#i am constantly covering that exposed bit of skin on his side with passionate kisses

[wildsaltair]

no thoughts head empty just 👀👀👀👀

[band--psycho]

Happy Lowman x Reader-Perfect

Story for the below request! I may do a part 2, I’m undecided. But I really enjoyed writing this so I hope you all enjoy reading it💛

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Third Person POV

A light snore slipped past Y/ns lips as the rays of morning sunlight danced across the skin that was exposed. Happy was already up, completely captivated by the sight before him. Y/n was different to anyone else he’d ever met.There was no denying how much Y/n loved Happy and how much he loved her. He’d never looked at another girl in such a way. From the very first day he met her, he knew she was different. She had this effect on him, she made him softer. Not in a bad way. But he was romantic with her, not big or grand gestures, in fact they were things that if anybody else did them would seem normal but because it was Happy doing it, everyone knew he had fallen hard for her. He just did things to make her smile; he loved everything about her, but her smile...it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. No one was surprised when Happy asked Y/n to be his Old Lady and no one was surprised when she said yes. Except for Happy, himself, he never thought she would say yes but she did, and no one had seen him happier than when she did. She accepted him, for everything that he was.

 He sat up slightly, his hands making their way to her sides, lightly stroking them lightly as his lips kissed along her exposed neck. A drowsy moan escaped her lips as she slowly rolled over pressing her body against Happy’s, feeling how hard he already was. She couldn’t help the redness that filled her cheeks as he pressed his growing member against her, nor could she help the anxiety that filled her head as he did so. She both loved and hated the ripples of pleasure that flowed through her as his attack on her neck got more dominant, instead of the feather light kisses she’d woken up to he was now sucking and biting her neck, marking her. Making it clear to anyone that saw her who she belonged to. He trailed kisses like that all the way up to her neck until he reached her lips, connecting them in a bruising kiss, coaxing out yet another moan from her now slightly swollen lips. Happy grunted in response, proud of the sounds he was making fall from her lips but just as he made his way down her body, she sat up shaking her head lightly as she continued to move away from his touch. It wasn’t that she didn’t want him to touch her, in fact it was quite the opposite, she wanted him. All of him. But she’d never done anything like this with a man...she was a virgin. Not that Happy knew. She’d always planned on telling him but just never got around to it. When she finally found the right time to tell him, her fear made her second guess herself, terrified that he would leave her for someone who was prettier and more experienced. Y/n never saw herself the way Happy saw her and even though he’d constantly remind her of how beautiful she was, she never really believed it. She just didn’t want to disappoint him. Happy, like all of the other Sons, had a reputation with the Crow Eaters, quite often Y/n would hear the stories about Happy and the type of sex he liked..rough and dominating..and they both thrilled and scared her purely because she had no idea what she liked in that regard and in all honesty, she wasn’t sure if she could handle the type of fast and hardcore sex that Happy was into. 

“Babygirl?” Happy asked, pulling away looking at Y/n with a quizzical look in his eyes. But she just shook her head and quickly made her way off the bed, but she was soon pulled back by Happy’s strong arms. 

“What’s goin’ on?” He asked, the worry evident in both his voice and the look in his eyes. She desperately wanted to tell him, but her mouth felt so dry she could barely utter a word, let alone an explanation. 

“Did someone..someone hurt you? Because if they did, I’ll find ‘em and ‘em wish they’d never been born,” at his words Y/n just shook her head, her heart swelling slightly at the protective side of Happy. For a few moments the two sat in silence, Happy could tell how nervous she was. She was normally so loud and cocky, but right now, she was anxiously playing with her hands, looking more vulnerable than he’d ever seen her. 

“I’m a virgin,” she muttered, her voice barely audible, if it had not been for the closeness of the pair, Happy never would’ve heard it. Before Happy even had a chance to say anything, Y/n began talking a bit louder this time with tears in her eyes as she averted his gaze, “I understand if you...if you don’t want me anymore, I know the Crow Eaters are far more experienced and pretty than I am...you don’t have to stay with me-” Y/n didn’t have a chance to finish the speech that was racing through her mind, in fact all of those words seemed to freeze when Happy's lips touched hers. This kiss wasn’t like the one before, it was gentle, gentle in a way that took Y/n by surprise. 

“Perfect,” he whispered against her lips, pulling her into another kiss before pulling away and cradling her in his arms. 

“I love you babygirl, nothing’s ever gonna change that,” he soothed, his large hands covering her small ones. 

“We don’t have to do anythin’ you don’t want to-”

“I want to,” Y/n interrupted, the familiar redness gracing her cheeks as she traced a finger along Happy's palm. 

“I just-I just don’t know what I like...and I don’t wanna disappoint you..” Y/n stuttered out, her eyes fixed on hers and Happy's hands. 

“You could never disappoint me,” Happy said, lifting his hand away from hers so he could hook one of his fingers under her chin and make her look up at him.

“We can figure out what you like, together, if that’s what you want” He continued, placing a kiss on her forehead.

“I do,” She replied, moving slightly so that she was now straddling him, her hands wrapping around the back of his neck, her fingers lightly tracing circles along the nape of his neck. In one swift movement, her lips were on his, this time he set the pace of it all. It started soft and slow, her tongue exploring his mouth like it was the first time she’d ever kissed him, though as the moments passed the kiss got more intense. More passionate. And before Y/n knew it she was lying on her back and Happy was hovering over her. 

“So no one has ever...touched you here?” Happy asked, his hand lightly cupping her clothed centre. A small squeal of excitement escaped Y/ns lips as she shook her head. 

“So I’m the first?” He asked, a smirk coming across his face as he looked down at Y/n, Y/n nodded, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink. 

“That’s hot as fuck, babygirl,” Happy praised, his lips connecting with her neck again, his tongue licking over the marks he’d previously left. A familiar feeling of pleasure coursed through Y/n but this time she didn’t run from it, she didn’t stop Happy from what he was doing, instead she lifted her head up slightly allowing him better access. Happy knew the truth and he still loved her and that made Y/n trust him even more than she already did. So instead of fleeing from the pleasure, she decided that now it was time to finally enjoy it. 

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elli have you ever think about the twins caught [name] masturbation and moaned their name?

anon asked: Hi idk if you’ve received something like similar to this but, what do u think himmel and Venti would do if their fem s/o is touching their breasts or chest lmao. , they were just walking around the house and stumbled across their lover, laying and just doing her own stuff— Like, for us, its considered as our stress reliever and I can’t seem to get it off my head 🤣

You tried to relieve all your stress building inside you by touching yourself, imagining your two childhood friends touching you, kissing you, licking your body, breasts, and nipples. Thinking about the boys hours away from the meeting, you ran your hands down your belly. Your right forefinger touching your clitoris while the left forefinger goes deep inside you, pretending to be one of the twins’ penis.

What would their cock feel, surrounded by your soft, collapsing caves of flesh? You hate that your fingers aren't big enough, it’s too small unlike Venti’s. Though his hands are a bit calloused from constantly playing his guitar, you always love touching and tracing his fingers then to his knuckles, and you wonder what it would feel like if he inserts his digits in your sloppy and dripping cunt.

You shut your eyes tightly and moaned as you put in two fingers and spread your lips. You miss Venti. You miss Himmel. How long has it been since you’ve last seen them? The three of you were too busy with uni, unable to find the time to spend together, and the invitation to meet up together in your dorm brought a big smile to your face.

There are still two more hours left before they come knocking on your door. You want to take your time imagining them eating you out, fucking you, kissing you, and whispering in your ears how much they’ve missed holding you, their beloved and precious muse, lover, and friend. 

You moved your fingers to the rhythm, feeling the two inside get creamy as your clit began to become hard and red. 

“Hng… Venti~ Himmel— ah!” you gasped, the word nearly just a breath that they coaxed out of you with a sturdy thrust of their cocks. You envisioned Himmel looking down at you with lust in his eyes. A low, soft growl reverberated from his throat as he moved his lips to cover yours. He offered you a kiss, a gesture as sweet as him, and locked your tongue together with his.

Venti had a firm grasp on your hips and held you steady as he gave another thrust of his hips to reach deep inside you. Your moans were muffled by Himmel’s lips and it added another stimulation when Venti bit on your shoulder while he fucked you deeper and faster.

“Fuck… you’re… so tight…” He murmured against your skin while hugging you close to his chest. His fingers reached to your nipples to fiddle and pinch them. He loves to see every reaction he can get from you and he licked his lips seeing how red your face was with a little bit of drool coming from the corner of your mouth as you moaned and cried their names.

Himmel returned to trailing much softer bites around your neck and shoulders; shoving his dick profoundly until the tip reached deep inside your slick and clenching walls, then your words dissolved back into breathy and incohesive moans.

The rough pad of Venti’s fingers found your clit, and the moment he began to press rough— demanding circles into it— your mind went blank at the unusual euphoric happening to you all at once.

You angled your hips to directly press into his fingers and took more of Himmel’s cock in the process. The heat was coiling in your stomach, preparing itself to release a burst of pleasure, and you were almost there. 

Almost—

“Venti— Himmel… I-I’m coming…!”

And just like that, the hand on your clit and the cocks and fingers filling your holes disappeared. Both boys are gone, nowhere to be seen.

You wanted to cry. You were so close to your release. Your thighs shook with arousal, toes curling and uncurling as you lay there, deciding what to do. How long have you been touching yourself? 

You turned your head to face the alarm next to your bed. 

6:28 PM 

There’s still more time left before Venti and Himmel will come here. Might as well get yourself off and reach your own release. You placed your hand back to your wet pussy and in a few moments, you were back to the point of almost reaching the edge, almost finally reaching the orgasm that you’ve always wanted.

You murmured their names breathily, your face flushed red from the recent unwholesome thoughts of the twins while you raised your other free hand to cup your breast and rub your nipples with your thumb, pulling and squeezing them occasionally. You pressed your thighs together and buried your face on the pillow to muffle your moans, moving your fingers faster and deeper in your cunt.

As you get closer, you moaned their names again, not quite meaning to and not quite thinking about what it would do. You said it like a mantra, crying those two familiar names of the twins you’ve loved so much again and again and again so loudly each time it slipped from your mouth before losing the ability to speak and just focused on pumping one hand to brush your clit— fucking yourself with your fingers— and the other to knead your breasts. The dual sensation is enough to send you over the edge.

You arched your back tightly as you imagined both of them sucking your breasts hysterically as you came. Your entire body released in a flood of pent-up tension and arousal, your fingers still helping you through the aftershocks as your lips were parted a bit in a silent cry.

For a moment, you remained still with your eyes closed, just basking in the sensation. It felt so nice along with the rush of pleasure running throughout your body.

Your eyes jolted open when you hear a faint creaking of a door and muffled whispers. 

“T-that’s enough already! She’ll get mad at us for sure if she sees us!” Himmel whisper-yelled to his brother, his face painted with a tint of red as he pushed Venti to move.

“I was just making sure she’s fine! She wasn’t answering our calls, that's why we have to rush here to check up on her.” The other retorted back with a visage similar to the older twin. Both of them never expected to see you touching yourself, your slim body erotically exposed for their eyes and mind to drink in. It was clear as a day from all the things you’ve done to yourself as you panted and moaned their respective names.

They turned their head when the door to your room slammed open and both eyes went wide to see you standing there naked. No blanket nor clothes to cover your body. 

Himmel was the first one to speak, ready to apologize and explain everything.

“[N-Name], it’s not what it looks like! We were about to— hmph?!” 

Himmel felt his heart loudly pounding against his chest. The sudden sensation of your lips locked against his surely shocked him. You moved your lips in unfamiliar patterns he tried to mimic with his own. You felt the electricity pulsing through your veins. The kiss engulfed you both and you tightly clutched onto his shirt. As you leaned forward, you heard a small gasp from him as you slipped your tongue in his mouth to intertwine with his.

A surprising kiss from you, nonetheless he welcomed it. His shoulders relaxed and he reluctantly rested his hand on your back and the other to cup your cheek to pull you close to him. His thumb ran along the curve of your cheekbone and you nestled into his hand, feeling his warmth seep into yours. Your soft, round breasts were pressing against his lean body and he got himself lost to the feeling of your soft lips.

Breaking the kiss, a string of saliva was connected to yours and his lips and both of you panted heavily. You didn’t spare another glance to the older twin as you quickly stride to where Venti was standing and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. You tiptoed to reach his height to give him a passionate and sweet kiss.

Venti didn’t hesitate to return it. He brought his hands to the back of your neck while the other settled on your hips. You moved closer to him, feeling his warmth into yours.

Lips leaving yours, his breath was hot as his kisses trailed down your neck. His hands held your back, sucking your skin to create a mark, and you arched, begging for more.

“Mine,” he growled.

You dragged your nails down his back and tightly gripped on his clothing as you tilt your head to the side for him to gain more access and moan his name. Himmel, who was still half-fazed by your kiss, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before he walks behind you and copies what his brother is doing.

“I believe she’s ours, Venti.” The frail man corrected before gently grabbing your chin to face him and continue the kiss you’ve initiated on him. After a short session of marking and kissing you, they stopped and looked at you with a loving and longing gaze.

“Archons, we miss you so much, [Name]. You don’t know how much I’ve been wanting to hold you like this.” Venti nuzzled his face to your hair before giving a short yet sweet kiss on your temple.

“So am I. All these tests and research have been hindering us to meet you. I’m glad we’re finally done with them. It’s an absolute torture not being able to spend time together with you.” Sighed Himmel as he lovingly strokes your sides and gives a kiss to your cheek.

You giggled at the ticklish sensation of their lips, cuddling closer to them before leaving your own loving affection to them. 

“I missed you both so much,” You closed your eyes and rested your head against Venti’s chest to listen to the calming and rhythmic beat of his heart.

You felt a finger running along your thighs so sensually and you squeaked when a hand was stroking your pussy. You forgot you were completely naked in front of them. You gulped down your dry saliva, both in excitement and nervousness, and turned your head away from them, multiple fingers continuing to play and brush along your inner thighs and curves of your breasts. The slick on your legs messed with their digits but they paid no mind to it as their focus is completely fixed on you, too captivated and aroused by the sight of your nude form.

“So wet. Seems like we have to take care of our princess, brother.”

“You don’t have to say it out loud. You’re making her embarrassed.” The older twin scolded before turning to you and giving a sweet smile before he leaned down to whisper in your ears. His hot breath brings a rush of excitement and arousal through your nerves, you practically want them to fill your holes so madly, coat your body with their cum, and eat you out as they bury their head deeply between your legs.

“Just relax for us and we’ll handle this, okay?”

[anime-academix]

Scars

Headcanon

Characters: Midoriya, Todoroki, Aizawa, Shigaraki, Dabi

Midoriya:

You know how hard he trains to become the number one hero and you’re his number one supporter!

But because of that, he usually ends up hurt as a result

You’ve lectured him several times that he needs to be more careful when training

He tries, he truly does, but he gets so into becoming stronger, a lot of the times he slips up

Whenever you’re made aware that he’s injured and in the infirmary, you almost always see a new scar forming on his body

Everytime he sees you, he can’t help but be ashamed of himself for getting himself hurt yet again

He gets kind of insecure of all the scars he’s accumulated over his time at UA already

It happens when you two are hanging out--after a major injury on his arm from the fight at the training camp--that you see the sleeve covering his right arm

You can’t help but trace the sleeve on his arm

He takes notice to where your eyes are and shifts uncomfortably, holding his arm with his opposite hand as he looks down

“Can I see it?” You question and he’s taken aback.

He hesitantly nods and lifts his arms up ever so slightly toward you.

Delicately, you pull off the sleeve only to reveal a huge scar, purple in colour, starting from the top of his shoulder to the bottom of his elbow

He will be on the verge of tears because he thinks his scars are ugly

You’ll put his hand in yours and plant kisses on the huge scar gently and work your way around to kiss the other scars on his arms

This boy will straight up start crying, which may even lead you to tear up a bit

You’ll ask him why he’s crying and attempt to wipe away a few of his tears

“My scars are so hideous...and I j-just have so many of them and--”

“Izu, listen to me. Sure, I don’t like the fact that you have scars because it’s a reminder of how much you get hurt. But that doesn’t mean they're hideous. They’re beautiful. Yeah, it’s a reminder of pain, but it’s an even bigger reminder of your strength and bravery. And I am so proud of how far you’ve come. I know I can’t heal them like Recovery Girl, but I will kiss every single one of them everyday if I have to. I love them and I love you.”

Hugs the life out of you while crying into your chest, repeatedly telling you how much he loves you

Todoroki:

Ever since you and Todoroki started dating, you knew he was insecure about the scar on his face

He’s only insecure about it because of the memory attached to the scar and it brings him great pain

You were the only person he could trust enough to talk about his past and this insecurity

Whenever the two of you are together, you can’t help but occasionally steal glances at it

You don't stare at it in disgust, it reminds you of the stories he’s told you of his past and you can’t help but feel a slight pain in your heart when you think of everything he’s gone through but also awe at how much strength and courage he has

He’s truly brilliant

He catches you staring at him

“What're you thinking about?”

He will immediately catch on that you’re looking at his scar and will subtly look away

“You...Shouto, will you look at me?”

He’s taken aback but hesitantly turns to you, exposing his scar again

“Can I touch it? Your scar?”

Doesn’t know how to respond to this unexpected question but nods his head slightly.

Trusts you with his whole entire heart

Your hand cups the side of his face as your thumb softly caresses the bottom of his scar

Instantly melts into your soft hand, finds comfort in your touch

Eventually you’ll find yourself sitting on his lap with his arms wrapped around you and your hand cupping his face

“You’re beautiful.”

A small smile appears on his lips as he looks up at you

“And your scar is beautiful” You added, pressing a soft kiss on his scar

The kiss will cause his cheeks to heat up which leads him to hug you tightly, his head against your chest.

“Thank you...I love you.”

“I love you too, Shouto.”

Aizawa:

It doesn’t bother him that much that he has an obvious scar under his right eye so he doesn’t think about it too much

He doesn’t think about it until he’s with you

But, it’s not a bad thing at all!

You’re a very affectionate person, especially when the two of you are alone

So when he comes home from doing hero work and/or teaching, he can almost always expect to come back to cuddles and kisses

It happens when the two of you are cuddling that you’re pressing kisses on him but stop when you get to his scar

Aizawa LOVES when you kiss his scar

No matter how many times you do, each time is always so special

You’ll trace his scar with the pads of your fingertips while his arms rest lazily around you

Your soft caresses are honestly enough to make him drowsy as his eyes close

You run your other hand through his long black hair, humming softly

A few soft kisses are placed on his scar

That’ll earn you a small smile from him as he opens his eyes

Will begin peppering soft kisses around your neck which will cause you to move your other hand and place it in his hair

He’ll remove his lips from your neck before passionately pressing them against your own lips

A hum of satisfaction will be heard from the two of you

You both adore these moments with each other. When the two of you are close, intimate, vulnerable but in each other’s arms. The moments where you both give and receive confirmation that you love and adore every single part of each other

Shigaraki:

Extremely shy when it comes to physical intimacy/affection

You're almost always the one to initiate it

Because you’re immune to his quirk, it’s a relief to him that he can touch you without having to worry about you turning into dust in his hands--that is WHEN he decides to be bold enough to touch you

Didn’t really care about his scars until you came into his life and he became self conscious about it

He honestly thought you’d think his scars were ugly so he would try to avoid moments of vulnerability with you

But you though the complete opposite

You can honestly see right through him

Happens when he gets severely injured after a failed mission that you have to patch him up

Kurogiri will bring him to your room where he’s in pretty bad shape

When it’s just the two of you, he’ll remove all of the hands from his body

Despite his injuries, he’s INSANELY nervous to be this vulnerable around you

No matter how many times you’ve seen him without the hands, he still gets anxious

Freaks out a little when you sit beside him to tend to his wounds

Becomes even more self conscious showing the scars on his face, especially the ones on his lips. He will shake his hair slightly to cover his face

At this point, you’re a little fed up with your own boyfriend avoiding you constantly

“Tenko…will you please look at me?”

The use of his real name will catch him COMPLETELY off guard 

Can’t help but turn to look at you, his head slightly tilted down

You’ll cup his face in your hands

“Will you stop hiding from me?”

“I have to...I need to.”

“No you don’t. Why are you saying that?”

“Because...I’m...not...I’m not attractive enough for you.”

“What? That’s bullshit. Why would you think that, my love? You’re beautiful, even more than that.”

Stares up at you, would honestly want to cry right then and there at your words

He was always so used to people calling him horrifying because of his skin and scars, therefore he became disinterested at what others thought of his looks because it was always the same. That is, until he met you

You’ll kiss the scar above and below his lips softly. You’ll brush the hair out of his face and place soft kisses on his cheek and below his eye

He didn’t mean for it to happen, but he’ll actually start crying. He will wrap his arms around your waist softly, moving his head to rest on your shoulder.

You'll wrap your arms around him, running your fingers through his hair softly as he sobs quietly

“Shh...I’m here. You’re safe.”

It was then he would know that no matter how many scars he had, you would love him and all of his imperfections

He would genuinely feel loved by you, a feeling he was not familiar with

Dabi:

I mean, Dabi’s scars are more than quite obvious (due to...A+ parenting, thank Endeavour!)

He honestly tries to act all tough, like his scars don’t bother him and pays no attention to it

Happens when he exits the bathroom from showering, shirtless and wearing a pair of sweatpants

He won’t say it aloud but you’ve observed that he’s more comfortable showing the entirety of his scars around you

You’ll wrap your arms around him from behind and begin kissing his scarred shoulder

Will genuinely think that you’re just being a little frisky, but that thought will be put to bed when you whisper that you think he’s beautiful

This will catch him entirely off guard

He’s never been called beautiful before

Turns around and looks down at you with soft eyes

“What are you talking about?” Will honestly try to laugh it off and pretend like it doesn’t mean everything to him that you just told him that

But you can read him almost too well so you know that actually has an affect on him

You’ll smile and gently cup the side of his face

You won’t say anything but kiss the scars on his face

He’ll roll his eyes, but you both know that he secretly loves your touches on his scars

[jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels]

Live Wire

A/N and Warnings: Smut, Language and mentions of alcohol. 18+

There he was, in all his glory, with his black hair matted to his sweat covered skin. Nikki fucking Sixx. Notorious rockstar. My boyfriend. And a great performer. So we’re Vince, Mick and Tommy. But Nikki knew how to read the crowd. He got them going. Even this far into a show. 

But tonight instead of looking at me, just off stage, when the band played ‘Without You’, he was focused on some girl in the crowed. Again. Winking and smiling at her as she flashed her barely covered tits. He usually looked for me during that song. Although, he had done this a couple of time over the tour, the one he insisted I come on. Both occasions had ended up with us fighting, then not being able to keep our hands off one another. He’d apologize and say it wouldn’t happen again. But here we were. 

Nikki and I had a relationship that some might consider volatile. We thought of it as intense and passionate. He liked that I could match him wit for wit. We fed off each other like fire and gasoline. There wasn’t much he could throw at me that I couldn’t catch and give right back. 

And I don’t like to share. 

As for tonight, I was done. I wouldn’t accept his apology. He was going to find out just how pissed I was. I knew jealousy was a useless emotion especially, when dating a rockstar. But it constantly reared it’s ugly head. 

I turned on my heels and all but stomped back to the dressing room, pushing past roadies and anyone else that got in my way. I knew the set list by heart now. Two more songs and an encore. Which only gave me time to stew in my anger and annoyance. 

I stormed into the dressing room, slamming the door behind me before I began to pace. Muttering and cursing under my breath. 

How could he do this again? But why was I so mad? He hadn’t touched her, but that was my song. 

I was seething. My blood was boiling in my veins. White hot anger was feeding off the jealousy. Anger was easy for me. 

By the time the show was over, I was sitting on the sofa, waiting. I stared at the door, wishing my gaze could burn a hole through it. 

Tommy was the first one in, as he basically kicking the door open. His adrenaline was running high. 

“Wooooo!” He yelled as he made his way over and tried to embrace me “awesome show huh, y/n?” 

“Ew, get away” I said shoving at his sweat and liquor coated bare chest, making him laugh before he took a seat in another chair. He always acted like a over grown, overly enthusiastic puppy waiting for you to throw a stick or give him belly rubs. 

Vince was close behind Tommy as he made his way to the table in front of me, grabbing one of the many drinks that littered its surface. 

“Great show” I said as he looked up at me, giving me a smile and wink. He liked to rest his voice after a show, not that the smoking and drinking helped. But whatever. 

Mick took a seat next to me, I could see the pain written on his face. His body slowly relaxing into the worn out furniture. 

“Another great show Mick” I said turning to smile at him. Keeping up the nice act until I could rip into Nikki.

He reached up an patted my cheek as he replied “thanks doll”. 

“What? Don’t I get any praise?” Nikki said as he sauntered into the room. I leveled my gaze at him. The cocky smirk that I loved plastered on his handsome face. 

I crossed my arms over my chest as I narrowed my eyes. Not saying a word. 

“Bbbbrrrrrr” Tommy said, faking a shiver “I just caught a chill!” He looked at Vince who tried to hide his laughter. 

“Then put some clothes on asshole” Nikki snapped at him before turning his attention back to me. The two of us staring one another down. Neither of us willing to break. 

“Not this shit again” Mick groaned as he stood. He mulled over the bottles on the table, picking one up, he checked it out as he spoke “go easy on him doll, we still need him for the remaining shows.” With that he made his way out of the room, heading to the limo I assumed. 

“I thought you said she wasn’t gonna be a problem, dude” Tommy chimed in again. I turned my gaze to him, making him squirm uncomfortably as I stared daggers at the nearly naked man. 

“Uuuhhh, yup” Tommy mummbled as he hopped up, grabbed a couple of bottles and bolted out into the hall. Vince followed suit, shaking his head and rolling his eyes as he shut the door. 

“I didn’t think you would be a problem.” Nikki said, his gaze never leaving my face. 

“I am not the problem here, Nikki. You and your roving eyes are” I said through gritted teeth, my fists clenching. Jealousy biting at me again. Groupies were everywhere, hiding under vehicles and even breaking into hotel rooms. I’d had my fair share of fights with them. 

“Looking ain’t touching, sweetheart” he said, the smirk returning to his lips. As much as I loved it, I also wanted to slap it right off his face. I hated the truth behind his statement, but I knew if I looked he’d kill the guy. So turn about is fair play. 

“You asked me to come with you, remember?” I asked, getting to my feet “Why was that? To warm your bed on nights you couldn’t find it elsewhere? Are you trying to make mad?”

“Oh, baby, I could always find it” he replied, taking a few steps closer toward the table that separated us. My anger flared, it took all my will power not to shove the table and all its contents at him. Instead I made my way around and stopped right in front of him. I craned my neck to look him in the eyes, he towered above me. 

“Then why the hell am I still here? If you’d rather have some groupie slut, I won’t stand in your way” I spat, my temper rising. 

“You love it. You love the scene. That’s why you’re still here.” He said, leaning his face closer to mine before whispering “that and the fact that you can’t get enough of me.”

Before I could stop myself, my hand is flying toward his face. A moment before it made contact with his cheek, he swiftly caught my wrist. Anger was getting the best of me. 

“You’re a dick!” I yelled. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. 

A deviously, amused look crossed his face “I’ll show you dick” he said as he crashed his lips into mine. My body, reacted as it always did when he touched me, but my mind wouldn’t allow this. I shoved at his chest “no Nikki, sex and apologizes won’t work this time!”

“I haven’t apologized” he said lowly before kissing me again. His hand pushing and tugging at my tube top, until it was at my waist. 

“You asshole” I said against his lips. He felt so good, his lips, his hands, his body. My resolve was breaking. My fingers dug into his sweaty hair, causing him to groan. He loved having his hair pulled. 

He began to walk me backwards, and towards the sagging sofa I had only just left. 

“Not the couch” I said half heartedly. Pulling his ripped up shirt over his head, and throwing it across the room as if it were on fire. 

“Alright” he laughed. He squatted and hooked his hands under my bare thighs, lifting me off the ground and pressed me against the wall. I wrapped my legs around his waist as my skirt rode up, his leather clad stiffness pressed against my naked core.

“Look at you...no panties” he tsked, grinding into me, his hand wrapping loosely around my throat “and you talk shit about groupies.”

“Shut up” I whimpered, my own hand wrapping around his wrist, pressing his hand harder into my throat. He leaned down, reaching to take one of my nipples in his mouth. He grazed his teeth over the sensitive nub as I withered under his touch. My nails bit into the bare flesh of his back, causing his own moan to fall from his sinful lips.

“Told you you can’t get enough” he whispered as one of his hands slipped between us, unlacing his pants. 

“Never” I panted before kissing him again. 

Nikki struggled to push his pants down, but as soon as he shoved them low enough, he slammed into me, causing me screamed in pleasure. Wrecking me completely. He pounded into me over and over again, at a brutal pace. 

“More” I begged. “Harder.” Getting louder with each stroke. 

Nikki began to bite my neck, speaking between bites, he said “I’m gonna...let everyone...know who owns...you”. His hand wrapped around my hair, pulling my head, exposes freshly healed skin from our last makeup session. 

“If you own me” I moaned “then I own you.” I bit his neck hard, making him hiss. My fingers ranked against his scalp, jerking his head to the side as my teeth sank into his skin. His scent and salty, sweaty taste filled my senses. He was my favorite vice. 

“Yes” he groaned, his strokes becoming quicker, his breathing faster. He was getting close. He slipped a hand between us again, this time his skilled fingers found my clit as he began to rub circles over the swollen, sensitive crux. His other hand digging into my thigh so harshly I knew there’s be bruises. Only adding to the collection. 

“Why do you want groupies Nikki” I breathed, squeezing myself around him, causing his eyes to flutter for a moment  “when I know what you like?”

“Yeah...you do baby” he said. He could read me too. His beautiful green eyes seemed to glow as he slowly raked them over my face. His bare chest firmly against mine, keeping me pinned to the wall. 

Suddenly his lips were on mine, with bruising force, as his fingers worked my clit harder. I cried out louder, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. 

“Come with me baby” he commanded in my ear. 

The two of us breathing heavily as we hurtled towards the edge. I went over first, calling out his name, and he quickly followed. Our moans, screams and the sound leather against skin were followed by our panting and huffing to catch our breath. My head lulled back against the wall with a soft thud as his fell to my shoulder, my hand tangling itself in his hair again, the other tracing shapes over his shoulder. 

“Sorry baby” he said quietly against my skin before placing a few sloppy kisses across my shoulder and neck. 

“I’m sorry I tried to slap you” I hum, kissing the cheek that nearly caught my fury. “But I have to know, you are trying to make me jealous, aren’t you?” I ask.

He slowly pulls out of me, leaving me with a hollow feeling as he gently let me down to the floor. I felt the mixture of our hot climax slowly slide down my shaking legs. I shimmy my skirt down and pulled my tube top into place before looking back up at him. 

“Yeah. I am” he said, mischief painting his face, as he finished tucking himself in this leather pants. 

“You’re such a jerk” I said swatting at him “what the hell for?”

He laughed as he blocked my playful assault “Hey, hey! What about being sorry for trying to hit me?”

“Like I’m hurting you” I laugh. “So why?”

“You like it rougher when your jealous and mad. I was thinking about this the entire show. I knew you’d be getting riled up, I wanted to bend you over the sofa the minute I walking into the room. Seeing how angry you were, just thinking about it...so hot baby. Shit, last time I thought you were going to pass out, but you begged me to choke you harder.” He admits. 

“So the other times? You did it to get a rise out of me then too?” I asked, my arms crossing over my chest. 

“Yup” he replied, before he turned to the table to grab each of us a beer. 

“That wasn’t even that rough for us Nikki” I quipped. 

He chuckled as he turned back to me, “No, but check out your neck and I think you may have drawn some blood” he said reaching a hand around to touch his back. 

“I’ll say it again, you’re a dick” I replied shaking my head, taking the beer from him. But I couldn’t help but smile. 

“You love it” he growled, his arm snaking around my waist before he kissed me. 

“Well, now what will you do, since you’ve confessed your little game to me and all?” I asked looking up at him.

“Oh, I’ll come up with another game” he mused, that sexy and sometimes infuriating smirk returning to his lips. 

“I’ll be waiting” I replied, cocking a brow at him. 

“And you’re here because I want you here, you’re important to me.” He said gently, looking into my eyes, a soft genuine smile playing on hip swollen lips. This was a side of him I didn’t see often. I was used to the cocky rockstar, but this side of him is what melted my heart. The sweet and loving man he kept hidden, he was the one that asked me on the tour. How could I deny him? 

“Turning soft on me now, Sixx?” I asked, smiling up at him.

“Never” he said, and just like that, the tenderness was hidden again. His hand came down swift and hard on my ass, making me yelp. 

“Ow! Fuck!” I whined. Rubbing my hand over the spot he’d just smacked. 

“We already did” he quipped as he pulled me closer to him. “And I plan on doing it again” he whispered lowly as he leaned into my ear before nipping at my skin “soon”.

Suddenly there was a pounding at the door followed by Micks muffled voice, “if the two of you are done with your weird sex ritual, can you get out to the limo? We have some partying to do.”

We both fell into laughter as we headed out the door. 

@niksixx how’d I do? lol

[jeonsjiddies]

Practice Makes Perfect  (m)| jjk

summary- your best friend jungkook offers to teach you about sex and practice with you

rating- explicit / 18+

word count-  4086

pairing- jungkook x reader

genre- smut

Warnings- loss of virginity, some dirty talk

a/n- any feedback is appreciated :)

You loved the sound of the rain drumming steadily against your windowsill. You loved the calm, easy feeling that washed over you when it rained. You loved the lazy stillness, the cool breeze. You loved when it rained. You also loved how every time it rained, your best friend Jungkook found himself sprawled across your couch, skillfully tossing popcorn into his mouth while he picked a movie for the both of you to watch. 

His black t-shirt had ridden up on his stomach, revealing a small patch of tanned skin. Your eyes lingered a split second too long. Shaking your head, you shoved his legs out of the way to sit beside him. Jungkook huffed, moving to the side for a moment before laying his legs across your own.

“What are we watching?” you questioned, glancing from your best friend’s handsome face to the TV, willing a flush not to creep up your skin at the physical contact.

“I don’t know, it just looked cool.” he admitted, pressing play.

“Promising.” you scoffed but sent him a playful smile. 

His large hand reached over to poke your side, and you giggled, wriggling away from his touch. He smiled to himself before turning his attention to the TV. The movie started off okay, it seemed to be mostly action, two undercover cops who didn’t like each other forced on a mission together. They were playing the role of a couple, much to their chagrin, in order to infiltrate a drug ring and take it down. 

Action movies weren’t usually your thing, you only watched to please your best friend, but this one had you on the edge of your seat. Clearly, the two cops were starting to develop feelings for each other, being around each other all the time and bonding over the dangerous situations they’d been in and escaped. In typical movie fashion, when they’d gone to rent a hotel room for the night, the hotel only had single beds available. 

The male cop offered to take the floor, but the female rolled her eyes and they ended up sharing the bed. One thing led to another, and soon they were kissing. You glanced at Jungkook discreetly, checking to see if he was as uncomfortable as you were beginning to be as the scene heated up and clothes started disappearing. 

“Can you fast forward or something?” you asked quietly, hiding your face, except for your eyes,  behind a throw pillow.

“Why? This is hot.” he grinned.

“Jungkook.” you whined. 

Jungkook pressed pause and looked at you curiously for a moment. You felt warm under his scrutiny and pulled the pillow up to cover your whole face. Jungkook laughed and tore your safety net from your grasp, watching you carefully.

“Why are you so weird about sex scenes?” he asked.

“I’m not.” you defended yourself, “this one is just getting a little risque.” 

“You can’t even see anything they’re under the blankets.” he laughed. “Are you this weird when you have sex?”

A squeak left your lips and your eyes widened, staring at him after his bold question.

“I am not discussing my sex life with you.” you hissed, your entire face heating up. Or lack thereof…

“When was the last time you got laid, Y/N? You’re wound tighter than one of those wind up dolls.” he chuckled.

You mumbled under your breath and looked away, unable to hold his gaze as your embarrassment flooded your cheeks.

“I can’t hear you.” he said.

“I haven’t! Okay! Just drop it, Jungkook!” you whined.

“You’ve never had sex?! Like on purpose?” he gasped. 

“No one wants to.” you lied.

“That’s bullshit, I can name at least six guys I know who want to get in your pants.” he threw back at you.

“Six?” you repeated, eyes wide.

“Off the top of my head, yeah.” he supplied.

“I don’t know, Jungkook, I just… It’s embarrassing. I don’t know what I’m doing and when is the last time you heard of a 20-something virgin?” you groaned, head in hands.

“So you’re rejecting guys who want to sleep with you because you’re embarrassed about being inexperienced?” he confirmed.

“I guess? I just don’t want to do something wrong and look stupid.” you sighed. “Can we please stop talking about this?”

You glanced over at your best friend, who looked both amused and also contemplative. He sat up and removed his legs from your lap, turning to face you.

“What if you could practice? Without feeling judged?” he asked, eyes watching you carefully.

“How? Hire an escort or something?” you rolled your eyes.

“Practice with me. Let me teach you the basics, so when you meet someone, you’ll be ready.” he offered, tongue darting out to wet his reddened bottom lip.

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the movement of his tongue for a moment too long before you met his eyes, a frown on your face.

“What?!” you asked, incredulous. 

You couldn’t deny the stirring in your belly at his words though. You’d had a crush on Jungkook since the first day you’d met two years ago. He was incredibly hot and you often wondered what he was doing hanging out with you. Girls were constantly all over him, you were sure he knew exactly what he was doing. He would be the perfect teacher…

“Come on, Y/N. It would solve your problem! No strings attached, just learning how guys work and what we like, and what you like. You trust me, right?” his doe eyes looked into yours.

“Well, yes…” you spoke softly.

“Let me help you.” he smiled sincerely.

“What if I’m bad at it?” you mumbled.

“You gotta start somewhere. I’ll show you what to do. Plus, I can make you feel really good and relieve some of that tension you’ve got built up.” his tone turned teasing, voice low and husky. 

Jungkook didn’t miss the way you squirmed in your seat, thighs pressing together. He smirked and scooted closer to you, one hand finding its way to cup your cheek and turn your head to look him in the eye.

“What do you say? You wanna do this?” he asked softly, eyes searching yours while his thumb brushed softly along your bottom lip. 

Instinctively, your mouth parted, sucking in a shaky breath. You nodded, eyes locked with his as your heart thundered dangerously in your chest. Jungkook smiled. The butterflies in your stomach were swarming rampant at the look in his eyes. You’d never seen Jungkook look at you like that. Like he wanted you.

His lips found yours tentatively. He was cautious to read your signals, make sure you were okay with each new move he made. His lips were soft, plump, and the pressure against your own felt heavenly. You couldn’t count on all fingers and toes how many times you’d daydreamed about kissing Jungkook. You never thought it would actually happen.

Jungkook went slow, giving you time to adjust to everything. His hand cupped your cheek and angled your head so you were more exposed to him. His tongue slowly licked a stripe along your bottom lip, and you shook with nerves but parted your lips for him. Jungkook deepened the kiss, his tongue dancing with yours as he inched himself closer. Your body relaxed more the longer you kissed him. He didn’t rush you, just enjoyed the way you tasted.

Shaky hands lifted from your sides and you let your fingers run through his hair, nails grazing slightly, causing a shiver to erupt from Jungkook. Fearing you’d hurt him, you pulled back, hands dropping to your sides as your mouths separated.

“I’m sorry!” you began, but Jungkook just laughed.

“Don’t be. That felt good.” he explained, then smirked “would feel even better if you tugged on it a bit. Don’t be afraid.” 

You bit your lip nervously and nodded, reaching up to his ridiculously soft locks and giving them a gentle tug. Jungkook groaned, reattaching his lips to yours. His kisses soon got more urgent, though he made sure not to push you too far too fast. Jungkook’s kisses were equal parts passion, technique, and absolute magic. He lit a fire inside your chest, among other areas, that had long been dormant. Of course, you’d been turned on before, using thoughts of Jungkook to work yourself to release in the loneliness of the night, but this… this was different. He consumed you. He was all you could think about, how his lips felt, how his hands felt, rubbing and gripping at your hips. 

You needed more. You didn’t care how desperate it made you seem, you pulled away from him. A soft whine left his lips in protest when your lips left his. 

“You okay?” he asked, pupils blown but eyes laced with concern. 

His hair was a mess after you’d run your fingers through it and pulled in different directions. He looked edible. You nodded, smiling.

“It’s a little cramped on the couch, can we go to the bedroom?” you asked, looking up at him through your lashes. 

His eyes darkened, seemingly catching on to your ulterior motive. Without warning, his strong arms circled your frame and pulled you up into his embrace as he carried you to your room. You couldn’t help the fit of giggles, whether it was nerves or the ridiculousness of the situation. Jungkook chuckled along with you, a genuine smile finding its way on his face as his eyes sparkled. You used both hands to cup his bicep.

“Damn, Jeon. When did you get so buff?” you joked.

“I’ve been buff, Y/L/N. Where have you been?” he laughed, tossing you gently on your bed and hovering over you.

“Apparently not paying enough attention.” you joked, before turning serious as he lifted his shirt from his body, tossing it aside. “Fuck.”

You’d seen Jungkook shirtless before, of course. You’d been friends for two years. It felt different this time. More intimate. You could let your eyes roam and didn’t have to pretend you didn’t notice how devastatingly sexy his body was. 

“Can I… can I touch you?” you asked quietly.

Jungkook smiled, taking your hand and placing it on his chest, urging you to explore his body. You let your hands wander over his skin, seeming to burn you in the best way with each new inch you discovered. Your fingers brushed tenderly over his collarbones, trailing down over his pecs, perfectly defined. Your fingers brushed over his nipple and he let out a low groan. ]

You dared not meet his gaze, lest you lose your nerve to keep going.Your touch traveled across his abs, fingers tracing the lines one by one. Feeling the heat of his skin under your touch, finally getting to see his beauty up close, had your mouth watering. Jungkook watched you quietly, letting you memorize his body at your own pace, though holding back was becoming increasingly difficult for the man on top of you. 

This was evident when your fingers dipped below the elastic of his sweats, so close to where he wanted your touch, but not close enough. His abdomen clenched, and your gaze traveled to the tent in his sweats. He was big, which you weren’t surprised about. You could tell even from his clothed state, but you wanted to see. You slowly tugged the fabric down, giving him time to back out if he wanted to. You pulled his sweats and boxers down just enough to let his rock hard member spring free and rest against his stomach. 

His cock was pretty. That was the only way you could describe it. It was perfect to you. It was long and thick and curved, thick veins decorating the otherwise smooth skin. The tip was round, shiny with precum. You leaned down and licked the precum off of his tip, savoring the taste. Jungkook groaned, torn between closing his eyes and watching you. This was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. You seemed innocent at first but now he decided that was just curiosity, because the hunger in your eyes when you looked up at him was anything but innocent. 

“I want to blow you.” you admitted, nipping at your bottom lip nervously. “I know I’m not supposed to use teeth, but if I do something wrong, you’ll tell me?”

Jungkook nodded enthusiastically. 

You slowly sunk your mouth on his erection, careful not to let your teeth touch him. You thought back to all the dirty fanfics you’d read, and decided that knowledge was better than nothing. He’d stop you if you did something he didn’t like. Tentatively, you hollowed your cheeks, sucking gently. Jungkook moaned blissfully from above you, and  you hummed appreciatively, the vibrations adding to the pleasure he felt. You began to move your head, bobbing up and down slowly, letting your tongue circle the tip each time you pulled back. Jungkook seemed to like this, his hips bucking every time you did it.

Testing how much you could take, you moved your head closer to his body, taking more of his cock in your mouth. You thought you’d immediately gag and give up, but determination to prove yourself flooded your veins and you relaxed your throat, allowing him to hit the back of it.

“Shit. Y/N if you keep doing that I’m gonna come.” he breathlessly warned you. 

Pride filled your chest and you doubled down on your efforts, reaching up to stroke the parts you couldn’t fit in your mouth. Deepthroating his length, you swallowed around him. He tried to pull back, mumbling “fuck fuck fuck” as his he was brought to the edge. You didn’t let him go, only swallowed again. Soon, he was spilling into your mouth, and you kept sucking until he gently pulled himself from your mouth. You swallowed the remaining cum and licked your lips slowly. 

“Holy shit, Y/N. Are you sure you’ve never done that before?” he asked, eyes wide.

“Does that mean I did a good job?” you questioned, suddenly a little shy.

“You did fucking amazing.” he laughed, kissing your forehead.

Redness filled your cheeks at his praise. Before you could process the emotions fluttering in your chest, Jungkook pushed you back against your pillows, body hovering over yours. He lifted your shirt up, and you helped him get it off, and you thanked the stars above you’d bought a new bra the previous week instead of wearing the old ratty one. Instead, it was red and lacy and perfect for the occasion.

“You’re so beautiful.” he cooed, lips coming down to press against the skin of your neck.

He left budding bruises in his wake, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin. Your whole body tingled with excitement. Deft hands undid your bra and tossed it aside.  Jungkook licked his lips, eyes trained on your breasts on display for him. You wanted to cover yourself before he leaned down and brought one nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking on the hardened nub. Arousal shot through your body, and you could feel yourself getting wetter with his actions. 

“Fuck.” you breathed, closing your eyes and reveling in the way his tongue felt against your breast.

His large hand kneaded the other before he switched, sucking and nipping at the neglected breast. Your back arched off the bed, it felt so good. Why had you never done this before? Damn insecurities. You probably should’ve felt insecure in that moment but you couldn’t focus on anything but Jungkook and the way his mouth sent electric currents through your body. 

He started moving lower and your breathing got heavier the closer he got to your clothed core. You were almost dizzy by the time he reached the button of your jean shorts, popping it open with ease and sliding the material off of your legs, along with your panties. Instinctively, your hands shot down to cover yourself from his view. Jungkook pushed himself up on his elbows to meet your eyes, gently placing his hands over yours.

“You trust me, right?” he questioned, eyes searching yours.

You bit your lip, holding his gaze before slowly nodding. 

“If this is too much for you, you don’t have to go through with it.” he told you softly, “you never have to do anything you don’t want to. That being said, I would love to eat that pretty pussy of yours, Y/N. I’ll make you feel so good. I’ll take good care of you.” his voice turned into a purr. 

“I… I want it.” you confirmed, your core tingling at his tone as you removed your hands but kept your legs pressed together.

“That’s my girl.” he grinned proudly, and moved farther down, beginning to kiss up your legs. 

You watched his slow assault, slowly making his way closer to the apex of your thighs. He looked up into your eyes for a moment before spreading your legs apart, effectively putting you on full display for him. Heat rushed up to your cheeks and you looked away, closing your eyes tightly.

“Fuck. You have the prettiest little cunt I’ve ever seen.” Jungkook praised. 

You dared opening one eye and glancing down at the boy between your thighs, seeing him lick his lips hungrily before letting his tongue lick a thick stripe up along your slit. You gasped, eyes flying open. 

“You’re so wet already.” he noticed, pleased with himself. “Mmm… you like the way my mouth feels on you?” he smirked. 

“Yes.” you answered, surprised how confident you sounded when your body was shaking. 

Jungkook smiled and wrapped his lips around your clit, causing you to gasp and arch your back off the bed. Distracting you with the blazing trail of his tongue, he slipped one finger inside your wet heat, curling it right where you needed it. You couldn’t stop the moans from leaving your lips, a constant stream of “oh-ah jungkoo-fuck!” 

Jungkook chuckled from his position nestled between your legs, the vibrations sending shock waves through your heat, and soon that familiar feeling started in your core, only much better. Jungkook got you to the edge faster and more intensely than you’d ever done to yourself. He added a second finger, stretching you. The burn didn’t even hurt, the ridges of his knuckles brushing up against your walls was delicious torture. Soon, a third was added, and you couldn’t control yourself anymore.

“Oh-OH!” you cried out as your orgasm crashed over you in waves, Jungkook fucked you through it with his fingers and tongue until you fell limp on the bed.

He slowly removed his fingers from inside you and crawled up your body to kiss you, your juices dripping off his chin. 

“How do you feel?” he asked, moving his kisses to your jaw.

“Weightless.” you answered honestly.

“Mmm.. that good, eh?” he smirked against your skin.

“Don’t be cocky, Jeon.” you giggled.

“Speaking of cocks…” he brought your attention down to his, standing at attention once again, “I would really like mine to be inside you… if you’re ready.”

“I’m ready.” you told him, no trace of doubt in your voice.

If there was anyone you trusted to be your first, it was Jungkook. You wanted him. Jungkook kissed your lips quickly before reaching for his discarded clothes, pulling out his wallet and extracting a condom from it. 

“Do you want to put it on? To practice?” he asked.

You nodded, sitting up and taking the condom from his hands. You tore the package open and glanced at Jungkook for further directions.

“Okay, so you want to pinch the tip of it between your thumb and pointer finger, make sure there’s no air so it doesn’t split. Then you roll it on, but keep the tip in your fingers until you’re done. Okay?” he checked to make sure you were okay with the task.

You did as instructed, pinching the tip and placing it on his cock, slowly rolling it down the length of him. Jungkook sucked in a breath at the feeling of your fingers brushing against his throbbing cock, watching your every move with rapt attention. When you couldn’t roll it anymore, you looked up at him for confirmation. 

“Good job baby girl.” he smiled, placing an encouraging kiss on your cheek.

Something about the nickname stirred at your heart, but you didn’t have time to focus on it before his lips met yours again.

“You sure you’re ready?” he checked again, aligned with your entrance, waiting.

“Yes. Please fuck me, Jungkook.” you whispered, breathy and low. 

Everything in him wanted to just plunge right into you at the way you were looking at him, but he took his time, slowly easing his length into your heat and watching your face to make sure you weren’t in too much pain. The stretch burned a little, but his lips came down to suck on your neck in a distraction. He stilled inside of you, allowing you to adjust to his size. Once the burning subsided, you gave him the OK to move.

He slowly pulled out of you before thrusting back in, going slow at first before gaining a little momentum once he knew you could handle it. He found a delicious rhythm, hitting that spot inside of you that drove you crazy with each new thrust. And here you thought his tongue inside of you had felt good, but this was so much better. You couldn’t stop his name from leaving your lips, loud moans from escaping. These eventually morphed into screams of his name. You were losing your mind underneath him. 

Your nails scratched down his toned back, and this spurred him on, picking up the pace, and bringing one hand between your bodies to circle your clit. You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, your whole body was in a blissful state. Jungkook felt so good inside of you that you didn’t ever want to stop. You couldn’t help rocking your hips up to meet his thrusts, which he seemed to enjoy. You tugged on his hair, knowing he’d mentioned he liked that, and his low moans turned into more of a growl as he pounded into your pussy, giving everything he had to bring you closer to the edge. 

The mix of his merciless thrusts and the circular motions of his fingers on your sensitive mound had your head spinning, and you groaned out that you were almost there. 

“Cum for me baby. Cum on my cock.” He encouraged, struggling to keep his own release back, determined to make you cum first. 

At his words, your vision went blurry, you saw stars, your body felt like it was flying, time stopped moving as your release completely consumed you. You were lost, euphoric. Your orgasm was more intense than any other you’d had, and your core tightening around Jungkook sent him over the edge too, both of you riding out your highs together. Jungkook looked so fucking beautiful when he came, mouth parted, eyes closed, and the moans coming from him nearly had you on edge again. He looked like he couldn’t possibly be real. He was too gorgeous, sweat slicked skin glistening with the light that shone on you both from your ceiling. Coming down, Jungkook began to slow his thrusts, eventually stilling inside you.

He slowly removed himself and discarded the condom, and you whined at the empty feeling. You felt completely boneless in the best possible way. Jungkook crawled back up next to you, one hand on your stomach, rubbing soft circles into the skin there. 

“You okay?” He asked, breathing just as ragged as your own. 

“I have never felt better in my life.” You sighed happily, “I shouldn’t have waited so long to do this.”

Jungkook laughed, a deep genuine belly laugh that shook his body. He shook his head but continued to smile fondly at you.

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.” He smirked “I know I did.”

“Mmm.. I’m not ready for this to be over..” you admitted, teetering on the edge of unconsciousness as your eyelids drooped from drowsiness. 

“Oh, we're not done yet. I have plenty more to teach you.” He purred into your ear. 

You shivered but snuggled up to your best friend with a content nod. 

“Well, practice makes perfect.”

[damnedparker]

between stars and sleep

pairing: din djarin x f!reader (no y/n)

warnings: helmetless, sleepy din that will make your heart ache. this is just fluff

summary: a tender moment between you and your mandalorian.

also posted on ao3

“Why are you still up?” The combination of Din’s voice breaking the stark quiet of the Razor Crest and his hand landing on your shoulder made you jump. It was late – or, at least, late for the last planet’s cycles you had gotten used to. The ship was on autopilot and Din had suggested you both get some sleep, as the commute was quite long. The problem was, you couldn’t. Your brain just couldn’t quiet down enough for you to slip away from consciousness, meanwhile Din had passed out as soon as he hit the sorry excuse for a mattress in his living quarters. You didn’t want to bother him, especially since the Mandalorian doesn’t get many chances to take a long, uninterrupted rest these days between jobs and the kid. You had decided to stargaze in the cockpit instead, entertaining yourself by finally sewing up a hole in one of your old tunics.

“Couldn’t sleep,” you replied, passing the needle through the worn fabric and tugging to continue closing the rip. “Sorry if I woke you.” You glanced over at your Mandalorian, shed of the beskar, including his helmet. His hair was mussed from sleep, curling around the nape of his neck and his ears. He still had that sleepy look in his eyes, leaning forward against the back of the co-pilots chair you were curled up in, bare legs hidden under one of his old capes as a makeshift blanket. For nights like these, where you didn’t have to worry about waking up at a moment’s notice, you only slept in an old shirt. It may have been cold in space on the Crest, but Din was like a human radiator and kept you warm.

“You didn’t. I just woke up and you were gone,” he placed a kiss on the top of your head before resting his chin there. There was a beat of silence before he continued. “I missed you.”

“I’ve only been out here for an hour.”

“Tell me about it,” he teased. A breathy chuckle escaped your lips. You liked when Din made light-hearted jokes around you. It was cute, and it meant he was comfortable, which made your heart sing. He lifted his head to move around to the side of the chair, reaching for your hands. He took your sewing project and set it aside. “Get up.”

“I’m comfortable.” Your whine made him roll his eyes playfully, but you let him drag you to your feet, nonetheless. He took your place in the chair, holding his arms out for you again. If only the rest of the galaxy knew that the best bounty hunter in the parsec was secretly the softest man you had ever encountered.

“C’mere, sweet girl.” You made no arguments as he pulled you onto his lap, resting against his chest. He hugged your waist as you both looked out upon the galaxy together. Neither of you said anything, reveling in the comfortable silence of space, and the warmth of your bodies pressed together. No interruptions, no worries, just a tender moment you would look back on the rare times you and Din weren’t with each other constantly. These are the moments you cherish.

Din nuzzled his nose into your neck, placing a soft kiss at the base and staying there for a few minutes. You could feel his breathing began to even out in gentle puffs against your neck. He was dozing off. You realized he was probably still tired, having finally been able to shut his brain off, his body was screaming to go back to sleep.

“Din?” You kept your voice quiet, and he let out a pleasant hum against your skin, pressing another kiss below your ear as he lifted his head groggily. “You can go back to bed if you want. I don’t mind.”

“I know you don’t, cyar’ika, but I’d much prefer it if you were there, too. You need to rest,” another kiss, against your jaw this time. “And I can wait for you.”

“Okay,” you let him stay, enjoying the way he was holding you far too much to try and argue. He loosened his arms around you as you shifted towards the side of the chair so you could look at him more easily, throwing your legs perpendicular to his and wrapping your arms around his middle. Without his beskar on, he was addicting to hug. Although he was fit, as he had to be for the grueling work of bounty hunting, he was still soft. Perfect to hug and love on when the two of you were alone and had down time. Din had been confined under his armor for so long, deprived of human touch, that he had no qualms about your affectionate touches that sprung every chance you got. You craned your neck up to plant a kiss on the corner of his mouth. He adjusted his arm around you, tucking your hair behind your ear and running his fingers through it, looking at you. “I think I’m already starting to get there, or I would’ve jumped your bones by now.”

“Hasn’t stopped you before.” He chuckled, his dimple making an appearance from his amusement. His arm that wasn’t wrapped around you found its new place on your thigh, rubbing gentle circles. You both looked at each other for a moment, before he leaned forward to connect your lips in a slow, sweet kiss. You rested your palm on his face, rubbing your thumb over his cheekbone affectionately. His movements were tender, dragging on for minutes upon minutes, filling you with warmth and tingles down to your toes. Kissing Din was special. You suspected you had been his first, as he had told you early on in knowing each other that he hadn’t exposed his face to anyone since he was a foundling. Every time your lips met, sparks flew through your body like wildfire, and you felt extremely privileged to share that bit of intimacy with him. That he trusted you.

He hadn’t broken the Creed for you, no, and you never expected him to. His appearance was unimportant. You fell in love with him for his wit, his passion, and his determination. He was so caring in all the ways you never expected, paying attention to every little detail and you were completely oblivious to his affection for you until he confessed it late one night, his voice breaking because he was sure you wouldn’t return it. He had explained how he had come to care for you, and how it had tormented him. Him, a Mandalorian, becoming insecure about loving someone because it was new and vulnerable and scarier than anything he had experienced before. You shocked him into silence when you rested a hand on his knee and rested your forehead against his helmet, whispering that you felt the same.

Din didn’t reveal his face to you until cycles upon cycles upon cycles later, filled with love and happiness from your relationship. Although there were bumps along the way, you knew you wouldn’t change a thing and could no longer imagine your life without him in it. So, you told him this one night, as you were both undressing for bed, having the ability to sleep for just a few hours before scouting for another job the next day. He had responded by asking how you felt about marriage. Taken aback a bit, you thought for a moment, before telling him if you were going to marry someone, it would be him. He was it for you. He stuttered a moment, which was odd to hear with his modulator, before kneeling on the bed and grabbing your hands to join him.

That was the night the two of you married, on Din’s crappy cot on the Crest, murmuring vows in Mando’a to each other in the dark of the ship. It was intimate, and perfect.

You remembered Din rubbing his thumb in circles over your palm nervously, before lifting your hands in his to the sides of his helmet, silently pressing the release switch and tugging upwards. Your breath hitching and heart beating out of your chest as he revealed his face to you. It was completely silent. What were you supposed to say? Words completely left you as you took in all of his gorgeous features, his hooked nose, crow’s feet crinkling his eyes as he smiled nervously.

“Am I ugly?” He had joked softly, and you, tearing up a bit, laughed.

“Shut up,” you took his face in your hands, feeling the pleasant roughness of his scruff against your skin. “You’re beautiful, Din.” He blushed at your words. Blushed. You had felt quite accomplished, making a bounty hunter get flustered. He seemed to recover quickly, however, gently pushing you onto the bed and sealing your lips with his in a bruising kiss that was incomparable to any other feeling in the world.

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“You fall asleep there, mesh’la?” Din’s rough voice, still deep from his tired state, broke your thoughts. The brush of his lips against yours as you spoke left trails of tingles, and you suddenly felt more sated than ever.

“Sorry, I guess I really am tired.”

“Is my kissing really that bad?” His hand splayed over the back of your thigh, gently teasing. You smiled.

“That’s why we practice.” You returned in jest, and he raised an eyebrow in amusement. You rested a hand on his chest, the other combing through the hair at the nape of his neck. The humor in his expression faded into a soft, adoring look that melted your heart. Stars, you loved this man. And he clearly loved you.

“You’re a little brat sometimes, you know that?” He bumped his nose against yours affectionately. In any other situation that would have gotten you all riled up, but you were simply too tired. Yet, you still reveled in the feeling of his rough hand sliding up your shirt to rest on your bare skin under the loose tunic covering your body. This was nothing more than chaste, Din often slept with his hand shoved up your shirt or resting somewhere to feel the warmth of your soft skin. It kept him grounded and soothed him enough to fall asleep for hours holding you without worry. He grabbed your hand, bringing it to his mouth for a gentle kiss against your palm. “Sometimes I don’t know how I deal with you.”

“With great difficulty,” you grinned. “And the kid likes me.”

“He loves you,” Din corrected. He laced your fingers together and pressed another kiss to your knuckles. “We both do.” Warmth ran through you, and you returned his sentiment. “Let’s get to bed, cyare. You can barely keep your eyes open anymore.”

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mando’a translations:

cyar’ika: darling, sweetheart

cyare: beloved, loved

mesh’la: beautiful

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Solace

note: this is for @cnnownsme who requested a soft, comforting Chris fic, I hope you like it! xx

words: 1.9k

warnings: mild swearing, angst, bit of smut (nothing too graphic though)

enjoy :)

You were startled awake by the sound of breaking glass. Groaning softly, you looked around, unsure what exactly had happened. It was dark, only the glow of your computer screen was illuminating the kitchen. It seemed like you fell asleep sitting on the dining table and accidentally knocked over your glass of water, which now laid shattered on the ground.

"Shit!” you swore under your breath and carefully got up to turn on the light, trying to avoid the shatters of glass littered around on the floor.

You were in the midst of cleaning up the mess you made when you heard soft footsteps coming closer.

“Baby, it’s the middle of the night, what happened?” The sleepy voice of your boyfriend asked. He stood in the middle of the kitchen, dressed in only pajama bottoms, his curly hair tousled from sleep. His eyes squinted against the light, and he looked so cute that you wanted nothing more than to wrap your arms around him and follow him to bed. But you couldn’t.

“I was still up working on that article, fell asleep and knocked over my water glass. Go back to bed, Chris, everything is alright.” You replied, tiredness and frustration evident in your voice. You didn’t want to argue now, you knew you weren’t getting enough sleep, but the work had to be done either way.

“Y/N, please come to bed with me, I promise you’ll be much more productive after a good night’s sleep.” Chris tried to convince you, reaching out to put his huge arms around your smaller frame and pull you against his chest. You resisted the temptation to just snuggle up to his warm, comforting body, wriggling yourself free from his embrace instead.

“Chris, I told you, the deadline is next week and if I don’t have a first draft ready by tomorrow my boss is going to have my ass.” You snapped, starting to grow annoyed, the lack of sleep and stress were taking a toll on your mood. “Go back to bed, please.”

Chris looked taken aback, but he yielded, pressing a kiss to your forehead and murmuring a quick good night before disappearing into the direction of your bedroom again.

You felt a flash of guilt, you knew he only wanted what was best for you, but you were in a position at work that didn’t allow for any mistakes. You were one of the youngest members of the team, and your strong opinions that you weren’t afraid to voice made you a thorn in the side of your boss. You had a target on your back, and you were not about to give them any reason to fire you.

Uttering a deep sight, you made yourself some coffee and continued working.

+++

A week later, things had spiraled out of control for you. Your boss was giving you so much heat, criticizing you and your work whenever he could. You were running on only a couple of hours of sleep during the last days, your appetite was almost gone, replaced by a constant queasiness in your stomach.

Between your job and Chris’ show, you haven’t been able to spend any quality time together, and on the rare occasion that you saw each other, you were tired and easily angered. Chris went out of his way to shield you from stress and tried talking to you multiple times.

He told you that he was worried, that you looked unwell and that you should consider taking some days off. But you had your walls up, dismissing him. He couldn’t understand the position you were in, he was well established as a journalist while you were still at the very base of the food chain. You had to put everything you had into this job, or you would never reach the top.

Still, you could see how your behavior hurt Chris and felt incredibly guilty about it. He was your rock, the most important person in your life, and you wanted nothing more than just crawl into bed with him for a week, or fly to a desert island, just the two of you. But talking about your emotions and fears had never been your strong suit, so you were just eating everything up. But you could feel breaking point approaching, and as usual, it hit you when you least expected it.

It was Friday evening; you had handed in your finished article a couple of hours before and were now preparing for what was hopefully going to be a more relaxed weekend. You currently were in the kitchen, trying to make dinner. Chris was still at work, but you wanted to surprise him and spend an actual evening with him, to make up for everything you put him through the last week.

Suddenly, your phone was ringing, your boss’s number showing up on the screen. You thought about just ignoring it, it was a Friday night after all, but maybe something important came up.

You instantly regretted taking the call. Your boss was basically tearing the article you gave him apart, disagreeing with so many of your arguments. He was calling you a failure and threatening to fire you if there wasn’t a completely revised version on his desk by Monday.

You managed to hold the tears at bay while you were still on the phone, but right after you hung up, you collapsed. Your body just slumped against the wall of the living room, sliding down until your head was between your knees.

The tears were flowing steadily, sobs wrecking your body while all the anger, stress, fear and pressure of the past weeks came crashing down on you like a tidal wave. You curled up against the wall and just cried, the world around you going blurry. You had lost track of time when you sensed rapid footsteps coming towards you. Chris was home.

“Babe, what is wrong?” his concerned voice barely came through to you, and you were crying to much to give an answer. Suddenly, you were picked up by a pair of strong arms and as soon as you felt the comforting presence of Chris’ warm body, the floodgates really opened.

He laid you down onto the sofa, covered you with a soft blanket and just held you while you let out all the repressed feelings that have been eating you up. His large hand was softly stroking little circles across your back while you cried your eyes out until there were wet patches all over his shirt.

When you finally calmed down and looked up at him, his eyes were full of worry.

“Talk to me, Y/N, please. I don’t know what is happening, and I can’t help you if you don’t tell me. I’m not able to just sit back and watch you fall apart in front of me.” His voice was stained with emotion, and it was breaking your heart to see him so affected by the situation. He was the more empathic part of your relationship and had a keen intuition for other people’s feelings, and you had given him such a hard time, constantly pushing him away. But you knew that now was the time to fess up, you couldn’t continue like this anymore.

So you talked, about the amount of stress you have been under, about how you snuck out of bed when he was asleep to go back to work so you wouldn’t worry him, how your boss was almost bullying you recently, giving you immense word loads, impossible death lines and throwing insults at you at every chance he got. You told Chris that you could barely stomach any kind of food anymore, and that the sole thought of going back to work on Monday almost made you vomit.

When you finished, Chris was speechless. Then he reached out and just gave you the biggest, tightest hug, peppering little kisses to your hairline and stroking your back. You allowed yourself to relax for what maybe was the first time in weeks, sinking into Chris embrace. You just felt safe in his arms, like nothing bad could ever reach you as long as he was holding you.

When you looked up to him, his eyes were so warm, open and full of love that you could feel yourself tearing up again.

“You.” Chris said, putting your face between his hands and bringing it close to his. “are the most brilliant, kind, dedicated and resourceful woman I’ve ever met. You are intelligent, gentle, caring and so committed to everything you do. And the fact that those people at your work managed to take away your joy makes me so incredibly mad. But this is not about me, this is about you. You have to get your perspective back, and your love for what you. I don’t know why you kept all this from me, but I don’t care, I just want to see you smile again.”

You were crying again now, but this time it was from being totally emotionally overwhelmed. You loved this man so much, and all that stress paired with your own stubbornness had clouded your judgement and prevented you from seeing that the help and support you desperately needed had been right in front of you the whole time.

“I love you so much, baby.” You sobbed, “and I’m so terribly sorry for the way I treated you. I just wasn’t able to see the horizon anymore, I feel like I am drowning, and I don’t know what to do.”

“You need to get out of there, Y/N. I know you poured your soul into this job, but it’s breaking you down and I won’t let that happen. I am going to help you with finding a better place to work. I won’t stand by while you lose your passion and your enthusiasm. I love you too much for that.” His voice was calm, but heavy with emotion. He was being serious, and deep in your heart, you knew he was right.

You just nodded, to worn down to utter another word.

He pressed a tender kiss to your mouth, and the warmth that spread to your body when you felt his lips on yours was like a bright burst of light after walking around in darkness for days.

“We are going to make a plan and talk everything through tomorrow, baby. For now, let me take care of you.” Chris said, stroking your hair and planting small kisses along the side of your face, down your jaw and neck.

His hands were stroking your sides softly and you sighed, leaning back into the sofa cushions, just enjoying the warm feeling of Chris’ love and attention.

His hands and lips were slowly making their way all over your body and you were getting softer and more pliant with every inch of skin he was exposing to his ministrations. When his feather light kisses finally found their way between your legs, you let out a breathy moan, burying your hands in his curly hair. His tongue and fingers teased and caressed you until you came apart under him, his name falling from your mouth over and over like a prayer.

Afterwards, he held you in his arms, whispering sweet nothings against your skin, how beautiful you were, how much he loved you, that he would never leave you alone. You soaked up everything, feeling a bit less broken and hurt with every word. You fell asleep in his embrace, at peace and knowing you could take on anything in the world as long as you had Chris by your side.

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Exposed (One-shot)

Summary: Thanks to Hugo Boss for dressing Sebastian for the night, you couldn't resist being a minx and drastic actions are taken for pleasure.  Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader Word Count: 1.6k Warnings: PURE SMUT: dirty talking, masturbation (female), blow job, vaginal penetration (please wrap before you tap) aka un-safe sex, a little bit of rough sex?  A/N: I found this beauty in my drive and I think I wrote it up when this look came about in the media. I’ve tweaked it up a bit and hopefully, it gets y’all hot and bothered because I certainly am by Sebastian’s style at the time. Like always: Feedback is welcomed 💜 | Not my picture. Here for reference.

“You’re home early,” you grin, opening the door to your shared apartment before stepping to the side to let Sebastian in. He had attended a fashion show earlier in the day and you weren’t expecting him for another hour until you two went out for dinner. 

“I made my appearance and had a few drinks; thought I’d come home early to spend some time with you,” he smiles, his eyes becoming soft as he leans in to peck your lips. When he pulls away, he eyes you up and down “Wow, you look…” he becomes lost for words, a tint of pink blooming on his cheeks, “Fucking good. God damn.” 

Your cheeks begin to burn, “Thank you. All for me and well, you too.” You smirk before laughing when Sebastian playfully pouted. 

“At least tell me ya missed me.” 

“I literally almost died without you here,” you exaggerated, placing a hand on your chest. “How could you leave me like this? I thought we had something, Seb.” 

He amusingly rolls his eyes, huffing out a laugh, “Okay, a bit too much.” 

You giggle, plopping yourself on the couch. “Gotta admit it, I’m one of a kind.” 

“That you are, my love,” he breathes, kicking off his shoes before walking over to sit next to you. “What were you up to?” 

“This,” you say, pausing the television. Sebastian squints his eyes as he tries to decipher what you’re watching. “Peaky Blinders? What’s that about?” he asked, itching his chin. 

“Basically a gang during the 1920s. We had mafias here and in Birmingham, England they had gangsters. They’re real people and stories. Pretty cool stuff and I love.” You say, replaying the episode you were watching before Sebastian came home. 

 “Okay well, I’m gonna take a quick shower before dinner then,” Seb informs, kissing the top of your head. He stands, slipping off a black, white and blue leather jacket and drapes it over the armrest of the couch. With a bright grin, he scurries to the bedroom as his clothes fly off and land on the bed. 

Chuckling at his actions, your eyes are drawn to the jacket, causing you to involuntarily bite your lips as your mind go elsewhere other than something innocent. Earlier in the day, you were secretly stalking Sebastian online after he sent you a picture of the evening's look. Your jaws instantly dropped when you saw how mesmerizing your man looked and you just craved for him to be home, all to yourself. Plus you wanted to see more pictures of him because why not. He wasn’t going to send you more pictures since he, himself would be busy mingling with people. Sebastian styles were always on point yet severely sexy. Something about a man dressing that fine made you weak in the knees, your cheeks burning with admiration. It didn’t help that he had a buzz-cut and a new look to his scruff. And that was what surprised you the most.

You were even lucky to feel the difference at your core the night Sebastian came home with it. The memory alone was making your heat ache for more but...

You couldn’t help but wonder how that leather jacket would feel against your bare skin. And only bare skin, nothing else.  After a few seconds, you hear the shower running, pulling you out of your thoughts. Without another thought, you quickly bounce up and undress, kicking your heels off and wiggling out of your jeans and bodysuit. You grab the jacket, rubbing the fabric between your forefinger and thumb before wearing it. 

It was still warm and had his scent which clouded your senses. You spent so much time in your own world that you didn’t see Sebastian standing behind you with only his boxers, his jaw dropped and brows raised enough to hit the roof. 

“Baby,” Seb whispers in astonishment, swallowing thickly as his eyes roam all over your body. Gulping air, he feels heat rising up his entire body, bringing an electrifying burn of pleasure. 

You swore you heard his voice drop a few octaves, sending a satisfying chill down your spine. Slowly turning, you let the material slide off your shoulders just enough to show off your bare neck but enough to cover your breasts. You didn’t remove your panties, knowing if you did, you would have been touching yourself on the couch- catching Sebastian more off guard. 

“I think this looks great on me, don't you?” You purr, pressing your thighs together, your clit throbbing and aching for his touch. Sebastian lowers his gaze, growling as he notices your taut nipples pressing against the coat. His coat. 

Sebastian’s baffled, frozen with lust that no words escape his mouth. His eyes are black, jaw clenched as he fights the urge to grab his erected cock, which is very noticeable. Without a word, you walk up to him and drop to your knees, obeying a command that was never said but wanted. Carefully, you place your hand on his bulge, squeezing it firmly while your playful eyes stare up at Sebastian, burning into his. 

He releases a shaky breath, groaning quietly before he curses something in Romanian. You take this as a good sign, wrapping your hand around his thick shaft and pushing the tip into your mouth, giving it enough pressure to tease him. 

“Drăguț babygirl” Sebastian moans, his husky, deep tone hitting your heat like the stroke of his cock inside you. His hands go in your hair, gripping firmly as you continue your actions before pulling his cock out from your mouth. 

“You didn’t answer me, Seb. Do I look good with this on?” You ask firmly this time but with a tint of a sultry tone, pumping his cock faster as the foreskin glides over the precum, coating itself. Seb doesn’t speak, only grunts and moans spilling out of his mouth, making him lightheaded with ecstasy and passion. 

Pouting because he won’t answer you, you pull away and get back on your feet. “Seb I-”

“Get back down. Now.” He growls, roughly pushing your shoulders down and you comply, sitting back on your knees. Your core devilishly tingles more, the desire for him to be inside you increases. Sebastian grabs his cock by the base and pushes it past your lips, making you take him all. A wave of dominance washes over as he thrusts in your mouth, scrunching his face as the pleasure builds. 

You constantly moan in response, bringing a hand down to your clit as you circle the little bud of nerves, relieving somewhat of the tension. Your panties are soaked and you know he can smell your arousal, urging him on to violate your mouth. 

“You’re gonna take this fucking cock like a good girl, isn’t that right? Huh?” Seb grunts, fucking your mouth like there was no tomorrow. Your cunt pulsates for him and you wished the pain would go away. Or at least taken care of. 

Observing you, Sebastian smirks and pulls you off his length before yanking your arm toward the ottoman in the living room. He bends you over the furniture, being gentle not to hurt you and slides your panties off to the side, giving him a perfect view of your heat- soaked and trembling. 

“Fuck” You moan breathlessly, your eyes rolling when you feel the delicate fabric snap at its sides, the burn stinging with hunger.  As Sebastian’s thick cock is pushed inside of you, you bite your lips, horribly trying to suppress your pornographic moans. 

“Isn’t this what you wanted? Me to fuck you with that jacket on, hmm?” He sneers, grunting. Your heat hugs him perfectly and he can feel your climax near. 

You can’t possibly respond back as he fucks your brains out, rough and deep. Just the way you like it. Squeezing your eyes shut, you try to answer him but instead, you feel the leather jacket being ripped off your body before your chest is firmly pressed against the ottoman. Sebastian places both hands on your back, straightening his body and legs as he pumps his cock in and out. The stretch is too good that your mouth drops, a toxic pleasure drugging every nerve in your body, enough to make you want to weep by the way he’s pounding into you. 

As if time was on your side, you both come together but Sebastian pulls out and empties his seed onto your back, cursing incoherent words under his breath. You didn’t care that he wasn’t inside you because you were a trembling mess from your own release, completely ruined and worn out. A blissful cloud laid above you, taking you away in ecstasy. 

With a few more strokes, Seb squeezes the tip to make sure he’s got every last drop on you before falling to the ground and leaning against the couch, chuckling deeply. “Actually, my cum looks better on you than anything, dragă.” He pants, licking his lips as your eyes flutter open with butterflies roaming around in your stomach. You were shocked to hear him say this, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks once more. However, you'd be lying if you said you hadn’t liked it. To want more as the hungry escalates for his lust and love again. 

Not hearing a rebuttal, Sebastian leans in, allowing the tip of his nose to roam against your neck and trails his lips towards your own, tenderly kissing you and humming to the taste like sweet honey,  “So. Much. Better.” 

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anonymous asked:  I'm so happy the request are open! Please can I request Kuroo and his girlfriend are both medical students and one day when they're particularly alone in one of the college labs or classrooms he somehow convince her that it's okay to have a quickie here even though she was scared that someone may find out or caught them at it? Thx

Warning: nsfw 

where am i, who am i, except constantly in kuroo smut hell (which honestly isn’t the worst) i don’t know if this can even be considered a ‘quickie’ but we’ll just go with yes. hope you enjoy !! because...i...did..

Trying his best not to groan, Kuroo leaned back in his chair; rubbing his burning eyes and then running a hand through his hair. The sun set hours ago, and the fluorescent lights were beginning to give him a headache. He glanced at you, back to him, writing something on the whiteboard at the front of the room; drawing a line through the body diagram you’d sketched. He knew you were saying something to him, trying to teach, since he asked for clarification about some circulation pathway he kept getting mixed up.

But really all he could focus on was the way your body moved, hands motioning wildly as you spoke; crossing to the other side of the whiteboard to point something out. Fuck—you were so goddamn smart; he’d been absolutely powerless against you those first weeks of medical school. A total goner when he overhead you just go off on another male student who claimed females inherently weren’t cut out for the medical profession; utterly destroying the kid with your knowledge and passion. He thought he wasn’t going to be able to handle it when you’d ended up in the same lab group as him, but by some miracle, you hadn’t thought he was a total imbecile and agreed to go on a date with him. And now here you were at the end of the year, dating since then.

That was how you found him when you turned around, dazed in his chair; looking like his mind was on anything but the circulatory system. “Were you even listening?” You demanded, getting his attention by striding in front of his table and waving a hand in front of his face.

He blinked and then grinned sheepishly. “I don’t know how much more information I can stuff up here tonight,” he motioned to his temple.

You frowned. “We still have the muscular system to do.”

He leaned his head back letting out a groan. You and he have been in the anatomy lab for hours studying for your final in a few days and he was convinced his brain was going to explode. He couldn’t fathom how you could muster the willpower to continue.

“I think my eyeballs are going to shrivel up and die,” he claimed, watching you move to his side of the table to stand before him and offer a hand.

Pulling him up out of his chair, you rolled your eyes. “I don’t think that’s possible.” Leading him to join you at the whiteboard, you started explaining what was on it again but damn him—he let his mind wander again, his attention focusing on your lips. God how long has it been since he last kissed you beyond anything but a tender peck? How long since his hands had free range over every dip and curve of your body; soft pleas of his name in the cadence of your voice filling the air?

Oh, he was really screwed now if that’s the direction his thoughts were taking.

Carefully, he sidled closer allowing his hand to drift down the expanse of your back before settling on your ass. Words dying in your throat, your gaze slid over to him suspiciously. “Kuroo…” you said in a low voice. “What…are you…doing?”

“Mmm,” he hummed. “I’ve thought of a much more interactive way of studying.”

You lifted a brow, asking, “Oh, have you?”

He plucked the whiteboard marker from you with his free hand, setting it onto the ledge while turning you to face his chest. Pulling you flush against him, he moved his hand to firmly cup both of your cheeks and lowering his head to nuzzle into your neck. He trailed kisses from beneath your ear towards your collarbone, between them saying, “I have. What muscle is this?”

Attempting to maintain your composure, your pressed your hands to his chest trying to push away from him. “I don’t think this is very conducive to our learning.”

He held firm, murmuring, “Humor me.” His warm breath sending goosebumps along your skin.

“Someone could walk in at any moment,” you hissed, pushing against him a bit harder; cursing your dumb heart for beating wildly against your chest at his suggestion. On any given day it was impossible to resist him but since you couldn’t even remember the last time he touched you like this, it would be a near herculean task to keep him at bay.

He nipped gently at your ear, hands drifting underneath your shirt to skim along the sensitive skin of your back, hoping to persuade you. “We haven’t seen a soul all day.”

You paused. Oh—what the hell. Now, instead of pushing him away, your fingers curled into his shirt; thoughts clouding as to what exactly he had in mind.

“The sternocleidomastoid.”

You felt him grin against your neck. “I love it when you talk smart to me,” he whispered silkily, earning a scoff from you. “Tell me again.”

“You fucking weirdo—”

“Just do it,” he said, pressing himself a little harder against you; you were so close to caving he just had to nudge you a bit farther.

An eyeroll from you, but you complied. You didn’t think with that pressure against your leg there was a point to you resisting him much longer anyways. Rising to your toes to reach his ear, you wrapped your arms around him lacing your fingers through his hair at the back of his neck eliciting a low groan from him. “The sternocleidomastoid.”

“Fuck.” He moaned, gripping the backs of your thighs to lift you off the ground and wrap your legs around him, he carried you to the nearest table. His mouth moved from your neck, up your jaw to your lips; wasting no time to start trailing kisses down your sternum, pushing your shirt up to gain access to your stomach. A choked breath escaped you as his hand delved under your sweatpants to palm you through your underwear; he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth effectively making you melt beneath him.

He found great pleasure in the small sound he got from you as he lazily dragged one finger up through your folds, a groan emitting from him at the slickness already gathered there. “So wet,” he whispered, forehead pressed against yours.

“We have to be qui—" He stopped just below your clit to drag his finger back down, your sentence cut off to plead, “Ah—Kuroo…please.” Teasing you further he avoided the part of you that was aching to be touched, enjoying you squirming impatiently underneath him. “This is no time for your endless teasing.”

He smirked. “Why don’t you tell me what you want then?”

“Oh jesus fuck—” You whimpered, thighs trembling at his unhurried pace. “I—” a huff, “I—oh—please Tetsu just touch me already.” It had been weeks since he last touched you and you were burning up, desperate for any sort of friction.

Now you were playing unfair, throwing out his nickname like that; he was unable to quell the low growl that emanated from his throat. He finally granted your request, dragging a calloused finger up against the hardened bud of your clit; drinking in the sight of your entire body reacting to his touch—back arching with your head pressed against the table exposing the glorious expanse of your throat for him to latch onto.

Fingers scrabbling at his back for any sort of purchase to push your hips against his hand, trying to urge him to pick up any pace faster than the agonizingly slow one he was currently torturing you with. He deeply enjoyed your desperation as he made a mark at the juncture of your throat and shoulder that you would surely scold him for later. Not particularly caring, he grazed his teeth gently along the column of your throat to make steady work on another one.

Abruptly, you tangled your fingers into his dark mass of hair to tug his gaze up to meet yours; he had to bite back his groan at the state of you. Chest heaving, cheeks flushed, and eyes wild with the thrill of what you two were doing—you would be the gods-damned end of him.

“What do I have to do to get you to go any faster,” you rasped breathily, although seemingly annoyed he knew you were loving every second of this.

His eyes glinted. “Nothing—absolutely nothing,” he said, sinking two fingers knuckle deep in you. He thought he was going to lose it at the most beautiful moan that he provoked from you. But he somehow maintained his lazy pace, much to your despair. Though his fingers were certainly granting you the stimulation you were begging for, especially when he’d curl them ever so slightly; forcing you to grip his back to find any sort of sanity left in you—it wasn’t enough.

“Ah—please,” a sigh, “Kuroo—I need,” a broken moan, “Tetsu—please.”

There was a limit to his teasing, and it normally broke right around the time he successfully made you into an incoherent mess. So, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your sweatpants, he swiftly tugged them off you to reveal some simple panties leaving him a bit breathless—god you were gorgeous, and you were his. “You know,” he drawled, pulling them slowly down, “I’ve wanted to ruin you on one of these tables since the day I met you.”

He watched color bloom along your neck, using your hands to cover your face in embarrassment. “Oh, stuff it,” you scoffed.

That wouldn’t do. Prying your hands apart, he forced you to look at him. “I mean it,” he said, rising from being hunched over you and striding over to his backpack. “I’ll prove it.” You lifted yourself to your elbows to watch him rifle through his backpack before extracting a small rectangular package. “This definitely hasn’t been in my backpack since the first week of school.”

A smile rose to your features. “Please tell me you’ve at least replaced it since then.”

“Of course, I have,” he said, leaning over you once again; his warm breath fanning your face. “I’m not an idiot.”

Now a laugh bubbled up from your chest and fucking hell—it struck him that he was the luckiest man alive to have this stunning, smartass, genius person in his life. “Well?” You prompted, trailing a hand down his chest towards his groin. “Are you finished teasing me?”

He settled his hands at your waist, thumbing the hem of your underwear. “Me? A tease? Never,” he said planting a kiss to your neck.

“You’re insufferable.”

He just grinned devilishly before swiftly removing his own clothing, finally letting his painfully hard cock free from the confines of his pants. He let you nimbly roll the condom on, taking an extreme amount of mental fortitude not to shudder at your touch; before practically ripping your underwear off. He didn’t bother with easing into it, the two of you already fairly comfortable with each other, and judging by the deep moan filling the room—you wouldn’t have been too pleased with anything less than him sinking his entire length into you.

Bracing his forearms on the table on either side of you, he moved his hips; breath coming out in short bursts as he tried to grasp at his last thread of control. “Tetsu,” you purred— causing his grip on that control to slip. “Fuck me.”

A growl ripped from him, any inkling of control dissipating with it. He slammed into you, his thighs trembling from how exquisitely tight you were around him; your nails raking down his spine and head thrown back in pure ecstasy. If someone walked in on the two of you, he didn’t think either of you would notice or care. He picked up on your body language; toes curling, grip tightening momentarily on him, and breath shortening; he didn’t let up.

Continuing to pound into you, deeper with each thrust, hitting you just right—your eyes rolled back into your head before completely shattering in his arms. Limbs twitching as waves of pleasure wracked through you; you could barely hang on to him with the force of your orgasm coursing through you. He just took your face into his hands, kissing you; stealing your breath—the motion of his hips showing no signs of slowing. Until he abruptly stilled, legs shaking, panting against your neck; his cock twitching inside you.

“Fuck,” he muttered. Then lifted his head to meet your gaze, and you both start chuckling at the situation you’d put yourselves in. Both of you panting between laughs, he finally said, “I can’t believe I convinced you to do that.”  

You shoved his shoulder as he pulled out, a sheepish grin on your face. “Shut up.” Wincing at the twinge of soreness in your thighs from having them wrapped around him, you stood, and in a flurry of skin and clothes, you straightened yourself motioning for him to do the same. You shoved his backpack into his arms, ignoring his amused expression; slung yours over a shoulder and then dragged him from the lab—intent on studying the rest of his anatomy for the remainder of the night.

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(Un)Broken

Pairing: Tony x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader

Plot: You and Steve were together before the Accords but he left you without a goodbye. Overtime your heart started to heal. Though are you ready to let someone else in?

Chapter: 6/9

 Part One    Part Two    Part Three    Part Four    Part Five

“I swear (Y/N) I am never going to get this done.” Peter moans from across the living room.

             He has been spending more time here over the past year, not that you’re complaining. He is a sweet kid and you can tell that Tony loves having him around. He will never admit it though. Peter has been like a son to Tony, and he wants to do it right. He revamped Peter’s room, gave him an updated suit, even said one day he could be an Avenger too. Watching them two together just makes your heart melt.

“Honestly Peter, just pick someone to interview. It doesn’t have to be Tony every time. Besides, he doesn’t really care much about literature.” Peter’s assignment is to ask someone he knows random questions that have to do with a poem that they read in class. It is supposed to allow the students to see how poetry connects to everyone’s lives.

“Okay (Y/N), I choose you then.” The bouncy energy returns. “Describe a time where your life was like a sunrise or a sunset.”

“That’s easy,” you describe a sunrise, when you first moved here. First you were nervous and timid around new people but as time moved on various colors of your personality broke through the cracks. You never realized how bright and warm somewhere could be after being torn down by what people usually hate about you.

“Okay,” Peter desperately scribbles against his notebook. “Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets? Why?”

“Well, neither.” Peter sends you a confused look, and you can’t help but smile. “Sure it’s romantic to sit and watch the sunset. The way the sky paints it’s last picture of the day, it can take your breath away at times. But what I find beautiful is when someone sits there even after the sun goes down. If you can stay and marvel at a dark sky with as much admiration as you did when the sun was out, then maybe it is possible for someone to look you even when you’re nothing but darkness.”

             Suddenly embarrassed you cover your mouth. When it comes to explaining your point of view, you’re a force to be reckoned with. There is no stopping you once the wheels get turning. Apologizing to Peter he assures you that what you said is pure gold, and that he will definitely get an A.

             Helping him wrap up the end of the assignment, you bid him a goodbye. Heading toward to elevator, you notice Peter’s steps are less sure. Pausing, the young boy turns around and you can see an internal battle behind his eyes.

“You know how you were describing why you love the moment after sunsets are over, and how you want to be looked at?” Not knowing where he is going, you gently nod your head. “That’s how Mr. Stark has looked at you, even before I ended up here. Look up fighting clips from over the years and various press releases. I think you’ll see it too.”

             Frozen, you don’t realize Peter is gone till he has long already exited the building. You have had a rough life and it is not something you like to share or dwell on. Never have you truly talked about it, and no one on the team pushed. They all read your file, they know the darkest parts.

The boy couldn’t possibly be right, could he? As far as you knew Tony detested your very exitence up until the Accords. He constantly yelled at you, insulted you and your relationship with Cap. Though something inside of you wants to believe Peter.

             Finding your laptop, you search press releases with the team, well with those where their identity wasn’t a complete secret. Usually it was you, Tony, and Nat that appeared on these kind of things. Tony flat out said that he is Ironman, and you and Nat do not have masks to shield your faces.

             Clicking on various ones, you notice a difference in how Tony looks at you while you’re speaking verses when Nat is speaking. His eyes are lit up a bit more, when you are being cute and funny Tony represses a smile. Thinking back on past press releases and interviews, Tony never once insulted you on camera. He was always sweet, charming, and respectful… toward you anyway.

             Searching battle action shots, that people have been stupid enough to snap a picture of, you notice that in certain frames his eyes watch you. Paying close attention, you notice that he watched out for you more than your own boyfriend did. How come I never noticed this? You ask yourself.

“Hey did Peter leave yet?” Tony’s voice peaks from behind the lab door. “I really do not want to answer questions about a poem. I really shouldn’t be in here… he could come back.”

             His voice filters in your ears through muffled waves. Suddenly feeling yourself experience daja’vu, you focus on it hoping to expose a memory. You sense yourself laying down, unable to move, unable to open your eyes.

             “ I really shouldn’t be in here,” it’s not Steve, “but I needed to see if you were okay.”

             You remember being confused, disoriented. It was right after you were severely wounded trying to save Steve. If you were hit with a few more rounds, or did not get help when you did, you would have most likely died. It has been the only mission you truly danced with death.

“I never should have left, if I didn’t this wouldn’t have happened… You deserve a better life away from all this, even if it’s away from me.”

             It was Tony. He was the unrecognizable voice in your room. The voice you thought you dreamt all those years ago. You can’t believe that you never pieced it together before.

“I never should have left, if I didn’t this wouldn’t have happened...” You mumble accidently.

“I’m sorry,” Tony freezes. “What?”

             As if on demand, your throat dries up and your heart rate soars high above the clouds. Rubbing your palms against your jeans. Feeling like a shy middle schooler you turn your body to face Tony.

“You were the one in my room at the hospital,” steadying your voice, you pause. “It was right after you left the group… and you stuck around for weeks after I recovered before disappearing again.”

             Rising from your seat you slowly walk across the room to a petrified Tony. Getting closer you notice the fast intake of his breath and the paleness plastered across his skin. He doesn’t move away from you but you can tell from his eyes that he’s contemplating it.

             Slowly, you wrap your arms around his neck waiting to see him refuse your physical touch. Receiving no sign, you embrace him in a hug. As if on auto pilot, Tony’s arms wrap around your torso but remain stiff.

“Don’t blame yourself,” you whisper. “It was not your fault I got hurt.”

“But,” Tony’s arms tighten around you as his shoulders tense. He doesn’t say anything else, he doesn’t have to. Even if he was there nothing would have stopped you. His only conclusion is that if he had been there you may not of had to save Steve. Having an extra team mate would have tipped the scales in their favor, your favor.

             Slowly you both pull away but remain in each other’s arms. No one speaks, you both just stare into each other’s eyes. Every few seconds though you notice Tony’s eyes glance down at your lips. Always meeting your gaze once more you feel your body move closer to his.

             Centimeters away from his lips you pause as you feel your nerves catch up with you. Terrified you start to ask yourself if you should be doing this. Does Tony want this? Do you want this? Question after question clouds your mind with doubt.

             Just before ducking out of reach Tony lightly cups your cheek in his hand. Running his thump just below your eye Tony rests his forehead against yours as you both close your eyes. Everything inside once telling you to run dissipates to nothing. Instead, an intense warmth radiates from his touch to your skin fueling your body.

             Strangely you feel calm, not scared. You don’t feel an intense electricity storm brewing, gearing up for an instant intense kiss. You’ve always loved watching movies where the couple finally takes part in a lips-crashing passionate kiss. You and Steve have shared numerous moments like those. But this is different, new but somehow more intimate. With Tony you feel completely safe, a gentle magnetic pull urges to act on the light butterflies dancing across your heart.

             Listening to your body you allow your lips to brush against his, and that’s all Tony needed. He lightly connects his soft lips with yours, holding you like you’re glass ready to break. You’re not sure if he’s waiting for you to let down your walls or for him to let down his. Only thing you know is that you need to get closer to him, as close as you can get, and that is when you both fully melt into the other. In this moment you don’t care about the consequences, you don’t care if you get hurt. Right now you want this more than air.

             A few moments later you both pull away. Resting your foreheads against the other’s once again, you catch your breath. Tony’s hand runs down your side before landing on your hip. Both of you agreed that whatever you decided to do needs to be taken slow. At the time you didn’t know if Tony meant a relationship past the point of friendship, or just fully letting Steve go. Now you know what you want and you’re going to have to remind yourself everyday there is no rush, that not everyone leaves you. That Tony won’t leave you.

Kissing your forehead Tony takes your hand in his and leads down the hall. You don’t know where he is taking you and at the moment you don’t care. You just took a leap of faith by kissing Tony and him kissing you back. All you can do is smile so wide it hurts, but it feels so good and you never want to stop.

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Suite 114 | Pt. 10 |

■ pairing: Jimin X OC

■ genre: fluff, smut

■ words: 3.6k

■ a/n: Well.....I know I took forever to upload this. Writer's block is a bitch. But here it is! After some motivation from a few readers, some amazing Jimin dreams and all of the cutest new Jimin content lately....I finally felt it in me to write! Sorry for the long wait 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

MASTERLIST

I trace my fingers across the porcelain face laying next to me. The tips of my fingers follow the soft rays of the early morning sunlight, filtering through the window behind me and onto his peaceful, sleeping form. My touch lingers on his pillowy bottom lip as I recall the events from the night before.

I feel so out of place next to this almost god-like man and self conscious all of a sudden. I retract my fingers from his pink mouth. A deep ache burrows its way into my heart, along with sudden fear and realizations.

This can’t last. It's too good to be true. This may change everything.

I frown at the thoughts invading my head and watch Jimin's chest rise and fall with every slow breath he takes. I've never been one to have regrets, and I definitely don't regret what happened between us, but I do fear for my heart. The new feelings that encompassed my heart last night scare me but I don't want to miss out on this once in a lifetime experience. Even if it may be fleeting. Even if it leaves my heart in pieces on the floor. I want to enjoy the ride, with no regrets.

I check my phone to see that it's just after 5 am.

Holy shit.

We slept unmoving for over twelve hours. It couldn't have been later than four when we fell asleep yesterday. I guess all of my wet dreams kept me from fully resting the past few days, and I'm sure Jimin had to be utterly exhausted from working so hard too. No wonder I feel well rested and wide awake.

I creep out of bed, making sure not to disturb his slumber, and take a hot shower. The steaming hot water envelops my body and clears my mind of all thoughts, except for one. Thank you, whoever invented the hot water heater.

I snicker at the silly thought and stick my face under the stream of water.

“What's so funny?”

I yelp and cover my chest out of instinct, while my foggy eyes try and make out the figure standing outside the shower door.

“Jimin!” I exclaim, placing a hand over my pounding heart. “You scared the crap out of me.”

He slides the shower glass door open a few inches and pokes his head through. “Can I join you?” His eyes scan my naked, wet body.

“Umm, okay.” I reply shyly, still trying to cover myself.

He smiles and steps into the shower, shutting the sliding door behind him. My eyes instantly lower to the hardness between his legs. The sight of his thickness and the memory of how it felt inside of me, has me wet instantly.

Jimin reaches up and touches the bottom of my chin to close my mouth that I didn't realize was gaping open. I blush up at his gorgeous, smirking face. His thumb brushes over my cheek.

“You can't be shy now, after how you were last night.”

I purse my lips and direct my vision onto his bare chest, knowing full well he's right. He unfolds my arms and places them back down. His gaze lingers on my hardened nipples before moving up to meet my eyes. Before I can comprehend what is happening, he hooks his hand under my right knee and lifts my leg up exposing my heated core to the cool air. I inhale sharply when his fingers slide down my folds with ease and tease around my entrance.

Jimin closes the little distance between us, so that water sprays onto his dark hair and down the side of his body. Wet strands of hair stick to his face, making him look dark and sinister. My heart squeezes at the way he looks down at me.

He kisses me passionately, pressing my skin into the cold tile, as his fingers explore me. The taste of him overpowers all of my senses and I lock away the memory of how he tastes away, never wanting to forget it's sweetness. His lips leave me tentatively and he places his forehead against mine. His lower hand stills, allowing me to release a shaky, pent up breath.

“I don't think I'll ever get enough of you.” His warm breath cascades down my face. Goosebumps spread over my body at his statement. The reality of our relationship threatens to crash over me, but his velvety voice pushes it away. “I don't want to leave.”

I want to say 'Then don't leave’, but I know he eventually has to. I just don't know when. Instead of speaking, I grab his face between my two hands and kiss him again. I kiss him until we forget everything. Until the only thing taking up our minds is the undeniable desire for each other.

He enters me suddenly, his length pressing deep into me until his lower belly is pressing against mine. I whine and reach over his shoulders to grab onto him as he lifts me up the wall. He raises my leg up higher and grabs onto my waist for leverage.

He pounds into me relentlessly, our combined moans filling the small bathroom. Within minutes I'm falling apart in his grasp, whimpering his name into his ear as he lays his cheek against my neck.

“Jimin…..I-I’m.”

He leaves my neck to press his head against mine again. “Yes, tell me.” He demands quietly.

“Ah-I…. I'm cumming.”

He groans, a sound that has me curling my toes. “M-me….too.” He says, before throwing his head back.

His grip tightens on my hip as he cums inside of me, his thrusts turning hard and reaching deeper than before. We hold each other under the, now cool, flowing water, not saying a word as our post-orgasm highs dissipate.

I gently pull away from his embrace, despite my body telling me no, to wash up. “We should probably wash now.” I say while soaping up a washcloth.

“We should.” He responds, but stands still, watching quietly as I clean myself. When I reach between my legs he stops me and takes the cloth from my hand to clean me himself. His hand moving between at my center sends gentle pleasure through me again, but thankfully he's done before it becomes too much.

I rinse myself off, very aware of his gaze on me. When I'm done I stand under the stream unmoving, not knowing what to do next. He smirks and starts washing himself with the bar of soap. The cold water sends me into a shivering fit and I rub my arms for warmth.

“Why are you making yourself suffer? Go get warm, I'll be out soon.” He says calmly, after seeing me shake.

I nod and get out of the shower. After drying off and throwing on some lounge pants and a shirt I go search through my fridge to see what I can make for breakfast.

Halfway through preparing food, I realize that this is the first time I've ever made a meal for anyone other than my sister. I've never had a guy stay over either...or had sex with a famous person.

This week has been a week of some crazy firsts.

As I'm placing a piece of bacon in the pan, Jimin walks into the kitchen rubbing a towel through his dark hair. He's shirtless with the black jeans from last night hanging low on his hips. My eyes follow the deep 'V’ on his lower belly until it disappears underneath the thick waistband. Pain shoots up my arm and I pull it away from the stove to rub with my other hand.

He places the towel on the back of one of the dining chairs. “You okay?”

My skin is a little red where the grease popped me, but it's nothing bad. I shake my head, smiling. “Yeah.” I say.

We stare at each other for a few seconds before I remember that I'm cooking and turn to the stove again. I keep getting distracted.

“I'm almost done.” I tell him as he continues to watch me curiously.

“Do you want help?”

“I'm good, but thank you.” I point with the tongs I have in my hand at the dining table. “You can sit down if you want.”

He nods and sits in the chair where he draped the towel over and places his elbows on the table, rests his head in his hands and follows my every move as I finish cooking. His face lights up when I place a full plate of food in front of him. I feel relief at how fast he digs into the food, the fear of him not liking it leaving my mind.

“This is so good.” He says in between bites.

I stop picking at my plate to smile at him. “Really? I'm glad you like it. This is what my mom used to make when I was a kid.”

He finishes everything, even going as far as lifting the plate to his mouth to get the last bits of egg.

“Is your mom from America?”

“She is actually. My dad and her moved back a couple of years ago after me and my sister moved out.”

He wrinkles his eyebrows and I can't help but think how adorable his facial expressions are.

“They left you guys here?” He asks.

“Well, they wanted us to go with them, but we didn't want to. Korea is our home.”

He smiles at that. “I'm glad you stayed.”

I blush, looking down at the table. “Me too.”

I notice him glancing at my plate. “There's more food, do you want some more?” He flashes another smile, briefly fogging my mind as I stare at his beautiful face.

“I would if that's okay. I haven't eaten much lately. Now that shooting is over I can ease up.”

I frown at his words before serving him more. I watch him clear the second plate before speaking. “I wish they weren't so tough on you.” I say.

He looks up at me, his brown eyes shining. “I'm used to it.” He shrugs and downs a glass of water I sit in front of him.

Sighing I take our dishes to the sink and start washing everything. Jimin gets up and comes to stand beside me, grabbing the clean, soapy dish out if my hands to rinse it.

“Let me help you.”

I smile up at him and nod. His hips press against my lower waist, constantly reminding me of how he's basically half baked beside me. I catch a few glances at his abs pressing against the counter whenever he leans forward. The sight mesmerizes me and I unknowingly leave food stuck to dishes a couple of times, which he points out to me each time takes them from my grasp.

“You seem very distracted, Anna.” He looks down at me, catching my lost expression before I can wipe it off of my face. “What are you thinking of?”

I shake my head and hand him the last dish. “Nothing. Just thinking of how dirty these dishes are.” I say, cringing mentally at my lame excuse.

His cute laughter fills my ears.

“You're a bad liar you know.” He touches my waist and beckons with his fingers for me to turn. I give in and let him pull me against his bare chest, in between his slightly spread legs as he rests against the countertop.

“No I'm not.” I pout, knowing full well that I am.

He leans in and presses his full lips to my jaw, teasing me with small kisses up to my ear. “Don't lie to me.” He whispers in my ear.

I shiver in his arms and close my eyes, relishing in the feel of his lips on my skin. His fingers travel up my belly and he grazes his thumbs under the bottom of my bra. I run my hands up his smooth neck and lace my fingers in his long hair, gently pulling his face from my neck so that I can kiss those teasing lips.

Our mouths connect for a moment before the doorbell rings, ruining the moment. We break apart, the both of us groaning in annoyance.

Reluctantly, I leave him standing in the kitchen to see who's at the door. My eyes widen in surprise at the man standing outside my apartment door.

Sporting a loose fitted blue shirt, tucked into black slacks, Kim Namjoon tucks his hands into his pants pockets and bounces anxiously while staring at the welcome mat where his feet rest. His head jerks up when he realizes I've opened the door already. His mouth opens for a few seconds before he speaks.

“Are you Anna?” He asks.

I frown, clearly remembering meeting him at the fan meet last week. I guess he's seen so many faces he forgot mine already.

“Yes..”

“Why did you come, hyung?” Jimin stands just a few feet behind me, now with the shirt from yesterday on, with a grim look on his face. I step aside, putting my back against the front door so that they can see each other.

Namjoon perks up at seeing Jimin. “Jimin, you can't just abandon your duties whenever you feel like it.” He says sternly, an authority in his voice I've never heard before.

Jimin runs his hand through his hair and looks down at his feet. He doesn't respond.

I step back, making room for Namjoon to enter. “Um..come in.” I wave my hand out beside me, as if he's about to enter a grand palace, but instead he enters a shabby cramped two bedroom apartment.

“Thank you.” He says softly to me as he walks through the threshold.

“You can take a seat, I'll get you something to drink.” I put on my grown up act to help ease the awkwardness filling the air.

Grabbing a few sodas from the fridge I head back into the living room where Jimin is now seated on the couch beside Namjoon who is closely examining a ceramic figure of an elephant that usually sits on my coffee table.

“This is all I have.” I place the cans on the glass-top table.

Namjoon jumps when I talk and almost loses grip on the figurine before I hear a faint cracking sound.

The trunk of the elephant lays broken in his palm. “Shit. Um….I'm so sorry. I-I can get you another one. Where did you buy this?” He stammers on nervously. Jimin snickers into his hand beside him.

A smile threatens to take over and I can't resist what comes out of my mouth. “It was a gift to my mother from when she visited India.” I watch as both boys’ eyes widen in shock. l and I swear I see Namjoon’s lips tremble.

“Oh my God, I….I…” he stutters.

I break out into laughter, resisting the silly urge to slap my knee at my own joke. “I'm just kidding! Don't worry, we bought it at the dollar store.”

Jimin doubles over, laughing the hardest I've seen him laugh since meeting him. Warmth fills my chest at seeing him so joyful. Namjoon on the other hand looks slightly annoyed.

“I'm sorry, that was rude of me.” I apologize to him.

“No, no. You got me good.” He finally smiles, dimples making their appearance on his tanned cheeks. “Sorry for showing up so suddenly. It's just that Jimin here, left and decided to only tell one person where he was going.” He turns to Jimin, whose face is far from the joyous one he had just moments before.

“Oh.” I sit down in the armchair perpendicular to the couch.

Jimin holds one of the unopened soda cans in his hands, running his finger along the outside rim, looking like a toddler who was just put in time out. The sight would have made me giggle if it weren't for the ache shrouding my rib cage.

Namjoon breaks the thick silence. “Why didn't you tell me what you were doing?”

Jimin sits up and places the can back on the table. “Because I knew you wouldn't have let me leave if I told you.”

“So you tell Taehyung and not me?”

“Exactly.”

Namjoon places his head in his hands, rubbing his temples. “You know we're supposed to be packing everything to go home today. You knew and you still left.”

My heart drops from its place. They are leaving today? Jimin is leaving.

Jimin looks at me, sadness covering his usually always smiling face. I avoid his eyes and stare at my lap.

“I know, hyung. But this is our last day, I had to.”

Namjoon sighs loudly. “You know that this has to stay secret, right? If the company were to find out…...if our fans were to find out. They'd eat her alive.” I gulp, knowing he's right. The few rumors that had been spread about the members dating shined some light on just how crazy some of the fan base is. I don't want to be attacked like those women were, especially by a fan base I myself am a part of. “If you guys are going to keep this up, you need to be more discreet. Anyone can follow either of you and take pictures. Please remember that.”

Jimin rubs his eyes. “I know.”

Namjoon looks directly at me. “I don't want you to think that I'm against you, because I'm not. I see how how he's been the past few days. We all have. And I support anything that brings him happiness, even if it's considered forbidden. Just, please….please be careful.”

I blink and nod my head fast. The emotions running through me, preventing me from speaking.

“Thank you, hyung.” Jimin says, remnants of shock slowly leaving his face, being replaced my admiration.

Clearing his throat, Namjoon stands up and glances between Jimin and I.

“I'll be in the car waiting, Jimin. Say your goodbyes for now.” He walks towards the door but stops to look at a picture of me and Mina, that sits on the table by the front door. He picks it up and holds it closer to his face. “Is this the girl you went to the fan meet with?”

“Umm yes.”

I swear I see his eyes sparkle. “What's her name again?”

“Mina.” I smirk at his interest in her. She'd probably pass out if she knew. The thought makes me realize just how long it's been since we last talked. I'll have to call her later. “You're her bias.” I throw in mischievously.

His head snaps towards me. “Really?” His amazed expression makes me giggle.

“Yes. You're her main squeeze.” What in the hell did I just say? I need to gain some social skills, yesterday.

He places the picture back down and opens the front door. “Make it quick.” He says, aimed at Jimin.

The door shutting sounds too loud, even though it shut normally. I grow nervous, being alone with Jimin again. Things feel tense.

Standing up I start to walk towards my room. “I'll get your stuff.”

He grabs my arm, as I walk past, and pulls me in front of him. I stand between his spread legs, his head tilted up to gaze at me.

“I'm sorry about all of this.”

If hearts could stop beating and still keep you alive, mine would do it right now. What does he mean? All of what?

“For what?” I ask hesitantly.

“For leaving like this. For not telling you. I thought I would have more time to see you before leaving.”

My chest hurts, literal pain. He's talking as if he's never coming back….as if he's never going to see me again. Panic sets in and sweat breaks out over my skin along with the annoying urge to vomit.

“I only live an hour away, so I can come visit you when I can or you can go visit me. If you want.” I remember to breath. He's not leaving me. “The comeback is in a little over a week and I'll be busy, but I promise to make time for you.” He rests his chin on my belly and gazes up at me, his glittering eyes bigger than ever.

I gaze back at his gorgeous face and feel so much relief. He wants to keep seeing me. I would have felt absolutely broken if he had left and never looked back after the night we just shared together.

The thought crosses my mind that things are moving way too fast, but my heart tells it to shut up. I run my palm up and down his face and look into his eyes until he can't stand it anymore. He grabs onto my wide hips and stands up, pressing his lips into mine bruisingly hard. My mind empties.

“Is that okay?” He asks.

“Hmm?” I question him, hungover from his intoxicating mouth. “Oh! Yes.” I smile and kiss him again but this time it's softer. Grasping the hair at the nape of his neck, I pull him in closer.

Ringing sounds from my room. Jimin grunts into my mouth and pulls away. “That's probably Namjoon.” He says kissing the corner of my mouth.

He gathers his few belongings from my room and walks back into the living room slowly. His hand finds the back of his neck and rubs relentlessly at it. Why is he so cute when he's nervous? Scratch that, why is he always so cute?

Knowing that he wants to stay in touch has me feeling happier than ever. No amount of awkwardness could ruin my mood.

“So…” he draws out. “I'll text you.”

I smile and close the distance between us. “Okay. I'll be waiting.”

He flashes me a knee-weakening smile and kisses me passionately until we're both out of breath before stepping out of the door. But not before waving goodbye like the cute little mochi that he is. 

MASTERLIST

[shamelesslyethan]

Always // Ethan Dolan Series // Part 1

Summary: Y/n and Ethan are best friends, but what will happen when after they finally break the seal? Nothing in life comes easy, and this is no exception. Y/n is faced with mountains to climb and choices to make as far as her friendship with Ethan goes, so follow her on this road of love, friendship, betrayal, and so much more. 

Warnings: None 

A/N: OMG GUYS I FINALLY FINISHED!! ALSO, today I hit 500 followers and i just want to let everyone know how grateful I am. To have people to interact with and talk to is an amazing gift and to have people read and enjoy my work makes me happier than word can explain, so thank you all and I love you dearly. Also, every part of this series is going to begin with a short poem (this one probably being the longest) and they’re important to the story in a way! I hope you all enjoy and stick with this series as i write it, thank you for reading!!! <3

Part 1 

A kiss:

Where the ever so slim gap

Between friendship and romanticism

Closes.

Intoxicated:

But not enough

To numb the beating of my heart

Or the butterflies buzzing around my stomach.

The Taste:

Of whisky on our tongues

The silver ball of his piercing

Dancing around my mouth.

Bliss:

A sheer moment

Where time stops

To live in this moment forever,

That would be enough.

“No. No.”

“Y/n?”

“Shit”

“Y/n!”

“Fuck.” I couldn’t even hear Clara talking to me, as I whispered under my breath, cursing my inability to put Saturday into words.

“Y/N!!”

I hear Clara now, but I don’t look up.

“Yes?”

“What are you doing”

“Writing.”

“What are you writing?”

“A poem.”

“What about?”

“Clara what do you need?” I closed my book and finally met my friend’s eyes. Clara didn’t actually care what I was writing about, she just wanted to annoy me enough to make me stop. Her tightly curled hair bounced as she shifted on her feet. Her dark skin contrasted her bright yellow dress and flats. Clara is the typical naturally beautiful woman everyone wants to be, her aura flowed around her and drew people in. She stood there, smiling down at me, sitting in the corner of a hall in our colleges art building, my long dark hair blanketing the sides of my face. My black leggings and long sleeve shirt with classic high top converse solidified the fact that we could not have looked any more different on that day if we had tried. Clara was hand in hand with her boyfriend of a bit over a year, Carson.

“I got you pizza. It’s in the car and you’re going to let me and Carson drive you home. You’re going to eat. And you’re going to take a nap. You haven’t slept in days and I know you already did your work so I dare you to try and fight me on this.”

“But Clar—“

“No. C’mon.”

She pulled me to my feet and I stopped fighting. I knew she only cared for me, and I knew she was right, I really hadn’t been eating or sleeping too much. I was in writing mode, and I don’t stop for much once I get there; class, homework, writing, repeat. Until Clara stopped me, every time. This would be the day I snapped back into reality for the first time since Saturday.

Tuesday, the day I came back from living in Saturday’s events.

-

Clara, Car, Ethan, and I had gone out to a small party. Ethan and I met at college orientation the summer before freshman year and we quickly grew close, due to us being so similar. Ethan is my best friend, and I would do anything for him. I even spent a whole month the summer after freshman year with him and his family. Here we are, March of sophomore year, still living in the same romantic and sexual tension we always have. We have always been the stereotypical “best friends who ignore their feelings”, and we both knew it. He was constantly outwardly jealous of anyone tried to come onto me at parties, and I stayed away from guys to keep his secret jealousy at bay. I was the same way with him, and usually he would stay away from girls as well. People grew to realize that when we went out, we went together, and that meant we were leaving together too. Physically though, all Ethan and I ever had the nerve to do was snuggle up to one another. But that isn’t too rare for best friends I guess. It was the feeling snuggling up left me with that added tension.

Clara and Carson had left the party about an hour before we were ready to, because Carson was the DD that night. The party was at a friends house out of town so we decided to catch a bus back to campus. The cold winter air made the walk extremely uncomfortable, the alcohol in my system being the only thing keeping me warm as I shivered in my nude colored skin tight dress, my heels digging into the little bit of snow that remained as spring crept around the corner. Within two minutes Ethan was pulling his oversized thrasher hoodie over his head and handing it to me.

“Ethan you don’t have to”

“Yes I do, I don’t need you dead, also I can see your nipples and I don’t need any random drunk guy seeing you like that”

I rolled my eyes at his obvious comment, pulling the large hoodie that completely covered my dress onto me.

“Thank you Ethan.”

“You’re welcome y/n, next time plan on the weather and dress accordingly would you?”

He laughed, hooking his arm around my shoulder as we tried our best not to stumble through the snow. We just made it to the bus stop as it arrived and swayed our way into two seats. The bus was mostly empty and we had at least a half hour on the road if not more. I peeled my false lashes off and threw them into my purse, handing Ethan a bottle of water for us to split. Within minutes though, I had collapsed onto his shoulder, and slept for the remainder of the trip. When I woke up, the bus was about two minutes from the dorms, and Ethan still had his arm wrapped tight around me. When we walked off the bus, we were able to walk much straighter than before. My feet ached from my shoes and the cold night, so the second we made it into the dorm building I took them off. Surprisingly my roommate was gone when I unlocked the door, so I let Ethan follow me in to say goodnight before he went to his room. Setting my purse on my bed I peeled Ethan’s warm hoodie from my body, and when I turned to face him to say goodnight, his eyes were burning into me.

In one swift motion, he took me by the hips and lifted me up onto my high bed, positioning his hips in between my thighs. My mind was too clouded to form any words, as he brushed my hair from my face without taking his eyes off of mine. I expected this tension to last, as it normally would with him hugging me and saying goodnight, but it didn’t. The thin tightrope holding us apart snapped, and his lips crashed into mine at last. The kiss was filled with passion as he slipped his tongue into my mouth, the coldness of his piercing shocking me. We melted together, but it was slow and meaningful. Nothing about the purposeful movements of our tongues and hands was rushed, and it was like air was being breathed into my lungs. Then he pulled away, smiling at me, meeting my gaze, whispering,

“Goodnight y/n”

He turned to my door, still not fully in control of his feet. I sat on my bed with my legs dangling, the sleeves of my dress falling from him pulling them down, stopping just before my boobs would have been exposed. Before Ethan shut the door I whispered back to him,

“Goodnight E”

-

I slugged my way into my dorm room, a box filled with one medium cheese pizza from my favorite Italian place in town in hand, and my *insert the heaviest sarcasm probably ever* ever so pleasant and friendly roommate Danielle was sitting at her desk with her face in a textbook. I dropped my backpack from my shoulder to the floor before tossing the pizza onto my dresser. I threw open the top, taking out one of the large slices and folding it slightly in half, taking a bite and scrolling through my phone.

“You’re going to make the room stink.”

Dani spoke in an irritated and monotone voice, which as usual I attempted to ignore.

“I’ll spray air freshener. Do you want a slice?”

“No.”

I didn’t answer. This is usually how my interactions with my roommate went, but every so often we would actually argue. We avoided being in the room together as much as possible but obviously we still share the room together. Originally I was going to live with Clara, but her and Car had decided to get a small apartment on the edge of campus so I ended up going random. Ethan lived two floors above me with his twin brother Grayson, and I frequently used their room as an escape whether it was just hanging out for a few hours or spending the night there with them.

After consuming way too much pizza, and making sure to spray it freshener around the room, I listened to the kind advice Clara had forced upon me and crawled into bed. I lifted my shirt over my head so I was left in just my leggings and black lace bralette and cuddled up under my covers. The little bit of sun that the March sky had to offer gleamed into the room but it didn’t take any time at all for me to drift off into a peaceful sleep. When I woke up, the sun had set and night had fallen despite the fact that come to find it was only 7pm. I rolled over as to no longer face my wall to see Ethan sitting on my bedside dresser, which shocked me at first, but I was not surprised. Knocking was an unheard of concept to Ethan and I. Dani had left the room, no doubt immediately after I fell asleep.

“Oh my god E what the fuck” I yawned out

“Sorry, I just wanted to hang, I didn't think you’d still be asleep. Clara did tell me you hadn’t been sleeping much.”

The room was dark around the two of us, the only light being offered was that of the walkway lamp outside my window

“..yeah, writing. You know. But now I’m one nap in so hanging out sounds great, I just have to change.”

My skin was damp and sticky with sweat, the nightmare I had plaguing my skin with its mark. I couldn’t recall most of it, but I remembered my hair falling out, and being locked in a car. It was weird, and I didn’t know why it was so frightening to my sleeping mind. I pushed myself up and out of bed, pulling my comforter over my sheets quickly before hitting on the lights. I lifted my bralette up over my head and replaced it with a loose fitting T-shirt and replaced my leggings with some black Adidas shorts. Ethan scrolled through his phone while I changed, seeming to be more careful than ever as to not look at me while I was exposed, although he had seen my naked body countless times, this seemed to feel different to the both of us. He then moved from my dresser to my bed, sitting with his back against the wall.

“So, what do you want to do?” I asked him, joining Him in my bed.

“Actually, I was hoping we could go for a walk, maybe get some ice cream? I wanted to talk.”

There was an insane amount of sincerity in his hazel eyes, contrasting the look that met my gaze on Saturday, his eyes were soft and seemed to be quizzical not knowing exactly what to say. We sat in silence for a moment and I began to nod in response,

“ Yeah.. yeah of course E. Um… I just-” I scrambled a bit, looking around my room.”I just have to change again.”

I took off the clothes I had put on minutes before, pulling on a pair of leggings and a hoodie. Ethan was laying down, his head in my pillow, looking at all of the photos on my wall, most of which were of him and I. He smiled, but something within him looked reluctant. When I was ready to go, we escaped the brick building quickly. The weather was significantly nicer than it was Saturday night, with all of the snow melted and the wind virtually nonexistent. It was finally beginning to feel a little bit like spring, although the weather could again change up at any moment. The walk to the ice cream parlor was short, and unlike the conversation in my room, we talked freely and normally which assisted in lowering my nerves slightly. I couldn’t stop thinking however, about what he wanted to talk about. I was sure it was Saturday, but I didn’t know what he was going to say at all.

When we walked in, the knowing anticipation of what was to come set in, and any appetite I had for ice cream vanished. Ethan placed his hand on my back while we stood in line, no doubt feeling the anxiety pumping through my body.

“One scoop of cookie dough in a dish please” I managed to choke out, speaking softly.

“That’s new. You never get one scoop in a dish.” Ethan looked at me as we waited. “you always get the funky flavors”

“Yeah I guess I’m just not super hungry, I ate a lot of pizza earlier.” I smile reassuringly up at him, I didn’t want him to see what was going through my mind.

Sliding into a booth, and knowing we wouldn’t be there any longer than this conversation would last, I met Ethan’s eyes and mustered up the most normalized conversational smile I could.

“So what did you want to talk about E?”

“Well I mean-“ he paused, trying to plan what would come out next. “So Saturday.”

“Yes?”

“That was kind of.. weird, wasn’t it?”

My heart sank. But I tried to remain neutral, seeing the unsureness swimming in his eyes.

“In what way do you mean?”

“Just, you know. We’re best friends. Like BEST friends. And just thinking about it the past few days has made me feel weird about it. Don’t you agree?”

The fact that he couldn’t even say the words “the kiss” took me aback. I couldn’t tell what he wanted me to say.

“Yeah…. totally. Weird. You’re right.”

My whole body ached when I allowed those words to escape my lips. A part of Ethan looked sad, another part looked relieved.

“So you think it’s like best for us to just stay best friends then. Always right? Like it doesn’t have to be weird?”

“Yeah I guess that’s for the best.. and yeah of course it won’t be weird.”

In that moment I was faced with the task of a lifetime. To move on from my feelings and continue to function in the same way as before.

After some disappointing smalltalk, we left the shop and headed back to the dorms. On the way out, I tossed my hardly touched ice cream into the trash. I was tired, both physically and emotionally. My world seemed to have lost a little bit of color in that ice cream parlor, and my lungs seemed to have lost a little air. It was only 9 o'clock, but I couldn’t wait to be unconscious, and unable to think. At my door, Ethan hugged me goodnight. He hugged me a little tighter, and it lasted a little longer. I could hear his heart beating, and I wondered if it hurt his chest like it hurt mine.

“Goodnight y/n”

“Goodnight E”

We waved as he jogged to the stairwell, and I shut my door behind me. Danielle was back, sitting in her bed, eating popcorn. I quickly got ready for bed, washing my face and brushing my teeth, changing back into what I put on before Ethan suggested we get ice cream. As I slung my hair into a bun and made eye contact with myself in the mirror, I looked different. Crawling into bed that night I felt numb, and I thought I could easily drift off.

My head hit my pillow. It smelled like Ethan. The tears finally fell.

[letholojimin]

Insecure (MYG)

“hello can i request a yoongi smut (or fluff if ya don’t do smut) where his gf is super busty (like E cup) and she’s super insecure so she always wears baggy clothes and one day it’s super hot outside and she goes in a tank and feels uncomfortable with people staring and yoongi gets jealous n they fuck for the first time so it’s all like praising”

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Requested: Yes

Themes: couple au, first time

Genre: Smut, Fluff, a little Angst

Word Count: 2,236

Summary: After months of being Yoongi’s girlfriend, it’s your first time wearing a tight top around him in public because of your insecurity about your large bust size.

SMUT WARNING

The car door closes and there’s still a tinge of red on your cheeks from the uncomfortable stares directed to your chest when you went out to the city amusement park. You’ve always felt insecure about your bust and the size of it so you always resorted to wearing baggy shirts and sweaters, layering and never trying to attract any sort of attention to yourself. At first, you thought the feeling of anxiety in public would disappear and you’d eventually be able to wear those crop tops and low cut shirts other girls did but the uncomfortable feeling never wore off. It grew on you- so wearing oversized clothes became something you did every single day of you life for nearly eight years.

Yoongi never knew about this though. He never knew how weird you felt when you didn’t wear a jacket over a smaller-than-usual top, how unusual it was for you to wear thin, short shirts without any large sweater over it. He thought you got cold easily and that you loved outerwear. He didn’t expect it to be anything near a phobia so it didn’t take him by surprise when you wore a black tank top and leggings to the park with him because he knew it was hot. It was scorching outside and the heat would be unbearable if anybody put on a second layer.

What he did notice, however, was that you would constantly cross your arms over your chest and keep them like that no matter what you were doing. Going down the stairs? Your arms were crossed. Texting with one hand? Your arms were crossed. He tried to take a selfie with you? Your arms were crossed. He decided to reserve the question for later because both of you seemed to be in a really good mood and if he probably asked or pointed it out, it might raise concerns you clearly didn’t want to bring up. 

Your converse pad along the sidewalk and he walks beside you, matching your slow, relaxed pace. At least now, your hands hand loosely at your sides and he places his palm in yours, interlocking your fingers. It’s these kinds of things that make your heart race whenever you’re with him. He may not be the most expressive person in the world but at least it shows in his actions, no matter how little. 

You get to your door and you quickly unlock it, dying to get inside and open the air-conditioner. Both of you are sweating and once you step inside, you detach your hand from his to start up the AC. You remove your shoes and he follows, heading straight into your living room. You set the remote and within seconds, cooler air engulfs the space around the two of you. You take a seat beside him, sighing.

“Mind telling me why you had your arms crossed all day today? Did anybody piss you off or something, babe?” He asks, starting a conversation between you two. You shake your head and lean back. “Don’t worry, nothing’s up.” 

With this, he raises an eyebrow and shrugs. “If you say so.” He enters your kitchen and comes back with two glasses of water. “But at least tell me why you were blushing the whole time we were there. I doubt there was anyone worthy of blushing on in that area except me, anyway.” 

He hands you your glass and he drinks up while waiting for your reply. “Yoongi…” your voice trails off.

“I just felt… uncomfortable, alright?” 

That makes him even more confused. “Did anybody say anything, did something happen?”

“Nothing happened, okay? I already told you that.” 

“Then why did you feel like that?”

Silence. 

You debate whether you should tell him or not. It was a useless thing, a paranoid thought that was stuck in your mindset and he might judge you for it. But just before you could think about what you could change the topic to, he breathes out a few words and places his arm around you and staring at you straight in the eyes.

“You can tell me anything, Y/N.”

And so you explain how awkward it was to grow up with guys staring at the large chest you had in middle school, how physical education was never fun because of your heavy as hell front, how you hated wearing revealing clothes because it would be middle school all over again. You told him you hated yourself for having that kind of body, for not being confident about yourself and for ranting to him about what you felt because it was probably none of his concern. 

“None of my concern?” He asks, voice strained because he felt so bad about not having noticed any of this sooner. “We’ve been together for months now and I didn’t realize any of this- I’m so sorry, baby girl.” 

There’s a frown on his lips and he cradles you closely, peppering your face with kisses. “I love you so much.” These are his words before he finally connects your lips. Both of you are burning with passion and love for each other and so both of you deepen the kiss. It gets heated really quickly until the two of you are making out on your couch.

“Yoongi,” you break away, panting. “My room.” 

He understands and quickly captures your lips in his once again, having your legs around his waist as he carries you to your bedroom. He opens the door and closes it and places you on the bed gently after. He stops, gasping for air as he hovers above you. His pupils are dilated and he knows he’s in danger- a little more of you will make him lose all control because he’s addicted to you. You’re his one and only drug.

Your hand reaches up his shirt and your fingers run along the side of his torso before you flip him over, latching your lips on his neck. “Fuck.” He groans deeply which edges you on. It’s getting way too hot again and so you reach down to the hem of your shirt, taking it off. 

“What are you doi-” He is cut off once you unclasp your bra and leave yourself exposed in front of him. “You’re so beautiful, baby.” He whispers and his eyes trail to your boobs- the one part of your body you’re so insecure about. You get off him though, and begin to cover yourself because what the hell were you thinking anyway? It was his first time to see you bare ever and his bulge was becoming more prominent by the second. 

“No, no, no. Don’t hide from me. You’re absolutely gorgeous.” He gets up to sit beside you and you shy away even more. “Y/N. I love you so much, okay? Don’t forget that. You are perfect.” He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear as you turn to face him and he takes your hands, placing them down your sides for him to see you.

“Oh god, you’re exquisite.”

You take him by surprise when you fall back on the bed and attempt to take his shirt off this time- want and need for him beginning to cloud all your thoughts. “Yoongi, I want you.”

His eyes grow wide when he realizes what you just said and then he gulps. “Are you sure?” 

Without hesitation, you reply. “I am.”

Upon hearing those words, he lets you take off his shirt and places his lips on your collarbones while both of you work on removing each other’s bottoms. He swiftly pulls down your leggings along with your underwear and you unbutton his jeans, pushing them down his toned thighs. When he breaks free of your neck, both of you take the time to admire each other- it’s the first time you’ve ever been naked around each other and this is the most intimate experience you’ve ever shared yet.

He goes down your body until his head is situated in between your thighs, cold breath on your core. “Yoongi please- do something.” You pant, impatient. 

He chuckles lightly before placing his lips on your clit and his fingers teasing your hole. You moan out as your back arches up, pleasure seeping through your veins immediately. You can feel the smirk on his lips as you lock your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly at the roots. You’re reduced to a moaning mess under his touch and he loves every bit of it. 

Soon after, one of his fingers enter your hole and you gasp, your other hand fisting the sheets in ecstasy. Yoongi’s lips detach from your nub and his other hands makes its’ way to your chest. He massages your boobs while starting to thrust his middle finger into you in a steady pace. “God, you drive me insane, Y/N!” He shouts, seeing how fucked out you are and how beautiful you are in your state. “You’re my everything.” 

With this you push the hand on your core away and touch his shoulder. “I need you now, Yoongi. Please.” 

Who was he to deny you any further? He aligns his tip to your opening and the head on your entrance, coating his top in your juices. “You’re dripping.” With this, he slowly inches his cock into you, both of you nubivagant. He continues until he’s balls deep in your warmth and he groans out. “So tight.”

He waits for you to adjust and when you give him the go signal, he begins to thrust into you, hands holding your hips. Both of you moan loudly, so caught up in the pleasure you feel. Your hands are on his back, nails digging into his skin. He starts to pick up the pace and before you know it, you’re full-on screaming out his name. “Fuck! Harder, Yoongi!” 

Everything else has disappeared around you, all you can feel is his length filling you up completely with every thrust and before you know it, he flips you around and tells you to get on your hands and knees. You obey, and when he fucks you this time, he reaches you deeper than before and your walls clench around him when he hits a certain spot that makes you lose yourself completely. “Right there, fuck!” 

His fingers dig into your hips and at this point, his hips are slamming into you rapidly, his thrusts insanely swift at this point. “You feel so good around my cock, shit!” He says, reaching over to whisper in your ear. When he begins to abuse your spot and make you scream, he nibbles on your earlobe. “Such a good girl for me, baby. You like being fucked like this, huh?” 

You can only offer broken replies and moans as a response as he grips your right breast in his hand. His thrusts are even harder and faster now and you know you’re going to release anytime. “Babe, I’m going to come, ugh, god!”

When he hears you say this, he leaves you completely and your forehead scrunches up as you turn to face him. “What the fuck, Yoongi?” He smirks, and lies down on the bed as you look down at his mischievous expression. “Ride me.”

His two words are enough to bring you back in to the mood and within seconds you align yourself to his tip again and sink down, your dry lips parting and your eyes rolling back. You don’t waste anymore time though and soon you’re bouncing up and down on his hips with his hands guiding you. 

However you truly lose it when he meets your hips with his and both of you are fucking each other into tomorrow. Your g-spot is being hit relentlessly once again and a muffled cry bubbles in your throat. You swear there is are tears in your eyes from how good you feel and when your boyfriend places his middle and pointer fingers on your clit, you can’t even warm him before you release. 

It’s hard and intense and you swear all you see is white from how strong your orgasm was. You can feel his length twitch inside you as he attempts to ride you out as best as he can. Not long after, you’re coming down from your high while you let him continue to fuck you for him to get off. It gets too much though. You’re too sensitive and you swear you can’t take any more. Not right after at least, so you get off and lie down, telling him to get up. He’s not sure of what to do until you point to your boobs and clutch them together. 

He catches on and slips his cock in between your breasts. “You’re so dirty for me…” You keep your eyes open and stare up at him and soon after, he releases. His cum is all over your face and hair so he gets up to go and get tissues from your bathroom and he wipes you clean gently. 

There’s a smile on both of your lips after he disposes of the tissues and he lies down beside you once again. His arms engulf you in a tight embrace and he places a long, loving kiss on your lips. 

“I love you, Y/N.” he whispers, his raspy voice thick with drowsiness. 

“I love you too, Yoongi.”

Okay this is my first smut ever here and I hope you like this @baekhyun-trash!!! i didn’t expect this to be so long but i kinda got carried away and i didnt recheck this or whatever so sorry for typos <3 reblog this if you liked it and hit me up if you have any requests i will now bathe in holy water bye (gif not mine also, cto)

[onceuponaprime]

Prompt: Drautos reading/quoting his favourite poem/quote to Cor.

Sorry this prompt took 40 years but I’m not much of a poet and didn’t take the easy way out so yeah… This is sappy romantic but how could it not be?Also the smut sort of happened oopsSo yeah rated E on this one 

Cor’s room is the same as it has been, but Titus looks around out of habit all the same. A soft green cover on the bedside table catches his attention, and he pulls away from the insistent kisses Cor keeps pressing against his neck to get a better look. Familiar words line the cover and he can’t help his curiosity. It steals his attention from the man in his arms easily.

“What is it?”

“Markena and the Great Poets of Eos,” Titus reads aloud as he steps fully away and reaches for the book. It’s a newer copy of the old classic, not like the one he had back home, but there’s an odd comfort from feeling it in his hand, like he can pretend his life is as simple as it was when he first read it.

“Oh, that,” Cor says, coming to stand beside him. “Just something to read before bed, Monica said it would do me some good. Are you familiar with it?” Titus hums, leafing through the pages delicately. Maybe it’s the shock of seeing the old book again but Titus feels open about the subject, his usual guard gone for now, and he doesn’t care to get it back.

“Very, I used to read it constantly when I was a boy. Barshel was my favorite,” he pauses, the memories stinging suddenly. “I haven’t read it in years, I lost my copy when I was eighteen.” Not a complete lie, in truth it had simply been left behind with everything else when he’d stepped onto that Niflheim ship. Titus shakes his head, he won’t think about that now.

“Barshel?”

“He wrote poems about chivalry and fantastical things, love and war, the sort of stories boys read when they’re still young enough to believe them.”

“I never took you for a romantic,” Cor teases, sitting on the edge of the bed near the table and looking up at him with humor dancing in his eyes.

“We’ve all got our secrets.”

“Fair enough,” Cor snorts. “Maybe you can give me a recommendation, I’m not very far, really I didn’t even know where to start. Do you have a favorite for me to try?”

Titus flips back to where a simple bookmark holds Cor’s place on one of Markena’s sonnets and thinks. His suggestions leave him when Cor moves to sit with his back against the headboard, feet crossed at the ankles, the lamp beside him casting a warm glow on his bare chest. Suddenly he remembers why they were here in the first place, and it definitely wasn’t reading. Book still in hand he gets one knee on the bed, nudging Cor’s thighs apart until he can rest his weight between them, flipping through the pages until he finds what he’s looking for.

“How about this,” he says, free hand splaying over Cor’s stomach as his eyes flick over the once familiar words. “Warmth beneath my eager hand,” he reads aloud, tracing his hand up. Cor shudders beneath him.

“Trying to seduce me with poetry? That’s new,” he chuckles breathily, cheeks already dusting with pink.

“Well it seems to be working,” Titus replies, circling a nipple with his thumb before moving on to the next line. “My lips leave a scorching brand against skin like honey beneath my tongue.” He drops his head against Cor’s collarbone and licks, sucking the pale skin there just shy of leaving a mark. Cor arches beneath him, gasping at the touch. “Touch like fire tracing down, until I take him in my hand.” His fingers slip beneath the waistband of Cor’s sweatpants and a soft moan leaves Cor as Titus wrap his fingers around his cock. “Velvet soft and hard as stone.” He tightens his grip and Cor claws at his shoulders.

“Drautos,” Cor pants, practically squirming beneath his touch. “Stop teasing.”

“I haven’t gotten to the best part,” he says, not letting up on his torturous touch and grinning all the while.

“Drautos,” Cor warns, a mix between a growl and a mewl, and oh what a sound that is.

“So impatient.” He looks back at the book in his hand, committing the rest to memory before setting it aside. He pulls away it’s only to tug Cor’s pants down his legs and remove his own, getting what he needs from the bedside drawer before he leans close, lips almost pressed to Cor’s ear. His hands ready and tease as he recites the rest in a whisper, and when they finally come together Cor cries out and the rest of the poem is forgotten as limbs shift and tangle and Titus fucks him into the mattress.

After, they lay sated side by side, and Titus doesn’t flinch away when Cor draws absent patterns against his chest. Just this once, he tells himself, the same mantra he’s come to use more and more when it comes to the man beside him. Just this once he’ll allow such intimacy. He doesn’t let himself think about it too much, lets himself stay in the now and ignores the future.

“You never told me what your favorite poem was,” Cor muses, breath tickling his shoulder.

“I was distracted.” He can’t fully shrug, but the short movement is there and Cor hums in amusement.

“Do you remember it?” He shifts his weight to look down at Cor, arm still trapped beneath his head. Their eyes meet, and Titus looks away, in part to break the spell, and in part to call the old words to him.

“It used to be some poem about a knight when I was a boy. That changed after…” He pauses, doesn’t elaborate, but Cor’s silence is understanding, and he continues. “Hm, how did it start? Calm? No.” He looks back at Cor, and the look in his eyes makes the words come easy, and he hardly falters. Eyes closing only to focus, he recites the poem, only stumbling a bit.

“Docile dreams on waking brings a peace which isn’t mine.A wish like summer, warm and fleeting, gone when given time. It tells me then, the wind the breeze, how foolish be my dreams.For that which fades is always gentle,And that which stays is hard as stoneI myself shall ever linger, weathering the greatest storms. And if my heart shall falter. I will soldier on. For that is what I am,And there is nothing beyond.”

He falls silent, tongue suddenly leaden in his mouth, and turns his head away. He’s left himself raw and exposed, but his urge to run clashes with the comfort so he remains still.

“I can see why you like it,” Cor says, voice quiet and thoughtful, and Titus looks back at him to see a new strange look in his eyes. “It reminds me of you.” A hand comes up so fingers can thread through his short hair, and Cor’s thumb brushes the corner of his scruffy jaw. “Sad, but deeper than that, more…” Cor trails off, swallows, and tightens the grip in his hair.

He opens his mouth, and Titus silences him with a deep and probing kiss, refusing to hear Cor’s answer, afraid of what he’d do. Instead they kiss, back to their typical harsh passion, and his head swirls with things left unsaid, and the poetry that could describe his foolish wants and whims, and the feel of Cor’s body beneath his.

[fanficsofmine]

Cold Front

DON’T LET THE NAME FOOL YOU. THIS IS A STEAMY STORY. SO, YES. SMUTTY SMUT AHEAD.

Characters: ReaderxSehun 

The fireplace I was sat near popped and crackled loudly. Despite the heat it provided, I shivered and pulled my quilt around my body tighter. The power in my house had gone out due to a huge winter storm, and we were waiting for it to be fixed. I wanted to grab my cup of cocoa from the coffee table next to me, but was unwilling to expose my hand to the frigid air around me.

Sehun walked around the corner and let out a full laugh that echoed through the house.

“You look absurd,” he said to me, lovingly.

I had taken my cover and wrapped it around my head. I assumed that I looked similar to a grumpy toddler who constantly carried a blanket with them.

"This weather is bullshit.” I pouted and made Sehun laugh again.

"You know, there are ways to stay warm other than fires and blankets,” he smirked at me and winked at his insinuation.

"Oh Sehun. If you, for one second, think that I am going to undress for sex when it is this cold, you are a moron.” I tightened my grip on my blanket and furrowed my brow at him.

"I’m absolutely offended by your accusation, yeobo,” he put his hand on his chest and gasped dramatically, “I simply want to hold you and protect you from this terrible, biting cold!” He started toward me and reached for the quilt to open it up, but I squeezed it tighter.

"NO! You can’t make me come out of my warm home!” I laughed, despite being cold and miserable.

"I didn’t say you had to come out of there! I just wanted IN,” Sehun playfully struggled with me and ended up defeated. He let out a sigh, and then resorted to just picking me up as a lump in my blanket. I wriggled in protest, and ended up being tossed onto the couch.

In our struggle, I must have loosened my grip, causing him to, in the end, be able to open my covers and slide in on top of me.

He wasted no time in continuing his flirting. His lips met my neck, causing a shiver to flow down my body that was completely unrelated to the cold.

"Sehun!” I gasped, but in a tone of pleasure and surprise as opposed to incredulity at being exposed to the cold.

His goofy tone changed to a tone of seduction as he leaned to my ear and whispered, “let me keep you warm baby.”

Our lips met and we let our tongues dance as his hands started up the inside of my sweater.

"I can’t believe you still wear this silly EXO sweater from before we met,” he said in-between kisses.

"Don’t lie,” I managed to get out, “it turns you on when you see me wearing it with your name and number on the back.”

He smiled and nodded, not bothering to argue with me as he proceeded to take it off of me. I put up no struggle as I raised my arms and let my upper body be hit with bitter air, only to be quickly covered again by Sehun’s body. Our skin met where he had quickly removed his shirt as well.

His body heat radiated through me. His fingertips gently grazed the edge of my bra, teasing the skin below the material. My breath hitched in my throat when he moved his hand from my bra down to my pant line. His mouth moved from my lips to my neck, down to my collar bone where he started nibbling.

I felt him pull at my sweatpants band. He was growing anxious, in a metaphorical and, quite literal, sense of the word. I felt his hips grind down on me and his growing package pressed against me, making me more horny than he had already made me.

I pushed back against him, hinting at my present desire. I wanted him inside of me immediately. He smirked and whispered, “slow down, sweetheart. All in good time.”

"I don’t want to wait. Don’t pull away from me.” I practically growled at him and wrapped my hands around his neck to pull him back down onto me. I was craving contact with him. My body ached to press against his in any spot that I was able to.

Sehun unlatched my hands and pinned them down at my sides. His long arms held onto my wrists as he slowly moved his mouth down my body. He left love bites in random places on my skin. I groaned with pleasure as he marked me.

He finally released my hands in order to remove my sweatpants. He kept his face close and nipped at my hip bones and drifted his hot breath across my panties. I ran my hands through his hair and looked down at him between my legs. The sight in itself made me wetter.

He pulled my underwear down at an excruciatingly slow pace while maintaining eye contact with me. He knew the teasing was going to make me crazy, and I threw my head back in frustration and let out a groan. “Please. I want to feel you.” I looked back down at him at the exact moment his mouth made contact with my clit. His tongue flattened against me and, as he licked up, I felt a shock of pleasure course through my body.

"Sehun. Oh my god,” was all that I was able to say. He moved his tongue skillfully through my folds. He then put all of his mouth’s focus on my clit as he stuck a finger inside of me and curled it up. I began to buck my hips slightly as I started to lose control as my orgasm built quickly.

With his right hand occupied by being inside of me, he used his left to hold my hips down so that he could maintain control of my body. His fingers pressed into my skin. Every touch he landed on me, no matter what type, send shocks through me.

I pulled his hair slightly to bring him even more onto me. He let out a slight moan of pleasure knowing the effect that he had on me, and the vibration of the hum from his moan was the final factor that led to my undoing.

My orgasm rippled through me. I was left gasping for breath; my hands clenched onto the couch cushions tightly.

Sehun came up from between my legs and rubbed his thumb across his lips to wipe his mouth. Before I had time to fully recover, he had taken his boxer briefs off and moved me so that I was straddling him.

I demanded the control this time. I used my position to assert my dominance. I hovered over him and I aggressively pulled his hair to one side, exposing his neck a little bit more. I put my lips on the side of his throat and lined his neck, jaw line, and collar bone with kisses.

I lined him up with my entry, and slid down slightly. He let out a gasp when I started down. When I pulled off quickly, he looked at me, disappointed.

"You are cruel,” he whispered.

"You love it,” was my response. I fully lowered myself onto him and let him fill me completely.

Sehun let out a deep growl and buried his face into my neck. I knew that I would regret the hickey he was putting on me when I had to get ready for work the next day, but, for the time being, it simply fueled my fire more.

I began rocking my hips. I started out slow, and then quickly began to increase my speed. Sehun’s hands traced my sides and then wrapped around my back. I felt his nails dig in my skin.

I had never been shy about sex. I wasn’t one to hook up with every random stranger I met, but I had also experienced my fair share of partners.

The night I met Sehun, he had not even been my initial interest. I had actually ended up leaving the party with his friend, Jun-myon; a fact that Sehun knew.

Sex with Sehun was always on a completely different level than any other time I been with anyone else. It was passionate. He treated every touch as though it was meticulously planned. He planted his kisses with precision. With Sehun, sex felt like making love every time.

Today’s sex was just as intense as every other time seemed to be, yet every single time felt new. There was an adrenaline pumping, addiction forming rush that caused my body to react like a magnet to him. An attraction not to be broken.

I saw Sehun’s closed eyes tighten, and I became aware that he was close to his orgasm. His grip tightened firmly on me. I felt his breathing get more ragged, and he bucked his hips up more, taking some of the work, speed and control out of my court. Knowing that I was the cause of his satisfaction was an indulgence of mine.

The knowledge that you are capable of causing feelings of intense joy in a person you love is like a drug. I wanted to draw the sex out longer. I wanted to please him in different ways.

I felt my orgasm building, however, and knew that I would be unable to make this last longer. My body tightened around him. I drew his name out as I felt both of us release.

I pressed my forehead against his as we both stayed, neither of us breaking apart, attempting to pace our breathing again. I lifted my lips to his forehead and pressed a soft kiss. Sehun moved his head to my shoulder and pressed it there. He ran his hands down my spine.

As our cores cooled, we became aware again of the lack of heat in the home. We separated finally. We cleaned ourselves up and got dressed again. Once we were put back together, we laid down on the couch.

Sehun wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tight against his chest. I could feel the pace of his breathing and it was enough to eventually soothe me into a warm, deep sleep.

End.