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Maybe it's just the aromantic in me, but ava and the guys have better platonic chemistry than romantic chemistry
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#I get it#I really don't ship anyone in mid#dream friendgroup#me and the demons I took into my house#off the streets#🤭#aphmau confessions#aphmau#aphblr#aphverse#aphmau my inner demons#my inner demons#aphmau mid#shipfessions
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oh shit happy barricade day
#chirps#les mis fandom was a little ridiculous sure but also like. to many online teens the idea of having a big lgbt friendgroup#who did cool social justice and hung out in a cool cafe#was the Dream. ofc people were into it lmao
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#ms paint#my art#artists on tumblr#art#mewmew dream's art#scp oc#scp oc is the THING in the corner...#not rlly into scp but a friendgroup of mine is so um#its name is crinkle cut...
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is sieg a new character in your groups weird Fallen London adventures i haven't heard of em
sieg (to my understanding) is a character from an extremely goofy shitpost mod the cinematic masterpiece that is the turbulence office mod for library of ruina. batter wrote/is writing a crossover with arknights wherein sieg is the protagonist and his entire squad gets impromptu isekaied to terra and while i haven't finished reading all of it yet it's a very fun time and i highly recommend it
but tldr no. unfortunately sieghart library of ruina mod is not canon to the bandaged scoundrel fallen london. truly, a tragedy we all weep for.
#though sieg COULD be part of the scoundrel's friendgroup. if one opens up their mind as well as their heart.#life could be a dream.#i don't think they'd get along but yknow when it comes to dynamics with the scoundrel that's usually a feature#alternatively they get along too well and it's hazardous to all of our healths. either/or.#ask
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like im just saying they should invent a family that doesn't make you want to kill yourself
#and a school system while theyre at it#or just a me that wouldn't make me want to kill myself#just like. without all the problems that make it impossible to exist in normal society as myself#i know technically its possible for me to have a future but goddammit i dont see one okay#i havent made a single goddamn real life connection since middle school and now we're so distant i barely remember whos who on discord#thats not to mention how I've just been on the edge of every friendgroup anyway. including that one#im just some fucking loser. im not going to fucking graduate my only career aspiration is a goddamn pipe dream and if i dont fucking kill#myself by then im going to be stuck living with my family forever and we're not going to be seeing eye to eye.#all ive ever done is dig myself a deep grave and then tether other people to me to drag them down too#i love you all but i dont know how you see me as anything but gross and annoying and weirdly fucking clingy okay#i just#i dont know what im fucking doing#i wish i did. i wish i knew but i dont. and it feels like everyone else has figured out how things work and im just supposed to do that too#but i cant. i fucking cant and it keeps getting worse and i keep getting worse and i keep making it worse for my family while im at it#i miss being able to imagine doing stuff tomorrow. or in an hour#i miss being able to wash the dishes and not having to think about stabbing myself with fucking cutlery#i miss being able to show my mother my report card#but its my fucking fault im in this mess in the first place#and i just cant fucking try enough. or at all#aethers rants#cw vent#cw sui ideation#personal posts and stuff idk
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imagine being able to look into your moms eyes without feeling immense guilt clawinf at your heart
#ill never get tattoos or piercings or present myself in a way you wpuldnt want me to ill dedicate my life to pleasing you#ill stay up studying every night n still wake up at 5.25 each morning to go to school bc me getting good grades makes you happy#ive never went to a party ive never gone to prom ive never had a friendgroup ill never leave town ill never go to uni#ill be here for you till you wont be here for me anymore#i wont leave i cant leave i wont try to leave#never had dreams or aspirations of any kind so youll have me at your door at all times#you know whats best i dont know whats the worst that could happen sorry if ive ever talked in my sleep#never asking you to wash my back never asking you for more ever again#my pocket money are enough for me i wont buy anything else that isnt a need i wont throw uour money away ill never yell again
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the two things i learned from this wedding: i wanna be muscular soooooo bad for my gender. half of why this guy was so attractive was because i wanted to be him and i was jealous of his hair because he could put it up . the second is that while it's possible to survive a cold 30+ minute shower with bad water pressure while trying to shave when you haven't for a few months, it is deeply soul breaking and will change you as a man
#the third is related to my dream and it's that i really want a guy to hug me really tight for a long time#timothy's txts.#the fourth is that i'm so used to being in friendgroups with guys that consider me one of the boys that when i'm part of a group#of guys who consider me Not One Of The Guys But A Girl is soooooooo upsetting and sad. i could be one of the guys if you gave me a chance
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one of my irl friends just said "[dream] can get his ears pierced but he can’t stop pretending to like men" like bro do you even hear yourself right now?? you are literally accusing a queer man of faking his sexuality just because you dont like him! what! you yourself are trans and gay(umbrella term, cant remember its specific label), SURELY you should know better than this??? like i understand you dont like him due to his past, thats fine, and its annoying how you dont think people are capable of change but whatever its not my problem, but like. hate him as much as you want, why are you resorting to literal queerphobia?????? bruh
#sorrryyy im. a bit annoyed. and sure i COULD just talk to the friend about it however im pretty sure most of the people in this friendgroup#would probably tell me to kill myself if i ever said anything even slightly not negative about dream. so. yep#also ruby if u see this i know ur also friends with these people and in the discord where this was said. pleas dont snitch thanks. please#dreamwastaken#venting#SO sorry to the peop[le scrolling thu the maintags. i need my blog organized or i die. also im pretty sure some of my followers have#everything dreamrelated blacklisted and i must look out for them.
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You know it's fucked when my ocs start appearing in my school dreams
#like. i just had a dream where we all just accepted the fact that a 21yo alcoholic manwhore is just. a part of our friendgroup#we were on the bus on a trip to somewhere and i remember literally asking wait what about izzy?? like girl. what about him???#he doesn't even go to school full stop. he lives in fucking belldale and he's probably currently busy punching his bf or sth#oc tags:#izzy#apparently#fucking hell#and yesterday i had a dream *i* was izzy. that dream was beautiful tho.
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You can't tell me Damien and Huxley don't do this
Redacted Bois shotgunning with their listeners >>>>>
#the whole D.A.M.N friendgroup is the definition of dream blunt rotation#Also Baaaabe and Asher core homestly
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𐙚₊˚⊹ bbydaddy!yoongi (1) ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ *nsfw*
series m.list // taglist
note: omg !!! written for the 1st part cos i need to set the MOOD. hope u guys love it <3 i'm super hungover and this fic idea helped me recover buwhauhaa. pls give this new bbydady couple lots of love !
warnings: rawdogging, dirty talk, impregnation kink, daddy kink, creampie !
🏷️ permanent taglist: @joonsjuice @pamzn @defzcl @whoa-jo @taetaecatboy @jksusawife @un06 @firesighgirl @rrosiitas @butterymin @parkinglot-nights @musicjournalsjdb @kissyfacekoo @jkslvsnella @vampcharxter @bloopkook @somehowukook @bbystarcandykoo @ddanasjk @luvismenu @remgeolli @parapiop7 @lil0u0 @crazyovayou @mggv97 @thvgukk @rpwprpwprpwprw
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the sound of laughter and chatter spills into the hallway as you and hyemi hurry toward yoongi’s condo. as you balance a large steaming dishes in your arms, the tantalizing aroma of the main course wafts behind you two.
“how much shit do you think they’re gonna give me for being 45 minutes late?” you ask, glancing sideways at hyemi.
she adjusts the way she holds the 2 bottles of wine to knock on the door. they clink together as she answers you;
“they can eat shit,” hyemi laughs. “you know everyone starved themselves today for your food, right?”
just then, jin answers the door.
he greets you both, taking the meals from your arms. as you step inside, you hear everyones laughter and conversations clearer. nam joon’s earnest chatter with yoongi and hobi, jin calling taehyung to help him in the kitchen, and jungkook annoying jimin.
yoongi’s condo is filled with balloons and decorations celebrating their clinic’s launch, and the scent of various appetizers danced in the air. everyone is sprawled around the spacious living room, drinks in hand and smiles on their faces. everyone is in their own clothes and it feels strange to see them without their scrubs… not to mention; all together.
it feels surreal to think they’re all celebrating the launch of their private clinic.
the dream they had worked so hard to achieve.
the dream they deserve to have become a reality.
“finally!” nam joon cries out. he makes his way to you two, greets you, and then pulls hyemi into a hug. they exchange a quick kiss before wrapping her in his arms and turning to you. “thought you were gonna bail on us.”
you roll your eyes at him.
“how is it that you’re a doctor but always make it out like i’m busier than you?”
nam joon shrugs. “you’re a chef. that shits just as hard.”
“it’s not medical school,” you argue. “but i appreciate the recognition of my career choice… are you sucking up to me because you're hungry?”
nam joon puts his hands up.
“you can’t be the chef of our friendgroup and expect us not take advantage of it.”
you share a look with hyemi.
“joon, i’m expecting full free health care from you as payment for all the times i’ve fed you. from all the times i’ve fed all of you—”
jimin and jungkook raise their beer cans at you.
“yah! you’re the reason my body gets enough protein—”
as the group gathers around yoongi’s dining table, the atmosphere buzzes with excitement and camaraderie.
you’re in the kitchen, finishing the last touches on the meal you’ve prepared. you spent the entire day crafting this feast, and satisfaction blooms in your chest, especially with your final dish—a beautifully plated coq au vin, featuring tender chicken simmered in rich red wine, mushrooms, and pearl onions, all nestled together like a cozy family.
“dinner is served!” you announce.
as you approach the table, you scan for a seat or space for yourself. just as your gaze flits around, yoongi catches on and instantly stands up, his demeanor relaxed yet attentive. he gestures for you to take his seat.
“sit here. i’ll grab a chair from the living room,” he says, his voice calm and sure.
“it’s okay. i can—o-oh. wait—” you start, but before you can finish, yoongi is already striding toward the living room, his movements effortless. he returns, chair in hand, setting it down beside your spot and patting the seat next to him with a casual invitation.
your eyes meet for a moment, and the world around you fades as you hold his gaze, warmth blooming in your chest.
you smile and sit beside him.
“everything looks amazing, by the way,” yoongi leans in to whisper into your ear. “thank you for cooking for us tonight.”
he places his hand a little above your knee, a light touch that sends a thrill through you.
your heart skips for a moment, and just before it can race, he pulls his hand away.
“alright, everyone! before we dive in, let’s raise our glasses…” nam joon declares, lifting his glass of wine high. “here’s to our hard work and dedication. i can’t imagine being in this field of work without you guys… we did it! we have our own private practice. cheers!”
“cheers!” everyone echoes, their glasses clinking together.
as the group begins to serve themselves, you watch them dig into the coq au vin, anticipation swirling in your stomach. carefully, you observe their expressions transform after the first bite. jin and hobi’s eyes widen in delight, jungkook scrunches his face in exaggerated anger, while jimin and taehyung slump back in their chairs, clearly taken aback. hyemi and nam joon share a knowing look, and yoongi tilts his head, a small smile gracing his lips.
“holy shit, ___."
“you’ve outdone yourself.”
“i’m so glad i was skinny today… i have extra room in my pants to eat everything here,” jungkook moans. “fuck, ___. let me know when you wanna get married.”
everyone chokes on their food. from the corner of your eye, you watch for yoongi's reaction. he doesn't make a face or say anything. instead, he continues to eat and ignore jungkook's childish comment.
then, as you look away, you catch the way his grip tightens around his fork and knife.
puffing your cheeks, you turn your attention back to the group.
"marriage? you know i want a baby,” you huff, half-joking but with a hint of truth. "fuck, i want a baby so bad."
hyemi rolls her eyes. “we’ve been known.”
the baby fever you have is no secret to your friend group; it’s been a running joke since the beginning of time. with every glimpse of a baby in a stroller or at the mall, to the endless stream of baby videos shared in the group chat—everyone knows. the irony is that you’re simply too busy to have one. work takes most of your time, and you’re barely into dating, yet the baby fever lingers, woven into your very being. like how some people are just meant to be moms? that’s you.
everyone bursts into laughter, their playful jabs surrounding you like a warm blanket. everyone except for yoongi. he stays quiet, stealing a glance your way, a slight crease in his brow as he observes.
as you begin to eat, yoongi bumps shoulders with you, the casual touch sending a small jolt through your side.
“___,” he starts, his voice low and teasing. “i might have to request a cooking lesson. your food is too good.”
you bump shoulders back, a smirk playing on your lips. “don’t you cook?”
“not like this. not like you.”
you scoff lightly, shaking your head. “sure, i’ll accept your cooking lesson request… but only if you pay for the ingredients.”
he leans back in his chair, a glimmer of amusement dancing in his eyes.
then, he places his hand on your upper thigh again. this time, he squeezes it.
your heart begins to race.
yoongi’s soft gaze shifts toward you, the confident glint in his eyes paired with a playful smile.
“sure, ___. whatever you want.”
once dinner is finished and the dishes are cleared, everyone gathers around the living room. hobi puts on a movie, but the flickering screen fades into the background as everyone spreads out. jungkook is lounging on the couch, flanked by jimin and taehyung, who are playfully bickering. on the opposite end, nam joon and hyemi are cuddled together. meanwhile, hobi, jin, you, and yoongi are settled on the floor, engaged in a mindless card game. there's an easy banter flowing between you all.
“honestly, i don’t think i’ve fully processed it yet,” jungkook admits, scratching his head with a sheepish grin. “guys… we have our own fucking practice. we’re so adult.”
taehyung’s eyes sparkle with mischief as he leans back against the couch. “well, since we’re all adults now, let’s celebrate like we did back then—with something childish.”
jimin’s eyes light up at the suggestion.
“oh, i know exactly where this is going.”
yoongi rolls his eyes, feigning annoyance, but a small smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth. he puts his cards down and turns to taehyung and jimin.
“you guys can’t seriously be suggesting truth or dare.”
suddenly, everyone sits up.
“why not?” hyemi teases, nudging namjoon. he sits up, suddenly interested. “awh, we used to play that all the time! let’s use a wine bottle for the questions and shots for the skipping.”
“yes, let’s do it!” taehyung chimes in, bouncing slightly in excitement. “might as well go all in.”
as the group settles into the idea, everyone sprawls on the living room floor, cushions scattered around them.
the movie playing in the background has been completely forgotten. you head to the kitchen to grab a wine bottle, along with a few shot glasses, and return to find your friends buzzing with anticipation.
with a grin, you place the bottle in the center of the circle, pouring shots for everyone as you settle next to jungkook and hyemi.
“whose going first?”
“i will,” nam joon says, and with a determined flick of his wrist, he spins the bottle. it lands on jungkook. with a playful grin, nam joon asks, “jungkook, truth or dare?”
“dare,” jungkook replies confidently, puffing out his chest.
“i dare you to text an ex and say you miss them.”
jungkook’s confidence wavers for a brief moment. his bravado fades. “t-truth! i pick truth—”
“boo!” everyone hollers, giving him a few playful hits.
defeated but laughing, he pulls out his phone and reluctantly types the message. as the sound of the text being sent echoes through the room, cheers erupt from his friends.
“who’d you text?” jimin asks, curiosity bubbling over.
“your mom,” jungkook quips with a smirk.
jin snorts before breaking into laughter. jungkook raises his hands in surrender. “you guys said you wanna be childish? fine by me!”
the game continues, laughter and playful banter filling the air. after a few more rounds, jimin finally gets a chance to spin the bottle, his excitement palpable.
it lands on yoongi.
jimin grins, the tension in the room shifting into something playful. “alright, yoongi, you’re up. truth or dare?”
“truth,” yoongi replies, his expression cool but his eyes glinting with intrigue.
“okay,” jimin says, his voice laced with mischief as he shoots a devilish glance around the room. “if you could sleep with anyone in the world with no consequences, who would it be?”
laughter erupts, mingling with the muffled sounds of the movie. yoongi holds jimin’s gaze for a moment, and you notice his eyes flicker to you, almost imperceptibly.
the moment is fleets but it's lingers in your heart the moment he looks away.
without a word, yoongi lifts his glass and takes a shot instead, opting for silence.
“shit…” taehyung gasps, breaking the tension. “is it me?”
as the laughter continues, you look forward and meet yoongi's eyes. he clears his throat and turns away. for a moment, you think;
shit.
it's me.
the night goes on with more playful dares and laughs, but as it winds down, everyone soon heads out the door. hyemi and nam joon hug you goodbye as you gather your cooking equipment. once they leave, yoongi walks into the kitchen, surprised to see you still there.
you two are alone.
when you two are alone… things change. you aren’t sure how to describe the feeling or the exact shift in atmosphere… but it’s there. it happens and there’s always this lingering silence that suffocates you. it’s not uncomfortable, it’s rather… daring.
though it’s unspoken, you two find difficulty in ignoring the loud bells.
maybe it was the way yoongi’s gaze lingers on you when you aren’t looking. how he traces the curve of your smile and the way you tuck your hair behind your ear. or how your eyes light up an entire city when someone compliments your food.
truth be told, yoongi's crush on you is like a steady and familiar presence. something he could never quite shake.
not when you two first met.
not when you dated 3 guys in a row and got fucked over each time.
not when you go through baby fever so bad you cry about it like it’ll never happen to you.
yoongi notices things about you that others don’t. like the way you chew your lip when you’re in deep thought or before you admit to something. how you have a specific laugh for different levels of things you find funny.
whatever it is; it just remains as it is.
over the years of being friends with you, there were obvious times he thought about closing that space between you two… but something kept him from doing it. maybe it’s the group dynamic, or simply the fear that you didn’t feel the same.
“sorry, you must be tired. i’ll be out of here in a bit—”
“you’re still here?” yoongi teases.
you roll your eyes at him.
“unfortunately.”
“no, no,” yoongi insists. “take your time. did you drive? or are hyemi and joon waiting for you downstairs?”
“i drove and picked up hyemi. she’s sleeping at joon’s tonight so they left.”
yoongi shifts closer to you, beginning to help you pack up. he looks through his cupboard and finds a bag for you to put all your containers in. when you finish packing up, he takes the bag and walks you to the door.
“so… no answer to that truth question, huh?" you tease, raising an eyebrow. "didn't take you for a pussy."
yoongi chuckles softly, looking down briefly before meeting your eyes. “wouldn’t have been much of a game if i gave it away that easily."
“but that’s the literal point of playing truth or dare and choosing truth.”
he scoffs, “for a chef, you’re a big know-it-all… you know that?”
"come on, yoongi," you inch closer to him. “was it really taehyung?”
he pauses, unamused.
"you really want to know?"
you nod, curious but also feeling your heart pick up just a little. your cheeks might flush in a few seconds too.
yoongi leans in slightly.
"fine. it was you."
your eyes widen, unsure how to react to his confession. it surprises you but it’s also such a weird feeling to get this confirmation… you feel warm inside.
you feel butterflies.
attempting to keep your voice steady, you ask; "me?"
yoongi shrugs, keeping it casual though his steady and sincere gaze. "guess you just… crossed my mind. more than once. i don’t know. sorry if this makes you think of me differently—”
a beat.
“no,” you blink. “i… if jimin had asked me the question i would’ve answered the same.”
yoongi tilts his head.
“answered it like what?”
you chew your bottom lip.
just as you gather the courage to make your confession, yoongi drops your things, steps towards you and places his arm around your waist. he doesn’t waste a second.
he pulls you in—
yoongi kisses you for the first time.
“holy fucking shit—” yoongi hisses in between your legs. “you taste so good, ___.”
you lift your head and watch him.
yoongi’s head bobs up and down. you fight the urge to squeeze your legs together as you feel the texture of his tongue brush the insides of your fold. you feel him spit on your clit and suck on it. when he does this, it gives you no choice but to grab a handful of his hair.
you moan.
yoongi smirks, loving the way you’re reacting. you feed his ego more than he ever anticipated you to. it’s so special to him.
as yoongi finishes eating you out, he shifts his body on top. softly, he runs the back of his hand from your waist to your ankles. he takes one of them and puts it over his shoulder. you shuffle, getting more comfortable in his bed.
“you’re really pretty,” he blurts. “i.. uh, i really like you in this position.”
you blush, tightening your lips.
“t-thanks,” you say a little awkwardly. there’s a silence between you two as the literal position begins to sink in your head. “are we g-going to…”
yoongi’s soft gaze cuts short. “oh. shit, yeah. sorry, you… you just distracted me.”
you can’t help but laugh.
“you’re about to fuck me and you’re saying my face is distracting you?”
he shrugs.
“you have nice tits too.”
he grabs them without warning. squeezing them, you laugh a little louder. then, he slaps them and a small gasp escapes your lips.
“shit. let me get a condom—”
you shift and shake your head at him. you bite your bottom lip, you offer him a sincere look.
“i… i don’t sleep with people that often. i know you’re a doctor and all but i—”
yoongi chuckles.
“fuck, do you have an impregnation kink?” he pieces it all together. “i mean, no shit… and i’m okay with fucking you raw. i haven’t slept with anyone in like, 2 years—”
“what?” you ask in disbelief.
yoongi is hot. he's a fucking dermatology nurse practitioner too... he can cook and is gentle... not to mention, his dick is huge.
“too busy. too tired. too lazy.”
you snicker at him. “really? you aren’t too tired right now.”
yoongi smiles cheekily before leaning in and kiss you. he kisses you deep, slipping his tongue inside your mouth. you suck it as he pulls away.
he rests his forehead against yours and hums, “can we have sex now?”
you laugh and hit his bare shoulders.
he places himself back into his desired position and slides his cock in between your folds. he sinks it in a little, sending shivers down your spine. you feel how hard it is—how veiny and thick it feels against your skin. yoongi then sharply inhales as the sound of his dick slapping against your wet pussy echoes.
“f-fuck.”
you let out a whimper and clenched your fist. “put it in. need you.”
your words are music to yoongi’s ears.
he sinks himself inside you. your lips part as you adjust to the feeling of his dick entering inside. it’s big and girthy. the curves it has hits spots you didn’t know could hit.
“oh m-my god,” you breathe. “y-yoongi… think y-you’re too big.”
“am i supposed to feel sorry for you?” he snarks. “come on, ___. you can take it.”
you nod, gulping with determination. you shut your eyes, feeling him thrust in and out of you. he does so slowly but surely, making sure to push in every inch of his length. you wince a couple of times, feeling the burn.
then, after a few more strokes… you feel it.
the pleasure.
yoongi picks up the pace once he sees your begin to enjoy the feeling. he smirks, leaning down for another kiss. you kiss him back, passionately. when he pulls away, he cups your face with his hand and places his thumb in your mouth.
you suck it.
yoongi watches.
he watches as you play with his thumb. licking it, sucking it, and swirling your tongue around it. he watches as your tits move to his thrusts. he watches as your eyes roll back.
he loves it.
the sight is beyond beautiful.
it’s life changing to him.
then, he shifts. he takes your leg down and fully sets himself on top of you. he fucks you faster, burying his face in the crook of your neck. you wrap your arms and legs around him as he digs himself deeper and deeper. he moans in your ear and it feels like with all the lewd sounds in your room—your pussy might explode.
yoongi feels you tighten.
his dick gets harder.
“s-shit, ___… you’re so tight. you feel so good.”
his voice is low and drips with sin.
just when he feels himself about to cum, he pulls out.
you reposition yourself.
this time, you spread your legs out like a v. yoongi plants his hands on either side of you. you reach over and put his dick inside. he bows his head low, biting your shoulder as he begins to fuck you.
yoongi pounds you.
like, to the point where you’re practically screaming.
“o-oh! oh my god, y-yoongi. d-don’t stop. f-fuck, yes. yes, yes yes!” you chant. "fuck! ngghhh, i love your dick. mpffhh—oh god, oh god!"
again, it’s music to his ears.
“i’m gonna cum—”
you reach down and pull his dick out.
“w-what—”
you tug yoongi’s body down and roll over until you stradle him on top. as you sit on him, you quickly put his dick inside you. by now, yoongi’s climax has calmed.
“can you cum inside me?” you ask, lacing your fingers together.
you begin to grind on him. yoongi’s eyes flutter to watch the way your hips move against his stomach. he watches as you fuck yourself on him.
“please, yoongi? i want a baby. remember?”
yoongi nods. “i remember. fuck, you want my cum?”
batting your eyelashes at him, you pout. “mhm.. will you give me a baby? i want your cum. don’t you think i deserve it? see how good i’m fucking myself on you right now?”
“yes.”
“tell me i’m doing a good job, daddy.”
yoongi hisses.
he doesn’t really give a fuck about the whole daddy kink thing… or the impregnation bullshit. people are into what they’re into. but for some reason… this drives him crazy. the way your tone is so soft and desperate, he thinks to himsef;
fuck.
i have to give it you.
you’re too pretty to say no to.
“you’re doing so good, ___. fuck, i love how you fuck me.”
you place your hands on his chest and lean forward for stability. you bounce on his hard cock, making sure the sound of your ass hitting his abdomen is as loud as it can be.
“do you like it when i fuck you like this?” you say, slightly panting. “you like it when i’m about to milk your cock? gonna make you cum. need it.”
“mhm?” yoongi moans. “f-fuck, yeah. you need my cum? you need a baby so bad? you want my babies?”
you nod viciously.
“yes, daddy. need every drop, yoongi. i'm gonna be mad at you if you let it spill out. need your babies.”
with that, yoongi reaches over and grabs a handful of your ass. he helps you fuck him faster and faster. by now, you’re out of breath and yoongi can barely keep his eyes open. the pleasure is so vibrant. it’s sharp and so ready to be released.
“f-fuck, ___. i’m actually gonna cum now. gonna pull out—”
you pout.
“b-but i was serious,” you confess. “you can pull out… but just know; i don’t want you to.”
there’s a look in your eyes that tugs yoongi’s heart strings. he isn’t sure how to go about this. he’s never cum inside someone before… but this was you.
you’re so special to him.
and you want it so bad…
yoongi never thought he’d be this way. laying here with you on top of him, begging for his cum. without even trying, it’s like you make him question every decision and wall he puts up. it’s stupid, really—he knows he’s in control of his decisions here. no one is forcing anyone to do anything and you aren’t convincing him in a way where he’s uncomfortable.
but it’s different.
with you, it’s fucking different.
you caught him off guard and the way you ask him for this makes everything feel so simple.
perhaps its the way you offer him a gentle smile or the way he’s always known you’ve wanted a baby… and the opportunity to give that to you? even if it’s not for real and this is just an in-the-moment kind of thing… fuck, how could he deny you this? he can’t ignore it.
maybe he doesn’t want to.
his thoughts take him away for a second too long. your smile turns into a nod. just as you’re about to get off him, he grabs your waist and helps you fuck him fast.
chasing the high, he groans as he reaches his climax.
he tugs your body as close to him as possible.
yoongi might have lost his mind because—
he folds.
yoongi cums inside you.
he cums so much that his creampie spills out. you giggle as you get off and lay down next to him. yoongi gets on his elbows and spreads your legs open. with soft touches, he takes his fingers and helps shove the spilling cum inside your pussy.
you play with his hair as he does this.
then, when he’s finished he moves back to lay beside you.
a thick silence fills the space between you two.
“i.. w-wow,” he stutters. “are you okay?”
you gulp.
“yeah… thank you for… u-uh… i don’t know if that was awkward for you but it really… i really… i liked it a lot. thank you.”
yoongi chuckles.
he shifts and fixes his sheets for you. he drapes his blanket over your body and adjusts the way you lay on his pillow. leaning in beside you, he kisses the top of your head and caresses your cheek.
“i liked it too. besides,” he says softly. “what are friends for?”
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THIS DECEMBER
PAIRING park jisung x fem!reader | ft. friendgroup!nct dream
WORDS 5k
SYNOPSIS Your horny friends try to pull a little prank on you in the days leading up to Christmas. One thing Park Jisung likes to remind them is: he totally doesn’t want any part in it. Except, he totally does.
WARNINGS smut, ANGST, fluff, lots of dialogue, vag fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, vanilla vanilla vanilla, they're in love basically
NOTES I have to admit, this isn’t my best work lolllllll. though this was supposed to be posted on christmas, this can be my new years gift! 2024 here we come babyyy
★ Part of A Dreamy Christmas Collab!
“Why don’t we all be her secret Santa?”
“What are you talking about?” Jaemin chuckles, eyes dancing as he seems intrigued by the idea. But what pervades his mind was nothing like what Donghyuck was about to propose.
“Think about it…” he trails. “She used to say, if it’s an SOS, and we need help in that department,” he points to his crotch– “She would help us out.”
“You’re fucking crazy,” Jisung rolls his eyes when he catches on to Hyuck’s sudden idea.
“So you’re saying we all get her a present?” Chenle asks.
“Yes… But we all have to give her the same… present,” he walks between each of the men like a devil hovering over their shoulders.
“Hyuck, just get to the point,” Jeno huffs.
“Okay, bu–”
“No ‘buts!’ Get to your point,” Renjun groans.
“The gift we’re giving her can’t be put into a shitty little box.”
“Oh my god, NO!” Mark whines.
“What’s so wrong with a little fun?”
“Are you seriously suggesting an… orgy?”
“No, you idiot,” Hyuck pinches his nose bridge. “Let’s all give her our present one by one leading up to Christmas… Like an advent calendar,” he shrugs, unable to hide the pride beaming off of him from the simile.
“So you’re suggesting we all have sex with her in the days leading up to Christmas? Am I hearing this right?” Jaemin intervenes once more, orbs gleaming with interest.
“Ding Ding! We have a winner!”
“Jisung’s right. You’ve gone insane,” Renjun fully laughs.
“You know I’m insane, and that’s why we have fun. But you know what? Let’s make this more interesting… When we tell her after Christmas, the person who she says is her best fuck, get’s her secret Santa present,” Hyuck smirks. “You know she goes all out.”
“I’m in, but it might be hard for Mark because he’s actually in love with her,” Jaemin turns his body towards his friend who avoids eye contact before offering a retort.
“Why just me? You guys are all in love with her!” His claim is met with a group of huffs and groans.
“How do you know she’ll even agree to this?” Jeno points out, earning a nod from the others.
“She doesn’t have to if she doesn’t want to. If she does, then great! Amazing even! But if she doesn’t, then man, I feel kinda bad because we all got a thing for her.” Hyuck accepts the facts of the predicament. “Hopefully we can laugh about this on New Years.”
“I don’t. I guess I’m the only one,” the youngest of the group speaks out but it’s not taken seriously by his older friends as a fit of laughter echoes within the small space.
Hyuck’s the first one to speak– placing a hand on Jisung’s shoulder, “You’re the worst out of all of us.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You guys always bicker and talk shit but I know all you want to do is rip each other’s clothes off,” Jeno jumps in. “Nice try though. I almost believed it.”
“I’m not! She’s annoying as hell!”
“So annoying you want to fuck it out of her, right?” Jaemin joins.
“You guys are jumping me right now, I’m leaving,” Jisung excuses himself earning a look of victory from his friends.
“Wait! So you agree to it, right? Jisung?! Hello?” Chenle and Renjun yell out in unison, but the only reply heard is the slam of a door.
“You’re serious about this Hyuck?” Mark asks one last time.
“No, but this is just so those two kids will finally admit they’re down bad for each other. I think this will be their breaking point.”
“Damn,” all the other boys yell in unison.
“I know right? Someone needs to hire me for something! I don’t know for what, but something!” he crosses his arms to bask in his actions.
“Yeah, yeah,” Mark laughs at his friend. “You’re so dumb.”
“Just wait and see. He won’t make it to Christmas…”
Everyone is being… weird.
On the very first day of December, you and all your friends come together to pick a name out of a jar. The game of Secret Santa is an annual tradition you love partaking in. But once the weather dropped thirty degrees, all the boys started acting shady. They were canceling plans with you on purpose, avoiding eye contact when you spoke to any one of them, and just running away the first chance they got. It was easy to get mad, even call them out for it, but the replies would always be the same– that there was nothing wrong or they were just tired.
And you’re not going to lie, it was starting to make your skin crawl. The sudden shift in dynamic between you and the boys has you wondering if you did something wrong. But if they were trying to pull something, then they had another thing coming. It was frustrating, trying to shake it out of them in every way possible, but no one would budge.
December eighth rolls around and you know everyone is free today because you all collectively promised Sunghoon that every year until the day you die, this day will always be open for him. It’s always an annual trip to the snowy mountains– a secluded cabin and powdery snow that’s fit for snowboarding. Surprisingly, but not so surprisingly, everyone’s busy up until the car ride to the cabin.
Their persistent avoidance, even for an event like this, just pulls on the strings even harder.
You’re leaning against the island of the kitchen, glaring into their souls from across the room as the music's bass reverberates throughout the warm cabin; and the bitter liquid in your plastic cup disappears like water down a drain.
“Why are you standing here all by yourself?”
You turn to the voice, sporting a grin once you realize who it is. “Hey, birthday boy. Just glaring at the boys. Don’t know if they notice though,” you squint a little harder, hoping they’ll finally notice.
Sunghoon’s orbs follow the seven of them scattered around the living room. “They notice alright. I’m sure they’ll come crawling back when they realize you don’t play.”
“Oh, they know I don’t. But they’re still gonna try anyway,” you let out a heavy sigh. “I just wish I knew what they’re up to. It’s killing me.”
“Just ask Jisung.”
“Why Jisung?” The mention of your friend’s name causes the subject of your orbs to shift to him, but he’s already looking your way. When you make eye contact, he hurriedly glances away, confirming the suspicion that something’s up.
“I feel like whatever they’re planning, he’s telling them he doesn’t want to do it.”
“Why is that so detailed? Do you know what they’re up to? Spill right now!”
Sunghoon shakes his head in denial, raising the cup to his lips before responding. “Nah, you guys are always going at it. That’s all. It’s just a hunch.”
“Fine, maybe I will. But I was gonna do it anyway.”
You’re already making your way towards Jisung when Sunghoon blurbs out. “If it doesn’t work, I’m always available.”
“You wish, Park.” But you stop in your tracks. “Wait, what?”
Sunghoon walks off in a hurry, “Nothing! Had to try at least once!”
Rolling your eyes at the birthday boy, you finally make your way to your destination but all seven of your friends go completely mute once you reach it. There’s not a sound emitting from them, and it practically forces smoke out of your ears.
“Okay, what’s going on?”
“What do you mean?” Jeno murmurs.
“You guys have been ignoring me ever since December started! Spill your evil plans right now!”
“Nothing’s going on,” Chenle adds, but it’s met with a crack of his voice at the final word, and you know one hundred percent they're lying.
“Haechan! I know you’re the mastermind,” you turn to your friend, but all he does is shrug, eyes still looking everywhere but yours as he nonchalantly sips from his drink.
“Nothing whatsoever. We’ve just been busy that’s all,” Jisung speaks out, but you chuckle, knowing he’ll eventually give in if you press him hard enough.
“Of course, you’re a part of this! Sunghoon told me you weren’t, but I doubted him as soon as those words left his mouth!”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Jisung’s tone changes, as if he’s warning you.
“That little shithead!” Jaemin groans.
“I knew it!” you exclaim.
“What did he tell you?” Renjun interrupts.
“Nothing, just what I said before.”
“Nothing is going on. You don’t believe us?” Jisung is still firm on his decision to make you believe otherwise. With that stupid smirk he’s trying to hide and how his form influences you to shift back.
“Of course, you’re still on that even though Jaemin just admitted you guys are planning something! You’re the worst!”
“And you’re a dumbass,” Jisung mumbles once you turn away.
“Look who’s fucking talking,” you don’t realize you’re stepping closer at every syllable exchanged and you don’t know why your friend loves to push your buttons so much.
“You always say I’m the worst and then you come right back. I don’t think you hate me as much as you say you do,” Jisung’s eyes glimmer with a playfulness to them, closing the space between the two of you as the bickering reaches its climax. But his words only fuel your rage.
At this point, you can only see red.
All you do with Jisung is bicker or fight about stupid shit. Your friendship with the other boys is the glue that holds you and Jisung together. No one could guess that you met all the boys through him. You both had been friends with benefits long ago— practically another lifetime. But you’d jump off a cliff before admitting that the shards of glass remain. And that it still cuts.
It’s impossible to act like everything is fine and you both can get along. So instead, you fight and fight until no more words can be said.
“Ooooo,” you hear Jeno say, reminding you you’re still in a place full of swarming bodies.
“What about you? You either hate me or you love me. It can’t be both,” you mutter, condemning yourself as you catch a glimpse of his lips hovering above yours. You're both staring one another down, and you notice the same vein on the side of his temple, and his jaw clenches with each phrase that escapes your lips.
“Watch it,” Jisung seethes.
“What? If you wanna play this game, let’s pla—“
“Okay! Enough of this,” Hyuck groans before dragging the both of you by the wrist and out of the main room.
“What are you doing Hyuck?” you urgently inquire, but he doesn’t reply. He only hurriedly rushes along, throwing you both into a bedroom you don’t recognize. And as you rush to escape the enclosed space, your friend shuts the door in front of your face– leaving you with your hands practically clawing at the door.
“Lee Donghyuck! Open the fucking door right now!” you yell out, unable to comprehend how your friend could think this was a solution. “Open the door before I beat your ass!”
“He’s not going to open the door,” Jisung reminds you of his presence amidst the chaos. “Not until the morning.”
“What?! No. No. No. This is not happening right now.”
“Let’s just sleep. So when we wake up, we can just get outta here.”
You scan the room, realizing there’s nothing for you to rest on except the bed in the center– the one Jisung is currently sitting on. “You think I can fall asleep with everything that’s going on? And I don’t even know what’s going on,” you’re shifting awkwardly, habitually rocking yourself on the heel of your feet following the eye of the storm.
“Just sleep. It’ll be over soon,” Jisung already makes himself comfy, placing his legs under the covers and rearranging the pillow to his liking. He’s too calm. Way too calm for what just occurred.
“Where am I supposed to sleep?”
“I don’t know, figure it out,” he mumbles, lids already fluttering shut. You hate how you admire how long his eyelashes are.
His eagerness to ignore the dilemma influences you to the bed to pry his lids open. As Jisung opens his eyes willingly, you finally take notice of how close you both are. His eyes widen at the proximity and he shifts back to the edge of the bed in surprise. You’re caught off guard because there seems to be something lingering in the air between the two of you. And you brush it off because you know it’s annoyance.
“Just sleep,” he softly lets out before returning to his original position. “Next to me.”
His softness in these last words has you admitting some defeat– realizing fighting won’t solve anything. “Fine.”
There are still zero answers that will satisfy your scrambled mind.
And you’re trapped in a room with someone you can’t stand for more than five minutes.
It’ll be over soon. Right?
You’re fucking drenched.
As the daze of sleep washes over, you notice the stickiness between your thighs. And not the good kind.
It felt as if you just entered the fiery pits of hell.
“What the fuck?” you whine. The air was so humid, you were practically suffocating. And as you turn to the side, you see an irritated Jisung. If you thought you looked gross, Jisung didn’t have a dry spot on his clothing.
You try your hardest not to stare at the clothing sticking to his abs. This is not the time.
“Don’t,” he warns, thinking you’re about to poke fun at him.
You chuckle at the sight of his discomfort, offering a half-assed apology. “Sorry.”
“Lee Donghyuck! Turn off the fucking heater!” he yells out, but there’s no answer.
“Fuck. We’re going to die.”
“I’m not dying here with you. That’s not how I’m going out.”
“Is that so bad? Chill the fuck out,” you roll your eyes.
“Yes it is! I’m gonna kick the door down and beat Donghyuck’s ass.”
You don’t know if it’s the unbearable heat, or the constant fucking attitude from Jisung all night. Maybe it was the pent-up frustration from all the other times you both didn’t get along. But you’ve decided enough is enough.
“What’s your fucking problem?”
“What are you talking about?”
“You’re always so fucking mad at me. I do nothing and you’re mad. I breathe and you’re mad. It pisses me off! At this point, I should be the one giving you the attitude you give me!”
“And you know what? I always cared what you thought. But not anymore. I’m done caring so pretend I don’t even exist,” your heart is beating out of your chest as the words spill out like vomit.
“That’s no–” Jisung’s unable to finish his sentence when suddenly his orbs follow your fingertips gripping the hem of your top to bring over your head– leaving you in a bra. “Wha-”
“It’s hot as shit and I’m not going to suffer. Do what you want,” you huff, continuing with the removal of your jeans. You notice Jisung's stare lingering on your contours as you eventually pull them off, and it appears as if a million different things are running through his mind when he suddenly glances away and shakes his head.
You’re not going to lie, it’s amusing seeing Jisung’s usual persona falter. Your boldness and the situation it creates masks the uncomfortable predicament the two of you are in. “It’s not like you haven’t seen me like this before.”
“What did you mean by ‘you used to care about what I thought?’” He swallows nervously.
His words have you stopping in your tracks, not realizing your words were true candor. “Nothing, I was just saying nonsense,” is all you can render as you make your way to the bed, but Jisung beats you to it, grabbing your wrist to prevent you from escaping.
“Tell me. Please. I know it wasn’t nonsense,” his voice is like syrup, the usual bite to it completely gone.
You turn to face him, though you regret it the moment you notice how his eyes match his voice. “Well, I cared what you thought because of what we did before we all became friends. And us… Or whatever we are. I don’t know what we are now but I cared about you and what you thought about me.”
“Cared?”
“I still do…”
“Then why do we fight?”
“I don’t know. I guess you hate me so I just returned that energy.”
“I don’t hate you,” he sounds hurt, the similar bite of his voice attempting to escape. “You annoy the hell out of me, but I could never hate you.”
“Oh…”
“You really act like you hate me though,” Jisung offers a small smile.
“I don’t hate you. You’re annoying as hell. And I just don’t know what to do with everything lingering in the air when I’m around you,” you bite your lip at the confession, realizing it wasn’t a very good one. And you see him watch you do so.
“You mean the tension?”
“Yeah… The tension… The tension causes us to fight. Right?” The air becomes more suffocating than it already is. Maybe it’s the heat, maybe it’s Jisung so close to you, or how you’re basically naked in front of him.
“What else would we do?” his eyes are still trained on your lips.
“I don’t know,” you murmur not above a whisper. “You tell me.”
“Let me try something,” he takes a step forward, shortening the small space between the two of you. “Promise you won’t get mad.”
“No promises,” you urge, because you’re unsure of what Jisung planned to do after the indirect confessions made in the room today. One things for sure. This territory hadn’t been visited in ages and it scares the shit out of you.
“What are you go–” You’re cut off the lips that make its way onto yours.
When you see Jisung dipping his head down to capture your lips onto his, you're taken aback. However, the minute he makes contact, your legs almost buckle. It's a familiar sensation, and you melt into him as he tests the waters with increasing devotion.
When you reciprocate the kiss, it gets feverish, and your trembling lips work together haphazardly, interwoven with airy sighs. His arms reach for your waist, pulling you into him harder than ever before. He knows your body like no one else, and it drives parts of your brain haywire. It feels like only yesterday that you both would rendezvous.
He groans into your mouth and squeezes your ass as you tug on his hair the way he likes it. It makes you whimper since the combination of the sloppy kiss and the rush of pleasure is far too satisfying.
It feels good. Way too good.
That's why when Jisung pulls away, you chase his lips and he emits a small chuckle at the action. “Tell me you missed me. Tell me you don’t hate me and never did,” his shoulders rise and fall at a rapid pace as he catches his breath.
“I don’t,” you look up at him, and you want nothing more to kiss him again. It feels like all the frustration aimed at him was sexual. It’s honestly his fault for always looking so tempting while offering some smartass retort. “I never did.”
"God, I missed you," he smashes his lips against yours again, this time much more aggressive, and the back of your knees reach the edge of the bed, briefly disconnecting your lips. You laugh, and he smirks before diving back into you as soon as your back comes into contact the mattress.
Something possesses him at that moment, makes his hands glide up the back of your thighs, to kiss down your neck, sucking and biting to leave small bites that he later licks over to soothe the sting. “Know how much you love to be marked.”
“And I know how much you love me choking on your dick,” you giggle, licking a long stripe along his neck up to his jaw.
“You’re dangerous,” Jisung hooks your thong aside, unsurprised when he notices the sticky arousal coating his fingers. “Fuck, I forgot how wet you get.”
“It’s from the heat.” Your words contradict themselves as noises of pleasure leave your lips when he runs his fingers along your folds. Jisung, on the other hand, knows the meaning behind your words like no other. “All this stickiness is from the heat? I don’t think so baby,” he offers some stimulation to your clit and your back arches once he comes in contact with your bud.
You shake your head and he dips his head down onto your neck offering a small kiss against the side of your neck. God, he looks so hot, with the sweat dripping down the side of his temple and his puffy lips from kissing.
The lewd sounds from his fingers running along your folds sends you into a frenzy. You’re attempting to gain more friction, bucking your hips to feel more. You’re so needy for his touch. You've been longing for this touch. "I'll be nice, baby," he says, inserting one finger inside your hole, your walls engulfing him up to the knuckle. Jisung experiments with twisting and curling his fingers, enjoying the way you gasp and pulse around his fingertips.
The wet glide is so satisfying and you moan, basically fucking yourself onto his fingers. “Sung–” is all you can choke out as he begins thrusting with a rhythm you both can’t forget. “Wai–”
But Jisung can’t withhold any longer, not with you looking so pretty underneath him. Not with the sounds that he remembers all too well. His cock practically throbs at these thoughts, begging to be free from its confines when you’re already a mess. He’s pressing against your clit along with the constant thrust of his fingers. “Shit, Sung!” you wail, already foreseeing your high from the short time.
Your nails dig into his forearm, body twitching from the overwhelming pleasure only he can give you. “Oh, fuck,” the words are combined with a moan as your orgasm takes you by surprise, coating his fingers in a creamy pearl substance. It drips down your folds as he pulls away, and the wash of the aftermath runs from your toes to the crown of your head. It’s blissful, but your hunger for him doesn’t stay satiated. “Good girl,” he says as he revels in your figure.
“I need you,” you pant. “Now.”
“Whatever you say, Mom,” he jokes as he pulls his shirt over his head before discarding the rest of his clothing.
“Ewww. Never say that again,” you say, earning a laugh from Jisung.
“Like words ever stopped me before pretty girl.”
He's tugging the side of your panties, dragging them down the side of your legs while practically gaping. He continues with your bra and he gazes, unable to believe everything taking place currently. You're like a dream, sprawled out beneath him. The pretty girl he could never get close to after being so close with.
“Ready?” he asks after he shakes himself out of the trance you have him in.
“Mhm,” you nod.
He pushes inside, sighing into your ear at the creaminess of your cunt. Your arms are wrapped around his neck as he bottoms out, fingers burrowing further into his scalp. Jisung, rather than staying against your neck, takes advantage of the chance to peer at you. When his nose brushes up against yours, all he sees are your lips caught between your teeth.
At the feeling of his big cock inside of you, you clench around him. He groans against your mouth, habitually bucking his hips forward. “Fuck,” you moan out, back arching at the feel of his cock dragging against your walls. Your brain is already a mess and it has been since the moment he kissed you. But Jisung loves how you’re a mess around him. He takes pride in how he makes you feel, and that turns him on beyond belief.
“Move Sungie, please,” you plead and Jisung groans at the nickname you know he loves so much. It’s enough for him to grab your wrists to pin them above your head before he begins moving.
“Sung,” you call out again when he begins to move. His calculated movements have you squirming beneath him, but you’re still perfectly fit against him and it’s as if you both never stopped this routine.
“You’re mine. I’m not letting anyone touch you,” he coos, and you’re quick to agree. “Yours.”
The constant rhythm he keeps has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, and you're shivering when he picks up the pace--giving him a look that seems to make Jisung's cock practically explode. He snaps his hips forward, so close to the edge that you shudder at the perspective.
He's fucking you so well that your eyesight is fuzzy, and the brush of his dick against the spot that drives you insane only adds to the sensation. "I-I'm so close," you warn, your irregular breathing hitting his face.
“Wait S-sung-g no.” Just as you’re about to hit your peak, Jisung flips you over so that you’re sitting on his thighs. Though you’re disappointed in the delay of your orgasm, the angle has his cock pushing deeper than before, tip nudging against your velvety walls harshly. “Fuck, I can’t,” you beg as your back arches at the smallest movements.
As fast as words leave his throat, Jisung dips down to suck on your nipple, occasionally leaving purple blossoms. “Wait I’ll–”
“You’ll what?” he says, chuckling when he sees you instinctively grinding forward against his member. “Cream my cock?” He watches your fucked out expressions, loving how your eyes are lined with tears.
“I’m planning on it, “ he smirks before thrusting up into you.
“J-jisung!” you’re a sobbing mess above him as his harsh thrusts sends pure pleasure up your spine. His name falls off your lips like a mantra, and the gibberish he can’t make out only urges him to move furiously into you. Though your brain is a puddle of mush, the band in your lower abdomen is about to snap, so you grind your hips against him with newly found fervor, stimulating your clit in the best way possible.
Jisung watches you above him as his fingers dig into your waist. You’re so beautiful, he thinks. Everything about you, every part of your mind and body he worships, and he swears he’s not going to let go of you this time.
“S-sung,” you moan again and again, and Jisung continues to abuse your boob, kissing up your throat as you inch closer to your high. “So perfect.”
You let out a high-pitched moan at a specific thrust, and your thighs tremble against his. "I got you," he says as he places a gentle kiss on your lips. And after a few thrusts, you're collapsing against him, again repeating his name. You're just a lick away from teetering off the edge.
“I want it so bad,” you blabber against his neck. “S-so close. Don’t stop.”
“Give it to me,” he dips underneath to circle your bundle of nerves with the perfect pressure and you come undone, high-pitched moans and whimpers against his ear.
The mix of cum and the slick from prior allows the glide to be that much easier for Jisung to glide against as he tips over the edge as well. You’re still pulsing and gripping his cock like a vice and it’s a done deal for Jisung. “Inside?”
“Inside me,” you kiss the side of his neck. He feels euphoric as your noises against his ear urges him on and his arms hold you tightly. And after a few more thrusts and desperate hips, his cum shoots inside you. “Fuck.”
It's so much energy that when the sensation of your high washes over you, you collapse against Jisung, who also collapses against the mattress.
“You’re sticky,” you look at his face and admire how good the afterglow of sex looks on him.
Jisung massages little circles across the small of your back in comforting stillness.
“I’m going to murder Hyuck,” he realizes how much the humidity encases the room.
“Maybe not too brutal, because his plan to lock us in here so we can finally make up worked,” you notify him and his eyes light up.
“I think everyone’s asleep. How about we torture them some more?” he smirks at you.
“I say Hyuck isn’t going to get a wink of sleep tonight,” you mischievously grin and it’s enough for Jisung to dive down and continue drowning in your lips.
DECEMBER 31 11:59 PM
“Damn, I can’t believe my plan worked! You guys are attached to the fucking hip,” Hyuck comes over to you and Jisung hand-in-hand.
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“Your plan worked for once dumbass,” Jeno butts in abruptly, almost spilling the alcohol in his cup.
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“We have no more arguing but I don’t know if it’s worth it,” Jaemin points.
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“You guys are like rabbits!” Mark yells out.
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“Gross! Not the fucking time! I need to find someone to kiss,” Renjun groans.
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“Yeah but everything Hyuck does to end our suffering, it just reappears as something else!” Chenle laughs, earning a middle-finger from the subject of his words.
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“Guess you were right. We can laugh about this on New Year's,” Jeno turns to Hyuck.
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“Happy new year motherfuckers,” Chenle says before clinking all the cups together.
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You turn to Jisung as the clock counts down, his arm around your waist. “Happy New Year, boyfriend.”
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“Happy New Year, Girlfriend,” he smiles the hardest you’ve seen him in a while.
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“Happy fucking new year,” he says before smashing his lips onto yours.
Happy fucking new year indeed.
#nct#nct dream#nct smut#nct u#nct hard thoughts#nct x reader#nct u smut#nct scenarios#nct jisung#nct dream jisung#park jisung#park jisung smut#park jisung nct#park jisung x you#park jisung x reader#park jisung fic#jisung park#nct jisung smut#nct jisung x reader#nct jisung fluff#jisung smut#park jisung fluff#park jisung imagines#park jisung scenarios#nct hard hours#park jisung x y/n#nct dream park jisung#nct park jisung#nct fluff#nct angst
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I thought I was over him but I'm really not
after fumbling a guy who looks (and acts?) like a young stanford pines, I too know what Bill is going through
#had a dream about us hanging out last night#we've never had like a proper conversation even though we've known eachother for almost 3 years now#💀#he probably thinks im weird and gross 😔#bc I get hella nervous around him and end up doing the dumbest shi everrr 😭#bill cipher is just like me fr...in a way#THIS GUY WAS ALSO THE ONE WHO TOLD ME AB THE BOOK OF BILL.#he rarely talks in my friendgroup gc but he did once in like july to tell us he bought the barnes and noble exclusive version#he has such good taste...💔
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LIKE A LOVE SONG- JOSH WASHINGTON
pairing: best friend!josh x fem!reader
word count- noo idea yet... writing this rn
summary: you and josh have been best friends for years, and the crush youve had on him hasnt subsided. things are all fine and dandy, until one night, the cat is pulled out of the bag...
warnings: implied SMUT, hella dirty talk, voygerism, dry humping, josh being a huge tease, pet names, some mocking, reader and josh are intoxicated, biting, etc etc
notes: hey so i need this man sexually! thats it thats all, im gonna open my account up to write for more fandoms and hop around:) just testing out the waters with this one
"josh we are sooo gonna get caught.." you slurred, hiccuping with a giggle as he tugged your arm, pulling you down the empty hallway, leaving your scattered friendgroup behind in the abyss.
a glint was in his eye as he looked back at you, full of mischief and hunger, and you couldn't help but bat your eyelashes at him. he was so dreamy it was making you swoon.
you had always thought he was beautiful- like a dream come alive. ever since he had accidently bumped into you during freshman year of college, you had be under his trance.
"shit, shit i'm so sorry, i shouldve watched where i was going. are you okay?" he had asked as he quickly bent down to help you gather your spilled papers. it was straight out of a chick flick, and you had finally felt like the main character instead of the extra.
he made you feel so special, always making flirty comments (though he did that with everyone), and giving you looks that had your head spinning.
tonight was no different.
the booze in your system made you extra giddy, and you felt his grip tighten as the two of you neared an empty bedroom down the hall.
not a doubt had passed through your mind when josh asked if you wanted to escape from the group for a while- clearly a bit intoxicated, but still stable enough to make a coherent decision. not in a million years would you pass up a chance to be alone with him.
"isn't that what makes it so much more fun?" he cooed, tugging you into the empty room, slamming the door behind you with a whoosh. without a second to gather your breath he had pinned you back against the door, hand darting out to turn the lock.
"do you actually-" you hiccuped nervously. "-wanna do something with me? do you wanna have sex?" you giggled, your bluntness making him laugh.
"yes, i wanna have sex with you. i have for years. is that okay?"
your eyes widened. did this man just say for years?
"oh."
he bit his lip, eyes roaming down your body, stopping to admire every trance from under your fitted clothes. "you gonna let me fuck you? or are you too scared chris is gonna wanna join in?"
"oh shut up."
he smirked, breath hot and heavy on your skin as he placed a soft kiss on your collarbone, nipping it with his teeth enough to make you hiss in shock.
"he does, cause you're so sexy. like a porn star. you have such a tight bod. wonder if your pussy is just as tight."
his dirty talk had your face heating, brain turning to mush as you moaned, leaning into his touch.
"you know how much i've wrapped my hands around my cock wishinng it was you? too many times." you squealed as he bit down on your neck, hard, hard enough to make a mark for anyone with a set of eyes to see, but you didnt care.
"j-josh fuck i-"
"whats up baby? need some cock to make you think straight? you've been giving me those pretty googly eyes all night, thinking i haven't noticed. so naive." he cooed as you ran your fingers through his hair, back arching into his touch as his large hands traveled down to your thighs before swooping you up so you clung wrapped around his torso.
"you're so fuckin hot. makes me so hard just thinking of you."
you rutted against him, sighing at the friction it caused, sending shocks down your spine stright to your core. his lips found yours, teeth and tounge clashing, nothing nice about the kiss. it was rough and hard and full of need.
"fuckin pathetic, humping me like some bitch in heat." he growled, his mocking turning you on even more. you reached down, struggling to tug at his belt, needing it off.
the less layers between you two- the better.
you gasped as your wooden support was removed, as he took you over and tossed you down on the bed with ease- as if you were a doll. you barely had a second to look at him before he was on top of you, smirk coy as he rutted his denim clothed cock on your cunt, already soaked through your shorts and tights.
he was toying with you.
"im gonna fuck you so hard you're not gonna be able to walk for days." he murmred, lifting your hips up as he tugged at your bottoms, nearly ripping them in half.
"then how are you gonna explain to the group why you're limping around like some fawn hm? cause joshey fucked you so good and so deep and your tight little cunt couldnt take it."
#josh washington#josh washington smut#until dawn 2#until dawn#until dawn josh#until dawn x reader#until dawn remake#josh washington x reader#josh washington x you#joshua washington#josh washington imagines#rami malek#rami malek x reader#until dawn remaster#until dawn fanart#sam until dawn#Spotify
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Things I wish to see in Onyx storm
That they sit down and have a honest and open convertation! (Like duh idk how many times I rant about this on my blog)
Xaden brushing Violet's hair
Or regarding Violet's hair, a moment where Violet now indeed thinking about cutting her hair because it's simply more practical and Xaden has half a heart attack because of it (I love how obssesed this man is with her hair)
Xaden in general just simping for Violet
The dynamic between Xaden and Sgaeyl
Overall the dynamics between Tairn, Violet, Sgaeyl and Xaden because you have the combination of rider and dragon and two mates (Xaden and Violet are the human equivalent)
Dain and Sloane (sorry not sorry a girl can dream lol) but not necessarily in a relationship tho (this would be most unlikely anyways) but I want to see something be it just Sloane being passive aggressive to Dain
Finally to know what Garrik's signet is (or rather if the theory is true he being the distant wielder)
Violet and Xaden having tender moments together
but good sex is also fine 😛 hope they will find a good balance
I hope we will get a detailed recap of Tairn's and Andarna's conversation where Andarna told him that she is her own den
I would love to see Xaden's and Violet's friendgroups to interact with each other outside of class and training
no catriona
Jealous Xaden (Halden being indeed Violet's ex 👀)
More Sawyer and Jesinia 💙🐢
Garrik and Imogen??
I hope Violet and Dain start to rekindle their friendship
but also more moments between the Sorrengail siblings
That Violet and Xaden getting engaged. Like hear me out I envison it like a small, intimate engagement, perhaps even in secret with just the two of them (or maybe with only their dragons playing busy body) and that it is done because obviously they love each other but also with the motivation 'stay alive so that you can marry me later'
Violet (with or without Xaden) setting the record straight with the Assembly because of dare they pointing the finger at my girl when she is the one actually doing something to help
#maybe i will update it till january but here we go#fourth wing#onyx storm#the empyrean series#violet sorrengail#xaden riorson
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