#lets play how much smut can you fit in a small drabble

[jeonginsleftcheek]

Untitled #1 (Hyunjin drabble)

pairing: hyunjin x afab!reader

genre: smut, fluff, headcanons

a/n: thoughts about hyunjin with a small chested reader🫶🏻 all titties are pretty and deserve love hehe🫶🏻

also this is really short, i'm working on 4 fics rn so i wanted to throw this in, i hope y'all like this hehe🩷

Hyunjin adores your small titties, he thinks they're so adorable and pretty.

He loves how he can fit them both in one hand and squeeze them together like that.

"My boobs are so small."- you pout, and Hyunjin looks at you. "And? Mine are too."- he says without blinking and you burst out laughing at your sweet boyfriend.

The first time you had sex, you were ready for a look of disappointment when you take off your shirt, but in Hyunjin's eyes there was nothing but love and lust as he immediately attached his lips to your chest and started giving your breasts love.

He always encourages you not to wear a bra even when you felt shy about it, thinking that you would look flat, he reassured you that you would look beautiful no matter what.

He buys you cute little tops and spaghetti dresses that you can wear without a bra and his cock twitches when he can see your perky nipples poking through the material.

"Babe, did you know small tits are more sensitive?"- Hyunjin comes up to you one day after reading that online. It doesn't matter if it's an actual fact or not because he wants to test it out.

Hyunjin will worship your tits for so long that your nipples will become sore and tender, your cunt dripping and clenching for him.

He always tells you how beautiful you are and how pretty your breasts are and how perfect they are to him.

He loves sucking on them, taking as much of your little titty in his mouth as he can because he just loves his mouth stuffed with them.

He will cup them and squeeze them with one hand, leaning in to lick at both your nipples at the same time, giving you double stimulation and driving you crazy.

Hyunjin really loves playing with your nipples, pinching them and pulling on them gently, flicking them with his tongue and ofcourse kissing them.

Sometimes he does it just for comfort, it doesn't have to be sexual.

But every time you make love, he pays attention to your cute titties, be it with his hands or his mouth.

Sucks little love bites into the flesh next to your nipple, marking your tits as only his to play with.

Sometimes, before he cums, Hyunjin pulls out of you and kneels over you, jerking off and letting his cum drop on your tits. The sight of them covered in his pleasure make him feel weak for you.

When you cuddle, his hands sneak into your shirt and he squeezes your breasts, his fingers gently playing with your sensitive nipples, gradually making you more wet.

He massages them whenever you sit together in the bath, you between his legs and his arms around you, his hands on your chest. It gets you hot and bothered so he lets one of his hands slide between your legs.

When you sleep, if he's spooning you or has his head on your shoulder, his hand is always resting on your breast, squeezing occasionally.

Hyunjin always has to have his hands on your tits, no matter what you're doing. You used to be insecure about their size but the excessive amount of love and admiration your lover has for them and for you, made you feel comfortable in your body and love yourself more.

"If you really want bigger titties, I can make you a mommy so they grow?"- he bats his eyelashes at you and you're tempted to actually let him do just that.

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[bonny-kookoo]

More someone older smut drabble pls

When he wakes up, he feels somewhat.. anxious?

He slowly sits up in his bed to look around, checking the digital clock next to his bed on the small table twice just to make sure that he's truly not asleep anymore. Because this- just doesn't feel quite real.

There's faint music playing in his home, outside the bedroom. The smell of something cooking fills the room as well, dishes clattering a bit in the sink in the kitchen. He knows it must be you- he's aware that you're staying with him after all. But still.

This feels too much like his mind making things up.

The bedroom door opens slowly, your head poking in, before you realize he's awake. "Oh, you're up." You say, entering more openly now. "I hope I didn't wake you."

"Why did you get up without me?" He wonders, feet meeting the floor as he's moved to sit on the edge of the bed, making you giggle as you sit down on the bed on your knees.

"Cause.. I wasn't tired anymore." You shrug, reaching out to somewhat tame his slightly wild bedhead. "And I thought you might appreciate breakfast?"

"I do appreciate that." He smiles, before he catches you off guard by tugging on your arm and making you lay down, before he positions himself over you. "But you could've also woken me up." He chuckles before pecking your lips once.

"But you were sleeping so tight." You say. "Looked like you were dreaming."

"Hm.. I was." He agrees, kisses moving to your neck. "Of you."

"Oh?" You wonder, stretching your arms above your head for a second. "What were you dreaming of?" You ask.

"Things I'd love to make a reality one day." He purrs against your skin, before he releases you again. 'I'll shower real quick, alright?" He tells you, before he pecks your lips once more and leaves into the bathroom to shower-

And you're honestly not sure what makes you feel so bold.

Maybe it's that feeling of safety you have with him, this odd sense of security here in his home, as if nothing can really harm you in here. So when you move to enter the bathroom as well, shower already running with him inside, you don't feel any sort of hesitation as you shed your clothes and join him beneath the warm water.

It's a sight that easily makes him stir alive, remnants of his dream revived as he watches the water pearl down your skin. The way you easily touch and kiss him is making his head spin, making him forget about your past hesitation in its entirety.

This is how it's supposed to be. Easy, simple. No worries about what might be the best thing to do.

Just existing.

Your hand on him makes him gasp into your mouth, a sound you eagerly swallow, his back hitting the tiled wall of the shower. He manages to turn the steady stream of water up ahead a bit lower as you fall to your knees, the anti slip mat on the shower floor cushioning them quite a bit as you work on him.

It's now what his dream was about- but he's sure he could never come up with a scene as serene as this anyways, imagination not advanced enough to even think of this potentially happening.

Just like back at your place before, this time once more he's a slave to your actions. It's causing his mind to go blank at the way your tongue runs over the head of his cock, beckoning him further and further towards his release. And then your hands join in to hold and touch what you can't fit, effortlessly making the muscles in his thighs spasm as he spills inside your mouth with his head thrown back against the tiles of the shower, a hand in your hair.

He can't let this stand.

And he doesnt- returning the favor shamelessly so with both his hands and mouth, eagerly devouring you as his first breakfast before he later on sits at the table in the kitchen to eat his actual one, conversation innocent enough to mask over the things that went down not even long enough ago to dry your hair fully.

If this is a dream, he doesn't want to wake up. If all the Christmas decor and your words about baking later are lies, he doesn't want to hear the truth.

He wants to stay like this-

And he'll do anything to make it work.

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Rubrum

Pairings: Drilla “Dan” Moloney x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 551 words

Warnings: +18 smut, explicit adult content and language, mild degradation, public sex, dirty talk.

A/N: This will probably get zero interactions, however, I needed to at least get it out of my system. Even if it was a small drabble.

Tags: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @daddyhausen , @melissahausen , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @bayleymania , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @moxkindagirl , @sunshinevirus , @im-just-a-mississippi-girl , @ripleyswhore

Beneath the red lighting, the dirty mirror had a foggy reflection. The smoke of his cigarette being blown against the skin of your neck added a much-needed warmth to your body. His hands traveled up your torso, soon closing around your covered breasts and squeezing the soft flesh with his calloused fingers.

His chest was pressed against your back, and his grunts filled up the bathroom as you circled your hips around his clothed erection. Upon the half-lit mirror, your reflections danced as your bodies moved to the rhythm of the music playing in the pub’s speakers.

“Pull it up” Dan whispered against your ear, toying with the hem of your vinyl skirt before tossing the cigarette bud over his shoulder. One of his tanned hands closed around your hip, squeezing the soft flesh and reveling in the feeling of it filling up his hand, as the other locked on your hair, tugging at the scalp until your eyes met in the mirror.

“Keep looking at me, just like that. I want to see your face as you take every inch of my cock”.

The hand against your hip quickly traveled down to push your purple lace thong to the side, holding it in place as he aimed his tip against your entrance. “Don’t move!” Dan gave a warning tug on your hair before slowly entering you.

“Fuck” You whisper, grabbing onto the sink for some kind of support. “Slow, please”, Your hand reached back to hold onto his hair, “I want to feel every inch of you inside of me”.

His animalistic growl rumbled against your ear “Feeling greedy, aren’t we? My Munkie wants to be filled with cock?”.

Dan’s teeth closed around your ear lobe as you nodded in response. “I want all of it”

“I’ll give you all of it” He sank deeper into you, pushing your body closer to the sink, making you moan.

“How can I say no to that? I can’t. Munks always gets what she wants” Dan laid an open mouth kiss on your cheek before he continued “That tight cunt is so fucking perfect. No matter how much I fuck it, it’s always so tight and wet for me. Fuck, you’re perfect”.

His dark brown eyes were fixed on your reflection at the same time his hand let go of your hair to close around your neck, “So fucking beautiful” Dan praised, your back arching to fit more of him.

His hand traveled forward stopping at your bundle of nerves, he circled around the engorged flesh with a grunt, “See what you do to me, Munkie? You make me so fucking hard for you”.

Your legs trembled from pleasure, your mouth hung open in a silent ‘o’ shape, and your hand closed around Dan’s hair to pull his face closer to yours. Turning your face to the side, you pulled him down for a heated kiss.

“You’re mine, all mine”. He whispered against your parted lips before kissing it again. His warm saliva touched your taste buds as a glob of spit fell onto your tongue. Your wicked smile made his cock throb, “Fuck me like a plaything, sir. Your plaything”.

The last thing you saw before your face was pressed against the mirror was the satisfied smirk plastered on Dan’s lips.

[hongcherry]

Helllooooo !!! How are you ? Hope you're doing good !

I've read your writings and DAYUMN ! YOU'RE THE BEST! All your stories got me really good and I love it ! and here I just want to ask for a request if it's still open :') Jimin x reader oneshot/drabble something like friends to lovers, reader's first time but she's not innocent coz she read spicy books. maybe like she's reading a spicy chapter and tend to ask about it with him and it led to confessions, dom!jm & aftercare (like detailed aftercare). you can make it how explicit you want 🤸‍♀️ You're so good in writing so i thought should ask for a smut :') I'm sorry and thank you in advance

📖 Pairing: bestFriend!Jimin x Reader (afab)

📖 Rating/Genres/AUs: M(18+); Smut, fluff; Best friends to lovers

📖 Warnings: Reader's a virgin, protected sex, p in v, soft sex, thigh riding, fingering, aftercare, pet names (kitten), breast play

📖 Word Count: 3.4k

📖 Betas: @wooahaeproductions and @the-boy-meets-evil, thank you both for looking it over and giving me your thoughts on the fic! 🥰

📖 Author's Note: Awh, anon, thank you so much for reading my works! I really love knowing people enjoy my writing style! I apologize for the long wait. I hope you like it 😊

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He runs his hands over my bare chest.  His touch is gentle, and I can feel my skin light on fire. Even though the fire burns, I can’t get enough of it.  I grab his hand and press it harder against my breast, moaning into the kiss at the feeling. All my thoughts are about him. It’s just me and him in this small world.

“That’s so cheesy,” you huff to yourself.

“What’s so cheesy?”

You jump at the sound of your best friend’s voice.

“When did you get up?” you ask as you try to calm your racing heart. You slot your bookmark in your book before closing it.

Jimin glances down at the title and smirks. “Another one of your romance novels? What’s this one about? Poor girl finds rich prince and they live happily ever after?”

Jimin’s wearing a tight-fit shirt that has your eyes averting quickly.

You had never thought of Jimin in that way until recently. You’re noticing the little things of his physique. Like the way his muscles flex whenever he rakes his fingers through his hair, or how his thighs look huge in those stupid skinny jeans he likes to wear.

“No,” you argue. “But even if it was, that trope is still golden.”

“It’s cliche,” he retorts while grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.

“Not all cliches are bad,” you respond.

Jimin smiles as if he knows something you don’t.

“Whatever,” you lamely reply. “Thank me for letting you spend the night then get out.”

“Kicking me out so soon? Is your book that good?” He grins like he knows your dirty secrets.

Your cheeks heat as you’re reminded of the intimate scene you stopped at. You push aside the thoughts trying to invade your mind.

“A lot better than bickering with you,” you huff.

“Let me stay longer and I’ll pay for lunch,” he bargains.

Sighing, you agree. There’s no true reason to kick him out besides wanting to finish your book in peace. Though, Jimin’s usually good at becoming a fly on the wall once he gets situated. You figure you just need to wait twenty minutes and then you’ll both be doing your own things.

As you expected, you and Jimin are sitting on the couch thirty minutes later. He’s scrolling aimlessly through his phone, while you’re engulfed in your book.

His hands grip my hips tightly as I roll them along his thigh. Each glide has my clit brushing his muscles, and my moans don’t seem to stop. “Look at you,” he murmurs. “Getting all worked up over my thigh.”

Does that actually feel good?

“Does what actually feel good?” Jimin asks.

If you were in an animated show, you’re sure you’d be the cat that leaped fifteen feet in the air after being startled.

“What?” you question, heartbeat picking up.

“What’s supposed to feel good?” he rephrases.

“It’s nothing,” you try to dismiss, but Jimin doesn’t let you. In one swift motion, he’s plucking the novel out of your hands and scanning the page quickly.

Jimin’s eyes widen slightly at the words, then glances at you. He looks shocked to see you reading something so vulgar. Though that expression soon turns into something more mischievous.

“You’re reading this while I’m sitting next to you?” he observes.

Your face warms. It was no big deal. It’s just a book. Sure, it’s more scandalous than others, but it’s still just a book.

You shrug to act as if you’re unbothered.

Jimin smiles and hands you back the book.

You take it slowly, eyes staring at his face to see what he’s thinking.

“Don’t let me stop you then,” he says before picking up his phone again. He contorts his face back in a neutral expression—giving you the impression he doesn’t care about your spicy novel anymore.

Inhaling deeply, you look at your book; however, it’s hard to continue reading.

No matter how hard you try, you end up reading the same sentence over and over again. Damn you for thinking out loud accidentally.

You finally give up trying and look at your best friend.

“Does it really feel good to rub yourself on someone’s leg? Like, that just sounds silly,” you blurt suddenly.

Jimin’s eyes flick up from his screen.

“How should I know?” he asks.

“Aren’t you experienced or something?” you scoff, recalling his several one-night stand stories.

“I am, but you should ask someone who would be in your position.”

You hum in thought.

You’ve been best friends with Jimin for years and have talked about sex multiple times. Although it’s usually him doing the talking since you’ve never had it before.

Maybe it’s time to finally take advantage of the fact your best friend is a guy. You could learn a thing or two that could help you in the future.

“Okay, then answer this: Do guys actually find it attractive when girls squirt?” you wonder. You remember reading something about it in the last novel you picked up.

Jimin’s eyes go wide again. “Why are you suddenly asking me these kind of questions?”

“Well, you know… I’ve never done it, and I’m curious about stuff,” you begin to say. “You have experience, so you can help provide some insight. I might be less awkward when I finally do it.”

He blinks a few times then adjusts himself on the couch—appearing less stunned than a few seconds ago.

“Alright, I’ll answer your questions,” he announces.

You smile, grateful he’s not making fun of you or rejecting your request. You’re more comfortable asking him these questions than some random person on the street.

“Start with the one I just asked,” you remind.

“The answer is yes,” he simply replies.

“Really? Why? You just get soaked with… liquid.”

Jimin chuckles softly.

“It’s hot,” he shrugs.

“Hmph, okay,” you trail off as you think of your next one. 

“So, you’ve had someone rub against your thigh?” you ask, still caught up with the events in your book.

“Actually, no,” he chuckles.

Your eyes widen. “Really?!”

He laughs. “Just because I’ve had sex before, doesn’t mean I’ve tried everything.”

“So,” you say slowly, “you don’t know if it feels good.”

Jimin watches you attentively. He’s quiet for a few seconds too long but finally replies.

“Why don’t you try it yourself?”

You scoff. “And who am I supposed to try it with? I guess I could use a pillow…”

“Try it with me.”

Your heart drops.

Did he just suggest you two…

“You’re kidding,” you state.

He shakes his head. “No, I’m serious. We've both never tried it, and since you’re so curious about it, might as well. You’re safe with me, remember?”

He had a point. You could see what this whole “thigh riding” hype was about with someone you could trust.

The big issue with this was trying to keep your feelings at bay. Day by day, they’ve been getting stronger. And part of you wasn’t sure if it was pure lust, or if you genuinely had feelings beyond friendship. Perhaps this was your chance to find out.

“What if I don’t like it?”

“Then we’ll stop.”

“What if you don’t like it?”

“Then we’ll stop,” he repeats. “We’re both in a safe environment. No judgment. No teasing. We’re just trying something new together.”

“Okay,” you say. “Let’s try it.”

Jimin gives you a reassuring smile and situates himself better on the couch for you. Once he’s done, he gestures to come. The new position has them looking thicker, already igniting something in your lower belly.

You’ve felt it before while reading your books, but this time felt more intense.

You slowly make your way toward him. As soon as you’re within reach, he places his hands on your hips and rubs at them soothingly.

“Let’s take these off, okay?” Jimin suggests and tugs on the waistband of your shorts.

“Okay,” you agree softly, pushing the clothing down your legs until you’re left in your basic tee and underwear.

Jimin smiles at you, easing your nerves.

“Now, sit,” he says while tapping one of his thighs.

Nodding, you straddle the thigh he gestured to. Though rather than actually sitting, you hover above it.

Jimin places his hands gently on your hips and lowers you all the way down.

You expect to feel sparks in your body, but there’s nothing. It’s not as described in your book.

“You need to move, silly,” Jimin instructs softly. There’s no mockery in his tone; he’s just keeping the tone light to not scare you away.

“I—I’m not sure how,” you mumble, placing your hands on his shoulders.

Jimin nods and then pulls your hips forward once then backward.

The act causes your clit to be brushed, making your mouth fall open slightly. It takes Jimin to guide your hips a few more times until you’re getting the hang of it.

You’re slowly rolling your hips against his leg, hitting your sensitive area so much that you’ve started breathing heavily.

“How does it feel?” Jimin asks gently.

“G-good,” you reply. You’re beginning to understand how your character feels in the book.

“What about now?” he asks, and then he’s tensing his muscles.

You let out a small gasp at the new feeling and instantly grind harder. Your hands glide down his chest, feeling his toned torso before gripping the ends of the material. You clutch it tighter–anchoring yourself to him.

Jimin simply smiles at your reaction, continuing to clench and unclench his muscles until you’re whining something too low for him to understand.

“What is it?” he coos.

“I-I need more,” you speak louder, legs growing tired; however, the addiction to the feeling forces you to keep going.

“More?” Jimin repeats as he thinks about what you mean. “Oh.”

“Please, Jiminie,” you plead.

Jimin’s breath hitches at the look you give him.

“Are you sure? You want me to be your first?” he asks.

You nod frantically. “I feel safe with you.”

“Okay,” he says quietly before lifting you off him.

You whine again, but Jimin shushes you gently as he readjusts you on the couch so your back is pressed into the cushions. Jimin spots the wet patch on your underwear, smiling at seeing how worked up you got over riding his thigh. Gradually, he starts to remove your panties.

He bites his lips at your wet core, trying to suppress a moan. Jimin slowly runs his fingers through your slick folds, which causes your hips to buck once. He does this twice more to ensure his fingers are coated thoroughly with your arousal. Then, he’s rubbing your clit with his other hand as he gradually pushes one finger into your tight hole.

You gasp, walls tightening around his digit briefly before you’re mentally telling yourself to relax. You’ve touched yourself before, but it’s different when it’s coming from someone else.

Jimin’s soon inserting a second finger, then a third when you’re ready. Each finger stretches you out more than the last. He unhurriedly pumps his fingers, fingers rubbing your walls delightfully. He curls his fingers and brushes against a spot that has you gasping.

“Already doing so well for me,” he murmurs. 

His fingers begin to slide faster, rubbing the same spot until you’re moaning his name with shaky legs. You feel your walls grip his fingers, but before anything else happens, Jimin pulls away.

“Sorry, kitten, but I didn’t want you to come just yet,” he smiles, then stands from the couch.

You watch with rapt attention as he strips his lower half. The size of his cock has your eyes widening. It seems too big to fit, and there’s a small part of you that’s scared it’ll hurt.

Jimin senses your worry. “I’ll go slow. Just tell me if it hurts, okay?”

“O-okay,” you agree.

“Good,” he replies, then takes out a condom from his wallet that was on the coffee table, and slides it on. You’re not too surprised he has one with him. 

While he does this, you sit up slightly and remove your shirt and bra.

Jimin eyes you, gaze roaming your bare body.

“Fuck, you’re so stunning,” he groans slightly and leans down. 

His lips meet yours in a languid kiss, gently parting your lips with his tongue. With his mouth still against yours, he pushes you back down onto the couch.

He settles himself between your legs, adjusting you slightly to accommodate him. Your arms wrap around his neck while he props himself up on either side of your head.

Jimin travels one hand down your chest and massages one of your breasts. You moan into the kiss, arching your back into his hand. He pinches your nipple carefully, causing you to squirm slightly.

Jimin chuckles, pulling away for a small breather, but then he’s on your mouth again.

Though you don’t mind. Jimin’s lips are addicting, and you could easily kiss him for the rest of the day.

His hand moves to your other breasts, groping and pinching while he kisses your lips swollen.

The need between your legs is growing. It almost makes you delirious with how badly you need him inside you.

“Please,” you plea softly against his lips.

He nods, pulls away from the kiss, and glides his hand down your body until it’s on his cock.

Jimin rubs his dick between your folds a couple of times before aligning the tip with your entrance. Ever so gracefully, he’s pushing the head inside, watching the way your pussy stretched for him.

You whimper, tightening your hold.

“Shh, just relax. I just need you to relax and breathe,” Jimin instructs softly.

You nod and do as he says. Jimin pushes in further, gradually inserting more of his length until he’s filled you up with everything he has.

He remains still, murmuring encouraging words and kissing you softly to distract you from any pain you feel.

After a while, you tell him to move. The feeling of his cock gliding against your walls has you seeing stars. The pain from the stretch has left and been replaced with pure pleasure.

Jimin takes his time with you. He’s moving so carefully that you reassure him he can move a little faster. So he does. He increases his speed, but it’s still at a pace that won’t hurt you. Just enough for you to feel more.

“How are you doing?” he asks, breathing heavier than before.

“S-so full,” you mumble. “This feels so good. You feel so good.”

Jimin smiles and pecks your lips. “You feel good, too.”

You grin back. Something in your chest blooms at his praise. You like knowing you’re making him feel just as good as he’s making you feel.

Jimin leans down to place open-mouth kisses against your neck. He continues to rock his hips as he sucks and nips on your skin. His tongue laps against those areas to soothe them before he moves to the next. 

After a while, he moves away from your neck and snakes a hand between your bodies to rub your clit.

“Oh!” you exclaim, head pressing against the cushions roughly. The act makes the knot in your tummy tighter. Your legs begin to shake as your walls contract around his length.

“I-I think I’m close,” you say.

“Just relax and let go, kitten. I’m right here. I’ve got you,” Jimin reassures and increases the movements of his hips and fingers.

You close your eyes, mind zeroing in on the pleasure he’s inflicting on your body. The pleasing stretch of your pussy, the rubbing of his cock against your walls, the quick circles on your clit. It all pushes you over the edge.

Jimin curses under his breath as you climax around him. You’re shuddering under him; his name falling heavenly from your mouth. Jimin can’t last any longer and comes with you, filling the condom with his seed.

You hold onto Jimin as you slowly come down from your high. Sweat coats both your bodies, both breathing heavily from the intensity of it all. After a while, Jimin carefully pulls out.

You whine at the feeling, but Jimin eases you with a few rubs on your thigh.

Jimin leaves to discard the condom in the bathroom. You hear the water running and the sound begins to lull you to sleep. However, just as you’re teetering on the edge, Jimin’s picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom.

You see he’s drawn a bath for you both.

He slips you in first, then follows suit. He sits behind you while you sit between his legs—back against his chest.

The warm water feels good on your aching muscles. You didn’t even realize how sore you feel until now.

It’s silent for a long time, but just being near Jimin feels nice. He started to massage your body, laying a few kisses here and there as time passes.

You’re the first to break the silence.

“Thank you.”

“What for?” he asks.

“For letting me try new things with you.”

He chuckles. “Well, what did you conclude? Does thigh riding feel good?”

“It did,” you murmur, “but what came after felt better.”

You half expect him to make an egotistical joke, but he doesn’t.

“I agree,” he smiles and pecks your neck.

“Do you feel awkward with me now?” you wonder. The idea of ruining a great friendship just so you could “try things out,” makes your mouth taste sour.

“No, I feel,” he pauses, “I feel closer to you.”

You glance back at him, causing his hands to slowly fall away from your body.

“Closer as friends or,” you trail off.

Jimin smiles shyly, eyes glancing away briefly. You admit that the idea of being with Jimin in a romantic way has crossed your mind before, but you never let it linger. It’s never been something you really wanted. However, you know if you actually sat down and considered it, it’d solidify the idea more. Right now you were fine with being friends.

Though, if the opportunity to be more ever arose…

“Do you like me, Jimin?” you ask.

Jimin’s eyes grow at your question. “Of course I do! This didn’t change anyth—”

“As more than friends?” you clarify.

He’s quiet again. You think you’ll have to ask again, but he finally speaks. “I think I’m starting to feel that way.”

Although you like the response, you wonder if he would feel the same if he hadn’t just had sex with you.

“Was the sex that good?” you tease, trying to get your answer in a discreet way.

Jimin shakes his head instantly. “No—I mean, yes. It was amazing, but I didn’t grow those feelings because of it. I—I started to like you more than a friend a few weeks ago.”

“Oh?” you express, half surprised and half relieved.

Jimin runs a hand through his hair nervously. “It was when you bought all those donuts for that group of high schoolers.”

You laugh and raise your brows. “Seriously?”

He shrugs sheepishly.

“That’s sweet,” you comment and lean back against him. This time, you rub his thighs soothingly. There’s no sexual intent behind your actions, just want to repay for the massage from earlier.

“Would you want to try to be something more?” he asks, hands resting on your sides.

There’s a fear that it won’t work out and your friendship will be over. However, you’ve already done something that could terminate your friendship. You’ve heard of exes staying friends, so maybe you and Jimin could be like that if things didn’t work out.

Jimin is a great guy. He’s caring, thoughtful, and loyal. Plus, he’s handsome and attractive. Even his “red flags” aren’t necessarily evil–unless you consider leaving the toilet seat up evil. There aren’t many reasons to deny him. Again, it’s not that you didn’t like him like that.

So, with a smile on your face, you nod. “Yes, I’d like that.”

“I’m glad to hear,” Jimin says. You can tell by his cheery tone that he’s grinning like you.

“So, maybe next weekend can be our first date as a couple?” he asks. “If that’s too fast, just tell me.”

You giggle and shake your head. “Next weekend sounds perfect.”

Jimin hums, turning you carefully so you’re facing him. Then, he’s pressing his lips against yours in a sweet kiss.

You have a feeling you’re going to fall for Park Jimin embarrassingly fast.

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[riddle-me-ri]

I love how you write Jervis! How do you think Arkhamverse Jervis would react to coming home to find his s/o dressed as Alice? NSFW please! It can be a fic, drabble, or hcs, entirely up to you. Hope you’re well!

A/N: Aww, thank you so much! That means a lot! Ohohoho anon he'd absolutely love that…I decided to go with a fic, because my mind went bbrrrr and just did it’s own thing. This is definitely the most filthiest thing I’ve ever written..so uhh you’re welcome and sorry? I also decided to also include a request for arkhamverse Jervis with the smut prompt; "Does it feel good when I touch you like this?" because…it seemed to fit for the scenario at play here at least to me hehe hope you don't mind!

Trigger Warning: explicit sexual content; unprotected sexual intercourse (reader has gn pronouns but fem parts like breasts and vagina), food play, table sex, dress up (reader is dressed as Alice, you are Alice, Jervis calls you Alice, if that bothers you I recommend you don’t read), roleplaying? And mention or allusions to a breeding kink?

Word Count: 2.2 k (it’s worth it..maybe I hope lol)

Arkhamverse Mad Hatter x Reader - A Mad Tea Party

"Darling? My dear, where are you? Are you here?" 

"I'm in here!" You softly called out, in a slightly higher pitched voice.

You had to get into character after all. 

Jervis’ eyebrows shot up, surprised. He wasn’t prepared for that shift in your voice. You definitely had his curiosity now. He continued to follow your voice like a white rabbit. 

When he finally saw you, he was frozen in place just before the threshold of the dining room. 

“Oh…Oh my…” 

Jervis’ eyes raked up and down your body. His eyes sparkled in delight as he slowly began regaining feeling in his legs and feet to move closer to you. 

You were adorned in a blue dress that ended just above the knees with puffy sleeves that ended at your elbows and revealed your shoulders. You also wore sleek white leggings and a pair of black Mary Janes. You topped off the look with a cute little black headband with a bow planted in the middle of the headband. 

“Oh, Mr. Hatter! You arrived just in time!” You walked up to him with a bright sweet smile. “The tea party is just about to start!” 

Your nerves were vibrating with excitement. You had spent so much time preparing this very moment. From the pastries, to the tea, to the table setting, and not to mention the Alice get-up. 

Now all your hard work is finally going to pay off. 

You lead him to an empty chair before sitting in your own chair across from him. It was a simple table with a light pink tablecloth. 

Jervis is still trying to catch his brain up to what is occuring. His eyes are still glistening in absolute giddiness. Oh, he always knew you were the perfect Alice. He always knew it and you are just confirming it for him. 

Just when he thinks he could not love and desire you more than he already did. 

Jervis looked down and noticed you cutting up a small cake and putting them on a glass plate. You handed him his plate and he gladly took it, but not without lingering his hand over yours for a moment. 

It wasn’t until that moment when Jervis realized…other than two plates, two teacups, a teapot and a few saucers…there wasn’t any cutlery aside from your knife. Even if it was just a table to two…how could you make do with no silverware. 

“Oh dear…” You pretended to pout, complete with a poked out bottom lip and your hands on your hips. “How rude…it’d seem our knives, spoons, and forks have been swiped. Now, why would anyone or…maybe anything do such a thing?” 

Jervis chuckled. “It does seem something is amiss, but not to worry, my dear. We shall find an alternative to enjoy this dish.” 

“Oh, how so, Mr. Hatter?” 

"Now bear with me, my dear Alice…this is a grave example of the most..uncouth table manners, but hopefully this way will suffice." 

Jervis took off his fingerless gloves and cupped the pastry into his hand. 

You were just letting things happen naturally, hoping that things would end where you hoped they'd go. You knew your role and your goal…now it's just a matter of getting there by playing along with Jervis. 

The last thing you expected was for him to hand feed you. You couldn't deny the way your heart skipped a beat at the notion. To have his warm calloused hand so close to your face and intimately adored by your mouth…

You made quick work of the tiny slice. Not too quick to be scolded for eating like a pig but enough to get to your main destination. 

You began licking up what frosting and crumbs were nestled in between the lines of his palm. The soft groans that left under Jervis' breath made your knees curl in on themselves as you scooted further off your chair. 

Once the palm of his hand was clean, you moved your attention to his fingers. There was practically little to no more cake left, but you couldn’t resist. You licked and swirled your tongue around his index and middle finger before opening your lips to allow them into your mouth. 

Jervis’ eyes widened, before they lowered as he hummed, amusingly. Jervis curled his fingers, slightly pushed them in every time you suckled on the digits. You did this with the rest of his fingers as well. 

Suddenly, you released his fingers with an audible pop between your lips. 

“Oh my,” you giggled. “That was um…quite something.” 

You let his hand go, trying not to get too disappointed in the loss of contact. 

“I suppose it’s only fair I come closer…” You offered as you hed the dessert delicately between your hands like you were cupping the last bit of water. 

You walked daintly around the round table like you were balancing on a tightrope. You stood in front of him, with your back against the table.

Jervis stood up from his seat, his one hand holding your hands and the cake in place. While the other he used to smudge some icing on his fingers. 

The icing was much cooler on your flesh than you had expected, given the warm temperature of the room and the heat from Jervis’ skin causing it to slightly melt on his fingers. Jervis painted the top of your chest with the icing before he licked it off. Casually, he nibbled your skin here and there and suckled where parts of the icing refused to be devoured. 

Your breathing became labored and heavy, you whined in a high pitch tone whenever he pricked your skin with his teeth unknowingly. It was getting more and more difficult to keep up the role of an innocent curious person when all you really wanted was to absolutely ravish this man. 

There wasn’t much left of the cake, mostly crumbs on the plate and along your upper body. Your chest was sticky with frosting and Jervis’ saliva.

You were still rendered stunned and breathless. Your mind was scrambling to find the appropriate dialogue to continue this scenario you’re playing out. 

“M-Mr. Hatter, don’t forget we also have tea…” You sighed as you looked over to your side at the teapot and teacup. 

However, before you could maneuver your way to get the tea. A hand cupped your chin and stopped you from turning around. Jervis’ thumb caressed your chin from side to side.

“Oh, no, no, no, my dear Alice, here allow me.” He offered.  

Jervis leaned into you further, your chests met as he poured the cup of tea over your shoulder. When the tea was poured, he slowly backed away from you, but only so he could bring the cup up to his lips. 

How you yearned to be a porcelain teacup in that very moment. 

Jervis sipped the tea but did not drink it yet. You didn’t notice this until his thumb gently parted your lips before colliding his lips with yours. 

A warm liquid soon flooded your mouth. When you gasp in surprise, some tea cascaded down your chin and neck. You made sure to drink whatever tea stayed in your mouth, casually sucking on Jervis’ tongue too which tasted sweet with cake but slightly bitter with tea. 

Jervis was quick to also lick and suckle on the tea that you missed much like the cake before. 

Your legs were getting wobbly and you felt light headed. You braced yourself on Jervis’ shoulders as you decided to sit down on the table. 

“A-Apologies,” you panted. “I-I was feeling lightheaded.” 

Jervis chuckled deeply. One hand on your cheek and the other was slowly leaving feather-light touches along your leg. The hand on your leg, slowly pushing your skirt up on the table, revealing more of your legs and…the lack of underwear you wore. 

Jervis gasped softly. “Oh…naughty, naughty, Alice. Does it feel good when I touch you like this?” 

“Y-Yes…” You sighed into his ear. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and you linked your ankles around his back as you crashed your lips against his once more. Jervis made quick work to remove his trousers and underwear before his hands went back around your waist to hold you. 

Until one hand reaches for another small pastry behind you. 

You felt that familiar cool sticky feeling along the inside of your thighs. You gasped softly at the temperature drop and slick texture of the icing. The fingers coated in frosting soon met your slightly damp lips. Jervis swirled his finger between your folds, gathering your slick as well before he thrusted his finger inside of you. 

You choked on your words. Your brain short circuiting between his name and his alias. All you knew was that you wanted to whine out for more. 

He quickened his pace which caused you to become even more of a breathless mess. Your arms got weak like your legs and you fell flat on your back on top of the table. 

Finally, feeling that sweet friction you had been craving since the start. Until he abruptly, pulled his fingers out and stuck them in his mouth. Jervis sucked and licked his fingers diligently, making sure they were clean. 

Jervis chuckled softly, in pure glee. “You, my sweet, sweet Alice are sweeter than any pastry. Oh yes, better than any dessert or the perfect cup of tea!”

It was his turn for his breathing to be labored as he gently stroke his cock. He aimed his head at your entrance. 

“P-Please…” you weakly moaned out. “Oh, please…Mr. Hatter.”

Your back slightly bent upward at the swift pentration but the pressure of finally being filled made you see stars in the back of your vision. 

The room became a cacophony of moans, groans, and the clanking and clinking of plates, cups, and pots. The table even groaned at the weight of your bodies and Jervis’ fast thrusts. 

Jervis’ hands were steady kneading your chest through the fabric of the dress while you two remained in a heavy passionate exchange of kisses and tongues. Your legs grew weak again, slight tingling sensations from holding them up for so long. Jervis was quick to grip your thighs and keep them secured around him, not daring to have this delicious proximity broken. 

The skin along your neck, shoulder, and collar bone were being tickled by Jervis’ fanning pants. His thrusts were getting deeper, but slower almost as if he was hesitating both of your peaks. 

“Please…” He gulped some air, before he whispered in your ear. “Please, please, will you…won’t you…let me finish inside you? Please?” 

Jervis begging like that shouldn’t have made your heart skip a beat like that. He’s only ever asked once before, and you were just unsure of the outcome. However now in this moment, it was super hard to say no. Not to mention, you wanted to know what it would be like. 

“Yes…yes, you can. Just please…don’t stop.” You finally answered. 

If it were any other scenario, you’d find the way Jervis’ face lit up and his eyes gleamed to be adorable. Although, in this moment, it made him look unhinged. 

He finally went the speed you needed, the fast and thick friction as he entered every time, more deeper than the last it seemed. More glassware was likely being shattered on the floor, but that could be worried about at another time. 

Your muscles from your chest, to your stomach, to the tip of your fingers and toes began tightening. Each muscle being pulled by your nerves waiting to be sparked with pleasure. 

Your facade was long gone as you began choking between moans and gasps of his name. Jervis didn’t seem to mind though, if his heated kisses sparked by tiny bites and his quick thrusts were any indicator. 

Finally, the knot in your gut came unraveled. Your nerves finally lit in electrifying satisfying tingles all over your body. Your legs convulsed at the feeling, causing your grip around Jervis’ waist to tighten slightly. 

As your walls chocked Jervis’ cock as you orgasmed. Jervis was ready to reach his end as well, knowing that you were fully satisfied first. His head was still reeling you would let him cum in you. He never thought it would happen, all he wanted was to be closer to you than before. To be in you, be a part of you, you to have a part of him. 

Jervis stilled his motions as he let out a pathetic, tired groan. You inhaled sharply at the feeling of him filling you up. 

He leaned down and began planting soft kisses all along your temple and face. Reluctantly, he slowly pulled out causing you both to groan from the loss contact. You cried out lightly when you felt his fingers promptly push themselves back in and stay in. 

“I had to act in haste. We wouldn’t want any of this to go to waste.” 

You nodded as you laid your head back. You did all that you could to catch your breath and control your heartbeat. 

“I suppose we made quite the mess…” You muttered, as you noticed the lack of supplies on the table. 

Jervis snickered. “Nothing to worry about, my dear! It’ll all be ready next time you’re here!”

“The next time?” You inquired, genuinely, not in character. 

“Why of course! After all, it’s always tea time here, especially with you, Alice, my dear.”

[thirstyandbeautiful]

What about mafia daddies back in the days when they were still courting over baby but didn’t tell her and they see her clubbing with her friends and some guy is trying his luck with baby 😭 papi and daddy would have his head in a sec 🥵

Australian Daddies!Mafia AU The Courting Game

“We miss you.”

You rolled your eyes, but let them hear you giggle. Your men were so clingy, and while it probably would’ve been a turn off with any other men, it was such a turn on with the three of you. You could never get enough of them. You never wanted to get enough of them.

“We’re not even married yet, and the two of you are such goners.” You rubbed the pretty diamond clustered ring on your finger, pushing it around your digit with a brush of your thumb. 

Daniel hummed, “Not every lifetime you find your soulmate in not one, but two people.” 

You felt your heart twist, but kept it casual. You didn’t like having emotional outpourings when anyone could be listening. That was more Dan’s recklessness.

“Such a sap.” you teased as you pushed the breakfast tray further on to your dresser so it wouldn’t fall.

“That’s not even the worst of it.” Michael called from the background.

“Aye, shut it.” Daniel called back.

“No fighting when I’m not there.” You chastised them.

“We’re not fighting.” Daniel told you, “We just miss you.”

You wish they could’ve seen your puppy pouted face, you knew how cute they thought it was, “Where are you guys now?” 

“We left Austria this morning.” Michael called, his voice getting closer, “Now we’re in Ibiza.”

“Partying without me?” 

“No,” Daniel whined, “the group we’re meeting with suck. They just wanna meet tomorrow night at some club and then we can go home.”

Your eyes wandered over to the bag you had packed in the corner of the room, “Ah, a good faith meeting? Seeing if you can hang?”

You heard both of them groan, a chorus of exasperated sounds and agreement over how they just wanted to be home. You couldn’t have agreed more a few days ago, but since your latest plot, you just felt the excitement build inside you. 

“I wanted to tell them to fuck themselves, but-”

“We couldn’t pass them up,” Michael interrupted, the soft thud of Daniel being pushed away while he took the phone made you smile, “but we’ll be back in time to spoil you around lunchtime tomorrow.”

You checked the time and answered quickly, “Promises, promises.” you teased as you moved to grab your bag. 

“What are you up to?” 

With a simple question, you froze. Michael was a little too sly for his own good, and you didn’t need him ruining this for you. It was his expertise after all, foiling any plans no matter how well constructed to catch him off guard. 

“Just around the estate.” you muttered. 

“Just around?” 

“Yes?” You questioned, turning on your brattier attitude when you heard the car service pulling into the driveway, your men talking to them there, “What am I supposed to be doing? You left me behind, I’m keeping myself occupied.”

“Darling,” Michael growled, “don’t ruin tomorrow for yourself.” 

You pursed your lips and smirked, “Why not?” 

Before he could answer, you pressed the red button on the screen and tossed your phone into your purse. Quickly, you grabbed your bags and ran out into the hallway.

You had a flight to catch. 

-

“Oh fuck yes!” your friend happily shouted as she popped open the champagne on your jet, “This is my favorite.”

“That’s why I got it.” you blew her a kiss as you leaned over your own seat with two glasses. 

You and your group of friends all cheered as you lifted your glasses and swallowed them down in one go. It had been a long time since you’d been out with your friends, and while it felt really fun, you were even more excited to get to your men. 

“Did you tell them we’re coming?” One of your friends asked, pulling you back to the present.

“No, no, it’s a surprise.” all the girls made sounds of excitement.

“Ohhh, are they gonna be mad at you for leaving home without telling them?”

“Yuck,” one of your friends rolled her eyes, “I hate when they’re like that.”

“No, no,” another friend interjected, “the Aussies aren’t like that, they just actually care about her.” She turned to you with a smile, “I think it’s cute.” 

“Yeah, apparently we all need our own Aussie.”

“Would be better than the piece of shit I let take me out last month.”

“Hey, I thought that piece of shit was a prince?” 

“Well, he didn’t kiss like one.”

They all burst into laughter at that one. You caught your breath as you took another sip of your mimosa. You had surrounded yourself with a good group that you knew would ensure your traveling safety. A plane stuffed with a heiress and different high table families’ daughters? Not a chance of anything getting through that many security teams. 

“So what are we doing?” Your friend checked her phone, “It’s gonna be... night? Right, night? When we get there.”

“We’re going to a club.” You told them.

“Is there where Daniel and Michael will be?” One asked slyly. 

“Yup. We’re gonna go to the club, they’re gonna realize I’m here and-”

“She’s gonna get fucked.” one of your friends interrupted as the rest laughed.

“Hopefully, I mean a woman has needs!” you laughed with them, “No, no, we’re gonna go, have fun and then spend the rest of the week there- just us girls.”

“Oh! You’re not going back with them?”

“Fuck that. They left me home alone for a week, they’re gonna feel that shit too.” 

The girls all cheered as you passed around another bottle of champagne. Over your shoulder, you saw your security detail shake their heads. You winked at them before turning your attention back to your tipsy faves. 

-

All the girls moved through the adjoining doors of their suites. You had very nicely reserved four rooms for them, one for each of your friends for your stay. It was easier this way, so they were all close together during this vacation. You were the fifth person in the group, and while you fully intended on sleeping with your men tonight, you figured you’d bounce around your friends’ rooms after you sent the boys home. 

Yes, tonight is gonna be fun, you thought as you walked out of the bathroom and in front of the large mirror near the door. 

“Oh my god, are you really bringing that dress back?” Your friend laughed as she looked at you in the mirror’s reflection, “When you’re being courted?”

“What? You don’t think it looks good on me anymore?” You teased as you took a step closer to put your lipstick on. 

The dress in question had been quite the statement every time you wore it. It was custom, something you’d dreamed up with a designer who had pursued you for a time. He’d had it made and sent to Swarovski and then Tiffany’s to have it decorated with crystals and actual real stones. The soft, thin, meshy material of the dress matched your skin tone perfectly, and was short. A majority of the dress was covered in crystals that were super small, and placed in a way that made you sparkle instead of obnoxiously reflect light, with each movement you made. It emphasized the hell out of your curves.

It was also completely see through, save for the cluster of larger strategically placed diamonds over your private places.

“It’s really such a shame I can’t remember the poor bastard’s name.” you joked when your friend reminded you of how you got it. 

“Are you trying to just get fucked or are you going for pregnant already?”

You choked on a laugh as you turned to her, “Definitely not.” you looked at the tube of lipstick as you carefully slipped the cap on, “The boys and I are... old fashioned.” 

“What does that mean?” 

You regretted saying it when you heard the hush that came over the room, everyone’s ears turned towards you as you were forced to answer, “We aren’t going to fuck while we’re courting.” 

“Oh, wow.”

“Wow.”

“Didn’t see that coming.”

“Me either.”

You rolled your eyes at their reaction and chuckled, “It’s sweet,” you mumbled as you willed yourself not to start sweating from the heat in your cheeks, “but also really fucking frustrating.” you muttered under your breath.

You’d be lying if you didn’t admit you were put on edge. All the sexual energy around the three of you didn’t do well being stifled. You could practically gag for it at any moment. Just the week before, you’d been dry humping a pillow while on facetime with them. It made it worse that they could fuck, and they did fuck in front of you, cause you could do nothing but watch.

Your friends’ laughter pulled you out of your lust haze, “So, wait. What was the point of this?” 

You tilted your head, “Please tell me you know how to have sex aside from the penis in vagina type.” 

“Jesus, you freaks are gonna end up with so many kids.” 

“Oh my god.” you groaned as you tossed your lipstick into your bag, “Let’s just go.”

-

“Baby,” Michael called from the bathroom, “did you take my-” he almost laughed at the zoned out face Daniel wore as he sat on the couch, so focused on his phone, “are you good?” 

Daniel didn’t answer.

“Helloooooo,” he waved his hand as he made his way across the suite, his black slacks and black dress shirt open towards the top of his collar, “we have to leave soon and-”

Daniel’s eyes glanced up at Michael before he finally seemed to come back to himself, excitement making him fidget, “Sweet fuck, look at this little show.” 

Daniel looked giddy as he passed his phone to Michael, and told him to click on the little round image on your IG profile. He could see you’d added a new story, and when he clicked on it, the first thing that came to mind was that you’d reposted a story from a friend. The second thing that came to mind was what the fuck is she doing?

You looked so good, so fuckable, so delicious, walking down the street, the street lights making that sinful dress glitter. Your little giggle just made it all the more tempting as you spun in a perfect circle as you continued down the sidewalk. 

“Wait, where is she?” Michael asked as Daniel stayed in trance, tapping the little button so he could replay the video over and over. 

“I dunno.” He grumbled as he switched his weight back and forth on each foot, his brown booted feet digging into the rug. 

“Babe.” Michael said impatiently, grabbing the phone and tapping the location written across the bottom of the screen, “Oh, she wants to play.” 

“Why?” Daniel reached for his phone but Michael moved away from him, “Where is she?”

“She’s where we’re going.” Michael grinned at Daniel. 

Daniel smiled back at his lover and leaned forward to kiss him, “Well,” he whispered against one of his lover’s lips, “let’s go play.” 

-

“Miss, this club is-”

“Fun! Right?” you teased your security as they looked worriedly around. 

You didn’t blame them for being uneasy. It was a huge venue, lots of lights and music. It bordered on overwhelming, but you could still hear each other when you talked so that had to count for something. 

The tables were on raised platforms scattered amongst the dance floors, so there was no corner booth or private room to stick all of you in. It was super cool as a club concept, a complete nightmare for a security professional. At lest there was a walking platform around the circular platforms, and the couches faced inward. You actually had to kneel on the couch and lean over it backwards to hear your guy. 

“Don’t worry,” you patted the shoulder of one of the men who nervously looked around, “just keep an eye out for Daniel and Michael, okay?” 

You giggled at the less than calm expression on his face as you patted his shoulder and turned to sit on the cushioned couch. 

“Look what I got us!” 

All the girls were getting rowdy, enjoying drinks and the constant flow of shots that were brought to the table. With the venue being a well known hangout for your kind of people, you were all easily recognized as soon as you stepped inside. It worked to your advantage cause you were seated quickly, and you were pretty sure you wouldn’t have to pay for anything. 

The waiter placed the new glasses on the table in the middle of your seating as his boss bounced up the steps behind him.

“Excuse me,” he motioned to you and leaned in so you could hear him, “my boss was wondering if you wanted to join his meeting with your suitors, it’s about to begin.” 

You tilted your head up at the second floor balcony where you’d seen a few sharply dressed men walk back and forth, no doubt the command center of the venue and whoever owned it. 

“No,” you sighed, “that won’t be necessary.” 

You took a sip of your drink as you watched the man nod and walk away. Once he was out of sight, you looked back up. If it was about to start, that meant-

As always, it was that pull. That damned pull that you couldn’t get enough of. The feeling that made you all believe you were meant to be, as Daniel put it ‘soulmates’. You all always knew. You always knew where each other were.

It had to be since the moment you looked up, you found two pairs of eye looking down at you. The iron fencing that made up the balcony railing let you get an eye full. Michael, in all black, and Daniel, in a white shirt, deep red pants and brown boots. You lifted your glass to them. Daniel shook his head while Michael grabbed his arm and pulled him away. 

You pouted at the lack of attention, even though you knew there was business to take care of. 

It was a really good thing you hadn’t decided to crash their meeting. Not when you had to swallow your watering mouth and press your legs together after just getting a glance at them.

“Hey, come on, loosen up!” one of your girlfriends passed you a shot to down as they all got up and danced on the couches. 

You stayed with your feet on the ground, your dress was way too short, and way too revealing for you to be climbing on to couches and tables. You still had fun and danced around carelessly with your girls. A while later, when you were all out of breath, one of your friends grabbed your arm.

“That waiter hasn’t been back! What an asshole.”

You laughed and leaned in toward her, “I’ll go ask for more drinks.”

She cheered as she pulled herself back up on to the couch and danced. You laughed and shook your head as you walked towards the stairs that led off the platform on to the dance floor that covered the place. You could see the bar from there, it was a short distance away. You also didn’t want to be unconscious for your men later, so you hadn’t drank more than a shot or two. 

In short, you were fully capable of making your way to and from the bar without any assistance.

Which is why you had pushed away your guard when he had tried to walk in front of you. You exchanged some words, given him some looks and ultimately had been allowed to leave solo. 

You counted it as a win.

You counted more wins as you walked through the sea of people all the way to the bar. You were so proud of your progress that you actually got annoyed when the bar tender moved to the end of the bar that was furthest away from you as soon as you reached him. 

It’s fine, I’m an adult, not a full time brat, I can wait for him to come back to this end. You thought as you took a deep breath. 

You had actually been chilled out as you waited at the bar. You started throwing around scenarios in your head of when your men would choose to make an appearance, if they’d come to the dance floor or maybe they’d watch from afar this time?

You’d been so deep in your own fantasies that you hadn’t realized someone was close to you until you felt the rush of their breath hit your ear.

“That dress.” 

Your whole body recoiled and you bent your arm, elbowing the person as you turned to face them. It was an innocent hit, at least you made it look like one. You scowled as you looked at the unwanted man in front of you. His blond hair and green eyes doing nothing for you when your heart was elsewhere. If anything, you felt your frustration melt in annoyance as he smiled at you. 

“Wow.” he said, before looking you up and down. 

“Ugh,” you looked distastefully at him, “go away.” 

You turned your head and started to turn your body, until he grabbed your arm. His fingers dug into your sleeve and your body froze from the sudden aggression. 

“Hey,” he hissed, “I’m talking to you.” 

You looked down at the hand on you just in time to catch the flash of a rose on the fist that curled into his stomach, knocking the breath from the idiot who dared to touch you. 

His hand dropped and he doubled over as the back of Daniel came into view in front of you. He shoved the guy so he stood up straight. 

“Hey mate,” he said with a fake friendliness, “having a good time?” 

His fit pulled back and landed right back into the same spot on the stranger’s stomach. 

“Wait, wait!” the guy yelled, holding his hands up as Daniel stepped into his space.  

You watched with bated breath and jumped when you felt a hand on your waist, but the soft shushing in your ear calmed your nerves as Michael pulled you back against him. You melted against him, and felt him rest his cheek on the top of your head. 

It was then you realized that your men’s crew had made a bubble against the bar, and people were not breaking into it. The guy looked around, fear in his eyes before he tried to swallow it down and look tough again. He looked at Daniel and lifted his chin, even though his hand was pressed to his stomach. 

“M’not doing shit.” he hissed, “M’not doing shit to you.” 

“Oh, he’s not doing anything!” Daniel laughed. 

You felt Michael kiss your hair as his fingers stroked your hip. You rested your hand over his. 

“Didn’t look like nothing.” Daniel hissed, the lack of people around you making you able to hear him clearly. 

The guy didn’t move, but he didn’t say anything. He flinched when Daniel grabbed his arm and pulled him forward. He threw his arm over the guys shoulders as he made him face you and Michael. The guy looked at you annoyed before his gaze wandered north and froze. 

Uh, oh, you giggled to yourself. 

He turned his head to Daniel, “I didn’t know.” he quickly sputtered out, “I didn’t know, honest.”

You smiled at him and licked your lips as you stayed quiet. It was hilarious that he thought you’d help. Especially since he seemed to recognize your trio now that you were together. 

“Now, you do.” Daniel said calmly to him as he dropped his arm and moved away from him. 

The guy never saw Michael coming. 

You had felt his hands push against your lower back, making sure that you weren’t leaned against him before he quickly moved around you and nailed the guy right in the face. 

Alex and Nick moved forward quickly and grabbed him, dragging him out towards the back of the club. When you faced back forward,  Daniel was speaking into George’s ear as George passed leather gloves to Michael. He was the first to pass you, and winked at you while doing so. You still had the stupid grin on your face as he followed behind Alex and Nick dragging the guy out the back door. And that stupid grin only grew as Daniel booped your nose as he walked past you. 

“Well, while they take care of that...” George pulled a card out of his back pocket, “Have your incompetent security drive you back. Now.” 

You pursed your lips as you made a look of insult at George before he scoffed and walked away. He was quite the hard ass for being Michael and Daniel’s right hand man, but seemed to get real pleasure out of priding himself in comparison to your team which he viewed as not as skilled as himself. 

“Whatever.” you muttered under your breath as you nodded to your guys who were still on the platform, for fucks sake, and moved towards the front entrance of the building. 

-

You looked out the glass window that spanned from the floor to the ceiling of the suite, taking in the skyline. It was amazing to see all the lights out, the colors, even in the dead of night. 

You took another step to see how far down you could see when you heard the beep of the door being unlocked. Turning on your high heeled feet, you caught Daniel just before he collided into you.

He kissed you hard, his strong arms around your waist before he pulled away and stroked your cheek, “You’re alright, sweetheart?” 

You smiled at the sound of his voice as you shook your head, “Yeah, I’m fine.” you assured him before turning your head towards Michael. 

You stayed in Daniel’s arms but held your hand out to him. You felt your mouth water as he pulled off one of his leather gloves, the sight of them made your heart beat faster, before his bare hand grabbed yours and lifted your knuckles to his mouth. He pressed soft kisses to your skin.

“I’ll be right back, just gonna wash my hands.” he winked as you nodded. 

You wrapped your arms around Daniel as he pressed his forehead to your own. Smiling at him, he goofily giggled as he looked into your eyes. His fingers pressed into your sides as he held you to him. 

“Hi.” you whispered.

Daniel grinned, “Hi.” 

You swayed a bit in each other’s arms, until you heard Michael’s foot steps return. Daniel playfully grabbed your waist and turned you, manhandling you until you were in front of him, your back to his front as his arms snaked around your waist to hold you tight. 

Michael’s steps slowed as he approached you. You felt your heart beat faster as you took in the way his gaze raked up and down your body.  

“That dress...” Michael mumbled.

“I like being covered in jewels.” 

You jumped when Daniel’s hands squeezed your ass, “You’ll never go a day without them.” he rasped into your ear as his lips pressed to your neck. 

Your eyes slipped shut for a moment as Daniel nibbled on your pulse. You reached behind you and sunk your nails into Daniel’s curls to keep him right where he was. He hummed into your throat as his teeth skimmed your skin.

“M’surprised you like it.” you kept eye contact with Michael as best you could.

“Why’s that?” Michael pushed his hands deep into his pockets as he leaned against the vanity a few feet away.

“It was a present,” your eyes rolled back as Daniel sucked on a sensitive part of your neck, “from a man who wanted to be either one of you right now.”

Daniel’s fingers dug into your hips so hard it stung, and you gasped when you heard the loud tearing of fabric. 

“Daniel!” 

His hands curled into the ripped material and ripped it across your tummy, a cascade of shiny crystals showered the floor as he continued ripping apart your dress until the lower half slid down your legs. Your chest was exposed from the rip that had run up the center, the tight sleeves the only thing keeping it on your body. Your tits hung heavy in the lust filled air of the room. Daniel’s hands scorched your skin where they laid possessively on your tummy and waist.

Michael stepped forward and kicked your mangled dress away, and took your chin between his fingers. You looked up at him with half lidded eyes and parted lips. He looked down at you thoughtfully as Daniel kissed and sucked at your neck, destroying your flawless skin with a bloom of colors. It was amazing how both men took you apart so skillfully, so aware of each other and yet not even acknowledging the other’s efforts. 

Michael’s eyes were half lidded, like your own. Daniel moaned terribly into the crook of your neck, and you couldn’t help the way you whimpered as his teeth sharply dragged across your shoulder. His fingers pressed into your ribs. 

“What do you reckon we should do with her tonight?” Michael breathed out, still looking down at you. You parted your lips, but Michael pressed his finger to them, “Shhhhh, the men are talking, sweetheart.” 

With his thumb pressed to your lips, it was easy to part them and bite the end of his thumb.

“Fuck!” he pulled back, the strained bulge in his pants obvious now that he wasn’t crowded in your space. 

You grinned, “Shhhh, sweetheart,” you purred, “it wasn’t that bad.”

Daniel snickered into your skin before dragging the flat of his tongue up your neck. The wet drag made you shiver, and before you knew it, Michael was back in your space. His large hands grabbed your face and tilted it back, giving Daniel more room to ravage you while he finally kissed you. 

You moaned loudly as you parted your lips, kissing be damned, and you pushed your tongue into his mouth. Michael followed your bait and went to dominate the kiss, but you stopped that as soon as you sucked on his tongue. His hands dropped from your face and gripped your tits hard as he moaned. He fondled your chest as you both wetly licked each other’s mouths and sucked and pulled and bit each other’s lips. 

“Fuckkkkk,” Daniel groaned, “we gotta do something. Someone has to do something to me.” 

You giggled into Michael’s mouth as Daniel ground his hips into your ass, letting you feel just how turned on he was. You whined as Michael’s hands dropped and squeezed your bare waist as Daniel’s came up to where Michael’s had just been. Your nipples were half way to numb with the way your blood rushed to every spot on your body that desperately needed a mouth on it. 

“Let me have you, babydoll.” Daniel breathed into your ear, his desperate tone making you press your thighs together, “Just wanna make love t’ya.” 

Your heart skipped a beat as Daniel’s desperate tone tangled with his sweet whisper, his hands suddenly gentle on your body, his thumbs stroked the sides of your boobs. 

“No, no.” Michael grumbled as he pulled away from you and panted, “It was her rule, and we’re gonna honor it.” 

You rolled your eyes at him, never wanting to pass up an opportunity to poke the big bear. He looked at you darkly as he took a couple steps back. With room between you, you twisted in Daniel’s arms until you faced him. You gently held his face in your hands and kissed him. His tongue slid against yours as he moaned into your mouth. 

“There are other ways,” you lowered your voice, “I can make Daddy feel good.” 

Daniel pulled away and looked at you, his dark brown eyes smoldering with intensity. You were getting the hang of every button to push with the both of them. Placing one hand on his chest, you walked him backwards a few steps until his knees hit the bed and he sat obediently. 

“Yeah?” Daniel asked.

You dragged your hand down his collarbone, pulling the edges of his dress shirt until he got the clue and quickly pulled the buttons free before he shucked the shirt down his arms. Bare and tanned, you gazed at his skin and ran your finger down his chest and kept going. You smirked when you felt his abs contract until your palm until you got to the prize between his legs.

“Yeah.” You slowly lowered yourself to your knees, all the while holding eye contact with Daniel.

He smirked, “Ohhhhhh, you are an eager little cocksucker aren’t ya?” 

You shyly smiled as your fingers pulled at his belt buckle, the sound of the metal hitting against metal cutting through the air. You pulled your gaze from Daniel to make sure you pulled his belt the correct way before sneaking a glance over your shoulder. What you saw made you pause. 

Michael sat in the loveseat in the corner of the room, a few feet away, his legs spread wide, his chest bare but his pants still on. His hand rubbed over his clothed cock and he winked you.

“Put on a good show for me, yeah?”

You weren’t sure how you were supposed to suck cock with a dry mouth. When both of your lovers chuckled, you realized you’d said it out loud. 

“Don’t worry, Daddy’s got you.” 

And just like that, you were thrown right into the space they wanted you to be in, a space you had missed. 

“There’s our babydoll.” he cooed. 

You titled your head back and looked up at him with big eyes. Daddy grabbed your face and turned your head further back. He held the back of your head and lower jaw in each hand. Squeezing your jaw, your lips parted and your mouth opened. You felt your pussy gush as he leaned over and spit into your mouth. Your mouth full of his saliva, you reached into his pants and roughly pulled his cock out of its confines. 

“Ugh, yeah,” Daddy groaned as his length bobbed free, “now put it in that fucking mouth.” 

He leaned forward as he shoved his pants down his legs, until he kicked them off of his feet. You weren’t sure when he had stepped out of his boots, but you were happy to have him bare for you.

You sucked down his cock, swallowed around the tip when you felt it stuffed down your throat. You gagged and choked like the whore that all three of you were for each other. And Daddy loved it so much, he just had to tell you.

“Oh, yeah, babydoll,” he grunted, “wanna act all cool like you didn’t come here for cock. Tell us this is a girls trip,” he chuckled dryly, “this is a cock call for you.”

You heard the clang of a belt buckle and your toes curled as you tasted Daddy on your tongue as you imagined Papi stroking himself behind you.

“I’ve had Papi suck my cock every day since we left home.” Daddy hissed, making you moan around his length as his hips began to jump, “He lets me cum on his face,” he sighed thoughtfully as you swirled your tongue around him, “what about you, babydoll?”

You pulled his cock out of your mouth and worked your hands up and down his length while you looked up at him and shrugged.

“No?” He asked, taking a step forward and slapping your hands away, “I know where you want this cum.” He groaned.

There was a soft moan behind you but when you went to turn your head, a thick slap caught your attention back to the cock in front of you. Daddy dragged the fleshy tip across your cheek, a trail of precum glistened on your skin in its wake.

“This,” he dragged his dick across your lips, “is all you have to worry about right now. Finish me off and maybe we’ll get to you.”

He laughed as you pouted up at him, but his breath quickly stuttered once you had your mouth back on him. His hips rolled forward and backward, over and over as you sucked him off. Your hands fondled his balls and squeezed them as you felt them get tenser and tenser.

“Fuck, that mouth.” Daddy groaned, he looked over your head at Papi, “You sure I can’t cum inside her? Mouth got me thinking bout how much I miss that slutty-“

“Shut up and cum.” Papi sounded gruff but amused.

Daddy moaned, loud and rough, as he leaned back against the bed and spread his legs. You pulled back until just the tip of him was in your mouth, and he took hold of his shaft and jerked off while the bulbous head was suckled in your mouth. You rolled his balls in your hands, squeezing them and rubbing them as you knew he liked. They were so tensed, drawn so tight against the underside of his cock, he was so close to completion.

And you wanted to push him over the edge.

Lifting your free hand that you had been using to steady yourself, you slipped a finger between the underside of his cock and his balls, right at the hilt where they met, and slid your other finger behind his balls. Gently, you pressed down and listened to him gasp as you pinched the seams his sac with pressure on each side. 

“Ohhh!” He groaned loudly as he suddenly started spurting into your mouth.

You moaned as his cum splashed on to your tongue as his cock shook from the force of his orgasm. Your finger tips stayed where they were, rubbing and applying pressure through out his orgasm.

“Holy.. fuck!” Daddy groaned as he suddenly pulled out of you.

His body trembled as he sat on the bed, panting. His cock twitched helpless on one of his thighs, and you could still see his balls moving. You smiled as you swallowed, knowing you had milked him dry.

“Cock sucking queen.” Daddy grinned as he cooed at you.

Tight, wet tugs could be heard behind you, and you felt like your focus finally extended beyond just Daddy in front of you. When you turned to look over your shoulder, you whimpered.

Papi had stood up, and was leaned against the dresser, completely naked while he stroked himself and played with his balls. He had a smug look on his face and when he made eye contact with you, he looked down at his feet before looking over you at you.

But when you went to stand, he shook his head at you.

“No, no,” he smirked, “you can crawl.”

You growled instinctually. You knew he had felt disrespected earlier that night by the loser at the bar, and this was his possessiveness assuring him that you were his. And while you normally loved to play along, you could still feel the adrenaline from earlier that night and it made you wanna fight a bit.

“Crawl.” He commanded as he watched your face.

You pouted and rolled your eyes as you turned and pushed yourself up on all fours. You looked down at the carpet as you made your way towards him. But you were stopped at the abrupt force between your shoulders that flattened your chest to the ground and left your ass in the air. The heavy hand between your shoulders pressed you into the ground as Daddy’s cock pressed to your seam, making you spread your thighs so you were exactly in the kind of position he used to fuck you in.

“Mmmm,” Daddy hummed as he rubbed his half hard cock against your cunt, “this is how I would’ve taken you if you weren’t such a proper girl, if you didn’t want our courting to be so traditional.” He said it softly, to make sure you knew he wasn’t mocking you.

“But,” Papi interrupted, “you are such a good girl, wanting to wait.”

You whined as you turned your head so your chin was pressed to the rug and you could look up at Papi. He was still smiling, still stroking himself.

“We’re all a bunch of impatient animals.” Daddy growled before the heat of his body was suddenly gone.

You turned your head so your cheek was back to the floor. You were about to lift it when you felt the wet, hot, flat sensation of Daddy’s tongue lap at your pussy. He moaned with you as he sucked on your clit, his nose nudged your entrance. You worked your hips and rubbed your pussy across his mouth and face. You whimpered and cried out as the combined sounds of Papi masturbating and Daddy moaning into your pussy filled your senses. You panted into the ground as your pussy convulsed around air, empty as could be.

“Please, please,” you choked out, “put something in me.”

“Ohhhh, fuck,” Papi groaned, “I love when she begs.”

You could feel Daddy’s smile against your pussy before just air was touching you. He pulled away and slapped your wetness hard, the wet slap echoed in the room with your cry.

“Go to Papi, sweetheart.” He laughed when your response was to shake your pussy in the air while you whined, “M’not getting you knocked up tonight.”

Daddy leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your cunt before he smacked your ass. Realizing he was serious, you pushed yourself back up on shaky arms and continued crawling to your very smug looking Papi. 

“How do you want it?”

“However you want it.” 

“Fuck.” Papi sighed with a chuckle, “Are you Papi’s good girl?” 

You shook your head as he stroked himself over your face. 

“Yeah you are,” he rumbled, “are you Daddy’s good girl?” 

You shook your head as you leaned upward with your mouth open.

“Oh, yeah?” Papi teased, “Here, you can have this cock in your mouth, there you go.” 

He shoved his cock between your lips before he bent over slightly to grab your hair. He went straight down your throat and thrusted hard twice, making you gag.

“You still want this cock in your mouth?” He asked before he thrusted into you hard three more times.

You gagged and squirmed as his balls pressed to your chin and your head burned from the way your hair was pulled. Papi groaned as he leaned his hips forward until his pelvis touched the tip of your nose and kept himself plugged down your throat. 

“Can you breathe?” he asked suddenly.

You lifted your hand and tapped his thigh once for ‘yes’. 

He chuckled as his head rolled back once he knew you were safe, “You see what you do to me, darling? Make Daddy and I need it so bad, can barely control ourselves.” 

You rubbed the underside of his cock with your tongue as you swallowed, making him groan. Daddy groaned from behind you with him. When his heat pressed to your back, you moaned around Papi’s cock as Daddy pinched your nipples. You whimpered around the thick length. 

“Look at these tits,” Daddy groaned into your ear, “wanna cum on them.” he told you. 

You dropped your hands from Papi’s thighs and grabbed Daddy’s hands and encouraged him to squeeze them tighter, to play with them, to make you feel good. 

“Aye!” Papi yelled, “It’s my turn now, you dog.” 

Daddy growled before letting go of you. You looked beside you just in time to catch the way his face broke into a grin as he kneeled beside you and looked up at Papi. 

“That’s right, it is.” He told him, “Turn around, Papi.”

Papi pulled your hair until a string of saliva hung between his cock and your lips, “Against the dresser.” he commanded. 

You hummed and moaned as you kneeled in front of Papi, your back against the dresser that he leaned over. You teased him by licking his tip before sucking on the tip. You worked your hand up and down his shaft as he leaned his elbows on the top of the dresser.

“Go on, Daddy,” he called over his shoulder, “do some work too.” 

Daddy had crawled behind Papi, and you could only see from his chest down between Papi’s parted legs. When you saw him reach up and heard the sound of him spit, you knew exactly what was happening. When Daddy leaned forward and you heard both men moan, you squeezed your wet thighs together.  

You could see the muscles of Papi’s stomach tense, and you knew he was close. Papi’s eyes had long since closed, his face a look of intense pleasure. Daddy was loud behind him, and you watched his half hard cock bounce in his lap as he ate Papi’s ass. 

You sucked and jerked off Papi until his hand slapped yours away and he took over the stroke. You let go of his tip, the soft end glistened with your saliva and his own dripping precum. Papi’s hand flew up and down his shaft while you waited with your mouth open. 

“Oh fuck, fuck,” Papi moaned and chanted as you watched his balls tighten, “fuck, baby-” his eyes finally opened as you looked up at him with your mouth open and tongue hanging out, “fuck!”

You moaned as the first hot glob of cum shot from the tip of his swollen cock and landed on your tongue. The taste made your thighs rub together as Daddy moaned into Papi’s flesh, the sound of his sucking and tonguing, the strings of saliva that drooled down on to his own lap reminded you of the heat you felt from Papi’s cum dripping down your chin. 

You closed your eyes as Papi’s hips jumped and you felt his cum splash across your face, the heat now on your forehead and you could imagine your hair. 

“Oh, oh, princess,” Papi moaned, “look so pretty.” he whimpered. 

He was utterly spent, but his hand still jerked off his cock as his eyes got glassy. Papi groaned as he pulled on his cock, pulling it away from him and keeping it that way, the rough stretch giving him some pain to edge the pleasure. Daddy was still eating him out, making him oversensitive. You closed your mouth and swallowed what was in it while you looked up at Papi. His eyes were squeezed shut and the tip of his cock was changing color. To help, you reached between Papi’s legs and tugged on Daddy’s own sensitive dick. 

“Ah!” Daddy grunted as he rolled on his knees away from you both. 

“Fuck.” Papi’s forehead fell with a heavy thud on the dresser as his hand dropped from his member.

You looked at the swollen length, took in the shine of it, until you noticed the white pearl on the tip. Leaning forward, you licked the slit of his dick, and he whimpered pathetically. 

“Please, no more.” He actually chuckled at his own tone before he hissed again. 

You sat on the floor, your pussy against the floor as your knees stayed bent on each side of your body. You looked up at them both, Daddy having stood to stand alongside Papi moments ago. You could feel how glassy your gaze was as you looked up at them.

“Oh, wow, beautiful,” Daddy reached down and caressed your cheek, “you look so beautiful like this.” 

“Come here, darling.” Papi reached down and hooked his hands under your arms, lifting you into his arms. 

You wrapped your arms and legs around him, and pressed your core against him, dragging your spread folds against his pelvis as he tried to lower you on to the bed. With your legs spread and your back against the bed, Papi slotted his still hardened cock between your folds and humped you, sliding his cock against your entrance while he licked your face clean of his cum. 

“Fuck, you have better control than me.” Daddy commented as he climbed alongside you on the bed while Papi untangled your limbs and stood at the foot. 

Your hand dropped between your legs and rubbed viciously at your clit as you saw both men hard and heavy again, one of them between your legs. 

“Let’s fuck her.” Daddy whined with you at his suggestion, “Look at that pretty pink.” he leaned a hand forward and moaned as you spread your pussy and let him rub your clit for you. 

“No.” Papi said firmly, even as he rubbed his pelvis, his cock bobbed between his thighs excitedly, “I have a good idea, though.” 

Daddy narrowed his eyes, “You mean my idea?” 

Papi laughed, “Yeah.” 

You frowned as Daddy climbed off the bed quickly, “I get to first though!” he called over his shoulder. 

Papi looked where Daddy had ran off to while he grabbed his cock and rubbed his tip in circles against your entrance. He looked at the hallway, and watched for Daddy as you began to beg. 

“Yes, please, please, Papi-”

“Shush.” he told you before he leaned forward a bit and pushed himself in just a half inch, truly just the very, very tip pressed into you.

You lifted your hips and swung them upward in an aggressive movement, making the whole swollen head of his member sink into you. His hand slapped against your thigh harshly and his eyes squeezed shut ads soon as he looked down and saw himself partially inside of you. You were barely breathing, too busy trembling from the feeling of cock penetrating you after so long. It had been months.

Papi abruptly pulled out of you and scrambled off the bed, his cock swollen and angry as he rubbed his face with both hands. You whimpered where you laid on the bed just as you had been under him, your legs spread and pussy open. 

“M’sorry, darling.” he said softly to you. 

“What for?” Daddy asked as he strut back into the room, his hand full of something neon green. 

“What’s that?” you asked as you leaned up on your elbows and looked down between your legs as Daddy climbed on to the bed. 

He held up the neon green cock and you felt your heart skip a beat. It was thick, and long, and would fill you in a way you hadn’t been filled in months. You’d used a vibrator during this personally assigned hell, Papi had put one in his mouth while he ate you out just before they left for this trip, but a cock- whether real or fake- hadn’t been near your holes in the longest. 

“Mmmm,” Daddy hummed at your excited expression, “I think she likes it.” he teased you by rubbing the fake tip against your clit, “Do you want it?” 

“Yeah.” you answered breathlessly. 

“Ask me nicely.” 

“Put the cock inside of me. Now.” you commanded quickly. 

Daddy licked his lip before he led the cock down your seam to your tiny hole. With a push of his wrist, you dropped back against the mattress so you laid flat as your cunt was spread by the fake cock he pushed inside of your depths. You looked down and caught the way he held the balls and controlled the way he fucked you with it. He chuckled as he shook the toy, and stirred up your juices until your wetness was audible. 

“Oh, you’re gonna love this.” he grinned as Papi climbed on to the bed alongside you. 

The other Aussie pressed a finger to your chin and turned your head toward him, “If it gets to be too much, you tell us, okay?” 

You nodded. 

And then you screamed. 

Your hips jumped as the fake cock inside of you vibrated hard against all your spots as your tensed pussy tensed further. You shook on the bed and fisted the sheets as it moved inside of you. 

“Oh, god, yes, exactly like I pictured it.” Daddy groaned.

You looked beside you, and noticed Papi was on his phone. He turned the screen towards you and showed you how he controlled the member inside of you. Your head dropped back as you cried out as he turned the vibrations on a higher setting. 

“Okay, baby, here we go.”

You gasped when you felt the heat of Daddy’s member flop on to your stomach. You only had a moment to look down before Daddy was pressed firmly against you, his cock trapped between your pelvises, his balls pressed to the fake balls hanging out of your swollen pussy. And then he started thrusting. 

The wet drag of Daddy’s tip between your bodies, the feeling of his precum sliding down your skin, made you wild. But then you had to add on the feeling of the vibrating cock inside of you being pushed into you by Daddy’s movement. It was a pseudo- fuck. 

And you were quickly falling over the edge.

You could barely hear yourself, but you were sure you were incoherent with the way Daddy groaned into your ear and Papi stroked himself beside your wrecked body. Your thighs shook and your arms tightened around Daddy, holding him close and tight as you began snapping your hips forward too, both of your frantic fucking movement making the toy sink in and out of you while Daddy’s hilt and balls were pressed over and over into the vibrating toy. 

“M’gonna cum.” you ground out between clenched teeth into Daddy’s ear. 

“Cum for me, love,” he panted into your ear, “m’right there with you.” he whimpered. 

You screeched as you came, your body tensed underneath Daniel as he froze above you and you felt the wetness of his cum drip between your bodies, his balls seized against your entrance, against the hilt of the vibrating toy. You both panted and turned your heads at the same time, to a wide eyed Papi jerking off frantically, whimpering as he dangled himself over the edge. 

“I want your cum too.” 

Daddy rasped as he suddenly sat up and pulled the toy from your cunt, making you cry out as your tight pussy tried to squeeze and keep it in, resulting in a loud slurping sound to resonate in the air. You blushed, your body over sensitive as you squeezed your nipples and cried out as Daddy put the fake cock into Papi’s mouth and Papi sucked it. Your juices were visible on it and Papi sucked that cock down while Daddy leaned over and took Papi’s cock into his mouth. 

Papi cried out around your cum covered toy as his hips lifted and he no doubt came in Daddy’s mouth. 

With all of you spent, you closed your eyes and tried to catch your breath, a delirious giggle leaving your lips as you still heard the hum of the vibrator and the suck of Papi’s mouth on it. 

[moongumi]

HOW YOUR NA'VI FUCKS YOU

⟶ cw. drabble, explicit, smut, pwp, size-kink, size play, exophilia, marking, biting, alien-fucking, squirting, fingering, oral (m+f), cervix fucking + more

a/n. hoya, this truly came out of horniness for the blue aliens i desire, i wanna write full fics at some point but i hope these satisfy my fellow alien-fuckers.

the na'vi, is huge. he towers you, double the height of a normal human male. his size is reflective elsewhere too. his shaft is large, too long and too thick–he doesn’t care, he believes that it will fit. he does everything to make sure it fits, he makes sure the entire thing fits even if he goes inch, by inch, by inch–torturing himself, resisting his animalistic urge to completely pound you into the wet mulch.

the na'vi, marks you. he clings onto you when his entire length is inside of you. he holds you tightly, his large blue hands leaving handprints all over you, mostly your hips, upper arm, under your thighs…and your neck, oh your throat–constantly covered in a large handprint, he gifts you necklaces large enough to cover them when around the tribe but hell, he doesn’t let you wear it when you’re alone. 

the na'vi, bites. his fangs, nips, chews at your soft skin. he utters words like, “human, your skin is as soft as whale blubber.”. hard to understand until you were given blubber to try. he loves when you’re on your knees, chest dug into ground with your back arched. ass bare for him, he nips them before completely devouring your cunt.

the na'vi, loves the way you taste. he can't stop, he makes you cum too many times. your juices taste like nectar to him, the rarest kind. he would awaken you with a taste for himself and even put you to bed with his head between your legs, his tongue deep inside penetrating you, curling his tongue along all the ridges and cavities he can find.

the na'vi, is needy. he’s always wanting you. he wants to explore you, how different you are to his kind. he plays with you anytime he gets, fingers deep inside feeling for anything new–he loves the sounds it makes, the wet squelches and the way when he moves too much liquids squirt out and you whimper in into your fists trying to make no noise.

the na'vi, always plays with you outdoors. he enjoys fucking you under the moonlight the most, with the glow of the scrubs and trees around. he likes the way the colours bounce off your bare skin, hue completely different to his own. 

the na'vi, stares, he stares at the way his cock stretches you–his cock the size of your arm somehow fits. humans must’ve been made for this. the lips curl, fat plump lips–hug his cock, dragging and sucking him back in when he would thrust, he loved doing it slowly, seeing the way your cunt moves, leaving trails of your white cum all over his blue cock.

the na'vi, loves your mouth. the way it chokes on his cock, taking it deep inside your throat. he loves the colours of your tongue, the way it mixes with his–the way it’s so hot and warm when he feels it with his tongue. 

the na'vi, palms your tits. his kind don’t have large tits like yours. they jiggle when he fucks you from any angle and he always wants his hands or mouth on them. 

the na'vi, melts from the tunes of your voice. your moans, groans, whimpers and cries–he hears them in his sleep. the way your lips fall apart, you’re unable to resist making those little noises for him.

the na'vi, allows you to mount him. it’s his favourite position. watching the way you struggle to sit on his cock properly, constantly adjusting and begging him for help. his large hands holding onto your much smaller hips–helping guide you as your body shudders and shakes from the pleasure. he loves the way your small hands rest on his chest as you ass bounces on his cock, whimpering. he sees the way his cock looks inside of you, he can see it when you sit and stare it him, telling him, “i’ve taken all of you, look.” you rest his palms on your stomach, the ridge of his head inside can be felt from above your belly button. it makes him harder to know you can take so much for such a small being.

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[nelapanela94]

Another drabble following this story dedicated to the beautiful @notgoodforlife

TW: SMUT. MDNI. Soft sex, stablished relationship, cunnilingus, fingering, penetration.

WC: ~3k.

Shiganshina. December 851.

“Where’s is Violet?” You ask, clutching the eiderdown tight to your chest to secure the hood.

“She chose to stay in the headquarters for the weekend.”

Miles away, a sneeze breaks through the girls’ ward. Violet rubs her ice-cold nose and sneaks a hand under the pillow, a small smile dangles in her lips. There it is, the big banknote Levi slipped under her door to shoo her away for the weekend.

Now, the house is all yours. The ends justify the means.

“It’s good she bonds.”

“Uh-huh.” Levi pours the wine, hands you your mug and burrows next to you.

Fire pops from the hearth, ember tendrils lap the walls, the golden gleam peppering your faces in luster, craving the curves of your cheeks in marble. The air is rich with the scent of cinnamon and liquor notes, the sweet, homey smell of December. Against the windows, the sharp wintry wind sloshes, making the hinges creak.

Levi clears his throat, stifles a yawn in his fist and drapes an arm around you, drawing you to his chest.

“I feel like we’re seventeen again.”

“Only missing that hellish rotting smell.”

You nuzzle against him, letting out a chuckle. “How much did you bribe her with?”

“Don’t know what you talking about.”

“Oh, come on Levi, you did the same thing with Isabel.” You take a long swill and reach out, placing the half empty mug on the coffee table with a dull clank. “That’s how you got me pregnant.”

“Oh, fuck.” He looks away, cherry pink heating his face, and no, it’s not the drink.

A tittering giggle shakes you, deepening the redness on his pallor. “You don’t have to be embarrassed, Levi.” You draw a heart on his cheek, tracing and retracing the strokes. Only his eyes flick down to you, catching that playful smile that always put him in his knees before you. He slams down the content of his cup to the bottom. Warmth rises in his lower belly, and he fights it, tightening his hand around the ceramic. “How long has it been…” You take hold of his chin and tip his face to you. “Since you and I…” fruity notes douse his mouth, you use that tone that shears the wires of self-restrain.

“You sure?” His halting breath comes out in white clouds. “If you get me started, I won’t be able to stop.” You can feel the curve of his smile against your cheek, his heart jackhammering in his chest, pumping all the blood downward. You snatch the cup of his hand and place it next to yours, where it belongs.

Damn, that gorgeous cock you miss.

His hand slithers between your thighs, caressing over your nightie pants, but the warmth he exudes pierces through the weave. “You don’t need that eiderdown.” He yanks it off, and the piercing cold of the room crashes against your skin. Then he removes the scarf, and takes out your knitted cap. The incalescence you emanate seeps through every pore. “C’mere.” He slips his hands under your buttocks and scoops you up, fitting you over his legs. A moan dribbles from his lips at your weight pressing on his erection. You rock your hips, grinning haughtily, and hissing, he throws his head back, holding his bottom lip between his teeth. “Stop that.” He gnarls, but you keep grinding over clothes.

“You gonna come to this?”, you quip. And embarrassingly, if you keep going, he might. “If you want me to stop, make me.”

You’re playing with fire; trespassing a dangerous zone.

He lowers his chin. Droopy eyes smirk at you, his pupils so wide, surrounded by a thin ring of grayish blue. “I said stop that.” His tone is menacing. His fingertips drill into your waist, bringing you to a halt with a savage jolt. You fight against his grip, but his hands don’t yield as if they’re wielded to you.

“You win.”

That devilish smirk broadens, eliciting ripples of need in your core. That blissful tickling seizes your insides. You suck your lips, coating them in sheen, and cup his face in your hands. His forehead rests against yours, and he closes his eyes, his palms sauntering up to your shoulders. His voice softens. “I love you, Y/N. I fucking love you.” He’s body is trembling. “You gave me more than I could have imagined.” His gaze rests on you, and tears begin to prickle at the corners of your eyes. Your heart whistles the cheesiest song.

“I love you too, Levi.” You quaver. A crystal bead runs down your cheek, and he sweeps it away with his thumb, his callous touch so feather-like on your skin. “Fucking kiss me already.”

Laughing, he shakes his head. How much you missed that laugh. A mirthful melody reserved just for you. You fist his collar and tow him to your mouth, lips crashing and blending in perfect synchronization. Your tongue glides daintily between his lips and doesn’t wait for permission to slip into his mouth. A desperate little moan wrings out from him as your tongue swirls and sweeps with his, your fingers playing with his hair, caressing his prickly undercut. It’s just a kiss, and the world tips upside down. It’s you and him, and nothing else exists beyond the walls.

You're boiling with anticipation, your breathing becoming heavier and more urgent as his daring hands tug out the hem of your hoodie from the waistband and sneak under, taking a full of your bulgy tummy. After giving birth, that part of your body was never the same again, not even after strenuous training sessions. But he loves it, the flabby rolls, the rain streaks, the lightning bolts of life across your belly. The self-consciousness wane after years of Levi worshipping your body, admiring every scar, and tracing them with his fingertips, kissing them. If he could freeze your image, he would hang it in the permanent exhibition of his mental museum to come back whenever he needs to.  He pulls apart and blurts, “I want to see you.”

His touch unravels a storm of meteorites within you as he slips your sweater over your head. “Beautiful.”

He cups your breasts, kneading them, rolling your perky nipples under his thumb, and he can feel your heartbeat threatening to breach your chest. You close your eyes to a thin sliver; spools of sweet sounds weave out of your lips. Your back arches, and moist hovers over your right bud. Your arms wind around him as if to keep him there forever, but he cocks his head up, lips parted and dewy forming a smile. “Feet on the floor.”

You comply. He slides off the couch and kneels, wedging between your legs. His fingers hook at the waistband of your pants and panties and pull down. You raise your hips the necessary for him to wriggle the meandering clothes off. His hands stride up from your ankles to your knees, and he spreads them apart, taking in a long sniff of that scent that clouds all his senses, which turns him into a ravenous man. Starved for so long, traces of coherent thoughts erase. All he can think right now is to bury his face between your thighs and quench his thirst. The way he’s looking at you makes you blush hard.

Two fingers easily run along your glistening slit, parting those swollen pussy lips, taking the tiny pearl between his knuckles, stroking. You choke in a gasp, floundering your legs in despair. “What the hell you waiting for?” Your whine tugs up the corners of his lips.

With a brash move, he scoots you closer to the edge. “What do you want me to do?”

“You can’t be real.” You look down, twisting his hair in your hands, dragging him to where you need him now.

“This?” He sticks his tongue out and laves all the juices all the way up to your clit. You wince at the tide of pleasure crashing at your shore. And you believed your fingers could give you what your body coveted. How silly of you. Levi knew where to touch and how to to make you soar in clouds of ecstasy. “Or this?” You watch him sealing his lips over the unhooded bud, making that nasty suckling sound that turns the dial of your need to the highest intensity.  his name comes out in moans as he flicks his tongue, alternating motions and pressures that oblige you to grind your pussy against his face. But no, he’s not letting you do what you want, tonight he sets the tempo.

With a tight grip at your hips, he locks you in place, ignoring your pouting. his tongue darts down, ghosting around your entrance. You heave a whimper, begging, but he’s just too strong, you can’t jerk up your hips. “What about this?” He flits the tip of his tongue, and then it disappears within you.

“Holy walls!” you croak. Your hands clutch at the fluffy eiderdown until your fingers go numb and white, and you swear you’re going to snap only by seeing the ribald show. Your back sinks into the back of the couch and your eyes close, shutting down your thoughts, and focusing only on the blissful sensations he elicits in you.

His tongue pampers your clit with frenzied strokes that drag you near the edge in seconds. You loll your head back. Your toes curl, sweat beads down your chest and abdomen, and right when you’re about to explode, he reels back and crams two fingers inside, but he doesn’t work them in and out, instead, he prods the spongy spot with ‘come here’ motions that bring you even higher. And when his thumb starts swirling over your clit, you know it’s a matter of seconds.

Your body twitches violently, eyes squeezing tight, mouth open in a big O, and all the pent-up tension bursts. “LEVI!!!!!” your legs flutter in the air, toes whisking the edge of the coffee table as he takes your orgasm in a long ride of rapturous delight. The world shuts. It’s just you, sprawled on the sofa, and the sounds of your erratic breathing.

Little by little, your senses start to process stimuli that redefine the edges of reality. Plumose kisses smother your quivering legs, you can feel his lips reconquering every inch.

“Levi”, you mumble, scooting down your eyes.

“Uh?” His gaze meets yours, and from the tip of his nose to his chin he’s coated in ambrosia.

“Fuck me.”

“Your wishes are my commands.” He hauls up onto his feet, his erection peeking out from the elastic of his pants. He frees himself from the bristles of his clothes, and you relish the view. His rippling muscles etched in bronze, his cock standing tall and proud, precum oozing from the tip. Your sensitive pussy clenches, eager to take him all.

Levi smiles, giving himself a few strokes to release the tension, and joins you in the couch, his knees sagging the cushioned seats between your legs. He kisses you as his chest melts with yours, and his hardness aligns to your opening. You can feel it poking around, and break the kiss, pleading with your eyes.

“I know,” he kisses, “you like it rough,” kiss, “but tonight,” kiss, “I’ll show you,” kiss, “how much I love you.” His mouth reels to your ear, his words echo in your hair. “For being the best thing that ever happened to me, for giving me a family, for sticking with me when the world was falling apart. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, grow old and wrinkly by your side, me complaining about our nosy grandkids while you knit winter caps, until your tits touch the ground, and my cock can’t stand on its own. I’ll love you to the last of my days.”

“Levi” your voice breaks into a sob. he gazes down at you so lovingly, his hand cupping your cheek as he kisses away your tears.

Not to brag, but you’re the luckiest person in the world.

This is the first time he doesn’t feel like a piece of shit for making you cry.

Patiently, he enters you, holding his breath in concentration as he stretches your walls, reveling in every inch that swaddles him without taking his eyes off yours. Once fully in, he stills. In the original position in which you were molded. His heart in sync with your drumming beats. He relaxes, letting out the contained air.

“Move.”

He snuggles his face into the crook of your neck and finds your hands. Fingers fusing. He licks the sensitive spot beneath your jaw and nips lightly before starting to roll his hips. He pulls out until only the tip is left inside you and thrusts back in, straining time. Your body clenches around him, pulling out a low groan that tangles in your hair. And when he hits something deep within you, your eyes flutter close.

“Levi…”

His luscious thrusts morphed into deep long pumps, your hips eagerly meeting his, stroke after stroke. Levi clamps his eyes shut, pursing his lips into a thin line; you’re squeezing him so tight he’s not sure he can hold it up for long.

“Fuck… you feel so good, you feel so good,” your cheek nuzzles to the side of his head, and your lips shape an o, cajoling the highest notes of the tune you both compose, set, from this point on, in a continuous crescendo. Again, that delightful sensation swarms in your core, heralding your release. Levi tenses and you know he’s close too.

“Don’t pull out.”

“Fuck.” His eyes flit. His thrusts are harder, faster, causing the couch legs rattle against the floor. “You’re beautiful, beautiful, beautiful…” he chants heavenly.

“Levi, I- “

“Me too.”

He lets go of one hand to prop his weight and kisses you, hungrily, as if he’d been deprived of food for weeks and your lips were fresh fruit. The strings of self-control snap, and his movements become erratic, clumsily paced. You squirm, your fumbling legs imprison him, and your nails sink into the taut muscles of his back, carving red lines that convey your desperation.  

And the earth stops spinning. For a second, it’s just you and him, and nothing else. A low grunt burbles out from his chest, brushing your worn-out lips. He nails his eyes shut and stills as he spurts every drop of his essence deep inside you. And finally collapses.

When the dizziness ebbs, he pulls at the covers and wrapped your entwined bodies into a cocoon from which he’d never escape. And because he doesn’t want the cold to bite his ass.

Your breaths mingle together, and you can smell the faint whiff of lavender soap under his sweat. Blindly, you reach out and touch his cheek.

If he were to define home, it would be in your arms.

For all the days you pretended to be brave, and he blameless. For the lonely nights, and for all those cold encounters in which your bodies seemed alien and soulless.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He dozes off first to the soothing fondling in his hair.

*

Violet’s resting against the wall, finger pads rapping on the cold stone. If Levi doesn’t stop pacing like a maniac from side to side, she’ll trip him up. His frantic steps are sapping her sanity.

“Why they take so long?” He grunts and rams his hands into his pockets. Every scream is a stab to the heart. How can you be so brave?

“Do you want a boy or a girl?” Violet tries to swerve the situation. “Cause I want a baby brother.”

“A healthy child.”

Violet smiles.

Baby wails take over from the room out to the hall, and two pairs of grayish blue eyes bang in apprehension. They exchange glances, both rushing to the door.

“Get your hand off, I’m going first.”

“The fuck you talking about? I’m the father, I’m going in first.” He shoves her away, but she lashes back.

“It’s my sibling.”

“And I made the brat, so it’s my win.”

“Dad!”

“Shut up! You gonna get us kicked out of the hospital.” Two Ackermans quarreling is a luring show.

The door clicks from the inside, and the two ravenettes step back. A friendly smile spreads over chubby cheeks. “Congratulations, Captain Levi.” The nurse steps aside and lets them in. Pretty much, they crash into the room.

You cast a deathly glare, and they zip their lips.

The new bundle of joy sleeps peacefully in your arms. Violet can’t contain her effervescence and drags a chair to the side of the bed. “Please tell me he’s a boy.”

“Say hi to your little brother.”

A stifled shriek pierces through her as she pumps her fists to the air.

Smiling, Levi brushes away a curl of your face. “Are you alright?” He leans and places a kiss on your forehead.

“I am. Only tired.”

“I’m proud of you.”

The baby yawns, and you three chuckle, captivated by his serenity and little snores. Violet snuggles at your left and Levi at your right, his butt in the air. Your family crammed in a hospital bed. And this is all you need right now. Joy and gratitude flow through you. However, the smell of iron and ashes of war waft in the air. You’re out of the battlefield, unarguably. Right now, all your strength and energy are geared to this new life. Levi and Violet will manage themselves. You close your eyes, and take a cleansing breath, letting it dredge the edginess before it scours your happiness.

“Can we ask Onyankopon to paint a picture of us with that weird device?”

“It’s not a painting, Violet. But that would be nice.”

“You thought of a name already?”

“No.”

“Me neither.” Levi says.

“Do you have one in mind Vi?” You stroke her hair.

“Leo.”

“Leo.” You taste it in your mouth. “I like it. What do you think, Levi?”

Leo. Violet. His children’s names carrying the halves of his.

“It’s perfect.”

[tipsydipsydo]

➳ the shower

➳ "keep teasing, I'll bend you over right here!"

➳ "it'd be better if they watched"

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Gender of the Reader: male

Word Count: ~1k

Rating: 18+

Genre: Smut/PwP

Warnings: Dirty Language + Dirty Talk; Petnames; verbal Degradation; Mentions of Daddy! Kink; Dom-Sub-Dynamic (Top! & Dom! Reader x Bottom! & Sub! Jungkook) ; anal Fingering; Mentions of Exhibitionism-Kink; Teasing; Anal Sex; Mentions of unprotected Sex; In conclusion: Jungkook is a vocal brat

A/N: I know, I know... Pride Month is almost a month over but I had a writersblock lately and this shit kept me away from writing... so I'll try now to post some more bts x male reader stories! ♡ I hope you like my newest work ;)

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You should have known that Jungkook only offered you the option of showering together to simply tease the shit out of you. He said, it would save sooo much more warm water for his other roomates up and that Seokjin would yell at him when they run out of warm water again.

You were indeed way too naïve and trustful. The thought alone that Jungkook could get possibly in trouble because of him, his boyfriend, who neither live here nor pay for anything decided already for him. You're simply a guest who sleep over from time to time and your mom made sure that you'll grow into a man with good manners. So after Jungkook explained the urgency why you should shower together, you don't have any kind of reason why you shouldn't.

Well, you definitely should know Jungkook already well enough to realize, that your boyfriend like to use some white lies here and there to get what he wants. It's still hard to believe for you how the previous Jungkook, who was so terribly shy and nervous as you started dating each other, turned out to be so mishief and sassy. As someone, who could barely exchange some small talk without any stuttering at first, he has now a more than bold tongue and loves to be a brat that tests the limits of your acceptance. Little did you know that he is a masochist who needs to get put back into 'his place', eventhough he won't admit it openly. At least until now.

A cheeky pinch into your left buttcheek got you out of your thoughts and a boyishly giggle comes from behind you. You agreed to wash each others back and of course Jungkook couldn't let the perfect opportunity of grabbing your ass pass by.

"I like your ass, Daddy~ I love to see the how your muscles twitch when I am pinching you and how you gasp in surprise and disbelief, hehe.", chuckles Jungkook and you can literally hear the bright bunny smile out of his voice. It's pretty common for him, he has on his face whenever he teases or annoys you on purpose.

While his endearing smile makes your heart melt and let Jungkook getting away with his teasing way too often, the title he just called you does something to you and Jungkook knows that. Of course he do.

Your nose flare as you take a deep breath and the annoyed eye-roll had given way for a hungry and almost predatory-like expression. Slowly you turn around to Jungkook, who's eyes grows big the moment he sees your facial expression. A harsh gulp follows as you close the space between you two and cages him with your arms, sandwiching him between your own body and the cold tiles. The steady bobs of his adams-apple make it look so incredibly seductive. Some deep purple hickeys all over his neck would suit Jungkook very well.

"Hm, Babyboy? What was that? Would you mind to explain your bratty behavior to me? Keep teasing, I'll bend you over right here. Seems like you wouldn't mind to play around with Daddy for a little bit. Well, if we're already standing here in the shower together, then we need to make the waste of water to be worth it, right?", you wisper in a raspy voice into his slightly blushing ear.

A dark, satiesfied chuckle flees over your lips as you see how his bold and bratty personality starts slowly to crumble down and how your own teasing and promising words put him into his submissive mindset. Jungkook may be a tease but with the right words and gaze you can turn him easily back into a good, well behaving sub.

"What about a quick shower fuck? Isn't that what you wanted, Kookie?"

Your boyfriend exhales shakingly, didn't even recognized that he hold his breath the last few seconds. He nibbles at his lower lip with his cute bunny theeth before he gives you his confirmation.

"Y-Yes please, Daddy. Fuck me, I need you to drill your big dick inside of me, please split my asshole open with your girthy cock-", he whines weakly. Yes, that's what you like to hear. Suddenly he is such a good boy again, it's truly fascinating.

"Turn around, Baby. Spread your legs and pull your cute, little ass cheeks apart for me."

It only takes you a short moment to reach through the small slit of the opened glass door to grab into the drawer of the nearby standing bathroom drawer and pull a bottle of lube out.

It isn't the first time you have some fun in the shower.

The sight Jungkook is giving you let a deep grunt of appreciation escape your throat and leave your hard cock salivating in precum. God, he looks way too hot in this position. Literally awaiting for your cock to get fucked mercilessly.

To be honest... Jungkook is such a slut for assplay. The way already two of your fingers slip into his soft, stretched hole without any resistance. Just a few minutes later your third finger joins in without any problems. He must playing with himself a lot when you aren't around...

Just tiny whimpers and little pants left his mouth while you fingered him but now... now, where you lined your red and angry leaking cock up to his, in exitement clenching hole and slowly filling him up... whiny and highpitched moans filling the humid air in the bathroom.

Jungkook's right cheek is pressed against the tiles, eyes rolling back into his skull whenever you pulled out almost completely just to drill your cock balls deep back into him. To hear how the skin of your hips meets his bubble butt and create such obscene slapping noises clouds Jungkook's mind. He tries desperately to lift his trembling hand to his mouth to muffle his greedy moans, he would be mortified if his roommates call him out about being way too vocal once again.

Unfortunately his intention doesn't fit the plans you have for him. He teased you on purpose, very well aware that all of his roommates are at home today. He is the one who loves the thrill of getting caught doing something nasty. He is the one who jerked you off at the movie theater. So you don't have the need to cover up what you're doing.

You let Jungkook's hips go for a minute, just to grab both of his wrists and move his arms behind his back, holding them in place with one hand while the other one moves back to it's previous place at his hip.

"It'd be better if they watched. Just imagine how the bathroom door would open and they would stand there, watching us. Then they'd see how well I am fucking and wrecking this little ass of yours. What a good little fucktoy you are, taking my fat cock so well in your tiny asshole. Just think about how our nasty, shameless act turn them on to that point where they couldn't control themself anymore and start to jerk off to us. You would like that, yeah? I know what a dirty little boy you are. So let them hear what a greedy, filthy fuckdoll you are. Come, don't be shy. Be louder. Even more louder, Baby..."

[venusiangguk]

hand-picked | jjk (m)

>>pairing: jungkook x reader / famous!jk x sex worker!oc

>>genre: strangers to lovers, smut, pwp, teaser, drabble

>>word count: 2.8k

>>warnings: glory hole au!!!, cocky jk, bad boy jk, stripper oc, sex work, sexual tension, awkward tension, hand job, blowjob, cumshot, cum on tits, pay for play, semi-anonymous sex, dirty talk, dishonesty...  that’s it i think zzz

>>notes: if u don’t like sex workers ur ugly and i hate u 😌 also ty to @wheresmymoniat​ for betaing n helping me out, ily <3 *repost bc tag issues don’t mind me 🙄*

>>summary: glory holes weren’t a real thing... at least until you’re on your knees for a stranger, cock in your face, with nothing but a curtain between you.

Despite your nerves, you grasp the semi-hard cock in front of you, attached to a nameless person behind the curtain. For a moment you wonder what the hell you’re doing, but the soft sigh that you hear brings you back to the present. You stroke up and down, watching as he starts to become fully aroused. The foreskin rolls over the pink tip on every upstroke. You bite your lip. The silence is awkward, but you think maybe the whole situation is.

 “So... what do you do? Like… not specifically of course, but are you an idol? An actor? You can be vague…” 

 Behind the curtain, Jeongguk, whom you don’t know the identity of, stiffens just a bit. Will his voice give him away? Maybe, but he was never one to turn down an opportunity to boast about himself and his achievements.

 “I’ve done it all,” His voice is airy, softer than he would like, but your hand on his cock is speeding up, and so is his breathing. “I’m good at all of it too.”

 You hum at the man’s response. Cocky. “Isn’t saying you’re good at a lot of things just another way of saying you’re not good enough at one thing? So you have to compensate by spreading yourself thin?” You gasp a small giggle when you feel the cock in your hand jump a little at your words. “Did you like that? It wasn’t meant to be degrading, but if that’s what you’re into-“

 “It’s not- that.” He doesn’t know if he’s denying your psychoanalyzation, or your keen interpretation of the way his cock reacted to your psychoanalyzation but one was more inaccurate than the other. He actually was great at most everything he did, no need to overcompensate like you assumed. 

 Your small hand tightens, and you rub your thumb at the underside of the head, you let out a small pleased noise when you see a bead of precum well at the tip. “Really? You’re starting to leak a little.”

 You sound amused and humorous and if Jeongguk had it in him he would be annoyed or even upset at the way you’re talking to him. You were basically hired help, a means to an end. He glances down his torso at his hard cock in your tiny, well-kept manicured hands. Your nails are a dark red, burgundy color. It complements your skin well, he thinks. He can’t see much of you, just your forearms, along with the bottom part of your tummy and your legs. You’re sitting on your knees between his spread out thighs, feet tucked under you. From the tight black leggings you’re wearing and the slim-fit long sleeve white crop top you have on, Jeongguk can tell you have a good figure. Your waist is tapered in, tiny and cinched, and your hips are wide enough to accentuate it, letting him know you’ve got a petite hourglass frame. You aren’t too skinny though, there’s a softness to your body that he likes. It’s not like he needed the tight fitting clothes to know what your body looked like, though. He’s already seen more of it than he is right now. His mind flashes to the club.

 You may be hired help, but you were hand-picked by him. 

 “It’s just-“ He contemplates what to tell you and settles for, “It’s been a while.”

 “Since?” You push. You hear footsteps outside and you hand stops, scared for some reason that you’ll get caught doing something bad. As if the door wasn’t locked and being guarded. Behind the black curtain, his hips lift just barely, urging you to keep going. Don’t stop.

 “Since someone’s helped me.” Jeongguk’s head rolls back when your hand starts moving again. It’s been at least a few months since he’s gotten off with someone, his hand being his only companion. After the situation blew up even more than it had in months prior, his leash was tight. No wiggle room at all. He was suffocating and desperate. He almost cried when his team propositioned this arrangement, embarrassing as it was.

 When he speaks, his voice is soft and everything is said with a sigh. He sounds so relieved, like it feels so good to be in your palm, like he’s been waiting for your hand on his cock forever. You blush, and right your thoughts. You don’t even know who he is or what he looks like. Still, you ask, “Does it feel good, do you like it?” Tone soft to match his.

 Jeongguk nods and swallows thickly. Eyes still closed, letting the pleasure slowly work its way through his veins. Then he remembers you can’t see him. “Yeah.” He breathes.

 You hum and keep up your ministrations. Not slow, but not fast either. You’re not quite sure what he likes yet, but the soft moans that flutter through the curtain at least let you know what you’re doing isn’t wrong. 

 “I like your hands,” He surprises you by saying. “They’re so small; soft,” A more vocal sound falls from his lips when you twist your hand on the upstroke. He’s chuckling when he says, “Kinda strokes my ego a little bit.”

 You glance at the cock in your hand. It’s pretty. Thick and pink. A pleasant kind of heavy in your hand. The veins running over it are subtle enough to not be ugly or intimidating. The only intimidating thing about it is the size. He’s big. And you’re sure he already knows that. 

 You snort. “I don’t think you need that stroked.”

 This makes him laugh a little harder. It’s a nice sound. “Yeah, you’re probably right,” He hums, you think you can hear a smile in his voice. It’s quiet again for just a moment before he says, “Will you- faster? Make your hand a little tighter too- yeah, like that.”

 His hips sink into the chair when you comply with his requests before he’s bringing them back up, subtly thrusting into your palm. You fight back a moan; you shouldn’t be getting hot for someone you don’t even know right? This was strictly business. Still, you can’t help the slight shifting you do, squeezing your legs together for a little bit of pressure on your pussy.

 Jeongguk notices. “Are you turned on?”

 “No!” You squeak.

 “You can touch yourself,” He offers.

 “No!” You insist, “I-I’m fine.Thank you though.” You say dumbly.

 He doesn’t say anything more, focuses on your hand on him, tugging just how he asked. His hand rubs over his stomach, flexing as he teases himself, his own light touches mixed with your strokes brings goosebumps over his skin. “Feels, so good.” He groans, eyes watching your hand under the curtain.

 Encouraged, you bring your other hand up and massage lightly at his balls. They’re hairless, the only hair he has is the small trimmed patch above the base of his cock. He’s well kept and has good hygiene. That alone was attractive to you, stranger or not.

 When you palm his balls, his legs spread as far as they can with his black cargo pants still around his calves, his big black stomper boots keeping them from being shed all the way. “Fuck,” He moans deep and loud for you. One of his hands comes down past the curtain and reaches for you before he quickly pulls it back. You think you saw a flash of ink on it, but you can’t be too sure, mind kind of fuzzy with poorly hidden arousal. The opposite hand comes into view, and your mouth parts in awe as he covers your own hand with his. It’s so much bigger than yours, completely enveloping it as he strokes himself off, using you in a way. Then again the whole arrangement was you both using each other. 

 “You’re mouth- put your mouth on it,” He sighs, pleasure just dripping from his lips. His cock is rock hard in both your hands, and you can tell he’s getting close.

 You hesitate. “Will… will you be able to see me?”

 Jeongguk comes out of his desire induced high a little bit and realizes what he said. He wants it, fuck does he want your mouth, but he probably should have asked. “No, no. I’ll lower the curtain a bit more if you want, and you don’t have to swallow. You don’t even have to suck it if you don’t want- like I know we have a thing going on but I would never like- force you I-“

 He’s rambling a tad so you cut him off. “I want to, I think,” You whisper, taking in his intimidating size again, “I just- if I can’t know who you are, you can’t know who I am.” You blush feeling a little childish.

 Jeongguk keeps the fact that he already knows what you look like and more or less who you are, at least on a surface level, to himself as he moves the curtain to the next lower notch, the bar resting just above his pelvis now. He can’t really see much of you at all anymore. “That’s fair, yeah, just-“ With your confirmation that you do in fact want to suck him off, he can’t keep the lustful neediness out of his voice, “Please.”

 You take a deep breath as you wrap both of your hands around his cock, the tip still poking out the top. Tentatively you lick at his frenulum and the sound that comes from behind the curtain is obscene. His hips twitch and everything. You want to hear his noises, all of them, so you do it again. You flick your tongue fast over the most sensitive underpart of the head, before placing wet sucking kisses to the same area, almost making out with the tip of his cock.

 “Oh my god-“ His body is pulled taut, and his hands are gripping the chair that he’s sitting in. “Fuck that’s- I love that.” He says, head dropping back, mouth open in a silent moan. 

 You moan against the tip of his cock, not able to hold yourself back anymore. Wrapping your lips around it, you take the head all the way into your wet, hot mouth, and suck. You lap up all the precum that leaked out, and point your tongue to play with the slit. The man behind the curtain is loud for you, letting you know just how good you’re making him feel. You get so lost in it that you don’t register him raising the curtain bar just enough for him to slip his hand past and push you off.

 “S-sorry,” He says, panting, “I was about to cum.”

 You make a small sound of confusion. “That’s okay, I can swallow- If you want me to.”

 Jeongguk shakes his head behind the curtain. “No, I- I wanna watch… see your hands stroke me off.” His request is quiet but his cock pulses in your hand, needy and hot. Already begging for release, despite you not being at it for that long.

 Wordlessly, you start stroking again, gathering the spit that’s on his tip to make the slide easier. It doesn’t take much time at all before his thighs are flexing and you can see the lower part of his abs tensing. 

 “Close,” He whispers.

 Jeongguk watches as your tiny hands fly up and down his cock, grip tight just like he showed you. He’s doing his best to not fuck up into your hands, wanting to just rely on you and your movements, but it’s hard. Small eager little thrusts of his hips show you how ruined he is. And it’s just a handjob. He knows. If he was present enough he would probably be embarrassed by how angry and red his cock is, swollen and hot in your palm. And he’s just so wet, leaking all over the place making the strokes of your hand loud in the room. 

 He watches as you hunch over some, to where he can see everything below your neck, and your free hand comes up to your shirt. He sees you struggle a little bit as do your best to get the collar down under your bra, with only one hand before squeezing at your tits. “Do you want to cum on them?” You whisper.

 “Fuck, please.” He whines high pitch and needy, all reservations out the window. 

 You hum, and work your arm faster over his cock, the rapid movements making your tits jiggle. “Do it, cum for me… cum all over my tits.”

 You can’t see him, but Jeongguk’s face is lewd. Pleasure so apparent on his features, it almost looks painful. His eyebrows are furrowed, his mouth open, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes are wet and glassy, so overwhelmed by finally getting help after so long of cumming by himself. He’s chanting soft, pornographic yeah’s and yes’s until his whole body curls in on itself, you can see the way his legs tremble as he moans, “Fuck, I’m cumming.”

 He forces himself to keep his eyes somewhat open, lidded and heavy with arousal, as he shoots all over your chest. You’re moaning with him behind the curtain as you work him through his orgasm, despite no physical pleasure being given to you, and that makes another small shot of cum dribble from his spent cock. You lean forward, careful of your identity, and wipe the leftover milky substance on your already soiled skin and black bra. You slap the slowly softening cock on them for good measure and Jeongguk groans.

 You keep playing with his cock, not sure if he’s the type to like it or the kind that wants you off right after he finishes, but he winces and reaches his hand under after not too long, stopping you.

 “Please,” He whines.

 His voice is fucked out, and your pussy aches, needy and wet in your panties. “Oh, sorry…”

 He laughs lightly. “No, no. Don’t say sorry… You’re like- so good.” Jeongguk sighs to himself out of your view. He’s leaning back in the chair, while running a hand through his sweaty hair. Little tremors of pleasure are still coursing through him, when he closes his eyes, blissed out, dazed and relaxed. Finally, after months of being pent up. “So, so good.” He murmurs softly, distractedly. 

 His hand that reached under the bar to grab yours to stop you, is lazily rubbing over the back of your hand, hold light and subconscious against his thigh. He probably doesn’t even know he’s doing it and you blush, shyly pulling your hand away. He doesn’t show any sign of even noticing and you both settle into a soft quiet, only your breaths sounding in the room.

 “Um.” You say eloquently.

 “Fuck sorry.” Jeongguk says, scooting the chair back to put his now soft cock away. He rolls his eyes to himself. Way to get stuck in the afterglow by himself with his flaccid cock in some girls face. “Let me get you a towel.”

 “Should I put the blindfold back on?” You ask.

 “Uh- Yeah.” He says stilted. This is weird. You just made him cum so hard he almost knocked out, and now he’s making you cover your eyes so you don’t figure out who he is. 

 You hear the hesitation in the man’s voice and assure him that it’s okay, while grabbing the blindfold you tucked into the waistband of your leggings. You knew how it went, you signed the papers. Patiently you wait until you hear him coming back and sense a soft moist towel being shoved under the bar. You blindly grab it with a soft, “Thanks.”

 “I’ll go wait in the bathroom so you can- I don’t know…? Get ready to go I guess.” You hear his heavy boots retreat to the bathroom, that’s located on his side of the curtain, assuring that he wouldn’t be seeing you on his way.

 With the blindfold off, you go about cleaning yourself. Your knees crack when you stand up after being sat on them for so long. Wincing, you run a hand through your long hair and walk over to the table where you left your bag. You leave the used rag in its place and you shoulder the purse. About to make your way to the door, you pause.

 “I’m uh- leaving?” You yell unsure.

 “Okay,” He yells back through the door. “Did you- did they- your- did they give you the-“ He stutters, not sure how to ask if you got paid.

 The wad of cash in your purse is heavy. Figuratively and literally. “Yeah, they did.” 

 “Okay… Good. I’ll um see you next time?” He sounds hesitant and shy. 

 You laugh. “Yeah I guess so.” And with that, you make your way out of the hotel, thinking that he sounds a whole lot less entitled and cocky than he did when you first got there.

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hiii guysss! thanks for reading this lil drabble! This is kind of like a teaser for a longer fic i have on the back burner (let me know if you like the concept and want me to continue!) but i wanted to post something because i havent for a few weeks bc i have been soo busy with school pls i want to cry 🥲 i should be doing maths as i post this lmao. ANYWAY! thanks again for reading, if u liked it, pls like, comment, reblog, or even send an ask! love talking to u guys n feedback is always lovely <3

[hansolmates]

shiver | 02

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summary; jungkook changed since he moved out of his small town church community and attended college. when he returns for a christmas mass, you suddenly crave a taste of his fun and carefree life. in exchange, jungkook craves a taste of you pairing; bad boy!jungkook x church girl!reader genre/warnings; childhood friends to lovers, brief childhood friends to enemies, fwb!au, catholic guilt, jungkook is a meanie who eventually turns into a soft tsundere, bicuriosity, sexual exploration, virgin!oc, eventual smut—in this installment: mentions of sex w/c; 1.2k a/n; thanks for the overwhelming amount of love for pt1! now that the plot is p much set up in this installment, the drabble updates will be a lil shorter (around 400-1k) i hope that doesn’t deter anyone. hope this is a good start to your weekend babiesss, next installment will be jjk’s pov! [shiver masterpost]

“You live here?” 

“You’re moving in here?” 

Since the boxes started to pile up the doorstep, Jungkook was wondering all day who’d be occupying the room next to him. It’s a corner room, which made Jungkook doubly jealous because they had a great view of the city. Who knew his new neighbor would be the bobbing bunny who’d chase him in childhood (and all the way to adulthood, apparently.) 

Conversely, you’re also shocked. Your parents checked out this place, and said nothing about Jungkook also living here. Then again, not mentioning it may be the point.

It’s the start of a new semester, and you haven’t talked to Jungkook since that whole Christmas fiasco. You avoided Jungkook for the rest of the holiday, refusing to let him play with you like this. No matter how big your crush may be, you have dignity and five minutes of fondling will not change that. 

“Yeah, finally picked a graduate school.” you drop your last box on top of the pile, “this was the only school my family could compromise on.” 

“Congrats,” his eyes flicker over to the boxes, stacked higher than you, “you need help moving in?” 

You weren’t about to refuse free labor, so you open your door and let him set up. Jungkook knows your tastes, years and years of study groups having you and your friend visiting each other’s rooms up until high school. He color-codes your closet for you, diligently making sure to avoid your delicates and unmentionables. The frames are put up at straight angles, not a corner out of place. While the apartment is small and old, it’ll be your new home for the next year. You’re excited. 

“Still needs that touch,” Jungkook holds his hand out like a frame, going over the blank nooks and crannies of your apartment, “something’s missing.” 

Jungkook sees things you don’t see. You heard one Sunday lunch that Jungkook’s studying to be an architect. To you, whatever’s missing in this apartment is miniscule, even nonexistent. 

You think the missing thing is him, although Jungkook doesn’t know it. He’s poking and prodding around, moving small furniture to different corners and then surveying the corners. Jungkook is the bit of home you’ll get when you’re tired and stressed over work. Maybe you two can be study buddies, or get lunch together on campus. The thought has you warm, wondering if Jungkook will be able to see you anything other than a childhood friend turned pretty. 

“I won’t be bringing much here,” you say reluctantly, running your fingers over the polished kitchen counter, “I still have to go home for church every weekend.” 

Jungkook’s eyes quirk at the revelation that you can’t stay in the city due to hometown obligations, and within reason. Jungkook doesn’t go back every weekend, yet your family expects you to. It was the compromise when you decided to go to graduate school here. 

“Well, not this weekend though right?” Jungkook rocks on his heels, black toe socks rubbing against the dark hardwood floor as he meets you behind the counter, “since your parents think you’ll be too busy unpacking?” 

“Maybe?” you throw the question right back at him, unsure of where he’s going with this. 

“There’s a party at my friend’s house Saturday night. There could be some classmates in your major, meet some new friends?” 

Jungkook’s inviting you to a party. Jungkook’s going to take you to a party to help you make new friends and socialize with people other than your nosy uncles and aunts. You don’t even have to answer, the adoration on your face evident. Jungkook will introduce you to people, show you off, get you drinks. 

(Maybe he’ll even kiss you goodnight.) 

You shake that thought off quickly, knowing that kind of desire will get you in trouble. You need to take things slowly if you have any chance of being with Jungkook. Going to the party as friends will be more than enough. 

He tucks his finger under your chin, forcing you to look at him. There’s nothing romantic about the action, no matter how you spin it around. Your eyes are perpetually glued to the floor, painfully meek, “I’ll pick you up at eight.” 

“She’s so weird!” 

You stiffen at the exclamation, clutching your red plastic cup with both hands as you lean against the wall that connects the kitchen to the hallway. They can’t see you if you act like a wallflower, so you hold your breath and wait for the blow. 

“C’mon, church girls are like that,” that’s Park Jimin’s voice, the first friend Jungkook introduced you to when you walked in the house. His voice sounds kind through the R&B music blasting through the flat screen television, yet it still rubs you the wrong way that he refers to you as a “church girl.” Jimin’s no better than the girl who’s talking about you. 

“But Jungkook isn’t like that,” It’s Nayeon that starts this, and it saddens you slightly because you wanted to be her friend. She was all smiles and sweet stares when Jungkook was by your side, but you suppose none of that kindness was directed towards you. “He’s cool. She dresses like a fifties school teacher and has barely said ten words all evening! I don’t know what Jungkook was thinking.” 

Speaking of, where is Jungkook now? It’s been twenty minutes since you’ve last seen him. Twenty minutes of taking sips at a haphazardly mixed drink and twiddling your fingers as you try to insert yourself into a puzzle that you’re not cut into. 

“Besides,” Nayeon’s voice twinkles through the room, clear as day, “He only invited her out of pity. I’m pretty sure he’s fucking Jungyeon in the bathroom right now.” 

Bile rises though your throat like rain in a well, threatening to spill over and embarrass you further. Your fingers crush the plastic slightly, curling and bending at your whim. 

To torture yourself further, you take slow steps towards the bathroom. What you hear has tears spilling over your eyes. Jungkook’s heady voice, a girl’s soft cries that penetrate through the walls and into your ears. It’s not the sex that gets you upset, nor Jungkook’s desire to leave you for another girl. 

You’re not a charity case, you’re not an object to be pitied. You’re not a sheltered church girl. Sure, Jungkook may not feel that way. Yet Jungkook put you in an environment where others are typecasting you, making you feel like you don’t fit in. Jungkook didn’t even warn you when he ditched, a common courtesy that you know for a fact friends do for each other, even though this is your first real college party.

When you bolt out of there and drive home, you don’t go to your apartment. You set the GPS to take you straight home, back to your tiny town. You begin your recovery process early Sunday morning. 

A scalding hot shower, to scrape away the smell of alcohol on your body. 

You spend early morning cleaning the storage room and the classrooms, scrubbing away until everything’s shining. 

You pray and apologize for the pleasure and pain—for giving into temptation on Christmas Day and the toppling results of that. 

Once you get home, you spend a pretty penny on decorating your apartment. Clashing art pieces—anime posters, random florals, a cat mug. Things that you like, things to make yourself happy. 

These are steps in the right direction. You need a cleanse. Specifically a cleanse for Jeon Jungkook. 

[huenjin]

wanna be adored.

part of the drabble game !!

pairing – hwang hyunjin x reader | roommate!au

word count – 1015 words

request – hyunjin + size kink + slight fix

genre – smut, includes size kink, big cock!hyunjin, unprotected sex, praise kink, cunnilingus, use of vibrator, bulge kink.

Never in a million years did you ever think you would be like this – legs spread apart so wide that your sopping wetness leaks down only to stain your bedsheet, lower lip caught between your teeth as you close your eyes and your roommate, Hwang Hyunjin eating you out like never before. His large hands hold your hip almost covering the entirety of the vast skin as he moves mercilessly against your lips, tongue lapping against your folds like you provided him nectar.

He pulls away and you look at him, or more specifically, his mouth coated and ruined by your shiny wetness. He trudges his tongue out to lick clean his mouth and your eyes wouldn't dare to move away from your roommate.

He picks up the purple vibrator from your side – the cause of this predicament and you gulp. Hyunjin turns it on in his hand, the vibration so clearly evident and the man scoffs, "This thing was supposed to relieve you?" He looks at you, smirk evident before shaking it off and pressed the vibration against your clit and you scream. You grip the sheets and your already sensitive core from Hyunjin's ministrations does not better at being subtle.

Hyunjin circles the vibrator over your clit before moving it up and down your slit. You gulp, small, soft purrs leaving your lips, "Hyunjin, please, please, please."

"Oh, you're not ready," he says, chuckling and in the next minute, he pushes the purple silicone head past your opening, pushing open your walls and you knees buckle, back arches and you are going crazy by the time Hyunjin has completely pushed the toy in you. He watches in eagerness at your wetness gushing out as the vibrator moves inside you, stimulating your nerves.

"This thing is nothing," he mumbles and he plays with pushing it in you, once and twice and you are crying, begging at Hyunjin to move it faster — to remove that fucking toy and maybe give you the real deal. "So let me get you more wet to take my cock, okay?"

Hyunjin rubs your clit with his thumb as he pushes the vibrator in you and you think you are going feral with the vibrations that you can feel all the way to your tip. You are moving unhinged under him and Hyunjin laughs, tightening his hold on your hips as he quickened the pace of rubbing your clit.

"Hyunjin, Hyunjin," it's a helpless chant. If Hwang Hyunjin, your roommate, had always been ready to help you with your problem, why the fuck did he not catch you early and rid you of your misery? "Please, please, please."

"Please what, princess?" He coos and your lips quiver.

"Need your dick. Need your dick, please," you beg. Your lower half moves with the the vibrator, so close to your very own orgasm as you circles your hips with his repeated thrusts of the toy until he stops all his movements. He removes the toys from you, scrutinising it with his eyes before he sticks his tongue out and licks it from the base to the tip only to wrap his pretty lip around the toy and suck on it to taste you.

"You taste so good," he gasps. "My princess tastes like heaven. Can't wait to have your pretty little pussy wrapped around my big cock."

Hwang Hyunjin will be your damnation and you don't mind. This man, soon, throws it away, and removes his boxers, his cock hitting his abdomen before standing erect before you and you realise why he told you over and over about how you were not ready for him.

Because truth is, you doubt your body will ever be ready for his cock.

Your pussy throbs and releases juices and Hyunjin is chuckling, asking you, "Did you get excited from seeing my cock?"

You nod, turning away and whispering, "I don't think it'll fit me." Hyunjin that has moved closer to you, stop, worry lacing his eyes and he asks, "Do you want me to stop then? I don't want to hurt you, princess, ever—"

"No," you quickly interrupt him, your body shifting downwards to meet him. You lift up your hips barely and you beg, "Please break me."

Hyunjin thinks it is the very sight that breaks him down into an insane man. Your small petite body begging for him at the sight of his cock, wetness gushing out and Hyunjin's at it like the insane man he is in this minute because of you.

He grabs hold of your body and in a minute, he pushes his cock – so thick in dimensions that you've never seen a cock this big – into your pussy, stretching your walls out so wide that you know he's going to rip you apart and you'd gladly let him. Hyunjin takes a whole minute to bottom out into you, despite his length, thanks to your sopping core.

You are full. Oh so full, that you can barely move, that you feel like you are pinned. His length goes all the way deep enough to make a bulge and you are gaping. Your body lifts itself up to watch the bulge, finding yourself grow wetter.

"Hyunjin, your—"

"Such a small pussy and yet look at how it fits me. Look at how far my cock will go in you." He thrusts into you and you see the bulge move in awe. "Look at how deep," he thrusts back in, "it'll go. Look at you, princess. Look at my princess taking it all like a good girl. You're a good girl. What a pity no one fucked you like you deserve to be, like the good, good girl you are."

Hyunjin's pistoning into you, the bulge growing in size before falling and your mind is clouded. Your walls are constantly being pushed apart, widened and stretched and everything is too much. Hyunjin's arm stretch to hold your face to look at him before he quickens his pace.

"I'll fuck you, princess. I'll make you my good girl and no one else's."

[sleepy-belphie]

Control

Pairing: Lucifer x gn!reader

Genre: smut

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: Lucifer had no problem keeping himself under control, until he met you.

Warnings: Corruption kink (i think thats it, lmao)

a/n: So the lovely @sevensins-stuff decided it would be haha funny to send me this ask. It influenced me to make this drabble/blurb/scenario???? I don’t know what this is really but I hope you enjoy! It’s my first smut piece so I hope it’s okay <3

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There was something in the way you looked at Lucifer when you were on your knees and waiting for his command that made him go feral. 

You had been such a sweet little thing when he met you for the first time. When you arrived he was sure there had been a mistake and you were actually from the Celestial Realm. He hadn’t ever seen a human basically glow with kindness. You walked around all these demons without a care in the world because of your obliviousness. You were always thoughtful and kind to him and his brothers. You were nothing but good through and through.

And it drove him insane.

But not in the way it did with the second eldest, who frequently called you a goody two shoes. To be frank, it really turned him on. 

He tried to ignore it. You were a human, you were the exchange student, you were absolutely off-limits. Yet he found himself sitting in his study with his pen in his hand, thinking about bending you over the desk he was working on. He would think about the sounds you’d make when he spanked your ass and thighs. He would think about how you’d scream while he pounded you into the hardwood. He’d realize he snapped his pen in half while daydreaming about you, again. That was his 4th pen this week.

Lucifer prides himself on his self-restraint. He was the eldest and the most mature which meant he could keep himself together in even the most stressful situations. Yet when you approach him in the kitchen one afternoon and ask him to walk you to RAD with those damn big, sweet eyes of yours he feels like he is a hair away from losing it. 

He starts avoiding you, pushing Mammon to do even more ‘human duties’ so he wouldn’t have to see you much besides meals. But of course, he can’t control your actions. So when you stroll into his study while he’s working late one night in your really short pajama shorts and a tank top with your nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric, he barely manages to not let his demon form come out.

You couldn’t sleep and saw he was awake so you wanted to keep him company for a bit until you got sleepy. A simple request overall, he couldn’t find it in him to turn you away. Even if he wanted to leap over his desk, rip your pajamas off, and leave marks on every inch of your body. He nods and you go and sit in a chair. He manages to focus enough to get through a bit more paperwork. When the clock strikes 2am, he glances over to find you had fallen asleep.

He couldn’t just leave you here, right? He had to take you back to your room and so he does. He watches your face as he walks down the hall, even when you were asleep you looked like one of the purest beings to ever grace his presence. Considering he was an angel at one point, that’s saying a lot. 

He sets you down on your bed but as he’s about to straighten up, you grab his arm. 

“Oh, my apologies if I woke you MC. Go back to sleep,” Lucifer says gently as he starts to walk away.

But your hands don’t loosen on his sleeve.

“Stayyyy.” You tug on his arm, half asleep and very clingy.

“I...don’t think that’s a good idea.” Lucifer sighs.

He could easily pull out of your grip and leave, but the logical and impulsive parts of him were at odds and he couldn’t decide which he should listen to.

“Pleaseeee? Just for a little, it was so easy to fall asleep with you around.” 

The moment you pouted at him with those taunting, sweet eyes of yours, he knew he was going to give in. It won’t take long. You’re already half asleep. He could control himself. Perhaps he may have been able to control himself, had you actually gone back to sleep. Instead, when he lays down next to you, you turn to face him. 

“You can’t sleep with your eyes on me, MC.” Lucifer teases with a small smile.

Yet you don’t close your eyes. His smile falls as a look of confusion crosses his face. Then, you lean over and gently peck his lips. It’s a chaste kiss, your lips barely meet for a second. For a moment Lucifer's mind is blank. He is in pure shock, still trying to process what happened. His eyes meet yours and you look up him shyly, playing with your fingers. Even after kissing a powerful demon you manage to look at him with such sweet innocence like you were caught with your hand in the cookie jar. 

He finally snaps.

It takes less than a second for him to be on top of you, one hand cupping your cheek while he rests on his arm so his full weight wasn’t on you. His lips are back on yours with a lot more force and hunger. Lucifer can feel himself shifting, his horns, wings, and diamond emerging as you take over his every sense. He could only feel your soft skin under his hand, your lips on his eager and responsive. Your sweet scent completely surrounding him, almost suffocating but he couldn’t get enough of it. Your hands gripping his waistcoat and pulling as if he could somehow get closer to you. It’s only when you pull away, desperate for air that he realizes what he’s doing. 

“Tell me to stop.” He demands, his voice low as he shuts his eyes and wills himself to get it together before this goes any further.

All he needed was to hear you say no. To tell him to stop. His conflicting mind would be cleared with a simple word. 

“I-I don’t want you to.” 

That makes the fire in him reignite tenfold. His entire body stiffened, like a wolf ready to pounce on prey. 

“You...have no idea what you’re saying. What you’re agreeing to.” Lucifer says, voice tense as he holds on desperately to the small semblance of control he’s managed to find. 

“I like you. I don’t want you to stop. Please don’t stop, Lucifer.”

Just like that, that bit of control disappears and he spends the entire night indulging in his deepest desires with you. That night was the catalyst for your current arrangement. Over the next few months, he conditions you into being the perfect little cockslut and he loves every second of it. 

Loves seeing you go from being too shy to look him in the eye once you were naked to keeping your teary eyes on him while you tried to fit his length down your throat. Loves hearing your quiet, soft moans turn into loud, desperate babbling of how good he felt and how badly you wanted to cum. Loves seeing your pristine, unmarked skin become littered with hickeys, bites, and handprints. Loves how you went from unsure about your desires to bringing him the toys you want him to use on you that night. Loves seeing your sweetness and purity drain from you as you serviced him and pleased him however he wanted. 

Who knew he could gain something so precious by losing control?

[smoochkooks]

—chapter four: white lies

this is a part of my an ode to a broken heart drabble series.

pairing: jeon jungkook/reader

genre: unrequited love, best friends to (?), heavy angst, future smut

word count: 1.5k

summary: it came easy to you to lie. but with every untold truth, you were hurting more on the inside.

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one year and 6 months ago

April was exceptionally moody that year.  

Every day you woke up to either heavy rainfall or a beautiful, cloudless sky. Alternatively, it could also snow for a couple of hours just to have it all vanish once the sun reappeared. As much as you loved Spring, you hated the capricious weather with passion.  

It was a normal, peaceful, Saturday afternoon. Saturday meant no classes to attend, no work to do on the side. It was just you in your small, cozy apartment, tucked underneath the blanket and binge-watching Attack On Titan.  

You were never an anime enthusiast per se, but you happened to befriend a doe-eyed weeb all those years ago. Your current occupation was just a part of the aftermath. It wasn’t like Jungkook was obsessed, not at all. He was actually far from it. Now, at the tender age of twenty-three, his old hobby was like a relapse. His love for anime was coming in waves every once in a while, gradually transforming into a two-months-long hyperfixation and then, it was nothing. And the cicle continued.

He was currently in the stage of re-watching Attack On Titan, hence why you had been forced to finally give the damned anime a try as well. Hell, he was even coming over tonight to have a marathon with you.

(He’d said that season three, his favourite, you had to watch alongside him.)

You: eren's annoying little shit  

Jungkook: told you so

You: but levi? damn I’d sell my soul for him  

Jungkook: for a 5’2 emotionally unavailable man?  

You: yep. that’s my type

It was far from truth. As much as you liked Captain Levi, he wasn’t Jungkook. You are my type, you wanted to write instead. There hadn’t been a man in my life who managed to even come close to you. But, as always, you kept those confessions to yourself.  

Right when you were about to play another episode, your phone buzzed again.  

Jungkook: I have a weird question  

You: I’m used to that  

You: shoot your shot.  

Jungkook: what’s your finger size?  

Confused, you read his last message once again. That was indeed a weird fucking question to ask, you thought. You had never really been a fan of rings. You only owed one - a gift from your grandmother she gave you for your sixteenth birthday. Rummaging thorough your drawer, you found it in a separate, black case.  

It still fit just right, so you took a ruler, measured the size and googled the results.  

You: it’s 7.5 I guess

You: why do you ask tho?  

Jungkook: I need you to go somewhere with me before our marathon if that’s okay

You: you didn’t answer my question  

You: but okay. what time?

Jungkook: ill pick you up at 5pm  

Jungkook: you’ll see  

Maybe it was for the better he hadn’t told you where he was taking you. If you had know, you would have backed away last minute. Come up with so lame excuse, blame it all on a headache or period cramps.

If you had known Jungkook was taking you to pick up an engagement ring for Soojin, you would have never come with him.  

When you parked in front of one of the most high-ranking jewellery stores dowtown, the solemnity of the situation hit you like a whiplash. You took a deep, shuddering breath. Jungkook was thinking about marrying Soojin. Jungkook was going to propose to her, soon. He was ready to spent the rest of his life with her. 

Jeon Jungkook, the love of your life, was about to slip out of your reach for good. 

You couldn’t cry. Not in front of him. You clenched your fists so tight the knuckles turned white.  

“I figured out you could help me,” Jungkook said, breaking the silence and unbuckled his seatbelt. “I checked Soojin's finger size once when she was showering and then I found out that your’s the same and well, you’re a girl so you obviously know more about jewellery than me and–”

“Jungkook,” you cut him off with a dry chuckle. You didn’t want him to speak. You didn’t want to see him. You wanted to jumped off his car and ran away from that place as far as possible. “You don’t have to explain yourself. I get it.”  

You smiled at him with reassurance. It was actually hilarious, how you mastered the art of feigning your real feelings when you were with him. It came easy to you to lie but with every untold truth, you were hurting more on the inside.  

“I’m here, so you don’t have to worry about chosing something horrible.”  

He grinned and you noticed a dust of pink covering the apples his cheeks. It was hard, so fucking hard seeing him happy because that was all you ever wanted and yet it pained you not to be the main source of it. Jungkook was twenty-three and already so in love he wanted to get married. You were going to see him in a black tux, a prince charming waiting in front of the altar for his princess.  

It ached. Why did it ache to see him happy?

The lady who worked at the jewellery store greeted you politely with a bow. “What can I do for you?” she asked.  

“We are looking for engagement rings.” Jungkook answered.

You could tell she was a bit astounded but her professional smile never faltered when she responded with, “Oh, that’s still quite unusual to see the couple chosing an engagement ring together.”  

You were about to protest but then, Jungkook did something you would never expect him to do.  

He grasped your hand.

(It was warm. His touch was soothing. Comforting. Then why did it hurt so bad?)  

“My girlfriend wants to chose the ring herself but she doesn’t know when she will get it.”  

To make matters worse, he sent you a wink. The store’s clerk cooed at the scene and clasped a hand over her chest. For her it was yet another day at work, yet another pair of adults who had decided to get marry.  

“You make a really beautiful couple.” she said. 

Even Jungkook’s hand squeezing yours couldn’t ease the sting you felt hearing her speak those words to you. You smiled lightly for good measure. She then pointed at the display and gave you some time and space too look at the options.

Your whole face felt hot. Jungkook was still holding your hand, still playing the role of a perfect boyfriend. He didn’t seem to notice what kind of effect it had on you. He didn’t know how fast your heart was beating, how warm his touch felt on your skin. It was all just a silly joke to him.

He leaned closer to you, so the store's clerk couldn’t hear him. His breath tickled your skin. “You’re blushing.” he whispered.  

“Shut up.”  

He chuckled and let go of your hand. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”  

(No matter how much it hurt you on the inside, you already missed his touch.)

“It’s okay. Let’s chose my damned ring, shall we?” you proposed, mustering a nonchalant tone.  

Dodging uneasiness with humor always worked out, it seemed.

You felt odd and out of place standing next to him and staring at all those glimmering jewels. In the corner of the eye you saw the lady who worked there glancing at you from time to time and that was when you remembered you were supposed to act like a soon-to-be fiancée. 

“They’re all pretty.” you said to Jungkook. 

“Which one you like the most then?”  

You didn’t have to think long about the answer. The ring with an emerald stone caught your eye from the beginning. It was different than the others, definitely not a standard choice for engagement but something about its peculiarity made you want it to have it shinning on your finger one day.  

Except, you weren’t here for yourself. Jungkook wasn’t your boyfriend. You were helping him chose a ring for Soojin. And you knew exactly what she would like.  

So you pointed at the number thirty-two. A sparkling, white-gold ring with an oval-shaped diamond.  

Jungkook let out a hum. “It’s really pretty, yeah. Excuse me,” he called. “My girlfriend would like to try out this one.”  

You ignored the phantom pain you felt as you put the ring on. You flexed your fingers and just for a moment, you pretended it wasn’t a farce your best friend came up with. The diamond shone brightly just like the glimmers of happiness in Jungkook's eyes. He didn’t have to worry about Soojin's answer. He knew it would be thousand times yes.

You were good at pretending. After all, you had been practicing the art of it almost your entire life.  

So you drove with Jungkook to your apartment and listened to him babbling about his newest project at work. You made snacks, sat in front of your TV and spent the next couple of hours watching Attack On Titan. You cursed him for spoiling you a few bits of the show and Jungkook, like the petty Virgo he was, reminded you how you accidentally revealed him Little Women's ending because you had read the book years before.

As you laughed and bickered with him, you still remembered about the crimson box tucked in the pocket of his leather jacket, but you didn’t allow yourself to break. Not yet.  

It was only when Jungkook fell asleep around 1am that you stepped into the shower and let the tears flow.  

And a week later, when the dreaded became real–

Jungkook: she said yes!!!

A white lie was told to avoid hurting someone’s feelings.

You: I’m so happy for you, Jungkook!  

After all, the best you could do was give up your happiness for the sake of his own.

[noriyoshi]

sleepy head. - kjk (m)

pairing: junkyu x fem!reader

genre: smut

word count: 1.7k

warnings: oral (male-receiving), wet dream if that needs a warning?

synopsis: You wake up to find Junkyu having a wet dream and so you decide to help him out, being the good girlfriend that you are.

a/n: i’m really sorry this is much shorter (and later) than anticipated. i wanted to put this out when i first got the request but school got the best of me :-( still i hope you enjoy it and feel free to give me any and all feedback! also requests are open! so feel free to send me anything for 01 line and older. i’ll try and do some drabbles this week <3

There’s just something so intimate about waking up in the morning next to Junkyu. His face is a bit swollen, lips formed into a small pout as he sleeps. You had fallen asleep on his shoulder, his arm outstretched beneath your head. Since then he had curled into you, body wrapped into a ball to keep warm, his head nuzzling against your chest. His steady, deep breaths were the only sound you could hear other than the occasional chirping of birds outside.

You loved when you had the chance to spend days like this with Junkyu. With his packed schedule he rarely ever had free time to get away from it all. But when he did, he would always find his way back to you, back into your arms.

You’re drifting back to sleep, content with the idea of spending your day doing nothing but cuddling with your boyfriend. You’re nearly asleep again when you hear a soft whine emit from Junkyu’s lips. The sound is so soft it barely disrupts the otherwise silent room. Maybe you’re mistaken. But then he shifts a little, lying flat on his back as another whine escapes. He huffs and his face contorts into one of concentration as his hands reach to grip the sheets. He breathes heavily and you can feel him wiggling his hips under the sheets. And then you realize what’s happening.

Junkyu is having a wet dream.

You watch him for a moment wondering what you should do, if anything. But then you start wondering about what he could be dreaming of and then you’re thinking about all of the things you could be doing to help him out. After all, you wouldn’t be a very good partner if you left your boyfriend high and dry.

You had discussed this with Junkyu before. The idea always seemed hot but you rarely had the time to indulge in new things. Finally, the chance has presented itself and you can’t pass it up.

Without much thought you slide underneath the covers, your hair getting tussled as you try to slip between Junkyu’s legs without waking him. As you place your hands on either side of his hips, he stirs for a moment. You still, breath caught in your throat as you wait to see if he moves again. When he doesn’t you let out a warm exhale and finally begin your ministrations.

You begin by tracing your fingers over Junkyu’s cock. You watch him closely, seeing what kind of reaction you’ll elicit, if any. You can see his cock twitch and goosebumps rise on his arms as he shifts his hips a bit more. His thighs are tense and you can tell he’s holding back a moan. You decide to take it one step further, your face hovering over Junkyu’s crotch and you lower your face a bit to rub your lips over the cotton of his boxers. Your lips brush ever-so-slightly against his slightly erect penis. You mouth lightly at the shaft, making your way up to the tip before tongueing at the head. Junkyu groans, he’s really sensitive there and it’s incredibly easy to work him up.

You continue kissing the head, your hand now stroking his shaft through the cloth. It’s beginning to get uncomfortable for you, so you attempt to lift the band of his boxers without waking him. You pull the fabric down enough to get Junkyu’s cock out. It sits on his stomach now that he’s almost completely hard.

Now that you’re comfortably able to take him in your mouth, you do so, making sure to pump his shaft a bit more beforehand. The feeling of your mouth suckling on his tip has an almost instant reaction shooting out of Junkyu. His whine is so incredibly long and high pitched it has your toes curling and panties soaking. Oh.

You can’t tell if Junkyu is awake or not and honestly neither can he. He’s exhausted, his mind still foggy and lost in the clouds. He’s sure he’s still dreaming; truthfully it was a dream he never wanted to wake up from.

He had been working on some songs in his studio all day. He was stuck on this last bit of a song and he just couldn’t figure out how to finish it. He tried rewriting the lyrics, trying different notes on the keyboard but nothing seemed to fit. You had come in not too long ago when he hadn’t stopped by your house. Normally, when he had free days and wasn’t holed up in his studio he was at your place. Junkyu promised that he’d be over, he was just finishing up a song but that had been hours ago. You knew he was probably stuck and lord knows Junkyu wouldn’t leave that room until he was satisfied.

So you came over to do just that.

You had knocked on the door and a few moments later he let you in. You were wearing a short dress that you knew he liked. His eyes glazed over your figure, warm brown eyes staring deeply into yours before leaning down to kiss you. “Hey babe, what are you doing here?” he asked when he pulled away. “You said you were gonna come over. It was getting late so I came to see what was holding you up.” you pouted. You could tell he wasn’t paying too much attention, too busy paying attention to wear the end of your dress and your thighs meet. It didn’t help much when you sat down, legs uncrossed but your thighs pressed together. The dress had bunched up a bit to which you smoothed the fabric out slowly, almost putting on a show as you readjust it.

Junkyu cleared his throat. “Sorry babe. It’s just this song— I don’t know what to do. It’s almost done but nothing I’ve tried just fits you know?”

“Oh, I know baby.” you rub his shoulder sympathetically. “I think I know exactly what you need though.”

Junkyu turns in his chair to look at you quizzically only to find you sinking to your knees. “Wait!-” he stands up from his seat and walks towards the door. For a moment you think he doesn't want to until you hear the familiar sound of the door clicking and Junkyu walking back to his seat. “Just to be safe.” he shrugs.

You nod and pull his pants down, eager to please him. It’s that exact moment that you’re putting your lips around his cock that almost shocks him out of his dream. He’s confused by the sensation. It feels so good when you try to take him whole, your throat contracting around him alternating with the feel of your mouth blowing him. When you stop to give him kitten licks and look up to him as you play with his balls is dizzying.

He’s been trying hard not to make any noise, worried that he’ll arouse suspicion and someone will come banging on the door. It’s when you start to suckle more feverishly that he can’t help but wantonly whine aloud. The sound is what jolts him out of his sleep but the feeling in the pit of his stomach doesn’t shake, no, it gets stronger.

He’s disoriented, moaning crudely and spitting obscenities as he tries to come to. He peels his eyes open slowly, blinded by the sunlight now shining brightly through the curtains of your bedroom. He inhales and his breath catches— Oh. He looks down to see what he presumes to be your figure underneath the sheets.

“Fuck,” he moans, reaching to pull the sheets off of you. His body reacts angrily, goosebumps rising on his once warm skin. It doesn’t matter though, because his eyes are focused on the way you continue to suck him off, completely unfazed by his actions. Junkyu runs his fingers through your hair for a moment, letting his hand rest lightly while you begin to bob your head much more comfortably now that you’re no longer being suffocated by your blanket. You pull away a bit in order to lick from the base of his cock to the tip, making sure to trace your tongue over the vein. Junkyu shudders at that. Fuck, he really won’t last long if you keep going like that.

The obscene sounds of you swallowing around his length turn Junkyu on beyond belief. He’s so close to cumming but he’s trying so hard to hold it off. He’s much more alert now but he still feels like he isn’t wide awake enough to enjoy what’s possibly the best head he’s ever had in his life.

“Oh my god, you’re doing so good,” Junkyu closes his eyes and tilts his head back, reveling in the sweet sensation.

He’s trying his best to contain his moans but the way you’re taking him wholly so deliciously has him weak. You’re swirling your tongue around Junkyu’s shaft and bobbing down as much as you can when his hips buck up. You moan in retaliation to the sudden intrusion and it has Junkyu’s eyes rolling to the back of his head. His fingers pull your hair into a ponytail and holds you in place as he fucks up into your mouth. You let him take control, relaxing your throat as much as possible as Junkyu tries his best to get off. His hips are rising frantically, colliding with your mouth in quick snaps. You pinch his thigh when it gets to be too much and hold his hips down. At this point your eyes are wet and saliva is dripping down the side of your mouth.

Junkyu is on the brink of his orgasm now so you decide to finish him off with your hand

It doesn’t take long before he cums into your hand with a loud cry. You do your best to clean him up, licking any drops you could catch.

It takes a moment of silence before either of you say anything.

“Thank you.” Junkyu says awkwardly, breaking the silence. You laugh. Of course he could find a way to be awkward as if you haven’t been intimate together plenty of times.

“No problem,” you chuckled. “I was almost worried for a sec y’know? You were getting pretty noisy there on your own.”

“What-?” his cheeks reddened.

“Seems to me like you were having a pretty good dream, weren’t you?” you smirked. 

“I—”

“What? You don’t wanna tell your girlfriend about it?” you teased, flicking his nipple with your finger. At that motion his cock twitches.

“Oh. Seems like there’s a lot I don’t know about you Kim Junkyu.”

Fuck. You’re really going to be the death of him.

[alreadyblondenow]

Mr. Big 

▸ Johnny x reader (CEO au) ▸ 1,438k words ▸ Smut, Fluff ▸ Unprotected attempted sex, they tried to have but Johnny wouldn’t fit, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, size difference, petite reader but its not described, Jaehyun cameo, Inspired by Mr. Big in Sex and the City hihi, maybe I’ll make this a full fic someday.  ▸ Requested, see anon request at the end of the drabble 

A rumor has been spreading in your office that the CEO is a very hot man who's recently had a divorce at a very young age. He is very much private and no one knew what he looked like except his secretary and his business partners. Word is, he is a young CEO and he is very business minded, ahead of his time, and a true gentleman. Mr. Big is what your office calls him. 

“Do you think Mr. Big will appear at the company’s Christmas party tonight? your friend asks you through the phone while you get ready for the said big party tonight. 

“I think, no. He’s a very busy guy, I’m sure he won’t waste his time with us” you said. 

“It’s a very extravagant party Y/n…” you listen to her theories about what he really looked like but the truth is you don’t care. The party may be big tonight, fancy and very exclusive, but you’re just going tonight because you wanted to see your ex, Jaehyun. 

The time has come and you’re about to enter the place and walk on the red carpet when someone tapped your shoulder, “excuse me miss, you dropped this” he hands you your handkerchief that seemed to have slipped on your hand and you thanked him with the nicest smile you have. 

“Do you have a date? Beautiful miss?” he asked. The handsome gentleman that’s in front of you right now is heaven sent because you just saw your ex with his date get out of a car, arms hooked, and… they look perfect together. 

 “Want to walk together? I’m Y/n, by the way” 

“Johnny. It’s a pleasure” 

The party went on and Johnny stayed by your side and kept you company. You didn’t expect to have a great time with a guy you just met tonight, you didn’t even know that someone so handsome like him worked in your company. He is very funny and outgoing, he listens to you whenever you tell him stuff that he doesn’t have any idea, and he says he thinks you do a lot of great things in this company.

Johnny became your unexpected date for tonight. Dancing under flashing lights and loud party music. He looked so handsome, dancing in his tux you thought. He taught you how to talk wine, which is very attractive when he does it. After a few glasses of wine and different kinds of alcohol, the gentleman offered you a nightcap in his apartment which you accepted of course. The truth is, you both know that he didn’t just offer you a nightcap, but he offered you a one night stand and you’re both up for it. 

Outside the lobby, you thought you were waiting for a cab but a fucking limousine parked in front of you, and Johnny opened the door for you. No one with your salary can afford a limousine and a Rolex watch that you just noticed now that all the party lights are gone. From that moment, you remembered what your friend said earlier. ‘Young CEO and a true gentleman’ you breathe in and breathe out quietly in your own corner, trying not to show that you’re actually nervous because the man sitting beside you might be Mr. Big. 

Which is basically your boss.  

“Why are you so far, come sit near me,” he thought you might figure it out already because you’re a smart girl. “I didn’t tell you because I know you will act like that. Listen, I don’t often do this. If that’s what you’re thinking. I don’t seduce my employees, you just happened tonight… And I very much enjoyed your company. Please don’t think too highly of me I’m-”

“Just a normal person who wants to attend the company’s Christmas party” you finished his sentence for him so he can stop worrying. “I’m just shocked. That’s all, the rumors are true then you looked so handsome” 

He blushed and patted the space near him. The ride to his apartment, or to wherever he’s taking you became warm and full of touching. Hands playing each other’s fingers, his other hand is placed on your thigh and he never stopped talking about the most random things. 

Your head hit the wall in Johnny’s big room as he kisses you hungrily, making a trail of your clothes from the entrance of his room until you reach his super king sized bed. You sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for Johnny to finish removing his slacks and see him just wearing his boxers briefs. When it finally happened, your jaw dropped as you scan his beautiful body, his tattoos suits him and the sunflower on his arm had your attention. 

“Condoms?” He asked before he joins you to bed. 

“Raw” you answered and the next thing you know he’s removing your panties while your legs dangle on the edge of the bed. He throws your panties somewhere, not caring where it lands, and went straight to kissing your thighs. Slowly he kneels in between your legs as you support your body with your propped shoulder. He wanted to eat you out, but you want him to fuck you already so you protest before his tongue licks your wet folds. 

“Okay” he whispers and proceeds to remove his boxers brief in front of you. You removed your bra but you cover your boobs with your arm, teasing him further before you two fuck. 

“You’re not fair, I want to see you” he tried removing your arm but you lost your mind when you saw his cock. His nickname 'Mr. Big' proceeds him well.

“It’s not yet fully hard-“

“Johnny, that won’t fit inside me” 

“That’s why I’m gonna make you so wet” he chuckles lowly and you both crawled to bed. He immediately kneels in between your legs, licks his fingers, and played with your slit while you lay comfortably and grip the sheets. Even his fingers feel so good already, it’s making you twist and turn, moan so loud and clench and unclench. 

When he stopped making you wet using his fingers, he grabs his cock and slides his head up and down on your slit. “You look so hot” he says as he continues, “ready?” 

You breathed heavily and ready yourself for his big cock. You watch him line it on your entrance and, “oh slowly-“ you moan out. But he was so big and you’re so tight for him that Johnny himself is having a hard time sliding in so he pulls his head out and licks your slit for a few minutes until he can hear wet sounds and he can slurp some of your pussy juices already. He saw what his mouth does to you and the effect was like a wave crashing onto you, too much pleasure, oh he knows how to eat pussy. “Sorry. I had to make sure” he then lines his cock again, push slowly, and thankfully it’s sliding smoothly now. 

But

“Johnny stop-“ he did immediately but he did not pull out. He watched you breathe heavily as you take your time which is fine with him of course. “Okay continue” it was practically a moan, and he did continue as soon as you gave him the permission. 

When his cock is half in already, you stopped him again with your hand and let out soft, “ouch. John-“

The moment he heard the word ‘ouch’ he pulled out slowly and said his sorry over and over again like the gentleman that he is. He kissed your lower abdomen, your knees, your thighs, caress your skin until he feels you relax again. “I’m sorry” he whispers beside your ear and laid beside you, “we don’t need to continue and have sex, I’m sorry” his strong arms cages you with a tight embrace while he still showers you with loving kisses. 

When it’s all quiet again, you and Johnny stayed in bed, bodies to bodies and enjoying each other’s presence. The fact that he has someone to share this big bed tonight is better than sex if he’s being honest. He loves how you trace his tattoos on his chest, draw small circles on them and let out a soft giggle whenever he gets tickled. 

What a big baby, you thought. 

From there on you and Mr. Big had a secret relationship and you come home to him every night. It doesn’t matter if he can’t have sex with you whenever he’s horny, what matters is he has someone who truly cared for him from now on. 

The sex can wait. 

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