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i-dared-myself · 2 days ago

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Uncomfortable

Stray Kids x reader

Requested by anonymous: hello, ash! would it be good if i request something, pls? i was thinking of a 9th member au with skz, could you maybe write a compilation of scenarios in which the reader is made uncomfortable and how the guys help her through it? idk if you'll do this, i hope it's not too much!

You love your job, that much you were certain of. You love your fans, as well. You work so hard in every dance and every song.

So when you step out on stage your heart swells in pride to see the thousands of Stays. Knowing that your group went from nothing to this is incredible.

And they’re all here to see you.

Well- not just you. The other members are just as, if not more, important than you.

But at any given moment, thousands of eyes could be on you.

You had done many concerts before this. You had preformed more times than you could count. It had never bothered you before, and yet here you were.

You stand there in your concert attire, makeup and hair done. You look good and you know it, but what if people online didn’t think so? What if you were being recorded right now because there was a hair out of place?

“Hey.” Felix ducks down, using his body to cover the two of you from the crowd. “What’s going on?”

You force a smile, gripping at your shirt. “Nothing. I’m fine.”

Chan says something into a microphone, and the crowd roars. You make a move to join the others, but Felix’s hand wraps around your wrist gently. He tugs you back to him and looks you in the eyes.

“You look good,” he says simply. He smiles and his freckles scrunch up in the Felix-way that makes you want to grin as well. “We all know that.”

Your voice seems to catch in your throat as you try to respond. You cough. “But… What if I do something wrong?”

“You’re won’t, first of all,” he firmly says. “And secondly, we mess up all the time. Stay still loves us. It makes us human and that’s what they love about us.”

You nod slowly and take a deep breath. “Yeah. The best memes are made when we… Yeah.”

Felix releases you. “Ready?”

You trail after him to the group, smiling as brightly as you can. After a minute it turns into a genuine expression, and you know you love your job.

The concert goes by with very minimal mistakes. You have as much fun as you hope the fans do, and the guys all collapse into a pile next to you when you’re done.

“Gimme,” Hyunjin rasps to Jeongin. The younger man gets the message and hands him his water bottle.

“Good job, everyone,” Chan praises. He stretches out his joints and groans.

“Getting too old for this?” Seungmin arches an eyebrow teasingly.

Chan scowls and levels a finger at him. “Watch your mouth.”

You’re covered in sweat and feel sticky. You check the time and notice it’s very late. “I want to go shower at the dorms. Are we leaving soon?”

“Yeah, let’s go.” Chan does a head count for some reason before guiding the group to the van. You clamber inside and pull your phone out, wanting to see what everyone thought of the concert.

“You did great,” Minho mutters quietly. His voice is low enough that only you can hear it.

His words make your stomach tumble. You don’t get told often that you did good. Everything always what you could’ve done better. What someone else could have done better.

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You really aren’t in the mood for recording, but you sit patiently as your makeup is applied and your hair is manipulated. You’re given a set of clothes and once you put it on, you exit the changing room and rejoin the others.

“Uh,” Changbin begins, averting his eyes, “that’s an interesting outfit.”

You’re confused, but look down at yourself for the first time after rushing through getting dressed. It’s definitely the most revealing thing you’ve worn for recordings, and you’re not sure if you feel comfortable with that.

You’re not one to judge those for what you wear, but this is different. This is your job. This is where you’re supposed to be professional, and you have to wear… this.

It has what can only be described as a boob window. You tug it up uncomfortably, before down again when some of your stomach is shown.

The miniskirt is just as bad, to a level where you want to hide. You’re used to having to wear clothing similar to this, but never this bad.

Changbin adjusts his T-shirt. “Uh… Are you good with that?”

You nod.

The stylists know what they’re doing, right?

It would be rude to question them, right?

You walk to Hyunjin’s side and stand in place next to him. The set of instructions for the shoot are given, and all you can focus on is your outfit.

“That’s interesting,” Hyunjin says, unable to hide his disdain. His upper lip curls before he smoothes out his expression. “That’s… Wow.”

“I know.” You swallow and fiddle with the fabric again. “Is it that bad?”

Hyunjin nods. “Yes. Very.”

You curl into yourself, shoulders slumping. “Thanks, Hyunjin.”

“The colour compliments your eyes,” he mutters once he catches the look on your face. Hyunjin hooks an arm over your shoulder to pull you closer to him. “I think you look good.”

“But she’s not comfortable,” Seungmin bluntly says. He gives Hyunjin a dirty look. “Obviously.”

“No! I’m fine!” You wave your hands in a desperate attempt to gather their attention before they went rampaging to the stylists. “They worked hard!”

“Yeah, but do you want people to see you in that?” Seungmin questions. When you falter over a response, he sighs. “Boundaries are important, even at work.”

Hyunjin hums. “He’s right. And that shirt is ugly anyways.”

Jisung approaches, scowling slightly. “Aren’t we starting soon? Where are the others?”

“In a little bit. They’re still finishing preparations.” Jeongin leans down to touch his toes.

“Hey.” Seungmin pokes Jisung. “Give her your shirt.”

Jisung flinches back, clutching at his torso. “What? Why?”

“She doesn’t like hers.” Hyunjin pinches the material of Jisung’s clothing. “Too much skin.”

“I’m not wearing anything under this shirt.” Jisung winces and rolls out his shoulders. “Do we…”

Jeongin scoffs. “Wow. You’re not going to give her your shirt? You just want to stare at boobs, don’t you? You’re so misogynistic.”

“That’s not what that means.” You press a hand to your forehead. “Jeongin-“

“Fine then!” Jisung huffs. He strips his shirt off and flings it at you, putting his hands on his hips defiantly. “Happy? I love women!”

The staff all stare at him in confusion, while a couple of them shield their eyes with their hands.

“Jisung-“ You hold out his clothes, but Seungmin blocks you.

“Put it on!” Seungmin orders.

“But what about me?” Jisung pouts. “I can’t just be half-naked for the recording.”

“I mean, you could…” Hyunjin trails off. “Stay would love it.”

You step into a changing room, returning with Jisung’s shirt on. You hand him yours, which he struggles to put on. He keeps sticking his arms through the boob window, and Jeongin has to help him dress.

“It’s horrifying,” Hyunjin announces once Jisung is finished.

“I think you look good,” Felix vaguely says as he walks past. He’s staring at his phone.

“Which one of us?” Jisung puffs out his chest in what’s clearly an attempt to make you smile.

It works.

Felix glances up, eyes widening. “Are you allowed to wear that?”

“They put her in it, so it’s their fault.” Hyunjin shrugs and runs his tongue over his front teeth. “What about the miniskirt?”

“I’m not wearing that!” Jisung hisses. “This is bad enough!”

“Felix!” Hyunjin sings, chasing after the other man. Felix looks back over his shoulder before sprinting away.

So when Chan returns to the group, Changbin following closely behind, he taps his chin.

“The stylists are getting very… unique,” he carefully says. Chan’s eyes flick over Jisung in your shirt, and Felix, who had been wrestled into the miniskirt.

You frown, wearing Felix’s baggy pants. “Sorry. I can- I can put it back on if you want.”

Chan waves a hand, expression softening. “It’s fine. The camera we needed for the water scene broke anyway. We’re going home.”

Felix grumbles to Changbin about the stupid skirt as they trudge off to the van. Chan catches your arm before you can leave with them.

“And I’ll tell the staff that you aren’t okay with those clothes for filming,” he assures you softly. “Tell us if you’re ever uncomfortable with something, okay?”

“I will,” you promise him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Long days were normal. Many long days with a lack of sleep were not. Chan usually tried to give everyone enough rest and time to themselves, but the last couple of days had been stressful.

So you find yourself with nine hours of sleep in the last three days. You have no idea how you’re even functioning, let alone cheery enough for a fan meet.

You’re seated across from a girl with curly brown hair. Her gaze keeps darting from your face, down to her lap nervously.

As you uncap your pen, you smile as warmly as you can. Considering the circumstances, that is. The lack of sleep and pure exhaustion were really getting to you.

“I- I saw the clips of your latest concert,” she nervously says. “I- You’re very good.”

“Thank you.” You scribble your signature out on what she wanted before sliding it across the table. “Anything else to sign?”

“No.” She shakes her head. “I- You and Felix are close.”

Your tired brain couldn’t tell where she was going with this. So you hum. “Yeah. We are.”

She seems giddy at that. “R-Really?”

“Yeah. We all are.” You look over to your right, where Changbin appears in deep discussion with a fan about… bald eagles?

“But like… Close i-in which way?” She crosses one leg over the other.

You still can’t understand what she’s saying. It’s not wise of an idol to interact with someone and have no clue what’s happening, but here you are.

“Uh, a lot,” is all you respond with. “Do you have a favourite song, or album?”

“But Felix g-grabbed your arm the other day.” Her head ducks down again as her cheeks flush. “I- I saw videos of it.”

“Oh!” Your eyebrows shoot up with the realization. “Um- Have you ever been to one of our concerts before?”

“You l-look happy together.” She ignores your question.

“So… Chk Chk Boom?” you weakly say. “It’s pretty good, right?”

She doesn’t seem to get the hint. “He smiles at y-you often.”

“Did I hear someone talking about me?” Felix teases as he bends down. He props his elbows down on the table, some of his hair falling into his face.

“What are you doing over here?” you ask in bewilderment. Isn’t he supposed to be doing his own signings?

“I figured you could use the company.”

Which is code for: You needed help so I’m here.

You relax into your chair, leaning back. “I appreciate it.”

“So what were we chatting about?” Felix asks, more alert than you for some reason. You blame it on the energy drinks he chugged with Jeongin.

The rest of the meeting goes by smoothly. When everyone loads into the van, Changbin makes room for you in the seat next to him.

“You okay?” he gently inquires.

You nod and let your eyes flutter shut. “Just miss sleeping.”

Changbin chuckles lowly. “Yeah, so do I.”

“Don’t worry, everyone will get their naps,” Chan calls from the front. “Our schedule is free for the next week.”

Jisung whoops, and Hyunjin covers his ears and whines from beside him.

“That means actually sleeping,” Chan sternly says. “Jisung, I’m talking to you. Don’t binge an entire show in a night.”

Seungmin rolls his eyes. “We all know he’s going to do it anyway.”

“Not if I have anything to say about it,” Minho ominously mutters.

Everyone side-eyes him.

“What are you going to do?” you warily question him.

Minho’s eyes glint. “That’s for me to know and for him to find out.”

Jisung clears his throat. “I think I’m going to bed early tonight. Anyone else doing the same?”

You shake your head and sigh. “No, I have a live to do.”

The others all murmur their excuses, while Minho narrows his eyes at you. You shift nervously under his gaze.

When you get off to your room, you make sure to brush out your hair. When prop your phone up and sit on your bed, tucking your legs beneath you.

You greet the fans as they come pouring in, making sure to touch on the topic on the fan meeting. You talk for a little bit about how grateful you are for everyone coming, before moving on to just chatting.

It’s always odd doing a live by yourself. There’s no engaging with someone else, and you have to either read off comments, or come up with conversation.

You’re too tired for the latter, so you go with the former.

“Aw, my hair looks nice?” You beam at your phone, reaching up to your head. “Thank you very much.”

You read over a couple more rolls of comments on the screen before settling on another one to respond to. “No, I won’t give you spoilers. Nice try, though.”

You scrunch your nose up and adjust how you’re sitting. Everyone is going on about a new meme of Jeongin falling out of his chair. Some are asking you to recreate it, while others are asking if he’s okay.

“Yes, he’s fine,” you answer breezily. “It takes more than that to hurt him. He’s tougher than he looks.”

And time goes on. Your eyes are getting heavier and heavier, but you don’t want to turn it off. The more content you give them now, the less they’ll talk about you and Felix.

If any shipping gets too popular, you have to do damage control and-

“Hello, Stay!” Minho waves with both hands as he pops into frame. He blinks a couple times as the comments scream his name before his lips curl into a smile.

“What are you doing here?” You scoot over in case he wants to sit with you.

Minho remains standing. “It’s getting late. Do you know what time it is?”

There’s a string of people talking about air fryers, now. Others are warning you to run.

You straighten. “No, sorry. Is it really that late?”

“It’s past midnight,” he scolds gently. “It’s bed time. I already have Jisung sleeping, and it’s your turn.”

“But…” You don’t know how to voice your concerns. It feels as if speaking your worries aloud will make them true.

Minho says the goodbyes to your phone before shutting the live off. He scoops your phone up and slips it into your pocket before lifting you over his shoulder.

“Minho!” you shriek as he marches out the door. “What are you doing?”

“Rumours come with the job,” he says. He bounces you once, cutting off your protests. “The amount of times I’m shipped with Jisung is immense, but we’re fine. These things happen.”

“Yeah, there’s lots of that stuff.” You go limp and let him dump you in the bathroom. As soon as you’re on your feet, he hands you your toothbrush.

“See?” Minho raises an eyebrow. “You’ll be fine. And even if it does get out of hand, I’m sure Hyunjin would be glad to do something to get the attention off you.”

“You’re right,” you say around the toothbrush in your mouth. Minho waits patiently for you to spit into the sink before you’re back in his grasp.

“I don’t see why you made such a big deal about this,” you grumble as you change into pyjamas. His back is to you as you do so. “Why was Jisung so scared?”

He smirks at you, facing you again. “Wanna find out?”

You stare at him momentarily before sliding beneath your sheets. “Good night.”

“Good night.” Minho pulls the blankets up to your chin. He walks to the door, holding up your phone. “You’ll get this back in the morning after a chat with Chan about positive thinking.”

You groan and throw your head against the pillows. “You really are cruel!”

Minho laughs before flicking your lights off. He shuts the door softly.

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tateypots · 2 days ago

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Uncle Tommy's Mistake

18+ MDNI

Pairing: Dark!Joel Miller x f!reader, Dark!Tommy Miller x f!reader

Word count: 3k

A/N: Part 6 of Collared. Same as before, it’s dark so please heed the warnings and skip if it’s not for you.

Look. I don't know what happened here. This is not what I originally planned for this installment. I sat down to write and this is what came out. Less smut than usual (I'm sorry), also I think I may have gaslighted everyone into expecting blowjobs this chapter (and that is what I planned) but these 3 had their own ideas, I don't know what to tell you. Blowjobs for everyone in the next chapter, I promise.

Summary: Tommy's plans for you go awry.

Warnings: Non-Con, dark Joel, dark Tommy, kidnapping, daddy kink, uncle kink, restraints, oral (f!receiving), joint showering, masturbation (m), cum eating, gaslighting, manipulation, orgasm denial, discussion of blowjobs and training. Let me know if I missed any.

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You had to fight back tears as the lock of your collar snapped shut. Joel had insisted on a shower after your nap and now after the brief reprieve the feel of the metal against your neck felt suffocating. Normally you wouldn’t hold back, you’d let the tears flow but you were trying so hard not to ruin the goodwill you had built with him over the last few hours.

He dressed in silence while you sat on the bed hugging your knees watching him, unable to think of anything to say despite your earlier intimacy. When he finished buttoning his flannel he came over to you, tipping your head back with a finger under your chin and planting a kiss on your forehead. You hated how much that one simple action made you melt for him.

“You’ve been a real good girl f’me baby, Uncle Tommy will be in soon, I know you’ll be good for him too.”

Your heart sank at his words. A small piece of you had hoped that once you’d surrendered yourself to Joel that he’d claim you completely, that you wouldn’t have to repeat the same painful process with his brother. You should have known better.

He stared at you intently, waiting for a response so you just swallowed and give a jerky nod. With a smirk he leant in to give you another kiss, on the cheek this time, before making his way over to the door. As he shrugged on his coat you plucked up the courage to repeat your question from earlier, “Daddy, what will happen to me when you don’t want me anymore?”

He finished buttoning his coat before responding.

“You just keep being my good girl and you’ll never have to find out.”

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Tommy smirked as Joel exited the cabin and stalked over to him.

“I take it from the way I heard her screamin’ earlier that she was a good girl for you?” he asked as a weary Joel draped himself over the fence of the pig pen, a satisfied grin painting his face.

“She was a real good girl, fucked me within an inch of my life.”

Tommy’s cock twitched in his pants as he imagined you doing the same for him. He almost told Joel to take care of the rest of the chores on his own, aching to be inside you again, to feel you come around his cock. He’d missed it so fucking much.

“She’s a bit sore so might have to take it easy for a little while.”

Tommy’s face fell in disappointment before a grin spread across his face. “That mean I can start trainin’ her throat?”

“Go for it brother,” Joel huffed a laugh, “just go easy on her to start with. Been a big day, don’t want to ruin all our progress.”

“Yeah, yeah I’ll behave, promise.” Joel raised his eyebrows at him, disbelief written clear all over his face.

Tommy heaved an exasperated sigh. He knew Joel’s doubt was not entirely unfounded, Tommy had not been known for his restraint even before the outbreak. But he planned to take it nice and slow with your training. He wanted you to love sucking his cock, wanted you drooling from both ends for him. He knew that would be hard to achieve if he traumatised you on the first attempt.

“Look, scouts honour ok. I’m gona do this properly, you’ll see, by the time you get your first go she’ll be givin’ the best damn blow jobs you’ve ever had.”

“Interestin’. You seem awful cocky, care to make a bet?”

“What are the terms?”

“Winner gets her to themselves. Full 24 hours.”

“How do I know you’ll play fair? Could just say it wasn’t the best and take her for yourself for the day.”

“Tommy, if I’m able to think clearly enough to hide how much I’m enjoyin’ it, it won’t be the best blowjob of my life. If it is, she’ll suck all the deceitful thoughts right out through my cock, keep me honest.”

Tommy mulled it over for a second, “ok, you’re on. But I get to decide when she’s ready,” he agreed as they shook on it. “Now, tell me all about how it went down in there earlier, I need something to think about while I finish my jobs.”

Joel gave Tommy an edited highlight of your afternoon romp. He left out the part where you squirted on him. If Tommy put in enough effort he’d find out you could do it for himself but part of Joel hoped he would never make that discovery, that it would stay a little secret between the two of you. He didn’t think he had to worry about you spilling the beans to his brother. He’d had to explain to you what had happened when you’d awoken from your nap, still covered in your dried release. The sight of your confused face scrunched up in embarrassment made his possessiveness flare. He loved how innocent you were despite all he’d done to corrupt your body.

He did tell Tommy about how he’d eaten you out in the shower after he’d washed you, about how red and swollen your pussy was after keeping him inside for so long. He left out the part where once you’d come on his tongue he forced you to your knees and told you to hold your tongue out for him to frantically jerk his cum onto. Because although he’d promised Tommy that his cock would be the first in your mouth, he’d been very careful not to promise that Tommy’s cum would be the first you’d taste.

By the time Joel finished Tommy was rock hard, his dick pressing painfully against the zipper of his jeans. Joel took pity on him, waving him away from his latest task of splitting logs for the fire.

“Go on inside, you’ve done most of the work today, s’only fair.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, she’s waitin’ on you anyway.”

Gleefully Tommy handed over the axe and scurried towards the cabin, already working on his belt. Once inside he wasted no time stripping off his coat boots and jeans. You were sat hugging your knees again as he stalked over to the bed, wearing only his flannel and boxers. He flopped down on the bed next to you, gently stroking your shin.

“Lay down next to me princess, c’mon,” he sighed, coaxing you onto you side so you were facing him. He gently brushed your hair out of your face before cupping your cheek in his big hand.

“I know todays been a lot princess but you’ve been such a good girl. Your Daddy told me that you and him had a chat and got some things cleared up. You feelin’ better about everythin’ now?”

“A little bit.”

“Been a hard few weeks for you I know princess. Been hard for me too, you know that?”

You wanted to laugh in his face, unsure what suffering he’d had to endure while still getting to use your body to get his rocks off. Usually several times a day. But your self-preservation instinct had kicked in strong and Joel’s thinly veiled threat from earlier was still ringing in your ears. They wanted a good girl and all out of other options at this point you had no choice but to be that for them. So instead you simply shook your head asked, “why?”

He pulled you in closer to him with his arm wrapped around your back so your head was nestled in the crook of his neck.

“Well because I couldn’t hold my princess like this, couldn’t cover her in smooches an’ tell her what a good girl she is, how proud I am of her. Couldn’t make her come, and I wanted to so, so bad.” He gently pushed you away from him and dipped his head to catch your eye.

“Will you let me make it up to you now princess?”

You wondered what he’d do if you said no. If he would skulk back outside and leave you be. Doubtful. Your poor pussy was aching from earlier but you knew it would only make things worse if you didn’t comply. So you nodded and rolled onto your back, spreading your legs wide for him.

“Oh princess, such a good girl.” He knelt between your knees and pouted as he looked down at your spread cunt. “Oh honey she’s all red and puffy.”

“I’m a bit sore,” you told him honestly.

“Yeah darlin’ I bet. But don’ worry I’m not gona fuck you.”

“You’re not?” you asked gently, genuinely confused as to what was happening.

“No princess, you’re hurtin’ and I wouldn’t be makin’ it up to you if I make it worse. Your Daddy told me he tried kissin’ it better earlier, did you like that?”

You honestly didn’t know how to answer that. When Joel had put his mouth on you down there you’d been slightly disgusted. You still were a little. But you had to admit that it had felt nice so you settled on an honest, “it made me come,” which Tommy took as a yes.

“Ok princess, you just lie back and enjoy yourself then, I’m gona make you feel so good.”

To your surprise he didn’t dive straight for your pussy, instead he leaned over you and latched his mouth over your left nipple, teasing the bud with his tongue until it hardened for him, while gently squeezing your other breast in his large hand. After everything you had been deprived of the last few weeks the soft touches felt incredible, you couldn’t stop the small moans that escaped as pangs of arousal radiated through you.

“Mmmmm such beautiful tits,” he murmured as he trailed kisses across your chest, making his way over to your other nipple. “Gona fuck these titties one day princess,” he told you. You had no idea what he meant by that but before the confusion could fully take hold he sucked the peak of your right nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing it ever so slightly. Your mind emptied and your hips bucked towards him, your clit throbbing and begging for friction, overriding the ache in your pussy.

He chuckled into your chest. “Yeah that’s it honey, feelin’ good now ain’t ya?” He chuckled again when he saw you nod your head. He detached himself from your breast and blazed a path of open mouthed kisses down over your belly and hips until he reached your mound. He inhaled deeply making you squirm in embarrassment underneath him. You felt so exposed with his face so close to your pussy but Tommy seemed completely oblivious to your discomfort.

“Mmmmmm you smell so fuckin’ good princess, bet you taste just as sweet,” he groaned as he gently spread your lips with his thumbs.

“Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he said, almost to himself before leaning forward and licking a thick stripe from your hole to your throbbing clit. Your moans reverberate around the room, hands fisting in the sheets as he repeated the action several times.

You cry out and your hips jolt upwards as he wraps his lips around your clit and gently sucks. You’re still sensitive from all the attention you received from Joel and as Tommy’s tongue starts circling and flicking your clit you feel the tension build within you. You don’t hold back the moans that fall from you, you’re lost in the sensations being lavished upon you. Just as you feel the pressure is about to boil over he pulls away, licking and kissing his way down your seam.

“NOOO!” you cry out as tears start to fall. You cannot do this again, the endless torture of denied rapture and you start to sob and chant “no, no, no.”

“Shhhh princess, it’s ok,” he tells your pussy, lightly teasing your entrance with his tongue, entranced by the look, smell and taste of you. “Don’t worry honey, I’ve got you, just need to enjoy you like this for a little bit longer.” With that he gently pushes his tongue inside of you, edging the hot muscle around your walls before withdrawing and doing it again and again.

You moan and choke through your sobs, distraught and desperate, too strung out to hear and comprehend his reassurances. Recognising he may have pushed you too far Tommy changes tack, working to get you off as quickly as he can, his tongue fucking into you with abandon as his thumb settles on your clit rubbing fast circles into the engorged bud.

Your hips grind into his face with a mind of their own, your body chasing its high independent of your mind which is still lost in a sea of panic and despair. He growls into your aching cunt as you rut against him, his cock throbbing and leaking in his boxers.

You come with a cry, your back arching off the bed as the waves wash over you. Tommy keeps tight hold of your hips, working you through your high with his tongue. As you come back to yourself you wriggle and squirm away from him, curling yourself into a tight ball and sobbing your heart out, more distressed than you’ve been since those first few days after they took you. Tommy tries to coax you into looking at him whilst babbling apologies.

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE?” Joel booms from the doorway, not bothering to take off his jacket or boots before storming over to the bed and scooping you into his arms. You’re shaking in his lap as your hands fist in his jacket and you bury your face into his chest, mewling a soft “Daddy,” through your tears.

“Did you hurt her?” he spits at Tommy, his fury evident on his face.

“No, of course not,” Tommy rushes to defend himself, “I edged her. I didn’t mean to, I just… she tasted so fucking good and I didn’t want to stop. I didn’t think.”

“Jesus Christ Tommy. After she’s been so good this is what you do to her?”

Tommy could kick himself for being so stupid. He should be balls deep in your mouth right now, not getting a telling off from his brother. He hadn’t thought about the impact these last few weeks would really have on you, too wrapped up in his own annoyance at not being able to feel you come around his cock. He needs to make this right. His dreams of you delighting in choking on his cock and riding him into oblivion are at stake.

And though he’d never admit it, looking at the way you cling to Joel he feels the first pangs of jealousy clawing at his chest. You were a shared resource. You weren’t supposed to favour one over the other. But through his own stupidity he’d driven you straight into his brothers waiting arms. Desperate to redeem himself, he starts grovelling, hoping that now you have calmed down somewhat he can salvage something from the wreckage.

“Princess please look at me, let me apologise properly,” he coos, crouching down so he’s level with you.

Joel coaxes your face out from his chest, “I think you should hear him out baby, I think he’s really sorry.”

You look at Joel for a moment before turning your head to Tommy without responding. Tommy heaves a relieved sigh before launching into his apology.

“I’m so, so, sorry princess. I wasn’t thinkin’ clearly. I was supposed to be making it up to you and I got selfish. I promise it won’t happen again, please forgive me.”

You look at him, bleary eyed and exhausted, chewing on your bottom lip. He looks and sounds sincere in his apology, regret and remorse splashed across his features. Something you had not expected. You also had to give him credit that once he had realised you were upset he had worked to correct it and give you the release you needed at that moment. You realised with surprise that you believed him. This wasn’t another manipulation, another way to punish you, it was a mistake made in the heat of the moment.

“I forgive you.” You ignored the voice in your head that told you it didn't matter either way.

Tommy sighed in relief, plopping himself down on the bed next to Joel, stretching out his arms.

“Come give me a cuddle princess.”

You look up at Joel, not really wanting to leave the comfortable seat of his lap but he leans forward to plant a kiss on your forehead before tapping your thigh to get you to stand up and patting your backside in his brother’s direction. You go without a fight and Tommy pulls you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you as Joel heads back outside.

As you get comfortable you think about Tommy’s seemingly genuine apology and the way Joel had rushed to you when he thought you were hurt. Perhaps you could be more than just their fuck toy. It seemed like there may be some genuine care in their actions. The thought sent a comforting warmth through your body as you relaxed into Tommy’s chest.

“I really am sorry princess, what can I do to make it up to you?”

“No more today, please Uncle Tommy!” you begged.

“No, no princess, that ain’t what I meant. No more of that today I promise. What can I do to show you how sorry I am?” he asked, choosing to ignore the way his cock twitched as you called him Uncle Tommy for the first time.

You thought about it for a minute before mumbling into his neck, “could you get me a book?”

“A book?”

“Yeah. It gets a bit boring waiting around for you to finish your chores.”

“Yeah princess I can get you a book,” he promises, the green eyed monster within him retreating to its cave as you snuggle into him, “I’ll get you a whole goddamn library.”

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milkoomi · 2 days ago

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the basics of health & wellness. ᥫ᭡

a lot of us strive to be that health & wellness icon, but unfortunately we might stumble upon the struggle of trying to figure out where to start. we come across so many health & wellness accounts, creators, videos, books, etc. that might quickly become overwhelming and we just end up lost on where to begin. so let this little guide on the basics be your starting position!

let’s begin …

୨ৎ — physical basics

a lot of the time when we think of “health and wellness”, we think about our physical body. we look for workout routines, we might subscribe to a gym membership, we might try and follow workout youtube videos— but, we always somehow end up losing track of keeping up with that kind of physical activity, especially when we jump right into it.

start small! when i say we’re going to talk about the basics, i mean the very bare minimum basics.

make sure you’re getting enough sleep!

that 7-8 hours of sleep is absolutely vital for your physical health. i made this guide on how to get better sleep that i recommend for those who might struggle with getting a good amount of rest at night!

your body needs to rest and recharge. it needs to go into that sleep mode so that the next day you feel energized!

getting a good amount of sleep each night is an overall basic health and wellness tip! sleep doesn’t have just physical benefits, but it also benefits your mental and emotional well-being too!

drink water daily!

2-3 liters is that sweet spot for water intake, so let that be a daily goal for yourself! even if it’s one glass of water every morning, make sure you’re staying hydrated.

what helped me increase my water intake was by getting myself a super cute water bottle! i have this pastel colored owala water bottle and i’m absolutely obsessed with it and since i love it so much i’ve just been more inclined to drink more water!

stay away from the late night snacks!

i’ve been making it a goal for myself to not eat after, at the latest, 7:30pm. with that, i also try to refrain from getting myself a late night snack.

your stomach needs time to digest all the food you’ve eaten at dinner, and doctors/nutritionists always say not to eat 2-3 hours before going to sleep! going to bed with a full stomach can cause digestive problems, and we’re trying to promote health and wellness for ourselves! not make it worse for us!

get your body moving!

even if it’s going for a short walk or getting up from the couch to stretch or dancing around in your room, you need to start moving your body! get it used to physical activity before you start trying workout routines or going to the gym or following a youtube workout video.

if you’re already a little experienced with physical activity, keep your workout routines simple and short! find beginner level youtube workout videos! again, start small. don’t try to force yourself by diving in head first into something intense!

୨ৎ — mental/emotional basics

health and wellness also means making sure your mental and emotional health & well-being are in check. you can’t do physical activities if your mind isn’t in the right place!

journal, journal, journal!

i talk about journaling A LOT, and i’m going to keep reiterating it over and over again because it works! writing down your thoughts/feelings, brain dumping, creating gratitude lists, writing down daily affirmations; it all truly helps to get yourself into a better headspace!

digital detox

sometimes, it really is that damn phone! social media can be so toxic and draining, so spend some time away from it! i’m going to hold your hand when i say this: doomscrolling on tiktok or instagram reels isn’t going to make you feel better. log out and go do something else!

read a book, journal (told you i’d bring it up again), go for a walk, chat/hangout with a friend/loved one, clean your room, take an everything shower, dance around in your room; just do something that doesn’t involve your phone!

if you want to be on your phone, maybe create a vision board on pinterest or go into your notes app and journal that way! you can also go on youtube and watch inspirational videos/podcasts or any content creators that motivate you or make you feel good.

୨ৎ — spiritual basics

this may or may not apply to you, and if it doesn’t you can go ahead and skip this part! but if it does apply to you, then stay tuned!

your spirituality can be compromised when your health and wellness needs aren’t being met. if you’re a believer in God or you believe in another higher being or the universe, try to get yourself reconnected with your spirituality!

write down prayers/affirmations/manifestations

here i am with the journaling bit again, but seriously, write it down! get into the habit of writing these things down for yourself. you can start your day with writing this stuff down or you can end your day doing so!

consume media that inspires you

youtube videos, podcasts, books, articles, essays, whatever it is just find something that you feel helps you connect with your spiritual side and immerse yourself in it!

it could be content about manifesting, content about God, content about tarot cards/readings; anything that brings you closer with your spirituality.

୨ৎ — final notes

i want to give you guys a little bit of an assignment: write and reflect on your current health and wellness. what are some aspects of it that are going really well? what are some things that still need some work? how are you going to implement healthier habits into your routine?

living healthier and promoting your personal wellness for yourself doesn’t have to be complicated. it’s okay to start off with smaller goals! the health and wellness content creators you see have all started off with the basics and the basics have helped them grow! just because it’s a small act or a tiny change, it doesn’t mean you aren’t going to see big improvements!

with lots of love, faustina 🌷

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orangerafe · 3 days ago

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Uhmm….so I need your talented ass to write (pretty please) Rafe (Alternative Zach Maclauren, I personally feel that the sweeter and nicer a guy is, the sexier it is when they are nasty in bed) with a breeding kink. I’m talking he is soooooooo inlove that he just wants to mark her and make it stay, I’m talking lifting her hips slightly off the bed so it does not drip out, pushing his fingers in when it leaks out of her.

Zach Maclauren having a breeding kink

cw; smut, breeding, talks of pregnancy

It was late at night, around 11:30 PM. You had finished studying what felt like several hours ago, but that was only because you and zach had been going at it for what seemed like hours. He had been sweet to you, pampering you while you studied, even making you lunch and dinner and helping you out around the house so you could get all your work finished

He was showering with you in love during sex too, head tucked into your neck as he whispered into your ear the most loving things one could imagine. “So pretty baby, love you so much” he grunted, kissing your neck as he picked up his pace. You had came twice already, your mind going hazy with each time you felt your release nearing. “Zach!” You moaned, feeling the tip of his cock nudge at that sweet spot inside of you

He leaned up, fists beside your head as he held himself up. He had a soft smile on his face, admiring your face as it scrunched up in pleasure. He loved when you moaned his name, it boosted his ego to no end and it made him feel like the best boyfriend in the world for making you feel this good. “You okay baby? Feeling good?” He cooed, already knowing the answer but craving the approval that would fall from your lips

You nodded your head frantically, squeezing onto his biceps and digging your nails into the muscle, leaving crescent shaped marks in place. “So good Zach, fuck—“ you panted out, letting a whimper of pleasure fall from your lips as he angled his hips up higher, tip abusing the sweet spot that made your eye roll to the back of your head and your back arch into him

And you did exactly that, eyes now rolled back and shut with your back arching up into him, a shriek of pleasure crawling up from your throat. “Feel so good baby, wanna fill you up” Zach groaned, feeling your soft heat squeeze him so tightly, sucking him in like a vacuum. “Want me too fill you up? Wanna get all pretty and pregnant?” He rasped, looking at your face as it scrunched up in delight

You let out a cry of pleasure, his words sending you into a frenzy of pleasure as you nodded again. “Mhm! Please fill me up” you moaned desperately, orgasm coming closer at the thought of Zach impregnating you. Zach grunted in response, hands now moving to your hips as he angled them upward, pounding into you like he would never get to again

Your hands clawed at his arms, the pleasure becoming all to much as your orgasm approached you like a large wave of ocean water. It only took another thrust for that wave to hit the shore, a loud moan followed my many others leaving your mouth as you squeezed and convulsed around Zach’s cock, a ring of cream now forming around his base

“Thats it good girl, such a perfect girl” he whispered, head falling back to your neck as he panted into your ear, occasionally letting out a grunt or a groan of his own. He could feel his orgasm approaching too, the thought of filling you up and marking you with his seed the only thought in his mind. “Fuck your gonna look so good pregnant, that little belly swelling with our kid” He grumbled into your ear, pulling your hips back against his in a fast, almost nasty rhythm

You moaned in response, wanting nothing more than a little mini Zach running around the place. Especially when you’d be finished with collage bye the time the baby arrived, and both you and Zach’s family would be over the moon to help out with a little baby. It didn’t take long for Zach’s orgasm to approach, letting out a moan as he pushed himself to the hilt inside of you, releasing his seed deep in your womb

You whimpered, panting as bliss settled around you. Zach held your hips up, not letting any of his cum dribble out of your sweet little cunt. He removed one hand off your hip, massaging your belly as he fantasised on how it would look once you started showing. “Gonna be the prettiest mama ever, ain’t that right?” He said, glancing up at you with dazed eyes

“Mhm, and your going to be the best daddy” you whispered, still partly trying to catch your breath. Zach smirked at your words, leaning up and giving you multiple pecks on your plump lips. You two stayed like that for awhile, Zach making sure not one drop of his cum was wasted. It was only until you said you were tired did he let up, pulling out his now soft dick

You both hissed at the loss of contact, your whole body feeling very sensitive after the intense sex session. Zach watched in awe as none of his cum seeped out just yet, his semen swimming straight to your egg. “Fuck, look at that huh?” He laughed, looking up at you with awestruck eyes. He was over the moon, his kink finally satisfied as you laid stuff full of his cum

#works 🍊#i love this #zach maclaren #zach malaren smut #drew starkey #drew starkey smut #the other zoey #drew fic #drew x reader #rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #rafe fic #rafe imagine #rafe x reader

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channelbomb · 12 hours ago

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okay NOW i can say this because more stuff came out. i posted something like this last night and then deleted it because i felt bad for the shit i said but honestly idgaf and this person deserves it.

sturniololuv08, FUCK YOU. you’re a HORRIBLE person. 28 willingly talking and flirting with minors is INSANE. that’s not even the worst thing you’ve done, somehow, because that’s genuinely repulsive and you should keep your relationship with minors strictly platonic. BUT YOU ALSO WRITE RAPE FICS!??? YOUR FICS MAKE ME WANT TO THROW UP. they’re disgusting, abhorrent, egregious, gross, horrendous, nauseating, repellent, foul, and distasteful. i can’t put into words how much you utterly disgust me. i haven’t been here that long to get to read the fics when they first came out, but the fact you have gone this long getting away with that shit is beyond comprehension. and you think you can just take a hiatus or whatever IS STUPID!!! you’re a threat to others around you, and you honestly make me so mad i just had to go outside.

i’m typing this from my back porch, motherfucker. maybe you should try it to! i know people with full time jobs, kids, and normal lives who are younger than you. BITCH, SEXUAL ASSAULT IS NOT A KINK, ITS A FUCKING CRIME, CUNT.

imagine you went through something so traumatic one time, and now you’re on tumblr because you like some youtubers, and THEN YOU SEE SOMEONE WRITING ABOUT THAT SAME EXPERIENCE YOU HAD.

consent is sexy! consent is the best thing you could do during that, and sex should be something intimate in anything and NOT INITIATED BY NO CONSENT LIKE IN YOUR FICS.

this is fucking disgusting and i never thought i would have to type out these fucking words, but seriously you make me so mad. the way you had those ideas makes my blood absolutely boil. and then thinking playing the victim will make everything better??? BITCH, FUCK YOU!!! we are fans of three guys who fight and laugh in a car every friday, but yet you had these sick and twisted thoughts to write smut about them, WHO ARE YOUNGER THAN YOU and DEFINITELY would not be okay with this either.

i hope you get toothpicks under your toenails and then you have to punt a boulder, i hope you wash your hair tonight (that is, if you even fucking take showers) and and your shampoo is ACTUALLY NAIR, i hope both of the sides of your pillows are burning hot, i hope you get banned off of every social media, i hope you never get a job because your digital footprint is so bad, and i hope you learn from your mistakes.

writing about rape is NOT OKAY. in any way, shape, or form. it’s a heartbreaking thing that happens to women and men worldwide and daily. it takes away their pride, confidence, and sometimes even their ability to get intimate with anyone after. and writing about it is truly revolting. i can’t even put into words how truly furious i am that you think that is okay to write about. i don’t hold back when it comes to shit like this. this is horrendous.

to my mutuals, followers, or even just other fans of the triplets who have been directly affected by this specimen, just know that i love you, i care for you, and you’re so brave for speaking out about it or even just go through it. i’m so proud of you. and you should never have to go through that.

#channelbomb #ੈ♡˳channelbomb #sturniolo triplets #the sturniolo triplets #sturniolo #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo

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respectthepetty · 2 days ago

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Each week I write that I won’t focus on whatever is happening with Yellow Yal Arm and Red Rascal Arc’s colors, so in the thirteenth episode, I’m telling myself the same thing since, once again, I got bigger fish to fry!

Like these two and their kinks!

And these two and their toxic relationship with its back and forth breaking up and fighting, which shocks me since Black Brooder Klao is lightening up because of Warit.

But most importantly, Green Guy Gun is in love with Black Brooder Yotha since he keeps wearing Yotha’s black.

Yet there is a divide between them as beautifully emphasized by the background of their room.

Luckily, Green Guy Gun has color-coded friends to support him: his bestie Kong who is a Blue Boy, Franc, the Pink Person, and Book being whatever color that is.

And I can't forget about Yotha’s Blue Boy brother, Faifa!

Who he’ll really need since the beautifully colored scene is about to crush us all.

Including our usually chill and jovial Green Guy.

Look at how he turns red sitting next to the boy who has kissed him several times AND HIS EX!

And look at Arc be red, as he should be because he is a Red Rascal. I don’t know what is happening with Arm, but back to the drama!

And boy oh boy is it some drama as Warit emerges from the red exit.

These two are back on their color-coded bullshit.

And these two have to witness it BEFORE ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE!

Green Guys are too chill because Gun asked Yotha not to go out, watched Yotha kiss his ex, sat at the dinner with them, watched everyone get punched because Yotha is ghosting girls, then cleans Yotha up, and doesn’t even pop off like a bottle of Champagne at a bridal shower. Like . . . my dude! Get upset!

Even him moving away from Yotha was so soft that it hurt me because he still wasn’t trying to hurt Yotha. He never wants to hurt Yotha!!!!

So thank goodness for Yotha’s brothers stepping in when they did because I think Gun would have cried on the spot if he thought he was hurting Yotha more.

Faifa is the best Blue Boy for getting Gun to admit that Gun doesn’t even feel like he can be upset since he is in a situationship with Yotha and doesn’t feel like he has any right to get mad. Look at how that Blue Boy looks at him! He is going to be mad for him!

And now a chill Green Guy Gun is caught in the middle of a Black Brooder and a Blue Boy, and although I don’t like that both of them told Gun to be quiet, I do appreciate that Faifa is going IN on Yotha because Gun would never. Gun doesn’t believe he should be upset, so Faifa is making sure that Yotha knows someone is upset, and it’s him!

Side quest: WHAT IS HAPPENING WITH THEIR COLORS?!

Oh, thank goodness, Arc is packing red clothing. All is well. There is hope for these two!

And there is hope for these two too.

Yotha is lucky that his brother is a Blue Boy and not a Red Rascal because he would have murdered him the second he walked back into that room.

But the color-coded crew is coming through and making sure their Green Guy is protected at all times.

AND YOTHA IS FINALLY WEARING GREEN!!!!!

I know Blue Boy Sand and Green Guy Po, I’m shocked too! Yotha is in love with Gun and wearing his color! HE FINALLY FIGURED IT OUT!

And now he is sitting on a green bench trying to plan how to get Gun back while realizing he just doesn’t want his roommate back, but his future boyfriend back! OH HEAVENS YES!

Arm wearing blue is messing up my happy mood, but it’s okay because Yotha isn’t in full black! He is lightening up! He is showing his feelings! HE IS IN LOVE!

Arc in red is all I need to remember that Arc and Arm were consistently color-coded during their portion of this show, and that the wardrobe department was probably fighting for its life during this show.

And now we end here, with Yotha, the lightest he has been so far, matching colors with Gun, and I’m thrilled.

And not just because I get to see Tawan again next episode!

#perfect 10 liners #color coded boys in love #the colors mean things #they are already in love #the colors tell me so #I need the lighting and wardrobe people to get raises #they are doing an excellent job #because Yotha wore green on his black shirt and I screamed!#episode thirteen

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penvisions · 14 hours ago

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dev writes even more now {javi p drabble}

working title: morning routine

pairing: javier peña x neighbor! reader

summary: some routines are set in stone, and unfortunately your neighbor's is at complete contradiction to yours

word count: 1k<

a/n: sharing this bc i want to, taking back my voice in little ways while i work through everything from the past couple of days. thank you all for the support and reporting that hateful account. all spanish is informal mexican dialect / slang terminology

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The sound of running water splashing onto tiles pulls you out of your unconscious state harshly.

Groaning you turn over in your bed to look at the alarm clock that sits on your bedside table.

6:05am.

The metal on metal sound of someone pulling back a shower curtain rings through the air once and then twice. The pitch of the running water shifts as a body slides underneath the spray, but it’s still loud enough to be heard through the thin walls of the apartment complex.

Debating on if today is the day that your patience snaps, you shove yourself free of the tangle of sheets atop your bed and make your way into the kitchen. Morning light filters in through the sliding glass door that leads to your small balcony, the sun already above the horizon and bringing an even more intense heat to the day.

Your coffee maker does little to smother the sounds of your neighbor as he gets ready for the day, his steps purposeful and heavy as he does whatever it is that he needs to in the morning before work. Just as you hear the jangle of keys, your body tenses as you wait for the slamming of his front door.

When it echoes down the hall, you swear you can feel it reverberate through your entire body as your breath catches in your throat. It’s let out in a growl as you spin on your heel from where you’re leaning your arms atop the counter, head resting on them to watch the drip of sweet caffeine fill the glass carafe.

Hastily unlocking the door to your apartment, you swing it open with so much force that it bounces off the wall, effectively gaining the attention of the man busy locking his own door.

“Do you have to take a shower every morning?” Your voice bites, annoyance and condemnation thick in your tone, eclipsing the normally polite and fleeting interactions you’ve had with the man so far.

“Perdón?” He turns with a purse to his full lips and a furrow to his brow, damp strands of hair hanging over his forehead. His accent is perfect, wrapped in a silky deep voice that you can sometimes hear bleed through the walls as he talks on the phone. The roll of his ‘r’ sweeps over your body but you hold tight to the anger and exhaustion that fills you up.

“You shower every morning, around the same time and then your door slams as you leave for work. It wakes me up every damn day.” Crossing your arms, you stand barefoot and in only your sleep clothes, glaring at him.

“I’m sorry for having such good hygiene, princessa.” His lips quirk up and your eyes linger, before meeting his dark eyes. They glint with mirth and something else as he regards you completely, files secure in one hand while the other curls around his waist.

“It’s loud, Javier. Your bathroom is almost lined up with my bedroom. Besides, you just go outside and sweat in this heat, why not wait until you get home? When I’m actually awake and it doesn’t affect my sleeping schedule.” It’s not like you to make demands, to approach someone this way but god damn it, you’re so tired and just want to be able to enjoy your mornings.

“Since you seem awfully concerned about my habits, it’s not about getting clean before I start my day.” Javier boldly extends two fingers from where his hand rests on his hip and taps them closer to the zipper of his sinfully tight jeans. Your eyes don’t catch the movement, too focused on the image he makes in the drab hallway. He does it again and your eyes fly down to the movement.

What are you talking ab- oh!” You feel embarrassment rise up, making your face hot at the way his eyes smolder and one thick eyebrow raises. Suddenly, you feel foolish for the ambush, not expecting him to be so honest it borders on depravity. The image of him naked and fisting himself pops into your head and you uncross one of your arms to steady yourself on the door jamb. You can practically feel the curl of steam around your own body as your eyes flit back up to his.

He's smirking, like an absolute ass. Then he leans forward almost conspiratorially, the scent of his clean skin wafting over you in a wave of spice and sandalwood.

“Human nature and all that, you know what they say about morning wood-“

“Cállate, Javier, dios mio!” Stepping away from him, you retreat to just inside your apartment. (Shut up, Javier, my god!)

“I don’t come running to you when I hear that vibrator of yours before bed.”

The only response you muster up is a squeak before you’re slamming the door in his face. But it does nothing to muffle the sound of a hearty chuckle and the swaggering steps he takes down the hallway.

A door opens before he can turn the corner and you peer through the peephole to see who it is. Your neighbor from across the hall. An elderly woman who seems to always be waiting for the opportunity to catch someone disturbing the peace.

“Basta, Javier! No una vez, sino dos?” (Stop it, Javier! Not once, but twice?)

“Dale, dale, señora. Lo siento.” (Okay, okay, ma’am. I’m sorry.)

He’s gone with a dashing smile and a slight bow of his head.

But it’s too late, you’re more than wide awake and plagued by the realization that he can hear the low thrumming you thought you did a decent job of hiding beneath sheets and with the volume of your television.

to be continued...

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buck-star · 10 hours ago

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for the stucky bingo!! “showering together”

either smutty or angsty! if you go angsty I’m always a sucker for the whole “just got bucky back” civil war era trope.

maybe steve helps bucky shower for the first time since getting him back! he prob didn’t have running water in bucharest so is a lil grimey but def doesn’t really have any positive associations with showers or bathing so he’s on EDGE the entire time but steve just mama birds him.

or alternatively bucky mama birds steve! maybe he gets sick somehow and bucky is full blown 1940’s “stfu and let me take care of you mode” and drags him into the shower

sorry for the rambling bye

Shower and comfort

Steve helps Bucky not just with a shower but also to calm his anxiety during the shower.

Pairing: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Boyfriend!Steve Rogers

Wordcount: 2.330 Words

Warnings/Tags: anxiety, Bucky with ptsd, crying, comfort, established relationship, petnames [baby], kisses, nudity (none sexual), fluff

Authors Note: Thank you for the request. It really sparked the muse to write, hope you like it. Divider made by me.

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The warmth of the hot steam of the steady shower spray fills the room, mixed with the sound of the water dripping down onto the cool shower tiles to warm them up.

“Stevie, I don’t think… I don’t need a shower,” Bucky stutters, hugging himself tightly while he sits on the closed toilet where Steve placed him a few minutes ago. “I—I can just… I will just use a bit of soap and a sponge to wash me.”

Steve shakes his head; he hates to see Bucky so afraid and unsure. But as much as he loves his boyfriend, he can’t ignore that Bucky’s looking like he hasn’t had a shower in years — he probably hasn’t.

Bucky’s brown hair is stuck together, dirty, and causing pain already when Bucky tries to comb it. More often than not, Bucky scratches his dry skin until it’s a wound that has to be fixed by Steve, or else it would inflame itself.

“Buck, I know you don’t like it, but your hair is so dirty; we can’t fix it with just a bit of soap and a short wash,” Steve tries, but his boyfriend shakes his head, refusing to undress himself for the shower.

“But I don’t want to,” Bucky whines. As cute as it might sound, Steve notices the deep fear that’s in the tone of Bucky’s rough voice. His ocean blue eyes are pleading to let him get away with just a short cleaning. Steve would agree to it, and Bucky would agree to having a shower a week, but he hadn’t had one in months, maybe even years.

“When was the last time you really cleaned yourself? A full-body cleaning?” Steve asks, his voice remaining soft and understanding. He would never say that Bucky’s disgusting for having such a lack of self-cleaning, but he wants his boyfriend to feel better, and showers are supposed to feel better. Once you’re clean and pretty, you mostly feel not just fresh but also better.

“I don’t know… But I… I can clean my whole body without having to step inside there,” Bucky tries to argue. He only earns a soft shake of the other man’s head with a smile on the plump lips of his boyfriend. “Stevie, please. I will wash my body. But I don’t want to go into the shower.”

“How do you want to clean yourself then, baby?” Steve knows how Bucky would do it; he would undress and use some soap on either his hands or a sponge to rush it over his skin and use a bit of water to wash it away. The amount of water Bucky uses to clean himself fits in a small glass. And then he would dry himself with a towel before dressing himself again.

“Stevie…” Bucky mumbles, hugging himself even closer. The brunette shakes his head, whimpering quietly. “Please…”

“How about we undress you?” Steve suggests turning the shower off. Bucky immediately relaxes and nods. He lets his hands fall to his sides, and Steve uses the opportunity to help Bucky out of his sweat and dirt-covered Henley.

Bucky then gets off the toilet, looking down at Steve on his knees while he pushes down Bucky’s sweatpants and gets up to take a step backwards.

“Take off your boxers and I will get you a clean towel and a sponge,” Steve says, kissing Bucky’s forehead before he leaves the bathroom. Bucky does as he’s told, pushing down the thin fabric of his boxer briefs and stepping out of it. He then sits back down on the toilet, waiting for his boyfriend to come back into the bathroom.

Steve walks back into the bathroom, a towel thrown over his shoulder, new boxer briefs, a Henley, and sweatpants, as well as a sponge in his hands. He watches when Bucky pulls his legs against his chest and wraps his arms tightly around them. The usual broad and big man looks small and fragile when he sits there like that.

“Sit down in the shower for me; the tiles should be warm,” Steve says as he puts the clothes down on a counter. Bucky watches him with widened eyes, shaking his head. “Please, Buck. Sit down in the shower for me; I don’t want to drag you in there.”

“Stevie, you wouldn’t. Please, you don’t want to drag me in there,” Bucky whimpers, pulling his legs even closer against his broad chest. “I’m strong—“

Steve sighs, wrapping one arm around Bucky’s back, and the other slides underneath his legs, lifting his boyfriend up. Bucky whines, wrapping his arms tightly around his boyfriend's neck while he lets Steve carry him to sit on the floor in the shower.

“Stevie, you’re mean… I’m not gonna shower in here,” Bucky mumbles and tries to get out of the shower, but Steve blocks the way and gets on his knees to push Bucky back into a sitting position.

“Please, I know you’re scared, but please let me wash you. Let me undress; I will join you, and I will wash you. We can keep the door slightly open if it helps; the water isn’t gonna hurt you. And I’m not gonna hurt you, either,” Steve mumbles, running his fingers over Bucky’s cheekbones to his jaw to tilt his head slightly. “I will make you all the hot chocolate your heart desires, and we can watch all the movies you want with all the food you want to order, which can be fast food or whatever you want. But first we shower.”

Bucky’s eyes fill with tears, and he curls himself together as small as he can while Steve sighs and gets out of the shower to undress himself. Bucky muffled his quiet sobs with his arms, moving into the corner of the shower to press his back against the cool tiles of the shower.

When Steve turns back, his heart aches, and he quickly gets into the shower as well, crouching down and closing the door behind him. He reaches his hand out to pull Bucky closer and turns him in his arms so Bucky’s back is tightly pressed against Steve’s broad shoulder.

Steve runs his fingers softly up and down Bucky’s sides and over his thighs, trying to soothe him. “Buck, baby, take a deep breath for me, please.”

Bucky tries to take a deep breath, but another sob wracks through his body. The brunette is trembling; his fingers dig into his thighs while he leans against his boyfriend, his head against Steve’s shoulder.

He whimpers quietly. “Out of the shower, Stevie, please,” he whispers, more tears rolling down his cheeks. Steve keeps storming up and down Bucky’s soft skin, slowly taking both of his boyfriend's hands to keep him from digging his fingers into your thighs to cause bruises. “Stevie, please.”

“Take a deep breath, Buck. Deep breath, hold it, and slowly exhale,” Steve mumbles, his heart squeezing with Bucky’s pleading tone and begging. “You can test the water if it’s too hot or cold, and I will be as soft as I can.”

Bucky shakes his head. His fingers curl around Steve’s hands, grounding himself. “Please,” he begs, trembling and crying softly, but he does as Steve asked him and takes a few deep breaths and watches Steve take the showerhead. The blond-haired man turns on the water.

“So, hold your hand underneath, Buck,” he says softly. He wants to take off the shower and not shower with his boyfriend, but he knows he has to. When Bucky reaches his shaky hand out and lets the soft spray of the water fall on his hand, he flinches but nods. “Good, then I will start with your hair, and after that you can wash the rest while I clean your hair.”

“But… Stevie…” Bucky whispers, turning his head slightly to look at his boyfriend. His eyes are red and teary. “Be careful, please; I-it hurts when I comb through my hair.”

“Of course, I will not hurt you, Buck,” Steve explains before he brings the head of the shower to Bucky’s head. He uses one hand to lean the brunette's head back, letting the water dribble down on his messy hair. “You can relax; it’s just you and me in the shower, Buck.”

They both sit there in silence for a moment; Steve wets Bucky’s hair. His fingers combing as carefully as possible through them while Bucky sits there all tensed and still softly crying. When his hair is wet enough, Steve holds the shower head in front of Bucky to take it, and he does, letting the warm water flow down on his legs to keep him warm.

“If you don’t want to have the water on, let me know, and if anything is uncomfortable, you tell me,” Steve says, using some of the shampoo Bucky loves so much to put into his hands. He rubs them together for a bit before he brings them down on top of Bucky’s head and rubs the shampoo in the brown hair.

Bucky stays still; he keeps the showerhead over his legs and sometimes slips his head underneath to collect some water before he lifts his hand and lets it run down his chest.

Steve washes his boyfriend's hair softly, massaging Bucky’s scalp and neck while he rubs the shampoo in his brown locks. “Can you give me the shower head for a moment? Your hair is pretty stuck together; guess we need to wash it out and put a bit more shampoo in it.”

The brunette holds the shower head out for Steve to take. He’s still tense, his body still trembling, and Steve knows that Bucky’s on edge — ready to break down. But somehow he manages not to and remains still. Steve washes Bucky’s hair out, taking care that no shampoo lands in Bucky’s face or eyes.

“You’re doing so good, Buck. I’m proud of you, baby; you’re doing so good for me, letting me wash your hair,” Steve mumbles, using Bucky’s praise kink a bit to his advantage. Bucky’s lips twitch slightly for a short moment, his heart fluttering at the sound of Steve’s words.

“Thank you, Stevie,” he mumbles, taking the shower head again. Steve puts shampoo in Bucky’s hair again and repeats to rub it in the brown locks while he massages Bucky’s scalp and neck.

The longer they sit there, the more he massages Bucky, and the longer the water drops down on Bucky’s thighs and he plays a bit with the water, the more he relaxes.

“So, do you want to wash yourself or want me to wash you?” Steve asks after a while, his thick fingers still tangled into Bucky’s hair. He takes the showerhead once more and washes the shampoo out, Bucky’s hair way cleaner and not as messy anymore.

“You, p-please?” Bucky asks; he's still feeling unsure and on edge in the shower. But with Steve’s soft touch and his assuring words, it makes the shower easier and more comfortable.

“Of course, just relax,” Steve says with a soft smile and kisses the top of Bucky’s hair. He takes the sponge and some soap, then he washes Bucky’s body. Beginning on his shoulders with a slight massage included to his arms and down his muscular chest and abs. Then he moves to Bucky’s back, massaging the tensed muscles while he rubs the dry skin off and cleans Bucky. “Mhm, doing so good, baby. Showers can be really relaxing for tense muscles, and you will feel all fresh, and your skin will be soft like the one of a baby.”

“Stevie…” Bucky whines, playfully this time. The brunette's lips twitch slightly, and he leans further back against his boyfriend's firm chest. “Don’t say that; that’s embarrassing.”

“But it makes you laugh,” Steve argues. He snakes his hands to Bucky’s legs and finishes cleaning his boyfriend, who’s starting to play with the showerhead. Bucky smirks when he washes away the soap the moment Steve inches a moment away. Then he turns the showerhead and holds it at Steve’s shoulder and face, causing the blond-haired man to groan when the water hits his face. “Bucky!”

“Stevie!” Bucky smirks, turning the shower head back. Steve laughs softly and takes the showerhead to wash the soap away, then he turns it off and clicks it back in its place.

The blond-haired man gets up, opening the door of the shower and stepping out. He keeps an eye on his boyfriend, who’s slowly getting up as well. Bucky’s still smiling, his whole body less tense, and he walks out as well.

Steve holds a towel in his arms, grinning as he walks closer and wraps Bucky in the towel before he grabs himself a towel and wraps it around his own body.

“I’m proud of you, Bucky. I know it’s not easy for you to shower with all that stuff that reminds you of your past. But I’m proud of you for taking the shower,” Steve says, placing his hands on Bucky’s waist to pull him closer. Bucky smiles softly, his cheeks heating up, and he leans closer to press his lips softly against Steve’s.

“You’re my rock, Stevie. And you owe me fast food, hot chocolate, movies, and cuddles,” Bucky whispers against the plump lips of his boyfriend. Steve nods, knowing that’s Bucky’s way to say thank you and I love you when it comes to stuff that includes his past trauma. “Burgers… and more burgers, and those cute dino nuggets — these are great, and you love them just as much as I do.”

“I do, but I still love you the most,” Steve smirks, causing Bucky to blush further. He brings his lips to Bucky’s once more, chuckling into the kiss. Steve’s hands remain on Bucky’s waist while Bucky wraps his around Steve’s neck — the metal arm making Steve shiver slightly when the cold hits his skin, while Bucky’s other hand is so warm and soft — and pulls him even closer, growling playfully.

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bellisima-writes · 17 hours ago

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So, I’ve found, time and time again, that I am able to work out some of the trickiest plot points of my stories in the shower. It’s basically without fail at this point.

Maybe it’s because the shower’s one of the only places my mind has the quiet to really think? When I’m not in the shower I’m always being asked questions by my husband or my kids or I’m doing something or scrolling somewhere or working or just doing something.

But in the shower is where the magic happens; where the answers to the questions about where the story’s going just reveal themselves… all while I’m lathering my hair up with shampoo. And I think it’s pretty funny.

So creative friends - whether you draw, write stories, craft poetry or anything else - do you have a place like this? Some kind of ritual or place that opens up the mind and allows you to be truly creative?

I’d love to hear about it!

#writumblr #writer stuff #fandom stuff #creative stuff

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evergreen-endo · 2 days ago

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you are literally crazy if you thought i wasn't gonna write this for my pookiepies too. + some extras.

18+ minors dni. perverted jack off/cum analysis ft. takiishi chika, endo yamato, kanon banjo, hiragi toma. pt. 1 here.

takiishi has such a pretty cock. long and tanned and veiny. a hard dick is such an inconvenience to him though. doesn’t really jack off with the intention of self pleasure, just taking care of business. it does always make him feel much better though. he just doesn’t do it that frequently! when he does, he’s pretty quick because he knows what he likes and how to cum as fast as possible. another one that prefers to stand so he can cum into something; like a sink, the shower, whatever. gets really breathy when he’s close. soft grunts and groans as he’s cumming. literally like…squeezes the cum out of the tip of his cock. can i say something? i’m going to say something. and listen. i love this man, i really do. but his cum is foul. all he eats is junk. i really do not think he ever drinks water. it is so, so thick. thickest of all the windbreaker men. and i’m not going to lie to you, it’s the kind that is like super gloopy, and sticky, and tinged more of a creamy yellowish color. it’s a bitch to clean up. and he cums a lot, and has so much stamina.

endo is so slutty with it. leaks so much precum. noisy as all hell, whines and whimpers and moans and gasps. throws his head back a lot, rolls his eyes back into his skull, thrashes around and bucks his hips. edges himself sometimes but he’s just a bit too impatient to do it properly. if he wants to cum, he wants to cum now. the day he discovered his nipples were sensitive he nearly exploded on the spot. gathers up some precum on his fingers so he can tweak and pinch at them while he works himself with his other hand. talks dirty like he’s not alone. so good, so so so good. just like that, yeahyeahyeah. fuck you’re gonna make me cum. gonna make a mess. and he does. strokes so much faster when he’s about to cum because he gets desperate so even if he were to shoot beautiful perfect ropes clean onto his abs, it ends up flying all over the place from the force of jerking his dick around. so out of breath and panting and gulping when he finishes because his mouth is so dry from having it hung open while he plays with himself. also! gets morning wood real real bad. humps his pillows, humps the bed, muffles his moans biting into the sheets, really likes being able to move his hips and thrust into something. again, he makes a huge mess. sweat everywhere he lays from exertion, spit soaked sheets and drool, and of course, cum all over his abdomen and the pillowcases.

kanon banjo is a SLUT. WHORE. and a SKANK. (affectionate). ahem. let me elaborate. he is so depraved. bites his lip till he damn near starts bleeding, the type to get really delirious and giggle and smile with pleasure. realllyyyy likes cock rings. he gets so sensitive and whiny and whimpery, twitches like crazy. edges himself till his tip is bright red. pinches the fuck out of his nipples like can someone get him some clamps. does a lot of breath play! holds his breath for as long as he can, hangs his head off the edge of his bed…genuinely might be stupid enough to try autoerotic asphyxiation but i’m not gonna get into it LOL. anyway. cums hard every time. his cock is so restricted the cum spurts out in forks, like three separate streams shooting out of his tip….n then it sets off his cum kink and he’s gotta scoop it all up and use it as lube for a second round.

hiragi the man that you are. jacking off is the stress release/medicine he can only get in private! gets home from something stressful and beelines to the bathroom to unzip his pants and whip it out. i mean, he strains against those leather pants all day, giving it some fresh air feels good in and of itself. not taking his pants off fully puts a little pressure on his balls and he likes that. sighs so heavy when he wraps his hand around it. def the type to end up fucking into his hand, hips moving more than his arm is. so much deep sighing. his tummy clenches up really pretty when he’s close, and when he finally cums, he lets out lots of sounds that seem really frustrated; breathy, choked groans and strained grunts. i think his cum is a really good consistency, not too thick or thin, but the actual streams seem thin because it shoots so far! he kinda likes the sound it makes when it drips onto the floor. will purposefully move a towel or rug out of the way so he can hear it go plap onto the tiles.

#wind breaker smut #takiishi chika smut #endo yamato smut #kanon banjo smut #hiragi toma smut #venus beyond the grave — ♱#in memoriam — ♱#haunts — takiishi ♱#endo my betrothed — ♱#haunts — hiragi ♱#haunts — kanon ♱

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nanaooyoo · 2 days ago

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nct jisung smut

request for anon: “Can I get uhh, Jisung shy sub smut x fem cute teasing dom! reader?” This is the first actual real smut I’ve ever written so please give me any feedback on how it was so I can get better going forward. This was super fun to write mainly because I’m super into sub!male dom!fem dynamics. Anyways enjoy ✨

warnings/headsup: swearing • kinda perv!jisung • reader is also a freak • dirty talk • teasing • fingering • unprotected sex • tiny bit of aftercare • roommates to lovers • dacryphilia • light proofread • 7.5k words • nipple play • making out • depraved horniness • self-indulgent prose • red haired Jisung appreciation hours • fem reader • female anatomy

Avalanche: Jisung x Reader pt.I/I

Jisung laid horizontally on the living room couch, his head propped up with one elbow as he watched some edgy series that was currently popular on streaming. He swallowed hard, struggling to focus on whatever was going on plot-wise. Jisung eyed the glass of water you had placed on the coffee table in front of him. He desperately wanted a drink but feared that you’d come back any minute and clock the way his hands trembled trying to grab the ice cold cup. The dryness in his throat and nervousness that was bubbling up in the pit of his stomach made it nearly impossible for him to utter any words, and when he did try, his voice was so hoarse and muffled you couldn’t even hear him from the bathroom if he screamed.

He had convinced himself that you could hop out of the shower at any moment and be sitting right there next to him again. Normally, his roommate coming home from work and letting him know they wanted to “freshen up” before watching TV would be no big deal, but you weren’t just a normal roommate… at least not to Jisung.

You were always so comfortable with him. He thought of you as the contemplative and mature type… which was coincidentally his type. You were critically teasing yet subtly caring. You were perceptive and attentive while still maintaining an aura of aloofness. Ever since you had moved in together, you and Jisung had learned to live in harmony and had even become decent friends. However, your roommate felt a little more for you than just the feelings associated with platonic friendship. He wasn’t quite sure what he was feeling but he knew damn well what he wanted to do about it! His mind (and eyes) wandered places they probably shouldn’t have when you walked into the living room of the apartment earlier tonight. They travelled up and down just like they usually did, but this time they lingered just a fraction of a second longer. He may not have realized it, but you did.

On this particular evening, you had your usual relieved expression from clocking out of a long day at work. Jisung watched as you walked over to the fridge and thanked him for replenishing the water filter. You poured him a glass before getting one for yourself and put it on the coffee table for him without even asking. How you knew he was thirsty he had no clue but the wordless gesture (though small) still gave him butterflies.

“You look cute today. Did you do something with your hair?” You said unassumingly. He remembered the way you had complemented him when he had first gotten his hair dyed. The deep reddish mauve color reminded you of cherry cola and the way you called him cute made him feel like this kind of cute was different than all the others, like maybe you were seeing him as he saw you.

“I just retouched it this morning” he croaked out, realizing that he must have done so subconsciously because he knew you liked how he looked this way.

You hummed in response and gave him a silent once over, a smirk started to form on one side of your face as if you could read his mind. Your expression was subtle, cocky, and a little bit possessive but Jisung wondered if that was just his own brain filling in the gaps of what he wanted to see.

He was reminded of just how at ease you felt with him now when you spun around, went to grab your drink from the kitchen, and casually unbuttoned your blouse as you walked. His cheeks felt hot and the tips of his ears tingled in light embarrassment as his eyes trailed behind you, focusing on the light muscle definition of your back beneath your shirt. He thanked whatever higher power was out there for you not looking in his direction in this exact moment.

“I think I’m gonna shower first, then I’ll come join you.” You said.

“Oh- Alright!” Jisung answered, averting his gaze once he saw you fully slipping your top off and heading to the bathroom.

Should he sit up? Should he keep lying down? Should he just go in his room and hide? Jisung wasn’t sure what would be the best move rigrht now. Every time there was a lull in the show or a quiet moment with the audio he’d listen to the sound of the water hitting the shower tiles… and your skin. His throat (and his jeans) felt tight as he couldn’t help but imagine the way the hot steam would collect around you, and how each dewy droplet must have run down your body and accentuated every contour and curve of your figure. He imagined the way every sudsy bubble got to cleanse and caress you in ways he probably never would. He was too chicken to even joke about wanting to be in there with you, mostly because he really did want to be in there with you! When he was alone he had no problem relieving himself to the thought of you in the shower, or on the couch, or in his bed, on the kitchen counter, the desk in his room… just about anywhere in the apartment you would have him. But the problem was that you wouldn’t have him. You were way out of his league in his eyes, and just as vividly as he could imagine you and him in the shower together, he could imagine the much more realistic scenario of him being way to nervous to even get it up.

If he went to his room now, all he would do is end up with his pants around his ankles, boxers down, left hand firmly clasped over his mouth to stop any of the feeble whining moans from escaping as drool pooled at the corners of his lips and tears collected in the corners of his eyes. He’d end up a shaking and shivering mess desperate for your intimate hold, right hand and most of his stomach sticky with tacky, half-dried cum and saliva…

All he could do was lay there in wait; wondering what was taking you so long…

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“This show is absolutely ridiculous” you said, sneering and pointing at the television. “Who in their right mind would let that happen?”

With every small move you made the fresh and airy scent of your floral body wash took over Jisung’s nostrils and made his head spin. The nude lace trim of your nighttime slip dress peaked out from your fluffy white bathrobe and accentuated your cleavage. He felt like he was holding his breath around you and he couldn’t figure out how to stop. You pretended not to notice how nervous your friend was in your company. Out of the corner of his eye Jisung could see the shine of your freshly blow-dried hair resting on your shoulders leading his peripheral gaze down to your exposed collarbone; and then right back down to your chest. Your scent was intoxicating. It was mesmerizing. The hypnotic way your hands raised up to push your hair out of your face made him wonder what it would feel like to have those delicate fingers and beautifully polished nails gripping his own burgundy locks.

The sound of your voice cut through the dreaming, making him remember where he was. Jisung’s imaginative brain was brought back to reality when he sensed you were trying to grab his attention. “Let what happen?” He asked.

“Let someone perv on them through the doorway without even saying anything, I’d at least invite them in…” you joked.

“What?” Your roommate’s head whipped around to glare at the TV trying to piece together whatever the hell it was you were talking about. Sure enough, there was a shot of one character leering at another through a small crack in the doorway as they undressed. “I guess that’s just their dynamic…” He said, only remembering bits and pieces of the mature series so far.

“Well it’s a dumb dynamic, if they wanna get closer they should just say that. You’d just reach over and grab me if you wanted to.” You said.

“No I wouldn’t!” He protested.

“Why not?” You raised an eyebrow. “Am I that repulsive?’

“No- I just mean that I would never touch you without asking. Not that I wouldn’t want to touch you, I just wouldn’t- I wouldn’t-“

“Wouldn’t what? Touch me?”

“I would if you wanted me to-“ He said.

“-but not if you wanted to…” You chimed.

Jisung didn’t say anything to confirm nor deny, but his silence spoke volumes. “You’re so mean” he pouted, biting the inside of his lip once he saw the way your eyes twinkled in delight the more he worried about what he had said.

“I’m not mean… that hurts my feeling Jisungie.” You said kicking his shoulder in jest.

“Fine” Jisung tried to hide his smile. “You’re not mean, you’re just a tease.” His voice was sarcastic and a little afraid of the line he was toeing but you both knew it was partially true.

“What do you know about me being a tease? You listening in on my hookups?”

Jisung’s face went red and his eyes bugged out as you cackled evilly, delighting in every microscopic instance of his un-comfortability.

Your roommate shifted his weight uneasily from his side of the couch, clearing his throat and reaching for his now lukewarm glass of water. Just as he had previously feared, your eyes followed his trembling hand as he clutched the glass and took a long hard sip. He looked over at you with quick darting eyes avoiding looking at your freshly cleaned face. “No, just from what you’ve told me about your dates and stuff it seems like you’re… you know…”

“I’m what?”

Why you decided to pick this day to continuously push his boundaries he had no clue. “You’re just you. It’s not a bad thing, you just have a strong personality.”

Jisung spoke sincerely and you could see that there was a softness in his expression like he was thinking of you in a way you had a hard time thinking about yourself. “Yeah well… most guys don’t like a strong personality, at least not one like mine.” You joked bitterly.

Jisung could tell even through your smile that you were a bit unhappy. “What do you mean?” He asked carefully, moving slightly closer to you on the couch while still keeping a considerable amount of space. He had a hard time understanding how anyone couldn’t or wouldn’t instantly want to be yours. He fell for you by the end of the first day he had met you.

“I just mean that a lot of guys want a girl who will get on her knees if they tell her to, and I’m more… into the opposite.” You looked at him coyly but still with a hint of disappointment in your voice.

His mind was running wild. He wanted to tell you that whoever made you think that was wrong. He wanted to tell you how all you had to do was ask and he’d be on his knees in seconds. He wanted to tell you how it seemed impossible for him to find a girl who could balance out his docility the same way you could. He wanted to tell you all that and more, but all he could get out was “Ah, I see”.

You brushed off the conversation and went back to watching the show like nothing had happened, but Jisung could feel that the mood in the room had changed.

You turned your head back to look at Jisung who was eyeing you pitifully. “Stop looking at me like that” you laughed, as you scanned his face in an attempt to gauge what he was thinking.

What was Jisung thinking? Well he was thinking about how much he wanted you… and not being able to have you when he wanted you, made him want you even more. The idea that he could spend even another millisecond passively observing you without making a move was eating away at him. “Looking at you like what?” He said; pupils blown wide and mouth ever so slightly agape. He moved another inch or so closer to you waiting to see what you would say or do next.

Instead of immediately responding, you watched and waited to see what he would do next. You wondered if this is what it would finally take for Jisung to be bold. “Like how you always look at me Ji…” you said, reminiscing on the many instances you had caught your roommate staring at you with yearning need.

Jisung’s face flushed again but he didn’t back away. His voice was quiet and pitchy but his gaze was piercing, almost stern, and utterly unchanging. “Sorry…” he replied flatly.

The deep and rich tambour of Jisung’s voice always stuck with you when looking at his cute and boyish appearance. The way he bit the inside of lip to stop his instinctual nervous pout made you want to stop your own smile from forming. You relished in the innumerable amount of pride that came to you in making him sweat, but you also cared for him enough to not want to push him too far.

He looked at you with shining brown eyes; twinkling in anticipation as if even he was unsure of what he was about to do. The gentle pink hue that danced across the apples of his cheeks made his curt apology seem unintentional… reflexive maybe. Jisung didn’t want to admit that when looking at you he felt this overarching sense of romantic wanton, pathetic desire, and unadulterated lust, but without realizing it, he sort of just did.

“Are you… sorry?” You asked, chiding him.

He didn’t know what to say.

You cocked your head to the side expectantly. “Are you sorry?”

Jisung’s eyes were transfixed on you as you shot him a playful smile, he couldn’t tell if you were making fun of him again or being genuine, but the lilt in you voice suggested the former rather than the latter. He paused, mulling over the words stuck to the tip of his tongue like a piece of tart hard sour-candy rolling around in his mouth. Jisung puffed his cheeks and let out a quick breath through his nose while looking down into his lap. The living room was quiet except for the indiscernible audio from the television. The air in the room felt suffocating and stale. The primitive, animalistic, part of his brain that yearned for care and affection seemed only to activate when he was around you. It told him that the only respite that could and would be found, would occur only in submitting to you. It told him to submit wholeheartedly so that you may lift the veil of his pathetic cloying shame.

The way Jisung’s head turned to look at you was slow and deliberate, as if to give you a moment to stop him. You put both your feet up onto the couch and faced him, watching as he crawled tepidly towards you like a cat towards its prey. You laid your head on the cushiony headrest and looked up at him with an expression he couldn’t quite read. Your face was calm and relaxed while his was hesitant and uncertain. Your breaths were slow and soothing while his were broken and belabored. You adjusted your form under him, laying comfortably, as he came closer and hovered over you, using one shaky hand to cradle the back of your head. You could feel the trembling of his fingers and the unevenness of his breath as he cast his shadow across your body.

Jisung’s voice sputtered like an old tape that had been played far too many times, and he leaned down with half parted lips to place upon yours. All his words just transformed into more hot nervous breaths that hit your unflinching face and neck. His head turned ever so slightly more the moment your two noses touched, but he was stopped in his tracks when you raised your chin just enough to avoid his embrace and look up at the ceiling.

He thought he knew what you wanted but he dreaded having to humiliate himself further. The only thing he hated more than being denied the thing he felt he needed, was the butterflies in his stomach and the fact that he could feel himself about to get hard as the blood rushed away from his head and down to his crotch. “Pl-“ he tried to speak but his throat was dry and his vocal cords were near useless in your presence.

The feeble gust of oxygen that hit your chin as you pretended to find more interest in the caulk and drywall on the living room ceiling rather than in him, fueled you. You knew that you could sit around and wait forever but you also knew Jisung was desperate. You were only testing to see just how desperate he actually was.

“Please… Y/N” he croaked out, and looked at you with pleading eyes as you assumed your previous position.

Jisung’s wanting turned hungry as a few hairs from his bangs stuck to the light film of sweat that was beginning to form on his brow. He squeezed his eyes shut and lowered his whole body closer to yours. You could feel the rousing chaotic beating of his heart as his chest landed on you, and the soft fabric of his t-shirt trailed across the exposed skin above your breasts. Though his mind was racing and excited, his movements remained slow and deliberate. He ran his thumb through the back of your hair and inadvertently tickled the side of your neck with his pinky. One hand gripped the top of the couch with strained white knuckles as he placed his lips upon yours in uncomplaining wait for any sort of guiding motion.

Feeling his sigh of relief, you finally gave into him. You grazed his bottom lip with your tongue and sucked it in ever so slightly. Your hands seemingly traveled on their own as you reached under his shirt and ran the smooth rounded tips of your fingernails from his chest down to his stomach, purposefully tracing around the sensitive bud of his nipples just enough to make him twitch. With every minor nod of your head, and exhale through your nose Jisung followed suit, letting you slip your tongue past his plush swollen lips and into his salivating mouth. He couldn’t describe the feeling he felt when kissing you, it wasn’t quite pain, but rather something that bordered on the very precipice of pleasure. The way you made his jaw work to keep up with you filled him with anticipation. Your hands soon found their way to Jisung’s hips as the cold pads of your fingers rested gently on his sides.

You lifted your chin again to catch your breath and giggle a bit as you looked up at your roommates glassy almost tearful looking eyes. His lips were somehow even pinker than before, marked with the faintest little red indentations from where your teeth had been. They shined with a mixture of yours and his spit as a single trail of saliva connected your two mouths before disappearing. You tightened your grip on his hips digging your nails into his skinny back as gently as you could while still giving him a little shock to the system. “Your waist is almost smaller than mine.” You said, taking in his lean sprawling form “It’s no fair…” you said mockingly, guiding his hips lower and lower so that they were closer to yours. Jisung’s eyebrows knitted together as he looked down at you. He dared not kiss you again without permission, but secretly also craved an idea of what the repercussion might be. The baggy yet somehow constricting denim of his jeans felt rough against the soft satiny finish of your nightgown. You untied the loose bow of your robe, letting him take a moment to look you up and down. The thin pink fabric draped across your body like water, leaving little to the imagination. Jisung took slight pride in the fact that he could see the faint outline of your hardening nipples, he coveted the idea that he too could make you feel desire. Jisung let out an almost mouse like whine when you lowered his hips unto yours, using your hands to show him how to grind against you. You turned your head to the side exposing your neck as you watched the TV. “Just don’t leave a mark…”

Small, quick, and innocent little pecks transformed into generous, slow, and sensual kisses along the path of your trachea. He had lost your attention before but he was determined to keep it now. The tip of Jisung’s tongue swiped at the edge of your collarbone as he exhaled a deep and warm swath of air that kindled a fire in your ribcage and made the space between your thighs long for their sexual appetite to be satiated.

Jisung’s voice was low and raspy, the words he spoke traveled slowly, rumbling their way into your eardrums. “C- can I?” He said, in a way that was so polite it took you a minute to register what he was asking. He brought one trembling hand down from the top of the couch and looked at you with wide brown eyes as his hand softly landed on your upper thigh. His fingers were rough and his palms were clammy. His thumb drew small restrained circles on the inner corner of your leg, dangerously close to the light pulse developing at your core.

You smiled, trying your best to not look smug. “Go ahead”. You said with an encouraging nod.

Jisung led with a small kiss on your jawline before slipping his hand under your dress. He took his time enjoying the soft velvety feeling of your stomach under your lacy outfit before slipping his fingers past the delicate hem of your equally lacy underwear. His pointer finger gently pressed the skin above your clitoris before he began rubbing it carefully. His movements were tentative and soft as his middle finger slipped between your ever-dampening folds. With every slow clockwise rotation of his finger, you writhed against him, feeling your clit harden and his hot breaths in your ear.

Your breath was picking up, as was his, as every movement of your hips was a signal to him to keep going. He continued to kiss and suckle at the skin on your neck, heeding your warning to avoid leaving any marks. His middle quickly followed by his index finger, coated in the slippery juices of your pleasure; slid inside of you easily. You sang a symphony of drawn out breathy moans as he worked his way inside of you, curling his fingers in and out with a precision you didn’t know he was capable of. His face was unusually serious and focused as it seemed all his attention was fixated on pleasing you. The way he took your satisfaction so seriously was endearing, to the point where you couldn’t stop yourself from grabbing his cheeks and kissing him once again. This time, your kisses were sloppier and a tiny bit faster as you both had found comfortable refuge in each other’s bodies. Gone was the nervous tension, the unspoken sexual attraction, the awkwardness… All that was left was the sounds of two wet mouths melding together in horny abject cohesion. Jisung whined and groaned as he kissed you. Your fingers ran through his silky dark red hair and his fingers pumped in and out of you with fervor. Every low guttural moan that threatened to escape your lips was immediately swallowed up by him, as you both spent mere milliseconds seconds coming up for air before kissing each other again.

You could feel the slow, warm, bubbling sensation creeping its way up from your pelvis and into your stomach. Your grip tightened on the back of Jisung’s head the more you could feel your core building up to a release. His slow drawn-out circles on your clit made it feel like a hearty fire was burning within you. Your breathless broken sentences hit his ears between each kiss. “Jisung. Don’t. Stop”.

He wasn’t planning to, but now he knew for sure what was keeping you going. The tight grip you had on his scalp made his dick rock solid as he couldn’t quite decide on if he’d rather taste you, or be inside of you. “Okay” he said shyly. He was totally winded but refused to stop making out with you for fear that you would get turned off and push him away.

His fingers still moved slowly but now he circled your area with more pressure as the feeling within you reached a point at which it could no longer build. It started like a single insignificant pebble on the side of a mountain that sets off the the other stones at the beginning of an avalanche. There was a plateau and your fingers relaxed and let go of his hair, such that Jisung thought he might have done something wrong. He stopped his ministrations and just pressed a single digit on the spot, and soon the cascading wave of pleasure hit you. Like a Rube Goldberg machine your body was set in motion; a series of flexes and relaxations. First your knees, then your hips, next your chest, then your hands and feet, and finally the slightly high pitched feathery moan that ended in a deeper diaphragm-based huff that came from your throat. Jisung pulled back just enough to hover over you without leaving enough space for the heat between your bodies to travel elsewhere. He looked closely at the snail’s pace rising and falling of your bosom. There were light particles of sweat on your neck and the sigh of relief you let out as you grabbed his wrist made him feel nervous and excited. “Close your eyes” you instructed, and he did so swiftly. You gripped his wrist and lifted it up without any sense of restraint from him. You took Jisung’s two soaked fingers and pressed them to his bottom lip. “Open your mouth.”

He once again did as told; opening his mouth, and letting you use his own fingers that were inside you not so long ago to press down on his taste buds. His eyes squeezed shut even tighter as he struggled to stay sane. Your motions mimicked his previous ones as you pushed his hand forward and backwards. Jisung sucked on his knuckles, feeling the rough pads of his two fingers sliding across his tongue savoring this moment of you on his palate. Every slight press towards the back of his mouth made him let out a sound you had never had the pleasure of hearing from him before. It was soft, and submissive, and utterly delightful to the ear. His long fluttery eyelashes weighing down his sharply pointed and heavily lidded eyes, his blotchy white and red knuckles going in and out past his puckering salmon-colored lips, his rosy hollowing cheeks that seemed to instinctually understand what you wanted to see.

“How’s it taste?” You teased, and his face continued to redden. As you pulled his hand from his mouth Jisung’s head followed a bit like a dog with a bone being taken directly from it’s jowls, and you could see the look of embarrassment he bore as you spoke. You couldn’t stop the sarcastic tone in your voice when addressing him “That good huh?”

Jisung smiled with a tinge of shame. Logically he knew there was no reason to feel vindicated when you were simply pointing out the obvious, but illogically his brain told him there was nothing but shame in unabashedly showing just how much he liked you. “Yes.” He said avoiding your gaze like you’d turn him to stone if he addressed you directly.

You sat up on the couch and Jisung did the same. “You’re a good boy” you chuckled, patting his head like a little golden retriever. You scratched his chin and gave him a little peck on the nose you had thought about sitting on so many times before. You jutted out your bottom lip tauntingly and pouted just to see his reaction.

He was still quite nervous but your playful teasing did actually help. “I’m not a dog.” He said swatting your hand away as you tried to reach behind his ear.

“Well then stop acting like a scared puppy.”

“I’m not scared…” he replied.

You leaned forward to push a strand of hair away from his face “If you’re not scared, then what are you?”

He kept his head down but looked up at you with an expression just north of concern. “I don’t want to disappoint you.” He mumbled, clasping his hands together and placing them over the bulge in his jeans.

“You at least have to let me see what I’m working with…” You adjusted your posture and gently pushed Jisung’s shoulders until he was lying comfortably on his side of the couch. You watched as he swallowed harshly but layed back without much hesitation. You shimmied out of your bathrobe and let it drop onto the living room carpet. Jisung admired your beautifully confident face and your well proportioned body as you began to straddle his lap. You smiled warmly at him and placed a hand on the center of his chest using the other to make fluid pendulum like motions to steady his breathing. “It’s okay to be nervous” you said as genuinely as possible “there’s just no need to be scared.” He sucked in one cheek but looked at you happily with much less internal anguish. “I wouldn’t be sitting on your lap if I didn’t like you right.” You laughed.

“Right…”He said.

You lowered yourself onto Jisung’s lap, cupping his cheeks and leaning down to kiss him once again. He raised his head more confidently this time, stringing one arm around your waist and using the other to steady himself a bit. He tried his best to suppress the giddy feeling within him as you began to pepper kisses all across his face. With every peck you giggled right into his skin and he had to bite his lip to stop it from curling into a sheepish smile. Your hands trailed with a ghost like gentility over his biceps and forearms causing him to chuckle in a mix of general amusement and uncomfortable pleasure.

Jisung’s voice was phlegmy and gruff from holding back so many words and practically chocking on stifled moans. “That tickles.”

“Oh does it?” You teased. Running your fingers over different parts of his body for only seconds at a time, while watching him squirm made it that much easier to satisfy yourself while grinding against him.

You closed your eyes for a moment, feeling the slight friction between textured cloth and smooth skin. It sent a current through each of your bodies that made it feel like a bubble of warmth had lodged itself into the base of your pelvis. The invisible tether that had pulled you towards him and bound you together in ecstasy made every heavy breath and drawn out nasal exhale synchronize itself in time. Like the steady rhythmic ticking of a metronome being replaced by the fluid human passion of a conductor waving their wand, your light riding motions transformed into an orchestra of sloppy kisses and rough manhandling. Slipping your hands under the hem of his shirt, you lifted it up with ease. Jisung straitened out his back for a moment, and helped you pull the white cotton garment off of his body. He had never looked more attractive to you. His hair was a mess in the front, his bangs sticking up in various directions. You followed the outline of each vein and muscle in his pale and tensed arm. His figure was lean and muscular in a way that you wouldn’t have known it was, had he not undressed himself in front of you. You couldn’t help but run your fingers down the deep-set curves of his shoulder blades and the angular divots of his collarbone. His chest was soft yet firm and you swore you could see his heart beating through his ribcage. You trailed a single finger down to his stomach, admiring the slight definition in the abs he made sure to never show off. His thighs were similarly lean and muscular and he seemed to have no trouble holding you up for an extended period of time. He unintentionally bucked his hips and bit his lip as you let your finger travel down to his belly button and stop just at the elastic hem of his checkered boxers. He threw his head back and inhaled sharply, doing his beast to contain himself. His eyes were squeezed shut as you placed a few kisses upon his pectoral muscles and caressed his arms. You knew it would only embarrass him further to come right out and shower him with all the compliments about his body you felt he deserved, so you opted to show how much you liked it through action instead…

The crescendo of sounds that spilled past Jisung’s lips was music to your ears. You licked your thumbs quickly like two postage stamps and wasted no time in teasing his nipples. The chorus of darling whines and pleading whimpers that erupted from him every time you so much as swiped your finger across them made your insides throb in anticipation. Your pussy ached, but Jisung was struggling harder (no pun intended), writhing under you like he was in sexual agony. Rocking your hips back and forth over his erection had him gripping the sides of the couch with such force that you thought he might tear them from the sheer amount of physical chastisement. He balled up a fist and placed a hand over his face for any kind of grounding contact that would stop him from arriving early. You could see and feel the ever-widening patch of wetness over the closure of his jeans from a mixture of your soaked panties and the precum leaking from his tip.

You grabbed his wrist and moved his hand under your dress. His fingers trembled once they made contact with the underwire of your bra, inching slowly to touch the supple flesh underneath. It wasn’t a hard fight but he did fight a little, restraining his arm a bit in slight hesitation, a bid to stall the inevitable.

Jisung felt almost as if you were too beautiful, too good to touch. Almost… His hand cupped and kneaded your breast as you pressed it flush against you, allowing him to divulge himself in a small instance of selfish pleasure. Just as he was starting to enjoy himself a little too much you got up off of the couch to stand up and slip off your underwear. “Take your pants off.” You spoke flatly; stepping out of the lace material and leaving the physical evidence of your arousal on the floor.

Jisung cleared his throat and adjusted his posture. “Okay-“ He began slowly unbuttoning his jeans and pulling at the metal tab of his zipper. “-but why am I the only one taking all my clothes off…” He gulped fearfully.

You cocked your head to the side and laughed as he looked at you wide-eyed and innocent, a slight air of confusion around him. “Because…” you said, swatting his hands away in a hurry and pulling his pants down yourself, (not even bothering to get them off past his ankles). “I’m horny and I don’t feel like it…”

The cold air hit Jisung’s legs all at once as the change in temperature made all the hairs on his body stand on edge. Unlike his snails-paced movements, you took little care in getting what you wanted. You had spoken so matter of factly and moved so quickly that he hadn’t even had time to fully register what you had said before you were already licking your pointer finger and swirling it over the wet slit of his penis. His dick was just about as pink and veiny and tensed up as his face and his chest began to rapidly rise and fall, heaving with restraint. He let out a dry desperate moan the was less sound than it was just air. He looked up at the ceiling with a dizzying sort of blankness in his eyes as he had to focus on the bright yellow lightbulb attached to the ceiling fan. His brain short-circuited like it had forgotten how to control his eyelids. He couldn’t decide whether to keep his eyes open or closed so they just blinked intermittently, tears starting to form in them. His retinas burned with the watery gooey film collecting in his tear ducts; the only protection against the ingrained halo of light he couldn’t help but stare into. “Please…” he chocked, a single tear streaming down his cheek “please…”

“Please what?” You said cluelessly. Smirking and rubbing small circles against the head of his throbbing cock.

His mind went black and he had forgotten how to speak. He didn’t even really know what he wanted anymore, he just knew he wanted you…

“Please what?” You repeated raising an eyebrow incredulously.

“Anything…” he whispered hoarsely (more out of necessity than intentionality).

“Hmm…” you pursed your lips and toyed with him for a few more seconds until you were content with the amount of salty tears streaming down his face.

He sniffled and scrunched his sleek alabaster nose as the whole of him shivered in response to your touch. He could feel the mucus building in his nostrils and throat as his body went into crises mode and his brain could no longer make the distinction between unwanted danger and welcomed dominance. “Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck… fuck… fu-“ was all he could really say.

The warm, wet, slick entrance of your cunt made every nerve that had the random misfortune yet veritable luck to be situated below the belt, spark up like frayed wires ready to electrocute anyone who dared touch them. A slew of incomprehensible gibberish and curse words dribbled out of his mouth spilling into the room like warm sun-soaked sand on a beach. The tip of his dick coated in your juices, slipped inside of you like it had always been made to fit there. Surrounded entirely by your warmth it twitched within you as you lowered yourself onto his lap again. Moving back and forth, and up and down with precision, your eyebrows knitted together as you felt his length enter you like a piston. Like a steel rod is hammered and welded into place he filled you; hot, and hard, and piercing. “Sit up.” You said curtly and out of breath.

Jisung being the obedient boy he was, sat up with perfect posture, rolling his shoulders back and eliminating his usual casual slouch. He wrapped his arms around your waist and looked at you like you were the only two people in existence. His eyelids were glassy from crying, and little streaks of dried tears adorned the sides of his face. His lips were lightly bruised with color and his face was sweaty. Overall he looked quite disheveled but his eyes… His eyes were shining and round. They twinkled like a galaxy full of stars, a look of adoration swirling within them. Dark brown and reflective, two round doe eyes stared back at you with a look that you could only describe as just so goddamn cute. His sweet pleading gaze was absolutely adorable. It was so innocent and pure seeming compared to the image of your swollen excited clit rubbing against his sizable veiny shaft.

Jisung pulled you close, letting the silky chiffon fabric of your slip dress collide with his chest. He thrusted into you slowly but surely, letting you take the lead and ride him. You wrapped your legs around him and plunged your lower half forward arching your back and running a hand through your hair. Jisung could barely handle the feeling of your bare ass rubbing against him as a mixture of various arousal fluids dripped down his cock and onto his aching balls. The space between his inner thighs felt hot and sticky and his toes practically curled as you used him like a tool to fuck yourself. “You feel so fucking good!” He whined shaking his head and squeezing his eyes shut as if to try and convince himself that it wasn’t true, that he wasn’t so fucking turned on right now. In a voice that was so forlorn it almost made you feel bad for him… (almost) he cried “I can’t! Y/N I can’t!”

You rested your hands on his shoulders and kissed away a few tears before licking your lips. “Just a little bit longer, a few more seconds okay…” you spoke softly “you’re doing so good Ji. I know you can get me there too.”

He tried to nod in response but instead Jisung just buried his head into your shoulder, placing sniveling tearful kisses into the crook of your neck. You were so close. You could feel the fire bubbling up inside, stoking the flames with every movement as you two held eachother. Jisung gripped your ass, his large hands dwarfing every part of your body they clasped. You could feel your hole getting tighter and tighter and Jisung could feel your pussy tensing up and squeezing his cock. Again you felt it, you sensed it, the little pebble at the top of the mountain that threatens to break it all… It rolled and rolled before colliding with the boulder. You cradled Jisung’s head against your shoulder and whispered in his ear. “I want you to cum inside me.” You said, and now came the avalanche.

The rush that was building inside of you had finally reached its breaking point. Your body temperature started to rise enough to make a thermometer explode. You could feel Jisung’s gravelly moans and harsh grunts accompanying the white hot liquid he shot into you that threatened to spill out like sweet jarred honey. Trembling and weak he tried his best to keep himself inside of you, thrusting upwards as his mind went blank and he twitched and shivered just enough to make you drown in absolute satisfaction. You dug your nails into his shoulders and trapped him against the hold of your thighs as you moaned, feeling your body release a worlds worth of tension.

Though you were exasperated and panting you took the time to kiss Jisung’s shoulder and stroke the back of his head affectionately. “You did good.” Carefully, you lifted yourself off of him and stood up to stretch a bit.

Jisung laid back, one arm splayed over the side of the couch like a cadaver, naked body and empty mind unable to properly function. He couldn’t really bring himself to move so he just turned his head to the side lazily and then back up to look at you. “TV’s still on…” he mumbled.

How he managed to make you laugh so often you had no idea but his totally fucked out expression was priceless. “I’ll be right back.” You said laughing and exiting the room.

You returned a few minutes later with a warm damp wash cloth and a fresh change of his clothes. You knelt down beside the couch where Jisung lay his head and planted a small kiss on his lips before using the cloth to wipe away his tears. You cleaned up his thighs of any sticky cum leftover on his body and placed a small stack of a neatly folded sweatsuit and a pair of boxers on his stomach. “Get changed”.

“Okay.”

It took him a minute to get his bearings but Jisung eventually stood up and got changed. You snickered to yourself watching him clumsily step into his sweatpants you had grabbed for him, trying to sus out of this was his regular amount of clumsiness or a post nut induced sort of clumsiness.

“I’m making myself a cup of tea you want one?” You asked standing on your tiptoes to grab your roommate’s favorite mug off of one of the kitchen shelves (you were going to make him the tea anyways).

“Uhh sure.” He said. “Hey how do you know where I keep my underwear?” He asked. Scooping up all the discarded clothes on the floor and taking them to the hamper before joining you in the kitchen.

Jisung took a step back when he saw the devilish grin on your face and heard the sweet innocent giggle laced with mischief in your voice…

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