#im also trying to slowly make my way through content because i don’t want to run out of things

[enter-drfrog]

What if I say that watching Mischief Theatre is the only thing holding my life together right now? What then?

[hxsbeens]

comfort.

pairing(s): Angel Dust x gn!reader

fic contents/warnings: probably ooc Angel, reverse comfort, i rushed the ending because i didn’t know where to go from there oops, mentions of abuse and a brief mention or two about sex, Angel’s hurt

authors note: woo first work on here :D it’s alright i guess, i haven’t properly written since like september lmao. also not proofread, although my mother did read the first few paragraphs and saw a few errors so thank you mom 🫶🏽

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your head was just about to hit the pillow when the door creaked open, making your head snap towards it amidst the darkness of the room. the clacking of heels signaled one’s entrance. they were careful, attempting to stay quiet as they navigated their way through the darkness.

of course, you knew who they belonged to—especially when you heard the quiet hiss followed by a hushed curse.

“Angel?”

the sound of your voice caused a suspension in those very same footsteps. you heard another silent “fuck” as the owner of the voice slowly turned to you.

“i-i’m sorry, sugar,” ANGEL DUST apologetically stammered, tightening the pink, fluffed out robe around his slender form. “i didn’t wake ya, did i? what’re you doin’ up so late?”

you slowly sat up, squinting your eyes in an attempt to see him through the dark room. “no…no, i was just about to head to sleep, actually.” you reach over towards the nightstand and turned on the web-patterned lamp, now able to get a better look at your better half. the very moment the room was lit to that extent, the spider instantly tensed and clutched his robe tighter to his fluff, blinking narrowed eyes to adjust them to the sudden lighting. from where he stood, you could easily see the parts of him he tried to conceal, for your sake.

one of his eyes were starting to bruise—though, from where you sat, it was difficult to tell whether or not it was already there. there’s a dark blue circle on his neck, one that connects to the curve of his shoulder. you couldn’t tell if it was a bruise or hickey. there were probably more, but the silk wrapped around his body covered what you couldn’t see.

your eyes didn’t linger long—you made sure they didn’t. you knew he’d hate it if you stared at him while he looked so - was so vulnerable.

instead, you lightly tossed the covers off you, throwing your legs off the side of the mattress. you and Angel looked at each other, and, silently, you extended your arms expectantly. he gave you a skeptical look. “what’re ya gettin’ at?” he inquired, and you could hear the hoarseness in his voice. it must’ve been a rough night for him…obviously.

“is it so bad that i just want to hug you right now?” you watched as he took in a breath — almost like he wanted to say something smart in return, something filled with his usual sass and wit. but he didn’t.

his fingers tightened around the fluff of his robe, and, with small, reluctant steps, Angel Dust dragged himself over to you, suddenly feeling a lot heavier than he did when he first got back.

once he stood between your arms and legs, he looked down at you, his forehead creasing with the furrow of his eyebrows. you could see the tears gathering at his bottom eyelids, even if he did try to blink them away before they became noticeable.

you were taken slightly aback when he dropped to his knees, having to spread them on the floor a bit so he was able to shove the crown of his head into your stomach. it didn’t take long for you to cradle his head, soothingly running your fingers through his fur. in kin, his upper arms wrapped around you, the ones lower reaching up to grasp your wrists. his touch desperate.

“we don’t have to talk about it, sweetie,” you whispered, feeling his upper shoulders shake slightly as he took in a sharp, trembling intake of breath. “we can just…sit here. until you’re ready for bed.”

he sobbed quietly in your arms. “im tired, [nickname].”

“i know, baby.”

“why’s it always have to be me he plays with? why can’t i ever get a break? it’s- it’s like he knows to only call me in when i’m finally fine!”

“i know.”

“why does-“

you silence him by cupping his face, lifting his head to look at you. his fur was getting wet with his tears, and his makeup ran with the streaks. he hiccuped, tensing for a moment. he was still so, so unused to the gentle treatment, especially after such a night.

you don’t say anything. you just stroke his cheeks, your thumbs running over the pink freckles over his white cheeks as you looked at each other. you smile as he slowly leaned into your touch, closing his eyes as he tried to savor the feeling of comfort once more. your hands were so warm, so familiar. they almost instantly brought him back from his head.

you pull him back in, and he holds you tighter, desperate — but in a different font of it.

“An-..” you pause, looking down at him carefully. this wasn’t Angel Dust with you, not right now, and you knew that. “Anthony?”

he’s silent. but his hoarse voice sounds from where his head is, his voice slightly muffled.

“..yeah?”

“i love you.”

…

“i… i love you, too, [name].”

you both sat like that for a moment; you holding and comforting him, and him embracing the affection without any comments. he wasn’t tense anymore, relaxing fully in your entrusted hold on both him, and his beaten heart. you knew he trusted you. and he knew it all the same. it was hard for him to believe, and even grasp the reality of at first, but he…sort of came to terms with it.

“i just don’t understand how someone like you could love someone as broken as me.” he once told you. and you had no doubt that he was thinking it again, right in this very moment.

you didn’t say anything about it. you wouldn’t want to bring him down again after getting him calm.

instead, you proposed, “how about we go shower? you smell like sex, and i just got these sheets washed. i don’t want our bed smelling like an asshole.”

Angel let out a little laugh at your words, finding your own distaste (or, hatred, more specifically) for his “boss” amusing. “only if you join me,” he replied, looking up at you with a smile. you smiled back. “of course. i’d be stupid not to.”

“damn right, you would.”

you laughed, and he looked at you with a love-stricken gaze. one of which you returned.

he would be alright - he knew it.

and he had you to thank for it.

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[blue-jisungs]

tattoo kisses

[ axe’s memo ! ] guys im so down bad for him it’s literally insane ?? also my first attempt at writing hickeys ig … hope u don’t die of cringe 😔 but my mother @l3visbby said issok so it shall be !!! thank u for proofreading mwah mwah

[ warnings ! ] suggestive.

[ word count ! ] +- 1k

the weather was absolutely horrendous today. you and hanbin wanted to have an outdoor date but the sun caused you two just to melt and become one with the bed. fans on, windows open, iced beverages refilled every twenty minutes.

it was so hot you barely left the bed, kicking around the sheets and all the plushies. you were reading a book and your boyfriend was scrolling through tiktok. a random playlist of yours filled his room with a soothing sound, only accompanied by the faint buzzing fans. but slowly your attention reached zero, his white tank top more interesting that whatever was taking place on the pages.

the piece of clothing revealed not only his arms but also neck and, your favorite part of his body, collar bones. and the tattoo adorning the spot a little below them.

you sighed and tried to act normal, ignoring the way his hair got stuck to his forehead.

hanbin suddenly looked up and met your eyes. you tried to keep your cool and returned to your book. but before you realized, he was chuckling and putting away his phone.

“do you want some ice cream? or something cold to drink?” he asked softly, voice low and calm. you shook your head no.

hanbin scanned your face and rolled over to your side. he accidentally nudged your arm that was holding the book, causing it to drop onto the mattress.

“good because i didn’t actually feel like standing up” he grinned and looked up at your profile before grabbing his phone again. now he was just closer to you. one of his arms went to rest under his head, flexing the muscles.

another sigh left your lips upon eyeing his tattoo.

“it’s so hot…” you mumbled and put the book on the nightstand, shaking your head.

hanbin just hummed lazily in agreement, eyes glued to his screen watching some hamster content. you bit the inside of your cheek and suddenly turned. he thought you were just shuffling around to fix your position but was taken aback when you straddled him.

“nooo, get off, it’s so hooot…” he whined, trying to act offended but fell silent when he felt your hands creep up his sides.

hanbin didn’t even notice when his phone fell out of his hand, focused on your touch. you, on the other hand, didn’t know what possessed you. you looked at his face, flashing him a small smile.

“want me to stop?” you teased, leaning closer to his face. the necklace you had on, which was gifted by him on your 1st anniversary, dangled in hanbin’s face. his eyes focused on it and then flickered to your lips.

raising his upper body, he planted a quick kiss and you felt his smile imprinting against your lips.

“take that as a no” he answered and laid back down, relaxing. his face expression was just full of smugness and you were more than determined to make him flustered.

so you rested your palms flat on his chest, placing painfully slow kisses on his jaw. then, you gradually moved to his neck, not missing a single spot. placing tender kisses on his skin, nibbling occasionally.

“ah, i think i know now what’s on your mind” hanbin chuckled, putting his other hand to rest under his head.

you just shook your head and nuzzled it against his neck, smiling. his hands traveled to your hips, giving them a soft squeeze.

“you were more interesting than the book. take that as a complement” you teased and finally reached his collarbones. placing a tender peck on each clavicle, you backed away and looked him in the eye. the playful smirk was still there.

“i’m not complaining, baby” hanbin hummed. sure, you had kissed and made out plenty of times. or you have also traced his tattoos before. but you never kissed it yet, nor…

hanbin saw the evil spark glinting in your e/c eye and frowned, intrigued.

you leaned in again and first blew some air on his tattoo tauntingly. with a corner of your eye you noticed the goosebumps appearing on his skin. with a smirk, you leaned in and gently kissed the sun, the star, the moon. you felt how his breath hitched and you used that opportunity to press your lips firmly to his skin, also gently biting down. hanbin felt your soft lips and the way your hair almost feather-lightly tickled his exposed skin. when you stopped, only to place a delicate kiss on the sensitive spot, his grip on your hips tightened.

hanbin leaned his head slightly back when he saw you ducking down to his collarbones again. the feeling of your smile against his skin made his heart skip a beat; now he wasn’t sure if the sweating was just the outside heat.

when you leaned away, at first hanbin didn’t even realize. his mind was hazy, unable to focus. only when the emptiness on his collarbones hit him, you were already kissing your way back up to his lips. occasionally nibbling against the previous spots you marked, your hands also slid up and gently grabbed his hot neck. literally hot, warmth radiating off it. then, your eyes met his… and his cheeks glowing with red shade. his pupils blown wide, lips slightly parted and puffed from biting down. and definitely no more track of that shit-eating smirk he had before.

and with a passionate kiss on his plump lips, you were done.

only when you had to breathe for some air, you leaned away and stood up.

“do you want some iced water? you must be thirsty” you grinned and before he could answer, brain taking too long to think of a comeback, you were already off to grab some for him.

and hanbin blinked slowly, his collarbones adorned with colorful love bites.

masterlist <3

taglist. @slytherinshua ,, @weird-bookworm ,, @haecien

[joannasprose]

“It’s impossible love. but you keep on trying anyways—till the feeling fades.”

angsty ellie x gothic!reader (reader being gothic has no relevance to the plot, it’s self indulgent <3) (part2)???

content: light mentions of a gothic reader, angsty ellie, unrequited love, not proof read, I think that’s it??

your hand pull against her collar sternly, you pull her closer to you, attempting to get the pin through her jacket.

“why’re you being so rough?” she says, a smile etched across her lips as she watches you fumble with the thing. sitting on the cusp of ellie old truck—you feet swaying a little, your shoes hold some weight to them—you attempt to pin the damned thing on the collar of ellie’s jacket. “It just—it won’t clip, okay! I’m trying to make you look so much cooler.”

ellie smiles at you, though, you don’t see it. she watches the creases between your brow sink carefully back into your skin, and then watches as a sweet smile conjures on your lips when you finally get it. ellie had loved everything you do; from the way you wear black from head to toe, your shoes that squeak when it rains, the smile you try to bite down in a feeble attempt to hide your teeth—it never ends up working. And the way you treat her kindly.

her heart aches with a violence. she knows you could never love her—all of it was a useless love. she watches as your hands fall to your lap, she watches the way your eyes linger on hers carefully—and she speaks: “what?” her fingers intertwine with one another, an anxious feeling creeps up skin and slowly seeps into her chest. It’s embarrassing, really. only you seem to make her feel that way.

“I’m just…thinking.” your eyes have fallen from hers, she finds herself thoughtlessly begging for them to fall on her once again. “about?”

“I want…” she watches as you struggle over your words. she has never been one to favor being left in the dark. your lack of words frighten her. “never mind,” you start, “I’ll tell you later.”

ellie scoffs, partly to hide her anxiousness, and partly because she felt an afterthought. you always told her everything. at least she hoped so.

“dude come on! just tell me.” she nudges your shoulder, you do the same to her.

“I’ll tell you later but,” you start, almost hesitant, ellie notices, “im talking to someone right now. they seem nice I think.” ellie smiles, genuinely. she knows you couldn’t love someone like her, she knows it so she keeps you at arms length. it hurts to hear you talk about someone else with love, with care because she wishes you would speak about her that way.

but dreams are just dreams and she’s alright with just being your friend.

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this one’s a little more sad! this actually reminded me that I need to make a part two of the vi one shot I made a while ago, I don’t know when I’ll get to it but I know I will soon! hope you guys enjoyed it!! 💜💜🗡️(also should I start capitalizing my sentences, is it easier to read it that way? they are very much intentional) 

[xx-narcissa]

just finished ‘kevin can f**k himself’

well i finished it a few days ago but i had to really let it marinate in my head.

overall, 7/10. i would recommend it if you like drama series or whatever. honestly idk what to compare it to because i think the show is very unique in the directing style but if anybody knows a show or movie similar to it then please let me know and hopefully i’ll be able to check it out.

more detailed review + spoilers below

okay so first impressions i really did not expect the rest of the show to go the way that it did but it was very interesting, although i will say the ending seemed rushed but im assuming that was due to the network and not necessarily the shows team.

i had a love hate relationship with allison. and by that i mean every time i started to like her she did something to make me hate her again😭 definitely i tried to be sympathetic of her situation and how it may make her act but she was still annoying at times and definitely if it weren’t for patty she would have gotten herself into a lot of trouble.

also i want to make sure i mention the directing style (if that’s what it’s called). the transitions from sitcom to drama were so great and honestly chilling. and it’s so fitting for how real life is. obviously not exactly but we all know at least one person where it’s like whenever they’re around they become the main character of some strange sitcom that’s all about them and the problems they make and how everyone else has to clean up behind them and their mistakes. if you don’t know anybody like this then i envy you because these people are draining 😭

but back to the actual contents of the show, patty definitely was my favorite character even from the very beginning. i also began to like neil in the latter half of the second season, where he finally began to realize kevin is not a true friend and wouldn’t care if he lives or dies. i think if the writers/producers had even just a little more time then they could have fleshed out that plot line even more, especially throwing peter into it as well and showing how everyone was slowly distancing themselves from kevin rather than just walking out and ghosting him, as we saw through allison’s struggles it’s not that easy whether you are a spouse, family, friend, partner, whatever.

i liked tammy and i liked her relationship with patty, trust i’ll almost always like a wlw relationship (as long as it’s not immoral in any way). however she was the same as allison in my eyes, where i have that love hate relationship with her. i appreciated that she cared for patty and made patty feel heard but i felt like tammy overstepped her boundaries way too often, just showing up and trying to push patty out of her comfort zone all the time. it’s healthy to encourage people to face their fears and whatnot but i think she just came off as pushy or possessive at times, especially when it came to allison. i understand she viewed allison as a bad influence but i don’t get why she felt so entitled to ‘protect’ patty. patty is a grown woman who has known allison for 15 years, so it was just crazy to me that tammy felt like she could come in and tell allison to stay away from patty as if she would understand their dynamic at all. and yes ik that patty and allison weren’t friends those 15 years but im still just trying to make the point that tammy was the outsider (and a fucking cop so did she really expect patty and allison to tell her every single thing all the time) so she really had no place acting that way in my opinion. she was also very rude with the whole “i don’t like you you’re not my friend” attitude. like no need to lie and sugarcoat it but you can at least fake it till you make it.

anyways enough about that i just felt a bit strongly about that point, mainly bc wlw representation is so hard to come by so i just get a bit upset when it doesn’t work well.

honestly idk why but i expected patty and allison to get together. i’m glad they didn’t though, i think they work better as friends. but also i couldn’t really understand allison’s motives at times. sometimes it felt like she was being purely selfish and treating everything like a transaction (not just with patty but with sam, diane, neil, and even kevin at times) but other times it seemed like she genuinely cared and wanted to help (mostly with patty but a little with diane and sam too). it was easy to tell that patty was genuine with allison and actually cared for her but i just could never tell if it was reciprocated so if anybody wants to give their two cents on that i’m all ears.

i wont even get into sam because i’ll get mad. all i’ll really say is i did not like his dynamic with allison at all. this is again where i could never tell if she was just selfish or actually cared about him (but with him im leaning more towards just being selfish). especially when he brought up that everything that they do it’s because she wants to. so yknow it’s whatever but i didn’t like it and this relationship contributed a lot to my dislike of allison as a main character.

i wont really get into pete or kevin either. pete is pretty one dimensional the whole time (in my opinion). and kevin was very one dimensional until we are able to see more into his destructive and manipulative side in season two, but even then there’s not much to work with until the very end (but like i said the ending needed more work so im trying not to touch on the subject too much).

i liked diane. i was confused at first bc i didn’t know that she was allison’s aunt so their relationship confused me. in the second season i definitely felt for her. the whole thing with neil caught me off guard but i guess they were both hurting or whatever. she was a fine character, not too remarkable but i didn’t hate her.

so overall, my main criticism would be the characters need work. not that they are ‘bad’ or poorly written or anything, i just don’t see any of them as necessarily relatable or likable except for patty (but that’s my opinion and you may have a different one!). and ofc i know that not every story needs to have relatable and likable characters but i think that it helps you hook and maintain an audience.

but i think that that issue definitely is squashed by the great story and direction. idk the circumstances of the show, if it was always meant to be two seasons or if they got cut short idk. if they made a third season i honestly don’t know what else they could have had happen so while i think the ending could have been fleshed out more, i don’t think there was a need for another 8 episodes. THAT BEING SAID, i did love what we were given. as mentioned earlier i loved the contrast between sitcom and drama where not only did the show change cinematically but also the characters in the scene changed the way they acted depending on if kevin was present and i think that that was super interesting and a very unique concept that i personally have never seen before. the plot line could use a couple tweaks here and there but i am no show runner or script writer so please take that sentiment with a grain of salt.

okay, this review is long enough. bye now drink water be safe and ladies carry pepper spray and maybe learn a self defense move or two 🫡

[funfetticandle]

babe wake up new hyperfixation just dropped 👹

i saw this man ONE TIME on my fyp, and he wasn’t even in the tiktok, it was in a COMMENT, but anyway i searched him up and now Welcome Home is pretty much my whole life rn (aside from rottmnt, i will never forget them, YES IM STILL WRITING FOR THE BOYS)

but like anyway since wally’s hair looks so poofy and i wanna touch it so bad have some hcs of him with a reader who loves styling hair

(also i am one of those ppl who do headcanon that wally must put like 4 litres of hairspray in his hair every morning for it to be THAT PERFECT and it probably crunches when you touch it but for the sake of these hcs it will be fluffy okay? ok-)

Fluff

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ever since you moved here, your eyes were always drawn to him.

his calm and collected smile on his face 24/7, his relaxed but proper posture, and his hair.

it seemed so poofy. you had wanted nothing more than to simply touch it, to ask him how he managed to make it look so perfect everyday

you didn’t want to come off as creepy, though, so you simply kept your mouth shut.

every time you looked at him, you had to clench your hands to prevent them from softly patting the fluff on his head

until that day

you were all on a picnic together, with you sitting down and wally lying on the blanket

you stared down at the cobalt blue if his hair, and you just couldn’t resist

you slowly stuck your arm out and weaved your fingers throughout the strands, a satisfied smile on your face as it was just as soft as you imagined

meanwhile, wally was frozen, feeling your warm hands touch his hair with such gentleness, with every passing second him melting further and further into your touch

you suddenly remembered that wally could feel all of this, so you pulled back in embarrassment, about to say sorry and run away when you felt his gaze suddenly dart up to yours

he had gently grabbed your wrist, your hand going limp in his grip

his eyes represented those of a puppy’s, half lidded and relaxed as he mumbled, “i like that. do it again for me?”

you hesitated, eyes widening in surprise, before a smile crept onto your face, your hand continuing the slow stroking motion throughout his hair

ever since then, you took every chance you could to touch wally’s floof

he didn’t mind if course, he actually quite enjoyed it whenever you reached out to pat his head

you often styled it, experimenting on the texture and seeing what hairstyles can work with the strands

you also sometimes gushed to him about how lucky he is to have his hair naturally feel that way, and he could only laugh in amusement

“It just looks so perfect! and it’s as if you don’t even try! show me your ways-”

“darling, calm down.”

also, you guys 100% play with each others hair when you cuddle

like, youre playing with his hair, so he just immediately returns the favour because he knows how nice it feels

he likes to twirl yours in his fingers, and to feel it bounce back when he lets go

You snuggled closer towards him, basking in his warm embrace as you quietly curled your fingers through his hair lovingly, the silence being oddly comforting as he hummed in content.

You felt your eyelids become heavy as you drifted off to sleep in his arms. He laughed quietly as you slumped, your hand falling down, grazing his neck. He shivered, closing his eyes aswell.

“Goodnight, darling,” he whispered.

[butterpony100]

I wanted to read your au but then i realized that there's lava

Can you explain what's the au about?

Hya there!

This ask made me realize I’ve never really advertised my au here on tumblr aside from posting the chapter links.

EverHearth is a fanfiction written by me about a post seabound/pre crystalized au where Kai is turned into an elemental (like how Nya ‘became the sea’ in seabound) and shenanigans insue.

First thing I wanna clarify, that while Lavashipping (Cole and Kai) is a main focus in this story, I intend to have all of the main 6 addressed and be the focal point of their own subplots.

So here we go!

The main plot of the au take place in a period between the ending of seabound and the start of crystalized. The big change is that we’ve already had the year long time skip from the end of seabound and gotten Nya back, but what’s different this time is that the ninja weren’t cause stealing the forbidden scroll. So while the police are looking for who did it, we have a point in the story now between getting Nya back and the ninja getting arrested, thus pushing back the official start of the crystalized plot (which may or may not change in this au 👀)

Ok that’s the technical shit dealt with, now to the lore.

It’s been a few months since the team got Nya back, and with this strange period of peace in comparison to their normally hectic ninja schedule, the team takes the time to spend it together and start taking all sorts of jobs around the continent (at least until the next big bad comes along).

During this time, all six of the ninja kinda start taking time to unpack some of their issues.

Jay almost drowned when Wojira was on her rampage and it had pretty devastating effects on his health, (not to mention uncovered some traumatic memories with a certain Jinn)

Nya is still recovering from her extended stay in the sea, with many of her memories still disorganized and blurry. She’s mostly been trying to keep an eye out on Jay out of anxiety (cause we all know what happened last time). Unfortunately, the whole mess also uncovered some memories of a nasty Jinn for her too

(NOTE: In this AU, Jay and Nya are the only ones who remember the alternate timeline)

Zane has been avoiding his issues with the never realm and the forbidden scroll for a little over a year now, still stuck with the anxiety of using his powers in fear of somehow ‘loosing control’. At least he’s finally taking the time to reflect on everything that happened with that now!

Lloyd through the course of time from all the way back to the end of MotO up to present day has been looking for any sign of his father. Less-so out of some kind of desperation to get his dad back and more-so in the ‘I’m gonna find you, beat the crap out of you, and then forcefully trauma dump everything you’ve done to me onto you so amnesia or not you know just how shit of a person you are’ kind of way. But after loosing Nya and finally getting her back, Lloyd realized he shouldn’t waste time on people no longer in his life, and focus on who he still has.

And then we get to the two ‘stars’ of the show (cough the ones I smack with the ouch stick a few hundred more times than the others)

Kai and Cole don’t directly have any pressing issues popping up as the team travels around the continent, aside from recovering from the team’s split up and getting the water ninja back.

Maybe it’s because of the combination of the absence of other concerns and the intense emotional toll of gaining back a loved one that had yet to fade, but the two slowly began to confide in eachother.

Until, of course, when shit hits the fan.

THATS ALL IM SHARING HERE FOLKS! If you want to learn more, check out the fic on AO3!

I’ll probably make a post in the future going into more detail about the OC content I’ve added into the story (mostly world building, some power system additions, and some unique background characters)

Until then, have fun!

[redheadbigshoes]

i saw a tiktok and it said basically that it wasn’t very bi to think that you will be missing out on women if u date men, do u agree? obviously ik youre not bi, but idk where else to go and i really like your blog so i thought i’d ask! i’ve been back and forth on being bi vs lesbian, i like men and women, women definitely more, but i do agree with the statement from the tiktok, i always had this feeling that if i were to date a guy i was scared to end up with him, because then i would never get to date women. overall it’s all very confusing - dating and relationships for me and i haven’t quite worked that out, i don’t really see a spouse for myself in the future, but if i were to have one i would definitely prefer a woman.

also do u have any tips on getting more comfortable with being queer, i feel like it never bothered me as much as it does recently, there’s a cute guy at my school but i don’t want anything else it’s just like i think he’s hot, but i find myself trying to like him more if that makes any sense? there’s also a cute girl who caught my eye, the point is i feel like im trying to like men so hard, i haven’t had a crush on a girl in a while mainly because i liked this other dude for a year, but now when i don’t like him anymore and i’ve been thinking about being queer more i feel like im trying to like men more recently, i also kinda feel like internally i may be struggling with homophobia. i don’t really know what to do, i watched and still do watch many queer shows, try to listen to queer artists and be around as much queerness as i can on social media, but it doesn’t really seem to help with the fact that i seem to want to distract myself from getting to a point where i am into a girl. it kinda feels isolating to think about.

sorry if this is messy, but it’s late as i write this and my mind has been messy as well. thanks for the help!

I feel like this isn’t necessarily a sign that you’re not attracted to men, but it definitely can be! This was my exact thought when thinking about dating men vs thinking about dating women. But there’s bisexuals with heavy gender preferences and some of them can have this similar mindset simply because they don’t want to date men (but they’re still attracted to them).

There’s a few things that could help feeling more comfortable about being queer, like making queer friends and interacting more with queer people (online or not). Something that can be very helpful is interacting more with wlw content specifically, like videos or through social media with sapphics who post specifically about their identity and relationships, but also watching movies/shows or reading sapphics books can help too.

Maybe since you’re slowly realizing you’re queer, you’re unconsciously trying to force yourself to like men (regardless if you’re actually attracted to them or not) in a way to avoid thinking about your attraction to women.

The things that personally helped me a lot about accepting my identity were reading reader insert fanfics pairing fem!reader with a female character and also talking with my queer friends. Having queer people around you is always very important, but especially when you’re still trying to accept who you are.

[rainofdauwuand0w0]

I sit and stop to think sometimes when i cant sleep, about the whats and the hows of everything, the whys usually escaping me.

For example my channel

My youtube channel, when i first created it, like so many others, just started out as a way for me to watch and enjoy the content of others, finding the enjoyment of those who also enjoyed games like i did, markiplier and jacksepticeye my main favorites for gaming related stuff, there were others of course but, sometimes its best to lay some parts of memory to rest and let them stay at rest. Randomly finding matpat in his younger days, and some other theorizing minds whom i lost interest and forgot over time most likely. Though i also found some other things. old game devs, playthroughs of the dev commentaries, and finding them in games myself. All these culminating in my interests of force of what i wanna do on my channel and sometimes i think about it and I get scared. But the best advice I’ve seen from this site was to do it scared, and so i have been, and slowly trying to get braver and more confident into talking into a shitty headset mic, on a computer thats being the lil dell desktop that could. And in all honesty if my desktop computer core was a thing, i would tell it how proud i am for managing what it can despite its own limitations, I am proud of it for giving me the ability to atleast get a start into all this. And so far, I have made technically two series to start off, lets start with “rain rambles”, the name i took from my own random idea for what i would call my random rambles on here originally but now it is for a video series, all about discussing my thoughts on weaponry and maps and modes in games of interest, of course it is called rain rambles so it may change over time, but for now that was the base idea, to talk about a game, mod, sourcemod, fangame, etc, and share my thoughts on the design of the stuff in it!

Then there is the kingsway game series i have started up, im gonna do my best to keep up with it atleast semi-regularly and try to keep working through things and go through the motions of trying to record the game, get to working on my confidence that a video could suddenly be seen by lots of people, even if in youtube numbers terms it may seem small, my brain imagines them in spaces i inhabit like they were over for a house part of some sort. And sometimes i overthink and go, “oh maybe tomorrow” and some days i manage it.

I hope despite the beginner quality, my videos are enjoyed, that my videos are at the very least some nice background noise to listen to and leave on while you are off doing something else, or that you do manage to enjoy my commentary, despite my shyness of irl and online being shown full force in these videos.

I wanna make videos, I wanna entertain folks, make them laugh, smile, and more. I wanna provide a space to relax, watch a video of someone playing a game for a long form, and enjoy the experience of it all.

But my youtube channel is not the only thing on my mind that cant yet sleep due to all these thoughts. It’s life, in general to a degree i think, because I think I’ve finally figured out something that scares me. I don’t know who I’ll be when I’m truly me, transitioned, in a household that I don’t have to worry about the foods and doing fractioning to ensure lil siblings get the food they need for their growing bodies. Ensuring the space of the household of downstairs, remains decent at the very least in looks and stuff, doing my best with my circumstances. I want to do a online job, so that i may continue my work on my youtube as well, my passion of creative energy going to something, somewhere, somehow, despite the feeling that the walls are closing in despite me only barely starting out adulthood, I have seen in my early age someone who became the person in the basement, playing in their room for while they didn’t do anything with all that time, looking for no jobs at the time, the scarily distance from anything but games yet no sight of anything to turn it into even just a hobby for the hell of it, to have fun with others, said person has since gotten a job and began making payments to ensure they keep their internet, so they’ve changed, but my brain has mentally exhausted and scared myself into a toxic visage of “YOU CAN BECOME THAT BUT x10 WORSE!” as if i wasn’t already on the road to being that burned out gifted kid, and yet here I am. Scared of growing up but also wanting to move on.

I don’t wanna be at my mom’s forever. Not due to societies weird obsession with instant separation of the family as they grow up past the big ol’ 20 that you now must be thrown to the wolves. But because I feel like this space holds me down in a sense, i wanna stop being the caterpillar, I wanna become the butterfly I know i can be. But rn its really hard to be stuck as the caterpillar, to be at the “just eating leaves” stage of my life seemingly, while the world around me has scary event after “moment(s) of our time” keep happening and happening, i wanna fly off to my boyfriends current place of stay and just get this all started, maybe even get this youtube thing more consistent as I will feel like I don’t have to waste energy on the most important things in my current place on the important things of watching siblings, the household, ensure that things aren’t being destroyed, make sure the lil siblings are fed for the day of lunch and breakfast, and sometimes ensuring that something is done in addition to that, like an extra chore, like cleaning a bathroom or putting away/starting dishes, and all that adds on to how much energy I’ve used in a day. So when i get to recording its hard to pull up and sit in the chair, sometimes i just wanna sit on the floor and play something else, thats where the edited videos of smaller things come in, the 2v8 dbd video was just me trying to use remaining energy to make something, to make SOMETHING out of my creativity out into the world.

[makur0]

hello can i request a scenario where kaoru's s/o (afab reader) ex keep bothering her and trying to get back to her? at first kaoru just let it slide since he thinks she can handle it well, until he can't take it no more cause her ex keep on bothering her even go far as trying to steal or touch her when he is away? one night when they were cuddling, suddenly she got a message from her ex, saying such things as kaoru is bad at pleasing his partner, and how they should get back together cause he can do more than kaoru. kaoru, extremely pissed by that, suddenly came up with a mischievous idea. he records the two of them doing sex, and taking a selfie of them naked together and showing off the hickeys he made on his partner. sending the send button of the video and pictures, he smiles victoriously. knowing that he is the winner.

I HOPE THIS ISN'T TOO LONG SKSKSK im trying to make it as specific as possible in order to not make you confused 👉🏻👈🏻

“Me, not you.”

synopsis — he’s getting increasingly irritated by your ex… so surely you wouldn’t mind if he sent something to shut him up, right? [kaoru hakaze x AFAB! reader]

content warnings — nsfw, mdni. dom! kaoru, recorded sex, pornography, penetration, jealous sex?, rough sex, creampie, breeding, squirting, overstimulation

author’s note — MMMMM RECORDED SEX- im also trying to finish all the nsfw requests before november and it seems to be going well, which is good !!

word count — 1093

KAORU WAS WELL AWARE OF YOUR EX.

But he already decided to not do anything about it. You were perfectly capable of helping yourself out, so why should he intervene? It wasn’t like he was constantly nagging at you, trying to touch you, get you to sleep with him.

Right?

Especially that one time you had to call him from work because your ex was bothering you. He came right away, sweeping you away, but he couldn’t help but want to murder that guy there and then. He’s had enough of his bullshit, to be honest.

Currently the two of you were enjoying each other’s warmth, you scrolling through your phone as Kaoru read a book that Nagisa had suggested. It was enjoyable, but all he could focus on was your furious tapping on your phone screen.

“[name]-?”

“Jesus fucking Christ!” You suddenly yelled, throwing your phone on the mattress as you fumed. “Suck on a small dick, holy shit...”

The male pulled away from you, alarmed, but you shook your head. “No, not you.” You sighed. “It’s my ex, again.”

You reached over to grab your phone again but Kaoru beat you to it, eyes flitting over the screen as he read the message.

...can do so much better, yk?

...probably has a limp dick anyways, lol

...don’t have to lie to me, i already know he’s terrible at making you feel good unlike me...

“What the fuck,” He muttered under his breath, his grip tightening on your phone. Peeping over his shoulder, you swallowed at his deadly gaze.

He was beyond pissed. What kind of a guy comes after their ex saying this shit? 

And he dissed him.

Nobody does that.

You sighed, plucking your phone out of his frozen hands. “I’ll block him now- he’s gone too far. Let me just-”

“Don’t block him.”

You blinked. What?

“At least, not yet,” He said, turning to you and slowly pushing your chest down so that you were laying on the bed. “I... have an idea.”

His grey eyes glanced at your phone before back at you, and you got the message. Oh.

“I mean,” You spluttered, your face turning a bright shade of red. “If- if it means that he’ll stop bothering me then...”

“Great.” Wasting no time he slid your shirt and bra off, playing with your breast. “Terrible at making you feel good, my ass...”

He dipped his head down to your chest, biting at the flushed skin harshly as your mouth flew open. You watched him, lightheaded, as he marked almost every inch of your skin with blossoming pink, red, and purple hickies. There was no way you were able to hide these... not that you minded, of course.

You sighed, contented, as you started to rub your sex softly. He noticed your action but didn’t bother to move it, instead helping you out by pressing his knee against your pelvis.

“I make you feel good, right?” He hissed out softly, pinching at your perky nubs as he rubbed his knee against you. “Right?”

“Oh, Kaoru~” You moaned out, your head tossed back. “You do, you do...”

His hands pulled away from your body, taking his shirt off as you got off on his knee. You shuddered, your fingers fishing under your panties and rubbing against your clit as you came close to your high. Soon enough you came with a sigh, breathing heavily.

You were already growing tired, but you knew that this wasn’t just this. As you watched Kaoru pull off his pants and boxers, revealing his hardening cock, you wriggled out of your shorts and ruined-underwear, tossing them to the side of the bed. 

He flipped you over, delivering a harsh slap to your ass which you moaned delightfully at. Even though he wasn’t recording now, you wanted to at least give your boyfriend a lewd show for doing you a favor~

Chuckling, you wiggled your ass into his pelvis, brushing his leaking sex. By now the both of you were high on sex, rubbing against each other. This was all to get rid of your ex, but you couldn’t help but think that this may as well be the best session the two of you will have...

Kaoru stilled for a minute, taking your phone and opening the camera. He took a picture of your marked up chest, but to your confusion he then set it down next to you. “That’s it...?”

He snorted, caressing your ass. “Of course not. I’m gonna fuck you for a bit and then I’ll take the video. Would it be better if you were a blabbering mess with my cum decorating you?”

You shuddered at his words, biting back a moan. “Y-yeah...”

---

“Faster-r~!”

Wailing moans left you as you held onto your drool-soaked pillow, eyes rolling up to your head as your body moved in tune with Kaoru’s brutal thrusts. The sound of wet skin slapping against each other repeatedly was prominent, just like the stench of sex. In just mere minutes he had already come into you twice, his seed filling you and decorating your stretched hole. His large hands kept your ass propped up for him to fuck into more deeply, your thighs trembling greatly.

The male groaned, grinding his pelvis against your ass as he reached for the phone again. Perfect timing.

Swiftly opening the camera up again and putting it on video, he held the phone so that your entire lower body was in view along with his cock thrusting into you, the slick prominent.

He pressed record, and immediately he started ramming into you once again. Wanton moans left you, pawing at your pillow as he continued to rearrange your insides. 

“Yes, yes yes~!” You cried out, garbled. “M’gonna cum, I’m gonna cum-m-!”

With another shriek you hit your high once again, jerking viciously as the pleasure washed over you again. But you felt something else, something weird.

Kaoru cursed loudly, pulling out of you as you jetted out clear liquid. But not only you squirted all over him, but his seed burst out and leaked everywhere, dripping down your thighs and soaking the sheets.

Holy fuck that’s hot...

As soon as the liquid stopped coming out, he slid back in and made a few thrusts before coming into you again, fresh seed filling you up. You collapsed, exhausted, as he wrapped up the video and pulled up your ex’s number.

He couldn’t help but smirk victoriously as he sent the video and picture, knowing very well that he won.

Me, not you :)

[grippingbeskar]

The Element of Surprise | Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen: The Rebels

mando x fem!reader

word count: 5.6k

warnings: ADULT CONTENT MINORS DNI (sexual intercourse mxf, marking/bruises, slight pain kink, pain after sex) swearing, general sexual content, din being hot as fuck

a/n: while I sat at home on a Saturday night and wrote the longest smut chapter I have ever written, it does make me wonder where I went wrong. or right. either way, thank you for staying with me. also please let me know if im missing any warnings, i go back through to edit but im worried im missing something so pls let me know!! :)

p.s: also just a note my spaceship knowledge only comes from me being a star wars nerd and watching the movies and shows, so it’s most likely not accurate but IM MAKING IT UP okay it’s fine

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Your first inhale smells of vanilla, and you know it well. Moving your head further into his neck, your body slowly catches up to your brain, each part of you fidgeting slightly as you wake up. You can feel the rise of his chest against you, the deep, slow breathing coming through the modulator in beat with your own. You don’t know if hes asleep or if he just sits that still all the time, but when you move your hips slightly, he groans in response, and you know hes wide awake.

“Hi.” You say into his neck, and you realise you are still straddling him, arms wrapped around his shoulders, his own holding you in position as he adjusts the ships path behind you. Unwrapping your hands, you use his chest to push yourself upright, and he clicks a final button before leaning back into the chair, helmet slowly scoping you up and down.

“Hi.”

“You should have woken me up. I would have done that.” You tilt your head back to the control board. You are in desperate need of practise, the small movement you did last night a baby step in the right direction.

“First day and you’re already sleeping on the job.” Your head shifts back slightly, and your jaw opens in a little bit of shock that hes so sassy this early in the morning. At least you think it’s early, the darkness of the galaxy behind you showing no sun, but still lighter than it was on Ryloth.

“Hey! You told me t-“

“Shh. You needed sleep. We have plenty of time to practise. At least two days before we reach the next planet.” One of his hands come under your chin to shut your jaw before you can bite back, so you roll your eyes instead. You turn to look behind you, getting a good picture of the absolute emptiness of the galaxy. At least there’s no chance of you hitting anything out here.

“Where’s Grogu?” You turn back, relaxing your hips on top of him and his hands drop to them, holding you in place.

“The hull. Still sleeping, its early.” You just nod, trying to think of something to say, but all you can concentrate on is how hard is he underneath you, both of you still unsatisfied from last night.

You are insatiable when your around him, and the only reason you didn’t jump him as soon as you got him alone last night was because you don’t think you had a proper sleep for two days and the intensity of your ‘brush’ with death knocked you out cold. His hands stay on your hips, gripping you tightly, just enough that it wouldn’t leave a mark, but you want him to, so you grind against him, feeling his thumbs dig into the sharp bone. You moan in response, and he gets the message, holding you tighter, slowly dragging you up and down against him in small movements.

“Fuck, Din.” You never get tired of saying his name, and saying it here, when hes making you feel so good like this, you don’t think you ever will.

“Sh-shit. That feel good?” He drags you up and down again, harder this time, the pressure against your tight core so hard its almost painful, but the pleasure is too good to think about it. You nod, and another moan is drawn from you, that familiar feeling bubbling under the surface.

“Yeah, I know baby. You know how much I missed you? Missed this?” Your eyes flutter open and hes only looking at your face. If you weren’t feeling so fucking hot right now you might have been embarrassed, but you’re so comfortable with him you don’t think there’s anything you wouldn’t let him do right now.

“Tell me, please. Din.” He sets a deadly slow pace, loosening his grip just slightly so you can move and put his rock-hard cock right against the small bundle of nerves and you jerk against him, his hands tightening again.

“Couldn’t help myself when you called. Looked so fucking good touching yourself, just for me.” He moans and leans his helmet into your chest, your hands coming up to grip the sides as leverage. You’re panting and you can’t focus on anything, all your energy devoted to feeling him. “Got me hard from miles away, nearly came straight back when you hung up.” You regain enough consciousness to register the words, and your voice cracks as you reply.  

“Really?”

“Yes, cyar’ika. I would do anything if you asked me to.” The desperation in his voice, how his breathing stutters when you grind down on him – if you’d known you that you would have locked the doors and kept him here forever. Now that you know what that name means, too; Maker. You cry out as you get closer and closer. You can feel how hard he is, every move he drags you through a slow torture for the both of you.

“Din, I want to feel you.” You moan and drop your forehead to the top of his helmet, the weight of your head suddenly too heavy to hold on your own.

“Not -ngh. Not yet. I want you to make yourself cum like this. Its a-all I could think about, being in this chair. Underneath you.” You let out a shaky breath and try to concentrate on the movement of your hips, but your body is heavy with lust. Luckily Dins strong hands aid you more than enough to lead. The delicious feel of him running along you only makes you hotter. Every time you’re with him is better than the last, a whole new kind of sensation taking over your senses.

“Good girl. Use me, come on.” He encourages, his hands digging deeper into your hips, and you whimper at the thought of the marks they will leave tomorrow. “Is this okay?” Whispering through the modulator, your heart thumps in your chest. Even like this, both of you so incredibly close, he still checks in with you, clearly aware of how hard hes holding you.

“Y-Yes. I want to see it. Harder, Din.” He obliges, grinding you down with his hands. Your eyes squeeze shut and your entire body tenses with pleasure, tingles shooting up your spine and filling your lower stomach. When you whimper again, he laughs under you, short and dark.

“You like that, huh? You like that your gonna see exactly where my hands have been. Exactly where I held you when you came.” You cry out, his name coming out in the midst of a bunch of curse words that didn’t make sense. “You close, baby?”

You were a whimpering mess, the only reason you hadn’t come yet was the torturous pace he set was slow and hard, stoking the fire inside of you just enough to edge you, and he knew it.

“Come for me, then.” His low, deep voice fills your ear and his hands move your hips faster. It only takes a few beats of that incredible pace for you to explode, throwing your head back, Dins quick arm behind your back the only thing that kept you on the chair.

His other hand kept its hold on you, pushing you through your everlasting orgasm. Your abs tense furiously and your whole body is shuddering – you’ve never felt this fucking good in your entire life. Every part of your body is alive and electric, and when you finally come down you are gasping for air in the small space between you both. His other hand comes up to lift your head on his helmet.

“I want to kiss you so bad right now.” You say as your lungs stop burning and oxygen returns to your brain. You blink your eyes at his visor, and your eyelashes brush against the inky black. He ‘hmm’s in response, so you bring your hips down on top of him again with a little bit of force, both of you jerking into the action, him still hard as fuck under you. Instantly you know what you want, shimming out of his grip to get on your knees in front of him.

“Baby, I-“

“Let me. I want to.” A low groan comes from the modulator, and he physically rips his arm off the chair, seemingly fighting himself to lean forward and cup your face.

“Believe me, I want that so badly. I-I dream about it.” Your eyebrows come together in confusion. “But if I’m not inside of you right now, I don’t think we will ever leave this ship.” He gently pulls you by your face back onto his lap, the contrast of his touch from just minutes ago sending a new wave of shivers down your spine.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” He laughs lightly underneath you, and you don’t waste a second, hands working to remove the belt holding up his pants. The buckle loosens and you throw it somewhere behind the chair, next trying to figure out the armour. There’s so much beskar you can’t find any part that looks like a zipper. Or buttons. Maker, why the fuck is this so complicated?

You look up at him, but he just leans back, both his hands coming up behind his head, content to watch you struggle. Seriously? He looks so cocky, his head slanted slightly looking down on you, and if you weren’t so desperate right now you would register how sexy it looks.

Its his turn to struggle, you think, so you stop trying to figure out the pants, instead running your fingers down his chest, starting in the centre, tracing the lines of his complicated set up until you reached his cock. You could feel it throbbing through his pants, and your palm applies just a little bit of pressure. The choked gasp that comes from him feeds your ego, and you push harder against him, flicking your hair to the other side of your head and looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“Something wrong?” You ask innocently, and you can hear how much hes struggling to breath under your hand’s movement. You apply more pressure, wondering if he has the same register for pain and pleasure as you do. You remember that moment on the ship just before he left, and you follow your curiosity.

His breath is short and uneven, the modulator amplifying every tiny sound he makes. It gets you so wet that you almost let your spare hand drift down to your underwear, but you want to focus on him. You wish you could feel him in your mouth, you would make him feel so good, but this is the next best thing, and you’re going to make him feel as hot as he makes you. You can feel the outline of him against your palm, so you wrap your hand around him, tight. Another choked gasp comes out of him, but he hasn’t said anything, so you keep your grip where it is and move it up and down his length. The evidence of your own orgasm lines his pants, making it easier for you to slide your hand along him, and when you reach the tip of him, his hand flies down to catch your wrist.

“Fuck. F-fuck – I’m going to cum if you-“ he forces himself to take a breath “if you don’t stop. I need to fuck you, please.” He takes the initiative, ripping the seam of his pants and shoving them down his thighs, and you smile up at him, happy with your work. You run your hands along his tanned legs, and you want to take your time to worship every part of him. When you finally see his cock come into view, your mouth actually waters. The tip is red and already beading with pre cum, and you bite your lip, looking back up at Din.

“C’mere.” He mumbles, still breathless. You shuffle up to him and realise you still have your underpants on. You reach down to move them out of the way, but Dins gloved hands beat you to it, tearing them in half and discarding the pieces over his shoulder.

“Din!” As hot as that was, you only have a limited amount of clothes. “I only have like five pairs with me.” You laugh against his helmet, clearly not that upset.

“Don’t wear ‘em. You don’t need them.” His voice is still that deep pitch, seductive and rough. The lights in the cockpit paired with the lights from the stars outside illuminate you both enough that he can’t take his helmet off without you seeing his face, and as much as you want his mouth on yours, once he finally fucks you, you don’t know if you would be able to control your eyes enough. He knows this, you think, which is why he just pulls you closer, discarding his gloves so he can touch you.

He slides into you with ease, and there’s still a tinge of pain as your body adjusts to him again. He sighs, and it matches yours as you both melt into each other, your entire body relaxing around him. One hand gets lost in your hair, the other wrapping around you, pulling you into him and holding you in place.

“How does it feel?” He asks against your cheek, and you tighten around him, causing him to almost growl, a feral sound ripping through his body. You can feel it vibrate through his chest.

“So good, Din. Sososo good.” Mumbling a string of words, he takes the hint and moves, pulling out of you halfway and gently thrusting back into you.

Its not enough, and you push up on shaky legs, letting yourself drop down, sliding from tip to base, your ass smacking against his thighs.

“You want it harder, princess?” He calls you so many names, each one having a different effect on you. You nod unable to form a word as he slams his hips up into you, hitting a spot you have never felt before. “You just had to ask. Ill fuck you nice and hard. Give you what you want.”

He always would. He slams into you again, and again, hitting that spot each time and your eyes roll back into your head. He sets a fast pace, the explicit sounds of your ass smacking against him only adding to the sensation. He says your name once, then again, and grabs your face, not stopping his brutal thrusts as he forces you to look at him through the visor.

“Tell me who’s the only one that can fuck you like this.” He grunts, each time he slams into you your heads knock together slightly.

“You! Din- fuck! No one but you.” You have no idea how you manage the words, Dins hand wrapped in your hair pulling slightly, just enough to feel the pressure of it. Your hands scramble over his chest and back, desperate to find something to hold onto, but Din lets go of you for a second and releases whatever was holding his armour on his chest and back, exposing the skin you missed so much. Instantly your nails dig into him, and his arm returns to your back, keeping you upright while he fucks you, hard.

“I’m gonna fill you up so good, cyar’ika.” You were drunk on this feeling, the feeling of him inside you, how hard he was slamming into you, the moment you felt him finish inside you, you knew you would follow.

“Please, pleaseimsocloseDin..” Hes moaning in your ear, and your surprised you can hear him over your own, practically holding back sobs as he stretches you so good every thrust, your entire body sparking with electricity.

His thrusts stutter only twice and you feel him fill you, his hips jutting as he tries to keep his pace for you, but he doesn’t have to try long as the sensation of him finishing inside of you is your own undoing, and you both grasp onto each other, shaking with each other’s pleasure.

You scream out his name and he groans out yours, the pace of his thrusts slowing as you both ride out your highs. Eventually his hips stop, but he doesn’t pull out of you. You don’t want him to, and you slump against his body, taking the same position from this morning as you slept, your head nuzzling into his neck.

“Close your...” Hes so out of breath he doesn’t finish the sentence, but you know what he means, the hiss of the helmet being detached sends your body into a whole new kind of alert. It drops to the floor and instantly his soft hands are pulling your lips to his.

The kiss is slow; beautiful. His lips move against yours at a bruising force, but he moves at no hurried pace. It’s perfect, and exactly what you needed to bring you back to earth. You both pull away, only because the burn of your lungs reminds you that you actually need to breath, and its suddenly an inconvenience, given the choice you would gladly choose his lips over your need for oxygen.

“Your fucking perfect. You know that?” Hes still close to you, his hair tickles your damp forehead.

“Cyar’ika.” You say to him, and it feels right coming out of your mouth. You can feel his smile, your lips brushing against his teeth as he does so. You wish you knew more words in Mando’a so you could make him smile like that forever.

“Sounds pretty when you say it” he says against your mouth, greedily kissing your mouth, biting your lower lip before pulling away. “You feeling okay?” His hand rubs soothing circles on your lower back, and you feel his head drop to examine the marks he left on your hip, fingers brushing over the sensitive spot, and you suck in a breath.

“Sorry. Sorry.” He kisses your nose and then your lips and you shake your head.

“Its fine, just fresh. I like it. I’m good, promise.”

“Good.” He starts kissing your neck, and you sigh into his touch, his hands underneath your shirt freely exploring the still covered skin.

“You know what you said about ‘never leaving this ship’?” he mumbles a reply against your skin, and you laugh. “Well, I will never let you leave again if you keep going like that.” He laughs and leaves one long kiss on your jaw before leaving your skin. You keep your eyes closed as he lays back, and its then that he slips out of you, slowly. Din adjusts his pants so that they come up over his cock, discarding the rest of his upper body armour to the side and pulling you against his bare chest, your head tucking under his chin. “I’m serious. I’m not letting you leave again.”

“You’re the captain. I guess I have to listen to you.” The honey laced voice fills the room and its the first time since hes taken his helmet off that you appreciate it, wanting to always take the time to remember what he sounds like.

“Yup. I’m going to tie you up and keep you in this chair.” That sounded a lot dirtier than you meant, but he just laughs.

“That doesn’t sound too bad.” He says into the top of your head, planting a sweet kiss there. Your eyebrows shoot up, but you can’t move your head for the risk of seeing his face. “I can hear you thinking. Get your mind out of the gutter.” You huff and he laughs again, moving you with him as he does.

“You started it.” Another mumble to the top of your head is all you get, and as the ship buzzes around you, you think you would have fallen asleep had you not slept for so long the day before. “Two days till the next planet, right?” He nods against you. “Where are we going?”

“Corellia. Need some parts for the ship. Next targets there too.” You nod against him now, and its nice to know you have a bit of time with him before he leaves again. “You can look it up in the book, but its – safer. You can come with me, and the kid. If you want.”

“Of course I do.”

“Might be a couple days.”

“I don’t care. I want to.” You wrap your arms around his back, trying to get closer to him. Now that he wasn’t inside you, nothing seemed close enough.

“Okay. Then you’ll come.” He kisses your head again. “Get some more flying lessons in before we land, too.” Your heart warms, him just as enthusiastic to teach you as you are to learn. “You can’t try to sleep with your instructor every time, though.”

You slap his chest and laugh, him trapping your hand and bringing it up to his mouth to kiss it.

“Why not? Worked well for me this time.”

“Mhmm. It did. Just have to test it again, then.”

“Now who has their mind in the gutter?” you tease, and he squeezes you in his arms. This is what happiness feels like, you think. Being squished in Dins arms, planning your next few days together, the kid giggling behind you outside the door.

Wait.

“Grogu!” you shout at the same time Din does.

“Kid!” He goes to spin the chair, but you frantically whack him.

“Din! Pants!” he says nothing for a second, then you think he realises.

“Im wearing pants.” His tone is flat, clearly confused. Maker...

“No. Me. No pants. Underwear in half on floor. Stick with me, please.” A quiet ‘ohhh’ comes from him, and he kisses your forehead before flipping you so you are on the chair. You can hear his footsteps leaving the cockpit as the door shutters open, picking up the kid in one arm, his helmet and armour in the other.

“Come downstairs when you’re ready.” You respond with a quick ‘yep!’ wanting Grogu away from the door as soon as possible, the embarrassment eating you up inside. You know all parts of this place are soundproof, and the door won’t open for anyone but Din, but you don’t want to scare the poor little guy. As Din leaves, you hear him mumble the words ‘lesson’ and ‘poor timing’ to Grogu, and a little of your embarrassment is subsided with the knowledge he wouldn’t have been able to see anything, Dins calmness confirming it.

You go to stand and immediately fall on your ass, your legs giving out underneath you. A slight pain shoots up your inner thigh, and you hear Dins voice call out your name.

“Im good! It’s fine.” Damn, he really did a number on you. As much as the pain is ever present as you push yourself off the floor and hobble down the hallway to your room on the right, you can’t wipe the grin off your face. It’s a good pain, and you hope it never goes away, a physical reminder of what you did just minutes ago. As you slide into a new pair of shorts, your fingers brush over the small, finger shaped bruises that frame your hip bones, flinching under your own touch. A purple hue sits under your skin at the points of contact, and you shift your shorts, so they don’t touch, not wanting to ruin the shape of them. Running your fingers through your hair you exit the room, taking a moment to look back, your heart swelling at the memory of the first time you saw it.

You pass the cockpit, going to head down the ladder when the door opens automatically. You stop, turn to face it and stare. How did it open? You take a few steps back, watching the doors come together, the light from the cockpit fading and letting the hallway fall into darkness again. You take two steps forward and they swing open again. Huh. He mustn’t have changed the doors back, usually they only opened when he was here. You knew he changed the security system when he left, but you assumed he would have switched it back. You hear the familiar clunk of his footsteps up the ladder, and you stay standing in front of the open doors.

“They open for me now.” Stepping out of the way again for a demonstration, you jump back in front, watching them slide open without hesitation.

“Yeah. Kept it like that, its easier.” He steps past you, and gentle hand coming on the small of your back to move in, strapping the kid in his seat.

“Huh.” He obviously doesn’t think that’s a big deal, and maybe it isn’t compared to what you were doing this morning, but your stomach fills with butterflies.

You know how paranoid he is and living for so long on his own you wouldn’t think he would factor in anyone to his life, let alone his ships security systems. You had no idea what you were both doing, every time you were together your crush on him only grew. You didn’t just fuck, what you shared was special and intimate, it had a substance of something behind it, you just weren’t sure how mutual the feeling was, but this was his version of telling you. Him cleaning out that room for you was the first, and now you can come and go as you please, knowing to add automatic features to one door would add them to everything.

“You...okay?” He looks over at you from the kid’s chair, and you realise your still standing in the doorway. You nod and go to take a step, using the doorway to support your still sore legs. Faster than you can process, Din is at your side, one hand on your ribcage. “What’s – Did I do something?”

“What? Oh! Well technically, yes.” You smile at him and he huffs out a breath. “Nothing bad though. Just a bit sore.” He doesn’t leave your side until you flop down in the chair, realising hes led you to the pilots chair, and he is not underneath you. “Wait, you’re not going to help?” He leans on the chair next to you, the kid happily gurgling behind.

“I’m right here, but you don’t need my help.” The confidence in his words almost makes you believe him. “Besides, you find something to hit out here, and I’ll give you ten credits.” You roll your eyes and look out to the open space; you can’t even see a hint of a planet. You know hes right. Taking a deep inhale, you can skip the first few steps of your last lesson, already committing them to memory.

“Okay.”

“This here is the navigation lock. Set any co-ordinates using these knobs here-“ He points out the screen and three knobs lining the side of it “-and she’ll take you there. Then its just a matter of controlling speed and altitude. It’ll keep you on course, but you can always manual override.”

“How do I do that again?”

“Just start steering, it breaks the auto system.” Leaning forward, he reads you out some co-ordinates, and you check against the altitude to make sure everything matches. “Now check these. Fuel gage- “he taps the green circle above your head “- and oxygen level.” Both arrows were pointing in the green sections, so you assume that means they were good. He goes through a few of the other buttons above your head, one to a small microphone allowing you to contact other ships, another that neutralises oxygen in the cockpit. “Any questions?” You shake your head and swallow. You don’t have any questions, that was true, but mainly because you think you forgot everything he said the minute he stood up and came behind you to show the buttons on the roof. His helmet loomed over your shoulder, you could see the reflection of him in the glass in front of you, broad shoulders nearly doubling your size. “Good.”

You move, adjusting the touchpad, dragging your finger over the side and the speed picks up. Its less scary this time, and you know you’re in open space, so you let yourself apply a little more pressure. You check the gages, buttons and screens around you, asking Din when you see one you don’t know. You check the altitude again, the nav systems all blinking green, and you feel a slight pull to the right, your hand going to reach for the manual direction when a gloved one stops you.

“It’s fine. Look.” You stare down and see the flight pattern on the tiny screen, seeing your slight right on course.

“There’s a lot less actual flying than I thought.” Sitting back in the chair, suddenly out of things to do. Din doesn’t move from behind you.

“She pretty much flies herself. Smooth, right?” You nod. It really was; the buzzing of the engine no longer vibrating through your feet as you glide through the atmosphere.

“How long have you been flying?”

“Since I was a kid. When I was picked up as a foundling, they taught me to fly as part of training. I’ve only had the Crest a couple of years, though.” Hes only opened up about his past a handful of times, and you soak in every word. Training that young, sounded kind of sad, but you guess it wasn’t really that different from you, your earliest memories training your sensitivity to the Force with your father. It also wasn’t that different from how you were training the kid now, even though you weren’t exactly sure how old he was.

“How fast does it go?” You ask, him laughing in the dim light. He takes a breath to say something, but suddenly a ship appears out of thin air, and you have to move fast to slow down, the engine groaning under the sudden break.

“What the fuck was that?” Your ship comes to a complete stop and hovers in front of the fighter jet. Rebel colours stripe the outside of it, the orange and yellow a beacon against the dark space.

“Just fighter jets coming out of hyperspace. They’ll pass, unless they’re on patr-“ Hes cut off by the blinking light coming on next to the microphone. You both look at each other, then back at the light. “I’ll do the talking.” You nod, sinking back and letting him reach over to click the speaker. “This is Razor Crest. Is there a problem, officers?” Static breaks the silence and an unfamiliar voice comes through.

“We noticed your transponders’ not omitting.” They sound young, but not angry. Hopefully that’s a good sign.

“Yes, I’m pre-empire surplus. I’m not required to run one.” You have no idea what this means but he seems to know what hes talking about.

“That was before. All aircrafts are required to run one now.” Your head looks up and your clearly worried, but his hand rests on your shoulder, his thumb drawing small lines along your collarbone.

“Thank you for letting us know.”

“No problem.” The transmission cuts out and you sigh. That was way easier than you thought. You sit up, ready to move the ship again but they haven’t moved.

“Just one more thing.” Comes through the microphone, and Din lets out an annoyed sigh. “We need you to send us a ping.” You both look over at Grogu, who sits behind you, distracted by a ball.

“Uh, I’m not sure I have those systems online.” You turn to face him, watching his body language and trying to figure out what he wants to do.

“We can wait.” The voice says. These guys aren’t half as scary as the Empire, but you could still get in some trouble, not knowing what kind of debts Din has to pay, and your slate isn’t exactly clean with the Rebels either. That’s not even thinking of the kind of trouble Grogu would cause. Din stands there in silence, shrugging at you. He hasn’t moved, clearly not interested in giving them what they want, and he lies.

“Yeah, doesn’t seem to be working.” If you weren’t so stressed you would have laughed, a small smirk coming across your face, and Dins hand comes up to touch the side of your mouth, holding your eye contact.

“Then you’ll have to come with us to the nearest docking station to do a full sweep of the ship.” You still don’t detect any aggression in their voices, but they are definitely suspicious of you. And a full sweep of the ship? You don’t even want to know what kind of things Din has hidden in here, and the idea of anyone else invading this small space the three of you share makes your skin crawl.

You start looking at the controls, searching for an option, a manoeuvre you haven’t seen, a way out. Din leans down to your level, his whisper so low the rebels wont be able to hear it, but you do, and it sends those familiar sparks down your back.

“You want to see how fast she goes?” A wicked smile spreads across your face, and he slides into the chair next to you, strapping himself in. Silently, he points out the switch you have to flick, and you nod, one hand on the chair preparing to be shot back.

“You need to come with us. Pulling up to engage exterior lock.” The fighter swerve’s to come up next to you, but as soon as you see the opportunity of open space you don’t waste a second, flicking the switch sending all three of you whirring into hyperspace, the Rebels never even having a chance.

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[iwadori]

are you going to do a 'when the haikyuu boys make you insecure' part with Iwaizumi / could I request that?

When they make you insecure part 6 (Iwaizumi,Matsukawa)

Part 1 Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5 Part 6

Word Count: 2.8K

Genre: Angst, Fluff

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AN: Did I embedd myself in this story? Yes, yes i did. :3 (it’s only a small part dw loool)

Iwaizumi

One day when you were walking to the gym to go see your boyfriend  

You overhear him and the team talking about some instagram girl

“She’s hot” you hear Boktuo yell doing a hoot as he fawns over a picture, with the rest of the guys agreeing.  

“What do you think Iwaizumi?” Hinata ask  

“She’s cute... I guess?” the rest of the guys, grunt in disagreement at Iwa’s lack of drooling over the girl.

“Well I see why you wouldn’t want her Haji-kun,” says Atsumu “you are into the more simple girls bro”

“Simple?” Iwaizumi questions, and the rest of the guys agree

“Yeah simple, you know Y/N... she’s simple” says one of the guys, with the word ‘simple’ rolling off their tounge with a tone of disgust.

“I guess your right guys...” Iwaizumi says “Y/N is pretty basic and simple but-”

You leave the gym before you hear what the rest of them had to say. When you got to your house you bolt straight to the mirror, you look at your outfit and frown. You never thought your style was ‘basic,’ to be fair you wouldn’t describe anybodys style as basic or simple. Of course, you weren’t like those instagram influencers, that wasn’t your thing. But Iwa has known that about you for years... but I guess that’s not what he truly likes.

You go to your closet and take out all the contents, just tossing all your clothes (even some of your favourite items ever) and dashing them in a black trash bag putting them to the side. You were already on a mission to buy a whole new wardrobe, going through all different stores and looking on pinterest for inspo.

You didn’t really talk to Iwa for the rest of the week, since you wanted him to see you in your ‘new form,’ you weren’t being radiosilent but you didn’t initiate any hang outs with him or face time calls (which he did find slightly odd, but didn’t think that much by it.)

Finally, the clothes came and you were kind of shocked at how much you ordered you spent over £200 on clothes from all different places. When you were trying them on, you liked some of them the ones that were kind of similar to your past style but not so ‘simple,’ the others you kind of frowned at since it definitely didn’t feel like ‘you’ at all. ‘This is for Iwa,’ you reminded yourself as your forced a smile on your face analysing yourself in the mirror.

You had everything sorted, your wardrobe was now changed and done the colours and styles you once wore before is now the complete opposite. You invited Iwa over, hesistantly waiting to see how would he react.  

When you hear your door knock, you rush over to open it and model a pose you saw one of those girl do trying to look as natural as possible.

“Hey babe ho-” he says, with his eyes widening seeing your new look “Woah Y/N!”

“Hey Haji..come in!” you exclaim with a beaming smile pulling him inside to the couch. “So, are we going to continue watching the crown, I watched the previous episode and god prince phillip is such a dick.”

You look over your shoulder and see Iwa still standing in your entranceway a bit awkwardly, looking a bit stunned. “Come sit down then, we’ve got an episode to watch.”

“uh oh yeah, sure” he says blinking, following you to the couch.

You got through atleast 4 episodes together, you barely talked as you were really engrossed in the show. Iwa was barely paying attention, he was too busy questioning how you were acting. This definitely wasn’t the girl he knew, even the way you were acting whilst watch the show was odd. The way you’d cutely giggle and ‘sublty’ look over to him whilst laughing at a funny part of the show instead of just doing your usual obnoxious laugh that he loved to hear.

“Oh Y/N, I’m going to go to the bathroom.” he says standing up, you don’t reply you just wave your hand in acknowledgement.

On his way to the bathroom, Iwa nearly trips on a black bag left outside your bedroom door. He opens it, and mildly gasped when he saw all your old stuff jumbled up in there. He picks up the back and goes straight back to the living room and stands in front of you.

“Haji, what are you doing you’re blocking the TV” you complaining trying to see what’s happening behind him.

He drops the black bag infront of you and you internally curse yourself for not moving. You stare at him waiting for him to say something.

“Well whats this then.” he says looking down at you, almost like a disapproving dad.

“Clothes.” you say smartly, knowing what he was asking.

“You know what I meant Y/N, why are all your clothes in a garbage bag.”  

“Because I wanted to put them there,” you wanted to seem as nochalant about it as possible as if putting all your clothes in a garbage bag doesn’t make you feel sad.

“Yeah but why?” he says sitting down next to you.

“Just because I wanted to” you reiterate “what else do you want me to say?”

“Well this isn’t like you, its just a bit random Y/N” he says

“I know this isnt like me you” you spat, standing up “Isn’t this what you wanted anyways.” You head to your bedroom picking up the bag with you, with Iwa hot on your heels.

“What do you mean this is what I wanted?” he says in disbelief “When did I ever say that?”

“It doesn’t matter” you mumble, you start to aggressively take our your old clothes and shove them back into your wardrobe whilst Iwa is just talking. You’re not really listening to him your just putting the clothes back.

“Y/N Stop!” he yells kind of knocking you out of your ‘trance,’ “what is going on with you?” he grabs you hands and pulls them down stopping you from what you were doing and he winced at seeing your tear stricken face.

He gently pulls you into his arms sitting you both on your bed, waiting for you to speak. “I don’t know what you want from me Iwa..” you start your voice slightly breaking “it’s just I did this all for you and you don’t even appreciate it.”

“I don’t know what you mean Y/N?” he says sounding genuinely confused.

“Y/N is simple and basic.” you say repeating words that you heard your boyfriend say about you, you feel him tense as you say it and you slowly get out of his hug.

“Y/N I-”

“That really hurt Hajime, I know now that I'm not your ‘type’ but I-”

“No Y/N, you are my type of course you are!” he says gulping in nervousness “I love you, and your style. I’ve always being enamored by how you dress and present yourself and I don’t know why I even said you’re basic and simple I didn’t mean it that way.”

“Really?” you say sniffling looking down

“Yes really you idiot,” he says lifting your head up “To be fair I don’t care what you wear, since you look great in anthing I just want you to be happy Y/N and especially not dress for anyone including me. Okay?”

“Okay,” you agree slightly nodding your head.

“Good, so can we go and finish the crown and then burn all these clothes?” Iwa jokes as he stands up.

“Burn them!” you exclaim “These cost £200, you muppet.”

“£200! Gosh Y/N, next time you go shopping im definitely coming with you.” he says shaking his head “can’t have you blowing out your bank account for clothes you don’t even like that much.”

You spend the rest of the day finishing of The Crown and you and Iwa eventually both sort out your wardrobe. Your style and aethetic changes a lot more through the times you were together and Iwa was very supportive and helpful of every single change. Especially *insert your favourite dress aesthetic here.*

Matsukawa

You were walking with your friends; Iwa, Tooru, Maki and your boyfriend Matsun. Walking to school as you did every morning, today the topic of conversation was Tooru’s bad taste in women.

“Gosh yesterday was horrible, she didn’t want to talk to me at all,” he complained “all she wanted to do was to come straight to my place, I didn’t even have the chance to tell her my hair routine.”

“That’s why you don’t find dates off of Tinder shittykawa” grunted Iwaizumi

“Well I know that now!” he exclaimed.

“Y/N,” said Makki grasping your attention “Would you ever use Tinder?”

“Well I-”

“Of course she wouldn’t” your boyfriend interrupted wrapping his arm round your shoulder “she’s got me”

“Yeah, but if you two weren’t together, would you use it.”

“Well may-”  

“Y/N definitely wouldn’t” he said interrupting you AGAIN “she’s way to frigid for that shit”

Frigid? You thought to yourself, ouch. Their was a quick awkward silence and all you could hear was Matsukawa laughing with the others laughing after awkwardly in pursuit. After sensing your uncomfortability (is that a word?) Oikawa decides to change the subject to make things less awkward,

“I need a woman who understands me!” he rants “One that can listen to me and appreciate my awesome hair.”

“Goodluck with that Shittykawa.”  

Oikawa rambles on as you walk to school with the other guys chiming in. You on the other hand, were lost in thought. Your sex life wasn’t something you would want to publicly talk about let alone to you and your boyfriends' male friends. Also, with Matsun describing you as ‘frigid’ struck a nerve. You weren’t frigid, well at least to you, you weren’t.  

When you got to school you immediately rushed straight to your lesson claiming that you teacher really needed to talk to you. Which was odd to Matsukawa as you usually all hung around each other until the bell rang, the other boys gave each other knowing looks all assuming the reasons for your odd behaviour.

At lunch time, you stayed in your class instead of going up to the roof where you and your friends usually end up. In the class room you hear one of the girls in your class, Empress having one of her usual gossip conversations with her group of friends.

“Hajime is so hot!” she said, fanning her face being dramatic  

“Of course he is! You should totally go for him.” her friend said and the rest of the friends agreed.

“What do you think Y/N?” she says to you catching your attention “you’re close friends with him right?”

“Yeah, I am” you say a bit sadly “You should definitely go for him, I think you’d be perfect together.”

“Okay! I think I might later” she says smiling. Her and friends leave, but then Empress returns and walks straight to you.

“Are you alright doll?” she asks softly smiling

“I guess so..” you say hesitantly “It’s just something my boyfriend said to me this morning.”

“Matsun?” she asks and you nod in reply “What did he say?”

After you rehash the situation from this morning Empress scowls in annoyance, “Boys can be such pigs sometimes, such a dick thing to say.”

“I know right!” you respond “Even if I was frigid, which im totally not it’s not even a bad thing nor is it something to reveal to people in public in a ‘jokey’ way.”

“Yeah!” she agrees “I think you should go and give him a piece of your mind.”

“I mean...” your voice falters, when it comes to Matsun you’ve never really given him a ‘piece of your mind,’ even when he makes jokes that you’re not so fond of.

“Come on!” she encourages “I’ll come with you and cheer you on.”

“You just want to come to see Iwa Empress” you say pointedly “But fine let’s go.”

You both power walk to the roof where you see the four seijoh boys sitting down and eating. “Oh hi Y/N/-chan and look Iwa its Emp-chan... isn’t that a surprise!” Iwa blushes and the rest of the guys laugh.

You walk straight up to Matsun and stand right infront of him. “Matsukawa I need to talk to you,” you say folding your arms. “Why whats up babe?” he says, still sitting down with a cheeky grin on his face.

“Alone.” you say turning around walking to a secluded spot. Behind you, you hear Matsun get up and the rest of the boys saying “oooh Matsukawa your in trouble” as they laugh.

“What’s wrong with you today Y/N?” he asks slightly accusatorily.  

“I didn’t appreciate the comment you made today on the way to school,” you say with your arms folded.

“Oh that little comment about you being frigid, come on it was just a joke I wasn’t being serious.” he says lightly laughing but he stops once he sees the glare you give him ”you knew it was a joke right?”

“Matsun, some are your jokes just aren’t funny,” you say “especially when they're about me and our sex life in front of our friends too.”

“Y/N I didn’t mea-”

“You just come off as a huge dick sometimes, and I can’t do this anymore if you keep on making these comments anymore I don’t think I can do this.”

“Woah Y/N, are you threatening to break up with me?” he asks “Over a few little comments?”

“These aren’t a few little comments, sometimes what you say is just unnecessary and rude.”

“Okay well...”

“Well...” you repeat staring at him waiting for to apologise or atleast say something, “fuck you Matsukawa.”

You storm away and walk bout to the group saying “Empress lets go.” She jumps of Iwa’s lap and waves by to them following you back down to the school. You walk into the bathroom and just start to cry, “Y/N whats wrong?” Empress says pulling you into a hug  

“H-He doesn’t care,” you cry “He pretty much excused his stupid comments, passing them off as little ‘jokes,’ that didn’t apparently mean anything.”

“Oh dear,” Empress says consoling you “he’s not worth your time right now.”

“B-but but I love him.” you wail fat tears streaming down your face.

“I know sweetheart, I know,” she says letting go of the hug “so what do you wanna do about him?”

“I don’t know,” you say “I don’t want to break up with him or anything, but is there a point in staying if he’s just going to make these comments again.”

“I don’t know Y/N, but whatever you wanna do I’ll support. Wether it’s keying his car or reading shitty fanfiction and crying.” Empress says making you laugh.

The final bell rings and now it's time to go home, of course you don’t walk with the guys so you just enjoy your own company walking home.

“Y/N! Y/N!” you hear from behind you and of course the only person it can be is Matsukawa.

“What do you want?” you mumbled  

“I..I want too” he says heaving out of breath from the running he had to do “I want to apologise. I need do.”

“Okay...” you respond

“Im sorry, Im so so sorry,” he says “those jokes and comments were stupid and I agree I can be a dick sometimes. Well a lot of the time, but I never wanted to be a dick to you.”

“Well you were.”

“I know I was, and I’m so sorry. There’s no excuse what I said and what I have said before I just hope I can make it up to you.”

“Okay then.”

“So are we not broken up?”

“No we’re not broken up, but it’ll take a lot of making up to do for me to fully forgive you.”

“Great! And I'll spend every day to get you to forgive me.”

Which he did, he spent every day showering you with love and affection. He was way better than he was before, you even went on double dates with Oikawa and his flavour of the week and triple dates with Iwa and his girlfriend. Matsukawa, although he still made jokes, he never targeted them and centered them around you in an insulting way.

AN: I didn’t really like the matsukawa one since i couldn’t really write for him properyl sooo sorry bout that one kids.

[frenchfrywrites]

Beel's Favorite Beverage

MINORS DNI

a rq from the bestie <3 @teeth-farie asked for beel drinking piss

just a heads up that besties this one is filthy :) ik sometimes im subtle abt my piss kink (at least I think I am) but this isnt one of those times

soft (ish) dom top amab gn reader, sub bottom beel, piss/watersports/omo, piss drinking, cum eating, feminization, exhibitionism (can be skipped, starts at "Though, it gets a bit tricky sometimes..." and ends at "Yet, despite those close calls...") slight degradation, under negotiated kink and beel gets pouty but everything is consensual and sane and sweet.

It didn’t surprise you to find that Beelzebub has an oral fixation, with the way that he so frequently chews on his pencils, his clothes, his nails, and how he sucks on hard candies, and his fingers, and silverware when he's done eating. Anyone could have put two and two together. Though what did surprise you was how often- near obsessively he wanted to suck your cock. He tugs on your shirt at any moment of free time, sending you puppy eyes and glancing down at your groin, sending you subtle signals that he wants to deepthroat you. And how could you ever say no?

So here you are, having been sitting on your bed for hours, messing around on your phone while Beel holds you in his mouth, his nose nestled against your pubes, softly suckling or swallowing around you every once in a while but largely just content with warming you.

Suddenly there was a twinge in your bladder. You knew this was bound to happen eventually, but with how comfortable and sedated Beel looks right now, you decide to hold on for as long as possible.

When the urge to pee gets harder and harder to ignore you gently push at his head a bit, trying to get him off so you can go. Beel looks up at you, confused, staying in his place. “Beel baby, I have to- I’ve got to pee,” you tell him, a bit frantic with how bad it is now, trying again to push him away.

Beelzebub's eyebrows furrow for a second. He closes his eyes, thinking, meanwhile your thighs are shaking as you try your best to hold in your pee. And then he’s giving you the biggest puppy eyes you’ve ever seen.

You're hit with disbelief. “Jesus, are you - do you want me to- to pee in your mouth, Beel?” he nods, or tries his best to, without hurting you. You sigh, “I mean if you’re really sure…" you're a bit hesitant but also desperate now with how bad you have to go. "Try not to spill anything, I don’t want any getting on me, or you, or the bed." Again Beel does his best to nod. "Okay then."

You take a few shaky breaths, trying to relax, Beel reaches up, stroking your thighs softly, awaiting your piss patiently. Shutting your eyes, you find you're unable to look at him while you release into his mouth. Due to your nerves your pee comes out in bursts. Upon the first stream hitting his mouth Beel moans, creating vibrations against your cock and making you stop. He whines, sucking, hoping you start to go again. You do once you’re relaxed enough, and with the second stream you moan, filling his mouth with your salty pee, feeling him swallow around you as he gulps down the liquid. This stream is the longest, but Beel has no problems slurping it down without letting anything leak out of his mouth. When you stop for a second time Beel doesn’t pull off, he stays there for a bit, and you’re glad he does because you end up spurting out a bit more.

Once you’re really finished emptying your bladder you open your eyes again, looking down to see Beel looking up at you- looking like he’s savoring the taste of a five course meal made of all his favorite foods, fisting his cock, while his cheeks burn a bright red. You run a hand through his hair pulling him up a bit. This time he follows, slowly easing off your dick. Before he lets you out of his mouth he runs his tongue over your tip making sure he gets every drop of your piss, and making sure you’re clean when he releases you with a pop.

“You liked that?” you test, your voice soft as you pet his head gently.

“Yuh-” Beel pauses to clear his throat, his voice is rough after not using it for hours, “yeah. Yes. You taste-” his pupils dilate as pre bubbles at his head, “you taste so good.” You feel yourself getting aroused at his reaction.

“Tell me more,” Beel licks his lips.

“I liked that it was dirty. Something ‘m not supposed to drink, but you let me. You gave me permission." He pauses, increasing his pace, "I- hah, liked that I could do what you told me to do, I drank it all and didn't spill," you interrupt,

"You did such a good job," it's a bit weird to be praising him for how well he drank your piss, but perhaps what's weirder is how naturally it comes. Beel flushes at your words. You stroke yourself slowly, growing hard from his words, "keep going," you encourage, your voice deep and rough.

"Um ah, it made me feel good to do what you said. And you- your pee was so hot, and salty, n’ so good. I dunno how to explain more,”

“That’s okay baby girl,” he shivers, “that’s all I needed to hear.” you increase your pace, matching Beel’s. “You’d want to drink my piss again? Be my own ungh personal toilet?” Beelzebub whines openly at that,

“Yeah, ungh, yes, please, mhmm can I, all the time?” he begs, again pulling those irresistible puppy eyes.

“Yeah, fuck I’ll piss in your mouth whenever you want, baby,” you agree, not really thinking it through, driven only by how horny you are right now.

Beel cums not long after you say that, spilling his load all over the bed. He opens his mouth, encouraging you to cum in it when you climax. You slip your cock inside, rubbing yourself along his fat, soft, warm tongue. The sensations aid you in quickly shooting your cum down his throat.

Afterwards the two of you clean up and get back in bed to cuddle, kiss, and eventually sleep.

Of course you jotted that down as an unforgettable experience to try again, but you were entirely unprepared for how life changing the event was for you- and Beelzebub alike.

-

The next morning you get up with Beel and go about your morning routine. Midway through breakfast with the brothers you stand, intending to go to the restroom.

“Where are you going?” Beel, who's seated next to you, asks softly, tugging your shirt so you don’t leave before answering his question.

“Bathroom,” you reply, and Beel stands up. You give him a confused look but he just stares back at you, with a little air of expectancy, but largely unreadable. You shrug, making your way to the restroom, Beel hot on your trail.

He comes in with you, closing the door behind him and dropping to his knees with his mouth open wide.

“What are you doing?” you whisper-shout, semi-amused at whatever he's up to. It’s Beel’s turn to look perplexed.

“You- you said you would pee in my mouth all the time. You said you would use me,” he explains like you’re the crazy one here. You run a hand over your face, thinking through what you said last night.

“I did say that, didn't I?” Beel nods, opening his mouth again. You laugh- a bit deliriously, shaking your head. “Alright, okay,” you give in, unzipping your fly and pulling down your pants and underwear enough to release your cock. Beel licks his lips once, then opens his mouth again, waiting obediently. “We gotta be quick, try not to get hard,” knowing his family, if you’re in here for too long together questions will be asked. Beel nods, understanding, so you push your tip in, letting out a pleased sigh at how warm and welcoming his mouth is.

This time your piss comes out all in one long stream. You brush Beel’s hair tenderly out of his face as he eagerly gulps down your pee, his eyes closing and his fists curling. When you’re done you pull out, smearing anything leftover on Beel’s lips. He moans, licking his lips first then leaning in to clean your cock. You watch him slowly lick all over your dick, and it takes extreme restraint not to get hard.

When you’re clean you tuck yourself back into your underwear and pull up your pants. “Good girl,” you praise, stroking his cheek. Beel leans into your touch with a hum. You pull back after a second to wash your hands, and when you’re done Beel is standing brushing dust off his pants.

You open the bathroom door for him, “ladies first,” and Beel laughs softly at your words, but blushes all the same. The two of you walk hand in hand back to the dining room, like nothing happened.

-

Beelzebub makes you live up to your promise. It’s not like he’s forcing you or anything, you certainly get as much- if not more pleasure from the experience. So, with consent all around, you continue to use Beel like a urinal.

Though, it gets a bit tricky sometimes; you have to be inconspicuous so people don’t catch wind of anything, and there have certainly been close calls. Once, Lucifer found you both exiting the restroom at the same time, and he lectured you on messing around in public spaces, fully oblivious to the fact that Beel had just finished drinking your piss for the fourth time that day. Another time, Belphie made an offhand comment on how you’re always going to the bathroom together, so to ease suspicions you stagger when you go. And most recently, a random demon entered the typically vacant bathroom you and Beel use when you’re at RAD, and likely assuming Beel was simply sucking your dick, the demon stuttered out an apology and rushed out of the bathroom.

Yet, despite those close calls, Beelzebub desperately prevails with his piss drinking agenda. He makes sure he’s always there when you need to go. However, there are times where you pee without him (because you’re human, and there’s going to be times when you just can’t hold it any longer), and he always gets fussy when he learns about that. Being the good and loving partner you are, you try to make it up to him when that happens.

You’re making it up to him now.

You hold onto his hips as you ease yourself into him. He lets out a choked moan when you settle fully inside of him

“There you go, pretty girl,” you pat his strong thighs, and Beel rocks his hips back against your cock. “Feel good?” he turns his head, looking away from you as he pouts. You hold back how badly you want to laugh, “Beel, baby, I said I was sorry,” you remind him, cupping his cheek gently. Despite himself Beel leans into your touch, so you begin to rock your hips into him, hoping to improve his mood through pleasure.

“Faster please,” Beel whines softly, rocking back against your hips. You smile, picking up your pace upon his request.

With every thrust he gets less “upset”, and more loose and open with his reactions. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you in closer.

“It's ok, I forgive you,” he tells you, clenching around you tighter. Though you’d been trying not to, you huff out a laugh at his acceptance of your apology. You then lean in and kiss him, pounding into him even harder.

Now that he’s stopped pouting, Beel starts moaning, whining, and whimpering up a storm, all the while still trying to kiss you. His huge cock is bouncing against his stomach as you fuck into him. You grab hold of it, stroking him in time with your thrusts,

“You like it when I touch your clit don’t you?” you ask, and Beel whines your name, arching his back into you,

“Yeah, ahh ‘m gonna cum soon, ungh can I?” you kiss him instead of answering vocally, hoping he can tell you’re more than okay with him cumming already.

It doesn’t take much longer, just a few more thrusts against his prostate and when you focus on stroking around his head, he climaxes, his cum shooting onto his upper stomach and chest.

You slow down, letting him catch his breath.

“Fuck my mouth,” he states simply when he’s recovered from his orgasm, and shit, you’re not going to argue with him. You pull out slowly, trying your best not to overstimulate him.

Then you readjust, shimmying up so you can align your dick with his mouth. Beel holds onto the backs of your thighs for support as he opens his mouth for you. Minding his sharp teeth you start to fuck his throat. You’re lucky Beel doesn’t have a gag reflex, so you can really get your cock fully engulfed in his hot, wet mouth. It never takes you long to cum when you’re fucking his throat, and soon groans- along with precum, start flowing from you. The groans couple with the sound of your balls slapping against his chin to create a filthy cacophony within your room.

Beel sucks hard, working you up, bringing you closer to the edge. You’re pulled over when you feel a familiar strain on your bladder.

“Cumming- ahh- cumming,” you warn, doubling over, caging his head in and jackhammering your cock into his mouth. Beel guzzles down your cum happily- similar to how he is with your piss, he doesn’t let a drop escape his mouth.

“Beel,” you moan softly, “‘m gonna piss too,” he makes a noise that is entirely backed by his excitement, his sweaty hands tightening around your thighs. You relieve yourself, hearing both of you moan when your pee hits his tongue. Though your brain is largely muddled and scattered with different thoughts right now, you come to the conclusion that this could never get old. You could piss into Beel’s mouth every day of your life and never get tired of the way he looks up at you so adoringly, like you're giving him everything he’s ever wanted- ever needed.

When you’ve finished, and Beel has gone through his ritual of cleaning you up afterwards, you pull away, flopping next to him on the bed. Beel leans in to kiss you but you stop him with your finger,

“Ah, I know you like it Beel, but how about you brush your teeth before kissing me?” Beel laughs, nuzzling his head into your chest,

“M’kay,” he agrees easily, kissing your skin instead. You’re glad he’s back to the happy Beel you’re used to.

“Hey, what if…” you start, cheeks flushing as you start speaking without thinking. He hums, prompting you to continue. “What if those times you’re gone and I have to go… what if I,” your voice quiets, nervously speaking out the rest, “what if I peed into a bottle so you could drink it later?”

Beelzebub's eyes shoot open, and an ecstatic grin spreads across his face. You figure this is going to become another part of your life now, though if you’re honest, you’re definitely looking forward to it.

[hpimaginesandblurbs]

hey bestie! i just read all of your fanfics and im in love with your writing. no pressure, but I was wondering if you could do a dom!draco fanfic where he makes the reading cum just by dirty talk. i dont have much in mind for the plot, so it up to you how you what to do it! again, it's completely understandable if you can't. ILY <3

mixed with this request: draco with innocence kink

pairing: draco malfoy x reader

word count: 2.5k

warning(s): 18+, oral (male receiving), a lot of dirty talk, mentions of oral (female receiving), mentions of sex, mentions of fingering, voice kink, innocence kink

a/n: if you read something almost the same as this word for word in another fandom, it's mine lol. i had written for this same prompt in another fandom and basically just switched it to draco. kudos to you if you can find it.

“C’mere, darling. We’re going to try something new,” Draco explained, coaxing you over to the edge of the bed. You stood in between his legs, patiently waiting for him to explain further. “You know how I use my mouth on your cute little cunt?” He asked patiently. You immediately blushed and squirmed at the thought, but nodded dutifully. He smirked at you before continuing. “How about we try it the other way around? How does sucking my cock sound?”

Your breath hitched in your throat at the thought. You had never done that and Draco knew that well. And despite him giving you an obvious out if you weren’t ready, you couldn’t help but feel intrigued by it. You had heard other girls talking about doing the same to their boyfriends and logistically you knew what to do, but it was still a daunting idea. Despite your own fears, you felt yourself nodding in agreement.

“Kneel,” was all he said, a direct command you were all too good at following when they came from his mouth. “Fuck you look so good on your knees. I’ve wanted you there for too long, you have no idea,” he mused, slowly and gently brushing your hair out of your face.

You waited patiently as he moved to pull his trousers down, his cock quick to snap up from under its confines and practically smack against his stomach. You stayed still on your knees, but your entire focus was on his angry, red, leaking cock. You knew he would want you to wait, but it took all of your concentration not to pounce out of sheer curiosity.

You could feel yourself beginning to soak your own pants, watching him as his hand trailed up and down his cock a few times, using his thumb to run across his slit and trail his precum over his tip. Your mouth was watering and your clit was throbbing, your willpower about to snap as you watched him greedily.

“Do you want this darling? Because I know it’s what I want,” he asked teasingly, knowing your answer before he even asked it. He could see the hunger in your eyes, the way your eyes were unable to move from where his hand met his cock, tracking his every movement. Your body was struggling to stay in place, but you were still a little too far away to reach, an unintentional placement from Draco, but so worth it in order to watch you squirm. You quickly nodded, not even looking up at his face. He let out a chuckle, but gave in, having enough of his own self teasing before he gave a little “C’mere.”

You quickly shuffled forward on your knees and placed your hands against his thighs for balancing before taking the tip into his mouth and gently sucking on it, using your tongue to lap up all the precum.

“Fuck,” Draco gasped out, forcing his hips to stay down on the bed. He wanted you to try for yourself before he took over. “Just like that, baby. You’re so fucking good with that wet little mouth of yours,” he continued, combing a hand through your hair.

You hummed in response and continued to lick and suck your way down his shaft until his tip pushing was up against the back of your throat. The moans he was letting out above you sounded heavenly, the hand in your hair keeping you grounded, but the words he was saying, oh. The absolute filth that was rolling off of his tongue was causing a fire inside of your body, lighting it up from the crimson flush against your cheeks all the way down to your dripping core.

“You look so good between my legs, doll. Fuck, I think you just belong there sometimes. Belong on your knees for your me, being so fucking good for me,” Draco spilled out, unable to hold back any thoughts because his focus was solely on you. You hummed back a response, unwilling to take her mouth off of him for even a second.

“Oh, you like that, huh? You love being a good little slut for me, don’t you?” Draco asked, his tone and the hunger in his eyes practically feral when you risked a glance up at him. His entire presence was overwhelming and so, so good. But also entirely too much, so you couldn’t help but close your eyes again.

“Uh uh, eyes on me little one. I know it’s a lot but you’re doing so good for me. My perfect girl,” he said, a little gentler but the hunger was still loud and clear in his voice. He was going to ravish you with his words alone. You had no other option but to open your eyes again, taking a deep breath and making eye contact with him. You shivered just looking at him, using one hand to keep his cock steady in your mouth, but you didn’t break eye contact. “Fuck, look at you. You’re so fucked out already and you only have your mouth on me. I was just looking for you to suck me off but I got a perfect fucking princess between my legs now,” Draco told you, almost absently as he brushed your hair out of your face and tried to focus on his breathing.

At his words, you realized how far you had slipped down. Your head was floating and his words sounded further away than they had a few minutes ago. His hand on your head was helping, but you were slipping fast and getting far too content with kitten licks and gentle sucks. You knew that possibly couldn’t be enough for him.

You looked up at him, your eyes pleading with him to take over. Your body was wound up tight, tighter than normal and you just wanted to feel his dominance rush through you. He seemed to get the hint, because a grin formed on his face that almost looked malicious.

Gently, he pulled you off of his cock and held your chin in his hand. “What do you want, darling? Use your words like a good girl,” he commanded softly.

“I want - I want you to take over,” you said softly, your voice already wrecked from the small amount of work you had been putting in.

“You want me to fuck you face, pretty girl?” He asked, clarifying even though he already knew the answer. All you gave him back was a nod, your face growing impossibly redder before opening your mouth, offering yourself to him fully. He groaned at the action coming from his innocent girlfriend and gripped the base of his cock so he didn’t cum on sight, and finally stood up in front of you.

He fed you his cock slowly, making sure the both of you were more than comfortable, until he was finally pushing up against your throat. He held you there for a moment, waiting for the struggle. He was about to massively enjoy forcing you to submit.

It took a moment, but you began to pull away, your hands pressing on his thighs to push him back. But he held you there and waited for you to settle back down. “You’re doing so good. Settle down. Give in. You’re gonna be a messy little slut for me and that’s all you have to think about right now, okay?” Draco said, focusing intently on you although you could feel the way your throat was beginning to constrict around him.

You let out a whine, muffled by the thick cock in your mouth, and you looked up at him with a plea in your eyes and tears threatening to spill. He gave you one hard gaze and you immediately settled, your throat going lax around him and he finally pulled out. You sucked in a shaky breath, working through the urge to gag, but you were quick to offer up your mouth again.

“Oh, fuck. You’re gonna make me cum so fast. So perfect,” he said, pushing his cock back in and gently rocking it back and forth on your tongue. “Are you wet for me baby? I can see you clenching your things. Keep your hands on me and maybe I’ll be nice to you, darling. Want me to return the favour? Maybe I’ll lick you open real slow, have you squirm on my tongue for a while and take you apart like that. Maybe I’ll tie you up and you’ll get my fingers for a while. Edge you and destroy you. How’s that sound?” He asked roughly, the closer he got to his release the more he talked and talked.

You looked up at him and whined again, knowing he could see your thighs trembling beneath you, clenching together so tightly they were tense and rippling. The tears began to spill and your whole body was trembling. You weren’t exactly sure what was going on, but you were growing increasingly blissed out and almost, well, close to the edge yourself. But that was impossible to cum from nothing more than his cock in your mouth and his filthy words.

“Which one did you like more, darling? My tongue or my fingers? Or do you just want me to fuck you until you can’t move? ‘Cause you’re being so good for me you deserve a special treat. Whatever you want,” he told you earnestly, unable to hold himself back from giving you whatever you wanted, as per usual.

You nodded the best she could around his cock, unsure which of the options you were even agreeing to, but you weren’t sure it mattered anyways. You were so tense, your entire body shaking. Your only support were your hands on Draco’s strong thighs, one of his hands in your hair, and your knees firmly planted on the carpet below you. Otherwise, your entire body was a storm of tension and bliss. You could feel the coil in her stomach beginning to tighten firmly. All you could do was clench your thighs to help ease the shocks of arousal flooding to your core every time Draco spoke.

Draco’s thrusts were getting sloppy in your mouth, no clear rhythm to the way he was thrusting his hips. You fluttered your eyes up to his face and saw just how close he was. His brows were furrowed, his eyes were dark with lust, his lips parted in awe as he looked down at where your lips met the base of his cock.

Just looking at him sent a rush of arousal through you, forcing your legs to clench again.

“Fuck. I’m gonna cum all down your throat. That what you want, darling? I’ll give you a little taste too. I know how much my slutty girl would love a taste,” Draco rambled, creeping closer and closer to his own release.

You let out a whine and tried to pull back, showing Draco just how much you wanted to taste him, but he pushed you back down so his cock was lodged back in your throat. Your throat pulsed around him, holding back a gag that wanted to creep out.

“Eyes on me,” Draco said, his voice raspy and low. You hadn’t even realized you shut your eyes again, too focused on keeping your body from shaking furiously. You opened your eyes and met the grey ones staring down at you and your body fell apart.

You shook maddeningly, your core pulsing around nothing as wave after wave of pleasure swept through you. Your body jolted on the floor, unable to control it anymore. Cries of release forced their way out of your throat and around his cock, but your eyes never shut. Your vision narrowed down to Draco, just him and this moment. He was so large above you, so dominant and demanding. He stopped his thrusting as you worked through your release, looking down at you in awe.

“Did you just- did you just cum?” He asked, his voice showing just how clearly surprised he was.

You turned red. No way did you just cum from sucking his cock and a few dirty words. Well, not a few. But that was exactly what had happened.

You slowly nodded around his cock, before sucking him back down before he had a chance to say anything else about it. You were experiencing the same level of shock he was. And were you a little embarrassed that you came just from that? A little bit.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen you do. Fuck. You drive me fucking insane,” he said with a groan and within two more swipes of your tongue, he was spilling in your mouth.

You refused to take your eyes off of him, still just as aroused as you were before, your own release giving no sense of relief. You continued to suck and lick until every last drop was in your mouth. You pulled off and swallowed everything down, not taking your eyes off of Draco which only resulted in a moan of appreciation from him.

It took him a minute, but once Draco’s breath was under control, he sat back down on the bed and hauled you up so you were straddling his lap.

“That was- did you know you could even do that?” Draco asked, still clearly shocked by the events that had played out.

You tucked her head into his neck but shook your head so he could feel it. “No, but I- I’m still- Draco,” you whined, grinding yourself down onto his thigh.

“You still want more, my greedy girl?” He asked with a small chuckle.

You whined your agreement, not even caring how annoying that may be, but you needed more. Your futile release left you with nothing but a frenzy that you couldn’t control.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get plenty more, darling. But before we do that, what set you off? I didn’t even know that was possible. You weren’t even touching yourself,” Draco asked, his tone a little bit more serious than before, but the teasing tone lingered. He knew you hated talking about this kind of stuff in the moment, when you were still vulnerable and your head was cloudy.

You blushed scarlet again, and you were so thankful your face was hidden. Even more thankful that he was allowing you to stay hidden.

“Um, the way you, um, talked to me,” you said, trying to sound non-committed but they both knew you were telling the truth.

Draco couldn’t help but bark out a laugh. “Guess my big mouth is good for something after all,” he teased.

You made a small noise of agreement but continued to grind yourself down on Draco’s thigh, no longer caring. You just wanted a proper release.

“I know, I know,” Draco said, his voice full of fake pity, still clearly smug from what had just happened. “Lay down for me, darling. You’re in for a long night.”

[rin-itoshi]

kisses . genshin impact (pt. 2)

> summary: places the genshin boys kiss you other than the lips (ft. bennett, chongyun, razor, xiao, xingqiu, zhongli)

> content: fluff , gn!reader , ooc(?idk)

here’s part one!

# BENNETT

where: your palm!

why: this man does not know how to stfu, so when you have to forcefully shush him, your palm is the best spot for his lips to kiss.

“It’s awfully quiet today,” you murmured as you turned on your heels, hearing the whirlwind of a boy coming your way. He nearly tumbled—so close to crashing at your feet but fortunately caught himself before he could hit the ground. He stood up straight, dusting his clothes with a breathy laugh before yelping out a pained, “Ow!”

“What happened?” You ask as you reach out to cup his face, checking his head and skin for any injuries.

The male chuckled with a closed eyed smile, “I got hit by a rock!” His voice echoed within the city, making you slightly cringe when your ears ached. He was quick to go off on a tangent, babbling about some nonsense that made you even more confused than before.

“Bennett,” you call out to grasp his attention. The moment he turned your way, you slapped a hand over his mouth with an amused smile. “I know you’re excited and want to talk, but we should move away from the Knights of Favonius headquarters before Captain Kaeya kills us.”

He kissed your palm gently, eliciting a ticklish sensation in your hand that made you pull away. Before you could do anything about his sneaky kisses, he grabbed your hand and began dragging you away, talking about some adventure team he was putting together.

# CHONGYUN

where: your shoulders!

why: he likes the smoothness of your shoulder when he lays down behind you and can rest easily without being judged.

The bedroom door creaked open to reveal the blue haired male who stood in the doorway with a pensive look on his face. Upon seeing you lying in your shared bed, he exhaled deeply and you could practically see relief wash over is features. “[y/n],” he breathed out as he shuffled into the room, scurrying over the bed to climb onto the silk sheets and lay himself in the spot behind you.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your body into his chest as gently as possible. As hesitant as he was, he was way too tired to be reluctant about holding you even thought you clearly felt the same need for touch as him. “’m so tired.”

After a long day of training, he was exhausted and was in desperate need of your touch in order to replenish the energy he had depleted earlier that day. It was only much better now that you were both living together and were able to cuddle as much as needed after work.

“Welcome home, my love.”

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, doing his absolute best to push away the strong emotions that burned inside of his heart. He refused to flare-up in front of you ever again, but with you unknowingly doing things to stir him up, he was always struggling to keep calm.

Peppering kisses along your shoulders, you felt a shiver run down your spine at the cold sensation of his lips on your skin. It was a blissful feeling, warming up your heart with love despite how cold his body truly was. Too beautiful.

# RAZOR

where: your eyelids!

why: this one may sound weird but he just gets curious when he keeps watch and tends to do it without a thought.

Razor stood tall at the peak of the mountain that you both temporarily resided on. His chin was held high, chest puffed out with a sense of responsibility flowing through his veins at the thought of watching over you while you slept to keep you out of harms way. It wasn’t necessarily a demanding duty but for you, it meant a thousand times more than it usually would have.

The boy approached your sleeping body. You were rested on the ground under his jacket that barely shielded you from the cold weather tonight presented to you both. He gently tugged his jacket further up your body, covering your arm that had been slightly exposed.

You were cute like this, sleeping so peacefully with so much trust in the guy who could barely communicate yet you loved him so much. It was amazing.

Subconsciously, he bent down and placed a chaste kiss on your eyelid. You stirred in your sleep, forcing him to jolt away in surprise before settling when you murmured something sleepily, smiled and then relaxed. Your behavior was new to him and yet, it brought so many different feelings into his heart. Unknowing to you, he smiled genuinely and patted your head gently.

“You rest. I keep watch.”

# XIAO

where: your forehead!

why: he just thinks it is less embarrassing than trying to kiss you on the lips openly + less chances of him getting denied the kiss.

His expression was rather dark as you stood in front of one another. It looked like he was thinking deeply about something but you brushed it off, assuming it was just his way of sulking since you two were about to split for the night.

“I packed you some Almond Tofu, so you can eat some on your way back. I also got you a jacket to wear since it might be a little cold in the evening. I know you don’t sleep and stuff, so I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” Your rambling about his well-being wasn’t new to him, which is why he didn’t interrupt you. He watched with the same dark expression that seemed scary but if you looked closely, you would see just how soft those eyes had become after spending so much time with a “mere human” like you.

Grasping you by the back of you head, he pulled you forward and leaned in briskly, kissing your forehead softly before pulling away and turning around. You barely had a second to recover as he adjusted his mask on his face and disappeared from your sight, muttering nothing but a simple, “be careful.”

You smiled at the tingling sensation on you skin, knowing he had only escaped to avoid feeling any type of emotion after kissing you so brazenly. As mean as Xiao seemed, he really was a simpleton with you.

# XINGQIU

where: the back of your hand!

why: do i have to explain?

“Xingqiu, where are we going?” You asked with a tired smile on your lips as you allowed yourself to be dragged along this upward slope with no set destination in mind. The boy simply laughed, pulling you faster until you were nearly tripping over your own feet. By the time you had planned to complain once more, he came to an abrupt stop and you almost bumped into his body if it wasn’t for your quick senses. “Where are we?”

“Take a look, my liege. Quite fascinating, is it not?” He said as he took a seat on the branch perched on the top of the hill, big enough for the two of them to sit on. You plopped beside him, admiring the sun that was beginning to set while Xingqiu opened a book to the page he had left off on.

“My life seems fulfilled when I am sat here with a book in my hands and you by my side. Don’t you agree?” HIs words were sincere, surprisingly void of that mischievous tone he usually had these days.

“I’m not particularly fond of books like you, but I am extremely fond of you. So, yes, I do agree.” You said with a cheesy smile, leaning in his direction. The boy abruptly stood up, and you rose an eyebrow in confusion.

Bending his body slightly, he held out his hand to you until you placed yours on top of his. Once you did so, he pressed his lips to the back of your hand and flashed you an easy smile. “With this, I owe my life to you, my liege. A vow much greater than marriage.”

# ZHONGLI

where: your lips!

why: I legit couldn’t think of a non-lips spot so i gave up. mans just likes the way your lips taste like his favorite wine. two good things.

He admired his cup with bright eyes, absolute taken with the way it tasted on his tongue and hadn’t changed in all these years. It was a beautiful emotion that was a mixture of happiness and nostalgia, plus a bit of romance considering he was here with the one he loved.

“What do you think?” Zhongli asked, eyes full of curiosity as he turned in your direction. You hadn’t said anything all night and he assumed you weren’t enjoying the wine he had presented to you so happily.

On contrary, it was way too good to be wasted, so you chose to drink it slowly in order to savor the beautiful taste that somehow reminded you of Zhongli himself. Maybe it was because he talked about this wine too much.

“It tastes good,” you murmur, leaning into his side to gain a bit of warmth from the male who shared the emotion, leaning into your touch.

You glanced up at him, smiling softly when you already saw his eyes on you. “Stop staring so impolitely. Where are your manners?” You asked jokingly, giggling softly when Zhongli looked down and chuckled.

Leaning in, he cupped your cheek and smashed your lips together. He could taste the Osmanthus wine on you and it nearly made him melt into the kiss that he had long suppressed.

When he pulled away, a small smile settled into his lips, satisfaction in his eyes. “Osmanthus wine tastes the same as I remember.”

a/n: finally, I finished it. im going to bed now uhhdhfjf (idk if i’ll ever do other characters but we’ll see)

[extravaguk]

sex education 2.0

pairing: college!au, jungkook x reader

summary: "Are you calling me boring?" Jungkook gasps dramatically, looking at you dumbfounded and visibly offended. You roll your eyes, taking a napkin and leaning forward to wipe the crumbs of garlic bread on his lips.

"First of all, don't talk with your mouth full, you pig. Second of all," you stop to take a sip of your coke, aware of Jungkook's expectant eyes on you. "A little, yeah." 

wordcount: 9k

genre: smut - angst(? not rlly - fluff, like tons bc im a slut for fluff

rated: m (duh!2.0)

warnings: alcohol and weed consumption, just jk and tae being bros having bro convos, switch!reader, switch!jk, but mostly dom!jk, dirty talk, glimpses of poorly written bdsm, reader being a jealous and ‘insecure little bitch’ (her words, not mine),slapping (dont worry i tried to make it funny), how i met your mother spoilers (sorry im a gemini i spoil shit), spanking, degradation kink, back at it again with the spit kink, slight anal play, beware!of jungkook being a sweetheart, a lil mean at the end but a sweetheart nontheless.

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Three months of being in an actual commitment with Jeon Jungkook, your brother's partner in crime since the young age of five and, therefore, a common denominator throughout your childhood and teenage years, has proven to you a few things you never knew you would discover about the boy himself: Jeon Jungkook is definitely not what you thought him to be. 

You thought growing up with him would've been enough telltale about everything that made Jungkook be, well, Jungkook. He wasn't as immature as you had believed prior to the beginning of your relationship, he was funnier than you remembered -although maybe you found him funnier now that Taehyung wasn't in the picture to interfere with infantile inside jokes that you never were able to grasp-, and smarter than he had ever let you known before. Although you're sure the main reason his grades had started to improve was solely you and the way you rewarded him by opening your legs everytime he passed an exam. 

But above all, if there was something that had truly surprised you about Jeon Jungkook was the fact that he was truly an absolutely and undeniably softie.  

You loved it. Loved the random scribbled love notes he sometimes left in your backpack before kissing you goodbye to leave for his own class, loved the Spotify playlists he made exclusively just for you -with genres that varied between sappy and romantic and wanting to tear your 'wet ass pussy' in two-, loved the late night texts filled with emojis telling you how much he missed you when both of you were too busy doing assignments and studying to see each other -even if it hadn't even been 48 hours since you last saw each other-. You loved how careful and sweet and thoughtful he was. You really did. 

But.

"Are you calling me boring?" Jungkook gasps dramatically, looking at you dumbfounded and visibly offended. You roll your eyes, taking a napkin and leaning forward to wipe the crumbs of garlic bread on his lips.

"First of all, don't talk with your mouth full, you pig. Second of all," you stop to take a sip of your coke, aware of Jungkook's expectant eyes on you. "A little, yeah." His mouth falls open and you supress a laugh. You really shouldn't be enjoying this so much, but there's something about Jungkook's reaction to his ego being bruised and that terribly adorable pout on his face that just makes your insides tingle with joy. 

"What do you mean? I've had plenty of girls in bed before you, like a whole lot, and none of them have ever called me boring! They loved this adventurous and fun dick, alright? Why do you think-" you raise a brow, scrutinizingly. It still amazes you how with just a simple expression and no words needed, you can make all color from Jungkook's face banish and how quick he is to reach for your hand across his bed. "But I only love youuuu, and you're the best thing that has ever happened to me and my dick like, baby, have I mentioned how head over heels I'm for you?"

"Only like five times today." rolling your eyes again, you pull your hand from his to toy with the peperoni piece on your slice of pizza. Jungkook swallows the lump in his throat, he was starting to get truly concerned now. You couldn't possibly...?

"Are you not satisfied? I mean, do I not make you feel good or...?" there's clear worry in his voice and that makes you meet his eyes, shaking your head hurriedly. Now it's you who take his hand in yours.  

"No! No, babe. I love sex with you! I love everything you do to me, I love how you treat me, I love how you make me feel. I'm a hundred percent satisfied, I swear, It's just..." you sigh, dropping your gaze to rub slow and reassuring circles to the ink adorning his skin. "All I'm saying is... I may also want to experience what all those girls have experienced with you, y'know... the not so vanilla stuff. But you always seem to be scared to try new things with me, and I don't know if it's because of m-"

"Baby," Jungkooks soft voice calls out to you, removing the pizza box in between the two of you to slide closer to you on the mattress. He craddles your face with his fingers, tilting your chin up to make eye contact with you. "_____, don't say that. I just don't ever want to cross any boundaries. I don't want to hurt you or do anything you might not like or regret later, you know that, right?" placing a small kiss on your lips, you hum in content nodding your head yes.

"I know that." you pull him for another brief kiss, oddly not caring about the faint taste of garlic and spice on them because that's what love will do to you. "But what if I do want you to hurt me? What if I want you to fuck my mouth with no mercy until I cry and slap my face after you've cum all over it while you call me a slut?" you pause, eyes meeting his through your eyelashes. "Or viceversa."

It's not that Jungkook is afraid. Because Jungkook is afraid of nothing in this world. He will murder any spider in his way, he will throw a punch to anyone who denies mint chocolate ice cream as the superior ice cream flavour -and he knows that means he will have to literally fight like the entire population on planet earth-, and he will Rey Mysterio you if you ever discredit or deny his incredible skills playing Overwatch.

Jeon Jungkook prides himself in being fearless in every aspect of his life. Except when it comes to you. 

So yeah, maybe he was a little afraid. Because hearing you use the words 'choke', 'slap' and 'slut' in the same sentence did things to him that he didn't deem possible considering none of you were newbies anymore to intimicy. You have been together for three months, for God's sake, but you still made his cock twitch like the first day and he's sure in twenty years you'll have the exact same effect on him.

He didn't want his most primal instincts to overpower the respect and love he'd harboured for you since you were kids because at the end of the day, one, you were still his best friend's little sister, two, he appreciated you too much to ever cross any lines, and three, as cliché as it sounded, you were nothing compared to the girls he had been with previously. What he feels towards you cannot be compared to anything he had experienced before. 

And fuck, was he in a predicament. Because you made him weak in his knees for you and you were not even aware of it. You were not aware of how badly he has wanted to explore and take things way further, way out of both his and your comfort zones. But he's terrified. He's terrified because all he wants is to to take care of you and what if he fails at the one thing he's swore to himself? What if he lets the darkest side of him consume him and at the same time consume you? What if he does actually hurt you, not just psichologically but also physically?

He would never be able to forgive himself. And neither could Taehyung.

And that, was also tormenting him.

Taehyung seemed fine with the two of you dating -or at least that blow to Jungkook's face seemed to ease things between them-, but Jungkook is not dumb and has felt his best friend slowly distancing himself. 

Sure, they were still best friends and will ever will. Taehyung is loyal to Jungkook and Jungkook is loyal to Taehyung. Has been that way since they were five and that will not change just because Jungkook's caught feelings for his little sister.

But the phonecalls were not as often and not as long as they used to be; in rare occasions Jungkook could sense a certain type of awkwardness between them that really had never happened in their friendship, and sometimes Taehyung's jokes seemed to hold more truth than lightheartedness. 

And to top it all off, Jungkook's dilemma regarding you was eating him alive and, usually he would turn to Taehyung for girl advice, only to later realize he was also frightened of doing that. 

But a Friday night at 2 a.m, Jungkook decides he can't take it anymore. 

"Sup, man." Taehyung's voice answers Jungkook's phone call on the second ring, like he always does. 

"Hey, bro." Jungkook clears his voice, suddenly feeling self conscious. "Are you busy?"

"I don't know," his friend seems to be chewing on what Jungkook bets is red Skittles -yes, only the red ones- because he just knows him too well. "Are you busy still fucking my little sister?" 

Taehyung chuckles at his own joke, but Jungkook doesn't. He knows there's no malice, but he can't help to think there might be. He settles for a sigh. "Yeah." he can hear some shuffling on the other side and the clicking of a computer mouse. Jungkook would also bet he was playing Among Us and he would lie if he said he wasn’t disappointed he hadn't called him to play with him. "Y'know what, it's not even important, I'll just call y-"

"Come on, man. You haven't even laughed at that and you usually laugh at everything I say even when no one else does." Taehyung swirls in his chair, his attention fully focused on his best friend. "Seriously, what's bothering you." Jungkook takes a deep breath, rubbing the side of his face. 

"It's about _____."

"_____? As in, my little sister? Who you're fucking?"  

"Tae, dude-"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Go on." Taehyung stiffles a laugh and waits patiently for Jungkook to continue.

"She um... Fuck, I hope this isn't weird, dude. I really do. She wants to like... rough it up in the bedroom, I guess? And I just... I don’t know... I'm terrified dude." There's silence filling the gap between Taehyung and Jungkook and Jungkook almost feels like throwing up. 

"You're coming to me for sex advice... about my little sister?"

"I know, dude but... Who else I'm supossed to talk to? Jimin? Hoseok?" Jungkook sits up on his bed, an ugly knot beginning to form in his stomach. "I mean, you're my best friend," Jungkook swallows again, voice cracking. "...right?"

It's Taehyung's turn to sigh after a few seconds before he replies. "Forever and always, bro." His tone settles Jungkook's uneasiness. There's nothing but honesty in it. "Listen, Guk. I really don't know what kind of advice to give you because, literally, ew. But I do know my sister, and if that's what she wants and she's communicated with you about it, it’s because she trusts you. And I trust you more than anyone in my life. So there you go, man."

Relief washes all over Jungkook's body and he lays back on the bed again, heart not beating as hard as it was a few seconds ago. 

"Thanks, dude." Jungkook smiles. "Sorry for calling you so late."

"No problem, bro." Taehyung smiles as well, swirling his chair back to his computer screen. A weight of his own being lifted. "Among Us next time?"

"Yeah, I'll let you know. Good night, bro."  

Taehyung calls Jungkook's name before he can hang up. "Hey, man?"

"Yeah, man?"

There's a pause between them and then Taehyung speaks. "I love you, man."

Jungkook supresses the threat of tears about to spill because he knows Taehyung would try to bruise his other other eyebrow if he ever found out. Or hug him to death. Or both.

"I love you too, bro."

"This reminds me of the first time you gave me a blowjob." Jungkook chuckles, watching you get down on your knees between his spread thighs, make up free and sporting a similar low messy bun as that time he's mentioning, except this time you're wearing one of his hoodies engulfing your smaller frame. Proof that this time around, you're exclusively his and no one else’s.

"You mean the blowjob of your life." you giggle as you reach out to pull down his sweatpants, deligthed to see he decided on not wearing any underwear. Your spit on the back of your hand and immediately wrap it around the base of his rock hard cock while his own darts out to push the strands falling down your face behind your ear, heart eyes emoji looking down at you looking up at him. 

Your tongue swirls around the tip timidly, swallowing the drop of precum oozing as he sighs heavily and lovingly. "Every blowjob you give me is the blowjob of my life." he unties your hair from the band holding it together because he prefers his fingers to be the hair tie, prefers to be the one to guide the bobbing of your head up and down his dick. 

You hum in appreciation against him, cherry balmed lips wrapping fully around the head of his cock and he hums back. "Love seeing you on your knees for me with your pretty mouth stuffed, fuck." You take him deeper, closing your eyes. 

Your hand moving accordingly to your mouth and your panties already wet, clinging to your folds. It's really not your fault Jungkook is the most delicious eye candy on earth and how fast can the mere sight of him make your pussy lips quiver. You slurp around the head obscenely , a moan of yours mixing with a moan of his. "Hands on your back." 

You obligue, removing your hands and growing excited at the dominating low tone his voice exerts. The grip he has on your hair tightens and controls your motions, pushing you further down his dripping shaft until your nose hits his pubic bone. He holds you there, his own eyes closing shut and his dick twitching insde your mouth. A thrust of his hips make you gag and has one of your hands flying to tap his leg two times, letting him know you were in need for air. 

He releases you, pulling you back until his cock is pulsating in front of you. He looks down at you, both breathless but the difference is you look so messy. Eyes watery, chest moving heavily and saliva leaking from your lips. 

Yeah, there was a reason Jungkook hasn't been like this with you before. The sight of you submitting completely and looking so nasty was too much for him to handle. He might never want to see you any other way than this. 

"Isn't this what you wanted, huh?" the free hand that had been supporting his weight on the matress grasps your face harshly, making you lock eyes with him.

 "I thought you wanted me to choke you with my cock like a little whore?" you nod your head eagerly, unable to form words. Your pussy throbs, prompting you to rub your thighs to get some sort of relief as his thumb smears the spit adorning your lips. You're quick to envelop it in the warmth of your mouth, an involuntary moan leaving your throat. "Such a pretty slut," he lets his cock slap against your cheek, removing his thumb to move his hand back to his previous position. "Open again."

You do, his length entering your mouth again -that you gladly accept- and then he's shoving you down by your hair. "Shit, gonna fuck your mouth so good..." 

And he does, not holding back anymore, his hand thrusting your head along his shaft until your throat tightens around him repeteadly, struggling for breath. But you take it, you take the aggresiveness and the degradation because fuck, you've been waiting for so long to know what this feels like. To have Jungkook be mean and have this type of control and power over you and you're enjoying it a bit too much. 

"F-fuck, I'm gonna cum, leave your mouth open." he releases on your tongue, not able to look away from the image of you with tears falling down your eyes and mouth drenched with him and your spit, some of his cum staining down your chin and the corners of your lips that he gathers with his thumb and pushes back into your mouth. He groans, watching you swallow all of it like a good girl, your tongue grazing around his digit for the remainings, gaze not leaving his. "Let me grab my phone real quick, I need to take a picture of this."

You were definitely not the jealous type.  

You prided yourself on being able to recognize when your behaviours were due to your own insecurities and removing all sorts of feelings of uncertainty from your mind. You never liked toxic patterns or the glamorization of them and your relationship with Jungkook was proof. You knew relationships were supossed to be based on blind trust and faith in your partner and yours definitely reciprocated in the same way. 

"So can anybody tell me why Eunha is basically all over my boyfriend right now?" you wish you could blame your state on Hoseok's weed, who's sitting on the left side of the couch right next to you at the frat party. You really wish you could have an explanation for the way your heart tugged in such a weird way and your stomach swirled dangerously until almost making you nauseous. You really tried to blame your overthinking on the joint you had just passed to your friend. 

You knew it was bound to happen someday, especially considering Jungkook had always been a ladies' man and the kind of attraction from both men and women he was able to manifest, willing or unwillingly. You just never thought it would happen so soon and in such way that made you clench your fists so tight and your nails dig into the palm of your hands so painfully. 

"I mean, they did have like a long fling a few years ago, didn't they?" Seulgi, sitting on your right, chimes in. 

That was true. Longer than most flings Jungkook ever had before you.  

"Yeah, before she dumped him." Hoseok adds.

Your eye twitches and your jaw contracts. Because that, was also true, and it was mostly what was bothering you so much. 

Had it been Jungkook the one to move away from his situationship with Eunha like with most girls, you wouldn't have such a problem with the way she's shamelessly leaning towards him from across the room. Or the way she's twirling a strand of her hair between one of her fingers while battling her lashes. Or the way she's hysterically laughing at whatever he was saying, because your boyfriend was funny, but he was not that funny. 

You were not the jealous type, and Jungkook definitely wasn't giving you any reason to be, because as coquettish as the blonde was being or as provocatively as she was pushing her tits into his arm, he politely keeps his distance and tries to also engage with Jimin in conversation, leaving her pouting. But that wasn't enough to not make you start seriously questioning your feminist ethics right now. 

"Wait, you're not jealous, are you?" Seulgi turns to you, offering you the joint -how long had you been focusing your attention on Jungkook and Eunha to not realize it was your turn again to smoke?-. You take it, hesitating between answering right away or taking a hit before doing that. You were never a good liar. You look between your two friends who are looking back at you with their eyebrows raised.

"I-" you close your mouth and run your fingers through your hair. "Maybe? I don't know what I'm feeling and I don't like it one bit." 

"Aw, babe." Seulgi squeezes your knee, eyes showing you sympathy. "Jealousy is a natural response to any relationship."

"I know..." you take the joint in your hand, taking a long drag before letting the smoke out. "I just don't want to sound like an insecure little bitch!" you whine. "I don't want to be like 'Oh, why would Jeon Jungkook, a God of the Olympus, dare give his attention to a peasant as unworthy as me!?' Like no, he's just a man. A little less mediocre than most but a man nontheless. I'm not going to doubt myself or other women just because he's more beautiful than most, and hotter, and funnier and has a massive co-" you notice you're getting carried away by the look of disgust in Hoseok's face and Seulgi trying to hold back a laugh. 

"Anyways, he's lucky to have me. We're both lucky to have each other but sometimes I feel like I might be the luckiest out of the two. And seeing Eunha looking so pretty and throwing herself at him is triggering me because..." you pause to take a deep breath and lounch back on the couch. "What if he realizes one day that I'm luckier than he is and he could be luckier with someone else?"

There's, ironically, a long silence. Ironically because the sound of Travis Scott making the walls tremble is anything but, until Hoseok speaks.

"I think you feel that way because you still haven't seen how that boy looks at you, _____." and then he motions to the spot from across the room you had been observing for too long, the spot where Jungkook is now glancing at you after noticing your detectable distress, with a frown on his features. 

'You okay?' he mouthes, his fist raising in the air in a thumbs up, questioningly.  

Your heart jerks, and not out of bitterness or envy caused by a girl trying to get your boyfriend's attention. Because his attention is always entirely on you, no matter how many feet are separating the two of you. 

'Yes' you mouth back, with a nod of your head and an encouraging smile that has formed itself on your face. He beams as well at you. Mouthes an 'I love you' and puckers his lips in a flying kiss that makes you giggle. You mimic him, your heart tight against your chest. 

Hoseok is right. You have nothing to worry about.

Jungkook is in love with you. Sometimes, he thinks, he's too in love with you.

"Can't believe I'm letting you do this."

"Can't believe you're such a pussy."

Jungkook huffs in annoyance. He would smack your ass right now if his hands weren't restricted by a scarf of yours he had never seen before to your bedpost. He would also send you a mean look if his eyes weren't covered by the only tie he owned and had so generously lent to you. 

When you mentioned you wanted to try this, he expected you to be in this position. Not the other way around.

He's sprawled on your bed, only his boxers covering him as your legs straddle his waist and you tighten the hold of the scarf around his wrists sternly. He winces and manages an 'Hey!' He knows you're only wearing your panties because he can't feel anything else and he's felt one of your naked tits brushing  his face as you tied him up. He also tried to catch one of your nipples in his mouth as a form of punishment, to no use because you swiftly backed away from his attempt. 

"I've never been a bottom before, this is new for me." he says. He really doesn't mind any of this. He's just not used to it. He knows he'd be lying if he said it didn't turn him on a little bit, even if he'd rather be the one to have you completely unmoving and naked beneath him. Especially now that you're skimming your nails up and down his torso.

"Mm, good to know." your lips follow the path your fingers created, from the center of his chest up, moving steadily and tracing soft kisses over his flesh. 

"Don't worry. I'll be gentle." you croon, dragging your tongue from the pulse of his neck to his earlobe, nails scraping lightly over his left nipple. Jungkook shudders, air sucked in through his teeth as his mouth opens on its own. Taking advantage of this, you place a kiss on the corner of his lips before slipping your tongue inside. 

He answers simultaniously, his own tangling with yours, swallowing each other's moans. Your hips set a slow peace, clothed cad core griding over the length poking between your thighs. His hips move unvoluntarily, trying to find some sort of friction to make up for the fact that his hands are unavailable to knead your ass and pull you closer, if that was even possible.

You separate from him, raising on your knees. Jungkook whines in protest, hips buckling up from the mattress to try to meet yours again.

"Jungkook, I'm serious, stay still!" 

"I take it back." his voice shaky and hands straining against the tight hold the scarf you tied around has on them. "I don't like this. Untie me so I can fuck you, babe." he complains. You sit on his tiny waist, your thighs trying to stop his movements. 

You take a moment to assess him. He looks too beautiful for his own good: hair courtaning his forehead, biceps bulging and abs flexing. You can't see his eyes but you know they might be glassy. You bite your lip to supress a whine of delight. You almost consider doing as he says. Almost. 

But you mantain your ground. Your jealousy from the other night had been crawling slowly from within these past few days and since you couldn't take it out on Jungkook any other way because he really wasn't to blame, you figured you'd try something new to punish him and let some of your supressed anger vanish. 

Twisting your body back to pull down his boxers, not all the way, just enough to have his cock springing free from the confines of the fabric and slapping against your asscheeks.

"Has toxic masculinity seriously polluted your brain so much you can't take this seriously?" you fall forward, one of your hands balancing you beside his head as the other wraps around his neck, a tentative hold not yet to constrict his breathing. 

He gulps, his body's tense and his Adam's apple is prominent under your touch. All he can see is black but he'd do anything to watch your pretty tits bouncing in front of his face. "I don't like this conversation either." he pouts.

"Then why are you so hard?" you grin, holding yourself back from laughing as he hesitates for an answer. You lean closer, mouth against his ear as you whisper. "I'm so wet right now, I could take you just like this. No lubrication at all and my pussy would just swallow your dick." Feeling his girth still between your ass flutter, clearly affected by the sultry tone of your voice. You remove your hand from his neck seeing as he has stopped moving obediently. Reaching back, you slide your panties to the side and align your entrance to the head of his leaking cock. 

"Fuck, baby, please~" Jungkook's pleads fills the air, hips desperately back in motion and sliding just a few inches inside your drenched heat. The warmth envoles him instantly, your pussy pulsates around him and neither of you can't help the in synch groans tearing from your throats. 

"Just the tip" you lick your lips, your voice betraying you as you resist the urge to glide the rest of his lenght inside your quivering core.

"Just the tip, my ass." 

Out of sudden, Jungkook is swiftly lifting his hips from the matress, sinking all the way in. You cry as your body jumps forward, face hidden in the juncture of Jungkook's sweaty neck. His thick cock stretches you out as nice and deep and perfectly as he always does. You mewl. This was not supossed to happen at all.  

"See? This is what you really wanted." you can hear the chuckle threatening to spill from his lips, anger starting to boil inside of you again. 

Regaining a little bit of your lost control, you lift yourself on your trembling knees and sit back again, the tip of his dick hitting your cervix. You groan in unision, placing your hands on the hard planes of his chest and steadying yourself to try to reclaim your dominance. Finding it troublesome, because Jungook is set on having it his own way, his thrusts meeting yours in perfect synch.

You really shouldn't feel your climax approaching so soon but somehow battling for control while bickering with Jungkook is about to send you over the edge and that's making you even more annoyed.

"I swear to God, Jungkook. If you don't stop moving and shut the fuck up..." your murmur through gritted teeth, jaw slackened and eyes fluttering shut.  

"What?" he spats, breathing rugged and voice coarse. "If I don't shut up, you'll wha-"

The sound of a sharp smack echoes inside your room and Jungkook's movements freeze on the spot. His head is turned to the side from the impact, and a faint print of your fingers is adorning his  already stinging cheek. None of you mutter anything for a few seconds, until concerned words start to rush out of you.

"Ohmygod, Jungkook, I-"

"Did you just slap me?" Jungkook is unmoving, his mouth agape and you can picture the incredulous expression his eyes might be oozing. "Baby, what the fuck?!" You're mortified. Your hands cover your mouth and your eyes, wide open, stare down at him although he can't stare at you back.

"Babe, I don't know why I did that, you wouldn't stop talking and I know that's not an excuse but it-" 

"It was fucking hot." a breathy laugh in disbelief leaves his chest. Your forehead creases, hands falling down to your chest to try to steady your incessant heartbeat. His tongue darts between his pearly teeth, a smug smirk on his features. An eyebrow of yours raises as you size him up, the realization that his body is completely motionless now hitting you.

Lurging forward, you pinch his jaw between your fingers, your hips carry on their grinding on their own accord. He releases a raspy moan, your walls clenching around him as another hit strikes his cheek, softer this time. 

"You gonna be good to me?" you mutter against his lips. He nods slowly, his mouth salivating as your hips swirl on top of him. He blindly tries to reattach his mouth to yours, but you dodge him, going for the skin of his clavicle instead. "Can I fuck you slow like this until you're filling me with your cum?" He squirms when he feels you sucking a pretty purple bruise on his flesh, your cunt dropping all the way down his cock, leisurly grinding against his pelvic bone, looking yourself to find some relief to your clit. 

"Ah!" his head tilts back, back slighlt arching as you soothe the mark on his neck with your tongue. "That m-might be s-sooner than you think, babe" he admits timorously, swallowing the lump in his throat, the veins on his neck on full display. 

You sigh in content because, thankfully your orgasm is also closer than he thinks it is. "M-me too-" you gasp, your face buried on his shoulder, letting your fingers brush his ebony hair, nails gently scrapping his scalp as you keep the tortuous movements of your hips against his, his girth hitting that spot just right everytime until you feel the knot in your tummy finally snapping. "C-cum, J-Jungkook, I-m-"

Jungkook doesn't need to be told twice because he has been holding back from it for a while now, not really willing to admit he was enjoying this as much as he was. With a thrust of his own fused with the way your pussy is tightening around him it's enough to send him over the edge, an unpredicted cry emanating from his vocal chords harmonizing with your own, his whole body tensing as your walls milk every single drop of his cum. 

For several minutes you stay just like that. Jungkook's hands still tied, blindfold still on, his mouth still agape as his chest rises and falls until his breathing becomes steady again. And you, on top, your fingers tangled in his dark locks, your breath fanning against his neck and his release dripping down your thighs. You stay like that until your body starts shaking with uncontrollable laughter. 

Jungkook tilts his head towards yours, eyebrows furrowing and eyes still covered.

"What was that noise?" you manage through your giggle fit. "'Aaah!'" You've never made a noise like that before, I can't- it was so funn-"

Even while still being strained and blindfolded and with you making fun of him, a loopsided goofy smirk starts making an appearence on Jungkook's features. 

Fancy dinner parties were never your thing. 

Wearing heels that were too high -specifically to try to match Jungkook's height-, a new expensive dress that you were surely going to return as soon as the event was over because you definitely could not afford it and socializing with Jungkook's clique was definitely not the way you envisioned your Saturday night going. 

At least Jungkook had barely been able to keep his hands for himself at the sight of you wrapped in emerald green silk and lace. But even that couldn't make you feel less uncomfortable and out of place. 

Yugyeom, one of Jungkook's friends, had definitely more money than your boyfriend had previously let you know. Apparently, being a 'lil rich' as Jungkook had mentioned meant booking a luxurious restaurant to hold a dinner party with at least fifty people who looked just as 'lil rich' as Yugyeom's Gucci tuxedo.  

'It'll be alright babe. Yugyeom always insists on celebrating his birthday like it's an Oscar after party. We'll just eat some of that disgusting caviar and then head home to watch Netflix, I swear'. 

And yes, caviar was gross, but so was the fact that Jungkook had failed to mention a certain someone would also be making an appearence. 

After introducing you to a few of his friends and realizing that Mingyu's frendliness and amiability helped you feel more relaxed, he had excused himself to the bathroom, leaving you and his friend to entangle in a heated conversation about How I Met Your Mother's finale season. 

You were thankful for Mingyu's humble nature and easygoing talk for a few minutes until you finally spotted your boyfriend making his way back into the room, stopping in his tracks to acknowledge a group of friends from his class. 

Again, you wouldn't have such a problem with a certain blonde if she would just stop looking at Jungkook with stars in her eyes and pressing her cleavage against him while playing with her hair. It was hard to keep track of your conversation with Mingyu while Eunha was standing right next to your boyfriend and seemingly ogling up at him. It was also hard to not let your mind waver to dangerous territory when you took notice of how disgustingly good they looked together. 

Just two attractive people who would look disgustingly good together. 

Mingyu's voice makes you turn back to him. 

"...I don't know, like, Barney was a womanizer until Robin, you know? He changed for her! They were just perfect for each other, but they had to throw it all away by killing the mother and then making Robin marry Ted? And Barney going back to his old ways?" Mingyu sounds exhasperated and you would laugh and find it cute if your stomach wasn't tugging again in a way that made you regret drinking so much wine so fast. Specially after his last statement.  

"That's what I'm saying." you mumble, turning your attention back to your boyfriend in the crowd.

Jungkook wouldn't go back to his old ways. He loves you. There's nothing to worry about.

But as you watch him start to make his way towards you, you also watch the way Eunha grabs the sleeve of his blazer to pull him back. She leans in, whispers something in his ear to which he just shakes his head, says something that it's impossible to decipher from here you're standing and simply walks in your direction. 

Still, as much as you tried to be neutral and objective and not a 'jealous little bitch', it's almost impossible to hide the sour expression on your face. It's impossible to unclench your jaw throughout the entire evening or lose the too tight grip on your glass of wine. Even when Jungkook whispers in your ear if you're okay, you merely nod yes. You avoid eye contact with him and everytime he tries to slip your hand into his, you dodge him it by wrapping your arms around yourself, claiming how cold it is.

Jungkook is not dumb. 

He know something's up but he's also not stupid enough to cause a scene in public or preassure you into talking. So he settles on wating and being patient. Even as he slips his jacket on your stiff shoulders with pouty lips and his eyebrows drawn together, all he does is press a small kiss to the back of your neck. It takes all power within you to not throw yourself in his arms. 

But as midnight approaches and it's time to leave, you notice a change in Jungkook's behaviour as you say your goodbyes. His hand on your back is not just a soft caress, instead, his fingers pull you closer, dig into your skin as he drags the both of you to where his car is parked. Now it's him who avoids your gaze. His tensed jaw and his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek is a visible indicator that Jungkook is pissed. 

You know his body language as well as he knows yours. And now, as he opens the door of the passanger seat so you can slide in, the guilt and the remorse of acting cold towards him for hours is finally dawning on you. 

"Are you going to tell me now what was that about?" when he closes his own door shut, he doesn't bother to put his seatbelt on. Just grips the steering wheel as he turns to you. 

"I-I don't know what you're t-"

"You don't know what I'm talking about?" he laughs, not a bit of humour in it. "I know scenes like this make you feel uncomfortable but I actually thought everything was going fine. I leave you for five minutes with Mingyu and when I come back, you won't look at me, won't touch me, won't act like I'm your boyfriend. Like I did something wrong. So please, _____, tell me, what's going on?"

You know there's no excuse for the way you acted. You know it's not Jungkook's fault he attracts attention and it most definitely not his fault if an ex of his is still hung up on him. You know it's your own fault and you know you should not try to excuse yourself and fight back. You'd swore to yourself you'd push down any feelings of jealousy deep inside until they disappeared. But something about tonight makes you explode.

"Why was she being all over you?"

Jungkook's face twists in confusion. "What? Who?"

"Eunha! Who the fuck else? She was all over you a few weeks ago at Minghao's party, and she was all over you tonight!" your voice is louder than you would've liked but at this point all you care about is letting it all out.

"This is what all of that was about? Eunha?"

"Yes! I've seen her on campus as well! Always trying to get your attention! I don't care that you have friends in common, but specially tonight, she whispered something to you and she was looking at you like she-"

"Who cares how she looks at me? All you need to care about is how I look at you because the only thing I care about is how you look at me!" Jungkook exclaims, clearly exhausted of this conversation. 

You sink in your seat and look away as the knuckles on his hands turn white from gripping the steering wheel. 

"_____," he calls you gently,  but his voice mantains a stern tone to it. "We don't do jealousy. I thought we were supossed to trust each other blindly. Have I not proved to you how sickenly in love with you I am? Do you not trust me and what I feel?"

"I-... Of course I do. I-just... I don't know. You're right. That was uncalled for." you wrap yourself in the warmth of Junkook's blazer, trying to make his scent wash away any ugly resentment and guilt in your body. 

"Wanna know what she said to me?" a rethorical question, because he was going to tell you anyway. "She asked me if I was going to stay for Yugyeom's after party, way past midnight. Wanna know what I said?" he turns to you. "I said no, I'm spending the night with my girlfriend."

None of you say nothing after that. He just puts his seatbelt on and starts driving. It's not too much of a far drive to his dorm, but the silence and the awkwardness makes it feel so much longer than it should be. You don't remember the last time Jungkook was mad at you. Actually, you don't think Jungkook has ever been mad at you. He loved the banter, loved to tease you, loved being competitive with you. But you had never seen him being avoidant of you. And that feeling tears your heart on the seat of his car.

"Are you mad at me?" you ask, voice barely audible, when the car stops at a red light. His dark eyes meet yours, his face immediately softening as he studies your expression. Then he picks one of your small hands in one of his big ones, brings it to his lips and lightly kisses your knuckles. He communicates with his eyes what he doesn't with words and it's enough to make you feel secure, at least for now.

When you finally arrive at Jungkook's room, he holds the door ope for you and lets you walk in, but he's still unusually quiet. So much so, you start to worry you might have fucked up big time. 

You stand there, not knowing what to do as you watch him sit down on his bed, slipping his shoes and socks off and loosening the tie around his neck. His hair, that was perfectly styled a few hours ago, is now messy by the amount of times his hand has pushed it back. He looks too yummy, and you hate the fact that tension and a little bit of fighting has managed to make him look as delectable. 

You ignore the heat starting to form in your belly because now it's not the time to be horny. Not when you still need to apologize and make things right. He's rolling  the sleeves of his black shirt down his forearms when you decide to speak. 

"Jungkook, I'm very sorry." you start, as you remove his blazer off you and place it on the chair right in front of his desk. "I don't know why I acted the way I did. I dont get easily jealous and I really don't think I am but..." your throat constricts your words for a moment. "The more I love you, the more frightened I get when I think that one day you'll realize I'm better off as your best friend's little sister. I-I dont know what I'd do with myself if that ever happene-"

"Take off your dress." Jungkook's impassive voice and emotionless face startles you and you freeze on your feet. 

"What?"

"Did I stutter?"

His elbows rest on his knees and he's holding your stare with his. His doe eyes lack that free spirited and amusing glint they usually have. He looks bored, scrutinizing you. He's not challenging you. He's commanding you because he knows you will obligue. 

That's why you gulp and slowly slide the straps of your dress down your arms until the fabric pools at your feet. His eyes waver along your naked breasts, nipples perking up like the mere intensity of his gaze is ordering them to. He doesn't make a move and doesn't say anything for a few seconds. He doesn't compliment you like he normally would at the sight of you almost naked in front of him.

His lack of words make you feel insecure, regardless of how turned on you are. You're used to Jungkook being reassuring, you're used to his lighthearted jokes and his playful kisses in the bedroom. But you're not used to Jungkook telling you what to do and keeping his distance while doing so. Your arms move on their own to hide yourself.

"Don't. If you hide from me, I swear to God, _____." he watches you as you let your arms fall back to your sides, your chest moving up and down while you struggle to breathe. You can't deny Jungkook's gruff voice and his eyes studying every bit of skin available to him like he hasn't seen you naked before is not making your underwear stick to your lower lips. 

"JK, I just don't think this is the right moment to-"

"On my lap." your heart skips a bit, a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins.

"Jungkook-"

"I said, get on my lap, face down." he says again, this time slower. One of his eyebrows quirk up. "Or would you rather me drag you myself? Or make you crawl?"

Your eyes widen, and your feet are quick to approach him. Your nipples tingle, your core is throbbing and your cheeks are adorned by a beautiful blush that Jungkook doesn't miss. 

He doesn't move until you're in front of him, just to help you lower yourself on his lap, your cheek and your nipples touching the mattress and your ass up. You close your eyes when Jungkook skims his fingertips over your skin, his carressing relaxing your body until he eases your nerves a bit. He sighs when he notices the way that poor excuse of a thong sticks between your folds as his strong hands massage your buttcheeks. 

He's taking his time, his fingers gliding over your soft skin, his breathing too calm for your liking. Until one palm of his hand collides sharply against your right cheek, sending your body forward. You gasp, the stinging making your body want to pull away. But he's quick to catch both your wrists behind your back, keeping you in place. 

"Jungk-!"

Another smack, this time harder, on the same cheek. 

"Did I give you permission to talk?"  

Smack. This time on the left cheek. Your back arches on its own will, presenting more of your ass to him unwittingly. Your eyes squeezed shut and bite the inside of your cheek as you rub your thighs together. You keep quiet as his hand lands another blow on your ass. 

"That's a good girl. Now," his voice is gentler this time as his hand soothe your reddened cheeks. "do you think what you did tonight was okay?" you say nothing, only a mewl slips past your lips. Another smack. "Answer me."

"No." you lick your lips, anticipating more. 

"Do you think it was funny to pull a stunt like that?" 

Smack.

"N-no!"

"No, it wasn't. Spread your legs for me." you do as you're told and he finally pulls down the drenched piece of lace down your thighs. He leans forward, spreads your cheeks with one hand as he lets a glob of spit fall directly into your lips. He makes you gasp when his fingers start sliding up and down your folds slowly. 

"I've had to put up with this kind of behavour since the day you begged me to fuck this tight, virgin pussy like the little slut you are." you whine, face red as humiliation starts to creep in. Jungkook slips one finger in, pumping it slow and easy. Your hips move to take him deeper.

"I tried to be a gentleman, you know?" he says, adding a second finger. "I've tried to treat you nice and sweet and be the best boyfriend I could be to make you happy and keep you satisfied in every sense of the word." his thumb finds your clit, rubbing tortuous circles. 

"Been compeletely whipped since I kissed you for the first time. Haven't looked at other girls because I just can't when I have everything I want to look at right in front of me." murmuring, he starts to get lost your pussy and how it swallows his fingers and how obscene you look and sound, dripping right on his trousers. He watches his fingers moving in and out, almost hypnotized. "Yet, somehow..." he pulls away. You whimper in protest. 

"Somehow, you still seem to doubt me." His hand smacks your cheek again, wet fingers spreading your essence all over your skin.

"P-please, please." you cry. You miss Jungkook's sadistic smile before he releases the grip on your wrists, still keeping you on his lap. Both his hands spread your cheeks now, and another glob of spit falls right into your asshole. His fingers find your cunt again, easily taking you almost over the edge.

"If you could only look at yourself right now... All spread out for me like a needy whore in heat" his thumb teases your unexplored rim, hesitantly, coating it with his spit and your own arousal. He presses in slowly. You gasp, your body tenses and Jungkook stills his movements immediately. There's silence for a few seconds. 

"Too far? Should I stop?" and there's your Jungkook, concern lacing his voice. His free hand caresses your back, your body relaxing, laying back down obediently. His fingers are still inside you and his thumb is still asking for entrance. He leans forward, placing a small but comforting kiss on the bruised skin of your right asscheek. 

"Go on." you whisper, but he doesn't move right away. This time, it's his own body that tenses momentarely before going back to his tranquil demeanor. He breathes through his noise as his fingers pick up where they left off. 

"Yeah?" you swear you hear him swallow a lump in his throat. "Gonna let me finger this tight little ass like a good slut? Mm?" his thumb slides deeper, slightly stretching you out while his fingers work your pussy in a solid rhythm. "Gonna let me stretch you out little by little until I can open you up with my cock one day?" his movements speed up, fingers sliding out of your cunt to play with your clit and his thumb slowly moving in and out. "You don't wanna talk now? You just want to stay silent while I fuck your ass and-"

And then you're cumming, so unexpected it takes both of you by surprise. Your hands grip onto Jungkook's sheets, your thighs clasp around his hand as you scream his name. He doesn't stop though. He rides you through it, encouraging words mixing with filthy insults that prolong your orgasm until you're squirming beneath him. 

"Shit, baby... My hand is soaked." he mumbles, as he slowly removes his fingers and thumb from you. "You okay?"

You faintly nod your head yes, not able to find words through your dry mouth and your pussy still convulsing. 

"Good. Get on the bed. On your hands and knees." 

You somehow manage to slip from his lap and position yourself as he says. Except your arms and legs are shaking. Although the sound of Jungkook undoing his belt and his hands gripping your hips and bringing you towards him until the head of his dick is at your entrance is enough to make you forget about how tired your body is. You surrender to him, not even bothering to hold yourself up on your arms, your fingers crumbling the sheets and your face buried into the pillow. 

When his cock enters you, a pitiful moan leaves your mouth. His thick lenght slides into your heat, filling you perfectly as he always does. It's a wonder how well he fits inside you. 

"Such a perfect slut for me. Always ready for me to do whatever I want with her, since day one. So tight, so ready. So, so perfect. All mine." he talks as measured as he moves, dragging each word out as his hips find a nice tempo. 

Then he doesn't move for a while with his dick buried between your walls, and you know he's holding himself back. You turn your head slightly to look at him. He catches your eyes instantly. Sees your mascara running down your watery eyes, and your smudged lipstick and your messy hair and then he's giving you that look. That look that lets you know that Jungkook is, indeed, whipped for you. Leaning in, he presses his shirt-covered chest to your sweaty, naked back. His cock dives deeper, not an ounce of space between you as he lovingly kisses your cheek until his mouth finds yours. 

He kisses you hard but soft, tongue meeting yours for the first time since you entered the room. Jungkook is not a man of words. He's silly, and a jokester, and finds it difficult to express how he's feeling. But when he kisses you, or looks at you, when he touches you, or when he makes love to you, even if it's as dirty and filthy as right now, he's always able to transmit exactly what he can't vocally.

He's telling you there's no other place he'd rather be than here, with you. 

When he pulls back, a string of saliva still connecting your lips, his hand moves to the back of your head, fisting your hair in a tight hold that makes you arch your back and desperately moan for him.

"A-and you're mine." you sob.

It's like something snaps inside of him. He growls and suddenly his hips lose control. He nails you against the mattress, his grip on your hair pulling your head back, his lips against your ear as your cunt clenches around his cock. 

"Just yours. All yours." his grunts send shivers down your spine and you're close again, even in the painful and uncomfortable position your body is in. Being at Jungkook's mercy and him being at yours is enough to have you seeing starts.

"This is the only pussy I want wrapped around my cock. Your lips are the only ones I want to kiss. You're the only one I want between my arms." It only takes two flickers of Jungkook's free hand against your nub and his next words to tip you over. "You belong to me, and I belong to you."

You squeal as you come, and Jungkook bites your shoulder to keep himself from doing so as well as he follows shortly. He fills you up with his release,  but he doesn't release you from him. He wraps his arms around your frame, both your bodies becoming soft as he rolls over to one side with your back still pressed to his chest, cock still inside you. His lips find their way to the skin of your shoulder and the back of your neck. His breath fanning your flesh makes you smile.

"That is so not like my sister. I'm telling you, she never gets jealous." Taehyung says over the phone. He's munching on something again and Jungkook would bet all the money in his wallet again he's eating Skittles. Red Skittles. "So, everything cool now?"

"Yeah, man. We just talked it out, you know?" Jungkook's gaze falls on you, laying on your stomach on his bed, laptop iluminating your face, earbuds on and your head moving to whatever music you're listening to. Jungkook would bet all the money in his bank account it's Shape Of My Heart by The Backstreet Boys. Or at least that's what he's been able to guess so far. He was never good at reading lips, specially when trying to guess boybands' lyrics. 

Friday's nights meant late 1990's/early 2000's pop nostalgia for you. It meant shaking his head and spending the following week trying to get Britney and Xtina songs out of his brain for him. Although lately, he hadn't been trying that hard. Jungkook sighs in content, not really trying to cover the fact that he might be looking at you like a starstruck teenager. Which, it was totally fair because that's exactly how he feels about you. "Communication is key, bro."

He keeps watching you until your head perks up and catch him gawking. You smile at him and he smiles back.

"By 'communication is key' you mean you actually fucked my little sister silly right? Bro, I swear, I'll block your numb-"

"Sorry man, gotta go." 

"And now you're gonna fuck her silly again, right? You son of a b-"

Jungkook hangs up just as you take your earbuds off, making his way to you to kiss you silly.