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borathae · 1 year

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"I’m honestly so free use with you when I sleep", you told him after a very passionate morning in the sheets. That was weeks ago. Right now, your confession is haunting Jungkook. Free use, you called it. Free use...The words sound sweet to his pleasure twisted mind. Free use... Jungkook gulps and chases the ecstatic feelings your sleeping body gives him. One more time. He needs it one more time.

Alternatively: After accidentally turning Jungkook on before you fall asleep, you wake up to him using your willing body to get off. Not that you mind, as his reward for your submission is as sweet as honey.”

Pairing: Vampire!Jungkook x f.Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, polyamory!AU, Camping Trip!AU, Smut

Warnings: switch!Jungkook, subby!Reader, he calls her Mistress at first but then gets so needy that he takes the lead, Yoongi makes a short appearance, hints at various threesomes, hints at bondage, sex in a camper van, needy!Jungkook, consensual free use kink (free use in this story = you can do whatever you want to me, whenever you want), consensual somnophilia, kinda sensory deprivation because he does all of this to her in a dark room & she can’t see, Koo has sensitive nipples, nipple sucking, he rubs his nipples against her lips as she sleeps, he humps her thigh while she sleeps, and plays with her pussy while she sleeps, big cock, vampire fangs, needy begging, body & breast worship, strength kink (he rips her clothes & pins her down), dirty talk, sloppy oral (f.receiving), fast pussy fingering, lotsa drool & slick, squirting, he cums humping the mattress, cuddly aftercare, they’re in love & very needy for each other

Wordcount: 5.4k

a/n: besties, it is finally happening. Sanguis!Kookie is getting the smut he deserves. Get ready for lots of it because I am obsessed with him. I fucking LOVE him. This is set once he learned how to control his urges. Oh yeah, and it’s a Kinktober22 request that didn’t make the cut, surprise it’s here now! Have fun! 🤍

Today was a first for you and Jungkook. Your first ever couple trip. It wasn’t far. Just four hours by car to a small coastal town where every restaurant offered seafood and the air smelled of ocean. He drove while you napped.

You spent the first day putting up your camper van by the beach and checking out the camp side. You spent too many minutes in the ocean and even napped under the shade of a big tree, cuddled up in a spacious hammock where Jungkook stole way too many kisses from you. Later in the evening – and after washing off the salt from your bodies and putting on pretty clothes – you went to eat at one of the restaurants where you ended up talking about too many things and drinking way too much wine.

It resulted in you getting so sleepy that you had just about enough energy to walk back to the camp side, wash up and fall into bed. The movie night you promised Jungkook was cancelled as you fell asleep five minutes after your head hit the pillows.

Jungkook was left gawking at you with a big pout. He didn’t even have time to wash up and cuddle you in bed and you were already sleeping.

Feeling utterly defeated, Jungkook leaves the camper to talk with Yoongi on the phone and make way for his frustrations.

“Hey, Kookie”, Yoongi picks up after the second ring, “what happened? Are you okay? Why are you calling me?”

“Yes, we’re okay. I’m sad. ___ already fell asleep because she drank too much wine.”

Yoongi chuckles fondly.

“She’s cute”, he says, shifting on the chair in the music room. He was writing music on the piano before Jungkook called. He is smiling because hearing Jungkook’s voice makes him happy and hearing about your shared day makes him even happier.

“Yeah she is. Fuck hyung, it’s so unfair I want her but she’s asleep.”

“I can’t help you with that”, Yoongi says in a laugh, “why are you telling me?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t know who else to tell.”

Yoongi laughs harder, “you are so silly sometimes, Kookie. Just enjoy your time with her, slip under the blanket and hold her. Listen to her sleep, kiss her neck. She’s so soft when she sleeps.”

Jungkook presses his legs together even when standing up. You would fit so snugly against his chest. Jungkook can perfectly imagine just how warm and soft you would feel. How you would press against the spots which are so incredibly sensitive. Jungkook shifts, feeling heat threaten to gather between his legs.

“Kook?” Yoongi’s voice rips him out of his thoughts and to his reality. Shit. He completely forgot that he was talking with Yoongi on the phone. Jungkook feels his cheeks heat up at the realisation.

“Y-yeah?”

“Did you hear what I just said?”

“Yeah uh, yeah I did. Sorry, I was just thinking.”

“Mhm I could tell”, the fond smirk in Yoongi’s voice is obvious to Jungkook.

He flusters.

“I’m so stupid for calling”, he mumbles, “I’m sorry hyung, I know you can’t help me.”

“It’s alright, kiddo. You know you can always call me, yeah?”

“Mhm, yeah I do.”

“Good”, Yoongi says and chuckles softly, “I gotta agree though. I can’t help you. You gotta help yourself.”

“I know”, Jungkook whines, “shit, I’m just nervous.”

“Why? It’s just ___.”

“Exactly”, Jungkook widens his eyes, “I’m so scared to lose control.”

“Kookie”, Yoongi’s voice was soft but carried the slightest hint of a scold with it, “if there was even the slightest possibility that you could lose control, I wouldn’t have let you go on this trip. You are ready. Trust in yourself, my lovely.”

Jungkook smiles giddily, “thanks, my hyungie. I needed to hear this.”

“Always happy to help”, Yoongi says, “now stop talking to me and hold our princess, you fucking deserve it, goddamn it.”

Jungkook chuckles, “yeah okay, you’re right”, he giggles, “I’m excited, hyung.”

“Mhm, you can be. She feels like heaven.”

They end their call soon after. Yoongi will continue playing piano, but he will do so with a soft smile ever so slightly present on his lips. Jungkook returns to your camper van, sneaking a glance at your resting form. You are sleeping peacefully with your mouth agape in soft snores. Jungkook finds himself melting at the view and wanting to cradle you against his chest. He perseveres however, sneaking away into the small bathroom to clean off the day.

Jungkook returns after some time, wearing nothing more than a pair of satin boxers. He tiptoes to the bed and crawls on top. He knows that he can be careful without even having to try. Sneaking comes natural to his race. A vampire is, after all, meant to surprise its prey when they least expect it.

He opens the blanket to slip inside. You roll to your back and then to your side. Jungkook halts, holding his breath. Your eyes open, searching for him in the darkness. Jungkook can see you perfectly, while you are clearly blind.

“Honey?” your voice is frail in sleep.

“Go back to sleep”, Jungkook whispers.

“I can’t.”

“Why not? Nightmare?”

You shake your head, eyes focusing on his face. At least you think that you do. You are looking right past him. Jungkook thinks it’s adorable.

“I want snuggles”, you say and pout.

Jungkook feels flutters in his tummy. You are so cute when you’re sleepy and a little tipsy. He closes the distance between you and him and picks you up just to rest you against his chest.

You rub yourself against him like a cuddly cat, humming softly.

“So nice”, you mumble, burying your face in his naked chest, “I love you, honey.”

“I love you too, my honeybee”, Jungkook says, kissing your hair, “sleep tight.”

You huff out air, running your fingertips along his waist. Jungkook feels goosebumps cover every single inch of his body because of it.

“I dreamed of you”, you whisper slowly and very quietly.

“You did?” Jungkook is melting under your touch, squeezing his legs together.

“Mhm, you moaned for me.”

“I did?” Jungkook croaks, rolling his hips into you as inconspicuously as possible, “why?”

“I made you cum”, you say and wrap your lips around his nipple to suck softly.

“Ah”, Jungkook gasps, parting his lips. His body shudders, his cock throbs instantly. His nipples are his weak spots. You are so warm and wet around him.

“Oh god, why are you doing this?” he chokes out, fighting every urge inside him not to take you against the fucking sheets right here and now. It’s like you pressed a button. He feels fucking charged.

“Is nice”, you murmur and continue to suck on him in rhythmical motions, growing slower and slower as the seconds turn into minutes.

Jungkook is a mess by the time your sucks are barely there, trembling in desperation and moaning into your hair. His cock is straining his briefs, his fingers twist the pillow behind your head. He would probably hurt you if he didn’t, because the only thing he truly wants to twist is a bundle of your hair. He would be way too rough if he did, having to twist the poor pillow instead.

“Oh god, honey”, Jungkook croaks, giving you a breathy moan afterwards. If he knew that he would get to feel something so incredibly good, he would have joined you in bed sooner.

You suck and suck and…suck and…stop. Your lips part and slip from his swollen nipple. Your tongue leaves it too.

“Please don’t stop”, Jungkook begs, releasing the pillow to caress your head, “please? More?”

“Hm”, the sound you make is barely there. Your tongue darts out and licks his sensitive nipple. Soft, slow, barely there kitten licks is all he gets, but Jungkook is so charged in pleasure that he feels no different than when you sucked him.

He moans instantly, closing his fingers around a bundle of your hair before he realises what he was about to do and he grabs the pillow instead.

“Thank you”, he sighs, "this feels so good. Oh god, it feels so good…”

Lick. Lick. Lick. Slower and slower. The pressure gets less. You breathe on his wet nipple. Like a huff of air. Involuntary and definitely not meant to stimulate him. Jungkook still moans and squirms. Your tongue stops.

“More please”, Jungkook begs, arching his chest into your mouth. Your lips press against his nipple, but don’t move. They simply rest on him and drive him insane. “Mistress?” Jungkook gets out.

No answer. You grow soft in his arms and seconds later, your breathing returned to a slow and steady rhythm. You have fallen back to sleep, now resting safely in his arms.

You left him in his desperation. You used the sucking as nothing more than your way of relaxation. And while you found peaceful sleep through it, Jungkook is left feeling like bursting. His cock is so hard, his balls so swollen and his nipple is so sensitive that one little pinch would be enough for him to soak his boxers in slick.

Jungkook pulls you closer and sobs softly.

“Don’t do that to me please”, he begs, “please wake up again please.”

Sleep however doesn’t release you and Jungkook is left with a painful hard on and sensitive nipples begging for attention.

“Please wake up, please”, Jungkook begs, trying to wake you with a little shake of your head. You don’t wake, but what does happen is that your lips rub against his nipple. Jungkook moans softly, quickly realising what he just did and going up in flames as a result.

“Sorry”, he gets out, “I, I didn’t mean to, I-”, he hesitates. It felt so good to do. Your lips are so soft and warm and still wet from all the licking you did. Would it be disgusting of him to do it again? Just one more time?

There is a part of him which tells him that he is disgusting for wanting it and another part of him which keeps reminding him of that one conversation you had a few months ago.

“I’m honestly so free use with you guys when I sleep”, you told Yoongi and him after a very passionate morning in the sheets where Yoongi woke you with oral while Jungkook jerked off and watched, “as long as you make sure that I don’t get hurt, you can honestly use my body however you want. Wake me with your cock stuffed in me if you want to, I’m so down.”

Back then, your confession resulted in Yoongi and Jungkook fucking you to the point where you cried from feeling too good.

Right now, your confession is haunting Jungkook. Haunting and tempting and turning him into a version of himself which he feels very ashamed of. Free use, you called it. Free use…The words sound sweet to his pleasure twisted mind. Free use…

Jungkook gulps and squeezes the back of your head with his fingers. One more time. He presses your head closer and moves his chest. His nipple rubs against your lips.

“A-ah hng”, he gets out and swallows audibly, feeling his cock twitch in his briefs. The feeling was indescribable. Your lips are so soft and wet. Now that sleep is keeping them relaxed, they are moving around his nipple sloppily.

Again. He needs it again.

Jungkook presses into you and grinds his swollen bud against your lips. Electricity shoots down his body and moves his cock in a throb.

“Oh god”, he moans, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, “I’m sorry, it’s so good. I’m sorry.”

He grinds his nipple into your lips and moans. It feels so good. You made him so swollen and hard and sensitive that now he is dizzy because of it.

“I’m sorry, I can’t stop”, Jungkook whimpers, “Mistress, you feel so good.”

You give him no answer. You are slumbering peacefully.

Jungkook presses himself closer, hoping for more of the sensation. He needs more of your mouth. More. You mewl and move your head away. He was too close, air was too sparse.

Jungkook shimmies back, staring at you with glassy eyes. His nipples are throbbing. He wants more, but he knows that he should give you a break. He was greedy enough.

He cups your cheek, runs his thumb over the lips he used so disgustingly before.

“I’m sorry”, he whispers, “I’m so horny, I didn’t know what I was doing.”

He has no idea why he apologises. He knows that he can do that to you. He was witness when Yoongi did far kinkier things to your sleeping body. He witnessed when he tied you to the bed and woke you with his fingers buried inside your already soaked pussy. And he was witness how you sleepily tried to fight the ropes only to beg for Yoongi’s vampire cock seconds later. And he was witness as Yoongi gave it to you, pounding into you until even the last ounce of sleepiness was fucked out of you.

Jungkook was witness to all of it and yet he still feels as if he committed a crime. He would feel far more terrible if his cock wasn’t that hard and his thoughts weren’t stuck on that night all of a sudden.

“Oh god, I can’t help it”, Jungkook croaks and rolls you onto your back. He pins your hands against the pillow and wiggles his knee between your legs. Then he straddles your thigh, hovering above you that way. His curly hair hangs into his features messily, his blown out eyes are glued to your sleeping form.

You look so innocent and sweet. Yoongi was right, watching you sleep is the best thing ever. It makes him feel so goddamn good. Especially when you look and feel so fragile under him. He feels so needed and strong, but also incredibly horny.

Jungkook angles his hips and rolls them against your thigh.

“Ah, hah ah”, he moans, squeezing your hands. Your thigh is grinding right against his swollen, hard cock. Slick covers his tip instantly, forcing his briefs to stick to it and making it slip against your naked thigh.

You aren’t wearing panties. Jungkook can see it from the position because when he flipped you onto your back, your shirt slipped up your tummy and the blanket fell from your torso. Your pussy’s right there. Exposed to his eyes. As if you wanted to give him as little hurdles as possible. As if you wanted him to be able to access your pussy whenever he wanted to.

Free use.

You weren’t lying.

Jungkook moans throatily, punishing you with harsh rolls of his hips. He is aware that the only person that punishes is himself as this results in his cock rubbing against you with such vigour, Jungkook finds himself convulsing in reaction.

“Fuck”, he rasps, “fuck, I’m so disgusting”, he chokes out and whimpers, “and you’re so perfect”, he gets out and furrows his brows, eyes focusing on your pussy.

Maybe he is imagining it, but you are glistening. As if you are getting wet. Jungkook puts your hands together so he can hold both your wrists with one hand, then he lets his other run down your body. Along your arm, lingering on your neck and massaging your breasts for a while.

You whimper, but don’t wake.

“You’re perfect. Completely perfect.”

Jungkook speeds up his hips against your thigh, soaking more of his briefs. So fucking soft. You’re so soft when you sleep.

He runs his hand further down your body, your tummy is one of his favourite spots to touch. So soft and pretty. Next your hips. Jungkook fights every urge inside of him not to bruise it. Then your pussy.

You moan in your sleep at the first touch, writhing underneath him as he drags his fingers through your folds.

Jungkook trembles and squeezes your wrists.

“So wet”, he growls, feeling his cheeks tingle as veins appear on his skin. He draws circles on your soaked entrance, looking at it with blown out pupils. The sexy dream you had before must have turned you on so much that you got wet. Jungkook moans and fucks your thigh in desperation. So wet and warm. So warm…

He wants to push inside, but doesn’t dare to. So he lifts his fingers, guiding them to his lips to suck them clean.

The second your taste touches his tongue, Jungkook knows that he is done for. His eyes glow ruby instantly and his fangs are outside within not even a second. He moans deeply, cock ripping through his briefs from the sheer animalistic need he feels. Your thigh is covered in his slick instantly, resulting in his swollen cockhead to slip and slide all over your skin.

He moans, fucking your thigh as if he was already pounding your pussy. He is so turned on. He could cum right here and now if he wanted to. You are so goddamn sweet.

Jungkook sucks his fingers until even the last of your taste is gone. He slips out and moans deeply. His eyes don’t know where to look. Your pussy, your thigh, your tummy, your face, your tits. Your tits. Your nipples are swollen even under the fabric.

Jungkook doesn’t think, he acts. He is too far gone to think. He rips your shirt and exposes your torso to his eyes. Your tits look so pretty when you are lying down and gravity does its perfect job.

“Fuck, baby”, Jungkook whimpers and gathers one side in his spit covered fingers. He lowers himself and sucks your nipple into his mouth.

“Ah”, you moan, arching your back. The scent of your wetness grows stronger in his nose and Jungkook swears that he sucks even harder because of it. He slides up your body, pressing his knee against your soaked pussy.

A whimper slips past your lips. Jungkook soaks up the sound as much as he soaks up the feeling of your wet cunt against his knee. He rubs it into you demandingly, abandoning your wrists to instead gather your other breast as well. Hungry and full of greed, he leaves a sloppy trail of kisses on your chest as he changes sides. Your nipple slips between his fangs and he sucks hard.

“Ah”, you moan, arching your back, “what? Ah! What?”

Jungkook lifts his head. You are awake again. Of course you are. It would have been a surprise if his rough touches hadn’t woken you. Your eyes search for him in the darkness. You look so out of it and confused.

“Don’t be scared”, Jungkook rasps, “I’m taking care of you.”

“I don’t get it, w-what are you doing?”

“You can’t just suck my nipples and expect me to be okay afterwards. I’m so fucking hard, feel it”, Jungkook grinds his huge cock against your thigh, pairing it with his knee grinding into your pussy.

“Kook”, you moan, reaching for his hips.

“No”, Jungkook pins your hands above your head within a second, “stay where you are or I’m tying you up.”

“W-what?” you blink in the darkness, “I don’t understand. What are you doing?”

“Free use. That’s what you called it. Free use. I’m taking what’s promised to me.”

“Oh.”

Jungkook watches in delight as you roll your eyes back sensually. You arch your back off the sheets and throw your head back as best as possible.

“Holy fuck”, you choke out, rubbing your thighs against his legs in a needy attempt to press them together.

“That’s okay with you, right?” he makes sure, “can I make use of it?”

“Yeah, fuck Kook. Yes”, you allow him, opening your legs again as you squirm sensually.

“Good. Wanna exchange safewords?”

“Mhm, snowdrop.”

“Yeah, snowdrop. Fuck, I’m gonna fucking ruin you”, he rasps and lowers his tongue to your body to lick a thick and hungry stripe down your tummy.

You writhe and whimper, allowing it to happen with a racing heart. Like this, he isn’t holding your wrists anymore, but he doesn’t have to. Your body is still droopy enough that keeping your hands above your head is an easy task to do.

It does get harder however when Jungkook buries his tongue between your folds. You expected anything but this.

“Ah! Kook”, you gasp, bucking your hips up.

Jungkook grips them and pins them into the sheets, growling into your pussy as he sends you a warning look. One you can’t see because it’s dark in here and you have your face scrunched up in pleasure.

Jungkook fucks the mattress and moans, changing his grip on your hips to one around your thighs just so he can push them apart and reveal more of your pussy to him. He growls again from the pleasure this brings him, burying his hungry mouth deeper between your folds. He licks eagerly, using the animalistic hunger he feels for you to keep it quick.

“Holy fuck, please don’t stop”, you moan, panting like crazy afterwards.

The thing with Jungkook and oral is that up until two months ago, he was unable to do it with you. He wanted to do it, but his urges were too strong to do it safely. If he had given you head, it would have resulted in him biting you and therefore hurting you. Not anymore. Jungkook has been practicing with you and Yoongi almost every third night. It was the result of one terribly sexy evening where Yoongi tied up Jungkook and then made him eat you out “as practice”.

Ever since then, Jungkook couldn’t get enough. He was insatiable, asking for more practice sessions whenever he gets the chance and fantasising about nothing other than having your pussy under his tongue again and again and again.

Your taste haunts him. It stays with him when he isn’t eating your pussy and it tortures him with its absence until he has to beg for yet another “practice session” in order not to go mad. You are all aware that calling them practice sessions is nothing but a lie. Jungkook found his sweetest drug between your legs and needs it like an addict. He doesn’t want to practice, he wants to get high on you. And you won’t complain. Practicing with Jungkook feels like fucking heaven.

And tonight it seems that he finally had enough of pretending that what he does is nothing but practice. You are alone with each other, no Yoongi or Taehyung to monitor him in sight. This isn’t practice anymore. This is honest sex. The thing he already did every third night under the guise of practicing.

“Don’t stop, please”, you beg, feeling your thighs shake without having any sort of control over it. He is moaning and growling so much that besides the quick licks and strong sucks, Jungkook sends vibrations through your pussy and it’s making staying still impossible.

Jungkook thinks that he still goes a little feral during those moments. That would explain why his cheeks are covered in veins and why his fangs are out. You taste way too good. Jungkook didn’t think that your pussy would taste so good, but she does. He grows feral for your taste and feels withdrawal symptoms whenever he can’t taste you.

More. He needs more.

He buries three of his fingers in your pussy just to pick up your slick and lick it off his fingers. In the current position, his tongue grinds against your clit as he licks and you whimper his name as your hands finally leave their position.

You grab a bundle of his curly hair and twist it. Your other hand slips to your own thigh just so you can grab it in desperation.

Jungkook looks up. Your head is rolled to your side, your pretty tits move each time you pant for air. He wants to touch them and squeeze them and roll your nipples, but he physically can’t bring himself to leave your pussy. Instead, he buries his fingers back in your warmth. Three at a time and covered in his drool. This time around, he does it so he can massage your g-spot as he begins sucking and licking your clit.

You wail and arch your back, kicking the sheets because you can’t handle this feeling otherwise. You dreamed of him before you woke. Like before, you dreamed of having him lie heavy in your hands as you made him cum. It was such an immersive dream until all of a sudden it stopped feeling like a dream and became your reality.

You can’t accept that this is your reality. That Jungkook is eating your pussy as he fingers you roughly. It’s too much for your sleepy brain to comprehend and all you can do is shake and tremble and kick the sheets as your fingers dimple your own thigh.

Jungkook out of all the people is eating you out. After two months of extensive training, you should be used to his techniques, but you really aren’t. You never know what you will get with him. He can be so gentle and slow if he wants to, whilst other times he treats you with such roughness that you want to scream. He is never terrible however. As if giving head comes to him naturally. Like a vampiric purpose he is finally able to fulfil.

Jungkook breaks his lips away from your clit and presses his thumb against it instead. You know what that means, moaning his name loudly as Jungkook drags his heavy tongue up your torso.

Not being able to see what he does, adds excitement to all of this. “Please don’t stop, holy fuck”, you beg, feeling charged in pleasure. He is massaging your g-spot with such precision that there is a constant hot pressure deep inside your pussy. As if you were constantly on the edge of orgasming. You can’t handle it, but don’t want it to stop.

He takes your right nipple between his teeth and tugs hard.

“Fuck", you squeak at the pinch, arching your back.

“I wanna ruin you”, Jungkook growls, “I wanna fucking break you”, he adds and lifts his head, staring down at you with swollen, parted lips. His long fangs glisten behind them, but you can’t see them. You are blind to his current state. The black veins, long fangs, feral hunger in his eyes. You have no idea that it is happening, all you can do is moan and writhe for him.

“Don’t stop, please”, you beg unaware of his confession and slave to his touches.

He speeds up his hand between your legs, fucking your pussy with angry precision.

“Like this, baby? Mhm?”

You squeeze your eyes shut and sob softly. Waving your hands in the air panickedly until finally grabbing your own thighs. Jungkook watches it happening with a throbbing cock.

“Kook, please.”

“So good”, he lulls, drooling on your chest, “shake for me. That’s my girl, shake for me.”

“I’m gonna cum”, you croak and sob, “please don’t stop, please.”

Jungkook doesn’t stop. He keeps going. He is addicted to two things. Your taste and your orgasms. Knowing that he out of all people can make you feel so good that your body has to climax in order to handle it, fills him with a rush of ecstatic pleasure. He wants it to happen anytime you announce it, making it his only goal for the time it takes you to get there.

“I wanna lick you”, he pants, “will this get you there? Can I please lick your pussy?”

“Yeah”, you mewl and sob, writhing under him.

“Fuck. Thank you”, Jungkook moans and disappears between your legs. He replaces his thumb with his tongue, but keeps the speed of his fingers going. With eager curls and fast motions, he fucks your pussy open as his tongue and lips work your swollen clit.��

Your voice breaks and you grow completely silent as you hold your breath. One. Two. Three.

“Meehngn”, you let out in whimpers, now fighting for air in quick pants until it repeats itself again. Silence as you hold your breath and then squeaky sounds as you fight for more air.

Jungkook knows that it’s only a matter of seconds by now. You get terribly non vocal whenever you are close. He fucks the mattress harshly, whimpering into your pussy. To think that he was able to fuck you so much these days that he learned that fact about you. It’s a dream come true. He is so fucking happy!

“No-ohw”, you choke out and break under his tongue. Your legs close around his head, your pussy squeezes his fingers and your clit throbs against his tongue. Your orgasm sits so deep, making you cry out because Jungkook moves just right to turn it from good to spectacular.

You are so turned on and sensitive from the combination of all your dreams and Jungkook’s touches that it doesn’t need a lot for you to convulse to the point where you cover his face in your wetness.

Jungkook moans loudly and cums. He fucks his throbbing cock into the sheets as he shoots cum everywhere. He can handle everything but not drinking your squirt. The smell of it is already enough to make him climax. Your taste is another story. One which make him cum so fucking hard that he feels delirious afterwards.

He keeps his fingers buried in your pussy to feel your rhythmic clenches, but rests his head on your thigh, panting with you as you both recover.

“I’m sorry”, you whisper in a frail voice.

“For what?” he asks in a husky voice.

“I should have warned you.”

“Don’t apologise”, Jungkook clears his throat. Your taste still lingers on his tongue. He feels his head pound because of it, “don’t ever apologise for that.”

“I don’t know what to do”, you confess.

“Why?” he lifts his head, “are you okay?”

“No?” you laugh, “you just ruined me.”

“I told you that I would, didn’t I?”

“Yeah…”

You giggle and you sound so sweet doing it that Jungkook wants to kiss you. He gathers his already recovered strength and kisses a trail up your torso. You gasp and grow softer underneath him. This feels like heaven. To be brought to your breaking point, only to be loved so tenderly afterwards is heaven.

“Koo”, you get out, presenting your neck to him so he can kiss it. He does so with a happy sigh, slipping his fingers out of you to instead caress your waist. It fits so perfect between his fingers and all he really wants to do is cherish it. Neither of you mind that this spreads your wetness all over your skin.

“Thank you”, he whispers, stubbing your jawline with his nose.

“For what?”

“For this experience. I know you talked about free use, but it’s a privilege to be able to touch you, not a right. So thank you.”

You roll your head to look at him. You are looking right past him again. Jungkook smiles because of it.

“I’m happy when you touch me”, you whisper and smile droopily.

Jungkook giggles and kisses your forehead.

“I’m gonna give you so many orgasms on this trip”, he whispers against your skin, “you have no idea.”

You squirm and giggle, wrapping your fingers around his biceps to squeeze them gently.

“Don’t say that.”

“Mhm, no I will”, he whispers and snuggles into you, purring softly as he suckles on your neck to find relaxation.

You sigh, closing your eyes as tranquillity washes over you.

“Did you rip through your briefs?” you ask him now that you feel his softened cock press against your leg.

“Yeah”, he says and chuckles, “I lost it at your taste.”

You snicker, “you have the strongest cock ever, this is impressive.”

“In my defence, my vampire cock kinda has a mind of its own sometimes. I’m still not completely in control.”

“Don’t apologise, it’s hot”, you say and nuzzle into him, “I can’t wait to wake up to it stuffed in me tomorrow, yeah?”

“You’re unfair”, Jungkook mewls, “fuck, now Imma dream of it.”

He makes you laugh, “sorry.”

“So mean”, he mumbles and pouts.

He feels way too drained from his orgasm to feel truly affected by what you just said. You feel too ruined by your orgasm to want him to act on it right now. It still feels nice to tease each other.

Jungkook cuddles into you, closing his arms around you.

“Wanna stay like this forever”, he confesses and sighs happily.

“Me too”, you say, hugging his arm as best as possible.

You drift off to sleep together in this position, smiling because it felt so good to finally be able to love each other without any kind of restraints.

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chion3spid3r · 3 months

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dating prowler miles

pairings : e42!miles x fem!reader

warning : possessiveness, suggestive, suggestive talks, competitiveness, emotional talks

summary : what’s like to be the girlfriend of Miles

wc : 2.2k

a/n : if I did e1610!miles, I need to do e42!miles obviously.

bf!miles who would who will intimidate any man who approaches you with just a glance—a skill honed from years of being street-smart and cautious. One evening, your boyfriend Miles is hanging out with you when a guy you knew said hi. Without hesitation, he shoot the guy a quick, icy stare. Miles, always protective, make the guy run far from the two of you,

"Miles, damn he's my cousin!" Miles looks sheepish for a moment, then can't help but chuckle nervously at the misunderstanding. "My bad, babe. You know I gotta keep you safe though," he says, half-jokingly, knowing your ability to handle yourself but still wanting to look out for you.

bf!miles who would whisper to you spanish sweet nothings. Though Miles projects a tough guy image on the streets, he has an incredibly gentle side that only you get to see. Every night as you lay cuddled up in his arms, he murmurs tender Spanish endearments and flirty phrases in your ear. His voice is deep and soothing, the cadences and lilts of the Spanish words wrapping around you like a warm blanket. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest and the rumbling timbre of his voice lull you into a state of complete security and peace.

bf!miles who would bring you to arcade dates. Miles can be incredibly competitive, especially when it comes to video games. He loves taking you to the local arcade for dates and showing off his gaming prowess. He gets an adorable swell of pride on his face when he's dominating the high scores on his favorite games. One evening, however, you ended up beating not just his high score but his skills overall on the arcade's most popular game. Miles' jaw dropped and he tried to play it cool, insisting he'd never really practiced that game before. But you could see the look of shocked impressed behind his eyes,

bf!miles who would give you late night visits. After his nightly patrols, Miles often finds himself tapping at your bedroom window in the early hours of the morning. He'll slip inside, wearing prowler suit and looking exhausted. For Miles, these quiet, intimate moments are a sanctuary where he can be vulnerable and find comfort and solace after a difficult patrol.

"Sorry for waking you up, ma" he'll murmur contritely, running a hand through his messy braids. But you don't mind at all - in fact, you live for these late night visits. You guide him over to the bed and gently massage the tension from his shoulders and back as he recounts the events of his night.

bf!miles who would let you doing his hair braiding ritual. Miles takes great pride in his thick, braided hair and sees it as part of his identity. However, he only allows you and his mama to touch and style it - a sign of his deep trust.

Some evenings you'll sit on the bed behind him, carefully parting and braiding his hair, though your braiding skills admittedly still need some work. Miles will playfully wince and tease "Damn ma, you tryna rip my whole head off?" when you tug a little too hard on a section. But he remains patient, gently guiding your hands and giving you tips, until eventually the braid is neatly completed.

bf!miles who would never leave you with only a peck, for him, you directly make out. When Miles is feeling that fire for you, he doesn't hold back. His kisses start off soft and sweet but quickly deepen into something passionate and hungry.His intensity and desire for you is palpable and intoxicating.

When you look especially hot to him, he won't let you out. If you try to pull away, breathless, he growls "Stay right there, ma. Can't let you get away when you look that hot." He pulls you flush against his body, roaming hands leaving a trail of heat over your skin.

bf!miles who would discover secret places and bring you to them after he foud hem. In his nightly prowls around the city as the Prowler, Miles has discovered countless hidden gems - tucked away rooftops, winding alleyways, secret urban gardens and more. Whenever you've had a particularly stressful day, he'll surprise you by taking you on an impromptu exploration of these secret spots. Seeing the wonder and forgotten beauty of these places through Miles' perspective reminds you that even in the darkest of times, there's always light and enchantment to be found if you know where to look.

bf!miles who would buy you matching jordans. Both of you love to stunt, especially when it comes to your fresh kicks. One day Miles surprises you with a pair of brand new limited edition Jordans - except there's two pairs, one for each of you. He loves any opportunity to show the world that you're his girl. Rocking those matching kicks together is like a subtle claim staking your status as a couple.

bf!miles who wouldalways be a flirtatious teaser. Miles, before you two became a couple, loved to tease and get a riled reaction out of you. Whether it's mocking your Spanish accent (despite the fact that he has one too) or sneaking up behind you to grip your hips and press himself against you, he's constantly pushing your buttons in that flirtatious way of his. Part admiration, part purely carnal desire, Miles never lets too much time pass without reminding you just how much he wants you.

"You know how Latinas turn me on, ma. And you ain't no exception," he'll murmur in your ear, his voice dropping into that deep, rumbly register that makes you shiver.

bf!miles who would let you makeup him despite his boredom. Miles projects a tough, macho image, so you're surprised when he begrudgingly agrees to let you experiment with makeup on him one day.

As you start applying foundation, he's already fidgeting and groaning. "Ma, you really gotta do that shit?" he protests, flinching when you get too close to his eyes with the brushes.

You laugh at his reaction. "Hold still, tough guy. Don't be such a baby about it."

Miles grumbles under his breath but remains on the bedr, letting out exaggerated sighs and complaints like "This makeup shit is for real uncomfortable" and "How do y'all deal with this every day?"

When you finally get to the false lashes, Miles outright balks. "Oh hell no, there's no way you're putting those spidery things anywhere near my eyes!"

You pout at him until he reluctantly gives in with an eye roll. "Aiight, aiight, just get it over with quick."

As you meticulously apply the faux lashes, Miles stays uncharacteristically still and tense, grousing things like "This better not leave me with no lashes after" and "Not a damn word about this to the guys, a'ight?"

Once it's all done, he examines his made-up look in the mirror, trying to play it cool even as you catch him giving a subtle smile.

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miaoua3 · 30 days

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hey!! popping in to say stay the morning was just 🧎‍♀️perfect. cld i request for some boyfriend ceo cheol hcs? <3 cant get enough of that trope omg.

LOVE UR WORK SM BAE

heya! thank you so much for the nice words! and sure i can, it would be my pleasure🫶

CEO! Seungcheol Boyfriend Headcanons:

• (sfw headcanons)

met you at some fancy dinner that you were accompanying your friend to, literally saw you across the room and couldn’t look away, literally stopped listening to whoever it was that he was talking to, said a brief “excuse me” before he immediately approached you to ask you for your name, the rest is history❤️

boyfriend or a sugar daddy? well- both actually. he literally gets mad if you even dare to think about paying for something with your own money, his black card has its first and foremost place in your wallet so you better be using it

although he indulges in buying you expensive and extravagant presents, cheol is actually all about small actions of affection. randomly ordering you food while you are at work, sending you flowers, tying your shoes when they come undone, holding your hand while you walk down the stairs in heels to make sure you don’t fall-he does it all and does it without even having to think twice about it, that’s how much he loves and adores you

has his kitchen filled to the brim with all the sweets and treats that you absolutely love, you definitely will put on a bit of a healthy relationship weight when you start dating him

never lets you drive to his place, always either picks you up himself or has his driver pick you up, not because he thinks you can’t but because he’d rather not risk it and just because he thinks it isn’t necessary, his princess shouldn’t be doing anything except look pretty and give him tons of kisses❤️

definitely books and pays for all the activities you have always wanted to try like your dream concerts, sky diving (if you are into dying like that lol💀) etc- just anything to make his girl happy

didn’t even ask you to move in officially, he just hung an extra key to your keychains, started insisting that you stay the night (every night actually) and eventually…your place was empty and his place was filled with your things and that made him so so happy❤️

behind the cold and moody persona he puts up as a cover is the clingiest, babiest boyfie seungcheolie ever :(( will text you all the time, asking when you will be back so you can cuddle him, “its been so long since you cuddled him last :(“ (its been 3 hours….)

is absolutely miserable when he has to go away for some business trips, literally counts the days until he comes back home to you❤️

• (nsfw! headcanons)

definitely provider both in and outside the bedroom, he will always put your pleasure first, refuses for his bedroom life to be just something quick and simple, will always spend hours just making love to you until he knows that you are 100% satisfied

LOVES spending his money on lingerie and expensive jewellery for you to wear in bed, he thinks there’s nothing hotter than you clad in red lacy lingerie and with rubies hanging from your ears and neck, he finds it so hot that HE was the one to buy all of that and finds it even hotter that HE is the only one who has the privilege to take it all off (read: rip it all off)

possessive as fuck, is always asking you “who is my good girl?, on nights where he is jealous and feeling pissed might even let the words “who do you belong to?” slip out, but like not in a misogynistic and egotistical way, but more so in a “i can’t live without you in my life so i need you to remind me that you will want to be with me forever :(“ way

doesn’t want to risk it with shower sex because you almost slipped and fell one time and gave him a mini heart attack, bathtub sex however? lets just say he always has to clean up the water that has splashed outside the bathtub while you rode him to the point he saw heaven

not really into bondage but loves to restrict your movement with his hands alone, gets him off knowing he’s strong enough to manhandle you in ways he desires

loves your ass more than anything else in the world, his favourite position is 100% doggy or fucking you in front of a mirror with your back turned towards him so he can see both your face and your ass

big on leaving hickeys all over your body, he just wants to mark what is his so everyone can know to back. the fuck. off. of his girl (loves it when you do it to him too, he just wants the whole world to know that you two are each other’s person, even if it’s because of the hickeys littered all over his collarbones

low-key into voyeurism, likes the danger of being discovered (and getting into a scandal apparently smh bro doesn’t care about his public image he’s just thinking with his dick)

i said it once and i will say it again- my man has a praise kink and that’s the end of it, he just loves reassuring you and praising you how good you are doing and how good of a girl you are being for him, would never call you the b-word, you are his princess, his baby, not…that word :(( (well unless you insist to-)

thats all i got for now😭 hope that you like it! love you mwah💋

#seventeen #svt #svt x reader #fypシ #tumblr fyp #fypage #scoups #choi seungcheol #scoups x reader #svt smut #smut

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How they wake you up in the mornings~

A/N: this is based on them being off duty~~

Warnings: Slight NSFW in Prices, mentions of reader panicking.

Ghosty~

Normally: This man is up at 5am every morning, even off duty. Doesn't matter what time he slept the night before, 1am, 3am, 4am, he's still up. That being said, he won't wake you until later. Wake me up at 5am and I will fight. Unless you asked for him to wake you, he won't. But, if you did, he'd be gentle. Shaking you very lightly, and when your eyes open and focus on him, he's got a soft smile specially for you. He’s so whipped for you.

To be sweet: Simon can be very sweet~ especially once you've broken down his many, hard walls. At first, he would be unsure how to show you he loves you, so he makes you breakfast. I believe he would be a decent cook, and he would try his very best to make your favorite dishes. He would set the tray of food down on the nightstand, with tea of course, and gently start to kiss you awake. He will tickle if you refuse to wake up.

In a emergency: He's already thrown you over his shoulder and out the door before you even woken up- Doesn't matter what the emergency is, you are always his first priority.

To be a pain: Please tell me why I believe this man would just... *flip* the mattress over. Like, he'd place something on the floor so you don't get hurt, but test his patience and well.. you'll end up on the floor. He would make sure you're ok though, he's not that mean.

FOAP~~

Normally: He would always wake you up in a chaotic way. Tickling, dragging you out of bed, wrapping you up in the blanket like a burrito and throwing you over this shoulder, he does it all. He's always very gentle with you, before he attacks you in affection.

To be sweet: Johnny would be the the sweetest. He'd first start off by kissing and cuddling you, then depending on your mood, would order food or cook for you. Mornings like these are his favorite, he's a huge ball of affection and will suffocate you with it. RIP in peace

In an emergency: Oh gosh.. if you have anxiety, good luck. same bestie. He doesn't mean to overreact, but in a situation where your safety is in danger, his brain is empty as he picks you up and runs. He is very apologetic after, and will crush you with his love.

To be a pain: *Scottish music intensifies* For real, if you've still haven't woken up yet and he's having withdrawal symptoms from your smile- he will be the biggest pain. Along with the blaring music, he can, and will, starting singing loudly. He would also open the curtains and hold your hand above your head so you can't block your eyes. Good luck to you, just wake up.

John Price~

Normally: Price is a very busy man. On days when he's in a rush, he'll place a sweet kiss, rubbing your arms affectionately. But if he's home, he'll take his time. Holding you close to him, kissing your face, neck and shoulders.

To be sweet: He's extra needy in the mornings. Wakes you by caressing your body, nipping your ear. Saying soft praises while he thrusts gently into you. Afterwards, he would be super doting. Cooking, running a bath, whatever you need he will get it.

In an emergency: Very calm. It's almost creepy how calm he can be, as he uses his military voice to wake you. You know something has happened at his tone, knowing he rarely uses it with you. He's comforting still, if you're still sleepy, he will pick you up.

To be a pain: *Sighs* you won't need a shower because he's already given you one. If you ignore his warnings to wake up, he'll get a bucket, fill it to the very brim, and dump it on you. Yes, its cold water, yes, he is smiling so smug. Don't even dare to be mad with him, he warned you.

Kyle Gaz Garrick~

Normally: He would be lazy in the mornings, when he's on a mission, he doesn't get the chance to sleep or rest. He always wakes up first, smiling as he cuddles you tight. He kisses you gently until you wake up, whispering in your ear: "Mornin', love." Definitely stays in bed for hours.

To be sweet: Ah hes such a caring boyfriend~ He'd gently kiss you awake, once you've had a little soft make out session, Kyle would grab you like a princess and place you on the couch. He'd make you breakfast while cracking jokes with you. Always compliments you each morning, he finds you heavenly.

In an emergency: Very protective. He would still let you stay asleep as he picks you up and gets you to safety.

To be a pain: Bangs pots and pans together. May or may not eat your favorite food in front of you if you refuse to get out of bed, and when you do leave, he doesn't give you any. (unless you threaten to not kiss him) Or if you're a gamer, he'd tease you by saying: "Love, I'm about to play!" that would get me up so quick-

Alejandro~

Normally: This romantic, smooth man god i want him so bad. He's sweet every morning, bet he would leave the house early to grab you fresh flowers each day. He's just so in love with you. Always has to wake you with kisses, he's holding you so close to his chest. Your bodies are intertwined as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear~

To be sweet: Ugh. He's always sweet, especially in the mornings. But when he's feeling extra affectionate he writes you a love letter. You have a box fulled of them. He has so much love for you that it overflows so he has to write it down. Ale would run a bath for you, lighting candles and adding in your favorite scent. He will join you if you let him. Also needy in the mornings, but now as sweet as Price. who needs legs?

In an emergency: He is so calm when he wakes you, you'd have no idea that something happened. He doesn't want to scare or cause you to panic you so he, gently but quickly, grabs you and leaves. If you do panic, he is quick to calm you, calmly smoothing your back while whispering reassuring words.

To be a pain: I can never see him being a pain. Except for when he hasn't had your affection for a long time and you refuse to wake up. He'd lightly grab your ankle and drag you from the bed. Good luck if you're ticklish, he won't spare you. i can take him-

König~

Normally: At first, he would be hesitant to wake you. Even if you had asked him to, he would still be very anxious. He would also be scared to hurt you, he's a big tall delicious man, in his eyes you are precious. He would start by gently caressing your leg, whispering your name. And when you wake up and smile at him, he swears his heart stops.

To be sweet: He would leave early morning to get your favorite breakfast and snacks. Since he's home, he wants to spend the whole day with you, watching movies and not leaving your side. When he's back, he smiles as he caresses your cheek, his face turning red as he watches you slowly wake up.

In an emergency: Panics. He quickly calms himself and lifts you up with such ease, gently holding you as he runs. He reassures you everything is fine, not wanting to panic you, but he deals with the situation swiftly. There’s not many moments where he can spend with you, and he won’t let anything get in the way.

To be a pain: Never. He's the most sweetest amongst the men here, I can see him never being a pain to you, even if you absolutely refuse to wake up in the mornings.

#modern warfare fluff #ghost x reader #soap x reader #price x reader #gaz x reader #simon ghost riley #alejandro x reader #konig x reader #modern war #modern warfare fanart #modern warfare ghost #modern warfare ii #modern warfare imagine #modern warfare fanfiction #modern warfare headcanons #modern warfare price #modern warfare 2 #cod imagine #call of duty

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s6lars · 9 months

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happy bday bb!!!! i missed you so much i’m so happy i found your account! do you think you could just do a headcanon of how pedri is as a bf! it’s up to you if you want to include smut

⋆ ˚｡⋆ 📂 pedri as a boyfriend …

contains smut, minors dni.

— the meeting.

he was back home in the canaries and met you a house party one of his mates had hosted

it honestly was just an instant connection

he had gone around talking to different ppl throughout the night but the second he started talking to you …

you were the last person he spoke to. bcs he would not speak w anyone else

but after that it was mostly silence, and he was sad bcs he rlly wanted to get closer

when he was back in barcelona, he found out you lived there too

and after some time and a million encouragements from fer

he had the courage to formally ask you out and you two hit it off not long after that

basically, a he fell first & he fell harder moment 🫶🏼

— dating life.

this man is so gentle with you. just so soft spoken, so attentive, so caring

and let’s not forget how clingy he is

you could be doing anything — chores, just scrolling through your phone and he’ll sneak up behind you and bury his face in the crook of your neck

and he wouldn’t say a single word. just dead silent

but that means all he wants is cuddles and you’re more than happy to oblige !

lets you go in his closet and steals whatever you want. genuinely half your closet is just his hoodies and t-shirts now

speaking of his closet, when you first got your hands on it, you were appalled to say the least. but you’ve since gotten it under control and no more ripped skinny jeans it is

in my eyes, pedri’s love language is quality times.

so when he has the time, it’s date night almost every single week ! renting out literally the whole restaurant so it’s more intimate and romantic

when he’s a bit busier, he does it in other ways

he’ll hire a private chef fer to his house, decorate the dining room with flowers

speaking of …

gifts. always. constantly. and spontaneously!

he’ll ask you what you want for your birthday, or christmas, etc — and you always say you don’t want anything. but then a few days later, you’ll get texts like: “gold or silver?” “what size shoe are you?” “do you like clutches or purses more?”

he’s a simple guy, he’s not flashy, and unless it’s for a new phone or a new car he hates splurging. but when it’s with you, then it’s a whole other story.

loveeees showing you off to his family and friends

he’ll run late to lunch with his friends and say something like, “sorry, my girl was too clingy this morning.”

and they’ll all be fake disgusted but he loves it

oh and about pet names

mi mujer — my woman, when addressing you, it’s his go-to.

and bebé for when he’s speaking to you directly

— the launch.

pedri is famous, which means one way or another, the public will have to know about you guys.

pedri is generally a private guy so i think he’ll let it out slowly

which means … soft launch !

it starts with a goal dedication, he makes your initial with his hands and blows a kiss to the camera

and ppl are instantly like whoa. who was that for

and then it picks up

he posts holiday pics and there’s little bits and pieces of you in them

your hair creeping in a mirror selfie, your manicured hands on a steering wheel, your reflection off of a mirror in a restaurant

and now it gets real serious

fans catch him with a girl as his wallpaper but your face is covered by his hand holding the phone

the bomb drops when he posts a pic on his story. it’s a mirror selfie, you’re both dressed up, and you’re the one taking it. he’s standing behind you, one hand across your abdomen.

both your faces are cropped out. still, ppl are like yeah, he has a girl it’s confirmed

finally, he post a whole dump for you, probably for something special like your birthday and he lets the world know he’s yours !

— the spice.

remember when i said pedri was very gentle earlier?

well he can definitely pull a 180 in bed

i see him as more of a switch, and it depends on his mood

at the start of the relationship, when you were navigating what you both enjoyed in bed, you had to guide him a lot

and that’s when you found out he loves being praised, and asking you to praise him

“does that feel good?” “fuck, right there, yeah?” “like this?”

and when he’s not in control he doesn’t shy away from letting you know how good you’re making him feel, always in your ear

ok but let’s get into how he is when he’s in control

generally at first your sex was pretty vanilla, but you were so tired from work one day and just needed to let it all out

and pedri delivered — he had you bent over the couch, and when you thought you were done, he carried you to his room and made you watch in the mirror as you took him

it was unexpected. but not unwelcome

has a thing for when you tug his hair or leaves scratches on his back. it hurts, but it eggs him on further

and if he's really feeling confident, like if he just won a final or scored an important goal, his stamina is quadrupled. you're not stopping until your legs physically give out

always, always makes sure you get aftercare, even if he can barely stay awake himself

even if it's as simple as just getting you something to drink or standing next to you while you're in the bathroom afterwards, he just wants to let you know that he cares about you

gets super cocky the morning after. especially if he sees you limp a bit

you'll tell him off because you'll have to be at work or smth and he'd sit there with a grin and say, "you were the one who kept begging, harder, please—" (you'd throw a pillow in his face before he could continue)

but it's fine, the morning sex makes up for it ♡

#@s6lars #@s6lars: pg8 #football x reader #football imagines #football headcanons #football x y/n #pedri x reader #pedri imagines #pedri x you #pedri fluff #pedri headcanons #pedri smut #pedri angst #pedri x y/n #pedri one shots #pedri scenarios #pedri drabbles

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hell-drabbles · 16 days

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Lucifer 3

Summary: You’re curious about Lucifer’s mouth. So, you ask him to open up. Eventually, you two cuddle.

(More Embittered Companion and Lucifer because he has not exited my mind. Casual intimacy is something I really like.)

Lucifer comes and goes as he pleases, but he always makes sure to knock before coming into your room. It’s become a routine by this point, for Lucifer to come by in the middle of the night, crawl into your bed, and sleep until the morning comes.

It’s pretty much become a thing that brings you comfort. There’s something nice about having someone you actually trust dreaming in the same bed as you. Reminded you of all the times you, Minhyeok and Ra-on would share the same tent back when all of you used to camp every other month or so.

But, that was another routine lost, and one you’re rather sure that you’re not going to get that back.

And here you both are, you sitting up against the bed frame as Lucifer lazily lifted himself up on his elbows. He yawned, jaws wide and tongue flicking over the points of his teeth.

“Can you open your mouth for me?”

You’ve seen his teeth poking past his lips many a time, but you’ve been meaning to take a look at them up close.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, and you expected him to ask why, but instead he rose, leaned his head forward, and let his jaw go slack. He’s more agreeable in the morning, huh?

“Thanks,” you said, tilting his head back with a finger under his chin.

Sharp thing, all of them. Looking ready to sink into delicate flesh all for the purpose of ripping and tearing. His fangs looked eternally dyed in that red color, as though he spent the night feasting on something bloody. But no, he was here with you the entire time.

You tucked strands of his hair behind his ear, and Lucifer lolled his tongue out.

“Put your tongue back in,” you laughed out, lightly flicking the muscle. “I just want to look at your teeth.”

Lucifer blinked at you, almost lovingly as he swirled his tongue once over your nail, then pulled it back in. You think you’re putting him in a mood. His breathing is starting to lean more into panting.

You tilted his chin down, coaxing him to lower his jaw to get a better view of his bottom teeth. You tapped a nail against the front most tooth. The sharp point of it accidentally slipped under, and you flinched when it almost went too far in.

“Ow.” It didn’t hurt, but you couldn’t help the instinct.

Lucifer’s eyes widened and his hands immediately cradle your wrist. He didn’t say anything as he closely examined each of your finger for even a single hint of a cut. He furrowed his brow as his mouth clicked closed.

“I’m not hurt, I just poked your tooth weirdly. Slipped under the nail for a second.” You didn’t stop him from smoothing his palm against your own, as though committing the feeling of your skin to memory. You slipped your fingers between his own, pulled back, and pushed in again. A small habit. It always brings a softer light in Lucifer’s eyes. Something about your hands always gets to him. “Mind if I look again?”

You haven’t even gotten to the red-tipped fangs.

Lucifer had an almost drunk air around him, heavily leaning against his other arm, thoughts probably slow to connect to one another as he focused entirely on you. He crawled forward and pressed a gentle kiss on your inner wrist. His half-lidded eyes practically glowed.

“Well?” You asked with a half-smile. Lucifer lips nipped at your forearm, aiming higher and higher until his face was fully in your shoulder. His body pressed against yours. “I guess that answers that, huh?”

“Mm-hmm.” Lucifer was slowly laying his weight upon you, his legs parting to fully seat himself on your lap.

You snapped the band of his underwear and laughed when he jumped.

“Alright, alright,” you said, brushing away the curling strands of his hair just to get a better look at the flush on his cheeks. He fully buried himself in your neck, arms loosely wrapping around you. “Guess we’re cuddling.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Shame. You were hoping to have a walk in the early morning, when there wasn’t a crowd of devils gathering in the park you found.

“Want to use my leg to take care of that morning wood of yours?”

He snuggled deeper into your body. “Mm-hmm. In a bit.”

He really doesn’t understand how cute he is.

#whb #what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad #hell-drabbles #hell-drabbles exclusive #drabble #paradise lost #lucifer #reader insert #embittered companion au

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beeissimping · 3 months

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ARGENTHILL HCS!!!

this totally hasn't been rotting in my head for weeks now wdym.

-Boothill can't feel anything anywhere except his face, Argenti is fully aware of that and makes sure to always give Boothill kisses all over his face and touch his face. stuff like that.

-Whenever Argenti feels under the weather, Boothill always lets him play with his hair. Argenti often braids it, the repeated motion helps him feel calm but every now and again Argenti will try some weird hairstyle he saw on the internet, the result isn't always perfect but Boothill make sure to keep his hair like that until it falls apart or gets really tangled.

-Boothill also sometimes falls asleep while Argenti plays with his hair. when that happens, Argenti will take some photos of the cowboy and show it to him when he wakes up while claiming how "cute" and "calm" the other looks while he's sleeping.

-Boothill can't shower. his body is water resistant, to water proof and because of that he can't really be in a shower for too long or wash his hair properly. because of that, Argenti has started taking long baths, during those baths, Boothill usually sits on the floor next to the bathtub with his head tilted backwards so Argenti can wash his hair.

-Whenever Argenti washed Boothill's hair, he makes sure to use things that will not only keep his hair clean and silky, but also will smell the most like him and act as a reminder that Argenti is always by Boothill's side.

-They're both yappers. they can talk with each other for hours and never get bored or run out of things to talk about.

-Argenti love cuddles, whether it be a little snuggle on the couch or cuddling each other to sleep, Argenti will take any opportunity to get close and lay his head on his partner.

-When they cuddle at night, Boothill enjoys being hugged by Argenti and having his head close to his chest. that way, he doesn't feel like his hard, metal body is bothering Argenti . He also likes being able to hear Argenti's heartbeat and breathing, a reminder that he's alive and will continue to live as long as Boothill is by his side.

-In the rare occasion where Boothill gets to hug Argenti as they cuddle, Boothill loves how Argenti's hair tickles his face.

-Argenti is not a morning person at all. when he wakes up his hair is extremely messy and is oddly very curly and it takes him a while to brush it. sometimes when he's too tired or just has a rough morning, Boothill offers to do it for him, although when he brushes Argenti's hair it takes wayyyyy longer because he is trying his best not to get any of Argenti's hair strands stuck in his finger joints or accidently rip some hair out.

-(inspired by @kandavers check out their stuff, super cool) Boothill has really bad facial recognition. usually when he's out and about he'll easily be able to recognize Argenti, but when Argenti wakes up with his hair all ruffled and his face all puffy and tired from sleep, he has to double check that he didn't accidently fall asleep next to a stranger.

this was way longer then I expected and took wayy to long to type out.

(hey! psst... there's some more NSFW hcs under the cut, nothing too spicy but just stuff that some people may not want to see)

-They're both switches, no matter who's on top, they always focus on making the other one feel great before taking into account their own pleasure. (don't ask me how Boothill's d!ck works, it just does)

-Argenti bruises really easily. because of that, whenever Boothill has the chance he bites of sucks at Argenti's skin, he doesn't go to hard though because he knows that even a gentle nibble would leave a mark for a while.

-When Boothill is on the bottom, he makes sure to claw at Argenti's back real good, afterwards, he soothes the pain with the cold metal touch of his fingers and body (big spoon Boothill)

-it can vibrate. you know what I mean.

-aftercare is extremely important to Boothill. he wants to make sure that Argenti is not only feeling good during it, but after it too. he wants to make sure he didn't hurt him too much and take care of every little mark that he left on Argenti.

-If it didn't sound so fudging stupid, Boothill would talk dirty to Argenti all the time. whenever he tries (y'know getting into the moment and forgetting about his synesthesia beacon) it earns them both a good laugh.

-Argenti's a beast in bed. Boothill was shocked when Argenti took the lead the first time, and he said things that made Boothill blush (and a bit hard) just by thinking about them.

-hair pulling. I will not elaborate

#this is way longer than I thought it'll be #can you tell they're rotting in my brain?#can you tell how sick they make me?#im so normal about them idk what you mean #argenthill #argenti x boothill #guns n roses hsr #hsr argenti #hsr boothill #honkai star rail #bootgenti #argenthill hcs #headcanon #my headcanons #I LOVE THEM SM #IM SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS SHIP #TOTALLY

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sidekick-hero · 8 months

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When he was a little boy, Steve thought love was pretty simple.

Love meant living in the same house, eating together, and saying good morning and good night to each other every day.

Love meant sharing a life.

Only later did love become something complicated, a rose with thorns that made you bleed if you weren't careful.

Suddenly, love meant facing monsters and clinging to normalcy by the skin of one's teeth.

Love meant pretending he didn’t feel her slip away, every day a little bit more.

Love meant watching her walk away with another boy and trying to be fine with it because there were worse things than a broken heart.

Love meant letting go.

Steve had learned a lot about love since he was that little boy, and he had found that while love was all of those things, it was also so much more.

It was secrets shared on bathroom floors. It was running into danger, again and again, so they didn’t have to. It was fighting tooth and nail to get back to them because he knew he was more to them than just his body shielding them. It was the endless days and nights spent in a hospital, watching over them and promising any God or demon who was listening that he’d do anything if they just made it through another day.

Love wasn’t soft. It had teeth and claws, and one day it would rip him apart.

In the end, it was Eddie Munson who reminded Steve that love could be tender. It could be feather-light kisses and hands running through his hair until he fell back asleep after a nightmare. It could be the sound of an acoustic guitar playing his favorite song or the smell of cinnamon buns after a long day at work.

Love could be in the way their bodies touched from head to toe, every inch of their skin fusing together until there was no way to tell where Steve ended and Eddie began.

It felt as if it had been hours now since Eddie had laid him down on the bed to take him apart. First with calloused fingertips dancing over his body to the shared rhythm of their hearts, slow and sure, and then with lips singing their song to every mole and beauty mark decorating his body.

He could feel the way Eddie loved him in the way their sweat mingled on their bodies and in the way Eddie's heart beat against his chest as if it wanted to break through his rib cage and wrap around Steve's own.

Eddie kissed his tender affection against Steve's forehead, his nose, his eyelids, his lips. He licked his love into Steve's mouth, feeding his devotion with an eager tongue and swallowing Steve's in return.

Their love could be found on the edge of too much and never enough, teetering on it but not willing to fall over just yet.

"I love you," Steve gasped, and Eddie kissed him as they both finally went over the edge, together.

#steddie #steddie drabble #steddie fanfiction #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddielovemonth #steddiemicrofic #my writing #day 2

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kazutora-kurokawa · 5 months

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JEALOUS BD HAKKAI! AHHDHWWSSGS HE IS SO...

Jealous!Black Dragons!Hakkai x Reader

♡ NSFW, fem reader, wife!reader, reader flirts with Koko and Inui and Hakkai ain't having it, rough sex, overstimulation + orgasm denial, soft!Kai at the end ♡

note: he really is just 😮‍💨 thanks for requesting anon

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💙 Black Dragons!Hakkai who genuinely starts tweaking when he sees you talking to Kokonoi and Inui, the way you're laughing at their jokes and softly hitting their shoulders pisses him off to no end

💙 Black Dragons!Hakkai who drags you out of the Black Dragons hideout and slaps your ass as you get in his car

💙 Black Dragons!Hakkai who teases your pussy while he drives, mercilessly rubbing and pressing down on your clit while you squirm in the passenger seat

💙 Black Dragons!Hakkai who tosses you on the bed and rips all your clothes off, he bought them anyway so who cares?

💙 Black Dragons!Hakkai who fucks you like he hates your guts and stops every time you're about to cum

💙 Black Dragons!Hakkai who spends all night overstimulating you and laughs when you start crying and whining for him to let you cum

💙 Black Dragons!Hakkai who finally lets you cum in the early hours of the morning, gripping your hips gently and rubbing circles on your sides

💙 Black Dragons!Hakkai who plants kisses all over your face before pulling out and cleaning you up

💙 Black Dragons!Hakkai who skips work just to cuddle you all day

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@arlerts-angel @i-literally-cant-with-this @trevengersprincess @giugiette @katkusuo @happy-trenchcoated-impala @drunkcheesecake @darkstarlight82 @reiners-milkbiddies @manji-hoe

#tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #hakkai smut #hakkai x reader #hakkai headcanons #he could do whatever he wants to me #swear to god he's just *chef's kiss* 🤌🏽💋#my inbox is filled to the brim... unlike me 😭🫠#nah but fr my inbox is so full right now lol

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txtmetonight · 10 months

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Pouty Lips

call summary ⋆ ★ When sleepy, pouty lips gain a bit of attraction

pairing *. * Ot8 x Fem! Reader

genre⋆ ★ Fluff, Angst with comfort (Han's)

warnings *. * Crude language, Drinking, Fighting (Han), Petnames, Grammar

call duration⋆ ★ 4.4k

a/n*. * Thought of this when my lips were a bit swollen from sleeping in longer than I should've. Also didn't realize that the scenarios get longer as you read for each person until I was done writing. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

taglist ⋆ ★ @kflixnet

Chan · • . ° .

Sunlight was now deemed your biggest rival, though Chan thought the exact opposite. Whereas the blinding light was on a mission to wake you up, ripping you from your slumber, the same sunlight always cast a heavenly glow on you, and every morning it was Chan’s fulfillment to wake up before you to watch you glow, oh so beautifully.

He thought you were the most prettiest person he’d ever lay sight on, and God forbid him to ever miss the sight where you were so stunningly ethereal that it hurt. When his eyes fluttered open, he found you in his arms, wound to him as close as you could get. Chan’s mouth curls into a gentle smile as he traces his fingers against your face; your forehead then to your nose, to your cheeks, and then back to your nose before he drags his fingers over your lips.

Plump from the previous night and gathered into a pout, a strong pull forces him to softly connect his own lips with yours, noses brushing with each other before he peppers a couple of more. The way that he felt with you was mind-shattering and gut-wrenching, and with full honesty, he thought he was about to die...because he just loved you so much.

“Channie you’re worse than the damn sun” You whine, yet you cuddle right back into him, savoring the kisses he planted. “Really? Then you don’t want any more of my kisses?” You shoot your eyes open, trying to get used to the brightness as you shake your head, mumbling into his jaw. “You know what I mean...keep kissing me loser” He chuckles at your words while he raises your chin up to pucker your lips.

“You’re so cute, I think you’re doing something to my heart!” He locks lips with you once more, and this time he deepens the kiss, your fingers snaking through his hair, gently pulling on it. His hands slip under your nightwear to dig into your bare skin, pulling back when oxygen is needed. Chan’s soft touches slip you back into a world where it is just you two. Where you felt yourself melt into him, so mushy and soft.

“One more” You pout, and he just couldn’t say no.

Minho · • . ° .

“The cat looks just like Dori, No?”

But when you don’t respond, he looks down right at you, smiling at what he found. You’ve fallen asleep in his lap during the second round of the movie night, exhausted from the first after all your saved-up energy was wasted in hiding under the covers when the suspense got too intense, or flinching when the scene directed a jump scare.

So, Minho wasn’t quite surprised when he found you softly snoring against his neck, arms wrapped tightly around him. He softly brushes his hair out of your face, heart becoming full when he notices you chase after his warmth, shoving your cheek into his collarbone, having him giggle at how cute you are. Moments like this were always rare, due to his extremely hectic schedule, but when the time comes, and he’s trapped in your spangled web of love, the concept of a clock becomes unknown.

Sinking into a small sigh, he lowers the volume of the TV before he while himself getting tired, not that it was hard when your warmth engulfed him whole. Eyes blinking slowly, he yawns into your shoulder, absolutely enamored with you. You were just so kind and angelic, there’s not a moment that passes by where he wonders if you were truly a gift of God.

Because what did he do in his past life to have you?

Minho indulges in his own desires as he takes small selfish peeks at you, each time his eyes waver back to his face, they land on a different feature, a fun game that he likes to play with you. But when his vision gazes onto your lips, he’s a goner. It seems though that biting your lip throughout that movie had swollen them red and pink. He doesn’t dare to blink, but he does decide to lean closer to nuzzle your head, before he lands a long-lasting peck on the corners of your lips.

And right as he was about to do it again, he catches something; your lips had just twitched into a smile! Grinning brightly, he pokes at your cheeks and pulls you closer, landing kisses over kisses onto your lips, unable to hold himself back.

“You sly fox, you were awake this whole time!”

You start laughing into his desperate kisses, nodding and he really wishes that this moment could last forever.

Changbin · • . ° .

Blearily blinking your eyes, you yawn into your arms as you check the time, grumbling when you notice how late it has...and yet your boyfriend is still not here! With a chaste kiss to the cheeks, and lengthy hug because you didn’t want to let go, he promised that he wouldn’t stay too late at the gym again, that he would be right back in time for your home-cooked meals.

But as the time shows, his deadline expired thirty mins ago. It wasn’t that you were mad at him, nor were you in the ever so slightest disappointed, you just wanted your boyfriend by your side, where he didn’t overwork himself but rather sunk in the presence of comfort.

You knew him too well to know that he ached everywhere from head to toe, and he truly deserved a break, but it seems though that he doesn’t think the same. So, after many days of intricate planning, you had an amazing fool-proof plan!

You were just going to have him under your hold, refusing to let him go until he gave up!

Yet your eyes were starting to droop, and you felt yourself blank out several times with your head slowly swaying to an unknown beat. And before you know it, you’re knocked out cold and snoring, head slightly tilted to the side uncomfortably from the way you positioned yourself on the couch.

Sniffling in your sleep, you don’t notice the door slowly opening, creaking in its wake to let a very familiar person in, his eyes slightly enlarged when he catches a glimpse of you. Changbin as tired as he was, cracks a very small smile, electric buzzing shocking his veins alive. Even with hands splayed everywhere messily and your neck craned weirdly, he still knows that you’re the most beautiful person in this whole world.

He takes gentle steps, careful enough to not make a peep but he can’t help but gasp at you, leaving him quite breathless. Getting down on his knees, he kneels near your face while he slowly rubs your cheeks, while his eyes don’t leave your lips.

He shuts his lids and as though it was written in his blood, he leans forward and places a small kiss on your lips. And immediately you stir awake, subconsciously reciprocating it back to him, mumbling into the kiss.

“You stink Binnie, go take a shower!”

“I told you not to stay awake for me! Ho–hum guess I have to stay home tomorrow, for my tired baby” He laughs, before picking you up and taking your giggling figure into the bathroom with him.

Your plan had worked...in a way.

Hyunjin · • . ° .

When Hyunjin told you that you were his muse; his one and only, and the one that he wanted to draw for the rest of his life, you thought you were lucky. But now, you really preferred sleep and he was certainly not making it easy. His sharp eyes were trained on the canvas for a while, littered with the many colors of you, painting your personality and his whole heart onto the white space.

From the way that your lips quirked, or the way that your hair nestled on your forehead or even the slightest scrunch of your nose, he was unable to find a flaw in you. You were so lovely inside and out, and that’s why he fell in love with you the moment his eyes landed on yours in the quiet library, the music he was blasting through his headphones suddenly tuned out, because God you were so romantic and dazzling. And when he asked you right there and there to model for him, he knew that he was blowing in the right direction that his heart was pulling him towards.

His eyes drift upwards towards your own eyelids, ready to feature one of his favorite parts of you, but he finds them closed, barely even fluttering when the wind from the opening window slowly brushes a strand for you. Lips slacked open a little, and pouty from the way that you kept it when you quietly sulked to him that you were tired of being still, he thinks you look perfect.

Looking back to his canvas, he lovingly cuts through the paint with his small brush, capturing every detail of you perfectly. The sun outside beams at the fullness of hearts, one sleeping and the other admiring, it could stay out here forever, peeking through the beige curtains, watching the two lovers. Hyunjin stalks forward, and faintly bends down to your level, studying your lips.

"You're so pretty, babe,” He sighs before landing a kiss on you, knowing that you couldn’t hear him, rather too lost in your dreams to comprehend. Hyunjin wonders if you were dreaming about him? He stares at you, remembering a night when he was scrolling though his phone and a small video popped up, explaining that almost every person has three to four dreams at night, but you wake up amnesiac and forget them. It was so intriguing that he went as far as to even search it up, and it was true!

And even though he forgets his dreams, he knows that every single nightly dream was about you. Kissing you so sweetly just like he liked, holding you close to him, protecting you from everything evil.

Taking another look at you, he takes another swig at your lips, and he happily hums when you grin against him, tugging him forward by his hair, and he really figures that he should really paint him kissing you next, because honestly–you look best with your lips against his.

Jisung · • . ° .

Arguments weren’t actually that rare–they were more pitiful and stupid and were resolved in a few minutes if both parties tried hard enough. And for you, Han was always a little less stubborn, a little less demanding, and likewise from your side. But today was long and tiring, and he wasn’t sure if his mental and physical capability could even hold him up anymore.

So, when he walked in through the wooden door, trudging with rocks in his shoes like the previous nights, you were partly sure that this night was going to be eventfully bad, more so than the others. You rush to his side, take his heavy bag away from him, and close the door right behind him. You kiss his jaw and expect him to come to dinner, maybe you could even run him a warm bubble bath and join him, he had always liked that, but he decides to have different plans.

Han instead slumps towards the guest bedroom, leaving you behind in your apron with you calling his name. You were calm, you had to be, you weren’t scared of him (you scoffed at the thought), and you keep note that whatever he screamed at you doesn’t mean anything and never will.

But how far could you take his words to heart, before the organ explodes?

He didn’t mean to call you the worst girlfriend ever, he didn’t mean to compare you to his past exes, deeming them better when you both know that you’re the only one he’s ever had a healthy romantic relationship with, and he definitely didn’t mean to say that he didn’t love you and that he was going to leave soon enough.

The words puncture and deflate him internally right when your fleeting tears leave the doorway, letting the silence consume him whole. He winces at your shared bedroom softly close, and he thinks he would’ve felt a tad bit better if you had violently snapped it in your wake.

He wasn’t sure what to do now, but he was sure that you were going to leave him. And fuck he really didn’t want that. You were his oxygen, his blood, his light, food, water, home, everything. But he also knew that you adored space as much as he did, and he respected that. Yet his fingers ache to reach out to you, pretty quickly, and after much thought, he fulfills his wishes.

Pressing his ear against the door, his heart drops when he doesn’t hear a thing. Maybe you had left him for good, and it doesn’t blame you in the slightest, his mood had been sour for a while but you’ve been so good for him, when you shouldn’t have. Perhaps, enough was enough for you. Wet pearls track down his face, heart hammering heavily in his chest almost like a drum roll, preparing him for his worst.

But the unfavorable doesn’t come...because you’re still there, swaddled in a baby blue blanket, turned the other way. “(Y/n)” He softly calls, trying not to eat chew on his hand while sobbing into it. You don’t answer him, and he takes it that you’re probably ignoring him. But as he comes closer, he notices the deep breathing and your small snores

You were sleeping.

Smiling sadly, he perches on the floor, placing his arm in the small space on the bed, near your chest. He drinks in your features before he leans forward placing a lasting kiss on your puffy lips, tears rolling down even more. He slowly wipes away your tracks, tracing your eyes. He places his lips on yours again, closing his eyes, chuckling. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean any of that. I can leave if you’d like. You’re probably tired of me”

“I’m not tired. Please don’t leave”

He flinches in shock, eyes fluttering close once more when you angle your head closer, leaving your lips on his, both darlings pouring their words into that one kiss.

Felix · • . ° .

You were caught by your own reflection watching another fan cam of your boyfriend, cans of your favorite beer littering the couch. You ashamedly stare at yourself through the dark TV screen, hair a mess and cheeks flushed red from consuming a bit too much alcohol to label yourself as tipsy but a little less than blackout drunk. Waving your arms in front of you to clear the haze, your eyes are directed to the video finally playing, and your heart stomach drops achingly, and your brain swims around and around.

His kind eyes, perky smile, gorgeous freckles, calloused hands, warmth, love, and home, you missed all of him. Yet unfortunately, it was going to be a long while before you could be coddled in his arms and touch him how you want to. You finally find the courage to head to bed, stumbling while you clean up the place, knowing that you don’t want to wake up to a disaster.

Your hands wringing as they push down the recliner, you fight with yourself only to give in and go to the freezer to grab another can, taking it to bed with you, unaware that the love of your life was just a mere hour away from you.

“Slow down mate, you’ll be with her soon enough!”

The man on the phone blares but Felix pays no mind, rather speeding up his long legs and taking far strides. The airport was mild with the presence of people, most likely because it was currently exactly two hours past midnight. He meant to be home earlier, catch you earlier, and surprise you earlier while the other boys relaxed in Los Angeles for a few nights more.

But the flight was delayed, and he was seated on the plane, later than he expected, excitement thriving well and alive. With two suitcases (one of them being dedicated entirely to your gifts) rolling behind him, he scurries, attracting attention from the stray onlookers. A part of him hopes that you are still awake, and the other hopes not, then obviously your beauty sleep comes before him, not that you needed it, you were already so stunning.

The last few months were hard, and all he craves is you. He misses the way that your touch makes him feel safe, the way that your smile lights up the whole room, your drunken confessions to him, and most importantly of all he just misses you, period.

Whipped as he was, he’s been staying awake for a while, imagining what he would do when he came back to you, his darling girlfriend. He was going to shower with kisses, join you in the shower, finally get a good night’s rest with you, and then not let you out of his arm's length, to make up for lost time of course.

Without knowing it, he finds himself seated in the familiar black company car, and his heart flutters amidst its beating, a smile curling up his face when he soon realizes the landscape around him blends into a more comfortable one. The one that he knew from the back of his hand, where he could run home with his eyes closed, and oh his lungs stutter as a very homely driveway comes into view. Like a zombie that’s obsessed with you, he clasps his luggage and dazedly walks home.

Where you would be. In your pajamas. And curled up in a soft blanket. For a second, he lets his fingers run themselves over the lock of the door, incapable of thinking about anything other than you. And finally, he inserts the metal key and lets himself in, eyes immediately crinkling at such a warming feeling that blossoms in his chest.

His eyes dart over the place, picture to picture of you two, and then to the clock, where it strikes three. Your boyfriend wastes no time closing the door softly behind him so he can stalk to your shared room, where he could find you, doing exactly as he pictured– except you look where better than he could imagine.

It seems though that you’ve passed out while drinking, an unfinished bottle near the bed stand (that he takes a little more than a few sips of). Slightly bending, his eyes cross your entire face, just silently admiring you before they get glued to your ravenous lips that were swollen.

Leaning closer, he places a long and deepening kiss, falling into a space where you are occupied. The place in his brain that was filled with you. Taking your cheeks, he pulls you closer and gives into the temptation of giving you another kiss, which slowly spreads around your face, and this time you wake up, eyes blinking hazily.

“Felix?”

“I’m back home, sweetheart”

Seungmin · • . ° .

He knew that it was a bad idea to dance in the rain with you. But he seriously couldn’t say no to your enlarged eyes, and your puckered lips, when you relentlessly begged. And as much as he would hate to admit it, the scene was so intimate.

With you in his arms, cold and soaked but emitting such a large amount of warmth, he wanted you forever, to spend his every last moment. He wished to keep you in his pocket, and every time he ponders upon it, his heart clenches in adoration.

You were just so adorably cute, everything you did was heart-wrenching. But of course, the fun never really lasted for long, because the next day, you were awoken with an angry fever flushing through your body and a heavy nose.

The aching through your body had penetrated your unconscious form as your groaning awakens the man next to you, his nose scrunching when he nuzzles into your neck, only to find it steaming hot. With sweat dampening on your face, your expression pulled into one of discomfort, it doesn’t take your boyfriend long to realize that you were sick–or rather the beginning of the illness.

Gentle hands, trace down your cheeks, dragging them to your chin which he takes into the pink of his fingers, his palm trying to shake you awake. Your cheeks were flushed from the heat that you were emitting, and Seungmin hated how easily you made him feel like he was back in Middle School again, watching you from afar, unable to look away. But now he has you in his arms and he grows a little sentimental at that, at how much you two have grown together, individually and with each other.

“Hey love, you’re running a fever” He whispers into your ear, successfully waking you while you turn over to capture his warmth, shivering against him. “I should’ve listened to you, you were right” You whimper, quietly begging him to not get up so he could get a few pills that could break your fever overnight, but he just giggles and stands up anyway, returning with the said medicine and a cup of water.

“I’m always right” You nod at his words, and he ponders if you even wrapped your pretty head around what he just said to you, but you were just so out of it, that you practically fell asleep sitting up (he coos a little)! Slipping the water into your mouth, he scolds you for acting like a baby, but he’s the one who slowly tucks you into bed again, letting you wrap yourself around him for your own comfort.

The night falls silent again and he’s left alone with his own thoughts again which are now occupied with various questions about you and that nasty sickness. Should he take a few days off to treat you? Yes, of course! Will it be spicy chicken soup for dinner tomorrow? Only if you want it.

Should he kiss you right now and potentially get sick with, you just because you just look so cute and he has to hold himself back, so he doesn’t take a fat bite out of your cheeks? The only acceptable answer would be, absolutely!

After all, it wouldn’t matter now, you were already all over him. Brushing his hands over your hair, he pulls him closer to your lips and places a sweetly dizzying kiss on your lips, taking all of you in, not letting you stir awake.

You were just so perfect even in your physically worst state. He places another and then another smooch over your supple mouth, nipping at your cheeks once in a while, slowly lulling him to sleep.

The next morning, his nose was stuffed, and his throat felt dry, but with you being the first person he sees when he opens his eyes–he might as feel cured.

Jeongin · • . ° .

He thinks that you’re the most gorgeous person he’s ever laid sights on. Even in your sweats and a worn-out t-shirt that he’s sure is his (it looks better on you anyway), you’re still shining like a star.

Yet you’re drunk right now, so you are personally not very sure about his claims, but he purely disagrees with you as he’s by your side, trying to stabilize you. A night out with your friends was the cause of your current situation, all wobbly and seeing dashing quarks that were filled with a multitude of bright colors.

Or maybe you were just seeing the pure, raw affection of love that you two shared. Being with Jeongin has always been colorful, bright, and wonderful. Every day with him felt like a dream that every so often, you would have to pinch yourself to make sure that you weren’t actually confined in the depths of your delusions. But as of now, you’re trapped under the heavy influence of alcohol that’s making you run into stop signs, wave hello’s to pass trees, and ask Jeongin if the moon was just a ball of cheese, all while he just giggled at you, his heart about to burst.

Teeth unable to stop clicking, you just ramble and ramble on with a nonsensical whim. Jeongin watches you endearingly, his palm ghosting over your waist, eyes looking at you with so much passion. An elderly couple strays not too far away from you two, both smiling at the heartfelt moment. With flickering lights above and the moon’s forgiving light beaming down as a spotlight, they stare at the worship that Jeongin held for you.

The love that he radiated towards you, his one and only sweetheart, could be felt streets down, as cats meow at the warmth and birds suddenly chirp at the two heartthrobs. And even through all that commotion on a silent street, all he could pay attention to was you. His stomach churns so clumsily and his heartbeat quickens when he thinks about how much you trust him to be by your side. How much you place yourself in the care of him as you physically lose yourself.

“Innie, I’m so tired!” You stomp like a grumpy child, leaning your head against his shoulder, slowly swaying to whatever hum you were breathing out. He wasn’t a man of words, preferring to speak using his actions so he does what he thinks is best without moving his mouth; he picks you up bridal style.

Gasping into his fit chest, it doesn’t take long for you to slowly daze to sleep, eyes fluttering close to the rhythm of his heartbeat. With you now in his arms, it doesn’t take long for him to maneuver both you and him home, accompanied by a few kisses to your face. Walking up the long winding steps and into your shared bedroom, he plops you down before he flops on, snuggling into your body as tightly as he can.

His mouth gaped open in relaxation, your fingers in his hair and softly scratching at his scalp (you must’ve woken up a bit earlier) but your eyes were still closed, enjoying the fullness of this moment. Slowly and steadily, you fall back into a rhythm of peace, while Jeongin finally lets himself take you in whole, sharp eyes following each dip in your face.

He sprinkles tiny kisses on your jaw and pulls himself up to your nose which he bites jokingly. And then he finally indulges in your lips, flushed and full when he leans down and captures you into one of his favorite pastimes; kissing you. But this time it’s more gentle and mushy, careful enough to not wake you up.

“My baby” He whines, smiling against you.

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gyeomsweetgyeom · 1 year

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[8:02 pm]

(cw: very brief and vague mention of reader being naked)

One of your favorite things about Jaemin was how affectionate he was. Without a doubt every morning you'd be greeted with a kiss placed on your cheek and every night you'd go to sleep with his lips pressed to your forehead. It was very rare that you'd leave the house and not have him touching you in some way, hand holding, hand in your pocket, arm around your shoulder- something.

There were times that occurred very rarely where the affection turned the slightest bit... clingy. You'd never tell him but not having your own personal space could be overwhelming. Today was one of those days where the only alone time you'd had all day was earlier in the morning when you were brushing your teeth.

Right now you were trying to extract yourself from Jaemin's arms to get in the shower, he was whining, "I can join you."

"I won't even be long and you're watching your show," you reasoned.

"Jaemin," you whined exasperatedly, "please, my love. It won't take longer than 15 minutes."

He mumbled something about that being too long and his arms dropped, he was preparing to get down and beg you not to leave his side, but you used that opportunity to run to the bathroom.

You took a relieved breath standing under the warm stream of water. You were washing your hair when all of a sudden you heard, "Aren't you almost out of shampoo? Should I add it to the list?"

You froze, eyes snapping open. You peeked out from behind the shower curtain, catching sight of Jaemin sitting on the toilet with his phone out. He looked up and smiled brightly at you, "Did you like this scent or do you want to go back to your usual? I really like this one, but I like the old one too."

You took a deep breath to calm your heightened feelings of annoyance, "Jaemin, can I please have my shower time to myself?"

You probably shouldn't have been surprised, the longer your relationship went, the less personal time you'd have. This wasn't the first time he had decided to join your shower time without actually joining you in the shower. Sometimes he would sit on the counter or the toilet and ask you about work or gossip with you. You usually wouldn't mind, but today you were hoping for a simple shower alone.

Jaemin cried, "Do you hate me?! Is that what it is?!"

You laughed out loud before you could stop yourself, "Jaemin, why would I hate you?"

His head peeks into the shower and his eyes meet yours immediately. He's not even phased with your body being completely bare in front of him, and you love it. "Well, you ran away from me and you're depriving me of my cuddle time."

You place your hands on your hips, and raise an eyebrow at him, "Your cuddle time has been going on for over 10 hours now just today. Yesterday was another 14 hours, and that's not even including when we were asleep. As much as I love you, I need space to myself sometimes."

Jaemin clutched his chest dramatically, "Oh my god, my heart has just been ripped out of my chest and stomped all over my a crowd of people."

"Can you leave me now?" You asked softly, not wanting to hurt his feelings.

"Of course, baby," he answered quickly. He leaned further into the shower and placed a kiss on your mouth, not even bothered by the fact that he was getting wet.

You heard the door open and then, "I'm actually glad you're showering. I didn't want to say anything, but you were starting to get a little stinky."

"Get out!" You yelled.

"I love you!"

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slvt4em1lyprenti2s · 17 days

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heyy could you do a renee rapp or Regina george x reader? Any genre is ok! Thank you!

OFC ANON!

my masterlist!

Slow mornings

Summary: A slow morning, and just reader and Reneé being all domestic. Tooth rotting fluff!

Word count: 667 (SORRY ITS SHORT!!)

TW: kissing, I think that’s it?

Pairing: Reneé Rapp x fem!reader

A/N: Hey so I’m kind getting back into writing, going to try keep going with all my requests I get sent and try keep going with my emily series!! Hope you enjoy!

Reader pov:

The chilly autumn breeze floats through the windows and parts the curtains for a few seconds, the sun peaking through as it does so. My hands come up to my eyes to shield them from the golden sun beating down on me and Reneé through the thin gap.

I turn around after feeling her arms around me like usual, and burry myself into her chest, making myself at home. I let out a relaxed breath as I feel her stir. I attempt to stay still in hopes of not waking her but her eyelids pry themselves open anyway. Her blue eyes find my own and a tired smile graces her face.

“Good morning” Her tired voice croaks, the sound bouncing off the walls, sending shivers down me. She could never not be gorgeous.

“Morning, love” I say back, tilting my head up to be more in her eyeline. She takes this opportunity to capture my lips in hers, moving against each other softly, gently pouring every ounce of love we could muster at this early hour into the kiss. She pulls back and cups my face in her hand, rubbing soothing circles over my cheek and smiling softly.

“I love you” The words tumble drowsily out my mouth before I could stop them. But her smiles grows fonder nonetheless.

“I love you too baby” The replies falls upon my ears as I place my head back in her chest, now enjoying the warmth of the sun on us rather than being annoyed it disrupted my sleep. Our legs tangle together and it’s hard to see where she starts and I end.

Her hands draw mindless patterns over my side as I begin to feel my eyes close again. I know I shouldn’t go back to sleep but who can resist when in my position? Safely tucked into your lover, the sun warming us gently, being totally lost in the other’s touch.

A blaring alarm rips through our tranquil state reminding us we do need to get up at some point. Reneé reaches over me and turns it off.

“C’mon baby, we need to get up” Her breath fans over my ear as she whispers to me. I reluctantly pull myself out of her embrace and watch her as she rolls over and sits upright on the edge of the bed, stretching slowly, waking weary limbs after a peaceful night.

I quickly follow suit as she slips into the darkness of the hallway and walks down to the kitchen. She puts on the kettle before turning her attention to me. Her hands find my waist and she pulls me so we’re flush against each other. Her nose brushes mine as we talk.

“What are we doing today, anything in particular?” She questions.

“Not that I’m aware of” I reply. A content hum leaves her lips, we haven’t had a day where both our schedules agree in a while so, finally having today is nice.

Reneé taps the backs of my thighs gently as she pressed me against the kitchen counter, signalling for me to jump. I do as she says and position myself on top of the marble countertop. She stands between my legs, sliding her hands up and down my thighs in a soothing manner. Her eyes lock with mine and we both lean in. We’re lost in yet another kiss, the world seems to dissolve whenever we’re together. Like it’s only us, and only ever been us. Nothing beats slow mornings. Lazy cuddles and kisses. The lack of words made up for in gentle lingering touches and the whispers of the autumn breeze.

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javierssunglasses · 6 months

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Cave In

Pairing: Jack Daniels x fem!reader

WC: ~1.7k

Warnings: literally just smut, all porn no plot, reader is able-bodied, kinda brat dynamics, somno ish?, Jack calls the reader sugar, unprotected piv, choking, minuscule amount of cumplay, no use of y/n, please lmk if i missed any!!!

Divider by @saradika-graphics

Since joining you on your latest mission a week ago, Whiskey had picked up a new habit. One even he wasn’t aware of. You had shared beds on missions plenty of times. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for you to play a couple, needing the hotel arrangements to fit the bill. Neither of you were willing to let the other take the floor. And usually you were both well behaved sharing a bed, at most waking up to occasional cuddling. But this was something new. He’d taken to teasing you in his sleep. Completely unconscious.

It would start small. A grab of your ass. Tugging you closer with his hand coming to rest around your throat. Then it would escalate to a hand up your shirt, brushing against your nipples. His fingers digging into your hip, grinding you up against his rock hard cock. Then all of a sudden his grip would loosen and he’d be softly snoring in your ear.

You’d tried waking him up, but he never had any recollection of what he’d been doing. You could only play along so much before he was stirring from his deep sleep just enough to turn the other way.

Eventually you had started to question it. Was it a part of the dreams he was having? Is this how he actually felt about you? Did he ever remember it the next day? The one thing you did know, was Jack Daniels had you so tightly wound you were about to break.

Finally, you asked him about it. To say he was flustered was an understatement. He looked at you as if you’d grown an extra limb. You thought that would be the end of it, almost disappointed at the idea. Until he went to bed that night.

You were almost asleep when Jack began to mumble. It hadn’t taken long to learn that he talked in his sleep. And then you heard your name.

Scooting back until your back was flush with his chest, immediately his hands were on you, sliding over every curve, grasping at the meat of your thighs. You couldn’t help the gasps that escaped your mouth or the way your ass moved against him. Before long his lips were pressed against the back of your neck.

He was awake.

“You want me to fuck you, sugar? Nice and deep?”

“Please,” you managed to whimper out.

“You’re going to have to earn it.” You couldn’t help the wetness pooling between your thighs at his words. “Show me what you can do with that mouth of yours and I’ll give you anything you want.”

“What if I don’t want to?” It wasn’t that you didn’t want to. You wanted to. You just wanted to push his buttons even more. To toy with him how he’d been toying with you.

He was quick to pull back, leaving only his hand dancing over your waist. “Then I guess you’re not gettin’ what you want, now are you?”

“Jack!” You whined.

“We’ve got an early morning, best to just get some sleep.” His hand stilled, speaking as if it physically pained him to restrain himself.

“You’re really just going to go to sleep?”

“I told you what you’d have to do, sugar.”

You leaned up just enough to kiss along his jawline, “And if I don’t let you sleep?”

He rolled onto his back, pulling you on top of him, grinding up against you. “This what you want?”

You couldn’t fight the moans as his cock rubbed against your clothed clit. It took everything in you to speak, “No.”

He stilled, “That’s fine. Since you want to be a brat, we’ll see how pent up you are tomorrow. How about that?”

“You’ve been teasing me every night this week!” You rolled off of him, pouting like a child but you didn’t care.

“Think you can just keep me up all night and I’ll cave and rip your clothes off?”

You pulled him into a kiss, “Maybe.”

You tugged at the curls at the back of his neck, nipping at his bottom lip. He had virtually no reaction. No snarky comment. While he kissed you back he didn’t initiate another. Eyes closed as if he were truly trying to sleep.

You knew you could cave in at any time. You would love to have his cock in your mouth, to milk him for all he’s worth. But that would be too easy. And if you could cave, so could he.

As you began kissing your way down his neck and chest he cleared his throat, “You know, if I’m really teasin’ you that much in your sleep all you’d have to do is slide your panties down, maybe guide my hand a lil to where ya want it, and I’d fuck you right there. Awake or not.”

“That all I’d have to do?”

“That’s it.” If it were any other scenario you’d have smacked the smirk right off of his face.

“Maybe I’ll let you sleep then. Get everything I want another way.”

And just like that he caved. He let out a growl as he tugged your shorts down, taking your underwear with them, swiping his finger through your drenched folds.

“I’m not fuckin’ you for the first time without being awake to remember it. Not like I was actually gonna sleep anyway.”

You giggled, pulling your shirt over your head, gasping as he sank his finger into your core. He brought his mouth down to one of your breasts kissing and lapping at you. Using his free hand to roll your other nipple between his fingers. For the past week you’d been imagining what it would’ve felt like to have his hands on you this way, but nothing could’ve prepared you for the real thing.

“All of this just from me teasing you? Gettin’ you worked up just to go to sleep?”

He added a second finger, breaking away from you just enough to watch the way his fingers disappear into your entrance as you met the thrusts of his hand.

“Mhm.”

“Words, sugar.” He brought his thumb to your clit sending electricity through your body.

“J-just you, fuck.”

“Cum for me and I’ll give you whatever you need, just let go.”

It wasn’t long before you felt your orgasm approaching. He’d practically started you out at the edge. Just needing a little push. Then finally he curled his fingers up against the spongy part inside of you that made you see stars and you snapped. Sinking your teeth into his shoulder as you came.

Giving you a moment to recover, he finally kicked off his boxers. You knew he was big from all of the teasing. Yet still you were shocked at seeing how big, how thick, he actually was.

“You wanna fuck me then go ahead, sugar, ride me.”

Your legs already felt like jello but still you climbed on to straddle his hips. Both of you groaning as you sank down onto him. His hands dug into your hips holding you still against him. You whimpered at the feeling of being so full.

“I know sugar, just give me a second.” He pulled you down to his chest, holding you there just long enough to whisper in your ear, “Can’t believe I’ve got you trembling already.”

He tapped your thigh signaling you to move before snaking his hand up to wrap around your throat with a gentle squeeze. You began rocking your hips down onto him. Moaning at the sensation of the coarse hair at his base grazing against your clit. Growing impatient he lowered a hand to tease your sensitive bud. Between the lack of oxygen and the feel of his cock dragging through your walls you were screaming his name as you came as your orgasm ripped through you.

“Fuck, sugar.” He groaned at the sight of you falling apart on top of him, the feeling of your cunt gripping him. “Need you to give me another.”

“I can’t, too much.”

“Just one more, you can do it.” Without another word he slipped out of you, flipping you over and pressing you face down into the mattress.

He pulled your hips up to meet his own, notching himself at your entrance. Still drenched with your release he easily slid back inside. He wasted no time relentlessly slamming into you, leaving you reduced to nothing more than a puddle of moans and whimpers. He reached around to find your clit bringing you immediately to the edge of your third orgasm. He twitched inside of you as you fluttered around him, painting your walls with his seed.

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you as he collapsed on top of you.

He lifted just enough to stare down at you as if you were delirious, “Are you laughing at me?”

“No, no!” You wiped at the tears that had formed in your eye, “I just would’ve said something days ago if I knew this was what it’d get me.”

He rolled his eyes and slowly pulled out of you. “Alright, lemme get you cleaned up.”

You smiled to yourself as he retreated to the bathroom. Eventually feeling stable enough in your body to flip back over by the time he returned, a wet washcloth in hand. He came to kneel in front of you and you carefully opened your legs.

You jolted back as soon as he touched you, where you had expected the warm soft fabric were instead his fingers. You winced at the overstimulation between your legs as he traced up your seam, gathering the cum and pushing it back into you.

“M’sorry. I know, sugar. Just couldn’t help myself.” He retracted his hand.

He was quick to work, offering both apologies and words of encouragement at every small sound of discomfort. He discarded the washcloth and returned to his spot next to you in bed, pulling you to his chest. After a couple of soft kisses to your shoulder it was his turn to laugh.

“You know, I planned to ask you out to dinner after this was over but I think we got a little ahead of ourselves.”

#jack daniels x reader #jack daniels #jack daniels fanfiction #jack daniels smut #agent whiskey #agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey smut #agent whiskey fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #ppcu fanfiction

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