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rose-pearls · 1 year ago

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Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye

Summary: 5 times Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky thought he would lose Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell + the one-time Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell lost Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky (you can also find this on my Archive Of Our Own profile! I'll put the link below)

I am sorry for this but listening to Folklore and Evermore is dangerous for my writing!

Taglist: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187, @nyx2021, @thestarspangledcaptain (open for every fandom)

Top Gun taglist: @bisexual-watermelons (open)

He should take the shot; he could hear everyone telling him that he needed to, but he was trying to count the probabilities again and again. Even slider was telling him to do it, but he was doubting himself, the phone call with his father was still going through his mind.

“I’m going in.”, he hears Maverick says and he feels scared for a moment, moving his F-14 just a little but before he can say anything he hears Maverick swear.

“We got caught in their jet wash.”, he hears Goose say and he feels like someone just threw a bucket of ice over him.

“I’m losing control.”, he hears Maverick say over the comm and Tom feels scared for the first time in years. He knew deep down that he couldn’t do anything, not in such a situation but he was praying for the first time in his life that nothing would happen to them.

Maverick had put his whole world upside down when he met him at the O’club, a confident smirk with twinkling green eyes that made Tom fall for him immediately. He tried to tell himself that he was too dangerous but, in the end, he couldn’t stop himself, he falls for him every time more and more. Maverick was reckless and perhaps that is what scared Tom the most, what could happen to Maverick if he took it too far.

“Eject! Eject!”, he was trying not to break something with his strong grasp, but he couldn’t think of anything else then Goose and Maverick ejecting and being at risk.

“We need medical and search.”, Tom says, trying to calm his breathing and hide the nervousness that he was feeling.

He felt Slider’s hand on his shoulder as he lets out a shaky breath, he has never felt more scared in his life.

“Take your time Ice.”, he hears his WSO say, and he nods slowly, trying to keep his emotions at bay, blinking the tears away.

They make it back, slowly but they arrive just in time to see the rest of their class waiting for them with worried eyes.

“You couldn’t have done anything Ice.”, Hollywood says softly, and Ice tries to believe the words, but it was his jet wash that put them in danger.

“Gentlemen.”, Viper says as he arrives, he has a somber expression and Tom feels scared, this is it, this is when they tell him Maverick has died because of him.

“Unfortunately, Goose didn’t make it.”, Viper continues to talk but Tom can’t listen to the rest anymore, his ears are ringing, and his vision is getting blurry.

Goose.

He had just died and not Maverick. Tom couldn’t imagine the kind WSO dead, he was always bigger than the whole room, or even the sky. His honking laughter still seems to resonate through the halls of Top Gun and Tom tries to keep breathing.

He had killed Goose, he doesn’t think Carole or Maverick would ever forgive him for what he did, he doesn’t think he will ever be able to forgive himself.

Deep down, in the back of his mind he is glad that it wasn’t Maverick. That the man is safe, even if he will hate him for the rest of his life, at least he is alive.

They don’t have time to talk about it before their mission, but Tom yearns for the fiery pilot, to see his bright smile again and twinkling green eyes.

He is surrounded by six bogeys and for the second time in just a week he feels scared, he doesn’t know how to get out of this situation. Wolf and Hollywood had to eject, and Tom hadn’t been able to hide his sigh of relief when they were safe and not dead.

They were waiting for Maverick, hoping that the man would come to save them, and for a small moment he wondered if Maverick would decide to leave them. The man had seemed scared to get back in the air and for the first time in weeks Tom was scared that he couldn’t trust him.

But once again the pilot proved him wrong as he arrived a few seconds later, already taking out one bogey.

“Sharp left.”, Maverick tells him, and Tom does it without thinking, before barking an order as he sees one approaching Maverick.

They fight for a couple of minutes, where he can hear is heartbeat so loudly in his ears, he thinks he won’t be able to hear Maverick or Slider.

“Ice I need some back up.”, he had just gotten one of the bogeys and as he looks left, he sees one closing in on Maverick.

There is that old fear that creeps back up, scared that Maverick could be dead due to a bogey. But he doesn’t let his fear take the best of him and he quickly comes to save Maverick.

He lets out a sigh of relief when he sees the other plane explode, reassured that Maverick is fine and that he had at least managed to do something good.

They weren’t done, not yet, but he knew that Maverick would always be safe with him in the air and that he would be safe along the other pilot.

Telling Maverick that they are wingman is simply the easiest thing Ice did, but getting to hold the shorter man in his arms was like coming home after a long day. The strong heartbeat against his chest makes him close his eyes for just a second before he needs to let him go.

And as he looks into the green eyes of his wingman, he knows that he would do anything for this man and that he wouldn’t be able to imagine a world were he isn’t there.

3 + 4.

The call comes in the middle of the night and at first Tom thinks it’s a joke but something in him tells him to go and answer it. He manages to get just in time to answer it, unsure of what to expect.

“Lieutenant Commander Kazansky?”, a female voice asks, and Tom feels himself straitening at the title.

“This is him.”, he can hear voices on the other side of the line, and he starts to worry, he had seen Slider just a few hours ago and he seemed fine.

“You are written down as Pete Mitchell’s emergency contact, mister Mitchell was in an accident.”, she doesn’t need to say more before he tells her he is on his way.

The roads are empty, everyone asleep, as he rides as fast as he can to get there in time. The worst-case scenarios are running through his mind, and he tries to calm down his breathing, but he isn’t able to. His heart is beating right out of his chest, and he grips the wheel with too much force.

The hospital comes into view, and he barely manages to correctly park his car before running toward the emergency room. There are nurses running everywhere and Tom tries to breath normally, but he can only focus on making sure that Pete was fine.

“Excuse me, I’m the emergency contact of Pete Mitchell.”, the nurse quickly looks at her computer before giving him the number of the room. He didn’t even have time to think about the fact that he was Pete’s emergency contact, but something makes his stomach erupt in butterflies at the thought.

The hallway is quieter than the entrance and he needs a few minutes to find the room but after a moment he finds it. He takes a deep breath before opening the door, scared of what he will find at the other side of the room.

Pete seems to be fast asleep as he enters it, and he can’t help but smile softly at the small snores that fill up the room. He doesn’t seem to have important injuries, there is a cut on his cheek and his arm seems to be wrapped up.

He crashes into a chair, finally feeling like he can breathe normally now that he knows that Pete is safe. It only takes him a couple of minutes before he falls asleep against the bed, the uncomfortable chair holding him up.

“Ice.”, he hears softly, and he groans, his back hurting along with his neck as he wakes up.

“Hey.”, he hears just a moment later and he opens his eyes to find green eyes, looking at him with a soft smile.

“Hey yourself, how are you feeling?”, he can’t help but ask, wanting to make sure that he is alright.

“Better now.”, he has a cheeky grin and Tom can’t help but smile at the response.

“What happened?”, the nurses hadn’t told him what had happened, or maybe they had but he just didn’t listen to them.

“Motorcycle accident, lost control of it in a sharp turn.”, Pete says quietly, and Tom lets out a sigh at the words.

“You need to be more careful.”, he whispers and Pete smiles brightly.

“I was wearing a helmet.”, he says proudly and Tom snorts in response.

“About time.”, the two smile at each other and as Tom looks at Pete, he can’t help but feel breathless at the sight of him, even in a hospital gown, he is so beautiful.

“What?”, Pete looks at him surprised and Tom realizes that he just said that out loud.

“You think I’m beautiful.”, he seems breathless at the words, a shy smile appearing, and Tom feels his heart beating harder against his chest.

“Don’t let it get to your head Mitchell.”, he says, trying to seem confident but he suddenly feels scared, to lose Maverick because he loves him.

He could’ve lost him in an accident but now he could lose him because of his feelings for him.

The man in question seems to be to stunned to speak, and Tom should enjoy this moment because usually Pete talks all the time but now he just feels more scared by the second.

“Well, I think that you are beautiful too.”, the man says suddenly, and Tom takes a moment to understand what he just told him.

“I have thought you were the most handsome guy I have ever met since we met at the O’club. I think I’ve had a crush since then.”, there is a shy smile on his lips, and he can see how scared Pete looks for a moment.

“Good thing I seem to be hopelessly in love with you too.”, a wide smile appears, and Tom feels breathless at the sight of it, directed at him.

It only takes a moment before Pete seems frustrated that he can’t come any closer to him before Tom takes matters into his own hands and sits on the bed. He just has a second to get seated before Pete gets a grip on his shirt and brings him into a passionate kiss, making him smile against his lips.

“Eager much?”, he whispers teasingly, breathless from the kiss and his lips tingle from the kiss.

“Shut up.”, Pete says, and a blush appears, but before Tom can enjoy the sight of it, he is dragged back into a kiss.

Even years later, receiving a phone call about Maverick was still frightening but throughout the years his husband calmed down, or at least a little bit. At first it was to be able to be near Bradley, as the boy had come to live with them and after the fallout it was to stay close to him when his cancer came. It had disappeared for a bit, and it gave Maverick the opportunity to do the Darkstar project.

A message comes in and he sees that it is Hondo, which was weird as the man only did that to keep him updated about Pete. The moment he reads the text, he freezes.

‘Maverick tried to push the Darkstar further but it exploded, currently missing.’

His hands shake as he reads the text over and over again but his phone rings and as he picks it up, he sees a name that makes him groan. Cain.

“Admiral Cain, how can I help you?”, it doesn’t take long for him to explain to him the whole situation, but Hondo had already explained it and Ice had an idea.

“I understand, however I do need Captain Mitchell for one last thing. There is no one else I would trust to handle this.”, he can hear Cain grumbling unhappily but he simply sits back in his chair, trying not to think of his missing husband.

“Would you like to say anything Admiral?”, it’s a rhetorical question, Cain knows it as well and a few seconds later the pain in the ass tells him that he needs to go.

He wants to go and find Pete himself, but he knows that he won’t be able to, the only thing he can do is sit here and hope that he hasn’t lost his husband.

The file in front of him makes him sigh, mostly the first picture of a certain Bradshaw. It’s a risky mission but he knows that Maverick is the only one crazy enough to be able to do this.

He can only hope that he will be there to see them come home.

Just as he finishes his email to Cain with the information for Maverick his phone buzzes and he tries not to jump on it.

‘We found him, broken ribs but otherwise fine. He is asking for you.’

He can’t help but sigh in relief, after an hour of imagining the worst-case scenarios, he lets himself close his eyes for a few minutes.

Maverick was a menace, but he wouldn’t have it any other way, he loved him far too much to lose him.

The words of Bradley are followed by a long silence, filled with tension and anger. Maverick tries to get himself to say something, but he isn’t able to, Bradley is still looking at him with fiery eyes, filled with anger. He thinks he has found something to say but a throat clears behind him, and he turns to find Warlock looking at him with sadness in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Maverick.”, the words are quiet, and Maverick stops breathing for a moment.

“Wh- what do you mean?”, he asks, trying to think of what could’ve happened. Tom had been getting better, he was fine when he left this morning.

“He collapsed on base, they couldn’t save him.”, Warlock seems pained to say the words, but Maverick doesn’t pay attention to it, the only thing he feels is pain.

He staggers back, like someone has punched him, and falls back against a cabinet, sliding down on the ground. He tries to tell himself that it isn’t true, that Tom is just at home and that he will be there cuddling with their cat F-14.

But his phone rings and he sees Slider’s picture appearing through the tears that are coming up.

“Tell me they are lying.”, there is a silence after his harsh words, and he feels a sob coming up.

“Please Slider, please. I can’t lose him too.”, he barely registers that Rooster has also fallen on the ground, looking like he has seen a ghost.

“I’m sorry Mav, they asked me to go and confirm if it was him at the hospital.”, Maverick lets out a sob at the words, the simple thought of Slider having to do that makes him sick.

“He was fine this morning, he was there and now he – he is”, he can’t even utter the words and he hears Slider letting out a sob.

“I’m sorry Mav, I’m so sorry.”, Maverick can’t stop sobbing, holding onto the phone like a lifeline.

“I don’t know what to do without him, he was my whole life. I can’t do this without him.”, he sees Rooster looking at him with tears falling down his cheeks and Maverick takes him into his arms, trying to reassure him as they both break apart.

“I know it’s hard, but you know how Tom is – was. He would have wanted you to continue with your life and enjoy it.”, Slider croaks and Pete can hear the pain in his voice.

“Then he should’ve stayed with me.”, he knows it’s unfair to say that he knows that Tom would’ve wanted nothing more than stay with him but in that moment, he needed his husband, his wingman, his best friend.

Slider tells him that he is coming to pick him up and he continues holding onto a sobbing Rooster, tears falling onto his own cheeks.

“I – I’m sorry, I should’ve talked to him sooner.”, the words are shaky, and Pete holds him tighter, he wants to tell him that he is right and that he should have but he only holds him.

“He loved you so much baby Goose, never forget that.”, they hold each other until Slider comes in, bloodshot eyes and it only takes him a second to join them on the floor and hugging them.

He was never ready to lose Tom, he always thought he would be the one to go first and that way he wouldn’t have to know a life without Tom. But life was unfair, and as the memories come back from all of their years together Pete can only hold his only family that is left, forever feeling like a piece of him is missing.

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Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye (2915 words) by just_fan_who_writes28

#top gun fanfiction #top gun imagine #tom iceman kazansky #iceman fanfiction #ice x mav #icemav #iceman x maverick #tom kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #maverick fanfic #pete mitchell fanfiction

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goawaywithjae · 9 months ago

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I wanted to write this week’s newsletter with a focus on K-dramas that center on teenagers and/or students. While the scenarios are fictional, there is a grain of truth to what students (and their parents) go through to try to get a leg up on everyone else:

° Crash Course in Romance ° Extracurricular ° Extraordinary You ° Racket Boys ° Revenge of Others ° SKY Castle

If you want to read about more teen-centric shows, check out the anchor links below for K-drama reviews that I’ve published in previous posts: ° Angry Mom ° Boys Over Flowers ° The Heirs ° Juvenile Justice ° Once Upon a Time in High School 📽️ ° A Time Called You ° Twenty-Five Twenty-One ° Twinkling Watermelon ° Weak Hero Class One

#Kdramas #kdrama review #kdrama reviews #substack #i wrote this #sky castle #racket boys #revenge of others #boys over flowers #twenty-five twenty-one

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musings-and-moans · 2 years ago

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watermelon sugar (kinktober day 1)

kink(s) of the day: overstimulation and squirting | kinktober masterlist

(want to be tagged in the kinktober masterlist?)

submission for: @ickyism’s Tropical Kiss Collab (thank you for organizing this💕, i think i am still early because timezones :D)

features: levi ackerman x fem!reader (afab!, uses she/her pronouns) (college AU) | wc: 4450 | song: watermelon sugar - harry styles

warnings: overstimulation, squirting, alcohol consumption, oral sex (m! and f! receiving, not in a 69 position), face fucking (if you squint), fingering, doggystyle, unprotected sex (pull out game strong, so dw), rough sex, pet names (baby, minx, captain), cum on ass, almost getting caught in class, implied creampie later (on the pill)

beta reading: @littleoanh (thank you so so so much 💕)

networks: @tokyometronetwork @hanayanetwork @downtown-roponggi

synopsis: you were in a bar, sitting with your best friend, talking about and reminiscing that summer fling or friends with benefits, if you will, which you hoped could have been something more.

a/n: welcome to kinktober 2022! this is very my very first try in working on this and i hope you all enjoy this <3 keep in mind that i may not post everyday because life happens, but i will complete them soon :D do fill my taglist and follow @shynahasabookshelf and turn on notifications to receive new updates on my fics. as always, likes, comments & reblogs, especially reblogs are appreciated. also, make sure to have ages on your bios. minors, ageless and blank blogs please dni, i will block you.

The bright lights of the bar caused your eyes to twinkle as you were in the most popular bar on campus with your friends, drinking away, enjoying the last couple of days of your summer vacation. The final year of grad school was waiting for you with bated breath and you were not wanting to think about that. Instead, you were sitting at the bar table with your best friend while your other friends were lost amongst the crowd on the dance floor.

“So, bestie,” your BFF calls out to you, and then whispers loudly enough for you to hear, “did you get laid throughout this summer?” You felt a sense of fluttering in your tummy as you heard the question. “Come on, now… tell me, pleaseeeee?”

“Okay, okay, okay,” you calm her down and tell her, “yes. I did.” She widens her eyes at you. “Wait, really? For how long?” You winked at her and smirked, responding, “All throughout the summer,” causing her to open her mouth wide in shock. “OH MY GOD!” She screams as you try to shush her to avoid embarrassment.

“Spill the tea, sis! Come on, you got more action than me, and didn’t even tell me about it!” Chuckling, you responded, “Well, it was a FWB. What do you want me to do, go around and spread the word?” Both of you giggle as she asks, “Seriously though, tell me!” You nod and then continue, “Well, remember the time you had to leave for your internship and there was this summer class I had to take ‘cause I needed to work on my research otherwise? It happened then….”

As soon as you entered the classroom, you noticed the seats were almost all occupied except for one. As you walked to the empty seat, your eyes fell on the guy that sat beside you. He had short, straight black hair that was styled in an undercut curtain, narrow and seemingly intimidating dull gray eyes with dark circles under them, and a deceptively youthful face. He was wearing a white t-shirt and black pants with white stripes, which casually showed off his well-developed physique and muscles, but he gave a deadpan look at the board while flicking a pen where the professor was writing the notes. His face seemed extremely calm. One could never guess what he was truly thinking.

As you collected yourself, quickly sat down, and nodded at this guy that caught your gaze. Thankfully, he nodded in return, from his peripheral vision, he took notice of you. You seemed excited for something, as you took out your notes, your laptop and your stationery as you were starting to pay attention to the lecture. His gaze lingered on how you tucked the stray locks of your hair behind your ear and how you straighten your glasses. Suddenly, you turned to his direction as the professor called out his name, “Levi, Levi, Levi!” He snapped out of his reverie as he turned to Professor Erwin Smith who was asking him something. Fortunately enough, Levi was able to answer correctly, surprising you. You, on the other hand, didn’t really surprise him when you were able to answer the questions addressed to you, however, he was taken aback by how chatty you seemed, yet you knew when to keep to yourself.

As class got over, you started packing your bag when you heard someone clearing your throat beside you. You turn to see that it was the good looking man. “Are we going to keep stealing glances like this, or are we finally going to introduce ourselves?” Chuckling, you respond, “Ah, I like that you’ve taken interest in me. Anyway,” you put your hand before him and introduce yourself. He then shakes your hand with his, giving a firm grip, responding in a way that catches your ears, “Your name is interesting. I hope I get to see you around more. I am Levi, by the way. Just Levi.”

“Just Levi, you say?” You raise an eyebrow, and continue, “It’s a pretty common name, you know? There are probably millions that have the same name as you.” With that, he smirks, and responds, “But there’s only one me. Why don’t you come to the summer party tonight at the club downtown to see?” You throw in a half-smirk his way and respond, “Well, you put in an offer I couldn’t just refuse, could I?”

That very same night, you walked into the club in a silver shimmery dress that went up to your knees and showed all of the curves well. You’d gotten your hair styled and were excited about the first night of the summer classes as your hips swayed to the music while drinking your favorite cocktail, a strawberry daiquiri. As your eyes turned to the end of the bar table, you saw the Levi that met you in the morning but he was dressed very differently. He wore a light blue t-shirt underneath a black leather jacket and black jeans. He had the similar expression you saw at the beginning of the class but his gaze softened as it met yours, prompting him to smile.

Levi then approached you oh so confidently with a glass of whiskey in his hand and spoke, “Fancy seeing you here.” You chuckled and responded, “Oh, so you didn’t think I’d show up, huh?” With a half-smirk, he retorted, “You seem to be a little miss goody-two-shoes for me to expect you here.”

You were not sure whether you should be surprised, offended or flattered by his choice of words, so you threw in a half-smirk, scoffed a bit while running your index finger along the rim of your glass so as to draw his gaze on to the drink, and retorted, “Well, as you can see by the drink that I’m holding, that I’m not. I like to party, I just don’t do it often.” Puckering his lips, he responds, “Why? Boyfriend troubles?” Swatting your hand in the air, you shook your head in disappointment, “And here I thought that you thought of me to be goody-two-shoes! It could be possible that I don’t want anything to get in the way of my research? Also, didn’t you mean ex-boyfriend troubles?”

Levi responded, “Ah, so you’re a research scholar I see, I am impressed!” Then he briefly lowered his head in embarrassment, “Oh, my bad. I’m sorry. When did that happen?” Pondering, you answered, “A couple of days before the spring finals. He started dating a girl through Tinder while keeping me in the loop. I slapped him when I found out.” He clicked his tongue in disapproval. “Really? Tch, men these days. Well, that’s a shame. That fucker doesn’t know that he’s let go of something precious. I’m glad that you slapped him.” Your gaze then fixates on the man in front of you, “You think so?”

He then comes closer to you, his face being inches away from yours, you could somewhat smell the whiskey off of him but you didn’t mind a bit. He curtly responded, with a sense of charm in his voice, “I don’t like to waste time by lying about what I think, (y/n).” He then placed a stray lock of your hair that fell out again behind your ear. “You’re hot, you’re smart, you’re confident in your own skin. I like that.” You then move back with your hand on your chest, taking on a snarky tone, “Why thank you. I can say that you’re not so bad yourself, Mr. Levi No-Last-Name. After all, I see your groupies waiting for you.” “Tch,” he clicked his tongue again. “I find them annoying.” You scoffed, “Sure you do. You like the attention though, don't you?” Raising an eyebrow, he said, “Ooh you’re fiesty, I like that. Perhaps, we can come up with an agreement on something that would help us.”

You narrow your eyes at him, “Okay? What do you suggest?” A knowing smile appears on his face, as he continues, “Well, with you getting away from your ex-boyfriend and focusing on your research, and me wanting to avoid those flies, how about we have a thing. You and me, for the summer. It’ll just be a FWB thing though. I don’t have to come in your way, and vice-versa.” This time, you’re the one to raise your eyebrows, “Oh? You think that in just one meeting, I’d agree to your proposition? We’re not friends, yet.” You then get up from your seat and stand in front of him, and subtly notice the height difference between you two. Scoffing, you continue, “How about we try it out tonight in that case?”

Taken aback by your forthrightedness, he inquires, “So you agree that you sense something between us?” With your lips now dangerously close to his cheek, you smile and whisper, “I’d say that there’s more than what we can sense but we’ll never know until we try, Captain,” teasing him with the nickname that he usually goes by from what you heard. It’s as if he felt shivers down his spine when he heard you, causing him to respond curtly, “What did you say?” Not sure if he heard it or not, you respond again, in a sultry manner this time. “Captain?”

Not sure if the whiskey overtook him, he softly drags his hand towards the small of your back and presses you closer to him, without uttering a word. He then drags his fingers to your shoulder, causing you to shiver with his every touch. He then slowly caresses your arm all the way to your hand, as he turns around and tangles his fingers with yours, gently leading you outside of the club. “Okay, umm,” he breaks the silence, “your place or mine?” A smile appears on your face, as you bring yourself to whisper in his ear, “Mine, please. I want to be comfortable first.” He turns his head to you, nods, then turns back, and responds softly enough for you to hear, “Of course. It’s the first priority.”

No sooner had you two reached your place, than you were glad that you were living in a single room apartment by yourself. As he approached you, his lips landed on yours, just like how you were desiring. “Fuck, your lips…” he cried out as he started to explore your lips with his while you two cupped each other's cheeks. You softly inquire, “Your hair…can I touch it?” and was met with a silent hum as you two ranked nails through each other's hair.

To you, his lips felt cold and touch-starved, but tasted smooth, just like the whiskey. To him, your lips tasted like strawberries on a summer evening, like the daiquiri you drank. Lost in each other, you enter your home as you lock the main door. Both of you then dash toward the bedroom, jump on the bed, kissing hard, sucking on each other's bottom lip and swirling your tongues around each other, until he stopped you, and he purred, “Before we continue, I want to let you know that I may not be gentle, I may be rough, but I assure you that I'll take care of you. Do you still want me to keep going?”

You nod, panting, “Yes, Levi, please don’t stop.” He chuckles and responds, “I will not continue until you call me what you called me at the club.” You pant, holding him, “Please don’t stop, captain.”

Giving him permission to continue, you started taking notice of every movement of his. In what felt like literal minutes or even seconds, both of your clothes were off each other and strewn all over the place. In the midst of it all, while your lips were glued to each other, you were carefully inspecting every inch of his incredible physique with your fingers, as you released yourself from the kiss, causing you to be in awe of him.

With your consent, he roughly unhooked your bra, and discarded it on the ground with your breasts on display. “I was right,” Levi muttered when he roughly cupped both of your mounds and fondled them, his thumbs flicking your nipples, causing your pussy to throb, and you tilted your head backward, biting your lip. He increases the pace of his flicking, causing you to whimper further, and grind slowly on him.

“(Y/N), you’re beautiful,” Levi rasps in awe, causing you to blush and look the other way, the incandescent light of the moon shining on your face. He didn’t seem to be one to mince words or lie about your looks, so this meant a lot to you somehow.

In one sweep, he picks you by your butt, with you wrapping your legs around his waist, and him placing you on the bed, with your head on the pillow. He teases while splaying one of his hands over your tummy as he sees you, “I am so glad that you kept it clean down there. Besides, seems to me like you’ve been waiting for it for a long time.” He examines your body as your wetness was a full-on display for his ravenous eyes while licking his lips.

Without telling you anything, his fingers start to explore every part of you, the wetness, the clit, the folds, every single touch was sending you into a frenzy. He starts rubbing your clit in a clockwise motion. Closing your eyes harder, you whimper while you’re arching your head up, crying out his name and whimpering, “Captain, feels so nice…”

There was an exchange of intense eye contact, moans, and groans going on as he kept stroking your clit, increasing the pace and intensity. Your voices were reverberating in the air in the room. As you were breathing heavily and trembling, he kept calming you saying, “it’s okay, I got you.” With your wetness as lube, he roughly inserted one of his slender fingers into your pussy, the slightest movement causing you to arch your back and mewl louder.

“Oh, shit you’re tight,” Levi cried, “Damn this pussy. That asshole doesn’t know what he’s missing out on,” while pushing the finger in and out slowly, stimulating you in a way you’d never felt before. You then cry, “please go faster,” while biting back a moan, to which he replies, “with pleasure, baby,” as he increases his pace. “Don’t hold back, I want to hear you moan,” he says as you move your hips along the fingering movement, continuing to moan, and he then inserts another finger and commands, “Spread your legs for me.”

As an act of obedience, you spread your legs, showing him with great detail how it looked. He first kisses your clit, still maintaining eye contact with you, but you break it to close your eyes and be lost in the pleasure. As he kisses your clit, he sucks on your folds roughly, while fucking you with two fingers. Your hands were fisting on the sheets, and you couldn’t hold back your screams as he was doing it so well. As he kept doing it roughly, a coil was slowly building up within you, eventually causing you to see stars as he took out his fingers and fully eat you out with his hands on your thighs until you yell, “Levi, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, ngh-” your legs start to tremble as the coil snaps.

He holds you steady with his hands, causing you to have your first orgasm of the night and him to slurp in your essence. He then kisses your sensitive pussy, gets up, sucks on his fingers to taste your slick, towers over you, with his tummy pressed against yours as he kisses you fervently, both of you get to taste how you tasted. All of this happened so soon, that you couldn’t register when he put you on his lap, again, urging you to go down on him. You were shocked to see his girthy cock slap against the abdomen. Who knew that someone who was shorter than you was more than making up for it in the package department.

Your hands stroke him, causing him to lean his head back against the headboard, and close his eyes. He then starts to feel your lips wrap around the head of his dick, touching nothing else, just your tongue swirling around slowly, getting a taste of his pre-cum. He tilts his head in your direction and his gaze fixates on you. While maintaining eye contact, your mouth slides all the way down to the base of his dick. You then start sucking him hard, enough for him to feel like you’re pulling the cum out of him.

Levi’s eyes rolled back as he closed his eyelids, his face flushed with delight. You move your lips up and down, back and forth, pushed against his firm length. “Shit,” he whimpers, calling out your name, “Don’t milk me just yet.” With a smirk on your face, you take one of his hands, run the fingers through your hair, and ask him to guide you. Levi then thrusts harder into your mouth, not wanting to actually harm you because he didn't want to overwhelm you, but you nod, allowing him.

Only your low-sucking sounds could be heard as you continued to bob your head and groaned once or twice more, as he fucked your face. He breathed your name, writhing into your mouth. He also notices that your hands are caressing his balls. You slide off his dick and spend some time licking and sucking his balls, making him grunt, as one of your hands rubs your clit.

“I want you to be on all fours, baby,” he rasped, getting you out of your reverie, and you looked at him in confusion. “On all fours, I’ll not repeat it again,” he commanded as you nodded, climbing on the bed and turning around with your ass on display. A shiver ran down your spine as he lined his dick into your entrance, not uttering a single word. He suddenly slammed himself into you until he bottomed out, his cock so long and girthy that he stretched your inner walls so much.

“Crap, baby, how are you taking me in so well?” He says as he keeps thrusting himself into you. His slender hands gripped your hips tightly, thus amplifying your whimpers. His cock rammed hard into your wet pussy so much that your arms lost their strength, as you were fucked into oblivion. As soon as you paused to rest your head on the pillows, he grabbed a fistful of your hair with one hand and pulled it back, while reaching out your breasts with the other and holding them to pull you closer, steadily increasing the strength and speed of his thrusts.

He was pleased at the sight of you whimpering as your inner walls were hugging his cock so well, like they were specially made for him. Your legs were shaking from the building up of another orgasm when he leans over you, turns your face such that it’s inches away from his face and then places a kiss on your lips. “You're pretty when you cum,” he smiles, pressing your face to the pillow, “I want you to not hold back and keep moaning,” he murmurs, starting to push his hips against yours again.

As he teases your sensitive spot, the knot in your stomach begins to loosen again, your velvety pussy stretching under his thrusts even though you can't take it all in. “I'm close, I can’t take it anymore,” you warn him. He fake pouts, “But we're just getting started,” then smirks, moving his calloused thumb over your puffy nub.

“Cum for me, pretty girl,” he says, his balls slamming into your ass and lewd sounds come out of your pussy as his shaft fucks you rhythmically. Your cunt spasms around his girth as if to push him off and when you come Levi pulls out. You squirt on him, squealing his name and shaking.

His thumb doesn't stop moving in circles over your sensitive bud, “There it is,” he murmurs, working his cock back into your hole, “you did so well,” he praises you, beginning to thrust frantically for his release now. He then says, “I’m going to cum on your ass now. I love the way it looks, and it would look better with my essence all over it,” as he felt his release approaching, following which he pulled out, and sprayed his essence all over your derriere.

Panting heavily, the both of you lie down on your bed and snuggle with each other. “Okay that was FUCKING good” you broke the silence, as he chuckles. You look at him, and ask, “Is that why you’re popular amongst the girls? ‘Cause you make them feel amazing in bed?” He scoffs, responding, “They say that, but they don’t realize that sex is a two-way street. They’re supposed to make me feel good too, but they fail to do so, until just now. ‘Cause you,” he then kisses you, “you’re a minx, you know that?” You wink at him, saying, “I seem to be learning from the best,” as you both decide to go at it again, lasting all night.

This went on for days and weeks on end. Sex with Levi was always on a whole another level. Your ex-boyfriend could never match up to how good Levi was. Both of you never told each other, but ever since you two started sleeping with each other, you two never bothered sleeping with other people. You would even take risks in the university, with him devouring your pussy one day during class, urging you to pay attention in class, and were only allowed to cum once the professor left. You were overstimulated during class but couldn’t say anything.

Once class was over, he felt a gushing liquid coming out of you, as both of you chased your release. When you got over your embarrassment after frantically cleaning up, you asked him, “Why were you eating me out during class? You know that you’re more than capable of making me do that anywhere.” He laughed sadistically, “Because you got me addicted to you, baby.” Shaking your head in disapproval you scoffed, “Oh, please. Remind me to give you an amazing blowjob during class next time. I will overstim you so hard that you’ll see stars.” He then grins at you and says, “Try me.”

Your summer tryst didn’t just get you two physically close, during this time, you were beginning to get bare with each other emotionally, blurring the lines between you two in every way. You learned that his full name was Levi Ackerman, the nephew of Kenny Ackerman the trustee, the son of Kuchel Ackerman, the popular actress who died in a car accident and is related to Mikasa Ackerman, a champion in sparring. He confessed that he was not fond of his last name, so he dropped it whenever he was introducing himself in public.

In return, you told him about your problems, and he was more than patient to listen to you rant about your research not going well. You two would cook meals and drink tea together and before you know it, both of you seemed to be falling for each other. Until one day, Levi knocked furiously on your door, with you wondering what was going on. However, you were then met with a scowl from him, who had a phone in his hand with his Twitter page blowing up.

“What is this?” He curtly answers in a soft voice, showing you that your classmates were freaking out about Levi’s surname. Now, to some it may not be a big deal, but it was to him, you were aware. However, you were not the one to do this. You’d never hurt him on purpose. “Levi, how did this happen? I swear this is not my doing…” He entered your house with his eyebrows being furrowed further. “Explain this to me then, why this was done from your phone?” Fear gripped you, as you checked your phone, realizing that you were hacked. You didn’t know who did this or why would someone target you, but this wasn’t right. “Levi, I really did not do this. I was—” He flashed his palm so as to stop you from talking, just saying, “Save it. This, whatever we were having, it’s over,” and he left, leaving you alone.

The last few days of the summer went by, with you focusing more so on your research than anything else. However, something felt different. There was something you felt was missing, or rather a certain someone …

Your best friend then widens her eyes in shock. “Omg you were with THE LEVI?! The sex god?!” She exclaimed, “Wasn’t his last name was a mystery until recently?”

Your facial expression then turns sorrowful. “Yeah, but that was not my fault though. Apparently my ex saw me fucking him in university and he got so jealous that he hacked into my phone and spread the information. He being a comp sci student, I should have seen it coming! We argued and we stopped talking ever since.” You were upset about all that happened, but you couldn’t stay upset. After all, it was just supposed to be a friends-with-benefits arrangement, right?

“Did I mess it up, real bad?” You softly asked your best friend, without realizing that Levi had walked up to you and stood behind you, surprising you with a, “Why don’t you tell me what happened next?” You flinch and turn to see Levi standing in front of you, looking at you guiltily. He briefly lowers his head. “I…I owe you an apology.” You stand in front of him, still hurt, but wanting him even more as you felt your heart race. “I later learned what actually happened and set him straight but could never bring myself to apologize to you until today. Would you be able to forgive me, and can we try this again?”

You stood there, stopping yourself from kissing him, retorting, “I don’t know, it did hurt, y’know…” He then cups your cheek with one hand, brings you closer and kisses you, ignoring your shocked best friend in the background. “How about now?” You throw in a half-smirk and whisper, “Only if you do that again with you cumming in me, as I’m on the pill.” As he widened his eyes, not a single word was exchanged as he held your hand and dragged you out of the club. Surely he didn’t want to miss the chance of getting washed away in you, ever again.

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jjungkookislife · 3 years ago

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Knee-High

pairing: high-waisted!yoongi x gf!reader

genre: established relationship, smut [18+]

summary: Yoongi decides to ruffle your feathers by wearing a skirt once again, and just like last time, you’re incapable of keeping your hands to yourself!

wc: 1.8k

warnings: cursing, ptd!Yoongi skirt, orange hair yoongi (yes that’s a warning!), yoongi has a lip piercing, yoongi wears liptstick, marking (hickeys, biting), hair pulling, oral sex (f. giving), unprotected sex, creampie

date: January 29, 2022

“What’s got you looking like you just orgasmed?” Your boyfriend asks as he takes a seat on the edge of the bed. You’re standing by your closet, looking for an outfit to wear tonight but thoughts of your last date with your boyfriend riddle your mind.

“Nothing,” you clear your throat, looking away embarrassed as you riffle through your closet before choosing a knee-length dress and going into the bathroom to change and finish your makeup.

Yoongi grins to himself, rising from the bed and sticking his head out into the hallway. He can hear you singing along to the music that blasts from the speaker in the bathroom and he knows you’re too lost in your own world to come out and check on him. He makes his way to the closet, looking over his shoulder every so often as he grabs a pair of black pants and a black skirt that’s knee-high.

After your reaction from last time, he’s eager to see your response to this skirt. For a moment he wonders if he should wear it without pants underneath but one look out the bedroom window and the white blanket of snow on the sill is enough to deter him from not wearing pants.

Tonight, the two of you had a group hang out to attend. It would be a short walk from your shared apartment and you had been excitedly talking about this night for days. The both of you were eager to see all your friends and meet Namjoon’s new partner.

Once he’s dressed, Yoongi’s fixing his hair at your vanity. Instead of lipstick tonight, he settles for a tinted watermelon-scented lip balm. He knows the scent alone will keep you near him, eager to kiss him at any point in time.

A smirk appears on his face, his lip ring glinting in the bedroom light as he finishes his look with a jacket. Yoongi looks good, damn good! He admires his reflection for a moment before he hears the bathroom door open, your music still on but much quieter now. Your footsteps are light as you head to the bedroom, eyes on your feet to make sure you don’t trip over any clothes you’ve left discarded on the floor before your thoughts led you astray.

“I just need my tights and I’ll be rea-” your voice trails off. “Dy.”

With wide eyes and parted lips, you eye your boyfriend. Your heart races dramatically in your chest and you lean back, gripping the doorway with your hand.

What. The. Fuck.

“Yoongi!” You exclaim, inhaling deeply as you eye him hungrily. His sheepish smile has arousal pooling deep in your abdomen and you might as well text your friends now to let them know you won’t be coming out tonight.

“Yes, baby?” Yoongi feigns innocence as if this wasn’t the reaction he was expecting. His fingers grip the material of his skirt, holding it between his fingertips as he turns in a circle for you.

“Fuck,” your brain has stopped working. You’re nearly salivating as you take in every inch of him and you want him. Bad.

When Yoongi’s cocky gaze meets yours, you’re done. He’s got a mischievous look in his eyes, his teeth sink into his bottom lip, his silver lip ring garnering your full attention.

“You better let them know we won’t make it,” you say breathlessly as you approach him, his eyes twinkling.

“Oh? And why is that?” Yoongi goads you, and you glare at him, eyes sharp.

“You know exactly why,” you state in a low tone that sends shivers down his spine. You grip a handful of his shirt, tugging it forward as you plant your lips on his, surprising him.

Yoongi kisses you back eagerly, tongue meeting yours as he grips a handful of your hair to hold you in place. Your hands tug on his pants, undoing them and tugging them down his thighs. Yoongi breaks the kiss long enough to step out of the pants, kicking them across the room before his lips are back on yours, hands gripping your hips tightly.

“You did this on purpose,” you accuse in between kisses, your hands slipping under his skirt to feel his thighs.

Your boyfriend chuckles. “I may have done this on purpose, yes.”

“I knew it!”

“Needed to see your reaction,” he says as he trails kisses down your jaw to your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin as your fingers grip his hair and tug on it.

Yoongi’s hands easily find the hem of your dress, tugging it over your head until it lays uselessly on the bedroom floor, skilled fingers undoing your bra right after.

Kissing Yoongi sends shivers down your back, excitement and arousal bubbling in your abdomen as you tug off his jacket, taking his shirt with him to discard on the floor.

“Easy,” Yoongi chuckles as you tear a slit in his skirt. You hush him with your lips, pushing him onto the bed, where he groans against your lips.

You’re not surprised to see he’s gone without underwear today as you bunch his skirt at his hips. “You planned this.”

“I may have considered this as an outcome when I picked out my outfit, yes.” You can’t even be mad at his flirty smile.

With ease, you’re pushing Yoongi onto the bed, climbing over him, and connecting your lips. His soft moans leave you yearning for more, a hand slipping between your bodies to wrap around his length.

“Fuck,” Yoongi sighs, hips bucking as your grip on him tightens. You smirk, pecking his lips before kissing your way to his neck, nipping and sucking until he’s begging you for more.

With a fiery tongue, you’re licking your way down his body, pausing to suck a mark onto his skin, right beneath his navel. Yoongi grunts, whining as you nip at the sensitive flesh before he feels your lips wrap around the head of his cock briefly.

“Tease,” he gasps when you deep throat him, only to release him right after. You grin, stroking his cock for a few more moments just to listen to his breathy tone.

With eager hands, you straddle your boyfriend, pushing your panties aside before sinking on him. Yoongi curses, eyes shut as he reaches for your hips when your ass meets his thighs.

“Should have let me finger you or something,” he grunts.

“Couldn’t wait,” you respond in an airy tone as your hands grip his skirt for leverage. Yoongi looks at the spot where your bodies are joined, licking his lips when you raise your hips and just the tip of his cock is inside you before you’re taking him in again.

“Fuck, yes!”

“You feel so good,” you moan, riding him faster after you’ve adjusted. You’re so warm and wet, it makes Yoongi’s head spin. All this because of a skirt? He loved that you’d get so turned on for him. In fact, he planned to keep wearing them if this is how riled up you got over him, not that you were any less beforehand but skirts just made you jump him on sight.

“Yoongi,” you pout, riding him faster, thighs trembling. “Pay attention to me.”

“S-sorry,” he stutters as he focuses on your breasts, cupping them before he’s sitting up to put one in his mouth. You thread your fingers in his hair to keep him there, feeling his hot tongue swirl around your nipple, teeth grazing it before he’s moving to the other breast and repeating his actions.

“Why are you so fucking hot? I always wanna jump on your cock when you put on a skirt,” you admit, grinding down on him as his lips seek yours, kissing you when they meet. He murmurs something against your lips but you pay him no mind as you feel him buck his hips upward to meet your hips.

“I’m gonna cum,” he rasps in his deep voice that leaves you clenching around his cock, earning a guttural groan from him.

“So close,” you grit, biting your bottom lip for a moment before you’re kissing him again. It’s a messy, sloppy kiss that leaves the both of you tingling as he fucks into you, thrusting harder and faster as your nails dig into his shoulders.

“Yoongi! Yoongi!” You cry.

“I know, babe. I know,” he groans, eyes squeezed shut as kisses your shoulder, moving upward to kiss your neck, teeth sinking into the flesh when he cums. “Fuck, yeah.”

You grip him tighter, face tucked into his neck as you come right after him, nails leaving marks in their wake as you clutch him tight to ground yourself. You groan at the sweat that rolls down your forehead.

Yoongi rocks his hips into you a few more times, making you whimper and whine before you’re climbing off him, his cum running down your thighs immediately.

Yoongi chuckles, his fingers reaching out to push it back inside.

“Yoongi!” you exclaim.

“What?” he smirks, eyes mischievous.

“Come on, get in the shower! We can still make it a little late,” you urge him out of your bed, ignoring the way your legs tremble on the way to the bathroom.

The two of you shower quickly, making sure not to get your hair wet so you won’t have to style it all over again. You could get away with brushing it a bit and Yoongi always has a messy-styled look anyway, although his exposed forehead may cause you to jump him once again. Something about his orange hair coupled with his exposed forehead had you ready to go in seconds.

“Okay, I’m going to get dressed and do my makeup,” you tell yoongi as you shove him out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. He chuckles as he agrees, heading to the bedroom where he grabs his clothes, pulling out a skirt identical to the one you had torn a slit into. He puts his pants underneath, going without boxers again and this time he puts on a pretty mauve lipstick just as you’re calling him to the door.

“I’m ready, baby!”

“Coming!” Yoongi calls back as he slings his jacket over his shirt. He checks himself out in the mirror one last time before he’s grabbing his chunky combat boots off the closet floor.

You’re too busy texting your friends, letting them know you’d be there shortly, apologizing for running late. You hear Yoongi enter the room but you’re reading your newest incoming text to look up until he’s buckling his boots and you’re shoving your phone in your purse, hand on the doorknob, ready to go.

“I’m ready,” Yoongi said with a grin when you take in his skirt cinched at his waist with a silver chain belt.

“Oh hell no, not again.”

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yeojaa · 4 years ago

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stay gold.

pairing. jjk x f!reader. rating. explicit. tags. blond!jk being a good boy? idk. that’s literally it. wc. 3k. beta reader. @hobi-gif, ofc. author note. this was meant to be pwp but i cannot shut up so here is this mess that is neither pwp nor something with a legit plotline. 🤠 blame blondie.

Having a content creator boyfriend is fun. Usually.

You get to go on cool trips, he gives you all of the random shit his sponsors send him, and you get to preen like a cat that ate the canary when his DMs blow up with hundreds of messages.

Sure, there are the downsides. All his stupid pranks - the ones that piss you off when you’re trying to do your makeup, the ones that have him dunking ice cubes on you while you’re in the middle of a shower - and his perpetual recording, camera glued to his hand and if not that, then his phone. There are the rude comments - the oh, that’s his girlfriend? He could do better was a common one - and the long hours he spends editing, holed away in his office; the beyond inappropriate packages he gets in the mail, thongs and other things that he immediately tosses away with a reassuring tilt of his pretty head.

You don’t mind it though. He enjoys it, thrives on it, and you’re there to support him.

But you’d never expected this.

This Adonis standing in the doorway, freshly styled strands pushed back from his forehead, glimmering gold falling across his eyes. He looks, for lack of a better word, unreal.

(You’re not often speechless. Can’t be, when you’re dating someone like Jeon Jungkook and everything he does either makes you laugh or infuriates you. Boring isn’t a part of his vocabulary and you’ve learnt to keep up with his antics over the years.)

(Still, this comes close, stealing all the air from your lungs.)

“Hey, baby.” It’s his usual greeting, offered without hesitation as he crosses the threshold and tosses his keys into the catch-all by the door. Kicks off his chunky sneakers and peels his sweater over his head, effectively tousling the tawny threads.

He’s so handsome it’s outright disgusting, leaving you gaping up at him from your post on the couch. Gives you very little to work with as he shimmies down the hall, grabs an apple off the kitchen island, and then not-so-gracefully plops himself down beside you.

You still haven’t found your words by the time he takes two gigantic bites, flesh crunching between his teeth, big doe eyes sparkling like he’s stepped right out of a Disney film.

“D’you like it?”

Did you? Well, obviously.

You’ve never imagined Jungkook blond. He’d gone through a phase in college, colours of the rainbow rotating through the ends of his hair. Brown, red, orange, blue. You’d loved each hue but this was something else entirely. (Different even from the two months he’d spent as full-on ginger, committing far too hard to his Haikyuu!! Halloween costume.)

This version of him is steeped in some twisted fantasy, a dream crafted by years of bedtime stories and happily ever afters. It screams Prince Charming and has you reaching for him before you know what you’re doing, threading fingers through the surprisingly soft silk that curls over his ears and looks so lovely next to the silver of his piercings.

You mean to be gentle, to comb delicately through flax but fuck. He looks so good you want to devour him. (You can only imagine your face - a lovesick puppy brought home from the pound.)

There’s still apple in his mouth, juice tracking down his chin because you’re really making it quite hard for him to chew when you’ve got him like this, two hands on either side of his face, holding him in place. Inspecting him like a piece of meat as he peers at you, deceptively innocent and amused. “That’s a yes?”

An answer comes in the form of a kiss, of limbs rearranging and settling directly into his lap. Knees wide, chest to chest, you can’t even be bothered by the sickly sticky feel of his skin, the way his hands are too cold to be creeping up beneath the hem of your - his - shirt.

(Where had he put the apple? You know it’s not finished, two bites in and left to roll all over the rug. You’ll give him shit for that later, when you’re not so distracted.)

“You look like Barbie,” you mumble against his lips, into the warmth of his mouth. You ignore the way he laughs, swallowing it down with a pass of your tongue and too much spit swapped, a string of saliva caught between you when you come up for air.

Somehow, you’re still lightheaded, all your thoughts framed into the familiar silhouette of the boy beneath you. Cherry red lips - your fault, from all your biting and teasing and the balm you’d applied earlier - and blond hair. Who would’ve known that was your weakness?

(Deep down, you know Jungkook as a whole is the issue. That it’s your stupid handsome boyfriend with his lopsided smile and bunny teeth, dimples and that scar on his cheek. This is just a new layer to be explored, another reason you love him added to the Jungkook Best Boy jar that sits front and centre in your mind’s eye.)

“Don’t say that,” he groans, equal parts reproach and affection, palms resting where they belong, nestled over your spine. Long fingers toy with the soft cotton of your thong, brushing over the seamless material with small repetitive motions.

You realise then his hands aren’t the only things heating up.

The two of you have an understanding, an abiding awareness of the boundaries of your relationship and the roles you take on. Best friend, occasional sucker for the sake of a TikTok, lover.

He knows how much you hate your dirty laundry being aired - does his very best to never post anything that might be misconstrued, ensures he only ever portrays you in a good light because the internet could be cruel. (Even if he argued with you in the quiet of your home, he’d keep you safe outside of the four walls.)

You know how he needs his quiet time but that sometimes, a night out was unavoidable, a part of his life he - and by extension you - couldn’t always say no to. (Even if you were achy and tired by midnight, glaring down at your phone as he made his rounds, exchanged contact details and rambled about shit that meant nothing.)

He’s learnt to make your eggs the way you love them: soft in the centre, covered with too much pepper. He never washes your clothes in hot water (not after The Great Sweater debacle) and he always makes sure not to use your special memory foam pillow.

You kiss him goodnight without fail and play with his hair until he falls asleep; you bury your face against his chest when he’s had a long day, signing your love with the felt-tip of your lips. You bring him fresh cut fruit when he’s been working for more than three hours and wash his hair when he’s stressed.

Knowing each other was easy; loving each other was like breathing.

This, though, is different. New. Special.

He’s never been like this before, glazed over in the eyes, patience wearing thin. Sat so well, picture perfect beneath you and cornsilk crown lighting his entire expression up like a halo, he’s ethereal.

“Baby,” he whines, grits through his teeth as you roll your hips that much slower, the glide impossibly smooth thanks to the lychee watermelon lube he’d received to his PO box. (One of the items you hadn’t thrown away from that package, together with a handful of other toys that’d come in handy over the months.)

You’re shameless, soothing a hand across his cheek, thumb slipping past his lips. (You ignore the noise of indignation, meet it with a twinkling laugh of your own.) It sweeps over his tongue, pressing down in tandem with the second sound - one that echoes out of his chest, a growl that pitches into a whine and makes your ears buzz. “Hi, baby.”

“Stop teasing.” It’s practically begging - or as close to it as Jungkook will get. It draws a smile and another pass of your thumb, gliding across his gums to slot against the interior of his cheek. You’ve got him fishhooked, immobile, even as he glares up at you.

(He’s so, so handsome. Looks utterly out of it even as he tries to harden his gaze, coerce you into doing what he wants with that stare that makes your heart lurch pathetically in your chest.)

“You don’t like this?”

You know he does - that he loves being pampered. That he’ll rarely ask, instead pouting at you from wherever he sits until you turn to putty under his gaze and smother him in all the love you have to offer.

“I do. I just—” The rest of his words don’t come, stolen by a gasp when you grind against him, swollen head of his cock bumping against your clit. He’s making a mess of you both, back arching, hips rising, hands fisted into the sheets even as he chases friction like a dog does its tail. The warmth between your legs is so close he looks as if he’ll lose his mind, rutting against your cunt like just the right angle might get him what he wants. “Fuck, baby.”

“I’m trying,” you retort, mouthful of teasing that only earns you another glare, some poor semblance of one as he bites into the webbing of your hand, bucks up impatiently.

“Please.” He tries again, a different tactic this time, all sugar-spun sweetness. Strawberry shortcake rather than sour cherry pie, so eager to get what he wants that he’s not above pulling out all the stops. A hand risen from the sheets, digits decorated in ink swimming over your skin, sinking into the meat of your thigh.

(He doesn’t push though. Knows you’ll pull the moment he does.)

“Please?” An echo chamber, endlessly teasing, and a ducked head, lips finding the sweat-slick column of his throat. Just one drag of your tongue has him crumbling further, careful composure slipping with each swivel of your hips, the edge of your teeth. There’s nothing but desperation radiating off him, demand choked back when you drift lower, tracing over his chest, teasing him in the ways you know best.

It’s all so unnecessary, drawing out what he wants until he’s a goner, three seconds from combusting beneath you. You’d give him anything he ever asked for - offer it all up on a silver plate, a meal fit for a king. This is just fun, different and exciting.

You relent with a minor adjustment, settling yourself against him, face dropped into the crook of his neck. “Slowly.”

He repeats after you, uncertain and hopeful; his hand falls further, warmth descending to pull you close, hold you still. As much as he needs this - needs you - he loves the slow burn just as much. The stutter of his pulse gives him away, erratic beneath your touch. He’s a thousand miles above the clouds, floating on cloud nine; every second passed is another tingle of his toes, a tightening of the coil in his stomach.

When he aligns himself against your core, pre-cum pearling over his tip, he does exactly as you’ve asked. Sinks into you at such a leisurely pace you wonder if you might be the one who splinters apart, shatters into a million tiny pieces at the way he splits you open.

“Good?” Jungkook asks so nicely it’s impossible for you to say no, to deny him this tiny bit of reassurance.

(Maybe it’s the way he looks, crowned in glittering gold, painted by Fra Angelico. Or maybe it’s how his smile spills like sunshine, a peachy pink horizon dragging over the apples of his cheeks, burnt red like their namesake.)

(Whatever it is, it’s everything you want, packed perfectly and pouting.)

“Good boy,” you purr, breath hitching once he’s sheathed to the hilt, seated so deeply within that you swear you can feel him in your throat.

You’ve never felt so full before - close to overflow, taunted and taxed by ridges and veins, each flex of his hips that drives him somehow further within your fluttering walls. So full you might burst, that you can’t possibly hold yourself together when he begins to move, fucking you tenderly, as if he can feel the weight of the moment.

There’s something happening. A shift in the air, in the axis of your planet that revolves around him. It falls on its side, spins wildly out of control, and you’re emotional. It’s not just his hair - that gilded crown he wears, heavy heavy heavy like aureate coin - or the impossible dark of his eyes - blown out, an entire galaxy devoured by the supermassive black hole that is his pupils. It’s the things you can’t see, the pieces beneath skin, soft and jammy, the tongue-tart sweetness.

(The thing with Jungkook is that he doesn’t let go, refuses to fully submit, always so careful to regulate his voice when things get to be too much. He’ll blink back his tears, stifle a sob, even as his breath disappears from nothing but a delicate brush of his chest.)

You take his vulnerability as a treasure, hold it close and craft a chest for its home, promise to keep it safe even while you're the one who poses the most danger. When it’s your teeth and tongue that eviscerates the soft of his flesh, makes him keen and gasp, heart pounding like hooves, beat imprinted against, under, into your palms.

When he begs you to move - manages the request in a broken articulation that makes you giggle - you give, swivel your hips in a figure eight, an infinity of motion that never ends.

You take all he has to offer and sing your praise into the wet of his mouth. Lick over teeth and gums and trade spit for love; know there’s only more where that came from, that the fountain begs to overflow as he finally - finally - breaks that much more, gripping your hips gentle as can be. Hands soothe up and down, an unspoken plea in how he thumbs your hip bones, taps hopefully over the small of your lower back.

He doesn’t need to speak for you to hear him.

It’s more than a kiss forming against your skin. It’s a confession of adoration, sealed by the frame of his mouth, cemented by the sting of his teeth. It’s I love you without saying it, plastering the pecks along your spine, placing them safely in all the spaces you’ve created for him.

It’s also an apology, because he’s just torn your castle to pieces, shattered your entire fantasy into smithereens.

He hadn’t expected you to react the way you had, rolling off him as if he hadn’t just been chasing the sweet bliss of release, splitting your walls and making you wail above him. It has him pouting, utilising the one thing that melts you down like candle wax.

“Baby,” he whines, reaching for you, needy and horny and so hard he imagines all the blood has rushed from his head straight to his cock. Everything spins when he moves with you, scrambles across the California king to paw at your hip.

He’d been so good for you - wasn’t that enough?

“Don’t,” you grumble, searing his insides with just one look. (It shouldn’t be as hot as it is.)

“But—” A plea punctuated by groping hands, eager as always, smoothing over the swell of your ass, flesh squeezing between knuckles. He’d normally let this go - fuck into his closed fist in the shower after he’s done something to cut playtime short - but he can’t help it now. He’s been on the edge for so long, lit up in neon that demands to be seen, heard, felt.

“Don’t dye it again.”

Oh?

That has him reeling, laughing, such a stupid grin across his face. It devours everything else, spearing dimples into place as he pulls you against him. You can feel his smile forming against your skin, the wet drag of his tongue as he sucks a welt into the sensitive spot of your shoulder.

“You wanna play with Barbie, baby?” It’s such a stupid line - utterly sophomoric and riddled with teasing and yet the delivery has you shivering in his arms, equally childish huff splitting your lips.

Jungkook doesn’t listen to you often - not about silly things like this - but he figures he can, just this once.

“I won’t,” he chirps, sneaking another kiss, stamping another smooch. It’s working exactly as he wants, stilling your protesting limbs as he cages you to him, slips his hand back where he most wants to be. The glide is perfect, a mixture of arousal and fruity lubricant; he slips a finger in without resistance, grinding his palm against your clit.

“R-really?” Of course you don’t believe him. He messes with you too often, plays too many pranks. (He deserves that.)

His promise comes too easy, driven by how nice you feel, how pretty you sound when he presses another digit in along the first. The scissor of his fingers is languid, exploring for the spots that make you breathless as he hums a noise of affirmation against your neck; he fucks you open as if he has to, as if you aren’t already dripping, eagerly sucking him in. “Really.”

“Put it in then, Ken doll.”

He laughs - and then he does. In bed, with your knee hooked over his, pace slow and sure and sinful. In the shower, bent over with his hands bruising your hips. In the kitchen for a late night snack, another apple in his mouth and your hands in his hair.

Maybe blonds did have more fun.

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exoromantic · 3 years ago

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I got inspired by @roguemonsterfucker 's writing and wrote something myself. It's been a really really (really really) long time since I wrote a story in anything but prompt or bullet form, and I'm not 100% happy with the ending, but hopefully it's enjoyable.

(I will add a page break once I can get on my computer next)

SFW, mothperson (F) x reader (no gender specified)

Kamla is the bright spot in my life. I never thought I'd be dating a moth girl; I especially didn't think I'd be lucky enough to be paying down the cost of a ring to make it official and hopefully forever.

She has an indomitable spirit, and a positive outlook, always able to look on the bright side of things. Rain was a chance to share an umbrella or snuggle on the couch. The soup exploding on the stove was something to learn from and laugh about later. She brings that energy to everything she does, from home life to her work at the beauty salon.

But today Kamla comes home with none of that energy. Her wings droop, as do her antennas. Her fluff pokes randomly from under her clothes instead of the artful grooming she prefers. She keeps her head down, moving slowly as she opens the door, leans against the wall to take off her shoes without untying them, not seeming to hear you greet her.

"Can I get you some juice, honey? I went grocery shopping after I got off work, they had a sale on watermelon-lime." I offer. The juice was not on sale, but it is her favorite, and we had the budget for it. When she shakes her head, I scramble for something else. "I could make some honey cakes?"

She must hear the worry in my voice, because she forces a small smile that she can't seem to keep on her face. It just makes me worry more.

"Don't worry about me, I'm just going to lay down for a bit." Kamla says, and I can only nod and watch her walk to the bedroom, shutting the door behind her with a click that echoes in the tiny apartment.

Okay.

Okay, she wants to be alone, and I respect that. When she is ready to talk to me, I have to trust that she will. I take a deep breath, settling myself.

Okay, so how can I support her when she is ready to talk? I eye the blanket pile next to the couch and get an idea, rolling up my sleeves and getting to work.

A couple hours later, around the time we normally are watching late night movies on the couch, she starts to call out in a forced cheerful tone about the plan for dinner, but stops when she sees what I had done to the living room.

I had transformed the entire room, from couch back to TV and far to either side, into a fort.

"What is all this?" Kamla asks, not upset and not pretending to be happy, just bewildered. I stick my head out, making sure to keep the inside hidden.

"You coming in or what?"

I barely finish speaking before ducking back in, and hear her snort. She was probably shaking her head, but hopefully in fondness.

"Alright, alright. Living room fort, let's do this." Kamla says, and I hear her getting down to prepare to crawl in, grumbling that her wings will probably take the whole place down.

And then she sticks her head in, and gasps.

I'm thankful I was able to find thick blankets for the outer layer, because it hid the twinkle lights and silver ornaments I hung up inside, bouncing around the tent like we were inside a constellation.

Kamla says my name, breathlessly, but didn't say anything else, and I couldn't read her mood from it. So I babbled.

"Getting the spare mattress and winter decorations from storage without making a ton of noise was difficult, but I think it worked out. I had to grab all the throws and pillows we have to pad out the floor, did you know we had this many pillows? I knew we had a ton in the bedroom, but obviously I couldn't get those, and… do you like it?"

My voice cracked on the last bit, but I was determined to stop babbling and wait for her response.

"Honey, I love it. But why…?" She says, a teary wobble in her voice as she moves the top blanket up and wiggles her wings in, scooting inside so we are sitting close. I hold out my hands palms up, and she puts her hands in mine. I clear my throat.

"I know I can't always make things better. That's not how it works. And I am never going to force you to talk about something you don't want to, or aren't ready to share. But I- I want to make a life with you, and that means when I can, I will always try to give back the light you give me."

Kamla uses our held hands to pull me into a tight hug, her wings cocooning and warming me like I hoped the fort would for her. Her fluff is puffed up like I know it does when she's happy but overwhelmed, and I rub my hand along her back, soothing.

"Thank you. This is just what I needed." She admits, then hesitantly says, "is it okay if we just hang out in here for a while? Just cuddle and wiggle around in our pillow mountain?"

I smile.

"Nothing would make me happier."

And then we did, tracing streams of light like laying under the stars.

#my writing #monster lover #just fluff #moth girl #reader insert #reader gender not specified

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jungkookiebus · 6 years ago

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Voracious pt. 2 | kth & jjk

Genre: idol!au, bi poly established relationship, smut, fluff Pairing: idol!taehyung x idol!jungkook x reader Word Count: 3.7k Warnings: exhibitionism, anal, creampie, cum play, blowjob, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, use of sex toys Summary: This story takes place two weeks after the first and the new city is Paris. Jungkook is feeling a little sorry and maybe both boys are feeling a little romantic because it’s the City of Love; either way, they show you just as dirty a good time as the last, without Jungkook getting punished.

Two weeks later

You were laid out in your bed with a book you had just picked up. The city this week? Paris. Earlier that morning, Tae had showed up at your door with an array of pastries, cheeses, breads, and sweets for breakfast. He laid out the assortment of foods on the table on your balcony and sat with you in the early morning breeze. Your morning with him was soft and special, much like any other time with him. Around 11, he had to leave for soundcheck and rehearsal. He left you in the hotel lobby with a kiss to your forehead as Jungkook squeezed you from behind, leaving wet kisses on your neck.

“Have fun,” you said as you waved them off to explore on your own.

You had opted not to attend the concert that night; you really didn’t feel up to it and instead curled up to read. The crowds were a little too much for you sometimes and you took to the comfort of covers and sheets instead. You drifted off early, too tired to stay up.

You awoke some time later, hot as hell, and not alone. Behind you, someone was curled up around you, a leg thrown over yours, an arm around your waist, and the other under your head. Heat radiated from in front of you, both of your hands clutched in theirs. Opening your eyes, you were met face to face with a sleeping Jungkook, his forehead pressed to yours. So, that left Taehyung as the human heater behind you which wasn’t surprising since he was such a cuddler. Claustrophobia started to kick in along with your need to cool off and you tried to push yourself upwards. A groan came from behind and Tae pulled you closer. Jungkook stirred and opened his eyes, blinking as his sight adjusted to the darkness.

“Jungkook,” you whispered.

He seemed confused as he looked at you and stretched his legs.

“Can you please move. It’s hot.”

That was when he started to rain small kisses all over your face. You laughed softly as you playfully batted him away.

“I’m serious. I’m sweating.”

“Hot,” he croaked as he scooted backwards.

“Why are you guys in here anyway?”

“Missed you.”

Jungkook hadn’t scooted back far, but he still reached out to run his thumb across your bottom lip.

“Didn’t have a good time?”

“Oh, we had fun; you just weren’t there to have fun with us.”

He swiped his thumb along your jaw and down your neck before flattening his hand to run along your waist to your hip. He pushed his hand into the top of your panties, and you stifled a yelp as he tickled the pad of his fingers over your clit.

“Jungkook!” You tried to raise you voice slightly, but not enough to wake Tae.

“What?” He acted as if he had no idea what you were upset over as he lazily started to rub circles over you.

“Aren’t you tired?”

“Not anymore.”

The groan that came from behind you this time was not one that was caused by sleep, but something else. Tae pressed his hips into your ass and pulled back before slipping your underwear down enough to put his hand in from behind. He shoved his leg in between yours as he reached through and brushed his fingers over Jungkook’s before teasing at your entrance.

His voice was deep, deeper than normal as he came out of sleep. “You guys having fun without me?”

“I just wanted you guys to move,” you groaned.

Seriousness seeped into Tae’s voice. “We can stop.”

He moved his hand away from you and just as quickly, so did Jungkook.

“Can we go stand on the balcony for a minute? Where it’s cooler?” You sighed with relief as Tae quickly complied, moving back and off the bed. He extended his hand to you and pulled you upwards. Beyond the sheer curtains you saw the twinkling lights of the Eiffel Tower lighting up the night sky. The air smelled clean, having just rained, but it landed soft on your skin. You inhaled deeply and took in the sounds of the silent city. You felt the telltale touch of Jungkook’s hand against your back as he sidled up beside you.

“Feel better?”

“Much.”

“The Eiffel Tower is beautiful at night,” Tae said from your other side.

Jungkook turned his back to the railing of the balcony and looked over at you.

“Since we’re out here in the cold air…,” he began as he pulled you to him. He bent his head to press his lips to yours and your entire body melted into his. He wrapped his arms around your waist as he deepened the kiss, pressing you further into his hips. He was half hard underneath you as he continued to kiss you, tongue slipping between your lips and he tasted of watermelon.

“Don’t ever leave us,” he whispered against your lips.

“What?”

Tae’s fingers tickled the skin by the band of your panties along the swell of your ass as he spoke. “Kook has this irrational fear that you’re going to leave us.”

“Why?” Your eyes shot up to his and they shone bright in the darkness around you.

“Because of what happened.”

“Like, last week?”

He looked sad as his gaze shifted to an unknown point behind you and then back to yours.

“Kook,” you said firmly, “I’m not leaving you, nor do I have any plans to.”

He sighed but didn’t seem wholly convinced. “Let me make it up to you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to.” He leant forward once more to kiss you, his hands coming to cup your jaw.

Behind you, Tae’s hand was travelling between your legs once more, rubbing his fingers across the fabric of your panties that were slowly becoming more wet and sticking to your skin. He hooked his fingers into the waistband and slowly slid them down your thighs until he let them fall freely. His fingers ghosted along your skin, sending goosebumps along the surface, before reaching back in between your legs. In front of you, Jungkook let one of his hands fall and pushed it between the both of you, putting his fingers on your clit once more. Moaning into his mouth, your body shuddered at the contact and the cool air against your skin. Tae slipped one finger inside of you and started to pump slowly while he kissed the available skin on the back of your neck. Jungkook tilted your head upwards to nip and bite along your jawline as his fingers drew circles on you. A strong breeze blew between the buildings and lifted your shirt slightly, giving you some mental clarity as the cold air touched your skin and you realized how exposed you were.

“We’re outside,” you gasped as Jungkook sucked down hard on your soft skin.

“So?” he said as laved his tongue over the sore spot. “It’s late. No one is going to see.”

Tae hummed in agreement as he added another finger and buried them knuckle deep.

“Yea, babe,” he whispered. “And if they do, they’ll just wish it were them.”

You couldn’t deny the excitement of being outside. Your room wasn’t far from the street, nor was it a safe jump, but anyone looking hard enough could see the three of you on the balcony if they tried. Tae’s breath was hot against your skin and it created an odd, humid mix with the cold Parisian air. His breathing quickened the more you were worked up under his touch, his cock pressing into your ass.

“Are you going to come all over our fingers out here?” Jungkook moaned into your neck. “I bet the whole city would love to hear your pretty mewls; more beautiful than any song they’ve ever heard.”

Your knees were becoming weak, but for some miraculous reason both Tae and Jungkook were keeping you upright.

“Or,” Jungkook seemed to be in thought as he lazily rubbed your clit, “Tae can fuck you out here.”

Your legs almost gave out at the suggestion. The back of Jungkook’s hand ghosted down the side of your cheek as he looked at you.

“Would you like that?” Tae asked.

“Yes,” you breathed.

Jungkook grabbed your right leg behind the knee and drew it up to his hip while his right hand came to the back of your head and pulled you in for a hard kiss. Behind you, Tae shed his boxers, spit in his hand before pumping his cock a couple of times and slowly slid inside of you. Your chest arched forward into Jungkook as Tae started to thrust slowly inside of you. Jungkook brought his forehead to yours, holding you tightly against him.

“You like being fucked out here, like this, where anyone can see you?” He was breathing heavily against you; his cock hard against your hip.

“Fuck, Jungkook.”

“Yea? You like being split open like this? Let the whole city hear it, ______.”

His hand left your head and he was rubbing your clit hard and fast before your mind could catch up. You clenched your jaw as you moaned, trying to stay quiet.

“Nuh, uh, baby. Let me hear you.” He let go of your leg in favor of grasping your jaw so you couldn’t close your mouth; your foot secure in one of the buttresses.

Tae held your hips firmly as he pumped harder into you. You heard small grunts and sighs fall from his lips as skin met skin and the sound flooded your ears. You started to cry out louder and louder, hiccups falling from your lips, punctuated by each snap of Tae’s hips.

“Let all of Paris hear you come.” Jungkook periodically placed kisses to your neck and your open mouth as you cried. “Cream all over Tae’s cock.”

Jungkook reached around the both of you and grabbed Tae’s ass, pulling him tighter against you.

“Fuck her harder,” Jungkook gasped.

You didn’t think Tae could, but he snapped his hips harder against yours. Somewhere far beyond your realm of thought, laughter sounded in the streets below of late night party goers and the honking of a few taxis, but you could care less because what you were feeling now canceled out all other thoughts and feelings. You came undone hard and fast; Jungkook clung to your upper body to keep you stable.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispered, holding you as you shivered in his arms.

Tae pulled out of you, grasped your ass cheeks and delivered a swift slap to one side.

“Look at you,” he cooed. “Letting me fuck you outside.”

You whimpered into Jungkook’s chest wanting more. You were not yet satisfied even though you already came.

“I want both of you.”

Tae was spinning you around and pushing you against Jungkook while he kissed you.

“Inside or outside?”

“Inside, but I don’t mind the windows staying open.”

Tae pulled you inside and looked at you thoughtfully. “So, you want both of us?”

You nodded and pulled at the hem of your shirt. Jungkook walked up beside you and started to place small kisses to your exposed shoulder. Tae laid on the bed, head towards the end and playfully patted his mouth.

“Come sit and Jungkook will prep you.”

Excitement flooded your veins and it seemed as all the blood in your body rushed to your clit. Your legs involuntarily rubbed together before you started making tentative steps towards Tae. Jungkook was close behind you, pulling at your shirt until you stopped and let him lift it over your head before he shed his own boxers. Crawling onto the bed, you did as you were told and straddled his face. He was gentler this time as he pulled your hips down, caressing the skin of your thighs as he nestled his mouth against you.

“Your cum tastes so good, baby.”

Your body flushed with his devotions to you. He licked, sucked, and moaned as if he were having a religious experience. You bent low, grabbed the base of his cock and spit on the head to mix with his precum. You pumped your hand slowly before placing your lips around his head. You tasted your release on his skin and you moaned as you thought back to him fucking you open outside on the balcony.

“Keep moaning like that around my cock and I’ll come down your throat,” he said between breaths.

You ground your cunt down harder on his face to quiet him and you felt his laugh all the way down his body.

Behind you, Jungkook was lubing up his fingers and pressed them against your ass. You moaned once more as he pressed one finger inside of you and slowly began to work it in and out.

Pulling off Tae, you turned your head slightly to the side to address Jungkook. “You know I can take more.”

“I was just being nice,” he said as he added two more fingers this time.

You sunk down on Tae until he slid well past your gag reflex and your throat clenched around his cock. His hips bucked up into your mouth and he moaned into your cunt. He would intermittently delve deep into your folds and come out to flick along your sensitive clit until he was back inside of you once more. He reached his hand around your thigh and brought his fingers to your dripping cunt, pushing two inside while his tongue laved over your clit.

“You know,” Tae started between licks, “if she can take more, you have that toy.”

Jungkook seemed almost enlightened as he gasped. “You’re right.”

He pulled his fingers from you as he stepped away to his suitcase. A few seconds later and he was back behind you, pressing the small dildo to your ass.

“You take this like it’s nothing,” Jungkook whispered.

“Both of your cocks are bigger,” you stated while still pumping Tae in your hand.

Meanwhile, Tae pulled away from you and let his head fall back off the edge of the bed. Looking up at Jungkook, whose gaze had fallen from the dildo he was currently pumping into your ass and down to Tae, he let his mouth fall open invitation. Jungkook wasted no time and let his cock slide easily into Tae’s awaiting mouth. His moans were deep as he bottomed out because, as it were, Tae had no gag reflex and that worked in Jungkook’s favor exponentially. Tae’s hand never left your cunt as his fingers curled upwards against your g-spot; the man was a master of multi-tasking. You worked your lips up the side of Tae’s cock as you reached your hand down and squeezed his balls gently. You heard Jungkook’s soft ‘fuck’ as Tae moaned and he began pumping the dildo into your ass faster.

“I need more,” you finally said as you came off Tae.

“Fuck, I thought you’d never ask.” Jungkook sounded almost relieved. You crawled upwards and Jungkook held onto the toy, letting it pull from you.

“Who do you want where?” Tae asked as Jungkook slid his cock from his mouth and he sat up to look at you. Oh, so you were calling the shots this evening.

You placed your fingers to your lips as if you needed to think long and hard on this. Jungkook’s eyes were wide, waiting for your answer. Tae looked nonchalant as he relaxed back on one elbow.

“I want Tae on bottom.”

“Oof, that’s gonna hurt,” Jungkook said with a squint.

“If I recall correctly, you took it pretty well a couple of weeks ago,” Tae said chancing a glance up at him.

Jungkook merely shrugged but had no counter argument to that. Tae positioned himself sitting up against the pillows while grabbing your waist.

“Lube,” he called out to Jungkook. The bottle landed neatly next to him and he place a copious amount on himself before grabbing you, your back to his chest, as you squatted above his cock. He lined himself up to you and helped guide you down slowly, knowing the stretch would take a little longer to adjust to even though Jungkook had done a good job of prepping. You moaned as he slowly slid inside, his girth being one of the reasons you liked him to bottom.

“God that feels so good,” you said as your ass met his thighs.

In front of you, Jungkook was kneeled watching Tae disappear into your ass and he moaned.

“You take cock so well in every hole baby. I don’t know what we did to deserve you.”

The boys were never short on praises when it came to you; they always made you feel as if you were a piece of art. Tae’s hands grasped your waist tightly, but for the time being, he was still inside of you. More laughter drifted into the windows and the temperature seemed to drop outside as it blew through the curtains. You couldn’t help but think how lucky you were; there were two gorgeous, kind men that thought the world of you pressing their bodies against you and whispering sweet nothings as they made love to you. Anyone else would kill to be in this position, yet here you were, about to experience something no one else has before.

Jungkook lined himself up with your cunt and pushed just as slowly.

“Mmm,” Tae moaned out, “I can feel you against my cock.”

Jungkook grasped the back of your knees and held your legs up and spread as he started to pump himself in and out faster. Tae planted his feet on the bed and found his rhythm alongside Jungkook. The three of you always seemed to be one body, it never took too long to find some sort of rhythm that worked, was fluid, and felt good. Tae pulled you closer to his chest and his hands reached around to knead and pull at your breasts. He sucked marks alongside the ones Jungkook had already made and your neck was soon a map of their presence. Jungkook’s mewling moans began escaping his mouth the more he got worked up because he loved to watch. Whether it was Tae’s cock disappearing into your ass, his hands on your breasts, the marks left behind by his teeth, or the way your eyes fluttered shut as you lost yourself in ecstasy, Jungkook loved all of it. He soon found himself falling deeper and deeper as his balls tightened.

“I’m going to come,” he breathed out as he snapped harder against you.

Reaching forward, you brought his mouth to yours and sucked his tongue into yours causing his moans to deepen.

“I want to feel your cum so deep inside of me, Jungkook,” you gasped.

“Yea? You like it when I fill your pretty cunt up with my cum?”

You groaned at the question and let your head fall back as he pressed down on your stomach to feel his cock inside of you.

“You feel that? I’m so fucking deep in there.” He pressed harder against you as he fucked you deeper and you soon felt the warm load of his cum emptying inside of you, but he didn’t stop as he continued to fuck you and you felt it slipping from you and down onto Tae’s dick who used the cum as added lube while he fucked you. Jungkook pulled out and immediately dropped to his elbows in front of you, pushing your thighs further apart, and ran his tongue over your leaking cunt. He moaned at the taste of his own cum on his tongue as he pushed it in further to clean up every little bit he could. He nudged his nose against your clit as he fucked you with his tongue. Tae’s cock was brushing along that spot deep inside you, along the skin separating from that one special spot close to your cervix and he knew how to expertly hit it at each thrust. You clenched down hard on his cock to feel that pulse stimulation deep from within and your orgasm hit with such a force that Jungkook wasn’t ready as you came into this mouth. He pulled away, wet from nose to chin, a mix of his and your cum.

“Fuck, baby, you came hard.” You were almost crying as he massaged your thighs; Tae’s thrusts became deeper and deeper. Jungkook reached to cup Tae’s balls in his hands and you felt his breath stutter against the back of your neck.

“Keep doing that,” he moaned. Jungkook brought his fingers to Tae’s taint and began to massage hard as he cupped his balls. Tae’s cry was rough and thick as he came inside of you, Jungkook’s massaging having put him over the edge.

“Stop, stop, stop,” Tae pleaded as he stilled inside of you. Jungkook pulled his hand away and he gave you a smug smirk when you finally looked at him.

“Fuck,” was all you could say as you collapsed back against Tae. He laughed softly as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Yea,” was all he could whisper in agreement.

“So,” Jungkook began as he ran a finger up your calf, “do I get to shower with you guys this time?”

“You aren’t getting punished,” Tae said as he carefully pulled you off him.

Jungkook came forward to press a soft kiss to your lips and then another one to Tae’s.

“I love you guys,” he said shyly.

You both returned the sentiment with a soft ‘I love you’ as you playfully poked his cheek.

“Let’s get cleaned up so I can get back to cuddling.” Tae was already moving from the bed and to the bathroom.

“You’ve got another thing coming if you think I’m letting you attach your overly hot body to my back again,” you called out to him as he walked away.

Both you and Jungkook couldn’t help but laugh at the sorrowful ‘why?!’ that came from the bathroom as you heard the shower being turned on.

Jungkook looked at you with a wink as he held out his hand. “Looks like we’ll have to compromise. We can keep the windows open and maybe turn the AC down.”

“Sounds like a plan Mr. Jeon.”

He quirked his eyebrow at you as he pulled you from the bed. “Call me Mr. Jeon one more time and I might have to take you on the balcony myself.”

#btssmutclub #bangtanarmynet #bts smut #bts au #bts scenarios #bts imagines #poly!bts #reader insert #jungkook smut #taehyung smut #idol!au #established relationship #bts #taehyung #jungkook #voracious #part 2 #update

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plucky-belmondo · 5 years ago

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Kirby for the ask meme

[ @kiromori ]

*inhales deeply*

B O I --

-What made me like them

LITERALLY EVERYTHING ABOUT KIRBY. His cheery attitude, cuteness, ability...everything!! On a more serious note, however, what made me love Kirby is the fact that, regardless of what he does, he’s always managed to cheer me up! To me, he’s like a lil’ spark of light, Kirby’s actually helped me in my darkest times. I mean look at him, how can anyone be sad when he’s being his usual self? [ Yeah, he’s my definite comfort character ;w; ]

I also like how he’s able to forgive some antagonists (case in point: Magolor and the Squeaks) and be friends with them! It proves that, despite any misdeed that comes to Pop Star, Kirby still has a good heart.

-My favorite thing(s) about them

The Copy Ability! I love how it’s become a wild card over time [ by this I’m referring to fan art that has Kirby copying characters outside of S/mash ], and the hats that come with them?? Cuteness overload right there!! My definite favorite hats are Sleep, Artist, and Mirror! [ for those wondering my favorite Copy Ability of all time is Parasol!!! ]

Every time he says “poyo”! It’s like music to my ears, y’know? If I’m sad but I hear a “poyo”, my mood’s instantly better~

Lastly but not least, I also love how he’s just a tiny Star Warrior, but his main threats are these cyclops abominations [ well, most of them anyway lol ]. Not only does it prove that you really shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, it proves that Kirby’s pretty much a god at this point. [ He’s beaten up said abominations, false gods, a scary jester, a four-headed dragon, etc... ]

-Nicknames we have for each other

I tend to refer to Kirby as “puffball homie” or “Kirbo”!

Kirby likes to call me, in his language, “popoyo” [ which translates to, “Pwucky”! ]

-A headcanon of our relationship/friendship

Kirby sometimes perches himself on my shoulder! In a few cases he’s also swiped my hat, lol.

Kirby and I are best friends for life so there’s nary a thing we don’t know about each other!

There’s a huge watermelon? Kirby splits it up and shares a slice with me!

-My favorite image of them

[ OPENS CAN OF KIRBY IMAGES ]

-Anything else!

fun facts about both Kirby korb and the series:

Kirby’s original name was Popopo and the series was called “Twinkle Popo”! His name was changed to “Kirby” because of a lawyer [ John Kirby ] saving Nintendo from a lawsuit.

At one point, Kirby’s color scheme wasn’t finalized yet. While Masahiro Sakurai wanted Kirby to be pink, Shigeru Miyamoto wanted him to be yellow. Nintendo settled on pink because they figured it’d be more appealing. The yellow Kirby ended up being a character named “Keeby”!

One of the older games, Kirby’s Dream Land 3, was rated E10 because the final boss had a bleeding eyeball. [ creepy right? ]

I also have this random HC that he’d get along with all my F/Os!! I think he and my C/ookie R/un F/Os would be great friends~!!

#bless your soul ;w;#Sweet Dreams #puffball BFF!!#self insert #self ship #as much as I love my romantic F/Os #Kirby will always be ultimate [ platonic ] F/O!

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1morefairytale · 5 years ago

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Seasonal Aesthetics

<><><> Spring <><><>

Frost melting, flowers blooming, butterflies, honey biscuits, bees buzzing, the trickling of a stream, cherry blossoms, gentle rain, wind in your hair, bunny rabbits, birds singing, dancing in the kitchen, waking up to sunshine peeking through the curtains, lavender tea, rose perfume, daisies, flower crowns, flowing white dresses, billowing sleeves, picnics, tree climbing, hiking, lemon cake, porch swings, lace trim, wind chimes.

<><><> Summer <><><>

Ocean waves, warm sand, sunburns, watermelons, flip flops, floppy hats, parasols, fancy handheld fans, sunglasses, fresh vegetables, working in the garden, scrapes and bruises, adventures with friends, ice cream, going swimming, cat naps, s'mores, starry nights, laughter, dragonflies, day dreams, friendship bracelets, whispered secrets, summer love, lightning bugs, rolling thunder.

<><><> Autumn <><><>

Crunchy leaves, wolves howling, bat wings, haunted castles, pumpkin pie, apple cider, spiderwebs, jack-o-lanterns, black cats, witchcraft, vampire bites, apple picking, sunflowers, scarecrows, hay rides, ghosts, graveyards, demon horns, bonfires, corn mazes, candy corn, making caramel apples, leather boots, oversized sweaters, wind whistling through tree branches, dusty book stacks, eerie light, dancing shadows, scattered bones, foggy mornings.

<><><> Winter <><><>

Snowstorms, icy walkways, icicles, soft scarves, mittens knitted with love, hot cocoa, snowmen, fur-lined boots, thick coats, evergreen trees, pine cones, cinnamon sticks, twinkling lights, auroras, snuggling up near the fireplace, lots of blankets, making snow angels, putting up colourful decorations, ice skating on a frozen lake, mulled wine, warm hearty meals, carolers singing, carefully wrapped gifts.

<><><>

Alt characters on: @luck-and-larceny and @matter-of-a-pinion Tagging:Everyone who wants to do this! And also @t-khalynn-random!

#So Saachi just likes everything #Every season is a Saachi season #Prompts #Answers #Seasonal Aesthetics

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daddyzanchez · 7 years ago

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Would you write something SFW with Doofus Rick? Like he and reader have a date at the beach and get ice cream or something? Anything really fluffy and cute :3 thank you if you do!

Oh shiit, it was me all along - here is a super late birthday fic, the very first time I have ever portrayed Doofus Rick. I really hope it lives up to your expectations, friend and HAPPY BIRTHDAY

1500 words - SFW - F/M (but can be gender neutral if you simply switch the word girlfriend with boyfriend) - cuddling, dating, romance, love, star gazing, fluff

Link to story on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15557631

Until I Found You

“Close your eyes!” Rick said with an excited grin, catching you peeping and with a frustrated groan, you forced yourself to do as he said. You weren’t keen on surprises and he knew that but despite knowing, he still told you that it would be completely worth it.

It felt like the two of you had been walking for hours and you figured it was the loss of sight that made five minutes seem like an hour or more. It wasn’t like you did not know where the two of you were, the sound of waves crashing against the coast and the sand under your feet gave it away. You loved the beach, so maybe your frustration was a little uncalled for.

Being difficult towards a Rick like J19-Zeta-7 was maybe also a little uncalled for. He was so perfect, so far from the others you had met and the connection had been instant. His kindness had been a total weak spot for you and here he was, planning a surprise for you out of the blue.

And while it was a surprise alone to find a Rick that was so far from all the others, he never ceased to amaze you; suddenly doing something that ripped the air from your lungs and left you speechless for several seconds… or was it minutes? The two of you had stopped walking and he allowed you to open your eyes. Whether it was seconds or minutes this time, you were not sure of but the look on his face suggested the latter.

The candles flickered in the slight breeze coming from the sea and you could do nothing but stay silent and blink a few times. It was not until he made a noise, clearing his throat, that you snapped out of it and went to immediately wrap your arms around him, “Rick, this is amazing. How long have you kept this from me?”

You heard him sigh in what seemed to be relief, squeezing you for a moment before pulling away, “A couple of w-weeks, I had to find the perfect night for this but the sky has been cloudy for d-days but look now.”

The sky was indeed beautiful, stars twinkling in the dark blue distance as there seemed to be not a cloud in sight. You realised that you had a blanket under your feet instead of warm sand, causing you to look down and smile, “You did all this for me, hm?”

He nodded and gestured for you to sit down, holding out his hand so you could get down onto the ground without any struggle. You ended up sitting amongst candles, pillows, a bucket of pretty flowers and a picnic-basket.

When he sat down, you immediately leaned over for a quick peck on his lips and he blushed as you practically showered him in sweet nothings, telling him how lovely this was and how perfect of an evening this would be.

“I-I didn’t know what you wanted, so I br-brought a few different things. Would you like a strawberry or maybe one of my famous ovenless brownies?” Rick started going through the basket as the two of you got comfortable, sitting cross-legged against soft pillows and with glasses between the two of you. The content was soon splayed out in the middle; grapes, watermelon, strawberries, brownies wrapped in foil, a bottle of white wine.

“You really prepared everything,” you spoke in amazement, finding that you couldn’t stop smiling, “I’d love a strawberry but only if you feed it to me.”

Rick replied with a chuckle, picking up a strawberry by its stem and you bit off the tip with a laugh, not quite used to being super romantic, though the whole atmosphere, especially the candlelights, made you want to be so. It was a nice surprise, you had agreed to yourself, still wondering what the occasion was but figuring that it would be a bad idea to pressure a Rick like J19-Zeta-7 for an answer, he would get upset and nervous.

You laid down after the two of you had finished eating a few strawberries and a brownie as well as finished a glass of the delicious wine, closing your eyes, still able to sense the flickering of lights on your eyelids, to listen to nature around you. The Citadel was quiet at this time of night though the sound of chatting Ricks could still be heard in the distance but not to the extent of where it disturbed the relaxing sounds of the waves.

“Come lay down with me, I want to cuddle,” you said, peeping at him with one eye and he carefully removed his lab coat before scooting close. The two of you changed positions, his head finding the pillow and your head finding his chest.

“D-did you l-like the surprise?” He asked and you figured he was nervous by the stutter becoming more frequent. The poor guy knew about your uneasiness towards surprises, so it was time to reassure him. Again.

“I promise you, this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me,” you propped yourself up on your elbows, chin resting on his chest, “There’s no need to worry, you planned this and you did an amazing job.”

Relief washed over his face as it had done earlier, “G-good.”

Comfortable silence fell over you and you decided to lie down on your back besides him, so the two of you could look at the stars. Pointing, you mentioned some of your favourites constellations as well as those you remembered from school; Cassiopeia, Andromeda, Big Dipper… And as you mentioned them, Rick named the stars in each of the constellations, pointed them out and you scooted closer to him.

“I did not know you were interested in constellations,” you said, following his finger as he pointed out Cassiopeia and trailed its W.

“R-Ricks travel through space on a daily basis,” he explained, “It would be a mistake not to know about the Universe and it-its content when you travel through it on a daily basis. Science isn’t just on Earth despite what humans think, we are not the centre of the Universe and we never will be significant for the r-rest of it.”

“Shut up, you old nihilist,” you said, turning into his side and inhaling the scent of his neck.

“The Universe is on my side,” he chuckled softly, “If anyone, the Universe is the biggest nihilist there i-is. It started at random, it doesn’t come with a rational instruction manual so there’s no purpose of it and a wish of reaching an end goal. S-s-so why would Earth be significant when we are merely a speck of dust compared to the rest of the Universe around us?”

“You’re bumming me out,” you said, turning away from him again to pick a strawberry from the basket. Sure, sometimes J19-Zeta-7 could go off in one of his very Rick-esque rants but this was not the time, the two of you were on a romantic date.

“I’m just saying that the Voyager 1 space probe took a p-picture 40.5 AU away, w-which is 3.7 billion miles, and the Earth looked like a dot,” he finished off in a mumble, watching you eat and going quiet, “Everyone is, in theory, insignificant.”

“And then you found me,” you joked as the silence became awkward, giggling sweetly as you received a soft expression. He said nothing for a moment before tightening his arm around you for a few seconds, squeezing you affectionately.

“And then I found you,” he repeated, poking at you to get you to sit up with him, “Sorry, I-I-I got a little carried away there.”

“I know you,” you turned into him again, running a hand over his chest, “Maybe just talk about stars next time, it’s tiny bit more romantic than the insignificance of human kind.”

Rick laughed softly, putting his hand on yours. You could feel how he was planning his words, waiting for what was about to come, “You know, I-I took you out here for a… reason. Do you want to make us official?”

There he was again, your sweet and affectionate Rick, the one you had chosen over all the other and he was asking you to be his girlfriend. It was impossible not to smile, even giggle in happiness, which caused him to show a little worry again, “Aw, babe, do you wanna be my boyfriend?”

Rick started fidget, blushing a deep shade of red as he looked away but you cupped his face and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, “Are you, Rick?”

“Maybe,” he finally looked at you with a slight twinkle in his eyes, shade of red fading as he saw you were messing around, “Are you saying yes?”

“Only if you say it,” you continued to tease, crawling to straddle his lap, “Pretty please?”

“S-say what?”

“Say that you want to be my boyfriend,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and shoulders.

Rick swallowed before pressing your noses together, “I want to be your boyfriend.”

You leaned closer to kiss him properly, sweet but passionately as you whispered soft yesses until the two of you forgot time and space, things that rarely left Rick’s mind but right now you were his and he was yours.

#doofus rick #rick j19zeta7 #rick sanchez #rick sanchez fanfiction #rick sanchez x reader #rick and morty #Adult Swim #my writing #my posts

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honey-beaut · 6 years ago

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tagged by these two lovelies @prksjmiin & @corycries { love you bothhh tan mucho {so much ‪♡‬ } }

a // age: Almost 19 in two months let's GOOOOOO

b // birthplace: Somewhere in Washington

c // current time: 03:00am oof

d // drink you had last: Water, gotta stay hydrated ™

e // easiest person to talk to: all of youuu that I communicate with, love ya'll ‪♡‬‪♡‬

f // favorite songs: YES OKAY LET'S SEE:

x Clint Mansell, The Night Café

x COOGIE, Wifey

x VILLIAN, 핸콕 Handcock

x Sickick, addicted

x Karol G & Anuel AA, Cupables

x Agnes Obel, Chord Left

g // grossest memory: Okay sooo, I was really young, riding down a hill on a Razor scooter and then I fell at the bottom and started bleeding and crying alot, got a bandage on it after so yeah :o

h // horror yes or horror no: Hmm kinda but no, some horror movies I can handle but it's rare for me to watch them if it's too scary for me. Someone send Namjoon my way for protection and all the cuddles, por favor ~

i // in love: With reading literature books and classical music.

j // jealous of people: No, para que?

k // kids of your own someday: I like kids at times but I'd maybe want to have some in the late future, maybe.

l // love at first sight or should i walk by again: Well you never really know until you try, there could be sparks to develop over time.

m // middle name: namu!!

n // number of siblings: one.

o // one wish: to have more libraries and more bookstores, there aren't enough.

p // person you last called: my mom

q // question you’re always asked: "How are you so cold? It's warm in here.", "{ Since some can't pronounce my name right, } Can you spell that out please? ", "What are you up to?", "What's up?"

r // random fact about you: That my favorite season is autumn, the crunch of the leaves are making it's way down towards the pathway of where one is going falls effortlessly, like being free from all negativity, to a shimmering twinkle of light in the night sky. Glistening, radiating, and speaking with a different form of words into an epitome of elegance. Making it's way down as the sun shined on it, from all the colors in that one leaf coming together as one.

s // song you last sang: Karol G, Pineapple.

t // time you woke up: 9 something, need my beauty sleep for sure.

u // underwear colour: no, you thought lololol

v // vacation destination: France, definitely! I always wanted to go there and hopefully I can travel there later in the future.

w // worst habit: I don't know if I have one...?

x // x-rays: Haven't gotten any yet.

y // your favorite food: Hot Wings, tostadas, flan, tamales, fruit especially cantaloupe, watermelon, melon, and strawberries. Carné asada, fajitas, and lamb.

z // zodiac sign: Pisces aye

I tag: @baku5ds @insfireskookie @an-ambivalent @sleepyyyoongs

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artificialqueens · 8 years ago

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Undisclosed Desires (chapter three) (Pearlet) - Blue Seydoux

AN: Hello, lovely people! This chapter wasn’t written as I had planned it initially, but hopefully it isn’t a disappointment. The next chapter will be the last one. Leave me comments telling me your thoughts about it. Hope you enjoy it x

Waking up the next day with Violet cuddled up in his arms, Matt was on cloud nine. He had missed these simple moments he cherished every time they traveled together. Violet opened her eyes and they stayed in each other’s arms whispering sweet nothings. They got up later on and got dressed quickly, Violet prepared breakfast and then woke up her son. Matt helped her with clothing and feeding him. Matt and Violet went their separate ways with Violet rushing to drop her son at daycare before going to work and Matt returning to his own house to change his clothes he wore the day before.

Matt had a different idea of what these coming days would consist of; he had imagined he would be able to stay with Violet until her husband returned but she was pretty adamant on not risking it. Violet did decide on her own, however, to stay longer at work after everyone else has left.

The beautiful brunette was straddling Matt’s thigh and riding it, fully clothed, with her skirt hiked up, while her lover was sitting in his armchair, with the zipper of his pants undone and his fully erect dick out. They were kissing messily while Violet was stroking his member, they were both moaning into each other’s mouth. Matt kept on whispering I love you while kissing her. After a while, while still dry humping him, Violet took Matt’s hand and started sucking on one of his fingers while staring at him.

-Stop teasing meee, Matt whispered into her ear.

Violet looked at him with a twinkle in her eyes, slid off his leg and got down on her knees in front of him. She took his dick in her hands and gave it a small kiss on its tip. Then slowly, she rolled her tongue over his undershaft, the tip again, before wrapping her lips around his dick. Violet slid her mouth down, taking his entire length in and started sucking him off.

-Babe. Oh god. God, Violet.

Matt was running his hands through Violet’s hair while eliciting the most delicious moans until Violet worked him up so much, sucking him harder, he started gripping the armrest and bucking his hips.

-Fuuuuuck. Baby, I don’t want to cum now.

Matt lifted Violet up and laid her on his desk. He took off her skirt and tugged on the thong with his mouth, giving the already wet cloth a few licks before burying his face between her thighs.

-I want to camp in here.

-You’re an idiot, Violet laughed.

-But I’m your idiot, Matt smiled.

Matt slid off her thong and placed her legs over his shoulders before positioning his dick at her entrance.

-What are you doing? Aren’t you gonna wear a condom?

-Baby, I really want to feel you for once, really feel you. I’ll pull out, I swear.

-You’re kidding, right?! Where’s your condom?

-Uuum..I don’t think I have one on me.

-This isn’t happening in that case!

Violet removed her legs and wanted to get up but Matt placed his hand on her shoulder and steadied her on the table.

-Wait, wait, wait..I might have one. Let me see.

Matt went through the pockets of his pants and fished a rubber out of it, slid it over his cock and placed Violet’s legs over his shoulders again.

-So, you do have one, Violet said, raising one eyebrow, eying him suspiciously.

Matt kept quiet, preferring not to reveal the reason he didn’t want to be safe with her.

-Whatever, Matty.

Matt smiled at Violet, kissed her inner thigh, and pushed himself inside of her. He started slowly pumping in and out of her while kissing her neck occasionally before quickening his pace gradually. Matt and Violet were both groaning in pleasure, breathing heavily.

-Harder, Matt! Fuck me harder!

-Harder?

-Yeah..yees..yeeesss.

Matt started pounding into Violet the hardest he could, hoping to God it would be hard enough to break the rubber and give her a reason to leave her husband for him. He wasn’t that lucky.

Saturday came and Matt woke up with one idea set on his mind: He wanted Violet to be his. Fully his. He was done sharing her with Max. He called her up in the morning and invited her over for dinner at his place, telling her to leave Joshua with a babysitter that evening. Matt was kind of ashamed of how he was planning on approaching the subject the day before and chose this time to confide in his lover with his wishes.

Come nighttime, Violet knocked on Matt’s door and waited for him to open for her. She was kind of excited to be there, it would be the first time she visits him at home. He had said over the phone that he’s going to cook for her and she didn’t know what to expect..during their travels, they always dined and had lunch in restaurants or at the hotel. She agreed to come over since Max is only two days away from the end of his vacation, and she wasn’t planning on having Matt back over her house so soon if anyone had seen them the other day.

The lock turned and Matt was face to face with Violet. She smiled at him while he gawked at her. She had worn a tea length, strapless, black dress with an embroidered floral motif on the velvet cloth on the front. It was tight too, helping to accentuate her hourglass figure. Her hair was styled in a messy updo and she’d worn gold earrings, bracelets, and watch and black stilettos.

-Pumpkin…, Matt swallowed hard.

-Yes?

Matt grabbed her hand and quickly got her inside the house, closing the door behind them and pinned her against it. He held Violet’s face with one hand and kissed her passionately, making her toes curl. She wrapped her arms around his neck, playing with his hair.

-You’re delicious, Matt said softly and gave her neck a kiss before leading her into a small room.

Violet gasped at the décor. Matt had transformed his study room into a romantic oasis for them. The room was filled with endless bouquets of violets and orchids on the furniture and on the floor and candles were placed everywhere as the only other source of light with the glow from the fireplace. Across the fireplace, pillows of different sizes were scattered on the carpet, surrounding a low coffee table which had two candles and silverware on it. Chet Baker was playing softly in the background. The brown leather sofa, curtains, and vintage figurines in the room added to the warmth and coziness of the setting.

-Matt, I have no words for this. I just can’t believe you did that…..oh, look! It’s us!

Violet had spotted on the desk and library framed pictures of them together. They were taken during their travels and all of them were in Matt’s possession, Violet couldn’t keep any. She picked up each photo one by one, smiling at the memories. There were photographs of them lying on the grass in front of the Tower of Eiffel in each other’s arms, eating watermelon and making goofy faces in Sri Lanka, them sharing a kiss at the LGBT pride in Amsterdam, Violet with flowers covering her beautiful mane at a flower festival in Japan, Violet and Matt laughing while holding a wombat at a wildlife park in Australia, among others.

-I wish I can keep a copy of these, Violet said in a low, sad voice.

Matt squeezed her hand and ushered her over to the fireplace where she sat on the pillows. Her smile soon returned to her face when Matt brought in the food he had prepared.

-Prepare to be judged harshly, mister! Violet exclaimed.

Matt’s menu consisted of a creamy mushroom soup, potatoes cooked with different herbs and spices with sour cream on the side, grilled salmon with a mango and avocado salsa and coconut rice, and for dessert a panna cotta with berry coulis. Violet ate a small quantity of each dish and cursed herself for wearing such a tight dress.

-I’m impressed..that’s quite the upgrade from the grilled cheese sandwich you brag you can make at work!

-Well, thank god, Matt laughed. It’s going to be easy to lure you into coming here from now on.

-Not a chance!

With their plates and bowls empty, the table was placed at the end of the room and Matt sat on the pillows again with Violet on his lap. He took Violet’s hand in his and squeezed it gently.

-Violet.

-Matt.

-I need to ask you something.

-I knew you were buttering me up for something! I knew it!

Matt smiled.

-Violet, I’m crazy about you. But we can’t carry on like this.

-What do you mean..?

-I love you. You’ve made me..the happiest man alive. I wake up thinking about you, I go to bed thinking about you. And in between, I’m consumed by dreams about you, about us. When I wake up..I want You to be snuggled up by my side, and when I go to bed..I want to see You here, next to me. Violet, I want you to be my wife.

Violet stared at Matt and kept quiet.

-This isn’t official though, he laughed lightly. When I’m going to ask you again, I’ll have a ring, and it’ll be way more romantic than this.

-But I’m already married.., whispered Violet and looked down at her hands.

-Yes, that’s where I’m getting at. I need you to leave your husband.

Matt lifted Violet’s face up with his hand under her chin.

-Sweetheart, I love you. And the thought of you returning back to him..every day..I just can’t deal with that anymore. We can’t live a half-life like this. You can’t tell me you’re happy like that.

-What about Joshua?

-What about him? Pumpkin, I’ll take care of him as if he’s my own. I love you both. You don’t have to worry about that.

-This isn’t going to be easy, Matt. Are you sure about this?

-Violet, I’ve never been surer about anything else in my life. I want you. I want to start a family with you. Just imagine the little munchkins we’d have running around the house, Matt said softly with a smile while stroking her cheek with his thumb.

-Oh, Matty..they’d be the cutest.

Violet kept quiet for a while, pondering about a life with Matt.

-This isn’t going to be easy, Matt. At all. Just give me time. I really don’t know how to break it off with Max. And doing this to him is going to be as hurtful for me too. Oh god, I don’t know, Matty. The thought of breaking his heart. And he’s been the sweetest to me. He doesn’t deserve that.

Matt took both of Violet’s hands and kissed them.

-Pumpkin, I know I’m asking a lot of you. I know that. But, I want to know you’re serious about this. That there’s a future to what we have. Or else, what’s the point? You’re either going to break his heart or mine. So, choose.

-I want You, Matt.

-Then, promise me you’ll start working on us.

-I promise. Just give me time, okay?

Matt kissed her softly and held her in his arms. They cuddled until it was time for Violet to go home. All the while they were listening to Chet Baker, and Violet couldn’t help but think how fitting his voice was. How singing about love could be so bittersweet like that with an air of impending doom.

On Sunday, Matt and Violet decided to spend their last free day at a deserted beach in a nearby town that was an hour long away from theirs. They went in two separate cars though and Violet brought with her Joshua and Matt had Honey with him. It was quite liberating for the both of them to be outside, in the sun, and act like a normal family. No one was on that stretch of the beach except for a couple of old fishermen. They swam, built sandcastles and played with the dog. They even took a boat ride with the fishermen to the delight of Joshua who kept on giggling the whole time, enjoying the feel of the breeze on his face and squealing if the boat rocked a bit harder against the waves. Matt kept on referring to Violet as his wife, and she blushed every time he did so.

At the end of the day, they packed their bags and threw them in the cars’ trunks. Matt put Honey in his car and closed the door, while Violet was securing Joshua in his baby seat in the back of her car. As soon as she shut the door, Matt wrapped his arms around her.

-I’m going to miss you, Mrs. Lent.

-You’re seeing me tomorrow, Matthew, Violet said while shaking her head and laughing.

-It’s Mr. Lent.

-Alright, Mr. Lent. You know I did not even take my husband’s name. I’m still a Chachki.

-Oh, I know you’re proud like that.

Matt pressed his body against hers and gave her a long passionate kiss.

-I think I’m quite up for this challenge, turning you into a Lent, he whispered.

Violet closed her eyes and pretended to agree before getting inside her car and telling him:

-Violet Lent sounds horrible though.

Violet drove off while Matt laughed, watching her go.

—

Max returned home Monday morning to find Violet and Joshua both tanned. He checked his son’s room first and found him still asleep so he closed the door quietly and went to the master bedroom to find Violet still in bed too. Max sat on the bed next to his wife and kissed her exposed shoulder softly.

-Vi, wake up, sweetheart. You have to go to work.

-Max! You’re back!

Max kissed Violet passionately and looked at her.

-I’ve missed you, darling. You could have at least left me a text or called me while I was away.

-Sorryyy, Violet said and pouted her lips.

-So. You went to the beach.

-Uh huh. I took Joshua with me. We had a really good time. We went on a boat ride too with these two fishermen..you should have seen the look on his face, how happy he was!

-That’s great to hear, Max smiled.

Max took off his clothes and sat down on the bed next to Violet, he quickly lifted her up, placed her on top of him and took off her nightie. He started touching her tanned body all over then placed his hands on her waist while she started rolling her hips. Having spent all these days with Matt, Violet felt a rush of guilt and felt like making it up to Max, even with him not knowing what she’s been doing. And despite her not being in love with Max, she did love him. In her own way. He had been her best friend for so long.

-You look so sexy tanned like that, Max whispered.

Violet finally stopped rolling her hips and placed his dick inside of her. They both moaned in pleasure as she started bouncing on top of him. After a while, Max came and Violet kissed him when he did. She went to the bathroom to finish herself off with thoughts of her and Matt.

—

When Violet’s shift at work had ended, Matt called for her to come to his office.

-Soooo, did you tell him?

-Matt, he just got back home.

-And? His bags are already packed. Let him leaaave.

-You sound like a brat, Mr. Lent, Violet smiled.

Matt came close to Violet and placed his hands on her waist.

-Come on, let’s have a quickie before you go home.

-I can’t. I had sex with Max in the morning.

-Why would you tell me that?????!!!!! Why are you two even fucking?!

-Matty, he’s my husband. I can’t always tell him that I’m not in the mood. We barely fuck. He’ll get suspicious.

Matt stepped back and started pacing around the room, running his fingers through his blond hair.

-That’s the point! I don’t even want him to be suspicious. I want him to know! You should be working on breaking it off with him, not fucking him! Jesus.

Matt stopped in his tracks and went back in front of Violet. He grabbed her face and kissed her roughly.

-Mine.

-Soon, I promise you, Matt.

—

The next few days, Violet spent them as a nervous wreck. Every time she tried to open the subject with Max, he would look at her with his gentle eyes and she’d change the subject. The last thing she wanted was to be stuck in a life with him, pretending to be satisfied with everything, pretending to be in love with him. Every time she’d take deep breaths and imagine her future life with Matt, she could just see the tiny babies they’d have with deep blue eyes the same as Matt’s, and she’d imagine them both growing old together throughout the years with the same love and passion they have for each other right now. But then, she’d face Max and her confidence would fade.

—

Matt was getting out of the bank when he spotted Max and Violet sitting at a café across the building. He was paralyzed and couldn’t stop watching them. They must be there waiting to get Joshua from daycare since the place is near, he thought. He stayed in the shadows, checking their every move. They were sitting across from each other and they were both smiling and laughing and chatting away. Matt thought that Violet’s description of their relationship was pretty accurate. He had asked her once about her relationship with her husband and it made sense with their body language. Violet did look like she was enjoying Max’s company, it wasn’t a fake smile or a fake laugh. She didn’t look annoyed or wanted to be somewhere else. But they did seem more like friends than lovers or a couple. There was none of that playfulness Violet has when she was with Matt. When Matt and Violet were out of the country, they couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. They were always teasing each other in public, touching in some way or another. Violet wasn’t running her hand along Max’s arm like she did mindlessly when she’s with Matt, she wasn’t playing with Max’s hair while talking, she wasn’t holding Max’s hand and squeezing it gently.

The couple stood up and went inside a nearby building. After a few minutes, they got out with Max holding a sleepy Joshua who just lost his shoe. Violet picked it up and put it back on his tiny feet and the trio walked away to their car as Matt felt a pang of jealousy. Despite knowing with whom Violet’s heart belonged to, he was searing with anger, sadness, and jealousy of what he thought he was being robbed of. He wanted Violet. He wanted to go and have a cup of coffee with her in public in their own country without being afraid of someone seeing them. He wanted to go and pick up their children from daycare. All these simple daily life activities, he wanted that. He’d been patient with her for a couple of weeks now, not asking her if she broke the news to her husband. He didn’t know how long he could stay that patient though.

—

Violet was shaking in her bedroom. She went to vomit in the bathroom, washed her mouth, brushed her teeth and came back to sit on her bed. She didn’t want that. She never wanted that to happen. If there was a chance before she could’ve broken it off with Max, she now couldn’t with what she’s discovered. She held back her tears and prayed that there’s a solution out of this.

—

Matt noticed a change in Violet’s behavior throughout the next couple of weeks. She seemed to avoid talking with him for long and went back to her office quickly, and the few times they hooked up in his office after work, she would either look like she has something on her mind the whole time, or she would tear up a bit when they were done. He’d ask her what’s wrong but she’d brush it off as being sensitive these days. Matt thought that Violet must be close to breaking up with her husband so he would just hug her and give her words of reassurance.

—

After a month, Matt grew impatient with how static their relationship was. He’d have hoped that Violet would have told Max everything by now and moved in with him. But it seems that this wasn’t happening anytime soon so he told her to stay longer after work to talk.

Violet was shaking uncontrollably before going to Matt’s office. She had to tell him. She had to. She couldn’t keep it hidden anymore. She just hoped that Matt would be understanding. She knocked on the door and went inside his office.

-Heeey, sweetheart.

Matt greeted her and kissed her softly.

-You look lovely, pumpkin. So. Do I book us a honeymoon suite in Italy or what?

Despite how serious the subject is, Matt still wanted to lighten the mood up.

-Maybe next year…, Violet said in a low voice.

-Next year? Why next year? Why not this year?

Violet kept quiet.

-Violet, did you tell your husband? Something? Anything?…just anything that might hint at it would be a good start.

-No.

-No?

-No.

Violet kept quiet for a while then looked up at him with sad eyes.

-Matt, I’m pregnant. I’m pregnant with Max’s baby.

Matt stared back at Violet as he turned white. He was hoping to god it was a joke. That all of this was not true. But Violet started talking with a shaky voice.

-I’m pregnant and I-

-You’ve been playing me.

-What?

-You’ve been playing me! All this time! You never had any intentions to leave him! You were just bored with your life and needed a thrill! You knew I have feelings for you and took advantage of that!

Matt started shouting hysterically at Violet, he couldn’t take in that his dreams would be crushed like that so suddenly.

-What? Matt, I-

-YOU DON’T LOVE ANYONE! YOU DON’T LOVE ME OR YOUR HUSBAND! YOU JUST PLAYED ME LIKE YOU’VE BEEN PLAYING HIM ALL THIS TIME!

Violet started sobbing as she spoke, talking quickly before Matt could interrupt her.

-Matt, please stop saying such things. You know how I feel about you. I never intended for this to happen. I swear. I never wanted this baby. It’s been a shock for me too.

-OH REALLY? YOU NEVER HAD ANY TROUBLE TELLING ME TO WEAR A RUBBER. YOU COULD’VE EASILY TOLD YOUR HUSBAND THE SAME TOO.

-Matt, please, please, believe me-

-Violet, get out.

-What?

-GET OUT. I DON’T WANT TO SEE YOU RIGHT NOW.

-No, I’m staying here till you calm down. Please, Matty-

Matt grabbed Violet’s wrist, got her out of his office and locked the door. Violet stayed on the other side, banging with her hands at the door and sobbing her heart out, yelling at him to open up for her.

-MATT, PLEASE OPEN UP. PLEASE. PLEASE, I BEG YOU. I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITHOUT YOU. YOU’RE JUST MAD AND NOT SEEING RIGHT. PLEASE, SWEETHEART, BELIEVE ME. I’VE NEVER MISLEAD YOU. MATT, PLEAAAASE.

Matt was torn up inside his office. But his anger was the getting the better of him. He didn’t want to believe reason. He opened the door abruptly and grabbed Violet’s hand, dragging her outside of the workplace. When they reached the entrance door, he released her hand.

-Violet, you’re fired. I don’t want to see you ever again. I swear to god if you come back tomorrow, I’m telling your husband everything.

Matt slammed the door shut. Violet stayed outside screaming and crying but after half an hour of that, with no energy left in her, she dragged herself back home. She was thankful that everyone was asleep at her house so no one could see her cry. Violet bawled her eyes out in the bathroom, wanting out of this nightmare, but kept on repeating to herself that tomorrow is another day, and hopefully, Matt would calm down by then.

When Matt saw Violet leave, he went outside and drove his car maniacally back to his house. He went to the study room and started drinking. After he was done downing half a bottle of whiskey, he turned around and noticed the framed photo of Violet and himself kissing. He took it in his hand and looked at it.

-VIOLET CHACHKI, YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A WHORE.

Matt threw the photo across the room and the glass smashed as it landed on the floor. He started grabbing their framed photographs one by one and throwing them across the room, growing crazier by the minute, hearing the glass crack. He ran over the nearest one on the floor, picked it up, and wanted to tear it apart into a million pieces and throw it in the fire but he couldn’t. He froze on the floor looking at the picture with Violet in Japan, the one where they decorated her hair with flowers, where he thought she looked so ethereal in her white gown and white and pink surroundings. Matt broke down finally and started sobbing and wailing, looking at the picture and hugging it to his chest.

-Violet, I love you. Why did you have to ruin things for us?

Matt kept on crying hysterically in the middle of the mess he created. After what seemed like forever, he fell asleep on the floor, surrounded by the memories he’ll never have the chance to live again.

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