#mewling is when you press your tongue to the top of your mouth to define your jawbones btw

[rabiesofficial]

if i posted a video with my face in it and someone commented *starts mewling immediately* i think i would just die inside and i've seen it happen twice now to people on totally random videos

[malavera]

Cosplay (18+) — Hugh Jackman One Shot

pairing: hugh jackman x female reader

summary: Your hubby came home after filming one of the scenes for Deadpool & Wolverine with his costume on to surprise you

warning: SMUT! MDNI. PWP. Wolverine cosplay sex, unprotected sex, fingering, squirting, daddy kink, praise kink, the use of pet name bub (bubby / bubba)

a/n: i had this scenario every time i went to bed

"Bub, I'm home! Where are you?"

"In the kitchen!" Your voice echoes through the house, a playful lilt in your tone as you rinse the last plate under the warm, soapy water. The clatter of dishes is almost soothing, a rhythm you've come to appreciate in the quiet moments.

But then, without warning, a pair of strong arms snake around your waist, pulling you into a firm, familiar embrace. The unexpected touch sends a shiver down your spine, and you can feel the roughness of his stubble grazing against the soft skin of your shoulder blade. His warmth envelops you, seeping through your clothes, and suddenly the kitchen feels too small, too intimate.

"You’ve eaten without me?" His voice is a low, teasing rumble against your ear, and you can’t help but smile, even as your heart races.

"Well, I figured you'd be late, so..." You trail off, your voice faltering as you quickly dry your hands on a nearby towel. But when you turn around, the air catches in your throat.

Standing before you, with that trademark smirk you know all too well, is your lover. But tonight, he’s not just himself—he’s transformed. Draped in the iconic yellow and blue, his muscles defined by the snug fabric of Wolverine's original suit, he embodies the fierce, feral energy of the comic book legend. His eyes flash with mischief, and the scowl he wears—so perfectly in character—sends a thrill through you.

You stare, wide-eyed, your breath hitching as the reality of the moment sets in. The air feels heavy, charged with anticipation, and your mouth goes dry as you try to swallow, your body betraying you. He steps closer, the leather of his costume creaking ever so slightly, and you know—this night is far from over.

"H-Hugh..." The name slips from your lips, barely a whisper, as you stare, utterly transfixed.

His grin widens, the mischievous glint in his eyes sharpening. "What's the matter, bub? Cat got your tongue?" His voice is a low, teasing growl, sending a jolt of excitement through you.

You stumble back, the cool edge of the kitchen counter pressing against your spine as he advances, his presence overwhelming, magnetic. Your heart pounds in your chest, and you can't tear your eyes away from him—this man, your lover, transformed into something untamed, almost primal.

A nervous laugh escapes you, breathless and trembling. "You look... incredible." The words come out in a rush, your voice barely steady. He’s so close now, the scent of leather and cologne filling your senses, and you know there’s no turning back.

"C'mere.." He muttered, an arm snatching to hug your waist pulling you close to him before he tilted his head, enough so the pointy nose of the scowl wouldn't poke you, to pull you in for a hungry kiss. You gasp, trying to follow his rhythm.

Hugh grabs a handful of your hair, tugging it, earning a loud moan from you. As your mouth went agape that's his moment to shove his tongue deeper. The heated make out session sent you to heaven without realizing everything around you as you are now being seated on top of the kitchen counter, legs spread wide for him to stand in between them.

"You miss me bub?" Hugh asks in between the kiss.

"S'much, daddy." You mewled and he groaned.

"Please, daddy. Do something.. to me." You moaned.

"Yeah? What do you want daddy to do huh? Tell me." He's teasing you. He knows exactly what you need, it's your second favorite thing about him; his fingers. He's so good with it. The way he would put one in, and then shove the other, thrusting in and out of your glistening cunt. Your favorite part is when he curls them inside you before he repeatedly flicks them.

"Want your fingers, daddy."

"These fingers, baby?" He tilted his head, acting dumbfounded, as the tips of his finger made a circle against your clothed pussy. "Yeah?" He pressed the pad of his fingers right against your clothed clit.

"Ah.. Yes." You gasp, smiling.

"You're soaked already, bub. What's gotten you so eager for me? Is this the suit? Huh? You love seeing your daddy in his costume?" He taunted.

You can only nod as you enjoy the way his fingers rubbing your, still clothed, cunt. "Daddy, please. I've been good. I deserve this."

"Of course you do, baby." You gasp once you felt one of his fingers enter your throbbing cunt. You shrieked when you felt his other hand make a handful of your hair and tugged your head back, making you watch him.

"Look at me when I'm making you feel this good, bub." There goes the second finger, entering. And he does your favorite thing, finger-fucking you.

You whimpered, closing your eyes briefly. "Urgh.. Daddy you're so good.. You're so good with my pussy." Between the two of you here, you both have the praise kink. He's an actor, of course he loves being praised for his skills and performances. You both are a master at this department, though only your words can get him going.

"Yeah? Like that bub? Tell daddy how it feels... So good yeah?" He coo’ed.

"Yeah.. Yeah.. so good daddy, deeper.. OH!" You gasped out a loud moan at the end once you feel him pushing in his fingers deep into your cunt.

"Only my fingers can play with this cunt, right bub? My cunt." He grunted.

"Yes, yes daddy! It's your cunt!" You whimpered, feeling as you're about to reach your high; You gasp once more when he harshly tug his fingers out of your cunt, jolting your body forward.

"W-what.." You breathlessly said.

"You're gonna have to cum on my cock, bub." He hastily spoke as he tries to take his heavy cock out of his pants. Swallowing down your saliva, you watch as he give himself a couple of jerks before tapping his heavy cock against your pussy, indicating he’s about to go in. Not that he’d need your permission to.

Your mouth fell agape watching the big tip of his cock, slowly entering your soaked folds, feeling every inch of his cock going in even the raging veins felt like they’re scratching the insides of your warm cunt. Hugh roughly grabs you by your neck, forcing you to look him in the eyes that are covered with the wolverine scowl.

“Look at me when i’m fucking you, bub.” He harshly spoke as he starts to move his hips back and forth, gently at first before he picks up the pace, turning the peaceful atmosphere filled with your moaning mess.

You’d never imagine you’d see the night filled with Hugh fucking you on top of the kitchen island with his super hot wolverine costume on. All you could think about is how this costume would be the one where people all around the world would see later in the movie theater once it’s coming out. And the fact that he has fucked you in it, makes your pussy flutters as he is not stopping anytime soon. The nasty sound of your pussy milking his heavy cock that is formed from the mixed of your fluid fills the entire kitchen. And you wished you could watch yourself being fucked by the wolverine in third person’s point of view.

“What are you thinking about bub?” Hugh piston his hips to a certain angle which caused you to loudly moan. “You’re thinking about how good i’m fucking you right, bub? You never want me to stop right, honey?” Hugh coo’ed.

“N-no, daddy. I never want you to stop. I want you to make me cum, please it feels so good!” You cried, your hands went up to play with your tits.

“Oh yes, play with those tits bub. My tits. Fuck, this cunt is so good I can never get enough.” Hugh grunted. He pulls you closer to him making your hips lying at the edge of the counter.

All you wanted is to get him to cum deep inside you. You could feel the brush of his pubic hair from every stroke, his heavy balls slapping against your ass. You’re going to cum anytime soon. But something is growing inside you and it’s inching closer, any seconds now.

“W-wait, Daddy, stop, something’s wrong!” You shrieked.

And you know better from stoping your beloved from fucking you hard, he will never listen. But instead, he gripped your hips harder and thrusts his cock in and out of you with a godly fast pace.

“Fuck, fuck, Daddy!” You screamed as you forcefully pushing yourself away from him before you feel yourself reaching your high. You couldn’t contain it, it sprayed everywhere, even to his costume. Your thighs are shaking, your chest heaves up and down.

Hugh stood there groaning as he just witnessed his baby squirted out. “Fffuckk… Bub, that was amazing.” He muttered, but he’s not stopping there. He grabbed his cock, aiming the tip against your entrance, softly rubbing it against your hole first.

“W-wait, I don’t think I-..”

“Shut up, Bub. Daddy hasn’t cum yet.” He hissed as he pushed the tip of his cock into your entrance.

Your pussy purred, “Oh.” You gasped, feeling a little bit embarrassed. But, Hugh loved it.

“Do you think you can give it to me one more time bub? This time, squirt on my cock?”

[anantaru]

DAY 1 — SIZE KINK

kinktober 2023. — masterlist | ao3

𖧡 — including. — alhaitham, wriothesley

𖧡 — warnings. — fem! reader, size kink, dom/sub dynamics, oral (male! receiving), rough and v messy but also sweet idk, we love big men

𖧡 — ALHAITHAM

alhaitham's fingers are slow, precise, and it takes no effort for him to place himself in between your thighs— his dick proudly prancing on top of your puffy folds, and he's so unbelievably long and thick, swollen and red, dripping at the tip when he expertly rubs his cock against your hole.

yet, it almost hurts when he lets you swallow the first inch inside— but you wanted him, longed for him this entire day, raw and needy awaiting him late at night, biding your time until his dripping cock was fully engulfed inside of you. "oh, fuck!" rolling your eyes, you wrest your body off the mattress, strongly against alhaitham's chest as he braces himself with one arm against the head board.

"hurts? i’ll stop." he asks in a whisper to make sure, his gaze softening upon admiring your changing mannerism and on how good you were taking him despite the troubles of his cock being too large for his own good. his length was already half way concealed in your warm pussy— and he shivers on top of you, the slick, wet sounds fueling his desire until he was eager to expose more to you, pushing a defeated sigh past his parted lips the moment you clench down on him.

"n-no..." your breath rattles in your chest, a need frantically building in your belly as you wrap your arms around his neck to pull your boyfriend, your eminently affectionate alhaitham, against your lips, "y-you can move now...." and with his body swiftly reacting upon accepting the softness of your voice and body, the man began to move his hips— although slow, his thrusts leaving no possible room for any breaks in between.

you moan out little noises and mewls with your body rippling back and forth the mattress at his harsh blows, your tits bouncing in tandem with the way he fucked and pleased you, your skin shivering wild and free, and you kiss him desperately, hastily breathing through your nose as you add your tongue into the mix.

all day, you wanted this so badly, and so did alhaitham, his heart thudding in his chest with a frenzied intensity— feeling like he was currently underwater, the passion and euphoric drill roaring through his limbs and muscles as he fucks into you, again and again, husky groans deep in his chest, rumbling, only waiting to be heard by you.

𖧡 — WRIOTHESLEY

fundamentally speaking, wriothesley knew his way around your body, and he had already carved every spot and curve of your skin inside his very psyche, so he could be sure of it and day dream about your bare skin on top of him, yet also so he wouldn't have to worry about you not enjoying it.

and now— with your frame pressed in between his body and the desk behind you, his large palms silently move to curve around your face when you slowly fall on your knees, and you could see it in your boyfriend's brilliant eyes, the way he wasn't sure if he should let you take him in your mouth, just like that— because you see, he was big, remarkably so, and the last thing he wanted to achieve was to make it an unpleasant experience for his enchanting darling.

yet there he was, with desire flaring and expanding in his stomach at all the visible bare skin under him as you leisurely stroke your hands over his thighs, your tits being exposed with your nipples erected, fuck, he couldn't wait to touch them afterwards and have them in his mouth.

his heavy muscles were parading under the delicate shade of light, whereas his cock was now tightly closed in between your warm palm fisting him— his length standing thick and proud, so damn erected and aching that it was almost side by side to his defined stomach.

"sweetheart.. you sure?" wriothesley coos down at you, his voice cracking when you teasingly rub his leaking tip against your pouty lips, the featherlight weight of your mouth encircling him in such way was definitely the most marvellous touch he had ever felt.

"i'm sure." you assure him sweetly, kissing the tip, and add, "relax, baby.. i will take care of you." with your voice gentle alike, soft, as you caught onto the twinkle of desperation in his eyes.

you assemble enough saliva in your mouth before opening up, and a hand covers the back of your head as to guide you. you split your lips apart to take him in your mouth— and granted, it's a little scary, you have to admit, he's barely half way in and you can feel a pinching burn on the split sides of your mouth, taking a deep, shuddering breath as you circle your tongue around his shaft to have more slickness added.

"slow.." wriothesley whispers and moans at the same time, fondly scratching the back of your head to signalize you that it was okay, his eyes warm with a smirk prancing on top of his lips.

"slower sweetheart.. take your time."  

with his cock being buried in your mouth, although not entirely, wriothesley was able to trace the insides of your mouth with a thoroughness that it had him moan shamelessly above you— and you were quick to catch on to it as well, adding more tongue, making a mess out of him, placing a hand right under his balls so you could cup them all nicely and play with them while taking your sweet time, one inch more, hollowing your cheeks before taking another;

just how your boyfriend liked it, envisioned it, craved it.

©2023 anantaru's kinktober do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[sxcret-garden]

ღ Ateez Seonghwa x gn!reader ღ words: ~800 ღ genre: smut (sub!Seonghwa, shibari (I tried askfjöaks), praise, teasing, dacryphilia, blowjob, cum swapping) ღ reader: no description of reader’s anatomy, no pronouns used to refer to reader ღ warnings: none ღ prompt: “Swallow.”

You hum at the way your boyfriend's back arches as you begin slowly trailing kisses down his chest, and you watch his defined muscles dancing under the skin. His arms are placed above his head, pretty red rope wrapped around them, coming together in knots that you had carefully tied prior to lying him down on the bed and crawling on top of him.

"You're even more beautiful like this..." you breathe, lips ghosting above his perked nipple, and you can feel him shiver just from the warm air you exhale onto his skin. You sit up in order to take him in whole, unable to tear your gaze away from Seonghwa as he's all sprawled out for you, a pleading look in his eyes and a faint blush spread across his cheeks. Dragging a single finger from his plush lips down his throat and his sternum, you relish in the desperate mewl he lets out. It seems that no matter what you do to your boyfriend, he's on his knees for you in no time. 

Chuckling at the thought, you lean in to press a kiss onto his pretty lips - teasing touches, not allowing him to deepen the kiss, and he takes it nonetheless, thankful for receiving even just the bare minimum from you.

"Shit, you're so pretty," you mutter as you work your way south, placing kisses onto his skin in the areas in between the red rope that you've skillfully tied all around his body. Only his wrists are tied together and somewhat restrained in their movement, otherwise he'd be free to move around, and yet he doesn't dare do anything you haven't given explicit permission for. Pride makes your heart swell at his obedience, and yet you can't but tease him at the sight of his painfully hard cock, once you're hovering above his core.

"Been waiting so long huh?" you whisper, and when you lean in to place a kiss onto his tip, Seonghwa shivers underneath you. "Didn't think you'd already start getting hard while I was tying you up." And that's somewhat of a lie - because you kept praising him and telling him how beautiful he looks throughout the process, but even you were surprised at just how much it had affected him.

Swirling your tongue around his head draws a breathy moan from his lips, and once you wrap your lips around him, Seonghwa lets you hear the most sinful of moans. 

"Y/N... please..." he groans as you work your way down on him, the speed at which you take him in further painfully slow. His hot pulsating cock against your tongue has you eager to make him cum, and at the same time you tell yourself to practice some restraint at least. And then he bucks his hips up, in a desperate attempt to fill your mouth with his full length, and as he hits the back of your throat you gag a little. You reach for his hips to hold him down, and as you're about to scold him for it, you find the tears welling up in his eyes.

"S-sorry, Y/N..." he whimpers. "F-feels too good... need you so bad..." Something about his plea flicks a switch deep inside you, and so you say,

"Be good, and I'll let you cum. Promise?"

"P-promise!" he stutters, followed by him crying out as you take him back into your mouth, starting to bob your head up and down on top of him. And without doubt he holds still this time, arching his back prettily instead as he whines at your touches and tears fall down his face with the pleasure building up and overwhelming him. 

"G-gonna cum... Y/N... please can I cum, please...?" he babbles on, completely lost in the sensations coursing through his body, and you hum in approval as you let him repeatedly hit the back of your throat, again gagging a little each time, but you bear with it. How could you not bear with it, when he's being so cute and pretty for you? It takes you merely a few more repetitions until you have him releasing in your mouth, letting you hear a beautiful moan as he cums, and when you sit up you can't but marvel at the sight in front of you. Sweat glistening on his bare skin, his chest rising and sinking violently as he's fighting for air. You didn't think he was that easily wrecked, but you know your boyfriend keeps surprising you time and time again. And then, once he's caught his breath, you lean in to kiss him, passing his load on to his mouth as you deepen the kiss. A mixture of his seed and your saliva makes his lips shine, and when you comb your fingers through his hair, you command,

"Swallow." And sure enough he does as told, eyebrows knitted and the tear stains still visible, and as you watch his adam's apple move you too gulp at the sight, licking your lips.

"Shit, Hwa, you're perfect," you mutter, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Makes me wanna do this to you all day."

[kupwrites]

Gentle Loving

Nolan Holloway x Muscular!Boyfriend!Reader

TW: Top Reader, Bottom Nolan, riding, praising, pet names, and a bit of nipple play

Nolan adored his boyfriend.

His boyfriend who was only a few inches taller than Nolan but had many more muscles than him.

His boyfriend who was only a few inches taller than Nolan but had many more muscles than him.

Yet, Y/N was so gentle. With most things he was but especially with Nolan.

Like right now.

Nolan was straddling Y/N, easing himself onto his boyfriend’s cock and Y/N gently ran his hands over Nolan’s body.

Treating Nolan like he was something delicate, something that had to be treated with the utmost care.

Nolan let out a soft sigh as he fully took in Y/N.

“So handsome,” Y/N muttered as he peppered kisses across Nolan’s chest. “You’re doing amazing.”

Nolan couldn’t help but let out a soft moan at the words. Y/N’s praise always made him melt.

Y/N trailed his hands from Nolan’s shoulder blades to Nolan’s hips.

“Lemme know when you’re ready,” Y/N said, keeping his voice gentle and quiet.

Nolan smiled, “I need a few.”

Y/N smiled back before kissing Nolan. Even when they kissed Y/N was gentle with Nolan, only light nips and gentle strokes of his tongue.

Nolan ran his hands through his boyfriend’s hair.

Nolan sighed and Y/N pushed his tongue into Nolan’s mouth, both were smiling softly into the kiss.

Y/N pulled away and rested their foreheads together.

Nolan slowly dragged his hands from the back of Y/N’s neck and down Y/N’s defined arms.

Defined arms that could hurt or bruise or manhandle Nolan but chose to be soft and kind towards Nolan.

“Your eyes are beautiful,” Y/N said.

Nolan blushed and Y/N laughed lightly, not in a mocking way, in a happy way.

“Shut up,” Nolan muttered, slightly embarrassed.

Y/N still had that effect on him, even after more than a year of being together.

Y/N kissed Nolan’s nose, “Whatever you want, baby.”

Nolan decided to roll his hips, causing both boys to moan.

He then started moving his hips up and down, bouncing on his boyfriend’s cock.

Y/N’s strong hands helped Nolan move. Nolan held onto Y/N’s biceps.

“You’re doing so good, love,” Y/N gasped as Nolan picked up the pace.

Nolan pressed a kiss to Y/N’s check as a thank you.

Y/N gently bucked his hips to met Nolan on he pushed his hips downward.

Nolan cried out in pleasure as Y/N’s cock hit his prostate.

Y/N started kissing Nolan’s neck and shoulders as he continued to buck his hips in sync with Nolan’s movement.

Making Nolan moan and mewl as pleasure filled him.

“My perfect baby,” Y/N smiled. “Perfect, perfect baby.”

Nolan thought he was far from perfect but when Y/N said it to him in that beautiful tone, Nolan believed him.

Y/N continued to praise Nolan and kiss Nolan everywhere possible.

Nolan only leaned his head back and moaned in response.

“Y/N, I’m close,” Nolan said, breathlessly.

“Me too, sweetheart,” Y/N said, kissing Nolan’s jawline.

Y/N softly rubbed one of Nolan’s nipples with his thumb and sucked on the other one.

Another thing Nolan loved was when Y/N would play with his rosey buds, just as gentle as Y/N would do anything else.

Nolan tangled his hands in Y/N’s hair, letting out another moan.

“I’m- I’m gonna come,” Nolan warned. “Fuck!”

“Come my handsome boy,” Y/N twisted both Nolan’s nipples at the same time.

That sent Nolan over the edge and he moan out Y/N’s name. Spilling white ropes onto his and Y/N’s chest.

Y/N came seconds later moaning out Nolan’s name as well.

They rested their foreheads together and tried to catch their breathes.

“You’re amazing,” Y/N smiled.

Nolan only smiled back as a response.

He pulled himself off of Y/N’s cock and flopped down on the bed. Y/N chuckled as he pulled the condom off and threw it out.

Y/N laid down next to Nolan, “Bath, shower?”

“Later,” Nolan muttered, his eyes heavy.

“Okay.”

Y/N gathered Nolan in his muscular arms, pressing a kiss to Nolan’s hair.

“Sleep tight, my love,” Y/N said.

Nolan smiled and wrapped his arms around Y/N’s torso, feeling safe and happy as could be.

[sailorhyunjinz]

~ 𝒜𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝒶𝓇𝓎 ~

Ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ; dom!seungmin x sub!fem!reader, piv, unprotected sex, mirror sex, established relationship, fingering, degradation, impact play, slight dacryphilia, clitoral stimulation, stomach bulge,,,, hitting it from the back LMAO (please-), hair pulling, saliva, orgasm (m/f), creampie, cum, a bit of fluff in the end oh and aftercare <3 

Ｗｏｒｄ Ｃｏｕｎｔ; 3.7 k 

Ｎｏｔｅ; this lil piece was inspired by this ask!! (,,, made it more cherry style,,, which means more degrading-)

also idk this reminded me of the earlier days of me making fics- i think its because its kinda short and this layout EEEEEEK-  

𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥.

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 18.

You thought you knew your boyfriend well after dating him for 3 years. In your eyes he was the most innocent person you knew, his eyes always lost whenever you joked about something remotely sexual. But when it came down to actually having sex he wasn’t the one to shy away, instead guiding you through it as if he was dancing a tango. A tango consisting of sloppy kisses and sticky sweaty bodies. 

The automatic lock on the hotel door let out a small beep as the keycard was inserted, the door opening with a gentle push and greeting you inside a purple dim lit room. You smiled at your boyfriend Seungmin who grinned back at you, pulling you inside the room hastily before shutting the door behind him.

“w-woah~ minnie,,, this is so pretty, thank you!” you squealed as you looked around the room, your eyes busy scanning all the beautiful details that your boyfriend had payed attention to for your third year anniversary, everything from the flower petals on the floor to the snacks that piled up on a table by the sofa that was a distance away from the wide bed with white fluffy pillows and covers. Seungmin shrugged his shoulders, the wrinkles of his dark button up shirt creasing by the elbows as the fabric was folded up, exposing the veins that ran up his forearms. He stepped closer to your figure that was fascinated by the dark lights, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and placing his chin on the crook of your neck, giggling softly at your reaction. 

“You seem to like it” he stated to which you nodded, turning your head to him and pecking him on the tip of his nose, the boy scrunching it as it tickled. “You know what I like the most?” he asked, you answering him with a simple “no?”

“The mirrors around the bed” he said in a dark voice that sent shivers down your spine, his lips dangerously close to the shell of your ear as his hot breath grazed against your cheek. You nodded in agreement, not sure what else to say if there was any time to say something before you were grabbed by the wrist and pushed down on the bed, falling back on the soft covers and pillows, your hair flying in your face. You giggled as Seungmin climbed on top of you, his face hovering above yours as he pushed the stray pieces of hair behind your ear, simply observing the beauty of you, his heart melting at how the apples of your cheeks stood out whenever you smiled brightly at him, the corners of your lips turning upwards and your eyes glittering in even the darkest of light. With two careful hands you cupped Seungmin jaw, swiping your thumbs across the supple skin of his cheekbones before he leaned down to kiss you on the lips, the boy turning his head slightly and bumping his nose against your causing the both of you two smile into the kiss, your cheeks heating up with shy arousal after his tongue slowly slips into your mouth, wet tounge gliding across the surface of yours in a languid and erotic kiss. 

Sure, you’d been in bed with your boyfriend countless times but he somehow always managed to make it feel like the first. The butterflies fluttering in the pit of your stomach, billowing out of your mouth and entering his, sharing the nervosity. 

Your hands descended down his body, unbuttoning every button that ran up his shirt, revealing his upper body bit for bit. He pulled away from the kiss, standing on his knees above your lying figure, gulping as you looked up at him removing the article of clothing before you heard the familiar sound of his belt buckle clinking as he unbuckled it. Only now when he’s out of your sight to remove his tight fitting pants do you notice the reflection on the ceiling, how you can see everything so clearly whenever you are taking off your shirt, pulling it over your head and throwing it to the side of the bed, you now lying in a white bra and with your pants still on, eager to remove them in order to see what Seungmin saw every time he fucked you. You heard him snicker as your eyes was focused on the mirror, your expression changing from curious to flustered when Seungmin’s hands caressed you stomach before undoing the zipper of the pants, pulling you downwards slightly together with the pants as he took them off, tossing them together with his clothes beneath the bed, landing with a soft thud against the wooden floor. Your panties didn’t match the bra but when did they ever? The least you expected from your boyfriend was a full view of your body in a mirror but that’s what you got and you weren’t complaining. 

“You already seem interested babygirl” he said, looking up into the mirror and meeting your eyes there instead of gazing at them directly. You nodded as he looked back, observing the body he loved the most in the whole wide world. How your tits sat perfectly in the soft cups of your bra and how you squirmed with your legs, rubbing your thighs together every time he spoke in that deep voice. 

“Good cause that’s where you’ll be looking tonight.” he moved closer to you, sinking down his body against yours and putting his lips close to your ear, his whisper seducing you. “You’re gonna watch yourself cum.”

You froze in position, your heart beating in your throat as the wet patch on your panties grew damp. He pressed his soft lips against your again, biting your bottom lip playfully before his tongue came in contact with yours again, trailing down his hand with the tips of his fingers dancing across your skin, swiftly gliding it under the elastic of your lacy panties and running his middle finger between your folds, feeling the sticky wetness adhere to his finger. Goosebumps erupted on your skin at the sudden touch, the boy groaning at how wet you are from just his kiss, wanting to ruin you and make you nothing more but a drooling and crying mess for him. Slowly he pulled away, giggling lowly as he observed his fingertip that was clad in your sticky essence before he placed it on your lips, you automatically latching on and sucking on his finger before he added another one, your saliva mixing with the slick and dribbling out from the corner of your swollen lips. You looked him dead in the eye, the sexual tension was more than just words and actions, it loomed around the two of you like a thick cloud of smoke. It was in his sharp gaze, the titillation mixed with yearning although he had you whenever he pleased. 

Your wet tongue swirled around his digits, your lips pursed as he pushed his fingers deeper inside your mouth, almost making you choke and groaning softly at the way you softened your tongue, just imagining how you’d look with your pretty lips wrapped around his throbbing shaft. Blood was already rushing south, Seungmin’s cock begging to be touched and it wasn’t long before it was, your hand travling up his bare thigh until you reached his clothed hard-on, squeezing his member through the fabric and coaxing a long moan from the male. With a pop he removed his fingers and quickly stripped himself from his underwear before he kneaded your breasts, pushing the bra lower down on your torso and exposing you to him, the gentle buds hardening as the cold air met them. His cheeks were tinged with red as well as the tips of his ears, barely visible from the purple light that engulfed the two figures in the dark. His hands sloped downwards, tugging on the rim of your panties before pulling them down to your ankles, you kicking them off with your feet and automatically spreading your legs, displaying your wetness to the horny boy. He scoffed at your shamelessness, running his fingers up your folds and gently circling your clit and landing a small slap on your cunt, causing you to jolt upwards, your nose scrunching in pleasurable pain. 

“Look at you, spreading your legs like that. Such a good whore” he cooed at you as he unexpectedly pushed two fingers into your sopping hole, you hissing at the inital stretch, putting your forearms on your tits and pushing them together, a defined cleavage forming that only made the young boy drool from the sight, wanting to fuck your tits and cum all over them. Make you a mess. A small “mhm” made it’s way out of your pretty pout, Seungmin prodding his fingers inside you and making you squirm as he grabbed your face with the other hand, making you look upwards causing you to look up at your own desperate reflection, your neck bending backwards from him squeezing your cheeks together and tilting your head back, refusing to let you look at him.

“You’re gonna watch yourself, see how slutty you are for me” he growled, you not being able to do much other than moan through the pout that formed as he abused your hole with his fingers, curling them up inside you and reaching the raised area of your g-spot, a loud mewl escaping you as he repeatedly teased your clit with his thumb along with moving his fingers between your velvety walls, tears threatening to fall from the corners of your glimmering eyes that swallowed the minimal light in the room. Before you knew it your cheek started stinging, the sensitive nerves reacting to the slap that he placed across the skin, the pain canceling out the noise that formed when the palm of his hand came in contact with your cheek. You bit your teeth together in order to not scream out in pleasure as he used his entire forearms to shake your insides, the squelching sound of your pussy only arousing him more until he couldn’t take it anymore. 

He needed to fuck you. 

Hard. 

Seungmin pried your legs open, holding a firm grip on the inside of each thigh and gripping the fleshy, supple skin, slapping it once before he lined himself up with your entrance, you gazing at him through half-open eyes and furrowed eyebrows to which he tsked, spitting on your tits and seeing the hot saliva run down the side and stain the bed before he spoke. 

“Don’t you dare look at me, look at yourself and how good I’m fucking you. How fucking pathetic you are for my cock.”

His voice trailed down your spine, making your arousal blossom even more than it already had, him rubbing the tip of his leaking cock against your wet folds, spreading the glistening precum on your sex. You gulped loudly, remaining eye contact with your own reflection on the roof, exhaling when he pushed himself into your tight cunt and feeling your muscles relax, the tension in your shoulders melting away like warm butter. Even if it wasn’t the first time, you still got nervous and no matter how much Seungmin fucked you, your cunt always wrapped around his cock snuggly, welcoming him into your sopping heat. He groaned, a deep sound that came from within, basking in the pleasure of just having the sensitive crimson tip of his cock inside your throbbing cunt. 

“S-seungmin,,, please f-fuck me already” you begged, biting your bottom lip and looking at him through the mirror, only the crown of his being visible causing you to get even more impatient. You couldn’t read his facial expressions or his body language besides from the small field of vision you had at the bottom of your eyes. You could listen to what he said. Smell his familiar scent as it wafted over to you with each thrust that was slow and mellow, him rolling his hips against yours and playing shyly with your clit by putting his hand on your lower abdomen and using his thumb to toy with the bundle of nerves. He had barely had his fun with you until tears started to spill from your eyes, trying to grip the soft sheets on which you lied on, only making the bed a bigger mess than it already was, marked with spit and tears. Luckily the bed was secured, the headboard not banging against the wall but the sound of Seungmin’s cock ramming into you bounced off the white stucco walls, the sound of skin slapping against each other mixed with your high-pitched moans, your lovers name stringed throughout the incoherent sentences. 

“You’re so fucking loud” He said, slapping your cheeks once again before speaking, “but I love you.”

You could barely keep your eyes on the mirror and when you did you could only look at Seungmin through the reflection, your thighs quivering as he put more pressure on your clit with the rough pad of his thumb, circling it in small figure eights. The way he talked to you and touched you made the pit of your core burn in a blue and orange flame. You were nothing more than a whore, a toy that he could use to his advantage. 

But you were his. 

Your tits jiggled with every thrust that got more and more vicious, Seungmin holding your legs apart by your thigh and rolling his head back in pleasure, small beads of sweat decorating the skin on his temples and along his hairline, soaking a couple of strands of his dark colored hair. You could only imagine his semi-erotic facial expression, getting both frustrated and turned on by the fact that you couldn’t see how hot your boyfriend looked right this moment. A lot of things were left to the imagination with his deep grunts and the soaking sounds of his cock entering you repeatedly being an aid. An accidental moan escaped through your throat as Seungmin gathered his strength in order to roughly slam into you, your entire body jolting upwards on the bed and causing your toes to curl, back arching against the mattress. 

“You want to cum already babygirl? I can feel you clenching around me and I’m sure you can see your dumb drooling self in the mirror” he said, you not even noticing the small stream of saliva that run from your parted lips along your jaw, your breathing getting more rapid as he removed his hand from your clit and instead lifted your legs up, pressing them closer to your upper body. You screamed at the new access the man gained, the subtle outline of his cock was traced on your stomach as he pounded up into you, your clit throbbing in the lack of contact. 

“F-fuck,,, fuck yes,, g-gonna cum” you muttered out in broken syllables, barely being able to look upwards without getting flustered by the sight if you even saw anything at allf rom how your eyes watered, tears brimming at the edges and blurring the stuff you could see through the dark colored lights. Seungmin laughed lowly, adoring the fear mixed with satisfaction in your glimmering eyes, fucking you hard enough to make your hair a spread out mess on the bed, sticking to the saliva on your lips. Suddenly he pulled out, you letting out a tiresome moan and cupping your tits in your hands, pulling on your nipples slightly before releasing, your eyes landing on your boyfriends that were dark with lust. Your body language spoke volumes, you trying to make yourself as small as possible due to worry, wondering why he looked at you with those hooded eyes and that wicked smile. He tapped you on the side of your waist, a silent signal for you to turn around and you compiled without words but only then did you realize what he wanted, what his evil intentions were. In front of you, you saw your own reflection, forgetting that the two walls that welcomed the bed were completely covered in glas, reflecting back your fucked out face that was stained with tears and pure arousement. Seungmin’s hand snaked through your hair, grabbing a fistful by the roots and tilting your head up so that you looked at yourself from an angle, your eyes still glued on him but now instead through a clear mirror. Automatically your back arched, your perky butt up in the air, your cunt crying out from the lack of attention as he leaned closer to your ear, draping his body over yours and whispering seductively into your ear. 

“Don’t you dare look at me, I don’t like nasty whores looking at me. Watch how fucking pathetic you are when getting fucked.” He cleared his throat, his breath tickling against the side of your neck when his other hand stroked your back before wrapping around your throat, pushing on the sides and making you choke, lightheadedness making the room spin in a mystical and aroused daze. 

“No one else can fuck you this good, isn’t that right y/n?”

You nodded, the boy feeling the saliva run down your esophagus as you gulped loudly, your heart racing in your chest. He placed a wet kiss behind your ear causing you to raise your shoulder towards your head, a small giggle escaping you as the light kiss tickled your skin, you saw him smile momentarily, his intimidating aura bursting by the seams from the way your lips lingered in a smile even moments after he had kissed you. Both his hands cascaded down your back as he stood on his knees behind your cowered figure, a slap echoing in your ears before the pain surged through your skin, almost like he left an imaginative handprint on your asscheek. It was almost a threat. You needed to look at yourself in the mirror ahead of you or else he would punish you by more slaps, spit on you or both at the same time. You wanted to be good for him, it was afterall an anniversary. 

“Are you ready sweetheart?” he murmured under his breath to which you nodded, having to break eye contact with yourself from the humiliation you felt of watching yourself in the eyes while your boyfriend was pushing into your slippery cunt, carding through his dark hair with the other hand, pushing a couple of sweaty strands away from his glistening forehead, the same warm feeling of your pussy enveloping around his cock. You nodded a bit too late, your jaw hanging slack from the pleasure as you rolled your eyes back, gasping for air and moaning uncontrollably. He grabbed your hair by a fistful again, twisting it around his wrist that was the home to a dainty silver bracelet, his vicious thrusts startling you. 

“I said fucking look at yourself, are you that dumb or do you only understand when I slap you, hm?” he practically growled at you, attentively watching your every facial expression and seeing the approaching climax almost painted on your face. It was the way your eyes puffed up, your cheeks clad in glittering tears and your lips swollen from just how much you had been biting on them in order to silence your screams. Seungmin licked two fingers on his other hand and snaked around your waist, diving in between your legs in order to play with the sensitive bundle of nerves, driving you over the edge. 

“o-oh,, fuck! yes! right there, g-gonna cum!” you yelled in a high-pitched voice, arching your back even more and scrunching the sheets up with your hands, trying to find something to hold on to in order to not bounce back on Seungmin’s cock harder than you already were. This was a scene so far beyond erotic. You didn’t know that watching yourself get fucked hard and deep could be so thrilling, especially since you weren’t allowed to look at Seungmin without getting slapped around like the whore you are. 

Your lovers thrusts got sloppier and uneven, the pack slowing down and him instead going deeper, his hips slamming against your ass and causing your buttcheeks to wobble, him pinching your clit and making your knees weak, it was almost impossible to hold on any longer. With a final hard thrust you came, your love juices coating his throbbing cock that was decorated with thick veins, you moaning his name repeatedly until you came down from your high, your hand trying to grab onto his wrist to the hand that was circling your clit, begging him to stop. Your desperate whimpers was what set Seungmin’s climax off, the young boy rolling his head back before a low grunt escaped his mouth, dumping his cum inside your puffy hole and coloring your velvety walls in his milky white cum. The warmth was comforting, just as comforting as Seungmin releasing his hand from your hair and cunt, stroking your back and muttering “good girl” multiple times along with a small “i love you”, reminding you of how much he loved and cherished you. 

The room got silent, fatigued breaths hitting your ears, feeling Seungmin pulling out of you and only seconds later feeling the familiar feeling of cum dripping out, running against your cunt and small droplets staining the bed in a darker shade. You heard Seungmin snicker behind you, running his fingers along your cunt and smearing the cum all over, you flinching in overstimulation as his fingers came in direct contact with your sore clit. 

“You good?” you asked as you turned around, your eyes lightning up as you saw his handsome face again, only this time you caught it in the moment you loved it the most; right after sex. 

“Mhm, how are you baby?” he inquired to which you nodded before answering. 

“Now I’m doing good cause I can see you~" you said with a bright smile, stretching out your arms to which Seungmin complied, hugging you back and feeling your bare tits pressing up against his warm chest. He cupped your cheek, swiping his thumb across your cheeks that were still stinging, leaving a small kiss on it. 

“You know that I love you?” he asked quietly, you looking him deep in the eyes and smiling, his eyes turning into half-moons as he smiled back. 

“Of course I do, minnie” you answered, placing a delicate kiss on his cherry red lips. The purple lights luring the both of you to sleep, covering your eyes and enticing you into a deep slumber. 

It was an anniversary worth remembering.

[aiiwa]

KISS FOR ME — YELENA AND PIECK.

— yelena x reader x pieck.

genre: smut, 18+.

warnings: vagina having reader, no pronouns used for reader, scissoring, slight overstimulation, squirting, exhibitionism, yelena calls herself ‘owner’ at the end. if i miss anything please let me know.

word count: 1.6k.

— a/n: first ever fic for aot and it’s brought from me wanting to ✂️ pieck heheheh. be nice to me please 😫🙏🏽. reblogs are always apreciated. thank you to my precious besties @jeanbeaux n @asahiswrld for beta-ing for me <3333.

yelena’s hooded gaze was gluttonous in the way she drank in the sight of her dolls, sitting bare and pretty just for her.

dark eyes burned a trail down your skin. it started from your nape, lingering on the curve of your breasts before sliding down the valley; admiring your tummy, the dip of your waist, the slope of your hips. once her stare settled between the plush of your thighs, your skin lit ablaze, heat shooting straight down to your aching cunt - a silver string of your slick dripping onto the dampened bed sheet.

the corner of her thin lips pull upward in a smirk.

beside you was pieck, who fared no better than you under the power of yelena. you could almost see the small goosebumps prickling her pale skin; the warmth of her small shoulder brushing against yours was familiar and comforting.

“babies.” yelena cooed, calling for you and pieck’s attention. “my pretty babies.”

she makes a show of stripping off her suit jacket, hanging it over the back of the crimson love seat, before haphazardly dropping onto the cushion. spreading her long legs wide, your breath hitches at the way her beige pants tighten around her strong thighs, defining the shape of her taut muscles. everything about her demeanour is calm, casual in the way her fingers undo the first few buttons of her white shirt.

“why don’t you give each other a kiss for me?” the lilt in her tone covers her command as a suggestion. leaning back in her seat, placing her elbows on the armrests, you and pieck react quickly.

turning to face each other, the pink pout of pieck’s lips meet your own eagerly. with your hands on her waist, you pull her flush against you as her own small hand holds the back of your head. you can’t help but moan into her mouth as your tongues brush against each other sensually, hands roaming as pieck sucks on your tongue gently.

the dissatisfied tsk of yelena breaks the spell of your make out.

slightly dazed, you move back from pieck slightly. both of you wearing the same worried look. neither would you two ever want to displease your love.

“yelena…?” you whisper her name out, hesistant.

pieck follows your lead. “is this not what you want?”

“no.” the word alone sends a shiver down your spine. yelena leans back into the chair, stare hard and jaw tilted up. “i want to see those pretty pussies of yours kiss.”

the whimper that escapes pieck is unwillingly loud, coloured with need. your own is caught in your throat, the throbbing of your cunt taking over your mind and body.

a flurry of pets and whines has pieck laying on her back, inky locks spread over the pillow underneath her head, with her thighs parted invitingly. you’re enchanted by the juices leaking from her tight little hole, smeared across her inner thighs and the trimmed stripe of dark curls just above her clit. and when you reach out to brush along her slit, coating the pad of your thumb in her arousal, she’s quick to grab at your wrist.

“don’t tease, y/n.” pieck hisses, pleading eyes looking up at you. “please.”

yelena chuckles lowly from her seat, already enjoying the show. she always loved how desperate the two of would get. especially when things got vocal.

shaking pieck’s lithe fingers from your wrist, you shuffle closer to her; knees dipping into the mattress, as you hold on to her toned leg, sliding your own to the side of her hip - slotting yourself to straddle her almost sideways.

with no hesitation, you lower yourself against her testingly, enticing a harmony of your shared moans.

“f-fuck.” you gasp, throwing your head. pressed against her, the sensation of her warm, wet cunt against your own starts to fog your mind.

“y/n.” pieck’s whines are begging. “move, y/n…your pussy feels so good against mine.”

“listen to her, baby doll.” yelena pipes up, completely relaxed in her seat. “kiss your pussies together even more for me, won’t you?”

the praise from pieck and yelena’s words has you rolling your hips, gliding your pussy over her silky folds, gasping each time your clits catch on to each other’s. it’s extremely lewd, the sloppy sound of your cunts smushed together, slick mixing and dribbling down your thighs. the sensation has you completely intoxicated.

“mmm.” moaning loudly, you caress pieck’s leg in your hold. leaning in slightly to press a gentle kiss to her ankle, you smile against her skin, licking and grazing your teeth along the soft flesh.

“shit-“ she curses, arching into you more. grinding upwards to meet your thrusts.

you feel her hand reach out to touch you, grabbing onto your hips and digging her fingers into you bruisingly - urging you for more.

angling your head back slightly, mid-thrust, you catch a glimpse of yelena’s form. her nails carve crescent moon shapes into the armrest, tell-tale signs of her restraint to not surge towards her two lovers. no matter how much you and pieck would play with each other in front of her, yelena would never yield until the end.

and best of all, she never touched herself. pleasing her was a job left strictly for her precious dolls.

the way you kiss you and pieck’s pussies together in slow, meaningful strokes is dizzying. and it starts to become too much, too soon. with your swollen clit sliding against her mound, and with pieck’s pushed against your soppy slit, edging into the entrance of your tight hole; the two of you become a mess of mewls.

“hnn, y/n.” the way her angel lips moans your name is sinful. “baby please, wanna cum.”

your pants are louder, choking on your moans as you slide yourself over her cunt harder, faster; that you both can’t help but cry out as you reach your peaks.

“oh my, ah, f-fuck-!”

“‘m cumming, y/n, oh-!”

you still on top of pieck, tongue lolled and thighs tensed, your pussy clenching around nothing as you come undone. swearing you can feel the pulsing of pieck’s cunt in time with your own, she squirms underneath you in a fit of pleasure, eyes rolled back as she whines through her orgasm.

“fuck me.” yelena’s voice is muffled by the sound of your own racing heart; but the proud tone in her voice is all you need to turn and face her.

“w-were we…good for you?”

“so good, baby. so fucking perfect.”

sighing contently, you press your forehead to pieck’s leg still in your hold. smiling, your body felt amazing as if you were floating; you don’t even have time to react as pieck flips the two of you over with practiced ease.

“p-pieck-!”

flat on your back, pieck makes fast work pushing your knees against your chest; squeezing the fat of your thighs as she presses the side of her calves to your hips. with your own glistening pussy exposed, pieck saddles on the backs of your thighs, and when she rolls her hips, you jolt as your puffy clits rub against each other.

“fuck, yes-!”

you’re choking on your moans, mouth parted as gasps huff out and drool pools from the corner. you’re absolutely entranced by the way pieck’s full breasts bounce in your face, how her tummy rolls as she ruts into you.

a thin sheen of sweat lays over your heated skin. and when you find your voice, you’re calling out her name over and over like a prayer.

“pieck, pieck, pieck, pieck!”

she consumes every part of your being - yelena’s keen eyes watching blocked from your mind. you even miss the damp patch darkening the crotch of her beige pants.

pieck rocks against you hard, too fast for your sensitive cunt; your bodies tremble as the waves of your orgasm bubbling in your tummy threaten to burst at any moment. it’s when your throbbing clit draws against her dripping entrance once, twice, thrice that you fall apart completely.

your eyes widen, white stars dotting your vision, as your release squirts from your pulsating hole.

“ah, ah, haaa~”

despite the way your mouth jars open in a silent cry, pieck continues to jack rabbit hump your poor pussy. she pants heavy, dark locks stuck to her forehead until she reaches her own high - spraying her own cum all over you.

“ooh, fuck, yes…”

riding out your highs together, you’re lost in the overstimulation; incoherent harmonies of your babbles are the only sound heard in the room. when you finally break apart from each other, pieck falling back across from you, your body trembles from the after effects - your slick drooling from your twitching cunt.

the slow clapping pulls you and pieck from your post-orgasm daze, and through your half-lidded gaze, you watch as yelena stands from her seat and approaches you two.

“such good babies.” the tall woman praises, leaning over your spent bodies. “so messy too, hm?”

a long finger trails down your wet tummy, swirling the mixture of you and pieck’s cum, before moving down to dip into your pussy. the mutual gasp and keen shared between you and pieck, tells you that yelena is doing the same to her.

“i love watching my dolls kiss.” yelena’s finger slowly pumps in and out of you, chuckling lowly as you clamp around the digit desperately. “seeing your cunts kiss and cum all over each other, fuck, it drives me insane.”

hastily, yelena yanks her finger out of you and pieck; the two of you crying out at the lost of contact, blinking up at her.

“shut up.”

harsh silence invades the room. yelena smiles warmly at your obedience, before grabbing at you and pieck’s hands, bringing them to brush over her crotch and grip onto her leather belt.

“now, you’ll be my perfect dolls and make your owner feel good, won’t you?”

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[alluremin]

catch 22

pairing: jeon jungkook | reader

genre:  fwb to lovers , college!au | fluff, smut, light angst

warnings: explicit sex; oral (f receiving), fingering, penetration w/o protection, dirty talk, light dom x sub themes, candid sex talk, jimin is a player, jungkook is a frat boy

premise: you and your best friend had agreed: college was for a good time only, no serious relationships were necessary. who knew that a frat boy would be the one to shake up that notion?

word count: 7.2k

At this time of night, you know you should expect to see his eyes following every movement your body makes. It was like you two were magnets of opposite charges, always attracted to one another regardless of how much your substance of choice was affecting your decisions. It’s bound to happen, almost as if by fate.

It was a beautifully toxic connection you shared with him; a vicious cycle comprised of sex, weed, booze, and good music, never in any particular order.

When you glance to the corner of the room surrounded by a hazy cloud of euphoria, the boy in question pulls himself at attention, elbows on his knees, wavy hair falling in front of his eyes. They bore holes into your own as if to say I’m waiting for you to join me, sweetheart. 

Who were you to say no to that?

You know the power you have over him and consequently, every movement you make is intentional; your pivot from the makeshift dance floor, the sway of your hips with every step, the way you push your hair over your shoulder, and the smirk you give him when his eye contact fails to break with your own. The mix of alcohol and marijuana in your body makes you feel like you’re moving in slow motion, in the best way possible. 

You had him wrapped around your pretty little finger. 

No hesitation ran through your body as you sit in his lap and take the joint from his hands. “I was wondering when you’d come back from your stage, tiny dancer,” he teases.

“Oh please, Guk, don’t act like you weren’t enjoying the show,” you smirk at him, taking a drag from the stick in your hands. Next to the two of you, Yoongi scoffs at your banter and takes the joint from you.

Once your hands are free from the vice, it opens your fingers up to run your hands down the length of Jungkook’s torso.

“Oh, believe me, I was. That doesn’t mean I didn’t feel jealous when everybody else got to see the show too, though.” A fake pout takes over his features. One of his hands travels downward from its grip on your waist to settle on the hem of your emerald dress. “Is this new?” His stare is obvious at the space where your dress meets your thigh.

“Mhm, I picked it up a few days back. Like it?” The smirk is evident in your voice, not like you’re trying to hide it. The garment had accomplished its job: make your flavor of the month drool.

His gaze slowly leaves your smooth thigh and reaches your eyes, his hands still toying with the edge of the fabric. “I know what you’re doing tonight.”

You feign innocence, “Oh? What am I doing?”

“Seducing me... As if you need to.” He laughs at your fake pout, taking the hand that hadn’t snaked back around your waist to run softly along your lips. He leans in until your foreheads meet. “It’s working, by the way.”

You don’t answer, instead, you close the small gap between your lips. 

“Jesus, you two, just go upstairs already,” Yoongi groans, pushing at your knees.

Jungkook giggles into the kiss, and for a second the little cloud of lust surrounding the two of you dissipates. A little pang hits your heart just then, as you break your kiss from the boy below you. 

If you had met under different circumstances, maybe the feelings you had brewing in your chest for Jungkook would be less offensive. But you were just a hookup, a weekend bed partner. Nothing more, nothing less. You pushed them aside and stood before offering Jungkook your hands. He grabs them without hesitation, and suddenly the lust is restored. 

You follow the familiar path you’ve found yourself traveling every weekend for months. The fraternity’s house was a maze, but you knew it like the back of your hand, and you couldn’t find it in you to feel shame about it. You drag the boy behind you without a single glance backward. You didn’t need to, knowing his eyes didn’t leave your ass the whole time giving you the boost of confidence you crave. 

When you reach his bedroom at the end of the hallway, Jungkook wastes no time spinning your body and pressing you hard into the door. The impact of his lips against yours pulls a mewl from your throat, your body keening against his in desperation. He responds by slipping his tongue into your mouth. 

By now, the two of you had a routine, and the way you moved was almost like a dance; his arms sliding under to lift you, his spin in route to his bed, your grip in the hair at the base of his skull.

His body follows yours downward when he drops you on his sheets, never breaking the connection of your lips. “You don’t waste time anymore, huh, Gukkie?”

 He sucks his teeth at the nickname, and attacks your neck, drawing a moan from you.

“And you still act like you’re going to be in charge, but we both know that's not true, is it, princess?” You blush at his words. 

Of course, he was in charge, but he has yet to realize that the brattier you act, the more you get exactly what you want. You wondered how many more drunken hookups it would take for him to catch onto your game. 

His hands quickly reach down to pull his t-shirt over his head, and you never get tired of the view that meets you when he does. The small waist, bulky chest, defined abs, and tattoos covering the expanse of his left side - it should be illegal to look as sinful as he does hovering over you. Jungkook proved that God does have favorites.

You sit up on your knees quickly to pull your dress over your head and don’t miss the small gasp that leaves the man in front of you. Forgoing underwear this evening seemed like the right choice, and this moment proves that for you. 

“Jesus, Y/N, you’re gonna be the death of me.” Jungkook’s hand traces down your subtle curves before pulling your kneeling form against his own. You don’t miss the way the cold metal of his belt feels on your lower stomach, the anticipation building in your body for what’s about to happen. 

As his mouth moves toward yours, just before they meet, you whisper, “Is that a promise?” 

That’s all it took for him to finally snap. 

Before you know it, you’re on your back and his head is between your legs. With the drugs and alcohol flowing through your system, every movement his lips make against your inner thighs feels like fire. You’re just about to sit up and groan at his avoidance of your center when he wraps his lips around your clit like his life depends on it.

Your head flies back to hit the pillow beneath it and you swear the coil in your stomach already begins to twist. Jungkook had a lot of things he could brag about. The top three? His body, his voice, and his devilish tongue, in all of its glory. 

His mouth continues its assault on your bud, one of his hands reaching underneath to insert two fingers into your aching center.

“Fuck, Guk,” you moan. He hums, sending a vibration through your core. You were embarrassingly close to cumming. It was like you were under his spell.

“I can feel you squeezing around my fingers,” his voice drips with honey. The low tone was enough to push you over the edge. You saw stars behind your eyes and euphoria washed over your entire body. “That’s my girl.” 

You don’t miss the sweet comment in your bliss, choosing to not think about it too much so it doesn’t swallow you whole.

Jungkook crawls upward and crashes his lips onto yours as your hands expertly undo his belt and the buttons of his jeans. He leans back on his legs to assist you in ridding himself of the last pieces of clothing that separate the two of you, breaking the seal of your lips and looking at you with a gaze that made you stop breathing for a moment.

 It’s not like this was the first time you’ve seen him naked, far from it, but he never failed to take away your breath. If a human could be perfect, you’re sure it would be him.

He wastes no time in coming back to you, lips on yours as he lines himself up with your entrance. He pushes in and his pretty eyes screw shut at the feeling. “Fuck, always so tight for me, baby girl.”

Your ego only has a second to absorb his compliment before your own senses are overtaken by the pleasure between your legs. “Give me a second, Guk, you’re so big,” you say as seductively as you can manage, but you know your words come out as more of a whine.

He only smirks before his lips work their magic against your neck. His tongue licks at the spot below your ears before he bites and tugs at your earlobes. Aside from his dominating personality in bed, Jungkook’s soft side for you always showed through, always waiting for permission, always putting your comfort first. 

You nod your head in a gesture for him to continue.

There was no build-up to his bruising pace. As soon as you feel the grip of one hand on your waist and the other under your shoulder you know you’re not going to be able to walk straight the next day. His hips snap against yours, and with the angle of your legs, you can already feel your orgasm building again. 

His mouth finds yours again, but the way he kisses you juxtaposes the way he’s fucking you in force and feeling. Jungkook’s lips are soft and sweet against yours, perfectly contrasting the hard thrusts from his hips. The combination alone draws a string of uncontrollable moans from your throat, one particularly hard thrust prompts you to scream his name.

“Shh, baby, I don’t want to get shit from the other guys anymore,” he pushes two of his fingers into your mouth. You moan again at their intrusion and happily accept them, not missing your opportunity to look at him with innocence in your eyes as you suck on the digits. 

“Fuck.” He pulls his mouth from your fingers and before you can blink, he has you flipped onto your stomach. He lifts your hips a little to place a pillow underneath, and pushes himself back inside of you, all so quickly that you hadn’t even taken a breath before he was thrusting into you again.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head at the new angle. Jungkook drapes his body over you as he fucks into you from behind, using his tattooed hand to move your hair from your face. The same hand takes the liberty to wrap around your throat with the pressure he knows you like. When you smile at the feeling, he can’t help but kiss the corner of your mouth.

 If only you knew the effect you had on him matched the one he had over you.

“Touch yourself for me, princess,” he whispers in your ear and you swear you’ve never moved faster; it was almost as if your movement were involuntary. His wish was your command. 

“Guk, ‘m so close,” you manage to squeak out in broken breaths. 

“Me too,” he groans. “Ladies first?” At that, he sits up and angles your hips higher to hit your g-spot with more force than before. In combination with your fingers working circles into your clit, the new angle is all it takes for you to come crashing down. 

The man above you follows soon after, your involuntary clenching forcing him to meet his end. He quickly pulls himself out and aggressively strokes his release onto your back. 

The collapse of your body causes the bed to seemingly swallow you whole. Jungkook falls directly next to you moments later. You both lay there, panting, blissed-out messes. His hand reaches up to push your hair off your face. When you make eye contact with him, you both turn into giggly messes. The current atmosphere of the room was lighthearted, contrasting the lecherous one that surrounded the two of you for most of the night. 

Soon the post-sex haze fades, and you feel the sticky feeling of his release on your back and you feel dreadfully uncomfortable.

You kick your leg at the boy next to you. “Guk, towel please?” 

He hums and rolls himself off the bed, somehow landing on his feet effortlessly. As he walks toward his bathroom, you admire the view. Who were you to deny yourself the simple pleasure of staring at his ass, if the opportunity presented itself?

He uses the towel to wipe the stickiness from your skin. His gentleness would surprise you, based on how different it was from how he approached sex, but you’ve been seeing Jungkook for a little over two months now. He had a surprisingly sweet demeanor. The towel is quickly discarded and you hum as you sit up. 

“Thank you,” you giggle at him before standing up and heading toward the bathroom, not forgetting to retrieve your crumpled dress from the floor.

“Hey, are you going home?” Jungkook asks quickly when he notices the garment hanging from your hand. 

“Um, I was thinking about it. Why?” You say hesitantly while you stand at the threshold of the bathroom, you suddenly feel shy under his gaze. An indiscernible look passes through his eyes at your words. 

“I just… I can take you back if you want me to. Or... I mean, only if you want to… you could stay here. Maybe?” 

This was new to you. You’ve never seen Jungkook look so unsure of himself. Normally, the picture of confidence personified, the frat boy in the bed before you looks small, almost timid. You could feel your heart doing backflips at his proposal.

It wasn’t the first time you and Jungkook had spent the night together, but that was normally only when you two were both too incapacitated to operate a car. This feels different, somehow; if it was because you started to realize how you feel about Jungkook, you aren’t sure. 

But what you were sure of was that you could never say no to him. You wordlessly make your way back to the bed and curl up in his arms. If nothing else, you can feel his love for the night and move on with your day by morning. As the end of another cycle draws near, you silently hope it will begin again, as it always does. Jungkook, as he holds you against his chest, is the last thing on your mind when you drift asleep. 

You suspect he’s going to take up a permanent residence in there, no matter how much you try to avoid it. 

The next morning, you wake up before Jungkook. After dreaming of him all night, you’re absolutely terrified by the prospect of being there when he wakes up. 

There was no fear that he would stir with your movements about his room as you collect all of your things. He slept like a rock and you’re pretty sure that not even a tornado, hurricane, or any other apocalypse-causing natural disaster could wake him up in the morning.

You sneak out of his bedroom wearing his massive t-shirt and a pair of boxers he had lent you before you fell asleep last night. The door clicks shut and of course, Yoongi’s bedroom door across the hall is wide open as you’re leaving. 

The shit-eating grin on his face is enough to convey his amusement at the situation before him. He raised his hands to his forehead and salutes you, prompting your middle finger to raise and give him a salute of your own. 

You don’t give him enough time to make a comment to you about the clothes before scurrying to the stairs. You sit on the top steps and hastily slide on your boots. Thankfully you chose the chunky Doc knockoffs in lieu of the heels you were originally planning. You were already obviously doing the walk of shame, at least you had decent shoes to do it in to keep a sliver of your dignity. 

Once you reach the bottom of the stairs, you note the state of the party room on your way to the front door. It looks like a booze-filled bomb had gone off; there were red solo cups covering the floor and the smell of alcohol hit you squarely in the face. You quicken your pace because if you stay any longer, you could see yourself getting violently ill.

The sun nearly burns your eyes out of your head when you open the door. You have to take a second to adjust to the light before you can move down the front steps. The cul-de-sac where all the frat houses resided was in a similar state to what you saw inside. Finals week was over and everybody took the opportunity to celebrate it.

Your phone starts vibrating in the small clutch in your hand when you reach the sidewalk. The name on the screen pulls a groan from your throat, you were too hungover to be berated right now.

“You’re lucky I have your location, otherwise I would kill your stupid ass for leaving me to wonder where you went last night,” Jimin’s smirk was evident through the phone.

“Should I really have to tell you when we’re in Jungkook’s fraternity where I’m going to end up when the night ends?” You quip back at him and he giggles at you.

“When are you coming home? Last I checked you were still there.” You hear shuffling on his end of the line and you suspect that he’s just now getting out of bed himself.

You pull your phone away from your face quickly and realize it’s almost noon. “Shit, I didn’t realize it was that late. I’m walking back now, I’ll be home in a minute.” You don’t wait for his response before hanging up.

It was moments like this that you were glad your apartment was only a street over from the fraternity village. When you and Jimin had scouted out your place, it was solely for the price and quality that you chose it. Your proximity to your campus’s party central was an added bonus.

It’s comical the way Jimin stands on the balcony with his sunglasses on and his hip popped to the side. You can’t help but stop at the door to your building and laugh at him.

“I thought shackers were supposed to be out by 11?” He asks cheekily. 

“Oh please, when you find some poor girl to share your time with, I go whole weekends without seeing you!” 

His jaw drops in feigned offense, but he says nothing. He breaks the character with a chuckle and reenters your apartment, you do the same. When you reach the second story, your hand doesn’t even make it to the doorknob before your roommate pulls it open. He grabs you by the wrist and drags you through the door. 

“You can shower when you tell me what happened last night. We weren’t even there for an hour before you disappeared.” He spins you by your shoulders to sit you on the couch.

To anybody on the outside, Jimin and your relationship was odd, but you made it work. Two years ago, you and he had met at a party, shamelessly flirted, kissed, and immediately recoiled. Kissing Jimin felt wrong, and he shared your sentiment in that regard. From then on though, you and he had been thick as thieves, attached at the hip, and any other expression that conveyed best-friendship. You two told each other everything, including anecdotes about your sex life, which is usually the point at which any outsider to your relationship got uncomfortable with your candidness. 

“What can I say, Jimin, I went there for one purpose and I very quickly got exactly what I wanted.” You giggle, but it doesn’t reach your eyes. You’re hoping he didn’t catch it. 

Of course, though, the boy above you knew you like the back of his hand. Nothing you could do or say at this point would stop the quizzical look in his eyes. “Spill, Y/N.”

You dropped your head and rubbed the back of your neck before you dramatically threw yourself into the back of the couch. “I think I’m starting to like him,” you admit, with as little emotion as you can muster. You don’t know why, but the urge to cry right now is strong. You toss the feelings back into the deep abyss that is your subconscious before they can take over.

“Woah, hey!” He drops onto the couch beside you with concern in his eyes. “It’s time to run. We don’t do feelings for people in this house, were young, out-of-control college kids remember. We don’t have time for that.”

“I know, Jimin, but he’s so addicting. Like one minute he is drilling me into the mattress and the next he’s kissing my cheek and telling me how pretty I am. It makes my brain go to mush!”

“Damn, he’s good.”

“Jimin,” you warn. The look in your eyes tells him to watch his words carefully.

“Alright, in all seriousness, you know what kind of guy he is. I’m honestly surprised that you’ve slept with him for this long. I don’t remember the last time you’ve kept a guy around for longer than a couple of weeks.”

It was true. It sounded worse than it was, you would go through bursts of “uncontrollable horniness” as Jimin called it. You could go months without having sex, but then you would find a guy to sleep with for a couple of weeks until you got bored or he tried to cuff you, then you would cut it off and move into another dry spell. It was unconventional sure, but it worked for you. Jimin only had so much room to make fun of you for it, he was a certified man-whore.

“I don’t know, dude. I know I should stop because I can feel myself getting attached to him, but I just… I don’t want to.” You groan at your situation. Why did you have to pick the most perfect human on the planet as your booty call? 

“Which is exactly why you need to stop. I don’t want to hurt your feelings, babe, but I doubt he shares yours.” You only nod at his statement and stare blankly at the ceiling. 

A few moments of silence pass between the two of you before he pats your thigh and stands up. “C’mon smelly, go take a shower, you smell like dick,” Jimin grins at you and reaches out his hand to drag you off the couch. 

You half-heartedly laugh at him and take his hand. He pushes you toward your bathroom before going back to the kitchen to make the two of you something to eat. 

The person staring back at you in the mirror looks like she’s been hit by a train. There’s mascara smeared under your eyes and your hair closely resembles a bird’s nest. While you’re rubbing the makeup from your eyes with a wipe, your phone vibrates on the counter next to you.

*12:13 pm*

Gukkie: Hey, when did you leave? Sorry I slept through it haha

Speak of the devil and he doth appear. 

You ignore the text and strip before hopping into the shower. Silently, you hope that the scalding water will burn last night from your memory. 

“Damn, was your shower long enough? I thought I was going to have to send a rescue party in there,” Jimin teases as you step out of your bathroom.

“The only way to kill the diseases you pick up in a frat house is to burn them off your skin.” 

You slide into the stool at your kitchen counter as Jimin sets a mug of your favorite tea and waffles in front of you. You thank him with a smile and he only smiles back before going back to his own nearly finished plate of food. 

“Do you want to talk about it some more?” Jimin asks you, and for a second you consider playing dumb as to the subject he’s referring to, but you know it won’t work.

“I honestly don’t know. Ask me later?” 

He nods and grabs your hand from across the counter, sending you a wink. “You got it.”

It’s when you’re bingeing a new show with Jimin later that evening that you remember you never bothered to answer Jungkook. Your phone on the coffee table was now pulling your attention completely away from the murder docu-series on the TV. Jimin is engrossed with the show and pays very little attention when you grab the device from the table.

When you unlock your screen, the little number icon hovering next to your messages alerts you to how much you’ve neglected your phone today. You open the app and scroll through, reading the various messages left for you by friends and family. Thankfully, all were unimportant, usually, just funny pictures or links that they thought you would find amusing. 

You’re giggling at a message from your mom about your dog back home when you back out of the conversation and notice the only unread message was the one you had been avoiding since the early afternoon. 

(12:13 pm) Gukkie: Hey, when did you leave? Sorry I slept through it haha

You debate just ignoring it altogether and just dealing with it the next time you saw him. That would be soon enough, considering that summer break was here and you knew that he wouldn’t be going home as most college students do. You decide against that. At the very least you want to keep him on your good side, you had never ignored him for this long. While your text conversations weren’t the most thrilling, the small bit of connection was enough to keep the two of you on the same page. At each other’s beck and call, that was.

(10:41 pm) You: i left around noon! i didn’t want to wake you up. i’ll bring your clothes back soon

You locked your screen after sending the message and returned your attention to the screen. That was indifferent enough, right?

Not even thirty seconds after you sent the message, the device vibrates on the couch next to you and you’re embarrassed at how quickly you scramble to pick it up. You look across the couch at your roommate, and he’s staring right back at you. 

“Did he text you?” He asks, almost nonchalantly, but you pick up on a little bit of something in his voice. Disapproval, maybe?

For any of his faults, Jimin more than makes up for it in the way he cares about you like a sister. It’s almost as if he can sense that you’re probably going to get hurt by a stupid frat boy.

“Uh, yeah. But I’m just asking him when he’s free so I can drop his clothes off. That’s all,” you quickly reply and you silently applaud yourself for the steadiness of your voice. He has a look in his eyes that says he wants to say more on the subject, but he doesn’t. Instead, he chooses to only nod and return his attention back to the screen. He grabs onto your calves the are slung across him in a silent gesture: I’m here for you, always.

(10:42 pm) Gukkie: Don’t worry about it! I’m sure I’ll see you soon ;)

(10:43 pm) You: something tells me you’re right about that

(10:43 pm) Gukkie: Maybe you could swing by tomorrow, sometime? I’ll be at the house all day so you can drop the clothes off 

Right, as if you would only drop off his clothes and leave. 

(10:44 pm) You: sure, i’ll talk to you tomorrow !

(10:44 pm) Gukkie: Sleep tight, princess :)

You don’t sleep.

You’re pacing back and forth with Jungkook’s clothes in your hand, debating whether or not to ding dong ditch and leave them on his porch. Last night, what very little sleep you did get was plagued by dreams of the curly-haired frat boy down the road. The feelings you felt for him are surprisingly strong, considering you just realized you really did like him. Maybe they had been building up for a while and when you allowed yourself to accept them, they hit you harder. 

Regardless of why they were so pervasive was lost on you, but there was no denying their presence. You could feel anxious hies rising up your neck at the thought of facing Jungkook.

On one hand, you’re dealing with the excitement about seeing his cute bunny smile and inevitably, his sculpted body, if this visit turned into how you suspected it would. On the other hand, you’re terrified. Every time you spend your time with Jungkook, those feelings are probably only going to grow.

This would be the last time with him, you decide before you walk out of your apartment building. You already know that there is no way you could say no to him, so if he decided that he wanted to have sex with you today, that’s exactly what was going to happen. It’s not like you don’t want to. You’d be a fool to turn down sex with him, but you fear the way it made you feel. After Saturday night, it was obvious that you felt more than the normal, post-sex happiness when you were with him.

His fraternity’s house comes into view, the parking lot nearly empty signaling that most of his brother’s had gone home for the summer. His car and Yoongi’s remained, among a few others. You roll your eyes seeing the elder’s vehicle, knowing that he was going to tease you either on your way in or out.

You hesitate a little at the front door, unsure if you should knock or just walk in. Strangely enough, in the two months you had been sleeping with Jungkook, you had never been to the house during the day. 

You don’t get to think about how odd it is seeing the brick building during the day when the door opens and the boy who’s been haunting your dreams beams at you with his infuriatingly adorable smile.

“Hi,” you say awkwardly. “Here are your clothes… I washed them.” You thrust the clothes forward into his hand.

He runs his free hand through his hair and snickers. “Thanks, you didn’t have to wash them.”

“It’s no problem!” You say a little too eagerly and you’re slapping yourself for it. 

“Are you going to come in or just stand there and stare at me?” He asks you with an amused look on his face. 

“Shut up,” you say as you brush past him and walk into the house. You don’t bother looking back at him as you follow the path up to his bedroom, knowing he’s following you, as he always does. 

You’re not sure when the rain started, but the sounds were lulling you into a peaceful afternoon slumber. Jungkook’s bedsheets were always clean, unlike most of the guys you slept with. The soft fabric against your naked body, mixed with the soft light and sounds from the weather outside, gave you a sense of calm you hadn’t felt in the last 48 hours. 

Your head is turned toward the window, eyes shut. It wasn’t that you were necessarily avoiding looking at Jungkook, lately, it seemed like it was the only thing you wanted to do, but you just happened to fall in that position after the activities of the last two hours. 

Jungkook is sitting on his side, resting his head on one hand as he looks out the same window. He sighs, but you have a hard time in your half-conscious state determining the meaning behind the sigh. For now, you were just content with the soft fingers he was using to draw patterns across your exposed back. You couldn’t think about much past that.

“Y/N, are you asleep?” He asks while scooting closer to you. You hum in response and turn your head to face him. He uses his hand to brush your hair away from your face, so tenderly you barely feel his fingers when they run across your cheeks. “I’ll take that as a no.”

“No, I’m awake, just resting my eyes.” You slowly open your eyes and take note of him. He has a small smile on his face, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. 

A pang of something akin to hurt strikes you in the heart. You realize that he’s probably trying to kick you out. It was the middle of the day and you were overstaying your welcome.

“I’m sorry, I just realized I’m probably taking up your whole day,” you sat up quickly and bend toward the foot of the bed to grab your top. 

“Wait,” he rushes out and pulls you back down to lay down and face him. “Stay with me for a little bit. At least until the rain stops?”

You look down at the bedsheets below you and pick at a ball of fuzz to distract yourself. A sad smile graces your features when you look back at him. “I don’t think I should.”

“Oh… Okay,” he looks upset at that but you don’t want to think about it too long before you sit up again and put your clothes back on. When you return to the bed to grab your phone, you notice that he’s gotten himself back into a pair of basketball shorts and is watching you as you move about his space. “At least let me drive you home?”

You nod your head in agreement and smile at him. “Thank you.”

The walk to the door and following dash to his car through the rain is silent between the two of you. Luckily, though you know he was lurking somewhere, you didn’t have to face Yoongi. It was the small victories that would take you through today.

The drive lasted less than two minutes but felt like fiver years with the awkward silence that hung around you. It was clear by your actions that this would be over after today, neither of you having to actually say the words out loud. 

Jungkook pulled into the spot right in front of the door to your building. At least he wasn’t going to make you walk through the pouring rain. Hopefully, this meant that he wasn’t angry, or at the very least, his ego wasn’t bruised by your unspoken break-up, for lack of a better term.

“Thanks for the ride,” you say as chipper as possible given the circumstances. You couldn’t bring yourself to meet his eyes. 

“Yeah, sure… No problem.” He reaches up to rub the back of his neck. You noticed he does it when he’s embarrassed or feels awkward without realizing it. You were going to miss that, among many other things. 

You opened the door and were about to step out into the rain when he touches your shoulder. You look at him confused. He looks confused as well, shocked at his own hand for the involuntary action.

“I-I’ll see you around?” He asks, an indiscernible look in his eyes.

“I- yeah, I’ll see you around,” you smile at him gently. He pulls his hand back like the temperature of your skin is burning his own. 

 You quickly jump out of the car and run up to the front of the building - to avoid as much rain as you could and to get away from the boy behind you. You don’t look back.

When you push open the door to your apartment, Jimin is sitting in the recliner and scrolling through his phone. It only takes one look at your slightly damp clothes and the tears welling up in your eyes for him to hop out of his seat and make it to you at record speed. 

“I’m sorry, babe,” Jimin soothes his hand down your unruly hair as you lightly cry against his shoulder. “Did you tell him anything?”

You shake your head. What would be the point? When you and Jungkook agreed to forgo sleeping with other people and engage in a friends-with-benefits-type relationship, you both made it clear that there were to be no feelings involved. You knew he wouldn’t have changed his mind about that. The only thing to gain from sharing your feelings with him would be outright rejection, and you’d rather not deal with that. 

Jimin just goes back to patting your head and rocking you lightly, not caring that your hair and clothes were getting him damp too. You don’t know what you did in a past life to be so fortunate to have him as your best friend.  

You’re standing like that for quite a while before you both hear a knock at your door. You move out of the way to sit on the couch and let Jimin answer the door. The last thing you wanted the person at the door to see were your bloodshot eyes and shaggy appearance. 

“Can I talk to Y/N?” Jungkook’s voice startles you up off the couch. Your panicked movements draw the attention of both your roommate and the frat boy. Jimin just smiles slightly at you and moves out of the way before walking into his room. You had a feeling he would listen to the whole conversation though his door.

You walked up to the door with your head down. His breathing was ragged at as you scanned from his feet up to his eyes, you found that he was soaked. “Why are you soaked?”

“I ran here.”

“But you just drove me home?”

“Oh, I, uh, got home and forgot I was going to loan my car to one of my brother’s and then I… ran here.” He explains, but the confused look in your eye is enough to tell him that you’re not following his story whatsoever. You didn’t understand why he had to come back to your apartment, nor his urgency in doing so.

“What are you doing here?” You wish you sounded a little less sad when you said that, but you didn’t really care at this point. 

“I came because I need to say something to you. I- wait have you been crying?” Jungkook steps closer to you and grabs your cheeks to look into your eyes. It takes everything in you not to melt into him and grab his hands from your cheeks. 

“What did you have to tell me, Guk?” You ask him in the most even voice you can manage. 

“No, Y/N answer me first, please?” Your outright rejection of his touch doesn’t stop him from running his hands up and down your arms.

“Yes,” you answer, your voice uneven as your eyes betray you and begin to well up again.

Jungkook pulls you against his body, holding you tightly against him. “Why?” He whispers the question so quietly in your ear, almost as if he raises his voice any higher you would shatter.

You take a shaky breath, deciding to just say it. “You.”

He pulls back abruptly to look you in the eyes, the confusion across his brow mixes with hurt in his eyes. “Me?”

“I like you,” you blurt out, tears slowing to a gradual drip. “But I know you don’t feel the same, so please don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” He asks, but the look is still painted across his features.

“With pity.”

“Pity? I’m just confused.” He readjusts his grip on you to bring a hand back to your cheek. You can feel your heart pounding out of your chest while he forces you to look into his eyes. 

He doesn’t say anything, instead he just brings your face forward to crash his lips into your own. It’s different from the kisses you’ve shared in the past. The ones before filled with lust, this one was tender and intense.

“Y/N, I like you too. Why do you think I ran through the rain to get back here?” He puts his forehead against yours. 

“You do?” You pull your forehead from his to meet his eyes. 

“Obviously. I was going to tell you earlier but you seemed like you wanted to go home so badly, so I figured I screwed up.” He sighed, a small smile of relief on his face. 

“You should’ve said it earlier then, dummy!” You playfully smacked his chest and sniffled. 

“I wish I would’ve, then I wouldn’t have had to see you cry.” The hand on your cheek slips behind your head and pulls you forward so he could plant a kiss on your forehead. When he loosens his grip, you pull back to look at him. 

“Would you like to come inside?” You motion behind you. Jungkook answers by kissing you back into your apartment. 

He breaks apart from you once the door is shut and looks at you with a cocky grin on his face. “Wait until I rub it in Yoongi’s face that you’re my girlfriend. He said you would never say yes.”

“Girlfriend, huh?” You ask while grinning up at him. There was a lot that had to be addressed in that statement, but you decided to let it slide for a later conversation. 

“Uh, yeah… Is that okay?” He looks a little insecure, realizing what that he said without asking you if you wanted that.

You just giggle at him and kiss him again. You nod into the kiss, that was growing much more heated by the second.

“And that's my cue! I’m leaving,” Jimin escapes from his room and runs out the door before either of you can blink. You both laugh at your best friend's antics. 

“I’ll steal you some dry clothes from his room,” you say as you turn to walk into Jimin’s room. 

Jungkook quickly grabs you from behind and kisses the spot below your ear. “Who says I need clothes?”

You turn your head to look at him and consider glaring for a second. The blinding bunny smile pointed in your direction squashes any of your ideas about reprimanding him. He kisses your cheek and runs into your bedroom, stripping off his clothes along the way. You giggle at his behavior. 

“Baby! I’m naked and I’m in your bed - a little disappointed that you aren’t!” 

Again, who were you to say no?

a/n: im not even sure if anybody is really active on this blog anymore, but i got bored and decided to write this! it is unedited, i dont really mind though :) this is for the people that sent me messages saying that they would want to see this once it was finished. i did write it under the influence initially (as stated previously, i am of legal age!!), so it required quite a bit of editing! sorry for the delay!

[wreckmetoji]

idfc

An ongoing fic in which you don't realize you have both Fushiguros at your feet.

↳ Toji Fushiguro/Reader

Part 6/?

Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5 , Part 7

content warning. age gap, afab reader, oral(f receiving), size kink, exhibitionism, degrading, public sex, overstimulation, dumbification, slight dacryphilia, unprotected sex, oral(m receiving), toji makes you his personal pocket pussy, profanity, shameless smut

This is part six of a several part story revolving around smut. **Minors DNI**

1.8k words

He spoke, the words making you shiver more than his tongue now licking a long stripe up your pussy. "We've got fifteen minutes. I'll only need seven." Every little sound echoed and bounced off the mirror-lined walls, shaky sighs and mewls seeming much louder than they were. One of your hands covered your nose and mouth tightly when you felt Toji flick his tongue over your already sensitive clit, trying to repress the noises coming out of you. He didn't seem to appreciate that, if the way he sucked on the delicate nub was any indication. "T-Toji, please..." You whispered from behind your hand, watching his thick fingers trace the inside of your thigh. His darkened green eyes shot up, holding prolonged eye contact as his fingers grazed your convulsing cunt. "You know better, brat. Who do you think you're talking to?" He quickly went back to his ministrations, mouth working over your clit with fervor. His finger entered you without warning, sliding in with ease. Realizing this, Toji smirked, detaching from you once more as he slid in a second finger. "Look how wet you are already, I could bend you over right now and fuck you senseless." He scissored his fingers inside you as he spoke. "Bet you were thinkin' about this all night." Part of you knew that mischievous glint in his eyes was telling you he would, but it seemed like he had other plans. A yelp came from your throat at the sudden assault on your clit, fingers working in time with his mouth and tongue. The way he grazed his teeth over your nub, coupled with how deliciously he was curling his fingers, made you gasp, free hand shooting out to grip his messy black hair. He didn't seem to mind, for now. The way the pads of his fingers massaged that particularly spongy part inside of you had you throwing your head back, nearly hard enough to make the mirror behind you crack. "Please, p-please! So...c-close..." You begged, whining as he slowed, but you knew what he wanted. "Please, sir, please let me cum." That seemed to do it for him. Toji groaned against your swollen clit, sucking, licking, and kissing you through your orgasm. He continued, even as you started to come down, making you squirm against his unrelenting abuse on your overstimulated cunt. When your grip tightened and tugged his hair is when he finally came up, fingers coming out of you to grab your wrist and tug your hand off of him. Your rough treatment seemed to stir something primal in him. He didn't say a word as he tugged you off the counter, flipping you and slamming your front against the hard surface. Winded, and unable to say anything, you simply watched in the mirror as he unbuckled his belt and shimmied his pants down just enough for his cock to bounce free, all while using one hand to pin your wrists behind your back. Once he was lined up with your dripping core, he released your wrists, only to trap them again on either side of your body, using his large hands to both grip your hips and pin your wrists against your sides. "Five minutes," Toji grunted as he sheathed himself inside you in one thrust, your mouth falling open in a silent cry. With the pace he was going, you knew this would be the especially rough treatment you never got to see the other night. Using his overwhelming strength, he lifted your body so he wasn't having to hunch over your tiny frame. Your toes couldn't touch the ground, even in your heels. You were completely at his mercy as he fucked into you, the sound of skin slapping against skin deafening in the otherwise quiet room. "Still want me to break you, princess?" He lilted, abs tightening every time his hips rammed into yours. "Want me to break that tight little pussy, fuck you so good so no other dick can satisfy you?" His lewd words fell on deaf ears, too consumed by every time he thrust into you, the tip of his cock was kissing your cervix oh so wonderfully. You couldn't form words, but watching his towering figure in the mirror grin wickedly at you made you tighten around him. One particularly hard thrust made you scream, tears pricking at your eyes and jaw hanging slack. Toji couldn't help but hiss at the sight, watching the tears stream down your face. He only fucked you harder, your senseless blubbering increasing in volume and pitch, drool sliding out from the corner of your lips. "Cum for me, you fucking slut." He commanded, hips shoving you so far into the counter you were sure your pelvis would bruise, the side of your face pressed up against the mirror. And you did. It was earth shattering, your toes curling in your shoes, your hands trying desperately to find something, anything, to grab onto, failing miserably, so you grabbed at the air instead. One of Toji's hands left your side and went up to the back of your neck, seemingly bracing himself as he came inside of you, hips only slowing after he'd finished pumping everything he's worth into your aching, abused hole. Quickly catching his breath and gaining his composure, Toji pulled out of you, leaving you slack against the marble counter. He, unsurprisingly, was still semi-hard as he tucked himself back into his pants, fixing his dress shirt, before finally taking a look at the clock. He clicked his tongue in disapproval. "Eight minutes." Using shaky arms, you slowly pushed yourself off the counter, making sure you had good footing before standing on your own. The sticky, warm mess between your thighs slowly dribbled down your legs, suddenly making you very aware of where you were. "Can I have my underwear back, please?" You bit, slightly irritated, fixing your hair and smudged makeup in the mirror. Toji simply smirked. "Nah." Part of you knew that would be his response, but you were disappointed nevertheless. His hands were in his pockets, and he offered an arm out for you to take. What a gentleman, you thought with a roll of your eyes, walking in front of him and out the door. You ignored the way the man outside eyed you up and down once again, eyes briefly stopping at the dripping liquid on the inside of your legs. Toji followed close behind, tucking another bill in the man's breast pocket without even sparing him a glance. You made a quick beeline for the table, grabbing your purse, and met back up with Toji at the front of the restaurant where he was taking his card back from the front staff. The silence that hung over you two was unbearable as the valet seemed to take his sweet time fetching the car. You held tightly onto your purse, thighs rubbing together, trying to prevent any more cum from leaking out and dripping down your legs. He didn't even bother helping clean up this time. "Keep moving like that and I might just have to fuck you again." Surprised by his words, you looked up at him, then down at the beginnings of a tent in his pants. What the hell was this guy taking to have such a high sex drive at his age? The car rolled up, and the two of you walked down the stone steps. Toji very mockingly opened your door for you, arm hanging on the roof when you stepped inside. "Make a mess on my seats and you'll be in big trouble, little girl." Defiantly, you swayed your ass on the seat underneath you, the squelching sound of his seed rubbing into the leather audible. "Should've helped me clean up then, asshole." You spat back, watching his unwavering gaze and unfaltering expression. He didn't say anything else, only closing the door with a little too much force, making you jump. He quickly opened the driver's side door, settling himself in and closing it behind him. He didn't buckle his seat belt, and as you reached for your own, he drove off, only shooting you a glance. "Touch that seat belt and I'll stop right here, right now, and fuck you right over the hood of the car." He was uneasily nonchalant, lighting a cigarette. You believed him. Placing your hands back on top of the purse in your lap, you sat in silence for a moment. When Toji pulled onto the highway that headed towards your apartment, his arm tensed, gripping the wheel tighter. His elbow was propped up against the car door, fingers hovering over his mouth as he took a long drag of his smoke. "If you wanna run that pretty mouth, you better put it to good use." He warned, giving you another glance as he pulled into the right lane. Swallowing, mouth suddenly very dry, you dumbly stared at him. Was he really telling you to give him road head? Your eyes trailed down, seeing the well defined outline of his hard cock in his pants. That answered your question. "Well? I'm waiting." Fingers tapped the wheel impatiently, urging you to lean over the center console and unbuckle, unbutton, and pull his pants down when he raised his hips slightly. When you took the base into your fist, he glanced down at you, hand still hovering against his mouth. He looked back up when you took the tip in, slowly moving down with every bob of your head. Toji exhaled in approval, eyes closing and rolling back just briefly when he felt you go down far enough to make you gag. The last two inches were never met with the warmth of your mouth, deciding to put your hands to work instead. One hand worked in time with your mouth, coaxing the occasional hum or grunt from him. He didn't make much noise, so every time he did, it sent a jolt of pride down your spine. Making a turn off the highway, Toji exhaled quickly through his mouth, hips bucking upwards as you swirled your tongue when you came up, then pushing your tongue along the bottom vein as you went back down. Just as he was pulling into your apartment complex, you could feel his climax reaching, his hips moving up in time with your mouth. As suddenly as the car stopped, a hand was placed on the back of your head, forcing you down to take all of him in your mouth. Tears spilled as your eyes screwed shut, choking and gagging as he held you there, a low, moaned good girl falling from his lips as he came down your throat. He held you there a moment too long, finally letting go of your head. You shot up, taking a deep breath, swallowing the remnants of his seed, and coughing. You glared at him, only to be met with a shit-eating grin. "Looks like that smart mouth is good for something. Now get out of my car."

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[anantaru]

DAY 12 — COCKWARMING

kinktober 2023. — masterlist | ao3

𖧡 — including — blade, gepard

𖧡 — warnings — fem! reader, cockwarming, petnames: princess, love, slight meanie blade, sleepy gepard wanting you close forever, v cute as well, neck bites

𖧡 — BLADE

"oh my—," your words get interrupted by a mouldering sob, emanating inside your chest and returning much stronger, your lips parting when you wince at the intrusion inside of you.

yet you do not care about the immediate overstimulation wrecking havoc on your body, because naturally— you don't even bat an eye on your luscious winces and short winded cries— not when blade feels this good when he first sinks his cock in and manifests a burning stretch on your cunt.

"so perfect.. my love..." his words are laced with vulnerability, and the dark haired shoves his face into your neck before inhaling your candid scent, that one distinctive fragrance that set his loins on fire whenever they penetrated his nostrils. on top of that, his tongue slowly rolls out of his mouth to lap at your neck, flashing his white canines at the flesh before pressing his teeth into you ever so slightly.

blade thinks it's adorable that you haven't realized that he won't let you move on him and that in reality, luring your attention to his tongue lapping around your neck and feigning a precious sweetness was all part of the plan, his plan.

despite that, with his cock being fully slotted inside your walls, your thighs begin to shine of your arousal when you attempt to bounce yourself on top of him, strengthening the muscles in your quivering legs before he weights his palms on top of your hips— a panicked hitch falling in drops at the sheer impact of your weight dropping back onto his cock, it's utterly cruel, fizzling and buzzing over your battered walls.

your poor cunt has been consumed by his thickness and copious amounts of pre ooze out of his slit, blade wants to mark you up until you're his from inside and out, yet even then, he won't let you move a single inch on him. "h-heey.." you mewl in slight pain, curving your lips into a pout before playfully hitting his chest with your fists;

"wh-what's that supposed to mean?" you protest in vein and watch how blade lets go of a deep chuckle whilst keeping you pressed against his hot body— the curve of his length rolling over the squashy splotches on your pussy, tasting how your mushy sex thaws on his shaft.

"nothing," blade coos, his tip drizzling his pre into you, and ugh— you're so tight, washing and seeping your arousal on his erection that if he wasn't that trained in self control, would immediately fuck into your heat as if feral and starved of touch— yet instead, blade takes a deep breath into his chest before exhaling through his mouth, repeating himself once more.

"nothing's wrong at all, love, ‘just wanna feel you."

𖧡 — GEPARD

the entire room had been consumed by a stifling fervor and a shimmering energy of torridity makes contact with your enclosed bodies resting against the bed. only distinct outlines visualizing how gepard was holding you close against his chest— his pink tip pushed up against your gaping hole, softly shimming along your ribbed walls whilst swallowing your hazy noises.

pheromones waft into the humidity of the air as you circle your arms around his body, your face nuzzled deeply into his neck as you welcome him entirely. "i-i love you ‘so much.." gepard whispers, his cock thudding painfully as you greet him with the spongy spot in your cunt, a rush of lust flooding his flaming veins, drowning inside a liquor of passion.

you hide a bubbly smile on your precious lips, delicately kissing along his collarbone while running your nails over his defined back, "i love you too." those confessions, they almost act like some sort of aphrodisiac that expel from your frames when gepard throbs inside you the moment you say it back— he just had to hear it, he simply cannot get satiated by the love you gave him.

every additional thought that may wander through your psyche now, gets suffocated by an aching pulse inside your thighs, and sometimes you wonder if gepard even realizes how impossibly thick he was, how his length never failed to crowd you until you're practically jammed by his shaft battering your pussy, shattering all the sensitive nerves inside your ragged walls.

you're his princess— his chest heaving when you nudge your hips against his erection, only a little, but strong enough to coax a reaction out of him.

"fuck— l-lets stay like this for a while." he whines, placing one hand on top of your ass before greedily squeezing and groping the flesh, the harshness of his strong grip making the skin jiggle underneath his palm before you pant out— tickling his handsome face, eagerly running your tongue over his neck before muttering a chorus of gentle, i love love love you’s..

.. only for him to hear and indulge in.

©2023 anantaru's kinktober do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[diaco1968]

Altair x Reader

Warnings! Smut, lemon, unprotected, a bit of choking, bit of humiliation, sounds a little dub/non con in the end

Note: I just realized I've written nothing for my first and longest crush, none other than the arrogant grumpy assassin! Sorry for the slight ooc-ness, I get weird writing about him...

Also amazing art! It's thanks to this, I've been visually crushing over this man for the longest time! *^*

Artist

"Wanna blow off some steam, Assassin?"

He could still feel your hands all over him, the feeling of your touch;

Your fingers running up his abs, tracing his chest, running over his shoulders, nails lightly scraping the back of his neck before they carded through his hair finally coming to a rest in a tight demanding grip on the back of his head.

It was unlike whatever he was used to.

The girls in the garden. They just did what they were assigned to do. Though they were obedient and submissive, they didn't claw at him like they desired him.

It was unusual.

It was exhilarating.

It was wrong.

It had been one of the rare occasions where there was a brief pause in the conflict between the assassins and the templars. A moment of peace that kept you all from jumping at each other's throats while their mentors and your commanders talked out their differences for a mutually beneficial truce. And of course they both had the option of having their choice of bodyguards accompanying them.

That was how he first met you. In person and eye to eye. With a distance of less than a rooftop, even less than a swords lenght, apart.

He couldn't get it off his mind now.

You had heard of him, seen the havoc he had caused in your ranks without even being seen. And he had seen you before as you barked orders at your little pawns and cut through his less experienced brethren with no mercy.

Always from afar.

Maybe that was the reason you colided hard the moment those roles were gone and out of the way. Attracted by the differences like day and night.

So when you cornered him alone with that very suggestion you were met with little to no resistance as you grabbed his collar and crashed your lips onto his. You demanded and you took as you pleased, making him bend to your will and despite his arrogant self, he liked that. He liked being wanted. The way you had him on his back in moments, straddling him so full of confidence. You were quite a skilled rider too.

Had him wondering if he had finally met his match?

Now as he stalked in the shadows waiting for you to make a wrong move, he wanted to take back. He wanted you. He had spent weeks being distracted time and again by the memories of your little encounter, now that he was so close to you again he couldn't help but drown deeper and deeper in his inner conflict. Thess were slightly different times, what if you rejected him? It would be so embarrassing... and he couldn't just kill you off if you did, that would harm the truce...

He shook his head as he caught himself thinking nonsense again.

Stay your blade from the flesh of an innocent...

You were a templar though... did you count?-

He didn't have time to measure your innocence as your pawns left to do something you ordered them to and finally you were all alone. All his. Easy prey.

A hand wrapped around your arm, twisting it behind you as he pulled you into the alleyway and slammed you front first into the wall.

"You've become too dull."

"Have I really?"

That was when he noticed you didn't use your other hand to brace yourself on the wall. The little sharp pain in his side from the blade threateningly pressing into him was proof enough.

"You'd still die anyway. So, yes, you have."

He let go of your arm and you turned around to face him in the very little space provided by his arms caging you to the wall, teasingly grinding your ass back onto him. He of course suppressed the little hiss in response, not wanting to give you the satisfaction.

"You think I dismissed my men because I'm dull and not because I saw a certain assassin lurking around in the shadows?"

He narrowed his glinting golden eyes at you.

"You are bluffing."

You chuckled as you wiped at your scraped cheek to ease the stinging.

"What ever helps your ego."

You could see his scowl even from under the hood casting shadows over his face that complimented his features, as he loomed over you, completely silent. His sunkissed skin, sharp bones, haunting eyes, defined scar over his lips.

"You are in templar territory, what do you want, bird?"

His grimace at the nickname had you smirking triumphantly. Why did you have to know their language... it was annoying.

"Don't call me that!"

"But that's your name."

You looked smug and he didn't like that but you didn't have all day for the yarn of his ego to untangle on it's own. You reached up, slipping your hand inside the hood and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him down to you so you could whisper in his ear.

"Or do you prefer, Eagle? Am I your poor little prey this time?"

He could feel the goosebumps rise over his arms as he growled in annoyance, your voice rolled over his skin smoothly.

"If you were, you wouldn't live long enough to mock me."

"Flattering."

Your smirk widened, nipping the side of his jaw and pushing him off a whole step before he could react.

"Come, boy."

"... tch..."

Clicking his tongue he wondered if this was all worth it any way as he watched your form striding down the alley, taking his time before he decided to follow you.

To an abandoned building, top floors almost burnt away, leading to a giant hole in the roof opening up to the skies. At the entrance you grabbed his hand cause he was hesitating to step in.

He would have preferred more hospitality... like your own quarters maybe...

He didn't have time to ponder as you pushed him back on one of the few surviving furniture, before straddling his lap.

... a long wooden bench... in a burnt building with cold stone wallls...

"We're in a church!-"

You were already half way through his robes, heavily dropping the weapon belt on the ground as you looked up at his anxious expression, scoffing.

"And? Are you a religious man, Assassin?"

He glared at you but you had a point. He just didn't expect such disrespect from you. Were you not fighting as part of Richard's army?...

"You're shameless."

"Shame is a weakness. You didn't seek me out beacuse I am a weakling now, did you?"

You plopped down on his now not dangerously armed crotch and his hands shot up to grab your hips and steady you.

"Who said I seeked you out? I was just in the area for a job."

"Ouch... you mean you killed off one of my men and came to add insult to the injury?"

He paused as you paused staring down at him. Well maybe he didn't choose his words right. He wasn't good at lying on the spot.

"That's hot."

At this point he had no idea if you meant the things you said or if you were being sarcastic. But he didnt care as you started grinding down over him.

Like last time.

Oh hell no.

He flipped you, so now you were lying on your back looking up at him surprised.

"Not this time. You are mine now."

"Oh? Fine then, show me what you've got."

You almost immediately regretted that as the pit in your stomach deepened not only from excitement but from fear as his fingers wrapped around your throat tightly, nudging your legs apart to settle between them. As you let him discard your clothes, it was probably the first time it downed on you. The danger you were in. He could actually kill you. And no one would know. Kill you and leave you there disgraced and dishonored with no one to know where to look for you.

You wheezed loudly, clutching the wrist of the hand he had wrapped around your neck, your train of thoughts derailed as he unceremoniously thrusted himself into you.

His fingers left your neck, to fist in your hair instead, arching your neck so he had more room as his lips met the delicate skin, his stubble scratching you pleasantly. You grabbed the back of his neck, pressing his face deeper into the crook of your neck and he didn't mind endulging you, sucking and nipping on the skin, combined with shallow slow thrusts had you arching and twisting under him, trying desperately to get more friction out of him. He gripped your hips tightly, pinning you down and restraining your movements.

"I said you'll be good and do as I tell you to."

"That is not what you said."

"Don't test me, (y/n)."

He growled in your ear, his voice rumbling from deep in his chest and you were not about to argue with that as you hummed in response and decided to oblige.

He briefly pulled out of you, only to pull you up and dropping you on your knees on the stoney ground. With a hand on the back of your neck he had you face down, arse up and he plunged himself back into you groaning at the way you twitched around him eagerly with a loud wanton moan.

His other hand grabbed your hip to keep you from jerking forward while he drilled into you, completely different from his earlier pace.

"This is what you want after all. To be fucked like a little bitch with an important audience."

Between your moans and scratching at the ground in pleasure mixed with pain you didnt have time to wonder who, until he grabbed a fist full of your hair and pulled you back against him so you were facing  the old crushed cross behind the altar.

"...you fucking basta-geh!"

He shoved his fingers into your mouth, down your throat, deep enough to make you choke and gag around them.

"I'd watch my mouth, if I were you."

He resumed kissing your abused neck, fingers thrusting in your mouth, creating lewd wet noises and heavy moans.

You were close, he could tell. You were constricting around him so tight he almost released a few times if not for the way you bit his fingers angrily. But he wanted you to finish first. Wanted you to whimper and beg as you just couldn't anymore.

He sunk his teeth in your shoulder and that was it for you. A high pitched mewl and you were clamping down on him violently as your release shook you to your core, slumping over him as he slowed down ever so slightly.

Then he let you drop on your front and resumed his brutal pace, seeking his own release now, disregarding your half hearted protesting sobs.

It didn't take him long and he finished over your ass, panting heavily as he watched your shaky body, get used to the abuse way too quickly as you rolled over underneath him to shoot him a glare.

Awkward silence engulfed you both as he got on his feet and even helped you up with a hand and you both started fixing up your clothes and putting your weapons back in place.

This was not how it ended last time. The silenece made him wonder if he did something very wrong. If your little forbidden rendezvous had come to an end because of him. If it had, it was probably for the best but... he felt a pang of sadness thinking about it. Oh how he wished for you to open your smug mouth and say something. Anything.

"I think we can both agree, I am better off in charge."

"You wish, Templar."

"...well... yes, I do. That's the whole reason behind our ancient conflict, Assassin."

[bubblesuga]

Safety Net

Summary: Kim Namjoon is very, very much in love with you. This shows in multiple ways, but his proposal is more than enough to let you know how much he cares. 

w/c: 2,441 genre: idol!au, established!relationship, smut, fluff warnings: slight impregnation kink, oral (f receiving), soft!namjoon, loving!namjoon,

A soft tickle brushed against your nose. It interrupted your dreams between the gorgeous white sheets of the room you found yourself in last night. For a moment, you fight the feeling, keeping your eyes shut and letting out a soft mewl, swatting away whatever it was that was disrupting your sleep. 

There’s a soft giggle, silence for a few seconds as your hearing begins to train in on the sounds surrounding you, then you feel it again. 

“Baby,” the light and airy conversational voice he usually held was replaced with a low husk, smooth and comforting. “Baby, it’s time to wake up.” 

You sigh, still not having opened your eyes but instead snuggling deeper into the duvet, shielding yourself from the harsh cold that winter has brought into the room. He laughs again, it’s breathy and just as comforting as his voice. His hand, calloused from years of playing instruments, rubs up and down your arm. His fingertips glide seamlessly against your soft skin, and he hums. 

“You’re always so pretty. Even when you’re asleep,” his breath fans your face gently and you can tell that he’s close, “you look like you’ve just stepped down from Heaven.” 

You open your eyes at the compliment, blinking away the light before focusing on your boyfriend. His dimples poke out as he grins, “There she is.” 

You smile softly, stretching your arms upward, “You’re just as poetic with your words as ever before.” 

“I try.” He sends a wink your way, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose. Your face scrunches momentarily and he bites his lip with a grin, poking your nose before standing up. You sit up in the bed, taking a second to admire your boyfriend from behind. You make a mental note to thank the gym gods as you notice just how toned and defined his back has gotten. He stretches upward, his muscles flexing and then he turns around, slipping on the black rimmed glasses that he loves wearing at home. 

“We’ve got to go get a birthday present for Hoseok today,” Namjoon states, “it’s my only free day this week and I’m not sure when I’ll get another one so I want to spend it with you.” 

You wipe the sleep away from your eyes, “Hobi’s birthday isn’t for another month though?” 

“Precisely,” Namjoon replies, “if I leave it until the last minute then there’s no way that I can get him something good. If I do it now, at least I have time to put some thought into it, and besides,” he crawls back onto the bed and places his face mere inches from yours, “I can have my gorgeous girlfriend help me out with this endeavor.” 

Without thinking much of it, you lean forward and place a soft peck on his lips. Pulling away, you realize Namjoon’s eyes are still closed. You giggle, pecking his lips again, and again, and again. Then, Namjoon pushes forward, slamming his lips against yours. 

You welcome the feeling of his tongue moving against yours, his knees bumping yours while he grips your hips tightly in his large hands. He’s always had a way of asserting himself against you while simultaneously being as gentle as he possibly could. It was a beautiful harmony, and made you feel wanted and safe. Especially when his fingertips danced along your exposed sides. 

As he moves to deepen the kiss, you let out a small noise of protest, causing him to immediately pull away. “What’s wrong?” 

“We’re never going to make it to the mall if we keep going like this.” You say breathlessly, unable to contain the smile on your face as he rests his forehead against yours. 

“We’ll make it quick.” He states. 

You feel your stomach fill with butterflies, “and how do you expect to do that?” 

Namjoon grins, yanking the covers away from your frame and exposing your t-shirt clad body. You yelp at the sudden cool air but it’s quickly wiped away when Namjoon grips your legs and pulls you down onto the mattress, spreading your legs in front of him. 

You watch as he slips your lace pink panties down your legs, inhaling your scent as he does so. You gasp as he blows air across your core, watching carefully as he sucks a hickey into your thigh. 

Despite having been with Namjoon for nearly a year, you still can’t help but feel the blush spread across your cheeks at the act. Before him, your experience was minimal. Namjoon made sure to make you feel good every time, though, taking his time until you were more comfortable with the more adventurous things in his sex life. Quickies weren’t anything new, but they usually happen in his locker room before a show or in the car before an event. He usually likes to take his time when you’re in his bed, so the prospect of him moving fast here has you doubtful. 

A whine leaves your lips as Namjoon licks a long stripe across your heat. “There we go, that’s the noise I like.” 

Collecting your wetness on his tongue, he drinks you in beautifully. His dragon-like eyes stay trained on yours, peaking out between your thighs. You can feel the smirk against you as you fling your hands forward and lace your fingers through his hair. Namjoon’s tongue moves expertly against you, paying special attention to the intense bundle of nerves.

“Namjoon,” you breathe, flushing at your eagerness, “more.” 

He buries himself between your folds, the pressure increasing and new sensations surprising you, jolting bolts of electricity firing through your body as your orgasm spreads from your core and into your body. As your back arches from the bed, Namjoon pulls away and uses his fingers to coax you through your release. As the stars disappear from your vision and your breathing steadily returns to normal, you gnaw at your bottom while you meet his eyes, a blush spreading across your face. 

“Don’t get all shy now,” Namjoon smiles, trailing soft kisses up your torso and sucking on your nipples before nuzzling his head into your neck, “you’re the most gorgeous girl in the world. I could watch you cum all over my tongue for the rest of eternity.” 

Namjoon’s admission isn’t a new one, but it definitely doesn’t stop the butterflies from swarming in your belly. The way his hand rests gently on your side, his thumb drawing small circles while his lips nip and suck beneath your ear was one of the many things Namjoon did that managed to raise your heart beat. Even after so long, after sharing yourself with him in the most intimate of circumstances, Kim Namjoon manages to make it feel like the first time every single time. 

“You said we were going to make this quick,” you giggle as he moves to pepper kisses across your face, “this isn’t quick.” 

“You’re right,” Namjoon stops suddenly, pulling away from you before positioning himself back between your legs. He tugs his boxers down in one felt swoop, and you gulp at the sight like you do every time. Your eyes glaze over as you lick your lips, admiring the pulsating veins on his cock. Sure that the feeling of him pulsing inside you would manage to push you over the edge quickly, you reach forward and stroke his cock a few times before tugging him closer to your entrance. 

“Ah-ah,” Namjoon ticks, “let me do it.” 

You smile, falling backward onto the bed and spreading your legs wider. Namjoon slips his cock between your folds, gently ghosting over your clit while you whine at the sensation. 

“Quickly.” you remind him. 

In another other instance you would have loved his teasing, watching the way he takes his bottom lip between his teeth while he focuses on rubbing your clit. However your hunger for him in this moment is insatiable, and you wrap your legs around his hips and pull him closer. 

Finally, he fully sheathes himself inside of you, instant boisterous gratification slipping from both of your mouths. 

It doesn’t take long for him to begin thrusting, seeing as last night’s activities left you more than ready for him. Namjoon growls your name, resonating deep throughout the room while you desperately rutted your hips into his pelvic bone. 

Namjoon’s hand cups the back of your neck, bringing you up to his lips. Although not the most sensual of kisses you shared, all teeth and need, you still felt yourself dripping with arousal, surely not only coating your own thighs but Namjoon’s as well. 

Suddenly, you felt his hips piston into you even faster, signalling his release is approaching quickly. He sloppily slips a hand between the two of you and rubs your clit, pushing you over the edge. As you tighten around Namjoon, he lets out a growl against your lips and you feel him release inside of you. 

To milk him just a little more, you squeeze around him once again and giggle when you hear his gasp. 

“You’re killing me.” Namjoon breathes, only causing you to grin. 

“You do the same to me, Mr. Kim.” 

Slipping slowly out of you, Namjoon reaches his hand forward and catches the cum oozing out of your cunt, pushing it back into you. 

“One of these days I’m gonna get you pregnant,” he murmurs, “which means you’ll have to stop taking those pills.” 

You stand, stretching your back as you feel Namjoon’s eyes on you. Making your way towards the bathroom, you respond, “You mean the pills that you made me get on so you could fuck me without a condom?” 

“Hey now,” Namjoon calls, his voice being heard from the other side of the now shut bathroom door, “you kept saying you wanted me to cum inside you.” 

Cleaning yourself up, the blush on your cheeks returns. You style your hair quickly and add some simple eyeliner across your eyelids. When you open the door, Namjoon is fully dressed and is slipping a hat on top of his head. He’s dressed in his usual earthy tones, complimenting his shining skin. Even fully dressed, Namjoon was the most delicious looking man on the entire planet. 

“As much as I would like to have you walk around naked all day, please get dressed so we can head out.” Namjoon points to an outfit laid out on the now made bed. 

“You have impeccable taste,” you say, your eyes scanning over the graphic tee and black skirt combination, “I didn’t even know I owned this skirt.” 

“Mm,” Namjoon hums, “I found it in my drawer.” He moves over to your top drawer, pulling out a matching bra and pantie set that Namjoon picked out for you when you just began getting intimate. There are fond memories associated with the red and black lace bra, the thread from where you sewed the strap back on after a particularly rough night sticks out slightly. You grin, getting dressed as quickly as you could. 

Namjoon grips your hand in his, and the two of you are out the door. 

Throughout the day, Namjoon was sure to keep you close. Although you two had to wear masks and hats to fight the risk of being spotted, Namjoon’s eyes were enough to let you know that he was smiling at you as you pointed out multiple gifts that would be perfect for Hoseok. 

It’s not until you’re sat in your car, take out in each of your laps do you speak about your earlier conversation again. 

“So, about that whole getting me pregnant thing...” 

Namjoon, cheeks full of food, looks up to you with darkened eyes. He doesn’t respond verbally, instead he simply winks. 

“What does that mean?” You laugh, picking up your coffee and taking a sip. 

Namjoon shrugs, “Whenever you’re ready, I’m ready.” 

You lean back into your seat, glancing back to the backseat to see the bags of gifts for Hoseok. Your eyes trail back to Namjoon, who idly inspects his sandwich before taking another bite, you realize that you’re in the perfect place. 

Without a shadow of a doubt, you’re one hundred percent ready to settle down with Namjoon. 

Clearing your throat, your hand shakes as you pick up a french fry and bite the tip of it. Namjoon turns to look at you, and you smirk, “are you going to get me a ring first?” 

“Oh, that’s already done.” He replies casually. 

“Excuse me?” You nearly choke. 

“I bought the ring like 3 months after we started dating.” The no nuance tone to his words shocked you, your jaw dropping instantly. 

“Well where is it?!” You ask incredulously, and Namjoon sets his sandwich down, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out his wallet. Inside the first compartment of his wallet was a ring with a small diamond and a silver band. Your eyes nearly bug out of your head, looking between Namjoon’s eyes and his hand, your hand slowly raising to open your mouth. 

Instantly, you feel tears prick your eyes. You’re usually not one to cry, but the fact that Namjoon knew that you were the one just as early on as you knew he was the one was enough to get the water works rolling. It’s quiet enough that Namjoon doesn’t hear it, but then he sees a mascara stricken tear slip down your cheek while you shakily put your left hand out. 

“We’re not gonna cry, baby,” Namjoon says comfortingly, grabbing your hand with his and slipping the ring onto your finger, “because if you start crying then I’m gonna start crying.” 

You’re scared to speak, you know a sob is bubbling at the top of your throat. 

Namjoon grins, leaning forward and kissing the tip of your nose, “I was waiting for the right time to propose but since you asked for a ring I figured I’d give it to you,” he watches you for a few seconds, feeling his eyes begin to burn with tears, “so... will you?” 

“Will I what?” You whisper, mesmerized by the gorgeous ring. 

“Marry me? I- I know it’s a bit unceremonious but-” 

“Yes, dummy, of course I will.” You laugh, wiping away the tears and reaching across the console and taking Namjoon into a big hug. 

It’s only then that Namjoon breaks, inhaling your scent as his body wracks with quiet, happy tears. 

“I love you.” You whisper into his neck, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. 

“I love you too.” he responds, his smile beaming and his eyes filled with tears. 

Holy shit, you’re engaged to the love of your life. 

[jostepherjoestar]

An Educational Favour: III

NOTsfw // FEM! reader & pronouns

warnings/notes: 18+ content, minors dni, it’s Ghiaccio x reader x Risotto ;), interc0urse, v0yeurism?, degrading, female pejoratives, spanking, overstimulation, stuffed creampuff (if ya get what i mean)

part 1- 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7

PART III: ⛸Ghiaccio⛸

Soft light blue fabric bounced on your upper thighs as you sped to Ghiaccio’s room to meet up with Risotto and the blue curled grump. The cute ruffled trim tickling you every once in a while, the babydoll negligee making you feel like the cutest little cake topper. You had indulged an inkling that Ghiaccio would like cute and frilly things despite his usual nature. Curious to find out what today had in store as you entered your third guest’s dimly lit bedroom. The two men broke off their conversation to eye you from the very top of your head to the very tip of your toes. A bit taken aback by their staring you softly smiled while waving your fingers at them, starting to feel shy under their hungry gazes. The red frames resting on Ghiaccio’s nose were quite bad at hiding his cheeks that starting flushing in a similar colour. “Hey guys.” Nervously rubbing the ruffled fabric of the flouncy hem between your fingers, your soft voice snapping the two out of the strange spell you had seemed to put them under.

As far as you could tell the men appeared to appreciate today’s choice of lingerie, patting yourself on the back for the excellent choice. “We were just discussing things, come sit.” Risotto informed as you slid next to Ghiaccio on his bed who seemed to have grown anxious as his shoulders tightened and his jaw locked, a big gulp bobbing his Adam’s apple when you inched closer. Nodding to indicate you were listening, hoping that Ghiaccio would start. “Ghiaccio…?” Your capo inquired, giving his knee a quick tap to bring him back to reality. He had been staring in front of him, catatonic almost, while you’d both patiently awaited his plans. The nervous man besides you snapping his head to meet your eager one, taking in the way your compassionate smile tried to calm him down. The space between you seeming too suffocating for a moment, making him breathe out deeply. The gentle hand being placed on his shoulder almost melting right through him. “I’m fine.” The low growl swatted away your kind gesture. “What are we doing today, Ghiaccio?” You tried your best to remain patient with him, still curious to know what he’d like to indulge in.

Risotto didn’t let much slip about what Ghiaccio had revealed about his kinks or desires. He’d assured you it wasn’t too overwhelming to ease your mind that had conjured up the wildest suggestions. “First I need to know you won’t tell anyone what we’ll do today.” His tone had softened, a few drops of nervous sweat slowly drying up again as he recollected himself. Risotto moved back in his seat to offer the man space, the creaky woven chair noisily squeaking as he leaned back into the pastel coloured cushions, the sight of his darker and goth like aesthetic against the softer hues of Ghiaccio’s interior offering quite the comical contrast.

“I promise. You have my word, Ghiaccio.” Another sympathetic hand squeezing his thigh, offering a small smile, urging him to continue. You kindness moved away the heavy fog that clouded his anxious thoughts, choosing to indulge in your sweetness rather than swatting it away again. “Ok. Risotto told me you’re very comfortable with stuff already. A little too eager maybe…” he trailed off as you shot the dark eyed capo a frown, only making his dimple appear, enjoying teasing you. “Uh-huh, ok.” Turning your attention back to tonight's guest for his follow up. “Well I can get worked up during…you know-” he gestured vaguely, indicating he meant sex. It made you huff out a chuckle at his choice to not say it. His voice grew quieter as he continued. “I want to spank you… call you mean things. If that’s ok. And…” the hesitation so obvious but his tone so kind and demure for once. The idea of being spanked and called names already peaking your interests as you pressed your thighs together in anticipation. “And?” You urged him on. “Risotto can join as well… I mean I’ll do everything but he can hold onto you.” For a moment there it had almost felt like all your dreams came true, a rush of pure lustful energy coursing through you as you perked up, eagerly searching for your capo’s approval. “It’s fine by me.” At this point you were practically hopping up and down next to Ghiaccio who seemed to grow less nervous now, unclenching his jaw and placing his hand over the one you’d rested on his thigh, avoiding your delighted smile and excited noises as he stared off, rosy cheeks growing even darker.

He’d been slightly nervous about the whole ordeal, having heard little about the previous escapades from his teammates other than that you were ever so delicious. Having to be so vulnerable made him all the more anxious, wondering if you’d let him cuddle you afterwards, something he so desperately craved after the roughness. The idea of his capo there as well had brought him peace of mind, just like it did for you. The man always had a knack to offer his stern voice as a guiding beacon to settle Ghiaccio’s frustrations, grounding him back into clarity.

You couldn’t help but admire Ghiaccio as he removed his top, his muscled arms and broad shoulder being revealed to you for the first time. He’d asked you to keep your pretty outfit on and to only take off the matching panties, them quickly being placed on his desk. Risotto had taken a seat at the head of Ghiaccio’s bed, resting topless against the headboard, his torso never having looked more inviting as your hungry eyes traced his well defined abs. Those dark eyes trained on you, hazed over in desire and the idea of having you in his arms while you’re being pleasured. The thought alone making his growing bulge twitch. Ghiaccio had removed his trousers as well now, his silk blue boxers the only thing separating his hardness from the open air.

You gave him a few innocent blinks, awaiting the man to take action, his hunger was clear in his harsh glare that kept moving between your chest and eyes appreciatively. He grabbed onto your shoulders with a strong grip, swiftly placing you between him and Risotto. Those sturdy hands letting go and traveling up to clutch your face tightly as he met your lips with bruising strength. His hold was strong and full of need, his tongue racing to lap around yours as he breathed heavily. No choice but to meet his power, straddling onto his seated hips and letting your hands roam his back, toying with his curls as he nipped at your lips while coming up for air. “God you’re such a gorgeous slut. I want to fuck you into the mattress till you can’t even breathe anymore.” His nasty words tickling your neck as he worked his way down, lightly spanking one of your cheeks behind you with a velvety groan. The slight tap making your core clench around nothing, feeling his hardness grow underneath you. Seeing how the tap didn’t affect you just yet, he opted to provide another one, this time with thrice the power. “Fuck Ghiaccio!” You hissed while grinding your hips into his cock, breathing heavily down his neck. His ferocity was intoxicating, almost animalistic and drenched in longing.

As you clung to his hips he moved you in between your capo’s legs, almost too flustered by the icy haired one’s actions, making it slip your mind Risotto would also be a part of tonight’s activities. If only a little bit. His chest felt so nice against your back, his warmth radiating against you as he swung one arm around your waist, securing you in place. He hummed in appreciation as Ghiaccio fervently worked down your body, rolling a nipple through the thin light blue fabric and kneading and massaging your other breast. “I’m gonna make you come before spanking your ass raw while I pound into you. Such a good cock slut.” His growls only made your core ache in anticipation, thoroughly wet already and awaiting any attention. Letting out soft hisses whenever he pinched you too hard, the stings only preparing you for the spanking in mind.

The way Risotto breathed deeply and the feeling of his clothed hard cock grazing the small of your back, the way Ghiaccio was sliding down to move open your legs, made a loud needy moan escape your plump lips. Begging him to please you, tired of clenching around nothing. “Fill me Ghiaccio please!” You pleading so pathetic it only made the man move faster than he already was. The nerves from before having been completely replaced by carnal desire. “You’re such a needy whore, begging me to fuck you.” His growl grazing your folds as he got down between your legs. You felt the arm around your waist tighten and the hard cock behind you twitch as the wet sounds of Ghiaccio starting to lap at your pussy began. Another deep growl vibrating straight through you this time as he tasted your wetness. “You even taste sweet, like you were made to be used like this.” The brims of his glasses had started to fog as he got down again, suckling on your clit and moving his tongue in alternating motions, the sensation as good as you remembered. More mewls and desperate moans filled the air, another team member who clearly knew how to please you. Every lick and suck sending fiery jolts through your body, your hips bucking up to meet his hot mouth.

After a slight shift, Ghiaccio slid a thick digit inside of your wanton core, the squelching of your juices so lewd as he pressed deeper, grasping walls already moving against it. The welcome entry of another one filling you making your breath hitch, the fingers felt quite chilly inside you while you clenched around him with need. With a swift stroke he moved his wetted fingers out, up and inside your slacked mouth, making you taste your own sweet essence. “You even like the taste of your own pussy. Of course you do, such dirty bitch.” His fingers only slid deeper as you lapped at them, sucking off all you could, slightly choking as he reached your limit. Your spit now mixed on his digits as he slid them out, drool sloppily still connecting them to your lips, working them back between your wet folds. Returning to his previous position to suckle at your throbbing bud of nerves while working his fingers in and out with great power and tempo. Just like he’d warned you, he was getting worked up, cheeks red and forehead sweaty as he aimed to please.

His actions making you babble his name over and over intermingled with “oh fuck”’s, nails digging into Risotto’s arm around your waist. The fast movement of his fingers stimulated your senses as he worked your clit with his able mouth. “Come for me you nasty slut!” You had been close already but his awful words only drove you further, toppling over the edge and letting the waves of pleasure take you over while his movements didn’t even slow. He let you moan and writhe until his jaw hurt and his fingers cramped, the overstimulation burning but not before he coaxed another orgasm out of you. It came on amazingly fast and unexpected, it almost made you scream at how deep it hit you. Ghiaccio had stopped his mouth now, wiping your juices from his chin while panting. His fingers slowing down as the final clenches eased around them. Out of breath and thoroughly fucked out by his fingers you started to release your iron grip on Risotto’s arm, crescent moons denting his tender skin.

“Fuck Ghiaccio…” mind still recollecting itself after the double orgasm he just so kindly delivered. “Now it’s my turn.” Licking his lips while a lecherous smirk ate up your tired expression. A quick nod to his capo and the warmth of his grasp left you, another quick motion later and he’d pulled you back from Risotto before flipping you over. Face down into your capo’s hard cock, still constrained under his trousers. The man behind you dipping the mattress after slipping off his silken shorts, already having left a wet spot of leaking pre-come in them from all the excitement.

You felt him line up at your entrance, his spongy head teasing you as he firmly gripped the base. “You gonna take me like the slut you are?” His voice was never that displeasing to the ears when calm but his usual growls would be forever changed after tonight. No longer making you wish he calmed down, instead wishing they growled how much of a good slut you were. When you only replied with a hum, mind still recovering, he offered a loud smack to your asscheek that was so invitingly staring back at him, both waiting to get painted red by his taps.

“Answer me!” Another harsh slap, this time on the other, the stinging mixing with the lingering pleasure of your orgasms making it hard to mutter anything as your legs trembled. “Yes Ghiaccio! Please…” Unashamed you felt yourself drooling over Risotto’s cock as he held your head gently. His thumb ever so lightly caressing your cheek, finally letting himself touch you after much hesitation. He couldn’t deny it, seeing you like this, barely able to speak from pleasure made him throb. You were doing so good, it only made him want to ravage you more.

Pleased with your answer he slid inside your waiting hole, so incredibly wet that there was no set back as Ghiaccio slid inside. You fit so nicely around him, his length felt less girthy than the others but enough length to reach all the way to the most pleasurable spots inside you. With every slam into you he reached so deep, heavy balls smacking against you with every move. Small moans coming from your cute little mouth as you tiredly basked in satisfaction, your walls clenching around him every so often making him twitch and hiss, followed up by another hard spank on your ass. It had grown so beautifully red as Ghiaccio admired his work while continuing his thrusts.

Risotto’s soft ministrations on your neck and cheek bringing you comfort while ferociously getting slammed into, every move rubbing you further into his groin. A curious hand coming to slide over his clothed cock. In your hazy state you still wished to please your capo, this had been the closest you’ve ever been to him. It felt like a gift to have him under you, so hard and excited. Part of your initial request to have him educate you on the world of desire coming to fruition. With every harsh thrust, you moved over his cock, grabbing onto it through his clothes. An almost unintelligible hiss coming from his softly parted lips, they looked so inviting.

Ghiaccio’s grunting behind you got louder and louder, his thrusts were starting to falter into helpless shakes. The way you clenched around him after hitting deep inside you making him moan. The sound so sweet and needy as you gripped your capo tighter and worked faster, the man behind you was getting awfully close and you still had a job to do. Offering wet sloppy kisses to Risotto’s clothed cock every few strokes to get him closer, his pets on your cheek still continuing as his grip and your head tightened. He was close as well. “I’m gonna come inside your wrecked pussy!” The harshest slaps you’ve received all night being planted on your cheeks as his sloppy speed quickened. His movements had made a deeper wave of pleasure build up in your core, ready to spill over just as he was.

Loud groans filled the air as hot ropes of come filled you up, the feeling of the warm drips making you help fill the room with the most lewd sounds. But your cup was so close to overflowing, still needy for another orgasm and that of your capo. “Keep going Ghiaccio… f-fuck.” You muttered, a wet puddle of drool staining your capo’s pants as you fervently worked his shaft. “You’re such a fucking slut.” The man behind you growled as he kept working in and out of you, his come coating you so nicely as his cock slid easily with his movements. If only you could so how blazed red his face was, trying his best to keep going as the overstimulation made him hold his breath. Finally you felt the rush of heat move over you, legs trembling as you gripped Risotto’s cock, urging him to come for you during your own loud moans. Ghiaccio’s pace faltered completely, the way you squeezed around him pulling the sweetest mewls from him. “Sh-i-it.” His breath hitched as he felt a final rush of pleasure careen through him.

Finally you felt your capo twitch under your hand, working him through his orgasm as you hazily recovered from yours. That deep sigh of relief letting you know he was satisfied, his large finger’s movement had slowed down considerably until they stopped, resting on your flushed face.

Ghiaccio pulled out, too exhausted to even admire the way his come was leaking out of you. Your tired knees sliding down onto the mattress as you regained your breath. Risotto moved you over next to him, Ghiaccio sliding against the far right side of his bed to lay next to you. The bed was tight for three people so you took Ghiaccio into your arms, letting him rest his head into the crook of your neck as you cradled him. The grump too tired to protest and if he’s being honest with himself, it was just what he needed and hoped for. To rest in gentle arms after a job well done. Risotto’s large figure spooning you from the other side while gently caressing your arm as his chin rested on top of your head.

All worked out and sleepy, the three of you lay there, no shame or embarrassment. Blissfully indulging in each other’s intimacy. A lazy hand from your blue haired teammate came over to lightly pet your outer thigh. “Do you want me to ice that?” Remembering how red he’d slapped your behind, hoping he hadn’t been too harsh. “Mhh… later. Let’s rest first.” You yawned, not even bothered by the mess seeping out of you. Too worked out to worry about it now.

As you recollected your thoughts, that goofy worn out smile resting on your lips, you made sure to encapsulate what you’d learned today. Everything about the combo of being degraded, used and spanked turned you on. The contrast of the loving holds on each other offering a comforting conclusion. Feeling a smug satisfaction over having been able to work your capo twirling around your mind as you gently played with the blue curls resting in your neck. “That was fun.” You whispered, hoping your companions were still lucid to hear it.

[ditttiii]

sugar sweet! || ksj (m.) || ♡

↣ pairing: kim seokjin x reader (established relationship)

↣ genre: FILTH, pwp, smut with sprinkles of fluff & humor (bcoz let’s be real, kim seokjin would be the best.boyfriend.ever). Long story short, it’s explicit, nsfw and not for minors. 

↣ warnings:  use of restraints (tied hands), food play, edging, fingering, oral, food being used in ways it shouldn’t be (this is fiction, do not bring anything that has sugar close to your coochie, it ain’t a good idea), blindfolded & restrained reader, drool-play (someone spits in someone’s mouth), cunnilingus, top!seokjin, (kinda)dom!jin? (he’s sweet about it), language.

↣ wordcount: 2.7k

↣ summary: Jin loves sweet things. Jin loves you. add it all together, stir the mixture up, and ta-da! There he has his dessert! Enjoy ♡

Or alternatively where Jin basically uses you as his damn plate and loves every second of it! (it’s porn y’all there is no summary)

↣ A/N: Hellu yes! i m back from d deepest pits of hell to write more smut that nobody asked for. this was written for purely selfish reasons and because i love the living daylights out of the one who goes by WWH (eff ya bighit for doing my man dirty with the remix), so here have some delicious, sticky, sweet smut!!

also written for the ‘A Long Hot Summer’ event hosted by @thebtswritersclub​. the member i picked was seokjinniee and my sense was taste. (was being the keyword, bcoz this shit snowballed into covering almost all other senses acjahjasb. what is pacing? thee does not knouu) anywhooo, i hope u enjoy this silly, sinful read and i ll meet u at end with a bottle (or barrel; watevr u need) of holy water!!

(the read more tag starts now coz we a hoe from the get go~)

You shiver when you feel the coldness of the chocolate syrup spread over your torso. Biting your lip, you let your toes curl as the liquid spreads over your skin, smoothens and slides from the dip of your clavicle to the swell of your breasts. Breath hitching, you moan out softly when the syrup spreads down to your belly, where your boyfriend swirls it around with his finger before said finger dips into your navel and you arch. 

 Sensing the liquid sliding down because of your position, Seokjin tuts and pushes you back down. "Stay." He commands, the usual jovial voice, deepening into something darker, more sinful and you nod, biting down a whine. If you were in any other situation, you'd have retorted that you aren't a dog, but something about Jin's dominating persona in bed always has you going quiet, yielding. 

 "God, you look appetizing love," 

 You whimper when you feel him inch closer to your skin, the soft puff of exhales tickling your skin and warming the blood that races through your veins. With a blindfold over your eyes, your vision is dark with the only thing that you can rely on being your other scenes. The flavoured, sweet fragrance that wafts upto your nose is what tells you that it's chocolate syrup. Considering how much Jin adores sweets, it doesn't really come as a surprise to you. 

 The first touch of his lips has your breath catching, fists clenching from where they are tied against the headboard. Hands tied, eyes covered, every little peck and glide of his tongue leaves you aching, the sensation somehow more potent than usual, and you squirm as the heat in between your legs, grows. 

 The sharp edges of his teeth scrape against the skin of the column of your neck, before he softly bites your collarbone, tongue slipping out and licking the chocolate syrup pooled in the hollow, after.   

 The minty, fresh scent of his freshly shampooed hair reaches you, and it's as though even with your eyes shut close, you can picture Jin leaning over you. You see behind your closed lids, as his broad shoulder cages you in, droplets of water trickling down from his wet strands to his defined chest, before they drop down on you, warm with his body heat, and slide down your skin to the sheets below.  

 "Jinnn..." You moan out, and in response, he moves from your neck to capture your lips. Full, soft lips caress yours, and you strain against the handcuffs, itching to run your hands through his silky, long strands. When his lips part, you blindly chase them, back-arching and figure growing taut as you shift to have his soft, sweet lips around yours.

 "Shush...let me take care of you okay?" His soft voice whispers to you, long fingers caressed from years of playing the guitar, cupping your cheeks, and angling your face closer to him. With trembling lips, you mumble out an equally soft, "okay," before his lips capture yours again. The remnant taste of the chocolate syrup on his lips is sweet, sticky and your lips part, tongue coaxing itself into his mouth and tasting the chocolate inside. Your tongue slides against his, gliding, tasting, every inch of his moist cavern, and you moan when his plush lips take your lower lip between them, sucking in the soft flesh. 

 Jin's breath over your skin is warm and moist, faintly smelling of his mint toothpaste, and somehow all of it's enough. The fragrance of his shampoo, the feel of his breath, the stray water droplets over your skin, the slightly rough material of his towel in between your thighs—all of it's somehow enough to make up for your lack of vision. 

 His long, lithe fingers dance down your sides, and in response, a soft mewl peals through the back of your throat. His lips make their way down your soft curves, tongue swirling around your erect nipple before his lips lock around it and suck. 

 Gasping, you curl your fingers around the headboard as the sensation shoots heat straight down to your core, wetness pooling out of you. Every lick, pull, graze of his lips combined with his teeth and tongue against your peaks has your back arching, the knot of pure heat and need in your belly tightening, as your breaths grow shallower, exhales breaking and turning into hitches. 

 He nuzzles his nose over your ribs, tongue peeking out and licking the last drops of syrup left, and the tickle of his long hair over your skin, after the soft, slightly moist feel of his tongue, has you squirming, and you rise to grind yourself against him. But the hand he has over your belly pushes you back down. 

 Huffing, your lips part to complain, but before a word can slip out, two of his fingers slip inside, and you moan. The slightly rough pads of his fingertips glide over your tongue, and the sweet taste of chocolate blooms over your taste buds. When his fingers drag out of your mouth, sliding and pressing the lower lip in, warm trails of your saliva follow, from your mouth down to your belly button.

 Biting, he sucks the skin right over your navel, and you arch, knowing full well that soon a bruise is going to bloom over the abused skin. The slight sting mixed with the pleasure of having his tongue dip into your navel, has you crying out, head tipping back. 

 "Ji...jin," you gasp out brokenly when the cold syrup slides down against the side of your thighs, and over the sensitive skin of the juncture where your legs meet your soaking heat. 

 Bucking, you squeak when one of his fingers suddenly circles your soaking heated opening, slowly caressing the folds, before it curls around the bundle of nerves above. Thick, warm arousal coating his fingertips as he rubs your clit. Slow, soft, lazy strokes push your trembling body to the edge, the knot in your belly tightening and curling, as it gets ready to snap, but before you can reach your high, Jin's moving away, and you whine at the loss of his touch. 

 As soon as he leaves, the coldness of the room hits your naked body like a dozen tiny sharp needles, and you shiver, legs clamping closed, as you pull your knees to your chest to keep warm. 

 "You alright there love?" Jin asks from somewhere a few meters away, and you groan, "fucking tease."

 "Aishhh," he tuts playfully, the pads of his steps against the floor, announcing his approaching figure before you feel his soft breath hit your face again. "Weren't you planning on cursing less?" 

 "I was, but then you decided to act like a fucki—mmph!"

 "Aish, such a dirty mouth, for such a nice girl." He sighs, nose inching closer and nuzzling against yours, something pressed tight over your closed lips. "Ah, I'll have to clean it again. Oh well come on now, open up love," His low voice coos at you, and warily you part your lips just a little. At the feel of something slightly rough against your tongue, you squeak; lips clamping shut quick as you push your head back into the mattress below. 

 "Love?"

 Grunting, you shake your head, face turning to the other side and away from your boyfriend, in refusal. While you trust Jin with your life, he has in the past also made you eat some very questionable things, and there is no way in hell that you are trusting his food choices with a blindfold on. Sighing at your stubbornness, he moves whatever it was that was pushing against your lips, and you breathe an almost silent sigh of relief.

 Relief that very rapidly turns to wariness when the same hand instead travels lower, near to your dripping heat. The ridges of your boyfriend's bony knuckles softly caressing your skin on the way down. 

 Squealing, you clamp your legs shut, but he is quicker, and before you can push your legs close all the way, his hand slides down and cups your dripping pussy, the roughness of something unknown pushing against your throbbing clit. 

 "Jin!" You admonish, back straining to distance yourself from his hand. 

 "You really don't trust me enough love," You hear the pout in his voice, and you almost want to reassure him, but suddenly he is pushing his hand closer to your wet heat, and something in his hand crushes under the force. You hear it in the soft 'squelch' that resounds after and feel it in the way something spurts against your pussy, instantly wetting your already oozing heat, as juices cover your folds and thighs. 

 "Shit! Jin! What the hell—"

 Mid curse your words, however, get caught in your throat, because the next second, his soft, plush lips are replacing his hand as his tongue licks the juices away. A broken moan rips out of your chest, your neck tipping back, face turning to the side until you feel the slightly cooler sheets against your flushed cheek. 

 His lips, lock around your clit, something between them pushing against your nerves, before it disappears, only for more juice to pool out from in between Jin's cushiony lips a second later and over to your leaking slit. 

 The liquid mixed with your arousal slides down your clit and to your opening. But before it can reach the end, your boyfriend's skilled tongue slips out and licks it dry, in one long stroke. The obscene, wet slurping sound reaches your ears, resulting in even more heat being pooled into your belly, as your core grows impossibly wetter. 

 Your walls clench around nothing, arousal oozing out with every single flick of Jin's tongue against your folds and every gentle suck of his lips around your clit, until you are a writhing, panting mess. The knot is so so tight, and you're almost there, but you just need that last little push—

 And before you can complete that train of incoherent thought, you are keening, back arching off the bed, as two of Jin's long, crooked fingers delve inside, your walls clamping down instantly and gripping him tightly, as they try to pull him further in. 

 Sweat beads across your skin, low over your back, and you shiver, the coldness of the room combined with your boyfriends' ministrations, causing shivers to race down your spine. 

 "Jesus, ohmygod, Jin, oh god, please..I..ah!"

 Your words die on your red, abused lips, tongue growing heavy as his fingers find your g-spot and caress it, fingers teasing the soft, sensitive spot over and over until you can no longer handle the onslaught, and with a strangled cry, you hit your peak. 

 Hands straining against the restraints until the skin under starts burning, your eyes under closed lids clench, as your entire body gets rammed with waves upon waves of undiluted pleasure. Toes curling, and fingers curving around the headrest, your figure grows taut like a string drawn too tight, as electricity zaps down your spine and leaves you trembling. 

 Chest tight with lack of breath, when you finally inhale, it's with a twitching, spent figure. 

 "I would never hurt you, baby, you should know that by now," Jin says, his voice soft and breathy, as his fingers tuck a few sweaty strands that were plastered against your face behind your ear. 

 "I do! Of course, I do, it's just...," your spent, soft voice trails off as you try to think of a way to tell your boyfriend that while you trust him, the same could not be said for his food choices. 

 "Well, now I am hurt," This time you clearly hear the pout in his voice, and you have to bite back an amused grin. 

 Kim Seokjin is nothing if not theatrical and extra. 

 "Well...," you tail off, before continuing, "I could make it up to you, free my hands, and I'll show you just how sorry I am?" 

 Despite how you hear Jin's breath hitch at the change in your tone, words dripping with innuendo and unadulterated lust for him, he still doesn't free you. Clearly he’s using whatever last speck of self-restraint and control he has in him, to not give in. 

 "Make it up to me now, tell me, what was it that you so rudely refused to eat?" 

 Your brows furrow, as you open your mouth only to clamp it shut again. Too wary of your boyfriend's food choices, you hadn't really allowed yourself to taste or smell whatever it was. The only knowledge that you have is that whatever that 'thing' was, it was juicy.

 'Yep, really narrowed it down. genius.'  

 Tamping down the sarcastic voice in your head, you say, "I didn't really taste it?" 

 Words meek and tone confused, your statement ends up being more of a question. 

 Jin 'tutts' again, and you are tempted to hit him in the knee for being such a drama queen, but then refrain yourself from following through with the urge.

 "Well I guess it can't be helped then," You hear him say, before one of his thumbs curls around your lower lip, over your teeth and pries your mouth open. 

 Feeling his faint breath on your face, you try to breathe in to see if maybe you can get a whiff of something that way, but he is still too far away, and the overpowering fragrance of his shampoo drowns out any lingering traces of another scent. 

 When you feel his thumb dig into the soft underside of your mouth, your tongue unconsciously seeks it out and licks the digit, laving it in your spit. 

 Jaw locked in place, you feel Jin's body heat curl around you as he hovers before something wet touches your lip. Tongue peeking out, you swipe it across your bottom lip and sense something wet and viscous against your buds? 

 Wait a fucking minute—

 "If I didn't love you as much as I do, I would have run for the fucking hills, you kinky bastard." 

 Jin huffs, "Yeah well too late, now tell me, what was it?"

 "Bossy kinky bas—Ouch! You pinched me!"

 "And you cursed, you asked me to pinch you every time you curse remember? I am just being a loving, doting, helpful boyfriend,"

 Snorting, you grumble under your breath, “helpful my ass,” before your tongue sneaks out to lick your lip again. 

 All the back and forth between you two had taken too long, and now you couldn't taste anything, whatever traces of the flavour were left in his spit, were evidently washed away by your gulps. 

 "Do it again." You insist. 

 "And you say I am the kinky one," 

 "Jin, I swear to all things holy if you make one more smartass—"

 Not waiting for you to finish, Jin swoops down, his full lips gently capturing yours in a sweet, light kiss, his lips only softly brushing yours as he waits for you to take the lead. 

 And lead you take—biting his lower lip and pulling it before your tongue slips inside and finds his. 

 Letting you do whatever you want to, he just curls his tongue softly around yours. Tongue slipping into the underside of his, you instantly know what the thing, or well now that you know better, 'fruit' was. The sweet, tangy flavour of it is easily identifiable, and this close to you, his breath gives you the confirmation that you need. 

 Breaking the kiss, you lick your lip, wiping away the combined spit of you and Jin both, before you tilt your chin up and say, "Strawberry."

 Getting the answer that he had been looking for Jin hums before he leans down to peck your lips, hands coming up to untie the blindfold. 

 "You sure that's all you tasted?" He teases when your eyes finally squint open, and blushing you squeak out, "Kim Seokjin! You and your kinky ass—"

a/n:- i come bearing barells & bottles!! i hope you liked it ✨ please, validate me. Lol, and oooh have a good day ahead boobooo!!! (i m sleepy & thus unnecessarily affectionate) 

[queenmalhinewahine]

This is for my Valentine @gotnofucks for the Hoelentines Day Fanfic challenge. I hope you enjoy. @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: depression, self worth doubts, past trauma, ptsd. SMUT! Explicit smut.

“I didn’t choose to be made this way. I didn’t want this. I didn’t want any of this and yet you stay. Why? How could I possibly deserve the love you give?” His words ripping a hole in your chest.

His blue eyes searched your face, looking for any indication that you didn’t want him. All that you displayed back was understanding and love, because you knew what this was like. To hate yourself so completely that you apologised for your very existence, and nothing could change that.

“It doesn’t matter whether you think you deserve the love or not, I’m here to tell you that you do. You are worth more, take it from someone who knows how dark this path is.” You looked away briefly. You swallowed the tears that threatened to choke you out. His brows furrowed but he remained silent, he knew that you struggled but he never knew the severity. You looked over at him, smiling at him softly.

“James Barnes, you listen to me. You more than anyone else deserve love, your worth is not defined by how you see yourself.” You reasoned. You held his hand tightly, but didn’t move any closer to him. You would always wait for him to come to you, because of every trauma he has been through.

“How can you be sure?” His voice desperate.

“Because you chose to love me. You saw worth within me when I still see nothing.” His blue eyes softened. His heart rate slowing to match yours now, the episode coming to a gentle halt.

“If you can choose to love me despite all that, then I can honestly say you deserve so much love. You are everything to me James Barnes, I love you. I will always be here for you, even if you decide you no longer want me.” The tears you felt earlier leaking down your cheeks.

He pulled your arm and crushed you against his chest. The warmth a visceral thing, almost shocking you. This was what you were waiting for, you snuggled deep into his chest savouring the smell that was Bucky. He was your home, your comfort place when the world around you was too much.

“I love you too doll.” His words rumbled through your ears. You took another deep breath, nuzzling your nose into his chest. He poked your side gently, but you didn’t want to move.

He poked you again but you didn’t respond.

“Doll. Look up here.” He asked. You groaned but pulled your face from his chest, meeting his gaze.

“I am yours, I am sold for you. Everything about you, the way you smile when you see a dog. Or the way you light up when I enter a room, the way you cry my name out with those blushed cheeks...” he smirked. One of his hands going to your cheek, pulling your face closer to his.

“How when you kiss me, it’s like you are kissing me for the first time.” His breathe fanning over your cheeks. His lips met yours, almost reverently. But he quickly pushed beyond and his kiss was consuming, hot and passionate. You nipped his bottom lip, snaking your tongue into his mouth. He met you just as eagerly, you bit back the moan.

His hands snaking towards the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head. You did the same to his Henley, noticing the skin around his metal arm was angry and red. You leaned forward pressing a soft kiss to the warm flesh, Bucky visibly shuttered. You kissed up his shoulder to his neck, nipping the soft flesh there.

“Doll...” he moaned, his hand going to your hair. You felt the wet heat pool within your core, his moans were enough to set your core on fire. You set back, sliding your shorts down, taking your underwear with it. You climbed back into his lap, the hard erection straining against his pants. Your warm core now rubbing deliciously against the rough fabric of his jeans.

“Buck. Please.” You mewled. His lust blown gaze met yours and he took control. He flipped you both over, his arms caging you in. He leaned down, his lips going to your breast. He sucked and bit the nipple softly, making your back arch pushing your breasts into his face.

He growled quietly, kissing the valley between your breasts, moving down. Your hands fumbled for his face, he looked up at you brows furrowed.

“I just need you, right now. I’m ready buck.” You whined.

“Is that so?” He responded, sitting back on his heels. He ran his thick warm digits through your folds, inspecting the wetness that stayed.

“Doll, all this for me?” He smirked. He pushed back, standing up shimming his pants and boxers down. His curved cock resting against his stomach, the head pink and glimmering with cum. You bit your lip at the sight, rubbing your thighs together.

“Open those thighs baby, now.” He commanded. You let your thighs fall open, exposing your shining, wet folds to his hot gaze.

“I can’t believe this is all mine.” He praised. His knees met the bed, crawling up your body. His large frame hovering over yours now, he pressed his hips against yours. Rutting his hips against yours, the head of his cock lining up with your entrance.

“Hurry please.” You begged. He chuckled, pistoning his hips into yours. His cock sheathing itself within your tight walls.

“So tight.” He moaned. You bucked your hips against his, making his cock move.

“Move, please.” You moaned. Your wish was his command, he started a steady pace of in and out. And as your walls began to tighten more, his pace increased.

“Buck...” you warned. His pace became brutal, but the cord snapped inside you. The warmth rushed over you, almost blinding you. Your walls tightened around his cock even more, his pace faltered as he emptied himself inside you.

The warm cum a pleasant feeling, filling you up completely. His hips slowed to a stop, his blue eyes meeting your dazed, euphoric face.

“You good doll?” He wiped the hair away from your face, kissing your forehead softly. He rolled off, pulling you into his side.

“Yeah. Just, you are always going to get this reaction. You are a god amongst men.” You huffed, smiling up at him.

“You certainly make me feel like one.” He laughed. You snuggled into his chest, nuzzling deeper.

“I love you Buck.” You sighed, letting your eyes close.

“You too baby.” He kissed the top of your head, noticing your breaths had evened out. He closed his eyes, letting sleep take him too.

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SUUUUUUNNYYYYYYYYYYY HOLY HELL CONGRATULATIONS!! This is awesome! Your writing is so fucking phenomenal, and you deserve every follower and more!! For the event *cough* TanakaRyū? In an, oof, dangerous professions au? 👀🥊🏹🏂🤺🧗🏎🚀🔫🧨 I’m unsure how many more dangerous emojis there are but lol. Have a wonderful day!! Xxxxxx congrats again!

CLAUDIAAA I LOVE YOU!! your writing is absolutely phenomenal and your compliments make my heart HURT ♡ enjoy your tanaka baby, i had so much fun writing it!!

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「TANAKA RYŪ」

— street fighter! au

— warnings: 18+ smut, blood kink, tanaka being a merciless tease<3 

⤏ okay, okay: i know this is a ‘dangerous profession au’ and not an underground one, but this just makes the most sense for tanaka

⤏ ryū is all bark and no bite, but it doesn’t stop him from pretending he’s got the muscle to back the mouth

⤏ this is precisely why i think he’d be the perfect fit for an underground street fighter. think, ‘fight club’ mixed with ufc

⤏ he’s the epitome of a shit talker, never stops goading his opponents even when they’ve got him two seconds away from losing consciousness; he doesn’t know how to shut his mouth, even though he’s always losing

⤏ even so, he’s got a knack for being the crowd‘s #1. his grin never wavers, his fists never go down. he fights until his last breath, and that’s why he’s everyone’s favorite underdog

⤏ the fights are illegal, betting pools made in shady abandoned subways and grimy basements, but the man really has no other choice

⤏ see, he was initially better known for brazilian jiu-jitsu; in fact, he was an extremely famous fighter that won the hearts of people around the world

⤏ but he got too cocky; feeling invincible under the shroud of fame, he began to spiral

⤏ and 1 tragic run in with the police later, his public image was destroyed; so, he reluctantly decided to trade in grapples and chokeholds for bruised knuckles and bloody teeth

⤏ though he simply does it to survive, he can’t deny that the thrill of the match sends blood pumping through his veins, keeps him feeling alive and present

⤏ to make some extra cash, you decide to act as impromptu ring girl— and ryū is utterly infatuated upon first sight

⤏ honestly, you were a bit afraid at first. here’s this heavily tattooed, gruff looking man with a shaved head hitting you with an onslaught of attention every time you walk into the room. what are you supposed to think?

⤏ though you quickly realize he’s a sweetheart underneath that tough appearance, it doesn’t stop you from rolling your eyes at every dramatic come-on. and trust me, there’s a lot of them

⤏ he flirts relentlessly, will say anything and everything that crosses his mind. it’s sweet, maybe, but mostly embarrassing. you never really take him seriously anyways; every comment is paired with a sly smirk and booming laugh

⤏ one day, he proposes a bet. if he wins, he gets to take you out. of course, he never wins, so why not humor the man?

⤏ yeah, you guessed it: he loses

⤏ but watching him fight this time, you found something in your perception of ryū shift...

As everyone files out of the dingy basement, you find yourself lagging behind, eyes trained of the man crouching in the makeshift ring. You’re unsure what possesses you as you make your way over to him, clean towel in hand. He’s a flirt— a persistent one at that— but watching him fight today, you realize there’s a certain elegance to losing with dignity. His smile, though bloodied, never once wavered, his bandaged knuckles never once dropped. 

When he notices you approaching, he rubs his wounded nose; it does nothing but smudge crimson over his stained bandages, a bright red warning sign begging you to keep away. You never listen. Kneeling next to him, you blurt out the question running through your mind, 

“Why do you fight so hard if you lose every time?” 

Instead of his usual quick retorts or coy banter, he flashes you that same toothy grin and relaxed brows he bares to opponents and friends alike. Carefree, nonchalant, happy— even with the unseemly purple bruises forming on his cheekbones.  

As always, it’s utterly infectious, and before you know it, you’re grinning right back at him. 

“Do you want to hear the deep answer or the honest truth?” His words seem teasing, but they hold a sobriety you’ve never quite witnessed on Tanaka. He shifts his jaw, making room for you to wipe at his injuries with the clean rag.

“Both,” you prod, curiosity overtaking you as you have your first serious conversation with the sly boxer. 

“Would it be completely pathetic if I said it makes me feel alive?” His smile wavers a bit, as though he’s revealed something deeply intimate, a concept he’s grappled a million times over in his head. You simply nod, allowing him to speak freely. “Every bruise is a reminder that I’m not dead,” his voice falters, “like I would be if I was still on the streets.” 

The severity of his confession shakes you, reminds you that most of the members at the underground club don’t come from preppy private schools or trust funds. They’re here to make a living— to survive. 

“And the honest truth?” You don’t bother with consolation, don’t believe pity or faux reassurance would satisfy Tanaka anyways. 

“I think I look pretty damn cool in the ring,” his eyes bore into yours, smirk back in full force as he regains his usual composure. Forever a flirt. Have his eyes always been that stormy gray? 

“Want to hear my honest truth?” He nods, gaze bordering on ravenous as he awaits your admission. “I think you do too.” 

It’s as though the words have a physical effect on the tired boxer; he immediately puffs his chest up, his head is held just a bit higher. The words, quite possibly your first ever compliment towards him, instill a newfound confidence that you’re only used to seeing when he’s poking fun. 

“Ha! Always knew you found me irresistible,” he raises battered fingers towards your jaw, pulling it between them and grazing at your cheeks. He’s probably smearing blood all over you and typically, you’d push him away— but tonight everything feels different. 

Perhaps it’s the low fluorescent lighting or the charged silence filling the empty room. Maybe it’s his attitude. Any which way, there’s a magnetism in the air that pulls you to him, tugs at your heartstrings and urges you to care for the underdog. 

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” lips puckering, you do your best to remain stoic, to no avail. His eyes bore into yours, darkening by the second. Though the moment becomes infused with tension, you refuse to drop your gaze, instead attempting to shift back into the comfortable banter you and Ryū share. “Who said anything about being irresis—”

He doesn’t allow you a moment to finish your sentence, yanking your face to his. He tongues you with a fervor, lithe fingers wrapping across the back of your head to tug you impossibly closer. Sweat, the sharp tang of metal, and even something a bit minty— the flavor of his mouth spreads through you, clouds your head with greed, and intoxicates you in such a way that your only thought is of wanting more. 

When you finally pull away, flushed and breathless, Ryū notices the kiss has split his wound once again. Deep red drips across his soft lips, down his chin, and dribbles onto his knee. But it seems he’s been stupefied, utterly amazed by this unforeseen turn of events; his thumb inches towards the blood, but he doesn’t seem to care to clean it all up. So, you figure you’ll take matters into your own hands. 

“Let me,” you offer, bringing his rugged fingers towards your mouth. Licking a long stripe from wrist to thumb, you never once break eye contact as you peer up at him through thick lashes. He’s unable to do anything but watch, enchanted by your wet tongue lapping at his digits. 

Gradually, your lips travel upwards, kissing and suckling at bruised knuckles, making sure to soothe over every gash, every groove of pained flesh. The hair on his arms rises, a throaty groan caught in his throat. Heat and heat and so much heat— the warmth in your stomach, across his cheeks and the tips of his ears— flows freely, intertwining. 

It doesn’t matter that the enormous room is empty, or that the air is chilled outside; the ring is filled with a feverish longing, a craving for touch you never even realized was there. Not until you reach his defined collarbones, teeth grazing at his skin. 

As soon as your mouth sucks at the sweet spot on his neck, a switch flips in him. Before you know it, you’re on your back; Ryū’s body looms over yours, his knee pressed between your legs. His hands roam, loosely tied bandages traveling your waist, dashing beneath your top and over your taut stomach. 

Though his touch is gentle, a ghost of a breath, it sends your nerves into a frenzy. Slowly, slowly, ever-so slowly, slender fingers toy at your breasts, squeezing and circling your hardened nipples. A bite at your neck, a wet lick to soothe the burn; he’s teasing, even now, as you mewl and writhe for more. 

And yet again, you’re flipped, this time onto hands and knees. You’re nothing more than a rag doll to the hearty boxer, a feathery thing to the man who lifts almost twice your weight daily. Your back meets solid muscle as he cages you between him and the ring’s chilled floor. 

He wastes no time tugging your shorts and panties down, drifting his palms over the globes of your ass, and squeezing. But still, he never touches your cunny. And God, does it ache for it. 

“You’re still teasing,” you pant, arms reaching behind you to tap at his bicep. 

“Maybe,” a finger slips towards your cunt, brushes across the sopping slit and onto your clit, “Wanna hear you beg for it.” 

His answer stuns you, so unlike the buoyant man that fawns over you day after day. It’s a pleasant change, to say the least.

“Ryū,” your whine echoes through the vacant room, “can’t.” There’s no way in hell you’ll be begging for him. 

“Can’t,” his voice is raspy, teeming with desire, “or won’t?”  He inches a digit in, stopping just short of a second knuckle, while the other rubs at your swollen bundle of nerves. You stifle a groan when he begins nipping the shell of your ear, but as soon as he begins his movements, he stills once again. 

“F-fine,” whimpering, you admit defeat, “fuck, please.”

“You can tap out if it gets too much,” he chuckles under his breath. 

And then, finally, he’s pumping into you again, stretching you once more; one finger, then another, his thumb drawing cruel circles at your clit. It’s shameful, immoral even, the way you plead and moan with every push into you. Curling his fingers, he dips further into your doughy walls, pushing against a spot that you swear has you seeing God. And his name, it leaves your lips like a prayer, over and over— a sinner at confession. 

You search for something, anything, to grasp at. But the floor is smooth, the ring’s ropes just a hair too far for you to pull at. So, you settle for wrapping a hand around the arm that pushes into your lower back, your other rapping, fingernails scratching, at the mat below you. 

“I said you could tap,” another deep pump into you elicits a lengthy mewl, “but I didn’t say I would listen.” 

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