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howaboutcastiel · 2 years ago

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Just a Bit Closer (Jake Lockley x F!Reader)

[18+] EXPLICIT CONTENT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT [18+]

Trigger warning: mentions of kidnapping, death, dark themes compliant with Moon Knight canon.

Request: I was wondering if you could maybe do something with Papi Jake? Soft (only for his princess) Where the reader is craving some on-one time with him. No distractions or anything just him and his snuggles… him singing to and holding her- maybe even a little cockwarming (🙈) because she wants to be super duper close and warm?!

Word Count: too damn long (7.3k words)

Content: Smut. Also fluff. There’s also a leeeetle (lot of) angst, so sorry. PIV (unprotected), + cockwarming with minimal dom/sub tones. Seriously, minors gtfo of here.

Three weeks.

Your boys had been gone for three weeks. Some mission in Manila that Khonshu had sent them on, more than likely a wild goose chase. You missed them. Save for a few cryptic texts from Steven assuring you that they were safe, you’d had no contact with them since they left. It was a suspiciously long time for your boys to be gone; you hoped that nothing had gone wrong.

It was just before sun-up when you heard the familiar scrape of the key opening your front door. You’d fallen asleep on the couch, book-in-hand, and several lamps still on through the apartment. After the first couple of days, you’d been finding it harder and harder to fall asleep at night in your empty, cold bed. You’d gone through a half dozen of Steven’s books, desperate to distract yourself from wondering what dangers your beloved men must be dealing with.

You were at the door before he even managed to undo all the locks, relief coursing through you and gifting you with enough adrenaline to lift a small horse. You jumped into his arms the very second the door swung open, not even stopping to look for a sign of who was fronting in the body.

“Thank God you’re okay,” You moaned gratefully into his ear, your arms holding him tight enough to steal his breath. He let out a low chuckle, stumbling forward into your weight. He seamlessly shut the door behind him, reciprocating your embrace.

“Por supuesto que estamos bien, cariño,” Jake murmured into your hair. Of course we’re okay. This brought you a bit of confusion. Not often was Jake at the front after a long, dangerous mission. He typically dipped out for a while, having spent all his energy on the battle at hand. Perhaps this was a sign that the mission had gone better than anticipated. “You know you’re squeezing the life out of me, right?”

“Sorry.” You pulled away from him, taking time now to study the condition he was in. The body seemed fine as always, though it likely had taken several beatings along the journey. Khonshu’s armor erased all signs of that, though. Jake stood before you as healthy as ever, save for his obvious exhaustion. You wondered when he’d eaten last; his hands shook slightly against your skin. “Can I cook something for you?”

“No thanks, babe,” He took your hand in his as he headed toward the kitchen. He dug for a moment in the cabinet above the stove until he found a box of old, probably stale Pop-Tarts. “I’m just gonna grab a bite and head for bed.”

“You mind telling me about your trip? I’ve been worried sick, you know.”

“There’s not that much to tell. We went, we did our job, we left. Pretty uneventful if you ask me. Didn’t even have to get my hands dirty.” He swallowed half of a tart in a single bite. It seemed to be the first food he’d eaten in a while, judging by the way he ignored the obviously out-of-date crumbling of the frosting. He flopped onto the couch dramatically, throwing his head back with a sigh. “I actually found it pretty boring.”

“Is that why you’re the one in front? You’re so bored that you need to stick around for a while?”

“I’m champing at the bit, hermosa.” He held his arms out as you sat down beside him, pressing your weight into his chest. You were both so damn tired, but neither of you would dare go to sleep without savoring your reunion for a bit first. “The other two said that I’m driving ‘em crazy. They’re way back in the headspace somewhere. They got more than enough out of the trip. I guess boring detective work is more fulfilling for them. They’re probably gone for a few days.”

“A few days? Not even gonna pop out to say hi to me?” You relaxed your stance as you melted into his grasp, one of his arms wrapped around you while the other hand held his sugary snack. It wasn’t often that missions ended up this way; they were usually Jake’s opportunity to expel his energy, often violently.

“Sorry, baby. I don’t know what to tell you.” He popped the last bite into his mouth, groaning dramatically as he wrapped his other arm around you. Jake savored your weight on his chest. You were like his own personal weighted blanket, offering a feeling of protection and much-needed warmth.

“S’okay. I have you to keep me company. I’m off work today, just so you know.” He raised his eyebrow at that last bit as you turned your head to look at him. There was so much tension in his body, you could feel him struggling to make himself relax. “Anything fun you want to do?”

“As tempting as that sounds, I’m fucking tired right now.” Jake let out an exasperated laugh. His face was painted with a look of slight concern. “You’ll still be here when I wake up?”

“I’m not going anywhere, Papi.”

~~~

It was nearly noon when you stirred awake again. Still lying on top of Jake, you awoke to a slight aching in your back. You tried not to disturb him as you gently lifted your weight but, despite your best efforts, he began to stir underneath you.

“Something wrong?” He mumbled as you got to your feet, eyes still closed and hands lazily sliding off you.

“No, baby. Go back to sleep.” You whispered. Sunlight illuminated the room far brighter than you were expecting. You cut off the lamp closest to you, trying to preserve Jake’s slumber. As you headed toward the bathroom, your mind began to wander, planning for the day ahead.

Jake hadn’t been around in a while. Of course, he’d been gone for three weeks, but it was more than that. You hadn’t gotten any one-on-one moments with him in a long time. There was always something in the way, whether that be work, family, missions, whatever. Jake just hadn’t been able to spend much time with you. You longed for him—a truth you wouldn’t dare admit to the others. You always accepted whoever decided to front and when. Marc and Steven meant just as much to you and you’d never imply anything different. You just had seen so much more of them than you had of Jake over the last few months.

This was your chance to spend time with him. He provided such a different kind of companionship than you were used to having. Jake Lockley was unhinged, erratic and downright batshit crazy. He was annoyed by the simple things, averse to the mundane and forever chasing the highs brought by violence, partying, and chaos. He was dangerous, unpredictable, and wildly intimidating.

Except with you, that is.

Jake was always gentle for his princess. He showed you a softness the rest of the world would never have the privilege to experience. When Jake was with you, he held the universe in his hands. There was no need for guarding, no anger, no shame, and no fear. There was just you, the love of his life, ready to accept him at his most vulnerable and indulge his most intimate desires. Today was the perfect opportunity for that.

You quickly brushed your teeth before returning to the sitting room where you found the couch to be empty. A low humming echoed from the kitchen, the familiar sound of Jake’s favorite hymn ringing in your ears. He was rummaging through the fridge, trying to find some food that would provide him more nutrition than just pure sugar. You were ashamed of the fact that there was nothing much there for him to choose from; you had been too stressed to eat much while they were away. You hadn’t gone shopping in weeks.

“We’ll have to order out, dulzura.” You came up behind him to wrap your arms around his waist. He leaned into your touch. “I can get a pizza delivered.”

“Hmm, that sounds great,” He cooed. “I don’t really want to leave the apartment today.”

“I was just thinking the same thing.”

The rest of the morning went on fairly quietly. Jake hopped into the shower while you ordered a large pizza and breadsticks, plus a cookie-pie dessert you knew you’d both eat too much of. You wanted as few distractions as possible today. Just you and your Jake, some quality time away from the world. He would be happy to indulge your wishes.

“How long ‘till the food’s here?” Jake emerged from your room in only his towel. His hair was sopping wet, droplets falling from the slick black curls. His body was toned, abs protruding as he was likely dehydrated from the work of his mission. You ran the pads of your fingers along his belly, not attempting to hide the way you ogled at his brass-colored skin. A smug smile grew across his face.

“A few minutes. You’ve got time to get dressed.” He trailed his hand up along your arm, planting a ginger kiss on your lips. “Though I’d prefer if you didn’t.”

“I’ll put on boxers at least.” Jake shook his head as he turned back toward the bedroom, sprinkling your face and neck with tiny drops of water from his hair. You scoffed at the cool feeling on your skin, drawing a quite giggle from him as he walked away. “We have any beers cold?”

“Why? Are we day drinking?” You heard the doorbell ring, queueing your stomach to growl as you headed for the door.

“Of course we are. I just came back from a near-death experience, didn’t I?”

“When isn’t that true?” You whispered under your breath as you opened the door for the delivery boy. He was barely old enough to drive, judging by his looks, and he gave you an awkward smile as you traded the cash in your hand for the couple of boxes in his. “Keep the change, kid.”

“Thanks.” You breathed in the scent of the dough as you re-clicked the lock in its place. You hadn’t realized just how hungry you were, the smell of the hand-tossed pizza making you ravenous for the food. Grabbing two plates from the cupboard, you stopped at the fridge to retrieve two beers from the bottom shelf. Jake shuffled into the room as you reached the table, dressed only in a pair of charcoal-gray boxers as promised. He snagged a beer in one hand before heading for the couch, using the other to precariously balance the stack of boxes.

“I’ve really missed you, you know.” All you wanted now was to snuggle up with him, eat your food, and watch a low-quality movie. Jake was a sucker for rom-coms, though he would never admit that under any amount of duress. You clicked through the channels as he stuffed his face with bread and cheese, landing on a showing of The Princess Bride. This would be perfect for him; he’d already seen it anyway, so all the more chance that you’d get to pay attention to him.

“I’ve missed you too, mi vida. So much.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, careful not to restrain your movements as you bit a large chunk out of the slice in your hand. It was delicious food, but you couldn’t be bothered to notice, much more enamored with the man holding onto you. Instinctively, you moved further into his grasp.

“You’re so soft, papi.” You couldn’t get close enough to him. All you wanted was for him to hold onto you, but even now with his undivided attention, you craved more of his touch. Endlessly more.

“¡tonterías! I’m a big, strong man. I’m a warrior.” You heard the grin in his voice, though your face was pressed into his neck. You wanted to grab his shirt by fistfuls; there was still so much space between the two of you.

“Mmm. Sure you are.” There was a longing in your words, evident in the delirium of your movements against your lover. You had scarfed down your pizza, barely taking time to savor the taste, and now no distraction was there to keep you from your insatiable longing for him.

Before long, the movie only served to annoy you. Jake seemed to be paying too much attention to the screen and not enough to you. It was infuriating. You tried for several minutes to distract him with alluring touches, but your patience ran thin, resulting in you grabbing the remote and straight-up turning the television off altogether.

“What was that for?” He murmured through a confused laugh. His smile turned to bewilderment as he saw the pouty look on your face.

“I just want you.” That was the only way you could think to say it. It was true. You just wanted him.

“I’m right here, baby.”

“More of you. Please.” His chest shuddered underneath you. Those were fighting words, and he knew it. You wanted more of him? Better be prepared for him to go all out. Jake Lockley didn’t hold anything back, especially when you begged him so sweetly.

He slammed his lips into yours, tongue not hesitating to part your lips with feverish delight. He kissed you roughly, yet sweetly. He could never get enough of you. You wrapped your arms around his neck. Jake pulled you to your feet, lips never parting from yours as the both of your stumbled toward the bedroom door. He braced your scalp with his hand, ensuring you wouldn’t bump your head on the doorframe as the two of you blindly migrated to the bed.

You barely pulled away for breath. Jake wasted no time in using the opening to remove your shirt. You savored the texture of his calloused fingertips running along the length of your torso. Goosebumps followed his touch, your breath hitching as the cotton fabric came up over your head. Jake tossed the shirt to the side, pressing you backward until your knees hit the mattress.

His lips were back on you in an instant, exploring your throat as you snaked a frantic hand into his still-wet mop of curls. You tugged desperately at his scalp, drawing high-pitched whimpers from his mouth, which vibrated perfectly against your skin. The room was spinning and you were burning hot, your desire outrunning your body as you pressed your hips up into his. He pressed you down onto the bed, holding you down with his weight and sucking marks all along your chest.

Jake was often one to make love gently, but neither of you quite had the patience for that tonight. He dug his blunt nails into your skin as you continued to grind up against him, tightness growing in his boxers as a familiar heat flooded your core. You just needed to get closer, to feel every part of him at once. Your rational brain knew that something like that wasn’t possible, but rationality had left the scene ages ago. There was only primal instinct left. A raw desire that ate away at both of you with no restraint. You missed him so fucking much.

“C’mon, babe—” You didn’t know what you were begging for, all you knew was that you couldn’t get close enough to him. There were too many layers of clothes between you—your bra, his boxers, your panties, your leggings. It all had to come off, right now. The words were lost in your brain. “Please.”

“Sit up, mi vida.” Jake coaxed your body up from the mattress. Swiftly, he unhooked your bra and guided the straps off of your arms, his mouth still hungrily exploring your own. He was just as desperate as you, no doubt touch-starved and thankful for any attention that wasn’t aimed at ending his life. He squeezed your breast tenderly, hesitating in his strength as you leaned into his touch. Jake never wanted to hurt you, but you often left his bed covered in bruises. That was the way you liked it, to be fair.

The rest of your clothes were off in a matter of seconds. By now, his erection was plainly outlined underneath the thin layer of cotton. You were growing more impatient, not that he was any more well-reserved. It wasn’t long before the boxers came off, too.

He tried to hold back his strength as he started to slowly fuck you into the mattress. You didn’t mind the lack of foreplay; right now, it’d be more annoying than anything. You were soaking wet for him anyway. His thrusts were agile and deep, filling you with a warmth that you’d forgotten existed over the past couple of weeks. You trailed your nails along his back, not even trying to restrain the heartfelt moans that fell from your lips.

Jake was gradually letting himself go. That’s how things normally unfolded. His breath caught in his throat more often as he persisted in his pace, his grip tighter on your skin and his whimpers growing more unfettered. He was becoming more rough, ramming into you with more force and giving less forethought to the marks he made along your skin. You drank him in with absolutely no complaint.

You had orgasmed twice before he finally came, pulling out at the last second to coat your stomach in hot strings of white. It took you both a while to catch your breath. He was the first to sit up, surveying the damage he’d done to your body. You relished the sight above you; Jake was absolutely mad with desire, though also flooded with content.

“We should get you into the shower.” His voice was light, almost with a teenage-like innocence. It was a surefire sign of his ecstasy. You knew the sweet-talking would follow; Jake always fell apart for you after sex. It was when he was the least guarded, letting no walls remain between the two of you.

“Come on, cariño.” He supported your weight as he coaxed you up from the bed and onto your feet. You felt like you were floating, but in reality you just couldn’t feel your legs. It didn’t take such for him to lead you into the bathroom; he was plenty strong enough to hold you up all on his own. “I’ve got you.”

You glanced in the mirror as he turned on the shower. It was a sight to behold; you were disheveled beyond a reasonable degree. Angry dark spots peppered your front, including handprints on your shoulders and under your breasts. He hadn’t meant to do this to you; he was just so caught up in how you felt. But he hadn’t gotten off easy himself, either.

His lips were swollen and dark, no doubt from all the abuse they had taken from yours. Raised scarlet lines fell parallel down his back, some parts beaded with droplets of blood where your nails had dug in too hard. Jake appreciated those marks. In his line of work, cuts and bruises were entirely something else, but he didn’t experience those. After a session with you, he’d make the boys avoid the suit for as long as possible just to preserve the artwork your hands and mouth had left on him.

“Didn’t you just shower, papi?” Your voice was dazed as it erupted from your throat. You were having a slow time coming down, the feeling gradually returning to your thighs.

“Well yeah, but I didn’t stay clean for long, did I?” Jake sent a seamless wink at you as he pulled two towels out from the cabinet. His face was blushing red, mixing gorgeously with the copper and olive tones of his skin. He led you into the shower first, helping you step over the side of the tub as you regained proper use of your legs. You tried to tug him in after you, serving only to make yourself slip.

“Easy there, baby,” He scoffed with a grin as he held you upright, stepping in beside you with more calculated movement. The warm water felt marvelous on your body, but you heard Jake hiss as it made contact with the broken skin on his back.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled, pressing yourself into his chest. He felt so good against you, every other thought in your head was far away. Jake melted into your touch, relaxing against the steaming-hot water.

“Don’t apologize. I couldn’t be happier right now, mi vida. I fucking love it when you mark me up.” You were running up the water bill, but you couldn’t be bothered to give a damn. You could stand here for eternity, wrapped in his embrace and listening to the gruff, velvet sound of his voice. The world didn’t quite work that way, though. “Turn around. Let me wash you off, okay?”

“Hmm.” Your little noise was somewhere between protest and thankfulness. You weren’t meaning to make him do all the work, but he was more than happy to feel you up for a little while longer. Little hums escaped his lips as he massaged body wash into your skin, careful to avoid the angry marks he had left on your most sensitive places.

Jake wouldn’t admit that he was good at singing. He knew he could carry a tune and that you’d love to listen to the sound, but he was conveniently unaware of the beauty of his voice. Of course, that didn’t keep him from using it; he’d torture anyone at a karaoke bar whenever given the chance—and a few strong drinks. But he saved the humming for you. If he wasn’t alone in his cab or absentmindedly doing his work, there was no other person who had the privilege of hearing his soft, wordless recounts of his favorite slow songs.

You whimpered as he turned the knob on the faucet; the absence of water allowing cold air to creep across your exposed skin. Jake wrapped his arms around you from behind, peppering gentle kisses across your cheek and along your jaw. The soft noise from his lips continued, a Guatemalan hymn he considered integral to his being. He couldn’t remember where he had learned it, but it brought him a domestic comfort he would never part with.

“I wish that we could stay here forever.” The sentence escaped your mouth without much forethought from you. He chuckled softly against your skin as he unfolded your towel. You were starting to comprehend the soreness left behind by his touch, the towel too rough against your skin where it was beginning to discolor.

“Trust me, honey. I feel the same way.” He draped the towel over your shoulders, wrapping his own around his waist as an afterthought. You tried to hold the fabric together with one hand as you used the other to feel along his neck. “You’re so fucking good to me. I never want to go without you.”

You wished you could say that he didn’t have to. He had a job to do, though. One that was bigger than you both. Luckily, for now, you existed in a pocket of time and space. There was nothing here but you and him, a creaky bed and some cheap, cold pizza. It was all either of you needed and it was perfect.

You dropped your towel as you crawled back into the bed. Exhaustion lingered in the both of you, now amplified by soreness and post-sex melatonin. You didn’t care that you’d be dampening the sheets; like many other things today, it was only an afterthought. If you’d thought of it sooner, you would have offered Jake the part of little spoon. He was ahead of you, though, enveloping you in his muscular grasp as you curled under the covers, his head pressed up against your neck, his hands massaging your battered skin.

“I should be doing that to you. You’re the one that just came back from Manila.” You shuffled onto your back, tired of not seeing his face. His eyes were filled with adoring tenderness, the deep brown glistening with nothing but love.

“Don’t even start. You know I’m not hurt.” Jake’s expression was innocent, blissful and unafraid. “Khonshu takes good care of me. Not as good as you, but still. I’m fine.”

“Physically fine.” There was something off about this mission, and he knew you’d noticed. Three weeks away, and Jake had told you no violence was involved. What kind of game was that old bird playing? You couldn’t allow him to bottle this up. “How do you feel, though? I mean, not the material kind. What happened while you were away? Something is up with you, I know.”

He avoided looking into your eyes, resignation threatening to takeover his face. He’d hoped you wouldn’t ask about that, and normally you wouldn’t. It wasn’t an easy thing to discuss. But you feared he was holding something in, something that was hurting him. Hurting all three of them, perhaps.

“Jake, baby. I know things are different for you, but you’ve gotta tell me what’s going on. I haven’t seen you in almost a month. We haven’t spent time together in such a long while.”

“Do we have to do this right now?” His eyes were pleading. Things were going so well and he did not want to be drawn back to that god-forsaken mission. “I love you so much, mi amor.”

“I love you, too. And I miss you. I miss talking to you.” You turned to face him completely now, body flush with his. He almost cowered from your touch. “I just don’t want you to be in pain and I don’t know what you need.”

“I just need you.” He leaned into your touch, but it was disingenuous and artificial. Jake needed a distraction from these past few weeks. Not that that was all you were to him—a distraction. You were much more than that. “Please don’t make me talk about this.”

“I can’t make you do anything, love.” Your laugh attempted to be lighthearted, but it was perverted by awkwardness and worry. “I don’t want you to hold anything in, though. This stuff can eat away at you.”

“I know. That’s why I don’t wanna do this right now. We’re doing so good.”

“I know.” You couldn’t ruin this for him. If he wanted to talk, he’d talk. If he wanted to do something else, there wasn’t anything you could do to stop him. And you wouldn’t try. But you would make him take what he needed from you. “Can you hold me a bit tighter, papi?”

“Anything for you.” Jake squeezed you to his chest, feeling the trail of your breath over his skin as it sent warmth up and around his neck. “I fucking love you so much.”

There it was. The aforementioned sweet talking. He never failed to let his feelings show through after he got all of the roughness out. Everything else was left behind.

“This mission kicked my ass.” He said the words with a great deal of hesitation, like they were choking him on the way out. You felt some tension leave him, though, after he uttered the little vulnerable phrase. That was good. He certainly needed a little relief.

“You don’t have to tell me anything that makes you uncomfortable.” You ran your fingers up through his hair. Of course you wanted him to share his life with you, but you didn’t want him to feel forced to do so. “But I’m listening. Whatever you need to say.”

“I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. We all came back in one piece, you know?” You nodded, not daring to interrupt. He seemed relieved that you had nothing to add. You just listened. “I can’t talk to Steven or Marc about this.”

“Why’s that?” The words were inaudible, but he understood as he watched you mouth them out. What kind of mission would leave Jake feeling so isolated?

“I can’t find them.” His voice broke. Your heart jumped forward and down into your stomach. You didn’t press, but he pushed on through the tears threatening to break free. “I haven’t heard from them in days. Which is fine, I guess. I think that’s what I’m here for. To deal with things when they become too much for them. But I can’t deal with this. I mean… I don’t know where to start.”

You were desperate to know more, but you wouldn’t dare ask him to explain. All you could provide for him was support, and he would ask of you what he thought he needed. You were out of your element here. A single tear ran horizontally down his face, pooling at the side of his nose as he tried to blink a second one away.

What could make Jake Lockley cry?

“I didn’t lie before. I never got my hands dirty. That’s part of the problem I guess.”

“What do you mean?” You were fighting back tears, too, by now. You couldn’t stand the sight of him so wrecked.

“There was just… nothing. For days.” He seemed unable to find the right words. Jake couldn’t bear to worry you, but he had to find a way to get this off of his chest. If the others weren’t there, what solace did he have but the safety that you offered him?

“We got ambushed two weeks in. I don’t know how it happened—I’m not blaming any of us. Even Khonshu. It doesn’t matter. We were in a bad way.” You listened intently as he warmed up to the use of his voice. He allowed his tears to flow freely, finding it easier to talk if he wasn’t also trying to hold them back.

“We were trapped in a dark place. The three of us traded the body, trying to find a way to escape. We were alone, but others were there. Outside the walls. Men were coming to interrogate us but we could never find the upper hand. I almost thought we weren’t going to make it.”

His breath shuddered and yours hitched along with it. You pondered the idea of them in mortal danger, chasing some goal they likely knew nothing about. You tugged him closer just at the thought.

“It wasn’t that, though. We’ve been too close to death plenty of times before. It was the others.”

He swallowed thickly, unsure if he could continue.

“Others?”

“We could… hear them. I only caught bits and pieces. We were so tired. Hungry. Confused. Sometimes we didn’t even know who was at the front, or even if there was a front. We could just listen in the darkness. Hear the pain that they inflicted on others. I guess we weren’t the only ones they needed information from.”

You began to feel sick on your stomach. Steadying your breath, you tried to hide the way his words sent a burning shiver up your spine. He needed you to listen.

“There was nothing we could do. I’m sure I heard a dozen gunshots. Heard them dragging bodies away outside my door. We could only wait for an opening to escape. It wasn’t so bad, but then…”

You held your breath. He seemed to be holding his, too.

“It’s okay. It’s just a memory, right? You can tell me.”

“There was a voice. A little voice.”

Oh God. Everything was making sense now, but what devastation came with that understanding.

“She was so young. So scared. I didn’t know what to do. Marc was gone the second we heard her. Steven stuck around for a while, but he couldn’t bear the sounds. I guess that only left me.”

“I’m so sorry.” You clutched his skin as tightly as you could muster, trying to make a protective layer around him. It was all you could do, but you felt that you had to do it.

“That‘s what I’m here for, right? To keep the boys away from that. To protect them from reliving the harm.”

“That doesn’t mean you deserve to be living it.”

“I just felt so alone.” The words were broken by a brutal sob. Jake squeezed his eyes shut, feeling betrayed by the emotions of his body. “I couldn’t find anything. Or anyone. And I kept hearing her voice.”

You massaged small circles into his scalp. Sobs continued to rip through him, forcing tears onto the pillow and stealing the rhythm from his breath.

“When Khonshu came around, she was already gone. Everyone was gone. I tried to search the place, but I was so weak, even with his help.”

“I’m so sorry, baby.”

“I couldn’t feel anything. I was so angry, but so… empty. Like I was being held underwater. I just followed his orders until I wasn’t trapped anymore. There wasn’t anything else that I could do.”

“And that’s when you came home?”

“I guess. I don’t remember that much, but I know that I was alone. I’m fucking tired, mi vida. I got my ass kicked and people got hurt.”

“But that wasn’t your fault.” It made so much sense now. A trigger like that would leave Marc shaken for weeks, even if he had successfully dipped before he got the brunt of it. Steven was there for him, made to take the emotionally protective role, but he was no match for a hostage situation like that. He understood mind over matter, but he was not a soldier. That was where Jake came in.

“But I was there. And there was nothing but pain and solitude. I had to do my goddamn job.”

“You did what you could.” You thought of what Steven would say. He must be really upset to leave Jake to fend for himself like that. And your poor Marc. There was no way that he was alright. Jake was probably right; they’d both be far back in the headspace for a while.

“Baby?” He sounded so small. So timid.

“Yes, Jake?”

“I love you.” The sobs were calmer now, but the tears ran unrestrained from his eyes. He really was so damn tired, it was evident all over his face. This line of work was so rewarding, but that was only when he won. Even then, the reward often came alongside great loss.

“I love you, too. I’ve got you.” You pulled him in tighter. It was getting harder to find a way to physically pull him closer to you. He resigned himself to your grasp. “It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you.”

It took a long while for him to relax. The sobs ran their course with no fighting from him. You figured that was for the best; the more he let it out now, the less it would eat away at him as he and the boys started to heal. He was quiet for a long time. You tried to keep a steady rhythm of massaging his scalp and back. It seemed to help him calm down.

“I kept dreaming that I was here, with you.” He whispered, his breathing now steady enough to talk. “But then I would wake up and it would be cold. And I couldn’t reach out and touch you.”

“I’m here now. You’re okay. You’re here with me.”

“It wasn’t even naughty or anything. I just imagined your weight on my skin, keeping me warm whenever I closed my eyes.”

“I’ll keep you warm. I promise.”

He was so thankful for you. The pain could melt away while you were there. Time could heal all of his wounds, but you could take the hurt and turn it into something new altogether. Even the worst moments were somehow bittersweet when he shared them with you.

For half an hour you sat in silence. You allowed your arms to slow to a stop, no longer drawing circles on his skin. He moved occasionally, re-orienting his grip when he felt he was drifting away from you. His hands explored you like he’d never felt you before. He savored every sensory feeling that your body sent into his jumbled brain.

“You’re warm.” Jake whimpered into your skin. He seemed dissatisfied, unable to get close enough to you. You pulled the cover up a few inches, hoping that could serve to fulfill his need. “Come here.”

“Jake, I’m as close as I can get.” You weren't scolding him; you honestly felt bad that you couldn’t somehow find more ways to make contact with his skin. “I don‘t know what else to do.”

“I do.” He snaked his arms around your waist, hoisting you up on top of him as he fell onto his back. You covered him like a blanket, one arm crushed underneath him as you still held a handful of curls. A soft giggle escaped your lips. A satisfied sigh escaped from his.

“Is this better?” He hummed in approval, letting gravity push him further into the mattress. “If not, I have an idea.”

Jake raised his eyebrow at you, eyes still closed as he blissfully took in the newfound pressure.

“I’m all ears.”

“I’ve never tried it before…” You lifted off of him ever-so-slightly. “But I’ve heard that it’s a great way to keep warm.”

Your free hand migrated down past your waist, grazing across his thigh. Jake’s eyes darted open, face flushing red as you pressed your hand down onto his hip.

“You mean—you’re just gonna… sit there?” His eyes were wide but there wasn’t a hint of complaint. You took him into your hand gingerly and he jutted underneath your grip.

“Well, lie here. Is that okay with you?” You’d never seen the appeal of cockwarming before. It seemed to be a form of torture for every party involved. Now though, the desire was beginning to make some sense. There were some logistical problems, however.

“I don’t think it works like that.” You began to palm at his length, your weight on him at an angle that prevented him from squirming too much underneath you. “You’re just gonna make me impatient.”

“It’ll be good for you, I swear.” Jake was growing hard underneath you, your hand working between your legs and the rest of you holding him down. You planted your knees on either side of him for some leverage.

“Whatever you say. You can’t be mad if I don’t keep still, though.” He pressed his hands into the skin above your hips, trying and failing to keep from bucking up into your wrist.

“Of course not. I’m trying to help you out. You do what you feel is best, okay?” It took less than a minute after that for him to reach a full erection. Jake was obviously focusing on his breathing, tensing his body as much as possible to try and stay still. You lowered yourself slowly at first, satisfied with how his chest shuddered as you sunk down.

And then you were still.

It was an odd feeling. You were plenty warm, but not in a normal way. Your skin felt like it was on fire. Judging by the desperate look on his face, Jake was more than warm enough, too. You tilted your hips at an agonizing pace, returning to your position of laying down on top of him. You felt him twitching inside you.

“Warm enough?” You whispered to him. His breath was choked.

“You could say that.”

To you, the feeling was bliss. You felt complete, two halves of a whole fitted perfectly together. It was decidedly less perfect for him, but he enjoyed the challenge. The task of remaining still distracted him from his other worries. Plus, you felt so fucking good around him.

“Babe, I can’t stay like this for long.” You could tell he didn’t want to disappoint. Jake was clenching and unclenching his fists, unable to find a release for his tension. You wanted to stay here longer, but you wouldn’t ask that of him at his expense.

“Do whatever you need to, papi.” You let him shift your weight so that he had more control. He contemplated his next move for a bit, allowing you to savor the feeling for just a little while longer. It wasn’t that he didn’t like it; he craved the closeness to you and had no qualms with your creative suggestion. He just couldn’t hold himself together. He needed release.

“Can you move for me?” He asked in a sheepish voice. He was trying so hard to please, he figured maybe you’d be more satisfied if you got to do it yourself. “You don’t have to.”

“No, I can do that.” You lifted back up, regaining your leverage and planting your knees. You rolled into him carefully, drawing out a long groan from the deepest part of his chest. He squeezed his eyes shut. “I’ll take care of you, babe.”

You didn’t care much about your own pleasure as you rocked against him, focused more on giving him the sweet release that he clearly needed so much. There was more than lust pent up inside of him; he needed every kind of connection to you that he could find.

Small gasps escaped your lips, but you stifled them enough that they didn’t drown out Jake’s whimpers and delirious little noises of bliss. It didn’t take him long; he had given himself completely to you. He matched your pattern by bucking his hips up into you, chasing his high.

Instead of leaving you bruises the way he had a few hours ago, he grabbed the hand of yours that wasn’t working to hold you upright. Interlocking your fingers, Jake held onto you as he reached his orgasm, his hips stilling. He didn’t move. Didn’t pull out.

Jake brandished a very lazy, cheeky half-smile.

“I’m good. You can stay there, now.” He pulled you back down so that you were pressing into his chest again. His voice was near-silent. “I’m warm enough now.”

“You’re a goof.” There was no tension in you; you’d gotten exactly what you wanted from him. And he’d received the very same from you. Both of your bodies were more relaxed than they’d been in multiple weeks.

“You love me.” Jake breathed a very content sigh, wrapping his arms up around your back.

“You’re right. I do.”

A couple minutes passed before you felt the need to wiggle your hips away from his. You were sure you were crushing him, but he made no complaint as you were sprawled out above him. You opted to curl up at his side, head on top of his chest and arms wrapped around his waist. Your legs were intertwined with his.

“What a fucking day, huh?” You could hear in his voice that Jake was very nearly asleep. The sun hadn’t even set yet; there was still plenty of daylight ahead. But that mattered little to you now.

“I can take tomorrow off, too, if you would like.” You let your own exhaustion wave over you. It had been a fucking day.

“Oh yeah. I would like that.”

“Well, then so it shall be.”

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sukirichi · 3 years ago

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cold (m.)

request. soft nsfw scenario with gojo and his s/o on winter ♡

cw. cockwarming, sleepy sex, dom! gojo, “kitten” as a pet name, overstimulation, creampie, slight nipple play, explicit smut

note. sorry for the late request completion, but here it is, thank you for requesting on my milestone event! i’m not sure if this was “soft” enough since i got carried away, but i hope you like it!

Flakes of snow crumpled outside, heaps of stark white outlining the pavement and frosting the green leaves that had now been concealed from view. From outside, you could see the neighbors’ dogs happily chasing one another, their paws sinking from the cold. Smiling to yourself, you buried deeper in the covers and into your main source of heat, who was still snoring softly as he enjoyed his rare day off’s from work.

Twisting to your side, you cupped Satoru’s face, feeling warmth blossom from your chest and onto your palms. He looked so pretty like this – crystal hair and lashes relaxed, dusting just above his eyelids and his glossy lips still moisturized even from the biting cold.

You ran a thumb to his lips, thinking how unfair it was that he looked so ethereal even when asleep.

It was a nice sight to see your boyfriend out from his teacher’s uniform, clad in black sweatpants and an equally dark sweatshirt that now hung low to expose his defined collarbones. Tempting, he was, especially since his arm was lazily draped over the curves of your hips, large, rough hands cupping your ass even if he’s in dreamland. You wondered what he’s thinking about – you, perhaps? hopefully. It would be a shame if he had something else in mind, and in a sudden wave of jealousy, you snuggled closer to him, your head buried in his chest.

From above you, Satoru stirred. His movements were miniscule, unsure, and still sleepy for the first few seconds, until his wandering hands grazed over your skimpy shorts (mostly as an excuse to absorb his warmth skin-to-skin) and onto the plump flesh of your ass.

“Morning,” he croaked out, voice still heavily laced with sleep. “What’re you doing there, kitten?”

“Nothing,” you shook your head and pecked him on the lips, taking the man by surprise, though he didn’t pull away. Both of you enjoyed each other’s presence in the moment – with him smiling sleepily at you, his fingers tracing patterns on your legs that are mingled with his, and with you grinning up at him like you were the happiest person in the world. And well, you were. “Baby,” you started, using your most docile tone that you knew always had him weak, accompanied with wide eyes and a puppy pout. “I don’t want to leave bed but we need to eat soon. We’ve been sleeping for like, half a day already.”

Satoru’s cerulean eyes gleamed with mischief. “I think we’ve been doing more than just sleeping and that’s why we can’t leave the bed. You see, my little kitten has unfortunately bound me to the bed with her deceiving nature as a temptress.”

“Stop!” you whacked his chest playfully, your cheeks only burning further with heat the louder he laughed at you.

It was true – the laziness and comfort the cold brought, along with the need to just be impossible close to each other made getting out of bed seem such like a daunting task. If that wasn’t enough, he’d also taken you in different ways, keeping up to his word that he would fuck you on every corner of the house if that was what need be. As a result, your legs ached. Satoru took the liberty to carrying you pretty much everywhere, but it also came with the price that he’d pull your undies down just the next second, stuffing either his fingers or cock deep into your heated cunt.

Satoru effortlessly captured your wrist to stop you from your measly attacks, grabbing you until you were draped all over his body. With your weight on top of his, legs straddled on either sides of his waist, you regarded one another with so much sensations – of adoration, of lust, of need, of love.

Your boyfriend leaned upwards, pressing his forehead to yours until he was close enough to graze your nose against his. “I want you,” he breathed out hotly, his hands already on their way to squeeze your perked ass. “It’s too cold – warm me up?”

“Nasty little bugger,” you teased, but made quick work of shoving his pants down anyway.

Thanks to his teasing and your overall undeniable attraction for your boyfriend, your body felt like it was incessantly burning, but you had a duty to please him, otherwise he’d be whiny and bother you the rest of the day with his neediness. So with a roll of your eyes that was accomplished with faux annoyance, you slipped his cock out of his boxers – unsurprisingly, Satoru was already hard – and slipped him inside your mouth.

Satoru sighed, whispering finally under his breath as he relaxed back on the pillows. You let him stay there, cock hard and throbbing, but he didn’t seem to show any indication he wanted to fuck. After last night’s activities where you accidentally scratched the leather couch open from when he took you from behind, ass cheeks sore and bruised from the roughness of his palm’s impact onto yours, he must be really tired, and your legs still trembled until now.

You settled on your side to make yourself comfortable. Eyes closed and breathing softly, your mouth was the only thing that kept his cock warm. He twitched every now and then, his soft, curled hairs tickling your cheek.

His fingers began to thread your hair for some light patting; silent appreciation for how sweet you were to him. A few minutes passed where the both of you stayed there, almost on the brink of falling back to sleep again from the laxness winter always came with, until Satoru groaned, pushing your head off away from his cock. Blinking up at him, your eyelashes fluttered against your cheeks in confusion.

Satoru didn’t speak.

He simply pulled you towards him, but twisted your body before you could kiss him. His actions made you huff in disappointment, and your boyfriend chuckling under his breath did nothing to alleviate your protests that you warmed his cock up for him but wouldn’t even let you kiss him.

“Hmm, I just want things to be fair for us,” he hummed against your neck, fingers splayed out over your belly. Satoru’s hands were cold from under his oversized shirt that you wore, and you tried to push him away, though the guy was too stubborn to let go. In your irritation to make yourself comfortable, you failed to register that he was already tugging your shorts aside, groaning deep when the tip of his cock slid over your wet, pussy lips. “Fuck, kitten, no panties? You were really that bare around me the whole night? I bet you’re not wearing a bra too.”

“Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

Easy to taunt as usual, his cold fingers trailed up from your stomach and onto your erect nipples, which he rolled playfully between his digits. Gasping from the stark contrast of your warm skin on his chilled ones, you ended up falling back on his arm under your head, shivering and clenching your jaw the longer he toyed with them.

His chest reverberated against your back from his laughter. You hated how sexy he sounded even when he wasn’t remotely trying to be tempting.

“You’re so cold.”

“Push me away then,” he smirked onto your hair, leaving little butterfly kisses over your cheeks that he could reach. Scoffing in protest, you cuddled closer to his arm and pushed your ass back to his erection to shut him up. “Oh,” he chuckled, “Did I make my kitten mad?”

“Shut up and put it inside me.”

“Your wish is my command, kitten.”

Your eyes shut tight as he slipped himself inside you, his long cock stretching you so good. Each inch of his cock slid in wonderfully, your walls accommodating and hugging him like he was meant to stay there and only there. The both of you released contented sighs now that he was seated deep inside you, his pelvis flat on the curve of your ass. His hands remained cupping your breasts as he mumbled sweet nothings into the crook of your neck, his body finally warm and your positions comfortable.

You would’ve happily fallen asleep like this – your head on his arm, his body locked around yours so tightly that you felt safe and protected, the curtain of his affection like a midnight lullaby to soothe you into slipping.

Then he started moving.

It started slow at first; slow, experimental thrusts that felt more like he was just wiggling to make himself comfortable. You chided at him for it, but the idiot only chuckled, complaining that you were ‘too tight and suffocating him.’ After telling him he could pull out and be deprived of your heat, he immediately shut up and only hugged you tighter, playfully sinking down his teeth over your neck to snarl, “Never. This little kitty is mine.”

You knew he was teasing you. It was evident from the way he slid in and out in an excruciatingly slow manner, as if trying to see if he could pull out those soft moans from your pretty lips that were wrapped around his cock that was now inside you just seconds ago.

Of course you wanted to moan. Of course you wanted to bask in this pleasure; his dick throbbing inside you, your walls clenching around him that granted you sharp intakes of breath from your rather unbothered boyfriend – but you just didn’t want to. Sure, maybe you were being bratty, but didn’t he love it? Besides, it only urged him to be a little rougher with you, a little meaner, to move a little faster and fuck you a little harder. It didn’t really take much to be reduced into the lovely kitten that mewled and clawed at his wrists.

This was something Satoru knew very well, and it really wasn’t beyond your boyfriend to push you over the edge.

Even with your back turned to him, you could feel his devious smirk hot on your skin, his nimble fingers slipping down to play with your clit. Now that elicited a whimper from you, and his snickers did nothing to alleviate the torturous pleasure he fucked you with.

Satoru kept flicking his fingers side to side until your clit throbbed between his fingers, the little bundle of nerves red and swollen just for his taking. Just as you were losing mind, he pushed your hair away from your neck and dipped his tongue into the shell of your ear, where his masculine groans and restrained pants harmonized beautifully with the little please’s you kept chanting over and over again. His cock was also relentless as he fucked into you, his hips godly into thrusting right at your sweet spot that had you viewing your room white like the snow that padded outside.

“Hnggr – T’Toru, too much—” you gripped at his wrist in an attempt to slow him down a little. He felt too good and too hot; at this pace, you couldn’t guarantee you could prolong your orgasm a little more, and you didn’t want to cum too early. “Baby, I—”

“You’ll take it,” he insisted, the grip he now had on your hips close to bruising. However, there was still that fact that you were his precious kitten that lingered at the back of his mind that prevented him from going too rough to you. The last thing he wanted was to break you, especially when he planned on fucking you until your pussy took in the shape of his cock and he’d fucked you too stupid that you remembered nothing else but his name. “You’re a good kitten, aren’t you? You can take it. Hold on a little longer for me.”

Your moans only turned to spur him on. You lay there limp like a ragdoll as he used you as he pleased, his hips snapping deep into yours until your mouth had fallen open, too shocked and drunken in pleasure to form a coherent thought.

“Feels so good,” your walls tightened around him, fingers laced around his veiny wrist that was still very much planted between your legs.

Satoru ignored the feverish manner of you rubbing your legs together, attacking you and ravishing you however he desired simply because why not. He was everywhere on you – his cock stretching you out and reaching places not even your toys could ever wander, his fingers rubbing and rolling your clit, his tongue and teeth leaving marks on the abused patch of skin on your neck and shoulders the longer he marked his territory with his scent on his signature. Not that he needed to since you would forever be his, but he didn’t want to take the chance.

“Fuck, kitten, so fucking tight for me,” he praised before his other hand gripped your boob, the pleasure too burning and overwhelming that you tipped your head back, knocking back on his chest where his heartbeat jumped and skipped even from underneath his shirt. “Oh, you always make me feel so good, always warming me up, huh?”

“Yes, yes, fuck, now please, I wanna cum,” you whined desperately, catching his lips at the same time his pace increased and made your body tremble. “Satoru,” you cried in between the kiss, hoping that he’d listen to your please this time. “Baby, too much, p-please?”

“Cum for me,” Satoru encouraged, rolling his hips in time with you meeting his cock thrust by thrust. He held onto your boob like it was his lifeline, everything he was doing igniting fireworks to explode within you. With one final, teasing pinch to your engorged clit, Satoru pushed you to the edge and you came around him, hard. The aftershocks of your orgasm were ridden out the longer he fucked himself deep into you, withering down fucked-out mumblings of please, it’s too much left unheard by his ears. Your walls clamped down around his cock the longer he stimulated you, and you were crying around him from the sensations bursting within you, the tears dripping down to his shirt.

Finally, his thrusts grew sloppy – a sign he was close. Satoru stilled his hips inside you, buried to the hilt and his skin flushed hot next to yours before you felt him spill his seed right into your warmth.

The feeling of both your cum dripping out your pussy lips were halted when Satoru pulled one last thrust, shushing you with a kiss when you moaned brokenly from the movement. You panted in his arm afterwards, holding onto his bicep and the sheets for dear life. He refused to pull out as he gathered you into his chest, kissing your tear-stained cheeks and wet lashes with a tenderness so alien to his dominance in bed.

“Shhh, shhh, you’re alright, I got you, kitten,” he soothed, brushing your hair away from your damp skin.

The heat on your bodies were immediately replaced by the biting cold, and you kissed him back once you were settled, sighing into the sweetness of his mouth and everything that was Satoru.

“’Em tired,” you eventually mumbled, too exhausted to bother cleaning up the mess he’d left between your legs.

You were thankful that he hadn’t pulled out yet, otherwise his load would drip further down your thighs and make a mess on the sheets – something you didn’t want to be bothered with.

As if sensing that you needed to be pampered now more than ever, your boyfriend nodded behind you, wiggling his lips one last time to make himself comfortable inside you. His warmth was comforting and more than welcomed, so much so that you momentarily forget his cum was still inside you. Satoru didn’t stop in caressing your skin, rolling the knots of your shoulders until you were growing sleepy before him, legs and bodies in a tangled mess similar brought about by the winter’s result to crave heat. And in the presence of your boyfriend, you were once falling back to into dreamland, but not before Satoru left one last reminder.

“Rest as much as you need, kitten,” Satoru whispered into the hollow of your ear, his tongue poking out to slowly coax you into the blissful lull of slumber. “You’re gonna need it for when I keep fucking you until winter passes.”

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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years ago

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BTS Reaction || Cockwarming [M] [Request]

A/N: Everything written is consensual between both parties and has been discussed before it has happened. This is intended for audiences over the age of 18 please don’t read if you’re under the age. (I’m deadly serious, I may have to stop writing smut if I get one more 13/14 year old telling me how much they love my smut)

WARNING: Contains: exhibitionism, mentions of spanking/punishments, consensual somnophillia

Seokjin:

The sun peaking through the blinds woke you up as it always did and you whined turning away from them and turning to face Jin.

"Too early," You mumbled into his chest, all he did was wrap his arm around you without speaking. It was far too early for either of you to even think of waking up but the sounds you'd been making in your sleep like state were making it hard for Jin to go back to sleep, he'd been awake before you but had tried to ignore his problem.

"Jin is that?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry." He yawned looking down at you and smirking, you smirked back up at him and then shook your head.

"I'm too tired, maybe we can just try cockwarming again?" You'd suggested it before and Jin loved it, whenever you were both too lazy or too worn out from your days to actually have sex and just wanted to be close to one another you would do it.

"Sure thing baby, turn over." You rolled back to face the window and he tugged down the panties you had worn to bed,

"Shit Jagi, nice dreams?" He chuckled as he ran his fingers over your dripping entrance, you whimpered as you felt him move closer to you and put his tip where you needed him most. You began clenching around nothing and he chuckled seeing you this way,

"So needy, I thought you were tired?" He whispered in your ear, kissing down your neck as he slowly plunged into you from behind, you let out a squeak and grasped onto the sheets as he stretched you out.

"Jin," You breathed once he was all of the way inside of you, you could never get used to his size but you both snuggled down together while staring out of the window.

"Hmm Jagiya, you feel so good." He knew what he was doing, he knew that if he whispered in your ear long enough and kissed down your neck you would eventually end up begging him to fuck you into the mattress but you were tired from the night before and a little sore.

"J-Jin," You whimpered as he slowly began to thrust his hips in and out of you at a torturously slow pace with next to no roughness as he thrust back into you.

"Sorry baby, just trying to get comfortable." He lied biting down and sucking on your sweet spot.

"Just fuck me already," You whispered finally having enough of his games, you stayed in the same position but he lifted one of your legs up and hooked it over his arm.

"You sure Jagi, I know how tired you are." You hissed as he slowed his thrusts down to almost a stop,

"Please Jin, I need you." He smirked darkly and his thrust began to get rougher, fucking up into you and grunting into the base of your neck as he tried to keep himself quiet. The boys were somewhere inside of the dorm and he didn't want to have to explain this one to them,

"Ugh, shit baby," Jin grunted when he felt you clench around him, your hands travelled down to your sensitive clit and you began to rub yourself while moaning out Jin's name, you didn't care about the boys. All you cared about was Jin making you feel good and in return, you doing the same for him

"Shit, Jin right there." Your head turned to look at him as he smirked down at you, fucking right into your hilt as you could feel your orgasm starting to build in the pit of your stomach.

"You close?" He egged on, rolling his hips a little slower only to pick up the movement again when you let out a whine of protest,

"Jin please," You begged hands moving to grip onto the sheets around you, your whole body was on fire and the coil in your stomach was threatening to snap at any second,

"Stop clenching like that - ugh fuck - I wont last Jagi," You giggled as you felt him twitch inside of you, you contracted around him again and his head buried deep into your neck.

"Cum Jin, fill me up." Your breathy moans sent Jin over the edge and his thrusts began to build once more,

"You first Jagi." He smirked holding your leg higher so he could reach a deeper angle, you practically screamed out his name when he did this and he chuckled sucking on your neck.

"Cum for my Jagiya, that's it...Good girl." His praises tipped you over the brink and you felt the all-too-familiar feeling of your orgasm crash over you and explode. The coil snapped and Jin continued to let you ride out your orgasm until it sent him over the edge of his and he spilt inside of you.

"Shit," You giggled once he pulled out, the sheets were covered and you looked at him.

"Have fun explaining this one to Jungkook." You laughed knowing that it was Jungkook's turn to wash everything, Jin said nothing he just kissed you sweetly and told you to go and run a bath while he stripped everything down.

Yoongi:

Yoongi had tried to be quiet when he came in from work but he was stressed at something that had gone wrong and all he wanted to do was get home and fuck you for it. You did things like that all of the time if he had a stressful day at work you would let him come home and make himself feel better with your body. But it was 3 in the morning and he knew you would be fast asleep in bed by the time he got in and you were. There you were laid out on the bed in nothing but one of his shirts and a lace thong that was doing little to cover you. Yoongi grunted at the sight of you and felt his hard-on get worse, he'd been hard ever since he'd thought about coming home to you that night but you were asleep. He shuffled onto the bed beside you and tried to ignore his problem but it became increasingly aware to him that he couldn't ignore it with you next to him. Not only were you irresistible to him but you were making moans in your sleep and grinding into nothing as you did so,

"Fuck." He mumbled watching as your hips moved up and down as though you were being fucked in your dream, he ran his hands down your body to see how you would react and you let out a soft hum. It wasn't something that hadn't happened before, he'd woken you up with sex before and you'd woken him up with oral it was nothing new in our relationship and it had all been discussed before, you were both fine with it. He moved closer to you and took out his length, rubbing it in his palm before pushing your thong to the side and he then ran his cock over your folds letting out a moan at how wet you were. It must have been a really good dream but the moment you felt Yoongi near your core you began to rock back and forth subconsciously whimpering at the sudden hardness.

"Ah shit," Yoongi grunted his hands falling to sit on your waist as you continued to rock on his member, he wasn't even inside of you yet and you already felt good to him. He kissed down your neck before slowly pushing himself inside of you, your rocking stopped and he grunted at how tight you were.

"Yoongi," You whispered happily finally waking up when you felt him inside of you, he couldn't tell if you were annoyed at him or not so he began to apologise and slowly pull out but you whined in protest.

"Sorry baby you just-"

"No, feels good...Just don't move." You begged him and he pushed back into you. Holding himself deep inside of you while you turned your head up to face him, he kissed you sweetly and you smiled.

"Bad day?" You questioned, both of you sitting there as if having him inside of you was a normal thing, as though it was just like sitting and talking about his day.

"I couldn't finish a verse and then when I did, it was gone and nothing got saved." You hummed in response and he smiled down at you,

"You want to make yourself feel better?" You questioned, thinking he would want to roughly fuck you like he always did but he shook his head which was a little surprising to you.

"No, this...This feels better, being close and intimate with you." He whispered snuggling down beside you but keeping himself buried deep inside of you. He brushed the hair out of your face and ran his fingers up and down your arms,

"What were you dreaming about?" You smiled and continued to talk to one another as though this was just a daily occurrence, to sit with your boyfriend's dick inside of you and not do anything about it.

"Oh, it was just about us on the balcony...You know like when we went to Paris and rented that penthouse suite." His hips bucked at the thought of Paris and you giggled as he let out a low grunt at the memory. He'd taken you to Paris for an anniversary dinner and you ended up missing dinner and fucking on the balcony rail, no one could see you both too far up for anyone to have noticed except for the room serviceman who had come in to check on everything when he had complaints about noise from other guests.

"Don't remind me," He chuckled deeply as you yawned and closed your eyes,

"Goodnight Jagi," He whispered kissing your neck and getting comfy behind you.

Hoseok:

Hoseok woke up when he felt you moving around and he let out a low grunt when he felt you shift a little too much his hands clamped onto your waist to stop you from moving and in your sleepy state you whined out,

"Jagiya, stop." He mumbled you were in a hotel room which the boys could walk into at any moment, the rooms were conjoined and he didn't fancy the boys walking in on this.

"Feels good." You whispered pushing your hips back and moaning when you felt him buck his hips a little, Hoseok tried to pull out but let out a groan when he felt you contract around him.

"H-Hobi," You whimpered feeling him push back inside of you, you were awake and looking over your shoulder at him. Memories of the night before came flooding back to you and you giggled, you'd gotten so drunk that neither of you could walk and ended up falling asleep not even two minutes into sex and you must have just stayed that way.

"Don't pull out," You whispered liking the feeling of having him there and he couldn't lie to himself, he enjoyed feeling you around him as well.

"You want to just sit here?" He questioned and you nodded,

"It's called cockwarming Hobi...It's a more intimate version of spooning." He chuckled as you explained it to him and you smiled as he moved closer to you. His chest pressed against your back and you smiled feeling him deep inside of you. You clenched when you heard the door rattle and Hoseok let out a dark chuckle,

"Scared they'll walk in?" He liked the thought of you being turned on and worried about them at the same time, it wasn't as though you'd never fucked in the same house as them but this, this was a little different. They were right next door, there was no lock to keep them from bursting in and the walls were paper thin.

"You don't want them to see you getting fucked into the mattress baby?" He pulled until he was almost all of the way out, nothing but his tip inside of you and then he slammed his length back into you making your back arch as you let out a whine.

"Careful baby, they could walk in any minute." He put his hand over your mouth and you let out a giggle of excitement, you loved whenever Hoseok decided to get this way. He would fuck you into tomorrow if he had half the chance, he lifted your leg up into the air and began to thrust into you all while making sure your eyes were trained on the door.

"If they walk in I want you to hold eye contact, hmm? Let them know who's fucking you this good." You whimpered and nodded in agreement, not trusting your voice in case you screamed out your answer. This only made Hoseok chuckle and fuck into you at a faster and rougher past,

"Close." Was all you could say from behind his hand and he grunted feeling you constrict around him.

"You're so fucking tight." He whispered into your neck as he continued to pump in and out of your, filling you up and making you moan into his hand. The boys in the other room were long forgotten once you felt the pit in your stomach begin to deepen when you felt your fast approaching orgasm.

"H-Hobi," You panted feeling yourself getting closer and closer to release but the boys were getting louder in the other room,

"Forget them baby, cum for me." He whispered in your ear grunting out your name when he felt you clench around him, he continued to fuck into you through your high until he could no longer hold is back and he split into you. Your hands were gripping onto the sheets as you let out small whines while coming down from your high,

"If you two are done, we'll meet you downstairs for breakfast." you heard Jimin call through the door you groaned and rolled over to face Hoseok who was smirking at you,

"The room is empty...Round 2?" You threw a pillow at him and went to have a shower.

(Okay but you have no idea how much restraint it took me not to put ‘’scared potter’’ instead of ‘’scared they’ll walk in’’)

Namjoon:

The movie was boring and you were bored of waiting for Namjoon to give you attention. He'd promised you he'd give you some earlier but instead, he dragged you around to the dorms to visit the boys instead which lead to all of you sitting on the sofa and watching movies. You'd been sitting on Namjoon's lap the whole time and you could feel him getting hard beneath you but you knew he wouldn't do anything about it.

"I'll be right back," You whispered to Namjoon, you took off the blanket that was covered you and walked towards the bathroom of the dorms. Once inside you kicked off your underwear from under your skirt and smirked to yourself, you knew exactly what to do to get your own way and you knew how to torture Namjoon for making you wait all day for him. You went back into the living room and sat back on Namjoon's lap, he instantly knew what you'd done because he could feel the wet patch seeping through his sweatpants.

"Y/n...here?" You pulled the blanket over you again and smiled at Jin who was on the other side of the sofa from you,

"Cold." You lied pulling down Namjoon's sweats just a little and lining him up at your entrance. If anyone was to look over it would just look like you were getting comfortable on his lap but you sank yourself down onto his length and let bit down on your lip to stop yourself from moaning out his name when you felt him reach your hilt.

"Joonie, you okay?" Jin questioned once he heard a small grunt come from Namjoon, he nodded at his friend and grabbed your hips to try and move you a little bit but you stayed in place knowing how much he hated cockwarming and how desperately he needed you.

"You'll only make your punishment worse later, right now you're up to 15 spanks." He growled in your ear, the music on the film got louder and you lifted up and down once before hearing him grunt once more.

"Make that 25." You smirked not caring about later because right now you were having fun being the one in charge, you'd needed him all day and having him buried deep inside of you like this felt good. You didn't care that the boys were in the room and you didn't care that Namjoon was coming up with ways to punish you later, you'd missed feeling full.

"Feel good being full? You're not getting any for the next month baby girl." He whispered when the credits began rolling,

"I think we're gonna stay here tonight guys, Y/n's really tired." The boys all wished you goodnight and as soon as the living room door was closed and Namjoon knew they were all upstairs he ripped the blanket away from your body and held your hips in place while he fucked up into you,

"You think it was funny? Sitting on me like that in front of them?" You gripped onto the sofa and bit down onto your lip trying not to cry out as he relentlessly fucked into you.

"Do you?!" You nodded and he chuckled pulling out of you and bending you over the back of the sofa,

"You better enjoy this then baby girl cause you're not getting stuffed for at least another month." He pushed into you and without giving you any second to adjust to the new angle he began thrusting in and out of your while pulling your hair into a tight ponytail,

"Look at you, spread out like this on the sofa, what if they walk in again." You couldn't think of any words to say your brain had a fog over it, all you could think about was cumming and it wouldn't be long, the familiar tightness was happening in your stomach and you let out a moan to let Namjoon know it was fast approaching,

"Cum for me then darling," He chuckled reaching down and rubbing your clit aggressively, the sudden pressure from the palm of his hand on your clit sent you over the brink and you cried out his name, not caring about anybody in the house anymore.

"Shit baby, you're making a mess all over the sofa," He laughed pulling out and looking as your juices dripped down onto the leather,

"You're not finished though," You were about to question him when he thrust back into your oversensitive pussy and you whimpered, hands gripping the leather as you tried not to cry from the pleasure he was giving you.

"Colour?" He questioned wanting to make sure you were still okay to go,

"Green." You whimpered loving the way he was making you feel and he smirked before slapping you across the ass.

"Count." You were in for a long night and you knew it.

Jimin:

It was a stupid bet that Jimin had made with Jungkook and you went along with it. Who could go the longest without having sex with their partner but you were starting to get annoyed with Jimin, you'd been needy all week and he was still trying to win this stupid bet that meant nothing. There was nothing involved except the winner got to know that they were better than the loser, it had been a week of no sex and normally it was Jimin that got moody but tonight it was you.

"Look I asked Jungkook and he said that the rules don't exclude cockwarming," You stared at Jimin as he casually threw into the conversation that he'd been talking to Jungkook about how you'd been needy all week.

"He said his girlfriend has too! I didn't think it was a big deal." He groaned, if you weren't so needy for his attention you would have walked away from him but the thought of just having him inside of you again drove you wild. You gasped as you sank down onto him on the living room sofa and his hands held onto your waist,

"Shit." You whispered feeling him fill you up for the first time in over a week and he let out a grunt,

"You're so tight." You whined at his words and playfully hit his chest,

"Maybe if you fucked me I wouldn't be so tight." He chuckled at you and you let out a small moan as you shifted your legs to get comfortable.

"D-Don't move, fuck." Jimin moaned biting down on his lip and throwing his head back,

"Like this?" You slowly rose up only to fall back down and you felt him twitch inside of you, you giggled watching the way his face screwed up.

"Baby, I'll lose the bet." You smirked riding him slowly and looking at him, your placed your hands on his chest as you continued to ride and he let out a grunt.

"What's better? The bet or me?" His eyes opened and he met your gaze,

"Fuck the bet," He groaned spinning you around so you were laid on the sofa, he lifted your legs over his shoulder and buried himself deep inside of you. Your nails dragged down his chest as you felt him hit you where you'd been needing him most all week.

"Jimin right there," You panted and he smirked pulling out of you and thrusting back in a rough manner which had your back arched away from the faux leather sofa and crying out his name.

"You like this huh?" Your body shook as he continued to pound into you, picking up the pace as he went along with it and your hands gripped onto his biceps.

"Gonna cum," You stuttered and he chuckled kissing down your neck and telling you to let it all go. The wave of white washed over you and you closed your eyes tightly as you bucked your hips cumming around him, he let out a low grunt as he felt you contract around him he fell into his own orgasm with you and spilt into you making you giggle as you felt him leak out and onto the sofa.

Taehyung:

Taehyung had been so immersed in the game he was playing at his computer desk he hadn't even noticed you coming into the room in his favourite underwear set on you. You cleared your throat but he continued playing the game with Jungkook over the mic,

"Tae." You whined turning his chair around once the round was over, he smiled at you as he realised what you wanted his attention for.

"One more round and I'm all yours," With that, he was back to playing with Jungkook but you could already see the tent forming in his sweatpants so you knew the plan was working, you ran your hands down his chest and he groaned as you then started rubbing his shoulders.

"No, Y/n'd giving me a shoulder massage." You smirked knowing that Jungkook was listening and it only turned you on more to know he was. You slowly pushed down Taehyung's sweats and held your finger up to your lips to tell him to be quiet, he nodded and stared at you while he waited for the next round to start.

"What's going on?" He whispered looking at you as you kicked off the underwear, you pouted out your bottom lip playfully.

"I want attention, play your game." He nodded obediently and you pumped in your hand before sitting yourself on him reverse cowgirl so you could watch him playing the game while you straddled him.

"Oh shit," You moaned out as you sank down onto him and felt him reach your hilt, he grunted at how tight you were and gave some excuse to Jungkook about how you'd knocked something over.

The game continued and every time he got too into the game he would buck his hips only to lose the shot he needed as he thrust up into you and have you clench around him.

"I can't keep doing this," He mumbled against your skin as he tried to create some friction between you, but you loved the feeling of feeling full of him and didn't mind sitting there all night.

"Win the game and we can move." You whispered to him continuing to watch him control the character on screen, with the newfound motivation he focused on everything but you. Not even your small hip movements were going to distract him now but right as he was about to get the winning kill to end everything you rose yourself up only to lower yourself again and he lost.

"Fuck this," He threw down the controller and gripped onto your hips holding you up so he could thrust up into you, not stopping as you leant yourself forward to hold onto the desk. He was hitting deeper than before and you were crying out his name while he pounds into you from behind.

"Fuck, you think you can tease me like that and get away with it, huh?" With the last 'Huh' he thrust himself into you and held himself just about where your hilt was but not close enough to give you the pleasure you needed.

"F-Fuck Tae, please." You begged looking over your shoulder at him and pleading with him to let you cum.

"You're so fucking needy to cum aren't you? You wanna cum all over my cock?" You nodded pathetically and he smirked finally fucking you roughly against the desk, he bent down and whispered into your ear,

"You better cum hard baby, it's gonna be the last time you do this week.2 You whimpered as you felt his words adding to the pleasure you were experiencing.

"5 Seconds until the next round baby, you better cum." He began counting down and you gripped onto the edge of the desk as you felt it wash over you as he got to two,

"Tae!" You screamed as he continued to pound into you reaching his own high right before the next round started, he pulled out and smirked as he watched his seed roll down your thighs.

"Go clean up, I'm not done with you yet." He picked up the controller and chuckled to himself.

"That's fucking disgusting, next time mute your mic or I'm telling Jin." Taehyung smirked to himself glad that you'd left the room, you'd never be able to face Jungkook again if you knew he'd heard everything.

Jungkook:

Your hands gripped onto the headboard as Jungkook thrust into you,

"Fuck, K-Kook I can't." You panted knowing that the last orgasm of the night was going to take everything out of you. You'd gone out to dinner with him and the boys and had done nothing but tease him throughout the entire night and then he took you home to fuck you.

"I said five times, you're gonna cum five times." He ordered pulling your hair back so your neck was exposed to him, your back arched in a way that made him reach deeper into you.

"Look at you, you're so fucking pretty aren't you?" You whimpered again your mind already a mess from the four orgasms he'd given you before, one in the car, two in the living room and one in the bedroom.

"Clenching so tight around my cock as well, such a good girl." Your grip on the headboard tightened as the coil in your stomach tightened.

"C-Close." Was all you could manage to say and Jungkook smirked pulling out of you and laying you down so you were facing the window, he laid down behind you and slipped into you.

"Fuck, look at you baby. You're doing so well aren't you." You clenched at the praise he was giving you and he chuckled knowing that you loved it.

"You gonna cum for me?" You nodded and he smiled proudly, kissing your exposed shoulder and lowering one hand down to your clit so he could rub it. It was already too much from the moment he started to rub small circles and you let out a long whine as he did.

"I know baby, but one more time and you're done." You giggled as though you were drunk and he smirked, it was one of the tale signs that you were getting tired from your orgasms.

"So tight." He grunted as you clenched around him one more time, his thrusts began to build faster again and you gripped onto the sheets feeling the coil tighten once more,

"Cum for my angel." He whispered in your ear and as if your orgasms were voice-activated you cried out his name and the coil snapped. Your orgasm hit you like a truck and you bucked your hips backwards and shook as he continued to fuck his seed into you.

"S-Shit, stay still baby...Stay still, that's it...Good girl." He calmed you down and held you in place to stop you from shaking too much and you panted as he brought you closer to him. He was still inside of you which was something you did a lot after sex, he would just stay inside of you to feel closer to you while you cuddled and came down from your highs.

"You alright?" He questioned wiping the sweat that was dripping down your forehead, you nodded and he smiled at you. Giving you a kiss on the lips before laying his head in your neck.

"Couple more minutes here and then I'll get us a bath." He promised you.

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imagineyourworld-old · 4 years ago

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NSFW Alphabet with Wolffe

Wolffe x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut (obviously), mentions of injuries

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A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex)

After sex Wolffe is a puppy (sorry for the pun). He makes sure that you’re alright, gets you a glass of water and urges you to pee afterwards (he knows it is important for your health down there). If the two of you are not too tired he just loves taking a bath with you, just holding you close, shampooing your hair and whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Wolffe loves your lips! How soft they are against his, how pink and plush they look after kissing or when he bites them (he also adores when you bite them when you’re nervous or thinking), the marks they leave on him and how good they feel on every single part of his body.

As for himself, I feel like Wolffe would be proud of his arms/shoulders, especially whenever he gets to hold you close he loves knowing that he is strong enough to protect you (even if you don’t need him to) or carry you to the bedroom when you’re in the mood.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

Whether he has pulled out and spread his seed on them or some of it tickled out of you, Wolffe loves seeing your thighs covered in his cum. And he loves licking it off of them.

And as mentioned before he loves your lips, so seeing even just a single drop of his cum on them is a close second favourite.

D = Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Wolffe would love to watch you touch yourself to the thought of him. You’ve told him that you’ve done it before, but at that moment he was too surprised to go further into the topic. One day though, he promises himself, he will ask you if he can watch.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Not crazy experienced, but he knows what he’s doing. Wolffe is a very closed off and private person, so he doesn’t just jump into bed with anyone, but there have been times (before you were together of course) where he went home with someone after a night out.

F = Favourite position (This goes without saying)

Wolffe’s not picky, he’s fine with whatever feels best for you. But oh boy does he get off on seeing the expressions on your face when he’s deep inside you, so basically any position in which he can see your face (and kiss your lips) is his favourite.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc)

He is a pretty serious person in general, so he’s not exactly goofy in bed, but that doesn’t mean he is opposed to laughing every now and then. The first time you laughed, however, had him feeling incredibly insecure until you explained that you weren’t laughing at him.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc)

Wolffe is a pretty tidy guy, so he keeps his hair groomed, but not entirely shaved off.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

It may be surprising, but during sex Wolffe can be a real romantic. He wants to make sure that you’re feeling fine, that you’re taken care of and your pleasure always comes first. But even though it’s rare, sometimes he can be rough and have his way with you (as long as you agree of course), but as soon as he’s finished he’ll take care of your needs.

J = Jack off (Mastrubation headcanon)

Before he met you Wolffe just didn’t understand the appeal of mastrubating. But now, when he thinks of you, he sometimes can’t help but sneak off to his private quarters or the shower and get off to the thought of you.

There was this one time you sent him a spicy holo and let’s just say he spent some time alone after that.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

One word: Cockwarming. Some days he enjoys having you so close, being one with you and knowing that you only do this for him and no one else. Some days he likes to tease you, make you all hot and bothered by giving you the bare minimum, but keeping you stuffed full of him all the same.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Since Wolffe is a pretty private person it should come as no surprise that he prefers the privacy of your bedroom, he’s fine with your living room as well, but the bedroom simply gives the two of you more space and a comfier setting.

He’d never say no to taking you back to his room (let’s just say he has a private room, ok?), but prefers your place, because there he feels completely off duty and there his brothers or general won’t interrupt whatever you get up to.

M = Motivation (What turns them on? What gets them going?)

Quite a few things, actually. Let’s just make a list, shall we?

Since he loves your lips seeing you wearing a new or bright shade of lipstick, using a straw, licking or biting your lips or anything else that draws attention to your lips has him hooked.

Catching a glimpse at hickies he left on you just make him want to do it (and you) all over again.

Soft kisses to his collarbone or the place where his neck meets his shoulder always leave him wanting more.

Seeing you in either lingerie or his blacks usually has him half hard from the sight alone.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

While he loves leaving hickies everywhere, Wolffe would never leave any other kind of mark on you. He might be projecting a bit, but he remembers the pain when he lost his eye and got his scar, and is sometimes still self conscious about it, so he would hate leaving even the slightest scratch or bite mark.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skills, etc)

Wolffe enjoys both giving and receiving, but gun to his head he would have to say he prefers receiving. Not only because he gets to see your lips, swollen from kissing and him biting them, wrapped around his cock, but also because he gets to lick the last drops of his cum off your lips and taste himself on your tongue.

But when it comes to giving he is so skilled, it’s ridiculous. If asked you’d say he is even better with his tongue and fingers than he is with his dick.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc)

His life is hectic, so when the two of you have time he tries his best to make use of that time with soft and slow love making. Wolffe enjoys touching and kissing every part of your body, teasing you and committing every part of you to memory for when you have to part ways again.

Some days, though, when he is especially stressed or needy or you have been teasing him a bit too much, Wolffe wastes no time getting both himself and you off.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc)

He’s not a big fan, but sometimes there is just no other way. Maybe you have been teasing him too much, maybe you haven’t gotten alone time for a while, maybe he just needs to know that you’re there and you’re his for a moment.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc)

Here we need to differentiate: While Wolffe is down to experimenting and finding new ways to pleasure you (and for you to find new ways to pleasure him), but he’s not a risk taker. Anything that might get you hurt or end up in the two of you getting caught in the act is off the table.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last)

Not exceptional, but not disappointing either. He can usually go for two, maybe three, rounds in a row, and know how to make them last. If you’re planning on a long night however, he’ll have to take some breaks, during which he’ll put his hands and tongue to good use, so you’re not complaining.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner of themselves?)

He’s not a fan, but not opposed either.

So far you haven’t used any toys in your love making, but he knows you use them when he’s not around, which makes him kinda curious. He won’t bring the topic up unless you do though, and that has nothing to do with the fact that he might be a slight bit scared, nothing at all.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Wolffe never teases you in public, but once the two of you are behind closed doors he constantly has his hands on you, sometimes he just wants to cuddle, but sometimes he wants to get you riled up. Maybe he whispers something in your ear, his husky voice making even the most innocent words sound dirty, maybe he lets his hands roam your body and squeeze your boobs or thighs, maybe he even slips his hand inside your trousers, whatever he chooses to do that day, you know you’ll end up in the bedroom.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc)

While he’s usually pretty quiet he lets out soft whimpers whenever you hit a sweet spot. And on the rare occasion that he is frustrated, either because you won’t do as he says or you won’t let him do what he wants, he actually growls, much like the animal he named himself after.

W = Wild card (Random headcanon for the character)

Wolffe is usually a dom, but on the rare occasion the two of you decide to switch it up he’s the whiniest, most impatient sub there is. Since he usually cannot refuse any orders in his day to day life he loves disobeying you to the point where it can be frustrating and you’re close to giving up and letting him take over. He won’t let it go that far, however, because even though he’d never admit it (at least not while sober) he loves it when you take control and do as you please.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s a soldier, so he’s strong and muscular.

Down there Wolffe is long, but not exactly longer than average. He is quite thick though, so when he’s inside you he really stretches you out.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Wolffe’s sex drive is not crazy high, which he is glad of since there’s a war going on and you can’t just jump at each other whenever one of you feels like it. But there are a few rare days when he feels like he’d go crazy if he can’t have you right that moment.

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Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

No matter how tired Wolffe is, he always makes sure you’re alright before he even thinks about sleeping. Once you are taken care of, and preferably laying in his arms, however, he falls right asleep. Wolffe doesn’t get much sleep and he never sleeps better than with you in his arms.

I’ve wanted to write an NSFW alphabet for quite a while now, because I feel like it’s a good entry point to writing smut, but most of the characters I wanted to write for already have hundreds of these, so when I couldn’t find one for Wolffe I knew my time had come.

As I said, this is my first time writing smut and also my first time writing for Wolffe, so please excuse any mistakes.

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aliendes · 4 years ago

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BTS Reaction to Cock Warming NSFW

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BTS reaction to trying cockwarming (M) 18+ NSFW

Warnings: cockwarming (duh?), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), fingering, a little oral?, over stim, dom!tae (oops), squirting, kind of subby JK if you squint.

A/N: This was self-indulgent. I’m a slut for cockwarming and I can never find enough of it. If you have recommendations send them my way. 🥵🥵🥵 Some of these got long (all of them?) and some were really soft and others were…. Not at all hehe. I enjoyed writing Hoseok and Jimin for the first time, both in very different ways!

If you have a request, send me an ask!

Seokjin would probably be unsure at first, but would be willing to try it if it made you happy. He would want to do it at night when you were both tired and cuddling to fall asleep. He would want you to slowly jack him off to get him hard and would probably whine when you stopped, missing the warmth of your hand, but that’s not the point tonight! You would wear only panties to bed, and he would be naked, as per usual. He would turn you both on your sides so he was spooning you from behind and slide your panties to the side so he could slowly finger you until he felt you were wet enough for him to slip in. You would both gasp at the feeling of his thick cock entering you with little preparation, and he would probably have a hard time staying still. A few minutes would go by of you both adjusting your bodies slightly to find a comfortable position to sleep in, letting out soft moans at the feeling of his cock buried deep inside you.

Eventually you would fall asleep, loving the feeling of Seokjin’s warm length filling you up. Sometime throughout the night, Jin would wake up and wouldn’t be able to take the feeling of your walls around him anymore. “YN?” He would try to rouse you gently, “Love?” His whispers sounded strained as you opened one eye, worrying something was wrong, until you felt his member twitch in your dripping pussy. You let out a moan at the movement.

“Mmm,” Seokjin mumbled, slowly starting to move his hips back and forth, fucking into you slowly, “I can’t take it anymore YN, I have to fuck you.”

Yoongi was working on something in his studio, distracted by whatever was on his screen. You sat behind him on his small leather couch, enjoying his presence, as you worked on your own laptop. You had been horny all day and had been waiting for him to finish for the last few hours. You were starting to get frustrated, in more ways than one, and decided to do something about it.

“Yoongi,” you whined in a sweet voice, getting up from your spot on the couch and circling his chair. You trailed your fingertips over the back of his exposed neck, bringing goose bumps to the surface of his skin. “Baby,” you whined again, this time catching his attention.

“What’s the matter babe?” He gave you a bored look, lips pursed into that straight smile he liked to give you. You smiled sweetly at him. Making sure there were no wires or cords around you, you swung one leg over his lap and straddled him in his chair. Without missing a beat, he leaned back in the chair causing it to bounce backward with the weight and brought both hands up to rest on your hips. He raised an eyebrow at you as you leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

“I want you,” you whispered in his ear, “I can’t wait any longer, I’ve been wet all day.” The whine in your voice was apparent and it made Yoongi chuckle a bit.

“Dirty girl,” he mumbled, running his hands along your thighs and ass, “just a little longer baby, I promise.”

“Yoongi,” you drew out his name, pulling back to pout at him, making him laugh again, “can I just sit on it? I won't even move, I promise I’ll let you finish.”

His laugh got caught in his throat as he let out a short cough, trying to process what you just said. “Like - like cockwarming?”

“Sure, if that’s what it takes to get you inside me.”

Yoongi looked unsure for a second, before desire flashed in his eyes. Removing one hand from your hips he slid his grey sweats and boxers down a bit, letting his semi-hard length spring out. Your pussy was drooling at the sight of it. “Pants off baby,” he said.

You didn’t need to be told twice. You stood up and unbuttoned your jeans, sliding them and your panties off at the same time. Excitement was bubbling in your stomach at the thought of finally getting to feel him. You tossed your clothes on the couch and by the time you were standing in front of him again he was languidly jerking his now fully hard member. You immediately sank to your knees and licked a stripe up his length from the base to the tip. “YN,” he groaned, head falling back against the chair, “you’re distracting me.”

You smirked and stood back up, straddling him again, one leg on either side of his body. Yoongi held his dick against your entrance as you slowly sank down onto him. Once he was fully sheathed in your warmth, you leaned on his chest, head resting on his shoulder. “You feel amazing,” he mumbled into your hair as he sat forward in his chair to better reach his computer. You moaned at the feeling of his cock moving inside you, but stayed still like you promised. “If you’re a good girl and stay there til I’m finished, maybe I’ll let you cum on this cock.”

Your boyfriend, Hoseok, was a freak, to put it lightly. He was always up for experimenting in the bedroom. You were usually the more timid one of the two of you. That’s why it took him by surprise when you shyly brought up cockwarming during dinner one night. That was a week ago. Now, you both had the day off tomorrow and Hoseok invited you over to stay the night at his place. You both knew tonight you were going to give cockwarming a try and to say you were both excited was a huge understatement.

Hoseok had picked out a few movies to watch and brought blankets and pillows out to the living room to get cozy. After you had finished your takeout for dinner, you changed into panties and a large t-shirt, Hoseok changing into basketball shorts for easy access.

Once the movie was on, Hoseok situated you so you were both laying on your side, him behind you against the back of the couch. Both your heads were resting on a pile of pillows, a large fluffy blanket draped over the top of you both. You were incredibly comfy and could definitely fall asleep like this.

Throughout the first movie, Hoseok was warming you up by licking and nibbling at your neck and ear, one hand rubbing soothing circles on your clit through your panties. It was slow, almost like a massage, definitely not to get you off, but to make you soaking wet and ready for his cock.

“Ready, baby?” He asked, voice low and hoarse from not using his voice for a while.

You nodded your head, turning back slightly to place a chaste kiss on his lips. He smiled down at you and moved your panties to the side, slipping two fingers into your glistening cunt. “God baby, you’re dripping all over my hand,” his dirty words only made you grow wetter. You moaned at the feeling of his fingers scissoring you open, prepping you for his cock. Once he felt you were ready, he slipped his shorts down and brought the tip of his dick to your entrance, gathering up your slick for an easy slide. He slid inside you with a practiced ease, both of you groaning at the feeling. He wasn’t lying, you were really wet. You didn’t think this would turn you on this much.

“Good?” He whispered into your ear. The sweetness in his voice contrasting his lewd actions.

You nodded again, biting your lip to keep the moans from escaping. He was filling you up so well, the feeling of his throbbing cock almost too much for you. You both went back to watching the movie, but neither of you could really focus on the screen, relishing in eachother’s warmth.

Halfway through the second movie, Hoseok’s hands started to wander, one of them resting on your bare thigh. He was drawing small circles on the skin, heightening your pleasure even more. He adjusted his body slightly behind you and a whine involuntarily slipped out of your mouth. “Yeah?” You could hear the smirk in his tone as the hand on your thigh snaked around your front and dipped into your panties, pointer finger immediately finding your incredibly swollen clit, “Damn baby, did having my cock in you turn you on this much?”

You nodded, face flushing at his dirty words. “It’s ok,” he kissed your cheek sweetly when his words were anything but, “I’ll fuck this pretty little pussy til you’re screaming.”

He kept his promise that night, that’s for sure.

You and Namjoon had amazing sexual chemistry, it’s one of the reasons your relationship worked so well. You were both open to trying new things and you hardly ever found a kink of the others that you didn’t enjoy. You just meshed well together. So when you asked Namjoon if he would want to try cockwarming he was totally onboard. You had just finished a romp in the sheets and were cuddling in your shared bed, about to fall asleep when you brought it up.

“You want me to just, put it in? And leave it there?” He wasn’t judging, just honestly curious, ready to please you.

“Yeah, I mean, it’s cockwarming,” you giggled, straddling his lap, cock already standing at attention again, “we can just like, lay here I guess?” To be honest, you weren’t sure how you were going to feel about it, but you wanted to at least try it.

“Ok, are you sore? Do you need me to prep you?” You rolled your eyes, though you very much appreciated the kind nature of your boyfriend.

“I’m fine Joonie,” you murmured as you leaned down and placed a sweet kiss on his lips, “love you.”

“I love you too baby,” he smiled that beautiful dimpled smile you love so much. You smiled at him sweetly as you reached your hand down between your bodies and grabbed his thick length. Namjoon had one of the biggest dicks you’ve ever seen and this man knew how to use it. Just thinking about it made you wet. You lined him up with your entrance and teased your clit a few times with the tip, pulling a low groan from his lips. You smirked as you sank down on his length slowly, relishing in the way he stretched your tight walls.

“Mmm,” you moaned, sitting straight up, speared on Namjoon’s cock.

“Now what?” Your sweet boyfriend asked as you leaned down to rest on his firm chest. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his nose.

“This is it,” you said, pecking his cheeks and forehead, “we can fall asleep like this.”

“Fall asleep?” You chuckled at the wide eyed expression he was giving you, “I don’t think I can last more than 10 minutes like this.” He brought one hand up to push his still sweaty hair off his forehead.

“Just relax, baby,” you soothed, right in his ear. Your breath was was tickling his ear and it was taking all of his restraint to keep from fucking up into your heat. You placed light kisses right behind his ear and down his neck, loving the soft mewls coming from his mouth. You knew what you were doing was teasing him, but you wanted to drive him crazy. This was no longer about cockwarming for you. The moment he entered you, you knew neither of you would last.

He growled lowly and cupped both of your ass cheeks in his large hands. “I can’t hold back anymore baby,” you pulled back from his neck to look at him as he pulled back from your clenching pussy and slammed his hips back up into you, “Want me to fill you up again?”

Jimin, your sweet, sweet boyfriend, was actually the one to bring up cockwarming. He had a long day at work, exhausted from all the extra work his boss asked of him today. When he got home he asked if you would take a bath with him, something the two of you did occasionally to relax. You agreed without hesitation, wanting to help Jimin calm down and unwind.

You filled up the tub and added in his favorite bath bomb that smelled like roses and even had some pieces of dried rose petals in it. The water was a pretty pink color when you poured in some champagne scented bubbles, your favorite. Once you were satisfied, you grabbed two big, white fluffy towels and deposited them on the closed toilet seat, awaiting the two of you for after your bath.

“Jimin!” You called downstairs, “Bath is ready!”

“Coming!” You heard him yell. You heard some shuffling in the kitchen and the clink of a dish being set in the stainless steel sink. You quickly undressed yourself, tossing your clothes in the laundry hamper just as Jimin walked in, eyeing your body. He looked tired, but you could still see the lust in his eyes at the sight of your nakedness. “You look incredible, baby,” his voice was soft as he wrapped his arms around your middle and smiled down at you, “thank you.” His plush lips met yours briefly before he was pulling away to shed his own clothes.

You smiled giddily at him and you climbed over the side of the tub, waiting patiently for him to get in. You leaned over the side of the tub, arms crossed, as you admired the toned body of your boyfriend. He really did have a beautiful body, rock solid abs and thick thighs that you often daydreamed about. “Like what you see?” Your eyes snapped up to his smirking face as he caught you ogling. You blushed slightly before nodding, causing him to playfully shake his head. “Scoot over.”

Jimin climbed over the tub, slotting himself behind you, wrapping both arms around your chest. He leaned back pulling you with him, resting your head on his shoulder. “Let me wash your hair,” you tried to turn around but Jimin’s grasp on you tightened.

“Noooo, please baby, just let me relax,” you giggled at the whine in his voice, turning around slightly to see his eyes closed, face already a good deal more relaxed than before. The crease in his forehead is slowly going away. Jimin let out a heavy sigh before opening his eyes and looking at you lovingly, causing you to smile at him. When you did, you felt something twitch behind your back.

“Jimin!” You gasped, mock offense written on your face, “You’re supposed to be relaxing!”

“I am! I swear! It’s a love boner,” he smirked at you.

You rolled your eyes. “A love boner?”

“Yeah, you know when you love someone so much you get turned on? I swear I don’t want to have sex right now, I’m too tired.” You believed him, you could see how tired he was.

You rubbed a soothing hand along the top of his thigh and nodded at him, turning back around. After a couple of minutes of laying together, you could feel Jimin’s cock hardening against you. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel aroused at the feeling of his dick on your lower back, so close to your core. “Would you think I was weird if I asked you to cockwarm me?”

You were a little taken aback by the question, but you immediately felt arousal shoot straight to your clit at the thought of having him inside you right now. “Seriously? You want to?” You asked, no judgement in your voice, honestly excited at the possibility.

“I mean, yeah - i- if it’s not too weird. I think it sounds kind of nice. Might help me relax”

You turned around and were quick to shake your head, “It’s not weird,” you smiled at him, “let’s try it.”

He let out a breath at your optimism, worried you’d say no. You turned around fully in his arms, straddling his lap, his hard member brushing against your slit as you settled yourself on him. You grabbed his cock in your hand and lined him up with your hole, looking him in the eye briefly to get his permission. He nodded once, giving you the go ahead, and you sunk down onto him slowly. You both let out a contented sigh at the feeling. It was a tight fit, not having any prep beforehand, but it felt good, the water helping with the glide. He wasn’t lying when he said he didn’t want to have sex. He really just wanted to feel you, be close to you.

“This feels really nice, YN,” he whispered, head falling back onto the porcelain of the tub, “I love you, kitten.”

“I love you too, Jimin,” you mumbled, leaning your forehead against his shoulder, both arms wrapping around his middle in a bear hug.

“Mmm,” he murmured into your hair, “thank you.”

“Anything for you, my love.”

You felt another rough slap to your ass cheek, the skin jiggling at the impact. “You’ve been a bad girl, doll,” Taehyung’s deep voice sounded behind you, “do you think you deserve to cum tonight?”

“Yes, sir,” you whined, “please.”

You and Taehyung had been watching TV on the couch when you decided you were going to tease him by sitting on his lap and grinding into his crotch. You had been horny all night and you knew it would rile him up, which is exactly what you wanted.

“Hmm, I don’t think you do,” he growled, landing another slap to your already read ass, “teasing me, knowing what would happen. You dirty girl.” Tae currently had you nude, both feet planted on the hardwood floor, front bent over the arm of the couch. It was a rather exposing position. You could feel the cool air hitting your dripping pussy, begging to be touched in any way.

Another slap. You jolted as two of Taehyung’s fingers dragged through your slit, spreading your lips to lewdly display your cunt to him. “So wet,” he drawled, “my doll loves to be punished, doesn’t she?”

“Yes - yes I do, sir!” You yelped as he gently slapped your pussy with his two fingers.

“Then I’m more than happy to punish you,” you heard the sound of a zipper, jeans falling to the ground, “all you had to do was ask.” You gasped at the sudden intrusion of his thick cock into your folds. Without warning Taehyung sheathed his full length inside of you, his long dick hitting your cervix in the best way possible.

“Taehyung!”

Another slap, “Uh-uh doll. You wanted this,” he said with a false sweetness, “now stay,” he growled darkly.

“Wh-what?” What did he mean, stay?

“You wanted cock so badly, now you’ve got it. What? Not what you wanted?” He slapped your ass again, soothingly rubbing the burning skin after, “Too bad, doll.”

Was he cockwarming? You let out a low moan at the thought. You’ve never tried this before, but you could feel the gush of wetness that surged through your pussy at the idea of sitting here with his long, hard cock stretching your walls for God knows how long.

“Yeah? You like that? Dirty, dirty girl. Gonna use you as my cocksleeve as I see fit.”

You moaned again at his nasty words. “Please sir, please use me!” You sobbed into the couch. One of his hands snaked around your front, thumb lightly pushing into your swollen, neglected clit. You screamed into the leather at the feeling.

“Can you cum like this?” His words were dripping in lust, you could tell he was gone. He wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. He’s stayed stark still this entire time. “Cream my cock like this and I’ll fuck you into tomorrow.”

You whined into the couch again at the mere thought of his cock slamming into you over and over again. You concentrated on the feeling of his thumb putting pressure on your bud. He slowly added more pressure, and then released. He continued this pattern, putting heavy pressure on your clit and then removing it completely. It was such a weird feeling of stimulation and it was clouding your mind completely. You could feel the rubber band feeling tightening in your core every time his fingertip would push into your bud. It was too much, the pleasure was searing hot in your pussy as you clenched around his cock, letting the band snap.

“Ah! T-Tae!” You screamed, louder than he expected, causing him to jump slightly. The extra pressure on your g-spot caused your pussy to release all over Taehyung’s cock. The sight below him had his eyes glazing over as he watched you squirt all over him. The way your pussy lips were clenching around his dick sporadically as the liquid squirted onto his abdomen sent him into a frenzy as he pulled his cock out of you until you could just feel the tip, and slammed his hips back into you as hard as he could, “Taehyung!”

“You are so,” he slammed into you again, “fucking,” and again, “hot, doll.”

Your boyfriend was currently sitting on the couch of your shared apartment, playing Overwatch with Seokjin, his best friend. He had his headset on and was so hyper focused on the TV that he didn’t see you come into the room. Which means he also didn’t see your attire. Or lack thereof.

You slowly walked around the back of the couch, hand trailing over the soft suede fabric. You had just woken up, it was past midnight and you didn’t know Jungkook had gotten home. He didn’t like to wake you up since he usually got home from his job super late. You were a little upset that his loud yelling had woken you from your dream. Not because it woke you up, per se, but because the dream you were having was an incredible sex dream about the very boyfriend who woke you.

You woke up with a light sheen of sweat on your body, pussy dripping wet and needing to be filled. So, you threw on a silk robe, nothing else, and ventured to find something to fill you up.

As you rounded the couch you stood in front of Jungkook enough that he would notice you, but not enough to block the TV screen from his view. You didn’t want him to get upset with you when you were so horny. You’d save that for a time when you wanted to be punished.

“Hey babe,” he uttered, monotone, still focused on his game, “sorry, did I wake you?”

You crossed your arms in front of your chest, not offering a response. After a moment Jungkook looked up at you, expecting to find you upset, but instead he was met with a look of pure lust. His eyes widened for a second before Seokjin was yelling in his ear, causing his eyes to snap back to the game.

Now that he knew you were there, you decided to have a little fun. You let the robe slip from your shoulders, knowing he could see you from the corner of his eye. You walked over to him and sunk to your knees in front of him. He looked at you in shock, confused at your behavior, but not pushing you away. You looked at him for permission and he nodded quickly, making you giggle silently. You pulled his sweatpants and boxers down until they were around his ankles and grabbed his semi-hard cock, smirking to yourself. He was still playing, but his conversation with Jin had abruptly come to a halt. You languidly jerked his cock for a moment before leaning over and letting a glob of saliva fall from your lips onto his red tip. You spread the lubricant around for a moment, looking up to see Jungkook biting into his lip to keep his noises from reaching his friends ears. He looked down at you for just a moment and you held your finger up to your lips, reminding him to be quiet.

You stood up slowly, turned around so you were facing the TV and grabbed your boyfriend's weeping cock, lining it up with your core, before sitting down on it. You could hear the grunt come from Jungkook behind you, but chose to ignore it as you leaned back into his firm chest. You let out a sigh at the feeling of being filled. This is exactly what you needed. You were still tired enough from sleep that you didn’t need more stimulation than this. The feeling of his cock twitching inside you was enough to satisfy you until he was done playing.

To say Jungkook was confused was an understatement. Were you really cockwarming him right now? He’s always wanted to try this with you, and actually had a fantasy where you did this while he was playing video games. He thought he was dreaming for a second until you leaned back into him and your signature cherry blossom scent surrounded him. He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes for a second, collecting himself before continuing to play his game. In his fantasy, he would be able to keep himself quiet and play while you sat obediently in his lap. He was going to take advantage of the situation that had quite literally fallen into his lap.

He continued to play his game, at the end quickly telling Jin that he would see him tomorrow and ripped his headset off, tossing it on the other end of the couch.

“Baby?” He placed both hands on your sides, rubbing soothingly up and down, “Is everything ok?” He was honestly a little worried about you, you weren’t usually this assertive.

“You woke me up from a sex dream,” you uttered, eyes closed, “fix it.”

He chuckled at your admission, kissing up your shoulders and neck. “It better have been about me.” He growled playfully.

“Of course it was. Now fuck me, please.”

“Gladly.”

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binniesthighs · 4 years ago

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telepatía | reader x binsung

a/n: hi cuties! hope ya’ll are are staying seggsy and cozy! ;) this piece is 100% self indulgent (hehe) as well as my first time writing a poly r/ship! since i’m new at it, any and all feedback is super super appreciated!! <3

telepatía | changbin x reader x jisung

~aka, my love note to binsung~

Pairing: self insert, seo changbin x female reader x han jisung

Genre: fluff n’ smut

Tags: poly relationship, long distance r/ship au, established r/ship au, inspired by a song au, comfort fic, lil bit emotional but that’s bc they are in looove, idiots in love, softdom!binnie, hardswitch!reader, softsub!jisung, mentions of food, explicit language, masturbation (f), dirrrrty talking, hehe soft love makin’, lowkey size and corruption kink, unprotected sex, oral (m&f), face sitting, penetration (piv and anal), double penetration (f), nipple play (m&f), fingering (f), squirting, marking, multiple orgasms, creampie, ahhh soft n’ intimate body touching, cockwarming, shower aftercare, i am so sorry i got sooooo carried away teehee

Word count: 7.9k

Recommended listening: telepatía by kali uchis

Two months. Two months that had felt like eternity.

Your pen tapped at the table to your desk as you watched the minutes pass by. To your right, your desk calendar with your little countdown smiled at you with the little doodles had drawn along with the stickers that you had decorated there.

Five more days!

The golden hour of the day passed by outside your window upon the city that you had been calling home for the past two months. It was gorgeous. Unreal even. Studying abroad had been harder than you had expected--although it was often exciting at other times too. There was not a day that passed when you had regretting doing it, but there were other days when you had wished you could just transport yourself right back home; even if it meant it would be for only a couple hours of so.

During nights like these, your cramped little studio felt even more empty than usual. The colors of gold and pink would smear in the skyline along with pale pink clouds that looked softer and lusher than anything else in the world. In the springtime, the budding and green trees lined the outside of the apartment complex and birds twittering past would flutter their wings outside of your window cracked open slightly. As the days went by, the air warmed and became more humid, and smelled of luxurious primrose and hyacinths.

Your room was dimly lit by your desk lamp, and you hadn’t bothered to turn on any other light. Pages wrinkled, and your sense of loneliness came creeping in like the cold winter that the new season had now just chased away. You didn’t want the feeling to linger, but you couldn’t help but let it.

The sheets of your bed were cozy, much like the rest of the way that you had decorated your studio. The cream colored covers felt like silk on your legs, but where nothing compared to the touch that you craved.

Your phone clicked on with it’s blue-white light, showing your screensaver: a beautiful sunset image of that last walk that you had taken of the two of them before you had left.

If it were possible, you imagined that missing one person was enough to shatter a heart, but two people?

You hugged your phone to your chest, feigning some semblance of a hug to the two of them. Your nose sniffled as it grew more stuffed, and you let your suppressed sobs fill up the space of the room.

You were convinced that you must've been the the luckiest or the unluckiest person in the whole world: two loves of your life, two people to share it all with had been like a dream come true. It was finally something that felt like it made sense. But, to be so closely tied to two people, meant that being away from them hurt two times as much.

You imagined them with you in your room: they loved to sandwich you in the middle of them. This was their favorite place to have you. Nothing had been warmer and safer than that. Arms and legs would be all tied together in a way that made little sense, and both of their quiet breathing would tickle at the skin of the back of your neck and your forehead. If there was anything that you had guessed you missed most, it would be falling asleep with them. “I love you’s” would be whispered, and all space between you dissapear once the down comforter would be pulled to your noses.

No matter how hard you pretended that they were there, it was never the same.

[it takes three to make a thing go right] binnie, sungie, me

binnie: have you had dinner yet? please don’t forget!

jisung: [see image] this is what we’re having for breakfast! we wish you were here with us!

With shaking fingers you opened the picture to view Jisung’s attempts at cooking. He had been getting into it these days. You had almost wished sometimes that you had been there to try whatever he had concocted--even if it didn’t taste the best. Today it looked like he had tried to make fluffy pancakes with strawberries and cream...but they didn’t end up as fluffy as they should’ve been. Changbin was in the background of the picture making a couple finger hearts. Undoubtedly Jisung had asked him to do it for the picture: Changbin was more of the no-nonsense and stoic type with somewhat of a goofy edge. You and Jisung always knew how to make him melt. “You two are my weaknesses you know?”

sungie: don’t stay up too late either! finish strong before you come back, okay?

binnie: we really can’t wait to see you, five days can’t come soon enough.

You sniffled, sitting up. Had they been there then, they wouldn’t have liked to see you cry. Although your heart stung with a sharp pain seeing them so happy together, you brought yourself back together. You knew exactly how it would’ve been: Jisung would dry your tears gently, then cuddle right up under your arm to nuzzle into your shoulder. Behind the both of you, Changbin would spread his arms wide so both of you could be wrapped up in him.

me: i really miss you both. i miss you so, so much. i can’t wait to see you on Friday. don’t have too much fun without me until then :)

binnie: you kidding? we’re miserable without you!! i think that we’re both going crazy.

sungie: he’s right!! it feels so weird, it always has been these past months.

we’re not complete without you, y/n. we miss you too sooooo much.

and you know that bin gets crabby sometimes. when it’s just me around...

bin: hey! the hell you mean crabby?! i’m a frickin angel!!!

The way that you could read each of their messages in their voices brought you comfort, and you giggled a little reading the words.

sungie: relax! i’m just trying to make her laugh. did i succeed?

me: you did sungie. :)

bin: you forget that i’m sitting right next to you sung, you’re playing a risky game.

sungie: ooooh he talks such big talk, are you seeing this y/n? do you see what i mean? plz come back and save me!!!

bin: HEY

me: binnnnn go easy on sungie.

bin: i do!!!

i only go rough when he asks me too ;)

sungie: w o w

While it did make you laugh, it still hurt a little thinking about how even with you missing, their lives still went on, they ate meals together, went to concerts, movies, out to eat, and, at the end of the day, they still had eachother to cuddle up with to sleep. It hurt even more thinking about how they still had eachother to satisfy other comforts. Of course, you were still involved over the phone and video calls too, but with thousands of miles of distance, your hands alone could never feel as mind-blowing as theirs.

binnie: there will be plenty of that when you get back too y/n ;) sung has maybe had it too easy.

me: hmm too easy?

Jisung send a series of emoji stickers that all conveyed about the same message: oh my god i’m in trouble.

binnie: anyway, jokes aside, we are really looking forward to friday. sungie and i have been talking about it and we think we just want to spend the night in if that’s okay with you? you’ll be tired too.

As always, your boyfriends were the most considerate people in likely the whole world. You didn’t really want to be anywhere else, but just with the two of them; as close as you possibly could be.

me: that sounds perfect. <3

sungie: get some rest tonight!! in the morning get yourself something nice for breakfast, i can send you some money hehe

binnie: boyfriend of the year award over here ! !

sungie: hey, we’re both boyfriend of the year! duh, she loves us the same???

me: that’s very true.

binnie: pffff

sungie: don’t make me tackle you seo changbin, i am sitting right next to you

binnie: is that a promise?

me: boys, boys stop fighting, you’re both boyfriend of the year.

binnie: see? y/n, we’re a mess without you.

sungie: changbin, you’re my boyfriend of the year too. does that make you feel better?

binnie: maybe.

sungie: we’re keeping y/n from getting dinner. we should shut up now.

anyhoo!

we love and miss you a lot a lot. take care until friday! we’re almost there!!!!

binnie: BUT I LOVE HER MORE

sungie: bin, i love you, but please, shut up.

binnie: i’m joking!! sungie i’m joking. this is an equal relationship obviously.

By now, their usual antics had left your tearstained face dry, and the corners of your mouth sore from how hard you had smiled.

binnie: see you soon! goodnight y/n!

sungie: night y/n <3

You clicked your phone closed, then let your weight drop down to your pillow that held the smell of the evening air.

“It’ll be sooner than you think.” You sighed.

It was much too nice of a night to be doing homework, so you decided to push it off for just a couple more hours, flicking on your dinky TV set to a local station where they spoke in the language that you had been teaching to yourself for the past couple months. Here and there you could recognize a few words, but you mostly liked it for the noise.

You pulled your thin sheet over your bare legs, merely enjoying the simplicity of the feeling over your whole body.

there will be plenty of that when you get back home too.

we love and miss you a lot a lot.

Two months for imagining...and you had learned to hone your skill especially, even if it didn’t feel the same. Even though missing them hurt, you could still feel the love from them from thousands of miles away. They had said themselves that they didn’t feel complete without you.

The silky feeling sheets tickled at the hairs on your arms as your hand teased down your stomach, then toyed with the elastic of your panties under cotton shorts. You blamed it on the night being especially pleasant, or maybe it was just what you and needed at that moment.

You wondered how much they had missed you, if they thought of you when their hands would run over each other, or perhaps even if they would imagine that you were there with them when they hold each other close, tiny gaps and moans stick on their lips while they would pleasure each other too. You in fact had thought of them: Jisung’s pretty moans and the way that Changbin liked to suck little bites into his neck.

That spring air hushed into your window with the softness of a song, and curious fingers dipped into your folds and twitching bud which was wet to the touch. Your body jolted at the feeling of your fingers on your suddenly needy clit. Your mind ran wild thinking of the way that both of them had looked beside you, one of their hands dipping under the fabric of your panties and the other lightly twisting at your nipples too. Absentmindedly, your own hand reached to mimic the action on your breast while you remembered. Careful kisses would be pressed into your cheek and neck while they whispered adoring little praises in your ears.

“You’re so beautiful baby, like nothing else.”

“We love you so much. My princess, such a good girl for me, hm? You like how our hands look on you?”

Your body shivered at the memory, and you rubbed circles into your clit, gathering your own sticky slick to rub over the sensitive bud.

“Yes,” You whispered to the empty room.

The golden setting sun reflected fractals of tiny rainbows into your room--just as your prism had done hanging in the window back at home. It would reflect on the stucco walls, and the colors would streak on the ceiling. You would catch sight of them laying tangled up in scattered sheets with both of their bodies prowling over you in bare skin. You could trace the curves of their shoulder blades like the edge of perfectly crested waves. A faraway warmth swelled over your body, and you rubbed harshly at your bud craving more and and more. Your legs squirmed under the sheets: much like they would when they would bow their heads to tease at your clit with interweaving tongues, sandwiched between your thighs which they would pull back with starving fingertips. You could almost hear it: the way that your slick would drip over your pussy, and how they would taste it too on each others lips in between.

Your back arched recalling their praise. They would pull you between them once again, and fill your mouth with adoring kisses covered with multitudes of their love. Jisung would mewl little whines into your mouth, shaking from your hand wrapped around his cock, and Changbin kissed you like you were his reason for breathing: slow, languid, purposeful. He’d sigh out watching the way that you marked up Jisung’s body while pumping himself all the while.

“Binnie. Sungie.” Their names became your anchor while your rubbed wider, then slower, then faster. Your soaked fingers plunged into your pussy while your head danced with the memories of them filling you up, rolling their hips in as deeply as thye could, kissing into your chest or the crook of your neck. You curved your fingers to tease at your g-spot, but your clit was even more impatient.

“Do you want to cum for us princess?”

“I’ll cum for you...” Your breath hitched in that room all by yourself.

Your fingers wiggled back up to your clit, now hypersensitive from its lack of attention. Instantly, your orgasm built violently behind the twitching bud, and you threw your free arm back to grip into your pillow to steady yourself. Sweat had gathered on the underside of your thighs and on your back: it was a feeling so dirty that it only made your head feel lighter. It was as if they were in the room with you and you could see them clearly: enamored eyes dipped in lust that ate up your form until there was nothing left.

“C-close.” You shuddered, now with pruned fingers encircling until you drew yourself right to the brink.

You came with a forceful heat that swept over your whole body and sent your hips jerking up into the air and toes digging into the bed. Your incisors bit harshly at your lip, and you stifled your unsteady and high pitched moans the best you possibly could. In your apartment complex, the walls were thin enough for there to be little left to the imagination.

Your chest shook as you came down and you teased your bud, edging on overstimulation for as long as you could take it. Jisung had liked the way that you would convulse like this and Changbin would relentlessly give little slaps to your aching bud. Once you could take no more, you drew your hand back from the elastic, then you let the euphoria sweep over your body for a few moments of silence and tranquility.

Yes, you had done it to yourself, but without their help, there was no way that you could’ve shown your body the same kind of fervent love.

It was as if they could make love to you telepathically, even on this night when the sun was setting, and your bed was empty.

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You hadn’t expected yourself to feel nervous meeting them at the airport. Still, your heart pounded in your chest with a ridiculous rhythm. It wasn’t like you had a completely different face or had changed anything about yourself remotely that would’ve shocked them. Still, a sense of anxiety swelled in you that was unexpected and unwarranted. Perhaps it was because it was so surreal.

There was something odd about the airport, it was likely how industrial it all felt with chairs that were lined with thin upholstery and carpets that held all kinds of mysterious stains. But, while it was a bit of a undesirable area, it was teeming with excitement. There were patrons at the magazine stands busying themselves flipping through books and laughing at the outrageous titles, people sitting joyously at the little restaurants and several hyper children tugging the hands of exasperated parents with neck pillows clinging to their strained necks. Further down the way, there was the sign illuminated pointing to the pick up area past baggage claim.

The air smelled overly filtered, but it was still as exhilarating. You took two escalators down and one moving walkway, then the light of the outdoors flooded the area with conveyor belts and the screens above them.

“Y/n? Y/n!!!!” Jisung’s voice called over the busy sounds of baggage claim filled to the brim with his excitement.

Before you got a chance to figure out where his voice had come from, your adorable boyfriend came charging at you with arms outstretched and an inhumanly large smile on his face. He scooped you up holding you so tightly that you had to teeter on your tip toes. While Jisung had a bit of a tiny frame, you never would’ve guessed from the scale of his hugs.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.” He giggled out the words with a sense of disbelief, and he swung your body back and forth. “Oh my god I missed you sososo much.”

Another set of arms peacefully wrapped around you and Jisung and squeezed you in even tighter. In one of his hands, the cellophane from a bouquet of pink roses crinkled. “It’s so nice to have you back.” Changbin cooed, then reached to pat your head with his free hand.

You blinked back your happy tears the best that you could. The three of you broke, and you looked at both of your boyfriends right in front of you for the first time in what felt like forever. Changbin squeezed Jisung’s shoulder while the boy wiped a couple tears for the corner of his eyes.

You were biased, but they really were the most beautiful people in the world.

“I-I missed you both too, more than you can imagine.”

The two boys beamed, then presented you with your flowers.

“‘Hope you like pink ‘cause that’s the last color that they had left.” Changbin chuckled, and you nodded profusely.

“They’re gorgeous.”

You decided, after two months of not seeing the damn loves of your life, you deserved to kiss them--fuck the glares that you would get.

First you grabbed Changbin by the cheeks to press a smiling kiss right into his surprised mouth, and kiss him like you were a high schooler starved for attention that was forbidden to them. Still, your boyfriend grabbed your face back, rubbing tenderly into your own cheeks.

You winked to an equally shocked Jisung, “You next.”

You kissed the stutters away on his lips, and then ran giddy lips over his which cracked with a smile so wide it made it a little hard to kiss him. He wrapped both of his arms around you to pull you in close and you ruffled up his caramel blond hair the best you possibly could. Beside you, Changbin chuckled out proudly.

You had closed your eyes to kiss both of your boyfriends like they deserved. If someone had stared, well...you didn’t see it.

Jisung was out of breath after your parted, then pushed up his glasses in his surprise.

“That was....”

“--Lets get home!!” You shined with a smile, then took off in front of them. “Are you coming or not??”

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Jisung decided not to subject you to his home cooking, regardless of the fact that you had said that you wanted to try it. You had ordered take-out, and ate it picnic style on the floor to your living room in front of the TV playing a movie that none of you payed attention to. Regardless of the fact that your jet lag had hit you like a truck, your pure adrenaline upon seeing them kept your eyes from becoming weary.

The normal questions had been asked: how are you classes, how is the food there, what are the people like, what is your apartment like, have you made friends etc. You asked Changbin about how his classes were going, and how Jisung’s part-time job at the café was and about the silly little things that you used to do as three, but they now had to as two. The consensus was that doing anything as two was strange and even a little awkward at times because they had gotten so used to having you around.

Changbin cleared the dishes, making space for you to make up your little pillow fort that you would do at times. “It felt like there was a piece missing from us. It was...really hard sometimes too.”

“It was for me too. Out there all alone...I had never realized that a bed meant for one person would be like, the saddest thing that there is on this earth.”

“Small bed no more!” Jisung piped, then proceeded to wrap both his arms and legs around you the best he could. “Also small shower no more.” He nuzzled into your chest.

One of the selling points of the apartment that you shared was actually the comically large shower that it came with. During the first few weeks after you had moved in, it was as if the three of you were physically incapable of taking a shower without the others being there. Changbin joked that it was as if they had made it just for the three of you in some kind of destined way.

“Hmmm well, I think that we should make use of that as soon as possible.”

Jisung let out a happy little hum in agreement then angled himself up to plant a couple quick kisses on your mouth and nose. Changbin threw down your array of pillows and other blankets, draping them over chairs to make a little tent like the three of you were toddlers hidden away in your secret place.

“Sungie sandwich!!!” Jisung suddenly gasped out, “Binnie come on!!”

Changbin scoffed, “I guess it has been a while...can’t say no to that.”

Jisung squealed and the two of you made space for your boyfriend to come slide himself on the other side and make a proper “Sungie sandwich.” He kissed careful lips into the crook of Jisung’s neck which made the other boy giggle out in a tizzy: not only was he sensitive there, but it would tickle him too. You reached your arms over to tangle your fingers up in Changbin’s dark locks which were just as soft as you remembered.

“This feels so amazing.” You sighed into Jisung who had crept his hands up your shirt.

“It does.” Changbin agreed. “We’re complete again.”

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Small bed no more was right.

Jisung patted the middle spot, wearing only a white tee and his boxers.

“Your spot awaits you princess.”

“Don’t mind if I do!”

Changbin sauntered over while he brushed his teeth, abandoning the idea of a shirt all together.

Your eyes widened, “...Bin--”

“--What?” He smugly smirked. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before?”

“N-no.”

Your other boyfriend scoffed, “He certainly knows that he’s hot, doesn’t he?”

“He sure does.” Changbin dished out a prideful wink.

With sarcasm laced in your voice, you turned to Jisung to say, “I’m so sorry you had to deal with that while I was gone.”

Changbin’s voice echoed from the bathroom “HE LIKED IT!”

Jisung waved him off, settling to beckon you under the thick and cozy comforter that you had daydreamed of more than once.

“Are you comfy?” He hushed.

“Mmhm! Comfiest I’ve been in months.”

Just as he always would, Jisung would wrap you up so tight that it might’ve been a little suffocating--but it wasn’t like you minded in the slightest. The top of his poofy hair smelled like grapefruits somehow, and you hadn’t realized how much you had missed it. The feeling of your bare legs intertwined, and there was nothing that came close to such a perfect feeling.

Your other boyfriend clicked off the light, then engulfed the both of you with his rather strong and intimidating arms. You knew for a fact that they were nothing but cuddly and harmless. Being like this with them was what you had missed most, and it was finally yours for the taking.

“Are you guys asleep yet?” Jisung whispered after approximately five minutes of silence.

“No,” Changbin murmured. “What is it?”

“I-I dunno, I can’t fall asleep, I just keep thinking...”

You flopped over to face him, “What is it Sungie? Everything okay?”

Your adorable boyfriend stammered, then shied under the comforter in the dark of the room. “I-I don’t know if now is the right time, but...” It was noticeable how his tone had changed; you and Changbin knew it well. Jisung’s pitch would raise and his voice would crack when he wanted something.

Changbin leaned over to click the light back on. “Sung, you don’t have to be so coy about it. I think that Y/n and I know you better than you know yourself.”

Jisung’s eyes widened in his embarrassment, “You what??”

Your headstrong boyfriend sighed, “Use your words Sungie.”

His cheeks turned rosy, then he peeped, “It’s just that it’s been a really long time and I can’t stop thinking about it, and...Bin and I didn’t really do anything for like a week cause--”

Your head whipped in Changbin’s direction, “What?”

Changbin nodded solemnly saying, “Let him finish.”

“--C-cause I wanted us to wait for when you came back so it could be like, extra special? Or...something like that.” He threw the blanket over his head. “It sounds so dumb when I say it out loud.”

You really didn’t deserve someone like Jisung. Not in this lifetime or the next. You felt your limbs practically turn to jelly to hug your shy boyfriend.

“It’s not dumb!! Not at all!! I think that it’s so sweet! You wanted to wait for me? Oh, baby...”

With the blanket pulled back, you held his glistening eyes with yours. He really was irresistible when he would get like this.

“I’m assuming that you wanna stop waiting, hm?”

Changbin joined you in leaning over the shiest of you three, then shrugged down the cotton of your loose t-shirt to paint kisses into your shoulder. In the chill of the room, the warmth contrasted beautifully.

“Yes or no Sungie? Because I defin--”

“--Yes! Uh--I mean, yes, but--only if you aren’t too tired or if you want to.”

“Sungie, how can I say no to you?” You bowed your neck to press loving little kisses into his lips which still tasted faintly of mint. He immediately give into you, grabbing out to hold your neck firmly as you did so. His hips squirmed slightly, as did his legs--he always was such an impatient baby.

Changbin scooched in closer to caress down your back as you filled your boyfriend with every single kiss that you had been waiting months to give him.

His voice was as soft as velvet, and full of his immense love for the two of you. Seeing both of you like this made him swell with such as sense of admiration, it was as if it was a high for him. “We’ll take care of you Sungie, we’d love to.”

Even from Changbin’s praises, Jisung’s whole body would shiver, and you could feel it on your tongue too when you had politely asked for him to allow you entrance.

Jisung set to work pulling your shirt up over your arms once you turned to Changbin to kiss over him roughly. He had liked it more that way: a collision of lips and teeth grazing over the softer parts of your mouth, gasps getting caught in between and the heat of tongues twisting as if you were as sweet as honey. As soon as you were rid of your shirt two sets of hands greedily crept up your body to twist and pull at your nipples which had hardened in seconds. Your head fell to Changbin’s shoulder while they teased and flicked at your sensitive buds until they hurt.

“She’s so pretty, isn’t she?” Changbin growled, then cradled your head to lay you down.

“The prettiest.” Jisung agreed, then hooked his fingers under the lacy part of your underwear that you might’ve worn with the purpose of them not staying on you for long. In return, you tugged at both of their waistbands for them to do the same. Cloth hit the bedside floor, and all that was left was Jisung’s shirt which you pulled off yourself. You only had a couple moments to look in the dim lighting of the room, but both of them had already dripped lightly with pearly drips of pre-cum and their hardening dicks throbbed against the mattress. Not only was it a heavenly sight to behold, but you knew that both of them were entirely for you.

Changbin leaned down to flick his tongue around your hardened bud, then used his hand to kneed at your other breast with his powerful grasp. Jisung pulled your face towards him with hungry little whimpers that tickled your bottom lip, so you returned the favor by pulling his with your teeth. He recoiled beautifully from the feeling, and you saw your prefect window to slither down his body and wrap your hand around his pink cock. At first, you grazed your thumb over his slit roughly.

“Did you miss my hand on your cock Sungie? Look at you...so hard for me, so worked up...do you want it that bad, baby?”

“Y-yes, p-please...”

Changbin kissed his way up your neck from your breasts sparkling from his saliva, then sucked love bites onto your collarbones and the soft parts of your neck. “Angel, I want to see you with Sungie’s dick in your mouth, can you do that?”

You nodded, reveling in Changbin’s instructions. There was something about being told exactly what to do that made you feel so pliable. Changbin knew it well. You then worked kisses down your boyfriend’s body, pausing for a moment to flick your tongue over his nipples in the way that made his whole chest flush with pink. He laughed out in his pleasure with an airy breath too. You kissed gently at first, teasing your lips over, then sucking harshly with a trailing of teeth. His back arched, and he let out a delightful “ah-fuck!”

You finished by peppering other little marks on his chest which faded from pink to violet in a matter of seconds.

“Babyboy, you wanna taste my cock too?” Changbin greedily rose to kneel, then pumped his fist with tiny trailing breaths.

Jisung’s eyes turned into full moons at the sight, then nodded excitedly while angling himself correctly. You and your boyfriend exchanged prideful little glances over the other’s eagerness. The pads of your fingers traced down Jisung’s thin frame, ghosting over his flaring abs and drawing little scribbles into his ribs. Your perfect position was set between this quivering thighs which welcomed you easily, and you took his deliciously pink cock in your hand to tease at him with thick stripes. You gathered saliva on your tongue so he could feel it, then used another hand to pump at him too.

Jisung flattened out his tongue to swirl it around his boyfriends angrily red tip and maintained eye contact as Changbin preferred. As the smallest boy dipped his head in closer, Changbin entangled his fingers with those gorgeous caramel trellises. He sighed out at the feeling of his cock hitting the back of Jisung’s throat, and groaned out lowly once he heard the other choke on it lightly.

“Fuck baby. Just like that..”

You then took in Jisung’s length as deeply as you could: and it was no easy feat. Where Changbin dominated in girth, Jisung made up for in length. The action sent Jisung whining helplessly on Changbin’s dick, which only drove the other boy further into his passion.

“You take me so well Sungie.” He cooed, and pulled out for Jisung to catch a few desperate gasps.

Your saliva gathered in the corner of your mouth, and you licked it up and down the sides of Jisung’s cock-- but only for a few moments. You swallowed him down, pushing down the back of your throat just as you had long learned how to do. Merely feeling the weight of him in your mouth sent your pussy throbbing and your legs twisting for some kind of sensation. Of course, Changbin had noticed.

“Open your legs sweetheart.”

You did as you were told, and his thick fingers came journeying through your soaked folds, and he toyed with your clit and slicked his fingers with your arousal. His index and middle finger circled around you: it was a sensation that you had dreamed of endlessly.

“Mm, Bin...” You moaned onto Jisung’s cock.

“Pretty pussy of yours must’ve missed this, hm? My fingers fucking your wet little cunt? I missed it too...”

You tried your best to maintain your strength once you had returned to sucking off Jisung’s dick, but you only seemed to unravel further. He rutted his hips into your mouth needily--an action which teased at your gag reflex, but you were stronger than that.

Jisung’s own slobber fell down the side of his neck which Changbin held, just so he could feel the way that he filled up his boyfriends throat. With his other hand, he dipped it further inside your pussy, fucking you slowly at first. You knew that he loved the way that your slick sounded on his fingers. In response, your helpless moans vibrated on your boyfriend’s dick.

“Y/n, I want your mouth too.” Changbin asked gravely with hooded and darkened eyes. You knew what you had to do next. His fingers slipped out from you, and you loathed feeling so empty, but you weren’t one to disobey him either.

Changbin made space for you to lay on your stomach next to Jisung and then tapped his wetted dick on your lips as well, leaving Jisung gasping next to you.

“Fucking show me how much you missed me.”

You took him in, and you had nearly forgotten how sizeable he really was. It was startling, and as soon as you took in his full length, you had to fight back tears over how thick he really was. Regardless, the way that he could stretch you out like this was purely addictive.

“Oh...fuck--baby...” Your boyfriends voice dropped several decibels. “My babies suck my dick s-so good don’t they?”

Jisung nodded in his wonder at you, and Changbin dipped his thumb into his mouth afterword. Jisung always did love the taste.

Changbin caressed your full cheek, “Don’t forget to share.”

You took a deep breath, then let Jisung take his turn again. As he did so, you resumed your work at jerking off his dripping tip, and he reached to slide between your folds with long fingers.

With both of your adoring glances, you and Jisung kissed and lapped up the sides of your boyfriend’s dick and his eyes rolled back at the ethereal sight.

“H-holy sh-shit--”

Your hips buckled once Jisung let his fingers plunge inside of you and high pitched mewls sent you clawing at Changbin’s hips for balance.

“W-wait...” Changbin pulled himself away, and you knew that he must’ve been practicing the best restraint he could. “Sungie, you wanna taste her pussy too? Taste how sweet she is?”

Jisung smiled widely, despite being a bit of slobbery and tear-stained himself.

“I’ve been waiting for months to!”

You looked to Changbin for approval.

“Sit on his face then sweetheart? Wouldn’t you like to ride his face for me?”

You nodded in your thrill, and the bedsheets crinkled under the sound of the three of you shifting your bodies back into the proper position.

As it often would, the windows to your room fogged with steam--even though it was a beautiful spring evening. Pillows were strewn everywhere, and some of them nearly fell off the bed. Nevertheless, you had never been cozier wrapped in the clean threads and with your sweating skin pressed against heated bodies.

Jisung firstly kissed at your wet lips, teasing and humming happily into them. He grabbed onto both of your thighs to open you further then pulled your folds apart to kiss directly on your bud--an action which sent you nearly screaming over how intense it all felt.

“You can be loud for us baby. There’s nothing to be scared of here.”

It was as if a switch had flipped within you, and each and every lap of Jisung’s tongue felt like the most euphoric sensation you had ever experienced. He looked utterly adorable under you with his pink and juicy tongue running stripes over your clit. Merely watching him like this was enough to bring you to your first orgasm.

“D-don’t stop S-sung...” You rolled your hips over his lips.

Changbin had snaked himself farther down Jisung’s body which glistened with a thin layer of sweat. He clicked the bottle of lube, then smoothed it over his length, finally aligning it over the smaller boy. Your hands grabbed out for something to hold onto: one of them within Jisung’s hair, and the other squeezing painfully into the headboard.

“Rough or slow Sungie?” Changbin laughed out wickedly.

“R-rough...” Jisung moaned onto your pussy, “H-hard...”

Changbin entered your boyfriend carefully, and both of them shuddered at the feeling. The room was full of all of your eroticism, and Jisung groaned out loudly at the connection. From the sounds your orgasm drew itself out too, and it was heightened even more when Jisung moved to pump his fingers deeply into you as well. He curved his fingertips in the way that grazed your cervix, and then sent you quivering pathetically over his face. Lower, Changbin dug his fingers into his boyfriends hips slamming into him without pause, and panting haphazardly.

“C-can yo-you cum for me??” Jisung whimpered in a way that was much too cute for his own good.

“Yes.” You answered, then fucked your hips over his plush lips and you clenched your teeth hard against your lip “Mm-fingers, Sung--please...”

Jisung did as he was told, and maintained his pace stimulating your g-spot then, and begging an orgasm out of your body. He himself whimpered like a puppy while he was fucked out. Had you not been focusing on your orgasm, you wished you could see it all happen.

“Ji--fuck--” Your hips violently shook, and you came with a searing heat that locked your walls tight around his fingers and dripped even further down your shaking thighs and splattered into his delicate features. It didn’t startle him at all, but he merely licked his lips free of your slick.

“B-Bin--” He gasped out, then you fell down in your aftershocks to watch the way that Changbin spread out your gorgeous boyfriend with sweat dripping down his chest and from his brow.

“Ride him, baby.” Changbin immediately ordered. “I want you to cum all over his dick, got it?”

With grabby hands, Jisung pulled you right into his chest once you had straddled him. He played with your nipples for a few fleeting moments as you got situated pushing his cock into your pussy still trembling from your last orgasm.

It was beautiful how he could fill you up like this. It was intimacy incomparable a closeness that only you had shared with him. In fact, he had actually been somewhat of a virgin when the three of you had met, and both you and Changbin were his first time. Knowing that he had only shared this part of himself with you and your boyfriend felt intoxicating in a way.

You flicked your hips over his length, and focused your strength on fucking him slowly compared to how relentless Changbin kept his pace at.

“I love you baby. Jisung, I love you so much.” You held his gaze.

Two tears fell from his cheeks--not out of sadness, but of his pure love for you.

He begged with a quivering lip, “Please kiss me.”

And you did. You kissed Jisung like he was as fragile as flower petals that could break with the smallest tear. You kissed his lips as sweet as candy and you kissed the last bits of your arousal away on the corners of his mouth.

Still, “Harder...” He begged, and your hips dipped lower and quicker over him.

“Want me to fuck you harder babyboy?”

Changbin threw his hands on your shoulders, then ran them down your spine to feel the way that you moved over Jisung’s dick.

“Want us to fuck you until you can’t say any more?” You tutted.

“Fuck, Sung, you feel so--”

“G-gonna make me cum-ngh!”

Changbin angled the boys hip up a bit further, and the sound of skin on skin filled the room.

You sang out the phrase, “~I didn’t hear you say it Sungie~”

Jisung’s face screwed up, and he gasped out loud enough for the neighbors to likely hear, but that didn’t matter in the slightest.

“Fuck me please.”

The thickness of the air in the bedroom clouded, and you fucked your beautiful boyfriend with your tightening walls as hard and as fast as you could, right until you brought yourself to the brink of another trembling orgasm, right over his dick. Changbin gifted a stinging slap to your ass then bit kisses into your shoulder right as you came undone for the second time, and Jisung’s eyes rolled to the back of his head once he came inside you at the very same moment. Your velvet walls tightened around his ribbons of cum inside and you collapsed against his gasping chest to warm him after his release.

Changbin set himself loose, groaning out loudly as he came too, and shook with delighted laughter that was mixed up in his happy little “oh’s.” and the hitch of his breath. His restless hands caressed every inch of your body that he could as he brought himself down, finally bowing down to kiss right into your shoulder blades and back. Jisung called out his boyfriend’s name too while he shook around him.

You coaxed yourself free of Jisung’s dick and Changbin wondered in the way that Jisung and made a creamy mess of your pussy. He then did the same watching how his seed spilled out of Jisung as well.

“Wow.”

The three of your sweating bodies clambered flat onto the mattress and the room fell quiet, leaving space for your breaths and the way that the spring evening sounded outside of your window: distant car horns, the hush of the breeze, the ebb and flow of the early arrival of cicadas.

“Are you okay?” Changbin asked the both of you with worried hands running over both of your sweating forms.

“Y-yeah. I am.” You smiled.

Jisung shied his flushed face with one of the bedsheets. “Me too.”

“I think...if you’d like, maybe the three of us could kind of, sorta, I dunno, stay connected for a little bit?” Changbin smoothed down the little hairs on your arm with the gentlest touch.

“If Y/n wants to?”

You exhaled peacefully into both of your boyfriends arms, and gave them a little hum to say yes. Changbin carefully wetted his dick with your slick, then guided himself into you pussy with his half hard dick, and it felt like a dream. Jisung too took a bit of lube in his hand as well, then pumped his dick with a shiver to then slide himself into your ass. The two of them swept over your body with light and fleeting kisses to your neck, shoulders, cheeks, nose and lips. You stayed the same: wonderfully full, and so close to them that it must’ve been unreal. While it hurt a little how they had stretched you out, you wiggled your hips still to feel even more of it. Your boyfriends sighed out at the feeling.

“Sweetheart, you do that any more and you’re gonna make us want to fuck you again.” Changbin scoffed.

“What if I want you to?” You traced the way that his deep brown hair curved over his ear. “What if I want you to fuck me like this...close...slowly...?”

“Sung?”

“If she wants to, I want to as well.”

Changbin held your hips firmly under the blanket, then started his slow thrusts into you with his dick that indulgently grew hard once more.

He whispered the promise over your lips, “We can do that for you baby.”

You don’t know how long the three of you had remained as such. Time became nothing of your concern as the night slipped on and both of them took every ounce of their time with you, slowly fucking up into your pussy and ass, the sounds of your slick renewed filled up the room. They brought out a couple more shaking orgasms from your core, each of them followed by careful kisses to soothe your shaking body.

“Such a good girl for us.” Jisung nibbled into your ear. His hand got tangled with the sheets too where he reached around to twist your nipples between his fingers.

“How do you want it baby? Do you want it inside?”

Changbin’s skin filled up your palm, then you slung a leg over his hip so he could hit your g-spot perfectly.

“P-please?”

“Of course. Sung?”

“--Mm-m’ close too.”

A few more moments of your symphonic moans, and you unfolded between them: one last orgasm that was so encompassing that you had slipped right into a space so safe, that you felt as if nothing in the world could touch you. Changbin finished off with unexpectedly adorable sounding grunt, and he throbbed within you to the tune of Jisung doing the same.

“Shit.” Jisung giggled, then nuzzled his head right into the nape of your neck.

“How was that angel?”

“Do you even need to ask?”

The three of you found solace in the skin on skin of it all: three people, three bodies that could be closer than two bodies ever could.

“Ready to clean off in our big-ass shower?” Jisung wiggled you in his giant hug.

“Small shower no more.”

“The problem is, who’s gonna get up first to get the water running?”

Condensation dripped down the windows, and the curtains blew softly with the spring air invading the room and carrying the smell of flowers and the mist lingering in grass.

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Water dripped like rain over the pink of muscles and intermingled with the iridescent drops of soap bubbles which held little rainbows in and of themselves. Hair slicked to the sides of faces, and transparent streams coursed down the simple breaths on rising chests. Steam filled up your lungs, a reminder that it was all real.

You were here with them. It wasn’t some kind of dream that you had painted while in that room alone with yourself and the buzzing of a TV speaking in tongues that you didn’t know.

Even though they said nothing, but rather touched your body down, you could hear their thoughts like a melody.

They loved every bit of you, and it was written on their faces times two.

~🌹~

Bunch of (Ro)ses!

@minaamhh @dazzlehoseok @synnocence @jjewibeans @hyunsluvv @unexceptional-h @bobawithchaitea @lechanters @sailorhyunjinz @silencefavarchive @eunaeiekim @julesinthesoop

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wissbby · 4 years ago

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Boyfriend head-canon - Oikawa Tо̄ru

⤙ Summary: basically, a head-canon about how I imagine Oikawa in a relationship. ⊹ Genre: fluff, smut and a tiny bit of angst ⊹ Word count: 1779 ⊹ Warnings: NSFW ⤙ Author’s note: this head-canon is a bit bigger than I anticipated. I still feel like I’m missing so much more so I might edit this in the future and add onto it. For now, I hope you just enjoy it :)

So, let's say you and Oikawa got together.

I don't see Oikawa as someone who opens up easy. It takes the man a lot of time and trust so you'll have to be patient if you want to develop a relationship with him.

You must've been (very very good) friends before he even sees you as a potential significant other.

I've seen a lot of Haikyuu fans bashing on the man because of that one scene with Kageyama. They don't realise that Oikawa was at his lowest point during this moment and was overall just doing very, very bad.

It's also a scene where we get to see Oikawa's fakes finally breaking down.

You need to show Oikawa you're there for him, even if he pushes you away at the very beginning.

He's afraid to show you his insecurities, even if you're already aware of them in the first place.

He's just so so afraid of losing you. He’s afraid you’ll leave him behind once you get to see the other -not so pretty- side of him.

So, try to break him,

in a good way, of course.

Also, give him a lot of space. And by this, I mean, give the man attention but let him do his things like he always has done.

Even though you're now his partner, Oikawa is still selfish in that perspective. He won't try his hardest best to change his schedule for you.

You know volleyball is important to him, right? So you must understand why he won't do so.

Trust me,

He'll come back running once he realises this kind of behaviour was the exact reason his ex broke up with him.

"I'm so sorry. It's just- I'll try harder."

And if Oikawa says so, he really means it. This man keeps his promises, I'll give him that.

He's just very insecure about a lot of things, though he might not show that side of him immediately.

If you've come across the point where Oikawa fully knows he's accepted by you, he'll show you his true colours.

Expect him to break down in front of your -yet to be opened- front door.

Just take the man inside and comfort him.

He likes to be pampered.

Now, onto a bit more fluffy stuff.

This man is one hundred per cent the affectionate type.

If he wants to feel your skin, he will do anything in his power to do so.

Out in public but suddenly craving you? He's kissing your forehead and pushing you against his chest while holding your waist with his right arm and intertwining your hands with his left hand.

Together in one's bedroom? He'll either plop on top of you, burying his head into the crook of your neck with his body all over yours or will push you against his chest and let you rest your head in the crook of his neck while running his hands slowly through your hair until he hears your evening breaths.

He just likes to know you're still there with him.

Sorry buddy's, it's the insecurities.

It's also a way of apologising for the time he loses with you because of volleyball. He tries his hardest best to make the time you two have unforgettable.

If he finally got a day off, he will one hundred per cent take you on a date.

Expect this man to go all out.

Clothes, shoes, accessories, oh yeah, and the date itself too

He almost forgot about that, but let's ignore that for now

Okay, so these are the type of dates he would definitely take you on,

Coffeeshop dates, picnics, star-gazing, home-theatre.

Let me explain each date

Coffeeshop dates: it has to be one of those cosy, very warm atmosphere shops. He likes to see a lot a brown, dark green, some orange and of course, plants. It's an aesthetic the pretty setter loves to be surrounded by to unwind from everything going on.

It's also a perfect colour palette for his Instagram feed.

He'd wear a grey sweater with vinyl pants and -of course- wear his glasses to add to the look.

This mf is actually blind without them but only wears them when they match his outfit.

Anyway,

Picnics: Oikawa would take care of everything. The only thing you need to do is just be there. He likes to lay down with you, telling you about his day/week. The pretty scenery above your heads and in front of you keeps amazing him. He will never get tired of the prettiness Mother Nature offers. Bonus!! Bring him milk bread and he’ll spin you around before settling you back on the ground and pecking your lips ever so slightly.

Star-gazing: I see Oikawa as an intelligent human being. Besides that, he is very curious about various things. He almost always has a question about something. If he feels romantic or just simply wants to see you, he’ll call you when the sun has set, telling you he is waiting for you outside. I know for a fact that this dude has some secret hide-out since he was a child. He hasn’t shared it with anyone, not even Iwaizumi, because it was his spot to completely shut the outside world out. He really doubted whether he should tell you about it or not. But, he wanted to show you himself, all of him. He loves you too much to let you be apart of that “outside world”. Arriving at the spot, he would lay down with you in the tall grass, eyes immediately fixating on the bright stars. He would point out the zodiac signs, telling you some facts about his sign and yours (yes, he did his research). On the court, Oikawa feels big. He feels big with his team and is not afraid to lose if it were with them. But now that he lays underneath the big open sky, he realises how tiny he is in this universe. He starts to think about how lucky he is to have met you in this big universe. Expect some sappy shit and maybe some tears if he feels vulnerable.

Home-theatre: sometimes, it’s better to stay indoors with your loved one. And Oikawa completely agrees with that. After a long week of school or work he just likes to unwind. Now, he would invite you over. And girl- when I tell you what he did. You didn’t exactly expect a fort in front of his television. But then again, we are talking about Oikawa here. It’s adorable, though. There are fairy lights all over the place, candles lit and an unnecessary amount of pillows and fluffy blankets. You both lay down and pick a movie. Settling on “Ponyo” because Oikawa once mentioned the drawing style makes him feel at ease. This man has one of his arms either wrapped around your figure or intertwined his fingers with you. He prefers to have you cuddled into him, whether that be spooning or laying on top of his chest. He just likes to keep you close. It’s these moments Oikawa cherishes the most: the domestic ones.

Let’s hope I fed you enough fluffy content because I’m ready to flip the switch once again.

Like I mentioned before, Oikawa is a curious man.

And this also applies to kinks.

I know for a fact he is not scared to try out new things. He just wants two things: trust and honesty.

He wants you to trust him and trust you. He also wants you and him to be as honest as possible.

Do you not like something even though he seemed to be into it? Tell him, he wants it to be as equally enjoyable for you as it is for him.

Now, I’ve seen a lot of headcanons telling Oikawa is a switch with sub tendencies.

I’m only gonna have to agree on the first part.

This kid is, indeed, a switch. However, he is more of a switch with dom tendencies, in my eyes.

Big on praise, like, very big.

Secretly likes receiving more than giving, but you never heard that from me.

He also is into slight bondage. Handcuffs, ropes etc.

He likes to tie you up and block your sight. It makes him feel in control.

Also, the way you squirm whenever he’s breathing or whispering into your ear when you least expect it, gets him rock hard every time.

However, do the same to him and he’ll obey.

After being the fattest brat ever, of course.

#pegoikawa2020

Some other kinks he has are breath play, cockwarming, degradation, role-play, overstimulation, pain, food-play, stockings, cute lingerie and sadism.

(There are so many more kinks he likes and I want to go into detail about all of these but this shit will get too long so I won’t. Request if you want to see what I’d say about his kinks.)

He can go all out.

But Oikawa prefers the more gentle sex where you just take time to enjoy each other’s carcasses.

Is super vulnerable whenever that happens and has indeed broken down a couple of times during the act.

He can’t help it: he loves you too much that he can’t even keep on that facade anymore.

Aftercare with this baby is so cute.

If the previous moments were a lot rougher, he likes to check up on you and praise you for your work.

However, he gets you a glass of water and a towel to clean up the mess every time.

When taken care of, he likes to plop down and just hold you as close as possible. Usually runs his fingers through your hair to confirm you’re still there with him.

Falls asleep real quick, ngl

If I can give you a piece of advice: get up the morning after to make him breakfast

It’s something small but Oikawa really feels loved whenever he’s taking care of

Asks you to take place beside him and shares his breakfast with you

Yes, he is the type to put food into his mouth and share it with you with the help of a kiss that transfers the piece of food into your own mouth

Mornings like these are intimate and Oikawa cherishes them the most

Usually followed by just a lazy day of enjoying the presence of one another and probably some romance anime or Black Mirror binge watch.

Overall, this baby needs a lot of reassurance in his relationship. Let him know you’re there and won’t leave him (one of his, if not biggest, insecurities). Make him feel loved and let him take his time to warm up to you. Oikawa is worth the wait.

Bonus!!

Iwaizumi is so very glad to see his best friend happy. He’s very grateful you two have met. Will never not show you how much he appreciates him.

“Thank you for loving him, Y/n-san,” Iwaizumi would say, voice lowered in hopes his friend wouldn’t be eavesdropping.

“Iwa-chan! Are you flirting with my girlfriend?”

“Shut up, shittykawa! You don’t deserve someone as good as her!”

He’s just happy his best friend is finally able to share his insecurities with someone he loves so much.

You’re a blessing to the both of them.

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seijohsfairy · 4 years ago

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this is entirely self indulgent bc i dreamed this and needed to get it out of my brain. the cervix killer doms will now take up all of my brain power for the next four business weeks thank you (i really wanted to add romero and sokolov in there as well but i don’t know them that well so maybe in the future! they’re also cervix killers tho hmmmm)

.wordc. 2k+ (i tried so hard to keep it shorter than normal djshjnfks) tw gangbang, free use, anal, cockwarming, daddy, size kink, spit, age gap (meian’s pretty, young girlfriend being used ♡ the dream)

When you’re rocked awake, it’s because soft kisses are trailed down the expanse of your neck, your body feeling tight and heated already. It takes a few moments to come to, blinking your sleep-filled eyes against the light peeking through the curtain. “Mornin’,” a voice comes, a deep rumble that is breathed into your hair and trembles through your body with how close he’s pressed to your back. “My pretty baby,” he chuckles when a soft whine falls from your throat, then followed by a choked gasp when you remember the state he left you in when falling asleep.

Cock still hard inside you, your hole fluttering around it as he shifts his hips. “Ah, daddy—,” you whimper, sleep leaving your body much quicker when you realize how wet you are, “did you -hm, even sleep?” Your squeaked voice makes him laugh, pulling your smaller body back into his and tangling his long legs with yours. Every shift pulls a noise from your mouth though, because though you’ve taken his cock plenty of times before, it’s still a massive stretch to take him.

“Mhm. Woke up an hour ago tho.” Your cheeks heat up when he presses a kiss to your cheek, before suddenly grabbing onto your waist and shoulders. Before you can ask, not that you’re awake enough to say much of use anyway, he rolls the both of you over so he’s laying on his back and you whine at the teasing shift of his hips. “Gotta wake up, baby girl, m’gonna have to leave for practice in a bit.” He keeps your back on his chest as he motions his hand towards your thigh, and you whimper when lifting your knees towards your chest.

He grabs them for you and keeps them against your chest, before letting out a deep breath. “Such a good girl for me,” the affectionate words are pressed to your cheek, before he holds your hips in place to pull back out of your clenching hole so slowly. “Want daddy to fuck you like this?” he asks, and you close your eyes when nodding, trying not to tense up when the head of his cock is the only thing remaining inside you. You’re glad for the lube still covering your ass from last night, since it lets him slide right back in with minimal effort, filling out entirely and making your head tilt back with a hiss.

“Hmng- oh,” you gasp, grabbing your own tits to focus on the pleasure of the stretch even more as he pulls out and pistons back in so good, grunting. “Love your cock, daddy, love it- s-so much, feels so good.” He hums as he bottoms out faster, keeping you down against his thrusts as your tits bounce each time his cock fills you. You rub your own nipples to distract from the way your needy pussy clenches around nothing, but it still feels so good. Driving his fat cock into your ass and breathing praises into your ear, you almost forget when you hear the click of the door to the room next door, eyes shooting open.

Towel swung around his shoulders and face and chest still a bit flushed from the hot water, he pauses when glancing at the bed. You must look pretty pathetic right now, in all fairness. Hair a mess and holding onto yourself as Meian doesn’t stop fucking into you for a second, the wet slaps of skin meeting skin almost enough to cover the way you whimper with each thurst. But then Oliver cracks a smile, and closes the door to his hotel room. “Good morning,” he says, bending a little as he walks through the room to your bed. “In a hurry? We still have plenty of time.” He leans down to press a chase kiss on your lips, and when you pout, another one.

Meian grunts as he rolls over now, leaving you back on your side but facing the other man who kneels next to the bed, using the arm he’s resting on to reach over and grab hold of your throat. “Not -oh hmng fuck- in a hurry, just wanting her real bad,” he responds quickly, leaning onto his elbow to watch his teammate. “The rest?” he asks, ignoring the way you arch your back and open your mouth with little gasps, tears creeping up at the corners of your eyes.

“They’re on their way.” Barnes smiles when you whine at that, air constricted and blood rushing between your ears from the pressure, but still needing more. He slips his boxers down his thighs and drops the towel in the same spot on the floor before getting onto the bed with you, trying to give you some room despite the lack of space with two giant men on the bed. The poor queen size shakes, narrowly missing the wall each time Shugo fucks up into you like this. Your pussy dripping around nothing, aching to be filled.

“Daddy, daddy, m’close, please,” you whisper through a squeezed throat, trying to turn over your shoulder for a kiss. He can’t give it though, focused on the way your tiny hole stretches to take the thick length sliding in and out, glistening because of the lube. He lets go of your leg to spank your ass instead, as you whine and cry when the familiar surge of pain comes through you.

“You know to use your words.” Another one comes down on the same spot, before he kneads the tender skin to soothe it a little.

“Oh- f-fuck. Fuck, fuck, ahh- daddy,” you cry when he kisses along the side of your neck, biting there and making you shake, blinking against the tears as you drop your face back to the mattress to hide into it, “can you please touch me. M’gonna cum. Can I cum, pretty -hm- p-please?”

His hand quickly finds your clit, circling around it a few times to collect the slick onto his fingers, then rubbing back and forward over the puffy bud just right. You pinch your nipples as you shift, legs clenching and belly pulling so tight, as you’re bounced on his cock without slowing. “Oh- f—fuck, cumming! Daddy, thank you thankyouthankyou! Mhm- so good,” your squeezed voice comes. Your orgasm hits hard, leaving you twitching in his hold and knocking the air out of you. You see back dots before you shut your eyes tight, being fucked through the pleasure until the relentless rubbing of your sensitive clit starts hurting.

“Ah -aah, enough, daddy. Enough, please!” you try to cry against his hand, still tight around your neck.

But he keeps going until you feel him shudder, chasing his own orgasm without slowing his ruthless thrusts, pulling you even closer to his sweat-covered chest. And the overstimulation is worth it to hear his voice. “So —fucking tight, pretty girl,” he grunts, and another pump has him shooting ropes of hot, white cum into your ass as he fucks through it, finally letting go of the tight hold on your neck. Blood rushes back to your brain as you clench around him to milk the last of his cum into your spent body, before he stills behind you with a deep sigh. “Shit, baby, you’re squeezing my cock so tight.”

Oliver sits against the headboard, and reaches over his palm towards your face for a moment, as you try your best to stay coherent at all. “Spit,” he says and you hum softly at his order. As the man behind you kneads the soft skin of your thighs and trails his fingers in between your legs again already, you focus enough to open your mouth as your spit drips into his palm. He spits into his hand too, before wrapping it around his huge cock and moving it up and down so slow. So close, bead of precum going down the length of it and looking so tasty. And the thought alone is enough to have your walls tightening.

Your boyfriend groans when pulling out, before slowly helping you sit up onto the bed and gently tapping your cheek. “Good, doll?” When you let out a little hum, blinking and looking around the room, he blows out a warm laugh, pressing a few kisses to your shoulders.

You don’t react when the door is opened this time, Adriah’s face is still marred with sleep and his hair sticking out in weird directions. He too bends a little when walking through the entrance and dragging his feet over to the bed. He’s the only one who seems to not be a morning person, and you can’t help but relate.

“G’morning captain,” he croaks when coming to a halt next to the queen size, rubbing his eye a few times with the back of his hand. “When do we have practice?”

“All of us have to be in the gym in an hour or so,” an already awake and washed Fukuro cuts in as he walks through the door too, locking it behind himself and smiling a little at the sight splayed out in the room. You whine when Meian shifts to make more space, no longer pressing the entirety of his warmth into you and therefore leaving you empty and with goosebumps rising. “You look wide awake today,” the other captain jokes though, getting half a glare from you as you roll over onto your belly and drop your face into the dense mattress.

“Just do it, m’too tired to,” you huff into the plush, and you can hear Adriah mumble an agreement as he takes the spot next to Meian on the bed, running a hand up the length of your thigh until he reaches your dripping pussy and slides two long fingers in, shifting onto his hand and knees to nose at the curve of your ass.

“Me too,” he mumbles, and you almost feel bad. But then he jerks his curled fingers into you with a sigh, and your entire body jerks at the feeling. Meian laughs when you hiss and pull your face from the plush to rest it against his thigh instead, eyelids fluttering. Your little noises are soft compared to the lewd squelching of your pussy on Adriah’s fingers, mouth leaving a few marks on the soft skin of your ass before he bites through a yawn when pulling back. “Who’s turn is it?”

You shiver when the long fingers pull back out to slip lower, overstimulated clit being flicked again. Your mouth opens in a soundless cry, but your boyfriend just laughs it off. He knows how much you can take better than you do after all, and apparently you’re not quite there yet. “Oliver got here first,” Meian breathes when smiling down at you, brushing a hand over your hair. “So he can go first.” Then he gently lifts your chin for you so your face is aimed up towards him despite the effort it takes, and bites his lip. “Daddy’s gonna fuck your face right after everyone’s had a taste, okay?”

“Mhm,” you nod, smiling when he thumbs away your tears, “wanna be good for daddy and his friends.” You’re urged up onto your knees by Oliver and Adriah’s large hands, face still down into the bed, thighs urged apart with easy motions. It’s just so easy to fall into trusting all of them, being so much bigger and more experienced. Back pushed down by someone’s warm palm, you shake your hips a little as you feel someone settle in between them. “Want to make you all -ah, hmm, feel g-good,” you sniffle when Meian moves off the bed and the other men crowd closer, Oliver fucking his large cock into his fist before resting the warm head against your slit.

“You’ve yet to disappoint, princess.” Fukuro laughs when you try to push back on the thick length between your legs already, always too greedy to be stuffed overfull with cock like you haven’t been fucked for months. But it’s also what he likes about you so much, and how this even became a regular occurence in the first place. Meian’s pretty, cockhungry baby girl getting her pussy pounded by half the team.

As the last to have stripped down and dip the bed, you strain to turn your head towards the brunet when he speaks. “While your daddy goes to take a shower and gets hard for you again, think you can take my cock into that pretty mouth?” He brushes his thumb over your lips for a second, waiting for a reply. And when you blink up at him and nod, mouthing a ‘Yes sir,’ so sweetly, he pushes his thumb between your lips, grunting when you instantly start sucking on it.

He nods. “Hm. Such an obedient cocksleeve. You really are too cute.”

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kisskissbanggang · 5 years ago

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California Sunrise

[~20 Min. Read, ~4.5K Words -- Mystery Member 👀 x Female Reader -- Non-Idol AU -- Romance, NSFW, 1/2 Fluff, 1/2 Smut -- Spoilers in tags, summer romance, drinking, exhibitionism, cockwarming]

[Prompt "Champagne Giggles" for neowritingsnet Summer Writing Fest]

By now, you weren't sure if you couldn't fall asleep, or wouldn't fall asleep. Surely, it wasn't the summer heat keeping you up, since the ocean air cooled down considerably at night. It couldn't be the bed; it was the most comfortable thing you'd ever slept on. Perhaps it was the noise. The light and the noise. It was never completely dark here like it was back home, and never totally quiet.

Sitting up, you rifled through your pile of clothes that had taken up residence on the desk chair beside the bed and pulled out a hoodie. You weren't quite sure why you were tip-toeing through the living room of the condo -- your aunt would be working at the newsroom until well after the morning broadcast. A set of keys sat on the kitchen counter with a loving note offering to let you borrow the car, and this was the first time you had felt confident enough at all to take that opportunity.

It was only day three that you were in Malibu at your aunt's place. You wanted to take the summer before your graduation to truly relax, maybe scope out some grad schools while you were out here. The culture shock was huge, beginning from your landing at the Santa Barbara airport. Your aunt had her own cute little sign for you at baggage claim, squealing with delight at seeing you for the first time in years, but she was a whole other person on the freeway, expertly ducking in and out of traffic and unflinching when other drivers honked or flipped her off. You had spent the first couple days getting used to her gorgeous condo (that you had affectionately been calling the Malibu Barbie Beach Retreat) and getting shown around town, but you still hadn't been able to fall asleep, beginning from night one. Now your aunt was back at work, and you needed to get out of here and work out some of this energy. Maybe all you needed was a change of scenery.

You carefully climbed into the gorgeous sports car housed in the parking garage downstairs. The condo was in pristine condition, as was your aunt's own car, but this particular vehicle was in desperate need of some love and attention. Then again, why should she care for the car she valiantly won in the divorce? After all she'd been through, the least she could get was a fat wad of cash and the asshole's beloved car. So now here you were, trying to familiarize yourself with this hilariously nice ride just so you could bop around town with no real objective. Finally content with the mirrors and controls, you backed out of the space, picked a direction, and drove.

How did it figure, then, that of anywhere in the city you could end up, that you were sitting on the curb in front of a gas station convenience store? You sighed and thanked the one kind old man who had offered to help tow you off the busy main road and help replace your flat tire, insisting on giving him the sparse bills in your wallet for his trouble. However, a lack of cash made you antsy and this whole adventure was quickly turning into a bruise on your ego, so you poked into the convenience store to buy a couple snacks and a comically large slushie with your atm card. With cash in your wallet and some comfort food in your arms, you were feeling a little better as you headed out the entrance -- that is, you would be if it weren't for the stranger colliding with you in the doorway, upending your gigantic drink all over your school hoodie. You felt the giant blue patch all over your (thankfully) black pullover before you saw it, looking up to see an appropriately horrified guy looking back at you.

"Oh -- oh my god, I am so sorry, holy crap--"

"No no, it's fine." You put your hand up to stop his babbling. You felt bad. He'd be cute if you had time and this wasn't some random encounter, his handsome features making him look a bit like a cute owl.

"Are you sure? The least I can do is buy you a new one--"

"Thank you, truly, but no thank you. It's just one of those nights; no big deal."

You stepped around the guy, out the door into the night air that blasted the wet patch on your hoodie to be freezing cold. You beeped open the car, piled the snacks into the driver's seat and stripped off your sticky top layer. The t-shirt you had on underneath hadn't been so lucky: a giant blue stain was setting in on the white cotton. You attempted to pat it dry the best you could with your damp sweatshirt. Sighing, you caught the eye of the guy still in the gas station, now in line for the cashier. He still looked appalled. Maybe you made this one of "those nights" for him, too, now. You pulled on your best smile and shrugged for him, tried to wordlessly let him know there were no hard feelings as you flipped all your snacks into the passenger seat and climbed in.

After you pondered and considered what to do with your ruined shirt, you sat in the living room looking out over the balcony, munching on snacks and sipping on coffee until sunrise.

☀️🥂☀️🥂☀️🥂☀️🥂☀️🥂☀️🥂☀️🥂☀️

The next night it was the same story. You thought spending the daylight hours going on an adventure to get a new set of rear tires for the car, as well as supplies to tie-dye your stained shirt, would tire you out, but to no avail. This time, you took a different series of random turns and wound up at a corner store, renting a couple movies from the kiosk outside and loading up on more snacks for the night. You considered the cheap snowglobes across from the register as you waited for the cashier, genuinely considering a cute little one with a beach scene. The cashier called you up and you turned, gasping and glad you didn't have another drink in your hands as you turned back around and right into a stranger's chest.

"You're kidding, right? I can't be this unlucky for you," the stranger laughed. Your eyes widened as you let out giggle. The guy from last night? The chances were miniscule, but here he was. "Can I at least buy you a new drink now?"

You shook your head. "Thank you, but no thank you. I'll tell you what, though. If I run into you again you can get me a whole damn bottle of champagne. Deal?"

The stranger smiled wide and nodded. "Deal."

You returned his warm smile, giving a little wave after you paid the cashier and strolled out the door.

Returning to the Malibu Barbie Beach Retreat, you sat on the balcony, watching movies and snacking until surfers started arriving down the street for the breaks at dawn.

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Surely this would help you sleep. A late, midnight dinner in a diner you found would hopefully weigh your stomach down and help you get tired. You checked your relefction in your phone screen, noting you were starting to get some regrettable circles under your eyes. You were shaken out of your little bubble at the sound of something touching down on your table. Your food!

Or not.

A small bottle of champagne.

You swung your gaze up to find, sure enough, your faithful stranger pretending to sigh in exasperation at the edge of your table. "Turns out I can't even hit up my favorite diner without running into you, I guess." He laughed and gestured to the empty seat across you and, still a little stunned, you nodded.

"How do I know you're not just following me and you're actually going to kill me?"

The guy smiled. "You don't. But I can assure you right now that that's way too much work for me and I'm sure you're much cuter alive than dead."

You breezed past his sly compliment. "And the champagne?"

He shrugged. "I called your bluff and bought it right after I saw you last night. Just had it sitting in my car and, sure enough, here you are."

The waitress came with your food greeted him by name, confirming his claim. "Taeil." He only asked for coffee and a couple glasses.

"So, Taeil," you prodded, "what were you up to last night?"

"The last couple nights you caught me when I got off work. Or, rather, I caught you. I was just heading to the gym last night when I saw you. What about you?"

"Couldn't sleep." You sheepishly admitted.

"Hey, me neither! That's why I started working nights."

The waitress came back with coffee and a couple water glasses. Taeil grabbed the bottle of champagne and opened it, pouring you both a glass. He raised one to you.

"What are we toasting to?" You asked as you grabbed the other.

"How about you having a better vacation with some actual sleep?"

"Vacation?" You braced, ready to run if this cute guy turned out to be a creep. So many charming ones usually tended to, in your experience.

Taeil shrugged. "You were wearing a school hoodie the other night. And last night you were looking at the snowglobes, which -- sorry -- only tourists do."

"Fair enough."

You clinked glasses and drank as you talked. Taeil went to school during the day, pursuing a Masters in Choral Conducting. At night, he worked at a bookstore and cafe across town. You talked to him about school, about how you weren't entirely sure what you wanted to do after undergrad, but more than anything you wanted to find a better fit for you than your hometown.

"Well," Taeil wondered as he stroked his chin, "there's a lot you should try out in California before you decide you like it here. You've seen the sunrise by now, and a few sunsets. Have you been stuck in traffic yet?" He chuckled as you nodded heartily. "Of course, you've been to the beach."

You nodded again, eagerly telling him about your first day in town, how you immediately dragged your aunt the couple blocks to the beach. You hadn't been to the beach since you were a small child, and it was surreal to see the water beyond the surf stretch out to the horizon. Taeil listened intently, wanting to understand what it must be like to not grow up near the ocean air. "What's one thing you think I should do before I decide if I want to stay?"

"I think you should try going on a date." He smiled warmly after finishing another cup of coffee.

Intrigued, you raised an eyebrow. "With you?"

Taeil shrugged nonchalantly. "With anyone, but I was hoping with me."

Your heart leapt in your chest. You were never with anyone this open and up-front before, let alone acting like that yourself. However, you had to admit it was exciting. Something about Taeil made you feel like a whole new person. There was an odd sense of intervening fate permeating the air. You noticed a streak of orange wash over the back of your hand and you looked out the window, noticing how the sun was already rising. Taking Taeil's hand on the table, you returned his smile. "Let's make a deal," you offered, "if I see you again, you'll get me another glass of champagne and you'll get a date."

"Deal."

You pushed your empty plate out of the way and left a few bills on the table before leaning across to tentatively, delicately, uncharacteristically and impulsively place a kiss on Taeil's lips, lingering as long as he would let you and as long as you could stand before you changed your mind and stayed in this booth. "Goodnight, Taeil."

"Good morning," he replied, smitten as he watched you grab your things and walk out into the slowly growing sunlight.

Back at the condo, you hummed to yourself as you cooked breakfast for your aunt when she returned from the newsroom. She had no idea about Taeil. In fact, she would probably be thrilled if she knew, seeing as she'd been suggesting you try going on a date or two while you were here. However, it was fun to have secrets every one in a while, since you never had much a need for them.

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A couple nights had gone past and no sign of Taeil. No amount of gas stations, diners, or bookstores turned up any results. Maybe fate wasn't on your side after all. Barring any chance of ever hanging out with him again, you resorted to an old tactic that helped you sleep back at school: exercise. Now, the community gym at the condo wasn't open all night, so you would have to go the dreaded route of getting a temporary membership somewhere. Fair enough, you figured, if it meant getting some sleep. You grabbed your backpack along with some workout gear and perused your options out on the road. Ultimately, you decided on an older establishment that was open all night.

After warming up with a quick jog on the treadmill, you got set up on the rowing machine on an easier setting than normal since it'd been a while. You were content that despite the convenient hours, the gym was virtually empty. It was easy to find yourself regularly distracted. Did Taeil even want to run into you by now? You astounded yourself that you came across such a ridiculous idea. For all you knew, Taeil was going crazy trying to find you, too. You lost yourself in thinking about your one clandestine kiss, how forward and reserved he seemed at the same time. This was the hundredth time you'd daydreamed about it since, the thought always inevitably turning to what else Taeil's lips might be capable of. You shook yourself out of it and concentrated on your breath, using the low music in your headphones for pace when you were startled by what you could've sworn was the sound of someone sputtering out water. You looked up, instantly surprised and elated as you locked eyes with Taeil from where he stood in the loft where the free weights were, wiping his mouth dry and setting his water bottle down. Springing to your feet, you had the distinct sensation of being 15 again and meeting your homecoming date as you ran to meet Taeil as he flew down the stairs. You collided at the foot of the stairwell, your excitement pushing you up and into his arms, your lips against his. You leaned back, bashful at your accidental eagerness until Taeil gave a breathless chuckle and pulled you close to do it again. You quickly ducked into the hall leading to the locker rooms right off the stairwell.

"Where's my champagne?" You giggled into his kiss.

"In the car. I didn't think I'd see you again," he murmured against you, "I was looking for you--"

"I was, too." You pulled back, gazing into his hooded eyes, giddy as he seemed excited by your admission. "Is this dumb? This whole thing?"

Taeil nodded earnestly, his arms wrapped around your waist, almost as if he'd been doing it for years. "Absolutely. But I'm enjoying myself too much to stop." He kissed your cheeks, your lips, your nose. "Not to mention I've been daydreaming about you since I last saw you."

You raised your arms to wrap around his neck, your fingertips feeling the sweat he'd been working up. "Good," you grinned, "me, too. Daydreaming about what?"

Taeil didn't let your lips drift further away, always eagerly following you. "About how fun you are. How pretty you are." He leaned in, brazenly kissing you deeply and holding back a groan as you gladly reciprocated. "... And it looks like I was right to think about how much I want you. What about you? What have you been daydreaming about?"

You bit at your lip. "I've been thinking about how nice you are," you nuzzled your nose to his, occasionally brushing your lips together and savoring his small shiver, "and how exciting this is... How excited you make me." You were convinced your face was beet red by now but didn't have a chance to ask Taeil as you noticed he had leaned back, almost deep in thought as his eyes ran over you.

"I make you excited?" He asked quietly. You briskly nodded. A sly smile spread across Taeil's face for just a moment before he pulled you in, his lips on yours before you finally felt his tongue bravely probe into you. You gladly accepted, unable to hold in a small moan that made Taeil tense against you. He grew bolder, pushing open the door to the women's locker room beside you and practically sending you both flying into it.

Taeil led you down the twisting maze of lockers, his tongue unable and unwilling to leave your mouth until he laid you down on a bench. He gently spread your legs to climb in between them, his lips meandering from your lips to your cheek to your ear, down to your neck where he held you firmly as the sensation made you squirm. You watched, entranced as Taeil kissed and nipped down your chest, his fingers crawling under your shirt. His searching hands gently groped you, almost faltering every time you softly moaned until the locker room door creaked open.

Fighting to stifle your laughter, you slid out from under Taeil and, grabbing his hand, pulled him into a shower stall and turned on the water. By sheer luck, you'd picked the accessible stall and had plenty of room to dodge the spray as you pulled him close, making quick work of grabbing his shirt and pulling it up over his head and tossing it over the shower curtain rod. For just a moment, you waited for the sound of a second shower to turn on while you admired his toned chest and taut stomach, your wandering hands drawing his attention for just a second until he regained focus.

Taeil kicked off his shoes and leaned down, tugging off his socks and pushing them to the side before reaching for your shoes as well. Your shoes joined his and Taeil gazed up at you, taking his time as he slid his warm hands up one of your legs. You sucked in a breath, trembling as he patiently pulled down your shorts and removed them. He looked to you again, waiting for a nod of approval before he gently pulled down your panties next, throwing the items over the shower curtain rod as well and pulling a laugh out of both of you. Watching Taeil admire your pussy made you blush all over, every nerve in your body on fire as you waited for his next move. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back against the cool tile wall, an involuntary gasp escaping you as Taeil tentatively licked into your glistening lips. The gentle roll of your hips in response emboldened his tongue, diving forward again to taste and savor you.

You bit into your lip hard until you heard the shower turn off, and it was an excruciating wait. You'd been eaten out before, but never with this much patience and attention. Taeil gradually slipped a finger inside you, his thrusts methodical as he playfully smiled up at you. You clapped a hand over your mouth to swallow your moans, well aware of the glistening drips trailing down your thighs and his chin from all his hard work. Finally, the echo of a locker closing and the door opening and shutting made you both let out a hearty sigh of relief.

"Good?" Taeil asked, dazed and almost drunk off you, off of this moment that neither of you figured you were capable of.

"Good." You assured, running your fingers through his hair to get a solid grip and leading his tongue back to your folds. You hooked a thigh up over his shoulder, your hips gladly following any tempo he set for you. Taeil deftly pumped his fingers into you as he worked his tongue against your soaked clit. Your legs shook, your heart racing as you knew your orgasm was coming. "Taeil," you pleaded, "make me cum."

"Absolutely," he panted against you, his tongue and fingers never stopping until you cried out, grinding onto his lips until your orgasm faded and you came back to earth.

Taeil sat back on his heels, obscenely pleased with himself as he rocked up onto his heels and grabbed your clothes. "What now?" He asked as he slipped his shirt on. You pulled him to you for a deep kiss, impressed with how you tasted on him.

"Take me home." You suggested. Taeil raised an eyebrow at you, the grin on his face loudly voicing his agreement.

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Taeil reclined with you on the chaise lounge out on the balcony of the condo, wrapped up together in a blanket and enjoying your glasses of champagne. The drive home had let your arousal taper off for the time being, though the thought of Taeil's gym clothes and soaked socks swirling with yours in the washing machine kept you giddy. It had taken just a second of convincing him that you'd be fine hanging out naked on the balcony. After all, it was well past midnight and you were covered up. You watched each other slowly undress in the dim living room, only illuminated by the moon hanging over the shore. Taeil was beautiful in a way you hadn't really considered guys before, only exaggerated by the way his gaze caressed every inch of your exposed skin.

You laid on the lounge, your legs tangled together and your head on his chest as he stroked your hair. "When do you go home?" He asked quietly.

"In a few days." You replied solemnly. "What'll we do? If you want to do anything, that is."

"Don't be a dummy," he laughed. "I don't know what we're doing, but we're doing the hell out of it. You can give me your number and I'll call you every day."

"Really?" You asked, humoring him.

"Or at least text you." He admitted.

"Good," you nodded, "you can send me pictures of what I'm missing. I can't believe I'm leaving the beach."

"Oh!" Taeil exclaimed, making you jump. "Before I forget--" he prodded you up and off his chest as he reached for his gym bag. He set something on the side table. The small, cheap, silly snowglobe.

You playfully punched him in the arm. "When?!"

He laughed and pulled you close again, wrestling for just a moment until you were laying on top of him. "Would you believe if I said that night at the corner store? When I bought the champagne, I turned back and grabbed it. I just couldn't decide if it was dumb to do or not.

"Absolutely," you nodded gravely, crumbling into a laugh as you kissed his momentarily astonished face, "but I love it. If you're not careful, I'm going to fall in love with you."

Taeil stared, his astonishment returned. You could see the moonlight shining in his widened eyes, dimming as the night slowly approached an end. "I'm glad to say the feeling is mutual."

Your train of thought barreled off the tracks, only brought back when you realized you felt Taeil's bare cock throb to attention against your thigh. You brought your lips to his, grazing against them. "What's mutual?" You whispered.

"The feeling is." He laughed quietly.

"Say it." You persisted, kissing him repeatedly and observing his cock throbbing with each one.

"If you're not careful I'm going to fall in love with you." He repeated, treading carefully as the soft head of his cock nudged up into the entrance of your pussy. "Or," he wondered aloud, "I already am but that sounds too dumb for me to believe it."

"It definitely sounds too dumb," you agreed with a smile, your hips easing down onto his length, accepting him into you with shallow thrusts and gasps. "But my feeling the same way leads me to think you might be onto something."

Your hips landed flush against his, his whole length nestled snugly inside you. You lay like that, not thrusting, not grinding, just laying together under the blanket.

"Well, then," Taeil wondered, his fingertips absently dancing up and down your back and shoulder blades, "maybe we are. For now. It doesn't have to be forever, but for now we are."

"Okay," you nodded confidently, "say it, then."

Taeil brushed your hair over your ear and cupped your face, his own eyes shining warmly in the night despite the dimming moonlight. "I love you." It was almost a whisper, but it sent echoes down your spine. "Your turn," he insisted.

"I love you, Taeil." You replied, your hips silently sneaking up on his length as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You let go for a kiss, suddenly realizing what your hips were up to as you slid down to meet his lips. You both let out a breathy moan as you moved. Taeil's hands drifted down your back to your hips and helped you find a rhythm together, quietly whispering your sweet revelations of affection for each other as you embraced.

You laid like that, slowly making love on the balcony as the night faded. You giggled and spoke sweet nothings to each other as you rocked your hips on top of him, wondering just how your vacation turned into this when you suddenly felt the light-headed sensation of an approaching orgasm yet again.

"Taeil," you whimpered, "I think I'm going to cum again. Do you want to make me cum again?"

"Oh god, yes," Taeil groaned, taking the chance to grab your shoulders and roll you both over. He adjusted the blanket so you were still covered before finding his own rhythm. You wrapped your legs around his hips and pulled him down, your lips finding his ear and moaning growing encouragement as he steadily thrust into you.

"Taeil," you gasped, "say it again."

"I love you," he strained, "I have no clue what happened or how, but I love you tonight, and I think I'll love you tomorrow and the next day, too."

"I'm glad to say the feeling is mutual," you laughed, well out of breath, "now please, please cum with me." Your orgasm swiftly approaching, you clutched tightly onto each other as Taeil's hips stuttered against you, filling you up with each thrust.

And you slept. You fell fast asleep in each other's arms, only awakened by the sound of your aunt dramatically screaming at the sight of you in Taeil's arms, sleeping naked on the balcony as she came home late that morning. You shared a laugh together and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, suddenly more awake and alive than you had been all vacation.

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Bubbles - Froger Week Day 2

A/N: It’s Froger Week everybody! I Chose bubble bath and cockwarming as my first prompts ;) Thanks for the lovely @emmaandorlando for Hosting this week!

Can also be read on AO3.

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Roger fumbled with the keys, trying to get the right one into the lock while juggling his textbooks, his water bottle and laptop in his other hand. The bottom of his bag had ripped earlier that day and its contents had spilled all over the uni hallway. The only reason he hadn’t thrown it away immediately was that he didn’t have enough money to look for a new one right now- his paycheck still hadn’t come in- and he hoped Freddie might be able to fix it.

Somehow, he managed to open the door without dropping anything and put anything onto their shoe rack so he could untie his sneakers and put them next to the already overflowing rack. For a moment, he thought about picking up his things to clean them up but he was tired and didn’t feel like doing much more than taking a nap. He felt the headache coming up already.

“Hello, darling, how was your day?”

Freddie appeared in the doorway, looking as if he had only just woke up with his hair unstyled and framing his face messily. He probably did. Since their rent has gone up, Freddie had been working night shifts as a front desk clerk, often coming home after the sun has risen already and went to bed while Roger made himself breakfast before heading to university.

“Awful, I wanna nap.”

A frown appeared on Freddie’s face, then he softened and opened his arms. With him looking all soft, warm and cozy it was hard to resist and Roger shuffled over, letting himself pulled into a hug and nuzzled his neck. Freddie managed to hold him up easily even when Roger put all his weight on him.

“Okay, I’ll take care of your things while you get changed and get into bed. I’ll be with you in a minute.”

Roger hummed and they shared a chaste kiss before he slipped past him into their small bedroom. Freddie’s gigantic bed just barely fitted in alongside their closet- not that their closet was big enough for all their clothes in the first place- but neither of them wanted to get rid of it. It was comfortable and spacious, having enough space for both them and their dozens of pillows and abundance of blankets.

He undressed quickly, half-heartedly folding them before putting them to the side before rummaging through their closet to find his most comfortable sweatpants and the striped shirt he had already worn so thin he was afraid it would rip soon. He still loved it, though.

As soon as he was changed, he crawled onto the bed, pulled his favorite blanket free, arranged his pillow and then let himself fall face first into it. He let out a long groan and closed his eyes. The faint pulsing in his temples grew stronger and he took a deep breath to steady himself and hoped it wouldn’t get any worse. He couldn’t deal with a full blown migraine right now.

The door opened with a quiet creak and then he heard Freddie’s footsteps coming to the bed.

“I brought you some tea and some leftover rice from yesterday.”

Roger sat up again, taking both the mug and the plate from him, putting the mug on the bedside table to be able to eat. Freddie settled down next to him with a bowl of fried rice for himself. He brushed a strand of hair out of Roger’s face, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. Roger sighed and leaned against him for a second before eating a small bit off the food. It tasted good but he wasn’t very hungry. Still, he ate because he should and it made Freddie happy and so he ate.

He managed about half of the plate, then he had to put it away or he throw up. He laid back down, one arm thrown over Freddie’s stomach. He was warm and comfortable and Roger had no shame snuggling up to him, tangling their legs together. One of Freddie’s hands found its way into his hair, gently combing through it and scratching over his scalp any once in a while which made him humm happily, eyes falling shut.

He must have falling asleep very quickly because next thing he remembered was Freddie singing under his breath, no plates in sight and Freddie had set up his laptop to play one of those bird videos for their cats, three of them sitting in front of it, watching it intently. It made him smile despite his head hurting and he reached for the cat closest to him, Tiffany, to give her a couple of weak scratches.

“Awake again?” Freddie murmured, kissing his forehead.

Roger hummed, letting his eyes fall shut again to block out the light that hurt his head.

“Do you want me to draw you a bath?”

“Baths are your thing.” Roger murmured as he nuzzled into Freddie’s chest.

He was warm and solid and Roger curled his body even more towards him, throwing his leg over his and slid his foot between his calves. Freddie shifted to give him the space he needed and pulled him up until his head was resting higher on his chest, just below his collarbone. He could hear his heartbeat that way, the steady rhythm being the only thing he actually wanted to hear at the moment. The other sounds he could bear but this, combined with Freddie’s fingers carding through his hair calmed him down immensely, even if it didn’t make the pain go away.

“Maybe it’ll help you, too.” Freddie continued quietly. “We could try it, at least.”

Roger hummed, already being lulled to sleep again. Freddie chuckled softly and kissed his temple. One of the cats decided the birds weren’t as interesting as them and climbed over their lap to settle down between them, gently digging their claws into Roger’s stomach. He flinched slightly but made himself lay still, not wanting to upset them. A quick look downwards revealed that it was Oskar who decided to join their little cuddle pile and he let one hand fall down to rest it on his side, a smile spreading on his face when he started purring.

“I’ll try it.”

“Let me get up, then, I’ll start it right up. What color and scent of bath bomb do you want?”

He let out an unhappy sound when Freddie started to move away but let him, taking the replacement pillow. It was soft and fluffy which was fine but it wasn’t Freddie. He could live with it for now, though. Tiffany and Delilah also saw the newfound space as the perfect spot for their nap and Roger would never complain about that.

“I don’t care, surprise me.”

“I’m thinking chamomile. For your head. I should have a nice pink one for that. Or was it yellow? I’ll look. You take another nap.”

Roger nodded, not even bothering to keep his eyes open. He didn’t even hear Freddie leave the room before falling asleep again.

Soft shaking woke him and he made a soft groaning sound but opened his eyes to find Freddie standing over him.

“Bath’s ready, darling.”

He was still groggy but he got up anyway. A hot bath didn’t sound bad if he was being honest. Freddie loved them and Roger had drawn him a nice bath many times but never actually joined him for one yet. It just didn’t appeal to him. He liked his showers and when Freddie joined him for those it was always a lot of fun.

The bathroom was warm and Roger didn’t hesitate undressing, letting Freddie fold the clothes and put them on top of their washing machine for safe keeping. Then, Freddie got in, settling back against the edge and let Roger get in between his legs, his back resting against his chest. As soon as he touched the water, he let out a loud, relieved groan, ignoring Freddie’s chuckle at his reaction. His arm settled around his waist and kissed the back of his neck. Roger sighed, his head falling back on Freddie’s shoulder. There was a lot less bubbles than he had expected from Freddie but he figured that this was his bath and his boyfriend knew he didn’t need the tub overflowing with bubbles like he did.

“Do you want to drop the bath bomb in?” Freddie asked, holding up a pink bath bomb for him to see.

Roger only shook his head, eyes falling closed. He heard the fizz when Freddie did put it in the water and he smelled the chamomile he had been talking about earlier. It was nice, he had to admit. His headache was still there but the sleeping had already helped a little bit at least.

At one point, Freddie started humming again, singing bits of pieces of songs and sometimes, Roger joined in, a faint smile on his lips.

“This is nice.”

“Yeah, it is.” Freddie agreed.

He gently scratched over Roger’s stomach, causing him to make a sound between a giggle and a whine and squirm backwards against him. Freddie made an interested sound at that and he could feel his dick stirring against his lower back.

“Want to make this even nicer?”

Freddie had leaned forward, whispering seductively into his ear. It send down shivers down his spine and he moved back against him, his own dick taking an interesting into the whole thing. He swallowed hard, turning his head far enough to be able to press kisses to Freddie’s neck.

“I’m not sure I’m up for a lot, Fred.” He admitted, even if he really wanted to get into the mood.

Due to their work schedules, they didn’t manage to spend a lot of time together and sex hadn’t been a topic for at least the past three weeks which was a very long time for them. They usually barely went a couple of days without sleeping with each other.

“That’s fine. We don’t have to do anything.”

Roger wanted to, though. He really did. This was the closest he had gotten to action in weeks if he didn’t count jerking off in the shower. He made an unhappy sound and spread his legs a little bit further.

“I want to but I don’t know if I can.”

Freddie’s hand slid lower, coming to rest on his upper thigh. His other hand turned his head so he could look him into the eyes.

“How about we just do something nice and slow? I missed you.”

“I missed you, too. What do you have in mind?”

He smiled and stole a kiss. It was deep and passionate but slow at the same time and it made Roger’s head spin with want. He had missed this so much. Eagerly, he shifted closer, angled his head a bit further to the side, making it easier for the both of them and wrapped both arms around his neck. Freddie groaned into the kiss.

Roger changed position so he was straddling Freddie. They kissed again, Roger cupping his face with one hand, the other tangling into the dark strands. Freddie let his hands roam over his chest, flicked over his nipples. Roger jolted, his breath hitching. His hands slid lower then, squeezing his ass before he pressed a finger against his entrance.

Freddie fingered him slowly, taking his time to work him open. Roger pressed his face against his shoulder, his breathing growing ragged and moaning whenever he brushed his prostate. He was rocking up against him, trying to get some friction. The water was sloshing over the edge of the tub but neither of them cared.

“Feels good?” Freddie whispered, voice growing husky.

Roger nodded, his next thrust had him gasping. His fingers were probably leaving marks on Freddie’s shoulders but he wasn’t complaining yet so he didn’t stop.

“Gonna make you feel even better soon.” He kissed his temple and twisted his fingers deeper. “You can fully relax, darling, nothing to worry your pretty head about.”

Freddie pushed in a third finger and Roger shuddered against him, pushing his hips back. He whined. He wasn’t desperate to come like usual, instead it felt like a low burning heat rising slowly. It made him feel dizzy and light-headed in the best way. Usually, their sex was passionate, hot and bordering on rough and both liked it that way but sometimes, they ended up like this; languid and tender, taking their time with each other.

“Be good for me, yeah?”

Roger almost whined again when Freddie pulled his fingers out but managed to bite it back. His hands grabbed his hips and moved him further up, positioning him above his dick. He frowned.

“Fred, I don’t think-”

“Shh, love, I know what I’m doing.”

He sighed but let him lift his face up far enough to kiss, their tongues sliding against each other while Freddie pulled him down slowly. Roger groaned at the stretch, breaking away from the kiss to let his head fall back. Immediately, Freddie latched onto his throat to suck a dark mark into his skin. Once he was fully seated in Freddie’s lap, he captured him into another kiss, sucking his lower lip into his mouth.

“And now?”

“And now we just stay like this for a while. Are you comfortable?”

Experimentally, Roger shifted, clenching around Freddie and hummed thoughtfully. Freddie was hot and thick inside of him, stretching him deliciously.

“Yeah, I am.”

“Good.” Freddie pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I want you to relax. Once we’re done with the bath, I’ll fuck you afterwards.”

Roger hummed, gently nudging him with his nose until he kissed him properly.

“Can I turn on the radio or will it upset your head?”

“You can turn it on but keep the volume low, please.”

He felt Freddie move, then soft music filled the room. Letting out a content sigh, he melted further against Freddie who started rubbing up and down his back, his fingers traveling along his spine. Sometimes, he pressed kisses to his hair or forehead. Occasionally, Freddie would shift and his dick would brush against his prostate and make him twitch but otherwise it was very relaxing.

One song faded into another but Roger barely realized it, being lulled into a half-sleep by the combination of Freddie’s touch, his humming, the warmth and smell of the bath and the feeling of being full.

After a while- he didn’t know how long it was- Freddie gently nudged him.

“Wake up darling, the water’s getting cold.”

Roger grumbled but got up, whining unhappily because it meant Freddie had to pull out. He gladly took the towel that was given to it. It was warm, too, because he had put them over their heater. Neither of them bothered to get dressed and stumbled back into the bedroom while kissing, their hands roaming the other’s familiar body.

He fell backwards onto the bed, spreading his legs to let Freddie crawl in between them. He peppered kisses all the way up his thighs, nipping at his hip bone as he passed it and dipped his tongue into his navel. Roger jumped at that, both breaking into giggles. He wrapped his legs around his waist, pulling him closer and coaxed him into a kiss.

Freddie easily sunk back into him, setting a slow but deep rhythm that left Roger gasping against his mouth. He squeezed his eyes shut, squeezed his thighs around him and let out a happy moan. Freddie pressed a sloppy kiss against his cheek before brushing a strand of hair out his face, then cupped his face.

His eyes were dark and full of adoration and Roger smiled, feeling his heart swell in his chest. The next thrust hit his prostate and he tossed his head back with a low moan. Freddie's finger slid down to his mouth and he eagerly opened it, sucking them inside while he busied himself with marking his neck and shoulders, gently biting at his collarbone.

“I love you.” He whispered against his skin, his breath hot and ragged.

Roger made a sound around his fingers, trying to get the same sentiment across- succeeding in doing so if he had to interpret the soft look on Freddie's face- and let his eyes fall closed when he licked over his nipple, nibbling at the sensitive nub.

He pulled his fingers out of his mouth, leaving a trail of spit as he moved it lower until he could wrap it around Roger's dick, pumping it lazily. Roger groaned, one hand tangling into Freddie's hair, the other one reaching for the bed's headboard.

“Love you.” He gasped, feeling the need to actually say it, too, and Freddie's face lit up like every time he says it.

“Are you gonna come for me, darling?”

“Only when you come first.” Roger said, shaking his head slightly. “Want to feel you.”

Freddie leaned up again, kissing the corner of his mouth and adjusted his grip to him a little bit, changing the angle ever so slightly but it was enough to make Roger moan loudly.

“Everything for you, darling.”

Now almost every thrust hit his prostate and Roger couldn't get out much more than gasped pleads, curses and Freddie's name which caused his boyfriend to grin, obviously very happy with himself. He gently brushed his fingers over his lips, feeling him smile against them and couldn't help but smile himself.

It didn't take long until Freddie lost his rhythm, chasing his own release as he grabbed Roger's thigh to hike it up higher. He keened at that, voice growing high-pitched and both knew neither could go on for much longer. Freddie's hand on his dick grew faster, his thumb brushing over his head with just the right amount of pressure to make him rock up into his fist but not enough to make him come just yet and Roger whined at that.

“Fred- Fred, ah, please! Fuck, c'mon, give it to me.

Freddie groaned, hips stuttering into him and all it took was a hard tug on his hair and he came with a growl, stilling inside him. Roger moaned happily when he collapsed on top of him. It was for a moment, though, then Freddie pulled out completely and slid down his body to take him into his mouth.

It was hot and wet and Roger's thighs twitched at the sudden feeling of Freddie swallowing around him, his tongue pressing up against his dick. His hips jolted upwards and Freddie eagerly took him down his throat, grabbing his ass to push him even deeper. He blinked up at him through his lashes and Roger whined at the pleasure he could see on his face and the obscene view of his lips stretched around his cock.

“Fuck.” He whispered and Freddie hummed, sending shivers up his spine.

His fingers found the sensitive spot behind his balls and Roger came with a choked moan, back arching as he spilled into Freddie's mouth who easily swallowed everything. He collapsed bonelessly into the mattress, only whining quietly when Freddie pulled of with a lewd, wet sound.

He made grabby-hands at him, then, pulling him back on top of him and wrapped his arms around his shoulders to keep him in place.

“We should clean up.” Freddie said but made no attempts to move, only pressed a kiss to his nose before snuggling up further against him.

Roger hummed absently.

“And drain the bathtub. Put the towels into the hamper. Oh, and turn off the radio and put the dirty mugs away.”

Roger sighed, nodding to everything Freddie said despite not really listening what he was actually saying.

“Nap first.”

Freddie chuckled softly, his thumb drawing circles into the skin

“Okay, after a nap. Are you feeling better?”

“Yes, very much so. Thank you.”

Roger knew they should get cleaned up but he was comfortable, Freddie was warm and heavy on top of him. They shifted slightly so they were in a better position for a nap. Freddie ended up still lying mostly on top on him and Roger wrapped and arm around his shoulders.

He let out a content sigh and kissed Freddie’s shoulder absently, letting his eyes fall shut and drifted away into a deep slumber.

#froger #smut #froger week 2019

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