

you come hard for the first in so long. nails dragging across his back, most likely leaving marks.

"mhm, you feel so good y/n," he takes a sharp breath in, "i'm getting so close."

he slows down a little bit. helping you to rideout your high. not wanting to overstimulate you.

you snap back into reality when intak questions you, "shit y/n," he growls, "i'm getting close. where do you want me to cum?"

you take a slight pause, formualting your thoughts while still being filled to the hilt.

"inside me please." you decide.

you didn't care if you get pregnant. you know he would be here throughout everything. you have your people and know they would help through everything.

"fuck y/n. you truly are perfect." he groans a he comes.

filling you to the brim as he spills his seed into you.

his cum overflows out of you and onto his cock.

he lets out a sexy moan before lightly collapsing on you.

"you're amazing y/n." he whispers.

"i'm so glad to have met you." you whisper back, eyes feeling heavy.

he notices your breath start to become shallow and pulls his softened lenth out of you.

the last thing you remember is the feeling of the soft cloth cleaning you off as you fall asleep.

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

when you wake up, intak is still with you.

your eyes widen as you hear jiung through the door, "has anyone seen intak?"

you shot up and turn to the sleeping boy next to you.

you shake intak lightly and as he wakes up you lift a finger to your lips, signaling him to be quiet.

then, if things couldn't get worse, you hear a knock on your door.

"hey y/n, have you seen intak?" you hear keeho on the other side of the door.

you and intak look at each other with smiles on your faces. trying not to laugh you confess. it was a spilt decision but you know you want to be with intak. there is not point in hiding it.

"he's in here with me."

intak sits up with wide eyes as you tell keeho what you've been hiding.

he gives you a 'why would you say that' look before you hear keeho chuckle.

"i knew it!"

intak finally lets out the breath he has been holding since you told keeho the truth.

you let out a soft chuckle.

"well i made pancakes. they are downstairs when y'all are ready."

"okay thank you." intak calls back, presumably to let them know he is alive.

as keeho walks away you hear him tell someone, "i told you."

you let out a laugh which causes intak to laugh.

you lean in to him and give him a quick peck, before pulling back.

"let's get dressed and eat. i'm starving." you smile widely at him.

"let's go y/n."

and for the first time in a long time, you weren't alone.

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 2 years ago

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༉‧₊˚. 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐨𝐲 || 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧

― pairings: daryl dixon x plus size!reader

― era: season 4/pre-Governor

― summary: while out on a run, you find a cowboy hat, and what was once light-hearted teasing had actually woken up something inside of you, because he just looked too damn good.

― warnings: daryl in a cowboy hat (duh), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), cumming inside, oral (d. receiving), blowjobs, come eating, riding, biting (mentioned literally once), marking, established relationship, kissing, praise, dirty talk (mostly daryl's dirty mouth 'cause yes).

― wc: 1841

⋆ a/n: uhhh it's the way this almost turned into a 2k one shot of just straight up porn?? like i shit you not i one hundred percent think i lost my self-control while writing this, but oh well, i enjoyed it and i hope you guys do too! thank you all for the mass influx of support over the last few days, it never fails to blow my mind every time. i love you all!

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You swear your intentions were pure at first; it was just you trying to shoot the shit with Daryl and a cowboy hat, but you hadn't expected him to look so… natural with it on.

Walking around the shopping mall you, Glenn, Daryl, and Maggie were scouring through, you had come across a plain black cowboy hat lying on the floor alone. It appeared to be relatively spotless besides a little dirt and dust on it. You bent over and picked it up, your hand patting away the grime as you examined it. You couldn't help the shit eating grin that split on your face, your eyes flaring mischievously as you made your way back to your poor unsuspecting boyfriend who was searching through the camping department.

Sneaking up behind him, you quickly placed the hat on his head, eliciting a surprised grunt from the man in front of you.

"There," You said with your hands placed on your hips. "Now you're a real cowboy." He turned around to look at you with a glare. "Ain' no cowboy." He grumbled, and your breath caught at the sight of him. Every witty comeback you had been curating in your mind had suddenly died in your throat along with your ability to speak. "Wha'?" Daryl asked at your sudden silence. You swallowed nervously, "You look great, real sexy."

“Shuddup.” He scoffed, taking the hat off and placing it on your head so that it slightly obstructed your vision. He continued further into the department. “I’m serious!” You called out with a laugh as you chased after him.

“Wild west movies used to really get me going, you know!”

He didn’t see you shove the thing into your bag, or the fact that you were biting back a smirk the whole ride back to the prison.

You hadn’t forgotten about the way he looked in it, nor the fact that everytime you passed by your bag, the hat felt like it was going to burn a hole right through the floor. You were waiting for the perfect opportunity to bring up its potential use in the bedroom until one fell into your lap - more like his.

You were sitting on his lap as he had his back pressed against the prison wall, his lower half resting on the two mattresses the both of you had pushed together to make a makeshift double bed. His fingers dug into the skin of your hips, your hands tightly clasping his cheeks, holding his lips onto yours as you made out fervently. Your body was slightly raised above his when you remembered the cowboy hat. You pushed a finger in between your mouths as you separated with a smirk.

“Wait.” You breathed. “You okay?” He asked in concern, searching your face and eyes for any sight of discomfort. “I got something I wanna try, if that’s fine with you.” You nodded gently. “Wha’ is it?” Your smirk formed into a wide smile at his question.

He watched you with a mix of curiosity and anticipation as you leaned over and unzipped your backpack, his palms that rested on your hips continued to keep a firm grip on you as reached for what you were looking for. His eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets when they caught sight of the brim of that stupid cowboy hat.

“The hell?” He couldn’t help but say. It wasn’t full of disgust, but rather surprise. You laughed, “I may or may not have brought it back home with the intention of asking you to wear it while we have sex.” The sides of his lips quirk as he takes the hat from your hands. “I guess ya really were serious about wild wes’ movies gettin’ ya goin’.” But nonetheless, he puts it on, and you bite your lip.

“Like I said, you’re the sexiest cowboy I’ve ever seen.”

He tilts his head up as your lips lock in an amorous embrace, and you grind your hips down on his hard-on. He groans against your lips, gripping and pressing your body down to receive maximum pressure from your cloth covered cunt. Your kisses trailed down his neck, nibbling on his scruff and unbuttoning his sleeveless shirt to push off of his shoulders, which he helped you do. Your greedy hands trailed through the patch of hair on his chest, following the hair down to where it disappeared into his jeans. You unbutton them, moving your butt down a little bit so that you could take him out of his underwear.

He hissed in pleasure as you pressed down on his leaky tip, rubbing his precum around before you bent forward, adjusting your body so that your ass was raised and arched, licking a stripe from the vein on the underside of his cock to the tip, twirling your tongue around it.

“Shit!” He let out a raspy whimper, burying his thick fingers gently gripping onto the roots of your hair. The pressure on your scalp was welcomed as you took him further down your throat, swallowing around him and fondling his balls with your free hand. Daryl desperately tried to keep himself quiet, seeing as though the walls of the prison weren’t thick, and anyone could hear him, and that was something that he didn’t think he would be able to live down.

He could feel himself nearing his climax with every suck of your devilish mouth, and he knew that you could feel him too. You peered up at him through your eyelashes, watching his shirtless chest rise and fall heavily, he looked dark as he practically gazed into your soul, the cowboy hat adding a shadow over his features that turned you on beyond comprehension. You pressed your thighs together to desperately relieve the growing tension between your legs, and when the fat of them put pressure against your clit, you whined, the noise shooting up your boyfriend’s spine.

“Fuck, sweetheart. ‘M gunna cum.” He warned, his back arching and hips chasing your warm mouth. You only pulled off to say, “Down my throat.” Your words were heavy and breathy, but you didn’t care, taking him back into your throat and stroking what you couldn’t swallow. He gulped, allowing his head to lean back on the concrete cell wall, biting on his bottom lip so hard in an attempt to stay silent that he could’ve sworn he tasted the metallic tang of blood.

“Yeah?” He asked with a breathless groan. “‘Wan’ me to paint that pretty little mouth of yours white?” You whined at his dirty words, and he felt your noises burn through his veins like fire. He didn’t hold back from occasionally bucking his hips, his thrusts growing sloppy before he pressed your head down, shooting his load deep down your esophagus.

You swallowed his cum, which caused him to hiss due to oversensitivity. You pulled off of him, licking your lips before sticking your tongue out to show him that you hadn’t wasted a drop.

“God damn, girl.” He grunted as you crawled your way up to his lips to place a deep kiss on his lips, allowing him to taste himself. “Are ya tryin’ta kill me?” He asked when you pulled away. You giggled, dragging playful fingers up and down his chest. “Maybe?” You said, biting your bottom lip with a smile.

He just scoffed, kissing you once more as you avoided knocking your head against the rim of his hat. “Let me ride you, cowboy.” You heaved.

He nodded, allowing you to stand and take your clothes off as he rid himself of his pants and underwear.

You clambered back on top of him, allowing your soaked slit to gently caress his hard cock.

“Fuck.” He cursed, the grip on your hips turning bruising due to your teasing. You mewled at the feeling of his heated skin brushing your sensitive clit, your self control slipping as you reached down and lined his cock up to your entrance, slowly sinking down due to the lack of foreplay and prep. The initial stretch of his tip hurt, your nails digging into the skin of his tanned shoulders, a silent cry leaving your lips as your head fell back.

Daryl gave you a moment to adjust to his size, distracting you with his calloused thumb, which rubbed comforting circles onto your tiny bundle of nerves. Your muscles loosened as you moved, slightly bouncing until you found a rhythm where your ass met his thighs. He aided you in your riding, guiding your body up and down.

“So fuckin’ wet.” He grunted, rolling both of his lips between his lips as he watched where your bodies joined together, as though he was in a trance. “‘S all for you, D.” You slurred. His cock repeatedly brushed against that sensitive spot inside of your body. He was already sensitive, which made him all the more determined to help you reach your peak first.

“Put yer hands on the wall.” He rasped. You placed your arms on either side of his head, your breasts pretty much shoved in his face when his hips rose up, fucking themselves into you harshly. You yelped in surprise, pressing your palms harder against the walls as he pounded into you from below. He raised his head, his eyes searching for yours from under the hat.

His irises swam with lust and need, but also a hidden determination that only he knew about.

“‘Gunna make you cum real good, pretty girl.” He huffed a ragged breath. “Promise.”

“Please, Dar. I need it!” You cried.

He looked away from you, focusing on his thrusts which were unforgiving, bruising your cervix with every slam of his tip. Your arms grew shaky as you neared your end, almost causing you to fall forward if you hadn’t laid your head on the cool rock.

“So close,” You breathed, “‘M so close, baby, please.” You begged. “I gotcha. ‘Gunna cum with ya, sweet cheeks.” Your body flushed with relief at his words.

Your bodies worked together to help reach your climaxes, and when you did, you held back a loud moan, and Daryl hid his in between the valley of your breasts, which lightly bit into. There might be a mark there tomorrow, but who cares?

You shuddered through your world shattering orgasm and he worked you through it, lazily thrusting into you until you muttered the words, ‘no more.’

You slowly sat back down, wincing seeing as though his softening cock was still shallowly buried inside of you.

“Holy fucking shit.” You laughed deliriously. “If I knew ya would’a been all pent up like this over some hat I would’a worn it sooner. Maybe even take ya righ’ then and there in tha’ mall.”

You smirk in amusement at his daring words, “Is that so?” You asked with a mischievous smile. “Mhm.” He hummed with a grin, his hands descending to gently massage your outer thighs whilst you cupped his cheeks, both of you falling into a blissful, giggly kiss.

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her-satanic-wiles · 1 year ago

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October 21st

Panties & Lingerie, Swiss x Reader

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Words: 1.6k

Warnings: Lingerie kink; kind of cracked; hella soft; body worship; piv sex; vaginal sex; unprotected sex; marking (someone posted a TikTok like an hour or so after they had sex and they were marked up to the Gods and it put me in a mood okay?); fingering; dry humping; praise kink;

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It started out as a joke - you never thought he’d actually do it. You’d been on tour with the Ghost project Ghouls and Papa for over half of the shows at this point, when you and Swiss had decided to go out and explore the town. You passed a lingerie shop, a very famous one, actually, and as you stepped inside to window shop, Swiss had begun complaining. “You never wear anything like this for me.” “Why don’t I get to unwrap you?” Blah, blah, blah. It was frustrating to say the least.

And so, you said it: “Well, I’ll only wear a set like that if you do.”

You took his silence as him accepting defeat. You took his silence as him letting the subject go. What you didn’t expect was for him to haul ass back to the store and cart his purchases across multiple cities before he finally enacted his plan.

You got back to the hotel room after a bit of solo exploring to find the lights off and smooth jazz playing in the background. Electric candles served as the only source of light in the entire room, and rose petals led the way towards the bed closest to the window. From the entryway of the room, you could see Swiss’ bare feet twiddling to the sound of the music as he waited for you to arrive. The sight you saw as you got further into the room was… well, something.

Swiss lay there on the bed, his left side pressed into the mattress and facing the door so he could see your reaction. In his mouth was a single rose, no doubt pulled of any thorns that may dig into his sensitive skin. His head and beautiful black curls resting on his gorgeous, very large hand while the other rested atop his waist. He was completely bare except for a singular scrap of clothing covering his lower regions. You did a double-take before staring directly at it, unabashedly and unashamed at the length of time it took for you to realise just exactly what it was he was wearing. Panties. Women’s panties. The very same ones he’d pointed out to you in the lingerie store not one week ago. He playfully waggled his eyebrows at you when you’d finally looked back up at his face, a shit-eating grin plastered all across it letting you know that he knew he’d won the bet.

He removed the rose from his mouth. “You ask, baby girl, you receive.” He told you suggestively.

“What? Wh-when did I ask for this? Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate it. You look very delectable. But… when?”

He reminded you of what you’d said in the store and with no further comments he put the rose back in his mouth and gestured to a set laid out on the bed at his knees intended for you. The panties were exactly the same as his; same material, brand, set, colour, everything. Except you had a matching bra with harness details - and he fully intended to have you wear it right this second.

When you stepped out the bathroom in the lingerie he’d chosen, his mouth dropped like a cartoon. You could swear you saw his eyes bulge like one. “Satan give me strength,” he said once he’d regained composure - his voice dark and suggestive, “get your fine ass over here immediately.” He lay back so his back rested atop the pillows and his head and shoulders were against the headboard and patted his knee to suggest you straddle his hips. And when he felt your weight on top of him, he let out a groan of appreciation.

Underneath you, he was already at half-mast and the longer he drank in your appearance, the harder he got. Large hands roamed your body admiringly, feeling the softness of your form under his calloused fingertips, and eyes praising every curve and dip they could see. From this position, he could see all of you. There was certainly no hiding from him and the strength of his grip on your hips made damn sure of that.

He sat up, pressing his body against yours and let his lips roam around the available skin they could find. Open mouthed kisses were placed over your chest and breasts, where the cups were just a tad too small for you and had you spilling out of them. He kissed the crook of your neck, a sensitive spot for you which made you sit down just a little and apply pressure to his centre, earning you a thankful groan. The longer his lips stayed there, the more your hips moved, and eventually you found yourself grinding against his hardness and relieving a little bit of the pressure between you. The kisses on your neck and chest turned into licking and sucking until eventually, small bruises decorated your skin and left the flesh tender and sensitive to touch.

Eventually, you felt his hands rush to your hips and dig in, urging you to stop. “Gonna make me cum.” He told you, lips still pressed to your chest and the painting he was creating on your skin. He pulled you down for a kiss and took his free hand to your core, dipping it under your waistband and searching for that bundle of nerves still tingling from the pleasure you’d just felt. Once he found it, he set to work stroking it, working you as much as he could until you would tip over the edge. Neither of you thought it would take long given that you were also relatively close to cumming when you were grinding on him. Thus, he had you finishing and cumming all over his hand within just a few strokes. As you came, your fingernails dug into his bare shoulders and your body almost collapsed onto him. His fingers always knew how to work you perfectly, play you like the instrument he was so skilled in. He knew you so well.

With your hands still on his shoulders, you pushed him down onto the bed giving yourself more room to work. You pulled his panties down just enough to free him from the lace, and moved your own panties to the side before lining yourself up and sinking down. Swiss would usually stretch you out with his thick fingers before his considerable girth went anywhere near your cunt, but today you didn’t have the patience for it. Your hole was practically begging for him, stretched or not, and so you welcomed the bite of him pushing passed your entrance, and relished in the bordered pain that came with him bottoming out inside you.

His own face contorted in response, his eyebrows furrowing at your extra tightness around his length, and a strangled, “fuck!” falling from his throat. His hands gripped your hips again and squeezed, trying to distract himself from the intense feeling that was brewing in his stomach. Your own hands using his chest as leverage and allowing your hips to bounce freely as soon as you felt comfortable doing so.

“That’s it.” He praised, eyes glued to where you were both joined. “Just like that, baby. Fucking ride me just like that. Oh fuck!”

Swiss was, praises that be, on the more vocal side when it came to his pleasure. A little exaggerated at times, sure, but that was only because you relished in how he sounded. Mostly, though, all the noises he made were involuntary. Most of his praises and words he spoke he had no idea he’d even done so unless you felt like you needed to bring it up afterwards. Like the first time he told you he loved you was when you were in this exact position, riding his cock so good it just slipped out. Did he mean it? Absolutely. Was it intentional? Certainly not. Even then, when his eyes were darting between your cunt swallowing him hole and the way your breasts were pushed together by your arms resting on his chest, words just kept falling out.

“One day I’m gonna fuck those tits.” He told you. “Oh, fuck! Pussy feels so fucking good! So tight. Fuck. Not gonna last much longer, baby. Faster! Please, move faster. Just like that. Good girl. Keep fuckin’ going!”

His hands had, at this point, held your hips as still as possible, and in his own desperation to cum, he’d begun thrusting upwards. You were sure he had no idea he was even doing it, that his body had just taken over from the feeling of being so deep inside you. Even so, you let him control the pace, allowed him to take what he needed from your body and whispered sweet nothings in his own ears until it was his turn to cum.

As he let go, the veins on his neck began to stand out from the intense way his body was straining. His breath escaped him as he emptied himself into you, and it was only when some of the intensity had subsided he was able to breathe again. His hips had initially stilled inside you, but the more his orgasm dissipated, the more he could move again, slowly and shallowly thrusting into you until there was nothing left to give.

It took some time for him to regain his breath and his composure, and by the time he had, you were already lay at his side kissing his chest. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer to him. “You’re incredible, you know that?” He asked.

“I try.” You replied. “I gotta go clean up.”

“No stay just a bit longer. I’m too tired to shower.”

You laughed. “You can stay here if you have to.”

“And have you shower without me? No fuckin’ chance.”

Previous Day ⛧ Next Day

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perfectlyoongi · 4 months ago

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ROOMMATE!TAEHYUNG who spends one night a month on the living room with you. Taehyung knew that the best way for you to charge your energy was to have a night to yourself. but Taehyung also knew that you wouldn’t do a night like that on your own. as such, every month Taehyung would place his bed mattress in the living room and order your favorite food. after choosing a movie that would ease your tension a little, Taehyung would call you, leading you to the living room hand in hand, too excited by his surprise to be able to contain himself. and, although it was a recurring thing, you continued to be surprised every month when you came across a makeshift bed next to your sofa — Taehyung did all that work for you. “your week has been really busy, so let’s watch a movie together. i already ordered pizza and opened the juice. bring your pillow and stop making excuses.”

ROOMMATE!TAEHYUNG who buys matching curtains for your room and his room. when Taehyung came across that light fabric in the store, he had to buy it. it was too beautiful to be trapped in a store, that fabric deserved the freedom of a curtain. but it was so beautiful that Taehyung had to offer it to you too. to be honest, offering the fabric to you was the first thought that crossed Taehyung’s mind, but he would deny it if you asked. he only offered you those curtains because he accidentally bought double, that’s all. “look, i accidentally bought the same curtains twice so i thought you might want them? they are simple, i think they look good in your room. if you don’t want to, it’s okay. but… do you want them?”

ROOMMATE!TAEHYUNG who likes to hear you talk about the gossip in the building. when Taehyung could hear you opening the door to his room with a small gasp, Taehyung knew that gossipy moments were coming — and he didn’t mind one bit. somehow you knew everything that was happening in your building and every time something new happened, your first reaction was to go to Taehyung’s room and make him aware of everything. of course, Taehyung didn’t want to know if the neighbor across the corridor bought a dog like the neighbor on the third floor. Taehyung didn’t even want to know if the doorman was caught again with the businessman on the fifth floor. what Taehyung liked was that for mere minutes, everything disappeared. only you existed. just your cheerful voice and adorable reactions. for mere minutes, the sun would cease to exist just to give you space to shine. “i’ll be honest with you. our downstairs neighbor doesn’t interest me at all. what i really enjoy hearing is your little comments. you can be so dramatic, you’re amazing.”

ROOMMATE!TAEHYUNG who puts you in the bathtub when you have bad days. Taehyung knew perfectly well when you were sad; he knew perfectly well when you were really sad and he knew that at those times all you asked for was a friendly shoulder and some comfort. so, when he knew that the world was more aggressive towards you, Taehyung would hold your hand and guide you to the bathroom, where he made you sit in the bathtub fully dressed. he quickly found a place next to you and in that place, as together as you could, as silent as you could, you collapsed. if you cried or screamed, if you were silent or talking so much that nothing you said made sense, Taehyung was always by your side, next to you. with bodies so close that you could feel Taehyung’s heat, you would let off steam in that bathtub and, when you were more relieved, Taehyung would help you get out of the bathtub, repeating the same speech every time. “what happens in the bathtub, stays in the bathtub. there is no need for you to feel shame or regret. it’s already passed. it’s not in your heart anymore. don’t give it that importance.”

ROOMMATE!TAEHYUNG who adopts a rock with you. when you and Taehyung went shopping for the first time, you let yourself be guided by the last rays of sun that invited you to explore a little of that city. and when Taehyung came across a small round grey stone, his first reaction was to bend down and pick it up. after showing you the stone excitedly, Taehyung returned to observing it carefully and, when he noticed that there were no imperfections, all he could think about was how that stone, so round and perfect, would look good on top of the furniture at the entrance of the house, your house — it would almost function as a small pet shared by the two of you. “look, isn’t it cute? let’s take it home. it could be our pet that greets us whenever we come home. what do you think? i think it looks like a Roger…”

ROOMMATE!TAEHYUNG who watches the sunrise with you when life gets more complicated. as much as you wanted to end those days as quickly as possible, the reality is that it seemed like they stretched on for an eternity, without showing any signs of ending. and on those days, when the bathtub and crying weren’t enough to appease your heart, Taehyung would sit with you on the living room floor in front of the window and, in total silence and without putting any pressure on you, Taehyung saw the sun rising with you. it was a simple ritual, something that to many meant nothing, but being there with Taehyung, seeing the hope of the morning sun rays, was enough to make you feel like a human being. “everything is fine. everything is fine. you don’t need to talk. i am here. when you’re ready, i’m here.”

ROOMMATE!TAEHYUNG who makes a paper star every day since he met you and offers you a jar full of them when he declares himself to you. if you asked Taehyung, he wouldn’t be able to explain to you why that habit appeared when he met you; maybe, in a way, it was the universe’s way of telling you that you were meant to be together — all the stars knew your names, all the stars told your story. so, when he offered you that jar full of colorful stars, even though he managed to hide all his nervousness, you knew that it was something important to Taehyung. and, it was when you accepted the jar that Taehyung took a deep breath and finally spoke to you. “there are too many stars to count, so i’ll just tell you… each star represents a day since i met you. the red stars are the days i realized i liked you. there is no more room for more, so i decided to offer it to you as a token of my love.”

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