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borathae · 2 months ago

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↳ Index [Day 10 - Threesome]

Pairing: Soft Dom!Hoseok x sub!Reader x subby switch!Yoongi

Genre: established relationship!AU, polyamory!AU

Kinks: voyeurism, male masturbation, hobi rubs himself over his pants to the view of them fucking, pussy rubby, pussy fingering, lots of praise, hair pulling (m.receiving), strength kink, sloppy cunnilingus (yoongi & hobi giving), vaginal penetrative sex (yoongi giving), male anal sex (yoongi receiving by hobi), he gets it as he fucks OC, this is so hot you have no idea, creampie, rimjob & blowjob (hobi giving), anal fingering, subby boy tears, multiple intense orgasms for them cause hobi is a menace in bed, like this is just a whole orgasm party for them, i need hobi to fold me tbfh, giggly and cuddly aftercare

Wordcount: 7.6k

a/n: sope has a fucking hold on me so tight not even the strongest person on earth could claw me away from them

“How do I look?”

“You are beautiful.” He kisses your cheek. “You are making this dress look like art.”

“And the make-up? Did I overdo it?”

“Hey.” He puts two fingers under your chin, making you look into his adoring eyes. “You are beautiful, my love. Okay?”

A smile hushes over your face.

“Yeah, okay.” You lean in, kissing his lips. You wipe the lipstick away, gazing at him with minimal distance. “You’re so handsome, my love.”

Yoongi’s eyes soften, right hand caressing your lower back.

The door unlocks and opens.

“Hey, you two. Wah look at you, I kept you waiting for ten seconds and you’re already glued together”, Hoseok greets you with a playful grin, “come in, please.”

You enter first, Yoongi follows just a little embarrassed about being caught. Hoseok helps you slip out of your jacket and hangs it, then helps Yoongi. He talks as he works.

“Did you have a safe drive?”

“We did, yeah. God Hobi, it already smells amazing. I can’t wait to eat, seriously.”

“Yeah, I hope it’s good. I’m not you in the kitchen, hyung.”

Yoongi chuckles, “you’re still a good cook, Hoba.”

“Yeah well, follow me. Can I interest you in some wine?” he offers, leading the way to the dining room.

“Wine sounds perfect, thank you.”

Hoseok invited you and Yoongi over for dinner. He initially wanted the others to come as well, but Jungkook and Taehyung are currently on a city trip to New York and they took Jimin with them. Naturally, Seokjin and Emma were out of the question as well, considering they lived in Gordes. So the invitation only went out to you and Yoongi. Not that any of you mind. It is always very nice to hang out as just the three of you.

Hoseok helps you and Yoongi sit down, then hurries to pour each of you a glass of red wine.

“Thank you.”

“Thanks, Hoba.”

“There is more where this came from”, he says and disappears from the room.

You and Yoongi exchange a look.

“So he is just gone.”

“I guess he is.”

“Should we wait with the cheering?”

“It’s good manners we do.”

“Right.”

You and he set your glasses down for now, spending the time looking around the room. Hoseok decorated the table elegantly and lit the candles. He also very obviously polished each crystal on the chandelier. The fireplace is lit, warming up the room and filling it with the faint crackling sound of burning wood.

You shift your eyes to Yoongi. He is mesmerised by the shimmering chandelier, eyes reflecting the sparkles and lips slightly parted. His long hair frames his face in soft waves, his skin looks like shining marble. He is so beautiful without even having to try.

You place your hand over his’, making him look at you.

“What?” he asks, flustering under your fond gaze.

“Just reminiscing about old times. How many times we fought in this room and now look at us. We can’t even stay away from each other for ten seconds.”

He lowers his eyes shyly, smiling. His thumb caresses your fingertips.

“I uhm…” He leans over to kiss your lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too”, you say and tug him closer by his tie.

Yoongi gulps, fluttering his lashes at you.

“Stay still”, you whisper.

He hums, nodding his head in obedience.

You lick your thumb and wipe it over his lips. He sighs, eyelids lowering as you completely steal his heart away.

“There we go. You had lipstick on your lips”, you say and give him a gentle push.

Yoongi falls into his chair, looking at you breathless and wide-eyed.

You snicker, giving him a playful scrunch of your nose.

Yoongi clears his throat, looking to the side and fixing his tie as hastily as possible. He is so delightful that you can’t stop staring, resting your chin on your folded hands and eyes spilling over in fondness.

Thankfully for Yoongi’s poor heart, Hoseok returns with the first course.

“Sorry for the wait. I wanted the decoration to be perfect.”

“Don’t worry. We entertained ourselves wonderfully”, you say.

Yoongi coughs, rubbing the side of his neck.

Hoseok inspects you with a cocked up brow. He knows exactly what you are insinuating. He clicks his tongue, nudging your arm gently after setting down your food.

“Cut our Yoongi some slack, he can only handle this much flirting before he implodes.”

You snicker, Hoseok joins you while Yoongi looks to the side, red cheeked and shy.

“Shut up, the both of you.”

“Gosh Boongie, you’re so cute.”

Yoongi huffs out air.

“Okay, okay I’m sorry. Come here you”, you turn his head to you, kissing his cheek. You wipe the lipstick, giving him a grin.

“Whatever”, he mumbles and looks at Hoseok instead, “what uhm. The food looks good.”

Hoseok sits down opposite of Yoongi. You shift your attention to the food as well, wanting to save some of the flirting for later.

“Thanks. It’s a cheesy, creamy potato soup with fried bacon cubes and homemade bread. By homemade I mean made in the home of the baker. I can’t bake bread for the life of me.”

You and Yoongi laugh at Hoseok’s joke.

The evening continues as light hearted and wonderful. The menu Hoseok thought of consists of three courses. The amazing potato soup, the most delicious lasagna for the main course and apple crumble with custard for dessert. It feels cozy and tastes amazing, leaving you with a warm, fuzzy tingle in your tummies.

You left the dining room by now, enjoying wine in the sitting room. The fireplace is lit and the main lights are off. You and Yoongi share the couch while Hoseok sits in one of the antique armchairs.

“Oh? Wine’s empty”, Hoseok says, shaking the bottle over his glass. “Doesn’t matter, I’m getting a new one. Is red wine okay?”

“Yep, thank you.”

Hoseok leaves the room and you are instantly glued to Yoongi. Your bent legs are resting against his lap, your right hand is rubbing his chest and tummy while your left hand is playing with his hair at the nape of his neck.

Yoongi shifts, glancing at you.

“Do you have to do this now?”

“Mhm, I do.”

“Can’t it wait?”

“You were in Croatia for a month, I only have you back with me since yesterday and you spent said yesterday trying to get Namjoon to talk. No, it cannot wait.”

You slip your fingers into the small slit between two of his shirt buttons, touching his chest that way

“Princess, don’t”, he warns, pulling your hand away.

You don’t listen at all, simply slipping your fingers into another slit to now feel up his tummy.

Yoongi shifts his hips, grabbing your wrist. He says your name in his signature deep rasp, turning his head to you. Your noses almost touch, you sigh and chase his kiss. Yoongi’s own eyes are glued to your lips, voice lowering to a quiet purr.

“Behave, woman. I can behave too, can't I?”

“And? I don’t wanna behave.”

“Don’t pull me into this.”

“And if I do?” You climb his lap, burying your fingers in his luscious hair. “What then?”

“Get off of me, princess”, Yoongi warns and despite his words, his hands are holding your hips almost possessively.

“Yoongi”, you sigh, chasing his kiss.

He dodges it, resulting in your lips to brush his jawline instead.

“You’re drunk, aren’t you?”

“No, just tipsy.”

“That’s the same with you. Princess, don’t”, Yoongi spoke normally at first but ends up chuckling in defeat when you nibble on his jawline, tilting his head to the side by tugging on his hair. “You’re such a little minx, just get off my lap while I'm still being nice”, he lulls, smiling drunkenly. His hands rub your hips, his eyes are half-lidded.

“No, you have to make me”, you purr, smiling as you tug on his pierced earlobe softly.

Yoongi purrs playfully, sliding his hands to your ass to squeeze it.

Hoseok just so happens to return right this moment.

“You two are gonna like this one. It’s almost as old as-” He stops and gawks. “-me. Wah seriously? Are you that horny for each other?”

Yoongi lifts you off his lap, trying to fix his clothes by tugging on them vigorously. You make less effort in fixing your clothes, looking at Yoongi longingly.

Hoseok clicks his tongue in defeat.

“I’m gonna open this bottle and as we let it breathe, you two are gonna tell me what’s wrong.”

“Why do you think something’s wrong?”

“Because you two might always be glued together, but not like this.”

The bottle opens with a plop. Hoseok swirls it, smelling it. He hums and puts it on the side table, sitting down afterwards. He crosses his legs.

“You are able to control yourselves in public. So what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, I’m just drunk”, you lie.

“First of all, I can hear when you’re lying and second of all, you’re a terrible liar.”

“Yeah well…well.” You huff out air. “Fine. We haven’t fucked in a month and I’m going insane. He.” You point at Yoongi. “Came home yesterday and what did he do? He spent it interrogating Namjoon and leaving me alone in the estate. And he didn’t even wake me once he came back, he let me sleep. Now I can’t stand the fucking sight of him because I wanna jump him so bad.”

Hoseok hums in understanding, “sounds awful. Why would you not fuck her?”

“Because…listen here, I’m not gonna discuss my sex life right now. Besides, why is this even worth a discussion?” Yoongi hisses.

“Because it’s making you act like teens.”

“Tch, the only childish one here is you for acting like our therapist.”

“Hey, don’t blame me. I’m not Doctor Love for nothing.”

You chuckle.

“Don’t laugh at his joke. It wasn’t funny.”

“Yes, it was. Come on Boongie, admit it.”

“No, it wasn’t. I need a break, I’m getting fresh air”, he says and tries to leave.

“So I take it you don’t wanna have her?” Hoseok taunts.

Yoongi turns in the doorway, eyes darkened.

“Excuse me?”

“Why else would you leave?”

“What the fuck, are you on about?”

“Just that you clearly don’t want her.”

“I wanted her ever since we left the estate”, Yoongi growls, inching back into the room like a predator. “The moment I watched her walk down the stairs in this cursed dress, I considered cancelling tonight just to take her on the damned stairs. All I could think about in the car was how I would love to stop the engine and fuck her on the backseat until she unlearned the ability to fucking walk. All I want is to take her upstairs and fuck her on your bed until the sheets smell like her orgasms and nothing else.”

You gulp.

Hoseok smirks, tilting his head back to make eye contact with Yoongi.

“So why don’t you?”

“Because”, Yoongi flusters, “stop it. Both of you.”

Hoseok chuckles, rolling his head to the front. He locks eyes with you. You have to squirm under his gaze. Yoongi’s confession riled you up beyond recovery and Hoseok’s playful gaze isn’t making it better.

“What are your thoughts on this, ___?” Hoseok asks.

“I, uhm, that I really wanna be kissed right now.”

“Just kissed?”

“And fucked. Just really wanna get fucked.”

“You heard her. Don’t keep a lady waiting.”

You and Yoongi lock eyes. The tension between you and him is unbearable.

“Or walk out this door. The choice is yours”, Hoseok says.

You and Yoongi understand that he is giving you a chance to voice your consent right now. It has been playful until now, but became serious and if you want out, you can.

“I’m not gonna leave out that door, by the way”, he adds.

“Me neither”, you say.

“Well you should, otherwise I can’t get you to his room”, Yoongi hisses.

“Yoongi”, you croak.

“Come here, princess. I’m not asking.”

You stumble to your feet to hurry to him. He welcomes you by cradling your face and pulling you into a kiss. Seconds later you are in his arms, legs around his waist and with his hands under your ass. You kiss passionately, with tongue and teeth and hungry lips, moaning and sighing into each other. Yoongi walks safely, needing no eyes to see where he steps.

Hoseok follows you, holding the bedroom door open and closing it. You and Yoongi are on his bed already, rolling around the sheets as you practically try to swallow each other.

Hoseok stays back for now, rubbing himself over his pants. This is the first - and maybe last - time he gets to watch you and Yoongi fuck and he wants to savour it for as long as possible. To think that it happens on his bed makes it even hotter to him. You ruin him way too much, just as much as you seem to ruin each other tonight.

“I want you. I fucking want you”, Yoongi growls, smearing lipstick all over your neck as he kisses it sloppily.

You writhe under him, arching into his body. You are burning up. Each second with him is like ecstasy.

“Your perfume is driving me insane and your body in this dress. Fuck”, he squeezes your thigh, pulling you closer to his crotch so he can roll his hips into you angrily, “I want to ruin you. Do you hear me? I was in darkness without you and now I’m back and I see the light. I can’t be without you any second longer.”

“Yoongi, oh god”, you whimper, twisting his hair and spilling tears.

“Say you want me too, princess.”

“I want you so much, please”, you beg, lifting your hips.

Yoongi takes the silent signal, reaching under your dress to take off your panties. He throws them to the side, Hoseok catches them. He bundles them in his palm, burying his nose in them to inhale your sweet scent. He muffles his curses like this, long fingers squeezing his clothed cock. Your scent is addicting.

Yoongi runs his palm along the inner side of your leg, keeping you pinned with dark eyes. Your breath hitches when he comes into contact with your inner thigh.

“So soft. I’ve never felt skin softer than yours.”

“Yoongi”, you mewl, writhing under him.

He touches your pussy.

“Yoongi”, you moan, chasing his touch.

“I missed the way you say my name, princess”, he rasps, parting your folds with his long fingers. He lingers on your entrance for a little, rubbing circles.

“I missed you too”, you whimper, bucking your hips up. His touch is healing you. You were so lonely without him, so lost and without a home. His touch, although incredibly sexual of nature right now, heals you.

Yoongi applies pressure and slips inside. Your eyes roll back, back arching off the sheets.

“Look at you, my pretty woman. How does that feel, Mhm?”

“Good”, you croak, walls pulsing around his digits. You whimper his name next, twisting the sheets.

“So beautiful, you’re so fucking beautiful”, Yoongi whispers, getting you used to him in slow movements. You are so wet already, so goddamn soft. His fingers missed you so much. Almost as much as his mouth does.

“How I fucking missed you, my princess”, Yoongi says and lowers himself to your pussy. He cannot hold back any longer, the hunger for your taste is too big.

You scream up at first contact, fingers instantly gripping his hair and legs falling around his shoulders. Yoongi purrs, curling his fingers inside your warmth as his mouth feasts on your cunt. He missed this the most. Your taste, your scent, how soft you are. Yoongi missed you so much that he doesn’t want to go on about this moment slowly. He knows that you can take it, he claimed your cunt like an animal countless times before so he knows that you can handle him. The time he took you after you accidentally started your period still comes back to haunt him. Such a beautiful woman, so fragile in comparison to his strength and yet you can handle him. Yoongi swears he exists only for you.

“Yoongi please slow, you’re so fast”, you beg him, writhing helplessly from the intense pleasure he forces you to experience.

“Don’t tell me what to do when all you did tonight was drive me fucking crazy”, Yoongi spits, fucking his long, girthy fingers into you quickly.

No amount of words can describe how good it feels to you. It is as if he was already drilling you with his cock. Deep and hard and full of untamed hunger. You missed him so much, cunt weeping in happiness upon finally being his’ again.

“Please, please”, you beg, legs shaking on his shoulders and toes curling to the point they almost cramp. His fingers are so long and skilled. It is insane how much he can make you shake just with them.

“Stay still”, Yoongi spits, pinning you down easily, “it’s what you fucking get, you damned minx.”

He buries his face back in your cunt, swirling his tongue on your clit sloppily. His spit covers you messily, mixing with your nectar and getting slurped up by Yoongi.

You wail up, ankles locking behind his neck and hips lifting up to smother him. Yoongi pins you down for the sake of getting to finger you better, forcing your body to convulse each time he bottoms out. He is looking up at you with dark, warning eyes, growling around your clit.

“Yoongi please, I can’t do this”, you sob, shaking your head from side to side.

Yoongi purrs, punishing your whines with more pressure on your clit. His spit runs down your folds and makes it easier for his fingers to reshape you. He fucks them deep and he moves fast, hitting your g-spot each and every time. He needs you to know that no matter how much you beg, he won’t slow down. You wanted to drive him mad and mad is what you get.

“Yoongi please”, you squeal, breaking apart against your will. He keeps going and going and going, “no please, please I can’t- aaaaaah!”

Yoongi slurps up what you feed him, cock threatening to rip his jeans. He missed you. Oh, he fucking missed you. Everything about you, but especially your orgasms. So sweet. So fucking sweet.

Yoongi uses his entire mouth to drink you up, twisting his fingers inside you.

Everything is just too much for a moment. The overstimulation is too intense. You tug on his hair and croak the only word which will really stop him.

“Snow-”

Yoongi is gone from your middle before you can utter your safe word. He kisses you deeply, hips rolling into your inner thigh and big hands cradling your face. His fingers smear your orgasm all over your skin like this, but you don’t mind. It feels so good to be held by him.

“I’m here, princess. I’m here.”

“You’re so mean”, you get out, twitching as you recover.

“Don’t say that when you have been bewitching me all evening. You got what you fucking asked for.”

You giggle, pulling him closer by his hair. He chuckles, smiling into the kiss. You and he are so right. You are so fucking right. You can bicker as much as you want because it won’t ever be taken seriously by the other. Truly, every second with him feels like heaven.

He breaks the kiss, but stays close so you can taste his words. His fingers are tracing your temples.

“How are you doing, my love? I know I was being kinda intense right now.”

“Good, really warm and fuzzy.”

“Mhm, good. Is it really over for you? Was I too much? Or did I hurt you?”

You shake your head, “you always tell me to say it when I need a break. I’m sorry, I thought that-”

“Hush, you did well, my good girl. Thank you for stopping me when it got too much. I never wanna go too far with you, my beloved”, he silences you, kissing your neck, “I don’t wanna rush you or push you to do something, but I’m…I need more of you.”

“I need more of you too. Please.”

“Really? Are you sure?”

“Yes Boongie, so sure.”

“Fuck princess, I missed you”, he sighs and gives you one deep kiss before he sits up and gets off bed.

You sit up as well, watching him begin to undress.

“Wait, Boongie.”

He stops, “changed your mind? That’s alright princess, we can-”

“No, not that.”

“What then?”

You glance to the side. Yoongi follows your line of sight. Hoseok is staring at you, face flushed and hand in his pants. He looks done for, he really does.

Yoongi looks back at you. He doesn’t seem embarrassed or uncomfortable. In a surprising sense, he seems turned on by the aspect of Hoseok being present.

“I don’t mind. He’s seen everything of me”, Yoongi says and pulls the shirt over his head.

“He did?” You look at Hoseok for answers. “You did??”

“He came to me one night, asking for a rimjob. I gave it to him in the shower. We were naked for it.”

“Holy fuck and you didn’t tell me?”

“I promised not to tell. I figured he would tell you anyway.”

“Well, he didn’t.”

You look at Yoongi, who is currently busy undoing his pants. He meets your eyes briefly.

“I forgot”, he says dryly.

“Yoongi! You can’t forget stuff like this! I need to know, it’s so hot to know.”

“You’re way too nosy for your own good”, Yoongi says, climbing onto bed now completely naked and ready for more of you.

You however push him away. He lets you with a chuckle.

“I’m not too nosy. You’re too private.”

“Oh forgive me for valuing my privacy, ___. I didn’t know I’d automatically lose it when I’m dating you.”

You take off your dress and bra, climbing his lap. Yoongi grabs your waist possessively, gazing up at you. You are pushing and pulling each other gently, feeling charged in electricity.

“Obviously you are. We’re one soul.”

He smiles, kissing you as you pull him close.

You break it again, despite his quiet beg for more.

“Show me.”

“What?”

“Show me how it was having your ass ate.”

“Turn around and I will.”

“No. No, you turn around and have Hobi do it.”

“What?”

“What? Me?”

Yoongi and Hoseok exchange a look. The latter is turned on, while Yoongi is shy.

“I don’t know”, he murmurs.

“Only if you feel like it. I don’t want to force you to do anything.”

“It’s not that. It’s just something I haven’t done before in front of other people.”

“So you want it?”

He nods his head. You tilt it up with a finger under his chin.

“We’re one soul, aren’t we?”

“We are”, Yoongi whispers, eyes spilling over with love for you. “Holy fuck princess, I wanna grant your every wish. Even this damned insanity.”

You chuckle, “then let me watch you get ate.”

“Fuck this is insane. Fine, I’ll do it.”

You climb off his lap and look at Hoseok.

“Would you be down as well?”

“You’re asking me? Of course, but first holy fuck you two are so hot. It’s insane, your connection is insane. It’s like every second you two are together is charged with electricity, I’ve never seen two people so perfect for each other.”

You and Yoongi exchange a giddy look. Being perfect for each is epic.

“Dude seriously, I gotta get naked too. I hope you don’t mind. I’m so turned on that my clothes hurt.”

“Go ahead, this is so hot.”

Hoseok undresses quickly. All of you look at his cock instantly. So hard and throbbing.

“Damn, Hobi.”

“Yeah, that hurt to have inside jeans.”

“I can relate”, Yoongi says with his own cock terribly hard.

The two men chuckle. Hoseok climbs onto the bed and to Yoongi. Yoongi’s laughter dies down in shyness, he gulps and drops in the sheets to flee Hoseok.

Hoseok is above him, eyes hungry and dark. He brushes his hair out of Yoongi’s suddenly very flushed face.

“Your devotion to her is such a turn on. You should have the favour returned, shouldn’t you?” he rasps.

Yoongi gulps audibly, looking to his side. To you. To his love.

“Eyes on me”, Hoseok pulls him back with two fingers gripping his chin.

Yoongi flutters his lashes at him.

“There we go”, Hoseok rasps and kisses him.

Yoongi sighs, back arching and hands balling to fists on the sheets. It is so insanely hot to watch him fall like this. He squirms and writhes and takes the kiss with such eagerness yet shyness.

And once Hoseok breaks it for the sake of kissing a path down to his cock, Yoongi chases him with parted lips. Of course the kiss never comes and he is destined to wish for more. You can’t bear to watch him so denied but you have to. You need to take in every second of how Hoseok touches him.

He reaches his stomach, lingers and passes it without ever touching it. Yoongi writhes and sighs, opening his legs. Hoseok claims it instantly, laying the kisses he can’t place on his stomach on his inner thighs instead.

You rub your legs together. So Yoongi doesn’t want his stomach touched quite yet and Hoseok blindly respects it. The way their bodies communicate really turns you on.

Hoseok sucks a small hickey to the part of where Yoongi’s thigh meets his groin. Yoongi gasps, brows lifting and pouty lips parting.

“Such soft thighs”, Hoseok purrs and repeats the hickey on the other side.

“Hoba”, Yoongi sighs, putting his legs over his shoulders almost instinctively.

“Fuck, this is hot”, you get out under your breath. You have never seen or experienced Yoongi do this. Of course sometimes you lovingly force him to his luck by putting his legs over your shoulders, but he never did it on his own with you. You are jealous for not even a second and then you are so turned on that you can scarcely breathe. They look so fragile and weak as they lay around Hoseok’s head. Hoseok’s sculpted arms around them are such a sexy contrast.

Hoseok purrs deeply, wrapping his hand around Yoongi’s shaft so he can press his cock against his stomach. He puts his mouth on his tip, licking and sucking his frenulum as if it was a clit he was making out with.

Yoongi locks his legs behind Hoseok’s head, curling his toes and lifting his hips off the mattress. The moan he lets out is so incredibly blissed out and submissive that you feel your pussy throb. You expected this to be hot, but not like this. Holy fuck, you’re insane for them.

“So good, such a good cock”, Hoseok lulls between his wet licks, “such a good, yummy cock.”

“Fuck, Hoba”, Yoongi gets out breathily, fingers trembling on the sheets.

“Mhmh”, Hoseok purrs, sucking on his most sensitive spot until Yoongi moans against his will and buries his fingers in his hair. Only then he lets off, guiding his tongue down his veiny shaft and balls. Yoongi’s fingers slip from his hair again, now twisting the sheets. He is holding his breath, legs losing strength so Hoseok can grab them and press them into his stomach.

His needy hole is revealed like this. Hoseok claims it instantly, dragging the flat of his wet tongue over it by nodding his head repeatedly.

“Hoseok”, Yoongi moans, hands coming up to grab his own hair.

It is so adorable how restless his hands are during sex. Almost as if they have no idea what to do when they aren’t the one giving pleasure. They seem to be happy in his hair for now, twisting and tugging on it as Hoseok makes out with his sensitive rim.

“Mhm so fucking delicious, you’re so fucking sweet”, he purrs, kissing and sucking his rim. Just for a little, to really get a taste of him. But he doesn’t want to be patient for long. Yoongi wasn’t either when it came to you. He should get the same experience.

Hoseok flexes his tongue and slips it inside Yoongi’s tight hole.

“Ah!” Yoongi yelps and instantly throws his hand over his own mouth, muffling himself now that he can’t seem to shut the fuck up.

Hoseok growls, gripping Yoongi’s writhing hips so he can pull them onto his tongue repeatedly. His ivory skin bruises where Hoseok grips him and flushes pink on other spots as Hoseok makes him burn up.

“Slow down please”, Yoongi begs, voice barely wanting to go above a gasp.

Hoseok shakes his head, wiggling his wet tongue deeper.

“Slow please, I can’t.”

To witness Yoongi just as desperate and ruined as he so often makes you is orgasmic to you. He is shaking so much, writhing so helplessly, sounding so sweet. You could honestly kiss Hoseok stupid for doing this to him.

Yoongi mewls and closes his legs on Hoseok’s head.

“Slow please”, he squeaks and squeezes his eyes shut, “please is too much, plea-ah..”

Hoseok pushes Yoongi’s legs apart, lifting his head to talk.

“Stop trying to flee. You did the same to ___.”

Yoongi shifts his eyes to you. Tears escape him.

“___”, he never spoke your name like this before. So helpless, so full of longing and as if your name was the remedy he needed. He reaches out, speaking your name a second time.

You intertwine your hand with him.

“I’m here, my love”, you get out and lean down to kiss his cheek.

He whimpers, growing slack in utter bliss.

“You’re so hot when you’re like this, my love. I’m so turned on.”

Yoongi gets out half of your name and then something makes his eyes roll back and his voice cut off.

You look down. Hoseok is kneeling between Yoongi’s legs, pumping two fingers into his hole.

“I took the freedom to get some lube. I hope you don’t mind that I slipped some fingers inside.”

Yoongi shakes his head, letting out a terribly high pitched sound. He squeezes your hand, twisting his own hair with the other. His muscles flex like this.

“You don’t? That’s good, you’re so soft inside”, Hoseok praises and picks up speed. Again, Yoongi wasn’t patient with you and he should experience the same.

Yoongi wails up, lifting his body off the mattress as far as his back allows him. He drops it again as Hoseok weakens his legs to the point of shaking against his will.

He makes a sound bordering that of a helpless whimper, squeezing your hand tightly.

“Does this feel good to you, love?”

He nods his head, throwing it back a second later when Hoseok speeds up even more.

You can hear his wet fingers fuck into him, that’s how passionately he does it. Yoongi shakes and writhes against his will, cock throbbing and leaking on his tensing stomach. His voice is whiny, coming out as constant little noises which he so clearly can’t control.

“Yeah that’s it, shake for us. So good, keep shaking”, Hoseok talks him through it, curling his fingers each time they grace his sensitive prostate.

“Stop please”, Yoongi begins begging, overwhelmed by how good it feels.

“Hurts?”

“No, stop please too much, please.”

“That’s not a reason, you can take it.”

“No”, he mewls, arching his back, “too much.”

Hoseok buries his fingers as deep as possible and twists his hand. Yoongi kicks the sheets, accidentally hitting Hoseok as well.

“Ah geez”, Hoseok gasps and chuckles, “careful, hyung.”

“Sorry. Sorry please I’m sorry”, Yoongi keens, “___ stop it please. I’m sorry.”

“Hobi, let’s slow down for a bit, okay?”

Hoseok listens, slipping his fingers free. He soothes Yoongi by gently licking his rim, massaging his balls as well.

“Is this nice?” he asks, voice muffled by his butt.

Yoongi sighs, nodding his head. He still twitches sometimes from the electricity Hoseok forces to run through him.

“And this? Is this nice?” Hoseok asks, licking his rim as he buries his fingers back inside. He keeps them still but curls them against his prostate while his tongue traces his stretched hole.

“I can’t”, Yoongi lets out breathily and hides his eyes behind his hand, “is too much.”

“Okay”, Hoseok slips out.

“No!”

“No?”

“No. More. I don’t know. Don’t stop.”

Hoseok chuckles, burying his fingers back inside Yoongi’s small hole.

“You’re just whining for the sake of it”, he teases and changes his mouth to pleasure his cock. He keeps his focus on his tip, making out with it just like he did before.

Yoongi grows slack, body melting in the warmth Hoseok makes him feel. Even his hand around yours loosens, slipping from your grasp. It twitches on the sheets.

You take his other hand and guide it from his eyes, calling his attention with it. He barely manages to open his eyes but he does and once he did, he spills tears.

“___”, he moans.

“Do you feel good, my love?”

“Good”, he says, nodding his head.

“That’s good. He is making you look so pretty. Shaking from pleasure fits you so well.”

He furrows his brows, eyes hazy and glassy. They flit to your lips.

You understand, cradling his cheeks to kiss him.

Yoongi mewls, arching his back in ecstasy. Hoseok purrs, tasting the very second you kissed him. Yoongi’s cock throbbed and spilled sweetness. Hoseok thinks it’s adorable how much Yoongi loves you. He loves you so much that he tenses and throbs and leaks just from a kiss.

A sudden thought comes into his mind. One that will play into everything Yoongi loves. You, being inside you and getting his ass fucked.

Hoseok comes up with a slurp, keeping his fingers inside. He even adds another one to test if Yoongi was ready for cock. Yoongi throbs around him, hole almost sucking him in. Yes, he is definitely ready for more.

“I have an idea.”

You break the kiss. Yoongi chases it, looking up at you with sad puppy eyes.

“What idea?”

“Do you wanna fuck? Like penetration?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“You and Yoongi in missionary. I fuck his ass.”

“Hot. Hobi, this is so hot”, you say and look at Yoongi, “are you down?”

Yoongi looks star struck, bewitched, taken by love. He nods his head, eyes filling with even more love for you.

You smile, caressing his cheek.

“Did you hear what he said or are you just nodding to everything I say?”

“Me inside you and him inside me”, Yoongi gets out breathily, nodding his head again, “is…good.”

“Mmh Boongie, I could eat you up”, you purr and kiss him. Only briefly, ending up in Yoongi to chase you with a whine.

You cannot give him more however, needing to lie down.

Hoseok slips his fingers out of Yoongi’s ass and climbs to you. He is between your legs, stealing a kiss. One you give him gladly and one which ends too soon for your liking. He tastes like Yoongi. It’s addicting.

Hoseok smiles, “allow me a quick check up.”

“Okay.”

Hoseok disappears between your legs, connecting his mouth with your pussy without warning.

“Woah-ah!” you yelp, grabbing his hair and sitting up in shock.

Hoseok purrs, swirling his tongue through your folds and sucking on your clit.

“Ho-” A twitch of your legs. “-bi. Ah!”

Your clit is between his lips. He uses the chance to dance his tongue over it in a quick rhythm.

You drop in the sheets, arching your back.

“Hobi, what the fuck-aah, ah Hob-ah.”

“Mhhm”, Hoseok lets out and finally releases you from the most amazing torture. He dances his lips and tongue up your torso, fingers touching your pussy gently. He gives each of your nipples a suck and a lick then ends it by kissing your neck.

His deep voice tickles you as he talks to you.

“Just had to make sure that you’re ready for him.”

“And you have to- ah- do it like- aha- that?”

“Mh-hm, I do”, he purrs and nibbles on your ear gently, “I smelled your panties when you got ate. Made me wanna have a taste myself. Wanted to be greedy.”

“Fuck please just fill me up.”

“Mhm that’s Yoongi’s job”, he says and gives your cheek a kiss, straightening up afterwards.

Yoongi is resting on his side, having watched the scene hungrily. He exchanges a kiss with Hoseok as they change spots.

“I’ll let you get used to her and then I’ll come in, yeah?”

“Yeah”, Yoongi croaks.

“Now go on, fuck her.”

Yoongi doesn’t need to be told twice, climbing between your legs. You tangle your hands in his hair instantly, chest heaving up and down.

“I need you.”

“I’m so turned on. I don’t know if I’ll last long.”

“That’s okay, just keep filling me up as often as you need to.”

“Fuck princess, you aren’t making it better.”

You giggle, pulling him closer.

“Fucking stick it in before I make you.”

Yoongi purrs, smiling drunkenly. He aligns himself with you and pushes inside. There is no resistance, no struggle. He slips inside as if you were made for him and he was made for you.

You and he share a moan, falling into a needy tongue kiss instantly. His hips pick up a deep rhythm, cock instantly finding your favourite spots.

Each moan you let out gets swallowed by him, each moan he makes gets tasted by you. You didn’t even know how much you needed the other until you are finally like this. Each stroke feels electric, filling you both with so much pleasure it gets hard to kiss.

Despite popular belief, it is Yoongi who breaks the kiss, panting into your mouth.

“Yoongi, you feel so good”, you mewl, hazy eyes looking up at him.

“You do, yeah”, he answers you, loving you each time he bottoms out. He draws a circle when he is deep inside, basking in the fluttering of your walls. He knows that you feel good right now and it fills him with ecstasy.

“Can I join now?” Hoseok’s question fills him with ecstasy as well.

He nods his head, stilling his hips for now. You cup his face, breathing with him and looking so deeply into his eyes that he feels on cloud nine.

“I love you”, you whisper.

“I love you too…Oh fucking hell, ___ he’s doing it.”

Yoongi’s eyes go out of focus, his mouth falls open. He moans and you find yourself whimpering his name. The view of him being entered is now burned into your mind forever.

“There we go, you took me so well”, Hoseok praises, rubbing Yoongi’s hips, “move when you’re ready.”

Yoongi instantly moves, managing to do three thrusts before he collapses into you.

“Holy fuck, urgh.”

“Yoongi, oh god”, you mewl, hugging him.

He picks himself up again, trying another time.

“Holy fuck, holy fuck. Fuck, urgh, fuck”, Yoongi chants, face scrunched in pleasure. He looks utterly and completely out of it, riding on what seems to be the most intense sensation he ever experienced.

“Is it that good?” you get out.

“Yes, holy fuck.”

“Oh god, Yoongi”, you whimper, twisting his hair.

“Hoba, holy fuck…”

“Yeah, that’s nice, isn’t it? Fucking your love and getting your ass fucked in return. I bet you fantasise about having her stick her fingers up your ass when you fuck her, don’t you?”

Yoongi nods his head.

“You do?” you mewl, head turning.

He nods his head more vigorously.

“Yoongi, oh god”, you croak, losing control over yourself.

“Baby”, Yoongi chokes out, “___ baby!”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t-ah”, you choke out, shaking from the surprise high his confession forces out of you.

Yoongi’s hips stutter. Hoseok picks up for him, fucking into him deep and hard so he would move his hips and therefore fuck you as well.

“Hoba please”, Yoongi mewls, falling to his elbows and twisting the pillow above your head. You keep moaning so sweetly and your pussy is so tight. This isn’t making it easier. Hoseok’s cock is the worst of everything though. It is so difficult to handle. It feels so good. So fucking good as it stretches him out, fills him up, pounds his prostate. Yoongi is so sensitive up his butt, how could he be able to handle it when he has your warm pussy around his dick as well?

“Yoongi, oh god. Hobi, you’re making him cum, I feel it”, you wail.

“Good. That’s what he should do. Cum for me. Both of you. Fucking cum for me”, Hoseok spits and makes both of you wail up as he fucks you through Yoongi’s orgasm.

He doesn’t stop afterwards, pounding into him and forcing him to drill you just as passionately in the process. It is almost impossible to handle for you, you don’t even want to imagine the kind of orgasmic electricity Yoongi currently finds himself on.

Judging by the untamed noises he makes and the amount of throbbing his cock is doing, it is a lot. And the thing is, that his current state is turning you on so much that it feels a million times better for you as well.

“You make the sweetest noises for me. Such good ones, you’re made to be fucked like this. So good”, Hoseok praises, face darkened in pleasure. He grips Yoongi’s hips to the point of bruising, switching between looking at how his pink hole swallows his wet, girthy cock and looking at your face as he fucks you with the help of Yoongi.

“So pretty for me, I’m going insane”, he gets out, following it with a curse through gritted teeth. He thrusts into Yoongi with such passion that the poor man comes tumbling down on top of you, legs unable to work.

“Again.”

“Yoongi oh god, I love this”, you whimper, eyes rolling back at the sensation of his hot cum coating even the deepest crevices of your walls. Because he lies on you like this, he naturally puts pressure on your stomach and therefore forces your walls to tighten around him. You can feel each time he is deep in your stomach.

“I’m cumming”, you sob, digging your nails into Yoongi’s back as your last hope.

“Yes baby cum”, Hoseok spits, eyes widened in obsession and glued to your face. It is contorted in orgasmic bliss all while your nails leave red marks on Yoongi’s fair back. How pretty. Fair skin, red marks and dark hair. The contrast is like art. Hoseok knows that Taehyung would love it.

He has no idea why he suddenly thought of him, but he did and it makes him want to angle himself deeper and give Yoongi one more. He can feel that he is close.

“Hoba please urgh fuck I can’t stop cumming”, he moans and breaks on his cock. He sobs into the crook of your neck, sounding so ruined and blissed out that it sets you off as well.

“I need to-”

“Me too.”

“Fuck, you two are made for each other”, Hoseok spits, head turning in bliss. The scent of your wet orgasms fills his veins. Yoongi’s ass is tight all of a sudden, Hoseok feels his cock throb uncontrollably.

He growls, digging his fingers deeper into Yoongi’s hips.

“Can I?”

“Yes, please”, Yoongi sobs, nodding his head vigorously.

“You two are so hot”, Hoseok croaks and finally lets go, emptying himself deep inside Yoongi’s ass. He throws his head back for it, moaning blissfully. What a wonderful way to end this evening. What a perfect way.

He drops on Yoongi after his high died down.

Your whines are instant, “I can’t breathe guys please.”

“Sorry”, Hoseok mumbles, rolling off of Yoongi.

Yoongi merely makes a sound, blowing air onto your neck in a tired sigh. You chuckle, ruffling his hair. He is already a little easier to bear without Hoseok’s extra weight on top of you. In a way, he is nice to have on top. Warm and soft.

“So can I officially say that I ruined The power couple of the supernatural world?” Hoseok breaks the comfortable silence.

You crack up, reaching over to nudge his chest.

“You’re an idiot. Say what you want, it’s honestly not a lie. I feel done.”

“Me too”, Yoongi mumbles into your neck, cuddling closer, “is nice.”

“Yeah, it’s really nice.”

Hoseok smiles, “it is”, he agrees and rolls to his side so he can snuggle into you and Yoongi. He kisses your cheek softly. “I like having you two over. It’s nice.”

“You’re so sweet. We love staying here”, you say and give the bridge of his nose a little kiss, “by the way, you have a really beautiful nose.”

Hoseok meets your gaze, eyes filled with surprise yet warm giddiness.

“I do?”

“Mhm, you do.” You trace it softly, forcing his eyes to close halfway. “It’s so perfect for your face.”

“It is”, Yoongi agrees in a mumble, “is handsome, yeah.”

Hoseok giggles, kicking the sheets and scrunching his eyes giddily, “wow thanks you two”, he gets out, snuggling you and Yoongi aggressively.

You snicker while Yoongi whines about getting the sheets dirty. Which only makes Hoseok snuggle you harder and your laughter grow. Yes, coming over is definitely always worth it.

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doctorjackrose · 1 year ago

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Could I - maybe, possibly - ask about your dw ocs? 👀

(anything you want to share; also if you just want to link me somewhere you have talked about them before I would gladly check that out, too)

Ok, it's taken me for-fucking-ever to answer this ask because I wanted to put my whole pussy into explaining my beloved Selena Ali, but it's finally here.

First, her name is Selena Ali. She's a Punjabi Muslim who lives in London. She works in a shop (like Rose), but her true passion is art, and she has a studio where she works on making all sorts of art.

Second, she has a chronic pain. It's ambiguous (aka I haven't figured out what kind), but she needs either crutches or a cane to move most days. Both of these are red and covered in little white designs she did herself.

Third, she's Martha Jones' girlfriend! At first she was just a "hehe lesbian Martha" sort of character, but now I'm absolutely fucking obsessed with them and their relationship. They're perfect. If anyone would read it, I'd write a whole long fic just about the two of them.

Major points: they kept meeting because Selena kept getting injured and needed Martha to treat her, finally she refused Martha's treatment, Martha was offended, but it was because Selena was like "I don't think I can date my doctor". They do get married.

Do you want to read Marlena fic? Yes you do. Here's the series. The old stuff isn't that good (and I only recently solidified certain pieces of her character), but anything in 2022 and beyond is pretty well written if I do say so myself.

Also, since I've entered her in @doctor-who-oc-tournament, this counts as propaganda. Go vote for her whenever she turns up.

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clonesimpextra · 2 years ago

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I posted 437 times in 2022

That's 437 more posts than 2021!

50 posts created (11%)

387 posts reblogged (89%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@rexxdjarin

@pinkiemme

@baba-fett

@sleepingsun501

@wild-karrde

I tagged 190 of my posts in 2022

#commander wolffe - 64 posts

#wolffe - 27 posts

#commander wolffe x reader - 26 posts

#clone fic - 23 posts

#w: a shattered peace - 20 posts

#jedi oc - 15 posts

#the clone wars - 13 posts

#wolffe x oc - 13 posts

#commander wolffe x oc - 13 posts

#commander wolffe x you - 12 posts

Longest Tag: 82 characters

#and had an excuse not to try really hard to get my art seen by the relevant people

My Top Posts in 2022:

Waking Up

Commander Wolffe x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.3K Rating: Explicit (18+ Only) Summary: You and Wolffe finally get an uninterrupted night together. A/N: I might have some plans to extend the interrupted nights, too. If anyone's interested 👀

Sometimes, when you’re lucky, sex with Wolffe goes uninterrupted.

No comms go off, no one bangs at the door, looking for a person they don’t know isn’t alone. Neither of you have to rush through an orgasm, pull clothes over bodies still sticky with your combined releases . . .

Interrupted moments like those are what you get the most of with Wolffe — in between missions or in the late hours of the night cycle on board some star cruiser on your way to some planet in some far-off sector of the galaxy. You don’t usually have the leisure of time, so you take what you can get and you relish every moment of it.

But always, you want more.

And sometimes, like now, you actually get it.

You get his head between your legs, already pushing you toward yet another orgasm, your fingers holding him as close to your center as possible.

His tongue laps up your juices like he needs your taste in his mouth more than he needs water in his blood. His fingers curl and scissor inside you, searching for the exact spot he knows will have you panting and begging.

And you do.

“Wolffe, please,” you cry, straining to keep your voice quiet even though the pressure creeping up your body makes you feel like you’re actually on fire.

He removes his mouth and you whine — a sound you never make in any situation other than the ones that involve Wolffe and his tongue.

“Please what?” His voice, the cocky bastard, is much more put together than yours and if it weren’t the way your cunt quite literally throbs for him, you’d roll your eyes and maybe even push him off you.

But you need him. You always need him.

“Please don’t stop,” you groan, grabbing hold of his hair again and pushing him back to your leaking cunt.

You feel his lips twitch into a smile as his tongue circles your clit and his fingers pick up their pace. The whole time, he keeps his eyes trained on you.

Soon, the fire creeps back up your stomach, your spine, your very core and you’re close. So close.

“Come on, mesh’la,” his voice vibrates through your pussy. “Come on my tongue.”

Finally, you cave, coming with a sob as he works you through the waves. Smirking, he whispers into your thigh, “that’s my good girl.”

The words alone are almost enough to bring you back to the edge.

But on nights like tonight, after Wolffe’s had his fun, you get to have yours.

You take a moment to enjoy the feel of Wolffe’s stubble against your thighs before you tug on his hair, urging him up to your mouth. “My turn to be in charge,” you whisper.

He has enough time to take in a quick breath before you push him onto his back. Slowly, soaking in the way his eyes are roaming over you in hunger, you swing your legs over his hips and rub your cunt, still wet with your release, up his hard length.

“You can have whatever you want, mesh’la,” he groans, breath quickening when you grab hold of him and line him up. “All you have to do is ask.”

You guide him just barely inside you, smirking when what you swear is a whimper slips out of his mouth. You move your hips, circling his tip with your folds, and he hisses.

“Can I fuck you, Wolffe?” The question comes out on a single breath, betraying your own desperation.

But Wolffe either doesn’t care or is too overwhelmed by his own needs to notice, and he growls around your name, “Maker, yes.”

You slide down on him slowly, enjoying the control even if you’re teasing yourself just as much as you’re teasing him. And oh, you’re teasing him.

The grunts and hisses and barely bitten back swears coming from Wolffe’s mouth are more than worth your self-control. No one else in the galaxy gets to see Commander Wolffe like this, gets to have him writhing underneath them and begging for just a little bit more. This side of the grumpy, burly commander is just for you.

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One Moment More

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Reader Word Count: 830 Rating: Explicit (18+ Only) Summary: You, Wolffe, a mirror and some feels (Wolffe POV) A/N: @sleepingsun501 reminded me that I promised to write this and I'm going to be swamped with work for the next week so here's this! OK BYE!

Wolffe is not an arrogant man.

Usually.

He knows what he is good at. He knows what others are not good at. He uses that knowledge to strategize efficient battle plans and rescue missions.

That is not arrogance.

No matter what some of his brothers might grumble under their breaths when he assigns them to tasks they don’t want to do.

No, Wolffe was not an arrogant man.

But the closest he gets is when he’s fucking you like this.

You, pressed flush against his chest, one hand reaching back to grip his hair while the other clings to the arm across your chest.

You, trying desperately to silence your moans as he presses deeper into the tight warmth of your pussy but failing miserably.

You, staring up at the ceiling in what Wolffe can only assume is an attempt to avoid seeing yourself on display in the reflection of the mirror in front of you.

Wolffe’s not arrogant, no, but he is proud. And he won’t have you being anything but. Not when you're in his arms and moaning his name.

Gripping tighter to both your hip and the breast currently engulfed in his hand, Wolffe nudges his nose against your ear, his tongue chasing a bead of sweat down your neck. His gaze never straying from your reflection.

“Eyes on us, mesh’la,” he whispers, urging his words and his breath to soak deep and mark you where he can’t.

Your lashes flutter, eyelids drooping so you can pretend to look where he wants you. Wolffe grips your breast harder, fingers pinching the nipple just tightly enough that your cunt squeezes around his cock in answer and he’s moaning right along side you.

Shanking his head, pushing aside the pleasure for the time being, Wolffe lets go of your breast, ignores your whine at the absence of pressure, and traces his hand up your neck until he’s lightly gripping your chin. With a tug and a nudge, now he has you right where he wants you. He smirks at you in the mirror, ignoring your glare.

“I want you to see everything I do to you,” he says, out loud. No whispering or hiding. No pretending that either of you are here for anything other than to see, actually see, how well you can unravel one another.

Wolffe allows just enough time to see the widening of your eyes. To feel the bob of your throat under his hand as you swallow. To swear as your cunt squeezes even tighter around him. A moment to soak it all in, let it fill his ego just a bit.

If he allows himself more than that moment, he knows he’ll think too much about the way the light in your office illuminates your brown irises perfectly. About how the shape of your curves fit perfectly against his hips, his stomach, his entire fucking body. About how the sight of you in that mirror, all of you on display for him, for yourself, for both of you together, could be enough to end him then and there if he was a weaker man.

And maybe he is a weaker man, because suddenly he has to bite his tongue until he tastes blood in order to stop from coming when you let out the sweetest sigh he thinks he’s ever heard. It’s not impatient, not angry — he knows those sounds perfectly well coming from you, thank you very much. No, if Wolffe had to guess, had to bet his life, he’d say that sigh was one of content. Of happiness, even?

He breathes it in.

And then he’s pulling out. Slowly. So slowly he has to grit his teeth to stop himself from ramming into you faster and harder and ruining his plans. Because Wolffe wants to take his time. He wants to watch you watch him pick you apart piece by aching piece every bit as much as he wants to feel you fall apart against him.

When he’s all the way out, the tip of his cock tracing the lines of your pussy, your voice begging him to do something, Wolffe catches your gaze in the mirror. He raises an eyebrow. You stop begging, just for a moment, and nod, a slight smile tugging at your lips that’s soon echoed on his own. He bends closer to your ear.

“Let’s see,” he runs the head of his cock over your clit, grips you tighter as you shiver against him.

“What all,” he lines himself up with your entrance, hand soothing over the bruises already forming on your hips.

“I can make you scream tonight,” he rams home in a single stroke.

Wolffe is not an arrogant man.

He knows what you want. He knows what he can do. He knows, just as surely as he knows that he’ll never look at another woman in quite the same way he’s looking at your reflection now, that he would give you whatever you wanted just to keep you watching him one moment more.

That’s not arrogance.

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127 notes - Posted November 14, 2022

Needs and Wants

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Reader Word Count: 833 Rating: Explicit (18+ Only) Summary: You and Wolffe enjoy a brief moment of pleasure before being interrupted. A/N: Slowly warming up to writing more steamy scenes with Wolffe before I get to it in my multi-chapter, slow burn fic, A Shattered Peace. Also trying to get more comfortable with writing xReader. Enjoy!

“We’ve really got to stop doing this.”

Wolffe huffs out a laugh. “That’s not what you were saying a few minutes ago, mesh’la.”

You roll your eyes, unable to keep your lips from quirking up slightly. “You know what I mean, smart ass.”

Wolffe turns to his side to face you, head propped up on his hand, “I don’t actually.”

When you glare over at him, he continues. “There’s nothing wrong with what we’re doing. It’s just sex. We both know that.”

You bit your lip and look just over Wolffe’s head at the durasteel wall of your quarters on the Triumphant. That’s the problem, you think, it’s not just sex to me. Not anymore.

But you can’t say that because there are rules to this. There are agreements the two of you made months ago when you started using each other for stress relief and rare, brief moments of pleasure amidst a war that took and took and took.

You had both needed it then.

But you weren’t quite sure when your need for Wolffe’s body had turned into want for his entire self.

You only knew that lately, when you looked into his warm golden eyes as he pushed himself further inside you, reaching depths you’d never manage on your own, your mind, instead of emptying into pure bliss, filled with thoughts and feelings you didn’t know what to do with.

Maybe. Maybe if you were just a regular person, one of the people the boys always talked about at 79s, you could give in to that want.

But you’re a Jedi. Wolffe is your co-commander. And you are both responsible for far more than your own lives.

Neither of you have the luxury of giving in to your wants. Only your needs.

Or at least, that’s how you’ve continued to excuse every moment spent with Wolffe’s cock deep in your body, filling you better than anyone ever could.

Or his tongue circling your clit, pulling sounds from you that you didn’t know you could make.

Or his teeth on your body, marking you in places no one but he could see.

Or his arm across your breasts, holding you up against chest, all but growling in your ear about how good you felt, how good he was going to make you feel, as he pounded into you with the determination of a man who knew he’d get what he wanted.

Was this all he wanted?

You feel Wolffe’s eyes on you now and you know you’re taking too long to respond. Any moment one of your comms will go off, Master Plo or someone else calling you both back to a reality that has everything to do with your upcoming mission to Khorm and nothing to do with the way your heart pounds under your co-commander's gaze.

You don’t have time for this.

So you do what you know how to do best: you push everything back into the corner of your mind until you can pretend that you’re letting it go.

You smirk at Wolffe and lean closer to his face, your breath a whisper against his mouth. “Want to remind me of that?”

You don’t have time. You both know you don’t have time. But that doesn’t stop the barely audible groan from Wolffe’s chest, or the twitching of his cock when you ghost your hand up his length.

Just as you’re about to throw caution to the wind and duck your head down past his stomach to see just how fast you can get him hard again, the shrill sound of your comms pierce the room.

Wolffe does groan loudly then, annoyed as his head falls back against the pillow.

You laugh and pat his stomach, eyeing his hardening length. “Looks like this is gonna be painful for you, Commander. Sorry I can’t help you out. Again.”

Wolffe scoffs and looks down at you, ignoring the beep of the comms. “Pretty sure it was me helping you, Commander.”

You shrug and climb over him, grinning at the hiss that leaves his mouth when your leg brushes against him. “Either way. I’m not the one who has to stuff that under a cod-piece.”

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138 notes - Posted June 11, 2022

Wolffe chat in the discord and @rexxdjarin saying Rex would want you to keep quiet when going at it in the barracks made ME think about how Wolffe . . . just wouldn’t care. More than that, he’d want you to make noise.

Wolffe likes knowing that his men can hear what he’s doing to you - it’s just another way to mark you with everything that’s him.

So when you try to stifle a moan, try to bite down on your hand or a pillow, Wolffe’s not having any of that. He pulls you up against his chest, wraps an arm across your breasts, trapping your arm there too to keep your hand away from your mouth, and growls in your ear “You wanna fuck in my barracks, we’re gonna fuck how I want to. And I want you loud.”

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Locked Doors

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Reader Word Count: 2.7K Rating: Explicit (18+ Only) Summary: You and Wolffe get caught, but Wolffe doesn't want you to be quiet. A/N: A one-shot based off of this earlier post. More light-hearted than my usual as I try to expand my horizons LOL

“Did you hear that?”

You reach your hand back to cover Wolffe’s on your hip, pausing his thrusts, and try to bite back a whimper at the sudden lack of friction.

Behind you, Wolffe growls, deep in his chest, and you swear you can feel the vibrations all the way down to your pussy.

“I didn’t hear anything,” he bites out.

By the sound of his voice, you know that if you look at him now, you’ll see a scowl across his too handsome face — eyebrows scrunched, lips pressed together in a thin line. Maybe even an eye roll added in for fun.

But you keep your eyes trained on the door to his barracks office because you know you heard something. The shuffle of feet, a silent-to-everyone-but-a-Jedi cough.

“Wolffe, I— oh, fuck!”

He interrupts you with a swivel of his hips and you don’t have time to cover your mouth or bite your lip, which you really should have done because there is definitely someone outside that door right now.

You grip the edge of the desk Wolffe has you bent over and shoot a glare back at him. He smirks, the crinkles at the corners of his eyes deepening when three distinct knocks echo through the room.

You feel your eyes widen at the same time Wolffe tightens his hold on your hair and pulls you flush against his chest. The change in position has his cock moving roughly against the walls of your cunt and you have to force down another moan.

“What the fuck, Wolffe?” you pant as he lets go of your hair and trails his hand along the edges of your neck and shoulder.

“The door’s locked, mesh’la,” he whispers into your ear, his breath soaking into your skin and adding to your already ramped up desire. “Whoever’s out there can stay there. You can stay right here. And I can answer his questions just,” he pulls out of you almost completely.

“Like,” he circles a nipple with a thumb while his other hand squeezes your hip.

“This,” he slams back into you and you cover your mouth, trying to muffle a shout at the feel of every inch of his cock so deep in you so quickly.

Wolffe doesn’t give you time to recover before the hand covering your breast moves up your body, fingers circling around your wrist and pulling your hand away from your mouth.

“None of this, though, love,” he presses a kiss into your shoulder. “You want to fuck in my barracks, we’re gonna fuck how I want to. And I want you loud.”

A shiver runs up your spine at his words; there’s tension and anxiety, but also something you hand’t really expected.

Excitement? Curiosity? Desire?

“Let him hear what I do to you.” Wolffe moves his mouth from your shoulder to your neck, nipping at a patch of skin and you close your eyes, still contemplating his proposition.

Your relationship with Wolffe isn’t exactly a secret among the 104th boys. It’s hard to keep anything secret from people you spend so much time around. Especially when you have a tendency to frequent a certain co-commander’s quarters on long war missions.

Aside from a few amused glances (mostly from Boost) or embarrassed smiles (usually from Comet), no one ever says anything, though. At least, not to you. You have no idea what they might say to Wolffe when you’re not around.

Still, as much as you trust the boys, you’ve never done anything like this. Never been loud when you knew for certain they would hear. Never let Wolffe take you knowing there was someone whose view of the two of you was only prevented by a few inches of durasteel. Never had your desire and your passion and your needs so publicly displayed — even if all anyone could do was listen.

You shiver again, a moan creeping up your throat at the realization that you do want this.

You want whoever’s on the other side of that door to know you’re in here. You want them to know that you and Wolffe work just as well together in the bedroom as you do on the field. You want them to know without a shadow of a doubt that you are Wolffe’s and he is yours

With his hand tracing lines down your neck, his breath insistent against your skin, you know that’s what Wolffe wants, too.

Decision made, you turn your head, leaning back slightly so you can catch Wolffe’s eyes. The normally golden hue in the one is blown dark brown, almost black, and you swear the faint electric blue in the other is somehow brighter.

“Give him something to listen to, then,” you say, voice slightly louder than a whisper, “Commander.”

Wolffe’s cock twitches at your words and you gasp, but it’s nothing compared to the near snarl that comes from his mouth as his lips crash into yours for a quick but breathless kiss.

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The results of your mpreg poll was disappointing and sadly not unexpected. I had a feeling the results would reflect how the fandom usually is about Stolas. All attention on him, obviously he's the only one who gets to be preg... it just sucks for Blitzo. Where's the love for Blitzpreg? Hell, where's the love for trans Blitzo? I guess there are more Blitzpreg fics because there's more of a story to tell? But it's strange that there's no art to be found, almost seems to be due to peer pressure?

Also tfw I draw my Stolitz fanchild OC and people immediately assume they came from an egg like the others, because obviously only Stolas could have given birth to them? No?? My fanchild is the result of Blitzpreg, thank you very much. I feel odd about my OC being rounded up with the other fankids under the banner "Stolas's many eggs" because mine didn't come from an egg. I guess I'm taken aback by the automatic assumption. Do I really need to make it clear that I like Blitzpreg?

(These came in one right after the other so I'm pretty sure they're connected, putting my response under the cut bc of some salting 🧂)

I haven't been included in any of those roundups, but I'm not being followed by most of those people, so it's not like it's a slight against me or anything. I can definitely see how that would be frustrating, though, (if anybody did it with Stella I'd be pretty damn annoyed considering her being Blitzo's is kind of the whole point of my fic) and having everyone automatically group it into just eggs from just Stolas, I assume mostly because of Dani is... frustrating, yeah. (I'm not particularly a fan of Dani and have had her muted for something like a year now. This last week has been a very mixed bag of 'I'm glad people are having fun, but ughhhh.') There are other options- even if it wasn't Stolas, both Blitzo and magic are options if it's their bio kid. Magic took a pretty decent second place, after all.

I've puzzled over 'why are there a bunch of fics but I never see it outside of said fics/ao3' a lot- from what I dug up from the older years of the IZ fandom (and this wasn't extensive, by any means- I'm sure plenty of it was lost on old sites) there was a similar divide with Zim/Dib preg content, with Zim getting more fics and Dib getting more art. I think in both HB and IZ, 'there's more of a story to the one that gets the fics' is probably at least part of it, but it was a lot more... idk, even with Zim. Like, I still saw Zim art, and one of the biggest fics had Dib instead, (thanks Zadr Orange, for being incredibly OOC but also helping make me Like This) it was just the balance was slightly tilted towards one of them each way. Here, the fics are roughly 2:1 for Blitzo (although that may change in the coming weeks) but the actual fankids/art tilt way more heavily to Stolas.

I genuinely like the headcanon of trans Blitzo, (and wonder a bit why intersex Fizz is a thing but not any of the other main characters?) and y'all know I like to think of imp sex as a lot looser than it is for humans (and for humans, it's already a whole spectrum!). Plus, having to stick with cloaca 'because he's a bird' when he's a humanoid demon, anything would make sense, and a cloaca isn't actually a pussy, my dude... it's not something that should have really been argued as hard as it was. Sure, transphobic shitheads can choke and I have zero problems with it as a general headcanon/idea, but I've seen people who were told they needed to change their art because they drew Stolas with a dick because they weren't on twitter during the two days the Discourse was raging, like that's not inappropriate in itself.

Anyway. That was kinda off topic. If you want to shoot me a dm or something I'm generally free to chat, I just usually don't want to ruin anybody's fun so I just try and boost up mine and Emmie's Blitzo stuff more, and getting to salt a little was kind of cathartic.

#shut up shadow #eh this goes in there

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redrockbluerock · 3 years ago

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1,3, 8!

Ok this is going under a readmore due to the whole. massive amount of WIPS thing. and this is just the SU ones

1-give short descriptions of all your current WIPs. -(Mega) Pearl AU Meeting Permafusion Mega Pearl- snippets from the moment Star (pink pearl) was damaged in Pink’s outburst, to the end of the war -Amber A fic exploring my oc gem Jackpot Amber- a gem type linked via a hivemind- rebelling and struggling with her newfound individuality -Bispearl Pokemon AU Ex-Steel Gym Leader Pearl Ginkgo is recovering from an accident that left her team scarred and herself unable to look at, let alone battle with Steel type pokemon. -Cometpov fanfic from the perspective of Comet Pearl, and the events that led her to freedom -Corrupted Pearl au Mothhawk (centi/pearl swap au) re-writes of all the centipeetle episodes of su -Deep Diving Pearl and Volley visit the unfinished Earth Reef to see what became of it -Dreams of a Pale Rose ASPR but for the Mothhawk au -Gliding A now healed Lonely makes the best of her corruption scars -greg gets pegged and rose’s pussy gets spun: a love story You know. i wrote this title as a joke and never actually planned on making a fic out of it -Heart Transplant Bismuth follows some local rumors about a beast living in the woods -Hibiscus and Moonblossoms Pearl loves Rose-but Rose’s feelings could never match the depth of her own. Bismuth loves Pearl- but knows her heart belongs to another. Non-fatal Hanahaki Disease -I Don’t Have The Right to Ask Where You Go at Night Supervillain Pearl, Superhero Bismuth. Steven finds out what Pearl’s “Job” entails. -I have no clue Yellow Pearl accidentally puts Pearl back into her gem while learning to fight. Stress baking ensues. -irritation old egg hell fic. Pearl takes a warm bath -Lapis and Pearl (and Garnet) get arrested for streaking exactly what it says on the tin. why did i write this? -Lonely Pearl Sequel A sequel to Not So Lonely Anymore. A pearl’s nickname is the one thing they have. Lonely rediscovers hers. -Memento Mori medival au. A young knight finds the remains of a kingdom long forgotten. -Mint Oil oc stuff. Mint Sapphire cracks her gem. -Moths on Roses Mothhawk Au. Rose reminesces about an old friend. -Not Exactly a Live Stream From possibly the weirdest human au i have- Sapphire livestreams a necroromantic ritual to bring her back to life. -pearl purring sometimes these wips are just what the title is -Pearl stuff bunch of my pearl ocs hangin out. you know -Please Step Up Pearl deals with survivors guilt about being the only gem in her batch to not be shattered. -Rosepearl i dont actually know what my plan for this was its just me playing with phrasing -SU/Skylanders crossover this is me having fun and mushing two of my fixations together. I don’t even know if this has a coherent plot -Sun and Moon Yellow Diamond resets her pearl. Blue pearl risks everything to get the one she loved back -The Roles We Play Hinge Pearl becomes White Spinel. -Zora Pearl drabbles I guess a collection of scenes taking place in the Age of Calamity timeline 3-what makes you love writing? Writing for me is a way to express myself; different than visual art. drawings will have a set way they appear, but the fun in writing is trying to create an image similar to the one in my head also like. its way easier to write a long scene than make it a comic. i’ll do both though and its fun to see what i focus on in each.

8-which of your own projects have shaped your writing the most? in what way? I think collectively it would be something i’ve been calling A Slice of Curiosity Really Makes You Think. Ive lost the original drafts years ago but it was inspired by House of Leaves- at least formatting wise. One character used first person perspective compared to most using 3rd person, wanting to look for the right words to describe really specific things and have them sound right, color coding things within the text. While I usually don’t push it as far as ASoCRMYT did, i still like messing around with formatting- bolding italics and font changes to show voice effects, a few fics where all the dialog is in rhyme, pronoun usage depending on whose in the scene... Its So Fun!

#writing ask meme

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Mel Albright

Self proclaimed useless stoner with an explosive personality

full name: Melanie Rose Albright

fandom: Misfits

face claim: Elise Eberle

voice claim: Jess Glynne

gender: cis-female

sexuality: bisexual

pronouns: she/her

birthday: 18 September 1989

ennegram: 4

meyers-briggs: INFP

main fic | art done by @jozstanko-art & @applefuell |

MORALS

morality alignment: chaotic good

sins: lust / greed / gluttony / sloth / pride / envy / wrath

virtues: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice

TH I S-O R -THAT

introvert / extrovert

organized / disorganized

close minded / open minded

calm / anxious

disagreeable / agreeable (depends on the day)

cautious / reckless

patient / impatient

optimistic / pessimistic

hard working / lazy

outspoken / reserved (depends on how drunk, high, angry she is, and the company she's with)

leader / follower

empathetic / unempathetic

traditional / modern

OTH ERS

family: Judith Graham (mother), Peter

Albright (father, deceased), George Owen (her mother's first husband (married: 1997-2002)), only man besides Pete & Nathan that she's ever trusted)

birthplace: London

job: chip shop cashier, fry cook

phobias: becoming like her parents (specifically her mum), being judged, the dark

guilty pleasures: taking care of others, taking the piss out of Nathan, eating an entire bag of haribo in one sitting, Britney Spears (she's very serious about her music, would never admit to that one)

hobbies: working, fucking, recreational drug use, watching the same films over and over

OC INTERVIEW

name ➔ Mel. Or Melanie. Or Melly Rose if you're the tattoo on my dad's knuckles. But he's dead now so I guess Mel works. Damn, that got depressing.

are you single ➔ Not anymore

are you happy ➔ 'long as I'm with him.

are you angry ➔ always.

are your parents still married ➔ [incoherent laughing for two minutes straight] When they call me a bastard, they ain't just talkin' bout how I act.

NINE FACTS

birthplace ➔ London. But the shitty parts.

hair color ➔ Brown? Ginger? Somewhere between? I'd like to dye it again sometime.

eye color ➔ Nathan says they're hazel, but I think he just likes it when he have things in common. I say they're brown.

mood ➔ kind of horny. Not for you, obviously.

gender ➔ f (my life)

summer or winter ➔ england's weather is shit no matter what time of year it is.

morning or afternoon ➔ I like watching the sunrise after staying up all night.

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

are you in love ➔ be easier to tell if anyone had ever loved me before, but I think so, yeah.

do you believe in love at first sight ➔ I believe in lust at first sight. Sure, the heart wants what the heart wants, but so does the pussy.

who ended your last relationship ➔ don't know if I've ever even been in a proper relationship til now.

have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ don't think so, but I've broken someone's nose; does that count?

are you afraid of commitments ➔ no, but commitments are afraid of me.

have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ I've hugged someone within the last hour.

have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ I wouldn't know if it were a secret now would I??

have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ probably. I used to get my hopes up. Don't do that shit anymore.

SIX CHOICES

love or lust ➔ used to think love didn't exist. but now I'm not so sure.

lemonade or iced tea ➔ you put ice in your tea?

cats or dogs ➔ I miss my cat, but honestly, sheep. I miss those fucking bastards more than anything. I'd love to live on a farm again.

a few best friends or many regular friends ➔ best friends. I tried the whole "fitting in" thing when we first moved to Wertham. It wasn't for me. Mates gotta be like family. Specially when they're all you've got.

wild night out or romantic night in ➔ my party days are over for the most part.

day or night ➔ prefer day if I'm walking to work and back.

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

been caught sneaking out ➔ what a concept. No, but I caught my mum sneaking out once. That was… different.

fallen down/up the stairs ➔ always.

wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ definitely. being let down is the fucking worst.

wanted to disappear ➔ yes.

FOUR PREFERENCES

smile or eyes ➔ like in a jar? Or?

shorter or taller ➔ don't have a preference.

intelligence or attraction ➔ brains and looks ain't everything. you gotta have a good heart and a good sense of humor.

hook-up or relationship ➔ relationship. I like what I have right now.

FAMILY

do you and your family get along ➔ my family or the woman that give birth to me that I lived with for nineteen years? Mates is family. Gran on dad's side and all her spawns are fun to be around, but y'know mum made sure I found out I wasn't biologically related to them either. So short answer: it's complicated.

would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ I used to mope around about how fucked up things are, but I didn't want to spend my whole life thinking like a victim. So yeah, probably, but everything happens for a reason, right?

have you ever ran away from home ➔ didn't last long. Didn't trust mum to feed my cat, and he really didn't like the leash. Too bad he passed away before it could've been just the two of us. Nathan reminds me of a cat sometimes though. I've always loved taking in strays.

have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ no lmao

FRIENDS

do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ I don't do that petty shit anymore. If I hate you, you aren't my friend.

who is your best friend ➔ the arsehole I share a bed with

who knows everything about you ➔ some wanker I live with called Nathan.

_____

#oc; melanie albright

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Soul to Souls - Ten

Warnings: Angst, flangst, blow job, fingering...so much sex,

Summary: Since she was four years old, Annaleigh has seen the same boy in her dreams. For twenty-five years, she grows to love the boy that has now turned into a man. Dean Winchester just lost the only family he has ever known. The guilt drives him to work harder than ever before. He works to forget the pain, until he meets Annaleigh and she turns his world upside down. What she learns changes both of their lives forever, but what will he do when he discovers the truth? Will he accept it or run back to the only life he has ever known?

Pairing: Dean x OC Annaleigh

Word Count: 2349

Beta’d by: @amanda-teaches��, @katehuntington, thank you both for being my guides! Dividers and new cover art by the amazingly talented @talesmaniac89.

A/N: This was my very first series I ever wrote four years ago in September 2016 and I am so happy and proud to bring this back home. We’re halfway there folks, but we’ve barely gotten started!

Soul to Souls Master List

Annaleigh couldn’t take his demeaning attitude one more minute. Sam had pushed her too far this time. “No, Sam, I didn’t tell him jack shit. I thought it was your job as his brother to tell him the truth at last,” Annaleigh spat back with just as much attitude, and she had more where that came from, as she walked out of the room. She called back to Bobby over her shoulder. “I can’t be here right now, Bobby. Call me when dinner is ready, please.”

She grabbed her phone out of her pocket and dialed Dean, hoping he would pick up. Finally, after what felt like forever, he answered. “Dean! Where are you? Please come back,” she pleaded with him.

“Way ahead of you, Red. I’m about 5 minutes out,” Dean’s voice was thick with the emotions he was trying to hide. “I’m sorry I took off like that. I just needed to clear my head, you know?”

“I love you, Baby, just come home,” Anna told him before she disconnected. She waited on the porch for him and rushed down to greet him when he pulled up, throwing herself into his arms.

“Whoa!” He exclaimed as he took a step back, trying to keep his balance before they both went crashing to the ground.

Anna grabbed his hand and led him back out to the shop, where Bobby and Sam wouldn’t be able to see them from the house. Driven by some force inside her, she pushed him back against the workbench, suddenly not able to keep her hands off of him. Maybe it was the confrontation with Sam, maybe it was the realization that Dean could have just left, but didn’t. He came back, and - to her - it spoke volumes.

Craving all of him, Annaleigh couldn’t get it fast enough. She crashed her mouth to his as she ran one hand up his neck and the other gripped his shirt, pulling him to her. The kiss was fast and needy. She pulled away abruptly, dropping to her knees on the dirty shop floor, and opened his belt. Running her fingers along the waistband of his jeans, with one swift motion, she pulled them down to his ankles along with his boxers, his semi-hard length bobbing right in front of her eyes. She breathed in his scent deeply as she regarded him. God, he truly was beautiful, inside and out. Right now, she just wanted him in her, to feel whole with him once more. Slowly, she wrapped her small hand around his girth, pumping him a few times and, with another breath, swallowed as much as she could.

“Oh fuck, Red,” his voice, thick and gravely, trailed off as he growled. She continued working him over with her tongue and lips until he reached under her arms and pulled her up his long, hard body, his lips meeting hers, and moaned as he tasted himself on her tongue. “Not that I don’t love that, but I gotta be inside you.”

He continued his domination over her mouth as his hands worked to free her of her clothing. Dean decided he had removed enough for what he needed access to and grabbed her ass, hoisting her up. Wrapping her legs around his waist, he felt the wet heat of her pressed against him. He realized when he drove away after his confrontation with his brother, that all he really wanted was her, all of her.

He shuffled forward until her back hit the cold steel of the old van and, with one quick thrust, he entered her, filling her completely. His mouth left a blazing trail down her neck as he began to massage one breast, teasing and pulling her nipple while keeping his balance, his palm against the van, fingers outstretched.

She held onto his strong shoulders for dear life as his hips continued their assault on hers. “Oh, God, yes! Right there, Dean,” she moaned into his neck. “Oh, Baby, faster, please, I need you.”

His hand slipped from the side of the vehicle, allowing him to grab both of her hips with bruising force, leveraging their combined momentum to keep them upright. A slight shift in position was all it took for him to hit that sweet spot deep inside her, and in just a few more thrusts of his hips, she was coming all over him. Never slowing his movements, the fluttering of her tight channel triggered his own release he spilled into her.

His breath was hot and heavy on her neck as he fought for air, and Anna swore for a minute that she heard him whisper he loved her. She leaned her head into his, relishing the feel of his skin on her, the pounding of his heart, matched with hers. The echo of Bobby’s voice pierced their bubble.

“Dinner’s ready, kids! Get yer asses in the house!” he yelled, but not close enough that he would catch them with their pants down, literally.

Anna laughed out loud as Dean put her down, kissing her once more. “God, I needed that,” they spoke at the same time, making them both chuckle. They quickly pulled themselves together, cleaning up as best they could, and walked back to the house for dinner with their arms around each other.

Sam saw them enter the kitchen first as he filled his bowl with chili. “You smell like sex,” he spat out.

“Gee, Sammy, you sound jealous!” Dean teased.

Annaleigh brushed past the boys to the stove to serve herself and Dean. After sitting down, she gave in to her hunger now that she was feeling better, and devoured two bowls along with a couple chunks of cornbread. After clearing the table, she started rummaging through the cupboards for dessert.

“What are you looking for, Red?” Dean asked as he wrapped her up in his arms from behind.

“Dessert. Chocolate; preferably hot fudge. Oh, and brownies! With ice cream,” she pondered aloud, continuing her search but coming up empty handed.

“Oh, is that all?” Dean gave a full belly laugh throwing his head backwards, bowing his back in just the right way, she felt his delicious cock as it pressed perfectly against her ass.

“Come on, you are taking me to get all of that. Right now,” she said to him and gave a little wiggle of her hips to enforce her words.

Dean swallowed loudly. “Um, yeah, o-okay. So, yeah, ice cream, brownies, hot fudge. Copy that.” He reached for his keys and they were out the door, running for the Impala as fast as their legs would carry them.

“Are you freaking serious, Honey?” he asked, raising one eyebrow as he started Baby.

“Yes, Dean. I am very serious.” The rumble of her idling engine was making Anna want more, the feeling heady between her legs, then Dean took off and it got worse, or better; she couldn’t decide.

“What has gotten into you today? Not that I am complaining, as I am clearly benefiting from your extreme horniness. But what gives, Red?” he asked, trying not to laugh as he continued driving.

“I feel better than I have all day. And, I can never get enough of you, Dean, you know that.” She slid over in the seat to be closer to him, to feel him next to her, to feel his heat seep into her skin where it met.

Annaleigh leaned in and started kissing his cheek, running her tongue over his jaw and down his neck, stopping only to suck on that one spot she knew would get the reaction she was looking for.

He moaned out a breath. “You know you could get us killed doing sexy shit like that while I’m driving?”

She slid away from him and pulled her shirt over her head. That was all the motivation he needed to pull off the main road and find a secluded spot. He put the car in park and launched himself at her, pushing her down onto the seat.

He immediately attached his mouth to her breast and the already pert nipple, while his hands made quick work of removing her pants and tossing them somewhere in the back seat.

“Oh yeah, Dean --” she whispered as she ran one hand through his hair, her other guiding his own that was slowly starting its ministrations between her legs. “- uhhhm, oh God, please, Baby. I need more.”

His mouth left her breast and trailed down her belly towards its final destination, where he whispered into her skin. “Tell me what you want, Red. Tell me how to make you feel good.”

“I want all of you. I need your tongue on me; I need your fingers in me. Dean, just do it, now. Please don’t make me beg,” she moaned, knowing she already sounded desperate for him.

He locked his eyes on hers as he sunk two fingers into her soaking pussy and ran the flat of his tongue from bottom to top, stopping to flick the tip over her clit before starting over again.

Anna writhed beneath him, arching her back, hopelessly seeking more. She placed one foot on the floor board and the other across the back of the seat to give him ample room to work her over. She couldn’t ever remember a time when she has been this needy before, taking him or being taken by him three times in less than twenty-four hours. When she said she couldn’t get enough right now, she meant it.

He felt her peaking and he moved faster, both his tongue and his fingers, now three deep inside of her, pumping in and out, curling on return. Her vision started getting blurry and her toes curled. The orgasm ripped through her so hard, she clenched her thighs together, trapping his head between them; she was surprised he could breathe. He just kept working her through her high, until she released her hold on his head and neck.

Anna reached down, grabbing his face and bringing it to hers for a deep kiss, her tang coating his tongue and lips. That was it for her, she lost what little control she had been clinging to. She grabbed him by the belt as he positioned himself upright in the seat. She didn’t even wait for him to completely remove his pants; throwing a leg over him and with one hand guiding him, she sank down on his rock hard member, impaling herself and screaming out with the pleasure it brought.

With his mouth on hers and the help of his hands on her hips, Anna rode him hard, bouncing up and down on his thick length until she hit her head on the roof of the car. Even then, it didn’t slow her down; she just tucked her face into his neck and kept going.

“Come with me, Baby. I am so close; I want to feel you,” she panted into his neck. She changed her rhythm, rolling her hips so that her clit was rubbing against his pubic bone and she felt that familiar coil twisting and tightening, with every roll. Dean dug his fingers into her hips and they both knew there would be bruises later. He was right on the edge with her.

“I’m right there, Honey. Just. One. More.” Their hips rocked against each other until finally the coils snapped, screaming the other's name as they came together.

They stayed like that, breathing heavily until they could see straight again. Annaleigh felt him start to go soft and she gingerly rolled off him and back into her seat. Dean pulled some napkins from the glove box and cleaned them both up. Satisfied they would pass as presentable in public, he kissed her gently.

“I don’t know if you heard me earlier, but...” his voice broke as his forest colored eyes stared into her sapphire ones. “I love you, Annaleigh.”

Her heart burst into a million pieces, but felt whole all at once, as she took in the look of admiration, of love, knowing it now reflected her own. As much as she wanted to reaffirm her love for him, she knew he hadn’t finished his sentiment.

“I know this morning I said I didn’t know what it was that I was feeling, just that it ran deep. Then, after the blowout with Sammy and I took off, that’s when it hit me head on. I knew what I needed to feel better, to feel whole, and it was you. Once I realized it, I couldn’t get back to you fast enough.”

“Dean,” she murmured softly as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I thought you did, and I am so happy to hear you say it, but I didn’t want to push you. I love you so much; you make me so happy.” She kissed him again, this one filled with more tenderness and love, less want and need, than the others they had shared today.

“Now can you do me a favor, my love?” she asked him.

“I will do anything for you, Red. You know that,” he answered quickly.

“Will you please find my pants and panties, then take me to get brownies and ice cream with hot fudge?” She couldn’t help but laugh.

He laughed right along with her. “Anything for you, my Queen. I am but your humble servant. Your wish is my command.” He bowed at the waist, as much as he could in the front seat of his beloved car while naked.

“My very own servant!” Annaleigh joked.

“I’d like to think of myself as more of a love slave,” Dean shrugged, throwing her clothes at her.

After so much had been said, they dressed quietly, exchanging glances at each other as more skin was covered up. Baby’s engine roared to life and Annaleigh couldn’t disguise her elation as she entwined her fingers with Dean’s. The atmosphere in the car had shifted from heated, filled with lust, to satisfied and filled with more love than she could have ever hoped for.

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#dean x annaleigh #dean winchester x ofc #dean x ofc #dean winchester angst #dean winchester fluff #dean winchester smut

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desiraypark · 4 years ago

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Drawing the Line (Pt. II)

PART I Characters: Kylo Ren x Tiffany Palmer (OC, Blk/F) Setting: Modern/Current Universe - comparable to an urban area in present-day U.S.A. Content: Infidelity; a little pushiness? Lust/lust-driven relationship; quick smut near the end. | The Ren House Word Count: 1,810

AUTUMN 2014

“We haven’t changed the colors or done much repainting, and I have no intention of doing so. I love the house as it is. But as for the furniture, in here, I want something fancy and vintage, but not super ornate. None of that Jetsons, space age shit. I’m talking Gibson girl era. No...flapper era...”

“Art deco,” Kylo chimed in.

Chelsea Ren whirled around and glanced at her tattooed husband. He shrugged at her. He was leaning against the pillar of the entryway, watching Chelsea and the interior decorator observe the living room. Well, he was watching the interior decorator. Tiffany Palmer.

As soon as stepped into the house, he soaked every inch of her in--her painted face, the curly ponytail down her back. She wore a sweater dress that clung to every curve of her body. And every time she walked by, he quietly breathed in her scent--floral, with a hint of fruit.

“That actually sounds perfect, Mrs. Ren,” she said. She looked up at the ceiling, then back down at the floor. “Intricate, unique lines, but plenty of pieces with solid colors.

Chelsea nodded. “I’m going to be honest with you Ms. Palmer, I have no clue what the fuck art decor is.”

“Art deco,” Kylo corrected.

“Honey, why don’t you go look around at the rest of the house. See what other ideas you can come up with?” Chelsea said.

“Why the fuck am I here if you don’t want my opinion?” Kylo asked.

Tiffany swallowed and unwittingly began backing into the corner of the living room.

“I want your opinion. But only when I ask for it,” she said.

“Fuck you,” Kylo said with a scoff. He walked out of the kitchen and completely out of the house. Chelsea smiled at Tiffany, whose eyebrows were raised. Then, she rubbed her full belly.

“The only thing he’s done is spit a fucking teaspoon of semen in my cunt and been a complete dick about it. Now he wants to be involved in things,” she said, rolling her eyes.

Tiffany walked back to Chelsea’s side. “Maybe he’s trying to do better, Mrs. Ren. Art deco living room, arts and craft style dining area. He has some good ideas.”

“Yeah, I suppose so,” Chelsea said.

____________________

DECEMBER 2014

“Good morning, Ms. Palmer!”

“Good morning, Grace!”

“These flowers are for you!” Grace, the receptionist said. She held up a large bouquet of red and white roses that had sprigs of holly sticking out.

“Oh, this is gorgeous,” Tiffany said.

“Isn’t it?” Grace asked. “You must have made them super happy.” “I hope so,” Tiffany said, smiling. She grabbed the bouquet, winked at Grace, and went into her office with it.

Tiffany got gifts from clients all of the time--bottles of wine, flowers, chocolates, etc. She put the bouquet on her credenza and grabbed the envelope. “K. Ren” it said on the front. An eyebrow quirked--the Rens had already sent her a box of gourmet chocolates and a Christmas card for decorating their living room, dining room, and entertainment space. She sat in her chair and opened the card to beautiful cursive handwriting.

“Gifting beautiful flowers to a beautiful, gracious, and understanding woman. Thank you for listening to me. Have a happy holiday.”

Tiffany had caught Mr. Ren’s glances and stares whenever she met with him and Mrs. Ren. It also didn’t take her long to realize what kind of clients she was working for--two spoiled people who somehow wound up in a relationship. Both control freaks who didn’t like hearing the word “no”. Her bratty, him hot-headed. But of course, she leaned more towards Mrs. Ren’s side. Even if she was bitchy, no amount of bitchiness justified looking your interior decorator up and down every chance you got...

...and even if Tiffany did go home and finger herself, imagining Mr. Ren on top of her, it still didn’t justify his flirty glances.

And it certainly didn’t justify these flowers.

Tiffany tossed the card in one of her desk drawers and started on some paperwork. Just as she was about to head out and grab lunch, her phone rang. She sighed but answered it anyway--praying the conversation wouldn’t be a long one.

“Cannon Street Design Firm, this is Tiffany Palmer speaking,” she said.

“Ms. Palmer, this is Kylo Ren,” a baritone voice said on the other end. The sound made her shudder a bit.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Ren,” Tiffany responded. “I received your flowers, thank you very much.”

“You’re welcome, Ms. Palmer. I meant every word that I said in that card. Thank you for listening to my ideas. You executed everything beautifully…”

Tiffany looked at the time on her computer. “I appreciate it, Mr. Ren. I’m glad you and Mrs. Ren like the results.”

“You can call me Kylo, Ms. Palmer,” he said.

“You know what, Mr. Ren, I actually can’t,” she said, voice firm. “I don’t know what’s happening right now but it’s very inappropriate. And I have a mind to call your wife right now and ask her if she knows about this extra gift.”

She heard a deep, short chuckle on the other end. “I wouldn’t give a fuck, Ms. Palmer.”

“Well, that’s unfortunate,” Tiffany said. She hung up the phone and rose again to head out for lunch, but stopped when she got to the door. Instead of walking through, she closed and locked it and sat back down at her desk. Then, she lifted her skirt, opened her legs, pulled her panties to the side, and licked the pads of her fingers...

____________________

TWO YEARS LATER

“...but anyway, thank you all so much for another year of great service and for providing our clients with great experiences.”

Adelle raised her glass of champagne, and the staff of Cannon Street Design did the same. They clinked their glasses together and sipped the beverage down, and right on cue, servers came through with their holiday meal.

“I’ll be right back,” Tiffany said, getting up from the table. As she made her way to the restroom, she noticed a familiar figure face sitting at the bar. Mr. Ren--with a woman who wasn’t his wife. Tiffany scoffed, shook her head, and went into the ladies’ restroom. When she came out, Kylo was standing in the short hallway where the restrooms were tucked away.

He looked...different. A little bulkier than the last time she’d seen him. His hair now stopped just above his shoulders and he had a goatee.

“Good evening, Ms. Palmer,” he said.

Tiffany rolled her eyes. “That’s not your wife out there.”

Kylo looked over his shoulder and back at Tiffany. “It’s not. Chelsea and I are separated.”

I wonder why, Tiffany thought to herself.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” she said. “Enjoy your evening.”

Tiffany started to walk around Kylo, but he stepped in front of her. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you, Ms. Palmer.”

“Mr. Ren…you knew me for like...a month. If that…”

“And that entire month, I wished I was decorating a home with you and not Chelsea…”

Tiffany stared at him with a dropped jaw. “This is insane, Mr. Ren.” She tried to step around him again, but he blocked her.

“Almost as insane as that time we came by the house and I touched the small of your back...and you had to run to the bathroom to play with your fucking pussy...” he said.

Tiffany’s eyes widened, and she swallowed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mr. Ren...”

Kylo chuckled, “Oh, yes you do.” He stepped closer to her. “I know what a woman looks like after she’s come hard.”

Tiffany looked away and took a deep breath. “Even so, Mr. Ren. We’ve both done some inappropriate things, and should leave them in the past.”

Tiffany finally got around him.

“I’m taking my date home, soon,” he said. Tiffany glanced over her shoulder.

“And?”

“I’m staying at the Alderaan Hotel. Room 610. I’d like to be in the presence of a real woman tonight.”

Tiffany scoffed, rolled her eyes, and walked back to the table...

...her clit throbbing the whole way.

She ate dinner with her co-workers and was prepared to take the train home. But Kylo’s voice echoed in her brain. His scent was still in her nose. The sight of him--so big and tall--was etched into her brain. She stood outside of the restaurant and ordered a Lyft to take her to the Alderaan Hotel.

____________________

“Fuck…” Kylo and Tiffany said at the same time. He held on to her thighs as he plunged deeper into her--so hot and wet.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he said, leaning down and kissing her on the neck. He found the perfect rhythm that sent Tiffany’s legs around his waist and her hands around his neck. “I’ve wanted you all this time. All this fucking time...”

Tiffany’s nails pressed into his back. He was too thick; felt too painful, felt too good.

“Really, Kylo?” she asked. She bit her lip as he pressed deeper. “Fuck!”

“Yes, really. I’ve thought about you every day. Every fucking night...” he grabbed her breasts and gave her a kiss so passionate that he almost pulled her entire mouth into his.

They licked and sucked and ground into each other for what felt like hours--melding their bodies and intertwining their souls. Tiffany didn’t want to believe that this man had fallen so deeply in love with her in such a short time, but he made love to her like she was his, and he was hers. He said all the right things that she didn’t want to trust, but he held her chin and made her stare into his eyes--forcing her to stare into his sincere soul.

He wanted her, and as wrong as it felt, she wanted him, too. She always did.

All was well for a few weeks. So passionate, so loving, so quick. He took her out to dinner and to all of the high end stores in the city. Suddenly, he became distant. He didn’t answer her calls or her texts for about three days. One morning, he called and asked to meet her for lunch. He told her that him and Chelsea were back together--for Kylo’s family had threatened him with a bad time if he jeopardized their lucrative business with Chelsea’s family.

But the same evening he broke the news, he showed up at her place with gifts. He confessed that no one ever made him feel important--like his opinion was worth taking into consideration. She made him feel like more than just Michael Ren’s big, reckless, raven-haired son--the son that everyone questioned...

In exchange for his material tokens, promises of security, and many orgasm-filled nights, Tiffany gave Kylo Ren her heart, her mind, and her body...

...when he texted her and said that he was available to receive them...

#drawing the line

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jaces-senseless-fuckery · 5 years ago

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Strange Seeds

///Hey everyone! I made this story as a request for a friend, after he was able to get some lewd art for my OCs Ebony and Sakura drawn by Zronku! This is based on one of Zronku's drawings, and I hope you enjoy///

Contains: Tentacle vines

Word count: 2008

"Ruby, why did you insist on buying those pumpkin seeds?" Weiss asked her girlfriend, still trying to wrap her head around the decision, "They don't seem right. And that woman you bought them from seemed... strange."

"That just means they're special!" Ruby replied with a big grin as she held the small baggie filled with seeds.

Weiss facepalmed. "They're literally glowing with some weird green energy..."

Ruby looked at the bag and saw the faint green glow coming from it. "Pfft, it'll be fine!" She assured the heiress confidently, "Green usually means good, right?"

"I'm... very sure that doesn't apply to glowing seeds, Ruby."

"You worry too much, Weisscream!"

The two took the seeds home and the whole way there, Weiss was still trying to figure out why Ruby bought the seeds. Something wasn't right about them but she couldn't place it, and Ruby just wouldn't listen so she was forced to go with it for now. And the woman Ruby bought them only just said "Have fuuuun~" when the exchange was made. She sounded extremely relaxed and honestly very high, if Weiss was being honest. They eventually made it back to where they were staying in Mistral, and Ruby pulled Weiss into the back yard to plant one of the seeds in a patch of dirt. Ruby then looked to Weiss expectantly to do her part, and Weiss stared back at her for several moments, her arms crossed. Ruby then put on her best puppydog eyes, and Weiss couldn't hold out against that devastating tactic.

She eventually rolled her eyes and gave in. "Those eyes are a weapon." She said and took out some water dust to use on the seed Ruby planted.

"You know you love me!" Ruby said and stuck her tongue out at Weiss.

"That's debatable sometimes."

"Liar!" Ruby exclaimed and playfully tackled Weiss to the ground, getting on top of her and beginning to kiss her over and over.

"Gah, Ruby! Not here!" Weiss complained as Ruby kept assaulting her lips and cheeks with kisses, "W-we're... Oh fine, dolt~"

Weiss gave in and wrapped her arms around Ruby, and she began to return the affection her girlfriend was giving. They locked lips in gentle kisses for several moments on the ground while the water from Weiss' dust soaked into the dirt, and they were both fully distracted by that as the ground where the seed was planted began to glow green. Vines began to sprout very quickly and grow more and more, and a pumpkin started to grow in the middle of them and soon a face started form on it, looking like the face of a typical jack-o-lantern. The girls had no idea what was happening as they just kept kissing each other, and soon the pumpkin had grown into a massive form and the vines began to cover the ground all around the area, and that's when Ruby and Weiss finally began to take notice.

"Whaaaat's going on...?" Ruby asked, very confused at all the vines that were suddenly around them.

Weiss looked up and saw the pumpkin, and then she caught a glimpse of the rather phallic tips to some of the vines and began to blush. "I-it grew from those seeds, you dolt!"

"Seriously!? Woah!" Ruby let out a yelp as a few vines wrapped around her wrists and knees and lifted her into the air, "O-oh... this is what the seeds do..."

"L-let go of me!" Weiss exclaimed as she was grabbed as well, her arms held behind her back and held her by her legs, and then the pumpkin lifted her up into the air like it did with Ruby.

"Ahhh~! Wh-what are you doing~!?" Ruby yelped once more and shivered as one of the other vines rubbed against her pussy through her panties and her leggings, then another vine snaked its way into her shirt and wrapped around one of her tits, rubbing and squeezing it as another pulled her top down to expose her chest. Ruby began to lightly moan as the other vine kept rubbing her pussy, and then that vine slid down her leggings from the back and pulled them down her thighs, then ripped her panties off. As the garment hit the ground, one of the thick, dick-shaped vines began to poke and prod her lower lips, and bumpy thorns began to grow along its length. They weren't too pointy, but there were a lot of them. The tip of the vine began to really press against Ruby's folds for several moments before it pushed harder and harder, and then it went in.

Ruby's eyes shot open and her mouth gaped as she let out a loud moan, and then she blushed even more furiously before the pumpkin began to thrust the vine in and out of her. Next to her, Weiss was struggling against the vines that held her and both her breasts were exposed and her panties were ripped off as well, and one of the vines still kept rubbing against her pussy, the tip teasing her clit and making her shiver. She didn't know how she felt about what was happening but it was starting to feel really, really good. Looking over to Ruby, she saw her girlfriend was clearly already enjoying it, and that just made her let out a frustrated sigh, and then she jolted when one of the dick vines forced its way into her cunt and began to fuck her hard and fast, the bumps grinding against her inner walls and making her cry out in pleasure.

"F-fuck~! Ruby~!" Weiss exclaimed and began to moan with each movement the vine made inside her, and a couple of smaller vines pulled her top down and exposed her breasts as Ruby's were,, "I told you not to buy those strange seeds-mmph~!?" She was about to say something more but then another dick vine shoved itself inside her mouth and down her throat to muffle her.

She kept moaning around that vine and the pumpkin kept spit roasting her between both of them inside her while Ruby was still getting it from just one vine. Two smaller vines kept caressing her boobs and caused her to let out cute little squeaks every so often, and the tip of the one inside her continued to hit her cervix with each thrust inside her. She tried to force her legs closed from the intense pleasure inside of her but the vines around her knees kept her legs open as her body shivered in their grasp. Her mouth gaped open with her moans and her breasts bounced and jiggled as her body was rocked up and down from the vine's thrusting, and every so often it started wiggling inside of her and it made her squeal each time before she quickly started to cum. She let out a longer and deeper moan into the night as her juices covered the vine inside her and were absorbed into it. That seemed to make the pumpkin very happy and it smiled a bit more with what looked like a bit of drool coming out of its mouth, and it started to fuck both Ruby and Weiss even harder with its vines!

Weiss' eye twitched while she was still being fucked in both her cunt and her throat, gagging over and over around the one in her mouth. Her throat bulged with both the thickness of the bone itself but also with the thorns, and the feeling for the heiress was absolutely amazing. She quickly followed her girlfriend and started to have an orgasm of her own, and she let out a muffled scream of ecstasy and her body shuddered almost violently, her eyes rolling back into her head a bit. The pumpkin absorbed all of Weiss' cum and started drooling more before fucking them even harder, its vines wriggling inside them and causing them to feel even more intense amounts of pleasure.

Neither of the girls could keep their bodies under control, both of them shivering and shaking in the vines' grips. With how fast and hard the vines were fucking them and the writhing movements they made inside their pussies, the girls had one orgasm afte another and their juices just fueled the pumpkin to use its vines even harder on them, and then it just began to sprout more of those dick shaped vines to fuck them. One more went into Weiss' pussy and made her scream in ecstasy around the vine in her throat, and then another forced its way into her untouched rear, and her eyes shot open and rolled even further back as it pushed deep inside her body and began to fuck her and wiggle around. All the bumpy thorns grinded all against her inner walls and her throat, and it just gave her so much more pleasure than before.

For Ruby, she had less vines to deal with but they were still extremely pleasurable. She only got one additional vine and it went straight into her ass as well, making her let out a squeak of surprise before it started to lay into her, both tentacles out of sync with each other and just seeming like they had minds of their own. The vine pushed deep inside her rear and the other continued to pound the entrance to her womb, and all she could do was moan and cry from the absolute pleasure they were giving her. She had never experienced feelings like this before and it was making her go insane! Her mouth began to gape open even more as she moaned loudly and her tongue rolled out of her mouth, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

Finally though, the pumpkin made a pleased groaning noise before the girls felt its vines pulsate and throb heavily inside them. Very soon after that, the tips of the vines erupted and began to pump thick cum into them both. Weiss was forced to try to swallow it down from the one in her throat but it was difficult to do with how much oddly sweet seed it was shooting down her gullet. It soon began to fill her throat to the limit and was forced out past the corners of her mouth while her stomach was also filled from the vine in her ass. From both the cum filling her womb and her stomach at the same time, Weiss' stomach began to bloat a bit before the ones under her stopped cumming, and the one in her throat pulled out and covered her face with the last few strands it had in it as she coughed up a good amount of cum to clear her overstuffed throat.

Ruby felt the vine in her pussy push so hard against her cervix and she let out a loud cry before it started pumping its seed into her womb, filling it with warmth while the one in her ass shot its load straight into her stomach. Little by little, the Rose's belly began to bloat to nearly the size of Weiss' now before the vines pulled out of her, each one's thorns just scraping along her inner walls and making her shiver and cum one last time. The pumpkin let out a deep, satisfied sigh after removing its vines from the couple, and it slowly lowered them both to the ground before its vines began to shrink and retract into the ground under its body.

Ruby and Weiss laid on the cold ground for several long minutes, cum oozing out of them both as the pumpkins face disappeared and it just seemed like it went to sleep. Weiss eventually regained enough of her senses and her eyes corrected themselves, and she blinked multiple times. "R-R-Ruby..."

"Mmmmmmm~" Ruby moaned in response as she still felt her insides aching in the best of ways from everything the pumpkin did to her, "Y-yeah, Weissy?"

Weiss coughed up more cum. "H-h-how many more s-seeds do we have left?"

#ruby rose #weiss schnee #tentacles #magic seeds #non sfw #art trade #rwby smut

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kinktae · 5 years ago

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How dare you bitchin!jungkook ?! HOW DARE YOU ?!

very NOT spoiler free bitchin’ 8 asks under the cut

Y/N SUPPORT GROUP

deliciouslydisturbed365 said: I just read chapter 8 and holy fuck I’m nauseous. Poor Y/N 😭

queen-emon said: What the literal FUCK man, I just read Bitchin 08 and like im so broken. I never ever consider Y/n and I to be the same person but this time I felt like we were the same person both getting our hearts crushed by the man we loved so dearly. I AM NOT OKAY WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME! THIS IS SO NOT GROOVY :(

Anonymous said: Me🤝y/n Repressing our emotions

madjammil said: I am legit crying. Poor y/n! I cannot believe Jungkook slept with Kiri! My heart is broken. I thought these two were finally getting together and he goes and does this dumb shit! Smh. Aside from that, your writing was amazing as always! I love this series so much!

YARA BULLY JK PETITIONERS

Anonymous said: omg i can’t believe jungkook is rly going to get his dickie chopped off 😍😍😍 deserve! can’t wait until yara finds out

Anonymous said: Ignore jk, y/n!!! Gosh she deserve so much better than a fboi who only cares about how he feels physically!! Ahole to the max and I need her to slap him! Yara can join along the slapping game!! But srsly he needs to learn his words alone can’t mend this and I hope y/n doesn’t give in so easily cuz he deserves cold shoulders from her for a very long time and don’t just rely on charms to get his way. Ik he was trouble from the start 😔 y/n dear don’t worry you deserve better

casualxexistence said: So 👉👈 um like is there like ANy chance that we get to see our baby yara’s reaction to this 🥺🥺🥺👼 bc um well I would kinda love to see her hand both jk and kiri there asses bc they aren’t gonna hAVE ANY AFTER SHE FINISHES WITH THEM RIP

Anonymous said: dude, what if y/n hooks up with tae and starts beef between jk and him while yara bitch slaps kiri….. dude bitchin’ has such good drama theories wtf literally anything is possible at this point

Anonymous said: if yara doesn’t punch kook can I punch him? Not as the oc I meant like me BECAUSE WHAT THE FUCK

forvever-ddaeng said: I keep rereading this last part like it’s somehow gonna change or it won’t make me sad the more I read it but it’s having the opposite effect and now I want Yara to beat Jungkook’s ass smh

Anonymous said: WTFFFFFFF YARA GONNA HUNT DOWN AND KICK JUNGKOOK ASS FOR HURTING HER BABY

JUNGKOOK ANTIS:

Anonymous said: what the fuck is wrong with bitchin’!jungkook does he think with his dick i wanna kick his ass

Anonymous said: why jungkook would do something like that if he likes y/n? i would be so mad at him too like… isn’t that kind of cheating? he didn’t say if he was back together with his ex but he slept with her so that must mean something, she probably thinks it means something. he was really stupid

omgtaehyungsmullett said: i know jungkook fucking with me, dammit 😡

Anonymous said: I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY WOULD JUNGKOOK DO THAT WHY

ausjeons said: Jungkook what the fuck!!! I could slap you silly after reading part 8 😪😩

Anonymous said: Team make jk suffer for awhile and then be able to patch things up with the oc 🤝

Anonymous said: I read ch8 last night and this weighed heavily on my mind all day like why is jk such a hoe? Like how could he just sleep with Kiri just like that. I think these children are very confuzzled with their feelings. After he slept with Kiri, did he rush to y/n bc he knew this was the end of their “relationship”? One last passionate banger goodbye 😟 my 💔 broken heart

Anonymous said: I ain’t even sad. I’m full on rage mode. WHO TF GAVE JK THE AUDACITY , THE ABSOLUTE BRAWN TO STICK HIS DICK IN KIRI AND THEN , NOT EVEN A FULL DAY LATER ( cuz yk that would be farrr too gracious ) WITHOUT A WARNING , WITHOUT A FRICKING GOOD MORNING EVEN , GOES TO FUCK OC AND THINKS THAT’S OKAY???? Good to know OC and whatever his relationship was with her was worth less than a nut😒

Anonymous said: i’m actually sad… like wow. i really expected him to go back, i really did. but even though i knew it’d happen, it still hurt, y’know? i think that made it worse; knowing that he’d go back to her in the end… shit’s fucked up, really. great job writing it. i could literally feel the emotion from this one.

Anonymous said: Bitchin ch 8…..oh wow the smut was so nice and fluffy but wtf JJK messed up big time. Honestly I don’t think he deserves oc after this. She deserves someone who isn’t so unsure of his feelings that it takes getting back together with and sleeping with someone else to realise it. If he really liked her, he wouldn’t have slept with Kiri.

Anonymous said: “ArE YOu MAd?” Srsly what brand of clown juice is Bitchin JJK drinking?

Anonymous said: TAE AND Y/N HOES BRO ENTER THE NEW SHIP FUCK JK

cchristinnaa said: Jk really did yn like a pocket pussy huh

Anonymous said: HOW COULD JUNGKOOK OH MY GOOODDDDDDDDDDD literally men aint SHIT….. the part where y/n said you got what you wanted from me🥺🥺🥺🥺 I FELT THAT ugh i love the angst

Anonymous said: Hope jk dieS from jealousy next ch. And regrets it skdhdhd :( jk. Hope they get their sht 2gether soon or im gon 😷😖😭

diortae said: me: *explaining to bitchin 8 jk why he’s a dick for calling Y/N his “pretty girl” immediately after fucking her raw the morning after he slept with his ex*

jk: well, you know what they say. hindsight is 20/20

me: KINDA SEEMS LIKE REGULAR SIGHT SHOULD HAVE CAUGHT THAT ONE

Anonymous said: JUNGKOOK IS ABOUT TO MEET THESE FISTS UP CLOSE THATS ON GOD THAT DUMBASS LIMP DICK BITCH REALLY FUCKED UP

Anonymous said: I HATE JJK HES AN ASS FOR GG DOWN ON 2WOMEN HE CAN JUS F HIMSELF RN

Anonymous said: JUNGKOOK IS GONNA GET HIS ASS BEATEN UGHSHHSKDHXJSJ MOTHERFUCKER WHAT? WHAT??? THIS BITCH IS A RIDE OR DIE AND UR GOING AFTER FAKEASS KIRI REALLY? FOR REAL I THOUGHT UOU WERE BETTER THAN THIS BUT NO ALL MEN DO IS LIE LIE LIE

Anonymous said: the way i closed the tumblr app when i saw jungkook saying “kiri came over last night”

Anonymous said: alright we beating jk’s ass @ noon 😤

Anonymous said: WHY WOULD JUNGKOOK DO THAT TO OC LIKE WHAT I AGREE WITH OC HE USED HER AND THAT MAKES ME 😡😡😡😡😡

Anonymous said: BITCHIN PART 8 WTFGGGG MY HEART Do be Hurting . i’m going to beat jungkook up !!!!

betysotelo18 said: It’s been a few minutes since I read part 8 and I can’t stop thinking about what could happen next… the meanwhile F U jeon Jungkook, you did wrong

Anonymous said: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! I CANT 😭 WHAT SHOULD I DO WITH THIS CHAPTER HUUUU JUNGKOOK WTFF BRO…….. my heart is breaking for them. Why can’t they just date already wkxbdbbdjdjdjdjdjdj this is onky misunderstanding right? and thankyou for the new chapter sis hihuhihih💕💕

Anonymous said: im shocked i dunno who i hate more rn you or jungkook. my heart is literally SHATTERED he better fix this or else im traveling to the 80s just to kick his ass 😭🤬

Anonymous said: never want to punch jungkook in the face like i wanna do right now

Anonymous said: JUNGKOOK WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUCK 🤬 for the love of god rose why do u did that to me i wanna die

Anonymous said: ROSE WTF WAS THAT MAN !!! my heart it hurts and like wtf jungpuke!! Why would he do that to reader !! why would he sleep with kiri and then sleep with reader ?!? Like go siekkeksjdjejjejdbehhe i wish i can put in reaction pictures in here

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Anonymous said: Omggg thank you so so much for this chapter, for the whole fic. Thank you for sharing it with us. You are a great writter. Seriously! I just love how every chapter is so intense. Not only the smut is amazing but every detail, every action, the whole plot, all of the dialogues. I actually cried at the end I love how I can really feel everything. All the emotions. Ah and they’re so cute!!! But why was JK so weak? Even if that’s what you wanted since the beginning… I thought- BOY WTF??? :’( But seriously this is the type of thing I love, I am WEAK for this. The slow burn, the oblivious idiots that love each other but keep suffering thing. And you write it so well. Your mind!!! Your talent!!! I love it. Thank you, for real ♥♥♥ I’m antecipating the next chapter, but already sad that it’s almost ending :((( I’m gonna miss this a lot. Anyways, take your time, baby. And have a nice day! ♥♥♥ (Sorry for bad english btw)

tinievmin said: ROSE. IM IN PAIN. I FELT THE BREAKUP BETWEEN YN AND JUNGKOOK. IM SO SADDD. But not related to the plot, your writing is ART. You always make it flow so well aND WOW!!! I don’t have enough words to express how much I love your works

AND FINALLY, AN INTELLECTUAL

Anonymous said: kiri is a bitch i said what i said

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Will the Bell Ring? Pt. 6

[Erik Killmonger x Black!OC]

Word Count: 6.7K

A/N: I am now inspired to write again because a tweet said that Disney+ had hella issues on the date it dropped and 10 million people still stuck around to watch it. I’m taking that same energy with me.

“Mara, I won’t ask you again.” Erik says sternly. Kimara looks around casually, glad that they are at least located in a public place...though he still doesn’t seem to care.

“MARA!” Erik barks.

“Don’t cause a scene! Damn, you have absolutely no common sense!” She hisses as an elderly white couple looks away and walks faster down the path. A breeze starts to pick up in the air, causing the treetops to dance in the distance.

“Really? All I got is common sense when I hear you tryna pull a fast one on me. And to bring someone I respect in on this, that’s fuckin low!”

Kimara adjusts her seating on the bench as the metal digs into you thigh meat. “Respect?? Oh please, you were just knocking him on some petty shit last week! And I didn’t mean to! Ok? I’m sorry!”

“For what? I need specifics, lay out the entire situation for all the other nosy white folks walkin round the park today. They wanna see someone act a fool, I’ll give it to them if you keep pussy footin around.” Erik leans back on the bench, spreading his chest wide with pride as he stares her down. She can’t stand him.

Kimara lets out a sigh, laying one hand on his inner thigh for extra focus. “I am sorry...for putting you through so much pain and agony. I know how much the relationship means to and I shouldn’t have put it in danger by getting myself involved without talking to you first. And even then, I should’ve known better. I couldn’t even enjoy it without thinking about you and what you would think. So...never again. I promise.”

Erik scratches his chin, bouncing his leg before dipping his head down to look at Kimara over his fake gold rimmed eyeglasses with matronly contempt. “Long as you learnt never to watch Euphoria without me, we good.”

Kimara squeezes his leg, letting out a huge sigh of relief. “Thank God. You really bout to cut me over Fez and Rue huh?”

Erik sits up, clapping his hands together. “They are the true OTP if I ever seen one. They ain’t even gotta be intimate or whatever, just the fact that someone been through her journey and is now doing everything to help clean her up while the forces of small white town bullshit enable her is...poetry dawg.” Erik leans back shaking his head in awe.

“Babe, you are sappier than a maple tree in the summertime.” Kimara shakes her head, the loveliness of their conversation filling her head like a delicious fog she didn’t want to ever see the end of, but Erik’s lunch break was almost up.

Erik kisses her softly, making Kimara wipe the transfer of her gloss off his lips.

“Uh uh! Don’t worry bout all that baby. If that shit makes your lips as good as I like, I could use some too.”

“You so stupid!” Kimara cackles as they both get off their bench and walk side by side: his hand on her hip, her arms locked around his waist with one ear to his chest.

“This was nice.” Erik says distantly, more to himself than to her.

Kimara cranes her face toward his. “Yeah?”

He nods. “Yeah, just to not think about any of the bullshit we’ve had to deal with, enjoy God’s creations out here in the gentrified park. I feel like a damn retiree with stock and bonds and 401K real fat.”

Kimara settles in step with him again. “But you have all those things…”

“But I ain’t retired! White America don’t want a nigga to retire. Swear everything would go belly up if Black folks could live off of the fruits meant for them. They’d burn the whole damn thing down before that would happen.”

Kimara rubs his back to settle him. “Peaceful thoughts, remember?”

Erik’s chest expands and caves. “Aight. But real life is literally around the corner, so as much as I would like to have you in my office, I got shit to take care of.” Erik takes her chin and lifts her face up to his. “My Mara, My Mara…”

“...I’ll never be farther.” Kimara says with only slight embarrassment beause their little saying is so damn cute. Erik used to do cute rhymes with her name around the quad whenever she got down on herself or he thought he had her on the ropes to giving in to him. Rarely worked, but constantly appreciated. “I gotta go get some extra stuff for our dinner party later this week, so hopefully I won’t be too long at the studio. We got a new artist laying down a demo that should be pretty fire.”

Erik puts a fist to his mouth excitedly. “Oh worm? Finally my lady finna be the new M-M-M-Maybach Music!”

Kimara rolls her eyes. “I’ll be more than that! I got about two songs on there I’m getting writing credit for. I may wind up on the radio and you don’t even know it. But you’ll know them checks!”

Erik couldn’t smile harder if he had hooks in his mouth. “Your passion got you going off! Nothing wrong with it either, you deserve it. It’s been a long time coming.”

“It has. So, go on so I can make this deal happen.”

They locked fingers until distance forced them to break their grip. Erik waves off Kimara as she saunters up the path to the main road. His chest swelled with pride over his lady, she’s always been one of a kind. Her happiness is his happiness, without question. As he walked away, across the exquisitely decorated post modern/art deco lobby, to the elevator to the 33rd floor to his office, a cloud of dread weighed back on him that only got better with the help of Alaina. If she wasn’t his partner on this revamp project with Boeing, he’d be shitting himself on a regular.

Erik walks by a conference room, stopping short of turning the corner of the glass walls. He opens the door and peeks inside to see his friend hunched over a laptop, jumping slightly in her seat as he came across the room towards her.

“Damn, Erik! Why do your big ass feet step so lightly? Almost gave me a heart attack!” She breathed out a ragged sigh of relief.

Erik pulls out a chair to sit down, chuckling at her expense. “My bad, I just had to come in when I seen you slaving away in here. Figured you could use a distraction.”

Alaina smooths her hair back in her bun, her nude colored mouth in a tight, closed smile.

“I WISH you were a distraction for me, but unfortunately this involves the both of us. While you were on break, Asshole and Son recommend we draft a final proposal for the FAA to approve.”

Erik sat shocked. “What? Fuck, I mean that’s fucking crazy but kind of exciting too, right?”

She wags her finger. “Don’t forget we are only the field niggas round here. It sounds like an honor but in the end I am sure little Leave it to Beaver will be taking all the credit his daddy can send his way in order to keep the big wigs in good graces within the family.”

Erik taps his fingers on the deep wooden table, thinking. Would they really double cross him that far? Bringing him in on a project to mentor the bosses son only to pull the rug up under him and make him look like player two?

“That’s so damn white, sounds right.” Erik sighs in somewhat disbelief.

Alaina shrugs. “Told you. And until I hear it from him otherwise, that’s what I’m going to assume.” Alaina sighs and stretches her shoulders before going back in on the keyboard.

Erik furrows his brow. “If that’s it, then why are you still working on it? Don’t you wanna pack up and move on? You were brought here special for this, your time is wasted the most.”

Alaina’s eyes cast a ‘nigga please’ gaze on Erik. “Mr. Future Baby Fava, I think our time has been equally wasted. But guess what isn’t cut for my time here? My pay: which is double what I make at my primary while I’m here so…” She slowly leans over to grab Erik’s wrist. “...until I hear the fat white man sing, we’re gonna work on this project for as long as we can to milk that cow til it lays a golden goose egg and rolls the tortoise to the finish line!”

Erik scoffs. Alaina’s antics are half the reason Erik can’t quite distance himself from her. She has a liveliness that he’s kind of missed lately. “Man, you a trip and a fifth. But I like your style. Might as well get it done then.”

“Oh fuck that, I’m done for the day.” Alaina crisply closes her laptop, packin it under her arm and grabbing her case with the other.

“Whatchu mean? I thought you said-”

“I worked through my lunch, like a boss ass bitch does. You gotta work yours off, so Imma leave you to it. Call me if you bleeding out your ears from stress: no less than that.”

Erik rolls his eyes as he gets up and watches her walk away. The woman is working his last good nerve on purpose, but he likes it. The job isn’t as boring or predictable with her around. Now he just has to show her who the superstar has been all this time. If he works hard at this, it won’t be for these fat cats, it’s gonna be a bonafide competition and he ain’t scared to fight a girl.

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At the studio, Kimara finishes up a session with a local up and coming artist named Delilah. Sweet girl, comes across very introverted until a mic is in front of her. Kimara appreciated her vibes and talent, baby girl is on trend so long as she stays cute she is bound to be noticed. Kimara ends their session a little early, wishing her well when it was time to wrap.

Kimara felt like the studio was her second home most of the time but today she had to get to her real home REAL quick to get dinner prepared. Tonight is the double dinner date with T’Challa and his boo of the moment. She kept trying to get ahold of Erik for help with ingredients but he kept leaving her on read.

Rick, the studio owner caught Kimara before she was able to get out the door.

“Hey Rick I know I cut things early, but I don’t have a lot of time unfortunately. I have dinner to take care of tonight with some friends that is so damn important, you wouldn’t believe.”

Rick smiles a large proud papa smile. “Oh I won’t keep you, but this news might. Remember Peter Gafflin? Legendary alternative rock/country artist extraordinaire who really love you last time y’all were in the booth together.”

Kimara couldn’t forget that man from their last session. She hadn’t been exalted for her talent that highly since Petey Pablo came in that one time and promised her name would be on a Freek A Leek remix.

“Yeah, what about him?” She asks.

Rick could not help his smile to save his life. “He called me up earlier today, saying he is planning to go on the road soon.”

“Yeah, yeah. That happens often when you drop a new album.” Kimara says impatiently.

“Right. So he was thinking that you would hopefully be available to join him for some shows on his North American leg of the tour.”

Kimara stood there like the Men In Black just wiped her memory. “Are-are you serious? When? How? What would I do??”

“He wants you to SING for him like you did that day, background vocals and he thought a duet portion would be nice too. You know the song ‘Boys Aren’t Born on Tuesdays?’”

Kimara clutches her chest. “Oh my God, that song is so rich. And he wants ME to sing it with him?”

“Uh huh!’ Rick slaps her arm in congratulations, but Kimara could barely feel anymore.

“In front of thousands. Across America...oh my God!”

Rick and Kimara hug excitedly, so much so that Rick has to wipe his eyes a little. “So is that a yes?”

Kimara stopped cheering to finally think a little. “I mean, I don’t know. If this was any other time I would say yes, but...I have some obligation here. I’m deep into trying to start a family and settle a little.”

Rick makes a face of pity. “I understand, I know. And I hope you do get that. Just…”

“Just…” Kimara parrots.

“...it’s Peter Gafflin.”

“It is Peter Gafflin.” Kimara says disheartened. She had been waiting for years to get something off the ground with a top tier artist, but the universe had a funny way of timing.

“Did I mention how much pay is?” Rick muses.

Kimara fans herself with a newspaper as she watches the rolls baking in the oven. She is so thankful to have gotten dessert from the bakery, because she was over it with cooking. She checks her phone for the time: ten minutes til 7. Her notifications show nothing from Erik yet, though she texted him twice today reminding his to not forget them hosting T’Challa and his girl. Twice, Erik texted that he’s got her, but that was five hours ago, now who knows what the hell he is up to. It would be perfect to bring up her good news with him in front of T’Challa and his date, while he smiles up at her with a hand inconspicuous and possessively on her behind...

But the light and fluffy feelings for the evening were quickly dwindling. Before she could send a last threatening text to convince him to bring his ass, the doorbell sounds at the last sentence. Kimara curses out loud, grabbing her oven mitt to take out the rolls that are a perfect golden brown. She dabs her brow with a spare dinner napkin before clopping her way to the door.

Opening it with a flourish, Kimara opens her arms in excitement.

“You made it!” She says with a cheery song.

T’Challa looks at her fondly, his mouth slowly curling into a smile. Kimara warms up to seeing her friend at her doorway.

“I was going to say it has been too long, but time moves backward for you. You look beautiful.”

Kimara places a hand on her hip for emphasis, trying to withhold her joy in his compliment in the worst way. “Oh please, it hasn’t been that long. You cleaned up good too.”

Kimara always enjoyed the way T’Challa dresses like royalty without even meaning too, choosing pieces that elongate his lean body, squaring his wide shoulders to create a proud presence.

T’Challa places a hand to his date’s lower back. “Iman has been looking forward to this night all week.”

A smiling Iman holds out a bottle of Proseco. “T has told me so much about you and your husband. You all seem to be a pretty tight family.”

Kimara takes the chilled bottle and leads them inside. “Oh yes. We have all known each other for so long, I can’t imagine not having known them.”

Placing the bottle on the table, Kimara claps her hands anxiously. “So I have prepared us a nice little salad and a pork...uh...pasta ” Kimara’s mind goes blank trying to remember what it’s called, she had only Googled the recipe that day. Tapping her foot, fidgeting, Kimara gives up. “Hell, some type of pork and spaghetti with peppers and shit. It’s got cheese too, it’s good. LEGGO!”

T’Challa and Iman chuckle as they head to the dining room. “Well whatever it is it smells great! I know your man must be fat and happy living with you.” Iman gushes, pulling out her chair to sit at the table.

Kimara shakes her head humbly as the unwraps the foil on the proseco. “Lucky for me, he is pretty active at the same time so it sticks in the right places. If only he could actually BE in the right places when we schedule things that way. Oh shit, lemme find a cork opener.”

Kimara rushes into the kitchen slamming drawer after drawer looking for the elusive corkscrew. She slams the bottle down a little too hard in frustration and hears the vibration of her phone on the counter next to her.

“Do you need assistance, Kimara?” T’Challa’s steady, gentle voice says behind her. She turns to see his concerned face looking down at her, hands firmly planted behind him respectfully.

Kimara waves her hand in frustration. “Aht aht! It’s fine, don’t leave Iman alone in there!”

“She is fine. Are you?” He asks quietly while opening a cabinet above the sink.

Kimara opens her phone to look at her notification. “Been better. Rather not talk while I’m supposed to be entertaining you guys.”

“But-”

Kimara puts her phone down hard. “RAGU! It was a pork ragu! With basil fettuccine, ugh! DUH!” Kimara turns to see T’Challa holding the corkscrew in his hand.

T’Challa continues, ignoring her topic change. “You should let me know if he isn’t being good to you.”

Kimara takes the corkscrew in one hand, bottle in the other trying to maintain her blood from boiling. “No I don’t. I would discuss that with my husband.”

“And he is where?” T’Challa asks calmly as Kimara walks past him and back to the table.

“God, what a help your beau is, we can finally have a much needed sip sip, eh?” Kimara exclaims a little too happily, sitting at the table as she drills the corkscrew in.

T’Challa opens the glass serving dish to examine dinner. “This smells very good, I will fix a plate for you, Iman.”

“No! I should serve you, Mr. King! Move your hand from that spoon.” Iman gets up, swinging her hips happily from side to side, digging the serving spoon into the delicious mix of sauce, noodles, and meat.

T’Challa gives a shy smile. “I appreciate it greatly, thank you.”

Kimara jerks the corkscrew out of the bottle too hard, knocking the handle against the table, causing T’Challa and Iman to look at her with shock.

“Pop goes the weasel, right?” Kimara giggles as she pours a third of the bottle into her glass, half an inch from the brim. She takes ahold of her glass, taking a few hearty gulps.

“So! Tell me how are things with you all, still in the honeymoon phase?”

Iman finishes off her plate, settling in to eat. “Well, I wouldn’t say that. Me and T are still kinda getting to know each other still, so I think honeymoon phase is a little too soon to call,” she says as she nervously scratches the back of her head as T’Challa just keeps on eating.

Kimara starts to feel warm, keeping mental note that the fucking must’ve halted between them. “Well there’s no need to rush at all. Relationships are so much damn work, it must be nice to cuddle up to a stranger every so often.”

Iman offers some wine to T’Challa who declines. “Have things been going well at the studio? Recording?”

“Oh yeah, more than recording actually. Sure, I just wish that I had the gumption to pull the trigger on doing some of my own shit. I got a lot of praise from artist and even the owner of the studio; I’ve known him a long time. But when it all comes down to it I just wonder what’s the point. That’s all gonna change soon though, no worries about me!”

Iman pouts with sympathy. “What do you mean?! You are a damn good looking lady and to have talent enough that people brag about, you gotta do something with it while you’re young and able!”

“I know I’m young and able. Well, I’m trying to start a family while I’m still young and able too.” Kimara mumbles, slumping in her chair.

“Oh! You are? Congratulations! From what little I remember from the night I met T, he seemed like a handsome guy with a good head on him. If he hadn’t brought us home, we may not be seeing each other now.” Iman’s hand disappear under the table to presumably T’Challa’s thigh, who looks over at her with kind eyes. “And that reminds me of your story. So T here got you and your husband together. What are the details on that?”

Kimara is two sips from the bottom of her glass. “Ohhh, that’s not dinner conversation unfortunately.”

Iman makes eyes at her. “Oooh, that scandalous huh? We all adults here, but I understand. Me and T weren’t very biblical our first night meeting so, hey.”

T’Challa wags a finger. “It’s not that, don’t be crass.”

Iman tuts at him. “I’m just being friendly, what’s the issue.”

“It’s a personal story. It should wait until Erik is here at least.” T’Challa offers.

Kimara puts her glass down, plate still empty or any dinner. “I don’t wanna bring that nigga up here anymore tonight, aight?”

Iman freezes mid bite as T’Challa sits up in his chair. “Kimara, please-”

“Uh uh! I’m in my house, I say what I want, I won’t be talked down to. Iman?”

Iman is still frozen.

T’Challa speaks up. “I’m just saying-”

“I’m talking! Iman? My husband and I have been trying to have a baby for months now, fucking like rabbits and I have yet to get pregnant. It’s gotten so I think he;s getting tired of fucking with me and now he is out ‘working late’. Now, he loves me because we have been through a lot to get to the point of being a married couple and he has had to prove himself loyal to me after...a lot of bullshit. But I ain’t got it in me to discuss play the Newlywed Game with you cuz hell if I know what my husband is up to anymore.”

T’Challa gets up from his chair abruptly, scraping the chair across the floor, stomping towards the kitchen.

Kimara starts to laugh out loud. “Oh shit, I think he’s pissed! Ohh, let me see what this is about…”

Iman sits up anxiously. “Do you need help?”

“No, no! I got him, he’s very reserved with his frustrations, so I can deal.” Kimara stomps into the kitchen. “Now what is up with you??”

T’Challa takes a towel off of a rack, folding it twice. “Did you need to unload on her like that?”

Kimara leans on the counter. “Sure, woman to woman. She seems to appreciate it.”

T’Challa opens the oven door, a plume of smoke billows out.

“Fuck! Oh noooo, my rolls!” Kimara exclaims, running to a window to open and fan out the smoke.

T’Challa puts the baking sheet to the sink. “I was trying to tell you I smell smoke.” He tossed the towel down making the sheet clang.

Kimara fans her face, coughing. “Oh, shit. I just forgot.”

“Mhm. You forgot your head this evening that’s certain.”

“What do you mean by that, T??” Kimara asks mockingly.

T’Challa glares at her. “If things weren’t going good, we could’ve rescheduled.”

“It’s funny you think I plan for my life to fall apart, cuz that is how it works right?”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“No, no one means to hurt my feelings or make me feel like shit until it happens. You want me to be the perfect host. Erik wants me to be a good wife and mother when I can’t even get a bun in the ov-” Kimara stops short of the sentence. T’Challa hangs onto silence waiting for her to finish.

“T’Challa, what if this is all a sign? I burnt the rolls in the oven...because I can’t keep a bun in the oven? Like pregnancy? I can’t bake anything!!” Kimara wails as she covers her mouth crying. T’Challa goes over to her but stops short as Iman enters the kitchen.

“Hey, if everything is under control, I might head out.”

T’Challa looks back at Kimara then Iman. “Well, let me call you a ride.”

“Already did. Kimara, dinner really was good, I’m sorry to leave so soon.”

Kimara has her back turned, wiping her face before facing her. “Thank you for coming. You’re as nice as I heard.”

“I will walk you out then.” T’Challa offers as they leave Kimara in the kitchen. Her phone begins to ring, as she picks it up to find Erik’s name glowing on the screen. All she can do is silence it, she was in no mood to talk, otherwise she might have to make a Lemonade album about it.

Kimara goes back to her dining room table, sitting down to the bottle of wine. T’Challa comes back in, closing the front door behind him.

“Eh, eh. Put that down. Eat something instead.”

Kimara groans as she swallows one more gulp from the bottle before getting it snatched from her hand.

“I’m not feeling your vibes T’Challa, honest.”

“Vibes? Do you hear yourself talking?”

“Yeah I do. That’s all I ever hear is my damn self.”

“You are not supposed to be drinking while planning a family, aren’t you?” T’Challa asks softly, sitting next to her.

Kimara sighs deeply. “I’ve done everything right. All I’m supposed to do is carry, I can’t even get there. God, I would kill for even a miscarriage, just to know that I didn’t completely fuck up my reproductive system!”

“STOP IT!” T’Challa’s voice booms between them, reverberating off the walls. Kimara sits upright, looking away from T’Challa’s face. His energy calms as he leans a little further towards her.

“You do not deserve to beat yourself up like this. Do you realize how far you’ve come in life from when I first met you to now? There is no one as smart or witty or brilliant as you that I can also put faith in as a friend.”

Kimara fidgets with her fingers. “Good thing Iman isn’t here to hear that.”

T’Challa sits back, taking a swallow of wine from the bottle himself. “I won’t edit my statement, but she is a nice girl.”

“I still like Nakia better.” Kimara says matter of factly.

T’Challa bristles at the name, looking into the distance. “Yes, I guess she is my kryptonite, however too flighty.”

They sit in silence for a beat.

“What about that night? What did it mean?” Kimara asks.

T’Challa’s brow furrows. “Which do you…”

“A few weeks ago? My car?” Kimara rubs her face roughly. “Ughh, I hope it’s not the wine talking but I swear there was a moment that felt like...a thing. Am I wrong?��

T’Challa does something he does not always do: he begins to stutter. It’s slow, without the skip, but a stutter nonetheless.

“I...Well...hmm,” He says before his mouth motions wordlessly.

“...T?” Kimara asks teasingly. “It’s ok!”

He looks her in her eyes intensely, like she just cursed him out. “Huh?”

Kimara shrugs. “We didn’t do anything so it’s ok. Don’t sweat. That’s why I’m glad we are friends cuz I know nothing bad happens when you’re around. No craziness, drama, you just bring me back down to earth with a good talk. It was just a moment. Gotta remember that.” Kimara pats his knee and gets up.

“Wait, so were you thinking of me in a way that night?”

Kimara sees a light flash across the curtains of her window. “Well, look at this. Daddy’s home.” Kimara comes back to the table to pick up plates. “T’Challa go ahead and have a good night. You don’t wanna be here when I’m throwing dishes into the sink until Erik comes in and has the nerve to ask what the fuck is wrong with me. When the whole nigga nerve of it all is that he would have the gall to think I’m wrong to begin with!”

T’Challa waves his hands heading for the door. “I am already gone.”

The early morning sun is extra bright as erik drives himself and Kimara to see their regular fertility specialist Dr. Tracy.

“I’m glad she was able to see us today.” Erik says.

“Are you?” Kimara asks while scrolling through her phone.

Erik scratches himself. “Ion know, I just…”

“What?”

“I mean...if we do this it’s like cool, we finna get a baby off top-”

Kimara tuts at him. “No! She said that it still isn’t guaranteed. We are good candidates but not to expect success right away.”

Erik lets out a groan. “Right, right. Can’t no shit come easy for me.”

Kimara looks at his profile as he drives, catching Erik looking out the corner of his eye. “What you lookin at me like that for?”

Kimara crosses her arms. “I’m just trying to figure out what to title your sob story in all of this. ‘I do what I want and when it don’t go like I plan I pout?’ Or ‘Fuck everything and everyone, I’m going through it but don’t ask me what’s wrong?’”

“Damn Mara! The fuck you gotta go there for? The minute I try and share something with you, you bite my fucking head off!”

“Watch yourself cursing at me! I ain’t in the mood for it, and I ain’t letting it fly like that today, ok? I don’t need this much excitement before an appointment.”

“Then don’t go nuts on me like you some damn comedian, roasting my ass. I’m here ain’t I?”

“Do you not wanna be?!” Kimara shrieks.

Erik goes silent, turning on the click of his turn signal. The tension in the car is sky high and although Erik doesn’t mind a fight, he knew not to act a fool in front of these doctors in this side of town.

Kimara leads inside to check in with the receptionist. As they sit in the lobby, Erik is glued to his phone the entire waiting period, fingers texting furiously.

“Why ain’t you holding my hand?” Kimara asks. “You always hold it while we wait.”

Erik looks over quickly and leans back offering out his hand. “My bad.” While the other continues to work double time on his screen.

“Who is...Alan?”

Erik jerks his phone back. “It’s not Alan.”

Kimara drops his hand. “Than who is it?”

“Work.” He says curtly, flipping to his Instagram instead.

“Is something wrong with the project you’re working on? Is Alan the one helping you?”

“Yes and no.” Erik says.

“Wait. It is wrong and Alan isn’t helping?”

“It’s not Alan!” Erik bellows before coughing to cover his outburst.

“Kimara?” Dr. Tracy says brightly with a smile, waving them back. Kimara smiles tightly back.

In her office, Dr. Tracy goes over the procedures and preparations for IVF, with all of the medical jargon, followed by some generous simplified explanation. It all sounded complicated and expensive but Kimara was grateful to hear about everything that could make her miracle possible.

“And Erik, you can be an awesome support by making sure to watch your alcohol intake, exercise, eat healthy, and avoid any environmental pollutants.”

“I was bout to watch that Chernobyl show; is that off the table now?” Erik asks.

“Erik, you ain’t got time for shit else, quit playing.” Kimara says with a little bark in her voice.

Erik laughs in a menacing tone. “Ok.”

Dr. Tracy looks between them nervously. “...we also provide counseling to couples during the process, as it can be difficult.”

“I wouldn’t mind it, but he wouldn’t be able to make it.” Kimara says.

“Oh you speak for me now?”

Kimara shrugs. “If you ain’t there, how else can things go forward?”

Erik sputters in disbelief. “I won’t be getting like this in front of the damn doctor. Thanks, doc. I got the prescription and shit, let’s go.” Erik keeps talking under his breath as he leaves the office. Kimara gets up to leave

“Is everything ok between you two?” Dr. Tracy asks.

Kimara hesitates before saying it’s fine, nothing more than a couples spat. Erik may have been right about needing to change doctors. At least a new one wouldn’t know when things were wrong. This would just look like a normal interaction to fresh eyes.

Back at their house, Erik is reading the instructions for her shots.

“Says this supposed to help in producing eggs for you. Still gonna take a while though.”

Kimara sits silent watching her shows.

“Remember to mark down when you got your period last. Supposed to start doing these on your next cycle.”

Silence.

Erik folds the instructions up, standing from the dining room table. He comes up behind the couch, leaning next to Kimara’s ear.

“Nassau is this weekend, you know?” SIlence. “You picked us a real good spot to make our own magic down there. I think we need it.”

“WE need a lot more than a trip to an island. Erik, you still ain’t said sorry for a damn thing you said to me today.”

Erik scooches to one side of Kimara to face her. “What should I apologize for?”

“Embarrassing me? Not telling me about what’s going on with you and also not asking how things are with me? Being secretive and mean to me?” Kimara’s eyes begin to well up. “You ain’t talked to me without walking off mad in so long, I don’t wanna get used to it Erik! You didn’t used to do that!” Erik hooks one leg followed by the other over the back of the couch to sit next to Kimara, holding her hands tight.

“It makes me think about before you left for that damn military out the blue. You snapped on me back then too. You tryna go somewhere else again?”

“Hell no! That life is behind me, I got nothing but you and work to get through now.”

“So I’m a damn task?” Kimara mopes.

“No! Look: I don’t mean to say anything to make you think you boring because you’re not. You’re the most exciting thing in my life, and I love having you with me. Every time I’m reminded you’re my wife, I’m thinking how we should be on our damn tenth wedding anniversary instead of third. But I’m done and thankfully you’re not.”

“Then why are you doing me like this?”

“I-I don’t wanna force shit on you more than you can handle. I got things happening at my job right now that could make you think the worst, but I promise it’s not. And you don’t need that pressure right now.”

“Neither do you!”

“I can handle it. You focus on your dreams at the studio, and getting ready to host the biggest headed baby your womb will ever know.”

Kimara snorts thinking about this, looking down instinctively. Erik takes one side of her face in his hand.

“I wanna be more open but I don’t wanna cost you anything too. So until shit blows over, just know I got this. Be patient with me, and I promise to be more patient too.”

Kimara pulls Erik to her for a longing kiss, rubbing his face for comfort. She could feel he cares, but there was still so much gnawing in her mind, she just wasn’t ready to discuss. But there was one thing.

“One more thing though, before I call it forgiven and get to packing for the trip.”

“You still ain’t packed?”

“I’m asking the questions! Who is Alan?”

Erk sighs, dipping his head down before looking her in the face to answer. “Alaina.

“He’s a what?”

“Huh? No, Alaina. The name was Alaina not Alan.”

Kimara’s face draws up inquisitively. “And...she is?”

“My partner for the project I’m working on. They recruited her from another region and-”

“That’s who you spent the night with instead of dinner with T’Challa and me and his girl?” Kimara asks.

“I came home! Don’t make it sound like that, it was a late night. Ole dude I work for keeps piling shit on me and deadlines-”

Kimara waves her hands in front of him. “It’s fine.”

“Huh?”

“It’s ok!” Kimara smiles. “Seriously, I trust you. You said works been beating your ass, and I know you wouldn’t be looking all sour if you were getting some ass on the side, so I think I can trust you aren’t cheating.”

Erik stared at her speechless before nodding and agreeing.

“Plus, we tryna have a baby and I know you wouldn’t mix shit up with her when all that seed is mine, like that would be wasteful.”

Erik growls in his chest, leaning over her, nose to nose. “Say that again.”

Kimara holds back her smile, rubbing his chest. “Your seeeed is miiiine. Don’t waste it.” Kimara bites his lip at the end of ‘it’, catching him of guard, but not enough to lay her out legs spread quicker than she could blink.

“Wait wait, Erik. I can’t!” Kimara says, half giggling.

“Whatchu mean?? You playing with a dog and get afraid when you get the bark? Quit playing and get them draws off.” Erik pulls at her bottoms.

“No! Wait! I mean it, I’m cramping and shit. I don’t want nothing near my pussy right now.”

Erik moans out loud in frustration, plopping backwards on the couch, erection pushing at his sweatpants.

Kimara lowkey loved making him wait, period or not. It’s nice to see he still wants her, and no one else has his attention to fix his rather big problem throbbing in his pants.

“Erik? You never told me what you think about the tour.”

Erik exhales loudly. “Good idea, that’s finna kill my hard on real quick.”

“Erik!”

He sits up, pushing down on himself. “Mara, I want you to get your hustle goin, I know you been singin since way way way back.”

“Hold up, it ain’t been that long, makin me feel old.”

Erik bops her with his shoulder. “You know you been my Suga Mama.”

“Two months older Erik. Dassit!”

Erik looks at the floor, rubbing her knee. “I just don’t understand why you think it’s best to leave now. What Imma do without you for two months?”

“Whatever you been doin get home late at night.” Kimara says flatly.

“The project is almost finished, do I don’t know where that attitude came from.”

Kimara sits silent, not up for a fight, especially in her hormonal state.

Erik stares at her, testing her. He knows she wants to say more, she always does. “I got two more weeks on this, and it’s done. My workload is gonna be lighter, more boring, and I promise my time will be yours, but now you wanna leave, so.”

“But you understand why right? It doesn’t sound like you do. I don’t wanna leave you alone or stop trying, but...this is my dream!”

“Having a family is too right? That’s why all our time and money been revolving around everything related to that for almost a whole damn year. It’s fucking flaky.” Erik shoots back.

“Erik, you got to do what you wanted, right? This ain’t new with you! When you want something, you go for it, fuck anybody that gives a shit, it’s yours. I’m tired of being in the shadow of your shit, cleaning things up so you can have your peace. This is mine.”

“The fuck is you talkin about?? Is your PMS going retrograde or some shit?” Erik speaks over her in an agitated tone. Nothing Kimara said made sense anymore to him.

Kimara gets up, waving him off. “Eat my ass Erik, I said what I fucking had to say and I mean that shit.”

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@chaneajoyyy @sarcastic-sunshines @muse-of-mbaku@dameshaemonique @fonville-designs@destinio1@bakarisange l@wakanda-inspired @klaine15689 @savageiz @nickidub718 @yoyolovesbucky @alexundefined @forbeautyandlife @bakarisangel

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boymeetsweevil · 6 years ago

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Another draft because FS is taking too long

Title: two wrongs don’t make a right (so what do two douchebags and a dweeb make?)

Douche/fuck boy Jimin and Jin, weirdo!OC

Jimin waits until the girl’s tiny frame disappears down the hallway in a blur of overly familiar stained sweats before turning to stare down a very sheepish looking Jin.

“You can’t tell anyone about this, got it?” He rakes a hand through his hair, mussing it and making him resemble a cockatoo.

“Dude, relax. I get it, you have a rep to maintain. Everyone ventures outside their type for a first time.”

Jin winces. He knows he’s known for being incredibly picky—only ever sleeping with 4.0 girls (the number referring to their maximum dress size and minimum GPA). Someone even did a story on it in the Hot Takes section of the school magazine. He’s still not sure if it’s a moment he should proud of.

“About that…” he trails off and tugs nervously at the throw blanket he hastily clothed himself with when Jimin burst into their shared living room only to catch him in a rather compromising position. With that girl of all people.

“What?”

“Itsnotthefirsttimeanditwontbethelast”

Jimin blinks slowly, trying to process the flurry of words and Jin’s ashamed tone. When what Jin said finally hits him, he grins darkly.

“Man, c’mon. Don’t joke like that about her, its not nice.”

“Jimin, I’m—,” Jin looks around the hallway suspiciously before dragging Jimin into the dorm and slamming the door shut. “I’m being serious, okay?” Jimin’s jaw drops and he begins to sputter.

“But…why her?”

The first time Jimin encountered you was during a particularly late night in the stacks of the library last semester. The year was starting off hard and he was getting his ass kicked in one particular introductory psych class.

At around 1 in the morning, he had one more problem to finish on his take-home exam but was desperately stuck. He remembered seeing someone who he recognized from class sitting in the economics section. He thought it was odd initially. Usually no one sat there because the smell from the librarians’ bathroom often carried over. And no one wanted to study to the smell of coffee shits.

Taking a break, he grabbed his laptop and wandered around the stacks to find the classmate. When he found you, you were in the process of packing up, struggling to get your earphones into the headphone jack of your phone while also carrying a stack of periodicals and a burger from the campus grill, which happened to be leaking ketchup onto your already dingy tracksuit. He approached you carefully.

“Hey, you’re in Professor Kang’s class, right?”

“Huh?”

His voice startled you and you lost your precarious grip on your stuff. The poorly wrapped burger fell to the floor and bled a little onto your white converse. The periodicals fluttered down around your feet.

“Shit, sorry. Lemme help you,” he offered as he put his laptop down. You gasped from your spot already crouched on the ground.

“No, please, it’s really okay. Please, I’m fine, I don’t need—“

But he already had one printout from the stack in his hand and automatically turned it over. When Jimin looks back on the memory, he thinks that this may have been the biggest mistake he’s ever made in his life.

He would later find out after a nervous google search that the paper in his hand, and probably 80 percent of the papers on the ground, were called fursonas. While a handful might have been somewhat decent, most of them were of overly buff rabbits with bubble butts raised for the viewer or tigers fisting weeping, veiny dicks over pastel backgrounds. The one he held was of a duck, or something, with a weight lifter’s body with an obscene expression on its face while tentacles swarmed it from all angles. The implications of what might be happening in the picture made Jimin’s head hurt.

“Oh my god, what the fuck. What the fuck,” he whispered. He was so stunned that he let you rip the page from his hand.

“It’s called fur-centric hentai and its art,” you hissed. The line sounded mechanical and well-practiced if you asked Jimin. He watched you gather the rest of your belongings quickly, burger included, before leaving him crouched in the economics stacks.

Jin snaps his fingers in front of Jimin’s zoned out face only to have him be brought back to reality with a look of slight disgust.

“What’s your problem, fix your face,” Jin snapped.

“I’m just trying to figure out why you chose her, of all people. You remember that story I told you about the Econ stacks. I was so scarred, I got a C on that test.”

“Pretty sure you got a C because you didn’t realize there was a second page of the homework.”

“Well, if she hadn’t thrown her weird animal dicks all over the place, I would have realized there was a back and finished the assignment”

Jin sniffs and drops the blanket he was wearing, before walking over to the kitchen to get a drink, naked as the day he was born. Jimin follows on autopilot.

“Maybe you should stop trying to yuck my yum,”Jin says over his shoulder.

“Oh my god, don’t say it like that. I’m just saying, man. She’s weird. And gross. And more importantly not.Your. Type.” He enunciates each word with a poke to Jin’s bare back while he gets them some beers.

“You think I don’t fucking know that? That’s why I keep it discrete. Why do you think I told you not to come home every Tuesday and Thursday at until after 8:30?”

“You said you had lab.”

“How the hell could I do a lab in our apartment?”

“It…It could happen.”

“I’m a poetry major,” Jin pinches the bridge of his nose at his roommate’s stupidity, “Damnit Jimin.”

Jimin purses his lips when he realizes he might be even dumber than he thought.

“Wait a second, you’ve had lab,” he makes giant air quote gestures, “for, what, 2 months now? You’ve just been fucking her this whole time?”

There’s a beat of silence as Jin takes another swig from his beer. “Yeah,” he finally says. The matter of fact air of his response makes something glitch in Jimin’s brain.

“What the hell, dude? That’s a lot of repeat service. Does she have something on you? Is that why you’re doing this? Did you break an expensive-ass vase or something?” Jimin stops to think, his mind running wild with possibilities. “Holy shit, are you being pimped out?”

“No. God, would you just shut up?” Jin sighs quietly. “I’m sleeping with her so much because she’s the best I’ve ever had.”

Jimin takes a step back at the defeated sincerity in Jin’s tone.

“How? What about that time with that other girl--what was her name?” Jimin runs a hand through his hair trying to remember any name of one of many the girls Jin has had a fling with. “Oh! Irene or something? What about her?”

“I mean, Irene was fine. She gave pretty good head. But last Thursday I thought I came harder than I’ve ever come in my entire life.”

“You ‘thought’?”

Jin looks up wistfully somewhere behind Jimin’s head at the memory. “Well then she came over the following Tuesday and rocked my shit,” he smirks. “And then that was the hardest I’ve ever come in my life.”

“So she gives good head. Who cares? There’s plenty of girls on campus who give good head and also don’t draw furry porn for a living and wash their damn sweatpants.”

“You don’t understand, dude. It’s not just the head. It’s the head, and the handjobs, and the pussy. It’s everything.”

Jimin raises his eyebrows incredulously. “The pussy is better than the handjobs?” He has to try hard not to look impressed. Meanwhile Jin is smilng, almost relieved now that the secret is out and he can talk openly about the mindblowing sex he’d been having.

“The first time she jerked me off, I passed out immediately after I came and woke up late to the class the next afternoon.”

Jimin narrows his eyes but motions with a hand for Jin to continue.

“The first time she blew me I couldn’t even walk afterward.”

“Wait...was that the day you told me you thought you had a sprained ankle? The one that healed after 24 hours?”

“Yep.”

The smug tone and the second stupid lie make Jimin want to rip his hair out. “Why do you lie so much,” he whispered, pain in his voice.

“I wasn’t lying, I really thought I had a sprained ankle.”

“From a blowjob?”

“That’s what I said.”

“What about the, uh, the pussy,” Jimin asks after realizing the FBI probably won’t come through the doors and snipe him for talking about vagina.

“The one time she let me hit it raw, I cried.,” Jin says, absolutely beaming.

“Oh, come on. You can’t be serious.”

“I am, though. I think she was gonna let me do it again today.” Jin closes his eyes and smiles softly while Jimin looks on, unamused.

“So? What happened today? She underperform or something?” There’s a hint of jealousy and a lot of curiosity in his tone, but Jimin would deny it if anyone asked him.

“No, asswipe. She got spooked because you showed up when you weren’t supposed to.”

“Well, sorry for ruining your lies,” Jimin snaps, cracking open his own beer.

“You think this is a joke?” Jin shoves Jimin in the chest roughly. “We didn’t get to finish because of you. Now I have to jerk off with my own hand. That’s pathetic”

“And what were you doing before you met her? Listen to yourself, she’s making you crazy. No one is that good in bed.”

Jin stomps over to the couch and settles down before turning and looking at Jimin over the backboard.

“You know what? You go and sleep with her 3--no--4 times. And if she doesn’t completely fry your brain, I’ll pay for any and all of your takeout for the next month. But If she does, you gotta switch mattresses with me and not come by the dorm until after 10 on Tuesdays and Thursdays from then on.”

“Dude, gross I don’t want your sex soaked mattress. It’s the same as yours anyway. Minus the ten gallons of old jizz on it.”

“No, it’s not. You have that, like, Tempurpedic thing.”

“True,” Jimin nods thoughtfully, “But don’t you think it would be weird if the roommate of the guy she was fucking started trying to get in her pants? Also, I could just lie and say she didn’t do it for me. Then you’d be forced to pay for my food and—Hold on. If she’s so good, why are you so willing to pawn her off to me?”

“Why do you ask so many stupid questions? First of all, she’s not mine just because I’m sleeping with her. I’m just telling you to go see if she’ll let you. I mean, there’s no guarantee. She barely even gave me a shot.”

“She barely gave you a shot? But you’re, like, the campus prince”, more air quotes, “How did this even happen?”

“Well, to make a long story short, we were both high at her sorority and I’d heard rumors about her from Wonho, so I went to…talk to her in her room.”

“Wonho is Wonho, though. He’d fuck anyone if the weed was good.”

“That’s where you’re mistaken, my friend. He has a diverse and sophisticated palate. He knows what he’s talking about when it comes to weed and sex. Once I took him up on his suggestion and she said yes, I never looked back,” Jin says with a dreamy voice.

Jimin watches the back of Jin’s head loll on the sofa. When a soft sigh emerges from where the older man is sitting, Jimin recoils and runs out of the kitchen, away from the couch.

“Are you jerking off right now? Dude. Not cool.”

“Get the fuck out, then. It’s Thursday, which means I’m getting off by 7:30pm and I don’t give a rat’s ass who’s here when it happens.”

“Fine,” Jimin huffs and reluctantly stuffs his feet back into his sneakers where they lie by the door. “I hope your dick chafes.”

Jin purposefully releases another, louder moan and Jimin runs out of the apartment.

“I’ll have an order of the half crispy, half spicy and a large coke. Thanks,” Jimin says to the clerk at the grill before checking his phone for the 8th time in the hour.

8:01 Jimin - Are you done yet?

(8:10 read by Jin)

8:11 Jin - yeah but round two starts soon so

8:11 Jin - *middle finger emoji*

Jimin quickly shuts down his messenger app and opens up Flappy Bird while he sits at a table and waits for his order number to be called.

“Stupid asshole and his stupid dick, kicking me out of the stupid apartment. Fuck you, dickhead,” Jimin mutters to himself.

“What did you just say?”

Jimin’s head whips up at the infantile voice coming from the seat across from him. Jeon Jungkook is sitting at his table, eating a veggie burger. Who the hell orders a veggie burger from a chicken place?

“Were you talking to me,” Jungkook asks again, pushing his bulky glasses up with a finger.

“Jeon, why would I be talking to you? A better question is why the hell are you talking to me?

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hoseokmylovesworld · 5 years ago

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Picture of Love | 13 (M)

Pairing: Photographer!Hoseok x OC x Producer!Yoongi

Genre/Warnings: Hoseok AU/Yoongi AU/Includes strong language, hella fluff, hella smut, hella angst, dirty talk, cream pie, mentions of death, mentions of drug use

Words: 9,090

Summary: Charlotte Galloway is the leader of the up and coming girl band, “She-Bang”, with a side hustle as a photographer for anyone who will hire her. She meets a fellow professional photographer named Jung Hoseok who helps “She-Bang” realize their dreams and Charlotte to make a love connection along the way.

A/N: This one’s ma favorite

Hoseok and I continue this routine, spending huge amounts of time together, getting to know each other more and more throughout the next three weeks and surprisingly, I wouldn't want it any other way.

We would get ice cream together.

"So, you gonna let me pay for you this time?" J-Hope nagged after ordering treats at the crowded ice cream parlor.

I laugh fondly at the memory of Jay fighting to pay for my ice cream at this same place and literally swatting my hands and running to pay for macaroons.

"Something tells me you're not gonna give me much of a choice." He chuckles, raising his eyebrows and nodding as if to say 'you thought correctly.' He always pays for the treats and we spend hours being silly and making fun of each other per usual. We visited the parlor so often that we made a deal: we would each try a different flavor with every visit just to switch things up a bit and we were on a first name basis with Gio, the owner of the place. He would always tease us about how cute we were in our "honeymoon" phase, which made me cringe, but filled Jay with pride every time.

Afterward, Jay always seemed to have some activity already picked out, the two of us behaving like a pair of tourists.

We've gone to the Museum of Modern Art, the Asian Art Museum and tried to hit a bunch of other art museums in the Bay area. It was so gratifying to have someone around who was as interested in art as I was, who could actually have an opinion and hold a discussion about it.

"What do you think about this one?" I ask him as we approach yet another piece, arms linked. He looks it over, pointedly, takes a minute to process his thoughts and turns to me.

"I think it reminds me of you." He shares sincerely. I roll my eyes playfully and decide to humor him. "How so?" I gaze at him, awaiting his answer.

"Well, it's beauty, of course." I snort and nod teasingly. Jay is so smooth, he possesses the power to turn absolutely anything into a compliment.

"I mean, it's breathtaking." He goes on. "But in a mysterious way... It leaves something to be desired. If that makes any sense." He clarified the best he could.

I nod, trying to understand. "So, you think I'm a mystery?" I question with furrowed brows. "Well, yes." He spoke, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, while I try to figure out whether to be offended or not.

"And I... Leave something to be desired?" I ask with my eyes to the ground in guilt.

I make it a point not to talk about my past or my family, unless absolutely necessary. Whenever the topic arises with J-hope and I, I try to evade it very quickly and it's clear now that he's well aware of this. I feel almost sorry that he has to put up with it, but the past haunts me daily and I'd never want to revisit it.

And when getting to know someone, it helps to actually know them, not just the "mysterious" front they put up to shield themselves from getting hurt the same way again. But it's a defense mechanism that's been my life for as long as I can remember.

Jay catches wind of my concern and tries to back track a bit. "No! No, no, no. You're amazing." He lifts my chin gently and drags my attention to his face.

"Huh, I just put my own foot in my mouth, I didn't mean it that way." I don't even know which way I meant it.

"You're just a little... Reserved is all. And there's nothing wrong with that."

Great. So I'm not a mysterious vixen, I'm just a frigid bitch.

I nod my head soberly to let him know that I understood, causing him to continue to beat himself up about it.

"I'm sorry, Charlotte. I didn't mean to-"

"No, Jay, it's okay. You're totally right, anyways. It's fine, I promise. I'm okay." I say earnestly. "Let's just continue our date." I try to comfort him. He sighs, happy to hear that my feelings weren't hurt and we moved onto the next piece.

We even swung by places like Golden Gate Park and Muir Woods to hike amongst the Redwood trees.

I realize that, though neither of us are too fond of nature, it's one of my favorite places to be with him. Mainly, because we're both pussies and we know how to laugh at ourselves.

"Jay! There's a bug!" I shouted, watching a dragonfly land on his shoulder half-way through the trail. He gave a manly shriek and swatted his upper body frantically as I watched on in fear.

"Did I get it?" He spoke wide-eyed, looking around wildly. I couldn't help the giggles that left my mouth at his expense. "Yes." I squeaked, tears coming to my eyes from the laughter.

"Oh, ha ha. It's easy to laugh when there aren't huge dragonflies chasing you." He huffed out a laugh of his own. I bring myself closer to him and wrap my arm around his waist and he wrapped an arm around my shoulder in turn.

"Yeah, I know. It's fun." I rubbed it in his face.

"Well, I would never do that to you." He tries to guilt-trip me. My head immediately snaps to him. "You literally did it like three days ago." I chided him. He cocks his head to the side, thinking back to the incident in question.

"Oh, yeah, I did do that didn't I?" He realizes. "Uh, yeah." I mock in a deep voice, making him laugh. "Well, it won't happen again. I promise." He said sweetly, delivering a kiss to my forehead and then my lips, causing my lips to spread into a megawatt smile and me to swoon briefly. We continue on the trail slowly until J-Hope suddenly pulls away from me with a quickness.

"Charlotte, your arm!" He yells pointing at my right arm. I look down at my right arm in a panic to find some godforsaken insect perched on me. I scream and swat at it furiously. When I finally rid it from my body, I'm heaving with adrenaline and I look up to find Jay struggling to hold in laughter. I sigh loudly with a whisper of a smile on my face.

"What happened to 'it won't happen again', huh? You promised." I confront him, slapping his arm playfully.

"Yeah, I think I mighta gone too far with the whole promising business." He waves his hand as if to do away with the idea and my jaw drops at his bluntness. He eagerly wraps an arm around me and assures me that he's kidding and we finally completed our hike.

Hoseok even bothered to make it to the She-Bang gigs and always showed his support.

The people at the Temple nightclub were so full of life, but glancing out at the crowd to see J-Hope among them, watching with such admiration, topped playing for any audience. For once in my life, I took pleasure in singing to someone instead of singing at them and Hoseok was the reason for that.

"You guys were great Charlotte." Hoseok approaches me, wrapping me in his arms and kissing me on the cheek swiftly after we finish the set. I pull away from the warm embrace, enough to plant an innocent kiss on his perfect lips which quickly turned wanton and had each of us breathing heavily.

"You know, you don't have to tell me that every time." I say, my hands busy caressing the hair at the nape of his neck, his gripping my waist gingerly.

"Don't I though? I mean you're always so amazing, I feel like I have to." He said easily, staring into my eyes causing my insides to turn to mush. "You're too sweet." I pecked his lips and we sway to the music, one of the many things that have become natural for the two of us in the month and a half since we met.

We've grown incredibly close in such a short amount of time that it literally blows my mind. I never let people in, let alone make strong bonds with them and somehow I was the one to approach Hoseok and I'm so glad I did. He drew me to him from the very beginning and I haven't been able to resist him since. But all the while, in the back of my head is the concern that things are definitely moving too fast. Or at least faster than I'm used to.

And I can't tell if I should take it as a good omen, that things are just going smoothly or that everything is going to blow up in my face when the whole "girlfriend" question comes up. We still haven't discussed my aversion to the word or my past in depth. I all but freeze up whenever the topic of family or past relationships come up in conversation, sharing only tidbits of the memories that cause me discomfort and deal with silently on my own.

And whenever I cave in on myself J-Hope is always there to squeeze my hand or kiss me and bring me back. Because he knows I'm broken, but he won't risk making me uncomfortable for the sake of knowing me on a deeper level and I almost wish he would. I desperately want to be able to share everything freely with him as he shares so much with me, I feel like I'm not pulling my weight in this relationship.

"Hey, Charlotte. You okay?" Jay hooks his fingers under my chin and gently pulled up so that my gaze was now on his curious face and not on the dance floor.

Right on time. J-Hope to the rescue.

I smile tepidly. "Why do you put up with me?" The words escape my insolent mouth without my permission. My eyes widen at my own bold statement, but I realize I'm actually desperate for an answer, I need one.

"What?" J-Hope's brows furrow, his eyes narrow curiously and his head cocks to the side. I was quick to reply, just looking for validation at this point and a sign that I wasn't wasting both our time.

"Why do you want me?" I pull him closer than the PG distance we've kept before and look him in the eye earnestly, letting him know I was looking for a serious answer that would hopefully give me the solace I was looking for.

He looks me over, still quite thrown off by the question, but gives an honest answer that makes me weak.

"Because...you make me happy." He says without a flicker of doubt in his voice or in his face, staring into my eyes fervently. I throw my body into his without warning and bury my face in his neck to hide whatever dumbfounded expression was on it. He immediately returned the strength of my embrace which gave me even more confidence.

This was the affirmation, the push I needed. It's easier said than done, but I will do what it takes to tear down this wall that is keeping me from being with J-Hope like I want to.

"You make me happy too Jay." I utter in his ear. "I want you too...You have to know that." I admit, trying to communicate that I wanted him as much as he wanted me, I just struggle to show it.

"I do now." He responded, a smile in his voice. He partially released me from our embrace to look me over again. "I should get you home now." He decided, looking over my shoulder to see where the rest of the band are stationed.

"No, let's go to yours." I rest my palms on either side of his face, sporting a familiar look of hunger. All this confessing has made me super needy. He recognizes it instantly and smirked down at me. "Sure thing, babe."

Finally, the best part of spending my days with Hoseok for these bliss-filled three weeks was what came at the end of each day. The mind-blowing sex.

Currently, I was caressing J-Hope's tongue with my own, while being held up against the stainless steel wall of the elevator of Nob Hill Place on it's way up to J-Hope's apartment. He took all of my weight, each of his hands clutching my ass firmly, my legs wrapped snugly around his toned waist as he made his way to the apartment door. He struggled slightly with sticking the key in the door and taking my weight. I pause sucking on his neck to offer a solution.

"I could just hop down, you know?" I chuckle in his ear. "Don't you dare." Is his reply as he finally gets the door to swing open.

He continued to kiss me, shutting the door behind him with his foot and carried me to the kitchen. He sat me on the edge of the counter of the island with his body snug in between my legs that were on two kitchen stools, no space left between us. I ripped my leather jacket off of my heated body and flung it across the room and J-Hope did the same with his, our lips never leaving the other's skin. That is until he removed my t-shirt, which was barely a shirt to begin with as it had an insane amount of holes to show off my lacey black bra.

J-Hope teased my nipples through my bra with his fingers whilst sucking on my neck, shoulder and chest making me gasp. As he worked my chest with one hand, the other was on my back making sure I didn't lose my balance and that he could grind steadily into my core all the while.

I was already a moaning mess when he switched positions, his mouth travelling to my breasts and his hand travelling down my stomach. I whimpered at the loss of contact when he separated his hips from mine, but he soon replaced them when he lifted my skirt, making figure eights against my clit, over my damp underwear with his fingers. I keen with pleasure at all of the stimulation and just sit back and enjoy.

"Take these off." He ordered breathlessly, tapping my pussy so I knew he meant my underwear. I untangle myself from him and lean back on the island so that I can remove my panties and I chuck those into the unknown as well. Finding my wardrobe is gonna be fun later. We resume our previous position and I spread my legs even wider for J-Hope as he collects arousal from my entrance and continued to apply pressure to my clit in circular motions. I gasp at the contact and J-Hope takes the opportunity to capture my lips in a sloppy kiss. It's like he's everywhere at once and my body can't get enough of him.

He teases at my entrance once more and groans against my mouth. "God, you're so wet."

I giggle before replying honestly, "I'm always wet for you." in a seductive whisper. I look him in the eyes wantonly as I take his wrist and guide his fingers inside of me. My eyes flutter shut as he thrusts one finger into me and then another. All I could hear was my heavy breathing and the wet sounds of his sinful fingers thrusting in and out of my pussy.

"Such a dirty girl." I swallowed thickly as his breath tickled my ear before sucking the lobe of it into his mouth skillfully. "So wet for me, taking my fingers so easily into that perfect little pussy of yours." He continued, sending shivers down my spine and more wetness oozing out of my entrance at his lewd words.

"I wonder if it can take my dick this easily." I moan at the mere thought. We both know it can, I go to say.

But I can't respond as my back suddenly arches into him and my breath hitches once he enters a third finger into the race, curling them to hit my g-spot head on, filling me up so deliciously all at once. My hole clenched around his fingers hungrily, the sweet friction it created causing me to lose my balance slightly. J-Hope didn't mind, he actually preferred it.

"Just lean back, baby." He soothed, removing his hand from my back. I did as I was told immediately, my back coming in contact with the cold marble, causing me to hiss slightly. He didn't waste any time, pulling up a kitchen stool so that he would be seated right in front of my pussy, never bothering to remove his fingers from me, thankfully. He pulled my right leg over his shoulder so that I wouldn't be uncomfortable after he stole my footrest and began kissing down my thigh, making me squirm in anticipation.

Finally, he parted my lips and began lapping at my pussy like a man possessed. I shudder, instinctively threading my fingers in his silky hair and my back lurches off the counter. "Oh, yes, Hoseok...please." Pleased with himself, he hummed against my clit and increased the speed of his fingers thrusting away inside me. His other hand raking up and down my stomach and playing with my chest, leaving scorch marks wherever they went. My entire body felt like it was engulfed in flames with the amount of pleasure coursing through it. The fire took its place inside of me, pooling in my lower abdomen like fireworks ready to explode. I found J-Hope's hand and threaded our fingers together, while the hand in his hair gripped tighter.

"Hoseok, I'm gonna cum." I choked out in gasps. "Mmhmm." was his response as he sucked on my clit, his wrist moving in a blur like his life depended on it. My back arches and my eyes roll back as the tightly coiled spring inside me had suddenly released, sending my body into shock waves of pleasure.

My walls pulse wildly around Hoseok's fingers, that are working me through my orgasm diligently. I go limp from the intense explosion of pleasure, twitching occasionally, still receiving waves of my orgasm thanks to a hard working Hoseok. I resist overstimulation, by reaching down and halting his actions. He gets the message and leaves lingering kisses on my thighs and gives the same treatment to my stomach as he makes his way up my spent body.

He finds my face, delivering kisses all over it. I finally opened my eyes to see the white spots in my vision clearing up and a happy J-Hope. I grab his face and kiss him hard, that same fire from before travelling through both of us, he returns the kiss with the same amount of adoration. I'm finally able to catch my breath and break the silence. "Thank you." I whisper, still kissing him.

"You don't have to tell me that everytime, you know." He jokes, repeating my words from earlier. "I think I do." I reply easily.

"It's not like I'm doing you any favors." He says matter-of-factly, pressing his hips to my core once again, letting me feel his boner through his pants, conveying that pleasuring me does something for him as well.

Of course it does. The saint.

I find the strength to sit up and wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him with a newfound intensity. "Let's do something about that then, shall we?" He doesn't miss a beat, picking me up and carrying me to his room. He approached the bed backwards, sitting at the foot of the bed with me now sat in his lap. I grinded down on him and lick my way into his mouth, my juices coating his dress pants and offering delectable friction against my clit. He reciprocates every single one of my actions and lifts my skirt to grope my bare ass.

"Go to the headboard." I rasped out, he doesn't hesitate to do as I say and crawls his way backwards to the head of the bed, his back to the headboard. I remove my bra and skirt so that I'm finally fully exposed and Hoseok takes this a sign to do the same. He hurriedly removes his shirt and bottoms and throws them off the bed. I crawl on my hands and knees in between his legs and lie down on my stomach when I reach my destination. My nails trail up and down his thighs, over his briefs to message his dick, causing him to groan.

I take a hold of his waistband and tug, not wanting to wait just as much as he didn't. He lifts his hips off the bed and I pull them off the rest of the way to toss them behind me. There is already a good amount of pre-come collected around the tip, just as J-Hope suggested. I take hold of his fully hard cock and spread it around even more as I stroke it from the base to the tip a few times before taking the tip into my mouth.

J-Hope gasps followed by a groan of bliss, melting into the bed. He buries his fingers in my curls, staring as I take him to the back of my throat. I stare right back, making him throw his head back in satisfaction.

"You're so fucking sexy." He moans freely.

I hollow my cheeks and bob my head up and down on his cock a few more times before I grow impatient. I release his cock from my mouth and make sure it's nice and lubricated before I place myself in his lap once again.

I run his dick through my folds back and forth, listening to J-Hope's precious whines. I allow his tip to breach my entrance and prepare to take him all the way when he stops me.

"Wait," He grips my hand that's gripping his dick. "No condom?" He gives a very confused yet somehow giddy expression. I just giggled at him as he looked on in bewilderment, thinking I'm some kind of crazy person.

"I've been on the pill for as long as I can remember. Plus I'm clean, and you're clean...right?" I gaze at him from under my lashes, expectantly. "Yes, of course." He answers in a hurry.

"Then we're fine...I trust you." I all but purred, kissing him gently. That's the first time I've said that to him and I meant it with every fiber of my being.

I insert his cock again and sink down on it inch by inch, eliciting a breathless groan from each of us at the new feeling. I don't move immediately, genuinely just enjoying the feeling of him inside of me. Nothing separating us. Hoseok seemed to be really enjoying it as well, his eyes closed, his breathes long and heavy. I wrap my arms around his neck and give him another sloppy kiss full of fondness and admiration that I hope he felt. I start to grind my hips back and forth, slow and hard, whimpering into his mouth.

J-Hope took my hips in his hands wantonly, helping me grind even harder and faster, setting an exquisite rhythm. Needing to breathe, we broke the kiss and were now breathing in each other's air with our foreheads pressed together. After a while I broke the rhythm of our thrusts and began to move up and down instead, guessing by J-Hope's downward gaze that he was now watching his dick disappear inside me.

This offered another equally delectable angle where J-Hope would hit my g-spot 9 times out of 10 and I ended up a panting mess. We each started to work up a sweat my thighs beginning to burn and slow me down. J-Hope would have none of that as he gripped my waist roughly, forcing me up and down on his cock.

Each thrust delving deeper and deeper inside of me, I could feel every inch of him sliding in and out of me easily.

"Mmm, keep fucking me like that!...Yes, right there baby." I growled up at the ceiling as he hit that spot over and over again, causing me to see stars.

J-Hope picks up the pace for the both of us, coming closer to his climax, my breasts bouncing on display for him. My walls clench around him with gratitude and I moan loudly at the change of speed. Our bodies ended up moving down the bed so that Hoseok was on his back and I was properly riding him, arching my back and slamming my ass down to meet his thrusts and gaining a lovely friction on clit from his pubic bone. I bend down and suck on the flesh connecting his shoulder and his neck that is covered in a mouthwatering sheen of sweat.

"Fuck, Charlotte. You're gonna make me cum." He husked into my ear, the sexy sound going straight to my pussy that was gripping Hoseok's dick for dear life. My orgasm quickly building up inside me with a fierceness, ready to send me flying at any moment.

"Yes, please, Hoseok. Please cum inside me." I mewled into his neck like a needy child.

"Are you sure?" He sputtered out as if we even had a choice, he was so close already. Fucking up into me on top of me fucking down onto him, our rhythm a bit out of sync, but still pleasuring the other to no end.

"Yes! I want you to come inside me. Want you to fill me up with it." I whimpered desperately, my lips up against his ear. "I want you to shoot your load inside me and keep it in me for as long as I can until it just spills out of me." My legs begin to shake with pleasure as I feel my orgasm approaching and Hoseok's dick pulsating inside of me, ready to give me what I want, but he seems to be holding back for some reason. That reason is made clear when he whispers: "Keep talking." in a heady, carnal voice that made me moan deeply.

It gives me the motivation to stave off my orgasm as well and enjoy the moment. I slow down my thrusts and grind down on him harshly, earning myself a beautifully, sexy growl from Hoseok. But he never protested so I continued to have my fun.

"I want you to fill me up with your cum so it's spilling out of me, running down my thighs and makin' a mess that I can lick off of my fingers later." I pull back slightly to demonstrate, stuffing my fingers in my mouth, lightly gagging myself with them to create saliva on my fingers that I bring down to rub my clit with all while making eye contact with Hoseok. He looks at me like I'm the devil tempting him to sin. "Fuck." He cursed under his breath. I bend back down to spew more devilish things in his ear, wondering how long each of us can last.

"Would you like that? Watching me lick your cum off my body? Or me taking it from my pussy to swallow down my throat like you came in there too? You've cum down my throat so many times, but this is different, baby." I speed up my thrusts again and so does Hoseok neither of us being able to hold on anymore.

"I want it, please gimme your cum, Hobi." He moans at the nickname. "I need it inside me, you just have to give it to me. You're being so good, lemme reward you. Cum in me 'cause you can...that's it, baby...Ugh, yeah, that's it!"

Hoseok sped up his thrusts, fucking up into me like a man possessed. And suddenly I was pinned to the opposite side of the bed, Hoseok gripping my hips roughly and pounding me into the bed without a care in the world. He finally came inside, his cock pulsating wildly, sending spurts of hot cum inside me, jolting me into my own mind-shattering orgasm.

All the built up tension releasing inside of me, dissolving into utter pleasure. As my body freezes and time stands still, I feel my pussy throb lusciously around his cock as countless waves of pleasure rocked through me. My eyes saw nothing, but hot, white light and everything seemed to disappear, there was only white noise and the intense pleasure that surrounded me.

This one seemed to last longer than normal and as Hoseok grew tired I had to beg him: "Please don't stop fucking me, don't stop fucking me, don't stop fucking me, don't stop fucking me." I chanted, near the point of crying from sheer euphoria. Thankfully he didn't stop, ever the dedicated lover, and my mind turned to mush for what felt like forever.

I couldn't tell when it all ended, but I regained my vision and was made very aware of my worn out, sore body. But my stomach wouldn't stop flexing, my body would twitch constantly and my pussy was continually clenching around Hoseok's cock, who I realize was kissing my neck. I turn my head to get his attention and he looks up immediately. We share a tender look before he gives me a long, passionate kiss.

He looks at me with a fondness when we separate that makes my heart race. "That was incredible." I say, still coming down. "You're tellin' me." he pecks my face repeatedly as he pulls out and I figured although it was the heat of the moment I'd keep my promises. I reach between my legs and collect any cum that spilled out and sucked my fingers into my mouth making seductive eye contact with Hoseok.

"You are something else, you know that?" He looked down at me genuinely impressed and...thankful?

"Of course I do. Now carry me to the shower, I'm not gonna make it by myself." He laughed, but followed through.

I don't know why or how, but I ended up letting Hoseok fuck me again in the shower. As if I didn't get enough the last two times.

His hand snaked it's way around my waist and caressed my stomach before making it's way to core. I'm helpless to stop him, a victim of my own want for him. I continue to scrub my upper body as if he wasn't trying to kill me.

As I stood there choking on my own breath, my knees nearly giving out repeatedly, I doubt whether my body can take another orgasm so soon. "Hoseok, I-I don't know if I can-." Is all I can get out when he suddenly pressed my body up against the tile, my hands resting on it next to my head.

His lips were at my ear and his erection pressed against my ass along with his calloused hand working tireless circles into my sensitive clit. "You can take one more can't you?" His husky voice rasped into my ear. I was growing weaker by the second. I find myself nodding eagerly, sighing with need. "Say it. I wanna hear you." His sexy whispers fading into the spray of the water from the shower.

"I can take it." I convince myself breathlessly as he lines himself up with my entrance and graces my needy ears with those magical words. "That's a good girl." My eyes flutter shut and I open my mouth to release a silent scream when he pushes his cock into me in one swift motion.

My nails scratch at the tile as he grips my hips roughly and forcing my hips to collide with his at a quick pace. The sound of heavy breathing and intense slapping filled the air. "Ffffff-uck, yes, Hoseok." I hiss through clenched teeth. "Oh my fuckin' God, you fuck me so good."

He laughs raggedly. "You're Goddamn right." He gives up rubbing my clit to wrap his hand around my neck and squeezes gently, sending wetness rushing down my legs. A kink that we haven't explored, but one I enjoyed immensely. I even rest my hand over his and apply more pressure. He gets the message and squeezes harder, still allowing me to breathe while I rub harshly at my clit, feeling my orgasm approaching quickly. I was so sensitive I didn't need much attention to get aroused and I don't need much to get off and with Hoseok hitting my g-spot like he was, I was a goner.

"Oh my fuck-I'm cumming. Please don't fucking stop!" I gasp out through the strong hand choking me so deliciously. I arch my back into the shower wall, causing Hoseok's hand to pull my head back so that it's resting on his shoulder and he looks down at me as we watch each other come apart. I'm blinded by that rewarding white light as I'm pushed over the edge for the third time tonight, falling into an abyss of pleasure.

"Fuck! You're such a good girl Charlotte. Can I cum inside you again, baby?" He voice was rough and dark, ready to snap at any moment. I nod frantically and mumble pleadingly.

"Yes! Please fill me up again, Hobi-Ugh!" I let out a scream/growl that echoed off the shower walls as I felt his cum fill me up in bursts, adding to my crippling orgasm. I was being shocked into silence as electricity sparked my entire body with lightning rods of pleasure. Hoseok's thrusts became sporadic, but just as forceful, sending lingering ripples of my orgasm through me as we both came down.

When he finally stilled his hips, his cock still buried within me, he removed his hand from my neck and took hold of my jaw instead, directing my face to his lips and devouring mine. I coughed when he released me, getting used to be breathing normally again. He pulled out of me and turned me around.

"Are you okay? Was it too much?" He fretted, studying my throat. "It was amazing. Don't you worry." I assure him, giving him a kiss of my own. "One of these days you're gonna fuck me to death." I laugh breathlessly. He makes a face as if he's fascinated by the idea and then bothered by it and then fascinated again. "I don't really know how to respond to that." He settled, making both of us laugh out loud.

I let him clean me up because I was too spent to clean myself after that and he carried me right back to the bed. Hoseok offered me an oversized t-shirt and some boxers of his. I didn't plan on falling asleep entirely because then I wouldn't be able to make my nightly get away that Hoseok always yells at me about the next morning. But after tonight's events, I had no choice, but to let Hoseok wrap me in his warm arms and drift away.

I wake up on my side, on the right side of the bed facing the bathroom with a sleeping Hoseok spooning me from behind. Each of his arms wrapped around my middle completely. I sigh contently before shifting to look at the window. It is still dark, the sky, a black sea, letting the San Francisco skyline light up the city for it.

Drawing my gaze lower to the alarm clock on the nightstand, I can see that it is 3:03 AM. Still time to catch a reasonably priced Uber home.

I gently take hold of Hoseok's hand attempt to unwrap it from my waist when his groggy voice travels to my ears.

"Where you off to now?" He suddenly questions, making me jump and then freeze in his arms.

"Uh, the hotel. The girls need me back for...something." Smooth.

"Oh?" He asks softly, unmoving.

"Um, yeah, they texted my phone." I rattle off the excuse without thinking.

"You mean your phone that's still in the kitchen?" He deadpans. Shit.

"Huh, um, yeah-" I cut myself off when his lips find my neck yet again and disrupt my train of thought.

"Look, whatever's going on in that pretty little head of yours, you can tell me...or don't...I just wish you would choose to stay here tonight. You did say next time. You've been saying that for weeks now...And I can make you whatever you want for breakfast...Please?" He pleads, laying it on very thick. His deep, raspy, voice mixed with the puppy dog eyes he cast down on me left me choice. I had to stay, anxieties be damned, I made a commitment to do whatever it takes to actually be with J-Hope. Even if it does seem impossible. I just wanted to please him in that moment and finally experience this for myself.

"Okay...Okay, I'll stay." I give him a peck on the lips to seal the deal and he smiles with pride. "Thank you."

"I'm just gonna text the girls, if that's alright."

"Of course." He replies without skipping a beat.

I leave the warmth of his bed to find my jacket and phone in the kitchen. It landed in the back on the floor. I fish my phone out of the pocket to find an onslaught of worried text messages from the She-Bang group chat, a few from Kyle and one missed call from Darren. I sent them a text back letting them know I would be staying with J-Hope tonight, I tell Kyle that I'm sorry for the scare, but not to wait up and I don't tell Darren anything.

I almost feel bad for doing so, but even though it's almost been a month since our argument, we still haven't completely patched things up and I don't feel comfortable telling him where I'll be tonight and I don't want to lie to him. He'll most-likely find out from the rest of the group anyway.

Immediately I receive two good luck texts from Vicky and Carrie and one text that reads "Don't fuck it up....Good luck." from Leyah.

I shake my head and make my way back to Jay's room where he's sitting up shirtless in bed, reading something on his phone. "Hey." I utter, causing him to look up.

"Hey." He beams, putting his phone on a charger before offering me one and motioning for me get under the covers. Here goes nothing.

I climb on the bed and slide under the covers towards a waiting J-Hope who was ready to wrap his arms around me at a moment's notice. Tucking my body into his, I rest my head on his chest, his chin resting on my head. I just lie there still, eyes wandering, not really knowing what to do, still feeling a bit out of place. It's one thing to fall asleep with someone, it's another to go to sleep with them.

"You've never done this before have you?" Hoseok suddenly speaks, gauging my awkwardness. I laugh bitterly.

"Hah, yes, I have...It's just been a while." He hums in understanding, his chest vibrating against my cheek.

"Well, just relax. I'm here." He assures, tightening his grip on me, somehow bringing more comfort. I take the advice and take a deep breath. My muscles untense with the exhale and I feel lighter. "Thanks, Jay." I whisper.

"Anytime, Charlotte...Hey, where did Hobi come from?" He blurts out as if he'd been pondering it since he heard it first.

"I have no idea." I answer, my shoulders shaking with embarrassed laughter.

"Hm. Wherever it came from, you should call me that more often." He hums pleasantly.

"Deal...As long as you call me 'your dirty girl' more often." I bargain sheepishly, my face delving deeper into the crook of his neck.

"Oh, you got yourself a deal, babe." He plants a kiss in my mess of curls and I feel my eyes flutter shut once again.

+++++++++++++++++

The next morning, I'm automatically missing the presents of J-Hope's body next to mine. Then my nostrils are made aware of the mouth watering scent of, what I assume to be, pancakes, bacon and...eggs. I stretch out on the bed similar to how a cat would and make my way to the kitchen where I find J-Hope working his way around in only sweatpants. Good lord.

"Morning." I made my presence known, entering the kitchen and approaching his toned body. I hugged him behind, wrapping my arms around his middle and squeezing lightly. I'd always wanted to do that.

"Uh, it's noon, sunshine." he laughed as he flipped yet another pancake. There were like 15 of them piled high on a serving plate on the counter and numerous strips of bacon and eggs next to that. I just ignore his tiny dig and prove him wrong.

"No, I think you're the sunshine in this scenario." I come to stand next to him and watch him give a cheeky smile at my words. I'm guessing he couldn't come up with a witty comeback so he just bent down to kiss me warmly. I could get used to this.

"How did you sleep?" He asked, focusing back on his flipping and I make myself comfortable on a nearby stool. "Like a rock." I realize, aloud. I didn't have any dreams of any kind, I didn't stir whatsoever and I feel refreshed. That doesn't happen to me. "I haven't slept that well in a long time, actually." I share another epiphany.

J-Hope looks over his shoulder at me knowingly, almost as if he were saying "I told you so." with his eyes.

"Oh, shut up. That has nothing to do with me staying over here." I argue immediately knowing that it was a lie, I was just too stubborn to admit it.

"I didn't say anything." He chuckles innocently. I watch as he pour more whipped eggs into another pan on the stove. "You don't have to make too many eggs-" I go to warn him so that he wouldn't waste food.

"I know, you don't like them. I always make a shit ton of breakfast food to have left over." He explains.

"Okay, good. I've just hated them since I was a kid and sometimes I can't even stand the smell, it's crazy." I continue for no real reason, causing Hoseok to freeze with concern.

"Are you gonna be okay, or...?" He asks, pointing at the eggs. "Yeah, I'll be fine. I'm not allergic, just petty." I shrug.

"Cool. You know, I used to hate pickles with a passion growing up." He shares with his back slightly to me, stirring the eggs. I gasp.

"No! But pickles are so good!" I argue. "I know that now." He laughed. "Took some convincing though...and a lot of time. I used to just eat japchae in Korea. It's my favorite." Jay and I continue to discuss our favorite and least favorite foods as kids and how our habits have changed as he finished cooking and eventually served breakfast.

"Yeah, Maeve and I used to put ketchup on everything. It was gross, honestly." I laugh, reminiscing about the childhood I usually try so hard to suppress. And just like clock work, my smile fades as I'm reminded of the poor parts of that childhood and being ripped away from my best friend years ago.

"Your cousin, right?" I wince as Hoseok tears me away from my thoughts. "Hm? Yeah." I answer absentmindedly, no longer interested in the food on my plate. I push it around with a fork as Hoseok tries to engage me again. "You two were really close, right?" He continues, trying to carry a light conversation that was only making things worse.

I stare at the counter, trying to think of something, anything other than what we were discussing. "Yeah. Yeah, we were."

"We were like sisters." I utter without meaning to, words falling from my lips without permission. He nods at the statement. "Me and Dawon used to go to the Rockefeller Centre in New York in the winter time and ice skate." I smile at his memory until he brings the conversation back to me. "You and Maeve ever go to like, SeaWorld in San Diego or anything like that?"

I think back on all the trips Maeve and I actually took together. We went skinny dipping in the lake plenty of times, snuck into the surrounding country clubs to play pranks on the rich people, club hopping with our fake IDs. Almost all of them ended in run ins with the cops, but they were some of my fondest memories. No trips to SeaWorld or the San Diego Zoo existed for me or my family.

"No." I said curtly. He made a surprised face and took a moment before asking his next question. "Did your parents ever take you?" He knew he was taking a risk asking about my parents, I can tell by his teeth that begin to worry his lip immediately like he does when he gets nervous and his eyes that search my face for any signs of stress. He knows very well that they are a sore topic.

I can't begin to imagine why he would bring them up knowing this information, but I have a hard time trying to blame him or even be slightly upset at him for wanting to know more about the woman he's seeing. "No." I shake my head still looking down at my long forgotten breakfast. "We didn't really go many places with my parents." I said solemnly, hating not being able to control the situation.

"Oh...Why?" He was genuinely curious. Shocked that I actually answered a question about my parents, probably trying to see how far he can push it.

I actually thought the question over in my head, instead of just deflecting it like I always do. "We just didn't like to." I shrugged. "We didn't really get along...with them. It was always just the two of us."

"Hm, does that mean you lived together?" His tone was soothing, his eyes still searching mine for signs of retreat. I found myself being able to answer him easier after taking that first step.

"Yeah. My parents adopted Maeve after my aunt and uncle died in a car accident. She was 9 and I was 7." I say emotionlessly, still able to remember when she moved all her stuff into our house. Sharing a room until we grew sick of being on top of each other and my parents renovated the attic for her.

"I'm sorry." I see J-Hope's hand slide across the counter to cover mine. I let my eyes drift up to his which are filled with pity and it makes sick. I moved out of La Mesa to escape looks like those. "Thanks." I mutter removing my hand from his grip to throw my food away and clean my dish in the sink. I feel his presence behind me and then his strong hands resting on my shoulders, massaging gently.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." He apologizes softly. All I can do is laugh bitterly because he thinks this is me shutting down, on overload from pushing myself to answer his questions. Not yet. He feels bad (per usual) for making the broken girl feel more broken.

And in that moment, something snaps inside me. I made a promise to fight for what I have with J-Hope and before I know it, I'm spinning around in his arms and the words just go flying from my mouth.

"My middle name is Avery and I hate it." Hoseok looks confused yet please with this new information. "Okay, it sounds pretty to me." He shrugs with a smile. I ignore the compliment and take a deep breath. I'm gonna have to dig a whole lot deeper than middle names to make this mean something.

"I was born and raised in La Mesa, San Diego. My mother's name is Tanya, my father's name is Chris...I don't like them, they're cunts." I share calmly, making J-Hope flinch that I could talk about my parents in such a way.

"They didn't know how to handle their daughter being 'different'. So, they sent me away to some boarding school when I was 10." The first time they separated me from me from my best friend.

"I got kicked out of course and so they had to deal with me...when they sent Maeve to rehab they said it was my fault. That I got her mixed up in that stuff. I was only 14." The second time they separated us.

My voice wavered and cracked around the edges, tears burning the back of my eyes. I could no longer look at J-Hope too embarrassed for him to see me like this. "Hey," He bends down into my line of sight to get my attention. "You don't have to." He appeased, stroking my face. "It's okay, you can stop, I get it." No, you don't.

I don't allow myself to stop, ignoring his discouragements, I go on. "They always preferred Maeve to me, even before they adopted her, but I never held it against her...I haven't seen my parents since...since they kicked me out when I turned 18." The third and final time I was separated from my bestfriend.

"I was in an 'unsavory relationship' they claimed." I made air quotes with my hand while the other held me weight against the counter. "We started dating when I was 16 and he was 20." I could see J-Hope's eyes widen in my peripheral, but he just waited patiently for me to finish.

"They had been trying to get rid of me for years and when I became legal they didn't waste any time." I grimace at the carelessness displayed when they told me to pack my belongings and get out. Of course, they waited for a time when Maeve and I were actually apart and then attacked.

"So, I moved to L.A. with my ex-boyfriend." I still wasn't able to say his name aloud. "My parents cut me off from Maeve completely as soon as I crossed the threshold. She still lived at home and was still being controlled by them. I regretted leaving her behind and so a year later I went back to La Mesa to hopefully bring her back with me, but when I asked about her at one of the bars we frequented the-they told me...they told me she had..." I can no longer hold back the tears when I actually allow myself think about the time I wasted not going back for her when I should have and coming back home to find out that she had passed.

J-Hope pulled me into him and quickly wrapped his arms around me, my face now covered in tears against his bare chest. "It's okay, it's gonna be okay. I've got you." He repeated, planting kisses in my hair. Even in a mess of tears I couldn't stop myself from continuing, it's like my mind was forcing me to tell the story as some kind of therapy for never uttering these words to anyone but the girls before. I felt the weight being lifted off my shoulders with every sentence.

"They said she had overdosed less than a week before I returned." I sniffle, getting my breathing back under control. "It was like I felt it, like I knew she was gone...and I had to see for myself...but I was too late." Jay shakes his head on top of mine and I can tell he desperately wants to say something, but holds back.

I separate myself from him for both our sakes and lean against the counter once more. He moves with me, hands on my waist, eyes on me at all times.

"My ex-boyfriend left me three years later...and I was back to being alone again." J-Hope's face contorts with something akin to shock once he does the math in his head. Yoongi and I were indeed together for 6 years. My first and last real relationship lasted 6 years. Even I can't believe it sometimes.

"I met the girls that same year and never looked back...but it really fucked me up." I reach up to cup J-Hope's cheek, he automatically leans into my touch and looks into my eyes with some kind of new found respect. The pity still deep rooted in his gaze, but who wouldn't pity someone after that?

"I really like you Hoseok and I wanna make this work, but there is just so much you don't know." He furrows his brows and grips my hand that is cupping his face and strokes it comfortingly. "So, tell me." He pleads, a desperate look in his eyes. "Tell me anything." I sigh before my brain rattles off the things I want him to know. That I need him to know.

"I've done some questionable things for money...and am still somehow a spoiled brat, I have commitment issues-fuck I've got a shit ton of issues. Trust issues, intimacy issues, anxiety. My ex fucked me up so bad I stopped believing in love." He winced at that fact, but it's about time he heard it. If this is what sends us going our separate ways, I'll be destroyed, but happy that he might find love with someone else who can fully reciprocate.

"The word girlfriend gives me nausea. You’re the only person I let call me by my full name. You're the first person I've had sex with that I've felt anything for since him. My biggest fear is going to jail, after that it's dying alone and I really thought that was gonna be me for a long time...until I met you. You're so fucking beautiful, Hoseok. You're strong and brave enough for the both of us and I can't thank you enough for putting up with me. And if you want nothing to do with me from now on I’ll understand...I'm sorry I can't be everything you want." I became a blubbering mess back in J-Hope's arms by the end of my speech.

"Oh, Charlotte." He started as if he were scolding me. "You're already everything I want." His kind words just cause me sob harder into his strong chest.

"I don't deserve you." I whisper the familiar words to him for the first time.

"That's not true. We deserve each other." I just shake my head, knowing that I will forever disagree with his words.

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