#she knows the drill lmaoo

[monodramatic-cannibal]

My cat, Sky, is so food motivated that I managed to teach her basic tricks such as spin, sit and paw.

Does anyone wanna see that?

Too bad I'm not waiting for an answer

(ignore my voice please, I just had to say commands. She knows how to do them without, having done it multiple times with the words, but I want her to associate the word with the trick still. I would prefer ppl to keep it on mute tbh I hate my voice lol)

[robinsno1lesbian]

What about the nsfw alphabet with neighbour!robin??

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓 - 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫! 𝐑.𝐁.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: i think the title is pretty self explanatory!

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content (MDNI), implied age gap (reader is 18+), fingering, oral (fem!receiving obviously), strap-ons, implied mommy kink, implied spanking, let me know if I missed anything! :)

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: guys i’m alive i promise!! i’m currently on holiday and silly me forgot to bring her laptop. which means this was written on my phone. so if the formatting sucks or there are some weird errors, ignore the first part and blame the second on my weird autocorrection lmaoo-

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

robin is so gentle with you after she has made you cum, especially because sex with her can be rough when the occasion calls for it. she always has a glass of water ready for you on the bedside table and holds you close to her through the aftershocks.she also peppers soft kisses all over your body, over the marks she has left on your neck and thighs etc.

b = body part (their favorite part of theirs and also their partner’s)

neighbor!robin loves her hand. she knows what they can do and knows just how strong they are. robin couldn’t choose when it comes to you. she loves everything about your body, loves to lay on top of you and kiss every inch of your body, loves to worship you and tell you how gorgeous you are.

c = cum (anything to do with cum basically)

robin loves to make you cum all over her face. she will eat the cum out of your pussy until you’re shaking on top of her.

(that’s also why one of her favorite ways to make you cum is on her face/over her mouth)

d = dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

once, before you had officially gotten together, you lost your diary and couldn’t find it for days. that’s because it had been laying on robin’s bedside table, and robin had read through all of your dirty fantasies with a hand down her own shorts

(read about that here :) )

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

since robin is older than you, she has definitely had sex with other women before. she knows her way around the female anatomy that’s for sure.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

robin just loves to bend you over any surface she can find and fuck you from behind until you’re a babbling mess for her, begging for her strap to go just a little bit faster.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous?)

robin’s whole persona can shift when she’s inside you. so she’s definitely more of the serious kind. yet when you let her know that something’s too much or that you’re genuinely too sensitive to continue, that changes immediately!

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

for herself, as well as for her partner’s, robin really couldn’t care less. she will go down on you and fuck you into oblivion, whether you’re shaved or not. whatever your preference is really. as for herself, i’d say she shaves every now and then but still has that same dirty blonde hair down there.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

robin can be a real romantic with you, when that is what you need. with candles, slow music and sensual kisses and all. she will hold you as you cum all around her fingers and moan into her mouth when you’ve had a rough day and need her to.

j = jack of (masturbation hc)

robin definitely has got plenty of toys in store. and if there isn’t anyone around to help her out, she will use those on herself. i also think she’s an underwear-thief type of women and will use your panties in some sort of way to get herself off.

k = kink (one more of their kinks)

mommy kink, bondage, overstimulation/multiple orgasms, a bit of spanking every now and then you know the drill. i could also imagine neighbor!robin with a slight innocence kink tbh…

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

of course she loves to have you beneath her in bed, but robin can honestly work with everything.

m = motivation (what turns them on? what gets them going?)

i believe that varies depending on the situation. she definitely loves to see you in those short, little summer dresses you wear when the heat gets too suffocating.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

robin is petty experimentally and there’s definitely not a whole lot she would say no to. she’s willing to discuss and try everything you might want to try out and won’t shame you for it etc.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skills etc.)

robin is a great giver and besides, you’re her pillow princess for most parts anyway. she’s skilled with her tongue and could easily coax multiple orgasms out of you while she’s got her hear buried between your thighs.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? or slow and sensual?)

oh robin loves to get rough with you. she loves to have you on all fours for her, thrusting into you hard and fast. she also loves to mark you up, leaving hickeys and small bites all over your skin in the places where no one can see.

q = quickie (their opinion on quickies, how often etc.)

robin likes to take her time with you whenever you’re having sex. that doesn’t mean she won’t drag you into bathrooms at parties or finger you underneath the table top when she’s in the mood for that.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks etc.?)

your whole relationship is already risky, so pretty much everything you do comes with a certain risk. one that is most definitely worth the taking. again: robin will touch you underneath the table while you’re having dinner with friends/family or cover your mouth in the bathroom so that no one in the house will hear your desperate moans.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go? how long do they last?)

during sex, robin definitely proves that her muscles aren’t just for show. she can easily fuck you through multiple orgasms without getting tired of it and, when she sees that you need more than she has given you, she will give it to you, no matter what. her skin might be sweat stained and she might be panting and groaning due to her sore muscles but she won’t stop until you’ve cum for her.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on their partner or themselves?)

robin owns plenty of toys, most of them for you though. her favorite is probably her strap (she definitely has multiple straps as well!).

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

so much. she loves to have you squirming for her, loves to see the way your body trembles when she runs her tongue over your nipples while her fingers are spreading you open for her without any penetration just yet. overall, it’s fair to say that robin loves to tease you, to see just how much she can make you want her.

v = volume (how loud are they? the sounds they make etc.)

it is a rather rare occasion that you go down on robin, she definitely gets off from getting you off. the moans and groans she lets out while she’s fucking you don’t go unnoticed. besides that, you often catch her with a hand down her underwear whenever she’s eating you out, fucking herself to the taste of you.when you do get to fuck her, you’re surprised to see that she is far from quiet. even though it’s mostly praise for you, robin does moan for you. and when she does it, it’s loud, low and beautiful.

w = wildcard (a random headcanon for the character)

oh neighbor!robin loves to watch you play with yourself: sitting back on her bed and watching you riding your fingers, begging for her touch, walking in on you humping one of her pillows…

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

well as said before, robin is build athletically, has slight abs and muscles etc. honestly not much to say about that.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

she has a high sex drive. if she didn’t have you, she wouldn’t know what to do. probably pass out due to horny-overload.

when she’s away for work, she makes sure to call you and touch herself to the sound of your voice while she’s whispering dirty things through the speaker.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

she always makes sure you’re sleeping first. she holds you in her arms, covers you in blankets and makes sure you’re all warm and safe. only then, when you’re peacefully sleeping, can she go to sleep herself.

[ghuleh-recs]

Yk who i think is really underrated when it comes to x f!reader fics?? Cumulus. I've barely seen anything of her and it breaks my over-dramatic heart!! Do you have anything of her?? I'm so desperate at this point lmaoo

Anon! You are so right and you should say it! I hope some of these are new to you. Enjoy ♡♡

recs under the cut.

fever for the fire - @gravehags - E, 1.7k

This abbey party fucking sucks. But what's waiting for you outside, certainly doesn't.

if you have kinktober (ch. 8) - @codekeeper - E, <1k

From your place sprawled out on the bed, you follow Cumulus’ movements with your eyes as she steps into the harness and adjusts it to fit over her curvaceous hips. She yanks at the straps impatiently, her brows furrowing in concentration; after hours of teasing you and working you open, she just wants to fuck you already.

Ghouls' Night Out - @cowboyemeritus - E, 1.9k

“I’ve never done it with another girl before,” you admit, almost shy. It drives the three hellbeasts mad, and they exchange glances. They look like lionesses out on a hunt and the buzzing arousal inside of you only grows at the sight. *also see these great headcanons here.

Praise - @lunariiawrites - E, 2k

After a fight breaks out, you're left to clean up the mess, and Cumulus decides to show you a few notes on the piano, among other things.

Kinktober 2021 (ch. 10) - @copias-thrall - E, <1k

Massage – Cirrus x Cumulus x Reader Cumulus has a great idea on how to spend the evening.

𖤐 you know the drill--bookmark, read, and leave kudos/comments!

[trinitywc]

just finished book 2... thoughts:

i kind of sped through book 2 since i was so nervous for them... rip woollycloud and sedgenose...i was so scared that the other two would die one by one in the next two chapters but i guess they're already dead to pinefrost now. anyways cuckoopaw mvp

excited to see where the mystery of what the fuck is going on with rutherford goes... i assume hes a lab cat but how the fuck does he know about oil drilling and atoms what. love to see the nuke prediction making him religious??? hilarious guy.

originally i thought the burnt queen and kits were nettlesting's wife and kids. it might have been the intention. when i think about it probably, since woolly was there to bury them

man.... i did not expect so many cats to be alive at the end, i truly believed everyone else to be dead like pine; but the feeling of betrayal...ugh... do wonder what would happen if the wood-creekclan combo meets the woodclan survivors

anyhow i can't wait to see pinefrost get worse now. girl who is sopping wet (with black rain). get help gurl..... do you have a predicted schedule or release for book 3? vague dates?

great fic would reccommend

im so glad you enjoyed it!!! she gets worse!!! cuckoopaw the MVP she's not dead to pinefrost she's just a filthy woodclan cat now wow i love how every reader thinks everyone is dead by the end of it LMAOO no im not that heartless there is some hope!!! the woodclan, creekclan, and wood-creek survivors are gonna have some fun next book : ) RE TGL3... release date depends on whether I decide to release it all in one (like 1 and 2) or a few chapters at a time on a 2/3 week schedule. i'm hoping to get a majority of the work done over summer again :)

[kunoimochi]

You know the drill, ehem, the 4th years + senju types please

I included my two new oc's hehe, sorry if there any grammar mistake I'm writing this in hurry

Sorry if the information is not much😭😭 I'm not really good with this type of headcanon 🫂 probably will rewriting this in future

- menori Arai

He like a bright and cheerful girl, someone who can handle his hassle personality and keep it up with his stupid ahh. He really appreciate if his future significant other good at cooking as he looking forward to eat delicious meal everyday. Want a lil spoon.

- burai Kasei

Burai not really have a type since romance are not his main priority. But he's the type of person who will fall in love with their friends so maybe someone he close and understanding. As long that person loyal to him that's enough.

- fuyuto koike

Aiyah this guy um, so fuyuto partner ideal kinda simple tho at least in my opinion. He want someone who can be a good talker that can hold a conversation well, someone who is not easily get sway away by his attractive classmates and probably just over the heels for him. If his future significant other appreciate him he of course will appreciate them back.

- Reku muto

LMAO BASED ON HIS PERSONALITY IS THERE'S ANYONE WHO WILLING TO DATE HIM?? PFFT– nah actually this what he be thinking about lol, he have the mindsets that people will not approach him especially in romantic aspect since he's the only 4th grader that doesn't get along with Kunoichis. I mean anyone literally anyone who like him probably will end up with him. It's kinda complicated to write this part for him actually since his personality complex is um idk how to say it but yeah that's all pretty much.

- kimio oye

He like someone who can share their interest with him, someone who he can spend quality time with without judging his personality and interest. Probably someone who approach him first because he's very awkward person .

- risaku yano

He doesn't have a type since he always unaware when he like someone.

- sunaoshi shimada

Not much but someone who will be his partner in crime will be great, someone who can keep up with his risky plan and still love him always eventho after he get possessed with his mask. Yk what no please help him get rid of the mask it's not like his future significant other can handle two person at the same time, unless–

- poki tamanaha

He like someone who have a fascinating look and a unique personality, someone who really beautiful, stunning and etc. He doesn't care about personality since he only go after good looking people.

- oujirou sakurazaki

Hehe this cutie potatie are not a picky person nor he have a types, he doesn't care if you a girl, a man, a alien or a complicated creatures, if he fall for u that mean he will love you always.

- shiroshi Uyehara

He probably will skip this question geez

- ryomie ozaki

Someone who will feel entertaining with his small show and his talent. Someone who didn't judge him or thing he's weird or anything. Probably like a ordinary girl since he want someone who normal that can keep him sane.

- senju date

She like someone who have good personality and very charming, someone who muscular and strong something like that. But tbh her case it's just like oujirou she doesn't care about it to much.

- Enri yoneda

She's very insecure with herself so she never thought about her types at all. She just wondering if there anyone who take her as example for their type. Probably no one lol

- Dohri goto

Man if that person wasn't weird she will be grateful af lmaoo

[dehydrated-faerie]

spoilerzzz y'all know the drill

i'm team PJ and that final critique really broke my heart cuz there's no way she's gonna win now. she just got the chad(s4)/courtney/rosé critique UGHHHH

despite that, the top 3 feels like a really even playing field and i'm living for that :)

i'm honestly pretty Q went home i was so tired of her lol

also can't wait for one of the two following scenarios to happen next week:

mirage wins the lalaparuza in her very own valentina as4 redemption moment

mhi'ya wins 50k and gets a certain subsect of this fandom mad as hell LMAOO

[thetonethetollandthethunder]

Scythe chapter 11-15

You know the drill!! Cmon!!!

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Chapter 11!!

-I always forget the conclave’s have names,,,

-The thing is, you can never blame these people for fighting back, it’s human nature, but OUGH the consequences of human nature are so devastating

-But just imagine the guilt you’d feel, your husband got killed and you get immune from the same fate for a whole year. That’s just prime for survivors guilt

-Also the fact that Faraday told the family the man didn’t resist is just testament to his kindness and compassion

-“The sanctity of the law…And the wisdom to know when it must be broken.” *Stares at Goddard*

-MILK SCENE, I unironically love this scene even tho I think it’s really funny

-Also I genuinely don’t know how ppl drink milk b4 bed, is that even a real thing? How does that make you sleepy??

-Also good on Faraday!! Don’t waste shit!!!

-Apparently all the Scythe Rings are white but I refuse to acknowledge that, they’re all multicolored and each color relates to the scythe in some way <3

-That ring security system Faraday has going on is sick as fuck tho ngl

-“Now let’s see how long it takes Rowan to go for the ring.” I love himmmm, he’s fun!!! He can be fun!!

-Tonist mention!! I love the Tonists <33

-Nice chapter!! Gives more depth to Faraday!!

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Chapter 12!!

-Rowan and Citra’s test are approaching!!!

-The idea of having to hold yourself back in life because you’re afraid of being killed is actually terrifying—

-Also same Rowan, I hate studying too

-“Rowan concluded that not knowing was more terrifying than knowing.” If I remember correctly what the consequence is then that is CERTAIN true

-I LOVE Citra and Rowan’s banter here!! You can see their chemistry early on!!

-UGH I WONT LIST OUT ALL THE MOMENT BUT THEYRE SO CUTE!!!

-Cute chapter! Lots of Citran moments!

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Chapter 13!!

-“I’m a human being, not a mole.” Faraday is soooo fun sometimes like so fun and endearing???

-“Destroyed back in the age of mortality by something called ‘terrorism’.” OKAY SO YES THIS DOES GIVE US A LOT TO THINK ABOUT IN TERMS OF WHAT PEOPLE HERE KNOW ABOUT THE AGE OF MORTALITY BUT ALSO THAT IS RLLY FUCKING FUNNY SOOO

-I too hate walking at 6:30 am (I go to public school in America)

-“I have found that with the Scythedom, it is better to ask for forgiveness than permission,” He is iconic yall

-“What’s the worst they could do?” Things said before disasters—

-“Running the gauntlet” Like walking the red carpet!

-“Scythes wished to be seen as the many faces of light, not of darkness.” And soon they will be! Yk, just right after the plague—

-SCYTHE CURIE OMG OMG!!

-OO now they’re seeing scythe goddard ohoho I LOVE HAVING FORESIGHT

-Citra would cringe at the fact she at one point dazzled by goddard

-Rowan don’t be fatphobic /j

-I like that the conclave’s are pretty boring for the most part, makes it feel more realistic

-I love how only when Citra becomes a Scythe does she begin to understand these rituals, shows how much she grows

-OHOHO we got goddards fuckin note bullshit! Citra is gonna hear allll about that when she becomes a scythe

-Love how Chomsky is basically described as “as white as anyone could be” lmaoo token white man

-also gun lobby, nothing to say about it just…Gun lobby

-Rowan starting to talk like faraday is GOLD

-Again I love Citra and Rowan’s banter

-SCYTHE CURIE

-The idea of the weaponsmaster being a infomercial salesman is SOO funny i need to use that in my scythe oc shit

-Also that digital poison sounds fucking TERRIFYING

-The Scythes not liking the term ‘victim’ is rlly interesting to me, shows they really think of themselves as these faces of light

-Neal I don’t think you know what feminine hygiene products sound like—

-Hand of midas shit but even MORE horrifying!!

-I am terrible with names I saw Scythe Mandela and thought he was Scythe Possuelo and I have no idea why

-Who names their child Ransom??

-VERY good and long chapter!! Two more to go!!

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Chapter 14!!

-OOO the test scene!! One of my favorites!!

-SCYTHE CURIE

-Again what is with the shit names??? Jacory??

-OHH you do NOT interrupt scythe curie girl you are FUCKED

-Oh Citra you’re gonna revisit the worst thing you’ve ever done REALLL soon

-ROWAN LOSING ON PURPOSE FOR CITRA IS SOOOO!!!

-GODDAMN IT RAND I LOVE YOU BUT STOP

-AND THE TENSION THICKENS WITH THE ADDED RULE OF THEM HAVING TO KILL THE OTHER OH MY GOD ITS STILL GOOD MAN!!

-We all want a relationship with the thunderhead Curie

-Very good chapter that adds to the stakes of the story!! One more to go!!!

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Chapter 15!!!

-God the shock and confusion and how upset they all are really captivates this conversation

-And you see that eventually Rowan is very willing to die at the hands of Citra, that’s how much he loves her like UGHH

-“Scythes were supposed to be above the petty,” oh citra you have no idea bby girl,,

-Hash pales!!!

-THE KISS SCENE

-Ive already went in depth about why I love this scene in my Citran analysis post but UGH I LOVE ITT

-Liar!! You are totally in love rowan!!

-GODDARD THE BASTARD

-God he is such a fucking dick i hate himmm

-Very good chapter :)

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AND THATS THE NEXT 5!!! Next time we’ll do chapters 16-20!

[foulbearobservation]

I'm so deeply intrigued by the family dynamics of the slasher au. At any point does Suzanne have the "be careful with my daughter or they'll never stop finding you" talk with Camila? Does Michael remember Lilith from his childhood, and if he does, how does he react to his big sister being an internationally wanted killer? Does Lilith have a relationship with Jillian, or did she cling to Suzanne? Please feel free to ignore this if it's too spoilery (or you don't want to answer). I just adore this au and want to know all of the things.

Parts of this are theoretically "spoilery" but who knows when the fuck slasher au will actually come out so like. who cares lmaoo

michael does sort of vaguely remember lilith from his childhood, he's abt 8-10-ish years younger than lilith so she's around for part of his late childhood but she disappears when he's like 14 (a few years before his mothers "die" in the car crash) then it's like a big time skip for like a decade and change until he's an interpol agent and actual slasher au happens

he's. well. I don't think he's shocked when he discovers she's a killer and the one he's looking for, but he doesn't tell anyone that he knows her, so bea and ava are out of the loop on that one!! ooh drama!!

lilith does have a relationship with jillian! it's not as close as she is with suzanne. jillian is like. she's trying not to overwhelm lilith when she initially escapes from adriel.

I think it's smthn like one night while lilith is up stalking the house late cause she can't sleep she comes across jillian making coffee at like 3 am and she's like "shouldn't you be... not doing that at 3 am. suzanne told me I shouldn't."

and jillian is trying to be a cool mom to this very traumatized teenager who lives in her house like a shadow. "I won't tell her if you won't"

lilith shifts uncomfortably. "I don't like to lie to suzanne." she doesn't like to lie in general, really, if she can avoid it. she's very good at choosing her words very carefully.

"then you don't have to." jillian gestures with her mug "I'll take the blame on this one, she knows about it. do you want some?"

and anyway I think jillian and lilith bond over weird medical history and being awake at like 3 am. nd sometimes suzanne wakes up at like 6 am for her morning yoga on the balcony and lilith joins her and lilith obviously hasn't slept, but she has a small smile on her face and excitedly explains how people used to drill holes in their heads so that's something like progress.

[mydysfunctionalvampirefamily]

Goddamnit Reiss!!! You just here to ruin everything even more, right?

*chandler voice* Reiss, could you BE any more insincere about Amaya.

Reiss! Just. Shut. The. Fuck. Up!!!! Why don't you just die.

Let Reiss in with Miles!! Yes Johnny!!! Put him in the room!

Why does it seem like empathy villains is the most useful spec there is?

Wynn as a moody teenager is absolutely amazing. I love her so much, protect the bb at all cost.

Lmaoo "I wish Neil was here, he would listen to me." 😂

The toreador have someone in torpor and are very secretive about it? I know it's not Elsa, but that's immediately where my mind went.

Oh my God. Fucking Arrabella?? What a disappointment.

Omg Britta is twisting and turning, to not say Miles made the deal, but the other toreador already know. Come on, who else could it be???

Oh no Ramirez, dead off screen. Rip.

YESSSS Delgado and Eden in the same place. That is good. That means there is a chance that Eden and Jessica lives.

UHOH! Jessica asking about Dark Selina? That is not good. SHE IS WITH THEM???!?!

Wait Selina can summon mortals??? Hot damn that's crazy. But Jessica can resist her??? Damn, that's impressive.

Johnny saying he can't resist dark Selina and Jessica saying "but dad, I need you." 😭 stop rn

Johnny babe, I'm glad you're trying to center yourself. Because you're the last one of this coterie. We fucking need you level headed!

Lmaoo Rebecca is doing such a good job on her derangement, and Johnny is the perfect victim. 😂 "You're never in the mood"

"yes go ahead, stab me" so tired, but only AFTER Johnny teases him into it.

AAAAAAAH TIM!!! I mean brilliant use of Majesty truly, but oh my God!!!

Remember when Miles was like oh a musician I will give them money and reward the mortal for their help. Well.... To be fair to Miles, he was at 0 blood.

Good lord. We're truly getting dark prince Miles rn. O.O I'm kind of scared, but also kind of excited. That was incredibly badass.

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH Nara??!?! Is this real life???? This is not a drill!!!!

Ohoh oh no. Nara is talking against him so much, she is talking to his sire.

SIRE?!? WHAT THE FUCK??? Neil/his sire has sire's more people?

Neil still wanting to take nara with him and run. He thinks she is still on his side? Bless 🥺

Oh no weird bows? I'm getting very much culty vibes.

Play? What? Malkavians? They're all Neil's? I mean his sire's obviously.

Oh this is not good. This sounds very bad, this book.

He is manifesting the book? What? This is some higher level shit.

WHAT???? WHAT THE FUCK?!?! they're summoning Malkav???? *cue nervous laughter*

Also did Lex call Nara his vessel? I'm not quite sure. Oh I think it might have been vasal.

Poor Neil, having to go through all of this alone.

Omg Lex, make this even more scary to decide what to do why don't you???

Oh Neil, that's so sad. Accepting that it probably meant nothing, when it did mean a lot to him.

God, listen to her wax on poetically, what a fucking Bitch.

Noooooooooo clinging to reality through the list Wynn made and gave to him.😭😭😭😭 STOP!!!

Nothing really bad happened this episode, so why do I feel so much despair? 😢

[cursivebloodlines]

📸 - tessa (you know the drill, u post...I send)

Send a 📸 to see 3-5 pictures that my muse has/has taken of your muse(s) | @overnightheartbeats | Accepting!

Why Diego took it upon himself to wear Tessa's ring light she uses when recording her videos, she will never know. He thought he was hilarious, and probably asked her if he succeeded in lighting up her world. And she's just like 'if by my world you mean your neck then sure, you idiot'. But he seems pretty pleased with himself lmfaooo and she probably tells him she's surprised he managed to get it over his big head in the first place :) LMAOO

To prove he hasn't got a big head, Tessa insists he try this little tiara on and he does because she's very persuasive, though it doesn't mean he has to be happy about it :) and she thinks she's proven her point because it's not the best thing to use??? But she's like NOPE. Serves him right in her opinion and of course she has to take a photo as evidence in the future like :)

3. Tessa is so proud of this photo dgsdgsg. She's probably dragged him to another one of her little placesss or even vice versa tbh. But I can imagine her thinking how amazing the lighting was and she just HAD to take a photo dgsdgasd. She probably tells him how to stand and everything. Also, she's actually nice to him. She definitely tells him he could be a model LOL. And if he ever considered a career change, to let her know immediately because she could definitely get it arranged :') She's dead serious.

4. *singing voice* DO YOU WANNA BUILD A SNOWMANNN? omg. of course they build a snowman together. This photo has Tessa in hysterics because of the height difference between the snowman and Diego LMFAOOOOO. The snow in his hand is totally the start of a snowball he plans on hurling at her the minute she's done taking the photo. But look how the snowman has a hat and scarf and everything! Too cute. Everything about this photo is priceless. :')

5. She thought he looked cute, so click click she took that photo! So what if he was in the middle of eating? Look at that hat. Look how cute he is. It makes her go 'awwwwwww' and she probably ends up stealing that hat for no reason. Diego looks like he's in the process of trying not to laugh but also is a bit like 'why are you taking photos of me eating???? weirdo' and Tessa is just like 'it's my alien instincts :)' No, she hasn't let go of the time he called her an alien.

6. Annnnnnd yet another one she decided to take while he was in the middle of eating again. Apparently this is becoming a regular occurrence LOL.

[luaspersona]

i've been staring at your review for about two hours and i still don't know how to reply lmaoo, so here's an attempt

first of all, them meeting at a bar and jimin ditching her was the absolute golden set up for joonie and her to get it on.

aaaa that's so nice to read bc i struggled a lot trying to come up with a way for them to meet without jimin! and once i figured jimin would bail on the reader i thought i was the funniest istg lol 💀

the mutual attraction from the start really did it for me!! really nails the whole strangers to lovers and goes in depth with how these two will be able to move forward from this interaction. also woooow, reader being an ultimate flirt just like her baby brother has meeeee (small details always make me squeal when i read!) 😩😩😩

the way you talk about it makes me so happy honestly, like "really nails the whole strangers to lovers" i'm so so flattered you would think so urgh 😭

also, i squealed myself while writing it lmaoo it was so funny to picture the park siblings just easiliy flirting with other ppl omg

i love how they decide to dance before kissing, builds up the clear tension between them and you’re just WAITING for it to happen and the fkn satisfaction when it does???? YESYESYES GIMME ME ALL OF THAT.

we love a good sexual tension amiright??? it was sooo delicious to keep pushing it, especially bc they had already hit it off so fast, i had to take some sweet time for it to still be exciting

i have absolutely no words for your smut. just that namjoon calling reader sweet girl made me actually giggle and blush IN THE TRAIN. yes. a train where everyone saw me as some sort of weirdo but goddamn how can i not?????

LMAOOO i'm sorry, but so happy?????? namjoon's dirty mouth had me sick istg, it had me dead while writing it

and duuuuude your smut is amazing??? hello???? the foreplay, penetration… all of it with good dirty talk dialogue, details and pace!! fucking drilled myself through it!! big praise to you for that!!

omg thank you??? it's my first time writing smut, i never actually went through with it in my wips, so that means so so much, i was so scared it would be awkward omg

the convo with jimin the day after… oh pls i CACKLED. also because they’ve absolutely decided to keep going despite jimin not showing a pleasant reaction. i’m sure he’ll love the idea later on, because joon is puuuuurfect for our reader in this story.

yesss i thought of having jimin being angry or something, but i settled with frustrated and lowkey disgusted bc i thought he would be so ridiculous to bail on her for sex and then be pissed she hooked up with his roommate lol. but to know you laughed??? it makes me so happy damn

aaa lati honestly, i appreciate the feedback so much, you made my whole week writing this you have no idea. i'm really really glad i was able to write something you enjoyed to the point you would want to read more from me, honestly, i don't know what else to say other than thank you sO MUCH, i love you

All Night│knj (m)

pairing ⇝ namjoon x reader (f. reader)

genre ⇝ college!au; brother’s best friend!au; strangers to lovers; smut; one-shot

summary ⇝ when your brother bails on you, you have to find another way to entertain yourself for the night and Kim Namjoon just so happens to be a great company.

rating ⇝ +18

warnings ⇝ alcohol consumption, flirting; sexual tension; the reader and Namjoon are shameless; explicit smut: consent king!Namjoon, a bit of thigh riding, nipple play, fingering, oral (f. and brief m. receiving), spit kink, dirty talk, pet names, praise kink, marking, light choking, begging, protected sex, multiple orgasms, cumshot, cum eating

word count ⇝ 12k (yeah, well. what can i say 💀)

estimated reading time ⇝ 30 minutes

note ⇝ ok, so. i know i said i would upload this yesterday, but i got caught up with work and wasn't able to edit it one last time like i intended, and i hope it's ok that i'm dropping it now instead 🥺

↳ also, this took so much longer than it should have, and it’s huge 😭 i’m so sorry y’all, but i swear it’s pure filth, the smut is just ridiculously long bc i don’t have any ounce of self control lmao 🗣

↳ ok, i'll let you get to it, now 🥰

As the good sister you are, you hate Jimin most of the time.

The sparse moments in which you feel love for your brother are the only downside of going long enough without seeing him, because you start to forget why Jimin studying in the other side of the country is actually crucial for your relationship. Recently, for example, you've been missing him, and that's not something you can just let happen.

So, when your boss sent you to Seoul to attend a handful of meetings during the week, you took the opportunity to meet up with your brother for the first time since he got into college and make new oh-so-sweet memories with Jimin so you can go on with not missing him for another semester or so.

The club he chose is far from the hotel your company paid for you, but it's been a minute since you last toured Seoul's alluring night, so you decide to walk. You spot the large mono. neon sign Jimin described around thirty minutes later, and you quickly step out of the chilly night into the club's cozy interior.

You fish for your phone inside your purse, messaging a simple im here to your brother before finding your way to the bar. You hop onto one of the empty stools, smoothing the fabric of your pants and adjusting your cute top that is slightly hiked up from your walking.

You order a beer to start the night, and with its bitterness coating your tongue, you turn around to take in the environment. You have to admit Jimin was right about this place. Although really crowded, it feels comfortable; the dim lightning casting a cozy veil over the bodies pressed together on the dance floor, the playlist good and loud enough to soothe any thoughts that might threaten a good night out.

[10:31] baby j 😗: on my way

Upon reading his response, you can't contain the large smile that betrays your anxiety. It finally hits you how long it has been since you last saw your brother. You don't even know what color his hair is now, how he's enjoying his first semester, if he found another apartment, if he got that job he told you about last month.

Aren't you supposed to know these things? God, you're a terrible older sister.

"Hey! What's up, noona?" A deep voice calls beside you, startling you a bit.

You turn, catching sight of a tall man greeting the bartender before he slips onto the stool next to yours.

After you take a quick look at him, you find yourself blinking back a couple times, simply unable to divert your attention: you've never seen such a fine man in your life.

As he leans over the counter, his broad torso is evident even through his shirt, large shoulders making him seem way too big for that stool. And his thighs?! Those thick — thick — thighs. You could die a happy woman between them, almost drooling when he spread his legs to make himself comfortable.

"I'll just have the usual!" He orders, prompting a nod in response.

You know you're ogling, but fuck if this man isn't just perfect.

He pushes his hair back, long fingers tangling in his black locks in an failed attempt to clear the strands off his eyes, but in a successful endeavor to make you suck in a breath. Your attention falls to his lips — plump rosy lips that shine once he wets them with the tip of his tongue.

You tilt up, finding his dark almond-shaped eyes — piercing back directly at you.

You tense a little under his scrutiny, but you don't turn away, holding his gaze as you sip your beer.

"You know it's rude to stare, right?" He teases, making you smile immediately. 

Thing is: you are a Park, so flirting was like second nature to you. There's no scenario in which you dismiss this perfect lead he just gave you.

Besides, Jimin tends to be late, right? Yeah, he said he was on his way, sure, but who knows if he won't go to his place to freshen up before coming to meet you or something — what could be so bad about entertaining this beautiful man by your side?

"Oh, I'm sorry. It's just that… you’re gorgeous, so it’s easy to get distracted." He snickers, not expecting your response but definitely liking it. "But it's ok, I’ll let you stare back so we're even. Here, let me make it easier for you."

You wiggle your body so you're facing him, and close your eyes playfully.

But he keeps his eyes locked in your face, as he's already regarded you before making his way to the bar. He noticed you when you approached the stool. He noticed the way your pants hug your legs just well enough for him to be able to delineate your figure. He noticed how really fucking cute your top is, loving how it bares the skin of your neck for him to picture how nice it would be to taint the soft flesh. 

You are hot, and Namjoon is a practical man, so he was already trying to read you, maybe wait a bit to see if you came with someone, if your body language was inviting or reclusive.

What eventually pushed him to come over was the way your face lit up when you smiled at your phone and he found himself grinning in response.

So now, even with your eyes shut, and your body closer for him to shamelessly gawk at, it's your smile that he's focused on.

"So?" You open your eyes again.

He cocks his head, regarding you.

"I like your earrings." He taunts, and you scoff in feigned offense.

"That's your review?"

The bartender shows up again, placing a bottle of soju and a single glass in front of the man, who pours a dose for himself before drinking it.

He looks at you, all pretty and pouty, and grins before he's leaning in.

"I think I’d like to paint you, princess." When did his voice become so husky? "Is that something you'd be interested in?"

This close, he catches the goosebumps that crawl up your arms, but your reply is unaffected.

"Well, how good of a painter are you, baby?" 

You can feel his hot breath fanning your jaw.

"I'd say I'm really good, but it really depends on you."

"What about me."

He shifts back to his prior position, a smirk on his face.

"If you behave."

"And if I don't?" He drags his tongue over his lip.

"Then that’s even better."

"Then I'm definitely interested, baby."

He shoots you a shit-eating grin. God, are those fucking dimples?

"Well, what is your review?”

"Uhm, I like your lips. Almost want to know what they taste like."

"Almost?"

"Of course! Need to know if you're a good boy first." You say, matter-of-factly, tilting your head to finish your beer.

Damn, you are hot.

His eyes follow your body when you reach for another glass over the counter. "I also think a bottle of soju seems like a lot for one person."

"Well, I'm a big guy." He says, but pours it in your cup nonetheless.

"I can surely see that." You huff, making him laugh. And it's a really nice sound.

"I'm Namjoon, by the way."

You take the hand he extends to you, introducing yourself.

The feeling of his large palm enveloping yours take your mind to other places. Places where that same hand is running up your legs, reaching for your zipper and slipping inside your—

"You're here alone?"

Before you can respond, your phone vibrates over at the counter, and you reach for it, checking a new message in your brother's chat.

“Gimme a sec."

[10:47] baby j 😗: im rly rly sorry, sth came up, wont be able to make it tn

[10:47] you: You alright?

[10:48] baby j 😗: yeah

[10:48] you: Then why cant you come?

[10:49] baby j 😗: …

[10:49] baby j 😗: i met up w this really cute guy from my class and i wanna fuck him

[10:50] you: You bailing on me to fuck???

[10:51] baby j 😗: im so so sorry 🥺

[10:51] you: No you aint 😡

[10:52] baby j 😗: my bad lol

[10:53] baby j 😗: gtg tho, see u tmrw

"You ok?" Namjoon asks, as soon as you finish your glass of soju after sending Jimin a bunch of angry face emojis.

You realize you're frowning, and immediately ease the scowl on your face.

"Yeah. My brother just stood me up."

"Shit. I'm sorry."

"It's ok."

Namjoon is quiet for a second.

"So you're leaving?"

You honestly thought Jimin would take longer to piss you off this time, but when you meet Namjoon's uncertain eyes, you can't really feel too bad about yourself right now. You smile mischievously. 

“Giving up already? Oh baby, I thought you could hold up.” You pout.

"I would never even think of leaving you unsatisfied.” The grin returns to his face, where it belongs. “Besides, who would I share my soju with?"

You pretend to search around the club.

"There are plenty of people here."

"I'm sure of it, but there’s this beautiful girl who’s talking big to me and looks awfully uncomfortable in her clothes and I happen to be a very good boy who just wants to help her out of them."

"Didn’t think of you as the romantic type."

"What can I say, I’m as sweet as they come."

"Then what do you say I help you finish this bottle before you give me a hand, sweet boy?"

"Sounds good to me."

"Just one thing, though." He turns to you, attentive. "Sweet isn’t really my thing. I like it rough." You wink.

"Damn, princess." He chuckles. "I like you."

Namjoon prided himself in being a good flirt. He liked to take his sweet time with his partners, teasing and instigating in such a way that any fleeting touch would ignite the skin.

But you? You were humbling him.

Barely two cups into the bottle, he decided to take you to dance. He assumed that having his hands on your thighs, gripping your hips, and his lips brushing gently over your neck would help to shut that witty mouth of yours, but as you keep grinding your ass on his cock he finds himself guiding you closer, spellbound by the way your body frames his.

Namjoon's thoughts are clouded by your hips, the feeling of your skin beneath his fingertips turning him the fuck on, making him look like a horny teenager.

A thin layer of sweat covers your bodies, the loud music a mere excuse for you two to keep pressing into each other.

Namjoon can hear your shaky breaths as you turn a bit on his hold, lips nearing his ear as you nib lightly at he flesh — which, paired with the way your fingers grab his hair, is enough to prompt a quiet moan out of his plumpy lips, one that you wouldn’t have listen weren’t you so close to him.

He should be ashamed of how fast he’s giving in, but he honestly doesn’t give a fuck. He just wants more. So he lets you do as you please — even if just for now.

Namjoon leisurely rolls his pelvis on your ass, large palms coming up to circle your waist and it’s his turn to listen to the pretty whine you give him. Namjoon closes his eyes, trying to collect his thoughts.

"Wanna kiss you so bad, babe. Can I kiss you?"

You nod immediately and Namjoon wastes no time in grabbing your hand in his and quickly guiding you out of the dance floor, cutting through the sea of bodies with purpose.

You two make your way to a hall near what you assume is the backdoor of the club, poorly illuminated but also a bit more quiet.

Namjoon gently pushes you towards the wall, your back meeting its flat surface. The way he stares at you resembles in nothing the sweet eyes you met at the bar — now dark with lust, nothing short of intimidating.

And you would be lying if you said that didn’t spur a heat below your belly.

"Are we allowed to be back here?" A coy smile crosses Namjoon’s face.

"That’s what you thinking right now?"

"What should I be thinking, sweet boy?"

A huffed laugh passes his lips, and Namjoon steps closer. One of his arms comes to rest near your face.

"In a good ass excuse for the show you pulled back there." His low register sends a shiver down your spine.

On second thought? Maybe you shouldn’t have teased him that much, but— ah, who are you kidding?

"Thing is, babe, I’m not sorry."

Namjoon shakes his head, taking a step closer.

With his body so near, you’re suddenly hyper aware of everything. You close your eyes when his breathing ghosts over your skin, feeling goosebumps trail over your arms.

You wait for his next action. You wait for a touch or a reprimand, but it never comes.

Wait.

He didn’t… leave you, did he?

You’re mortified for a second, but as if sensing your distress Namjoon brings his fingertips to graze over your sides. The sudden touch startles you a bit.

When his hands reach your upper arm, you hear him let out a sharp, frustrated breath, which leads you to open your eyes.

“You are fucking beautiful.”

You want to reciprocate his praise, but the words seem lost on your throat. This close you feel drunk on his beauty, dazed by his full, sinful lips and intoxicated by his heat as your bodies orbit each other.

Are you imagining him?

Namjoon’s hand continues to travel up your body, stopping at your jaw.

The pad of his traces your chin, reaching your bottom lip and slowly releasing it out of your anxious bite, soothing the flesh in a tender movement.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks again, tone serious.

You smile.

"At this point, you better."

And so he does, plumpy lips touching yours with surprising tenderness while his hands rest on your neck. You are taken aback by his softness, not reacting for a second before pulling him closer to bathe in his warmth.

The kiss unwinds all the tension off of you, replacing it with lust. The docility of his actions makes them hypnotic, your mind disoriented with his skin grazing yours — but you’ve never been a patient woman.

You slide your hands through his chest, trailing his defined torso before grabbing his shirt in your fists. You break the kiss and he lifts an eyebrow in question.

"Thought I told you sweet isn’t really my thing, big boy."

Namjoon chuckles. "So impatient."

This time Namjoon smashes your lips together, kissing you with hunger.

He presses you further against the wall and you stumble with his eagerness, a satisfied hum leaving your throat.

His hands explore your body, going through your neck, your shoulders, your hips and then your ass, grabbing a handful and giving it a hard squeeze.

He opens your mouth with his, and you tilt your head to deepen the kiss. His breath is ragged when he slips his tongue inside, and you two take barely a second to match each other's rhythm.

You suck the soju's sweetness off his tongue, and he drinks the bitter memory of your beer. Forget the alcohol — he's the one inebriating your thoughts.

You feel every inch of his body, pressed flush against his broad torso as his waist smoothly drags over yours, making it almost impossible for you to keep your whiny sounds down your throat.

You make no effort, on the other hand, to resist the urge to bite his pillowy flesh, nibbing with maybe more force than you should, but grinning in satisfaction when you earn a sweet groan in response.

You entangle your arms around his neck, pulling your bodies closer in a desperate attempt to get more of him, and he seems just as insatiable, slithering his arms behind your back to press your fronts.

Namjoon breaks the kiss, but he gives you no time to complain before you feel his mouth on your neck, sucking and biting between licks over the sweaty skin.

Your hands find purchase on his hair, grabbing his locks with force as arousal gushes out of you.

Namjoon's determined to mark all over your neck. After he sucks a hickey on the spot between your ear and your jaw, you just fucking know he's sporting the proudest smile at the way his actions shove the prettiest of yelps out of you.

He levels his face with yours, but avoids your lips when you try to resume the kiss. 

"You’re awfully quiet, baby girl” he points out when you frown “have nothing smart to say?"

"How about fuck you?"

"I plan on it, don’t worry." A cocky grin takes his lips. "And although you look gorgeous trying to be in control, I wanna hear you. I wanna hear how good I’m making you feel, baby."

He doesn’t really give you an option when he slots his leg between yours, large thigh pressing up your core and pushing an audible whimper out of you. The sound makes Namjoon grab a handful of your ass and use it to grind you along his thigh — his fucking thigh.

You grab the back of his head, pulling him to you as you smother his lips with yours, but this time Namjoon eats all your moans, feasting on the sounds you so obediently grant him.

You’re bathing in each other’s heat and with a particularly delicious roll of your hips, your core brushes on his growing bulge. You suck in a breath, parting with the kiss to learn how to breathe again.

"Look at you" his tone is laced with lust "riding my thigh like a good girl."

Fuck, you're so damn horny, and you've barely done anything. The fuck is up with you? It scares you how you know you'd promptly fold if Namjoon asked you too, just to have that cock drilling inside you.

So you just hum weakly, apparently forgetting how to fucking speak.

"What was it again? That you called me before?" he asks, returning to slide your clothed core over his strong legs again, loving the way you look getting off on his thigh "Oh, right. What happened with all the filth you were saying before, sweet girl?"

You swallow. This man is fucking challenging you. You have to get your shit together.

"Namjoon—" you moan his name out "I’m… I’m so fucking wet right now."

"Yeah?" His Adam's apple bobs in his throat.

"Yeah, Namjoon, my panties are fucking soaked."

"Shit. That’s it, wanna hear you losing control."

Namjoon wants you so bad. He can feel the warmth of your core rubbing on him, and he can only imagine the growing stain in your panties, the desire of licking you clean the only thing in his mind. He wants to know how you look when you cum, and he just knows it'll be the prettiest fucking thing.

"I can feel how hard you are for me." Your shaky voice makes him growl.

"Yeah, sweet girl?" That’s his new favorite pet name, the only thing he wants leaving his mouth.

You close your lips on his neck, moaning against his skin when you lick up his throat, a salty taste coating your tongue.

"I haven’t even—" you falter, intensifying your movements to touch his covered cock with each raise of your hips "I haven't even touched you yet, big boy. If I lose control, you sure you can keep it?"

You suck a purple stain on his pulse point, nibbing at it softly and rolling your eyes back over the grunts he pours on your ears.

Your hand slides between your bodies, fingers ghosting over his cock. Namjoon chuckles darkly.

"You're such a tease."

"And what you gonna do about it, big boy?" You murmur on his skin.

Before Namjoon can answer, though, a high giggle echoes through the corridor.

You both turn, startled by the sound.

A couple stumble its way into the corner, in a messy make out session that delays their realization that they aren't alone. 

"Do you live close?" You ask Namjoon, breathe steadying when the two of you understand the couple doesn’t really mind the audience.

"Yeah." He says, non-committal.

"Can we maybe go to your place?" You suggest, unsure if he's comfortable with it.

Namjoon turns his attention back to you, and his lips curve up into the most gentle smile you've ever seen.

"If you want to."

You nod, mirroring his smile.

Namjoon adjusts himself in his pants, trying to be as comfortable as one can be with a painfully hard cock in tight fitting slacks.

You take the cue to soothe your own clothing and Namjoon can't help when his cute smile turns into a full on smirk upon seeing the evidence of his hands on your crumpled outfit.

He takes your hand in his when you both are relatively presentable, and once again leads you through the club, this time aiming for the exit.

Turns out, Namjoon isn't a good boy at all.

The whole ride to his apartment his hand was planted on your thigh, caressing softly without ever breaching your inner thigh or skirting higher — it was as innocent as it possibly could be.

Yet you were squirming and fidgeting the whole trip as his voice, enveloped in the most vulgar desire, whispered the most filthy promises on your ear, shooting arousal all the way down to your now sticking panties.

Promises of making you cum on his tongue, of fucking you senseless with your face on his mattress — of painting you with his cum tonight.

By the time the car finally stopped at his place, you felt your knuckles sore from clutching the fabric of your pants.

Not that he was unaffected. Namjoon could dirty talk you all he wanted, it didn't change the fact that you saw the way his cock twitched and how he was restlessly shifted in his seat whenever you played into his little scenarios.

Although, in hindsight, saying you wanted to be stuffed full of him wasn't the best idea, because the quiet groan he spilled in your ear did nothing to placate your now aching pussy.

You're feeling so fucking sexy.

The warmth of his palm is familiar at this point as he takes your hand to climb the flights of stairs to his place. Namjoon quietly fishes for his keys and, before opening the door, he looks at you, smiling softly and making you smile too.

When you both are inside his apartment, you wet your lips, anticipating his kiss. But Namjoon misses the action, too preoccupied with taking off his shoes and jacket and politely asking for you to do the same at the entrance.

His long legs stride towards the kitchen, and you almost assume he’s nervous when he fumbles with his cabinets, picking up two glasses.

You frown and, slowly following after him, you hop up on the stool by the counter, across from him. 

"Namjoon."

"Yeah." He fills the cups with water, placing them between you two and finally returning your gaze.

"Do you still wanna fuck?"

Namjoon huffs out a laugh. "Yes. I definitely still wanna fuck you." His eyebrows knit together. "Why? Don’t you?"

"I do. But I kinda expected you to have, you know, thrown me against the wall or something by now."

"I might still do that. Just wanna talk for a bit, make sure you’re sober and all." He explains, reaching for his cup, and you mimic his motion, soothing the dryness of your throat. 

"Well" you ponder "I honestly feel a bit tipsy, but I’m conscious."

"Do you want some time to be sure?"

"Nah, I’m sure." He nods. "Are you drunk?"

"Not nearly." Namjoon presses his lips into a tight line, before saying: "I also wanna know your limits."

"My limits?"

"Yeah, I wanna know what you don’t like."

"Oh" you huff out a laugh, dumbfounded "that’s nice. You seriously ask that to everyone you hook up with?"

"I like to."

"Okay, uhm…" you sip your water. "I’m not really into degradation and, although I said I like it rough, I would appreciate it if you didn’t hit me or anything." He nods, waiting for you to continue. "I also don’t feel comfortable with ass stuff. Oh, and do you have condoms?"

"Yes."

"Then I think that’s it. Maybe just don’t try anything freaky before telling me?"

"Sure, no problem."

"What about you?" He cocks his head to the side, considering you for a second.

"There isn't much I'm not willing to do, honestly, so really? Just don’t want you to lie or fake stuff. I want you to tell me if I’m doing something wrong."

"I can do that."

Namjoon rounds the counter, stopping in front of you before helping you stand.

"Up." He commands, head tilting in the direction of the counter, and you jump to sit on it.

"There’s only one problem." You say, guiding him between your legs.

"What?"

"I’m soaking wet right now."

"That can’t be comfortable." He traces soft circles on your thighs.

"It isn’t. And it’s your fault, big boy." You pout.

Namjoon sucks his lower lip between his teeth, dark lust cloaking his eyes.

He gets closer, hands coming to your ass, giving it a little squeeze. Damn, he absolutely loves your butt.

"But I’ve barely done anything."

"I’m painfully aware of that." You whine, seeking more contact.

"Are you normally that impatient, baby?"

"Do you normally take this damn long to fuck someone?"

You wanna smack that smug out of him.

"You sure you can take it if I’m rough with you, princess?"

"You sure you can be rough with me, sweet boy? Cause you’ve been all talk and no—"

He smashes his mouth against yours before you could finish.

Namjoon’s lips seem like velvet on yours — despite the pressure, despite the thirst with which he drinks you up. He moves his lips in a way that almost feels like too much, like you won’t be able to take it, but the taste of lust coats your mouth so deeply that you’re intoxicated.

His hands memorize your body, grabbing your neck to tilt your head to the side before you open your mouth to meet his hot tongue, flicking it with yours.

You explore his mouth, happy to swallow all of his breathy groans as Namjoon tightens his grip on your ass, pulling you to drag on his bulge and grunting at the feeling, your body gasoline to his fire.

He can barely concentrate on the kiss, and you’re not much better, the initial eagerness developing into a sloppy make out session — fuck technic, how can one focus when Namjoon’s cock is so deliciously rubbing against you?

He starts to kiss down your jaw, wet lips tracing your sensitive flesh, taking your neck as his canvas.

You couldn't be more thankful for not having any more meetings to attend until being back to Busan, because you definitely don't own enough makeup to hide the purple marks he leaves behind. 

He cups your boob, squeezing it in a way that has you parting your lips in a whimper.

"Fuck princess, you’re so responsive."

His palm slithers beneath your shirt, caressing the soft flesh of your stomach before he tugs your top off of you.

"Take this off for me, baby." He commands, voice low in your ear as he brushes the thin lace of your bra.

And you obey, unclasping it and letting it fall somewhere near your top.

You're not ashamed or timid in the slightest when you lean back on the counter to let him take in as much as he wants from you, a tiny smirk crossing your lips. Your confidence makes Namjoon crazy, but you can't help it. You feel so hot under his gaze, you could let this man do anything to you.

"You’re so fucking gorgeous. Like, honestly, what the fuck." You giggle.

"Come back here then, sweet boy."

He kisses down your body, from your neck to your collarbone before he finally reaches your tits.

He closes his mouth around you, swirling his tongue around your nipple as his thumb finds your other breast, flicking over your hard nub and eliciting a loud cry out of your pretty lips.

Namjoon seriously feels like he could drown in your sweet sounds.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging a handful and making him groan, vibration reverberating all through your chest.

A string of saliva attaches his lips to your tits as he peppers down kisses between the valley of your chest to regard your other boob, latching onto your nipple and taking his hand to smear the wetness he left behind.

The tip of his tongue licks your nipple, and you buck into his hips.

"Fuck, Namjoon, I… I love your mouth." You pant.

"Love your tits."

And he certainly makes you feel so.

Your head falls back when his hand cups your pussy over your pants. The elongated moan you grace him with makes him pull at your waistband, quickly undoing your buttons.

You suck in a breath when his hand slips inside your panties, and the groan that leaves his throat is borderline painful as he finally feels you — his fingertips slightly spreading your folds as your slick coats his digits. 

"Damn, baby, you’re dripping." He says, breaking the pattern of kisses on your tits to look at your face.

"I fucking told you."

"Is all this for me?"

"Yeah, ba—" your words turn into a whine when his middle finger presses down your clit.

He chuckles, and you clench around nothing.

Namjoon feels like he's dreaming, seeing your head tilted back, your eyes closed shut as you squirm on his finger.

He pushes one digit inside your aching pussy, and you sob. Your wetness paired with the warmth of your walls pushes a moan out of his mouth, electricity going straight to his dick and coaxing him to push another finger inside.

"Good girl, soaking my fingers."

Namjoon’s attention is locked on your face, gauging your reactions carefully.

"Shit, baby, that's it" you shudder when his fingertips find your g-spot, and he starts to hit it restlessly, your walls sucking his digits inside.

You feel your breath scaping your lungs. Although Namjoon’s hand is somewhat restrained by your pants — which he didn’t mind taking off because they look so fucking good on you — the stretch of his fingers inside of you is maddening.

He's slowly working you up, heat coursing through your body and all the way to your scalp, the obscene sounds dripping from you only spurring you on.

You start to struggle to support yourself, feeling weaker by the minute, so you grab his upper arms, in an attempt to steady yourself. When you open your eyes, you’re met with deep, dark lust.

"I want to eat you out." He says, and you feel like you’re going to pass out.

"Fucking god."

You whine when Namjoon’s hand leaves your cunt, and he helps you down the counter.

You two stumble your way to his bedroom. Namjoon's arms hug you tightly against him as your hands pull at his hair in a messy kiss, the only worry in your minds is to remain linked.

Namjoon tosses you carelessly over his mattress, drawing a gasp out of you.

The sight of you on his sheets, bare chest glistening with his saliva, pants poorly undone and shifting as you try to relive the emptiness he left behind, makes Namjoon grope himself through his clothes, swallowing strained grunts.

You smirk at his distress, bringing your hands to your boobs and pushing them together to shove that grunt out of his throat. 

"You look so pretty like this, spread out for me."

"I bet you’ll find me prettier with your cock inside of me."

"You keep saying these things…" he closes his eyes, sighing heavily at the image you cast in his head. "I think I need to teach you some manners, dirty girl."

"I’m counting you’ll at least try." You smirk and Namjoon chuckles.

In a smooth motion, he takes his shirt off, exposing his broad, sculpted chest. Smug takes his face at the way you shamelessly gawk at him, and he kneels at the floor, hands harshly yanking you to the edge of the bed by your pants, before he finally slides them down your legs.

Namjoon straight out moans your name when he notices the large pool of arousal staining your panties.

"Damn, baby" his voice is barely audible and you squirm, shutting your legs to try and provide some friction. "You want to be fucked this bad?" His hands come up your thighs to part them, gaze transfixed in your core, layered by the thinnest lace of underwear.

"I want to be fucked this bad by— by you, fuck." You stutter as Namjoon lips meet your legs, biting and licking the soft flesh.

He trails soft kisses along your thighs, closing the distance to your cunt, but instead of touching you where you need him to, his lips simply. hover over you. You let out a low curse when he continues his path to your other thigh, licking and sucking roughly.

"Namjoon, please."

"Please what, princess? Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you."

"I want your lips."

"They’re right here." You whine.

"In my pussy." Your voice is pathetically high, but you couldn't care less.

"Since you asked so nicely" the look of his dimples between your thighs is the most beautiful obscene thing you've ever been graced with.

Namjoon shoves your panties to the side, and the way he curses your name out has you forgetting how to breathe.

"The prettiest fucking pussy, so fucking wet for me" he groans "I bet I could slip right in." And you’re sure he’s right, feeling your lust dripping down your ass.

Namjoon seems to like the way you squirm under him, because instead of fulfilling his promises, he blows a cold puff of air over your folds and the way you shudder has his dick twitching. 

"Namjoon, for fuck’s sake." He chuckles. "I'll fight you, I swear to god."

He brings his finger to glide up your entrance, effectively shutting you up.

Namjoon teases you, spreading your slick around your folds, leaving you all nice and sloppy for him, eyes flicking up to the way your chest rises and falls above him, but then falling back to your drenched cunt.

How are you supposed to survive the night if he keeps looking at you like that? Like you are sin incorporated? 

Namjoon finally brings his face to you, licking a long stripe along your pussy and collecting all your juices on his way up to your clit, where he swirls his tongue before sucking, hard.

You can’t help the loud cry that exits your throat, nor how it elongates when Namjoon hums in pleasure.

"You taste so fucking good."

One of your hands flies to his hair, twisting and pulling carelessly, while the other gathers his sheets in your fists.

You jolt your hips up to meet his face as he continues to lap at your cunt and when he drags the tip of his hot tongue to part your folds and pushes it inside your walls, Namjoon has to pin you down to prevent you from lifting off the bed.

"So fucking good, baby" you moan, fumbling with his hair.

"Yeah?" His deep voice against your heat makes your head fall back.

Namjoon feel his control dissolving pretty fucking fast as he takes in all that you can give him, arousal gushing out of you for him to feast.

His tongue explores your cunt and he softly takes your clit in between his teeth. You feel a sharp pressure growing in your stomach and you grind on his face seeking more of it.

"Shit! Do that again, please" you yelp, and he promptly nibbles down at your clit once more.

Namjoon starts to focus on your now swollen bundle of nerves, while he slides his hand down, and before you can process his intentions, you feel the delicious push of two of his fingers inside of your cunt.

The sound you let out has Namjoon’s mind blanking. You arch your back, squeezing your eyes shut as goosebumps crawl up your arms.

Namjoon lifts your legs to rest them on his shoulders, allowing himself to go deeper into you and he speeds up his movements, his fingers scissoring you open for him. Namjoon eats you up like his life depends on it, sucking the soul out of your body.

Sinful squelching and slurping noises fill his room, and Namjoon wants those sounds imprinted to his brain, your pussy loudly dripping for him.

In a sudden movement, he curves his fingers, hitting your sweet spot. Your breath tries to keep up with your racing heart while the knot in your belly threatens to snap.

You let go of his sheets, hand coming up your chest, cupping your boob just slightly before pinching your hard nipples, the sensitivity making you squirm, Namjoon's groan between your legs just spurring you on, the sight of you unraveling above him the most erotic thing he's ever seen — and to know he's the one making you shiver like that makes his cock painfully hard.

You rest your hand beside your head, trying to steady yourself somehow and failing miserably.

Your mind is empty, his tongue washing away any lingering thoughts or worries you’ve ever had, as if you know nothing but the feeling of his lips wrapping around your folds and the maddening drag of his fingers inside of you. 

When your legs start to shake and your walls clench around his digits, Namjoon slightly parts his lips from you, but without pausing his fingers — if anything, he starts to pump them faster.

"You gonna cum?"

You nod.

Your lower lip will definitely be bruised tomorrow.

"Words, baby girl."

"Yes! Yes, I’m close" you cry.

"Look at me." He demands, and you do as he says.

You support yourself on your elbows, meeting his firm gaze on you.

The sight of Namjoon between your thighs, chin glistening as your arousal drips from his mouth, and the fact that he still hasn’t stopped fingering you, make your whole body quiver, your stomach contracting hard, and you have to gather all your self control to not cum just from his looks.

Fuck, you wish you could take a picture.

"Want you to look at me when you come." You clench around his fingers. "Can you do that for me, princess?"

"Yeah" you are like… twenty percent sure you can.

Namjoon grins to himself in triumph. You’re already already this fucked out and he’s barely begun with you.

His mouth returns to your core. Honestly? Namjoon's knees are surely bruised from the hard floor, scraping whenever he moves further against you. But he couldn’t give less of a fuck as his tongue worships you in earnest, your name falling from his lips like prayer while his fingers stretch you so fucking good, pushing you to the edge of your orgasm.

"Jesus, Namjoon, that’s it" you feel silly, struggling to keep your eyes open.

"Cum for me baby. Cum on my face." He commands, register so low you barely hear him.

The feral look he directs you alongside his words make your orgasm hit you in a strong wave, your body lifting from the mattress and shaking vigorously. Namjoon’s hand spreads over your stomach to try and pin you down as he keeps his tongue lapping at you, drinking up all your essence and helping you ride out your high.

He groans at the way your browns shoot up your forehead, mouth silently parting as your head falls back.

You’re so fucking gorgeous when you cum.

You push his head away from you when your legs start to tremble from oversensitivity, searching for air.

Namjoon puts your panties back in place, the soaked clothing sticking to your eaten out pussy and making him hum, satisfied.

"That’s it, baby, you did so well for me."

"Fuck" you whisper, running your fingers through your hair. The shockwaves of your orgasm are still making you shiver when you pant, "what the fuck was that?"

Namjoon chuckles, slowly lifting himself from his bruised knees.

His stare on you falters when he darts his tongue out to collect your cum from around his mouth, eyes fluttering shut.

He climbs up the bed, careful not to crush you as he brings his lips to yours. You can taste yourself on his tongue, and he swallows the quiet whine you make before pulling away.

Namjoon takes his wet fingers and wraps around his mouth, sucking his fingers clean with his eyes closed.

When he looks at you again, something unreadable crosses his gaze before he gulps. "Can I spit in your mouth, pretty girl?"

Your reaction betrays your answer, thighs immediately pressing together as a new wave of arousal shoots through you at his request.

But Namjoon still waits until you say: "Fuck yeah, you can."

His smile is ridiculously innocent for the matter at hand.

"Then open up for me, princess."

And you do, parting your lips and sticking your tongue out as he grabs your jaw, hovering above you.

You close your eyes as a small globe of spit hits your tongue, and you swallow proudly, a content hum ripping from your throat. 

"Good girl, shit, that’s so hot."

He leans in to resume the kiss, making himself more comfortable between your legs. His clothed cock drags against your inner thigh.

Why is he still wearing pants?

"Namjoon" you call, between kisses.

"Uhm."

You take your hands to his torso, tracing freely and loving the way his skin shivers under your fingertips. From his broad shoulders to his firm abdomen, you explore his golden, sweaty skin above you, until you slide one of your hands down. Your palm touches his member, stroking it just slightly as you bathe in the broken moan he graces you with.

"Let me suck you off." You offer, feeling how hard — and thick, mind you — he is under your hand.

"Can you handle more?" His tone is teasing, but his look is genuine. 

You’re silent for a moment. What does he mean by that? Would he just… stop if you said no?

God, why is that so hot?

"Yeah, sweet boy. Wanna take care of you too."

The problem is that there’s no way Namjoon’s gonna last if you suck him off. He can barely control himself now, after tasting you and drawing all those sweet sounds out of you. His dick is already twitching under your half assed strokes, the slight discomfort from his pre cum staining his clothes a clear sign he needs to be inside you. He wants to make you cum again, but around his cock this time.

So he chuckles.

"Can you take it if I fuck you now?" You bite your lip, nodding. "Yeah? Tell me you want my cock, baby girl."

"I want you cock, Joonie." You spill, lips nearing his ear. "I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t walk tomorrow."

Maybe not your brightest idea, but at this point you don't give a shit. Namjoon is the only thought on your mind and if you came that hard just from his fingers, you can’t wait to see what his dick will feel like.

"Fuck, I love your filthy mouth." He groans. "Sure you don’t need some time?"

"Nah… maybe leave the riding for later, though?" A coy smile crosses your face.

"Sure" he smiles back.

Namjoon kneels back on the bed, wincing a bit when his sore knee touches the crumpled sheets. Ignoring it, he reaches for his wallet in his back pocket, taking a foil packet out of it.

He stands up, tossing the wallet aside before reaching for his belt.

"Let me" you ask, lifting yourself and sitting on your heels.

You take your hands to his thigh, caressing it before going to his belt, which you undo, eyes not daring to look away from his.

You bite your lip when your hands open his zipper, and you reach around him to grasp his pants, pulling them down slowly as he looks at you with nothing but lust, eyes tilting down to your bare chest.

"You honestly have the most amazing thighs."

He frowns in amusement. "Thanks?"

Usually you’re a big fan of reciprocity, and you might have considered taking your sweet fucking time with him, just like he did with you, if Namjoon hadn’t just give you one of the best orgasms of your life and if you didn’t feel arousal pooling again on your already soaked panties. So, instead, you just pull down his pants along with his briefs, his cock springing free.

Namjoon hisses at the feeling of the fabric dragging against his shaft, and you have to suck in a breath when you look at his thick member. It must be painful how hard he is at this point, dick angry and throbbing.

"Big boy indeed." You blurt out, making Namjoon laugh as he kicks his pants down his legs.

"Losing your confidence, princess?" Honestly? Namjoon has no business having such a pretty cock and being this hot. You feel like he should be illegal.

You curl your palm around his dick and give it a tentative pump. A long moan falls from his lips from finally receiving some attention.

"Namjoon?"

"Yeah."

"Can I at least taste you?" Are you fucking pleading?

He gulps.

"Please?" You pout.

He bites his lip — how could he ever say no to you looking up at him like that, the cutest pout on your lips, while you beg him to let you give him head? He'd give you anything.

"Shit, yes, you can."

You smile.

That's it. Namjoon's sure he's imagining you. Is he dreaming?

You inch closer, giving his tip an experimental lick and tasting his salty pre cum, riveting at the sweet sounds he lays out for you.

You spit on his shaft before you lick your way down him, smearing your spit all over his length, before giving his crown a light suck, prompting Namjoon to buck his hips into your mouth, and you welcome him.

You moan, feeling his weight on your tongue. He twitches between your lips when you hollow your cheeks.

You start to take him further, his tip grazing the back of your mouth while you pump what you can’t fit inside.

"Fuck, princess, you look so pretty sucking my cock." He groans, head tilting back for a second and squeezing his eyes shut.

When you start to bob your head faster, though, Namjoon gathers all his self control and pushes you away, and you release him with a small pop.

You pout, and his jaw tenses "why would you stop me then?"

"I wanna fuck you." He pumps his dick a few times, hand slipping easier with your saliva now coating him. "All I’ve been thinking about."

Namjoon rips the foil packet open with his teeth, securing the condom around himself.

You make a move to lay back on his mattress, but Namjoon shakes his head.

"Nah, baby, that’s not how I want you."

He slithers his arm around your torso, harshly turning you over. He yanks you by your waist, pulling your ass up to him. His hand runs down your spine, pressing your face on his sheets.

Namjoon positions himself behind you. His palm comes up to caress your ass before giving it a hard squeeze.

Namjoon parts your cheeks, and he brings his fingers to your folds, spreading them apart to stare at your pussy. He grunts upon noticing your cunt is already a mess for him again even if he’s just licked you clean.

"You got wet again from sucking my dick, princess?"

"You felt so good in my mouth."

Your words fuel him, and Namjoon doesn’t think twice before he inches closer and licks your folds, the tip of his tongue collecting your licking lust as he hums in pleasure.

"Sweetest fucking pussy" your eyes roll back.

Namjoon pulls away to admire the view. There are you, all pliant, waiting for his next action with your face pressed down his bed, your ass on display, pussy dripping in anticipation.

He never felt this fucking hard.

"God, you’re gorgeous. So beautiful for me like this."

He grips his cock, aligning himself with your entrance, but instead of just sinking it inside you, Namjoon drags his crown up and down your folds like he has all the fucking time in the world. Your spit mixing with your gushing arousal.

You groan — you wanna fight him.

"Namjoon" his name drips like sin from your lips.

"Uhm." He hums, distracted.

"Just fuck me already."

He smirks. 

"Now that’s no way of asking something, is it?" You groan. "Don't you wanna be a good girl for me?"

"Baby, please, can you fuck me? My pussy is so fucking wet right now." You whine, wiggling your ass, creating some, but not nearly enough, friction. "Please..."

Namjoon fucking loves your dirty mouth. "Good girl."

He slowly presses himself between your folds, shoving a loud moan from your throat.

You shudder from the intrusion, his tip deliciously splitting you up as it slides in your cunt.

"Shit, baby, you’re way too tight." He grunts. "Relax for me, princess."

Namjoon leans over you, his torso framing your back. He lays sweet kisses on your shoulders, and his hand on your hips starts to softly trace your skin, raising until he’s grabbing one of your boobs. He squeezes it, pitching your hard nipples.

His gentle touches make you melt, allowing for Namjoon to drag his cock further inside of you, finding little resistance as his thick cock stretches you up.

Your cunt engulf him so tightly that Namjoon feels his mind spiraling, and when his hips meet your ass, you both let out a shaky breath.

"Shit, I feel so fucking full."

He chuckles.

"Yeah, baby?"

"Yeah, fuck. Gimme a sec."

You roll your hips slightly to try and get used to his size, but he’s filling you up so good that the tiniest of movements makes his shaft drag against your walls, a quiet yelp falling from your lips.

"Ok." You gulp. "You can move."

Namjoon licks his lips and smirks, hands tightening on your hips.

"Hold tight, baby."

He slowly pushes himself out of you, but doesn’t give you time to feel empty as he immediately comes slamming back inside. You gasp, body jerking forward.

Your pussy welcomes him with each thrust, swallowing him with the most wet sounds you’ve ever heard, and you start to push your ass back to try and take him further between your tight walls.

His cock moves in a merciless pace, and you feel like you forgot how to breathe.

How the fuck does he know how to move his hips like that?

You’re exhilarated, mouth open but not a single sound coming out. Overwhelmed by his soft moans above you, by the way he stuffs your pussy full of him, by the way you can feel your legs wet with your arousal gushing from your core.

You try to get your shit together, prompting your ass back to meet his thrusts, and when you finally find his rhythm — but not without the help of his firm hands dragging you against him — the slapping sounds become so vulgar that you sob.

"That’s it, baby, that’s what you wanted, right?" He mumbles, voice barely coherent as his throbbing cock relentlessly drills your pussy. "To be fucked so hard, to be so stuffed you aren’t able to speak, hum?"

You hum, feeling like you’ll scream if you open your mouth.

Namjoon doesn’t like it, though. He hates the way you’re suppressing your pleasing from him.

"I thought I told you I wanna hear you losing it, baby. Where’s your filthy mouth?"

"So… you… so good, Namjoon… fuck" you stutter.

"You like it?"

"Yeah, shit, go harder."

His eyes flutter shut for a second.

"Anything you want, princess."

Namjoon shifts his legs, trying different angles to make you unable to hold your pretty sounds in. He attempts a couple of ways before he sets his left foot on the mattress, and when he resumes his thrusting a loud scream rips from your throat.

"That’s it, Namjoon, god, there. Please, do it again." You plea, voice pathetically high as you clench around him.

Your moaning is fuel to him, and he starts to fuck you as hard as he can, loving how you’re spiraling under him, tortured sounds finally reaching his ears.

"You feel so good, baby." You say and Namjoon growls.

Just as blissful as the sensation of his cock deep inside of your tight walls, is knowing that he’s making you feel on the fucking moon too. So, he seeks the same spot over and over again, his purpose clear.

You roll your hips, grinding on his cock.

God, it's such a shame you're not into degradation.

"Shit, princess, you’re so greedy, fucking yourself with my cock."

You push your ass back again, but this time you feel his balls slapping against your clit and you both falter as lightning courses through your bodies, making you constrict your pussy around him.

"Do that again, baby girl." He commands, and you fucking obey.

You clench around his cock again, and Namjoon goes feral.

His strokes are hard, but so fucking precise that the way he’s railing your pussy makes you feel like you’re losing your grip on reality. 

Shit, this is too fucking good, and Namjoon feels dizzy. If he wasn’t drunk before he certainly feels like it now, thoroughly enjoying the way you’re completely unraveling under him.

"You’re squeezing me so good, so fucking tight for me." He groans out.

His fingers dig into your flesh in a way that you’re sure it’ll definitely bruise — but you want it too. You want him to mark you all over with the evidence of how good he’s fucking you, of how good he’s making you feel.

Your mind is clouded. Your knuckles sore from how hard you’re clutching the sheets.

Namjoon’s so fucking satisfied, proud exuding from his body as he looks down at you on his bed, being fucked senseless as he drills his cock in and out of you, loud slapping and squelching sounds making it even more obscene.

"You take me so well, shit, such a good girl." Namjoon groans, hypnotized by the way your body rocks with the force of his thrust.

You could die a happy woman just from the way he praises you. His words making your stomach twists in what you’re sure will be another mesmerizing orgasm. 

"I could fuck you all night, baby, and I just know you’d take it."

"Yeah, Namjoon— I, I would." You yelp. "I will."

He has the audacity to chuckle. 

"I’ll hold you up on that offer later."

You’re already so close again. God, you don’t wanna come like this, you don’t wanna come so soon.

"Namjoon?" You call and he hums in response. "I wanna ride you."

Did he win the lottery or something? He feels like he doesn’t deserve it. God, he missed like, three essay deadlines this semester, he definitely doesn’t deserve it. 

"Fuck, yeah, baby, you can ride me."

He slips out of you, and wastes no time crawling to sit at the headboard.

Namjoon reaches out to hold you, helping you straddle him with your wobbly legs. He laughs when you take a deep breath, goosebumps all over your skin.

"You sure you can ride me, though?"

"Shut up" you hiss, trying to concentrate before you wrap your hand around his length and lift over him to align him with your entrance.

A shaky cry falls from your lips as you gradually sink in his dick. The stretch is completely different and his fat cock splits you open so deliciously that you somehow feel even fullen than before.

"Fuck, I love this position." He reads your thoughts.

You just nod, unable to think as you find purchase on his shoulders. When you’re finally fully seated, you feel like Namjoon's cock is touching your soul.

"Fuck, Namjoon, you’re huge."

His face is all scrunched up, brows knit together in pleasure, and you’re almost angry at how beautiful this man is. The nerve.

"God, this pussy so fucking tight."

You take a deep breath, and swiftly roll your hips over him. Namjoon’s head thumb back and you feel so fucking powerful when his hands grab your ass, trying to guide you over him to reproduce the feeling. So you grind on him again, making his cock reach spots you didn’t even know you had.

After rolling a bit more on his lap, you muster all the strength you can and lean back, planting your palms on his thighs — have you mentioned how fucking beautiful his thighs is? — before slowly raising yourself.

The second time you drag your pussy down his length is even more delicious, and it makes you feel so good that you feel like this is wrong in some way.

Ok, who are you kidding?

You’re both pure sin at this point. There’s no turning back from the obscenities you two said tonight.

So yeah, fuck it.

You muster all the strength you can as slowly start to move your hips up and down, regretting all the times your friends tried to convince you to exercise and you didn’t, because you can’t seem to find a pace.

But Namjoon, so very attentive to your needs, grabs your hips, helping you establish a sluggish pace — but a pace nonetheless.

You gradually start to feel more comfortable, more capable, and Namjoon’s grip on your waist is now more for his own sake than yours when your movements speed up.

Soon enough, you’re riding him in earnest, in a hard rhythm that makes you meet his pelvis each time, his thighs quiver under your weight in the most gorgeous way as you send Namjoon to the places he not long ago made you visit. 

A proud grin settles on your face, watching him grunt with each stroke. 

"You're so good for me, baby, letting me fuck you like a good boy" you echo his words, almost teasing, but your shaky tone betrays you.

"You fuck me so good, princess."

Shit, you feel lightheaded.

Namjoon bites his lip, eyes transfixed on your bouncing tits. He takes your boobs in his palms, caressing and grasping them softly, your sounds music to his ears.

Your gaze falls to his neck, not nearly enough marked by you, so you dive to his throat, tongue licking up to his ear before you start to kiss and suck harshly at his pulse points, making him moan loudly into your ear.

"You’re sweet and big for me" you say, clenching around him and you feel his dick twitching inside.

"Shit, baby, do it again." He asks, and you promptly close your walls around him again.

Namjoon’s not sure how long he’ll last with you on top of him like this, riding the soul out of his body while your lips worship his neck. But he needs you to come first — or rather, again, but this time around his throbbing cock.

Thankfully you’re not far. Your lower belly is contracting, nearing your high, and you’re so gone that you could tell Namjoon you love him at this point, you don’t even care — and you don’t think he does either.

"You’re so good for me, my pretty girl."

His? Shit, can you have that on paper?

"All yours, baby."

You yelp when Namjoon’s thumb finds your clit and starts rubbing you. The pad of his fingers spreads your wetness over your bundle of nerves, your heart ramming against your ribcage.

"Baby, I’m… I’m close." You're fucking panting, that's what you are.

"Thank god." He breaths. "Can I take over, princess?"

You nod, and Namjoon circles his strong arm around your waist, turning you without slipping his dick off of you.

When he suits himself above you, you immediately wrap your legs around his torso, and Namjoon starts to fuck you like he’s made for it. Fuck, why does he feel like he is, though?

His thrusts are relentless, but he uses his last working braincell to aim his cock against the spots he’s learned that make you cry louder — which you do.

Your hands grip at his hair, tugging hard as your head falls back.

You have to gather all the focus you possibly can to open your mouth, your voice barely a whisper.

"Choke me, baby."

Namjoon gulps.

"What."

"Please, choke me."

"Shit, princess." Is this what dying feels like?

Namjoon closes his hand around your neck, fingers pressing down your pulse points as he feels your erratic heartbeat slightly soothing under his fingertips. Why is this so hot?

Your every sensation is heightened. His cock heavenly railing you, his hot breath fanning against your sweaty skin, the loud sounds that fall both from where your bodies meet and from his mouth.

It takes barely a minute before white spots blur your vision. The tight not in your stomach snaps so fucking hard a scream leaves your parted lips.

Namjoon wants to know how to immortalize the way your face scrunches up when you come — would you let him do it again just so he can picture it?

The force of your orgasm makes your pussy clench hard around his cock, and you milk him and your body quivers violently. When your back arches from the bed, his bed, he swears you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen.

His thrusts become shallow, and you’re still rocking with the afterwaves of your orgasm, fighting through the overstimulation when Namjoon feels his own high approaching, so he quickly pulls himself out of your cunt.

He rips the condom off of his cock, tossing it wherever for him to mind later, and starts to pump himself above you. And what a fucking sight to behold.

"Come for me, baby, you’ve been so good, I want you to come all over me."

And like the good boy he is, Namjoon immediately does.

His hot white cum paints your belly just like he promised, a guttural groan leaving his throat as he empties himself over your stomach until he’s thoroughly spent.

You look down, wetting your lips before you bring your finger to your belly. You collect his cum with a flicker of your finger, and take your hands to wrap your mouth around, tasting his salty orgasm with a satiated hum.

Namjoon shudders. In that second, he wants nothing more than to come again just to see you eat his cum out of you once more.

"You’re a fucking menace, you know that?"

You smile innocently, and he falls beside you on his sheets.

Namjoon’s breath is uneven, and he brings his hands to push his hair out of his face.

You turn to him, a large grin on your lips. Namjoon’s eyes find yours.

"What?" His lips curve upwards.

"Fuck, sweet boy, I think I’m in love."

You two start giggling, you shake your shoulders in pure mirth while his laugh reverberates all through his body — you both find those sounds just as attractive as the obscenes ones you were eliciting just now.

It takes some time before your shared amusement softly becomes small snickers. 

"Still with the sweet thing?"

"You’re the best I’ve ever had, baby, you’re definitely my sweet boy." He takes his lips in his teeth, shaking his head. 

"I’m the best, huh?"

"Hell, yeah, I’m fucking giggling, Namjoon. Really, what the fuck."

"You’re the best pussy I’ve ever had. I honestly couldn’t be happier your brother bailed on you."

"Shut up." You playfully shove his shoulder, chuckling.

"Seriously, though, introduce me to him, I need to thank him."

"Don't ruin it." You joke.

You both fall into a comfortable silence, collecting your breaths.

"Wait, be right back."

Namjoon lazily gets on his feet, grabbing the used condom from the floor and heading to his bathroom, closing the door.

He returns a couple minutes after, a towel in his hand as he crawls back to bed and starts to gently clean your stomach, reaching your pussy and easing the mess he’s made of you.

"Thanks."

"Don’t mention it." You try to get out of bed, but your shaky legs make you stumble as you get up.

Namjoon quickly helps you steady yourself, a proud smile curving his lips.

"Can I use your bathroom?"

"Sure."

"Uhm… also, do you mind if I stay the night?" You ask, glancing at the clock on his bedside table, noting it’s way past one in the morning.

"Princess, I expect you too." Namjoon smirks. "We’re not nearly done."

Namjoon somehow can look even better in the morning.

You wake up feeling his serene heartbeat beneath your ear, his arms enveloping you and your legs entangled.

You’ve been just peacefully staring at him for around ten minutes now.

At first it was because you feel like you’ve been hit by a bus, sore to the bones. But then, it was because he’s just so damn beautiful you couldn’t help it.

He takes a deep breath, stretching his limbs as he wakes up, yawning loudly. You inch closer and give him a quick peck on his cheek, before resting your chin on his chest.

"Good morning, pretty girl" he smiles, opening his eyes and tugging you closer.

"Morning, sweet boy."

"How long you’ve been awake?"

"Not sure. Ten minutes?"

"Wow, and you’ve just been staring at me? That's so creepy." You roll your eyes, and he chuckles.

Neither of you speaks for another couple of minutes, bathing in the calmness of the morning.

"You ok?" He asks.

"Yeah. Really sore, though."

"Well, you asked for it."

"I did, didn’t I?" You grin. "And you gave it to me like the good boy you are." You tease, kissing his lips.

He reciprocates the touch, but neither of you takes it further.

So. Fucking. Tired.

"I see I wasn’t able to teach you how to behave."

"I’m a lost cause, but I appreciate the effort." He huffs out a laugh, closing his eyes.

"What time is it?"

You turn on his hold to face his clock. "Almost ten."

"Hum."

Namjoon doesn’t make any move to get up, and you start to look over his room. For some reason, you didn’t pay it the slightest attention the night before.

"You in college?" You ask, when you notice tons of books piled on the floor near his dresser.

"Yeah, in my last year."

"Uhm, so pretty boy is also intelligent." He snickers.

"My good looks can be deceiving."

"I was deceived indeed. You have such a dirty mouth, I was baffled." He shoves you away from his grip, groaning.

"You're one to say, the filthiest girl I’ve ever met."

"The filthiest? You flatter me." You laugh, as he playfully pushes you to the other side of the bed. "Oh c’mon, you liked it."

He smiles. "Yeah, I did."

He’s so tender you almost feel shy.

"What do you study?"

"Literature."

"It suits you." You say, scanning his face.

"Thanks, I really like it. But what about you? Aren’t you in college?"

"I graduated last year."

"What you do?"

"Architecture."

"That’s nice."

"Yeah. I’m on a work trip, actually."

"You’re not from here?"

"No, I live in Busan."

"Oh. My roommate is from Busan."

"You have a roommate?" You ask, mortified, but Namjoon chuckles.

"Don’t worry, he was out. He didn’t hear the way you were screaming last night." You shake your head, a smile on your face. Namjoon breathes deeply before lifting to a sitting position on the bed. "Want some breakfast?"

"Yeah, I’d like that. Let me just use the bathroom real quick."

"Ok. Do you like toast? That’s basically the only thing I can make."

"Finally!"

"What?" He frowns.

"Finally you have a flaw, oh my god, I was losing hope" you say dramatically, raising your arms.

"Can't have you falling in love now, can I?" He jokes and you laugh.

Namjoon gets out of bed and you follow, heading for the bathroom and closing the door behind you.

He smiles to himself, shaking his head.

He makes his way to his kitchen, finding his roommate already there, eating his breakfast.

"Morning." He announces himself, and Jimin turns to him.

"Hey, man" he smiles mischievously, cocking his head in the direction of your clothes lying on the floor "how was the party last night?"

Namjoon's brief concern for forgetting to gather the clothes you took off in the kitchen quickly dissolves into a smirk.

"The party? Oh, I kept it in my room."

"All night?"

"All fucking night." They both chuckle. "She’s in the bathroom, so please be civil when she comes here."

Namjoon goes to his cabinets, grabbing some bread to prepare you something to eat.

"Sure, man."

"What about you? You arriving now?"

"I came home around six, I think, so I just crashed. Woke up half an hour ago."

"And how was it with that guy?"

"It was mid. But hey, it was worth the shot. Even if he has no fucking game he's still hot as fuck."

"Sorry to hear that." Jimin shrugs. 

"And what about this girl, huh?"

"Man, this girl…" Namjoon trails off, shaking his head "so fucking hot, I felt like I was dreaming."

"Really? You seeing her again then?"

"Don’t think so, she’s not from here."

"That’s too bad."

"Yeah, it’s whatever. By the way, do you wanna hang out later? There’s this music festival going on and I have no one to go with."

"Don't know, I’m probably going out with my sister today, she flew from Busan to see me."

"Oh nice. Maybe you could introduce us."

"Yeah, if she’s down maybe we can all go together to this festival." Namjoon nods.

He leans on the counter, facing Jimin, and smiles once he sees you coming from the hall.

"Hey, pretty girl."

Jimin turns back when Namjoon acknowledges you.

"Oh, hey sis!" Jimin greets automatically — before freezing completely.

Both yours and Namjoon’s eyes widen in terror.

"Chim?!"

"Wait— she’s your sister!?"

"Jimin’s your roommate from Busan?"

You stand still in the hallway, watching mortified as your brother's face contorts in a grimace, realization hitting him before he shoots his friend a deadly glare.

"God, Namjoon, you fucked my sister?!"

"I didn’t know it was your sister!"

"Man, you’re fucking gross!"

"The fuck’s that supposed to mean?!" You ask, indignant.

"My sister’s not hot!"

"Jimin?!"

"Can’t agree with you on that one, man, sorry." Namjoon argues.

"Those are my sister’s clothes, man?" He continues, ignoring what his friend said for his mental health’s sake, before he turns to you. "And you’re wearing his clothes? What the fuck?!"

"Jimin, stop being a child."

"You came to Seoul to fuck my roommate?!"

"You’re the one who stood me up last night. To fuck, may I remind you."

"Thanks for that, by the way." Namjoon interjects, winking at you, and a small smile crosses your lips before Jimin groans, exasperated.

"Seriously, man?! And what the hell happened to your neck, did he fucking punch you?"

"God, no! I just cho—"

"Shut up! God, I can’t fucking look at your two right now, unbelievable." He says, getting up in a hussle before striding to his room, cursing under his breath.

You and Namjoon are left alone in the kitchen, silence filling the room.

You gauge his expressions, realizing he’s doing the same.

"Thank fuck he wasn’t here last night." Namjoon says after a while, and you can’t contain the laugh that escapes past your lips.

"You really had to thank him, though?" Namjoon bites his lips. 

"I'd feel bad if I didn't. Mom taught me to be grateful." He bites his lip. "Do you still want that toast?"

You smile. "Sure, sweet boy."

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[lalunanymph]

𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 '𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲' 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

cw. breeding kink, money kink (I found out that this is a thing from twt lmaoo), soft dom!Kaku, dirty talk, language, tease + denial, fingering, jealous Sanzu, explicit sex, mentions of casual sex, begging, slight nipple play, belly bulge kink, Daddy kink (duh) 

a/n. BEFORE anyone makes a request or takes this the wrong way, I'm here to remind y'all that I am not a request blog. I just write shit that won't stop haunting my thoughts in any format be it in long-ass series or even headcanons. okay? okay.

➫ Haitani Ran

“Fucking—shit, how are you always s’tight for me?” Ran’s slurred words collided insistently with the side of your cheek, much like how his cock was currently hitting the most delicious angle deep in you.

Your moans were bouncing off the walls of the luxurious hotel bedroom, mimicking the jiggling of your tits as Ran set a harsh pace; practically drilling into you. Mind a completely blank slate, you were sure you were drooling, babbling sentences that were barely strung coherently together.

Yes, please, more, fuck me more Ran, fuck me Daddy—

That last one has his thrusts faltering, and he stills for a second, sweeping his glassy gaze over your fucked out expressions. Your mewls for him to pick up his speed were ignored in favor of a shit-eating grin spreading across his plush lips.

“What did you call me?”

You gasp, digging your nails into his shoulder. Ran doesn’t mind the pain; in fact, he loves it. If only he could get you out of your fucked out space to hear that dulcet word slip past your kiss-swollen mouth.

“D-daddy,” you moaned, clumpy lashes a tell-tale sign that he was making you cry in the best of ways. “Daddy—please! Need you to fuck me now.”

How can he refuse his pretty baby when she begs so nicely?

“Fuck—you gonna make me a real Daddy now?”

With the way he's plowing into the slick cavern of your pussy, gripping onto the flesh of your thighs, you’re hard pressed to deny his request.

➫ Haitani Rindou

Growing up as the youngest Haitani, Rindou never really paid much mind to chart a solid future. That was more of Ran’s style. He liked to think he had all the time in the world. Sure, he’s been called Daddy before—by nameless and faceless women he discarded hours of his life between sheets that never held much significance to him.

But it was never this way… and never with you.

His perfect girlfriend bouncing on his cock, one thumb lazily tracing sinful circles on your clit and numerous bite marks littering your neck was one sight he could not forget. How you threw your head back, biting down on your already bruised lower lip, all because he was making you feel this way—Rindou was the furthest thing from a religious man but in this instance, he thinks this is the closest slice to heaven on this damned earth he could get.

“Daddy, more,” your whimpered confession made him snap his attention to you, somnolent dark eyes widening.

“What’cha say, pretty?” he slurred, the lust pounding almost painfully in his veins, translating to his cock throbbing at your whiny pleas.

“Rin… please… please—Daddy—”

He doesn’t know what possesses to pound into your cunt like a madman, but the friction is all too much, all too hot and white and blinding and he—

“Fuck!”

Warm spurts fill you to the brim and he slams his head back onto the pillow, panting harshly.

“Damn, baby,” you didn’t have to look at him to hear the pout in his voice. “At least give a man some warning before you pull shit like that—didn’t even make you cum in time. Tch.”

Perhaps planning for a future where he’s really a daddy to your perfect babies would not be such a far fetched idea.

➫ Kokonoi Hajime

As with everything with Kokonoi—there had to be a value, a dollar bill, or some significance to what he did. If there was something that did not catch his attention, or—god forbid—his impulsive lust for more, Koko would not be interested in it.

That was until he met you.

Money, signs, numbers… it all went out of the window. Enough was never enough when it came to you. He worked hard for his money and what better way to show you how much you mean to him than indulging in your favorite dirty little secret.

Thumbing the thick wad of dollar bills, he kept his sharp gaze on you, tongue poking out lavisciously to take in the sight of your body shaking, the purple vibrator humming right on your clit.

“Haji—ngh.”

“A hundred thousand yen,” he whispered, voice a low, gravelly octave from the show you were putting on for him. As someone who loved money, meeting you seemed like a jackpot—a nympho who got turned on by powerful men who counted their cash in front of her. He was never one to kink-shame, but the both of you just made sense; especially when you fixed your lachrymose eyes on his with such a look of desperation that it made his cock throb.

“C-can I come now?”

“Hmm,” he drawled and started counting again, right from the start, “maybe after this round, baby.”

You whimpered, arching your back. “Daddy, please—I can’t h-hold it off much longer.”

Huh. That was a new one. To his surprise, his slacks grew tighter and his logical reasoning, his internal money clicker snapped—he was on you in a heartbeat, tossing the toy and crisp bills aside to plunge his thick fingers right into your waiting walls.

For a split second, Hajime Kokonoi admits that there was nothing more valuable in the world than your sweet cries for him and the clench of your pussy as he finally granted you your high.

➫ Hitto Kakucho

Shy. Sweet. That was how you had described Bonten’s number 3 when you first met him a year ago during your first mission after joining Japan’s most dangerous criminal organization.

Patient, that was another word that came into mind. But, when he had your thighs splayed, his fingers coated in your slick and his dark eyes latched onto how tight your pussy was sucking his digits in—you come to find that you hate that word with every fiber of your heart.

“Kaku,” your whines were endearing and it would’ve made him smile if he wasn’t so focused on rubbing your clit the right way. Your nipples were such a pretty shade of flushed red from his pinching and pulling, your pussy all but drooling down his wrist. He reasoned that of course, he could’ve easily given you what you want—but where would the fun be in that?

Your sweet keens made his still clothed cock jump and he kissed the juncture between your neck and shoulder softly. “You’re doing so good for me, baby.”

“Ngh—Daddy, please just fuck me already—fuck!”

One second, you were in the seat of his lap, and the next, your back was pressed onto the bed, his juice-coated fingers knuckle deep in your parted mouth, his cock a hard length against your thigh.

Kakucho Hitto may be a patient man, but even saints had an end to their tether and it could not be more obvious when he leans down, dark hair falling in his face and whispers,

“Call me that again and I may just be nice for tonight, baby.”

➫ Haruchiyo Sanzu

There were quite a few things in this world that could easily push Sanzu towards the edge; his favorite peddler fucking up and finding himself behind bars, his favorite restaurant running out of his preferred liquor, even a car swerving into his lane without the adequate signal time could push him into an enraged frenzy.

Since meeting you, he had tried to rein in the fury—that sickening pit in his gut that told him you’re going out of control again, Haruchiyo.

But when he saw you in that red dress, flirting with that man in his own fucking bar, Sanzu does not hold back.

He didn’t even give you a chance to refute, dragging you into the empty VIP room, glaring daggers at any employee who was still lingering around until they eventually got the message.

Sanzu doesn’t waste any more time—one hand around your throat, your panties in shreds down on the sticky ground, and his cock bullying itself into your gummy heat. Your moans echo around the room, your palms splayed over his bare chest, sweat slicking and running in bullets between your heated bodies.

“Haru—Jesus, fuck—slow down!”

He doesn’t heed you, not when your body contradicts your words and he finds your pussy drooling on his cock; rings of cream already forming on the base of his length.

“This’ll teach you to fuck around with me,” he snarls and practically grips your hips in a bruising hold to fuck into you like you were some cheap cocksleeve.

“Ngh—oh God, oh God—”

“No God, baby,” he grunted, those fiery ice-blue eyes and scarred lips stretched into a smile exacerbating his unhinged countenance. “Just me.”

The sound of your pussy squelching has him higher than the strongest drugs and he tightens his grip on you, about to fucking blow and leave you unfulfilled when you whimper, “Wanna cum, Daddy.”

His thrusts falter, and the grip you have in his pink hair is far too tight, almost prickling his scalp but it’s second to the flutter of your cunt when you utter those words again. Daddy. Daddy, fuck me.

Sanzu doesn’t allow himself to think twice before your dulcet moans and you—his sweet, pure-as-the-first-snow girlfriend—send him over the edge of control for the first time in his barely-constricted life.

➫ Sano Manjiro

As the head of Bonten, Mikey constantly has to put on a facade that he is unaffected—with the unbearable weight of his men’s safety and an empire on his shoulders, he was not afforded the respite to even falter.

A shootout? He’s barely fazed. A man waving a gun in his face? He would be dead in a second, anyway, so it wouldn’t matter.

Shelf it, compartmentalize and only run over it at a convenient time—that was how he conducted things in his mind. Well, until he found you asleep in bed in nothing but his shirt on.

Needless to say, Mikey had your knees hooked to your ears, his cock thrusting into you with the same languidness that his gaze held as it traversed over your wet cheeks. His first thought was that you were such a pathetic little thing with only his cock on your mind—otherwise, why would you tempt him like this?

The second thought?

“Daddy—you’re—nnghhh—so deep in me.” You hiccup and use your free hand to touch your lower belly, the other intertwined with his. “Can feel you here.”

… what was his second thought?

Mikey doesn’t know nor does he care; not when a grin breaks free from his slate-like expression at your sweet whimpers.

Falter he did, but to hear that mind-breaking word slip from your intumescent lips again? For once, he welcomes those dark impulses that are now intertwined with lust.

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[mxchellesworld]

swim

Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings; smut, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, degradation, light choking, creampies, slight thigh riding

Synopsis; during a night out with your friends you spot a tall man in a dark suit with an even darker look in his eyes

a/n; this is literally just smut with very little plot lmaoo uhh i’ve been struggling in my smut writing/writing in general so here’s this, hope its not completely trash and you enjoy!

fic inspired by swim by chase atlantic, bc god knows i can't write anything original sdhfdh

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It was 10 o’clock when your girlfriends rounded you up for a night out, hopefully full of sweet drinks and good company. By 11:30 you were happily buzzed and the feelings of warm bodies around you brought a heat to your lower stomach. Maybe tonight you’d go home with someone, wake up the next morning with that delicious sense of soreness between your legs. The only task at hand was finding a companion.

Once the current song ended you walked over to the bar grabbing a water and taking a seat next to your friends.

“How are the prospects lookin tonight y/n/n?” Jessica, the short brunette you’d known for years asked. Being around her had rubbed some of her boldness onto you. Hopefully that could make an appearance tonight.

“No luck so far,” you sighed “but my eyes are wide open.” You brought the straw to your lips, gulping down the cool water as you looked around the dimly lit room.

“Woah check out suit and tie over there. He’s been checking you out for a while,” chimed Erika. While she has happily taken, that didn’t stop her from going out with you guys and pushing you into random laps.

You looked up to see the darkest pair of brown eyes on yours. Maybe it was the lighting but here was something in them. Lust perhaps? His eyes travelled down your frame as you stood up. The tight lilac dress you had on hugging each of your curves perfectly.

"I'm gonna get some air, let me know if you guys wanna head out," you said never letting your eyes drift away from the handsome stranger a few feet away.

Once outside you let your back hit the brick wall. The music from the building could be felt vibrating through the cracks. You looked up seeing the stars barley visible through the city lights.

"Contrary to popular belief you can never see millions of stars, they simply aren't close and bright enough. On a really exceptional night, with no moon and far from any source of lights, a person with very good eyesight may be able to see 2000-2500 stars at any one time."

You turned to see the same man from inside. He was gorgeous, a light stubble grazing his cheeks, long hair falling past his ears. He was a lot taller than you had thought probably taller than 6'0 but all that made you think about was him towering over you.

"Did you make that up off the top of your head? Or do you approach all your conquests with astronomy facts?"

"That depends do you usually let strange men corner you behind bars or am I just special?" he said walking closer to where you stood.

"Touche Mr."

"Doctor actually."

There was a brief pause where you both let out a giggle. The dark eyes from before seemed lighter and you cold almost make out a blush on his cheeks. The lack of alcohol on his breath told you it was from the conversation, though there was nothing to be flushed about yet.

“But seriously a pretty girl walking out to a back alley late at night is just a recipe for disaster,” he finished scanning both ends.

“Well do you plan on hurting me doctor?" you said coyly. You did you best to flutter your lashes looking up at him.

"Is that what you want?" he said letting one of his hands tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear. That same hand ended up resting loosely around you neck making you gulp.

"Yes," you breathed out, "please doctor."

He wasted no time in crashing his lips to yours. You moaned into his mouth as he slid his thigh in between your own. His unoccupied hand went down to your hip, slowly guiding the pace of your frantic rutting.

Your lips parted as your head tilted back onto the brick wall. A symphony of whimpers leaving your mouth.

"Look how desperate you are for me. I haven't even done anything and you're already such a mess," he said leaving wet kisses, cooling on your scorching neck.

"Oh fuck doctor," you said clinging onto his arms, "need y'to fuck."

The power he had over you turned your brain to mush. It was sad how quickly he had you melted in the palm of hand without even doing much but kissing. At this point you didn't even care. The only thought swimming in your head was having him inside you.

A pout formed on your lips as his hands dropped from your frame. However it was quickly wiped away as you heard the familiar sound of a belt unbuckling.

"Is this what you needed baby? You need my cock to stretch you out?" he said pulling your hips closer to his.

You looked up at him for permission before you reached forward to pump your hand along his shaft. He lifted your right leg, hooking it over his arm as he pulled the thin material separating the both of you to the side.

Guiding his length to your glistening folds was a sight you'd want engraved in your brain forever. The first intrusion of his fat tip in your tight hole had you mewling a mix of curses and his title.

All you could do was wrap your arms around his neck and hold on for dear life as his thrusts gained speed. The sound of your skin slapping luckily wouldn't have been heard through the door with the loud music playing inside. But anyone who walked by the alley or decided it was time for a breath of air would surly be in for a show.

"Fuck you're such a good little whore for me," he said gruffly against the skin of your shoulder, "letting me fuck you out here where anyone could see."

Your pussy clenched at his words and your moans amplified as he continued to pound into you. The curve of his cock hitting the spot inside of you that had you seeing all the stars in the sky contrary to what he said before.

"More doctor! Please wanna cum," you whined.

He made a noise of disapproval before pushing you back farther into the wall. At this point you and the red bricks were one. You were sure to have crescent marks on how hard he was holding up your thigh.

"Greedy little whore aren't you," he gritted out, "You take whatever I wanna give you."

"Please I need it! Need t'cum please please please," you rushed out bucking your hips to meet each one of his thrusts.

His hold on your hip got tighter as he started drilling into you. You could feel his heavy breathes on your shoulder and the way his cock was throbbing inside you ready to fill you up.

Your mind was dizzy. It felt like you were in a bubble of him, the scent of his cologne trapped in your senses. Your nerves were on fire, any pressure on your neglected bud would be sure to set you off.

It was as if the gods had answered your prayers when he spoke, "I can feel you clenching around me baby. Go ahead and touch yourself for me," he rasped out.

Reaching between yourself you felt the slippery mess where you both connected and started rubbing at your stiff clit. Your fingers sent lighting strikes through your body, breaking the damn that was building in your lower tummy.

"Gonna cum! I'm oh god cumming doctor," you all but yelled out. If people walking around the corner were unaware of the spectacle they sure would be now.

"That's it.. such a good girl."

Your arms around his neck let up as you pulled him in for a sloppy kiss. His lips swallowing the moans you let out as he helped you ride out your orgasm.

"Where do you want-," he tried to speak out but you cut him off.

"Inside," you begged, "Need to feel you cum inside." His thrusts turned frantic as you spoke against his lips. Pleading for hum to fill you to the brim with his seed.

You sighed as you finally felt the warm liquid coat your walls, his thrusts continuing to pump into you.

He pulled out stepping back to watch the creamy mess spill down your center before be swiped it away with his fingers, bringing them up to your awaiting mouth.

Happily you took his fingers in your mouth, moaning around them at the salty taste of your mixed release. You looked up at him keeping your gaze on the sliver of brown around his dilated pupils.

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Walking back into the bar Jessica and Erika's eyes nearly popped out of their heads as they took in the limp in your walk and your disheveled hair.

"You whore!," Erika screamed out greeting you with pats on the shoulder.

"Shut up," you said looking down feeling the heat rising to your cheeks.

Jessica giggled handing you her compact mirror, "Yeah I bet we're not the only ones who called her that," she finished with a raise of her brow.

Looking back up across the bar you saw the same dark eyes from before staring at you with a smug smile, proud how much of mess he left you in. If the little business card tucked in your bra told you anything, it was that the stunt from outside would be far from the last.

[skeetlebeetle]

nooooo andrea was gonna be spared but she took the poisoned water now she’s gonna dieeeee

aaaand she splashed it in mario’s face yuuuup they’re both gonna die TO DEATH

aaaaaand mario called kurt a faggot cool cool cool

25:27 classic joe keery voice crack

mario called kurt a beta lmaoo

THE FUCKING GUMMY BEAR SONG IS PLAYING

27:06 “let there be light” did he not say this the first ep of s3 stranger things?? or am i insane. probably

THIS SHIT IS INSANE KURT JUST DRILLED A LADY’S FACE OPEN ALSO I THINK HER GAY BEST FRIEND GOT MAULED BY DOGS????!

ok so kurt is naked and in the shower rn and uh just said “you guys wanna see my boner” so i skipped forward and uh does this mean that joe’s dick pics r on the internet now or did it not actually show?? i guess i’ll never know. schroedinger’s dick

uno is gonna diiiieeee yep she’s dead also kurt just got caught by police officers OH MY GOD UNO IS ALIVE AND SHOT A COP

kurt hates homeless people but only bc they have no social media presence HIS ENTIRE CAR FLIPPED OVER

kurt survived somehow HES GONNA FUCKING SHOOT HER no wait maybe not.. ok i think jessie is safe…

kurt is gonna kill sum poor old man. or maybe the old man’s gonna kill him??

nooooo jessie and her weirdo pal r gonna get in the car w kurt. ohhh god jessie is gonna die oh god oh god oh god

istg if kurt rapes jessie i’m going to cry. why am i watching this why why why

andrea is fucking choking kurt get hiiim!!!

i think he knocked her out oh god he’s dragging her out of the car. ok ok ok no no no no i swear to god ok he’s killing her. i cant believe i’m saying this but honestly i prefer this to her being raped while unconscious like i don’t think i can watch that shit

OH MY GOD JESSIE IS DRIVING KURT’S STOLEN CAR AND GETTING AWAY DUUUUDE SHES GONNA RUN HIM OVER???! kurt is killing her oh my god why would she try to run him over JUST DRIVE AWAY

i think she just stabbed him in the face???! ok now RUN what is she still doing in the house DID KURT KILL THE MOM WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON

oh my god kurt is shooting everyone

GET OUTTA THERE JESSIE GOOOOO

i think kurt is dead??! nonono he’s alive? I THINK JESSIE KILLED KURT

ok movie is over um. i. i don’t. would recommend? i don’t know. uh. it’s definitely a movie. joe keery’s acting continues to be incredible. uhm. yea

now that i’ve watched free guy and all of stranger things, i am aspiring to watch every film or show w joe keery in it which is unsurprisingly not a lot cuz his acting timeline pretty much goes: a sprinkle of b movies, STRANGER THINGS, surge of post stranger things content. i think i can achieve this goal. i’m off to see spree. i’ll keep you updated

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starstruck | (m)

pairings: rockstar!eren yeager x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw, penetrative sex, fingering, creampie, roughness, drug use, explicit language

words: 4.4k+

summary: you and your friend decide to sneak backstage at your band’s favorite concert and the vip treatment you recieve is more than you bargained for.

inspired by 

a/n: you know the drill :p obey (with YUNGBLUD) by bring me the horizon it’s literally not a sexy song so don’t go in listening to it expectin to get horny LMAOO it’s just the kind of sound i imagined eren’s band to have, but it was sexy to me bc the image of rockstar eren tormented me the entire time i wrote this 

“I can’t believe I agreed to this. This is fucking crazy.” Your friend’s voice was a fidgety whisper behind you. Her face’s close proximity to the back of your neck had her heavy expiration fanning over your nape every time she opened her mouth to reprimand herself for allowing you to beguile her into illegal trespassing.

“You’re fucking crazy,” she whispered again, tugging the leather sleeve of your jacket with a pesky grip.

You shrugged her touch off of your arm and took a brief glimpse over your shoulder to offer her a sour look. “Can you be quiet? You freaking out is making us look suspicious.” You whisked your head back around, peering around the corner of the vacant merch tent.

“No, us creeping around to sneak onto a fucking tour bus is making us look suspicious,” she retorted.

The corner of your mouth tightened at your friend’s concern and you lifted your hand to give her a dismissive wave. You were astounded when she had originally agreed to your brazen proposal, although it took minutes of incessant pleading for her to actually give in. Her veiled reluctance surfaced the minute you two had separated from the concert’s crowd at the end of the show and snuck around the stage to the back of the venue. What began as her unease and quiet suggestions that maybe your idea wasn’t so smart, intensified into irritating nagging. You gave her the option to turn around and wait for you back at the car, but as your companion, she sighed and remarked that something so stupid couldn’t be done alone.

“I see it,” you said eagerly and with a proud grin. The vehicle was stationed a decent distance from where the two of you had been standing, but you measured the stretch with your eyes and figured that if you walked quickly enough, you’d be able to make it on without being caught.

“How do we even know they’re on it?” Your friend craned her head past yours to get a better view of what you saw.

“We don’t. I’m just guessing.”

“Oh great, that’s exactly the answer I wanted.” She released a tense and quiet laugh before retreating back behind the screen of the tent.

You surveyed the security guards as they patrolled back and forth along the premises, waiting until the coast was clear. Once you noticed an opening, you forcefully grabbed your friend’s wrist, ignoring her silent grunt of protest, and pulled her along. She stumbled into your stride and peered over at you, doing her best to follow your quick feet while mirroring your nonchalant guise.

Closer and closer, the two of you neared the tour bus until it had to have been only yards away. You tried to remain composed through your excitement, making sure you didn’t break your character. No fucking way your plan had actually gone off without a hitch, it almost seemed too easy.

“Hey!”

You kept walking. Maybe the exclamation wasn’t for you, but once the holler was thrown again, your body went rigid, and the tempo of your steps slowed until you stopped in your tracks. The adrenaline that commanded your legs had been substituted for lead and it kept your feet pinned to the ground. You couldn’t even run.

“Hey, you two aren’t supposed to be back here.”

You blinked once, long and hard, before pivoting on your heel. You watched, mortified, as a burly security guard started in your direction and got closer until he loomed over you both with a threatening advantage in height.

He looked even angrier now that you could see the way his thick eyebrows creased together and created a ripple of lines above them that disappeared into a bald head. His hefty arms were crossed against his chest while he glowered down at you two, waiting to hear a story. You could tell your excuse wouldn’t matter though, it was obvious he wasn’t in the mood for jocular conversation.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, we were looking for the bathroom,” you explained, clasping your hands together and feigning an apologetic smile. You turned your head from side to side, looking around innocently to sell your lie, and then looked back up at the guard with a nervous laugh. “And I guess it’s not here.”

Your friend shook her head and said nothing, but you were certain she was drawing up a creative speech in her head, wondering how she would tell you that she “told you so” this time.

“Nice try.” The guard curled his lip angrily. “Come on.” He reached out a thick hand and wrapped it around your bicep while grabbing the back of your friend’s shirt with a crude yank. Your eyes went wide at his hostile grip and you jerked your arm, trying to free yourself of his hold.

“Hey, whoa!” His grip only tightened. “We can walk ourselves!”

The guard forced you two forward, prompting you to walk so he could escort you off the grounds.

“What’s going on?”

You looked up and your writhing ceased. Instead, heat flushed your cheeks and you stood dazed. It didn’t take long before you recognized the owner of the voice because, naturally, you would have been able to recognize him from a mile away, but luckily you didn’t have to. He was right in front of you.

It was Eren, the lead singer and guitarist of the band you had been screaming your heart out to not even an hour ago. He was your favorite member, meaning you’d watched countless interviews and had several pictures of him saved on your phone, but nothing could have prepared you for what he looked like up close. His long brown hair looked like it was still damp with sweat, a sign of his showmanship on stage, and it framed his face in careless wisps and fell loosely past his shoulders. His torso was unclad, showing the dark inkings that adorned his biceps and stretched all the way up his shoulders until they met at the detailed design of wings in the middle of his chest. Dark ripped jeans sat loosely, just below his hips, and teased a peek at deep v-lines that ran underneath the top of his waistband.

You fought off the urge to drop to your knees and pray for how sinfully hot he looked.  

Trailing behind him were his bandmates, Armin and Jean, the band’s other guitarists, and Connie, the band’s drummer. You had never seen such an attractive circle of friends where you would have been satisfied taking any of them, and although you avowed to your friend that Connie was hers since she favored him, you absolutely would’ve allowed him to do whatever he wanted to you.

“Caught these two trying to sneak onto the tour bus.” The security guard thrusted you two ahead with an unsatisfied huff, and you shot him a glare.

Eren’s attention dropped from the security guard’s face and drifted over to your friend first before settling on you, eyes sweeping over your face and falling at half-mast. He arched an eyebrow then averted his gaze from your chest.

“It’s cool, let them go.”

“Are you sure?” The security guard’s grip on you loosened, and you pulled out of his hold the minute you felt him unhand you.

Eren shrugged. “Yeah. They can hang.” He quickly dismissed the security guard and casually sauntered past you before disappearing onto their bus.

You glanced over at your friend who looked like she was still in the process of trying to grasp the situation evolving in front of her.

“What kind of assholes turn away fans?” Jean teased, giving you a warm smile before he lifted his half-empty water bottle to his lips.

Connie switched his drum sticks to one hand and slipped them behind his back into his pocket.  “You guys are fans, right? You’re not trying to steal a couple of used water bottles to sell online are you?”

You took a lengthy pause and waited for your friend to answer, giving her an opportunity to converse with him, but she said nothing. She just rocked back and forth on her feet, staring at the ground timidly to avoid looking Connie in the eye.

“No,” you answered for her. “I mean yes, we’re fans. Big fans. No to trying to sell your DNA.”

Your response earned a chuckle from Armin and a hearty laugh from Connie while he nodded in approval. “Alright.” He tilted his head in the direction of the bus as though encouraging you two on.

You watched as the rest of the members filed inside, and then your friend seized your hand frantically.

“Holy shit. Y/N, holy shit!” She squealed, and you snorted at her sudden ability to talk once again. “You saw him right? You saw him.” It didn’t take much detail for you to gather that she was gushing about Connie.  

“Did you even see him? Your head was down the whole time, you didn’t say a single word to him.”

Your friend’s animated face slackened into a placid expression. “I didn’t trust myself. If I opened my mouth I would have asked him to put me in a headlock.” She exhaled. “Jesus Christ, those arms.” Your goading smile stretched into an amused grin, and you shook your head at your friend’s hysterical behavior.

The inside of the tour bus was much larger than you would have deduced from its seemingly modest exterior. Its floors were dark and polished wood that matched the ceiling, both surfaces lined with subdued yellow light. Aside from the sizable kitchen to your right, large leather couches sat on either side of the lounge area, and stretching to the bus’ rear were dimly lit bunk beds that were half-obscured by a dark curtain.

“Holy shit, this is a house on wheels,” your friend breathed, mouth agape.

“Well we’re on the road most of the time, so it might as well be,” Armin answered, throwing himself into one of the sofas with a labored sigh. He threw his head back in exhaustion and brought his arms up to rest against the top of the couch. “We never caught your names by the way.”

Both you and your friend introduced yourselves, forgoing a proper introduction from the band’s members. You evidently already knew who they were.

Armin smiled. “Nice to meet you guys.”

Jean shuffled through, handing you and your friend a water bottle, which you accepted with much appreciation. You hadn’t taken heed of how thirsty you’d been, and you hadn’t had anything to drink since the concert had started. Even while you swooned in the crowd between sweaty bodies, dehydration threatening to ruin your fun, you’d refused to pay $4 for a beverage.

“Make yourselves at home.” He threw another bottle to Armin.

“Oh no, we’re not planning on staying that long.” Your friend laughed, clutching onto her drink so tightly that the plastic squeaked in her grip.

You nudged her in the ribs with an assertive elbow and said her name quietly through clenched teeth, barely audible enough for the two of you to hear. She looked at you with uncertainty, and you gave her a forced grin.

“Don’t be rude. They said we should make ourselves at home.” You obliged to Jean’s invite, taking a seat in one of the leather cushions.

The situation you were in was a rare opportunity, the type of opportunity you’d only heard from other people, the type of opportunity you’d read fanfiction about in your early adolescence. If anyone told you that you’d be living such an opportunity, you weren’t sure if you’d really believe them, but had you declined to appease your friend’s irrational concern, you knew you’d regret it for years.

“Did you guys enjoy the show?” Connie leaned against the wall of the bus and wedged a rolled stick of paper between his pursed lips. He brought a hand-held lighter to the end of the stick, sparking it a few times with his thumb before a small flame engulfed the thin paper and thick smoke billowed from its tip. It only took a moment before the pungent, herbal stench of marijuana invaded the inside of the tour bus.

“Of course, you guys are amazing.” You nodded, perching yourself up in your seat and clapping your hands together excitedly. “We’ve been trying to see you guys in concert for a long time now.”

Eren fell into the seat beside you, and your body tensed up almost instantly. You’d managed to feign calmness from your first encounter because it had been easy to masquerade your nervousness from a distance, but now that he was even closer, surely he could have heard your heart palpitating against your ribcage. Its beating grew even quicker once Eren sat back and slid his arm behind you to lay it atop the backrest.

“Yeah?” His voice was languid. “What’s your favorite song?”

“That’s a hard question,” you chuckled, suddenly becoming very interested in the sleeves of your jacket. “I seriously don’t know if I can pick just one.” It hadn’t been a hard question at all, but you simply couldn’t think through the smell of his faded cologne and the feeling of his naked chest up against the side of your arm.

“That’s cool,” Eren smiled, but responded plainly. “You smoke?”

Your eyes drifted up to see Eren offering you a partially-burnt joint in between two fingers. He inhaled deeply from his hit and exhaled, a thick white cloud rolling past his lips.

You hadn’t smoked before, and you weren’t an avid consumer of weed. One edible at a party had you manic until your friends had to calm you down in a separate room and reassure you that you weren’t dying, but you still accepted it hesitantly. You brought it to your lips and took a deep draw before erupting into a fit of coughs.

“Easy,” Eren laughed, and his warm hand rubbed the nape of your neck soothingly. He took the joint from your hands and held it towards Armin.

Your chest and throat heaved with the searing sensation of a foreign substance, and your body racked with an incessant wheeze until it was sure it had expelled all of the stuff. Eren beside you thought it was the funniest thing.

“So you guys in college?” Connie asked, this time directing his question to your friend since you clearly couldn’t respond.

She nodded quickly, still avoiding making eye contact with him. He must have noticed and thought it was endearing because the corner of his mouth quirked upward into a knowing smirk.

“Sick,” Eren remarked. “I dropped out of college, but you guys should stay in school, seriously.”

“Don’t worry I have no plans to drop out and become a musician,” you rasped once your coughing subsided.

He paused for a moment and then looked at you. “What about a boyfriend?” His eyes drank you in from bottom to top until he met your clueless stare.

“Do I have a boyfriend?” You blinked, and then the tip of your ears went up in an uncomfortable heat that spread over the side of your face until your skin was aflame with realization. “No.”

“That’s good.” Eren studied you from behind heavy lids and he lingered on your lips, his own spreading into a suggestive grin. “So it’s cool if I do this?”

He leaned in and affixed his lips at the curve of where your jaw met your ear. His mouth was hot and the kiss was wet against your feverish skin. He planted another one lower, against the hollow dip where your neck curved, and then he bent the arm resting behind your head, using his hand to turn your face toward him so that when he tilted himself forward again, he could kiss you without interference. His lips were soft and slow as they commanded your mouth to follow his rhythm, and you withheld a desperate and excited whimper once Eren slipped a seductive tongue past your teeth.

He relaxed another hand on your leg, rubbing slow circles into the top of your thigh while edging closer and closer to the top of your waistband. Once his leisure fingers skimmed over your pants’ button, he skillfully undid the first hole before moving on to your zipper. You made a small sound of protest and pulled back in embarrassment.

“In front of your bandmates?” you questioned in a breathy whisper.

Eren shrugged, looking unfazed. “They don’t care. Nothing they haven’t seen before.”

Your heart twisted painfully in your chest. He was a goddamn celebrity for crying out loud, had you really thought you were the first girl he brought onto the bus to fuck? And he’d done it in front of his bandmates? You shifted uncomfortably, looking to Armin, Jean, and Connie who were now occupied with showing your friend pictures they’d been sent from professional photographers after past shows.  

“I don’t know,” you admitted timidly.

Eren rolled his head to the side, visibly bothered by your response. He glanced over to his bandmates and swept through his locks with a lazy hand. “Hey, why don’t you guys go show her the stage set before they pack up?”

Your friend looked away from the laptop they were gathered around and over her shoulder. “But—.”

Eren’s fingers trailed up and down the side of your neck, clearly eager to resume your previous matters. Were you really about to pass up this chance?

You gave your friend a reassuring thumbs up alongside Eren’s suggestion. “I’ll come find you later.”

It almost seemed like Eren sent his bandmates an unspoken cue, because Connie quickly chimed in before your friend had another turn to object. “Yeah. It’s okay, we’ll take care of you.” He wrapped a tattooed arm around your friend’s shoulder and gave her a friendly shake.

You could almost see the rise and fall of her chest cease, and you actually grew worried for her. It looked like she had nearly died and came back to life, but her stunned face melted into a flustered smile and she laughed sheepishly. “Okay.”

Connie nodded and gave Eren a two finger salute before escorting your friend off the bus with Jean and Armin following closely behind.

Once the door to the bus closed Eren shifted his attention back to you.

“There. Problem solved.” His green eyes had darkened and clouded over with desire again. “You feel better?”

“I guess,” you murmured.

You didn’t get a second chance to speak because Eren’s lips coupled to yours once more, and his hands continued against your zipper before he slipped his fingers into your underwear. He brought two fingers to your slit, skimming lightly over the delicate skin before sliding his middle finger between your folds to part them.

You released a sharp gasp against Eren’s mouth as you felt the cold metal of his rings against your cunt, but he made no efforts to pull away. The earthy taste of marijuana on his tongue caused your head to swim and you began to feel the drug’s intoxicant effects yourself. Your limbs grew heavier as you lay slack against Eren’s body while the sensation of his soft strokes against your tender clit had you whimpering against his lips.

He dipped his finger down to your body’s orifice, sliding it into your hole to glaze the digit with your arousal.

“God, you’re so tight.” Eren’s voice was deep as he pulled away from your mouth and both of you looked down to watch the way he worked you. “I want you around my cock.”

Your hips jerked involuntarily against his hand with the mention of his desire, and he brought his touch back up to your clit, using your essence as lubrication. The bus was quiet except for the symphony of Eren’s husky pants and your lewd whines as he slowly quickened the pace when he felt your body begin to tremble against his.

“Fuck, Eren—,” you mewled. You hadn’t even given thought to how unusual his name sounded coming out of your mouth. Eren, the singer and lead guitarist of your favorite band had his fingers inside of your pants, and here you were moaning his name. “Oh fuck—.”

Your orgasm intensified quickly after its onset, you hadn’t even realized you were climaxing until your body was convulsing and your fingers were digging into Eren’s biceps.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—Eren—,” you cried.

“That’s it,” Eren cooed. “Atta girl.”

His fingers continued working against your clit until you wrapped a sweaty hand around his wrist, a silent plea for him to stop before he sent you into overstimulation.

He hummed in amusement and heeded your request before pulling his hands out of your underwear. Now he worked his hands against his own belt, unfastening the buckle before pushing his jeans down with his briefs in one swift and eager motion. His cock was half-hard and continued growing rigid after he took himself in his hand and began pumping his throbbing length.  

You watched in wonderment as his palm worked painfully slow against his thick shaft, and pearls of precum gathered at his tip before dribbling down his swollen head. Your own dirty fantasies where you’d tried to envision how big Eren was hardly did him justice.

You rose to your feet, kicking off your shoes with haste, and stepped out of your pants. You shrugged off your jacket as well, realizing how uncomfortably sticky your sweaty arms felt against the leather material.

“Come here,” Eren hummed, and released his cock. He held his hands out for you to take, and he pulled you onto his lap. He supported your waist until your knees were mounted on either side of his thighs, and you pulled your underwear to the side, allowing his pulsating tip to prod your entrance.

“You gonna show me how well you ride?” he asked, thumbs rubbing circles into your hips.

You nodded, resting your hands on his shoulders and undulating your wet folds against his cock. You released a desperate whimper every time he nudged your clit.

“Yeah? Show me.”

Eren watched as you slipped him in, and what started as a whine deepened into an obscene cry while you felt him stretch your walls out. You eased down until you sat at the base of his cock and he’d filled you to the hilt.

You dug your teeth into your lower lip, waiting to adjust to his girth before you slowly started moving up and down. Eren’s shallow breathing encouraged you while you lifted yourself up and then back down, each time releasing an agonizing sob.

“Good girl.” Eren’s large hands traveled up from your waist and rested on your chest. “Just like that.” He loosely cupped his hands over your clothed chest, adoring the way your quickening pace caused your breasts began to jounce underneath your shirt, but your ache to feel his touch everywhere along your skin became uncontrollable.

Your fingers curled around the hem of your top and you quickly slipped the material off, tossing it onto the couch beside you. You did the same with your bra, too impatient to fumble around with the pesky hooks.

Eren grinned lazily, before resting his palms against your breasts and giving them a small jiggle. He leaned forward, lolling his tongue out, and flicked its tip against the hardening bead of your nipple. He looked up at you with half-lidded eyes and smiled at the way you murmured his name before rolling his thumb over the wet skin.

“So fucking hot,” Eren praised. He gave your other breast a brisk slap, watching it shake with the impact, and then he took you in his mouth. He sucked hungrily before taking your nipple between his teeth and tugged on it.

You continued bouncing on Eren’s cock before he released a guttural groan and threw his head back. “Fuck, don’t stop.” The tattoos along his sweaty chest expanded with each uneven breath. “I’m gonna cum.”

Eren’s hands traveled down to your ass, and black-painted nails dug into your skin while he directed you up and down. You rolled your hips against him until you felt his cock jerk inside you, and then he was filling you up.

Eren unloaded himself into you and your walls fluttered around his quivering length. His balls spasmed, making sure he’d jettisoned every drop of thick, white cum. He pulled his cock out before your knees gave way and you collapsed next to him. Your pussy clenched around nothing, still adjusting to Eren’s absence, and you felt his release leak out of your hole.

You heaved, eyes strung tightly, while you desperately tried to catch your breath. You had to have been dreaming. You kept your eyes closed, fearing that you’d wake, but they fluttered open instinctively when you felt Eren’s weight lift from beside you.

“Where are you going?” You watched as he tugged his pants up and fastened his buckle before shuffling around the bus looking for something. Jesus Christ, just how much stamina did this guy have?

“Your friend’s probably wondering what’s taking you so long,” Eren replied, disappearing behind the curtain leading to the bedroom in the back of the bus.

Your hand flew to your forehead and you sat up, feeling guilty that you had completely forgotten your friend. Knowing her, she was probably worrying herself sick wondering what Eren had possibly done to you. You started retrieving your clothes and getting dressed, but you paused momentarily, calling out to wherever Eren had been on the bus.

“I should give you my number.” You stuck a leg into your pants. “You know, just to keep in touch.” You stuck your other leg in and hopped around, pulling your pants up.

Eren reappeared from behind the curtain, tugging on a fitted black t-shirt. “Don’t worry about that.”

You popped your head out from under your shirt and reached for your jacket. You laughed lightly and gave him a confused look.

“Safety and shit. We can’t give our personal information out to just anyone.” He gave you a pitiful smile, but you could tell it was more for you than for him.

“Oh,” you responded quietly.

Eren seemed unconcerned with the guidelines he was given, as though he didn’t care much about whether he even remembered your name once they were on the road again.

“Don’t look so sad babe. You’re lucky.” He tilted his head toward you and raised his eyebrows. “Not everyone gets to fuck a rockstar.”