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whatifyoulivelikethat · 2 years

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burned, m | jjk, myg

pairing(s): jungkook x reader x yoongi

summary: You can't solve your problems with sex. Damn. You can have sex and it might lead to some self-realizations. Might. Can't know unless you try. For example, Jeon Jungkook can't know that he likes Min Yoongi licking his chest while he gets jacked off by his favorite girl with daddy issues unless has no control over it, right?

collared au chained, yg | tainted, jk | twisted, jk+yg | wicked, jk+yg

warnings: rated M (18+) for language - a lot of swearing; yes, you can read it only for the sex it is v good; reader probs needs a therapist but who doesn't; mentions of an OC attempting suicide; D/s threesome smut (fem reader, black leather collars and chain leash, choking [yoonkook choke each other], spit kink / lots of saliva, visceral making out, nipple play / chest appreciation [yg on jk], handjob, multiple forced orgasms, m-receiving oral, handjob, cum-eating, doggy, fucking on top of a sleeping JK, ball squeezing); non-idol!AU - sub!Jungkook x goth, dom!reader x sub!Yoongi; shifts from all three POV's: JK, Yoongi, and reader in this au, we have depraved sex, oop

Hana is an original character, drummer of a metal band and close friend of reader.

you're in danger but it's okay you're a grown up. now playing – 28 reasons by seulgi

One chain, two collars, and Min Yoongi leaning down to run his tongue over Jeon Jungkook's chest on command.

It was a strange, alien feeling that Jungkook wasn't sure he would agree to if he was in his right mind, but the whole point was that he was sick of being in his right mind. And two orgasms deep, so maybe that was why his mind was fuzzy... or maybe it was the power of hot breath and skillful tongue tracing his collarbones and tense muscles.

Oh, he had seen Yoongi use his tongue before.

Didn’t expect it to be used on him, but Jungkook wasn’t the one in charge here.

The hand gripping his chin tightened. Pointed, manicured nails digging into his cheeks, making him gasp as his head was pushed back against her breasts, a soft landing to a rough touch. Now he was looking at the one who was truly in charge.

The woman with the single white contact lens on her left eye grinned down from above him.

A little psychotic, a little mischievous, a lot sexy.

"Fuck him up, Yoongi."

The tongue dragged over Jungkook's chest and it was so wrong, but so fucking good, so wet and warm and insistent, so conflicting that he didn’t know what to feel, which meant he felt nothing but the heat between their hot muscles. The metal chain connecting the leather collar around their necks clinked, the ice-cold links skimming against his shivering skin. A burning shudder overtook him as she leaned down, her wicked tongue sliding out, licking around his open lips and all over his lip ring, dripping spit into his open mouth.

Jungkook moaned, feeling her hand slide across his thigh and caress his aching cock.

She breathed into his mouth. Thick, oppressive, filling his lungs with dirty desires he didn't know he wanted until she whispered them. Rough and commanding touch contrasting her tone, almost jarring with how calm she was giving such an order.

"Choke him, Yoongi."

He felt tongue and lips tease his nipple and get it hard, couldn't escape, couldn't run away from Yoongi's teeth, couldn’t stop feeling lewd pleasure from it, and then he saw that pale hand winding around the chain, tugging up, gasping as leather snapped into the sides of his neck, beating the whimper out of him, building up pained anticipation and intense bliss as her hand wrapped around his stiff cock, smearing something, slippery, hot, cold, hardly hearing the erratic clinks of a small plastic bottle falling onto the floor, couldn't breathe.

Want so intense it felt like his blood was burning his own veins.

Wreck me.

Third time.

"O-Oh, fuuuuuuuck..."

Her punishing hand tightly wrapped around his throbbing length, pumping him hard and fast, slick lube creating a rushing tingle all over his nerves, skin on fire, the biting and sucking of his nipple by Min Yoongi, so fucked up, he shouldn't be enjoying this, how could he ever look his hyung in the eyes ever again, but it was too good and his cock was too sensitive and Jungkook wanted to cum so fucking bad for the woman thrusting her tongue into his whining mouth, you gonna cum on Yoongi again, aren't you, need to show us how filthy and dirty you are, my pet?

Jungkook felt a knee shove his legs open, and then Yoongi's body suddenly hovering over his.

The chain and collar choking him, pressing into the sides of his neck and slowing the blood to his head to a trickle.

No more thoughts.

No more air.

Drowning, her spit running into his throat and down the side of his mouth, wasted sweetness he wanted to scoop up and eat back up, depraved but that was how he felt, how could he stop, on the high so high that it was a drug, all of it all over him, the constant pleasure radiating from his open thighs, Yoongi’s tongue painting his chest with saliva, so wrong that it was right, the inescapable embarrassment at being the center of attention, every pathetic sound that leaked out of him thinner and weaker due to the leather collar constricting his throat, lust unbound, his muscles hard and strung tight with tension, denying himself until he couldn’t anymore.

The edge so close that Jungkook didn’t know he was past it until he fell.

He could barely make a gasp as he came, eyes rolled back and his tongue lolling out, hips flinching and rising, the swollen hot head of his cock hitting the smooth skin of Yoongi’s thigh but Jungkook was gone, the friction too much as he choked on his scream, spurting out streams of cum onto his hyung’s leg, hot and thick and now he was looking down, almost crying, blurry eyes seeing the milky white painted onto fair skin, her hand collecting his release onto her fingers and spreading it onto Yoongi’s semi-hard length right in front of his face.

A raspy hiss and the grip on the chain weakening, rocketing blood back to his brain.

Yoongi’s head raised and there he was.

Long black hair framing a slim pale face with narrowed black-brown eyes and dark circles, exhaling hard, the chain clinking as he lifted himself off Jungkook, bringing into view the black leather collar around his neck.

A man owned but not contained by his restraints.

He cocked an eyebrow at Jungkook’s disheveled state, his hand still on the silver chain between them.

The older man stood up and Jungkook felt her move behind him, like a snake, coiling around his trembling body, but he was stuck in post-orgasmic paralysis, captured by Yoongi’s unwavering, piercing stare, daring him to move, daring him to look away, daring him to flinch away in shame.

Jungkook didn’t look away.

He didn’t have much shame anymore.

There was no way in hell he was going to tell anyone he came onto his hyung’s leg and was getting aroused as he watched it get licked off Yoongi’s body by the sexiest woman he had ever met. Yes, he would do it again and again, but if anybody not in this room asked Jungkook about the kind of sex he liked, he would just reply with, oh, you know, the normal stuff.

Pink tongue glossy with saliva.

He wanted it on him, right now, but there was something satisfying about the denial.

He was on his third orgasm, spent and drained, but Jungkook felt himself getting hard again as those sinful lips swallowed Yoongi’s cock and noisily devoured what was left of Jungkook’s cum.

Those cat-like eyes took in every detail.

“Look at you.”

Jungkook felt his breath catch in his throat and his cheekbones burn with heat.

He could hear it, the lewd slurping tongue and vacuum of tightness. Could see it, her head bobbing up and down, swallowing that girth again and again. Feel it, her breasts against his leg, hard nipples rubbing onto his thigh, driving him crazy. Her long fingers splayed over the bedsheets, like delicate but strong spider’s legs, one hand between Jungkook’s legs, the other on the outside of his right leg. Her shoulder blades flexing, messy hair draped over the angles and skin.

Yoongi’s lips curved into a demeaning, open-mouthed smirk.

Jungkook reached up and gripped the chain.

“No.”

He twisted his hand, winding the metal around his tattooed fingers.

“Hyung, look at you.”

Jungkook wasn’t sure what came over him at that moment. Was it the mind-numbing euphoria of his third orgasm? Was it the way Yoongi looked down at him? Or was it her insanity bleeding into his sanity, making him forget he was only a good boy who liked bad things done to him, but something bad compelled him to do it, inviting him to pull on the chain and choke him, choke him hard until Yoongi resisted him, locking his spine and glaring back, the leather cutting into the sides of his neck, guttural growl rising from the older male’s throat, one pale hand on the chain too, but not pulling back.

No.

Yoongi was taking it, allowing Jungkook to choke him, stilling his breath so he didn’t make any unnecessary movements, dark brown eyes burning with defiance.

There was a throaty, suffocated laugh below them.

Jungkook glanced down and she was moving faster, control and precision, taking Yoongi’s cock all the way to the base and back up to the base of the head, the length and balls glistening with saliva, flashes of pink tongue with each ascent.

Jungkook tried not to feel jealous but, for some strange reason, even that made him feel good too.

His eyes flickered back up to watch the normally composed face of Min Yoongi unravel.

Infuriatingly, there was something beautiful and serene about those elegant lines collapsing, his hyung’s chin rising, graceful eyes closing, jaw tightening, shapely lips parting, barely any sound, only shallow wispy breath and the faint murmur of her name, slender chest rising.

Falling.

Jungkook tucked his wrist back, choking Yoongi harder.

Those dark eyes cracked open, viewing him through the shadow of lashes.

The lewd sound of mouth to cock under them, wet and obscene.

Yoongi could have said something.

Instead, his pink tongue flicked out and traced his pink lips, teasing Jungkook, reminding the younger man of why his chest was tingling.

A self-satisfied smirk.

Then Yoongi tipped his head back, black hair skimming his shoulders, freely moaning to the ceiling, deep and dirty and wanton, thrusting his hips forward, his Adam’s apple barely touching the rigid black leather of his collar.

Jungkook watched the aftershock of orgasm ripple across Yoongi’s chest.

He felt a prickling spark racing up his spine, mirroring the want displayed right in front of him. Entranced, listening to her swallow, watching her lips travel up Yoongi’s abdomen, tongue all over him, the rest of her body climbing into Jungkook’s lap, her hands sliding over Yoongi’s hips.

“F… Fuck…”

Her nails clawing down Yoongi’s back, marking up his ass, pink lines on fair skin.

Craving.

Jungkook needed it to be him.

He let go of the chain and ran his fingers over her back, pleading with his touch, circling around to her chest, rubbing her hard nipples. His voice was hoarse, deeper than usual from being choked and brutally pushed to the edge three times already, but Jungkook needed more and he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

“O… One more…”

Her voice was dangerous and delicious, husky with the grating depth of her satoori.

“For you? Anything.”

Something was wrong.

Yoongi could feel it, even when he slid into her, ripped open condom wrapper falling from his hand, slightly bent over due to the length of chain between him and Jungkook. He could feel something was off even when her pussy clenched around him and her hips slammed back, even as he watched her swallow Jungkook’s cock and run her tongue all over it, splattering those toned inner thighs with glossy spit.

Something was wrong, even as he thrust into her and surrendered to suffocating bliss.

He grabbed her hips and slapped his crotch into her ass and she fucked him back with just as much force, switching between sucking and jacking Jungkook off, and Yoongi knew something was wrong because she was letting Yoongi fuck her harder than she was fucking him and she never gave up control like that.

Yoongi kept his mouth shut and jerked his head back, choking Jungkook as Jungkook threw his head back and groaned, too fucked out to notice.

He drove his hips forward and felt her juices leak out, heard the loud squelch, smelled the sex between their bodies, his skin sticky with cum and saliva and lube, and he focused on the sensations, reading the frenzied intensity of her hips and the unforgiving force of each smack, a subliminal desperation that required a carnal resolution, and Yoongi responded in kind, harder, deeper, clawing his nails into her back and hips, fucking with more savagery and seeing her head tip back, lashes lowering, her hand clasped around Jungkook’s thick length, purple-red head popping out between slick, tight fingers, panting, open mouth widening into a cunning smile.

Yoongi took that as a sign that whatever it was on her mind was being solved by partaking in their two dicks.

He sucked in a breath and swore as he came, twitching within her pulsing walls, scratching down her spine as her lips affixed to the swollen head of Jungkook’s jerking cock, gulping down the little that came out, lapping and slathering the sensitive skin with a thick layer of clingy saliva, stringy and lustrous as she spread it around, rapidly chuckling as Jungkook cried out and lurched, trying to escape that devilish touch, but then his hips snapped back, pressing into her palm with a depraved whine, begging for the punishment.

Yoongi appreciated the view and yet the thought nagged at the back of his mind.

He pulled out and gingerly rolled the condom off, watching her climb up Jungkook’s shuddering body, seeing the younger man’s black hair sweaty and stuck to his face, and then her hands were in that sweaty hair, yanking that pretty face back, spitting into Jungkook pleading lips with a devious snicker.

Anyone watching would think that this was her normal self, the one and only.

But no one knew her like how Yoongi did.

He waited.

He waited, after cleaning up, after she removed that white contact from her left eye and looked at him with the two irises she was born with, after Jungkook was dead asleep and basically snoring, too tired to realize he was disturbing the peace, waited until she was between their bodies and she still said nothing.

Yoongi thought for sure she would say something when Jungkook was asleep.

But no.

He let his breathing smooth out, slow and steady.

Waited.

And then she got up, gliding down between him and Jungkook, escaping what Yoongi had thought was her safe space, the insanity between the three of them.

He cracked his eyes open to see her graceful figure slip out of the bedroom, dragging a spare blanket on the floor.

He waited, but he had a feeling she wasn’t going to come back for some time.

Jungkook was snoring and Yoongi felt empty.

He reached over and placed his hand on Jungkook’s arm, feeling the warmth under his fingers, something tactile and alive and a link the connection, a truth that solidified his reality, and Yoongi strained to listen, waited to hear something, anything, any whisper of sound that hinted at why his beautiful nightmare had slipped away from her bed drenched in their sex.

He struggled between getting up and staying still, all the while holding onto Jungkook.

You sat in your living room with a blanket and cried.

You had brought your phone with you, intending to send out those emails you meant to write earlier in the afternoon, but you hadn't done it then and you weren't doing it now, because you were too busy crying like a little bitch over things that were inevitable.

Fuck.

It was true. You tried not to care. Life sucked ass. That was fact. Always did and always will and not the sexy kind. Shit happened and you dealt with it. There was no choice but to do so when you had no one and nothing to fall back on.

Well.

Nothing but the fat stacks your dad sent you.

Everyone on the outside loved to tell you that you had nothing to worry about, that, unlike them, you had that cash cushion to keep your afloat in this harsh society. Cool. Awesome. They were all right, weren’t they, so you stopped complaining and handled everything accordingly and told them to go fuck themselves.

You wiped your tears with the base of your palm and shuddered, sitting naked in a living room too big for one person, draped in a blanket you didn’t remember buying but it was probably despairingly and wastefully expensive, because you could do that without blinking. Minimal decorations. No family photos here.

Your father informed you, once again, he couldn’t visit this month.

Too busy, yup. Lots of business he had left in Vegas and if he went home now, he would miss out on a lot of great opportunities.

I’m sure you have everything under control, daughter. You don’t need me!

You wanted to throw the glass coffee table into the television and you probably would have if Jungkook and Yoongi weren’t sleeping in the other room.

You made sure I don’t fuckin’ need you, old man.

What was worse, the first one who caught you was Hana, holding a contract from an outside company that held the possibility of finally getting physical albums sold for his metal band. The short, masked drummer was obviously your favorite of the members, which was why they sent him, of course.

Well.

You did drag Hana’s convulsing body from his blood-and-vomit-covered drum set to the hospital and stayed by his side until the doctors pumped out the lethal drug cocktail that he had swallowed with intent to become irreversibly comatose.

So, yeah.

Maybe trauma gave you a soft spot for that little fucker, sure.

Unlike other people, Hana knew what was what. Immediately saw the emotion on your face and asked you what was wrong, to which you snapped, nothing, and snatched the contract out of Hana’s hand to scan it, thus starting a fight of between a black leather-studded overgrown child in a short skirt and a white-masked string bean with equally stringy long black-and-red hair in a black prison-style jumpsuit.

It wasn’t pretty.

Hana had to smack your ass against the desk and drive your own knee into your chest, knocking the wind out of you. He might be almost twenty centimeters shorter than Jungkook, but he was a scrappy little shit.

“Ow, you bitch!”

“Tell me what the fuck is wrong! Is it your dad again?”

You freezing up mid-punch told Hana everything he needed to know.

The worst was Hana knowing.

Because he understood, and because he took off his mask around you. There was a reason he wore it all the time, and there was a reason he took it off only around you.

He took it off right now.

He had a narrow face. Pale skin, dark circles, pointed eyes, and a jagged purple-brown birthmark that extended from his temple, over his eye, and onto the bridge of his nose, with a remnant of darkness lingering on the side of his lip, giving him a permanent half-frown.

Hana looked at you without hiding and he only did that when he meant it.

“I’m sorry.”

You had dropped your fist and exhaled hard, throwing your head back.

“Don’t be sorry. You didn’t do anything,” you spat.

“You wanted him to meet them, didn’t you?”

Damnnit.

You had grimaced. “Meet who?”

“Your fairy godmother,” the drummer had growled sarcastically. “You know who the fuck I’m talking about.”

“Who cares if he meets them,” you had said, taking Hana’s mask and tracing the black lines on the white face, yanking a tissue from the box by your desk and carelessly wiping the inside. “If Dad likes them, he likes them, If he doesn’t, fuck him.”

“You should be honest.”

You hadn’t looked up, clutching Hana’s mask instead.

“At least once, at least for yourself.”

Your hands cradling the mask that hid your friend’s true face, and you looked up to see him staring back at you, white face marred by a purple-brown birthmark that he didn’t ask for. Back then, after coming back to your house from the hospital, Hana had refused to look at you. Had to be maskless because he kept throwing up from the medication and the withdrawals. Fought you when you had refused to let him be, said all the worst things he could think of, but you caged him in your home and told him to shut the fuck up unless he felt like saying something honest for once in his fuckin’ life.

I wish I was dead.

He had been throwing up into the toilet, sickly face pressed into white porcelain that coast more than most people’s rent.

Expensive shitter holding up a cheap drug addict.

I don’t want people to look at me, because they either think I’m ugly or that I should be pitied.

You had been standing by the sink, his vomit on your sweatshirt. He hadn’t made it to the bathroom fast enough.

You don’t need pity. I get that. You’re kinda ugly though. If you squint.

The dry, hoarse laugh had echoed throughout your large bathroom.

Fuck you, Boss.

It was then that Hana started calling you by your father’s nickname.

You sort of hated it, but some things you just couldn’t escape.

So, yeah.

Life sucked.

It was so easy acting like everything was normal. You’d done it all your life. Did what you need to do in front of everyone else. Fuck hard and fast to make it all go away, until it was time to sleep and then you couldn’t avoid it anymore. Then sat around trying not to feel it because it was a waste of time to care and about something you knew was going to happen.

Crying gave you a headache anyway.

You thought one day the inevitable wouldn’t hurt so bad anymore, but it always did. Maybe more than usual this time. Stupid Hana, telling you the truth. Short little intuitive fucker. You pulled the blanket closer, tightening the artificial hug. You couldn’t let anyone see you weak. You couldn’t let them know. Hana knew, but that was a special case.

I hate the way they look at me, like they can’t do anything.

Who?

My parents.

You saw that Hana had wanted to say it, but he knew it was bad to say it. Good thing he was in the presence of someone who didn’t give a fuck about good or bad.

They pity me for looking like this, but it’s their fault I look like this.

It wasn’t fair.

Nothing was fair.

You weren’t fair either. Like father, like daughter. Fucking your problems away, and trying to jeopardize your one good thing by forcing Yoongi to put his tongue on Jungkook. Didn’t even bother asking if either of them wanted it, just told them to like it or else. It was fucked up. You knew it was fucked up. You still did it anyway, because apparently you didn’t want to feel secure in anything.

The unknown was your comfort zone, after all.

You shouldn’t have saved me, Boss.

If this life is your hell, then I didn’t save you, did I? Don’t say I saved you unless you think this life is worth living, Hana.

Life sucked.

Life was hell.

Life had dealt you all the shit cards.

But you were a gambler’s daughter, and you couldn’t be a winner unless you could turn shitty odds into good ones, and you couldn’t do that unless you played the game.

So, play the fuckin’ game you dumb bitch.

You let go of the blanket and stood up, leaving your phone on the coffee table.

Yoongi nearly collided into her when he tried to walk past the doorframe.

Her hand shot out and planted onto his chest, stopping herself in her tracks. Warm, her palm to his heart. Her head ticked, raising an eyebrow, and then she lifted her hand away, backing off slightly.

Cold.

“Bathroom?” she whispered, expressionless.

He could have lied.

He would have if it was some bitch he didn’t care about.

“Where did you go?” Yoongi whispered back, blocking the doorway.

Her gaze flickered. No white contact to hide behind now, no crafted image to mask who was underneath. Naked in darkness, face to face, iris to iris.

“It’s my house. I can walk in it,” she replied evenly.

The lack of answer stung and it stung deep.

“You let me in your house, so I can walk in it too,” Yoongi said slowly and with edge. “Unless you’re going to kick me out now.”

Silence.

He stood in the doorframe and she stood in front of him, the one who put the collar on him earlier in the evening and took it off before bed. It was an unspoken rule that she could put it back on him at any time, no, that she could have anything she wanted from him at any time, until this moment, until these weighted words came out of his mouth and hung in the air, words of fire that threatened to burn this bridge.

He expected her gaze to harden, expected the overwhelming and unquestionable dominance to ooze out from her demeanor. Go, then. Fuck right off. I don’t need you when I have someone else sleeping in that bed right behind you. Don’t think you’re so special just because I let you put your dick in me. Or maybe she would shove him and say nothing, a wordless dismissal. Not even grace him with a response.

No.

Instead, she looked like a lost child lost in an amusement park, one that let go of her parent’s hand and couldn’t find them again.

“Makes sense that you wouldn’t want to play this game anymore,” she said softly, giving him a rueful smile. “I make the rules and all of them are unfair.”

She stepped aside and turned her head away so she wasn’t looking at him.

Yoongi had seen her mad, frustrated, enraged so many times. Violent, wild, ready to fight within seconds, grabbed by the arms and held back screaming obscenities, fighting tooth and nail for survival and what she thought was right. What she wanted, what she believed, no one able to tell her no.

But sad?

Sad and giving up?

Who the fuck was he looking at?

He reached up and touched her chin, turning her back to face him.

In this light, where there was nothing but the faint moon and dots of devices on standby, her eyes seemed to eat all light, and yet they still remained empty and bloodshot. Her hair was all over her face, over her cheekbones and temples, and yet the only thing blocking his vision was the walls she put up when their gaze connected.

Yoongi had no magic words to say, because there weren’t any.

“You’ll get a cold,” he murmured. “It’s not summer anymore, you know.”

She stared at him, and Yoongi knew that look. It was one he often saw when he looked in the mirror.

I don’t care.

His hand slid up her jaw and stroked her hair. No words. There was nothing to say, because she wasn’t telling him, but what she did say was enough from him to know she was trying to destroy this, destroy them, and maybe it was selfish, maybe it was stupid, maybe it was fucked up, but Yoongi wasn’t ready to let these chains go yet, so he closed the distance and pressed his lips to her forehead.

Reached down with his free hand and found hers.

Lifted it and held it to his neck, closing her fingers around his throat.

She didn’t put any force behind her grip.

She whispered into the air between them, barely audible, thinner than smoke.

“You’re in danger.”

He wondered if she meant him or herself.

Didn’t matter.

“It’s okay,” Yoongi whispered back. “I'm a grown-up.”

He couldn’t see her face.

Her fingers tightened around his neck and she leaned back, revealing her face to him. In the darkness, naked, her eyes gleaming as she leaned in, making their lower lips touch. Pressure, holding him in her grip, igniting the fire in his blood.

Burn.

Her breath, so hot, drifting into his mouth as slowly as she took his away.

“Fuck me on top of him.”

Warm.

Wet.

Devilish tongue flat against his lips and licking up, tearing a gasp from him.

Jungkook didn’t want to talk about his dreams. They were his and his alone, dark and dirty corners that gave him away, pockets of secret pleasures that he kept to himself. Little hopes he cultivated in his mind, like right now, images of a skillful tongue on his jaw, her hands all over him, nails to skin, his body forced to endure, saliva soaking into his skin and seeping ecstasy into his veins as he stared into one real iris and one fake one, white and gleaming with promising pain.

He wanted her to take him whenever she wanted, whether or not he could say no.

That was bad, wasn’t it?

It was bad to think like that.

So Jungkook kept it to himself and relished in his dreams where she forcefully had her way with him in whichever way she liked, treating him like a cheap dirty whore, so bad but so good, not giving him a chance to say no, biting his nipples and squeezing his balls, neglecting his hard cock and smacking it with the back of her hand.

She would spit on her free palm and then smear it on his cheek, tracing his open, moaning lips with her fingertips, grinning.

A little psychotic, a little mischievous, a lot sexy, completely driving him insane. Jungkook couldn’t say these dreams out loud. People would think he was fucked up.

But, fuck, they felt so real.

“Wake up, you delicious piece of ass.”

She spat on his chest and licked it up.

The shudder was so strong that Jungkook felt his heart lurch, throbbing heat radiating from his core and spreading all over his legs and torso, his muscles hard with tension. His legs were wide open, and he heard the sound of hips to ass, loud rhythmic smacks. Knees pressed to his inner thighs. One hand pinning his right bicep down, the other in between his legs, pulsing pressure onto his balls.

Jungkook opened his eyes.

Saw the two irises she was born with, cunning expression and demonic grin hovering above his wet chest.

She growled at him, grating and husky from her deep satoori.

“Look at that innocent face. Damn, you make me want to fuck you up.”

He tried to say something but was cut off by her gripping his balls, caging them in her knuckles.

Her mouth opened and a stream of spit slipped off her tongue, drip, drip, dripping, splattering onto his trembling chest, his heart racing, gasping in relief as she let go, then whimpering needily as she scooped up her own saliva from his skin and coated her whole hand with it, all the while looking down at him, looking more self-satisfied and cockier by the second.

Her body was rocking forward and then bouncing back, not too fast but rough enough for her knees to spread more and push his thighs apart. It was only then that Jungkook realized the heavy breathing was coming from behind her and not from her.

He spied the head of black hair, long strands framing a handsome face twisted in concentration.

“Oi.”

She trapped his cock in her fist, pumping him once.

Jungkook cried out, racing bolt of hypersensitivity ransacking his inner thighs. Too many orgasms and not enough recovery time, borderline pain that made his toes curl because he wanted it, he wanted it so bad that it felt good, felt so fucking good to whimper her name pleadingly, begging for mercy that he hoped would be ignored.

She smirked at him, driving her hips back to fuck Yoongi as she casually spoke to him.

“You’re right.”

She let go of his aching cock and grabbed his balls again, squeezing hard.

He couldn’t escape it, legs open and his back arching, thrusting his hips into the punishment, shoulders flinching and head spinning.

Her hand on his bicep raised for a split second and slammed down by his head, above his shoulder and lowering the upper half of her body, her nipples grazing his chest as she bounced on Yoongi’s cock, hot snarl right against Jungkook’s face.

“Jack yourself off.”

He couldn’t, he couldn’t disappoint, didn’t know if he could cum anymore, please.

She pulsed her knuckles around his balls and his vision fluttered, harsh injection of erotic pain taking him to a depraved headspace, forgetting that he should have limits, forgetting that there was a difference between sweetness and savagery, because in this space it was one and the same, no, better when he couldn’t stop, even if it hurt.

“You can orgasm even if you can’t cum. Do it.”

Lips trembling, gasping, shivering as he wrapped his fingers around his hot, throbbing cock, using two fingers to rub and squeeze the inflamed head, sending flashes of numbing pleasure through every corner of his mind, even the dark and dirty ones.

“This dick loves abuse, doesn’t it?”

Yes, he did. He did, he loved it so fucking much.

“N-No… please…”

She smeared his balls with her slippery fingers and dug her nails behind them, tracing that thin and sensitive skin, grazing his asshole, raking his body with uncontrollable shivers. Up, down, oh God, why did it feel so good, why was he on the edge and forgot it was supposed to hurt, his fuzzy brain replacing everything with vicious, blinding euphoria, his legs tingling as he pumped himself, piercing pins and needles all over, acutely aware of the pulsing girth filling his palm, so hard it surprised him, pinching the bottom of the head with his fingers and losing himself in the frenzy of blissful brutality.

She bent down more, delicious friction of her breasts and nipples against his hard, tense chest, her fingers curling into his hair and now Jungkook was staring at Yoongi clenching his jaw and slamming his cock into her perky ass, large hands clutching her hips, clenching his jaw and struggling not to orgasm.

Instantly, those dark, cat-like eyes flickered and gazed directly into Jungkook’s, looking right at him.

Breath shallower and shallower, less and less oxygen.

Getting himself off as fast and as hard as he could take it, pouring every last drop of energy into locking his hips and feeling every intense ricocheting wave until it became a mindless blur of constant intensity, forearm burning, legs trembling from staying rigid for so long, winding the coil inside tighter and tighter and tighter, friction of her chest to his, staring into the eyes of another man fucking the woman of his dreams right on top of him, not just any man, his friend, his hyung, the other one chained by the neck, collared, owned, tainted by the throes of lust.

Yoongi smirked, open-mouthed and cunning.

Jungkook let his eyes squeeze shut and wailed, crashing into the reckless high with overwhelming force, raw and all-consuming and too many orgasms in, physically sore and entire body shuddering with each pulse, forgetting to care what he looked like, forgetting about anything and everything, shoving his face into the crook of her neck and groaning, hips jerking as he squeezed his spent cock.

Every.

Last.

Second.

Milking the time so the voracious pleasure could swallow him whole, let it feast on every crumb of sanity he had left, fiercely pressing his lips into her skin and screaming behind his self-imposed gag. He heard Yoongi moan and felt her body shudder, collective orgasms melding together above him, meshing into a carnal symphony of shameless sound.

His hand and arm were on fire, hot blood and aching muscle.

She raised her head.

Her lips smeared across his cheek, to his lips, ghosting his panting mouth with kisses, eating up his whimpers. Her tongue rubbed against his lip ring, teasing him with its agility and controlled power. He was so tired, but still so horny because she was still all over him.

Girls with daddy issues.

Why were they so good at sex?

Jungkook knew he should run, but he opened his eyes and she was watching him, drunk on the perverse pleasure that was his drained, helpless expression and he couldn’t help but want to be used. Maybe it helped her, in some way.

She smirked, kind of demonic.

Psychotic, mischievous, sexy.

Sweet and bitter, making all his dreams come true.

Her fingers traced his neck, her ass in the air, Yoongi still inside her, and Jungkook chose this, he chose hell because heaven betrayed him, poisonous words from a past ex-girlfriend that were stuck to him forever, your gullible ass will do anything as long as someone says I love you. No more. He made sure she was wrong.

Now, he’d do anything as long as it was his demon asking him to do it.

“Open your mouth,” she purred.

Obediently, he did so.

She spat into his mouth and his whole body shuddered, groaning as he felt it slide down and coat his dry throat, turning his noise into a wet gurgle.

“I love who you’ve become, Jungkook.”

Yes, he chose hell and it did, truthfully, make this life worth living.

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Cellar Cult (alien breeding, emeto)

Shelly's second turn in twelve hours in the sub-cellar was spectacular. She not only kept the creature deep in her belly using up three of her eggs during screaming orgasms, but took hold of one of the tentacles and forced it down her throat, gagging down it's cum and bloating her belly until she let us pull her out. Upstairs we had to put her in the bathtub in 6e to finish the ritual. It was the most perverse and filthy sexual act I'd ever witnessed and watching her unbridled orgasms made me fall in love with her.

I became one of them after I first saw the Cult girls in the sub-cellar of my apartment building on Saint Mark's Place. I was getting my sweaters out of my storage locker when I heard a girl's obvious sexual moans. Thinking it was just another inner-city girl having sex in the cellar, I nosed around and found that a steel door that is normally closed and locked was now open, and wafting up out of it was a strong sexual reek.

The moans graduated into guttural grunts and a cry of; "He's so deep." followed by other girls' soft laughter.

When I stepped silently through the open door and crept partway down the worn stone steps, what I saw in the dim sub-cellar shocked me.

Three girls sitting cross-legged in the dimness were watching a fourth girl with dark hair, naked and belly down on the smooth worn stone floor, her body from the waist down inside a dark hole at floor level through the wall with something slimy exciting her inside the hole. The girl was in obvious sexual bliss. Little did I know I'd take her place within twelve hours to feel that bliss for myself.

"I can feel it." I heard another girl's weaker voice .

In a corner, a skinny red-headed girl slumped there, wearing only white kicks on her feet and an oversized grey hoodie pulled up under her small breasts. Knees bent and legs spread, she was palpating her lower belly, her inner thighs slick and shiny. For one so slight and frail, her dark pubic hair was thick and plastered wetly to her crotch, her pussy oozing.

Whatever was happening to the girl half inside the hole had already happened to the little red-head.

"Grows fast, huh?" one of the watching girls said to her.

Unsure what I was seeing, I eased back up the stairs and made my way to the elevators and hit the call button. I could still hear the girls in the cellar, recognizing the voice of the girl in the hole cry out; "Cumming! Oh fuck. It's done. I can feel it. It's done." while the others laughed and clapped. Then the little red-headed girl moaned; "It's growing. It's already growing."

It sent shivers down my back that spread to my crotch. I was aroused, but a little nervous as well.

The elevator doors opened, but I stood there and let them close again, listening to the girls talking softly as they climbed up the sub-cellar steps and closed the steel door. I needed to know what went on down there.

They were surprised when they saw me standing at the elevator and I got a better look at them. They were young women - at the age still clinging to the last of their teen years and exploring the pleasure their bodies could give them. The little red-head was the youngest, and all of them reeked freshly of sex. There was a tall girl, a chubby one, a mousy one, and the two who had been in the hole.

The little red-head was a thin waif and overwhelmed by her experience. Her thin legs trembling under her hoody, girl cum dripping from her crotch onto her kicks. She was going to have a hell of a time getting them clean.

As I watched she grimaced and her belly clenched.

"Oh god." she moaned in a weak voice.

"You're going to be fine, Shelly." a taller girl said to her, hugging her protectively to her, "It felt good getting it, right?"

"M-hmm." Shelly agreed.

"It'll feel better getting rid of it." the taller girl told her.

"What did she get?" I asked the tall one who just stared at me. Not getting an answer I turned to the dark-haired girl who'd been inside the hole in the wall.

"You got it too." I said, "I saw you."

The dark-haired girl smiled, "Yeah, I got it too." then pressed her finger tips on her lower belly through the short skirt she wore, palpating it, "And it feels better than anything."

"It made you cum."

"It made Shelly cum too. She was crying when we pulled her out because she had so many orgasms."

"How long have you lived here?" the tall girl asked me.

"A couple months."

"That explains it. No one told you about it."

"About what?"

"The thing. Where we were. The thing that got Shelly and Trish."

"It's got them too." said Trish, nodding toward the tall girl and the other two, "Lots of times. This is Shelly's first, so she's a little overwhelmed by it."

On cue, Shelly grunted and her legs got wobbly as she grooled onto her kicks again.

"What's your name?" Trish asked me, then shuddered. I heard the clot of girl cum splat on the floor between her bare feet.

She'd just had an orgasm.

"I'm Claire. 7d."

"I'm 6e, Shelly's my new roommate, moved in from her mom's place in 8a." Trish said, "We need to get upstairs to finish this. You can come and watch if you want." then to Shelly, "You don't mind if Claire watches do you?"

"No. No, I don't mind." Shelly murmured and grimaced again, curling around her belly.

So I went with them to 6e and watched. First Shelly squirming on her bed as her lower belly swelled, the rich thatch of her pubic hair sopping and matted by the time she was done; done with the belly bump that grew before our eyes and done with her orgasms that left her quivering, mewling and weak.

Then Trish, more active than Shelly, sweating and cumming as she pressed her hands down on her plumped lower belly, humping her pelvis like she was taking an invisible lover, her pubic hair a slimy matted mess by the time she rid herself of the thing inside her.

The other girls masturbated as they watched the two girls, each sporting untrimmed bushes ringing their pussies and travelling in a long furry line up to their belly buttons. Shelly just stared at Trish with a look of determination as she rolled her fingers inside her sopping gaped pussy.

"You've all done this." I said, thinking their wild crotch bushes was a side effect.

They all nodded.

"I want to go again." said Shelly, still weak and trembling, but her fingers still inside her and a fresh lust in her eyes, "I want to go again tonight."

"Give your belly a rest, baby-girl." the chubby girl told her.

"No. I want more." she said, "I'm getting more."

Turned out Shelly was a determined little thing and I yearned to hold that slight body as her belly grew again and her orgasms rocked her core. I was drawn to her like no other girl or boy in my past.

I shook my head to clear it.

"How long has this been going on?" I asked.

"My grandma told me about it." the tall girl said, "And her grandma told her. It's been down there forever."

"There's Lenape indian legends about it." Trish said, gently stirring her gaped pussy with a single finger, "Some of their women formed a cult."

The pull inside my lower belly told me I wanted it too, whatever it was.

Dress light, they told me. So I did, taking inspiration from Shelly and wearing an ex-boyfriend's sweatshirt and nothing else as they led me down into the sub-cellar barefoot. Shelly only wore a diaphanous wrap that barely covered her bum which I couldn't keep my eyes off as she walked in front of me.

Shelly insisted that she go first, sliding herself deep inside the hole in the stone wall. Laying on her back she began to make small sexual sounds, then louder orgasmic noises as the slithering wetness echoed up out of the hole until she arched her back and shuddered.

"It got me!" she cried out and the other girls reached for her to pull her out.

"No!" she batted their hands away, scooting herself completely inside the hole, "I want more!" and the slithering sounds went on.

"Shelly …" said Trish.

"I want more!" Shelly insisted as she rolled through two more intense orgasms, clenching her teeth and spraying saliva. Then we heard her gagging and when we leaned forward to see into the hole, we saw her lips stretched around a tentacle, her cheeks plumping, and her throat working as she swallowed and swallowed and swallowed, gagging wetly between gulps. We could see her belly bloating in the dim light. She wanted more and she was getting it.

"… okay … okay …" she gasped at last and reached out her arms to be pulled out.

Shelly was incoherent, curling her pelvis as she hungered for more pleasure, pinching and twirling her pink nipples as she made weak sexual sounds, gurgling and burping. She was lost in slow orgasms rolling through her bloated belly.

"Jesus Christ." the tall girl said cradling the quivering, sweaty girl, her belly fat, her pelvis curling, "We're going to have to carry her."

"Your turn." Trish told me, "Just take one."

"One what?"

"You'll know."

I pulled off my sweatshirt and slid backward into the hole, face down like Trish had done, the worn stones under my belly were smooth from thousands of girls doing what I was about to, and slick with the cum that overspilled from Shelly's pussy.

The slimy sounds started immediately as I felt tentacles slithering over my legs and bum. My breath caught in my throat when I felt the heat of one slide deep inside my pussy and fill it, plumping it like a flesh balloon, and when I felt it probing my cervix I became a full blown slut, lifting my bum to welcome it deeper. It was the most sexual thing I'd ever felt.

"She's into it." I heard Trish's amused voice, and she was right; I was into it.

The tentacle began to fuck the tightness of my cervix, easing it open and when i felt the delicious slide up into my uterus I had my first orgasm of the night. Nothing had invaded my body this deeply in my life, and as it fucked me there I became lost in the quivering sensations in my lower belly.

The skin of my crotch, mound, and lower belly was tingling as this creature pulsed in my uterus and I knew that it was my pubic hair growing. This sweet fuck was changing the hormones in my body and I came again feeling its power throbbing inside me.

As it continued its slow pulsing dance in my belly I became aware of my ovaries. For the first time I could feel them working, the left one pulsing as it expelled an egg into my fallopian tube on that side. Then a tendril of the tentacle slid deeper, meeting the fresh egg halfway and pulling it into my uterus.

"… oh fuck …" I gasped as my insides cramped sweetly.

I felt the gush as my uterus was plumped with fluid and my next orgasm was intense as I felt a sharp spark of pleasure deep in my lower belly and knew the egg had just been fertilized. But there was more than that.

As my uterus bloated with the creature's semen, I felt my body absorb it like a drug, saturating my flesh as it invaded my senses. My nipples puckered, my clit throbbed, my stomach quivered at the base of my gullet. I could taste it in the back of my throat and knew why Shelly had been possessed to take that tentacle down her throat and swallow its gushing pulses until her belly bloated with it. I wanted to do the same, but I was distracted as a thought flashed bright in my mind; I'm pregnant!

Being pregnant for the first time in my life heightened my arousal and I was still cumming as the girls pulled me out of the hole and the tentacle slithered out of me. I had to be supported and guided on wobbly legs with a spinning head. Shelly had to be carried, burping and gagging as we left the cellar.

By the time we arrived upstairs in 6e, Shelly was gagging, heaving, swallowing down the vomited semen that filled her mouth and bloated her cheeks. They perched her on the edge of the bathtub, still orgasmic and overwhelmed with the pleasure growing inside her.

"Too much of a good thing." the tall girl said.

As her belly undulated, we watched Shelly's thin legs trembling, the sweaty round globes of her small bum pattering wetly on the side of the tub as the pressure grew inside her womb. I knew this because I felt it growing in mine; my fertilized egg was expanding; from a speck to a marble, to a golf ball, and as it grew my pleasure grew with it. The meat in my lower belly was growing fatter and tighter so the slightest touch of my clit triggered a sharp orgasm that gripped the growing egg inside me.

As Shelly's eggs grew to the size of baseballs, she pushed, and began to vomit the thick cream-coloured semen that filled her belly. Between spews she moaned; "… I'm dying …"

I looked at Trish who shrugged.

Maybe she was dying.

But she didn't. She vomited herself empty, then like she did earlier in the day, she pushed all three eggs out of her body, her pussy lips stretching around the round black orbs one by one as they plopped into the tub, shuddering and gasping from orgasms that echoed through her body. Then she slid to the floor, slumping and masturbating, moaning in her lingering arousal by the infusion of the creature's cum, her body slimy with it. She looked so lost I felt my heart ache for her.

"What do you do with them?" I gasped, feeling my uterus begin to contract, feeling the growing pressure on my g-spot.

"They get put back in the hole." said the chubby girl, "That's my job this time. Next time I'll get one.", then looking at Shelly; "Maybe three."

Then it was my turn.

The strength had left my legs and my hips felt disjointed, so they carried me to Shelly's bed and gathered around to watch my first birth of a creature's egg as they fondled their own furry crotches.

My contractions were exquisite, each tightening of my uterus pushed the weight of the egg down firmer on my g-spot. I could feel it slowly descending into my pussy through my aching cervix, filling it from the top down. Small orgasms clenched my lower belly and as I pushed, a wish that I too had swallowed the creature's cum until my stomach was bloated with it made my belly ache for its lack. To birth as I regurgitated mouthfuls of cum like Shelly would make this sex act spectacular. Suddenly I felt my cervix yawn wide and the egg pop out of my uterus, leaving my cervix gaped inside me and put all the pressure on my now throbbing g-spot.

"I'm gonna cum!" I cried out and heard laughter in the room. I could also hear the wet squelching of girls fingering themselves, turned on by my sweet sexual agony. That it was arousing them made me feel like a slut, but I loved that feeling as I pushed and cried out through a massive orgasm, my toes curling so hard the soles of my feet ached. After my single egg popped from my stretched pussy, time flowed long as I submerged into a half sleep on Shelly's bed. Still aroused, I vowed this wasn't a one-off for me; I would become a Cult girl. Like them and all the women before me I'd been corrupted by the perversity of becoming a broodmare for a subterranean creature and craved to feel its tentacle inside me again and again, dreaming of the experience as the shades of sleep lowered over my fevered body and mind.

I awoke when Shelly slid into her bed facing me and pushed her belly against mine, her's still slick with her regurgitated cum, I murmured and pulled her closer. I could smell her sex and the sex of the creature on her skin and on her breath.

"I'm a mess." she whispered.

"I love your mess." I whispered back, pressing my belly firmer against hers, discovering we were both left with little pot bellies where our pussies and uteruses were still hot and engorged with blood that throbbed with each heartbeat. She moaned, so I held her tighter and covered her mouth with mine, tasting the creature's cum on her lips and tongue. Wanted to taste it myself directly from a pulsing tentacle, an awakened hunger in my belly wanting to be bloated with it like Shelly was.

"What did it feel like?" I asked softly, breaking our kiss.

"Like he was still inside me, still cumming in my belly but so hard it rushed all the way through me and gushed up my throat." she whispered, "My belly and throat felt like a boy's cock when he cums and cums and cums."

Shelly was grinding her slippery mound against mine, her hips slowly humping.

"Do you think it would fertilize more eggs than we can handle?" I asked, "Like, so many it could kill us?"

"Let's find out." she whispered, "in the morning. Let's find out. Just you and me."

"We'll climb in together, slide deep and stay until it's over, no matter what happens."

"Yes!" she gasped then grunted and convulsed through another orgasm, pissing the bed without shame. I reached up and pinched her left nipple, swollen and puckered and her orgasm became frantic, bucking against me, our slippery bellies rubbing.

I held her tight, loving my new little dirty girl, fresh with her insatiable and unbridled lust who will go with me into a subterranean lair, hot and wet with raw sexual ecstasy. We will show the cult girls what it means to completely surrender to this ancient orgasmic dance, not caring if we return.

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Pulp Diction - Part Two Part One here Words: Paul Lester, Photographer: Pat Pope Melody Maker, 27 May 1995 Transcription: Acrylic Afternoons

Starring: JARVIS COCKER as THE JUNKSHOP ROMANTIC STEVE MACKEY as THE PLAYBOY RUSSELL SENIOR as THE ALIEN CANDIDA DOYLE as THE CARE BEAR KID NICK BANKS as THE PIE-MUNCHER

PULPSEX (COME AGAIN)

The B-side of "Common People" is "Underwear" (a very, very Pulp word that, underwear), a brief encounter between a fully clothed boy and a semi-naked girl. Says Jarvis Cocker, the Morrissey With A Groin™: "It's about how, once you've taken somebody's clothes off, it's hard to put them back on and leave and say, 'Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't actually mean that.'"

Forgive me for being so literal, but I was wondering... "Do I wear underwear? I didn't used to, but do now, I hate boxer shorts, they're crap. I don't see the point of them - there's no support. If you run, it's all flopping about. I prefer the trunks type - not with the legging, but kind of like Y-fronts. You can get them from Marks & Spencer in three-packs. I have tangas as well, but they're disgusting - you know, those really tiny ones."

Is Jarv into "sexy" women's underwear? "No, I hate all that Ann Summers, supposedly erotic lingerie where it's like, black polyester satin with synthetic red trim and synthetic lace."

Does he ever stop himself from having un-PC thoughts? Sexist ones, for example? "Not really. I was brought up in a completely female-dominated environment," he backtracks to his childhood - his father left home when he was seven, and he was brought up by his strict mother, who, suitably tragicomically, would hit him with a plastic hairbrush, only to replace it with a wooden one when it broke. "So it would be difficult for me... I mean, I do think there are differences between men and women. But I like that. I'm not particularly into homogeneity. Vive le difference!"

Are we finally allowed to admit, post-"Loaded", to admiring the female form? "Well, it's a lot nicer to look at than the male form, isn't it? And I think women would agree with that as well. The shape is more balanced, it's got nice curves, and you've got the breasts which balance the bottom part..."

Hey! This is a family paper. What about men? "You can have good-looking men as well, I suppose. It's just that a women's sexual parts are nicer than a man's"

Do you have conventionally male tastes in women? "Yeah, I think I have. Actually, there's a shop I keep meaning to go to which has just opened up in Soho which sells more kind of... demurely sexual things - they're not in-your-face sexy. I love to see... I don't get that much of a chance, you know, but I love to see..."

Apparently Nick Cave, Mr Dark Knight Of The Soul, gets turned on by busty secretary types. "I know what you're saying, yeah - towny lassies. Yeah, they're alright, them."

I must say, this is all a bit of a surprise, Jarvis. Just before, you were talking about homogeneity... "I don't even like the milk." ...and I was wondering: do you realise a lot of people reckon you're androgynous? "I wouldn't say I was. It's just that, well, there's no way I could be macho. It's just a physical fact. I couldn't pull it off."

Huh-huh. He said 'pull it off'.

"No, I'm not androgynous. I just like taking care of my appearance. Not that I'm in to designer labels, or anything. 'Oh, you're wearing Versace tonight.' I just like well-made clothes. And I'm not bothered what other people wear, either. You often get people coming up to you who just tell you about their eyeliner, and that's boring. I don't think people should be allowed to look interesting if they're actually boring. They should be prosecuted under the Trade Descriptions Act."

Sorry for prying but, to paraphrase a well-known pronouncement, are you a heterosexual who's never had a homosexual experience? "Yeah, yeah. I'm as straight as a dye. I mean, it's not anything to be proud of, it's just that I've never had the inclination. I can appreciate that some men look nice, but I don't feel any kind of attraction towards them."

Turns out Jarvis Cocker is a bit of an Iron John sort on the quiet. Not that you'd tell at first sight, of course: he makes Kate Moss look like Hattie Jacques.

Can thin men be lads? "Yeah. Candida's [Pulp keyboardist] boyfriend's thinner than me, and he's got very laddish tendencies." There you go, then. "It can be quite funny, that laddish thing," Jarv goes on. "Like the lads at school - they were always doing stupid things like sprayings 'Welcome To Colditz' on the school wall, or like, when my sister was about 15 and she was walking back from the chip shop eating some chips, and this gang of lads were going, 'Oi, do you want a sausage with them chips, love?' It's just daft."

I've just realised: Jarvis Cocker is the kid from "Kes", 25 years on.

PULPPEOPLE

There is more to Pulp than Jarvis Cocker, though. Without Pulp, Jarvis would make a credible space-age Frank Sinatra, crooning torch songs against some cheesy orchestral backdrop on the Rialto circuit, or appearing on the "Des O' Connor" show like some kind of diseased, anorexic lounge lizard in full second-hand regalia, a surreally suave cabaret turn for the Camden set.

But it's the other four members of Pulp who give Jarvis Cocker's glum bus-stop love stories and X-rated anecdotes an appropriately glam epic soundtrack, who give his comic bark a cosmic backing, who help achieve the perfect union of accessibility and experimentation.

Nick Banks (percussion), Russell Senior (guitar) and Steve Mackey (bass) make up the Morodorised/motorised rhythm section, while Candida Doyle supplies the battery of Farfisa Organs, arcane Stylophones and assorted synth relics which give Pulp their unique Seventies/Nineties sound, a smashing clash of the kitsch and the colossal, the tacky and the titanic.

What are Pulp? Pulp are: Acrylic acid. Dralon disco. Terylene techno. Formica funk. Or, to put it another way, Pulp are: Kraftwerk play Tindersticks - how else to define Pulp's shuddering depiction of Jarvis' sad bedsit melodramas? (in fact, Pulp love Kraftwerk, and Jarvis, now a fully qualified film-maker, has made videos for Tindersticks.)

But who are Pulp? And are the really as reptilian-strange as they look? The Four Other Members Of Pulp take it in turns to join me in the grim interview room to draw rough sketches in the air of their bandmates.

Nick Banks is first. "Russell always seems like the sensible one, the one who wears a shirt and tie," says the 30-year-old drummer. "He's very straight-laced, but it's like he's so straight, he's strange. If you see what I mean.

"Candida [32] is pretty strange as well. Especially when she gets giggly and drunk, which is usually on champagne these days," he adds, doing his best Noel Coward impression. Nick, another of Pulp's Venusian-next-door types tells me that, while none of Pulp are married, they are all in steady relationships, and that Russell lives with his girlfriend and their two kids in Sheffield. Nick and Russell still live in Sheffield, while Jarvis, Steve and Candida have all moved to London.

Banks also tells me that, whenever Pulp are on tour, he shares a room with Russell, apparently the excuse for all manner of sinister activities.

"He [Russell] takes to running round the room with no clothes on. Why? God knows. He runs a bath, and you'd think he'd then go in the bathroom. But no. He has to take all his clothes off, then start running the bath, and he'll be running round the room getting his things together. And I'll be there trying to watch 'Sportsnight', or something. lt's not a pretty sight."

Steve Mackey- Pulp's dashing 29-year-old ladykiller who shares a flat with Justin from Elastica and is a dead ringer for Alex James from Blur verifies this when he says, "You just don't enter the room when Nick and Russell are in there. You stay away. I've looked in at times and there's, like, pants down, breasts showing, all sorts."

It soon transpires that Banks has been fairly intimate with Jarvis Cocker as well.

"I went camping with Jarvis a few years back," he recalls, preparing to shatter some illusions, "and it really pissed it down, and there were eight of us, and we were all piled into this caravan, sleeping on the floor in sleeping bags. And l'm on the floor one night, and I look up, and there's Jarvis' bollocks in front of my face! And he's trying to lower himself onto his sleeping bag! And l'm, like, gerroff! Get'em out me way! Eurgh. Horrible. A terrible sight. A vision of hell. He doesn't wear much underwear, you see, so it was balls out for the lads. Frightening. It'll haunt me for the rest of me life, that."

Does it bemuse Nick that this "vision of hell" is, along with Damon Albarn, Liam Gallagher and Brett Anderson, one of the four most desired frontmen in British (indie) pop?

"Not bemuse. I find it quite funny, really, cos he's tall, he's thin, he's gangly, he's not athletic and he hasn't got all that great co-ordination... it's funny for people to see him as this sexual being when I've seen him trip up on the carpet so many times. It's nice that he can triumph over adversity and give hope to people."

Russell Senior, who is 34 but acts even older, tells me about forthcoming Pulp tracks "Pencil Skirt" ("Conventional Pulp fodder"), "Mile End" ("It's an alternative view of Blur's East End, the dark side of 'Parklife'") and "Monday Morning" ("it's bluebeat/ska - it sounds dreadful, but it's well within the boundaries of acceptable taste"). And he thinks Pulp, not Oasis, are the Rolling Stones to Blur's Beatles. "We're not kitsch," he states, flatly, "that's just the way Jarvis dresses. There's a dark, almost satanic edge to Pulp that I've always thought was quite Stones-y"

Russell is resigned to JC's dominance over Pulp in '95: "We used to be perceived more as a group, whereas it's all Jarv these days."

If there was a Pulp cartoon (set in some decrepit urban futurescope, all lurid neon reds and vivid emergency greens), it would be Russell who'd get the job of outlining the characters. In fact, some years back there was a Pulpzine with its very own Pulp caricatures.

Remembers Russell, "Nick was the pie-munching, beer-swilling, televised football kind of guy. Candida was in the toy shop, or on a multi-coloured cloud with the 'Care Bears'. Steve was the playboy with his cigars and women. Jarvis was all jumble sales and junk, space-hoppers and suspender belts. And I was the hardline, stern, don't-suffer-fools-gladly type."

Candida is last to enter the interview chamber. She isn't in a particularly fluffy-bunny-ish kind of mood today, having just chipped a tooth on some jelly babies, but she does reveal she's keen to make loads of money from Pulp, or at least enough to pay her 'leccy bill (she recently got cut off). She also says that being recognised in shops and travelling in limos "makes me feel like l'm drunk or on drugs, like l'm in an unreal world, kind of dizzy."

PULPLIFE

It'll get dizzier. Especially since "Common People" is going to be this years "Girls And Boys". And especially since Jarvis Cocker, who is already this year's eccentric media plaything, has presented "Top Of The Pops" and appeared on the cover of the "Top Of The Pops" magazine with Kylie Minogue as well as on "Pop Quiz", "The Brits" and "The Big Breakfast" (who had a "Jarvis Day"!), all in the last few months alone.

As Jarvis gets chauffeured to central London via his home in Ladbroke Grove (Hard Cash = Street Name), where he will pick up some singles (Duran Duran, A-Ha, Dollar, ELO, KC & The Sunshine Band, Soft Cell, Barry White, Hot Chocolate, Freeez, The Bluetones - Jarvis, I love you) to play on the Lamacq and Whiley show later on, I join him on the car's squashy black leather back seat and wonder whether success will make a failure of him. You know, Culture Of Despair, and all that.

"No, I can't imagine that I would," is the former assistant fishmonger's reply to my enquiry: would he ever Do A Kurt Or Richey? "Because I've done other things, I know there's always a way out, another world. I always say, 'Go and be a gardener, or something - there are other things apart from music that you can do.'" Right now, Jarvis is having too good a time to do get depressed. Like appearing on every TV show under the sun...

"It's important to go on those things and not be a cheesemaster," he announces, dryly, as the Ford Granada glides through the mid-afternoon traffic. "I mean, people say, 'Why don't you go on with your cock out and say f*** off and do a dump', but that's immature and stupid. That kind of rebellious behaviour just isn't rebellious any more."

Or presenting awards on the Brits... "In those situations, you do seek solace in drink. There were all these people in these Portakabins backstage like Elton John and Sting. I went to the toilet and suddenly realised I was pissing next to Tom Jones! He had his cock out in the little urinal next to me."

Jarvis says he's not likely to surround himself with bodyguards like Prince did at the Brits ('What kind of danger are you in at a place like that? I mean, Terence Trent D'Arby's hardly going to Ninja you, is he?"), even though he got beaten up quite badly in Islington last Christmas. Generally, he's rather delighted that, after 15 years of playing the lead role in his own sordid tales of sleazy low-rent romance, Pulp are getting some reward.

"I suppose if you have a certain amount of success, you feel like you've had a kind of kitemark on you," he says as the car pulls up outside Broadcasting House and he prepares to dedicate his theme song, Dennis "Minder" Waterman's "I Could Be So Good For You", to the entire British nation "Do you know what I mean? Because I always used to feel like a marginal character, kind of stuck on the sidelines. And now I feel like, finally, I'm fit for human consumption."

#russell senior #jarvis cocker #steve mackey #candida doyle #nick banks #britpop #interview

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A memory: The story behind the green dress part three

Pairing: Loki x fem!reader

Description: This story began as a very simple one shot about Loki’s powers, but I have let the story take me where it wants to go. So while I usually write one shots, this has become a larger work. I might at some point divide the chapters a little differently, but for now, this is the final chapter of the three part story.

You have been dating Loki for a month, when one Sunday takes your relationship to another level. Part one here and Part two here.

Word count: 2200

Warnings: Anxious thoughts. Smut. (18+)

A/N: After the fall of the TVA a Variant of Loki managed to survive Thanos’ attack on the Statesman. After the events of Infinity war, he met you, and finally got his happily ever after. This is a story of that ever after.

It was the middle of the night. You lay in bed, propped against the headboard, with Loki clinging tightly onto you. His head lay on your shoulder, his leg pushed up over yours. His breathing was beginning to calm. A light sniffle every now and then was all that tattled on his earlier tears. You rested your palm on his crown and cupped his arm with the other.

You inhaled pointedly. It felt as if you had forgotten to breath for a moment. You tried to silence your own thoughts, assuring yourself that nothing more needed to be spoken today. You were at an impasse and what would come would come. But for now, you needed nothing else than to simply… be.

You stared blankly ahead. You were exhausted but sleep eluded you. Too much had happened in the past few hours and your body was still working on expelling the adrenaline. You were both glad it happened but also entirely mortified by how. Your first fight.

Ask him what he thinks about you. Ask him if he still loves you. Ask him if you hurt him. Ask him if he wants to talk. Ask him about his feelings. Ask him. Ask him. He is keeping something from you. This wasn’t good, he just kissed you to shut you up. Nothing really changed. Ask him, ask him ASK HIM!

You inhaled pointedly again, trying to rid yourself of the intrusive thoughts. The last thing Loki needed right now was a spout of your anxiety.

You felt the need to pee. Moving as smoothly as you could, you tried to manoeuvre yourself from under Loki without disturbing him too much.

“Are you leaving now?” he whispered. Your heart felt like it had been wrung in a vice. His voice was so alien, so raw. It had none of his usual bravado, none of his mock-confidence. You struggled to see his expression in the dim lit room, but his voice told it all. He sounded broken.

You hurt him! You are a monster! Look at what you’ve done! Was it worth it! Idiot! Stupid! Moron! MONSTER!

“No, I’m just going to the bathroom,” you replied gently, grazing his forehead. You rose, tiptoeing into the bathroom. As you flipped the switch, the light offended your eyes and you squinted you way through your business. Returning into the bedroom, the darkness was even more thick than it had been when your eyes had been adjusted to it.

You felt your way with your hands and dove into the bed, almost crushing Loki in the progress.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“That’s alright,” Loki mumbled. The both of you hesitated a moment, not sure at how you should position yourselves, until you finally opted in letting him spoon you. Situating yourself you sighed heavily as you tried to find a comfortable position. Loki threw his arm around you and buried the hand under your breast while the rest pulled you against him as it ran along your stomach onto your waist. He pushed his face into your neck. His nose was cold and he buried it between you and the pillow, resting his cheek and jaw on your skin. His breath was more rapid than it had been before, and you could feel the moistness of the tears still left on his face.

You tried to relax into him through breathing deeply. In and out. In and out. In and out. You closed your eyes and listened to his heartbeat, aligning your breathing to his.

Right as you were about to feel some relaxation and quite possibly start drifting off to sleep, you heard a murmur by your neck.

“Do you… need to leave tonight?”

You sighed. “I should.”

Loki tensed at your words. You spun around and lay face to face with him, trying to find his eyes in the dark.

“I mean, it’s the rational thing to do. I have no clothes and we need to get to work in the morning.” Loki stayed silent, but nodded gently.

“But,” you whispered and touched his chest. “I don’t think it’s the best thing for us right now. And quite frankly, I’m sick of always doing the rational thing. Some things are more important than duties.” You found Loki’s lips and as you planted your kiss, a fresh, salty tear was exposed. Had he been crying this entire time? “Well figure that out in the morning. Right now, let's just… try to sleep.��

You drew Loki into yourself, wrapping all your limbs around him and pulling his face to your bosom. His tears rolled onto your skin and he let out a soft sob. Relief. That’s what that sounded like. Loki’s hands travelling up your back sent a warm shiver through you and he flicked the comforter on top of you.

A moment later Loki broke the silence again. His voice was trembling, but he was not crying anymore.

“What if you… didn’t have to leave anymore?” You didn’t respond, trying to take in the meaning of the words, when Loki continued: “That didn’t come out right. I mean, in the future, what if we made it so that you didn’t have to leave this apartment?” Loki paused a second “Well, that wasn’t much of an improvement, norns. I mean… what if you..?”

“Had some of my clothes over here?” you offered.

“Yes. I mean no. That is… What if you had… all of them here?”

“You mean, like, move in with you?” you whispered, considering his words.

“Yes. Live, here… With me?” Loki whispered. You kissed him gently, inhaling his intoxicating scent. Loki returned your kiss as you pulled him to lay on you. His body glided against yours as both of your hands sought ever new ground to touch.From face to shoulders, back to chest, searching for as much as contact as possible. Lost in this embrace, you slid your leg up, opening yourself just enough that you felt him slide against your lower lips. His arousal was unnegotiable, and your wetness instant. Grabbing hold of your sides, he positioned himself with ease and his manhood began its slow repeated entrance into you. His thumbs dug into your ribcage and his fingers surely left imprints into your back as he forced himself to pace his thrusts into you, covering his tip and shaft in your juices half an inch at a time.

You felt delirious from his composed movements into your core. It pulsated hungrily, urging for a movement more rapid, more ferocious, more… You tried to pull him closer but instead Loki kept hovering over you. He released his grip around you, steadying himself with one hand on the headboard and the other next to you on the bed. You opened your legs widely and his manhood found a calm pace into you. Nothing of him touched you more than it needed, and his thrusts were not feeding your hunger but rather starving you further. You clamped down the muscles in your core and he grunted at the pleasure the augmented pressure was adding to his advancement, but made no move to change his approach.

You tried to reach for his chest, but your hands weren’t long enough. Suddenly Loki caught your eye line and you could see his piercing blue eyes in the dark, staring you down.

“Yes, Loki,” you whispered. His look enquired clarification. “I would love nothing more than to live with you,” you offered gently.. Loki paused his movement. A joy like you’ve never seen lit his face as he leaned in closer to you and let his body relax on you, propped up against one elbow. His hand sought your face and you enveloped him in your arms.

“Are you sure?” he whispered.

“Nothing would make me happier,” you whispered with tearful eyes. For the first time that evening they were tears of joy. Loki let out a relieved sigh, before kissing you over and over again, letting his cheerfulness result in tiny pecks all over your lips, that you responded to, chuckling merrily.

Finally Loki let his lips stay on yours and slowly withdrew from you, almost entirely. Then he perched your leg against his hip and re-entered you slowly from the new angle. You felt every moment of this plunge, as his manhood glided against the front of your entrance to make contact with the other wall and slid against it all the way up to the entrance of your womb. He retreated, only to repeat the plunge, slowly again, making sure to join his lower belly to yours in the final moments. The very end of his manhood burrowed into your opening in its final approach, sending heat from your opening up along your lips to your pearl. On his third plunge, he planted a sultry, languid kiss along your neck as he finished the approach with added speed. You gasped from pleasure and lost yourself to it.

He continued this, increasing his speed in tiny increments, bringing your core to a burn for him you had never experienced before. Right as you had become accustomed to the motion, he flicked his wrist and a burst of seidr elevated your lower half ever so slightly, making his next plunge into you send your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your back arching as you writhed in pleasure.

Loki plunged deeply into you, over and over, as your peek rushed over you, and right as you were coming down from it, he rode you to another.

“Oh my God Loki, “ you exclaimed, lost in the transcendence of his embrace. You tried to kiss him, to reach for his chest, perhaps his nipple, readying to switch position, when Loki gently placed your hand on his waist and shushed you.

“Let’s enjoy this first. There is no hurry,” he whispered and kissed your neck. “Don’t think about it, darling, just feel,” he whispered and thrust into you. “Just enjoy,” he whispered and continued his steady pace into you just as your core convulsed once more with heat. “Just… breath,” he whispered. “Focus on feeling me inside of you.”

Your eyes fluttered as his kisses took hold on your neck once more and you breathed in heavily, relaxing your aroused body into a steady rhythm. As he slid in and out of you, you focused on the motion and on enjoying his presence in you. You inhaled deeply and held your breath for a while, before releasing it softly. Again. And again.

Doing so, you could feel the blood flow increasing around your core and your body’s reactions to Loki’s movements became enhanced. Each thrust into you was felt more deeply, each part of your contact with him sending signals to your nerves. Inhaling deeply once more, you found yourself knocking on rapture once more. Release. Inhale. Hold. Release. Inhale. Hold…

You were not ready for what followed. You released your breath slowly. It started as they always did, with a tingling of the nerves, where a tiny eruption of kind began in the joining of your bodies in your core. But while it normally died out quickly, followed by a wave of relaxation that covered your stomach and thighs, this one kept building and building and building.

Loki ceased his movement and kept himself very still. His manhood pressed on the very same spot that it had touched to initiate this reaction within you. With your slow exhale, the explosion enveloped your core, releasing a burning heat wave that made time stand still.

And then. Hold. The real wave. The relaxation that began from your joining, flushing your core, your thighs, your lower back, your backside, travelling down into your toes and up your spine all the way to the nape of your neck and onto your cheeks. It enveloped you slowly, unrushed, in a magnificent tingle. Your entire body shuddered.

It was not the orgasm you were used to chasing, where your body rushed for one to get to the other, to finally stop when you were too sore to continue. This wasn’t just your core, hungry for more. No, this was your whole body reacting, releasing, relaxing. And as you pulled in another deep breath, the oxygen returning into your body sent out another wave of pleasurable relaxation washing over you.

And then Loki moved in you, ever so slightly, sending another burst out from your core. You clamped down on him.

“Stop, stay,” you whispered, holding your breath once more. As the wave burst you burrowed your head into his shoulder, trying to keep him and you as still as possible until finally plopping, entirely inelegantly on the pillow.

Loki adjusted himself slightly, but stayed hilted in you. You closed your eyes and searched for words but none came. In an attempt to say something you let out a dishevelled but entirely content “Ugh.”

Loki chuckled.

“Look darling…” he whispered, brushing his nose against your jaw. “I… can’t promise I’ll learn to talk and share in one fell swoop. But… I appreciate your promise to keep pestering me until I do.”

Loki turned your head to face him as he found your eyes. “And I promise in turn, to help you… silence your mind, once in a while and just… be.”

You smiled, made blissful by both his actions and his words.

“Deal,” you whispered as your lips joined in a tender kiss.

#loki #loki smut #Loki domestic #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #loki x reader #loki x female reader #MCU loki

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hashtagordinarygirls · 5 months

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[#]OrdinaryGirls: #sizeconmicro24mailbag

Krysta, have you ever ripped a bra?

Alicia: Yes, yes I have. Yeah, my lats are that awesome.

Krysta: Is your name ‘Krysta?’

Whitley: Come on N-Cup, you know we’re about as successful keeping to our own questions as we were that time we tried writing our names on our food.

Alicia: FYI: if you haven’t tried it, it is hard, but not impossible to write your name on juice.

Krysta: The carton! The juice CARTON!

Whitley: To her credit, she did pull it off though.

Krysta: And Whitley still drank it.

Whitley: Look at you squealin’.

Alicia: Oh, and the answer is yes. Yes, Krysta has absolutely destroyed bras with her enormous boobs.

Whitley: During a game of Mario Party, no less.

Krysta: You’re welcome.

Have any of you ever crushed a melon ?

Whitley: Unless ‘crush’ is slang for “eaten several in one sitting,” no, I have not.

Alicia: Of course I have. Between my big ‘ol tree trunk thighs. How else do you kick off a livestream?

Krysta: I have held one in my cleavage, but not crushed one, which, I believe, is the implication.

Whitley: What on Earth do people think her breasts are made of?

Alicia: Does the answer literally have to be, like, on Earth?

Krysta: I can assure you, my breasts are not extraterrestrial in origin.

Whitley: That’s just what someone with alien tiddies would say.

Whitley: Do you think that you'll ever stop growing?

Krysta: Why does only Whitley get that question? Does no one care about growing breasts anymore?

Whitley: Apparently not.

Alicia: Or growing stronger than any Midwest cosplay cutie—

Krysta: Or any person.

Alicia: —has any right to be? I didn't even get ONE question about my deadlift 😤

Whitley: Apples and oranges. You're actively trying to get stronger.

Alicia: But not necessarily bigger, even though I’m totally cool with that. But strength doesn't always equal size. I gave you a whole presentation about this at brunch last week.

Whitley: We’ve lived together long enough for you to know I can’t listen and eat three breakfast burritos at the same time.

Krysta: She even sent us the slides afterward.

Alicia: Did you not review my presentation? 🥺

Whitley: It's on my to-do list.

Krysta: I did. I even gave you notes.

Alicia: Thank you, Krysta. Besides, if size equaled strength, Krysta's boobs would be strong AF, and she can't even crush a melon with them things.

Whitley: But she can hold one.

Krysta: And I could not last year, but apparently the only growth that matters is Whitley’s.

Alicia: So, you think you’ll ever stop growing?

Whitley: Huh? Oh, uh. nah I'm gonna grow fifty feet tall, or something.

Alicia: Oh! Speaking of growing…

Alicia, do large muscles restrict flexibility?

Alicia: Eh, not really. I mean, don’t get me wrong, my muscles are definitely LARGE, but like my presentation said, I'm focusing strength over size, unlike some others I know.

Whitley: Rude.

Krysta: Right?

Alicia: I still do yoga. We actually have a weekly class.

Whitley: Private class, because apparently, the three of us are ‘a distraction.’

Krysta: Alicia for making up her own modifications.

Alicia: Upside-down flamingo!

Whitley: Krysta for her boobs constantly dropping into her face.

Krysta: Which should have only been a distraction for me.

Alicia: And Whitley for making the place smell like a dispensary.

Whitley: I needed to pre-game to find my center, and to not be distracted by y’all acting crazy.

Krysta: I should not be blamed for weak sports bras.

Alicia: What was the question again?

Which of you three is the best at poker?

Whitley: I am.

Krysta: I am.

Alicia: I have no idea how to play poker.

Krysta: Whitley, your poker face is not as good as you think it is.

Whitley: Says the girl who has lost several times to it.

Krysta: Okay, one: I was VERY intoxicated.

Whitley: Still counts.

Krysta: And two: I did not say you never won, I said I am a better poker player than you.

Whitley: You lost to Alicia, and she has no idea how to play poker.

Alicia: I REALLY don’t.

Krysta: We live in a universe governed by chaos. It is bound to prevail occasionally.

Whitley: You might even say, inevitably.

Alicia: You both still owe me money, btw.

Krysta: Whitley owes you more.

What's your favorite flavor of cake? 🖤🤍💜

Krysta: Banh da lon 🖤🤍💜

Whitley: Red velvet. 🩷💙💜

Alicia: Angel food cake with frosting and sprinkles. 🩷💛💙

Whitley, what's your favorite thing about being taller than most other people?

Whitley: More space for storage. I basically get top shelves to myself.

Krysta: Not the view?

Whitley: I’d call having a sh*tty view more of a shorter-than-most-people problem..

Alicia: I assumed it would be going to a concert and being crotch high to everyone on stage.

Krysta: So, the view.

Whitley: That is a plus, but not as good as the top shelves.

Krysta, any thoughts on a giantess-themed photoshoot?

Krysta: Alicia, did you submit this?

Whitley: Weren’t we talking about this yesterday?

Alicia: Totally. I wrote it on her yogurt, remember?

Krysta: Stop writing names on the yogurt!

Alicia: It was actually your name.

Whitley: And, to be fair, your idea.

Krysta: *sigh* Yes, I intend to do another giantess-themed photoshoot.

Whitley: What she means is, her analytics have spoken.

Alicia: Perfect because I just bought a 1/225 scale cityscape on Etsy.

Whitley: For your giantess content?

Alicia: Oooh, it would be good for that, huh?

Whitley: Wait, so why did you buy it?

Alicia: I honestly don’t remember.

Krysta: And you wonder why you never have any money.

Whitley: I’m going in on half of it for making foot stuff. If you want to split it three ways we can all write it off on our taxes.

Krysta: Deal

Ladies! If you had to swap your extraordinary trait for one of your friends', whose would it be?

Krysta: If I had to? Muscles. No offense, Whitley.

Whitley: Offense taken.

Krysta: You are too conspicuous.

Whitley: Says the woman with breasts literally the size of gallon jugs.

Alicia: I’d take Whitley’s height. I make all my own clothes anyways. And then I could see EVERYTHING.

Whitley: I’d absolutely take your tits.

Krysta: My breasts would look good on you.

Alicia: I’d love to see your breasts on Whitley.

Krysta: I’d put my breasts on Whitley.

Alicia: Do it! Do it! Do it!

Krysta: Going once. Going twice…

Whitley: Hold on, what’s happening right now?

Krysta: —no deal.

Alicia: Sounds like you just missed your chance.

If you could be a tree what kind of tree would you be?

Krysta: I used to say stone pine, but recently I have been feeling more rowan.

Alicia: Truffula.

Whitley: Pineapple Kush.

Alica, have you seen the movie Love Lies Bleeding? It focuses on a lady bodybuilder and her girlfriend. Really dark but fun romantic thriller.

Alicia: It’s far from the worst cosplay idea I’ve been pitched. Very retro look, and I do love my 80s. I think the real issue is I’m way more buff than the girl in the movie which is totally cool because she looked great and props to that actress for going there. Okay, new life goal: get a movie studio to pay me to work out so I can be in a bodybuilding movie. But a funny one. More like Everything, Anywhere—

Krysta: Everywhere.

Alicia: —All at the Same Time.

Whitley: All at Once.

Alicia: —but with more muscles and less cheerleading.

Krysta: There is no cheerleading in Everything, Everywhere, All at Once.

Whitley: Are you thinking of Heroes?

Alicia: NEVER MIND scratch that I was thinking of Bring It On…which I haven’t seen either. I think I just saw the sequel.

Krysta: How in the hell did you mix up—

Whitley: She was probably thinking of Bring It On: All or Nothing.

Krysta: How many Bring It On’s were there? Whitley: Seven. I watched them all during quarantine. That series really went downhill.

Alicia: But yeah, I haven’t seen Love, Lies, Bleeding. It didn’t look very funny. I liked the part in the trailer where the woman grew out of her clothes, though. I give it a 7/10.

Krysta: I watched it. Not bad.

Whitley: Giantess scene gets a solid eight.

Why are you still living together?

Whitley: Because making money on foot stuff and tall stuff is only lucrative if you can keep your costs down. Also, I never have to cook or do my ridiculous taxes.

Alicia: Cheap rent, I always get to cook, and I manage money worse than Faye Valentine.

Whitley: Also, you’d be getting audited up the *ss if it weren’t for Krysta remembering to do your taxes.

Alicia: Getting audited sounds fun!

Krysta: I own the house. I never have to cook, and I get to prepare three sets of complicated taxes.

Whitley: Girl got her CPA license during quarantine “for fun.”

Alicia: BECAUSE SHE WAS BORED!

Krysta: I would prefer, “thank you.”

Whitley: Thank you.

Alicia: Thank you.

Krysta: You’re welcome.

#hashtagordinarygirls #size #influencers #glasses #musclegirl #queenalici #tallgirl #online model #kcupkrysta #whitleyvalentine #sizecon

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fillinforlater · 3 years

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Spaceship: Horizon - Part 8: Plank

Male Reader x Jeon Heejin

Length: 3016 words

Tags: dom/sub switch, rough sex, bending over, doggy, riding, chocking, a lil degradation, abs!Heejin

TW: rough sex, bad names

Inspiration: Heejin making me confused: sub or dom?

Credit: @v1ntrix, @brokennightmares01, @existslikepristin and ofc @midnightdancingsol. Thank you for your work in editing/proofreading!!!

“Hello there, Mr. Pornstar!”

It’s the usual greeting of the duckling, a gummy smile already plastered on her face. You roll your eyes in playful annoyance but greet her with a wave nonetheless.

“Hi Yena, nice to see you again.”

Yena shoots you a couple of finger hearts, making you smile, but before you can return the childish favor, she launches at you and pecks your cheek. The gasp of surprise leaving your lips fails to encapsulate the deep-hitting confusion by this seemingly-random showing of affection. Like a lighthouse, you stand there—stationary, with a glowing head—while Yena’s giggles turn to full-blown laughter.

“Oh? Does Mr. Pornstar get shy at some unexpected love?”

“Y-Yena, why? Don’t tell me y-you’ve got feelings for—”

“For you? Hm…” Yena strokes her chin with her thumb and index finger. “Maybe I do, hehe, but that doesn’t really matter now. What matters is that you feel good and ready for your next job! It’s not going to be easy, you know?”

“So you’ll just avoid my question like that, huh?”

And Yena does exactly that. She grins, grabs your wrist, and drags you through the long, plain white corridors to another train station. Even with all the confusion she causes with her unpredictable outbursts, she seems like a good person who actually cares about you, so you might just play along with it for a while.

The two of you reach your destination, Platform 8. A lot of strong-looking, physically-fit men and women await the same train. The difference being that you wear the wrong uniform, have no idea what your job is, and Yena is teasing you with her constant hugs and tugs. A gentle push is all it takes for you to stop her. “Thank you, Ms. Choi. Your guidance was helpful as always,” you mock her with an Alienesque voice.

She sticks her tongue out in revenge, and as the train rushes to the platform, she quickly tells you: “I saw the girl you’ll bang already. She will make you go crazy, I swear! Her face is kinda cute, but holy shit, wait till you see her muscles. Oh, and don’t get hit by a tree or log or something. I’d really hate seeing such a face go to waste.”

Never in your life has your hatred for artificial light been stronger. Relentless and with not a hint of mercy, an enormous spotlight does its best mid-August-sun impression by almost scorching your skin. The only solace for you: three large oak trees atop this small hill. After carrying all the equipment for your job—chopping logs of wood into small, thin planks—through the harsh light, you continue your tedious and repetitive work.

Place a log down. Swing the ax, down, up, down, up. Too many times, the blade gets stuck in a log, interrupting your process. Then, sort the produced planks. The ones that are too thin, too uneven, too ugly are useless and get thrown down the hill. All the worthy planks are put in blue plastic baskets that look like they were stolen from a dump.

When one log is finished, you go onto the next.

Place it down, swing the ax, pull it out, repeat, repeat, repeat.

Worthy. Worthy. Ugly. Uneven. Worthy. Thin. Thin. Uneven.

Your ax comes crashing down, creating another ugly plank. You turn around to a deep yet surprisingly-feminine voice that calls out to you: “Hey, dude! Need some help?”

A woman with an immaculate face steps forward from behind one of the trees. A green crop-top shirt almost hides her medium-sized breasts. An exceptional hint of underboob makes you salivate, just like the well-toned abs further down her amazing body.

“Oh, it IS you,” she adds, as she wipes away the sweat on her forehead with the back of her hand, “I finally found you. Those damn Aliens, I—”

“Huh?” you interject with no regard for politeness, “You were looking for me? Do I know you?”

“Oh, shit. Of course not. I’m Heejin, your work and fuck buddy moving forward.”

You shake your head to break the trance your task had put you in. Heejin has the exact attributes Yena told you about, and the obviousness bugs you. The very fit girl reaches out her hand, and you grab it to shake. A firm grip, maybe to flex her strength, maybe just to show interest in you. Either way, you can’t get your eyes off of her biceps: strong-looking, yet definitely not too big to be mistaken for a bodybuilder. Perfection.

“Nice to meet you, Heejin. I’m sorry for being so rude. This new work got me distracted. And if I sound rude again, I’m sorry again, but wow… your body looks stunning.”

Heejin smirks and averts her eyes to the grass on the ground, a faint blush appears shortly on her cheeks. It makes you smile in delight that such a simple compliment could evoke such a cute reaction from this unique woman. With her deep voice, she exclaims her gratitude towards you:

“Well, thank you. I’m happy I was able to find you in this godforsaken plantation. These Aliens, tch.”

The woman sits down on the grass and leans back on one of the trees, her sweaty hair beautifully hanging down her shoulders. Only now do you realize that she is panting lightly. This forest is, after all, two square kilometers in size; she might have searched for hours.

“What about those Aliens? You think they’ll not bring you to me and then have the audacity to yell at you when you take a rest?”

Your tiny chuckle immediately stops when you see Heejin looking blankly at you.

“Well, I guess you haven't seen it—maybe it’s just the Aliens here acting up—but lately, they have gotten very weird. They forget obvious things, make clumsy mistakes, are uncoordinated and lack total consistency. A lot of guys just chill throughout work, as our Workers don’t even bother to show up, or don’t enforce the rules or trip over themselves. It’s completely different from just ten or so days ago.”

The squint in your eyes is not to block out Heejin’s blinding beauty, but because you are very confused with that assessment—until you remember what happened in the kitchen not too long ago: the main supervisor there forgot your chef’s uniform and seemed off from the usual behavior you were used to.

“Now that you mention it, I have noticed some odd behavior from them as well. And you are right, it seems recently. Although I have no clue if this means anything. I have not been around the stuff for all too long.”

“So you were asleep longer? Lucky bastard! And then you get to have sex with all kinds of horny, pent-up girls. We are not allowed to have any kind of intimate contact here… I bet it’s the same in most other units. So when I saw the video of you on one of the Helper’s screens—I literally did not wait a minute and signed up.”

You raise your eyebrow at the beauty sitting in the grass before you. She seems undecided between discussing her findings about the Aliens or wanting to fuck or get fucked. Check your surroundings just for a second: the only other people are deep in the forest, definitely not able to hear you. All other directions seem vacant of human life as well.

When you turn your eyes back to her, you see Heejin smirk as she flexes her godly abs for you. The saliva accumulating in your mouth almost falls out as drool when she leans back further, sweat rolling down the side of her head, hair sticking to her temple, and gorgeous, strong biceps.

Like a predator catching its prey, you jump on top of her, unable to resist the urge to feel up the skin between a layer of green fabric and blue denim.

“Damn, you seem greedy. You like my abs that much?”

“Shut up, Heejin. You are the one showing them off. I bet you like this.”

With one hand, you rub her tummy, feeling the strong muscles twitch a little, while your other hand moves further up underneath the crop top to her bra. Heejin moans in surprise, and the blush returns. Yet again, she is undecided, you think: does she want to be on top, the bro who fucks you or does she want to get fucked hard by your long, veiny cock.

“I can feel your inner conflict,” you whisper, cringing at your cheesiness.

“Damn, bro. Do you have like the force or something?”

While you lick at her neck and fondle her clothed breast, you hum your response:

“Nah, I can just see it in your eyes. They look fucking amazing by the way. Hm. I guess I have an idea how our scene should go.”

“Does it fuck with the minds of these motherfuckers?” Heejin asks, chuckling and groaning under your touch.

“Yes. And with yours too.”

Switch It Up, a hyper-modern device capable of changing setting, position, and libido in the blink of an eye, without warning. It does not say what will happen next, and it cannot be predicted—making it the perfect plaything for you and Heejin.

You both enjoy it all: being on top and dominating, or being at the bottom and receiving, but you could not figure out when to switch up your switch behavior. It’s absolutely perfect that such a device just finds its way into your life, changing it up drastically.

The first scene is in a bathroom. Heejin is just applying the final touch of makeup on her absurdly pretty face when you come crashing into the door and immediately grab her jeans and tear them down. The look of shock reflected from the mirror to you is short-lived, as you press her down at her spine and make her bend over the sink.

And then you sink into her, your length penetrating her tight pussy easily. Of course, she is not wearing panties; the device made sure of that. Use the obvious dominant position you are in and fuck the beauty from behind. Each thrust is hard and fast. You never know when the scene will switch, so enjoy this as long as you can.

“Fuck, Heejin, you’re so fucking tight! Did you train your pussy as well to milk a cock dry? Or are you just that slutty?”

“Ah, fuck, Daddy! Fuck me hard, fuck my hole, it’s all yours!”

A hard spank on her bare ass causes a ripple on the red mark.

“So you ignore my questions, bitch?! Take that!”

With a quick adjustment of your legs and hips, you now angle your cock at the upper part of her inner walls. The pounding gets slower, yet you hit a very sensitive spot very accurately.

“Oh fuck! Fuck, Daddy, oh my G-God!”

The scene is actually very well-designed: a spacious bathroom, a shower, a bathtub, the toilet is in a special corner and each tile looks bright and clean. But it all goes unnoticed when your cock can graze such heavenly texture and feel the incredible heat of Heejin’s breeding chamber.

“Such a fantastic pussy. Come on, squeeze tighter!”

At first, it’s only you who squeezes down on her hips to rock her body back and forth onto your stone-hard rod, but the rough treatment that does not care in the slightest for her enjoyment makes her even wetter, and her walls start to contract.

The sound of a bell.

Darkness engulfs two participants—everything changes.

The second scene: a beach. Empty, except for Heejin and you, which is why she presses you into the towel below you and rides you with her completely-shaved pussy. Not gently, not slow, not with love and care, but with full-on power and aggression. The slaps make you feel the texture of the sand underneath the towel as she slams you into it.

“Take that, you little bitch boy! Get fucked hard!”

Heejin grunts in pleasure, while you can only wince and whine at her vicious attack. Somewhere at the shore, a bikini and swim pants might get swept away into the vast ocean, but with her fast fucking it’s not something about which you can worry.

Maybe you can worry about her nails: they dig into your chest as she presses you further down. Raising it becomes impossible, as does moving your legs properly. All they do is tremble at the suffocation of Heejin’s pussy. A perfect shape for your cock; or did she mold your cock with it?

“He-Heejin, f-fuck—”

A lashing slap across your cheek.

“Shut the fuck up! Cry if you can’t take it. I’ll only fuck you harder then!”

The pressure her hands put on your heavily working chest is finally lifted, but her ass just continues to bounce hard on. And the hands don’t remain idle; she uses them to give sharp, stinging hits onto your thighs, making you accidentally buck up into her.

Tears get forced into your eyes. For Heejin, it’s just an added pleasure when you unwillingly willingly fuck up into her and make her cum. She gushes out a whole ocean on your abs while groaning deeply.

The sound of a bell.

Darkness engulfs two participants—everything changes.

At least, the location changes because things stay rather dark.

There is an empty alley in the middle of the night, some city, somewhere. Heejin is on her knees, skirt bunched up, soaked panties at her knees. You tower above her.

“Such a fucking slut! Already wet. I bet your pussy is already loose, whore!”

“You have no clue, tiny dick!”

“Tiny dick? It won’t feel tiny if I put it here.”

Align your throbbing shaft at Heejin’s rear entrance, and she squeaks. Through her deep voice it sounds just as adorable and fuckable because that is how it will end up in the world of Switch It Up.

An ass can be so enticing, thrilling, intoxicating, and with your cock drilling halfway into Heejin, you feel exactly that. The initial feeling does not overwhelm you, so you are able to plow away. The girl underneath you has her cheek on the cold, dirty pavement, deep breaths and pained whimpers evoked by your cock in her.

“Now try saying it again: ’Tiny dick.’ Are you even able to think anymore?”

Get a handful of her hair, a mixture of brown and blonde, and pull back. Make Heejin arch, make Heejin wince, make Heejin just a collection of holes for you to use. Her insane cunt is still unstuffed, although it is twitching with each of your heavy slams.

“Ouch, oh fuck, fuck!”

“Whore! Moan into the fucking concrete!”

Your free digits make their way down between her legs where she leaks endlessly. You insert three of them, instantly curling them and rubbing along slick walls. The search for her G-spot might be fun, but your real satisfaction comes from the tight ring her gorgeous butt hole forms around your cock. Fantastic.

Heejin succumbs to screams- Her mouth leaks like a broken tap and it is even worse between her legs as well. Your fingers make sure she gushes juice by stimulating her through double penetration.

A sudden, too-strong hit of your pelvis against her marvelous bottom, makes her fall bosom-first on the ground. It was just too much for her legs. You liked prone bone the same and it doesn’t matter: she will get fucked into the next climax regardless.

“Ah, Daddy, fill me! Fuck me, f-fi—”

Heejin’s sound get so incredibly lewd, they would sound concerning to any passing bystanders. Not for you though. You frankly enjoy making her mouth do things that seem unheard of. And so—

The sound of a bell.

Darkness engulfs two participants—everything changes.

A plain kitchen for the next scene. A simple chair, but Heejin turned it into a toy for her own pleasure. Tied up, you sit there, naked and fully erect as Heejin aggressively pumps up and down, her hand wet from her own spit. You groan but an immediate hiss makes you gulp.

“One more sound from you, and you will regret it, bitch boy. Look at your pathetic dick!”

It stands at its full length, large as always, but the painful twitch makes it look rather embarrassing. Either way, it is what Heejin desires, so she climbs on your lap and slams her hot, wet pussy down on it. Well, it is your desire too, but the more you get into it with your whole body, especially your voice, Heejin cuts it off.

“I don’t want to hear anything from you.”

The deep voice threatens, and her hands follow up by constricting your throat. Breathlessly, your vision becomes a hazy mess, although all you could see is a beautiful girl riding you. You can also feel it, of course, but the nerves in your head start to burst to make it all one push of ecstasy. The lack of oxygen starts to increase the feeling tenfold, and before you even realize it, your orgasm is inevitable.

“Bitch boy, fucking—make me cream!”

At her command, you thrust up, thrust into her, thrust through your orgasm, just to make her not kill you with those delicious-looking palms pressing down and blocking your breathing.

Like an explosion, it overcomes you two. The scene was just about to change, so it looks like the Switch It Up device starts to collapse: flickering pictures of scenarios, settings, and sceneries of familiar to obscure places.

A rainforest. A bank. An apartment. An extraterrestrial planet. A volcano. A spaceship. Your home. A tower. A void. A bathtub.

The only constant is Heejin, dripping of your cum and leaning on your chest. Happiness on her face. Yeah, you feel the same, but this chaos might have consequences for you, even if it is just the emotional weight of seeing your bed again.

So close, yet so far away.

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any way you want it | kth | m

— summary; in which your best friend, Taehyung, finds out about your unsatisfying sexual experiences and decides to put an end to that track record himself.

— contents and warnings; smut, childhood best friends, Taehyung x reader, bigdick!tae, breast play, oral (f receiving), dry grinding, dirty talk, tae has a praise kink, unprotected sex (be responsible!!), rough sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, Taehyung takes things personally but he has good intentions, this is what happens when mutual thirst gets suppressed for years of friendship

— words; 6.6k

— author’s note; i have no idea why but this fic was so fucking hard to put down into words??? I felt mentally constipated the entire time but it’s finally here

Taehyung wasn’t the slightest bit surprised when you called him at almost two in the morning, complaining about your newest nightmarish date and practically begging to come over. Like the good friend that he was, he made sure to tell you that you would be more than welcome to join him in his newest documentary marathon about aliens, and wondered if you could bring him some takeout on your way over there. Like the bad friend that you were, you said no.

To be fair, the nearest takeout place was across the city from his apartment (about thirty minutes away and in a bad neighborhood), and you were already having a horrible night as it was. Besides, you refused to take part in Taehyung’s search for a high blood pressure and cholesterol levels, arguing that it wasn’t the right time to stuff his face full of hypercaloric noodles.

But you did pity him enough to comply with his second request: a big pot of vanilla ice cream, which you were sure you’d end up consuming too. You were in a crisis.

As if to prove that the gods above were laughing at you, during the walk of shame to Taehyung’s apartment, it had started to rain (because of course it did), and your umbrella was only able to save you from the shoulders up before it crumbled and flew away from your gasp, rolling on the asphalt like a ball of dirt in a Wild West movie. By the time that you dragged yourself to his front door, you were completely soaked (and not in the way you had planned for that night to end), and about to break down crying.

Taehyung, like the angel that he was, helped you with your heavy coat and talked you into taking a warm shower before you got sick. He took the supermarket bag from you (where the ice cream had probably already melted) and walked you to this bathroom, excusing himself so he could grab you some dry clothes — and you only saw the ones he had picked when you got out of the shower.

With a silly smile dancing on your lips, you fumbled with the black booty shorts that Taehyung had jokingly gifted you that past Christmas — one that read “daddy’s juicy butt” in big, bold, neon pink letters over your ass — and then decided that your dignity was already dead by that point, so another kick wouldn’t hurt. Taehyung had also given you one of his favorite band shirts, which he only revealed during desperate times.

Your heart melted with the thought of your best friend trying to comfort you, and pulled the fabric close to your face so you could take a deep inhale, drowning in his scent. It smelled of that stupid cologne that Taehyung had used ever since he hit puberty, and a bit of fabric softener.

The two of you had an extremely close friendship, to the point that it got kind of strange at times. Ever since childhood, it was joked that you and Taehyung had been long lost soulmates — doing everything together, from going to school to laughing at the same exact jokes during movie marathons, often at the same moment and for the same amount of time. Before puberty hit (and the hormonal rage took over your first teenage years) you couldn’t remember disagreeing with him even once. You two had always been in sync.

But the uncomfortably close part only hit after you two went to college, and your anxiety for being a virgin in a sea of starving sharks got the best of you. After long conversations, you had managed to convince Taehyung to help you learn a thing or two about the art of naked wrestling.

Apparently it was weird to give your best friend a handjob and a blowjob for the sake of education. Go figure.

Regardless, your friendship wasn’t affected by any of that — even if you two had agreed to never mention any of it ever again — and you could always count on Taehyung to catch you when you fell.

Even if it was at two am on a Tuesday, after one of your nightmarish dates.

You threw yourself on the couch next to him, hugging your knees against your chest to form a barrier between you and the divine providence that had taken you to that point. You had half-assedly dried your hair, but pools of wetness had started to build on the back of Taehyung’s shirt.

Instead of accusing you of ruining his favorite piece of clothing, Taehyung reached for the remote and paused his documentary just as the narrator was starting to explain how hieroglyphs were actually part of an alien language. “Just tell me how bad it was,” he said, a mustache of ice cream melting over his top lip.

You took a peek at the bowl of melting vanilla on his center table, and decided that you would probably pass the desert for the night.

You glanced at him sideways, voice coming out monotone. “You sure you want to go down that path?”

Taehyung licked his sweet mustache off and nodded, clearly intrigued. “Yeah, hit me with it. You look like you need all the help that you can find.”

You sighed, turning around on the couch so you were facing him — legs still against your chest. “Okay so… I went to his place...”

“Yes…”

“And... we had dinner, talked for a bit.”

“How was the talk?” He asked.

You shook your head, trying to kill the memories inside. “He didn’t let me say a word. He just went on and on about this new website he’s working on, and how expensive his wine glasses were.” You scoffed, angry at yourself for ignoring the clear red flags of an arrogant douchebag. That was what the desperate need for immediate human connection could do to someone, you thought. “Apparently it’s supposed to be the next Facebook or something. Or twitter. I honestly wasn’t paying much attention.”

He chuckled. “Starting off strong.”

“That wasn’t even the main issue,” you said, lowering your forehead so it was touching your knees. You just wanted the world to end at that moment, so you wouldn’t have to go through those experiences again. “After that, we sat on his couch and started watching a movie. And you know how that goes, we started kissing, he pushed me down and got on top of me…”

“And?” He instigated.

With a sigh, you raised your head, meeting your friend’s gaze. Taehyung thought he had never seen you look so dead inside. And he had seen a lot from you. “And he humped like… my lower abdomen for about three minutes and came in his pants.”

Taehyung cringed visibly, taking one hand to cover his mouth. “Oh, man. That’s bad.”

You nodded, strangely relieved at his reaction. Part of you was worried that you were the evil witch in that scenario, that maybe you had done something wrong. “The worst,” you agreed. “Wanna know what else?”

“What? There’s more?”

“He didn’t even ask me if I was satisfied with whatever the hell that was.” You told him, bitterness dripping from your tongue. In the grand scheme of things, that was something silly to get mad over, but the fact that your date didn’t even have the guts to ask if you had gotten something out of that was ridiculous. “Not that I could possibly be. But it’s like he didn’t care and I was just a pillow for him to hump like a… sexually repressed religious teen, I don’t know.”

Taehyung only nodded, realizing that there wasn’t much that he could say to fix the situation. “Was he a good kisser at least?”

You sneered. “I think he was trying to crush my face with his.” You glanced at your friend, only half of his face bathed by the yellow and orange shades coming from the television. Maybe a documentary about ancient history and alien expeditions wouldn’t be so bad. Worst case scenario, it would knock you out, and you wouldn’t have to think about that mess anytime soon. “Also, too much tongue, just… the amount of saliva…”

“Got it. You can stop there.” Taehyung raised one hand, his eyes closing for a second. His palm lowered and met one of your knees, standing there in a silent attempt at consolation. “I’m sorry about your terrible date experience, dude.”

“If you could even call it that.” You ran one hand through your hair, suddenly overtaken by a wave of anger. “God! I was just… so… ugh! Like… ughhhh!!”

Taehyung, bless his heart, sometimes couldn’t understand the random neanderthal sounds you threw his way. “So... what?”

At last, your makeshift protection came crumbling down, and you collapsed on the couch dramatically, legs dangling off the edge. Taehyung thought that you were being possessed for exactly two seconds before you started talking again. “I did a full body shave for this night, Taehyung. Do you realize what that means?” His lips fell open, but, before he had the chance to answer, you continued. “It means that I really wanted to get railed tonight. Actually, I wanted to find a guy who actually knew what he was doing for once in my life.”

Taehyung chuckled, trying to disperse the tension in the room. “Come on, the dating pool can’t be that bad.”

“Oh, it’s bad,” you said.

He wasn’t giving up that fast. “How bad?”

You raised your head to look him dead in the eyes, a silent threat, before finally uttering, “Try no-man-has-ever-made-me-cum bad,” and crashing your head back against the sofa.

If you weren’t so hyper-focused on your own sexual melodrama, you would have noticed the thick silence that fell between the two of you, Taehyung’s face contorting into fifty different emotions within a few seconds. He thought that he had heard it all — from the secrets hidden in Machu Picchu to the obvious extraterrestrial influence on earthy religion — but no amount of bad documentaries could ever prepare him for that revelation. That didn’t make any sense.

“Wait. Seriously?” He finally found his voice and managed to push his doubt out of his throat. “You’ve never had an orgasm before?”

You chuckled, humorless. “Oh no, I’ve had plenty of those. Just not from another person.”

“How’s that possible?” he asked.

“I ask myself that every single day.” You sighed, forcing yourself to sit back up. Taehyung was staring at you like you had just grown two extra arms, and you wondered what an amazing sex life he must’ve had for that confession to get him so confused. “Guess I’m just really bad at picking partners, who knows.”

There was a soft grunt on your throat as you fixed your position on the couch, suddenly feeling the exhaustion of your entire day piling up at once. Your gaze mindlessly traveled to the TV — a big plasma monstrosity that Taehyung had bought compulsively during a Black Friday sale — looking at a white-bearded man pointing maniacally towards a specific, round-shaped hieroglyph. You didn’t even need to hit play to know that he was making it seem like it was an UFO, but curiosity got the best of you.

“Can you pass me the remote?” You asked, pointing at the small device that laid beyond Taehyung’s body. “I kinda wanna see what—”

“I’ve made tons of girls have orgasms,” Taehyung interrupted, looking at you like he had just clicked out of a transe.

You laughed at his monotone voice. “I’m happy for you, Tae.” You leaned over his legs so you could finally reach the remote. “That wasn’t a jab at your masculinity, I’m sure you’re a very caring partner, and I’m sure there’s tons of guys out there that—”

“I can make you cum too, if you want.”

You had just grabbed the small piece of plastic when his sentence hit you like a smack in the face, making you drop the remote back on the couch, eyes widening. “You… what?”

He suddenly broke eye contact, taking one hand to massage the back of his neck. “Did that sound as creepy as I think it did?”

“A bit, yeah.” You forced out a light chuckle, trying to break the ice. There was no sign of mockery in his voice, and you didn’t know how to react. You could not say that the offer wasn’t tempting (you’d be lying if you claimed that you didn’t think Taehyung was attractive), but his proposal was so oddly-placed that it sounded like a joke. “What are you talking about?”

Taehyung sighed, turning his head to look at the television. “I just think it’s really unfair that no one has ever made you cum before.”

You smiled. “That’s very nice of you, but…”

“And I want to help you with that.” He looked back at you. Oh, he was being a hundred percent serious. There was no longer a single ounce of doubt in your mind. “We’re friends, it’s not gonna be weird. We’ve done similar stuff before.”

“We were a lot younger, though.” You didn’t know why your mouth suddenly felt so dry, your fight or flight response kicking at full strength. You could tell that Taehyung was also trying to convince himself about the strangeness of the situation. “It’s gonna be kind of weird, yeah.”

“Not if we don’t make it weird,” he threw back. Was it bad that you were actually considering it? Maybe it was the piled-up exhaustion combined with the years of sexual frustration, maybe you were finally out of your mind. But you were really considering it. “I don’t wanna pressure you, alright? Just making a friendly offer. If you don’t want it, that’s fine.”

You kind of wanted it, though. There was too much accumulated libido inside you from years and years of unsatisfying partners, and you trusted Taehyung with your entire heart. It sounded like a safe enough bet: if all went to shit and it got too awkward, you two could just stop, no hard feelings. Besides, you knew that Taehyung cared about you, which was more than you could say about all your dates in the past couple years.

And the more you stared at him, probably looking like a deer in the headlights, the more you grew soft under his presence. At once, you were hit with desires that you had never considered before: you wanted to kiss those soft lips, wanted to know how his large hands would feel around you. You really, really wanted to know how it was to have a good sexual experience with someone, and you couldn’t think of a better candidate than your best friend. Even if you still thought it could be seen as a little bit weird.

But you also kind of didn’t care.

You licked your lips, finally finding your voice after a long moment of silence. “How… how would you do it?”

Taehyung turned his head and looked at you, noticing the expectation in your eyes. “How would you want me to do it?” He asked.

You tried to think, but your mind was completely blank. What did you want him to do? What did you like? Suddenly you weren’t sure about anything anymore. “I don’t know,” you admitted, glancing down.

Taehyung smiled at your nervousness, one of his hands moving to your chin and tilting your head up. “How ‘bout I start by kissing you?” He questioned, gaze flickering to your parted lips. “Is that alright?”

There were no words in your throat, so you simply nodded, closing your eyes as he leaned in.

Taehyung’s mouth tasted of vanilla and you thought, even for a moment, that you were in paradise. The second that his tender lips met yours, your anxiety melted away, giving space to a newfound flame of desire. Taehyung kissed you softly, sensually, taking his time caressing your mouth and drowning in your heat. His hand moved to the back of your head, pressing you closer to him and leaning your head to the side so he could deepen the kiss.

He sighed heavily into your mouth when your tongues met, his other hand moving to hold your waist. The position on the couch was kind of awkward for kissing, with the two of you sitting side by side, so it wasn’t an unwelcome surprise when Taehyung tugged you onto his lap, making you straddle him.

The kiss was starting to get hungrier, messier, a small whimper dying in your mouth when his palms traveled down to cup your ass, pressing you down against his semi-hard cock. Taehyung sighed and groaned at the feeling of you on top of him, loving the way that your fingers played with his hair, your body so perfectly tight against his. If there was any hesitation before, it had completely vanished by that point.

It caught you off guard when he suddenly broke off the kiss to ask you, “Do you like any pet names?”

You blinked, taken aback. “Hm? What?”

He placed a strand of your hair behind your ear. “You know, you want me to call you by something?”

You realized that Taehyung was really taking that personal service to a different level, and you couldn’t say that you were let down by it. If any of your past partners had the dignity to ask what you liked, you wouldn’t be in that position in the first place. “I… like being called ‘baby’,” you told him.

Taehyung smiled. “That’s cute. Baby it is.”

Before you had a chance to respond, Taehyung’s lips were back on yours, a dreamy sigh leaving his mouth as your tongues met once again. Only a few seconds passed before he shifted his weight to lay you down, never breaking the kiss as he positioned himself between your legs, hovering over you. Taehyung started trailing a path of kisses down your neck, his large hands slithering beneath your oversized shirt and caressing the skin of your stomach.

“Can I take this off?” He asked, tugging at your shirt.

You agreed and, within a heartbeat, that piece of clothing was already on the floor, and Taehyung was diving in to kiss the valley of your naked breasts. You moaned timidly when one of your nipples was wrapped by his lips, his tongue coming out to play with it. Taehyung’s other hand was occupied fondling your other breast, tugging and pressing down on it, and the sensations were taking over your mind.

“You have great tits,” Taehyung mumbled against your skin, switching to mouth your other nipple.

“I’m glad you like them,” you teased, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. You were letting out these cute little whimpers that were making him lose his mind. “Feels really good.”

“Yeah?” He asked, moving back to kiss his way up your neck. His tongue was hot and heavy as it danced on your skin, and you knew that those sucks he was giving you were surely gonna leave a few marks on your flesh. But you didn’t really care. “Gonna make you feel even better, baby.”

Your eyes fluttered shut at the pet name — it sounded heavenly when Taehyung used it with his deep, honeyed voice; his warm breath hitting your neck as he continued with his ministrations.

He kissed his way to your cheek, placing a small pec on your lips before saying, “Can you do something for me?”

You nodded. “What is it?”

Instead of responding right away, Taehyung’s gaze fell to your lips, and he was once again attacking them. That time, you weren’t able to hold back the whimper that you let out, your panties already glued against your core with how much he was turning you on.

One of his hands had trailed down your exposed abdomen, teasingly playing with the hem of your shorts. You held your breath when he tugged them down, bringing your underwear with it and throwing them somewhere in the living room. Taehyung grunted loudly when his fingers slipped past your folds, digging into your heat. His brain almost short-circuited because of how wet you were.

He broke the kiss and looked you deep in the eyes. “I want you to sit on my face, baby,” he said, and his request shot straight to your core. “Let me take care of you, okay?”

“Are you sure?” You asked. You had never done that before.

But Taehyung wasn’t sharing your reluctance. “Yeah,” he said, voice hoarse and eyes darkened. “Wanna taste you so bad. Sit on my face, please.”

And you didn’t need any more convincing than that. Taehyung helped you get up from the couch so he could reposition himself on it, laying flat on his back and watching as you settled yourself above him, thighs on either side of his head. The couch was the exact size for that, a little smaller and you’d have one leg dangling off the edge.

Taehyung took his hands to your thighs, running them up to your hips. His eyes were focused on your pussy, and you never felt so exposed when he started pressing you down lightly, guiding you closer to his mouth.

You held the back of the couch for support and did as he requested, lowering yourself until Taehyung had you flat on his tongue. Your breath trembled and caught in your throat when he licked a thick stripe from your entrance to your clit, humming around the taste before doing it again. Taehyung was an expert at erasing your worries because, with a few more licks, he had you fully losing yourself in his sinful ministrations.

It wasn’t long until you were whining out his name, your folds lazily dragging against his tongue as you started to grind on his face. “God, Taehyung!” You called out, hand coming down to tug at his hair. Taehyung grunted in satisfaction, the vibrations of his deep voice sending shockwaves through your pussy. “That’s… that’s really nice. You’re really good at this.”

He moaned in response, closing his eyes at your words. Taehyung was eating you out like his mouth was made for it, like he was starving for your taste and you were all that he could think about. He licked you from your entrance to your clit, playing with your sensitive spots and enjoying the tremors of pleasure that ran through your thighs, his hands locked tight around your hips. You sobbed and cried over him, making special effort to keep your legs steady as you rocked yourself on his tongue.

It was only when he decided to suck on your clit that you realized how absurdly close you were. You clenched your teeth and whined out, yanking his hair harder. “Do that again, please,” you asked and Taehyung, like the good friend that he was, was quick to comply. Taehyung wrapped his mouth around your clit in a way that had you trembling over him, licking and sucking on your sensitive nub like his life depended on it. “Fuck, that’s so good, Tae. Feels so good…”

He moaned again, more desperate this time, and some part of your mind understood the pattern that he was presenting you: Taehyung really, really liked your compliments. And you had no problem giving away any more of them.

“You’re licking me so well, Tae, you’re gonna make me cum like this,” you told him, meaning every word you said. Taehyung was a Greek god beneath you, staring up at you with those dark, focused eyes as if he dared you to cum on his tongue. “God! You’re so good for me.”

And then your praises ran thin, because your mind was gravitating somewhere else — seeking for the high that was dangerously close. It was only when Taehyung started toying with your entrance, brushing two of his fingers on it, that you came undone, crying out his name like it was a personal prayer.

There was a smirk on your mouth as you came down, a flooding relief that overtook you. You never thought that you could come so hard in your life, especially when it depended on another person, and you were so, so happy to be wrong that you could cry.

With shaky legs, you removed yourself from Taehyung’s face, straddling his lap and watching as his lips glistened with your arousal. His pink tongue came out to lick them, a hum on his throat as he took in your fucked-out expression.

“You did so well, baby,” he said, placing one of his hands on your waist. “Come here.”

Obedient, you leaned in and sighed as his mouth met yours. This time, Taehyung didn’t wait to eagerly insert his tongue inside your mouth, making you taste yourself on him.

He pulled away leisurely, his voice hoarse. “Can you taste how sweet you are?” He asked. “I loved making you cum on my tongue, baby. You looked so pretty.”

Taehyung breathed out, planting kisses on your neck, one hand trailing down to squeeze your ass. You whined at his tight grip and pressed yourself down on him, feeling his hard cock poking out against the fabric of his sweats.

Taehyung groaned at the stimulation, pressing down on your asscheek again. You rolled your hips on top of him, wincing in sensitivity as his member brushed your clit. “Loved your pussy so much, baby,” he continued, sounding like he was lost in a daydream, “I can’t wait to be inside you. Bet you’d be so tight for my cock, hm?”

“Yeah,” you managed to speak. Even if you had just reached your orgasm, you were still aching to feel something inside you. You wanted Taehyung more than you could understand. “I want you to fuck me, Tae, please.”

He breathed out, his hands tightening around your flesh as you rolled your pussy against his cock once again. Taehyung looked like he was one heartbeat away from completely losing his self control, and hearing you beg for him to fuck you wasn’t doing him any favors. “Gonna need to lie down for me, baby,” he asked.

With a few more shifts on the couch, Taehyung had you beneath him once again, your legs open for him as he removed his shirt and pants. It wasn’t long before his cock sprung free from its confinement, standing erect. You licked your lips at the lustful sight, pussy clenching in anticipation as you took him in — Taehyung was big. Bigger than anyone you’ve ever had, that’s for sure; long and thick and already leaking for you.

You would’ve cried out in need if he didn’t interrupt you. “What are you looking at?” Taehyung asked, the ghost of a smile creeping up on his lips.

Your stare oscillated toward his own. “That’s why you have such a good track record, your cock is huge.” You bit your lip, thinking about how good he would feel inside you. You didn’t know how it was possible, but you were pretty sure the last time you’ve seen his cock — back in the dark ages of your freshman year of college — it wasn’t as big as that. Or maybe you just didn’t have anything to compare it to.

“Hey, I just used my tongue on you, don’t ignore my efforts,” Taehyung teased, wrapping one of his hands around his member so he could pump himself a few times. The playful atmosphere swiftly shifted back, and, when he spoke up again, his voice was deeper. “You think you can take it?”

“Yeah, I can,” you said. You couldn’t be sure, but you were sure going to try.

Taehyung hummed, moving a bit closer so he could brush his tip against your pussy, coating it with your wetness. You closed your eyes in expectation, knowing that you’d love the stretch he would give you.

“You want it?” He asked, a touch of desperation covering his words. Taehyung was nearing his breaking point, and the fluttering of your pussy on his cock was making him go insane. “Want my cock inside your tight little cunt, baby?”

You nodded, frantic. The brushing of his thick tip on your hole was becoming too much, your walls clenching around nothing, seeking for something to fill you up. “Yes, fuck, I want it so bad.”

“Are you tight for me, baby?” He was trying to prolong that moment for as much as he could, keep the pretty face you made when you pleaded for him to fuck you burned in the back of his head. Making you cum once was a victory he would take forever, but making you cum around his cock might as well be his life’s biggest achievement. “Ready for me to fuck you?”

You cried out when he started pressing himself inside you, guiding his crown inside your pussy, then stopping. “Yes, Tae, just put it all in, please,” you whined, hands fumbling for support on his broad shoulders. Taehyung already had you clenching around nothing, you didn’t know what else he wanted from you. “Please, please, fuck me.”

Taehyung chuckled, looking down at where you two met. He was only human, and his self control was short lived. “Since you asked so nicely…”

Your back arched off the sofa as you felt the delicious drag of his large cock inside you, opening you up gradually, taking its time before filling you up to the brim. You gasped and sobbed at the overwhelming feeling, nails digging on the skin of his back as Taehyung groaned besides your ear.

“Fuck, that’s so good.” He let out a shaky breath, and you swore you never heard his voice get so husky before. “I just slipped right in. You’re so fucking wet.”

Your mind was an apocalypse of confused thoughts and forgotten exclamations, eyes fluttering shut as you dove into the sensation of Taehyung inside you — his hips angling backwards, tilting up just enough so he could move himself away from you core, only to come slamming back inside. The stretch of his cock was amazing, it was making you drunk, and all that you could think about was how much pleasure it was giving you.

“So-So big—“ you muttered, half aware that the words actually left your lips.

“How do you like it, uh?” Taehyung asked, his voice dripping sin and hunger. You could tell that he, too, was getting carried away by the feeling, his hips rutting themselves against you at a lazy pace. “Gonna give it to you any way you want it, baby.”

You bit your lip, a small moan leaving your mouth when Taehyung leaned closer to you, distributing hot kisses on your neck. You swore you’d be happy if you died then. “I like it rough,” you answered.

He groaned, apparently satisfied with your response. “Whatever you want.”

Taehyung got to his knees on the couch, deciding to put one foot on the ground for support, his hands raising your hips to help him reach even deeper inside you. Faster than your brain could compute, the shallow, lazy pace he had sat was being replaced with a harsh, fast pumping that made you cry out his name, eyes closing in sheer bliss.

“Tae! Yes, yes, just like that,” you sobbed, running one hand through your hair. You felt like your body was floating, every cell of your body overheating with the amazing pleasure that Taehyung was giving you. You never had someone fucking you so hard, his cock pistoning inside you, your body bobbing up and down on the couch.

Taehyung’s eyes were glued to the bouncing of your breasts as he continued to fuck you, a deep groan leaving his chest. “That’s it, take it,” he moaned out, quickening his pace even more. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, mouth opening in a silent scream. “Gonna make you cum so hard around my cock, baby. Gonna fuck you until you cry. Want that?”

“Yes, yes, please,” you moaned. “Feels so good, Tae.”

“You like my cock, baby? Like it filling you up?” He asked and you could only nod pathetically, your entire body too fucked out to even respond. “F-fuck, your pussy is so good. Tell me that you love my cock.”

“I love your cock,” you whined, feeling like a complete hot mess under his thrusts. “I — fuck! — I love your cock so much, Tae, it’s so big.”

Your words motivated him to fuck you even harder, his member hitting even deeper inside you. Taehyung was getting lost in the stretch of your pussy around him, the glorious sounds you were making, the lust that coated your face every time you called out his name.

“Shit, I don’t know how anyone could look at you like this and not want to see that pretty face cum.” He was breathing out hard, grunting every time your cunt tightened around him. Taehyung wanted to see you like that forever, taking his cock like a good girl, creaming all over him and begging to do it again. You were wrapping around him so perfectly, taking all of him so well, that he didn’t think he’d manage to move on from that anytime soon. “So fucking hot.”

Taehyung chased after your high like a starving man looking for food, experimentally changing the angle and force of his thrusts to see what would get the best reaction out of you. At last, after a pathetically loud cry from your part after he raised your legs up, it seemed as if he had found it. “I bet you’d be so tight cumming around my cock, baby,” he was thinking out loud at that point, trying to make sense of the pretty sounds and expressions you were giving him so eagerly. He wanted nothing more than to see you cum — it was personal at that point. “I wanna feel you cum around me, baby. Wanna feel it so bad.”

“I’m c-close.” Your nails dug into his shoulders, eyes closing tightly. There was a light heat in your cheeks and sweat on your forehead that was making Taehyung wonder if you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. “You’re so good, T-Tae, you’re fucking me so well…”

Taehyung thought that he could cum right then and there, pushed over the edge with those sweet words alone. He loved being good to you, loved making you feel things that no one else managed to before. He was intoxicated by that sense of superiority, drowning in your praise. He wished that he could fuck you forever.

“Cream my cock, baby, come on,” he pushed you on, his words hanging somewhere between an order and a breathless plea. You were getting so tight around him that it was making him crazy, your wetness coating his cock and dripping down between your legs like his own personal brand of aphrodisiac. “You can do it, come on. I wanna see you cum so bad.”

You smiled at him, a cute, fucked-out smirk that made Taehyung go to heaven and back. “So good for me, Tae, you’re so big,” you said, your voice so needy and high-pitched. Your orgasm was looming over you, pressing down on your lower body and making you see stars. It was only a matter of time before Taehyung got you crying out his name, back arching off the couch and mouth falling open in delirium. “Tae! Fuck! Don’t stop, please, I’m gonna—“

But your warning came a second too late, because you were already spasming around his length, body shaking as Taehyung thrusted hard inside you. Just as expected, you were absolutely fucking gorgeous when you came — all quivering lips and rolling eyes —, and Taehyung was beyond satisfied to know that he was the only one who saw that pretty face of yours.

“That’s it, baby, fuck.” Taehyung was starting to feel his own high approaching, called by the delicious tightening and releasing of your pussy around him. His thrusts were messy and harsh; his sweaty hair falling over his eyes like a cascade. “Can I cum inside you, baby? Can I fuck you full of my cum?”

You noticed the desperation in his tone and, with the throbbing of his member inside you, you knew that he wasn’t far. “Yes, please,” you said. “You were so good for me, Tae, you can cum wherever you want.”

And it was that final taste of praise that pushed Taehyung over his limit; waves upon waves of cum filling you up as he rode out his high. “God— fuck!” He cried out, drunk on the feeling of your walls milking the last drops of cum out of his cock. A few lazy pumps later, and he was collapsing on top of you with a mumbled, “F-Fuck.”

There was an instant of silence after his orgasm, the quietude only filled by Taehyung’s heavy breathing. You took one hand to his head, caressing the strands as a smile blossomed on your lips. “Well, I believe you now,” you said playfully. “I’m sure you made a bunch of girls orgasm.”

Taehyung chuckled, breathless. “Thank you, I try,” he said, looking up at you. The darkness in his gaze was gone, and it was just your best friend staring back at you. “You alright?”

“I’m great,” you admitted. You never felt so good in your life. “You?”

“Fantastic, thanks for asking.” He leaned back so he could sit up, running one hand through his disheveled hair before saying, “I’m gonna grab you a towel, hang on.”

Taehyung left you for a couple minutes before coming back to clean you up, tenderly wiping away the mess you two had created. After he was done, he discarded the towel on the floor and crawled back to rest on your chest once again.

There was a comforting quietude that floated in the atmosphere, only filled by the muffled buzzing of his freezer and the vague sound of raindrops drumming on the window. You didn’t really know how to deal with that entire situation, didn’t know how things would stay between the two of you. But, at that point, you made the decision to keep those worries for the following morning and, instead, just enjoy his warmth radiating all around you.

The glorious silence, at last, was broken when Taehyung started mumbling against your breasts. “Hey, ___?” He called.

“Yeah?”

“How many dates have you been on?”

You hummed, thinking for a moment. “Ever?”

Taehyung made a clicking sound with his tongue. “I don’t know, like, this past year.”

“Uh… like… five or six? I think?” You answered, looking down to meet his gaze. You knew that wicked expression very well. “Why?”

He smiled. “Because we have a lot of shitty dates to make up for.”

#bts fic #bts smut #taehyung smut #taehyung fic #bts #taehyung #kim taehyung #taehyung x you #taehyung x reader #bts x you #bts x reader #reader insert #smut #au #taehyung au #bts au

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rantingcrocodile · 3 years

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Puberty really is a trauma for girls that not a lot of people talk about.

There’s the growing pains, of course. The sore legs in particular that adults forget about and doctors scoff at, where girls are told they’re looking for attention or to get out of school when the stretching burn makes it hard to walk. Aches in the hips that make standing for too long teary-eyed. The ache in the chest over breasts that they know are coming, but are alien to start anyway.

Hot, cold. Hot, cold. Extra sweat. Skin changes. “Puppy fat” changing into more alien curves. Hair out of nowhere, taking over.

The cramps that come and go. But even though they’re described as cramps, it can be like knives in the gut on a constant, slow turn, where a simple stretch can be agony.

And the bloating. Bloating that can make girls move up and down one, two, three sizes in their clothes at worst, right in the middle of schoolyard cruelties and obsessions over looks, where other young teens latch on to any insecurity like sharks for popularity and self-protection.

The underwear stains. Discharge without warning.

The first spotting that girls might be prepared for, and are terrified anyway. The spotting that’s a mystery to the point where those girls think that they must be dying.

Then there’s the blood. Filthy, stinking, unnatural. It’s a secret. Hide the pads. Use tampons. Something-something toxic shock syndrome, but if you don’t use tampons, or you can’t use tampons, or they scare you, then you should be ashamed and that’s gross. But you should also be ashamed to use any sanitary products anyway.

The first chunk of “liver” that escapes the body. That horror in seeing something that no one discusses. What is it? Am I a freak?

How much pain is normal? How much blood is normal? Is there supposed to be light-headedness? Every other woman must go through it and never say a word, keep it to themselves, so it must be fine, it has to be, but why is it all so scary?

So many physical changes.

Then the social ones.

Makeup rushing through your peers, with the pressure to grow up, be mature, look like a woman. The first desperate rush to self-sexualise, seeing skirts hiked higher, blouses unbuttoned down as far as teachers will allow in uniforms, the skimpiest clothing that some girls can get away with. Pressures for the first kiss, first boyfriend, why hasn’t she kissed a boy yet, is she a lesbian? and I heard she’s a slut, gross! depending on the mood and gossip. The social currency changing into whether the boys think you’re hot or not. Sabotaging other girls to protect yourself from bullying, or being at the bottom of the pack, a punching bag for everyone.

Sexual jokes everywhere as the boys pretend to be grown up by talking about dicks and tits and pussy and porn, you won’t believe what I jerked off to last night and wanking being a fun, rowdy topic of conversation, but any girls that even think about exploring their bodies are disgusting, because no one talks about it, it’s shameful and wrong unless it’s boys talking about something they’ve enjoyed consuming. (“Do you... touch yourself?” “...No, it’s... so gross...” “O-oh, me neither!”)

Health classes with the familiar outline of the penis and testicles and all the jokes about them, from the front, more often from the side, but then there’s only the vagina with that single, front-ways view, ovaries and fallopian tubes and no knowledge of the vulva at all. If they exist, they’re always small, neat, everything contained behind this little line, a perfect and small “natural” triangle-point of short hair above to show maturity.

One day it’s all pink, Barbie-Barbie-Barbie or I’m one of the boys and suddenly it’s sex-sex-sex through talk about boys and I should be mature for my age.

It’s no wonder that so many girls that face this jarring these days want to disconnect from the female, when so much of female puberty is shamed, silenced and treated as disgusting, while male puberty is, yes, those same growing pains, the sudden hair, but it’s also laughing over squeaky voices, random erections and jokes about crusty socks under the bed.

The girls who get through that completely unscathed, without any shame at all, are incredibly lucky and I’m very happy for them.

The others, myself included?

Well.

#crocodilian ranting #radfem #radblr

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dealwithityourway · 3 years

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Humans are space orcs.

Fake nails. Piercings. Implants. Nose surgery. Breast surgery. Tummy tucks. Elf ears.

Alien species examining the metal in the humans ears.

"Yes Zee?"

"Well human-james I couldn't help but notice you have metal in your skin in different parts of your ears. Is that something you are born with or to mark your level in your democracy?" Zee remembering seeing some tribes in Africa using similar pieces of jewelry to dictate leadership roles.

"I am not born with them, nor do they dictate my standings in our democracy Zee."

Zee gives James a puzzled look

"You better sit down for this one bud. So some humans choose to put metal in their ears as they grow up and go through life. Some parents even choose at an age as little as three months to pierce their children's ears. Other like myself chose to do so later in life"

Zee has a look of shock on their face. "But human-James! Why would you chose to do this to yourself?

"The honest answer? For fun" James shrugs

"I liked the look of them and decided I wanted them. Some people go even further in the process and pierce other parts of their body's. Eyebrows, lips, cheeks, tongues. The lost goes on and on. Some are even brave enough to get their reproductive organs pierced."

Zee looks disgusted as James explains piercings.

" I know it's a little strange and possibly a little gross to you, but for us it's a way to decorate our bodies. It's a way for us to enjoy the way we look more. In a way it's like how your species can change the colours of your stripes"

" We change the colours of our stripes as a form of communication not because we want to"

"This is a form of communication for us. Usually if I see someone else with piercings I know that I can talk to that person about it. Plus there are worse things we could do to our bodies than simply shoving odd bits of metal into it."

Zee looks at James with horror and intrigue.

"Alright Zee I'll show you some pictures and maybe explain to you some of the things humans do. So this here is a picture of what's called a silicone implant. Most commonly found in the shape of horns on humans heads or as other shapes on the tops of their hands. These here are called fake nails. So we take a plastic like substance and glue it to our nails"

Zee gets excited for a moment " OH! You mean like human-sarah does!"

"Yes Zee, just like Sarah does." James chuckles.

"Then we get into more complicated procedures, such as tongue splitting, making our ears pointy and multiple types of plastic surgery. "

Zee looks like he is about to deposit his breakfast back onto the table.

"I see. Well while this has been truly informative, I must now go pass this information on to others" Zee scurries from the table, his stripes changing colours as he goes.

#humans are space orcs #humans #space #body modifications

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theyanderespecialist · 3 years

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Breed And Mate The Queen 1 (One Shot) Xenomorphs X Marie OC (Alien) (Yandere)

[Hello My Sexy Readers, multiple of you have asked for this and here it is this is just the first part as their will be at least one more after this please enjoy!]

(no one's pov)

A woman sat at her desk, a light shining on this large, green, pulsating egg. She was here to inspect the life forms after another ship had sent out a distress signal. The entire crew was dead when they found them..so why she wasn't given back up- she had no idea. She wasn't even sure why no one remembered giving her the signal, she clearly was sent it.

Suddenly the power in the room went off as she looked around. Sometimes the lights go off, it was to conserve power, bit they should still me on

She sighed and went to go up and check but then she felt two things jump on her chest and she screamed her mouth wide as a third jump on her face. She felt it's arms wrap around her head as her hands went to pull it off as she felt her ship move like.something crashed into it.

All she could see was the underside of the creature as she tried desperately to pull it off as something underneath opened up..

She screamed she did not know what was going as her clothes are torn at the chest and something pushes into her mouth. Her eyes immediately widen. No way-- she wanted to research the life cycles--not be a part of them! She could feel things rubbing against her bra as she grabbed at the creature.

She grabbed at it as she bite down on the invading appendage.

It made a hissing sound inside me and tore holes in my bra

She suddenly felt that tail wrap around her throat as she was unable to breathe as she could.feel the others on her breasts as she wanted this to be over.

(This is where it's gonna get not so fun--)

She suddenly felt something trying to get in her mouth as she forced her throat to close as she took a moment..and head butter the door causing the creature to fall down as its legs moved as she managed to take the two off as she wiped her mouth and grabbed three containers as she leaned down

"I don't think so..fuckers." she said as she went out to shower.

After a very thorough shower and teeth brushing session, she came back only to see blood splattered in the containers as the creatures lay on their back, and their whole body was open as...another creature was in the containment tube.

"Okay what the hell are you?" She asked as all three looked at her and managed to press themselves against the glass.

"Are you dangerous or..okay I'm going to call this in- then I'm going to bed." She said as she was having A difficult time processing all of this. This wasn't in her job description. She managed to shoot the message off as she went into her sleeping quarters, and all was peaceful..until it wasn't.

Glass shattering was heard as she immediately hot up and ran to the lab, seeing three empty, broken containers.

"..oh no..no no no--"

"incoming message. Incoming message. Incom--"

"this is Dr.Riveral--"

"Marie you need to return, what you have were the same creatures that killed the last ship, the xenomorphs are extremely dangerous--" the voice was cut off as a loud, high pitched screech of an otherworldly creature was heard as Marie turned around..and there it was. A towering, massive creature, with no facial features..and as soon as it sensed her..it broke into a sprint as Marie screamed.

(cause the face huggers implant eggs that burst through your sternum..leading to death, but because they were ready to deposit the egggs- but failed to do so-- the chest Buster's bust out of them)

(Yup :D)

She went to run and got a bit away until she ran into two other creatures that looked the same as the last.

(XD Oh please dont assume Marie is your Queen XD)

She immediately turned back and began to run only to see the other one as she was soon trapped as her back hit the wall.

(I feel like normally yes they all know who the queen is, the issue is..I think that first off- two of them were literally dropped whole coming out, the third one was partially out- basically they are not proper, they would not be accepted..they think she is.)

(Oof)

They stalked to her they would never hurt their Queen. They needed to breed and mate her though. It was their job, that's what they were programmed for..it was their job.

One of them reached out and--leaned down as she looked at the creature, shaking.

What was it going to do to her!?!

It leaned in more..before kissing her-- at least it seemed like a kiss?

(Someone left the romance steamy channel on in the lab.)

(XD Marie! Why you leave that on shame shame!)

I blushed as it slipped a tongue like thing in

And the creature continued as it started to force more of the tongue inside as they all start to crowd around her..

TO BE CONTINUED

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS first part done I hope that you all enjoyed and stay sexy my friends!]

#yandere #yandere xenomorph #yandere various #yandere alien #Alien #a #alien xenomorph #alien x oc #xenomorph x oc #xenomorphs #mating #group mating #Queen oc #oc #Marie oc #Alien Fucking #part one #epicnessqueen

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jessikahathaway · 3 years

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Cosmos - Cornfield Sequel

Pairing: Min Yoongi (SUGA) X Reader

Genre: Alien!AU, Romance

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Explicit language, jealousy, Yoongi being an idiot (juss a lil bit), pregnancy sex (it's a lot I know), smut (it's pretty crap just so yall know), tooth rotting fluff (If I forgot anything please let me know!)

Words: 9.6k (see? I'm getting there)

Summary: Yoongi and you had been travelling together for a long time. You’d begun the terrifying journey of becoming parents. When a new person arrives in a way you didn’t expect, you and Yoongi’s relationship is sent into a tailspin.

It had been three months since you and Yoongi had decided to start trying for a baby. Your efforts, while valiant, have been unsuccessful. But Yoongi wasn’t keen on giving up.

“Y/N, I know we had sex yesterday but I believe that if I’m tracking your fertility cycle correctly today is the premium opportunity-”

“Yoongi, I love you so much but no, I started my period today,” you answered him.

“So I haven’t been tracking it correctly, good to know,” he snorted.

“No-wait. What the fuck why?” you shrieked.

“Because I thought we were trying for a baby, am I not supposed to know things like your fertility cycle?” he asked.

“You’re not supposed to be so blunt about it, no,” you said, raising an eyebrow.

“Sometimes I wonder about you humans,” Yoongi’s face crinkled, but his familiar gummy smile appeared. You smiled right back, coming forward to kiss him gently. Yoongi moved to deepen the kiss but you quickly skirted away.

“Ah ah, no sexy times today!” you said, walking off down the hallway.

“Humans are so fickle,” Yoongi said, heading toward his study.

Yoongi decided a change of scenery was very much needed for the both of you. So you wound up on the planet Rexulta. A beautiful planet full of bustling life and varying races. Even some humans were living on Rexulta. You were so excited to explore another planet, looking at the life and meeting new people. Just living like this made your heart sing.

So when Yoongi brought it up, of course you said yes.

“I’d love to go!” you said, excitement clear in your voice.

“I’m glad you're happy,” he said, kissing your head gingerly.

“I’m happy when I get to be with you,” you said in a mushy voice.

“Don’t say it like that, you sound creepy,” he said, pushing you away by your chest. You yelped, holding your boob in pain.

“Ow! Dick, don’t just shove on the boobs man!” you said, rubbing your breast gently.

“I apologize, I wasn’t aware that they were still sensitive, you stopped bleeding a while ago,” he sighed, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

“Whatever, coordinates! Let’s go!” you said, coming over to his side again.

“Yes yes, I’m plugging them in right now,” he said, leaning over the console of the machine he loved so much. You smiled and watched him work, pulling levers and pushing buttons. Especially yours, those were his favorite to fuck around with.

Soon the pair of you were landing on Rexulta!

Yoongi always went first to check and see if it was habitable for humans. Something you appreciated. He came back with the all clear and you were off exploring together!

You had landed in one of the planet’s cities, Ilmarion. It used to be the planet’s capital but after a fire burnt down the city it had to rebuild. You and Yoongi explored around the ruined edges, not really looking for anything in particular. When the mood suddenly hit you.

“Hey, Yoongi,” you said, trailing behind him slowly.

“Mhmm,” he answered, not really listening to you. But you pressed on anyways.

“Do you wanna, you know, investigate something else,” you asked, already cringing at your lame attempt at subtlety.

“Like what?” he asked, still looking down at his scanner.

“I dunno, like me?” you asked.

“You? What is there to investigate about you?” he questioned, head never lifting from his device.

“Rude, there is still a ton you don’t know about me,” you challenged.

“I know more than you think I do,” he said.

“Oh yeah? What’s my favorite color?” you asked, not really knowing the answer yourself.

“You don’t know what your favorite color is, Y/N,” he said, almost bored.

“What? Of course I do!” you said, not sounding so confident.

“Is there some particular reason you’re picking a fight with me?” he said, turning around to look at you, finally.

“I-I’m not trying to pick a fight-”

“Then what do you want?” he asked.

For some reason the way he was looking at you had you on edge. Normally Yoongi wouldn’t act so on guard.

“I just, y’know. Wanted to, well-” you said, looking at your feet.

“Is it sex? You want sex?” he asked, coming forward.

“Not so much anymore,” you said, now that he’d thoroughly ruined the mood.

“Okay,” he trailed off.

“We’re normally not so awkward with each other,” you pointed out.

“Sorry, I’m a little lost in my own head,” he said, bringing you into his arms.

“Mm, what’s going on in that sexy brain of your Yoongi?” you asked.

“Nothing much, well. I shouldn’t say that. There are a lot of complicated calculations going on in my head right now, but it’s okay. I’ll tell you later,” he said,

“Okay, just don’t get too distant from me. I love you,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I love you too,” he said, touching his forehead with yours. An affectionate motion he’d picked up a while ago. Smiling, you took his hand and led him off towards the city.

It was loud and almost stifling with how many people there were. But it was so incredible. The lights of the city were so soft and warm it made you want to curl up with a blanket. But the people were all so different. It was like a hodgepodge of different species all in front of you! Yoongi was equally impressed. He even saw a few of his own species lurking around. You had yet to find any humans, but the day was still young. Yoongi kept a tight hold on you, making sure that you didn’t get separated.

“Hey, there’s a cafe over there, wanna go check it out?” you asked, pointing down the road.

“Yes, that would be nice,” Yoongi agreed.

The pair of you walked down the road, investigating little stores that were there, or people watching. There was so much to see here!

Yoongi held the door open for you when you made it to the cafe. It was a pink building that stood out against the greyscape of the rest of the planet. It seemed to have been untouched by the rest of the soot from the old fire. Must be expensive to maintain this kind of paint job.

You shook your head of those thoughts and sat down at a table with Yoongi. He looked over the menu, knowing what a few of the items were and asking about a few others to see if they were safe for humans. Yoongi gave you a menu he thought was safe for your consumption and you picked from those. He really was a sweet guy when you got down to it. Your safety was his number one priority. Always making sure things were safe before you proceeded. Simple things that really made your heart pound for the man in front of you.

“So, what are you thinking of getting?” Yoongi asked, looking through the menu for himself.

“I’m not sure, the fried dough looking thing looks good though. I’ve been craving sweet stuff,” you said, mouth watering at the thought of some fried dough with icing on it.

“Get whatever you want,” he encouraged, waving the waiter down so you could order.

“Good afternoon! I’m Kim Seokjin and I’ll be your server today!” he smiled brightly.

“Hi, I’ll have the fried dough with icing,” you said, pointing at the picture.

“Very good choice, it's a favorite here, do you want jam with it or just the icing?” he asked, giving you the options of apple, polian fruit or blackberry.

“Yoongi can I have polian fruit?” you asked.

“Yes, you can,” he answered, looking out the window.

“Then I’ll have it with icing and polian fruit please!” you said.

“Very well, and for you sir?”

“I’ll have the same thing except instead of polian fruit I’ll have apple,” he said.

“Awesome, I’ll get those right out for you!” he smiled and walked off.

“Was he human?” you asked, staring at the pink haired man walking away.

“I think so, although his personality seemed a little much,” Yoongi said, pouting.

“Don’t like our overzealous waiter?” you asked, a smile on your face.

“It’s not that, it’s just... Nevermind,” he said, waving it off.

“Okay,” you said, looking out the window with him.

The planet was beautiful. Reddish pink skies with blue moons in the center of them. The clouds looked so soft like cotton candy and the people were all so different it made your head spin. But Yoongi was used to this lifestyle, unlike you. So he wasn’t as taken with it as you were. The cafe you were sat in seemed like an old diner from the fifties back on Earth, but the color scheme was yellow and purple instead of pink and blue or something more classic like that. But you didn’t mind it, a little change was good now and then.

“Y/N,” Yoongi said, looking at you.

“Yes?” you answered.

“Have you ever thought about marriage?” he asked.

You almost spit out your drink.

“What?! Where is this coming from Yoongi?” you asked, looking around to make sure your outburst wasn’t seen by many.

“Well I know it is a human tradition, something you do with someone you love. And normally you have children after you’re married so I thought maybe you’d want to get married before we tried having a child? Or maybe that you didn’t care or-I don’t know, it was just something I was researching,” he coughed.

“Yoongi, I don’t feel the need to get married. I have you and I’m happy with you. I know how much I love you, I know how I feel for you. I just don’t think we need to. But if you want to I don’t see why not,” you answered, playing with the straw in your water.

“It’s fine, whatever you want is what I want. But, it was something I came across in research and wanted to mention to you,” he said, seeming as cool as ever.

“Okay, I guess,” you said, when Seokjin came back with your meals.

“Here we are, fried dough with icing and polian fruit and fried dough with icing and apple jam,” he smiled.

“Thank you,” you said.

“Sure thing, is there anything else you need right now?”

“No, I think we’re okay,” you answered.

“Alright, just wave me over if you need something okay?” he said, before sauntering off in the opposite direction.

And the topic of marriage was dropped.

The next few days went by anticlimactically. Yoongi was into something else research wise and was going around and sampling and you weren’t feeling well so you stayed behind.

Although, when he came back there was another voice with him.

“So, as you can see, there is a distinct difference in the way this planet’s atmosphere was formed than on Opthamlima, where you come from,” he said.

You came around the corner and there she was. Tall, pale, almost white skin and hair that practically glimmered in the light. She was beautiful...

“Obviously, I knew this. But what do you make of the difference in atmosphere now than in Opthamlima. I believe it has something to do with the technology being more advanced on my planet. Here, it is almost a joke of how primitive it all is. But, the atmosphere is better, so does our technology have something to do with a deterioration of our planet? It is a wonderful point of study don’t you think?”

“I believe there could be a correlation there, but there would have to be sampling done from Opthamlima as well.”

“Yoongi?” you asked, looking between the two of them.

“Y/N, you’re awake, how are you feeling?” he asked, coming forward to check you over.

“I feel better, who is she?” you asked, looking towards the unfamiliar face in the hallway.

“I’m Madema, from the planet Opthamlima. You must be Y/N the human Yoongi is travelling with!” she said, coming closer. “I’ve never met a human before. Your species is truly fascinating!”

“Thank you?” you said.

“It’s no wonder why we don’t dissect you and figure you out. But, I know Yoongi has befriended you. This is all a jest, please feel free to laugh,” she said.

“I will when I find something funny,” you said, shying into Yoongi a little more.

“Oh goodness! You truly are something fascinating!”

“Yoongi?” you asked, looking at him.

“Don’t worry, she’s harmless. Another mind that has curiosity like mine in the universe, so rare to find it these days I had to pick her brain. You understand, don’t you?” he asked.

“Sure...” you said.

“Well, you should get some rest, Yoongi mentioned you had a fever this morning. You really should go lie down, wouldn’t want something to happen to you! Yoongi, where is your study, you mentioned showing me some notes from a previous voyage,” Madema said, looking down the hallway past you.

“Yes, yes, follow me. Y/N, if you need something come find me,” he said, walking off down the hallway with Madema in tow.

Something about him spending alone time with another woman made your skin crawl.

Especially one of her caliber...

But you did as he asked and went to bed, only to lay awake for hours.

Why did he feel the need to bring another woman aboard the ship? Surely he could’ve just brought the notes to her at a different place. Why bring her here? And what was her deal? Why did she look so...

Gorgeous.

Beautiful.

Everything you’re not.

“Damn it,” you sighed, getting up out of bed.

Yoongi still hadn’t returned, something that made it even harder for you to sleep than before.

Wandering around the ship you heard laughter coming from Yoongi’s study. That was odd. Yoongi didn’t really laugh a lot. He was more of a smile kind of guy. But on very rare occasions, you’d hear him laugh. Chuckle more like, but it still sent a shiver of pleasure through you knowing you brought him joy.

Knocking on the door you saw Madema sitting on Yoongi’s desk.

“Yes, Y/N?” he asked, looking at you expectantly.

“I can’t sleep,” you said.

“Okay?” he said, like he was confused as to why you were bringing him into this.

“Will you come and wait with me until I fall asleep?” you asked.

“I could but-”

“It’s okay, go with her Yoongi. She looks terrible, if you being with her could help her get some rest then I think it would be a beneficial endeavor,” she explained.

“I suppose you’re right,” Yoongi nodded.

“I’ll get going. It was a pleasure. I look forward to doing our research together in the future,” she said, brushing past you as she went to leave.

“Let’s get you to bed,” he said, taking you by the shoulders and having you walk to your bedroom.

Exhaustion hit when you felt Yoongi wrap you up in his arms.

“I love you,” you whispered.

You didn’t hear a response.

Yoongi was rarely home now.

Madema was taking up all of his spare time.

‘Oh, let’s go for lunch at the cafe and compare notes!’

‘We should go down by the water and take samples to see what stage of life the sea water is at!’

It was all very infuriating.

When Yoongi was with you, he was tired and distant. Not really looking or talking to you much at all. Every night you’d tell him you loved him, and you were surprised if you heard a response back from him at all. It broke your heart to know that the man you loved, wasn’t focused on you. Especially because you were starting to get even sicker.

It was all you could do to get yourself out of bed in the morning.

The nausea was almost disabling. But you rarely threw up. But it was enough for you to stay in bed and not move for most of the day. If Yoongi was concerned he didn’t show it. Checking your temperature in the morning, writing it down and then moving on with his day.

Days that were spent away from you.

Some days he’d bring Madema back to the ship to help him catalog his notes or to do some more research in the lab. Or even just to talk. You can’t remember the last time you and Yoongi had a real conversation. Something with substance.

You heard laughter down the hall again, loud and boisterous.

Madema.

It was like she was mocking you. And everything you had. Because now she had it. Yoongi could easily kick you out like a lost pup, and leave with her instead. Starting a new life with her and her huge ass. God, it was so hard not to be jealous when... when he hardly even acknowledged you were there.

Before trying to get affection from Yoongi was hard, now it was impossible. You were starting to forget how soft his lips were, how husky his voice got when he wanted you... Fuck, you were getting wet just thinking about Yoongi in the bedroom.

You could see him, pulling his shirt off in front of you and throwing it on the floor...

His muscles gleamed in the dim light of the bedroom. His hair messy from being played with. You felt your center throb with need for him.

But as he started walking, he was walking away from you. Towards the door. Where Madema stood, in a beautiful set of lingerie.

“I have her now, and we’ll make children. Something you can’t give me.”

Throwing the blankets off your body you stalked down the hall like an angry bull. Heading towards the kitchen to get something to drink. You got some water from the sink and threw it back, gulping it down thirstily. When you heard footsteps coming towards you.

You saw the two of them round the corner, both immersed in conversation.

“Exactly, I’m so glad you understand,” Madema smiled.

“Yes, and furthermore-oh Y/N, what are you doing out of bed?” Yoongi asked.

“Why do you care?” you asked, looking at him unimpressed.

“What?” he asked, seeming shocked.

“Nothing, nevermind,” you said, moving to put the glass in the sink when it fell from your grip and shattered on the floor.

“Y/N!” Yoongi yelped, coming forward.

“Stop, Yoongi, you’ll step on glass,” Madema warned.

“I got it,” you said, starting to pick it up when a wave of dizziness took over you.

“Y/N, are you alright?” Madema asked.

“F-Fine,” you stuttered out.

“You look really pale,” Yoongi said.

“I said I’m fine,” you answered. But the black spots blurring your vision said otherwise.

“You really should sit down,” Madema said, no real concern in her voice.

“I don’t need your help,” you growled at her.

“Where is all of this hostility coming from? Y/N?” Yoongi asked.

“Nothing, you two, I’m fine,” you said, pushing away from him and moving away from the broken glass. Just as you were about to book it down the hallway, you fell to your knees. Your legs unable to support you any longer. You heard the echoing of footsteps, but you didn’t really register them in your brain. But you felt cool hands on your sides, shaking you lightly.

“Y/N? Y/N!” Yoongi yelled at you.

“Yoongi...” you whispered, not having the strength to turn your head to look at him.

“Madema we should get her into the lab and do some bloodwork,” Yoongi suggested. But the second you heard her name come out of his mouth, everything seemed crystal clear again.

“No,” you ripped away from him yet again, and struggled to stand to your feet.

“Y/N?” Yoongi questioned, watching as you wobbled on your two legs for a second.

“I don’t want to get any blood work done. I’m fine,” you grit out, using the wall as you continued to walk away from them.

“Yoongi, she’s clearly in distress. Do you have a sedative or anything like that?” Madema asked from behind you.

“Yoongi,” you said, his blue head turned to you. “If you love me, please trust in the fact that I’m okay. You don’t need to do bloodwork, you don’t need to check me over. I’m okay. I promise,” you smiled, weakly.

“Okay, if you’re really sure,” he said, coming over to place his hand on your head.

It was one of the only times he’s touched you since Madema got here.

You relished in his cool hands, cradling you with such tenderness it made your heart leap into your throat. You wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him into a hug. Yoongi found purchase on your hips and rested his head atop of yours. It was so nice to hold him like this. Especially with that little space nerd watching.

Stealing a glance her way, you could see the jealousy in her eyes. Just to rub it in a bit more, you leaned in for a kiss. Yoongi obliged you and gave you a gentle peck in return, but it lit a fire in your stomach that you wanted quenched...

“Yoongi,” you whispered, tugging on his sleeves like you did when you wanted something.

“Hmm?” he asked, enjoying the moment with you.

“Come to bed? Can’t you continue your research tomorrow? Don’t you remember our research?” you asked, placing his hand on your stomach softly.

Yoongi visibly gulped as he felt the softness of your lower stomach.

“I-I don’t, um, you said you weren’t feeling well and I don’t want to jeopardize your health or-”

“No, Yoongi. By all means, abandon our research and have a little fun with your trollop over there,” Madema walked up to the pair of you. “But humans are only pets on Opthmalima.”

She started to walk away, and you felt a sick sense of gratification flush over you.

“Madema wait!” Yoongi said, moving towards her.

“Yoongi?” you asked, his hand still in yours.

“Y/N... I-I don’t...” he said.

“Don’t what Yoongi,” Madema said.

“Don’t make me choose,” he said, looking at the pair of you desperately.

“Fine,” you both said at the same time.

“Y/N, just go to bed. We can talk about this some other time. Madema go to the lab and wait for me there,” he said, letting go of your hand completely.

You stared at your outstretched hand like an idiot. But you really couldn’t believe it.

“No, I’ll make this easy,” you said, pushing past them both.

“Y/N!? Where are you going?” he asked, sounding almost annoyed.

“Doesn’t matter,” you said, turning around. “Cause you won’t have to see me again.”

Yoongi sat in the lab, the familiar sounds of his tech working always seemed to help him calm down. But not this time.

‘Cause you won’t have to see me again.’

What did you mean by that?

Were you serious?

Yoongi wasn’t sure if he could handle not seeing you again...

“Yoongi?” Madema asked, coming closer to him.

“Yes?” he answered, turning to face her.

“What kind of research were you and Y/N, conducting? No offense but she doesn’t seem like the brightest star in the sky if you ask me,” she said, fiddling with her drink.

“Ah, well... It became less research and more... How do I put this? Genuine affection,” Yoongi answered.

“What was the initial research?” she asked again.

“Well, Y/N is a human and she comes from a stagnant gene pool. We saw the result of infertility on Plasmaxine 9, and it was haunting. The way people were dying and life wasn’t able to find a way to come through once more. So, I started researching humans, and to see if there was a way to save them. Although, since humans are more primitive than most species, there isn’t a lot of books about them or their anatomy. So, Y/N offered her body up for research,” Yoongi said, awkwardly rubbing his hands together.

“How do you mean?”

“Well, we-uh... Started having sexual intercourse and attempting to have a child,” Yoongi said.

“Are you kidding? With her?” Madema said, looking off in disgust.

“What’s the matter?”

“Well, humans are so basal and primal. They don’t think with logic, but with their emotions. It’s almost sad how imperfect they are. That’s why we keep them as pets, we pity them. So, on Opthmalima, we give them to the labor force or we have them for an accessory. Especially children, because they are so rare.”

The way Madema was talking made Yoongi sick.

“An accessory? No species should be used as an accessory, or a show of someone’s wealth. That's truly disturbing, Madema,” Yoongi said, standing up.

“It wasn’t said to upset you, Yoongi. I know you’re fond of Y/N-”

“I’m not fond of her, I love her,” he said, firmly.

“I don’t know how much of it is love, or how much of it is a mutual dependence,” Madema said, playing with her nails.

“Explain,” Yoongi said quietly.

“Well, she was all you had for two years, correct? And she nursed you back to health after you crash landed in her cornfield. No doubt you feel indebted to her. She saved you. But after all that time, living in close proximity with her, it must’ve made you feel comfortable around her. And she was comfortable around you. You two are friends, and that’s wonderful Yoongi. But she’s a human, they are a dying breed. So are you sure you love her or you want to save her? When did these feelings of affection start on your side?” she asked.

“Shortly after she kissed me for the first time,” he explained.

“I see, then may I conduct an experiment?” she asked.

“What is your experiment-”

Then her lips were on his. She was warm to the touch, lips a little wet but nothing bad. Although, Yoongi couldn’t get over how wrong this felt. She was touching him, and he didn’t particularly enjoy that.

Pulling away, Yoongi looked at her with discomfort.

“I know physically I’m more attractive than Y/N, but we don’t have as much history. So the physical attraction should make up the difference for knowing her better. So, what did you think?”

“I didn’t particularly enjoy that,” Yoongi said, rubbing his face.

“Yes I know-wait what?” Madema said, face suddenly very shocked.

“It’s not the same with you. I don’t think it ever will be no matter how much I know you,” he said.

“That’s not factual,” Madema said, fist clenching at her sides.

“Neither is you getting upset by this,” Yoongi pointed out.

“I’m merely trying to show you that I have everything she has! And it’s better! I’m healthier than she is, I’m part of a good family with good genetics, so why not pick me to breed with? With our knowledge put together maybe our child could find a way to save humanity,” she argued.

“I don’t want to have a child with you, I hardly know you,” he said.

“Don’t Uzmanic males have offspring with at least 20 Uzmanic women? Except, you didn’t go to the breeding rituals did you. You’ve had intercourse with your kind but you never impregnated one did you. And now you’re having troubles impregnating Y/N. You said you’ve been trying for months. Uzmanic males are very virile, there shouldn’t be any problems with you getting Y/N, pregnant. And yet, there’s a hiccup in the system isn’t there?”

“I don’t understand what you’re insinuating,” Yoongi said, not liking this conversation anymore.

“I’m saying, maybe the problem lies in the pairing. Maybe you aren’t meant to breed with your kind or humans. Maybe you should try getting me pregnant,” she suggested.

“That is horribly thought out,” Yoongi said.

“And yet having a baby with a human isn’t?”

“I think I’d like for you to leave,” Yoongi said.

“Yoongi I’m only trying to go about this logically-”

“I’m tired of listening to you, I may have lost the best person in my life because of you. And I’m not going to take that sitting down. I would like for you to leave. And consider our research null,” he said, walking towards the door.

“You can’t do this!”

“I believe I just did, goodbye Madema,” Yoongi said, heading out to find you.

You’d left with barely any money or any of your own stuff. That was a little stupid of you, but it didn’t matter now. You weren’t going anywhere anyways. You gripped your sleeves as you walked through the abandoned streets. You had also been crying on and off since you left. You just wanted Yoongi to come up behind you and wrap his arms around you, protecting you from everything. But he was back with that stupid woman. No doubt continuing your research with her. She’s much prettier anyways...

A sudden churn in your stomach had you vomiting on the side of the road.

However, for some reason, you had this nagging in the back of your head.

‘Get a test.’

You weren’t even sure where to buy a pregnancy test around here, but this feeling inside of you. You had to take one. Now.

So you hurried inside of a local store, looking around and trying to find something that resembled the pregnancy tests you had on Earth. But there wasn’t much that seemed similar.

“Need some help?” a woman behind you asked.

“I-I’m looking for the-ah, pregnancy tests?” you said, wincing as you said it.

“Oh! Right here!” she said, handing you a pink box.

“Lovely, thank you,” you said, moving towards the check out.

Soon you were sat in the bathroom, looking down at the floor waiting for the minutes to be up.

It’s probably negative but you wanted to take one. As you thought about it more, you hadn’t gotten your period yet. Although it wasn’t late by much. But, as you looked at the clock and down to the test... It was enough.

The little plus sign looked back at you with almost a grave sense of finality.

“Oh fuck,” you whispered, leaning your head back against the wall...

Of course it would happen when you decided to leave him. You were shocked but at the same time, not surprised. You and Yoongi had been having unprotected sex for a while, and you hadn’t been feeling well recently. No doubt you were in the early stages of pregnancy. Looking in the bathroom mirror you lifted your shirt, rubbing your stomach gently...

“Well kid, what are we gonna do now?” you whimpered, the feeling of tears coming over you.

What would Yoongi say if he were here right now?

Would he be happy? Nervous?

You didn’t want to think about it too much. It just made you want to cry harder.

Shuffling your way out of the store you headed towards the outskirts of the city. No doubt there would be beggars there, but you kept your eyes down and head straight forward. There wasn’t much to see out here. Mainly old burnt down buildings and a couple of shacks.

You sat down in an abandoned house, looking around. There wasn’t much left there except a moth eaten blanket and an old couch. A couple broken mirrors and some old furniture also occupied the space. You sighed and went to go sit down.

You laid there for what felt like moments, but soon you saw it was turning dark outside. A chill ran down your spine at the thought of being out here alone. But you weren’t really alone... You rubbed your stomach gently, thinking of your future.

When footsteps alerted you to a new presence.

“W-Who’s there?”

“Y/N?” Yoongi’s voice echoed through the hall.

“Get fucking lost Yoongi, go back to Madema,” you growled, turning your back to him.

“Y/N, please listen to me,” he said, coming closer.

“Don’t, I don’t want to hear it,” you said, already feeling the tears starting.

“Please, I sent her away, she’s already left,” he said, pleading in his voice.

“It doesn’t matter Yoongi, it was clear who you chose,” you said, venom leaking into your tone.

“Y/N, please, I love you,” he said softly, reaching out to take your hand.

His cool hand made you jump lightly, but you couldn’t help how your fingers interlocked with his. He tugged lightly and you were falling back into his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, kissing your head slowly.

“I love you,” he whispered, rubbing his head against your cheek. Resting his lips on your shoulder.

You felt yourself melt against him, feeling so safe and secure in his arms once more. The anger and jealousy in your veins was slowly being stamped out. Yoongi’s lips were running along your neck and shoulder line, making you quiver lightly. Quickly, you turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I love you too,” you said back, tears flowing freely from you.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, petting your head gently.

“I thought you didn’t love me anymore, I thought that it was really over between us. And it killed me inside,” you sobbed, shaking in his grasp.

Yoongi’s heart broke a million times over at your shattered voice. The way you trembled in his arms.

“I’m so sorry, I’ve been a horrible partner. I-I can’t apologize enough for my behavior,” he said, wiping away your tears.

“Yoongi,” you whispered, looking down at the floor.

“Yes, Y/N?”

“I-I have something to tell you,” you said quietly.

“What is it?” He asked, concern leaking into his voice.

“I’m pregnant,” you said softly.

Yoongi froze in your arms, like a statue. You waited for something, anything to come from him. Although you didn’t expect him to fall to his knees in front of you.

“Yoongi?!” You gasped, moving to catch him but he slipped right through your arms.

“I’m okay,” he said softly, not moving.

“Are you sure?” You asked, putting your hands on his head gently.

“Yes, I’m fine, just... I’m overwhelmed,” he said, pulling you forward by your hips and placing a strong kiss to your stomach.

“Yoongi,” you said, smiling lightly.

“Stars you’re pregnant, Y/N, you’re really pregnant? Did you take a test?” he asked, looking up at you.

“Yes, it wasn’t an expensive one. But, maybe you should do some blood work back in the lab?” you asked.

“Yes, I concur. Let’s go home,” he smiled, moving to stand up. When his legs faltered. You smirked, and helped him stand.

“Come on you big lug, let’s get out of here,” you said, giving him a soft peck on the cheek.

He gave a gummy grin and the two of you walked out of there and back to the spaceship.

When Yoongi confirmed your pregnancy about a month ago you couldn’t be happier. The pair of you had laid in bed, looking at your stomach with such love and adoration it made your chest ache. But the longer you went on, the more you realized that you wanted him... Badly. And Yoongi was absolutely oblivious to your desires.

Any time there would be a smidge of sexual tension, Yoongi would simply brush it off. It didn’t seem to affect him one bit. But the longing to be with him, was starting to make you think ridiculous things.

But it was difficult when you didn’t think your partner found you attractive. Was it because you were pregnant? You were barely showing yet. You held your stomach protectively. Already feeling so much love for the being growing inside of you. But Yoongi and you hadn’t had sex since before Madema...

Mind made up, you decided to head towards the lab.

Yoongi had been running all kinds of tests on you and your baby, to ensure you and the child were healthy. But he was always tuned into your needs, at least of this variety, asking if you wanted to stop for the day. If you needed anything and if there was something he could do to lessen the symptoms.

He was so attentive in certain areas of your life that it made your heart stammer with so much love. And then there were the times where he was a complete and utter idiot and it made you want to pummel him into the floor.

Although love is all about that balance.

Walking into the lab you saw Yoongi, head in his notebook sleeping. A smile graced your features as you looked at him. He had a soft pout on his lips that made you want to ravage him even more.

Carefully you walked over and placed a hand on his back. Yoongi groaned softly, wiggling in his seat. You soothed your hands down his back, leaning next to his ear to wake him.

“Yoongi, wake up,” you said, kissing his head.

“Mmm, Y/N,” he mumbled, still in his dream-like state.

“I’m here, come to bed you must be tired,” you said, tugging on his shoulders lightly to get him to stand up. He ignored your pulling, but did open his eyes.

“You’re still awake? Are you feeling alright?” he asked, rubbing his eyes.

“I’m fine, Yoongi, you don’t have to worry,” you said, smoothing the frown off of his face.

“I just want to make sure,” he said, rubbing his thumbs into your hips lightly. Shortly after he was pulling you into his grasp, his head resting right underneath your breasts.

Softly, you ran your fingers through his hair. He almost purred in satisfaction. You kept moving your digits through the silky strands of his scalp, making him push into you further. A soft laugh escaped you, causing Yoongi to look up at you, blinking slowly.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

“Nothing, just never thought I’d have a baby, let alone with a spaceman,” you said, tugging his ear gently. He whined at your teasing but placed a soft kiss on your stomach.

“I’m glad you did,” he said, nuzzling into your yielding flesh.

“Me too,” you said.

The pair of you stood like that for a few moments. Just enjoying each other's company, no words were needed. It was just the two of you, together. That’s all you’d ever need, it felt like. Yoongi’s hands stayed appropriately at your hips, never dipping further and gripping the globes of your ass like he loved to do when you two were intimate.

Although you hate to ruin such a sweet moment with being horny, it simply couldn’t wait anymore.

“Yoongi?” you asked, voice coming out a little breathless.

“Yes?” he asked, eyes closed as he leaned against you.

“Can we have sex? You know, before I’m the size of a whale and you don’t want to anymore?” you winced.

Yoongi’s grip tightened on your body, pulling away to look at you. “What do you mean by that?” he asked, frowning.

“I-I just want to be intimate with you while we can,” you said, swallowing hard.

“Do you think my attraction for you has a time limit? That I suddenly won’t want you after you’ve given birth?” he asked, standing up to face you.

“I just, y-you haven’t been touching me lately and I assumed it was because of being pregnant-” Yoongi cut you off.

“I always want you,” he said, as if it were obvious. “It’s you who... who doesn’t want me,” he whimpered.

“What?!” you gasped. “What on earth made you think that?”

“We’re not on Earth currently, but I proposed to you, and you rejected it,” he said, looking downcast.

“I don’t ever recall you asking me to marry you,” you gaped.

“In the cafe, I asked you what you thought about marriage,” he argued.

“And then you said whatever I wanted is what you wanted! Yoongi, I never rejected your proposal because I didn’t know what you were asking me,” you said, smoothing your hand over his cheek.

“You said you didn’t want to, and I didn’t want to pressure you,” he said, biting his lip in frustration.

“Yoongi...” you said, watching his face look at you in anguish.

“I always want you... And when Madema came in and started making a mess of everything, when I thought I lost you, oh stars Y/N I’d never felt pain like that. I don’t want to lose you. I want everyone in the galaxy to know you’re mine, and that I’m yours. I even got you a ring, but when you said you didn’t feel like you needed to get married I-I hid it,” he blushed.

He bought a ring?

“What the fuck?!” you screeched, Yoongi flinched in your hold, making your heart lurch from emotion.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you say what you wanted? Yoongi, if I had known how much it meant to you-”

“That’s exactly why I can’t, because you’ll do it for me. Not because you want to be my wife,” he breathed. You watched the pain on his face, as he tried to smile through it. “But, I want you in anyway you’ll have me. And if that means I never get to marry you, then that’ll be enough. Being here with you, and our baby, that’s all that matters to me.”

You felt the tears rolling down your cheeks. Yoongi pressed soft kisses to your hair, telling you it was okay. That you would always be enough for him. You thought back to the history classes back on Earth. The basis of what marriage was back on your home planet. It was always signified as something necessary if you were going to be matching with someone, that you had to be married and had to make a life with someone you barely knew. But, back before everything went so wrong for humanity, it was supposed to be something done out of love, out of wanting the other person to be wholly yours and to be joined in body and spirit.

Yoongi was offering himself up to you body and spirit and you’d thrown it in the garbage. Your heart ached at the fact you had been so quick to dismiss him. You hadn’t taken what he was asking you seriously and he’d been hurt because of it. Because of you.

“Can I see it?” you asked, pulling away from him and looking up into his watery eyes.

“Huh?” he said, cheeks swollen from tears.

“The ring, can I see it?” you asked. Yoongi’s eyes widened, but he reached inside his coat pocket and pulled out the small box. He opened the box and waited for your reaction. The band was pure white gold, it was beautiful and sparkling in the light. The band had diamonds running all along it, finishing with a stone that looked like it was made of pure starlight. You’d never seen a gem like it.

“It’s a stone from my planet. I got the diamonds from earth and then I got this from, well... I told you already but, it’s a neuron star stone. It’s the final moments of a dying star, locked into a continuous loop that never ends, capturing the beauty of the moment forever. A moment that will never end, because my love for you will never end,” he croaks.

“You promise?” you asked, looking at the ring with red eyes.

“I promise you, my love for you is eternal and as infinite as the universe,” he said, kissing your lips softly.

“You’re supposed to get on one knee,” you said, giving him a soft smile.

“R-Right!” he said, collapsing to his knees, biting his lips.

“Close enough,” you giggled.

“N-Now what?” Yoongi asked.

“Now you ask,” you said. Yoongi’s face wavered for a second.

“You might say no,” he whispered.

“I might not,” you beamed.

“Y/N, will you marry me? Will you be my wife?” he asked, raising the box towards you with shaky hands.

“Yoongi, I would be absolutely delighted to marry you,” you said, falling to your knees and bringing your now fiance into your arms.

“I love you. I’ll love you until all the stars go black,” he said, kissing you gently. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back, just enjoying the feeling of his lips pressed to yours. Yoongi’s thumbs rubbed against your slightly swollen tummy, making you shiver in longing.

“I love you too,” you said as the pair of you pulled apart.

“Can I put it on you?” he asked, gesturing to the ring.

“Please do,” you smiled brightly. Yoongi took your hand, sliding the ring up onto your finger where it sat proudly. Yoongi kissed your hand, and pulled you close once more, breathing in your scent that tended to overwhelm him at times. But now, you just smelt like home. Safe and sound.

You two sat there for a moment or two, just basking in the happiness you’d been granted.

When Yoongi broke the silence.

“Did you say you wanted to have sex?” he asked, hands wandering from their place on your waist to your lower back.

“I-I may have mentioned it, yes,” you said. Yoongi kissed your jaw tenderly, making goosebumps rise up on your skin.

“Would you like to? I researched it, and it’s safe to do during pregnancy,” he said, grinding against you lightly.

“You researched it, huh?” you smirked.

“I was worried that I’d hurt you or the baby if we engaged in sexual intercourse during your pregnancy. Since it was difficult for us to get pregnant I didn’t want to endanger the child or you,” he said, not looking at you directly, but you saw the blush on his hot cheeks.

“You know for some people it takes up to a year of consistent unprotected sex before they get pregnant, I don’t think we had that much trouble. You were just impatient,” you said, pushing his chest lightly.

“I-I, uh... Well,” he coughed, trying to hide his need to be right over his pride.

“You’re such an idiot, come on, let’s go,” you said, holding your hand out after you stood up. Yoongi quirked a brow up at you. “Sex, come on.”

Yoongi was quickly on his feet and heading down the hall, you just giggled and went after him.

“Should you-ah! B-Be on your knees like that for so long? Let m-me get you a pillow,” Yoongi said, shuffling around while you had his dick almost balls deep in your mouth.

“Stop moving, I want you to cum in my mouth,” you complained as his wiggling pulled his cock from your warmth. Yoongi got you to kneel on the pillow instead, making him smile in victory.

“Why would I cum in your mouth? When your pussy is wet and waiting for me?” he asked, raising a brow. You swallowed hard at his words, biting your lip before moving closer to pump him a few more times.

“Let me go a little more, just a little longer,” you pleaded. “You got me a pillow and everything.”

“Never said that pillow was for you to keep kneeling on,” Yoongi smirked.

“Gonna fuck me?” you asked, breathless at the thought.

“Yeah,” he growls, kneeling on the floor as well. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you against his body and kissing your neck and shoulder. You trailed your hands up his waist and tightened on his biceps, grounding yourself to him. Yoongi groaned against your skin when he ground his hard member on your stomach.

“Jesus you’re so hard,” you moaned, taking his member in your hand for a moment.

Yoongi gripped your wrist, not hard but enough to get your attention.

“D-Don’t, if you do that I’ll cum and I want it all inside you,” he groaned. You gently pulled your hand away.

“Then hurry up and put it in me,” you whined, Yoongi looked at you in surprise.

“B-But are you wet enough? I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, kissing your shoulder with a tenderness that was so uniquely him.

“Touch me and find out,” you urged, rutting your hips forward. Yoongi hissed at the friction on his sensitive dick but reached down regardless. You’d already removed your pants, leaving you in your t-shirt and panties. His fingers made their way down your stomach, caressing the skin there lovingly. You smiled before he sunk his digits in your underwear.

Yoongi outright moaned at the sensation of your wet folds soaking his fingers. He pulled his hand out and brought his fingers to his tongue, sucking the slick off himself. Quickly you connected your mouths and eagerly tasted yourself on his lips.

“Bend over,” Yoongi growled, looking down at your drenched panties. You did as he asked, using the pillow under your knees to cushion your elbows. Yoongi palmed the flesh of your ass, watching with rapt attention as your center clenched around nothing.

You turned around and looked at him over your shoulder, sending him a daring gaze that made his cock throb even harder. Yoongi moved closer, pulling your panties to the side and stared at your wet pussy with raging desire.

“Take me, I’m yours, always,” you said, leaning your head down on the floor and raising your ass higher in the air.

“Fuck,” he moaned, taking his length in his hand before guiding it inside you with little hesitation. You cried out at the thickness filling you so suddenly, but you relished in the slight burn. Yoongi gripped your hips and helped pull you back a little further, finally sinking inside of you all the way.

“Oh shit, Yoongi,” you whimpered, feeling so stuffed.

“I’m not gonna last, fuck, fuck!” he snarled, leaning forward and bucking into you at the same time.

“Don’t want you too, just want your cum. Want you so deep, please,” you cried, reaching back for him. Yoongi’s hand intertwined with yours, locking you both into the solid rhythm he carried.

“You feel so good, Y/N, so good around me,” he whimpered, hitting that spot inside you that made stars dance across your vision.

You knew being pregnant made you sensitive, but were you feeling this way because you were pregnant? Or was it because of the man you were making love to? You felt the raw emotion climbing up your throat at the thought of marrying him, birthing his child and living together happily. It was everything you’d ever wanted and more.

Yoongi wasn’t good at emotions. No Uzmanic was, but, this feeling between the two of you right now? It was the most precious gift, beside the child nestled deep inside you, that you’d given him. The ability to love, the ability to be vulnerable and not have to be right all the time. It was so perfect, because it was yours. It was the love of the two of you combined that had made the being inside of you that already made his heart weep with joy.

Uzmanics were aloof creatures.

They valued logic and reason above all else.

But Yoongi found that you were his reason. Not in the logical sense, but in the physical sense. You were his reason to get up, to continue on, to be the best version of himself that there could be. You made him want to try.

The burning sensation in his eyes made him confused.

Was he crying?

Now?

Apparently he was.

“Oh-Yoongi, what’s wrong?” you asked, gasping a little as another harsh thrust came from him.

“I-I love you, so much,” he hiccuped, picking you up by your shoulders and molding your back to his front as he hammered into you faster.

“I-shit! I love you too, more than anything,” you said, breathless as he continued to pound into your sweet cunt faster and faster.

“I can’t hold it, I’m gonna cum. Want you to cum with me,” he said, breathing harsh into your ear.

“Yeah, wanna cum too. Just give me a little help,” you encouraged, placing one of his hands on your lower stomach and the other on your clit. Yoongi got the message and started rubbing your engorged pearl desperately. Like it was the last thing he’d ever do.

“Fuck, baby, cumming. Gonna cum,” he cried, burying his face in your neck and pistoning his hips faster inside of you. It almost hurt how hard he was going, but the burn was delicious as you felt sparks shoot up your spine as he played with your clit.

“In me, want it in me. Fill me up baby, come on,” you encouraged, locking your hand behind his head.

“Oh shit! Y/N!” he sobbed, hips stopping as jets of his hot seed filled you to the brim. His fingers didn’t stop on your clit, however, and soon after you were falling off the precipice yourself.

“Yoongi!” you shivered, body hot and sticky all over.

Soon, his length softened and he pulled it out of you with a little hiss. You fell forward, catching yourself on your elbows on the pillow. Yoongi fussed, bringing you into his arms. Carefully, he lifted you up and placed you in bed, walking to go get something to clean you up with.

Yoongi came back with a pair of boxers on and a wet cloth for you. Unconsciously, he placed a pillow under your hips, urging you to relax before stopping in his tracks.

“I-I guess you don’t have to anymore, if you don’t want to...” he murmured.

“It’s cute,” you smirked.

Soon after, you were both wrapped up in bed. Yoongi kissed your forehead softly, looking at you with nothing but love and adoration. Giving him a delicate peck on the mouth you closed your eyes and smiled briefly, this... This is love.

The night sky was always the prettiest right after a storm.

It seemed like the stars shined brighter that way.

You stood outside, wrapped in a shawl while staring up at the sky. You heard the sounds of your husband calming your distressed daughter. Yoongi was in love the moment she was born, and hardly slept the first few weeks because all he wanted to do was watch her.

Shortly, you heard your daughter’s cries calm and the door to her nursery shut.

The distinct sound of footsteps on the wooden stairs echoed through the sleepy night.

Warmth enveloped you as you looked up at the sky once more.

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered.

“It is,” Yoongi said, also looking up.

“I’m sorry I took you from it, for wanting us to raise Mae here,” you whispered.

“I’m not sorry. It’ll be good for her to have some stability when she’s little. Maybe when she’s older we can take her for a trip, I’m not worried about it,” he said, kissing your cheek.

“You’re so sweet to me,” you smiled, turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“You’ve given me everything, I think I can be sweet to you in return,” he smiled.

“Remember when you asked me to come with you that night? I was crying like an idiot and you touched my boob by accident,” you laughed. Yoongi’s cheeks blossomed in embarrassment.

“I thought you were dying! What was I supposed to do?”

“Not accidentally grope me,” you chuckled. “I’m so glad I went with you.”

“Me too,” he agreed, kissing your lips.

You fell into the rhythm of connecting like it was second nature. Your daughter was barely a month old but you feel like you hadn’t had him in ages.

“You know, I was terrified the last time I stood here,” he said, holding you.

“Why?”

“Remember that Uzmanics can see visions and other people's emotions? Even if you don’t want us to see them, we will. Unless we build up a tolerance and can effectively block that line,” he explained. “That night, I saw you holding a baby that looked Uzmanic. You weren’t consciously thinking about it. But, your heart was. And now we’re here. With our baby, and she’s so perfect. So utterly perfect, and healthy. All thanks to you,” he breathed, kissing your lips again.

“Well, it takes two,” you smirked.

“I’m happy to be of service,” he smiled.

“I’m sure,” you laughed.

The pair of you looked up at the sky, and suddenly, bright flashes of light came raining down.

“Shooting stars!” you cried, looking at them in wonder. “Quick you have to make a wish!” you said, holding his hand.

“I don’t need to,” Yoongi said. “I’ve got everything I’ve ever wanted and more... Right here, with you.”

This gave you pause.

“I have one wish. That our daughter will grow up healthy and strong and help lead humanity to a better tomorrow,” you said.

“That’s a big job for a little girl,” Yoongi commented, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“She can do it, I know she can,” you encouraged.

“If anyone could, it’d be her.”

“Still don’t have a wish?” you asked.

“Maybe one,” he smiled.

“Hmm, what is it?” you asked.

“Another baby, with you,” he said, blushing cutely.

“I guess that can be arranged. Maybe when she’s a little older?” you teased.

“Maybe. But I don’t see the harm in practicing,” he said, pushing into your personal space hotly.

“I’m sure you don’t,” you laughed.

“Perhaps another one then. I want our daughter to find love, like we did,” he said, resting his forehead against yours. “One that’ll be there, even if all the stars go black.”

You smiled then, kissing him passionately in the cornfield where it all started. With just the light of the stars illuminating you, you found peace. Because the love you shared, was wider than the cosmos above.

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