#smh sleepy t smh

[simpleapparition]

had an idea after the teeth of god tour announcement so i had to sketch it

[sysig]

Yeah of course I’m still thinking about plushies, what else (Patreon)

Most specifically thinking about magnets again - there’s the obvious of putting it in their hands so they can hold hands!

Of course if they’re on the same side i.e. right hand gets south polarity, left gets north, they’d only be able to hold opposite hands, so no handshakes (but I think that’s fine personally haha)

But on top of hands they could also have magnets behind their mouth! Kiss-magnets! My only real concern is the fabric pulling and developing kiss-wrinkles from being pressed against each other haha

They’d also be able to giggle with their palms to their mouths hehe, how cute! It’d depend on their kiss polarity

Which would of course depend on ship compatibility! Max has to be able to kiss Dex and Caleb, so if that makes it that Caleb and Dex can’t kiss, I mean that’s just an unfortunate side effect haha

[slytherinshua]

CHERRY BOWS

genre. fluff. cheol as a dad. warnings. toddler/parent stuff. cheol gets jelly. pairing. husband!scoups x wife!reader. wc. 1k. request. request by @blue-jisungs: you asked for soft hours n i shall give!! it’s been in my mind for a hot while actually but i’m too busy rn to do it myself… and you’re the perfect person bc U MADE ME THINK IF TJAT 🫵���� jealous dad seungcheol :( ofc he loves u n ur kid but give him some attention too smh >:T and requested by anon: i love your svt as dads!! they’re all so cute and i’d like to request one for cheol! a/n. i love love love dad cheol omg :( my second dad fic for him hehe <3 hes so girl dad coded and SOOOOO ADORABLE SKDJKS I LOVE HIM!!!!

“You ate without me…?” Cheol’s sleepy mumble was the first thing you heard from him. He had tiredly trudged downstairs when he had woken up and you weren’t next to him in the bed. It was already a bad start to the day when that happened, and he was frowning and pouting and generally sulking about it by the time he found you.

He wrapped his arms around you from the back, trapping you in the middle of the living room so you couldn’t continue without giving him the attention he needed. You smiled at his clinginess and deep raspy morning voice, but scoffed at how baby-like he was in the morning. Sometimes he acted even more like a child than your actual child. 

Eunha was your now 2 year old daughter. She was adored by everyone and constantly doted on. She could be a handful at times, but only because she had started to take after your bossiness and knew exactly how to appeal to Seungcheol. If she ever wanted something, all she had to do was look at them with those big boba eyes that she got from him, and he’d be folding.

He loved her more than anything. Probably even more than you, but you were okay with it. It warmed your heart how much he cared for his daughter. He’d die for her in a heartbeat without a second of hesitation. You were learning more and more every day the love a father could hold for his children. You had expected this attitude when you married him, of course. Because you knew him and you knew how caring he was. He was so filled with love for people and the world, and you were so lucky to have him.

Starting a family had always been a dream for both of you, and Eunha’s birth had been your biggest blessing. It was challenging to take care of a toddler, but you and Cheol always did your best.

Eunha was happily playing with her toy dolls after eating breakfast— the entire living room spread with her mess. It was always a constant of cleaning her toys in the evening just for her to make a new mess the next day, but you didn’t mind. It was worth it to see her so happy, and though it could be stressful to have a messy space sometimes, her happy giggles made up for it.

“Were you playing dolls with her without me as well?” Cheol asked, the pout he was wearing somehow finding its way into his tone. You giggled and he squeezed you tighter out of jealousy. He didn’t want to admit that he missed your attention being only on him, but it was true. 

You were getting up earlier to feed Eunha and play with her in the morning. The sleepy morning cuddles that Cheol looked forward to every time he fell asleep next to you were becoming rarer and rarer and he felt bitter about the change. It just wasn’t the same with Eunha. It wasn’t worse, it was definitely better in most aspects, but the free time that he had enjoyed before was being sucked away by the little child.

“She wanted me to be the doctor.” You told him, explaining the dynamics of Eunha’s favourite game. She would be the mother to her little baby doll, and either Cheol or you would usually be the doctor.

“The bed was so cold without you…” He murmured, pushing his cheek against your neck. His skin was warm against yours and you leaned into him more, savouring the feeling.

“I’m sorry. You know that Eunha likes to get up early…” You whispered.

“She should’ve woken me up instead of you. Aren’t you tired?” 

“A bit. Eating breakfast with her was nice, though. She insisted on having strawberries with her yogurt since she had seen me eat it like that once.” You smiled. Seungcheol pouted.

“I thought I was her favourite…” He was mostly joking, of course, but slightly hurt. He had always been susceptible to jealousy. Maybe he was a little too greedy— he loved watching you and Eunha spend time together, but he also hated being left out.

Your little moment of warm embrace was interrupted after 2 minutes, a giggly Eunha running up and clinging to her father’s leg. She babbled something about her doll and wanting to get ice cream later today, which you were sure Seungcheol would indulge her in. He spoiled her too much.

You were happy to see your husband’s pout lift up into the sweetest of grins. He picked up Eunha, holding her so that she was resting on his hip. He kept one arm around you; almost if you would run away and leave him if he didn’t. Which was probably partially true since you hadn’t cleaned up from breakfast yet.

“Give daddy a kiss?” Cheol asked Eunha, giggles ensuing amongst both of them. She leaned forward and kissed his cheek cutely and you smiled. Now that Seungcheol was awake as well, the two would be inseparable for the rest of the day— especially since Cheol didn’t have any work to get to.

The morning happily proceeded with a small second breakfast and playtime. Now that your husband was being included in every activity, he was all smiles and giggles. He liked being the centre of attention; you had discovered that fact throughout the years. He was the happiest man in the world when he knew he was making his daughter happy.

Her happiness always came first, even when it relied on Seungcheol’s hair being tied up in pigtails with little cherry-coloured bows because Eunha wanted to play hairdresser. You were almost envious of how cute he looked in them. It was impossible not to love everything that Cheol did.

Along with the bows came matching sweaters with a cherry pattern for father and daughter. One look at the two and you could easily declare them the two cutest human beings in the entire world.

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[studentbyday]

day 16-22 // 30doi

🧘🏻‍♀️ times are busy, but i can be productive and achieve my daily study goals while staying calm and not forgoing any self-care 🙏🏻

they say don't trust your thoughts when you're sleepy. i'd like to add, don't trust your thoughts when you're behind on school or you don't get the grade you want or you miss out on an opportunity and start questioning whether you've got the aptitude to do whatever it is you wanted to do in the future. you will learn from this. you will become stronger. you will not let this prevent you from achieving your dreams. you are so much bigger than that - it does not define you. 😤

it's really difficult to take it one day at a time as i had originally aspired to do in this challenge. when my life feels like a mess, i feel like i need to plan the heck out of it, consider all my options for the near and far future and where they might lead me, so i pick the one that's best. amd i always want to come to a decision right. now. so i can stop feeling like a mess who doesn't know what she's doing with her life. smh. when driven by the anxiety of my vision of failure, the exercise often turns out to be a waste of my time.

there is a high to having grandiose dreams and drawing a detailed map to get there. but it just adds extra pressure and anxiety and overwhelm. i don't think i know how to make long-term plans that work.

🌲 week 8/52's study stats (50/10):

M: 🌲🌲🌲🌲 T: 🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲 W: 🌲🌲🌲🌲 Th: 🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲 F: 🌲🌲🌲

update: had a really hard time sticking with the breaks on some days. either i worked through them or i skipped them and moved onto the next 50 minutes of work. it was a really busy week, but i feel like i could've done a better job at balancing myself, especially since my health these days really demands that i don't sit all day. 😔

🌷 little daily self-care things that keep me afloat:

physio exercises

2-min runs (bc i don't have stamina and it tires me enough to reduce insomnia and stress)

sticking to my hair care routine (basic but effective 👌🏻)

doing my hair 👧🏻 (bc it makes me feel a little more put together ✨)

outfit tracker 👕

showers 🧖🏻‍♀️🚿

moisturizing immediately after shower 🧴

vitamins/meds/probiotic 💊

🪥 and floss

deal with winter allergies like my doctor said to 💨

journal/vent/meditate when i need to

3 things that made me happy/that i'm grateful for

trying to never get less than 7h of sleep 💤

never skipping meals 😋

[writergirl3]

4 Town Cuddling Reader

Just some fluffy, un-proofread hcs about cuddling w/ 4 Town. Enjoy!

Robaire;

Robaire’s not as big on cuddling as some of the other guys in the group, but he definitely loves cuddling with you.

He sees it as a pretty casual thing, and while he won’t bundle you up in his arms, he’ll always have a secure grip on you.

A typical cuddling position for the two of you is him slouched on the couch or something, with you curled up like a koala into his side with your head on his chest or shoulder. 

He’ll be softly stroking the skin of your upper arm in a slightly distracted way. We know this guy is pretty Type A, so he’ll probably be working on something while you cuddle. If you want his undivided attention, though? Gently push the papers, phone or book out of his hand and he’ll chuckle lightly, getting the hint.

He’s not that fussed about spooning. He likes to be able to see your face and look into your eyes properly when you’re cuddling.

Jesse;

Jesse’s kinda like Robaire in that he’s a lazy cuddler. He’d never admit it, but he lives for cuddles with you.

He usually has his arm draped around you lazily and will usually try and catch a nap while you cuddle (Dad life, lmao).

He also loves spooning, though. He loves holding you close by the waist and focusing on the rhythm of your breath while he feels your diaphragm expand and deflate. It’s comforting to him, and he’ll be asleep in seconds.

He doesn’t talk much while you cuddle, but that’s only because he’s usually nodding off (smh). If he’s not sleepy, he’ll ask you about your day and hum responses while he listens to you talk.

Also, he’s always the big spoon. Don’t even try to switch places with him. He’s having none of it.

Sometimes his kids invade your cuddling session and, if you’re cool with it, the four of you will just have one giant cuddling session. The other guys think it’s super cute and T has so many pictures of y’all bundled up together.

Aaron T;

This man can’t survive without cuddles from you. I mean it. You’ll need to schedule in at least three cuddle sessions a day or else T will be a whining mess.

There’s not really one particular position that you both cuddle in. It varies a lot and usually depends on T’s mood. The only time you’ll settle on one specific cuddling position is if either of you need some comfort.

If you’re the one going through a rough patch, T will pull you on top of him and lovingly squish you until you squeak out that you need some air. He’ll stroke your hair and leave little kisses all over your face, soothing your worries away.

If you need to take care of T, then he’ll quietly ask if he can be the little spoon. In that case, hold him tightly around his waist and nuzzle your face in his curls while he babbles about his troubles.

T can be kinda wriggly while cuddling, but if you keep a vice-like grip on him, he’ll calm down and immerse himself in snuggling up with you.

Aaron Z;

This guy would never admit it to anyone but you, but he LOVES cuddles. Like, almost more than other things…(👀).

He’s basically a living, heated pillow. Being the gentleman that he is, he always insists that you lay on his chest or sit in his lap. That way, he can envelop you in his arms (lucky you) and give you all the love you deserve.

Considering what a quiet guy he is usually, you’ll have a hard time shutting him up when you cuddle. He’s always whispering little things to you, complimenting you or remembering little moments you’ve shared together. Something about being close to you, physically, helps him talk more.

“Your hair’s so soft, did you change your shampoo? It smells nice.”, “Remember when I was on tour and we had to make do with phone calls? I missed this so much…”

He’s also always asking if you’re comfortable with him. Such a considerate king.

You two honestly cuddle most of the time that you’re in private. You don’t really have ‘cuddle sessions’, per say, because whenever you’re together, he’ll be cuddling you in some way. It’s just the way it is.

Tae Young;

Tae is kinda like T with cuddles, but toned down. He’s usually too shy to ask to cuddle, but if his hands are on you (not like that) a lot, then that’s your signal to snuggle with him.

Like Robaire, he likes to see your face when you cuddle, so you’ll both usually lay face to face on your bed and cuddle that way. He’ll rub your sides soft and slow, never once breaking eye contact with you.

He likes to listen to you when you cuddle, and will just eye you adoringly while you talk away. He’ll let out some super cute giggles and just never stop smiling.

Tae also likes to draw little shapes against your skin when you cuddle. It’s kinda fun to try and guess what he’s drawing, and honestly, it’s so soothing that it’s made you fall asleep a few times.

He also has a guilty pleasure of being the little spoon. He’s pretty clingy and just loves being wrapped up in your arms, even if you’re smaller than him. He’s more than willing to be the big spoon though if you ask.

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Musing Meaninglessly Masterlist

[remxedmoon]

smh i can’t believe i’m sleepy it’s only *checks clock* t. twelve thirty in the morning

[bestiasilvanus]

Ayooo it's 4:20 (lmao) am here, I just found u back smh. You probably don't remember me and that's okay ! I was a.. pre-cracked transmasc egg ? During 2018 ? Who asked random trans-related questions out of the blue. Bc fr, from my lil french countryside, you were the first person I found on the internet back then to be so LOUD about being trans.

And thank you for that. Idk how you've been since I don't follow you anymore, but I hope life feels is worth it for you.

Now I'm a queer transmasc 20 y/o mess dating the person I was mentionning as my best friend in a convo, and that is going to start going to therapy and probably starts the processus for my transition this year/next year !

idk how to finish that, im sleepy af, but again, thank u so much for being you, i think you smh helped me feel alright with who i am

YES this sounded familiar but my memory is not great so the details were lost. just dug thru my archive and found the asks you sent originally. I'm so happy for you! Congrats!

I started my medical transition almost exactly a year after you sent those messages believe it or not. I'm now a little over 3 years on T and couldn't be happier with myself on that front.

Life is hell, money is tight, and I'm getting tired of school. But! I'm married, on my last semester, and I've had lots of great people in my life along the way.

I wish you well, I hope things go as well as possible for you! It makes me happy to know that I was able to have been important for a stranger on the other side of the world :)

now go to sleep!!!!!

Edit (Hopefully made b4 u see this): while I'm sure you have found plenty of good sources of information in the past 4 years, if you ever have other trans questions that you haven't found the answers to, im always open to answering them :)

[redsaurrce]

Hehehehe come here tiger 🥵💋🦁

WHOOOP you are back! How was your week Sweets? I hope your week isn’t too hard on you! ☺️

Ahhh maybe I have to get the courage to dm you with my acc? Hmmmmm 🤪🤔

Yes that is what I have been doing ^^ But I have so much to tell and just no idea how to express it big sigh but maybe I am just being too hard on myself haha. At the moment I am just giving myself time to build a start to the story and give a good number of details without it being too much, trying to keep it on point 🤦🏼‍♀️

You do?! Like I feel so sorry for the authors because they put so much work into their creations but sometimes I just cannot get into it? Especially if the style of story telling doesn’t speak to me… You def improved even tho I think you did well on Part 1 too. Like really well hehehe 💗💓💝💖💕💞

Lmao you are WAAAAAAYYYYY more adorable than me!!! Heheheheh if you want it to be it is 🥰😚

Gimme that hug! I loooooove them!!!! Well trespassing would imply you are an unwanted guest? But you are not so heheh no trespassing but anyway I could never push you away

HAHAHAHAHAH booking dot com? Nooooooo my pocket 😋

You better stay in my pocket to! Protect at all costs 😈

Why would I be intimidated? YOU ARE SO CUTE HOW COULD I EVERRRRR WHAT!!!! Nopeee I won 💜🩵💙💚💛

lmao I thought maybe you are like nahhhh no good then you could have deleted it and forgotten about it 😅

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Yeah Freya has the ability to use fire but it is not the only type she can use ^^ She doesn’t know about her connection to a dragon, those fairytales are told to children but are just tales. Right…?

Well JK will be very… attached to her when he learns about her and who she is. The things he will do to keep her…. Tststs evil evil man... But he is doing it out of love right???

Lmao I even made a map for everything and stuff ah man 😅

- Y 💜

Hi hi caramel (ooohhh i like the tiger 🐯 rawrrr)yeah my week's been great luv, except yesterday I was sleepy throughout the day lol

Yeah why not caramel? Why need courage when u already have my love 😩😩

Take it slow kitten, don't be too hard on yourself, good writers didn't write their best stories on day 1, they just went the with the flow.. kept writing more and their stories became better and better on their own. It's literally absolutely fine to be at your own pace 💗

Ohh haha thankyou tho, I'll take the compliment 🥺💖💖 and dw caramel, it's not just u, it's quite universal to think like that ..including me, and maybe thats why i dropped a lot of novels because i just couldnt get into the writing style, i feel like if there are a lot of complex vocabulary or the beginning is getting dragged too much, Idk I just drop it. It doesn't happen with me only for stories but tv shows like kdramas as well, I am an avid kdrama fan but even though sometimes there are dramas which have literally highest ratings, I have dropped them because I just couldn't get into them (for example, our blues and my liberation notes despite knowing the fact how majority of people liked them while they were airing and even though both dramas had excellent cast, i couldnt feel the same)

Why? Because my preferences are different and so are for others, so don't feel sorry for not feeling it caramel, I'm sure other people who like those authors' styles will love their works ❤️

NOOOO STAWPPHHH JSJSJSSJJSKSKSSK yep I'm chilling in yo pocket 🤪✌️

Ayooo then take the huggie buddy 😘😘

THANKYOU LOLOL because I have seen people online say that they have thought I was intimidating at first but when they got to know me, they said that I've been the biggest crackhead they have ever met 😹😹😹 (ig being ENFP speaks for it 💀)

No no I'm really enjoying it luv!! Don't you dare say that or this tiger will bite you 🐯 🐾 /j

Ahhhh yeahhh I guessed it correct woo-hoo!! Yea alllll the fictional fairytales.. . 😏

Hihihi the evil evil man looked funny to me hahahaha ,,, yeah "love" tch 🥴 every yandere ever! *smh*

Ohhh I'd love to see the mapped out thing caramel, if you want you might show it 🥰🥰

[calpicowater]

Week 44.8/52: October 31st - November 6th 2022 | Reunited with Esther! 💄

I’ve lost count of how many hot pots I have eaten this week. This blog is turning into a hot pot specific review blog LOOOOOL the past 3 consecutive posts have been exclusively just hot pot. Anyway, I finally saw Esther again for the first time since her last shift in March. Was good to catch up after 6+ months. 喜欢跟小姐姐聊天!!! We had Yushang Hot Pot and it was my first time. Their soup bases are SO delicious to drink. We only ordered three things (meat/shrimp ball platter, beef slices, and fish slices) because we drank like 2.5 pots of soup each and got full off of the sauce bar fruits/side dishes LOL. I got the fish gelatin/chicken golden soup and it was very yum and flavourful. Feels so healthy too. Yay, good (and surprisingly affordable) meal!

[incel-wheatley]

for my birthday i want a wheatley <3

[obitohno]

let’s talk kinks

geto, gojo, sukuna, toji

themes ⤸

fem! reader, 18+, breeding kink, creampie, unprotected sex, cnc, somnophilia, thigh grinding, masturbation, pantie sniffing, pantie stealing, pantie licking, piss kink, urolagnia, praise kink, humiliation kink ?, dirty talk

word count ⤸

1k (unedited)

a/n ⤸

ahh, i've only been using my blog for the past week or so, but we've now finally hit 100 followers! i can't put it into words just how grateful i am, but thank you all so much! ♡ to celebrate, i decided to try out some kink-writing n kinda got carried away bc now i want to write all of these as longer fics, smh. might actually start with geto’s (after i write the ran fic that i have planned), bc it actually had me feeling some type of way, phew. enjoy!

you can read the tokrev version here ~

reblogs are appreciated ~

the first time gojo steals your underwear, you don’t even notice. 

a few more go missing, but you pin the blame on you simply misplacing them, and you don’t become suspicious until your favourite pair fail to turn up after you chucked them onto the washing pile. you repeatedly look for them, complaining to gojo once or twice until some time passes and it seems that you’ve forgotten all about them. 

until, one day, you walk in on him. 

you’d come home early, and had decided to surprise him by creeping into the house unannounced. only when you’d come up short after searching for him in the spare-room-turned-study, do you find him in your shared bedroom, naked, propped up against the headboard with his cock encircled by his fist. this is a sight that you’re familiar with, but you ignore the coil burning tight in your belly in favour of staring at the very familiar fabric that is pressed to his face. 

to your shock, he groans, inhaling deeply, tongue darting out to taste whatever essence of you that still clings to the soiled lace. his fist beats harder at his cock, the tip flushed as red as his cheeks, and you lick your lips, making your presence known by shifting on your feet to lean against the door. when his eyes meet yours, you can’t help the smirk that pulls at the corner of your mouth, his gaze drifting to where your fingers are pressing to the space between your legs. 

‘y’know, the real thing tastes better.’ 

ɞ

when it’s well past the time that he should be asleep, geto is beside himself. it’s been hours since you’d drifted, curled up with your back pressed to his chest, your hair splayed over the pillow and the covers drawn to your chin. you’d fallen asleep within minutes, yet geto has lain awake for hours, his fist leisurely tugging at his erection as he debates on whether he should dare to touch you or not. 

evidently, after hours of wait, he can resist no longer. before he can change his mind, his fingers are reaching for where he knows that you’re wearing nothing but a pair of knickers underneath an old t-shirt of his. somehow, the rise and fall of your chest remains steady, even after he’s tugged your underwear down to your knees, and slipped his cock between your thighs. 

at first, his thrusts are slow, cautious, anxious that you’ll wake at any moment and catch him in the act of defiling you whilst you’re asleep. but another part of him also revels in the chance of you doing so, and it is with this thought that his hips roughly jerk forwards enough to coax a low, sleepy moan from your parted lips. soon, his cock is gliding through your slick-soaked folds, and at some point, you must wake because your hands are reaching up to grip at his hair, pulling him closer, voice a little louder as you moan your encouragement. 

‘geto—ah!—geto, just like that, yes, yes!’ 

ɞ

it’s actually not that much of a secret that toji fucks you with every intention of breeding you. one kid is more than enough for him, but he just can’t swallow down the aching giddiness that he feels at the promise of stuffing you until your stomach rounds with his seed. 

‘milkin’ me real good, baby,’ he croons into the shell of your ear, rutting into you with a speed that has your cunt clenching tight around him. he grunts with effort, sweat coating the surface of his skin, and a particular angle has you squealing beneath him, face pressed into the pillows. ‘fuck—close, so close,’ he gasps into the crook of your neck, teeth grazing your shoulder blade, ‘want my cum, hm?’ you babble some form of reply, incoherent, and he groans, cock twitching within your gummy walls, and his balls tighten with the promise of his impeding release. ‘tell me—hng—tell me how much you want it.’ 

you manage to lift your head just enough to mewl his name in a tone that makes his toes curl. ‘—ji, toji—please! want it so much! please, toji, give it to me!’ 

and, as if to prove your point, your pussy releases a gush of slick that aids the motion of the messy thrusts that are starting to falter. in turn, his cock throbs inside you, and with a twitch or two, he’s painting your insides white. the heat of him burns as it fills you to the brim, and you keen, gasping out your approval.

‘fuck, yeah, baby, take it.’ 

ɞ

the first time sukuna fucks you when your bladder is full, you cry. it had ached in the best way possible, and when he’d all but demanded that you piss all over his cock, the shock had released your bladder before you could clench your legs shut. you had been so embarrassed that you hadn’t met his gaze for the remainder of the night. 

this time, after you’d (reluctantly) agreed when he’d asked you to do it again, he makes sure that you’re prepared. he’s been supplying you with pints of water all afternoon, and when you’d informed him that you needed to relieve yourself, he’d practically dragged you into bed. 

he’s currently jackhammering into you like there’s no tomorrow, your weight distributed to the one hand that holds you upright against the wall, whilst the other is moulded to your throat. each thrust has your pussy clenching, and it shouldn’t have been such a surprise, but when you come undone, your sharp cry is followed by the excess liquid that sprays from your bladder, pissing out of you as you cling crescents into his shoulders. his cock continues to batter your insides, despite the mess that trickles down his thighs and he sneers down at you in what you think is supposed to be pride. 

‘what a dirty girl you are.’ 

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[helpimhyperfixating]

For the 1K follower event: a drabble about that last ask where Mertaro and Y/N are having an intimate moment at Y/N's house but then mer!Holly shows up at the doorstep and interrupts their cuddling 😂

Ask it’s based on

Poor man just wants cuddles smh 🤦‍♀️

Also I’m feeling really down today so I just needed to write some fluff. I was planning to do the event asks in order of when I got them, but that’s just a way to get me writer’s block so imma go criss-cross. I’m sorry if you sent it in early and it takes a while. I’m still gonna do all of them though!!

1k event rules

Word Count: 781

Laying in bed, you were humming a little bit as you lay in Jotaro’s arms.

After annoying you for it for a good half an hour, you had finally cracked, putting away your work in favour of acquiescing to his request.

So now here you lay.

Your arms were around his torso as your head rested on his chest, eyes closed in contentment as you monkey clung to the fish, your legs straddling his tail.

Jotaro had softly been purring the entire time. Not so loud or hard that it rumbled his chest, but a soft vibration to stay mindful of where your head lay, not wanting to scare you off.

Quality time with you was one of his favourite things. With his grasp on the English language being somewhat shaky, just sitting in silence with you - or laying, like right now - was his preferred way of showing affection.

Ever so gently, his right hand scratched up and down your arm, a soft motion mimicking the tides, something subconscious he always seemed to do to calm you, and it never failed to bring a smile to your face.

Snuggling some further into him, Jotaro tightened the curl of his tail in response, pulling you even closer against himself and sighing in deeply, making his purr stutter cutely on the exhale.

“Are you still wet enough?”

“I’m fine.” Jotaro assured, leaning down to press a kiss to your head - something he had picked up from watching you.

“Alright, just make sure to tell me when it gets uncomfortable.” You murmured, hiding your forming blush from the little kiss by burying your cheek deeper into his chest.

A deep rumble left him as a response before you both settled again, the silence and sleepiness overtaking you both once more.

It must’ve been ten minutes where you were dozing off when Jotaro suddenly shot his head up.

Jolting your eyes open, you blinked a few times before looking up at the merman with sleepy confusion. “What’s wrong?”

He didn’t say anything as he instead listened intently. Yet after a few seconds of that, he put his head back down on the pillows. “Nothing.” He rumbled, flexing his arms to instead pull you closer and further up his body, putting your head in the hollow of his chin.

“You worry me sometimes, you know that?” You sighed yet sank back into the shark either way.

“You worry me all the time.”

Squinting your eyes at his stubborn response, you pinched his pec, to which he swatted your hand away and then grabbed it, putting it down on his stomach, captive between his fingers.

“No fair.” You pouted and a low chuckle left him.

Right as he was opening his mouth to respond, another voice cut through the silence.

“Jotaro?”

Comically opening his eyes wide, a panicked trill left Jotaro upon hearing his mom as his body jolted.

You - having met the mermaid before - were faring no better.

At the same time, you tried to roll apart frantically, only to have Jotaro trap your legs under his tail as he rolled further, causing you to roll with him, now smacking fully on top of his chest in order to not break your legs.

Pushing yourself up by putting your hands on his chest, Jotaro blushed wildly as he swallowed. Seeing how his hands had automatically landed on your hips, he froze.

He’d never- this position- oh fuck, he- Hm. His whole brain short-circuited as his fingers twitched, his ears angled down in his flustered state.

“J-Jotaro lift your tail.” You hissed softly, doing no better.

It was easier said than done though, as you were right on the base, meaning he had nothing else but his abdominal muscles to lift both the heavy appendage, and you.

“Jotaro!” You whisper shouted and his lips curled up as he blinked rapidly, his eyes glued on where you sat.

“I’m trying!”

“Jota- oh!” You both snapped your heads to the door opening, seeing Holly sit there, a hand in front of her mouth before she giggled. “My, I have ill timing. Don’t mind me, you two.” She winked as she turned around yet the both of you on the bed became mortified.

Each cursing in your respective language, Jotaro then swiftly rolled over, flipping your positions as he closely hovered over you, his face a dark red before he pulled away and flopped off the bed.

Rapid clicks and trills left him as he shouted at his mother, frantically trying to explain that that was NOT what she thought she just swam in on, while you remained on your back, covering your face with your hands as you groaned.

[dameronology]

poe dameron relationship alphabet

requested by....me, bitch. has one very minor reference to adult themes. 

a - actions. what sort of things do they do to show they love their s.o?

poe is all about physical touch. not just the bog standard hugging and kissing, but small, intimate actions. he likes holding your hand under the table at breakfast and during meetings, and he’ll keep one on the small of your back as you walk through the corridors of the resistance base. at night, the bare minimum for poe is tangling your fingers together - but most the time, he’s gonna basically sleep on top of you.

b - beginnings. how did the relationship begin? how has it changed?

in the beginning, poe would have been acting solely on his physical attraction to you - i’m talking flirty comments, winking at you across the room and doing everything within his power to try and romance you into going on a date with him (whilst still absolutely respecting your boundaries, of course). once he realises your personality, the man is tripping and fucking falling for you - so nothing about his attraction to you changes. it just gets deeper, and your connection becomes stronger. he still likes your butt tho. 

c - comfortable. how comfy are they with each other? peeing with the door open close, or would they rather keep the mystery?

he’d try to keep the mystery in the beginning, but he’s so chill around you that it’s gone within the first few months. he’s prepared to be unhealthily close. like lilly & marshal from how i met your mother close. 

d - dates. do they consider dates to be important? what kind do they prefer? 

once you’re together, he’ll try and take you on a date at least once a fortnight - and it’s only because leia gently told him that your nightly rituals of eating pizza in your pajamas didn’t count as a date. smh.

e - engagement. how would they propose? who would even pop thw question?

it probably won’t be a proper proposal. chances are, poe will say ‘hey, let’s get married!’ and...yeah. it’s both underwhelming and overwhelming all at once, so really, it’s perfect.

f - fundamental. for them, what is the most fundamental part of a relationship?

being each other’s ride or die, and also having a good chemistry. i understand those are two completely different things, but poe needs an s.o who will give their everything to him, as well as one who he can verbally and mentally spar with someone. someone who will help him a hide a body, but also someone who can make him laugh (and i hope to the high heavens that those two scenarios are not connected in any way <3) 

g - gratitude. how do they show their appreciation for you?

wink wonk. u know how he’s gonna show appreciation. 

but also, when he’s a little bit sleepy and a little bit soft, he’ll quietly murmur things to you - the most prevalent one being how he can’t get his head around the fact you’re with him, and how appreciative he is of all the ways you’ve changed his life. 

h - home. a random domestic headcanon.

poe refuses to sleep until he knows that both you and bb-8 are ok. in a perfect world, you’d be curled up in bed together (ideally with beebs in his charging port, but there are some things poe just won’t compromise on) but if you’re in separate locations, he just needs a simple message.

i - infinite. do they believe their love is endless, or is there something that could break it?

literally endless and unbreakable. even if you betrayed him in every way he knew to be possible, he’d still try and find a way to bring you back around. 

j - jokes. who’s the funny one?

it’s gotta be him. i’m sorry.

k - kiss. how do they kiss? favourite type?

poe’s favourite type of kiss is the soft ones you exchange first thing in the morning - but, he also loves the desperate ones after you reunite after a mission. you know the holding onto each other for dear life, teeth clashing, foreheads touching kinda kiss? 

l - longing. who’s the clingy one? how are they with long distance?

he is hands down the clingy one. it’s not suffocating, but when he gets into a whiny mood, that’s it. he’s not going anywhere. 

m - marriage. do they wanna get married?

ideally, yes. his parents marriage was such a fundamental and important part of his childhood, and he wants to find the same connection with someone.

n - nicknames. what ones do they like?

his favourite for both you and him is babe. 

o - over the top. are they ever ott? or are they more low-key?

he can be over the top; usually when he’s done something to piss you off, he’ll go absolutely out of the way to pull out all the stops - it’s either to beg for your forgiveness or to distract you from the dumb thing that you’re yet to discover 

p - picture. what’s their favourite picture of them and their s.o?

one time, you fell asleep on top of each other in a bar after a few too many drinks. you were laying in his lap, and poe had one hand holding yours as he slumped against finn’s side - the latter of whom got a selfie of the three of you in that very position. it’s poe’s background on his work tablet.

q - quintessential. what is one they would refuse to compromise in their relationship? what’s a deal-breaker for them?

as aforementioned, there’s very little that could make poe ever turn away from you. you’ve bonded in a way that goes beyond your souls and again, even if you completely and entirely hurt him, he’d still see the good in you. 

t - tattoo. would they ever get matching tattoos with their s.o, or a tattoo for them?

absolutely!! i reckon it would be something small, maybe on his forearm. 

u - understanding. how understanding are they? or are they a little difficult?

poe would never, ever be difficult with you (not intentionally). if you’re worried about something, he’s gonna listen and make you feel validated, no matter what it is. he’d be willing to sit down for hours on end and listen to you complain about cheese - if anything, he’s just glad to be in a relationship where you get one another 

v - vases. do they buy flowers?

yes!! mostly when he hasn’t seen you for a while or to cheer you up.

w - wandering. do they wanna travel? or immediately settle down?

once the first order is down, he’d want to travel a bit - there’s a lot of the galaxy he hasn’t seen yet, and a lot of different places he wants to explore. he also absolutely wants to try the kessel run. but, once that is all out the way, he’d definitely want to settle down somewhere. he needs it, really. 

x - ex. how many exes do they have? any horror stories?

poe probably has a pretty average amount of break-up and relationship horror stories - maybe two or three. of course, he’s told you them all.

(there was also one really awks run in with zorii bliss). 

y - you. favourite thing about their partner?

poe loves the stability you bring to his life. even when the galaxy is moving at a million miles an hour, it slows down when he’s with you. you’re the one he can always count on, and the one he can always turn to you. he can rely on you for anything & you can both sleep safe knowing you have each other’s backs. he also loves that he can laugh with you. 

z - zeal. how excitable are they? who’s the calm one?

poe is absolutely the excitable one. he can be calm when need be, but his upbeat and optimistic attitude is one of the things that made you fall in love with him

[yandere-daze]

Yes this is completely self-indulgent to cheer myself up because I didn´t get Ritsu´s 5 star. For anyone else in the same situation: Hope this eases the pain at least a little

Doing headcanons because my mind can´t conjure up descriptions right now ahdkavd

tw a single swear, gacha pain

Ritsu cheering up his s/o because they didn´t get his feature 5 star card

You were holding your breath. This was your last pull. You didn´t have any more dias left after this and you didn´t want to spend any money, no matter how badly you wanted your boyfriend´s new gacha card

You had saved up for a long time , just waiting for a Ritsu scouting event to happen but it seemed like all of your patient hoarding was in vain now. You tapped on the 10 scout button nervously, only to feel a deep dissapointment and resignation in your very soul

Blue Lights. Great

You impatiently tapped through the various three stars, knowing all hope was lost. At least Tsukasa decided to be merciful and came home. Further proof that he was a gentleman when your boyfriend most certainly was not. Lazy ass couldn´t be bothered to show up smh

As the scouting results screen showed up you felt like crying. They gave your boyfriend a catboy gacha card and you couldn´t get it? Life was unfair

You sat perfectly still in the corner of your bed, still not believing this disaster of a scouting session when you heard the door to your room opening. Speak of the devil and he shall appear : There stood your assumed vampire boyfriend in all his tired glory. Well more like he was slouching but that was hardly unusual for him

He slowly stepped into the room while yawning cutely. When he stood in front of you he pushed himself on top of the bed and said “ Y/n..... I want cuddles”

You couldn´t deny that Ritsu was being very adorable but a childish part of yourself was still cross with him. You knew he had absolutely no influence on if a gacha card of him would come home or not but you still decided to be pouty. You were still really dissapointed after all

Noticing you weren´t immediately wrapping your arms around him, Ritsu tilted his head and started to whine, making grabby motions with his hands like a baby.

“Y/n please....I´m so sleepy, I want you to hold me”

“Why aren´t you giving me the cuddles I undoubtedly deserve?”, he added with a little smirk

“I´m sad”, you pouted and hid your face in your pillow

Hearing this, a slightly concerned look crossed your boyfriend´s face as he shuffled closer.

“Eh? What´s wrong?”

You´re what´s wrong, you wanted to say but knew that that really wouldn´t be fair. “You´re a big meanie you know that? How dare you get such a cute gacha card and then won´t come home to your own significant other?”, you whined

He looked a bit confused before finally glancing at your phone screen, the scouting results still there, not having been touched at all.

“You´re upset about a mobile game when your boyfriend is right here? How cruel of you to deprive me of my daily cuddles because of that!”

Now you were both pouting until suddenly a little smirk crossed Ritsu´s face as he sluggishly got up.

“Where are you going?”, you asked but Ritsu only made a little shushing gesture before leaving the room. Confused you sat there for a few minutes, questioning what your boyfriend was up to now. Was he upset because you didn´t hug him? You should have relented sooner, you couldn´t deny how comforting his warmth was

Then you heard steps again and the door pushed open, once again revealing your boyfriend. But this time there was one major difference compared to earlier. There, on top of his head, sat a pair of fluffy black cat ears. Where he got them from so quickly, you had no idea

At a speed very uncharacteristic of him, Ritsu plopped down on the bed again and ...started crawling towards you on all fours?

“Ritsu what-”, you started to ask but were quickly interrupted when he practically pounced onto you and wrapped his arms around your waist tightly

“Y/n-chan/kun, you don´t need that card when your boyfriend is already such a cute little kitty~ Now give me lots of snuggles and heatpats or you will get scratches~” , he said the last part in sing-sang as he climbed on top of your lap and affectionatley rubbed his head against your cheek

You didn´t know what to say for a second before you lightly giggled as your face brightened up again as you started running your fingers through your boyfriend´s hair

“Prrr that´s much better isn´t it? Give your kitty all the love and affection you can~”

Did- did Ritsu just purr? You blushed at the cute sound but soon chuckled and pat his head.

Obviously satisfied, Ritsu shifted his weight and pushed you down so he was laying on top of you as he further snuggled into your chest as he let out a tired yawn

“I feel so sleepy now, walking out to get these cat ears was so tiring... You better not move while I sleep, okay? After all everyone knows it´s a sin to get up while your kitty sleeps on top of you~”

“Of course not, I wouldn´t want to anger you!”, you laughed and booped your nose with his playfully.

“Good night y/n, love youuu~”, Ritsu yawned before quickly falling asleep on top of you. You couldn´t help but feel lucky to have him, noticing just how much better your mood had gotten thanks to him. You admired his face lovingly for a second before feeling the warmth of his embrace slowly lull you into sleep as well

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

meteor, m | myg

pairing(s): yoongi x reader

summary: Ah, university. A time to get drunk, get laid, and get an education. Not so for Min Yoongi however (not even the education part, smh). He was dragged along to parties because of the insistence of his friends (despite having fun anyway, what a grump). Until a meteor crashes into his atmosphere, in the form of a picture he didn’t remember taking, and then Yoongi’s life becomes a whole lot more interesting.

sister story to orbit, m | jjk. click here to read.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, alcohol consumption, a decent amount of buildup; smut (fem reader, phone sex, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, fingering, partial handjob, f-receiving oral, penetrative sex); non-idol!AU - university!AU; Yoongi’s POV

Makes a lot of references to ‘orbit’, so I recommend reading it first. Technically BTS x reader, but we’re focusing on Yoongi. :)

--

Min Yoongi stared at the photo on his phone.

He didn’t remember taking this picture.

Thick black choker with a silver ring on it. Oversized band tee, gray flannel shirt over it. Chunky black boots. Wild, messy hair. The sharpest black eyeliner he had ever seen, reminding him of Amy Winehouse. And red-stained lips, somewhat smeared. The picture was blurry because it had been dark and there were other people in it, holding cups of liquor and making out.

But for Yoongi, the young woman was the focus.

She was holding something beige. He couldn’t really tell what it was because it was balled up in her hand. And she had hickeys on her legs and neck. They stood out on her smooth skin.

Yoongi tilted his head, trying to dissect the image.

“Staring at your mystery lover again?”

Yoongi looked up to see the teasing smile of Park Jimin, tongue between his teeth. He calmly turned the screen of his phone off, placing it on his lap.

“I’m trying to find out why this picture is on my phone,” Yoongi mumbled.

Jimin held out a rice cake on the toothpick. Yoongi gave him a bored look, not opening his mouth. Jimin snickered and shoved it against his lips. Yoongi sighed and opened his mouth, letting the soft confection pop in. Hm. Not bad. Yoongi chewed thoughtfully.

Kim Taehyung appeared next to him, brown hair flying about from the wind. Sigh. The troublemaking ’95 liners. Taehyung nabbed the toothpick and shoved a rice cake into his mouth.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Taehyung said between chews. “You took it.”

Yoongi frowned. “I don’t remember taking it.”

Taehyung shrugged. “Drunk you might remember.”

Yoongi’s reply was interrupted by another rice cake being shoved into his mouth. Jung Hoseok popped up, smiling, waving at them. He had been wearing a pastel track jacket earlier. Yoongi frowned, seeing only the loose black t-shirt. Was that a little trace of dark red on Hoseok’s collarbones?

-

Kim Seokjin was oddly quiet today.

He was wearing a white turtleneck and thin-framed, round silver glasses (Seokjin called them his studious glasses), hiding his dark circles. Yoongi craned his head, seeing a dark red spot behind Seokjin’s ear. Seokjin tapped him impatiently.

“Here, I found it. It’s these chapters here.”

Yoongi sighed and looked back down at his textbook. “I’m just not good at this kind of stuff, hyung.”

“Shush, education is important. Hyung will help you.”

And Seokjin worked with him through the equations patiently, forcing Yoongi to listen.

-

“Hyung, can you pick us up?”

Grumbling Yoongi was in his car, driving his way to a party where apparently the youngest Jeon Jungkook had abandoned the troublemaking ’95 liners. He couldn’t blame him. Yoongi would also leave them. Okay, maybe he would double back after ten minutes, but he would at first just to teach them a lesson. There were a billion (alright, a substantial number) cars in front of this huge house. A couple was intensely making out on the balcony. Yoongi peered up with slitted eyes, still sleepy from being woken up abruptly. He wondered if they would fall. Hm.

He texted Taehyung saying he was outside. And waited.

Then he saw her.

The picture in real life.

She sauntered out the front door of the house, licking her red lips. Her slim, pretty hand wiped her chin, devilishly grinning. She was wearing a familiar navy shirt with white embroidered flowers, clutching something white and pink in her other hand. Chunky black boots as she walked through the cars, pretty hips swaying.

Yoongi tilted his head, lips parting.

Juicy thighs flashing, head held high, eyes going from car to car. Headlights illuminated the hickeys on her thighs. His mouth watered, wanting it.

Yoongi held up his phone, turning on the camera app. The young woman paused, looking to the right.

He snapped a picture.

She went in that direction, out of his sight. He lowered his phone, staring at the photo. Clearer, with her profile and legs in shot. The line of her body, traceable now. His finger raised and touched the screen, sliding down her front, pausing in between her legs.

His backseat door opened and Jimin and Taehyung fell in, giggling like loons. Taehyung was shirtless and somehow Jimin had kept his own cream t-shirt on. Yoongi put his phone in his pocket, scowling.

“Where the fuck is your shirt?” Yoongi muttered.

Taehyung shrugged, falling onto Jimin and laughing some more.

“Who knows?”

-

“Hyung.”

Kim Seokjin was attempting a jump quest in MapleStory, tapping the spacebar impatiently.

“Is this your shirt?”

“What?” Seokjin replied, not looking at Yoongi’s outstretched hand and his lit-up phone screen.

“Is this your shirt?” Yoongi repeated.

Seokjin shrieked as his avatar fell and turned into a gravestone. Yoongi recoiled a bit, frowning at the loud sound. Seokjin paired it with a groan, smacking his keyboard in frustration before turning his head to face Yoongi and his phone.

“What are you–”

Seokjin’s face went bright red.

-

Hm.

Yoongi had put it all together quite quickly. He was an observant man (he knew this, no one needed to tell him) and he was quite sure of what was going on. It was all very interesting.

Very interesting.

He stared at the photo on his phone. The newer one, the one where she was wearing Seokjin’s navy shirt. He learned her name from Seokjin. And her modius operandi. Maybe that should have dissuaded him, but Yoongi always thought societal norms were a bit outdated. He wasn’t the type to shout it out, but he was the type to quietly break the rules and appreciate those who broke them.

And she certainly tore right through them.

“I can give you her number.”

Yoongi looked up to see Kim Namjoon’s shifty, embarrassed gaze. Yoongi hummed, thinking. Namjoon sat down, handing him a coffee.

“Thanks.”

Namjoon smiled, tipping his own coffee to him.

Yoongi pursed his lips. “You too, huh?”

Namjoon’s ears turned pink. “Ah… she’s fun. Really fun.”

Yoongi scratched his neck. He took a lazy sip of coffee, thinking. She had just appeared one day, as a picture on his phone. Suddenly visible in his atmosphere, like a comet. A speck in his sky, growing bigger and bigger. Yoongi chewed on his lip, thinking, thinking. Sex was not really a big motivator for him. But there was something about that face. That dangerous little smirk.

He kind of wanted to stuff his dick into it.

The side of Yoongi’s lips curved to one side.

“Sure.”

-

Yoongi wasn’t a texter.

He didn’t text his people greetings or send memes to his friends. He only texted when it needed to be done, when it was absolutely necessary. He didn’t really like calling either. It had annoyed his previous flings, but that wasn’t his problem. Yoongi concluded he wasn’t good at that sort of thing anyway and, besides, it wasn’t important. Music was more important.

He clicked his tongue, staring at his computer screen. Jeon Jungkook was in his living room, working on his assignments. Jungkook came over sometimes, saying it was better to study here. Yoongi didn’t really get it, but he couldn’t refuse the young man either. If it helped him, it helped him, and it didn’t infringe on Yoongi’s work too much. He liked having him around, really. Jungkook could be annoying when he wanted to, but he could also be quiet and that was nice.

Also, Yoongi had a good scowl that could silence him quickly, so that was good.

He was a bit annoyed that this mix wasn’t giving him the feel he wanted. It felt like it was missing something. Yoongi rolled his chair in a slow circle, thinking. Thinking. He spun his smartphone on his fingers. It balanced perfectly, not falling off despite his movement. He was good at basketball, after all.

He sucked in his cheek and paused his hand movement.

Swiped a bit, stopped.

Sent the photo to the number.

Waited.

His phone vibrated.

I know who you are.

Yoongi fanned himself with his grey t-shirt, making the skull graphic on it dance. Hm.

That doesn’t surprise me.

He sent it.

Waited.

Hm.

He placed his phone on his desk, eyes shifting to his computer screen. Well then. That was that.

His phone buzzed loudly against the wood. Yoongi’s eyes flickered to the smaller screen. His finger automatically swiped his pattern and unlocked it, bringing up his messenger app. His heart stopped.

A picture.

Her head nestled between black satin pillows, eyes glimmering with mischief, red-stained lips upturned with a sly smile. It must have been her bed. Her eyeliner was as sharp as Yoongi thought. The shape of her cheeks burned into his mind, the pretty slope of her neck and shoulders enticing him. They were bare, accented by thin straps of a red velvet dress that clung to her breasts.

He swallowed hard.

Deep breath. Yoongi’s finger swiped quickly.

Never seen you in a dress before.

The reply came after his heart skipped two beats.

I don’t wear them unless I’m taking a nice picture for a cutie.

Was It getting hot in his room or what? The three black dots glimmered again.

It’s better than your picture, that’s for sure.

Yoongi chuckled. His eyes roamed over the photo, so casual and free. Maybe she always used the same one on the same guys. Maybe she always had the same lines to get what she wanted. His mind went back to that night. Her elegant hand wiping her chin, smirk so satisfied that it made him smile. Knowing exactly what she was doing and loving every second of it.

His phone rang.

Yoongi stared at it, the number flashing. Should he answer? Did he dare answer that smirk?

He pressed the green button and brought it to his ear.

“… Hello?”

“Hello, Min Yoongi.”

He did not expect her voice. Graceful, calm. Not breathy and desperate, but soothing, pleasant. As if this call wasn’t going to have the nature that his dick was eagerly waking up for.

“I must say, usually the first approach is at a party when I’m five shots in,” she chuckled into his ear.

Yoongi licked his lips distractedly. “You could be five shots in. I wouldn’t know.”

She laughed, almost melodic. “I could be, but I am not. Not for you, Yoongi.”

His eyes flickered to his computer. Clicked a few times. He played some random playlist before leaning back in his computer chair.

“Oh? Are you at the club?” Teasing, amused.

Yoongi chuckled. “No, that’s just my music.” He cleared his throat. “Music I made.”

“Ah. Namjoon did say you were talented in many aspects.”

He stared up at the ceiling. “It’s true then.”

She hummed, rustling in her bed. “It is.”

“You fuck them and take their clothes.”

She laughed again, so dangerous and harmonious it was making his heart ache. “No, no, Yoongi. I only take their clothes if they’re good. If they’re terrible, I don’t bother.”

He raised an eyebrow. “So, all my friends were good.”

“Mmm, well,” she replied softly. “You already knew that. No need to try to slight me.”

She was unfazed by his little jab, parrying it swiftly. Yoongi smirked.

“You’re honest.”

“And you’re astute.” He felt butterflies dancing in his stomach at her compliment. “As well as being attractive. A good combination.”

He puffed his cheeks. “Basic flattery doesn’t suit you.”

“Ah, it’s not that. I said it because you want to hear it.”

Yoongi sucked in a tight breath.

“But I don’t have to tell you,” she continued, voice dripping into him, brushing against his arousal, igniting it. “I could show you. It’s much more effective.”

He found himself breathing harder than he thought. He cleared his throat. “How did you know I wanted to hear it?” he circumvented, trying to calm himself.

“I didn’t,” she responded simply. “I guessed. And now I know.”

Shit.

Yoongi’s eyes flickered to his bedroom door. He stood up, quickly locking it. His black sweatpants were baggy, but not baggy enough to hide his hard-on. His lips formed her name, quietly.

“Yes, Yoongi?” The soft, lazy purr, nudging him. Spurring him.

“What are you doing?”

He made his way to his bed, step by step, listening to her voice.

“On my bed, in my red dress.” Her tone changed, more smokey. “It’s nice and tight. Almost too tight.”

Yoongi climbed onto his bed, arranging the pillows. “Did you wear it just for me?”

“Mmm, that would be poetic, but in this case, you merely have good timing,” she murmured. “I was trying it on and debating on if I should keep it. It’s not my usual style.”

“Because your usual style is stolen men’s clothes.”

She laughed again, that attractive laugh that he was beginning to get addicted to. “It’s a little more feminine than I’m used to.”

“I like it. Wear it for me.”

He heard her pause. Then her voice came back to him, amused. “Simple, but silver-tongued.”

Yoongi laid against his pillow mountain, back against his headboard. “Some would call it my tongue technology.”

“Some? Or just you?”

“You will once you feel it.”

He heard her sharp intake of breath. “Is that a promise?”

“It can be.”

Her soft exhale tickled his ear. His heart thudded in his chest.

“Hey, Yoongi.”

He breathed her name like smoke. His voice was deep with arousal.

“I want to fuck you.”

He let out a raspy chuckle. “Yeah? Do you even know what I look like?”

“Mhm.” Her seductive exhale, almost a moan. “I have pictures. Lots of them. Thanks to your adorable friends.”

“So, they are good for something.”

“You have nice hands.”

Yoongi felt his breathing hasten. When had he started palming himself? He couldn’t remember. He just knew she had entered his atmosphere and all he could do was listen to the show.

“Nice hands I want on my body.” He pressed his fingers on his clothed length, feeling it throb against them. “Makes me wet thinking about it.” He opened his mouth to ask to listen, but then he heard it. The wet, tight squelching of warm flesh. A wispy moan left his lips. Her voice came back and his hand slipped under the waistband of his sweatpants. “Ah, it would be much better if this was your fingers.” He heard the ruffle of pillows as she fell against them. Her moan was louder, unashamed. “Two of them, stuffed all the way inside me.”

He swallowed, pulling his cock out of his pants. “Can’t take more than that?”

She chuckled. “So greedy. I want to enjoy you.”

Yoongi could hear the sloppy sounds of her fingering herself roughly. “Stroke your clit for me.”

She made a satisfied little whine. He could hear her pace quicken. His hand wrapped around his stiff length, moving slowly. Her soft noises fascinated him, so gentle but needy at the same time. He wanted to watch. To see her face as she made them.

“Hah,” he muttered. “You’re making me so fucking hard.”

A mischievous little snicker. “Would you let me touch it, Yoongi? Let me jack you off?” Her words were becoming less elegant, dirtier. He liked this evolution. “Or do you want my lips around your cock, the head all the way down my throat?”

He moaned right into the microphone, pumping himself faster, harder. Her name on his lips, dragged out with his pants.

“Or do you want to be in my pussy?” she continued, breathless, the wet thrusting sounds getting louder, more filthy, more erotic. “Do you want to be in this tight little hole, sucking you in, clenched around your cock?”

“Fuck,” he groaned, burying his face into his pillows, praying Jungkook couldn’t hear him. “I bet you’re so fucking good.”

She chuckled, sensual and dark. “You’ll know soon.” Her breathing quickened, words dripping with lust as she drawled into his ear. “Faster, Yoongi. Want you to cum for me.” He gasped, trying to cut it short by biting his lower lip. “That’s right, I can hear you. I can hear you jacking yourself off and I like it,” she whispered softly. “I want to hear you orgasm, Yoongi. Want to hear my name come out of those pretty pink lips.”

He whined, clutching his phone to his ear, stroking himself furiously. “What about you?”

The smuggest little snicker gracing his ear.

“I stopped. So I can wait for you. So you can finish me with those beautiful hands of yours. So I can have that silver tongue on my clit, driving me insane, leaking into your mouth, hips fucking your face.”

Yoongi was losing it. Slowly, but surely. He wanted to stop too, wanted to pause so he could tease her too, but his hand couldn’t stop, smearing his leaking pre-cum over his throbbing cock, the head angry and red, pulsing against his palm as she spoke. Her carnal voice taking him somewhere else, somewhere where he had to shove his face into his pillows, trying not to be too loud, trying to hold himself back, phone jammed against his mouth to let her hear him and his desperation.

“And then I’m going to let you fuck my pussy, any way you like. From the front, from behind, riding you, against the wall, on the bed, on a table,” she breathed. His legs were shaking with strain, so close, so fucking close. “Because I want you, Yoongi, you and your hands, your breath against my skin, you cock stretching me out, ruining me.”

He pressed his lips against the bottom of his smartphone and wantonly moaned, hot white strands of his own cum squirting out in between his fingers, running down his hand. He gritted his teeth, squeezing the head and heightening the pleasure, letting it release all over him in shudders, thighs trembling at the ecstasy. He panted into mic, not caring that he sounded winded, not minding at all because the delicious moan she made back at him was desperate with desire.

Yoongi smiled.

His hand was a dirty mess.

“Let me text you my address,” he growled. “Wear the dress.”

-

“Oh! Lamb skewers!”

Jungkook devoured them happily. Yoongi ate slower, calmly holding the end of the wooden stick with the hand he used to jack off with fifteen minutes earlier. Delivery was fast these days.

“Are you in a good mood, hyung?” Jungkook said curiously. “You’re smiling.”

Yoongi chewed deliberately.

The sauce coated his lips. He licked it off slowly, thinking.

“You always eat so much. Watching you makes me feel full and proud, like a dad.”

Jungkook beamed.

-

Yoongi wanted to throw Jungkook out of his apartment.

He liked him. Really. Great kid. Ate a lot. Also, cute.

But Jeon Jungkook and his giant backpack was a massive cockblock right now. Yoongi was pissed watching Jungkook collect his books and stuff them into his hundred-centimeter duffel backpack. Who the fuck needed a bag that big? What the fuck was in there? Why did he need all that shit just to come over and study? The hell was he studying? The intricates of the female orgasm? Because that was the only subject that would require that many books.

He stood in his kitchen, washing the dishes, staring at Jungkook with a blank expression. Inside, he was fuming.

His eyes shifted to the window. She had texted saying she was waiting in her car. Just chilling, totally fine. A muscle in his face twitched. Jungkook, Yoongi thought bitterly, if you become the reason that I don’t get that delicious voice and wet ass pussy tonight, I will personally make sure you can never orgasm aga–

“Okay, hyung, I think I got everything. You sure you don’t want help?” Jungkook said cheerfully, shouldering his backpack.

“I’m already done,” Yoongi said impassionedly, wiping his hands. The dishes were on the drying rack now and his hands were clean, free of soap. “You have your phone?” he asked, a little more patiently and with less indication that he wanted to murder him. Jungkook didn’t seem to notice, checking his pockets for his wallet and phone. He pulled out a smartphone from his pocket.

Not his phone.

Yoongi swooped over, picking up Jungkook’s phone from the couch and snatching his own from Jungkook’s hands.

“Ah, sorry, hyung, I thought it was mine,” Jungkook apologized, looking sheepish as Yoongi handed him his actual phone.

“I have an Android,” Yoongi said placidly, cramming his phone into his pocket. “Alright, off with you. I need to sleep.”

Jungkook chuckled deep in his chest. “You’re always sleeping, hyung.”

“Because I always need sleep,” Yoongi mumbled, heading for the door as Jungkook yanked on his chunky black sneakers. He opened the door, shooing him out like an old grandpa. Jungkook grinned, bowing a little.

“Thanks for the meal, hyung.”

“You’re welcome, Jungkook.”

And he waved as Jungkook bounded away, his long strides taking him across the hall. Jungkook was the type of kid to take stairs them two at a time. Yoongi waited until he was at the end of the hall before closing the door. He hoped Jungkook would make it home okay. It was quite late already.

He pulled out his phone. No messages. Whew.

His doorbell rang.

Yoongi groaned, spinning around. “The fuck did Jungkook forget now–” he muttered as he opened the door.

It was not Jungkook.

At least, Jungkook had not worn sleek black pumps, or have the most delicious looking legs on earth, paired with the most fuckable hips crammed in a tiny red dress, breasts perfectly molded by lush fabric, gorgeous collarbones (eh, a maybe on that one), and plump lips with mischievous eyes.

“Hello, Min Yoongi.”

She sounded exactly how she did on the phone. No, better. She had a voice that made him want to tell her everything. But that was crazy. This whole thing was crazy.

His lips parted. “You do this all the time, huh?”

She tilted her head. “Actually,” she said casually, turning her phone in her hand, car keys jangling. “No. I don’t think I’ve ever made a house call for a guy I’ve only spoken to on the phone.” She smirked, eyes glittering. “Especially not for a guy who takes pictures of me when I’m not looking.”

He swallowed. “The first one I was drunk.”

She cocked an eyebrow. “And the second?”

He blinked, ears burning. “I wasn’t drunk.”

She swung the keys around a finger. “Ah, I see.” She leaned forward in his doorframe, lashes lowering, looking him up and down. He felt grossly underdressed in his skull graphic gray t-shirt and black sweatpants. Literally the same outfit he was wearing when he jacked off earlier to this voice.

“You have a cum stain on your pants.”

Yoongi jerked back, staring down at his sweatpants, but she laughed, arms around her waist, pushing her breasts together. His eyes fixated on her tits instantly and then he snapped his head away, not wanting to be rude.

“I wanted to know if that was the same outfit you masturbated in earlier,” she purred. “Did I guess right, Yoongi?”

He chewed on is lip and his eyes flickered back to her, narrowing. “Isn’t that what you were wearing when you were begging for my fingers to be inside you?”

“This is exactly what I was wearing,” she replied, unperturbed by his comment. “Except I was wearing panties then.”

His eyes widened. He looked down at her hips, taut in the red velvet, then back up to her face.

“You’re lying.”

She tilted her head at him, amused. “Invite me in and find out.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Are you a vampire?”

She shook her head. “No, Yoongi. I am asking for consent.” Her smile was patient, demure. “Once that door closes behind me, I’m going to be all over you.” Eyes piercing into him. “I’m going to kiss you, touch you, let you touch me, take your clothes off, take my clothes off, and we're going to fuck.”

His heart was beating so fast that Yoongi wasn’t sure he was in his own body. Surely, he was too sluggish as a human being to be this turned on by a woman he barely knew standing in his front doorstep in red dress. His cock was so hard that he was pretty sure his brain was low on oxygen.

“In that order?”

Smile so charming he was falling. “Doesn’t have to be.”

He took a step back.

“Come in.”

She took a step into his apartment, heels against the hardwood. Click. His eyes traveled up that leg, remembering the first blurry picture. Click. Second leg, the memory of the second picture at that large house, wiping her chin. And now, in high definition.

One of her arms snaked around his waist, pulling him to her soft body. Yoongi gasped, suddenly close to her face, her warm, herbal scent tickling his nose. Eyes shimmering, already enamored with him. The last thing he saw before her lips pressed against his, soft like rice cake, but sweeter, lovelier. He moaned and she inhaled, taking his breath away, holding him against her body. He spoke against her lips, not trying to move away. Not wanting to.

“I haven’t closed the door yet,” he mumbled.

He felt her smile, looking at him with half-lidded eyes. “Ah. I jumped the gun.”

With a flick of her ankle, she kicked the door out of in his hand, shutting it abruptly. Yoongi jumped, hand suddenly holding nothing, thoroughly impressed that she just did that. In heels, no less.

“Is that better?” she purred.

He lowered his hand, placed it on her waist. Looked into her playful eyes, wondering how many others looked into these eyes and felt the same way he did, like he couldn’t escape, like he was pulled in an inescapable gravity.

“You look better up close, Yoongi,” she said softly. “I knew you would.”

He chuckled wryly. “You don’t even know me.”

There was something perceptive in that smile. “I’m about to.” Her other arm snaked around him, fingers slipping under his t-shirt. “Is there anything you want to know about me?”

He tensed as he felt her fingertips brush against his lower back. “Major?”

“Psychology.”

Somehow, he wasn’t surprised.

“Do you regularly test for…?”

She smirked a little. “I do. I tested three days ago. Clean.” Her nails crawled up his spine, sending shivers up and down. “Haven’t fucked since my last test. You?”

Yoongi snorted. “I haven’t had sex since the semester started. And I had a full clinical checkup before classes began.”

She hummed knowingly. “You have condoms at least, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I bought them when…” Yoongi trailed off. Her eyebrow arched elegantly. He was about to say he bought a box when Namjoon gave him her number, but somehow that sounded incredibly fucked up to say. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against his cheek, up his jaw, to his ear.

“When you realized you wanted to fuck me?”

He stiffened. No, Yoongi straight-up froze, and more than one part of him hardened up.

She rolled her hips into his, exposing him. He gasped, trying to pull away, but immediately rocked back into her as she dug her nails into his back, scratching him up. His fingers tightened into the red velvet, sliding down to her hips. Pressing down, feeling nothing but smoothness.

“You… really didn’t…”

She licked his earlobe, playing with his earrings. “I’m not a liar, Yoongi.” She pulled back, so self-satisfied and confident Yoongi thought he as going to pass out. “Lift it up. Go ahead and see.”

He wanted to. Yoongi wanted to, but this was his front door. And he didn’t want to fuck here.

Not this time anyway.

He chewed on his lip and pulled out of her grasp. She let him go, eyes still on him, amused.

“Shoes off.”

She kicked her black heels off lazily with two swift flicks. Poised and perfect and entirely aware of the effect it had on him. But, somehow, Yoongi couldn’t be mad. He was breathing hard, following the line of her legs, to her hips, to her breasts, to that face. He backed up slowly, and she followed, each stride with grace, the small smile on her lips. They made their way to his bedroom like that. She paused at his desk, putting down her phone and keys. Her eyes spied the mountain of pillows he had created, the clear indent of where he had been laying earlier.

Yoongi raised a finger. “Don’t say it.”

Her smirk widened. Closed the distance between them, taking his wrist. Then her pink tongue slid out, wrapping around his finger. Yoongi’s eyes widened, feeling her warm saliva coat him, breath so hot his cock was fighting against his pants, tongue moving so expertly that it was clear she knew what she was doing.

Yoongi was beginning to realize how she completed her conquests.

“Want this finger in me,” she breathed. “And as many as you can fit.”

He sank his teeth into his lower lip and reached forward with his other hand. Her eyes watched him as he traced the short hem of her dress. Hooking a few fingers under, tugging it upwards. His breathing hitched, watching the velvet bunched up, sinking into her softness. So tight that he had to slowly unravel it over her ass, swallowing hard as he felt her skin. Her bare pussy came into view. Already dripping wet, her juices smeared in her inner thighs because of how tight the dress was.

Yoongi’s eyes traveled back up to hers. She closed her lips and pulled his finger out of her mouth slowly, sucking a little, eyes penetrating him.

His heartbeat skipped at the dirty display of power.

She lowered his hand, still holding his finger in place. Turned his wrist, spread her legs a little. Every action deliberate, absolutely aware he was watching. She lifted another of his fingers, pressing it against the saliva-covered one. Pressed them both against her wetness. He gasped as he felt the slippery warmth. Her lips parted, speaking familiar words that were spoken in his bedroom before (at least through his phone), in the same seductive tone that made his heart race and stomach flutter.

“Two of them, stuffed all the way inside me.”

And then she shoved them into her pussy, all the way to the knuckles. Yoongi moaned involuntarily, suddenly feeling her tight walls clenching around him. She grabbed his shirt and knocked him against her, moaning with him, eyes closing in bliss.

“F-fuck…” she gasped. “I knew your fingers would be amazing.”

She rolled her hips onto his hand and whatever hesitation Yoongi had was quickly smothered by his arousal, forcefully suffocating it as he gripped her head, crashing his lips to hers, breathing in her scent and intoxicating himself. He moved his hand himself, thrusting them into her as she cried out against his lips. Yoongi took the moment to snake his tongue into her mouth, rubbing it against hers teasingly. She retreated her own hand as he set up his pace, savoring in the loud squelching noises.

“Are you enjoying me?” he whispered against her skin, scissoring his fingers.

Her nails dug into his shirt, hissing in satisfaction. “So very much, Yoongi.”

He kissed past her chin, to her neck, exposing her throat. Her hand sank down to the waistband of his sweatpants. He licked her hot skin, feeling the blood pulse in her veins.

“Can I?”

She snickered. “Do whatever you want to me.”

He placed his lips onto her neck, sucking hard. She gasped enticingly, fingers slipping under. Dragging his sweatpants down as he paired his fingers with pain, a prickling bite that had her body shivering under him. And yet, she still tugged down his boxer briefs, whimpering as he sank his teeth in, sucking harder. His hard cock bounced into her waiting palm, desperate to be touched by a different hand.

Yoongi unlocked his jaw, licking his bite softly as she stroked him, slowly. Fuck. Fuck, the kind of touch that was too much and not enough all at once. He dipped his head to that slope between your shoulder and neck. Biting again as she bucked into his fingers, fucking him back as she gradually pumped his cock to full hardness.

The chuckle in her throat vibrated into his teeth.

“Saw all those hickeys they left me and wanted to add your own?”

His answer was sucking harder, inserting another finger into her. She gasped, her own hand pausing, moaning his name as he went faster, shoving his fingers into her roughly. Growling deeply, knowing she was close with how intensely she was squeezing him now. She tipped her head back, biting her lip hard to muffle her louder cries.

So Yoongi shoved his pinky in her too.

“A-ah, Yoongi!”

That’s what he wanted. He wanted her to blurt out his name in surprise, clutching his shirt so hard it was straining against his back as she came all over his hand, juices sliding down her titillating thighs as she clamped them around his wrist, sucking in tight breaths as she rode out her high, completely forgetting she had been jacking him off seconds before.

He didn’t care. This was just payback for earlier.

Yoongi yanked out his fingers from between her legs. She whimpered, leaning against him, hand releasing his shirt, panting hard. He put them in his mouth, relishing in her taste as it flooded his mouth, thick, sweet and addictive.

“Better than being five shots in?” he mumbled, licking the hickeys he left.

She laughed, the sound tingling his ears. “I could do ten and still be fine.”

He raised his eyebrows. “That’s impossible.”

“General anesthesia doesn’t work on me either, so it’s not all positive.”

She traced patterns on his gray shirt. He smirked, his free hand finding the zipper of her dress. Down, down, down.

“You want it already?”

Naughty eyes found his. “Oh, I’m definitely taking it from you.”

He pushed the straps off her shoulders, rolling the velvet dress down. It stopped at her hips, unable to go any further without ripping.

“Damn, this thing is tighter than a condom.”

She chuckled, gently brushing his hands away and lifting it over her head. It was only then that Yoongi realized her naked breasts, nipples already hard, bouncing with her movement.

“That’s why I said I was thinking about returning. None of my bras fit under it.”

Unashamed, Yoongi placed his hands on her tits, sinking his fingers into the softness. He bit his lip, rubbing his palm against her nipples, earning a wispy moan.

“Absolutely not,” he whispered, narrowing his eyes at her playfully. “I won’t allow you to return it.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Should I wear it to a party then?”

Yoongi shrugged. “If I’m at it and you’re willing to bounce on my dick in front of everyone with it on, then yes.”

She snickered. “I have some self-preservation, even if it’s not much.”

He shrugged again. “Then I will settle for private lap dances.”

This was better than over the phone. He could see her amused smile, hear the soft noises she made when he touched her. And he actually could touch her, which was the most important part.

He tugged at her breasts, pulling her towards him into a kiss. She sighed into his lips, hands coming up to cup his face, tangling in his hair as he led her to the bed, losing his pants and underwear in the process. He played with her nipples, soft and hard, easily able to be held in two fingers and rubbed with a third. She whined against his kisses, trapped by his tongue as he lowered her to the side of the bed.

“Going to use this silver tongue on me?” she murmured, catching his lower lip in her teeth.

He shivered, pulling away. “Interested in the tongue technology, aren’t you?” he teased.

She watched him kiss down her neck, her chest, licking her nipples and sucking on them. She moaned, leaning back against the sheets as he spread her legs with his hands, pecks down her stomach, lower and lower, her heavenly, heavy scent burning into his memory. His knees hit the floor, her legs over the side of the bed. Eyes shifting back to hers as he hovered over her sex, blowing a steady stream of cool air onto the hotness. She shuddered, thighs trembling in his hands.

Yoongi made sure to memorize this image for future purposes.

Just in case he was alone and she couldn’t be there.

He leaned forward and ran his tongue over her folds, licking up her residual orgasm. Oh, fuck. It was almost better this way, with her pussy adding heat to the taste. He pressed his lips against her opening, moaning as he felt her walls clench and throb. Yoongi cocked an eyebrow and she grinned down at him. His tongue slid out, finding the sensitive nub immediately. He latched his lips around it, soft but repeated kitten licks with suction.

Her leg muscles tensed in his hands as she panted above him, hips jutting into his face. He smirked knowingly, increasing the pressure and the suction, brows furrowing as he concentrated, committing every movement, every sound, every breathless whisper of his name to memory. Yoongi had eaten a lot of pussy in his short lifetime. He knew he was good at it and he had been asked to do it often. But never had it been like this, so erotic with her pussy thickly dripping onto his chin, so sensual with her soft thighs and sighs, his name, his name, coming out of the that mouth in that smokey seductive tone, empowering him like no other.

Yoongi never knew he could be desired like this and he loved it.

Perhaps a bit too much, because his cock was leaking onto his own thighs, making a fucking mess.

“I’m going to cum, Yoongi,” she gritted out. “Going to cum al over your handsome face and pretty pink lips, fuck.”

He momentarily forgot about his mess as he increased the intensity and speed, pushing her to the edge, delicate whines tearing from her throat as he did so, her swollen clit throbbing in his mouth as she came, his name a helpless wail, her thighs threatening to slam shut around his head.

To be honest, if his death was suffocation by pussy, Yoongi would take it.

Her orgasm gushed into his mouth and he drank it greedily, moaning at how delicious it was, maybe even sweeter than the first one. He would remember this taste, possibly forever.

Yoongi would definitely taste it again. He was going to make sure of that.

He stood up, her legs on the side of his bed, chest heaving as she caught her breath. He went to his night stand and took out a condom, shedding his shirt and tossing it on the bed. Her eyes shot to it immediately and he smirked.

“I’ll let you have it, don’t worry.”

He stood in front of her, rolling the condom on.

“Like this?” she asked quietly, smiling.

“Yes, like this.” Yoongi lifted her legs, pulling her a little closer. “Look at me.”

Her gaze locked with his.

He slid in easily, the mixture of lubricant, his saliva, her juices letting him in, inviting him. Oh, God. If her overwhelming warmth and tight clench as he fully entered wasn’t enough, her satisfied moan was certainly enough, stroking his ego and his dick. Even if it was fleeting boost, he wanted it and he was getting it as he pulled out a little and smacked his hips into hers, making sure to keep the angle that had her abused clit running across his length as he thrust into her.

“F-fuck, Yoongi,” she panted. “Why do you feel so good?”

He chuckled darkly. “You tell me.”

She tightened around him and he groaned, forcefully slamming his hips to reach deeper. She whimpered, clutching his sheets, tits bouncing as he fucked her, already knowing he was addicted, already knowing he would be back for more because she was so warm, so tight, so fucking feral with how desperate she was sounding on his cock, asking for more, more, until he placed her legs on his shoulders and fucked her hard into the side of the bed, ramming her into the mattress, fingers pressed into her ass to keep her in place.

“Yes, Yoongi, fuck yes, I’m going to cum–”

Words turning into a shuddering gasp as she came again, around his cock this time, throbbing and running shocks of pleasure all over his length. Thanks to him masturbating earlier, he didn’t cum right away, instead pounding her through the first orgasm and demanding her to chase another, nails digging into her ass. Her knuckles were white, buried into his sheets, twisting, messing them up and almost pulling them off the bed with how intensely he was lewdly slapping their hips together, probably going to get the police called on him, but he didn’t care (and perhaps they would simply cheer him on, because holy shit, her open mouth moaning his name was hot as fuck).

“You going to cum with me?” he hissed, spanking her ass hard.

She let out a satisfied little whine. “You want me to hold back that long?”

Yoongi smacked the other cheek. A lustful whimper now. “I’m close, come on, come on…”

She set her jaw and rose her hips to meet his, intensifying the feeling, pupils blown wide with glistening lust as she fucked him back, the sound even louder, harsher, better than porn. Or maybe they were porn, because at this point, Yoongi really couldn’t tell. His cock was straining, hammering into her walls as he felt his core tighten, the familiar overstretched-guitar-string tautness signaling his crescendo, warning him. He sucked in his lower lip, eyes on her shapely lips forming his name.

“Cum with me, fuck,” he gasped, pleasure slamming into him as he pushed all the way in one last time, shocking every nerve with endorphins, flowing over his entire body, so good that his legs shook. She moaned and he felt her peak too as his cock shot into the condom, her walls throbbing around him and squeezing him for all he was worth, draining him, sucking it all out.

It was euphoria.

Yoongi thought to himself that he really, really should have sent that picture earlier.

-

They sat on his bed after cleaning up, naked. Leaning against his pillow tower, her head against his shoulder, their clothes everywhere and his lips on her neck, adding more love bites. He paused for a moment, pulling his head back to stare at her profile.

"You fuck them because you want to know them."

She turned her head slowly, eyes finding his. 

"Because it excites you," Yoongi continued. "It turns you on when you figure someone out, when you learn about someone new through fucking. They're all different and you love that. You crave that."

Her lips curved into a sly, yet apologetic, smile. "Sex reveals a lot about a person."

"That's why you don't commit. You want to discover more, to fuck everyone who interests you."

She chuckled. Her hand reached over and grasped his gray t-shirt, pulling it to her. She slipped it over her head. It draped over her entire body, far too big. She leaned over, looking into his eyes, breath against his lips. 

"You're very clever, Yoongi," she whispered. There was an indescribable emotion in her eyes. "And attractive, as I said before." She inhaled softly, closing her eyes. She kissed him, lightly. Then she straightened, standing up. Looking hot as hell in his t-shirt, messy and pretty in his hickeys.

"I would like to see you again," she said simply, smiling. "I think I won't be able to get enough of you."

Yoongi smirked. 

 -

He's staring at you.

The party was way too loud for Yoongi's taste, but he also wasn't drunk enough to tolerate it either. He was the self-appointed designated driver, so he had to be alcohol-free. He did, however, find a way to occupy himself. 

Yoongi didn't bother to look up. He knew she was reading his text. 

I’m aware. Spied your hickey, I assume?

Yoongi wanted to smile. He really did, but he knew Jeon Jungkook was watching him now. That's why he had left the louder vibration setting on his phone when he normally had it on silent. Yoongi kept his face neutral, emotionless as he typed a response. 

I let him see it. 

Yoongi snuck a glance at Jungkook. He looked ready to pop a vein. Excellent. 

"I'll be right back."

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. Hm. He typed again. 

You should run. He looks pissed.

There was a sudden ruckus as she ran out of the party, Jungkook shoving through the crowd in a race to follow. Yoongi chuckled under his breath, highly amused. He reached into his pockets to grab his headphones. Searched Spotify for some old-school rap and waited for the inevitable conversation. He had his reply prepared when Jungkook would ask about how she was wearing the same shirt he was wearing yesterday.

Is it that weird for a girl to own a shirt I also bought from a store?

Yoongi smirked.

She really was so much fun.

--

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[ak8shi]

Atsumu + Sakusa + Ushijima + Kageyama + Kenma + Kunimi: their favorite places to kiss you

Part 1

warnings: none, just smooching

Miya Atsumu

Oh boy, Atsumu LOVES kissing your hands and forehead!!

He just loves how he can bend over really quick and press little kisses to your forehead and you can’t do anything about it !!!!

If you’re subconsciously scrunching up your eyebrows, he will definitely kiss away those wrinkles no T-lines for you

Atsumu loves teasing you, and when he goes to kiss your knuckles, there’s two reasons as to why he does this: you’re mad at him or he wants to see you flustered lmfao

Kissing your hand and knuckles is almost his way of apologizing to you when you’re angry, he does it to try to get you to look at him and hear him out; we all know he’s stubborn as fuck and hates admitting he’s wrong

BUT Atsumu also adores it so so much when he sees that pink flush take over your cheeks ugh he seriously can’t get enough of it😈

He feels like there’s no one else for him when he looks up at you through his lashes and you’re smiling down at him softly

Atsumu: yer a little red there baby

You: shut up big head🤬

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Sakusa adores kissing you on the crown of your head, and I 100% believe if your relationship is serious enough, he would blow you kisses!

Hear me out, with him being so tall, he loves the fact that he can quickly kiss you over your hair

Omi gets flustered so easily!! So a lot of times he comes up behind you and gives you a kiss over your hair so he can’t see your cute little face he will die

Given the occasion that he does face you and kiss you, he’s a complete mess on the inside and he tries to play it off cool, but you know him well enough to pick up on the way he isn’t making eye contact

Now,,, we all know Sakusa well enough to know no physical contact is a plus for him

So when you blow him a kiss from the stands during one of his matches, his heart feels like its about to burst god he loves you!!

It becomes a tradition, he walks over during warm ups, and he blows you a kiss and you put it into your pocket every time ! one time you forgot and he was lowkey sulking about it and wouldn’t let you live it down for the entire week until his next game

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Toshi would really enjoy kissing your lips and calves!

He’s a classic man and he just feels like there’s no better place to smooch than your lips

He doesn’t really kiss you on the lips in public often, but it’s really important to him when he’s greeting you or saying goodbye!! He kisses so softly and slowly too ugh

BUT in private, he loves to make out period. Ushijima loves how small and cute you look when he has your face engulfed in his big hands, lips puffy and slightly bruised

And he loves biting your bottom lip and seeing how you react .,,,let me stop

Okay and then he LOVES your legs, he’s a BIGGG leg dude

Never catch him skipping leg day! And he won’t let you skip it either 😤that’s on accountability

So if you’re like chilling on the couch with your legs in his lap, he’s definitely going to pick them up and leave a trail of kisses leading up to your thighs

Literally spare me, like he looks up at you so innocently and he loves seeing how you react to him doing that

He also kisses your calves and legs when things get hot and heavy

Kageyama Tobio

Kags absolutely goes crazy when he kisses your cheeks and arms!

He just loves how playful yet intimate a kiss on the cheek can be, and it takes a lot in him to initiate a kiss on your cheek tbh

He kisses you on the cheek to say thank you often, like if you surprised him at a match, you better prepare your cheeks for a smooch attack after!!! He’s so grateful to have you!!

He would hold you gently by the chin and kiss each side going back and forth multiple times !! What a cutie, you better bet he’s red as a tomato

Kags also loves to kiss your arms, especially to get your attention

Let’s say y’all are studying at the library and you have your earbuds in so you can’t hear him when he tries to call out your name

At first his signature scowl and pout combo is splayed across his face because he’s like...ugh I guess I have to do THAT and show some...vulnerability ig 😔

And then you’re slightly startled when you see your boyfriend leaning over in his chair, his soft, warm, lips pressed to your bicep

Him: L-Let’s go it’s late

You: 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Kozume Kenma

Kenma loves leaving kisses on the corners of your eyes and on your stomach!

He’s so adorable omg I just can really imagine him seeing you nod off and he scoots over to press kisses all over your eyelids, telling you it’s okay to fall asleep before tucking you in

Kenma loves your eyes and eyelashes so much, he thinks you’re so pretty and he can’t help himself when you look all cute and sleepy !!

Even when you aren’t about to fall asleep, when he has to go on a business trip and he’s saying goodbye, all you have to do is lean into him and close your eyes and his soft lips will be on your eyelids in seconds

Kenma also just really loves how soft your stomach is!! He lays on it all the time while he games, so it’s convenient for him to leave kisses there !

You have a system where you play with his hair while he strokes your sides and leaves kisses on your abdomen

If you stop he gets mad tho lmfaoo don’t play him like that

Kunimi Akira

I LOVE Kunimi,, my stoner eboyfriend, he would love kissing his s/o along their jawline and their back!

Kunimi loves it when he comes home to you in a tank top and sweats laying on your stomach in bed

He will IMMEDIATELY come over and greet you by kissing up the column of your spine, as well as on your shoulder blades

He goes crazy when you wear anything with cut outs along your back he just loves how pretty the curve of your bare back looks! He loves giving you massages but that’s a different story

He also loves kissing your jawline and hearing you sigh when he finds your weak spot

You can feel him smile against your skin when he finds it, such a tease smh

He loves cuddling with his head on your chest, so really it’s the perfect position to tilt his head up and show you some love !!

Sometimes Kunimi’s hair tickles you though and he secretly loves it because he gets to hear your beautiful laugh