#plz plz plz just give us new sinks i beg

[edith-is-a-cat]

I vote my school should invest money into the bathrooms we have enough for sports

[rikupid]

[3:00] 💭 your teeth in my neck . . . wc: 1.7k

warnings: haechan x afab!reader, nsfw (MDNI), dom!haechan who is still kinda whiny, pinv sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up plz), breeding, degradation, light humiliation, use of pet names (baby, angel, whore), dacryphilia, overstimulation, hyuck is just stressed!!

author’s note: winnie writing dom haechan… WHAT HAPPENED TO ME… looks around nervously bc Who am i!!!!! anyways i hope u all enjoy 😖😖

haechan didn’t mean to snap.

he didn’t mean to grab you by the waist and push you up against the wall with so much force that you thought you had done something wrong, staring at him with a confused expression.

you know he’s not usually like this, his behavior catching you completely off guard, and his only excuse is that he’s just stressed. he hasn’t gotten a break, jumping from schedule to schedule, being told to do this and do that, pushing him over his limit. haechan’s stressed, but he really didn’t mean to snap.

his hands are rough, roaming all over your body and groping whatever he can reach. haechan’s normally sweet, treating your body with so much care that it makes you want to cry, but suddenly, like a flip had been switched, his hands begin to trail lower and lower, squeezing your ass and tugging your hips forward.

you gasp as you feel his bulge pressing against your core, mind trying to process what exactly’s going on because haechan’s never acted like this before, never taken what he wants without desperate little pleas, begging for you to make him feel good.

“hyuck,” you whine, wrapping your arms around his neck and grinding against his bulge, despite your earlier confusion. “what’s—mm, what’s wrong, baby?”

haechan just groans, burying his face into your neck and pulling you impossibly closer, itching for your body against his. he mouthes messily at your neck, biting and licking your skin until it’s wet, flushed red and properly claimed.

“hyuck—“ you try again, but it’s obvious that haechan doesn’t wanna talk, too wound up to even think about voicing his stress properly if the rough sink of his teeth is anything to go by.

he pulls away from your neck, sliding his hands up towards your waist and underneath your shirt, mapping the smooth feel of your skin. “mine,” haechan mumbles, leaning in to nip at your bottom lip. it’s the first word he’s said all night, and something about it makes you throb with desperation, this new side of your boyfriend weird, but not unwelcome.

you nod your head, leaning forward to connect your lips fully and tangling your fingers in his hair. haechan moans into your mouth, slipping his tongue inside and gripping your waist with so much force that you’re sure it’ll bruise.

everything’s so hot, making your head spin as your boyfriend practically eats you alive, almost as if he was trying to prove that you were his, leaving no room for argument.

haechan’s the first to pull away, leaving the both of you gasping for air, lips slick with spit and swollen a pretty red. his gaze is heavy as he locks eyes with you, swimming with a mix of emotions that you can’t quite read. without a word, he slips a hand down into the front of your pants, past the waistband of your sweats and underneath your panties, fingers immediately sliding between your folds and spreading them, marveling at just how wet you are.

“barely even touched you,” haechan mumbles, staring at where his hand is deep inside your pants, rubbing small circles on your clit with his middle finger. “so fucking wet,” he adds, biting his lip.

“yeah—yeah,” you breathe, head falling back against the wall with a loud thump. you roll your hips into his hand, chasing more of the pleasure that comes from him touching you.

“stop moving,” haechan hisses, using his other hand to hold your hips down, forcing them to stay still. his words are harsh, void of any emotion as he growls, “you’re gonna take what i fucking give you.”

you can’t help the whine that slips from your throat, nodding and not daring to try moving again. your pussy throbs at the rough treatment, turning you on even more.

haechan says nothing else, pulling his hand out of your pants and flipping you around, crowding you up against the wall. you moan, an unexpected noise at the sudden switch in position, and his bulge strains against the curve of your ass.

his movements are rushed, little to no care behind them as he tugs your sweats and panties down, leaving them pooling around your knees. you shiver at the sudden exposure, closing your eyes and pushing your ass back against him, desperate for whatever he’s about to do to you.

“hyuck,” you moan, pressing your forehead up against the wall. you hear the faint sound of his zipper, biting your lip in anticipation.

haechan ignores you, pulling his leaking cock out of his pants, barely even bothering to pull them down, before grabbing the base and guiding it towards your slit. he teases, dragging the tip between your folds and wetting it with your own arousal.

“could jus’ slip it in if i wanted,” he whispers, talking to nobody but himself and pressing the tip inside as if he were really going to. “gonna fuck this pretty pussy, make it all mine,” he breathes out, hands pressing into your back, forcing it down into a pretty arch.

“please, hyuck,” you whine, walls fluttering around the tip of his cock that’s just barely pressing inside you.

haechan scoffs, a lazy grin on his face as he takes in the sight of you, pressing your ass back into his cock as if you were some kind of cheap whore. “begging and i haven’t even done shit,” he sneers, holding your hips in place to keep you from moving.

he pulls the tip of his cock out before spitting into his hand, slicking up his length and groaning at the stimulation. before he can lose himself in the pleasure, he places both of his hands on your ass, spreading your cheeks to slide his cock inside your pussy, bottoming out in one slow and deep thrust.

a long moan is ripped from your throat, the girth of his cock stretching you out so good, any thoughts you had disappearing and melting from your brain. “hyuck—oh,” you cry, squeezing your eyes shut.

“tight—so fucking tight,” haechan gasps, hunching over your back and digging his face into the back of your shoulder. he pulls out, just barely leaving the tip inside, before slamming his hips against yours, bullying his cock back into your pussy. like this, he builds up a rhythm, fucking you without mercy, his thrusts too fast for you to stay coherent, moans choked and words stuck in your throat.

he’s so deep it feels like you can’t breathe, your hands scrambling for something to hold onto, fingers digging uselessly into the wall. your body rocks with slam of haechan’s hips, legs going weak as you try to keep up.

“take it so good, baby—fuck,” haechan whines, voice shaky and out of breath, but his hips keep the same relentless pace, never letting up. “made to take my cock,” he babbles, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer, “gonna make me fucking c-cum.”

“please,” you moan, feeling your orgasm build up. your pussy throbs, heat boiling in your stomach and threatening to explode so hard you’ll break.

“yeah? maybe s’all you’re good for,” he says, slowing his hips and rolling them in deep, pointed thrusts. “just a whore that’s only good for cock,” haechan mumbles in your ear, bringing a hand down to rub at your clit. a choked moan leaves your lips, spit beginning to pool inside your mouth.

“so dirty baby, so fucking dirty, getting off on me fucking you like this,” he continues, words punctuated with each thrust.

“hyuck—hyuck,” you gasp, barely managing to get the words out. he picks up the pace again, leaving you breathless, and finally, the tension in your belly snaps, orgasm washing over you in strong, powerful waves. your legs give out, body supported only by haechan’s grip, and fuck, he’s still going.

“that’s it, baby,” haechan groans, hips stuttering from the way your pussy clenches around him, practically sucking his cock back inside.

“too much, s’too much,” you whine, loud and pathetic, tears welling up in your eyes. your hand flies down to grab his wrist, trying to stop him from rubbing at your oversensitive and throbbing clit.

“shut up,” haechan spits, grabbing both of your hands and pinning them behind your back. “k-know you can take it, angel, c’mon,” he pants, thrusts turning sloppy as he feels his orgasm getting closer and closer.

“hyuck,” you sob, too stupid to think of anything else, haechan’s cock having properly fucked you silly, leaving you with nothing but the thoughts of hyuck, hyuck, hyuck.

finally, after what feels like years, haechan pushes in with one last final thrust of his hips, groaning as he spills inside your pussy. “fuck,” he whines, biting his lip as he cums, the tension in his shoulders disappearing with every last drop.

you’re both panting, completely spent, and for a moment, it’s silent. haechan nuzzles into the back of your neck, rubbing his sweaty bangs against your skin, and it should be disgusting, but you’re too tired to actually scold him.

he pulls his cock out, backing away to watch as your hole flutters, a small trickle of cum beginning to pool and spill out. “mine,” he whispers, hands caressing your skin like an apology, trying to make up for the rough treatment.

you nod, finally coming back to your senses. “yours,” you agree, sniffly and quiet. haechan gently guides you back into a standing position, crowding you against the wall and nuzzling back into your neck.

“love you,” he mumbles, voice quiet and obviously drained, his body slouching against you. he tightens his arms around your waist, sighing.

“love you too, hyuckie,” you hum. “what was wrong?”

“just—you know,” haechan whines, not wanting to elaborate.

and yeah, you know. with you, words aren’t necessary for you to know what your boyfriend needs.

a/n: ummmmm… Not sure. the haechan voices got to me and that video of him moaning during the asmr with jisung did Not help!! lmk what u guys thought about this :>

tags: @haetrack @injunnie-lemon

[lazysimp]

may we get some more moments of bull bakugo and cow y/n plz? 🤲

A/N: Sure anon, I hate to say it but I like this AU more than should. These are the features I imagined Bakugou/reader has.

Warnings/tags: cow boy, animal hybrid fic, oral sex, anal sex, male reader, 18+ MDNI

wc: 1.3k

How Bull Bakugou reacts to you being taken away

In the weeks following Bakugou first claiming the two of you had never been separated longer than a few minutes. He was obsessed, always keeping you within arms reach until today.

After a long night of fun, the two of you curled up under his favorite tree enjoying the breeze on a hot day. This is how most of your days were spent. In the distance, you could hear the sound of the metal machines coming closer but you had nothing to worry about, the humans only ever dropped off food or new friends. But today their plan seemed to change.

The black metal machine stopped a little distance away and two humans stepped out, one was holding some strange stick and the other a large cloth bag.

You looked down to your sleeping boyfriend and wondered if you should wake him, maybe he would know what to do, but before you could try to do anything a sharp prick jabbed into your thigh.

You look down to see a small shiny tube sticking out of your thigh with a bright feather on its top. Before you could warn Bakugou, one of the tubes stuck his thigh, shocking him awake, but it was too late. Whatever they did to you already had you falling into darkness, listening to the bellow of rage as Bakugou realized too late what was happening.

Your groggy eyes opened a few hours later, you take a quick survey of your surroundings and realize they must have taken you back to the main barn. Being a hybrid you don’t get many interactions with humans, both species usually choosing to leave the other in peace.

The door to your pin opened and a farmer with green hair opened the door, you smile with relief. He had been one of the humans you used to see when you lived in the barn.

“Sorry to disturb your rest little one,” he mumbled, opening up a small case. “You are due for a couple of shots and a quick checkup just to make sure you are healthy.”

You nod, relieved. Checkups, when you lived near the main barn, were common. You hoped they told Bakugou what was going on.

The kind farmer’s hands expertly delivered your shots and took a few vitals before leading you back to the metal machine. You waved bye as the farmhand drove back to the pasture, back to Bakugou.

But the scene you return to was nothing you were expecting. The fence surrounding the grass field was all but in ruins. The strong wood posts having been ripped from the ground. The metal feeding pin that held hay was lying in pieces around the field. You look around trying to see if a storm had come through only to see the cause of all the damage.

Bakugou was rushing towards the truck, fury etched on his face as he prepared to ram it. The farmhand quickly opened the door keeping you inside and gently pushes you out before rushing away.

You don’t even have time to look up before he is on top of you, rubbing his hands over your skin. You try to get out a few words, to reassure him you were fine, but he was not listening. His frantic eyes inspected every inch of your skin, making sure the humans had not done something to you.

Once his eyes slowed to meet you you give him a soft smile, trying to show him that you were ok, but he needed more. His heart was racing, since he had woken up with you, not by his side he had been on a rampage. Anything that had been in his path was now rubble. Despite now having you safe in his arms, adrenaline was still pumping through him.

Not waiting another minute his hand clamps around your neck, gently pushing your back to the ground.

You spread open your knees, already knowing what he had planned. His mouth was on you in seconds, taking your cock deep into his mouth. You let out a small whine, already overwhelmed. Bakugou had made it his life's mission to find exactly what made you tick. He spent hours teasing your sweet body, watching silently as you wither around, taking mental notes at what moves made you crazy.

If you thought he was good before, he was a god now. Sucking your cock into his mouth with the exact pressure he knew would drive you higher. He did not bother to open your with his fingers, he knew your ass would still be stretched from the night before.

It only took a few more lashes of his tongue before your legs clamped together around his head. He moaned on your cock, enjoying the feel of your soft thighs around his head.

When your body stops trembling he pries open your knees, keeping them open as his cock lined up with your entrance. You are too dazed from your orgasm to do anything but lie there as he slowly sinks into your heat.

You both groan at the sensation of him entering you, the burn of the stretch only making the pleasure feel more intense.

He does not give you time to adjust before he is running into you, his heavy balls hitting your skin with each deep thrust. His deep grunts filled your ears, telling you how much he loved being inside you, filling you up with his cum.

A tightness starts to grow in your lower abdomen, like a rope slowing twisting, building tension with each thrust. Your legs started to tremble around him, the muscles quivering with anticipation.

You were already so close, you just needed a little bit more. But Bakugou was not going to let you off that easy. Changing the angle of his thrusts until the tightness loosened. You let out a cry of protest, wanting that feeling to return.

"Beg," he growled into your ear, "Beg if you want to cum on my cock."

You wanted to have outraged, to yell at him and demand more. Instead, your pretty lips opened to say, "Please Bakugou, please let me cum on your cock."

His hips shifted again, his thrusts now hitting the pleasure spot inside your ass. "More," he groaned, "Beg me for more."

"Bakugou," you cry, losing the ability to think, "Please, I really need to cum, please let me cum. I'll be a good boy I promise, please just let me cum."

"A good boy hm? What does my good boy want me to do?" he panted, his thrusts growing sloppier.

"My cock," you babble, barely coherent, "Please play with my cock."

His lips press themselves on your forehead, wordlessly rewarding your words as his hand slipped down your body, settling on your straining cock. Your body jolts as fingers rub across the head of your cock, spreading the precum that had accumulated.

His strong finger surrounded your cock, stroking the tender skin in time with his thrusts. It was enough. With a silent scream, the rope inside you released, sending you spiraling.

You could not control your body as convulsions traveled through you, making every muscle tense. Bakugou watched his hard work pay off before your clenching hole finally pushed him over the edge. A low groan left his lips as he spilled inside you, his balls twitching as he filled you to the brim with his cum.

He does not bother to pull his cock out as he lifts you into his arms, holding your chest to chest as he carries you back to his tree. Having you filled with his cum finally allowed him to calm down enough to realize why you had been taken but he did not regret destroying everything around him. Humans needed to know who you belonged to the next time they try to take you away.

[charliehoennam]

quarantine pick-me-ups and eat-me-outs

A/N: My city is under lockdown and I got the quarantine blues so this is purely a self-indulgent drabble. @agentpenas @ionlyjoinedforboydholbrook @holbrook-boyd @tellyouamystery tagging you beauts because I thought you'd enjoy it. Sorry I haven't been as present as I'd like to be, but I'm coming back...slowly lmaooo but I'm trying y'all ❤

Warnings: 18 & over only!! covid-19 quarantine; oral performance; voyeurism (kinda? i think?); language.

Pairing: Quinn Makenna x gn!reader

Word count: 1,312

SHARING IS CARING, SO REBLOG!

There was nothing better than feeling the worry melt away like butter in a hot pan every time you caught a glimpse of Quinn from the corner of your eye or heard a noise echoing through your home.

Whether it was just spurting curses for stubbing his toe against the coffee table or hearing the echoes of his talks to Rory on Facetime, it was enough to remind you he was home and safe.

When you got used to Quinn’s absence, it was fairly common to unintentionally forget he was back.

He didn’t take any offense by it; he understood the adapting period better than anyone including you. Now, with the pandemic, you were forced to work from home and it was good. Ensured your safety and income all the while helping you adapt quicker to Quinn’s return. But there were other factors you had to adapt to and one of them was business video calls.

Getting out of bed was already hard enough to do. Seeing him beautifully wrapped in your love-stained sheets begging for you to resume the matinal erotic playtime you had just finished indulging in certainly didn’t make it any easier.

He spent such much time away on lengthy military operations in some corner of the world that would probably take you a little while to locate on a map.

Though you learned to work with the long distance, intimate videos for his eyes only and phone sex could only do so much.

It wasn’t easy on his end either; his hand could never replace your warm, wet hug tightening around his cock which only made him even more grateful for every time he came back to you.

Surely, the sex was one of the benefits but both you and Quinn looked forward to these moments: nothing could compare to the sweet familiarity of being home.

It killed you a little inside that you couldn’t give him the full attention you wanted to. He didn’t demand it from you.

There was nothing you wanted more than to be in bed with your boyfriend, catching up on your TV shows together with snacks and pauses for a different kind of snack.

He knew you had to work and he respected that. He nodded and curled his lips into a sympathetic smile which ironically made your heart sink ever more.

The fact that he was so understanding made you want to make it up to him and you promised yourself you would the second work was done with for the day.

The meeting had barely started and you were already through your first cup of coffee. Everyone had to give their weekly reports, share information and take notes that made you wonder why this couldn’t have been done over e-mail instead.

Your cellphone lit up with Quinn’s text which you expected since he was already in the kitchen fixing himself some toast and eggs.

You smiled glancing at him and reply discreetly on your phone.

“Coffee?”

“Yes plz!

Meeting is boring af

heeeeelp😭”

Your giant boyfriend doesn’t reply; you can hear him chuckling as he walks over to grab your empty mug and fill it with the hot beverage just the way he knows you prefer.

Sat at the other side of the table, Quinn quietly eats his breakfast while catching up with the news on his phone although he can’t really seem to concentrate on any article.

His eyes kept drifting back to you like a magnet unable to resist the pull, subconsciously wanting to make sure you’re really there; that he’s not imagining it like he has before. However, it doesn’t take a genius to see you were beyond bored and trying your best to not seem as uninterested just like your fellow co-workers.

He wanted to do something to cheer you and he thought of the perfect thing to amuse you.

You could tell he had a dirty thought in mind by the way he stared at you, lent back lazily in his chairs letting his eyes eat you up like the night before when you were riding him into bliss.

A flush of heat shot up to your cheeks as you tried to remain the calm facade for the camera when you caught his large body slipping underneath the table.

Judging from the way his eyes darken, you know it can’t be good.

As his large frame slips down under the table, you begin anxiously squirming in your chair wondering what he’s up to.

It’s only when his lips press against your thigh that you realize he’s got an appetite for something else.

You have to glue your eyes to your notes as you hear yourself stuttering during your turn of the presentation. The son of a gun picked the worst moment to go down on you, but you want him so bad.

He knows you do and he asserts that his hands wrap around just below your knees and jerk you towards him, forcing your legs to spread open for his hungry mouth.

You, my friend, are the only thing on the menu now. Ain’t no running from him now – not that you would if you could.

Your eyes close for a moment when his warm wet lips latch onto you. You try to play it off like you’re trying to remember all the issues you had to discuss with the team and so far, you seem to be doing a great job at it. But he knows you better.

He knows you’re struggling to keep calm by the way your fingers rake his hair and the hitch he hears in your voice which you try to mask by clearing your throat. Your mind tells you to focus, but your body betrays you and expands to welcome his broad silhouette.

When his hands join in on the action, your posture instantly straightens and the volume of your voice increases just a tad. If your co-workers could hear the wet squelches of your embarrassing wetness, you don’t think you could ever show your face at work.

Quinn has an innate talent to think ahead – probably due to his position in the military forces – so he limits his movements to a slow pace.

You assume it’s to avoid loud noises, but you’re almost sure it’s purely to tease you. You crave that friction, the roughness of his long fingers handling your sex like he owned it.

Keeping still becomes of a challenge with every stroke of his tongue, circling and suckling on that sensitive spot that gets your toes curling.

The searing white hot heat pulses through your body and you’re already at the edge in every way of the word. The edge of your seat and the edge of your bone-tingling orgasm he’s building up in your core.

You fight against it throughout your presentation and once your boss thankfully shifts the team’s attention to another worker, you hit that mute button just in time for the curses to roll off your tongue.

“F-Fuck, baby. Right there!” you yelp shutting your eyes tightly as you lean forward with an elbow propped on the edge of the table and a hand over your mouth. Who knew you could mask your O-face so well?

Your body trembles as you come undone in his mouth, tugging at his golden locks as he eases you down.

“Easy now, darlin’. I got you.”

He’s got the widest smile on his face when you look down at him. When did he drape your leg over his shoulder?

“Are you crazy? Do you have any idea what sorta trouble you could’ve gotten me in?” you feign at him with a dazed smile. He chuckles peppering kisses over the supple flesh of your thigh with a cocky smile.

“In all fairness, you did ask for help so I helped. You can thank me later.”

[idabbleincrazy]

Mendings, Major and Minor (4)

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<--Chapter Three

Fandom: Angel (Buffyverse)

Rating: E

Pairing: Spangel

Word Count: 5289

Warnings: Angst, bathtub foreplay, naked kissing, blood drinking, vampire dynamics, Sire/Childe dynamics

Series Summary: Spike gets badly injured after dragging Angel along to an ill-conceived demon fight and Angel finds he can’t help but slip back into long-repressed habits. When the past comes back to them, will they continue fighting the inevitable or can Angel find a way for them to move forward, together?

Chapter Summary: Angel realizes Spike's pain goes deeper than previously thought, and tries to make a step towards making up for Angelus' mistreatment of him in Sunnydale. Spike teeters between holding up one last wall of resistance and giving in completely to the temporary respite of Angel's attention.

A/N: There was supposed to be smut in this chapter, but once again angst got in the way, so rather than a super long chapter, i’m just gonna save the sexy times for the next chapter! 

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Chapter Four: Let’s Get Lost

Angel couldn’t pinpoint exactly when he managed to fall asleep as he wondered through all ways he could fix the mess that Angelus had left of his and Spike’s bond, but he knew why he woke up. 

“No! Don’t, please”, Spike’s affected accent had fallen away, his voice soft and scared, more vulnerable than Angel had heard in a long time. “I’m begging you, please, don’t do this. Please!”

Spike cried out a broken sob and Angel clutched the blonde to him instinctively, his hand raising to cup Spike’s face, gently stroking his cheek. Soon enough, Spike’s eyes opened, steely blue irises full of fear as he tried to pull away.

“Shh, hush, it’s okay, Spike. You’re okay. Whatever you saw, it was just a nightmare.” Angel kept his voice on the softer side of firm, slipping back into the tone he used to use on Drusilla during one of her episodes, soothing Spike until he settled back beside him with an embarrassed huff. “William, you’re okay. You’re safe.”

Angel watched as Spike’s eyes cleared away whatever images had brought out such fear in them. He let his hand drop away from Spike’s cheek as he turned his face away, his bottom lip trembling slightly. Don’t hide from me, Will. Please.

“Seemed like a pretty bad dream, care to tell me what you saw?”

“It was...just, a whole slew of stuff. Past stuff.” Careful, you nut. Bad enough he had to witness that horrendous display. Just keep givin’ him cannon fodder, why don’t you?

Angel felt his soul sinking, all sorts of possible images filling his head as he waited for Spike to continue. When Spike realized Angel was still expecting him to continue, he shook his head with a sigh, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Some older, some new. Me mum, rantin’ ‘n raving at me. Pavayne, tryin’ to toss me into Hell. Dru, sendin’ me off for good. Buffy, when she died in the Hellmouth. An-” Spike trailed off, still not meeting Angel’s gaze.

“He was there, wasn’t he?” It’s always going to come back to him, isn’t it? Angel sighed and rolled onto his side, laying Spike against the pillows. “You can tell me, you know? I’d like you to. There’s...there are things, missing pieces of time from back then, that he won’t let me see. I’ve tried to access it, but it’s buried too deep. Spike, I’m not him, I just need you to remember that.”

“I know, Peaches.” Spike finally looked over at him, his lips set in a sad smile. “I know.”

“Did”, Angel paused, unsure if he even wanted to know the answer to the question that lay heavy on his tongue. He swallowed thickly and tried again. “Was this, the nightmare...was it because of what we’re doing? Is it too much, too fast? I mean, we can put the brakes on all of this if it’s too soon.”

“No, we’re - it’s not too much, pet.” Spike pushed back the rising fear of what he’d left unspoken and forced a sly smile on his lips. Not gonna let a soddin’ dream stop me from enjoying this while I can. He’s more than likely gonna send me on my merry way the second I walk proper, anyway, need to take what I can get while I’m still here. “If anything, it hasn’t been enough...Sire.”

“Will.” Angel tried to discern the truth behind Spike’s claim, knowing his Childe’s penchant for hiding his vulnerability behind his mask of snark. Without the blood pulling on his instincts, Spike would no doubt be able to control himself better, even this soon after it had worn off. “I’m serious. Much as I want more, if you’re not ready-”

“Liam, I mean it. You and me, it’s what I need right now.” Spike’s smile turned more genuinely sultry and he reached up to tease his fingers over the fading bite mark on Angel’s neck, hooded eyes darkening slightly at Angel’s responding shudder. “The dreams aren’t anything new. ‘Spect they’ll never really go away. It’s not you, he’s not you. We just gotta keep tellin’ me so.”

Angel let his eyes slip closed as Spike’s fingertips trailed over the curve of his neck, sighing as he felt himself giving in despite the nagging insistence that there was still more to the matter.

“Damn it, Spike. Fine.” Angel forced his eyes open and looked Spike over. “How are your legs?”

Spike let his hand drop away from Angel’s neck, focusing on moving his legs, one at a time. He tried to move his toes but nothing happened. Not walking yet, at least. Next, he tried his ankles and met with the same result. Maybe the blood’s not working as fast as we thought? Last, Spike tried his knees, and with a soft huff of surprise, watched as they bent slightly, the effort of making them move more strenuous than he had expected. 

“Well, seems my knees work now. At least that’s somethin’.”

Angel swept his hand down Spike’s leg, pinching lightly at his calf.

“Did you feel that?”

“No. Sorry. Guess it’s slowin’ back down?”

“Well, you didn’t drink as much as I’d been giving you while you were unconscious. Should have made you drink more than one mug of the human blood earlier.” Angel’s nose twitched as the smell of curdling blood registered, and he looked over at the table with a grimace. “Or, at least put the pitcher back in the fridge. Good thing I already told Fred to bring more blood when she comes in today.”

“Brain girl’s coming in on a Saturday?”

“Yes. I asked her to give you another look over now that you’re awake. She should be here around ten. Now,” Angel sat up, dragging Spike up with him. “I’m going to clean this up, fix you more blood, and run a bath. Up to you whether I join you in it.”

Spike chuckled quietly at the hope in Angel’s voice and watched him as he stood up, put the mugs on the tray with the pitcher of coagulating blood, and made his way to the kitchen. Bloody hell, that dream was one of the worst yet. Haven’t had the Great Bastard show up for years now. Want to believe this is real, so soddin’ bad, but how do I trust this not to muck up like everything else? 

He banished the gloomy (broody, bloody fucking broody, mopey bastard’s rubbin’ off on me, and not the way I care for) thoughts to the back of his mind (no use running ‘round in circles about it in my head till I can actually run, period), and waited for Angel to finish up in the kitchen. Amongst the scent of human blood, he caught the scent of otter blood being heated in the microwave. Must be more worried about my weight than he let on earlier. Underlying the mingling scents of blood, Spike could smell the faint hint of Angel’s arousal and felt his body respond as he inhaled deeper. Blood and lust, it always comes back to those two sodding things, doesn’t it? Christ, shoulda made him go out. So bloody weak. Spike bit back a grunt as his cock stirred, reminding him of the uncomfortable situation of his cum-soiled pants. 

Angel came back from the kitchen and handed him a mug, sipping at his own while considering the blonde.

“So, should I shower before drawing the bath, or are we”, Angel gestured between them, “still what you need?”

“Just draw the bloody bath, pet. These pants are gettin’ right uncomfortable in the least pleasurable way.”

Angel huffed a laugh and nodded understandingly before gulping down the rest of his blood. He set the mug down and headed to the bathroom, the growing scent of arousal trailing behind him. Who're you kiddin', William? 'S not just lust, and well you know it. You never stopped lovin' him, even then, and you never will. Spike busied himself with his mug of blood as he waited for Angel, trying uselessly to will his legs to work.

Angel stepped into the bathroom and turned on the tub’s faucet, letting the water get hot enough before pushing down the plunger. As the oversized tub filled, Angel took the time to set bottles of soap and shampoo and a washcloth on the edge. He pulled his pants off and tossed them in the hamper, deciding to give himself a preliminary once-over with a washcloth so that he would be able to focus more on Spike. His brooding thoughts tried to cloud his mind with doom but he staved them off, determined not to let anything deter him from giving Spike what he insisted he needed. I’ll deal with the fallout when I need to, but if he wants to keep this going, I’m not going to deny him. More than a century of separation and I never stopped missing him, never forgot his scent, how it feels so right when he’s in my arms.  

Five minutes later, he turned off the water and walked back out to Spike, his cock already filling slowly at the anticipation of having him in his arms again. Spike was still drinking his blood as Angel walked into the living room, naked and semi-hard, and when he looked up, he just barely managed not to choke.

“Start without me, did you, Peaches?” Spike spluttered, his eyes flashing gold as he took in Angel’s aroused state. “Not very fair, mate.”

“Wanted to make sure you would have my full attention. Can’t do that if I had to clean myself off, too.” Angel crossed over to Spike and leaned down, one hand tilting his chin up to press a soft kiss to his lips as the other wrapped around the mug, his fingers brushing over Spike’s. Spike let out a quiet whimper as Angel pulled back. “Done with this?”  

“Uh-huh…”

Angel chuckled softly at Spike’s suddenly speechless state and took the mug, setting it on the table before turning back to Spike. He slid an arm around Spike’s back and the other under his knees, scooping him up into his embrace as he straightened up. As Spike’s arms wound around Angel’s neck, Angel captured his lips again in a kiss, deepening it this time as he walked back to the bathroom, breaking it only to speak. 

“Gonna need to set you down to get the pants off.” 

Angel braced Spike against the wall and bent to ease his legs out of the pajama pants. As he went to stand up, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to Spike’s hip, his lips lifting into a knowing smirk as Spike growled and pulled him close.

“Don’t tell me you don’t still like that?”

“You know I do, pet. So unfair, the way you can take me right back in time.”

“C’mon, let’s get you in the bath before the water turns cold. You always were a brat about cold water.”

“Oh, sod off!”

“Temper.”

Angel scooped Spike up again and eased him into the water, climbing in behind him and tugging him into his lap. His legs wedged between Spike’s and eased them apart as Spike let himself be pulled back against Angel’s chest, his head nestling into the crook of Angel’s neck. Angel brushed his lips across his temple as he inhaled his scent. He felt the demon stirring again at the smell of their mingled scents and he let his hand trail down over Spike’s chest to dip beneath the water. 

His fingers stroked over Spike’s abs, the usually-toned muscles lessened by the weight loss his healing had caused, his other hand reaching for the cloth and the body wash, Spike’s soft sigh at his soft touch turning into a hum of disapproval as he drew his questing hand away to pour a dollop of soap onto the washcloth. 

“Patience, youngling.” Angel’s tone was light with mirth, but the thread of demand ran through the undercurrents of his voice as he reprimanded his Childe. 

“I take it you’ve finally gotten ‘round to watchin’ Star Wars, then?” Spike nudged Angel’s chin with his head, leering up at him from beneath his lashes, a twitch of a smirk pulling at his lips.

“Not long after you called me your Yoda, actually. I was curious about what you had meant.” Angel cast a sad smile down at Spike. “Still not sure if it was a compliment or not, considering.”

Spike pressed a quick kiss to the bolt of Angel’s jaw before looking away. Angel took it for the end of the conversation that it was and resumed the washcloth’s journey down Spike’s stomach. Spike relaxed again under his soothing ministrations as he stroked further down. 

“Angel…”

Angel let out a soft purr as he trailed the cloth over the patch of curls, carefully avoiding the quickly-filling length as he cleaned off the mess. Spike made a whimpering plea, and Angel teased him a minute further (bloody bastard, still loves to torture in the sweetest ways), and finally relented, setting the cloth aside before reaching down to wrap his hand around Spike’s cock.

“Yesss”, Spike hissed as Angel’s fingers curled around the thickening length, his hips pushing upward as best they could in his hindered position. Angel started a slow pace, having no intention of bringing Spike off like that, just enjoying the familiar feel of his Childe pressed back against him, the soft, needy sounds that fell from pouty lips. “Christ, Angel. Ange, please…”

“Soon, Spike, soon. Just wanna feel you like this, been so long.” God, it’s been too long.

Angel carefully shifted Spike on his lap again, and dipped his head to trail his lips lightly across Spike’s neck, breathing him in. His free hand slipped between Spike’s legs to gently toy with his balls as he continued his teasing pumps. Once Spike let out a pleading groan, Angel let his fingers slip lower to slide down along his perineum. He smirked against Spike’ throat at the breathy gasp that sounded in his ear and brushed his fingers over the sensitive skin again, each swipe downwards closer than the last to the hidden furl of muscle. 

“Liam, please…”

Not bloody fair, Spike thought, his hips fruitlessly twitching as he tried to urge those fingers where he needed them most. Always has to sodding tease. He reached his arms up to wrap around Angel’s neck, his fingers tugging at the short strands of hair there to try to gain more leverage but merely managing to pull a deep, aroused, rumble from the elder vampire’s chest as his lips found the shell of his ear. 

“Tell me, Will, tell me what you need.” Tell me how to fix this. 

“You. Damn you, I need you.” I’ve always needed you, you thick-headed git. Never stopped needing you, lo - no. Don’t even think it, you bloody idiot. ‘S too much like saying it. Just take this, take what he’ll give, let it be enough. It has to be enough. Always worth the pain you’ll feel when he’s gone and dismissed you again, just to feel him now, like this. 

Angel let out a soft growl and nipped at Spike’s earlobe with blunt teeth before pulling away from him. Spike huffed in frustration as his arms fell back into the water when Angel stood up, his back somehow colder for the lack of flesh pressed up against it. Angel shook his head and proceeded to pull Spike up with his hands gripped firmly around his arms, propping him up against the tiled wall just beside the tub before unplugging the drain and grabbing a couple of towels. 

Spike yanked one of the towels away before Angel could attempt to dry him off himself, brusquely rubbing the too-soft cloth over his torso with an unfelt glare. Bad enough the brooder’s got me feeling all fledge-like as it is, Hell if I’m gonna lose every scrap of dignity by lettin’ him towel me off like one. One less thing he’ll have to hang over my head once he comes to his bloody senses.  

Angel dried himself off, his mood dampened slightly by Spike’s terse actions, wincing inwardly at the reminder of the chasm between what they were now and the bond they once had shared. He’s really not my boy anymore, no matter how he still plays the part. I can only hope he’ll let me make him mine again, my boy, my Will. God, Spike, let me make up for what he did to you. 

“Spike, if you don’t-”

“‘M fine. Just...bit less of the coddlin’, yeah? Still a master vampire, injured or no, don’t need t’be treated otherwise.” Spike tossed the towel aside, his eyebrow cocked in challenge. “Not gonna stand for bein’ treated like a fledge, even if we are letting the blood work it’s will. Not that way anymore, Peaches, I need you to understand that.”

Angel schooled his features against the pain he felt at Spike’s words and nodded, discarding his own towel and stepping closer as Spike beckoned him forward. Mercurial as ever, the storm clouds that had darkened Spike’s eyes had passed, threads of gold glinting through the steely blue as he stared up at Angel.

“Still feel like shaggin’?” Angel nodded again, hands awkward at his sides as he fought the urge to just scoop his Childe up into his arms and hold him until he was his again. “C’mere, then. Might not be able to walk yet, but I reckon now that my knees work, I can wrap my legs ‘round ya if you just lift me up a bit.”

Angel did as bidden, his hands sliding around the back of Spike’s thighs and picking him up. No sooner had Spike wrapped his legs around Angel’s waist, he wound his hands into his hair and pulled his head down to capture his lips in a furious kiss. Angel moaned against Spike’s lips as his arousal flared back up immediately at the fiery passion laced within the kiss, pushing Spike roughly back against the wall. He was torn between taking the younger vampire right there and proceeding with his original intentions, the taste and smell of Spike clouding his head with lust. 

It was only the pained grunt that fell from Spike’s lips at the bracing impact that re-steeled his resolve, and Angel broke the kiss with one last swipe of his tongue across his bottom lip. 

“Angel”, Spike complained, his fingers tightening their hold in his attempt to pull him back into the kiss. Bloody hell, wasn’t supposed to get myself worked up all over again over one soddin’, alright, bleedin’ magnificent, kiss. Some Master vampire I turned out to be, can’t even hold up a pretense of assertion when it comes to ‘im. An’ I call him the poof. “Peaches, please…”

“Shh, Childe.” Angel barely held back the groan in his throat at Spike’s resulting whimper at the epithet. “Not stopping, just changing the scenery. Won’t risk worsening your injuries by fucking you up against the wall when there’s a perfectly good bed not twenty feet away.”

Gods, does he even realize how much of his brogue is slippin’ through now? Not bloody fair, ‘s not right, how he keeps teasin’ me with glimpses of the past like that. Spike groaned inwardly and dropped his head to Angel’s shoulder as he turned to carry him out of the bathroom and across to the bed. 

When they reached the bed, Angel reluctantly loosened his hold on Spike, tugging him gently down from around his waist to lay him on the mattress. God, I hope he feels the truth in this… Angel climbed onto the bed beside Spike and stretched himself out over him, his eyes scanning over the face beneath him. 

Spike returned his gaze warily, eyes narrowed and lips pursed as Angel drank him in. Why's he gotta look at me like that? Ain't right to look at me like I’m his whole soddin' world if he's just doing this outta guilt and old habits. Why do I set myself up for so much bloody pain? Spike dropped his gaze, unable to keep his composure under Angel's intense scrutiny.

"So fucking beautiful", Angel murmured as he leaned in to capture Spike's lips in a soft kiss. 

Angel's lips moved against Spike's slowly but insistently, his tongue teasing over Spike's bottom lip until he parted them, his own tongue flicking out to slide over Angel's and licking into the elder vampire's mouth as they explored each other again.

"Fuck, Spike, missed the taste of you." 

Angel broke the kiss, ignoring Spike's protest at the loss as he trailed his tongue along a sharp cheekbone and closed his teeth lightly over his earlobe. Spike moaned softly and arched his neck back at the feel of his Grandsire's teeth teasing over his skin.

"Peaches, Christ, pet...want you…" Spike whined and shifted beneath Angel, growling softly when a large hand found his hip and hindered his movements. “Angel…”

“Shh. Need you to keep still for me, boy.” Angel’s voice rasped in Spike’s ear and he let his eyes close for a moment as he savored the way the younger vampire’s unneeded breath hitched at his words. Some things really never change. “Think you can do that, Spike?”

“Shite, pet, can try.” Spike fought back a full-body shudder at how Angelus-like Angel’s voice had become, deep and firm, with a hint of that old brogue of his slipping through. Gonna bloody combust before he even starts. God, I’ve become such a nance. “Might need a bit o’ help at it, but I’ll try.” 

Angel smiled against his jaw, pressing a trail of feather-soft kisses along it before claiming Spike's mouth again in a slow, deep kiss.

"I know you can be so good for me, William," Angel murmured against his lips, hoping he wasn't pushing Spike too far, too soon. "Have been so far; just let it come back to you, my sweet one."

Let me come back to you.

Spike whimpered into Angel's mouth as his words sunk in, the elder vampire deepening the kiss briefly before breaking it. I am so bloody buggered. 

“But if you can’t, I do always keep chains on hand in case Angelus ever makes a surprise appearance.” Angel felt emboldened by the lusty groan Spike let out as he spoke and nipped his way along the other side of his jaw. “Sadly, that’s about as far as my toy collection goes these days, unless you want to count the ties hanging in the closet that the firm keeps providing even though I never bother to use them.”

“Fuck, Angel...please.”

“I take it you (my boy) still like getting tied up, then?” Angel growled softly at the shiver he felt run through the body beneath him, his teeth tugging teasingly at Spike’s earlobe before nuzzling behind his ear to suckle at that spot he knew would pull the sweetest sounds from those plush lips. “You haven’t changed so much, Spike, that I don’t still know just how to work you up so high you’ll glimpse heaven.” Let me show you, let me take you there again. 

“Mmghhhhh, and I see you’re still mighty full of yourself, Peaches.” Spike arched his neck back as Angel scraped his teeth down the pale column of his throat. “Fuuuck...suppose that’ll never change, though, since you can usually back up the talk. God, don’t stop touching me, pet.”

“Won’t bind you though, not this time. Want your hands free to touch me, just don’t want you thrashing about. I’m serious about not wanting to risk further injury, Will.”

“Askin’ quite a lot for someone who hasn’t had even a decent shag in months let alone a right buggering like you give.” Spike clutched at Angel’s shoulder as the elder vampire teased at his neck, his nails scratching lightly over the tattoo there and drawing a rumbling groan from Angel’s lips. “Never have found anyone to compare, Liam, gave up tryin’ ages ago.”

Angel felt a growl growing deep in his chest at the thought of Spike (mine) laying himself down with countless, faceless bodies over the decades and struggled to keep it tamped down as he nipped at Spike’s collarbone, his fangs itching to extend and sink into the cool flesh beneath his lips. He wanted to drink deep, tear into him, bite down to the bone, reestablish the bond lost so long ago. 

“How long?” Angel’s voice was tight with barely held restraint as he gritted the words out through clenched teeth. “How long since someone’s had you, boy?”

Berk's bloody jealous. That hasn't changed, then. Know he's not got much right to anymore, but, can't help but feel glad of it.

“No one’s had me since you...Angelus.” Spike hadn’t missed the nearly silent growl, hadn’t missed the way Angel’s still-human teeth had clamped down just a little bit harder at his quiet confession. He knew exactly how the elder demon (possessive git) would be roused to ire by it. Hadn’t actually expected the souled one to give so readily to the anger, expected him to dig into his damned endless reserves of control to keep up his sainted appearances. “Don’t go ‘round just lettin’ any ol’ cock up my arse, Peaches. ‘M not the loose one of this family, remember? That was more yours and the Queen Bitch’s bag, weren’t it? Got standards for who’s allowed to stick it to me, and none of ‘em were up to snuff. Spend a few decades lookin’ for a cock that even comes close to yours, end up resignin’ yourself to a fate of being on top.”

Angel relaxed slightly upon hearing this, a strange relief washing through him at the knowledge that he was still the only one who had felt that tight grip. Shame simmered beneath the surface at how he nearly overreacted. He’s not yours to expect such devotion from, anymore, remember? Who he fucks, who fucks him, it’s not your right to expect loyalty anymore. You left him, you left them all behind. Every time you crossed paths since then, you’ve put space between you as soon as you could. Could have had him back sixty years ago, trapped in that damned sardine can with him and all you did was shunt him off into the ocean with only that newborn with him. How can you expect him to have been faithful, when you never gave him cause to believe?

“You gonna get back to it, or were you wantin’ more sordid details of my bloody sex life? ‘Cause we both know who that leads to, an’ I ain’t quite up for a pointless fight. Just be content that yours is the only real cock that’s fucked me, okay?”

Yeah, maybe I'm rubbin' it in a bit. Ain't like he don't deserve it...well, part of him deserves it, anyhow.

Angel cringed inwardly; this wasn’t how he wanted this to go. He hadn’t wanted Angelus’ issues (my issues, they didn’t just disappear when I got the soul) to come into play, hadn’t wanted to feel jealous and possessive over someone he hadn’t had a real claim on for over a century. He had wanted to give in to the passion, the need, the love that had never dimmed no matter the distance between them; not the obsession, the domineering, he didn’t want to give in to those parts of his demon. That wasn’t how he wanted them to be, he’d wanted to take at least a small step towards making amends for the pain and neglect Angelus had inflicted upon his Childe back in Sunnydale, to start them back towards who they had once been to each other, that long century ago.

Spike broke him out of his brooding with an irritated growl.

“So, you gonna fucking get on with it, or what? ‘Bout to find out first hand if vampires can get blue balls, here, pet, so either pull yourself outta your head, or give me a couple hours alone, yeah?” 

Angel shook his head to clear it of his circling thoughts before he drowned in them and reared back up over Spike, looking into those intense blue eyes for a moment before bringing his own wrist to his lips. His features shifted briefly, just long enough to tear deeply into the skin, and stretched his wrist towards Spike’s lips, watching the steel blue darken as pupils dilated at the smell of the blood. He needed to get himself back to where he’d been earlier, to feel those instincts well and surge within him again; that need to feel this wayward Childe of his pressed against him, that call of blood leaving his body to join that within Spike, their demons bound by that link of family, of Aurelius, of the past and the pain and pleasure they’d once brought upon each other night after night. 

“Drink, Spike.”

As soon as Spike’s tongue flicked over his wrist, before he let his lips close over the seeping wound, Angel felt a shiver begin its way up his spine. At the feel of that first pull of blood from his veins, he felt his flagging erection fill back to aching hardness and barely suppressed the urge to thrust his hips against Spike’s as the younger vampire latched on to drink deeply. 

Spike moaned against Angel’s wrist as the first taste of blood coated his tongue, the rich, powerful elixir sliding down his throat and causing his neglected cock to twitch in response to the familiar longing that had always coursed through him at the heady flavor. He felt none of his earlier reticence at feeding from Angel, this time taking long, full draws of the life-giving liquid, swallowing each mouthful with a soft sound of pleasure. Enjoy it while you can, once you're all healed up, you'll probably never get a taste of it again.

Too soon for either of them, the wound began to close, and Spike hesitated and cast a glance at Angel. Half-glazed brown eyes locked with his, and after a slight nod of acquiescence from the elder vampire, Spike slipped into his demon face and let his fangs sink into the cool flesh to reopen the vein.

"Fuck, Childe..." Angel actually did thrust against Spike this time, just a minute shifting of his hips that brushed his aching cock along the bare skin of Spike's thigh. Another guttural moan sounded in Spike's throat at the feel of flesh against flesh, the sound reverberating along Angel's arm and sending another shiver up his back. Angel nuzzled his face into the hollow of Spike's throat and murmured sadly, "never should have neglected you. Should've found a way to make him do his duty."

Spike whimpered at the barely heard sentiment and dislodged his fangs from Angel's wrist.

"Hush, pet. Weren't you, yeah?" Spike tilted his head to brush his cheek across Angel's temple, glad that his face was hidden away where he couldn't see the grimace of despair that flitted over his features before he resumed his position against the bleeding wound. Why's it always only guilt that drives him? 

~~~

Angel let Spike's insistent words bolster him and pressed a chaste kiss to the hollow before lifting his head and placing a similar touch to Dru's Siring mark. The slow, continuous pull of blood from his wrist brought back his rising passion as he worked his way back to where he'd left off in his exploration of the body he once knew so well, but was now so vastly changed in unfathomable ways. 

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ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ʙᴄ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴋᴘᴏᴘ ɪᴅᴏʟ...ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴅ ʜᴏᴡ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ʜɪs ɢʀᴏᴜᴘᴍᴀᴛᴇs ᴘᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ..

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paring: Taehyung x Reader

Warnings: (okay let’s goooo) tae being a softie once again but dom tae comes out a little, oral (f and m receiving), unprotected sex (plz wrap before your tap), fingering dirty talk the whole shabaka.

Chapter 6: A moment we’ll never forget.

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After your little beach day everyone was resting and scattered around the house along with the girls that showed up earlier. Taehyung was in the shower while you had you laid on your stomach on the bed watching whatever was on. It was kinda hot the sounds of laughter bursting through the house made you miss the sound of the door opening.

smack.

“ow tae what the fuck” you smoothed your hand over the hit mark but to your surprise it was just haru. “y/n are you okay?” you heard tae in the bathroom. “ yeah i’m fine haru just smacked my ass” you glared at her. “What? not my fault my best friend has more ass than me.” she pouted. Tae chuckled turning the water off.

After 10 minutes of talking about whatever haru wanted to tell you she left and taehyung came out. Taehyung watched you with sudden movements, the way you looked with his shorts on a sports bra god..you were perfect. Your hair was thrown up into a mess bun kicking your feet back and forth until you turned over looking at taehyung just standing there.

“hm what’s wrong?” you questioned him propping yourself on your elbows. “y/nnn...the girls left come eat” you heard haru through the door. getting off the bed, tae pulls his hoodie over you, before opening the door he pulls you in and kisses you on the forehead. “ready for your date tomorrow ?” he looks at you. “mmmh yes.” you smile finally walking out of the door.

Dinner with the rest of the boys is always filled with loud booming voices and jin and rm left to do the dishes. You were curled up next to haru scrolling through your endless camera roll from the few days you’ve gotten here. “are you excited for your date tomorrow” haru look between you and tae smiling with her cheesy ass smile which meant she was about to say something really dumb.

“have you done the dirty yet...?” she chuckles as you hit her playfully. “jin please control your girlfriend omg” you whine and get up scrambling into taehyungs lap where his hands immediately find your waist pulling you in tighter into his chest. Jin and rm finally finish up tossing blankets to everyone. “maybe we should have had those girls stay over” Jungkook looks at jimin to which agrees.

The movie is half way going jk and jimin fell asleep mouth open while everyone is struggling to stay awake. Taehyung on the other hand running his hand drawing figure on your side. you shifted which was your mistake... “tae.” you whispered. “tired baby?” he looked down at you nodding your head he picked you up and laid you down so you could get some sleep.

The bed dipped as soon as you came into contact with tae warm body. “i’m excited for our date tmr” you smiled with sleepy eyes. “me too angel sleep now okay?” he cooed. your finally thoughts drifted away as you made your way into a deep sleep.

Taehyung woke up early to set the date up haru helped only bc she begged him to let her and plus he really could have used her help. The only slight disadvantage was the sun wasn’t even up yet. He knew that you wanted to watch the sun rise and hated sunsets cause that’s when the world falls into darkness..you’d rather watch the world set into light to linger away the bad memories from before.

Around 20 minutes or so he came in to slowly wake you up.

“y/n love come on.” he kissed your forehead as you smiled rubbing your eyes open. “tae...it’s still dark what time is it?” you whined trying to roll over without any hint of success. “it’s time for our date baby..” finally you jumped out of bed but you were still confused on why the heck he woke you up so early. You did you little routine and scrambled on better clothes, a pair of shorts, vans and a flannel.

“close your eyes okay..” he whispered in your ear nodding you did as you were told. “if i trup it’s your fault tae” he giggled. it took about 2 minutes to get to the destination as your feet acknowledge the fact that you weren’t on the solid ground but maybe something else.

Taehyungs heart raced because believe it or not he wanted to officially ask you out and seeing as he had your brothers permission he was certainly nervous. “okay open your eyes” your eyes adjusted to the scene. breakfast on the pier in the dark? “i know it’s still a little dark but i know how much you wanted to watch the sunrise here” he smiled

Your heart flutter after the explanation. How the heck did he know that and why is he so is perfect?

“y/n..? you alright” tae eyed you suspiciously. “ yeah i’m okay i’m just flattered you know.” he chuckled as you two sat down to enjoy the food he made. about 10 minutes later the sky painted purple and oranges finally set the work free of darkness. Glancing at tae you noticed the small dollop of whipped cream from the pancakes as you giggled.

“Tae don’t move” you wiped the food off with a napkin as he looked at you. His eyes glistened in the light, the small curls of his brown hair blew softly in the wind. Now taehyung nervous as fuck decided now was the time to ask. He didn’t know what would happen but he hoped the outcome is good.

“Y/n” He looked at you as your head perked up away from the light of the rising sun.

“yes tae?” you smiled as you began to question why he was so shaken up.

“ I know we didn’t exactly get along before this trip but i learned a lot about you. Like the way your face lights up when you spot the sun pouring through the windows in the morning or the way you hate jins weird dad jokes, or you prefer orange over apple juice in the morning but sometimes you forget that you brushed your teeth so it gives off that weird taste...I could list a lot more but to get to the point y/n i like waking up next to you and spending my days giggling next to you...i wanted to know if you’d happily be mine..like-”

you cut him off giggling in awe about the words that jumbled out of his mouth and with his slight frown he thought you were laughing at him.

“it’s okay if you want to just-” you pressed your lips on his hoping he’d get the hint. “Taehyungie..id love to be by your side every morning, from this day forward i’m yours okay?” his smile return jumping to his feet to press his lips and give you a soft kiss. he smiled into the kiss as your arms wrapped around his neck to pool your hands in his soft chocolate hair.

Finally pulling away for air. He smiled at you picking up the trash and throwing his arm around you, you finally felt happy knowing that now you two weren’t finally well for each other.

Stepping into the house everyone was awake waiting to hear the news.

“welllll?” jimin perked up.

“y/n said i had a small dick so no..” he pouted

“WHAT- i said yes and those words never came out of my mouth” you scoffed. Which the silence was now filled with loud voices that came to congratulate you.

Taehyung pulling you into the room he immediately started peeling you out of your clothes latching his lips to paint more purple marks on your skins. “tae” you whimpered out. “y/n baby you might wanna be quiet...the others will hear you.” he tutted. “but they’re not..haru went swimming with boys” you groaned a little “well then be my guest.” he lifted your body up and placing you on the bed. Pulling his shirt off while you sat on the edge to help him peel of his pants.

Pushing yourself to rest your head against the headboard propping yourself on your elbows watching his head dipped in between your legs when the shock of his tongue dips inside you. Then the burning sensation of two of his fingers slide inside you to help stretch yourself out. “fuck” you whine tangling your fingers in his hair. “god you taste so sweet baby...tell me does it feel good?”

“taehyung..don’t stop” you whine as your muscles tighten but his tongue stays relentless rolling over the bundle of nerves. “cum baby” he growls and that sets it off, back arched as your mouth falls open as pants fill the air. You pull his mouth to yours interwove together coating your mouth in your juices.

“jesus tae..fuck me already” you whine pulling and stroking his length that hardens in your hand and the soft grunts that play music to your ears eggs you on. “so needy baby...are you hungry for my cock inside you?” he coos.

Coating your arousal on the tip before slightly pushing his length in... you stop for a second.

“tae...wanna ride you.” you manage to breathe out. nodding he switched places with you. Before sinking yourself in to him, his hands helped you sit on him the burning and stretching sensation made you cry out. “deep so fucking deep your such a good girl..taking my cock so well” you watched you as you slowly started to bounce god he loved the sight.

The sounds that faltered out of your mouth, the way you sigh his name. “so good tae..fuck-” your eyes rolled back as soon as the tip hit your sensitive spot making your legs shake. snaking his arms around you making you moan into the blissful kiss he knew you were close when that high whine left your lips. “close baby?” he grunted which in return you nodded frantically.

His hands helped you rock your hips back and forth on to him. “fuck tae oh my god!” he sat up wrapped his arms around you. “come on baby...i know your close..” he egged you on and with that last roll of your hips, it set you into a frenzy. Looking at tae with sleepy eyes and giggling at you lifted yourself off of him.

“y/n..what are you doing silly” he chuckles watching you ass up as you grip his length before licking your lips. “shh” you smiled and popped the tip of his length in your mouth. Groaning into bliss finding his hands into your hair to help you gag onto him.

“ Oh shit-” you watched him throw his head back. Pulling you off him pooling you onto your hands and knees. Once again he slid in a little too smooth. “god always so tight..your so tight for me y/n perfect.” he growled his thrusts a little harder.

gripping one hand on the sheets and the other onto taes wrist you turned your head to watch him pound into you senseless. God he looks so fucking good. The beads of sweat that cover his forehead or the way or the pretty sounds that drown through the room. Chasing your last orgasm taehyung pulled out as the liquid coats the inner part of your thigh.

He cleans you up which left you panting and sore. “well...that was nice” you giggled. Pulling his hoodie over your small frame he chuckled. “yes...sorry if our first time wasn’t special love” he pouted only for you to pull him in your arms “it was very special to me” you kissed his forehead.

“now...let’s go find the others shall we?” you held your hand out. “let me get dressed first love..” laughing you sat and waited for taehyung to get dressed before venturing off outside to talk amongst the others.

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a/n: let’s gooooo it’s official i’m proud of tae :) and thank you haru bahaha anyways..i hope you’re enjoying the story and thank you for reading <3! let me know what you think or if want to be on the taglist!

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Wedding Planning -15

18+, m/f, technically OCxDiego Jimenez [Power]

Summary:  Princess came home to a whole new set of anxieties. Murder Panther to the rescue via the restorative powers of dick. Unlike the dick, this one is short and sweet.

WARNINGS: Ridiculous descriptions and ‘the code is more like guidelines’ outlook on grammar. Is it OOC if the character was given essentially zero development in canon???

Come eating, the L word, criminal activities glossed over, relationship building, plus size woman+fit man, Anxiety, wedding planning comes with its own warning

A/N:  Princess took on a life of her own and has essentially become an OC. There are infrequent mentions of her description (specifically as plus size) and her actual name in later pieces (its Bicki). She started as self-insert so she looks like me (plus size, white, short, blue eyes, curly hair). If that is not your thing, I totally understand. And do not feel obligated to read this, I will not be offended!

I’m not a fan of “plot” so be aware that most of this series is just meandering through their relationship, angst-fluff-smut whiplash style. But with dick jokes.

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You have to make some decisions. Like, a bunch.

Okay, make a list. 

You pull the big legal notepad off the bookshelf in your living room and meander around until you find your colored pens. Red for immediate, orange for middling, and green for long-term.

Parameters set, you begin The Listing.

It takes a couple of days, but you think you finally have everything accounted for that you can possibly imagine.

The long term column has vague, nebulous, theoretical problems written in dark green:

-Where will you live?

-Keep your job???

-TAKE HIS NAME?????????

-CONVINCE HIM TO RETIRE

Intermediate consists of things you two need to discuss, too:

-Ceremony?

     Where 

     What type

     Who invited

     When

-Honeymoon?

-Colors?

-Food (yum/lots plz)

-Flowers  eww no ->Alternative bouquet 

-People in ceremony???

And then things that need answered like, next week:

-MEET FAMILIES (panic)

-A Dress?

-??????? omg help

You're going to give yourself a panic attack if you keep looking at it. I'll just take it with me this weekend and hand the immediate section to him.

You feel a little better with a plan, even if it only consists of two steps.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 Diego is standing in the kitchen glaring at the espresso machine when Bastian drops you off at the penthouse.

You glance around, no Julio to be found, before you head over to him. Diego's left hand shoots out and he wiggles fingers at you, trying to grab you despite the twenty foot gap between your bodies. You snort, but its still adorable. 

Slotting in underneath his arm, you wind around him with a sigh. "Hi, baby. Whatcha doing?"

Brown eyes come down to you and he smiles widely. "Its not working. How was your trip?" His forehead descends and you rise on tiptoes to meet him. 

"Better now that I'm here." You whisper as your lips curl up in a pleased grin. Diego rubs his nose with yours before swooping down for a kiss. The goatee has gotten long enough that its now soft on your chin, but still tickly. Combined with his velvet lips and hot tongue, you almost experience sensory overload. High pitched noises escape your throat while you melt against him. Diego takes your weight with no effort and you don't hesitate to let him. When he finally pulls back you just have to chase him a little; you really, really like the facial hair.

When you finally slit eyes open he is grinning down at you like a cat that got the canary. He sounds so smug, "I should grow out the entire beard?" 

You lick your lips and consider the salt and pepper growth that occurred since you saw him last weekend. Your left eyebrow climbs with your own inquiry, "Do you want to live between my thighs?"

"Uh, yes…?" Diego answers what was apparently the stupidest question ever posed. Chocolate eyes sparkle at you as he fails to suppress a smirk. "What do you think the ring is about?"

Your guffaw is cut short when he tosses you up onto the counter and shoves both huge hands down the back of your pants to push them off. The jeggings stretch easily over your hips and Diego, ever efficient when it comes to getting some pussy, takes your thong with them in one swift motion. Bracing hands on those broad shoulders, you wiggle and shift and bend whichever way is necessary to assist. Never let it be said that you are not a team player.

Your left shoe hits the floor and as Diego switches to the right he asks breathlessly, "New?"

"Yeah." Your response is just as rushed as you grab at his hair.

"Pretty." He tosses the right shoe off towards the living room with this proclamation. 

Both big hands come up to your knees and spread your legs wide. "Well, thank yourself. I used the black Amex." You chuckle as you lean back on elbows.

Slowly, menacingly, promisingly, Diego rises over the lip of the counter between your legs with that shark smile. He purposely pitches his voice low to rumble, "Good girl."

Your insides liquefy as your back arches and your pussy clenches down on nothing. How the hell does he do that? You can feel yourself getting wet. Fleeting kisses and sharp little nips mark Diego's progress up the inside of your left thigh.

"Hmm." His breath ghosts over your center in the lightest of teases. "What is that method to train again? The treats instead of yelling?" He rubs those bristles you so love over your inner thighs with considerable force and it almost induces a seizure.

"P-postive reinforcement!" Your yelp is exceedingly high pitched. Oh fuck yes, reward me with tongue, I'm a good Princess. You're almost certain that your brain has melted, you have zero sense when it comes to this man.

Diego nips the very bottom of your right buttcheek, so close and yet way, way too far away. "Yesss," he hisses into the short hair just above where you need him most, "That's what its called." The feel of his goatee just barely brushing over your folds while he speaks has turned you into a gibbering mess.

"P-please, Diego. I did like you told me, I didn't even text to ask first, please please…" How he manages to break you down into a begging disaster so quickly is a mystery. Your hands curl into his hair, desperately trying to pull him closer.

"Mm hmm," his deep hum makes you quiver, memories of that sound being delivered straight to your sensitive bundle of nerves via the vehicle of his tongue drive you higher. The rough timbre is dark with desire when he speaks this time, "You were a very good girl. My pretty little Princess is learning well. Let Diego give you your reward."

The heat of his open mouth covering your entire vulva is stunning. Your shoulders fall to the countertop as you moan shamelessly, "Ohhh, yes baby." That sinfully amazing tongue pokes into your entrance then flattens out broadly to lap all the way up to your clit. "Yeah!" Your single breathy yelp is accompanied by a jerk of your wide hips. Diego presses hard and moans.

Your hands slap down on the countertop for leverage so you can press down on him. "Yes, yes. Oh my god, how is, your tongue, so hot??" Breath stuttering, your words are choppy. Your chest jumps each time he groans against you and Diego repeats it again, seemingly just to enjoy your reaction. He pulls off with an obscene slurp, Nonono come back! 

"The same way this pretty little pussy is always so tight." The dirty talk is all the warning you get as two thick fingers sink deep inside. It takes a moment to comprehend that the ringing in your ears is an uncomfortable noise emanating from your mouth. He pulls out slowly, making sure you feel every ridge and callus, all the textures, before pushing in again steadily. Each time he retreats your cunt clenches down, trying to hold on to the feeling of being filled. "Did you miss your Diego? Huh?"

There is no earthly reason anyone should be this fucking sexy.  

"Only, oh fuck, only when I'm ali-i-i-ive!" The confession ends in a squeal as he bottoms out and rubs your cervix. The cold counter is heating rapidly under your thrashing form. Just as you start to get accustomed to the sensation Diego ups the ante by closing lips over your clit and sucking. Your hips roll against him, he matches the rhythm of his hand with your movements expertly. Legs rising high and spreading wide, trying to give him as much room as possible to work. A broken chant is punched out of you with every thrust, "Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah."

The disappointed whine you utter when he breaks the suction is cut off into choked silence by the focused licks he is now delivering. You bury both hands into his short hair and hang on for dear life. His beard rasps against your sensitive skin and the contrasting feelings drive you mad. These are the licks that push you higher, these licks mean business. 

Between the long, slow thrusts of his fingers and the never ending laving of your clit, everything is tightening up quickly. Your legs shake and your stomach trembles, you pull on his hair and Diego moans for you. You moan back, "Fuck. Yeah, baby. Just, just keep. Don't stop, please don't stop."

Because Diego is Diego, he doubles down on the pressure and goes even harder with the tongue. Your entire consciousness narrows down to the man between your legs working you over like its his life's mission to make you come on his face. Everything is clinching tighter and tighter. Tense and strung out taut, you call for him as he pushes you right up to the edge and straight over it.

"Diego, Diego. Baby, I- F-fuck, yes, yes. Love you, love you, I fucking love you, I love you." You realize that was aloud but can't be bothered to stop the babbling confession synchronized to the waves of your climax. Diego groans against your clit but keeps his fingers fully buried so you can clamp down on him in ecstasy. You ride it out knowing full well that he won't rush this, he loves to feel the effect he has on you. You have no idea how long it goes on, the agonizing pleasure slowly easing, but your back finally crashes down to the marble while you wheeze in exhaustion. 

Using the grip in his hair, you tug gently to pull him off. Looking down over your curves, you flush even more as you watch Diego lick his lips lewdly. I am living in my very own private porno. 

Movement further down catches your eye and you realize that this entire time he has been stroking himself with the hand not shoved inside you. His massive cock is already dark and dripping as it pokes out of open pants.

"Your turn." You utter as you reach for him. 

"No!" Diego barks and bats your hand away. Is he sick? Do I need to call 911? You're immediately concerned that he might be dying. "Lie back. Be still."

Okay, kinky motherfucker. Of course he has something in mind. You flop down as ordered and Diego moans with satisfaction. 

"Yes, good girl. Do as I command and let Diego come all over you, pretty little Princess." He stares down at you with eyes black in arousal. His mouth hangs open to pant and his brows are drawn together in concentration. Swiping precome off the head of his dick, Diego reaches up to offer it. You lick with no hesitation as he rams those same fingers that were just up your pussy into your mouth and practically down your throat. "Suck."

With a moan you do exactly what he wants, your eyes closing in pleasure from the combined tastes of him and yourself. You don't have to put on a show when you enjoy this so very much. Your tongue covers every centimeter of his index and middle fingers, suckling strongly to get every last drop. Diego whines at the sight.

"Fuck. Yes. Princess. My Princess. Diego's perfect little Princess." His voice is rough and rattling, you can tell from how harshly he fists his cock that he is very close. The sight of two of your favorite parts of him together, his hand and his dick, makes you writhe.

You wrap your left hand around his thick forearm and the glint of your diamond ring catches his eye. His fingers drop out of your mouth to hold your jaw ever so tenderly. You decide to give him that last little nudge.

"Baby," You breathe, he pries his eyes away from the ring to meet yours. You pitch your voice low and sultry,  "Come for your Princess, my Murder Panther."

Diego's expression crumples and his hips snap forward twice as he comes with a quiet roar. "Ahhh, sí sí. Yessss." Its fascinating to watch; this big, powerful, dangerous man losing control over you. You absolutely love it. 

He paints your stomach white with come, squeezing the last little bit out and then slapping both hands down the counter to gasp. Before you can reach for those shoulders to pet him into aftercare, Diego dives down to lap up his own mess.

"Holy fuckin' shit that's hot." You are right back to the edge just like that. His soft tongue scoops up the gleaming liquid and you can literally see him swallowing it. You jump when fingers brush your labia but sigh with approval when they sink deep into you again. Diego, now finished with your stomach, comes back up to take your mouth. 

This is a whole new level of obscene: Sucking his own come off of his tongue while he finger fucks you to another orgasm. The mental image of what you two must look like defiling the kitchen counter is enough to make you tighten around him. The rapid, forceful thrusting of his thick fingers sends you careening into climax while moaning into his mouth. Pussy trembling around him and hips jerking, you hang on tight to his biceps until every wave of pleasure ebbs away. You flop back down and Diego collapses on top of you.

"Fuck. If that, if that's what I get for spending your money. Then I need to fucking splurge more often." You can barely string words together. 

Diego purrs.

Its now forty minutes later and you manage to troubleshoot the espresso machine.

"Its unplugged." You murmur, pointing lazily. 

"Mmmph." Diego moans from his position face down in your cleavage.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A brief debate on showering occurred, but a motion to nap on the sectional was introduced and unanimously ratified almost immediately. 

When you wake up later the only light in the penthouse is supplied by the neighboring skyscrapers. Curled up on your right side, Diego is spooned up behind you with his beard velcroed into your hair and the fingers of his left hand are laced with yours around the diamond ring. The sight makes you both happy and anxious. 

"Baby?" You breathe. Diego shifts behind you, then yawns hugely. It even sounds adorable, you smile to yourself.

"Que pasa?" His voice is rough from sleep and you shiver. "You're stiff. What's wrong, Princess?"

"I have some notes we need to discuss. Its not bad!" Rushing to reassurance, you move to sit up. He releases your hands but strokes down your back as you stand. Bare feet pad across the rug as you go back to your bag and retrieve the notepad. Diego blinks when you turn on a lamp but waves you back into his embrace. 

"What is troubling my Princess?" He rumbles as you wiggle around and get situated in his lap. You present the immediate list of issues and give him time to read the few items. He chuckles at you, "Let's start from the bottom, yes? I will help." He mimes crossing it off the list.

"Yeah, alright." You giggle. "But the family thing. You know my parents are chomping at the bit. I'm the last girl they get to marry off, its a big deal or something." Your eyes roll as you flap your hand around. 

"How much do you want them involved?" Diego presents something you hadn't considered yet.

"Huh. I. Wait a sec." He props his chin in his hand while you consider. You're very distracted by the lazily blinking Murder Panther under you. "Okay," settling hands on your thighs, you push through the anxiety, "I had assumed they were not paying for it."  Careful watching shows Diego rolling his eyes at you.

"Of course not. Don't be silly." He scoffs quietly. 

Yeah, duh. You can feel terror bubbling up and you squash it ruthlessly. "Well in that case, almost none. We'll make all the decisions. They'll be allowed to give opinions or whatever, but no control." That does make it a little easier.

"No artistic license to the people who created you. Ballsy. I like that." Diego is nothing if not encouraging of you. His expression of mock impression makes you gigglesnort. Then he throws you another curveball of an offer, "Do you want a wedding planner?" 

Everything stops for a moment before you breathe, "Fuck." That never even occurred to me.

Big fingers dip into your hair and turn so you face him fully. Diego is grinning from ear to ear. "Did I crash Fiance Princess OS?"

You nod faintly. "I… never even considered that. I don't come from a background where people do that, you know?" 

Shrugging one shoulder at you, Diego 'hmm's thoughtfully. "I did not suggest it sooner because you like planning. What is everything that needs to be planned?" His face turns mildly horrified at your sudden flailing.

"EVERYTHING! YOU HAVE TO PLAN EVERYTHING!" You most definitely did not have control of your own volume setting just now. "So, like, the venue, the date, the wedding party, the clothing, the food, decorations, seating arrangements, guest lists, ugh, fucking flowers. I do not want flowers! Oh, shit, music? Oh my god, everyone is going to be offended by my musical choices at some point." You facepalm and then drop the entire setup down into your lap, too, for good measure.

Diego pokes your arm with the corner of the notepad and you reach to take it from him without looking.

He snatches it back and tosses it over the couch and into the kitchen where it lands on the floor with a slap.

 "Fuck it. We can elope."

[littlemisspp]

Backsliding (Part 2) (TH)

A/N: This is part 2 of my Backsliding series. I might do a part 3, depending on if you guys wanna see more. Also, this DOES HAVE SMUT so if that isn’t your thing, I caution you not to read this. Side note, I have never written smut before, so if it’s bad lmk plz haha. Also thanks sm for liking part 1. I'm glad you guys liked it :]

PART ONE 

⚠️ Warning: smut  ⚠️ 

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If you weren’t so drunk, you probably would have felt bad for the cabbie driving you and Tom. The poor man had to listen to you and Tom smack lips the entire ride back to his apartment. 

Without even looking back, Tom tossed the man the bills in payment and grabbed your hand, leading you up to his front door. You can feel your phone buzzing in your purse, your friends probably curious to see what you were doing. But the adrenaline kept you from checking into reality.

He unlocks the door and leads you inside, closing it promptly behind you. You slip off your heels, stepping onto the carpet and sigh. Even in your absurdly drunken state, you feel a pang in your heart as soon as you walked into the all too familiar flat.

Tom’s LA apartment was always a fun place. You and him shared a lot of great memories there, and being back made you feel melancholy. It was like you had never left, and that made your stomach sink.

You glance around the living room as he flips the lights on, moving to take off his shoes. You walk around, trying to notice any changes in the decor, but everything seemed the same.

“I haven’t changed anything” Tom commented, watching you move around the room. It was like he knew exactly what you were thinking. But knowing Tom, he probably did.

You turn, looking back at him with your eyebrows pulled together.

“Why not?”

Tom shrugs, shoving his hands into his front pockets and he moves to stand in front of you. 

“I dunno” He says, eyes flicking to the floor. “I guess I liked how things were when you were around”

You blink, letting his words sink in. Sure, you understand the surface meaning of his answer, but you felt another meaning behind his words. He didn't just like his apartment from the time you dated. He liked everything when you dated. 

You nod, deciding not to comment further and look down at your feet. Suddenly feeling a lot more sober.

“Tom-”

“Y/N” He interrupts. “Look, I know things were rough- and they still are. But, for tonight. Just one night. Can we act like things are normal?”

The look on his face seemed desperate. Almost as if he was begging you to agree. You couldn’t lie, you wanted nothing more than to go back to the ways things were. But this was reality, and you couldn't just pretend everything was perfect again.

“What about in the morning?” You quiz, folding your arms over your chest. “What do we do then?”

He looks away, inhaling sharply. Frankly, he had no idea what would happen in the morning, or how he would feel. Sure, he missed you like crazy, but he didn’t know how things would play out in the daylight.

“I-I don’t know” He says rather defeated. 

Your heart sinks, for some reason you were hoping he would have a magical solution. You glance up at him, taking in his figure. 

This was Tom in front of you. For half a year you had missed him dearly, your heart aching at the thought of him. Over the past six months you wanted nothing more than to be in his arms again. So why is it, that when you are face to face with him, you hesitate?

“Tom” you begin, deciding to speak from your heart. “The last six months have been... they have been terrible.”

He watches you speak, eyes locked onto yours as you go on:

“And-and I don’t want to have to go through that again.” You gulp, “Getting over you, Tom, was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do.”

He looks at you, heart aching at your words. Of course he understood, he had gone through the same thing. Getting over your break up was one of the worst things he’d ever had to do. It took him weeks to even remotely feel like normal, even then, he missed you dearly.

Over the last 6 months he had dreamed of the day you’d waltz back in, and let him change your mind. He wanted you back more than anything, but the damage he caused from your last relationship scared him out of speaking up.

“I know” Tom states, rocking on his heels. “I know because I felt the same way.”

You raise an eyebrow at his words. You’d thought for sure he’d been fine after you left. You thought he’d be upset but that he would have bounced back quickly. His life was far too eventful and adventurous for him to be stuck on you. But you were very, very wrong.

“Why did you let me walk out?” You finally ask, after months of wondering. “Why did you just let me leave if it meant so much to you? If I meant so much to you?”

Tom’s blood starts to pump, unsure of how he was going to go about answering. He could play it coy, and claim he wasn’t going to stop you from being happy in a relationship, and leaving is clearly what you wanted. But the truth was he was so hurt by your initial exit he was just too stunned to run after you that night. It had felt like a thousand bricks had landed on him when he watched you close the door, he was stuck in his spot.

With a deep breath, he chooses his answer:

“Because it hurt” He replies. “It hurt watching you go and honestly, I was so surprised by it that I was in too much shock to even move. I thought you really loved me, Y/N”

You scoff, not even taking a moment to think before you speak.

“What the fuck?” You bark, angry. “Of course I loved you, Tom. You know that. You know that I tried everything to help save our relationship. Leaving was the last thing in the world I wanted to do. But you were gone all the time and when you were home you were either still busy or too tired to even give me the light of day and-”

“I still love you” Tom rushes, adrenaline pumping. 

You blink, closing your mouth as you look at him. 

“What?”

“I said, I still love you.” Tom says, running a nervous hand through his hair. “And damn it, Y/N, if I could just snap my fingers and go back in time I would do it all different. I would treat you better, I would make more time for us, and put us first. Put you first. Because that is what you deserve.”

Never in a million years would you have thought this could happen. You would have never dreamed of having him say these things to you. Your heart swelled, lips curling into a smile as tears begin to pool in your eyes.

“I still love you too” You peep, voice shaking with emotion. “I never stopped.”

Tom pulls you into his arms, embracing you tightly. You blink, tears running down your cheeks as you snuggle into him. It felt like a giant hole had been filled. All the questions you had were answered, the blank space in your heart seemed to be gone. It felt so good.

“I love you” Tom repeats, his voice in a whisper. His cheek pressed against your hair. “I love you so much”

You sniff, pulling back and look into his dark eyes. It felt so good to be back, to know his feelings for you were the same as you held for him. You place a hand on his cheek, fingertips nestled in his curls.

“J’kiss me” You mumble, repeating yourself from earlier in the night.

There you both stood, for the first time in what felt like an eternity. The world seemed to freeze in time as you kissed, but this time you were fueled by love and not vodka. 

Things began to heat up, your arms grabbing onto his collar as you pull him closer into you. His strong arms holding you into him as he slowly walks you to the couch.

You both lay down, mouths parting while you adjust yourself on the pillows. Tom smiles, looking down at the woman in front of him.

“You’re beautiful” He whispers, leaning down to kiss you again.

His forearms rest on the cushion, holding his body above yours while you kiss. The temperature in the room rising quickly the more intense it got. Before you could stop yourself, you pull away form him, eyes looking into his.

“Show me” you pant, “Show me how much you love me.”

This takes Tom to a whole new level. His stomach fuzzing as his pants seem to be feeling tighter than before. 

The mood of the room shifts from loving to lustful, Tom standing from the couch and ripping his shirt off, buttons bouncing on the ground at his feet. You don’t stop yourself from staring, noting he was in even better shape than the last time you’d done this.

You move so you're sitting up right, helping yourself to his belt buckle. You glance up, a cheeky look in your eye while he visibly gulps. It had been so long.

Shamelessly his pants are shoved to his ankles, a gleam in your eyes as your fingers move toward his waste band.

“Y/N” He breathes. “You don’t have to-”

“I want to” You reassure. 

You did want to. More than anything. You loved making him feel good, you loved watching him react to you. And it made your confidence boost.

You plant a seemingly innocent kiss just below his bellybutton, looking up through your lashes. His mouth was half open, eyes wide as he looked at you in pure awe. 

You were like the eighth wonder of the world.

Without a moment to spare his boxers are moved and forgotten, his breath catching in his throat. He had forgotten how good you were at this. His mind was doing jumping jacks as he glances down at you, eyes closed as your mouth moves around him.

You feel a hand move to your hair, something he’d always done when you blew him. The sound of grunts can be heard from above, feeling him twitch slightly between your lips. You pull away, mouth glistening as you look up. 

His chest is heaving, sweat slowly starting to shine on his bare chest. You’re about to lean back in for more when he sets a hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N” He says, “I need you. Now.”

His words send a shock wave through you, bouncing off your bones and bubbling in your stomach. He was just so sexy.

You stand, letting him fumble with the zipper of your dress. Within moments it’s thrown across the room, and you're standing in just your under garments.

If he wasn’t already hard he would’ve been just looking at you. He even notes you wore matching underwear and bra, the color complementing you perfectly.

“Gorgeous” He mumbles, leaning into kiss you again.

You rest your hands on his chest, feeling his fingers toy with the lacy band of your panties. Making you turned on even more. The anticipation was absolutely killing you.

“You’re not too bad yourself” You muse, rubbing your nose against his. 

He runs a finger through your hair, eyes scanning your face.

“Are you sure?” He asks, voice quiet.

You had never been so sure about anything in your life. You felt if you didn’t get to feel him as soon as possible, you might explode right there in the living room.

“I’m sure” You confirm.

He doesn’t reply as he bent down to hook his arms by your knees, picking you up and placing you back onto the couch. The decorative pillows thrown aside as he moves to hover over you.

You kiss again, feeling him rub against your thigh and it sends you into over drive. Cheekily, you move your hips up and rub against him, hearing a soft moan come from this throat.

You lay back, hair spread against the side cushion of the couch as he watch him slip your underwear off, tossing them behind his shoulder rather comically.

The entire night had been a rollercoaster of emotions. Moving from anxiety, to lust, to love, to lust again. But now, staring into his eyes as he moves into you, you feel that intense feeling of love again.

You place your hand on his shoulder, nails digging into his bare skin as you moan. It felt just as amazing as you remembered. 

He moves slowly, looking down to study your reactions. Your eyelids fluttered closed in pleasure, something that told him he was doing it right. But above his lust clouded mind, he was over the moon that it was you he was with.

You mutter something along the lines of ‘faster’, head turning in ecstasy. Your leg wraps around his hips, making him move even closer. If that was even possible.

He bends down to kiss you, moving from your lips down to your neck and collar bone, something he always knew made you go wild. He was getting close, the feeling of you under him and the audible sounds of pleasure from you making him move even closer to the edge.

That all too familiar feeling comes over you, your nerves feeling electric as you open your mouth in satisfaction.

“Oh Tom” you exclaim, squeezing your eyes shut as the feeling washes over you.

That did him in, and before he knew it he was hitting his wall, moans falling from both your mouths as that moment of bliss hits.

Chest panting you open your eyes, watching him in his most intimate moments. He was so gorgeous. You run a hand through his now sweaty hair, both of you breathing heavy.

He adjusts himself and moves to lay beside you on the couch, flinging a blanket from the top of the couch over your naked bodies.

You turn and spoon him, feeling his warm body cuddling into yours. A securing arm falling over your stomach, rubbing circles on your bare skin with is fingers.

“I love you” He whispers, breath hitting your neck.

“I love you too” 

[imaginethisbts]

it takes two to make a thing go right (dogboy hybrid au) pt. 1

Rated: M

Warning: Dom themes, possessive behavior, knotting, excessive oral sex, rough sex. 

Summary: What’s better than one dogboy lover? Two dogboy lovers. But when Tae and Jungkook seem unusually clingy, it can only mean one thing. That time of the month has snuck up on you and your dogboy lovers do not want to share. 

Note: jungkook is mean to taehyung in this cuz hes the dom alpha and taehyung tests his dominance too much =( but the smut is filthy and nasty lmfaoo. also i apologize in advance if the writing is a little weird and random in some spots. ive written on this story while being terribly exhausted, and then while being drunk, sad and mad. lol what im trying to say is i wrote parts of this story in numerous states of mind! oh and yes theres gonna be a second part to this so plz dont ask ill get it out asap. enjoy my loves!

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Since the dishes in the sink had gotten dangerously high from neglect, you thought you'd finally set up shop in the kitchen and try to tackle the giant mess. With your laptop sitting up on the bar in front of you playing Bob’s Burgers on Hulu and your big glass of lemonade set to the side, you were totally prepared to spend some time here at the sink.

The reason for there being so many dirty dishes was because living with two male hybrids was like living with two bottomless pits when it came to food. They ate so much, and did not understand the concept of reusing dishes under any circumstances. Every time they ate, it was a new dish being used, no matter how many times you tried to explain to them that their glasses could at least be used more than once.

They were utterly clueless.

Glancing over the top of your lap top into the living room, you saw Jungkook and Taehyung sitting on the edge of the couch, controllers clutched in their hands as they stared intently at the screen in front of them. You huffed a sigh of relief at them finally seeming to be content, returning your attention back to the task at hand.

The past couple of days they had been unbelievably clingy, begging for your attention constantly and not allowing you to get anything productive done at home. Finally after having enough of their constant pestering, you broke down this morning and went to the store to buy them a new videogame for the PS4.

And so far, that had done the trick at distracting them so you could get some work done, but you could only hope it would last.

After you filled the dishwasher up, you started the cleaning cycle on it and continued hand cleaning the left over dishes you couldn't fit into the machine. That was, until you suddenly heard an argument break out in the living room, their voices getting louder as one accused the other of cheating and the other heatedly denying.

You leaned your head back and closed your eyes, taking a deep breath to try and keep your sanity from slipping away. Should have known the peace wouldn't last long.  

Most of the time you tried to let them work out their problems alone without interfering, since they were grown adults after all, but sometimes that just wasn't the best idea.

Like now, when you heard Jungkook's deep growl reverberate through the air.

You knew from past experiences that that sound was bad news, so you quickly turned the faucet off and grabbed your dish towel, making your way into the living room to break up the fight as you wiped your hands off.

The sight that awaited you was nothing if not expected, but it never failed to surprise you at the same time.

"Get off!" Taehyung shouted and squirmed, currently being pushed head first into the couch by Jungkook, who was positioned on top of Taehyung, growling and snapping at the other's neck in warning.

Taehyung snarled in defense, squirming and trying to get Jungkook off of him, but the other hybrid was just so much stronger, making the feat almost impossible. It wasn't until Jungkook bucked his hips into Taehyung, in their strange way of showing dominance, that Taehyung finally collapsed to the couch and bared his throat, whining in submission.

Jungkook huffed, bending down to nose at Taehyung's neck and then nip at it, causing the smaller hybrid to whimper. "You cheated. Admit it."

"But I didn't," Taehyung whined desperately and Jungkook's deep growl sounded again, and that's when you realized you had just been standing there watching and that now was a good time to make yourself known.

"Stop it. Jungkook, get off of him now." You jumped into action, grabbing  Jungkook's upper arm and trying to pull him off of Taehyung, but Jungkook snapped his head towards you and growled in warning. It only lasted for a moment however, because when he realized it was you, he whined lowly in his throat, licking your hand as an apology and climbing off of Taehyung to sit back on the couch.

Taehyung scrambled to sit up once Jungkook was off of him. His ears were flat amidst his hair and he curled slightly into himself, looking at you with sad, literal puppy dog eyes.

God, you wanted to cuddle him so badly right now, but you knew you had to whip things back into shape real quick.

You placed your hands angrily on your hips and huffed in irritation, glaring down at both of them. "Are you serious guys? Can you really not play nicely with each other?"

They both looked guilty now with their flat ears and lowered heads. You once asked them what their least favorite thing in the world was, and their answer was whenever you scolded them.

Hybrid worlds were not very wide and mostly always revolved around their master, lover, or caregiver.

"Since you two don't know how to play nicely, I guess I'll have to sit here and supervise you like children." You told them rather annoyed, planting yourself right in the middle of them on the couch. Immediately, the two of them flocked to you like a magnet. Jungkook went for your neck, nosing at a spot before licking it, scenting you so you smelt like him. Taehyung hugged your arm and rubbed his cheek into your hair, his own way of scenting you.

The video game was suddenly forgotten and they weren't at each other's throats for the time being. This wasn't exactly the solution you were going for, but hey, it was a solution nonetheless.

Life with two hybrids was.... interesting, to say the very least.

And there were somethings you felt like you would never quite get used to.

For example, you don't think you could ever get used to the way Jungkook and Taehyung had to assert dominance over one another. Which, by the way, was by mounting the other one (fully clothed, of course) and giving a few thrusts into the other's behind while growling deeply and biting (not hard) into the other's neck.

Like what Jungkook just did to Taehyung over the video game debacle.

Jungkook was the worst one, and definitely the most dominate between him and Taehyung. He was never afraid to display that dominance either, like when they were playing together, arguing over something, and most importantly, when it came to you.

You never understood why one of them had to be above the other, but then again, there was a lot of things you didn't understand, giving the fact that they were half dogs.

Taehyung has tried to assert dominace over Jungkook in the past, but each and every time has led to a huge fight that you had to get into the middle of and break up. One of the times, Jungkook was so out of his mind with anger, he accidentally bit your arm hard enough to draw blood when you had thrown it out in a haste to get him away from Taehyung.

He had felt so bad, that the next few days after the incident, he wouldn't leave your side, whining in regret and licking your wound diligently. His saliva, being part dog, had helped the bite mark heal more quickly, and for that, you were grateful.

After a while of living together, harmony eventually fell between the three of you and Taehyung accepted his role as the submissive hybrid. Although every great once in awhile, he'd still try to challenge Jungkook, but it was mostly out of playfulness and Jungkook was always quick to put him back into his place.

Life was difficult living with two hyrbids, even more so with them being your lovers.

Sharing as a concept between the two never went over well, they were possessive by nature to begin with, so it was especially hard for them when they had to share you. Their bitch. You were still getting used to being called that, one half of you still finding it on the demeaning side, but the other half of you finding it strangely arousing.

Right now was a good example of their terrible sharing skills.

Jungkook tried to pull you towards him, snarling at Taehyung and the other just whined, pulling you back.

You felt like a rag-doll between them sometimes.

"Stop it, you guys. You're gonna tear me in two." You rolled your eyes, making to get up and return to the kitchen, but they both let out deep growls at your attempt. Back when you first met them, any growl that came out of their mouth frightened you and you stopped doing whatever it was that elicited that response from them in fear of what would happened. But now, you knew better, and knew that they were literally all bark and no bite. It was all about intimidation for them, and unfortunately, the trick just didn't work on you anymore. "Oh, you don't want to let me go? Okay then, you two are perfectly welcomed to go finish the dirty dishes that are mostly from you anyways."

Of course, their deep intimidating growls quickly turned into high pitched whines as they pawed at your arms.

"Baby," Taehyung whimpered when you continued to try and get up.

You ignored their whining and pleading and freed yourself before standing up from the couch, rolling your eyes once again when they got up after you and followed close behind you back into the kitchen. Like two desperately determined magnets.

A grin snuck across your face, but you willed it away before they saw it and realized you weren't upset with them after all. Sure, they really got on your nerves sometimes, but you couldn't help but to find their excessive affection endearing. After all, it came so naturally to them so it was always completely sincere. You were their entire world, and quite honestly, they were yours.

But you hated when they fought with each other, and despite them being your lovers, you were going to treat this problem like you would with any other bad habit of your... pet dog, for lack of better wording. And punish them by taking away something they enjoyed.

Which was you.

So you continued to ignore them as you returned to the sink, twisting on the faucet and picking up a dish to start scrubbing it clean. It was almost impossible to concentrate when they were nuzzling at your neck, their tongues poking out here and there on your skin, licking fervently and demanding your attention.

Being clingy was a normal thing for them, but this amount was unusual, they were practically frantic. It almost had you wondering if their behavior meant something was arriving.

At the mere thought of it, a shot of anticipation and arousal flew through your body and suddenly you were hyper aware of their big, strong hands tugging on your waist and hips. However, you controlled your hormones, knowing full well that if you let yourself get too worked up they would sense it and really be demanding your attention then. In more ways than one.

Taehyung whined, and you felt him rock his hips into you, knowing that he was trying to get your attention by enticing you.

The action didn't go unnoticed by the other however and Jungkook instantly turned his attention to Taehyung, a deep growl crawling up his throat and he abandoned you in favor of backing the other hybrid up against the counter, teeth bared and ears back in anger.

You huffed in annoyance at the fact another fight was about to break out, so you turned the faucet off once again in order to take care of things. "Stop, stop, stop," you demanded tiredly to Jungkook, but he didn't even acknowledge your words and continued to press into Taehyung's space.

"My bitch." Jungkook spat down at Taehyung, and you were surprised when Taehyung snarled back, challenging Jungkook.

"No," he shoved Jungkook back off of him. "She's fucking not."

Surprise colored your features at how Taehyung was not submitting and you suddenly became anxious, worried what was going to happen now. Nothing good ever came after Taehyung's refusal to submit, because Jungkook hated when his dominance was threatened.

"Guys, look at me," you tried, but they were too busy sizing each other up. "Guys!" You bit your lip, thinking hard on what to do, on how to nip this in the bud before it worsened considerably.

And then an idea popped into your head.

"I-I'll go lay down with you and rub your ears if you please just stop fighting!"

That was one of their grandest weaknesses. Ear rubs.

You almost laughed when you saw Taehyung's tail wag at the prospect of an ear rub despite how he was squared up with Jungkook. Even Jungkook's ears twitched after hearing that, and then they both glanced at you, tails lowering as they started wagging in guilt.

Ear rubs were clearly way more important than a dumb fight.

Reaching out your hands, you smiled softly.  "Come on my loves," you knew they loved it when you spoke sweetly to them. It always made them happy. So after that, they eagerly took ahold of your hands and let you lead them out of the kitchen, down the hall and into your shared bedroom.

At least you knocked out most of the dirty dishes. The rest would have to wait a little bit longer, and maybe you'd make Taehyung and Jungkook take care of them.

Once you got into the room, you didn't even have a chance to get on the bed yourself, because Taehyung was nudging you down onto it from behind with a huff. A squeak slipped passed your lips as you caught yourself on your hands in fear of falling face first into the mattress. Heartbeat increasing slightly from the unexpected push.

You huffed out a surprised laugh, looking over your shoulder to lightly scold Taehyung, but the amused look on your face quickly fell when you saw the way Taehyung and Jungkook were looking at you. They stood behind you, eyes dark as they stared down at you like two predators stalking their prey, licking their lips hungrily.

Belatedly, you realized your new position was quite the compromising one. Your face was down and ass was poked out into the air, a delicious and satisfying sight to the two hybrids who kept licking their lips. Jungkook even went as far as to lick his teeth. Their eyes were boring into your ass and when you looked down slightly, you saw the rapidly growing tent in their pants as their obvious arousal began to show.

You gulped in a mixture of anticipation and desire, trying to keep your hormones under control in fear of them literally pouncing on you. "T-Taehyung," you tried to scold with a shaky voice and then turn over to sit on your butt, but you quickly stopped moving at the sound of the deep growl that resounded from Jungkook.

Another gulp, out of slight fear this time.

"Jungkook, baby," you called sweetly in an attempt for him to lightened up on some of his intensity, and then you tried to turn over again, but he only let out another growl.

"Stay." He demanded, moving closer in behind you, but not without Taehyung growling in disagreement.

"Jungkook," Taehyung suddenly whined. "I got her like that, not you, so I get her first."

Jungkook seemed like he couldn't care less about Taehyung's misfortune in the slightest, only giving a snarl in response as he manhandled you to where you kneeling on the bed as well, making it to where you were now on all fours.

If the sight of you before was delicious to them, this one now was absolutely mouthwatering.

Not really knowing why since it seemed to be a lost cause now, you still tried to control your hormones. If you went full on unabashedly aroused, the reaction it elicited from the two hybrids was overwhelming and intense, so you tried to keep it as lowkey as possible while you prepared yourself for what was to come.

It was almost humorous how quickly things turned. It went from giving them innocent ear rubs, to giving them something far less innocent.

Your control on your arousal was slipping, especially when you felt the bed dip behind you as Jungkook climbed onto it. Biting your lip, you looked over your shoulder again and just about lost it at the sight of Jungkook. His teeth were bared slightly from a snarl and it was like he couldn't take his eyes off of your ass. Displayed so perfectly for him to take as he pleased.

It was a total lost cause when you felt a gush of wetness leak out of you onto your panties. There was no holding your hormones back now. And you knew it was now clouding the air when the two hybrids suddenly took a deep breath. Taehyung began to whine frantically, tail wagging as he paced behind Jungkook, wanting so badly to get to you, but knowing he couldn't because of the other hybrid.

Jungkook chose to mount you then, positioning himself to where he was over you and the large and prominent bulge in his pants was now pressed right up against your ass.

You let out a shaky breath, stomach twisting in a burning ball of arousal.

Taehyung tried to slowly get onto the end of the bed, but Jungkook turned on him and growled, making him back away with a whine.

You would scold Jungkook in times like this, and tell him to share you with Taehyung, but Jungkook's possessiveness in this setting was admittedly a guilty pleasure of yours. It made you feel so wanted and desired on such a filthy level - plus, Jungkook always shared in the end. After he got off inside of you, he'd let Taehyung have his turn, so you didn't feel too bad.

But one thing that was even better than letting Jungkook just have at you, was making Jungkook work for it. He always got so riled up, that when he finally got you, he was fucking ruthless. Which you loved.

So when you felt him tugging your tight lounge shorts down, you quickly flipped yourself over to where you were sitting on your butt, a breathless laugh tumbling out.

Jungkook huffed in irritation, immediately going for your hips to just flip you back over, but you moved back away from him until you were up at the pillows. The grin on your face couldn't be helped, this was too much fun. He stared at you for a moment, frowning, before he made to move towards you.

"Nah-ah-ah," you waved a finger at him, lifting your foot up to press against his chest, halting him from coming closer. "You haven't been a very good boy today Kookie, so why should I let you have me?"

Jungkook bent down and licked at your ankle with a whine, looking at you with his puppy dog eyes. "Please," he pleaded, lowering his hand to grab at his aching cock through his pants. His hips jumped from the friction of his own hand.

"Please isn't an answer, Kookie," you were tempted to tease him by letting Taehyung come get you, but you knew that wasn't a smart idea. Things could turn seriously violent then.

Speaking of Taehyung, he carefully and slowly tried to get onto the bed again and Jungkook was too distracted by trying to get you to surrender to notice his movements. So by the time Taehyung was up onto the bed and moving closer to you, it was too late for Jungkook to get him off of the bed.

Now, you had two eager hybrids in front of you, that were very much aroused and with very little patience.

You smirked, deciding to turn this little game up a notch or two. With your left hand, you slowly smoothed it down your stomach until you got to the waistband of your shorts. Taehyung and Jungkook were completely still, watching your hand intently with their ears perked up.

You bit your lip to try and contain the grin threatening to spread across your face but it was a futile attempt. When your fingers slipped passed your waistband, you caught sight of their tails begin to wag in anticipation and impatience. You dipped two of your fingers between your folds and then slowly slipped your hand back out with a pop of your waistband. Lifting your fingers into the air, Taehyung and Jungkook followed the movement closely, their tongue coming out to lick their lips.

It was Taehyung who first tried to lean in to steal a lick, but you simply pulled your hand back and with your other one you placed it against his chest to halt his movements.

"No." You firmly said, and Taehyung sat back with a whimper, rubbing his head against Jungkook's shoulder, in which the other hybrid just turned his head and licked Taehyung's cheek quickly in acknowledgment.

"I want you," Taehyung whined, licking his lips again when you brushed the two wet fingers against each other.

You sighed, stomach twisting in a sharp pang of arousal at how utterly desperate they were to have you.

"You want me?" You cooed at them, and they suddenly became frantic, tails wagging and their heads nodding in agreement. "If you get me, what will you do with me?"

"Breed you." Jungkook said immediately with a growl, puffing his chest out slightly and your foot slid off of him, making your leg fall back down onto the mattress. He stayed put though, despite the lack of barrier now.

You almost moaned at his answer, becoming even wetter and thinking of how amazing it'll feel to eventually have Jungkook's thick cock inside of you - pinning you to the bed as he pounds you senselessly.

Some might say this was down right cruel, but you parted your legs, again gaining their undivded attention as they waited for what was next, and then smoothed your hand down onto your clothed center, patting it lightly.

"You wanna fill me up, Kookie?"

A shiver of excitement shot up your spine at the growl your words elicted from Jungkook deep within his chest. He tried to move to get in between your legs, but you quickly shut them before he had the chance, giving him a smirk and another wave of your finger.

"Did I tell you you could come touch me?" You asked him, but he just puffed a breath out of his nose in utter annoyance. Clearly growing tired of your little games.

But that's exactly what you wanted.

You were so caught up in Jungkook however, you failed to notice Taehyung who had moved in enough to gingerly stick his tongue out and lick at your two fingers that were still damp with your arousal. Honestly, you didn't have the heart to shoo him away, so you allowed him to frantically lick your fingers clean. His ears were laid back in fear of you scolding him, but you just stared at his skillfull tongue, at the way it curled around your fingers and lapped deliciously.

Suddenly an idea popped into your head and you pulled your hand away, much to Taehyung's disappointent, but you didn't care because you were about to give him something so much better.

They watched you curiously, wondering what you were doing, but when they saw you lift your hips off of the bed to start tugging your lounge shorts down, they immediately started whining in anticipation. You dropped your hips, telling them to behave and be patient as you slowly slid the shorts down your legs, taking your time and teasing them as much as you could.

After you slipped your feet out of them, you made sure to keep your legs pressed together for the time being.

"Mm," you bit your lip, gazing up at them with hooded eyes. "Do my babies want a little treat?" You gave them a little preview by spreading your legs slightly, just enough for them to catch a glimpse of your deliciousness in-between and then closing them again.

They about fucking lost it.

You couldn't even try to keep them out, because Jungkook was promptly forcing your legs apart with his impressive strength and making room for himself between them. Taehyung grabbed your leg, pulling it up and outwards so he could have room too, but Jungkook had different thoughts on that.

He growled deeply at Taehyung to back away from what was his, but the other hybrid just lowered his ears to make himself look non-threatening and Jungkook decided to just not worry about it anymore. Everyone here knew whose bitch you were and who would be breeding you first.

Your legs were spread wide, exposing your glistening swollen center that looked absolutely irresitable to the two hybrids.

Yet something was holding them back, like they were so strung-out they couldn't even get themselves to actually taste you. So you ran two fingers through your wetness again and then lifted your hand into the air for them. They almost bumped heads in their haste to lick your fingers, both of them whimpering at the amazing taste.

You became even wetter when they started licking into each others mouths in an attempt to find more, having cleaned your fingers completely of the sweetness.

God, it was erotic and unbelievably hot. You were truly blessed to have two hybrids as lovers.

"You want more babies?" You cooed at them, patting the source of it all to get their attention.

Unrestrained now that he had a taste, Jungkook was the first to dive in, burying his face into your pussy and going to town with his tongue. They weren't the only ones having been strung-out, so after finally getting stimulation down there and rough stimulation at that, your stomach twisted in a vicious knot, heat blazing through your core.

"Oh God, Kookie," you moaned in a high pitch, thighs trembling from the ruthless stimulation of his frantic tongue. You tangled your hand in his hair, stuck between wanting to move away from the sharp pleasure or move even closer in search for a delicious release in the future.

Taehyung carefully moved in, trying to find a good angle for his head and he ended up just pressing in beside Jungkook and licking whatever part of skin he could reach, which happened to be crease where your leg met your pelvis. Jungkook was quite frankly hogging the good stuff.

A possessive growl ripped from Jungkook's chest at Taehyung's proximity, but he was way too enthralled in the taste of you to press the matter any further. He moved down a bit and shoved his tongue into your entrance, licking deeply, as far as he could go and your eyes almost rolled back into your head at the sheer pleasure. Especially because after he did that, Taehyung took advantage of the space and angled his head to where he was lapping at your clit.

You've had previous lovers. Quite a few before the two hybrids came along. But none of them could even compare to Taehyung and Jungkook in bed. Looking down, and seeing both of their heads between your legs and knowing that they wanted to be there, made you throw your head back and moan as you shifted your hips in pleasure. Some of your old lovers wouldn't even eat you out (they didn't last very long), and the others that did only did it out of obligation.

But Jungkook and Taehyung genuinely loved eating you out, the taste of you utterly addictive to them.

A rush of heat headed south when you watched Taehyung begin humping Junkook's leg in search of friction, a whine escaping his throat.

Jungkook, seeing it as Taehyung trying to assert dominance over him, reluctantly pulled his mouth away from you in order to bare his teeth and growl at the other hybrid. Taehyung completely ignored him, taking this opportunity to really dive into you now that Jungkook had pulled back a bit and he continued to rock his hips into the other, enjoying the friction it was granting.

"Jungkook," you moaned out when you saw him make a move to probably tackle Taehyung, but you caught his attention just in time. "No." You tried to sound firm when he looked up at you, but your voice wavered from the extreme pleasure Taehyung was currently giving you.

The black haired hybrid chose to ignore you, turning his attention back to Taehyung with a dangerous growl.

"Jungkook!" You snapped at him this time, desperately trying to keep your wits when Taehyung threatened to completely sweep you away in utter bliss. His tongue was currently lapping at your entrance while his nose rubbed unintentionally against your clit. It all felt so fucking amazing and you wanted to lose yourself to it, but you couldn't let Jungkook attack him.

Jungkook looked up at you again, huffing in irritation, but you held his gaze steadily.

"Come up here," you told him, and he glanced at Taehyung for a moment before looking back at you with a whine. "Come on, Jungkook."

So he stole one last lick on your inner thigh before he moved up your body, licking across your nipple on his way up. You gripped his jaw then, pulling his head up to yours and smashing your mouths together.

For a moment, you actually kissed, mouths moving together like well-oiled engine. But it didn't take long until Jungkook was shoving his tongue passed your lips and licking frantically at the wet cavern. You moaned into his mouth at the taste of yourself on his tongue and then shifted your hips when Taehyung began pressing forward in order to lick as deeply as possible into your entrance.

Jungkook was half-way hovering over you now, resting his weight on his hip and in the perfect position for you to reach down into his pants and take his impossibly hard cock into your hand. Immediately, before you could even move your hand, he was bucking his hips into the tight grip in search of relief.

Taehyung had also moved to where his hips were straddling your leg slightly so he could start rubbing his clothed cock against you.

Now, they were both rocking their hips into you for relief and the motions were driving you abolustely insane. They made you feel so dirty and used and suddenly, you wanted to flip yourself over and let them have at you. Let them pound your ass until you were turned into a crying, screaming mess.

"'Wanna breed you," Jungkook murmured into your mouth gruffly, trying so hard to fuck into your hand roughly for some satisfaction, but there was no way he was going to get any in this position. He needed to be inside of you, with your tight wet heat suctioned around him.

"Yeah?" You moaned in between his incessant licks and kisses. "Wanna breed me, baby? Wanna fill me up and knot me?"

The filthy questions earned you a growl from Jungkook and he nipped at your bottom lip sharply, making you wince slightly as your eyebrows knitted together.

"Turn over. Want that ass in the air for me." He pulled away, giving you room to obey. "Gonna fuck my bitch so good. Fill her up with my pups." He was almost talking to himself at this point, so ready to fuck you as he quickly removed his pants and jerked his shirt over his head.

The only problem though was Taehyung, who was still languidly licking at you and rubbing himself against your leg. In his own little world. But when you made the move to turn over, he immediately caught on to what you were doing and sat back in excitement. His tail wagging as he rushed to remove his clothing.

Getting onto your knees and resting your weight on your forearms was an easy enough task. But it's the chaos that followed the action, where it all turned difficult.

Taehyung tried to move in behind you out of instinct, but a vicious growl tore from Jungkook's chest and he jumped to intercept the other's movement. With his brute strength, Jungkook wrestled and pinned Taehyung to the bed by his shoulders, growling and snapping in warning less than an inch away from his neck.

"My bitch, do you understand me? Stay the fuck away from her." Jungkook snarled, and even being human you could almost feel the domineering, intimidating pheromones that were echoing off of his body, so you could only imagine how affected Taehyung was by them. If you weren't in the bedroom with your ass in the air, you would stand up for Tae, but you knew better than to get into the middle of what was going on. When it came to breeding, Jungkook's word was law. He got first go.

Taehyung was positively terrified, ears flattened into his hair and eyes squeezed shut with his neck bared in submission. He whined in fear. "You don't touch until I say you can touch. And that won't be until after I pump her full and knot her up, so know your fucking place." And just to drive his point home and really get Taehyung to listen, Jungkook opened his mouth and rested his canines on the thin skin of Taehyung's neck. A dangerous warning. And then he removed them, snarling once more as he backed up off of the other hybrid and turned his attention back to what mattered.

You.

Jungkook sniffed at the air and then let out a satisfied huff when he smelt your arousal, the tantalizing aroma going straight to his cock and making it throb as he moved into position behind you.

You shuddered in anticipation when you felt the weight and heat of his body behind you and it was no surprise when you felt his strong  hands grip your hips and begin jostling your body into his desired position. When he was done there was a deep arch in your back and your ass was poised perfectly in the air for him and it delighted you knowing how badly the sight probably drove him insane.

Seeing you completely offering yourself up to him, like his good little bitch. Your stomach twisted fiercely when he growled in approval at the sight of you and began lining his cock up with your entrance. Before he pushed in, he looked over his shoulder back at Taehyung and snarled, not even liking the other hybrid to be so close, but he was too desperate to be inside of you to care much about it.

As he pushed in, you bit your lip and held your breath, hand clutching the sheets in front of you in order to keep yourself grounded. The intense stretch of his girth stung, but it was expected and you knew it wouldn't last long. As soon as he would start thrusting, your body would adjust and open up perfectly for him, accepting his thickness eagerly.

"Fuck," you squeaked out breathlessly when he bottomed out with a thump and you listened to him breathe heavily through his nose behind you, most likely taking in this moment and gathering himself before he began plowing into you.

Jungkook draped himself over you, nuzzling through your hair in order to find your ear. For a moment he just breathed into it, making your heart beat frantically in your chest out of anticipation on what he was going to do next, and then he poked his tongue out to lave over it before tugging the lobe between his teeth with a growl.

"So wet and tight, my bitch feels so good," and he emphasized the last word with a deliberate roll of his hips that ended with a firm smack into your ass. The feeling was absolutely delicious.

And before you knew it, his hips began moving in a consistent motion. Quick little thrusts that you knew would only build in intensity over time. But right now, they were small and almost soft, yet had enough speed to have your ass jiggling every time his hips met it.

You could hear Taehyung behind you whining and moving around on the bed aimlessly, not knowing what to do with himself and the unbearable urge to fuck. You wanted to feel bad for him, but the steady, perfectly consistent rhythm of Jungkook's thrusts wouldn't allow you. You were already so fucking gone. The way Jungkook was fucking you right now could get you to cum without you even thinking about having to touch your clit. That's how good it was.

Jungkook reached underneath you and slipped one of his hands up your stomach all the way up to your breast, squeezing it and then tweaking the nipple with his fingers. "Perfect tits, baby. Can't wait to see 'em all full and leaking of milk for our pups." He growled dangerously then, his thrusts intensifying, shifting to the next level effortlessly.

"Yes, Kookie," you moaned out loudly, clenching around his cock from the filthy words shamelessly tumbling out of his mouth.

Honestly, you were pretty sure it wasn't possible for you to get pregnant by them, which was why you never worried about condoms or birth control. It's not like you were positively for certain, but you just figured since you were technically different species, you wouldn't be biologically compatible like that. But you had to admit, one of your deepest, darkest filthiest fantasies was quitting your job and just staying with your ass in the air all day everyday for them to take turns breeding you over and over again. Being their personal little pup-maker, like they'd probably love for you to be.

But that was a fantasy, and you tried to keep the sex with them under control because they were pretty much always horny and would be perfectly happy just spending their whole day fucking you. The instinct to reproduce was strong within them and always present, making it hard for them to see you in an innocent light sometimes. Like when you'd bend over to pick something up or tie your shoe, they'd see it as an opportunity to mount you from behind. Or when you'd be their little spoon while cuddling, they would be hyper-aware of their crotch pressed up against your ass and then get aroused and try to have sex.

Don't get you wrong though, you were a young healthy woman with a strong sex drive of your own that had no problems indulging two handsome hybrid's insatiable obsession. But sometimes, you had to be rational and refuse them or else you'd never get anything done throughout the day.

This time of the month however, when your ovulation cycle began to run its course, you knew that you had to surrender yourself to their incessant desire, at least until after it wasn't so strong to them. Because one time during one of your ovulation cycles you had a bad cold and did not feel like having sex at all, so you rejected all of their advances and quickly found out that it was physically painful for them when they could feel such a strong urge and pull towards you but couldn't do anything about it. It was so unbearable in fact that you ordered and expressed shipped from the internet a pheromone mask, a spray that you spritzed all over your body and masked the strong scent that you were sending out to Jungkook and Taehyung. It helped eased the sexual urge for them, but they were still clingy and didn't leave your side throughout the whole cycle.

You still had that spray, and kept it for emergencies, but you chose to deal with your cycle naturally most of the time and let them fuck you like they wanted. It was easier to just let it happen, rather than make sure you put the spray on again every hour to keep it effective. Plus, you really had no issues about dealing with it naturally when you could. And it was a Friday, so you had the next two days off and were free to spend them right here in this very bed if need be.

Your train of thought suddenly rerouted back to the present when Jungkook sat back onto his heels and gripped your hips in his strong hold, before pounding into you harder than before. Driving his hips into you with the sole purpose to get himself off and fill you up to the brim with his seed and knot.

You gasped, mouth hanging open in a silent scream and you gripped the covers beneath you, pulling up on them before pressing your forehead into the mattress. You were so wrecked beyond basic thought, that you didn't even notice Taehyung was now beside you. Glancing over at him, you saw him staring intently at where you and Jungkook were connected, the wet and sloppy sight of Jungkook's cock pistoning in and out of you and the obvious stretch you were having to endure in order to accommodate him. Taehyung's hand was wrapped around his cock, so tightly that his knuckles were white and he whined, frowning.

"T-Tae," you tried to speak, but Jungkook was fucking you so roughly your whole body was jostling with his thrusts and making it hard to even get a word out.

Taehyung's ears twitched at the sound of his name, but he couldn't pull his eyes away from the sight they were glued on.

You wanted to jerk him off, taking pity on him, but when you began reaching back for his cock, Jungkook growled in disapproval and suddenly draped himself back over your body. One hand holding his weight up on the bed and the other going to rest on your stomach.

He pressed his hand into your lower stomach and growled lowly in your ear. The pressure was tantalizing, emphasing the feel of his cock rubbing against your walls from within.

"My pups are gonna be in here. Mine, you're my bitch." He decided to remind you once again and the sharpest stab of arousal made your stomach clench from the reminder, and it was also that moment when you felt the familiar sting down at your entrance. The tell tale sensation of his knot beginning to form.

It was that added stretch whenever he would shove his knot passed your entrance and then pull it back out. It would catch on your entrance the more it grew but he would just thrust especially hard to fit it in and then yank his hips back to pop it back out and repeat the process.

This was the part where it was clear you were not made to take a hybrid's cock, even though whenever you'd voice that realization, Jungkook and Taehyung were quick to assure you that whenever you got pregnant with their pups they would be able to fit through your vagina so technically their knot should be no problem for you to handle.

Needless to say, even if that was true, it was definitely easier said than done.

"Jungkook!" You cried out, feeling that familiar urge to tap out as you buried your face in the covers. But despite the pain, your stomach still swirled warmly in the direction of a release and oddly enough, the arousal and pain blended into something delicious and overwhelming.

And then, Jungkook gave the hardest thrust yet and popped his knot into your entrance, the action causing you to gasp sharply. But you knew this time, it was in you to stay. Because Jungkook didn't try to yank his hips back like before, instead he grind into you with a purpose, hips flushed with your ass.

The swirling warmth in the pit of your stomach began to intensify at how full you felt, and not to mention you could feel the way his knot rubbed snugly against your walls and hitting every sugary spot you could imagine.

No human man could ever make you feel this way.

And just the thought of that, coupled with the incredible feeling of being filled to the brim, was enough to send you spiraling into the most sweetest high. The feeling of heaven flushing throughout your limbs and caressing your stomach and lower back, making your toes curl and mouth pop open as you welcomed it with fervor.

The sensation of your walls clenching and clenching and your thighs quivering in an attempt to keep yourself up was what finally coaxed Jungkook into coming. Releasing his thick seed deep within you as his chest rumbled with a deep content growl, his face nuzzling into your temple and hips continuing to move in small little grind to milk himself dry inside of you.

There was so much cum, he was still releasing into you and it always amazed you how completely stuffed you were afterwards. Filled up completely by Jungkook, every inch inside of you.

"Fuck," you whimpered, letting out a shaky breath and the small little noise made Jungkook wrap both arms around your middle in an attempt to comfort you as he lapped at your face, but you were now supporting both of your weight and you let out a helpless noise at the pressure on your upper body. "Jungkook, please you're squishing me,"

And he gave you one last lick before placing his hands back onto the bed and picking his weight up off of you.

You looked back over your shoulder at him, wondering what he looked like after such an intense fuck since you basically never had sex facing each other. You always had to be on your hands and knees, in the proper breeding position, Taehyung and Jungkook proclaimed.

The sight nearly made you orgasm all over again. Sweat soaked his hairline and was dripping down the sides of his face, coupled with hooded eyes and parted lips as he breathed heavily from the previous exertion. There was a slight furrow between his eyebrows, making him look like the sexiest thing you've ever witnessed. And as if the whole thing couldn't get better, he tilted his head back slightly and sniffed at the air, hips twitching afterwards.

"Smells good. Just like it always does when my bitch gets bred."

You moaned, feeling fucking aroused all over again because of Jungkook and his damn filthy, blatant words.

When you propped yourself up back onto your elbows, your sore knees were brought to your attention and you were just about to ask Jungkook if he could arrange you two on your sides like usual but thats when you suddenly felt something.

Something little and faint down at your entrance, that was there and gone within a quick second.

Jungkook suddenly went tense above you and then you felt it again. This time, you realized it was wet and warm, prodding and swiping around the area tentatively.

"Taehyung," you suddenly said with a shaky exhale. Not asking for his attention, but just voicing your realization that the odd sensation was him.

He was positioned behind you and Jungkook, head angled between your legs in order to lap around your sensitive center. He always did this after Jungkook knotted you, enjoying the new juices that your climaxes provided while also offering his numbing/healing saliva. Aiding with any soreness you felt, but it was mainly for Jungkook. Whenever you couldn't feel Taehyung's tongue, you knew he had veered off to the base of Jungkook's cock and was licking at the little part of his knot that could be seen from inside of your vagina. Their knots were always sensitive and sore afterwards so they would help each other out and lick them to ease the dull ache since they couldn't reach their own.

Jungkook released a deep breath, his body seeming to relax along with it. He crowded you forwards and then dropped his weight down onto his hip on the mattress, moving the two of you so you would be on your sides.

Taehyung whined at the loss, trying to follow the irresistible taste and Jungkook just rolled his eyes tiredly when he got you both situated and then he slipped his hand under your inner thigh so he could heft your leg into the air that way for Taehyung. The eldest hybrid re-positioned himself and dove back in, licking at you both once more eagerly.

You were so exhausted all of the sudden, Jungkook always did a number on you when you fucked. It was go big or go home for him all the time when it came to sex, which you had no complaints about whatsoever. But golly, it sure tired you out.

Practically numb to Taehyung's tongue at this point, you just rested your head on the pillow and gazed tiredly down at him working, enjoying the feeling of both of your lovers so close to you.

And before you knew it, your eyes were slipping closed and the last thing you remembered before dozing off was Jungkook growling softly and easing your leg down, telling Taehyung to let you rest.

You awoke to the sun shining straight into your eyes and you moaned, turning your head away from the light. But the innocent morning sunlight was definitely not what roused you from sleep, and quite frankly, not what made you moan either.

Opening one eye and peeking down, you saw a mop of brown hair between your legs, fluffy ears perked up.

"Taehyung," you whispered, biting your lip and frowning at the over-sensitivity of his tongue lapping at your clit.

Realizing you were awake, he looked up at you and his tail began to wag in excitement. He pulled himself up, whining and your eyes fell to the large bulge in his pajama pants.

His hips stuttered, seeking out friction.

"Please, before Jungkook wakes up," he pleaded desperately, giving you the literal puppy dog eyes as the cherry on top.

You yawned, stretching your muscles and wondering how the hell you allowed those eyes to have such a strong effect on you as you rolled over onto your knees. You kept your head on the pillow, hugging it and closing your eyes, feeling Taehyung moving around behind you.

Good morning world, you thought humorously as you arched your back and poked your ass into the air.

[lazysimp]

may we get some more moments of bull bakugo and cow y/n plz? 🤲

A/N: Sure anon, I hate to say it but I like this AU more than should. These are the features I imagined Bakugou/reader has.

Warnings/tags: cow girl, animal hybrid fic, oral sex, vaginal sex, Fem reader, 18+ MDNI

wc: 1.3k

How Bull Bakugou reacts to you being taken away

In the weeks following Bakugou first claiming the two of you had never been separated longer than a few minutes. He was obsessed, always keeping you within arms reach until today.

After a long night of fun, the two of you curled up under his favorite tree enjoying the breeze on a hot day. This is how most of your days were spent. In the distance, you could hear the sound of the metal machines coming closer but you had nothing to worry about, the humans only ever dropped off food or new friends. But today their plan seemed to change.

The black metal machine stopped a little distance away and two humans stepped out, one was holding some strange stick and the other a large cloth bag.

You looked down to your sleeping boyfriend and wondered if you should wake him, maybe he would know what to do, but before you could try to do anything a sharp prick jabbed into your thigh.

You look down to see a small shiny tube sticking out of your thigh with a bright feather on its top. Before you could warn Bakugou, one of the tubes stuck his thigh, shocking him awake, but it was too late. Whatever they did to you already had you falling into darkness, listening to the bellow of rage as Bakugou realized too late what was happening.

Your groggy eyes opened a few hours later, you take a quick survey of your surroundings and realize they must have taken you back to the main barn. Being a hybrid you don’t get many interactions with humans, both species usually choosing to leave the other in peace.

The door to your pin opened and a farmer with green hair opened the door, you smile with relief. He had been one of the humans you used to see when you lived in the barn.

“Sorry to disturb your rest little one,” he mumbled, opening up a small case. “You are due for a couple of shots and a quick checkup just to make sure you are healthy.”

You nod, relieved. Checkups, when you lived near the main barn, were common. You hoped they told Bakugou what was going on.

The kind farmer’s hands expertly delivered your shots and took a few vitals before leading you back to the metal machine. You waved bye as the farmhand drove back to the pasture, back to Bakugou.

But the scene you return to was nothing you were expecting. The fence surrounding the grass field was all but in ruins. The strong wood posts having been ripped from the ground. The metal feeding pin that held hay was lying in pieces around the field. You look around trying to see if a storm had come through only to see the cause of all the damage.

Bakugou was rushing towards the truck, fury etched on his face as he prepared to ram it. The farmhand quickly opened the door keeping you inside and gently pushes you out before rushing away.

You don’t even have time to look up before he is on top of you, rubbing his hands over your skin. You try to get out a few words, to reassure him you were fine, but he was not listening. His frantic eyes inspected every inch of your skin, making sure the humans had not done something to you.

Once his eyes slowed to meet you you give him a soft smile, trying to show him that you were ok, but he needed more. His heart was racing, since he had woken up with you, not by his side he had been on a rampage. Anything that had been in his path was now rubble. Despite now having you safe in his arms, adrenaline was still pumping through him.

Not waiting another minute his hand clamps around your neck, gently pushing your back to the ground.

You spread open your knees, already knowing what he had planned. His tongue was on you in seconds, delving into your cunt. You let out a small whine, already overwhelmed. Bakugou had made it his life's mission to find exactly what made you tick. He spent hours teasing your sweet body, watching silently as you wither around, taking mental notes at what moves made you crazy.

If you thought he was good before, he was a god now. Sucking your clit into his mouth with the exact pressure he knew would drive you higher. He did not bother to open your with his fingers, he knew your cunt would still be stretched from the night before.

It only took a few more lashes of his tongue before your legs clamped together around his head. He moaned into your cunt, enjoying the feel of your soft thighs around his head.

When your body stops trembling he pries open your knees, keeping them open as his cock lined up with your entrance. You are too dazed from your orgasm to do anything but lie there as he slowly sinks into your heat.

You both groan at the sensation of him entering you, the burn of the stretch only making the pleasure feel more intense.

He does not give you time to adjust before he is running into you, his heavy balls hitting your skin with each deep thrust. His deep grunts filled your ears, telling you how much he loved being inside you, filling you up with his cum.

A tightness starts to grow in your lower abdomen, like a rope slowing twisting, building tension with each thrust. Your legs started to tremble around him, the muscles quivering with anticipation.

You were already so close, you just needed a little bit more. But Bakugou was not going to let you off that easy. Changing the angle of his thrusts until the tightness loosened. You let out a cry of protest, wanting that feeling to return.

"Beg," he growled into your ear, "Beg if you want to cum on my cock."

You wanted to have outraged, to yell at him and demand more. Instead, your pretty lips opened to say, "Please Bakugou, please let me cum on your cock."

His hips shifted again, his thrusts now hitting the pleasure spot inside your cunt. "More," he groaned, "Beg me for more."

"Bakugou," you cry, losing the ability to think, "Please, I really need to cum, please let me cum. I'll be a good girl I promise, please just let me cum."

"A good girl hm? What does my good girl want me to do?" he panted, his thrusts growing sloppier.

"My clit," you babble, barely coherent, "Please play with my clit."

His lips press themselves on your forehead, wordlessly rewarding your words as his fingers slip through your drenched folds, looking for your little nub. Your body jolts as his fingertips brush past it.

His strong finger surrounded your clit, stroking the tender bud in time with his thrusts. It was enough. With a silent scream, the rope inside you released, sending you spiraling.

You could not control your body as convulsions traveled through you, making every muscle tense. Bakugou watched his hard work pay off before your clenching pussy finally pushed him over the edge. A low groan left his lips as he spilled inside you, his balls twitching as he filled you to the brim with his cum.

He does not bother to pull his cock out as he lifts you into his arms, holding your chest to chest as he carries you back to his tree. Having you filled with his cum finally allowed him to calm down enough to realize why you had been taken but he did not regret destroying everything around him. Humans needed to know who you belonged to the next time they try to take you away.

[1dimagineclub]

BONUS: Dirty Imagine

🚫 WARNING 18+ PLZ 🚫

** SIDE NOTE: This imagine is for any of the boys. Whichever of the boys you like/love will be represent by (A/G/N). So as you reading please insert their name wherever you see (A/G/N).**

“The Times We Share”

** His POV **

The cool winds blow into the room from the balcony. She stirs a little. Her curls being tasseled as she huffs and drapes her left leg over mine. I move her leg but it’s no use because she places it right back where it was. I try my best to slip from her to go get a glass of water, never realizing the acts from earlier could leave one so parched. 

The clock on the stove reads 2:02 A.M. It’s been exactly an hour since I had her laughing and panting above me. She always says if you can’t laugh with the person you’re having sex with then you shouldn’t be with them, and I agree. I love that, sometimes I say dorky things because she finds them amusing, and to hear her moans mixed with her laughter is a sweet success.

 I gulp down the rest of the glass of water and head back upstairs. She’s still sprawled out on the bed, she’s never been a great sleeper. I move her into a position where she’s little spoon, she loves falling asleep like that but she’s *never* in that same position when we wake up. I drape my hand over her waist thinking about the limited amount of time we have together, I slowly drift of, thinking of nothing but her as I fall asleep again.

I wake again in an hour, perverse thoughts of her rushing through my mind. Her on the bed waiting for me to devourer her, us in the shower while I easily slip inside of her dripping wet center. The thoughts of me taking her from behind are clouding my mind. She turns around, her plump pouty lips puckered, I rub my thumb over them, relishing the feeling of her mouth like I’ve done a million times before. She opens her eyes, blinking, adjusting to the night light that she demands *must* be kept on. She smiles her sweet smile and closes her eyes. I continue to rub her raspberry colored lips.

“You’re up early.” She says as she strokes my chin.“I couldn’t stop thinking about you, you control me you know that? You’re even in my dreams.” She smiles, “Is that because I’m dreamy?” She laughs and her laughter is contagious. “No, it’s because you’re so amazing that I can’t stop thinking about the way your mouth wraps around me so perfectly.” She gulps and her ministrations seize. She gasps as my hands roam her backside, cupping her ass in my hand and squeezing it. She gasps when I slip her panties off, leaving her in nothing but my t-shirt. I gently push her so she’s lying on her back. I hover over her, watching her expression change when I move my hand to cup her breast. 

I kiss her lips and she immediately responds by opening her mouth. I dip my tongue into her mouth like I’m dipping my tongue into *somewhere* else. She moans and I retract my tongue from the back of her throat. She pulls my shirt off my body and smiles. “You should work out when you’re away more often, you look so yummy.” I laugh and kiss her again. “I’ll keep that in mind.” I grab her hands and gently pin them above her head. “I’m gonna make you feels good.” I mumble into the crook of her neck. I bite, lick and suck on her neck until she’s begging me to touch her. “(A/G/N), *please*, touch me, please anywhere.” I let go of her arms and pull my t-shirt over her head. “We don’t need to rush things baby, we’ve got all morning.” Even though I’m straining against these boxers my love for slow, passionate morning sex has taken over and will not allow me to rush things.

I place her legs over my shoulder, just like I did in my dream. I lick her slit once and she trembles. She’s been anticipating this; waiting for me to do this to her. I lick from her center to her clit and she moans, grinding her hips. I suck her clit into my mouth and suck her softly. “I’ve wanted to taste you since I woke up.” I dip my tongue into her entrance. “Oh *god* (A/G/N), *please*. I roll her clit around with my tongue, her breathing becomes shallow, her gasps for air becoming louder. She grabs my hair, messing it up with her fingers while I once again dip my tongue into her entrance. She cries out, her back raising off the bed. I do it again and she moans out another time. Her legs begin to shake, “(A/G/N), I’m gonna cum.” She gently pushes my head, always fearing an orgasm too strong. I grab ahold of her hips and repeatedly roll my tongue around her clit and slowly dip my tongue into her entrance. Her uncontrollable clenching forcing my tongue to go deeper. 

She hums, satisfied with her orgasm. “Mmm, (A/G/N), that was so good.” Her breathing returns back to normal. “Do you think you could handle another one?” I ask while she sleepily turns on her side. “Another one of what?” She sits up and a confused look is plastered on her face. “Do you think you could handle another orgasm baby?” She smirks, “Were you finished, oh silly boy you must know it takes more than that to please me. Now do your job and give me *another one*” A smile is plastered on her face and I can’t help but laugh, “You’re a bossy little vixen aren’t you.” She nods, “Lay on your back (A/G/N).” I do as she says and she pulls down my boxers, asking me to raise my hips so she can successfully take them off.Her fingers wrap around my dick, her tiny hands pumping me from tip to base, I grab her hands and pull her on top of me. “Ride me baby, nice and slow.” I whisper in her ear and she gasps when she feels my tip nudge her entrance. I can feel her moisture dripping onto my length, never realizing she was this wet before I slowly push into her, loving the way we fit perfectly together. She picks her hips up and slowly sinks down onto my length, she does this again, throwing her head back while I thrust up, meeting her halfway. She screams my name, pushing me to lay back when she can’t take anymore of me thrusting into her. She raises her hips, grinding back and forth on my length. I kiss her, she’s whining every time I detach my lips from hers. “Damn, (Y/N) you feel like fucking heaven.” I mumble into her ear while I sit up again. I give her one particularly hard thrust and she cums, resting her head on my shoulder. I continue to thrust into her, trying to reach my own high and hopefully making her climb to another climax. 

When I cum she orgasms  too. “You did good tonight big boy. Hopefully you can do this the rest of the week.” She sleepily mumbles. When I pull out she gasps lightly. “Come on, let’s go shower baby.” We both head to the bathroom, nothing but sweet words being exchanged on the walk there. When we’re in the shower we wash each other up, still laughing and playing with one another like we don’t have just 6 days to be together. “When do you leave again?” She asks for the millionth times since I arrived last night.” I frown, realizing we’re both going to be dreading me having to leave, again. “It doesn’t matter babe, I’m here, we’re here, we’re now, so let's just use the time we have to show each other how much we’ll miss each other.” She runs to me, engulfing me in a tight hug. “I don’t want you to leave again.” She cries on my already damp shoulder. I hug her, for what feels like hours. I dry her off, professing my love for her while I do so. She laughs, which is usual for her. After we get dressed we head downstairs to the kitchen, it’s only 5 A.M. but we don’t care, we turn our music as loud as the stereo will blast it and cook breakfast together.

“You want more coffee babe?” I ask her while she blankly stares at the clock. She accepts a cup and we sit there, sipping and exchanging awkward glances at one another. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” I ask which causes her to blush. “Yes, like all the time, but that’s nothing new.” She says as she flips her hair. “My god, a girl like you should not get complimented.” I say as I roll my eyes. “She laughs and puts her mug down. She saunters over to me swaying her hips, she sits on my lap and turns around to face me. "Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” She mocks me, I nod, “Yes, you do, all the time. You just don’t know it.” She kisses me, a quick peck. I smile at her, thinking deeply about how I’d like to spend the rest of my life with this girl.