#also i like when pants are low but u can still see some underwear peeking out...

[skunkes]

[jikyuz]

♡ the shivers ♡ p. jihoon (m)

“i never sent a request before, idk how to properly do this lmao! but can u write a jihoon smut where he comes to your warm home after practice and he’s missing you & your touch so much, pls? (with 17+28) - 🌼” - anon || 17. tucking their hands beneath the other person’s shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of cold/warm hands on their skin. + 28. one person tracing the other’s lips with a fingertip until they can’t resist any longer, tilting their chin towards them for a kiss. words: 1.321k warnings: smut, fingering (fem receiving), mentions of masturbation (male) a/n: i got quite carried away with this one so instead of a blurb i made it into a full scenario! also,,, i’m tempted to write a part two to this but idk we shall see 0_0 anyways, i hope you like it and it’s to your expectations! <3 - bee

The distinct smell of Jihoon’s cologne made you smile, burying yourself deeper into his hoodie that was draped over you. He had always bought hoodies that were too big for him and ever since you started dating, you found comfort in throwing on one of his hoodies. On days that he wasn’t there with you or even the longer stretches of time that you were apart it felt like he was right there next to you.

This hoodie, however, was starting to lose the citrus and wood smell that you had always associated with Jihoon. It was about time to give it back to him, you thought as you threw the hood over your head. 

It wasn’t long after you felt yourself drifting off, the clock on your coffee table reading just past 9, that you heard loud footsteps outside your door along with the sound of a key slipping into the lock. You watched as Jihoon’s jacketed figure quickly entered, the door almost slamming behind him as he shivered slightly.

One long shiver racked through him before his shoulders dropped, his body relaxing under the warm heat that was circling through your apartment. As he turned around, he saw you sitting on your couch, your face barely peeking through the hood of his hoodie. Wordlessly he smiled, stripping himself of his large jacket and taking his shoes off before walking towards you.

“Hi, angel.” He plopped onto the couch with a sigh, eyes widening when you silently swung your leg over his lap, thighs caging him in as you snuggled yourself into his embrace. 

The action itself wasn’t meant in a sexual way, you just wanted to share some body heat in an attempt to get Jihoon to stop shivering. It worked, his teeth stopping the loud chattering that echoed through the walls. But you also felt the way his breathing sped up, his hands resting on the tops of your thighs and his thumbs coming dangerously close to your core.

“Hi.” You replied, your breath hitting his neck and making a low groan escape the man below you. The effect you had on him was obvious, the goosebumps that appeared on his arms and the way his heartbeat sped up underneath your head giving him away almost instantly. 

“I missed you, angel.” Jihoon’s thumbs began rubbing your thighs, arms tugging you closer so your hips were touching. With your body now practically lying on top of his, you could feel every muscle in his body move as you pulled away from your place on his chest to look at him.

His eyes raked over every part of your face, a small smile peeking out from behind his slightly chapped lips. If it weren’t for the hard bump under his pants you would think he was just innocently admiring you but as soon as one of his hands trailed up to your cheek, thumb tracing the outline of your lips, you knew you were in for a night.

“I missed you too, Ji.” Your warm breath hit Jihoon’s thumb as it stroked your bottom lip. Suddenly the air around you two was warm, like you were in a hot tub or a sauna.

Jihoon’s thumb continued to outline your lips, his eyes following the movement of his finger. Words almost made their way out of your mouth, asking what he was doing or even a simple plea to just kiss you already but Jihoon beat you to it, his hand trailing to your chin where his thumb and index finger clamped down slightly. He tilted your head towards him, pulling you so your lips met in a sweet kiss.

It was the first kiss you shared in quite a while, with Jihoon being busy preparing for a comeback and you being busy with your own responsibilities. Although it was the first kiss in some time, you still remembered all the small details, like the way he would tilt his head to the right or how his tongue always traced your top lip to ask for access.

As if on cue you felt Jihoon’s warm tongue glide against your top lip, head already tilted to the right and you immediately opened your mouth. A small moan escaped you when his hand traveled from your chin to your cheek, his soft touch and cold hand making a spark of electricity jolt through you.

“Fuck, I missed you so much.” Jihoon pulled away just enough to stutter that out, and your hands threaded through his hair, pushing him back against you. A low groan, akin to a growl almost, vibrated through his chest and you felt your underwear dampen at how he was reacting to your touch. 

“How many times did you touch yourself thinking that it was me?” You asked, your hands moving to rest on his chest and you swore you could feel his heartbeat against your palm. It was a question that you didn’t think you would ask but you were extremely curious. 

“Too many times to count, angel. I just missed your touch so much.” He replied, his eyes darker than they were before. A soft pink hue dusted his cheeks and his chest heaved with each breath he took. Jihoon pulled you back into his lips, warm tongue brushing against yours and you gasped, breaking the kiss when you felt his hands slip under your (his) hoodie, his cold hands resting on your bare back for the first time that night.

“But nothing,” Jihoon’s hands moved from your back to the waistband of your pajama pants, “could compare to the way your hands feel.”

Another gasp followed by a moan fell from your lips as Jihoon’s finger instantly found your clit, moving in circles and applying pressure at just the right times to have you squirming in his lap. Your head fell to his shoulder, mouth hanging open in a silent scream as Jihoon sped up. 

“You’re so beautiful, angel.” Jihoon grunted out, mouth moving to your neck to suck a bruise into your exposed skin. His finger slowed down it’s assault on your bundle of nerves, moving lower to tease your hole. Growling, he dipped his finger in once then twice, smirking at the whine that fell from your lips.

“Jihoon, please do something.” You pleaded, eyes closing and bottom lip sucked between your teeth. Anything, absolutely anything would push you over the edge. From the feeling of Jihoon’s throbbing cock beneath you and the thought of what would happen later in the night making you desperate for some sort of release.

“Whatever you say, angel.” He slowly pushed his finger inside you, and you moaned at the way he stretched you nicely, the other finger soon following while his thumb pressed back onto your clit. With a few thrusts of his fingers, curling them slightly and basking in the loud moans that you echoed into his ear, he continued his assault on your clit with his thumb.

As you assumed, it didn’t take you long for the knot in your stomach to burst, your walls clenching around Jihoon’s fingers as you rode out your high by gingerly riding his fingers. You twitched when he removed them, bringing them up to his lips and sucking your juices off of them. 

Long, deep breaths fell from your lips as you laid on his chest. It was then you realized that Jihoon’s hard erection was still present, his hips stuttering as he chased his own high. 

His fingers slipped back under your (his) hoodie and he squeezed your waist. When you looked up at him you watched as his dark eyes moved from the bruise on your neck to your lips slick with saliva to your hooded eyes still recovering from the electric high you just experienced and you swore you felt him throb beneath you.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom, angel. I want to feel you completely.”

[lilbabycee]

Also while I’m here, can u spare some drunk horny Steve content pls ma’am

mead // steve rogers

↳ pairing: steve rogers x reader

yes i can!:

steve drinks socially, beers and whiskey not doing much for him (or anything, really) because the supersoldier serum always burns it off almost immediately

so tonight, when your husband tells you that he’s going out with the boys, you just nod absent-mindedly and continue typing away at your laptop as he dips down to press a kiss to your cheek

you’re working on some presentation that was supposed to be done by your co-worker, but they couldn’t “figure it out” (although you don’t know how hard it can be, it’s fucking powerpoint), so you end up doing it yourself because if you don’t do it, who will?

(nobody. the answer is that nobody will.)

it’s well past one in the morning when the key turns in the door and steve walks- stumbles, rather - through the door, not even bothering to flick on a light switch as he kicks his shoes off and hangs up his coat

they both end up strewn on the floor but in his drunken haze, steve is pleased with how neat he’s being and knows that you’ll be so proud of him in the morning

you’re sitting on top of your bed with your back resting against the headboard, eyes tired and brain at 2%, when you hear the door creak open

distractedly, your eyes glance up only to see your very large husband peek around the door (as if it’s not also his bedroom) with a dopey smile on his face and his cheeks flushed red

“there she is,” steve coos, walking in and closing the door behind him with a click. “my baby.”

you figured something was up when you took in his appearance but now, you know for sure that he’s acting a little strange

it’s not that he’s not ever happy to see you or doesn’t call you baby, but he seems extra affectionate as he crawls onto the bed and engulfs you a massive bear hug

luckily for you, you’ve just finished your presentation and shut the lid of your laptop, sliding it into the drawer on your bedside table as best as you can with steve’s arms around you

your husband manoeuvers the two of you so that he’s taken your former position, sitting upright while he sets you on his lap, right on top of his very prominent erection

“steve,” your voice is unsteady because his hands are brazenly roaming the length of your body, warm palms sliding underneath the t-shirt that you’re wearing and gliding against your soft skin, past your waist, and down to cup the round cheeks of your ass

“yes, baby?” he pushes you down onto the very hard bulge in his pants and since you’re only wearing panties, you gasp at the sensation of the thin material of your underwear rubbing against the rough denim of his blue jeans, bracing your hands on his chest

“are you drunk?”

he doesn’t reply. instead, his large hand grabs the back of your neck and forcefully pulls your face towards his, lips crashing onto yours roughly as he claims you

your teeth clash violently and his lips are slick as he pushes his tongue into your mouth and it’s messy and delicious and subconsciously, you grind down on him harder, relishing in the friction that you get from rolling your hips against his

he moans loudly into your mouth and you swallow it, his hands tightening their grip and he rocks you back and forth faster and faster

when he pulls back from you, a thin string of spit connects your lips and steve grins, cheeks pink and hair tousled messily

“no,” he says, obviously lying because the sweet tang of asgardian mead lingers on your tongue and you’ve almost forgotten what you asked him in the first place

“stevie-”

“shh, sweetheart.”

he slips his index and middle fingers between the seam of your lips to shut you up and you involuntarily moan, though it’s muffled by his hand in your mouth

he stares up at you with heavy eyes and a lazy smile as his deft fingers push your panties aside, a thick digit sliding up and down your wet slit before slowly dipping it into you

“doll baby, is this all for me? you get this wet for me?”

you nod distractedly, grabbing his hand as you suck lightly on the tips of his fingers

“mmm, good girl.” 

he pulls his finger out of your slit and slides it in his mouth, dick jumping underneath you at the taste of you

unzipping his pants and then pulling both yours and his shirt over your heads, he frees his throbbing length from the confines of his jeans and strokes it languidly while staring at you topless, licking his lips hungrily

“c’mere, angel. i’ll let you ride me.”

and you’re excited so you do as you’re told, going to take off your panties before steve stops you abruptly. you meet his eyes in confusion and are shocked by the passion that lies within their depths

“keep ‘em on.”

you could’ve come right there and then, a shudder travelling up your spine at the deep, commanding tone of his voice

positioning yourself right over the tip of his dick, you hold him at the base as you slowly slide down onto him

the guttural sound that comes from within steve’s chest as he bottoms out inside of you makes you jerk, a spasm of pleasure seizing your body

“oh, baby, look.” you glance down to where the two of you are joined and notice, not for the first time, that you can’t take all of him inside of you. “this tight little pussy can’t take much, can it?”

he punctuates his statement with a slap to your clit that makes you whimper

“hmm, doll? can’t handle it?” he starts to bounce you up and down on top of him. 

“it’s so big,” you whine, hands on his chest as you meet his upwards thrusts

“i know, baby,” he coos, “i know. but look at you, you’re takin’ me so well, like a good girl.” he slaps your ass loudly, fingers digging into the soft flesh as your wet heat swallows him again and again. “hmm? you my good girl?”

the diamonds on your wedding ring twinkle in the low light of your bedroom and the sight stirs something inside of you

“yes,” your voice is breathless so steve smacks your ass again

“louder, sweetheart.”

“yes i am, i’m your good girl,” you babble as steve moves his hand to use his thumb to circle your clit because he knows that you’re close

he is too - in fact, he’s surprised that he’s lasted this long because ever since he walked into your bedroom and saw you in nothing but some panties and one of his t-shirts, he’s been a breath away from coming

“that’s right,” he grunts, leaning forward to capture one of your nipples in his mouth. “you gonna come for me, doll? gonna come all over this cock?”

you can do nothing but say “yes, yes, yes”, the sound of skin slapping together loud and rapid

steve feels your walls flutter with the telltale impeding sign of an orgasm and ruts into you faster, coaxing you with a “come for me, baby, do it”

and you do, falling on his chest as your body spasms powerfully and your heat clenches around steve, causing him to still and spill into you too with a deep moan

the two of you, sweaty and naked, lay there for some time to catch your breaths, steve still buried inside of you

“i lied.”

steve breaks the silence and you’re lost, so you furrow your brows and you lift your head up to look at him. he says nothing but rolls you to the side, spooning you from behind

“what?”

he puts his lips right next to your ear conspiratorially, as if he’s about to reveal some huge secret

“i am drunk.”

[bopbopstyles]

hey! can you write something about a kink of asking harry to hit you in the face? just asking him to slap your face and then he calls you a whore i know i'm weird. thank you so much :)

u are not weird!!! this is a common kink that when done consensually is 100% okay imo :) kinksame, bruh. i have not personally done this tho, so my response to this is going to based entirely off of my imagination. enjoy!

also i was mid-way through writing this and saw this gif which i’ve incorporated so enjoy.

warning: face slapping, slight degradation (consensual)

You couldn’t stop thinking about it. 

The idea had started when you were at a girl’s night with your best friends and someone brought up fantasies. One of your other friends mentions face slapping, and suddenly the thought wouldn’t leave your mind. 

It wasn’t like your sex life with Harry wasn’t good, either. You two experimented a bit in the bedroom, but your boyfriend was such a softie that anything too harsh had him hesitating. When he’d slapped your ass for the first time, he’d asked you three times if you were okay before doing it again. So you knew if it wasn’t going to happen (which you desperately wanted it to) if would have to be on your suggestion. 

You had been horny all fucking day. Harry had been in conference call after conference call, but you had a day off (a “skeleton day” you boss called it, where work was optional, and you never worked if you didn’t have to). Usually on days like these you took advantage of Harry being less busy than you, and would end up in and out of bed all day. But today, he paid you very little attention and you were about to go into your bedroom and take care of it yourself. 

When the clock struck five o’clock you decided enough was enough. You knew how to make Harry pay attention to you, how to press all of his buttons, how to get him horny in under ten seconds. So, you went into your shared bedroom and stripped off all your clothes and replaced you regular bra and underwear with a lacy black set he’d bought you that left very little to the imagination. Then, you went into the closet and picked through the shirts on his side, before settling on a light blue silk button down that would bring out the blue in your eyes. You pulled it on, leaving it unbuttoned except for one in the middle of your stomach and tugged your hair from its bun.

You wanted to have some fun tonight, and Harry was going to give it to you. 

He was still in his office, but you didn’t hear the sound of his voice, instead just the click of computer keys. You pushed open the door which was ajar, and stepped into the room, drawing Harry’s eyes up to you. 

His Adam’s apple bobbed--you could see it from where you stood--as he took in your appearance. Then, in a gravely voice he said, “’s that my shirt?”

“It is.” You took steps towards him, keeping his eyes on yours while you moved. “Was hoping you could take it off.”

“Fuck,” he breathed as you rounded the corner of his desk, stopping a pace away from him. “Yeah, I can do that, love.”

His hands reached out and you closed the distance, so they rested on the skin of your hips. His fingers pressed in a bit harshly, the cold of his rings singing your flushed skin and you loved it. He crept up your torso, the callused pads of his fingers brushing over you as he reached the button. When he popped it, the shirt fell open, the lace over your breasts coming into to full view. 

A low groan left Harry’s mouth as he took in the sight in front of him. “Didn’t pay any attention to you today, ‘s that it? That why I’m gettin’ such a treat?”

You brushed at his jaw, looking down at the harsh lines of his face. “I’ve been waiting all day,” you whispered and Harry gulped at your words. “Nearly soaked through my underwear at the thought of you.”

That had Harry standing up and pulling you up, your legs fitting around his waist as he carried you out of his office. Your lips pulled and prodded at the tender skin of his neck, nipping and drawing moans from him as you worked a bruise onto the side of neck, the one on the side you slept on so you could wake up in the morning and it be the first thing you saw. He was holding your hips so tightly you wondered if there’d be an imprint of his hand afterwards, but you didn’t mind. 

Kind of liked it, actually. 

He kicked open the door to your room and dropped you to the bed, the duvet puffing up around you. “You,” he said between harsh kisses to your lips, “are going to be,” you moaned when his fingers pushed at your bra strap, “the death of me.”

His shirt was pooling at your wrists, and your chest was rising and falling under his touch. You knew this is when you had to mention what you wanted, otherwise you would be far too gone to have this conversation with him. “H,” you said, drawing his eyes from your chest to your face. “I want to try something.”

His eyebrows quirked. “Okay.”

“I want you to slap me.”

“Your ass? Already do that.” He leaned back in to kiss you, but you pressed a hand to his chest, stopping him.

“My face.”

Your words fell like bricks in the quiet room. His eyes widened and you could see his body still at the prospect of what you wanted. “What?”

“I want you to slap my face,” you said and each time you said it you were more sure it was what you wanted. 

But Harry was conflicted, you could see it written all over his face. “Y/N, I don’t know...”

“Want you to,” you said again, brushing at his chest delicately. “But if you don’t feel comfortable with it, we don’t have to. I know it’s a lot.”

Harry’s eyes flickered across your face, considering the idea. “I just don’t want to hurt you.”

You softened, a small smile forming on your lips. “You won’t. And I’ll tell you if it’s too much--promise.”

His fingers brushed across the smooth skin of your cheek, a loving touch you leaned into. “Okay,” he finally said. “But I need you to communicate with me? Tell me if you want more or less, all that.”

You nodded. But there was one more thing, one more thing that had been floating around in your head. “There’s one more thing.” Harry’s chin dipped, encouraging you to speak. “Can you call me names?”

His head quirked to the side. “Names?”

“Like...mean names.”

That same sharp exhale as before fell between you. "Mean names? Like what?”

He was going to make you spell it out, wasn’t he? “Whore.” You could feel a blush rising on your cheeks as the word left your mouth. 

You watched as Harry gnawed on his bottom lip, considering the request. But then, he nodded, ever so slightly. “I’ll do it,” he said, “but I want you to know that I don’t mean it outside of this scenario. Okay? You hear me?” You nodded, and Harry brushed at your cheeks again. “Any other requests?”

“You’ve got too many clothes on.”

That had Harry laughing, breaking the tension between you. “Well, I can take care of that.” He tugged at the buttons that secured his long-sleeved button down around his wrists, unfastening them. You watched and honestly, it was really fucking hot. When he slipped the shirt off, your hands were on him immediately, running over his exposed skin. Then he pushed off his pants, leaving him in just his underwear in front of him. “Better?”

“Much.” You crawled back on the bed, leaving the shirt of his you were wearing on the floor next to his pile of clothes. Harry followed you, tugging at your ankle when you got too far away, a yelp drawing from your chest that had you both laughing. You adored this part about sex with Harry--it was filled with moments like these that made you love him even more. 

He pushed your legs up and fit his hips between then, his dick resting innocently against your clothed center, and let your legs fall to either side of him. He was resting on his ankles, lips pink from kissing you, eyes blown out in desire as he took in the sight of you, barely clothed, sprawled out in front of him. Fucking goddess, you were, and he told you. “You want me to tell you before I do it?” He asked, fingers running circles over your thighs. 

You considered his words. “No, surprise me.”

Harry nodded, and then he was bending at the waist, licking over your nipples, the wet of his saliva soaking through the lace on your chest. Your breath heaved in your chest, desperate for more, anything more he would give you. “H, please.” He peeked up at you and knew what you wanted immediately. 

He reached behind your chest, hands smushed between your back and the bed, and unclasped your bra, tossing the material to the side without a care in the world. Then, he tugged your underwear and you lifted your legs up so he could pull them off. When he shifted, his dick nudged against you, the only thing between you being his boxers. And it was torture. You moaned wantonly, unable to contain yourself, and pulled at his arms wanting him closer. 

He met your lips with passion, drawing and pulling at your lips as he ground his hips into yours. You could feel him rock hard and you knew your wetness was all over his boxers. But all you could think was when was he going to do it? The anticipation was killing you. 

“Dripping for me,” he mumbled into your skin, his voice dropping an octave as he nipped at your bottom lip. “Feel that, baby? Goin’ to make me cum in my boxers.”

“H,” you panted, gripping his torso. You needed more, anything he could give you. 

He pulled away, and you had only met his eyes with yours when you felt the impact on your cheek. You realized he hadn’t taken off his rings, and you could feel the cut of them on your skin, the impact of metal on your face sending shock waves through you. 

And then, his words dripped into the space between you. “Squirming like a little whore underneath me, hmm? Want me to fuck you?” 

Your mind was a mess. Your breath was coming in pants, trying to absorb everything that was happening, the pain that had softened on your skin that had you pushing your face into his hand, desperate for more. His words made you buck your hips up, as if to say, Yes, please, yes. 

He bent towards you, and whispered in your ear, “’s that okay, angel?”

Checking in on you. Your sweet, sweet love. “Yeah,” you said, “felt good.”

“Want another?”

“Please.”

Harry wasted no time, delivered another sharp smack to your cheek. It wasn’t hard, not too intense where your head snapped to the side or anything. But it was enough to leave a sting, enough for you to moan his name and pull at his neck, reconnecting your lips. You wondered what your skin looked like, if it was red, if you could see the outlines of his rings. Kind of liked the idea, if you were being honest. 

“Fuck me,” you begged when he licked at your neck. “Please.”

He sucked at the juncture of your jaw and neck and you gasped, putty in his hands. “Yeah? My little whore wants me to fuck her?” You nodded, hands clenching in his hair. With a searing kiss to your lips, he pulled away. “Okay, baby.”

He turned, pushing his boxer briefs down and off his legs, before returning to you on the bed. Your legs moved to rest on etiher side of his hips, finding a home hooked around his beck. He didn’t waste any time--he pushed straight into you, burying himself to the hilt inside of you.

You both groaned from the feeling, your wetness making the slide easy. Harry’s head hung as he tried to hold himself together, and you couldn’t help yourself--you swiveled your hips up, wanting more. “Uh-huh,” he said though, holding your hips to the bed with his hand. “None of that. Goin’ to take what I give you, yeah?”

Your chin dipped, nodding fervently. You would do anything for him. And then he pulled out and back in, your walls gripping him tightly. Fingernails dug into his shoulders as you panted his name, curses falling from your lips without abandon. That’s when he let go, snapping his hips to yours in a fast rhythm, letting both of you chase your releases. You were close already, the foreplay leaving you squirming on the bed. 

Sweat dripped down both of your bodies as Harry pushed in and out of you, your legs shaking on his hips. His hand that wasn’t holding your hips down rested at the side of your head to hold his body up, and you watched in fascination as his muscles rippled under his skin, his biceps and shoulders tense and release with the movement of his hips. 

All you could hear were the noises between you, his hips hitting yours, the bed creaking, your wetness squelching between you, but you didn’t care in the slightest. It was the sound of you, the sound of him loving you in every way. “H,” you mumbled, hooking your arms around his neck. “Want you to come with me.”

As much as you were putty for him, he was wrapped around your finger in every shape and form. The foreplay you’d requested was surprisingly something he enjoyed, but it was all for you--he would do anything you asked. So when you requested him to come with you, it was a dream he didn’t want to wake up from.  “You goin’ to come for me, baby?”

The roughness of his words from before were gone, but you didn’t mind. You loved his tender petnames, the way his head sagged and he kissed at your breasts, leaving marks you’d prod at tomorrow and remember with a smile. 

“Come for me,” he begged, pistoning in and out of you with a a fervor. “Need it. I want to come with you, but need to feel you. Can you do that for me?” He was mumbling words without even processing what they were, his mind on fire. “Can you come for me? Promise I’ll come too. Fuck, I promise. love.” 

He fell to his elbow, chest pressed against yours as he kissed you. The closeness is what pushed you over the edge, the. desperation in his voice. You were clawing at his back, gasping his name, walls clenching tight around him as you came. The feeling of you around him had his hips stuttering, with one more push and then he was coming inside of you, shaking as he collapsed fully onto your body. 

Both of you gasped for breath, pulling in air as you fell from your highs. He stayed inside of you, both loving the feeling of closeness it provided. You scratched at his scalp and then down his spine, calming him and he did the same to your arms. You were both touch-starved people and needed the same thing after sex--soft brushes of skin, simple kisses, just a minute or two to gather yourselves. 

When you had, his head lifted to look at you. “How was that?” 

He was checking in, making sure he had done what you asked and not too much. His eyes were warm, full of adoration. “Perfect,” you told him, pushing at a curl on his forehead. “Did you like it?”

His elbows pushed him up so he could hover over your face. “Yeah, actually.” 

You smiled. “Guess we’ll have to do it every once and a while, then.”

He nudged at your jaw and pressed an open mouthed kiss there, smacking against your skin. “Good thing you’re so damn demanding, huh?”

You laughed, pushing at his head, and he quirked at smile at you, eyes as wild as yours. You two were made for each, you thought as you looked at him. Perfectly designed. 

wow this became long really fast

hope you liked it, anon!!!!!

[sub-hoshi-enthusiast]

Can I request kyungsoo with pegging, rough sex, light bondage I been trying to find sub!kyungsoo but can't seem to find any. thank you!

Of course! I really wish there were more sub Kyungsoo fics. I also added petplay because that is the first thing I think of when I see him, I hope that's alright.

⚠️Warnings⚠️: sub!Kyungsoo, fem!dom!reader, rough sex, pegging, petplay.

Happy Birthday Kitten

It had been about 4 or 5 months ago when you had walked in on your boyfriend, Kyungsoo, watching porn on his phone. You were behind him, so he couldn't see nor hear you, but what you saw almost made you want to pounce on him right then and there. You didn't catch the title, but you definitely saw a female dom walking her sub by a leash while he was walking on all fours and wearing cat ears and a buttplug with a tail at the end. When he realized that you were there, he quickly hid his phone and you pretended you didn't see anything. You decided to wait and let him bring it up, since it was something that he seemed embarrassed by. But as you kept waiting and waiting… and waiting, he never said anything about it. You decided to start dropping hints around month 3 but he just seemed to ignore them or brush them off and change the subject quickly.

     You had finally had enough. After 5 months of countless dreams with Kyungsoo writhing underneath you in pleasure, wearing a collar and calling him kitten as you put him in his place, you had finally just snapped. It was going to be his birthday soon, and you had stumbled upon a sex shop near your work as you chose to walk home instead of driving. You stood outside for a few minutes, debating on entering until you saw something shimmering through the glass and immediately walked inside.

     There, in one of the first few aisles, was an entire section dedicated to petplay. But one object had caught your eye. There was a collar made of black leather, but what had really caught your interest was the bold silver letters that spelled out KITTEN across the center of it. You didn't even look at the price tag as you immediately grabbed it off the shelf. You were about to go to the counter to just buy that, but stopped and looked around the rest of the aisle with a wicked smirk.

     In the end you left the shop with the collar, a matching leash, a buttplug like the one that was in the video, and a lacy pair of cat ears that reminded you of some black lingerie that you had at home, though you had never used it. Upon entering your house, you rushed to your bedroom to shove the lingerie in the bag with the toys you had bought and hid it. You only had to hide it for a few days so it wouldn't be that hard. You took the collar out of the bag to hide it somewhere else before hiding the bag in your underwear drawer. The days flew by as you thought about all the fun you would have with your boyfriend on his birthday. You were beyond ecstatic when the day had finally arrived.

     You helped Kyungsoo bring in the arm full of presents that he had gotten from countless fans and the boys- Chen's fiancee even got him something, which you found very sweet- and set them on the dinner table, deciding you would do something with them tomorrow. You excitedly turned around to face your boyfriend with a smile. He chuckled at your facial expression as he set the last of the presents on the table.

     "What?" He asked with his gummy smile that made your heart melt, but at this moment all you could think about was how good he would look as he was screaming beneath you. A sultry smirk graced over your lips as you walked closer to him.

     "I have one more present for you." You told him as you wrapped your arms around his waist, making his breath come out in short pants and the tips of his ears turn a light pink. "I want you to go upstairs, in the bedroom. Your present is in a small black bag in my underwear drawer, and I want you to be wearing everything in there by the time I get to the bedroom." His breath hitched as he raced upstairs to see what you had planned for him.

     You waited a few minutes before walking slowly up the stairs. Once you made it to the door, you entered and looked around the room until you saw the light on under the bathroom door. You walked over and tried to open the door but found it locked. Concerned, you knocked lightly.

     "Baby? Are you alright?" You asked. It took a few minutes for him to respond.

     "U-uh yeah. I-I'm alright." His voice was shaking as he spoke, making you even more concerned.

     "Alright then… are you gonna come out?" Kyungsoo bit his lip and looked at himself in the mirror. The cat ears on his head blended into his slightly messy black hair, the black lace panties that matched them gripped his ass perfectly and the tip of his hard cock was peeking over the edge of them as precum dribbled out, almost staining them, and the tail that hung from the buttplug shoved in his ass kept brushing against the back of his legs making him even more sensitive (the panties he was wearing had a hole in the back shaped like a heart, so he could have the buttplug in at the same time he's wearing them). His ears were bright red and he tightly shut his eyes, too embarrassed to look at himself further.

     "D-do I have to?" 

     "Do you not want to?" He hesitated at your question. "Baby, it's alright. I love you, you know that right?" Kyungsoo let out a sigh to comfort himself before looking in the mirror again.

     "I know… I love you too." You smiled and sat down on the bed.

     "You can come out when you're ready, baby. I didn't mean to pressure you." He smiled before taking a deep breath and stepping into the bedroom, looking at the floor. You looked up as soon as you heard the door open, your jaw dropping as soon as you laid eyes on him. You bit your lip and walked toward him.

     "Fuck, baby. Can you turn around for me?" His face turned even redder than it was as he did as you asked. You let out a low groan as you saw how perfect his ass looked in the panties he wore. You reached forward and cupped his ass in your hands, squeezing it harshly. Kyungsoo let out a loud whimper and grinded back into you, making him moan louder as the plug pushed deeper into him. You moved down to his neck, sucking and biting to leave marks as he leaned his head against your shoulder. His left hand reached up for your hair, pulling you closer to him as the other hand held yours tightly against his hip. His breathy moans echoed around the room as he continued to grind his hips back into yours, pushing the plug inside of him. You smirked against his neck and moved up to whisper in his ear.

     "I have one more present for you kitten." He shivered against you at the nickname before you pulled away from him and moved to grab the collar and leash from your bedside drawer. As you grabbed the collar, you looked at the box that you stored your toys in. You opened it and pulled out the strap and lube, smirking as you set it on top of the cabinet, letting Kyungsoo see it before closing the drawer. Your boyfriend whined at the sight of his favorite toy before gasping as you turned around with the collar in your hands. Precum oozed out the head of his dick when he saw the object. You walked forward , dragging him to the full body mirror you had in your closet door and fastened the collar around his throat, grabbing his face to make him look at himself.

     "Look at how pretty you are. Don't you think you look pretty?" He whimpered, his knees buckling beneath him.

     "Y-yes. M-Mistress's pretty kitty." You smiled and attached the leash to the back of his collar, tugging it back to test his reaction. He moaned loudly as the collar pulled against his neck, restricting his breathing. You smirked, pleased with the reaction you received. You walked to the entry of the door, pulling your boyfriend on the leash behind you. After a few steps you turned and saw him walking upright behind you, making you stop.

     "I don't think kittens walk on two legs, baby." His eyes widened and stood still for a second, taking in your words carefully, before moving to his hands and knees. You smiled and pet the spot behind one of his cat ears.

     "Good kitty." He let out a moan that resembled a purr as he slightly nuzzled his head into your hand. You pulled your hand away and continued walking to the door. The whimpers and whines he let out continuously got louder as the plug shifted around in him with every movement he made. You stopped and dropped the leash as you reached the door, making him look up at you in confusion.

     "Stay." He obediently sat at the door and watched you move to sit at the edge of the bed. You looked up at him and patted your lap, silently telling him to come to you. His face flushed red and he slowly started crawling his way over to you. He sat down in front of you, looking up at you to give him another command. You chuckled fondly at him.

     "Up here kitten." You told him as you patted your lap again. He slowly stood up and straddled your lap. "Good boy." You cooed up at him and pressed light kisses up his neck. He gripped your shoulders and whimpered as you started biting and leaving a trail of bruises on his throat. You squeezed his ass and started grinding his hips into yours, making him whine louder and moved his hands to tangle his fingers in your hair.

     "M-mistress, m-more…" he mumbled barely above a whisper. You flipped both of you over so you were above him and moved your hands to cup his ass under his panties and slowly took them off. His cock rested against his stomach, leaking precum out of it's angry red tip. You flipped Kyungsoo around, pressing his face into the pillows and pulling at his 'tail'. His cries of pleasure echoed around the room as you thrusted the plug in and out of him slightly, stretching him out before removing your clothes. You pulled the plug out of him slowly, letting him feel all of it before you set it on the bedside table. As you set the plug down, you grabbed the strap-on and lube, relishing in the whimpers your boyfriend let out at the sight of it. You thought for a second before you reached back in the drawer and grabbed a black silk ribbon, using it to tie his hands behind his back. As you fully fastened the strap-on around your waist, Kyungsoo pushed his ass up and craned his neck to face you.

     "Please fuck me mistress! Y-your kitten n-needs you!" He whined out and bit his lip, looking back at you with half lidded eyes. He asked so nicely, you couldn't even think of denying him as you quickly thrusted your hips to meet his. The only sounds that could be heard throughout the room was the headboard hitting the wall with every thrust you made, skin slapping loudly against skin, and your boyfriends beautiful moans and whimpers. You pushed his hips down to meet the mattress, making him whimper at the feeling of the sheets against his dick, and continued to fuck him like that. He mewled beneath you as you continued to pound into him, every thrust making him grind his dick against the sheets.

     "F-fuck mistress! N-need to cum, p-please let me cum!!" You smirked and leaned down to nibble on his earlobe.

     "Go ahead kitten, cum for mistress."  He squeezed his eyes shut and whimpered as he let go, his cum staining the sheets and rubbing against his stomach as you continued to pound into him. At first he thought you were just riding him through his orgasm, but he began to whimper as his dick started growing hard again at the feeling of you thrusting into him. You continued to pound into him, even after he came two more times. After he came the third time, you flipped him over to face you. You readjusted the cat ears on his head and smiled down and his fucked out face, drool covering his chin and tears streaming down his red cheeks.

     "My kitten looks so pretty like this. Is mistress making her kitten feel good?" He whimpered and weakly nodded his head, not trusting his words. You smiled and pulled out of him, taking off your strap-on and climbing on top of him. You sank down on his throbbing cock, making him hoarsely moan as he squirmed beneath you.

     "Time to make mistress feel good, my pretty little kitten." He whined and threw his head back into the pillows below his head as you began to slowly start bouncing and grinding  on his cock. You sped up, making his legs shake and kick beneath you.

     "M-mistress, please." He whined weakly beneath you as he looked into your eyes, pupils blown wide with lust. 

     "Are you gonna cum kitten? Fuck- Gonna fill mistress up like a good boy?" You teased, bouncing faster on his cock. He nodded rapidly, weakly bucking his hips up to meet yours as more tears streamed down his face. 

     "Please…" he whimpered as he looked up at you with need filling his eyes. 

     "Go ahead kitten, cum for your mistress." His mouth fell open as he silently moaned out in pleasure. He let out a high pitched whimper as he came inside of you, which triggered your own orgasm, making you groan loudly above him. You slowed down, before stopping and gently climbing off of him. You pulled him to sit up so you could untie his hands from behind him and took off the headband. You pet his hair down, making him nuzzle his head into your hand as you removed the collar from around his neck, setting it with the rest of your toys. You smiled softly at him with love filling your eyes before pressing a light kiss to his lips. 

     "I'll be right back baby." He weakly nodded before leaning back into the sheets, immediately sitting back up with a scowl on his face at the feeling of the wet, cum soaked blanket against his skin. You walked into the bathroom, starting up a warm bath, heading back to your boyfriend once it was done. 

     "Do you think you can stand?" He pushed up off the bed, almost falling over on the first step. You caught him with a chuckle before picking him up bridal style. He buried his face in your neck in embarrassment as you walked him to the bathroom,  gently laying him down in the tub. He whined as you turned to leave, making you turn back to face him. 

     "I'm gonna go change the sheets real quick, unless you want to sleep on those." You said with an eyebrow raised. He quickly shook his head and let you leave the room. You came back a few minutes later and joined your boyfriend, moving to sit behind him so you could hug him to your chest. Kyungsoo snuggled into you with a content sigh, placing his arms over yours and leaning his head back on your shoulder.

     "Sooo… where did you get all of that?" He asked, turning his head to look you in the eyes. 

     "A sex shop not too far from my workplace. I bought them a few days ago." He nodded against you before he looked away with his face a light shade of pink.

     "W-why did you think of p-petplay?" You chuckled and pulled him closer to you.

     "A few months ago I saw you watching that video." He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, mumbling to himself before a look of realization fell across his face. 

     "W-why didn't you say anything!" He asked, his face burning a bright red. 

     "I was going to wait for you to tell me, but I got impatient. I thought you would be embarrassed if I just brought it up."

     "Well it's embarrassing now!!" he said as he buried his face in your neck. You chuckled and hugged him tightly.

     "I'm sorry baby." You said as you pressed a kiss to his forehead. "I love you." You felt him smile gently against the side of your neck.

     "I love you too."

[airi-p4]

Bra lover Boy

My second fic is a Lukanette fic too, of course! Includes fluff and teasing.

Warning: M rated (implied sex)

Thanks to @livrever for the proofread and corrections!

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It was nighttime in Luka’s rented apartment. The young man and his girlfriend Marinette were in his bedroom, lying together on the bed, facing up and almost naked. Marinette was wearing her panties and was partially covered by a slim bed sheet, while Luka was wearing only his boxers underwear. They were 21 and 19 now, but had just recently started dating after years of missed changes for their love to fully bloom. The right time for them had arrived after she confessed to him, who had been in love with her since their eyes met for the first time.

Some rays of light filtered through the curtains of the window of the 5th floor of the building. There was something indescribable in the air, and aura that filled the room with love and absolute happiness, as if a starry sky was sparkling at the ceiling of the room or if they had just been transported to some kind of heaven. A whole magical sensation, completely new for the young couple, that was now panting and gasping for air at a continuous and matching rhythm, without letting go of their joined hands despite how hot, sweaty, and tired they were.

A few minutes passed until their breaths were back to normal. Their heads rolled to face each other, staring at each other's eyes, smiling softly together with a noticeable blush on their cheeks.

The staring lasted for two minutes until the young woman felt like her vocals had returned and her excited but low voice left through her lips. “Luka, that was amazing... Thank you for taking into consideration that it was my first time…” she said, shyly.

“Well, I’m glad… It was my first time too...” Luka smiled shyly too, her soft smile never leaving his lips as he replied to his girlfriend.

His answer surprised her. “What!? But- I thought… I mean- you knew exactly how to treat me kindly and…” Marinette’s usual rambles were about to start but were quickly shushed by her boyfriend.

“That’s because I love you and I’ve dreamed and imagined this so many times… like- for years, you know? I really wanted to make sure you were comfortable and not hurt you in any way, so I did my research. ” he squished her hand in a caring way.

The girl didn’t need a mirror to know her face had just turned redder. She noticed how her cheeks got hotter, even if she couldn’t see it. Her smile had grown uncontrollably wider too. She felt the closest ever to her boyfriend after their first intimate time together.

“Oh… thank you…” She said. But suddenly, an idea sparked in her mind. “But what about the bra hook? I heard it’s difficult to for boys to unhook it. But you undid it so easily! Even faster than I can! You can just learn that by researching it. You need practice to achieve that skill… Don’t tell me you’ve been practicing with Juleka’s bra? Eww!” Her smile had changed into a teasing one as she giggled. It surprised her that Luka’s reaction to the teasing wasn’t his usual, but an unexpected one, like he was… shocked…? And embarrassed too...? That was new and sparked curiosity on the blue-haired lady.

“No way! Stop, please! It’s… even more embarrassing than that…”  His voice volume lowered gradually for every syllable he let out his mouth.

“Oh…? Now I’m curious. Let me hear it”.

Marinette let go of Luka’s hand, and rolled her almost naked body over his, impeding him from moving freely, except for his arms, one of them being placed immediately on her lower back, as if his skin were attracted to hers like a magnet. She kissed his nose, softly, although her smile turned kind of evil in an instant, as she was enjoying his boyfriend’s embarrassed reaction to her teasing.

The musician knew Marinette hated liars, reason enough for him to decide not to lie to her, EVER. Instead of that, he decided to remain silent. But after a glance at his girlfriend’s curious eyes he knew he had to tell the truth- Marinette was extremely stubborn and persistent when she wanted something. And now she wanted to know his extremely embarrassing story.  

“Ok…” He finally agreed, defeated by her beautiful, curious, and begging eyes.

Out of the embarrassment, Luka avoided eye contact as he started to speak, covering his eyes with his hand and fingers. Even though he was shy and nervous, he began to tell his never-told-to-anyone before story to his lover.  

“Do you remember when you had that girls only sleepover at the Liberty, some months ago?” Marinette made a sound to confirm. “I stayed as my friend’s house that day and, you know that. And well... when I came back home…” he paused for a second before continuing talking, without daring to glance at his girlfriend’s eyes, but looking at her lips through his fingers instead, in order to track her reactions. ”There was a bra on my bed." He paused again. "Before I could tell or ask Juleka about it, I heard her on the phone talking to you about a missing bra designed and created by the one and only Marinette Dupain-Cheng, possibly forgotten somewhere in the ship after 'the girls' sleepover. After hanging up the phone, Juleka asked me if I had seen it, giving me a super detailed description of its design: blue/turquoise colored and music-themed with waves and music notes on it on one cup. She even mentioned a snake design used as an under band from start to its end, with its head with fangs used as hooks attached to it in the front. The description also included some lacey pink flowers on the other cup and some yellow see-through over the shoulders. I couldn’t tell her that was the EXACT same bra I had just found on my bed... Not after she teasingly accused me of hiding it for pervert purposes!” ‘Which is exactly what I did, I guess…’ he thought. “I was too embarrassed so I couldn’t tell her or you anything about it after that…”

Luka gulped, and Marinette said nothing, she just listened to him, kind of amused. He continued then.

“I just… hid it... And after knowing it belonged to you, and that you had worn it to show it to your friends that day… I was greedy... and I used it to fantasize about you wearing it, touching it, imagine how your hands had worked to make it, your possible inspiration for every detail…  And I practiced to unhook it many times too, in hope that, someday, if you let me, I’d be able to see it over your body… and maybe take it off of your body too… ” he paused again as Marinette still remained silent. Which made Luka awkward. And that led him to continue with his talk without thinking much, just to break their silence, while expectant for his lover’s reaction. “God… this is so embarrassing… Say something, please...”

Luka was blushing heavily at his confession, still avoiding eye contact. His lustful actions and desires had just been exposed to the girl he had loved for years and that was now his girlfriend. He was nervous knowing that it might disappoint her, as it probably was an unexpected and different side of the Luka she had not known all this time. He won’t be seen as a pure gentleman anymore, but a young man full of sexual needs.

“I can’t believe I even…” he added, with a sigh, leaving the sentence unfinished.

“Even what?” Marinette urged the boy to continue to his story, but the boy stayed silent, with his hand still covering his face. She could see he was biting his lips out of embarrassment. Then, out of nowhere, the girl shoved him an awkward question, giggling:

“Don’t tell me you tried it on?”

Luka’s reaction was all she need to know the answer.

“OMG you did!” Marinette’s laughter filled Luka’s apartment. “Hahaha! I can’t believe it!! That’s not the image I had of you! Oh God... so funny!” She wiped the tears from her eyes.

“That’s not I-…! Ugh… Don’t laugh, please. There’s no way I could… It doesn’t even fit me…” He was desperate to deny all evidence, too embarrassed to admit the truth.

“How do you know that? Oh-oh…” She could see his blush under his hands as she evilly grinned. “So it didn’t fit when you tried it on, huh…?”

“Sh*t…”

He knew he had been found out after seeing his girlfriend’s victorious expression on her face. So he gave up trying to defend himself and, without even thinking, his true feelings were the first ones to leave his mouth.

“This is all because I’m crazy for you. Geez… Don’t judge me for my feelings”

Eye contact finally took place between the two lovebirds, making it a first since Luka’s confession started. His blue eyes were showing his embarrassment, but also an infinite love towards the girl lying on him. His love filled gaze was honest, and Marinette could feel his pure love piercing through her heart.

“Bu-u-u-ut…! Don’t attack me acting cute like that when I’m making fun of you! So unfair…!” she pouted.

It was her turn to blush now, as she pronounced her words in a cry. His not-on-purpose counterattack were very effective on her and saved the boy from deeper embarrassment. She grabbed a cushion to cover her face with it and moved to the side of the bed, her back facing towards his boyfriend’s body. With his freedom of movements recovered, the musician got partially up and looked at her from over his shoulder.

“You shouldn’t be laughing in first place! Geez… I wouldn’t have told you if I had known you would tease me this much…”

Then, as Marinette stayed silent, Luka’s hand stretched towards his drawer, placed just next to the bed. Passing his hand over Marinette’s body, he reached its handle and opened it. Marinette took a peek over the cushion, curious about her boyfriend’s intentions, wondering if he had any ‘adult toys’ hidden inside.

“Here…it’s been in this drawer all this time… I’ll take it to the laundry, and I’ll give it back to you once it’s properly washed” he said, grabbing a piece of clothing in his hand.

And there it was. The infamous bra her boyfriend had been fantasizing about all this time. The bra that had been in Luka’s hands since that day months ago. The one that had been touched multiple times as she had been that night, trails of magic left with every touch of his fingers on her skin. Ripples of sensations that still remained on her, capable of reaching not only his heart but also her soul. She already knew she loved him, but her body now knew she could never stay apart from him. Not after finally knowing the meaning of true love.

She caught the bra from his hands, throwing the cushion away, and stared at it. She remembered perfectly how it was designed and created, and every one of the details that decorated the piece of art in the form of the lingerie she was holding.

“You know…?” she started, and Luka centered his attention to her words “I was very disappointed when I lost this bra. Not only because I put a lot of effort into it, but also because I made it in order to surprise this particular boy… I worked on it for weeks! Alya too was excited about it too… And I was looking forward to wearing it during my first time with my boyfriend if he accepted my feelings and agreed to date me but… Couldn’t you tell? YOU were on my mind all the time I spent making this... and even earlier”.  Marinette’s gaze met Luka’s surprised eyes, smiled softly, and continued staring at bra just the second after “But… since I lost it, I had to work on plan B, and it all had to wait a few more weeks since I could properly confess and use another brand new hand-made one for tonight… and it’s a shame because this new one isn’t as pretty as the original one...”

“Marinette, you… You made this thinking of me…? Since months ago…!? You’ve been… I mean – You’ve liked me for so long? I… I thought… Ugh… I feel so stupid... I could have become your boyfriend way earlier if I hadn’t hidden your bra…”

Sitting on the bed and covering his face with his hands, Luka was in denial. Frustration, regret, and some sadness were the feelings that surfaced. Not a single sound could leave through his lips, pressed against each other. But Marinette smiled at his reaction.

“Ohh…” she started to say, “You wanted to see this that much, huh…?”

Luka’s hand left his face as his eyes looked now at his girlfriend, who was on her knees in front of him, wearing the bra he’s been dreaming to see on her for weeks – no, the accurate number would be 3 months and six days. None of the Marinettes from his dreams could compare to the original. For Luka, her beauty was out of this world and he was sure he wouldn't be able to restrain himself much longer when Marinette winked and bit her lips, provoking her boyfriend to go and get his long-awaited and desired fantasy. He was ALMOST speechless but managed to pronounce some words that almost couldn’t be heard because of his own heartbeat.

“My Goddess… You’re gorgeous… Don’t think you can avoid a second round after turning me on like this.. ” Without thinking, his hand had placed on her ribs, as he positioned his body to get ready to kiss the woman of his dreams.

“You know I’m all yours...” she sighed, in expectation.

The blue-eyed girl was already approaching to seal her lips with his, but was stopped before they could actually touch them, meeting the musicians finger in the way.

“Wait a second. Let me admire YOU for a moment before that. You can’t imagine how long I’ve been dreaming of this… You’re so beautiful… so perfect...”

“Ugh…! Just take it off already, you bra lover boy!” she giggled as she got impatient and jumped to hug and kiss her boyfriend, who was more than happy to receive her affections. Moments after the hook was already off without her even noticing. ”How the hell do you do that?” she asked, between kisses. “You should know my fingers are magical” he answered, and left a giggle at his girlfriend’s response “hell yeah, they are!”.

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After 2nd round.

“Luka… Can I ask you something?”

“Yes?” Marinette kept her face down and seemed sad to Luka’s eyes “Marinette? Are you ok? Did I hurt you?” Luka was scared as he approached her lover’s face, hands on her shoulders, extremely worried for his girlfriend’s wellness.

Instead of an answer, another question was thrown at him.

“Should… Should I…” Luka was listening, giving her all his worrying attention. “Should I make a bra for you next time?”

And there she was. Teasing him, AGAIN. She enjoyed it and he fell for it EVERY DAMN TIME. His eyebrows were frowned and didn’t answer. Marinette couldn’t keep her laugh inside her anymore, transforming it into a hysterical laughter.

“Marinette! Stop it already, Geez...”

“I’m sorry Luka, but your embarrassed face is just too cute!” she said, hugging him while still laughing.

“You’re mean, Marinette. You continue to tease me even after knowing how embarrassed I am…”

“Ok, OK… I get it, I’ll stop” she paused “But you want one, right?”

Luka frowned at her question, but still gave her an answer “You know I could never say no to my dear girlfriend...”. And Marinette giggled at his words.

“You’re adorable! Thank you for telling me about the bra despite your embarrassment. You know I like honest people and I’m super grateful you never lie to me. I love you so much!” her smile was as bright as the full moon outside the window. Her hand moved then to rest on Luka’s cheek. He took the lady’s hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it softly before letting his voice out.

“I love you too, Marinette. Even if you are mean and tease me, I can’t resist your charms” he smiled.

“Then don’t resist and come here again. Or are you tired?” she asked.

“I could never get tired of you, My love.”

His body was already over hers while he pronounced his words, his lips meeting hers as soon as the sound of his voice became silent, tongues finding their way to savour each other, letting their burning passion take control.

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The next morning

The next morning arrived with some chill breezes coming from the slightly open window. Being summer, the weather was hot and the sun rose  early, its shiny rays of vitamin entering through the slowly dancing curtains and meeting the sleepy faces of the happy couple sleeping on the bed in Luka's room. That was enough to wake them up, although they were still tired and avoiding getting up at all costs. Luka finally surrendered and got mentally prepared to get up. Not without turning his head to look at the young woman who owned his heart. Only then, he started opening his eyes, studying how Marinette was making faces, trying hard to ignore the light coming inside the room and continue to sleep, without much success. Her little disgusted sounds were amusing Luka, who was surely enjoying the view: he loved his girlfriend’s face, but also loved seeing his hickeys all over her neck and upper chest. He only spoke when he could tell she wouldn't fall asleep again.

“Good morning, beautiful. Did you sleep well? I’m gonna make some coffee. Want some?” he asked with a loving smile.

“Hm…?” Marinette mumbled something incomprehensible, but he knew she wanted him to repeat his question.

“Coffee?” he asked again, giggling at her sleepyhead.

“Hmm… yes please… with milk and sugar...” she finally managed to say. Finally trying to open her eyes.

“Of course.”

Luka loved having the girl he loved close and didn't want to leave her side, even if it was just to bring her some coffee. But he needed one and knew Marinette would be even more grateful than him for one too.

The musician stretched his neck and upper body to kiss his girlfriend's forehead. As he started moving, he noticed that something was impeding his movements, something pressed over his arms and chest. Before he could actually kiss his girl, he looked down just to find he was wearing Marinette's bra, backwards and untied.

“WTH-!?” he mumbled, frowning his eyebrows in annoyance.

“Pffff….” the blue-eyed girl couldn't restrain her laugh anymore despite her efforts, so a giggle escaped her. That was everything the blue-eyed young man needed to understand what happened.

“Marinette!! You little mischievous lady…! Stop bullying me over bras already!"

He raised his voice, taking the bra off carefully and tickling her in revenge. Marinette could only laugh louder in response, his laugh joining hers soon.

And just like that, their Sunday started: with love, kisses, coffee and a beautiful bra that would lead Marinette's teasing for a while and haunt and embarrass Luka forever.

THE END

[parkjmini]

Outlier | 01

poly!au: park jimin x reader x kim jennie while your lovers said they needed you, you wondered if they knew how much you needed them. word count: 4696 genre: angst, fluff ? SMUT !! warnings: explicit language, threesome, girl on girl 

[an]: thank you for all the positive feedback on this ff bc like i said before i was super hesitant but im glad ppl like it !! thank u for waiting patiently, but hopefully once i drop my classes, ill have more time to write !! 

prologue . 01 . 02 .

                         18 Months Later 

You walked home with groceries pulling down at your arm and droplets dribbling down your forehead. Hot days were never nice to you. Some days you’d faint unknowingly because of dehydration. Those days were the scariest.

Lately, Jimin and Jennie have been going to a lot of social events together because of their internship. Nowadays, you were often alone mentally and physically. 

The year with your boyfriend and girlfriend had been amazing. You were all infatuated with each other and so in love. However, after your anniversary, things were beginning to change. 

The two started to spend more alone time together due to the new internship and schedule differences. As much as they tried to remember you, they often forgot you at home, during intimate moments, and at night.

They were subconsciously squeezing you out of the equation and your differences started to surface. Jennie liked to party, you did not. Jimin liked to cuddle, you did not. You liked to sleep in, they did not. They liked to work out, you did not. 

And while everyone talked out their problems, every resolution made things heavier. Kisses were empty. The sex became one-on-one, mostly being Jennie and Jimin. 

The first time you discovered it without you, it broke you. The sex was not something that you all did just to get off. It was a beautiful way for all of you to connect and appreciate each other. Them singling you out made you doubt everything. 

Their excuse was that it was only quick and was because one of them was sexually frustrated. That became their regular excuse. 

It also didn’t help that none of your families knew about the three-way relationship. So, it meant that the holidays meant one of you weren’t invited and it was mainly you. 

The neglect affected you tremendously, but you were afraid that if you spoke up that you’d lose them forever. As much as their actions hurt, they were still very special people to you.

“I’m back.” Their shoes were sprawled next to door and heard the water stop running. You eventually moved in with them so you can all be closer. However, Jennie’s bed wasn’t big enough for all three of you and there had to be a compromise. Jimin and you would switch between the guest room and Jennie’s room every night, but progressively, you ended up in the guest room to simplify things.

Jimin came from the hallway and his eyes widen at the amount of bags in your hand, “babygirl, let me get that for you.” He gathered the heavy bags and placed them in the kitchen. You slumped into your room to remove your purse and to catch your breath. Jennie walked in with her silky black robe and her hair in a towel. Her worried expression fell upon your tired face.

“Honey, you’re drenched.” She ran to grab a washcloth and sat down on your bed to help wipe the sweat from your face. She pushed your hair back gently, her eyebrows remain creased with concern. Her brown eyes scanning for any loose droplets before they landed on yours watching her.

There was a brief spark when your eyes met and the annoying thud in your chest started up. She smelled like the sweet fragrance of your body wash and her skin looked so soft. Her robe did a poor job to conceal much because she never liked to wear it properly. You hated how just looking at her made your heart race. You fought the urge to kiss her. You fought the urge to have her swim in your eyes, in your thoughts, in your heart.  

“Thank you.” You said simply and grabbed her hand to stop her from proceeding any further, for making your heart pound so aggressively against your chest, for making every neglectful moment hurt more. You got up to leave the room, but her warm body hurried to stop you. Her arms wrapped you from behind and her cheek pressed against your shoulder.

“Can we talk?” Her voice was muffled by your shirt.

Jimin appeared at the door in front of you and his expression soften at the sight of how Jennie was desperately trying to hold onto you. “I need to put the groceries in the fridge.” Your voice remained blank.

“I already did that for you.” Jimin’s voice caused Jennie’s head to pop up. You had no other excuse for you to leave.

“So when did you come back?” You asked passively as the bed sank underneath your weight. The two had gone to a banquet the previous night and didn’t come home, nor did they bother to contact you about their whereabouts.

Jennie crawled up next to you, her hand intertwining with yours, her guilt seeping through her eyes that were already pleading for you to forgive her. “This morning. We saw that you were gone and we were so panicked.”

“Why?” You asked.

Jimin sighed and joined you on your other side. “We thought you packed your things and left us, completely. We were so worried and you weren’t answering your phone.”

“My phone ran out of battery, I was only going to be out for a little bit so I didn’t bother to charge it. Why would I just leave?” Confusion set as your eyes darted between your boyfriend and your girlfriend.

“Because we’ve been such horrible significant others to you.” Jennie sounded surprise to how you were unaware of their actions. “Babygirl, we leave you almost every day. We sleep in separate rooms. We don’t call you enough. We don’t have date nights anymore. We don’t fuck together anymore! If you don’t hate us, I hate us for you. We don’t deserve you.”

“You leave me because you have to, not because you want to… I hope.. and I chose to sleep in the separate rooms because your mattress isn’t big enough, sweetheart. You don’t call me and us not having date nights are because you two are busy, I get that. I just don’t have a life to keep me preoccupied, so it seems like I’m always alone. And the whole intercourse thing is whatever, I have a low libido anyways.” You explained all her points, but her cute pout stayed on her face.

“You were upset about it when you first found out we did it without you.” Jimin held onto your other hand.

“Yeah, but I got over it.” You shrugged, staring at the ground.

“But throughout all of it, you take it. You don’t complain or say anything. You just take it and I’m worried. Talk to us, (Y/N). I want you to know that we’re here for you. Everyone has a limit and we don’t want you to reach yours.” Jennie rested her head on your shoulder.

Jimin kissed your knuckles, “like she said, we don’t deserve you.”

“Sure.. I get hurt when I’m alone, but what can you guys do about it? Nothing. You’re both stuck at your internship, so me voicing things out won’t change much.”

Jimin frowned, “let us make things up to you.”

“What are you guys going to do?..” They were never up to good when their devilish smiles appeared on their faces. Jennie pulled you up and unbuttoned your jeans. “Jen!” You yelped and held onto your pants.

She chuckled and Jimin reached for a box underneath your bed. “We’re trying to get you out of these clothes, so you can get into these.” Opening the box, a neatly folded dress stared back at you.

It was a rich wine color, the color that they both said you looked the best in. Pulling the dress up, it was a soft, stretching blend. It was cinched at the waist as the bottom flared out nicely. The sweetheart cut added a sensual touch. It was truly marvelous, simple, but still marvelous.

The lingerie under the dress really got your attention. It was a matching set of lacy bra and underwear. Rubbing the crimson fabric between your fingers, the material felt expensive and very sturdy.

“I’ll draw you a bath and when you come out, you can try it on.” Jimin gave your arms a small squeeze before walking into the bathroom.

“We’ll make sure we’ll be there to watch.” Jennie winked and picked up your chin. “Then, we can go out for dinner. I made reservations at your favorite place.”

The happiness filled every crevice in your body, causing you to explode into tears. “You guys don’t have to do this for me. I don’t need this.”

“We want to.” She kissed your wet cheeks.

“Princess, we don’t do this enough. We should be doing this everyday for you, not once in a blue moon.” Jimin hugged you from behind and kissed the top of your head. “Don’t cry.. the fact that you’re crying makes me feel worse because you should be use to the love we show, but you’re still surprised at everything. We’re doing such a bad job at this, so this is our apology.”

“Come on, the water is going to get cold.” Jennie pulled you into the bathroom and helped you out of your clothes. She placed the dress and the lingerie against the door. Your girlfriend gave you a small kiss on your forehead before lightly closing the door. 

“I don’t think it looks right on me.” Your head peeked from around the bathroom door and your lovers shared a similar gaze. 

“Babygirl, let us see.” Jimin leaned coolly against the adjacent wall. Jennie was eager to push the door further to see more of her beautiful girl.

“Is it suppose to make my butt look big?” Still hiding behind the door, your averted eyes and shy pout made them chuckle sweetly.

“Your butt is already big on it’s own, kitten.” Jennie smiled and winked at Jimin, who nodded in agreement. 

You took a deep breath and walked out of the bathroom. Jimin sucked in his breath at how the lace hugged your curves. Jennie’s eyes widen at how the fabric wasn’t covering as much as it should. The pink warmth danced across your cheeks as you felt their eyes travel to all the exposed parts of your body.

You’ve been naked plenty of times in front of them, but to be in sexy lingerie was a different story. Jimin cleared his throat and peered over at his other girlfriend, who couldn’t keep her eyes off of you. He laughed, and closed her mouth for her by pushing her chin up. “You’ll catch flies, babe.”

“Sorry–I’m – Jimin, just look – that’s our baby! Do you see her?! Like all of her?” Jennie tripped over her words as she gestured to your stunning appearance.

You fiddled with your thumbs, “it barely covers my ass…”

“Oh you know we gotta see that.” Jennie blurted out before Jimin playfully slapped her arm. 

“Give us a twirl, sweetcheeks.” Jimin suggested and watched you with dark pools flooding his eyes. 

You spun around slowly, “Oh my god, (Y/N).. we might have to skip the dinner and just go straight for dessert.” Jimin choked. 

You turned your head to look at their faces, and while they tried to look at your face, they were too busy gawking at something else. “..does it look okay on me?”

“Stunning.. absolutely breathtaking.” Jennie covered her hot cheeks. 

“Are you kidding me? (Y/N), you look perfect.” Jimin couldn’t hold back from touching you any longer. He wrapped his arms around your torso, his hands roaming over your smooth, hot skin. His mouth sucking softly at your neck.

His hands traveled down your stomach to the waistband of the underwear, abruptly shoving it off your hips. “Okay! No more..” You laughed and gently pushed him off. His face filled with disappointment. “We’re going to dinner.” 

“You’re such a tease, baby.” Jennie chuckled and kissed at the hickey Jimin left you.

“She just knows how to play her cards.” Jimin watched you with hungry eyes, but he remained off of you. Slipping on the dress, you took their breath away once again.

“I’m so lucky..” Jennie whispered as you touched up your make up. “..to have such a beautiful girlfriend.”

“Can you guys stop staring me down for three seconds and go change?” You laughed at your statues and they both rolled their eyes before proceeding to change.

“How did you manage to book this place?” You played with the pasta on your plate. 

“I have my connections.” Jimin cleared his throat, cutting his steak with the lightest glide. 

“Plus, you’re special. They know us.” Jennie smiled and fed you a piece of her ravioli. All three of you always ordered the same things at your favorite restaurant. It became your fancier spots to go to when you all came to be one.

“How’s the food?” The chef came out to greet you all, a towel thrown on his shoulder. 

Jimin smiled and beckoned his fork, “delicious as usual.”

“What’s the special night?” 

Jennie and Jimin exchanged glances, and they both swallowed hard. Jennie’s fake smile plastered uncomfortably on her face, “it’s to appreciate our girl tonight.”

“We’ve been gone for so long, it was time to reconnect with our beautiful girlfriend.” Jimin reached over to hold your hand, his being much colder than usual.

“Young love, it’s great. Wish me and my wife still had that. Enjoy the food and I hope to see you for your birthday.” He tapped your nose and you nodded.

Jennie darted towards Jimin with large worried eyes. “Birthday.” She mouthed discreetly. 

Jimin’s head fell back in frustration. “Can we talk, Jen?” He got up and Jennie looked over at you with a sad expression.

“Don’t worry about it, baby. It’s nothing bad.” She said, but her voice was laced with absolute concern. 

Your head rested on your palm, afraid of knowing, yet growing tired of understanding. “Don’t be surprised if I’m gone before you two are back.” You sighed sarcastically.

“You won’t.” Jennie pushed in her chair and hurried after Jimin to the front door.

“I might.” You shrugged, knowing that she was too far to hear. Your phone buzzed, the reminder of your next doctor’s appointment in the next couple of days. 

You’ve been feeling really weak lately. It takes you forever to walk up the stairs and you’ve been fainting a lot more frequently. At random points, you’d get excruciating pain in upper abdomen that goes into your back. You called your doctor about your weird symptoms, and she wanted you to come in immediately.

While she sounded anxious, you didn’t really bother to care. You also kept it from Jennie and Jimin, you didn’t want them to freak out. Their lives were on a raising path and they’d drop everything in a heartbeat to care for you, even when you had the common flu. It was probably nothing major anyways.

“Is something wrong?” You asked, not looking up from your full plate of food.

“Nothing is wrong.”  Jennie aggressively pulled out her chair.

“Are you not hungry?” Jimin asked and you looked up to see how upset they both seemed.

“Not really. I haven’t had an appetite in a while.” You wiped your mouth of any extra sauce and grabbed your things. “I’ll wait for you in the car.” 

Jimin paused before handing you the car keys, a sigh escaping his plump lips. You walked out of the restaurant and hurried to the empty vehicle. You sat in the back because it was usually Jennie and Jimin who sat together. His hand resting on her thigh. Their delicate voices harmoniously mixing with one another. Jennie’s dreamy stares. Jimin’s intense focus. It was always them.

You closed your eyes for a while, waiting. Contemplating. You didn’t want to leave them, everything felt wrong without them there. 

The door opened at your side and Jennie joined you in the back. “Hey baby.” She cooed softly.

You rolled your eyes, ignoring her. 

“Why are you upset?” Jennie’s smooth hand rubbed your exposed thigh.

“Because I thought we were in a relationship.” You crossed your arms. 

“We are.” Jimin opened the door right on cue. It was never fun when arguments became 2 to 1.

“So why are you keeping secrets from me? Why the fuck do you two always do this to me? You’ve always been great at it before we were together, and I never called you out on it because – I guess – I didn’t have the right to know. But I’m your girlfriend now. I thought we’d stop the childish hiding.” You groaned, almost moaning the last part when Jennie pressed you through your panties.

“We’ll tell you tonight.” Jennie was mesmerized by what was between your thighs. Jimin’s eyes darted from his middle mirror back to the front.

“You two are not doing this right now.” Jimin groaned, frustrated that he wasn’t allowed any piece of the action.

“Just drive, babe. The more you talk the less you’ll get to experience it.” Jennie stared you down with beautiful, hypnotizing eyes. Her fingers rubbing aggressively against your lingerie. 

Any other time, you would’ve stopped her. But they haven’t been intimate with you for an incredibly long time. The sensations felt too good, that you had forgotten how nice it felt. “Jen.. I’m – uh - suppose to be – angry at – you —mmhm – two!” Your head fell back in the seat, her hand spreading your legs wider.

“Let’s fuck out your anger, babygirl.” She batted her long, heavy eyelashes at you. Her slender fingers slipping into your underwear, coating them in your juices. “Or let Jimin and I make it up to you.” She stuck two fingers in you, drinking in your gasps.

“I hate this..” Jimin groaned as he kept trying to peek at the back.

“Focus on driving, Jimin.” Jennie laughed.

“I can’t when I can hear my babygirl moaning like that.” You blushed at his comment and Jennie kissed each blossoming cheek.

“She liked that.” Jennie winked at you and you leaned over to kiss her gently. 

“I like the both of you.” You smiled, Jennie removed her fingers. She licked them, and hummed sweetly.

“How are you still the cutest person even when I had my fingers shoved inside of you?” She giggled, pushing you back onto the cushion. She moved your panties to the side, and kissed your clit.

“Baby!” You yelped, static running down your arms and legs. Her tongue being super soft and warm. You being wet. She knew all the right spots of pleasure. You loved when Jennie ate you out because she could relate to which places felt best. Jimin was great at it too, but not knowing the secret spots.

Her mouth was buried into your pussy, devouring your sensitive bud. Her tongue fitting into your tight hole, feeling it swirl and dip in. Your back arched up, everything taking over your tiny body.

“Okay, we’re home now. You two can stop.” Jimin rolled his eyes as the car came to a halt. 

Your clit popped right out of Jennie’s mouth, her chin glistening. She fixed your underwear and helped you up. Pulling her in, your lips attacked her’s passionately. She pushed you away softly, chuckling in the process. “I know you’re eager, but Jimin just washed the car.”

“Thank babe. Can we hurry? It’s getting cold. I want to get upstairs as fast as possible.” Jimin whined as he escorted you and Jennie from his sleek, black Mercedes. 

“We all know you’re not cold.” Jennie intertwined your fingers with hers.

“Yeah, okay. I want to fuck the shit out of my lovely girlfriends, is that bad?” Jimin wrapped his with your other free hand.

“Patience is key.” 

“We’re taking the elevator, I’m done with patience.” Jimin pressed the golden button until one of the doors open and hurriedly pulled you and Jennie inside.

Jimin gently pushed you onto the bed, leaning down to give you inconsistent kisses. You wanted to grab his chiseled face, he didn't allow it. He kept pulling and teasing. Smirking and playing.

"Give her a real kiss, Jimin." Jennie laughed and Jimin listened. His lips were graciously waltzing with your own. His hands were roaming up and down your body, trying to push your dress up. Jimin pulled away and came face to face with your clothed privates.

You were preoccupied by Jennie and how sensual her panties fell from her legs. You heard a ripping noise and you peered down to see the culprit at hand. Jimin was tearing your sweet lace that they bought you, "I liked those..."

"We'll get you another one, honey." He kissed your inner thighs and dove in for a few licks.

"Come here.." You gestured to the naked Jennie, who was rubbing herself to the sight of her boyfriend and girlfriend enjoying themselves. She sat on top of your face, her being already soaked.

You sucked at her clit until she started to grip onto your hair. "Fuck.. That's -- I forget how good you are at this, (Y/N)."

Jimin poked at your entrance, catching you off guard. He entered, slow at first because he knew you had to adjust. His length filled you up impressively, and Jennie leaned down to smack your hard clit. Her tongue traced around your hood before she dove straight for the exposed bud.

“.. this..” Jimin huffed, grabbing your hips aggressively as he began pounding into you, “.. is so hot..”

“You say that every time we all fuck.” You hummed against Jennie and she moaned back to the vibrations. 

“Because it never fails to astonish me.” He groaned, his hips gyrating to the point where your skin was tender from the friction. “How good you feel. How much you both turn me on. How beautiful our love is for each other.”

Jimin often spoke a lot during sex. The more he talked, the faster he pounded. The less coherent he was, the closer he was to his high. He had so much love to vocalize and Jennie was a little more of the dominate keen. You were always their precious princess that they needed to please. 

“Baby, you’re getting me soft.” Jennie said with a small smile and gave Jimin a small peck. “I love the both of you.” She moaned and planted her hands on Jimin’s ass. She pulled him closer to you, and you felt more stuffed than ever.

She gripped his firm cheeks as she was peaking her high. Hooking onto her thighs, you made sure to keep the same pace as you were before. “Oh kitten, I’m cumming--” Her eyes were closed, breathless as she was. Her back arched, yet she remained holding on.

Her hips were grinding on your face as she cried out, a volcano erupting inside of her. Her tight ball coming undone. You sucked and licked so hard that it was hurting your jaw, but you wanted to milk everything out of her, until she reached her limits.

Her whines become more high pitched as she begged to get off of your face, but you kept her down. Jimin went quicker with the help of Jennie guiding him. “You mean so much to me.. I’m.. wow .. just, -- who would’ve thought -- “

“Baby, okay! I can’t take it anymore.” Jennie chuckled, needing to catch her breath as her legs quivered and squeezed next to your head. She had to push you away and you let go, knowing that she wouldn’t stop shaking for a while.

She kissed your plump, wet lips and brushed away the hair that stuck to your face. “I love you, I love you.”

“Babygirl, you feel--” Jimin gave several final thrusts and Jennie rubbed you in the processes. Her warm fingers caused your back to come off of the bed and your bubble to pop. 

“I’m cumming, baby!” You screamed and held onto Jennie’s free hand as she soaked in your weak expression, as it contoured in ecstasy. Jimin kissed up your neck as you squeezed around him.

“Me --” Jimin began, and his final slam caused you to shift upward onto the bed, “--too.” 

“That was beautiful.” Jennie smiled and kissed your’s and Jimin’s cheeks. “It’s always the best to watch the final climax.” 

“Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?” Jimin helped you off the bed and your legs almost broke down.

You wobbled to the bathroom with the support from your boyfriend. “I love you.” You smiled, unaware of what consequences were going to follow later into the night.

“So this.. secret.. that you two were going to tell me..” You started your sentence as Jennie played with your silky bath robe. Her eyes peered up, panicked, and Jimin caught her expression. “What is it?”

“It’s nothing bad.” Jennie sat up on the mattress that you had managed to fit. Her lights were off and after care was always a big thing for the three of you. 

Jimin got up too, his face showing signs of distress. “We’re going away.” 

“What?” You asked, anger boiling in your system.

“It’s for our internship. We’re leaving tomorrow afternoon.” Jimin was blunt with the truth.

“For.. how long?” You avoided eye contact, knowing how they were looking at you with their puppy dog eyes. Their innocent, loving eyes.

“For a week.” Jennie wasn’t saying anything, because she knew that she was going to break down. It was your birthday this week and they were going to miss it. 

“So.. you spent this entire day with me.. not because you wanted to appreciate me, but because you wanted to pamper me up to tell me bad news?” You got up from the bed to head to the guest room.

Jennie held onto your wrist to stop you, “we did it because we didn’t want you to feel more hurt than you already were. We knew how much we left you, so we thought that we would spend this entire day to make things up for this week.”

You peeled her tight fingers off, “how long were you aware of this trip?”

Jimin and Jennie shared shameful eye contact, and Jimin sighed, “four days ago.”

“So... both of you knew for four days that you were going on a week long trip and didn’t bother to tell me until the day before you two leave? I’m not even mad that you’re missing my birthday, I’m upset because you had so much time to tell me.” You ran into the guest room and locked them out. Their loud footsteps stopped at your door and Jennie’s voice was quivering.

“We were scared that you’d resent us and we’d feel guilty, then end up deciding not to go.” 

“When have I ever stopped you two from doing anything?” Hot tears stained your cheeks as you sat with your back against the door. “It’s not the best feeling in the world knowing that you don’t fit into something. That you’re the odd one out. The one left behind. I want to belong in this relationship too.”

“And you do. We love you, (Y/N).” Jimin desperately tried to console you.

“It’s getting harder to believe.” Sniffling, you crawled into your empty bed. Jennie and Jimin’s shadows remained pacing outside.

“Please open up, baby.” Jennie was sobbing, her tears dripping onto the floor.

“You should go to bed, I wouldn’t want you two to miss your flight tomorrow.” Your hit the pillow softly, soaking the cloth with sorrow.

“We’re going to Las Vegas, we’re not flying.” Jimin said and you rolled your eyes.

“I honestly don’t care where you two go at this point!” You shouted, streams falling faster. “I -- let me -- I just want to be alone tonight.”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). Please don’t be mad at us, we need you, darling.” Jimin whispered, taking over the conversation due to Jennie’s heavy sobs.

You shut them out, not wanting to hear anymore of what they had to say. Closing your eyes, you wondered how everything had gone so terribly wrong. How you started to lose them. How you became the outlier.