#something that doesn’t lead to sexting but is just a little fun

[biggirldreaming]

Sending casual nudes to each other during the day 😌

[blublublujk]

nobody knows

mini-series

word count: 3k

genre: established relationship (hard dom x slutty sub)

pairing: hoseok x reader and jungkook x reader

summary:

the older tends to stay up a bit longer than you and he doesn’t know if he’s gone mad or if he genuinely smells a different scent on you, but he does. he knows that scent so well, but he knows he must be going crazy. jungkookie? that virgin couldn’t fuck a girl even if she was sent on a silver platter to him.  hoseok shakes the thoughts out of his head and pulls you in closer, his grip is so tight, almost as if he’s trying to prove his point. he’d be damned if his slut was being used by anyone else than him.  but just how much were you willing to get away with? 

warnings: [please read if you are sensitive] hard dom hoseok!!, slutty sub reader!!, hoseok is not nice ok but he isn't terrible i promise, hoseok is extremely possessive, cheating involved but you would too so, explicit sexual content: rough sex, filming during sex, blowjob, sexual thoughts, virgin jungkook, voyeurism, falls between lines of dubious consent, sexting, breast play, nipple piercings, if i missed anything fuck me

a.n: hi there, it's me wanting to start something super unrelated to what i had in mind, but i've been going thru it again so please be easy and patient with me. i'll be dedicating whatever time i have on this for right now since i don't have the mental for something super creative and too long, i'm not really sure where this will go, it’s more like word rambling with no direction just seeing where this leads me, but please lmk if you have anything you wanna see. everything is lowercase because this is just gonna be super sloppy from start to finish. im gonna have fun with this so i hope you do too. see you next time!

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hoseok records everything because why wouldn’t he? he records absolutely everything because he wants to look back at old times and remember how desperate you became while slurping his dick down. every time you would pull away he would shove you back down, forcing you to deep throat. hoseok would bring the phone right up to your face, flashing light and all so he could get a good image of how pretty and wet your eyelashes would get. “stick it out for me baby, show the camera how you get.” 

obviously, you listen (you’re the best sub) and hoseok loves it. he loves the cockslut you turn into, how dumb you get whenever his dick is pulled from his baggy jeans. begging for him to fill your pathetic hole. sometimes he makes sure you spend weeks without it so you reminisce about how delicious he felt shoving himself brutally into your tight walls.  

hoseok couldn’t wait to show all the members to brag about how disciplined his little subby angel was, watch their expressions fall as you took him like the good girl you were, mouth slack and moaning like a bitch in heat for him. 

and when jungkook starts begging for a turn because he’s never experienced that with anyone in his life. how could he anyways! he was practically forced into the industry at such a young age and didn’t have any time to explore himself sexually. he’s extremely frustrated and wants to experience sex just once in his life!

jungkook begged just once for it, but hoseok hyung was so mean! he would force the younger to watch while he took you from the back and fucked you drunk. jungkook couldn’t do anything, but watch and whine. he would grow desperate hearing you through walls and sometimes even finding your slick-cum filled panties all over the dorm. 

the more he begged the more hoseok pulled back and continued to tease him about it. jungkook thought maybe he could never have you, but for the live shows from time-to-time were enough and the videos hoseok would take after cumming all over your pretty ass, claiming his bitch once and for all. jungkook lives with that for now. he can’t have you, but that is close enough. 

at the same time, hoseok doesn’t think he will ever share you. no questions asked, he’s just too mean, extremely possessive of what is his. he doesn’t share and will never fucking share. for as long as he lives, you will live off his cock and be thankful for all he gives you. 

but hoseok is an extremely hard worker, spending too much time in his studio and hours on end in the practice room. 

fortunately for you, it’s just enough time for the tricks up your sleeve. 

it started off like this, you would wait until you were sure hoseok was gone and didn’t plan on returning home until late. sometimes, he spent nights in his studio, one could never know being on hoseok’s time. 

given that information, jungkook always came home earlier than everyone else, privileges of being the youngest of all members. it’s not at all that he wasn’t hard working, the others simply worked too much and too hard. jungkook was much more lenient about his time and always allowed himself to rest when it was needed. that being said, it was too easy. 

“jungkookie?” 

when he doesn’t reply, you assume he’s either one, showering, or two he’s dozed off. either way, that simply won’t do. 

“jungkookie?” this time you are louder, knocking three times at his door. 

jungkook opens his door, hair disheveled and sleepy wide-eyed. “noona?”

“ah, sorry. i need some help.” jungkook can’t help the way he practically eats you with his gaze, though he tries to hide it. you were in the shortest shorts he’s ever seen and a tank that squeezed your breasts together. that boy would drool over it, if it wasn’t basically forbidden. hoseok made himself very clear, what’s his is his. 

“what can i help you with noona?” sweet and as respectful as ever, jungkook smiles even after you awaken him from his slumber. 

“i wanted to watch a movie in the living room, but for some reason the tv doesn’t wanna turn on. can you help me fix it?” your tone is short of suggestive, but jungkook is as innocent as ever. 

“of course noona, joon hyung probably messed with it this weekend and never bothered fixing it. you know how it is, let me see what i can do.” living in a condo with seven other men usually meant you would constantly run through problems as such. of course by now, you were used to it and nothing ever really bothered you anymore. they were all really kind and respectful of you, regardless of everything they have seen (hoseok really loves to show off what’s his and doesn’t give a damn what anybody thinks, you were perfect for him). whatever you needed or wanted, you would have it. all you had to do was open your mouth and any of the guys would run to the rescue. 

“thank you jungkookie, noona’s sorry for always bothering you.” you really aren’t. 

“nonsense noona! i’ll always do what i can to help you.” jungkook bends down to assess the tv more properly, and for a minute, he actually struggles finding the source of the problem. while he’s turned around, you shove your tank down, making sure your tits nearly hang out of the fabric, just enough to entice him, but he continued his search not bothering to turn back around. 

“jungkookie—” 

“a-ha! found the issue noona, the tv was just unplugged. joon hyung must have forgotten to replug it. all fixed!” jungkook turns back around, proud smile on his face.

“ah! silly me. i must have not noticed.” except for you did because twenty minutes ago, you unplugged it yourself to do exactly what you were about to do next. “well, i’ll let you rest now. don’t mind me. noona will be here watching a movie if you need anything. unless… you want to watch with me? noona’s very lonely these days.”

“what will you be watching?” the younger’s eyes narrow as if contemplating his answer. 

“iron man?” it comes off as a question, although somewhere along the lines you recall jungkook clearly expressing his love for the superhero. you couldn’t be too far off. 

his face immediately lights up. bingo. 

“of course, i’ll watch with you! i’ll be right back, let me bring some popcorn!” with that, he leaves you behind and you make yourself comfortable. thank god jungkook was so clueless, he had yet to even notice your questionable choice of clothing. you were practically selling yourself bare. his eyes dropped from time-to-time, but jungkook was super respectful. at least, he tried to be. 

“didn’t know if you preferred skittles or reeses pieces, but i brought both.” jungkook hands them off, soft smile on his face, his bangs nearly covering his eyes. 

“thank you jungkookie, make yourself comfortable!”

by his own means of comfortability, he plops himself at a very respectful distance from you, too respectful even and it frustrates you a bit, for now you settle that at least you've gotten this far. 

the movie starts off a bit slow for your liking, but jungkook seems to be enchanted by the damn film from the start, not once does he take his eyes off the stupid screen. mouth stuffed with fluffy popcorn as he sips on some soda. 

“want some?” he gestures at the bowl of popcorn and you quickly shake your head. jungkook turns his attention back to the screen and continues watching the movie happily. 

“it’s chilly no?” you say after some minutes, he doesn’t seem to notice you get a bit closer. stalking him like some predator. it’s really not chilly at all, but even if you were, your choice of clothing is not very helpful. 

jungkook pauses and shakes his head. “not really, i’ll bring you a blanket though!”

curse him for being so sweet and cute. at this rate, you’ll get nowhere and it’s frustrating as fuck. 

“here you go, noona. need anything else?” jungkook lays the blanket over you, covering you up entirely. for fuck sake, does he not get the hint. your outfit is practically useless now! 

“no, that’s all for now. thank you, kookie.” the boy melts away, he adores when he hears that nickname from his noona. one thing was for sure, hoseok was extremely lucky. 

the movie carries on and you almost fall asleep midway. from time-to-time, you hear a few audible reactions coming from jungkook. a few gasps here and there as if he hasn’t watched this movie ten thousand other times and you aren’t sure if your vision has gotten worse or if you saw jungkook tear up, he was quick to shake his tears away so you both go on acting as if nothing happened. 

your phone buzzes at some point in the movie and it could only be one other person. 

daddy: send nudes

me: can’t rn

daddy: why not? 

me: watching a movie

daddy: alone?

me: maybe :)

Well, it’s not like you were lying! what he doesn’t know won't kill him. 

daddy: behave baby, wouldn’t want me to tie you to the bedpost while i’m gone 

hoseok has threatened multiple times to do it and although he’s never done it outside of sex, it’s worrisome the way it turns you on. what you would do for a man to want you that much. 

hoseok has made it beyond clear, the members are completely off limits. you just can’t help yourself. 

me: daddy’s so mean :( 

daddy: yeah, the worst.  now do what i asked of you

me: yes daddy

“gonna use the restroom. need something?” jungkook watches as you walk away and quickly shakes his head no. although you can’t see him, you can feel a heavy gaze lingering as you leave the room. shame he doesn’t act on his lust and arousal, but what more can one expect from a nerdy virgin. 

with a couple flicks of your juicy tits, you send them over straight away with a simple kiss emoji and make your way back in no time. 

jungkook doesn’t even notice your presence until you clear your throat. he smiles at you before he turns his attention back. 

daddy: fuck look at you wanna bite those nipples off 

me: come do it i’m so horny daddy

daddy: yeah?  i’ll fuck it out of you this weekend

me: that’s too long, i want it now

daddy: that’s too bad isn’t it? 

me: why are you so mean :( 

daddy: i gotta go, behave  and don't play with yourself you know i don’t like my shit used 

though you are tempted to send the rolling eyes emoji, you hold it in for your sake, you prefer to keep your pussy intact, thank you very much. hoseok is strictly against pleasing yourself while he’s gone and you understand why to some degree. 

it’s like edging, the sex is just ten times better. you both are more horny, your pussy is much tighter— wetter. you're much needier, desperate even. he does it all for good reason, but what can he do about the fact that you just need a little more. maybe you truly are the slut he says you are and you are about to get what you need, one way or another. someone is bound to give it to you. men are dogs either way. 

you throw your phone aside and attempt to watch the movie again, cuddling yourself, though you much rather be bare and bouncing on dick. we can’t have everything in life, sadly. 

“kookie, noona’s still cold.” you say with one last attempt at this. if he really doesn’t break this time, what else can you fucking do. you’ve already thrown yourself bare and he barely moved. 

“oh? should i get another—” jungkook’s words die at his throat when he feels you lay on his chest, your ass sits on his thigh and he nearly chokes on spit. “n-noona.”

“this will work just fine jungkookie, thank you.” 

if hoseok knew the reality of the situation, he would kill you. that itself accelerates you more than anything. 

jungkook is a bit awkward at first, but he eventually comes through and starts getting comfortable himself, even going as far as laying a hand on your back. 

for a few minutes it stays like that, a bit too quiet for your liking, but you could hear his calming breaths as they leave his body. he smells so fresh, a bit of lavender detergent. god, you want to rip him out of his clothes and show him a good time, if only he let you or much better asked you. 

“noona, something is stabbing me. sorry can you?” 

with a confused expression, you pull off and his eyes land on the exact issue. you almost fail to hide the smile creeping its way on your face. 

“oh! sorry, that’s my nipple piercings.” 

jungkook immediately goes red and starts coughing. “oh! no sorry it’s okay, yeah i’m sorry.” 

“have you ever seen nipple piercings in person kookie?” 

jungkook just shakes his head, cheeks still burning pink. “i know jimin-hyung has them, but he doesn’t show them off like that.” 

oh? that was news to you. you’re intrigued, but for now you handle what is in front of you. 

“ah, wanna see?” 

jungkook’s eyes almost fall out of his head. “w-what about hoseok-hyung?” 

“it’s not like we are doing anything wrong? i can just show you quickly, you know, for scientific purposes.” please let this work, you were on your last chance. 

“o-okay.” jackpot. 

you start by lowering one strap and jungkook’s breath hitches as he watches very closely as more skin becomes uncovered. carefully, you pull at both straps until they have fallen and your tits bounce deliciously as they drop from your flimsy tank. 

jungkook stopped breathing seconds ago, without thinking he pokes at the rod of steel, big-eyes curious and full of stars. “is that?”

“bunnies.” you smile at him sweetly. “they’re little bunnies, just like you.” 

without another word said, jungkook clears his throat and turns red. “i- i’m sorry. i shouldn't have touched.” 

you shrug. “it’s okay, i didn’t mind.” 

“does it hurt?” the younger asks while still not being able to take his eyes off. iron man be gone. 

“no, not at all. you can touch, if you want.” 

jungkook seems to contemplate it for a few seconds before his hand covers yours, holding the perfect mounds of flesh in his palms. he thumbs your piercings in awe, he didn’t even know those types of piercings existed. 

for a few seconds, he does just that. he caresses your soft bare skin, barely putting any pressure as he squeezes them. he’s definitely getting a bit handsy and carried away, but who are you to call his attention. plus you don’t mind one bit, in fact this is exactly what you wanted and you got it. 

it ends as soon as it starts. jungkook lets go of your breasts and shyly looks away. he allows for you to tuck them back inside before he looks back over. “t-thank you, noona.”

“of course.” any time is stuck in your throat, but you bite your tongue and instead watch the movie like you both are supposed to be doing. 

the movie resumes as if nothing happened and it eventually ends. you can’t even be disappointed because you got farther than you thought you would have, but tonight you’ll sleep a bit more comfortably. 

“thank you for watching with me jungkookie, see you tomorrow. goodnight.” just as jungkook is about to reply, he feels a soft kiss on his cheek and he freezes once more. the younger’s face instantly flushes and it takes him so long to form words together. jungkook doesn’t believe his luck or is this his punishment? maybe he’s going insane. 

“goodnight.” he breathes out before you slip out of his hands and into your room. a room you share with his hoseok-hyung, god if he ever knew, he would kill you both. 

jungkook sleeps with one eye open that night, feeling guilty and a bit ashamed. he doesn’t even jerk off like he normally does, tossing and turning all fucking night. it’s not his fault, is it? he doesn’t know what he was doing anyways. he’s a total loser and he feels like one. 

in another room, you aren’t even sure what time hoseok makes it back home, but you do feel the instant he roughly pulls you against his body. flush end against his front, he’s super cold from being out so late so you feel yourself shiver in his hold. you aren’t sure if you are shivering because of that or because you’re scared he’ll smell jungkook’s calming scent all over you. who are you kidding though, he won’t. you’ll be fine and it’s definitely all in your head, that’s what you get for trying your luck. 

hoseok remains quiet as he takes a huge whiff of your hair and kisses down your throat gently. his hand is heavy on your stomach, rubbing circles. 

“daddy?” 

“go back to sleep baby.” hoseok’s voice is deep and firm as he whispers and that eases you back to sleep. 

the older tends to stay up a bit longer than you and he doesn’t know if he’s gone mad or if he genuinely smells a different scent on you, but he does. he knows that scent so well, but he knows he must be going crazy. jungkookie? that virgin couldn’t fuck a girl even if she was sent on a silver platter to him. 

hoseok shakes the thoughts out of his head and pulls you in closer, his grip is so tight, almost as if he’s trying to prove his point. he’d be damned if his slut was being used by anyone else than him. 

but just how much were you willing to get away with? 

[atinystaypixie]

Game of a Slutty Virgin - Intro

Overview: You know you’re a slut, men don’t know you’re a slut. You know you’re playing them, men don’t know you’re playing them. You know you’re a virgin, men definitely don’t know you’re a virgin.

18+, MDNI,Fem Reader, I might turn this into something but I am not sure. Will be featuring AOT men if i do. Feedback is appreciated. I haven't written anything in forever so be aware this isn't the best. A/N at the end

Read Part 1 Now Here

Just because you are a virgin doesn’t mean you are some innocent thing. You’ve masturbated, sexted, watched porn, and definitely collected a variety of kinks. If a man were to pull out his dick, you wouldn’t be shocked or scared. Sex interests you, badly. You crave to have someone slut you out. That doesn’t mean the men who fall prey to your pretty face and fluttering lashes have to know that. There is just so much fun in watching them think they are talking to an innocent cutie who they can corrupt while not knowing you are the most corrupt vixen. You just want to find the man who will truly match your sexual desires.

It's just something about being a virgin but being absolutely horny all the time. You wake up thinking about getting railed, have sex thoughts all day, you can play with your pussy all night and it still won't be enough. Worst part is that you have absolutely zero plans on giving it up to a random. You think it's because you know all the right spots for yourself, know all your kinks, and can see what type of man you need to properly beat your pussy in. You need a nasty man. One to pull your hair, degrade you, spank you, but praise you all at the same time. He needs to be rough and not think a few ass slaps makes him daddy. You want one to bend you over whenever he pleases because trust and believe you're always going to be in the mood to get dicked down.

It's funny cuz you’ve never had a dick in you yet you crave it like an addict. It doesn't help that you’ve accumulated the longest list of kinks.  To be someone's rope bunny and to be called a pretty girl all while getting your throat fucked just for him to kiss you after and  spit in your mouth is heavy on your mind. Your inner slut often is visualizing various ways to get fucked. Maybe that's why you find it difficult to get the freak man you want. No, that's not it. You just don't like the wanna-be freak men that surround you. They can't even dirty talk without making you want to fucking vomit! All you desire is to get dicked down. However, being the horny slut you are, you aren’t really trying to fuck unless you know he can slut you out in the nastiest way possible. Tie you up, cuff you, edge you, overstimulate you. He doesn’t need to be nice. You’re not here for his manners. You want him to be disrespectful when he fucks you.

You don't care for actually being close to the men you engage with. You’re just trying to see if his dick is worth sitting on. He can tell you jokes and you might laugh but in the end you’re waiting for him to do what every man does. Get to the sexual questions.  You know you might have thrown him off with the innocent act, but you need him to be able to see through you. See the hint of lust in your eyes. You don't need a clueless man, they are mere entertainment if they aren't seeing that there is nothing sweet about you. We can keep talking because at the end of this you know you are just going to reject him. He failed the moment he didn't return your gaze with the secret message of you promising to fuck your pussy up. He doesn't have the slightest aura of knowing how to truly ruin you. Your little game isn't about having a sweet hero. It's about getting the vicious villain that isn't afraid to take what he wants. You need him to match yout energy.

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You'll see where your game leads you. In the meantime, you will keep batting your lashes and collecting men that you have no intent on keeping. The funniest part is the ones who actually make it to talking about your dirty desires don’t even know you’re a virgin. Why would they need to know when you already decided he isn’t going to be the one splitting your legs. We all know you won’t find the man who is going to fuck you dumb anytime soon right?

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Right?

Thoughts of a slutty virgin ~ 🧚🏽‍♀️

This is my first writing post on this blog. I might do more, but I'm really not sure. I can't remember the last time I wrote something but I just wanted to give it a go. Yeaa.... let me know what you think

Part 1 Out Now Read Here

[taeescript]

29+1 (Part Three - Finale)

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰: In which Seokjin is the Devil from The Devil Wears Prada, Taehyung is your work Jesus and Jimin is your handsome successful brother.

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: seokjin x reader (taehyung x reader?!?!)

𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: slice of life; ceo!seokjin (fluff & definite smut) 

𝔴𝔠: 10.7k

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: 18+ only. descriptions of sex (are you really that surprised after the last part?): including rejected then unrejected condom use (practice safe kids), possible more unprotected drunk sex, one night stands, lots more mentions of sex, slight unrequited love, more sexts, and Seokjin being a downright meanie (redemption arc?!) 

𝔞/𝔫: each part just gets longer - sorrynotsorry. but here is the finale. life gets messy, but we only ever really learn from failures, right? feedback and comments are forever welcomed. as always, enjoy (: 

part one | part two 

The two of you fumble in the darkness into the room. The majority of guests have since returned home, but there is still loud music and the rhythms of its bass punctuating through the ceiling into the floorboards of the upstairs.

  You had initially suggested any of the guest rooms but Seokjin had said that if there was going to be sex, it would be done in Junho’s bedroom where the bed is the softest and the pillows the fluffiest.

  After a brief and awkward encounter with the security guard who had rejected the two of you away from the staircase leading upstairs, Seokjin had led you up the back entrance where only the occupants of the house could navigate to.

  “No, fuck this is weird. Junho is going to sleep here tonight,” Seokjin suddenly says.

  Your fingers fumble to undo the buttons of his shirt, but it has been tucked in so tightly it now hangs halfway undone.

  “He’s your best friend. He’s probably heard you fucking through the walls when you were university roomies. Can you undo your own buckle? It’s making your shirt get caught,” you say hastily.

  The door slams shut behind you, as he pushes you roughly against it. His kisses are heated, making you claw at his bareback as he works on your request.

  “Where’s the – ”

“Zipper’s on the side,” you manage to rasp out. The knot in your abdomen tightens when your dress comes loose and falls to the ground.

  You do not know how the two of you make it onto the bed. The room swirls with you as he throws you onto the sheets.

  From the light casted in through the windows, you find yourself dwarfed by the silhouette of his broad shoulders and muscular torso. You scoot back to make room for him on the bed, the only thought overwhelming your mind is the need to feel this man on you.

  He growls, hitting his shin on the jutting edge of the bed. He swears quite loudly (and foully), but it doesn’t stop him from advancing, eyes lusting over the rise and fall of your breasts and the glisten between your legs.

  “Fuck,” he says again, coming onto you with a ferocity of an animal in heat. He pins your arms above your head and begins to lower himself down.

  “Wait!” you suddenly scream. It makes him balk in his advance. “You might have good genes, but I’m not risky any bratty children even if my eggs are shriveling up by the second.”

  He brings his hips closer to you once again.

  “Seokjin! Protection? Condom?”

  His eyes scan the room wildly. “It’s fine. I don’t want any of your bratty children either,” he brushes aside your concern.

  You sit up. “Fuck no. How am I sure that you’re not going to pass on something weird to me? We’re using one.”

  He pulls open the drawer next to the bed but comes up empty handed.

  “You don’t have one,” you say when it hits you, “Mr. I’m-Prepared-For-Anything was not prepared for this.”

  You see him hunker down in the slightest, bringing a hand in front.

  “I don’t get how I’m supposed to anticipate when I have sex. But for your information, I do. It’s just the one I have might be old and ineffective.”

  Laughing, you push him onto the bed and reach down to where your small purse had been discarded for the night. You wonder if he has comprehended the impact on your sexual drive when telling you that he carries old condoms.

  The deep moan escapes from him before he can stop it. Your hand holds his shaft as you slip the protective latex over it. Then before he can say anything more, you lower yourself onto him.

...

   Drunk sex can be fun, but for the most part, it is mostly just downright messy.

  You hope he does not remember when you had been moving just a little too roughly, ended up sitting on him at an awkward angle and causing him to yelp in pain. You also hope that it had been your imagination in throwing up just a little bit when he had his dick shoved up your mouth.

  Right now, however, is pure bliss.

  Your fist tightens your hold on his hair and the other hand pushes against the headboard of the bed. Your panting increases as you continue to gyrate against his lips and tongue, his nose burying itself and hitting the bud every so often.

  “Oh my god,” you breathe, buckling when he grips your ass.

  You have lost track of time. You don’t care if Junho doesn’t make it to his bedroom tonight. All you know is that twenty minutes ago you had tried to fall asleep only to find Seokjin nibbling your ear and hands slipping beneath your pubic line. Not to mention the hardening of his boner against your back.

  “Oh god,” you breathe again. The thought of the aforementioned sends you into a deeper lust.

  You are torn out from your thoughts when you notice that he is saying something at the moment. Looking down at him, your heart skips a beat in seeing the mess you have made on his face.

  The air is sickly with the scent of alcohol mixed with your perfume and his cologne.

  “I want to fuck you,” he is saying in nearly a moan, “I need to fuck you.”

  He removes himself from under you. On his knees behind you, he pulls your hips towards him and your face falls onto the sweat soaked pillowcase. He is not gentle when widening your stance so he can enter from behind. A hand is firmly pushing on the crook of your back, and the silent ‘o’ of your face reflecting back upon the mirror over the bed sends a painful spasm down. His erection grows impossibly bigger.

  He moves at a merciless pace, sending waves of pleasure throughout your entire body and the room fills with lewd sounds of skin slapping and sucking as you take in the length of his shaft. Reaching around so that he can only stretch your walls further and ram into you deeper, his fingers circle your clit to hit it in a way that brings tears into your eyes at the stimulation. He is content when a line of profanities mingled with his name stream out from your mouth.

  “Come for me, baby girl. Come for daddy.”

  Your words hitch in your throat upon hearing his command. With all your will, you push yourself away from him and turn to face him.

  His chest glistens as he kneels erect in front of you. The thoughts that swirl around in your mind right now; the things that you want for him to do; the things that you want to do. The things you are willing to beg to do.

  “Let’s get this straight. First things first, I am not your baby girl,” you say, bringing yourself up to your knees. His lips are swollen and he does not hide the way his eyes rake over every inch of your body as you are before him.

  “Secondly,” You grab him and pull him down with you so that your back hits the bed first. “You’re going to fuck me like this.”

  Your fingers are coated in your arousal when you guide him so that he slides his entire girth between your folds. You watch as his tongue flicks out and swirls around two of your digits before he gorges them to the knuckles. The sound he makes at this moment sends you hurtling towards the edge.

  “And third,” you stop yourself short, biting onto his shoulder while he begins to thrust into you again. “You’re going to come first, Daddy.”

  You cannot prepare yourself for the impact. He brings your legs above his shoulders, moving at a pace and depth that you did not think he was possible of until now. Your nails rip into the skin of his back, your chanting of his name like a prayer for him to keep going.

  He feels you shaking beneath him, and god, you are so incredibly sexy even with your hair plastered across your forehead. He knows that you are about to tip over but he cannot disobey your order. You mewl in displeasure when he stops, his head in you just far enough to stretch the beginnings of your walls.

  “Me first, right?” His eyes do not leave your face. Anther few inches deeper.

  You meet him with an angry kiss, grasping for him. He slides the entirety of himself in, and the muscles of his glutes tense at the impact. Letting him ride until he has reaches his high, you bring him even closer to you as you feel his warmth spread through you. He dips down, cleaning you with his tongue, and his lips do not leave yours until you have released yourself over the curling of his fingers.  

The both of you are panting heavily as you lay side by side on the king-sized mattress with its silk sheets and lavish satiny blanket. There are unceremoniously dumped rubbers on the floor. You pull the sheets over yourself to cover the stark nakedness you feel, and you inhale sharply at the realization that indeed, you just had sex with your boss.

  You hiccup, and a loud burp erupts from you filled with the aftertaste of high-end liquour. You giggle, still ever so slightly inebriated from the events of the night.

  “You’d better not be this drunk next weekend,” Seokjin says from beside you. He takes a corner of the sheets and covers himself as well. Even his voice electrifies you. You have to hold your breath for a moment to will yourself to not crawl back closer to him.

“Don’t worry. This is why we did this dry run,” you reassure him.  

The house has been quiet for a while and somewhere in the distance, you hear the chime of a bell. It indicates that it is very well past midnight at this point. “I really hope that Junho doesn’t sleep in here tonight,” you say, still staring at the ceiling.

  “I texted him,” is Seokjin’s reply.

  You turn your head and look at him, face stoic. He returns with a look of his own, the dark pupils of his eyes only beginning to ease the previous hunger. Your heart does a painful leap, and you return your gaze back upon the ceiling.

  “Did you have a condom on?”

  There is no response. You see that his eyes are closed and there is a gentle rhythmic movement of his chest.

  You turn your back to Seokjin’s sleeping form and do not wake from your slumber until early the next morning.

  Well, shit.

...

   It is the day before the Silver Gala. Taehyung had asked you if you wanted to grab dinner with him. You agreed, and went home first to freshen up before meeting him at the restaurant as he had to stay later at the office to finish up some work.

  You hadn’t known exactly what to expect on the Monday when you returned to work. The following day after the whole escapade (ahem sexcapade), you had met with Jimin and Taehyung as previously planned. Neither commented on your choice to wear a scarf despite the humid summer weather. Brunch had been pleasant enough, but your mind had been distant throughout the entire afternoon.

  You had felt guilty lying to your own brother when asked how your night out had been, and since Taehyung had not brought it up, you had chosen not to speak to him about it either. And that desperately killed you because you had discovered that you did not like keeping secrets from him. You liked being able to talk to him about anything and everything on your mind.

  When you dropped Jimin off at the airport a few days after brunch, he had made a small comment about how he’s glad you’ve found someone to talk to. He had been worried that his little sister would be alone throughout her internship. You had reassured him that you are more than capable of handling yourself, but thank him for his concern nonetheless. You even reassure that you have only about a two and a half weeks left of this work contract, and that you may just decide to return home for a while. He had given you a much longer hug than anticipated, then said, “Good people are hard to come by.” You had asked him what he meant by that but all you received was a cryptic smile.

  The days had continued to roll by uneventfully. No longer did you have lunch meetings with your boss. Not that you had minded, considering the pile of work that seems to be growing on your desk. And the minor fact that whenever you looked at your boss all you could see was his naked sweaty body.

  You have noticed, however, that he has been just a little bit kinder to you. He is a little more courteous; you catch a small “thank you” one morning when you deliver his coffee. You even contemplate on not submitting the Starbucks receipt for reimbursement as a small gesture of gratitude to him for taking care of you (in more ways than one) that night.

  All in all, things had been running fine.

  Okay, okay. You may have omitted one big thing; let’s do a tiny bit of a rewind.

  To begin, your thoughts on the situation are completely valid. The two of you had been consenting adults. Sure, some alcohol may have been involved, but when you break it down, the two of you had an itch that only the other could have satisfied that night. Nothing wrong with that.

  So why the night after meeting Jimin and Taehyung in the morning for lunch had you taken a photo exposing more than just your toes. Of course, you hadn’t sent it (you’re not trying that desperately to ruin your own life), but it sits in your gallery a button away from flying.

  It is this photo that you stare at while sitting on the toilet, minutes away from leaving the house. Your fingers hover over the trash can icon. You had to admit to yourself that you looked good. The red frilly garter set that sat at the back of your lingerie drawer had not been used since…well, it just hadn’t been used. But seeing yourself all dolled up made you feel sexy and extremely confidant.

  “Just delete it,” you whisper into the air. “Why are you keeping it anyways if you’re not planning on sending it. And if you truly want to send it in the future, you could always take a new one. But also: delete it.”

  Seriously though. You find yourself extremely frustrated in the fact that you couldn’t bring yourself to say goodbye to a photo of yourself. And in all honesty, you felt a little sad if it were to be permanently gone. Like a missed chance to show someone just how good you could look.

  Let’s find your name beside the definition of “narcissistic”.

  “Fuck it,” you say, pulling your pants up. You zip up the jeans and stick your phone in the back pocket, turned off and conundrum forgotten.

  You are putting a final brush of lip gloss when your phone buzzes on your vanity table.

  7:48pm “Hey Y/N. Sorry I’m running a little bit late. I just need another five minutes.”

  You promptly reply.

  7:48pm “No worries. I can go to the restaurant first and get us seats. Pick out a wine or something for us to share?”

Keys, wallet, extra cash. All check. You glance at your phone again and see that Taehyung has yet to reply. Knowing him, he is probably rushing right now trying to finish whatever it is. He hated being late and keeping people waiting.

  Buzz.

  7:50pm “I need to see you.”

You stare at the text, feet frozen on the ground. Your palms suddenly get strangely clammy and the more you stare at the text, the more the words seem to shift and blur in your eyesight. Your heart is thundering as you type a response.

  7:53pm “At the office?”

His text back comes immediately.

  7:53pm “No. My house. I’ll send you the address.”

Indeed, the address is shot through, and you recognize the street name as part of an expensive neighbourhood with fancy buildings and bougie restaurants. Surely, it must not be professional for you to go up directly to your boss’ place of personal living. Also, what would he need you for that could not be done at the office, the place of work?

  You desperately wish you had somebody to talk this over with, but Jimin knew nothing about you and Seokjin, and neither did Taehyung. Besides, the latter was still at work. Taking a seat on the stairway by the door, you decide to consult the next best thing: Google.

  “Booty call (n): someone who receives a text or call by a bastard between the times of 12am – 3am for a hookup. The bastard will usually greet the booty call with a simple ‘hey’ or ‘what’s up?’”

You nervously bite on your fingernail. Technically, it is only 8pm. He also did not greet with “hey” or “what’s up?” but then again, he never texted you before. His direct message may as well have been the equivalent of “hey” or “what’s up?”. Swallowing, you scan through the next part of the text definition.

“The bastard enjoys using the booty call for sex and nothing else. No friendship is involved.”

You set the phone down beside you. Two consenting adults. An itch that only the other could satisfy. No. Seokjin’s lame ass probably wouldn’t even know what a booty call was. It’s always about work with him.

  8:00pm “I want you”

8:00pm “Right now.”

  You suddenly see yourself in that garter set again with its frills and open hearts in all the wrong/right places.

...

Seokjin drums his fingers on his bar table impatiently. He had sent you the text over half an hour ago and had not received a single response. He ponders if you had even received the text message or if you were already drinking the night away, as you had often told him would be your Friday evening.

  Meandering over to his personal shelf of liquor, he uncaps a bottle of whiskey and prepares an iced glass.

  He hopes that you will be the answer to his problem. If somebody had asked him only a few weeks ago if he could have ever envisioned himself in this situation, he would have denied it vehemently. However, the weekend with you had had him contemplating things over and over in his head all week.

  Most thoughts were often of matters strictly at hand, but sometimes he found himself staring into space after a particularly sinful image of you interrupts his client meeting. It also hadn’t helped that with the incoming heat wave summer brings, the general population elects to wear a little less than usual, and you being in that halter dress had done him zero favours.

  Blinking, he realizes he has poured a little more than his usual amount of whiskey. He exhales sharply, duly noting the slight increase in his heartbeat, and clears his throat despite being the only person home. There is the low rumbling of a car engine in the background, and he is reminded of a moan that suspiciously resembles an employee he cannot wipe out of his mind.

  He checks his phone once again to see if there had been any missed messages while combing his fingers through his hair. The least you could do would be to at least send some type of message of whether or not you wanted to come. He wouldn’t be offended – it is slightly inappropriate to be seeing you outside of the office (you as his plus one as an exception) – but he knew he would be more offended if you simply left him hanging.

  The sip of whiskey helps ease the tension around his neck after sitting in video conferences all day. Without much of a thought, he swipes the barstool beside him and inspects it of dust.

  The doorbell rings.

You are tugging at the jacket you have chosen for the occasion: the longest one you own. During your Uber over, you had tried your best not to make eye contact with the driver, but you do not know if that had made him more or less apprehensive of his passenger. You knock this time, the itch building beneath the jacket.

  “Did you tour the city?” he says with a drawl when he opens the door.

  You meet his eyes shyly. They are regarding you with amusement. There is the smell of robust acidity when you brush past him to enter his penthouse. The lights are dimmed in the space except for a bulb hanging over the enormous kitchen island counters. A wall of expensive bottles line one side of the wall, and you spy the culprit of the previous smell on the bar table.

  He continues to watch you with a bemused smile as you stand transfixed at the large space decorated with post-modern furniture. Most of it is a near clinical white, but a splash of pink and greens accent the walls or as a central statement piece.

  “Would you like anything to drink?” he asks.

  Startled, you glance at his wall. You recognize none of the labels and tell him that you’ll just take whatever it is that he has. You stand in your spot and watch as he rolls back his sleeves to pour you a drink. Your fingers clutch and pull the jacket around your shoulders tighter around your body as you are reminded of the muscles beneath the set of his light tunic and velvet trousers.

  He hands the drink to you, noticing how cold your fingertips are when they brush against his. This is the first time he has seen you with your hair fully down and not in the work day ponytail you often sport. He notices the flush of pink blush you have applied and the same scent of perfume he has smelled before. Your legs are bare and he can’t help but wonder where you had been planning to go before he had called you to be dressed up like so. He also notices how often you are picking at your jacket.

  “Sit.” He gestures to the couch. “You can take off the jacket if you want. I don’t have a coat hanger so drape it over a chair if you want.”

  It may have been his imagination, but you seem to turn an even lighter shade of pink.

  “R-Right now? You want me to undress now?”

  He crosses his arms across his chest. Even though the tunic is loose-fitted, it does not hide the broadness of his shoulders and the definition of his deltoids. “If you don’t want to, that’s fine. The jacket is borderline hideous so maybe keep cover whatever else you’ve got planned underneath there.” He takes a seat across from you and crosses a long leg.

  You can feel your entire body heating up as he runs his eyes up and down your body. It should not be possible for someone to look as good as he did simply sitting, swirling his cup lazily with the barely there smirk.

  No friendship. Just sex.

  You throw back the drink, nearly gagging at the unfamiliar taste. “I haven’t ever really done this before, so I’m just going to go for it,” you say. You stand and inhale deeply. Taking a few steps forward, you walk towards him.

  Seokjin watches as you come closer. He sees as you begin to fumble at the buttons of your jacket. In one swift motion, you have suddenly ended up straddled on his lap.

  You press your lips against his, gripping the back of his head and interloping your fingers through the soft tendrils of his hair. He tastes like the sweet whiskey you had both shared and an undertone of mint. You press your own heated body against his chest.

  “What in the – ” he says, pushing you off him. He is stopped short only when his eyes land on what you had been concealing beneath the jacket.

...

   Taehyung had ran as fast as he could from the subway station. Just as he was exiting, he had spied a small flower stand and in the spur of the moment, had decided to purchase a bouquet consisting of magnolias and roses.

  He hadn’t meant for the entire thing to have taken that long. He had planned the speech in his mind for days prior, and had even rehearsed it in front of his mirror that morning of. Yet when it came time, and they were standing before one another, his mouth had simply went dry.

  He hopes that you haven’t been waiting long, as the five minutes he had texted you about had turned into a solid thirty. He knew there would be raised voices, and he knew that there might even be tears. But he had not anticipated his own feeling of sadness in knowing that there was truly no going back.

  “Um, table for two? I think my friend may already be here,” he says to the hostess when he arrives.

  Her fingers deftly flip through a few pages of her book. “Do you have a name?”

  Taehyung offers yours. “But I don’t think we have a reservation. She may have walked in a while ago?” He proceeds to give a simple description of what you look like. The hostess shakes her head; Taehyung thanks her and shuffles to the side so that the couple behind him could have their turn.

  8:42pm “Hey, Y/N. Sorry again. I just arrived. Text me where you’re sitting? I have something that will hopefully make it up to you.”

  He leans against the wall, trying his best to catch his breath while ignoring the frantic thumping of his heart. He still does not know if what he did was for the best. He doesn’t know what this could mean for his own future. All he knows is that he needs to speak to you first.

  Five minutes pass. Ten. Another fifteen.

  He has sent you another text with similar words as the first, but has yet to receive any reply. Calling you has only lead to your voicemail, and knowing that you are not an avid checker of that, he was not able to leave you a message there either. Deciding that maybe you had gone to the bathroom or perhaps you had simply not arrived yet but stuck in traffic elsewhere, he sends you once last text.

  9:12pm “Call me when you receive this. I have something important to tell you.”

  One incoming text.

  Taehyung grips the bouquet harder, missing the vibrations of his phone. His mind is preoccupied with the other speech he has prepared once he is able to see you face to face.

  9:13pm “Fuck you, Kim Taehyung. For the record, you’re not the one breaking up with me. I am. I hope the two of you burn in hell together.”

...

Your entire face is burning hotter than your body had been minutes earlier. You have returned to the seat you had been in originally and Seokjin had moved to the further end of the couch across from you. You are no longer only in the bright red lingerie from before, but in a collared shirt that he had thrown to you after he had thrown you off.

  Seokjin clears his throat. He keeps his gaze on either your face or somewhere behind you. He does his best not to comment at the fact that he can still see the red of your thong beneath the sheer shirt he had given you. The shirt dwarfs and swallows your smaller body in it. While he might have commented that you looked cute, he shifts himself uncomfortably in his seat after accidentally (?) glancing at your nipples which protrude beneath the thin material. He gropes awkwardly for a throw pillow but notes that it is on the end of the couch closer to you. He crosses his legs instead.

  “So what exactly did you think I called you here for?”

  Maybe you could just casually fake a stomachache to escape. But it’s a little too late now. Not that you could exactly run outside looking like this. You slide a little lower in the couch, the cheap material of your thong digging into slits that it should not be digging in. You had spied that the heart shaped cut outs of the top were evident through the transparency of the top, so you had elected to take it off when given the privacy to change. Now you wonder if that had been the correct choice as you are nearly certain that the constant rubbing on your boobs on the shirt would make other things evidently pop.

  “You were the one who said that you wanted me. Here I quote: “I want you. Right now.” You show him your phone with the receipts.

  He barks out a curt laugh, pushing your phone back to you. He ignores the missed button of your shirt that has exposed more of your skin when you had leaned forward with your phone. “I meant I want you here right now. I’ve been stuck at home in international meetings all day, and wanted to speak with you so I could have my dinner in peace after. I didn’t need you to waste any more of my time by waiting by the doorbell until whenever was convenient for you.”

  “Well I’m sorry… You could have maybe switched around your words,” you mutter beneath your breath. Peaking beneath your lashes, you can tell that he has pretended not to hear you. He wets his lips with his tongue before sipping again at his drink. When he removes the cup, they glisten with moisture and look delectably soft and plush.

  He can see that you are watching him. Your somewhat shy demeanor at the moment throws him off, and he has to adjust the way he sits again. “Hasn’t anyone taught you proper posture?” he chastises you. Your slouching had only drawn the large shirt up your legs. After you adjust the way you are positioned, he reaches over to a folder that had been on the wooden coffee table. He hands the package to you. “This is the reason that I wanted to talk to you.”

  There are pages upon pages of the contract. The words with line after line of legal terms and jargon make you blink several times.

  “Isn’t this basically what Yerin does?” you ask once you have breezed through it quickly.

  He has returned to sipping at his drink. In the light (and your own soberness), you note how quickly he glows under the influence. You swallow the laugh before it can escape, thinking how much he looked like a little chibi character with his over-dramatic blush.

  “Yerin’s due for a contract renewal. I also know that your contract is about to expire as well. In all honesty, you have done more work around the office than she or anyone has.”

  “I mean, I’m honoured. But look at the two of us right now. I don’t want the rest of the office to think I’ve slept my way into a position. I’ll be fine after my contract expires.” You say the last sentence as consolation to yourself and him.

  He shakes his head. “She gave me her resignation letter last week. She’s moving with her fiancée. I now have a vacant position and I need it filled immediately. I believe that you’d be a good fit.”

  “I don’t know,” you mumble, “A lifestyle of getting Starbucks orders that run into next week? Can’t exactly say it’s all that enticing to be working for a spawn of Satan.”

  This time he laughs loudly audibly. “Is that what you think of me? I’d thought you’d at least be more creative when coming up of nicknames.” He stands and walks back to his liquor cabinet. Returning, he refills both of your cups with a new dark liquid.

  “I need time to think about it,” you tell him honestly. “As you have probably figured out, I didn’t exactly plan on being offered a job tonight.”

  He uncrosses his legs and leans forward. The neck of his shirt falls, opening up to a dangerous black hole to his chest. “I still can’t believe you thought I had texted for a booty call.”

  You lean forward and match his stance. “Your text was seriously misleading, okay? Besides, we haven’t exactly talked about what happened last week so I’m sorry for misinterpreting the weird signals you’ve been putting out.”

  “I’ve been sending weird signals.”

  “Yes. You haven’t spoken to me all week.”

  “I told you, I’ve been in a lot of meetings with our new development plan. You’re not exactly a saint yourself by the way; coming in with new outfits everyday and sashaying deliberately in front of my room to the kitchen.”

  You hadn’t known that he had picked up on your new wardrobe, let alone your dumb plan of checking in on him while you go get food. “I didn’t know if we were just going to pretend that it never happened or if, I don’t know, there was something.”

  “Do you want there to be something?”

  “I said I don’t know.” You throw your hands up in exasperation. “I’m nearly 30 years old. I’ve worked over a dozen unrelated jobs. I’m currently an intern slash personal assistant slash whatever job position you have just offered me. I live in a tiny apartment and spend my weekends either home alone or at a bar with a singular friends. I don’t think I’m exactly screaming sexy vixen here.”

  You do not miss the raise of his eyebrow at your last sentence.

  “I don’t believe your age needs to have anything to do with your accomplishments,” he says.

  “Says the younger successful CEO of his own company,” you snort.

  “I believe in bringing out the best colours for any employee in my company. I started DailyHive off with just an idea and nobody to explain to me what I should be doing. It is people like an experienced intern or a helpful stranger on the street who helped me figure out how to set a company off. The only thing that should be addressed with one’s age is that they’ve got extra years of wisdom. They don’t offer anything less because of a few less letters after their name; they offer so much more.

  Even if an individual doesn’t stay at the company, I am content in knowing that I am able to be a part of an individual’s journey to better themselves.”

  You draw your legs up beneath you. “You’re damn lucky to have found your own colour in the world. I’m a year-old tube with dry stuck paint at its opening. I don’t know what I want.” It takes you a moment to see that he is looking anywhere else but you, when you feel a breeze shift along your butt. You lower your legs again.

  “So many people are fixated on finding their own colour,” he says with a sigh. His gaze lingers outside his windows overlooking the city’s twinkling lights filled with bustling cars and families winding down for the night. “I think life is really about creating your own palette. Nobody is ever created with a singular colour. We’re multidimensional beings with changing goals and motives. We can love one thing and hate it the next moment.”

  You bring your legs even closer to you. Damn him for being so freaking attractive while talking about humans being a paint palette.

  “Yeah okay. Again, let me think about this,” you grumble.

  He turns back to look at your. His eyes are solemn but kind and understanding. He brings out his phone. “Send me your resume. Even if you decide against it, at least I’ll have you on file. I’ll forward it to Yerin before she goes so she can send it off to HR as needed.”

  You nod. “I’ll AirDrop it to you right now before I can change my mind. Give me a moment.” You curse him and his words that have now begun to worm its way into your mind. Swiping distractedly at your cluttered gallery, you click the file and send it over to his phone.

  “There,” you say once you have completed the task. You look up when he does not respond, noting that he is staring intensely at his phone. “Yeah I get it. Like I said, a lot of random-ass jobs. But I’ll be working on building my palette as you’ve so elegantly put it.”

  “I, uh,” He clears his throat. “Could you send it again? I don’t think I got it.”

  You roll your eyes. “What are you talking about? Here let me see. You probably don’t know how to access it.” You reach for his phone.

  He retracts his hand quickly, immediately clicking the lock button. “No!” he says loudly, “I know how to access it. Just send it again.”

  You shake your head, back to scrolling through your phone when it shuts off on you. He pushes you off his lap. “Uh, I can’t. It just died.” You look up and see that he is distracted by his phone again.

  “It’s fine,” he says after a moment. “Just send Yerin an email directly, I guess.”

  “Okay,” you say. The two of you glance at each other in silence. “So,” you begin, “This is a little awkward but I hadn’t really thought I would be going home. Dead phone means no Uber.”

  “I have an extra guest room,” he says before you can finish. “I’ll have someone drive you home tomorrow.”

  “Still got some good pillows and sheets though, right?” you say cheekily.

  He rolls his eyes and gestures for you to follow him.

...

He tosses and turns in his bed after the two of you have retired into your separate rooms. A particular image cannot be removed from his eyes, and the subject of said image lies only a few walls apart from where he is. He reaches over for his phone.

  You know you should have been able to fall asleep quickly, especially with the silk pajamas he has lent you and the extra soft pillows he has prepared on your behalf. Yet, there is an enticing thought that continues to run scenarios through your mind. You need a cup of water or at least some fresh air to clear such thoughts, and remember seeing a balcony by the dining area.

  Padding as quiet as you can to the door, you open it as smoothly as you can to not disturb the owner of the house. You are about to walk through when you find a large wall in your way.

  Seokjin stands in the doorframe. He looks down at you, a sensual shadow that makes you choke on your breath.

  He holds up his phone, the last image he received lighting up your room.

...

“You’re sure this is what you want?” you ask, peeking from behind the door frame. Seokjin lounges on his bed, one leg up and both his arms spread across the back of the headboard. Your toes curl upon laying eyes at his long limbs with that deceiving baby face. 

“That was your original plan when you showed up, no? Might as well go through with it.”

  You take a deep breath and walk into his room, back into the garter set of the photo you had unintentionally sent him.

  He sweeps over you in one movement. He is suddenly ravenous, and you are exactly what he needs to fill his appetite.

  “Turn around,” he states.

  You do so. He follows the length of the stockings up your thighs, the barely-there thong that opens up with little heart encasing your skin around the side, front and back. Then the frilly top that leaves nothing up to the imagination as they cling onto your skin in one thin strap.

  “Come here,” is his next command.

  You approach the edge of his bed, then crawl up towards where he has lounged.

  “Sit.” He can barely manage the singular word. You had said you were not a vixen before, but that is all he can envision right now. He pats the spot.

  Seeing where his hand rests, you lift it and place it on your body. The heat it emanates travels directly to your core. You then sit where you want, and feel a twitch beneath where you have placed your body. This time, he does not push you away when you weave your fingers into his hair and give him a deep kiss. Your tongue sweeps teasingly along the plump lips you had been eyeing earlier that evening, darting in and out without truly meeting his.

  He throbs against your thigh. His hands travel from your back to your waist and finally up to your breasts. He takes one of your nipples between his fingers and gives it a light squeeze. He feels you hum at his movements. Traveling to a soft spot in your neck, he suckles it gently all while rubbing the hardening bud.

  “Let me hear you say it again,” he whispers between a nip on your earlobe and leaving a wet trail to the top of your breasts. He slips lower on his back, creating a wider cradle in which you rest within his lap.

  You adjust yourself, sucking his full bottom lip. “Daddy,” you sigh. This time the twitch is aggressive and you know that there is a growing wet spot where you sit. You sit up with a small groan as he cups your entire breast in a hand. He brings his lips to it and he suckles on your nipple this time. His tongue brushes against the sensitive skin. One hand trails down your abdomen and brushes against your folds. He presses a thumb that easily slides between to your bud.

  “Oh, you are so wet.” The sentence comes out as a breathy erotic moan. “Daddy will take care of you tonight.”

  Lifting you off him, he slides out of his pajamas before crouching above your figure. He shares another heated kiss, all the while tugging at the laces that hold your outfit together. Your nails dig and leave red markings down his forearms and back, while you bite back a growing moan and heated drop in your body.

  “Tell me what you need,” he exhales.

  You close your eyes as his tip presses against your pelvis. Reaching, you take his member into your hands and begin to tug at it. You bring yourself to meet him, then begin coating yourself over the entirety of his shaft. When his body spasms above yours, you circle his tip with your thumb and rub it against your clit.

  His breathing increases until it becomes a staggered sob. You feel him tightening and he grunts. Taking him to you again, you draw his face towards you, opening his mouth with a swipe of your tongue. He battles against your tongue with his own all the while you increase the speed at which you continue to roll your wrist along his length.

  He shakes again violently, and you know he is at the start of his climb. The growl fills the room when you grab him and deny him of is orgasm. He bites into your lip, drawing the iron taste of blood.

  “That’s for last time,” you say, the feeling of pain barely registered above the sensation of pleasure.

  “Let’s call it even now,” he says. He loops a finger through one of the cutout hearts of your bottoms and the buttons holding it together separate with a pop. He presses gentle kisses on the soft part of your abdomen, then the squishy part of your pelvis, drawing closer to the middle of your thighs, and all the while leading up to your drenched core.

  You cannot do anything else but writhe and moan beneath his tongue.

�� “You should wear that more often. In different colours. Different styles like a babydoll.” The vibrations along his lips only drive you closer to the edge. He latches onto your clit and continues to drink in the sounds that come out from your mouth. “Such naughty sounds from such a pretty mouth,” he rumbles. You yelp when he pinches your nipple with a force, and that animalistic noise has him drawing back up to you.

  Your own hunger is overwhelmed when you taste yourself in the harsh kiss he has given. He lines himself up and begins to thrust deeply into you; his fingers dipping into your mouth as you begin to suck. Crude incoherent growls arise from him, his pace not slowing. His fingers leave so that he can reposition himself and watch as he enters and exits you each time. There is only the sound of heavy breathing from the both of you and finally.

  You bring your hips to meet his at the same time that he releases himself all over you. You follow only seconds later, the orgasm so intense that for a moment you are knocked breathless. You then feel his soft tremoring kisses on your forehead, your nose and finally a long one on your lips.

  “I really need to watch what I send you,” you whisper. In the dim light of the room, you see a large grin as he presses his forehead against yours.

....

   The first rule in one-night stands is that you are to never fall for the person. Boundaries are to be set up and these boundaries are not meant to be crossed. Yet throughout the next day, you find yourself hurtling towards the other side of these boundaries at a dangerous momentum.

  There had been more love-making sessions that you would like to care to admit. It just hadn’t seemed right to send you home without first having some breakfast. Then you couldn’t because your phone was not finished charging. By then it had been lunch. It is the day of the Gala anyways so why don’t you just stay and he’ll have somebody swing by your place to pick up your outfit?

  You had never known Seokjin to be particularly sweet, with his no nonsense attitude and extremely picky choices as your supervisor. Yet when he had placed a meticulously curated meal before you, you had to admit that he is an extremely good cook who also happened to remember your food choices from the times you had shared lunches together.

  No breakfast meats as too much salt straight off the bat made your stomach complain. You hated citrus, so he opted out of that when making salmon for lunch. He had made some homemade pesto pasta instead, knowing that you had often inquired of if green was actually healthier than the usual red or white. He made sure you were fed, kept warm and content.

  There had been a brief few hours of the day when he had to be in his home office to take some calls. But that had not been a problem. You had retired back into the guest room to take some much needed sleep, after not having had much the previous night. Then he had joined you in bed when the call was over.

  He was also such a different lover when neither of you were intoxicated.

  “The Gala is in three hours. Perhaps we should start to get dressed,” he whispers into your hair.

  You straddle him, your head on his wide chest and one leg intertwined between his. You bury your face in the crook of his neck and nip at jaw. “Too early. Another hour,” you murmur, your hand already stroking his half hard cock.

  The laugh rumbles like an impending thunderstorm. Seokjin had never anticipated how much he enjoyed having another presence in this large, empty void he occasionally called home. He had often felt a sense of dread leaving the office building knowing that he would be away from people and back alone for the next few hours until he could return to work. He liked the feeling of warmth having you in his arms; having somebody to enjoy his cooking; having somebody to share the mundane tasks of everyday life.

  He has to make an effort to remove you from him despite the yearning as aftereffects of your teasing. Brushing your hair away from your eyes, he places a delicate kiss on the tip of your nose.

  “I might not need three, but from our dry run I’ll suggest that you utilize all the time you have,” he says.

  You roll over onto your stomach all the while watching as he stands up, previous sheets sliding past his lean torso and revealing him in his entirety. He nearly hops back into bed when he meets your dilated pupils filled with carnal hunger. “I’m going to take a shower,” he says with finality.

  Groaning loudly to complain at him for leaving a cold pocket of air in the once warm sheets, you flip back onto your back. You grope blindly at the bedside tables until you find one of his shirts to cover yourself with. Your body shivers when your feet hits the icy floors. You pad over to where you had left your phone charging near the kitchen table and turn it on for the first time since it had died last night.

  Your heart does a triple flip when you see the amount of missed calls and texts from Taehyung. Shit.

  He picks up on the third ring.

  “Taehyung,” you gush immediately.

  He sounds tired when he answers. “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah. I’m so sorry. I didn’t see this until now; my phone had died last night.”

  “That’s okay,” he clips the words.

  “A-Are you okay?” you return the question. “You said you had something important to talk to me about.” He is not talking to you like he normally does, and that worries you. Something had definitely happened.

  “I did. But it’s resolved now. Where were you last night?”

  You know that he is genuinely upset at something, whether that something be that you had left him alone for dinner, so you cannot even lie at your whereabouts. You begin to chew at your fingernails as you tell him, “Seokjin called me last night. It was an emergency; he needed me to help him with something. But he’s okay now. And guess what, Tae? He offered me a permanent job! Looks like I’m sticking around just a little bit longer.”

  “Huh,” he says. He remains distracted and distant on the call. “Fei is calling me right now. We can talk later.”

  “I’ll be at the Silver Gala with Seokjin. I’ll call you tomorrow?”

  “Right. That’s tonight. Have fun.”

  “Okay, bye, Tae. Tomorrow, I promise.”

  You are met with the end tone of the call. You wince when you hit a sensitive part of your nail bed.

...

There is barely enough time for you to breathe, let alone think about the situation between you and Taehyung, and you and Seokjin.

  You are wrapped up in the whirlwind event of the Silver Gala. It passes without a hitch. You act like the perfect arm candy of young playboy (?) worldwide handsome CEO of DailyHive. Despite all the warnings, you are however unprepared to face the hurricane of comments that arise from the night’s events.

  Junho had planned for a few reporters to comment on Seokjin’s plain-Jane date. He did not expect the paparazzi to dig into anything deeper and start rumours about the mysterious woman by the side of Kim Seokjin. He did not expect to see blurry photos of the two of them playing golf at his birthday party a week prior.

  Nobody expected you to be named his girlfriend.

  You hate the attention that it brings. In particular, you hate the whispers from all the coworkers and the stares whenever you enter into the office alone. Just a few days ago, you had walked in on a particularly distasteful conversation in the lunchroom.

  “Why would he take her of all people?” you hear someone whisper, oblivious to the fact that you are walking down the hall towards then.

  “She tried to fuck my boyfriend.” This voice you do recognize as Fei’s.

  “Really? Did you hear she’s got a job offer here? Do you think she’s trying to sleep her way up? You’d better keep an eye out on Taehyung then.”

  “Don’t worry, I won’t let that slut run her way through here. Not again.”

  That last sentence had been said straight to your face. You knew Fei hated you. You just couldn’t be bothered anymore.

  You have not spoken to Seokjin since the articles have been released and instead partake in your meals on the roof where not a single soul dares to go in fear of the unrelenting summer sun.

  Despite it all, you cannot help but feel a little sorry for him. You were a nobody, and so the dirt that the tabloids had dug up were really quite more like dustballs compared to the information about Seokjin. You know it must be hard for him to have his life scrutinized 24/7. It cannot be easy to have every single action picked apart for some sort of deeper meaning. That daily stress can make even the nicest person a bratty annoying SOB.

  It still sucks that you’re a part of it though.

  These are the thoughts that occupy your mind and make you unaware of the argument that has unfolded in the conference room.

  Having always been looking for your faults, she did not falter when presented with the opportunity to use you as a scapegoat.

  “This is extremely unfair. She’s just an intern and she should not have a say in decisions like these,” Fei says, her voice raising, “She’s going to be gone next week anyways.

  Your attention snaps up towards them. A few minutes ago, Seokjin had asked for your opinion regarding DailyHive’s upcoming year development plan. You want to correct her in saying that it’s technically the week after that. Additionally, there is the fact that you would return after.

Seokjin sits a little straighter in his chair. “I don’t understand what Y/N has got to do with any of this. The issue I have is with your – ”

Fei does not let him finish. “You’re being prejudiced because the two of you are dating.”

  The whole room watches this encounter with their breaths on hold. Taehyung lifts his gaze from his silent spot across from you.

  At once, the two of you stand and shout, “No.” and “Oh my god, you’ve got it wrong!’ simultaneously.

  Flustered, you begin to explain yourself. It is one to ignore your co-worker’s comments and the nuisance of the tabloids, but you at least wanted to clear any misunderstanding with Seokjin,

  “He and I aren’t dating. We’re strictly in a boss and intern level relationship.” Seokjin follows this with, “Exactly. Besides, I’d be doing her and her family a favour if we were.”

  This shuts you up.

  “She’s old, first of all. She’d be lucky to have a younger, handsome man by her side. Secondly, it’s not like her family’s made of gold. If we were to date, I’d clearly be the one paying for everything. And imagine if we were to eventually become married! She could never afford so anything on her measly salary. Everything would definitely be coming out of my pocket.”

  All the words tumble out even as his mind desperately pumps the brakes.

  “I’m above that.”

  There is silence in the room following the outburst. More eyes are on you than he, and they continue to watch you as you slowly rise from your seat.

  “Above that?” you mutter, turning your back to the room after firmly closing your laptop to place in your bag. You hear the sound of the scraping of a chair from somewhere behind.

  “She’s just an intern.”

  You zip your bag, your fingers shaking with the effort to not big the whole damn thing up to throw it across the table. When you turn around, you see that Taehyung has risen from his seat while Seokjin has sat back down on his own.

  “Excuse me,” you say, your voice wobbling, “Might I remind you that she is right here, and she thinks you’re a total jackass, Mr. Kim.” His name hisses from between your teeth like a whistle. “You may have money. You may own a big fancy house with expensive furniture and a whole array of million dollar pieces in your closet. But you are not above me.”

  He does not meet your harsh glare.

  “You know what? This entire company sucks. I might just be an intern, but I still believe that I should be treated with the same level of respect and courtesy given to any as basic human rights. So screw you. And while I’m at this? Screw you too, Fei. You suck the most. Good fucking riddance to everyone.”

...

   You have been wandering the streets, still very much annoyed and heated from your outburst. You have ignored Taehyung’s calls and even Jimin’s who strangely knew to call you.

  So now you are jobless (or very likely jobless). And even though you want to feel and live off the anger, the emotion that overwhelms you the most is your guilt. Because you know everything he had said about you is right.

  What if you had just tried harder?

He is above you.

  Would your life still be this miserable?

God, why had you ever thought that maybe he cared.

  You only wanted a simple life. Was that too much to ask for?

Fate played you like a doll with your one act role as Cinderella that night.

  You are a nobody.

  You plop down at a park bench, blocks away from the office. And you had been so close to finishing that contract too.

  Add that to your growing list of failures.

  You might as well begin job searching again because you highly doubt that job offer still stands.

  Your phone buzzes again with an incoming call.

  “I didn’t think you still cared, Tae,” you say without even looking when picking up.

  “Jesus, Y/N,” there is obvious relief in his voice, “I thought something had happened you. You’ve been gone for two hours already. And why wouldn’t I care about you?”

  “Does it matter? Just pack my things for me. I’ll pick them up from you some time this weekend,” you say. The reality of your actions have finally settled, and the reality is truly devastating.

  “Come back. Fei was out of line there. I don’t think even Mr. Kim would let something like that slide.”

  You want to tell him that Fei is not the true problem, but you are too tired to make that correction. Instead, you say, “I’m old. I’m also tragically single. And you know what? I haven’t told you this but the flat I live at isn’t even truly mine. My parents are the one paying for it because the best thing I could afford was being roommates with some college kid who I’m sure sold drugs on the side.  I think I needed a reality check. It was a harsh one, but if I don’t start achieving something of my own soon. I don’t know.

  I’ll be worthless.”

  You close your eyes.

  “I’m fine. Thanks for checking up on me, Tae,” you say at last, doing your best to sound perkier, “If you’re talking with Jimin apologize on my behalf. I don’t think I will be the next Zuckerberg. He can continue having his information stolen from Facebook instead of me.”

  Staring at the blank screen of you phone, you have hung up before you can listen to another attempt at consolation. A big fat droplet of water splashes and smears over your screen. It lights up.

  I saw you on the Internet! Are you really dating the CEO of DailyHive?? BTW, this is Kiko!!

You huff.

  Another droplet of water falls, hitting your face this time.

  As if life couldn’t get any shittier, there is a sudden onset of rain. The sun quickly disappears behind the clouds.

  You had wanted a movie. Life gave you a mockery of Cinderella, and now your classic drenched k-drama protagonist in the rain. Hey, Controller of Destiny, would it be too much right now to ask for the male lead to swoop in with an umbrella?

  “You look like a drenched rat,” you hear a voice say. His voice sounds distant and muffled.

  Looking up, you see a stranger holding an umbrella over your head. In his other hand, he holds out a phone currently connected to a call.

  “Seokjin?” you ask into the open.

  “You could have picked a further place to run to if you really were trying to run away,” he says over speakerphone. “Come into the car. Your health benefits don’t exactly kick in until later.”

  Following Seokjin’s chauffeur to the black limousine parked only a minute’s walk at the park’s entrance to which you had been sitting at, you muse at the turn of events. Even a k-drama metaphor is apparently too good for you.

  Seokjin hands you a handkerchief when you finally sit down beside him.   “It probably wasn’t in any of our best interest that I said all of those things,” he mutters quietly.

  You raise an eyebrow and say with a tilt of your lips, “Huh, you think? Was it also too much work to just come and offer me an umbrella yourself?” You work to dry your rain-soaked hair, but end up looking more and more like a wet dog.

  He wrinkles his nose in distaste. “This is a very expensive suit, you know? It shouldn’t really get wet.”

  Sighing, you turn to him. “Are you here for a particular reason or should I just get back out into the rain. I’m probably also drenching these leather seats.”

  He contemplates something and then reaches into his breast pocket. He hands over a small box to you. It weighs in your palm like a paperweight.

  “Is this your version of an apology?”

  He snorts. “As if. I’m just saying – and purely stating a fact here – that it probably wouldn’t be that bad if somebody were to date you. You’re somewhat pleasing to the eye; you’re mostly hardworking and you can be useful to have around.”

  He does not add that last night, he had dreamt he was that somebody.

  “Also,” the next words take a while to form on his lips, “I’m regretful of the things I said earlier at the office.”

You cannot help but feel a smile tug upon hearing the strange words that are coming out of his mouth.

  “God help us all if that’s what you think an apology is.”

  “Open it.”

  You sigh and unravel the string. In the center of the packing is a golf ball, with your initials monogrammed onto it.

  “What’s this?” you ask.

  He clears his throat. “I had Yerin run the paperwork so we can get started with your onboarding. I saw that today is your birthday.”

  “I didn’t know you cared so much about your interns, Kim Seokjin,” you say. The smile refuses to leave your face as you turn the golf ball around in your hands.

  “Fine. I saw Taehyung leave something on your desk this morning,” he finally admits.

  “We’ll work on your apology. But okay. Consider your regret noted at this moment.”

  He gestures to the chauffeur to start the car. From outside the vehicle, the rain dissipates. Once again, there is warmth in the air and a glow from the sun as it emerges from behind the clouds.

  “Um, Seokjin. The office is the other way. You might need to hire a new chauffeur,” you say. Your shared office building grows smaller in the distance.

  The scene begins to fade like the epilogue of a movie.

  Seokjin leans back in his seat and closes his eyes. “I know. I just thought, screw the company. Let’s go play a real game of golf.”

  You lean back, holding the golf ball close in your lap.

  Maybe, your 29+1 might not be so bad after all.

[lasquadrasfuckhouse]

Okay I have a semi serious ask: how would melone react to a partner who has genophobia but also a raging libido and genuinely wants to be with him but the phobia stops it? I feel like out of everyone in La Squadra, he'd be the best equipped for it

-✨ anon

oh he would definitely be the best equipped for it

melone with a partner with genophobia (phobia of sex) 🍈

HEADS UP: i don't go into detail about like anything that could've caused the phobia but i do discuss going to therapy. keep urselves safe and healthy i love u and melone does too ❤️

18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

his heart hurts for you. it makes him so sad that you feel so afraid of an experience you genuinely and desperately want. sex is so beautiful and natural, seeing someone he cares about feeling barred from that by their own fear just kills him

first of all, he will offer his support, do anything and everything for them. he cares about them and he will be there for whatever they need of him. he wants you to be open with each other, so he'll want to ask a few questions about your boundaries or what not but will make sure it's a conversation (more like continuous conversations) that ur in a good headspace for. he thanks you every time you tell him something new or communicate with him about it

second of all, he encourages them to seek therapy, cause that's what's gonna get you through phobias. and therapy can be fucking scary and hard but anything you need to get you there, he will do it, and he makes sure you know how brave you are.

he'll give you a ride to or from therapy on his bike if you'd like to. if you're feeling sensitive after a difficult session he will do whatever you need, whether that's giving you space (he'll worry but he knows it's necessary) or affection (he has that in droves)

he's excited for you and knows that you're excited too (both in the physical horny way and the emotional claiming this facet of yourself for yourself way) but he doesn't want you to push yourself either. we have all the time in the world to make love, tesoro. there's no need to rush.

he'd be super interested to learn about the methods and stuff you're utilizing with therapy if you're down to talk about it, cause then he can also keep that in mind so ur on the same wavelength ya kno

he's very creative and he will figure out and offer things u can try within ur needs and limits. would you be comfortable trying out phone sex or sexting? how about video? is it touching/being touched that you're more afraid of, or seeing/being seen? are there certain measures he should take? any acts that make you more or less comfortable?

it might be a slow process but that's okay, and every little thing feels so fucking special. the first time he hears you moan, he almost cums instantly, because you're so hot and you've worked so hard to get there and he's just so crazy for everything about you

you control the pace and lead the way. if you're more comfortable with touching him first, he'll whine and moan for everything you give him and tell you how incredible you are in every way. you could just like, exist in his proximity and he'd be happy. when you take his hands and guide him over your clothes, and then under them, he thinks he's died and gone to heaven

hell, he could cum untouched just from getting you off

he goes very slow and is always checking in. do you like this? is it everything you've dreamed of, amore? you're positively delicious. do you want more? i'll give you anything.

he might get a little emotional with you from time to time because he's so happy to see you thriving and thrilled that you want to have this with him

if you'll let him, he'll shower you with praise and affection for just about everything. how good you feel, how good you taste, the sounds you make, your face, the way you breathe or how your thighs tremble when you're close, the way you move your hips, melone could babble on and on about how fucking amazing you are and mean every word of it

and the firsts are special but he cherishes every moment like it's the first time, whether they're moaning or letting him hear/watch them pleasure themself, hearing/watching him, they're touching him or he's touching them. he's convinced that every time they cum an angel gets its wings and it never gets old, even when you get to a point where you're fucking enough to finally satisfy your libido, melone is always thinking about how damn special you are

the MOST tender with aftercare. give you cuddles and kisses, clean you up (if you're down to shower together he'd love that, thinks existing nakedly is very emotionally healthy and might help you feel comfortable), fetch anything u might want, play with your hair and ask if you had fun, what you really liked, is there anything you wanted to talk about, anything that could've been better, stuff to think about or work on, just wanna chat about whatever instead? very very doting

all new things to try are thoroughly discussed beforehand (as it should always be but he wants to be very careful) and you're probably the one to bring up adventurous stuff at first, everyone knows he'll try anything once and has a very wide range of tastes but he doesn't wanna throw u headfirst into kinky shit. ur leading the way!

melone is such a good pick for a partner in this because he's so open, understanding, creative, he isn't shy about sex and finds it so fascinating and wonderful. he's a huge support for you in letting go of your fears and he's happy to be there with you every step of the way

[xofanfics]

Cold Rain

Genre: angst, suggestive themes

Pairing: Reader x Taehyung

Word Count: 2.9k

*REQUESTED*

Prompt: “Pouring rain, broken heart, a broken heel and the deafening roar of the club behind her. She was numb everywhere; until he shows up beside her.”

Summary: Taehyung broke up with you for no reason and you feel like you’re losing your sense of self. Your friend invites you out for her birthday to: 1) cheer you up and 2), so that you can remember what it’s like to have fun again. 

To be honest, you couldn’t feel anything. Eating had become a chore and going to work had become a drag even though you were doing what you loved. Seeing your friends had become less important, opting to stay in bed on a Saturday night. You hated what you’d become and it was all because of a man who didn’t want you anymore, a man who threw you away like a piece of trash.

You didn’t know how to make things better again but, when your coworker invited you out to the club for her birthday, you couldn’t bring yourself to say no. She’d said, “The only way to get over a breakup is to spend more time with your friends and remember what it’s like to have fun!” And with much reluctance, you agreed to go. 

So, here you were on a Saturday morning at the hair salon instead of in your bed eating yogurt and granola. You were here after skipping out on your hair stylist for the past couple weeks. You’d let yourself go after the breakup and all your hair and nail appointments came abruptly to an end. You didn’t feel pretty anymore.

As your hairstylist curled your hair, you smiled for the first time in what seemed like weeks. Your hairstylist said, “Finally, a smile!”

“It’s been a rough couple weeks…”

“Understandable,” she replied. A moment passed and she finished your style with some hair spray.

You ran your fingers through your curls and said, “I love it.” 

She brushed off your shoulders for any stray hairs. “Any special plans for tonight?”

“Just going out with some friends.”

“I wish I could say the same,” she said with a chuckle. “I have a family dinner tonight.”

“Trust me, I do not want to go out tonight but it’s my friend’s birthday…” 

She chuckled. “Spend time with your friends. You have friends who care about you and a boyfriend, too.”

“We actually broke up about a month ago…”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” she said with a frown.

You nodded, trying hard to hold back the tears from the thought of him. It had been a month but it felt like three. You’d spent most nights crying and holding your pillow wishing that his arms were wrapped around you instead. You hated watching the shows you used to watch together and you hated being reminded of him as you passed his favorite snacks in the convenience store.

“It’s for the best,” you said to her. If only you believed it yourself. If only you could convince yourself that not being with Taehyung was the best option for you. 

He told you that he didn’t want to be together anymore. He said that things weren’t working out and that he didn’t want to do it anymore. What was worse was that there was no warning, no nothing. It just came randomly, uncalled for and out of the blue. He came over and told you that it wasn’t working and that it would be better if the two of you broke up. He didn’t go into detail and, at the time, you didn’t want to go into it because it hurt too badly. 

To be honest, you didn’t want to know. Had he cheated on you? Was there someone else he was interested in? Was he just bored of you? You’d only been together for seven months but you fell for him as hard as ever. Unfortunately, though, he didn’t feel the same as you did. 

Part of you wondered at what point things went wrong. You wondered what you did or if you did anything to cause all of this. The week before he broke up with you, things seemed fine. You were cooking together, having late night talks on the phone about nothing, and making love all over your apartment. He smiled at you often, for no reason at all, and kissed your forehead before he whispered that he loved you.

You wanted to hate him, really, you did. Unfortunately, you were still in love with him. You were still stupidly, foolishly in love with him and you hated the feeling.

*

You stared at your phone while you waited for your friends to come back from their trip outside to smoke a cigarette. You’d been antisocial during dinner to say the least but Luna was just glad that you showed up in the first place. You sighed as you found yourself scrolling toward the text message thread between you and your ex. Your fingers hovered over it for a second before you clicked on it. You read the last message he sent, from the day of your breakup.

[6:02PM] Are you free now? Can I come over?

[6:05PM] On my way, see you soon

Little did you know that these messages would lead to your breakup less than an hour later. You scrolled up, seeing messages from the days before.

Did you eat lunch yet?

Have a good day at work, babe!

Should we cook something or go out for dinner?

I picked up your favorite wine. I’ll be over soon.

You missed those days. You missed the days where he checked on you and when he wished you well. You missed when he stayed up on the phone with you to talk about your projects. You missed when he’d come over unexpectedly with a bottle of wine to cheer you up after a rough day. 

You scrolled up some more and saw some sexy photos you sent him. You were clad in some skimpy black panties with a lacy black bra to match. He came with you to the lingerie shop and picked it out for you. You remembered how he whispered in your ear about how he couldn’t wait to see it on you. Your eyes shifted down toward with his reply: 

Can’t wait to take those panties off you later ;)

It wasn’t the memories of the sexting or the sex you’d had with your ex that bothered you. It was just the small memories of being together. It hurt and your heart felt heavy, weighing you down in your seat. Your fingers itched to text him, to see how he was doing. Did he miss you? Had he been thinking about you? You sighed, pushing those foolish thoughts out of your head. If he missed you, if he’d been thinking about you in any way, shape, or form, he would’ve reached out by now. Before you could look at more messages from him, your phone was snatched out of your hand.

Luna locked your phone and said, “Nope! I know what you’re doing and there will be none of that! We’re going to get you drunk tonight and there’s nothing you can do about it!” 

One of Luna’s friends, Mike, returned with a tray of shots. He said, “I got us another round. From what I just heard, it sounds like Y/N could use two this time.”

You said, “I’ll take three.”

*

After those three shots, you felt amazing, confident and ready to go. Luna and her friends gave you a pep talk in the bathroom. They said things like, “You don’t need that guy!” and “He doesn’t deserve you,” and “You’ll find someone better!” 

Those words gave you a bit more confidence. They were right. You didn’t need him. You’d find someone better, someone who at least shared the same feelings as you did. You’d find someone who’d at least explain why they wanted to break up instead of giving a half-ass excuse like Taehyung did. 

You walked through Hongdae with your friends, bottle of green apple soju in hand. Luna said, “Ooh, let’s go here. The line’s kinda long but it moves fast.”

You were too drunk to care about something so trivial as waiting in line. You were having a good time. Your confidence had skyrocketed and you felt the best you’d felt in weeks. Luna was right. To feel better, all you needed was to spend time with friends. Tonight, you remembered what it was like to have fun again. Being out definitely beat staying home in bed wishing that Taehyung would come back to you. Being out, if anything, served as a reminder that Taehyung broke up with you for a reason and, whether you knew the reason or not, none of it mattered. 

Within twenty minutes you were inside, loud hip-hop music filling your ears. Your senses were heightened and everything seemed a little more brighter. The music was louder and you felt the vibrations under your toes. The room was packed full of sweaty bodies. You glanced from person to person, taking note of the attractive men your eyes passed over. 

There were better guys here, you figured. There were better guys here, outside the club and beyond. So why were you stuck on someone who didn’t share the same feelings as you?

You were having fun; it was a feeling you hadn’t felt in a couple weeks. Hell, you hadn’t felt much of anything lately. But things were different now. You were out with friends and enjoying yourself. Taehyung had become the least of your problems until your eyes met with a pair of familiar ones from across the room. 

No, you thought. There’s no way. 

But you knew those eyes. You knew those lips, that nose... You blinked, unable to believe that he could be here of all days. You blinked and opened your eyes again. Worst of all, he was still there. 

Your heart felt heavy in your chest and you felt sick to your stomach. You pulled Luna away from the music. Her eyes filled with concern. “You okay?”

“I think I need to leave…”

“The alcohol caught up with you?” You nodded, though it wasn’t exactly the truth. You needed to leave for a different reason, one you couldn’t bring yourself to share with her right now. “I’ll help you get a taxi.”

You shook your head. “I’ll be okay. I’m not messed up or anything. You should stay and enjoy the fun. I’m sorry for leaving early.”

“It’s okay. I’m glad you came and had fun. You needed it.”

“Happy birthday,” you said, hugging her. “I think I just need to sleep it off.”

She nodded and you started to make your way out of the club, pushing past groups of people coming in. You needed to get out and fast. 

The memories of your past relationship came crashing into your brain. It was too painful and you wanted to push them out. All you could see, though, was his face staring back at you. There wasn’t any particular emotion on his face. If anything, maybe he was also surprised to see you. 

As you walked out onto the street, you saw it was raining. It can’t get worse than this, can it? With a sigh, you faced defeat and walked out into the rain. You started walking, in the hopes that you’d find a taxi quickly. You stood there for a moment, with your hand out, and you watched as far after car passed you with the light on that signaled it was occupied. Of course there aren’t any empty cars… 

You walked ahead, deciding that there might be available taxis on the next street. And, of course, halfway there, you tripped. You fell on your butt and realized that your heel was broken. And that was the last straw that pushed you over the edge. You sat there, in the middle of the sidewalk and started crying. This was it; you were at your breaking point.

Just when you thought all hope was lost, a hand reached out to you. When you looked up, it was him. You thought that you might’ve been seeing things but you blinked again and there he was. You felt embarrassed and looked at his hand before looking away. 

“Go away,” you said. 

“Come on, Y/N,” he said. “It’s raining and you’ll get sick.”

You grabbed his hand and he gripped yours firmly, pulling you up onto your feet. With your heel hanging off the rest of the shoe, you stood lopsided. You realized that you were still touching and quickly pulled your hand out of his. 

He motioned for you to come with him. He stood near the edge of the sidewalk and put his hand out. You hobbled over to his side, not saying a word. And, by the grace of everything holy, a taxi stopped and pulled over. You got in and, much to your surprise, he got in with you and proceeded to give the driver your address. 

You scoffed, disgusted at this behavior. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m taking you home.”

“Why?”

“I want to talk to you…” 

You didn’t say anything. You wanted to say a lot of things but you couldn’t even decipher how you felt about seeing him. Part of you was happy, the other sad, but most of you was angry–angry that he’d leave you without a single care in the world. Angry that he’d leave you with a half-assed explanation, or lack thereof. 

He took off his jacket and put it around you. “You’re shivering.” He cleared his throat. “I, uh… I miss you. I shouldn’t have done what I did…”

You bit your lip and you couldn’t stop the tears from coming. “No.”

“What?”

“You don’t get to miss me,” you said. “Do you have any idea what I’ve been through for the past couple weeks? You don’t even know the half of it!”

“I–”

“If you missed me, you could’ve called! You could’ve texted. You could’ve shown up at my door and I would’ve taken you back right there, no questions asked.”

“I know…” he said. “I’m-I’m sorry. It was wrong, it was stupid, it was immature. I took you for granted and it’s one of my biggest regrets…” He cleared his throat. “I was at a point in my life where things weren’t going my way and I thought that maybe it was our relationship that was the issue.”

He studied you for a moment and you didn’t break eye contact with him. You missed this; just looking into his eyes and getting lost in them. 

He continued. “After a week or two I realized that being with you wasn’t it. It was never it and I was stupid to just let you go like that. I blamed you instead of looking in the mirror. It was easier to blame you than to take responsibility for my own feelings.” He paused and bit his lip, the way he did when he got emotional. “I wanted to reach out to you but I didn’t know where to start. I have a million drafts in my notes. I was going to call you a hundred times. Too much time passed and I didn’t know if it was okay…”

You wiped your tears. “So, what? You think you can just come back into my life now?”

He shook his head. “I wanted to apologize to you sincerely, first, but if you want me in your life I will be. I miss you so much...”

The taxi came to a halt, in front of your apartment building. You took a deep breath, hoping that you didn’t break. The last thing you wanted to do was show him that you were hurting, that all of this had hurt you. You pulled off his sweater from around your shoulders, handing it to him. You said, “Thanks for taking me home.” And with that, you got out of the taxi and headed toward your building with your broken heel. You got out of the rain and started pressing buttons on the keypad to get inside.

From behind you, you heard the taxi door slam. And a few seconds later, you felt his hand on yours from behind. You closed your eyes as you listened to the sound of his breath hitch. He said, “Please…”

You bit your lip. “Just...just leave me alone, Taehyung.”

“If you’re truly done with me then let go of my hand, walk through that door and don’t look back. I’ll leave you alone if you can at least do this.”

A single tear rolled down your cheek. You couldn’t move even though you figured you should. You couldn’t escape him even if you wanted to; your heart wouldn’t let you. Your heart was making you weak. You turned around to face him and didn’t say anything. You couldn’t bring yourself to speak, though there was so much you wanted to say. He looked down at you with those sad eyes and wiped your tears with his palms. 

You looked at him and found tears forming in his eyes. His lip quivered as he said, “No matter how much I apologize, I can’t make up for what I’ve done. I know that. I’ll work everyday to gain your trust again. I’ll start from the ground and work my way to your heart.” He cupped your face with his hands, gently caressing your cheeks. “I love you, Y/N… I’m sorry I forgot it.”

You kissed him and your world was suddenly a whole lot warmer as you melted into his arms. You felt at home, with his thick lips on yours. Everything in that moment felt so right. He kissed you back and held you tightly, afraid to let you slip through his fingers again. 

Things weren’t perfect; they were far from that. But in that moment, everything felt okay.

[gifti3]

honey

ayy im back again with another jjba and game crossover! I’ve had this idea for awhile and I’m finally getting most of it out of my system now!

It’s pretty much huniepop but with jjba characters, and Bruno is your love fairy! so yea warning this is 18+  ——

Summary:  You’ve never sexted before but no worries cause your love fairy Bruno’s here to help!

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You sat on your bed, staring at your phone, putting every single brain cell  to work. You were texting one of the many people you were currently fooling around with.

Bruno places his chin on your shoulder as he reads what you’ve typed so far.

He tuts at what he sees. “You aren’t very good at this…”

You huff. “Well, it’s not like I’ve ever sexted before!”

And you were only in this situation because of this man–er fairy!

You had met him about 2 weeks ago in the lounge bar near your apartment. That day had been stressful and you decided to go out to unwind and maybe meet someone new. Unfortunately, the moment you had arrived in the bar, your body decided to get cold feet, as usual. So you sat at the bar and began ordering drinks, keeping to yourself.

You had only been two drinks in when a man had approached you–Bruno. He had a disguise on, but you hadn’t known that at the time. The way he approached you was kind of strange, but you weren’t complaining. In fact, you were grateful since you were planning to stay in the same bar seat the whole night. 

He tried to flirt with you, but you totally failed at properly reciprocating. However, he still smiled and looked at you for a couple of seconds. “I think I can make this work.” 

After uttering that strange and somewhat curious statement, he left. You simply shrugged it off and continued to drink to help get over your disappointment.

You were sure you wouldn’t see that same man again, but later the next day he showed up in your room! Wig gone and with intricate, lacy looking wings, he looked like something otherworldly and straight out of a fairy tale. 

That day you learned that he wasn’t actually a man but a fairy, a love fairy to be more specific. He told you he was there to help you seduce as many people as possible and get into their beds as quickly as possible.

It was a strange experience, to say the least, and you were honestly still trying to completely process it.

You focus on the message on your phone, back in the present.

Bruno chuckles in that stupid attractive way that makes you feel kind of giddy. He flitters his wings before moving away from you. “Okay, let me help then.”

He snaps his fingers and you start levitating about a foot off the bed. 

“B-Bruno?”

The man doesn’t reply as he positions himself in the spot you were sitting. Once he’s settled, you float down and land on his lap.

You wiggle a bit on top of him. “What are you doing?”

“Helping you, amore.” He gently pulls you against him. “Now let’s start over.” He deletes everything you typed so far.

“I’m not going to just do this for you outright, but I’ll try to push you in the right direction. I still want you to learn.”

You groan. It really felt like you were being tutored at times.

“This person doesn’t know how to be subtle. What would be the best approach for someone like this?”

You think for a second. “Uh…to be straightforward too?”

“No. Well not yet. Try teasing them first, it’s more fun that way.” As he finishes that thought, he smiles mischievously and begins dragging the fingers of one of his hands along your side, giving you goosebumps.

You gulp and try to ignore the fairy’s caresses and type something simple. “Is this okay?”

“Oh? What exactly do you mean by that winky face,” Bruno reads.

You feel embarrassed hearing it out loud .

“That’s cute, but it could be better.”

You pout, something you were doing a lot ever since Bruno appeared in your life. “This is too hard Bruno.”

Bruno was still touching you. It was a nice feeling but distracting. “It might seem like that at first, but you need to keep going.”

You try again and type ‘oh ur going to give it to me? how exactly?’

Bruno hums approvingly. “Good. How would my cute human like it?”

You blink. “…I guess slowly?”

He places his chin on your shoulder, looking pleased. “I’ll be sure to remember that.”

You stare at your phone screen so you wouldn’t have to make eye contact. You could feel your heartbeat picking up in your chest and you knew he could feel it too. 

Bruno tended to act like this when he got a bit too excited but today he didn’t seem to be trying very hard to hold back.

Your phone vibrates in your hand. “Bruno you’re supposed to be helping me,” you complain.

“I am amore. I’m just taking a more direct approach.” He looks at the reply you had gotten on your phone screen.

as fast as you want it ;p

“So they like it when you lead. Tell them exactly what you want…Maybe throw a pet name in there too.”

You did as he said and, when he gives you the okay, hit send. Bruno was really good at his job when he wasn’t messing with you. All this was second nature to him.

His lips brush lightly against your ear. “Do you like it when I call you pet names amore?”

Before you could reply, your phone vibrates again. That was quick. You raise your eyebrows as you read the extremely explicit message. “Holy shit.”

“They’re probably gonna start wanting pictures soon so we might as well beat them to the punch. But I’m assuming you’ve never sent nudes.” He paused for a moment. “I wouldn’t recommend it unless you’re 100% sure.”

“I want to,” you say.

“Okay, you should keep it a little tasteful. It’ll definitely drive this person crazy.” Bruno starts fiddling with your bra before unhooking it. “Take this off.”

With some awkward movements, you remove your bra from under your shirt and toss it to the side.

Bruno goes back to caressing your sides before moving his hands onto your chest. He softly drags his fingertips across your hardening nipples.

You close your eyes and completely relax against him. You hated when he teased you like this but it felt good.

“Don’t get too relaxed. You still need to send a picture.”

Slightly frowning, you open your camera app. Your texting partner won’t be able to see Bruno so you don’t bother moving from your comfortable spot.

You snap a photo of yourself, your nipples pushing against the thin fabric of your shirt.

You type a short message.

“You’re quickly improving,” Bruno said.

You take that as an okay to send. 

Bruno presses a kiss on your neck and you shiver when you feel him lick a stripe up your neck.

Bruno purrs. “You taste fantastic.”

He places his hands near your inner thighs. “I bet you taste even better here.” He hand moves towards your warm center and you spread your legs wider for him.

Your phone vibrates but you really couldn’t find it in yourself to check.

Bruno nips at your ear. “What do you think you’re doing? Don’t keep any of your targets waiting.”

You reluctantly look at your phone. You had received a lewd photo. Definitely, much more revealing than yours. “W-What do I do now?”

“What do you think of the picture they sent?”

You decide to be straightforward. “Well, they have a nice body and it makes me feel excited.”

“Reply with something similar to that,” Bruno says.

After you send the reply, Bruno suggests you remove your bottoms and helps you pull them off.

The moment you’re back in his lap his hands are back on you. Bruno massages you through your blue panties. You push your hips insistently against his hand.

“You should send a photo of yourself like this,” Bruno tells you.

You purse your lips. This was beginning to frustrate you, but you hurry and take a photo of yourself, making sure to angle the phone to mainly focus on your lower half.

A wet spot was beginning to form on the blue cloth.

You type i hope blues ur favorite color ;) and send.

Bruno laughs at your message. “Are you sure you haven’t sexted before?” He pushes his hands past the elastic band of your underwear.

He brushes his fingers against your slit before spreading you open and teasing your wet entrance.

Your entrance clenches, begging for more friction and heat.

You turn your head towards Bruno’s face, desperation in your eyes “Please, more.”

“What exactly do you want more of? I’m just helping you with your sexts.”

If you could think more clearly you would yell at him. But apparently, Bruno was feeling generous today and moved his fingers to your swollen and sensitive clit and begins rubbing.

“I like how little it takes to get you like this,” he says huskily into your ear.

You moan in reply.

He stops his movement and slowly pushes a finger into your entrance. His other hand cups your breast and begins kneading. 

He kisses your cheek and you turn your head towards his. He presses his soft lips against yours and you immediately let him push his tongue pass your lips. You could feel him grinding his hips against your ass.

He slips another finger in and begins to thrust into you faster. The sound of him pushing against your wet walls filling your quiet room.

Soon enough you begin repeatedly tighten against Bruno’s slender fingers–the warm feeling in your lower stomach beginning to overwhelm you–and pull away to catch your breath. 

Your back pushes against his firm chest. “C-Close, don’t stop.”

“Where are your manners tesoro?.” He sounded a bit out of breath himself.

“Pl…Please Bruno”, you say before he could edge you.

“That’s better.” Bruno’s other hand begins rubbing against your clit and with a couple more thrusts of his fingers your body tenses, toes curl, and you moan as your climax washes over you.

Bruno’s fingers continue to work you through your orgasm, thrusting in and out of your throbbing pussy.

As you come down, you try to slow your breathing.

After a while, Bruno breaks the silence. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have done that…I got carried away. You need to answer your messages.”

You couldn’t care less about that right now.

And yea you might have just came, but you were already ready to keep going and you needed–wanted to be closer with this satyromaniac.

You turn towards him on all fours. Your hand moves up his thigh nearing the obvious bulge that had been pressing against you.

Bruno softly grabs your wrist “Sorry y/n but you haven’t earned this yet.” His face seemed like he was internally struggling.

He gives you a peck on the lips before moving from off the bed. He looks at his watch. “And there’s some business I need to attend to. You should answer those messages.”

With a final “Stay sexy and keep it classy” he was gone.

You stare at the now empty space. “You bastard!”

Keep it classy your ass! Crossing your arms, you fall back into your bed. 

You look at the multiple messages you had not been paying attention to.

i wish i was there with you

can i come over right now??

…hello?

Oops. Well, you’d make sure to make it up to them later.

You sigh.

That fairy really blue balled himself.

[honeymoonjin]

day 8

GWoo boy! The tension was nearly insurmountable going into this chapter. I’ll admit that my anticipation was laced with some trepidation. I was curious as to how the atmosphere would shift once someone was sent home; how being focused on the endgame now would shift the dynamics with each of the members as well as with our lady. Then to have PD-nim start the whole process by asking each of the members to vindicate their place in the show felt like a twist of the knife. It was a very sucky albeit effective tool to bring to the forefront of the audiences’ mind that they all have something to bring to the table and deserved to stay. It inadvertently justifies for us what you are about to have the show’s staff announce right before our lady reveals who was about to be sent packing. 

To say I was surprised by the twist would be an understatement. And yet, I still found myself uneasy (after all, just because there wasn’t going to be an elimination for the first week, it didn’t mean that no one was going to go home in the second week; we had only delayed the inevitable). But it seemed as though my worries were all for naught because you seemed to have found a way to side step the emotional turmoil all together in a rather clever way. The reason I would argue this solution works for this verse is because by eliminating the potential emotional turmoil sending someone home would bring about (thus clouding our lady’s objective judgement of each member’s sexual performance) it turned the potentially messy and awkward situation into one where the stakes were equally as high but without the emotional shamble. Oof! I have no idea if any of this is making sense; I wish I was able to articulate how just happy I felt that no one was going home but that there was also a good - nay, beneficial reason for this amendment to the elimination process! Needless to say, this certainly changes things for the better because it feels as if you had just cranked the tension up to 100 now! I can’t wait to see how this aspect will play out! 😏

And speaking of things playing out, Namjoon was anything but playing with his first time. I loved how intimate and so very fitting his scene was! I really appreciate the decision to have his first time be something that was solely for him. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy because it’s exactly as our lady says: he deserves it. I love that it started with him stuck in his head (quite possibly hearing Hobi’s voice coaching him through his first time; lols!) and then, with our lady’s help, morphed into a scene about truly feeling himself and that just feels like Namjoon at his core. The entire scene had just the right amount of sweetness - even subtly romantic - filled with passionate kisses and an eagerness to please. It made for an unforgettable scene that left me both swooning and breathless in the very best of ways. I do love that ease that settles between him and our lady afterwards, even at the dining table. It feels like unspoken promises. (oh… was that just me? *shrugs* no matter, a girl can still hope)

How great then was it that the following scene comes with promises of more moments of bonding between the group?! I was cackling at Jin and Hobi and Tae! *content sighs* Every little detail from Jungkook playing with his party hat to Yoongi using his as a makeshift container to put his snacks in made my heart do cartwheels! The familiarity and ease of the scene makes for another special meal time with the added bonus of celebrating Joon over cake! Warm fuzzies overload! 🥰

But perhaps what was the real icing on the cake *😉* are those sext messages between our lady, Hobi, and JK! Oh the promises of dominance to come was such a tantalizing tease! And yet, as wonderfully hot as that entire scene was (like, I may or may not have had to physically walk away from just how hot that scene was getting) not having our lady climax the entire chapter and thoroughly put in her place did something to me. I couldn’t put a finger on what it was but I felt complete for some reason… 

And then Hobi spelled it out for me. And I was floored. 

As our lady chased her high at the very end of this entry, I too found a sense of calm and satisfaction I did not think I deserved prior to Hobi’s scene as my choice to vote Hobi off also weighed heavily on my heart. You were able to convey both understanding and a way for me to let go of the guilt in the most tantalizing way. Like… WOW! It was impeccably devised from a writer’s standpoint and I feel as though only the word “genius” could best sum up the emotional satisfaction that you were able to subconsciously evoke in me. How? How did you know? As the kids say: I am shooketh. Wow… just, wow. 

Magic Weaver, your work this week was truly spellbinding! I can say with certainty that there has never been a story that affected me on that level and I will forever be in awe of your amazing writing! What an honor to experienced with each new entry (knowing the caliber of talent that would be present) and still be taken by surprise each time. Thank you once again for sharing this very special entry with us and for your constant hard work. I cannot wait to see what you have in store for us next! 💜 Jan

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no lie tho me writing the elimination scene i was like “....but will jan like this?” fsjdkf 

ahh it’s such a relief to finally have this big secret out in the open,, phew ! now it’s time for us to get to the fun stuff without worrying about losing numbers woo !

im so glad you appreciated yn’s journey in this chapter and how hoseok knows how to make her feel better. i, for one, felt awful having to write yn thinking of sending hoseok home, so it felt right that you readers would probably feel bad too. allowing that but also giving a resolution at the end felt really necessary to me so that we could move on guilt-free !

i’m too weak for serious angst BUT that doesn’t mean that our twist won’t lead to more emotional turmoil,,,,, what happens, my darling readers, if yn develops feelings for a member that’s been eliminated and they’re no longer allowed to touch? what happens when a member gets upset that they were voted out but they’re still around yn every day? so many new possibilities now that our villa is staying full !

thank you for your support on every chapter. it means so much and i always think about what you’d think about something or how you’ll react. but be sure to buckle your seatbelt because week 2 is going to be very intense now that we’ve revved our engines in week 1!

[xfanfics]

Destiel Fic Rec List Part 2

Last Updated in October 2014. Posted in May 2020 for posterity.  Listed in no particular order - the total rec list will have ~250 fics. Header graphic used with permission.

This part of the list contains: 35 fics.

Other Destiel Rec Lists: [1]. [2]. [3]. [4]. [5]. [6]. [7].

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Kiss and Make it Better by annehiggins E | 9k

Both the forces of Heaven and Hell are after Dean and Castiel, but sometimes a kiss really does make it all better.

Sweet little loving and bonding fic.    

Retreat into Silence by annehiggins E | 16k | Fluff,  Angst,  Alt!Canon

Written for this prompt by deceptivechasm on the no longer exists LJ simon_says_dean: “Something very traumatic happens to Dean while he's with Sam (or Sam was away) which causes him to stop talking, *again*. Sam didn't know about the first time, and has to ask Bobby (or John) about what happened after his mum died.”

Sweet, adorable, and really schmoopy with added angst.    

I Know What You Like by JinxedAmbitions E | 4k | Pornstar AU, Bottom!Cas

Castiel agrees to help Gabriel out by being a production assistant at his porn company. However, when porn star Dean Winchester comes onto him on set, who is Cas to say no, especially when Dean seems to know all the things that turn Cas on most?

Hnnnghgggg.    

Consort by Valyria E | 139k [WIP] | Angst,  Medieval AU, bottom!dean

When King John of the West Saxons forms an alliance with a neighboring Christian kingdom, his eldest son Dean ends up playing a role he never expected.

Valyria's fabulous (currently WIP) Medieval AU is a must-read. Definitely a slow burn fic--includes very bad/painful sex, but with a great payoff.

What Was Lost Still Leaves Its Mark by shieldmaiden_of_celestial_intent E | 4k | Hot, Alt!Canon, Sub!Cas, Demon!Dean, Dom!Dean, Praise Kink

Demon Dean captures Castiel and tries to force him to play out a few of his fantasies. Cas soon finds himself willing because Dean still retains some of the good qualities of his human life. It starts out with dubious consent but consent is given later. There is a confrontation where Dean makes Cas strip. If you love Dean's panty kink this figures prominently. This is from Cas' POV and gets romantic and hopeful toward the end. This is canon compliant up to the season 9 finale. Castiel is powered down and has human drives like sex and sleep. Dean dominates him but does not hurt him.

I'm not usually a huge fan of subby!cas because it usually feels ooc to me, but this is. I'm. This is just... Yes. Really hot. Warning for dubious consent at the beginning.    

Words with Friends by betty days E | 22k | Human AU, Sub!Dean, Dom!Cas, BDSM |

"Dean Winchester is as straight as an arrow. He’s a lady’s man of epic proportions: the king of the one night stand, the messiah of the friends with benefits paradigm, the emperor of perpetual bachelorhood. Except, apparently, when it comes to his best friend, Castiel Novak. Wherein a longstanding acquaintanceship leads to friendship, then best friendship, then sexting, then dirty talk, then mutual masturbation, then, inevitably, fucking.

Smoking hot and full of feels.  

Little Motels by Lovely_Phrase E | 238k | Human AU

After John's death, Dean must travel to California to find his estranged brother and deliver the bad news. He takes Castiel with him, despite the newness of their relationship, and finds himself falling in love while staying in a series of little motels. What he discovers after arriving at Stanford is enough to destroy what's left of him, but Dean isn't willing to give up what they have together that easily.

Wow. This was RIDICULOUSLY long and I can't really believe I finished it. Regardless of the intimidating length (heh), it was a captivating story. Though it edged near soap opera levels of drama at times, the plot was sure, the characters grew and developed, and the writing was excellent. Very good read--highly recommended. Perhaps not for the sensitive (in regards to Drugs or abuse). Also not for john!stans.  

Dragon Healing for Pleasure and Profit by whelvenwings G | 6K | Fluff, Wizarding World AU, wizard!dean

When Cas, a zoologist and aspiring author, moves into the house next door, Dean can't help but go over and say hi. He hadn't reckoned, however, on Cas' determination to discover whatever it is that's living in the nearby woods. Dean should follow his instructions and send the guy away, and yet there's always something stopping him. After all, whoever said a muggle couldn't heal a dragon?

OMG AMAZING!! Wizarding World AUs are the best, and this muggle/magical person romance is super sweet.  

A Fine Frenzy by the_gabih E | 8k | A/b/O AU, omega!dean, alpha!cas

The rest of Dean's family have these romantic, almost fairytale stories of how they first met their mates. Dean? Not so much. But he's okay with that.

Super hot. Apparently an abandoned WIP, but it's mostly porn so that doesn't really matter.    

The Vessel by chellefic E | 7k | Alt!canon, body sharing

When his vessel goes missing, Castiel turns to Dean for help.

I love this fic! Vessel fics/sharing bodies is always a fun and sometimes sexy trope. This definitely delivers on both of those fronts.    

There's Only One Sure Thing That I Know ❤ by leah k E | 20k | Fluff,  Alt!Canon

Dean doesn't even get halfway through explaining before Bobby starts laughing. When he lets himself think about it for more than five seconds, Dean can almost see Bobby's point: he's faced down demons, witches, vampires, werewolves, ghosts, angels, and Satan himself and now he's been defeated by the God damn Midwest.

This fic was AMAZING. I want to wrap it up in a blanket and cuddle it. Maybe hump it or something. Idk, I'm flexible.    

Unusual by Yosei E | 12k | ABO AU, omega!dean

Now that Sam was in college half-way across the country, Dean needed a roommate in order to keep the spacious apartment (with his own room!) that he'd come to love and call home. With Sam's non-stop worrying, he finally convinces Dean to meet a possible roommate. Who knew that it would be the beautiful dark-winged archangel with a PhD., Castiel Novak?

Come a Little Undone by  FagurFiskur E | 3k | Fluff, Teacher AU, Bottom!Dean, Top!cas

"Well?" Cas prompted, turning his face to the side to look up at Dean. "Are you going to get started?    Something about the annoyed tone in Cas' voice, as if he were the one doing Dean a favor and not the other way around, pissed Dean off enough so that his better judgment took the backseat for just a moment. Unfortunately, that moment was long enough so that by the time it ended, Dean was already straddling Cas' thighs. Written for this prompt: Cas and Dean are teachers. It's the end of the year. Cas is stressed out with grading. How does Dean help?

Short, sweet, and hot. Pining!dean and massages yay.    

Sex 101 by betty days E | 50k | Hot, Dancer AU, Alt!Canon, Slow Burn

or: That Time Castiel Asked Dean to Teach Him How to Have Sex. "I want to have sex," Castiel announces suddenly. Dean chokes on his gulp of Baha Blast. Wherein Dean teaches Cas how to have sex, and Cas teaches Dean why to have sex. This fic is filled with music, literature, fluff, angst, smut, feels, and glitter. Lots and lots of glitter.

This AU will just suck you in. God, I love dancer!dean. It started out with some super hot vouyerism, and progressed to self discovery and more super hot things. Yay.    

Dean Winchester Is a Gay Virgin by betty days E | 79k | Hot,  Angst,  College AU, Mafia AU, Gay Panic

"Dean Winchester has a grand total of two big secrets: Secret #1 is that he’s a virgin. Secret #2 is that he’s gay. Dean Winchester is a college junior, a full-time mechanic, and a baseball superstar. He's so far in the closet, he can't find a way out. Then he meets Castiel Krushnic, the totally dreamy President of the LGBTQA Alliance at school, and finds out that Cas has some dark secrets of his own.

Wow. This is not what I thought I'd be getting into by the title. I was expecting a nice college AU and then there was unexpectedly the mafia, gritty angst, and family feels. What a ride. If this were a book, I would buy the fuck out of it.

Learning to Breathe by underneathitall E | 114k | Fluff,  Angst,  Hospital AU

Dean Winchester was just admitted to the Psychiatric Ward for minors at Lawrence Hospital after a car accident that killed his father but left him alive. When he finds out his roommate is a kid he used to go to school with, Castiel Novak, they start to make a hesitant friendship. At first, Dean's only focus is to get out as fast as he can without any attachments. Soon after that, he discovers that making friendships with other patients in the hospital and developing feelings for Cas might be what he really needed to get through this all along.

ahhsgahahhHhhh I loved this so much! It manages to be weirdly fluffy and feel-good even though it deals with majorly angsty stuff (mental ward, hello).    

Just Kisses by tiptoe39 E | 2k | Hot, PWP

Castiel's not ready for anything beyond kisses. So Dean just kisses him. Everywhere.

Hot and sweet.    

Tales from the Bunker of Domesticity by teaandjumpers M | 17k | Fluff,  Alt!Canon

Moments of domesticity between Dean and Cas (and occasionally Sam) in the Men of Letters bunker. Essentially, this is a story about the boys building a home together.

NnoOoOooOoOooo this was so domestic and lovely!    

The One With Dean's Anal Beads by triedunture E | 1k | | Hot,  PWP, bottom!dean

Complete PWP: anal beads, multiple, dry/painful orgasms, & dirty talk.

Nnnghhhh    

Landing by ladyzanra T | 3k Angst,  Canon!verse

“You think in terms of days, Castiel, but there are no days in Heaven,” Hannah tells him, before he leaves. This, Castiel understands, is the reason she does not stop him.

Fuck everything I'm in PAIN.  

Simple As That by ashwinchester4 M | 2k | Canon!verse, First Kiss, First Time

Dean Winchester is not very good at doing things in the proper order. That includes his relationship with Castiel. After Cas becomes human, things begin to change slowly, simply, easily. Until everything is different.

Gorgeous. Simple as that.  

Let Your Grace Guide You by angel_kink E | 24k | Alt!canon, wing!Kink,

After Castiel heals Dean at Stull, the hunter finds himself with unexpected abilities. He becomes determined to use his newfound powers, with Castiel’s guidance, to rescue Sam from the cage. In order to ensure that their venture to Hell is successful, they are forced to team up with Crowley, who has his own agenda regarding what’s locked up in the pits of Hell. During the course of their alliance, secrets come out, feelings bubble to the surface, and Dean finds himself once again facing an impossibly dangerous situation in an effort to save his brother.    

Napoleon in Rags by linzeestyle E | 42k | Alt!canon, fallen!castiel

“So,” Dean says eventually, breath ruffling Castiel’s hair. “You gonna tell us about this place? “I don’t have to,” Castiel says, pushing himself up on his elbows. “If I’m right, it’s nearby. Near something called Tucson.” Dean looks at him incredulously and Castiel scowls. “I was hiding an invaluable relic, not purchasing real estate. There's no such thing as a hunter retirement plan.

Amazing!! Canon compliant from 8x17 and diverges from there :D    

Kryptonite in Shades of Blue and Green by Annehiggins E | 12k | Superhero AU

Dean is the only member of the Winchester family without super-powers and has lived with the threat of being used against him all his life. When Dark Angel finally makes threat reality, Dean ends up trapping them together for two months. A lot can happen in two months. Written for this prompt on the spnkink_meme. Technically Dubcon.    

Chasing Cars ❤ by ratherbehere E | 45k | Fluff,  College AU, Stripper!dean, demisexuality, Slow Burn

After an awkward accidental encounter at a local strip club, Castiel discovers his college roommate, Dean, has a secret career as a stripper, and their relationship begins to change and a bond begins to form. They face the joys and challenges of life together and discover along the way how deeply they've come to care for each other.

THIS WAS AMAZING! So much UST, Demisexual Cas, which is my favorite, and a long, slow burn romance where they are best friends primarily. Love it.    

A Weekend Project by narrativeimperative E | 16k | Lawyer AU, a/b/o, Omega!cas, alpha!dean,

Castiel Novak is a lawyer for an important firm. He’s also, to his chagrin, an omega. With the help of heat suppressants and some serious denial, it’s not a problem ... until he meets Dean Winchester. And then it’s very definitely a problem.

Literally the best.    

Viva by crowleyo E | 38k | AU, Stripper!Dean, doctor!cas, accidental marriagE |

Dr. Castiel Novak swears he will never let his sister talk him into a surprise trip again. Now he has just woken up in Las Vegas with a hangover, an unknown ring on his finger and a beautiful man next to him. It gets even better, though, when Castiel's last memory from the night before is seeing this man up on a stage in a skimpy cowboy outfit. Now, Castiel has to learn to live a cliche.  

Hush by Braceyourself & dresden E | 105k | College AU

He'd heard all he needed to know about Dr. Novak, really. Straight-laced academic, prioritizes punctuality, favours the smartest students; it doesn't bode well for Dean.

Wow, so great! Dommy!Cas, teacher/student AU. There is rape in it, but not between Cas and Dean.    

The Seraph by Hywar E | 135k | Creature AU, Dub!con, Dom!cas, Sub!dean

Ever since the seraph were discovered, there's been one rule society has had to adapt to: stay out of open water. Powerful, determined and aggressive, the octopus-human creatures are in a league of their own and have no qualms with taking what they want and attacking what they don't. Now, children learn to swim in man-made lakes and beaches are deserted save for researches and the fool-hearted. Dean Winchester is neither of those things. But a hunt has brought him and Sam, his brother, to one of the many abandoned beaches, where Dean is left with no choice but to take refuge in the water. He should be safe, he thinks, he doesn't go too deep - just deep enough to hide himself and to deter his pursuer. He forgot just how fast the damn things could be, and how determined they were once they had their eyes on something.

AMAZING. Love love love! Dominant!Cas who just wants to take care of his willful, human mate. Also tentacle sex. Be warned for dubious consent (because Cas is very convinced he's doing what Dean wants/needs but Dean is not so sure).    

Contact by clotpoleofthelord E | 16k | Alien AU, Tentacles

When aliens land on Earth the first time, Dean ignores it. When they land a second time, he's a little curious. When the third landing happens in his back yard, his life gets very complicated, very fast.

Taking Wing by riseofthefallenone E | 44k

Dean frowns around the cave, his head spinning as he tries to make sense of what he’s seeing with his eyes and his echoes. The smell doesn’t hit him until he’s already staggered to his feet, claws clicking on the stone floor. It’s the scent of another bat; different than any kind he’s smelled before. It’s not exactly unpleasant, but it does strike home a realization that turns his stomach inside out. This place belongs to another bat and Dean has pretty much just basically invaded their home.

This is adorable. I didnt know I could get so attached to two gay anthropomorphic bat people.   

Rain by The MigratoryLane E | 2k | | Hot,  Canon!verse, PWP

The fact that Dean Winchester was a strikingly handsome man had not eluded him. But the low burn of arousal that now flowed through his veins was entirely foreign not a month ago. Where as an angel the mere sight of Dean’s neck elicited no greater response, now Castiel found that he wanted nothing more than to trace his lips across the stubbled flesh beneath his jaw—to lick and kiss and suck at it until Dean moaned with the sensation.

CASTURBATION!!    

Cheers, Angel Eyes by wannaliveindeansdimples E | 20k | AU, bartender Dean, Cop Castiel

Dean Winchester is a bartender. He's noticed a new semi-regular and even given him a nickname. Pretty soon he and "Angel Eyes" become friends. Dean wants more, but is secretive, awkward Castiel ready to give it?

As the author's tags say, no matter the universe or circumstance they always find each other and act all schmoopy.    

A Little Slice of heaven by authocracy E | 5k | AU, bottom!cas, wing!Kink

Welcome to A Little Slice of Heaven, where angels stationed on Earth can come, relax, and enjoy themselves. Dance your cares away at our nightclub, or treat yourself to our world-class spa treatments with staff specially trained in the art of wing maintenance. Let our experts turn your stress into pure pleasure. The War is over, and Castiel finds himself bored and lonely in Heaven. He runs into Gabriel, who remembers him from the battlefield and offers to give him a tour of the best places on Earth. The archangel introduces him to his friend Dean, a masseur with magic hands. Castiel, a little self-conscious and shy, doesn't know what Dean means by "extra services" but is eager to spend extra time with him regardless.

Long Time Coming by authocracy E | 13k | Hot, genderswap au

For the prompt: Okay, so in my head, girl!Dean likes her anonymous hookups, likes her slutty biker look and her oversized flannel shirts and skinny jeans. Granted, she's getting a little old for the club scene, but she's always been more of a bar girl. And maybe Sam kind of despairs of her because he's all "RESPECT YOUR BODY AND YOUR MIND DEAN(NA?)" but Dean's never really bought any of that - she likes feeling close to people, and it's hard to with her lifestyle. Plus, there's something powerful about being hot enough to attract as many guys as she does. Thing is, she's not that easy to get off. It takes her time and effort when she's on her own, let alone when there's some guy expecting things of her. And let's be real, a lot of guys in the kind of places she goes to don't really know how to get a girl off. Maybe she's never even come during sex with a guy. Enter Cas.

I love my genderswap fics, and this one is um... really hot.    

[taetaesbaebaepsae]

Monsta X as FWB

Summary: Monsta X as FWB Anon Request

A/N: Finally writing about these grown ass smokeshows...I am so fucking thirsty. I really struggled writing Changkyun (my bias) because I’m so in love it hurts I’m so sick of him

Warnings: Smut and s o f t b o i s

Word Count: 2657

Hyunwoo (Shownu)

He would be SO BAD at not catching feelings

You smile at him one time and he’s in love he couldn’t handle a fwb arrangement

The only way he’d even do it is if he really liked you but was afraid you didn’t want to commit

He’s really that bitch who’s like “if i dick her down real good maybe she’ll love me”

He might be right tho

If you ever take a shower at his place you won’t exactly be getting clean

In fact any time you show any amount of skin he’ll be all blushy and handsy

Def shy and hesitant until he gets comfortable with you

After he does it’s on, though, he’ll never wear a shirt if he doesn’t have to and you’ll be constantly thirsty

He’s the best at eating you out don’t @me

He doesn’t know how smoking hot he is so he’d be so proud when he made you flustered or made you come real hard

Not very vocal in bed but he’s got a low pitched whine when he’s close that sends you over the edge

Won’t dirty talk and will blush if you do but he’ll love it

If he’s horny he’ll send you a text like “hey” that’s it

Bad at sexting he’ll just send you pics and you know what a picture is worth 1000 words

Does that low-key possessive thing in public where he’ll lead you with his hand at the small of your back

Otherwise not very affectionate in public though, he’s worried you’ll reject him if he tries to hold your hand and he’s f r a g i l e

Smiling and lots of affection from this big teddy bear

Likes to take care of you, he’ll tear your ass up and then clean your apartment while you sleep and wake you up with takeout and a movie

He is never not buying you food it’s his way to say he loves you ok epitome of “how many food until date”

He will bruise you a lot by accident and feel so bad about it, kiss every one with an apologetic smile

Is it that he doesn’t know how strong he is or that he wants every guy around to know you’re his? Little from column a, little from column b

Please don’t let it slip if you’re seeing anyone else he will break your heart he’ll be so sad

Not even salty just will be a whole kicked puppy dog

Will dick you down hard after you tell him and then apologize and be the softest cuddly baby, won’t want to let you leave afterwards

Depending on how comfortable he is, he’ll either avoid you or be totally honest

Not in person though you’ll get a lot of emo texts he’s too shy to tell you

Your phone will be dinging as you walk out his door, tbh

“I don’t like this” “come back let’s talk”

But then when you do talk again he barely says anything just holding your hand and caressing your palm with his thumb

He’s likely to end the arrangement if he thinks you won’t choose him

He’ll be so sweet and apologetic tho he’ll say “I’m sorry but I’m just not built for this. I want you all to myself.”

You WILL choose him I mean it’s a no brainer, really

Minhyuk

So you’ve chosen Lee Minhyuk as your fwb, huh? Good luck not falling in love, sis

He’s so. Much. Fun

He’ll wanna take you to amusement parks and carnivals and finger you on the Ferris Wheel

He’ll try and make you fall apart while at the dinner table with his hand under your skirt with the most innocent smile on his face

He’s down for anything in bed and he is a switch for sure

Loud AF when you tease him such whiny moans

If you spend a couple days with him y'all won’t get anything done because you’ll be trying to get dressed and he’s taking your clothes right back off

Doesn’t give a fuck if you leave marks and will be offended if you complain about him leaving them

He won’t get very salty if you have other partners but he’ll be competitive and try to occupy all your attention and be real extra in bed

You’ll probably catch feelings before he does he’s so talkative and fun you’ll get to know him fast and start to love all his little quirks

If you tell him he’ll be sweet about it and just be like “shit ok let’s try it’

If he catches feelings on the other hand and you’re not very perceptive, you’ll never know

He’ll get real weird, v quiet and sulky like he’d hate catching feelings and not know if you did or not

Would try to find out what you thought v obviously like "hey so if we did date how do you think it’s go?”

Will wait for you to ask him out even if he liked you first

Kihyun

Would be hesitant about an fwb arrangement bc he’s highkey salty when he doesn’t get his way

Would probably wanna cuff any meaningful sexual partner bc he’s territorial so you might worry it’s because of that and not because he actually likes you

Very respectful about things like consent would never fuck you while you were at all inebriated (like even two glasses of wine) even if you begged

Quiet with you in public he wouldn’t want to go out a lot because too much social interaction drains him

He’d be the type to be seeing other people but not wanting you to smh

But he’d feel bad about it and know it was dumb

He’d be really honest with you even to the point of hurting your feelings but if he wasn’t sure how he felt about you he’d just keep quiet

So much salt and shade thrown if you’re seeing someone else will get pressed if you so much as mention the other guy’s name while you’re with him

“Hey, this is my time, right? Focus on me.”

Rough in bed and a smirky little shit, knows he’s good

A whole dom he’d like you submissive but bratty

Loves to bark orders and dirty talk in foreplay but will be quiet during the act, low grunts

He’ll buy you lingerie almost be a low-key sugar daddy, really, you’ll mention a purse you like and find it shipped to your house

If he caught feelings he’d tell you immediately and force you to make a choice he won’t wait around for you to decide

If you caught feelings and he wasn’t ready he’d avoid you for a while but expect you to be ready to talk about it when he calls you a week later outta nowhere

Hoseok (Wonho)

This boy is all talk

He’d flirt like mad, tease you in public, hands all over you

When he got you alone he’d be a little shy and s o f t tho

Would be eager to try an fwb arrangement because he wants to think he’s a fuck boy

Spoiler alert: he is N O T

He’s almost worse than Shownu about catching feelings

Big showoff in bed after the second or third time

Likes to manhandle you

Highkey has a praise kink so it drives him crazy when you tell him how good he’s fucking you

Loud whiny moans, lots of dirty talk but he’s shy right after he comes and uber affectionate

Will sext you constantly

Wants to meet up every damn day

He’s rough in bed at first, pulling your hair, smacking your ass

When he catches feelings tho every once in a while he’ll go all sweet and slow

If he starts going down on you a lot you’re in trouble sis he’s in his feelings

He’s only a dom until he loves you then he’ll switch whenever you want

He will never not cuddle you after sex either way this man would stroke a one night stand’s hair for three hours after sex

Will mark and bruise you everywhere and be proud of it

He’d be pouty if you wore something to cover his bite marks and hickeys

Speaking of pouty just please like don’t let him find out you got another man

Your life is now constant d r a m a

Would follow you around at bars, salty af if he saw you dancing with someone else

Will make a whole scene

Tug you away into the hallway and if he’s drunk he might be crying

You’ll have to take him home and comfort him smh

Wears his heart on his sleeve so he’ll tell you he loves you like 2 weeks after y'all start fucking

His mom knows about you by week 3, ok, he’s a whole mess

Will cry about you to his friends, Shownu won’t like you bc Hoseok is listening to sad music and coming in his room at 3am being a emo baby

If you end the arrangement you’ll have to block his number he’ll be such a mess

Will lie and promise never to get salty about you seeing someone else if you just come back

He’s real cute if you like him back though, eager puppy and will make you know you’ve made the right choice by not letting you out of his bed for a full two days

Hyungwon

Would probably be among the best at not catching feelings

He can’t be bothered to fall in love tbh

He might if you really understood him, though, like if you’d nap with him midday and talk to him about nothing for hours

You’d only be meeting up twice a week for sex he’s not that pressed

He knows he’s pretty and you are too and it works for him but it’s not that serious at first

Will not give a fuck if you’re seeing someone else but he won’t be bc he’s too lazy to maintain more than one arrangement

He would get a little salty if you cancelled a meeting with him for someone else though how dare you

He isn’t a sub but he likes you to do all the work in bed if you’re down, likes to see you riding him

Not rough at all

Quiet in bed, just short breaths

He may just call you over for a blowjob tbh

You’ll know he likes you if he goes down on you

Like he always will get you off but if he’s taking extra time he’s got it bad

Not rough in bed, almost romantic sometimes so that might get you in your feelings even though it’s just how he is

If you catch feelings first and try a dramatic confession and he doesn’t feel the same way he’ll ghost you

If he does like you he’ll call you sometimes just to talk when he can’t fall asleep

Won’t exactly tell you if he catches feelings you’ll just go out somewhere like to get breakfast and he’ll run into a friend and he’ll introduce you as his girlfriend

So anyway you’re dating now

Jooheon

Another “try not to fall in love” challenge

He’d suggest an arrangement just to make you blush and he shocked when you said yes

A real giver in bed, loves to eat you out and won’t even ask you to reciprocate but will be very grateful if you do

He’s so loud, wake the neighbors loud but his dirty talk is low key sweet

Also has a praise kink of sorts but likes to give rather than receive

Will fuck your brains out while singing your praises, “Look at you, baby, you’re so beautiful like this.”

He’d love to take you out, fancy dinners sometimes, would just kind of act like you’re his girlfriend even if it were casual

Will actually be your friend you can call him in the middle of the night crying and he’ll drop everything to help

Y'all will go to karaoke and shit he’s really like your bff who also dicks you down

If he wants to see someone else he’ll talk to you about it first and if you’re even a little uncomfortable, he won’t

He won’t be too salty if you see someone else but will be pouty and needy the next time you see him

Lots of cuddles and his dimpled smile

If you catch feelings it’ll make him catch feelings he’ll look at you in a whole new light

If he catches feelings he’ll just tell you

The second he realizes it he’ll deadass stick his head in the shower when you’re in there

“So hey I like you, let’s date, yeah?- why are you screaming it’s just me”

Changkyun (I.M)

He’s the most likely to be a whole fuck boy

He’s also probably the best in bed and he knows it

He’s a cocky little shit, knows how to make you tremble with a look and a slow wink

Will be your friend first and your sex partner second, if you’re upset or in a bad mood he’ll talk you down and make you feel better before even thinking of touching you sexually

Most blunt

“wya I’m horny come through”

Will talk to you about everything and nothing your pillow talk might be the best thing about your arrangement

Otherwise he won’t take you out much though he’s somewhat shy in public

Low groans and deep growls in bed

Absolute master of words in Korean or English lord help you if he dirty talks in bed p h e w

He won’t sext you much bc his deep ass voice is what makes your legs shake and he knows it

All about the foreplay wants to make you beg him to fuck you but he doesn’t last long because it gets him just as worked up

Rough in bed, sweet aftercare

Likes to wash your hair in the shower and shit

Makes you laugh a lot will send you memes when you’re having a bad day

Won’t initiate cuddling but loves it when you do and pulls you to against him

He will definitely be salty if you’re seeing someone else even if he is too but it’ll be quiet salty

If it’s in public he’ll just seduce you away from the other guy

“You like me better anyway, right honey?” Deep voice right against your ear as he ushers you into the cab and he’s all smirks when you let him up your skirt on the ride home

You WILL catch feelings even if you’re the most jaded bitch alive if you spend enough time with him

If you’re the type to run from feelings he will chase you

You’ll be talking to him after sex and he’ll give you that sweet smile when he shows his low-key dimples and your chest starts hurting and you’re like “I gtg”

He will follow you out the door fr

Blow your phone up

Even if he isn’t sure how you feel about him or he feels about he’ll want to make sure you’re ok

Would never ghost you even if you ended things

Would be the type to have a long conversation with you about your feelings

If he fell for you though you’d have to pin him down and talk about it he’d stop calling you as much and try to avoid talking about it

If you tease him about it he’d groan and almost get mad

“You loooove me”

“Shut up you’re dumb ion even like you”

Compliments you when you look nice but it’s lowkey

“Your hair looks good like that” or “your legs are nice you should wear skirts more often”

Suggests you to get serious very casually

“So you’re my girlfriend now, okay? Where do you wanna eat and if you say you don’t care I swear to God”

[sharkfish]

ps i loved this one

(rereading bookmarks edition)

i’ve been rereading stories from my bookmarks as a comfort thing. i’m getting real deep in there to stuff i haven’t (re)read for years, and damn do i have good taste. the ones i’ve read recently that you should, too: 

(under the cut so i’m not that asshole that makes you scroll past an endless post) 

A Change of Scene by SurlyCat

When Dean goes over to see his Dom on Christmas Eve, he isn't expecting Cas to play naughty Santa, and neither of them is expecting how it turns out for them.

ooooomg fuck me up with that sex to lovers thing featuring bdsm. yessssss 

A Room of His Own (or not) by Valinde (Valyria)

Dean took a deep breath and reassessed the situation. He was in bed with a guy, sure, and technically they were snuggling, but it was Cas. The guy had absolutely no reference on what was appropriate physical contact between two dudes sharing a bed in the... normal, completely unsexy, no-funny-business, way.

cas is fallen, dean is confused (what else is new), A+ cuddling. that’s the fic. 

Boys On Film by LoversAntiquities @tragidean​ 

But maybe that’s what it is—maybe Castiel’s finally realized something Dean is too chicken to admit, despite the fact he’s been jerking off to the idea of Castiel fucking him for the past few weeks. The idea warms him as much as it pains him to think about, his friend not being able to talk to him about something like that. That has to be it—it’s the only explanation. Castiel likes him.

“Or maybe he knows you do cam shows.”

Dean chokes on his burger.

idk what to say, i love a good sex worker fic and here you go. @tragidean​ is always here with that first-class content. 

Castiel's Angel by Valinde (Valyria) @valinde​

The angel took a deep breath and looked down at his hands. He was fidgeting Cas noticed. Usually he was so bizarrely at ease in his human form, lounging around and tossing winks and smirks at anyone with a pulse. That more than anything had Cas straightening on his stool and wishing he was a little less tipsy.

“Ineedyoutogroommywings,” Dean muttered in one long, almost unintelligible, string. He was blushing.

all my fellow wing hos should flock* to this fic. i also love me a good switcharoo with angel dean (and hunter cas, as this is an alternate canon universe). and dean gets all claim-y, which is also my jam. 

*this was unintentional but a pretty funny joke 

For Science! by pm_lo 

Selected transcripts and supporting materials from Dr. Castiel Williams and Dean Winchester’s seminal study on physiological and psychological sexual response by gender designation.

i believe this was the first abo fic i added to my bookmarks. story time: many, many moons ago, i kept track of my reading list. i was doing that “50 books a year” thing so it was mostly for tracking that, but i had another tab for fics, because i read few enough that i could track them. i rated things and sometimes left notes, and by all the abo ones i was like “don’t tell anyone i read this.” yes, i shamed myself for liking abo. it was a dark time in my life.

anyway, then i read this, and was like, all right i can see what’s going on here.

this is a great fic for multiple reasons, and the format is one. it’s written as dialogue-only transcripts from their experiment. it’s hard to make that kind of format work, but pm_lo ain’t fucking around. 

Just a Stranger On the Bus by Amelia_Clark 

December 31 9:32 PM When Castiel boards the bus in KC, they think it’s empty at first—but when they toss their backpack onto an aisle seat and climb in after it, there’s a muffled yelp from the dimness at the back of the bus. They turn in time to see a man in a faded Carharrt jacket, sitting up and yawning as he rubs sleep out of his eyes. The man’s hair is greasy and matted down on one side, and there’s drool on the side of his face; nonetheless, he’s ridiculously good-looking.

“Hey man,” he says. Castiel does not correct him. “This can’t be Chicago.”

the non-binary tag, just like the trans tags in general, are a house half-built and left to rot in the rain. even if that wasn’t true, this series is goddamn amazing. also there’s rimming. also there’s a line in there that said something like “they don’t dislike their body, it just never felt like theirs” and i had a lightbulb moment irt my own experience. did dean ever wear carharrt in the actual series? if not, mistakes have been made. 

Just Turn Around and Go by PorcupineGirl @porcupine-girl​

Dean should be happy. His best friend and housemate of five years, Castiel, is moving out to live with his boyfriend, Balthazar. Dean's career is going great, so he can easily afford the house on his own now. This is just growing up, moving forward to the next phase of their lives.

It would be awesome, if he weren't in love with Cas.

Well, here we go, he thinks as he opens the refrigerator and digs around for sandwich supplies. First day of the rest of your life. Time to move the fuck on. As he slams his meat and mayo and pickles down on the counter, he considers adding the bottle of whiskey he knows is hiding in the cabinet, but decides that he has enough self-respect to wait 'til five. Then he'll get fucking blackout drunk. Yep. Awesome.

y’all, do i even have to say anything about this? roommates to friends to a pathetic amount of pining without saying shit to disgustingly in love. also i think i cried, but i’ve been in tears so many times in the last week, who’s to say. 

Plus One by ceeainthereforthat @ceeainthereforthat​ 

Castiel Novak might have to attend three weddings in two months, but he’s not about to let his brother play matchmaker. His family’s Internet streaming company is too important to let a relationship steal his time, but he knows exactly what to do–hire someone to pretend to be his boyfriend.

Dean Winchester has worked five-star hospitality long enough to know how to fit in with Castiel’s crowd, and this job could score him the connections to make his acting career take off. It’s a business deal, no matter how they’re drawn to each other. When the lines of their contract start to blur into real feelings, can they withstand Castiel’s family and jealous fans working to split them up?

there are a lot of great fake dating stories out there, but this one takes the cake (or, at least, a slice of it). also, i cried a lot rereading this, both “ohhh god i love their love” tears and also “ohhhh god this hurts so bad” tears. 

Should've Just Asked by Annie D (scaramouche) 

Despite their age gap and differing social circles, Castiel has struck up a warm friendship with Mary Winchester, a wealthy widowed socialite. When Castiel needs a place to stay, Mary invites him into her house, where there’s loads of spare room. Castiel’s aware that they make an odd pair, but he doesn’t fully realize how things look to outsiders, especially to Mary’s eldest son. All Dean Winchester sees is that his mom has apparently hooked up with a hot young guy (who is totally Dean’s type) and that makes things… weird.

they’re both oblivious idiots in love, cas is grey-ace, dean’s a total dork, it’s all just very lovely (and frustrating in the way oblivious idiots can be!!!). 

PS - annie d is writing marvel fic lately and i’m sure it’s fantastic if you’re into that kind of thing. 

Support Your Local Gay Beekeeper by Powerfulweak

It’s not like Dean goes on Grindr very often, just when he’s bored and alone. The blue-eyed guy's profile reads "Beekeeper, 29, 5'10, Single, I watch the bees." Dean is intrigued. He has to send a message.

this is a series that starts with some great phone sex and then goes on to very, very awkward sex injuries. a goddamn cringefest that had me in complete horror imagining it. but it’s fun! they persevere! people so rarely write about Sex Going Wrong and i love @powerfulweak​ for taking the bullet for us on that one. 

Take Me Home Tonight by Persephoneshadow @persephoneshadow​

“Come on, we’re finding you someone to…engage with sexually or whatever,” Dean explains, chancing another swig of beer before going on. “Anyone in this bar, no limits, who would you would be your top choice to bang?” “Well, you, ideally.” Dean spits out some beer before collapsing in on himself, legitimately choking this time. “Excuse me?!” ---- Or the one where Cas wants to have sex and Dean is there to help.

your classic denialist “i’ll be your wingman” turning to “actually imagining someone else touching you makes me want to punch someone.” which is dumb, because cas actually wanted dean all along. 

Words with Friends by betts

"Dean Winchester is as straight as an arrow. He’s a lady’s man of epic proportions: the king of the one night stand, the messiah of the friends with benefits paradigm, the emperor of perpetual bachelorhood.

Except, apparently, when it comes to his best friend, Castiel Novak."

***

Wherein a longstanding acquaintanceship leads to friendship, then best friendship, then sexting, then dirty talk, then mutual masturbation, then, inevitably, fucking.

look i think you’re always in good hands with @bettsfic​. but this one has some good sexting and phone sex right at the start, which i’m totally into, and then it gets even better. cas is a lil bossy, by which i meant to say he’s the kind of bdsm geek who has equipment installed in his bedroom for sex purposes. 

You're The Only Stranger I Need by lyndsie_l

When Castiel receives a text from a stranger, he finds himself engaging in conversations daily. He's drawn to the outgoing college student and longs to interact with the other man as often as he can. Slowly, he finds himself falling in love with the other and can't imagine ever meeting a more beautiful person.

The only problem?

He's never actually met this other man.

be still my heart! a long distance/texting/phone sex thing! i want to read it again right this second. cas is such a cool nerd, dean is a brat, it’s a good time all around. 

if you enjoy these fics (and you should), please give the writer some love via kudos and/or comments. <3 

ps - as always, if i didn’t tag the writer and you know their tumblr, please tag in the comments. i don’t think there’s a writer alive who wouldn’t be happy to be on a rec list. :) 

[neo-nymph]

NCT NSFW: KUN

Goddamnit I fucking love Kun :’)

A – Aftercare

May or may not know exactly what to do. He tries tho.

Another member I see being soft afterward and really just wants to cuddle more than anything. Doesn’t want you sleeping in a messy state so he gives you a warm bath. Takes off your make-up (if any of it survived), fixes your hair the best he can, moisturizes you skin, all that cute shit. Asks if you want anything else; water, a snack, cuddles, etc. If not he’ll just throw on the tv and hold you til you fall asleep

B – Body part

On you, maybe your hands. Not for any particular reason, he just likes playing with them randomly and feeling them on his chest when you hug him from behind.

Oh himself, probably him arms. They’re not too big, not too small. Just the perfect amount of definition.  

C – Cum

Pulls out purely so he can shoot his cum on your pussy. Literally rubs it around your lips like his dick is a paintbrush. I can see him being into creampies as well. Not really into having it anywhere else cause he’s not a fan of the mess.

D – Dirty Secret

Step-sibling porn; wouldn’t tell anyone cause he doesn’t wanna seem like a creep. This sounds so basic and common but I can see this being his go-to category.

E – Experience

Not a virgin but not super experienced. Likely slept with 2 maybe 3 women so he knows the basics but could still use some guidance.

F – Favorite Position

You riding him; his hands are gripping your hips and his eyes are glossing over every bit of you there is to see. He loves to lay underneath you as it gives him the perfect view of everything. Your pussy sliding up and down his slick length, your breasts bouncing and jiggling about, the expressions on your pleading face. It’s like he has a front row seat to the show you put on especially for him.

G – Goofy

He is leading up to the act. When your kissing and taking off clothes he’s probably a giggly mess smiling into his kisses and such. Leads a little bit into foreplay with some corny compliments to make you blush but not much past that point.

H – Hair

Trims when he has time cause he prefers it over a bush but doesn’t really make it a priority. Gets a clean shave on special occasions like valentines days or your anniversary just to be extra. Likes when you have a clean shave just cause he finds it cute and likes how smooth it feels on his face and lips but doesn’t ever actually ask you to shave.

I – Intimacy  

He’s a little awkward cause he doesn’t have a ton of experience but he really does try his best to make you feel good. Things get pretty steamy (literally, yall are both sweaty after). Very sensual with a lot of wandering hands and pants. Lots of open mouth kisses.

The type to believe sex is the most connected way of showing intimacy, so he tries his hardest to focus on making you feel good first, but sometimes he gets lost in how snug and tight you are around him. Whenever this happens he loses his sense of control and thrusts a bit harder than normal, eyes shut and jaw tight. All he can think about is how good you feel until you grab his wrist and pull him out of his fantasy. Then he’s back to focusing on you.

Non-sexual intimacy would mostly consist of back hugs and snuggles. You’ll be in the kitchen or the bathroom just doing whatever and he’ll wrap his arms around you from behind, resting his face in the warmth of your neck and leaving some gentle kisses. Other times will appear more nonchalant, like holding you close when you're watching a movie. It might not seem like much from someone else’s perspective, but to him, sitting there underneath blankets with his cheek being tickled by your hair, listening to your laughs with your head on his chest is where he feels most in love with you.

J – Jack-Off

Not too often, just as much as anyone else I feel. Possibly more just cause sometimes he doesn’t wanna ask you to help him out if the mood isn’t right. Like if it’s cold out and you’re cuddling while watching a cute movie he’ll excuse himself to the bathroom cause he doesn’t wanna ruin such an adorable moment.

Gets off to common porn, like step-siblings, college girls, solo girls, etc. Mostly goes for videos of you on his phone tho.

K – Kink

Light BDSM. Tying your hands behind you or using something to gag you. Likes hearing your moans muffled and watching you struggle with your arms bind from use, especially when you ride him. It gives him that little bit of control and confidence he needs to get a little bolder and more rough.

L – Limits

Kun is curious but not that adventurous. He’d go along with some of the more basic thrills, not too far past the line of vanilla, but I don’t think he’d be willing to do anything crazier than some roleplay and light bdsm.

M – Motivation (Turn-On)

Sexting in public. Doesn’t matter if you’re in the same room or on opposite sides of the planet. If you send him risky photos with disregard to the fact that he’s in a meeting he gets fired up in less than a minute. He won’t even try to stop you, he encourages you in fact. The risk and taboo of the situation, watching videos of you with your hands in your panties across the table from his boss, demanding you show him just a little bit more, send thrills down his spine like nothing else.  

N – NO (Turn-Off)

Being called Daddy. Outside of the bedroom he’ll laugh at it and throw you a scolding look but he’s not all that into it in a sexual light at all.  

O – Oral

Giving: Soft and gentle. Put your thighs over his shoulders, holds one of your hands while the other plays with your boob. Starts with fat licks just to taste you and warm things up, squeezing your boob in this hand. Then moves on to flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue and sucking on it A LOT. He’s not sure what else to try, but your moaning at his actions spurs him on to continue what he’s doing. Abandons your boob to toy with your clit until you cum but holds your hand the whole time

Receiving: Not sure what to do with his hands. Kinda pets your hair and just watches you with half closed eyes. Might hold your hair out of the way but does it real loose and gentle. Lots of little pants, trying not to be too loud. Groans when he starts getting close and trips over his words when trying to tell you he’s close. Tries not to buck his hips and make you gag but fails. Doesn’t mind if you choose to spit or swallow.  

P – Place

9/10 it’s in the bedroom. Too nervous to do it anywhere that isn’t the dorm or your place. You could maybe persuade him to let you give him a blow job in the bathroom of a public place but he’ll be on edge the whole time.

As for in the house, shower sex occurs every now and then when one of you is feeling frisky or spontaneous. Also on the couch, when you two are home alone; say a sexy scene comes on during a movie, or your ass just feels too perfect on his lap and he can’t wait long enough to get you into the bedroom. 

Q – Quickie  

Not too often. Only in some risky situations that you drag him into if you get him really riled up. *See risk for further explanation*

R – Risk  

The riskiest thing he’ll do it the sexting/watching your videos in public and jacking off in the bathroom as a result. He’ll never be the one to initiate it, but he can’t resist you enough to say no if you want to get dirty in the dorms while the members are home, or blow him in an empty studio or conference room at SM. If he’s super horny or frustrated tho he’ll have a quickie with you in the studio/conference room.

S – Stamina

Maybe 2 rounds

T – Toys  

He’d wear a cock ring if you asked but nothing other than that

U – Unfair [Teasing/Being teased]

Kun isn’t one to tease simply cause he’s not that into the whole begging thing. You could get away with teasing him tho. He hates it when you drag your nails along his length, teasing his tip with the light swipe of your tongue and a peck of your lips, pulling him further and further to the edge just to leave him in agony. Doesn’t have it in him to kill your fun or whip that evil little grin off your face tho. He’ll plead for you to stop with a sad laugh but doesn’t really put forth any effort for you to stop. Once you’re done tho you can bet he’s gonna get more than just a little rough

V – Volume  

Pretty quiet. Doesn’t make a ton of noise other than some loud-ish pants and grunts. Doesn’t talk much either, maybe an “oh god” here and there.

W – Wild Card [Author’s Choice]

I feel like he’s low key a perv.

Wouldn’t be surprised if he’s passing the bathroom one day while your changing with the door cracked open and he stops to watch you and jacks off without you knowing. If he comes home and hears you masturbating you can bet he’s gonna watch you from the door and rub himself until you’re done.

Probably has a folder of NSFW photos and videos of you in his phone for when you guys are apart. Really into you sending him naughty photos and videos of yourself.

X – X-Ray [Dick Size]

Like 5 or 6 inches. Reasonably thick, not too much of a stretch but it’s there.

Y – Yearning [Sex Drive]

Not crazy. Sex happens like 2-3 times a week. Even when he’s on tour he doesn’t get urges very often. Probably only when you send him something scandalous.

Z – Zzz [After Sex]

Honestly I don’t think he’ll be sleepy after unless it’s late at night. He’ll probably be up for a while afterward but doesn’t really have the energy to do anything other than watch a movie. He’ll fall asleep 1 or 2 hours later.

[psychobhyun]

T U G  O F  W A R  [3/3]

Foreword: It was football season and your school’s star player Chanyeol, who is also your childhood best friend, is going against your middle school friend, Baekhyun. The three of you have history and you’re forced to make a choice. 

Warnings: sexting, phone sex, dirty talk, cunnilingus, degradation, masturbation, blowjob, threesome, polyamory relationship, orgasm denial (that’s a lot of warnings....)

<warnings are different for each part.>

Genre: smut

also, please remember to drive safely! don’t be like baekhyun and chanyeol in this......

A few weeks have passed since then. Your relationship with both Baekhyun and Chanyeol are still strictly as friends but you still text Baekhyun every night and you still hang out with Chanyeol at school every day. Chanyeol never brought up anything about that event after that day but Baekhyun still texts you once in a while about it.

Byun Baekhyun: I miss you.....

Me: I miss you too Baekhyunee

Byun Baekhyun: Not Daddy? :(

Byun Baekhyun: Can’t wait to see you at the finals, baby

Me: What makes you so sure we’ll see each other at the finals?

Byun Baekhyun: Because I plan to fuck you as soon as I win ;)

Me: Not if my school wins though

Byun Baekhyun: We’ll see ~

You excused yourself to take a bath for an hour and you leave your phone outside. You washed thoroughly until you smelled knew you smelled amazing. You wore a tank top and shorts before laying down on your bed again. You can’t really go to sleep if you feel hot. Then, you texted Baekhyun once more.

Me: I’m back, Hyunee!!

Byun Baekhyun: Why do girls shower for so long??

Me: Geez, maybe we don’t want to smell bad like you do after a game?

Byun Baekhyun: But you still had sex with me afterward.....

Me: I’m going to sleep... BYE

Byun Baekhyun: Daddy was just joking, baby.

Me: *sleeping*

Byun Baekhyun: Daddy has a favor, baby.

Byun Baekhyun: Send me a picture of yourself?

Me: Why should I?

Byun Baekhyun: I’ll reward you with something nice baby.

You send a picture of yourself in front of the full body mirror. You showed off your curves and you know Baekhyun would have a reaction to it. You opened your laptop and used photobooth to take a picture of yourself. Your cleavage was visible and your ass looked amazing in it. You also licked your pointer finger to add a little bit of naughtiness.

Byun Baekhyun: Wow.... just tank top and shorts? I want to see you without it, baby.

Me: Mmmm ~ No

Baekhyun doesn’t read your last reply and you’re concerned. Would that easily hurt his feelings like that? Maybe you shouldn’t have a relationship with him if he doesn’t know his boundaries, you thought. Surely only a fuckboy would hate not getting nudes...

Then a notification pops up and it’s from Baekhyun. Seems like he sent you a photo. Curious, you opened your chat with him and was shocked to see he sent you a picture of his hard-on. He was still wearing his boxers, but it showed the obvious outline of his cock.

Byun Baekhyun: Daddy is hard thinking about you...

Me: Daddy... all that for me?

Byun Baekhyun: Yes, baby.

You were about to touch yourself because of the picture Baekhyun sent you but then you realized he was calling you. You answer right away and hear Baekhyun’s raspy voice. He sounds so tired, you thought. “Hi, baby,” he whispers into the speaker. You giggle from embarrassment. “Hello, Daddy.” Baekhyun starts by telling you about his game today. He won by a lot of points, but he told you he twisted his ankle due to an impact. You tell him to get better and he thanks you.

“But do you know how to make Daddy feel better?” You know where this is heading and feeling anxious is an understatement. “No, what can make you feel better Daddy?” you tease back. He lets out a throaty chuckle at your innocent reply. “Phone sex, baby.” Phone sex is very hot, you thought. It’s not as intimate as actual sex, but it can still satisfy you. You’ve had two or three phone sex, so it wasn’t new territory. None of the previous phone sex made you come, though. “What do you want me to say, Daddy?” Baekhyun pauses for a few seconds before replying you with anything you want, baby.

You don’t know what to say either, honestly. All your previous phone sex, it was the person on the other line guiding you and telling you what to do. Now that you had the freedom to do so, you were a little bit lost. “Don’t be nervous, baby, say anything you want.” You bite your lip and take a deep breath, calming yourself.

“I want to use my hands and mouth on you, Daddy,” you start. “I want to slowly touch your cock, feeling it pulse and get harder under my hands. I want to lick the red tip and look into your eyes as I do it. Would you like that, Daddy?” Baekhyun replies with a deep moan and it encourages you to speak more. You put your phone on loudspeaker and hear Baekhyun panting. He’s probably touching himself to your voice.

“I want you to fuck my throat and make me cry, Daddy. I want you to take my breath away with your hands around my neck.” Baekhyun’s cock is probably dripping with pre-come because the squelching noises are invading your ears. “You want that, baby? I can give you that.” It’s your turn to moan now. Your shorts are long gone and you’re rubbing your clit through your panties.

“Daddy, when are you going to put your cock inside me? I miss it, it’s been weeks.” Baekhyun loses it when you tell him you miss his cock and comes, slowly riding his orgasm by rubbing his cock slowly. He’s extremely satisfied with your talented encouragements. “Thank you for that, baby.”

Baekhyun ends the call shortly after he says goodnight to you and you told him that the experience was fun. He told you that the two of you should do it again sometime soon and you have a feeling it will.

A week later and it was the day before finals. Baekhyun was right. His school was going against yours. Chanyeol didn’t waste the last few days and trained until night. Since you were the manager’s assistant, you were required to go home late as well. You didn’t really worry about transportation because Chanyeol always brought his car to school. He just parks it a few blocks away to prevent getting caught by any of the teachers.

“The finals are tomorrow. Get a good night’s rest, Chanyeol,” you told him as he drops you in front of your house. He walks you into your front door but doesn’t leave as soon as you unlocked your door. “What’s wrong?” You ask. Chanyeol shrugs. You know he wants to tell you something but is afraid of it.

“Can I kiss you?” You quirk an eyebrow, finding his request a bit odd. You lean in to give him a quick peck but he cradles your face using his hands. His big hands are warming your cheeks and you blush. He smiles into the kiss when you moan a little bit. He grows confident and pushes you inside your house. It was almost half past 9 so you were sure your parents wouldn’t be awake at this time of night.

He throws some of the pillows away from the sofa and places you softly on it. He continues kissing you slowly, but you wanted more. When he unbuttons your school shirt and you didn’t push him away, he takes it as a signal to continue. He unhooks your bra as well and takes his time kissing and licking your skin.

He doesn’t waste time to open your skirt but simply pushes it up, noticing the wet patch on your cotton panties. He kisses you slowly as he slides your underwear to the side so he could push two fingers inside of you.

“Chanyeol,” you whine. “More.” Chanyeol loves it when you beg. “Not so loud, okay? Your parents are still upstairs,” he warns. Shit, he’s right. Are you really going to take the risk of getting caught? You put your hands on your mouth to stifle a loud moan. Chanyeol’s face is between your thighs and he’s eating you out like you’re his last meal on Earth.

Your head is suddenly flooded with thoughts. You were in the middle of something messy. You love Chanyeol as a best friend. But do you love him as a man? That thought never once crossed your mind but it was slowly starting to grow. But then you have Baekhyun. He’s like that spark you needed in your life. He made your life exciting and you can’t imagine not being with both.

Now you also know that Chanyeol has a side similar to Baekhyun. You’re getting the best of both worlds, but you feel guilty for wanting them both. “Chanyeol, stop, please,” you beg. Chanyeol’s face is in full alert and he shows concern when you start to cry.

“What’s wrong?” He kisses the top of your head and puts on your clothes for you. He hooks your bra in place and buttons your school shirt for you. When you’re presentable again, he looks at you one more. “I can’t do this to you... to Baekhyun,” you start. Chanyeol’s concerned face turns into a confused one.

“I want you both and I don’t want to ruin what I have with you and what I have with him. I’m so greedy,” you finish. Chanyeol shakes his head. “It’s okay to love two people at the same time, okay? We’re young, let’s do what we want before we die.” Chanyeol wipes the tears away from your eyes and hugs you.

“My bed,” you whisper into his ear. Chanyeol doesn’t quite get it. “Fuck me, Chanyeol.” Chanyeol smiles and carries you bridal style to a room he knows just as much as his own. That night, he pleasured you so much and made you come three times before he ever did. He leaves your house at midnight and sleeps with a smile on his face.

It’s the afternoon of the finals and the supporters from the two schools that are against each other are seating across each other. You sit just behind Chanyeol and hug him as encouragement. Your eyes met Baekhyun that is standing on your far left and waved at him. You gave him a thumbs up and he beams a smile at your direction.

The game starts and Baekhyun’s team once again has the lead. You were proud of him for working hard so early in the game, but you also want Chanyeol to win. This situation is confusing you more and more. The first half of the game finishes smoothly with your school a few points behind.

When the second half starts and it was twenty minutes into the game, one of the players from your school purposely shoves Baekhyun hard and he falls on his twisted ankle. You scream when you see him falling down on the field. You call for medics and run straight to the middle of the field, not giving a fuck who’s seeing you and who’s judging you.

“Are you okay?” You shout. You can’t really breathe because you were so scared about Baekhyun’s condition. He hides his pain with a laugh and tells you that he’s okay. “I’m also from your opponent’s team, you know,” he teases. You pout and pinch his arm lightly. “I know, but I care about you, you dumbass! I’m your friend!”

Baekhyun just smiles and stays silent. Chanyeol was watching the two of you banter so casually and got a little bit jealous. But you told him that you wanted him too... Chanyeol has never been this confused. The official asks if Baekhyun was okay and made sure he could go again and of course, Baekhyun still played.

Baekhyun continues and managed to score a few more points despite his injury. But since he was the ace in his team and he was hurt, your school chased the score gap and managed to turn the tables around by scoring a few points ahead.

Time flew by and the game ended with your school winning the finals. Your school celebrated and your school’s crowd cheered, but you didn’t feel like winning because Baekhyun looks so beaten up. While Chanyeol celebrates with everyone, you approach Baekhyun slowly when his teammates have finished cleaning up.

“Baekhyun, hi,” you greet with a soft voice. Baekhyun avoids your eyes and it hurts you. His eyes are looking everywhere but at you. You tap on his shoulder a few times but he doesn’t budge. You try to stay patient and managed to hold his hand. He finally returns your gaze. “Don’t ignore me, please,” you plead. He frowns when he sees you looking upset.

“I talked to Chanyeol. Whoever loses the game is going to back off and let the winner pursue you alone,” he explains. So that’s why he’s sulking so much. “I lost twice today,” he continues. He looks down like he’s ashamed to look back at you. You didn’t notice Chanyeol standing behind you, carefully listening to the conversation.

“But I want you,” you say, trying to point your message across. Baekhyun’s eyes lit up and he noticed Chanyeol standing just right there. “But you want Chanyeol,” Baekhyun reasons. You shrug. “I do, I want you both. Am I disgusting for wanting you both?” Your voice finally cracks and Chanyeol approaches the two of you.

“Baekhyun backed off fair and square,” he adds. Chanyeol and Baekhyun’s eyes turn to look at you once more. The pressure is turning you insane. “Fuck you both. I never said anything about this agreement of yours and I’m not allowed to say anything?” By now, the field is completely empty and it’s just the three of you arguing like idiots. “I want to be yours, Chanyeol. But I also want to be yours, Baekhyun. Why do I have to choose? I can’t.”

The three of you stood there, no one saying anything. The silence is killing you. “Someone say something, please,” you beg. You hear Chanyeol exhaling deeply from behind you. “I am willing to share if it makes you happy, okay?” Chanyeol speaks up first. “My priority is your happiness, angel.” He kisses the top of your head and hugs you from behind.

You look at Baekhyun with a pout on your face. “Anything for you, baby,” he says. You smile instantly and hug Baekhyun. You wanted to kiss both of them but you know you can’t. At least not now and not here….. 

“Does this mean the two of you are going to be friends again?”  You looked at the two of them with hopeful eyes. Chanyeol and Baekhyun nod simultaneously. “The reason we even fought in the first place was that we wanted you, baby,” Baekhyun explains.

“And now you both have me, so don’t fight anymore.”

The three of you went to Baekhyun’s place using Chanyeol’s car. Chanyeol was driving and you didn’t really want to sit alone at the back so you sat on Baekhyun’s lap at the front passenger seat. Baekhyun couldn’t stop touching you through the whole ride and Chanyeol was trying his best to keep his eyes on the road so you could get there safely. 

Sitting on Baekhyun’s lap meant that you could tease him so you did just that. You purposely moved a lot so your thighs would rub on his groin and he notices your teasing but chooses to remain silent a bit. When you didn’t get a reaction from him, you move to Chanyeol, 

Your hands landed on his crotch and you rub him through his school pants. He twitches when you find the head of his cock and he cracks. “Can you at least wait until we’re on a bed, you slut?” Baekhyun turns his head to look at what’s happening beside him. He wraps his arms around your waist and your arms to limit your movement. 

“Good girls wait for what they deserve, am I right?” You huffed in annoyance and stayed still. “Yes, Daddy,” you replied. You sulk in Baekhyun’s arms and rejoice when Chanyeol finally pulls over Baekhyun’s house. His parents weren’t home so you had the whole space for yourself. But the three of you know where you’re directly heading to so no one wasted their time. 

Upon entering Baekhyun’s room, you undress as fast as you could and waited for them to come in. When Chanyeol and Baekhyun entered, they just looked at you and played innocent. “Why are you naked, baby?” Baekhyun asks. He sits in front of his computer and turns it on. You furrow your eyebrows and look at Chanyeol playing with his phone on Chanyeol’s bed. 

You took matters into your hands and laid down beside Chanyeol. His eyes were still fixated to his phone, so you decided to just masturbate by yourself. You pinch your nipples as you push two fingers in and out of you. “I wish these were your fingers, Sir,” you say, looking at Chanyeol. He glances at you and you can see his dilated pupils but he’s putting incredible restraint on himself. 

“Your thick fingers would reach so much deeper inside me,” you add. Baekhyun spins his chair around to look at you. He’s biting his bottom lip as he watches you have fun with yourself. Your eyes lock with his and the atmosphere just got so much more arousing. You close your eyes to enjoy the sensations.

Then you feel something hot tapping on your cheeks. You open your eyes and you’re greeted with both of Chanyeol’s and Baekhyun’s cock in front of you. You smile happily. You hold them both with your hands and lick the tips of it one by one. Chanyeol throws his head back and Baekhyun runs his hand over your hair. He’s mumbling sweet yet dirty nothings to you as you take turns licking their cocks. 

“Um, isn’t this the thing you wished for a few weeks ago, slut?” You nod before you look at Chanyeol. Your eyes alone were worshipping the two cocks in front of you. When you take Baekhyun inside your mouth and attempt to deepthroat him, Chanyeol pushes your head and you automatically choke at the sudden gesture. 

Baekhyun laughs and wipes the drool hanging on the side of your face. He kneels beside you and makes you turn your attention to Chanyeol’s hard-on once more. “Suck,” he instructs. You comply and bob your head slowly but Baekhyun wasn’t satisfied with the slow pace. He holds your throat and you gag. “I can feel Chanyeol’s cock inside your throat, you like this, don’t you?”

You answer by moving more enthusiastically and Baekhyun hums in appreciation. He maneuvers his hand until it can touch your pussy. He fingers you as Chanyeol fucks your face. I’m going to faint when Baekhyun fucks me, you think. When they’re done playing with you, Chanyeol lays down on the bed and spreads your legs open. He enters you from behind and you gasp because he’s pressing right on your g-spot and it’s causing you to moan loudly. 

Baekhyun stands on the bed and leans in so his cock is right in front of your mouth once more. You open your mouth unconsciously as you whimper from Chanyeol fucking you so hard and fast. “You want Daddy’s cock, baby?” Baekhyun teases you. He’s fisting his dick and he’s teasing you at the same time. When Chanyeol hits deep inside you, you burst. 

“I’m going to die if I don’t suck your cock, please, Daddy! I want it so bad, I want to be stuffed full in my two holes!” Baekhyun approves of your begging and lets you wrap your lips around him. You’ve never been this turned on and the fact that you’re doing this with two of your most favorite person on Earth makes you so happy and satisfied. 

Baekhyun’s balls are slapping against your chin just like Chanyeol’s is slapping against your ass. You’re not even doing the work anymore because you know they’re taking full advantage of your body and you don’t mind it a single bit. “Sir, I’m going to come!” You announce to Chanyeol. Chanyeol pushes you up and you get off of him. You sulk because you were so close.

“Come on. Surely we wouldn’t let you come so easily, slut. You’ve got a night ahead of you.” 

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   SPANKING OR SCRATCHING?

                 Honestly, in pretty much every verse, June has pretty much no actual experience getting spanked - in pretty much any fashion, probably more so in her model verse than anything bc she is kind of all over the place in terms of sexual proclivities there but.  Main verse, she was never really rebellious or ever did anything requiring ‘spanking’ as a child, she might have been slapped once or twice in arguments with her mother but really, she kinda skipped all over that whole childhood physical violence / punishment thing so.  It doesn’t have any particular connotations or memories, good or bad.  She wouldn’t necessarily be against it, she doesn’t mind pain in her play but.  She’s definitely, instinctively way more inclined to scratch and dig at her partners and unless they complain about it / tell her they don’t like it before hand or whatever, shoulders and backs and hips are always gonna have some degree of war wound from her nails.  She keeps them short generally, but she has a lot of strength in her fingers and hands from all of her work and physical activity which includes hanging from cliffs by her fingertips so – she has a pretty powerful grip and has left some pretty impressive furrows on her partners that can take it.  She also definitely has a tendency to want someone who can equal her fervor / passion in a fling or relationship so if there’s not a spark / compatibility in the bedroom, it’s probably not going to result in a second go round / second date / etc.  She’s going to want someone who’s a challenge / who can challenge her / who isn’t going to just be a passive partner / who is invested and wants to be there w/ her, who can match her physicality if nothing else.

VIDEO CALL MASTURBATION OR SEXY SELFIES?

          Between these two, as much as she does love sending semi-clad or entirely nude pics to tease her partner with …. she travels a lot and spends a lot of time out of the country and away from her partners.  If she’s actually involved with someone when she has to leave on a dig, or, if for some reason they’re apart for a night and the mood strikes, she definitely favors video call sexy time.  She is pretty adept at dirty talk, to whatever level her partner is comfortable with (even if it’s an area I feel I struggle with as a writer) but even if it’s not very verbal and just visual appreciation and whatever sounds happen to occur, she is all about finding ways to get herself off and enjoy watching her partner at the same time.  

BLOOD PLAY OR BREATH PLAY?

           While June isn’t adverse to knife play / blood play …. she definitely has a thing for breath play.  Collars, chokers, hands, belts, ties…. whatever.  She’s not picky. She enjoys either end of things, but, it’s definitely one of her more sub like preferences; wrap your hand around her throat and she’ll melt.   This especially proves true during the time she’s possessed by Enchantress and her body becomes more durable / able to tolerate a lot more damage / trauma without risk of lasting damage.

 VOYEUR OR EXHIBITIONIST?

  While the degrees to VOYEUR or EXHIBITIONIST may shift somewhat from verse to verse, it’s a pretty solid lean to exhibitionist behaviours every time.  This is definitely way more prevalent in her model verse, where she does nude modeling as well as fashion etc. but she always has a penchant for risky and public behaviour that manifests especially in sexual activities whether it’s just heavy make out sessions and heavy petting or full on getting fingered beneath a table at a diner or full on banging in the bathroom of a restaurant or bar or – wherever.   This is something that she does tend to keep a lid on in her main verse(s) especially with her academic reputation and facing the double edged standards of sexuality between men and women, especially in such a strongly male dominated field but…  honestly, if she’s worked up enough, or if she’s had too much to drink (or on those rare occasions in main verses that she indulges in other chemical influences) it’s a preference that makes itself known if she has a partner that will indulge her.

 EDGING OR MULTIPLE ROUNDS?

Uggggggh this one is so difficult to answer.  I guess….. if she had to choose just one, she’d choose multiple rounds.  Being built up and falling back over and over makes each rise so much more poignant and intense but it does tend to make each ‘portion’ of the fun get shorter and shorter while multiple rounds tends to make each round last longer, allowing her to explore and learn more about her partner and what makes them twitch and lets them experience more variety usually than edging and she does enjoy experimenting and trying different positions and different elements and finding different pressure points and sensitive areas / vice versa, especially in instances where it’s more likely to be a one time scenario / hook up. She wants to get as much out of the situation as she can.

LAUGHING AND SILLINESS DURING SEX OR INTENSITY AND POWER STRUGGLE DURING SEX? MORNING SEX OR EVENING SEX?

LAUGHING VS POWER STRUGGLE.

           Why would you be so mean as to make her choose?  Okay but, in all seriousness, she can’t really just pick one for a blanket answer.  This is very situational and even that is difficult for me to define because I wanted to say, the more emotionally attached she is with someone, the less the power struggle element comes into play and the more she’s okay with / wants the laughing and silliness and playing and teasing and warmth but that’s not entirely true either because some of the most intense power struggle / power play / back and forth and all of the intimacy that can come with that when you really, really care about and really know what makes them tick and how to make them melt happens when you’re extremely invested into a relationship with someone.  And sometimes light and easy and laughing and just goofing off happens with a random one night stand or someone that’s been a friend that just turns into a random w/ benefits scenario.   It’s probably situational in the broadest sense possible in terms of the mood of the relationship at any given moment before it leads up to sex at that particular moment.  

             SORRY I CAN’T REALLY DO A SOLID one or the other on this one….  I mean.  If she really, really, really had to choose just one for the rest of all eternity, she’d probably choose laughter and silliness because that speaks to a connection between heart and soul and mind and not just physical but.  She’d have to be really really really hard pressed to have to make that final call for forever with someone because both sides of that coin can be so important in a real, long term relationship with someone.

MORNING OR EVENING SEX.

         Mmmmm another toughie but prrroooooobably evening if she’s looking at things practically speaking because almost every morning she’s getting up and dealing with her morning routine and is either off to the dig site or to the museum or to the university or has somewhere she has to be that keeps her from being able to devote full attention to her lover.  She really does have a weakness for late mornings when she can sleep in and wake up to attention from her lover though, so if it’s just a matter of preference, she’s a huge fan of waking up to physical affection and smooches.

FACE TO FACE OR FROM BEHIND?

         This is such a difficult choice because she definitely enjoys experimenting with different positions, reverse cowgirl & doggie style to name a couple are some faves that deal with from behind but if she had to make a choice she’d probably settle for any of the myriad of positions that end up face to face with her partner.  She does have a particular fondness for watching facial expressions and seeing someone when they’re losing control and / or fighting to keep it and seeing all the little bits and pieces of them as they come undone is … a fave.

PHONE SEX OR SEXTING?

           Hmmmmmmm another hard choice to make but if she had to choose she’d settle on sexting because it can be done in a lot more places than phone sex (okay so phone sex can technically be done anywhere if you’re brave enough but she does have a certain sense of decorum and professionalism she tries to maintain in most situations) and … again it goes back to, especially if she’s in the room with her partner, but really, just knowing it’s happening is win … the amount of control that the other person has to exert to maintain their cool while she’s tormenting them …. (I’m sensing a trend).

SUBMISSIVE OR DOMINANT?

            In general this is very, very much a tossup depending on the day, her mood, her partner, the situation …. but in general she would probably be classified more dominant than submissive.  She loves to take control, even if it isn’t in an overt way.  She’d very much be a power bottom, she challenges everyone, she’s all about testing limits (though she’d never want to push someone past an actual hard line) and finding new ways to thrill her partner.  She has zero qualms handing over the reins and letting her partner take charge but she’s definitely all about shaking things up, all about the unexpected.  But yeah.  She’s definitely got more of a dominant vibe, most times.   (Note:  some verses this may vary; in her default Suicide Squad verse she’s definitely got trust issues but if someone can get her to the point where they opt to take control and she lets them, it’s very much a relief sometimes to just let it all go and not have to make the decisions and not have to think and not have to do anything but focus on the pleasure of herself and her partner.  In AC, she’s definitely submissive as a default.)

WHIPS OR CHAINS?

          Sticks and stones may break my bones, but whips and chains excite me.  Why can’t it be both?  Unfair.  If she had to choose just one she’d go with whips.  There are other methods of keeping herself or her partner tied down but there is a particular thrill that comes with the teasing touch of a whip or the little electric stings of pain that comes with being whipped that just can’t be replaced.

HANDCUFFS OR SHIBARI?

              This is all a matter of time and place.  There is something truly thrilling and erotic about the time and patience and skill that goes into shibari, a knowledge of anatomy and the art itself, it’s a thin line between just the right amount of tension and discomfort and potentially causing serious damage.  And it does definitely have a long, slow build up of tension and desire.  She would definitely love to find someone that could indulge her, there’s something particularly enticing about being entirely at someone else’s mercy, but it’s hard to find the right person in terms of skill, knowledge, trust levels.  Sooooooo, in terms of practicality alone, she’d opt for handcuffs… but secretly, the answer is shibari.

EDGING OR MULTIPLE ROUNDS?

             Choices, choices !!!! Why can’t she live in a world where she gets everything she wants, come on …   In all seriousness though…. personally, she loves the ebb and pull of being drawn to the edge and left teetering, and the ebb back down during whatever time in between the next almost is exhilarating and exhausting and it just heightens everything in between build ups.  Everything is more sensitive, everything just feels more enticing and extreme.  And when she finally gets that moment of release it’s just so intense, and yeah.  If she’s got a partner who has the self control and stamina to keep her on a roller coaster of sensation (especially if they drag it out over multiple sessions throughout the day?) mmmmhm.  She’s a happy camper.

VANILLA OR KINKY?

      While June doesn’t mind if her partners are more vanilla in their preferences, she’s definitely more on the kinky side.  She likes to try new things, test her limits, see what she enjoys and what she doesn’t.  She’s traveled and had the opportunity to experience different positions and techniques and different interests - different places consider different things taboo and some things that might be more taboo in the US are considered standard fare, per se, in other countries so.  She’s all about experimenting.

LENGTHY COCKS OR GIRTHY COCKS?

        She’s not generally overly concerned about size… there are more than one ways to cross the finish line…. But, if she had to choose she’d probably choose girth because of just the sensation of being, uh, filled.  Is nice.  But honestly, in the end, it really does come down to knowing how to use what you’ve got.  

ASS OR CHESTS?

         While a nice ass does provide good hand holds … she’s a chest girl mostly? Guys or girls.  She likes tracing lines and curves with her hands or her mouth, and little nips and licks and teasing kisses along her partner’s chest is just delightful.  

THIGHS OR ARMS?

         Unf this one is hard because it really depends on what for.  She does love a good, strong arm that can pin her down, or haul her around buuuuuuuut, a good sturdy set of thighs can support her for some fun play and biting and kissing at the inside of thighs can make even the most stoic of people melt so, if she had to pick, probably thighs.

STRAP ON OR DOUBLE SIDED DILDO?

          As much as she likes the idea of the double sided dildo, in practical terms, they just aren’t normally practical or actually usually rigid enough or designed to really stay in place long enough to get the job done.  She’ll stick with a strap on for giving, maybe with an egg vibrator or something for her if she really feels like it, or just wait to get off after she’s gotten her partner off and vice versa.  

 { MODEL } PUBLIC EDGING OR FILMING IN THE BEDROOM?

                       Mmmmmmmm, even though she really, really shouldn’t given her father’s constant vigilance / insistence on her behaving and staying out of the tabloids and out of the public eye in any way that might reflect badly on him if their connection came out (or maybe because of it let’s be real) and even though she really, really shouldn’t really, really like it when it’s with a certain NYPD detective….. she really, REALLY likes anything to do with public displays of affection especially when they border into the full on sexual.  Fingering her, grinding on her, using vibrators / vibrating panties w/ remotes or plugs or dirty talk or whatever to keep her turned on and on edge and not letting her actually get off so that it just gets worse and worse and she just slowly dissolves until she’s whining and giving little looks and begging for you to drag her somewhere and fuck her brains out is – honestly – pretty much one of her number one kinks of all time.  And, if she’s drunk or high on top of it, especially on anything that heightens sensations?  She’ll do pretty much anything you want to finally be able to get off….  

[thesecondcircleofkel]

NSFW Alphabet, Sero: A-Z

Reposting all of these together for convenience and to save space. Alphabet requests are still open, but remember, I don't accept requests to do the entire alphabet for someone all at once. You have to stick to the guidelines of 1 character per ask, and 5 letters per ask, and once I finish the alphabet for a character with requests like that, I will repost it all together.

A: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

I hope you’re ready for cuddles and goofy pillow talk, because that’s what you’re going to get with Sero. He likes for the two of you to be laying beside each other face-to-face, and he’ll wrap you up in his arms and pull you as close to himself as he can. There will be nothing but giggles coming from the two of you for quite a while after sex, but once he’s had his fill of that, he’ll get you or help you out with whatever need.

B: Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I know this is kind of me going after some low-hanging fruit, but yeah, he likes his elbows. That’s where his Quirk is located, and they let him become a hero, so he’s become quite proud of them over the years. But more so than that, he likes the shape of his body. He’s has a very lithe figure, and he’s gotten quite a few compliments over it, which were all great boosts to his confidence.

On his partner, he loves their face. He loves seeing all of your expressions, especially your smile. During sex, he will definitely keep his eyes glued to your face as you orgasm, and you bet your ass he’s going to want to cum on your face (unless you don’t want him to, because he’s a gentleman like that).

C: Cum (Anything to do with cum)  

He prefers to cum inside of you for the intimacy of it, but if you want him to pull out, he’ll gladly cum on your lower belly. His cum has a pretty mild taste and a moderate consistency, so it won’t be hard to swallow if that’s the path you choose to go down when giving him a blowjob. He personally doesn’t have a preference over whether you spit or swallow, since he’s just grateful for the blowjob.

D: Dirty Secret

I think it’s a pretty widely accepted headcanon that Sero uses his tape to tie his partner up and to make sex swings, and you’ll notice the first time he uses his tape during sex with you that those swings are just a little too perfect and that the tape he uses to bind you is placed perfectly for your comfort. You could just chalk that up to him having put a lot of thought into it, but you’d be wrong. It’s all perfect because he practices using his tape for sex while he’s home alone, but not all of the practice sessions have gone…successfully. If you paid enough attention to his groin at one point in time, you’d have noticed that quite a big section of his pubes was missing. There was a very unfortunate slip of hand on his part, and let’s just say that his tape was very resistant to the water that he poured on it to try to make it come off gently. He started shaving all of his pubic hair off after that.

E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) 

He’s only had 1 or 2 sexual partners, but he learned everything that he could during those experiences, so he knows what he’s doing. He’s also not shy about looking things up online if he’s got questions, and if he can’t find his answers there, then he won’t be shy about asking you for answers, either.

F: Favorite Position

Gemini, Eagle, and Watering Can (where the hell do they come up with these names?). All of these positions give him a great view of your face, and he’s particular fond of Eagle because of how deeply it lets him penetrate you. Watering Can (I will never get over this name) is one of his favorites because he thinks it’s very intimate, and he loves that he can hold you while you lay on top of him.

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

He is definitely more goofy during the act. Giggly sex is very common between the two of you, and you’ll both be giggly afterwards, too. In Sero’s mind, if you didn’t laugh at least once during sex, then you didn’t have fun, and that is unacceptable in his mind.

H: Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

For reasons stated in the D section, he’s completely bare below the belt, but if the carpet was there, then it would definitely match the drapes (it’d probably be a little on the thick side, too).

I: Intimate (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Sex with Sero is super intimate. He’ll be smiling throughout the session, and when that’s paired with the adoring look in his eyes as he gazes at you, there won’t be room for you to question his feelings for you. His love for you is very obvious during sex, and, as if his expression wasn’t enough to convey that, he’ll also hold you as much as he can and give you kisses that are so passionate that they’ll make you feel like you’re going to melt.

J: Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) 

How often he does it is completely dependent on how regularly you have sex. If you’re having sex with him pretty regularly, then he won’t jack off at all, preferring to save all of his energy for you. If for some reason the two of you can’t have sex regularly (or if your sex drive isn’t that high), then he’ll get off around 3-4 times a week.

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks)  

Quirk Play. He loves using his tape to tie you up (so he’s into Bondage, as well), and he’s mastered the art of creating sex swings with his tape.

Food play. He loves to lick whipped cream and other various sweet sauces (chocolate, caramel) off of your body, and he’ll be sure to kiss you plenty afterwards so you can taste the sweetness of whatever it was that he licked off of you. Feel free to do the same thing for him.

Phone sex, particularly while he’s finishing up his work for the day at his Hero Agency. It’s great motivation for him to finish his work faster, and he will absolutely ravage you when he gets home afterwards.

L: Location (Favorite places to do the do)

He likes to keep things pretty safe and chill, so he’s good to throw down anywhere at home. He has a particular fondness for the bedroom since that’s usually where he gets to tie you up with his Quirk, but he also likes it when you ride him while he’s sitting on the couch.

M: Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Praise him for his hero work. He likes hearing that he’s doing a good job, and hearing that coming from you really strikes a chord with him. He will be very persistent in asking you if you’d like to give him a ‘reward’ for his efforts.

Honestly, he’s bound to get turned on by just cuddling with you for an extended amount of time. Having your body against his really puts him at ease, and when he’s at ease, his libido starts working on its own accord.

He’s really into sexting, especially if you start early in the day and he has to wait a few hours before he can have you. He’s also got a kink for phone sex, so if your sexting leads to a round of that, he certainly won’t complain.

N: No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’s not into any sort of Pain Play. For him, sex is all about intimacy and bringing each other pleasure, and pain just doesn’t fit into that equation. For that same reason, he isn’t into Degradation, either.

O: Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)  

He’s usually not much of a tease, but he always likes to mess with you just a little bit when he goes down on you. He likes to kiss around your body before he makes his way between your legs, and right when you think he’s about to give you what you want, he’ll quickly pull away and kiss your inner thigh, all while wearing that cheeky grin of his. He’ll give you oral after that, though, and he’s got a pretty solid technique for it that will ensure that you cum. He’s also very fond of you going down on him; he doesn’t have a preference over one or the other, but your lips feel heavenly around his cock and he will never turn down a blowjob from you.

P: Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

His pace is typically more moderate and playful, if you will. He’ll speed up and go harder if you want him to, but he won’t do it to such an extent that things start getting too intense.

Q: Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)  

He’s all about having quickies with you. His main requirement for sex is that it should be intimate and fun, and he definitely knows how to have fun when it comes to quickies. He’s pretty good at making them intimate, as well, regardless of how short they may be. He’ll have you giggling and cumming in no time flat, and you’ll both be satisfied until you can make it to your next round of proper sex.

R: Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)  

He loves experimenting, and he’s down to try anything at least once. When it comes to taking risks, though, he’d rather just play it safe and keep everything behind closed doors. He doesn’t want the headache of trying to explain his sex life to the public if he ever got caught having sex somewhere he shouldn’t have.

S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last, etc.)

He’s got pretty decent stamina. He can go for about 2-3 rounds, but the latter rounds will be shorter than the first. He’s pretty keen on foreplay, so the first round will at least be around 30 minutes, with the others varying depending on how tired he got with the first.

T: Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He’s really into using toys on you while he’s got you tied up. He’s really into you using toys on him, as well. He just plainly really likes toys, and the two of you will occasionally have dates that are purely made up of the two of you either going to a sex store or shopping online to pick out new toys to use in the bedroom.

U: Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He likes to tease you on occasion, but it’s always light-hearted and it doesn’t last for very long. He’ll pretty much stop teasing you as soon as you ask him to, and his signature grin will be plastered to his face as he gives you a playful apology. He does love it when you tease him, though, and he’s happy to let you tease him for as long as you want.

V: Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s pretty quiet, and whenever he’s not giggling along with you or telling you how amazing you are and how much he loves you, he usually lets out a few short moans. His moans will get a little longer and louder once he’s getting ready to cum, but they still won’t be all that loud.

W: Wild Card (Random headcanon)

He has put a lot of thought into making a sex tape with you. He hasn’t brought it up to you yet, but he has the whole thing planned out, and it’s really going to showcase one of the sex swings that he’s put so much effort into creating.

X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)  

Average girth, but above average length (around 6 ¼ - 6 ½ inches when hard). It actually has a bit of a downward curve to it, and it’s pretty smooth with only 2 or 3 light veins running down his shaft.

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He likes to have sex with you at least 3-4 times a week, but he’s a happy camper if you want to go for more than that. He’s also cool with it if you don’t want to have sex that much; he’ll just masturbate when he has to and he’ll make the times that you do want to have sex really special to make up for it.

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends on when you have sex. For the most part, he won’t fall asleep right after since he prefers to have some cuddles and pillow talk with you before doing anything else, but if you have sex close to the time that he’d normally fall asleep, then he’ll call it a night soon afterwards. If you have sex at any other time during the day, then he won’t be sleepy at all and he’ll carry about his normal business.