#pai wanted to see his boyfriend wet and i respect that!!!

[prapais]

payu: 🥰🥰🥰 pai: oh i hope they fall, why is only rain wet? what about my boyfriend?

[loveanddeepdick]

Thoughts on teasing Yuta with a super risqué dress while you go out… and maybe what happens when you get back home?

notes and cw: pervy yuta, consensual groping, HE TRIES TO BE RESPECTFUL 🙏, he refers to ur pussy with she/her, not proofread 😛

“you’re wearing.. that?”

yuta’s eyes rake over your body, taking in the silhouette of your body in the bathroom mirror as he leans against the doorframe.

“is there a problem, yuu?”, you hummed, putting on some jewelry to match your dress.

your dress

it was all yuta could look at right now. the satin fabric hugged your figure so tight that it made him dizzy. he swallowed, biting his cheek and praying that he could make it through the night without a noticeable boner.

“no, no! there’s nothing wrong, angel”

yuta took a step forward, standing behind you to tug down at your dress a little to cover your ass with what seemed like an inch of fabric. his eyes never left your backside, his hands lingering on your hips as he admired you.

“nothing wrong at all..”

at the party, he sat on a couch, his arms sprawled on the back as he conversed with yuji, his eyes never leaving your body. he had to keep watch over you, after all!

you danced with your friends, your ass swaying to the music as he watched it jiggle from every step you took. he could almost swear that he could see the outline of your pussy through your panties when you bent over.

he was somewhat paying attention to yuji, though, until someone spilled their drink all over your dress, the sticky liquid making the dress cling to your chest.

“so then, i told cho—“

“hold on yuji, i’ll be back.”

yuta immediately got up, taking off his shirt to put over your body, your poor dress forever ruined and stained from whatever mystery concoction your friend spilled on you. he pulled you toward a hallway and into an empty bathroom.

being the caring boyfriend that he was, he unzipped your dress, ignoring your whining before he grabbed a random towel, wetting it in the sink before wiping your chest with it.

in any other situation, he’d ogle at your chest, maybe take a short squeeze for himself but he was only focused on you at this point. he took his clean shirt and opened the bottom above your head.

“arms.”

“thank you yuta”, you huffed, still upset at your ruined dress but raising your arms, letting yuta put you in clean clothes.

yuta’s eyes scanned your body, stopping at your legs and realizing that although his shirt was big enough to make it look like you were in a damn dress, you still didn’t have pants. he bit the inside of his cheek, cursing at himself for the blood rising into his crotch.

the whole night, he’d been on his best behavior, resisting getting a boner while watching you in your slutty dress but the thing that tipped him over was you in his oversized t-shirt. you looking so pretty in your makeup and jewelry but adorning his shirt.

“fuck, it. c’mon”, yuta snapped, taking your hand to lead you back to his car.

“yuu? what’s going on?”, you gasped, following his heavy footsteps, his beaten up doc martins stomping on the wood of your friend’s house.

he stayed silent throughout the car ride home as well, hour heart beating in your chest from nervousness. he’d never been like this before.

when you got home, he was still a gentleman, opening your car door for you but once your front door was closed behind you, he was on you in a second, attacking your lips as his hands groped your body.

“mmph-!! yuu, what’s—“

“did you not wear shorts under on purpose? teasing me all night then ending up in my shirt all pretty with your pussy out?”, yuta groaned in your ear as he pulled away, his hands snaking around to your ass to give it a sharp slap.

you fervently shook your head, your pussy growing wet from yuta’s words while his hands travelled from your ass and into your panties. his slender, cold fingers dipping into your heat, collecting your slick as he bit back a grin.

“you’re wet. does it turn you on when you’re being such a dirty girl? you wanted everyone at that party to see this sloppy pussy, didn’t you?”

“n-no, just you!”

“yeah? how about i give this pussy a reminder then, show her that i’m the one who gets to fuck her”

[bbokicidal]

"Are You Serious...?" - Angst! [Maknae Line SKZ]

Notes : These are all obviously fictional situations, the red flags are just based off of habits we know they have (like Chan's need to be needed, Changbin being blunt/honest.) This post isn't me saying I think they have these red flags, it's just a fun angsty prompt I wrote down. If you don't like it, scroll and don't read.

Warnings : Angst with no comfort, red flag behavior - explicit warning for Han's scenario; Sexual talk, TMI, he shares information about your sex life with others. Warning for Felix's scenario; weight discussion, judgement. Warning for Jeongin's scenario; Physical contact (shoving, nudging, etc.), signs of disgust

Hyung Line | Part 2 Here

Han - Oversharing

"You should've seen it. It was so wet." Jisung had fully turned his body in his dining chair to face Seungmin beside him. The younger of the two was listening to Jisung go on about something that had happened the night before; Something that was sexual and involved you.

And judging by the way Seungmin's chewing slowed gradually and his eyes flickered around the table to see if anyone else was listening, he was growing uncomfortable with hearing so much information about his friend and his partner.

"Jisung," You reach to place a hand on your boyfriend's shoulder, catching the way Seungmin seemed to eye the others in a silent plea for help out of the conversation. "That's enough, baby. I don't think he cares to hear about our sex life." You laugh, trying to brush it off.

But he keeps talking. "She made a mess everywhere, Min. It was like those videos where the girls --"

"Jisung!" You snap this time, pulling on his shoulder until he turns to face you. His eyes widen and he stares, completely unaware he'd done anything wrong.

"What..?" He peeps, watching as you scoff in frustration and lean down to grab your purse from the ground. He turns further to face you, a few of the others quieting down as they watch you stand and nearly knock over your wine glass.

You tremble in both agitation and humiliation, pulling your bag over your shoulder before turning to walk away. "Get a fucking cab home, I'm leaving."

Felix - Ordering food for you / Controlling your diet

"Thank you," You beam at the delivery man, gently shutting and locking your apartment door to make your way back to Felix on the sofa. It's only moments before the coffee table is filled with food - two waters, a few packets of dressing, and two... salads.

Your look of confusion doesn't escape Felix but he doesn't speak up on it, popping the lid off his salad container and reaching to empty a dressing packet over top of the greens. He stirs it around as he watches you reach for the other, pulling it closer and opening it carefully so nothing spilled. "I thought we said yesterday we were going to order Tteokboki and.. -- Are you sure you ordered from the right place?"

"Mm." Felix nods, mouth full as he watches you. You spare him a glance before sitting up a bit as he swallows and speaks again. "I'm on a diet, sweetheart. There's things I can and cannot eat right now."

"Okay," You nod slowly. "I understand that, and I understand it's for your job but - I didn't... agree to this..?" You murmur, hoping it doesn't come off as disrespectful. He'd been the one to place the order and pay for it, and you appreciated that - you really did. But he hadn't said anything about what he'd ordered earlier; Hadn't bothered to mention he was dieting or deciding to order from a different place.

He blinks once, then twice, as if processing that you were unhappy. "Felix, I'm -- I respect your diet. I really do." You lift your hands as if surrendering, then gesture to yourself by placing both hands on your chest. "But you could've told me you were ordering this and I could've just told you what I wanted. I don't need to diet."

Felix's chewing slows as he listens. He's staring, gaze unwavering, very intently listening. He nods, then hums as if in thought, before his eyes slowly wander down over your form sitting beside him. When he looks back up and doesn't care to agree with you or offer a soft apology, you feel the humiliation sticking in your gut.

Your lips part and you stare, unsure of what to say after he'd just silently judged you moments ago. You stand from your spot and slip into a pair of shoes at the door, grabbing your keys off of a hook.

He stares, posture straightening. "Where are you going?"

You look back, opening the door. "Down to the cafe. I'm getting myself a treat - because I didn't deserve whatever the fuck that just was." The door swing shut behind you, leaving Felix sitting alone in silence with his sad little salad.

Seungmin - Being Evasive / Not Responding

"Seungmin."

Your boyfriend blinks down at his phone for the umteenth time since you've started watching him in disbelief.

"Seungmin!"

"What-?!" He barks back this time, dropping his hands in his lap and staring over at you. His lips are parted and he's tonguing at the inside of his cheek, annoyance written all over his face. "What? Why are you yelling?"

"I asked you twice what we were doing later. Are the boys still coming over or are we all going out?"

In the ten seconds it took you to get that question out, he'd lifted his phone back up and blocked out every word that escaped your mouth. Whatever he was doing was obviously more important. He sits quiet, doesn't give you any answer, and stares down at his screen without caring to spare you a glance.

"Kim Seungmin." You stare, fully turning in your seat to make sure he knows you're giving him your full attention. "Would you please answer me?"

He stays silent where he sits, tapping away at the screen. And you know from previous arguments like this he's likely texting Jeongin about his frustrations with you. He only looks up when he hears a soft sniffle, met with the sight of you wiping your reddened face with your sleeve. "Why are you crying now?"

You stifle a sob and turn away, tucking your hair back to keep your face clean. "Because you never fucking answer me. You make me feel like I don't matter to you and all you care about is who you're texting on your phone."

"Jesus Christ," His eyes roll as he stands from his seat, tucking his phone into his back pocket and walking down the hall. "I don't like talking to you because you act like a baby. Grow up." The bedroom door shuts firm behind him and it leaves you sitting alone at the table, sniffling as you text Chan in attempts to get an answer on the plans later.

Jeongin - Physically pushing you away

It's no secret Jeongin doesn't like skinship unless it's under certain circumstances; Usually only when someone is under distress and needs to be comforted. But being his girlfriend, you thought you could slowly ease him into being more comfortable with you and physical intimacy.

Yet even a full year into the relationship, you can't get Jeongin to give you a simple hug before he leaves for a week to Japan - or a kiss on the cheek when you bid him farewell in early morning hours to go to work. You're lucky if he touches you at all actually.

And it gets worse when he begins to actually show irritation. Your soft attempts at affection were usually met with him laughing it off or just standing there as you hugged him or kissed his cheek. But recently, he'd begun to grow upset with your ongoing attempts.

He'd given you a gentle nudge the last few days to show he didn't want you near. First it was when you'd sat too close on the couch and he'd bumped his elbow into your side to get you to scoot away; Then when you'd side hugged him before he left for work and he'd nudged you off of him as he grabbed his jacket.

Today, he'd pushed you. You understood if he was frustrated and you understood he didn't like the physical contact, but all you'd done was brushed against him to reach into the cupboard. You hadn't mean to come close and hug him or kiss him, you were trying to just make dinner. But he'd been standing there, and the ongoing attempts at affection had boiled over into anger, and he'd shoved you.

His hand laid on your side and he pushed you back hard enough to make you stumble, shoulder bumping the fridge as you turn to look at him in surprise. "Jeongin--?"

"Would you back off?" He bites, eyes narrowed into a glare as he stares you down, standing in front of the stove. "I told you a million times, I don't like being touched so just drop it and quit trying to rub up against me every fucking chance you get. You're being clingy and I can't stand it."

"I wasn't trying to," You breathe, stumbling over your words as you register that he'd actually pushed you away from him.

"You try to every waking moment of every fucking day!" He snaps again. You aren't sure what had pushed him to grow so angry but he'd never yelled at you like this and you were 100% certain you never wanted him to again. So you step back and pivot, beelining for the bedroom to get some space between the two of you. Tears form and your thoughts jumble in your head, pondering on if it would be best to excuse yourself from the relationship now - or give it some time.

[biteyoubiteme]

strawberry float

soobin x fem!reader

synopsis: who cares if anyone hears you two? you haven't had space all week until now

warnings: 🔞!!! slight voyeurism, thigh fucking, slight fingering, no protection, creampie, mentions of breeding, soobin calls reader bunny once, prob forgot some sorry

wc: 1.28k

an: feedback appreciated! this is apart of my float event! check out the other members fics [float m.list]

[m.list]

for months you and all your friends have been talking about renting a beach house to celebrate classes ending. Every day closer to finals was closer to you being able to relax on the beach with no other worries besides what you would have for dinner. the first few nights had been fine, everyone in their respective rooms only the walls were thin enough for you to hear people doom scrolling before bed, the soft hum of everyone talking, and the alarms that had been left on without anyone realizing until we were all waking up at six am.

the whole week you have been happy to spend time with your friends and your boyfriend's friends only you had little time alone. every night all of you would try to squish on the one couch in your rental, the rest who didn’t make the cut spilling onto the floor spread out as you all played Mario kart.

you’re sitting on the couch between your boyfriend's legs, his arms wrapped around you, chin on your shoulder. you’re half asleep after spending all day outside, leaning into soobin trying to fight your sleep. not even paying attention to the chatter you don’t hear that this is the last game, your eyes shut when you feel the brush of soobins lips against your cheek you give a sleepy hum. “come on let's go to bed,” he whispers but you shake your head, “no the games not over,’

he gives a soft chuckle, “It's okay everyone is tired too we are all going to bed,”

Everyone is standing and getting their things together to head back to their rooms, calling one of the two bathrooms to shower before bed, and heading to the kitchen to stay up longer. but soobin guides you to the room you’re staying in together, shutting the door behind you as you collapse on the bed. “I don’t even want to change,” you groan rolling over to your back. soobins standing by your bags pulling off his hoodie his shirt under riding up to reveal the smooth planes of his stomach, hair a mess up top his head like he's just run his fingers through the strands. you watch him get ready for bed, unbuttoning his jeans, and tugging down the zipper without pulling them down his legs. “Are you going to watch me all night or do something?” his brow hiked as he gazed at you.

you roll over again pressing your face into the duvet without answering. if you two were anywhere else you would have immediately acted on his teasing, gotten down on your knees before him or stripped down for him. and you knew yourself, once you started you wouldnt stop, the ache between your legs persistent enough to drive you insane. but soobins not having you brush him off tonight, not when your skirt is flipped up showing off your black panties, all your exposed leg, and the outline of your cunt enough to make him not care about everyone else in the house.

you feel his hand slide up your thighs and you turn your head enough to see him leaning over you. “we could be quiet,” he suggests, one finger pulling on the edge of your panties letting the fabric snap back.

“soobin,” you warn but it's lost to him when he's already this far into the idea.

“I'll be quiet, no one will know,” he slides his fingers over your covered folds, smirking, sweet dimple now sinful, “You can be quiet, can’t you? you’re already getting wet,”

you roll your hips back into his hand, “I don’t know…” you don’t trust yourself enough to know the answer to his question. the two of you lived alone and neither of you cared if your neighbors heard you.

“I won't even put it in,” but he knew even that wouldn't keep you from whimpering. he swirled his fingers over your clit giving you enough pressure to arch your back. “please?”

“Okay,” you breathed and soobin couldn't push his pants down fast enough. He was fumbling with your panties sliding them down your legs and didn’t even turn you around.

he pressed his fingers back to your clit sliding them down to your entrance to gather your wetness, he rubbed back and forth trying to get his fingers extra wet. Already you were struggling to stay quiet, teeth digging into your lip with every pass over your swollen nub.

soobin rubbed his fingers along your inner thighs, leaving you a mess before pressing you further into the mattress. he slipped his cock between your thighs, his tip knocking your clit with every movement, veiny shaft pressed against your folds, “ oh fuck,” he whispered at the end of a soft moan, “even your legs squeeze me so well,” he pressed his chest to your back, face right at the nape of your neck.

soobin gave slow thrusts to test the waters, finding a rhythm that both of you could handle without being too vocal. but with every drag of his hips, he was finding it harder and harder to keep his steady pace. He wanted to pound against you without worrying about the sound of his skin against yours, he wanted to hear just how wet you got for him, to let you know just how good you made him feel. but his pants were pressed right into your hair, hands on either side of you to keep his weight off of you. he could feel you getting so slick that he could have slipped right into you, pressed into your cervix, and breed you into the mattress like he wanted to but he couldn't, not here. it was taking everything in him to control himself before he pressed his hips closer to yours, the strangled moan you let out breaking his resolve.

soobin pushed himself up giving one long stroke almost falling out from between your thighs but instead he notched his tip in your entrance, your breathy mewl so sweet to his ears as he pushed into your gummy walls, pussy sucking him up just like it did. his groan rumbled his chest, face twisted in restraint to try to keep himself in check. only it wasn't working at all because you were cumming around him from the feel of him pressing into your gspot.

you buried your face into the duvet, fist balled in the fabric but it didn’t keep soobin from hearing your moans. everything felt too good and it didn’t take him long to follow your climax. your name lost on his lips as he came, slowing thrusts making lewd slapping noises from how sticky your thighs had become from the mix of your slick and his precum. he didn’t want to stop, every drag of his hips showing peeks of his cream covered cock. he didn’t even notice his soft words of affirmation, the breathy words leaving his mouth without his knowledge. “you did so good bunny,” hot air on the back of your neck.

the two of you tried to catch your breath and when soobin pulled out you let out a soft gasp at the emptiness. “I don’t think you were quiet,” you say looking over your shoulder, soobin running his hand through his hair.

It's only then that you realize you hear some of the other boys yelling across the house, “could you be any louder?” “some of us are trying to sleep!” your hands slap over your eyes feeling your embarrassment wash over you.

“oh my god,” you bury your face back into the duvet and you feel soobin kiss the top of your head.

“ignore them, let’s go clean up in the shower,”

[nxtaliaistyping]

Tim drake + recording sex 👀? Or like FaceTime sex? 👀

FaceTime sex with Tim Drake <3

18+ nsfw, fem reader, sub tim because I couldn’t help myself :(

You’d often compared Tim to something akin to a puppy. Not in a derogatory way of course, it’s just the way he was. He was just so desperate to please, so happy to make you happy, and especially so excited to see his beloved all the time. So naturally he doesn’t like to leave you for any stretch of time.

But when his brother Dick had offered for them both to have some bonding time in Blüdhaven, he couldn’t say no (and of course by bonding time, you know that really means beating up whatever drug gang Nightwing had been tracking together.)

However now, as Tim lays in the bed in the posh hotel Bruce had insisted on paying for him to stay in, he realises how right you are. He does feel like a needy puppy, his cock rock hard in his boxers as he thought about how sweetly you kissed his cheek goodbye. It really did make him feel like a perv, but as you ask to FaceTime him so innocently over text, his fingers practically shake as he presses the call button.

“Hi babe.” He says quickly when you answer, trying to seem normal. You however, see straight through this deception.

So that’s how you get him to strip for you, with the promise of tugging your shirt up to reveal your tits. Glancing at your phone screen, your eyes are immediately drawn to his cock, leaky and red at the tip as he looks at you with slightly glassy eyes.

“M’sorry, I-i was just thinking about you and-“

“Awe.” You coo at him, rewarding him with the sight of your breasts. “Got that hard thinking about me?”

He nods, reaching down and grasping the base of his shaft. A slight hiss escapes him, and with a slight nod from you begins to move slowly up and down.

“Miss you so bad…” he breathes out, and the sincerity bleeds through his cadence.

“Miss you too Tim.”

“Can you…” he trails off, flicking his wrist over his cock head in the way that makes him shiver, “can you touch yourself too?”

Always one to please, you laugh softly at his request before relenting and tugging your bottoms off, fingers trailing between your legs. You prop your phone up so the camera can observe your whole body, making a show of tracing your fingertips up your inner thighs and rubbing a finger along your wet folds. All of this was worth it for the gasp that escapes your boyfriend’s lips.

“So pretty…god you’re so fucking pretty.” He gets out, hand increasing its pace over his dick.

You feel yourself flushing at the praise, now pleasuring yourself properly. “You too.”

There was something that felt so naughty, so taboo to be masturbating in front of the lense of your phone, knowing that Tim was on the other end doing the same thing for you.

“Fuck, miss you so badly. Baby I need you.” He says desperately, fucking his fist more vigorously now as your own fingers speed up.

“I know…I know, I miss you too.” You reply, eyes firmly on the way he touches himself. God you wish you could run your nails along his abs, feeling his body shiver and writhe beneath you.

“Need you to ride me birdie, oh fuck.” His voice gets more and more desperate as his fantasies play out in the back of his mind. You on top, moving your hips rhythmically to feel his cock reaching the deepest and most delicious parts of you.

You both are moving so much your respective cameras rock and shake, but it doesn’t matter. So caught up in the sensations you both are feeling, emphasised by the visual of each other doing the same thing.

It’s Tim that finishes first, with a soft cry he spills all over his abdomen and hand. His breaths are heavy and stuttery, expansive chest heaving as he looks down at the mess he’s made. How sweet and vulnerable he looks just makes your cunt throb, fingers strumming against your clit with reckless abandon.

“Want you to cum.” He says, staring at your image on his screen while his fingers absentmindedly rub the cum on his skin.

It doesn’t take long before you cry out in pleasure, cumming for him just like he plead for. You remove your fingers, wet with your juices, before holding it up to the camera. His eyes go wide as he moves his phone closer. With a smirk, you lick your wetness off, causing a slight whimper to escape him.

“Baby…no fair.” He mutters, shifting as his spent cock is wracked by a pathetic twitch.

“Sorry.” You giggle, not meaning the apology whatsoever. “Can’t wait for you to be back.”

“Me neither. Gonna make you cum at least three times.”

“That a promise, pretty boy?”

He gives you a sleepy but cheeky grin. “A guarantee, birdie.”

[ihatedtoadmit]

Art study

pairing: Bang Chan x gn! reader

genre: ...suggestive

warnings: nothing actually happens, so none besides teasing

word count: ~1.3k

summary: You're doing an art study on muscles, and who's a better candidate for reference than your wonderful boyfriend who keeps feeding his delulu fanbase with half-naked pictures?

a/n: Well well well, Nat, you don't have to pay to see me write something like this after all (if you will ever see this, because no chance am I tagging you or anyone, dear). Here, have fun, this is the most spice anyone can get out of my asexual ass.

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You were a very reserved person, something your partner knew all too well. Every touch the two of you shared throughout the entirety of your relationship had no heat behind it, each one only fueled by pure adoration and love. Never once did a kiss turn hungry, hell, there had barely been any kisses the two of you had shared due to your lack of need for the action. Chan knew it all too well, and while he craved more, he also respected it. The last thing he wanted to do was to make you uncomfortable, and so he’d never stepped over that line.

That was the exact reason for his current shyness, the confusion that wanted to sit onto his face hard to mask. There he stood in your doorway, the desk before your hunched form cluttered with pencils and little crumbs of dirty erasers. You were entirely too focused on the task at hand to notice your boyfriend's presence, the song that flowed through your headphones much too loud to hear any footsteps or even words. And so you continued drawing, clueless about anything as your lover watched you work, eyes flitting between your sketch and the endless reference pictures on your screen.

Pictures about him, his back fully on display and unclothed.

A touch broke you out of your concentration as you erased a line for the fourth time, scaring you into throwing away the pencil in your clutches just so you could tear the headphones off your head.

“Interesting art you have there, love.” - Chan mused, yet his skin was as flushed as ever.

You joined him as you could feel your own skin heating up, ashamed that you’d been caught like this. Eyes looked at everything besides your boyfriend, yet you found comfort in that warm touch of his.

“I was just… doing a study, on muscles.” - the words were but a mere whisper, hand quickly reaching to minimise your browser and just hide it from a certain pair of prying eyes.

Still, there was a feeling clawing at the cage of your soul, ripping at the flesh to be let out and rampage freely. It was feral and vicious, planting a thought into your head that seemed impossible to get out, no matter how alien it felt. You could feel your breath hitch at the image that popped into your head, memories of the images you had been staring at for a while now overlapping.

The hand on your shoulder gently squeezed, breaking you out of your derailing thoughts.

“I don't mind, baby, it just… caught me off guard? Glad you enjoyed my performances though.” - Chan’s voice was light, mixing well with the shyness he was trying to hide.

It only urged that fierceness inside to break free, granting you a surge of confidence you would have never had otherwise.

Without any words you finally glanced up at the man you loved, finding him utterly handsome; you would hone your artistic skills for the rest of your life just to capture a fragment of that beauty. His skin was dusted with a faint red, ears painted by the deepest of shades. Those eyes you loved to get lost in were alight with an emotion you had seen them only hold whenever he looked at the boys, and it took your breath away within a heartbeat.

Your body moved on its own, towering over him as you now stood. His hair was still slightly wet from the shower he must have just taken, and you just knew he had been originally on his way to his room to swap his bathrobe for those comfy, black clothes he loved to don in his free time.

He searched your gaze, unsure, yet trusting. His hands comfortably placed themselves onto your hips; their touch was warm, the man before you always running hot. It was something you loved as he balanced out your always cold hands wonderfully, reaching the perfect temperature you both enjoyed.

“Hey, love. How was work today?” - you asked, leaning closer than usual as you swiped those dark curls out of Chan’s face. He leaned into your touch, eyes closing for a second as he thought about his answer.

“The usual, although Hyunjin managed to piss off Minho again. It was a shoe this time that was the weapon, by the way.” - there was an airiness of joy to his words, yet no laugh accompanied it.

No, Chan was entirely too enamoured with the look you were giving him, as if you were worshipping him with your eyes alone. And maybe you were. With each look you studied the way your lover's skin moved, the shadows conforming accordingly. It lured you in, as if Chan was the siren and you were his prey, fated to be drowned in the vast oceans and seas.

He didn't move as you took him all in, hands eventually unable to keep themselves away. Your fingers were cold against the warmth of his fair skin, and you could hear his breath hitch, the muscles inside his neck moving beautifully.

There was something different in your touch, that much he knew, yet he wouldn't have it any other way.

As if you had never seen anything like it before, your hands glided over any free expanse of skin you could reach, memorising how the muscles hidden beneath curved and jumped at your touch. Never once did your eyes stray, wanting to remember every little detail. You wanted your art to be perfect, after all, to represent the real thing as closely as possible and that meant every little detail in their complete glory.

Your eyebrows furrowed as the white robe blocked you off, and so you slightly slid it off from one of Chan's shoulders. His hold on you tightened and you glanced at him briefly, seeing an intensity burning in those dark eyes, one you had never seen before.

You were playing with fire, and you could feel the heat of the danger.

Despite the clear wanting signs, you ignored them much like Icarus, hands now gliding down your lover's arm. Each touch held meaning, praising him in silence, singing odes about this man’s beauty. There was something so intriguing about watching the muscles connect to skin and bone, oh so perfectly toned and reacting to every touch of yours.

You stepped even closer, breaths mingling together as you reached into his robe, mapping out the vast skin of your partner's back. Every dip, every rise and imperfection was noted inside your head, the scorching star in Chan's eyes only growing in intensity as time passed. Your eyes flitted between those deadly stars and his neck, seeing it strain, muscles so tight that they jumped out of the skin in that lovely V-shape you could never grow bored of.

Then, as if something snapped, he gripped your waist with incredible force, not giving you a chance to escape. Despite that, no fear took residence inside you, your now warm fingers still laid peacefully on his shoulders.

“And what do I owe this extremely special moment to, baby?” - his words were a deep rumble, eyes begging for an answer with desperation.

“For being the most beautiful human to grace this planet, my wonderful love. Be my muse, please. Let me draw you, let me study you.” - you answered, one hand now cupping Chan's cheek tenderly, despite the uniquely heated situation.

As if that was the magic word to undo his binding, your lover moved, hauling your taller form easily onto the bed with him. There you were now, sat on his lap as he looked up at you expectantly, the intensity and love never diminishing in those bright eyes of his. Your sketchbook was still sitting beside you on the bed where you had originally thrown it at, hands itching to take it and immortalise what you had engraved into your mind in the past few minutes.

“I'll be your muse whenever, baby. All you needed to do was ask.”

[yanderestarangel]

HEADCANONS MIGUEL O'HARA | FTM O'HARA X FTM READER

˚｡⋆.☆TW: afab anatomy, praise, t4t, use of testosterone, mention of dysphoria, fingering, smut, soft!boyfriend miguel, eat out, switch!miguel.

˚｡⋆.☆ I just wanted to write about ftm miguel ohara for a while now, I had never seen a ftm miguel x ftm reader, so... I wrote it.

♡ ₊ ˚— Contrary to what everyone at spidersociety thinks, dating Miguel is a happy and comforting experience, especially when you share the same struggle, experience and pain - being trans men - he is much more open to a debate when he knows that you. He is also an FTM person, thus beginning a calm friendship that in the future led to the two of you dating.

♡ ₊ ˚— However, obviously, O'Hara will not fall in love with you just because you two are equal, but because he saw in you a more peaceful and welcoming future, away from the pain that being a Spider-Man brought, he lost a daughter and he doesn't want to lose you either. He is a lonely, rude man, but deep down, he just needs to be loved too - if you are his safe haven, he will be yours.

♡ ₊ ˚— He will want to know everything about how you feel about your body, gender, etc. If you want to make a complete transition like him - major surgery, testosterone etc - he won't hesitate to recommend the same doctors who took care of him and will also go to every appointment you go to. Miguel will always be by your side, helping you make the best decisions to be comfortable with yourself, he will even give you the list of exercises he does and also help you train every day. However, if you don't want to touch anything and you feel good about your body, it will support you in the same way, regardless of everything, Miguel O'Hara is your boyfriend and respects you more than anything in the multiverse.

♡ ₊ ˚— If you suffer from dysphoria, he will find a way to make you see the incredible man you are, he will praise you, talk to you and use all the resources he can to make you feel good about yourself, Hugging you for hours and leaving you in his lap while he listens to your every outburst, running his hand down your back while whispering that everything is going to be okay.

♡ ₊ ˚— Miguel likes you to kiss or trace with your finger the scars from his top surgery, whenever he is shirtless, sweaty after a list of exercises, he will show off for you - he is attention-starved, Please pay attention to Miguelito - he will stand in front of you, smiling seductively as he watches you drool over his physique. "-You can touch me if you want, mi amor..." He would speak in a provocative tone, but soon the leader's 'don juan' banner would fall, when he saw you kiss his scars, making him blush and let out a soft moan, taking his big hands to your hair and caressing the locks, you are his soft spot... And he doesn't mind being a soft boyfriend with you.

♡ ₊ ˚— O'Hara also likes to hold your hand every time he gives himself testosterone injections. He's not afraid of needles, after all, he needs to apply ruptures too to make himself weaker. However, every time he applies it, being with you by his side is a refreshing sight, it's a quick action but one that means a lot to him and to you too. The futuristic Spider-Man will always hug you afterwards... But be prepared to also deal with the uncontrollable lust he gets after that.

♡ ₊ ˚— Miguel likes to fuck you, and be fucked. He will return home with a dripping pussy after an extremely stressful tiring day, the Mexican will not even give you time to think straight, just lifting you over his shoulder and taking you to the surface closest to the house - opening your thighs , exposing your pussy to him while he brought his lips to your core, hungrily licking your wet skin. “-Give me that pussy, be a good boy...” Miguel growls out, fucking you with his fingers and tongue at the same time. His own pussy twitches in anticipation as he continues to tease and tantalize you. "-So fucking good..," he mutters between suckles - Miguel pushed four fingers inside of you, curving them upward towards your G-spot. You let out a gasp of surprise at the intense stimulation causing waves of pleasure to course through your body. "-Like that?" He'll make you cum first, and then you'll be able to return the favor.

♡ ₊ ˚— O'Hara will rub himself against your face, his pussy dripping, taking extreme care not to hurt you with his weight. “-Fuck... cariño...” Miguel groans loudly into the room. “-Suck my clit harder... make me cum all over your tongue.” He feels your mouth enveloping his pussy, the warm wetness enclosing him in a way that sends shivers down his spine. His hips buck involuntarily against your face as he reaches out for your head, trying to guide it further downwards. He will shake and moan over your mouth, holding your hair tightly.

♡ ₊ ˚— He and you have a variety of sex toys, especially a custom-made and technological strap-on, which sends waves of pleasure through his pussy with each thrust he makes in your cunt. You'll be able to fuck him too, Miguel really doesn't mind letting you take control sometimes. He will want to be praised too, things like that. "-Such a good boy for me" "-Fuck Miguel, you are so beautiful fucking my pussy like that" "-I love you so much mi guapo" among others, make the brunete blush and whimper with pleasure, especially if you suck your nipples him, while fucking him until you're both a shaking, sweaty mess on the bed - he also loves to dominate you and talk dirty to you when it's his turn to dominate you. Things like: “-You make me so fucking wet.”, "-Let loose all those dirty thoughts about me… say them.", “-You like this? Wanting me so bad that even my pussy craves yours?", "-Do you want me to finger-fuck you hard and fast? Or should I take my time, exploring every inch of you?", "-Cumming soon mi amor..."

♡ ₊ ˚— Miguel also likes the 'scissor' position, making your two clits touch, a wet mess from both of your overstimulated pussies - he'll hold you close to him with his strong arms, dictating the speed - Or, he'll hold you close make you rub your pussy against his muscular thighs, while teasing you, just breaking you to the point of seeing you squirt on him, but, you can also do the same, kissing him while fingering every creamy wall of your spider boyfriend.

♡ ₊ ˚— After you two exhaust your energy fucking all over the house, he'll make sure you're okay, cleaning you up and kissing you, whispering how you pleased him and how lucky he is to have you in his life. The two of you will sleep cuddled together afterwards, with Miguel reassuring you and telling you that you can sleep in peace, that he will be there when you wake up.

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

[andillneverbethesame]

𝒔𝒍𝒖𝒕!

❥ remus lupin x fem!reader

❥ summary; you and remus can't be left alone.

❥ warnings; celebrity!au & soc. media!au

❥ a/n; inspired by taylor swift's "slut!". this is short af and it sucks, i'm sorry. but i wanted to finish it so badly......... hope u enjoy it anyway, ily yallll

the sun shone bright, its rays gently falling on your wet skin as you watched him swimming in your pool.

it was the first time remus came to visit you to los angeles as you've been in london thousand of times and wanted to show him the beauty your state has to offer. he seemed to like it so far, taking some rest from rainy england in sunny california.

the golden liquid you poured into two wine glasses almost matched the color of his hair as he swam from one end of the pool to another — to you. you handed him one of the glasses and he took it from you with a smile on his face. your fingers brushed with his, sending electricity through your entire body.

"to being young," said remus.

you nodded. "to being young."

clink, clink.

all you needed was him.

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later that day, remus took you out for dinner. you believed you've been in every single restaurant in l.a. but your boyfriend proved you wrong.

the moment you walked in, you felt almost everyone's eyes on you. anxiety rushed through your body. almost as if remus could feel it, he gave you a reassuring squeeze and the weight on your shoulders suddenly dropped.

he lead you to an empty table by the window and pulled out your chair. you sent him a smile before sitting down and he took a seat opposite to you.

that was when you made the mistake to look around, locking eyes with numerous people who weren't very excited to see you and remus together.

"ignore them, dove," remus spoke, reading the menu. "they're just jealous of how beautiful you look tonight."

you knew that wasn't the truth but you appreciated him trying enough not to say anything about it anymore. you nodded and picked up the menu and did your best to ignore the glares.

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@celebrityupdates

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@celebrityupdates well, who would've thought! actress y/n y/l/n and "the marauders" bassist remus lupin were spotted together yesterday on a date and then left together hand in hand.

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@user6346873 wasn't she literally dating sirius black like a week ago? bffr girl 💀

-> @siriusblack no, you bffr, she wasn't.

@remuslupinsgf NOO REMUS WHY. she'll cheat on you like she did on everyone else.

               -> @user2578584 name one person she cheated and give me a proof

                   -> @remuslupinsgf whatever. her movies suck anyway

@user742795853 slut.

okay, maybe reading the comments of this post wasn't the best idea, you thought to yourself as if it wasn't completely obvious.

it was the morning after your date with remus and you couldn't understand how these pictures were up already. doesn't the media have better things to do instead of not respecting your privacy and talking about whos hand you're holding?

what also made you angry was that none of the comments seemed to be mentioming the fact that remus recently broke up with someone. you, on the other hand, hadn't been in a relationship for six months.

not that you wanted everyone to attack your boyfriend but you'll be the one to pay the price for the things you two have been doing together. it wasn't fair.

"what got you upset like that?" you jumped at the sound of remus's deep voice from his spot beside you. you glanced at him, your eyes softening at how beautiful he looked lying in your bed with his hair all messy.

"nothing," you mumbled, turned off your phone and placed it at your bedside table. you sighed and got up from the warmth of your covers (and remus's body) before saying, "i'm gonna go grocery shopping. there's absolutely nothing in here. you want something?"

"i'll go with you." 

"i'd rather go alone. i'll be right back." 

and then you left him there, in your bedroom with confusion written all over his pretty features.

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there was no point in keeping your relationship a secret. everyone knew. the picture of your and remus's faces were plastered on the front page of every magazine in north america and united kingdom (remus's friend james said so). still, you tried your best to spend as little time as possible with your boyfriend in public.

unfortunately, as soon as you left the gates of your property to meet remus, you were blinded by the harsh flashes of the cameras. it took your brain a second to register what was going on. remus was waiting there. his two bodyguards were trying to keep the paparazzi away from the two of you.

"y/n!"

"y/n! over here!"

"y/n, what's your message to the haters?"

"y/n, did you hear—"

"i'm sorry," remus spoke loudly so you could hear him well through the voices of the yelling men. "they followed me all the way from hollywood boulevard to here," he reached for your hand and interlinked his fingers with yours. "we couldn't shake them off."

before you could even open your mouth to reply, you were interrupted.

"remus! there's a rumour y/n has been hooking up with sirius black. what do you have to say to that? is it true?"

he completely ignored the question. he knew it wasn't true. you knew he knew.

remus got the door of the car for you and waited for you to get in before shutting it close. when he took a seat next to you and kissed you a "hello" before saying, "you look beautiful tonight", it was easy to forget all about the reality.

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you both were invited to the met gala which took place the very next week. the theme this year was victorian england so you were wearing a pink-white dress with poofy skirt, holding an umbrella of the same colors in your right hand and remus's hand in your left. your eyes were practically glued to him. he looked so handsome in his white shirt, which he had a vest suit over, and dark grey pants. everyone seemed to think so.

while posing for photos on the stairs, remus suddenly turned into you. his face was, out of the blue, too close to yours. you could see it in his eyes, feeling like you could read his mind.

"it's a big mistake," you said, though your smile said otherwise. "it might blow up in your pretty face."

the voice in your head was screaming at him.

do it anyway!

and he's going to.

[nakaharaass]

Losing your virginity with Itachi headcanons

a/n: last month i started watching Shippuden for the first time (I read almost all the manga like ten years ago), and I've fallen again in the Itachi phase I went through back then. Also, English is not my mother tongue, so there might be spelling or grammar mistakes, or weird expressions. Likes and reblogs are appreciated! ♡

Characters: Itachi Uchiha.

Genre: nsfw, a bit fluff.

Warnings: fem!reader, penetration, oral sex (fem receiving). (Tell me if I should add something else).

Wordcount: 1.1k

You knew each other since you were kids. At first you were friends, but your relationship evolved, and now you’re lovers.

I can’t imagine Itachi having sporadic encounters. I see him as somebody who wants the whole relationship experience. If you want his body, you must accept him as your boyfriend.

That being said, your first time was also his first time.

Up until now, you have made out with each other, but things have never gone any further.

It was you who proposed doing something more. Itachi is very respectful, and he didn’t want to pressure you, so he had never said anything before

In the middle of your make out session, you wanted to do more, and he eagerly agreed.

Itachi keeps things simple on your first time: missionary style in a bed. There will be more times to experiment, now he wants to play safe. Plus, he thinks it’s a pretty intimate position, that allows you to look at each other. He doesn’t want to miss any of your reactions.

No doubts that while he was in Anbu, Kakashi lent him some of his erotic novels. That’s all his previous knowledge.

Lots of kissing while you undress each other. Itachi is going to take his sweet time admiring every inch of your body. And he constantly compliments you, saying how beautiful you are.

He’s completely selfless in bed, and he cares more about you own pleasure than his own. And this is a special occasion, so he’ll worship you as you deserve.

I picture him as a boob guy, so he’s going to pay a considerable amount of attention to each one. He massages one, rubbing the nipple, while he sucks and kisses the other one, slightly biting your other nipple.

Then he continues going down your body, and he eats you until you cum at least twice. He wants you to get really wet for what’s coming later.

As it’s his first time, his skills may not be the best yet. But being a ninja, he has full knowledge of the human body, and he definitely knows where the clit is.

He’s also very intuitive, and he will pay attention to all your reactions, and see what works out and what doesn’t.

While he’s eating you, he loves looking up at you and see your boobs, and your facial expressions of pleasure.

Please, pull his hair. It turns him on.

Then he introduces two fingers and starts carefully stretching you a little.

I didn’t say it before, but he’s consent king. Every time he’s doing something different, he’s asking you if you’re comfortable or if you want to stop.

No, but really, you may even think that he’s asking you too many times.

“Please, stop talking, and do something else with your tongue.”

jk, but if you say something like that, while grabbing his hair and guiding him back to your pussy, he will get incredibly turned on.

Please, moan his name, it’s music to his ears. It also boosts his ego thinking that he’s the one making you say such lewd noises.

He has to force himself to stop eating you. He could do it all day because you taste sooo good. He has found his new favourite dessert.

Once he’s done with you down there, he gets ready to get inside you.

He asks you once more if you want to continue.

When you agree, he slips his dick along your slit, before getting slowly inside you. At the same time, he incessantly kisses your lips and your neck, while massaging your boobs. He understands that getting used to his size may be a bit uncomfortable for you, so he wants you to be as excited as possible.

Talking about size, his girth is average, but it’s a bit longer (16.5 – 17cm), with the head slightly curved upwards. Perfect to hit all the right spots.

Once he gets fully in you, he stops so you get used to the new feeling. He continues kissing you, with brief pauses to praise you, and tell you how much of a good job you’re doing. He’s very vocal praising you.

When you move your hips wanting more, he gets the hint, and he starts a slow but constant pace.

Itachi’s on cloud nine. He can’t believe how good it feels to be inside you, how well your walls adapt to him. But he has to use every ounce of self-control to not go any faster. The last thing he wants is to hurt you.

More kisses all over your upper body. He will leave hickeys too.

He wants to hear you moaning his name.

Bonus points if you pull his hair or scratch his back.

Dirty talk too. While he thrusts into you, and rubs your nipple, he whispers in your ear how much of a good girl you are, with that soft and low voice of his.

He smirks if he notices that his voice increases your arousal.

He pays attention to your expression when he thrusts into you. When he notices that spot that makes you moan his name even louder, he makes it his mission to hit it constantly.

When you’re close, he rubs your clit to increase your pleasure.

He won’t cum until you do it first.

He doesn’t moan much during sex, but he lets a low one escape when he’s done.

When you two are done, he will slowly pull out of you. It’s your first time, so he’s being extremely nice. There will be more times in the future to overstimulate you (this boy is already planning things 🤭).

King of aftercare (is there anything he’s not king of?)

Lots of kissing and cuddling. It’s ok if you doze off a bit, but he won’t let you fell asleep. At least you have to get up and pee. He read that it’s healthier to do it after having sex, so you can’t refuse.

He also brings you water, and some snacks if you tell him that you’re feeling hungry. He starts preparing a hot bath for you two.

He cleans you up thoroughly before you get into the bath (think about Japanese baths), and he uses this as an excuse to caress and massage again every inch of your body. He will melt if you do the same to him (poor baby is touch starved 🥺) (I promise to write something where reader worships him because he deserves it).

You take a long bath. He embraces you, and he lovingly caresses your tummy, while you draw circles on his forearms.

Itachi is on seventh heaven. He wishes this moment to last forever.

You get out when the water starts to cool. You go to bed and cuddle until you fall asleep.

[arminmiflaco]

I was thinking about CM Punk (Phil) as your boyfriend. Smut!(not much), mdni!!!, ⚠toxic behaviors⚠

He is so arrogant and stubborn that he thinks he is always right, even when he is not, and inevitably wants to control you. You will never be able to dominate him, even if you want to.

The typical alternative boy and bimbo girl couple, you so sweet and innocent. He, a very disciplined boy, but a troublemaker... too much for your good.

He thinks you are his property, his jealousy is something you don't want to provoke! And it's not for you, but for those innocent people who end up paying the price.

Punk hates Jeff Hardy. According to Phil, Jeff has been lusting after you for a long time. You're a very pretty girl and that only fuels his jealousy, he doesn't want anyone else to see you but him.

When he found out that you and Jeff were friends, he almost went crazy, he wanted to smash his face in and never see you out of the corner of his eye again. He was mad, he thought you already understood that you can't have anyone else but him! Why do you have to talk to other boys? He has to be the only one in your life! Don't you have enough with him?

You have to understand!! He is so in love with you that he can't stand the idea of you spending time with others :(

Phil sits you on his lap and squeezes your cheeks so hard that it almost hurts.

- Doll, I hear you're talking to Jeff.

- W-what?

- I thought we talked about this, I don't want you talking to other guys.

- But that's not fair, I want to have friends! It doesn't mean I want to be with them :(

- You don't, but they do. Men's minds are so sick. I know Jeff, he obviously just wants a chance to fuck you.

- That's not true, Jeff is a good friend, he never talked to me like that...

- Y/N, I heard him say it, he's just another asshole who thinks he has a chance with you.

Obviously this was a lie from Phil to get you away from Jeff, but you never thought about it because you always saw Phil as someone who would never lie to you, who only cared about your well being.

You feel your heart breaking, you really thought Jeff respected you like you respected him, now your perception has changed and you don't want to see him anymore.

Punk sees the sadness in your eyes and hugs and kisses you, telling you how much he loves you and that he will always be there for you because he is the only one who cares.

☆°☆~

Now your hips are in the air as Phil mercilessly spanks you once, twice, even ten times as he angrily and lustfully claims you as his own.

- No one will ever fuck you like I do. No one will ever be able to have you.

Then he turns you over and penetrates you quickly. You were already wet from the foreplay, but it was so rough and unpredictable that you couldn't help moaning from the slight pain, little tears coming out of your eyes, while Phil ruins you in a fast way, kissing you almost without letting you breathe, with one arm hugging you, bringing you closer together and the other touching your tits. He would only stop kissing you to say things in your ear, his most disgusting thoughts about his jealousy and what he would do to you scared the hell out of u :( but at the same time you couldn't help but get horny.

☆°☆~

I'm sorry, I know there are mistakes (English is not my first language)

[mayumiiyuu]

Love!!!! I've 🍃🍃 and I just had the best idea for a Bokuto story! Imagine you are dating sweet himbo bokuto and after about 6 months you confess to him that you're a masochist (like Hori in Horimiya). You ask him to degrade you in public and he just can't because of how much he loves you and respects you. You keep encouraging him and eventually when you're being extra bratty during his MSBY practice, he calls you an attention craving slut or something infront of the team and drags you off home "you're going to regret asking me to degrade you". 😍😍😍😍😍

I LOVE YOUR MIND SO MUCH!!!!! I will give u a consensual smooch in the brain if you’d let me!!!

18+ content!!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT (pls)

timeskip! bokuto x reader

warnings: degradation, jealousy, spit kink

Bokuto loves you so much, more than anything or anyone else in the world, so when you told him that you wanted to be degraded by him in public, it through him for a loop. This boy does nothing but praise you so he’s lowkey questioning whether or not you actually liked it when he praised you in bed huhuhu poor baby boy just doesn’t know what to do with himself.

He’s so shy whenever you mention it, too, always so timid and blushy whenever you bring it up, especially when you beg for him to do it while you guys are in public.

but bokuto has his limits, and you were going to make sure to push every single one of his buttons until you got your way<33

usually you’d be a little quiet during his practices, giving him a little whoop here and there for motivation. but this time? you wanted to be an absolute menace. you’d say hi to him and his teammates, but this time you went so far as to giving them all a big hug, except for bokuto who only got a kiss on the cheek from you >:0 mans is fuming silently as you pay more attention to the other MSBY jackals rather than him, despite his silence, his serves and spikes are hard enough to take out someone’s hand as he slowly gets more frustrated.

he finally hit the tipping point when all of them were finally done with practice, you approached sakusa with such an innocent smile on your face, the man totally unaware of your devious plan to make your significant other jealous.

“hi kiyoomi!” you beamed, holding up your hand ina small wave, to which he responded with a wave back, only for you to take his hand and measure it out against yours. “wow, your hands are so big! good job on your serves today, I see you’ve really improved—“

“is that how it is, (name)? you wanna act like an attention seeking slut while your boyfriend’s around? hm?” bokuto all but yells out, causing the rest of the people within the vicinity to jump, and you take your hand away from sakusa’s almost immediately.

bokuto grabs you by your wrist as he drags you towards the locker room. kiyoomi winces as he sees the death glare bokuto gives you.

as soon as you’re inside, he basically slams you against one of the lockers, wrists held tightly in his hands as he pins them above your head, leaving you a cowering, vulnerable mess. in spite of his rough treatment, you feel your legs quiver in anticipation, a wet spot forming in your panties as you feel his hot breath against your cheek as he leans in closer to whisper in your ear.

“you’re gonna fucking regret asking me to degrade you, because from now on, you only get to respond to names like slut, whore, and cumdump? are we clear?”

you couldn’t have nodded your head faster at his words, he presses closer to you, grabbing you by your thighs which tell you one thing: jump. and you do, wrapping your legs around his torso as he ruts into you, mouth on yours in a heated kiss, you can’t help but moan as he bites your lower lip. feeling how hard he is through his shorts, you pull him to you closer, wrap your legs around his waist tighter, wanting nothing more but friction between your aching cunt and his thick cock.

suddenly, you feel yourself being dropped onto the floor, wincing as you feel the cold tile hit your knees. bokuto pulls out his cock from his shorts, slapping up against his abdomen, already leaking beads of precum along his tip. you can’t help but drool at the sight of him. noticing your stare, he smirks, grabbing you by your hair, using his other hand to open your mouth with his thumb pressed upon your lower lip.

“fucking cock hungry slut,” he spits into your mouth, and your swallow it happily. “‘m gonna make such a fucking mess of this pretty face.”

[befuddledcinnamonroll]

Oh these two idiots are both so gone.

Ooh, "creating art is about exploring what you like" is a nice line. So often we put too much into feeling like creativity has to end up with a good product, and less about what it can teach us about ourselves.

I like how this show talks about art. And New is making it so clear here that he does put a part of himself in all of his shows, whatever people might think. Respect.

And we're normalizing taking breaks and that you can't be productive and creative all the time! Fabulous.

We love a queen who makes the most of her background time.

I mean, valid question Peem, but also - pot, kettle, etc, etc.

Oh god, their actual boyfriend era is going to end me.

You know what I really love about this Phum/Peem scene? They're making it clear that mutual attraction is just one piece of the relationship puzzle. But the friendship still needs to be there, the caring when someone is having a bad day, and being there to pick them up. So many BLs gloss over the mutual support part of romantic relationships in favor of the swoony bits, but this is the kind of thing that makes a couple seem likely to actually last.

Also what does it say about BLs that I was so relieved they actually rolled up their pant legs at the pool? (Of course they still end up wet in the end, but it's the principle of the thing!)

Phum is just 100% always thirsty for Peem and I respect it.

Haha, love Q being all "hands off my baby, stat".

And they're communicating so openly! My sweeties.

Omg, omg, Fang trying to teach himself to express tenderness to Tan, I cannot.

Just go slow Fang, or you may kill this man with happiness!

Aaaaaah, not Pun finding a little bird and wanting to help it, going to Chain (of course), AND naming it Penguin.

I am already at lethal levels of cuteness overload, and we haven't even gotten to the FangTan scene yet.

Staawwwp.

Lolol, of course he got sick, he got wet for 30 seconds. But again we get the subversion, we're paying tribute to the sick trope, but not fully engaging! Heh, this show is so fun.

Has anyone else noticed the slight tone shift for Phum when he's talking to Peem? There's a new softness to it and it's adorable.

Toey, no, no crying wolf to your boyfriend!

But the pencil case thing is adorable.

I think the Peem and Q friendship chemistry might be my favorite in the whole show.

Lol, not Peem letting slip he slept with Phum last night!

Beer, you are such a champion. Good wingmanning, while also not excusing Phum's bad behaviors.

Oh, baby Phum being sent away, that's heart-breaking. No wonder he has walls like that.

I am loving these reveals with Fang. He's such an internal character, so we are unpeeling the layers slowly. But seeing how annoyed he is to not be able to reach Tan, and how fast Tan is able to make him smile again, makes it so clear how much he really needs him.

And the way he smiles so big when he thinks no one can see, but goes right back to pouty face with Tan because it gets him the attention he craves...

Whoever dressed Q for this series, I love you.

Phum going from self-doubt to full steam ahead the moment he gets reassurance his feelings are returned is delightful to see.

Omg, domestic Fang and Tan. But also Fang, you can learn to cook other things, y'know?

Lolol, Fang absolutely loves Tan's antics, it's so freaking adorable.

Aou and Boom always frickin bring it, we thank you for your service boys.

Also more trope play! Tan holding Fang down in the cliche way, but Fang still showing agency and not playing the blushing maiden. Perfect.

Ok, I liked the Kluen scene. He's being shown as a real person with a life of his own, he's not just the "rival". And Peem is being more straightforward with him.

Hahaha, Chain short-circuiting more and more as Pun gets closer.

MATT, WHAT THE HELL?! You do not interfere with my crumbs, dammit!!

Omg, not Chain just blurting out that he likes being shipped with Pun.

I love that everyone is shocked by Phum except for Beer, who is just like "yup".

I do typically hate public declarations, but I will let it go here, because the friend group is the key to the whole series.

Also, Pun is drunk again, so Chain better be ready for some biting! Chomp, chomp.

[givethemsmut]

Dom Mysterio x Reader

Chapter Two | Where it all started…

Shorter chapter incoming…

Expect some time jumps

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“Two days. Our flight is at 4 AM. Gives you time to dump the flavor of the week.” The bitterness in his voice hurt. 

“Dom. What we did- I’m sorry. Every second felt amazing, I just couldn’t commit. I was scared.”

“I haven’t been pinning, hermosa. You moved on and so did I. No hard feelings.” He was distant still, cold and vicious.

I knew about the other girls. All of them. He had made it his mission to parade them in front of me. He wanted to make sure I knew he had gotten his dick wet after me.

“No hard feelings? Tell your slut of the month to keep it down this time.” I said walking past him in my bikini as I climbed out of the hot tub. 

I wanted him to see every part of me he could. Dom followed me inside, dry as can be. “It’s not going to work, whatever bullshit you have planned. Parading around in practically nothing and rubbing your boyfriends in my face. It’s not going to make me feel bad.”

“Feel bad? We fucked, Dom. That’s not my fault you can’t get over it.” I shouted back. 

“You’re a fucking bitch for that. You wanna play games? We’ll play. Don’t come crying to me when it finally hurts the same way you hurt me.”

We had taken one leap forward just to hustle back to cruel. 

Dom had no idea there hadn’t been anyone else. No one. He just knew what it looked like and it looked like I was a slut but in reality those moans were faked and nothing went past feeling me up.

I deserved his cruelty tho so I took it like a champ.

Rey had got us a two bedroom condo only this time we didn’t share a bathroom. Dominik was kicking off training and everything WWE the very next day.

The frost melted between us enough for us to eat pizza in our mess of boxes. I wanted to badly to apologize but nothing could take back how I broke him heart.

Eventually we got over it, slowly and started being friends again. I even went to his practice matches and training sessions to support him. Our hormones and not having to share a bathroom truly helped, suddenly we could deal with that tension much easier.

I got meaningless jobs, here and there. Enough to pay for  living, rent if Rey would ever take it from me, which he declined more than once. Every penny I had went to stocking the fridge for Dom who was eating his body weight in food with the training burning extra calories.

We got extremely close again, inseparable most days and boundaries of friendship that made people uncomfortable. It made relationships hard to have and harder to keep. We both went through a period of less serious relationships with minimal risk to our friendship again.

We did have one slip up our twenties after getting drunk. None of it planned and all of it something that didn’t please his fling of the month. 

It was Randy Orton’s birthday, something we never thought we would be invited to but a lot of the roster was so we went. Dom hardly knew anyone and I was just as invisible, only I had boobs that distracted everyone. Least the horny men traveling almost the whole year. No one expected Dom to have anyone with him. He was new, inexperienced, and hadn’t paid any dues in their eyes. It was bullshit. He was the hardest working man I knew who wasn’t letting his dad’s legacy determine anything for him. If I could do anything it was making people believe he was someone before they knew him.

I put in a skin tight dress, a black thong and jean jacket that all fit every curve of my body perfect. Linking arms with Dom I could feel the respect climb the more people saw my hand in his. “Just trust me, okay? You’re gonna leave this party a superstar.”

“Why am I scared right now?” He laughed and smiled but held me closer.

Laughing into his chest I handed the bouncer our invite and breezed by without stopping. That was the night I met Randy, who was married still and raising a toddler. I had no business entertaining his flirting. I had no business letting myself be turned on by the entire night enough to convince Dom to fuck me for the second time.

The head of WWE made his way over to us, extending his hand and introducing himself. “Vince, who are you son?”

I stepped in, “Dominick Mysterio, future of WWE, respectfully.”

Vince laughed placing his hand on my arm and I was prepared to valid every rumor if it meant Dom’s hard work was paying off. “You have balls.”

“Enough to convince you to see what he can do? He’s not his dad, he’s better.”

Dominik’s hands smoothed around my waist, nuzzling his face in my hair, finding my ear. “Mi amore, he’s the owner. Slow down.”

“No one is gonna hand you anything, Dom. You have to want it enough to take it.” 

I smiled, forcing him to talk shop when his hand smoothed down my ass before squeezing. “Remember that later.”

Dom was a flirt, a great talker, dedicated to making it in the same industry his dad did. I was proud of him. 

Talking him up to everyone I let him touch me like I was his at least for the night. When we went back to our condo it was hard to turn it off when he cradled my hips asking me, “Why do you believe in me so much?”

“Because I know you. No more deserves it more.”

The way his mouth covered mine, determined to take me right along with his dreams felt out of my control. I wanted him even tho I shouldn’t have. 

Yanking my dress up to my waits he dipped down to his knee in the middle of the living room. Draping my leg over his shoulder I whimpered in desperation. “Dom. We shouldn’t.”

“Don’t say it. I already know. It’s a mistake. No one finds their soul mate at fourteen. I’ve heard it. I’m not asking you to marry me. I’m asking you to fuck my tongue.”

That’s all he had to say for me to melt and make that mistake all over again.

[hamsterclaw]

Peach

Your boss, Vice-President Kim Namjoon, is on the rise again, if only you and Jungkook could pull yourselves together enough to support him. Luckily, Namjoon's chief of staff Min Yoongi's around to keep you all in line. The final part to the Politico series - read the rest here.

Pairing: Jungkook x f! reader, Yoongi x f! reader

Rating: 18+

Word count: 7.2k

Warnings: Sex, swearing

Your boyfriend Jungkook’s ass, when he’s working out, is worthy of worship.

Perfectly round, taut, flexing atop his perfect thighs like a beacon to the gods of physical perfection, you want to drop to your knees and pay your respects.

Jungkook’s doing pushups naked, like he needed to burn more energy after he fucked you into your bed so hard your body’s left a permanent imprint in your mattress. 

You reach out and smack his bare ass, palm open.

The slap of skin against skin resonates through your room, as does his whine of protest.

‘It hurts,’ he complains, unconvincingly.

He loves you playing with his ass as much as you do.

You lean over and time a kiss to his right butt cheek just as he flexes up.

Jungkook whines again, and because you’re watching, you see his cock twitch.

You marvel at how he’s just come inside you but his dick’s still firm.

Your boyfriend’s been nicknamed the barracuda at work, but he’s got the refractory time of a rabbit when it comes to sex.

You run a finger along the cleft of his ass, and he stills.

You press another kiss to his cheek, and slip a hand around the curve of his hip.

‘Ass up, baby.’

He gets on all fours, wriggles his butt closer.

You knead his ass, hard, pressing kisses along his cleft, and he moans, low and slow.

You spread him apart, run your tongue along his rim, and his whole body shudders.

His very erect cock bobs between his legs. He moans again as you cup his balls and give him another slow lick.

‘Want me to fuck you open, baby?’ you ask.

You get your answer in the spurt of pre-cum that dribbles from his cock, onto the floor.

You grab the lube, dribble some into his cleft.

He groans as you scoop lube up on your thumb and press against his rim. He’s opening up for you as you press, and when your thumb slips into him he cries out.

‘Good, baby?’ you ask. 

‘So good,’ he cries.

You slip your thumb out, replace it with a finger, and his hips move against your hand.

‘Can you come like this?’ you ask, rubbing along the ridge inside him.

He’s already spurting more pre-cum, a shivering, gasping wreck.

Fuck, he sounds so pretty like this.

You work another finger inside him, and his back arches as he tries to fuck himself back against your hand.

You grasp his cock firmly, fingers still inside him, and he cries your name as he comes all over your fingers. 

You milk him until he stops grinding into your hand.

‘Come here,’ he says, turning over, flat on his back. ‘Come sit on my face.’

He’s already sliding himself under you, kissing your cunt, open-mouthed, licking up the arousal that leaked from you as he came on your hand.

‘Licking my ass get you this wet?’ he grunts.

‘Yeah,’ you say. He’s tugging you down on his face, making you grind on him harder than you would yourself.

‘Your face, baby,’ you say, worried.

He just laughs. ‘I’m a big boy, baby, I can take it. Come on, fuck my face.’

He squeezes your thighs, drags his tongue over your leaking slit.

‘Look at your poor little clit,’ he tells you, nudging against you with his nose, lips suctioning. ‘You’re so swollen, you need to come.’

He’s helping you move faster, giving you wetness, heat, friction, everything.

‘Your pussy tastes so fucking good,’ he grunts. ‘Make me wet, baby.’

You’re gushing wetness now, whining his name.

‘Fuck, yeah,’ he moans, as you come all over his face.

He keeps going, licking your arousal up until you tug his hair. 

‘Stop JK,’ you gasp.

‘Don’t wanna,’ he whines, looking up at you.

‘No stop, it’s Yoongi,’ you say. You climb off him and grab your phone.

You swipe to answer, and Yoongi’s deep voice fills your ears. 

‘Took you long enough,’ he says, without preamble. ‘Get the barracuda and get over here. You’re needed at the Kim cabin.’

***

You’d hardly call Vice President Kim Namjoon’s official residence a mere cabin. Its square footage measures in the tens of thousands, he has a room for pretty much everything you can think of, and an underground escape area that links to the President’s private garage.

You guess it’s so big Namjoon had been unable to find anything suitable to wear to this crisis meeting, which is why he’s turned up shirtless.

Jungkook gives Namjoon an impressed look. ‘Been working out, boss?’

Namjoon’s looking at you. 

‘Like what you see?’ he asks, voice husky, velvety.

You force your gaze away from the way his dusky nipples sit atop his well defined pecs, like cherries you want to lick. You wonder if he whines like Jungkook.

Yoongi scoffs. ‘Anyone heard of Kim Hyeyoon?’

You and Jungkook exchange a look. Kim Hyeyoon’s been all over the media lately. She’s won every acting award this season for her performance in an otherwise low-budget sleeper hit that’s taken the world by storm.

‘Who hasn’t?’ 

‘She was captured on film coming out of the President’s private residence at 3am.’ Yoongi consults his watch. ‘Two hours ago.’

‘Shit, he didn’t even ask her to stay over?’ Jungkook says. He looks at you. ‘I’d never do that to you, baby.’

‘Maybe she didn’t want to stay over,’ you retort, and Yoongi snorts as Namjoon snickers. 

You look at Yoongi, bored. ‘Anyone can come out of the President’s private residence. Unless it’s ——‘

Yoongi just looks at you until your brain catches up with your mouth.

‘Oh shit,’ you breathe.

The President has a secret enclave, reserved only for matters of international significance. 

Even Namjoon wouldn’t be able to access it.

It’s at a level of security akin to nuclear code access.

Namjoon’s already getting up. 

‘Who am I meeting first?’ he asks Yoongi. 

Jungkook’s staring into the distance, brow furrowed.

‘Give him a minute,’ Yoongi says, kindly.

His gaze lands on you. 

‘I can’t believe you let this slow baby touch those magnificent tits,’ he says, shaking his head.

‘These?’ you ask, rebuttoning the top button of Jungkook’s shirt you’d hastily thrown on. ‘They aren’t even the biggest ones here.’

‘Let me do a size comparison,’ Jungkook says, simultaneously reaching for you and Namjoon.

Then, ‘fuck!’ 

‘And he’s in the room,’ says Yoongi.

‘There’s going to be an impeachment trial.’

‘Well done, slow baby,’ Yoongi says. He’s already getting up, walking out of the room, following Namjoon.

‘Come on slow baby,’ you say, rubbing the back of your neck tiredly. ‘Time to get to work.’

***

Yoongi walks into the open plan workspace where you and Jungkook are fighting over the last croissant.

Well, you’re fighting, you think Jungkook’s just grinding against you. He gets tired horny.

Yoongi eyes you both. ‘Update me.’

As you brief Yoongi on the process map for an impeachment that you’ve been researching all morning, Jungkook frowns at his screen.

‘Who even is this guy,’ he scoffs. 

You and Yoongi turn to the clip he’s watching of a tall, extremely good-looking man shaking hands with the head of the treasury.

Yoongi whistles. ‘Looks like your ex is on the rise.’

You say, carefully, ‘we’re not really exes,’ as Jungkook looks at you accusingly.

It’s half true. You hadn’t really dated Kim Taehyung. 

You’d just fucked each other enough for a lifetime.

Jungkook’s already pouting when Yoongi sighs. ‘Barracuda, you can’t make a fuss just because other men want what you want.’

‘I’m irresistible,’ you agree.

Both men ignore you.

‘He’ll probably be at the green energy summit,’ Yoongi says. ‘Think you kids can avoid any childish skirmishes if you run into him?’

You roll your eyes. ‘I doubt he’d want to fight Jungkook over me.’

Now Jungkook looks angry. ‘He wouldn’t fight over you? What kind of asshole -‘

Yoongi cuts him off. ‘Keep slow baby away from Kim Taehyung,’ he tells you, like it's your responsibility.

You ignore him. ‘Namjoon has a meeting with Kim Seokjin at 3. It’s the earliest I could schedule it for.’

Jungkook glowers at his screen, sulking.

‘He’s the one that looks slow,’ he complains.

You get a sudden flashback of Taehyung taking his time, drawing it out until you were begging. 

‘He is slow,’ you agree.

Yoongi just raises an eyebrow. ‘The summit’s in two days. Keep it together, kids.’

‘I’m meeting an editor from the Herald this afternoon,’ you say, resigned.

‘I’ll draft an address for the Women’s Institute,’ Jungkook says. 

He looks back at the clip. ‘He speaks French? Come on now.’

Wisely, you keep your mouth shut.

***

You’re answering emails, waiting for Park Jimin to finish his last appointment.

He emerges from his basement office in the standard issue navy suit worn by intelligence agents everywhere.

Park Jimin had once been an intern like you, working in the office of Kim Seokjin as a segue into joining central intelligence. 

Before that he’d been a cop, had come from a long line of cops. 

He still looks like he could flatten you without mussing his perfectly coiffed hair. 

Today though, he looks more exasperated than angry. He cocks his head at you.

‘How did you get access to this?’ he asks, flicking your old access badge at you. ‘You don’t have clearance for the situation room.’ 

You debate selling out Yoongi internally, are still deciding when the man himself replies.

‘I got it for her,’ comes the voice of Min Yoongi behind you. 

Jimin shakes his head. 

‘There’s a protocol, you’re not above it, Yoongi.’

Yoongi tugs at his already loosened tie. ‘You and I know we’re the good guys, Jimin.’

Jimin snorts. ‘You and I know there’s no such thing as good or bad in this place, Yoongi.’

‘Seems a dangerous attitude for someone who’s got links with the secret service,’ you remark.

Yoongi says, turning to you, ‘don’t worry, minion, if anyone comes for us Jimin will save your ass first. He spends enough time looking at it.’

Your eyes fly to Jimin’s, but Yoongi’s already walking away, expecting you to follow.

‘Come on. The snake’s in the building.’

***

You know Jung Hoseok’s a snake and can’t be trusted, but the man sure is beautiful. He’s sitting in front of one of the bay windows, profile outlined by the late afternoon sun, and he’s so perfect it’s like he was sculpted by masters. 

He turns as you and Yoongi approach. 

‘Y/N,’ he says, like he’s delighted to see you, and you can’t help but smile back at him. 

Yoongi sighs like he’s bored. ‘Hoseok, what can I do for you?’ 

‘I need Namjoon’s staff to look over the cybersecurity policy I’m drafting for the Presidential office,’ Hoseok informs you both. 

‘Send it over and my minions will look at it,’ Yoongi says. He raises an eyebrow. ‘That could’ve been an email, why are you really here?’ 

‘To give you a heads up,’ Hoseok says. ‘They’re subpoenaing witnesses for the impeachment hearing.’ 

‘And?’ 

‘Your and Namjoon’s names are on the list.’ 

Yoongi frowns. ‘Why?’ 

‘The President claims you and Namjoon were at a dinner party where he very clearly behaved completely appropriately with Kim Hyeyoon.’ 

Yoongi snorts. ‘Pardon my French, that’s pretty fucking desperate.’ 

Hoseok says, patient, ‘Why else would he want people to know you and Namjoon were there?’ 

Yoongi scowls. ‘Fucking fuck.’ 

Hoseok’s voice is velvety. ‘Easier on everyone isn’t it, if Kim Hyeyoon turns out to be dating one of the very publicly single and available members of the cabinet rather than the very married President?’ 

‘Namjoon’s not taking the fall for this, Hoseok,’ Yoongi says, voice hard. 

‘You and I know he’s got more than enough to distract him around the office,’ Hoseok says, giving you a sidelong look. ‘But he has topped the list of most eligible bachelors in Korea three years running.’ 

‘I got him onto that list,’ you say, proudly.

‘And his pretty face has kept him on it,’ Hoseok continues smoothly. He’s already getting up. ‘Time for a defense plan, team VP.’ 

You and Yoongi exchange a look. 

Hoseok stops at the door. ‘Oh yeah, by the way, Kim Taehyung’s back in town, did you hear?’ 

Your eyes fly to his.

‘What’s French for things are about to get interesting?’ Hoseok muses. He laughs to himself, shoes clicking briskly on the marble tiles as he walks away. 

***

Jungkook’s got his mouth open over the curve of your neck, one hand under your skirt, two fingers knuckle deep in your cunt. 

His teeth graze your skin, nipping, and you shiver in his arms. 

‘Jungkook,’ you moan. 

His forearm flexes as he moves his fingers inside you. 

‘Yeah?’ he grunts into your neck. 

‘Fuck, Jungkook,’ you cry as he thumbs your clit. 

‘You sound so pretty,’ he mumbles. He presses you against the wall. 

‘Lift your skirt,’ he says, ‘I don’t wanna ruin it.’

You lift obediently, and he bites at your neck.

‘That’s my good girl,’ he mumbles. His free hand comes up, slaps your bare thigh. 

‘F’kin spread,’ he snaps. 

You moan helplessly as he pushes your legs apart, keeps them spread. 

He groans, ruts against your hip, letting you feel his erection.

‘Jungkook,’ you plead. ‘C’mon fuck me.’

‘Yeah?’ he pants. ‘Yeah, fuck, spread.’

He unzips his dress pants quickly, lets them fall down his thighs, and grabs your leg, fingers pressing into the soft spot under your knee. 

He’s in you almost immediately, hard cock sliding into you. He cants his hips to get the angle right, and you sigh with pleasure as he grinds against you, pushing you into the wall.

Jungkook rolls his hips smoothly, finding his rhythm, snapping into you, his hand gripping your leg so hard it hurts.

Christ, your boyfriend’s so fucking pretty when he gets like this.

‘You like this?’ he moans, hand sliding up your leg to cup your ass, squeezing tight, the tips of his fingers pressing against the cleft of your ass.

‘Yeah,’ you pant. ‘Harder, JK.’

‘Gonna make you scream, ok?’ he promises. 

He thrusts hard, deep, moaning prettily into your ear in that way he knows turns you on.

He whines, sinks his teeth into your earlobe, and you come in a wave of sharp sweet pleasure.

He doesn’t stop, keeps moving, whining your name. You recover enough to grab his bare ass, and he grunts.

A moment later you feel him come, spilling inside you.

‘Made a mess, baby?’ you breathe against his neck.

‘Yeah,’ he agrees, slurred. ‘Too much cum.’

He pulls out, making you both whine, and cups your cunt whilst you pull your panties back up.

He helps straighten you out before tending to himself.

You lean against the wall and use the time to admire him.

He’s stunning, tall, broad shouldered, and his fitted tux makes him look devastatingly handsome.

Jungkook raises an eyebrow at you. His lip piercing gleams in the low light.

‘We just fucked, are you getting horny for me again?’

‘Yeah,’ you reply.

He smiles brightly at you. ‘Want me to eat you out? I didn’t get to earlier.’

‘We should go,’ you sigh, glancing at the time on his phone. ‘Yoongi’ll be on our case.’

Jungkook scoffs. ‘He’ll be on my case. He lets you do whatever you want.’

‘He doesn’t,’ you say, straightening his bow tie.

Jungkook strokes your hair back. ‘He does,’ he says. ‘So does Namjoon.’

You glance at him, but he’s already turning away, holding out his arm.

***

Yoongi grasps your arm. 

‘I told you to keep them apart,’ he says, impatient.

‘What?’

You excuse yourself from the fact-finding mission you’re currently executing on a hapless journalist from the Herald and follow Yoongi’s line of vision.

‘Shitting fuck,’ you utter.

Jungkook and Taehyung are talking by the top table, and you know your boyfriend well enough to recognise his tells. 

The way his hand’s fiddling restlessly with his ID badge, the way his fingers are curled around his glass. 

The fiercely, maniacally competitive look in his pretty, sparkly eyes. 

You nearly trip onto your face in your haste to get to them. 

Taehyung sees you first. He tilts his head, his familiar face blooming with a smile that makes a shower of butterflies flutter in your stomach. 

Fuck, Kim Taehyung’s always been so fucking attractive. 

‘Y/N,’ he says, stepping past Jungkook, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek. Then another. Then a third. 

‘Taehyung,’ you say warmly. ‘I haven’t seen you since you left for Paris. Have you met Jungkook?’ 

‘We’ve met,’ says Jungkook. He gives Taehyung a barely veiled look of mistrust. 

‘The food at this thing is terrible,’ Taehyung remarks, ignoring him. ‘You should let me take you for seafood sometime.’ 

‘The seafood is great,’ argues Jungkook. ‘The lobster is delicious.’ 

You haven’t seen any lobster at this damn thing, and your stomach rumbles. 

‘Maybe she wants lobster elsewhere,’ Taehyung says, coolly. 

‘She likes this lobster just fine,’ Jungkook says, huffy. ‘This lobster is perfect for her.’ 

Taehyung and Jungkook lock eyes. 

Fuck. You know they’re not just arguing about lobster, but honestly, all this talk about it is making you hungry. 

You look up and see Yoongi giving you laser eyes from across the room. 

‘I’d love to catch up with you, Tae, but for now, Jungkook and I have to go. Namjoon’s delivering an address on the main stage.’ 

‘Yeah, is your number still the same? I’ll text you,’ Taehyung says. 

Jungkook pouts as he follows you down the corridor to the main stage. 

‘Tae?’ he asks. 

‘It’s his name,’ you say, patiently. 

His voice is tiny.

‘You like the lobster here, don’t you?’ 

‘Jesus fuck, Jungkook, I didn’t even get any lobster.’ 

‘It’s not about —’ 

‘The lobster,’ you finish for him, with a sigh. 

You pull him into a hug. ‘I like you, even though you didn’t save me any lobster,’ you assure him. 

Jungkook says, ‘It’s just that, the other lobster seems like it might be delicious too.’ 

You blink at him. ‘I’m confused, JK. Are we talking about real seafood?’ 

You’ve reached Namjoon, who’s standing backstage, getting mic’d up for his speech.

He smiles at you and Jungkook, perfectly coiffed and unreasonably tall in his exquisitely fitted suit. 

He hands you the mic, and turns obediently, letting you clip it to his belt and thread it up to his collar. 

He leans down a little so you can reach more easily. 

‘You know, Jungkook could probably reach better,’ you tell him. 

‘And miss an opportunity to have your hands on me?’ Namjoon asks. 

He dimples down at you, and you feel heat rush to your face. 

Namjoon laughs softly at your expression. 

‘Mic’s on,’ says the sound tech. 

Namjoon barely blinks. ‘Thanks.’

He says, loud and clear, and with intent, voice husky, so damn sexy you could scream, ‘How do I look?’

‘Pretty damn sexy, Mr Vice President,’ you mouth. 

Namjoon flashes a dimple at you, then he’s walking to the stage. 

***

You’re drafting an address for Namjoon to give at a youth rally at your desk when Yoongi turns up. 

‘Which suit?’ he asks, no preamble, holding up two identical suits. 

‘Which occasion?’ you ask, humouring him. 

‘I have a date.’ 

Your heart does an unexpected kick in your chest. 

‘The left one,’ you say, picking at random. ‘The colour brings out the intensity in your eyes but doesn’t make you look unhinged.’ 

Yoongi nods. 

‘Who’s the date with?’ you ask. 

‘A Supreme Court justice,’ he says. 

‘Got a date for your testimony at the impeachment trial yet?’ 

‘Next week.’ 

You look up as he turns to leave. 

‘Don’t wear a suit. Wear that cashmere sweater Namjoon got you for Christmas, keep your earrings in. She’ll be asking you to step on her in no time.’ 

Yoongi turns around. ‘Yeah?’ There’s a change in the tone of his voice that licks at you like a flame. 

Your eyes meet. ‘Yeah.’ 

His tongue flicks out at his lower lip so quickly you almost miss it. 

‘Let me know if you want me to handle the boys,’ he says. 

You’re still thinking of a response when you realise he’s left. 

***

Yoongi’s still alive you think, you can hear him breathing even though he hasn’t deigned to say anything to you yet this morning.

‘How’d your date go?’ you ask, finally.

Yoongi takes a swig of coffee, swallows. You wince at the sight of the steam still coming off the top of his mug.

‘Same,’ he replies. It’s more of a grunt than a word.

You furrow your brow.

‘Same?’

Yoongi flicks his gaze to you. 

‘It’s always the same. Women find me fascinating, they’ve never met anyone like me, yada yada.’

You nearly choke on your own coffee.

Yoongi straightens his tie. ‘I’ve never been on a date that’s gone badly. How could I? I’m pretty damn perfect.’

Now you’re sorry you asked.

You stare hard at your screen, trying to read the rest of the briefing you’ve been sent by the President’s office, but you can’t resist.

‘Perfect?’ 

Yoongi sighs, like the conversation is boring him. 

‘Once women go on a date with me, no one else really compares.’

You clamp your mouth shut against the litany of sarcastic comments threatening to spill out. 

Yoongi says, serenely, ‘I’m not expecting any problems at the impeachment hearing next week.’

You say, dry, ‘I’m not sure this is entirely legal.’

Yoongi scoffs. ‘Sweet baby girl, are you new to politics?’

You try to ignore the uptick in your heart rate at his choice of endearment. 

‘I’m not a sweet baby girl.’

Yoongi says nothing, but the heated look he gives you has your toes curling in your shoes.

***

You’re sitting in the gallery at impeachment proceedings, with Jungkook. Yoongi and Namjoon are a couple rows ahead, identical in their impassive expressions.

There’s an audible rumble in the chamber, and as heads begin to turn you realise that Kim Seokjin’s arrived to give his testimony.

Kim Seokjin is officially an aide to the President, but it’s common knowledge that he’s the President’s enforcer. Today he’s dressed for battle, beautiful and lethal in his bespoke suiting, his highly polished dress shoes clicking against the floor as he makes his way to the podium.

He winks at the Chief Justice presiding over proceedings, waves a hand carelessly, and the crowd quiets instantly.

He nods to Namjoon, and you can see your boss nodding back.

Kim Seokjin says, ‘Well, of course, I did advise the President that the enclave was an inappropriate place to take Kim Hyeyoon for a rendezvous. For Christsakes, she was nominated for best actress at Cannes this year. She’s more used to glitzier locations.’

The Chief Justice, Mirabel Kwon, blinks at Seokjin.

‘You wait for me to invite you to speak,’ she says, tart.

Seokjin says smoothly, ‘Of course. But we’re all busy, I’m just trying to move things along. Also, well done to whoever leaked those pictures.’

He leans forward into the mic, voice dropping. ‘To the mole in my office, when I find you, you’ll wish you’d never been born.’

Seokjin bows to the Chief Justice and steps down from the podium. On his way out, he stops by Namjoon.

Namjoon listens to whatever Kim Seokjin’s whispering into his ear, face unreadable.

Your phone vibrates in your lap.

Yoongi: Kim Seokjin’s going to be working with us. He’s always worked with the President’s team.

Beside you, Jungkook whistles. ‘That’s stone cold.’

You glance up to find Yoongi turned back in his seat, staring at you.

You text Yoongi back.

Y/N: Good luck with your testimony.

Yoongi flicks his eyes to his phone. 

Yoongi: Tell the barracuda to straighten his tie.

You’re straightening Jungkook’s tie when your phone vibrates again.

Yoongi: And also for him to stop staring at your tits.

‘Min Yoongi!’ says the Chief Justice, exasperated. ‘Please do us the courtesy of paying attention.’

Yoongi nods an apology, pockets his phone, gets up. ‘My turn now?’

Yoongi walks up to the podium, and not for the first time, you reflect on how much swagger he has, how you’ve always thought he’d be an amazing rapper.

Yoongi leans his hand on the mic stand lightly, leans into it, and says, ‘Since we’ve set a precedent for brevity — let me just tell you this.’

He waits until the crowd’s gone completely silent, turns to the stenographer.

‘The President’s a sleazy, two-faced, shitfucking lying cuntbucket.’

The crowd erupts, the Chief Justice jumps to her feet, and you grab Jungkook’s arm to stop him leaping up and cheering like he’s watching the playoffs.

Yoongi steps away from the podium, and behind you, Jung Hoseok laughs.

‘He always was good at taking people down.’

***

Jungkook’s lying flat on his back beside you on the floor of your kitchen, his shirt half off, his pants unzipped.

‘Fuck,’ he gasps. ‘I think my cock’s broken.’

You’re not doing much better. ‘JK, you’re so rough,’ you complain, rolling over from where you landed beside the fridge.

You get onto your knees, tug your panties back up, and wobble your way to get you both water.

‘I’m sorry, baby did I hurt you?’ Jungkook asks, gulping water, pushing his damp curly hair back from his forehead.

‘Only in the best way,’ you say.

Jungkook rolls over, pushes up off the ground with an energetic flex of his shoulders and back muscles.

‘I’m going to put my resignation in next week,’ he tells you.

Your eyes snap to his. 

‘You got in?’

Jungkook grins at you, somehow managing to look bashful despite the fact that he’s still half-undressed.

‘I start in the fall.’

You scream and throw yourself into his arms.

Jungkook had told you about his dream to be a professional photographer early on in your relationship, but it was only a few months ago that he plucked up the courage to apply to a prestigious art and design school on the East coast.

Jungkook’s mouth finds yours even as taking your weight presses him back against the counter.

‘Fuck,’ he says, breathy, hands finding your ass again, pulling you into his hips, snug.

‘Come on, baby,’ you say, tugging his loosened tie. ‘Let’s go celebrate again.’

Jungkook lets you lead him to your bedroom. He’s on you even before you reach the bed.

***

You and Jungkook watch the media clip, transfixed.

‘He what?’ you say, incredulous.

Jungkook’s equally shocked.

The grainy image of the tall man holding out his coat to the French Prime Minister’s wife on the rainy streets of Paris could be discredited, but it seems pretty incriminating to you.

Also, you have insider knowledge in that you know the gallant gesture would be perfectly on-brand for Kim Taehyung.

Yoongi walks by your and Jungkook’s shared workspace, snorts at the clip that’s still playing.

‘This isn’t some two-bit operation,’ Yoongi says sternly. ‘You work in the office of the upcoming President.’

‘Sure,’ Jungkook says, irreverent. ‘If this impeachment hearing ever ends.’

Yoongi looks at you like he holds you personally responsible for Jungkook’s sassiness.

‘We’re waiting on a call from the Herald,’ you explain hastily. ‘We’ve written Namjoon’s speech for the state banquet next week. We’ve even topped up the beans in the coffee machine, see?’

You hand Yoongi the freshly brewed cup you’ve just made.

‘You’re getting too good at this job,’ Yoongi says, taking a begrudging sip.

‘Thank you, sir,’ you say.

Yoongi raises an eyebrow.

Jungkook whines in protest. 

You all look up as Namjoon walks into the room, flanked by Park Jimin.

You hand Namjoon the tablet with his afternoon schedule on it.

Namjoon flicks through it, looks down at you with a smile.

‘Good work,’ he says, his husky voice making his praise sound faintly but very distinctly obscene. His tongue comes out to flick at his lower lip.��

Jungkook growls. 

Yoongi says, mildly, ‘What did I say about alpha pheromones, barracuda? Park, stop staring at everyone’s tits.’

He walks off, muttering, ‘fuck this fucking shit.’

***

The state banquet’s so heavily guarded you think that even if you were the most motivated of villains you’d be loath to attempt anything.

Besides, everyone in these circles knows that the real damage is done with words in a place like this.

You nudge Jungkook’s hand off your ass absently as you scan the room for Namjoon and Yoongi.

Jungkook drawls, lazy, ‘Shall we just skip this and go home?’

You cup his face affectionately. ‘Not all of us are going to be famous photographers, baby.’

‘Come on, we need to be seen in case Namjoon needs us,’ you tell Jungkook. 

‘No one’s going to be able to miss you,’ Yoongi says. His voice is brisk, businesslike, without inflection, but somehow his implication makes you feel hot anyway.

‘It’s lucky Namjoon’s so tall he has to look down to talk to you anyway,’ Yoongi mutters. ‘No one’s going to be able to tell where his eyes are.’

You’re strangely flattered. Shit you’ve been working in this dysfunctional office for too long.

‘The veep doesn’t have any issues with behaving himself in public,’ you point out.

‘True,’ Yoongi says. ‘He saves his depravity for behind closed doors.’

You have a sudden flashback to the Christmas party three years ago.

You’ve had first hand experience of Namjoon’s ‘depravity’. Yoongi’s too.

Yoongi raises his eyebrow knowingly, like he knows exactly what you’re thinking. 

‘Namjoon’s by the security room with Choi Minseok,’ Yoongi says, offering his arm. ‘Barracuda, stay out of trouble until we’re back.’

***

You’re trying to extricate yourself from a deeply petty and wholly uninteresting conversation with one of Choi Minseok’s hangers on when you hear a murmuring start from near the entrance.

You look over, because, honestly, this man is so self-absorbed you might as well be a pillar, and bite your lip nervously when you realise Jungkook and Taehyung are having a somewhat heated conversation, and catching the attention of everyone around them.

Somewhat heated is an understatement. 

Jungkook is glowering at Taehyung, who’s squaring up to him with his jaw jutted out in a way that you know is just inviting Jungkook’s fist to smack him.

‘Shitting cuntbucket,’ you murmur, hurrying towards them.

There’s a crowd gathered around them, and you slip your way through hastily, step right in between the two men and hiss, between your teeth, ‘Are we arguing about seafood again, guys?’

‘Yeah,’ says Jungkook, somewhat placated by your ass brushing against his thigh as you try to push them further apart.

Taehyung straightens his bow tie. ‘Get you a drink?’ he asks, ignoring Jungkook.

Jungkook swears softly, and you nudge him back further.

‘Taehyung,’ you say, sternly.

You look around frantically for someone to help you break this up, and to your relief you see Yoongi pushing his way through the crowd.

Yoongi gives Jungkook and Taehyung a hard look. 

To you, he offers his arm. 

‘Let’s go, Y/N.’

He waits with every confidence in the world that you’ll come with him, and after a moment, you do.

***

Yoongi tosses back the two fingers of single malt he’s just poured out and picks up the pool cue.

He pots a blue with little effort and looks up at you, still leaning over the pool table.

‘How are you getting on with Namjoon’s presidential address?’ he asks.

‘I’ve got time, haven’t I?’ you ask, surprised.

The current president hasn’t been officially impeached yet.

Yoongi pots another ball and lifts his pool cue up, examines the tip. 

‘Sure,’ he says. ‘If you want to be behind from the start.’

‘I’ll get it done this week,’ you say, dutiful.

Yoongi passes you his cue, and you aim for the yellow, frowning as you assess the angle.

‘You won’t make that but go ahead and try, I like the view of your tits when you bend over.’

You snap upright in irritation.

Yoongi smirks at you. 

‘Why don’t you come over here and help me aim?’ you suggest, sweetly.

Yoongi tilts his head, walks around the table.

He leans over you, so close you can feel the buttons of his waistcoat on the bare skin of your back, his belt buckle against your ass.

Very slowly, he slides one shirtsleeve clad arm along yours, then the other, caging you in.

His hands fold over yours, strong, confident, silver rings gleaming, veins standing out in the warmth of the room.

‘Like this?’ he asks, voice all honey and gravel against your ear.

You don’t answer, but he’s not waiting for one.

His grip tightens, and he pulls back smoothly.

You close your eyes, but you can tell from the click, the ensuing thud and roll that he’s sunk the yellow.

He holds you a moment longer, and breathes in, quietly, next to your ear. 

‘Don’t play with fire,’ Yoongi tells you.

You don’t know if he means it as a warning or an invitation.

He lets go, and you’re still trying to get your breath back when he drops his jacket over your shoulders. 

‘Come on. The car’s waiting outside.’

***

You get back from your run to see Jungkook waiting outside your door.

He pushes upright when he sees you, straightens to his full height.

‘I got you these,’ he says, holding out the bouquet of peonies in his hands to you.

You wrap your hand around his, tug him down so you can reach his mouth.

‘They’re beautiful,’ you murmur. ‘What’s the occasion?’

Jungkook kisses you before he answers.

‘Because you’re pretty,’ he says. 

You reach up to cup his cheek. 

‘When are you leaving, my love?’

Jungkook turns his face into your hand, closes his eyes.

‘I leave in the morning,’ he says, finally.

You curl your hand around the nape of his neck, tighten your fingers in his hair, and tug.

He lets out a half-whine, half-moan.

‘I’m going to miss you,’ you tell him.

Jungkook wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. The peonies press into your chest as he kisses you again, surrounding you with their heady scent.

‘Miss me tomorrow,’ Jungkook says. ‘I’m here now.’

***

You’ve been entangled with Jungkook for so long you’re not sure where he ends and you begin.

Jungkook, eyes closed, whines in protest when you try to move his hand off your naked breast.

He grips you even tighter, nuzzles into your neck. 

‘I gotta go, baby,’ you sigh. ‘I need to wash some of this cum off me before work.’

‘I miss you,’ says Jungkook, breathy, in your ear. 

You can feel his cock stirring against your thigh. You reach down to caress him, and he pulls you closer.

‘One more,’ Jungkook says. 

You glance at the clock.

‘Come on, baby, let me give you a proper sendoff,’ you tell him.

Jungkook’s smile is dazzling.

‘Gonna make you come so hard, ok?’ he says.

His cock, now hard and ready, nudges your thigh.

‘Promises,’ you tease.

Jungkook’s answer is a cocky smirk and a laugh, low and husky, as he makes good on his promise, twice over.

It’s a fitting goodbye.

***

Namjoon’s inauguration ceremony speech has taken you most of the last few weeks to craft.

Since Jungkook left, you’ve thrown yourself into work, putting more hours in than even Yoongi, but you’re proud of what you’ve written.

You don’t think you could have done better.

You pace around outside Namjoon’s office as you wait for him and Yoongi to finish reading it.

It’s close to eleven at night in October, the sky through the high panelled windows lining the wing leading to Namjoon’s office is dark, moonless.

You lean your face against the cold glass, curl up in the window seat, and think about Jungkook as you wait.

***

Namjoon raises an eyebrow at Yoongi.

‘Why is the minion my problem?’ Yoongi mutters, but he’s already gently shaking your shoulder, trying to wake you from the dead sleep he and Namjoon found you in outside Namjoon’s office.

You blink up at him sleepily, and Yoongi wonders for the thousandth time how working for him and Namjoon hasn’t turned you into a soulless husk.

‘Come,’ he says. 

In the darkness of the early hours, with a light flurry of snow falling outside, Yoongi curls an arm around your hips and takes you to the suite he has in Namjoon’s cabin.

You’re unusually quiet as you walk together, Yoongi wonders if you’re still asleep. 

He lays you down on the bed, pulls a sheet over your shoulders, and with a sigh, you curl up and go back to sleep.

Yoongi brushes your hair back from your face, has an uncharacteristic urge to touch your soft cheek.

He thinks you’re definitely asleep, but part of him needs to say it anyway.

‘The speech is fucking fantastic, minion,’ he tells you. ‘You’re a fucking star.’

His only response is the tiniest of snores.

Yoongi leaves the room, closes the door quietly behind him and goes to the living room to watch the announcement.

***

Kim Namjoon’s inauguration ceremony as President takes place on a sunny Wednesday in December, a day when the sun beams bright and the air is crisp, cold and sweet.

You’re standing next to Yoongi just off the stage, both of you wrapped up. Even if you weren’t, you’d be warm still, fuelled by excitement and anticipation and just plain happiness for the boss you’ve come to love and respect, in addition to finding him fucking hot.

You think it helps that Yoongi’s also made an effort with his appearance today, and Jesus, the man looks like he exists to show people what true beauty looks like.

Namjoon’s official swearing in ceremony took place earlier, and now it’s time to give his inaugural address. 

Namjoom strides on stage, confident and assured. He’s perfectly positioned, the sun just behind him, the exquisite suit Kim Seokjin commissioned for him highlighting his powerful frame.

There’s a beat of silence, a respectful hush, and then Namjoon starts to speak.

You know all the words, you wrote them and you’ve practised along with Namjoon all these weeks.

Somewhere along the line Yoongi’s hand grasps yours.

It’s fucking perfect.

***

You should be working on Namjoon’s address to the Women’s Institute for next month, but you’re still giddy from the high of the success of Namjoon’s inauguration speech.

The news outlets are wild over it too, heralding it as ‘progressive’, ‘compassionate’, ‘visionary’. You bask in the number of times you see ‘brilliant’ in print when describing the address. 

You jerk to attention at the knock on the door.

It’s Jung Hoseok.

Like all the times you’ve seen him before, he moves so fluidly he’s in front of your desk before you can even sit up straight.

‘I heard you’re the brilliant mind behind the inauguration address,’ he says, smiling.

He’s so beautifully polished you have to blink to clear the glare of his perfection from your eyes.

‘I wrote it,’ you say, cautiously.

Hoseok flips a card onto your desk. 

‘There’s an editor position at the Herald. Kang Minhyuk’s looking forward to you getting in touch.’

You blink again. 

Kang Minhyuk’s chief editor at the Herald. He’d been awarded the Pulitzer for investigative journalism early on in his career and his career had only risen since then.

‘Kang Minhyuk knows about me?’

‘Kid, everyone’s going to know about you. He’s just ahead of the curve.’

Jung Hoseok beams at you, all bright eyed and beautiful, and walks off, leaving you gaping at the embossed card in shock.

Fuck. You need to speak to Yoongi.

***

Yoongi tosses a handful of nuts into his mouth, loosens his tie.

He glances at the card Jung Hoseok dropped onto your desk, raises a brow at you.

You knock back another mouthful of soju.

‘I don’t see what the problem is,’ he says, finally.

You stare at him.

‘You like writing, you always have. You’re great at it. Why wouldn’t you work for the Herald with Kang Minhyuk?’

‘I just —-‘

Yoongi sighs. 

‘Of course we’ll hate to see you go. Fuck. It was bad enough when the barracuda left, and frankly, you carried his baby deer ass. But for you, minion, this is huge.’

You’re studying Yoongi’s face.

Finally, he says, long-suffering, ‘Who do you think called in a favour with Jung Hoseok to get you a meeting with Kang Minhyuk?’

You’re floundering. 

‘Namjoon and I talked about it, and we talked to Hobi about it. It’s not like Kang Minhyuk wouldn’t have noticed you eventually anyway, you’ve got fucking talent. We just sped things along a bit.’

‘Why?’ you ask. 

Yoongi puts his empty glass down, turns to you fully for the first time in this conversation.

‘Why do you think? You’re too good for us, minion, you always have been.’

You stutter a protest but Yoongi stops you with a hand on your arm.

‘If you want to stay in the game, of course you can,’ he says, very gently. ‘But at some point you’ve got to think about what the best thing is for your life.’

Without really thinking about it, you lean forward and kiss him.

Yoongi lets you, spreads his legs on the stool so you can fit in between, slips his hand to your hip.

When you pull away, he smiles up at you.

‘Do what’s best for you,’ he says. ‘I’ll always be here.’

His words start a fluttering in your chest that doesn’t stop, not even when you’re back home, in bed, tipsy and warm from the soju.

You fall asleep wondering.

***

Namjoon glances up as you enter his office.

He looks more tired since becoming President, but his smile is as warm as ever.

‘I heard you’re going to be working with Kang Minhyuk,’ he says.

‘I heard you had something to do with it,’ you reply, and he laughs.

‘I wanted you to stay, but as Yoongi pointed out, your talents can be put to use doing something you really love.’

You stop opposite his desk.

‘I’m a writer,’ you say.

‘You’re damned good at it,’ replies Namjoon.

He stands. 

‘Come on, give me a hug and then get out of here before I decide you’re too indispensable to leave.’

You lean into him, breathe him in.

‘That’s Yoongi,’ you tease, feeling surprisingly tearful.

‘Don’t tell him that,’ says Namjoon.

He holds you a moment, then lets go.

‘Keep in touch, ok?’

You nod.

The last thing you see before you close the door to the office is the flash of his dimples as he waves you off.

***

It’s an unseasonably warm evening in January, you unbutton your coat as you leave the Herald offices and walk down the steps to the main road.

There’s a car parked at the bottom of the steps, but what stops you in your tracks is the man leaning against it.

He’s as beautiful as ever. You hadn’t realised, until this very moment, how much you’d missed that curl of his lips that he passes off as a smile.

‘Yoongi!’ 

You hurry down the remaining steps, stop in front of him.

He says your name, your real name, and your smile feels like it takes over your whole face.

‘Hey,’ he says. ‘Want to go for a drink?’

You can’t think of anything you want more.

©hamsterclaw 2023

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Cringefail Throuple 💡

Since Michael and Reader had to go back home for Christmas, they rush back to Oxford to celebrate the new year with Billy. Lots of alcohol, silliness, and sex occurs.

Beloved Cringefail Throuple💡 anon, have I told you how much I love your brain?

NSFW and 18+ only under the cut!

Warnings (kissing, biting, scratching, fingering, threesome, anal, p in v sex, anal fingering, overstimulation, squirting).

It all would have been better if you could have access your respective colleges, alas they're closed until the holidays are over, which forces you and Michael to sneak into Billy's flat to doll yourseves up for New Year's eve. Billy, of course, doesn't know, he thinks you two are celebrating at home, with your families and will be back before the new term starts. This had been the plan, then you and Michael missed your puppy boyfriend too much to wait and your heart hurt too much at the thought of him alone on New Year's Eve as well. And here you are, back to Oxford, ready to have fun, and sex.

When you, finally, emerge from the bathroom, you've gone full goth mode: black make up, corset, fishnet stocking and high heels. Michael stares at you with his mouth hanging, eyes shamelessly on your barely covered cleavage.

"Maybe we should stay in. Wait for Billy here."

He's not drooling, but might as well be. As he stalks towards you, he can feel his cock growing in his pants: maybe you'll help him with that? Lend him a quick hand?

"No, no, no, no, Mr. Gavey. We're here for a reason." You stop his advance with a hand on his chest. "We could have a little head start. It wouldn't be the first time." Michael growls, trying to state his dominance.

Your fingers cupping his growing erection shatter any form of control he's trying to assert over you.

"We're going to go to the pub and wait for midnight there. Then, only then, we'll go home and fuck the first day of the new year away."

Michael's eyes almost cross when the pressure around his cock grows; as dominant as he is, he loves when you take the lead and make him behave, makes it all the sweeter when he punishes you for it.

When you two arrive at the pub, there's already loads of people ready to spend the night, groups of friends singing drunkenly over the muted TV. How you and Michael manage to find a small table is a miracle, so is the fact that said table is in a small nook, so that Billy can't see you, not yet.

You two have to sit very close to one another, pinned as you are between two loud groups of people and Michael can't pass the occasion to trail his hand under your, admittedly, short skirt.

"Don't." You chastise him "What? I don't know where I'm supposed to put my hand. We're a little pressed here." He says with a smirk. "You think you are so smart, are you?" You cross your lags and block his advance. "I am." He uses his trapped hand to slide you and the chair closer to himself. "And you will pay for this."

You feel the heath of his words spreading all over your body: you can't wait.

"Promises, promises." You murmur against his ear.

You yelp when his trapped hand curls cruelly on the meat of your tight, the pitiful sound you've just made drowned by the voices around you.

"You're such a bastard, Gavey." "And you love me all the more for it." Michael has to crane his neck to see the counter. "He's back!"

You can't see Billy from your position, you can imagine he's returned from the storage room and it's your time to shine.

You stand up and adjust your ridiculous short skirt, before you saunter to the counter, where your other boyfriend is; you can feel Michael's eyes on your skin, you burn with his desire. Knowing that he wants and needs you makes you wet, that you can reduce his powerful mind to mush makes you ride the biggest power high of your life.

"Hello gorgeous." You position yourself so that your cleavage is in full view of Billy, who stutters and blushes when he sees it. "Two beers, please?"

You laugh when he doesn't move, doesn't speak, just stares at your breasts: have you broken him?

The spell you've put him under breaks when the other server tells Billy to get a grip on himself and he blushes even more, his big blue eyes finally traveling to your face.

"Hi handsome." You repeat. "How? Why? Is Michael here as well?" "Yes, baby. He's thirsty and hungry as well, not for food, though."

If self combustion were possible, your poor Billy would have burnt on the spot: you two are back and all his need for you two explodes in his loins, his cock stirring in his jeans.

"We'll be at the table nestled in the corner." You say and wink, swaying your hips as you walk back, beers in hand.

Thankfully there's too much noise and people for Billy's colleague to truly notice your interaction or the fact that he's far too willing to go around the tables to collect the empty glasses and plates and that he takes a bit too much time whenever he disappears where the table in the nook is, only to reemerge dazed, having being kissed senseless by you and Michael every single time.

When midnight approaches, you and Michael manage to grab Billy, so that you three can be together when the clock on the telly strikes twelve. All the people around you are too busy celebrating, to notice the passionate kiss you three share at the far end of the pub.

No one is surprised when you two wait for Billy, at the pub you and Michael are known to be his friends and have accompanied him home countless times, the only difference is that you two are drinking shots with the staff, this time, whilst the pub gets closed for the night.

How you three make it home is a miracle, full as you three are with alcohol, swaying as you walk to Billy's apartment.

"How long are you going to stay?" He manages to ask in between kisses. "Until the term starts." Michael answers, his hand grabbing Billy's arse. "We'll need more condoms, then." It's the answer he receives.

The three of you might be drenched in alcohol, yet your combined libidos aren't affected, the kisses shared on the way home have only turned you three on even more: you're wet and loose already, your boys hard in their trousers.

You feel their hands on your body when the door of the flat closes, Michael's hands on your breasts, his lips on your nape, Billy on his knees, face buried under your skirt. You moan at the double sensation, Billy's mouth on your clothed cunt, Michael's fingers pinching your nipples over the thin shirt you've been wearing under the corset.

You three undress sloppily, hands in the way, teeth biting the skin revealed. You barely manage to get to the bed, clothes left everywhere, you lover's fingers buried in your cunt, your hands jacking their cocks.

You three fall in a heap on the mattress, kissing, biting, licking, hands exploring, you between your lovers, their teeth on your skin, their fingers fucking your hole and pinching your clit until you come with a whine. You find yourself on your back, legs over Billy's arms, his cock pushing into your pulsating cunt, grunts of pleasure at how tight your muscles are clenching around his erection, your whines of overstimulation drowned by his moans of pleasure as Michael's fingers fuck against his prostate, Billy's cock fucking you following the rhythm the other has imposed.

Billy buries himself inside your cunt when Michael's cock head starts entering him.

"You haven't been playing with yourself." You hear Michael grunt.

Billy's answer is a moan of pleasure, his face hidden against the side of your neck.

"It means I have to fuck you open again."

You can feel the short, deep pushes of Michael's cock as he moves Billy's hips to follow his movements, Billy's moans and whines of pleasure as he tries to move, to push back, but he's stopped by Michael's hands on his hips. Under them, you're writhing and begging, your cunt still reeling from the previous orgasm sends shock waves of pain and pleasure, your clit fires under the pressure of Billy's hipbone, your muscles clench almost painfully around his manhood, you lovers's grunts of pleasure are all you hear, until Billy whips his head back and comes with a shout.

He's trembling over you, his cock still hard inside your hole fucks you faster, now that Michael can push freely inside of him. You can only curl around Billy's body, your teeth biting his shoulder savagely as he pistons inside of you and fucks himself on Michael's cock, your body taking the brunt of their lovemaking. Your hips desperately try to move away, the stimulation too much for your poor body, yet your orgasm crests and crests, until you come, nails scratching you lovers' skins.

They keep fucking you and one another, Michael bends himself over Billy, so that you three can kiss messily, his hands now on your hips to keep you still, make you take it like you should. It hurts and drives you wild, your cunt a fist around Billy, your feet kicking at nothing in the vain attempt to escape the pleasure.

"I can't! I can't!"

You scream and beg, but Billy's cock drags against your G-spot again, the pressure of their bodies writhing over yours builds inside your belly, until it snaps and you squirt with a shout, your lovers following you with grunts and whines of pleasure.

You three are a trembling mess of limbs on the bed, of lips seeking skin, of nerves singing. You are not sure of who cleans the mess and covers your body with the duvet, you are just floating, riding the endorphins high, safe in your lovers's arms.

"Happy New Year."

Someone says in your ear, you can only babble something and curl tighter around whichever of your lovers is the closest: happy New Year indeed!

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pairing: josh x fem reader

summary: your long term boyfriend takes your virginity.

warnings: minors dni, unprotected sex, mentions of virginity, female pleasure.

thank you for this anon for this post it was so hard to write & im hoping i did you justice ;). as usual, my requests are open.

Growing up, you always considered yourself a slow bloomer, doing everything last. Losing your virginity wasn’t anything different. You had been dating Josh for almost a year and while the idea of sex hung heavily over the two of you, he never went past anything you were ready to do. Always asking if his hand placement was okay or if you were comfortable. And eventually when you told him to stop, he never met your protests with frustration, only adoration.

Tonight was different, tonight you felt deep within your body that you were ready. Ready to give yourself to him wholly and completely.

“I’m ready,” you told him, standing in front of him as he searched for something in his closet. You were perched in a baggy tshirt against the edge of his bed. He turned over to you, eyes wide with hope. And then we was walking over to you, it was like a layer, an outer one that everybody sees peeled away.

Josh yanked off the shirt he was wearing in one fluid movement. He was running the show now. Wrapping his hands around your waist, sliding his fingertips under the elastic of your green panties, and kissing you, softly.

“I’m not going to break,” you whisper against his lips between kisses. You wanted him to kiss you harder, you wanted to feel his passion.

His kisses changed then, from soft delicacies to that of a man starved. Like he’d been waiting all this time. Holding back, out of respect to you and what you wanted.

You didn’t know that much about kissing, only the obvious but you could tell that these kisses were different than any of the other ones you two had shared in the past. He groaned when his tongue licked against yours, he groaned when he bit a tender spot on your neck, and you groaned when he made a guttural noise in the back of his throat as his fingers cupped your ass through your panties. Under your shirt, his hand traveled up to your rib cage. You gasped and smiled into his mouth.

“You did that before.”

He blinked at you, confused, pupils blown large and dark.

“What?”

“The night I kissed you in the hallway, after your show. You did it that night, too.”

“I did what?”

“You touched me. Here.” Your hand slid to your ribs to cover his through the cotton.

He looked up at you through dark lashes, and began to lift a corner of your shirt, up your thighs and past your hip until it caught right under your tits. He leaned into you, pressing his lips against the lowest part of your ribs. You gasped. And gasped again when he bit you softly, and then licked across the same spot.

“Here?” he asked.

You were growing light-headed. It could be how close he was, or the heat in the room. Or the fact that you were almost naked, standing in front of him in nothing but panties and socks. You two had never gotten this far.

“Hey,” He said bringing you out of your thoughts. His mouth traveled upward, less than an inch, teeth grazing against skin and bone. “Here?” You hadn’t thought you could get this wet this quickly. Or at all. Then again, you hadn’t really thought much about sex.

“Pay attention, sweetheart.” He sucked the underside of your left breast. You had to hold on to his shoulders, or your knees would give out on you.

“Here?”

“I . . .” It took a moment to focus, but you nodded.

“Maybe. Yes, there. It was . . . it was a good kiss.” Your eyes fluttered closed, and you didn’t even fight it when he took the shirt completely off you. Feeling totally exposed you covered your arms across your chest. You wish the lights were dimmer, you wished you wore cuter underwear, you wish-

“Hey,” he said pulling your arms down, “you don’t have to do that, you don’t have to hide from me. I see you and I love you.” He pulls you in for a tender kiss and you drop your arms.

His eyes move down and stopped at your breasts like they were something spectacular, his lips parted and breath quick and shallow. He looked up and down at you, eyes glazed over with lust, and said, “I want to keep you in this bedroom for a week.” His hand came up to cup your breast, not exactly gentle. Just this side of too forceful, and you felt yourself clench around nothing. “For a year.”

He pushed his hand against your shoulder blades to make you arch toward him, and then closed his mouth against your breast, all teeth and tongue. The sting was wonderful and you whimpered against the back of your hand, because you hadn’t known, hadn’t thought that you'd be so sensitive, so heightened to his touch, yet here you were nipples raw and eager for his tongue.

“You taste so sweet,” he whispered against your skin.

His palm pressed against your spine, and you arched a little more. You were displayed, arched against him like an offering. “Is that a compliment?” you breathed out with a smile. He flashed you a smile and before you could give him a smart reply he fits your entire breast in his mouth. All of it. He groaned in the back of his throat, and it was clear that he’d love to swallow you whole and you were sure that you would let him.

You should touch him, too; you were the one who’d asked for this, and it followed that you should make sure that being with you was not a chore for him. You didn’t know what to do, where to start or how to begin. He could instruct you on how he liked it. You wanted him to enjoy this just as much as you were.

“This okay?” His voice brings you out of your head. He was looking up at you with a frown, his thumb swiping back and forth on your hip bone.

“You’re all tensed up, baby are you okay?” His voice was strained. He was cupping his cock almost absentmindedly, stroking and gripping every once in a while— when his eyes fell on the hard points of your nipples, when you shivered, when you squirmed to rub your thighs together. “We don’t have to —” he began standing up.

“I want to. I said I did.”

His throat bobbed. “It doesn’t matter, what you said. You can always change your mind.” His hands stroked your cheeks.

“I won’t, I want to give myself to you.” The way he was looking at you, his faces etched with concern, and love. But he just rested his forehead on yours, his breath warm, and let his fingertips coast the elastic of your panties, dip under the thin cotton.

You exhaled when his thumb pressed between your legs, brushing against fabric that was already dark and wet. You exhaled in a rush until there was no air left, embarrassment washing over you at the thought that now he must know exactly how much you wanted this.

He definitely knew. Because he looked back up at you, glassy-eyed and breathing fast. “Damn,” he whispered. He brought his mouth to yours, tongue opening your mouth. He pulled you down and you felt the cool sheets against your back. He moved to kiss your neck and then the valley between your breasts and then your stomach. He played with elastic of your panties again.

“Do you . . .” Your mouth was as dry. Your body pulsating with desire. “Do you want me to take them off?”

“No.” He shook his head. “Not yet.” He hooked his finger on the elastic and pushed the cotton to the side.

You were glistening, swollen and red to your own eyes, way too far ahead, considering that he’d barely done anything to you. Too naive. Too eager. This was embarrassing.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered. Embarrassment pooled in your stomach and you felt heat rising to your cheeks. “I am . . .”

“Perfect.” He wasn’t really talking to you. More to himself, marveling at the way his fingertip sank so easily between your folds, parting them and gliding back and forth until you threw back your head and closed your eyes because the pleasure was streaming, stretching, thrumming through your entire body.

“You are so beautiful.” The words sounded hushed, ripped out of him. “May I?”

It took you a second to realize that he was referring to his middle finger, to the way it was circling around your entrance and tapping at it.

You moaned. “Yes. Anything, I’m yours,” you breathed out.

He leaned over, licked your nipple, and pushed his finger in. You hissed at the stretch and so did Josh.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

He had long fingers—that must be why they didn’t fit. The first knuckle was just shy of too much, a pinching ache and the sensation of damp, uncomfortable fullness. You shifted your hips ever so slightly, trying to adjust and make room, and then shifted some more, until he had to grip your hip with his other hand to keep you still. You gripped his arm with your nails.

His thumb grazed your clit, and you whimpered. “It’s okay, baby. Relax.”

Impossible. Though, if you had to be honest, the way his finger was curving inside you—it was already getting better. Not so painful now, and maybe even wetter if that was physically impossible. Your head lolled back and you shut your eyes.

“There? Is that a good spot?” His eyes bore into you, watching you squirm and writhe under his touch. You wanted to tell him that no, it was too much, but before you could open your mouth, he did it again, until you couldn’t keep quiet anymore, all groans and whimpers and wet noises. Until he tried to get a little further inside, and you couldn’t help wincing.

“What is it?” His voice was deep with arousal. “Does it hurt? Tell me how it feels baby,”

“No,” you said with slight hesitation.

He looked up, eyes narrowing, “I don’t want to hurt you, I want you to enjoy this.”

“I don’t know,” you said and covered your face with embarrassment. You didn’t know what to do and your inexperience was so painfully obvious. The room was chilly. His finger was not inside you anymore, and his hand had left your hip. He uncovered your face and rested a hand on your cheek.

“I’m sorry,” he told you.

“For what?”

“I don’t ever want you to do anything you are unsure of and I’m sorry if I pressured you in anyway,” he said placing a soft kiss against your forehead.

“No,” you told him, “I am sure about this, I just don’t know what to do, I feel so useless while you’re doing all the work.”

He chuckled softly. “I want to do this for you, it is a privilege to get to do this for you. To see you and experience all of you and I am so grateful you chose me.”

His poetic essence always had a way of taking your breath away, you looked up to him and saw the uneven tilt of his smile. The dimple poking out of his left cheek. His palm cupped the side of your face and brought it down for a slow, warm, laughing kiss. You were smiling, too. And kissing him back. Hugging him, arms draped around his neck, and you felt a shiver of pleasure when he pulled you tighter against his chest.

“Look,” he said inching back, “if for any reason you feel uncomfortable or want me to stop, I need you to tell me, okay?”

“Okay,” you agree touching his face. “I trust you and I want to do this with you.”

“Me too.” He sighs. “You have no idea.”

He kissed you softly and then moved to your neck and then your collarbone and then down your stomach. It wasn’t until he was pushing your legs wide open with his palms on your inner thighs and then kneeling between them that you realized what he was doing. His eyes remained on you as we was sliding down, low.

The way he parted you with his tongue, it was as though you were butter and his tongue was a hot knife. He was slow but sure, experienced, and didn’t pause when your thigh stiffened against his palm, or when you tried to squirm away. He just groaned, rich and low; then ran his nose in the skin at the juncture of your abdomen, inhaling deeply; and then he licked you once more. His eyes held your gaze, and a teasing smile painted his face.

“Josh stop,” you pleaded, and for a moment he just nuzzled his face against your folds like he had no intention of doing any such thing. Then he lifted his head, eyes glazed with lust.

“Mmm?” His lips vibrated against you.

“Maybe . . . maybe you should stop?”

He went still, his hand tightening around your thigh. “Have you changed your mind?”

“No. But we should do other things, right?”

He frowned. “You don’t like this?”

“No. Yes, I mean I do like it but I’ve never . . .” The line between his eyebrows deepened. “But I’m the one who put you up to this, so we should do things that you are into, and not stuff for me . I want you to feel good too.”

He didn’t answer you. Instead he placed the flat of his tongue against your clit, pressing just enough to make you clench and exhale in a rush. The tip was circling around your clit, which sent your hand straight to your mouth, and biting the fleshy part of your palm.

“Josh!” Your voice sounded foreign, animalistic almost. “Did you hear what I said?”

“You said to do something I’m into.” His breath was hot against you. “I am.”

“You can’t possibly want to do this,”

He squeezed your leg. “I can’t remember a moment I didn’t.” He looked spellbound between your legs, like you were the last meal on Earth.

“Wouldn’t you rather—”

“No.” He placed a nip on your inner thigh.

“I didn’t even say—”

“There isn’t anything I’d rather do,” he said glancing up at you.

“But—”

He sucked on one of your lips with a loud, wet noise, and you gasped. And then his tongue was inside you, and you moaned, half in surprise, half at the pleasure.

Yes.

“Fuck,” someone said. It wasn’t you, so it must have been Josh. “Fuck.” It felt incredible. Otherworldly. His tongue, dipping in and out, circling and lapping, and his nose against your skin, and the quiet sounds he made from deep in his chest whenever you contracted. An unfamiliar pool of warmness bottomed in your stomach.

You weren’t sure you were going to cum. Not with another person in the room touching you. “This might take a while, I’ve never… finished before,” you said apologetically, hating how thin your voice sounded.

“Fuck, yes.” His tongue swiped the entirety of you, a long, broad stroke. “Please.” You didn’t think you’d ever heard him quite this enthusiastic about anything, not even writing or his music. It kicked the whole thing a few notches higher for you, and it got worse when you noticed his arm. The one that wasn’t cupping the cheek of your ass and holding you open. He hadn’t taken himself out of his pants yet, and it didn’t seem fair, since you were all splayed open for him. But the way his arm was shifting, how his hand was moving up and down slowly, that was just unbearable. He was touching himself while he was touching you.

“Babe.” He leaned back a few centimeters and kissed the inside of your shaking thigh. Took a deep breath with his nose, as if to hold the smell of you within himself. “You can’t cum yet.” His lips brushed against your folds as his tongue dipped in again, and you squeezed your eyes shut. There was that warm burning heat blossoming in your tummy. Your fingers clawed at the sheets, grasping for an anchor, something to hold on to as this foreign feeling took over.

“Josh,” your voice was breathy and pleading.

“Don’t,” he started, “two more minutes.” He sucked on.

“I’m going to cum if you don’t stop,” you tell him threading your hands through this hair.

“One more minute then.”

“I can’t—”

“Focus, for me baby.”

In the end, it was his voice that brought you over the edge. That quiet, possessive tone, the hint of an order in the low rasp of his words, and the pleasure broke over you like an ocean wave. Your mind snapped, and was heightened. Josh was everywhere and when you had a sense of the world again, he was still licking you, except more slowly, as if not to hurt you with overstimulation. He met your eyes and continued his devouring with no purpose but to savor you, remember you, and keep your taste into his memory. “I want to go down on you until you pass out or until I do, whichever comes first.” His lips were so soft against your skin, his breath tickling you slightly.

“No.” You fisted the pillow. “you can’t.”

“Why?”

“I need to…” you began, but didn’t finish because he pushed one finger inside you. This time it sank like a rock into water, smooth and without warrant, and your walls clamped on it as if to welcome Josh and hold him inside forever.

“Jesus.” He licked your clit again, and you were too sensitive for this.

“You are,” he hooked his finger inside you, pressing against the roof of your insides, and the pleasure welled in you again, washing against your edges, “so perfect and tight and warm.”

The heat flooded within you once more, leaving you openmouthed. Bright colors of pleasure bursted behind your eyelids. You felt your walls contract around his finger as you reached your climax.

“God you’re ethereal,” he groaned and slid in another finger on the tail end of your orgasm. His mouth continued to suck and snip on your clit. Your body bloomed into something made of bright light. It left you heavy and breathless and you were not sure how long went by before you could bring yourself to bring your palm to his forehead and gently push him away to get him to stop. He shot you a grin but complied, and you tugged him up. He looked like he might start again any moment, and it would be nice, to have him next to you for a moment. Maybe he was thinking the same because he lifted himself above you, leaning his weight on his forearm. His chest pushed against your chest, one thigh lodged firmly between your legs.

“Can I fuck you?”

He said it, and then he kissed you, unconcerned with where his mouth had been just seconds earlier. You wondered if you should be put off by that, but you were still riding the high of your previous orgasm. You didn’t point out that you already gave him permission to do so. Him asking was just so Josh, him making sure you hadn’t changed your mind or that you were comfortable. Your palms came up to cup his face, and you began to trace his cheekbones with your thumbs. They were red, and hot.

“Can I fuck you?” He sucked the base of your throat, repeating himself. “Please?” He breathed it against your ear, and it wasn’t as though you could say no. Or wanted to. You nodded your permission and reached down your bodies for his cock, but he beat you to it and pulled down his pants, closing his fist around it. He was larger than you’d thought he’d be. You could still feel his heart pounding rapidly against your chest as he aligned himself to you and nudged the head against your opening and even though you were lax now, you still were not loose enough.

“Shhhh,” It didn’t quite hurt, but it was nearly too much. Definitely not easy. And yet, that sensation, the sting of stretch wasn’t enough to tell him to stop.

“What’s wrong,” he became so still over you. “Am I hurting you?”

“No,” you said. “Just go slow, please.”

He dipped down and kissed you softly on your collarbone. You adjusted your hips, and he was rubbing your clit again, making your thighs tremble, as you tried to open them wider. To invite him inside. You both were too dazed to kiss with any kind of coordination by this point, but his lips were hot and soft when they brushed against yours. Josh’s hand came up behind your knee and angled it just so, spreading your legs in a way you simply hadn’t thought of. Firmly holding you open, exposed to him.

“You’re so perfect, I’m so lucky,” he said pushing into you slowly inch by inch. His mouth was slightly opened, his brows pulled together. He was beautiful. When there was a slight pinch and tears sprung into your eyes at the sensation. Your body welcomed him and pulled at him until he bottomed out and stretching you farther than you ever imagined. You felt filled, whole.

“Are you okay,” he asked you breathing heavily. He swiped at the tears that ran down your cheeks.

“Yes, I’m okay,” you told him. You both exhaled, his with relief and yours with pleasure.You smiled up at him and he smiled back, just a little.

“You’re so beautiful laid out under me,” he kissed you softly. “I’m going to move, okay? Tell me if I need to stop.”

You nodded up at him and moved inside you, just a hint of a thrust, and it made your entire body clench around him. He groaned and moved his face to the hallow of your neck. You felt his cock twitch and pulsate inside you, like a heartbeat. Your head fell to the pillow, your eyes were clenched shut and you were moaning his name.

Then Josh pulled out all the way and pushed back in. In the span of a few seconds his thrusts went from tentative, exploratory, to slow and passionate. His hand slid to the small of your back, lifting you into him as he thrusted into you over and over again, rubbing inside you, against you, forcing pleasure to vibrate up your spine.

“Is this okay?” he asked against your ear, not quite managing to stop moving against you. “Does this feel good?”

You opened your mouth to answer and found that you couldn’t. You couldn’t utter a word past the sharp hitch of your breath, the way your fingers dug into the sheets, desperate for an anchor to hold you still. The warm pressure was building up again inside you.

“You have to tell me, if you don’t like it,” he rasped. He was eager, a little clumsy, losing control and slipping out of you, having to nudge his cock back inside. He was out of focus, but so were you, too flooded by how good he felt, how good he was making you. You were drunk on the pleasure, how smoothly he slid in and out, and how he was made for you.

“Josh,” you began with a gasp.

“Please, you have to tell me, I need to know.” He stopped with a moan, because you moved your hips slightly and clenched around him. Your entrance gripping him harder, sucking him deeper.

“It feels good.” You reached up to fist your fingers in his disheveled fucked out hair. His warm brown eyes met yours and you made sure he was paying attention. “I love it, Josh. I love you.”

He began to move against against you, slow and deep. He brought his thumb to rub circles over your clit. You threw your head back once again. You knew you weren’t going to last much longer.

“Josh, I’m going to cum, don’t stop,” you said, you sounded breathless and out of control.

“Cum for me baby, I need to feel you cum around my cock,” he began to move his thumb faster over you. It wasn’t much longer than your warmness brought you over the edge and the brightness lit up the inside of your eyes as another orgasm ripped through you. He fucked you through it and threaded his fingers with yours.

You could tell he was close. His cock twitching inside of you. “Cum inside of me,” you whispered to him, tracing the side of his face and squeezing the hand that was in yours. He made a crude noise and shuddered, pumping hard and muttering nonsense into your skin, nonsense he has told you before: how perfect you were, how beautiful, how long he’d wanted this, how he would never, could never let go of you. You felt his orgasm soar, the blinding, all-consuming pleasure as he trembled on top of you. You smiled, satisfied.

He rolled off of you and pulled you against him until your head was against his chest. He entwined your legs with his until you two all but melted into one person. You were both breathing heavy. His cheeks were red and his hair was a wild mass of curls.

“Thank you,” you whispered against his chest. You were both sticky but neither one of you moved away from the other.

“No baby, thank you,” he said and placed one last single soft kiss against your hairline. You felt warm and safe. You gave him a squeeze and you let his erratic heartbeat lull you to sleep.