#also barely edited this so um sorry for typos or anything T-T

[ceeceetumbles]

MORE HEKIRU.

this is about him getting his cartridge - unless im dumb and missed it i dont think they ever addressed this in the canon text? so i just made something up. and if they did go over getting cartridges in the canon text and i just missed it then um this is just an au where u get cartridges like this. lol.

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the cartridges had been lined up neat on the tabletop.

“choose the one that draws you to it,” the ranger overseeing him had said. she nodded towards the table, towards the thick cartridges that covered it. they looked bulky. they sat heavy in his hands.

he brushed his fingers over a few before finally settling on one in the middle of the back row. it looked kind of lonely. it made his heart sink.

“okay,” the ranger said. “good. now – see the slot at the back of your artifact?”

they’d pushed the artifact into his arms. he was afraid of it. his brain filled with pictures of himself dropping it. shattering it.

he glanced at the back of the artifact. there it was. he nodded.

“alright. it’s pretty simple. just – click it in.”

his hands shook. the other rangers watched, interested. what would it be? the spare cartridges had been thrown together into a pile and then lined up at random. what power would this nervous boy hold?

the cartridge snapped into place. they held their breaths.

the divine artifact was quiet for a moment, still and colorless.

hekiru’s heart pounded. maybe it wouldn’t work. maybe he had grabbed the one defective cartridge. maybe he was just so bad at all of this that there was something about him that would render any divine power useless.

then the artifact glowed.

the rangers cheered.

it glowed a deep blue, its tendons almost coming alive as they hummed and stretched. hekiru clenched his fists around the handle. one at the base of the blade, the other steady in the middle. he was not going to drop this thing, no matter what it did.

the artifact started to melt in his hands.

he sucked in a yelp and almost yanked his hands back to let the artifact clatter to the floor. it was melting. would it melt him??

but then he pictured the blue keeper himself shaking his head over the broken artifact. he pictured that scarred face turning to yell at him. can’t even hold a simple stick for a full five minutes, can you? you incompetent freak. you failure.

hekiru trembled. he held the artifact tighter. if it melts his hands off of his body, so be it. he will be renowned as a martyr. sacrificed his hands for the ranger cause, for the good of the people. maybe he’ll never need to actually see combat.

the thought lightened his chest a little bit. he held the scythe as tightly as he could.

“heyy,” the ranger said, impressed. “oh, nice. no one’s grabbed this one in a while.”

“w-what does it do?”

hekiru stared at the divine artifact as it dripped and oozed. the acid rolled in heavy droplets off of the sides.

“it’s a powerful solvent. eats through just about anything.”

hekiru, stunned, watched as the droplets pooled on the floor. they hissed as they ate through the concrete, leaving little dents behind.

“wow,” he mumbled.

“very powerful. very cool.”

his eyes fell back to the dripping acid on the artifact itself. it was running down the length of the scythe’s handle onto his arm, he noted.

onto his arm.

his eyes widened in shock and horror at the sight of it. the feel of it. he recoiled, choking on his own spit. his arm was going to burn off. his arm was going to burn off.

he squeezed his eyes tight.

but there was nothing. no burning. no scent of roasting flesh.

he carefully peeked at his arm.

no burning.

instead, the droplets had continued their descent. they ran down the length of his forearm and oozed off at the elbow.

his entire body, hekiru realized, was dripping. just like the artifact. they were one and the same. he was melting, too.

he stood still. he could feel it, he noticed, now that he knew to pay attention. he could feel the gloopy droplets beading up on his skin. he could feel them rolling down his sides and collecting at his fingertips until they dripped off.

the ranger said something else. hekiru couldn’t hear her. his heart was thudding and his blood ran quick through his ears.

he shifted the scythe and watched the droplets swerve with it.

he could use this. he could burn things. he could melt anything that tried to block his path. he could clear his way with this power. he saw his future, for a moment: fresh and bright. nothing could stop him anymore.

his chest heaved. he laughed.

the ranger smiled at him.

[some-kindofgnome]

you turn me on (i’m a radio)

bokuto comes over one night midweek while you’ve got the apartment to yourself. after a mishap with his favourite volleyball shorts, you take advantage of the privacy.

c: koutarou bokuto x reader

wc: 5.4k

tags: smut (18+ please!), college au, aged-up characters, oral sex (both receiving), praise kink, begging, soft and sloppy sex feat. bo the horny simp giving u the creampie of ur life, body worship if u squint

notes: bo has a fat ass and I have a praise kink. that is all. oh, wait, i should also mention that this is mostly unedited. so if u see typos feel free to point em out! thx 💕

the song this bit is named after is so sweet and sunny & makes me think of bo all the time, so give it a listen if you’d care to! ☀️

ALSO forgot to mention that this was inspired by a tiktok i saw like a million years ago where this girl was helping her boyfriend get out of his too-small rugby shorts. it has been lost to the ether but you better BELIEVE if i ever find it again i’ll be linking it here

EDIT: @karikarasuno​ the absolute ANGEL has scoured the internet and found the tiktok in question.  p l e a s e go and watch it, u will not regret 😌

(MASTERLIST)

“’Kay, okay, I’m going!”

Bokuto tears himself from the tender press of your mouth in one fell swoop. As he whirls away with a tempted giggle, he combs his fingers through his mussed-and-sweaty hair. Practice was only two hours tonight, but he still doesn’t want to leave your side even long enough to shower.

You’ve only been dating for a few months, still lingering in that phase of every new relationship that feels too good to last. Your emotional involvement in one another deepens by the day, but you never fight. And you have a shamefully difficult time keeping yourself away from him. On a weeknight like this with no big assignments to speak of, you should be catching up on your readings, your chores, or even your sleep. But when you passed Bo in the quad earlier, pausing in your walk to class for a hi and a kiss, you’d invited him over before you could even stop yourself.

He’s nice to be around. Pleasant, unhindering. Even if you wanted to finish some readings or do some laundry while he’s over, he’s happy to be idle in your company. He is infuriatingly patient and understanding sometimes, compared to the slew of demanding, needy boyfriends that came before him.  

You watch him retreat into the safety of your bedroom, grinning like a fool. He’s fresh out of practice and practically dripping in sweat, dried from the walk you shared from the athletic center. Your evening class that night wrapped up around the same time as his practice, and when you passed the gym doors on your way home, he was already loitering on the steps with his teammates. Instead of pretending he didn’t see you or offering you a casual, passing nod like you expected, he practically bounded down the wide concrete steps and introduced you gleefully to the pack of volleyball players behind him who already knew you well.

There was no way you were letting him go all the way home to shower first. Not when he’s never minded smelling like your orange-and-sandalwood shower gel in the first place.

Once he’s disappeared, you give a yawn and a deep stretch and haul ass off the couch, padding into the kitchen to tidy up the snacks you shared on the way in the door.

You’ve barely got the first plates in the sink before a muffled babe? from the bedroom gives you pause.

“Bo?” You call back, setting your handful down and trying to keep your brow from furrowing too deeply. “You okay?”

“Can you… um…” His response starts off strong, louder than before, but it dwindles into a dull, unintelligible mutter that sounds uncertain enough to send you away from the kitchen.

You gently shoulder the bedroom door open, frowning at his broad shape, silhouetted in the shadowy bathroom doorway from the light behind him. “What’s the matter?”

Feeling along the wall for the light switch, you illuminate the pot lights over your bed.

Bokuto’s cheeks are gently flushed as he waddles toward you with his thumbs dug into the waistband of his volleyball shorts. The fabric is tough and certainly seems clingy, but there’s a strain in his neck and shoulders that takes you a minute to pin down.

“I can’t…” he starts to say, trailing off, then pulls his hands out of his shorts and drops them to his side with a heavy, defeated sigh.

“They’re stuck.”

You force the corners of your mouth downward, tightening the line of your mouth to keep the mirth locked firmly in your throat.

“I can see that.”

He’s been hitting the gym hard lately, shoving down the calories to try and bulk up a little for the upcoming tournament season. And while you know he’s been putting on some weight, since he tells you just about everything, it never occurred to you that he might be bulking up quick enough to outgrow his favourite shorts.

Bo lets out a quiet little whine, digging a thumb into the waistband one more time and prompting you to step forward.

“How stuck are you?” You reach for him. He turns sideways, twisting his chin over one shoulder to try and assess the situation from every plausible angle.

Oh. You slap a hand to your mouth.

The waistband is rolled down around his hips and already strained to its absolute limit, stuck on the sharp swell of his butt and already compressing the flesh in a way that looks genuinely painful. He’s wearing a pair of tight white compression shorts underneath the uniform shorts in question, but they’re not doing much to aid the situation, either.

You’re eager to get him out of those shorts for several reasons now.

“Alright.” You try to keep your voice low, stepping up to his front and gently laying your hands on the stiff cotton roll at his hips. “Let me just-“

“I don’t know what happened,” he whines, slotting his hands on top of yours and squirming in between them. “They were hard to get on, but-“

“Don’t worry,” you interrupted softly. “We’ll get them off you one way or another.”

The fearful reflection of your sharpest kitchen scissors in his eyes suggests that he believes you.

Your first two attempts are about as successful as Bokuto’s solo endeavours. First, you wedge your hands into the fabric at his sides while he pushes from the front and back, but you give a hard shove while he lets up on the tension and his elbow very nearly connects with your nose, so you try a different approach.

Coming round to his backside, you dig your hands into the space between his uniform shorts and the tight spandex that holds what’s left of his modesty.

“Okay,” you pant, already a little breathless after dodging Bokuto’s flying elbows. “What if I-“

“Hang on,” he prompts, but it’s too late. You wind up and jump as hard as you can, using the downward force generated to try and shove the confining waistband down over his hips. It slides down another couple of inches, and inspiration flares in your chest as Bokuto turns over one shoulder, sweating.

“It’s working!” Your voice comes shrill with excitement, and before he can stop you you’re jumping again, shoving even harder this time. You meet resistance this time, and before you can clue in to what’s pushing back Bokuto howls in pain and doubles over, clasping his palms between his thighs.

“Oh, fuck, baby, I’m sorry.” You drop to one knee beside him as he descends into pained laughter.

“’S alright,” he promises, “I didn’t want kids that bad, anyway.”

You can’t help the snort that bubbles forward from your chest. Bo straightens slowly as his pain fades, but you stay on your knees, determined to get him undressed without resorting to textile violence.

Determination settles heavy and proud across your shoulders. You look up through your brows at him and when your eyes meet, his cheeks pink softly.

“We got this.”

Bokuto’s throat bobs. He nods shallowly and pulls his lower lip between his teeth.

You slip your hands into his shorts again, rolling them slowly down his thighs. Bokuto averts his eyes, letting out another audible gulp. Just when you’re starting to get somewhere, his hips twitch and he shifts his weight restlessly from one leg to the other.

“Stand still,” you scold, giving his hip a little slap. His breath hitches, hands flinching forward as he dips his torso backward.

“Um,” he pants. When you look up at him again, his neck and ears are bright red and he’s got his eyes trained firmly on the Star Wars poster hanging above your desk.

You level your gaze and realize two things.

1) Bokuto’s not wearing anything under his white compression shorts.

2) Apparently, your little scare wasn’t nearly as painful for him as he let on.

“Babe,” you tease. “I’m flattered, really.”

“C’mon!” He protests, scraping his fingers through the wild strands of his sweat-clumped hair. “What’d you think was gonna happen if you got down there all…”

“All what?” You lean forward without thinking, nuzzling the spandex that sits in the groove between his hip and his thigh. He groans deeply, letting his head fall back. His cock, thickening at the base, is still restrained tightly by the waistband of his shorts. You can practically see it throb into its confines, and his groan pinches tight with discomfort.

“Baby, please.” He’s wound his hands tightly in the front of his t-shirt by now, rucking it up over his belly for some way to dispel the tension. “Get ‘em off. Please.”

“You’re not exactly making it easier.”

A desperate whine from over your head suggests that maybe the time for jokes is passing. You abandon all coyness and tuck your hand under the weight of his balls, gently tugging down on the waistband and freeing all of him from its confining pressure. Bokuto gasps and lets his hips swing forward, but his dick swells quickly to fill its new, spandex restraint and you figure you’d better work quickly.

“God, this is really turning you on, isn’t it?” You can’t help the eagerness in your tone as you attack the swell of his hips one last time. With all his sensitive parts in the clear you don’t have to hold back, wedging and wrenching until the widest part of his pelvis is free and the shorts drop to the floor with a soft little triumphant rustle.

Bokuto groans like he’d just been strapped to a time bomb, stepping out of the fabric and kicking it towards the door. He drops the hem of his shirt and reaches for you, but you’re already leaning in to nose against the crook of his thigh some more, peeling down the stretchy, forgiving top of his compression shorts.

“Wh- babe.” He flushes. “I haven’t showered-“

“Don’t care,” you hum, entranced by the hypnotic length of his shaft, white spandex stretched sheer and dabbed with wet at the tip. “Want to taste you.”

“Are you s- oh, you’re sure.” His hands surge forward, this time soothing lovingly over the crown of your head as you tug the stretchy fabric down to his knees. His cock bobs eagerly against one thigh, unaffected by its confining endeavour, and you lean in and seal your mouth against the seam of his groin, where his shaft meets his body.

He is bulky and broad, thick cords of muscle and fat spanning his thighs and torso. His thighs and pelvis are dusted all over with wiry silver hair, and you bury your nose into the trimmed patch of it over his cock, licking eagerly at his soft skin.

Above you, Bokuto shudders hard enough to buckle his knees while you trace your hand up the stiff length of him. You’re trying your best to hide just how deeply you want to breathe him in, the addicting musk of his sweat filling your brain and sending deep throbs of arousal straight to your pussy.

“So hard,” you groan into his hip, “just from letting me get on my knees for you?”  

He draws a sharp breath through his teeth, squeezing at the back of your head as his eyelashes flutter. His face is beet red from nose to hairline now.

“W-well, what else was I s’posed to- with you lookin’…” He is borderline incoherent, and you haven’t even put your mouth on him yet.

Adorable.

“You smell so good,” you murmur without thinking, flicking your eyes to his quickly when you realize what you’ve said. But it only serves to push his own arousal further, cock throbbing palpably between your fingers as he curses quietly through his teeth.

“Please,” he groans, letting his head roll back. “Don’t tease.”

You can’t deny a request as pleasantly worded as that.

After planting one more teasing kiss along the plane of his shaft, you draw back to his tip and give your tongue an enthusiastic flick, dipping it into his weeping slit. He yelps, and you swallow him down before he can ride out the shock, making him shiver. You can feel the tremor racking all the way down the column of his spine, his toes curling on the floor by your knees.

When you start to bob your head, his jaw goes completely slack. You’re learning to love the way he doesn’t hold back with you, a point made obvious by the expressions crossing his face as you settle into a steady rhythm. You can’t fit his entire length- impressive, not that he knows it- into your throat, but when you grip the base of his shaft with one hand and the spit from your throat drips eagerly between your fingers, he practically goes cross-eyed.

You fight the urge to smile around him, leaning into the way he fusses and grips at your skull.

“Nggh, babe, not gonna last long… when… suckin’ like that.” He’s grabbing your head with both hands, rocking his hips tightly forward in time with your gaudy slurping. You’re drooling all over your hand, spit dripping obscenely down your chin and onto the hardwood, but his whimpers are growing to obscene levels, punctuated by deep, chesty growls and quiet, slurred praise.

There’s no way you’re going to back off now.

You’ve been with Bo long enough to know his tells, so when his thighs start twitching and his voice pitches from his chest into his throat, you re-double your efforts, intensifying his pleasure until he’s howling and panting like a beast, rocking tightly into your mouth with his abs drawn tight as a bow.

“Ohhh, babe, lemme cum on your tits,” he pleads, slurring every syllable together as he looks down at you with unimaginable bliss mounting in his gaze. “Please, please, please, your tits, lemme cum on ‘em.”

With a smirk touching one corner of your mouth, you drop your free hand between his thighs. Until now it had been braced delicately on his hip, gently mitigating the wild bucks and twitches of his body giving into ecstasy. But you’d picked up one little trick that never failed to boost him over the edge- and send him falling that much further as a result.

As you draw your mouth back from his twitching cock, you close your free hand around the heavy sack of his balls- drawn up tight to his thighs in preparation for his orgasm- and give the supple skin a gentle little tug while you arch your back and jerk him off against the swell of your chest.

Bo’s voice shoots up a twelve-tone as his hands slide from your hair to your cheeks. His fingers tremble as he cups your face, throwing his head back with a wild yowl and wildly humping your fist. The first long spurt of his cum hits you square in the throat, dripping down between your collarbones and soaking the neckline of your tank top as he rides out the powerful waves of his climax. By the time it’s over, his thighs are shaking hard, tough lines of muscle standing out against the silver hair while his cock dribbles ripe streams right down your shirt.

He deflates with a heavy, heady sigh, falling to one knee in front of you and keeping your face gathered between his palms.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” he moans, leaning in to capture your mouth and dip his tongue sloppily against yours. As soon as he’s found your lips he skates his hands down your shoulders to your breasts, lovingly cupping and thumbing the tightening buds of your nipples where thick shots of his cum are soaking into the white cotton. You can’t help the shaky little sigh that catches at the back of your throat, or the aching way you lean into his touch.

“G’nna-“ he cuts himself off, dipping his face into your throat. He licks into the tender column of your windpipe, bringing one big palm to the back of your neck to hold your head steady while he tucks his chin in and tastes the wet stripes of his cum that paint your décolletage. You’re not exactly sure what to expect, but the long, wet groan he lets into your chest is a pleasant surprise. He slides his hands from your neck to your shoulders to your sides and up the plane of your back, drawing you closer while he laps the mess from your collarbones and neckline.

“C’mon,” he mumbles into the swell of your left breast. “Gotta taste all of you.”

He slips his arms underneath you, lifting you with little more than a quiet grunt of effort as he gets to his feet. He holds you lovingly against his chest, striding slowly across the room and depositing you onto the bed with a smooth little bounce.

You hardly have the space to catch your breath before he braces a knee on the mattress beside you and leans down for another taste of your lips, kissing you slow and loving and skating a palm down your front. He slips his fingers into the waistband of your leggings, slipping his fingertips across your clit and making you yelp. Chuckling into your mouth, he dips his fingers lower and gasps.

“God,” he sighs. “Shoulda known you were holding out on me.” He sinks his middle finger into your clingy depths while he catches your mouth under his one more time. You’ve been unable to form coherent thoughts, let alone words, pinned sensuously under his touch, but as he curls his fingers against the restrictive insides of your leggings, you whine deep and slow into his mouth, arching your back to push your hips into his touch.

He doesn’t linger, drawing his hand from you and curling it in the waistband of your leggings instead. You’re slipping your fingers under the hem of your soiled tank top, pulling it up to expose the bare swell of your breasts.

“Let me?” He poses it like a question, pulling your leggings and underwear down and fluttering a kiss to the newly exposed skin below your belly button.

“Please,” you pant, already planting your feet in the fluffy sheets to lift your hips and help him undress you.

He pulls your leggings and underwear down over your hips in one smooth motion, pulling just a little harder than necessary to make you gasp and giggle. Your ass lands on the mattress all at once, punctuated by another handful of mirth that you can’t keep contained.

Bo’s grinning down at you as he balls up your clothes and tosses them toward the hamper like a mid-court basket shot. He doesn’t wait to find out if they made it, though, settling himself between your knees and gathering your hips into his arms.

“So soft,” he purrs, kissing the velvet skin of your tummy.

“Bo,” you whine. It’s your turn in the hot seat, and now the idea of teasing isn’t half as appealing as it was when you were on your knees.

“What? You don’t want me to take my time with you?”

You groan, letting your head flop back against the pillows as your eyes slip shut. Now that he’s got you bare, with his breath puffing hot and wanting over your tender skin, it’s hard to focus on anything but what you want.

“Don’t be mean,” you whine, but the hot press of his tongue on your inner thigh shuts you up fast. He moans low and rumbly against the damp of your skin, sinking his teeth gently into the fat of your thigh and giving a noisy suck.

“You’re so ready for it,” he muses, eyes darting sideways to admire your weeping slit. The buzz of his voice shoots right down the column of your spine, vibrating pleasantly at the base of your tailbone and sending goosebumps racing up your torso.

“Man,” Bo sighs, planting one hand on each thigh and pushing them apart. “You must really like suckin’ me off, huh?”

“I swear,” you grit. “I’m never touching your dick again if you don’t-“

He doesn’t waste another minute, leaning down and sealing his mouth greedily over your slit. The payoff is there for both of you, if the sound he makes when he dips his tongue between your folds is anything to go by.

The relief comes on swift wings as soon as he lets his tongue wander, stoking the fire that had been burning dangerously low and hot in your gut. Your thighs twitch in toward his ears while he tastes your messy slit, but his palms are as strong as shackles, keeping you open and vulnerable for him.

Bo prods his tongue forward, pressing inward as far as he can with a tiny little strained groan of effort. You cry out and clamp down around his tongue like a vice, a reaction he feels so vividly it makes him whip back from your body with a laugh.

“Don’t stopppp,” you plead, but his face is already disappearing between your thighs again, and you wrap your fingers in the hem of your tank top while he re-focuses his efforts on your swollen clit. He’s pressing his hips forward in a slow tempo that matches the patterns he tongues between your thighs, softly humping the mattress in time with your pleasure.

You’re sensitive and ready for him, stomach tightening smoothly when he settles into a rhythm. His technique is sloppy but he makes up for it in eagerness, pausing only to take deep breaths through his nose. He smiles into your skin and you can feel the way his mouth twitches against you, making you arch your back and slide one hand between your legs to rake through the silvery strands of his mussed hair. He grunts hard against your clit and you jump, giving him the chance to slip his hands under your thighs and hook them over his shoulders.

When he swallows you down this time, there’s something in the changed angle that drives pleasure straight down your back, letting it reverberate all the way into your toes. You flinch hard between his hands, and as he settles back into his messy, enthusiastic rhythm, you feel the telltale twinges of your building climax.

“Bo-“ you choke on his name.

He flicks his gaze to yours and his eyes flash, bright and golden. He knows your tells, too, and he sinks his fingers into the fat of your thighs, re-doubling his efforts and sucking a languid rhythm into your needy clit.

“Fuck,” you sputter. “Fuck, f-fuck, I-ah-“

Your mouth drops open, but the scream dies in your throat as white-hot pleasure bursts through your veins. Bokuto is heartbreakingly persistent, keeping up his ministrations while you claw at his hair and clamp your thighs down around his temples and ride the waves of your orgasm as gracefully as possible. By the time the sharp, burning pleasure’s raked its way through you, all your limbs have gone tense, and when it’s over you collapse, sweat-soaked, to the sheets beneath you.

Bo’s trembling between your legs, and when he surfaces his cheeks and ears are maroon. His cock is still twitching against his belly, bobbing as he gets onto his knees and still weeping long streams of spend.

“Oh.” The word flies from your throat before you can trap it, and he rubs your thighs soothingly with both hands as he takes a shaky, cleansing breath.

“You’re so-“ he starts to say, but you reach for him and he’s got no choice but to dip his cheek into your palm, flushing even deeper at the open way you stare.

“C’mere,” you prompt. Bo takes the bait and flops forward, landing stomach-first on the bed beside you and pillowing his head between your slick breasts. The position ought to be comical, but the weight of him is immensely soothing, rising and falling with the even pulse of your laboured breath.

You lie that way for a long while, staring vacantly past your reflection in the dark window beside your bed. The nighttime chill radiates through the glass, cooling your heated flesh. Your body aches with the fresh sensations of climax, but you’re not ready to put your clothes on yet.

“Bo.”

“Hmm?” It never occurred to you that he might be half-asleep until he winds himself upright, blinking weighty silver lashes against his still-blushing cheeks.

Still, you know how to wake him up. The conspiratory grin that touches your mouth is completely involuntary, and it’s enough to have Bokuto cocking a tired brow.

“Can I ride your cock?”

For a moment, he doesn’t say anything at all. His eyes grow slowly bigger, focus drifting away from your face as his jaw drops. Literally.

“Bo? Baby?”

“Y- b- I… h-“ he sputters, blinking hard and shaking out his sweaty hair. He looks up at you again with an expression unlike anything you’ve ever seen. Like a kid at the zoo.

“Right now?”

You can’t hold back a snort, shoulders pitching forward. But he’s not kidding.

Neither are you.

You raise your eyebrows. “Is that a yes?”

By the time he rolls over, his cock’s already half-hard again, swelling against the strong cord of his right thigh. He sits up, scooting himself comfortably back against your bed’s stacked pillows. And when he reaches for you, you’re already rooting through the nightstand for supplies.

Bo’s a big dude, in every conceivable way. And while he’s never exactly been shy about that fact, he’s also painfully aware of the fact that with great power comes great responsibility. So when you start to warm a dollop of chilly water-based lube between your fingers, he doesn’t flinch.

“Mmmf.” He pushes his hips into your hands as you wrap them around his shaft, letting him swell into your palms while you slick him up. He’s still tender from before, and when you shift onto your knees your clit’s still tensing with leftover pleasure, but you’re buzzing with want. It hangs thick and heavy in the air between you. You’re unwilling to let it dissipate until you’re both completely satisfied.

By the time you’ve got the lube spread evenly from his base to his tip, Bo’s fully hard for you again, flushed and panting and grabbing at your hips as you scoot forward to straddle him. His impatience should probably bother you, but at this point it’s just endearing.

“Hmm, you’re so close,” you say, leaning forward to brush your lips against his. His mouth drops open as you bring his tip to your ready sex. Your pussy clamps involuntarily around the swell of his weeping head, and you’re panting into each others’ mouths as your hips sink slowly backward. The fill of him presses up into your belly, and you bottom out with a little flinch of discomfort, settling your thighs over his. He’s long enough that it actually hurts to take him in all the way like this, but you’re willing to put up with it for a minute while you get adjusted.

“Look at you.” Bokuto’s eyes rake up and down your trembling form, keeping time with his strong palms that rub soothing circles into the flesh of your hips. You shift a little, making him twitch and grunt. His thighs strain, struggling to keep from bucking upward against your tender cervix.

He lets out a deep, shaky sigh through pursed lips. “You’re so f-fucking perfect, you know that?”

You’re concentrating on tucking your knees underneath you for proper leverage, but he never fails to make you smile.

“I haven’t even started moving yet,” you breathe, bracing one hand on his shoulder. Once you’re stabilized, you lift your hips slowly forward, letting the thickness of him pull slowly from your slick depths. Bokuto’s head falls back against the pillows, beet red with exertion already.

“God,” he groans, bringing one hand around to your ass. “More, baby.”

You swallow hard, grip his hips tightly between your knees, and swirl your hips in a careful, tight little circle. It’s a subtle movement from the outside, but where you’re joined it rubs the thick ridge of his tip along all your tenderest nerve endings, sending powerful surges of pleasure vibrating into your chest.

Bokuto’s feeling it, too, the hard angles of his jaw standing out as he clenches his teeth. His silvery lashes rest heavily over his flushed cheeks, giving you little more than a bare peek of his dark, tawny eyes with the pupils blown wide in ecstasy.

“Just like that,” he prompts when you angle your hips forward, pinning your abused clit against his pubic bone and continuing to grind greedily over his shaft. He interrupts your rhythm with a sharp little pat to your ass, making your hips jump forward and giving him an opening to lower his chin and seal his mouth in the crook of your shoulder.

“Fu-uck,” you whine, looping both arms under his and clutching tightly at his back as your rhythm grows more urgent. You know how to work yourself to the peak easily, using his powerful body and thick cock to your every advantage.

“You’re close already,” he pants in your ear. “Oh, man, I can feel it. Don’t-“ His hips jerk backward, choking him on a surge of pleasure that washes over both of you.

“Don’t hold back for me, baby. I c’n… take it, yeah, that’s it.”

The low rumble of his voice in your ear reverberates all the way down to the pit of your stomach, cocktailing with the pleasure you’re grinding out yourself, and when he grabs your ass with both hands and rocks his tip against the gooey-sweet spot on your upper wall, you’re lost.

“Bo,” you whimper, grabbing tightly at the muscles in his back as your thighs start to shake. “Fuck, oh, fuck, ohfuck-“

The peak crests quietly between you, but quickly bleeds into every limb. You’re powerless to do anything but cling to him and whine in his ear as your hips stutter and twitch and grind over his stirring cock. Just when you think the wave is subsiding, Bokuto glides his hips beneath yours again and draws it out into a tight, near-painful shudder. Your vision whites out, then flashes black as you squeeze your eyes shut and lose yourself to the pleasure.

“Fuck.” Bo’s cursing as you come back to the surface, humping shallowly into your spent body. The lube you used squelches obscenely with the handfuls of slick your climax brought forth, numbing your used insides to his desperate thrusts. “Fuck, you’re so- you’re so- ohgod, inside, I-“

He goes completely incoherent as he finds his own pleasure, shoving his hips tightly against yours. His balls draw tight beneath you, thighs twitching as thick, heady warmth fills your belly. You’re addicted to the fullness he leaves in you without fail, the mess between you when he goes slack and you draw your hips backward to let his falling erection slide out of you.

Your roommate’ll be back from the library at any second. You should be getting up and dressing yourselves, making some attempt at feigning innocence before she comes in. But the bedroom door is closed and it’s far too easy to tumble back into the haphazard embrace from before, cum collecting sticky and hot between your thighs as Bokuto buries his face between your tits.

“D’you think they’ll stretch?” he mumbles into your skin, once your pulse has finally slowed to its regular pace.

“Hmm?” In your pleasure-addled haze, you don’t follow. Bokuto lifts his face from your flesh, resting his chin gently on your sternum.

“My shorts.”

Right.

“Uh-“ You have to purse your lips hard, to keep the dumb smile from showing on them. You take a slow pass of air in through your nose and lift your fingers to comb soothingly through his sweaty hair.

“We’ll make them fit,” you promise. “Somehow.”

Before he buries his face in your chest again, you catch the pure, blissed smile that stretches his cheeks. He slips his eyes shut, nuzzling you tenderly and kissing the swell of one breast.

“Good,” he sighs. And then, bare-assed, sweaty and sticky, he falls asleep.

You spy the shorts, still lying in a crumpled heap by the bathroom door. You make a mental note to check the brand and sizing later, before he leaves.

You’ll make then fit again.

Somehow.

[blewink]

two meant to be // kth  chapter three

 ch.1 // ch.2 

word count: 4.9k

warnings: dom! taehyung x sub!reader, daddy kink, pet names, fingering, oral (receiving and giving)

a/n: sorry this took so long to update and thank you to those who have waited!! i didn’t edit this either so sorry for any typos, hope y’all enjoy

-blue 💙

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The morning sun flooded your room through the window, causing you to wake up. You had always meant to get blackout curtains, but it always slipped your mind when you went out shopping. You found yourself just staring at the piles of bags from the small shopping spree you had yesterday.  A groan and tug at your waist makes the events from the previous night flood your memory. His touch on your skin and the mind blowing orgasm you had causes you to blush a bit. You turn around to see Taehyung laying in your bed with messy bed head and shirtless. When had that happened? 

“What happened to your shirt?” you ask as you sit up, rubbing your eyes. “Oh right, I got warm. I usually don’t wear a shirt, much less sweatpants, to sleep.”His voice a little raspy and deeper than usual. You hum in response and fall back onto the bed to cuddle closer to his warm body, as you’re still feeling a bit sleepy. His chest shakes a little as he lets out a small laugh, “Awe, is my little kitty still sleepy?” You nod and grumble some nonsense into his chest before he rubs your back. “Okay but only for five minutes, we gotta get up before 9.” You give him a small “Okay.”

After what feels like a second, Taehyung pats your back lightly, indicating it was time to get up. It takes everything in you to get out of bed and walk into your bathroom to brush your teeth. Taehyung follows behind you, “Do you have a spare toothbrush? I don’t wanna go all the way to my room and get mine.” You pause your brushing and point to the cabinet above the toilet. You continue to your brushing and looking at yourself in the mirror, looking at the small things that most people don’t usually look at. Like how your eyebrows were slightly different shapes, or how one side of your mouth comes up higher than the other side. Silly things really, they don’t effect you but you still notice them. 

You finish up, and make your way to your closet to pick out clothes for the day. Suddenly, an idea pops into your mind, you poke your head out of the closet and call Taehyung’s name. He walks out of the bathroom and walks over to where you are. “I think we should match today. Like our clothes.” He walks up to you and places a kiss on your forehead , “You’re too cute, I’ll wear whatever you pick out for me.” You giggle at the sensation of the kiss and turn around pick out an outfit. Taehyung made his way to his room to It took a few minutes but you picked out a white mini skirt and a loose long sleeve shirt. You accesorized with some jewlery and pair of white Dr. Martens. You weren’t sure how you were going to match with Taehyung, but you’d make it work. You took a quick shower, applied some light makeup and took one final look in your vanity mirror  before you made your way down stairs to Taehyungs room. 

You passed by the kitchen where Chan and Jimin were, Jimin quickly called out to you,    ”Hey y/n, can you come in here?” You back up to the entrance of the kitchen. “Yes?” He walks closer to you, “So I noticed Taehyung didn’t go to his room last night, you wouldn’t happen to know where he was, would you?” You feel your throat tighten, you guys hadn’t talked about how you would tell the roomies. “Um no I don’t know, you should ask him when he comes out. Don’t you guys have class or something?” You try to deflect the attention off of you and storm off to Taehyung’s room. You knock on the door lightly before opening it up, it had been a while since you had last been in his room. If you had to describe it in words, you would say it was comfortable. Everything about it seemed… worn it? Like wearing someone elses t-shirt. 

You sat on his bed while you waited for him, you heard the water in the shower running so you assumed he was showering. You were distracted by your phone and you didn’t hear the water turn off, so you were a little shocked when you looked up and saw Taehyung in only a towel. 

His hair was wet and small beads of water dribbled down his chest and stomach, you almost thought he did this on purpose, no one is supposed to look this good straight out of a shower. His skin looked dewy and sunkissed to perfection, the lack of direct lighting cause the weins on his arms and hands to look more prominent and perfectly contoured by shadows. “You’re drooling again baby.” Your eyes snap up to meet his, there was that darkness again. He walks over to the door, locking it. You fiddle with your fingers nervously at the thought of the towel falling. “Why didn’t you tell me you were in here hmm?” You try keeping eye contact with him but your nerves get the best of you and you look down, “I didn’t t-think to tell you.” His hand grabs your chin gently, yet forceful, “Look at me when I ask you a question. It’s going to be one of my few rules for you, do you understand kitten?” You nod. “That’s a good girl, now get on your knees for me baby.” 

You quickly hop off the bed and sit on your knees, now face to face with the bulge hidden under the towel. You look up at Taehyung for reassurance, you’ve never seen his cock but you have felt it through his bottoms when you had some heavy makeouts. And by the looks of it right now, he was definitely on the bigger side.

 “Don’t be nervous kitten, I’ll take it easy on you.” 

You give a nod of reassurance before reaching up to the edge of the towel, revealing what was underneath. The tip of his cock leaked the smallest amount of pre-cum but your theories had been right, he was large, both long and thick. You spit into your hand and took the base of his cock into your hand. You pumped it a few times before you take him into your mouth, making him to let out a soft groan. You’ve barely taken in half of his length before his tip reaches the back of your throat. 

He brings his hands to the back of your head, “such a good kitty, taking me so well.” He continued his thrusts forward into your mouth, making you to gag around him and earning moans from him. His angelic sounds making you soak yourself. Tears stinging your eyes a bit before he completely pulls out of your mouth, you look up at him confused and start to appologize in case you did something wrong. 

He interrupts you before you can get a full sentence out, “No no you didn’t do anything wrong, I just have a question. Can you deep throat?” You wipe your chin and lips as they’re covered in your saliva, “Um I don’t know, I’ve never tried it.” He’s now squating down with you rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip, “Can we give it it a try?” You give yet another nod. “Such a good girl for me, I just might reward you. Can you strip for me baby?”

You clumsily take off your clothes, tripping on your skirt as it pooled at your feet. Then climb on the bed, laying with your back flat on the bed with your head hanging ever so slightly off the side because according to Taehyung “it’ll make it easier for you.” You were now completely naked and felt very exposed. You opened your mouth again, giving Taehyung’s cock permission for entrance. This new angle allowed his cock to slide in much easier and deeper, you can tell this feels better for him as his groans are raspier. 

He fucks your throat with no mercy while his hands wander your body. His hands make their way back up to your throat and he traces around the outline of his cock in your throat. You can tell he’s close by the twitch in his cock and his uneven thrusts. His moans also getting slightly louder and frequent,only making you soak yourself even more.

“Fuck, I’m c-close.” A few more thrusts later before his hot release coats your throat and mouth, milking himself dry before pulling out. “Don’t swallow baby, I don’t want you to choke.” You sit up and feel yourself gush onto his sheets. “Open up” You open your mouth, showing him proudly that you followed his rules. He gives you a small smile before telling you to swallow. It wasn’t as bitter or salty as you expected it and you weren’t complaining. You smile at him innocently as if you didn’t just swallow his cum. “How do you look so innocent yet so fuckable?” He says before giving you a sweet kiss on the lips, the same fluttering sensation welcoming itself into your belly.

 “I think I need to shower again,” You say feeling your juices still seeping down your thighs. A confused expression crosses Taehyung face, “Why? I only came in your mouth.” You blushes as you didn’t know how to explain to him that you had soaked yourself by barely even being touched by him. “I don’t know how to say.” He cocks his head to the side, still confused. You move yourself to the side so he can see the small puddle on his sheets, you feel so embarassed and bring your hands to your face. You swear you here a growl come from him when he says, “Fuck, you’re making it really hard to control myself right now. My poor little kitty gets so worked up with just my voice, doesn’t she?” 

As if you couldn’t get more embarrassed, your pussy lets out a squelch as his words make your eager pussy clench. You hear him whisper ‘fuck’ under his breath. You didn’t understand, you never got this wet before, but something about Taehyung made you needier and want to submit to him. “Hey move your hands for me kitten, I want to see your pretty face.”   You did as you were told and looked at him. “Why are you getting so worked up baby? Do you like it when I talk to you like you’re a helpless little kitty?” 

“Mhm” 

 “Alright, well thank you for using your words. Now,” He pauses for a second, “ Lay back and spread your legs for me, I need to see just how needy you are for me.” 

You laid back, flat on the bed and spread your legs just like he said. He got on the bed and sat right in between your legs, staring at you intimidatingly making you feel shy and causing you to close your legs a bit. ”Uh uh kitten, you’re not gonna break daddy’s rules are you?” Your eyes go wide, “D-daddy?” He stiffened for a moment, “Is that okay with you?” You nod, his face softens at your reassurance.

 He grabs your knees forcing your legs open, he lays down so he’s now face to face with your sopping cunt. He blows cool air making you jump a bit at the sensation, he giggles at your reaction. “God you’re fucking soaked,” He drags a finger down your slit making you shiver. He continues moving one single finger up and down your cunt, grazing your clit ever so slightly. You whimper and whine, lifting your hips to try to get more friction from him but a quick slap to your inner thigh makes you stop. “Don’t be a fucking brat, I’ll only reward you if you’re a good girl. Am I clear?” Remembering the name he gave himself just a couple moments ago you respond, “Yes daddy.” 

He returns to teasing you by rubbing your clit, making your hole release more of your essence. He takes his thumb and rubs circles at your entrance before he plunges it in. You immediately let out a loud moan before slapping your hand over your mouth. “No no no baby, I want to head your pretty moans, I wasn’t able to last night.” You remove your hand, and let out another moan as Taehyung removes his thumb from your cunt and inserts his middle and index finger. The sudden stretch makes you gasp and grip the sheets under you. He attaches his lips to your clit, making you feel dizzy with pleasure.

 His fingers were much longer than yours and immediately he finds your sweet spot, hitting it over and over again. He suddenly adds a third finger, which was a little too much for you, “Wait-” Taehyung immediately stops his actions, looking up at you worried. “Can you just slow down a little, it’s been a while since,” You pause of a second, “Since I’ve had anything that big in me.” He nods before pushing two fingers in, then a third, slowly this time. 

Your body spasms and your hands have made their way to his hair. “More, want more.” He looks up  at you, “What do you want kitten? You have to tell me what you want.”  Your loud moans are bouncing all over the room and you can almost taste your orgasm. You want to hold on longer, you want to cum on his cock, “I want you in me, I need your cock. Please daddy! Please!” Your last plea turned into a whine as your neediness overcomes your ability to form words. “Baby, if you can barely take my fingers, I don’t think you’ll be able to take my cock. It’ll take some time to get you ready but you’ll get my cock soon,” His fingers speed up making you get closer to your release. “I’ll fuck you like the good kitten you are.” 

His words send you over the edge, you move your hands to the bedsheets in fear of hurting him. You feel yourself gush even more onto his fingers and the squelches become more prominent. His fingers ride you through your high and he finally pulls his fingers out. But his tongue continues, licking up your release and pressing sloppy kisses onto your swollen and sensitive bud. You have to push his head away to make him stop. He comes up to kiss you, making you taste yourself on his lips. He pulls away, making you whine at the loss of touch. “Such a good kitty for me, you know that right?” 

It was now about half an hour later, Taehyung had carried you to the shower and helped clean you off. He went to your room to get your essentials like deodorant and things as such. You were now fully dressed and sitting on his bed, changed sheets of course. “So a daddy kink?” You giggle a little as you see his face get red. “Uh yeah, but only with you for some reason.” “That’s fair. It’s the same thing here, I’m usually not this….submissive?” A shocked look comes from Taehyung, “Really? It seemed like you were very familiar with subspace.” Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, “What is exactly subspace?” He laughs, “You really don’t know what subspace is?” You shake your head. “Well I don’t really know how to explain it right now, but I’ll tell you about it later.” You get off the bed and sit on the floor to put on your boots, “Well Lucas never got super kinky with me so I don’t really know the technicalities of things. I just know i get mad horny with you. Anyways do you have class today?” He shakes his head, “Okay well I need to confirm some orders for my clients and I’m getting kinda hungry. Do you wanna go to campus with me?” You stand up ready to go, “Yeah sure. I could use some extra studying.” 

You two were now in his car, on your way to the campus library. You had brought your laptop with you and he brought his too. You were typing a quick list on your phone of the things you needed to be done, but before you could finish it you glance over to him and he’s still looking forward. You never thought you would be in this situation, especially with one of your closest friends. It was only a couple more minutes before you were finally parked in the lot of the library. 

           As soon as you opened the car door, the bitter cold air nipped  at your bare legs. You were glad Taehyung had forced you to bring a hoodie, even though you were already wearing a long sleeve shirt, you slipped on the hoodie. You were about half to the library entrance when you had a realization, “Wait, we never got to match.” You pout in defeat and mild disappointment in yourself. “That’s okay, we have the rest of our lives to match.” He reaches for your hand,  interlacing his fingers with yours. The rest of our lives? He really was looking for something long term, and you’ll admit, it was nice he had true intentions. With Lucas, everything was up in the air, depending on the day, you two were either going to last forever or nothing but friends.

With Taehyung, it was different. A good different of course. Even just with hand holding, Lucas never really was a big fan of PDA or physical affection (unless it was sexual.) But, now with Taehyung, he was holding your hand and you didn’t even ask for it. You know you shouldn’t be so caught up a hand hold, considering what you two had done already, but you were still a little emotionally fragile and you were thinking into things a bit more too. 

 A squeeze to your hand saves you before your thoughts get dark. “You okay there?” You notice you were picking at your lips, a habit you picked up over the years for whenever you were thinking too hard or nervous. “Um, we can talk about it in a bit,” You eye the cafe at the front of the library. “You pick a place for us to work and I’ll get us some coffee?” He nods and you both go your separate ways.

You still remembered his favorite, a caramel iced latte,  you were a little basic and stuck with a vanilla iced coffee. After you placed your order, you sat down in one of the high chairs right next to the coffee bar. This cafe was always a safe haven for you, you could watch your drinks being made and the scent of the whole cafe was intoxicating. It was only a couple minutes until the barista placed the drinks in front of you, “Here you go ma’am, have a good day.”  You give him a polite smile and reply, “Thanks, you too!” Even though the workers were practically paid to say that, you always appreciated it. 

Before walking out of the cafe, you pull out your phone to text Taehyung.

You: hey where are you?

Tae:  second floor to the left. i’m near the back ;)

You: okay okay i’ll be there in a sec

Tae:  hurry i want my latte >:0

You giggle at his text and slide your phone into your back pocket. Quickly taking a couple sips of your coffee before making your way to and up the stairs, once at the top you scope out the floor looking for Taehyung. It took you a second but you saw him sitting at a small circular couch with a table at the center. But it wasn’t just him, there were two other girls standing and talking to him. Your brows furrow, he didn’t say he invited anyone. You made a steady pace towards them, making sure to not walk too quickly. 

“Hey Tae,” His head turns in your direction as well as the girls. They give you dirty looks as you hand him his latte. “Hey! Minso and Christy were asking to study with us.” He makes facial expressions, trying to disguise it by drinking his coffee, in hopes you would understand his true message. “Oh! Sorry girls I would love to but I have a final to study for and I would normally study alone but someone demanded I take them with me.” You can tell by their clenched fists that they could see straight through your lie but they didn’t want to make a scene in front of their precious Kim Taehyung. 

You roll your eyes as the turn their backs to you and walk away. “I can’t believe these girls sometimes.” You say as you take your hoodie off before sitting next to Taehyung. Before you can get comfortable, he pulls you onto his lap so your straddling him. “Awe, is my kitten getting jealous?” You pout your lip out in disagreement, “I am not. I was simple stating my opinion on them.” He smiled up at you before giving you kiss.  You bring your hands to the back of his head, deepening the kiss. You can taste the sweetness of the caramel and the bitterness the espresso. You pull away in fear of someone seeing you and potentially getting kicked out.

“What? you weren’t so worried about getting caught last night during the movie, what’s so different now?” You fumble off his lap, “I need to get to work.” You grab your laptops out of your backpack, handing Teahyung’s to him. You opened the laptop and quickly opened your email. Your inbox was flooded with emails from your agent, asking where you were and if you were okay. You picked up your phone and called him, Taehyung eyeing you.

“Hey Jason, I got your emails, I’m okay just needed a break.” You used your best enthusiastic business voice. “Y/N,  this is a fucking business. You can’t just take a break when you feel like it.” You never really liked his personality but he was a good business partner. You have to take a deep breath before you can say anything it him, “Alright listen, you’re my employee. I hired you, I think you forget sometimes that I could easily fire you. This is my business and you can’t tell me if I can take a break or not. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have put some orders through.” He stays silent for a couple seconds which was enough for you to hang up. 

You sigh and fall against the couch. You were gone for five days, which backed up your orders by hundreds. You were grateful for your customers but you were overwhelmed by the demand. You wanted there to be a little people between you and your customers but when you got in contact with the production company, you were saving a little more money and way more time. “Hey, are you okay?” You shake your head, “No not really, I’m so behind on orders and I just wanted to take a break.” Your voice cracks mid-sentence as tears start rolling down your cheek.

Taehyungs pulls you onto his lap again, bring your face directly in front of his. His thumbs wiping the tears, “It’s gonna be okay baby. It’s alright.” You bury your head in the crook of his neck while he rubs your back. “It’s okay to takes breaks. You’ve worked your ass of for the past year and you deserve a break when you need one.” His voice made you melt into his touch and your cries slowly turn into hiccups. You sit back up, his arms still holding you, “T-thanks. No ones ever been there f-for me like this.”  Your words broken up with hiccups and quick breaths. “I’ve with you for all of high school and the past three years of college, it’s taken us a while to find each other like this. I’m sorry for not always being there for you, I never checked up on you and I’ve kicked myself everyday for not doing so,” His eyes finally meet yours, “I promise from this second forward, I will always be there for you. I’ve never cared for a girl like how I’ve cared for you.” 

Your heart swelled with his words, “You’re gonna make me cry even more.” You say giggling a bit. “No I don’t wanna see any tears from my kitten anymore,” He thinks about what he’s about to say, “ Well...nevermind I’m not gonna say that.” Curiosity got the best of you and you just needed to know what he was going to say, “No no say what you were gonna say. You can tell me anything you’re thinking of.” His finger taps your thigh, making you squeeze them out of habit. “Well if you want to know everything I’m thinking of,” you nod eagerly and he brings his lips to your ear, “I don’t want to see tears coming from you unless it’s from me making you feel good.” Your brows furrows in confusion. 

He notices your confused look, “I’m thinking of you pinned under me, taking my cock so well, you’re so small I can see my cock in your little tummy. I’m thinking of how, soon, someday soon, I’m gonna be fucking your pretty little pussy,” his eyes now looking at your lips “ Fuck, that’s gonna be good.” 

You whimper at his words, just the thought of him filling you up with his cock makes you feel lightheaded. “Awe such a whiny kitty, you’re probably soaked right now, aren’t you?” You nod as you feel the biggest urge to submit to him, your bottom lip pouting out. “But baby, you said someone might see us. I don’t want to get us in trouble now.” You cross your arms, “Hmph, that’s not fair!” He pinches your thigh making you yelp. “Remember who makes the rules kitten and keep your voice down.” 

You hopped off his lap, going back to your laptop. “Don’t be mad kitty, I still wanna help with your orders if I can.” Who were you to deny free help? “Really? Okay let me log onto my email, you just have to double check the info and click complete.” He hands you his laptop and you quickly login. You teach him the basics and soon enough he gets the hang on it. An hour passes and then two. You sigh as you close your laptop after finishing the last email. Quickly packing up your things and getting one last iced coffee on your way out. 

It was even cooler outside that when you first arrived at the library. “Ugh, I love the cold.” You say, taking a sip of your coffee right after. “You know, most people wouldn’t drink a cold drink when it’s cold out.” You hand your drink to him so you get put on your hoodie, “Well I like it.” You pull the hoodie over your head, surly messing up your hair. You pat your hoodie flat down and look up to see Taehyung already looking at you. “God, how are you so cute?” You dramatically tuck your hair behind your ear, “I don’t know. It’s hard being this cute.”  He hands you your drink back while giggling at your remark. He joins your hands again, while continuing your walk back to the car.

 “So do you have anything else to do today?” 

“Umm,” You look at your watch, it’s almost two in the afternoon at this point. “Not really, I just need to go get actual suitcases since we’re staying longer in New York.” You look over at Taehyung, “Why?” His face freezes for a second, “Well, I need to buy you a few things, if you don’t mind.” You stop in place as you two were now in front of his car, “Depends, what kind of things do you wanna buy?” You can tell he’s trying to hide is nerves, you’d never seen him nervous before. Only a second passed until is eyes turn dark, now you’re the nervous one. He steps closer to you and places his arm around your waist. “Okay so you know I’m not exactly,” He pauses. 

“Small. And you are kind of small and you were barely able to to take three of my fingers.” He gives your hip a small squeeze before continuing, “So i was wondering of my kitty would let me buy her some toys to help out.” You squeeze your thighs together, feeling a little flustered. “Y-you mean like a dildo?” He nods. “Okay yeah sure.” You were a little taken a back but were still open to the idea, his eyes glace to your lips that you were nervously biting, “good kitty.” He say before coming closer and kissing you. It’s a soft yet lustful kiss, his tongue ventures into your mouth allowing you to taste the latte he had earlier.

He pulls away making you whine. “Aw getting all worked up, aren’t you?” You pout and shake your head.He laughs at your reaction, “Alright. Get your cute butt in the car.” You walk over to the passenger side and quickly sit in the warmth of the car. “You ready?” Taehyung asks, you nod in response before you finally pull out of the parking lot and make your way to go knows where.