#he’s so babygirl i’m kinda obsessed

[tinytimism]

LET ME IN NOOOOOOW

AND IT CAN BE NIIIICE

MAKE ME LEAVE NOOOOOOW

AND I HAVE TO COME BACK NOT ONCE

NOT TWIIIIICE

BUT AS MANY TIMES AS I LIIIIIIIIKE

[ln4smiamitrophy]

𝐌𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄

𐙚 summary; the one where lando norris shamelessly obsesses over his girl in her instagram comment section

ʚɞ pairing; lando norris x reader

ᡣ𐭩 fc; emma brooks

⭒ type; smau

⟡ a/n; first post , just something basic to test the waters. lowkey why are these so fun to make?

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y/nusername felt cute, might delete later lol

comments…

yourbff never seen someone so sexy

⤷ y/nusername seems kinda narcissistic to be talking about yourself in that way

user1 patiently waiting for lando to once again be mclaren’s worst pr nightmare

⤷ mclaren we dread y/n post (we love you y/n, lando not so much)

⤷ landonorris hey!!

user2 hi mommy 😍😍

user3 the best wag (not clickbait)

lilymhe marry me?

⤷ y/nusername yes!!!

⤷ alex_albon guess i’ll go fuck myself

⤷ y/nusername good idea

landonorris sit on my face. i’m begging you

⤷ y/nusername it’s not even been a day

⤷ landonorris and i can’t wait any longer. this is torture

user4 i just know lando is giggling and kicking his feet rn

⤷ oscarpiastri he is. he… literally is

landonorris please never delete this 🙏🏼🙏🏼

georgerussell63 y/n what have you done to this man? he’s been staring at this post for the past 5 minutes

⤷ user5 he’s not the only one

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y/nusername sweet treat

comments…

user1 i didn’t think you could get any more attractive, guess i was wrong

⤷ user2 we all were

oscarpiastri why did i just witness lando see this and then excuse himself to his driver room? i’m traumatised

⤷ user3 BAHAHAHA 😭😭 poor osc

⤷ user4 this post was all too much for little lando norris

francisca.cgomes smash 😍🔥

⤷ y/nusername come over babygirl

landonorris my sweet treat

*liked by y/nusername*

landonorris google, how does one become a lollipop?

⤷ maxverstappen1 lando do you forget this is public? everyone can see this?

landonorris @mclaren cancel my meetings please, something has come up

⤷ y/nusername go to your meetings mister, i’ll be waiting for you at home

⤷ landonorris yes ma’am 🫡

⤷ mclaren sigh, i’m too tired for this

⤷ user5 poor mclaren admin, they’ve been through so much

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y/nusername let's play mermaids

comments...

yourbff not the toes on show

⤷ y/nusername no mermiads for you hoe

carmenmmundt beautiful girl

⤷ y/nusername ily <3

landonorris why are you at the beach!? it's raining, you're gonna catch a cold!! you look gorgeous as always but stay wrapped up please, i don't wanna have to deal with sick y/n

⤷ y/nusername these are from like a week ago lan... you were there when i took them... you took them...

⤷ landonorris oh yeah 😅

user1 mother is mothering

alex_albon lily wanted me to ask you when you're next brunch date is...

⤷ y/nusername omg, soon! i promise

carlossainz55 surprised at how tame lando's comment is

landonorris i need you, every way possible, right now. i'm struggling over here love

⤷ carlossainz55 nevermind... you gotta stop doing this publicly

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y/nusername uh oh i think i'm in love

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comments...

user1 awwwwwwww

user2 parents!!

yourbff i guess you're cute... i'm still better tho

⤷ y/nusername ssshhh he can't know the truth

landonorris my girl forever, i adore you

*liked by y/nusername*

landonorris you truly are the love of my life

⤷ y/nusername guess you're stuck with me then

⤷ landonorris wouldn't have it any other way baby

maxfewtrell this is sickeningly cute

⤷ y/nusername thank you??

user3 i want what they have

landonorris my home ❤️ (pls come home, i miss you)

⤷ y/nusername i'm on my way love

[daenysx]

hi lovely, this is my first time requesting so please feel free to ignore x

could i please request a poly!marauders x pregnant!reader that they’re all obsessed with - i have a major baby fever and i just read your remus x pregnant!reader and i need!!

again please feel free to ignore, i’m having so much fun at the sleepover <3

hi, angel, thank you so much!! i'm not sure if i did well, and this is a really small piece but i hope you enjoy <33333

poly!marauders x pregnant fem!reader

"you know, i knew babies are tiny, but this is like way too much tiny." sirius says as he grabs a pair of baby shoes from the shelf. "i mean how small should you be to get your feet fit into this?"

you laugh at your boyfriend. he still cannot picture baby sizes in his mind. "just imagine how tiny the rest of her will be if this is the size of her feet."

"okay, overuse of the word 'tiny' for you two." remus intervenes. "she'll grow up faster than you can imagine at the beginning so maybe we could get something bigger."

"i find this whole conversation pointless, why don't we just buy everything we find cute?"

you turn your head to james. he looks at a pink baby dress like it's the coolest thing he's ever seen. he's just too big and broad in a store like this, all tiny baby clothes and your tall boyfriend with strong arms to carry everything. you put your hand on your belly, admiring him from afar.

"someone seems to like seeing jamie holding up a nice baby dress, huh, gorgeous?"

"can you blame me?" you whisper to sirius. "he looks extra hot in here."

"yeah, he also looks kinda like a statue amongst us poor humans."

james comes next to you in two steps. "i'm serious, angel. we should get everything we think is cute, isn't this how you shop for a baby?"

"we have a list to complete." remus says, softer than he intends to. baby stores bring out the best of him apparently. "are you okay, dove? we can go home the moment you feel a little tired."

"or james can carry you." sirius says. "just saying."

"i'm okay." you tell them. "let's get the stuff on the list."

it doesn't take long, remus asks for help from a nice girl who works here and after half an hour you're done with the list. james also puts some unnecessary but cute as hell dresses on the shopping bag. no one stops him.

"oh, look at that!" you show them a stuffed panda. it has huge eyes and the softest fabric. "we should get this."

remus takes the stuffie from the shelf. the baby's first stuffed toy. it's just the right one.

"we're definitely getting this." he says. "maybe we can even name it before she's born. another member of the family."

"moons, it's already hard to pick a name for our babygirl and you want us to decide on a name for her stuffie, too? this is too much."

"yeah, well." remus shrugs. names are important. "we still have time before she joins us."

dreamer girl sleepover ♡

[elllisaaa]

hii, how are u?? can i ask for a seventeen reaction of you watching caratland and teasing them or something like that, thank uu

teasing seventeen about caratland

-> words count : 2.3k words

-> genre : fluff

-> sorry if I made any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated !

-> author's note : omgg you're so on point because the moment i saw mingyu dancing to sticky, i knew i wanted to write something like this lmaoo thank you so much for sending in an ask, hope you'll like it !

-> masterlist | svt masterlist

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

You had often joked about the Smart challenge to your boyfriend by reading some of the comments the fans posted on social media, trying to get him to really do it. So when you realized that he was really going to actually dance to the choreo during Caratland, you broke down in a fit of laughter. When he came to see you in the morning, you welcomed him with a big smirk stretching out your face : “Hello Mister shaking-my-ass, how are you ?” - “Oh, shut up.” Seungcheol groaned as he bypassed you to flop down on your couch, arms crossed on his chest and pout on his face. “Don’t be like that, you big baby, it was cute.” - “But I don’t want to be cute !”, your boyfriend groaned, “I want to be manly. And handsome. I am right ?” You couldn’t really tease Seungcheol for long, he was too adorable for you to do so as you settled beside him, pecking his lips softly. “Yes, you are. But you’re also very cute.” - “Y/N !” You giggled as his pout returned. He was definitely cute. 

YOON JEONGHAN

You were used to your boyfriend being an absolute babygirl, you were used to him being an absolute menace. However you did not plan how seeing him dancing to Tap would leave you speechless. Honestly, you wanted to tease him a little for taking it so seriously and giving it his whole. But the fact that Jeonghan walked in on you watching the clip over and over kinda wrecked your project. “Like what you see, darling ?” You jumped on your spot on the couch, pushing your phone under the cushion as if you didn’t do anything. “Not at all.” - “I feel like your lying sweetheart.” - “Am not. Not everything’s about you, Hannie.” But your boyfriend only chuckled as he launched forward to grab your phone and unlock it, watching the video of him dancing playing on repeat as your cheeks heated up. “You’re so obsessed with me !” - “Stop ! Give me my phone !” But Jeonghan didn’t and only kissed your temple as he scrolled through your last liked tiktoks, seeing that it was all him and being very satisfied with the outcome of this all. You could never tease Jeonghan. 

HONG JOSHUA

“Josh ?” Your boyfriend raised his head up from the book he’s been quietly reading by your side while you were scrolling on your phone beside him in bed. You haven’t been able to watch all the content from Caratland yet and you were only now catching up. “Yeah ?” - “You should rap more often.” You picked his curiosity enough for him to close his book and turn to you. “And why’s that angel ?” You simply shrugged, but he knew you well enough to notice the little smirk tugging at your lips as you pretended to be unbothered. “Just because. You’re good at it, that’s all.” It was Joshua’s turn to smirk as he nudged you with his elbow. “Mh, yeah, of course. And it’s not because you think I’m hot when I rap ?” - “You’re taking your dreams for reality I think.” You really tried to stay composed but the way he was tickling your sides to force you to admit the truth made it difficult. You should’ve known that teasing Joshua would be a bad idea.

MOON JUNHUI

Jun always took it very seriously when it came to dancing to girl’s groups songs, and that was because you do too, especially when you were both doing random dance challenges and it became sort of a competition. So when you saw that he gave his all to dancing on Sheesh by Babymonster, you giggled while looking at your phone. “You did really good, baby.” Jun groaned softly as he lifted his head from where it was resting against your chest, looking up at you seemingly lost. “What are you talking about ?” - “Sheesh. You danced very well to it ! I teached you well.” A smile took over his features, and a blush spreaded on his cheeks. Girl’s group choreos were your passion, your area and he always felt so proud when you complimented about it (despite him being a professional dancer, yes.) “Yeah, you’re the best, baby. I’m not at your level yet, though.” You giggled as you kissed his forehead, and Jun hid against your chest again to not let you see how red he was.

KWON SOONYOUNG

Your boyfriend was a good dancer, you knew it, everyone knew it, so you were not surprised to see Carats swooning over how good he danced to Siren. And even if you had grown used to watching him wreck the stage, you were always impressed at the energy he was able to put into his moves. But that didn’t mean that you will not tease him, because that was your job as his girlfriend. “You’re such a loser.” - “What !? I didn’t even do anything this time !”, Soonyoung cried out, seemingly offended by your comment. You rolled your eyes as you turned your phone around to show him the clip of him dancing during Caratland. “How does that make me a loser ?”, your boyfriend whined as you tried to hold back your grin. “You want to show off so bad, we know you can dance, no need to try that hard.” You were then left with a whiny Soonyoung for the rest of the day. But when he asked you if he did good with his cute pout, you couldn’t keep up your act longer and you showered him in praise because he was perfect and you loved him. 

JEON WONWOO

Wonwoo was maybe the only one in the group that tried to hold his idol image as much as possible - well, he sometimes slipped up but people often thought that he was the most normal and that said a lot. So seeing him dance to Queencard made you break in a fit of laughter, while your boyfriend was clearly not having it. “You’re done ?” You looked at him as you replayed the video once again, tears gathering in your eyes from smiling too much. “No ! You don’t understand how funny this is.” Wonwoo rolled his eyes at you, trying to focus again on his game rather than on you giggling nonstop at him. “I’m just dancing, you’re overreacting.” - “You’re dancing to Queencard, Nonu, that’s very different. I always knew you were a bad bitch deep down.” Wonwoo grabbed the plushie you had gifted him that was sitting on his desk in your direction, your cackles intensifying. He loved you, but sometimes he thought you should've been a part of Seventeen instead.

LEE JIHOON

Jihoon was always adamant on the fact that he wasn’t cute. No matter how much you insisted on the fact that he was indeed adorable, he always refused to listen to you. so your teasing about how cute he was dancing on How Sweet by NewJeans was not an exception. “Come on ! You have to admit that you’re at least a little, tiny bit cute.” - “I am not.” - “Nah, I won’t accept it, you’re definitely cute.” Jihoon sighed and let you go on and on about how endearing he was one more time, as if he hadn’t been teased by his members about it enough. They really had to give him that type of song again, uh ? Last year, you had made a fuss about him dancing to Ditto too, when was this going to stop. But when you started to pepper his whole face with sweet kisses, Jihoon couldn’t hold back the smile stretching out his lips. And maybe, just maybe, that it wasn’t that bad in the end. 

LEE SEOKMIN

It was a well known fact that Seokmin was born to be a comedian, and his sense of humor was one of the main reasons you fell in love with him. And it never failed to amaze you how he always found a way to make everyone laugh. So when he dropped by your apartment after Caratland and you opened the door already chuckling and giggling to yourself. “Why are you making fun of me now ?”, he pouted as you let him make himself comfortable while you couldn’t stop thinking back to the fake abs during Guilty. “Can’t I just appreciate how hilarious you are ? I must say the shirt under your sweater was kind of genius.” When it finally clicked in Seokmin’s mind what you were talking about, he laughed too. He had this idea last minute, because he wasn’t too fond of showing much skin on stage, and he was glad that the majority of their fans, including you, followed his antics. “Well, of course, I wouldn’t let anyone other than you see my abs baby.”  

KIM MINGYU

Mingyu could argue with that as much as he wanted, you knew that deep down he was a baby girl. So you weren’t really surprised upon seeing videos of him dancing to Sticky by Kiss Of Life on every social media. And actually, it made you almost mad how he was better than you at shaking his ass. “Kim Mingyu !”, you called from the bedroom. Your boyfriend walked in mere seconds after, puppy-like eyes staring at you and a pout already forming on his face. “What’s going on, baby ?” - “Why didn’t you tell me about that ?” You turned your phone around to show him the clip of his dance, and his cheeks immediately reddened, as he grabbed your phone to turn it off. “Stooop… It’s embarrassing.” - “It’s not when you shake it that well, baby.” That only made him more shy and you giggled as he sulked about how mean you were. But as soon as you apologized with a little kiss, he was all smiley again.

XU MINGHAO

You were actually in the audience, witnessing your boyfriend willingly dancing to Maniac, both amazed and ready to make fun of him for the next few years at least. When you joined him backstage, Minghao knew from the grin on your face that you were going to tease him. He rolled his eyes at you as soon as you got closer to him. “I didn’t even say anything.” - “But I know that you’re going to.” You pouted a little, but he was right. “Come on, did you see yourself on stage ? Of course I have to tease you. The one and only Xu Minghao shaking his ass for the whole world to see ? That’s going down in history !” As always, you couldn’t help going overboard, but Minghao would be lying if he said that he didn’t like it, so he simply waited for an occasion to shut you up with his lips on yours. You immediately stopped and you went to wrap your arms around him instead. “You did very well, Hao.” - “Thank you, princess.”

BOO SEUNGKWAN

It was actually Seungkwan that brought it up himself, going on and on about how proud he was of his cover and how happy he was that Carats liked it. And it was true, he looked very good dancing to Boom Boom Bass, but you would never pass on an opportunity to tease your boyfriend. “It’s okay, baby, we all know you’re an amazing dancer, no need to brag like that.” - “And no need to be so uptight.”, scoffed Seungkwan as he gave you one of his infamous side eyes. You had to bite your lip to contain your smile as he started to rant about how you could never let him have his moment, until you weren’t able to hold back anymore and you broke out in laughter. That only left you with an even more sulky Seungkwan. “I was joking, baby ! You know I’m proud of you right ?” - “I don’t want your compliments now, they’re forced.” - “Don’t be like that.” You kissed his cheek and cuddled closer to him as you focused back on the show. And soon enough Seungkwan sighed and embraced you again. He loved you even if you drove him crazy sometimes. 

CHWE HANSOL

You were quite excited when Hansol told you that he would probably dance to Supernova by Aespa because you really liked the song. So when you watched the video with him by your side, you really had to hold back your laugh and smile as you witnessed your boyfriend slaying the choreo with a straight face, as always. “So, what do you think about it ?” You turned to face Hansol, trying to keep your composure, but a small grin had made his way onto your face. “What ? Was I that bad ?” - “No ! Stop saying that everytime I see you dance, you know you’re great. It’s just… Do you really have no emotion ?” He groaned at the neverending joke. When it was coming from you, he knew it was only to tease him at least. “That’s getting old, you know ?” - “But I’m not tired yet.”, you answered innocently. And Hansol shook his head at you despite a little smile stretching the corner of his lips. 

LEE CHAN

Chan always took dance challenges very seriously, no matter who it was and what the choreo was. So even if it was only supposed to be a silly cover, he gave his all into dancing to Fast Forward. Plus, he knew that you liked this song and he wanted to make you proud of him - it was his number one goal every time he was on stage. So when he came to see you, a few days after Caratland, he was expecting you to have already seen the video, just like every time. “Uh ? You dance to Fast Forward ? I didn’t even know… I’m sorry baby, I’ve been quite busy.” - “No, it’s okay, no big deal.” But you could clearly see the disappointment in his eyes and Chan was too adorable when he was like that. So you sighed and simply gave up on your plan, covering his whole face in kisses instead. “You don’t know me that well if you don’t think I’ve already liked every single video of you.” Chan giggled shily, but he liked your attention, liked how you always made sure to shower him in praises. It was impossible to tease him, not when he looked at you with his sad puppy eyes.

-> i don't allow any copies, reposts or translations of my work.

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[3rachaslut]

kinks i think skz would have (pt. 2)

warnings: pretty much just read the sub headings (a few mentions of degradation kinda and pet names?)

! all of these are female receiving and all in a consensual sense !

part 1, part 3

chan — temperature play

because chan lovesss seeing you squirm and jump from the wax dripping all over your tits and tummy omg !

would say things like “you like that baby?” and “does that feel good doll?” like DUH?!

“such a good girl for me”

and do NOT forget about how he would for sure eat you out with ice cubes in this mouth whilst he fingers you ahh !

MAKING. OUT. WITH. YOUR. PUSSY.

lee know - marking

when i say love bites, i mean EVERYWHERE !! neck, tits, thighs, butt. EVERYWHERE !

obsessed with leaving handprints all over your ass from how rough he spanks you and seeing your pretty ass turn red from the impact omg !

“good fucking girl. keep counting”

the faint bruise marks on your neck from the night before when he was choking you whilst you came all over his fingers i’m-

any form of marking that claims you as his, he’s OBSESSED with and you can’t change my mind

changbin — spanking

would bend you over his knee out of no where, pull your skirt up and spank you for looking “so slutty in this skirt baby girl”

defo rubs your ass after each smack to ease the pain aww ;(

teases your entrance with his fingers and smacks harder each time you moan for him

“does that hurt baby? good”

would have you count how many spanks he gives you and if you whine AT ALL he would make you start again

the way his rings would leave imprints on your ass omg

hyunjin — public

no because hyunjin is OBSESSED with seeing you lose yourself in public because of his non stop teasing

would absolutely play with your clit at a family meal and watch you try to stay composed i’m-

“are you okay darling?” he would say whilst he pinches your clit omg

you’d leave for ‘fresh air’ and he’d have the AUDACITY to say “what’s wrong baby?” like ?!?!?

THE POWER THIS MAN HOLDS OVER YOU

jisung — facial

the way i can practically HEAR the whimpers han is letting out as he desperately jerks himself off onto your face ah

WHINEY HANNIE

“so pretty baby..fuck..so fucking pretty..god”

EYE. CONTACT. !! like, you’d stick your tongue out and look up at him with doe eyes as he’s literally staring at you whimpering

something about the way his stomach jerks in and out from his erratic breathing as he gets closer and closer to coming all over your face im-

“gonna come baby, gonna- f- fuck-“

felix — spit

i just KNOW he’s fucking your mouth so hard there’s bubbles around his cock omdbskdm

“open your mouth pretty girl” then proceeds to spit all over your face and tongue wowow

HIS. FINGERS. IN. YOUR. MOUTH.

would deepthroat you with his fingers until your gagging then wipe your spit all over your face oml

“look so good with my fingers down your throat babygirl” *whist you’re gagging* ahhskjs

seungmin — collaring & gagging & pet play

hear me out, there’s NOTHING seungmin gets off on more than seeing you with a collar and a mouth gag on frrrr

“puppies can’t talk baby” AH

he’d attach a lead to the collar and YANK that shit every now and then whilst absolutely ruining your pussy

“such a good little puppy for me, taking me so deep” OMGBSJSN

your muffled moans while he’s pounding into you omg im-

jeongin — slapping

be may be baby bread but this man is ROUGH in bed and you can’t tell me otherwise

would ask you “that feel good baby?” whilst drilling into you and because you’re so deep in sub space you can’t answer. he would absolutely slap you in the face for “not answering him” CONSENSUALLY

he’d be lapping at your pussy and every time you squirm, he’d slap your inner thighs oml

*RAMMING into you* “good. fucking. girl. *slaps your face* (i’m feral just thinking about it)

TIT ! SLAPPING !

a/n: there no place for me in heaven. anyway, bye besties xx

[shuadotcom]

Stay ‘Till Sunrise | HJS + KMG (M)

☀ Summary: After years of pining and lusting over your best friends, your desperation finally gets the better of you and you decide enough is enough. Tonight is the night you’ll risk ruining the friendship to be with them in every way you can.

☀ Pairing: Joshua Hong x Fem!Reader x Kim Mingyu

☀ Genres & AUs: Smut, fluff, friends to lovers au, non!idol au, polyam au, porn with the barest of plots

☀ Rating: 18+ (MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED)

☀ Warnings: Profanity (especially the f bomb), alcohol, oral (f. receiving), creampie, pussy slapping (like 3 times?), squirting, spanking, hair pulling, choking, double penetration, unprotected sex, anal (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), dirty talk, kinda dom!shua, switch!gyu, subby!reader, praise and pet names (babygirl, pretty girl, darling)

☀ Words: 9.1k

☀ Note: This was a dream I had that I needed to put together in fic form and write so it will leave my head!! It’s also inspired by Ruin The Friendship by Demi Lovato! Big thank you to @sun-kore​ for being my amazing, wonderful beta! ❤️ And thank you sosososo much @playmetheclassics​ \ @classicscreations​ for this beautiful banner that I’m still obsessed with!! 😍

Tagging the lovely @the-boy-meets-evil​ because she asked 💛

Okay, you can finally admit it: you want to fuck your best friends.

Well, you want to do more than that. You want Joshua and Mingyu to take you out on dates and call you pet names no matter how corny and old-school they are. You want Mingyu to make you romantic dinners to celebrate milestones together and you want Joshua to make you a beaded bracelet every birthday filled with heart shapes and pastel colors.

You want the three of you to spend lazy mornings laying in bed, sharing body warmth and cuddling until you get hungry or someone has to pee. You want to spend holidays and anniversaries with them. You want to hold Joshua’s perfect hands and place kisses on Mingyu's perfect nose and be the most sickeningly cute, perfect polycule with them.

Every time you see a couple doing cutesy, cheesy couple things your mind always wanders to Joshua and Mingyu, imagining the three of you doing it too and your heart feels so warm at the thought.

Of course, when all of your soft thoughts of light kisses and hand-holding drift away they’re replaced with some not-so-soft thoughts.

Thoughts of Joshua using his big hands to choke you while he fucks you into your mattress and images of Mingyu’s strong arms gripping your legs hard as he makes you cum on his face over and over again. Your laundry list of dirty things you want to do with the two of them is long and extensive but then again how could it not be when they look the way they do?

You’ve known them for five years thanks to your roommate Seungcheol who’s known them for longer. Somewhere after the year three mark of knowing them, feelings for the two men morphed from friendly love for your sweet friends who do nice things for you all of the time to the realization that all of these sweet things have stacked up in your heart to accumulate to the massive, embarrassing,  crush you have on them now.

You love your whole group of friends of course, but they’ve always been the sweetest and easiest to get along with. You can always laugh at the same things as them, eat the same foods, and open up to them more than any of your other friends. Joshua and Mingyu make you feel safe and loved and cared for so of course your heart was bound to belong to them both.

They also happen to be some of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen in your life.

Your eyes wander to Mingyu at this thought at his spot in the kitchen. He’s leaning back against the counter as he waits for the popcorn in the microwave. His arms are crossed as he scrolls on his phone and his long, dark hair hangs in his face. The slightly curly locks look soft and you know they are, seeing as you use every opportunity to playfully run your fingers through them.

He reaches up then, carding his fingers through the strands and you eye the wonderful way his biceps flex when he does, the sleeves of his t-shirt very noticeably hugging his arm. The arms that are so deliciously toned and hard that let you know just how strong Mingyu is and how easily he could probably toss you around and -

The ding of the microwave jolts you out of your long-running thirst thoughts about your friend. Joshua laughs from next to you, playfully poking your side.

“Did the microwave scare you?”

“I was zoning out!”

“Clearly. What were you even thinking about that hard?”

About one of my best friends absolutely wrecking my body in the most sinful of ways.

“Uh, my uh glass is empty. I was contemplating getting up for another drink.” You nod towards your empty glass on the coffee table, your skin burning up at getting caught fantasizing. It’s not a complete lie - before you were consumed with your constant Minshua fantasies, you had in fact been thinking about getting up for another drink.

But then Mingyu got up to make popcorn and you watched him walk away in his gray sweatpants at the same time that Joshua shifted on the couch and his thigh grazed yours and yeah. That’s how you ended up in such a daze.

“Oh, I’ll make you another.”

“No! You don’t have to!” You reach out to grab the glass before he can take it, but he simply bats your hand away and snatches it at the same time he gets up from the couch.

“Nope, I’m doing it.” He sends you a smile that has your heart doing cartwheels.

God, he’s so fucking sweet. You want to suck him off so badly.

“Me too?!” Mingyu points to his half-empty cup on the coffee table. He’s returned to his spot on the couch next to you, the bowl of popcorn balancing in one hand.

“What, are your legs broken? Guess you should’ve made it when you were up.”

“You’re mean!” Mingyu accuses, a pout forming on his face.

Joshua just chuckles at him, blowing him a kiss in response as he reaches the kitchen.

You’re so in love with them it’s disgusting.

He keeps a playful smile on his face as he makes your drink and it quickly morphs into determination as he eyes the different alcohols. You haven’t looked at him straight on since he and Mingyu arrived earlier in the evening for your bi-weekly movie night. You’re still both thanking and cursing the rest of your friend group for having plans and leaving you with your two biggest weaknesses tonight.

Joshua leans over the sink to rinse out your glass and the button-down he’s wearing - that’s already undone way too far in your opinion - exposes more of his smooth chest and it takes everything in you not to gape so openly. He’s nowhere as big as Mingyu, but you know for certain they’ve gone to the gym many times together and you know Joshua’s also built in a way that has you blushing and kicking your feet like a mad woman. He’s constantly wearing shirts that show off all of the honeyed skin of his neck, just begging to be covered in marks. And oh how badly do you want those marks to come from your lips and teeth.

“Can I put something else on?” Mingyu directs the question at both of you but is reaching over you already to grab the remote.

His body is so warm and he smells so good and you’re back to focusing on him again. The urge to reach out and cup his face just to gaze at him up close is strong, but you keep yourself composed.

“If you put on Spiderman one more time, I’m going to bite you,” you warn him, watching him open the search bar on the streaming menu.

“Come on! Every time we have movie night you and Shua try to put on too many scary movies!”

“The last one wasn’t even scary, it was just a thriller.” You roll your eyes at the man. “Don’t be a baby.” Your friends, especially you and Joshua, always tease the younger man about how whiny he gets when anyone puts anything remotely scary around him. Unfortunately for him, both you and Joshua love them and it’s two versus one tonight.

“It was a horror thriller! I saw the categories when it was over!” Mingyu continues leaning over you even after the remote is in his hand, so when he tilts his head back to look at you upside down, he’s so incredibly close enough to see every detail on his perfect face.

You’re the target of his pout this time, his plush lips looking oh-so inviting. Delusion kicks in at that moment and you swear you see Mingyu’s eye drift to your mouth too, neither of you moving away from one other.

Is he moving towards you right now? Kissing upside down seems hard and logistically, not that simple, but you’d never dream of rejecting Mingyu in this universe or any other.

“Move your big head!” Joshua interrupts whatever this was when he returns, waving your drink in front of your face. “Alright Y/n, I demand that you give me feedback on my bartending skills immediately.”

Mingyu jolts up, reaching quickly for a handful of popcorn and shoving it into his mouth. He gives Joshua a look that you can’t decipher. It’s quick and you nearly miss it, but it definitely looks like something. Ignoring it, you take your glass from Joshua, and he watches as you sip your drink, waiting for your verdict.

“It’s perfect,” you finally say and he breaks into a brilliant smile.

“I know.” He says rather smugly. “I always know what you like.” Joshua sends you a wink and you guess it’s that coupled with his words that conjure up a version of Joshua whispering that into your ear as he fucks you hard, knowing exactly how you like it and how to touch you.

To drown out the thirst and desperation in your head you start to chug the drink, aware of both men watching you gulp it down in record time.

“Be careful there, Y/n. I know it’s good but don’t get ahead of yourself.” Joshua’s hand finds your knee which doesn’t help you at all with the state that you’re in.

Clumsy hands reach out for the remote, announcing to them that you’ll be finding something to put on which steers the conversation into another debate of what to watch. You’re thankful for it because quite frankly, you need all the distractions you can get.

It’s nearly one in the morning when you suggest to them that they stay the night. None of you are drunk per se, but they are buzzed so driving home is off the table. Joshua suggests that they’ll take a rideshare since they don’t live far from each other, but you shoot that down.

“That’s stupid, just stay the night. We can keep hanging out.” You punctuate your words with your best pout to lay it on thick. To be honest, you’ve been debating all night if you want to make any moves to suggest you want to do more with them than watch movies but you haven’t decided yet and want a little more time. Plus you just don’t want to stop being around them.

“Fine, we'll stay.” Joshua decides for both of them. It hadn’t taken long at all for him to give in.

“Good!”

With that settled, you all take a movie intermission for bathroom breaks and showers before resuming. Since you’re in for the night you want to be more comfortable - and you need a second to try and get your mind sorted.

This wouldn’t be the first time that any of your guy friends stayed at your apartment for various reasons, so you’re able to fish out some extra sweats and shirts for them that have been left behind for various reasons.

Once you’re in your room with your door shut tight you pull off your clothes and get ready to shower. Now more than ever you’re thankful that when you and Seungcheol played rock, paper scissors to see who’d get the master bedroom, you won.

Speaking of your roommate, you think about him and send a text message as the water for your shower warms up. He went home for his brother’s birthday which gave you the blessing and the curse of being alone with the two men who are showering only a few feet away from you.

[Y/n] Cheol, are you up?

[Choi Seungcheollie] Yeah I’m up. The party is still raging on and my brother is absolutely wasted. He’s this close to getting us kicked out of this club 🙄

[Choi Seungcheollie] Why are you still up? Did Mingyu and Joshua leave already?

[Y/n] No, they're sleeping over. We’re not drunk off our asses but they def can’t be driving

[Choi Seungcheollie] They’re sleeping over huh? 🤔

[Choi Seungcheollie] Is tonight the night you’ll finally become the meat in the Mingyu and Joshua sandwich of your dreams?????

[Y/n] Stopppppppp I’m scared 😩 If I confess and they don’t feel the same our friendship is fucked you know this

[Choi Seungcheollie] You’re so dramatic. They worship the ground you walk on already, remember? Ask anyone.

[Choi Seungcheollie] Text Jeonghan I’m sure he’ll tell you the same

You most certainly will not be texting Jeonghan. You may also be close to him, but he still won’t hesitate to blackmail you to confess if he knew your current situation.

[Y/n] I’d rather risk potentially ruining the friendship myself than get that fucking villain involved

[Choi Seungcheollie] Fair point. Then all I’ll say is to just DO IT. It’ll go fine. You’ve been pining over them for literal years and I know these guys. This won’t be the end of your friendship.

[Choi Seungcheollie] Maybe just start with something small and see how they react.

You roll Seungcheol’s words around in your head. The desire weighing heavy in your stomach for them is the most it’s been in a long time. The fear of rejection and driving a wedge in between the three of you has kept your mouth shut all this time, but you’re really going through it tonight with the way you’re quite literally craving them. If you can come up with something small then it could be easier for you to read them.

[Y/n] Fine, I'll figure something out. If I get my heart broken expect a hysterical voice memo later!!

[Choi Seungcheollie] Good luck, Y/n! I’ll be here if you need me ❤️

After taking a quick shower, you finally decide the best course of action is your choice of pajamas. Instead of the cute cow set that you bought recently you decide on a black cotton night shirt that stops somewhere under your asscheeks with the matching panties that can easily be seen when you bend over - even just a little bit. Seungcheol said something subtle and you feel as though seducing them in your underwear is the most blatant yet wordless way of doing so.

Giving yourself a quick once over, you decide that forgoing a bralette is the most logical choice for your desired endgame, and make your way back out into the living room. Both men are on the couch looking at something on Mingyu’s phone when you enter and you watch as Joshua does a double take when looking up at you. He tries to subtly get Mingyu to notice you, but the latter isn’t too good with that, so Mingyu’s eyes on you are much more obvious.

“You guys showered already?” Your question is innocent, as is the way you ease into your seat between them. But, you do go out of your way to lift your night shirt so you don’t sit on it, exposing your panties as you sit.

“Yeah. We were just trying to decide if we wanted to order food.” Joshua’s words sound a little distant and a glance out of the corner of your eye tells you why. His gaze keeps darting between the tv and the expanse of your thighs that are exposed. The nightshirt is already short, but it’s risen nearly to the tops of your thighs when sitting. On your other side, Mingyu’s phone is still in front of his face but he’s doing a terrible job at pretending he isn’t looking at you.

Putting on a short shirt was the best plan of action you could conjure up on the fly, but it seems to be working.

“Up to you guys. I’ve got more snacks if you don’t wanna wait.” Both men make noises of acknowledgment but don’t make another move other than Joshua resuming to flip through Netflix.

Not a single part of you is paying attention to what Joshua puts on tv. It’s an anime you’ve seen but the men on either side of you are all you focus on. You’re no femme fatale in the slightest and your flirting could use some serious work, but you’d like to think their change in demeanor is a good thing. You continue shifting on the couch so that different parts of you graze against the two of them and each man reacts, albeit differently.

Mingyu lets out a lot of stifled sounds of surprise while Joshua clears his throat each time an arm or leg touches him but neither of them moves away or tries to create distance which keeps your small bout of confidence from fizzling out.

Eventually, your urge to make a bolder move is strong so you decide to be a little more blatant.

“I’m gonna grab a snack, do you guys want anything?”

“Nope.”

“No.” They rush their answers out in unison and you can’t help but smile to yourself.

You pull yourself up from the couch slowly, leaning forward as you do so the back of your shirt rides up and you know for sure your panties are visible. To up the ante, you drop your phone on the floor in front of the couch.

“Oops.” Before you can talk yourself out of it, you hold your breath and bend at the waist to pick it up, ass on full display. Mingyu lets out what sounds like a whimper from behind you, but you’re too nervous to turn around so phone in hand, you beeline for the kitchen, your back still turned to them.

Nerves are starting to outweigh the rush of horniness the night has brought you. What if you throw yourself at them and they completely turn you away? What if you do too much and it makes one or both of them so uncomfortable that it ruins your dynamic? The end result of the idea of confessing to them loops back around as it always does and you’re close to backing out as you always do and retreating to the safety of your room where you can daydream of what-ifs and touch yourself in peace.

“Hey, Y/n,” You almost jump out of your skin at the sound of Mingyu’s voice so close behind you. You hadn’t even heard him approach but you very much feel him. His broad chest is pressed against your back, his body heat rolling off of him in waves.

“H-hey,” Hopefully he doesn’t hear the way your voice trembles.

“You’ve been standing here for a while. Do you need help getting something?”

Truth be told, you have no idea how long exactly you’ve been standing in front of the cabinet. At the moment your brain is having trouble keeping up with much of anything other than how close your best friend is to you.

“Uh, um,” your eyes dart to the open cabinet in front of you, landing on the bag of cookies that are on a top shelf, out of your reach. When you say this to Mingyu, he leans forward, his torso pushing against yours, effectively pinning you against the counter as he reaches over your head. He smells so good and feels so warm and firm, your head is dizzy at all of these sensations hitting you at once.

“Here.” Minygu brings the bag of cookies to your eyesight, the snack right in front of you, but neither of you moves. Both of you seem to be holding your breath, waiting for the other to do something.

“Mingyu, I -” Your sentence ends with a choke as Mingyu jolts his hips forward, the bulge in his sweatpants poking you.

He retracts his hips quickly, almost so quickly that for a second you nearly believe maybe it didn’t happen, but you know what you felt. That’s why you decide in an instant to move your hips back to meet his crotch. Mingyu makes a hissing noise behind you, but again, neither of you moves away.

“Hey, we had a deal!” Joshua’s voice is what finally has you and Mingyu separating, the forgotten bag of cookies falling to the floor.

“Shit, sorry! I couldn’t help it!” Mingyu stamps his foot on the ground. You’d have found the gesture cute if you weren’t so confused.

“A deal?” You pipe up, neither man hearing you.

“I knew when you came into the kitchen you couldn’t be trusted.”

“I really did want to come to get something to drink! I just got distracted because she’s wearing that!”

“Likely story.”

“What are you guys talking about?!” You yell, both of them finally paying attention to you. They exchange a look. “And don’t do that annoying man telekinesis shit. I saw you do it earlier tonight  - tell me the truth!”

“We agreed that neither of us would go after you since we both like you!” Mingyu blurts in a rush, unable to meet your eyes.

“You what?”

“We just didn’t wanna fuck up our friendship with each other and you of course. We care about you and didn’t want to make things messy.”

Blinking at Joshua’s words, the wheels in your head work overdrive to comprehend what they’re saying.

“I’m sorry, you both like me?”

“I know it sounds weird, I got drunk at Chan’s birthday party last year and told Joshua when you were dancing with Soonyoung.”

“And then I told him I liked you too because I was also drunk and we promised neither of us would act on it and just hope our crushes went away.”

Wordlessly, you take in their confessions. You can’t believe you’ve been breaking your own heart this whole time. Ignoring your feelings, stressing over them, willing them gone for nothing. And to think, you wanted to seduce them so badly tonight when all you probably had to do was tell them and they’d take care of you.

“You’re not mad at us, right? I’m sorry if you think we’re creepy or whatever, we can totally leave!” Mingyu looks like a kicked puppy as he anticipates your answer, likely expecting a negative response.

“You guys are not leaving.” You finally say, both men looking surprised. “I’ve been talking myself out of liking you two for the last like two years and you’ve been into me this whole time. There’s no way I’m going to let you just leave after we’ve gotten all this out in the open.”

“I - you like us too? Both of us?” Joshua looks as surprised as you probably do.

“Both of you. A lot.” They share another look.

“So… what do we do?” Joshua starts. “I mean I’m fucking stoked that you just said that, but what do we actually do?”

“I’m open to the three of us, you know, being a thing.”

“Like, you date me, but also Joshua and we all date each other?” You nod at Mingyu’s words, holding your breath at their reaction.

A beat of silence goes by, neither man speaking before Joshua decides.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” You and Mingyu ask in unison.

“Okay, we can all date. It’s a win-win-win. I get to call Y/n my girlfriend finally and Mingyu is lucky enough to say he’s dating a catch like me.”

“Yah, you’re the lucky one! Do you how many people wanna date me? I’m a model for a reason, thank you very much.”

“Posting selfies and outfit of the day TikToks doesn’t make you a model, Gyu.”

“If I get paid to show this face then it’s modeling! Don’t be a hater.” Mingyu clicks his tongue.

“Hey!” Again you interrupt their bickering. “I really, really like both of you so much and I want to do so many dumb boyfriend-girlfriend things with y’all, and we can work out the dynamics of this whole thing tomorrow, but right now I am so insanely horny and I’d really like it if you guys could fuck me.”

Your best friends - now boyfriends? - gape at you and take too long to respond, so to speed things along you close your eyes and start to lift your nightshirt, stopping to expose your bare breasts to them. Both sets of brown eyes in front of you take in your half-naked form.

“Please,” you whine, peeking an eye open. You don’t care who moves first - you just wish one of them would.

Something in Joshua’s expression changes and his usual sweet face turns dark as he crosses the small distance between you two, his hands cupping your face as he smashes your lips together.

Kissing Joshua is heavier than you anticipate. His lips easily and skillfully take over yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth without much resistance on your end. Your body presses forward against his like a magnet and you need to grip his shirt to steady yourself against him. He holds your face with a tenderness that is a stark contrast to the way he’s desperately ravishing your lips.

“Fuck, I’m finally kissing you,” Joshua sighs in between kisses and you hum in agreement.

You get lost in the whirlwind that is finally making out with Joshua, but the feeling of another set of hands on your body snaps you back to reality. Mingyu has silently met the two of you in the middle of the kitchen, efficiently trapping you between both men. His just as soft lips ghost over your neck as his arms, almost trembling, wrap around your waist.

Mingyu has always been one of the softest men you’ve ever known. He’s a big boy with big arms and an even bigger heart. You can feel the nervousness and hesitancy radiating off of him. Prying your fingers from the death grip they have on Joshua’s shirt, you move one hand down to lie on top of Mingyu’s. Immediately your fingers slip between his to grip his hand tightly and let him know how okay with this you are and how safe he is here with all of you together like this.

It must’ve been the reassurance he needs because the next thing you feel is Mingyu’s teeth as they begin nibbling harder at the skin on your neck, clearly intending to leave marks. He pulls your hips back so you meet his erection digging into your lower back.

A whimper escapes you as your brain teeters on the brink of shutting off the more Mingyu leaves you reminders of tonight and the more Joshua kisses every breath out of you.

At some point, Joshua finally comes up for air, both of you panting for dear life. Mingyu spins you around and replaces Joshua’s mouth with his, his hands opting to grip your hips as he melds his lips with yours. Where Joshua’s kiss was dominant and thoughtful, Mingyu’s is soft yet desperate. Between moments to breathe, he slips in little nibbles on your bottom lip and kisses you as if he’ll never get another chance, which couldn’t be further from the truth.

Your fingers dart up to tangle in his midnight hair, tugging on the soft strands by the root.

“Fuck, Y/n…” Your name falls from Mingyu’s mouth in a groan and it’s probably the best thing you’ve heard in your life.

Wanting to hear it once more, you pull again, and he whimpers your name again. You go in for a third time, but he doesn’t let you. Instead, Mingyu swoops down with lips still attached to yours as he grabs hold of your thighs and quickly scoops you up off of the ground, plopping you on the kitchen counter.

“Wanna taste you so bad.” Mingyu pleads between kisses. His words shoot straight to your pussy and you nod your head so fast you nearly give yourself whiplash.

The sound of Joshua’s chuckle draws your attention up and to him. As Mingyu kisses down your body, inching your panties down on the way, Joshua holds your gaze.

He’s a sight directly out of your usual fantasies. A red hue fans out across the expanse of his neck, up to his round cheekbones, and reaches his pouty lips as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. Your eyes desperately follow his hand as it reaches up to push back his already messy hair, then moves back down to grip his obvious erection. He rubs himself a few times through his sweatpants, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Shua…” You mewl, hand feebly reaching for him.

“What is it, pretty girl?”

You falter at the pet name that falls from his lips so easily - and in a tone that you’re not used to from him.

“I - I want you. I - ohhhhh.”

Mingyu’s lips wrap around your clit and suck hard - any semblance of a sentence you had in mind withers away. His fingers dig into your thighs to keep a grip on you as his thick tongue alternates between lapping at your clit and darting in and out of you. The sounds of Mingyu eating you out like a man starved fills the kitchen, making you dizzy.

“Fuck, Gyu!” Mingyu’s tongue is sinful as he laps at you, making a mess of you even more than you already are. “So good….you’re so good.” Your hands find Mingyu’s hair and tug on the strands again causing the younger man to moan into you as he starts eating you out even rougher, his teeth nipping at your sticky skin and his nose bumping into your clit.

Joshua is next to you suddenly, his soft hands running up your thighs and under your nightshirt. He eases the fabric off of you and tosses it elsewhere. He’s immediately cupping your face again, pulling you in to capture your lips once more. His other hand moves down to grab your breast, kneading and squeezing with the right force to have you panting in his mouth.

Having both men on you like this, touching you everywhere you need it, kissing you everywhere you need it, has you approaching your orgasm quicker than you think you ever have before.

“Gyu baby, Shua, fuck, I-I’m gonna -” For the second time tonight they have you faltering, this time it’s because Joshua pulls away at the same time that he grips Mingyu’s hair and yanks his head from between your legs. Mingyu lets out a groan that meshes with your noise of frustration.

“Why?!” The man still kneeling pouts, looking almost devastated.

“I think this’ll work best in Y/n’s bedroom.” The words barely leave Joshua’s mouth before Mingyu is clambering up from the floor, lifting you from the counter, and placing you onto the floor. He intertwines your fingers and practically drags you to your bedroom.

“Mingyu, there’s no rush!” You try and reassure him, but he has you on your bed almost immediately as you enter the room and is kissing you again.

“I know, baby girl, but I need you so bad. I’ve dreamed about eating you out for fucking ever and you taste so good and I just need to do it before I explode.”

You can’t argue with that so after one more bruising kiss, Mingyu shuffles down the bed and gets comfortable between your legs before diving back in, his tongue thrusting into you once more. Who are you to deny a beautiful man practically begging to eat your pussy? Plus if Mingyu keeps calling you baby girl the way he did, you’ll let him do damn near anything.

Joshua comes into the room then, eyes fixated on the sight before him. You have enough strength amidst Mingyu consuming your soul through your coochie to reach out and stop Joshua before he climbs onto the bed.

“C-clothes off. It’s not - ahh - uh, it’s not fair th-that I’m the only one naked.” Your sentence is capped off with a moan as Mingyu sucks particularly hard.

“Hmmm. I should make you ask me nicer than that,” Joshua teases, pretending to think but it’s only for a second. “But I think I’ll let it slide this time. Next time I won’t be so nice.” The smirk he sends your way is lethal and has you clenching around Mingyu’s eager tongue.

Joshua makes quick work of pulling off his shirt and pants. You can barely marvel at the expanse of the smooth skin of his abs and the sheer size of his cock because Mingyu makes you cum then.

“Oh fuck, yes!” It hits you like a train and your body tingles as you cry out his name. You grip your sheets so hard that your fingers hurt as he peppers kisses all over your pussy, moaning after each smooch.

“You sound so good when you cum, pretty girl. Doesn’t she, Gyu?”

“Fuck, yeah. She does.”

“I wanna hear you cum again, darling. Can you do that for us?” Joshua’s tone is full of honey and sweetness as he licks his fingers and brings them to your clit. You nearly leap off the bed as he begins rubbing circles against you, wetness pooling between your legs as soon as he finds a steady pace.

“Joshua!” You squirm under his touch, both wanting him to stop due to the sensitivity and silently begging him for more.

“I think she wants more, Shua.” Mingyu muses, his breath feeling dangerously close to your inner thigh again.

“Oh yeah? Is that what you want, darling?”

“Mmhmm! Please!”

“Please what?” You wrench your eyes open to look down at them. Mingyu apparently shed his clothes in the time it took for your post-orgasm haze to clear. His hair is a mess and his pupils are blown wide as he stares, eyes darting between your core and your face. Joshua on the other hand is only staring right at you, his brown eyes full of desire as he skillfully rubs your clit, waiting for your response.

“P-please make me cum again,” it’s more a mumble than anything, feeling flustered at having both of them with their attention on you.

In response to the feeble attempt at begging, Joshua smacks your mound, the sting rushing through you deliciously. “You can do better than that, pretty girl. Wanna try again?” Another sharp smack follows and you squeal.

“Please, please make me cum again!” It’s almost a sob this time which seems to please Joshua because the next thing you feel is one of his long fingers slipping into your entrance, immediately having you buck your hips to meet his hand.

“So needy,” he coos at you, heat spreading over you even more, this time in embarrassment.

It doesn’t take long for Joshua to be able to slip another finger in, stretching you out even more. As he fucks you with his fingers, leaving you panting like an animal underneath him, he adjusts his position on his knees and leans up to take one of your nipples into his mouth.

“Fuuuuuuck!” Your second orgasm is fast approaching with the added stimulation, but it’s not until Mingyu decides to lean down and once again suction his mouth over your clit do you arch almost painfully off the bed, a garble of curses all that’s able to leave your mouth. The heat pools in your belly hot and heavy and this time it feels so much more intense than the first.

This time when you cum, an honest to god shriek rips from you, everything feels too fucking good and your senses going into overdrive. You feel your orgasm spilling out of you as you squirt for maybe only the second time in your life.

“Holy shit, Y/n. You just squirted all over me,” Mingyu marvels.

“That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen” Joshua finishes and Mingyu hums in agreement. You’re aware that they’re praising you and you’re giddy about it as the fog in your brain settles and eases away.

“How are you feeling, baby girl?” Mingyu checks in with you after you’ve had time to come down. “Do you want to stop? Because we definitely can.”

“Yeah, this can be it for tonight if you want it to be.”

“No!” You tiredly object, shaking your head furiously. “I’ve wanted this forever. Please fuck me? Shua, Gyu - ‘want you both so bad.” You hope your words convey your need for both of them, adding in a low-effort pout for good measure.

They both look at each other, having another one of their telepathic conversations without you. Instead of saying anything, you open your knees, sopping cunt on display to show them just how much you mean what you say.

A few seconds tick by before Joshua speaks. “Who do you want first?”

“Both of you.”

“Are you sure?”

“A thousand, million times yes. Please don’t make me beg anymore, you said you were being nice to me this time.” You hope you’re batting your eyelashes enough to encourage them to scoop you up and finally do something.

Thankfully it works as both men move into action, maneuvering you and themselves into a position that works best. You all agreed on no condoms since you’re all clean and you’re well-protected yourself.

Joshua’s underneath you as you straddle him, his lips moving sloppily against yours as Mingyu kneels behind you. Joshua has done a good job of distracting you with groping and kissing as Mingyu preps you, already one finger deep in your ass.

When he adds more lube and eases in a second finger, you hiss against Joshua’s mouth at the added stretch.

“Ssh, you’re doing so good pretty girl.” More praise is sung by Joshua as he massages your tits.

“Our good, pretty girl,” Mingyu adds from behind, the other hand that isn’t working you open rubs, and gently kneads your ass cheeks, both men working to relax you.

Their words and touches help, and soon, Mingyu is pulling his fingers from you and tapping the swollen, lubed-up head of his dick against your puckered hole.

“I’ll go slow,” he reassures you as he does. Slowly, he starts to push into you, this stretch stinging so much more. When you let a whimper slip, Joshua’s hold around your middle tightens, keeping you close to him and peppering your face in kisses.

Fuck, Mingyu is big. You finally had a chance to see what you were in for as you were all getting into position and this would certainly be a feat for you - quickly seeing how literally everything about Mingyu is big. You already knew this would be a stretch you’ve never felt.

Mingyu is true to his word and pushes into you gradually, inch by tantalizing inch. It seems like hours go by before he’s fully sheathed inside of you, neither of you moving until everyone is in position.

“Doing okay, darling?” Taking a deep breath you nod at Joshua and he gives you another kiss before lifting his hips, lining himself up with your pussy, and pushing in, just as carefully as Mingyu had. Joshua’s cock isn’t as big as Mingyu, but it’s still impressive enough and plenty thick, the girth alone stretching your walls almost painfully.

Once he’s buried in all the way, no one moves, letting you adjust. Your eyes slip closed as you register how impossibly full you feel and take in how heavy all of you are breathing as you wait.

“Please move,” you finally stutter.

Both of them give your body a shallow thrust to test and that alone has a long, drawn-out moan spilling out of you. Gradually, their thrusts get faster and rougher, giving you more and more until they’re both full-on drilling into you, your body jolting back and forth so fast you can barely keep up.

The wet, squishing sounds of your arousal and the lube fill the room along with the smacks of skin on skin and the harsh spanks Mingyu has started leaving on your ass.

“You’re taking us so well, baby girl,” Mingyu pants out, his hands feeling like fire as they press indents into your skin.

“So, so well, pretty girl. I didn’t know you could take two cocks at the same time,” Joshua’s words are breathy as he bucks his hips up into yours, but they’re no less dirty and teasing.

“I-I’m so f-full…” To your ears, your words sound like gibberish as they both find the perfect rhythm that has your eyes rolling back.

“Yeah? You like being stuffed like this? Two cocks shoved inside of you?” Joshua’s hands are still wrapped around you to hold you steady, punctuating his words with sharp rolls of his hips.

“You like both of us abusing your tight little holes?” Those words come from Mingyu and are punctuated with his fingers in your hair this time, his nails scraping your scalp.

“Yes! Fuck yes, fill me up,” The all too familiar heat starts to churn in your stomach, your walls clenching around both of them as you feel your orgasm brewing. “I’m so fucking close, please!” It’s a needy cry but both of them hear you, their paces becoming quicker and rougher. Mingyu’s fingers stayed buried in your hair, pulling you up just enough to expose your neck. One of Joshua’s big hands moves to grip your neck, using it for leverage to snap his hips up more.

“Gonna cum for us again, pretty girl?” You can’t nod well with his hand where it is, but you hope he at least hears the ‘yes’ that you rasp out between the whines and moans you’ve been letting out.

Your hands, which have been holding you up, start to wobble at the force they’re fucking into you, but you still do your best to move one up to rest over Joshua’s still on your neck. You squeeze around it to try and indicate to him what you want.

“Oh? I think our girl likes to be choked, Gyu.” Involuntarily, you clench and Joshua falters in his pace a little. “Fuck, she just squeezed me so hard - that must be a yes.”

“I think she likes getting her hair pulled too.” Mingyu tugs hard at his words and you manage out a pathetic squeak in response.

Now that they both know what you like, they don’t hold back as they take you to the end. Mingyu tugs your hair so hard it burns, but you like the pain so it pushes you closer.

“Oh, oh oh! Gonna c-cum!” And then you do, with Joshua’s fingers around your neck tightening, succeeding in cutting off your air as you cum for a third time. Your mouth opens in a silent scream, fireworks exploding behind clenched eyelids, and your body goes rigid as the pleasure engulfs you.

“Shit… fuck!” Mingyu cums right after you, not bothering to pull out as he shoots his hot load into you. His groans turn into breathless sighs of your name until he begins slowing down, fucking his cum back into with shallow thrusts.

When Joshua cums next, he releases the grip on your neck so you can greedily gulp air back into your lungs. Both of Joshua’s hands hold your thighs, his nails biting into the skin, as he bucks up into you one, two, three more times before pulling out and cumming between your bodies. His whines are just as desperate as you and Mingyu’s as he empties himself, relishing in the feeling of his dick pressed between your sticky bodies.

Your shared, ragged breaths fill the room, their hips slowing to a leisurely pace until eventually, they stop moving altogether. Mingyu takes his time easing himself out of you and you feel his cum trickle down your ass, earning a groan from behind you. Now that you’re empty again, your eyelids fall shut, draping yourself completely over Joshua’s body.

You hear him chuckle from under you, your body wants so badly to drift off to sleep.

He can tell, because Joshua doesn’t let you do so, telling you everyone needs to clean up first. You try to object, wanting to power down right there, but they will hear nothing of it.

Mingyu is tasked with taking you to the shower and cleaning you up while Joshua changes your extremely soiled sheets. You spend most of the shower leaning against Mingyu’s chest, but he’s more than happy to do most of the work to clean you.

Joshua comes in at some point and fits himself into the small shower with both of you, sandwiching you between both men once again. His gentle hands rub circles on your back, applying light pressure to your sorest muscles.

When everyone is clean again, Mingyu helps you out of the shower and wraps you in a towel, starting to dry you off. He removes your shower cap - which you luckily weren’t too fucked out to forget to tell him you needed - and leans down to place a small kiss on your nose. Mingyu smiles from ear to ear at the giggle you let out and he can’t help but give you a few more pecks all over the rest of your face.

He and Joshua help you back to your bedroom and you immediately crawl into bed, your satin pillowcase practically calling your name.

“Wait, Y/n, what pajamas do you want?”

Shaking your head at Joshua, you finally reach the top of your sheets and burrow into the bed. “No pajamas. I usually sleep naked when Cheol is out of the apartment.”

“Say no more!” Mingyu flops himself down onto the bed without a second thought, efficiently trapping you under the covers.

“Gyu, let me out!”

“Not until you say something nice to me!”

You let out a laugh and feel around the covers to try and find his sides. “Now it makes sense why you always want to be babied - you have a praise kink!” When you find what feels like his toned torso, you grab at him, tickling him the best you can through the fabric.

Mingyu lets out a shrill yelp and flings himself off of the bed to avoid your hands. Joshua bursts into laughter along with you and moves to uncover you from the bed linen. Your first sight is his beautiful smile, his eyes crinkling into the most perfect half-moon shapes. Whenever Joshua looks at you like this - his most beautiful, carefree self - you want so badly to kiss him and experience the moment with him. This time, you remember that now you can do that and so you do. Without a second thought, Joshua is kissing you back, a smile still on his lips as you melt into him. Everything about tonight has felt so perfect - especially this moment right here.

“Hey, me next!” Mingyu whines as the bed dips next to you as he climbs under the covers. You and Joshua pull away, the stars in his eyes twinkling at you, and he lets you go to give your attention to Mingyu.

“I didn’t realize I was getting such a bratty boyfriend,” you tease as you turn to face him, his arms zipping out to wrap around you and pull you close.

“Don’t act so surprised. You’ve known me long enough that you should’ve known. And now it’s too late and you’re stuck with me!” Mingyu winks at you, swooping down to kiss you. It’s true - your beautiful boy has been a big baby from the first day you met him when he whined to Wonwoo about sharing one of his books with him.

“You’re lucky I think you’re too cute to say no to you.” You get the words out in between kisses and chuckles.

“You say that as if you don’t use your cuteness for evil just like him.” Joshua accuses as he flips off the bedroom light, your automatic nightlight across the room glowing a soft orange. He’s last to climb into bed, moving to spoon you with an arm around your waist.

“When do I do that?!”

Scoffing, he gives you a pointed look as he leans on his elbow to look down at you. “All the time! Yesterday when we were at that sushi place you batted your cute little eyelashes at me every time my sushi got to the table and you wanted a taste.” Okay, he’s got you there - you had intentionally pulled out the big guns to taste everything new he ordered.

“Yeah well, maybe you shouldn’t let yourself be swayed so easily.”

“Wow, I can’t believe you just victim-blamed me!”

“And I’ll do it again!”

Mingyu cracks up, his whole body shaking as he laughs.

“Hey, don’t encourage her!”

“But she’s funny and cute!”

“Tsk, tsk. Don’t be so defiant baby boy.” Mingyu chokes on his spit at Joshua’s teasing, staring wide-eyed at the older man from over your head.

“You’re so evil! I remember when you first moved to Korea - you were so sweet! I blame Jeonghan!”

“How about all of us are equally cute and Jeonghan is the root of all evil and now we can go to bed okay? Y’all bicker too loudly to sleep through.” You efficiently silence them, Mingyu sticking his tongue out at Joshua in the dim light but that’s the end of it. Goodnights are passed around and you get two goodnight kisses, one on your forehead and one on your cheek. That’s all you need to fall asleep, surrounded by so much warmth.

Sunlight peeks through your blinds in the morning and when you adjust in your sleep, it leaks through your eyelids. You squint your eyes open a crack, glaring at the offending rays. After blinking a few times to adjust to the light, you glance down, smiling warmly at the sight. Mingyu’s much larger body is attached to your side, his long limbs wrapped and tangled in yours. You can’t see his face from this angle, but his slow breathing lets you know he’s still asleep, shuffling just a bit as he snuggles closer into your chest.

You turn your head to the opposite side, both to get away from the streaks of the sun and to see Joshua’s sleeping face. His eyes are still closed, and the corner of his plush lips are curled up a little, even as he’s dreaming. For what feels like the hundredth time since last night, you’ve felt like this whole thing is a dream, finally having the men you care about the most here with you like this.

“Morning, pretty girl,” Joshua whispers suddenly and you can’t help but jump. You hadn’t realized you had zoned out staring at him.

“Morning, Shua.” He opens his eyes and meets yours, your skin heating up under his gaze. “I didn’t mean to stare!”

“Oh, that’s too bad because I was staring at you on purpose before you woke up.” He winks at you, succeeding in flustering you.

“You’re just going to spend this whole relationship being a worse flirt than you were before last night aren’t you!”

“Mmhmm. And just like Gyu said, it’s too late and you’re stuck with me!” Joshua’s expression turns wicked, mischief clear on his face.

“Shua no, Gyu’s still asleep!” Joshua doesn’t listen, because of course he doesn’t, and digs his fingers into your sides, tickling you. “N-No!” You can’t help but scream, trying to squirm away from him.

Your sudden yell has Mingyu’s head springing up, bleary-eyed but still panicking. “What’s going on?!”

A sudden commotion in the hallway catches your attention and Seungcheol comes barrelling into your open room, hands raised in fight mode. “Y/n are you alright?!” He freezes when he sees you, Mingyu, and Joshua, wrapped up in your sheets, also frozen and staring back at him. “Oh. I thought you were being hurt.” His tone is flat as he drops his fists.

“Cheol, you’re back early! I thought you wouldn’t be back until the evening.” His lack of reaction upon walking into this has some of your embarrassment starting to ebb away.

“Yeah, my brother and I had a fight so I ended up leaving early. I just got home a few minutes ago.”

“Aw, I’m sorry to hear that. Do you wanna talk about it?”

Your roommate snorts, his eyebrows raising at you. “You don’t exactly seem to be in the position to talk about my feelings, Y/n.”

“Oh. Well, give me a few minutes and we’ll get up and we can come sit down with you!”

“Nah, Jeonghan is expecting me at his place. I was texting him last night about our fight so he said I can come over when I got in. I just wanted to drop my suitcase off.”

“You texted him first about the fight?! Why not me?!” You huff at him. Seungcheol always confided in you first - since you lived together it just came naturally that you vent to each other first when something upsets you.

“Now be for real, Y/n - you were clearly quite busy after we texted last. Would you have answered me if I texted you at like three?” The struggle to try and remember when exactly Mingyu had started eating you out in the kitchen is real and you can’t come up even a guess of what time that was. “That’s what I thought. See you kids later and stay safe!”

The three of you say your goodbyes, listening to his retreating footsteps before you hear him stop.

“Oh, and if you get a bunch of messages in the group chat all of a sudden, you may wanna just mute it.” He calls down the hall.

Frowning, you share a look with Mingyu and Joshua before answering. “What? Why?”

You almost ask him again, thinking he left without answering, but then he quickly rushes the answer. “Because Jeonghan started a betting pool when he figured out - on his own may I add - that you liked Joshua and Mingyu and he wanted to see how long it would take you to confess to them and I have to tell him he lost!” He speaks fast, but you still hear every word.

“He what?! Seungcheol get back here!” Instead of an answer, he sounds as if he runs down the hall and a second goes by before the front door opens and then closes.

It’s just like you said - Jeonghan is the root of all evil. You fully intend on sending him a scathing text message, but then Mingyu starts kissing your shoulder and neck at the same time that Joshua begins drawing slow yet deliberate patterns over your thighs and hips. They probably sense your aggravation and are easily intending to redirect you. Mingyu also mentions something about making you breakfast in between smooches which also diverts your attention - your empty stomach very noticeable.

Their distraction tactics work of course because soon your mind is redirected to Joshua and Mingyu only and no one else. You’ll deal with the rest of the world later - your ain’t shit friend included - deciding to instead focus on the two beautiful men you get to not only stay friends with but also that you get to be so much more with, which feels like a dream within itself.

[julysn]

Hii! Sorry, I'm a little embarrassed to ask you this >-<, but could you do an Andy Graves x Reader fanfic?I'm so obsessed with the post what it would be like to date Andrew, oh if I could ask for one more thing could it be on the decay route or without Ashley?

𝓝otes ⋆ i think you’re the same anon from the andy graves post so HI AGAIN!! also two writing posts in a day who dis

also. also. no ashley as always. my ass is too tired to string this into decay route so i was like “… just no ashley is fine” IM SORRY okay you said “or without ashley” so i went w the latter

anyways HERE IT IS! i didn’t know what to do for this so it’s kinda short and sucks ass. ended up doing what i do best—smut so um hope u like this 😭 sorry for tangent yk how i am i guess..

𝓘ncludes cursing, oral sex, there isn’t much dialogue just head. blowjobs. did i mention sex? slightly ooc maybe idk i wasn’t thinking when i wrote this

𝓢ynopsis ⋆ basically you suck cock until he cums. porn no plot

“That’s it, baby.” Andrew coos, his hand getting tangled in your hair as he watches your head bop up and down, his cock in your mouth. He can’t help but love the sensation of your saliva coating his shaft, watching you envelop his member into your mouth like it was the last thing you’d ever dox

You look up into his eyes, gazing into his lust-filled orbs, watching as ecstasy clouded his vision from each and every time your tongue brushed against his sensitive foreskin. Andrew was just so pretty like this, one hand across his mouth and the other hand in your hair as his cheeks flushed red.

“Mmm, Y/N..” A soft gasp escapes his lips, eyes fluttering shut as his fingers wrap around the strands of your hair and begin to tug, tugging you up and down his cock, forcing your pace to accelerate. “I’m close, babygirl..”

Suddenly, Andrew falls off of the edge of heaven, ejaculating into your mouth as his cum drips down into your throat. He lets out a loud, deep groan, his hands tightening in your hair as your eyes widened and you swallowed down all of the semen.

𝓝otes ⋆ sorry guys if i got the male anatomy stuff wrong AND YES ik this was short 😭😭 if anything’s inaccurate i’ve never had sex saur…

[astermath]

close call ★彡

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: amidst the new ghostface panic, you’re more on edge than ever. so much so, that you almost bash ethan’s head in when he scares you on accident. he ends up having to comfort you over the whole ordeal.

word count: 1.1K

notes: first time writing for ethan, but I’ve had a bit of an obsession with him lately. this might be kinda short but I’m still trying to get inspiration for my newly acquired babygirl <3 requests and comments are super welcome!!

warnings: references to violence and murder

P.S: lmk if you’d like to be on the tag list for further ethan landry related content!

You had your headphones on, the right side of them moved just behind your ear to still let you hear your surroundings at least a little. Normally you wouldn’t be so cautious, but a certain masked killer was giving you every reason to be so. It was a miracle you were even walking back from the party all alone, but everyone was so occupied with, well, being drunk, you figured you’d just go back alone. You weren’t scared, if anything, the killer should be scared of you. You were not to be fucked with, carrying around a pocket knife at all times, just like your dad had taught you to. 

But something felt off... You turned around and scanned the area around you, swallowing nervously, but no one was there. You couldn’t help but feel like you were being watched, preyed upon by unseen eyes. Maybe you were just being paranoid, but when you turned back around, you started walking just a little faster, clutching the knife in your pocket. 

You finally reached your building, and right as you unlocked the door, you swore you saw a dark figure moving in the corner of your eye. Your breath hitched, eyes widening as you shakily jumbled with your keys and got inside. You didn’t even completely shut the door, a stupid mistake made by a panicked mind. You rushed up the stairs, slamming the door behind you when you finally reached your room.

“S-Shit, where the fuck...” Your hands trembled as you tried to look for your keys, mind running blank when you couldn’t find them.

“Fuck! No, no... God, please...” You realized dropped them at the door when you were rushing inside, along with your knife, silently cursing yourself for being so careless. You considered going back out there, but there was no way you could do that. Not when those heavy footsteps made the stairs creak and sent shivers right up your spine, nearly paralyzing you with fear. You tried to rationalize your thoughts, eyes darting around the room when they landed on the baseball bat you kept next to your bed. A choice you’d been made fun of before by Anika, her calling you extra for it. But now it came in handy more than ever.

You grabbed it and steadied your grip on the handle as the footsteps approached your door. You felt your heart in your throat as they halted, readying yourself to make a swing for it.

The doorknob turned, the door opened, and so you did.

You swung.

Until you made eye contact with Ethan, his brown eyes widening when he noticed your weapon and his hands coming up to protect his head from the incoming blow.

There was but an inch between the wooden bat and the side of his head, but your reflexes had managed to stop yourself from cracking open his skull right on time. You both stared at each other in shock for a few seconds, before Ethan’s knees gave out and he fainted onto the floor of your room. You gasped and caught his head before it hit your nightstand and possibly undid what your reflexes had prevented just now.

About ten minutes passed as you sat on your bed, Ethan’s head in your lap with a cold washcloth pressed by you to his forehead. You’d elevated his legs with a few pillows, having read somewhere that that should help with letting more blood flow to his head, and hopefully wake him up. You felt horrible, how could you have possibly almost murdered your dormmate, especially amongst all this Ghostface chaos. Ethan was going to hate you now, you damn near murked him!

As you sat there, nervously going over all the possible consequences of the scenario in your head, Ethan’s eyes cracked open. He groaned, bringing up a hand to rub his face before he could focus properly. He looked up and saw you above him, staring down at him with worried eyes. Great, so he did die, and now he’s probably in heaven. Why else would you be there with him?

The memories of what happened slowly came back to him and he sat up, grunting when he felt a throbbing pain flow back into his head. He turned and saw you looking at him with teary eyes, clearly unnerved. Suddenly, he was way more worried about you than the hurting of his head. He said your name softly, and noticed a tear roll down your cheek. “Are you... okay?”

“Are you?” You furrowed your brows, wondering why he would possibly ask you that after you just attacked him. 

“Yeah, I’m...” He looked around, realized he was in your dorm, on your bed of all places. “What happened?”

“Ethan, I’m so fucking sorry!” You exclaimed, pulling him in for a hug and crying on his shoulder. You were seemingly more troubled by the whole situation than he was, which all in all wasn’t exactly reasonable. “I was so anxious that I was being followed, and then I lost my keys, and I heard these footsteps, and, and...” You sniffled. “I thought I was going to get killed, man!” 

He froze for a second, before bringing up a hand to gently rub your back and return the hug. In all honesty, he now remembers pretty clearly what had occurred, but hearing you explain it made a lot more sense. “H-Hey, hey!” He gently held your shoulders and pulled you back so he could look into your eyes, his heart aching at the sight of you being so distressed. “It’s okay! I’m fine, see? I’m in one piece!”

You sniffled again, bringing up a hand to wipe away a stray tear, nodding gently. “Y-Yeah, but... I almost seriously hurt you.”

“That’s okay! I mean-- it’s not okay, but... I get it! It was my fault, I should have knocked or said it was me, I just... I saw you drop your keys and this... Knife? And I know those are pretty important to you, so I wanted to give them to you.” He explained himself, a hand coming up to gently wipe your cheek clean of tears. 

“A-Are you sure?” Your voice was still a little shaky, ridden with guilt. 

“I’m sure. I know you’d never do anything to hurt me. Right?” He smiled sweetly.

You nodded once more, taking a deep breath. 

He gave you another back rub before getting up and placing your knife and keys on your nightstand, ready to head out. He stood at the door, hand reaching for the knob before you called out.

“Wait, Ethan.” You looked at him with pleading eyes. Those beautiful, captivating eyes he always loved. “Please, don’t go... I don’t know if I can be alone tonight.” You fidgeted with your covers a bit. “Please just... Stay the night?”

He suppressed a smirk, sighing and taking off his jacket. 

Maybe he should start following you back to your dorm more often.

[linos-luna]

Bts Yandere Profiles 🔪

Yandere!Bts x Reader

Warnings: Yandere!, obsessive behavior, possessiveness, gaslighting, manipulation

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Namjoon

Manipulative and possessive

He tricked you into this. In fact, he gaslights you all the time! You live at his house now because he convinced you to do so. He didn’t kidnap you. You’re here on your own volition… right?

• He says your family is abusive and not to see them. So you believe him

• brings up your confidence but then suddenly takes it away

• you don’t need a job because he’ll take care of you!

• He wants you to be dependent on him.

• hates when other people look at you.

“Babygirl, your parents are so mean to you. Why do you put up with that?”

“I’ll take care of you, don’t worry about stressing at some job!”

“Who was that talking to you?? Don’t lie!”

“Your friends talk behind your back. I’ve seen it!”

“I’m the only one that loves you!”

Jin

Unhinged but loving

Jin is a loving yandere but can’t help being unhinged. He’ll have random outbursts and threaten suicide if you try and leave. Of course… he’d never actually do it…

• he’s calm when he’s suddenly not

• all of the sudden he yells at you then takes it back, then takes the apology back and yells again.

• doesn’t hurt you physically but always puts you on edge.

• doesn’t hide his stalking tendencies.

• in fact, he’ll come straight out of hiding and make himself known. It’s embarrassing for you. But he doesn’t care.

“Ok wait! I didn’t mean it!”

“Don’t leave me! Or I’ll kill myself!”

“Forgive me!”

“Jagiya!! Where are you?!”

Yoongi

Strict but sometimes sweet

Yoongi hates that you make him weak in the knees. He’s not sure why he has such a soft spot for you, but he does. He feels the need to shield you from everything.

• comes off as cold

• keeps you inside all day. Sometimes takes you out at night

• very strict. Don’t talk back to him!

• kinda scary when mad

• but he’s also really sweet. Brings you gifts all the time.

• not much of a cuddly guy but will sometimes allow it. He knows girls like that kinda stuff…

• you want to love him and he can’t seem to resist you…

“What’d you just say to me?!”

“Better watch your mouth, kitten!”

“Do you like roses? I brought you some.”

“Come here, baby. Next to me.”

Hoseok

Bipolar emotions

One moment he’s happy and loving then suddenly cold. Being with him was like walking on eggshells. Half the time you didn’t even know what set him off. But then he smothers you with love. It made you feel bad

• he wants you to have fun and do what you want but also.. doesn’t?

• paranoid that you’re cheating

• constantly accuses you then immediately apologizes

• he’s a little suffocating

• constantly clinging to you

• will threaten you at random then act like nothing happened

“Cheater!!”

“No sorry! I don’t think that!”

“No it’s okay, go have fun…”

“I bought a cake! For what? Our 3 month anniversary!”

Jimin

Psychotic

Jimin is a psychotic yandere. He loves you deeply and will do anything to have you and “keep you safe”… Anything

• very outwardly expresses his love for you

• threatens people around you

• has probably killed someone… who knows 🤷‍♀️

• has a hard time controlling his emotions, whether mad or happy.

• sometimes he laughs when mad, that’s when you know you messed up

• don’t make him angry. He WILL get violent

• he’s stronger than he looks…

“jagiya, stop hiding from me! Don’t make me mad!”

“Don’t be scared, baby. I’m sorry.” *pouts*

Taehyung

Hopeless romantic but also delusional

Taehyung wants the relationship to be something out of a kdrama or romance novel. Everything must be perfect! He loves you even it he’s yelling at you for not doing something right.

• relationship means hugs and kisses. So he gives and expects them daily

• when out, you must ALWAYS hold his hand.

• when out, Taehyung will make sure to dress you so that the both of you match

• call him cute names like: Tae, Baby, Love

• don’t call him Taehyung

• He’ll call you Baby, darling, love, sweetheart, etc

• if you don’t do these things he’ll be not mad but frustrated.

• he will throw a fit..

“That’s not how it’s supposed to be!”

“Sweetheart, look at the new outfits I got for us!”

“No no no!! It’s all wrong!!”

“Why aren’t you holding my hand?? Are you mad?!”

Jungkook

Loving but… obsessive

When you started dating him, everything was great. He spoils you. He texts you every day and is always there when you need him but… he’s also a little weird.

• love bombs you.

• texts you everyday all day. And if you don’t respond right away he freaks out

• stalks you although you didn’t notice at first

• constantly thinks someone is gonna hurt you.

• he’s a strong guy, he might hurt you. But not intentionally!

“I’m sorry! Sorry! I didn’t mean it!”

*on the phone• “Baby, where are you?? You haven’t answered my texts!”

“Baby I brought you some gifts!” 😁

[borathae]

↳ Index [Chapter 21 - Shed]

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader x Jungkook

Warnings: this is carnal and raw thirst, Hard Dom!Yoongi, subbish!Reader, sub!Jungkook, this is monsterfucker smut jfadjsf because Yoongi is a whole fucking monster, he literally fucks her throat with his monster tongue (i will die on this hill), and he fucks Koo’s throat with his monster cock (another hill i will die on), he finally uses his strength on them, he pins her down, and holds Kook back from biting her, forced orgasms (OC & Koo receiving), multiple orgasms for all, blowjobs (Yoongi receiving), nipple play, sweaty!Yoongi who is a hardworking man, he is angry and they tell him to take it out on them, he does in a hot & consensual & monstrous kinda way, istfg i’m such a monsterfucker lmao help me, thighs, mutual masturbation between Koo & OC, he makes Kook fuck her doggy, Kook cums inside her multiple times, there is so much cum & spit & slick, creampies, squirting, cum eating, it’s nastayy besties, overstimulation (OC & Koo receiving), anal fingering (Koo receiving), spanking (OC receiving), choking (Koo receiving), degradation & praise (he calls them good girl/boy, but also pets & brats and babygirl/boy), sexy possessivness, bondage belts (she wears it), he straps a remote control vibrator to her so she has to cum whenever he wants her to, and fucks Kook’s ass to an orgasm, I’m so scared of him but in a horny way, i just love this trio

Wordcount: 13.4k

a/n: kitty wants cock, that’s all you gotta know

“___?”

You stir upon hearing your name, opening your eyes to Jungkook looking at you. At least you assume that he is. His features are behind a veil of darkness.

“Hm?”

“Yoongi is gone”, Jungkook is whispering, pulling his hand from your shoulder after having shook you awake softly.

“What?” you ask, sitting up slowly. You look around the attic, barely seeing anything.

“Yoongi’s missing.”

“What do you mean?”

“I woke up and he wasn’t here anymore. I think he left.”

“Do you think that he left to hurt Jimin?”

“I don’t know”, Jungkook sighs in defeat, “I seriously have no idea. What should we do?”

“Maybe we could look for him?”

“We could. I could go without you if you don’t want to get up.”

“No, I want to come with you. I can’t fall asleep again until I know that he is okay.”

The gaslamp flickers on. You blink to get used to the brightness, eyes locking with Jungkook a second later. His messy hair and puffy eyes let you know that he woke up recently as well.

“Should we go then?” he asks.

You nod your head, taking his hand so he can pull you to your feet.

You hurry downstairs together, calling out for Yoongi in whispers in order not to wake the rest of the house. You check your bedroom and Jungkook’s bedroom, but they are both empty. Jimin’s and Taehyung’s room is peaceful as you pass it, letting you know that Yoongi didn’t visit them. It reassured you.

“Where do you think he is?” you ask Jungkook after closing their bedroom door.

Jungkook begins sniffling loudly.

“I can smell him”, he says, “he was definitely here. I can smell his anger. It’s really strong.”

“Can you smell where he went to next?”

Jungkook sniffles.

“Downstairs. His scent’s leading that way”, he says and runs off.

You catch up with him once he is in the entry way downstairs.

“And?”

“He hurried through here. He wanted to flee from his feelings. I can smell it”, Jungkook says and hurries away as his nose guides him. 

You follow him in quick steps, looking at the ground obsessively in order not to trip over something. You run into Jungkook in the kitchen. 

“Sorry”, you gasp, holding his arm as you stumble back from the impact.

“You okay?” he asks mindlessly, busy with taking in the different scents. Food and potions. Their scents are potent and strong and cloud Jungkook’s senses. He flares his nostrils and inhales loudly. There it is. Yoongi’s upset smell. It burns in his nose and leaves him with a heavy lump in his throat. 

“Can you smell something?”

“He was here. He went outside, his scent’s on the door handle”, he says and hurries to where Yoongi left. 

You follow him, holding his arm.

“It’s remarkable how well your nose works. You could rival a dog.”

“It’s a blessing and a curse”, Jungkook says, holding the door open for you. He joins your side, inhaling deeply.

“And?”

“There’s too much going on. I can’t find him”, Jungkook says, covering his nose with his hand, “ah headache”, he hisses, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Oh no, Kookie”, you gasp, cupping his head to rub his temples, “are you okay?”

“No, I smelled too much. There’s so much going on. My head hurts”, he whines.

“No poor baby”, you whine, massaging him thoroughly, “does that help a little?”

“Yes, it feels good”, he says, leaning into your touch.

“Don’t overdo it, sweetie. I don’t want you to hurt”, you soothe him in a whisper.

“I know”, he sighs, “I’m sorry, I’m just so worried for him.”

“Me too”, you say, looking around the garden. It is empty and dark, except for one golden shimmer in the far back. You squint your eyes. Wait a minute. That’s where the shed is.

“Look”, you say, pointing at the shed, “the lights are on.”

Jungkook slips out of your touch, eyes following your line of sight and landing on the lit-up shed.

“It must be Yoongi.”

“Let’s check it out.”

You and Jungkook hold hands so you wouldn’t trip over something. Jungkook guides you, using his senses to scan the ground.

Loud hip hop music fills the air once you are close enough to the shed. It is aggressive and angry and a telltale sign that Yoongi was pissed. 

The door to the shed opens easily. You and Jungkook slip inside.

“My love?”

“Hyung?”

Yoongi is staring at you with a deep frown on his face and sweat running down his body. He is gripping a hammer, having used it before to shape a piece of glowing metal. The forge is burning next to him, filling the room with stinging heat. That would explain why Yoongi was sweating so much.

“What do you want?” he asks you in a growl.

“We were worried for you.”

“I’m okay, just don’t come too close.”

“Are you dangerous?” you ask him.

“No, but there are sparks. You’ll burn yourselves”, he says and lowers his head back to the anvil. He lifts the hammer, striking the glowing rod with remarkable strength. Sparks of hot metal fly everywhere, covering the concrete ground.

You and Jungkook exchange a look. Yoongi moves harsh and fast and uses just enough of his strength to let you know that he was using the forging as a catalyst for his feelings. He is punishing the metal. Punishing it for the sins of another.

“What are you making?” you ask him.

Yoongi finishes the piece and cools it down in a sturdy bucket of water. The liquid bubbles and hisses, filling the room with steam.

“Parts for the device”, he says dryly, “I couldn’t sleep”, he adds and turns his back to you as he busies himself with the forge. He takes out the piece he has been heating up and turns back to the anvil.

The first strike is loud, cutting through the music and making you flinch. Truly, Yoongi doesn’t hold back as he bends the metal to his will. Each hit strikes upon the earth in anger. 

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asks him.

Yoongi glances at him.

“Do I look okay?” he is harsh in his tone.

“No.”

“No, of course I don’t. If I don’t beat the shit outta that stupid metal, I’d go on a murder spree instead. Fuck”, Yoongi slams the hammer down, making the metal sing in fearful surprise, “I’m so fucking angry”, he spits as he hits the metal repeatedly.

He straightens up, sticking the finished rod into the bucket of water. It sizzles and hisses. He looks at you and Jungkook.

“I haven’t felt that angry ever since the winter of 1989 when Namjoon killed someone very goddamn fucking dear to me and even that, ohoho”, he points at you and Jungkook, squinting his eyes in anger, “even that didn’t leave me nearly as murderous as what that piece of shit did to you.”

“I get that. I’m angry too”, Jungkook says to which you agree with a nod of your head. 

“And fucking Taehyung. What did he fucking do once he found out? He fucked you”, Yoongi spits and growls, slamming the hammer down so hard he actually puts a dent into the anvil, “how dare he fuck you and bite you and drain you when he should have fucking consoled you!” Yoongi spits, “he should have dried your tears and promised you protection, not control your mind into thinking you get off on being killed! Fuck!” He slams the hammer down and breaks it. It falls to the ground, almost crushing his foot if he hadn’t moved away quickly. 

Yoongi stares at it, then the broken handle between his fingers. It was a very sturdy hammer, normally unable to break in human hands.

“Shit”, he grumbles, turning to throw the piece of wood into the forge, “that’s the second hammer I break, fucking shit.”

Yoongi pokes the metal into the flames. You and Jungkook exchange a look. He tells you to try with a nod of his head.

“Can we help somehow?” you ask Yoongi.

“No”, Yoongi says as he takes a new hammer to shape the glowing rod of metal angrily.

You and Jungkook watch. You don’t really know what to do. You don’t want to leave him alone with his feelings, but you also have no idea how to help someone who is so goddamn angry. You never know how to help yourself whenever you are in such a situation, so how should you be able to figure out what to do for Yoongi. You just know that you don’t like it when he has to feel that way and Jungkook knows that he feels the same as you.

Yoongi lifts his head after a moment, lowering his hammer. He picks up the metal and puts it back into the flames. Afterwards he turns, taking off his gloves for now to run his hands through his soaked hair.

“You guys can’t help me”, he says, “you can go back to bed, I’ll just keep beating the shit outta stuff.”

You and Jungkook exchange a look. You don’t want to leave, neither does Jungkook. You nod your head, Jungkook answers you with a nod as well.

The two of you close the distance between Yoongi and you in big steps. The latter watches you with a frown and his arms crossed in front of his chest.

“No, we can still help”, you say, reaching for his face.

Yoongi doesn’t move away, staying completely still as you wrap your fingers around his hair.

“Doesn’t that get annoying?” you ask him, rounding him so you can gather it in the back.

“Mhm”, Yoongi hums, tilting his head just the slightest bit to make it easier for you to tie his hair.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it”, you promise him, working diligently to tie his sweaty hair into a bun. 

“It’s all in your eyes”, Jungkook says, lifting a tissue to Yoongi’s face. He clears the sweat off his cheeks first, eyes following the tissue while Yoongi is staring him down. 

“There you go, that should keep it outta your face”, you say now that you finished the hairstyle. You run your fingers through the hair you couldn’t get into the bun, scratching his scalp softly as you do. You don’t mind the sweat. On the contrary, it is somehow nice to you. Familiar and intimate. To be able to touch Yoongi in such a state feels intimate and nice, because you know that there are only a few people who have to privilege to do so.

Jungkook runs the tissue to Yoongi’s forehead, cleaning off the little pearls of sweat which have gathered above his eyebrows.

“It’ll burn if you get that in your eye”, Jungkook says quietly.

“Mhm”, Yoongi lets out, blinking slowly.

You run your hands to his shoulders, digging your thumb into his tense muscles. Yoongi tenses them even more.

“Relax”, you tell him, “you’re so tense.”

Yoongi tries to relax his shoulders, lowering his eyes as Jungkook runs his hands down his arms. He stops at his hands and picks up his left hand. 

“They must hurt”, Jungkook says, massaging it carefully. 

Yoongi hums, cocking his right eyebrow up. He is pissed that whatever you and Jungkook are doing is working. He feels better now that you and he are here. Yoongi felt murderous before you came, but he doesn’t anymore. Well, at least a little. 

You run your hands to his upper arms, rubbing them gently. Jungkook changes sides, now massaging Yoongi’s right hand. 

“Does that help?” you ask him, leaning in to press a kiss to the side of his neck. 

Yoongi tilts his head back, licking over his lips to stop the surprised gasp wanting to come out. 

“You feel a little less tense already, my love”, you whisper, taking his earlobe between your teeth to tug on it gently. 

Yoongi rolls his shoulders, tensing his jaw.

“I know what you’re trying to do”, he lulls lazily.

“Mhm, maybe”, you whisper, sending shivers down his spine with your gentle biting. He can barely keep his eyes open. It feels really fucking good to him.

“We’re not gonna have another gym situation”, he rasps.

“Why not? We could help.”

“No. No, the way I would fuck you guys right now wouldn’t be how I feel for you.”

“Then pretend as if we don’t matter to you.”

Yoongi rolls his shoulders.

“Pretend as if we’re just another one of your students. Like what we have means nothing to you”, you say and connect your lips with the shell of his ear, “pretend as if we’re nothing more than a distraction”, you rasp, running your fingers along his arms while Jungkook begins touching Yoongi’s waist. His muscles are hard and tense from the intense work he did before, flexing and rippling under your touches.

“I promise you, we’re amazing at being nothing more than little, unimportant distractions”, you whisper, ending it with a little moan in sync with Jungkook connecting his lips with Yoongi’s neck and pulling his hips flush against his’.

Yoongi stumbles into Jungkook with a huff of air, tilting his head to the side in an almost bored manner.

“Use us”, Jungkook begs in breathy rasps, “we’re so good at being stress toys. I promise that we can even make sounds if you want us to”, he says and moans cutely to strengthen his claim.

“You guys are playing a dangerous game”, Yoongi tries to sound unaffected, but there is a certain rasp lingering in his deep voice. It is heavy in arousal.

“We can handle it. Promise”, you assure him, letting your hands disappear inside his tanktop to rub his pecs instead. Just like his arms, they are hard and tense from working, flexing under your fingers. His skin is hot and wet. Wherever you touch, goosebumps form, letting you know just how affected he was. You touch his nipples.

“Don’t”, Yoongi gets out, placing his hands over yours without actually pulling them out of his shirt. On the contrary, somehow it feels as if he is making sure that you stay. Encouraged by his harsh grip, you try to move your fingers again, rolling and pinching his nipples carefully. They feel hard and swollen under your touch, the hot sweat makes the touch even easier.

“Guys seriously”, Yoongi says, voice breathier than before, “you shouldn’t do that.”

“Say the word and we’ll stop”, Jungkook says, licking his skin clean. Yoongi tastes so good. Exhausted from work, musky from anger and sweet from getting aroused. Jungkook hasn’t tasted something that addictive in ages. He licks and sucks on Yoongi’s neck greedily whilst his hands pull Yoongi’s hips against his stomach repeatedly. Jungkook loves how each time they are melted together, Yoongi’s cock seems to be harder than before. All the whining and complaining in the world won’t convince Jungkook to stop. He can feel just how into the distraction the Creator is. And Jungkook is hellbent on showing him how helpful he and you are.

As are you. You tug on Yoongi’s nipples, basking in the deep purr rumbling in his chest because of it.

“Do you wanna say it?” you make sure.

“One word and we’re gone”, Jungkook adds.

“No”, Yoongi says, “leave and you’ll fucking regret it.”

“Good”, you rasp and connect your lips with the other side of his neck. 

Yoongi lets out a breathy sigh, rolling his head back and parting his lips. You and Jungkook keep sucking and kissing and licking his neck and Yoongi feels charged in the hot sensations. He already feels weak-kneed whenever one of you worships his neck, so to feel both of you at the same time does things to him. Things like take his mind off his anger and make him feel electric. 

Your touches add another level of intensity to the whole situation. Yoongi’s nipples are incredibly sensitive, so to have you play with them at the same time as Jungkook grinds into him makes him dizzy in bliss. This is the best fucking distraction he could have wished for.

“You’re so hard”, Jungkook rasps and moans sweetly, “hyung, you’re so hard.”

“Mhm.”

“He is? Can I feel, my prince?”

“Mh-hm”, Yoongi allows you in a barely there hum. He tenses his thighs upon feeling your hand cup his cock. You rub it over the thick material of his jeans, moaning against his neck.

“You’re so hard, my love”, you whisper, pinching his nipple in sync with your hand squeezing his cock.

“I bet that hurts so much”, Jungkook adds, placing his hand over yours to rub his cock as well.

Yoongi reaches behind him, grabbing your hip to squeeze it tightly. 

“Don’t”, he rasps, chasing your hands. 

“Relax Yoongi love, we’re taking care of it”, you assure him in a whisper, massaging his nipple so good that Yoongi feels the sensations in his cock. 

He hates his jeans so fucking much. It hurts to be as constricted as he is. 

Jungkook wraps his fingers around his belt. Yoongi feels his breath hitch in reaction. Finally. 

Jungkook opens it quickly, letting it fall open. Next his buttons. You suck on Yoongi’s neck as Jungkook works, feeling up his tensed stomach and swollen nipples. 

Jungkook slips the jeans over Yoongi’s perky ass, working carefully to get his cock out without hurting him. Once he does, he pulls it down Yoongi’s legs, letting it pool just a little over his knees.

“Don’t do that”, Yoongi lulls, chasing nothing with a roll of his hips. 

“Mhhm Yoongi”, you purr, wrapping your arm around him as you let your right hand disappear in his briefs. You grip his cock and tug him out of them, jerking him off instantly.

Yoongi presses himself back into you, forcing you to stumble back. The worktable stops you from falling. Like this, you are sitting on it with just enough of your butt to feel comfortable while Yoongi is pressing back into you.

You hug him closer, eyes glued to his cock in your hand. It is so hard and veiny, looking almost dark red in angry desperation. It is so wet between your fingers. It’s making them glide over his heated girth very fucking easy. His black briefs sit at the base of it, slipping up his cock each time you reach his tip. Quite frankly, it is a little annoying as each time you want to reach his base, you have to push down the briefs as well. It forces your movements to stay slow and calculated.

Luckily for you, Jungkook notices the predicament soon. He hooks his fingers in Yoongi’s briefs and twists them until they rip. Jungkook repeats the motion on the other side, throwing the now ruined material onto the ground.

Yoongi, who watched him with a frown, lowers his eyes at him. Jungkook doesn’t feel affected by his scowl. He knows that this was just his way of pretending not to care when in reality his mind is going hazy from what you are doing to him. Jungkook can see that desperation deep in Yoongi’s half-lidded eyes.

Jungkook steps closer and lets his right hand disappear between Yoongi’s legs to massage his balls. Yoongi inhales deeply in time with his eyelids fluttering. Jungkook begins rubbing his hand back and forth between Yoongi’s legs, kneading and squeezing his tight balls.

And while Jungkook makes sure Yoongi’s balls get the attention they deserve, you finally shower his cock in the pleasure it deserves. Quick and harsh movements and with enough pressure to force his lower stomach to tense involuntarily.

“Is that what you wanted?” he lulls the question, trying to sound angry, “you’ve got me fucking hard. Are you happy now?”

“No”, you say, “no, you’re still way too tense. Relax Yoongi, relax”, you whisper, massaging his tip whilst Jungkook is jerking off his shaft and massaging his heavy balls.

Yoongi lets out a small moan. It was nothing more than an audible huff of air. You and Jungkook both know that he is holding back for pride reasons. If the situation was any different and he wouldn’t get off on the thought of having the two of you act as his distraction, Yoongi would be whining and moaning right now. After all, this is the first time you and Jungkook pay attention to his cock at the same time. Or to put it better, this is the first time where Yoongi is the one receiving your full and utter attention. You can only imagine how good he must feel right now.

“I can’t. I’m too fucking pissed.”

“We know”, you sigh, “but that’s what we’re here for. We’re making it all go away.”

“No, you’re making it worse”, he lulls as his eyelids fight gravity.

“Do we really? Mhm?” you coo, picking up his wet slick to spread it all over his heated tip. The movement is fast and you apply enough pressure to force his thighs to tense in an attempt to fight the trembles wanting to run through them.

He purrs deeply, forcing a smile to curl at your lips. Of course you aren’t making it worse.

“Relax, Yoongi love, relax”, you whisper, watching in delight as Jungkook falls to his knees before Yoongi.

You slow down your movements, holding Yoongi’s heavy cock so Jungkook has better access to him.

Yoongi looks down at Jungkook with a scowl, chest heaving up and down in quick pants.

“I can be your cocksleeve, hyung”, Jungkook says, sticking out his tongue.

You spank it with the help of Yoongi’s cock instantly, moaning softly as Jungkook mewls beneath you.

Yoongi watches with bated breath, clenching his jaw. His skin burns in sensitivity once Jungkook places his hands on his thighs. His cock throbs each time you spank it with Jungkook’s tongue.

“Mhm Yoongi, can Jungkook be your cocksleeve?” you rasp.

“Just get it over with”, Yoongi grumbles, holding his breath afterwards.

You and Jungkook exchange a look, knowing exactly what to do. Jungkook replaces your hand on Yoongi’s cock while you let your own disappear under Yoongi’s tanktop. You use your nails for it, punching up the material as you feel up his tensed stomach. Yoongi watches your hands just as he watches Jungkook, dark eyes flitting between those two views hungrily.

Your touch is greedy and rough. Exactly what he needs. He can’t deal with gentleness right now. It would piss him off. He needs to feel the anger he experiences in the touches you give him.

Jungkook is swirling his tongue over his cockhead. His tongue is wet and incredibly warm. Perhaps it even borders hot. Yoongi shouldn’t allow him to give so much head. It’s reckless, but what does he fucking care. He needs his cock sucked. He rarely feels that desire, so that means something.

Luckily for Jungkook – because Yoongi was this close to forcing Jungkook to his luck – he finally wraps his lips around Yoongi’s cock, sinking down on him as he flutters his lashes.

Yoongi leans back against you, head falling on your shoulder and hips chasing Jungkook’s mouth. Like this, you feel his weight against your thighs as he almost sits on your lap.

“There we go, now you’re relaxing”, you whisper and tighten your arms around him, pinching his nipples.

Yoongi purrs deeply in reaction, throbbing in Jungkook’s mouth. The latter moans deliciously, eyes filling with tears as the view of Yoongi falling into the pleasure overwhelms him. He is doing that to him. He is sucking him so good that Yoongi finally starts to relax. The desperate perfectionist in him wants to break away and beg for a praise, but the good boy in him knows how to behave. He needs to perform even better to get Yoongi truly lost.

Jungkook moans and relaxes his jaw so Yoongi’s veiny cock can glide down his throat easily. Tears well up in his eyes from the sensation, his body convulses in the desire to gag. He can’t let himself gag. He needs to be a good, little cocksleeve and fuck Yoongi’s cock. Jungkook squeezes Yoongi’s thighs for support and begins moving his head back and forth. It is hard, but he will do it for Yoongi.

“Fuck”, Yoongi lets out, closing his eyes in a sensual roll.

The word sits in the room and haunts all of you. Yoongi because he fucking hates to admit that what you and Jungkook are doing is actually working. You and Jungkook because listening to Yoongi lose himself to the pleasure, turns you on like nothing else.

“Relax my love, relax”, you whisper, “we’ve got everything under control.”

Jungkook moans in agreement, slipping his hand to Yoongi’s balls to fondle with them. Yoongi tenses his thighs, grinding into you as he squirms. 

You look down at Jungkook, feeling your tummy churn in arousal. His pink lips are moving around Yoongi’s cock, looking oh so cute around it. He had his eyes closed before, but as if he felt your gaze on him, he opens them. Tears roll down his cheeks, a high pitched moan rumbles in his chest. 

“You’re doing so good, Kookie”, you rasp. 

Jungkook mewls, tilting his head back to take in more of Yoongi. Your praise does that to him. He wants to be even better.

Yoongi grabs a bundle of Jungkook’s hair and growls deeply. 

You and Jungkook have to stop looking at each other. Yoongi’s reaction was too hot to keep looking at each other. You bury your face back in his neck, sucking hickeys on his skin. Jungkook closes his eyes and begins sucking his cock as best as the position allows him to. Like this, his cheeks fall in and Yoongi’s knees buckle.

“Fuck Kook”, he lulls. 

Jungkook mewls, rubbing his thighs together. He is doing that to Yoongi. His cock tastes so good in pleasure and he is the one fucking doing that to him. Jungkook seriously can’t believe his luck, slipping off of Yoongi for just a little to lick his tip instead. He needs to taste him. He is so yummy. 

Yoongi lets his head bounce to the front. He tangles his fingers in Jungkook’s long locks.

“Look at me”, he orders.

Jungkook opens his eyes, mewling around his tip as he rubs his thighs together needily. Yoongi twists his hair, tilting Jungkook’s head up.

“I want you to blink once if you want to keep this going. Blink twice if I can fuck your precious little face.”

Jungkook blinks at Yoongi.

Once.

Yoongi tightens his fingers in his hair, breathing heavily.

Twice.

“Fuck yes”, Yoongi growls, pushing himself off you to step closer to Jungkook. He grips more of his hair, forcing his head to tilt back into an almost unnatural position.

Jungkook mewls loudly, fingers gripping the back of Yoongi’s thighs before they dig into his flesh deeply in a desperate attempt to find support as Yoongi begins thrusting his cock into his mouth.

Jungkook gurgles and squeaks, squeezing his eyes shut and letting his jaw go slack.

“That’s it, relax. Keep it fucking relaxed”, Yoongi growls through gritted teeth, getting off on the tightness of Jungkook’s wet throat. He is chasing the sensation with angry rolls of his hips, fingers twisting Jungkook’s hair as both reward and punishment. If he wants to be his little cocksleeve then so fucking be it. Yoongi will show him what this gets him.

You watch the scene unfold with wobbly knees and a slight jealous sting in your chest. You want to be where Jungkook is right now. Kneeling in front of Yoongi whilst getting face fucked by cock. Oh how you envy the young vampire. What Yoongi is doing to him looks like so much fun.

“That’s my good boy, you feel so fucking good”, Yoongi grunts, forcing Jungkook to gurgle out a moan. He is squeezing his thighs together and quite frankly, you don’t blame him. You want to be at Jungkook’s place. His lips look so pretty moving around Yoongi’s cock, his throat is bulging each time he bottoms out. Fuck, you are drooling like crazy just watching the scene unfold. 

“This is so hot”, you murmur, hugging Yoongi to you. You rub your hand over his pecs, stimulating his nipples in the process. 

Yoongi seems to fuck Jungkook even harder because of it, moaning unapologetically loudly and twisting the younger vampire’s hair. 

“Fuck. Baby.”

Jungkook convulses and gags, spilling hot tears. It is hard to breathe when his throat gets fucked like that, but he doesn’t want to stop. His instincts are at an all time high. Every inch of his body tells him to bite down and rip Yoongi to shreds. Only getting face fucked that goddamn hard prevents him from losing control. Jungkook needs to be treated with such little respect because it’s the only thing keeping him sane. Maybe in a twisted, fucked up way being treated like that is the nicest thing Yoongi could do to him right now. 

“You’re the perfect fucking thing, Kook-ah”, Yoongi praises in a harsh voice, scrunching his nose in bliss. He rolls his hips and basks in his cock sliding down Jungkook’s throat. He is so tight and wet, “you’re so fucking perfect.”

Jungkook grips Yoongi’s ass and bruises it. Yoongi lets it happen even if the touch comes very close to what he feels uncomfortable with. He is sensitive at the most hidden spot and he doesn’t want you guys to find out that fact about him. Not tonight. It’s so embarrassing. The touch still feels good. Jungkook is so desperate. It gets Yoongi off.

“Such a pretty pet, you’re so fucking pretty”, Yoongi spits and swirls his hips as he is deep inside Jungkook. 

Jungkook mewls and squeezes Yoongi’s ass, gagging around his heavy cock. He gazes up at him and flutters his lashes, spilling new tears. His drool is dripping down his chin, hitting parts of his lap. His knees hurt a little. The concrete floor isn’t comfortable. Especially when he is only wearing boxer briefs. He squeaks, throat convulsing around Yoongi’s cock, and feels snot run from his nose. Messy. So goddamn messy. Jungkook mewls and whimpers.

“Need a break?” Yoongi asks, mistaking Jungkook’s noises as a call for help. Of course he does. He may be angry, but he is still highly awkward about receiving so much pleasure. Especially when he does it so roughly.

Jungkook whimpers and flutters his lashes, regretting it a second later when Yoongi pulls out as he confused the gesture as his safeword (it wasn’t, Jungkook wanted to be needy). Jungkook gasps, gagging around nothing now that his throat is tasked with breathing again. 

“Fuck”, he croaks, shuddering like crazy, “oh god, hyung”, he wants to be fed again.  It felt so good.

“I’m sorry”, Yoongi says, pressing himself against you, “I don’t…I, I don’t know why I…fuck, sorry.” 

There is regret in his voice. You hug him closer instantly, while Jungkook looks up with big eyes. 

“No don’t”, he says, grasping Yoongi’s shivering thighs, “you were amazing, I want to eat you”, he says and shows off his fangs, “I’m so hungry for you, hyungie.”

“Really?” Yoongi asks, gnawing on his lower lip. 

Jungkook nods his head vigorously, closing the distance between their bodies to connect his puffy lips with the underside of Yoongi’s cock. He holds it up with his hand, flicking his tongue over the swollen veins whilst gazing up at him.

Yoongi exhales shakily, relaxing in your arms as Jungkook’s warm tongue swirls over his cock. 

“Fuck”, he presses out, running his fingers through Jungkook’s hair just to twist it. 

“You’re so pretty, my love”, you whisper, placing your hand over Jungkook’s in hopes that he will understand. He does, allowing you to take over in massaging Yoongi’s tip while he busies himself with worshipping his heavy balls. 

Yoongi moans deeply, letting his eyes fall closed in a sensual roll. His cock throbs in your hand, covering your fingers in his slick. You pick it up and spread it in skilled movements up and down his heavy cock. It feels bigger in your hand than on normal days. You know that it’s because Yoongi allowed it to grow tonight. It feels exciting to know that he did. Yoongi only allows it to grow when he is really, really into what gets done to him. 

“Does that feel nice, my love?” you ask him. 

Yoongi nods his head, exhaling in a sigh. 

“Yeah? Mhhm that’s good to hear. You don’t have to apologise for enjoying yourself, my love. Kookie and I love to serve you.”

“Ah”, Yoongi lets out, arching his back. He stumbles, catching himself with Jungkook’s help. Interesting. Your words made him needy. Cute.

“Mh-hm it’s true, we love to touch you and taste you and fuck you”, you say, moaning softly.

“Ah-ah”, Yoongi chases your hand and presses Jungkook closer. 

“And you know why?” 

Yoongi shakes his head, breathing heavily. 

“Because we’re yours. All yours.”

“I’m close”, Yoongi confesses, allowing his voice to pitch just enough that he sounds utterly desperate. 

“Cum down my throat, please”, Jungkook begs and with your help, slides Yoongi’s throbbing cock back into his mouth. You massage his base while Jungkook suckles and licks on Yoongi’s reddened tip. 

“Kookie”, Yoongi gets out and whimpers, pursing his lips before parting them in a loud gasp. 

“You’re so pretty, my prince”, you whisper, kissing his neck in sync with pinching his nipple. 

“___”, Yoongi gasps and spills down Jungkook’s throat. He is moaning with his voice pitched and his thighs shaking like crazy. It’s amazing to witness. Yoongi could act all tough and uninterested, but when he finds his climax, his true state always shines through. You and Jungkook got him weak, it’s obvious in the way he is so goddamn loud as he orgasms. 

Yoongi comes down after five needy thrusts of his hips, pulling Jungkook off of him and feeling his knees buckle. 

“What the fuck”, he presses out in a croak, dropping his head to the front. He gasps for air, swatting your hand away from his nipples in an instinctive reaction to being too sensitive, “what the fuck.”

“Are you okay?” you ask him, rubbing his tense tummy. 

“No? Why would you do that to me?” 

“Why not?” Jungkook asks, “we wanna make you feel good.”

"Yeah, we do. It’s what you deserve for being so awesome”, you say, hugging him tightly, “mhhm Yoongi my love, you’re so pretty when you cum so hard.”

“You guys are fucking insane”, Yoongi whispers, running his fingers through his sweat soaked hair. It messes up the bun you made, strands of hair fall back into his face. 

Jungkook snickers, getting to his feet. He steps closer, touching Yoongi’s waist. 

“You liked it, didn’t you?” he asks. 

“Mhm yeah, you think I didn’t when I came that hard?”

“I mean, that’s not an indicator. With how sensitive your pretty cock is”, you tease. 

“Shut up”, Yoongi murmurs. 

“It’s because you never let us touch you, it makes you sensitive.”

“Tch, whatever.”

You snicker, pressing a big kiss to his shoulder. 

“I love you, Yoongi Boongie.”

“Mhm, me too.”

“I love you too”, Jungkook says. 

“Yeah, me too.”

You and Jungkook snicker while Yoongi is still trying to recover. He lifts his head to run his eyes over Jungkook’s glowing face. He reaches up, wiping away the remnants of cum from his chin. 

“You got dirty”, he says. 

“No, I didn’t”, Jungkook grins boyishly. 

Yoongi lowers his eyes shyly, nudging Jungkook’s chin softly. 

“You’re stupid”, he mumbles, scrunching his nose up, “fuck, you two.”

“Are you okay?” you ask him. 

Yoongi turns so he has both you and Jungkook on each side of him.

“Come here”, he orders.

You and Jungkook step closer and squeak. Yoongi swiped you off your feet and ran. It all happened too fast. Sometimes it’s impressive just how quick they can get from one place to the other. One second you were in the shed and now Yoongi is throwing you onto the mattress in the attic. The door is locked, the small lamp is casting deep shadows onto his face. He hovers above you, kneeling with his jeans bunching up under his cock.

“I’m dizzy”, you whine, writhing on the mattress.

“You’ll get over it”, Yoongi dismisses you and pins you into the sheets with a harsh grip.

“Wha-”

Yoongi kisses you. He silences you harshly and with his tongue exploring your mouth. His hands are keeping your hands pinned to the sheets, his knee is between your legs rubbing your hot cunt. You feel so dizzy and ruined, moaning into his mouth as your body falls willing victim to him.

“You drive me insane”, Yoongi growls between kisses, “you drive me fucking insane.”

He isn’t subtle in showing you that you do, moaning and groaning into the sloppy tongue kisses while his knee almost rubs you to a climax. Quite frankly, you think that he can actually make you cum. You are charged in desperation. You had to watch him face fuck Jungkook while you got nothing and now he is pinning you down and finally touching you. You are at the end of your strength. You want to cum just to feel something. No more watching, just feeling and shaking like crazy.

You try to break the kiss to let him know that you are close, but Yoongi doesn’t let you. He bites your lower lip to the point where you mewl in pained pleasure. It stings, but never tastes like blood. Yoongi doesn’t have to pierce your skin for you to feel like crying in blissful pain. His fingers tighten around your hands. It’s a warning to accept what he gives you. You aren’t supposed to fucking escape right now, to waste time with talking, to steal him of his right to kiss. You are supposed to stay put and let him have his feed. Because that’s what this is. You’re his fucking prey. Yoongi doesn’t need to bite you until he draws blood to feel satisfied, your sweet little moans are enough to fulfil him and you have to stay still and feed him. That’s your purpose. Feed him and cum.

“Mhm”, you squeak, opening your eyes in panic. Yoongi’s eyes are squeezed shut, his cheeks are covered in black veins. He deepens the kiss, gagging you with his tongue. You feel your eyes roll back and then you black out. Not really, but your brain stops thinking as he forces you over the edge.

You squirm and shake and Yoongi pins you down. He was aware that he would make you cum. Of course he was. He studied and observed your body well enough. He knows what every sound means, what every scent indicates and how your muscles spasm when it’s time. He knew what will happen and he made sure that it will happen sooner than fucking later. You moan around his tongue, fall silent for three seconds and then sob. Yoongi pins you down and presses his knee closer. More. He can taste that you don’t want it to stop. Even if you squirm and sob, he knows that you aren’t done.

His jeans are already soaked in your orgasm and yet he doesn’t seem to stop. You don’t know how to breathe and what sounds to make. He is so much stronger. It turns you on so much to finally know how little you could do against him if only he would allow it happen. To know that you can put your every trust in him because he won’t ever go too far makes you even weaker and yet at the same time you wiggle even harder just so he can pin you down with even more strength and just so he can shove his growing tongue even further down your throat.

You gag and sob. It may not be his cock gagging you, but you don’t feel the difference. You can’t function and it’s all the same to you. Yoongi, Yoongi, Yoongi. That’s all your mind produces. Yoongi and whatever fucked up, amazing shit he does to you.

He slips out of your mouth. It covers your lower face in a sinful concoction of your salvias. You wheeze for air, arching your back desperately.

“You’re such a good girl”, he growls. His voice sounds changed. Not only from his long tongue, but also the animalistic hunger he feels for you.

You are aware that he is praising you, but you can’t really think. You are so far gone. You know that he lessened the pressure on your pussy and that you finally stopped spasming. You know that he finally gave you a chance to breathe and that your throat isn’t stuffed anymore. And you know that his fingers soften around your hands. You know, but you can’t quite take it in.

“Princess”, the nickname reaches your ringing ears in a whisper. He wasn’t whispering, but that’s how your brain takes it in, “princess hey.”

The pressure on your right hand stops, a warm palm engulfs your cheek. You know this touch. It feels like coming home and being safe.  

“Princess, my love.”

You open your eyes, meeting his soothing gaze. His cheeks are covered in black veins and his eyes are ruby and yet the love is imminent on his features.

“There you are”, he smiles, “now you’re with me again, good job.”

“Yoongi”, you whimper, feeling like shivering.

Yoongi wipes the tears from your cheek and kisses your forehead. You feel like crying because of how incredibly safe he makes you feel. You were so, so far gone in whatever madness he had you riding on before and now that you are back with him, taking a break, you need him to be gentle with you.

“I’m just checking in on you, yeah?” he speaks softly.

You nod your head.

“Are you having fun, my love?”

“Yeah”, you whisper.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah”, you giggle, nodding your head enthusiastically.

“Mhhm that’s good to hear”, Yoongi kisses the tip of your nose, “I’m not done with you yet. Is that okay for you?”

“Yes, it’s okay.”

“That’s my girl. You’re such a good girl, princess”, he praises and lifts his head to show you a soft smile.

You retort it, feeling like burning up all over your body. You are so happy!

Yoongi sits up and runs his hands down your torso, lingering on your hips. You part your legs for him. His eyes flit to your pussy and the wet panties sticking to your lips.

“Mhm”, he hums, ghosting his thumb over your pussy without ever touching you. It drives you insane not to feel his touch, “you got so wet, baby”, he taunts, circling his thumb on your clit without touching.

“Please”, you whisper.

His eyes flit up and glimmer. He retreats his thumb. You mewl and chase him. He smiles.

“Cute”, he says, looking away.

Jungkook, who had watched the entire scene with his hand around his cock, tenses up. He holds his breath, gawking at Yoongi with widened eyes. The latter purses his lips, running his eyes along Jungkook’s cock.

Jungkook pulled it out of his boxer briefs messily, forcing the material to punch up under his balls and make them appear even bigger than they are. His tattooed fingers are wrapped around the girthy base, translucent slick covers them.

“You touched yourself”, Yoongi says matter of factly.

Jungkook gulps and pulls his hand away from his cock. He is so hard that it keeps standing up.

“Sorry”, he whispers.

“That’s okay, I was just saying”, Yoongi still speaks with a sort of dryness in his voice. He looks back at you. You are staring at Jungkook with hungry eyes. Yoongi looks back at Jungkook, eyes lingering on his pretty cock, “come closer, Jungkook.”

Jungkook obeys, shimmying closer until your arms are touching.

“That’s it”, Yoongi praises and hooks his fingers in your panties and Jungkook’s briefs. He rips them off your bodies, eliciting gasps from you and him. You mewl, Jungkook whines and Yoongi merely sends you a nonchalant look. He grabs your wrist wordlessly and guides your hand to Jungkook’s cock.

“Get him off”, he orders.

You follow gladly, wrapping your hand around his cock and pumping him quickly.

“Fuck”, Jungkook moans, letting his eyes roll back, “holy fuck.”

“Good girl, keep that rhythm going”, Yoongi praises and takes Jungkook’s hand to guide it to your pussy, “touch her”, he orders.

Jungkook follows happily, connecting his fingers with your clit to rub it quickly.

“Oh god”, you mewl, tensing up in bliss.

“Good boy. You guys are doing such a good job. Try not to cum until I’m back”, Yoongi says and disappears.

You and Jungkook falter in your touches, lifting your heads.

“Did he just leave?” “Where did he go?”

You say at the same time, looking at each other.

“What happened?” you ask, holding his cock.

“I don’t know”, Jungkook answers you, cupping your pussy.

“I’m so confused.”

“Me too.”

“He told us to keep going.”

“Yeah right.”

You look at his lips. Jungkook looks at your lips.

“I’m so turned on”, Jungkook moans and finally moves his fingers again.

“Kook. Fuck”, you gasp, flinching in surprised bliss. His touch is eager and skilled. Your pussy is sensitive enough that you want to scream, “Jungkook…baby…” you moan and move your hand around his cock.

“Yes”, Jungkook drops his head and moans, chasing you with a harsh thrust, “fuck baby, you’re fucking incredible”

“Jungkook”, you moan, dropping your head as close to him as possible. You close your eyes and fall into the sensation.

This is as close to private sex the two of you have gotten and it’s making you dizzy. His touch is so good, being so close to him is even better. You don’t even mind that Yoongi disappeared. Having Jungkook touch you and to touch him in return feels like paradise.

“It feels so good”, Jungkook mewls, spilling all over your hand.

“Yeah…so good”, you agree in a moan. This is paradise. It really is.

A paradise which comes to an end as quickly as it started when strong fingers wrap themselves around your wrists. You and Jungkook open your eyes.

Yoongi is back, now kneeling on the mattress with his lower body free of his jeans and hungry desperation in his eyes.

“You’re done”, he says, pulling your hands away.

“No please.” “More please.” 

You and Jungkook beg at the same time.

“Tch, you’re so needy”, Yoongi murmurs.

“Yoongi, where were you?” you ask in a whine.

“We were worried”, Jungkook whines as well.

“I got stuff”, he answers you and lifts a bondage belt into your vision, “I want you to put this on, princess.”

“That’s so hot.”

“Mhm and then I’ll put this vibrator in the pocket in the front and control it with this remote. Is that okay for you?”

“Yes”, you mewl, parting your legs. Quite frankly, he could do whatever he wants to you.

“That’s my girl”, Yoongi praises and goes to work. He takes off your shirt first, leaving soft kisses on your tits as a reward for being so good for him. Afterwards, he helps you slip the belt on, making sure to work carefully. You are sighing and gasping, writhing on the sheets desperately.

Jungkook watches with an aching cock, moaning with you as Yoongi secures the straps on your body.

“What about me?” he asks with a pout.

“Patience, baby”, Yoongi promises him.

“It hurts.”

“I know baby, your cock hurts, but be patient.”

“But Master”, Jungkook rolls onto his tummy and touches Yoongi’s thigh, looking up at him with big puppy eyes, “I was so patient when you made ___ cum, I want a reward.”

“Are you being a bratty little pet right now, mhm?” Yoongi asks him without ever looking at him, still busying himself with closing the straps on your body.

“No”, Jungkook wiggles closer and takes Yoongi’s cock between his lips.

Yoongi sucks in air, furrowing his brows.

“Behave”, he warns with a slight tremble in his voice.

Jungkook hums a no and sinks down further on Yoongi’s cock, flicking his tongue over the swollen vein on the underside of it.

“You’re such a fucking brat”, Yoongi lulls, lowering his eyelids halfway, “fuck”, he presses out under his breath. And despite his clearly pleasure-drunken state, he keeps working hard to secure the belt on your body and to then stuff the vibrator in the allocated pocket. Jungkook is sucking on Yoongi’s heavy balls by now, massaging his wet cockhead with eager fingers.

“There we go, princess”, Yoongi tries his hardest to sound normal, “how are you feeling?”

“So horny”, you mewl, watching Jungkook with a racing heart.  

“Yeah?” Yoongi takes a sharp inhale of breath, wrapping his fingers around a bundle of Jungkook’s hair, “yah brat”, he tugs him away even if that makes Jungkook mewl, “try biting me again and I’ll gag you. Put those fangs away. Now.”

“Sorry Master”, Jungkook lulls and forces his fangs back into his gums, “done.”

“Show me.”

He opens his mouth so Yoongi can inspect him.

“That’s better”, Yoongi says and tugs Jungkook to his knees.

Jungkook follows with a mewl, gripping Yoongi’s thighs.

“I wanna be fucked”, Jungkook begs.

“I know, you can.”

“Really?”

Yoongi nods his head, looking at you.

“I want you guys to fuck and as you do, I get to play with your ass.”

“Holy fuck yes”, Jungkook moans, “yes please.”

“Princess?”

“Yes”, you mewl, “I’m so down.”

“Good”, Yoongi breaks away from you to give Jungkook space, “decide for yourselves how you want it.”

You and Jungkook exchange a look.

“How do you-”

“Doggy”, you interrupts him, getting on all fours, “give it to me doggy”, you say, lowering yourself to your elbows and arching your back.

“Oh god, this is so hot”, Jungkook mewls, placing his hands on your ass to caress you, “you’re so sexy, baby. So fucking sexy.”

“Slip in, baby”, you encourage him, wiggling your ass.

“You look so pretty, baby”, Jungkook rasps runs his cock through your folds, sending shivers down your spine, “wanna fuck you so good…”

“Don’t tease”, you order, pressing back into him. You can’t bear it. You’ve been fantasising about how it would feel to take Jungkook doggy ever since the first time you fucked. You are too desperate for the real feel to bear another second of teasing.

Luckily for you, Jungkook seems just as eager to slip inside as you. He presses his tip against your hole and pushes inside. No struggle. You are so wet and needy that he fills you out easily.

“God yes”, you groan, pushing back and forcing him to bottom out. Thick. Long. Veiny. Jungkook’s plugging you up so fucking good, making you twist the sheets between your fingers, “you’re so big…Kookie baby…” you moan, moving around his cock in smooth rolls of your hips.

Jungkook gasps and furrows his brows, darkened eyes glued to where your bodies meet and abs tensing like crazy. He doesn’t move, allowing you to fuck your pretty pussy how you need it.

“___”, he moans, widening his stance on the mattress. His thick thighs tense and flex in the position. Your ass hits them each time you force your pussy to take all of him. Jungkook can’t look away. The bondage belt hugs you right under your ass, forcing the flesh to push up and look so goddamn plumb and soft.

Jungkook takes it between his strong fingers and kneads it desperately. You clench around him in reaction.

“You’re so sexy”, he lulls in a deep voice, finally meeting your movements in rolls of his hips. He uses his abs and back muscles for them, drawing a happy moan out of you. "I love that ass of yours, baby."

You arch your back, presenting your pussy to him. His hands on your ass feel so fucking good. Now that he is moving too, his cock feels even better. He hits you right where it feels the best, sending electric pleasure through your veins.

"Mhhm love that pussy too. You’re so sexy" Jungkook rasps, eyes switching between your ass and well fucked pussy. 

“Don’t stop”, you beg, “you’re so fucking good.”

Jungkook chases you in a deep thrust, drawing his touch to your hips just so he can pull you back onto him by the bondage belt. Your moans get louder because of it and your pussy tighter. Jungkook feels so goddamn good. Not only because he fantasised about taking you doggy ever since he laid eyes on you, but also because he is doing such a good job that you are moaning and shivering just for him. If there is one thing that will always get off Jungkook, it’s doing a good job. To know that he makes you feel that good, fills him with so much pleasure that it’s hard to think straight.

He thrusts into you and draws another moan out of you. Your hips still, your back arches. You can’t move anymore. Jungkook got you so weak. All you can do is take him and moan as he does.

“That’s it baby”, he talks with a sultry rasp on his voice, “relax, I’m gonna take care of you. You don’t gotta work.”

“Fuck Kook, it’s so good”, you mewl.

“It’s so good”, Jungkook agrees, tensing up when he feels hands snake around his waist.

Yoongi presses his chest against Jungkook’s back and rests his chin on his shoulder, brushing his lips over his neck as he speaks.

“I could watch you guys fuck each other for hours”, he rasps and with one harsh tug, rips off Jungkook’s shirt.

“Hyung”, Jungkook gasps, feeling his hips falter.

“Don’t give up, keep fucking her”, Yoongi encourages him, rubbing his fingers over Jungkook’s little nipples.

Jungkook shivers and obeys with a throaty moan, throbbing deep inside you. His nipples are so sensitive. The touch makes him burn up. Jungkook twists the straps of the bondage belt and presses out a harsh curse, speeding up which results in your moans to pitch in pleasure. 

“Oh god, oh god, oh god”, you chant, burning up. The straps are digging into your flesh and Jungkook’s cock keeps you right on edge. He is so harsh and fast. His thighs hit your ass each time he fucks you deep. This is the best fuck ever.

“Fucking shit, yes”, Jungkook growls, furrowing his brows, “you’ve got the best pussy, baby. I fucking love to fuck your wet little cunt, fuck.”

“Jungkook”, you mewl, clenching around him, “Jungkook don’t stop, please.”

“That’s it, good job Kookie”, Yoongi praises and shifts his eyes to you. He presses the button on the remote control, basking in the harsh twitch you do and the squeaky moan that follows.

Your head drops into the sheets, your pussy throbs around Jungkook’s cock and your toes curl.

“Ohmyfuckinggod”, you keen, arching and relaxing your back repeatedly as your body trembles.

“So tight”, Jungkook mewls, rolling his head back, “oh god, I feel the vibrations too.”

“Please don’t stop”, you mewl.

And Yoongi is drinking all of it in with his eyes a deep ruby. He gets off on your pleasure. He gets off on watching you fuck, gets off on hearing you fuck and he gets off on making you shake. It gets him off as good as actual fucking does. He hasn’t felt such desperate hunger for people in centuries. He didn’t want to get off people in the past, at least he didn’t fantasise about it. You and Jungkook are different. All Yoongi wants is to know that you are well fucked and satisfied. Thoughts of how he could get you off next haunt his mind every waking second. Yoongi is so addicted to that feeling.

“I’m gonna cum”, you mewl, “I’m actually gonna cum.”

“Yeah? You wanna cum?”

“Please Yoongi”, you beg without needing to be asked, “wanna cum around Jungkook, please.”

“Fuck, don’t say that”, Jungkook mewls, throbbing inside you. He pulls you onto him harder, dimpling your flesh from the strong grip he has on the belt. His lips fall open, his head rolls against Yoongi’s shoulder, his eyes close. He is so far gone. All he can feel is your wet pussy, the vibrations of the toy and Yoongi playing with his nipples and hugging him. He uses his abs to move, rolling his hips into you as if he was dancing. Skilled and so goddamn smooth. Jungkook’s hips are made to move that way.

“You are such a good girl”, Yoongi rasps, eyes glued to your pussy and Jungkook’s wet cock. He can smell how close you are. It makes his cock throb like crazy, “say it again, princess”, he orders, lowering the vibrations just to tease you.

“Please”, you mewl, arcing your back, “please, I’m begging you.”

“Mhhm princess, you sound so sweet when you beg. Makes me wanna deny you for longer”, Yoongi lulls.

“Don’t please”, you start chasing Jungkook’s cock, whimpering loudly because you are so scared that he’ll turn off the toy completely. He is keeping you right on the edge and you think that if he actually turned it off again, your heart would shatter. You are charged in so much hot electricity and you don’t want to stop.

“Fuck, slow please”, Jungkook begs, gasping for air repeatedly afterwards. You both ignore him for the sake of your own pleasure. He is a big boy, he can take it.

“Look at you”, Yoongi says, “that’s my girl, fuck your pretty cunt. You look so sexy like this”, he praises and increases the vibrations.

“This is making me cum”, you mewl, twisting the sheets.

“Mhhm really?” Yoongi taunts, increasing it even more. Just by one level.

“Oh god”, you moan, “oh god, holy fuck, oh god soon.”

“I’m fucking begging you, don’t slow down”, Jungkook begs Yoongi, “that feels so good, holy fuck.”

Yoongi growls, spilling tears because he forgets about blinking. Your pussy is so wet and puffy and Jungkook’s cock is swollen. The view makes Yoongi’s head pound. He increases the vibrations on your clit, making you wail and Jungkook mewl in ecstatic pleasure.

“That’s it”, Yoongi pants, widening his eyes in crazed obsession, “you are gonna fucking cum for me.”

You give Yoongi what he wants with a moan of his name and your body trembling uncontrollably.

“It’s too much”, Jungkook sobs and follows you with impressive intensity.

Yoongi grasps Jungkook’s faltering hips and moves them for him, fucking the two of you through your orgasms to the point where both of you feel like ripping your own hair out.

“That’s it, cum for me”, Yoongi talks you through it, ruining Jungkook’s back by rubbing his wet cock all over him, “you’re so good for me, I fucking love it when you cum so good.”

“Oh god, Yoongi”, you keen.

“Hyung please”, Jungkook mewls.

You are both gone and done for. Yoongi is playing your bodies like they’re the easiest melodies, only slowing down once you both beg for a quick break.

He turns off the vibrator, letting go of Jungkook’s hips to allow him movement.

“Oh god”, Jungkook whines, riding out the afterglow with slow movements.

“So good, baby, so good”, you sigh, feeling lightheaded.

This isn’t the end. That much is sure for all of you. This is just a short breather, a chance to recover. You aren’t done, Jungkook isn’t done and Yoongi for sure isn’t done.

Jungkook squeaks and tenses up behind you. It alarms you just enough that you have to look at him to see if he was okay. He looks surprised, maybe even shocked. 

Yoongi is behind him, snaking his hand to Jungkook’s throat. 

“Relax”, he rasps, brushing his parted lips against Jungkook’s neck. His eyes land on you. Dark and sultry. The intensity of his gaze turns you on so fucking much, “relax, my lovely.”

Jungkook furrows his brows and pouts, letting out a desperate whimper. His cock twitches and throbs inside you, growing just enough that you have to look at his lower parts. You gulp, clenching around him. 

Yoongi has his hand between Jungkook’s legs. You can’t see a lot from the position, but what you can see looks as if he was massaging his hole. 

“Do you want to relax for me, Kookie?” Yoongi rasps. 

“Yes”, Jungkook sighs.

“Yeah? Do you want to be my good boy and relax enough that I can stuff you, mhm?”

“Yes, Master.”

“You’re such a good boy”, Yoongi praises and moves. 

“Ah!” Jungkook moans loudly, flinching in surprise. He squeezes his eyes shut and lets his jaw go slack. His cock throbs, filling you with hot excitement. You know what that means. Yoongi just stuffed him with his fingers, now pumping them in and out of him slowly. 

“Yoongi”, Jungkook moans. 

“Don’t stop, pet. Keep moving”, Yoongi rasps, using the strength in his hand to move Jungkook’s hips.

“Oh my god, Yoongi”, Jungkook moans loudly, dropping his head back on his shoulder. He is fucking his cock into you with Yoongi’s help, “why am, am I always the one getting everything d-done to?” he whines and squeezes your hips.

“Why? Can’t handle it, mhm?”

“N-no.”

“No? Want me to take it slower?”

“No….”

“No. See? You can handle it. You’re such a good little pet, Kook-ah”, Yoongi rasps, pinning you down with a look, “you deserve to be played with, baby.”

Jungkook shudders and keens, throbbing deep inside you. His hips stutter, his fingers dimple your hips. It feels good. You fucking love it when they grab you with strength. The desperation in the touch always sends tingles through you.

Moaning Jungkook’s name, you begin meeting his movements. You need more. His uncoordinated, little thrusts aren’t enough to fulfil you. You need it fast and deep.

“Good girl”, Yoongi praises you, showing you his lazy smirk, “fuck yourself on his cock, you’re such a good girl.”

“Yoongi”, you moan, dropping your head to the front. His praise gets you so weak. You want to fuck even better whenever you’re being his good girl. You chase Jungkook’s cock in fast movements of your needy hips, arching your back to really hit those deep parts inside you. Ever since Yoongi stuffed Jungkook’s hole, his cock feels so much bigger inside you. Bigger and covered in the stickiest and hottest slick. Jungkook is such a leaky boy whenever his ass gets played with and you fucking love to get stuffed with it.

“I’m cumming”, Jungkook announces in a breathless moan.

“Again? Already?” Yoongi taunts.

“I’m sorry! It’s so- ah! It’s so good!” 

“So sensitive”, Yoongi sounds uninterested, “do it”, he says dryly and curls his fingers. He tightens the grip on Jungkook’s neck, allowing his eyes to flit down to where your bodies meet. Jungkook’s abs are tensing and convulsing as his heavy balls relieve themselves in your puffy pussy. Your ass jiggles each time you meet him. Yoongi feels his cock throb at the view, “so pretty. That’s it, you’re so pretty.”

Jungkook moans loudly and desperately, you answer him with desperate squeaks and Yoongi soaks those sounds up like a fucking addict, eyes glued to where you fuck Jungkook’s throbbing cock stupid. His white cum spills out of you and covers your bodies, it even sticks to Jungkook’s dark pubes, driving Yoongi mad in hunger. He chases the tightness of Jungkook’s pulsating hole, torturing his sensitive prostate.

“Hurts”, Jungkook wails and begins squirming now that overstimulation kicks in, “please slow.”

You listen. You slow down. You regret doing it as Yoongi slips his hand from Jungkook’s throat to instead spank your ass.

“Ah!” you yelp, convulsing in burning pleasure.

“Who told you to slow down”, Yoongi barks, gripping your burning flesh to massage it roughly, “keep fucking yourself on his cock until I tell you to stop. Do you hear me, princess?”

“Yes”, you whimper, picking up speed.

“Not enough, say that you’re fucking sorry”, he spits, painting another spot of sensitivity onto your ass in a harsh and ruthless spank.

It burns and hurts and fills you with fucking electricity.

“I’m sorry!” you yelp, chasing his soothing touch.

Jungkook whimpers right with you, gripping your hips to the point where they bruise. Yoongi’s fingers feel massive in his poor, tight hole and your pussy feels like fire around his overstimulated cock. He is in so much pain and it feels like fucking paradise to him.

“Hurts”, he sobs quietly.

Yoongi growls and spanks you.

“Yoongi oh god”, you sob, scratching down the sheets.

“Say you’re sorry to Kookie for hurting his pretty cock”, he orders, spanking you harshly.

“I’m sorry”, you mewl.

“There we go. You are such a good girl”, Yoongi praises you, slipping his hand away from your ass to instead wrap it around Jungkook’s throat again, “now fuck your pretty little cunt like you mean it”, he spits and presses the button for the vibrator.

You scream. It was honest and you had no control over it. It happened. Being so creamed and fucked and stuffed with Jungkook’s huge cock is one thing, but having to bear the strong vibrations of the toy on your swollen clit is another. You silence yourself by burying your face in the mattress, convulsing and twitching without having any kind of control over it. You fuck yourself stupid. It’s like an instinct. Your hips keep moving even if you are shaking. Yoongi told you to fuck and you don’t want to disappoint. 

“Fuck”, Jungkook presses out and falls to the front.

Yoongi acts instinctively, wrapping his hand around Jungkook’s mouth and therefore preventing his fangs to pierce your skin.

“Stay with me, Kookie”, he rasps, burying another finger in Jungkook’s tight hole just so the younger vampire has something else to focus on, “I know you wanna get a taste, but I need you to concentrate on me instead.”

Jungkook’s quickened breath tickles Yoongis fingers, his drool covers his skin.

“Mhfmhyung”, his voice is muffled by the harsh grip Yoongi has on his mouth. He is crying. He is overwhelmed by everything. The fingers in his ass, your throbbing pussy around his cock, the hand on his mouth. He is going to cum again and he knows that Yoongi doesn’t give a fucking shit. He will let him cum, pump you full of his cream and he’ll stick another finger up his ass as if it was nothing.

“I’m cumming”, you beat him to it, twisting the sheets desperately as your body release all the tension in uncontrollable shakes.

The tightness of your pussy is enough to push Jungkook over the edge as well. He fights Yoongi instinctively, which results in the stronger Creator to force his head to tilt back until it borders painful. His mouth falls open against Jungkook’s will, two fingers press down on his tongue.

“Deep breaths Kookie, deep breaths”, Yoongi rasps, massaging his tongue because he knows that this helps, “you’re doing so well my babyboy, I’m so proud of you.”

And as he praises Jungkook and makes sure that he doesn’t lose control, he is keeping a cautious eye on you, lowering the vibrations on your clit to give you the best and warmest overstimulation.

“Yoo…kook”, their names becomes a jumble in your mouth. You have no idea who to call out for. Jungkook who is filling you up so perfectly or Yoongi who controls just how overstimulated you feel. They are both as important for the blissful paradise you find yourself in.

“You’re doing so, so well too my babygirl”, Yoongi praises, “we’re almost done, my babies, one more. I want one more from both of you.”

And with that, he replaces the fingers in Jungkook’s tight ass with his lubed up cock and increases the speed of the vibrator.

Jungkook’s moans are muffled by Yoongi’s harsh grip while your sobs are silenced by the mattress. Yoongi moves for the three of you, slamming his angry hips into Jungkook which forces the latter’s hips to slam into you harshly. Skin slaps against skin, wet squelching fills the room, the sounds leaving his pretty loves fill Yoongi with ecstatic pleasure. 

“One more my babies, one more. Don’t give up”, he pants, hugging Jungkook’s waist, “you’re doing so well, I’m so fucking proud of you.”

Jungkook cries, feeling close to passing out. This is the first time he gets fucked that way. In the past, he was too out of control to allow himself to feel that way. Knowing that Yoongi trusts him enough to comfortably let him get fucked that way makes Jungkook cry. It feels so good. It feels so fucking good. 

You sob, feeling close to losing control. This is so rough and hard. You don’t know what suddenly got into Jungkook for him to fuck that way, but you don’t want him to stop. This is like in the church. Animalistic, out of control and fucking addicting. You don’t want him to stop. You aren’t aware of the fact that Yoongi moves Jungkook’s hips and that all those harsh, deep thrusts are a result of Yoongi taking out his suffocating desperation on the both of you. 

“You’re mine”, he growls against Jungkook’s neck, “you’re fucking mine. Don’t you fucking forget, you’re mine.”

Yoongi thrusts into Jungkook so harshly the younger vampire screams behind his hand and collapses on top of you. You fall into the sheet on impact, turning your head to the side just in time so you wouldn’t get smothered under Jungkook’s weight. The only thing keeping Jungkook from burying his face in your neck is Yoongi’s iron grip on his mouth.  He needs it, thanking Yoongi for his help with squeaky sobs and his hole throbbing around his big cock.

“Mine”, Yoongi spits, “you’re fucking mine. Holy fuck, you’re mine.”

“Yoongi, I’m cumming”, you wail.

“I know princess, do it”, he encourages you, fucking you with the help of Jungkook’s hips. He doesn’t even need to be inside you and you feel just as ruined as you do when he fills you up.

You cry loudly, barely feeling human. This is changing your life. It really does. 

“Yoongi!”

“That’s it, cum for me, that’s it”, Yoongi encourages you.

“Mhhhmmg”, Jungkook chokes out, twisting the sheets.

“What was that Kookie?” Yoongi taunts. He sounds out of breath.

“Mhmhmg.”

“I can’t understand you, my lovely.”

“Mhmgm. Mh…megmh.”

Yoongi curses, slamming his hand on the mattress beside your face. His hips stutter. He curses again while Jungkook squeaks. You can feel what is happening. Yoongi ruthless fucking made Jungkook cum and now he is filling your squirting pussy with his creamy seed. 

“That’s it”, Yoongi groans and by the sound of his voice, he is pumping Jungkook full of his own orgasm.

You know that Jungkook can’t go again. You can’t go again either. Every inch of you hurts and your pussy feels sore. All you can take are the three angry thrusts Yoongi gives Jungkook to help him draw out his orgasm and then it gets too much. 

“I need a break”, you plead, “Yoongi, break please.”

“I’m done, princess. I’m already done”, he assures you, breaking away from you and tugging Jungkook with him. He turns off the vibrator, releasing you of the most amazing hell. 

His achingly hard cock flops out of Jungkook’s ass, Jungkook’s own cock slips out of your pussy. The two of you are leaking like crazy, covering the sheets in it. You a little more than Jungkook as the desperate vampire released three massive amounts of cumshots inside you. You hope that you will leak for days to come. It’s so hot to you.

“Oh god”, you croak, “holy fuck…”

“Soon princess”, Yoongi promises you, caressing your lower back, “I gotta get Kook back to us. Listen to me Kookie, I’m right here. You’re okay…I’m…”

His voice drowns out in your ears as you lose consciousness. You are so exhausted, you just want to fall asleep. This was the best thing ever.

Soft kisses pull you back to reality moments later. You open your eyes to Yoongi kissing your cheek. He pulls back and smiles. 

“Hey there”, he whispers.

“Hey”, you breathe.

“How’s my princess doing?”

“Good, but tired.”

“Yeah? I’m sorry my love, I was rough”, he says, running his fingers down your cheek, “are you in discomfort anywhere?”

“No, just tired and a little sore”, you giggle, “I got fucked so good”, you whisper cutely.

“Mhm yeah, I fucked you good”, he says and kisses the tip of your nose, “you did so well, my princess. I’m so proud of you.”

His praise makes you feel so happy. 

“I’ll start cleaning you up now, yeah?”

“Mhm okay.”

“Fall asleep if you want to, I’m right here. Kookie’s asleep too for now.”

You close your eyes and sigh contently. You feel so sleepy, maybe you’ll take him up on his offer and drift off into dreamland. 

The next time you open your eyes, you find yourself in an unknown bed. A beeswax candle illuminates the room, the sheets smell like laundry detergent and the mattress is the perfect firmness. Your body aches, but in a good way. The kind of way it always aches when you shared a really passionate night with Yoongi. The memory of what you did mere moments before makes your heart flutter. You roll your head to the side, expecting to see his resting body but meeting Jungkook’s instead. He is sleeping soundly on his tummy with his strong arm draped over your waist and his face buried halfway in the pillow. He looks as happy as you feel. He is shirtless and clean. As are you, except that you are wearing one of Yoongi’s button ups. He must have carried you to his bedroom, cleaned and dressed you when you were passed out. 

You wonder where he is now. He isn’t in bed with you and he clearly isn’t in the room with you, because he would have already talked to you if he were. Maybe he went back to working on the device. It makes you just a little upset if he did, because that means that he was still angry. Poor Yoongi. You really hope that he feels at least a little better and that he is merely downstairs to get something to drink. 

Speaking of drinking, you are terribly thirsty and the glass on the bedside table isn’t enough to satisfy you. You peel yourself out of Jungkook’s hug, making sure to tug him in so he wouldn’t be cold. He is snoring peacefully, looking happy. Then you tiptoe to the bathroom with the empty glass in hand, slowing down once you hear the water run. Is this where Yoongi went off to? 

You open the door cautiously. You were right. Yoongi is here. He is showering, having his back turned to you. He looks… You furrow your brows. He looks upset. Not in an angry kind of way, but a sad kind of way. He is slouching and his head is hanging low. 

“Yoongi?”

He flinches, turning around quickly. His entire stature lets you know that he was embarrassed about being caught in such a state.

“I’m sorry for barging in here like that, but you were gone when I woke up so I got worried. Are you okay?”

“Why are you here?”

“I wanted water, but then heard you shower so I wanted to check on you. Are you okay?” 

“Yes, just finished work and got dirty again.”

Yoongi turns off the water and steps out of the shower. He snatches a towel and begins drying himself. He looks nervous. As if you caught him in a private act and now he wants to flee.

“Are you sure that’s all?”

“Yes”, he avoids eye contact. 

You place the glass aside and close the distance. Yoongi gawks at you, taking a step back. You reach for him and touch his waist. He tenses up. The towel is in his hands. He is naked and victim of your skinship and it fucking scares him because one touch is enough to crumble his composure again. 

You hug him. Tight, strong and adoringly. Your hands are on his back, your arms around his torso and your cheek is resting against his skin. Yoongi tenses up more, dropping the towel with a gasp.

“You smell nice”, you murmur, kissing his chest before nuzzling your cheek against it. He feels so warm in your hold. Warm and really, really soft.

Yoongi exhales and sinks into you, cradling you in his arms and burying his face in your neck. He makes a little sound. Relief and helplessness, you can hear both emotions in it. 

“Are you okay?” you ask him in a whisper.

“No.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” 

“I don’t know.”

“I’m here if you want to.”

Yoongi nods his head and places his hand on the back of your head just to pull you closer. His warmth melts with yours and creates a cocoon of comfort. For both of you. 

“You weren’t too rough if that’s what you’re worried about”, you say. 

“It’s not that.”

“Okay. What else?”

“I’ve become weak since I met you”, he whispers.

“What do you mean? No, you didn’t.”

“I did. I fought without thinking in the past. I killed whoever got in my way and pissed off whoever needed to be pissed off and I didn’t care who would come after me because of it. I acted reckless because I didn’t have anything to lose and I wasn’t scared. Not ever”, Yoongi pulls you closer, rubbing his nose against your neck, “now all I’m afraid of is losing you”, he confesses and shudders, “I’m so fucking scared all the time.”

“Yoongi, my love”, you whisper softly, “you won’t lose me, I’m here to stay.”

“You don’t know that. Death is so quick. It took everyone from me, over and over again. Why would it spare you?”

“Because I’m stubborn. You know me, I won’t go down without a fight.”

Yoongi laughs painfully. You chuckle. 

“You’re so stubborn”, he agrees. 

“Yeah I am and I plan on staying with you. Do you hear me, my love?”

He nods his head. 

“Good, that’s good.”

He runs his hand to the back of your neck, holding you close as he caresses you. 

“Please promise me to cherish yourself”, he says, “please don’t get hurt anymore. The image of you bleeding out won’t leave my mind, please don’t get hurt again. Not like this. Promise me.”

“Yoongi no, don’t think about that.”

“Promise me”, he insists with a soft squeeze of your waist. 

“I promise, I’ll cherish myself. But only if you do the same with yourself.”

“I will.”

“Good. You should, my precious love. Can I do something to make the memory easier? I hate to know that you still have to think of it.”

“Don’t get hurt again please.”

“I won’t. At least not willingly.”

“Thank you, it means a lot to me.”

“Of course, I would do anything for you.”

Yoongi lifts his head, looking into your eyes. He doesn’t look so burdened anymore, instead adoration gazes back at you. You cup his cheeks. He leans into the touch with his eyelids lowering in relaxation.

You study his pretty eyes, “you look happier, my love. Do you feel a little better?” you ask him, running your thumbs over his soft cheeks.

He nods his head, lowering his eyes shyly. He touches your wrists, draws little hearts on them only to turn his head and kiss the tender inside of your right wrist. He stubs you with his nose afterwards, cradling your hands in his’. 

“My most loved”, he whispers, closing his eyes, “what are you doing to me?”

“What do you mean?”

“You make me weak, but fuck, I’d be damned if I missed out on this feeling.”

“Oh.”

He looks into your eyes and smiles. He guides your hands to his chest, squeezing them softly as he places them where once his heartbeat raced. 

“Hm”, he hums happily, squeezing his eyes closed in a happy smile.

You giggle, lowering your gaze shyly. He makes your heart race like crazy. 

“Do you wanna come back to bed with me, Boongie?” you ask him

“Of course. You should get water first though, my princess.”

“I will and you should cuddle with me.”

Yoongi chuckles, nodding his head, “I will.”

You cuddle that night. And you take Jungkook into the cuddles as well. It felt like paradise. To all of you.

[franknfurterstriangulardinosaur]

podcast where i just talk about him because talking about him makes me so excited. like right now, i’m stimming. i actually find him so peaceful and amazing. like i struggle to sleep so bad. i have hallucinations and i wake up randomly panicking but thinking about him helps me quite efficiently. i think about him when i’m going to sleep. like he soothes me and makes me feel a lot safer. even when he’s not there and i think about him, it’s like he’s there to protect me, he’s there to make sure i’m not panicking, he’s there to be my comfort. i just love how he can help me do things that are necessary for my existence even when he doesn’t do anything. it’s just him existing: he’s a magical man and i love him and i want to spin him around and be happy about him. i think that’s why i like him to be closer to me. sometimes i panic if he’s not close to me. when i’m panicking, i just need him. i need him to touch my hands at least. he’s just making me calmer. that’s all he ever really does. i love when he reassures me that he’s not leaving because i believe him. i think i’m good enough for him for a small amount. it’s like he likes me and wants me. thinking about how we are friends is amazing and he knows me and he knows my name. i love being able to write poetry about him and make really really really long tumblr posts. i love being able to talk about him a lot, i can���t wait to see him next. i love seeing him. i can’t wait to talk to him next. i have so much to say. i love telling him things- he acts interested in me and i’m so amazing. he just loves me so much. he’s obsessed. that’s a joke because i’m obsessed with him. i make that joke so much. it’s honestly starting to change my thinking dangerously. i should probably stop. i know he isn’t. i love thinking about how he’s like so strong and he could help me. going back to being disabled and thinking about my fp. he could push me if i was in a wheelchair and that really helps me a lot of things. i mean he thinks he could push me in a wheelchair and i trust his perspective. i honestly want to scream. i just love how he’s nice about me being disabled. like it’s the bare minimum and yes, he’s nice (not ableist). he’s just so comfortable with it. i think he is anyway. i mean he’s never been disgusted by my body. he is just like “i will help you in any way you need” and i’m like OH MY G-D I’M COMPLETELY IN LOVE WITH YOU AND YOU ARE THE ONLY PERSON WHO HAS EVER BEEN NICE TO ME EVER! which is actually pretty true except for the in love part. i mean like the words “in love” isn’t completely inaccurate but the way people define it makes it so inaccurate that it hurts. i’d rather feel the clothes touching me and sticking to me than be in a romantic relationship with this guy. it’s not him. i’m just so so beautifully aromantic. i don’t want people to think i’m in love with him but i like to phrase it like that when i get excited with him for some stupid reasons. i really say it a lot but not to him. i’m not sure if i’ve ever told him that. the fact he thinks about me is scary as fuck but the fact that he might not think about me hurts because i think about him so much i’m going to explode. he’s my amazing guy. why is he so amazing? why can i talk about him for this long? i trust him now as well, aren’t i so socially acceptable about him? i’m honestly just obsessive about him and i don’t mind. he’s just my fp and my friend and he takes up a lot of my life so of course i talk about him so much and he’s just quite a significant part of my life. i doubt anyone is going to read this but i honestly think he is just something i use to stimulate myself sometimes. i stim using him by tapping him and he taps me and he messages me and i like the feeling of notifications and i’d be so so happy. talking to him was amazing and is amazing and i’ve always loved talking to him since he messaged me for the first time. i remember i wrote myself a note saying “don’t message him too much” and then i ended doing so.

curse you, my tendency to obsess over men with captivating and beautiful appearance and personality of the most amazing amazing guy to ever exist. i’m just insane and obsessive.

goodbye.

i reached the top amount of tags.

(This is just like me ranting about the greatest man in my life- my FP. It wasn’t supposed to start like this)

i like when my fp is warm. i’m cold all the time and it’s so nice to feel warm him. it is like he fixes all my problems just by existing. i love feeling his warmth by being close to him - it’s just like he is close to me. i love just anything to do with him. i’m obsessed with physical touch but when i touch him, i feel like i have to stare at them too just to check that it’s alright. i love hitting his head softly especially because his hair exists. his hair is perfect, I’d eat it. I like putting my face against him, it takes me feel safer and less able to split and I’ll think about it when I’m uncomfortable or about to split and it calms me down. I really love tapping his shoulders and my head being on his shoulder. I love his shoulders. If his shoulders could just be a person, I’d marry them. (Disclaimer: he is not a person that is his shoulders so marrying him would not an accurate shoulder marriage). So being close to his shoulders is so so so amazing for me. I sleep thinking about his shoulders, they’re just the best thing and they’re crafted for me. His shoulders solely exist for me. I love him touching my hair. That’s my favourite thing ever. How can I be mad at him when he touches my hair? I want him to touch my hair forever. I could be splitting on him and he touches my hair, warning me beforehand, and I wouldn’t be splitting on him. I’d be completely in love with him (not really- don’t be afraid, I’m still the most aromantic aromantic ever). I love when he wears jumpers and I can just grab the fabrics continuously and just like his arms and touching the fabrics. I love his arms, just grabbing them and *moving my fingers like i’m speaking*, i don’t know i’m insane right now. completely. i feel sorry for my fp. imagine having someone who is this obsessed with you. like my obsession with him doesn’t really make sense to him maybe. they’ve just got this insane person staring at them both literally and figuratively. i do literally stare at them sometimes like eyes eyes eyes. i have very wide eyes. i don’t know why, eye contact is very frightening but i stare. like if he looked back at me, i’d probably freak out and have a meltdown but luckily i have a type in my fps which is autistic men. i love that guy. he’s a fun person and i just want to bonk him on the head and just scream because he’s just so pretty and what the fuck, i love how he looks. he doesn’t know this but i talk about him a lot and think about him so much. he knows that part. but today i was listening to the first part of the torah and it was like eve came from the rib of adam. and i was like i came from his rib. he ripped out his rib for me and now i exist. and like yeah totally, 2 year (and a week) old him just ripped out his rib and gave it to g-d and they created me. my mind is insane. 2 year olds don’t know what ribs are- some 2 year olds don’t speak to g-d. and like plus why would they create me? “2 year old, what would you like to make with your rib?” “I want to make a cripple” To be honest, he doesn’t mind me being disabled at all. I think I like being disabled more because of him. Like he just helps me with it. I think he’s concerned with my disability a lot which upsets me because it’s literally my life but the way he cares about me is just the best. he’ll help me up if i fall. he helps me stand up when my legs are spasming or i just need to stand up. he gets worried about my dislocations. he just cares about me. it’s so strange for me to feel cared about. it’s so cute. like me? why would he care about me? i care about him. he’s awesome. he’s great. i love him. i would do anything for him. he’s my favourite crumpet. i’m so confused where i started. i love writing about him. i love everything about him. sometimes i think about him and hit myself in the face because i want to hit him in the face. i’m so excited for him to exist near me again. i just need him so bad. he’s everything to me. why would i want anything else when i have him? that’s not true, i love all of my life. he’s just one of the thing i love about life. i should just make a-

[katasstrophy]

I feel like I've seen every Bluelock boy paired with a very cute, very bubbly, and chill gf/reader before, but I haven't seen any of them paired with a cool and competent or even bossier type. Are there any guys you think of liking that type??? Or maybe just deserve that type to be kept in line lmao 🤣

nonnie!! 😳 NONNIE UR BRAIN I’M GIVING IT A THOUSAND KISSES UR SOOO RIGHT FOR THIS!!! i guess it doesn’t really show with the fics i’ve uploaded so far – which is a damn shame, i should fix that – but i am absolutely all for readers who are just… out there, ya know? they’re prickly, or easy to anger, or sardonic as all hell, or way too clever for their own good or yes yes, bossy<3 i eat that shit UP like it’s my last meal. this is not to say i don’t enjoy sweet, bubbly readers (bc i do!) but the type you describe just… scratches a certain itch iykwim 👁️👁️

i think one of my first posts ever about blue lock on this blog (cw. mid writing LMAO) was exactly about this. obviously most of the blue lock guys are only extreme egoists when they’re playing soccer, but i do think that aspect of their lives will ultimately start to bleed into their personality as they grow up/go pro. so having someone who’s just like “yeah that’s great and all but if you won’t make it to date night i’ll leave your sorry ass” is just. so sexy to them like?? they haven’t gotten their ego knocked down a peg in a while so i think they’d be drawn to a partner like that askdhxnbz idk if i’m explaining this very well but as far as i’m concerned all blue lock boys deserve an unhinged reader lol 😤

THAT BEING SAID!!! >:))) i have a top three list of blue lock men who i, personally, would love to put in their place and encourage anyone out there to do so as well LOL

1. MICHAEL KAISER — this cocky motherfucker ugh need i say more 🙄 the urge to censor his name was real strong but i persevered still cannot believe i’m (sadly) attracted to this horrible, horrible man. he’s sooo insufferable and just so obsessed with himself like he unironically refers to himself as the emperor when i tell you there’s nothing i want more than to make this man beg on his knees i mean it – what a pretty sight that would be hm? <3 all his past lovers probably treated him like he was god’s greatest gift to women (HE IS NOT) – and by now he’s not only used to it but comes to expect it – so when he meets you and you’re like “mm you’re kind of a prick leave me alone thenk yew✨✨” he’s just. so scandalized LMFAO suddenly he’s the one chasing after you and vying for a shred of your attention oooohh yes that’s exactly what he deserves how it should be

2. ITOSHI SAE — listen he might be my precious babygirl now but i used to hate this mans guts like no other and that little resentment still lives on in my heart in the form of wanting this man’s downfall to be a woman like don’t tell me that’s not the hottest thing you’ve ever heard. he’s just so single-mindedly focused on soccer – japan’s treasure and what not – and thinks he can get away with being an asshole because of it but you place down your foot and tell him to cut the bullshit or you’ll find someone who treats you better (AMEN SISTER) and suddenly he’s grappling with the reality that shit he might just fall apart without you yes girl make him suffer

3. OLIVER AIKU — i couldn’t not include the resident fuckboy here mmmm the possibilities for him are endless and each one more delicious than the last. he might not be as insufferable as the others but he still thinks extremely highly of himself, especially when it comes to his way with the ladies. typical “oh no i don’t do relationships” kinda guy who can show you a good time for a night before dipping in the morning – and you just don’t want that. so you reject his advances, say you’re not interested and move on, but for some reason, oliver can’t. literally physically wounds his pride when he crawls back for a second chance but you don’t budge, still wary of him due to his past behavior unless he can show you otherwise. and the way he scrambles to prove himself as trustworthy to you? god tier groveling from a man YUMM

[bitethedevil]

what annoys me the most about "canonically bad in bed", a list

- this is coming from hist LITERAL DILDO, like sorry he is not trying to pleasure his dildo, DO YOU PLEASE YOUR DILDO OR YOURSELF WHEN U GET OFF??? (totally understand haarlep is unhappy #freehaarlep but that is not the topic of this treatise)

- masturbation is always auto-erotic. e.g. almost all pornography directed at straight men shows men glorification of THEIR role in a sex situation, almost all erotica directed at straight women shows THEM being desired, it is always abt u and ur ego

- being "good" or "bad" in bed is a normative bullshit question I am frankly annoyed tav can even ask, because different people like different things, and this game is otherwise a lot better written about sex and gender stuff. also if you play haarlep's game, tav lies there like a starfish doing nothing at all, and haarlep likes it?? we should get rid of normative sexual evaluations of others smh

- there are people who like topping, people who like bottoming, frankly this is kinda toxic homophobic/misogynistic "haha, he was the one *getting* fucked all the time" implying a. the fuck-ee is dominated by the fuck-er and fucking is a violent act of dominance (untrue), and b. bottoms are somehow lesser than tops? so much wrong with this!!

- if I recall correctly haarlep just says raphael was bad in bed and always on bottom, and nothing about how long he lasts, and then the only way tav can use this knowledge to provoke raphael is by ASSUMING he doesn't last for very long, which is like wtf? why would u shame someone with some made-up toxic sex norms/assume they try to last when they masturbate? (even in case haarlep does say raphael cums too soon, shaming people for cumming too quick is such an incredibly mean thing, they can't control it)

- it is kinda sad (and toxic ngl) that raphael cares about haarlep so much and can't deny him anything and is so obsessed with this person who hates him and is dependent on him, giving strong toxic hetero relationship vibes. raphael, u can't have a relationship with someone who u control baby that is just not how it works lil guy, are u too scared u are not good enough for someone who will choose u of their own free will, are u scared they will leave u babygirl

to conclude we know absolutely nothing about raphael's sexual preferences, we just know haarlep is (rightfully) angry at him and being a slave, and raphael has ego issues which like come one we already knew that from day 1

I’m completely with you anon. The only thing I would like to comment on (and this is just my own interpretation) is the fact that Raphael can’t deny Haarlep anything. I don’t think that’s out of any fondness, I completely think its through Haarlep’s magic…which…just kind of makes it worse since Haarlep is there to spy on him for Mephistopheles. You saw how hard it was for Tav to deny him use of their body and mind. I’d imagine it works the same way with Raph, even though he’s a cambion. In my mind, the whole dynamic between Haarlep and Raph is fucked and Raphael is just trying to make the most out of a bad situation (I wrote a whole post on it a little while back, but it is of course just my own interpretation). Which just makes it even WORSE that Tav behaves the way they do about the whole thing. Like damn. I’d be mad as hell too.

I might write a standalone post on the weird discourse on Raphael’s sex-life at some point because it does somewhat fascinate me. Everyone is entitled to their own interpretation of any work, and that is something I hold sacred. What bothers me sometimes is the way that people talk about it. For example, the problematic way of portraying tops/bottoms and the shaming part that you also talked about in this ask.  

What bothers me even more is when people feel the need to drag that interpretation into fan-spaces to reduce the character to just those aspects as a “gotcha”. I don’t know if that is just me, but if there’s characters that I don’t like, I don’t even use their tags. I’ve written a couple of hate posts on the Emperor. They might show up under the tag just because Tumblr’s algorithm is weird, but I’ve never tagged them with the character’s name, just in case there are fans who use the tag and find that annoying.

Anyway…Thank you so much for the ask! I completely agree with you.

[kelcemenow]

Touchdown - Chapter 17.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 2328

Warnings Strong language, smut and the occasional fluffy moment.

CHAPTER 16.

CHAPTER 17.

You relaxed on the bed, scrolling through your phone as you could hear Travis’ voice echoing from his recording room. You had almost tuned it out but the occasional laugh would grab your attention. After a while, a message appeared at the top of your screen.

“You can come in now, baby.”

You swung your legs off of the end of the bed and craned your neck so you could see your reflection in the mirror. You ran your fingers through your hair and made sure there was nothing in your teeth. You carefully made your way down the long staircase and headed towards Travis' office door. As your hand hovered over the handle, you heard Travis’ voice.

“Really, man. There’s something there.” He was wearing headphones meaning he couldn’t quite hear how loudly he was speaking. “Yeah…seriously. Jason, man, I like her…I like her a lot.”

You blushed instantly as you listened at the door.

“I don’t know…it’s kinda difficult. But I will.”

You took a breath and grasped at the door handle, pushing the door open to see Travis relaxed in a black office chair, looking ahead at Jason on a large screen. He turned his head and beamed at you in the doorway, lifting his foot from his knee and patting his lap.

“Come on, girl!”

You made your way over to him and rested on Travis’ knees, one arm snaking behind his head. He leaned to reach for some extra headphones and you smiled at Jason on the screen. Once you placed the headphones over your ears, Jason’s voice rang out.

“Hey Y/N, how’s it going?” He waved towards the screen.

“Hi! I’m good, how are you?”

“Ah I’m alright, I’m alright. It’s good to meet you, Travis has told me a little about you. Sounds like you’re his little secret at the moment?”

You looked at Travis with wide eyes.

“Baby, I tell Jason everything.”

Jason leaned towards the camera, “Don’t worry. Y/N, I think it’s awesome. You’ll have to visit to Philly sometime and meet Kylie and the girls.”

You smiled, “I’ll hold you to that.”

“Trav says you’re enjoying your time in KC.”

“Oh yeah, I’ve got the best tour guide.” You placed your hand on top of Travis’ head, giving it a little shake.

Travis laughed, “We went to Joe’s and I almost lost her to Amos!”

“It’s true, he was very charming. But not as charming as this big guy here.” You kissed his temple.

Jason leaned forward to the camera, “Travis, man. What spell have you put her under? You stop that black magic now, leave the innocent girl alone.”

You screeched a loud laugh and Travis brought his arm across your shoulders, “No, she’s mine now.”

You felt a flutter in your stomach when he said the word ‘mine’. You looked at the screen for Jason’s reaction. A gentle smile grew on his face and he clapped his hands.

“We just gotta get you on a call with Mom now.”

Travis whistled, “Ohhh Momma Kelce will love you, isn’t that right Jason?”

“Oh yeah, because she’s obsessed with her golden boy!”

You grinned to the screen and looked back to Travis who was staring up at you. He placed his hand around your back and rested it on your waist, giving you a slight squeeze. The other arm gently settled on your thigh.

“So, you got a game this weekend?”

Jason shifted in his seat, “Yeah, the Giants.” Jason’s eyes moved to the side of the screen as you heard his door open and a small, blonde, haired child bounded into the room. The child climbed onto Jason’s lap as Travis cheered next to you.

“Ahh Wyatt, what’s up, babygirl?”

Wyatt’s eyes grew bigger at the sight of Travis on the screen, she waved and grabbed at Jason’s headphones which he gently placed on her much smaller head.

“There’s Uncle Travis!”

Wyatt waved again with a huge smile on her face and you noticed that Jason was now pointing towards you, “And that is Y/N, she’s a very good friend of Uncle Travis.”

Wyatt’s eyes looked at you, her face moving into a smile. She lifted her head towards her father and whispered, “She’s pretty like a Princess, Daddy.”

You giggled into Travis’ neck as he smiled, “Yes, she is honey!”

“Thank you, Wyatt.” You blew her a kiss.

Jason looked down at his daughter, “Okay little miss, we need to get ready for dinner. Say bye to Uncle Travis and Y/N.”

“Bye Uncle Travis. Bye Princess Y/N.” Her tiny voice made your heart melt.

Jason placed the headphones back onto his own head, “Alright you lovebirds, I gotta go. Speak to you later Travis, and Y/N, I hope you stick around long enough for me to meet you in person.”

The three of you laughed as Travis closed to the video chat and swung the overhead microphone away. He spun the chair away from the desk slightly and looked up at you, “So, that’s Jason.”

“He seems really nice.”

“He’s the best. And doing this podcast with him is great. It means that even though we’re in different states, I get to catch up with him all of the time.”

You rested your head against his, “That’s so cool for you both.”

Travis moved his face to press his lips into your cheek. You turned your head so that his lips connected with yours. His hand moved up to the back of your head, pressing you closer to him. You shifted in his lap and his mouth moved down to your neck, starting with soft kisses and gentle bites.

He moved you around so that your back was resting on his chest and continued to kiss and suck at your neck. His hands ran along your waist, sloping upwards to your breasts, squeezing the flesh gently. Your legs parted and you writhed slowly with the pleasure that was rushing over your body. Travis’ fingers started to ghost over the waistband of your jeans and your eyes flickered down as you watched him grab at your thighs. You tilted your hips and ground your ass into his crotch.

“Uhh, fuck.”

Your skin tingled as he growled close to your ear. You put your hands on top of his, moving them away from your body so you could stand up. Keeping your back to him you slowly peeled your jeans down and onto the floor. You could hear Travis’ breathing speed up and his hands moved over your ass, his fingers digging in.

You turned around to face him sat in the chair, a large bulge protruding in his sweatpants. His eyes were glassy, hungry and fixed on you. His teeth clamped down on his bottom lip as he shook his head.

“Baby, you are so beautiful.” He reached out for you, “I want you…so bad.”

“You have me. I’m yours, remember?”

Your words sparked something inside of him and he was suddenly out of the chair and pushing you against the wall, his lips smashing into yours. The night in the pool was slow, meticulous and sensual. This time felt different; almost animalistic. His hands found their way to your throat, his fingers pressing into your skin. You frantically reached to remove his sweatpants and he responded by pulling his shirt off quickly. His large hands pulled at the fabric of the shirt you were wearing and it ripped with ease. You gasped, impressed at his strength.

“I’ll buy you a new one.” He said breathlessly.

“It’s yours anyway.” You panted as he returned his mouth to your neck.

“Fuck it.” He said, groaning into your skin.

He ripped the fabric further and grabbed at your exposed breasts, his fingers pulling at your nipples. You threw your head back, closed your eyes and groaned as he replaced his hands with his mouth, his tongue swirling around your left nipple, occasionally sucking until you squeaked at the gentle pain. As he switched over to the right side, you opened your eyes and looked down, watching him expertly turn you on. Travis hooked his arm under one of your knees and picked you up with little effort, placing you carefully onto his office chair. Almost instantly, he tugged at your thong, removing it and throwing it on the floor behind him. His head disappeared downwards and you felt his mouth latch onto your clit, flicking and sucking at the swollen nub. Your muscles contracted with the sensation, and jolts of pleasure shot up and down your body. Travis pushed at the underneath of your thighs and you let your knees come up to your chest. Travis pushed further so that your folds spread for him, his head lifting up to see your pussy before returning his tongue to it.

Your breathy moans filled the room, the air thick with lust. You ran your fingernails along his neck and head, digging into the skin behind his ears, his low growl vibrating into your pussy. You clenched your thighs as you came close to your orgasm but Travis responded by quickly removing his mouth from you with a wet noise.

You lifted your head and stared at him, “What are you doing?”

Travis looked up at you with half lidded eyes, “I’m taking what’s mine.”

You smiled and arched your back as his mouth began nipping at your inner thighs, the rough hair on his cheeks tickling your clit. You felt a strong finger push inside of you, curling upwards and pumping mercilessly. You whined with a high-pitched squeak, your core aching for his hard cock. Travis stopped almost immediately in response to your sounds, lifting his soaking fingers up to your mouth and pushing down on your lip. You opened your mouth and sucked his fingers, your tongue swirling around. Travis’ eyes widened as he watched you taste yourself, his shoulders tensing before he picked you up and pushed you down onto the floor. You landed with a thud, on your hands and knees.

Travis kneeled behind you, lifting your body up so that you were in front of him. “I want us to come together.” He growled into your ear.

Your knees spread almost subconsciously, allowing him to slot in comfortably in between them. His hand snaked around your waist and found your clit, his fingers circling gently.

“You’re so wet for me, beautiful.”

You hummed as he pushed his thick erection into you, your hips responded by shuddering downwards. You both rested down onto your ankles as you relaxed your walls and allowed them to stretch around his size. You gasped and began to lift up and down slowly, Travis returning the same motion. His chest was slick with sweat and it felt hot against your back. You opened your eyes to see your reflection in the large window. The night was dark outside, meaning the window acted like a large mirror. Your bodies were moving in complete harmony, raising up and down With one hand still working your clit, his other hand found its way to your neck, his grip tightening somewhat.

“Hmm, baby. That feels…amazing. So good…so good.” You breathed.

“Keep talking, tell me what you want, say my name.” He responded through his thrusts.

“You make me feel so good, Travis…you’re incredible.”

He tightened his grip a little more, “Are you mine?”

You moaned, “I’m all yours, baby.”

He quickly turned you around onto your back and his large frame loomed over you. His arms held you closely around your waist and he lifted your hips up so that his dick was just over your entrance.

He paused for a moment, looking at you with his desirous gaze. “You are perfect. I…am so lucky.”

You smiled up at him, reaching out for his muscular arms. He quickly rammed into you, the loud primal slaps of skin against skin encouraging your orgasm. You clenched onto his arms and he pulled you in even closer. Your head was fully tilted back, hovering over the floor and letting him take all of the weight of your upper body. Your breasts bounced wildly along with his thrusts as they became faltered and awkward and as he angled his hips forward, his dick grazed your g-spot.

You cried out frantically, “Please…d-don’t stop, Travis. I’m gonna come.”

“Me too, baby. That’s it…that’s it.” He moaned in between thrusts.

Your core ached and a strange pressure suddenly released in your lower stomach, a sensation you had never felt before. You opened your eyes, trying to focus on the blurry image of Travis above you. He continued to thrust hard through his own orgasm, gripping your hips and clenching his teeth. He looked down to watch his cock moving in and out of you and you noticed a smile on his face. Squeezing your eyes shut, you cried out again, another release of the feeling you had felt earlier. Travis chuckled and pushed into you deeper, with short sharp drives. You could feel his cock pulsating inside of you and he groaned, stopping the thrusts as his ejaculation pumped into you.

You laid still for a moment, with the only movement being Travis’ occasional gentle twitches. Both of your breathing slowed and as you caught control of it, Travis leaned down to kiss you on your forehead.

“You’re amazing.”

You smiled up at him and wriggled your hips slightly as he pulled himself out of you. He lowered his body next to you, facing yours and tracing his fingers across the skin on your chest.

“Oh, can I ask you something?”

“Sure.” He kissed your shoulder.

“Just then, towards the end there. What were you laughing and smiling at?”

Travis smirked, his already flushed cheeks darkening slightly, “Well, when you came…uhh…you squirted.”

You covered your face with a hand as you smiled, “Did I? Oh man, I’ve never done that before!”

Travis grinned back at you, “I’ll take that as a compliment, then?”

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I liked this one, and I hope you all like it too! This series should be finished by the end of the week and then I'm moving onto requests so if you have anything in mind, just ask away. If you want to be added to this tag list or my generic one, just give me a shout!

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[shoyoackerman]

SPIDER-MAN ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE SPOILERS!!

I WATCHED THE NEW SPIDER-MAN AND GOD I LOVED IT. I saw it 4dx and ooft was absolutely thrown around, got whiplash, got a migraine but worth it all bc that shit was amazing.

I really loved Spot he was so goofy and babygirl and then he had to go and try and kill Miles dad 😔

OH AND OF COURSE MILES HE LOOKS SO COOL AND GOOD. Loved him so much, looks much mature lmao than the first one.

AND HOBIE BROWN AKA SPIDERPUNK LOVE HIM SO MICH, HES MY FAVOURITE FRFR. He’s so cool and his accent god love his accent.

Him and miles are actually adorable I loved how much Miles thought how cool he was. (Plus kinda lowkey ship them 👩🏾‍🦽) and I also definitely thought of Hoseok when I heard hobi in the movies.

AND MIGUEL BRO WAS ON DEMON TIME AFTER MILES GAWDAMN. Liek leave bro alone 😭 he just tryin save his father, FUCK CANON WE CAN DO FANFICTION OKAY MIGUEL ILL WRITE YOU BACK WITH YOUR FAMILY OKAY. Still hot tho, it’s okay Miguel we can create a new family together pookie 🫶🏽🤧 I’ll make the sacrifice for Miles <3

Pavitr. Oh Pavitr my love, LOVED HIM. LOVED THE REP. LOVED HIS ENERGY. I want more of him, better see more of him in the third movie.

Also pls help yall, I’m actually dumb asf bc I was expecting this to be the last and I was so confused as to how they finna wrap up the ending. Was GOBSMACKED, FLABBERGASTED WHEN THE “to be continued” came back 💀⁉️ DUMB AS HELL.

AND THE ENDING THE ENDING HELLO I WAS NOT EXPECTING ANY OF THAT. NONE OF IT AT ALL. LIKE MILES SENT BACK TO THE WRONG UNIVERSE, SEEING UNCLE AARON AND THEN HIM?!? MILES MORALES OF THAT EARTH.

AND HIM BEING THE PROWLER 😟 actually loved that plot twist. And gawdamn his braids? He looked hella nice with them, suited him well.

anyway, I’m obsessed and I’m gonna stay fixated on this for a long time. Definitely wanna see it again not in 4dx and actually sit and hear what’s happening. (Ngl I was like unable to understand half the shit being said, I genuinely need subtitles)

[scftpcws]

hii ^.^ Im heavily obsessed with fics that have something to do with angst, so i’m requesting sensitive! reader getting into a heated argument with Eddie which causes her to cry. This is something I relate to so it would be wonderful if you could do something like this!!

Hiiiiii!! I hope i did your request justice.. icl im not the best at writing angst but i swear i rlly did try with this one!!

A/n: Also a bit of background info, Chance ( a character mentioned in the story) is just a background character in Stranger Things season 4. He’s just so cute and i like him a lot. He and reader are just friends i swear. he doesn’t like her in that way dw!!

He’s so babygirl oml 😭^^… anyways.

Forgotten | Eddie Munson

Eddie Munson x Sensitive!Fem!Reader

Warning: Angst, Mean!Eddie (it’s justified), Jealousy, platonic!ChancexReader, Mentions of the basketball club, fluff, reader is referred to as a “princess”, Kinda Mean!Gareth and Mean!Jeff (it’s just for the plot pls don’t come for me).

Face it Eds, she’s just not coming.” Jeff spoke, patting him on the shoulder. They had sat waiting for Y/n for 15 minutes now. Eddie’s face displayed an expression of anger, almost as if to say “Shut the fuck up!”

“Maybe realised that you guys are too different, and she’s embarrassed to hang out with us.” Gareth laughed, obviously joking. Eddie didn’t see it that way. He rolled his eyes, a rather rude comment on the tip of his tongue that was quickly extinguished as Dustin pleaded for the campaign to begin. Eddie played it cool the rest of the night, hoping the guys were wrong and that she had just stayed at home that night and been unable to call.

Unfortunately for Eddie, Y/n wasn’t at home; she was in fact a few doors down, cheering on her friends at the basketball game.

As the night ended, Y/n and Chance made their way to his car, excited smiles on their faces as the cool night air swirled around them. “I can’t believe we won!” She exclaimed, adrenaline flowing through her as the thrill of the Tigers win coursed through her veins. “I’ve not seen a shot like that since.. well ever.” Chance smiled, running a hand through his dark hair as he reminisced about Lucas’ legendary winning shot during the final seconds of the game. He giggled at the excitement of his best friend, his smile only growing. “Do you need a ride home?” he asked, fumbling in his pocket for his car keys. She quickly waved him off, explaining that one of the girls had already offered to take her home. He smiled, and embraced her in a hug before jogging back to the guys to kickstart their celebratory party.

“Y/n?”

Her ears perked up at his voice and and she turned toward her boyfriend, seeing a somewhat defeated look on his face. “Eddie? What are you doing here, if i knew you were coming i wouldn’t have asked Tina to drive me home.” she giggled, hopping into his van and moving to hug him. Eddie shrank away from her, shuffling back against the door. “Eds? What’s wrong?”

“You missed it.” he stated quietly, looking down at his lap. She gazed at him, confusion in her expression. “What are you talking about?” she asked, trying to get him to meet her eyes. He turned his face away from her, attempting to hide the way his eyes glossed with tears.

“The DnD campaign? Y’know, the one i have been talking about nonstop for weeks.” Suddenly it dawned on her. She realised what he was talking about.

“Hey, i’m sorry. It’s just that this game was important to Chance and the campaign totally slipped my mind.” she explained, reaching a hand out to touch his face, he moved away from her again. Her brows furrowed as she pouted. “Yeah well this campaign was important to me y/n. It was really fucking important and you blew me off for some guy.” He responded, his voice raising slightly as he refused to look at her.

“Chance isn’t just some guy Eddie! We have been friends since we were in diapers, you can’t just expect me to ignore all my friends for you.” she scoffed, how could he say such a thing? He finally looked her in the eyes, his sadness turned to anger at her words. “I’m not asking you to ignore your friends! I’m asking you to act like i’m your boyfriend because i’m not sure if you noticed, but i am!” He seethed. Her bottom lip shook as her eyes began to gloss over with tears.

“Do you know how fucking hard it is to watch as you pour all your love and attention into your friends and leave none for me? You don’t even look at me in school, we only talk at night, it’s like all this is some bullshit game to you. When you’re sick of being a pretty princess with all your cool friends and your big ass house you come to me to get away from it all, like im some sort of distraction! Well newsflash Sweetheart, I’m a real person with real fucking feelings!” She had never seen him like this before. Sure Eddie could get loud and expressive but this was something else. Everything he said burned into her heart, his words causing her eyes to well with tears and her hands to tremble in her lap.

“Are you embarrassed by me, by us?” he mumbled, his anger reverting back to sadness. He turned to face her, and as a tear rolled down her cheek, a tidal wave of guilt flooded through him.

“Baby I-“

“Is that what you think? You think i’m embarrassed by you?” she murmured, her voice wavering as her head hung low. He reached out to cup her cheek, an apology on his lips. She flinched away from him, tears streaming down her warmed cheeks.

“I’m not ashamed of us! You are the only guy who i’ve been with that lets me be myself, my true, authentic self. I can’t do the things i do, or say the things i say with you with anyone else, Eddie! We only talk at night because I have to pretend to be this perfect girl all day and it’s the only time i feel free from my life. And I don’t talk to you in school because im afraid of what those guys will do to you if they find you with me! I do everything i do because i love you and i love being with you Eddie Munson. I have never been embarrassed by you. Never.” She ended with a choked sob, her shoulders quivering as she cried into her hands, the tears wetting the hem of her sweater. She reached for the door handle, ready to leave, before a calloused hand fell on top of hers.

Eddie placed his other hand under her chin, his thumb wiping the tears from her cheeks. “I didn’t mean to yell at you. I’m so sorry Sweetheart. I was just hurt that you forgot about me tonight and i shouldn’t have taken it out on you. I should’ve talked to you properly, y’know, not like a madman.” he chuckled at the last bit, attempting to lighten the sullen mood that had befallen them. She smiled softly, sniffling as the tears continued to stain her face. “Why didn’t you tell me you felt that way?” she mumbled, avoiding his gazed despite it being laced with love and affection for her. His smile dimmed a little, his thumb resting just under her left eye.

“I was afraid if i ever brought it up my worst fears would be confirmed.” he said, a sad smile gracing his pink lips. “What? That you’re guitar was stolen?” she joked, her heart swelling at the soft giggle that emitted from his lips. “No. That the only girl i’ve actually properly cared about didn’t love me the way i loved her.” his eyes found hers, the dim light of his van making them sparkle as the hues of brown swirled in his irises. She was taken aback by not only his beauty but the genuine love that poured from his words and seeped into the very core of her being. “I love you Eddie Munson. I don’t care whether you’re a basketball player or a loser that plays DnD, You’re my Eddie. And no amount of popularity is gonna change that.” she whispered, bringing his face closer to hers, their lips almost touching. He stared down at her lips for a moment before connecting them to his own, all his love for her seeping through the kiss. They moved slowly together, savouring the taste of one another, her hands quickly finding solace in the softness of his cheeks and jaw.

As they parted for air, Eddie placed another soft kiss to the back of her hand, look up at her, a gentleness in his tender gaze. “I’m sorry for hurting your feelings baby. I shouldn’t have talked to you like that. I know how easily word’s affect you and i’m so, so sorry for not thinking. Can you forgive me sweetheart?” he pleaded, placing another kiss to her hand before moving to placed their foreheads together. The smell of her shampoo and the softness of her skin annexed his senses and blurred his mind with the thought of her.

She pressed a simple kiss to the apple of his cheek, mumbling a quiet “You are forgiven” before encapsulating him in another breath taking kiss.

“But don’t ever yell at me again Munson.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it Baby.”