#it makes me happy that he’s okay w showing his tummy

[lightsinthefloors]

A rare collection of Michael tummy content collected in 2023, a post I never thought I’d make

[hoshigray]

Anon said: I hope it's okay.. wondering if you could write something for ushijima where he's married with kids and the mc is starting to feel insecure about her body and ushijima shows to her how much he still gets turned on by her (now more than ever too). Also I'm really happy I came across your blog! Absolutely love your writing! 🤗💕✨️

Omg another Ushi request!! Stop this is so cute, has me grinnin' and shit!! Tysm for the kind words, noonie, happy to have you on my blog as well~ ;w; ♡ (also, I'm so so so SO sorry for deleting your ask before, plz forgive me bc the draft wasn't finished AT ALL, lmao)

Cw: Ushijima x fem! reader - soft and then smutty, so minors DNI - reader is chubby + has stretch marks cuz I said so - kisses on body (f! receiving) - cunnilingus/oral (f! receiving) - implied breeding kink - praise - biting (Ushi nibbles on your tummy, cheeks, and nipples) - clitoral play (swiping and sucking) - ends with implied insertion - slight overstimulation - reader feeling self-conscious about their body but Ushi coming in for the rescue - you and Ushi have two-year-old twin sons!! Wc: 2.8k

There's nothing you would want to change about your life.

You already thought you hit the jackpot when you stumbled upon and started dating THE Wakatoshi Ushijima, a man you never — in your WILDEST dreams imaginable — could see yourself with. And the fact that he proposed and took you as his spouse is shocking enough. But now, as you see him on the couch with two small children asleep on his lap as the man watches the television, it's hard to conceal the smile that sneaks past your comprehension, and you silently walk upstairs to your shared bedroom.

It's been three years since you and Ushijima tied the knot, and you expectant with two boys immediately after. Since then, your life has gotten brighter and brighter by the day. Not only has Ushijima been a great and supportive unit as he has been since he first met you, but watching your sons grow into such beautiful bundles of joy never fails to make you beam with glee. And it's so cute because they're literal carbon copies of their father! Aside from being much more expressive and bubbly than their silent parent, he says they get from you.

For the past three years, every day in the Ushijima household has been grateful. Having a loving husband and two wonderful children is evidence of such. Because of this happiness you bestow and witness, there's absolutely nothing in this life that you'd want to change or replace…

...But that's a lie because there is one thing you'd wish to change. And it bothers you as you stare into the bedroom mirror.

Turning your figure to the left and right in your underwear, you're the only one here who can point out the critiques of your body that you've noticed since pregnancy. Your brows crease as you bore holes at the plumpness of your abdomen that wasn't this curvy before, the detailed streaks of your stretch marks indicating the changes your body's undergone through the years. And your appearance comes off plumper than you've remembered prior; memories of your "perfect" figure from your wedding night flood your mind.

The mirror doesn't display a "you" that you recognize. It's a "you" that has long replaced your old self — the old self who was distinct compared to now, the old self that would model cute outfits and pose with their friends, the old self that grabbed the attention of a well-renowned volleyball player and would soon bear his children.

That old self is long gone, fueling your dismay about who you're looking at as your reflection. This is you, but this isn't your body, is it? It can't be. A body like this shouldn't be able to experience the happiness you're experiencing...should it? The more you stare at your reflection, the blurrier your head is clouded with your thoughts, and an uncomfortable bob strangles your throat.

KNOCK!! KNOCK!!

You jump at the sudden sound, turning to face the ajar bedroom door. Your husband, Ushijima, entering halfway. "Can I come in?"

"Uhhh, yeah, come in!" You stutter as you grab an oversized shirt (Ushijima's) to cover up. It's funny: being together all these years and you still wish to be modest around your partner. He closes the door behind him once you sit on your side of the bed. "Put the boys to bed."

"Mhmm." He hums in response, walking to the mirror you were using, touching up on his hair before taking off his shirt. He stretches in front of the glass, and you observe him as he does so. His reflection depicts the gorgeous lean physique as his breathtaking back muscles captivate you. Even when he goes into the closet to fetch a more comfortable tee to sleep in, your eyes never leave him.

Strong. Stoic. Incredibly athletic. And a cadence that engulfs anyone in his path. There are many ways people in your surroundings have depicted your husband. And with a front-row seat, you understand what they mean. Ushijima is a rather unusual breed of man, both mind and body; it's a fact you've known before you two dated. And it's a fact that grasps your attraction to him constantly. All these years, and he's still the handsome man you fell in love with.

Makes you wonder if he thinks the same for you. Even with your current body...

"Y/n." A voice snaps you back to the present, turning to the other side of the bed to see Ushijima look directly at you. You blink with a shiver; he must've been calling for you while deep in your thoughts. "You okay?"

You cough before answering. "Ahem, yeah, yeah! Sorry, I'm fine."

The man trenches his brows. "No, you're not." He cuts you off before you can say an excuse. "This is the third time this week you've been thinking up a storm to yourself. Not to mention you've been doing it for the past few months."

"Am...Was I that obvious?"

"That, and I saw you looking at yourself earlier." It's bad enough his blunt answers shoot arrows to your heart, but to know he did see you eyeing yourself at the mirror? Your mind goes rampant thinking what he'll say next. "So, what's wrong?"

You could try to dismiss the topic again and just retire for the night, but you know Ushijima well enough to know you can trust him with what you're thinking. You sigh heavily, turning to your fingers that fidget amognst themselves. "Toshi...Do you...like my body?"

One second goes by. Three seconds. The silence gnaws you, you chew on your lip to distract yourself until the man answers. "...What do you mean?"

"Like...before I had the boys, I felt real...confident? With myself?" Your fingers now toy with the comforter covering your lower body, the awkward atmosphere eating you alive. "I'm not saying I was the most gorgeous person alive or anything, but I liked how my body looked. And now, after being pregnant and everything, I just feel like.....I don't know. Forget about it; good night!" You swiftly turned off the lamp on your bedside and patted your pillow. But before you can situate yourself to sleep, a hand comes to your cheek, prompting you to look at your spouse again.

"Y/n." The way he says your name is so calm and comforting. You lean to his touch. "Is that what's been bothering you?"

You nod, a thumb stroking the soft flesh of your cheek. "Yeah, it's just me with my stupid thoughts bullying me, really..."

Ushijima hums, his free hand freeing your lower half from the warm comforter, exposing your legs to the air-conditioned space. "You shouldn't let those thoughts take the best out of you. You're an adult; it's only natural that your body changes as you grow. And as a mother, it's not guaranteed you'll look like your old self." Once again, the man obliviously scolds you with his curt response. Although, you know he's not wrong, nodding to his words.

"I know, I know. It's just..." Another sigh leaves your fatigued lips. "Every time I look at myself, I just don't know...how can such an amazing and wonderful guy like you still want to be with me looking...different. I get it: it's just my head being mean. But still..." And you leave it at that, withdrawing your face from his warm palm.

Ushijima, though, kept his eyes on your solemn expression. He tries again, bringing his hand up to your chin to look at him. "To answer your question: yes, I do like your body. The reason why is that it's your body. I keep mine in the same condition — if not better — simply because I have a job that requires me to do so. But that's just for me, not you. I didn't date you just because of your body alone. I sure didn't propose to you for it either. I married you — all of you. I love everything about you, and that love hasn't changed since I said my vows." The hand on your chin returns to cupping your cheek. "And it won't change just because of some natural changes to your body. Otherwise, I'd be a terrible husband and father for thinking so."

"Toshi..." Just when you thought your love for this man couldn't get any significant, he always finds a way to bring it up to substantial levels. Your heart swoons to his words, making you fall unquestionably in love with him again. Now you bring a hand to his cheek, "You're such a wonderful man, you know that? So lucky to have you as my husband." He averts his gaze from yours, a sign you know is his way of accepting praise.

"I'll say this, though," the tall man places his other hand to seize your small one on his cheek, olive eyes boring into yours: a sign of honesty. "Ever since you had the twins, I think you've become more beautiful than before."

His face draws in close, and your breath hitches. "Toshi—"

"I mean it. You're so beautiful..." His lips rest on your plump ones, and you're gently pushed to your back with your head on the pillows. It doesn't take long for you to melt into his kisses, small gasps when he leaves your lips to set sweet smooches on your cheek and neck. "So beautiful for me....."

The feeling of his lips on you has you under his spell, and you mean when a hand snakes under your shirt. Ushijima lifts the material to expose your body to him; humility still runs over you as you use your hands to cover yourself. But the man before you doesn't let that happen, moving your hands off your body and onto his shoulders. "Don't do that. Let me see it all." His mouth goes back to your neck, sucking on your skin that'll surely leave marks for you to see in the morning.

He then ventured down, kissing and sucking on every piece of insecurity that caged you. Every stretch mark, from your shoulders to your tummy, kissed with love and gratitude. Your plush thighs were rubbed by his hands before his mouth came down, giving the fat above your panties a teasing bite, causing your legs to jerk. Ushijima removes your underwear, discards the lacy material to the cold wooden floor, and spreads your legs to have your bare genitalia out for him to see.

Your face is now hot from the exposition. "Toshi..." you say his name in a whisper, not wanting to get loud as your bedroom is not too far from your sons'. "Please, you don't have to—Ooohhh..." You're cut off when you feel his tongue lap on one of your nipples, licking on the bud while using his hand to toy with the other breast.

"No, I do have to." He says in between licks to your nipple before taking it wholly into his mouth; your whimpers fail to cooperate on wanting to be stifled by your lips. The heat between your legs starts to flourish, having you grind your thighs together to ease the throbbing sensation. And Ushihima notices, releasing your mound from his hand and slithering it between your soft thighs, protruding his fingers between the folds of your vagina. A sharp cry comes out of you at the sudden contact of his forefinger brushing your clit.

"Ahhhh! Toshi, right there, right—Mmmmm..."

"Not yet, Y/n," your husband coos to your ears, his voice so hot to hear. "Need to warm you up first..." He lays kisses on your neck while pushing his finger into you. You bring a hand to cover the shriek from exiting when his digit enters your chasm, your inner walls adjusting to the size. And when he inserts his middle fingers, you find purchase on the tee he's wearing.

"Oooh, hooohh...Jesus Christ, Toshi, your fingers," you whine to him. He brings his face up to glance at yours. "Feels so good, so—Ahaaannn!!"

"Shhhh, keep feeling good for me." He coaxes you with a kiss on your forehead, the pace of his fingers quickens, and the squelching noises coming from your cunt burn your ears. Your hips buck whenever his digits scrape the velvety walls, and your mind slowly descends into a lustful haze. You want him so bad — want him right now.

And Ushijima takes this time to examine your body while he works on your leaky slit. Watching your figure quiver to his touch, your mouth agape for cute moans to fill the space, and your eyes screwed to an expression of pleasure. Here is where he treasures you more than ever: having you like this with him and only him. It turns him on. It's a raunchy thought, but it's true.

Beauty stirs many images in Ushijima's mind. But nothing triumphs over the true definition of beauty when it's about you. You are the most beautiful in his eyes, both body and soul. Every time he looks at you, the memory of your first smile to him flashes before him, a moment he cherishes till his last breath and is the moment that cemented his wish to have you by his side. And now married with two bouncing boys, there has not been one instance where his light for you diminishes. If anything, it grows brighter and brighter.

However, when it comes to his attention that you don't see yourself in the same light as he does, it's only befitting for a husband to fix that. Because, in his eyes, even through all the changes throughout the years, your body still drives him insane. Especially now, when he's the reason that transformed you with his youths. And seeing you writhe on the bed with his fingers in your vulva, that switch that once flipped before has twitched something inside him...

"Ahhhn!! Nnnmm!! Toshi, Oh God..." The tall man snaps to your disheveled look, your eyes watery and lips puffy from frequent chews. "Haaah!! It's coming, I'm gonna—Ohoooo!!"

"Go ahead. Cum on me, Y/n." He kisses and nibbles your cheeks before putting his mouth on your nipple once more, sucking and lightly biting the nub while pushing his fingers in and out of your cunt at a sporadic rhythm. He places his thumb on your clitoris, swiping and grinding on the tender button. And that was the final piece for your orgasm to overtake you, the walls of your slit clamping around his digits while your body quivers with the crawl of your spine.

Your cries fill the bedroom, riding out your climax until the last tremble. Toes curl as your pussy flutters on him, and they relax when your body is sheathed with a soothing silence that calms you down from the aftershocks. Pants exit swollen lips, too distracted in your bliss to catch a glimpse of Ushijima moving downward to your southern lips, his tongue running on your slick-coated folds.

A forced wail comes out at the motion of his mouth on your chasm. "T-Toshi, stop! I'm too sensit—Iiieeee!!" Your hollers return with an ecstatic vigor as your husband drinks your essence.

"Y/n," his voice was loud enough to draw your awareness to him, licking your fluids from your inner thighs. "You drive me crazy, you know. Your body, it turns me on so much."

"Mmmm, hmmmm, r-really?" Even though Ushijima is sucking on your most delicate areas, you're able to carry on with the conversation.

"Really. Actually, I've been turned on throughout the entire pregnancy. Something about making you big and swole with a baby — the thought about it makes me go wild." He finally removes himself from your cunt, licking remnants of your fluids from his lips. He then takes off his tee, his well-built physique for your eyes to ogle.

Hooded olive eyes stare at you as he undoes the drawstring of his sweatpants, bringing them down to reveal his erection. The image of his cock springing has your sweat run to deep ice cold. You know where this is going, and you can't tell if the pulses of your chasm are out of fear or mutual excitement. "Toshi—"

"Hey, Y/n, I've been thinking" he brings you close to him, your legs spread for him. He then aligns his dick to your wet cunt, using your slick to lubricate the tip of his length before pushing it between your folds. You have to bring a hand up to conceal the mewls. "Maybe we should have another baby. Let's try a girl this time." His mind clouded with aroused thoughts; you pregnant with his child again, all big and round and swole with his child. The image sends shivers up his since. He gets so fucking turned on by it. But as long as it's you, it's all good. Even now, when the tip is finally inserted with a muffled cry from your covered lips, Ushijima doesn't want to turn back.

"Want them to be cute and beautiful like you..."

[undertale-writing-times]

I'm not sure if you're still doing these prompts, and sorry if you aren't, but if you are, could you do the lovesick/obsession prompt

"How did I ever get so Lucky...?"

With Dusty?

Maybe the reader could be saying it to him?

Hehe okay :D

I’m having a lot of fun with these yandere things. I never write stuff like this so being able to is... a lot of fun -w-

Dusty felt so lucky to have his datemate.

At first, he was so worried about them leaving him and finding someone else that they were much happier with but then Pappy gave him an idea, they wouldn't be able to find someone else if they weren't allowed to be near other people, right?

He was right!

Ever since he took Y/n away from their world, bringing them to the world of Nightmare's castle, they were both so happy together. There was nothing he would change.

The first few weeks, they seemed upset, and would even shout and complain at him but after a few weeks, maybe months? They seemed fine being here. Then they even started to like it! How amazing, right? Right?!

Now nobody could ever take Y/n away from him. They were going to be together forever.

Today they were laying in his bed, cuddling. He had his arms wrapped around their waist, with his head nuzzled into their tummy, the softest purrs coming from his chest. They had their hand rested on top of his head, petting their fingers against his skull.

His hood was back, something he didn't often do but he trusted his datemate.

"Hey Dusty?"

He makes a soft sound to show that he heard them, just the smallest bit annoyed that they would talk. It was distracting...

"How did I ever get so lucky...?"

That... made him pause.

What?

He lifts his head, looking up at them squinting slightly "what are you talking about?" he asks.

They smile, putting their hands on his cheeks, gently pressing them against his skull. "How'd I ever get so lucky to have you as my boyfriend?" They lean down, peppering soft kisses against his skull and teeth. The best way to kiss him, honestly.

His cheeks quickly get a bright purple blush on them his eye sockets widening "H-Hey!" he turns his head away, tugging his hood up to try to hide his face "Warn me before you do that," he grumbles.

In the back of his mind, he knew that he should have never trapped them here, he should let them see their family, but they don't have a family to return to. He made sure of that himself.

[enretrogue]

𝗝𝗔𝗡𝗨𝗔𝗥𝗬 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦

༝༚༝༚ = Black/POC Works ⎢ 24’ Fic Rec M.List

ATTACK ON TITAN (SHINGEKI NO KYOJIN):

Multi-Character

Fluffy HCs Pt. 2 (Porco, Colt, Zeke, Reiner) — @spiteless-xo

‘Cause I Got My Love to Keep Me Warm (Eren, Mikasa, Porco) — @violetarks

Trigger Finger (Levi, Connie, Porco) — @ilyluffy

Their Favorite Body Part (Erwin, Eren, Armin, Porco, Reiner, Levi) — @tonilovessushi

College Majors (Eren, Jean, Armin, Connie, Porco, Reiner, Levi, Zeke) — @scumbagjaeger

Them w/ a Cling S/O (Mikasa, Jean, Connie, Sasha, Annie, Reiner, Porco, Marcel, Pieck, Levi, Hange, Erwin)— @420ruffy

Telling Him You’re Pregnant (Zeke, Eren, Porco, Reiner) — @marsbutterfly

Expecting (Levi, Eren, Porco) — @xokiddo

Poly Relationship (Porco + Reiner) — @vainilla-milk

Porco Galliard

Tired Porco Doesn’t Know Where He’s Laying — @mommypieck

Vacation w/ Porco — ^

Porco and Big Tummies — ^

Suddenly Becoming a Dad ⎢ As a Dad — @spiteless-xo

General NSFW HCs — ^

Make Me a Father — @roseofdarknessblog

Suffering the Consequences — ^

Northern Lights — ^

Everything Will Be Okay — ^

NSFW Alphabet — @scumbagjaeger

Breeding Kink (but make it angsty) — ^

College!Porco HCs — ^

How Do You Call Your Loverboy — @cafedanslanuit

Fitness Instructor Porco Galliard — ^

Blurb — @we-are-so-close

So Happy — ^

Yandere(ish) Porco Smut — ^

Game Over — @yeagerdaydreams

Off to Sleep — ^

Kind Regards, I’m Quitting — @persistent-peach

Red Tape — ^

Dad!Porco — @xokiddo

Protective!Porco — ^

Sugar Daddy!Porco — ^

Halloween Prompt — ^

Fan Service — @thegetoufather

Rugby Player Porco — ^

Pink Shorts — @fierydiamond

You Belong With Me— ^

Precipice ⎢ Ch. 2 — @mochalate

Blurb — @tangerinexwrites

“That’s for acting like a fucking brat today” — @fscottcatsgerald

Brat Taming — @nixie-writes-aot

Photo Album — @vainilla-milk

Porco Comforting You After Seeing Your Ex — @dabilove27

My Princess — @angelsdevils

HCs for Porco — @missmeinyourbones

No Strings Attached — @mvrtaiswriting

Husband!Porco ⎢ Part 2 ⎢ Part 3 ⎢ Part 4 — @lostinwildflowers

Brother’s Best Friend — @oneoftheextras

That’s My Smart Girl — @toorusluvr

Sister Fucker — @ilyluffy

Riding Porco HCs — @ackermansupremacy

Blood ‘n Guts — @luvhotline

BF!Porco Texts ⎢ Part 2 — @plutowrites

Your Daughter Calls Porco “Dad” — @tinyjeanmarco

Worth It — @literaltrashforeverything

Scratch — @whats-her-quirk

Porco Boyfriend Tweets — @re1nerisms

Show Him Who You Belong To — @jean-kayak ༝༚༝༚

Porco Having a Crush on You HCs — @bubbleteaimagine

THE GRAY MAN:

Court Gentry/Sierra Six

Polaroid — @renren-006

His Bonnie on the Side — @wiidvw ༝༚༝༚

Thoughts on Sierra Six as a Romantic Partner — @drivinmeinsane

We’ll Always Have Cuba — @companionjones

THE LAST OF US:

Joel Miller

Live From New York — @cowgurrrl

Beautiful Girls — ^

Love You — ^

Unknown — ^

I’m Still Standing — ^

My Girls — ^

Lucky — ^

Girls on Film — ^

I’m Just Ken — ^

Please Come Home For Christmas — ^

So This Is Love — ^

NCIS:

Leroy Jethro Gibbs

Busted — @writeandsurvive

Babysitting — ^

Birthday Imagine — @kdogreads

Blind Dates — ^

Are You Done? — ^

Ain’t Woman Enough — ^

Annoyance — @lizzyk137

Surprise — @encryptidone

We Keep This Love In a Paragraph — @chiefdirector

You Ain’t Alone — @ash-whimsicalfanfic

[pricescigar]

Utter Jealously & Posessiveness – Albert Wesker HC's

Note: I'm really loving the attention, appreciation I'm getting from making these HC's which makes me want to continue even more. So enjoy this batch of HC's. ❤️

And as always... No gender specified, for everyone to enjoy!

Photo belongs to me

CW: Mentions of Swearing , Violence and NSFW

You and Wesker have been dating for over 6 months now, and you've been loving every single minute of it. He was too perfect.

A fine gentleman Wesker is, he treats you right, he's kind, gentle and is always there for you.

Even sometimes it makes you wonder why Wesker chose to be with you, but seeing how happy he was all the time around you. It didn't take long to always see why, always filling you with glee.

You struggled in the past when it came to dating but Wesker came at the right time. You couldn't ask for anyone better than Wesker.

It was almost as if you finally found someone who deeply cares about you...

Occasionally you realised Wesker struggled with his anger, sometimes some situations would escalate. And you come in the nick of time to de-escalate it.

Wesker's temper is something, but you always find a way to comfort him. In turn he calms down, and apologises multiple times for his behaviour.

"I'm sorry my love... I didn't mean to scare you..."

You'd always reassure him it's okay, and even a few kisses on his face makes him feel better.

Wesker would wrap hid arms around you and pull you into his lap, letting you straddle him as he held you closely to his body. Muttering a soft; "Thank you."

More or less his anger shows up more when there's men/women or anyone else around you, who try to flirt with you. And that annoys him a lot.

At first he doesn't say anything of course— He just glares at them, his eyes glowing watching their every move like a hawk.

But if they do get too close to comfort, that's when he would interfere with immediate action.

Wesker would make it obvious that you are his, and his alone. An arm around your waist, holding hands, even kissing you when he arrives.

When they finally get the idea they finally go away, with Wesker's eyes still glowing watching the person walk away.

In some cases his anger goes from a 0 to 100 sometimes, he doesn't mess around.

At first you was surprised at how jealous he got, but at the same time it was really sexy. There were a few times in bed he'd make it obvious, clear that you are his.

"I won't stop until you scream my name."

He would even go as far as to having sex in the office with you, so no one else would have any second ideas to try and woo you.

There was one situation where a man almsot touched your butt but Wesker quickly arrived and broke the guys arm.

Despite how scared you was Wesker always made sure you was okay, hugging you closely to reassure you.

"I won't let anyone try to touch you like that again..." He would say as his eyes glowed.

Another thing that took you by surprise was his possessiveness, from the moment you got together with him. He was possessive and protective of you.

Which took you a while to get used to admittingly, after all Wesker is your first s/o.

Oh how he would grab your chin to make you look at him, his stern yet soft eyes staring at you as he'd whisper...

"You are mine. And mine alone, understand?"

The butterflies in your tummy and the warm welcome wet feeling down below.

Oh how he'd always smirk seeing the kind of effect he'd have on you... Always making him hard, and filled with such joy.

He'd either take you into his office to have sed with you right then and there, bemding over and rutting into you like anything.

Seeing how overstimulated you get, muttering "fuck." , "Shit." With every thrust. Making you cum on his cock right then and there.

Or he'd wait until the evening... After a long day of work, stressed from the day to take you into the bedroom.

Regularly you and Wesker Roleplay to spice up things in the bedroom, it wasn't usual for Wesker to still keep his lab coat on.

But when he'd take you to the bedroom, the familair smirk on his face. You knew what his plans were.

"Doctor Wesker would like to see you now."

Even if it isn't people flirting with you, or it's any other given situation. It doesn't stop him from protecting you, or always making it known that if you get hurt.

They would have to get through him.

[dkniade]

Offering to Cook Food and Seeing Your Reaction

ITTO, ALBEDO, ZHONGLI, KAEYA

(Not intended to be reader inserts but you can think of them that way.)

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Experiment Notes

To get a feel for how Itto talks in English dub and try an informal speaking style

To properly appreciate food and incorporate a character’s setting to their dish

To convey key character traits in a short mundane scenario within a small word count

To imply what the other interlocutor said by the character’s reaction and change in topic in the next lines

Content Notes: Albedo’s part shows him being people-pleasing and having difficulty accepting compliments. Zhongli’s part briefly touches on grief and implied character deaths.

ITTO: Cooking Food

You hungry, buddy? Snacks are great but with that sorta growl— Hah! You’re gonna need something more. Well, you’re in luck~ Arataki “Number One Gourmet” Itto knows a whole menu’s worth of dishes by heart. Fried, sauced, pan-seared, you name it!

ITTO: Dish-Tasting

Tastes good, yeah? Heh, when you’ve got a gang to feed, y’learn to whip up bites that’d keep ya full. ‘Course, they come back askin’ for seconds! I know, I know, don’t be shy~ Get in line. I’ll whip up ten more batches! Hahahaha!

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Man, your tummy’s growling—

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I know it tastes amazing.

‘Course it’s good! That’s all these years of cookin’ for the gang! That’s right!

.

ITTO

good at cooking snack food for the gang (think 小摊 or 夜宵 sorta food)

Easy to make stuff that are oily and deep fried, going all ham in sauce 

huge ego, lighthearted, cares for Arataki gang

It’s quite surface ‘cause that’s what I got from his Voiceline profile

ALBEDO: Cooking Food

You’re hungry? I suppose I’ve carelessly let time slip by indeed… Very well, I’ll prepare some Sunshine Sprat. I imagine you’ll need a larger serving than me with your constant travels. Still, I hope it satisfies your hunger.

ALBEDO: Dish-Tasting

How is it? It may seem simple, but this dish requires slow cooking over low-heat for the butter to melt into the fish completely. I removed the bones and applied seasoning, but it may still be a bit bland for you. …Ah, it’s delicious? Yes, the ingredients are fresh from lakes at the bottom of the mountain. …My cooking skill? The combination of ingredients to create reactions is not unlike alchemy, after all. In any case, is the serving size okay? I don’t have a big appetite, so— …I— Traveler… Erm, excuse my reaction to… Thank you. I’m happy to hear that…

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You’re hungry, you say? 

If I may ask, do you prefer Mondstadtian snacks or a full dish? …

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Though seemingly simple, this dish requires

I made sure to remove the bones as they might be unpleasant for you,

…Ah, really? I’m glad it satisfies your hunger, then.

…Ah, it’s delicious? Yes, the combination of ingredients to create reactions is not unlike alchemy.

Because of my skill? It’s nothing.

If you need more— It was the perfect size?

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ALBEDO

Good at making Sunshine Sprats and knows some Mondstadt snacks Klee likes

Quality and elegance over size in cooking

Takes great care in cooking and making sure the one eating is satisfied 

(wait, he’s asking a lot of questions, this feels a little extreme, ah but it’s taking care of his friend, so he wants to know despite his lack of experience)

Too worried about others’ reactions and living up to their standards 

Explains compliments away by linking cooking to alchemy, but eventually takes compliment for himself 

This last part was hard to word

ZHONGLI: Cooking Food

The art of cuisine takes patience and skill, so the preparation cannot be rushed. This soup requires a certain technique and seasoning, but its ingredients are minimal so it will only take six hours to prepare… Although, I’ve been advised to prepare it beforehand so you do not suffer from hunger for so long. Please wait for an hour for the last few ingredients to be fully cooked…

ZHONGLI: Dish-Tasting

At times like this, I look back on memories I’ve shared with my companions. Years pass, yet still I wish to taste wine while sailing away from the harbour… Would you like some? …No, that’s all that I ask for. Being able to share mundane moments with you is what makes them memorable. Even osmanthus flowers are more beautiful in your presence.

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First, one ought to source the fresh bamboo shoots

When preparing dishes, one must have patience 

I’d like you to wait a little longer.

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The simple act of sharing a 

Years pass, yet still wine tastes the same…

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ZHONGLI

Good at making Slow-Cooked Bamboo Shoot Soup

High quality ingredients, dish has a refined taste that’s complex but not very strong 

extra patient, doesn’t mind that something takes 6+ hours to prepare, explains origin of every ingredient 

Reminisces on times past and sharing mundane memories with friends 

It explores the meaning of the line in the Chinese some more. Here’s a Twitter thread that analyzes the line from the context of the original Chinese poem and also in Zhongli’s setting

Man the bit about sailing across the harbour and drinking wine only makes more sense in Chinese…  It’s so bittersweet…

KAEYA: Cooking Food

Oh? Well, you’re in luck. I happen to know a few dishes that pair nicely with wine. …What? You don’t drink? Such a shame that I can’t share this joy with you! Still, I assure you these will be delectable even with apple cider.

KAEYA: Dish-Tasting

What? Surprised that I know how to make ham samples with olives and cooked fish? Hehe, don’t you know Cider Lake provides many ingredients for bar dishes? Of course I can make them anytime I want, but it’s more fun seeing you enjoy them~ Eating with good buddies tops even the best of wine, wouldn’t you say?

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Well, I’d say we deserve a break after all this work today. 

Such a shame that you can’t enjoy the full experience with me!

Well, I assure you these ones will satisfy you even with apple cider.

KAEYA

good at cooking 下酒菜 (like fried vegetables and fish) 

(German ham samples, olives, and cooked fish) 

Always knows the best alcohol to pair with the dish

Teases, lazy about work, but confident in his cooking skills while praising the taste of wine

Puts emphasis on praising the Traveler’s presence

Drops a line about how it always tastes better with friends around 

The line between explicitly complimenting the Traveler and implying his loneliness is so damn thin

I am flattered writing this 

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[lostusagis]

@jiraipink asked:

"M-Mui? Are you alright? Here. I brought this for you." She was holding a water bottle for him. It's important to hydrate yourself with some water after defecating. Especially if it was diarrhea that causes dehydration. She hoped his tummy was okay. He looked to be in a rush to the bathroom, after all.

Namida was wearing a black and pink swimsuit hoodie to cover up her bikini and spare Kamui. She couldn't stop thinking about his reaction. He... really likes her breasts. The blush on her cheeks still apparent. Normally, she doesn't wear bikinis to the beach. She'd adorn a one piece swimsuit, actually. Not that it didn't help from guys approaching her considering her bust size and beauty in general, but they don't make her feel the way Kamui makes her feel when wearing a swimsuit. It's been so long since she's worn a bikini. When she saw it at the store she visited, Namida thought how it would affect Kamui. She couldn't help but buy it at the thought of him, knowing how it'd make him feel, so seeing such a positive ( and perverted ) reaction... It made her really happy.

It's just a shame he can't join her at a beach, because of the beaming sun and heat. Then again... she's never stayed long enough at the beach to see the beauty of it at night. She was always curious about experiencing it when seeing it in pictures. It looks so pretty with the moon out and string lights hanging on poles and wooden fire torches around. "U-Um Kamui? Would you... want to go to the beach with me tonight?" Timidly, she reaches out and cups his hand with both of hers. Bashfully staring down at it. "I've never been to the beach at night. It'd be fun if you were there with me..." Besides, she only wants Kamui to see her in a bikini. At least, if there was someone else who saw her in it or stared a little too long, she'd feel safe if Kamui was there. "W-We can play volleyball, eat sandwiches, swim together, build a sand castle and stuff. I-I... want to experience those things at night for the first time with you."

Until he became attracted to her, his body getting aroused like that hadn't been an issue. When Kamui had left her there, it was for about 20 minutes at most. Because yes, he had to jerk off after seeing her in that bikini. Namida really was making him experience so many different kind of feelings.

It seemed she hadn't caught on to what happened to him once he came out, which Kamui found himself feeling a little relieved for. He wasn't sure how that conversation would go if she did knew.

He'd take the water, flashing her a smile. ''I'm alright, thanks Namida.'' Kamui went ahead and drank some of the water, at least grateful she was that concerned, even if the concern was unnecessary. She still thought about him.

It was probably better she had decided to cover up the bikini, or else he may end up in the bathroom again. So, Kamui wasn't even complaining upon noticing the hoodie on her. It was a shame though, given how nice she looked. But, her attractiveness had too much power. Even taking down the most powerful of Yatos. Perhaps it was the fact he went so long without showing anyone sexual attraction that his hormones went insane whenever she'd wear something like that.

Kamui would stop drinking the water once he heard her invite him to the beach, he'd look at her surprised, gaze then drifting down to their hands. Now that he's thought about, he's never been to the beach. Obviously because of the whole thing with Yatos not being able to survive for long periods of time under the sun. Even with an umbrella, the sun when at the beach is pretty bad from what he heard. Although, Namida talked about going at night. She was.... really thoughtful.

''Don't humans prefer going to the beach during the day, is that something you'd really want to do?'' Kamui would question afterwards, wondering if she would even enjoy the beach at night. It was nice she wanted to do this for his sake, but the place would be extremely empty at night. Likely colder too.

''I would love to do all of that with you, but I hope you'll actually have fun and you're not just doing this for my sake because of my weakness to the sun.'' He'd bring one of her hands up to his lips though, pressing them against it.

''It's cute you want to do that for me though. The thought of being all alone with you there sounds really fun in my opinion.''

[songs-about-girls-like-me]

chapter 18: "that's your hand" (gaslighting your ex-crush)

So this is a story about how I realised at age 10 that I could take a situation and not only react to it, but to plan out a reaction to try to steer things to whatever place I prefered. 5th grade was definitely the year where I figured out my emotional reaction could be used, and therefore, faked in my advantage loll. Which is crazy! The year I learnt how to fake cry, fake sneeze, fake laugh and truthfully scream at someone. Years later I realised that was manipulation ig. But also, most of these Times I was not playing a fair game and this was my resource lol "where does being cautious become too much strategy? When does defending yourself become manipulation?"

The scene is this: I'm walking to the other side of the classroom cause Mick asked me to, and I see Brody standing there, talking to some of the frienemies (Rick, Mick, Max and Percy). They are sitting in their school desks talking to Brody, but he's looking at me as I make my way there. I casually roll my eyes at him, knowing he has asked Mick to go fetch me for him. Which I find dumb and annoying.

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When Brody and I were still friends in 1st grade, there was this nickelodeon show called Wayside School that we both liked. In the show, the cafeteria lady was always talking to a dead rat and it was peak giggles, eyes closed and tummy hurting and all, for both Brody and I. There was an episode where the rat would get stucked inside her ear while she tried to teach math or something. There was also an episode where the two main characters were on a boat, a boy and a girl, and the girl really tried to make them hold hands and it was kinda really romantic to me lol. "Todd, hand me that rope" "That's not a rope, that's your hand". "Todd, hand me my hand" "That's not your hand, that's- your hand". And that also made us fucking laugh so much cause we were 6 and sintaxis errors were so funny.

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At the beggining of this school year, being 10 now, we read a story from Wayside School in class and Brody and I were sat next to each other and happy to see that we both remebered that show from 4 years ago. We even laughed again about the dead rat and all and it felt like we were friends again. Only this Time it felt like camaraderie, not like "He was a boy, and she was a girl" on Avril Lavigne's voice. But we had barely had an actual conversation since, and after the Disco Night when he curved me, we hadn't even crossed stares. Just because we had such different friend groups. So it was weird to be having one-on-one communication, even more cause it was staged. Not to mention: him and Mia had broken up like that same week and suddenly he's asking his friends to go ask me to go talk to him. ???

"What's up?" I asked him, all his friends also looking at me.

"You like me".

My blood went cold.

Why? Fuck. How? Max sniggered, her dark eyes as mocking as always, making me feel like I'd been caught in a crime scene. An ebarrassing one. I had still only talked about him at the sleepover when my want to have some love interest felt okay at 1am. How could him and his friends know I had been making it sound like I liked him? Ugh that was so embarrassing. I was about to kill a bitch. Cause Ella had been trying to tell MJ and Poppy. It had to be Ella. Ugh!! I had a big mouth. Wow. Fuck me. I hated that he could think I was sighing over him, going around talking about him. And I really hated him for doing this to me. I thought we had a peace treaty over this, what a fucking traitor. "1, 2, 3, laugh" I thought to myself. "Laugh, Rees!!!!"

I dragged air in,then pressed my diaphragm and there it was: suddenly I was laughing and some of the smugness on their faces faded. It even surprised me: it was a good laugh, as if this assumption could actually make me humorously giggle.

"What?" I asked with humor. Great, Rees. "Where does that even come from?" I sounded surprised in a chill way as if the idea sounded ridiculous to me. So unaffected. But I was looking around for Ella to confirm my guess, my blood was running fast and angry inside. Fuck Ella. And fuck me! She was actually close by, with Poppy. She was close enough to hear this if she paid attention. And maybe she was cause she was quiet, avoiding my stare. I remembered her "Oh, ReeRee has a crush!!" voice. I felt so dumb and messy, and busted and I was fuming.

"Somebody told me, Rees" It sounded factual, my soul dropped for a second. He sounded like he was ready to put me on blast and I was trying to not blush either in anger or nerves.

"Sure" Sarcasm. I was shaky. This Time I could start to hear the anger in my voice. I couldn't calm down. "Who told you that?"

"Doesn't matter" But I knew if he had a real source, he'd be rubbing it like salt to a wounded pride. So he had to be lying...

I was making startegic choices in the span of a second: Ella wouldn't do that to me. Maybe she had spilled his name to Poppy or MJ, maybe someone just overheard. I still wanted to kill her but Brody had to be bluffing: no good source had outright told him, and therefore he could not be sure of anything and I had to use that unsureness to make him doubt his own guess: just deny deny deny. Even if it meant blatantly lying. Cause maybe I thruthfully did not like him. But yea, I defnitely had been saying I kinda did. It was his word against mine, and why the fuck was he doing this in front of his friends?

"Well, I'm not lying." I shrugged and let out some left over laugh. "Whoever said that, idk, they made it up or something ?" The back of my neck was hot, my heart racing. But I knew they were not expecting this reaction and I was looking chill.

"Rees, I know you do" He wasn't having fun anymore.

"I don't. I don't like you" Maybe they could tell I was embarrassed but I was dead serious too.

"No, I know."

"Well, you know wrong" I forced a snigger and shrugged. I was not letting anyone think I liked him. Not happening.

"No, but-" he paused, stumbling a bit on his words. Great. "Please, I can see it." His friends agreed. He was unsure.

"I don't know what you see, cause I really don't like you." I shrugged and laughed looking comfortable, even with the nerves racing through my heart. I felt like a scrambled mess, but I was getting more pissed at him for trying to make fun of me and so I forced myself to smile. "You're imagining things, Brody." And I realised it was my Time to take the offensive now, and make it sound like he was the one thinking about me. "I'm sorry. I don't have feelings for you" I heard his friends react to that and I let out a laugh, as if him making this scene between us weirded me out. He was flustered, trying to deny it now. His friends were looking back and forth at us and my heartbeat was crazy loud I couldn't believe I was looking at Brody from 1st grade in the eye talking about this.

"I'm not imagining things." He had lost terrain, bad enough to call in his friends. "Right guys?" I could tell he was tense by the change in the wind.

"Yea Rees" Percy was his own type of annoying.

"Just admit it. We all know" said Max with a laugh. "Go on"

"Yea" Brody nodded. "We heard. You like me. It's been going around" Wtf, wtf. I was going to punch Ella. "And you- It's how you act around me"

That last thing had sent me off.

"Well, yea. I liked you when we were 6 but you already knew that." This was CRAZY. I faked my nonchalant laugh, feeling the heat on the back of my neck again. The shock in their eyes was clear and I shrugged like it was chill but I was shaking. This was CRAZY, i was INSANE. All the sirens were ringing inside me, i was really admitting to this and i knew it was making me look so cool and so easy going and grown-up, yet I felt my heartbeat on my throat. What girl confessed? "But that was ages ago" I laughed and moved my hair with a flick of my head as if this was normal to say.

"Yea, you did" It sounded like half a question.

"Yea? And you liked me. I know. You know?" I knew I was being a crazy bitch but I decided I had to. I bet they did know about me liking him in past tense, so confessing as if it was chill was such an unemotional power move. I never thought I could be that type of girl. I wasn't, I was acting. "Wow i might CRAZY". Wow. I could see it in their eyes, and my knees were shaking and my insides were turning. But it was NOT going to be "going around" that I, Rees [LastName], had a crush. That I, Rees, liked Brody. I didn't know how my friends did it, but I just couldn't be a girl with feelings for my classmates like this. It was killing me. I couldn't take people having this upper hand over me.

"I didn't like you."

I looked him in the eye, a quizzical stare. We all knew. I had admitted it, and I found it childish that he didn't.

"Ok"

"No, I don't like you. And I didn't. And you like me now, Rees" but he didn't sound confident, he sounded flustered.

"I don't really care about you now, Brody" A bit harsh but he had gotten himself in this argument with me. "I don't like you."

"No. You ¨*do* like me. I don't like you"

"I don't care if you do or not! We don't like each other!" The conversation was taking a turn again into something else, and it was actually weirding me out now. "I have stuff to do, yea?"

"Yea?" He took a step forward. "If you don't like me, hold my hand" I didn't have Time to hold it. He had already taken mine making me hold my breath. Our palms touching, our fingers not intertwined but together. He was more so holding it up , for me and the rest to see it between us, and it was clamy with sweat, but: Brody and I were holding hands. I was trying to kill my pulse so he couldn't feel it.

"What?" I laughed to distract myself.

"If you don't like me, why are you sweating?"

I knew it was NOT me who was sweating and I giggled a genuine giggle this Time. If the category was sweat, I was free. Never in my life had I had clamy hands, and Brody's palm was covered in sweat.

"Brody, I'm not sweating. You are." His hand was sticky and wet, and I wouldn't have cared but now he had brought it up, it felt gross.

"No, you're sweating Rees." I shook my head, a bit amused.

"I'm not. That's not my hand, that's your hand." I broke the physical contact and we kept arguing for a second, letting him check my palm while he kept denying the obvious humidity on his hand.

"Please" I offered my hand to his friends who were paying attention all this Time, almost looking nervous too. Mick stood up and we both handed out our palms for him to be the judge. I still prayed I was correct. He needed just 1 second.

"Yea, bro. It's not Rees. You're sweating."

For 0.5 seconds, his friends and I seemed to be trying to make sense of it. Brody was sweating. It couldn't be. It better not be. I shook the idea off my mind before even thinking about it.

"Okay, so I don't like you." I was pretty shaken up but smiled. "Can I leave now? MJ and I have stuff to do." I added, making me sound a bit pissed on purpose, to sound as if I was cooler than this stupidity. And I left, and I purposefuly didn't hear whatever they were talking about cause I didn't want to know whether or not the conversation was still about me.

My heart jumped in happiness for the victory. I felt a bit crazy still, a bit cutthroat, and a bit like a liar. I didn't know I could be so strategically unkind, but I was glad I had let them know they could not have a laugh at my expense. I was shocked, but not schocked enough to not remember Ella. Brody scaped my mind, for I was 100% more invested in my friends. I was about to kill her for being so messy about MY stuff. I walked back to my desk, knowing exactly what to do to finish the poster we were doing. I was about to write our "Friendship Rules, Follow them or leave" and I was going to write down "KEEP EACH OTHER'S SECRETS!!!" and ask Ella in front of the rest if she had anything to say about it and let her know what a crazy situation I had had to fix.

"What was it?" asked MJ.

"You know them. Brody was just being an idiot."

MJ and I crafted 10 rules together and I didn't explain anything cause someone could overhear. I put "Keep each others' secrets" at number 6 to be subtle and I only stared at Ella when we went over them together to see her reaction, but I never fully knew if it had been her fault at all. I actually never talked about the incident to none of my friends, cause I figured it was better to let it fade and be sure no one could bring it up again. Romantic stuff was too nuanced for me to try to expain my feelings out loud and I figured it wasn't that important. I'd rather not really talk about it, I was not gonna get played by the boys. I didn't know how my friends did it, but I couldn't bare the feeling of people knowing about me like that. I just couldn't be a girl with feelings for her classmates.

[absinthe-and-tea]

Hii, you wrote slashers and s/o with big boobs, but what about the opposite? S/o with small boobs who is insecure about that and feels less like a woman?

Btw I love your writing and your headcanons. They make my day ♥

I myself have pretty tiny boobs soooo- also I got this request twice kinda so I hope you guys dont mind me putting them into one ❤ Also super happy you like my stuff!!

P.S. I got half way through this and had to start over cause Tumblr deleted my progress 🙃

Slasher HCs || S/O W/ Small Breasts

Warnings: N//SFW

Jason Voorhees

He loves you no matter what. Honestly he loves how small they are. They easily fit in his hands, making it easier to touch all of you in a shorter amount of time.

If he sees you're down about them, he'll wrap his arms around your waist and pick you up gently. He'll then proceed to cover them in kisses.

He can't speak so he often uses his hands or mouth to praise them in other ways.

Loves running his thumb over your nipple to watch the small bud harden from his touch.

When you're intimate with him he makes sure to give them lots of attention. He prefers using his hands, loving how soft they are.

He's always loved them so he'll always continue to touch them and whatnot.

Michael Myers

He's fairly indifferent about them. He prefers was anyways.

Doesn't really compliment them or pay much attention to them the first time you two are intimate.

He doesn't notice how you feel for a while but when he finds you criticizing them though, it's fair game.

Will start coming up behind you, running his hands up your sides and to your breasts to engulf them in his large hands and gently squeeze.

He loves messing with them, that includes lightly pinching them. But he loves using his mouth on the more. Beware, he will nip and bite just hard enough to get a reaction from you.

Even after he's convinced you they are perfect, he'll continue touching them abd whatnot cause he'll have realized how much he likes them on you.

Brahms Heelshire

He's a manchild. And it shows. He definitely prefers bigger but he's alright with small breasts too.

100% has an oral fixation. Meaning he'll suck on them a lot. Whether he's partially laying on your lap or if you're on his lap stradling him, he's gonna have his mouth on them.

He'll say something about wishing they were bigger, not thinking about how it would make you feel.

If you start wearing sweaters more often or staring into mirrors longer, silently judging yourself, he'll start to take notice.

He'll start to grope them more and give them more attention while whispering how much he loves them.

He's an ass sometimes. But he loves you and your body. He'll make sure you know it too.

The Other

He's not home often and when he is, he spends a lot of time with his daughter but the moment its just you two, he's immediately walking towards you like a predator stalking it's prey.

He doesn't care about your boob size at all or if you have a nice ads. He just loves you.

When you cuddle, he'll always have a hand under your shirt. Either resting on your tummy or one of your breasts. Usually the latter.

If he sees how much you resent them, he'll show his love for them and your vidy in general by getting you lingerie.

The moment he sees you in it, you're getting thrown on the bed and getting the best night of your life.

Prepare to always be worshipped.

Vincent Sinclair

He loves them. No matter what, you are his muse. His inspiration.

He loves putting his hands on your sides and gently running his thumbs underneath them, against your ribs. Almost like he's sculpting a masterpiece.

He adores that they are small because he can pull your body even closer to his. He loves feeling all of you.

He prefers using his hands on them but he will gladly suckle on them as well. He's a bit shy though so you'll have to tell him you want it.

Absolutely hates that you feel badly about habing small boobs. So, he'll make countless sculptures, paintings, and drawings of you. He'll have so many things of just you that it feels as though he knows your body better than yourself.

Bo Sinclair

Another ass man but a nice set tits is great too. And that includes yours.

He enjoys them. How soft they are especially. His hands are very rough from doing mechanic work on the side so he enjoys the difference in softness.

If you say anything bad about them or judge them, he'll sit you on his lap and suckle them until you're writhing on top of him from sensitivity.

Not afraid to grope you in front of others or slide his hand under your shirt. Your his and he'll make that known real quick.

Loves to leave bitemarks and bruises on them to show you how much he likes them and how much he fully claims them and you.

Lester Sinclair

He likes boobs in general. Small or not. He just really likes the soft mounds.

Loves the feeling of your soft, squishy flesh under his hands and your hardened nipple brushing against his palm.

Gets super wide-eyed and excited if you wear lingerie that lets your breasts hang out. He'll sit there in awe until you get on his lap.

The moment you're on him, he's on you. Licking and nipping them softly, his hands gently groping and squeezing.

His heaven is either his head between your legs or against your breasts so expect him in either place at least once a night.

Solomon Goode

He worships every bit of you. You are his love after all and he would do anything to make you happy.

He enjoys the fact he can hold you close to his chest without large breasts in the way.

Enjoys teasing you every so often when in passing or not busy with work around the house or garden.

Seeing you topless makes his throat go dry and he begins hesitantly walking to you. You'll have to give him the okay to touch you but once you do, his mouth is attached to one of your nipples. His hand moving to rub the other.

He loves your softness and the smell of flowers that seems to surround you without your knowing. Being so close to you and tasting you is intoxicating to him.

Will always compliment them when he gets a good view. He'll never let you feel down about yourself. And if someone does something to make you feel that way, oops. Where'd they go?

Harry Warden

He's so happy anytime he can touch them. For a while though he won't take his gloves off, afraid you'll find him repulsive.

Though once he does and he feels the soft flesh for the first time, he'll never want to let go.

He loves the small mounds almost as much as he hates Valentine's Day. Between the softness of your flesh and the way your nipples harden at his touch, he's completely addicted to them.

Enjoys covering them in kisses while he praises you and compliments you. You're his precious lover after all.

Expect him to compliment them every time he sees you once he realizes you think they aren't perfect. They are gorgeous. Just like you.

Bubba Sawyer

Absolutely loves them. He couldn't even mildly dislike anything about you. You're perfect in his eyes. He'll even make you sundresses that show them off perfectly.

Though be careful when wearing said sundress because he'll get distracted by you really quick, causing him to forget about his work.

When laying in bed he'll always have a hand on one of your breasts subconsciously. Not even on purpose most times, he just wants to hold you.

Definitely another with an oral fixation. He enjoys gently playing with your hardened nipples with his tongue when in a more intimate moment.

Won't publicly do anything like groping because he's a good boy but will attempt to compliment you. You'll know what he's trying to say when he does.

Thomas Hewitt

Very handsy with you once your relationship starts to take off. Your breasts being something that fascinates him despite the size.

When you two are cuddled up in bed he will lightly run his fingertips over them to watch the goosebumps form and your nipples harden.

His favorite thing to do is grab your sides and use his thumbs to rub the little nubs. His eyes will wonder from your breasts to your face, wanting to catch the faces you make.

After a while he'll attach his mouth to one, his eyes never leaving your face. He adores how much pleasure he can give you from something so small.

His opinion when you bring up how you feel about them is "Good things come in small packages."

Eddie Gluskin

Well you already have a one up on his exes. They didn't even have anything at all. Barely even mosquito bites.

He'll run his fingertips over the mounds, lightly pressing down to see the small squish it makes.

You're his perfect bride. His Darling. So different from the whores he was with before. Your body is something else to him.

The mounds may be small but boy does he praise them and cover them in affection.

If you ask, he'd be happy to add an modifications to your wedding dress to make you feel better about them.

Though he'll need to do a lot of... Researching... To make sure he gets the measurements right.

[yanderebts]

return (part 3) [final]

pairing: yandere!jungkook x reader, seokjin x reader  genre: yandere, smut, angst warnings: unplanned pregnancy, kidnapping, stalking, drugging, mentions of dubiously consensual sex, mention of infidelity, blood word count: 5.6k+ 

summary: jungkook returns from living abroad and has a new obsession. you.

author’s note: thank you to the amazing and talented @jkeuphoriadreamland​ for the beautiful banner. and to the lovely @rmsbicycle​ for helping me figure out where i wanted to go with this final chapter. also the first two chapters of this fic are only available on ao3. 💕

part 1 | part 2 (ao3 links)

You’d been curled up in bed for hours now, feeling nauseated. This was becoming a regular occurrence for you. You’d just been feeling so ill lately, almost constantly.

Jungkook was concerned, of course. He’d fetched you medicines and made you herbal teas, sitting beside you and watching with his starry eyes as he made you drink down every gulp.

“If you’re still unwell tomorrow, I’ll call Dr. Kim in, yeah?” Jungkook said, ostensibly in an effort to comfort you.

“No thanks,” you replied, politely. You’d met this doctor before, when you’d fractured a toe after slamming it into some furniture whilst running away from Jungkook’s poisonous affections. He was a friend of Jungkook's, who was paid handsomely to be extremely discreet. There was no hope in him helping you out of this situation, you had learned that the last time. “I’ll be okay. I just need a bit of rest, I think.”

Jungkook placed a sympathetic hand on your shoulder and you didn’t move away or even flinch. Truthfully, you were pretty used to him doing things like this, and you knew that showing signs of discomfort were only going to result in a crying fit or something worse.

 “I’m not so bad, am I?” He asked, seemingly out of nowhere. “I’ve taken good care of you, no?”

You turned back to look over your shoulder, at his face. He looked so wide-eyed and innocent. If it wasn’t for all you’d been through the last few months, you’d hardly dare to believe he was capable of being anything other than a complete angel with his seemingly sweet disposition. 

“No, you’ve been good to me.”

It wasn’t an inaccurate statement. For the most part, Jungkook had been good to you. He fed you and clothed you, even bathed you when you’d been too depressed and defeated to do it yourself. He rarely hurt you physically. He hadn’t been needlessly cruel to you, other than the whole “holding you captive in his house” thing.

His face brightened at your words of affirmation and you felt yourself almost shudder. You hated making him happy. 

“I’m gonna run out and get you some ginger ale, okay? And some medicine to soothe your tummy. Is there anything else you want?” He asked, gently.

You shook your head, turning away from him again. When you didn’t answer, he got up quietly and left.

As soon as he did, you felt that familiar churn in your stomach and you got up, making your way to the bathroom as quick as you could. You collapsed in front of the toilet and vomited into it, tears streaming down your face. 

God, you felt terrible. But why? Was it just your body giving out under the mental torment of being kept captive by Jungkook? Or was it something else entirely?

Crouched on the cool tiles of the bathroom floor, an awful thought occurred to you. Something that you can’t believe hadn’t come to you sooner. You started trying to remember back to when you had your last period, counting the months. It was difficult, since you didn’t have much of a set schedule other than waiting for Jungkook. You realised it had been quite a while. Even though you didn’t always have the most regular cycle, made worse by the stress of what you were currently going through,  it had still been way too long. 

Jungkook bought you sanitary towels whenever you needed them and it occurred to you now that the last box he bought had been sitting in the cupboard under the bathroom sink for at least three months now, untouched.

Shit.

It certainly wasn’t impossible that you could be pregnant, and now, if anything, it seemed very likely. You and Jungkook did have sex on occasion. It wasn’t every night. And it certainly wasn’t as much as he would have wanted. But you were lonely and touch-starved and sometimes you just needed someone and Jungkook was always all too ready to oblige.

Was it cheating, you wondered? Jungkook hadn’t technically ever forced himself on you, so it was your choice. But was Seokjin even still your boyfriend? What would happen if he found out?

One thing you knew for sure was that you weren’t about to let Jungkook know what you suspected was the cause of your poor disposition lately. Jungkook’s clingy, possessive behaviour was bad enough already, you couldn’t imagine how he’d be if there was a potential baby on the way. He’d probably stop leaving the house completely and follow you around like a puppy, ridding you of the small freedom you had left.

Jungkook had never expressed wanting a baby or anything, but it’s not like he’d exactly been careful about where his cum ended up. He never wore condoms and you never asked him to. You used to be on the pill back when you were with Seokjin, but that had obviously all stopped since you came to this place.

What the hell were you going to do?

You got up off the floor of the bathroom and flushed the toilet. Then you cleaned yourself up as best you could. As you walked over to the bed and sat down, you couldn’t help but put your hands to your belly, cupping them there. The feeling you had was strange. You’d always wanted to be a mother, although these definitely weren’t the circumstances that you’d thought you’d be bringing a child into the world. 

As confused and as scared as you were, all you wanted to do was keep the baby inside of you safe. You didn’t care if it was Jungkook’s. It was yours.

In an instant, you felt like you had a renewed energy within you, a reason to live, to thrive. You needed to get out of here. You needed to raise this child in a safe environment, somewhere far away from it’s obsessive, psycho father. He or she couldn’t come into this world and stay trapped in this house with you .

You’d have to think of another plan, and you’d be smarter about it this time. You didn’t have any other choice. 

 ***

It was a few sleepless nights later that an idea came to you. How you were going to get out of here, finally. Not the best idea, but certainly the best one you had and better than nothing. You were lying in bed, wide awake, next to a dead asleep, snoring Jungkook. The plan would work if you played your cards right.

“Jungkook,” you said, poking at his shoulder. Of course this didn’t wake him up. He was a notoriously heavy sleeper, which was going to come in handy later.

A few more minutes of failed attempts to rouse him, you ended up pinching his arm with all your strength and shouting “JUNGKOOK!” into his ear as loud as you could.

He stirred, finally, letting out a confused “Wha?”

“Kook,” you said, trying to sound exhausted, which wasn’t difficult, since you were, “Do you have any sleeping pills or something I could take? I’ve been having such a hard time falling asleep for the past few days and I could really use something.”

Jungkook mumbled something back incoherently, and let his head fall back to his pillow, already half asleep. You bit back the urge to give him a sharp slap.

“Kook!” You yelled, again. “I’m asking you for help here.”

He finally turned to face you, although the two of you could barely see each other in the dark. You were sure he was eyeing you up and you felt grateful that the cover of night was helping to hide your face.

“How long haven’t you been sleeping?” Jungkook asked, sounding concerned but also slightly dubious at your request.

“I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in weeks. I’ve had bouts of insomnia before. I just need some sleeping pills for a week or two and I should be okay.”

“Yeah,” he said, seemingly mulling over your words. “Maybe that’s why your body’s been acting up lately. You haven’t been sleeping right. Sleep affects everything.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, not wanting to sound too eager. “My circadian rhythm probably just needs fixing.”

“Alright. I’ll get Dr. Kim to write you a prescription tomorrow,” Jungkook said, pulling the covers up over his head, satisfied that this problem, at least, had been solved.

You turned away, giddy at how easy that was but you also knew that you couldn’t be too excited yet. Jungkook was sharp, much more so than he seemed and you knew that you were going to have to take your next steps very carefully.

 ***

“Here,” Jungkook said to you, depositing a single pill into your palm the very next night. You were happy that he’d actually remembered, but only one? What were you supposed to do with one measly pill?

“That’s it?”

“You only need one. More than that can be dangerous,” Jungkook replied, pulling the covers off the bed.

You were disappointed but you shouldn't have been surprised. Of course Jungkook would only give you one pill at a time. You’d threatened to hurt yourself before and it seemed he thought that that was a possibility here. He believed he was protecting you.

“I usually take two,” you tried as you stuck the capsule in your mouth, holding it under your tongue as you swigged some water out of the glass on your nightstand.

“Well now you don’t,” Jungkook retorted and you refrained from rolling your eyes.

Satisfied, Jungkook got into bed and pulled out his phone, probably texting his friends as he always did right before he went to sleep. You went to the bathroom and pulled the capsule out of your mouth, wrapped it in some toilet paper and hid it in a box of tampons under the sink. It was the most unlikely thing in the bathroom that he’d touch, after all.

After you left the bathroom, doing the rest of your nightly routine, you got into bed beside him and caught a flash of the screen of his phone. He had Kakaotalk open and you could see the name of the person he was talking to at the top of the screen.

Jin-Hyung.

“Seokjin? You’re talking to Seokjin?” You asked somewhat frantically, trying to peer at the phone to see what their conversation was about.

Jungkook pulled it away quickly, giving you an admonishing look. He hated it when you mentioned Seokjin and even more when you asked about him.

“Kook, just tell me how he’s doing? That’s all I want to know.” Despite his glare, you couldn’t stop yourself. You were being careless, and you knew it, but you just had to know.

He sighed, as though you were really putting him out, but relented.

“He’s doing fine. Great, actually.”

When he didn’t elaborate, you were forced to prod him to. “Great?”

“Yeah. He’s got a new girlfriend and job offer in Busan. He’ll be moving at the end of next month.”

Your heart dropped in your chest at his casual words. A new girlfriend? A new job? He was leaving? What the fuck?

There were a million questions you wanted to ask Jungkook but of course you couldn’t ask any of them. It would only upset him and then you, and besides, your sleeping pill was supposed to start kicking in soon and you had to act like it.

“Oh. Okay. Well good for him, I guess,” you said, trying not to sound as heartbroken as you felt. Was Seokjin really moving on? Had he forgotten about you? So quickly? Heck, had he ever even bothered to look for you?

You readjusted yourself on the bed, laying down with your back to Jungkook, pretending that the sleeping pill you’d taken earlier had taken effect. Your head was absolutely swimming with thoughts as you held back your tears.

If Seokjin wasn’t even looking for you, what was the point of even leaving this place? He was the only one you had in the world. You had no family and very few close friends. Staying with Jungkook in this safe little prison was better than being all alone, wasn’t it? As horrible as it was, at least you had someone who loved you more than they loved anyone else.

No. No. You couldn’t think like this. You couldn’t let Jungkook’s words affect you in that way. He could be lying to you for all you knew. Plus, your baby deserved better than this. It wasn’t fair to it to grow up with a mother who was trapped like you were. No, you had to get out. Even if you ended up all alone.

  ***

It had been a few weeks now that you’d been collecting sleeping pills from Jungkook one by one. You now had about twenty and decided that tonight was finally the night you were going to put your plan into action.

It was your night to make dinner. Cooking was something you’d actually begun to enjoy during your imprisonment. It felt meditative almost, like a small escape. Concentrating on something else was a nice reprieve from your mostly uneventful days.

Tonight was different though. Your hands were trembling as you poured the powder that you’d collected from inside the sleep capsules into Jungkook’s bowl of fettuccine alfredo. You weren’t exactly sure how many pills it would take. You didn’t want to kill Jungkook but you knew that you needed to knock him out for a while, and he was a pretty big guy, only getting more muscular by the day.

“Noona,” you heard Jungkook calling to you from the dining room, where he had been waiting patiently for the most part, and your heart nearly pounded out of your chest. He’d just come home from a workout and you knew he was starving.

“Just a second,” you called back, in an impressively calm voice. You dropped more of the powdered drug into the bowl and began stirring it in aggressively. You couldn’t risk there being any tiny traces of it to make Jungkook suspicious and you’d chosen this dish to make tonight knowing that it would most easily hide the drug. You knew by now just how sharp Jungkook was, and you knew you couldn’t afford another disaster like last time.

You carried the steaming bowls into the dining room and set them down on the table, one in front of him and one right across from him.

“Sorry about that,” you said, putting the bowl down onto the table and sitting down at the same spot at the table you always sat at, “Shall we eat?”

Jungkook eyed the food with no suspicion that you could detect, although you still felt like your stomach was doing somersaults in your body as he pulled the bowl close to him. 

“Smells good, noona,” Jungkook said, appreciatively. He dug in quickly

“Thank you,” you replied, with no particular inflection in your voice. You were trying so hard to be the polite, somewhat distant person that you’d been all these months.

To your luck, Jungkook was even more ravenous than usual tonight, basically stuffing his face, only pausing for the occasional sip of wine, which you knew would only make the effects of the drug more potent. You tried not to show how giddy you were becoming at the sight of him devouring his food, and you began picking at your plate as well, taking small bites and chewing thoroughly. You were way too nervous to actually eat properly.

 It was a few moments before you looked up and saw it. Jungkook’s slowly blinking eyes. 

“I’m...I think,” he slurred, struggling to keep his eyes open. “Did you..?”

“Jungkook? Are you alright?” Feigning concern, you got up from your seat just as he collapsed sideways onto the floor.

Yes!

Holy shit. This was it. This was your opportunity to finally get the fuck out of here. You bent down and reached into the pocket of Jungkook’s sweatpants, finding his phone right away. You could see from the way his chest was rising and falling that he was still breathing, which, despite everything, was a relief.

His phone was of course locked so you held it up to his face, holding his eyes open with two fingers so that it could scan his features properly. Your heart nearly burst when you saw that it had worked. You were so happy that your mind almost blanked at what you had to do. But of course, you remembered quick enough. As your hands trembled, you scrolled through Jungkook’s list of contacts until you got to him.

Jin-hyung

There was no point in calling the police, you knew that. Jungkook’s families’ connections to the notoriously corrupt local police force was something he liked to remind you of regularly. You had doubts about them actually helping you. So you tapped Seokjin’s name and held the phone to your ear, listening to the ringing and praying he’d actually pick up. Luckily, it was rare that he would ignore a call from his good friend Jungkook.

“Hello?”

Your breath hitched in your throat and you were ready to let out a sob as you heard your boyfriend’s voice for the first time in nearly a year.

“Jinnie,” you said, your voice practically a whisper. You wanted to tell him you loved him, you missed him, but all of that could wait. You had to get down to business. Jungkook was still passed out on the floor next to you, but who knew for how long? “Jinnie, I-”

“Y/N?” Seokjin interrupted. “Is that you? Y/N?” He sounded concerned, confused, frantic, and hopeful all at once.

“Yes, it’s me Jinnie, I need-”

“Oh my god? You’re okay? What the fuck is going on? Where are you? Why are you using Jungkook’s phone?”

“Seokjin!” You shouted, “Listen to me, okay? I’m at Jungkook’s house. I’ve been here the whole time. He won’t let me leave. He’s crazy...I need you to get me out of here.”

“What?” He said, sounding completely dumbfounded. You knew it was a lot to take in, but you didn’t have time to explain every little detail to him.

“I’ll explain later, okay? Just come get me. I’m at Jungkook’s house. Get here as soon as possible please.”

“Okay. Okay,” he said, more to himself than to you it seemed like. “I’ll be there. I’m coming.” He said. You could hear the jingle of his keys and his car revving to life. Seokjin was always a fast mover. He always came when you called.

“Shit,” he said. “My phone battery is almost out. I don’t have my charger with me. I’m so sorry, babe. Sit tight, I’ll be there as soon as I can.” He hung up before you even had a chance to say anything.

Your stomach lurched as you were brought back to reality. You were still on the floor beside a passed out Jeon Jungkook but for the few minutes you were on the phone with Seokjin it had felt like you were somewhere else entirely.

Getting up, you looked over him once again to make sure he was still fully passed out and also still breathing. You knew it was going to take Seokjin at least half an hour to get here, even if he sped the whole way and didn’t run into any red lights. You were nervous but for the first time in a long time you felt hopeful. Someone knew you were here. You were going to be getting out soon. 

You were going to see Seokjin again.

Not really knowing what else to do with yourself, you ran to the front door and looked out the window beside it. No one was there yet, of course, but you couldn’t help it. As much as you were trying to stay patient, you couldn’t help the way your legs were shaking as you sat on the bench in the entryway, waiting, keeping an eye on the still unconscious man passed out in the kitchen.

It felt like hours before you finally heard a car pull up in front of Jungkook’s place.You hopped up and before you could even get to the window you heard Seokjin run and begin pounding the door and twisting the knob.

“Y/N! Y/N? Are you there?”

“I’m here Jinnie!” You shouted back, “I can’t open the door! It’s a code-lock.”

You heard Seokjin kicking at the door several times and then running up and slamming into it with his shoulder, but it wouldn’t budge.

“Seokjin, please, you need to do something!”

“It’s okay, Y/N, I’m getting you out of there even if I have to drive the fucking car through the front door. Gimme a sec,” Seokjin said, and you watched through the peephole as he ran back to his car. 

“Hurry!” You shouted desperately, although you were pretty sure he couldn’t hear you. You looked back and saw Jungkook still motionless on the floor. He hadn’t budged an inch.

You wondered if Seokjin really was about to drive his car through the front door of Jungkook’s home but then a second later you saw him running back towards you, carrying an axe.

“Stand back!” He shouted and you did as you were told. You heard the axe hit the wooden door and get stuck in. Jin pulled back and hit the door again with all his strength. You saw the tiniest crack appear on the inside and you screamed in excitement, urging Seokjin on. 

Another thwack and you could finally see a sliver of Seokjin through the door. He hit the door again and again, the hole becoming bigger and bigger, until he could finally step through it. Once he did, you ran into his arms and sobbed into his broad chest.

“Y/N, what the hell happened? What’s happening? Where’s Jungkook?”

“He’s right over there,” you replied, gesturing towards the kitchen, but when you turned around to look, Jungkook wasn’t lying where you left him. Fuck. The commotion must’ve woken him up.

“Jin,” you said, panicking, “we need to get the hell out of here. Right now.” You began to pull him towards the door when you heard an angry howl. You spun around to see Jungkook running full speed at your boyfriend, toppling Seokjin over in an instant. His axe dropped out of his grip and landed on the floor beside him.

You screamed as Jungkook began raining down punches on your boyfriend, quickly bloodying him, while Seokjin attempted to protect himself. It was as though Jungkook was a man possessed. He had become absolutely psychotic. You leaned forward and grabbed Jungkook by his long hair, yanking it hard and pulling him back off of Seokjin. As you did, he looked at you with venom in his eyes.

“You fucking bitch.”

In a split second he was on top of you, knocking you to the floor and squeezing his hands around your throat like he had all those months ago. 

“Jungkook, no, NO!” You tried to gasp, but you could barely get the words out. “Stop!”

He didn’t relent though, his anger was palpable and you’d never seen him like this. It was the first time you truly thought he might kill you.

You tried slapping at his chest and screaming to make him stop, but nothing was working. As the seconds passed you could feel your lungs beginning to burn.

“No! I’m...I’m pregnant,” you croaked out.

Jungkook’s already large eyes became as wide as saucers and his grip loosened around your neck considerably, causing a rush of oxygen to your lungs. 

“What?”

Right then, Jungkook was hit in the temple with the blunt end of Seokjin’s axe, knocking him over, unconscious, yet again.

You looked up at Seokjin, who through a split lip and bloody nose was breathing heavily, the axe gripped tightly in his hands. He looked down at Jungkook’s still figure on the ground, the slightest bit of blood trickling out of his temple. Seokjin bent down, putting two fingers on the younger man’s neck in order to check his pulse.

“He’s still alive,” Seokjin said, and then turned to you with more concern, “Y/N, are you okay?”

“No. I just want to get out of here, Seokjin. Let’s go, now, please,” you said, desperately. You’d been confined indoors in the place for so long. The thought of even spending another minute here, especially with Jungkook was horrific. What if he woke up again?

“We should still make sure he’s alright,” Seokjin said, hesitantly, leaning down to check the boy’s pulse once again and you wanted to smack him. Why would he be thinking of Jungkook’s wellbeing at a time like this? After everything?

“No. Let’s go!” You shouted, grabbing Seokjin by the arm and leading him out the destroyed front door. As soon as the cool night air hit your skin, you felt better than you had in months. “Take me home, please, Jinnie.”

And he did.

***

The day after Seokjin had rescued you, the two of you were sitting in your old familiar living room and you were explaining to him what had happened to you for all those months. Seokjin had taken you home the previous night and had taken care of you with all of the kindness that you’d expected from him. He had called Jungkook’s parents and told them what had happened and to go to their son. In order to keep the two of you quiet, they had agreed on sending Jungkook to a psychiatric facility for a to-be-determined amount of time and that they’d make sure he’d never contact you again. Seokjin was angry and so were you, but you knew that it was the only option the two of you had, so you took it.

The two of you had been talking for hours now, and to your relief you learned that Jungkook had been lying about Seokjin’s girlfriend and plan to move. You’d told Seokjin almost everything, except for the two most difficult things.

Seokjin scratched the back of his neck, shocked at the word. “Pregnant? So...you guys?” He gestured at you, as though you would be able to understand what he was asking and of course you did. 

“I’m so sorry, Seokjin,” you sobbed, as you’d been doing all day, “I’ve been a terrible girlfriend.”

“No, no way. I’m not gonna blame you for whatever happened in that house. I’m not going to get mad at you for what he did to you.”

“I mean...he never exactly forced himself on me,” you said, truthfully. You couldn’t lie to him, not if you were going to properly rebuild your relationship. “But we did things sometimes. We had sex.”

“I know you probably had to do things to keep him happy…” Seokjin trailed off. “You probably thought you’d never get out of there. Don’t think I’d ever be mad about that.”

You took a deep breath, trying to gather the courage to say what you needed to say next. You looked up at Seokjin and then back down again. It was too much to have to look at him while you revealed your biggest betrayal.

“It wasn’t just in the house,” you said. “It was before that too.” You still didn’t look up at him, pushing forward with the words that would inevitably break his heart. “When he came back and you invited him over for dinner that time...we...he fingered me on the couch. I protested initially but I didn’t stop him. I think that’s why he thought he had a shot. He didn’t realise it was just a stupid mistake to me. He thought it meant something more.”

Now you looked up at him. His jaw was set and you could see the tiniest flicker of anger in his eyes. Seokjin didn’t have much of a temper but he was really trying to control himself, you could tell.

“I’m so sorry. It’s my biggest regret in my life. I hate myself for doing it and I hate myself for hurting you more. Maybe I got what deser-”

Seokjin cut you off harshly. “No. Don’t say that shit. Don’t say that you deserved that fucked up psycho doing what he did. Fuck, Y/N. I - I need some air. Sorry.”

He turned around and walked out of the room, leaving you alone.

***

Seokjin was distant for the next few days. Polite, but distant. He wasn’t giving you the silent treatment or anything like that. He still enquired about your mental and physical health. He asked you what you wanted to eat at mealtimes. But that was about the extent of it. You could see how badly he was hurting and that it was your fault but you weren’t sure what to do.

It was about a week later when you’d finally had enough. The two of you were sitting eating another almost silent meal when you cracked.

“Seokjin. Can you please talk to me? Say anything. Yell at me if you want. But please don’t act like we’re fucking strangers here,” you said, the edge creeping into your last few words. It wasn’t fair for you to be annoyed with him, you knew that, but you couldn’t help it.

Seokjin studied your face for a second before putting his fork down.

“Fine. Why’d you fuck him?”

You were rattled. You hadn’t expected him to be quite so blunt right off the bat.

“I didn’t fuck him, I-“

“Yeah, yeah,” he cut you off. “You let him finger fuck you on our couch. I don’t need the details. I wanna know why.”

“I don’t know. I-“

“Not an answer,” he said, picking his fork back up as though he was going to resume his eating.

“Seokjin. I - I was being stupid. I guess I was bored and I felt flattered at being desired by someone else. It felt exciting to do something dangerous.”

“So I bored you?” Seokjin asked, dryly. 

“No” You protested, “That’s not what I meant. It wasn’t to do with you. It was just me. Being a horny, irresponsible idiot.”

“Right,” Seokjin sounded unconvinced. 

“I’m sorry, Jinnie. More than you can even imagine. Are you ever going to forgive me?”

He put his head in his hands and sighed, looking dejected. “I don’t know. I want to. I still love you. All I’ve wanted for so long was to have you back and now you’re here and I don’t know.”

Your heart ached at his words. You got up from your chair and walked over to him. He raised his head out of his hands to look up and you and you could see that there were tears in his eyes. God, you felt like shit. You’d never seen him cry before except for when his dog had passed away years ago and that had been jarring enough.

“Jinnie,” you said softly, sitting down on his lap. You missed his warmth and his sense of humour. The fact that those things seemed to have been taken from him because of the dual betrayals of his best friend and his girlfriend made you feel worse than ever. “I love you. Nothing like that’ll ever happen again. I’m yours.”

“You swear it meant nothing?” He asked you, without looking at you.

“I swear,” you replied, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

“I think...me and you...we should start over,” Seokjin said. “Let’s go somewhere far away from here and put this all behind us. You, me, and the baby,” he said, putting his hand on your belly tentatively.

It was the first time Seokjin had mentioned your pregnancy since you’d told him about it a week earlier. You knew he’d never have told you to get rid of the baby, but you weren’t sure he’d embrace the idea of it either. It was Jungkook’s after all.

“You really mean it?” You asked, the apprehension clear in your voice. When he nodded, you responded, smiling, “That’s a great idea. I just want to get out of here and away from this place. I just wanna be with you and this baby. It might be Jungkook’s biologically but you’re going to be the most amazing father.”

It was Seokjin’s turn to smile now, and it lit up your heart to finally see him do so after so long. “I think you’re right.”

 ***

 4 Years Later

You were sitting on a bench in your back garden, watching your young son Min-Jae sitting and playing on a blanket you’d laid out for him. His chubby hands were grabbing at the toy cars, making them race each other, while you watched on.

He looked up at you and grinned, his resemblance to his biological father was so striking. His huge eyes were an exact copy of Jungkook’s to the point where you wondered if it ever made Seokjin uncomfortable, though he’d never mentioned it. You had been right about Seokjin. He was a doting, loving father who loved Min-Jae like he was his own. Besides, your son may have inherited Jungkook’s looks, but he was all Seokjin in spirit. Sweet, kind, and goody, and about as patient as a 3-and-a-half-year-old could be.

He stood up and toddled over to you, gesturing for you to put him on your lap, which you did. 

“Mama, where’s daddy?”

“He’s still at work Minnie, he won't be home for another few hours.”

“But I wanna play with him.”

“Sorry, baby, you’re going to have to wait.”

He pouted slightly but didn’t say anything as he climbed off your lap and decided to go investigate the raspberry bush that was growing in your yard. He was distracted easily, thankfully, and you knew he would drop it until Seokjin came home. 

As you observed him trying to coax a ladybug onto his finger, your cellphone beside you began to buzz.

NO CALLER ID

Unthinking, you picked up. 

 “Hello?”

 It was the first time you’d heard that voice in over three years. Your heart nearly stopped.

 “Hi noona. Did you miss me?”

[writteninkat]

BNHA BOYS REACTING TO YOU SINGING A DIRTY LINE FROM A SONG

w/ katsuki, eijiro, shoto

warnings: suggestive scenes

note: all characters are aged up

part 2

KATSUKI

you have your earphones, booty shorts and sports bra on, it's 2:11 am and you're dancing your way towards the kitchen

little did you know the grumpy blond boy aka your boyfriend aka bakugou katsuki was right behind you

he would have walked beside you but the way your booty shorts hugged your ass perfectly is looking like a beautiful renaissance painting right now

you enter the dorm's kitchen and immediately head for the cupboards where you know momo keeps her expensive snacks

the way you have to stretch your arm upwards and raise your leg (knee) on the counter to grab what you want has katsuki swallowing thickly

"pussy talented, it do cartwheels. and he pay cause he like how that part feels."

you tear the snack open, excited to pop the chocolate covered almonds in your mouth only for another hand to push them on the counter

you jump and spin around, placing your palm on your chest as you breathe heavily

"katsuki bakugou what the fuck are you doing?!" your heart's beating rapidly from the surprise, your tummy is growing impatient and you have to whisper-yell at your boyfriend so you wouldn't wake your classmates or much worse- aizawa sensei

"what are you doing? walking around with only a pair of underwear and then talking dirty like that?" katsuki mutters ynder his breath, his hand light on your hip as he presses his body onto you

"I was hungry."

katsuki looks at you with lust-filled eyes, hands squeezing the skin on either side of your body. "your snacks will have to wait, princess."

EIJIRO

your boyfriend invited you over to "study". you knew what he meant by study but you didn't finish your math homework yet and your boyfriend has, so now he's impatiently waiting for you as you finish your hw

you have earphones on, music on full blast so you don't have to hear his whining

your eyes and hands are completely taken by the homework but your ears and mouth are on the music's side

oh, how you loved this song. you remember it playing in the radio everytime when you were younger. you loved the melody, but you never thought once about its lyrics.

"baby, all through the night I'll make love to you. like you want me to."

yeah- eijiro just snaps like a twig

in a second he's slipping your pencil from your fingers, closing your notebook and textbook and manhandling you on his bed, pinning you on it

"sorry pebble, but the way you kept twirling your hair and pressing your pencil on your lip..." eijiro swipes his thumb over your lower lip, "and the way you didn't give me any attention since you came in..."

eijiro has a wide, desperate smile on his face.

"I'm needy."

he leans over, lips feathering over the shell of your ear as his hot breath tickles you, sending shivers up your spine

"and what did you say just a moment ago? all through the night you'll make love to me? like how i want you to?"

"eijiro it was a s-"

"shhhh. no take backs."

SHOTO

you know when your favorite song even way back in childhood is a sexual song but you never thought anything about it cause you never paid attention to the lyrics nor have you understood the meaning behind it?

yeeeaaahhh that's exactly how it is with Shoto, except you're the clueless one and he's the one blushing madly like you're naked in front of him

you're at his house, Shoto's reading his book while you're scrolling through your phone, earphones plugged in

you're scrolling through instagram, smiling when your favorite song starts playing

Shoto notices you bopping your head to the song with a wide grin on your face, and he smiles as well, happy you're happy (he's a sweet lil bean pls 😭)

"sticks and stones may break my bones but chains and whips excite me."

for the whole day Shoto is a blushing mess- he couldn't get over the fact that you were into those kinds of stuff!

well, the two of you never talked about it, but if you wanted to try it then Shoto was willing to try it as well- the two of you might like it, who knows?

the next day, you're chilling in your room when you hear a knock on your door

you smile at the sight of your boyfriend, only for that smile to falter into a questioning look when you see just how embarrassed and nervous he looks

you invite him in, noticing the big red paper bag he has with him

"Shoto, what's up? You're all nervous and red and..." You look at the bag, "what's up with that?"

Despite being in his current state, you don't see your boyfriend's hands tremble even once when he takes out the chains and whips he bought

he had bought it with his dad's credit card and paid an extra fee for it to be delivered the next day just cause he knows he wouldn't be able to wait another day with the embarrassment growing inside him

your eyes widen at all the silver and black leather in his hands, your brows furrowing

"d-do you- do you wanna try it?" you ask, eyes rapidly looking down at the items and then back at him

"i-if you want to..." he answers, looking away

"I mean it never crossed my mind, but if you're curious enough I'm willing to-"

"hold on- what do you mean, never crossed your mind?" the embarrassment in his face is completely wiped off and replaced by confusion

"yeah, it never crossed my mind."

"you said it out loud yesterday! you were all like- sticks and stones may break my bones but chains and whips excite me~" Shoto tries his best to imitate your voice and all you can do is look at him dumbfounded

"Shoto I was singing a line from a song."

...

...

...

cue an extremely red and embarrassed Shoto Todoroki who's now burying himself under your duvet cause he can't show his face to you anymore

You're laughing loudly as your boyfriend stays quiet under the covers. When you finish, you pull the duvet off of him, a smirk on your lips

"I mean, we can try maybe just the soft core stuff? Like whipping me and chaining me on the bed."

Shoto looks away, face still flushed.

"okay..."

navigation

[introloves]

a concept - A Thought™️, if you will:

you sandwiched between iwa and oikawa; iwa is singing your praises and being vocal in general, “you take us so well, pretty girl.” “you look so pretty between me and tōru, baby.” meanwhile oikawa has said next to nothing, only grunting really - when he does speak its degrading.

adhjfksblwo idk i just really like the idea of soft dom, vocal iwa and hard dom, silent oikawa.

*dial up sounds*

— rough sex + squirting + anal + double penetration + soft / mean doms + hard degredation + praise + reassurance + comfort + f! reader

its all hard bodies and sweat covered skin, your heads leaned forward to rest against hajime’s chest, he shushes your cries, looking over at tooru, rocking up into your ass with little to no remorse. giving him a hard stare, warning him that hes fucking you a little too rough. but tooru just smiles, tongue peaking out to lick a bead of his sweat off his upper lip.

your hands find haji’s biceps, digging your nails into the muscle.

“p-please-! w-want more... need more!” you babble, making hajime chuckle. here he was trying to help you out, but of course you were a greedy little thing.

he lets the fall of oikawa’s cock- slipping out of you, time his thrust.

watches you squeeze your eyes shut, face scrunching up real cute with unbridled pleasure.

it’s loud- the scream that leaves you when they begin the desperate and coordinated thrusts up into you.

youre stuffed full, hanging on with tight fists the little sanity you had left- in order to not go completely brain dead at each dig inside you.

“good girl, doesn’t hurt, right?” you hear iwa inquire, watching you real close, taking in a deep breath when he feels oikawa press his dick inside you, balls slapping agaisnt your thighs, knowing you’re at the precipice of an orgasm with the way you hit his chest with balled fists.

“hah! even if it did hurt. the little slut would like it.” oikawa spits, not caring to keep any sort of rhythm by now. his words feel good, makes you feel real dirty with the small truth behind it. but you lean agasint iwaizumi once more, needing the small reassurance to sooth the pain.

“look at her. i know you can feel how tight she gets when you’re mean to her. shes dripping all over us.”

and its true, you dont know where its all come from, but you dont care- it helps them both slip in and out of you so good.

you whimper, shaking real hard, it’s all over for you, you cant think, cant breathe when you cum hard around them.

it makes hajime throw his head back, cunt milking him, hotly. he stays still, letting you move at your own pace, but its not really any use.

oikawa’s so mean- he grips onto your hips to push you back, the force of it tugging you off iwaizumi.

you scream- absolutely wail.

its loud when the movement sends a spray of your cum gush all over haji’s lap, splattering over tanned skin, painting his pubes, happy trail and floor with your cum.

“fucking whore-“ oikawa growls, nipping at your ear. still using you to chase his high, not caring about the tears rolling down your cheeks or twitching body- hiccups of what sound like broken murmurs of his name tumbling from your drooling mouth.

he’d have continued till the end, but iwaizumi stands, pushing his chest down onto the bed, prying you off oikawa.

“calm the fuck down, she needs to breathe tooru.” he spits, making sure to put enough emphasis in his words to have oikawa temper back into the bed— only responding by blowing his bangs away, giving him a smile and a wink.

iwa sets your body down, letting your hiccups return to normal before touching you.

“hey, how are you feeling bunny?” he questions, sitting next to you, strong hand petting the hair away from your face.

everything’s still blurry, your cunt still spasms around nothing- you dont know how it still feels like youre cuming, but the waves come in slow and not as intense.

he sees your body twitch, knowing it must feel like youre on fire. it makes his cock jump, moving against his thigh— but he ignores it. the wetness from your little show makes goosebumps rise agaisnt his thighs and tummy. if you weren’t waddling through some foggy brain-haze, you’d be drooling at the way his tummy clenches.

you can hear oikawa from somewhere next to you, stroking himself, looking on at your cute little face fucked out face.

“its alright baby. take your time to come back to us okay. i’m right here.” he murmurs, and you nod, reaching for him to hug you.

[thighridingsamu]

HEYHEY MY SWEET BOY <333 congratulations on ur milestone baby im so happy for u!!! AND IM EXCITED FOR THIS REQ now feel absolutely free to disregard it or lmk if u want me to change it since it's a little different but ,,, i was thinking ab reader's first time w ennoken? could be first time in general or first time w them as a couple, but i think ab ur ennoken drabble on the daily so i thought it'd be fun!! however i know it's a lil different since its poly so lmk and ill send in something else <33

hq characters and your first time together

kozume kenma x gn!reader x ennoshita chikara | pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt.4, milestone event, ennoken drabble |

content warnings: polyamory, dominant kenma (obv), submissive reader and ennoshita, reader gets called sweetheart and baby, ennoshita gets called good boy (bc he is :p), kenma gets called sir, tease!kenma, bit of service dom!ken, pure self indulgence <3 also the smut is brief but in my humble opinion this is hot asf lololol

word count: ~1k

a/n: AAAHHHHH. AETHER. A E T H E R. i'm sorry to others that requested but this has to be my favorite. it just... ENNOKEN SUPREMACY!!!! FUCK YEAH!!! holy fuck. okay. i pour my feelings into writing this. it's a tad different from the other parts but that's alright. as always: these are just my perception of the characters. these were made with the idea that the character and the reader have had previous sexual experience. the event is closed but mutuals are welcome to continue to send in requests!

The three of you are in a place where the stares don't matter. The conversations behind your backs have stopped reaching your ears. You're in a place where you and Kenma are comfortable to head on over to Ennoshita's office and steal him away for lunch. You and Ennoshita could care less if you're spotted in the background on Kenma's stream kissing, only to lay one on the star of the show later on. You three feel secure and happy.

So why was this so awkward? As you sit on the bed with the two men across from you, your cheeks burn.

"Sweetheart?" It's Kenma's voice that breaks the silence, shifting yours and Chikara's gaze upon him. You spot Chikara's hand in Kenma's and you scoot closer, opting to grab Ken's free hand. "Why so nervous, my loves? Weren't you two the ones that came up to me, all sweet and precious... asking to be-"

"Ken." You're surprised at your whine and shift, squeezing his hand in hopes it makes the butterflies dissipate. It doesn't.

"It's just.. we, or I, don't want to give you two any reason to leave."

Kenma looks at Chikara with a raised brow, lips upturned in a mocking way, but you both know he doesn't mean it in the way it comes off. At least not exactly. "That's-"

"No, 'cause, that's exactly it. What if the sex isn't good?!"

"Well first of all," you pout when the hand in yours leaves, eyes widening when the same cold fingers tilt your head up and squeeze your cheeks together, "I'm gonna need you to stop interrupting me, baby."

You and Chikara simultaneously take in a sharp breath. The three of you have known that this would be the way it went, Kenma having the 'power' in bed. His passive nature everywhere else made this authority oh so enticing. He's the one calling the shots, the one that will inevitably be allowing you to-

"Yes, sir."

His smile makes your tummy flip. "Knew my good baby was still in there." Kenma leaves a light kiss to your forehead and drops his hand back into yours. You watch as he tugs you and Chikara in, pressing you two into both of his sides. "Now, I want you to listen and I want you to listen well. The sex won't be bad, ya fuckin' dorks."

He scoffs at the huff you two let out in unison at the name calling. He notices your eyes are directed at his hand and flicks a finger up, grabbing your attention. You pout at the soft look in his eyes, body warm as you watch him give the same look to your other partner.

"But, I want you two to let me know if something isn't okay. I want you to be honest, safe, and comfortable. I want you to feel good. If we don't find our rhythm," he lowers his voice, "which I doubt because God my babies are to die for," you and Chikara roll your eyes, "I don't mind taking all the time we need."

Despite his advantage in height, Chikara looks small. He feels small. His eyes are glossed as he looks towards you and Kenma. And even if he has a playful smile on his face, his chest heaves with his breathing, uneven in excitement, arousal, anticipation. In his mind there's nowhere else he would rather be.

"I don't either," Chikara whispers, cheeks red. The kind of red you want him to be, flushed as the gears in his head are slowing. He's letting go of the control he feels he has to have.

They give you a look, Kenma's smirk soft and Chikara's eyes wide. You feel your cheeks burn hotter. You're lucky to have partners that care about you, that are willing to go above and beyond for you.

"I 'spose I have to say I don't either?" Your words are breathy and said with a smile, and you're leaning in to give Chikara a kiss. "I don't either. I love you both so much."

Kenma groans and removes his hand from yours once again, adjusting the crotch of his pants. You and Chikara give him a shared look, lips curled in feigned disgust. Now it's Kenma's turn to blush wildly, brows furrowed as he turns away and mumbles his defense, saying how hot the both of you are.

~

You're gasping as Chikara moves under you, hitting a spot so sweet that it makes your head fuzzy. What grounds you is Kenma's lips traveling up your spine, sucking and biting in a few spots.

Each other's names are being moaned and breathed, it's mesmerizing. It's dizzying.

Your focus shifts when you hear an especially loud moan of your name. You look down and see Chikara's face twisted up in pleasure, brows knitted tightly. His fingers dig into your hips and you throw your head back. Kenma takes the opportunity to nip at your neck, smiling against the skin when he sees Chikara's face. With a strong but gentle hand you're pushed down, chest-to-chest with the man under you.

You do what Kenma wants without further instruction, attaching your lips to his jaw as Ken begins to leave hickey.

"C'mon, Chikara. You can cum for our baby, right? They feel so good around you, you just can't take it, huh?" His words make even you whimper, though not directed at you. "Be a good boy, cum for us. You deserve it, baby."

You're overtaken by a warmth as Chikara lets out a broken moan of thanks, your orgasm coming quickly as he releases. You're moaning and panting, clinging to your boyfriend as he does the same. Kenma feels pride as he watches you two. His whispered praise makes the feeling better, as do his cool hands against your bodies.

"Good job, loves. Did so good for, sir," he hums quietly, leaving soft kisses on the both of you. "But you told me three. That was only two."

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[slut-4-rafe]

Hi! So I had a thought for a fic and was wondering if you could maybe write it. So like it’s poly!marauders(wolfstar+James) and reader like gets really sad and snaps at them cause there are punishing her again and they never punish James or something. With a happy ending if you could! Obviously you can choose to ignore this but ya that’s it😁

Dom! Sirius x Dom! Remus x Sub! James x Sub! Fem! Reader

Summary: You get upset and insecure when Remus and Sirius pick favorites.

Warnings: Smut, daddy kink, punishing, praise kink, degration kink, cursing, insecure?, yelling? spanking, slapping, spitting, anal sex (male receiving), oral (male receiving), just pure smut.

Note: I'm sorry if this isn't really what you wanted. I tried to keep it as close as the request as I could but it just ended up differently.

Word count: 1,490

"You've been a bad girl." Remus said, a disapproving look on his face.

"No. M'good girl." you muttered.

"No. Your not. Your a slut." Sirius snapped.

James sat against the headboard, watching with an amused look as you took a punishment for something you didn't even do.

"Listen to our daddies. Your bad." James said.

You snapped your head from Sirius' grip and turned to the bespectacled boy. "Shut up James! You should be punished, not me."

This earned a slap from who you though would be Sirius, but to your surprise, it was Remus. His hands went down to squeeze your cheeks. "Do not talk to him like that. Your a brat. This is your punishment. You will do everything to please us, but no cumming. Got it?"

Your eyes widened as you look at him teary eyed. "Daddy! No please. It was James-" slap You gripped your reddened cheek. Tears started to slowly drip down to your cheeks and sliding down the back of your hands.

"No whining." he said.

"Please. Can I just explain?" you asked quietly.

Remus' eyes softened at your saddened demeanor. "Okay. What?"

"James said I could! James told me to touch myself!"

Sirius and Remus both turned to a wide eyed James. "What?!" he exclaimed. "I did not!"

You turned to look at him, tears welling up again. This was too frustrating. You were going to receive your lest favorite thing ever. Punishment. James' face almost faltered at your sad face, but kept his surprised look.

Meanwhile, Sirius and Remus were looking between the two of you, trying to figure out who was lying.

"James? Did you?" Sirius asked.

"Nope! She's just bad!"

"Well it's settled then. James is a good boy, and your just a bad girl." the raven haired boy laughed. He took a seat on the edge of the bed and pulled you upon his lap. Remus yanked off your panties and placed a slap on your ass, causing you to yelp.

"Now, your going to apologize after each one. All while you watch me please our good boy. Got it?" the lycanthrope asked.

You just gave a faint nod, earning you yet another slap to your ass. "M'sorry. Yes daddy."

"Good."

While Sirius kneaded your ass with his hands, you watched as Remus pulled James onto the bed which was directly in front of your view. They started with a sloppy kiss as they pulled of each others clothes. The view making your tummy twist. Sirius didn't start spanking you until Remus had James on his hands and knees while he penetrated his hole. That's when the pain started.

Slap. "I'm sorry daddies."

Slap. "I'm sorry daddies."

Slap. "I'm sorry daddies."

This went on until spurts of James' cum covered the sheets and your ass was red and bruised. Remus came over and picked you up, just to drop you right on the sheets.

"Owie." you whined as the fabric of the bedding rubbed up against your stinging cheeks.

"Owie." Sirius mocked with a laugh, earning chuckles from both Remus and James.

"Now, your going to take Sirius' cock in your pretty mouth like a good girl. And if you can be good, we'll let you cum. If not, then oh well." Remus instructed.

"Yes daddy."

Sirius stripped himself of his clothes, revealing his aching dick. He pumped it a few times as he stood up on the bed so his cock was directly in front of your face. His tip teased your lips, indicating he wanted to start. And as soon as you opened your mouth, his dick shot in, penetrating the back of your throat. You gagged as he started thrusting his hips. Usually you could take it, but right now you had no time to adjust to his size. You continued to gag and squirm to get even a pinch of air. Of coarse this meant you were being bad, and as soon as Sirius' cum shot down your throat, you started coughing hysterically, practically choking on the liquid.

"Look at you. Pathetic really. I'm sure James could have done better." Sirius mocked you. This is when it started to kick in. The jealousy. The insecurity. They liked James better.

"James do want to show her how good you can be?" Remus asked. The curly haired boy instantly nodded his head, ready to show how much better he was. Remus instructed James to kneel on the floor directly in front of his hardened cock, to which he did. Instantly Remus forced his cock down James throat, barely causing him to gag. His continued to thrust his hips into the boys' mouth. While Sirius held you in his lap he brought his hand down to your clit, swollen from your earlier actions. The actions that started this whole thing. He continued to rub figure eights earning moans from you. Watching your boyfriends please each other and the stimulation on your clit was overstimulating.

"You better not cum." Sirius seethed. You started to squirm, indicating how close you were to your high, and right as Sirius pulled his hand away and pushed you off his lap and onto the bed, Remus released into James' mouth. Both Remus and Sirius kneeled in front of James giving him kisses and praising his good behavior.

"Such a good boy."

"So much better that y/n over there."

"She can't even take m'cock."

"Such a good baby."

This was infuriating for you. Seeing them praise James and telling him how much better he was than you caused a sickening feeling to erupt in your stomach.

They love James more.

Pathetic.

Not good.

Bad.

"We love you Jamsie."

You were frustrated.

Mad.

Upset.

James caused this, and here he is, getting praised for being a 'good boy'.

"Such a good boy."

And you blew.

"Good boy my ass." you said as you shakily got up from the bed. Three sets of eyes snapped to you.

"Excuse me?" Remus snapped.

"I said. 'Good boy my ass'." you snapped as you rummaged through the drawer which held extra changes of your clothes. You threw on an oversized shirt and right as you were about to put a pair of underwear on, Sirius was at your size, snatching them out of your hands. "Give them back." you snapped.

"What is your problem?" he asked. He was mad. You'd never talked to them like this.

You let out a sarcastic laugh and ripped your panties out of his hands. "What's my problem? Really? I wonder?" you grabbed a pair of shorts and threw them on real quick.

"Your being a brat." Remus finally spoke up. "Get on the bed."

You looked straight into his brown eyes. "No." you snapped. "You don't get to tell me what to do."

"Actually they do. Their our daddies." James said.

You turned your narrowed eyes to look at James who was still kneeled on the floor. "Just shut up James. And their your daddies. I'm done." you went to walk out of the room when suddenly all four of them were standing in front of you, wide eyes and frown upon their faces.

"W-what?" Sirius asked.

"You heard me."

"Why?" Remus asked, tears welling up in his eyes.

"You guys clearly love James more than me. If you would have listened to me, and actually believed me, you would know I shouldn't have been the one on the receiving end of the punishment. James should have been." you inhaled shakily. This wasn't the first time this has happened. It wasn't the first time James was the one who said you could do something, only to lie and get you in trouble. You were sick of it. And your insecurities were taking a toll on you. It probably didn't help that you were in a certain headspace. "It's always like this. You only ever listen to James. James never gets punished because he's a "good boy.' No he's not. I feel like I'm just here! I feel like I don't mean anything to you."

The boys stared at you. Guilt taking over. But James was the guiltiest.

"Oh no. Please don't go. I'm sorry! I just hate punishments. Please y/n. I'm sorry. It was me! I told her she could touch herself!" James exclaimed, latching his body onto yours. "I'm sorry."

Soon, Remus and Sirius wrapped their arms around you too. "We're sorry too puppy."

"Yeah we should have listened to your side of the story." Remus whispered.

"But, your not actually breaking up with us, are you?" Sirius asked in a shaky voice.

"No. I could never." you laughed quietly. "Unless you keep picking favorites.

"Nope! No more favoriting!" Sirius and Remus both said in unison.

"And to make it up to you, James is going to receive punishment tomorrow." Sirius smirked.

"What?!" James whined.

"Don't be a bad boy." Remus said. "Be a good boy. Like our y/n."

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[sombreboy]

Expensive doll⇢jjk & pjm

[ masterlist ] Serves as an afterstory for our series Mused Obsession, but can be read on its own. 

Written together with @chimoona​ as JM and @sombreboy​ as JK

Synopsis: In celebration of their one year anniversary, Jungkook dresses Jimin up in lingerie & makeup as his picture-perfect doll and ruins him in every way he desires.

⇢Explicit (18+) ⇢Pairing: Jungkook & Jimin ⇢Genre: smut, mxm ⇢Word count: 15.7k ⇢Ch.warnings: Profanity, JM dressing in lingerie and wearing makeup, messy kissing, degrading petnames and dirtytalk, breathplay, bj, praise kink, JK's fetish for crybaby JM remains intact, body worship, foot fetish JK literally slorps JM's petite little foot and it is v erotic join us feet hoes, some biting, mentions of blood(from a sharp stiletto lol dw), ok hold up and stay w me here JK rides JM but he is in no way a bottom, this is some top ridin' stuff to drive Jm mad and let me tell you it works, then JK puts little JM back in his place where he belongs stuffed with dick, rough fucking, in fact its so rough that JM can't hold his pee im not even sorry-- it was hot, idk what else if you've read any of my stuff you should just kinda know what you're up for. xo

The chime of the security alarm strikes the quiet mansion as Jungkook shuts the door behind him, kicking off his shoes in a hurry. He hugs luxury shopping bags close to his chest, trembling with excitement. He'd been holding onto the bags at work to ensure Jimin didn't see them for days, which felt like months—especially today, to finally come home to his favorite person in the entire universe and spend their first official anniversary together.

It's been an entire year since Jimin proved his love and dedication to the photographer, and life couldn't be any better than it is now. They're unstoppable, thriving as the biggest names in the industry. With a lot of fame—a lot more on Jimin's end—comes a lot of work and less time together, except for when they manage to crawl into bed at the end of the day. So, Jeon Jungkook wanted to make tonight extra special. He'd missed having Jimin truly just for himself; not just as a boyfriend, but as a model and his muse.

"Baby, I'm home." Jungkook calls out as he eyes the rooms, listening to where Jimin could be. He knows the model had the day off, so the younger man had given him a little white lie—he wouldn’t be able to make it home early. Yet here he is, giddy like a child and ready to surprise his beloved butterfly.

"Come to me~" He adds cheerfully while walking towards the stairs, searching for Jimin when he hears the small thuds of his lover's light footsteps.

"K-kookie?" Jimin calls from their bedroom, rubbing his sleepy eyes after a long nap. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard Jungkook arrive.

Thinking he had more time to get dressed and ready for their night together, he's caught, fresh from restful sleep, wearing only an oversized t-shirt and tight black briefs. The night was planned to a T...in Jimin's mind. A brand new suit hung in the walk-in closet, designed and tailored specifically for his body. He knows how the young photographer likes to ogle when the fabric of his pants hugs his plump cheeks daringly, almost too tight for a public setting.

But tonight, there will be no public outing. No distractions from the outside world, getting in the way of their time together.

As high-profile as the two men have grown over the last year, they've found it hard to take a leisurely night out on the town without being spotted by a fan of their work or an industry mate trying to cut into their fun. It's been a rollercoaster, but it's been the thrill of their lives. Even then, it's necessary to plan nights of relaxation and indulgence. So, Jimin set out candles and dipped ruby ripe strawberries in milk chocolate, planning a romantic night with just the two of them. He even chilled a bottle of overpriced champagne—a gift from Namjoon, hand-delivered for the happy couple. It was assumed that since Jungkook was working late, the ambiance of a well-kept home and a willing partner was all he wanted anyhow... Until, of course, Jimin glides down the stairs and spots his lover with armfuls of bags. Designer bags.

"Welcome h-ooome," he yawns, still finding his voice, "And happy anniversary, baby." He leans in and stands on his toes, pressing his body into the bags held at Jungkook's chest to give him a sweet kiss. "I missed you a lot...and I cleaned up too, but I guess I fell asleep at some point. I was going to get all pretty for you, so just pretend I'm dressed up right now."

“You’re gorgeous, baby.” Jungkook smiles into the kiss, returning it softly. He pulls back to drink in the fresh state Jimin is in. No makeup, barely dressed... It's like the visionary’s plans were fated to happen. “And this is perfect for what I have planned for you. A clean canvas, so to speak.” The young photographer adds as he hands over the bags to his lover. “Take off everything you’re wearing and put this on, nothing else. And bring the small bag with you to the studio.” He leans in closer to allow the hot breath of every spoken word to fan over Jimin’s cheek, whispering his next words. “I’ll be waiting for you. Okay? Now go.”

Accustomed to following the photographer's orders, Jimin doesn't waste a moment scurrying to the bathroom and peeling off his shirt on the way in. He kicks off his underwear and sits on the closed toilet seat to skim through the first bag's contents. The second he runs his hands over smooth silk ribbons and lace, his heart leaps out of his chest. 

Lingerie. Women's lingerie, he notes internally as his fingers skim the fabric with a timid touch. It feels small in his hand, and he already knows it's not meant to cover much. Jungkook has always been an appreciator of visual art, and in the back of Jimin's mind, he always knew this moment would come. The female form can be voluptuous and sensual—soft to the touch and comforting when held close. 

Without taking the lingerie out to inspect it closely, Jimin knows this look is made to illuminate his feminine traits—to hug the small of his waist and accentuate the curve of his hips, prominently displaying some of his lover's favorite parts with exaggerated flair.

As a former full-time model, Jimin doesn't think twice about indulging this new request from Jungkook. He's been half-naked in front of strangers in very scandalous clothing, it's only right he indulges his partner with the same courtesy, under his exact specifications. 

He sets the smaller bag aside and removes the clothing, gasping at the bright red shade the younger man had chosen. It looks like fresh blood as he tugs it onto his small body—ribbons drip down his legs to capture the matching set of pure red stockings. When he slips them over his legs, they stop at the feet, hugging them tight and showing the delicate curve of his arches.

A slender garter belt cinches high around his waist and rests low on his hips, made of a thin weave of lace that opens up at the belly button to show off the cute dip of his tummy. Not even fully dressed, he feels pretty...desirable. With each new addition, he feels his confidence grow, matching the opulent fit his love has chosen for their special occasion. Jimin grasps the silk ties that dangle off the belt and loop them into the stockings, holding them tight against his body and matching the two pieces as one. He takes his time to billow the ties into eye-catching bows, adding more of a feminine flair to his long slender legs. 

He opens another bag and clasps his hand over his mouth, pulling out an accompanying bralette, so fair and petite. It's soft on his skin. Everything feels so soft and erotic, like it was crafted to draw moans from his mouth before he's even touched by warm hands. The gentle graze of the lace over his nipples makes him bite his lower lip to push back building arousal. When he crosses his legs to finish clasping the bralette behind his back, he feels the rub of new lace against his cock, only drawing his attention to the fact that women's underwear does not provide enough room to hold him fully. If he gets harder, which he's certain he will, it will be impossible not to poke out and dribble over the rouge fabric.

Once Jimin empties the bags and slips every bit of clothing onto his body, he steps back to admire the full look. Even in the dim bathroom mirror, he finds every little bit of his form jaw-dropping as it's prettily wrapped in red. But no look is complete without a matching set of kitten heels, which he slips onto his red silken feet. He immediately notices how the added height accentuates his plump cheeks, out in the open, skimmed down the center with a cheeky thong.

"Woah..." The model takes a few strides across the bathroom floor to get a feel for the new footwear. A few clumsy trips over the tile to get started, but after a couple minutes, his confidence is through the roof. He can stride effortlessly and sway his hips in a subtle yet seductive manner.

"O-okay." He psyches himself up, licking his thick lips in a quick swipe while he drinks in a final look of his fit. He grabs the smallest bag, still unopened, and exits the bathroom to find Jungkook waiting for him in his personal studio.

Meanwhile, Jungkook just finished setting up the finishing touches to his studio and waited for the most important centerpiece of the night. His favorite camera sits on a tripod next to his large armchair, which is to be his spot to admire his creation. He presses record before he forgets to, and knowing how he will soon see his lover in the new lingerie, there'd be no time to think about whether or not the camera captures it all. What he didn't expect, however, was to find the fresh chocolate dipped strawberries, paired with a bottle of champagne. He immediately noted that this wasn't something he had in his own collection, so he figured this was Jimin's preparation for the night.

"So sweet to me, always.." Jungkook sighs dreamily when placing the strawberries and the bottle on the small table next to his chair as he takes his seat. His lover always finds little ways to show his affection; always considerate of Jungkook in everything he does. It's cute, and even if the elder man's plans might not be what he initially thought, Kook is sure that this will surpass anything he had in mind.

"He should be here soon..." He leans back in his seat, still wearing the suit he'd worn all day at work. His strong, tattooed fingers wrap around his tie and tug at it to loosen the fabric a bit. He rolls up the sleeves of his white dress shirt after discarding the suit jacket to let it be thrown on the floor behind the chair. His breathing slows down when he listens intently for the powerful sound of heels coming from the bedroom, echoing in the hallway. Although he knows what to expect, he still doesn't know just how it would look-- how his Jimin would pull off the look. The thick swallow in anticipation causes his adam's apple to bob, already excited as his heart beats harder in his chest.

Jimin bottles his nerves and clicks his heels with slow steps, echoing deliberately on the hard floor until he reaches the studio doorway.

"Don't laugh, okay?" He smirks at his own words, still hidden around the corner of the doorframe, knowing there's no way on earth Jungkook could find this fit humorous. "I'm coming in..."

One step forward, and he's basked in the low light of the photographer's setup. He swallows hard at the first sight of Jungkook, even when he's dressed the same as when he left him. The loosened tie captures his attention, and he swallows again at the thought of holding it while he glides his silken legs over his lover's lap to ride him roughly. The anticipation of what Jungkook has in store for Jimin is overwhelming.

Jimin gives the photographer a moment to gather himself before he walks forward, placing one heel in front of the other and sashaying his hips with each step. The camera blinks red to indicate it's recording, and Jimin doesn't let it distract his attention for a second. He moves in a slow weave, looking up at his partner under a tempting hooded gaze--long eyelashes beckoning him closer. When he reaches the center of the studio, he stops for further instruction, standing with confidence and poise. 

"You chose well, baby. I love it." He gives a slow twirl, pivoting on his slim heel to show off the back, pausing to give the younger man a good look. "...do you like it?"

“I really like it.. I knew you’d look perfect in this.” Jungkook drinks in the entirety of his lover, his heavy gaze not leaving a single inch of the model's body unseen. The lingerie is perfect, covering just enough—but doesn’t hide anything. His hungry eyes travel down the blonde model’s back; from his slender back to his plump ass, not to mention how the posture from the heels make it stand out even more. “Did you bring the small bag?” He asks, beckoning Jimin to come closer with a wave of his hand, itching to feel his delicate body beneath his fingertips.

Jimin nods yes, stepping towards his lover. "I didn't peek, I was good." He says it in an innocent tone, as if he doesn't look like a goddamn succubus in fuck-me heels. A brilliant red strap of his bralette slips down his shoulder, which he takes his time slipping back into place. Even if he feels a bit out of place in this new look, he pulls it off with grace and seduction.

Jimin hands the bag to Jungkook. "I'm sure whatever it is, it'll make this moment even better." He kneels at the photographer's feet in a natural subservient position, resting his elbows on the man's thighs and peering up at him for further instruction.

"Yes." Jungkook says softly while taking the bag in his hands, giving Jimin an approving smile. While his face remains unbothered, the strain of his half erect cock proves that he's anything but. The visuals of the elder in such sinful fabrics drives him crazy, and eager to ruin them in every way he pleases. "You're such a good boy to me. Always trusting me with your everything."

Jungkook digs into the bag, pulling out a small, high end lipstick. He puts the bag to the side, grabbing Jimin's chin with his free hand while popping the lid off the lipstick with his thumb, leaning forward in his seat to get a proper look of his lover's bare face. 

"Pout." He instructs, twirling the little stick to slide the blood red lipstick from hiding, bringing it close to Jimin's plump lips. When the blonde does as told, he gently swipes the crimson color onto the delicate skin of Jimin's lower lip. His cock throbs at how effortlessly it stains his pretty mouth, and he keeps adding more; layer after layer until he's satisfied with the deep, bloody red adorning one of many favorite features of his man. 

"You look like a doll already, so pretty.." Jungkook sighs, a mixture of his adoration and sexual frustration building at the sight. But he's patient, and leans back a bit to inspect his work, moving his hold on the smaller man's jaw to rub his thumb over Jimin's lips, staining the pad of his finger in the process.

A moan presses passed Jimin’s pursed pout. All he’s ever wanted since he met the mysterious man is to be everything for him—there, at his feet, living to serve his deepest desires. To give a taste of his commitment to the role, he swipes his pierced tongue over the finger in a slow motion.

“I can see how hard you’re getting, Kookie...” He takes the thumb between his stained lips and circles his tongue around it, releasing with a light pop. “...seeing me like this, dressed in the underwear you chose...” He peers down at the slick thumb and admires the prominent stain—a perfect shade to match the rest of his ensemble. “...bet you’d love to admire every inch of your creation.” Jimin circles his tongue around the digit once more and pulls it into his mouth, humming his pleasure into the photographer’s skin. He brings a hand up to palm his lover’s stiffening length through unbuttoned pants.

"Mm, you know exactly what I like." Jungkook purrs, glancing down for a moment to watch Jimin's delicate hand touch his hard length, now prominent through the fabrics keeping it hidden. His gaze travels back to the model's face. Seeing Jimin's doe eyes look up at him with such submission, admiration... love. It drives the photographer mad with desire.

"There's so much I wanna do to you." He breathes out, his sentence ending with a quiet moan as he bucks up into Jimin's small palm. When his lust takes over, slowly and steadily, his impulses grow more reckless. "Or make you do, for me.." He adds before swiping his thumb over the lipstick once more, dragging the pad of his digit further past the corner of the model's mouth. A stripe smeared in red adorns Jimin's cheek like a small chelsea smile-effect. Jungkook's hand moves back down to wrap behind Jimin's neck, covering his nape with the warmth of his palm as he leans forward to draw his lover in for a messy kiss, aiding in the destruction of the pretty lipstick he'd just applied. 

A red mess is created between the two, their lips coated with splashes of the color and the taste of chemicals mixing with their saliva. But Kook doesn't care—instead, he enjoys every second of it, forcing his tongue between Jimin's parted lips to claim his mouth.

"Look at you..." Jungkook murmurs when he pulls back, the thick string of saliva connecting their tongues breaking off when he speaks, watching it fall to stick to Jimin's chin. "Your makeup got ruined, what a shame.." The faux concern in his tone is evident in contrast to the pleased fire in his eyes. He takes the lipstick, grabbing the blonde's jaw a bit harder this time to reapply, not bothering to wipe off the already smeared makeup around the lips. "Baby... Take my dick out while I fix this, I'm aching."

Jimin pants, left breathless from the younger man's kiss. "Mm--ah...okay." His hand resumes gentle strokes over the clothed length, just feeling for a moment while he distracts his mind from his own growing erection. The press of his pink swollen cock head tests the integrity of the lace, making it bulge out noticeably. When his hand slips into Jungkook's pants to pet him bare, he can't bite back the whimpers of need that brush his partner's fingers.

"Y-you really are aching." Jimin's mouth salivates, murmuring the words to avoid messing up Jungkook's artwork. "Fuck...so big, baby." The blonde model uses one hand to tug down his lover's pants and underwear while the other maintains a languid pace over his silken skin. He takes a pause to bring his messy lips close, wetting Jungkook's shaft with an audible spit that dribbles down his chin. He's never been perfect at following instructions when arousal fogs his mind. At this moment, he needs to hear the slick sounds of cock in his hand. He needs to feel the warmth of blood pulsating under his touch, stiffening and dripping for more. 

"May I taste you, sir?" He reverts back to his role, asking sweetly, nipping the bottom lip and smudging the lipstick even more. "Please."

“How can I refuse when you ask so sweetly?” Jungkook looks at his creation, already seeing the blonde mess up the lipstick with his spit and nipping of his lips. It both pleased him and annoyed him, but the heavy arousal weighing on him clouds his judgement and makes him more forgiving towards Jimin’s light disobedience. It’s to be expected, and seeing his lips messy and smeared with red while sucking his cock is all the photographer could think of, for now. “If that’s what my baby wants,” he sighs, reaching out to smudge the other end of the corner of the model's mouth, finishing the joker-like smile on his cheeks. 

Kook leans back in his seat again, moving his hands to rest on his thighs. Kook’s gaze is focused on Jimin, drinking in every feature, observing every little movement. He zeroes in on his messy lips, and feels a moan scratching at the back of his throat at the sight. He can’t wait to see his lover turn into a broken mess, one step at a time. 

“Suck it deeply.. take all of it. No teasing.”

To test the waters, Jimin gives a light swipe along the bottom of Jungkook's shaft, drawing his pink muscle up to the tip and swirling it around the leaking slit in tight circles. 

"Mm, uhm—ahh..." Jimin becomes vocal, humming around the thick length as he pops it in and out of his plump lips, watching it twitch with delight each time he strips Jungkook of his building pleasure. Jungkook said not to tease, but the pretty little blonde craves to feel each shudder of arousal. Each touch from him is live-wired to the younger man, and Jimin feels powerful by causing it to happen. Plus, as an added perk, he knows the slow and drawn-out pace will cause more trouble for him in the long-run. And...what's life without a little pain? He anticipates it. He knows, as nicely as he's dressed, his partner can easily turn him into a crying mess without any regard for the flashy fine clothing. No amount of silk and lace can conceal his inner need to be lovingly destroyed. 

With a lasting swipe of his hot tongue across the ridge of Jungkook's tip, Jimin pops it into between his rouge lips, already smearing a bit of the lipstick over the smooth skin. He bobs his head to wet the throbbing cock, spilling his saliva down the length of it with little to no regard for the mess it creates. He knows, better than anyone, the messier he is, the better.

"Ah, mmh—I told you, no teasing..." Jungkook huffs with furrowed brows, focused on how well Jimin takes his girthy length all the way, dragging his tongue against the smooth skin, watching himself get covered in saliva and faint marks of the lipstick.

"Always making it difficult for me, looking so sweet and innocent..." Jungkook licks his lips at the sight of the elder's messy mouth, makeup smearing past his lips and drooling down his chin onto his length. He's sucked the photographer's cock countless times, so he knows exactly how to do it, and his gag reflex had become close to nonexistent. But, that doesn't mean it's not there, one just has to use a bit of force. "But you're anything but innocent, aren't you? Sucking me off like a cockhungry whore." The photographer bites back a moan, unable to keep his hands off of Jimin for too long before he's already weaving his fingers through his lover's blonde curls to get a good grip. He's gentle at first, just feeling the motion of Jimin's head bob up and down his length, wet sounds and whiny, muffled moans filling the room as no other sound is audible inside the isolated space.

"So be it. If you want my cock that badly, then keep sucking." Jungkook tugs at Jimin's hair, forcing his head to move harder and faster. His generous length makes space in the model's delicate throat, forcing the continuous pool of drool to seep from Jimin's mouth to add to the mess, not allowing him to get off to breathe except from his nose.

Jimin crosses his ankles and rests his bare butt on top of the heels. They clack together as he bends forward and bobs his head steadily, opening up his throat to feel Jungkook's wet tip guide the way. Inch by fleshy inch, his lover's cock fills the space within him. It causes his own cock to peek out of the slim red lace and poke Jimin's abdomen as he bends deep. The blonde swallows around Jungkook's fat cock and holds still, warming it as deep as he can possibly bear, forcing himself to wait until he feels lightheaded.

When his lungs burn for breath, he withdraws slowly, tonguing the prominent veins that bulge along his lover's shaft. "Mmf...g-ah—ack!" He chokes on the last couple inches and holds his small palms in the inner curve of Jungkook's thighs for balance. "...Mine. All mine...tastes so yummy," he emphasizes, swiping a bead of precum directly from the leaking slit. Lost in his own little world, feeling pretty yet needy for friction, he wraps a hand around the shaft and strokes it up and down quickly.

" I-I'm your whore, sir." He looks the part—plump lips and cheeks stained with red, stringing long strands of his spit to the younger's twitching head. To the outside world, he's nothing but the most well-kept, straight-laced individual. Here? He lets go entirely, making his body available for use without a care of how someone else perceives him. The only opinion that matters is the man before him. 

Jimin looks down and notices a strap of his bralette had fallen down, only matching his role of sultry temptress...quickly morphing to messy slut. He purposefully lets the other strap fall, looking up at Jungkook with beckoning lashes. 

"Am I doing well?"

"Mm.. Could do better." Jungkook lies, towering over Jimin's small frame on the floor. His long, raven curls fall forward, framing his sharp features. Being in this position, seeing everything from above, makes him feel so utterly powerful. And Jimin's big, glossy eyes meeting his own only adds to the fire that awakens every single hormone in his body.

In reality, Jimin is doing well. In fact, he's doing an amazing job at driving the photographer mad. His cock twitches delightfully in the model's hands, his abdomen tightening in excitement and heart fluttering beneath his heaving ribcage.

"A job well done isn't without your pretty tears, baby." Jungkook says softly, taking deep breaths to keep his voice from wavering too much in pleasure. He strokes his fingers through his lover's bright, silky curls, coaxing him to take him back into his mouth. "Choke on it, but don't make me cum... Just enough to make your eyes sparkle for me."

Jimin chokes on nothing but a quick gasp. "O-of course." He shrinks under Jungkook's commanding gaze and rubs his thighs together, wishing he had permission to adjust his now fully erect cock. To solidify his subservience, on top of his now glassy eyes, he takes another step and clasps his hands behind his back. No ties or cuffs are necessary, although he'd enjoy being bound tight and abused for being a tease—it was the plan all along.

"I love you," he whispers, swallowing down a fresh wave of emotion and looking up to let Jungkook admire the first tear roll down his cheek. The wet droplet catches the makeup and slips off his chin to seep into his bright red lingerie. Jimin holds eye contact and sticks out his tongue, showing off the pretty piece of jewelry at the center, right where Jungkook placed it nearly a year ago. He gives a couple testing kitten licks, then hovers his pout over the tip, plunging the full length down his throat without a testing suck. No more teasing, he tells himself, gagging around the fat cock. 

Just as Jungkook demanded, Jimin strips himself of breath until he's crying for relief. Hands still clasped tight and out of the way, he's given himself no way of escape, showing his true resilience and commitment to the task he's given.

“Oh, my Jimin..” Jungkook sighs in pleasure, watching how his hefty length disappears into the welcoming warmth of his lover's throat. The flesh contracts around him when the model gags, squeezing tightly to draw more low moans and grunts from the photographer. “You’re doing so well now.” He praises, brushing his thumb beneath Jimin’s eye to catch a few tears. He’s convinced that although there’s a million types of makeup to make one look perfect, Jimin looks his prettiest when his skin is glowing from the shine of his tears. The way his submissive stare from below is sparkling like little stars, just for Jeon Jungkook. The way Jimin will endure anything to please.

“Nobody is prettier than you.” Jungkook bites his lower lip at the sight below, and grows impatient. He keeps a tight grip on his lover's hair, cock deeply buried in his throat while he stands up from his seat. “Nobody could ever compare to you, butterfly.” He hisses, feeling the heat of his words creep onto his cheeks while meeting the elders glossy eyes. He withdraws his hips slowly, only to thrust forward and lodge the head of his jeweled cock as deep as possible. He sighs, lip quivering at his lover's compliance. It’s too exciting, his body is practically shaking with itching, aggressive longing to destroy Jimin further. Patience, he reminds himself. It is their special night, so he wants to ensure Jimin feels like the most desired human in the universe.

The warming praise gives Jimin the courage he needs to slide his lips up the rigid length, gliding his wet ribbed tongue in gentle sweeps. His throat burns from the intrusion, yet, it's a familiar sensation and it does very little to detract him from bobbing his head and building up the photographer until he's at his brink. Slick, slobbery sucks and the occasional gag and gasp for breath becomes the playlist of their evening. Even the model becomes affected by his own desperate sounds. He wiggles his plump butt in a subtle motion to take his attention off the desire pulsing in his veins. He sucks and tongues, staring up at Jungkook until his vision blurs with a wave of new tears. Jimin rests back on his heels to catch his breath, letting the throbbing cock flop out of his mouth and into his hand, holding it firm and continuing to bring his lover close to the edge without immediate relief.

"Fuck me." The second the words leave his swollen lipstick-smeared lips is the moment he cracks, just a little. Hot tears fall down Jimin's cheeks--hand stroking the soaked length until he's trembling to be touched. "I n-need you, Kookie."

Within what seems like a split second, Jungkook dropped to his knees on the floor in front of Jimin; framing his small face in his large palms to draw him in for a messy kiss. He can taste everything-- the mixture of lipstick and saliva, sullied with the taste of his own cock lingering on the model's tongue. But the highlight of it all is the salty topping of Jimin's tears, a clear result of his effort and submission that he worked himself so hard that his body rejected it-- and yet endured to fulfill the photographer's desires.

"Haah, you need me?" Jungkook chuckles when he pulls back from the heated kiss, lingering close to softly press his lips over Jimin's damp cheeks. His own are stained with a faint red, transferred from the elder's pillowy ones.

"Sure you're not tired of this cock?" He smiles as he continues to kiss away Jimin's tears, tongue poking out to lick his cheek as his hot breath fans his face. While he does so, his hands let go of Jimin's face to smooth down his slender form, snaking behind his back until they settle on his ass, mercilessly squeezing the flesh between his fingers. "After you got a taste of Joonie, maybe I won't be enough?" Jungkook's wolfish smile doesn't falter, knowing this will tug at his lover's heartstrings. His kisses travel south, leaving red sucks and bites to blossom on the model's fair skin in it's path down to find a spot by his collarbone where he sucks harshly, certain that it'll leave a possessive mark behind.

"Joonie?" The tears on Jimin's cheeks glisten under the studio lights. His quivering bottom lip juts out in a pout as he naturally leans into the breath of Jungkook's suckles. The hot, tongued, needy markings become painful. Jimin huffs out a low moan. "Hyung was big...but he doesn't taste like you...fuck--" He takes Jungkook's face between his hands and returns the kiss, mashing their lips together messily, parting his mouth and giving him a longing taste of what he desires most. The model draws back slowly, making sure thin strands of their combined saliva string between their tongues, obvious for his lover to admire.

"You're more than enough..." Jimin whispers, letting a hand drop back to Jungkook's swollen cock, still dripping wet with his spit and precum. "I only beg for you, baby. I only want you...playing with me...fucking me...using me until I c-cry." He scoots forward and lets the length drop from his hand, then lifts his knees to straddle the photographer's lap on the floor. While the move may be a little too desperate, he doesn't have a single shred of care in his small body. He aches to feel his love's large hands tug at the lingerie, to feel the way his dripping cock strains against the material, and how it hugs his tense thighs. More than anything, he wants to rock his plump cheeks over Jungkook's shaft, until he's shaking to rip off every bit of red satin and lace from his skin. Jimin pleas in a cracked voice. "Will you make me cry, Kookie?"

"How can you say it so sweetly, as if you aren't crying already..." Jungkook admires the disheveled man before him, lips swollen and messy with smeared makeup. The loose bands of the bralette hang down Jimin's small biceps, adding to the vision in the photographer's mind. "You know how I love it when you beg like this." The younger's strained voice breaks into a low, needy growl when aggression fuels his sadistic desires to go further. Jimin knows this is just one of his ways to show his affection, this is how he's always been, and will continue to always be. Jungkook's greedy hands knead at the flesh of Jimin's ass, nails scraping the fabrics of the lingerie, tugging so harshly that it struggles to not break in his grasp. He spreads the model's ass, keeping the lingerie in the way of his tight entrance as his rigid length rubs against it.

"I don't want you to cry..." Jungkook presses Jimin's ass down, rubbing his cock between the soft cheeks of the model's ass. He looks at his face, never wavering the intense eye contact he initiates while one hand withdraws from it's hold to scavenge the floor next to him, grabbing the opened lipstick. He leans forward, one arm snaking around Jimin's small waist to keep him in place, thick length snugly pressed beneath the blonde's weight while the other hand resumes to add another layer of lipstick, fixing the mess without cleaning up what's been smeared. "I want you to scream so loud that you cannot make a single sound," He smiles, pressing the lipstick harder against his lips, adding a second layer, watching the product crumble a little. "I want you to choke on your own cries, because you can't think of anything else but me."

One last swipe, and Jungkook moves on to draw a little heart in the middle of Jimin's chest, filling it in meticulously. His tongue pokes the inside of his cheek in focus, before he finishes and looks back up at the elder. "Now..." He sighs, feeling the painful aching when his cock throbs against the damp lingerie separating himself from being inside of Jimin. He nudges his chin in the direction behind him towards the armchair. "Get up."

The soft pink curve of Jungkook’s lips tempts Jimin to lean in and sully his fair skin with the clumpy lipstick. But he refrains, because he trusts the vision of his photographer—always. He looks like sin—dressed as an upscale whore, made a hot mess by the various layers of makeup applied between spit-slicked kisses and mouth fucking. He would have never chosen this look for himself, and that’s part of the thrill. It’s fresh and exciting, knowing only he can fulfill this erotic vision; being the only muse fit for the occasion, or any other.

“Yes, sir.” Jimin stands to his feet, a little wobbly as he adjusts to the height of the heels. The chair feels miles away the farther the small model steps away from his partner. Yet, the mystery of what could come next makes his heart thunder in his chest. He rubs his lips together to smooth the luxe lipstick, rubbing beyond his natural lines to make his pillowy plush pout look even fuller. Jimin sits on the chair, prim and proper with his legs crossed, pointing the tip of a slim heel in Jungkook’s direction.

“How would you like me?” He asks innocently in a sweet tone, as if he isn’t dressed in women’s lingerie, practically dripping with precum, hard cock straining against the lace.

“Like that, just like that...'' Jungkook stares up from his position on the floor, crawling forward on all fours like a predator slowly approaching it's prey. A new spark of various emotions swirl in his gaze, ranging from admiration and affection-- drowning in the crazed hunger that seeps through his blown out pupils. Having the Park Jimin looking like a hot mess made his cock stir painfully as he tucked himself back in his underwear, leaving the pants undone. It wasn't his turn yet, and as they both know-- the reward of patience will be immensely satisfying.

"Can you imagine if anybody else saw you like this? Every media source would explode, the internet would be on fire." Jungkook sighs dreamily from the mere thought of it. What makes it so good, is the fact that he remains the only person... Well, out of two, in the world to see the famous model and designer turn into a submissive plaything. "You'd lose everything... And for what? To please me?" Jungkook shakes his head, chuckling in a mocking manner as if it's unbelievable that Jimin would go such daring lengths of risking everything, time and time again, just to keep Jeon Jungkook happy.

Just to be his whore.

"And that is why I love you... You know exactly how I like you." The photographer says softly. His gaze drinks up the view above him, from Jimin's messy pout, down his clammy, heaving chest, to his crossed thighs hiding the pretty little cock that is most definitely screaming for relief.

"A needy whore. A compliant whore." Jungkook murmurs to himself when his gaze finds the heel pointing at him. His hands greedily reach out to grab Jimin's delicate ankle, kissing and biting at the stockings covering his soft skin. His free hand grabs the shoe, slowly sliding it off to place it on the floor with unexpected care. He looks up at the blonde again, his dark stare softening at the small gasps continuously pushing past Jimin's swollen lips. Kook kisses travel further down, his own breaths becoming heavy and shaky at how feminine Jimin's small foot looks, covered with the see through fabrics, holding it in his hand like it's the most precious thing he's ever seen.

"A doll." He smiles, closing his eyes when he indulges, flattening his tongue to lick a long, slow, stripe from Jimin's heel to his toe.

“S-shit...” The wet pink muscle tickles Jimin’s sensitive arch, but the pressure of it makes it more enjoyable than he anticipated. Every square inch of his body has been worshipped, marked, pleasured, pained, and all the rest of it—every sensation imaginable, Jungkook has inflicted it with purpose. Even as he pleases his own carnal impulses, he dangles new kinks in the model’s face, tempting him to grasp them tight.

“What are you—“ He knew the second he slipped on those tantalizing stilettos that there was a greater plan in store. The dagger-sharp, pointed heels could easily be used as weapons. After a year with Jungkook, he’s learned how much weaponry and danger makes the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Jimin moans delicately.

“Do you like my feet, puppy?” The glide of Jungkook’s tongue can be felt through the sheer fabric, seeping the moisture of his spit down to the skin. “Want to taste more?” Sitting on his makeshift throne makes him feel power and strength. He’s well aware that in a heartbeat he can be rag-dolled in any position the younger man desires, but he’s placed in a position of command with his partner at his feet. So he lifts his other foot off the floor and places the sharp point of his shoe onto Jungkook’s thigh, digging it into the muscle just a bit. “Tear the stockings, please.” Jimin’s voice shakes. “R-ruin them. Take it off, with your teeth.”

Jungkook's grasp around Jimin's ankle tightens when he feels the pointy heel dig into his thigh, drawing a low moan from deep within his chest. He gazes up at Jimin through his dark lashes, crooking an eyebrow.

"What was that?" his wicked smile is hiding behind Jimin's foot, which he kisses the sole of between his words. "I thought I heard the doll speak, I must be mad..." Jungkook purposely put Jimin in this position, knowing exactly how it'd make him feel to see the photographer on his knees. The bratty side to the model always knew how to spur-- or in this case, literally step on his nerves to get what he wants. It all serves to the buildup of a bigger purpose; the more riled up Jungkook becomes, the harder Jimin gets fucked. And he knows it too well. Just how long it'll take before he gets what he wants, is the big question.

He looks up at his hot mess of a lover again, saying nothing as he silently obeys his wish when he bites down on the fabrics, carelessly dragging his teeth against the fair skin as he does so. He pulls back, ripping the expensive material off like a kid that's too excited on Christmas to care about whether the wrapping paper is torn to shreds. He nips at the broken fabrics, slowly sliding it off from his lower leg and down to slip it off his foot, audibly spitting it out from his mouth to lunge back in. His hands withdraw to settle on the other leg, still covered and dressed with the heel that so deliciously stings into his muscular thigh. He strokes it gently, so carefully it must tickle more than anything, while wrapping his plush, lipstick stained lips around Jimin's toe, sucking and tonguing it shamelessly with low hums in satisfaction and hot breaths through his nose.

It is overwhelming to even think about the erotic visuals he's capturing on camera, so much that his cheeks flush with heat, and his thick bulge twitches with every little stroke of his tongue that snakes around and in-between the model's petite toes.

"Gah--fucking...shit--ah!" Jimin chokes on a whine as his first digit slips into Jungkook's hot mouth. Each delicate nerve ending sparks to life and ripples tingly pleasurable goosebumps up his legs. He clamps his thighs shut and adjusts the heel, scraping into the fabric of his pants, testing the limit of Jungkook's flesh. Mind over matter, the small male wriggles his butt in his seat, internally battling the conflicting tickly sensations vs his overbearing arousal. With just a single toe suckled between his favorite pair of messy lips, his mind numbs and his limbs tense to claw for leverage. Feeling this, and seeing it happen--admiring the way Jungkook's long lashes close gently as he indulges in the moment. Jimin grips the chair arms in both hands and tears his sharp nails into the upholstery. Jimin mewls, straining to keep quiet, allowing his partner to focus on his indulgence.

“Mm--ah, ah, god..." He closes his eyes and simply feels the movement of the wet muscle, licking between his toes, around them, sucking them into his mouth, until they're glistening in his saliva. "M-more--more..." he whispers, slapping a hand over his begging lips. He broke the stocking, slid it off of him with his teeth without any regard to the price or quality of the fabric. No moment of hesitation to argue against the command or counter with something more enjoyable for both of them. Spoiled, is the word Jimin thinks of...he's pampered in this position, given exactly what he needs, like a prized porcelain doll.

"M-mooore," he whines from behind his hand, biting hard into the soft skin between his pointer finger and thumb, muffling the garbled sounds and using pressure to distract. His eyes seek the recording camera before letting a tear slide down his ruddy cheek, swiping his small tongue over his rouge pout and swallowing hard. "Baby, f-feels--mmf...so good. Looks so pretty..."

With a wet pop, Jungkook withdraws his lips from Jimin's cleaned up toes. His eyes open slowly as he does so, looking up at the overwhelmed man above, shaking with his arousal and inner battle to stay still and receiving the reward. Who the reward is for remains a mystery.

"So greedy... Didn't know you loved having your filthy toes sucked so much." He hums, glancing down at the wet patch of precum staining his underwear, a clear result of just how much he enjoys it as well. "What else do you want?"

Jungkook doesn't look at Jimin while asking, but keeps his attention on the slender legs in front of him. He grabs the model's ankle, uncrossing his legs to spread them wide, scuffing closer between to where he can access and lean his cheek against Jimin's inner thigh, so close but so far away from the aching, pretty cock that's barely covered by the soft lace.

"You're really digging that heel into my leg, baby... Ouch..." He sighs, feeling his length throb with every movement that twists the heel into his flesh. He purposely chose sharp heels, feeling his mixture of bad temper, impatience and lust fill him with every hot breath pushing past his lips. He snakes a hand down between his legs, slipping past the waistband of his boxers to squeeze his cock tightly, staring up at Jimin with doe puppy eyes, rubbing his cheek against the clammy skin of the blonde's thigh. "It hurts, hmm.. Ah.." He closes his eyes again, kissing the skin softly, seemingly gentle-- until his lips curl into a small smile, parting his teeth only to bite down on Jimin's flesh, leaving a possessive mark behind.

Jimin's nails tear away from the upholstery and grasp Jungkook by the roots.

"Sss--ow, fuuck." The fresh mark lays very close to the tattoo on his thigh, still brilliantly colorful with dark shading, like he got it weeks prior. A bruise begins to bloom between the embedded dips where Jungkook's teeth sunk in. It's hot and tender and ignites the rest of his skin to an even coat of blush. Without noticing, Jimin drags his heel down gradually, brought to attention when it clacks onto the floor in front of Jungkook's knelt frame...Tempting…

"Oh, baby. It hurts, huh?" Jimin coos as his fingers naturally soothe the sensitive skin of his lover's scalp. He notices a new hole in Jungkook's pants where his heel punctured through, straight down to the skin. On the fine tip of the heel is a subtle patch of blood where he scraped a little too roughly. "Poor puppy..."

It's a rare occasion to have the photographer in such a submissive state, but he seems to enjoy it more and more once Jimin inflicts a little pain. So that's exactly what the model does, to give back the pleasure and revel in the pristine imagery of his lover on bent knees to please. "Lick it," Jimin says in a quiet voice, bringing his heel to his partner's lips. He clears his throat and states it again, louder and with confidence, wrapping his other leg over Jungkook's shoulder and pulling him closer to the sharp point. "Just like you did my toes, clean this pretty heel."

"Mm? That's what you want..." Jungkook squeezes his cock tighter, blocking the blood flow until he feels his pulse thunder through the swollen tip. He tilts his head to the side slightly, giving Jimin a good view of the way he leans in and opens his mouth wide. His tongue snakes around the sharp heel, scooping up the droplet of his own blood to coat his wet muscle in a thin layer of red. His raised eyebrows serve as a silent question of whether or not he is doing it right... And by the way Jimin's big eyes are quivering as they meet his own, he's more than certain of the answer.

Jungkook hums lowly, a deep moan caught in his throat when he tugs the waistband down to set his cock free from hiding once more, openly massaging his slick length to the way he keeps licking the heel, from the sharpness to the sole, a flattened tongue dragging up like a dog lapping up their favorite meal.

"That's g-good...so good." Any mortal man would go cross eyed from the sinful sight. Jimin is made tougher than most, strong from being with Jungkook, but he's easily bent and broken from the simplest sights. Anything from the younger man melts the model's mind to horny mush--trying on a new pair of Versace shades, or hitting a high score on Overwatch, or sloppily sipping a bananamilk until the container runs dry. This visual, however...is quite complex. The blonde sweats lightly, swallowing tight and combing his fingers through Jungkook's shaggy raven locks, getting lost in the action. He isn't even directly touched, and yet, he feels electric shock waves of pleasure from simply watching Jungkook thumb over his dripping cock head and lap the razor sharp edge of his stiletto.

"Keep touching yourself," he whimpers, gaze hungrily following the younger man's slippery pink tongue slide over the last unsullied strip of heel. "A-and...gah...don't cum." Jimin wrenches his eyes shut and moves his other hand down to touch himself too. His hand grips his needy length tight through the sheer fabric and he bucks upward to chase the friction. In the process, he jolts the heel between his love's lips and gives the plump bottom pout a swift cut. "Shit, puppy, I-I'm..."

Jungkook grunts, flinching slightly from the unexpected. He looks down, seeing as blood drips from his lip to the floor into a growing puddle, deep enough to give a burning sensation in his delicate skin. Deep enough to fuel his various emotions..

"You got too greedy." He mumbles, not bothering to wipe it off as it creates a red string of liquid running down his chin when he looks up at Jimin. His doe eyes fade into the familiar dark stare that the model knows too well. Jungkook could only hold his faux submission for so long, his generosity for the night of giving Jimin the sense of power running out quickly.

"But you just can't control yourself, can you?" Jungkook gets up on his feet, placing his hands on the armrests while towering close over Jimin, face inches away from the mess of a man. "What am I gonna do with such a slut... Getting so excited you can't even sit still in a fuckin' chair." He hisses, swiping up the blood on his lip with his tongue, mixing it with his spit. He grabs Jimin's jaw tightly, forcing his mouth open, tilting his little head back while he hovers over him. "Guess you'll just have to reap what you sow, little whore." He murmurs against Jimin's lips before he parts his own, letting the bloody mixture of his saliva drip into Jimin's lips, seeping into his mouth. He keeps a tight grip on the model, not letting him move or reject the offer the photographer gives him. Kook shimmies out of his pants while he does so, slowly climbing on top to straddle Jimin's lap, caging his small frame onto the chair.

The model nods rapidly, brushing the bloody mixture between their painted lips.

"I'll take it all." A string of Jungkook's red saliva trails between their parted mouths as Jimin arches up and steals a couple desperate kisses. "Anything you want to do t-to me." Whether he believes his own words or not is a big mystery. When he says anything, he forgets just how unpredictable and harsh his love can be when provoked. But in the moment, it feels right, especially when the heat of Jungkook's bare cock is felt so close to where he wants it most.

Jimin reaches his arms around Jungkook's torso, feels the muscles of his back tense and release while he finds his footing. He breathes in through his nose to smell the gentle cologne and musk of the photographer, and the very faint but nostalgic and calming scent of his shampoo. Jimin flicks out his tongue and tastes the rust that lingers atop the lipstick, closes his teary eyes to center himself before the pain takes hold. Perhaps there will be humiliation, or both, simultaneously.

"Anything, huh..." Jungkook looks at Jimin through mischievous eyes. His cock lays heavy against the model's clammy stomach, twitching at the new idea running through his mind. Normally, this is not something he would desire.. But this is a special occasion, and the action would fit the punishment and sate the unusual urges coaxing him to do what he does next. Jungkook leans in to kiss Jimin, keeping one palm on his lover's messy cheek. Jimin's lipstick moistens up, once again staining the photographer's mouth in their hot kiss-- a distraction from the way his other hand snakes behind him when he lifts his hips up, grabbing the elder's aching cock. He doesn't do much to prepare more than spread the slick precum along Jimin's length before guiding the swollen tip to his ass, stopping when he slowly sinks down on it until just the head slips in, drawing a hot gasp to push past his lips.

"Do not move." Jungkook whispers, kissing down the blonde's jaw to his neck, taking a few deep breaths as he sinks down further until Jimin's entire length is buried inside. Kook stays still for merely seconds, not allowing himself to adjust properly before he heaves himself up halfway, only to fall back down. The sound of his plump ass flattening against Jimin's thighs mixes in with the quiet grunts in pain and pleasure coming from him. It isn't his favorite thing to do-- preferably on the giving end, but that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy feeling Jimin writhe beneath him in various ways. Supposedly, Jungkook remains on the giving end, whether it's his cock or his ass that is the gift.

"Mmh, 's tight... Right?" He settles his hands on Jimin's chest, tilting his head to the side as he sits up straight to watch the man below from his higher view. His hips show less mercy as he gets used to it, finding a slow rhythm, "And your cock isn't even that big..." he shakes his head, feeling the heat on his cheeks in the form of a lustful blush when he finds an angle that brushes his prostate, grinding his ass down to chase that feeling over and over. "Just shows how much of a cockwhore you are for being able to take one as big as mine, ah shit.."

Jimin's sweaty palms clamor over Jungkook's back and move down to grip him hard at the hips. His eyes roll to the back of his head as his small body is engulfed by lean muscle and a hot grip around his cock. "Kookie, you--" This is the last thing he expected to happen--watching helplessly and breathing labored breaths as Jungkook's taut rim rides him rough. The sensation is more than expected, and much more than he remembers. "I can't, baby, it's too...much--fuck--" Nails pierce slicked skin as Jimin thrusts up to chase the hot clenching hole. Each time Jungkook pulls up, he whimpers at the loss and uses his wavering strength to pull him back down with an audible smack. The weight of the photographer is much more than he can bear, but he digs his heel into the ground to hold what little balance he has left, so hard he's sure the pin-point could snap at any moment. "So tight...around my cock...hahhh." Jimin's breaths grow weaker and thinner, gradually winded from the smack, smacking against his reddened thighs. "I--I--" He bites onto Jungkook's arm to hold steady, watching the room wobble in his peripherals. "Might c-cum in--gah!"

"Hah... I t-told you not to move." Jungkook's shaky, strained voice came out as a hiss between breathy gasps every time his ass collided with Jimin's firm thighs. Jimin's series of disobedient actions didn't bother Jungkook as much as they normally would, as this is a special occasion after all-- especially when he willingly put himself in a faux submissive state just to allow Jimin to indulge in a different way for the night. "Now you'll have to deal w-with, iiit-- fuck.." He clenches Jimin's hard cock tight when the latter bites onto his arm, the rush of the pain making him fuck himself rougher on top of the model. "Now you started it, so fuck me harde-er! Don't stop.." Jungkook growls lowly, shamelessly moaning and watching his own cock rub and drool against Jimin's stomach. With one hand firmly on Jimin's chest, the other smoothes up his neck to wrap around it, applying just enough pressure to put his lover in a deeper haze, ensuring that although he's not sure whether or not he's allowed to cum inside, he will have no other choice but to do so-- Jungkook wants him to lose any self control, and fill him up with shame and fear in his eyes of doing something he wasn't permitted to.

The straps of Jimin's bralette slaps off his shoulders once again, the small cups of it sliding around his chest the more his bouncing partner rubs against it. The momentum and chafe of the fabric teases his sensitive buds and makes them stiff, red, and swollen. So he lets the rest of the fabric fall down his body until his chest is bare, dewy with sweat. "Yes--hah ahh...s-sir." His own confirmation tapers to a pathetic whine as his breath weakens. Jungkook's grasp pins him by the neck, into the chair. The only freedom he's granted is the weak thrust of his hips to fuck the younger man from below, which he does to the best of his ability, growing weaker by the second. He won't stop, even if it means he blacks out from exertion, which feels closer than he likes to admit. Jimin pants heavily and digs in his fingertips. "I'll fill up this p-pretty hole." He speaks with delirious lust lacing his tone, just the way he would want to hear it. "Is that what you want, baby? Fuck, you're so t-tight--ahh! Can't wait..."

Jungkook leans in closer, slowing down his harsh thrusts only to replace them with slow, deep grinding. He licks his bloody lower lip, nodding while staring down at Jimin's heavy, zoned out gaze. He's losing it completely, and yet he tries too hard to please and do as told, and it warms the photographer's heart-- and it makes his cock leak profusely with the immense need to cum. So, therefore, he needs Jimin to break so he can finally give back what he's been holding for what feels like hours. "Yeah, fill me up well baby. Cum in me as deep as you possibly fuckin' can." The younger says with his low, lustful tone, still keeping his hold on Jimin's throat without loosening or tightening it. He inches closer to kiss his face, hot breaths huffing to warm his lover's skin with every grunt and moan that leaves his lips when he feels Jimin's hard cock prodding at his prostate with every fluid motion of his hips. "Cum," Jungkook repeats, deliberately clenching down on Jimin's cock, licking his cheek possessively, "Claim me with your filthy cum."

"Anything you want--ah!" Jimin's eyes screw shut as he rocks his thrusts up into Jungkook's wanting hole. "Feel my cock dragging in and out? Feel how n-needy I am to spill every fucking drop inside you?" His mind truly turns to mush, like a fever dream, losing any semblance of here and now. Only indulging in the very millisecond in which his body trembles to feel everything, all at once. "It's all for you, baby." He pontificates his oath with a harsh thrust from below, scraping his nails until the tender flesh of Jungkook's sides, drawing blood in his wake. "Fuck my cock...bounce on i-it...gahh!" The model becomes a shell of himself, as if he's boneless, thrusting his release in labored spurts, into his young love. "Moan for me, Kookie. Tear at this expensive lingerie and tell me I'm the prettiest man that's ever fucked you raw."

Jimin’s sudden and harsh words takes Jungkook by surprise— he expected the elder to fall apart one way of the other when he came inside, but what he didn’t expect was the spark of dominance that laced his voice and transferred to the way he clawed at the youngers skin. “F-fuck, ah— ow, mmhm...” Jungkook bites back his moans, to no avail when his sides are tortured by the models sharp nails, unable to hold back his pathetic whines when he feels his insides become filled with filthy, thick gushes of warm cum. “God, Jimin— J-Jimin, it hurts...” He gasps, letting himself and allowing a glimpse of actual submission to shine through his shivering body. His hands don’t know where to be, so he does as told and grabs the bralette in his fist and tugs, using his strength that’s spurred by pain to rip it off his lovers chest, while the other hand keeps him steady by grasping into the backrest of the chair. “Shit, I didn’t know you could say such things... that’s so hot, baby.” Jungkook huffs when he gathers himself slowly, unmoving while Jimin’s cock pulsates inside of him. He sighs and whines from the painful stretch of taking it without preparation, overestimating himself and yet relishing in the uncomfortable feeling. Jungkook glanced down at his bloody waist when he lifts himself from Jimin’s lap to let the latters length slip out, a splurt of cum seeping out with it. He hums in both delight and disgust, not used to the feeling of being on the receiving end..

“You did well baby.��� Jungkook reaches behind him, catching a generous amount of Jimin’s cum to coat two of his fingers before bringing it to his mouth, licking it clean for the elder to see. The coy mischief returns to his gaze, leaning close to press his swollen length against Jimin’s stomach to let him know playtime’s far from over. “My turn. You good?” He places a kiss on Jimin’s scorching lips. “I can fuck you harder than that. Show you how it’s done..”

The photographer's proposition snaps Jimin back into the moment--eyes wide and dark, needing to feel exactly what he's inadvertently promised. As if the mere mention of fucking his needy hole is enough to make the blonde bend in any which way necessary to prove Jungkook's point. "Prove it," Jimin goads, unaware of the power that laces his tone. "I'm tired of being your porcelain doll...make me your filthy whore." The model wriggles from underneath the photographer until he's free from his caging clutch. Once he's able to maneuver solo, he flips himself over and juts out his plump ass, resting his ruddy cheek against the upholstery of the chair.

“Huh... maybe I spoiled you too much.” Jungkook drinks in the view below, standing up on his feet to properly watch the way Jimin arches his back to offer his body willingly— or rather, demanding his body be used like a disposable toy. A shiver ran down his spine as he replayed Jimin’s words over and over. A challenge, that he knows the model is aware that he can beat without even thinking. He must be so lonely, that the mere thought of having his unused hole filled drives him mad with need, and the temporary dominance got to his head. Kook likes it, the power in Jimin’s voice that is so rare when they’re alone.. but more than present when he is working. It’s like he brought home his persona of professionalism, and now Jungkook would get to corrupt this mask as well.

“I’ll make my pretty doll into the filthiest and prettiest of whores. I’m sure of it.” He murmurs while he reaches behind him to slowly drag his fingers in and out of himself, gathering the remainder of Jimin’s release onto his digits. He spreads his lover's cheek to get a good look of his tight rim, pink and unused like a virgin anew. Kook licks his lip, feeling the hardened texture of the dried cut on the skin. He brings his slicked fingers to Jimin’s ass, giving him little to no warnings before slipping his two digits inside, knuckle deep. “I’m just giving it back. It came from your filthy, whorish body.. but you don’t mind. This is where cum really belongs.” He says, loving the sound of his own voice a bit too much. He loves the way Jimin’s hole clamps down on his fingers as he speaks, and the way his hole becomes wet and slick, coating his fingers more and more with his juices with every in and out drag. He curls the pads of his fingers slightly, finding that one spot that he knows drives Jimin mad— especially if the abuser of it is his hefty cock.

"Mm--g-god. Please, yes." The model looks over his shoulder to provoke Jungkook to give him more. This is just the way it needs to be to provoke--to find that spot again, plumping up his full lips with a whiny pout. "Put my cum where it belongs, please, baby." Jimin presses his hips back to match the thrusts, wrenching his eyes shut to chase the high, feeling even hotter knowing the reason his tender hole is stretched so easily is because of his own cum. He rides Jungkook's fingers, nipping his lip and beckoning him closer with small kisses, placed anywhere he can reach. Through it all, he makes sure his back remains arched so his glistening pink entrance is visible. He knows how his partner salivates at the clear sight of his fingers disappearing and reappearing, hugged by his tightening rim, hearing how needy his butterfly is for his touch. "Finger out every bit and put it inside." The messy tear-streaked blonde spreads his legs wider on the chair, leaving as much room as possible for Jungkook to fit. "T-then fuck me full of more."

"I would've asked you to beg for it, but you're already so good at that.. You really are perfect." Jungkook makes his point with a particularly deep thrust with his double digits, twisting and scissoring to ensure that his lover is comfortably gonna be able to take something much bigger than his mere fingers. "Looks like your cum is the perfect lubricant, just feel how easily I got your pretty ass gaping for cock." Jungkook groans audibly to show how much he likes the view when he withdraws his slick fingers, wiping them clean on Jimin's clothed thigh, staining it with cum. "Can't wait for you to see it how I see it. It's so hot, so cute." He adds, spreading Jimin's cheeks with his thumbs before tugging at his hips, bringing him closer to let his heavy cock rest between, gathering the slick. He slowly drags his length up and down, prodding tastefully at Jimin's eager entrance before finally giving in, sinking the swollen head of his cock inside, followed with a quiet gasp from the photographer.

"Shit, even after all of this, you're still so tight..." Jungkook digs his nails into Jimin's hips, grabbing a fistful of the thong into his hands to tug him down to take more of his length inside, pushing past the thickest part of his girth. He watches the way the elder's pink rim is stretched past it's limit and then some, the sweet pink slowly morphing into a blushed red. "Your body drives me mad, baby. Almost lookin' like a woman with these on." He crumples the material in his hand, tightening the fabrics so that it presses against Jimin's spent cock. He gives an experimental thrust forward, and decides to give little time to adjust before he begins to roll his hips forward, slowly but steadily. He will break his butterfly, and making him cum a second time would be the perfect reward.

Pressure builds rapidly in Jimin's abdomen, causing his muscles to twitch and spasm. His walls clench down on Jungkook as he presses in deep, practically forcing his way in, claiming the space he's worked hard to make. Jimin can still feel the phantom stretch of the photographer's fingers as it's quickly replaced with thick, vascular cock. It's almost painful, which is a new sensation for the willing blonde. He's always made sure to breathe through it all, relax his body and mentally prepare for how rough Jungkook may or may not like it at that moment. It's a roll of the dice, and today, anything is possible.

The tight weave of red lace chafes against the model's fair skin as Jungkook thrusts pick up in pace, threatening to tear if tested enough. As much as Jimin loves the feeling of being as pretty as a girl, he doesn't blink an eye when the remaining heel falls to the floor. "S-slower...just...y-yeah, that's--" Jimin's words break into confused pleas, easing into the scene, calming his body enough to receive his partner, inch by inch. "You feel bigger today, Kookie," he gasps, rubbing his cheek into the upholstery of the chair's back and sullying it with his salty tears. He chokes on a quiet sob and presses his hips back to meet a new thrust, "I almost can't t-take it."

"Fuuuuck, say that again." Jungkook growls through his lustful, breathy words. He snaps his hips forward, rougher and buries his cock deeply to be as close as physically possible to his pretty lover. The photographer adores Jimin's choked words, and rarely does anything beat when he cries in pain due to the mere size of his thick length claiming it's space in the model's slick flesh. "Does it hurt?" He says with a noticeable grin that transfers to the tone of his voice. He grinds his hips forward while staying inside, ensuring the jeweled head of his cock is lodged deep inside, throbbing in excitement every time he feels Jimin clench around him with every audible sob. He drags out the moment, using the blonde to warm his cock properly, still grinding deeply inside. His hands greedily roam up and down Jimin's slender back, tracing his fingers on one of his favorite hidden features of his model-- the prominent, yet delicate line where his spine lies beneath his fair skin, moving prettily with every writhing movement of his torso.

"You know how much I love it when you endure pain for me.." He sighs, smoothing his tattooed hands down his lover's thin waist until they settle on his lower back, pushing down to force a stronger arch. "Feel that baby?" Jungkook licks his lips at the sight, intentionally flexing his cock inside to make a point of how impossibly hard he is, rocking his hips back and forth lightly to create the start of a momentum. "I said," He drags his length out further with every stroke, only to plunge it back in harder and harder, "Do you," And harder, "Feel that?"

"Yes...yes, fuck!" Jimin's cries are cut short by the heady penetration. The jolts burn his cheek against the chair, but not enough to distract from the sting of his abused hole.

Sounds of slapping skin rings in the model's ears--the force of Jungkook's pelvis colliding with his plump ass, deafening. "You--You're so big, I--" Jimin presses his ass back into the next deliberate thrust and swallows a yelp, morphing it into a sharp whine. He's incredibly tender from cumming already, full to burst once again. Only this time, there's more pressure built inside, like every ounce of fluid he could possibly possess is begging to be let free. "You'll make me cum too sooon." Jimin wriggles and writhes, but only for a bit, internally reminding himself to be good. Be a good boy for his Kookie. Stay still. Keep calm. Hands lay flat on the blonde's back, littered with faint marks of possession from months before. They scarred as a reminder, marking Jimin, helping him realize his one true place in life is right where he is in this moment--beneath Jeon Jungkook, moaning, whimpering, begging for pain and receiving adoring love and devotion in return. "More," he echos, softly at first, "Harder, fuck me h-harder..."

"You're whining so prettily, baby." Jungkook praises, getting a proper grip of the model's hips to use the strength in his arms to aid the pathetic attempts of Jimin trying to meet his thrusts. The harsh slapping of their skin coming together grows louder when he picks up the pace, indulging hungrily in the elder's hot, tight, insides over and over with his cock. He wishes so badly that he could stay like this forever and repeatedly claim Jimin's body and make him lose his mind. "Asking for more, when your frail body shakes so... Fuck, it only makes me want to hurt you more." He groans when a particularly rough thrust causes Jimin to clench down, his petite body jolting and his muscles quivering while struggling to stay in position-- trying his absolute best to be good. Jungkook's hunger for more grows, and with it, he fucks Jimin harder, digging his fingers into his slim hips to keep him in place, pulling him back on his cock when he's momentarily jolting forward with every forceful thrust. "Remember what I told you earlier? How I want you to scream so loud you cannot make a sound..." The photographer glances over at the camera, knowing it gets a full proper view of Jimin's face pressing against the chair while he can't see it as well from his perspective. He wonders what kind of expressions he's making right now..

He knows he'll be able to rewatch the content later, but he wants to see more..

Jungkook leans forward a bit, still fucking Jimin, heavy audible breaths of his hard labor pushing past his lips while he reaches around Jimin's small torso, lifting him on his knees. He hugs him close, pressing his muscular chest against Jimin's smaller frame, stomach perfectly melting together with the slender slope of Jimin's back. "Maybe I do prefer it if you scream loudly, though..." He buries his nose in Jimin's neck, kissing and biting his tender skin, one hand on his waist and the other smoothing up his stomach until he settles on his chest. The calloused pads of his fingers finds Jimin's nipple, reddened and sensitive due to the previous friction from the lace, making it real easy for him to find the reactions he's looking for when he pinches it hard between his fingers. His hips never cease to fuck generously, adamant to overwhelm every sense in the elder's pretty body.

With each filthy remark from Jungkook, Jimin yelps pleas of encouragement. The rough pinch simply drags it out of him, quick and loud. "M-more...harder! ...just like tha-aaat, shit..." He doesn't need guidance to say what comes next, meaning it with every short breath in his body-- "I'm a failure," he squeaks, "Cumming inside you so quickly, it's just--ahh!" You just f-felt so tight...and it's been so long, I..." Jimin grasps the hand that balances his flat chest and draws it up to grip tight around his neck, helping to push him over the edge--so close, it's almost alarming. Jimin squeaks, "...I'm gonna cum again. Fuck, I might...I don't know...I..." He loses his train of thought, not that there was much of one to begin with. Sobbing of praise and self depreciation are all his muddled mind can compute when he's fucked this well--now adjusted to his lover's large swollen length. "You fuck me too good...much better than I fucked you, I'm so s-sorr--mmmf--AH!"

Jungkook's pierced tip glides against his prostate, rubbing him raw, making his eyes flutter and skin tingle with the peak of his high. This is new. It's not normal. The gradual sensation he longs to feel is much more urgent, nearly bulging his abdomen to let free. "Wait, wait!" His small hand taps on Jungkook's arm to release him, struggling to pull away. His muscles spasm in a quick alert, and he knows all too well what's about to come next. "It's too much, I'll--" Before Jimin can finish his sentence, hot spurts of urine stream down his thighs and soak the chair he straddles. The second it starts to trickle out of his exhausted body, he can't stop it. Thrust after punishing thrust, spurts are fucked out of his shaking form until he's putty in the younger man's arms, quivering out what must be a form of orgasm. His cock pulses as his prostate continues to be abused, and all he can do is cry and whimper from embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I'm s-sorry--hic. Kookie, I couldn't s-stop--hic"

"Are you embarrassed?" He smiles, "Can't even hold it in when getting fucked." Jungkook peeks over Jimin's shoulder to watch his smaller lover's body quiver and squirm, unable to hold in anything when the younger fucks it out of him without mercy. "Always love to make a mess, do you? Then acts so innocent.." He teases, hugging Jimin closer while he squeezes the blonde's throat tighter, leaning his delicate back against his muscular chest to allow Jimin to feel some leverage. He slows down the grinding of his hips when he's fucked out every single drop possible from the model's cock, just pathetically red and throbbing.

"I still didn't cum..." Jungkook sighs, stopping his movements. He keeps himself buried deep, the grip on Jimin's throat moving to his chin to guide their lips to meet in a messy, drooly kiss. He delicately pulls back to crook an eyebrow, internally beaming with pride at how utterly fucked out Jimin looks. "Move onto your back, lay in your own filth." He suddenly commands, letting go of the elder's weak body to let it fall limp onto the chair, letting his length slip out of his stretched gape. Impatient, he's already aiding him when he notices the light struggle and quivering muscles from oversensitivity-- grabbing his hips to help him to flip on his back.

"Humph." Jimin's hiccups weaken once he's on his back, sinking into the tepid pool of urine that seeps out of the cushion. He stares up at the younger man with saucer eyes--adoring stars swirling in his gaze, slowly coming down from his orgasm. The apples of his cheeks blush an endearing shade of pink, even more as the moisture spreads across his back. It's an ever-present reminder of the mess he made, all over Jungkook's studio chair--the one he sits on to do his work, and the one he reclines in to watch Jimin pose during their private shoots.

"It's wet," the model whines, wriggling to find a comfortable spot on the chair. His nose crinkles at the audible squish the fabric makes when he adjusts his posture, saturated in him, possibly ruined and unusable. His blush dissipates just a bit, because this is the state Jungkook longed to see him in. Perhaps the visual of an alluring male model in feminine lingerie was what intrigued the talented photographer. But, just like the mirrored room, everything must come crashing down until only he can build it back up in just the way he likes.

Jimin loops his arms under his knees and exposes his tender hole to his partner, offering himself as a toy to be played with. "Do you like this, Kookie?" He pulls back a bit more, earning a wet squish from the cushion below. "Seeing your butterfly, like this..."

“Good boy." Jungkook praises, nodding in approval while a long, slow swipe of his tongue coats his lips in the glossy shine of his spit. His predatory stare darkens at the mess he's created-- the vision he's been craving finally coming to life. "I love it, you're perfect." The aching, swell sensation of blood pumping through his body is prominent in his cock as he gives himself a few tempting strokes, placing one knee on the edge of the wet cushion and the other keeping leverage on the floor while caging Jimin's body beneath him. He lines up the thick, jeweled head of his cock with the model's gaping entrance with one hand, placing his other palm on Jimin's thigh to dig his fingers into the soft flesh, aiding him in holding his legs back.

"You've done so well tonight, baby.. There's no better look for you than this.. My spoiled, expensive doll.." Jungkook's dark eyes squint as he smiles softly, a contrast compared to the way he drives his hips forward to bury his cock deep once more, welcomed by the stretched, slick flesh that hugs him tightly in the form of muscle clenches. Even when spent, Jimin does what he can to please. "My messy whore." He quickly builds up the momentum, using the full potential of every silky inch of his rigid length as he drags it in and out, harder and harder, until Jimin's petite body once more begins to jolt upwards with each and every powerful thrust. "S-shit, I love your body, I can't get enough of you like this." Jungkook spits out between grunts, thriving in the wet sounds of his cock plunging into the model, along with the squishes of his small body forcibly rubbing against the wet chair.

The photographer grits his teeth, chest heaving with every shallow breath and muscles flexing to fuck into him harder, harder to release every bit of primal desire to use Jimin to chase his impending high. "G-gonna cum soon," Jungkook's hazy eyes never waver from Jimin's face, watching it distort into his favorite expressions, a mixture of pain and pleasure. "Want me to cover your pretty face with it?"

Jimin doesn't have the power to speak, lost in the trance of Jungkook's cock railing into him at a powerful rate. His aching ring of nerves pulsates with sensitivity, so sore and spent that any words spilling from his rouge bitten lips would be desperate pleas to slow down. Positively not an option. It's their anniversary. Today is a special day--the most monumental day in Jimin's life to date, above any major career move or step in the spotlight. A year ago he may have placed himself before the pleasurable and painful touch of the photographer's hands on his flesh, but that part of himself has been far from erased. Now, in this studio, in their little private world, Jimin naturally folds at the simplest suggestion from the young visionary.

"Cum on my face, baby," he whimpers, holding his knees to his chest for stability. He nods rapidly to confirm, it's exactly what he wants. "Paint your whore--fuck. Cover me in you, I n-need it...all over my skin. Record it, up close. Please, pleasee." His voice squeaks, caught off guard by how badly he truly wants this. More than anything, he knows how beautiful the final scene will look--him, covered in tacky red sinful lace, sticking to his small body with cum, sweat, and spit. Smeared with lipstick. Prettied up and ruined for one man only.

Jimin knows exactly what the photographer wants to hear, and it's obvious by the way Jungkook's eyebrows furrow in concentration, gaze burning into the vision beneath him.

"I love it when you beg like that." Jungkook praises yet again, giving the model another punishing thrust before pulling out, leaving the gaping, needy hole empty for tonight. Normally, he would never pass on an opportunity to stuff Jimin full of his cum-- but tonight, his vision took the top priority over any carnal instincts. He had this vision in mind for forever, and it is finally becoming his reality.

"Look at me." Jungkook commands while taking a step back, tugging at Jimin's bicep to pull his spent body to slide down to the floor on his knees in front of him. He hooks the pad of his finger underneath the blonde's chin, tilting his head back to look up. His other hand works his slick length quickly and roughly, ready to burst at any given moment-- he's held it so well, and he knows he will cover his doll's perfect face with everything he's got. It'll be the ultimate visual of his fantasies; Jimin, the picture perfect man in shambles, ruined makeup and covered in various body fluids willingly, merely to serve and keep the photographer satisfied and happy. Maybe even excited for the rewards that come with compliance. "Pretty... So pretty, and all mine, hahh.." Jungkook hisses through labored breaths, clammy chest heaving as he looks down at Jimin's lips, rubbing the jeweled tip of his cock against them, stroking his cock purposefully to make a show out of the way his tattooed hand effortlessly glides thanks to every little ounce of slick fluids his lover provided. "Keep looking at m-me...fuck, I'm gonna--gah, cum." He moans louder to let Jimin know how much he's enjoying this, and the visual from both their perspectives must be otherworldly. Both men are utterly devoted and obsessed with the other.

Just as Jungkook's hip move to fuck into his hand, they stutter when his orgasm hurls over the edge without much of a warning. A drawn out, deep groan rumbles from the back of his throat, and it feels like his eyes would roll to the back of his head if he didn't intentionally keep himself so focused on watching the way thick, hot ropes of cum began to paint the model's delicate features one by one. His hand squeezes his cock, thighs tensing and relaxing between every twitching throb of his orgasm. He spits curses and praise, moans and whines, not stopping until he's made sure Jimin's skin is an entire mess, glazed with his release.

Silken droplets of pearly cum slip down Jimin's cheek and tickle the pert pout of his lips. Slowly, he licks away what he can, peeking open an eye and giving a longing look of devotion. The salty release tingles on the tip of his tongue, which he savors with a low hum. He doesn't need to ask to know how much the photographer enjoys this sight. He knows that from this angle, he's a masterpiece, commemorating a year of servitude in the most filthy way imaginable. The low glow of the recording camera reminds him of his duty, to show off his final look--a far departure from the stunning, sinful vision he admired in the mirror. Heels are scattered on the floor, stained with a light streak of blood. Stockings are torn ragged, and bralette is askew and hanging loose. With no way of truly knowing, Jimin assumes he must look a complete and utter wreck. Still, remnants of lipstick stain him in misplaced splotches, smearing down his lips and onto his chin. The ruddy makeup appears to be even brighter and remarkable under the luminous sheen of cum that slips off his chiseled jaw. Jimin lifts to his knees and palms at Jungkook's thighs to draw him closer. "Come here."

Jungkook mindlessly follows Jimin's quiet order, stepping closer before dropping to his knees in front of him, meeting his hazy eyes on face level. He can't do anything but admire his work as if in a blurry trance, and the boiling adoration in his gaze is evident.

"I'm here, baby." He says quietly, glancing over at the camera. He had gotten his shot, the visuals of everything he'd been hungering for now captured in an eternal digital memory. A sense of pride and content fills his chest as he looks back at Jimin, reaching out to swipe his thumbs underneath his makeup smeared eyes. He takes another longing moment to just look, slowly inching closer until he finds the model's pillowy lips with his own. He kisses him gently once, twice before pulling back.

"You did amazing. I got the perfect shot, and you looked so gorgeous." He rubs Jimin's bruised neck slowly, examining the purple and red marks, "Did you enjoy it a lot? I had this planned for a while.. And it came out even better than I anticipated.."

The blonde closes the distance again to kiss Jungkook tenderly. A shaky hand cups the photographer's face while the other mindlessly holds him at the waist for balance. The room shifts subtly, and Jimin breathes into the motion, tilting his head to follow the natural part of their mouths moving as one.

"Mhm," he hums again, indulging in the comfort and warmth of Jungkook's touch. He needs it after, always, to feel like a precious doll again. Like clockwork, they come together into a slow comedown, feeling their united heartbeat as the tips of their fingers brush against damp skin. "Happy anniversary," Jimin smiles into a sweet and short kiss. The tentative hold on his neck draws the model in more and he allows the younger man to indulge in his creation. He allows it until the warm ropes of cum begin to tack to the round apples of his cheeks, and the slight discomfort of his muscles begin to set in.

"So sticky and wet now, Kookie. Just how you like," Jimin smirks, pleased he could once again fulfill his love's vision. "I may need some help getting out of this though." Jimin hints at the soaked, ruined lingerie that still clings to his torso.

"I'm so happy. Thank you for taking me so well, baby." Jungkook places one last rewarding kiss on Jimin's sticky cheek before he gets up on his feet, bringing his lover up with him to lift him up into his strong arms. He holds him close, walking over to the camera to turn the recording off and heads towards the bathroom. "Let's get you cleaned up and ready for bed, I have another surprise for you." He smiles through his statement, placing Jimin on the toilet seat to wait while he draws a hot bath. He turns to Jimin, reaching behind his torso to unclasp the bralette and discard it on the floor, then resumes to tug at the panties to get them off. Every action of his is tender now, the aftercare more than important to ensure that Jimin is properly rewarded for doing so well and taking every rougher part of him-- so he deserves the affection as well. "Come." He coaxes lowly, undressing properly as well until the tub is filled, and takes Jimin's hand in his to guide him into the water, seating them with Jimin's small frame practically in his lap. A soft sigh pushes past his lips from the relaxing warmth surrounding them. "Wash your face off first, don't want your eyes to get irritated."

Jimin cups the warm bathwater in his hands and stares at the faint shadow of his face cast over it. He pauses a moment, adjusting to the comfort of being supported from behind--feeling small and cared for, then brings the water up to cleanse. The warmth soothes over his soft skin, and after only one splash, he can feel the layers of grime shluff off. His palms tinge a faint red. Lipstick rubs away, followed by other various bodily fluids, some of which need a couple passes before it is completely removed. The work to remove it only makes Jimin appreciate the work Jungkook put into planning such an unexpected night.

"I never get tired of this," Jimin coos, bring another palmful of water up to wash over his face, "Taking baths together...it's one of my favorite things." Baths--such a normal and almost childlike experience. It's something that brings the small model pleasant ripples of nostalgia, like it was only yesterday they first shared the simple experience of cleaning one another. It's centering, to wash away the filth of the day and watch it slide down the drain until it's gone completely. Jimin reclines into the tender embrace of his love and allows him to rub soapy water over his body, moaning gently the cleaner he feels.

"One year," the blonde sighs, closing his eyes, "What would I have done if I never met you?" He tilts his neck to get a good look at the younger man. "Life would be so...boring."

"Indeed." Jungkook agrees, the toothy grin on his face just as childish and endearing as when they first met eye to eye in his studio. He looks back at Jimin with just as much-- if not more admiration swirling in his doe eyes. He cranes his neck to kiss the elder's forehead, gentle hands smoothing over his petite body to rub off tonight's events. "But it was fate." He adds, hands moving up to comb his fingers through the blonde curls after adding his familiar shampoo into his palms, massaging his tender scalp with the comfort of his scent.

"Sooner or later, we would've found each other." A moment of silence follows, all that is heard is Jungkook cleaning Jimin's hair while the latter basks in the aftercare.. until he speaks again. Whether Jimin heard it or not, remains a mystery.

"I would've made sure of it."

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[lynihana]

━━ DAISIES ఌ︎

━━ contains. mentions of miscarriage, abortion, angst.

━━ an. have some badly written angst that's part of my upcoming flower event lol.

❛ ━━･❪MITSUYA TAKASHI ❫ ･━━ ❜

“takashi... i'm s..sorry...” as you choked out a sob while fisting the hospital blanket “i'm sorry takashi....because of me we lost our little blessing..” your hands went to your stomach, clenching it while crying and sobbing saying sorry over and over to mitsuya while he just sat there still not processing what the doctor just told him earlier.

mitsuya held back a sobs for you “it's okay y/n.... it isn't your fault, alright?. so please don't cry... we might have lost our little miracle but it's alright, okay?. I still have you, you're my most precious miracle.” as mitsuya put both of his hands on your cheeks wiping away all your tears with his thumbs, wiping them softly “I hate seeing you hurt and crying.” he said as while smiling at you– trying to lift up your mood and comforting you “I know mitsuya but... If I weren't so reckless.... maybe our baby would still be here..” you cried again and mitsuya finally let out his tears, tears flowing down on each of your face like rivers. he remembers how much excited and joyful he was when he first heard you were pregnant.

“hey... is everything alright?, you've been looking more and more anxious as the day pas by...” mitsuya asked you with a worried tone while his face shows concern “a-ah! nothing's wrong takashi!” you replied to him as you let out a forced chuckle while sweating bullets “I know you y/n... we've been together for so long so I know when there's something up with you or if you're worried over something.... So please do tell me if something is bothering you.” mitsuya said

‘he really know me so well huh?... I guess there's no escaping it since he's bound to find out anyway...’ you gulped “w...well takashi... you know how we erm.... slept together when we were drunk right??..” you said anxiously “uh huh, why? what's wrong? did we I hurt you in anyway when we were doing it?” he said worried that he might have accidentally hurt you while making love with you “N-no! you didn't hurt me, it was just uhm...” you inhaled and exhaled deeply while he just looked at you with concerned eyes “I'm pregnant.” you finally did it. you told him what you've been trying to hide for this past 2 months while mitsuya just stood there like a statue.

he knows it... well technically have some suspicious that you're pregnant since your tummy started swelling and having a weird taste for foods. you looked at mitsuya's expression worried “takashi...please give the baby a chance... i-i'm sure it won't be that much hard to take care of! and I promise I'll make sure the baby would stay away from you-” you were suddenly cutted off by him “we're gonna keep it y/n.” he chuckled at you while you just stood there “e-eh?” mitsuya smiled at your reaction “did my reaction scared you that much??” mitsuya teased you “well of course it did! what kind of reaction was that?,I thought you want me to have a abortion...” you scolded him “well I don't want you to, alright? I've been wanting to start a family with someone as amazing as you! and I bet our baby Is gonna be amazing too! Not to mention that they're gonna be so drop dead gorgeous like you!” he said proudly with sparkles around him and you looked at him with adore and an awe look at your eyes because he's just so cute at this moment and you're currently thanking god for giving mitsuya to someone like you.

“taka-chan.... you seem more joyful than usual today... did something happen?” hakkai asked the purple-nette, this wasn't the first time since he were like this when the both of you got married, you truly did make mitsuya more happy and positive after marrying him and he's thankful for that.

“hm?, oh well it's just that y/n told me she's pregnant yesterday! can't you believe it hakkai?! I'm gonna be a dad!” mitsuya said with a bright and wide smile present on his face while hakkai just fell off his chair with a thud, shocked by the sudden news “eh?!!??! Really taka-chan??!!!” he said with a excited tone since he's gonna be a uncle! and mitsuya just nodded at him happily.

hakkai quickly asked questions and telling mitsuya his future plans with his soon-to-be-born nephew, while mitsuya proudly listen to him and boasting about you and his baby to hakkai. Both of them having a flowery and sparkly aura around them.

mitsuya can't wait to tell the others! He's sure they're gonna love this news!

mitsuya quickly rushed out of his office when he heard that you got into a accident, worried that something bad might happen to you and his little miracle.

He decided to just ride his motorcycle and sped up to the hospital, when he finally got there he saw a doctor and a nurse that came out of the operating room where you're currently in “Doctor!” he ran towards the doctor, sweating. the doctor looked at him and figuring out that the man Infront of him must be your husband “yes sir? What is it?...” the doctor asked mitsuya with a sad tone “how's my wife?! is she ok?! a-and what about our baby?!!” mitsuya asked while panicking and the doctor just looked at him with a sad and pitying glance and mitsuya knew he was about to hear the most upsetting news he's about to hear “we're sorry, we did everything we can to save your baby but the baby died on the way here in the hospital...” mitsuya's hands shake at what he just heard and his eyes widened “what about my wife??!! please tell me she's ok!!” he shouted, asking how you are because if he lose you then he's sure he'll go insane. his hands quickly went to the doctor's should; gripping it while looking at the doctor with widened eyes and panicked face “Please tell me she's ok!!” the doctor calmly look at mitsuya while nodding at him “your wife is okay... we managed to save her.” the doctor calmly told mitsuya

mitsuya heaved out a heavy sigh “but please calm down.” the doctor told mitsuya and he nodded, trying to compose his posture. this was the rare moments where he lose his calm composure. “please let me in, let me see my wife” he demanded to the doctor “You can see her, after we're done moving her to a comfortable room but while you're waiting please take a sit and we'll make sure to inform you after we're done moving her.” the doctor told mitsuya and mitsuya decided to sit in one of the hospital sits, nodding his head towards the doctor.

even though he lost his and your little miracle.... He's glad you're fine..

The both of you continued to cry for the loss of your baby. mitsuya have cradled you into his arms earlier while you buried your head in his neck sobbing and crying as snot began to come out of your nose but you didn't care and so did mitsuya. he gently caressed your body while whispering comforting words into your ears and telling you it's fine and he's sure that the baby you have lost is in a better place now and he'll make it up to you, after all the both of you can try again.

as mitsuya cried while whispering comforting words to your ears, he remembered that he bought you a bouquet of daisies “hey love... I bought you a little something earlier....” you let out a small “what is it?” while continuing to sob and hiccup. mitsuya grabbed the bouquet of daisies that was residing in a chair “I bought you some daisies earlier.... here” you looked at the daisies in his hands, daisies are your favorite and you think that they look pretty, you grabbed the bouquet in mitsuya's hands and cradled it, saying thanks to him.

the both of you cried in each other's arms, grieving over your baby's death while cradling the bouquet of daisies in your arms, cradling it like it's the baby you just lost.

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