#but i ended up replying yes w/a question mark since i was done

[braveclementine]

Pieces of a Nightmare

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC Elizabeth Lightwood. I do not condone any copying of this.

"You want me to get you a file on a man that allegedly has done nothing wrong except kiss a woman on her cheek while she's already mated to her soulmate?" Fury asked you over the phone after you explained the entire thing to him.

You actually growled in frustration. "Fury! C'mon! He wants to change the DNA of living creatures so that their birth given genetic code is different! How come no one but me can see that its evil? He's up to something! Call it animal instinct."

"Maybe, because you're surrounded by geniuses who can see that the changing of DNA could also mean creating a stronger health system." Fury answered.

"God created all of us differently for a reason. It wasn't to change what he made us." You grumbled.

"And that might be part of the problem. Tony's atheist and so is Killian." Fury answered.

"Fine." You sighed, still frustrated, "Can you look into him at least then?"

"Why don't you think I'm busy with other projects Agent Stark? And when are you coming back to New York to continue training?"

"I don't know. I mean, Everleigh is barely a couple of weeks old still. And I hate leaving her for to long-"

"But you want to get into cases like Killian's." Fury sighed. "Give you and your daughter some time to rest before you go charging into all of this."

He hung up before you could get another word in.

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As you parked in the driveway, you saw the very huge stuffed bunny rabbit at the front of the house. You couldn't stop smiling, reading the tag around its neck that read 'Merry Christmas'.

You quickly headed inside. It was date night, though it was going to be a staying in sort of date night since you wanted to keep Everleigh home.

"I'm sorry I was late." You apologized as you headed into the foyer. You had heard noises in the sitting room and assumed it was Tony. "I was tal-"

You broke off as you saw the Iron Man suit sitting there. It was a different colour scheme than you had seen before, this one cream and red coloured.

"What is that? You're wearing this in the house now?" You questioned in exasperation. "What is that, like Mark 17?"

"Uh, yeah." Tony said in a tone that you were sure meant he was lying. "Something like that. You know, everybody needs a hobby."

"Mhmm," You replied sitting down in the chair next to the champagne bottles and the stack of mail. The fire was roaring, two stockings hung up on either ends of the fireplace. "Oh, and you have to wear your hobby in the sitting room?"

"Just breaking it in. You know, it's always a little pinchy in the gooey bag" Tony said, walking around behind you. You fake gagged at the way he described it. "Where did you go? I'm sorry I left abruptly."

"I went to Stark industries." You admitted.

"Nice. Oh, well, hey, did you see your Christmas present?" Tony questioned quickly.

"Yes, I did. I don't know how anyone could've missed it." You smirked. You picked up the mail on table and asked, "Is it going to fit through the door?"

"Well, actually," Tony said as you stared down at the mail. It was all fan mail with notes to Tony about how much they admired him, most of them with Iron man drawings, "that's a great question. I got a team of guys coming tomorrow. They're gonna blow out that wall."

"Okay."

"So, uh, Tense? Good day? Huh?" Tony asked and you felt the metal hands come down on your shoulders. You smiled, relaxing into the feeling. "Ooh, shoulders, a little knotty. You naughty girl."

You giggled, even though Tony was being weird, he was being himself.

"I don't want to harp on this, but did you like the custom rabbit?"

You smiled inwardly and then turned the spiny chair around to face him. "I loved him."

"Oh, he's a him, is he?" Tony questioned.

"Yep. I think I'm going to call him. . ." You thought about it. "On second though, might have to wait to come up with a name. Get to know him. Intimately."

"That's not fair." Tony whined.

You got to your feet, putting your hands on his shoulders. "Well then, I'll get to know you intimately instead." You waited for him to lift the face plate to kiss you, but he didn't.

Tony knocked on the helmet while making robot sounds, "Yep. Damn it, can't kiss. You want to just kiss it on the-" He gestured to the metal mask.

Having a sinking suspicion that the suit was actually empty, you said, "Well, why don't I run down to the garage and see if I can't find a crowbar to break you open?"

"Crowbar, yeah." Tony said as you started to walk past the suit. "Oh! Except there's been a-a-a radiation leak."

"I'll take my chances." You responded coolly.

"That's risky." Tony replied, "at least let me get you like a hazmat suit-" His voice turned from faraway and robotic, to human and closer as you finished coming down the stairs and saw him doing pullups on a bar in the garage.

"Busted." He grunted out as you entered the garage.

"This is a new level of lame." You said, raising an eyebrow. You hated to be so blunt, but after taking off at lunch and then finding out about Killian, not to mention the empty suit so that for one second you had felt rejected, you were feeling a little upset.

"Sorry." Tony said quickly.

"You ate without me already? On date night?" You weren't sure why you were so upset. You had come home a little late. But still, you liked food.

"Well he was sort've-"

"You mean you." You corrected.

"Yeah, me, him, were just hosting you while we waited on you." Tony grumbled. "And yes, I had a quick bite. I didn't know if you were coming home or going to have drinks with Aldrich Kilian."

You just stared at him for a moment. "What?" You finally asked, anger seething under your skin. "Aldrich Killian?" You snapped. "Why would I go out for drinks with him?"

"Happy was concerned-"

"Bullshit. Maybe he should be concerned for Pepper, but not me! I'm loyal to you Tony! Why the hell would I have anything to do with Killian! I don't even trust the guy! I'm late because I was asking Fury for background on him because I got bad vibes from him! Screw you."

You turned on your heel, storming up the stairs.

"Y/N! Wait. I'm sorry. You're right. My fault. Sorry." He shouted out quickly in an attempt to get you to stop. You did, though you didn't go back down the stairs, opting to turn and look at him instead. His hands were raised in a surrendering way. "I'm a piping hot mess."

You turned to face him more.

"It's been going on for a while. I haven't said anything." You finally walked down the stairs and stood in front of him. "Nothings' been the same since New York."

"Oh really? I didn't notice that at all." I responded sarcastically.

"You experience things and then they're over and you still can't explain them. Gods, aliens, other dimensions. I'm just a man in a can."

Hearing Tony talk about himself like that, your anger melted for a second. But it flared again. You had experienced all of the same things! Well, not all of them. But most. And maybe even more. You had been fighting for more than just your own life. And you didn't have a suit around you to protect yourself.

"The only reason I haven't cracked up is because of you. Which is great. I love you. I'm lucky. But honey, I can't sleep. You go to bed, I come down here. I do what I know. I tinker. I-" He sat down. "Threat is imminent. And I have to protect the two things that I can't live without." He said, pointing at you. "That's you and our daughter. And my suits, they're uh-"

"A part of you." You whispered softly.

"They're part of me." Tony agreed.

You sighed, walking towards him. You put your hands on his shoulders. You bit back everything you wanted to say. To tell him that you understood because you had been there, because you had fought. That you understood because you couldn't sleep either, always waking up alone, sweating. But you didn't have an outlet to escape to like Tony did. Your outlet had always been Tony. And now he wasn't there anymore. Not really.

You ran your hands around to the back of his neck and he leaned forward, resting against your chest. You lifted the headset that he was wearing off his head and he stared up at you.

"I'm gonna take a shower." You whispered.

"Okay." He said, gritting his jaw a little in disappointment.

You walked all the way over to the door before you looked over you shoulder. "And you're going to join me."

"Better." He said firmly.

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"Fuck." You groaned, your body pressed up against the cold tiles of the shower wall, the hot water cascading down on your bodies. Tony was behind you, having pushed into your cunt with his cock. His fingers teased your clit.

"That's it baby." Tony murmured, kissing your neck. "I want you to scream my name when you shatter apart on my cock. Can you do that baby?"

"Yes. Fuck. Tony please." You groaned, nails scratching at the tiles. It was such a mix of feelings that it was overwhelming.

"Then fucking cum." Tony demanded, pinching your clit and nipples at the same time. His thrust became faster and you screamed his name as demanded.

Only then did he finish inside of you and you crumbled in his arms.

He ran the bath then, switching the shower off and cleaned you up before carrying you over to the bed. You lazily helped him get your pajamas on, before cuddling into him, holding onto him. You were so glad that he was sleeping next to you for once. His warm comfort let you fall asleep almost immediately.

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You were woken by Tony shouting in his sleep. You groggily looked over to see that he was all tense and he his pillow clenched in his fists.

You sat up, leaning over him, shaking his body. "Tony! Tony! Tony wake up!"

Suddenly, something metallic and cold grabbed your arm, pulling you back to your side of the bed. You screamed so loudly that you jerked Tony out of his sleep.

He immediately reacted, shouting at the Iron man to power down, which obeyed immediately. He hit it, which caused it to break into a thousand pieces.

You were shaking terribly as Tony started to apologize to you. "I must have called it in my sleep." You were both breathing heavily, both trying to recover from the event. "That's not supposed to happen. I'll recalibrate the sensors."

You swallowed heavily, getting up from the bed. You wrapped your arms around your body and then heard Everleigh start crying in the other room.

You quickly ran to the bedroom, afraid to find another Iron man suit standing over her. But she fine, mostly just hungry. Breast feeding her calmed you down so that your breathing eventually matched hers.

After feeding her, you held her for a little longer, unable to face Tony just yet. You hated that you had run from the room without telling him that you'd be back. You were afraid he'd go back down to the lab if you didn't get back fast enough.

Kissing your daughter's forehead, you placed her back into her crib, and then headed back to the room.

Tony was sitting on the bed with his head in his hands and looked up when you entered. "You're back."

"Everleigh is fine." You whispered, climbing back up on the bed. "And of course I'm back."

"Though you might've gone to sleep in one of the other rooms." He mumbled.

"Why?" You asked, wrapping your arms around your body. "It was a mistake Tony. I'm not going to leave you for that. Come on, let's get back to sleep. C'mon, just hug me Tony."

Tony wrapped his arms around you tightly, burying his head into your chest. You dimmed the lights once more, leaving the scattered pieces of the nightmare on the floor. 

[startledbirb]

How the fuck am I supposed to answer a question like that????

[yunopouts]

touch - l. jeno

hi. i re-wrote it so it's not a virgin!reader anymore. now it's reader finding out jeno is secretly kinky... anyways, sorry about the original, it was dumb of me to even have virgin!reader and breeding kink in the same work :// okay anyways i hope everyone can enjoy this one :)

request:

I just want to preface that none of the gifs i use are mine unless i clearly state so!!

→ pairing: dom!jeno x girlfriend!reader

→ genre: smut

→ warnings: unprotected sex (wrap before you tap children!!), fingering, dirty talk, mirror sex (kinda), rough sex, creampie, breeding kink, corruption kink (kinda,,,)

→ word count: 2.6k

RUN THROUGH: I went through and checked everything from top to bottom. The first part was changed in the conversation, the middle was mostly kept the same, with the exception of some edits here and there. the end was also kept the same, again only a few changes were made.

You walked into your dining room, looking to ask your boyfriend a question. Poking your head out from behind the entry way, you smiled when you saw the blue haired boy sitting at the table staring at his computer. You watched him as he huffed a tired sigh, pushing up the round glasses that had slid down the bridge of his nose. Silently giggling, you straightened yourself out and made your way to the table, sitting in front of him.

“Hi baby.” He grinned at you, his eyes sparkling when they met yours. A shy smile crept on to your lips as you responded with a small 'hi'.

Minutes passed as you watched in silence while the boy switched in between typing on his computer and scribbling into his notebook. His feet tangled with yours when he stretched out his legs, the two of you starting a game of footsies, your giggling voices filling the air around you. Your feet stayed tangled, and your boyfriend started to work again, when your question from earlier popped in your head again. You looked up eagerly, watching him lift his mug to his mouth.

“Hey Jeno,”

“Yes baby?” he replied, not looking up from his work.

“You know we don’t have to be vanilla all the time, right?” you quirked a brow.

The boy choked on his coffee, frantically looking for something to wipe the dripping drink. You handed him a napkin, which he snatched out of your grip and patted his mouth dry, coughing into it. “W-what?” He took his time to slowly recover from the sudden attack. “What are you talking about? I love being v-vanilla.” The way he said it was not convincing at all, so you just blinked at him and bit back a laugh.

“Well, I the other day I was cleaning up the room and when I was organizing the desk the Swiffer hit the mouse and woke up the monitor.” You explained, looking him straight in the eye. “You left that tab open.” You emphasized the word ‘that’ and noticed how the boys body tensed at the word.

A nervous chuckle left his lips, shutting his laptop and dodged your eyes every time you tried to look at him. “Sorry.” He mumbled.

“It was just porn.” You shrugged.

“Y-yeah but it was…” Jeno trailed off, trying to make ends meet. “You know.” Silence settles around you, Jeno’s aura seeming to affect it and make the situation awkward.

“Well, I’m saying that we can do what you want, all you have to do is just ask.” You rolled your eyes playfully.

“Wait, really?” you thought the hope in his voice made him even cuter than his already nervous self.

“Yes, of course.” You nodded with a slight smile. The boys body noticeably released the tension in his muscles, but he still seemed anxious.

With a huff, Jeno looked back into your eyes, irises darker than usual. “Um, a-alright.” He started, placing his notebook on top of his computer, moving it to the side. “Well, go… do whatever it is you need to do to prepare. Meet me in the room in five minutes.” You nodded, getting out of your chair, and headed to the bathroom. Fixing yourself up, you reassured yourself that your shower from two hours ago still had its effect, and that you were still clean. After that you brushed your teeth, flashing yourself a bright smile in the mirror once you had finished.

In the bedroom, Jeno was sitting on his side of the bed, body as still as a rock. He didn’t notice your entrance, so you waved in front of his face, which got his attention. The boy patted his lap lightly, signaling for you to sit. Complying, you didn’t want to put all your weight when you went down, but his hands shoved you on to him.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” The boy glanced up at you with hesitant eyes. Sighing heavily and rolling your eyes, you took the hands that were resting lightly on your back and moved them to your ass. You scoot in closer, his eyes growing wide.

“Jeno, didn’t we just talk about this?” the question was rhetorical, but a blush creeped on to his cheeks, taking a break from your eyes. It took him a few seconds to respond, like he actually had to think about the answer.

“Understood.” His calm voice was different from what his expression said, but your upcoming commentary was forgotten when Jeno placed a hand on your neck, pulling you into a gentle kiss. His pillowy lips moved softly against your own, in a passionate manner, like they’ve done hundreds of times. Hands sliding from your neck to your jaw, his thumbs rubbing on the bone as he deepened the kiss by adding his tongue. Jeno’s touch becomes hot against your skin and your lower half starts to move back and forth on his lap, to which Jeno let out a loud groan. His actions soon become rougher, teeth now clashing together as the session grew longer and messier, and you pushed Jeno back so that he was flat against the mattress.

Your boyfriend flipped your current position, so that he was hovering atop of you, pinning your wrists above your head. With a smirk gracing your now swollen lips, you wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him down to meet your core, just like he did you twenty minutes earlier. He ground himself into you while nipping at your earlobe. Moaning his name as he peppered kisses from your jaw all the way down to your exposed collar bones.

“Shirt…” you muttered. He loosened his grip on your wrists and your hands flew to the hem of his sweater, pulling up over his head and arms, throwing it somewhere in your bedroom. Jeno did the same to you, pulling off your t-shirt, exposing your guarded chest. Your hands travel up and down his chiseled stomach, muscles tightening under your touch while the boy was attacking your still covered chest, leaving markings everywhere.

Moving away from your body, he stared down at you with hard eyes. As he towered over you, thinking of how to go about this, you noticed how his expression changed from earlier; his nervous and innocent look had morphed into a dark almost threatening one. “Face the mirror for me, baby.” His voice was low.

“T-the mirror?” you stuttered, now feeling anxious. The boy nodded, jutting his head towards the full-length mirror that was your closet door. With hesitance, you shifted your body and faced your reflection. You watched Jeno through the mirror, his smirk growing as he fixated himself behind you, his bare chest pressed against your back. The boy brought his hands to the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down with the help of you lifting slightly. Just like you did with his sweater, he flung your clothes across the room.

“Would you look at that.” He chuckled as he took your hand in his. Jeno lead them south, hovering them above your core. He dragged your nimble fingers along your slit, making you feel the wetness your body created. “How fast do you get wet?” he questioned, followed by a scoff. The deepness of his tone sent shivers down your spine and the feel of his skin against yours created little tingles that flowed through your body. “Someone must be excited.”

With your head against his shoulder, Jeno first stuck two in, to which you moaned loudly, closing your eyes. “Watch my fingers.” Instantly, your eyes shot open and were back on your reflection. Jeno’s mouth was right at your ear, so you could hear and feel the hot and heavy breaths that left him. In your ear the boy whispered things that made you feel dirty, in a good way. This was far from what you and he have ever done. When it came to sex, you always thought the two of you were on the same page: simple sex, nothing like what you were doing now. But that didn’t mean you weren’t open to it, obviously you were because here you are, watching yourself get finger fucked through your reflection.

“God, look at how you’re squirming.” He chuckled darkly. “I haven’t even fucked you yet, but you still look like my cockslut.”

You liked this new side of Jeno; well, it probably wasn’t new, but since he always been soft with you, it was indeed "new" in a sense. You loved the way he spoke to you, the grittiness in his voice, the way he was roughly moving his fingers inside of you. “I can’t wait to fuck you raw.” He practically growled into your ear.

“Jeno…” your breath hitched at the familiar knot of tension that had start to loosen.

“That’s it,” he eased. “cum for me.” Squeezing your eyes shut as you came on your boyfriends’ fingers. He let you grind on his hand, riding out your orgasm. “Fuck yourself on my fingers.” He ordered, taking his other hand and bringing it to your clit to rub it. When you whined, Jeno let out a laugh and curled the fingers inside you up.

“Jeno, fuck, that feels so good.” Your back arches off his chest, but he just follows your movements. His fingers move harder against your g-spot, sending shocks through your body. “Oh my god.” You repeated and repeated, on the verge of cumming again, after it barely being five minutes later. “Fuck, Jen- shit.”

Suddenly, he pulled away from you and left from behind you.

Whining in annoyance, you brought your own hand and got off without him. It felt good, but not as good as when he did it. You had come down from your second high, but you were still trying to calm your breathing. You couldn’t see Jeno’s expression when he found you whining and writhing on the bed, but boy was it hot. “I can’t believe my eyes.” He laughed. “Never thought I’d see my innocent little Y/N fuck her own cunt.” Your eyes now wide open, you found the boy standing at the edge of the bed, still half clothed.

“What do you think I do when you’re at work and I’m horny.” You rolled your eyes as Jeno let out a loud laugh. “Jeno.” He brought his now dark eyes to your own, showing him on your needy expression. “Please…” you averted your gaze to the massive strain in his pants, which made Jeno scoff. He shook his head with a devilish smirk. You scrambled on your knees and undid his pants, yanking them down, along with his stained boxers.

“You wanna suck my dick?” he raised a brow when you grabbed his fully hard length. You don’t really like giving him head, since you’re not the best of it, but today was different, something sparked in you.

Cracking your mouth open, you stuck your tongue out and let his cock slide to the back of your throat. Jeno let out a low moan, slowly thrusting into your mouth, pushing your hair away from your face you wouldn’t eat it too. (DAISY INTERRUPTS: BYE WHY DID I WRITE THAT) “Fuck baby, look at you deepthroating me like the angel you are.” He jerked his hips slightly harder than before. “You look so good with your lips wrapped around my cock.”

You coughed and choked a few times, making Jeno pull out to make sure you were okay, since he knew you weren’t used to it. “That’s enough.” You looked up at him with pleading eyes, wanting him back in your mouth. “Don’t worry, there are other ways of filling you with my cum.” He winked before easily shoving you further back on the bed. Just that statement had your pussy overflowing with arousal.

Jeno split your legs apart he leaned down and pressed a kiss on your cheek. He drew his cock up and down you slit, mixing his arousal, your arousal and saliva. He teased you by bringing his cockhead to your entrance, pushing in slightly and pulling out right after. Each time Jeno did this you hummed in anticipation before you whined in annoyance, his smirk growing wider and wider by the second.

“Jesus Christ, Jeno, just fuck me already.” You glared up at him. To your request, Jeno did just that and plunged right into you. His pace wasn’t too fast but still not too slow, but he pounded into you hard. His heavy thrusts made you reach for his back, clawing at the bare skin. Jeno let out a gruff moan, reveling in the feeling of your tight walls and the stinging on his back. “Faster.” Jeno’s eyes widened, and his hips slowly gained speed, soon starting to drill into you. You moaned loudly, begging him for things that you could never say in public.

“Oh, look at my little angel, so fucking tight for me.” He clenched his teeth. “Look at what a slut you’ve turned into, begging me to fill you up with my cum. God, what have I done.” His voice grew louder as he slammed his hips against yours. He looked down at your chest, eyes landing on the jackpot, which was conveniently placed in the front. Reaching his free hand forward, he unclasped your bra, revealing your tits. Jeno’s dark eyes glowed as he watched them move with his thrusts. “You’re so fucking gorgeous. I love your pretty little pussy and how it clenches around me. God, I just want to fuck it until I get a baby in you.” You whimpered at the thought of his cum filling you.

“Do it.” You hissed. “Please Jeno, harder.” You begged for the umpteenth time that night. He pressed a kiss into your calf, plunging his cock into you at an impeccable pace.

“There’s not much more room left.” He warned. “But, fuck, you’re taking me so well.”

“Just use it all. Good god, Jeno, just please, please, please,fuck me.” You sobbed out of pleasure. Jeno growled at the request, pressing your hips down into the mattress. With his cock practically hitting the entrance of your cervix each time he moved, you felt your climax beging building up, the tension starting to feel like the type you get when going up a roller coaster, but more… pleasurable. “Soon… close… cumming.” You muttered.

“Me too, angel.” He slid his hand up your stomach, touching your soft skin. “Shit, I’m so ready to fill you up. Do you want it? Want me to fill you up nice so that you’ll be full for days? That your pussy is stuffed with my cum and can’t hold anything else?”

“Fuck yes.” Your voice was breathy. “I want it so bad. Breed me.” Jeno almost screamed at your words, his cock twitching with anticipation.

“You’re gonna look so fucking hot when you’re pregnant.” His fingers got a hold of your nipple and started to pinch it, still continuing to relentlessly ram his cock into your hole. “I’ll fuck you and fill you everyday if I have to.”

“Fuck! Jeno, Jeno, cumming.” You screamed, your back arching, that roller coaster feeling finally crashing down into your third orgasm of the night. Jeno’s hips jerked back and forth to reach his own high, not pulling a single inch of many out when he did.

Slowing his hips down, he hunched over into your nape, muttering how “fucking good” he feels and more sweet nothings into your glistening skin. Your boyfriend stayed this way, finally growing soft inside of you minutes later.

Lazily knocking your head against his, you kissed into his hair "Not so bad was it?"

A dry chuckle came from his mouth. "Let's do it again."

[zhongliologist]

Limits | Zhongli Smut

Pairing: Zhongli x GN!Reader

Genre: SMUTTTT

Words: 2.5k

A/N: Apparently I can vomit out a 2.5k smut before bedtime skkskks 

Warning: THIS IS AN 18+ FIC, SO MINORS OUT THERE, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

His sharp amber eyes were on to you.

Narrowed and suspicious—as if you were up to no good.

With a glint of mischief, you returned it back to him like some sort of telepathic volley, together with a tight squeeze on his thigh.

“Right, so Mr. Zhongli, I would like to ask of your opinion in regards to the mysterious tree in Nantianmen. What do you suppose is its origins…” the man from across the table asked, then paused. “Mr. Zhongli…? Is there something wrong?”

He cleared his throat; you only smiled sweetly.

“No, I’m quite alright,” Zhongli replied. “As for your question…”

Your fingers danced on his thighs underneath the table, creeping closer to your attack point. You made sure to act as if you were listening to the conversation, but in reality, your agenda was so much different. For once, you’d like to see how far you can push the calm-as-ever Zhongli to his breaking point.

Lightly grazing your knuckles on his half-hard erection, you watched as Zhongli caught wind of your actions and turned to you with a displeased expression as he tried so hard to continue the discussion.

You could almost hear it, the way his patience was slowly being stretched thin. With eyes feral, he seized your wrist before it could go for any further exploration.

“How about you, YN?” Zhongli threw the conversation right at your court, his voice a strangled hiss as he tried to keep his annoyance at bay. “Do you have any thoughts of what is sealed underneath the tree?”

Leaning your head to the side, you accepted his challenge with a smirk.

“In my opinion, what lies underneath the tree must be a beast of some kind,” you started, as well as your hand.

As you continued to explain your thoughts, you twisted your hand to remove them from his grasps and began caressing the insides of his thighs. You kept at it, despite how he was definitely glaring at you, and even dared to palm him through his pants.

Zhongli clicked his tongue.

At this, you simply raised an elegant brow and asked him in such an innocent voice. “Do you have anything to add, Mr. Zhongli?”

Underneath the table, you were rubbing him intensely; a tent now in his pants. Yet he could only throw daggers at you and bite his tongue.

“No…” he sighed as you ground your hand on a particularly sensitive spot. “Carry on.”

You couldn’t tell if he was urging you to continue the discussion or if he was telling you to continue jacking him off under the table. Regardless of what he truly meant, you were intent on making him cum on his pants. Whether he like it or not.

Noticing his discomfort, the other guests on the table looked at each other and asked for the waitress to bring in some water.

“Mr. Zhongli, are you sure you’re fine?” an archeologist asked, “You seem feverish…”

Glancing at him, you waited for his reaction as you found the tip of his dick and began to stimulate it with your thumb. Zhongli gulped and closed his eyes; trying to swallow the groan that almost escaped his lips.

“Let’s just wait for the water. It’s probably the heat,” you remarked as if you weren’t trying to get him off under the table. Zhongli only glanced at you and almost scoffed at your acting. This wasn’t the kind of show he was expecting.

With a twist of your hand, you almost had him at that moment. Except that he once again caught your wrist and entwined his fingers between yours.

“There’s no need for that,” he abruptly said as he stood up from the table, yanking you along with him in the process. “We’ll be taking a short break, feel free to enjoy yourselves in the Pearl Galley.”

Without a word, he turned to the cabins and dragged you inside a room which seemed to be reserved for esteemed guests. It was a little bit too dark, and your eyes had a rough time adjusting—especially when he was handling you so roughly.

“Zhongli…I—!”

You tried to talk, yet he only grabbed both your wrists and held them both together in a tight grip. Just from that alone, you knew you were screwed. You might’ve pushed him a little bit too far.

“You’ve been really bad, YN.”

He finally spoke, and it came with the loud clanking of his belt as he tied it around your wrists. Grabbing a fistful of hair, he then pushed you to one of the wooden walls of the dark cabin.

“I’m…I—!”

“Silence!”

Zhongli’s voice was strong, deep and intense, together with his body pushing against yours, it was enough to keep your underwear drenched. You could only whine as you felt his erection rubbing on your thighs.

“I know you’re not stupid, yet it is beyond me why you continued to disobey,” he was now by your ears, pulling your hair. “You must be begging for punishment, aren’t you?”

With those words, Zhongli pushed his leg between your thighs, rubbing against your core. He was so rough and fast that you couldn’t help but move your body against it.

He scoffed; tongue hot on your earlobe. “You like that, don’t you? You like being handled this way. How lewd of you.”

“Mnnhh…Zhongli…!” you moaned, as he pushed his knee further, forcing you to get off from his leg.

“Who would’ve thought…” he gave a rather breathy chuckle as his lips travelled down your ear and to your neck, leaving a trail of love marks on his way.

You could only whine at his ministrations; hands bound and body trapped underneath his. Yet you loved how he kept on rubbing his leg against you, the electrifying sensations making your spine shudder and your mind heady.

Biting your lip as he brushed against a good spot, you knew you were just a few humps away from coming. It just felt so good, the arousal clouding any coherent thoughts. You could feel him so closely around you, his tongue ravishing your neck and shoulders, his leg just stroking the right places.

“Would you like to come, YN?”

There it came, the million-dollar question wrapped around Zhongli’s silky smooth voice. You could almost orgasm at the sound of his voice.

“Y-Yes…I…aahh…Z-Zhongli…!”

He chuckled, and promptly removed his leg.

“Sadly, I don’t feel the same way.”

With not much strength left, you slid down the floor in an awful plop as you saw Zhongli glanced at you with an amused look on his face. If only you weren’t suddenly filled with annoyance, you would’ve whimpered at the loss of friction.

“Now, now,” he began, grabbing your chin. “Don’t look at me like that. Have you conveniently forgotten you were the cause of this?”

You wanted to bite back, yet it seemed like your words were lost to you. He was right and you knew you were being punished for what you have done. There wasn’t enough sass that could mount your defense.

Still gazing at you with his sharp golden eyes, Zhongli then took off one of his gloves with his teeth and pushed two digits between your lips. He was still rough, scissoring his hands inside your mouth as you tried to keep him at bay with your tongue.

“Ahh…how beautiful you look, YN,” Zhongli mocked you, watching intently as his fingers were wrapped around your soft lips. “Perhaps, you’d wish to have something else in your mouth, right now? Hm?”

He removed his fingers for you to speak as your throat tried to find your voice again. Panting, you glanced up to him who was towering above you, and then turned your eyes to the bulge in his pants.

“If you dare not speak up, then perhaps we shall end it here,” he then told you as your eyes shot up to his in panic.

“N-No…! Wait…w-wait!”

You then crawled towards him, as much as your bound hands allowed you to, and kneeled before him.

“I-I…” you swallowed, trying to keep your throat from drying. “I…want y-your…cock…Zhongli…please…!”

The dark haired man simply smirked at you. “Then you don’t mind getting it out yourself?”

A sudden flush crept all over your face at his suggestion. You would’ve been irritated at how much he was teasing you, but you were the one who brought this to yourself.

With pursed lips, you slowly crept your hands on his thighs and unzipped his pants with your lips; pulling him out in no time.

You were no stranger to Zhongli’s dick but every time you see it, you couldn’t help but feel apprehensive at how big it was. At the same time however, you wanted him inside your mouth.

With only a glance towards him, you began kissing the tip; your tongue darting and licking at his shaft as if you were testing the waters. With a raise of his brows, you knew Zhongli was expecting you to do more, otherwise, he’ll take the matter into his own hands.

Soon enough, you gradually hand him between your lips, bobbing your head up and down as you tried to fit all of him in. Of course, there was no way you can, but you tried and you end up deepthroating him most of the time.

“Ngghh…YN….that’s right,” he began praising you, his hands grasping a fistful of your hair. “You are responsible for this, you know.”

Breathing in as you pulled out, you continued to blow him—tongue ravishing around his cock as he pushed further in. It had hurt for the first time, but right now, after doing this so many times, you could only feel a pool of arousal at the pits of your stomach and a wet sensation inside your underwear.

He’s so big…

You gazed up to him with tears almost pooling at the sides, pleasuring him as much as you can. You could tell he was enjoying the stimulation and the view by how his expression had softened.

“Since it is your responsibility…” he breathed through his teeth, his orgasm nearing. “You will swallow all of my seed, won’t you?”

It sounded like a suggestion, but you knew it was an order. And it was an order you would gladly follow. Preparing yourself for his load, you were then brought to a surprise when he suddenly held your cheeks and began face fucking you.

You could only close your eyes at how rough he was, but it was hot and feral and you can’t help but feel drunk with arousal. In a few sharp thrusts, Zhongli came inside your mouth and filled you with his warm cum.

You would almost choke if you weren’t used to it, but with a few calm breaths, you tried to gulp in all down. However as he pulled out, globs of it came drooling down your chin and you frantically tried to put them back in.

Breathless, Zhongli watched as you struggled to swallow all of it. For some reason, it only spurred him on—his cum on your face, down your chin, hands bound and looking so debauched—it was an erotic image that had burned into his memory.

“Forgive me, but we’re not done yet.”

In a flurry of motions, Zhongli grabbed you by the arm and propped you on the wall again with your ass bent towards him. He then pulled your bottom garments down, only to be greeted by a wet patch on your underwear.

He smirked. “Now would you look at this.”

His fingers danced around your clothed hole, caressing only the surrounding area as if he was intentionally teasing you. (He is.) You could only whimper at your position, throat still too used from taking him in your mouth, yet that doesn’t mean you didn’t wish for this to happen.

“Look how ready you are,” he remarked, his fingers playing with the garter hem of your underwear; not telling when he was going to pull it down. “We might not even need to prepare you for me.”

“Z-Zhongli…! Nghh..! Please—p-please….!” You cried out, panting at how his was trying to push a finger in, but not fully.

He only hummed, as he gradually pulled your underwear down—your hole glistening and ready for him. Without warning, he lathered his fingers with saliva and pushed two digits in, making you gasp for air at the sudden entrance. Yet unlike what you were expecting, he was tormentingly slow—thrusting in and out as if you had all the time in the world.

“­Mmnh…Z-Zhongli…P-please!”

The man raised only a brow.

“Oh? For whatever reason are you pleading, YN?” He played that card again, you bit your cheek. “You have to tell me clearly or else, I’ll do as I wish.”

You would’ve made a clever quip if not for the fact that he had found a rather pleasurable spot with his fingers, which made you groan loudly.

This is too much…

You wanted to come so badly, you wanted him so badly…you…

“Nghh…! Please…please…Zhongli! Aaahh—! I want…I want it…your cock…”

“Want it where?”

“I-Inside…inside me…please…hurry…!”

Zhongli simply chuckled at your performance and removed his fingers.

“Very well. Since you told me so nicely…”

Lathering his already hard shaft with your juices, Zhongli then pushed his length inside of you. You could only moan at how much he was stretching you as he filled you up inch by inch. Soon enough, he had filled you to the hilt and began moving—of course, rather roughly.

Sharp thrusts and such brutal pounding, Zhongli continued to fuck you until you were a moaning mess underneath him. You could feel his hot and hard cock inside of you, pushing against your most sensitive spots as his deep grunts filled your ear.

“Oh…f-fuck…Z-Zhongli…! H-Harder…please…!” you wailed, as he tugged your hair and kissed you square on the lips.

“YN…ahhh….nnghh! You feel so good…!” he whispered just above your lips, tongue playing with lower lip.

He held you tightly, as he thrusted over and over, in and out—the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed across the room together with your cries and moans. You were so full of him, your walls clamping around him like a vice.

“Mnhh….f-fuck….! You’re close, aren’t you…Ngghhh—! Come with me….Y-YN…!”

“Z-Zhongli…Zhongli….y-yes…! Oh god…!”

Turning your head to him, Zhongli once again captured your lips as his pounding became more and more erratic. In a few more thrusts, you spasmed around him as you felt him fill you up with his warm seed.

You moaned loudly as you were pushed to your climax, closing your eyes as you tilted your head up—loving how the pleasure turns your head blank and electrifies your body. In an instant, you knew pushing his buttons was a good call.

As you came down from both your highs and basking at the afterglow, Zhongli nuzzled against your shoulder and peppered kisses on your skin.

“Don’t do that ever again,” he whispered, yet you simply smiled.

“I refuse,” you replied. “If hadn’t, I would’ve spent the last hour listening to wannabe historians instead of being fucked senseless.”

Zhongli only hummed and thrusted sharply inside of you; making you yelp from how sensitive you still were.

“Perhaps one still hasn’t learned their lesson…” he whispered lowly to you.

You grinned.

“Care to enlighten me for the next few hours?”

[wonlouvre]

hiii i love your writing so much! i wanted to request maybe a junhui + reader barista au >< the plot can be anything i'm just a sucker for fluff aaaa

hope you have a great day <33

you | w. jh.

pairing: barista!junhui x g.n. reader genre: fluff warnings: mentions of food (please tell me if i missed anything!) word count: 1.2k+

💌: i am currently working from home and finally managed to finish this! thank you so much for requesting anon! i hope you like it:’)

The coffee shop you frequent has a newly hired barista. You assumed that said barista is new because ever since you started taking comfort in their coffees and pastries while studying, this is the first time you’re seeing the tall and handsome man. He’s really handsome, you have to admit and emphasize that. Most especially up close, where you can fully grasp almost every detail of his sharp features; you can tell he’s out of this world. 

“Hi! I’m Junhui,” he happily greets before taking the cap off of the pen he’s holding, “What can I make for you today?”

Junhui. You remember his name and his voice. If you can fall in love with the sound of a voice, it would be his. 

You reciprocate his happiness by answering his question in great delight (pretending you don’t have two final papers due by the end of the week). You notice how Junhui’s smile grows as he gets your order down. Although he really won’t be making your drink as he takes charge of the cashier, you don’t mind. After punching in your payment, he hands you the coaster that would buzz once your order is ready. You thank him and leave a generous amount of tip. 

Not because you’re trying to impress him or give him any special treatment. You just think he deserves it. Actually, everyone in this coffee shop deserves it for how they have given you a place to study comfortably and at the same time a place to have fresh brewed coffees and baked goods. Junhui is now a new addition to the staff that you’re grateful for. 

The first meeting with Junhui was good and you thought you were off for a great start. You thought he would remember your name, your usual order or maybe even your face. But to your dismay, he doesn’t.

At all. 

It’s a little disheartening. Just a little bit. You’re pretty much torn on how you feel about him anyway. For one, you’re used to the regular baristas here greeting you every time you come in. It doesn’t matter what time or day it is. But, how come Junhui doesn’t even glance up at you unless you’re talking to him directly? 

On the other hand, you also don’t know why you have so many high expectations for him. Do you fancy him? Or are you just attracted because he’s handsome? 

Nonetheless, you ignore your disappointment and continue going to the coffee shop like how you always do. What you feel doesn’t matter anyway. What matters at the moment is you getting through the semester without any failing marks so that you can get the stress free vacation you’ve been yearning for.

You can always go to the library, but a warm cup of coffee and a decadent slice of chocolate cake is too good to turn away from. 

“Hi Junhui,” you shyly greet as you stand on the counter with your wallet at hand. 

The coffee shop is quiet right now as it is almost nine in the evening. You haven’t been going during your usual late afternoon study session due to circumstances so you haven’t seen Junhui on his regular shift. But tonight, it seems like he took the night shift. This is the first time you’re seeing him after a while. 

“Hey.” Junhui smiles, his pen ready. “I’ve been excited to see you all day.”

That last sentence makes you blink in confusion. Huh? You look behind you and the rest of your surroundings to check if he’s really talking to you. When it’s just really you that he’s talking to, you silently point a finger to your chest, confirming if it’s really really you that he’s talking to. 

Junhui only laughs. “Yes, you. Now, what can I get for you?”

You narrow your eyes at him. “What have you done to the Junhui of this place? Who are you?”

“Y/N, are you going to order or not?”

You gasp in horror (dramatically). “Did you just say my name?”

Junhui rolls his eyes. “You know what, no free cookies for you tonight.”

“No!” You hold a hand out in surrender. “Okay, okay. One cafe latte please.”

That night was both amusing and bewildering. You have no idea where the sudden turn around came over Junhui, but you will take it. 

From then on, Junhui’s smile is a little different and you can see it in his eyes. He still rarely calls your name but when he does, it’s genuine. He still asks for what you’ll be ordering, but it doesn’t bother you anymore. 

“I think scrolling through every Instagram story is not a good idea if you really want to get at least an eighty on that essay.”

In this particular study session, Junhui has kept an eagle eye on you. He’s not taking any excuses from you when he clearly ordered you to not touch your phone in exchange for a free slice of cheesecake. 

You pout when Junhui picks up your mug, pouring the refill he promised when you reached three hundred words. “Can’t I take a break now and have the cake?”

Junhui gives you a “in your wish” look while planting his other hand on his hip. “Nope. Your goal is to finish tonight so all that’s left to do is to review and revise.” 

“Since when did you become so strict,” you grumble and return your attention back to your laptop. 

“Ever since I started giving you free pastries, that’s when,” he replies and takes the chair opposite your side. 

You scowl. “I can always pay. You’re the one that’s declining.”

“I’m not complaining,” Junhui says and picks up one of your notes. 

Junhui admitted later that it was hard for him to approach you differently from how he usually addresses every customer in the coffee shop. Not because he doesn’t like you. Of course not. It was difficult because just like you, he found you cute and even cuter whenever he hears you call his name or whenever he sees your happy smile as you tell him your order (even though he already knows). 

Junhui’s guess is you make him speechless and that he gets stuck with his regular programming as a cashier slash barista catering to the caffeine needs of everyone. As much as he wants to be your Junhui, he can’t help but be blown away by you, your face, voice, presence.

You.

However, when you started to visit the cafe late and during his off, he knew he needed to change and develop your awkward encounters into something else, something intimate and affectionate in the sincerest way possible. That’s how he ended up finally and excitedly calling your name. 

That’s also the beginning of the best relationship you could ever ask for.  

“Shouldn’t you be going back to work?” You ask, confused as to why he’s lounging around. 

“Sweetheart, my shift ended thirty minutes ago.”

Your eyes widen, immediately looking at the time. It’s way past ten and you’re still here. Way past closing hours. Way past Junhui’s shift. You can’t believe you lost track of time. 

“I’m so sorry,” you apologize and quickly gather your belongings. “I didn’t notice the time.”

“Hey, hey,” Junhui calls and holds your hand to stop. “It’s okay. Calm down.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You pout and zip close your backpack. 

Junhui just gives you his signature grin and waves a hand. “I told you it’s fine.”

“Is that your excuse to keep me to yourself and stare at me all night?”

Junhui giggles. “You got me.”

[jjkpls]

the wishlist (m) - 3

“You used it.”

> genre : smut, fluff

> pairing : jeon jungkook x reader (f)

> words : 4.2k

> content/warnings : back at it again w/ the bff2l; one sided love, lot of pining; sextoys talk and use; explicit language; masturbation (f); ambiguous infidelity; awkward oc; koo being cute but insufferable

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For about a week and a half, you simply ignore the outrageous box sitting in the centre of your living room.

If you omit to remember what’s inside, it’s just a nice-looking decoration, embellishing your messy coffee table. It’s perfectly fine sitting between the unopened mails and the takeout brochures. You see Jungkook glance at it each time he comes over but he has the decency to not mention it. You might have read a little disappointment but he didn’t share it with you, not wanting to bother you, as you rightfully assumed, and in any case, you’re just doing exactly what you said you would: not use it. 

Then comes a glorious day of resting from work for you, and miraculously it matches your two closest girl friends' schedules and they owe to come over, celebrate a belated Christmas with you. And as you’re quickly tidying up the place, the question of the box being way too present here is raised again. They will ask about it. One will surely open it before you even get to answer.

The box has to go. 

And in your room, hidden in your bedside table where you know no one will peak, it goes. 

When you wake up from the fantastic, long-awaited Christmas celebration, it’s with a terrible headache. Mary, the amateur singer, received a ridiculous karaoke mic and if karaoke is involved, so is alcohol. You didn’t know that but apparently, you can get a severe almost deadly hangover from rosé. Well. Starting this new year already learning new things, how great. 

One thing that’s unchanged for this new year, as it seems, is Jungkook's talent for psychic arts. He somehow knows you need a copious breakfast made with love and by him, and the curious hangover shot only his roommate has the secret recipe of, to cope with being alive this morning. 

“Hello, Sunshine.” Your face feels so bloated and tensed at the same time like it’s made of playdoh and some devilish kid came and punched at it then squished it hard with its chubby mean fingers.

Very unpleasant.

You know you have very little to do with a ray of sunshine at the moment. You're more alike a gremlin or something. Therefore, as a gremlin would, you groan an answer. You catch through the minuscule slits you now own for eyelids a grin from him. It’s not even vexing or upsetting. His lovely, lovely smile is always a blessing. It’s the only thing that makes you not want to head back to bed and just sleep until death ensues. The pretty, pretty thing. With the big bunny front teeth. He is the sunshine. 

“Had fun last night?” He asks, still grinning, once he’s served you and himself two good plates of pancakes. He’s sitting in front of you, in front of this delicious looking good, yet he’s ogling you with a strange insistence. When he starts eating because you take too long to formulate a response, he munches slowly, still staring, instead of stuffing his face and swallow down the whole thing like a starving man, like he usually does. 

“Yeah. They spoiled me.” You say, quietly. You’re confused. You feel uneasy like there’s something you’re not getting. You hate this feeling. Usually, this friendship is filled with inside jokes you can make up exclusively via telepathy. But here you’re missing something, it feels. Or you might just be confused by the headache and possibly somehow still a bit drunk. 

“Oh did they?” The beam is even wider. You frown, nod, decide that it’s too early and your brain too foggy to try and investigate a confusion that might just be the product of your imagination. 

It doesn’t click then. It doesn’t click the next three times he asks you again, with slightly different formulations if, really, you had fun last night. 

He departs an hour later because he has an appointment with a client, as always leaving some of himself for your guilty pleasure and the marking on your eyelids of that curious grin. That curious mischievous grin. With the crooked shape, the white teeth looking menacing like a wolve’s and the eyebrows arched in suggestion.

How come such an attractive look can be so anxiety-inducing? You’re too fidgety, too confused and concerned to focus on anything. Remnants of the conversation rolling back again and again, trying to make sense of things that probably do not necessitate further explaining. 

The whole ordeal made you so nervous, you end up after an hour of trying to go about your day and failing poorly, sitting on your sofa, lotus style, eyes closed and hands turned up to the universe (hoping It might offer you some clearance It would just drop off in your palms). The thing is meditating is hard. Making so your brain would shut the fuck up is hard as hell. And you suck at it. 

Spoiler alert, you don’t reach the state of inner peace and quiet you wished to find. Instead, you make enough silence for your noggins to be more performing and suddenly it hits. Your eyes grow ten times in size, you almost fall from your sit for the shock is violent.

The moron.

You or him, probably both. 

You

I did NOT use it.

You

I put it away because the girls were coming over but I DID NOT USE IT

He simply replies with a winking emoji and you hate him for it. 

You

Jeon Jungkook, ur a dick I said I wouldnt use it EVER and I won’t, have a nice day moron. 

And again, this time, you mean it. You’ve never said anything with this much conviction in these twenty-five years of living.

Why would you now? When you now have experienced what it felt to have him look at you thinking you’ve done it. It felt mortifying without even knowing why. In all the case scenarios you could have come up with, you’ve never imagined that one. You would use it, he would know about it somehow, he wouldn’t be disgusted (it wouldn’t make sense for him to be as he is the one who offered it to you but your brain and soft ego sometimes are annoying like that), he would be amused, maybe content, but he wouldn't make you feel mortified. 

Having him considering you in a sexual position should be... cool, shouldn’t it? If you really like him that much. Maybe you were confused all along and actually, you don’t, you mistook your own feelings. 

Just a quick check of a mental picture you have of him, the fond smile growing just from his pretty face with the pretty everything on it can’t be trusted because, for all you know, everyone smiles this way when they think about him. On the other hand, the swift blush invading your cheeks when you (by accident) linger on parts you really really like about him -like his thighs or the man titties he’s been growing lately- serve to remind you that yes, yes indeed you like him. 

But he’s an asshole.

No matter how much you thought about it (and you thought about it a lot even though you’re ashamed to admit it), you've never consider it to realize, you never and you still don’t believe anything non-platonic would ever happen with him. You’re just made to be friends. The best of friends but still just friends. 

Not even taking a step but simply dipping the tips of your toes in these unknown waters turns out to be terrifying and you're mad at him because he’s putting you in this situation where you feel awfully uneasy. 

It should all remain a very personal, very intimate fantasy: your attraction for him.

He cracked the wall for a second, it felt wrong and terrible but it’s done and over with now.

It’s only you and your thoughts. 

You don’t ever mention it, he doesn’t bring it back up. Soon the season of celebrations and wishes is behind you, the world starts rolling slowly, boringly so with its lots of little annoyances and distractions and you’re not even thinking about it anymore, neither is he. 

You’re stressed out. Work is being a bitch as it does. And because it sucks most of your time and patience, the only quick way to unwind you know comes to play. 

But the hassle is not worth it. Unfortunately this you always need to realize afterwards. After having searched the internet for good masturbatory content for half an hour, working yourself for two hours and then, there’s the safety wee and the freshening up before bed, to wake up the next morning feeling like shit because of course, you sacrificed hours of sleep for an unsatisfactory outcome.

It’s not worth it.

It hasn’t been for months. Even if you’re still more able to take care of yourself and pleasure yourself better than most if not all men you’ve ever been with, something is missing: a man (or maybe just a dick). 

You feel bored and empty (in both senses). Stuck because the more you need to unwind, the more you try, the less you feel better. 

It’s the snake biting its own tail. 

Until a certain pretty blue box, sleeping inside your bedside table, recalls itself to you. It feels like a century had passed since the box arrived in your life, it doesn’t seem as scary as it used to, as stressful. The fact that Jungkook hasn’t mentioned it, might even has himself forgotten about it, help immensely. 

And it is the very moment, you forget to remember about this promise you made to him and yourself, the promise that you would not use it. 

Right about now, not only stressed and annoyed by everything but also horny for no particular reason, this dildo with the box that matches your planner sounds ideal. 

And it is ideal.

Feels like exactly what you needed. The size is not ridiculously big, it’s fairly tiny actually but given you haven’t had sex in a while, it suffices to stretch you out just fine. It’s new and exciting. The texture feels really nice, smooth, slipping perfectly right between your walls. It’s rather long, slightly curved, filling you in deep and teasing the spot that you could never even dream of reaching with your short ass fingers. And in no time (and you actually regret that) you’re on cloud 9, it’s a thought of the Santa that brought this blessing of a gift in your life that sends you there. You feel satisfied, content, fulfilled from the tip of your hair to your toes, smiling like an idiot because damn, that was a good orgasm. 

Right this moment, you feel fine about using the present. About quickly having thought about him too because it’s not that much of a big deal. He won’t know about it. He doesn’t really seem to care about your sex life anymore (which is, ironically, a blessing). Therefore why should there be a problem? Why would there be?

Apparently, you’ve underestimated the crankiness of your attitude for the few weeks that passed before the phenomenal orgasm. 

Apparently, you had been the worst kind of truculent bitch there is, to a level you didn’t even know you could reach (also no one told you!), because when Jungkook meets up with you, maybe after the third or fourth times of having used your lovely new companion, he noticed something has changed. Instantly. 

“What’s going on?” He asks with a bright smile and excited shiny eyes as if he expects you to have great news to share. 

“Nothing special...” Tilting your head to the side, you drag the words out as you try to think about it for a second, wondering if there’s something that needs to be told.

“Really?” He sucks on his banana yoghurt with eyebrows frowned, staring at you as if he’s studying you. Once the thing is empty, he tosses it in a nearby bin, crosses his arms on his chest and glares. He looks like a detective about to interrogate you. He would look intimidating if it were not for his lips, sucked in to gather the last taste of his yoghurt. “You look awfully happy.”

“Do I?” It makes you smile, shrug your shoulders. It doesn’t hit just then. It should be fine. He can’t unravel something that you don’t even have knowledge of, can he? But Jungkook is a little weasel. He loves to know everything.

Especially when it’s about you. 

“You better not be seeing anyone-“ You should wonder where this is coming from, all of a sudden. Instead, you take offence, how dares he?

“What do you mean ‘I better’? I do what-“

“Without telling me? You better not.” He has that shit-eating grin, his signature brat's smile, because he knows you can’t reach over the table to smack him in the head without risking to tip over your drinks or dip your sleeve in soja sauce. 

“Anyway. Nothing's going on.” For a second, a staring contest takes place on this convenience store's terrace. You’re not sure why. He’s daring you for no reason. Until his mouth twitches, wanting to smile and it makes you laugh so he follows along. “Were you not supposed to tell me about your next appointment?” 

“Client Amy, yes!” It shouldn’t make you laugh to hear him name her like that as it’s been his trademark to mention his clients as if they were Pokémon trainers but it does.

You’ve always thought that it’s his very personal way of living this childhood fantasy of existing within the Pokémon universe. His life is full of potential trainers. Most of the time it’s just Client Enter the Name here but sometimes it’s Baker Jin -who’s not actually a baker but a salesman at his neighbourhood’s bakery-, there’s Dancer Hoseok, who’s the main dance partner of his best friend and Roommate Park Jimin. Sometimes he calls you Friend Y/N, it’s frustratingly funny. You hate that you spill at least a nose snort at each and every single one of his stupid jokes. His grin always grows ten times bigger, his eyes twinkle in a lovely way but you know that you are encouraging him. Encouraging him to be fucking annoying, like a little brother who’s just pushing unfunny jokes too far, just keep repeating them because he knows he can get a reaction. “She wants me to tattoo the dragon from Spirited Away on her arm-“

You gasp and he smiles even wider. 

“I know, right? And I was thinking- to give it flow, I would have it- like fly through cherry blossoms.” Attentively, you listen, squinting a bit when he gets technical to try and picture the project you have a hard time making up alone in your mind.

Imagination and creativity have always been his thing. He had you impregnated with it long ago because he is too passionate and too much of a sharer to allow you to keep away from all arts -because you can’t hold a pencil straight without panicking at the idea of having to draw something- which you would have gladly done if it weren't for him. He’s the gifted one. And his drawings, either on paper, screen or skin, have always been a subject of huge admiration for you. You’re a bit ashamed to admit it but you’ve never really touched to anything really artistic. You often don’t really get it. But his stuff does something to you -and not only because you adore him but actually impartially. There’s no finesse, no pertinency, no trait nor emotion you’ve acknowledged and connected to better than the ones he creates. “You know this scene where he’s struggling against the little paper thingies and he’s flying through them and they’re going everywhere, I was thinking that, replace them with cherry blossoms. And there would be little petals like everywhere around it. Sounds cool?”

“It sounds fantastic.” You say honestly. You’re impressed by every single one of his projects. Always surprised, somehow, by the pieces he ends up making. Sometimes scrolling through the Instagram page he uses as a book, where he publishes his most elaborated, most expensive pieces and while recognizing his touch, the delicacy in his traits, the peculiar curls of certain lines, the overall feel to them, there’s always this sort of paradoxical disbelief. How could this kid make these and at the same time, who else but him to have made these?

Cute nose scrunches up. 

“I’ll send you my drawings when I’m done with them.”

“Cool.”

“Cool.” He is mimicking you. Same pose with the head nod and the leg cross. Same tone and same expression apart from the discreet light dancing in his eye. “So what’s up? You needed to talk to me about something yesterday, didn’t you?”

It takes a second for you to remember as the drastic change in your mood makes it seem the distressed text you sent him yesterday, right when you left work, was written a whole week ago. You don’t remember very well having felt so stressed and pissed off, pushed to your very limits by useless co-workers, that you felt the urgent need to rant about it all, vent your anger and frustration out to him. He was busy and didn’t answer right away. You got home, find the comfort of your sweater sitting on the warm heater and the glorious stand of your dildo and it all went away, bad mood, headache, grudges. 

Of course, it awakes a wave of shame within you. If you have been able to use it without feeling guilt nor embarrassment on your own, it’s something else to think about it in front of Jungkook. You’ve made sure not to think about this dildo in front of him ever. But here, it’s him recalling it to you without even knowing. 

Whatever, you can pretend that everything’s normal. With a barely natural cough, and the even more suspicious dismissive wave of the hand, you try to kill the conversation, “It was just my coworker getting on my nerves again, it’s whatever.”

Jungkook is watching you soundly. It’s nothing unusual for him. He’s the kind of persons that lean in when they listen to you, you never know how conscious they are of it but it’s like they really mean to make you feel important and heard. Therefore it shouldn’t worry you, he’s just doing his usual thing. 

It still makes you grow increasingly more nervous. 

It is factual that it is never “whatever”. The topic of your stupid dumb bitch of a coworker messing with you has always been a pressing subject you, every now and then, more often than you’d like, needed to ramble about to anyone willing to listen because she tended to make your life a pure living hell. The job sucks in itself but she made it a hundred times worse. And here you are, dismissing it. How suspicious. 

“When you texted me yesterday, I thought it was for something bad.” He starts, frowning and staring deep inside the empty cookie package sitting on the table. “Then I saw you earlier and I thought it was for something really good, because of your face.���

“What’s up with my face?” You try to play it cool. Play it nonchalant and oblivious. If you can’t see the aura of contentment he can visibly observe around you, surely you’ve seen the glow up your skin has encountered since you’ve started using this sex toy. Unexpected benefit of using it that wasn’t even listed on the box, the stress it’s relieved and the pleasure it’s given have just cleared your skin out. Unbelievable but true. And apparently, he noticed. 

“I don’t know. You look really... contented.”

“Contented?”

“Yeah...”

You shrug, looking down, at the crumbs on your side of the table, praying silently that the embarrassment you feel creeping up your face doesn’t show. “I’ve been used to you looking tired and all but you look-“ Like every single once of misery has been fucked out of your system. “Lately, you look... good.” The chosen adjective makes you tilt your head. For so many reasons, you didn’t expect to hear this one and for similar reasons, you don’t understand what he means. Without having you saying aloud anything, he gets your dubious grimace and chuckles, “Rejuvenated, actually.” Even worse.

To simplify in a few words, you used to look like an old decrepit hag and now that you’ve been thoroughly fucked -by yourself technically but still- you look rejuvenated. A word literally no one ever uses in real life.

You detest that he’s probably right. And now, embarrassment is not creeping but actually moving in, with all its stuff and luggage. Hopefully though, again, it doesn’t show on your stupid youthful face. “Are my compliments making you blush?”

Great. 

“You can’t make me blush, moron. And if you think those were compliments then-“ You give him big wide eyes of “well fuck” and of course he laughs at that. 

“Indeed, I can’t make you blush.” He has his serious, investigating type of expression again. You almost expect him to fetch a little notebook out of his pocket and start scribbling observations while asking you more questions. 

“What’s making you blush then?”

“I’m not blushing, it’s just hot.” His eyebrows jump in a rude disagreeing curve. You don’t get why. It can happen, to be hot outside, at the near end of Korea’s winter, while simultaneously having red and painful looking fingers on the verge of congelation desperately seeking warmth in your pockets. 

And maybe because it’s not the first time, he’s getting better at catching the signs, at drawing the lines in between the clues. Your caricatural post-orgasm happy face, your systematic defensiveness whenever the conversation is leading somehow to your sexuality, the blatant tell of shame on your cheeks when there’s nothing else ever that embarrass you in front of him. There’s only the common cause missing and quickly, ignoring completely your attempts at diverting the conversation on something else, a giant light bulb turns on on top of his head. It brings the light of understanding through his eyeballs who suddenly look extra bright. 

“You used it.” For a second, you consider packing up your things and just leave this fucking terrace along with the conversation. But you’re cold as fuck, the way home seems like too much torture to be going through alone.

Why are you like this?

Maybe there’s a vain hope that it will lead to some resolution. Some pleasant resolution. Maybe he won’t talk about it ever again if you just accept to have this conversation without showing the stubborn reluctance you’ve used each time. 

“Yes, I did. So what?” His grin is blinding. It’s one of the very very wide, very very bright ones. So wide it shows all his teeth and it doesn’t even look like the cute bunny smile anymore. It’s the predatory grin. It’s intimidating to solely focus on therefore you chose to pick the corner of his eyes and the top of his nose, all wrinkled up that have anything but intimidation to them. 

“You have no idea how happy that makes me.” You grimace. Indeed. You have no idea because you don’t even fucking understand. 

“You’re a weirdo.”

“I’m just happy you used my dildo.” You scoff and almost choke at both his phrasing and the way he so naturally says the word while you’re outside. There’s no one as dumb as you to sit outside with this weather but still, someone passing by could hear. 

Maybe there’s no deep further explanation to look for. Maybe it’s literally as simple as him getting you a present and him being happy that you found usefulness to it. Like most people. People are saddened sometimes pissed when they flop with presents. Maybe it’s that simple. 

“Don’t say it like that.” He cackles like a witch and you know, that once again he’s just messing with you, knowing exactly what to do or say to tickle your patience. 

“So I can gather it was good?” The worse of the nervous wave has passed. He asks quite nonchalantly. Perhaps it’s your ego wanting that but you hate the idea that you’d find yourself in a situation where he’s clearly more adult than you -even if on so many levels he is. If he can talk about it then you can. Try. You can try. 

“Hm. Was nice.” You kind of sound the way you do when as a teen your mom would ask you about your day and you just didn’t want to answer because of laziness, lack of interest, lack of willingness to share, but that will do. He nods, smiles with his lips tight, rather fondly. 

“How many times did you use it?”

Taking a deep breath, you mumble, shrugging faux casualness, “A few times.” More like a dozen times but he doesn’t need the details, does he? He nods again, still smiling, taking in your answer. 

“Cool.” And he’s satisfied. With the answer and the turns of events as it seems.

There you go, you did it.

You resolved the thing.

Now he can leave you alone with your fantasies and your -not his but your- dildo and there wouldn’t be any further occasion to bring it up. You might be a coward but it’s perfectly fine by you.

Sounds absolutely peachy.

If he chooses to play his part right.

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[Chapter IV: You F*cking Minx!]

Pairing: Producer/Music Major! Han Jisung x Photographer! fem! reader

Genre: NSFW! Smut; non idol au, college au, strangers to lovers

Warnings: Mature Content! strong language, masterbation (m&f) (only implied this chapter), discussion of kinks, good old nudes & teasing Jisung ;)

Chapter Word Count: 2.8k (lol minus the emojis cause APPARENTLY, they count on docs)

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You were starting to think that touching yourself every night was rather unhealthy...

It’s been over a week since you and Jisung met—a week since the both of you started your unspoken arrangement. Breathing heavily, you laid limply on your untidy bed, the only source of light available was the moon’s rays peeking through your curtains. The lower half of your body was completely rid of any clothing; the only thing covering your skin were splotches of your essence. Your phone then lit up with a notification from ‘Hannie Bear’.

1 new message(s) from Hannie Bear 🍯🧸

Hannie Bear 🍯🧸: u okay baby? do u wanna sleep now?

Using your unsoiled hand, you grabbed your phone and typed as best as you could.

Me: Nah, I still have a little bit of energy left in me

Hannie Bear 🍯🧸: really? cool lol

let’s chat for a bit

Me: Sure. Just hold on for a sec

You sat up and wiped your hand on the towel laid under you. Swinging one of your legs off the bed, you used your toes to pick up your garments from the floor, and quickly put them on. Two new notifications from Jisung appeared on your screen. You read his messages as you threw your dirted towel onto the floor.

Hannie Bear 🍯🧸: aight.

actually you know what? just call me please!

You laid back down and tapped on his icon, which now consisted of a selfie of himself from when he ‘needed to use’ your phone a few days ago, at the top of your screen to switch to the call screen. Your phone rang several times before Jisung answered. Through the phone, you could hear the faint sound of rustling and a groan.

“Hey,” he greeted with a raspy voice. You instinctively smiled when you heard him.

“Hey.”

Jisung cleared his throat before speaking. “So I was wondering, since— ah wait. Sorry, my throat’s kinda...”

“No, go ahead. I don’t mind.”

“Thanks,” he chuckled. “You should get some water too! You know, cause— yeah. After all that.”

You laughed, heart warming at his consideration. “Yeah. Thanks!” Bringing your phone with you, you walked to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water. You set the call to speaker mode before putting your phone down to drink. Hearing the hilarious way Jisung took big gulps of water almost made you choke on your water.

He let out an over-exaggerated ‘ha!’ and said with a funny voice, “Refreshing!” Hearing your snort made Jisung smile. “Okay, so now that we’re both hydrated, I’ll tell you what I’ve been thinking.” You hummed to acknowledge him. “So, you know how we’ve been doing this for almost two weeks now, right?”

“Yeah…?” You picked up your phone to go back to your room.

“Okay. Well, we never really talked about, you know, things that we like.”

“Things that we like?”

“Yeah! You know what I mean?”

‘Huh?’ You thought about it for a few seconds before realizing what he was talking about. “Ohh. Do you mean our kinks?”

“There! That.”

You scoffed playfully. “I knew this conversation was bound to happen.”

“Well, then spill, girl!” Jisung said flamboyantly. “Don’t keep me waiting!”

You giggled. “Weirdo,” you whispered, softly grunting when you plopped onto your bed. “Where do you want me to start?”

“I don’t know. I guess just tell me like, what role you like playing in bed, or if you don’t even use roles at all.”

“Well, we’ve masterbated together long enough for you to know that I don’t mind either; sex is sex and it should be enjoyable, whether or not there are sub/dom roles...but I do like being submissive.”

“Oh, right. Nice,” he snickered, “Okay, now what? Vanilla or Kinky?”

“Kinky, all that way.” Jisung wanted to laugh at how fast that answer came out. “Of course, there’s nothing wrong vanilla sex, in fact, it’s very much appreciated in this household.”

“Ahh. Someone of culture. I respect that.” The both of you chuckled. “So, what are some things you want to be done to you?”

“Like, receiving?” Jisung hummed in confirmation. “I guess I like being marked? And being praised and using pet names, but of course, who doesn’t?”

“I feel you, I feel you,” he nodded on the other side of the phone. “I like that too.”

“I also like being tied up.”

Jisung sat up, wide eyed. “Rope-bunny?!”

You guffawed, hearing him so shocked like that. “What? Surprising? Remember, no kink shaming!”

“No no! It’s not like that it’s just-” he sighed through puffed cheeks, “wow, that’s fucking hot.”

“Thanks,” you giggled. “But that’s only the beginning.”

“Shit, there’s more? Holy fuck— please tell me.”

“Overstimulation & edging, I think that’s fucking hot too.” You could hear Jisung’s breath hitch on the phone, making you smirk. “I also really like choking and being able to see myself getting fucked; I think there’s a name for it, but I forgot.”

Not hearing his reply, you snorted before continuing. “And I have the biggest breeding kink ever. You know what I say: the messier the sex, the better.” You stopped when you heard Jisung take a deep breath.

“Whoa, Y/n. I-” he signed. “Let me calm down before I pop another boner ‘cause of you.”

You felt a surge of pride run through you. “What? Too much?”

“Oh, fuck no. Just insanely hot.”

You laughed, adjusting yourself to lay on your stomach. “Too bad. There was still a lot more I wanted to say,” you grinned. “You should tell me what you like then, baby. I need to know how I could please you too.”

“Hmm,” he thought to himself for a while. “So you already know that I like filthy, kinky sex too and that I usually take up the dom role but if I have to be honest. I’ve always wanted to try subbing.”

“Really?” you smiled evilly. ‘How interesting’

“Yup. I mean, I like being babied, so I think I’d really like it.”

“Oh? Would you like to try it sometime, baby boy?”

The line went dead silent for a while, filling you with worry. All of a sudden, when you were about to ask Jisung if he was okay, he whimpered. “Please?” he muttered, and you swore you could already see him pouting. Now it was your turn to take a deep breath.

“Hold on, baby boy. We both just finished touching ourselves not too long ago. Let’s do this another time.”

“Aww...Boo. You’re no fun,” Jisung’s usual cheeky self returned.

You rolled your eyes. “Sorry, but I already came 3 times tonight. Let my vagina rest, Sung.”

“Fair,” he laughed. “Does that mean I get to sub next time?”

“Hm… If you’re nice to me, then yes.”

“Oh baby, you know i’ll be the best behavior if it means getting topped by you.”

Instead of feeling horny, you only felt playfulness behind his words. “Good. I’ll be sure to give my baby a treat tomorrow then.” Jisung cheered giddily, fueling your own amusement. “By the way, what’s with the kink talk? I mean, I knew it was gonna come eventually but still.”

You couldn’t see it, but Jisung shrugged at your question. “Well, if we’re gonna be together, then I need to know everything about you that you enjoy.” Your face dropped, your chest swelling in adoration and alarm. Not hearing a response from you made him panic. “Uh- unless you don’t wanna be a thing! That-that’s fine too...i guess, w-whatever! I just—!”

Jisung stopped when he heard you giggle. “You’re so cute, Sung.” You softly said in content. “It’s getting late, baby. I’ll see you in the morning, hm?”

“Y-yeah! See you in Jung’s class, baby!”

You ended the call then slid your phone under your pillow. Pulling your blanket all the way up to your chin, you squirmed around until you were comfortable enough to sleep. The only thing in your mind was Jisung and how much your relationship with him developed way too fast. It was a little...frightening for your fragile heart.

2nd Period; Mrs. Jung’s Renaissance Literature class. Probably the most boring class ever. Everyday, you regret ever signing up for it.

You begrudgingly walked to class, purposely taking small, slow steps so you don’t have to be there on time. However, as boring as the class is, the only reason why you find it tolerable is because it is the only class you share with Jisung. Looking up, you found yourself in front of your Literature class, much to your dismay. Grumbling, you stepped inside the room to find Jisung already at his (now) usual place at the back of the class, right beside you. ‘Weird,’ you thought, seeing how it’s usually you who comes to class before him. Jisung looked up, feeling eyes on him from the front of the class, and smiled when he saw it was just you. He gestured for you to come over to him; your heart racing as you stepped closer to him.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted happily, watching you take your seat beside him.

“Hi, Sungie,” you replied, setting your camera bag onto the floor under your legs and taking your laptop out of your bag. Feeling Jisung staring at you, you tched jokingly. “Am I that attractive that you can’t keep your eyes off of me?” you laughed. What you didn’t expect, however, was Jisung’s blunt response.

“Yes.”

“O-oh? Uh…”

“I thought I made it clear that I think you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen in my life,” he said truthfully, giving you a bright smile. Your eyes were wide, face heating up at his straight-forwardness. He threw you a flirty wink and chuckled, going back to sit up straight at his own seat. Flustered, you hid your face with your hoodie, tightening the drawstrings to further conceal your blush. From beside you, you could hear Jisung snort, trying not to laugh at you. Before you could scold him, the bell rang and Mrs. Jung entered the class.

Jisung’s drowsy eyes wandered the whole room for the umpteenth time. His ears only shut out the mundane information his instructor was teaching. Something about a Scottish poet named George Lauder being responsible for the advancement of the steel industry or whatever? ‘Man, what does that have to do with the renaissance era?’ It’s only been 30 minutes since the class started and he already wanted to get out of here. No matter how hard he tried focusing on the lesson, the words only went through one ear and out the other. Needless to say, it way too uninteresting for him to retain anything.

His eyes then traveled to your hunched form. He had to resist the urge to pull out his phone and take a picture of your cute face all scrunched up in concentration, your figure engulfed by the oversized purple hoodie you were wearing. In the midst of his ogling, Jisung felt a gentle kick on his right leg. His eyes focused to finally notice you side eyeing him. It was as if you were telling him ‘pay attention or else’. All he did was grin and continued gawking at you.

You rolled your eyes, deciding to not mind him and try paying attention to Mrs. Jung; even if you yourself thought the class was boring as hell. You then feel a warm hand on your left thigh. Since it was just Jisung, you shrugged his hand off of you and typed in the shared doc you both created just to talk in this class. You typed:

‘What are you doing?’

Leaning over to his own screen, Jisung read the message on his laptop then replied.

‘babe i’m sorry but i’m so fucking bored’

‘Me too, but you gotta pay attention, baby boy’

‘hmm i love it when you call me baby boy ;)’

You side-glanced him with a ‘are you serious?’ look while he merely smirked, wiggling his eyebrows as if it would seduce you.

‘Funny. Don’t you dare get horny in the middle of class, Han Jisung!’

‘:)’

Jisung made a quiet sputtering noise as he put his head down onto the table. From the corner of your eyes, you could see him fiddling his platform sneakers with his feet. You restrained yourself from laughing at him. He looked exactly like an annoyed kid on the verge of throwing a tantrum. You shook your head. ‘The poor man is really trying’

Sneakily sliding your phone into your pocket, you stood up from your seat, the chair making a slight screech, catching Jisung’s—as well several other students’— brief attention, to head to the front of the class. Signing your name into the ‘restroom log’, you briefly pointed to the door when you made eye contact with Mrs. Jung, and went to the restroom. You grinned to yourself, thinking about how Jisung would react to his little gift.

The painfully bored boy watched as you left the room. He pouted, his boredom only increased tenfold without you. He went back to his laptop, clicking on another tab to do something, when he felt his phone vibrate from his back pocket. He jolted. ‘Who the hell would text me while I’m in the middle of class?’ Jisung slowly took out his phone to check his notifications. Seeing your name on the screen, he stared in confusion.

‘Y/n? What’re you doing?’ Glancing to see if Mrs. Jung could see him, he unlocked his phone to read your message.

My baby 💘: Remember what I said last night?

Many thoughts, none of which were pg, raced through his mind. ‘What exactly are you talking about?’ He adjusted his keyboard to properly type with one hand.

Me: depends

are we talking about me subbing or your “gift”?

My baby 💘: Hmm sure. You’ll see 😉

Jisung nearly let out an audible ‘huh?’ because of your rather cryptic message. Not wanting to get caught, he hid his phone between his legs and waited for your next text. After almost a minute, this phone vibrated again. Big Mistake…

Strike 1!

‘God, Han Jisung, you fucking idiot!’ The shock unintentionally sent waves of pleasure between his legs, almost coaxing out a whimper from his mouth. He cleared throat, trying to ignore the erection that was threatening to pop up, and inconspicuously took his phone.

Strike 2!

If Jisung died at that very moment, then he wouldn’t even be mad. No regrets or anger whatsoever for his eyes was blessed with the most salacious photo of yourself. There you were, sweater pulled up to show off the lacy red bra that adorned your breasts—your arms deliberately squeezing them together to make them even more tempting than they already are—and pants pulled down enough to show a cheeky glimpse of the matching set of panties hugging your hips. Jisung swore he could feel his blood rushing to his dick and nose; he even went as far as wiping it in case he really did get a nosebleed.

‘Y/n, you minx...’’

Me: baby…

what you’re doing is very dangerous for the both of us

My baby 💘: Oh? Are you sure you didn’t forget what we talked about, baby boy

Jisung anxiously looked back and forth from his phone to his teacher. He covered his mouth when you sent another shameless nude to him. Now it was a picture of your hands cupping your breasts, your bra unclasped, threatening to slide off your shoulders. How you managed to take the photo was beyond Jisung’s comprehension. Though, now that he’s as turned on as a horny 13 year old boy on a porn site for the very first time, it’s safe to say that there was nothing on his mind except you, and you only.

He set his keyboard back to its default mode and put his head down, fingers hastily tapping on his phone to reply.

Me: come on baby

please don’t do this to me

i’m hard. i really popped a boner in the middle of class…

this is fucking embarrassing

Jisung just knew that you were laughing at him, finding great joy in his predicament. He subtly adjusted himself to do something about his hard-on. ‘So fucking embarrassing’ He blushed, biting his lip. He silently prayed to whatever deity out there that his erection was unnoticeable through his sweatpants; he was so grateful that you two sat at the back of the class. His phone buzzed again, it was another message from you.

Strike 3!

He’s out…

My baby 💘: It’s mommy for you today, baby boy 😉😉

Above was a picture of you...Bra hanging from your mouth...Your pearly teeth biting down on one of the straps...Pants off...Panties moved to the side...Showing off your dripping core to the camera...Your fingers threatening to slide inside your core…

Somebody please help this poor man. He might get a heart attack because of you. And if he doesn’t die from that, then it might be because of the rage of sexual frustration he felt when you came back with a seemingly innocent smile on your face. Jisung was just lucky nobody noticed his hard cock throbbing the rest of the session. More importantly, thank god Mrs. Jung is an oblivious old woman.

‘Y/n L/n, you FUCKING MINX!’

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BonelyHearts Reader Insert

{Female!ReaderXSkeleton household}

Camping! Pt.1

It was nippy outside, no question there. But you couldn’t beat the sheer beauty of it all. The field was vast and filled with rolling hills turning the loveliest shades of tan from the upcoming winter season. There was not a tree for miles around. You stretched your arms back, breathing in that beautiful air, it was so crisp it would put an apple’s skin to shame. You let out a long breath, watching it curl into its own cloud before quickly dissipating.

“So pretty here...” you whispered to yourself.

“Human! Have you found a spot yet?!”

You turn to see your gaggle of skeleton friends all unloading things from the van, you smile and wave to Papyrus.

“One sec ok I think I found a great spot for us all!”

Happily you half-jogged down the little hill you were standing on and scoped out a nice spot, it was flat and void of twigs and leaves. You stamped the ground to be sure there weren’t any spots waterlogged from rain, but no the ground was perfectly dry and level.

Back up the hill you run and call out. “Guys over here, I found the perfect spot!”

Back down you raced and skipped around the spot, the first skeleton over the hill was Blue with the picnic table; a perfect sign that this spot is claimed by someone. Blue hands you the table and you set it up, he runs back over the hill. The next skeleton to come over the hill is Papyrus with some of the chairs, all neatly marked with everyone’s name on the back of each unique chair, including yours.

You take them and set them up in a line; to both keep them out of the way and to let everyone choose where they’d like to sit when things get ready. Boss and Ash were the next couple of skeletons over the hill bringing the tents. Poplar was close behind carrying some bags, Nox and Rus were the next two over the threshold carrying two large boxes.

You rushed back up the hill to the van and met up with Red and Sans who were digging stuff out of the van. You came up and collected what they just took out and went back to the spot, you set the things down and went back for more. Stretch passed you carrying some of the sleeping bags. You couldn’t help but imagine everyone plus yourself as a bunch of worker ants. You were the one to get the last of the things, the box labeled ‘plates, utensils and cleanup’.

You just reached over the crest of the hill, you watched as Boss and Papyrus began laying out the tarps for some of the tents while Nox and Blue set up the canopy tent, Stretch and Rus were getting the sleeping bags sorted out. Of course Sans was already napping in his chair, you walked over to Ash, Poplar and Red who were getting the portable fire pit ready. You set the things down and grabbed a bucket nearby, you turned to the skeletons.

“I’m gonna go get some water and firewood!”

“Wait human!” You paused as Papyrus walked up to you...Sans neatly tucked under one arm. “Take Sans with you, he needs to do something productive instead of lazing about!”

Sans gave you shrug after Papyrus sat him down, you smile and take his hand.

“Its not that far, lets go lazy bones.” You just had to giggle seeing the blush form on his face.

You and Sans didn’t have far to walk, the communal area was at least just a yard away. You paid for fire wood, making sure to have extra just in case also filling the bucket up with water. You told Sans to teleport the wood back to the campsite you’d be fine walking back with the bucket.

“Actually, I got a better idea.” Taking your hand and in a blink of an eye, the both of you were back at the campsite, firewood and water in hand.

“Ah you’re back! That was quick!” Papyrus took the bucket from you as Sans sat the fire wood down by Red.

“The hell- I don’t know how to start a damn fire, why you putting it by me?” Red growled.

“Well someone’s gotta know, other wise we’re gonna be ‘burned out’ by the end of this.” Sans chuckled, a echo of groans is heard.

You took the initiative, while Sans and Red went back and forth you began setting things up for the fire. Ash and Poplar watched, you balled up some dry-dead grass and layered some small twigs on it. Taking out a lighter you packed you lite the grass, after you got the smaller fire going you started layering on the wood. In a matter of a few minutes you had a nice fire all set.

“Fires ready.” You said, you felt a little proud seeing everyone’s expressions.

“Anything else that needs to be done?” You asked, surveying the layout.

“If you could set up the cooking station under the canopy that would be nice.” Said Poplar, Ash helping him stand up.

Nodding you went to the canopy and start unpacking, you unpacked the snacks first but kept the perishables like the fish inside the cooler along with the vegetables. You took out a large pot, pasta, ramen and other things and set them on a separate fold-out table; preparations for tonight’s dinner. You had just set out the last of the snacks when you heard Nox curse, you look to see him knelt down by a peg and holding his hand.

“Nox, you ok?” You walk over.

“I’m fine, I just caught the side of my hand with the hammer.”

You were quick to take his hand and inspect it, a habit of yours whenever someone had gotten an injury no matter how minor it was. Nox grumbles but doesn’t take his hand away, you gently rub his hand between yours to sooth the wound before standing back up. Giving him a sweet smile, was it your imagination or was he blushing.

“I’m setting up some snacks for when you boys are done, drinks too; I’ll let you know when there done.” You left before he could give you a reply, you had a task to complete.

You arranged the small snack bags into two groups, one side was for the shorter skeletons the other for the taller skeletons. Of course it had everyone’s name written on the baggies but this just made it simpler. Next were the drinks, coco and coffee. You took great pains to make sure the coffee was just right too, you brought a special hand grinder for the coffee beans.

The coco you decided was going to be just as special, you were going to make it just like how your parents did back when you were really small. As you were finishing everything up, something caught your attention. You turned and saw at least a few yards away a giant RV party bus pull in, it was blaring popular club music, you could feel the ground vibrating from it. You wrinkled your nose a little, the smug oozing off the thing was almost too much. You tried to tell yourself it might just be a family and their kids put the music on loud as a joke.....you were dead wrong. The people that stepped out were four young men. You wrinkled your nose again, everyone else around the campground were either elderly/young couples or families. Not these wannabe campers...

You turned back to your task, just ignore them and things would be fine. You took the pot of hot coco and poured them into some mugs, next was the coffee and whatever the boys put in their coffee. You basically memorized everything these boys put in their drinks. You had just finished pouring the last cup when you heard Papyrus’s triumphant laugh. You turn to find a rather impressive sight, three tents but they were all connected with small extension tunnels, length maybe a single meter?

“Whoa...” you whispered.

You had two large tents sandwiching a slightly smaller one in the middle, you walked over and marveled at them. Papyrus walked over, his hand proudly placed on his hips and chest puffed high.

“Yes a magnificent sight indeed human! A friend of ours lent this to us, the tent on the left over here is where I, Boss, Poplar, Rus and Stretch will sleep. Our brothers will be in the tent on the far right and you will have the center tent!”

You blinked, the center tent was yours? You unzipped the front and looked inside, for goodness sake the center tent could fit five fully grown adults it was so huge! It had pockets to fit your phone too, you looked to and saw two opening ‘doorways’? Tentways? Whatever it was called you looked inside and goodness both sides were massive, but then again it probably was for the best since they were fitting five tall skeletons...and five short ones. Thankfully you found you could zip up both sides for privacy.

“What do you think human?” Asked Papyrus.

“Really amazing!” You couldn’t lie, this was impressive.

“Nyeheheh! Thank you human!”

“Well I’m glad your done cause I’ve just finish setting up the kitchen and have some hot drinks and snacks ready.”

You turned to get the drinks as Papyrus called everyone together, the skeletons all propped their chairs around the fire as you passed out their snacks, coco and coffee. You made yourself a cup of warm butterfly pea tea and sat down in your own chair. Rus softly blew across the top of his coco to cool it down before taking a sip of it, you smiled seeing his eyes light up.

“W-Wow...did you buy a new coco brand?” Rus looked at you, stars dancing in his eyes.

“No, I just made coco the way my parents did. No instant coco or coffee for this camping trip!” You giggle.

Ash smiled wildly as he tasted his coco along with his brother, Nox was inspecting his coffee, inhaling its steam to be sure you did a proper job in preparing his drink. You slyly rolled your eyes but didn’t hold it against him, good coffee is hard to come by or make right. Stretch though was not as picky and spoke up.

“Heeeeey this is pretty good, you sure you didn’t use the instant stuff?”

You knew he was poking fun at you but shook your head, you turned back to Nox, you caught a glimpse of his eyes going wide before returning to normal...followed by a fox like grin.

“Well my dear you certainly have been paying attention to my lessons on coffee haven’t you?” He purred.

“Yes, even I must admit you do have a way with making a good cup of coffee.” Replied Boss sipping his own cup.

Blue, much like Rus had stars dancing in his eyes, if the coffee was a little more cooler he might have chugged his entire mug down in a single go but it was still nice and hot so he had no choice but to sip. Red seemed to be restraining himself from downing his own cup as well. Papyrus and Sans were the last to speak up.

“Wowie human this is truly amazing!”

“Yeah, what did you buy?” Asked Sans, looking into his cup.

You smiled. “If you really want to know, I used milk, butter, sugar and coco powder all mixed together in a small cooking pot. My parents would make that kind of coco all the time in winter when I was really little, when I heard we were going camping I thought I’d share it with you guys.”

“Thats really nice...” said Ash, you smile at him...you were making a lot of skeletons blush today.

Papyrus spoke up next.

“So human, what shall we do now that we’re set up?”

[To be continued..]

[A fanfic reader insert for the fan-game @bonelyheartsclub I hope you enjoy and I will be planning more in the future with gender neutral or male centered readers, I hope you enjoy. Also I kinda guessed on what drinks the boys would like so don’t rag on me about getting drink choices mixed up ok? I’ll make corrections when I learn more about the boys]

[seostudios]

mark’s dad.

pairing: johnny x fem!readr

genre: fluff + smut (like little angst) info: dilf!johnny, son!mark, best-friend!mark, aged-up!johnny warnings: age gap, unprotected sex, masturbation (fem) wc: 2.1k

note: hi i wrote this on my phone at like 1-3 in the morning... sorry if it’s bad but i wanted to put out something! i hope you guys enjoy it though cause dilf!johnny is so sexy

i think my son ditched you for haechan today, dear.” mr.suh informed you as you stood respectively in front of him, wearing an oversized sweater and basketball shorts. “aw man, i drove all this way for a movie with mark, and he ditched me for his other best friend...” you quietly sneer, the obvious jealously making an appearance. johnny chuckled, hands resting on his hips. he felt bad you came all this way for a simple movie night. “how about this?” your eyes look up, to the terrifyingly good looking man. “i will treat you to a movie and popcorn!” he suggested, knowing very damn well he’s going out of his way to possibly spend time with his son’s best friend, who he has known since they were sewed to the hip in sophomore year, now in university. “i-i don’t think that’s be appropriate,” “why? because i’d like to spend time and get to know the friend and possible love interest of my son? i don’t see any harm in that. i’ll get my coat.” he quickly responded, saving himself.

you knew he said you’d watch a movie together but you didn’t expect to get yourself two tickets to go watch a movie at an actual theatre. “that was amazing mr.suh-“ johnny looks down at your tiny figure holding the popcorn, “-i mean johnny!” if you’re being honest now, it was really nice getting to know johnny, besides the age difference and the possible complications with your amazing friendship with his son, you liked him. making your way over to his car, you listen on as he rambles about how he hasn’t this much of an outing since mark was in high school. “now he’s clinging onto me like we’re dudes, like i’m his dad not his bro.” he laughed, starting the car. “that’s so sweet though!! my mom never gave an effort to trying to be my friend even when i tried,” although you kind of party pooped the mood, you can literally reverse uno it right there. “but whatever!! she still brings me shopping which is good enough,”

nearing midnight and you know god damn well your mom would’ve killed you if she knew you took a taxi home alone in the middle of the night. johnny picked up on this, and even if he saw you in a new light today, a light which could possibly ruin his relationship with his son and a possible one with you, he couldn’t have let you home alone. “you know what? marks sleeping over at haechan’s anyway. i’ll call your mom and tell her you should stay over.” nodding, you let yourself in and up into his (messy) bedroom.

“hope you enjoy peanut butter and jelly for dinner, i kind of forgot to buy groceries...” johnny said handing you a plate of mini sandwiches. you mutter a quick thanks before digging in. tonight you saw johnny not as mr.suh but as johnny, the hot ass mother fucking dilf of the neighbourhood. you thought you were just a regular teenager to him, but you thought wrong. feeling his gaze on your exposed neck, lips. how his breathing would quicken whenever you leaned in to grab another sandwich. “wanna watch america’s got talent?” you asked pointing towards the couch. he shrugs agreeing, “why not?”

you had insisted on cleaning the dishes, i mean it was the least you could do. “so what’s the point of this whole show? to humiliate people or actually scout out people?!” johnny questioned staring at the screen, not noticing how you went from being on opposite ends of the couch to being almost inches away. should you initiate something? no, that would be overstepping into something erasable.

“this is so wrong,” you tell yourself before abruptly standing up. johnny turns his attention to you, trying to foreshadow your next moves. however, he didn’t expect for you to turn back around and straddle on his lap, “whoa..” he said, gripping onto your hips. “i want you.” his mind goes blur momentarily, “i-i cant, your my son’s best friend...” god, you looked so hot with your shorts bunched up as far as they could as you slowly grinder down onto his (huge) clothed cock. “fu..fuck,” he moans aloud, pushing all thoughts aside except for the one that kept telling him to ruin you tonight. the night was going better than planned, since you were in straddled on a topless johnny with only your bra and shorts on... probably a good twenty five minutes into kiss play, but mark chose the best time to unintentionally cockblock you and his dad. “y/n!!”mark shouted through the phone loud enough for johnny to hear (and the speaker wasn’t even on!) “yes markie?” you cooed, using one hand to speak on the phone and the other to signal johnny to keep it quiet. your hands trailed overtop your breasts, cupping them through your bra and pinching your hardened nipples, soon bringing your cold fingers down to the waistband of your shorts. “it’s fine. we can always watch a movie next weekend, i literally see you everyday! go hang out with hyuck,” you encouraged. past the waistband and under the hello kitty panties your hand comes in contact with your sensitive (dripping) folds. “a-ah, m..mark i gotta go...” “are you getting laid or something? i’m out.” he quickly ends the phone and you made sure to turn on ‘do not disturb’ incase he calls again.

“go on, i’ll watch.” johnny said seductively observing you as you toyed with your sensitive clot. “i’m close johnny!” you quietly moan into his ear, rubbing faster. “cum on your fingers, now.” he ordered, feeling you twitch underneath him, grinding as you had an orgasm. “dirty girl...” he groans watching you pull your fingers up to suck dry. now, you were a filthy girl, tasting yourself without being told to, cumming in your panties which you knew damn might have to force you to go commando tonight in marks bed. it was like a slap in the face when johnny lifted you up to stand, “it’s late. i- we should head to bed... i can give you some new shorts... since you know,” he quickly stammered before swiping his shirt off the floor, heading upstairs.

it was almost nine in the morning when you woke up, you knew johnny woke up around seven to eight so the sizzling smell of bacon wasn’t just some evil mind games. after last night, you felt, intense shame and guilt. did you seriously just betray your best friend for a lousy orgasm you could’ve done alone in the bathroom. “your up! i made breakfast, go ahead and dig in, i’m just gonna be cleaning up my bedroom.” he sounded as if you didn’t cum all over his lap not even 12 hours ago, but i guess he shouldn’t dwell in the past especially this time.

“mr.suh! my mom’s here! thank you... goodbye!” you shout from the front door. “anytime! bye!” he replies before you jolt out the door.

it’s been a couple days and johnny hasn’t left your mind. you always think about what stopped him, was it the age? your friendship with mark? that fucking phone call? johnny and you that night was like no other, you saw him for johnny, not mr.suh and it made your panties soak at every thought. how his ink black hair is always combed and in the most attractive middle part, how his broad should could feel when you hold yourself while being railed by his enormous cock. it was big, would it even fit? you’ve been with men before but the bulge you felt poking you in then thigh was something else compared to the other men.

you roamed his mind freely too. spending his day drinking hours, pondering over you, will you just slap him in the face and let him know you want him and you don’t care? he hopes. but it’s wrong. “dad! y/n’s coming over to study today,” mark shouted running down the stairs to his father. “so don’t snatch her up and take her away for a movie date, we got an exam this monday.” he said nonchalantly, the mention of their little outing slipping oh too casually. “w-what?” he asked surprised. “yeah yeah, i know about your little date and hook up” “- we didn’t hook up.” johnny interrupted, “well whatever you were doing for her to end my phone call like that,” he goes to the fridge to grab some milk, “so...” johnny said, eager on his son’s say on this. “so..? do you want me to be mad, dad?” i was lying if i said johnny was chill now... “no!!!!” he shouted, which earns a couple laughs from mark. “hey, dad,” mark sits down infront of his father. “it’s okay, y/n probably likes you back so you can do whatever you want with her, except hurt her cause i’ll kill you.” he deadpans before letting him off with a laugh. “so she can be your new mom for all you care?” he asked, playfully of course, waiting for the “hell no” and “what the fuck dad?!” to come but... “i mean she bags and tells me what to do, she helps me with school, laundry and chicks so... i don’t see why not,”

ding ding ding ding ding ding now what? hopping off the bean bag you were binge watching the office on, you head over to the door, not caring what you look like, just shut up to whoever had the audacity to spam a doorbell. “hello?!” you look up, “hey y/n,” johnny said with a small daisy in his hand.

“let me be your boyfriend,”

“what about mark?” you asked, staring at your feet wiggle in anticipation. hoping he’d tell you he doesn’t care and we could do whatever we wanted to. “funny you asked, he said for all he cares you could be his step mom.” you threw your head back laughing “he what?! no he didn’t....” the laughter dies down soon enough to get back to seriously listening in on what he has to say but did mark really not care? “your girlfriend huh?” you asked, raising a brow. he nodded. johnny proceeds to take the daisy and place it behind your ear, “you look like shit, but that is sexy as fuck.” he said, caressing your cheek before leaning in to place a peck on your lips.

“i don’t get why you drove half an hour here to say that, when i was already coming over to study.” you tell your boyfriend, johnny, as your backs his mattress. it was seriously an eventful day, wasn’t it? “i thought i should be romantic,” he shrugged turning to his side to wrap his large arms around your waist pulling you in closer. “i like this...” he mumbled into your hair, slowly drifting off to sleep.

“are you falling asleep?! we need to leave in ten minutes!!” you shouted, attempting to free yourself from his hold but he was knocked out and not letting go any time soon. “i hate you.” “i think it’s the quiet opposite y/n dear,” he replied, burying himself in the blanket, bringing you with him. “now let’s take a quick nap, mark can wait,” you sigh in defeat, “okay fine... twenty minutes!”

five months later, and you couldn’t believe having a relationship with your best friends dad was oddly working out perfectly. “johnny! fuck! baby your so good!” you whine as he penetrates into you against the wall. your legs wrapped around his waist as his cock rubs around your g-spot stimulating you into your third orgasm of that night. mark had recently gone travelling with jeno for fun so that meant you and johnny could’ve have your own fun in the empty house. “you can cum for me one more time can’t you?” he begged, placing you on the kitchen counter, kissing down your stomach. “answer me...” he sucks harhly on your clit. “yes! i can!!” you whined, squirming feeling johnny licking up your juicie; which sure as hell was mixed with his own cum, lapping his tongue around until you were shaking under his mouth and curling your toes to his mouth’s magic. “i’m- i’m cumming!!” you scream, releasing your juices onto the man’s face. “my favourite meal of the day.” he playfully joked before pinching your nipple. “tired?” he asked, as if he hadn’t been using you as a cum dump for hours. “mhm,” you reply opening your arms for him to carry you up, because “no way in hell am i walking up the stairs today after being railed by a monster cock.” you said snorting with a laugh. nonetheless, johnny swoops you up and gracefully carried you up and into his bed, “we can clean up tomorrow, let’s sleep now.” he said, feeling you wrap around him like a koala. “mmm goodnight... i love you,” you said in the crock of his neck, right below his ear before drifting off, “love you too,”

[bonnyskies]

come back to me [sixteen] ⇢ jjk

you’re willing to do anything to save your marriage, even if that meant you’d have to sacrifice your own happiness to do so.

pairing — husband!jungkook x malereader, ft. ceo!jaehyun

genre — angst, sexual themes, idol au, exes to lovers-ish au, open relationship au, marriage au, parents au

series warnings — infidelity (kinda?), swearing, bisexual!jungkook, jealous!jungkook, insecure!reader, unhealthy relationship, unrequited love-ish, slow burn, use of alcohol, mentions of divorce problems, (more could be added in future chapters)

word count — 3k

author’s note — this is the last chapter of the hawaii storyline, everybody.

masterlist

“Oh my god, you two kissed—mhm!”

Aerum’s words were muffled from your hand over her mouth. “Can you shut up, please?” You hushed her, eyes darting over at Jungkook who was seated on the sand beside Minho, both building a castle nearly six feet away. “Why are flipping out? It was just a kiss, not a big deal...”

“Just a kiss?” Aerum mumbled questioningly through your hand. “When was the last time you two even kissed each other—a year?”

And when you didn’t reply, that was enough. “So yes, you two kissing is a big deal.”

“So what happened after that?” She continues to ask, the question making you fidget the hem of your swim shirt.

“Nothing,” you answered bluntly. “We just went to bed afterwards—separate beds,” you quickly added, noticing your cousin’s raised brow.

“Oh, really?” Aerum smirked, “So underneath your swim shirt I won’t find marks all over your body, right?”

You shook your head, “Nope.”

You weren’t lying exactly, but you also weren’t telling the full truth. The truth was, is that you and Jungkook almost did go all the way last night.

The memories you two reconnecting your lips and him carrying you to the living room’s couch filled your mind. His shirt discarded on the floor, revealing his toned torso and his hands running along your still fully clothed body while one of your own hands was shoved down his pants, pumping his long, thick—

Stop {Name}, your mind scolded.

If Minho hadn’t woken up and called out for you from your bedroom, you and Jungkook surely would have “done the deed” right on the living room’s couch.

“So, you guys didn’t talk about what you two want after kissing?” More and more questions continued coming out Aerum’s mouth, tearing you out of your thoughts. “Are you two back together then? Is he moving back in with you?”

You shook your head again. “I don’t know.”

“Are you going to talk to him it?”

You stayed silent at first. “It’s not like I don’t want to, it’s just ever since last night me and Jungkook haven’t had any alone time together. This morning we had breakfast with Minho, and right after that my eomma showed up asking if we wanted to go to the beach.”

“Well why don’t you talk to him now?” She asks.

“Because he’s playing with Minho,” you point where they were still building their sandcastle. “They’re busy right now—”

“Hey.”

At the sound of Jungkook’s voice, you and Aerum turned to see him running towards you two, blushing immediately creeping on your cheeks at the sight of his muscular torso.

“Hey,” you replied back softly, lowering your head to hide your flustered expression.

Jungkook grinned, fully aware of your flushed cheeks. “Minho wants some shave ice, do you two want anything?”

“He’ll go with you!” Aerum answers for you, flashing you a quick wink and smile before turning back towards Jungkook. “I’ll go help Minho finish his castle while you two get the shave ice—I want cherry, please.”

Before you could say anything else, she was already walking away and going towards Minho, leaving you and Jungkook alone with each other.

“Alright, let’s go.” He spoke up, eyeing you for a brief moment until you gave him a small nod.

The two of you walking alone together was quite awkward, and tense. But it wasn’t the same atmosphere you two shared in the past. No, it was more like “first-date jitters” instead of “i don’t want to be near this person” kind of feeling.

Occasionally, while walking you would feel Jungkook brush his hand up against yours and on instinct, you would retract yours and keep it firm by your side. You could see the frown that would form on his lips, but you couldn’t help yourself. Ever since last night you felt anxious around him, as if you two were meeting each other again for the first time.

When getting to the stand, you stayed behind Jungkook while he ordered, keeping your eyes focused on the ground until he spoke up, breaking you out of your thoughts. “Hey, what kind of flavor of shave ice do you want?”

“Strawberry, please.” You answered in barely under a whisper, but still loud enough for him to hear.

“—and two strawberries.”

After paying for the shave ice, you and Jungkook began to head back to where your guys’ beach chairs were, which was near where Minho and Aerum are right now. But this time, instead of rushing back you two were taking your time, not wanting to risk dropping any of the shave ices.

“Minho buddy, your shave ice is here!” Jungkook shouted, an instant smile growing on your son’s face as he ran over you two and took both his and Aerum’s shave ice out of your hands, saying a quick “thank you” before going back to his sand castle where your cousin was waiting for him.

You and Jungkook then took your seats beside each other, which happened to be only a couple inches apart. Taking your first bite, your eyes darted towards him, staring at him as he ate his shave ice and watched Minho attempt to build his sandcastle while eating.

Noticing your staring, Jungkook spoke up. “Yes?”

Your eyes widened, “W-What?”

“You’re staring at me.”

“S-Sorry,” you quickly apologized, lowering your head to hide the blush on your cheeks and shoving a spoonful of your shave ice into your mouth.

Jungkook sighed, lowering his cup from his mouth and turning towards you, concern clear in his eyes. “Are you alright?”

When you nodded, still refusing to meet his gaze, Jungkook continued. “You know you can talk to me, right?”

Again, you only nodded.

After a brief silence, Jungkook spoke up again. “I’m sorry for kissing you last night. I shouldn’t have done that, it was wrong for me to do—”

“No, it’s not that!” You quickly interrupted him, eyes wide with panic.

Jungkook stared at you confusingly. “Then, what’s wrong?”

He was positive that what happened last night was the reason for your change in behavior, but perhaps he was wrong.

“The kiss was fine—great even,” you started, “—but what we did after, was wrong. We were moving pretty fast last night and that shouldn’t have happened.”

Jungkook nodded, keeping his head low. “Okay.”

“That doesn’t mean I don’t want to give us another chance because I do,” you quickly add, noticing his expression change. “But we can’t go back to how it was before, at least not now. It’ll take some time until our relationship returns to the way to used to be, ya know?”

“I understand...”

Noticing his frowning expression, you spoke up. “Are you okay with that?”

Jungkook eyes widened and instantly nodded. “Y-Yes, yes! I don’t care if it takes the rest of our lives, I’ll prove to you that I’m worthy to be your husband again.”

You couldn’t help but feel your heart flutter by his words, a smile creeping onto your lips.

You had no idea why you agreed to this.

Since it was everyone’s last day in Hawaii, Aerum and your other cousins decided to have one last get together while your mother and her siblings—your grandmothers went to do something else as well.

So that’s how you ended up in this situation, hanging out on the hotel’s roof with Jungkook and your cousins, playing a naughty version of “Never Have I Ever” together.

“Don’t you think we’re kind of too old to be playing this type of game?” You ask, trying to persuade at least some of your family members out of it.

“Not the way we’re going to be playing it,” one of your cousins stated, smirking.

“Come on, {Name}. It’ll be fun,” your cousin, Eunae reassured you while handing you a beer.

You hesitantly took it, turning your head to Jungkook who was sitting right beside you also accepting a beer from one of your cousins. You didn’t say anything this time, only leaning back against your chair and feeling Jungkook’s other arm brush up against your back from behind your chair.

Jungkook tensed when feeling your back resting against his arm. Not knowing whether or not he was crossing a line, he attempted to pull his arm away but was stopped by your other hand wrapping around his wrist, keeping his arm in place around your shoulders. He glanced down at you for assurance, and when you nodded, he smiled. He even tightened his arm around you and pulled you closer to his body to where your side was nearly pressed up against his.

“Okay, who wants to go first?”

“I’ll go first,” one of your cousins volunteered. “Never have I ever, had sex before marriage.”

You nearly choked on first question while most of your cousins already drank to it.

Already jumping into personal sex questions? Your mind gasped. Not even bothering to have any warm up ones first or anything?

But nonetheless, you took a sip of your beer, along with Jungkook.

“That one was so boring,” one of your other cousins, Sungho complained, taking another gulp of his beer.

“Well, why don’t you try then asshole?”

“I will,” he then scoffed playfully before saying, “Never have I ever, had sex when there were friends around.”

You and Jungkook shared a glance before taking another sip, the brief memory flashing through your mind.

Jungkook just got back from a three month long tour and he couldn’t wait to have you. Despite his hyungs being in the dorms as well, he didn’t hesitate to take you to his room and show you just how much he had missed you while being away.

“Alright, me next.” Eunae then spoke up. “Never have I ever, had sex when there were family members around.”

Again, you and Jungkook drank.

“Oh my god,” Aerum gasps. “When?”

“Which time?” Jungkook teases, making you blush and nudge his side, causing him to glance at you with a small smirk on his lips. “What, I’m just wondering which specific moment she wanted to know.”

“They have a kid, darling.” Derek then mentions, arm tight around your cousin’s waist. “That’s what he meant—”

Jungkook interrupts him, continuing to tease. “Oh, I’m not talking about Minho...”

“S-Stop,” you couldn’t help but chuckle, the amount of blush on your cheeks growing even more.

Noticing your flushed expression, Jungkook bent down and pressed lips against your head, a gesture he did whenever trying to sooth or calm you down. He wasn’t even aware of himself doing it, it was just something that he was so used to doing that it became a habit, an instinct whenever he knew you were either feeling nervous, embarrassed, or even stressed.

“Alright, how about we move on—” Derek tried to say but Sungho cut him off. “No, I’ve got to hear this.”

“You’re disgusting, Sungho.” One of your cousins scoffed while at the same time Aerum said, “No, he’s right. Let’s continue, please.”

“Okay,” Sungho frowned. “Who’s next?”

More and more questions continued to pile in, and they got even more specific, more vulgar. You were grateful that your mother decided to take Minho with her, because there was no way you would allow him to hear all this.

“Never have I ever, had sex in front of any friends or family.”

“Never have I ever, been part of a threesome.”

“Never have I ever, had sex in public.”

“Never have I ever, performed a striptease for my boyfriend or girlfriend.”

“Never have I ever, had sex in car.”

“Never have I ever, joined the mile high club.”

After nearly two dozen questions, you and Jungkook were already on your third bottle of beer while everyone else was still on their first.

“Damn {Name},” Sungho cheered. “Never knew my baby cousin was such an exhibitionist!”

“Gross, Sungho.” Eunae rolled her eyes.

Derek then added, “I also didn’t expect BTS’s golden maknae to be quite a—thrilling person too.”

Jungkook chuckled, “I guess I just needed the right person to bring that side of me out.”

Jungkook found himself glancing down at his shoulder, which where your head was resting at with your eyes closed. “The right person,” he found himself mumbling to himself against your head before pressing another kiss to your scalp. “I should get him to bed, it’s late.”

“Okay, goodnight.” Aerum smiles softly as she watches Jungkook stand up and lift you up into his arms, and began to carry you back to your hotel room. “Oh, and we’re all having breakfast together tomorrow morning before going to the airport.”

Jungkook only hummed in reply before leaving.

Bringing you back to your guys’ hotel room was quite the hassle—and it wasn’t because of your weight, Jungkook never had a problem with that. It was just because while he was carrying you, he himself was slightly buzzed and that made him have some trouble walking down the narrow hallways with you in his arms.

When actually getting into the room and placing you onto your bed, Jungkook nearly forgot how drunk you operates.

Drunk you is really flirty, and quite touchy. Completely different than the normal you that Jungkook fell in love with—but he also wasn’t complaining because this side of you is a complete turn on for him.

“Jungkookie,” your words came slurring out. “Can you sleep with me please,” with your arms still around his neck, you ask.

“You’re drunk, {Name}.” Jungkook tried to pry your arms off of him, but you kept a strong grip on him. “And remember what you said to me back on the beach, we’re taking things slow.”

You groaned loudly, pulling Jungkook down to where his body was now laying ontop of yours. But luckily, he stopped himself from crushing you by resting his arms on both sides of your head, supporting his weight above you.

“Forget what I said,” you whined. “I want you.”

Jungkook swore he felt himself instantly harden underneath his pants from your words. But he couldn’t give into temptation, not when you were finally giving him a second chance, his last chance. “{Name} stop, you’re drunk—”

“When has that stopped you before?” You cut him off with seductive grin on your face, hands moving from their place on the back of his neck to sliding down his clothed torso and stopping at his belt. “Remember all the times we fucked when I was drunk—”

“That was different.” Jungkook stated, standing up from the bed and grasping your hands with his large ones, forcing them down by your sides. “We were a couple at the time, and I was drunk as well during those moments.”

“But please,” you continued to whine, shifting yourself onto your knees so that you were eye level with him. You slipped your hand from his grip and cupped his cheek, slowly bringing him down to meet your lips.

Jungkook instantly melted into your touch, hands resting on your waist as he kissed back, pulling you close against his chest. But that’s all he did to you—kiss you. The moment you two needed air, he was the first to pull away and used his hands on your waist to keep you within arms reach. “We can’t, {Name}.”

You pouted. Just as you were about to argue, the sound of someone knocking cut you off.

“That must be your eomeoni with Minho.” Jungkook guessed, moving his hands from your waist to your shoulders and forcing you to lie down on the bed. “I’ll go get him, just rest, please?”

He didn’t wait for your reply before leaving.

You frowned, but obeyed nonetheless, laying your head down onto pillow and closing your eyes, letting darkness slowly surround you.

Jungkook rushed to the door and opened it, instantly being greeted by your mother with a sleeping Minho in her arms. “Hey eomeoni. How was he?”

“Oh he was good, as always.” She answered, gently handing Minho over to him. “How about you, how was tonight?”

“It was good, fun.” Jungkook shifted Minho so that his son’s head was now on his shoulders. “{Name}’s already asleep.”

Your mother laughed, “He’s such a lightweight.”

Jungkook also chuckled. Tell me about it.

“Well, I should go and let you get some sleep.” Your mother bowed, and just as she was about to leave Jungkook called out for her, making her stop and turn to face him.

“Thank you, eomeoni.” Jungkook said softly, also bowing his head, but not as a farewell like her but as a sign of gratitude. “For everything. If it weren’t you, I’m afraid nothing would’ve changed between me and {Name}.” With his head hung low, he continued. “We would’ve gotten our divorce and—” he paused, feeling his eyes begin to stings. “—just, thank you.”

Your mother smiled, “No problem, sweetheart. Just don’t waste this second chance, okay?”

Jungkook nodded vigorously. “I-I won’t, eomeoni, I won’t.”

Your mother gazed at him one last time before leaving, closing the door behind her.

After changing Minho into his pajamas, Jungkook then carried him to your room which is when his eyes landed on your sleeping figure. He quietly walked over and gently laid him down, pressing a delicate kiss on his forehead before silently making his way out of the room.

Just as he was about to step outside, he then heard a quiet “appa,” making him turn around and see Minho awake, eyes barely open. “Can you sleep with me, please?”

Jungkook was about to decline, afraid that next morning you’d be upset if you found him laying beside you on your bed. But when seeing his son’s wide puppy dog eyes, he couldn’t say no.

“Okay,” Jungkook closed the bedroom door and walked back to the bed. “Move over bubs,” he then said before climbing underneath the bed covers, wrapping his arm around Minho’s body and pulling him close to his chest.

Jungkook couldn’t help but stare at your sleeping figure, heart racing when he suddenly found himself reaching over for you. For some reason, he couldn’t stop his arm from sliding over and slipping around your waist, also pulling you against him. Jungkook at first thought you had woken up when you started shifting, but his heart then skipped a beat when instead he felt your hand on his bicep, fingers digging into his skin, trying to pull him even closer, nearly smothering Minho in the process.

Jungkook couldn’t help but smile, tightening his arm around your waist and leaning over to place a soft, gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Love you, appa.” Minho suddenly whispered into his chest, eyes closed.

A single tear slipped from Jungkook’s eyes. “Love you too, bubs.”

He missed this.

They’re going back home. What do you think is going to happen when they get back?

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[mostlycompetentwriter]

My Side

F/M Pairing: Y/N x Bang Chan (SKZ)

Warnings: language, lots of smut, prostate massage, fluff, some mentions of angst (but it’s very minimal)

Genre: Marriage AU

Word Count: 4K

Summary: Y/N has had her entire future planned out ever since she could remember: step one- graduate college (done), step two- find a good-paying job (done), step three- marry someone she adores (done), and step four- have kids (???). She understands that life is full of obstacles, but is it too much to ask for your husband to finally knock you up?

A/N: Big apology to this anon user who requested this and had to wait like 8 billion years for me to finish it.

The fertility clinic was unusually cold, and I found myself shivering in direct contradiction with the sweltering summer heat collecting outside of the office building. Maybe that was the point: the doctors wanted to keep you totally alert while you waited for what seemed like hours for a standard routine visit. Because I could’ve already fallen asleep at this point - taking advantage of my day off from work to do something other than fret over the working condition of my reproductive system.

Of course, there was also the issue of my grumpy husband who had been thoroughly displeased when he found out exactly what a pap smear test implied. “He was totally checking you out when we came in,” Chan said. “Then, he insisted on sticking that thing up your vagina?”

“Oh, give it a rest, Chan,” I said. “I knew they would do that before I even came here.”

“I think he just wanted to look at your pussy,” Chan insisted. “And he did it right in front of me like I didn’t even exist!”

“You weren’t forced to stay in the room,” I pointed out, which I would’ve preferred but Chan insisted on standing over me like some kind of jealous observer who actually wanted to watch such an intimate procedure. 

“Yeah, he would’ve preferred that,” Chan said, leaning further back in his chair. “How the hell is this even supposed to help us? We’ve only been trying for a few months.”

“Well, I want to make sure everything is working properly,” I said, and (just to spite him) I glanced down at his crotch. “What if you’re having performance issues, honey?”

“My dick works just fine,” Chan insisted. “But you know what? I think it’s partially your fault that we can’t pregnant. You’re putting too much pressure on him and it’s hard for me to focus.”

“Him?” I questioned with a grin. "Do you really want to personify your penis?”

“That’s not the point!” Chan exclaimed. “Did you even hear me, Y/N?”

“But what is the point, Chan? What exactly are you having trouble focusing on?” I asked. “We’re talking about fucking, not a tax audit. Keep the office out of our bedroom.”

“You don’t think I know the difference?”

“Apparently not since it requires more effort than necessary for you to orgasm,” I screeched, barely getting the words out before the doctor’s return.

Immediately, Chan and I were both forced smiles, pretending like we weren’t just having a pointless argument. “Well,” the doctor said. “Everything is fine on your end, Mrs. Bang. I guess that means we can perform some tests on your husband.”

“Oh, that would be great,” I said, even as Chan shifted restlessly from next to me. “Is there anything you need?”

“We’d like to ask you for a sperm sample,” the doctor replied while handing Chan a clear, transparent plastic cup that he accepted with obvious hesitation. “I’ll give you some time.”

“Thank you,” I said, looking over at Chan who was glaring at the cup as if personally offended by its presence.

But at least he waited until the doctor was gone before looking at me with wide eyes. “What do I do?” Chan asked, holding up the plastic cup while appearing thoroughly taken aback.

“It’s just masturbating,” I hissed at him.

“They want me to jerk off into this cup?” Chan gasped like the idea was so totally perplexing to him.

“How else will they get a sperm sample?” I asked him, rolling my eyes because I was growing impatient.

But Chan still hesitated, using one hand to hold the cup while his other traveled down to the front of his jeans. “Do I just...”

“Yes!” I shouted while standing up from my chair. “It’s nothing hard, Chan, you’ve been masturbating since 9th grade!” 

“Yeah, but it’s embarrassing to do it here,” Chan argued, and I sighed for what had to be the thousandth time that day.

“There’s a curtain for privacy,” I said, reaching for my bag from the floor. “I’ll be waiting outside until you’re done.”

“Y/N!” Chan whined, but I left without another word, hoping that Chan could get his shit together because I was exhausted and the prospect of the bed waiting for me at home was suddenly everything that I wanted.

It turned out that Chan and I were both perfectly healthy, and there should be nothing impeding my ability to finally get pregnant. Chan even managed to smile after our doctor complimented his sperm because they were powerful swimmers or whatever the hell that meant. But that had also been hours ago, and after a well-deserved nap, I was feeling exceptionally horny. Thankfully, Chan was never the type to turn down sex, and a few innocent kisses had turned into a full-blown pornography session within moments of me circling my hips against the front of his jeans.

“Fuck me, Chan,” I said, and he nodded eagerly as we both helped each other escape the obstacle of our clothes.

“You should apologize to my dick first,” Chan said teasingly when he had me spread open in front of him, fisting his cock as he started jerking himself off.

“What? Why?”

“You questioned my performance earlier,” Chan said with a shit-eating grin. “Maybe my cock isn’t good enough for you.”

“It’s fine,” I said, whining when I tried to wrap my hand around the base of his erection, only to have Chan knock it away with a sharp growl. "Alright!” I groaned. “I’m sorry I questioned your all-powerful shaft, okay? So, can you please just fuck me already?”

Chan chuckled at my easy compliance, and he ran his thumb across the slit of his cock before positioning himself at my wet entrance. “Remember that next time, Y/N,” he said, exhaling shakily when he started to push inside.

“Shit!” I cried, reaching out for his broad shoulders as I held on as tight as possible for the ride waiting ahead of me.

“Such a tight cunt,” Chan remarked, pausing a moment to grind himself against my insides just to feel the pressure around his cock.

“Go faster,” I requested, throwing my head back when he complied, smacking his hips into mine as he searched for the perfect angle to leave me seeing stars.

“Yeah?” Chan purred, and he started thrusting faster than before, dragging his cock against the pulsating walls of my cunt, forcing more arousal to leak out around him. “Look at how good you always take my cock, baby.”

I reveled in the praise, craning my neck to the side just so that I could watch him disappear inside of me over and over again to match the sensation of his thick cock filling me up so well that it was almost mind-numbingly good. The best part was the pleasing sound of Chan’s moans, and I admired the way that he held himself up over me so that his muscles were practically bulging as he rolled his hips with seductive grinds. Meanwhile, I was drooling over the visual of his bulging biceps, whining underneath him because Chan was being unusually rough. Not that I would ever complain since every thrust managed to brush the tip of his cock perfectly against my cervix.

But it was only after Chan reached down to add a finger to the already tight fit of his cock inside my pussy that I remembered something that I had read on the internet as part of my endless pregnancy research. My eyes flew open at the reminder, and the lustful haze surrounding my sex-addled brain quickly vanished. “Hold on, Chan,” I said, pushing against his chest and disrupting the steady rhythm he had been maintaining.

“W-what?” Chan stuttered, pulling out while watching me roll over onto my stomach. 

“This is a better position,” I said, raising my ass high into the air before giving him a teasing wiggle. 

“Whatever,” Chan grunted, still too gone in his pleasure to care that much about my shenanigans. He immediately caged me in with his thighs, fumbling with his erect cock before aligning the tip with my aching cunt. I was relieved when he started jostling his cock back where it belonged, meandering in elegant strokes that resulted in the best friction.

“Make sure you come,” I told him while decorating the pale skin of his shoulders with nail marks as I reached behind me. 

“You first,” Chan insisted, and my heart warmed at his selflessness even while it felt like all the blood inside of me was rushing south, moving through my veins and spilling over with a rapid descent that left me seeing white while Chan moved even quicker, thrusting like a man deprived. 

I felt him come only moments later with the familiar heat that I had grown to appreciate more and more over the last few months. Thereafter, I immediately reached for a pillow from behind me, wincing at the sensitivity that lingered between my legs. “What are you doing?” Chan asked when he collapsed on the bed next to me.

“It’s supposed to help,” I said, raising my hips to place the pillow directly underneath me. “This article said that raising your legs after sex can improve your chances.”

“That seems ridiculous, Y/N,” Chan said. 

“Hey! Blame your sperm,” I countered. “It’s not my fault they need an extra boost.”

“My sperm are just fine,” Chan grunted. “You heard the doctor. They’re excellent swimmers.”

“This is just a precaution,” I told him, sighing in relief when I reached down to cup my heat, ensuring that all of Chan’s cum stayed inside where it belonged.

For the past several weeks, work had become something of a chore that I was forced to endure on a regular basis. It was often a struggle to force my way through piles of paperwork or tedious emails that always said much of the same thing. After a while, I would find myself glaring at the clock because I was quite certain that time was moving slow for the sole purpose of annoying me.

There was also the issue of dealing with my colleagues, especially the ones who liked to gossip and had effectively made a whole thing out of my failed attempts at pregnancy. “Oh, Y/N,” they would tell me. “It’s been three months, hasn’t it?”

Like they didn’t have anything better to do with their lives besides meddle in mine. But the worst of them all were the ones who decided that they were some kind of authority figures and tried to give me helpful “advice.” Everything from the shit that I had already heard from my doctor and the articles online, to bizarre practices that left me wondering where they found their information.

My manager’s personal assistant was a frequent advocate. She was far more insistent than the rest of them because she already had two kids at home who she described as future Mozarts in the making. And because she had already been successful (twice, I might add), she always sat next to me at lunch with a new suggestion that supposedly guaranteed fertilization.

“It could be that he’s under too much pressure,” she told me before biting into her salad.

“I’m asking him to have sex with me, not invent a new computer,” I grumbled.

“Yeah, but I’m sure you’ve both been having a lot of sex, which might seem like a good idea,” she continued. “But it might actually turn out to be far worse.”

“What do you suggest then? Should I kick him out of the bedroom for a week or two?” I snarked, but she was hardly bothered by my sarcastic attitude.

“My husband and I tried stimulating him more directly,” she explained. “Maybe you could try it out.”

“How so?”

“It’s something like a prostate massage,” she revealed in a hushed tone as if it was top-secret information. “There’s all kinds of information about it on the internet.”

“Yeah, I’m sure,” I said, wanting nothing more than to brush aside her words, but maybe I was too desperate because I found myself skimming through countless articles after lunch, soaking in the vast amounts of information that I uncovered.

And I left the office that day with a new strategy in mind to surprise my husband.

The moment I first walked through the door, I was yanking off my jacket and calling for Chan who ducked his head out of our bedroom. “Why the hell are you yelling?”

“Because I have a wonderful idea,” I said, practically skipping over to him and offering him a deep kiss.

“Y/N,” Chan murmured against my touch, grabbing my shoulders to pull me back. “What are you going on about?”

“Just take your stupid clothes off,” I said, skirting past him into the bedroom. “I want you naked on the bed.”

“You’re already horny?” Chan chuckled, but he made no protest of yanking his shirt over his head.

“I want to try something,” I told him, opening the door to our closet to search for something that we hadn’t used together in a long time.

“Should I be afraid?” Chan asked, taking a seat on the edge of the bed as he fisted his half-hard erection.

“Not if you have an open mind,” I said, turning around to hold up the bottle of lube, and Chan’s smile instantly vanished.

“What’s that for?”

“Well, tonight I’m using it on you,” I said, laughing at the way his forehead creased in confusion. “My co-worker actually made a pretty useful recommendation today.”

“Okay?...” Chan trailed off with an expression of perfect concentration - like he was doing his absolute best to understand.

“The internet called it prostate milking,” I explained, biting my lower lip to keep myself from laughing at the horrified expression on Chan’s face. “I want to stimulate your prostate.”

“Why the hell would you do that?” Chan asked.

“Look, it has a lot of medical benefits,” I said. “Plus, I read that it can feel really good.”

Chan squired anxiously on the bed when I sat down next to him, and I could see that his cock was perfectly flaccid between his legs. “I don’t know, Y/N-”

“Don’t worry,” I interrupted him. “This is perfectly normal. Now, be a good boy for me and get on your hands and knees.”

Chan frowned. “Good boy?” he grumbled before obeyed my command, crawling his way up the bed to position himself in the way I had suggested.

“There we go,” I said, softly running a hand down his spine. 

“So far, I’m not impressed,” Chan muttered.

“Oh, don’t be like that,” I said, situating myself behind him before palming his ass. “This looks better than I remember, Channie.”

“Yeah, I guess the squats helped,” Chan said, and he flinched when I snapped a glove in place over my right hand. “What’s that for?”

“You think I’m gonna mess around your ass without a glove?” I snorted. “That’s not very hygienic.”

“Hygienic, yeah, okay,” Chan huffed, and he let out a noise somewhere between a whine and a grunt when I opened the bottle of lube and drizzled some on my fingertips. 

“Hold still,” I said, trying to get him to relax when my finger started circling his asshole, pushing against the tight muscle which wasn’t so easy to penetrate. However, with enough perseverance, I forced one finger inside and heard Chan release a rather unattractive sound.

“How does it feel?” I asked him, trying to move my finger around like I had read online.

“It just feels like you’ve shoved your finger up my ass,” Chan snapped, and I knew not to take it personally since he wasn’t so willing to go along with my crazy scheme in the first place.

“Don’t be so tense,” I said, rubbing my hand along his lower back. “Should I use more lube?”

“Fuck, I don’t know, Y/N,” Chan groaned, and I could tell that he was growing frustrated.

I was also losing confidence - wondering if this had been a bad idea because it definitely wasn’t as easy as my co-worker promised. Plus, I could tell that Chan was uncomfortable, squirming around under me while his cock hung limply between his legs. Clearly, he wasn’t finding any pleasure from this, and maybe it was entirely my fault for jumping into this without more preparation. 

“Shit, Chan,” I said, removing my finger while releasing a sigh. “I’m sorry, we shouldn’t have done this.”

I cleared my throat, feeling increasingly anxious when Chan refused to respond to my apology. He was still supporting himself on his hands in front of me, chest heaving up and down with each breath. I could see that the bright red tint to his ears betrayed his embarrassment and that only made me feel worse because the last thing I wanted to do was make this bad for him.

Eventually, Chan rolled off to the side of the bed, collecting his sweatpants from the floor before walking into the bathroom. I closed my eyes when the door slammed behind him, and I quietly left the bedroom to give Chan some privacy because it was obvious that he wasn’t pleased with the situation. 

So much for my co-worker’s stupid suggestion.

However, in the grand scheme of things, I was always the first to recognize when my actions warranted reprimand. 

After sleeping on the couch in the living room, I woke-up with a sore lower back and a guilty conscious. Chan had already left for work that morning, and he probably hadn’t paid me a single glance. But I probably deserved his wrath, which meant I would do everything that I could to make it up to him.

Consequently, I found myself flashing a bright smile at Chan’s office secretary who greeted me politely before calling Chan’s phone to see if he had some time to see me. There was a small part of me which worried that Chan might send me away because of last night’s events. Thankfully, his secretary waved me inside and I took a deep breath before opening the door while carrying the packed lunch I prepared for him.

Once inside, Chan offered me a cursory glance that only lasted a brief moment until his attention was once again focused on the file in front of him. “Channie,” I said, wincing at my shrill tone. “I brought you some lunch.”

I hesitated when Chan didn’t respond - walking over to his desk to carefully deposit the bag on his desk. I waited for a brief moment, but Chan refused to acknowledge me, which meant I needed to approach him more directly.  “I’m sorry about last night, Channie,” I said, coming around his desk to perch myself on the edge. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I’m also sorry about the past few months because I’ve been so desperate to finally have my positive pregnancy test that I started to really neglect you.”

The pen Chan had been writing with stopped in the middle of whatever sentence he had been writing, and my husband finally allowed me the privilege of looking into his dark brown eyes. “It’s hard for me to stay mad at you, Y/N,” Chan said, and I nearly burst into tears at the simple declaration.

“You deserve to be mad at me,” I said. “I can’t believe you let me get away with acting like this. You should get the husband of the year award or whatever.”

Chan chuckled, tossing his pencil aside. “Sweetheart, I know how much this means to you, and I want it just as much, but maybe it would be nice if we could be intimate sometimes without worrying about whether or not we’re following all those advice columns you read.”

“You’re right,” I agreed, and I pushed myself away from the edge of the desk and fell onto my knees in front of him - reaching out to grab his thighs between my hands. “What if I blew you right here in the office?”

Chan’s answering moan was enough to solidify my resolve, and I easily worked apart the belt fastening around his suit pants. My fingers worked with an experienced touch because this wasn’t the first time we had done something like this in his big executive office and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. “Fuck, Y/N,” Chan said, grabbing large handfuls of my hair while directing my lips closer to his exposed cock-head. 

“Let me take care of you, darling,” I said, offering a tentative lick to his pulsating tip. Chan was already hard, and I gave him a few strokes with my hand before allowing my mouth to take care of the rest - opening wide to take him as deep as I could without gagging. 

“Look at you,” Chan snarled, and his fingers traced the seam of my lips stretched obscenely around his cock. 

I moaned around his erection, and Chan closed his eyes as he fingers tightened their hold - hips moving every so often to force his cock even further down my throat. But I’m sure it made for one hell of a visual, and I hollowed my cheeks as I ran my tongue across the distinct vein trailing along the underside. 

“Keep going,” Chan said, and I could tell that he was close. And I started bobbing my head up and down, mimicking the same effect of his cock fucking my pussy, relaxing my throat and encouraging Chan to do whatever he needed to push himself over the edge.

He eventually came with an exaggerated groan, and I wrinkled my nose at the taste of him. Yet, I knew better than to let anything go to waste, and I struggled around the rawness of my throat as I swallowed - swiping my tongue around the head of his spent cock to clean up the excess.

“Was it good?” I asked him with a hoarse voice.

“Of course it was,” Chan replied, encouraging me off the floor and into his lap. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close as I listened to his heart slow back down to normal. “Thank you, Y/N,” he said, teasing his lips across mine. “You’re not gonna freak out over the fact that we just wasted my perfectly good semen?”

I rolled my eyes before playfully hitting his shoulder. “It’s never a waste if it makes you come like that.”

He smiled, bringing out the fullness of his dimples, and we sat together while Chan ate his lunch and I mindlessly talked about the latest office gossip. It was moments like these that I loved more than anything about my marriage to Chan - pregnancy be damned. Ironically, it was only a few weeks later that I found myself looking down at a thin white strip with a blue cross displayed across the surface: positive.

[melancholyofeos]

Forever and Ever (Tsukishima Kei x Reader)

A/N: This might be triggering for some audience. Reader's discretion is advised.

Forever and Ever (Tsukishima Kei x Suicidal!Fem Reader)

Word Count: 2,652

Tsukishima's Point of View

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Shit! Why is she not answering her phone?! My heart beating fast, I ran towards the parking lot of our building. I knew something was off! Why did I even go to work?!

I walked towards the car, slamming the door open frantically. The moment I sat in the driver's seat, I immediately put the key in the ignition. Not bothering to put my seat belt on, I drove fast out of the parking lot to get home.

I floored the acceleration pedal and drove off into the street. The sky glowing a faint orange color, the sun started to set. The darkness slowly enveloping the sky, my car drove thread through the busy street full of passersby.

I can't help but reminisce all the time Y/N and I have spent together. It might be out of character for me to say this but our past feels like once upon a time.

I sighed. I get that having a part-time job is hard but I didn't know it would be this hectic. Who the hell let all these people in, anyway? The coffee shop is packed today, probably because it's the week before the exam.

"Miss, can I sit here?" I heard a man said on the other side of the room. He was asking the girl who's sitting by the window.

"Oh... Uhm... I'm sorry but I don't want to." She thought long hard. It looks like she doesn't want to but also didn't want to offend the guy. "What a fucking bitch. It's not like I'm asking for anything else." The man raised his voice.

Some people prefer their space, and this guy is just plainly crossing the line. I don't want to do extra work but the sight is bothering me. I went over and approached them.

"Hey, no need to raise your voice. The lady said she doesn't want to, now back off." I said, glaring at the guy. "Is this what the employees in this coffee shop do? Let me talk to the manager."

I rolled my eyes at him and replied. "Is this what shitty customers do? Go ahead and call the manager since you're already talking to him." I smirked at him and crossed my arms.

The crowd inside the coffee shop gave him dirty looks and he looked humiliated. Out of defeat, he walked through the small coffee shop and headed outside.

The girl bowed herself slightly and muttered, "Thank you."

"It's nothing," I replied and went back to my work. After I got the orders of the people in line and delivered them on the back of the cashier and the others got to work.

I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. I looked to my side and saw Daichi-san giving me a thumbs up. "You did great out there." He smiled.

"Oh, I'm sorry for saying I was the manager. I just-"

"It's nothing, Tsukishima. I'm impressed. You would make a good manager." He said. Daichi-san is also a part-timer. He's older than me for two years and is graduating this year.

I gave him a firm nod and went to do other tasks like delivering the coffees to the customers' table. The girl who was harassed earlier sat quietly as she reads over her notes.

I can't help but look over her way as I pass through the tables of the coffee shop. Ugh, Kei, what are you doing?

The girl didn't leave, even when my shift's almost over. She's not the usual customers that we have here, the kind that orders one cup of coffee and stays for the whole day. She orders almost every hour, mostly snacks. But she is drinking a lot of coffee.

By the time my shift ended, she stood up and left.

Coincidentally, this happened every day. She would hang around the coffee shop for a whole day on weekends and a few hours on weekdays. Another coincidence is that she always goes home by the time my shift is over.

One day, I came in late and saw her already seated on her usual spot. This might be my imagination but her face lighted up when she saw my face. We made eye contact for a few seconds before she turned away and looked at her notes again.

This baffled me for the whole day. Was she interested in me? Or maybe my mind's just playing games? The whole day, we would lock gaze every time each one of us came into sight.

I'll be lying if I said I didn't feel nervous and my heart didn't beat faster.

By the time my shift ended that weekend, she stood up and fixed her things, and head over to the door. Before she could reach the door handle, I ran to her and caught her by the wrist.

She looked at me with her beautiful eyes. Curiously, she looked at my hand and her face grew hot. Feeling awkward, I let go and bowed.

"W-What is it?" She asked softly. I gazed at her and tried to form words but I was a stuttering mess. Kei, when did you become this way?

"I-I was thinking if maybe... we could hang out sometime?" Damn it! That's too straightforward! I should've been more civil. She might reject me because I asked this stupid question.

She looked at me with her (eye color) orbs and gave me a sweet smile.

"I would like that." And then she left.

And so we did. We hang out the day after. And then the day after, and then the day after. Being around her felt comfortable and somehow, familiar. She feels like home. I've never clicked with someone like this. The last time I found someone who felt right was when I befriended my best friend, Tadashi.

Two years later, I graduated from college. We were together for those two years. I'm older by a year and so, she's still in college. In our first year as a couple, we moved in together. It was rushed, but it felt right.

Now, I'm heading over to our apartment out of alarm because of the message she sent me a few minutes ago.

'I love you so much, Kei. I will always love you, you know that right?'

Her message felt odd. It's not a sweet letter. When I first read it, instead of sweetness, shivers went through my spine. I didn't even ask my boss if I could leave. I just straight up went to the parking lot and drove away.

I might get in trouble for this but I don't care.

Y/N felt odd today. She smiles and gives hugs and kisses just like usual but it doesn't feel right. Maybe I'm just overreacting.

I was having a hard time putting on my necktie when Y/N went over to me and took over.

"You know you were never good at this. Just ask for my help, okay?" She smiles as she fixed the mess I made. "Yes, ma'am," I replied.

"You should try smiling more. If I hadn't introduced you to our friends properly, they would've thought you're a snob." She joked and laughed lightly.

"Really? Do I look like that to you?" I asked her and glared at her.

"There, all done. Hmm... yes?" She said and ran her palms on my clothed chest. "But I can love a snob as long as he's you." She squeezed my cheek.

My face heated up. I didn't want to tell her that her teasing got through me but she knows me too well.

"S-Shut up." I muttered. She laughed loudly and smacked me in the chest. "You're such a Tsundere, Kei." I ignored her little comment.

"You should prepare now. You have classes later, right?" I asked.

"Mhmm. You should worry about yourself more. I can take care of myself." She smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. I disregarded it, as I thought that maybe my eyes are just playing with me.

Y/N has always been open to me. She tells me everything, even what she's feeling. I'm the one who doesn't open up. But she figured that out already.

I left and went to work.

I shouldn't have.

I almost got into an accident because of my overspeeding but I managed to get home safely. I ran to the lobby and caught the closing elevator doors. My foot tapped impatiently as I wait for it to get onto my floor.

The moment the doors opened, I dashed out and ran. I ran, my heart beating in my ears. The adrenaline course through my body, as If I'm fighting life and death.

I swiped my card and opened the door frantically.

I was greeted by silence. I ran through the whole apartment and saw her nowhere. She isn't here.

While I was contemplating where Y/N might've been, my phone rang loudly.

It's Tadashi.

"Hello?" I asked.

"K-Kei! Did you get a message from Y/N?! She's-" He asked, panicked.

My blood ran cold. Why does it feel like there's something bad that might happen?

"What happened?! Just spit it out, Tadashi!" I asked again, scared of what he might reply.

"I... I don't know how to say this. Maybe... you should come over to the roof."

W...What's happening?

Before I can even decide to come to the roof, my feet already took over. Tadashi greeted me with tears in his eyes. He hugged me tightly, for some reason I didn't know about.

Eventually, he released me as he let out loud sobs. His eyes drifted on the other side of the roof and tears rolled down my cheek.

My Y/N.

She hanged herself.

She's lying on the ground with a coat supporting her head, probably Tadashi's. Her neck has these marks, and there's a white rope lying beside her head. I broke down, right there in front of Tadashi even though I did not want to.

My knees felt wobbly, and I fell to the ground. Tadashi was quick to assist me, as he leaned down and tried to help me up.

Why?

Why did you do it?

Realizing that I'm over here being a fucking pussy, I ran to her side and hugged her upper body.

"Call the fucking ambulance! What the hell are you doing, standing there?!" I shouted at him. Tears fell in his eyes as he replied.

"I already did. They're already coming this way but when I checked her pulse... she's... cold. There's no sign of life, Kei..."

"No! You're lying! You're such a fucking liar!" I looked down at my Y/N, her face pale. She looks peaceful.

"How... could you be at peace when you just left me? Does this make you happy, Y/N?" I asked. Tadashi put his hand on my shoulder, trying to calm me down.

"Fuck! If I stayed here with you the whole day, then maybe you're still alive! No, because if I did stay here, you would definitely be alive."

"It's not your fault, Kei..." Tadashi comforted. But his words don't get through to me. They sounded stupid.

"Tell me this is just some lame-ass joke, Y/N! You better open your eyes now and tell me this is all a prank!" I shouted. I waited but she wouldn't open her eyes.

The loud sound of the wind howled in my ear. I felt a presence envelop me by the shoulder. I should be cold, but I'm not. It's almost as if... it's comforting me.

"Is that you, Y/N? Why do you have to comfort me now when you should've stayed by my side forever..."

The faint sound of sirens can be heard all the way here in the roof. After a few more minutes, the medics came to check out what happened. One medic took my Y/N away from my embrace and I really wanted to kill them but I had to let go.

If I wanted her to live... I should let go.

She was long gone before she could even reach the hospital. Tadashi was right. It's been a few hours now but it still hasn't sunk in my mind. What's her reason?

What could possibly be the reason that she wanted to die? Did I do anything wrong? Was I the reason?

They say she would stay in the hospital morgue and there's no point with me staying back. So I went home.

As I opened the door, her scent got through me. Her perfume... it's all over the place. Tears started to prickle in my eyes but I went ahead and walked inside the room.

I plopped down in our bed.

Ugh. What a day.

I looked at her side of the bed and realized that there's a letter resting on her bedside table. I hurriedly took it but was gentle enough to not destroy the envelope.

Fuck.

"Dear Kei, I'm sorry I did this. I know this is a shock to you. I know what you're thinking, 'who the hell wouldn't get shocked by this?' and I know that. I left you alone. But please hear me out, if you will. You are the best thing that ever happened in my life. That day when you rescued me in the cafe, I was thinking of killing myself. I was so stressed, I thought I might fail. By that time, dad already left us to live with her mistress. Mom said it was my fault for dad leaving because of my college tuition. It's not good for your parents to work hard for money, only for you to fail, right? But I saw you there. You were working hard, and I thought I should too. You gave me the inspiration to work harder and be the best daughter my parents ever had. Meeting you changed my life, Kei. You are so gentle, so kind. You don't like showing your emotions but I already know what goes through your mind. Again, I know what you might be thinking right now. If you made me so happy, why did I left? No, it's not your fault Kei. I felt so depressed, and I just wanted to end it. Dad tried to come back to our life, and I should be happy. But somehow, that hollow feeling inside of me never changed, even when we were together. But at least I knew how it felt like to fall in love. I figured that you would be better off with someone who isn't like me. And if I break up with you, for this reason, you wouldn't let me go. I just want to rest, Kei. Forever. God knows how much I love seeing you next to me every time I wake up but the stress from college and family gets through to me. I'm so sorry for being this weak, you deserved better. I don't know where I might end up, but I promise you we'll meet each other on the other side. I will make sure of it.

I love you so much, my beautiful Kei. Promise me you'll find another girl that you will cherish the way you cherished me. Be happy, have a wife and a family. I wish you all the best in the world. But I had to go. I put all my letters to our friends in my drawer, can you distribute them? Don't cry, okay? I would always be with you. By the way, I have other recorded messages. Play one every time your birthday comes. Visit me at least every day, okay? I want you to speak for me at the funeral. I want to show everyone how beautiful my boyfriend is.

I'm yours, eternally.

Love, Y/N"

I would never forget you, my Y/N.

I'm also yours... eternally.

Wait for me...

I'll see you on the other side.

[vorish-egos]

Hot Sauce

Contains: Safe and Soft vore, G/T, slight foodplay

5 pages long

This wonderful fic was written by Mar from Vorish Egos server. All credit goes to them. Give them a lot of support and love. <3

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“Hello everybody, my name is Markiplier and, uh welcome to the stream! I can see more people have joined in the past...10 minutes, oh my lord.” He leaned forward almost, his attention shifting from his computer monitor to the camera positioned on his desktop and back with the monitor displaying that of a live stream chat. Weeks prior from this stream, Mark had sent out a tweet asking fans which game he should re-play, since he hadn’t yet had Cyberpunk and he didn’t wish to spoil any future video plans so soon. He planned to do a live stream, just for a couple of hours to give fans what they wanted while interacting with them and allowing them a live reaction of him replaying an older game. Both you and Mark had seen that many people recommended Cuphead, which was quite ironic of the circumstances of the stream, and after counting most of the tweets it was decided that Cuphead was the winner. Fans could tell from Mark continuously running his hands through his hair and drafting one of his bright colored shirts that he’d been screaming and sweating quite a bit. You almost couldn’t stop yourself from laughing when Mark stormed up from his chair and off to another end of the room, yelling and threatening to throw his own headphones. Seconds after he’d sat back down and apologized to anyone that might’ve been listening while laughing all giddy through his entire apology. 

So where did you fit into this equation? How did you somehow wind yourself up in Markiplier's room during a stream?

Mark streamed a couple of days before the current stream and, being the supporter friend of him that you are, you decided you would send him tips or bits to help support the channel. Around the same time, he was holding a contest. He asked fans to send out dares that Mark should do through either tips or the chat and whichever one received more popularity would be decided for the current stream. Such as downing an entire bottle of hot sauce or dying his hair during the stream. Months before this, scientists released that shrinking tech had been perfected and released into the public and being sold as a small pill. For 24 hours, you’d been a few inches tall and immune to any kind of disease or danger to your body. Of course this kind of formula hadn’t been perfected and no one was quite sure if the tech itself would be stable enough to return a person’s height back to its normal state. But that wasn’t on your mind. You were almost positive fans would’ve been completely weirded out by your idea of a “dare” and simply ignored it entirely. 

You dared Mark to shrink you down and “vore” you on stream. It took him a few minutes before he noticed the message going through the chat box in his stream, almost being spammed by other fans who suddenly agreed with this odd idea. He laughed, quirking a brow as he usually did when he thought something strange and deep down, he knew you were joking. Yet fate decided differently when the population of two states and a county said yes to the dare. It was almost shocking to you how many fans had closeted vore fetishes and wanted to see Mark swallow someone alive. CaptainSparklez did it. Sean hadn’t done it yet but he said if Mark did it anytime soon then he would take his chances. Mark almost wanted to let his fans down, tell him that even if the idea seemed almost absurd to him but as more tests of the pill went on day by day, the more possible it was for Mark to gain possession of the pill himself. 

And here we were, you, his keyboard, and a bottle of hot sauce and salt laid against his desk as he glanced down at your little, 5 inch form. “Fuuuuck, I didn’t think everyone was excited about this one thing! I didn’t, I really didn’t. But I came prepared…” He lifted up the bottle of hot sauce and salt up to the camera, then he extended his hand out flat to desk for you to climb on. For the past 2 hours you were both attempting to get adjusted to Mark carrying someone small and you getting used to how nervous and unsteady his touch was at first. Now, as your bare feet gently pushed down against the palm of Mark’s hand he almost seemed to have stopped himself from flinching this time. His hand was steadier this time, the squishy skin of his palm accommodating to your little form. Making sure to be careful, almost concentrated, he lifted you up to the camera for everyone to see. 

You waved towards the monitor, fashioning a smile before letting out a smile giggle as Mark used a finger to gently pop at your tummy. “This is my friend (Y/N) and as many of you know, they started this whole...stream dare thing that I’m doin’ and, as you can see, no they are not CGIed or 3D printed. This is very much a real, living, breathing person in the palm of my hand right now oh my fucking god.” Mark gently placed you back down, awkwardly giggling again as he spoke and leaned forward, looking off to the side to giggle to himself and take everything in. Meanwhile Mark’s chat was blinking to life with replies, fans on one end sending Mark support and fans on the other end weirded out yet wanting Mark to start already. 

He noticed this, looking down as he let out a heavy sigh with a wide smile. “It’s been decided by the public that they want us to, uh, do this thing, you know? Are you ok? Are you sure about this?” You shrugged, unsure of yourself now that he was asking you before you explained to Mark that your heart was pounding but both from excitement and nervousness. He lifted his hand to you once more, this time reaching over and gently rubbing at your shoulder with his thumb to calm you down, which the action itself seemed odd but you made it known that you appreciated the sentiment anyway. “Alright guys, I guess let’s fucking do this!” He ran a hand through his hair once before taking a swig of water. He fingered with the bottle of hot sauce for a few seconds before he was ready, inviting you into the palm of his hand once more. You were in one hand, the bottle of hot sauce in the other one. “I really don’t know how people usually do this, but I think I’m supposed to taste you first and then make you more edible looking?” You shrugged, the both of you laughing awkwardly together but you more or so at Mark’s giggling. 

Hesitantly, Mark brought his open hand to his lips, your world of view already filled with so much of Mark’s face that now the only thing you could see was his mouth and the pores surrounding his cheeks. He exchanged glances with the desktop monitor, as if looking back and forth between you and his before only the tip of his tongue poked out of pursed lips. He gently poked you in the face with it, sending you into a fit of tearful laugh as your feet dangled out of his hand. He looked away, giggling awkwardly once more as he looked at you with a look full of embarrassment and mock hurt. “W-What am I supposed to do?! How am I supposed to do this?!” You wiped your eyes, gesturing to your body and expressing to Mark that you wanted him to lick you, for real. You made the comparison to that of a popsicle. You asked if he was able to get a taste of you. “No” he’d said in response, as if not wanting to agree with you but clearly having no choice. 

He brought you close to his face once again, leaning his face himself until he was almost leaning on top of you now. His lips encompassed your entire vision and you almost blushed red from the distance but you reminded yourself what you were doing. His lips parted, his tongue poking out a little more now from a mouth that was slightly ajar. You couldn’t catch a glimpse inside aside from his front rows of teeth you could see and the only thing that filled your vision at the moment was the wet, pink, almost wriggling muscle. It wasn’t at it’s full length, you knew this for sure and it seemed to be half your size already. Quickly but carefully, he gently slid his tongue from your chest up to your face, now covering it in more saliva. Instinctively, you had leaned away from the tongue and Mark had already finished pulling away as soon as you’d done this. He made a face, confirming that he was able to grab your taste now as he let the flavor dance around in his mouth. You questioned him about your taste, using your sleeve to wipe the wet substance from your face. “Kinda salty but really sweet. It’s so weird, it’s like...salty caramel almost. At least I know I won’t be needing this salt.” He giggled, moving the salt to another side of his desk and turning back towards you. 

He licked you once again, both of you still quite hesitant but more accepting of the touch. Then, he proceeded to uncap the bottle of hot sauce and gently sprinkle you in it. He took another swig of water and grunted awkwardly, checking up on the stream chat before he proceeded. “You guys ready? I’m gonna do it now…” He waited a few seconds, watching as the chat blinked to life like a heart palpitation with the answer “Yes.” He nodded a few times, now seeming quite nervous himself before you gently pat the palm of his hand. He looked back down at you with such care in his eyes, displaying how worried he was over your well being before you smiled. He nodded and took a deep breath, raising you up slightly above his head as he was prepared to take you in legs first. “This is gonna be so fucking weird…” He commented. You laughed and nodded, situating yourself differently so that now you too were ready. 

You watched as Mark’s lips parted, much wider this time than before as threads of saliva broke from the white pearls of his teeth. The angle that Mark was holding you above his mouth illuminated with the help of the ceiling nipple in the room, giving you a view of the dark, fleshy chasm sitting below you. Humid air wafted against your toes. The pink muscle pulsated under you, wriggling as if preparing to accept it’s next snack. Right in the back you could just make out the vibrating silhouette of the red chandelier, surrounded by dark, fleshy walls of pink and red. Squinting almost allowed you to catch a glimpse of the back of Mark’s throat, your vision beckoning you to travel to except that the back of Mark’s tongue blocked you from seeing the entrance of his throat. The salivating chasm soon came forward, his lips gently closing around your ankles and sealing them with the fleshy, pink mass. Here goes nothing. You squirmed a bit, laughing a tad bit as his tongue licked hesitantly at the bottom half of your legs. He licked and licked, the tongue exploring any exposed skin and cleaning away the hot sauce and also continuing to tickle at you before his lips parted once more. 

The two of you sensed that he couldn’t taste your ankles for long and had to keep going with the process at hand. You could see your legs and toes, glistening with saliva as you began moving downward and more towards his mouth. He moved you closer until his lips closed around your hips, your legs sliding along the tongue as more of you entered his mouth. He licked at you and the hot sauce, somehow being able to find your taste that the muscle was searching for even through your clothes. He occasionally looked from you to the stream chat and back until he only kept eye contact with you, making sure that you were ok through the entire process. He wasn’t used to having something in his mouth without chewing it but you were both trying something new. He held you there for a second like that, swallowing down any excess saliva before proceeding. The tongue shifted under your legs, lifting them up and giving you a sense of close you were to the back of his mouth. You guessed that you must’ve been three feet, at your height, from going toe to toe with the pink chandelier in the back of Mark’s mouth. You started taking into account how big you probably were, the wriggling muscle under you practically a small blanket.

More of your body was brought into his mouth, his tongue extending out and helping to take more of its prey inside as Mark hummed almost happily and his lips closed around your upper abdomen. He seemed to be enjoying your taste more than he’d let on before and his mouth seemed to be producing more saliva at a surprising rate as he swallowed every few seconds. He almost seemed to be sucking at your body, clearing the hot sauce off and grabbing at your taste the best he could. If you wiggled your toes, you could feel something fleshy and circular almost tap them in response. When he’d grunt at this in response, you didn’t have to second guess that your toes were face to face with his uvula. He’d have to...start swallowing you by now. He seemed distracted, almost absorbed by the taste consuming his tongue entirely but he looked at you and knew what you were thinking. 

He nodded, gently tapping you with a finger and you tapped him back to signal that you were ready. He swallowed once more, though this time he made sure to take extra care in bringing your feet along the trip with the excess saliva and hot sauce. You could feel it, your legs squeezed up against the roof of his mouth and his tongue pushing your feet against the uvula this time until something below clamped around your ankles and pulled at them. His throat. Glk. He swallowed once again and he opened his mouth once more, the tongue stretching out and slipping under you as both worked together to lift you into his mouth. Soon, only your hands stuck out past his lips as you watched your thighs be sucked up by Mark’s throat. You barely had time to gather your surroundings a little more as Mark’s head turned and faced the camera. He gave the audience a glimpse of his little snack before closed and left you in humid, wet darkness. 

More comfortably now his tongue licked and prodded at your body, cleaning away at the remaining hot sauce and sucking your taste onto his taste buds. Glrk. The tongue lifted you up and your hands were now sucked into his mouth, teeth clamping shut and now completely locking you inside of his mouth. Mark grunted, cocking his head back slightly as he placed a finger against his throat. You wriggled slightly, attempting to get more comfortable as your body was dragged down towards Mark’s epiglottis, now less of you within the confines of his mouth and the rest of you travelling down towards his..stomach. His stomach, your final destination. You gently rubbed and pat at the tongue, using the chance you had now to feel at it best you could. Not only were you teasing Mark but the muscle felt so strange and alive under you that it seemed like another living organism entirely. Gluck. You felt Mark exhale against you, understanding that this was it as he took one large, hard swallow.

Your body was sucked into Mark’s throat, the back of your brushing against his uvula as he tried his best not to vomit with how large you were and with how horrible his gag reflex was. The good thing was that with the way he positioned his head, gravity assisted him alongside the amount of saliva the hot sauce helped his mouth produce. You almost saw it impossible that your eyes were open the entire time, seeing the last moment silhouettes of the tongue and those rows of teeth behind sealed lips even with a saliva drenched face. You sank, your body being pulled into Mark’s and making the tight, slick journey down his gullet. Mark kept that finger against the bulge you made against his Adams apple until the little bulge and he gulped against, exhaling heavily.

You could hear it, the wet slickness of his muscles working on hugging your body down to it’s final destination. The gurgling and groaning from the stomach that anxiously awaited it’s large, new snack. The rhythmic, almost melodic beating of Mark’s heart as you passed it on the trip. Then a sphincter opened up below your feet and your body was deposited into a fleshy, warmer chamber as you slipped into his stomach. On the outside Mark felt this, gulping to help ease you down his throat the entire way as he hadn’t usually swallowed something as large as you nor had he really prepared himself outside of a banana. He sat back in his desktop chair, placing a hand against his stomach once he felt you slide inside. The stomach walls immediately pressed themselves against your body, the space hugging you even though it wasn’t too cramped. You squirmed, Mark letting out a surprised giggle as you situated yourself into a more comfortable position within the dark space. 

Mark placed a hand against your little form, feeling every inch of you wriggling and squirming inside of you. He smiled wide, eyes squinting as he stood up slightly from his chair and attempted to take in the feeling. He laughed, looking towards the stream chat in awe. “Wooooooah, this is so fucking weeeeird.” His voice verberated and echoed through the darkness like a loud speaker and you chuckled, touching and feeling at the walls around you. “Duuude, can you hear me in there?” You responded by gently tapping one of his stomach walls, then lightly pushing since you doubted he would’ve been able to feel you in there. He giggled once more, rubbing back in response. You asked him if he could hear you. “It’s so weird, I can hear you but you’re so muuuffled. Guys this is so weird, I have to step away for a bit I’m so sorry…” Mark put a hand up to his mouth and let out a small belch, loud enough for the viewers to hear. He laughed, embarrassed but too engrossed in the feeling of a living person inside his belly to care. 

Mark had now left the desktop and off into another room, settling down somewhere comfortably with a hand still on your tiny form. You sat there with him for a while, Mark beginning to rub at his stomach and rub at your little form. The two of you shared your experiences of being eaten alive by Mark and you each laughed it off, now forgetting how nervous and embarrassed you were. Soon, Mark had returned to the stream after a few minutes and apologized to his fans for the inconvenience. He continued Cuphead, his gameplay much calmer this time during the stream as he would occasionally look down at you, calmly sleeping and enjoying the confines of Mark’s stomach as much as he was. Maybe this experience wasn’t so bad. 

[stevenbasic]

“Well good morning,” she smiled, seeing the reaction on my face as I took in her appearance. It was a sweater dress, a really short, tight sweater dress. Her makeup was done dramatically, dark around the eyes, and her hair cascaded over her shoulder in a long, flowing, raven mane. I could feel myself staring at her but was not able to stop myself. I mean, I’d seen her in party dresses, tank tops, bikinis, but was still for some reason helpless to keep from gaping. And despite my obvious, dumbfounded awe, she looked amused, relaxed, casual. Was she actually accustomed to this? Seeing people - let alone her boss - stunned speechless when they looked at her? She was holding my coffee mug out to me, and had cocked an eyebrow waiting for me to react. “Think you can hold this yourself?” she asked, with a maddening mix of mischief and actual concern.

“Oh, uh, yes, haha,” I stammered, remembering myself but still dazzled by the glittering golds and greens in the  gemstones of her eyes, glimmering down at me, “o-okay..”

She smiled as I took the mug. Her perfume still lingered in a cloud around us, both relaxing me and keeping me alert, focused on her.

”th-thanks for the coffee,” I said, able now to raise it to my lips, take a sip myself, acutely aware of how close she was watching me.

“And...thanks for reaching your mug?” Melissa asked, both eyebrows up now as she studied my face.

”Hah, uh yeah...right,” I replied, “Thanks. Don’t know how it got up there…”

“Didn’t you put that there yourself last week?” she countered, confidently questioning me, “I watched you do it. We were in here chatting with Vida about her billing, and her cute new shoes.”

“I don’t...I wouldn’t...how could I?” I responded, for sure sounding confused. I was denying it, even to myself, but maybe I did put my mug up on the high shelf? Last Wednesday, was it? How was I able?  “I really don’t thINK-”

Yikes. What was that crack in my voice? Why did it just shoot higher?

“Did your...voice just crack?” Melissa asked, eyes widening in interest, “Like a little boy’s?” She bit her lower lip, watching me, hands now crossed in front of herself as she rocked, slowly, on her feet.

“I, uh...yeah, I guess so…” I answered, taking another sip of warm, milky coffee. Must have been something in my throat.

Melissa nodded, thinking to herself before speaking. “You’re like a little vulni-chic man, you know that?” she said, almost to herself but with unmistakable eagerness, biting her lip again, regarding me, “All helpless and weak, needing me to do things for you.” As we’d been standing here, Melissa’s voice had changed, subtly, had grown lower, smokier.

“V-vulni what?” I asked, less shocked than I should be for how she was speaking to me. Did she just call me ‘helpless and weak’??

“‘Vulni-chic’, like vulnerable,” she explained, reaching up to adjust the collar of my sports jacket, “it’s a hashtag these days. For guys that are smaller, beta guys that are, like…”

She bit her lip once again, eyes flashing as they shot into mine. My own heart was racing already, and her gaze quickened it further. What was happening? Why was I feeling like this? And - instead of breaking out of this humiliating conversation - why did I answer her with this:

“...L-l-like meE?” There it was. My voice cracked again.

“Omigod yes…” she groaned, eyes fluttering, “small, beta guys...like you. So hottttt…”

‘Hot?!?’ Jesus what was happening? Something was coming over her. And...what was going on with me? My...my cock was swelling in my pants, and then her perfume suddenly assaulted me anew, like a bomb blast, making my knees shake, chest shudder. Oh Christ, I felt all the blood rushing from my body, my brain, down...

“H-how tall are you, Dr. J?” Melissa asked, suddenly stepping in to me. We were face to face. Or, rather - face-to-tits.

“W-why?” I stuttered, alarmed and awed by how much bigger she was, standing here over me.  Honestly. My eyes were just about level with her collarbone, and the shelf of her impressive bosom threatened my chin. Her legs were longer, her hips were wider, her shoulders were stronger. I felt meager and weak, and anxious that we would be seen like this.

“I...I want to hear it…” she breathed, obviously without any similar concerns or misgivings herself. If anything, she only inched closer.

My mouth went dry, my mind blanking as I reflexively stepped back. “W-well...didn’t we measure me, when we were shopping? I’m...5’8”?”

“No way…” she answered, shaking her head, her mane of hair alive on its own, “no way your five-eight...” Her voice trembled in eager exhilaration.

I thought to myself, immediately - she’s right. I remembered just then how I had measured myself on rounds at the hospital last week at 5’7”. I had been doing my best since then to put the fact that I had once been 5’11” - way back when - as far out of my mind as possible.

“We’re going to measure you again….” Melissa announced, and then as if suddenly remembering something, reached into her dress, down her neckline, into her cleavage. She pulled out a...tape measure?

Who keeps a tape measure in their bra??

“Wait Melissa don’t-“ I began, but before I knew it I was taken by the shoulders, firmly, and half-guided/half-pushed towards the wall. Roughly, she kicked a tall trashcan aside and stuck me in its place..

“Stand straight,” she directed me, having already pulled a pencil, also, from between her tits. One hand on my chest, and standing too, too close, she looked down onto the top of my head as she marked it against the wall, onto the matte grey paint. I took the moment to not only stare at her big, firm tits, but breathe in her perfume. It was like a hit, and I knew if I didn’t watch myself I’d be needing it, a junkie. Her own breath came in quick little pants, and I admired the bulge of her breasts, how they rhythmically swelled over her bra, even through the taut, knit fabric of her dress. But soon, immediately, she’d moved me aside and instructed me: “Hold this.” She put the end of the tape measure in my hand, held it against the mark on the wall.

Still without protest I complied, and in the next moment she’d crouched down, giving me a view down her top and-

“Oh god you’re five-five??” she groaned from her knees, reading the tape, “You’re so short.”

“I, uhhh…” That can’t be right, can it? It must be a mistake!! I thought, but then remembered my shoes, adjusting my desk ch-

“When are you going to sign those papers..?!?” Melissa groaned, loudly, suddenly standing up and taking me by the shoulders. She had tossed the tape measure onto a nearby table. I gulped, and looked up at her. She stared hotly into my eyes and searched them, fighting something in herself and watching me, watching me passively waiting for her to-

“What are you two up to?” Randi said, entering the breakroom with Amelia, “it’s a little early, don’t you think?” She had caught us - close to being within inches, Melissa’s hands on my shoulders, holding me to her - in an obviously intimate pose. What would she think was happening?!

“Missy don’t hurt the poor guy,” the blonde added, checking her nails with a disinterested frown, “we need him to sign our checks…”

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Another big thanks to Beetlebomb for the image and a shout-out to Horuvex for letting my little world tangent into his. All non-canon for "Nexifem", of course :)

[yandere-sins]

Hiya!! Love your work 💕 May I please request 17 and 49 from your supernatural prompts with Diavolo? (Or like, whichever one you prefer!) ✨

How about both! Thank you so much for requesting my favorite character atm ;; I love Diavolo a LOT! Enjoy!

“I left my mark on you, isn’t that enough?”  &  “I haven’t met a human like you in a while… How interesting.” 

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Ever since you came to the Devildom, your interactions with Diavolo had been sparse. Of course, you two greeted each other in the hallways, or you saw him around Lucifer a few times. But your overall interactions with the lord had been as little as the activities you were actually doing the first two months living there. Aside from studying and hanging out with the brothers, you hadn’t exactly gone out or gotten in trouble with someone either. You had done nothing to be called into a private audience with Diavolo.

Accordingly nervous, you found yourself sitting on a chair right in front of the big work desk that was Diavolo’s place of command. Neither he nor Barbatos gave you much attention as he had just asked you inside and to take a seat, explaining he had to tend to this report before he had the time for you. You never had witness Diavolo at work, so this was quite new, and a little intimidating, as his expression was way more serious than the usual chipper one he greeted you with.

“[Name],” he called out to you, your mind spacing out as you fiddled with the hem of your uniform, wondering what you did to end up here. Without looking at his butler, Diavolo handed him the paper he had just written, Barbatos taking it and excusing himself with a brief nod in your direction. Immediately, as you met Diavolo’s eyes, his face cheered up, his usual big smile taking over his lips. “Sorry to make you wait, you probably were nervous when I called you here, weren’t you? I don’t plan anything bad, I promise!”

Laughing loudly, he had seen right through you, embarrassingly fast. But his words helped you to relax and take a deep breath, and you quickly replied, “It’s fine!” 

“Good,” he chuckled, nodding knowingly. “I wanted to know if you were able to settle in and get along with everyone well. I hope no one is bothering you?”

Prompted by him to answer his question, you spoke freely about your experience so far. You had no reason to hold back about how well you got along with Mammon and Levi and were slowly warming up with everyone else, happy to tell him about how you spent a lot of time studying and progressing with your tasks. Diavolo made courteous nods and hums next to your tales, though his smile was slowly dwindling the longer you continued talking about other people rather than yourself.

“That sounds like you’ve been having a great time,” he noted, interrupting you and sending a sudden shiver down your spine as you heard an unsuspected chilliness to his voice.

“Ah, yes. It’s been going very well for me.”

“I see.” Standing up from his chair, you were almost urged to do the same, but he stopped you with a wave of his hand, making you sink back while he surrounded his table, leaning against the front. “You’ve been making a few pacts as I heard, I hope those demons have been treating you well too?”

Nodding enthusiastically, you couldn’t help but feel a sudden rush of intimidation wave over you. After all, you hadn’t spent time in private with Diavolo before, so you never quite noticed just how piercing his eyes were, especially when he was so close. And with him standing in front of you, for the first time, you really noticed his authority. His whole body language was pushing you down into your place, arms crossed, leaning against the table leisurely. It showed you exactly how little of a threat you were, and considering you two were from different species, this was a situation you subconsciously took as a red flag.

“It certainly has been some time that anyone managed to get more than one pact, especially in such a short time. And from what I heard, you are still going strong, befriending everyone. I haven’t met a human like you in a while... how interesting.”

His praise was rather dull-spoken as Diavolo pushed himself away from his table, rounding you at a leisure pace. His eyes never left you, and you felt them sting even in your back as you tried to remain calm. It would have been foolish to think of yourself as an animal that was being circled by its inevitable demise, the hunter, but it almost seemed the part.

Flinching as you felt his fingers brush over the back of your shoulders, brushing aside some strands of hair and revealing your neck, Diavolo let out a few chuckles. You suddenly felt very aware that HE must be aware, toying with your nervousness. When he finally came back into your field of vision, it was almost a relief, though you still got caught off-guard as he started to speak again, voice booming and imbuing as ever.

“So, I was thinking...” he started, clapping his hands together to cause another scare to your discomfort. By now, your fingers had started clawing into the fabric of your trousers, while your mind was confused about why you’d be so scared of a person who you knew as nothing but kind until now.

“Maybe we should make a pact. How about it? Any wishes?”

Mouth falling open, you were speechless for a second, his words replaying in your head. It was a sudden proposal, and though you should have been overjoyed about it, you felt reluctant, considering who he was. “W-With me, Sir?” you asked, trying to stay polite. “Yes!” he was quick to answer, and it only confused you more as he seemed like he was serious.

“I-I don’t really have a reason to... right now,” you stuttered. You weren’t even sure how to handle pacts, yet, one with a demon like Diavolo. He wasn’t just any demon, he wasn’t even like the brothers. He was the alpha and the omega of the Devildom, and he probably had more power than he knew what to do with.

“I’d like to be in on the fun... Get to know you better, help you out. I am very sure I can be helpful when times get tough, you know?” Diavolo had his arguments, but there was a nagging in the back of your head that it wasn’t right still. You didn’t even deserve a demon like him... right?”

“Do you want to see it?” he whispered into your ear all of a sudden, and you almost jumped off your chair as you hadn’t noticed him move. “What do you mean?” you squeaked as you quickly tried to follow him with your gaze this time, while he passed you again. It somehow scared you to let him out of your eyes by now, never knowing what he was going to do next and what hid behind the obligatory smile on his lips.

“Why, my mark, of course,” he laughed carefreely, smoke rising from his hand before a hand-mirror was revealed from it. “Have a look, it’s right there.” Sliding the mirror into your hand, he tapped above your chest a few times, signaling you where his mark would be. It was almost embarrassing to pull away your coat and shirt to look at the place it appeared, finding it to be right above your heart. But he was right, as his sigil shone right where he promised it was, colorful and strongly. It was a vain thought, but you almost felt a surge of power just by looking at it.

“That’s... I am... I’m not sure, Sir. I don’t think I deserve to make a pact with you.”

Your words weren’t exactly to his liking, but you only caught his disapproving expression for the last second on his reflection in the mirror. Without knowing why, you were puzzled to see him displeased, not knowing the things Diavolo was planning for you once he had you in his strings. “That’s not true, [Name],” he sighed, putting his hands on your shoulders, fingers going down one after the other.

Diavolo opened his mouth, but for a second, he soaked in the warm feeling beneath his palms, dragging his hands down to your arms and up towards your neck again. You were so close. So close to being his, he could taste it on the tip of his tongue.

“You deserve my power. An amazing human like you deserves me- my power. We’d be good... partners.”

It was hard to think under the strain of his fingers digging into your shoulder flesh, but the least you could do was consider his words, that much you owed him. “I--” you started, thinking about still telling him ‘no’, when he suddenly seemed to vanish again, your head looking around frantically.

You felt his fingers around your chin before you saw him, Diavolo directing you towards his body squatted down on your right side, next to your chair. He didn’t look all that intimidating anymore when he was crouched next to you, smiling with shining eyes. “Don’t you want to get stronger? Perform your very best this year? You and I can make that true!”

“I... yeah,” you admitted. You did want to do your very best for the time here in Devildom, that’s what had been your ambition in this exchange program. And certainly, no one was better suited to help you then Diavolo was. Sneaking another glance at his mark in the mirror, you again felt the source of power that it emitted, feeling a little smitten by that feeling rushing through you. This realization didn’t go unnoticed by the future ruler of the Devildom, Diavolo’s smile growing a bit wider even. Humans were nothing but easy. The all desired something, and all he had to do was play the right chords for you to fall directly into his trap.

“Okay,” you finally agreed, and he laughed merrily, standing up with ease and pulling you along by the wrist. “Very well, let’s go then!” he announced, starting to march towards the door to the hallway while you stumbled after him. “Where are we going?” you asked, confused.

“To the palace, of course! It’s where we will live, after all.”

“What? But what reason would I have to live there? I got lodged at the House of Lamentation, right?”

At this, Diavolo took another chipper step before halting and promptly turning around to face you with a cheerful, yet, belittling expression. “What reason? I left my mark on you, isn’t that enough? You need to be with me, how else do you think our pact could work?”

“B-But--”

“Oh, [Name]!” he laughed. You were cute, still so clueless about the spark behind his eyes. It was just another trait he looked forward to using for his own gain.

“Just listen to me, and you will be fine,” he ‘calmed’ you, ignoring any further attempts of you not to follow him. Pacts weren’t fair when the power balance was so off. You would have to offer him much to ever repay the debt you put yourself into by agreeing, which wasn’t something you had been made aware of before. But what did you expect? Diavolo was still a demon. He wouldn’t have told you about the things he wanted to do with this delicious, unique soul of yours.

Instead, he rather called it a learning experience. And he'd teach you for a long time.

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[sombreboy]

Misguidance↬Soft!Dom!PJM

▎ 18+ ▎ pairing: Hired dom!Jimin x Y/N ▎ genre: smut, some fluff ▎ word count: 6.4k ▎ warnings: soft!dom!jimin, bdsm-esque themes, spanking/cropping, bruising, fingering both holes at once lol, some edging, cursing, biting/marking, restraints, some cockwarming, unprotected sex, cum eating, Jimin might catch some feels for his client lmao

Banner by @ppersonna​ whom also shall be the victim of Jimin’s soft dom shenanigans. ♡ I spent way too long writing this please praise me.

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You arrange a meeting with a hired dom for the night, whom (mis)guides you through the pleasures of pain.

You stood in front of the building, checking the GPS on your phone an extra three times before you finally accepted the fact that this was, indeed, the right address. Gathering all the courage you could muster, you took a deep breath before stepping inside of the luxurious hotel, earning your fair share of looks from people who clearly were of higher status, probably wondering what the hell you were doing there. With a backpack in your hands.

You’d arranged a meeting with a hired dom for a variety of reasons. One, you were single. Two, the times where you weren’t, nobody had ever been able to, or dared to do the things you wanted done to you. Three, one night stands wouldn’t do. You needed somebody experienced, somebody who knew what they were doing, and that you could trust.

Not that you could say for sure that you’d be able to feel fully comfortable, but the chances were high.

You’d kept in contact with Park Jimin for a while, he was incredibly patient and open to any questions or worries on your end. He was very comforting, and easily made you feel at ease. So, that’s where you finally decided to hire him as your daddy dom for the night.

The previous day he’d sent you a list of what to bring; If you had any preferred toys, a lingerie of your own choice (even though he gave his own opinion; slutty.), and of course, just yourself. He’d take care of the rest.

You quickly made your way towards the room with the number you were informed of, hovering outside the door for probably a minute. But it was the longest minute of your life, your nerves getting to you as it felt almost impossible to raise your hand to knock.

Another deep breath, you’d be fine, you could do this, manifesting the courage within to finally bring your knuckles against the door with a light tap.

A few seconds later, the door opened to reveal the very man himself in the flesh. The blonde had a soft smile on his face, dressed simple with a black v-neck and matching black ripped jeans, stepping aside to give you enough space to join him in the room. As you did so, he closed the door behind you, the click of the lock causing you to yelp quietly, turning to the man, who still looked incredibly soft. Was he really the dom he claimed to be?

‘’Y/N.’’ His smile grew as he stepped closer, however with just enough space between the two of you to extend a hand in a greeting. Weird. But you took his offer nonetheless, returning the smile, ‘’Hi… uh, Jimin?’’

‘’That’s right…’’ He let your smaller hand linger between his fingers, eyes roaming down your figure for a mere moment before he continued, ‘’Care for something to drink while we discuss the rules?’’

‘’Uh, water would be great, thank you..’’ 

Jimin glanced at you over his shoulder as he headed over to the kitchen, a lopsided smile on his lips when he noticed how your doe eyes are looking around the room. Was this really a hotel room? It looked more like a penthouse, it was probably double-- or even triple the size of your own apartment. You quietly followed him, still in awe by your surroundings. He turns to hand you the simple glass of water, his fingers softly grazing yours as you accept it, immediately chugging it down with a nervous gulp.

‘’First time?’’ Jimin suddenly asked, causing you to almost choke on the last mouthful of water-- luckily you were able to get it down with a tight swallow before you embarrassed yourself.

‘’W-why? Does that matter…’’

‘’Well, yeah,’’ the blonde kept his reassuring smile on his lips, taking the glass from you to set it on the counter before he guides you towards the couch in the living room, urging you to sit down next to him, ‘’I’d like to be aware of your level of experience, so I know what to discuss with you before we begin… So, is this your first time?’’ 

‘’It’s my first time with a professional,’’ You admit, shifting your weight in your seat, ‘’I’ve tried before with previous partners, but…’’

‘’But?’’ Jimin pushed, urging you to continue.

‘’They were too… nice?’’ 

‘’So, what is it that you want? For me to be unkind?’’ ‘’No,’’ Your gaze fell on Jimin, who’s unwavering eyes were piercing through you, causing a shiver to run down your spine, ‘’No but... I want you to hurt me .. I mean--  really hurt me.’’ ‘’I can do that.’’

For just a split second, Jimin swore he could see your eyes glaze over with an unnamed emotion. Excitement, or something within that realm, perhaps? You quickly gathered yourself, however, keeping your hands clasped together in your lap.

‘’I assume you’ve got a pain kink?’’ Jimin bluntly asked, he was getting genuinely curious about you. It was obvious to him that you did, but he couldn’t help but wonder what you’d answer. You were probably one of his most interesting clients so far-- if not ever. You seemed so reserved, and yet here you were, with a hired dom, asking for him to hurt you.

When you replied with nothing but a nod, Jimin continued, ‘’Does pain actually feel good to you, or is it simply the concept of being hurt that gets you off?’

‘’I… both, I suppose?’’ You felt your face heat up from answering the question, feeling a bit embarrassed, however you continued with your response, ‘’If the pain is sufficient enough, it’s like…. My mind shuts off, and my skin feels like it’s electrified all over.’’

Jimin hummed… He wondered if he’d be able to push you past that point during tonight's session. He was sure of it.

‘’So, you would like for us to focus on impact play during our time together?’’ Jimin kept his attentive eyes on you, tilting his head slightly to the side in question. He already knew this from previous interactions with you through the hiring process, of course, but he wanted to have it verbally confirmed so that there would be no misunderstandings.

‘’Yeah..’’ 

‘’Another thing I’d like to bring up…’’ Jimin seemed a little... surprised, to say the least, but kept his professional mask on as he continued, ‘’Is sex something you’re expecting?’’

Your leg anxiously bounces underneath your clasped hands, lower lip clamped between your teeth, ‘’If… If it’s on the table.’’

‘’Are you sure?’’ Jimin questions you once more, just to make sure that you’re certain of what you want. 

‘’Yes.’’ You nod, voice finally the most stable and confident it’s probably sounded since you got here.

‘’Okay, great!’’ Jimin smiles, leaning back into the couch comfortably, ‘’Then let’s go over do’s and don’ts before we begin, shall we?’’

He waits for your response, which simply once again was in the form of a nod.

‘’Spanking?’’ ‘’Yes.’’ ‘’Flogging?’’ You nod.

Jimin pauses for a second, his small smile reappearing, ‘’Restraints?’’

You hesitated, eyes flickering between Jimin’s before nodding.

‘’Okay,’’ The blonde replied, making a mental note of your answers, ‘’Any triggers?’’

Your eyebrows were drawn together, ‘’Huh?’’

‘’Like,’’ Jimin gestured with his hand in the air to find the right words for his elaboration, ‘’Is there anything I should avoid doing or saying that you’re not comfortable with?’’

You hummed, thinking for a moment before shaking your head, ‘’No.’’

Jimin mentally crooked an eyebrow at your answer, pursing his lips in thought, ‘’Are you sure?’’

‘’Yes.’’ You almost sighed out your reply, you didn’t want to admit it, but you were growing impatient, ‘’I’m sure.’’

‘’All right,’’ Jimin nods as he gets up from his seat, ‘’We’re almost done with the questions, be patient. Any pet names you’d prefer for me to call you?’’

‘’Uh…. Just, baby? I guess..’’ Your reply sounded more like a question, as if asking him for permission, to which Jimin gave an encouraging nod.

‘’Anything you’d like to call me other than my name? Sir? Daddy, perhaps?’’

‘’I’d rather.. Not talk that much,’’ You seemed less embarrassed by now, your voice growing more confident. Jimin nods once more, ‘’Of course, that’s okay.’’

‘’You mentioned that your previous partners were,’’ he quoted with his fingers in the air, ‘’too nice…. How far did you go with them?’’

‘’Just, spanking…. They always end up feeling too bad about hurting me, so it wouldn’t go much further than that.’’

Jimin tried to hide his growing curiosity behind his mask of professionalism, giving you another nod, ‘’One last thing,’’ he said as he gestured for you to get up from the couch and follow him towards the bedroom, to which you did without hesitation. He stood by the large bed, his grin growing before he spoke once more, ‘’Safeword?’’

‘’Apple.’’

‘Cute’ Jimin mused to himself, stretching his body as his eyes lingered on your smaller frame, ‘’Ready?’’

Finally.

‘’Get completely undressed, baby.’’ Jimin’s tone changed, the softness from earlier no longer existent. The blonde sat down at the foot of the bed, gesturing with his hand how he wanted you to lay down across his lap, ‘’And come.’’

You immediately obeyed his commands, embarrassment long gone after the tedious, but much appreciated, conversation had made you too impatient to care. You swiftly crawled up on the bed, bending over across his lap, giving him a full view of your, for now, unbruised ass.

‘’Pretty, baby,’’ Jimin cooed, smoothing the palm of his hand along with your spine, tracing the curve of your ass until he reaches the part where it meets your thighs, causing a shiver to run down your spine, ‘’Comfortable?’’

‘’Mhm.’’ You hum in response.

As a test, Jimin didn’t warn you before his palm landed on your ass with a light smack. It wasn’t hard at all, nothing compared to what he could, and most likely would, do. But he wanted to see your reaction, which was barely one at all; merely a jump in surprise rather than in pain.

‘’Continue?’’ He asked, a cheeky grin on his face.

‘’Yes.’’ You really, really, wanted more. The slow buildup in which he was going for was almost tortuous.

‘’Good girl,’’ Jimin murmured, surprised by how the petname earned a full body shudder from you, and he took full amusement in this fact. You were full of surprises, weren’t you?

‘’Remember to use the safeword if you can’t take it anymore, okay baby?’’ He reminded you, earning a small nod from you, which was just enough for him to urge him to continue.

And with that, his palm landed on the plump of your ass once more, this time hard enough to draw a gasp from you. But he didn’t stop, his hand striking the same spot over and over, the skin slowly turning into a red, beautiful shade underneath his ministrations.

His mouth was salivating at the gorgeous colour. He noticed how your breathing was quickening, getting heavier-- it was definitely affecting you, giving Jimin a reason to smirk at how easily he had you worked up. He stopped for a moment, noting how you almost whined at the loss, wiggling your ass to taunt him.

Jimin tugged your hair, pulling your head back to look at your face with a smirk evident on his own, ‘’Continue?’’

‘’Yes’’ you breathed out, eyes fluttering as they met his. You already started to look out of it, and it was rewarding to his eyes. He hadn’t even begun, and he had a feeling you’d let him continue until your ass was basically painted with bruises.

‘’Get comfortable on the bed for me, baby. Let’s take a short break.’’

And with that, he did mean a short break. You got off his lap to sit on the bed, watching him in confusion as he stood up to grab his bag, digging in it for the tools he needed for the next part, a small glance over his shoulder to check on you, ‘’Have you ever had a crop or a cane used on you?’’

You shook your head, curiosity and excitement evident in your eyes, which made Jimin’s smile widen as he approached you once more, with the two tools mentioned in his hand, ‘’Turn over for me, ass up. I want to make sure you can handle the sensation… It’s not the same as a hand.’’

Jimin relished in how much you seemed to trust him, scrambling to get on your knees on the bed, exposing your ass and already glistening cunt for him. He was basically a complete stranger to you, but here you were, giving yourself to him to take care of you. And oh, did he plan to.

He moved closer, his hand giving your ass a soft squeeze, drawing a small breath to push your lips. Jimin was testing you, even though you said it was okay to touch you-- even expected him to fuck you eventually, it almost felt like touching you was something forbidden. And that made it more intriguing. Jimin’s own breath was getting heavier, lower lip clamped between his teeth at the sight of your holes. It was a delicious sight, and he couldn’t wait for them to be spread open for him, bruised and completely blossomed with a reddish tone when he’s done with you.

Jimin opted to start off by using the crop, meaningly tapping it against the part where your ass meets your thighs, causing you to tense up just ever so slightly.

‘’This will sting.’’ He warned, but not giving you enough time to react before he swatted your ass. You nearly collapsed face down on the bed, forearms placed on the mattress, another gasp earned. But you could take it, you wanted more, wiggling your ass in the air for him as he watches the line of red form on the skin. Knowing you could handle it, he set down the crop to grasp the cane instead, ‘’And this will be a lot sharper than the previous one.’’

If you thought the crop hurt, then the cane would definitely, really hurt. But that’s exactly what you wanted. Jimin just wasn’t sure if you were really ready for that kind of pain, ‘’Ready?’’

You tensed up, hesitating to answer as you felt the hard material of the cane tap against your ass.

‘’We can stick with the crop if you’d like.’’ Jimin teased, letting the material smooth against the bruised part of your ass. You shook your head, ‘’I want to try.’’

‘’Are you certain?’’ He questioned, knowing you’d say yes, but he wanted confirmation.

You nod, positioning yourself more comfortably, adamant to take what Jimin had planned for you, body tensing up just a tad bit in preparation for the blow.

The cry that left your lips when the cane struck across your ass was a blessing to Jimin’s ears, your body jolting forward, clawing at the sheets. Your felt tears form in the corners of your eyes before tightly screwing them shut, pressing your cheek against the pillow underneath your head.

‘’Too much?’’ Jimin cooed, and your nod in response was enough for him to toss the cane aside, instead focusing on softly smooth his hands over your ass, soothing the stinging sensation on your bruised skin, ‘’You’re doing so well, baby, it’s okay..’’

‘’Y-you can still use the crop..’’ Your muffled voice surprised him, earning a chuckle from the gorgeous blonde,

‘’Yeah? You sure? Well, I guess.. The customer’s always right.’’ He smiles, ‘’Ready to continue, baby?’’

‘’C-could I have some water first?’’

‘’Certainly,’’ Jimin’s heart almost burst at the small request, ‘’Sit up.’’ He instructed as he headed to grab a water for you, handing it to your small, naked frame as he sat down next to you. He watched you drink, and Jimin couldn’t help but feel something stir in his stomach. But, why? He had no reason to feel anything. He’d done this countless times under much heavier circumstances… But never once, did he feel this. Maybe it was your innocence, yet devilish desires that intrigued him, but the purity surrounding you made him feel like he wanted to protect you from the bad in this world; not introduce you to new ones.

He shrugged his thoughts off, he was determined to give you everything you desired, and that’s it. Nothing more, nothing less.

When you were ready, you returned into position; thighs spread wide, ass up, ready once again for the crop to paint your beautiful skin in red.

‘’Such an obedient babygirl,’’ He praised, getting up and without a second to waste, the crop cut through the air with a whistle before it smacked across your ass once more, adding to the many lined bruises adorning your skin, ‘’Taking everything I give you so well.’’

You noticed that his dominant persona slowly grew, probably because he finally started to get a feel of what you could and couldn’t handle. You shuddered at the praise, he didn’t even need to touch you, but he decided to reward you with it anyway, letting his hand carefully smooth up the inside of your thigh up to your ass, letting his thumb gently brush over the delicate flesh between your plump cheeks.

He quickly withdrew his hand when you started to wiggle your hips, earning a needy whine from you at the loss of his touch. This was the first time he touched you like this, but it certainly wasn’t the last.

Jimin switched the crop into his other hand before he lashed at your skin again, this time at the back of your thighs, much harder and faster than previously, continuously whipping until your thighs were adorned with streaks of red.

The sounds you made were a swirling mix of sobs and grunts, unable to hold back your cries as your entire body was trembling with each impactful strike.

Jimin was honestly amazed by how well you took this, his own bulge straining against the fabrics of his pants. He wanted to force more noises and reactions out of you.. He wanted more of you, so much more. But there was time, he was patient. This night was all about you, after all.

‘’Reach back and spread yourself wide for me, baby.’’ He instructed, and you instantly obliged, feeling the embarrassment of exposing yourself further to his eyes as your hands tightly grasped the flesh of your cheeks to spread them, your soppy folds glistening in need for more.

He didn’t ask whether or not you were okay to continue, not wanting to break the immersion of the scene this time as he falls deeper into his role. He trusted you to use your safeword if needed from now on.

‘’If you’re a really, really good girl for me…’’ He paused for the mere intensity of the anticipation of his next words, ‘’I’ll let you cum tonight, play with you until you can’t take it anymore.’’

You obviously loved the sound of that, your body trembling and wiggling for him, causing his lips curl up into a smirk, ‘’I want you to count for me. Four spanks. Go on.’’

‘’One.’’ you breathed out as he this time opted to use his palm again, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing.

‘’T-two!’’ the blunt nails of your fingers dug into the skin of your ass, but managed to hold still nonetheless as the second spank striked.

‘’Three! A-ah fuck!’’ You cursed and hissed, the third strike landing directly on your wet cunt, catching you by surprise, body jolting forward at the impact, falling flat on your stomach as you broke the position you were told to stay still in. Tears started to trickle down your cheeks, but Jimin hadn’t heard you word out the safeword, so he didn’t break his cold, hard expression, maintaining his dominant persona.

‘’Ah, ah….’’ Jimin tutted, ‘’Back into position. You still owe me one more.’’

For a moment, Jimin almost believed that you’d use your safeword on him, maybe he’d pushed you too far. But when you eagerly moved back into position for him, hands quivering as they once more spread yourself for him, knowing exactly what you got yourself into.

The final strike was fast and punishing, not even giving you the chance to count before it landed on your sore skin, a content hum vibrating in Jimin’s chest.

‘’Good girl,’’ Jimin praised, gently soothing his palm over your abused ass, ‘’Take a moment to relax.’’, and as if on cue, your small frame collapsed on the mattress, letting the soft duvet soothe the stinging bruises when you rolled over to your back.

While giving you your well deserved break, Jimin dug through his bag for additional supplies, your curious eyes following his every move, squinting to see what he’d planned for you next.

Jimin came back to the bed, climbing up on it himself to sit on his knees as he instructed for you to get back into the original position he preferred you to be in, to which you didn’t waste any time in complying to his wishes. He placed a pillow underneath your head to ensure your comfort, your cheek pressing onto the soft duvet. He’d brought two pairs of handcuffs with him, and a bottle of lube that he placed on the bed by his knees as he got to work, cuffing your wrist and ankle together on one side, and once again on the other. He trailed his fingers down your spine before pushing down, forcing you to arch your back further for him.

‘’This okay?’’ Jimin tilted his head to glance down at you, referring to the cuffs mainly.

‘’Yeah,’’ You easily replied, the strain in your voice completely vanished by now. However, Jimin intended to get that right back.

‘’Good, want you to be as comfortable as possible for this next part.’’ Jimin smiled as he moved to sit behind you, gaze roaming over your bruised skin until it lands on your core, ‘’Gonna use my fingers now.’’ He whispered out the words just loud enough, watching your hole clench around nothing as he said so. His hand softly caressed the back of your thigh, slowly inching towards your middle before letting his thumb glide between your slick folds, ‘’Continue?’’

‘’Please,’’ You gasped, being deprived of such a simple sensation for this long was driving you mad, ‘’Continue, please.’’

Jimin’s thumb continuously teased your hole, spreading the wetness across your folds as he leaned in to place a soft kiss on the back of your thigh, drawing a gasp from you. Greedy for more reactions, he nipped at your skin with his teeth, testing the waters once more.

When your reactions were nothing but inviting, he bit down hard on your bruised skin, leaving in indent of his teeth on you as he pulled back to check on you, his finger now soaked from teasing you throughout.

You were practically crying, breath heavy as your cheek pressed against the pillow, tears soaking the cloth beneath you. Jimin considered whether he should clean this up, give you another break, but decides to leave it as is. You could use your safeword, and you could breathe, so Jimin ignored this continuous urge to treat you as if you were a fragile little flower.

Jimin slowly let the tip of his finger sink into your cunt without warning, just enough so that it was nail-length deep inside. From now on, there would be no breaks unless you told him so yourself.

Earning more whines from  you, fighting the urge to push yourself against his fingers-- luckily, you didn’t have to fight it for long as you felt the sudden stretch of him sinking two digits inside of you without a word, his greed for more reactions growing.

And just as he expected, maybe even hoped; you were already squirming in your restraints, the chain of the cuffs clicking as it was straining against your attempts to move, barely able to hold yourself up, causing Jimin to tightly hold your hip with his free hand as he’s using his other to fuck his fingers into you without mercy, forcing more cries and whimpers to push through your lips.

‘’Tell me when you’re close.’’ He utters, his voice incredibly calm in contrast to the way his fingers move in and out of you, the wet squelching noises nearly causing him to groan himself.

Jimin kept his rhythmical pumping of his fingers going until he felt your body tensing up, high-pitched strained wails caught in your throat in between your barely coherent words, ‘’Please…g-gonna ...cum…’’

Jimin suddenly pulled away, leaving you a trembling mess, whining at the loss of his fingers. He brought his fingers close to his face to inspect your juices coating them before bringing them to his mouth, licking them completely clean as he allows a low moan to escape his throat. God, how badly he wanted to just bury his face into your cunt right this second and eat you out until you passed out on him. But for now, this would do, he mused as he gave his fingers one last suck, ensuring he didn’t waste a single drop.

‘’Not yet.’’ Jimin cooed at you, but he knew he wanted you to soon. But first, he wanted to play with you a little more-- you deserved it. He reached for the bottle of lube on the bed, squirting a generous amount on his fingers before coating your other hole. The cold sensation of the liquid makes you yelp, body jerking slightly. But you liked it… Wanted more.

Jimin still didn’t give in to the urges to ask you whether or not it was okay to continue. He knew you’d let him know if it was too much.

‘’Relax.’’ He murmured as he slowly pushed one finger in, easily done with the help of lubrication. You exhaled the breath you didn’t even know you were holding until he forced it out of you, one digit now knuckle deep in you. He kept it still for a moment, circling his finger inside to get you used to the sensation, ‘’You’re doing so well, baby.’’

The praise earned a whine from you, and he was fighting the smile twitching on his lips. He had to maintain his stoic expression for the sake of the play, but you were not making it easy for him.

Sliding his finger back out, he added a second one, the tight fit causing a strained groan to erupt from his throat as he made it fit, gradually forcing them inside until he was once more knuckle deep, ‘’So tight for me.’’

Your breaths were heavy, small whines continuously rolling off your lips as he finally started to move his fingers in and out of you, the lube serving to the squelching noises that gradually became louder the faster he was pumping his fingers into you.

And when you thought it couldn’t get better, it did-- Jimin using his free hand to tease at your cunt. But not for long, as you felt two more fingers entering your soppy hole, drawing out a long, low moan from you. Jimin exhaled deeply at the sight, watching as he had two fingers in each of your holes, alternating in digging as deep into you as he was physically able to.

Jimin leaned to the side to get a glance of your face, tears streaming down your cheeks with eyes tightly screwed shut. It was truly a sight, and the sounds you made only added to his own aching erection pathetically remaining untouched.

‘’Want to hear you, baby,’’ He breathes out, ‘’Don’t hold it in.’’

Your jaw fell slack when he increased the speed, slamming his fingers into you as he pleased, leaning in closer to bite and kiss at the bruised skin of your ass.

Your body tensed up once more at the familiar feeling, both holes tightening around Jimin’s fingers, your moans growing louder and more shameless everytime he keeps his steady rhythm of fucking his digits into both of your clenching holes, ‘’G-god….Gonna..c-cum..’’ You whined, muffling your moans into the pillow, drool staining the duvet.

‘’Good,’’ Jimin purrs, ‘’Cum for me, baby, you’ve done so well..’’

Jimin pulled his fingers out of your ass to solemnly focus on fucking his fingers into your cunt, curling his fingers to hurl you over the edge faster, and he can tell you’re on the edge by the way your hole is gripping around his fingers like a vice grip. With a few more punishing strokes with his curled fingers, your orgasm hits you like a wave of white pleasure, back arching as you choke on a silent cry. He almost cursed out loud at how tightly you were clenching around his digits, keeping them deep inside of you to feel every single throb of your insides, sharp eyes fixated on your core pulsating.

He gives you a moment to catch your breath when he pulls his fingers out, licking them clean once more as he crawls next to you, craning his neck to be able to look at your face. He reaches out to stroke your hair, trying to get your attention, ‘’Good job, baby… Think you can take more?’’

He knows he told himself he wasn’t going to ask, but he wanted to make sure that you even wanted the next part. It wasn’t required, but you yourself had mentioned that you expected it.

You glance up at Jimin, eyes glazed over and drool trickling from the corner of your lips down on the duvet. A small nod served as a reply along with your quiet ‘Please’.

‘’Gonna make me come too, hm?’’ Jimin’s voice was playful, yet stern. It was an odd mix, how he was able to shift between the two different modes was beyond your knowledge. But he made it work. You don’t respond, but he didn’t expect a reply either way, knowing that you’re all in for him. He swiftly grabs your waist to flip you over on your back, crawling up to position himself between your legs, piercing gaze staring directly at you. His attention on you in this sense made you feel small, but you loved it.

Jimin scuffed closer until he was comfortable, lifting your feet up to hook them over his shoulders, one hand firmly grasping your hip as the other gives his throbbing erection a few pumps, eyes never wavering from your face, a cheeky grin growing on his lips as the now familiar question slipped through his teeth, ‘’Continue?’’

You nod, and without hesitation, Jimin aligned himself with your soppy entrance and pushed his cock inside, a drawn out, low groan vibrating in his throat. You let out a muffled cry, automatically turning your head to the side to try to hide your face in the pillow.

‘’What a good girl,’’ Jimin praised, advancing his hips even further until he was buried to the hilt inside of you. He remained still for a moment, relishing in the wet, tight warmth squeezing his throbbing cock, hips pressed against your ass. It took great effort on Jimin’s end to keep himself from moving, to just let himself indulge in his primal instinct screaming at him to fuck you dumb right then and there.

But this wasn’t about him. It was about you.

‘’Baby,’’ Jimin softly said as his hands grasped your thighs, gently rubbing your skin before squeezing the flesh between his fingers, ‘’I need you to help me cum, okay?’’

‘’H-how..?’’ You question, but the way his blunt nails dug into your thighs caused your cunt to tightly clench around his length, drawing a low groan from him.

‘’Like that… Just like that… You’re so good to me.’’ Jimin groaned once more. You whimpered quietly, clenching around him again, this time on purpose.

‘’Keep going, baby..’’ Jimin encouraged, but this time he started to rock his hips back and forth, instead earning a few gasps from you, quickly turning into moans. He was honestly surprised by how every little sound you made felt like a punch in his gut that only made him harder, greedier to hear more.

A groan in frustration left Jimin as his hands moved down to your hips, letting your legs fall from his shoulder as he leaned down closer to you, ‘’You want to be good for me, don’t you?’’ Sweat formed on his temples as he was now fucking into you, hips snapping againt your ass with every thrust, ‘’Come on baby, keep squeezing me tight, please.’’

So you did, desperately clenching around his cock as your body jerks in his hold, every thrust more powerful than the last. The once again familiar pool of heat formed in your lower abdomen, the purposeful tightening around his cock now less in your control, but a mere result of another orgasm building up in you, your jaw hanging open in silent cries.

He notices, pleased with your reactions as he reaches down to grasp your chin between his thumb and index finger, ‘’Gonna cum too, baby? Again?’’ Another moan leaves his lips, the rhythm of his hips never wavering, ‘’Come on, I know you can do it. One more.’’

‘’Can’t…’’ you whined, screwing your eyes shut tightly, but Jimin could tell you were already close. He changed up the rhythm, instead grinding his hips in circles against you, prodding and teasing the sweet spot inside of you that’d have you cumming around his cock in no time, ‘’You can, baby,’’ His low grunt didn’t go unnoticed, ‘’Need you to cum for me.’’

Your body felt like it locked in place, muscles tensing up as your hands claw at the sheets, all while crying out a choked sob. The second time around your orgasm was stronger, amplified by Jimin’s cock, his groans, and his hands in a bruising grip on your hips. It felt like your eyes would roll to the back of your head if he didn’t keep you grounded with his own moans.

‘’F-fuck..! So good to me, gonna cum..’’ Jimin’s eyebrows were drawn together in focus, the layer of sweat glistening on his body as he works you through your orgasm, quickly chasing his own with the help of your tight warmth throbbing around his length. As he finally reached his peak, he swiftly pulled out, wrapping his fingers around his cock to give it a few firm strokes, cum gushing out to pool at your stomach.

Jimin clamped his lower lip between his teeth, lazily stroking his cock to ensure he’s given you every single drop he could offer.

Giving the two of you a short second to catch your breath, he remains seated on his knees between your legs, using two fingers to swipe up some of his come, ‘’Look what a mess.’’ He said with mischief in his tone, bringing his digits to your mouth to let you clean it up. Once you cleaned his fingers properly, he kept collecting more onto his fingers, feeding his come to you until your stomach was clean. A satisfied hum vibrated in Jimin’s chest, his soft smile slowly resurfacing.

‘’Thirsty?’’ He suddenly asks as he rubs your thighs soothingly. Your nod in reply was enough for him, sitting up with a small groan as you watch him head over towards the kitchen to grab the two of you a fresh bottled water. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t checking him out in his post-sex glory as his hips swayed walking away from you.

He quickly returns, crawling up in the bed next to you as he hands you the water, leaving his own on the nightstand for now.

‘’We should get you cleaned up.’’ Jimin suggested.

‘’Yeah,’’ You agreed, but put no effort into moving. Your body was spent.

‘’Maybe later,’’ Jimin snickered, in no hurry whatsoever for you to actually leave as he scuffed up to lean against the headboard, urging for you to do the same, ‘’Come.’’

You crawled up to him, a small groan from the soreness in your body. But eventually, you made it up to settle in his embrace, his arms wrapping around you in a gentle hug. His hand combed through your hair, causing you to look up at him with your doe eyes.

‘’You don’t have to stay, technically.’’ Jimin gave you a crooked smile. A strong urge to just lean in a little further, to press his lips against yours overtook him. But he didn’t.

You ponder for a moment, squeezing yourself against his body further in a hug. It was comforting, ‘’Maybe I want to?’’

‘’Perfect,’’ Jimin’s smile grew wider, and instead of giving in to his urge to kiss your lips, he settles for pressing a peck on your forehead instead, ‘’I don’t want you to leave.’’

And the two of you stayed like that for a long time, just holding each other until you fell asleep in his arms.

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The following morning you woke up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee and roomservice pancakes, Jimin’s smile growing when he saw you slowly stroll over to the kitchen in a t-shirt and underwear. He was merely wearing a pair of sweats, looking awfully domestic for being… Well, for what he was really here to be.

‘’Breakfast?’’ He snickered, already seeing your attention focusing on the food placed on the table, ‘’Go on. All yours… Hm--’’ He hesitated, approaching to stand behind you as you sat down by the table, his hand gently stroking your hair, ‘’I actually have to go.. But, feel free to leave whenever you want.’’

Your eyes grew wider, already a mouthful of pancake stuffed into your mouth, only spurring his smile on to grow wider.

‘’Okay..uh..’’ You felt a little disappointed for some reason, wishing he could stay around for longer. Jimin leans down to press a kiss on your cheek, ‘’Will I see you again?’’

His question was blunt, and sounded innocent in a way-- but if it meant for another session... 

‘’Yeah.’’ You responded almost too quickly, a small smile on your lips. ‘’Good.’’ Jimin’s eyes squinted before he turned on his heels to go get ready,

‘’I left my number on a note by the table.’’

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