#anyways i was just Confused. tongue out chapstick on (my tongue) just like 'Huh...?'

[orcelito]

Sleepy Brain is such a powerful force......

Getting ready for bed... brushed my teeth... was wrapping things up... went to put on chapstick, as I often do in the bathroom...

I licked it. On autopilot. My brain just decided that was the thing to do.

Now my mouth tastes like fake French vanilla... what a life....

[ohimsummer]

PLS CAN WE GET THIS ONE [ the classic “no i’m not in love with character a, yes thinking about hurting them makes me want to throw myself into ongoing traffic, no it doesn’t make sense to me either” ] WITH EREN

this came out suuuper long, hope i did your rq justice, anon!! <3

content: eren x reader, eren is down BAD, not really proofread

Eren feels like an idiot. He feels like someone is holding his head underneath the ocean and the water is just cascading through his ears. The liquid tosses his brain around, it makes him not be able to think straight, and it makes him feel confused and angry. But worst of all, it makes him feel stupid. 

“Yo? Eren?” He’s snapped from his thoughts when he feels a light slap on his cheek. It’s none other than you because of course it is, he always finds himself somewhere in your presence no matter what. Even in places where he didn’t expect you to be, he would somehow end up around you and be stuck staring at your pretty face, adorned with a gleaming smile that paled the sun in comparison. 

He looks over at your beautiful form where you’re casually draped over the side of his couch. You were playing around in your hair to style it before a party, but now you were squinting your eyes at Eren, lips pouted, and arms crossed over your chest. He feels like someone is squeezing a rope around his chest as his words catch in his throat, and all Eren can give you is a raise of his eyebrows. 

“Were you even listening, Jaeger?” He feels you nudging his arm with your feet clad in colorful socks. His words are still untangling themselves on his tongue, so he just gives a nod. 

“Oh, yeah?” You take a sip from your takeout cup. “What’d I say then, huh?” 

Eren’s been in trouble enough times to know he’s got limited options, none of them good. Either admit he was too spaced out staring at how your shiny, glossed lips looked when they moved, and how much he wanted to kiss the chapstick off your lips or- 

“You keep looking at my mouth, ‘Ren. What, you wanna kiss me or something, babe?” 

He watches as you reposition yourself to sit up straight and then lean towards him. You lean so close to his face that he can smell the perfume you put on this morning. It’s a light strawberry scent still lingering on your skin. There’s that underwater feeling again as Eren loses his train of thought and fights the urge to bury his nose in your neck and pull you into his arms.  

You blink at him. You’re so close that your nose almost touches his. Eren sucks in a deep breath.  

“You were talking about how stunning you’re gonna look at the party-” 

“Flattery will get you nowhere with me, Jaeger.” You tease him, and he feels like the rope around his heart is tightening. You sit back and resume trying to find an appropriate style for your hair even though you know you’ll end up wearing it the same way you do every day, anyway. “Since you were so preoccupied, I guess I can repeat myself. But don’t let it happen again.” 

The way you always playfully ridicule him has his heart stirring in his chest. He puts forth his best effort to really tune in to what you’re saying, but it’s no use. In between shreds and snippets of your remarks, all he can focus on is your goddess-like beauty. You’re ethereal, even when your hair is twisted at all angles from your constant corrections and retries, and your face is scrunched up in anger as you complain, all Eren can compare you to is an angel that lures his head into the clouds and leaves him speechless and astounded. 

He’s —of course — not in love with you, though. 

At least that’s what he’s convinced himself to believe. Friends have this kind of love for each other, right? Especially close friends like the two of you? Eren was sure he’d felt the same way about Armin, he always supported and assisted his friend in feeling confident as often as he could. This wasn’t the same though, was it? He wasn’t helping you feel confident or hyping you up because you felt down, he was mesmerized by a beauty that you were well aware you already had.  

“So, what do you think, Eren?,” you smile innocently at him. "That sound like a promising idea?” 

He blinks at you, totally clueless on your question, but he can’t be caught not paying attention again. “Yeah, yeah, that sounds cool.” 

“Oh really?” You tilt your head. "You think I could jump off a building and land on a mattress? Without injury?” 

“Uh-” 

“I’m glad you have so much faith in me, Eren! I got another question: who’s the lucky girl?” 

This inquiry really catches Eren’s attention. "The who?” 

You roll your eyes and let out a huff. ” Oh, don’t play dumb, ‘Ren. You are obviously thinking about some girl, or guy, or whoever the lucky person is! Who is it? I can keep it a secret. So, c’mon, spill it, lover boy.” 

Eren studies your expression for a minute. Do you know? Are you suspicious of his feelings? Oh, what is he talking about, he has no feelings for you! Nothing romantic, anyway. He tries to swallow the spit building up in his mouth, and it feels like trying to squeeze a rock down his throat. If he has no romantic feelings for you, then why is he so nervous to talk to you about this? 

“It’s,” he starts,” just some girl. I don’t think you know her.” 

You respond immediately, eyes lit up and twinkling and having Eren feeling awestruck. "Is she pretty?” 

Eren can feel his thoughts getting jumbled again as he stares at you. You take note of the way his eyes dart back and forth and think maybe you do know this mystery woman. 

“Jesus, Eren, you look like I’m about to arrest you for murder.” A giggle slips out, you try to stifle it, but the way Eren is acting just has you cracking up. “You must be head over heels for this girl.” 

He cards a hand through his hair, finally finding his words. “Yeah, she’s stunning. Really funny and smart, too. Looking into her eyes makes me feel like I’m gonna throw up.” 

Your nose wrinkles up and you raise an eyebrow at him. “Throw up?” 

He quickly corrects himself. “Yeah, but...I don’t know, not in a bad way, I guess? When I look at her, I just get really nervous, and I can never get my words right or I end up rambling or-” 

“Sounds like you’re in love with her.” 

“I don’t think so, we’re just friends. I just...,” Eren trails off, head lolling back as he stares at the ceiling. He closes his eyes and scrunches up his face, it usually helps him think. How is he gonna put this? How does he make wanting to start a family with someone and live a life with them sound platonic? 

He doesn’t register when you scoot closer to place a hand on his own, not at first. When he does, the warmth of your skin on his feels hot, scorching almost. Like your touch will set fire to his skin and burn him alive. But he doesn’t move a muscle, only listens as you try and help him direct his feelings. 

“Eren, I know you, and I know you must really be infatuated with this girl if — even with your big, fat mouth — you can barely communicate a single coherent thought about her to me.”  

It’s daunting for Eren to confess his feelings for you, even if you don’t know that he’s talking about you. “Maybe you're right. Maybe I do love her.” 

You give him a playful punch in the arm and flop back into the cushions of the couch, your hand still on top of his. You give his hand a gentle squeeze of reassurance. “Duh, of course I’m right. I told you I know you, Eren.” 

He merely smiles at you and moves to sink back into the cushions with you. Not as well as you think. 

[5csbin]

make-out sesh!

taehyun x reader genre: fluff & suggestive warning: hickeys & making out ofc and a bit of grinding

it was so addicting to make out with taehyun, his pretty pink lips always left you in a daze.

it was six months into being taehyuns girlfriend and it was also the first time y’all had ever made out. after it you two just kept on making out everywhere.

his pretty lips on yours and his hands on your waist made you feel butterfly’s in your stomach all over again.

this week was one of the most hectic weeks. exams were going on all week you weren’t able to see much of taehyun.

so once school ended on friday you both decided to chill in your house and watch whatever series came up on netflix.

you two both walk in to the nearest corner store to your house and get whatever snacks you both wanted payed and went on a walk back to your home.

“taehyun!” you giggled as he just got done telling you a bad joke as you walked into your house.

slipping your sneakers off your feet and slipping on your slippers, taehyun following too with some slippers he had already in your house.

“im back!” you yelled making your way through the house. “don’t be so loud.” taehyun hissed from behind you

“no ones home anyways.” you rolled your eyes. “that’s a shame i really like ms.(l/n).”

you turn around and glare at him while he he has a grin on his face. “fine..” you turn around and walk to your bedroom.

“im playing (y/n).” he ran over to you and you both walked into your room, him closing the door behind him. “sure whatever taehyun.”

he dropped his backpack to the ground and made his way to your bed that could almost fit both of you. “ever thought of upgrading into a new bed?” he said jumping in his seat.

“i told you i was getting a new bed next month already.” you said sitting down next to him.

“the remote is right there,” you pointed to your bed stand where many decorations and where the remote was.

taehyun got the remote and turned it on quickly going to netflix. you on the other hand got your knee socks out of your feet since they were killing you from always having them on.

“let’s get comfortable.” he said while making some space so you could lay down next to him. you crawled you way down next to him before laying.

“what do you want to watch?” he asks while roaming around different shows. “i don’t know.. let’s watch something funny.”

he scrolled around for a bit before deciding to watch another episode of the office.

the first three episodes the two of you wouldn’t stop laughing and giggling about how funny it was but soon you got really bored with the show.

you yawn resting on his shoulder. “is it me or is it getting boring?” you said almost in a sleepyish voice.

“noooo! we were getting to the best part!” he whined looking back at you with big puppy eyes pleading you to not fall asleep.

“i don’t care i’m gonna go to sleep.” you shut your eyes waiting for some sleepiness to hit. “cmon!” he groaned shaking your shoulder.

“stop! im trying to sleep.” you mumbled. “then dont!” you didn’t listen and continued to want to sleep.

“if i kiss you will you not sleep?” he whispered in your ear, knowing it would send you chills. your eyes opening back up to see a smirking taehyun in front of you.

“maybe..” you said trying to hide a smile forming on your lips. “uh huh.” you lifted your face from his shoulder, closed your eyes waiting for his lips to connect to yours.

“wait!” you opened your eyes and saw him getting up from the bed making you follow. “what? why’re you standing?” you asked.

“i want to try something.” he said, pulling on your arm and making you get against the wall. your cheeks immediately going red and heart racing.

“are you planning on having sex with-“ “no!” he assured you. “i just want to try yknow making out you while standing.” you hummed, “what made you want to try this?” his ears went red.

“yeonjun hyung told me girls like it when they’re against a wall.” you couldn’t help but laugh at him. “i don’t think he meant making out babe.” you giggled.

“oh.. then never mind.” he was about to walk to the bed when you pulled on his arm making him come closer to you.

“now you left me curious! let’s try it!” you whined. “okay.”

you closed your eyes once again and waited for him lips to connect to yours. and once they did he pushed you further into the wall. one of his hands went to your cheek while the other wrapped with one of your hands.

even if you couldn’t see you knew he was enjoying this. a sigh escape from your lips when one of his legs were in between your legs.

his lips going down to your jaw giving you light kisses till it made its way down your neck to your collarbone.

you moaned out once he started to suck on your collarbone. “it feels so..” you whined. “good?” you nodded frantically. moving your hips a bit on his knee causing friction to to your thighs.

“yes! oh my god..” you melted under him. his lips disconnected from your collar and looked back at you. your face was flushed and it looked like he actually took your breath away.

“let’s stop..” he said moving back to the bed where he was previously laying. “what?” you looked at him confused. “just like that?”

his face went blank as he stared back at your tv. “you won’t fall asleep now right?”

he smirked not even looking back at you.

“b-but you just left me a hickey- i thought you wanted to-“ you came back to your senses and groaned knowing he only did it so you want fall asleep in his favorite part of the show.

“oh okay..” you walked over to your bed and instead of laying next to him you got on top of him.

he froze and shot up, his back hitting the bed frame. “what are you doing?” you shrugged and had a small smile on your lips.

“just shh and enjoy.” he rolled his eyes before relaxing and closing his eyes knowing you’ll probably just want to kiss him again.

you pushed your lips towards him locking lips. his lips tasted like cherry chapstick, there was no way you couldn’t have want more.

you licked his lips before gently biting down on it. a gasp fell from him making you push your tongue inside of his mouth, exploring every bit of his mouth.

pushing your tounge away from his mouth a smirk fell to your face. “you enjoyed that right?” you teased seeing his eyes close and mouth open taking heavy breaths.

but before he could respond you latched your lips to his neck, giving him light kisses sending him chills.

“mmh.” you heard him moan. your lips trailing down to his collarbones where you immediately started to suck on.

your fingers twiddling with the buttons of his uniform plaid shirt having more access to his chest.

“don’t leave too much..” he mumbled. you hummed back continuing to mark him. his hands trailed down to your waist so he could hold onto you better.

your mouth did a popping sound once you were done with one. a big purple bruise on his collar.

moving onto his neck you tried to find his sweet spot and once you found it the grip on your waist tightened.

“fuck don’t stop that.” he groaned making you suck harder on his neck, making sure this specific hickey never faded for a while.

whimpers and gaps fell from his pink lips like if breathing was getting harder from him.

seeing yellow lights pull up to your driveway you knew your parents were home. detaching your lips from his neck you attached them back to his lips.

kissing him with passion as both of your lips moved together. his hands rand up and down your waist as you messingly played with his hair.

hearing footsteps come closer to your door you detached your lips and jumped to the other side like if you were just laying down.

“(y/n) come he- oh taehyun, you’re here?” your mom said after opening the door. “hello ms.(l/n).” taehyun said waving his hand.

your mom looked at the screen then back at you two. “i’ll leave you two alone.” with that the door closed.

almost like you were holding in your breath you sighed. looking at the screen you saw the netflix thing that would always appear.

‘are you still watching?’

looking at taehyun he was already staring at the screen. “do you think she thinks we were doing something else?”

he nodded his head. “most likely.” you groaned and rested your head on his shoulder.

“im going to get the talk for sure when you leave tonight.”

[howisavedtheworld]

how i love you | kuroo tetsuro

genre: fluff again! i cant help myself ok😩 kuroo tetsuro x fem!reader, established relationship i guess

warnings: kuroo being a huge flirt,, some curse words i think, nothing serious honestly just going on a date w kuroo and eating spicy ramen, if u dont like spicy food im srry u do for the sake of this fic LOL <3

a/n: kuroo is a total flirt like he will play it off just to see u get embarrassed GOD i NEED IT,,,right NOW 💳💥✋🏾

wc: a short and sweet 954 :)

“are you sure? you literally hate spicy ramen, tetsu.” your boyfriend’s eyes peek over at you from his menu, glints of determination ever present.

“ugh, i already told you, babe.” he whines. “i’m building my spice tolerance! i’m tired of my tongue only being able to handle sweet things.” his eyebrows wiggle suggestively at you, and you press your lips into a tight line.

“i have no idea what you mean by tha-“

“oh, you have no idea?” his menu falls quickly to the table as he leans towards you in the dimly-lit booth.

you hide your face behind your menu, ignoring his half-witted advances.

“nope. no clue. anyways, i’m thinking of getting the nagoya ra-“

“no, babe, babe. let me explain. basically what i was trying to say is that i really like sweet things.”

“what are you thinking of getting?” you try to evade him. “i know you said you wanted to get something spicy, but maybe you should play it saf-“

“by far my favorite thing to eat, oh, and it’s a really, really sweet thing is p-“ his voice mimics a purr, sending vibrations to your entire body.

“kuroo.” you tilt your menu towards him to make eye contact pleadingly. “we’re in public.”

his face contorts to one of confusion as he scoffs.

you realize that he’s caught you in the web of sexual tension that he built.

“huh? what were you thinking of? i was gonna say pie. apple pie. kenma’s been sharing them with me, and i didn’t even realize how much i liked them!” there’s a playful gleam in his eyes now, and you let out the breath you were holding.

“ohmygod, i hate you.” you groan, lightly smacking his arm with your menu. “i hope your ramen is too spicy and you can’t even finish it.”

he lets out a hearty laugh, and his familiar calloused fingers grasp yours affectionately.

“let’s hope not, cus i really do want this ramen.”

while his words ring true, you have a gut feeling that this will not go in his favor.

your gut feeling is right.

just two orders of piping hot ramen bowls later, kuroo tetsurou is a babbling mess.

his shirt is now stained from the reddish broth, and his lips are plump, embodying a deep shade of pink.

every two seconds, he takes a sharp inhale and he won’t stop begging you for yet another sip of your water.

you indulge him, of course, sliding your glass over to his side of the booth.

“don’t say i didn’t warn you, tetsu.” you shake your head, watching him effortlessly chug down your full glass of ice water.

he places it back down with a satisfied ah! and looks at you, a dribble of water chasing down his chin.

“thanks,” he grins. his smile slowly wipes away as he glances down at his still full and steaming bowl, letting out a few exaggerated whines.

you chuckle, taking a few bites out of yours easily.

he marvels at you, a soft exclamation leaving his lips.

“how the hell do you do that?”

you shrug. “you know i like spicy food, babe.”

“you’re amazing, you know that?”

you roll your eyes, feeling your cheeks heat up at his words. it’s just like tetsuro to make such a bold claim about you doing something as simple as eating ramen.

“i’m serious!” he gapes at you. “i can barely eat this!”

“thanks, babe.” you respond weakly, having never gotten used to the ease with which he finds the things you do worthy of praise. “we just have different spice tolerances. everyone does. don’t feel bad.”

he snorts. “okay, now you’re just pitying me. see how mine was actually sweet? you’re all like,” his voice switches to a mocking tone. “your tongue is sooo underdeveloped but don’t feel bad about your stupid little tastebuds.”

your mouth drops abruptly, and you let out a laugh, shaking your head in disbelief.

“i didn’t even say that!”

“but i could tell, i could decipher what you meant-“

“that’s not what i meant!”

“yeah, okay.” he jokingly grumbles while you let yourself be consumed by your laughter.

it’s just like tetsuro to do things like this as well. to make all of your moments of love be filled with just as much laughter, to remind you that he has so much love for you that it spills into every thing he does. every joke he cracks at you is an attempt to see you smile, every time his fingers clasp in yours, he’s sending a signal. even the time he gets spicy ramen knowing he has no spice tolerance, he does it to feel even closer to you. to let you know that his love exceeds any inkling of uncertainty, that he would hang the moon and stars just to prove it.

“babe, honestly, this water didn’t really help much. do you think i could get a kiss?” his eyes look hopeful towards you, and you smile.

“yeah. tetsu, of course.”

you both lean in, eyes locked on each other until your lips ghost.

you smile again, hand moving to caress his face.

he pushes into you first, lips soft and familiar, and you taste his chapstick, and the aftermath of spicy ramen.

most of all, you can feel the way he loves you.

when he pulls away, he stirs for a second, holding up a finger.

you look at him expectantly, not realizing that he just had to let out a hefty burp.

“kuroo!” you pull away, waving away the scent of spicy ramen and egg. “why in my face?”

“sorry, babe. it’s how you know i love you.”

you will always be sure of that.

[neomanateefromexiletribe]

summer confessions

Leviathan x Gender Neutral MC

Fluff, Love Confessions, Making Out

Warnings: MC having a hard time loving their body/some self-esteem issues

Today, you're going to the beach with Leviathan, and things get interesting.

“The beach, Levi, the beach!” you cheer, tugging on the demon’s sleeve.

“I know! I’m so excited too!” Levi answers, not minding the sudden proximity. “Oh, look at that, this part of the beach is pretty much empty, we’re so lucky!”

“Let’s settle somewhere,” you giggle, this time taking Leviathan’s hand in yours and leading him further on the sand.

Once you’re reached a spot in the middle of the beach, you let go and get your towel to lie it flat on the sand. You look up at Leviathan, surprised he hasn’t moved at all ever since you let go of his hand, and you notice his cheeks are strawberry red.

It’s funny because it looks like he got sunburned when really, he’s just embarrassed. Smiling because you think he’s so cute, you pat his thigh gently.

“Levi, sit down with me,” you tell him, beaming at him.

“Ah! Yes!!” he answers, covering his face with his hand to hide the obvious redness on his cheeks.

Once he’s sitting besides you, you take his arm once again and rest your head on his shoulder. You give his arm a gentle squeeze, and hold back a fit of giggles as you feel him stiffen.

“I’m so happy to be at the beach with you,” you tell him, “it’s gonna be such a great day.”

Levi nods, visibly unable to come up with a properly worded answer for the time being. But you don’t mind, this is how he is and you wouldn’t have him another way.

There’s a short silence as you two stare at the waves crashing on the shore, and you feel like teasing him once again.

“I’m gonna be honest with you, when I told you I really wanted to go to the beach I expected you to tell me “this is such a normie activity and I can’t believe you’d mention it in front of me!”, not “I know a good spot”.

“Hey!” Levi protests, sounding offended, “I don’t sound like that!”

“You totally do,” you counter, shaking your head, “that said, it’s thanks to you we came to this pretty beach for our date, so it all works out!”

Levi’s face goes through at least five different emotions before he can manage a strangled “date?!”. You look at him innocently.

“Of course we’re on a date. Did it not occur to you?” you tell him.

“B-but why would you go on a date with me?” Levi screeches.

“C’mon, Levi, we always do gaming dates and anime dates, today’s just a bit different because we’re outside for once,” you elaborate.

Levi looks this close to passing out, as though he really hadn’t realized the reason you kept spending all of your free time with him was because you genuinely wanted to be in his company.

“There’s no way,” Levi blurts out, running a nervous hand through his hair and avoiding your eyes, “there’s no way all of the times you came over in my room were for dates…?!”

“You hadn’t realized, huh,” you say.

You can’t say that you feel disappointed, because you’ve very much aware of Levi’s self-esteem issues. But well, cat’s out of the bag now, so you might as well clear things up right now.

“Of course I hadn’t!” Levi replies, glancing at you nervously, “I thought you were just being friendly, because who would want to date someone as gross as me?”

“You’re wrong about both things,” you counter, “I did come over because I wanted to become closer friends and also because I developed feelings for you, so technically I was indeed being friendly. Also, you’re not gross! You’re very handsome and fun, and on top of that, I could listen to you talk about your interests for hours.”

Levi lets out a high-pitched whine, and he sends you a glare. You blink in confusion, until he speaks up and clears things up for you.

“You’d better not be pranking me or else I’ll have to feed you to Lotan,” he warns.

“Oh Levi,” you sigh in amusement, “I would never ever prank you about loving you.”

That said, you shuffle until you’re on your knees between Leviathan’s legs. Putting both hands on his thighs for support, you lean into him to kiss him on the lips, catching his pretty mouth against yours. Leviathan stiffens once again, and when you pull away, he’s the reddest he’s ever been around you before.

“What. The. What. You?!” he asks.

“Let me repeat so that you understand,” you wink at him before kissing him again.

His lips feel so warm against yours, and they’re so, so soft. You know Levi likes to be clean and takes care of his skin – and he’s blessed with a fair skin to begin with, so it’s not like he needs a lot of products or anything like that for his skincare routine.

You’ve always assumed his lips must be soft because of the chapstick he constantly applies, and you’re delighted to find out that he tastes even better than in your dreams.

You go as far as to lick Levi’s lips, dragging your tongue against his bottom lip slowly. You pull away again, and Levi looks dazed. His eyes are completely unfocused and he’s panting although your kiss wasn’t even that deep. He looks both cute and sexy, which in return makes your heart race like crazy.

“Did you really kiss me twice?” Levi asks, blinking slowly.

“I can kiss you a third time and more, if you liked it,” you grin.

“Let me do it,” Levi says.

He gently pulls you into his arms and initiates the kiss this time. You wrap your arms around his neck and press your mouth against his, feeling in heaven – which is quite ironic given Leviathan’s background, but anyway.

The way he’s kissing you is so soft, lips tenderly moving against yours and tongue shyly caressing your own. He tastes like the sweets you ate together earlier, plus a hint of mint, which is overall a very pleasant combination. On top of everything, his body is nicely warm, so it’s very comfortable to be in his arms.

“Can we try something?” Levi asks after you’ve pulled away to breathe.

“Yes? What is it?” you ask him.

“Could you lie on top of me?” he says, his voice barely louder than a whisper, “I’d really like that.”

“Sure,” you smile at Levi, “I hope you know I’d never say no to cuddling with you,” you add before kissing him on the cheek.

“I’ll just, ahem, unzip my shirt because I’m starting to feel hot, if you don’t mind,” Levi adds, and you nod, understanding.

You can’t help but watch as Levi does unzip his shirt, revealing his pale skin underneath. He looks very pretty in your eyes, and you let him know your thoughts. He blushes, as expected, and looks away.

“Compared to the others, I’m--”

“You’re perfect,” you cut him off, pushing a finger against his lips to prevent him from uttering another word. “Per-fect,” you repeat.

“That’s not true,” Levi shakes his head, gently taking your hand off his mouth.

“It is and I’ll say it a thousand more times if that’s what it takes to make you believe it,” you counter immediately.

You hug him, tucking your face in his neck, and you squeeze him in your arms.

“I love you, so any time you’ll feel tempted to say something to put yourself down, I’ll be here to cheer on you, okay?” you whisper, squeezing him even tighter.

“O-okay,” Levi finally admits defeat.

He lies down on his back after you let go of him, and you waste no time climbing on top of him like he asked you to. You proceed to lie down too, and when your faces end up really close, you can’t help but giggle.

“You’re so pretty, Levi,” you tell him as you run your hand through his hair, “my pretty Levi.”

“I’m going to faint before the day ends,” Levi laments, blushing all the way to his ears, “please don’t overdo it, I’m sensitive.”

“But I love complimenting you,” you pout, “I can’t help it, that’s how I show my love.”

“I’d feel less embarrassed if you kissed me,” Levi says, and the blush now spreading to his chest seems to indicate the opposite of his words, but hey, who are you to deny his request?

For a while, it’s just you two kissing and caressing each other, and you feel overwhelmed with how much love you feel for Leviathan. He’s being so gentle yet eager, and you simply adore how passionate he is when it comes to kissing you.

As you take a break, he asks whether you’d feel comfortable with switching positions. While the thought of being under the demon makes you feel warm and fuzzy, you accept in a small voice because you really want it. You bring Levi closer to you as he kisses you once again, and this time you start exploring his chest revealed by his opened shirt.

His skin is warm and sensitive, and you can’t deny that pride fills up your chest at the thought that your actions are making Levi squirm in pleasure. You’re not even trying to go too far, but it’s obvious he’s loving the attention, not used to being so touched.

However, you do freeze as Levi slips a hand under your tee-shirt. You jolt in surprise, and he feels it. He immediately gets off you, and starts apologizing. You sit up and tell him to calm down, and once he’s stopped babbling words of apology, he asks you if you’re okay.

“I should’ve asked before touching you, I’m really sorry,” Levi says, biting his lower lip.

“It’s okay, after all I was touching you too so it’s only normal you assumed you could do the same. I just… oh, you’re going to think I’m ridiculous.”

Levi tilts his head at your words, taken aback that you don’t seem so confident all of a sudden.

“What is it?” he says, taking one of your hands in his.

You take a deep breath, but can’t bring yourself to make eye contact as you speak up.

“I don’t feel confident in my body at all,” you blurt out, and it seems like a weight is being lifted off your shoulder as you keep going. “I know it might sound hypocritical because I told you you looked so good and that I loved you for who you are, but I don’t… quite love myself like that.”

There’s a silence, and Leviathan squeezes your hand.

“I understand how you feel,” he says, “I really do. If that’s any comfort, in my eyes you’re the prettiest and most perfect person I know, so even if you don’t love your body, I can love it for you. And, um, well, who knows? Maybe if we keep complimenting each other, loving ourselves will be easier!”

Levi’s words go straight to your heart, and you throw yourself at him for a tight hug.

“Thank you so much Levi, you’re the best,” you tell him, holding back your tears.

“Anything for my Henry!” he dramatically declares, making you laugh.

You look up at him and he leans down to kiss you. You close your eyes, appreciating how much love he’s pouring into the kiss, and when he breaks away, you’re smiling.

“Okay, there’s so much we can do today!” Leviathan cheers, “we can do sand sculptures, and swim of course, and there’s a nice restaurant nearby too so that’s where we’ll go for lunch! And then we can also rest and cuddle,” he concludes, flushing as he utters the last word.

“Sounds perfect,” you say, beaming, “let’s go swim first!”

He gets up first and pulls you up, and you tip-toe to steal a kiss from his lips.

“Last one’s in the water’s a loser!” you scream before taking off.

“Hey, come back, you cheated! Come back!”

Once Levi catches up to you in the water and starts mercilessly tickling you, you lean further into him, laughing loudly. You really have the best partner in all three worlds.

[honeymoonjin]

Part Three

A/N: this contains sexually explicit content: rough sex, blowjobs, deep-throating, unprotected sex, dirty talk and degradation, dom!Namjoon, sub!reader, sub!Jimin, oral (f receiving), threesome. Also contains cursing. Dedicated to the dream team @jeonau and @jamaisjoons

genre: sex demon!reader, crossroads demon!namjoon, human!jimin || word count: 5.4k

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“Y/n, are you good? Y/n? Y/n!”

You snap out of your sixth sense and back into the room. Jungkook has already dashed across the living room and into the foyer, and you hear the low tones of Yoongi’s voice. Fuck.

With wide eyes, you rip your hand from Jimin’s trouser pocket and latch onto his wrist, tugging him with ease back the way you came.

“Wha- Are you okay?”

Your heart is thudding. He’s coming closer. “Come on, Jimin, let’s make out in the hallway.”

His eyes widen comically, and if you weren’t so distressed you might have enjoyed the shock on his face. Hoseok frowns at the pair of you, but you could care less about him right now. You pull Jimin harder, until he’s stumbling along with you and entering the dim hallway.

“Should I put chapstick on?” Jimin’s pink tongue darts out to frantically wet his lips, swallowing down his nerves.

“I’m not actually going to kiss you, you idiot. I needed to leave the room. Yoongi’s my ex. How the fuck do you know him?”

Jimin’s tongue pauses, and he sheepishly draws it back into his mouth, eyebrows knitted with confusion. “Wait, you… you dated hyung? Do succubuses-”

“-succubae.”

“-do succubae date humans?”

Your frantic worry is shattered suddenly, so caught-off guard that you feel yourself calming down again. “You don’t know?”

You can hear Yoongi joking around with the others, less than fifteen feet away. He used to sound that carefree with you, once. Jimin’s eyes run over your face in worry. “Look, we knew he was dating someone, but he never gave us a name. He never really talked about you at all.”

An unresolved well of bitterness rises up inside you, and you open your mouth, ready to break Jimin’s heart. That his friend, his hyung, was borne from the same sinful flesh as you. That his time on Earth as a human was more disgusting and evil than sweet Jimin could have ever conceived.

Jimin’s face is brought in close to yours as he stage-whispers, a hand subconsciously coming up to cup your elbow. “Does he know you’re a demon?” He sits back up. “Oh god, who even cares about that? He’s gonna hate me! I’m dating his ex!” He whines miserably, tugging at the neck of his sweater. “I’m so sorry, Y/n, if I had known I would have never… I’m sorry.”

Your heart breaks, just a little. You close your mouth in resignation. You can’t do that to him. Maybe this is only the second time you’ve spent time with him, but his soul is the brightest you’ve seen. You couldn’t bear to dirty it with feelings of betrayal about his hyung.

Instead, you shake your head slowly. “Yoongi doesn’t know what I am. Please don’t bring it up, to anyone. I promise I’ll try to act civil. For you.”

His cheeks pinken a little and his head ducks down. “Can we, uh… Can we go back out to my friends now? You know, unless you actually want to make out in the hallway, I’m certainly not opposed to-”

With a fond smile, one your face hasn’t worn for decades, you lean in and plant the lightest kiss across his pillowed lips. “Maybe another time,” you promise.

His voice is so soft you wouldn’t have heard it were you not mere inches away from him. “Okay.” He cracks a shy smile, and your heart breaks a little again.

It’s only upon re-entering the living room that you realise that charade was in vein. Yoongi looks up when Hoseok calls out to introduce you, and there isn’t the slightest quiver of shock on his face. Of fucking course. The demon with the gift of foresight wouldn’t be surprised by your presence. He would’ve known it was coming.

Instead, he simply sends you a sarcastic sneer and says, “You’ve moved on to bigger and brighter things, huh?”

Hoseok, still standing in front of the couches with his arms splayed wide in greeting, falters. “Oh. You two already know each other? Small world, huh?” He sits down, tucking his legs up under him comfortably with a cheery smile that is quickly wiped away by Yoongi’s next words.

“This is the girl that broke my heart.”

Your grip on Jimin’s fingers tightens. You hadn’t even realised you were still holding his hand. “It’s good to see you again, Yoongi. Let’s not bring up the past, yeah? I’m with Jimin now.”

“Bet he doesn’t fuck you like I do.”

Jungkook snorts in surprise but composes himself quickly. “Actually, Yoongi-hyung, you can feel free to have sex with her if you wish because the two of them are in an open relationship.”

Jimin splutters as Hoseok sits forward on the edge of the couch, arms waving. “Woah, woah, let’s keep this PG, guys. No need to bring out the big guns. I think that whole….situation should be resolved in private.”

Yoongi isn’t listening to him. His eyes are still narrowed on you, lips twitching downwards as he realises what Jungkook is saying. “You conniving bitch.”

You send him a warning gaze, shaking your head slightly. Jimin mistakes it as you being offended and wraps his arms around your torso, planting his head on your shoulder. “Don’t talk about my girlfriend, hyung, or you can leave!”

A scoff forces its way up Yoongi’s throat. He opens his mouth with a scowl, ready to retort, but suddenly stiffens upright, eyes flickering, muscles in his cheek twitching.

“Don’t worry,” Jungkook mutters to you with a hand to his mouth, “he does this sometimes. I think it might be Tourette’s.”

You knew better. He was seeing into the future. In just a moment, his eyes clear again and he glances towards the door. “The others are here.”

Like clockwork, a knock sounds the moment Yoongi closes his mouth. Hoseok laughs and shakes his head in wonder. “Man, you’re always so good at that. We should get you to give us this week’s lottery numbers.” He turns to you as he gets up to answer the door, quirking his eyebrows. “This guy’s the luckiest son of a bitch I know.”

Yoongi’s eyes are trained on the point where Jimin’s chin rests on your bare shoulder. Letting out an unconvinced hum, his gaze lingers a moment longer, then drops to the floor.

“God, the drive up was a nightmare, you wouldn’t believe.”

A chill runs down your spine at the familiar voice. You can’t help but let out a disbelieving laugh as Hoseok greets the man. “Are you serious, dude? You can’t even drive!”

This time you do get the reward of a shocked reaction. Kim Namjoon takes one look at you, wrapped up in Jimin’s arms, and his mouth falls open. A broad-shouldered man behind him bumps into Namjoon’s back, muttering in annoyance, and a final young man joins the group.

The two strangers make themselves at home. In the back of your mind, you take note of Jungkook and Jimin introducing you, but your focus hasn’t left Namjoon. A crossroads demon, he has a sixth sense for sensing people’s wants, and often that lines up with their goals. He knows what you’re doing here, with Jimin. You can feel those firm prods deep in your mind as he roots around deeper, jaw tensing and eyebrow lifting.

“Hyung, you didn’t have to dress up so much! What are you doing, selling houses? Anyway, meet Y/n, Jimin’s girlfriend. They’re super in love but they love to fuck other people.”

“Shut up, Jungkook!” Jimin buries his head in the crook of your neck. You can feel the warmth of his blush on your skin. If you were a human, you’d probably be embarrassed too, but instead you tune out as the conversation hastily moves into safer territory.

You can feel Namjoon’s unimpressed gaze on you. A sudden urge rises up within you, an ugly, violent need to show Yoongi and Namjoon that you don’t care what they think. A fuck them for ganging up on you, and a fuck Namjoon for always taking Yoongi’s side.

You slip your fingers between Jimin’s cheek and your shoulder, lifting him up to face you. His eyes are slightly glazed over; you imagine it’s from the intoxicating pheromones all sex demons naturally secreted. You smile softly, lick your already-plump lips, and capture his in a bruising kiss.

He lets out an audible whimper, though it’s smothered by your mouth as you envelop him, letting the people uncomfortably chatting in the living room fade out of your awareness. Fuck, but he’s such a good kisser. You can tell he doesn’t even know it, doesn’t even realise the way your jaded heart skips a beat when his tongue swipes against yours, or the way he’s so pliant under you, melting into your embrace.

Once you pull back, you feel short of breath, and Jimin’s gasping in shallow breaths too. His eyes, when they finally crack open, are hazy and blown wide with desire. He licks his lips, cleaning them of the glossy layer of saliva you’ve incidentally left, then swallows. The erotic sight on the innocent boy twists something deep inside you.

You’re struck by how beautiful he looks, curled up into you, lips swollen and hair slightly dishevelled. You miss the feeling of him kissing you; you bite your lip to stop yourself from leaning in again. Something strange is blooming inside you. You feel yourself almost shivering slightly, like your nerves are connected to live wires.

“Uh… let’s put on a movie. What do you guys want to watch?”

You turn your head back to the group to see a sea of faces staring at you two in disbelief, bar Hoseok who’s crouched in front of the television with a remote.

You stand up abruptly, jostling Jimin from his seat. “I’m not feeling well, I think I’m going to go lie down. Thank you for your warm hospitality.” With that, you leave, not paying attention to the hurried set of footsteps that follow.

In the furthest bedroom you can find, you kick at the side of the mattress angrily and let out a frustrated cry through clenched teeth.

“Woah, Y/n, what’s going on? I can ask Yoongi to leave if you need…?”

“It’s not even about Yoongi,” you spit, though you must admit that’s not entirely true. “It’s…” You turn to look at Jimin’s defeated posture, the way he scratches under the hem of his neckline, a nervous habit that endears you every time. God, what were you saying? Endearing? You must be getting sick or something. Perhaps… “I just need to feed,” you announce, willing yourself to believe it.

Jimin deflates for a moment, before shaking his head at himself and huffing a breath. “Oh, okay then. We could probably do it here, then? The boys are playing a movie now and we’re pretty far from the living room.”

You open your mouth to retort, but quickly close it. You’d probably benefit from varying up your diet a little, especially if kissing Jimin was what gave you that strange fluttering in your chest, but you can’t turn up the chance to devour the delicious sexual energy that emanated off him in waves last time you had him. “Fine,” you say shortly, “but this isn’t like the first time. I’m not here for a gourmet meal, I just need a quick pick-me-up, so don’t expect me to make it nice for you.”

The slightest pout emerges on his lips. “Y- Okay. Sure. It’s not like we’re actually dating, I guess.” His eyebrows knit and you can tell the words on the tip of his tongue are paining him. “Would it be better if…if I got one of the guys to come down?”

“Knock knock.”

Your head snaps to the doorway, where Namjoon is leaning languidly against the jamb. He has a sheepish look on, one you’ve never seen the demon wear before, and you realise he’s play-acting. “This is a private moment, Namjoon.”

Jimin whirls around, surprised, but quickly rushes over, giving you a questioning glance. “Hey, hyung, you’re not seeing anyone, right?”

Your old friend has a gentle smile on his face, dimple poking out, but you can see the age-old demon knows exactly what he’s doing. “Single and ready to mingle, haha!”

How Jimin doesn’t recognise the fake laugh is beyond you, but he seems more than happy to pull Namjoon into the room by grabbing onto his wrist with both hands. “Because Y/n and I are wanting a…. a three- threesome,” he stammers, cheeks delightfully pink. “If you’d like to join.”

A shark-like gleam in his eyes, marketed to Jimin as uncertainty. “Are you sure, Jiminie? I would hate to intrude…”

“She’d love it,” Jimin blurts, a little louder than needed. Scratching the back of his neck, he looks back at you again. “I just need to go get a drink and I’ll be right back. Don’t start without me!” He wags a playful finger, then thinks better of it and scurries out with an embarrassed huff.

The moment the human is out of earshot, a hand latches around your throat, lifting you up effortlessly until your toes barely graze the lush carpet. Breathing isn’t required for your continued existence, but the act of dominance and discipline isn’t lost on you. Namjoon holds you there, staring up at you with a disapproving glare. “So this is what you’ve been turning to? The scum of the earth got too boring so now you’re defiling good people?”

You grimace and tilt your head back, trying to ease the pressure off your vocal tract. “Coming from you, you sleazy businessman,” you spit through clenched teeth, “we’re demons, Namjoon. Grow up.”

Suddenly you’re falling harshly, tossed onto the bed like a puppet, bouncing on the mattress. Namjoon sits on the bed and straddles you, hips heavy where they pin you down. “These are my friends,” he hisses. “Something you wouldn’t understand.”

“Oh, so I’m not? We used to do everything together, Joon. What happened?”

His eyes flicker at the nickname, but he steels himself and plants a palm beside your head, leaning down so his face is right above yours. “You know what. I’m still your friend, Y/n…or, at least, I want to be, but you need to leave. You’re not welcome here.”

“I’m here to feed, Namjoon, and you’re not going to stop me. Jimin made a deal, and I intend to get my end of the bargain. That’s something you should understand.”

A wave of resignation comes across his face. “Fine,” he says after a pensive pause, “if I can’t tell you not to feed, I guess I’ll just have to make sure you don’t.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Uh, guys? I thought we were gonna wait for all three of us to… Never mind.”

Past Namjoon’s shoulder you can see Jimin hovering awkwardly in the doorway. You sit up to try and break Namjoon’s hold but he shoves you back down, twisting around to face Jimin. “Ah, Jiminie, I apologise. I got a little carried away. Come join us.”

You narrow your eyes meaningfully at Jimin as he sits beside you, cross-legged on the mattress, but he just gives you a thumbs-up and a soft smile. Poor kid probably thought he was doing you a favour.

A light bulb goes off in your head and your mouth drops open, head falling back against the pillows. Unless you exposed that Jimin’s hyung was a demon, Jimin would be willing to let Namjoon have you, thinking that you were feeding. And Namjoon, who didn’t want you sucking the sexual energy from his friends, was going to use that to his advantage.

The demon chuckles as understanding washes across your features, grinding his hips into your crotch teasingly. He reaches over to Jimin and ruffles his soft blonde hair fondly. “She’s your girlfriend, bro. What’s she into?”

You could roll your eyes. You had told Namjoon about your newest human conquest less than a full day ago. He would’ve known that you’d only slept together once. That slimy bastard.

Jimin fiddles with a loose thread on the cuff of his sweater, giggling nervously. “Oh, uh, just whatever. Anything is fine.”

Namjoon hums in response, rubbing his crotch against you once more. You can’t help but let out a short groan, barely audible, but the room is quiet enough that both parties hear it. You can feel the cool air on your hips from where the baggy yellow sweater has risen up past your shorts, and you know your nipples are peaking under the fuzzy fabric. Curse your body always being ready for sex.

“Why don’t you make out with her, Jiminie? So the two of you can get comfortable.”

The tip of your tongue automatically pokes out to wet your lips and you reach a hand up, snaking it around his neck to pull him down to you. Namjoon’s weight lifts off your hips, the bedsprings creaking, but you ignore it, feeling relief at finally reconnecting with the young human. Were you just hungry, or was the energy from kissing alone starting to light up your insides?

Either way, your neck muscles strain as you lift your head up off the pillow, eager to deepen the kiss even more. Jimin kisses much like he acts, gentle and tentative yet every movement is meaningful and intimate. Slowly, a hand rests on your chest, just below your breasts, fingers clutching at the fabric like he’s unsure what to do. You reach down with your free hand and push it higher, until he’s cupping one, kneading the flesh as he melts into the bruising kiss. You sigh into his mouth when his thumb swipes lightly across your bud, wishing the sweater wasn’t in the way.

Just as you were beginning to forget about the third party, you’re jerked away from Jimin’s lips as your entire body is tugged down the bed. You glance down with a glare. Namjoon’s removed your shorts and panties, doing it rougher than was probably necessary.

“Whoops,” he jibes, before parting your thighs with two strong palms and diving down.

As much as you try, your anger dissipates the moment his tongue drags over your clit. You groan and tip your head back. “Jimin,” you whine, making grabby hands towards him, “come back here.”

His cheeks pinken as he crawls down the bed, some of the anxious energy clearly calming down as he doesn’t hesitate to grab at the hem of your sweater, lifting it up and over your head far gentler than Namjoon did with your pants.

Namjoon’s tongue is sinful between your legs, and it’s with great reluctance that you let your eyes fall closed, unable to hold them open any longer. Jimin takes advantage of your pleasure-parted lips, and slips his tongue in, licking at the roof of your mouth, somehow incidentally matching the pace of Namjoon’s tongue below.

It’s been a long time, over two years, since you’ve had sex with a demon, and you’ve forgotten how potent it is. You begin letting out little sighs and pleasured whimpers into Jimin’s mouth as the deft movements bring you to that edge, rutting your hips against Namjoon’s face to chase that orgasm.

Jimin, like he’s forgotten until now that your chest is bare, suddenly tweaks your nipple and tugs on it a little, and you’re gone. You cry out Jimin’s name shakily as you cum, arching your chest into his hand. The warmth between your thighs disappears when Namjoon sits up, and you only get to bask in the afterglow for a moment before you’re writhing hopelessly against the sheets again. While certainly enjoyable, that did nothing to sate your hunger, and by the cum-slicked grin on Namjoon’s face, he knows it too.

You glare at him and sit yourself up, facing Jimin. “He can go now,” you say, “I wanna fu-”

“But he hasn’t,” Jimin widens his eyes meaningfully and bobs his head instead of saying the word itself, “…yet. Don’t you want to, uh, have sex with him properly?”

You sigh out in resignation, resting your forearms on his shoulders and linking your hands behind his neck. “Okay, sure, but let me fuck you first.”

His eyebrows raise in surprise, but you can feel the sudden peak in his desire, your sixth sense honing in on his mental image of fucking you. You bite your lip. If you looked down at his crotch now, you have no doubt he’d be hard.

“Oh, come on,” a sickly sweet voice calls from behind you, “you’re gonna leave me hanging like that? Jimin, I’m sure you’ve had her a million times, can’t I have her just this once? Y/n, I thought this was what you wanted?”

You tighten your grip, pulling Jimin closer protectively. “After I have Jimin.”

“Of course, we can’t forget our Jiminie,” Namjoon says, a large palm sliding up your bare back, making you shiver. “Has she given you a blowjob before, Jiminie? Surely she has.”

Jimin shakes his head slowly, eyes wide and throat bobbing as he swallows hard. Another peak of desire. “No, we haven’t, um, got around to that yet.”

“Wouldn’t it be so hot if I fucked her while she sucked you off? Like on those porn videos you watch.”

Jimin laughs uncomfortably when Namjoon brings up the porn, but his pupils are dilated and one of his hands dips down to rub at his crotch over the skinny jeans he wears. You finally relax. Maybe Namjoon, like almost every demon you knew, thought that succubae fed off penetrative sex exclusively, rather than just the human orgasm. That was fine, you could work with that. And you couldn’t deny the thought of tasting Jimin was a delightful one.

“Get undressed for us, Jiminie. The quicker you do it, the more time you get that pretty mouth on your cock.” Namjoon’s voice echoes right beside your ear, and you gasp when he nips harshly on your lobe, tugging it with his teeth, your eyes fluttering closed at the sensation.

Jimin hops off the bed to take off his clothes quicker, jumping around on one foot as he fought with the clinging fabric of his skinny jeans. You miss the sight of him stripping for you, however, as Namjoon grabs your waist and lifts you up, manhandling you so that you sit on all fours, your hips jerking when a hand slips unceremoniously through your folds to collect some of your abundant wetness.

You hear the sound of Namjoon lubing himself up with your juices; you don’t recall him undressing, but his thighs are bare when they press up against your ass as he lines himself up.

Your head falls down, back arching automatically in anticipation. In front of you, Jimin’s voice comes from far away, clearly still rushing to undress. “Woah, hyung, you’re kinda… Um. Don’t you think you should get her ready first?”

Namjoon’s hand palms the flesh of your ass, spreading your thighs further with a knee. “She’ll take me.”

Your arms give out when he forces his cock into you with one unforgiving thrust, and you collapse onto your elbows with a strangled groan.

“What the fuck, Namjoon? She’s not some sex doll, treat my girlfriend with a little respect or you can leave.”

You grin into the sheets, letting out a satisfied hum at the sound of your human defending you. Namjoon pulls out the slightest bit and rams his hips forward again, driving deeper into you. It pushes another moan out of you, and you sink further into the mattress.

“See?” Namjoon asks rhetorically. “She likes it. Probably wants to fuck other guys because you’re not giving her what she needs, huh? A girl like her is…always hungry.” The double meaning isn’t lost on you. You whine and stretch out your arm, reaching for Jimin. “Oh, look at that. Filled to the brim and she still wants more. What are you waiting for, Jiminie? Make her choke on it.”

Once you push yourself back up and crack open your eyes to stare blearily at Jimin, his lust rockets so high you can almost taste it. But you’d rather taste him directly instead. He approaches the bed, dick bobbing in the air, and your mouth waters.

Not only have you had nothing to eat since the last time you enjoyed him, you think his cock is perhaps the prettiest you’ve seen.

There’s not much room on the bed in front of you, so Namjoon snakes a hand over your breasts and lifts your chest up, shuffling backwards with you firmly impaled on him. You groan again, feeling him deeper than any human you’ve ever slept with. Once there’s enough room for Jimin to get on, and he sits up on his knees, absentmindedly thumbing at the head, Namjoon lets go of you, and you squeak as you fall back down, catching yourself with your hands just before your chin smacks the mattress.

Without a moment to lose, you wrap a hand around Jimin’s thigh to grab at his ass, revelling in the way he sighs softly when you palm the flesh. His hips jut forward, hand on your shoulder to steady himself, and you lower your mouth to him without ceremony, too needy to even consider teasing him.

Suckling at the tip, you lift your eyes up to watch Jimin’s reactions, the way he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth to try and keep quiet, fingers tightening on your shoulder.

Before you can prepare yourself, Namjoon pulls out of you suddenly and drives back into you, shoving you forward on Jimin’s cock until it’s hitting the back of your throat. As a succubus, you’re well aware of how to disengage your gag reflex, but you’re so caught off-guard that you splutter around him, eyes tearing up.

Jimin’s mouth falls open and the most sinful moan slips out, pelvis muscles clenching. You try to slurp up some of the drool that threatens to leak out the sides of your mouth, but Jimin just shudders violently at the suction.

You pull off him with an audible pop, a string of spit still joining your bottom lip to his reddened head. “Wait, you haven’t ever had a blowjob before, have you?”

The human uses the hand not holding himself up to cover his face, voice whiny. “You already knew that,” he protests. “Don’t make fun of me.”

You shake your head immediately, grateful that Namjoon has at least stilled his hips, still buried inside you. “No, baby,” you soothe, “that’s a good thing.” That was one thing humanity had gotten wrong about virginity. It wasn’t a one-and-done affair, every human had an endless list of virginities; every sexual act was its own corruption on the soul. You had known acquaintances that had fed well off a single soul for years, because they’d been willing to try something new in bed every time. You slide your hand up and down his throbbing cock a few times to keep him moaning so prettily for you. “Let me make you feel good.”

He nods shakily, whimpering low in his throat when your mouth descends on him again, this time breathing through your nose so you can take him properly. There’s a sweet tang to him, something you’ve never tasted on a human before, on anyone before, and you can’t help but swipe your tongue over his slit, lapping up the precum before beginning a steady bob.

Namjoon takes his chance to begin thrusting again, and before you can really get used to the feeling of him stretching your walls, he’s picked up a brutal pace. You cling onto Jimin for dear life as you suck him off, moaning around his cock as Namjoon hits places inside you that make your toes curl.

“That’s right,” the older demon snarls through deep groans of effort, “you greedy fucking slut. You desperate whore. You selfish bitch.”

You whimper and try to reach a hand back, pushing at Namjoon’s lower abdomen, but he’s stronger than you, and continues to fuck you mercilessly. You wait for Jimin to defend you since your mouth is full, but he’s too far gone, panting and moaning in a melodic high pitch, running his fingers through your hair. You can’t help but feel like Namjoon’s words are more than just dirty talk, and with every drag against your g-spot, you begin to realise just how protective he is over these friends. But why? It wasn’t jealousy, because he didn’t even need their sexual energy like you did.

The thought is quickly dropped from your mind as you hear Jimin babbling hopelessly above you. “Fuck, gonna- ahh, I think I’m close, you’re so good, Y/n, so good-”

You double your efforts, reaching down to cup his balls, gently rolling them between your fingers, tongue flicking along the vein on the underside of his cock with every bob. Suddenly you wince as his hand is ripped away from the back of your head, tugging some hairs out along the way, and a hand is wrapping around your throat, pulling you off Jimin’s cock, and up against Namjoon’s hard chest.

He holds you there, powerful thighs still working to thrust up into you, hitting new pleasurable spots with the change in angle.

Jimin pouts as his orgasm is taken away from him, rubbing his thumbs over his nipples as his cock twitches. “Hyung, why-?”

“Jerk off,” Namjoon instructs harshly. “Cum on her tits, Jiminie.”

“No,” you moan lowly, as Namjoon pulls sob after pleasured sob from your body. He knew. That whole time, he let you think you were going to feed after all only to take it from you. “Jiminie, I’ll jerk you off, c’mere.”

The poor human looks completely lost as he holds his dick at the base, unsure who he should listen to. You reach out your hand for him, fingertips so close to his dripping cock, if only you could get closer.

“Fuck!” Namjoon huffs. You whimper when he suddenly pulls out of you, leaving you clenching around an uncomfortable void. With impatiently rough hands, he pushes you down on the bed face-first, gathering your wrists together so that he can pin them both on the small of your back with one large hand, and press your head into the mattress with the other.

You’re so wet that he slips back into you easily, and you let out a garbled moan. You can’t do anything but take his cock, listening to Jimin’s desperate whines and slicked hand as he jerks himself off, about to waste a perfectly good meal, none the wiser.

You struggle beneath Namjoon with a cry, but you can’t deny that stirring of pleasure inside you building steadily, ready to burst.

“Sorry, Jiminie,” Namjoon huffs, “you’ll just have to cum on her back. Are you close, baby boy?”

Jimin lets out a cry at the nickname and you growl into the sheets. Jimin was your baby boy. “So close, hyung, can I- I- I need to cum, please.”

“Cum for me.”

You know the instruction is for Jimin, but you can’t help but fall apart on Namjoon’s cock at those words, sent into a powerful orgasm. Hot streaks rain down on the skin between your shoulder blades, and more spills inside you as you convulse underneath Namjoon. He holds you down until he’s spent, and when he pulls out of you, you feel a trickle run down onto the sheets.

“Come on, Jiminie,” he says in a light tone, as if the past half hour or so didn’t happen, “let’s get you cleaned up before you go back out. I don’t think Hobi-hyung would appreciate cumstains on the couch.”

The human giggles cutely and you hear him padding across the room, slipping into the adjoining bathroom you had barely took note of on the way in.

Your arms flop to either side of you when he lets them go. You whimper as Namjoon slaps your ass warningly before getting off the bed himself, the hand on your head gripping a handful of hair and lifting your face up to meet his fiery glare.

“Don’t fuck with my friends,” he spits. Letting your head go roughly, he leaves you lying there, only pausing when his voice is far enough away to be coming from the doorway. “And don’t fuck my friends.”

With that, he’s gone, and you lie on the bed, exhausted yet completely unsatiated.

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tagged: @beach-bitch-bitch-beach

[symphonic--chaos]

Always By Your Side

A little Marqueliot fic I wrote about the trio that should have had more time together because they’re angels. Margo’s got ice magic up in this bitch.

"Quentin, no!" Margo's words echoed through the clearing, desperation too late over Eliot's yelled 'Don't!', the third of their trio already stepping forward as his fingers moved quickly to form a less harmful offensive attack from magic they'd learned to protect themselves. The single blast of energy magic from the creature across from them prevented Quentin from finishing, his body caving inwards as he flew backwards, his body hitting a tree with a thud. Eliot was quick to move next, his own fingers tutting up a defensive shield when Margo could only stare in shock at Quentin's unconscious body. "Margo, we need to go now." Eliot's voice whimsically called back, his calm demeanor wavering to betray the panic that was brewing within him as he kept his eyes on the ‘woman’ in front of them.

Straggly black hair framed a sickly looking face, pale, skin taut. Her eyes glowed yellow, a strange white smoke or fog was coming from her mouth whenever she exhaled, along with the quick flick of a forked black tongue. They’d looked at each other, bewildered, as this was a human-like creature that they’d done nothing to and none of them could identify. They’d simply been walking through the forest and into the clearing to get to Fillory when she’d sprung out of a tree at the edge of the field and come sprinting at them. "Q, hey, baby, come on, wake up." Margo said as she knelt beside Quentin, shaking his arm gently before patting his cheeks to try and get those eyes to open. "Wake up, please wake up, we gotta move."

A movement in their peripherals caught her attention and she swore as she realized there was another figure coming towards them, his hands wielding a power that burned blue like his companions. Time seemed to slow as she realized his focus was on Eliot and the female, that she and Quentin meant absolutely nothing to him right then and there. Margo's eyes swept the area as she tried to find a way they could get out while being encumbered with carrying Quentin. "Holy shit... El, it's a nest! It's their fuckin' nest!" Margo called to him as she watched the glowing eyes from the thick of the trees across the way, too short to be like those attacking them. Quentin stirred and groaned behind her and she looked back at him briefly as her hand moved out to touch Eliot's shoulder as he backed towards them with the shield magic barely holding up against the barrage of energy magic the female creature was throwing at them. This led to their downfall, as the female's mate moved in with her distraction, bee-lining it for Eliot to distract and break the shield. "Watch out!" Quentin's voice wavered from beside them as he struggled to push himself up from the ground, wincing from the pain emanating from his back. Margo turned her head quickly and yanked Eliot back, the male barely missing her best friend and stumbling past him, only to wheel around swiftly and crouch, ready to strike again. Margo moved in front of Eliot with no hesitation, her fingers already moving with the first step as she recalled everything she'd read before. Even though she recommended book after book in the scifi and normal fiction section to Eliot, there were a massive amount more in the Brakebills library that she'd read during free time, including spells. The ground began freezing beneath the male creatures legs, icy tentacles weaving up his feet and calves, soon immobilizing his knees and thighs as he let out a confused and enraged screech. Margo's hands were shaking, she was terrified of Eliot and Quentin getting hurt more, terrified that anything could happen to any of them. "Get Q and get a head start, I can run faster if I'm not helping with him." "I am not leaving you here alone with them." The protest was firm and she knew Eliot meant every word, even Quentin's voice chimed in after. "I'm okay, I can manage, let's all just go, okay? Look, it was just a mistake, we didn't mean to walk into your nesting area, okay?" Quentin looked at the creatures, not even sure they would understand what he was saying, but judging by the female's face, they weren't going to accept an apology. Eliot worked quickly on forming another shield as the male began struggling, the female watching between he and Margo as if she expected him to break free any moment and attack them. A single call from the treeline nearby, sounding like a mix between a birds cry and a hiss had the female in a protective stance again. "Oh, fuck me." Margo muttered as the ice around the male cracked, Eliot yelling for Quentin to run as he moved forward to help shield Margo so she could stop trying to keep the spell climbing. A single blast of the females energy hit the shield, the male hurtling his body at it, distracting the two enough that Quentin's yelled second warning was too late, fangs of the female creature sinking into Margo's arm. Margo shrieked in shocked pain, ripping her arm away and lifting her other in a fist, swinging it to send a right hook directly into the female creature's jaw. "You bitch!" The hand that swung immediately went to cover the fresh wound, Quentin moving in front of her as he sent hit after hit of the missile battle magic they'd learned. Eliot soon dropped the shield as he watched Margo stumble back, her hand moving to her head, the dizziness clear in her face. One final hit to the female had her spiraling back, the male running to her side as he hissed at the trio, his body stance over her fully defensive. Quentin kept his hands lifted, ready to fire again if needed, but his steps carried him slowly back towards where Eliot was now holding Margo up bridal style. "I think they're poisonous, we need to get her to Brakebills to see if Lipson can help her." Eliot said, his voice wavering as he pressed his lips to her forehead when she whispered his name, her body soon going limp in his arms. ~~ "Sweet dreams, till sunbeams find you... gotta keep dreaming, leave all worries behind you. But in your dreams whatever they be..." Eliot's voice was soft beside Margo, the faint beep of her heart being monitored to her other side. A slight shift of her hand had it moving away from whatever it touched, her eyes parting just enough to find out it was Quentin's hair. Her fingers moved out again to brush through the brown strands as best as she could, her other hand soon squeezed by Eliot's fingers, which had been wrapped around them for a while judging by how clammy her hand felt. "You're not allowed to scare me like this, Bambi. I need you. We both do." Eliot said softly as he lifted Margo's hand to his lips, pressing his lips to her knuckles. "Listen, El," Margo rasped out, her brows furrowing at the state of her voice. "Was I snoring?" "Uh huh." "Mouth open?" "Like a fish out of water. A beautiful fish." Margo's face scrunched up as she smacked her lips and swallowed a couple times, her tongue and mouth dryer than the Wandering desert. Her head fell towards Eliot, still heavy from whatever drugs were being pumped into her right arm, her left brow raising slowly. Maybe. Or it wasn't and she probably just looked ridiculous, fuck if she knew. "What's a bitch gotta do to get some water and chapstick?" Eliot's laugh was like music in the mostly silence of the room, the chair silent on the floor as he slid back enough to grab the pitcher of water on the table, pouring her a glass and bringing it back. She sipped from the straw as he held it, taking another sip or two until the glass was gone and she took a deep breath, leaning her head back, her eyes closing for a moment. A light, slick pressure on her lips had them peeking open, Eliot was standing now and carefully applying chapstick to her lips, then to his own. "That was real warm..." "It was in my pocket." "Wait, can I have some?" The two turned their head to Quentin, who had apparently woken at some point and was now looking at the chapstick in Eliot's hand like a puppy that wanted a treat. Eliot nodded and leaned across the bed, applying it on Quentin's lips as well before pressing a kiss to his forehead and leaning back. "I'm sorry if I made you both worry, but I wasn't letting that Fillory freak hurt you, El." Margo finally finished her previous attempt of an apology, both hands now taken by Eliot and Quentin, the latter's chin lightly resting on them- he still looked exhausted. "How long was I out, anyway?" "Almost a week." Eliot said hesitantly, opening his mouth to speak again, but Margo had already started and was lifting her head, which wobbled around like a toy before falling back against the pillow. "Almost a week?! Oh, that Voldemort bitch is dead for biting me." Margo's voice was low as she glared up at the ceiling, but Quentin brought her attention back down as he rubbed the spot where she'd been bit. "Lipson was able to stop the spread of the poison, but we actually had to have some of the medics from Fillory come. I guess the poison was a lot like rattlesnake venom, only... Fillory rattlesnake...people." Quentin's eyebrows furrowed before he gave a crooked smile and squeezed her hand. "But you're back now and they said it shouldn't scar much." "Not that I wouldn't rub some shea butter on it for you, you know. As your best friend, that's my job." Eliot chimed in and stood, deciding to climb onto the bed and lay with Margo, her arm shifting slowly, carefully, around his shoulders. They stayed that way for a minute before Margo turned her head and looked at Quentin, almost expectantly. "Well? You coming up here too?" "Oh, I mean, I just thought because of the IV and the medicine that-- I just don't want to--" "Shut up and get up here, Q." Quentin's lips formed a small 'o' before he nodded and moved up carefully onto the bed, mimicking Eliot's position of laying on his side, his arm soon moving out to lay over Margo and partially on Eliot's side. Eliot's arm slung over as well, a gentle squeeze given to Quentin's side. "Thank you both for saving me. Thank you for... really being the best friends a bad bitch like me could have. Yes, even you, Q." Margo knew Quentin was looking up at her in that cute, tried-to-hide-it surprise that he normally did, which faded away into a soft smile at her confirmation. They'd been close since their threesome and, as much as Margo tried to deny it, she liked keeping Quentin close, too. He was a good person to be around, he had a good heart and strong feelings- he fit in just right with she and Eliot, who shared the same personality. They were often separated from Quentin, but they were a force when put together, and they were all grateful and had nothing but love for each other. "Nap time?" Eliot asked as Margo tried (and failed) to suppress a yawn, successfully triggering Quentin into yawning as well. "Nap time," the two said in unison.