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missgeniality · 3 years ago

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Head Over Feels (m)

➺ Banner: She always saves me, this gurl, @kithtaehyung 💛

➺ Pairing: Taehyung x Female Reader

➺ Trope: Established Relationship, Non-Idol!AU

➺ Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst(?)

➺ Rating: +18

➺ Word Count: 2.7k

➺ Summary: After-party Taehyung has some feelings to convey.

➺ Warnings: some jealously, kissing, spanking, fingering (female), unprotected sex, tame shtuff!

➺ Author’s Note: This is for my closest friend on here, @taegularities. Many many many happy returns of the day 💛 I know I'm not the best at spontaneous writing so this will be lacking, but I hope you can still enjoy this <3 From discussing real life issues to exchanging moles, you've been with me for the past 8-9 months, helping me every step of the way, and you deserve all the good in the world. I lub yew very much my dumb kitty cat <3

This is unedited, so please excuse any mistakes, I will come back and fix them soon! Please let me know what you think <3

ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ | ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

“Are you mad?”

“Of course not babe.”

“Are you sure you’re not mad?”

“Yeah yeah.”

“Babe just tell me you’re mad.”

Taehyung sighs. “For the last time Y/N, I’m really not mad, you’ve asked me this all the way.”

“Because you look mad! Listen,” you’re trying to pacify him as you remove your accessories, “Jungkook is always flirtatious like that, okay? I couldn’t be rude to him, it’s his party!”

“And I never asked you to. Relax,” Taehyung walks into the bathroom without sparing you a second glance, but you hear his muffled voice complete the sentence, “I know what he’s like. It’s all good.”

You didn’t broach the topic any further.

“Okay fine, I am mad.”

Yes!The growling bear pretending to sleep beside you finally opens his heart, and you turn around and pounce on him. Wrapping him up in your tight embrace, you slowly adorn his naked torso with small, soft kisses.

“Why did you have to inject poison in the air for so long? Could have just told me what I already knew.”

Taehyung stares at the ceiling instead of connecting eyes with you, because what you said is the whole truth. He can’t hide his feelings too well, but his ego writes cheques that his manner can’t cash.

“Look at me,” you urge him, and he finally turns to you.

Even in the slight shine of the night lamp, his eyes glow, the mole under his monolid eye almost under a spotlight. His slightly long hair sweeps over the pillow, a pillow that you will hug dearly when he’s away for work, for it will smell of his sweet scent. His lips are slightly pouty, as though offended by your easy read on him. You move ahead to wipe the pout away, and he allows you.

Slowly, your lips find their rhythm against his, sliding with each other and making you giddy with love. Taehyung seems to be melting, because he slips his hand around your waist, and now the blockade of dense air that separated the two of you has melted, giving you unrestricted access to each other.

The tip of your tongue lightly caresses his lower lip, and you can feel him wrap his leg around you and pull you into him, parting his lips at the same time to let you deepen the kiss. It never gets rough, Taehyung’s tongue mingling with your own, each one of you finding your own way to go deeper. Your fingers sketch circles on the back of his neck, and you can just about feel the hair rising on the site. After a few seconds of you kissing his worries away, you pull back.

“Still mad?” You softly tap his nose, and he blinks wide-eyed, before going back to his smiley disposition that you had left him with after the kiss.

“No… Maybe.”

You look in question. “Maybe?”

“He just,” Taehyung sighs, “he rubbed me the wrong way, that’s all.”

“And you thought he would rub me the right way? Sorry,” you’re already regretting the words that left your foolhardy mouth, “this was terrible timing for that terrible joke.”

“It really was.”

“What did he actually do? I don’t even remember anything to upset you like this,” you giggle, completely ignoring what is festering inside your partner, “you’ve met worse assholes. Why are you so bothered by only Jungkook?”

The time it takes for Taehyung to move from your side, looking innocent and slightly grumpy, to jumping atop you with a sinister expression – unreal speeds.

“Don’t. Take. His name.”

He is not playing. One look in his blazing eyes and you can tell, Taehyung is genuinely furious.

Leaning down, he whispers into your ear, “I trust you, you know that right?”

One finger is hooking under the strap of your night dress, slowly pulling it down. He pauses midway to hear your answer, because in the heat of the happenings, your senses are lost. You give him a small nod, and he continues undressing you.

Moving to the other side, he hums, “And you know there’s nothing you could’ve done, right?”

“I, I do.”

“I’m just,” he breathes out over your naked torso, and you don’t know whether it's from the exasperation of the day or the sight of your undressed body, “I’m just dying to get his neck in my palm, and to just wring it.”

An ungainly snort from you shakes the bedding, and Taehyung looks up at you from the valley of your cleavage and gives up the most unassuming smile.

“And while you didn’t do anything wrong,” Something he does instantly, grabbing you by your hips and flipping you over, knocking the breath out of your chest, “that does not mean I have to play nice.”

“Taehyung, babe, come on–”

You can’t complete whatever that sentence was, because with one clean swoop your dress is away, and your now nude self feels the chill in the air, slightly numbing your senses. The chill is either from the outside weather slithering in, or from the frigid mood that Taehyung decided to set.

“You keep telling me its harmless banter,” Taehyung’s large, slender fingers grab the underside of your ass checks, spreading them apart, “I bet you thought I was being harmless when we met at that party, huh?”

Warmth blooms in your cheeks thinking of that night despite the shivers in your bones, and you shift your face in the pillow to respond.

“Your eyes are never harmless,” you softly reply.

The man does not respond, and when you gracelessly turn to prod for an answer, your muscles give out before completing the action – because Taehyung’s palm moves from gripping your glutes to placing a whip-like smack on your ass, the force of it jiggling your flesh for a good second. You suck in a breath between your teeth, the shooting pain working like an antidote to the coils of stress you were carrying all night.

“Babe…” you can barely whisper right, and that is truly the effect that Taehyung unleashes on you.

Smack!

You hiss again, ass rising in response to the spank, and Taehyung’s arms mould you to the position he wants you in, on your arms and knees; the next one hits you right in the center.

“Sshii– fuck,” your train of thought is just a melding of curses as he rains down two in succession, and when he takes a break, the only noises in the room are your heavy breathing, and his.

“Spread your legs for me love,” Taehyung simply utters, and you’re already too turned-on to question anything.

Even with your shut eyes, your years of togetherness can tell you where Taehyung moves just from the dip in bed. Today though, his movements aren’t the same. It is never like this, and you want to revisit the night to understand his mood.

But very soon you decide to slate that for another time, because you finally get to know what Taehyung’s plan is. In the form of his tongue licking the smarting skin on your back.

“You really,” Taehyung starts between kisses, “couldn’t see through his rushe,” the last word is slurred because his tongue took over. But he solidly pauses, to complete his statement. “Couldn’t see him undressing you with his stare, couldn’t tell his lewd attempts to get closer,” his fingertips dancing around your dewy core, “couldn’t even feel the crude smirks when he made you laugh,” he finishes with one more long lick across your tingling cheek.

Your cunt throbs hard when you feel the wetness soothe the irate flesh, begging to feel it against your own core. But he takes his time, alternating between soft kisses and swift swipes, and after what feels like an eternity, he gently pushes one finger in your slit – that one alone reaches places you can’t possibly dream to reach with your own lacking digits.

“I’m–I–I didn–”

“Yeah, yeah you didn’t.” Taehyung’s ability to modulate the depth of his voice is something you have enjoyed a lot in the past. But at this moment, he seems to be speaking from the base of his throat, the gravelly, throaty insinuations lighting your libido up, soon to be an uncontainable inferno. All because of him.

At his own, deathly slow pace, he pushes a second finger inside, and you groan against your forearm, your skeleton begging to stop holding your form up, but you persist – because something tells you a move out of place will be far more regretful.

Your walls can feel the cool metal ridges of his ring, and with every move in he curls his fingers perfectly, leaving you short-winded and craving for more. “You really believe he had innocent ideas when he pulled you away from the group? You think I didn’t see when he guided you across the room with his stupid tattoed arm around your waist? You think that was necessary, Y/N?”

“No, no ba–babe,” you breath is ragged, because your body is entirely uncoordinated, “listen, I really need more–”

“Shut up. My princess here needs to open her eyes more,” he continues nonchalantly, not a word out of pitch even though his fingers are working their magic to wind you up, “doesn't she? She reads my eyes like a child's book, but can't read a stranger's actions. Tsk, so plain in sight. " His digits curl inward and you see stars, no, entire planets looming over you, readying themselves to crash into you any moment now.

You muffle your scream by biting your pillow, but it hardly helps, because Taehyung clearly loves to hear you struggle.

"P–please, he’s just some gu–babe… I nee–oh I need–"

"You need what," he spat out with such force, the same force with which he took away his fingers, ending his session of toying with you. You have real tears, left hanging on the precipice of an orgasm, and before you can grab your bearings, you are flipped and Taehyung takes his place back on top of you.

"You need that fucking dick?" A wave of goosebumps dress your body when you see the sin written on his face, as he practically roars his anger on your face. "What do you want babe, do you want him here? I'm my place? Playing with your-"

Before he completes that dastardly sentence, you place the full stop the best way known to man. You raise your torso and kiss him, hard, almost knocking your foreheads together with the forward force. Unlike the previous moment with your intertwined lips, this exchange has more fight, more friction, way more heat – when your fingers intertwine with his, you don’t know; when your legs wrap around his waist, you don’t know; when he slips his tongue in and gains control of his kiss, you haven’t a fucking idea.

Taehyung digs his teeth into a corner of your lower lip, hard enough for you to feel the indent when he relents – you take this opportunity to make yourself very, very clear.

“I need you. I want you, I don’t want some dick, I want this fucking dick.”

There’s a split second when the deafening silence threatens to consume you, the absence of any action after everything that brings you a sensory deprivation – but soon Taehyung recovers, and only whispers three simple words.

“Then take it.”

With the negligence to prepare you for this, any other day you would require a minute to adjust, because Taehyung is big. He’s usually considerate enough to take his time, easing in slowly, but today the devil that took over him doesn’t bother with pedantic formalities. The action shoots you off the bed, body trying to find a formation that will make this more comfortable, but Taehyung’s hands keep you firm in place.

“Everytime you think of tonight, I want you to see this,” his malevolent whisper terrorizes your ear as he pulls out slowly, just to slam in again, “not a party. Not a hundred people. Not Jung-fucking-kook. Here. This. You,” another pump in, and it hit you at the exact spot that was teased a while ago, making you wail out to the ceiling, “and I.”

You wonder if those words are meant for you or for himself, but wondering was a chore right now and you’d rather just gratefully take the fucking you got. Placing a palm on his shoulder, you briefly break his momentum, just to move your legs from around his waist to over his shoulders.

“Make me,” you present him with the challenge.

His devilish smirk only shows acceptance.

Body folded in half, you can just lay there and take the unyielding thrusts Taehyung endows you, his force not faltering for a second. Your moans turn into groans, coming from deeper parts of your chest and evoking higher pitches from you. Taehyung’s hands lay on either side of your face, and he thrusts into you with renewed vigour. You are possibly screaming into his ear, but you have no coherent collection of space because he has sent you hurling into your orgasm.

It is free-fall, recovery from this feeling. Like a black-hole warping your sensation, a weight pulling you lower and lower. You know you’re recovering from it when your back can finally feel the bedding, and your chest can feel the weight of a finished, and now very tired Kim Taehyung. His cum has made a mess of your pussy and the sheets below, but for now, neither of you have the energy to care.

“You okay?” You bring your hand to caress his mop of hair, lightly tugging to have him meet your eyes. There is some reluctance, but finally when he gets out of the nook of your neck, you see it. Some regret. Some reproach. Some worry. He opens his mouth to utter some version of “I’m fine” but you interrupt him.

“I love you. So much. I’m not sure what prompted this, and I know you’re not one to do this without cause, but I would feel much happier if you told me. I’m not forcing you, but I’d like it.”

Taehyung smiles, and rids his mind of any empty falsities he was going to give you. Balancing himself on one arm, he brings his other hand to adjust the stray tresses on your forehead, and after a huge sigh, he begins.

“I met him in the restroom. I was already put off, but it wasn’t terrible. He was trying to make small talk, and I was playing along – but he really had the audacity to say ‘Keep her well, or else… Someone else might’ – and he fucking smirked! That bitch, said that with his whole chest. Like I don’t know who this ‘someone else’ is. Dickwad.” Taehyung’s blood is boiling, but he comes back down to wrap you in his arms, and you can sense his pulse lowering.

But you, on the other hand, are absolutely flabbergasted. “Why would Jungkook even say that? I can't imagine what his reason was...”

“You’re so…” Taehyung starts, giving you a small smile, “He clearly likes you.”

“Jungkook! No fuckin’ way,” you bring your hand up to wave every sliver of that thought away, but Taehyung grabs it and covers it with his own palm.

“Again, I wonder how you read me so well, but you can’t see someone hovering around you. Tonight he was like Callisto to your Jupiter, if Callisto wanted Jupiter’s attention at all times.”

You snicker at his description, and you still can’t bring yourself to believe it, but for tonight, you can shelve the topic. After all, there are more important things to drown yourself in.

“Why would I go around reading some rando’s eyes,” wrapping your arm around Taehyung’s neck, you softly whisper, “when my baby’s eyes tell me everything I need for a lifetime of happiness?”

You finally see Taehyung’s happiness scale go up, his chiseled jaw fading away with the rise of his cheekbones and plumping of his cheeks. Seeing him smile like that, the last few knots of tension that laid siege to your body vanish, and you feel at ease. Happy, content and at ease.

“I love you.” He lightly kisses your lips.

“I love you too.”

Thank you for making it to the end! For more of my writing, find my masterlist here. As always, thoughts and feedbacks are greatly appreciated!

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sunflowersteves · 4 years ago

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honeymoon || n.r.

summary || a story of love, inspired by make me feel by janelle monae.

prompt || “Are you sure about this?”

author’s note || this is for @burninmatches‘ writing challenge! happy v late birthday, poppy!! (I LUB U SO MUCH) am i evil for putting a flashback in the middle of smut? maybe.

warnings || fluff, SMUT!!! [18+ only], public sex, squirting, dirty talk, oral, fxf, squirting, dom x sub, minors do not interact

m.list // *bold means flashback

All of the feelings that I've got for you Can't be explained, but I can try for you

You pressed your elbows onto the hard metal railing, a smile drifting onto your face. You watched the orange and pink hues transform the sky as a small fluffy cloud sat on the bank of the water. In the very far distance, you could see a small fishing boat trying to reach shore before darkness took the air.

Everything was so content and peaceful. Your muscles felt relaxed from the salty air and warm weather. You could vanish right here and now, feeling the most content and relaxed you have ever been.

“Did I ever tell you how sexy you look in that sundress?”

You grinned as you continued to stare at the water, knowing exactly who was behind you. She closed the balcony door behind her, and she walked over to you, rosé in hand.

“Once or twice.”

You couldn’t see but you knew she had that smirk on her face, she always wanted to see you flustered no matter the time. She took small sips of the alcohol as she watched you, watching the sunset.

She couldn’t bore her eyes away from your content and happy figure, she felt that all too familiar fluttering in her chest. A few days ago, your wedding took place in New York. The whole team was there and your family also attended. Of course, Tony being Tony, he made sure that your wedding was the flashiest and most extravagant.

Natasha had never really told you, even during the wedding vows, that you were the best thing that could ever happen to her. Missions with The Avengers could get heavy, especially when the past of Hydra comes to haunt her. Many days she would come home, dark and menacing thoughts would take hold of her mind at the thought of the gruesome horrible things that she did in her past.

However, it was like the light had filled the air again when you’d walk over to her and cradle her in your arms. All those thoughts would cease when you’d whisper sweet thoughts in her ear. You saved her from many hopeless days.

She broke out of her thoughts and lifted her hand, wrapping it around your waist and pulling you closer towards her. You pressed a light kiss onto her nose, and she giggled, relishing in the feeling of being by your side.

Her lips are locked with yours now, fully forced and teeth clashing against each other. She tasted like rosé and mint, her tongue was sweet and dominant. Your heart fluttered at the fanning of her breath on your face, the radiating heat that left her body warmed your skin.

The kiss was bruising and passionate, your toes curling already at the thought of being on a honeymoon with her. You were in pure heaven, pure ecstasy to just be kissed by her red lips. She pulled back and chuckled at your whine and your lips turned into a pout.

She moved you so your back was pressed up against the railing. She smirked while lifting your dress, groaning at the absence of panties.

“Babygirl, is this all for me?”

You whimpered from the feeling of her thumb circling your clit, your hands holding onto the railing like your life depended on it. You sucked in a breath, you could hear your slick as she rubbed back and forth on the sensitive area.

“So fucking wet and it’s all for me,” she hums.

Your eyes couldn’t leave her blue ones as she slowly sunk to her knees, keeping your dress hiked up with her nimble fingers. All she wanted to hear for the rest of her life was your sweet, delicious moans and the screaming of her name.

A smile reached her face again at the thought of her proposal. You two were the happiest you had ever been but Natasha soon realized that it wouldn’t be. Fully making you hers with that diamond around your ring finger was it for her.

Should know by the way I use my compression That you've got the answers to my confessions

“Are you sure about this?”

She rolled her sweet blue eyes at you. She was currently on her knees, proposing to you in front of the whole team. Little twinkling lights fluttered around the ground, roses rested upon the concrete near the tower.

Her plan was perfect. She had first taken you to where you met—in the tower when you spilled coffee all over her shirt. Next, she took you to the spot where you had your first date which was in a little Russian cafe. She then took you to a little pit stop where she kissed you underneath a tree in Central Park.

Throughout the whole adventure, Natasha told you something that she loved about you. Sometimes they made you groan as she stated how much she loved your stubbornness. Most of them, however, made your heart and stomach burst with happiness.

She then brought you back to the tower, talking about all the memories that you had made with the team and her. You saw the rest of them and waved, not even noticing Tony and Steve were crying.

You turn around back to Nat but you freeze, a gasp leaving your lips. There she sat on one knee with a box in her hand. She opened it up as tears ran down your face, and she asked the million-dollar question.

Although, your thoughts had gotten the best of you. You couldn’t help but think she was doing this because it felt implied. You knew she wasn’t the most affectionate person and you had never really talked about getting married. Well, you had always talked about it but Natasha never had uttered a word.

“What do you mean, baby?”

“Well, I just-” You sigh, watching as her hope started to falter. She closed the velvet box and stood up. Luckily though, she didn’t run away. She stayed right in front of you, eyes flickering to try to gauge what thoughts were running through your head.

“Every time we talked about it, it was only me. You never uttered a word and I just don’t want to force you into this. I shouldn’t have ever made you uncomfortable. If you want, we can take it all back, and act as if nothing happened.”

Her face contorted into an expression that you couldn’t quite make out. Her eyes were soft and clear as she lifted her hand to rest it on your cheek, gently swiping her thumb back and forth.

“Oh, babygirl, you didn’t force me into anything. I was always just so scared. I never thought that anyone would want to grow old with me or love me for who I am. I was always so shocked when you talked about these fantasies with me in them. I love you like my life depends on it. So please, marry me?”

That's just the way you make me feel So real, so good, so fuckin' real

“Nat, please-”

She decided to tease you, hear your whines, and press light kisses on your thighs. She giggled against the skin from your protests of her not delving right into your pussy.

“Patience, babygirl, or I won’t let you come.”

That shut you up real quick, and she couldn’t help but smirk, knowing just how good you wanted to be for her. She pressed her tongue against your slit, watching as your face contorted with pleasure.

You moaned as she poked her tongue in, you could feel her moan at your slick wetness. Your body practically vibrated with anticipation as she continued to attack your aching pussy.

“Fucking love this pussy,” her voice slightly muffled my being completely in your dripping cunt.

You could feel her tongue everywhere, she never stayed in one place long. She’d tease you with licking lightly around your slit and rubbing your cute little clit but then poke her tongue in ever so slightly.

She was playing her little game of teasing the shit out of you.

“Nat, fuck, please-”

Her tongue rolled over your sensitive nub which made you flinch. She inserted her index finger making you moan so loud that it echoed across the Hotel balcony.

This was so risky—you were completely out in the open, your pussy practically on display. Natasha would usually play you like a fiddle underneath the table while a few of the other Avengers were around. But were never you so out in the open like this.

But fuck, you’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on.

“Oh, you want to get caught, you dirty girl. You want the world to know you belong to me?

She smirked up at you and you nodded quickly. You couldn’t lift your gaze elsewhere so you watched her tongue circle your pretty bud. She started to pump her fingers slowly, staying with a rhythm, and then slowly inserting another finger. Your legs were fully shaking now, and your jaw was completely slack.

“Baby, I need you so bad. Please, Nat.”

You couldn’t help but squirm and moan and plea. You were squirming in the fucking air, you knew you probably looked absolutely ridiculous. Your dress was hiked up, Nat was buried in your pussy, and you were pressed up against the railing on the 4th floor of a building. But, you didn’t care. All you wanted was for Nat to fuck you like no tomorrow.

You needed her.

“If you don’t stop fucking moving, babygirl-”

You interrupted her with a whine and her face turned from a smirk into an irritated one. She growled towards you and with a yelp involuntarily leaving your lips, she forcefully grabbed your hips and pushed you harder onto the railing.

“You’re being a brat, you know that?”

“Well, if you would just get on with it, then-”

You closed your mouth so fast, eyes wide with regret. Her face became dark and stoic, which made you gulp in fear. You were royally fucked, totally and utterly fucked. You just had to be a fucking brat and open your mouth. You were so desperate that you couldn’t think about what words were rushing out of your mouth.

You held your breath as she stopped all movements and stood up, so she was towering over you. The sea breeze flowed past her hair and normally you would make a comment on how pretty she looked but now was definitely not the time. She grabbed your face, her fingers wrapped around your cheeks and squeezing slightly.

“Brats don’t get what they want, you know that,” she sneered.

She pulled you forward, her lips were just inches away from yours. You could feel her breath fan up onto your pleading face. God, she looked so hot. Her eyebrows were furrowed in anger but her eyes spoke of yearning and lust.

“Brats get punished but you like getting punished, don’t you babygirl? You like being fucked until you’re just a dumb baby, begging for me to get you off.”

Her eyes narrowed at the whimper that left your mouth. You rubbed your legs together trying to grab any friction that you could. She looked at you with raised eyebrows. You had never been so desperate as to disobey her again and rub your thick thighs together.

“You’re that desperate, huh babygirl?” She softened her voice slightly but not enough to let you know she was still irritated with you.

She never broke eye contact as she lifted your dress again and wasted no time in filling you up with her fingers. She gave you no time to react as she pumped her fingers so fast and hard.

You wanted to say something, anything but all that could escape your mouth was pitiful whimpers as your jaw was slack open.

“You’re doing so good, babygirl.”

You could hear the squelching sounds of your pussy around her fingers. You thanked whoever the fuck that none of your hotel neighbors had walked out onto the balcony.

“Fuck, look at that pretty pussy and it’s all mine.”

You yelped as she curled her fingers hitting just the right spot. Her fingers were long and thick, always reaching the places you couldn’t. With each fast thrust of her fingers, she could tell you were getting close.

“Should I let you come? Are you going to be a good girl? You were such a fucking brat.”

You begged so pathetically, yelling her name as loud as you could. You could hear it echo into the ocean and the vast void of the world. She watched as your eyes rolled in the back of your head, that coil built up in your stomach was on the brink of exploding.

You didn’t dare let it break because you knew she’d punish you if you came without her permission. You made eye contact as your pussy involuntarily squeezed around her fingers--making you cry out again.

“Alright, alright. I’ve played with you enough,” You could barely hear her over the pleasure that raked through your body. The wet, juicy sounds of your pussy around her fingers were getting too much to handle.

“Let it go, baby. Cum right on my fingers.”

With one loud, burning cry you came around her fingers. Your pussy gushed with wetness that covered her whole hand and splashed onto your thighs. Your body shook against hers as you could almost see stars around her face.

Her fingers never relented as they struck that spot over and over again. She rode your high like no tomorrow and the air had been filled with your screams.

You almost go limp, not being able to stand the pleasures that soared through your body to even stand up straight. Natasha caught you and chuckled, watching as your high slowly clashed back down.

Her eyes turned dark again, and she shoved her fingers in your mouth. You moaned at the taste of yourself around her fingers.

“Suck. We’re not done, babygirl.”

You continued to swirl your tongue around her fingers as she picked you up and carried you back into the hotel room. She placed you onto the bed and quickly stripping her clothes. She pounced on the bed and smirked at the cry you gave when she forcefully spread open your thighs.

This was going to be a long, very pleasurable week.

Mess me up, yeah, but no one does it better There's nothin' better

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kamyru · 4 years ago

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“I am happy when you are happy” (Kaga x MC)

Trigger warning: NSFW

Word counting: 1984 (George Orwell liked your post)

Disclaimer: Kaga is portrayed as an insatiable man. I understand why writers did that. Young women physiologically are harder to pleasure than men, so they had enough of this in their real life, of course, it’s better to avoid the same thing in fiction. I was thinking, what if I write something with a more real MC than in the game itself. So, here it is: What if Kaga meets a shy and hard to pleasure MC? It’s not a canonical smut fan-fiction, but hope at least someone will like to read it. Also, I’m better at writing angst and fluff, so sorry in advance for my strange smut parts.

MC was lying naked on the bed, looking at the ceiling, while Kaga was in the shower room. She knew that he is a wonderful lie-detector, but she couldn’t bring herself to say him that she didn’t feel anything special. She didn’t have a lot of experience but also didn’t ever feel pleasured. For her, sex was more a way to pleasure her partner than herself. If he was happy, she was happy too. She knew that she didn’t have medical problems, because she asked the doctor once, so she just accepted her fate.

“You liked it so much that you can’t stand up now?” she heard a low and excited voice.

Her lips slightly curved upwards, but she didn’t say a thing, knowing better than to try to lie to him.

“You have to sleep if you want to wake up early tomorrow,” said MC before kissing him.

“I have better options. I’m not tired yet,” with a fast move, Kaga was already above her, with his hand between her tights. Her hands were around his neck, trying to reduce the distance from his lips. While he was trying to find her special spots, she was receiving her pleasure from kisses and hugs, which made her heart flutter and cheeks blush.

Kaga was trying to work his magic while massaging a spot that was a little bit too high for that purpose. With a subtle move, MC made so that his fingers were where they had to be. Closing her eyes, she was trying to enjoy the moment, even if it was hard to concentrate on it. When she finally started to feel something, his fingers slipped inside. She flinched because of the fast moves that made more pain than pleasure. Though, after some seconds, he corrected himself and she started to like the feeling, especially in the combination with his tongue on her breast. She knew that it wasn’t enough for an orgasm, but at least it was pleasant. The entire magic disappeared when instead of fingers, he put his length in work. She was feeling nothing. If someone called her then, they wouldn’t have the smallest clue about what she was doing.

“I want to hear your voice,” Kaga whispered while licking her neck. “You don’t have to hold back.”

MC clenched her teeth. If only she had what to hold back. No one ever made her moan, and Kaga wasn’t an exception.

Soon after, he cummed. While taking a shower, a thought was going through her mind again and again: “Maybe if he had last longer...” When she returned to the bedroom, he was already asleep. Or that was what he wanted her to think. Kaga wasn’t dumb, he could understand that something was off. But his pride didn’t let him open the topic. He knew how to pleasure women so, sooner or later, MC was going to receive her pleasure too. She just has to wait for a little, till he gets used to every inch of her body.

The next day, while he was teaching his lesson, he saw that MC was looking into nowhere, deep in thoughts. If she was someone else, he could bet that she would be thinking about the last night. He was wrong, though. She remained herself and was still thinking about that.

“Don’t you think that Instructor Kaga looks like someone who simply has to be wonderful in bed?” she suddenly asked Naruko.

Her friend nearly choked. MC wasn’t the one to make perverse comments about instructors, it was Naruko’s job. Seeing her like this was a plot twist that she didn’t expect.

“Yes, he looks like this, but what got into you, all of the sudden?”

MC didn’t answer. She knew that her boyfriend was having a reputation as a very good lover, but why didn’t it work for her? Though, they didn’t make love for so many times to get disappointed so early.

The next time they were spending the night together, his lips reached her tights and were moving to her sex. MC closed her eyes, while his tongue was playing with her clit. She started to caress her fingers in his soft hair, enjoying the fluffiness.

“I want to hear your screams,” he said while trying to look at her face, to understand what she was feeling.

MC bit her lower lip and said with a smile: “It’s nothing sexy or special in my screams.”

Before he could say something, she moved and invited him to lay down, so she could pleasure him. It took her less time to make him meet his climax than he tried to pleasure her.

“You have some skills,” he said with a little blush on his cheeks.

“Of course,” thought MC. She liked more to give than to receive because no one ever made her come while pleasuring her orally. No one ever made her come.

The next day, it was Kaga’s turn to look into nowhere. Though he wasn’t in the class, but in the Instructors’ room. He remembered that there were condoms made specially to give more pleasure to the woman. He didn’t want to try them because they made him think that he wasn’t a good enough lover.

“I’m not satisfying you, do I?” he asked the same day when they were together in his car.

MC who was looking through the window nearly choked when she heard him saying this. He really didn’t make her orgasm, though she enjoyed pleasuring him and feeling so intimate with the man she loved. She knew that he wouldn’t see the situation from her point of view, that he would think that he wasn’t good enough for her, that she was just trying not to hurt him. While she was thinking about what to say, he already made his conclusions.

The next time he was free, he entered the drug store, buying the condoms he was thinking about. He wanted to pleasure her and if he had to pay with his pride for that, he was going to do it. Though, Murphy’s law said ‘hi’ when he tried them because the texture and the lub made it impossible for him to last for too long. They had exactly the opposite effect.

MC didn’t say a word. She kissed Kaga with a lot of affection and gave him one of the most beautiful smiles he ever saw. She knew that he lasted less than usual, but she didn’t want to think that it was his fault. Though, it had the opposite effect. He started to feel guilty. He was sure that one of the few things that made him better than others was how good in bed he was, but now he remained nearly with nothing. MC was simply too good for him. Why she chose him? Why she isn’t dating a caring and affectionate man? He was always calling her ‘moron’, but the real ‘moron’ was him.

The next day, he saw her laughing with the boys from the Academy.

“Maybe they’ll do a better job than me,” he said to himself while feeling his blood boiling. He wanted to stop them, to bring MC to his office and mark her as his, to let her know who her boyfriend is, but after the ‘fail’ of the last night, he couldn’t bring himself to do something like this.

When he was doing his errand in the dorm, he was trying to find something to avert his mind from her, otherwise, he was going to fill it with worries and insecurities.

He fell asleep and before his eyes appeared the picture of her laughing with her colleagues. He felt how the anger is accumulating. The urge to hit something woke him up. When he was already near the wall, with his fist ready, someone’s hands wrapped around him. Her warm was easing the pain he had inside of him, but the flame was already too strong to be tamed so easy.

The next second, MC was pressed against the wall, while Kaga tried eagerly to kiss her. His tongue slipped inside her mouth, melting her knees. In no time, they were already in the bed and the clothes were flying around.

“If you move your finger a little bit lower, it will be perfect,” she whispered and blushed the same moment.

He thought that it was only his imagination because it was the first time she said what she likes.

“What else do you like?”

“I like it when...” but she stopped midway, feeling too awkward to continue.

“I won’t do anything if you don’t say what you like.”

Inside MC’s mind was a war between awkwardness and her love for Kaga. When, finally, the winner was chosen, she said nearly audibly: “I like when you play with my breasts.”

A smile appeared on Kaga’s face. MC saw it and wanted to run away, but he suddenly hugged her tightly.

“I want to pleasure you. If you are happy, I am happy.”

MC gulped. It was for the first time someone said something like this to her.

“I love you.”

He didn’t say a thing, being too busy with licking her nipple.

When everything finished, he lit a cigarette and looked at his lovely girlfriend.

“Did you like it?”

“Yes. I like to be intimate with you.”

“But I don’t please you. Why don’t you say it straight to me?”

“You please me. I like it when you hug me, when you kiss me, when you touch me, when you are pleased. If you like it, I like it too.”

Kaga looked at her, trying to understand if she was telling the truth or not. Though, the only thing he could see was her puppy eyes who were full of love.

“I’ll make you come,” he suddenly said with confidence.

With time, he found her weak spots and knew how to touch her in a way that she receive as much pleasure as she can.

They were in his apartment. MC was thrown on the bed and her shirt was opened with desire. She could bet that she heard how some buttons fell on the floor, but she couldn’t care less. Her nails left marks on his back.

Kaga was kissing her hungrily, feeling the urge to feel himself inside her. They didn’t see each other for a long time and he couldn’t tame the beast inside of him. Her fingers were slowly and sensually opening his shirt. It was driving him crazy, but he knew that delayed gratification was going to make everything even more pleasurable.

With each kiss, Kaga was going lower and lower, till his lips touched her clit. He could feel how wet she was. That made him grin. After working his magic for a while, he slipped his fingers inside her, knowing that she liked it. When her legs started to shiver, he planted one last kiss and moved to her lips again.

He let her put on the condom for him and the next moment, he was already inside her. He liked to feel her around his length. He didn’t ever feel so good with another woman. She was right about the fact that feelings are responsible for the biggest part of pleasure.

He was deep in thoughts about how wonderful MC was when he looked at her at saw her looking into nothing.

“Is everything alright?”

“I think I cummed and I like the feeling. That’s the first orgasm I ever had.”

Kaga nearly burst out laughing at how serious MC was talking about that new feeling she felt for the first time in her life. He was happy. He was proud of himself.

“I made it. I promised that I’ll make you come.”

MC only smiled. When he finished, he couldn’t stop himself from hugging her and whisper: “I am happy when you are happy.”

#her love in the force #hyogo kaga #voltage inc

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here4theheartbreak · 5 years ago

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Birthday Surprise (YoonMin)

AO3 Link Here!

Relationships: Yoongi x Jimin

Genre(s): Smut

Rating: Explicit

Tags: smut, PWP, canon compliant, dirty talk, bottom!Jimin, top!Yoongi, rough sex, bareback, under-negotiated kink, vibrators, cock warming, spanking, Jimin’s a brat

Summary: Jimin decides to surprise Yoongi for his birthday, but gives Yoongi more than they bargained for.

Word Count: ~2.7k

A/N: Written for Yoongi’s birthday 2020. Hope everyone enjoys!

Yoongi shuffled over to his door and opened it a crack at the sound of someone knocking. Jimin stood in the doorway, a small wrapped box in his hands. “Happy birthday, hyung.” He held out the box. “I know you’re working, I don’t want to be a bother.”

“You never bother me, Jimin. Come in for a few minutes?”

Jimin grinned, nodding. Yoongi opened the door wider, allowing him entrance before shutting it once more. As soon as the lock clicked, Jimin pressed himself against Yoongi, kissing him. Yoongi sighed contentedly. Jimin was truly his constant. No matter how busy he got working or how up in his head he got worrying, Jimin was there to drag him back to earth with a simple smile, a kiss, or some gentle affection. He wrapped his arms around Jimin’s shoulders, slowly deepening the kiss. His hands slid over Jimin’s muscular back and down, sliding into the back of his sweatpants to give his ass a firm squeeze.

Jimin pulled back, and Yoongi whined softly, opening his eyes. “Tease,” he complained.

“I am not. You just need to open your present.” Jimin held out the box again.

Yoongi chuckled. He sat back down in his chair, tearing open the shining paper. Inside was a simple white box. He opened the lid and smiled softly. The bracelet was simple and inobtrusive, just a gold and silver band, twisted together in alternating colors. It was perfect for his style.

“It’s beautiful, Jimin. Thank you.” Yoongi took it out, examining the metalwork a moment before putting it on his wrist. He reached out for Jimin, pulling him into his lap and pressing a kiss to his mouth. “You always buy the perfect gifts for people.”

“It’s a gift,” Jimin joked. “But that wasn’t your only gift.”

“Hm, you spoil me,” Yoongi said, chuckling. “What else is there?”

Jimin stripped out of his hoodie and dropped it on the floor, nudging it under Yoongi’s desk.

“A strip tease?”

“Nooo,” Jimin sing-songed. He grabbed Yoongi’s phone and unlocked it (the only member Yoongi had ever given permission to do so) and pulled up a nondescript app. Yoongi’s heart began to race as soon as he saw it.

“You’re not…”

“I am,” Jimin whispered. The app was the remote control to a small vibrator that the two had bought on a whim a few months back. Though they were often too busy to really spend the time they wanted being intimate, the use of this worked wonders for teasing and promises of more later on. Yoongi couldn’t count the number of interviews, both at home and abroad, that Jimin had been wearing the toy, squirming and doing all he could to remain straight faced while Yoongi teased the intensity of the vibration up or down with his phone.

“Well now, that seems more of a gift for you,” Yoongi teased, but still thumbed the vibration on and upped it just to watch Jimin squirm on his lap.

“Hm, that part, maybe. But I know you’re so busy right now… I wanted to help you out… Relieve some stress…” He sank onto his hoodie on the floor and slid his palms over Yoongi’s thighs. “Keep you… Warm,” he breathed, grabbing Yoongi’s jeans and beginning to undo them. Yoongi’s eyes fluttered shut and his nostrils flared. Jimin knew every single button he had, and just how to push them. And cock warming… That was a giant green button that they rarely got a chance to push. Usually he was working with the other rappers or producers, or if he was alone, Jimin was too busy to join him.

“Please—” The word slipped from his lips before he could stop himself.

“You don’t need to beg, baby. You’re always so busy. I’m happy to help. And I cleared my schedule for the night.” Jimin tugged at Yoongi’s jeans as he spoke, making Yoongi shift his hips up to get them down. He moved forward and pulled his cock from the hole in his boxers.

“Which means you can keep me… All night long,” Jimin whispered. He pressed a gentle kiss to Yoongi’s tip, rolling his eyes up to look at him.

“Fuck,” Yoongi stroked his fingers through Jimin’s hair. “You’re perfect.”

Jimin grinned broadly at that, and gave his cock a little stroke.

“Shh.. Don’t—” Yoongi grabbed his wrist. “If I get too hard I’m going to need to come. You be my little cockwarmer for a few hours while I work, okay? Don’t make me hard… Just keep it warm. I’ll tell you when to do more.”

Jimin nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

Yoongi shuddered at that. He let Jimin settle under the desk and rolled his chair in, getting comfortable in his spot before patting his lap. Jimin’s mouth was teasingly warm and wet. His cock twitched against Jimin’s tongue, and he chuckled when Jimin huffed a breath of warm air onto his groin. Yoongi placed is phone on the desk beside his keyboard, and dialed up the vibration just a hair. He felt Jimin shift.

“You can’t come until I do, Minie,” he said casually as he woke up his computer and put his headphones on to work once more.

Jimin was wildly distracting. Yoongi knew he didn’t mean to be, he really was trying his hardest to behave. But the soft puffs of air across Yoongi’s groin, the way his tongue shifted when he swallowed, even the slightly warmer, damp pooling of spit behind his closed lips – it was killing Yoongi. Every fifteen or twenty minutes, he shifted the vibrations, giving himself a jolt of arousal when Jimin suddenly shifted. He remained soft – mostly – but he’d managed only a few seconds of the track he was working on in over half an hour. After an hour (and only forty-five seconds of the track complete), Yoongi gave up. He closed out of his program and took his headphones off. He was just about to tell Jimin to get him hard when the dastardliest plan occurred. He reached down, stroking his fingers through Jimin’s hair comfortingly.

As he did, he pulled up an internet browser and flipped to V Live. He loaded up a livestream, watching the numbers slowly increase before waving at the camera and offering a lazy smile.

“Hey everyone.”

Under the desk, Jimin tried to pull off his cock, but Yoongi gripped his hair, holding him still. He patted his head softly. “Figured I’d come on, say hi. Since it’s my birthday.” He sat quietly for a moment, reading over the comments. As he did, he touched his phone, twisting the dial for Jimin’s vibrator up a little. Jimin swallowed against his cock and Yoongi’s eyes fluttered before he could help himself.

“Uh, yeah—Yeah it’s… It’s been a good day. Just been working on some new music.” He huffed a soft laugh, still stroking his fingers through Jimin’s hair absently. “What songs? Good ones. I can’t say. How does everyone like the new album?”

He leaned forward, squinting at the screen. Jimin shifted and Yoongi’s fingers tightened in his hair for a moment. When Jimin hesitated, he swallowed.

“Yeah, I’m glad. You guys really went all out. The support’s been great. Honestly, I—” The words died in Yoongi’s throat when Jimin shifted again and sucked firmly at his cock. He began to thicken almost immediately against Jimin’s tongue, and his eyes fluttered. “I—” He cleared his throat and tried to smile and refocus his attention. “It’s been a long day, clearly. I know the members are all wanting to have a small celebration for me but I t—” He wet his lips, struggling to keep his face neutral when Jimin bobbed his head. “Told them not to.” He turned the vibration up further, and Jimin made a small huffing noise that had Yoongi’s heart clenching. He scanned the comments, terrified someone had heard it. When all seemed safe, he tapped Jimin’s cheek warningly before clearing his throat and leaning forward, trying to read the rapidly scrolling comments. He repeated a few questions and statements, giving vague answers as needed. It wasn’t that he wanted to be vague. But Jimin had begun to bob his head in earnest now, making Yoongi’s cock thicken fully and a tight knot of need twist in his stomach. Cutting the chat too short would look even more suspicious, and as it was, some fans were worrying about how tired or ‘out of it’ he sounded.

“I think Namjoonie is going to go on V Live after promotions, do his album breakdown like he always does. He’s so much better at discussing it than I am, you should all look forward to that,” he stuttered, trying to sound at least semi-coherent.

Yoongi tugged Jimin’s hair as well as he could without drawing attention, a subtle warning that Jimin – as per his usual bratty self – decided not to heed. Instead he whined again, a little more audibly, and sucked Yoongi’s cock harder.

Yoongi swallowed down the panic that rose in his throat when a few fans in the chat asked if he had Yeontan or Holly with him. He cleared his throat and stretched both arms back, taking the movement to turn Jimin’s vibrator off completely as he did.

“Well, I would love to chat longer, I know it’s only been a bit, but I should get working. Lots to do,” he offered a bright smile. “I’ll try to get back on soon though. I know the members will probably post stuff for my birthday on Twitter, that is always an adventure – seeing what they deem good to upload.” Yoongi shook his head and chuckled before waving and offering what he hoped was a sincere smile. He clicked the chat off and slid back.

Jimin let him go and grinned up at him from under the desk. “You didn’t tell me you were going to talk to fans.”

“You didn’t tell me you were going to be a disobedient little punk.” Yoongi grabbed Jimin’s hair, yanking to drag him out from under the desk, Jimin hissed and moaned softly, obeying. Yoongi rose, going nose to nose with him. He kissed him hard and turned him, shoving so he had to place his hands on the desk to keep himself upright. “Stay.”

He grabbed a small bottle of lube from his desk and yanked Jimin’s pants down, palming his ass before slapping it.

Jimin’s cheeks flushed a beautiful shade of red when he looked at the computer and noticed that V Live – though not livestreaming, was still pulled up. He met Yoongi’s gaze in the video’s reflection. Yoongi smirked.

“You want to be disobedient, you can be. All it would take is one wrong movement. A single button press… And thousands of fans would see this. See you bent over the desk about to take my cock up your ass. Imagine all the screen shots. The scandal it would cause.” Yoongi slapped his ass again and Jimin whined.

“Please—”

“What?”

“Fuck me.”

Yoongi smirked. He leaned over Jimin, pressing his cock between his pert cheeks. “Louder.”

“Fuck me,” Jimin growled.

“I said louder, Minie. Not sassier.” Yoongi slapped his ass again. Jimin hissed.

“Fuck me!” He snarled, looking back at Yoongi.

Yoongi smirked. He smacked his ass harder this time, watching the way it jiggled and reddened. “You’d like that. You were being such a disobedient little shit while I was talking to our fans. And on my birthday. So rude.” He spread Jimin’s ass as he spoke, thumbing over the vibrator edge. Without warning, he grabbed and yanked. Jimin went forward, swearing. He bucked his hips back toward Yoongi.

“You’d like it, wouldn’t you?” Yoongi asked. He set the toy aside and opened the lube, drizzling the cold gel so it ran down Jimin’s ass.

“What?” Jimin panted, shuddering. Goosebumps rose on his skin, and Yoongi couldn’t help but squeeze his ass once more, dragging a whine from him.

“If the site glitched. If we went live, just like this. I heard you talking to Taehyung. How nice it would be if you could come out, be open. That would certainly make a splash. And you’re such a kinky little brat… You’d love thousands to see your pretty face moaning for me, wouldn’t you?”

Jimin didn’t answer right away. Yoongi, pushed some of the lube over his hole, sliding a finger in easily and tugging at his rim. “Wouldn’t you?” He repeated.

“Yes,” Jimin huffed. “Thought so.” Yoongi slicked his own cock before driving his cock deep. He wrapped an arm around Jimin’s middle and pressed against his back, savoring not only the slick, tight heat of his ass, but also the way his entire body tensed and relaxed, and the low vibration of a groan that could be felt through his spine as he moaned happily.

Yoongi began to move right away, not wanting to draw out either of their agony any more than necessary. His thrusts were deep and powerful, jarring the computer and trinkets on his table. Jimin moaned and whined freely, and Yoongi was glad for the soundproofing in his studio. He pressed kisses to the back of Jimin’s sweat slicked neck, his hair tickling his nose as he did so. His free hand slid up, covering Jimin’s. Almost by instinct, their fingers tangled against the desk and Jimin pleaded his name.

Yoongi slid the hand arm around Jimin’s waist down, wrapping his hand around his stiff cock. He thumbed the precome slick tip, gasping when Jimin clenched around him. He began to stroke Jimin in time with his thrusts, his teeth finding Jimin’s pulse point and clamping down.

After being together this long, they could get one another to orgasm in mere minutes, or have it take an hour or two. Right now, the knot of desperation and the burning ache in Yoongi’s stomach was leading him to the minute mark. He needed to come, to make Jimin come, to hear him cry out and that delicious clench of his body.

Jimin began to snap his hips back, his desperate moans rising in intensity. He reached his free hand back, his short nails biting into Yoongi’s shoulder.

“Please,” he begged, nuzzling his head as well as he could against Yoongi’s cheek. “Please come in me, hyung.”

Yoongi’s teeth dug deeper into Jimin’s shoulder, a desperate growl slipping from his own throat. He braced himself a little better, beginning to thrust harder and faster into Jimin’s pliant body. He was so close. Just a bit more and he’d be there. He began to stroke Jimin faster, his wrist twisting at the tip each time.

Jimin’s body went rigid under him. He clenched impossibly tight, dropping his head onto the desk as he shouted Yoongi’s name. His cock throbbed in Yoongi’s grip, spilling ropes of come onto the floor.

The fluttering, clenching of Jimin’s ass and the almost painful grip of his rim dragged Yoongi over the edge. He drove deep and came with a grunt and a whisper of Jimin’s name, letting Jimin’s body milk him of every drop he could offer.

When he felt he could move again, Yoongi dragged the chair closer with his foot, slumping into it. He dragged Jimin with him, nosing and kissing at his neck. Jimin giggled tiredly, nuzzling against him.

“Happy birthday, Yoongi-hyung.”

Yoongi huffed a laugh. “You are insufferable, Jimin.”

“You love me.”

“Hm. Yeah, I do.” He kissed Jimin’s mouth. “I can’t believe you sucked my cock in front of that many people.”

“That was not the plan. I was really just going to be a warmer but… You went live and I couldn’t resist.”

“Well, it was fun.” He kissed Jimin again. “I do really have to get some work done though.”

“Can I nap on your couch?”

Yoongi nodded.

“After we can go to dinner? Just us?”

“I’d like that.” Jimin grinned and rose. He fixed his pants and grabbed tissues, cleaning the mess on the floor before grabbing his hoodie and hurrying over to the couch. He curled up on it, using his hoodie as a pillow. Yoongi fixed his own pants and looked over at his boyfriend, smiling softly. He rose and padded over to the couch curling up behind Jimin and wrapping an arm around his middle. Work could wait a few hours. This was a far better way to spend his birthday.

#yoonmin #networkbangtan #bangtanarmynet #btswriterscollective #armiesnet #mygsnet #jimin x yoongi #yoongi x jimin #jimin x suga #suga x jimin #smut #bottom!jimin #mywriting

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honeymoonjin · 5 years ago

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day 11 & 12

With Festa in full swing last week, I feel like I didn’t have a chance to breathe let alone sit down long enough to articulate a review worthy of Day 11. I shall endeavor to do my very best to make up for that here. And, upon reading the start of Day 12, I am actually kinda glad I waited because I think that it gave me time to put both chapters into perspective.

Day 11 was a very emotional one for Jungkook and I feel like we got to see those emotions coming to a head in this chapter. On the whole, Day 11 was such a fun, lowkey entry that I wasn’t really sure if I would have anything coherent to offer beyond high pitched squealing accompanied by the occasional swoon and cooing. But after seeing the tension and subsequent squabble that transpired at the breakfast table on Day 12, I see that perhaps there was more to ruminate concerning the feelings that Jungkook had experienced in the confessional booth. It’s so interesting from a writers perspective that you chose Jungkook to be the one to reiterate the whole point of the show; he’s younger, thus perhaps conventionally he’s a bit more emotionally immature than the rest of the guys. And yet, from the beginning, none of these guys have ever been portrayed as stereotypical or conventional; you have always expertly reminded the audience that each of the contestants (including our lady!) is more much complex than what meets the eye. It’s one of the things that I love so much about this series; none of the characters are ever “too perfect” and it’s those candid moments of vulnerability or weakness that truly makes this story stand out from a lot of other stories that I read. So to choose Jungkook as the person to make those “bold” comments and to have Namjoon be the one to call him out for being insensitive makes me feel like Jungkook’s response was much more complex than what it seems at glance. Like, it’s pretty obvious that Jungkook likes and respects our lady and perhaps he realized his indiscretion just a little to late but now he’s put on the spot, he’s been called out in front of everyone, and beyond the fact that he probably feels like shit for saying what he said and inadvertently hurting our lady in the process. He’s probably also hella embarrassed. I wonder too if maybe Jungkook is also ashamed that the person who called him out was Namjoon, someone who I want to believe, he respects and perhaps maybe admires a little. And despite the fact that I chuckled a little bit when our lady noticed that Jungkook was “staring at his pancakes like he’s trying to make them burst into flames”, I realized that he might also be both angry and disappointed in himself for his behavior. *sigh* Boy, you were so right all those weeks ago when you said “emotions are messy”. Anyway, that’s my roundabout way of saying, I liked the breakfast scene. Haha! Drama is inevitable; I love that you don’t shy away from presenting conflict for them to overcome. It offers opportunities for character growth and character exploration and I really appreciate that!

Speaking of character growth, Namjoon got a chance to really flex those skills he acquired from “Hoseok’s School of Sexual Prowess”. That scene left me melting! Melting, I say! I’m not sure if you noticed but I make it a point to not reveal who my actual bias is in these reviews because I feel like I want to give all of the guys a chance to win me over for fan favorite. What I will say though is that you kind of hit on a lot of my personal preferences with Namjoon’s scene. Beyond the fact that the scene was really, really hawt, it fulfilled me on an emotionally intimate level, so it made the scene extra special. Bravo!

And I suppose Jimin also deserves a standing ovation for that amazing show he put on. Holy smokes that was so hot. From the light banter and quips at the beginning of that scene to Jimin actually owning that entire lounge! And as amazing as the show (plus subsequent private scene with our lady afterwards) was, my favorite bit might be the exchange between Jimin and Hoseok, another scene that filled with tension and new revelations! It might actually be the most fascinating scene because it gave a glimpse at something rather unexpected; something has transpired between Hoseok and Jimin. I might be reading too much into the exchange but it feels as though something has happened away from the cameras between them. Because it feels like there has been a shift from blatant hostility between these two to something more akin to a genuine understanding that this is now a battle for power and control. I could be reaching but I feel like, at the very least, there have been words exchanged between them! It made the scene all the more intriguing! I loved every moment of it. Oh! Speaking of which, what is up with Jin?! When Yoongi asked Jin to speak to Kookie about what had happened that morning, it seemed he was a bit apprehensive to take up the task. I know that there might not be anything more there than just the fact that Jin might not want to be the one to have to broach the subject with Kookie but I feel like there’s more there than what meets the eye as well… my theory is in it’s fetus stage though, so I feel like I’ll hold back on my thoughts concerning Jin for now. And Yoongi, for that matter! I feel like there is something more there as well. AH! Too many theories to juggle! I will let you know what my thoughts are about it once I have gathered more adequate information.

I still feel guilty for not being able to give you a full length review of Day 11. It really was such a great, light day. Jungkook’s scene left me all hot and bothered to the point where I spent the entirety of the week, searching up Jungkook smut fics to fulfill my Jungkook fix that that chapter evoked in me! Not to mention that the boys getting up to antics for a whiteboard that in the end they didn’t really need just made me all the more baffled by their behavior. It was fun, hilarious and just what I would expect from the guys.

To make up for not having anything for last week, I would like to take the opportunity to tell you about me loving this amazing story so much I nearly force-fed my best friend to read it with me so that I would have someone to fangirl with. Let me tell you a little bit about her. See, she doesn’t consume fanfics with as much verocity as I do. She is a very casual fanfic reader and if she does (which is rare in it of itself) she only ever reads MxM. Period. So when I told her the premises of “The Gentlemen” she was curious enough to read the contestant profiles. But I must say, from Day 1, you had her HOOKED! She would text me screenshots and emoji filled fangirlings in the wee hours of the morning (the only time she had to read at all) every single thing she loved about each chapter and it brings me so much joy that she was really dissecting and appreciating all the little things that I too loved about your story! We would have long, deep discussions about her prompt theories, her favorite members, tiny details that you’ve so expertly woven into the story (like Jimin’s tattoo for example, which is something she is obsessed with, btw) all of her favorite traits that our lady of the house has. It’s been so blissfully fun having this to share with her especially since I have her to thank for getting me into BTS in the first place. So, please know that you have a secret fan of “The Gentlemen” who would like you to know that she has been enjoying herself thoroughly and that she looks forward to your updates just as much as I do now!

Anyhoo, I think I’ve prattled on long enough. Thank you so much for your continued hard work and dedication to this series! This was such an amazing chapter I cannot wait to see how everything unfolds; it feel as though these last 2 chapters have planted some major seeds (no pun intended!!); I look forward to see what it sows in the coming days. 💜 Jan

Oh my gosh! In all of my ramblings, I forgot to say "shout out to Lady Mango! You go get that stake, girly!" Also, YAY Grandma Park!! Heck, that entire exchange in the bathtub made me uwu so hard my heart is just a pile of mush rn! Also, also!! Jin x Tae is lowkey underrated, so thank you for that! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*✲ﾟ*｡⋆ I lub u so much!! kthnxbye

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i’m not ashamed (okay, maybe a little) to admit that i kinda teared up and did a happy lil dance when i saw the email that you’d sent in a submission fksdjfkds i figured you’d probably been busy with life or with the mountainloads of content bighit is giving us these days so i was content to wait patiently, and it just made it that much more exciting when i saw this come in !

thank you, as always, for being so sweet and articulate and thoughtful in your reviews of the chapters. often you point out things that make so much sense that perhaps i hadn’t even noticed when writing. other times you hit an idea that i’d slipped in right on the nose.

jungkook definitely is having a pretty tumultuous time on the show. for him, i imagine he feels like he’s the only one having a difficult time ironing out his feelings, or that if anyone else is struggling too, that they’re acting like nothing’s up. i also feel like jungkook’s competitive streak comes through in unexpected ways. of course he feels proud of his sexual prowess and kinda wants to showboat a little bit, but i think there’s an aspect too where he needs to be the one that’s always bolder than the others to assert his position. writing the namkook scene i kind of drew on that feeling where you’re fighting with someone you care about or think highly of, and even as you realise you’re wrong, you don’t want them to think badly of you and so you desperately scramble for a way to come out on top or prove you’re in the right. there’s also def a degree of him trying to convince himself the show is just about sex and that the rest doesn’t matter. he certainly doesn’t feel that way inside, but we see him vouching from that position so fiercely in d12.

i’m glad you liked the namjoon scene !! one day i’ll figure out your bias fkdsjfksdjk you do such a good job at analysing and discussing everyone equally that it’s difficult >.<

it’s so fascinating to hear your jihope theory that they’ve spoken before. i must keep my silence on the details BUT there will be a very important scene between them coming up in the next few days of the show that i think will really change things between them and also how the readers see them. i’m super excited to write it !

beyond that, i’m happy you noticed something about jin in this chapter.... yn and jin still haven’t resolved their issues yet, plus here we are having jin not respond that well to being asked to counsel one of the members, something he always stated he was happy to do,,,,, hmmmm 0.0

i love hearing your theories so much !!! i eagerly await getting new content out so i can see how they shift and change from release to release

and also you really don’t need to feel bad ! there’s never any obligation to write out a long review for every chapter, but you do so anyway and that means a lot to me xx if you’re busy one week you don’t have to force yourself to make time for it. we have over 50 chapters, so we’re in for the long haul ! there’s really no rush

ahhhh that’s so cool to hear about your friend! it always warms my heart hearing stories of people that got their friends to begin reading and stuff, honestly even the thought that people think about tgm outside of reading it blows me away, it feels so special that it’s something y’all wanna share and discuss w your loved ones xx

YES LADY MANGOOO i love adding little slips of her in the chapters, i know she doesn’t factor into the main story that much but everyone can rest assured that all of the members of the house (okay, and probably our three on-site producers too) spend a lot of time with her, walking her and cuddling her and playing with her. tae is probably currently trying to teach her some commands, but of course the only one she’s got the hang of is lie down jskfjsd

(finally YES taejin is such an underrated duo i love them)

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ddaeng-181338 · 6 years ago

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Can I sleep in your Bed? {JK version}

➸ Jungkook x Reader

➸ fluff and Smut

➸ Word Count: 4k

➸ Warnings: sex, nothing too wild lol

➸ a/n: ahh yes our little Maknae lmao. Check my blog for the master list! — though if you’re just reading this — Jungkook’s is the only one I’ve written lol. The other members are coming soon :3

You rolled over yet again, body aching from your inability to find a comfortable position. Fatigue gripped at your frame, yet your mind was wide awake. This sucks. You hated restless nights, no one there to calm you down. No one to sing you a lullaby, or hold you and tell you it was alright. No comforting presence to tell you it was okay.

You rolled over to the opposite side of your bed, where your phone was plugged in and charging on your nightstand. Next to it was your alarm clock, the cursed thing blaring the time at you in neon red numbers- 1:20am - early for some, late for others, but an ungodly hour for you when you had class at 11am. If you weren’t careful you’d oversleep and miss another lecture. Or worse — you’d fall asleep during the lecture.

Go to bed y/n, just fuckin shut your eyes and it will happen. At least that’s what you told yourself two hours ago when you laid down. You felt hopeless, sleep was just never going to greet you, and you’d be forced to exhaustion and then probably pass out in the end. Hopefully. Okay so maybe you were being dramatic. I just want to sleep…

You sat up now, eyes squinting in the dark as an idea came to mind. “Jungkook!” Your roommate, his room was across the hall from yours. On top of that he was a night owl, so maybe you could hang out with him if he was still up. It wouldn’t be the first time this occurred , often times you ended up falling asleep on his couch— yes he had a couch in his room. Ironic considering he refused to get a bed frame for his mattress.

You swung your legs over the side of your bed, the bed frame creaking slight as you got up. You could barely make out your room out in the dark, only distinguishing the darker shades of black as things like your dresser and vanity. You opened your room door with a soft creek and peered out, hoping to see light from underneath his door—However it was dark.

It’s still worth a shot, maybe he’s just playing a game on his phone. Your bare feet made soft thumps on the wooden floor of your apartment, making you cringe slightly due to how quiet it was, your footsteps sounded like stomps in your head. You reached for the doorknob slowly, turning it with a bit of worry before peering in. “Jungkook?” His room happened to be pitch black.

Your eyes had adjusted to the dark by know, and you could make out a Jungkook sized lump on the mattress. He must be asleep… I can’t just crawl into the bed and join him that’s creepy. You debated on whether or not you wanted to wake him up. It’s selfish, it’s not like he has it any easier, we literally have the same lecture tomorrow. But I can’t sleep….

“Jungkook?” This time your voice was a little louder, and as heavy as a sleeper Jungkook could be, his own name always seemed to get him up. “Hmm?” He wasn’t even awake when he responded, “can I sleep in your bed?” It took a moment for you to receive a response. “Sure, I got plenty of room.” Okay So Maybe He’s more awake then I thought. You stepped into the room fully, shutting the door behind you as you made your way through his room.

You sunk down on your knees, cushioned by the mattress before flopping down on it completely. “C’mere” you barely understood what he has just said until you could feel the blankets left as he motioned for you to snuggle up. This boy will be the death of me… this is what I wanted though, someone to snuggle… your inner battle raged on as your body moved on its own. Snuggling up to him under the covers and letting your head rest on his pillow.

“Thanks…” another mumble left his lips as he pulled you tightly do him. You felt your cheeks go bright red at the action but brushed it off. So he’s a cuddle bunny when he sleeps. You felt the urge to hug him bubble up in you, so you did just that, wrapping your arms around him and hugging him tightly. Even half asleep he responded, a happy him leaving his lips.

Relax y/n, relax. You have what you want so try and sleep. You couldn’t calm the racing of your heart, for some reason , sharing a bed with Jungkook made you feel more awake. Sure he was handsome, you even had a bit of a crush on him when he first moved in with you. You’d turn so shy around him, blush at Every word he said and found yourself tiptoeing around seeing him when you didn’t look decent. It was embarrassing to just think about.

However this little crush only last about two weeks before you really got to know Jungkook. Now you saw him as nothing more than a brother, a best friend. Or so you thought. Because surely you shouldn’t be this nervous, surely your heart shouldn’t be beating this rapidly. What’s happening to me? It’s Jungkook. Jungkook. My roommate, my best friend. What’s…

You were pulled from your thoughts as his hand drifted down to wrap around your waist, the contact making your breathing stop for a moment. This was a bad idea… “Jungkook?” Your voice was a soft whisper. “You can’t sleep can you y/n.” His voice was more awake than you expected, despite him saying he had only laid down to sleep twenty minutes prior. “No, my mind is too awake to sleep.”

You felt his grip on your hips tighten a little. “You want to talk?” You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip, the last thing you wanted was to keep him up “I don’t want to keep you awake.” You could see him move his head slightly on the dark — he shook his head before realizing you couldn’t really make that out. “We don’t have a lecture tomorrow so I don’t mind staying up to talk with you.”

“We do have one, tomorrow morning.” You heard him laugh softly. “Y/n it’s Saturday, or we’ll Sunday morning now, that lecture is Monday morning.” I’m an idiot.

“What do you wanna talk about?” You felt sorta dumb asking him considering you were the one that wanted to talk. “Love.” You felt your eyes widen at that, throat seeming to try up. “What about love?” Your voice came out as a hoarse croak And you felt your cheeks heat up, the heart spreading to your neck as well.

“What do you think about it?” Oh? What is he getting at with this? “I think it’s something magical.” You’ve never told anyone that, Mostly because no one had ever asked. “How so? elaborate for me.” You found a smile gracing your features before you spoke. “I don’t know really, I think it’s just a magical thing. To find someone who loves you just as much as you love them. Always wanting to be with them, to love them, help them, care for them. A life long best friend and partner, Someone you can confide in about anything and everything. Someone who’s willing to stay up with you when you can’t sleep, and take care of you when your sick.”

Did I just tell him… you almost stopped breathing, realizing that you described love as staying up with someone when they can’t sleep. Jesus I really am an idiot. “I agree with you, I have a secret to tell you… but you have to promise not to tell anyone.” You felt your heart quicken, without hesitation “yes of course. Your secret will be safe with me.” You could sense a smile on his features.

“I’m a hopeless romantic.” You smiled at his revelation. “Really?” He nodded against his pillow. “I love, love. I know it sounds a bit cheesy but. I want to hold someone’s hand, tell them I love them, to shower them in kisses each morning when the wake up and shower them in kisses right before they go to bed. I want to do so much. I just, I love love.” You found yourself holding your breath as he spoke.

“You truly are a hopeless romantic.” You heard him chuckle, “what else do you think about love?” You wanted to hear more, see inside his mind and know how he thought. Somewhere during his little speech he has started rubbing his thumb on your thigh, a soothing motion that you hadn’t even realized he was doing till now. Your cheeks flared again and your heart raced again.

“I agree with you, I want someone who will stay up late with me when I can’t sleep and talk about anything. Or vice versa, someone who comes to me when the can’t sleep…” his voice trailed off, his thumb was brushing bare skin now, his hand had pushed your shorts up without even realizing. The motion sending goosebumps over your skin. “Jungkook…” am I reading his signals wrong? Am I overthinking this? Is he going to kiss me…

“ I have another confession for you y/n…” you held your breath, scared yet excited for what he was about to say. “Tell me…” your heart seemed to skip a beat as you waited for him. “How about I show you instead…” your heart did a backflip, and before you could truly prepare yourself, his lips brushed yours. He pulled away, slightly, waiting to see if you’d reciprocate. And you did.

You brought your hand up to caress the side of his face, bringing his lips to yours once again. This time the kiss was deeper, lips moving against each other , soft and sweet. You gasped softly as he pulled your hips closer to his, taking advantage of your open mouth by dipping his tongue in. A giggle rose in your throat as the kiss became a mix of playful and heavy.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” You smiled, this feels like a dream… this better not be a dream. “Oh I think I do, Cause I think we’ve both wanted this for a long time.” He nuzzled his face in your neck, playing soft kisses along your neck. “Jungkook...this isn’t a dream right?” He shook his head against his next, “Nope...and if it is I’ll get up in the morning and go to your room and recreate this.” You laughed, hands coming up to play with his dark locks.

“Do...do you want to take this further?”His voice was timid, soft and worried. “Y..yeah, do you?” He nodded against your neck. “I have condoms in my night stand, and some lub…” he seemed embarrassed to say that, and you laughed, bringing his head up to yours so you could kiss him again. “C..can you turn on the light? I want to see you.” There was something so intimate about this, everything seemed so Shy and soft as you two slowly moved on.

The light on his bedside table turn on, light filling the room as you took in jungkook’s appearance. Dark hair disheveled and doe eyes wide. He looked breathtaking in your eyes. He was on his knees looking down at you, buys a nightstand but no bed frame… you chuckled, opening your arms for him to come back to you.

“I’m yours Kook.” Those words seemed to set something alive in him, He was on you again in seconds, kissing you with passion you hadn’t felt with anyone before. A moan slipped past your lips before you could stop it, but you didn’t care, you wanted him to know how good he felt. His lips moved to the smooth expanse of your neck, lips sucking deep bruises along your pulse points.

“I’m yours as well.” His voice was a soft whisper against your skin, the sincerity in his words making your heart clench. You reached for the hem of his shirt, wanting to see his bare skin, touch him, feel him close to you. “Can you…” he nodded, leaning up and slipping the material over his head. You felt a grin grace your face, eyes trailing over the art that was his body. He was sort of muscular, but where you imagined abs once where, was soft skin. He’s adorable…

“You’re beautiful Jungkook.” You watched his cheeks turn a soft pink at the compliment. He leaned down, kissing you sweetly. “Can...your shirt come off too? I want to see you.” You sat ip, allowing him to pull your shirt up and over your head. You felt the urge to cover your bare breasts, as you laid back down your hands came to cover them. “Don’t… I want to see them… please?” His hands came to grab your wrists softly, asking for your permission before he moved them away.

You nodded, pink tinting your cheeks as jungkook removed your hands, exposing the sensitive flesh to his doe Like eyes. “They are pretty… I know that sounds weird but. They look really pretty.” Your pink cheeks turned red at that. The cooler air of his room making the sensitive buds harden. “Can… I touch them?” He’s being so sweet to me… asking permission for everything… it made you feel loved. You knew for a fact he wasn’t a virgin, having had one night stands a total of four times in the eight months he had been living with you.

His hands came down to caress the sensitive skin, making your breath catch in your throat. His fingers brushed over your nipple and you let out a breathy gasp. “A..again..” he leaned down — lips ghosting across your chest before moving down towards your right breast. Goosebumps trailed where is lips touched, the nerve endings being set alive as his lips came in contact with the soft mound of your breast.

“O...oh…” his lips wrapped around the perked bud and your heart seemed to stutter as a painful pleasure shot down your spine. And to your core, the familiar throb coming between your legs. Jungkook’s lips moved skillfully over your skin, lips moving left towards your other breast. “I’m going to move down soon baby, just let me treat your pretty little buds first.” You nodded against his pillow, relaxing it the soft plush of his mattress.

His lips were soft against your skin, sending shock waves of pleasure through your skin. A sense of satisfaction overcame him as purple and red bruises appeared over the soft skin before him, each marking making you his. “These look so pretty on you…” he leaned up again, hovering over you on both hands as your thighs incased his. Gentle fingers stroked over the marked skin, as if to soothe any irritation he might have caused you while making them. “Do you think the color suits me?” You had been joking when you said that, but his answer took you by surprise.

“It does, it compliments your skin perfectly.” You reached up, grabbing his face between your hands and pulling him to you again, lips pressing to his in a soft kiss. “Can...can i taste you?” You blushed scarlet, the question taking you a bit by surprise. “S..sure.” Why am I blushing like this, as if I’ve never done any of this before. You let your eyes fall shut, lifting your hips for him while he got them off of you, eyes drinking in the sight of your bare sex.

He wasted no time settling himself between your thighs, legs hanging off the end of his mattress as he took in your cunt, large doe eyes soaking in everything he could from the next angle. Your eyes opened and glanced down at him, eyes locking with his for a moment before he licked a fat stripe up the center of your sex. “O...oh.” Your head fell back against the pillow, eyes fluttering shut as he began his torture. He was more skilled than you would have expected , moving swiftly against your folds before poking at your clit.

The feeling made you jolt, a soft moan leaving your lips as his lips sucked on your clit. The feeling making your thighs quiver slightly as Jungkook moved to keep them apart with his hands. Noting how you tempted to squeeze them shut with each suck and lick he gave. Low whines and soft moans tumbling from your lips as he worked. “So..good...how are you..” he laughed against your skin and you groaned, the vibrations making you clench around nothing

“I’m just that talented.” You laughed, shoulders shaking slightly before it turned onto a moan, his tongue dancing about your center, you squirmed slightly as his tongue delved into your dripping entrance, he moaned as he finally tasted you fully. “How do i taste?” Your voice was hoarse, your orgasm begging to build up inside of you as his tongue moved from your entrance to your clit in fluid motions. The build up was slow, but hard at the same time, each motion bringing you closer and closer.

“Shit...Gguk...fuck…” your breathing became ragged as you clenched around nothing again and again, your release balancing right on the edge till he stopped. “I don’t think I can let you come just yet pretty girl…” he sat up, muscles tensing as his he moved to trail one finger over your soaked cunt. “So wet all for me , did I do a good job then?” You nodded against the pillow, your clit throbbing at the climax you almost reached. “It was so good...even better if you had actually let me…” he cut you off with a swift kiss.

The finger that had been moving up and down your folds now burying itself inside of you. A low gasp left your lips — Jungkook took the opportunity to slip his tongue against yours. The kiss getting progressively hotter as his finger picked up its pace, a second one slipping in as he went. “You got me so hard y/n, fuck can i get in you now?” The taste of your own arousal still dancing on your tongue as he pulled away — a small string of saliva connecting your bottom lips. “Yes, please, i want to feel you…” a deep rumbling groan left his lips as he quickly took off his shorts.

“Commando huh?” You laughed as he threw them somewhere across the room, hand coming down to grip his length — slowly pumping it. You moaned at the sight. He wasn’t large, nor was he was small length wise, he was more in the middle. However his girth was sizable enough that it had you worrying if it would fit. “How is that supposed to…” a smug smirk took over his features at your words. “On your hands and knees pretty girl, it's easier that way.” Your teeth sunk into your lower lip as you did as you were told, ass wiggling slightly as if to tempt him.

“This is a good angle for you pretty girl.”

You smiled, this was the third time he has used the nickname, and you rather liked. You felt the dull head of his cock brush along your folds, teasing you and himself while covering is head in your arousal. “So warm.” You hummed, bracing yourself as well as willing yourself to relax as he begun pushing his length in. You fisted the sheets below you, his girth stretching you but not in a painful way.

He was half way in when the burning started, not much, but just a little, you groaned. “Does it hurt? I can stop if you want…” you shook your head , laughing lightly. “Burns a little, just give me a second to adjust.” His thumbs began to slowly draw circles on your hips, gripping them tightly while trying to soothe any discomfort you might have. “T..try moving.” You smiled into the pillow when he kissing between your shoulder blades, hips pulling back slowly only to return a moment later.

Moans tumbled from your lips as the discomfort morphed into pleasure, his cock’s girth becoming oddly addicting instead of a fear. “Shit...Gguk just like that.” You gasped out when his tip brushed your sweet spot, thighs quivering as it sent pleasure in a way that made your toes curl. “You like that pretty girl?” You nodded vigorously, your orgasm from earlier already starting to build up again.

As his pace picked up, so did your moans, his name tumbling from your lips as if it was the only word you remembered. Your mind seems to blank for a moment as his fingers snuck around your hips, moving down until he brushed your clit. “A..ah shit, do that again.” You heard him grunt from behind you, other hand leaving your hip to push you down until your face and upper body were practically flat against the bed.

His fingers began rubbing fast circles on you clit as his thrusts speed up, you gasped loudly burying your face into the pillow fully to muffle your volume increasing moans. You clenched around him repeatedly again, chasing the high that was now in your grasp. You turned your head again the pillow, cheek squished against it as his thrusts continued. “Close…” was all you could muster, a loud whine leaving your lips as he picked up his pace again, the sound of skin slapping against skin mixed with your moans.

You gasped, unable to get much more out as you finally came. Walls clenching around his girth like a vice as he gasped behind you. “Shit...so tight...fucking hell…” you sighed, struggling to catch your breath as his thrusts continued at a sloppier pace. “where do you want me to come pretty girl?” His thrusts were overstimulating and you loved it , “come on my back, I wanna feel it.”

You were on the pill, so there was no concerns of you getting pregnant, but you didn’t care, you wanted to feel him on your skin. “Shit…” he only thrusts a few more times before pulling out. You turned your head back to watch him pump himself, face contorted in pleasure and concentration. “Fuck…” you moaned in union, his due to finally reaching his release and yours due to the sight of it.

Hell of you hadn’t came already you probably would have came just at the sight of him. “You are devastatingly handsome jungkook.” He looked up at you, shock evident in his eyes as he tried to catch his breath.”r..really?” You smiled, nodding your head at him. “Yes really baby.” You watched a bunny like grin appear on his face and your heart melted.

“Let me grab a tissue to clean you up.” You nodded, tiredness finally taking a hold of you. “Bet you’re tired now huh?” You chuckled sleepily as he wiped his release off your skin. “Who would have guessed a cute confession and great sex was all I needed.” You heard him snort before telling you you were clean. You ungracefully flopped on your back, jungkook laughing as he turned off the light.

“Good night pretty girl.” You smiled to yourself, “good night baby.” You felt him place soft kisses over your shoulders and neck before placing his lips against your ear. “I love you.” Your heart thumped in your chest for a moment before you whispered it back. “I love you too.”

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starbuck09256 · 5 years ago

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Because you are my fav writer in this fandom and because you always write the shit out of prompts I thought I would prompt you some smut from the xfpornbattle August list 🤗 number 74 please 💛 U are the best !!!

Omg I’m so freaking flattered! As you know I’m not a smut person. But I had to give this at least a try right?

This is super NSFW

prompt was Mulder and a dildo, bonus if the dildo is Mulder sized.

CALL ME INSPIRED

MSR NSFW S7

tagging @today-in-fic @xfpornbattle

His breath is hot against my ear, I’m sitting on his lap with a bunched skirt, he’s undone several buttons on my blouse. This intensity with us, has always been there lying beneath our arguments and identities. My fingers are tangled in his hair as he starts to move me down on his old worn out couch. The leather feels slick against my back as I struggle to remove my blouse for him. His hand immediately goes to my lace covered breast and I moan into his tongue as it dances with my own. I skirm slightly as his remote control digs into my ass. The tv flicks on and the room is filled with the sound of another woman moaning obnoxiously. I can’t help but chuckle at him. The woman on the film is a small red head and as Mulder ignores the tv moving his lips down to my collar bones as he reaches to take off my lace bra. I can’t help but look at the mesmerizing screen. The man is tall with dark hair and I can’t help but see the parallels to us. Mulders teeth lock onto my nipple and I can’t help but move my head back and whimper as his hard cock presses into my soaked panties. The movie continues and the sounds however over the top they might be, end up turning me on. But then as with most of these movies, it gets a little weird. The dark haired man pulls out a dildo lathering it with lub and then starts to use it on his partner while he is still inside her. I gasp, I’m not a prude to sex, nor am I unknown to the different methods. I’ve had anal sex before in college, and I know my blow job skills are legendary. But this, this idea hadn’t really ever occured to me to try. Mulder stops and looks at me, I barely see him as my eyes are locked to the screen. I suddenly am covered in goosebumps.

“Scully?” his voice is full of concern, my eyes turn to him wild and alive.

I want to try this with him, soon.

“I’m sorry, I .. just” he motions towards the tv. I raise my hand up

“No, I ..like it.” I stroke his cheek.

I reach down to unbuckle his belt, he grins in response and in a few mere moments he is filling me so completely. My back arches up and Mulder captures my nipple again in his mouth as he moves his hips against mine. God he feels so amazing, everytime I wonder how we went so long without doing this every moment. He moans and I move my hips back just a bit so he can go deeper as I clench my internal muscles around him.

“Fuck, Scully.”

His lips capture my own as my hand goes down in between us to stroke my clit. God between the incredible sensation of this angle that he is pumping into me, my hand and the sounds of the porno in the background I come hard around him. He groans heavily as he pulls up grabbing my hips and pounding into me with abandoned. His thrusts become erratic chasing his own release. I see the woman on the screen come apart as her partner continues pumping into her with his dick and the dildo at once. I can’t help but come again as Mulder surges inside of me.

After as I lay cuddle into his side. He is stroking my hair, as my hands trails across his broad chest. I lean up on him. He smiles lazily with a warm hand on my arm.

“Mulder I want to try sex with a dildo too.”

He looks confused for a second. Turns thinking of the video.

“Oh, ..umm have you ever done anal?” he isn’t saying it to be condescending, he is saying it because of the level of trust it takes.

I look at him with a mischievous chin across my face.

“Fuck,” he says.

He chuckles pulling me in closer.

“You are fuckling amazing,” he says laughing. I can’t help but laugh.

“Do you umm, have a dildo on hand?” I bite my lip and grin again.

“Please tell me it’s at least a little dusty?” he asks, I can’t help the loud laugh that comes from my body.

“Yes, you have done more than an adequate job of making sure it is not needed as of late.” I reply he chuckles pulls my lips to his and mutters “good” before kissing me again.

The next night at my apartment I get everything laid out. The Mulder sized dildo is planted on the bed, my intentions are cleared. We are making dinner together tonight and I’m a little giddy in anticipation, we have had some adventurous sexual escapades in the past but it’s been positions no toys or anything else. He finally arrives and as we stand side by side working on a meal together there is no mention of the events of yesterday. Our comfortable coexistence blends so easily into our new relationship. The dishes get done and sure enough afterwards Mulder pushes me against the counter kissing me senseless my damp hands push against his shirt as he drops the dish towel on the floor, I moan against his mouth as he reaches down to lift me up on the counter, his lips find my ear lobe his other hand reaches in to cup my breast and pinches my nipple. “You’re so incredible, the food was amazing.” he whispers as his lips travel across my neck. He helped me cut up everything, seriously, the only thing I really did was pull up a recipe and turn on the oven. Yet he tries to make it equal, give and take, it's a relationship unlike any I’ve ever had, the equality between us. It’s probably why I fell so in love with him. He is willing to put in the work just like me, and while our expectations may be high, both of us have always exceeded them. “I’m ready for dessert,” I tell him taking his hand and hopping off the counter. Pulling him with me to my bedroom. The soft street lights flutter through the blinds and his hands still rest on my hips even as I move us to the bed, even from behind, I can feel him pressed into my back.

“So you seem to have something in mind.” he mutters into my ear placing kisses along my sensitive neck. I can’t help but grin wildly.

“I do, that video was very inspiring Mulder.” I say as I turn to face him my arms linking around his neck as I pull him down.

“Scully as you know you have to be very very relaxed for this.” he says sobering up with a serious look on his face.

I trace his chin reveling in the feel of his chin hairs against the tips of my fingers.

“I know just the way to start,” my eyes meet his and the golden flakes in his dark brown eyes sparkle through.

He chuckles and it’s a sound that I’ve come to love over the years. Mulder happy is one of the few things that can make anything seem better. Lately the happiness we have shared as fought back the darkness so much we are a little afraid of what the future holds. What terrible endeavour is on the horizon to make us pay for believing that we can truly just be together. I slowly trace my fingers along his neck pulling his tie off with delicate precision. I’m undoing the buttons while Mulder still stares at the bed.

“That's umm a pretty big piece there” he says gulping some air in concern.

“Humm?” I turn looking back to the bed.

I remember when I bought the dildo, after that case in Commity, when detective white made it clear to me that I needed to work on releasing the tension in my body in more productive ways. That fantasizing about Mulder needed to include a realistic item. I remember spending a good 20 minutes comparing different ones and sizes, wanting to find one that would match him the closest, which I know is a tad bit fucked up. But god I wanted him then so much. I knew I couldn’t jeopardize everything for us, didn’t think he really felt the same. Even if he knew then would we have been able to handle it? Over the last 3 years we have made huge strides in our partnership. Ones where before would have been demands of changing who we fundamentally are as people, but now those idoscrinies are something that we cherish about the other. A mutual acceptance of the other, this is who I am and it is a take it or leave it, and we both know we want to take it as far for as long as we can. I lean up on my tiptoes brushing my lips under his ear.

“I wanted one that would match you” as I slide back down resumming unbuttoning his shirt the smirk on my face can’t be missed.

He groans as he reaches forward slipping my skirt down along with my panties, I struggle with my blouse for just a second before he is unclasping my bra. He lifts me up in his arms, so effortlessly. Normally I would hate a man doing this, but with him it shows his love and devotion. He places my naked body on the bed and starts to let his lips decent on a path of his choosing. He knows exactly how to suck bite and tease every part of me, even if it’s only been a few months together. His body is also naked against mine, the hairs on his legs brushing against mine and I sigh in contentment. His fingers find my inner thighs and he takes his time massaging the skin, his lips find home sucking and biting both of my nipples alternating between them and then his tongue is slowly moving down to my stomach while his fingers brush my center. He parts me and I moan and wither a bit beneath him. The anticipation of this always shudders me to the core. He is of course wonderful at this, and as he smiles at me right before his head disappears between my thighs I want to scream as he licks me and sucks my clit into his mouth. He strokes me and it doesn’t take long before I’m panting and begging him not to stop. My release is fast and I’m practically gushing into his mouth while he moves his hand to gather my juices as he presses his fingers into my ass, god the pressure with the pleasure of his mouth still on me is euphoric. I’m panting his name as he pulls me to be on top of him. He is covering the dildo in lube and making sure to cover my ass as well. He is moving slowly, he double checks with me again as he holds his cock in one hand at my entrance. I nod eagerly awaiting him. I am not disappointed in any way he is smooth in a solid up stroke he is completely engulfed in me. I sigh happily. He pumps in and out at a slow pace, letting me feel every ridge of his cock as he slides in and out. He is waiting for just a moment for me to relax against him as he slides just the tip of the dildo into my ass. I whimper at the pressure but between his cock and the dildo the pleasure that is shooting through my body is undeniable. I’ve already come once for him, and the building of the second might be the best one I’ve ever experienced. He pushes just a little more of the dildo inside and I moan his name into the hair. Because he spent so much time getting me ready all that fills my brain is intense pleasure. When I did this in college it wasn’t nearly this good. Sure it was still fun, the man I was with teased my clit while he pumped my ass. But I’ve never had both a dildo and a cock before and while I am definitely enjoying every moment of this, the intensity is almost overwhelming. Mulder seems to notice my discomfort and slows his thrusts down. He is panting and I can tell from the way he has stretched me he is pretty close, he is still moving slowly in and out but has stopped moving the dildo.

“Are you? Should I..?”

I look at him and shift slightly sending the dildo deeper into me and I can’t help the scream that bubbles to the surface. My eyes go wide for a second and I slam myself down on Mulders cock as I come so hard I think I might pass out. Mulder is a little stunned and groans deeply before he lets himself go, pumping into me without mercy as he moves the dildo back and forth at a slower pace. I can’t help put dig my nails into his shoulder as my orgasm takes hold and clenches down like a vice on his cock. I’m moaning his name incoherently and I feel him pound one last time and release into me. I want to lay back and recover and I squeeze his shoulder so he can take the dildo out as I collapse back onto the bed. Sweat is shining on both our skins and I’m still seeing spots. I pull him into my arms moving my body so that I can be cradled in his side.

“Mulder,” I mutter barely able to move as I feel the stickiness between my legs.

“Jesus, Scully.. We can’t.. That was just a little too intense…” I nod eagerly against him.

“I enjoyed it but it’s definitely not something I think we should do a lot of,” he rubs his face

“at the end.. I just I didn’t have enough control.. And fuck I could have really hurt you.”

he looks at me with a level of fear I have seen only a few times in the years together. I lean up and kiss him

“Mulder,” I turn his face to meet mine.

“I wanted this, and you could never hurt me,” he cups my cheek the loving man as he leans forward and kisses me nice and slow. As our heart beats race down to a sedated level.

“Any other porn type activity that I need to worry about Scully?”

I can’t help but bite my lip and grin.

“You know we do have handcuffs,” his eyes shoot up to mine.

I can’t help the cheshire cat grin. He swallows hard,

“I don’t know if I can cuff you scully,” I scoff at him.

“Oh no Mulder, those cuffs are for you.”

My wicked smile gets a bubbled up laugh from him.

“You always keep me guessing Scully.”

I leaned forward tracing the scar on his shoulder from the bullet I put through him. “I always will.”

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