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skzoologist · 1 year ago

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Hii! How are you? Congrats on 100 again! You deserve that and much more,

So for the event I would like to request the prompt "Awh, but come oooon, he's sooo cuute!" ☕🧋,

Human!SKZ and Faerie!Bae

(Focused on Bae, Jisung, Chan, Minho pls)

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word count: ~1.4k

warnings: none

genre: fluff, crack

a/n: When you dropped this off, I already knew how it would play out instantly, the scene vivid in my head. The concept itself is cute, and I like how it turned out! I can only hope you'll like it too, and thank you for taking part of the event, it means a lot 💜 I only just now noticed that somehow my banner completely, on accident, matches with your requested members. My preferences are showing I think- 💀

Please let me know if I left a warning or anything out, I will add it in! Reblogs, likes and feedback are greatly appreciated!

!I don't condone anyone stealing my work and posting it anywhere without my permission, or feeding it to AI!

!This is just fiction, my interpretation of Stray Kids. By no means is this how they are and how they behave in real life!

It was a chilly autumn day, the sunshine playfully bouncing off the vibrantly-coloured leaves and the morning dew that briefly stopped there for a quick break. And while the wind had a certain, cold bite to it, Bae was still drawn out of his little hut that was carefully nestled between branches, perfectly out of view, no matter from which angle you tried to look at it.

Of course it was well-hidden, faerie folk was only a thing of legends and myths amongst the circle of humans.

With a sleepy yawn and a little rub at his eyes, he grabbed his bag and tossed it across his shoulder, smoothing out his now slightly wrinkled clothes. His kind had always been careful about their looks, never wanting to look anything less than their best. That was why Bae’d put on his favourite pieces, the glittering fabric loosely hugging his form and granting an almost ethereal glow to it.

After one last look in the mirror and double-checking his bag’s contents, he unfurled his translucent wings and took off, into the vast city of humans.

It didn’t take long for Bae to arrive, despite his tiny stature and the distance he had to cross over. That might have been because he loved to sneak into the place regularly and just quietly observe these exceedingly unique and different creatures, especially if you compared them to the ones living in the forest.

The streets were always busy and lively, even at night, lit up by all kinds of lamps and lights. That was his favourite time to just sit down somewhere, concealed, and to simply soak in the different sounds and feelings. Hours would go by quickly, as he either just watched, or even drew into his little sketchbook, the sky desperately wishing to shine its stars through the smog-filled atmosphere.

Regularly was Bae joined by an animal or two, the creatures more easily sensing him, even through his concealing magic. He didn’t mind, of course not, the fluffy friends never harbouring ill intent. If anything, they wanted his body heat and gentle scratches, enjoying the sensation of his hands gliding through their fur or feathers, only happier by the glitter that’d usually gotten left behind.

And just as he was watching the sun fully rise, a cat purring and putty in his hands, he’d heard voices. Quite loud ones at that, sounding a bit distressed on the empty streets.

Given how Bae’d decided to stop at a relatively empty place, surrounded by more nature than the others, it immediately drew his attention in. The shout he’d first heard sounded almost pained, sensitive ears able to pinpoint the emotions hidden inside even from far away.

Wanting to investigate, because it both intrigued him and somehow simultaneously pulled at his heartstrings, he petted the cat’s head a final time and bid it a silent farewell. An appreciative meow could be heard in response, pulling a small smile onto Bae’s lips as he was carefully flying down towards the distraught sounds.

The closer he got, the clearer it became that yes, something really must have happened, because someone sounded like they were on the verge of tears, only something fragile preventing their tears from falling.

The faerie’s eyes landed on a trio of boys; one cradling his leg, one assisting him, and the last one kneeling beside them in blind panic. Surprisingly, it wasn’t the seemingly injured one who was now openly crying, instead the kneeling boy’s face was glistening with rivers of tears, apologies endlessly flying out of his mouth, no matter how much he was gently hushed and comforted.

Taking a seat on a tree branch right above them, Bae folded his delicate wings and watched, trying to make sense of the situation.

The problem seemed to be an injured ankle, the one who sported the injury quiet, merely grimacing in pain. His hair shared the same shade as an oak tree’s bark, the strands hiding dark eyes beneath. The one who was trying his best to help had curly hair that shined in a similar colour, although this one was more akin to a pine tree’s skin, deeper and duller. His lips were pulled down, sadness residing in his own chocolate orbs, despite the serious aura that veiled him.

And the last one…

Well, he looked like he was about to have a panic attack, chestnut hair gripped between shaky fingers, pulled from their residence.

Normally, Bae would do nothing in a situation like this, after all, his kind was hunted and kept as pets, and that was only the best possible scenario. It wasn’t his problem, he had nothing to do with it, and yet…

And yet, he found himself flying down, concealing magic slowly unfurling and revealing his tiny, softly glowing form.

The faerie all but ignored everyone and their reactions, his goal to erase the root of the problem, nothing more. Bright light surrounded him, the intricate patterns in his wings shining with the same, deep blue shade as magic pulsed through his veins, concentrated into his hands. He carefully touched the injured limb, hovering above it for only a few seconds, the injury now gone in the blink of an eye.

Tired after the sudden use of healing magic, he let himself flutter down onto the silent male’s leg, letting out a muted sigh there.

“Did you really somehow luck out and get a faerie, a mythical creature, to help you out with your sprained ankle, Minho?” - the curly haired boy asked, disbelief clearly written on his face.

The previously injured boy, presumably Minho, just nodded, stunned into silence with his mouth left slightly agape. The third boy was in a similar state, doe eyes just widely staring at Bae, unmoving.

Right until he suddenly seemed to have come back to his senses, hugging Minho in relief and sobbing into his shoulder with another string of apologies. With the male being jostled, Bae was forced to fly up from his resting place, not happy about it at all. As if sensing this, the curly haired boy looked at him with an apologetic gaze, enough to ease Bae’s temper magically.

It was weird, how Bae felt drawn in by these people, humans at that. Almost like they were a safe place, something he’d been looking for all these countless years ago. As if they were a part of what he’d been searching for all this time, visiting cities throughout human history. He didn’t have an answer to this mystery, and probably wouldn’t have one for a good while. But what he did know was that he didn’t feel the urge to hide again, to conceal himself and erase their memories of their meeting.

While he’d been deep in thought, the boys started talking, quick glances thrown his way.

“So, Channie hyung, can we keep him?” - it was the doe eyed boy, excitement rolling off of him in waves, now that the problem seemed to have been solved. “Naur, absolutely not, Sungie! You’re talking about a faerie over here, we can’t just keep him!” - the curly haired boy, Channie, answered back, a deep sigh leaving him as he pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers. "Awh, but come oooon, he's sooo cuute!" - those dark eyes widened impossibly more, a pout taking its place on the boy’s face. “Naur! Sungie, we really don’t w– Minho, take that faerie out of your shirt’s pocket. Right this instant.” “I dunno what you might be talking about.” “You damn well know what I’m talking about.” “But he looks so cosy in there, doesn’t he?” “He could fly out if he wanted to, Hyung, just sayin’.”

With the biggest sigh, Channie, seemingly their leader, threw his hands into the air and muttered something about kids and how he would go bald at this rate. The other two, Minho and Sungie, celebrated, the former giving the faerie a candy he’d just unwrapped.

Content and happy with his place, Bae remained there, munching on the strawberry-flavoured candy as he let himself be taken away, knowing he wouldn’t come into harm’s way. It was a gut feeling, one that only strengthened with each smile sent his way, or with another snack gently held at the entrance of the pocket.

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32bitterra · 8 months ago

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Kirby & The Amazing Mirror turns 20 today. I drew a little something to commemorate it.

Sentimental old person rambling under the cut.

Amazing Mirror is my favorite video game, and it is one of my earliest video game memories. I played it before my sister was born, and before I could even READ. I distinctly remember calling it "Rock Hat Game" (referring to the stone ability) before my mother corrected me. For those unaware, the unique thing about this Kirby game is that the game lets you explore the Mirror World and beat the bosses in whichever order you want. This game was full of mystery to me as a child. This was before I had internet so I couldn't just look anything up. I was always wondering what I would find next. I spent HOURS trying to find rooms I hadn't been in yet, believing they held the most incredible secrets (a child's imagination is very powerful.) I believe I got my first glimpses of the final boss when I was around five or six years old. I remember Dark Meta Knight frightened me because of how fast he moved, but I loved the music that played when you fought him, so I'd leave the game paused just to hear it (too frightened to unpause it or else Dark Meta Knight would whoop my ass lol. Does anyone else remember holding the GBA speaker up to your ear to hear the music? I remember listening to the Candy Constellation theme like this.) Something this game is infamous for are the NUMEROUS times you have to beat the final boss, Dark Mind. I managed to get to his second-to-last phase, the giant eye, when I was six or seven or so. If I had to beat his first form four times, I wondered just how far it would go. I distinctly remember having a dream that some sort of mouse boss emerged from the eye (funnily enough, I got Squeak Squad for Christmas when I was nine.) I beat Amazing Mirror when I was eight years old. It was a Friday afternoon, and I was so excited to finally beat the game that my legs went numb lol. Fast forward a little to when I was twelve or so, I started trying to get 100% completion. This involves entering every room and getting every treasure. I know this game like the back of my hand now. When I was thirteen, I wanted to see how quickly I could beat it after watching speedruns. I can beat it 100% pretty quickly now. It's a game I like to play for my friends because I can beat it quickly and without dying.

The drawing above hardly begins to fully encapsulate how much I love the game, and I struggled trying to think of a drawing that could truly show my appreciation. In the end, I went for something rather simple. Emerald is my favorite spray paint color, but if you asked younger-me, I would have answered "Ocean." I was totally obsessed with finding all the spray paint colors, and I remember turning the game off and on to switch the colors to see how they'd look with the UFO ability. If anyone has read this far, tell me what your favorite spray paint color in Amazing Mirror is in the tags if you'd like! Also, the level backgrounds are absolutely beautiful in this game. They look like paintings, and I wonder if any high quality, non-GBA-compressed versions exist. The light blue Peppermint Palace background is my favorite (it's also my header.) Let me know what your favorite level and/or level background is as well. I'm gonna wrap this up because I've went on for too long blurting my guts out over a GBA game. I still feel like I've barely scratched the surface about all I love about this game. I will not be making this kind of long-winded rambling a habit though lol.

#kirby #kirby and the amazing mirror #happy 20th anniversary to this game #that feels weird to say this isnt right it cant be 20 noo that means im old #this uses colors only from the emerald kirby palette #beyond doodles #2024

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bus-stop-to-kpop · 2 years ago

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Kingdom Reaction #3 - Valentines Date

Requested?: No

Word Count: between 210 - 270 each

A/N: Valentines Day is almost over but I still want to post this. Hope you like it :)

Happy Valentines Day (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) ~Admin J

Dann: Dinner Date

Dann invites you over for Dinner, promising to cook all your favorite foods. You can tell he's trying hard by how the table is already set up when you arrive. A new white tablecloth, scented candles and rose petals spread around it.

A promising scent is filling the air as you follow him to the kitchen. It's kind of funny seeing him rush around the kitchen making sure everything is going well, it's hard not to lose track of things in this kind of rush.

"Dann you already added salt to that one." You stop him from pouring salt into one of the pots. "Oh." He scratches his neck kind of embarrassed about his mistake. Honestly he's not a great cook but he wanted to try his best for you. "Let me help." You give him an assuring smile before taking the wooden spoon out of his hand and starting to stir the sauce.

Even though Dann wants to protest in the beginning you tell him it's way more fun to cook together than just watching him, so he gives in eventually and the two of you start preparing dinner side by side.

"Put this on. We don't want your clothes to get dirty. You look really pretty by the way." He helps you put on an apron over your outfit adding in a compliment he forgot to give you earlier because he was too focused on cooking.

In the end the two of you got to enjoy the delicious food you made together, the candles on the table slowly burning down as the evening moves on.

Arthur: Cinema Date

Arthur would be very sneaky about it, at first telling you he's busy with work there's no way he could schedule a Valentines Date. But that's just Arthur being the little tease he is, because he knows fully well he's gonna show up at your door later to pick you up for a surprise date.

You're shocked to see him standing there with a cheeky smile holding out a bouquet of flowers to you. At first you consider giving him the cold shoulder for making you sad about not seeing him on Valentines Day but the flowers are so pretty you give in.

"I thought you didn't have time for me?" You pouted as you took the flowers from his hand to put them in a vase. "You know I always have time for you." Arthur pulls you into a hug lightly swaying you from side to side.

"Look what else I got!" He pulls out two movie tickets from his pocket with a bright smile. You excitedly jumped, the last few weeks you had been telling him about how you wanted to go to the cinema again, since it's been quite a while.

Honestly you couldn't care less about what kind of movie you were watching. You were just happy you had Arthur right next to you, sharing popcorn and occasionally sneaking glances at each other, smiling like fools when your eyes met.

The original disappointment of thinking you had to spent Valentines Day alone completely forgotten.

Mujin: Painting Date

Mujin would want to do something artsy, at the end of the date he wants to have something he can look at and remember how much fun he had. So he takes you out to paint.

You're supposed to paint something that reminds you of him, just as he will paint what reminds him of you, but somehow you have no idea how to start. There are so many things that come to mind when you think of Mujin.

"Don't look!", Mujin screeches hiding his painting from your sight line. You laugh at his behavior, he's cute and now you're really curious about his painting.

You start your drawing by adding colors that remind you of Mujin and then using all your creativity to make shapes out of them. As you're starting to get really focused you're suddenly distracting by something wet on your arm.

Mujin is giggling at your surprised expression as you admire the little heart he drew with blue paint. "Oh you're gonna get that back." Dipping your pen into the red paint in front of you you draw a matching heart on his arm, he doesn't complain about it, he thinks it's cute you're matching now.

When you finally show your paintings to each other, your mesmerized by Mujin's painting. It's so pretty. Mujin thinks the same way about yours, as he looks at it with admiration. He'll definitely put this close to his bed so he can see it every morning.

Louis: Arcade Date

He wants to have a lot of fun with you, so he takes you to an arcade. No matter what kind of game it is he'll definitely try it out with you.

"I can't believe I lost again." Louis whines as he puts down the little plastic gun. You laugh patting his back to cheer him up. Your score significantly higher than his. "There's something wrong with the gun." He complains only making you laugh harder as you lead him away to a different kind of game.

The next game you play is a dancing game and suddenly Louis forgot all about his frustration of losing to you before as he mercilessly beats you at dancing. Even breaking the high score of the machine.

You play all kinds of other games before deciding it's finally time to go home. But you're not making it far as you stop just around the corner at a little claw machine. The little puppy plushies inside are too cute to ignore.

"They look like you." You point out to Louis who doesn't really see the resemblance but he can tell how much you want one of them and the way you excitedly hug him when he makes it after many tries is enough for him to forget about all the money he just spend.

Ivan: Café Date

You're going to your favorite café, which is holding an event for couples. Not only do you get a discount but you can also take Valentines Day themed pictures at the small photo booth they put up, plus they added some special foods and drinks for the event.

"Do you want to have the strawberry?" Ivan offers you the strawberry from his chocolate tart. You lean forward so he can feed it to you. Ivan's cheeks are glowing red a little embarrassed from the pda, but everyone else around you was busy with their own partners so what was the big deal?

Your eyes light up as you take the first sip of your drink "Oh my god! It's so good! You have to try this." You hold out the drink to him so he takes a little sip from the straw pointing towards him.

Ivan's heart skips a beat and he's unsure if it's because of the indirect kiss or because the drink really is as good as you told him.

The effect even small actions like this have on him flusters him, but it's also exciting and he hopes you have many more of these moments together, as he happily watches you dig into your own tart after offering him a bite as well.

Hwon: Animal Café Date

He takes you to an animal café. Deciding on the bunny one for this day. As soon as you walk through the door, both of you are gushing about the cuteness of the small animals hopping around. "They're so cute." You squeal shaking Hwon's arm excitedly.

The two of you decide to get some food to feed the animals, before getting something for yourself. It's adorable seeing how the tiny animals swarm around Hwon who seems like a giant next to them.

Hwon bends down to feed the bunnies and you can't help but sneak a picture of the interaction, before joining him. You're having such a great time playing with the bunnies you almost forget about your drinks that you put on one of the tables to make sure the bunnies wouldn't reach it.

That's until Hwon stands up to take a sip. "Do you want to drink too?" He asks. You nod, but gesture to the tiny bunny that had climbed on your lap to signal to him you couldn't stand up. Instead he brings you the drink, even holding it for you as you sip on it.

Before leaving you decide to buy some matching pink bunny ears from the café shop and the picture of Hwon surrounded by bunnies becomes your new lock screen.

Jahan: Home Date

The two of you decide to stay in for Valentines day being the most comfortable being alone with each other. Ordering all your favorite foods you have a great dinner.

Afterwards starting a round of Wii bowling. "How do you keep on getting Strikes? What's your secret?" You pout pointing at the Strike banner once again coming up on Jahan's turn. You're pretty sure you cant even close in on his score anymore, no matter how hard you try.

He laughs at your outrage before handing over the controller for your turn and sitting down to watch you play, "You have to turn your hand while throwing." He explains but there's still three pins standing after your try. They're standing in a literally impossible position.

After a few more rounds you decide it's enough competition and you settle down under a blanket on the sofa before pulling out Animal Crossing. You visit each others islands and show each other around explaining certain design choices and also the other presents.

There's some light music playing in the background as you cuddle closer into Jahan's side, you put down your switch a while ago now you're just watching him play. It's not much or anything special for a Valentines Date but it's a beautiful time for you because you get to spend it with Jahan.

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cascadedkiwi · 1 year ago

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Demi-human Black Foxes (LLFTx)

(A/N: An unfinished idea from November 2021. Past me had some cute stuff in her head. I especially like Takuto's section😁)

Word count: Somewhere around 1,324

(Kenshi and Hiro)

The man blinked at her, cutting his eyes to the box where the tuft of brightly colored hair was peeking from the side again.

Kiyuki crouched down to be on eye level with the two. "I'm just curious. Oh! Wait right here!" She jumped off and ran around the corner, crossing over to the other side of the street to her favourite little buffet-style cafe. She zipped back to the alleyway, worried that they may have gone but somehow knowing they were still there.

The box rolled at the sound of her approach and she grinned at the sight. 'I finally get to see the face attached to that pretty hair!' She held out a bag in front of her. "These are for you two! I'm not sure what you like or if you have allergies so I got two different meals so you guys can share. Hopefully you like it!"

The taller boy watched her from his place sat next to a wall. He had been licking a scrape on his hand before she had reappeared. He sniffed the air in front of him, the smell from the bag a tempting one. He growled low under his breath, stopping his companion from edging any further out of the box towards the strange girl.

She tilted her head. "I don't really want to just leave it on ground like you're actual animals but I can see you don't trust me enough to take it from me so..." She lowered the bag, never breaking eye contact. "Enjoy!"

Kenshi watched her keenly as she left, eyeing Hiro popping out fully to sniff out the food in his peripheral.

"That smells really good..."

Kenshi waved toward the package. "Check it out if you want."

Hiro excitedly lept at the permission. "She seems really nice." His eyes went wide and sparkly at the hot food.

Kenshi watched him taste at the different assortment of foods from both takeout containers. "Some of the worst ones do at first. Play nice and then they turn on you."

Hiro's commically large ears drooped. He had never gotten the full story of Kenshi's experience before they met up, but it continued to be reaffirmed that he had no trust left for humans of any nature. Hiro still retained his hope that not all humans were as horrible as the one's he'd come across. He got the feeling that this girl was one of the good ones.

(Takuto)

Kiyuki bit her lip as she approached her apartment building. She really hoped those two had eaten the food. It wasn't about the money - the cooks had actually given her extra with no charge - it was the way her chest squeezed at the sight of them. "They shouldn't have to live like that…"

She blinked in surprise at the fluff ball in front of her door. "Well hello there, cutie." She lowered herself to sit on her heels. "What are you doing here? You're such a pretty color, almost like a golden retriever. I've never see such a blond yellow kitty before."

The cat meowed loudly at her, pawing at her door. "You act like you live here, mister - or ma'am. Can't tell if you're a boy or a girl."

The cat promptly laid on its side and rolled, revealing its genitals.Kiyuki drew back. "Woah, ok, message received, MISTER cat. That was freaky. It's like you completely comprehend what I'm saying."

The cat sat up and pawed at the door again, meowing loudly.

"Demanding much? Excuse you. Come here." She reached out carefully, cautiously petting his head, scratching behind one ear. He pushed into her palm. "Ok then, will you let me pick you up?"

The yellow cat placed his front paws on her leg, looking at her.

"I'll take that as a yes." She scooped him up and let herself inside the apartment.

Once inside, the cat allowed her to get as far as her living room before squirming free and dashing for her bedroom.

"Hey, get back here!" Kiyuki hightailed it after her impromtu houseguest, squeaking in horror at the sight of the cat fighting to pull a particular bright blue blanket from her closet. "Stop that!" She cried just as the creature succeeded in his mission, yanking the blanket free and tumbling a few times with the released momentum.

"Oh geez, you!" Kiyuki shook her head as she went over. "Takuto's gonna have a fit if he hears about this!" She tugged gently at the blanket, trying to sort fur from fabric without further tousling the cat. "You literally could've gone for any other blanket. Or just the one on the top." She looked over at the rumpled piled spilling from her closet floor shelf. "What made you go for Takuto's?"

Distressed cries sounded from within the rumpled blanket, and Kiyuki pulled with more purpose and less caution. Finally, she caught a glimpse of a blonde stomach and was able to separate cloth from creature. "All that fuss to get yourself tangled up."

The cat meowed as if annoyed."You did it to yourself, mister, don't get an attitude with me."

The cat looked away and kiyuki laughed as she set him back down on the floor. "You seem more intuitive than the average cat so could you please keep still while I clean up this mess then I can get us some food?"

The cat watched her then meowed loudly, going over to the blanket she was holding up and away from him.

"You can't have this one, it's not mine. It's literally the only blanket in this entire apartment that isn't mine." She stood, which seemed to aggravate her feline visitor. "It's almost like you know this. Takkun's gonna get a kick if I ever tell him about this. A cat that loves Shiffy."

The cat meowed loudly, jumping for the blanket. Kiyuki furrowed her eyebrows. "What is up with you? You're almost as fussy as Takkun for this thing."

The cat fell over dramatically, rolling about.

"You know what? I'll let you have it for a bit. You and Takuto can fight over it next time he comes over. That'll be a funny sight."

The cat seemed to huff, its tail twitching in jerky movements in the air.

Kiyuki laughed as she dropped the blanket so one corner landed partially on the cat.

He looked away, ignoring it.

"Oh, so now you don't want it anymore? That's fine, I'll put it up then." She gave the farthest end of the blanket a little tug, a knowing laugh bursting from her when the cat jumped on top of the blanket, grabbing one end in its teeth and rolling to cover itself. The knowing laugh extended into a cackle as she watched the cat turn itself into a burrito. "You remind me of the time Takuto did the same thing to avoid going home one night. I gotta tell him I found his spirit animal."

She took a breath to steady herself again. "Well, you seem perfectly happy as a little cat blanket snail so I'll go get us some food. Then we'll decide what we're doing with you."

She murmured to herself as she left the room, "I don't remember what the landlady said about pets…" Something in the back of her mind did note that it was a bit odd for her to be so comfortable leaving a cat she had just found to its own devices in her bedroom, but he seemed preoccupied with the blanket and more than that, it was like he knew her. To be waiting for her on her floor and pawing at her door like he knew that was her off time. He was a very intelligent cat, no doubt about that. If not for his clear cat body she would think he was human. 'Or at least demi.' She'd look more into it tomorrow. Today had been long and eventful enough.

(Atsumu)

Kiyuki blinked in surprise at the sight blocking her entrance to the fox-themed bar she had finally gotten around to visiting. A large, brown dog lay on its side right in front the door. Its breathing seemed labored and she crouched down to get a better look. "Hey, buddy... you awake?"

One of the dog's pointy ears twitched as its eyes blinked open. It looked around before looking up at her, blinking forlorn puppy eyes.

Kiyuki was instantly smitten. "You poor thing..." She held the back of her hand up to its nose.

The dog sniffed it before looking back up at her, licking her he gently.

She lifted her hand slowly, reaching to pet his head. The dog stayed still and let her. She moved her pats down to his neck, rubbing around. "No collar... the white on your nose pins you as an older puppy... that's it. I've decided. You're mine now."

The dog looked up, raising its head as Kiyuki popped up onto her feet. "Come on, follow me. Unless... can you stand?"

The dog got up with a bit of effort, shaking out its fur. It was much bigger than she anticipated, standing at shoulder height to her waist. "You're a big doggo, aren't you..."

The dog whined, shrinking back.

"Aww, no, puppy I didnt mean that in a bad way! I didnt think you were so big but that doesnt mean i'm not gonna keep you anymore!" She hugged the tall pooch around the neck. "Ranko loves big dogs so it'll be easier to convince her."

#cascadedkiwi wrote something #love letter from a thief x #Kenshi inagaki #takuto hirukawa #hiro sarashina #Atsumu kashiwabara

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carnal-lnstinct · 2 years ago

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You casually walk up to Vegito*, whisper something in his ear like "I lost my panties" and walk away as if nothing happened, waiting for his reaction. oneshot?

*or Gogeta - I couldn't decide, I leave it to you 😅

ASFJHSGH excuse me while the EMTs resuscitate me after getting this request! and of course I'm Vegito biased.

☆☆ Pairing: Vegito x Female Human Reader ( Requested By @blue-wristbands ) ☆☆ Rating: M / 18+. MINORS DNI ☆☆ Contents: ( teasing, they are fused because yes, vegito's himbo energy is showing but also his BDE is showing ) ☆☆ Warning: ( suggestive )

Was something wrong with you? One of his eyebrows rose curiously watching you slowly roam his way with a defeated look. "What's with the long face?" Vegito inquired the reason for your pout and pitiful expression turning up to him. The shift of your eyes made you appear hesitant to answer, shyly turning your head away for a moment. When it seemed you mustered up the courage to open up, you tilted your head his way without fully turning to face him and instead beckoned with your finger for him to come closer.

He stepped in, curiously leaning within whispering distance of you. "Go on, spit it out." He pressed you with tucked arms, earring softly jingling with his ear directed toward you. Turning to his ear and using your hand to block your lips, you confessed:

"I lost my panties."

Articulated with an innocent tone, yet punctuated with allure and a mischievous intent just for him. And just as his mind grasped the words and Vegito turned to look at you with big eyes, you turned away and sauntered off a lot less despondent than your approach. He knows for sure what he heard you say and understood why something like that would make you look so down but he can't help wondering how in the hell you let something like that happen. He's a little embarrassed for you, gloved fingers scratching at his head in contemplation if that's something he should discreetly offer help with. Or if you wanted his help with something so personal? You trusted him enough to tell him, after all. What were you even doing to lose them? All the questions running through his mind left him completely unconscious of your obvious bid for his attention, and a little more than that. He would find the meaning behind your confession by your gaze cast over your shoulder at him.

The fused saiyan sees the corner of your mouth turn up at him and an inviting wink follows that quickly connected the dots between his shared conscience. He was slow to it, that shame resonating back to the two saiyans, but he caught on. If anyone was bold enough to get frisky and offer themselves up like that to a fused saiyan it was you, and the burden of temptation awoken inside you when his blended presence graced your eyes was unrelenting. Goku and Vegeta were always easy on the eyes but there was something special about their combined look, accented by the dangling jewels from their ears. Surely, a combination of the best of their power would only choose the best of their physical features to adorn such a beautiful body.

Your hands were itching to get to know it while you could, as were other parts of your body. Wanting to tease him was just half of it. The longer your eyes watched, the more details drew you into him, making you grin in anticipation of what he was made of in a more intimate environment.

"It's not nice to catch me off guard like that. There are better ways of getting my attention." Vegito spoke up when he approached you. The glare behind his bangs resembled annoyance and yet seemed so far from it, he exuded nothing but a relaxed demeanor. You looked up at him, feigning a guilty pout. The little smirk of yours following your act further proved your intended, special mischief.

"Are you going to scold me?" You asked softly against the seductive stare. "Oh... I guess it's what I deserve for lying to you like that. I can't lose what I never had with me." Confessed once again with that alluring tone and a casual shrug of your shoulders as you put your back to the fused saiyan. A subtle hand outlines the natural contour of your lower back and rounds over to your hip to show off the single layer of your attire further to him. Without a doubt, your hand's movement caught his eye and he couldn't help but notice. Not to gawk so openly, Vegito sharply turned his head again, placing a hand against his hip as if to turn his nose up at your vulgar display.

"That's a little crude of you. But I know what you're up to and you don't know what you're getting yourself into." He uttered in a humph, sounding more disapproving than his softened leer would let on.

"Do you?" You quipped in return, spinning lightly to find Vegito's back to you. Your fingers find the bed of soft, spiky hair just above his nape and watch his spine straighten at the contact, slowly tracing down the center of his defined back. "Be a shame if a little ol' human like me can bring the mighty 'Super Vegito' to his knees with no panties." You lean around his arm in an attempt to view his face, whispering enough for him to hear. "I've been a little bad for you if you can be a little bad for me."

You've never tempted them before, what made being a fusion any different? Though the extra attention did nothing to temper his ego and you're showing off a lot of yourself they've never seen before. Charmed by your spirit at least, Vegito wasn't one to let himself be outdone. A haughty chuckle catches your ears and you feel his hand grab your wrist from his back as he turns to face you again, holding your arm over your head.

"Now tell me what makes you think you got what it takes to bring me down?" He imposes on to you with a slight tilt of his head and a crooked grin. "The way I see it, I didn't have to do anything and you can't even hold yourself together. I'm supposed to be bad for this? You'd soak through your pants before we even get started."

The corners of your mouth stretched as you bit into your lip, a rush of excitement making your heart skip looking up at him. Your eyes twinkle at the thought. "Promise?" You beckoned, drawing yourself closer to him. The way he turned this back on you couldn't be resisted and the blatant way his smirk grew and arrogant stare darkened over you may give truth to his words. You needed to know where this was going and time was not on your side to keep toying around like this.

With eyes focused on you, Vegito tilts his head and placed two fingers against his forehead indicating his next move to you. No need to linger around here anymore if that was the kind of game you wanted to play. Your wrist still in his other hand is brought down where your fingers could gather the blue cloth of his top. "Try not to hold it against us if we get too rough for ya. But you asked for this." He'll show you exactly what Super Vegito is made of.

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squishytenya · 4 years ago

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Male reader wears lingerie in front of s/o with anyone of your choice. Also can I just say lingerie on males be looking *chef's kiss*

Pairings: aizawa, sir nighteye, dabi x male!reader

Notes: reader is a guy but this can be read as amab or afab :)

Warnings: this is smut or like pre-smut at least, individual warnings above each character, D/s themes,

Shouta Aizawa // Eraserhead

Warnings: use of ‘pretty boy’

He loves it, like genuinely

Aizawa has a normal sex drives but he’s freaky, he knows what he likes and what he doesn’t

This also means he usually doesn’t have time for lingerie, nor would he have assumed you would want to wear it which just made this so much better

His favourite colours tend to be darker and his taste in general is either soft pastels on you (baby pinks, blues with lace) or things like dark lace/harnesses

The first time, you went for the soft, lacy look

Smoothing your hands over your torso, you let out a sigh. The lace covering your waist was a very light pink, almost white. The garter belt felt soft against your stomach and you fiddled with the straps that led to matching white stockings. Your thighs spilled out of the top, making you sigh a little but you knew Shouta wouldn’t mind much. The panties were the star of the show - the same almost-white pink lace as the rest, covering your crotch completely except for a small heart shaped cut out at the top.

You had forgone the matching chest piece but slipped on a silky, sheer robe that you already owned. This helped calm your nerves as you knew your partner liked this robe. Still, you stared at your figure on the mirror. There was an odd mix of uncertainty and pride in you. You definitely looked hot though.

As can be attested by the hand that slipped round your waist, pulling you back against Aizawa’s chest. He threw his work bag on the desk, circling his arms fully around your waist and nuzzling into your neck.

“Is this what you get up to when I’m gone hmm pretty boy?”

Dark stubble scratched your neck when he talked. A small whine escaped you when he attached his lips to your neck. Kisses being left up and down caused you to shudder, whimpering when his canines nipped the warm skin. Another, more risqué, noise bubbled out of your throat when his calloused hands reached round and gripped your lace covered cheek.

“Fuck” he grunted, pushing his hips against your ass

“The things you do to me y/n”

Dabi

Warnings: corruption kink, reader has a collar, one spank

He’s very horny all the damn time

But i feel he would just assume you didn’t like the idea of lingerie and not ask? Not that he didn’t make up for it with other shit

You’re gonna have to find a way to get it into your house without him noticing because he frequently ‘helps’ you pick what underwear you wear for the day

Another person i think would either go for the completely pure, white lace lingerie because corruption kink yk? Either that or straight up leather, chains and collars

Non-stop horny compliments from this one

“Fuck” dabi grunted from above you

You were sat on his lap, facing him. He had his scarred hands pressed against your skin underneath your white babydoll. His hands moved slowly, warm flesh dragging over your skin as if savouring every part of you. You shifted. It was more of an effort to move past the slow grinding you both had found yourself in but Dabi saw this as defiance.

He tugged on the white lace of your lace panties.

“Stay fucking still” he growled into your ear, pulling your hips closer to him.

You whimpered, grinding down on his bulge once again. The spank that landed on your lace-covered ass caused you to jolt forward, once again pushing against Dabi. He grunted and turned, planting you so you were laying on the bed and facing him. He grinned down at you and leant down once more to press a row of kisses along your neck, biting around the leather of your collar.

“Gonna reward you for looking so pretty for me”

Mirai Sasaki // Sir Nighteye

He is a busy person so I don’t see him having all that high a sex drive because when he comes home he is so tired

So when you guys do have the time, you try to do different stuff a lot to make up for lost time which results in weekend long fuckfests

Honestly? Not picky at all on which type you wear BUT he has a thing for bright colours or sheer material like mesh

Wear one of those sheer bralettes and the panties that are literally see through? Or one of the mesh bodysuits? He’s gone

“Pumpkin, where are you?”

You giggled nervously, calling out to your husband that you were in your bedroom. You were perched on the bed, sheer panties and bralette contrasting against your skin with their forest green. The fabric did very little to cover anything. The twinge of nervousness grew as his footsteps drew closer, you looked towards to floor in anticipation.

Two fingers tilted your chin up.

“My, what do we have here?” He drawled, staring at your body in the lingerie.

“I thought I’d do something special for you”

Lithe hands slid down your body, circling your nipples through the barrier of mesh fabric. He hummed as he traced your body with his hands, finally coming to cup your crotch and rub you through the fabric. The friction made you whine, grabbing his arm. Yellow eyes snapped towards your face, eyebrow arched with a ‘tsk’, you let go immediately.

“You like it?” You gasped, rutting into his touch

“Definitely” he hummed, leaning down to press his lips against yours.

“So good for me, my precious boy”

Thank you guys so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed it mwah <3

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silverdelirium · 4 years ago

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So it's like this Fluffy fic where we lose our virginity to Draco

GODDESS | D.M

summary: soft!draco taking your virginity

warnings: corruption kink?, loss of v card, soft sex.

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you didn’t know if it was the way he was running his hands down your hair all the way to your back or just the thought of being so close to him that had gotten you like this.

and it seemed like a scratch you couldn’t seem to reach no matter how much you squirmed in an attempt to get rid of it. draco, your boyfriend of 2 months now, took notice of it, growing concerned that you might be hurt.

“baby, you alright?” he piped in a soft yet concerned tone.

“i don’t know- my stomach is feeling weird.”

draco shot up at that, cursing himself internally for not doing anything sooner. you squealed at the sudden movement, since you were laying on his chest, he brought you up with him.

he turned you by your waist so you were straddling him. his eyes searching your face and body for any type of bigger pain. “what does it feel like, love? tell me. i’ll get someone to bring you something” he soothed, trying his best to keep you happy.

“i-” you cut yourself off with a sigh, looking down at his hands that were settled innocently on your thighs, your breath hitching. “it feels all fluttery and tingly right here.” you mumbled, rubbing your lower belly.

oh, thought draco. his dick perked up at this in his trousers. he gave a mere chuckle and said, “darling... i can relieve that. but i have a question to ask first.”

you beamed and nodded at him to continue.

“has somebody ever touched you here before?” he asked before cupping your clothed cunt. the material soaked. you gasped at this, the feeling unfamiliar, you weren’t even aware that you were... wet. you obviously knew what happened when someone gets aroused, but it had never crossed your mind fully. too caught up in schoolwork and the people around you, you never got some time to give yourself some time. draco knew this and made it his mission to help you relax in your own thoughts when you started dating.

“i- no.” you admitted shyly. face heating up by the second. “baby, look at me.” he demanded, tone still soft, he let go of your sex and brought his hands to your cheeks instead, making you look at him. “is this okay with you? will you let me help you feel good?”

you wanted this. of course you did, but... what if you didn’t meet his expectations? you never did this before and according to what you’ve heard it could’ve made you bleed, people say it hurt! you didn’t want that for draco or yourself for that matter.

“i just- what if i’m not exactly what you expect me to be draco? what if it doesn’t feel good?”

“are you asking if it won’t feel good for me or for you? because i assure you that the sight of you alone could bring me more pleasure than anything in the world” he replied, tone now a bit harsher, almost offended that you thought of yourself that way. yes, draco had done things before but they didn’t mean shit to him. he could go his entire life without any sexual relief if it meant you were pleased.

“both” you muttered, head dropping down in embarrassment.

“sweetheart, if you really want to do this, let’s do it. i’ll be with you every second of it and if you’re not ready then i could wait a lifetime for you.” said draco, once again grabbing your face and bringing it up to his eyes. heart swelling at the mere sight of you.

you looked into his eyes and saw nothing but sincerity in them. so you gave it no more thought and nodded with a small smile. making him smile back at you and delivering a sweet kiss on your forehead before traveling down to your lips.

and as you continuously made out, he flipped you both over and laid you down on the soft pillows of his bed. disconnecting his lips from yours to kiss down your heck, sucking gently enough to leave hues of a light purple on your neck.

he tugged at your sweatshirt and broke contact with your neck. “y/n, are you completely sure?” he asked, needing to hear you say that you were okay with this.

you nodded, desperate to get on with it. “i want words my love” he demanded, yet the soft tone not breaking and gave your waist a reassuring squeeze. “yes draco” you whispered in a breathy tone. draco gave you a small smile and kissed your forehead as he lifted your shirt up, chucking it behind him once it was completely off, he sat down on his knees and took off his shirt too, as to give you some type of calm.

he swallowed hard and tried not to immediately dive in between your breasts but instead leaned down and kissed you passionately while he took of your skirt. you finished kicking it off your feet and broke the kiss for a moment to take a breath. and at the same time you saw draco look down at his girl in only your underwear. you gave herself a pat in the back for choosing a nice set for today. his eyes were blacked out with lust, pupils dilated more than ever. you was shaped like a greek goddess in draco’s eyes and he was willing to fight anyone who thought otherwise.

“sweet merlin” he breathed out. his trousers straining now more than ever. but he knew how to control himself, for you.

he lifted his gaze up to his girlfriend’s gaze and saw how her expression was more flushed than usual around him. he leaned back down to pepper kisses on her chest, reaching behind her back which she slightly arched, giving him the consent to unclasp her bra. and he did with a few fumblings here and there.

draco pulled back a little to get a good view of her bare breasts and jesus-

she truly was a goddess.

“baby you are so damn gorgeous, i’m the luckiest man alive” he mumbled, massaging gently her tits and giving the nipples experimental kisses, which were rewarded by sweet whimpers and heavy breaths of y/n.

“can- can i take them off pretty girl?” he asked, hands at the waistband of her panties. “yes, take them off please”

he got them down slowly, throwing the soaked material at the sight. and draco was sure he could’ve easily just came right then and there, but this was about y/n, not him.

“my god, baby” he grunted as she spread her legs lightly, craving those praises. he could now fully see her naked body, pretty tits, gorgeous figure and dripping pussy, all for himself.

he caught her lips with his as his hands went from playing with her soft breasts to travel down to her heat. her breath hitched as he got closer, yet managed to continue to make out with him, his tongue lovingly exploring her mouth.

and as he finally reached the place she needed him the most, he pulled away from the kiss and leaned down to suck on her nipples, making her release a soft moan as she ran his hair in her hands. his hands found her clit easily and drew gentle figure eights on it, her legs spreading wider and a firm moan passed her lips, making him almost pop out of the coffins of his pants.

“shit dray- just like that” she moaned out as his pointer finger continued playing a bit faster with her clit and his middle went lower to tease at her entrance, his fingers now covered in her juices. he slowly inserted his middle finger inside her, grunting lowly at the tightness.

“ah! yes draco fuck!” she cried out when he started to move it inside and out repeatedly, increasing the speed by the second, his pointer finger now joining the middle one slowly as his thumb took over the stimulation on her clit. “i- dray my stomach-”

he detached his mouth from her tits and looked up at her. she looked absolutely flawless, mouth agape and pretty sounds escaping it, eyes slightly hazed and brows furrowed.

“cum sweetheart, let it go for me” he rasped out. and she came without hesitation, all over his fingers, drenching them on her arousal.

y/n was brought back to reality from the state of bliss to the feeling of her boyfriend peppering kisses on her cheek, trailing down to her collarbone. “how was that my love?” he asked, voice laced with adoration. “i-it was good”

“you did a great job baby”

“dray i- i want to go all the way please” she admitted, tone slightly laced with nervousness. “are you sure princess, you know i can wait.” he said, moving to press a kiss on her forehead while massaging her side with his other hand.

“i’m- i’m sure draco please” she pleaded, moving to grip the hem of his pants, doe eyes staring up at him.

“your wish is my command” he smirked, tossing his pants off.

he positioned himself on top of her again, his hands on either side of her face, her legs were tightly closed, the anxiousness of not being enough for him slowly coming back.

“can you spread this pretty legs for me baby?” he questioned, one of his hands coming down to massage her thighs. “i- draco.” she said, voice slightly shaky.

draco took notice of this and removed his arms from beside her, instead sitting up on his knees, grabbing hers and placing a kiss on them. “what’s wrong baby, do you want me to stop?” his tone full of concern.

“what do i do if it hurts?” she asked, fumbling with the bed sheets under her with a cute frown on her face, not meeting his eyes. “baby i’ll be gentle. i’ll never hurt you you know that.” he stated.

she took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment, gathering her thoughts together. “you know what. yes, let’s do it, just be gentle please”.

“of course my love” he said before reaching for her hands and interlacing them together and once again bringing them to the side of her head.

y/n spread her legs wide enough for him to fit in, his painfully erect cock now in line with her opening, twitching slightly.

draco reached in between them and took his cock, pushing it inside her tight cunt slightly, she gasped at the stretch. he looked up and she gave a reassuring nod, draco pushed in more and watched as her back slightly arched. once he was further inside she released a small whimper, the first tear falling, yet she brought him down by his neck, smashing their lips together.

“move” she mumbled out between kisses, but he heard her clearly, moving in and out slowly, she gasped at this and bucked her hips up. the pleasure increasing every time he moved. subsiding the pain.

he then found a rythm and started to thrust into her gently, yet enough to pleasure them both immensely.

“dray-” she moaned out. “that’s right baby, say my name.” he grunted, eyes greadily watching her face contorting into pleasure. she moaned louder when he reached for her clit, amplifying the pleasure, her legs slightly shaking. “fuck yes, just like that!” she whimpered, back arching when she felt that bubbling sensation close again.

he gave a moan of his when her walls clenched around him. with the sight of before imprinted in his mind and the feeling of now, he wasn’t gonna hold much longer. “shit- are you close my pretty girl? gonna cum on my cock?” he asked seductively. she gave a weak mhm, not trusting her mouth to give a coherent answer. “then cum baby, wanna see you fall apart for me” he rasped out.

she came for the second time that night with a loud cry of his name. him following behind as he quickly pulled out. still stimulating her clit to ride out her high. he quickly came on her stomach at the mere sight of y/n cumming.

once they both climbed down from their high, he landed beside her, breathing heavily. but quickly recollecting himself and reaching for y/n, carrying her to the bathroom as he peppered kisses on her head.

he sat her down on the toilet so he could fill up the bath.

he sat her down on the tub, him behind her.

“you did amazing baby” he murmured in her ear as she collected the bubbles. her face heated up as she mumbled a thanks.

“once we clean you up we can go eat whatever you want and then cuddle for the whole day, hm?”

“yeah” she chuckled, face still heated up as he massaged her scalp with some shampoo, pressing kisses in her shoulder every now and then.

“my goddess” he murmured, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing his cheek against her head.

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chucksfavouriteprophet · 3 years ago

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The Girl Can Bite Too, You Know - Part 4

Dean Winchester x (Female) Reader

Summary: Weird stuff is happening, things you can't explain. But theres two very skilled hunters who can, and the news they deliver is far from good.

Warnings: Idk. None I guess?

Word count: 1,608

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |

The two men sat in the dark truck right up until the very last customer had left. And then they waited some more. The tall, lanky man who’s name had once been Alexi sat still the entire time, refusing to take his eyes off the bar. His shorter companion, half his height and half his age, was much more fidgety.

“I don’t see why we can’t go in now. They’ve all left,” the second man, who in a previous life had been named Hank, grumbled.

“We’re not going in, comrade.” Alexi grumbled, refusing to take his eyes off the building. Out of the corner of his eye he could sense his companion rolling his eyes. “The first step of our mission is to make ourselves known. We do not attack just yet.”

Hank was not happy with that. It felt as though he had been sitting in the truck for hours now, and watching all those hunters come and go was such a tease. He just wanted to sink his teeth into something fleshy.

Silently, Alexi opened the door and slid out, his feet landing in the soft leaves gently. Hank followed, making slightly more noise, but that couldn’t be helped given the difference in build. The pair skunk round the back of the building towards their chosen entry point: a boarded up window rigged with the usual anti-demon protocols, but nothing Alexi couldn’t handle. He’d been training for decades now to become immune to the effects of salt, and although he wasn’t quite there fully, he was still capable of brushing it off a window ledge without any hindrance.

Salt cleared, Alexi stepped to the side, gesturing for his partner to smash open the window. The job was done with one smooth punch administered by Hank’s hefty fist, and the pair glided through into the bar. There they hovered, pausing for a moment to take in their surroundings. With itchy feet, Hank bit his lip and watched his master closely for the signal. It came in the form of a single nod, and less than a second later the smaller man was off, carving the walls, the floors, every inch of wood available. Then, Alexi stepped forward, waving a hand gently around the room as a coat of clear air shimmered across the symbols, hiding them from human eyes. Within a few minutes, their work was done.

Hank went to leave, but Alexi stayed put, staring at one particular spot. “Sir? Have we not finished?” Hank queried. Without a word, Alexi raised a hand and sharply drew a line through the air. In the silence, the tear of canvas scratched like nails on a chalkboard. He smiled.

“Now, we are finished.”

Something was wrong. You weren't quite sure what, but from the moment you opened your eyes, you knew something was up.

Rifle under your arm, you tiptoed your way downstairs into the bar and groaned. The window on the far left had been smashed; neatly, as though done with one hit from the outside as glass littered the floor below. Great. A break in was all you needed. How you'd not heard it you had no idea, given that you never slept particularly heavy, but you guessed an expert would know how to make their move silently anyway.

The cash drawer was empty; all the takings you kept in a safe in your room and you knew that hadn't been touched. The bottles were all there too. Weird, you wondered. So not a desperate drunk, then.

Only one item in the bar had been touched. You stood before your father's portrait, tears stinging your eyes. You'd never fancied yourself as an artist, but that was the last true image you had of him. Every morning, when you opened the bar, he was there, looking down on you. Any troubles you had, you felt secure just glancing in his oily eyes. Eyes which no longer existed. Your Dad's face had been scratched off, the canvas completely torn on the diagonal. Where his face should have been was a huge burn mark that travelled outwards, as though it had been lit on fire in that exact spot and let to eat away at the rest of the paint work.

Who would do such a cruel thing? All the regulars knew of your Dad, or at least of the portrait. They were used to you shooting glances at him throughout the day, and given that most of your customers were hunters, were sympathetic at having lost someone close.

Still, now was not the time to get upset. It was only a stupid painting that you'd done as a kid. It didn't really mean anything. You carefully took it off the wall, carrying it round the back and tucking it away in the storeroom. You'd figure out what to do with it later. In the meantime, that window needed patching up. Hunters had no sense of time when it came to drinking; chances were, you'd have your first customers any time now.

The morning went slow, with just a few customers trailing in. Not enough to take your mind off the break-in, and tears pricked your eyes at regular occasions.

The Winchesters came in just before lunch, when you were trying to busy yourself in the little kitchen round the back of the bar. Your menu wasn’t extensive - burgers and fries and that was about it - but you took extra time cutting the tomatoes and peeling the potatoes today. As soon as you walked out and saw the boys, you felt emotions rising.

“Hey, Y/N! How’s things?” Sam settled in, hanging his jacket over his chair. You gave him a small smile and a nod as you passed to deliver the food to a regular over across the room. Taking a deep breath, you composed yourself and turned back to them.

“A’rite boys? What can I get for ya?” You could sense Dean staring at you intensely out the corner of your eye. They placed their orders (double bacon cheese burger for Dean and a veggie patty for Sam, naturally) and you got to pouring their beers.

Sam kicked his brother under the stools while your back was turned to jog him out of his stare. Dean’s eyes hadn’t moved from you the whole time and as you bent down to open the fridge his gaze lowered and eyes widened as your tank rose up slightly to expose your suntanned back. As you turned back around, he quickly diverted his gaze, scanning the room.

“Hey, where did Pop go?” He questioned, nodding towards the empty space where the portrait had been. You bit your lip and glanced down.

“Oh it er, it got damaged.” You swallowed back tears but it wasn’t enough to hide your emotions. The boys glanced at each other.

“Damaged? How?” Sam frowned. You shrugged. “It’s no big deal. It was old anyway.” You weren’t fooling them, however. Sam ran a hand through his hair and Dean shifted forward on his stool.

“Y/N, does it have anything to do with that broken window over there?” Sam’s eyes were soft but worried. You gulped and nodded sheepishly.

“Someone broke in last night. I didn’t want to panic anyone, nothing was stolen just the portrait damaged. It’s nothing.”

Dean shook his head strongly. “No Y/N, it’s not nothing. You own a bar full of hunters and you didn’t want to mention anything? What if it had been something not-human?!”

“They didn’t do any damage really. Seriously Dean, don’t worry.”

He shook his head ferociously. “Sam, you go check out that window. Y/N, where’s that portrait?”

You sighed, double checking everyone’s drinks were full before leading Dean round the back to the storeroom. The pair of you stood before the oil painting, Dean then crouching down to get a closer look.

“Those marks aren’t human, Y/N. See the tear? That’s not done with any knife I’ve seen. And it doesn’t go all the way through, either.” He whipped out an LED torch, giving it a scan. “No finger prints. This was done without even touching the painting.”

A shiver crawled up your spine. Why would a supernatural creature want to attack your bar? Especially when it was empty?

“Dean!” Sam stormed through the building until he appeared behind you. His brother stood up, frowning at his expression. “Y/N, you leave salt outside all the windows every night, right?”

You nodded slowly. Where was he going with this? “I’ve learned a few tricks this past year, yeah. Stick it down with super glue so it doesn’t blow away, top it up every few days.”

Sam bit his lip and ran his hand through his hair. “And it wasn’t particularly windy last night. So no reason for there to be an interrupted line by that window, no?”

You glanced from brother to brother frantically. “Okay you two, enough. What the hell is going on?” They spoke in that weird sibling way, using only expressions and no words. “For gods sake, talk will you!” You demanded.

“Y/N, Dean’s right. This wasn’t a human. I’m guessing Demon, and by the looks of that salt line, a pretty strong one too.”

“But Demons cause damage. They kill, not just vandalise art. What could it want?”

Dean stood against your arm now. “I don’t know. But I’ll bet you one thing - it’ll be back.”

Right on cue, there was a crash from the bar, followed by screaming and the thrashing of furniture. The three of you froze.

“Famous last words,” you muttered under your breath. Shit was about to get real.

| Part 5 |

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hex-obsession · 3 years ago

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Silver Lining- Three

word count- 2,389

content warning- language, sexual acts (potentially rough)

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Nothing like getting pulled out of a deep sleep to go repair bulky, strident machinery and run, literally, for your life. You were, physically and mentally, in a fog. Worn out from the emotional runaround mere hours ago, you weren’t your usual bubbly self. To make matters worse, Leon was here and saw the discomfort on your face. Who wouldn’t? You were always bad at masking your feelings.

“Everything okay y/n?” Chills trickled through your ears and down the back of your neck at the soothing hum of his voice. It was too early for this, but at least you were fully awake now.

“Y-yeah, just tired.” Your hand defensively moves to your other arm, sending him the opposite message of ‘I’m fine’. Leon tenderly places his hand over yours, ducking slightly to be eye level with you. Instead of speaking, you just stare back at him blankly. Mind racing yet empty, you're completely lost for words. You forgot how to even speak, let alone move your tongue. Finally, your sense of self-preservation kicks in and you blurt out “I’m fine, really. Just in a haze, I guess. Really tired.” You force a smile, praying he buys it, or at least takes it as a hint not to pry. He’s still staring at you, studying your face and body language. This man was far too perceptive to fall for a lie that poorly executed. Not wanting to interrogate you and possibly upset you further, he let it go. His face relaxed, the puzzled, disapproving expression now replaced by one of empathy and concern.

“If there’s something on your mind, please tell me when you’re ready.” He extends his other arm and gently pulls you toward him, which you do not resist. You sheepishly wrap your arms around him, worried he might feel the pounding in your chest and return to questioning you. You couldn’t help but melt in his arms, which did help calm your nerves some. Consoling each other (let’s be real, it was always him consoling you) was no new feat. His uniform was rough on your cheek, a mix of harsh fabric and dried blood, but you didn’t mind. With your head turned, resting on his chest, you saw Jeff and Laurie coming closer. As much as you wanted to stay in this exact spot forever, you were grateful to direct Leon’s attention to anything other than you long enough to compose yourself. Hands eager to touch him longer, you lovingly rub his back and give his sides a little squeeze before releasing him.

“Sorry, hope we didn’t interrupt anything,” Laurie chimes innocently.

Cheeks ablaze, you jump to defend yourself. “No you’re fine! I’m just feeling a tad under the weather and Leon is a great friend.” You smile, eyes darting back to him only long enough to see he’s staring at you. Fuck, fuck, your face was on fire. Back on Laurie, she ever so slightly squints, so quickly you would’ve missed it if you weren’t excruciatingly observant. Her lips curl at the edges. She knows. You look back to Leon, who is still staring at you. Shit, fuck. You look to your left trying to avoid everyone's gaze. Her dainty hands latch onto you, pulling you into a hug. You stumble slightly, intoxicated by nervousness.

“Oh, sorry love.” She tilts her head back just enough for her mouth to line up with your ear. “Do it.” Her voice is heavy and breathy. It almost startles you, and a nervous chuckle escapes you.

“Th-thanks Laurie. Yeah, I just had a weird dream and I’m feeling really, uh, off.”

Heart racing, you thought it might be trying to escape, the force with which it was beating. You push your hair away from your face, hoping it would make breathing less labored when, you only made it easier to see how flustered you were. A final glance at Leon confirms he is indeed still staring. You’d never been thankful for the entity taking you before, but there’s a first time for everything. The fog surrounds you and the trial ensues, scattering you across the map. Completely disregarding everything other than your feelings, you shake your head and stretch your arms above you. They come down, folding around your head and you stare at the lockers in front of you, eyes out of focus; not actually taking in what you were looking at. A few deep breaths later, you pull yourself together enough to move your feet, one in front of the other. Midwich Elementary School; possibly your favorite of all the entity’s destinations. You recognized your surroundings. This was the locker room. Leaving the second floor was your first goal. As you entered the hallway, a bright light flickered in your face. At the end of the hall, Jeff pointed to the room to his right. You jogged over to him, said brief hellos, and knelt down to work on the repairs together. Shortly thereafter, with little remaining progress, a faint heartbeat echoed in your ears. You peered around the broken wall; no sign of the killer. The generator dings to life and you decide to split up to cover more ground. Jeff drops through a hole in the bathroom across the hall, leading you to divert from your original plan and head toward the other upstairs classrooms. As you near the stairwell, your heartrate increases. Not from the unbearable sexual tension you had for Leon, but the killer was close. You see nothing down the hall to your left, which meant the killer was below you. You sprint ahead, trying to make as little noise as possible. To your dismay, you were detected. Feet heavy on the ground, your footsteps echoed around you. You tripped on something but were far too agile to lose your balance, and never fell. Before rounding the corner, you look behind you to see what terror you were up against this time. A human figure with a red stain; the Legion. Extremely misleading the first time you ran into them. Extremely. You dart left, breaking line of sight. The chemistry lab is your best bet. Dropping through the floor will most likely get him off your trail. To prevent leaving scratch marks, you slow to a brisk walk. Just as you thought you would evade the killer, something grabs you and you lurch backward. Before you could scream, a hand covers your mouth. Leon spins you around to face him and pulls you close. The two of you are pressed tightly together between lockers and a wall. Heart racing, for multiple reasons, you stare at the small space where the floor is visible. Confused, the red light was bouncing around, taunting you. All that was on your mind was the heat radiating from all the areas your bodies were touching. The sudden realization that Leon had his arms around you, protecting you, made you jerk your head back to look at him. His eyes, normally brooding, were instead intently locked onto you with, was that, adoration? You didn’t want to get the wrong idea, or make assumptions rooted in your own feelings. A gen on the other side of the school is completed, and you see the Legion vault a window into the courtyard, leaving the two of you alone in the hall. Although the killer was nowhere near you, your heart was racing, painfully. You were agonizingly aware of the recurring flush that filled your face. You couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eyes, so you focused on his neck instead. So smooth and inviting. Every fiber of your being wanted to kiss it and bite it and moan his name into it. Your legs felt as if they would give way beneath you at any moment. You straightened your back to put more pressure on the wall behind you, allowing you to bend your legs slightly to prevent them from buckling under you. He had put himself slightly to your left as to

make sure he could block you from any attacks, if need be. If either of you moved forward so much as an inch, your legs would begin lacing together. Noticing how close your hips were to his sent a rush of heat to your crotch. Sick with suspense, you finally force yourself to look up. Before meeting his eyes, you analyze his lips. You craved them on your own. Your tongue on his; tasting each other.

“Y/n…” You’d never been turned on by your own name before. It was less your name and more the way it eased out of his mouth. Longing, impatient. Watching his lips emit your name made you crazed. You bit your bottom lip, wishing it were him biting it instead. Almost gasping for air, you take a deep breath and look into his eyes. Chills breeze over your body like a crisp fall evening. Muscles so weak you could barely move, you ease your hands around his waist, locking your fingers behind him. Your desire for him was borderline primitive at this point. If given the chance to pull him into one of the classrooms and fuck him right there on one of the desks, you’d take it without contemplation. Hell, you might initiate it in a second. Your pussy was throbbing, begging for him. You shifted your legs again, intertwining them completely. The pressure of his thigh on your clit sent electric chills through your legs to your toes. A short, pleased sigh escaping you drew his attention. His head eased forward slowly, sealing the distance between the two of you. His nose grazed yours and you gently nudged into it. You were panting in his face, which you would come to feel embarrassed about later. He continued forward until you felt his lips brush against yours. It tickled in the most satisfying way possible, like a flower against velvet.

“Yes,” you whispered against his lips, and just like that, every worry or care in the world vanished.

Softly, he pressed his lips to yours. It was electric to say the bare minimum. You took a staggered breath causing him to pull away. Your eyes shot open, darting wildly between his facial features, searching for any indication of regret. Instead, he places a hand on your cheek and pulls you into him. This time your lips met, they were ravenous. You suck his bottom lip into your mouth and bite down. Not enough to cause damage, but enough to cause him to let out a low rumbling moan into your mouth which sent you over the edge. Your non-dominant hand leaves his back and latches onto his gorgeous blonde hair. It was so soft in your fingers, like silk. You tilted your head and ran your tongue across the lip you still had trapped between your teeth. You released it which allowed Leon to open his mouth against yours and slide his tongue inside. Oh God, he tasted better than you’d imagined. Fleshy yet almost sweet, like the faintest hint of cinnamon. Your head was spinning and you felt light-headed from the stimulation (and the fact there was a good amount of blood in the lower half of your body). You were fixated on the fact that his saliva was in your mouth. You’d end up swallowing it, and vice versa. Your grip on his hair tightened and you let out a faint whimper. The combination made him growl with pleasure. His hands roamed your body briefly, coming to a stop at your waist. Seemingly effortlessly, he bent forward slightly, just enough to put his hands directly under your ass and prop you up against the wall, tongues still tangled. You wrapped your legs around him, wanting him to be even closer. You wanted, needed, him inside you. Given the new position, you could feel his engorged cock between your legs. You were almost- almost- concerned by the size of it. From what you could feel, he was well endowed. The hand on his back lowered to his ass cheek, which you graciously squeezed. You pulled him forward into you, just slightly at first, increasing the pressure of his bulge on you. You released and did it again. In any normal situation, you’d have never made a grown, fully clothed man grind on you like a horny pubescent boy, but these feelings for him had been pent up so long that they mutated from a sweet crush to full blown irrefutable lust. He caught on to what you were doing and abruptly removed his tongue from your mouth, leaving you confused and wanting all the more. His left hand came up to your chin and turned your head to the side, allowing him to press his lips to your ear.

Barely above a whisper, just a susurration, “You want me that bad, huh?” he taunted you. You were incapable of feeling embarrassment at the moment, brain flooded with desire. The warmth of his breath in your ear made you salivate. In a different setting, you would have begged to choke on his dick right now.

“Yeah? So what?” was the best retaliation you could think of in the moment. He chuckled; lips still pressed to your ear. The hand on your cheek traced your jaw and slid down to your neck. His slender, graceful fingers wrapped around your throat and gave it an intoxicating squeeze. Just hard enough to make you gasp but not hurt.

“I want to hear you beg for me,” his deep, warm voice filling your ear.

Your eyes shut and you tilt your head back in utter bliss, letting out a satisfied moan. He responded by nibbling your earlobe, which made you curse delightedly under your breath. Wanting to look at his irresistible face, you opened your eyes. Only, instead, you were greeted by eight beady black eyes peering down at you.

Snapping out of your drunken state, you blurt, “Oh fuck, Leon, the birds.”

He looks up to them with resentment and lets out a frustrated sigh. “Can we pick this up again later?” Ocean eyes begging you.

“You bet your fucking ass we’re picking this up later,” you demand before crashing your lips into his once more. “Now let’s get the fuck out of here before the whole flock follows us.”

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yoonpobs · 4 years ago

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bad boy good thing xv. | m

pairing: jeon jungkook x oc

genre: angst, smut, fluff, miscommunication (we hate her lol), pining

warnings: oral (m receiving), jk and oc in their feelings :c, fluff n cuteness tbh

words: 7, 816

summary: a series of drabbles where you’re confused and jungkook’s confusing

a/n:

im so sorry for the late update but it's finally here!!! it's been a hectic few weeks w my exam preparation coming right around the corner too :c

anyway!!!! we've got some smut after a while 👀so for visual purposes pls imagine jk from the butter mv, specifically his hair and eyebrow piercing ...

i hope you enjoy this chapter !!!

Safety was a very important aspect of your life. Everything that you did, you always weighed the realistic possibilities of you regretting your decision; mind running at one hundred miles per hour while you drew a mental mind map of every possible outcome you could possibly predict. It was exhausting to have your mind immediately come up with worst-case scenarios where the risk was realistically a meagre five per cent against the other ninety-five, but you were a chronic overthinker by nature.

You steered far from doing things that would end up causing more harm to you and your environment because you knew that there was no actual reason why you could justify getting completely wasted at a party. If it was for fun—surely, you’d vehemently oppose that the next morning.

Your friends, or even anyone who knew of you; always lamented you for your tendency to remain in your bubble. You knew that overall, you were an overthinker and that most of the time—nothing of what you conjured would actually happen purely because, well—your friends are still alive, and so were you. You just missed out on ‘fun’.

But old habits died hard. Maybe that was why the most reckless and impulsive thing that you did—was with Jungkook.

Out of all your friends, Jungkook was the one person that really did whatever he could get his hands, feet or body to do.

He was very determined by nature and a natural daredevil at that. You remember on multiple occasions where he and his family went on a family vacation, and he came back with stories of his adventures swinging from the top of a cliff upside down, getting a snake to wrap itself around his neck—and by far the most impulsive one, returning with a small tattoo of said snake on the back of his neck.

Jungkook was so unpredictable that neither of your friends could ever tell what he’d do next. And you supposed that added to his charm, but it didn’t take away from the five stages of absolute shock that you’d go through when you witness another one of his unpredictable tendencies.

Like right now.

“Please say something,” he laughs nervously, scratching the back of his neck while you can only gape at him.

“Purple.” You blurt.

He blinks before his eyes dart upwards as his finger twiddles a few strands of hair between them.

“Yeah,” he hums, “It looks a little blue in some lights, though.”

You nod your head slowly, still processing what is probably the lesser surprising one between the two things that have you double-taking at his figure when you first greeted him at your door.

“That’s … not all,” you say slowly.

Jungkook offers you a lopsided grin that stirs something in your belly, and you don’t know if it’s his hair, or the fact that he’s starting to wear shorter sleeves as the weather begins to get hotter; his tattoos on display as it trails upon his arm—or if it was because of the—

“Eyebrow piercing?” He raises a brow, particularly the one with the eyebrow piercing as it glints under the natural sunlight that filters in the hallway, “So. Do you like it?” He asks, smile still small as he leans in for you to get a better look.

Your breath hitches when his face gets closer, but not enough for it to be insinuative in any way. It was just you and your weak-willed nature whenever it came to Jungkook. You hoped that he wasn’t able to see the way that your ears undoubtedly redden under the proximity.

“What matters is if you like it, Jungkook,” you remind him softly, shyly looking down to your feet.

He sighs, resting an arm against your doorway in a way that makes him look as large as the width of your door. His gaze is still calm and steady, lips curled ever so slightly as he rests his eyes on you.

“I know. But I care if you like it or not,” he retorts.

You scoff, waving him off, but a small grin still threatens itself onto your face.

“Well you shouldn’t,” you huff.

“Why not?” He hums as he cards a hand through his hair. Even if it’s a bright colour and you’re sure that it required copious amounts of bleach and hours at the salon to get the final result—it still looks soft when he swifts through the locks.

“Because,” you lull, “My opinion doesn’t matter. If you like it and you think it’s pretty then that’s more than enough.”

He clicks his tongue against his cheek before his eyes dart down. You’re still avoiding his gaze because you weren’t ready to have your senses assaulted with the way he’s crowding you in the doorway of your own home.

“You’re trying really hard not to compliment me right now,” he teases.

“I am not!” You splutter, ears turning red. Your eyes dart to your feet. “… but if it matters then … I like it. It’s pretty.”

Jungkook’s grin is nothing short of wide when his head reaches out to smooth your hair out of your face that forces you to look up at him. You attempt to keep your heart beat at bay, even if the way he looks pleased with your futile trial of complimenting him. In reality, you thought it looked more than just pretty. Jungkook looked … hot. He was already attractive as he was, and his confident yet quiet nature made him exponentially hotter—but his long, purple hair and the new eyebrow piercing just made him even sexier.

“It matters.” He smiles, cocking his head to the side as you bashfully step aside to allow him to enter your apartment.

He settles in like he’s the missing piece to the lonely nights you spend on your dining table studying away for a test or an exam. And you suppose that Jungkook’s always fit right in, wherever you were. He was a comfortable presence in your life, even when the two of you were in high school and he’d come over for tutoring lessons. Or when it’d be just you and him in your mother’s car while you taught him how to drive.

Jungkook’s somehow always filled in the other seat in your life when there called for two. Even when you note that he still sits on one foot while the other hangs off the couch, a habit he’s had since he was young, or the way that he’s still stupidly polite not to sprawl himself across your couch like Jimin and Taehyung did whenever they were over. Jungkook’s always been there and you were always there to see.

“So … what’s up?” His voice interrupts the daydream that got you a little more soft than you’d like. You shake your head as you shut the door behind you, turning around to fully face Jungkook.

“The ceiling?” You reply lamely, a soft chuckle escaping your lips when you see him roll his eyes.

“Ha ha,” he mocks, “I meant if there was anything you wanted to talk about. You know—since you texted me to come over.” He finishes with a raise of his brow.

You still as your brain processes his words. You did text him first. You had just finished a lengthy meeting with the student union and didn’t feel like studying just yet—and you just so happened to have been thinking about Jungkook when you caught a glimpse of your phone (when were you not).

You didn’t have a reason, even if your conscience would argue that you did and it was because you missed him. Even if you were the one that needed time. Your heart and mind wanted two different things, but they both revolved around Jungkook. So, you compromised and settled for a simple text.

“I don’t know,” you mumble, shuffling towards your couch as you plop in the loveseat across from him.

He ogles the way that you chose a seat that wasn’t the one that he was sat on. He doesn’t point it out, though. Instead, a firm line settles on his lips before he leans back to your couch, eyes still trained on your figure.

“You don’t need to sound so shy,” he says, “I’ll always come if you’re the one that’s asking.”

Your eyes widen when your head darts up. When you look at him, you swear that you’d melt because he was looking at you with mirth dancing in his eyes. The somewhat dim lighting of your living room made him look so … cosy. He looked more comfortable, probably knowing that you weren’t going to nag at him for manspreading at the way you can only stare. You don’t know if it’s on purpose but you’re sure it is—but Jungkook’s eyebrow piercing is strategically exposed when he raises a brow, flicking his bangs aside. Your brain short-circuits.

“It’s not—I’m not—I’m not …” You stutter when he catches you looking like a deer caught in headlights. But all he does is let out a deep chuckle before reaching an arm out.

You stare at the arm that extends itself, eyes trailing up the limb as you gawk at his tattoos. He wasn’t one to flaunt, even though he didn’t pretend like he didn’t have any. So even your friends didn’t catch much of his tattoos unless he was at the gym or changing during practices with the way he practically lived in long sleeves. But now, it was just you and him, in your living room while he practically invites you over with his smile and doe eyes.

“Come ere’,” he mumbles as you continue to stare, “Next to me, please.”

You blink a few times when you realise that he’s beckoning you over with the arm that’s extended. You buffer for a second when he continues to smile at you with that easy grin of his, the one that’s both able to calm you and reduce you into a mess of nerves. But after a few beats, your limbs start moving at their own accord as you push yourself off the couch, slowly inching towards Jungkook and the empty spot next to him where you plop down into.

“Here?” You ask softly.

He laughs, and it’s a nice sound. Your mind had been muffled ever since he first showed up with that new hairstyle of his and that Godforsaken eyebrow piercing, and now when he looks at you like you were the only thing that he’s ever wanted—your heart can’t take it.

“Closer.” He encourages with a tilt of his head. Then, he delivers the final blow. “Just wanna hold you.”

You freeze, hands stilling on the plush of your couch as you were about to shift closer. The words are still processing in your mind even if you knew exactly what he said and what he meant. The heat on your face was definitely proof of that.

“Oh my God, don’t just say that!” You cry, burying your head into the back of the couch when you turn away from him.

Jungkook’s still laughing at you, hands clutching his stomach instead of trying to reach out for you as you whine into the fabric. He was killing you and your poor heart, and he was doing a damn good job at it. He didn’t need to do much because his presence was always enough to reduce you to absolutely nothing and a pile of mush.

It was this ambiguous back and forth that you’ve settled into with Jungkook after your last serious conversation that had your heart weaker and softer than ever. Every moment you spent with him, even in the crowd of your friends—you knew what you wanted. But there was still an irrational (and insecure) part of you that wanted to wait. To see if he actually meant his confession or was he driven by desperation to keep a friend close.

You should’ve had faith in Jungkook the way he blindly and willingly put in you. Even if you were the more unstable one between the two of you. But your mind worked endlessly to remind you of what the two of you shared, and who you had to share him with—and how she was everything that you weren’t.

“I’m sorry!” He laughs, and you feel a hand reach around your waist to tug you upwards as you squeak at his show of strength. “Was that too much?” He asks softly when you’re facing him, face definitely still flushed as you avoid his face and opt to stare at the chain around his neck.

Even that was making your insides feel funny.

“No …” You mumble, leaning forward until your forehead is pressed against his chest as his fingers drum against your waist. “I’m just shy.”

He chuckles.

“You don’t have to be shy.” He tells you, “It’s just me.”

You blink up and narrow your eyes at him.

“That’s not fair! You can’t just turn up to my house looking like—that—and expect me to be fine!” You huff, gesturing towards his entire frame as he simply listens with an amused raise of his brow.

He tilts his head to the side and even has the audacity to look confused when he smirks at you.

“Me? What did I do? It’s just hair dye and a piercing.”

You huff.

“It’s just hair dye and a piercing,” you repeat in a low voice, clearly meant to represent him as his face scrunches adorably at your impression of him.

“That’s not how I sound like.” He deadpans.

You stick your chin up snootily with a satisfied smile.

“You so do. You sound that dumb with what you just said.” You retort petulantly.

Jungkook stares at you for one long second before he’s pulling you flush against his chest with a wide grin on his face as he attempts to smother you with his arm. You squeal when you feel his fingers around your waist as he squeezes the flesh. He manoeuvres his way around your body until you’re perched on his lap, hands reaching out against his chest so that you could establish some distance (which you fail miserably at).

The room is filled with your gasps and Jungkook’s cackles, and with the way he’s crowding your body with his own—all you can smell is Jungkook. He smells fresh, as always. Especially since he chooses to opt-out of cologne and pays favourable attention to the type of laundry detergent, body wash and shampoo that he uses that gives him the boyish, clean and charming natural scent that he has. And it drives you insane.

So when you look up at him through your lashes in a break when Jungkook’s heaving at how he’s attempted to tickle you, and all you can see is how good he looks with his purple hair paired with the way he unconsciously licks at his lips to wet them; and the eyebrow piercing and tattoos. You melt—and so does your filter.

“Can I suck your dick?”

Granted, that isn’t a question you pose after he’s just tickled you in good faith while giggling away with his doe-eyes, or even the way his hands are placed at a respectful distance away from your bum. And it definitely isn’t a question that Jungkook’s expecting because his eyes shoot wide open, while his foot kicks up hard enough that it crashes against your coffee table.

“W-What?!” He cries, hands gripping your shoulder to push you away so that he can get a proper look at your face.

And it’s on fire.

But you can’t take back your words, especially when Jungkook’s looking like he demands some sort of explanation.

“I—I …” You stutter but your body is lax in his, and your thighs are still straddling Jungkook’s. You aren’t stupid or that naive, so you definitely know the firmness that presses against your inner thigh is a sign that he’s not opposed to your proposition.

Before you can say anything with how your mouth fails you, Jungkook snaps up until your foreheads nearly crash against each other as he presses his palms against your cheeks, staring you intently in the eye until you’re squirming under the scrutiny.

“I don’t hate it.” He assures you softly, but his eyebrows are furrowed. “But I need to hear it from you that you know what you’re saying.”

You blink at him and all Jungkook does is wait for you patiently. What were you saying? That you wanted to suck his dick? You did. You wanted to do a lot of things to and with Jungkook. Curse him for turning up looking the way he did and meddling with your restraint on needing time. But there was a brewing feeling of need in your chest that wants to please Jungkook, that wants to see him quiver under your tongue the way he has had you before. They weren’t all pleasant memories, purely because your poor heart has had to fight to disassociate your feelings from pleasure when you couldn’t do it.

But you’ve never made Jungkook feel good, at least in the way he was able to do for you.

“I-I—” you mumble, eyes darting everywhere but Jungkook’s gaze doesn’t waver at all. You take a deep breath, nibbling on your lips as your eyes dart up to the ceiling before they return to his face. He’s still waiting. “I want to. I really do.” You assure him, your own hands reaching out to clutch at his collar.

Jungkook’s cock twitches in his pants, and you feel it. You give an experimental swivel of your hips because you know it must feel good for Jungkook. And it does with the way his breath hitches, but his hands leave your face to grab at your hips to stop your motions. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, but all Jungkook does is sigh.

“You don’t have to …” he whispers, “I—you said you needed time and I don’t want to ruin this. What we have.”

You purse your lips.

“I know I said I needed time but I want to, Jungkook,” you tell him seriously, “What happened before was a product of our miscommunication but it’s different now,” your eyes are firm when they stare into his, your face leaning forward for emphasis, “Unless you don’t want me to—”

“Baby, no,” he reaches out to pull you closer to his chest, “I do. God—I can’t think of anything else but … I don’t want to fuck this up.” His eyes flutter shut as he rests his forehead against your breast bone. It’s not sexual at all, and you can hear the genuine frustration that laces Jungkook’s voice.

“You won’t,” you say softly, reaching a hand through his hair, “I want to learn. I want to learn how to make you feel good too.” You whisper.

Jungkook releases a low groan that makes your stomach clench in desire. You realise that throughout the escapades that the two of you have engaged in, you were the vocal one purely in the sense that you were whining, moaning and sobbing in pleasure at Jungkook’s doing. But Jungkook was vocal in the way he spoke to you. Even if it was mean and you found yourself crying after it happened because he pretended that you didn’t exist—there was something about the way he guides you through your highs in that raspy voice of his that made you cum harder each time.

“You’re serious?” He asks, finally looking up to confirm with you.

You nod your head.

“Dead.”

He nibbles on his lips, as his eyebrows scrunch in focus. He was heavily contemplating your offer and even if you never propositioned any male to suck his dick before, you’ve never heard of a case where they’d be hesitant to receive one. But you and Jungkook were different. You knew what you felt for him, and he knew what he felt for you—and somehow that made your odd request all the more important for the both of you.

“We’ll be okay, right?” He asks hesitantly, afraid. Your eyes soften as you nod.

“I want this, Jungkook.” You tell him again, and you’d repeat it as much as you can for him to know.

He sighs deeply.

“If at any point you feel … overwhelmed … just say the word and we’ll stop, okay?” He says, holding you by the shoulder while he hardens his eyes at you in seriousness. You nod your head as you scramble off his lap in a motion fast enough that Jungkook can’t process it.

Before the both of you know it, you’re on your knees, settled in between his legs as you peer up at him. Your heart was thundering in your chest because you had no idea what the fuck you were doing, but you wanted to do this. All because of that damn hair and piercing of his.

“Your knees,” he murmurs, attempting to tug you up but you’re stubborn when you stay rooted in position, eyebrows furrowed in determination as your jaw ticks.

“Isn’t this how it goes?”

“They’re going to hurt,” he points out.

You roll your eyes before narrowing them at him.

“Do you usually complain this much before you get your dick sucked or what?” You snap, patience wearing awfully thin.

Jungkook’s eyes widen at your blunt statement, especially when you reach out to rest your palms on his thighs.

“I don’t mean …” he mumbles, hands gripping the couch because he’s too afraid to touch you, “It’s not like that and you know it.”

You sigh, leaning your cheek against his kneecap and he feels his heart go into overdrive. It was different, with you. This wasn’t just another girl that wanted to suck his dick for his approval or whatever—this was the girl of his dreams, readily waiting to learn how he liked it. Though he’d argue that he’d like anything you do to him because his love-glasses blinded him that way. But there was still fear ebbing away at his heart, terrified at screwing it up even if you were the proposer in this case.

“Jungkook, I’m not going to disappear on you after this,” you say softly, still peering up at him, “I want this.”

Your heart tightens when he hesitantly reaches out to rest a hand between strands of your hair as he tilts your head upwards. Something about just sitting between his legs as they sprawl out wider to accommodate your body seems do domestic and intimate. Even the context of the situation makes you tingle from your fingertips all the way to your toes—you were here to learn, from Jungkook; on what he liked and didn’t.

You didn’t plan this. Admittedly you and Yena have talked on more than one occasion about how you really wanted to sleep with Jungkook—you didn’t have a timeline for it. It felt weird to put a date to it so you shoved the thoughts aside even if they popped up every once in a while. This just so happened to be one of those moments where your mind ventures into a more explicit territory whenever you were with Jungkook.

“I know you need time but …” his eyes flutter shut before he leans his head back into the seat—eyes staring up at the ceiling as if he was searching for answers that he didn’t have with himself. You wait because you suppose that’s the least you could do when you made him wait for you while you attempted to deal with your own feelings. When he looks down, his eyes are gentle yet resolute, “You know I love you, right?”

He sounds nervous even if he’s said it before. But the words don’t fail to make you flush or evoke the tremble in your ribcage—a signal from your body that tells you that it’s only Jeon Jungkook that could ever make you feel this way.

“God,” you huff, but the corners of your lip twitch and that’s enough to tell Jungkook that you did. You knew. “Can you teach me? Please?”

You’re pressing forward again, eagerly shifting on your knees as Jungkook takes one long look at you as if he was memorising this image to eternity. When he decides he’s satisfied, he rests into the seat before gently coaxing your hands away from his thighs and towards his—

“Start here,” he guides with a low voice, large palm encasing your smaller ones as you feel the metal of his zipper come into contact with your skin.

You blush, but you were an overachiever for a reason. The potential embarrassment of fumbling is tucked away in your mind, your only concern and fascination lie with the fact that Jungkook’s already hard that you feel him brush against your wrist.

“Don’t you need to get hard?” You ask softly.

Jungkook blinks before he’s giving you that devastating smile of his, the one where only one corner of his lips turn up into an amused grin while you tilt your head at him in an inquisitive manner.

“I’m really hard right now,” he assures you; and to prove his point, his hand guides yours over the outline of his cock. You gasp because it’s the first time you’ve felt anything but your own intimates in your grasp.

You involuntarily squeeze your thighs together, appreciating the way that Jungkook’s beginning to bite on his lips while he focuses his attention purely on you. You knew just from feeling alone that Jungkook was not your averagely-sized male.

“O-Oh,” you breathe when your hands begin to work at their own accord—slowly unbuttoning his jeans, working your way down the zipper. The entire time, you’re occasionally looking up for any signs of approval from Jungkook, the resolved student in you needing appraisal from your teacher. And he picks up on your prompts, smiling at you gently even as his breath begins to turn uneven at the way you’re still gently pulling his pants down.

“You’re doing great,” his hand cards through your hair until his thumb reaches your cheek, rubbing a gentle motion to be paired with his words.

You smile to yourself, feeling more confident to tug his jeans down his thighs. You knew that Jungkook was well-built, it was a fact given that he was an athlete who frequented the gym more than any place on campus. He had impeccable stamina, even before he took football seriously—but the way that his thighs clench under your clammy hands only prove your point. But all you can really focus on is the outline of his cock from his boxers.

“Can I …?” You ask hesitantly, reaching out to tug at the hem of his boxers.

Before you can do anything, his hand stops your wrist as you immediately pause in your ministrations. Your eyes widen, fully ready to pull away in case you did something wrong. What if he didn’t like it? What if he changed his mind or that you were bad—?

“Stop thinking,” he chides, “I want this. I love your hands, anything that you do,” he whispers in reassurance as you swallow. “How about you feel me first? Over the boxers. Baby steps.”

You exhale, nodding your head as your hand reaches to cup his length in your hand. You gasp in tandem with Jungkook, feeling the heat radiate from his dick as you give an experimental squeeze. You look up to gauge his reaction, and you suppose it’s good with the way his breath hitches. He doesn’t say anything and you take that as your cue to continue, your hand squeezing tighter upwards, right before your thumb rubs over what you think is the tip.

“It’s wet,” you blurt.

You’re about to hastily apologise because who the hell points that out before giving someone a blowjob?

“Yeah,” he releases a shaky breath, “I’m so hard right now you have no idea.” He laughs, throwing his head back.

You don’t say anything else, but you continue to work your way up and down his length over the cloth—and for some reason, you feel like it never ends. The heat from his cock, the stirring in your belly or the wetness that begins to accumulate between your own thighs. His hand rests in your hair in a gentle way, simply remaining there as he allows you to have your way on his cock.

That realisation makes you feel the need to go further, so you do. You squeeze until you reach the base of his cock, and you feel the outline of his balls. You briefly read online that some guys liked it when you squeezed—so you did. And Jungkook nearly lurches forward and knees you in the face when you do.

“Fuck, baby,” he chokes in a laugh.

“Sorry,” you mumble, but your heart isn’t there when you grin in satisfaction to yourself. The term of endearment doesn’t fall onto deaf ears either, and it shoots straight to your core.

Deciding that you weren’t happy with just fondling him above his boxers, in one swift motion; said fabric now drapes over his thighs and you’re welcomed with the sight of Jungkook’s engorged cock staring you straight in the face.

You assume it’s bad taste to just stare at someone’s intimates as if you were dissecting the anatomy right as you were about to get down to business. But you couldn’t help it. Jungkook had such a … pretty looking cock. You don’t know if penises could look aesthetic nor were you going to be superficial and say that penises should look a certain way. But he had such a pretty cock and it only made you want to shove it all the way down your throat. But your inexperience tells you to relax because you weren’t about to embarrass yourself like that.

“Do you … hate it?” Jungkook asks tentatively.

He wasn’t particularly an insecure person. He knew he was good looking and had a great body—he worked hard for it! But that’s because he never cared about anyone and what they had to say enough for it to affect his self-confidence. But you were the one person that he’s sought for validation ever since he was just a teenage boy, before the muscles and the confidence he’s developed over the years.

Especially when he was so hard that he thinks he’s going to bust a nut the second your mouth touches his cock—the way that you’re staring only makes him anxious.

“You’re really big,” you tell him, eyes peering up, “And pretty.”

Jungkook blushes. He can’t believe it but the fact that he’s the one that’s flustered when you were the ‘inexperienced’ one only goes to show how whipped he was. He almost laughs, but your hand is touching his bare cock and he nearly chokes at the firm grip you immediately take. He really almost laughs, because even now—you were a quick learner, an observant student who already probably knew what he liked.

Your hands twist upwards when you jerk him off, and Jungkook tries his best to keep his hips at bay even if he’s letting out low groans the tighter you squeeze. Your eyes occasionally dart up to observe his reactions, and you’re pleased to see that his mouth is slightly agape whenever his breathless pants leave them. You didn’t know that pleasuring someone else could feel this fulfilling for yourself—but you liked it. You liked the way he felt in your hand, the precum that oozes out from his tip that taints your fingers—and you especially liked the way his head is thrown back while the grip in your hair tightens simultaneously.

“You could spit on it,” his shaky voice interrupts your mental dialogue as you look up at him. He cocks his chin towards his cock as you were hyper-focused on his length. You note that you barely could wrap your fists around him and that you needed the help of both hands.

“Would you like that?” You ask.

He nods.

“It chafes when it’s dry,” he points out.

You open your mouth in acknowledgement as you nod your head slowly. You remember when he had spit on your pussy, and even if it was in the heat of the moment and you were already wet enough—you liked it. But you also note that the way you’re jerking him off his dry so you rev the spit up in the back of your throat before you lean forward, allowing the glob of spit to drop down his cock.

The breathless groan that he lets out immediately shoots to your core as you peer up at him. He’s already looking at you do, and you feel compelled to shoot him a small smile. And when you do, he groans even if your hands have momentarily stilled as you raise a brow at his reaction.

“How are you still so cute,” he huffs.

You blink.

“Are you really calling me cute right before I’m about to suck your dick?” You deadpan.

He sighs, but his hand rubs a gentle circle on your head.

“It’s a good thing,” he promises, “Can’t you feel how hard I am right now? You could breathe near my dick and I’d probably nut.”

You snort, even if the compliment is super boyish and very Jungkook—you feel your heart swell. You’re both terrified and how you’re reacting to his simple words, but the cheesy grin he sends you from above only makes your stomach feel lighter and your heart soar higher.

“So how do you like it?” You ask.

It’s a little too odd to be having this conversation as your hand continues to work lazily on Jungkook’s cock. He seems to not mind, especially when his hips occasionally buck upwards to chase the feeling. He blinks in an attempt to focus on your query and not how good your hand feels around him, even if it’s in a rest.

“How about you just start with the tip?” He suggests.

You nod your head before you lean forward, and you don’t know if Jungkook feels it—but your heartbeat is beating rapidly against your chest. You’re not … scared, but you’re also a little scared. Mostly because it’s a foreign territory and you’re unsure how it’d taste (even if Yena warned you from having high hopes). But Jungkook ate relatively healthy and drank a lot of water; and worked out regularly.

You finally kiss the tip, and Jungkook just about melts, cock twitching at the contact as you stick your tongue out to take a tentative lick of the precum that oozes out from his hip. It’s not pleasant, nor is it anything to puke over. You’re partial to it, mostly because you’re super turned on and you like the way that Jungkook seems to be eagerly waiting while his other fist that isn’t in your hair grabs at the couch in anticipation.

You don’t intend to be that erotic, but you don’t break eye contact even when you envelop the tip into your mouth. It’s the widest part of Jungkook, and it’s already a pleasant stretch to your lips when you run your tongue on the underside of his cockhead.

“Y-You sure you n-need me to—ah—teach you?” He asks breathlessly when you use your free hand to jerk the base of his cock.

You hum around his length, and Jungkook groans in tandem, hips jerking upwards in response as you feel his cock briefly drag against the roof of your mouth. He’s about to apologise, especially when he leans forward, but you briefly release him to shake your head.

“I’m a big girl,” you tell him with a grin.

Jungkook chuckles before resting back. He can’t quite believe that you’re on your knees right in front of him, sucking his dick like an obedient student. It’s eerily similar to many of his high school wet dreams, and it probably exceeds them with the way you’re sucking him back into your mouth; slowly inching your way further until you’re halfway down.

Your mouth is hot, and in fact—a dream. It’s probably the fact that it’s you that Jungkook feels all his senses be elevated in a way he’s never felt before. It was the way that his heart soars in his chest while his stomach caves in when he feels your tongue swipe under his shaft.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” he croons, hand carding tenderly through your hair, “Be careful of your teeth.” He adds on when he feels the scrape of them against his cock.

He didn’t hate it, but he rather enjoys the softness of your mouth without the fear of you chewing his dick off.

You look up at him apologetically, but he only returns it with a half-hearted smile—purely because your hand is working its way on what you can’t fit into your mouth just yet. You’re an impeccable learner, and Jungkook thinks that he didn’t need to guide you at all with the way you’re doing everything just right. Or maybe it’s his love-sick mind that makes everything feel infinitely better. Maybe other guys wouldn’t like it—but his heart only drops when the thought arrives. He wanted to be the only person that could feel your mouth this way.

Your tongue is working hard when it continues to slobber against his cock. And he doesn’t know if you’re doing it on purpose, but you’re messy when you vacuum your cheeks—spit pooling at the sides of your mouth when you bob your head up and down. All Jungkook can feel is your mouth, and beads of sweat are already accumulating at his hairline while his breathing turns uneven with the only things escaping his lips are moans and groans.

You’re enjoying the way that Jungkook looks like he’s slowly losing control of himself and his tongue. All he’s doing is moaning, even the grip in your hair tightens when he unconsciously pushes your head further down on his cock. You realised that sucking dick wasn’t that theoretical as you thought it was. You were simply observant, gauged what made Jungkook’s breath hitch, what he didn’t react much to—and you knew for a fact that he appreciated the slobber.

And the spit. And the squelches of your lips meeting his cock. You did, too. It’s almost embarrassing to admit, but you were drenched just by observing Jungkook’s reactions. That only spurs you on further when you work harder, hand reaching down to cup his balls as you hear Jungkook release a breathy whimper. The sound immediately shoots to your core as you let out a moan of your own.

“Fuck,” he gasps, “You’re fucking evil.”

He’s breathlessly laughing, but you don’t let it hinder your actions. If anything, his words drive you further when you push his cock further into the cavern of your mouth, the gasp leaving his lips a sign that he probably didn’t expect that. You feel his stomach clench when you continue to bob your head up and down, and you’re giving yourself a mental pat on the back at the way you’re able to labour your own breathing through your nose. You were a natural if you did say so yourself.

“M’ gonna cum,” he mumbles through a moan, hand tightening around your hair as you take that as a sign to squeeze his balls harder. His hips jerk, hitting the back of your throat that has you briefly gagging around his cock. The visual and the sound sends Jungkook into overdrive, his balls feeling heavier by the second and in desperate need of release. He wants to apologise, but you don’t seem to mind with the way you continue to hollow your cheeks and function around his length.

“Where can I—fuck—where can I cum?” He rushes his words out, shallowly thrusting into your mouth as you hum around his cock.

He pulls out by pushing you back with a firm palm on your shoulder as your eyes widen, and when he’s shooting ropes of cum onto your face as it drips down your neck. You weren’t sure if he was supposed to cum that much, but it keeps on coming as you sit there obediently with your mouth open, in case it lands anywhere else. Jungkook’s groaning above you as he jerks himself off through the last bits of his orgasm, his hazy eyes darkening further when he spots the white that paints your face.

“I thought guys liked it if we swallowed?” You tilt your head to the side and Jungkook thinks he’s about to die.

“You’re actually going to kill me if you do that. So no. Not today.” He snorts, relaxing back into the couch as his post-nut clarity starts to hit him. He stares at the ceiling, feeling immensely satiated.

“This is like a facial at the spa,” you mention off-handedly as you climb up between his thighs, cum still staining your face. And Jungkook can’t believe it, but he thinks you look so cute painted with his cum. It’s a primal instinct the way that his eyes linger longer, feeling territorial with the way that he’s the only one that gets to see you like this.

“You’re so weird,” he snickers but you pout at him. And you do the next thing that gives Jungkook a heart attack.

Your tongue swipes over your lips where some cum remains, and even if his cock is flaccid—he feels it twitch in interest.

“Not bad. A little salty but overall … meh,” you shrug your shoulders as Jungkook gawks at you.

“You …” he trails off, “God.”

You smile up at him, all innocent as if you didn’t just give him the suck of his life—as your first time sucking dick.

“So? How was it?” You ask eagerly, leaning into his chest. He wants to ask about the cum that’s drying on your face, but you don’t seem to mind. You were so weird, but that only makes his heart grow fonder.

“Do you conduct feedback sessions after every blowjob?” He asks sarcastically.

You roll your eyes, “Do you want me to? I mean—I could offer my services elsewhere—”

Jungkook pinches your hip in retaliation, the insinuation making him growl as you snicker. He can only stare at you in amusement, especially when you’re still grinning up at him. Gone was the shy girl that proposed this, even if he noticed the flush on your cheeks and on the tip of your ears. It was insane how you took a one-eighty, but Jungkook appreciated it. He appreciated you.

“Ten out of ten. Magnificent. Absolutely life-changing. Thought I saw the gates of heaven for a second.” He teases.

You roll your eyes but a small smile appears on your face as you glance down to fiddle with your fingers. Jungkook can only stare at you, and he can’t fully describe this feeling but his heart feels so … full. So completed, even if you sucked his dick. He’s always felt this way, but there was something about you being wrapped in his arms after you had his dick in your mouth that made Jungkook go crazy. Crazy enough for him to blurt out the next thing on his mind.

“I want to be with you.” He blurts.

Your eyes dart up in shock as they widen. But Jungkook is as resolute as ever, a dopey grin still on his face.

“W-What?” You stutter.

He reaches for your hand, still slightly sticky with the slick from his cock but he doesn’t care. Not when you intertwine your fingers with his so seamlessly, so easily like you were meant to do so.

“I want to be with you. In whatever way you want to have me.” He murmurs, peering straight into your eyes.

Your heart stutters in your chest as you try to find the words to respond with. But you can’t. Your mind is still recovering from what you just did, and your heart is soaring. But there’s a part of you that’s hesitant. You knew it was unfair, for making Jungkook wait—but you were still scared. You were scared that he’d get bored of you, or what the two of you share one day. He may be ready to leave it all behind, but you don’t think you could deal with having to say goodbye to Jungkook in that way.

And it’s as if he can read your hesitation, he brings your intertwined hands to his lips before pressing a kiss to your knuckles, eyes still soft when they remain on your frozen state,

“I’ll wait,” he says softly, “For as long as you need me to. Until you’re ready.”

“J-Jungkook …” you mumble, flustered when you look away.

He nudges his nose against your cheek, pressing a smile to your jaw as you hum in embarrassment.

“I fucked up.” He says. You’re about to interrupt but he seems to have his own things to say. “I said things that hurt you. I did things that hurt you and I can’t ever forgive myself for that. I know you’re not punishing me and I never once thought that way. Even if that isn’t the case, the least I can do is wait. Not only because of what I did but because no matter what—I want to do this right this time.”

He looks up to you and his gaze is so earnest that it makes the words get trapped in your throat while you stare at him.

He smiles, soft and gentle when he rubs a thumb across your cheek.

“I’m serious about this. About you. Even if you decide that you don’t want this or that your feelings have changed … I’ll still be here.”

Jungkook takes your breath away as you gape at him. The silence he leaves you with only makes you reaffirm your stance on how you feel for him. Yet, you can’t give him an answer now. Not when your mind still remains hesitant, and Jungkook didn’t deserve hesitant. Even if he’s hurt you—he didn’t deserve your confusion. Neither of you did.

You lean into him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. It’s intimate this way, the way that his cum dries on your face and that his dick is still out. It’s almost funny, but Jungkook wouldn’t have it any other way. He’d wait—for as long as he had to. And he’d do it over and over again, for you.

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 4 years ago

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Prompt: Requested, by a lovely anon. Hope you’ll like it, sweetie

Word Count: Long-ish

Pairings: Rhea Ripley x Reader

Warnings: +18, smut, oral sex, dirty talk

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

Tag: @sassymox , @waywardwrestlewritingwaif , @yungbludjazz360 , @placeoffreedom

Notes: If you’d like to check out my previous works, you can find them on my Masterlist 😉

“I think she’s into you” Asuka smirked, as she stared at Rhea, who was sitting down in one of the catering tables behind me “You should’ve seen the way she was eating you up with her eyes when you were interviewing Drew earlier” She giggled

“She is something! But also seems like trouble, so uh, no thanks” I laughed

“Come on, Y/N, how much trouble could a one night stand cause?”

“A lot when you know that it probably wouldn’t be a one time thing!”

“Oh” She smirked “And why is that?”

“Do you know me at all? If you think I could ride that face only one time and that’s it, then you don’t know me as much as I thought you did! Have you seen her? She looks like she knows exactly how to eat a pussy, ok?”

“I sure can” Rhea whispered in my ear “And if you ever want a free test drive” She slid a piece of paper on top of the table “Let me know, so I can prove it to you”

She stepped back towards the door, when she reached the doorway, she turned around and mischievously stuck her tongue out at me, the piercing in the middle catching the light

“I fucking hate you” I slapped Asuka’s arm

“Ouch” She dramatically screamed “You’re welcome! And let me know if she means it” She laughed when I got up from the table to go to the bathroom, so I could splash some water on my now burning face

……………………………………………….

My phone buzzed on top of the hotel bedroom’s nightstand

Rhea 😈: Good morning, gorgeous. When will you stop being so stubborn and come here to get that free test drive? 👅

Y/N 🍑: In your dreams, Ripley

Rhea 😈: C’mon, princess… Don’t pretend like you don’t want to 😏

Y/N 🍑: It’s not a matter of wanting, it’s a matter of doing what’s right

Rhea 😈: Exactly! And what’s right is for you to come to room 635 right now and ride my face 👅💦

Y/N 🍑: 🤦‍♀️ You’re no good...I gotta go now, I need to shower

Rhea 😈: Can I join you? You know, just in case you need some help of course 😇

Y/N 🍑: Yeah, that’s exactly why you want to join me 🤥

…………………………………………………

Later that day as I was heading to hair and makeup, I heard someone wolf whistling at me. I turned around to find the blonde and female version of the Devil, right behind me

“You scared me”

“Sorry, princess” Rhea leaned against the wall “I just had the perfect view of your ass and fuck, it looks so good that I couldn’t help myself” She smiled

“You are so filthy” I tried to hold back my laugh

“But you love it, don’t you?” She roamed closer “I know you wanna laugh” She teased “Or at least giggle”

She dipped her head down towards my neck, nuzzling her nose against my skin

“You drive me crazy” She mumbled

“Rhea...” My words died on my lips when her arms circled around my waist and her hands rested against my ass, pulling me even closer to her

“I know you’re playing hard to get, but I’m reaching my limit here” Her hands caressed my ass “I’m starting to wonder if I’m doing the right thing, because it feels like I’m pushing you into wanting something you’re not in the mood for”

“You’re not doing anything wrong” I caressed the back of her neck and let my nails lightly scratch her scalp, which made her growl

“So I’m not overstepping here?” She asked

“No, you’re not”

She lifted her head up, and tightened her grip around my waist

“So you won’t mind if I do this?” She leaned down, brushing her lips against mine, testing the waters but also giving me a chance to pull back if I wanted to.

When she realized I wasn’t going to stop her, she fully captured my lips in a breathtaking kiss. Biting my bottom lip, until it slid out of her teeth. I opened my eyes to find a dumb smile glued to her lips

“Oh, you like me” She teased, kissing my lips once more “You like me a lot” She smirked

“You’re so childish” I cackled, as an intense pink shade took over my cheeks

“And you’re blushing?” She hugged me tightly “You really like me” She attacked my neck with several nips, making me squirm and laugh loudly

“You’re so cute together” We heard Asuka say, as she passed by our side in the hallway

We both startled when we heard her voice “Fuck, I thought it was boss lady” Rhea chuckled

“I know, I almost shit in my pants thinking I was going to be fired” I laughed along with her

“Come get dinner with me tonight?”

“I don’t know, Ree...I don’t like to think someone can take a picture of us together and put it on the internet, just so then people can say that I got this job because of you”

“But you didn’t!”

“Yes, but you know how people are, they just assume things, and suddenly fiction becomes truth, even when it’s the farthest thing from it

“Ok...my hotel room then? We can order some room service, have a chit chat, make out” She growled playfully

“That’s all you want me for?” I teased

“No” She giggled “But I’m not gonna sit here and lie to you either! I feel very attracted to you and would love if we had sex, but that’s not the main reason why I like you”

One of the things I loved the most about Rhea was her raw honesty, she’s always one to tell you the truth, no matter how harsh or sappy it is

“Ok, I accept your invitation”

“Really?” She smiled widely, spinning me around the hallway

“Rhea, you’re gonna make us fall!” I laughed

……………………………………………………….

“It looks fine, Y/N!” Asuka said, chewing on a handful of popcorn

“Right” I rolled my eyes in annoyance, staring at the full length mirror in front of me “It displays my pouch beautifully” I poked my belly

“First of all, you’re beautiful! Stop putting yourself down like that!” She stood up from her bed and stopped by my side “Secondly, you could be wearing a trash bag and Rhea still would think you are the most beautiful woman on the earth! Trust me, I know what I’m saying” She smirked

“You heard her say something?” I asked, hopeful

“I heard a thing or two” She smiled wickedly “But I’m not telling you anything!” She laughed when I scowled

…………………………………………………………

I knocked on her door, already regretting my choice for an outfit (which basically consisted of a pair of yoga pants, with a loose crop top shirt and some sneakers), but before I could run back to my room and change outfits, she opened the door and her whistle was what made me get out of my self deprecation daydream.

“Fuck, you look hot” She smirked

See what I meant about the raw honesty?

Shaking my head while chuckling, I said “Thanks”

She offered me her hand, pulled me inside her bedroom and pressed me against the closed door, kissing me as if her life depended on it

“What happened with the ‘food first, sex later’ rule?” I laughed, as she pulled me towards her

“That was before you showed up at my door looking like this” She smacked my ass “This is your fault, princess, not mine” She hugged me tightly

I stepped away from her, turned around and walked towards the bed, giving her the perfect view of my ass in the light grey yoga pants

Do I know my ass looks insanely good in those pants? Yes!

Did I do it on purpose? Hell yes!

When I reached the bed, I placed myself in all fours on top of it, wiggled my ass in the air and looked over my shoulder at her

“Come, Rhea” I purred, and cackled at the low growl she made

She ran towards the bed, grabbed my hips and pushed me down on the mattress, locking me there with her body weight

“You’re in some big trouble, missy”

“Am I? What did I do?” I batted my lashes innocently

She chuckled “You’re no good, woman!” Her hands dipped underneath my crop top, and grabbed my breasts through the bra “And to think I was worried about corrupting you, when in fact you’re as dirty as I am” Her tongue traced patterns along my neck

“Rhea, please” I moaned

She pushed my pants down, but suddenly stopped to sit up

“Where are your panties?” She smirked

“Oh damn it! I knew I was forgetting something” I smiled devilishly

“Fuck” She panted, dipping her head down to my core

I sighed deeply in content, when her tongue met my clit “You’re so fucking good” I looked down and she winked. My hand quickly grabbed her short blonde locks at the same time she pushed two fingers in

“Oh my fucking -” I pulled on her hair when her fingers inside of me curled and her lips began to suck on my clit

I looked down to find her gaze glued to my face “I’m gonna cum” I moaned “Fuck you’re gonna make me cum so good” I bit my lip in order to control my moans

The next touch of her tongue piercing against my bundle of nerves was what made me explode around her fingers.

Rhea’s fingers and tongue actions became softer and softer as I came down from my high. Smiling, she made her way up, towards my lips and kissing me softly

“Why are you so good at this?” I asked, completely mind blown

“Told you I could eat pussy” She chuckled

“Fuck, I think you ruined me” I panted

“Oh no, princess” She grinned “I’m not even close to ruining you yet”

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bigfemdomenergy · 4 years ago

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Pet Games

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Anime: Attack on Titan

Pairing: Erwin Smith x Reader x Levi Ackerman

Word Count: 1400+ words.

Summary: The game is this: if Levi can resist cumming while you and Erwin fuck, he won’t get edged. Problem is—this was not a game he could win.

Warnings: Corruption, collar and leash, vaginal fingering, handjob, vaginal penetration.

Note: This was my first request. Hopefully you enjoy it!

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There’s nothing prettier than Erwin kneeling beneath you with a collar on and a leash. His hair is a mess from the usual polished and combed, and those eyes of his were practically begging you. It’s usually after rough expeditions that he needs you to help him relax, to feel taken care of, to forget, to only let pleasure fill his thoughts. You were happy to oblige, and what with the new customised collar you got, who were you to deny him?

“Do you like it?” You traced your fingers across the collar, the leash wrapped up in your other hand.

Erwin nodded, sitting between your legs and looking up at you. You casually sat on the edge of the bed, observing the way he pressed his cheek to your thigh. “Yes, miss.”

You hummed in content. “And what does it mean to you, pet?”

“That I’m yours, miss,” Erwin said quietly, shivering. He was right. The collar had your name on it, simple and elegant. The design itself was nothing special—a black collar with your name in white and a little bell. But that was fine, and it was even better when that was the only thing Erwin was wearing.

You tugged on the leash and pulled him up. Your lips met, soft but rough. He pressed up close to you, as close as he can, bulky arms on either side of you. One of your hands trailed down his chest, slowly, painfully so. You only reach his stomach when it brushes against his cock, fully erect and dripping precum. Why? Because Levi was watching.

He sat in the armchair next to the window, naked save for his white dress shirt, hands fidgeting. It was a game. If Levi could watch you and Erwin fuck without doing anything else, you’d let him fuck you next. He couldn’t touch himself but he could come up close and touch you two. If he came or touched himself without permission, well, it’s a whole week of edging. You three have done this before and Levi knows that whole week would be hellish. You and Erwin loved teasing.

“Miss,” Erwin whined softly, noticing yours eyes on Levi. He nuzzled your neck and you placed a hand on the back of his head, scratching contently. “Please?”

“Please what, pet?” Your other hand was rubbing his stomach, brushing the head of his cock occasionally. Driving him insane.

“Can I be inside you?”

“Already?” You raised an eyebrow and pulled his hair, tipping his head back so you could meet his eyes. He’s desperate. Erwin swallowed as you licked his throat, hearing Levi adjust in his seat. “Hm. Then…” You grabbed Erwin’s hand and guided it to your mouth, taking his fingers in and sucking. Erwin groaned quietly at the sight of you, thinking about his cock in your mouth instead. Not to say he didn’t like his fingers in your mouth either.

You released his fingers and scooched back up on the bed into a comfortable position, loosening your grip on the leash as you spread your legs. You were already wet but it’s good to be prepared. Erwin’s eyes lit up and he prowled towards you, knowing exactly what you wanted. You exhaled slowly as his finger entered you slowly, thumb rubbing your clit.

“Fuck...you’re so hot and wet,” Erwin muttered. “I can’t...I need you now.”

“Patience, pet. Be a good boy for me,” you said, squeezing around his thick finger. He added another and you moaned. From his chair, Levi was hard. Completely. You and Erwin glanced over, studying how Levi’s cock pressed against the bottom of his shirt, staining it with precum. You grinned, a leg lifting up to take Erwin’s attention again.

“F-fuck,” Erwin stuttered as your leg and foot rubbed against his cock. “Miss—miss, please.”

You rolled your hips against Erwin’s fingers, humming as he stretched you out and entered another finger. There’s a soft slick sound as Erwin began to pump faster, causing your breath to get stuck in your throat. “Mmh. Levi?”

Levi perked up. “Y-yes?”

“Come here.”

He all but stumbled over as you took Erwin’s fingers out of you. You tugged on the leash and Erwin drew closer on all fours with one arm propping himself up over your body, the other in your grip. Levi stood next to you two, cock weeping. He watched expectantly and didn’t resist as you jerked your head towards him and dropped your hand from Erwin. Erwin got the message and shoved his fingers into Levi’s mouth, causing the latter to let out a pitiful whine as he tasted your juices.

You occupied yourself by grabbing Erwin’s cock, startling a gasp out of him. You began to stroke and Erwin bucked his hips, groaning. The pleasure was already too much. He wanted to be inside you. His arm was shaking, trying to hold himself up. Eventually, he couldn’t take it anymore. He took his fingers out of Levi’s mouth to prop himself up, squeezing his eyes shut as you pumped him up and down. Levi, left to his own devices, whined, and you smirked.

“Want me to blow you while Erwin fucks me?” You asked him.

Erwin moaned as you twisted your wrist while Levi paused. He trembled at the thought and bit his lip. “I...can’t. If you...if you do that, I’ll cum.”

“That’s the point, isn’t it?” you teased, knowing he knew you knew if he came, it would be a temporary victory. He had to resist you and Erwin no matter how hard he got, no matter how much he wanted to put his cock in your mouth and fuck himself to climax. He had to resist. That was the point.

“Miss,” Erwin rumbled as you rubbed his slit. “Please? Can I be inside you now? I want to be inside you. Let me be inside you. Please? Please, miss?”

“Well, since you’ve been such a good boy,” you said and nodded, stopping your ministrations.

Erwin eagerly guided himself in, breathlessly chanting, “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, miss, thank you—ngh! Hah! Fuck! Fuck! You—”

Erwin pressed his face to your neck, groaning as you sucked him in and clenched tightly. How was he even supposed to move? You were overwhelming, and your eyes on him made him tremble and whine. As if you were about to devour him and he would let you. A thousand times over. Levi watching was only a cherry on top. While Levi’s goal was to resist, Erwin’s goal was to break Levi’s resistance.

“Miss,” Erwin breathed. “Can I go deeper?”

“Hm?” You were adjusting to his length, ready to take more. “Of course, pet.”

“Then, excuse me, miss,” Erwin said and grabbed your legs. He moved it over his shoulder and thrusted into you. You gasped, arching your back, head thrown back as he went in balls deep. Your hands held onto his arms, nails digging in, making Erwin groan in pleasure and pain. You grabbed onto the leash and pulled, yanking Erwin down to meet your lips. Tongues, saliva, heat. The slapping sounds of Erwin fucking you filled the room along with moans, breaths intertwining.

“Hah, miss. Miss.” Erwin kept bottoming out in you, making your toes curl. You scratched along his arms, leaving red lines, rocking your hips with him. Erwin’s breaths were laboured, his blown wide with lust, unable to resist you. He doesn’t know what else to do with himself, losing all sense of identity.

Levi’s eyes can’t take themselves off the two of you. He might just cum from this alone. He’s throbbing so much and he didn’t know where to put his hands. Your sly glance his way almost makes him lose strength in his legs.

“Haa, ungh, miss,” Erwin moaned. “You’re so fucking tight. I can’t—”

“What are you?” you grounded out, thrusting back in rhythm with him. “Tell me what you are. Who do you belong to, pet?”

“You!” Erwin cried, bucking his hips like a bitch in heat. “Yours! I’m yours, miss! Ngh. Yours.”

You smirked and pulled Erwin in from the collar, choking him a little. You pressed your lips hard against his, bruising, and his large hands on your waist tightened. God, it’s too much. He won’t last long. Not like this.

“Miss?” Levi’s voice cracked. You and Erwin pulled away, looking over at Levi as he stood there, face flushed, eyes hungry. “Please...I can’t anymore. I’m so hard it hurts.”

Erwin grinned as you said, “Oh, we can’t have that, can we? Come here. Let me kiss it better.”

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 4 years ago

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𝑆𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐵𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 (𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑆𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑔ℎ𝑤𝑎) 𝑅𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚂𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚠𝚊 (𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣)× 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 (𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎)

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚂𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝.

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟸.𝟹𝙺

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚋 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔, 𝚂𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚠𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎..... 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙.

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙾𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚡 (𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐), 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊, 𝚞𝚗𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚡 (𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗), 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐/𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔, 𝚂𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝙳𝚘𝚖! 𝚂𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚠𝚊 × 𝚂𝚞𝚋! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛.

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Adjusting the glasses that framed his face, the dirty blonde male carefully wiped the kitchen counter, making sure it was perfectly sanitized and free from any form of dust. Not forgetting to swipe the lint roller across the surface, he was so focused on his task that he slightly jumped when he heard the door open, then realized it was just his significant other coming back from her shift. Glancing over at the clock, he found it unusual for her to be coming back at this hour as it was rather late and her shift should have ended hours ago.

Grabbing the Lysol can, he went over to the front door where she was in the process of taking off her shoes and coat, dropping them onto the floor which particularly annoyed him. Standing next to her, he began to pick up her things and place them either on the rack specifically for their shoes or hanging them inside the closet.

"Seonghwa! What the fuck!?" His lover protested and swatted her hands at him when he proceeds to spray her with his aerosal disinfectant.

"We're still in the middle of a pandemic Y/N and I'm not taking chances." He justified himself.

Furiously ripping the mask off her face, she yanked the can off his fingers and threw it on the floor.

"Look! Just this once can you not pester me with your OCD habits?! I'm not in a good mood and I just want to be left alone!"

He stepped aside when she pushed past him and headed straight into her room, shutting the door rather harshly. He didn't budge an eye at her behaviour, he knew how stressing her job was, especially with a boss like hers. Sighing softly, he picked up the Lysol can and sprayed her shoes and coat before going back into the kitchen. He re-began his usual task of running his trusty lint roller all over the already clean and sanitized surfaces. When most of the paper came back with barely any brown spots his face lit up.

Picking up his little catty that held his cleaning supplies, he moved into the living room where he stopped in his tracks when he saw his girlfriend laying on the couch, wearing nothing but a white tank top and a pair of white cotton panties. He rolled his eyes and pondered how he was supposed to clean in the living room without waking her up. He didn't have the heart to place her back in her room since one, she was worn out and two, her room's air conditioning was still broken and it was a particularly hot day.

He opted to just clean around her as quietly as possible, not moving any furniture around so it wouldn't disturb her slumber. After finishing wiping off some of the dirt and grime, he grabbed a clean rag and began using furniture polish to make the wood shine more than it already was. He felt really proud when he could actually see his own reflection on it.

He started to pick up the various pictures they kept on the coffee table to wipe them off when he heard Y/N stir in her sleep behind him. He didn't really pay attention, much too focused on his task at hand and used to his girlfriend's sleeping antics. All was still for a few minutes, until she once again shifted in her sleep, only this time she released a sound that definitely startled him, making him drop the frame onto the coffee table. He semi kept it from making too much noise, cringing as he heard Y/N move even more, afraid he might have woken her up.

"Hwa...."

He whipped his head around, body turning with it as he questioned whether he was hearing things right or not. Scooting closer to her, Seonghwa looked down and noticed tiny sweat beads on her hairline, eyes scrunched together in frustration, nails scratching at the leather cushion she had her head rested on, hips slightly grinding against the couch underneath her. And to top it all off, she began emitting muffled moans, he was sure of it, knowing fully well what they sounded like.

Standing up, Seonghwa moved to sit behind her. Feeling the weight shift underneath her, Y/N unconsciously let one of her legs dangle off the couch, giving Seonghwa a perfect glimpse at the wet stain that was forming in her panties.

"Fuck.......you get wet dreams?"

He couldn't resist the urge to swipe his tongue across his lips as he stared at her core. Sucking in a breath, he got up and went back to his task of cleaning up, trying to think of anything to help calm down the boner that he was growing inside his sweatpants. He seemed to be doing a pretty good job at it.......

"Seonghwa...."

Dropping the rag onto the floor, Seonghwa pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Please don't do this to me. I can't..."

He let out a grunt when he saw just how big the tent in between his legs was. He took slow and deep breaths, hoping to cool himself down. He could not and would not wake up his exhausted girlfriend just because he felt the need to fuck her brains out. But as he heard her moans turn to whimpers and frustrated groans, he found his resolve weakening. He got back up and sat behind her again, watching her slow movements. He outstretched his hand and let it rest on top of her ass, his fingers eventually digging into her soft and tender skin, the wet patch in her panties becoming bigger and more soaked.

Quickly untying the drawstring, Seonghwa slipped his hand inside his pants, pumping himself slowly as he drew his hand in between her legs, one finger poking at her wet patch. He couldn't help the chuckle that escaped his lips when he felt her press back into his touch.

"Always responsive to my touch, aren't you my little bunny?"

Pushing her panties aside, he easily slipped one finger inside, wiggling it around experimentally. Seonghwa let out a proud smirk when she was still responding to his advances, her walls stretching out to accommodate the next two fingers he pushed inside her.

"So tight......so warm........"

He kept slowly pumping his fingers in and out of her, loving the way her walls clenched around his fingers. Wanting to test something out, he slipped his fingers completely out of her. Instantly, her lips pouted and she let out what sounded like a whine as her body moved further back, no doubt trying to find his hand once again. Seonghwa shook his head in a mocking manner.

"Always such a needy bunny."

Unable to resist anymore, he adjusts himself to lay down behind her and brought his face down near her back. Starting from her lower back, he began to place tiny open mouth kisses along her curves and trailed them down to her ass cheeks, where he began squishing them in his palms. Taking a hold of her panties, he slowly peeled them off her body and down her legs, effectively ridding her of the confining garment. His hands went back to her ass, lifting her up slightly. He bit his lip when he spread her folds, nearly drooling at the sight of her wet and delicious pussy.

Diving right in, he poked his tongue out, swiping it all up her slit. He felt her body shiver at the contact, but he remained undeterred. He just continued by swirling his tongue around her wet hole before sliding it in and out of her, occasionally latching his lips on her clit to give her a generous suck that had her whining. Somewhere along the way, Seonghwa became lost in her taste. Not longer paying attention to his surroundings, he just buried his face more into her heat, eating her out with a passionate and desperate hunger, unable to get enough of her. He was so distracted he didn't even notice that the girl had been woken up, her eyelids fluttering open and gasping softly as they looked at the scene taking place behind her.

"Seonghwa..."

Her hand reached out to stroke his hair, making his eyes shoot up and see her lustful gaze.

"Hey sleeping beauty." He giggled as he detached himself from her core, but not before giving her one last suck, emitting loud slurping sound.

"H-Hwa!" She called out at him, confused at what was going on as she still hadn't fully awoken yet.

Sitting up, he hovered his body on top of hers, hands cupping her jaw as he kissed her tenderly, remnants of her juices now being tossed into her mouth.

"You're so pretty, so tempting....couldn't hold myself back. You just looked so gorgeous." He justified his actions yet she was not complaining, except for one tiny thing.

"Seonghwa-" She begged him, hand reaching in between his legs to cup his boner.

Knowing what she was hinting at, he pulled away and began turning her back onto all fours.

"Don't worry bunny, I haven't forgotten that you haven't came yet."

His fingers took hold of the hem of her tank top, lifting it over her head and tossing it somewhere on the floor. His pants and underwear soon followed suit and ended discarded around the room. He guided her so she could rest her head and hands on the armrest.

"Just relax and leave it all to me babygirl."

Pressing a hand down on her back, he lined himself up and slowly began to push himself in, earning quite a few gasps and moans from both of them. He began a slow and steady pace, wanting her to feel every vein and ridge against her walls, not wanting to go harsh at all since she was still pretty tired. He opted for more sensual and deep strokes so he could hit against that spot that would have her crying out for him soon.

"You look so pretty my little bunny. You're taking me so well my little one."

She couldn't help but clench at his words, loving his pet name for her and the praises he was giving her.

"Fuck! Yes bunny- clench around me like that. God you feel amazing."

He moved his hands to cup her breasts, being gentle as he squeezed them and bounced them on his palms, fingers occasionally pinching and playing with her nipples.

Y/N released tiny pants and breaths, her ass pushing back against him whenever he pulled out of her. She loved her boyfriend's cock so much. It was long and girthy and best of all, he knew exactly how to angle his hips so he'd leave her seeing stars every time she came.

"You like that my dear? Like how my cock feels inside your little hole?"

She let out a shudder when his hand move to wrap around her waist, fingers caressing her lower stomach. He hummed softly as he ran his fingers across her tummy.

"Baby..?" She could hear his mischievous tone that was up to something.

Leaning in, he whispered in her ear.

"Let me cum inside you this time....."

She looked back at him with a puzzled look, however he was calm as he continued rolling his hips slowly against hers. He bent down to kiss her softly.

"Wanna fuck my baby in you."

She pulled away from the kiss to moan.

"S-Seonghwa-" She couldn't believe his words.

"Please my little bunny. Think about how insanely cute you'll look with a swollen belly.......carrying our little bundle of joy."

She clenched involuntarily at his words, nearly cumming right then and there. Seonghwa began thrusting a little harder against her.

"Fuck! You'll be so pretty with all the extra weight and bigger breasts- shit! Baby I'm gonna cum soon-please!"

He was erratic by now, begging her in earnest as he continued to fuck her pussy. Hearing his desperate pleas, Y/N gripped onto the armrest as she began cumming all over him.

"Seonghwa! Just- cum inside me!" She cried out.

Letting out a harsh grunt, Seonghwa began shaking as he spilled himself inside her, making sure to fill her up as much as he could, not stopping his movements until her tight walls milked him dry of all his hot cum. Y/N's face stayed hidden on the couch, face flushed and sweaty from all that just happened. She hissed slightly when she felt Seonghwa pull out of her. His finger worked quick to catch the cum leaking out a her, pushing it back inside and ensuring it wouldn't come out again. Turning her over, he brushed some of the hair away from her face, an adoring smile on his face.

"Seonghwa......what if...what if I do get pregnant?" Although it was in the spur of the moment, she wasn't completely sure if he meant it or not.

"Then I'll be the happiest man alive."

His answer shocked her, and he snores at her reaction.

"You're seriously hoping I get p-pregnant?" She raised an eyebrow and then looked down, unsure of how to feel.

Sensing her apprehension, Seonghwa pulled her up so it'd be easier to hug her.

"Listen honey, I'm serious about this. I want to start a family with you. Yes we're both young, but I think we're perfectly capable of raising a child. And don't worry..."

He kissed her forehead before whispering.

"I'll take care of you."

Y/N softened up at his words, unable to suppress the shy smile that was beginning to form on her lips.

"Well....I always did want a little girl.." She admitted.

Seonghwa beamed enthusiastically.

"So if I did get you pregnant-"

"Hold on Hwa, you're getting ahead of yourself. You forgot I'm on the pill so chances are that I'm not pregnant." She giggled.

Letting out a huff, Seonghwa picked his girlfriend up and started heading towards the bedroom.

"Ok from now on, stop taking the birth control and right now relax..."

She let out a squeak when he dropped her onto his bed and crawled on top of her, his eyes full of determination accompanied by a sly smirk on his lips.

"Cause we're trying this again..."

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