#sorry if this is messy I just woke up lmao

[chiimeramanticore]

waow

[fallin2pieces]

let's get in the back of your cop car, officer (charlie swan x coquette!reader)

heavily inspired by playing dangerous by lana del rey <33

cw: MDNI age gap (reader is a freshman in college and charlie is in his 40s), dubcon, p in v, dry humping, blowjob, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it..), cunnilingus, choking

authors note: this is my first ever fic! also sorry for the inconsistencies, english isn't my first language :( also lmao this was supposed to be a blurb but i got carried away 😭

- your parents were away for a business trip which left you home alone during break. you always had the nasty habit of smoking, and being home alone it was an opportunity to smoke inside your house.

- as you were cooking dinner, you were smoking in your kitchen, using your stove top to light a cigarette.

- you lazily dragged the cigarette across your lips, inhaling the smoke as you sat on your kitchen countertop.

- as the night progressed, you washed the dishes and got ready for bed

- little did you know, you've accidentally left the stove on.

- 4:38am. “fuck.” you woke up disheveled in your pink silky night gown, coughing as smoke covered your walls, filling your lungs.

- crying as you run down your stairs, you’ve realized what you’ve done.

- shakily, you reach for the family phone by your paisley printed couch and started to dial the police department as guilt engulfs you.

- “forks police department!” an older man on the other side of the phone responds. you knew it was wrong. you knew it was insensitive. maybe you were just a girl but something about the rasp and the timbre in the policeman’s voice made your insides turn.

- later on, you were sitting on your porch, the cold washington rain dampening the steps you sit on, your hair wet, lips and eyes puffy as you cry from guilt.

- a car pulls up in your driveway as a tall dark figure approaches you

- “ma'am you called, are you okay?” the same hoarse voice from the phone asks.

- you just start sobbing. you were guilty. you’ve already damaged your parents’ house.

- as the older man approaches you, he sits down at the porch with you to comfort you.

- as he sits down the smell of cigarettes and cheap perfume engulfs your senses.

- you look up at the police officer, he was even more attractive (and mature) than you imagined.

- this is wrong. you thought this isn’t the right situation to whore around.

- “i-i didn’t mean to do that officer..” you croak out, you started sobbing and he puts his arm around you

- “my name is chief swan. would you wanna sit in the car as i question you?” he asks.

- you nod rapidly as you got up and walked towards the backseat of the car. "this is the right opportunity" your mind lingered.

- “so what caused the fire?” his voice reverberating inside the empty police car as he closes the car door.

- you admit what you’ve done, stuttering and stuttering through tears.

- he just looks at you "oh poor you so alone and fragile." he thought after all you were just a girl and you didn’t mean any of this

- “officer is there anyway that you wouldn’t press charges?” you looked at him with hungry and intent eyes.

- you felt pretty bare right now. in your light pink nighties. the way he was taller, bigger and had more authority than you do… oh you felt so weak, like a bunny waiting for its predator to attack.

- as messed up as it sounds, this made you feel very warm and fuzzy, his presence made you warm and fuzzy. the way his mustache sits on his face and how his messy brown hair stands up, he looks a little sleep deprived and tired, probably from his police job. he’s just a little older than your parents. just perfect, you thought to yourself.

- you’ve never been attracted to a man his age but something about him being an authority figure made you insides turn in excitement, which made you yearn for more.

- “please officer..” you plead as you get on your knees, very intent to seduce the older man.

- he groans at the sight of you. “no no, sweetie we can’t-” he breathes out as he adjusts himself to try to hide the obvious tent in his pants.

- “officer i’ll be good i promise… just don’t press any charges on me…” you mumbled. it’s working you thought as your manicured hands fumble with his silver belt buckle

- “oh my sweet sweet girl.” he groans as he cups your sweet face as his thumb plays with your pink plush lips as he inserts his digits in your mouth making you moan around his fingers.

- “i shouldn’t be doing this.” charlie thought to himself

- you adjust yourself from kneeling, the roughness of the police car’s floormat bruising and ever so slightly scraping your delicate knees

- you use your teeth to unzip his pants as your eyes never leaved his, his hands cupping your face as he tucks your hair away.

- as you palm him through his boxers, wetness pools in your floral underwear.

- eager for some friction, you decided to use your fingers to press on your clothed cunt.

- as you fumble on his waistband, his cock still soft you whimper at the sight of his size.

- oh poor man.. you thought he was probably so pent up, no one probably took care of his sexual needs :(

- you start kissing on his cock sweetly as you look up at him..

- oh the way he stares down at you makes you feel inferior, you moan at the thought.

- slowly, you put his cock in your mouth.

- starting slow… going deeper and deeper you grow desperate for pleasure of your own

- he groans at the sight of you… so cockdrunk.. so needy for him.. it’s been years since someone wanted him this bad.

- “you’re such a good girl for me.” charlie manages to groan out, he holds you by your throat forcing you to look up

- picking up the pace, you moan and gag around his length sending him over the edge.

- he notices you yearn for attention down there :( so he signals you to stop and he instructs you to straddle him.

- with his cock out, you straddle him, kissing him hungrily as your clothed cunt pressed against his bare girth.

- as you took in his tongue, the taste of gas station coffee and cigarettes intertwined with your saliva.

- he eventually starts creeping his calloused hands to your ass, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh as he rides your nightie up making you whimper and soften into his touch.

- as he finds his rough hands up and down your body, he fondles with your breasts, nipples erect from the cold washington breeze, the straps of your nightgown falling to the side as he takes your tits out to look at them.

- oh they were so perky and so soft. he made his way down with his mouth, lapping at your soft skin, eventually finding his tongue wrapped around your sensitive nipple.

- you throw your head back moaning at the pleasure he gave you, rocking back and forth slowly finding some friction as your baby pink painted nails dug crescents into his shoulder.

- he reaches down, to lift the skirt of your nightie, reaching down to your panty clad cunt, taking his thumb and firmly tracing circles on your clit.

- you elicit a moan and collapse into him, his big strong arms supporting you as you reach your high.

- suddenly you felt brave, you pull your panties to the side and you sink down to him.

- “n-no sweetie we can’t-” he whimpers out as you lower into him, as he throws his head back.

- “please officer let me be good.. let me be a good girl..” you cry out in desperation for some relief.

- you just sat there, letting your tight cunt adjust around his big cock your as he wraps his big strong arms around you.

- “baby.. your cunt is so tight.. fuck—” he pants out while looking at your beautiful face.

- you weren’t that experienced per se… only being a freshman in college, having one night stands with guys your age that you barely even know who treat you with only lust no love, but with chief swan, it felt intimate and romantic. the way he holds you and kisses you made you melt into his arms. it made you feel like you were cared for.

- slowly but surely you went up and down, savoring his length, you’ve never had someone this.. big and girthy (and mature).

- charlie being on the older side, didn’t have enough stamina, so you were using him like a dildo over bouncing up and down his cock as you looked at how his face was painted with pleasure.

- he looks at you with so much lust and love in his eyes, he haven’t had someone take care of him like this for years.

- he pressed his calloused thumb on your clit rubbing circles making you see stars.

- this was the most pleasure you’ve received from a man.

- “such a good girl for me, taking my cock like this, don’t worry i won’t give you charges princess, no one has to know. ” he looks at you firmly.

- you shake uncontrollably. poor girl can’t take all that cock inside of her :(

- you were making his pants all wet from your juices, all the mixed sensations of him nipping at your soft skin, his thumb pressed to your clit and his cock in you was enough to send you over the edge.

- “fuckfuckfuck-” you whimper out as you come undone on him, your cunt fluttering around his fat cock.

- “you’re doing so good for me.” he says as he carries your waist up as he thrusts inside you and spills his cum inside of you.

- he quickly pulls out, pushing you to lay down on the car seat.

- chief swan got on his knees, pulls you panties to the side and started lapping at your freshly fucked cunt, his mustache tickling your clit as his mouth worked on you.

- you squeezed your legs together, pinning his head steady between your legs as he overstimulated you, as you squirm and pull on his hair.

- he suddenly knelt up, slapping his cock on your clothed cunt, rubbing it up and down your slit.

- your eyes roll back so far back it felt like you could see the back of your skull.

- “officer please-” you moaned out, chest heaving. everything about him was intoxicating. you fucking in a police car only added to the thrill, the scent of sex and his cheap cologne filled your lungs.

- “please what? use your words sweetheart.” he said between groans, as he held your chin with one hand so you could make eye contact with him.

- his thrusts became more erratic and his hips stuttered.

- “please cum on my face officer..” you said embarrassed. you couldn’t believe this filth was coming out your mouth.

- he knelt up, rapidly stroking his length as his seed painted your delicate face.

- meeting chief swan was definitely an experience.

happy father’s day to all my dilfs out there

[gyubakeries]

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 | j.ww

a/n: so ! don't question where this came from LMAO. serena ( @gotta-winwin ) please accept this as an apology for the wonwoo angst u read before this and the one you will read afterwards. i love you i promise 💗 also this is just really badly written smut i apologise i just went with the vibes. shoutout to june ( @junkissed ) for helping me find pics for the banner!

word count: 1.6k contents: NSFW content , wonwoo x afab!reader , established relationship , morning cuddles , nsfw warnings below the cut!

nsfw warnings: mdni! 18+ , unprotected sex , thigh riding , breast play , creampie , cockwarming , nicknames (f. princess, baby)

one thing you can say about yourself is that you are a morning person. you’ve always enjoyed waking up to see the first rays of light streaking across the dark sky. the sounds of birds chirping, the cool breeze, and the soft glow of the sun in the early hours of the dawn always manages to put you in a good mood for the rest of the day.

you can’t say the same about your boyfriend.

wonwoo, a self-declared ‘anti-morning person,’ is the complete opposite. he sleeps at an ungodly hour of the night and doesn’t leave bed till noon. thankfully, his work schedule allows him the leeway to sleep in that late, or else he'd be having some serious issues with his boss.

so, here lies the issue.

it’s 6:15 in the morning. the sun is barely out, but you’re already awake. it wasn’t your alarm that woke you up, but the restless feeling in your stomach. at first, you woke up thinking that maybe last night’s ramen didn’t digest well, but when you turned to look at your boyfriend sleeping next to you, hair messy and torso bare, you recognized the feeling in your stomach all too well.

you’re horny. at 6:15 in the morning. the sun is barely out.

“what the fuck,” you mutter to yourself, trying to close your eyes and force your brain to shut down, but it seems like all the energy in your body has been diverted to your core. 

the visual of wonwoo in front of you doesn’t do too much to help your situation. neither does his morning wood, which is currently pressed against your hip.

“fuck me,” you whisper to yourself, lamenting this stupid situation you’ve gotten yourself into, when you get the scare of your life.

“this early in the morning?” a groggy voice chuckles, and it takes you a few moments to realize that it was wonwoo speaking.

wait, wonwoo?

“how are you awake this early?” you gasp, mortified that your boyfriend has woken up six hours too early and heard you spiraling into a horny mess.

“i was asleep, but i woke up because i could feel how needy you’re being now,” wonwoo explains, voice still raspy from just waking up.

you’re about to argue and tell wonwoo that it’s his arousal that you can feel very clearly, but wonwoo seems to predict your next move, because he decides to throw you off with his next words.

“you’re dripping with need, baby,” he mutters. “you’ve soaked through your panties. i could feel it on my leg.”

you belatedly realize that at some point during the night, wonwoo’s thigh got wedged between both your legs, which explains how your arousal seeped into his sweatpants, leaving a dark patch on the grey fabric.

“oh god,” you wince, embarrassment coloring your cheeks red. “wonwoo, i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean for that to happen. you can go back to sleep, yeah? i’ll take care of it-”

“why do it yourself when you have me?” wonwoo cuts you off. “you really think your own fingers are enough to make you cum?”

you know that wonwoo already knows the answer to that question. ever since you started dating wonwoo four years ago, you’ve been unable to give yourself an orgasm with just your own fingers or toys. only wonwoo’s touch helps you reach that climax, and he often calls you his ‘spoiled princess’ for it.

“no,” you mutter. “need your help, wons.”

“i’ve got you, baby,” wonwoo smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead before grabbing your hips and pulling your body closer, his thigh still wedged between your legs.

“i want you to ride my thigh first,” wonwoo whispers in your ear, his hands slowly guiding your hips in a back and forth motion. “i want you to show me just how desperate you are for me. can you do that, love?”

you nod immediately. the friction that his muscled thigh is creating against your clit has already rendered you speechless, and soon, you’re rocking your hips against wonwoo’s thigh without his hands needing to guide you. you bring your hands up to clutch at his shoulders as you quicken the pace, chasing your release.

wonwoo helps by slipping his cold hands under your shirt, gently squeezing your breasts. the action makes you moan, and you arch your chest into his touch. “more, wonwoo, please,” you request, your voice strangled with pleasure.

“i’ve got you, baby,” wonwoo complies. he’s quick in tugging your shirt off all together, groaning slightly as he gets a full view of your bare chest. one hand goes to the back of your neck to pull you into a dizzying kiss, while the other massages your breast, squeezing harshly than before. he tugs and pinches at your nipples too, making you whine into his mouth.

“wons, it’s not enough,” you cry against his lips. “need your cock in me, please.”

and who is he to refuse you?

“turn over to your other side for me, princess,” wonwoo says, his voice deep and raspy. with the way the bulge in his sweatpants has grown bigger, you can tell he’s just as affected as you are. while wonwoo is taking his sweatpants off, you quickly flip onto your other side, your back coming in contact with wonwoo’s chest.

it’s like your usual spooning position, except for wonwoo lifting your leg and hooking it around his hip. the feeling of his tip nudging against your aching core is enough to make you go crazy, and you rut your hips onto his length, craving for more.

“aren’t you impatient today?” wonwoo chuckles into your ear. one hand is splayed across your abdomen, while the other nudges the fabric of your ruined panties to the side to finally slide his cock into you. as he slowly fills you up completely, the both of you let out similar groans of pleasure.

“fuck, feel so full,” you gasp. “wonwoo, move now, please. i can take it.”

wonwoo doesn’t need much more of a signal to start finally thrusting into you. you know that he’s just as desperate for release as you are because of the relentless pace he’s picked. you feel the breath get knocked out of your lungs as wonwoo snaps his hips into in fast and hard movements.

“you’re so tight around me, princess,” wonwoo rasps, his hand moving from your stomach to your breast, cupping and kneading the soft flesh. “can you feel how tight you’re clenching around me right now?”

“‘m close, so close,” you pant. “faster, wons, please.” you don’t pay any mind to how desperate your pleading sounds, not when all rational thoughts have completely left your mind with how good wonwoo is fucking into you as he leaves bruises on your neck and shoulder with his teeth.

the pressure in your core is rising rapidly, and somewhere between wonwoo’s fingers rubbing at your clit and his cock hitting your most sensitive spot, your climax hits you out of nowhere. you feel your walls gripping onto him as you’re finally pushed off the edge. wonwoo’s release follows soon after, his cum painting your insides white.

when you’ve both caught your breath, wonwoo releases the hold he has on your leg, and you wince at the soreness in your lower back. his hands go back to being wrapped around your waist, and he nuzzles his cold nose into the back of your neck, the action lodging him deeper inside you.

“do you wanna go shower now?” wonwoo whispers, and you shake your head.

“can we stay like this for a while?” you ask, basking in wonwoo’s warmth. “it feels really nice like this.”

“don’t have to tell me twice,” wonwoo agrees with no hesitation, and you laugh. in retaliation, he playfully pinches your hip. “hey, you were the one who woke me up six hours before i actually wake up.”

“at least this way you’ll see the sunrise for once,” you bite back, and wonwoo looks outside the window, his face lighting up when he sees the streaks of orange in the sky.

“it’s really pretty,” he admits, and you rest your hands on top of his, loosely lacing your fingers together. “but i’m still really sleepy. can i go back to sleeping now? you kinda interrupted my really awesome dream.”

you can’t help but snort at how groggy his voice sounds from the lack of sleep. “what was the dream about? one of your video games?”

even though you’re not facing him now, you can tell he’s smiling from the way his lips press into your skin. “nope, i was having an epic dream in which you and i save the world from jelly monsters.”

“that’s too bizarre for me to even analyze,” you sigh. “just go back to sleep, baby. i’ll wake you up in a bit.”

just as you make a move to slowly slip out of bed, wonwoo’s arms around you tighten. “no,” he mutters, now sounding even sleepier. “sleep in today, i know you don’t have any work.”

“just say you need your personal heater next to you,” you roll your eyes affectionately but don’t protest any further. you snuggle back into wonwoo’s chest, and the comfortable heat the closeness of your bodies brings you is enough to lull you back to sleep.

wonwoo stays awake for a little longer, memorizing how the emerging sun slowly covers you with its golden glow.

as he falls asleep, he finds that he wasn’t too upset about being woken up early in the morning, because mornings are the best when they’re spent with you.

fill this form to be added to the taglist <3

head to the masterlist for more!

taglist: @min-imum @sousydive @livelaughloveseventeen @unlikelysublimekyrptonite @theidontknowmehn

@wonuwrites @hearts4hee @t-102 @grapejuicelh @aaa-sia

@cixrosie @baseball-dokyeom @4shypotato @rafayellegalwife @gyuhao365

@heechwe @flickhurstyles @cvixmei @valvoria @moonyxhcbi

[lovegalor333]

lord please save her for me

paige bueckers x fem oc

story info • chapter one

hi bbys! thank you for the love on chapter one, part of me wishes i never started this lmao maybe its my ocd but i hate it already but im gonna keep going but i think ill just stick to one shots once im finished with this 🤓

chapter two:

this is why leni didn’t drink often. the pounding head, dry throat, intense nausea and violent shakes were not worth it. the girl had decided that her day was going to consist of rotting on the couch. she was already wrapped in her fluffiest blanket and had netflix playing in the background. riley had left a few moments ago to go to work and leni was glad of it. she felt guilty about kissing paige last night but not guilty enough to stop fantasising about it.

paige clouded her dreams last night. coming to leni in her sleep like some sort of devine sign. she dreamed of what life was like before when paige was a constant in her life. she woke up in bed alone and cold and questioning everything.

it took leni a long time to even look at another girl after paige. but when riley asked her to go for coffee one day all leni could see was her blonde hair and light eyes. if she couldn’t have paige, she would settle for riley and that’s what she did. riley was a nice girl and treated leni well but she would never be paige and deep down, leni knew that all she was doing was filling a void.

there was short knock at lenis apartment door and she considered not answering it because she was too comfortable but she imagined it would be riley, having forgotten something or the other. wrapping the blanket around herself like a cape, she trudged to the front door and opened it without looking through the peep hole.

“paige?” leni was caught off guard seeing the basketball player at her door. hair tied into a low messy bun, grey beanie pulled over her head. she was wearing what paige always wore, sweats and a uconn huskies tee. the silver cross chain that leni was oh so familiar with, hung delicately around her neck. but something leni wasn’t familiar with was the rectangle, clear framed glasses that were perched on the bridge of paiges nose. they were new and it made leni feel something she couldn’t quite place. sadness because it showed change in paiges life that leni had no idea about? attraction because the girl in front of her looked hot as hell with her new accessory? whatever it was, leni had been thinking about it for too long and not heard what paige had said.

“so…” paige trailed off waiting for an answer to her question that had fallen on deaf ears. “sorry- what did you say? actually, what are you doing here? how do you know where i live?” leni asks a series of questions as reality hits and she realises what is going on. paige is at her apartment.

PAIGE is at HER APARTMENT.

“i said can i come in?” paige repeats herself for lenis benefit but she doesn’t wait for an answer before stepping inside. paige looks around lenis apartment, taking in the foreign view. she notices small accents that make it obvious this is where leni lives. the photobooth pictures tacked to the wall, the string lights adorning the window frame, the copious amounts of potted plants dotted around, the place was leni all over.

leni looked different from last night, obviously, but that didn’t bother paige. she always thought the tanned skin girl looked pretty in her natural state. tossled curls, makeup free skin, comfy clothes. lenis beauty had no limit and paige wished she had told her that more often.

“i didn’t actually say yes.” leni mumbles but closes the front door anyway. “how do you know where i live?” after the fallout from her and paige, leni applied to transfer accommodation and her request was granted. in her head, a new space signified a fresh start. somewhere paige hadn’t infiltrated…until this very moment. “it wasn’t easy. money was involved.” paige tells her with a nod of her head. “you paid someone to tell you where i live? that’s the kind of thing that gets someone branded as a creep.” leni says starting to feel awkward, stood in the entrance way, still wrapped in her blanket, curly hair a mess from the night before and her embarrassingly juvenile bunny slippers on her feet.

“i thought it was romantic.” leni rolls her eyes, “paige, please. i can’t have a repeat of last night. i can’t go over all this again. last night was a mistake. we were both drunk and i meant what i said. we need to go back to not knowing each other. it’s-” lenis words were rushed and messy and her heart pounded as she spoke. her body was having an adverse reaction to what she was saying. morally last night was a mistake but for someone who always lead with her heart, it wasn’t.

“i ended it with camilla.” what?

“what?” lenis brain felt like it was turning to mush. from the hangover mainly but also because of what paige had just said.

“i ended it with-“ paige begins to repeat herself but leni cuts her off.

“yeah. i heard what you said. but why would you do that paige?”

“because of you len. for you.” leni shook her head which only intensified her headache, “paige you make me laugh. not because you’re comedically funny but because you’re insane funny. you broke up with your girlfriend for me?”

“yes i broke up with her because of you. not that it matters, but we’ve only been together a few weeks. it was never going to work out. me and her, we didn’t fit. not the way you and I fit, len.” paige gestured between the them and leni understood because she felt the same about riley. both girls were searching for each other in different people. it was an impossible task because to paige no one could compare to leni and to leni no one could compare to paige.

“why now paige? why after all this time?” leni mutters, vlice soft and sweet.

“last night. seeing you. speaking to you. kissing you. i know that all means something. and you think i didn’t try? you blocked my number and my instagram and my snapchat and my tiktok, you even blocked my student email for goodness sake! real mature by the way. you moved apartments. you did everything you could to avoid me. i had given up hope and then last night…”

“last night i was drunk! do you really hate me so much that you can’t stand to see me happy? you just have to throw a spanner in the works?”

“hate? HATE?! leni you are so far off it’s ridiculous. and are you happy? are you really? because you’re doing all this shit that isn’t you. going to parties, getting drunk, you don’t have your nails done and you took your nose piercing out.” leni almost always had her nails done, the most elaborate sets too and her nose piercing was a part of her personality at this point so of course paige noticed when both were absent.

“just because i’ve changed doesn’t mean im not happy.” leni scoffed, taking steps further into the apartment. the close proximity of her and paige was beginning to get to her. she could smell her cologne, vanilla and woody. it was nostalgic.

“don’t give me that bullshit, leni. i know you more than you’d like to admit. tell me you’re genuinely happy. just say the words and i’ll let go. i’ll let you go.” paige had matched lenis steps and was just as close to her, if not closer than she was when they were by the door.

like last night, leni couldn’t say it. leni couldn’t tell paige she was happy because she wasn’t. she was comfortable. she had settled for riley. it was secure and consistent and she was content but she wasn’t happy.

lenis silence only encouraged paiges actions. paige knew if she was happy she would say it- hell, she would scream it. leni was a scorpio and a true one at that. she loved passionately and intensely and she wanted the whole world to know. if she really loved riley and was really happy, paige would have to accept that but that just wasn’t the case.

paiges movements were calculated. soft and gentle, a stark comparison to lenis rushed and needy ones last night. she cupped the shorter girls face, taking a moment to study her perfect features without the the influence of alcohol. her eyes were such a deep shade of brown, almost black. paige truly believed leni could move mountains with a single blink. her lips were naturally plump, with an exaggerated cupids bow that made them so enticing paige felt dread just at the thought of never having them pressed against her own again. her brows were carved into the most precise arches and when she glanced up at paige her lashes were long enough to reach her brow bone. to paige, leni had the type of beauty that the greeks would have carved into marble.

paige traced over lenis lips with her thumb and lenis eyes fluttered closed at the feeling, “paige…don’t.” she breathed out but she didn’t do anything to stop paige leaning down and kissing her. she didn’t pull away, she didn’t refuse to open her mouth to allow paiges tongue to slid in, in fact, she moved her own tongue in accordance. she moved her head to the side to allow paige a better angle. she dropped her blanket and let paige to guide her backwards by her waist, not breaking the kiss. and when her legs hit the back of the couch and paige laid her down, she opened her legs just enough for paige to insert herself inbetween them.

when paige reached for the waistband of lenis pyjama shorts she made a point of looking in her eyes, waiting for the go ahead. leni nodded, in a haze of need and yearning for the girl leaning over her, everything else disappeared. riley. the hurt paige had caused. the months of healing. it all washed away in a wave of pure love. lust. love? lust.

“say what you want, len.” paige needed to hear words.

“fuck me, paige...please.”

thank u for reading baddies! as always let me know if u wanna be added to the tag list 💋

tag list: @unadulteratedcyclepaper @heart4caitlin @jadasogay @avvwritesstufff @bueckersp

story info • chapter one

[mkkk12345]

Divus Crewel x Wife Reader

He forgot something at home headcanon/fic

I had an idea lmao

A few details to note before the fic, Reader is Crewel's wife and assistant for his fashion-related work (my personal headcanon please I need this) so reader usually stays at home or goes out to get things organized or checked on for Crewel.

Divus is not the kind of person who would usually forgets anything at home, but this morning he was in a rush

That night he had stayed up later than usual to finish grading papers

In fact, he stayed up so late you had to pull him out of his office and into bed so he could actually get some rest before another day of headaches from his students (and Crowley)

Unfortunately that morning his alarm clock had run out of batteries

You had woken up before him wondering why he was still in bed and not getting ready for work so you woke him up

In a panic, he quickly thanked you with a kiss told you to go back to sleep, and rushed to get ready and get to work

You of course decided to not go back to sleep and instead helped him out by getting his bag out of his office and making him coffee as he was putting on makeup 

And with another quick thank you and a kiss, he was out the door

Luckily today was a nice and slow day for you, so you luckily got to start without such a rush

it was around 10 o'clock when you got a call from your husband informing you that he had forgotten to put all those newly graded papers in his bag last night

"If you have time could you bring those over to school for me?" he asked as he rubbed his temples in frustration

"Of course what kind of assistant would I be if I didn't" You laughed as he sighed

"You'll have to come to my classroom, I really don't have enough time to meet you at the front gates today. Sorry about that."

Well today was going to be more exciting than you thought

After quickly throwing together a nice outfit you grabbed the papers put them in a folder and made your way to school

Driving up the road to NRC was stressful you really didn't know how Divius did it every day

You parked your car outside the gates and quickly speed-walked to your husband's classroom using the instructions he had given to you over the phone

As you approach his classroom you could hear the chatter of students inside, ‘was class already over? Looks like I made it just in time’. You knocked on the door and poked your head inside all eyes were on you as the chatter suddenly dimmed. 

“Is now a good time?” you asked as you opened the door a little wider so you could gesture to the folder in your hand

“Oh perfect timing dear I was just about to dismiss these pups for lunch, well then pups it looks like you will be getting your grades back today after all.” You quickly made your way inside and over to his desk handing the folder to him “Wait here a moment we can get lunch together once I dismiss them.” he smiled at you. 

As you waited you noticed how messy his desk was, he must have been stressed, you thought as you decided to organize it for him. “Once you receive your grade you may be dismissed, if you have any questions regarding your grade you may ask me, just make it quick. Homework is due tomorrow before class” he spoke with a stern voice over the chatter, clearly glaring at some students 

As the students slowly filed out you could feel their questioning glances at you, hearing questions like

Who is that? I’ve never seen her around school before.

Does prof have a girlfriend???

Do ya think I got a chance with her?

That last one seemed to annoy Divis quite a bit. 

After all the questions had been asked and quickly answered he quickly made his way back over to you slumping back into his chair with a sigh “Sorry for the inconvenience dear I hope you weren't too busy today,” he said as he leaned his head to the side onto you. 

You laughed softly as your hand moved to stroke his hair “Dont worry Divius my only appointment is later this afternoon, you aren't interrupting anything.” 

he sighed slowly getting up and taking his coat off and draping it across your shoulders, “It’s cold here take this for the time being I dont need my lovely reliable assistant and wife getting sick now do I.” he looked over at you with a smirk. 

“Yes yes keep flattering me, I'm the best aren't I” you said holding in a laugh “Divius you’ve had nothing to eat all day you must be hungry let's get you something to eat shall we?” you looked over him with concern. 

“You are not wrong there, let me lead you to the cafeteria the food is surprisingly good.” he chuckled as he offered his arm to you with a smile.

As the two of you made your way out of the classroom you took note of the three students and a cat that stood chatting conveniently close to the entrance of the classroom looking over at the two of you ever so stealthily. “They are going to be a problem tomorrow.” your husband sighs as you laugh leaning into his side. 

BONUS

“Who tf was that????” Ace whisper shouted at the prefect as they headed to the cafeteria. “How stupid are you did you not hear him clearly say ‘assistant and wife’?” Deuce whisper shouted back. “I didn't know he was married. How long has he been married???” Grimm said borderline shouting directly into the prefect's ear. “Who cares about that, she looks like a model! How did he snag her? And you didn’t answer my question earlier, ya think I got a chance with her?” the prefect rolled their eyes at Ace as they thought ‘I need to go apologie to Professor Crewel later.’

[mikalara-dracula]

(nsfw-ish) Hiii can you make headcanons for the diaboys when they have a wet dream of their s/o?

💦🥵 When the Diaboys have a wet dream of their s/o—

Warning: 18+ content below; don't read if you're a minor and aren't comfortable with slight NSFW, sexual arousal, and orgasm-related concepts. This is a fictional work and should not be taken seriously.

Caution: Unfortunately, Tumblr has a history of admins quarreling over completing carbon copy asks due to users sending the same request(s) to multiple admins, thus, resulting in unintentional plagiarism. With this, please DO NOT send the same request to multiple blogs as it can cause unintended plagiarism discord to other blogs across Tumblr. The word “plagiarism” stems from the early 17th-century Latin word, “plagiarius,” meaning “kidnapper.” So please, do not send in the same request to multiple blogs and make admins appear to be “kidnapping” other people’s work when it isn’t their intention. If this is to occur with any of my posts, please contact me so we can work something out.

Hi there, Anon!

Thank you so much for requesting! I'm very sorry for the long wait! I hope you enjoy reading it. Feel free to request again anytime. :)

Created with: @liannelara-dracula

Before we get into this scenario, let’s get into some context about it:

Scientifically speaking, wet dreams or sleep orgasms don’t have to necessarily be caused by having erotic dreams.

However, because the Diaboys are not human, I think this applies to them a bit differently.

@liannelara-dracula and I think that because they’re immortal, having wet dreams is ONLY caused by having erotic dreams.

And because an immortal’s senses and feelings are known to be heightened compared to a human’s, let’s just say their wet dreams are a bit, well . . . messy.

And by “messy” we mean to the point where the sheets have a big stain on them.

Anyways, let’s go on to the hcs.

Shu:

He was kinda confused when he woke up because he did not see it coming.

I mean, unexpectedly finding this big stain on his pants and bed?

At first, since you were sleeping next to him, he honestly thought you wet the bed.

Asshole.

It took him a minute to realize that that wasn’t the case and that he was the cause of this mess.

Although, it definitely didn’t stop him from waking you up and accusing you for it.

“See what you did? You couldn’t control yourself.”

“Shut up! You’re the one with wet pants.”

Knowing he couldn’t get you to believe otherwise, he changed subject.

“Whatever, it doesn’t matter. Just clean the sheets.” He’d say, closing his eyes, attempting to drift off again.

“Shu, you’re not some baby where I have to wipe your ass for you.”

Being the smartass he is, he’d smirk, “Well . . . .”

Knowing he was being an ass, you’d instantly grab a nearby pillow and start hitting him with it, to which he’d just laugh since he’d find your reaction amusing.

Reiji:

He never thought he’d wake up this way.

I mean, wet because of you?

He never saw this coming obviously.

And he was so embarrassed by it.

And to make matters worse, you walked in and he instantly threw a blanket over himself and the bed stain.

"Good morning, Reiji. Did you sleep well?” You’d ask.

In a tense tone, and with the blanket up to his neck, he’d reply, “Yes.”

Noticing that his response seemed off, you questioned, “Are you okay?"

"Of course!" He'd quickly respond, attempting to keep calm under the pressure of keeping you in the dark about this. “Just give me a few minutes, dear.”

“ . . . Okay.” You’d say walking out, giving him his privacy.

Reiji sighed in relief, and couldn’t think straight for the rest of the day.

He found it so hard to be around you and ended up making himself a tea to calm him down.

Dude should’ve smoked a cigarette after that dream lmao. xDD

You kept asking if he was alright since found his behavior to be bit weird, but nevertheless, he just kept to himself.

“Reiji, are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yes, yes!” He’d reassure, a bit jittery in response despite his collective nature. In hopes of changing the subject and to keep you from asking further questions, he’d deter by keeping you busy. “Now then, let us go for a walk, dear.”

Laito:

Is not bothered by it.

He's had so many wet dreams anyways considering how long he's been around.

But he’s a little sad that what he was dreaming about was over and that it couldn’t continue.

“Aw, what a shame. We could’ve taken things to the next level.”

He even keeps tallies on how many wet dreams he’s had.

"Well, here’s another one to the list."

He even writes about the dreams that caused them.

He’s amused whenever he has one

But unlike some of his brothers, he’s able to get through the day quite normally, almost like it never happened.

Unless of course he saw you for the day and you did something super suggestive, then it takes everything in him to act composed.

He looks forward to the next time it happens and may try to make it happen by fantasizing about you before going to bed.

But honestly, when is he not fantasizing about you?

Kanato:

Finds it to be a pain since he “wet” himself and finds it a bit annoying.

Definitely wants to be alone when having to handle his wet pants and sheets.

Like, if someone knocks on his bedroom door, he yells at them to get lost.

He doesn't even want the servants cleaning it up because he finds it humiliating.

"They're not worthy enough to see this."

Knowing you caused this, he is beyond sexually frustrated and upset at you.

He literally cannot eat sweets without thinking about what happened.

He’ll be in such a grumpy mood that day.

But if you provoke him, he’ll pounce on you instantly.

Ayato:

He didn’t even know it happened, like, he was very much out of it.

He just kept sleeping on it and sooner than later, he finally sat on the edge of his bed, feeling heavy and not ready to take off for night school.

Laito walked in to tell him to get ready for school since they were already running late.

Of course, with Laito being Laito, he noticed Ayato’s state and had to tease him for it.

“Y’know brother, I thought we were much past you wetting the bed.”

“What are you—oh my god!” Until that point, Ayato hadn’t even noticed and it had been pointed out to him.

Embarrassed, he quickly grabbed his uniform, running towards the bathroom to change as he swore to brother, who was only amused by this situation. “This stays between me and you man. No one else can know.”

Subaru:

Oh shit! You were sleeping next to him when it happened

So how does he cover it up?

It’s simple—he can’t!

He turned red af.

He just couldn’t believe it happened, especially with you being right next to him.

Runs into the bathroom to hide himself.

“Subaru, it’s okay. It’s just-,”

“Leave me alone!”

Kino:

Isn't ashamed at all.

In fact, he's just amused that you had this effect on him while unconscious.

"Hey babe, look what you did to me."

Blushing hard, you covered your face, not being able to bear with the situation.

“Kino, please just change.”

Ruki:

Isn’t bothered by it, even if you're there sleeping next to him or not.

Is only going to act on it if you make a big deal about it.

“You keep complaining, but you’re the cause of this. You should be paying for this.” He’d saying coming out of the shower only in a towel.

“But I never said anything! You’re not being fair!”

“Oh really?” He’d say mischviously, pulling his sheet of the bed only to throw it at you to get you “wet.”

“Stop!” You’d yelp as you tried to dodge the wet spot of the sheet from touching you as he laughed.

“Eww! Oh my god, Ruki!” You’d exclaim.

He’d laugh approaching you, “C’mere.”

You’d back away in fear, “No, I don’t trust you!” 

If you're not there, he's gonna be blaming you for it all day long in his mind.

Is going to let you pay for it by leaving you sexually frustrated for the day with some intimate activity he’ll initiate and then abandon, not allowing you achieve satisfaction.

“It’s only fair after what you did to me.”

Kou:

Like Shu, he woke up confused, but quickly realized what had happened.

Recollecting, that dream was steamy, leaving him to comment on it.

“Oh, that explains it.”

Wishes you could see what you did to him.

"Damn, I wish she was here."

Instead, he sent a picture to you about the wet sheets with the caption, “Look what you did to me last night.”

To which would lead you facepalm and leave him on read. xDD

Wants to try out what happened in his dream with you and will flat up try to ask you about it.

“Hey babe, why don’t we-,”

Knowing what he’d want, you’d be quick to deny, “No!”

Yuma:

When he woke up, he was kinda pissed.

Not because he dreamt about you, but because he’d have to clean the sheets since everyone does their own laundry in the Mukami household.

"Ah, shit." He'd hiss, looking at the wet sheets. "I knew I shouldn't of gone to bed thinkin’ of her."

And to his dismay, Kou walked in on him and this scene, and because Kou’s an ass, he has to tease Yuma about it.

“Damn, someone was thinking real hard last night.” He’d joke around.

“Why you!” He’d say, chasing Kou out of his room.

And if it wasn’t Kou who was in his case about this, someone else was bound to.

When Yuma got down to the laundry room, Ruki decided to have his fun because once he saw the sheet Yuma was putting into the washer, he couldn’t help himself.

“I’m surprised you’re washing the sheets earlier this week, Yuma.”

“Yeah, well, they needed a change.” Yuma would say, attempting to the situation up.

“I see. I guess with Y/N on your mind you’re bound to wash them more often.”

Knowing that Ruki had figured it out, Yuma would retort, “Tch!” leaving Ruki to smirk as he walked out of the laundry room.

And knowing Kou, he’d probably have a picture as well of Yuma when he experienced this.

Or, to make matters worse, he’ll just tell you about it when he arrives at school.

“Hey, Y/N, guess what?!” Kou would yell from across the hall.

“You asshole!” Yuma would react, threantening Kou to keep silent, “Shut up before I throw you outta one of these windows!”

Azusa:

He didn’t understand what happened when he woke up.

It took his brothers to explain to him.

“Oh . . . so that’s what . . . it is?” Azusa would comprehend.

Since he was given an explanation, he was happy you were in his thoughts since he finds no better way to sleep.

He hopes he’ll have more of these experiences since they’re centered around his one and only Eve.

"I wonder if . . . she has . . . wet dreams . . . about me? . . . I guess I'll . . . never know."

Carla:

Good lord, what did you do to make him wet?

He covers it up and pretends that it didn't happen.

He cannot live with himself right now.

And if has to see you that day, he’s not ready to face you.

All he can think about is what you two were doing in his dream.

“Carla, are you alright?” You’d ask finding his behavior to be a little off that day.

“The King of Founders is just fine.” He’d assert, ever so calmly.

“Okay, but you’re acting really weird today.”

“How is that?”

“Well, you seem tense.” Based on this, you further offered, “Do you want a massage?”

Just thinking of your touch on him was enough to make him lose his composure, so he’d refuse despite wanting one.

“No, no, it’s fine, really.”

And if you by any chance do something that turns him on, he’s not gonna be composed anymore.

He’ll give up and try to get you to the bed, or will just take you on a random surface.

Shin:

He blames you 100% and doesn’t care if you find it embarrassing.

Given how the morning is starting off between you both, he isn’t going to let it go.

“The one who should be complaining is me, after all it is uncomfortable to be left with such thoughts.”

“No, what’s worse is knowing just how deep your mind travels to something like that!” You’d argue, blushing at the thought.

“You should be honored that you were in my thoughts, love.” He’d smirk, making you shocked as you’d throw a pillow at him. 

“I would be if it was in the sense of sentiment!” You’d retort, looking away.

“But making love to you is sentimental, even in my dreams.” He’d tease leaning closer to you, leaving you to blush harder as he laughed.

Not being able to take it much longer, you’d try changing the subject, “Would you just clean up already?!”

[elliebarker]

one of the many. ( e williams )

category: modern!college/university!ellie x female!reader : angst, fluff

summary: after her devastating heartbreak with her first girlfriend in highschool, ellie swore off dating, everything she did was casual, non-committal. that was until you showed up. (basically logan and rory troupe but make it happy)

warnings: alcohol consumption, implied smut, “friends with benefits”, cheating(?), use of the word “baby”, a somewhat copy of rory and logan’s fight, fuck boy!ellie (LMAO I’M SORRY).

word count: 2.1k

it had been almost three years since ellie’s first, and only, breakup with her ex-girlfriend, cat. she was older now, more mature, i mean for god’s sake she was a junior in college she couldn’t still be hung up on some stupid girl from highschool. that is why she had resorted to this. one girl in today, another one tomorrow. no attachments. casual. she was hanging out in a cramped party at her friend's house, sipping something alcoholic, with one, two, girls on her arm, laughing and giggling and tracing their fingers up and down her fore-arm tattoo. she was, enjoying herself, she guessed. the party life wasn’t exactly dull, it was the crowd she was surrounded with, a bunch of drunken girls over-exaggerating their laugh so that she’ll go home with them. she wasn’t opposed to it, if fact she probably needed to let loose and celebrate the compilation of one of her tests, she just hadn’t found the right girl yet. that's when she spotted you. an absolutely gorgeous girl, trying to find your way through the crowd. and she immediately took the opportunity to…introduce… herself.

“hey girl,” ellie said, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, her action causing your spaghetti strap to fall slightly lower on your shoulder. “i’m ellie, what’s your name?” she asked and you introduced yourself, pulling your strap back to a more comfortable position, and smiled up at her. fuck it ellie thought i’m just gonna go for it. “wanna get out of here?” she asked, earning a smirk and a cheeky ‘sure’ from you as she led you out of the party’s front door.

ellie woke up and stretched her fingers, sore from last night, to see your body draped in and out of the sheets of her bed, still resting. her heart fluttered a little but she chose to ignore it. she sighed, clearly, you didn’t know how this worked. but it was early, and she had never slept with you before, so she gave you cut slack, she’d find a way to get you up and out of her apartment later. a few minutes passed and your body started to feel the lack of ellie’s presence. you woke up in a dingy bedroom full of music posters and scattered clothes. one pile, of which, being yours. your legs were sore as you stood up and grabbed your clothes off the floor, with a little shame in realizing the reality of your situation. you eventually got up all of your belongings and went to find ellie.

“hey,” you greeted, voice hearse and sleepy, as you walked up behind ellie’s sitting figure in the living room. she was wearing new clothes, jeans and a shirt, layered with a flannel with her hair half up pulled into a lazy barely-ponytail. her eyes racked up your body, hair messy and outfit sagged from it being thrown off the night before. “so, um, do you want my number or? i’m sorry i haven’t really done any of this before…” you stuttered on your words.

“look,” she said getting up from the couch, “i like you,” she began, “i really do. it’s just i’m not really into all that relationship crap, you know? i don’t feel like i should be tied down to someone.” she explained, moving her hand to rub the back of her neck. 

“oh no i get that,” you lied, “i just, was hoping we can still…hang out.” you said, trying to come as casual as you could.

“oh no, definitely,” ellie said, smirking, as she looked you up and down. you kissed her on the check before you said goodbye. and that’s how it was. at least once a week you’d be over at her place, ‘hanging out’. it was nice. nice, until, “hey,” ellie said whilst scrolling through her phone, looking over at you gathering up your clothes, “down to go to a party?” she asked.

“sure!” you said, a smile rising to your face at the anticipation of spending time with ellie, outside the arrangement the two of you had. you went inside ellie’s bathroom, it was small and a little dingy, in order to fix up your hair and get ready to face the outside world. once you were both ready to leave, ellie locked the front door behind her and walked you to her car. it wasn’t until you were both buckled into her car and driving down to some girl’s house with her hand on your thigh that you realized you and ellie would be out together in public for the first time. i mean, sure, you’d see the other girls ellie was hooking up with but she decided to come to the party with you. you. ellie eventually pulled up to a house and slipped out of her car, with you not far behind. it was obvious with the loud music and yelling coming from the white brick house which one would be entering. you slipped through the front door with ellie by your side and went around to make conversation with the few people you knew here. you knew ellie wouldn’t want you clinging to her side the whole night. more than a few moments passed and pop music remixes blared through low-quality speakers all around the house. you did your best to socialize, and decided to look around and find ellie. luckily, she was in sight. on the other side of a heep of sweaty, dancing bodies. you were going to make your way over until an arm stopped you. the arm tan and delicate resting atop ellie’s knee whilst she sat atop the kitchen’s barstool. you felt a green-monster flash of despair, both anger and sadness. of course ellie wasn’t yours, but fuck, did your delusional-ass-self really think you meant something to her? something more than just a girl she fucks? acid rain fell from your eyes as you stormed your way out of the crowded jungle of drunken bodies. time had passed and you’d gone numb. you’d rationalized it. you and ellie weren’t exclusive, you knew that. so why did that girl fucking bother you so much? it wasn’t her fault, of course, she didn’t know. and that's the thing, know what? exactly, nothing. that’s what you were to ellie, nothing, disposable, replaceable. but your whole pissed-off attitude disappeared into a mear thought when she approached you, body lanky and oh so attractive.

“what’s with this whole ignoring me thing?” ellie laughed, leaning against the wall next to you, looking over your pouting frame. you didn’t want to start anything, god knows you didn’t, but the edging creepy feeling of jealousy washed over you.

“what was that?” you asked simply, not-answering her question with another.

“what was what?” she asked, seeming genuinely confused. you sighed, then began again, uttering the first answer to a question since the conversation first started.

“her…” you said, looking around the room for the girl ellie was with earlier, “that…girl…you were all flirty with.”

“oh,” ellie sounded surprised, “that’s dina,” ellie laughed, “another, friend, of mine.”

“friend?” you asked, as if you doubted her use of the word, “that’s what i am?” you asked, jestering to yourself, “a fucking friend?” you saw the gears turning in ellie’s head, the fight or flight kicking in. she composed herself without the slightest reaction that she was ever the least bit scared, to the untrained eye that is.

“yeah.” ellie’s voice grew impatient and angry, as if to say, ‘i don’t have time for your crap’, “that’s what we agreed upon.” ellie moved her hand from her hip to in front of her, “friends.” her stern voice and your overwhelming guilt and regret was building up and you felt tears starting to form in your eyes. you let out a, 

“y’know what? i- i can’t fucking do this,” before your voice could break and left the party, letting you walk yourself home. it wasn’t until you reached the welcoming doors of your bedroom that the tears that were welling in your eyes finally fell. and they fell fast. you sobbed into your pillow all night, so much so, when you woke up your pillow was still damp. you knew you couldn’t do it anymore. you slumped off your bed, and made sure to take care of yourself. you showered, did your skin care, put on something more comfortable. you opened your phone, scrolled to ellie’s contact and pressed ‘call’. there was only one ring until, 

“hello?” she called out your name.

“we need to talk, ellie.”

you walked through the mountains of fall leaves and cold air to reach her apartment. you planted a solid two knocks on her door and she immediately opened the door, you could tell she was nervous. her nails were picked at and her eyes darted everywhere around the room but you. the tension was thick, and you knew you had to settle, or rather end, it.

“ellie, i don’t think we should see each other anymore.” you bluntly stated.

“ugh, c'mon is this about that stupid shit last night? you're still hung up on that?” ellie questioned.

“look it's like you said, you can’t be couple-y with me and i get that it’s just i’m a ‘girlfriend’, ellie, i have ‘girlfriends’ not…friends.” you explained, used your hands to display a pair of air quotes when you pronounced the word friends. “i’m sick of…i’m sick of being one of the many, i can’t do it anymore, that’s it okay? i can’t be your friend anymore, i thought i could be different, but i can’t, i’m sorry.” you huffed out the big speech you’d crafted on your way to her apartment. after an erie second of silence, ellie spoke.

“don’t do that.”

“do what?”

“i get it,” ellie said, rubbing her hands together trying to settle her nerves and her voice at a calm level, “i get what your doing.” ellie accused you.

“i’m not doing anything,” you stated, plainly, confusion written all over your face, wondering where she was going with this.

“if that’s what you want, a…a girlfriend, then just come out and say it okay? don’t make me sit here and worry and feel like i fucked up, don’t make me pace around my apartment, don’t come here saying ‘i can’t see you anymore’ don’t fucking do that! i’ll be your girlfriend? alright? that’s what you're really saying huh?” ellie lectured you.

“that’s not what i’m saying, ellie.” you tried to explain, but she kept going on,

“no, no, but that’s what you mean, don’t you?” she sighed, putting her hands on your waist, “c’mon, i’ll do it”

“what?” you gasped.

“i said i’ll do it, okay?” ellie forcefully stated, “i’ll be your girlfriend, it’s either all or nothing baby.”

“you can’t be my girlfriend,” you pushed her back.

“who says i can’t? huh?” ellie’s hands slithered their way back onto your waist.

“um, you, last night!” you declared, recalling her aggravated tone from the night before.

“oh come on! last night was last night, forget about it, right now is right now and i want, scrap that i need you, don’t– don’t leave me sweet girl.” ellie pleaded, begged you. you placed a hand on your hip in an attempt to display fake confidence.

“you have a hundred girls on speed dial.” you scoffed, disbelieving of this ‘new’ ellie.

“who cares about them? they don’t matter to me.” 

“look,” you began, “i know you, i know your type, commitment is not your thing and that’s fine! non-commitment isn’t mine so it's better if we just go our separate ways.” you turned to leave. ellie’s hands, previously placed on your waist, went up to arm and turned you back around to look at her.

“just let me try,” ellie said, looking deeply genuine, “if i say i can do this, then i can do this.”

“ellie–” she interrupted you calling out her name, with your own.

“do you really want to stop seeing me?”

“no,” you stuttered, “but i can’t–”

“‘cause i don’t wanna stop seeing you.” ellie smiled at you.

“are you sure–?” she cut you off a third time, this time with her lips. waves crashed and goals scored in that moment. her lips, never so delicate until this point, landed on yours and connected each other. it was utterly and absolutely euphoric. her lips were soft, softer than other times you had kissed. and it was then you knew. it was then you both knew. you were the one. she didn’t want anyone else. only you. her girlfriend. and she was finally proud to call you that.

[borathae]

↳ Index [Chapter 21 - Shed]

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader x Jungkook

Warnings: this is carnal and raw thirst, Hard Dom!Yoongi, subbish!Reader, sub!Jungkook, this is monsterfucker smut jfadjsf because Yoongi is a whole fucking monster, he literally fucks her throat with his monster tongue (i will die on this hill), and he fucks Koo’s throat with his monster cock (another hill i will die on), he finally uses his strength on them, he pins her down, and holds Kook back from biting her, forced orgasms (OC & Koo receiving), multiple orgasms for all, blowjobs (Yoongi receiving), nipple play, sweaty!Yoongi who is a hardworking man, he is angry and they tell him to take it out on them, he does in a hot & consensual & monstrous kinda way, istfg i’m such a monsterfucker lmao help me, thighs, mutual masturbation between Koo & OC, he makes Kook fuck her doggy, Kook cums inside her multiple times, there is so much cum & spit & slick, creampies, squirting, cum eating, it’s nastayy besties, overstimulation (OC & Koo receiving), anal fingering (Koo receiving), spanking (OC receiving), choking (Koo receiving), degradation & praise (he calls them good girl/boy, but also pets & brats and babygirl/boy), sexy possessivness, bondage belts (she wears it), he straps a remote control vibrator to her so she has to cum whenever he wants her to, and fucks Kook’s ass to an orgasm, I’m so scared of him but in a horny way, i just love this trio

Wordcount: 13.4k

a/n: kitty wants cock, that’s all you gotta know

“___?”

You stir upon hearing your name, opening your eyes to Jungkook looking at you. At least you assume that he is. His features are behind a veil of darkness.

“Hm?”

“Yoongi is gone”, Jungkook is whispering, pulling his hand from your shoulder after having shook you awake softly.

“What?” you ask, sitting up slowly. You look around the attic, barely seeing anything.

“Yoongi’s missing.”

“What do you mean?”

“I woke up and he wasn’t here anymore. I think he left.”

“Do you think that he left to hurt Jimin?”

“I don’t know”, Jungkook sighs in defeat, “I seriously have no idea. What should we do?”

“Maybe we could look for him?”

“We could. I could go without you if you don’t want to get up.”

“No, I want to come with you. I can’t fall asleep again until I know that he is okay.”

The gaslamp flickers on. You blink to get used to the brightness, eyes locking with Jungkook a second later. His messy hair and puffy eyes let you know that he woke up recently as well.

“Should we go then?” he asks.

You nod your head, taking his hand so he can pull you to your feet.

You hurry downstairs together, calling out for Yoongi in whispers in order not to wake the rest of the house. You check your bedroom and Jungkook’s bedroom, but they are both empty. Jimin’s and Taehyung’s room is peaceful as you pass it, letting you know that Yoongi didn’t visit them. It reassured you.

“Where do you think he is?” you ask Jungkook after closing their bedroom door.

Jungkook begins sniffling loudly.

“I can smell him”, he says, “he was definitely here. I can smell his anger. It’s really strong.”

“Can you smell where he went to next?”

Jungkook sniffles.

“Downstairs. His scent’s leading that way”, he says and runs off.

You catch up with him once he is in the entry way downstairs.

“And?”

“He hurried through here. He wanted to flee from his feelings. I can smell it”, Jungkook says and hurries away as his nose guides him. 

You follow him in quick steps, looking at the ground obsessively in order not to trip over something. You run into Jungkook in the kitchen. 

“Sorry”, you gasp, holding his arm as you stumble back from the impact.

“You okay?” he asks mindlessly, busy with taking in the different scents. Food and potions. Their scents are potent and strong and cloud Jungkook’s senses. He flares his nostrils and inhales loudly. There it is. Yoongi’s upset smell. It burns in his nose and leaves him with a heavy lump in his throat. 

“Can you smell something?”

“He was here. He went outside, his scent’s on the door handle”, he says and hurries to where Yoongi left. 

You follow him, holding his arm.

“It’s remarkable how well your nose works. You could rival a dog.”

“It’s a blessing and a curse”, Jungkook says, holding the door open for you. He joins your side, inhaling deeply.

“And?”

“There’s too much going on. I can’t find him”, Jungkook says, covering his nose with his hand, “ah headache”, he hisses, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Oh no, Kookie”, you gasp, cupping his head to rub his temples, “are you okay?”

“No, I smelled too much. There’s so much going on. My head hurts”, he whines.

“No poor baby”, you whine, massaging him thoroughly, “does that help a little?”

“Yes, it feels good”, he says, leaning into your touch.

“Don’t overdo it, sweetie. I don’t want you to hurt”, you soothe him in a whisper.

“I know”, he sighs, “I’m sorry, I’m just so worried for him.”

“Me too”, you say, looking around the garden. It is empty and dark, except for one golden shimmer in the far back. You squint your eyes. Wait a minute. That’s where the shed is.

“Look”, you say, pointing at the shed, “the lights are on.”

Jungkook slips out of your touch, eyes following your line of sight and landing on the lit-up shed.

“It must be Yoongi.”

“Let’s check it out.”

You and Jungkook hold hands so you wouldn’t trip over something. Jungkook guides you, using his senses to scan the ground.

Loud hip hop music fills the air once you are close enough to the shed. It is aggressive and angry and a telltale sign that Yoongi was pissed. 

The door to the shed opens easily. You and Jungkook slip inside.

“My love?”

“Hyung?”

Yoongi is staring at you with a deep frown on his face and sweat running down his body. He is gripping a hammer, having used it before to shape a piece of glowing metal. The forge is burning next to him, filling the room with stinging heat. That would explain why Yoongi was sweating so much.

“What do you want?” he asks you in a growl.

“We were worried for you.”

“I’m okay, just don’t come too close.”

“Are you dangerous?” you ask him.

“No, but there are sparks. You’ll burn yourselves”, he says and lowers his head back to the anvil. He lifts the hammer, striking the glowing rod with remarkable strength. Sparks of hot metal fly everywhere, covering the concrete ground.

You and Jungkook exchange a look. Yoongi moves harsh and fast and uses just enough of his strength to let you know that he was using the forging as a catalyst for his feelings. He is punishing the metal. Punishing it for the sins of another.

“What are you making?” you ask him.

Yoongi finishes the piece and cools it down in a sturdy bucket of water. The liquid bubbles and hisses, filling the room with steam.

“Parts for the device”, he says dryly, “I couldn’t sleep”, he adds and turns his back to you as he busies himself with the forge. He takes out the piece he has been heating up and turns back to the anvil.

The first strike is loud, cutting through the music and making you flinch. Truly, Yoongi doesn’t hold back as he bends the metal to his will. Each hit strikes upon the earth in anger. 

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asks him.

Yoongi glances at him.

“Do I look okay?” he is harsh in his tone.

“No.”

“No, of course I don’t. If I don’t beat the shit outta that stupid metal, I’d go on a murder spree instead. Fuck”, Yoongi slams the hammer down, making the metal sing in fearful surprise, “I’m so fucking angry”, he spits as he hits the metal repeatedly.

He straightens up, sticking the finished rod into the bucket of water. It sizzles and hisses. He looks at you and Jungkook.

“I haven’t felt that angry ever since the winter of 1989 when Namjoon killed someone very goddamn fucking dear to me and even that, ohoho”, he points at you and Jungkook, squinting his eyes in anger, “even that didn’t leave me nearly as murderous as what that piece of shit did to you.”

“I get that. I’m angry too”, Jungkook says to which you agree with a nod of your head. 

“And fucking Taehyung. What did he fucking do once he found out? He fucked you”, Yoongi spits and growls, slamming the hammer down so hard he actually puts a dent into the anvil, “how dare he fuck you and bite you and drain you when he should have fucking consoled you!” Yoongi spits, “he should have dried your tears and promised you protection, not control your mind into thinking you get off on being killed! Fuck!” He slams the hammer down and breaks it. It falls to the ground, almost crushing his foot if he hadn’t moved away quickly. 

Yoongi stares at it, then the broken handle between his fingers. It was a very sturdy hammer, normally unable to break in human hands.

“Shit”, he grumbles, turning to throw the piece of wood into the forge, “that’s the second hammer I break, fucking shit.”

Yoongi pokes the metal into the flames. You and Jungkook exchange a look. He tells you to try with a nod of his head.

“Can we help somehow?” you ask Yoongi.

“No”, Yoongi says as he takes a new hammer to shape the glowing rod of metal angrily.

You and Jungkook watch. You don’t really know what to do. You don’t want to leave him alone with his feelings, but you also have no idea how to help someone who is so goddamn angry. You never know how to help yourself whenever you are in such a situation, so how should you be able to figure out what to do for Yoongi. You just know that you don’t like it when he has to feel that way and Jungkook knows that he feels the same as you.

Yoongi lifts his head after a moment, lowering his hammer. He picks up the metal and puts it back into the flames. Afterwards he turns, taking off his gloves for now to run his hands through his soaked hair.

“You guys can’t help me”, he says, “you can go back to bed, I’ll just keep beating the shit outta stuff.”

You and Jungkook exchange a look. You don’t want to leave, neither does Jungkook. You nod your head, Jungkook answers you with a nod as well.

The two of you close the distance between Yoongi and you in big steps. The latter watches you with a frown and his arms crossed in front of his chest.

“No, we can still help”, you say, reaching for his face.

Yoongi doesn’t move away, staying completely still as you wrap your fingers around his hair.

“Doesn’t that get annoying?” you ask him, rounding him so you can gather it in the back.

“Mhm”, Yoongi hums, tilting his head just the slightest bit to make it easier for you to tie his hair.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it”, you promise him, working diligently to tie his sweaty hair into a bun. 

“It’s all in your eyes”, Jungkook says, lifting a tissue to Yoongi’s face. He clears the sweat off his cheeks first, eyes following the tissue while Yoongi is staring him down. 

“There you go, that should keep it outta your face”, you say now that you finished the hairstyle. You run your fingers through the hair you couldn’t get into the bun, scratching his scalp softly as you do. You don’t mind the sweat. On the contrary, it is somehow nice to you. Familiar and intimate. To be able to touch Yoongi in such a state feels intimate and nice, because you know that there are only a few people who have to privilege to do so.

Jungkook runs the tissue to Yoongi’s forehead, cleaning off the little pearls of sweat which have gathered above his eyebrows.

“It’ll burn if you get that in your eye”, Jungkook says quietly.

“Mhm”, Yoongi lets out, blinking slowly.

You run your hands to his shoulders, digging your thumb into his tense muscles. Yoongi tenses them even more.

“Relax”, you tell him, “you’re so tense.”

Yoongi tries to relax his shoulders, lowering his eyes as Jungkook runs his hands down his arms. He stops at his hands and picks up his left hand. 

“They must hurt”, Jungkook says, massaging it carefully. 

Yoongi hums, cocking his right eyebrow up. He is pissed that whatever you and Jungkook are doing is working. He feels better now that you and he are here. Yoongi felt murderous before you came, but he doesn’t anymore. Well, at least a little. 

You run your hands to his upper arms, rubbing them gently. Jungkook changes sides, now massaging Yoongi’s right hand. 

“Does that help?” you ask him, leaning in to press a kiss to the side of his neck. 

Yoongi tilts his head back, licking over his lips to stop the surprised gasp wanting to come out. 

“You feel a little less tense already, my love”, you whisper, taking his earlobe between your teeth to tug on it gently. 

Yoongi rolls his shoulders, tensing his jaw.

“I know what you’re trying to do”, he lulls lazily.

“Mhm, maybe”, you whisper, sending shivers down his spine with your gentle biting. He can barely keep his eyes open. It feels really fucking good to him.

“We’re not gonna have another gym situation”, he rasps.

“Why not? We could help.”

“No. No, the way I would fuck you guys right now wouldn’t be how I feel for you.”

“Then pretend as if we don’t matter to you.”

Yoongi rolls his shoulders.

“Pretend as if we’re just another one of your students. Like what we have means nothing to you”, you say and connect your lips with the shell of his ear, “pretend as if we’re nothing more than a distraction”, you rasp, running your fingers along his arms while Jungkook begins touching Yoongi’s waist. His muscles are hard and tense from the intense work he did before, flexing and rippling under your touches.

“I promise you, we’re amazing at being nothing more than little, unimportant distractions”, you whisper, ending it with a little moan in sync with Jungkook connecting his lips with Yoongi’s neck and pulling his hips flush against his’.

Yoongi stumbles into Jungkook with a huff of air, tilting his head to the side in an almost bored manner.

“Use us”, Jungkook begs in breathy rasps, “we’re so good at being stress toys. I promise that we can even make sounds if you want us to”, he says and moans cutely to strengthen his claim.

“You guys are playing a dangerous game”, Yoongi tries to sound unaffected, but there is a certain rasp lingering in his deep voice. It is heavy in arousal.

“We can handle it. Promise”, you assure him, letting your hands disappear inside his tanktop to rub his pecs instead. Just like his arms, they are hard and tense from working, flexing under your fingers. His skin is hot and wet. Wherever you touch, goosebumps form, letting you know just how affected he was. You touch his nipples.

“Don’t”, Yoongi gets out, placing his hands over yours without actually pulling them out of his shirt. On the contrary, somehow it feels as if he is making sure that you stay. Encouraged by his harsh grip, you try to move your fingers again, rolling and pinching his nipples carefully. They feel hard and swollen under your touch, the hot sweat makes the touch even easier.

“Guys seriously”, Yoongi says, voice breathier than before, “you shouldn’t do that.”

“Say the word and we’ll stop”, Jungkook says, licking his skin clean. Yoongi tastes so good. Exhausted from work, musky from anger and sweet from getting aroused. Jungkook hasn’t tasted something that addictive in ages. He licks and sucks on Yoongi’s neck greedily whilst his hands pull Yoongi’s hips against his stomach repeatedly. Jungkook loves how each time they are melted together, Yoongi’s cock seems to be harder than before. All the whining and complaining in the world won’t convince Jungkook to stop. He can feel just how into the distraction the Creator is. And Jungkook is hellbent on showing him how helpful he and you are.

As are you. You tug on Yoongi’s nipples, basking in the deep purr rumbling in his chest because of it.

“Do you wanna say it?” you make sure.

“One word and we’re gone”, Jungkook adds.

“No”, Yoongi says, “leave and you’ll fucking regret it.”

“Good”, you rasp and connect your lips with the other side of his neck. 

Yoongi lets out a breathy sigh, rolling his head back and parting his lips. You and Jungkook keep sucking and kissing and licking his neck and Yoongi feels charged in the hot sensations. He already feels weak-kneed whenever one of you worships his neck, so to feel both of you at the same time does things to him. Things like take his mind off his anger and make him feel electric. 

Your touches add another level of intensity to the whole situation. Yoongi’s nipples are incredibly sensitive, so to have you play with them at the same time as Jungkook grinds into him makes him dizzy in bliss. This is the best fucking distraction he could have wished for.

“You’re so hard”, Jungkook rasps and moans sweetly, “hyung, you’re so hard.”

“Mhm.”

“He is? Can I feel, my prince?”

“Mh-hm”, Yoongi allows you in a barely there hum. He tenses his thighs upon feeling your hand cup his cock. You rub it over the thick material of his jeans, moaning against his neck.

“You’re so hard, my love”, you whisper, pinching his nipple in sync with your hand squeezing his cock.

“I bet that hurts so much”, Jungkook adds, placing his hand over yours to rub his cock as well.

Yoongi reaches behind him, grabbing your hip to squeeze it tightly. 

“Don’t”, he rasps, chasing your hands. 

“Relax Yoongi love, we’re taking care of it”, you assure him in a whisper, massaging his nipple so good that Yoongi feels the sensations in his cock. 

He hates his jeans so fucking much. It hurts to be as constricted as he is. 

Jungkook wraps his fingers around his belt. Yoongi feels his breath hitch in reaction. Finally. 

Jungkook opens it quickly, letting it fall open. Next his buttons. You suck on Yoongi’s neck as Jungkook works, feeling up his tensed stomach and swollen nipples. 

Jungkook slips the jeans over Yoongi’s perky ass, working carefully to get his cock out without hurting him. Once he does, he pulls it down Yoongi’s legs, letting it pool just a little over his knees.

“Don’t do that”, Yoongi lulls, chasing nothing with a roll of his hips. 

“Mhhm Yoongi”, you purr, wrapping your arm around him as you let your right hand disappear in his briefs. You grip his cock and tug him out of them, jerking him off instantly.

Yoongi presses himself back into you, forcing you to stumble back. The worktable stops you from falling. Like this, you are sitting on it with just enough of your butt to feel comfortable while Yoongi is pressing back into you.

You hug him closer, eyes glued to his cock in your hand. It is so hard and veiny, looking almost dark red in angry desperation. It is so wet between your fingers. It’s making them glide over his heated girth very fucking easy. His black briefs sit at the base of it, slipping up his cock each time you reach his tip. Quite frankly, it is a little annoying as each time you want to reach his base, you have to push down the briefs as well. It forces your movements to stay slow and calculated.

Luckily for you, Jungkook notices the predicament soon. He hooks his fingers in Yoongi’s briefs and twists them until they rip. Jungkook repeats the motion on the other side, throwing the now ruined material onto the ground.

Yoongi, who watched him with a frown, lowers his eyes at him. Jungkook doesn’t feel affected by his scowl. He knows that this was just his way of pretending not to care when in reality his mind is going hazy from what you are doing to him. Jungkook can see that desperation deep in Yoongi’s half-lidded eyes.

Jungkook steps closer and lets his right hand disappear between Yoongi’s legs to massage his balls. Yoongi inhales deeply in time with his eyelids fluttering. Jungkook begins rubbing his hand back and forth between Yoongi’s legs, kneading and squeezing his tight balls.

And while Jungkook makes sure Yoongi’s balls get the attention they deserve, you finally shower his cock in the pleasure it deserves. Quick and harsh movements and with enough pressure to force his lower stomach to tense involuntarily.

“Is that what you wanted?” he lulls the question, trying to sound angry, “you’ve got me fucking hard. Are you happy now?”

“No”, you say, “no, you’re still way too tense. Relax Yoongi, relax”, you whisper, massaging his tip whilst Jungkook is jerking off his shaft and massaging his heavy balls.

Yoongi lets out a small moan. It was nothing more than an audible huff of air. You and Jungkook both know that he is holding back for pride reasons. If the situation was any different and he wouldn’t get off on the thought of having the two of you act as his distraction, Yoongi would be whining and moaning right now. After all, this is the first time you and Jungkook pay attention to his cock at the same time. Or to put it better, this is the first time where Yoongi is the one receiving your full and utter attention. You can only imagine how good he must feel right now.

“I can’t. I’m too fucking pissed.”

“We know”, you sigh, “but that’s what we’re here for. We’re making it all go away.”

“No, you’re making it worse”, he lulls as his eyelids fight gravity.

“Do we really? Mhm?” you coo, picking up his wet slick to spread it all over his heated tip. The movement is fast and you apply enough pressure to force his thighs to tense in an attempt to fight the trembles wanting to run through them.

He purrs deeply, forcing a smile to curl at your lips. Of course you aren’t making it worse.

“Relax, Yoongi love, relax”, you whisper, watching in delight as Jungkook falls to his knees before Yoongi.

You slow down your movements, holding Yoongi’s heavy cock so Jungkook has better access to him.

Yoongi looks down at Jungkook with a scowl, chest heaving up and down in quick pants.

“I can be your cocksleeve, hyung”, Jungkook says, sticking out his tongue.

You spank it with the help of Yoongi’s cock instantly, moaning softly as Jungkook mewls beneath you.

Yoongi watches with bated breath, clenching his jaw. His skin burns in sensitivity once Jungkook places his hands on his thighs. His cock throbs each time you spank it with Jungkook’s tongue.

“Mhm Yoongi, can Jungkook be your cocksleeve?” you rasp.

“Just get it over with”, Yoongi grumbles, holding his breath afterwards.

You and Jungkook exchange a look, knowing exactly what to do. Jungkook replaces your hand on Yoongi’s cock while you let your own disappear under Yoongi’s tanktop. You use your nails for it, punching up the material as you feel up his tensed stomach. Yoongi watches your hands just as he watches Jungkook, dark eyes flitting between those two views hungrily.

Your touch is greedy and rough. Exactly what he needs. He can’t deal with gentleness right now. It would piss him off. He needs to feel the anger he experiences in the touches you give him.

Jungkook is swirling his tongue over his cockhead. His tongue is wet and incredibly warm. Perhaps it even borders hot. Yoongi shouldn’t allow him to give so much head. It’s reckless, but what does he fucking care. He needs his cock sucked. He rarely feels that desire, so that means something.

Luckily for Jungkook – because Yoongi was this close to forcing Jungkook to his luck – he finally wraps his lips around Yoongi’s cock, sinking down on him as he flutters his lashes.

Yoongi leans back against you, head falling on your shoulder and hips chasing Jungkook’s mouth. Like this, you feel his weight against your thighs as he almost sits on your lap.

“There we go, now you’re relaxing”, you whisper and tighten your arms around him, pinching his nipples.

Yoongi purrs deeply in reaction, throbbing in Jungkook’s mouth. The latter moans deliciously, eyes filling with tears as the view of Yoongi falling into the pleasure overwhelms him. He is doing that to him. He is sucking him so good that Yoongi finally starts to relax. The desperate perfectionist in him wants to break away and beg for a praise, but the good boy in him knows how to behave. He needs to perform even better to get Yoongi truly lost.

Jungkook moans and relaxes his jaw so Yoongi’s veiny cock can glide down his throat easily. Tears well up in his eyes from the sensation, his body convulses in the desire to gag. He can’t let himself gag. He needs to be a good, little cocksleeve and fuck Yoongi’s cock. Jungkook squeezes Yoongi’s thighs for support and begins moving his head back and forth. It is hard, but he will do it for Yoongi.

“Fuck”, Yoongi lets out, closing his eyes in a sensual roll.

The word sits in the room and haunts all of you. Yoongi because he fucking hates to admit that what you and Jungkook are doing is actually working. You and Jungkook because listening to Yoongi lose himself to the pleasure, turns you on like nothing else.

“Relax my love, relax”, you whisper, “we’ve got everything under control.”

Jungkook moans in agreement, slipping his hand to Yoongi’s balls to fondle with them. Yoongi tenses his thighs, grinding into you as he squirms. 

You look down at Jungkook, feeling your tummy churn in arousal. His pink lips are moving around Yoongi’s cock, looking oh so cute around it. He had his eyes closed before, but as if he felt your gaze on him, he opens them. Tears roll down his cheeks, a high pitched moan rumbles in his chest. 

“You’re doing so good, Kookie”, you rasp. 

Jungkook mewls, tilting his head back to take in more of Yoongi. Your praise does that to him. He wants to be even better.

Yoongi grabs a bundle of Jungkook’s hair and growls deeply. 

You and Jungkook have to stop looking at each other. Yoongi’s reaction was too hot to keep looking at each other. You bury your face back in his neck, sucking hickeys on his skin. Jungkook closes his eyes and begins sucking his cock as best as the position allows him to. Like this, his cheeks fall in and Yoongi’s knees buckle.

“Fuck Kook”, he lulls. 

Jungkook mewls, rubbing his thighs together. He is doing that to Yoongi. His cock tastes so good in pleasure and he is the one fucking doing that to him. Jungkook seriously can’t believe his luck, slipping off of Yoongi for just a little to lick his tip instead. He needs to taste him. He is so yummy. 

Yoongi lets his head bounce to the front. He tangles his fingers in Jungkook’s long locks.

“Look at me”, he orders.

Jungkook opens his eyes, mewling around his tip as he rubs his thighs together needily. Yoongi twists his hair, tilting Jungkook’s head up.

“I want you to blink once if you want to keep this going. Blink twice if I can fuck your precious little face.”

Jungkook blinks at Yoongi.

Once.

Yoongi tightens his fingers in his hair, breathing heavily.

Twice.

“Fuck yes”, Yoongi growls, pushing himself off you to step closer to Jungkook. He grips more of his hair, forcing his head to tilt back into an almost unnatural position.

Jungkook mewls loudly, fingers gripping the back of Yoongi’s thighs before they dig into his flesh deeply in a desperate attempt to find support as Yoongi begins thrusting his cock into his mouth.

Jungkook gurgles and squeaks, squeezing his eyes shut and letting his jaw go slack.

“That’s it, relax. Keep it fucking relaxed”, Yoongi growls through gritted teeth, getting off on the tightness of Jungkook’s wet throat. He is chasing the sensation with angry rolls of his hips, fingers twisting Jungkook’s hair as both reward and punishment. If he wants to be his little cocksleeve then so fucking be it. Yoongi will show him what this gets him.

You watch the scene unfold with wobbly knees and a slight jealous sting in your chest. You want to be where Jungkook is right now. Kneeling in front of Yoongi whilst getting face fucked by cock. Oh how you envy the young vampire. What Yoongi is doing to him looks like so much fun.

“That’s my good boy, you feel so fucking good”, Yoongi grunts, forcing Jungkook to gurgle out a moan. He is squeezing his thighs together and quite frankly, you don’t blame him. You want to be at Jungkook’s place. His lips look so pretty moving around Yoongi’s cock, his throat is bulging each time he bottoms out. Fuck, you are drooling like crazy just watching the scene unfold. 

“This is so hot”, you murmur, hugging Yoongi to you. You rub your hand over his pecs, stimulating his nipples in the process. 

Yoongi seems to fuck Jungkook even harder because of it, moaning unapologetically loudly and twisting the younger vampire’s hair. 

“Fuck. Baby.”

Jungkook convulses and gags, spilling hot tears. It is hard to breathe when his throat gets fucked like that, but he doesn’t want to stop. His instincts are at an all time high. Every inch of his body tells him to bite down and rip Yoongi to shreds. Only getting face fucked that goddamn hard prevents him from losing control. Jungkook needs to be treated with such little respect because it’s the only thing keeping him sane. Maybe in a twisted, fucked up way being treated like that is the nicest thing Yoongi could do to him right now. 

“You’re the perfect fucking thing, Kook-ah”, Yoongi praises in a harsh voice, scrunching his nose in bliss. He rolls his hips and basks in his cock sliding down Jungkook’s throat. He is so tight and wet, “you’re so fucking perfect.”

Jungkook grips Yoongi’s ass and bruises it. Yoongi lets it happen even if the touch comes very close to what he feels uncomfortable with. He is sensitive at the most hidden spot and he doesn’t want you guys to find out that fact about him. Not tonight. It’s so embarrassing. The touch still feels good. Jungkook is so desperate. It gets Yoongi off.

“Such a pretty pet, you’re so fucking pretty”, Yoongi spits and swirls his hips as he is deep inside Jungkook. 

Jungkook mewls and squeezes Yoongi’s ass, gagging around his heavy cock. He gazes up at him and flutters his lashes, spilling new tears. His drool is dripping down his chin, hitting parts of his lap. His knees hurt a little. The concrete floor isn’t comfortable. Especially when he is only wearing boxer briefs. He squeaks, throat convulsing around Yoongi’s cock, and feels snot run from his nose. Messy. So goddamn messy. Jungkook mewls and whimpers.

“Need a break?” Yoongi asks, mistaking Jungkook’s noises as a call for help. Of course he does. He may be angry, but he is still highly awkward about receiving so much pleasure. Especially when he does it so roughly.

Jungkook whimpers and flutters his lashes, regretting it a second later when Yoongi pulls out as he confused the gesture as his safeword (it wasn’t, Jungkook wanted to be needy). Jungkook gasps, gagging around nothing now that his throat is tasked with breathing again. 

“Fuck”, he croaks, shuddering like crazy, “oh god, hyung”, he wants to be fed again.  It felt so good.

“I’m sorry”, Yoongi says, pressing himself against you, “I don’t…I, I don’t know why I…fuck, sorry.” 

There is regret in his voice. You hug him closer instantly, while Jungkook looks up with big eyes. 

“No don’t”, he says, grasping Yoongi’s shivering thighs, “you were amazing, I want to eat you”, he says and shows off his fangs, “I’m so hungry for you, hyungie.”

“Really?” Yoongi asks, gnawing on his lower lip. 

Jungkook nods his head vigorously, closing the distance between their bodies to connect his puffy lips with the underside of Yoongi’s cock. He holds it up with his hand, flicking his tongue over the swollen veins whilst gazing up at him.

Yoongi exhales shakily, relaxing in your arms as Jungkook’s warm tongue swirls over his cock. 

“Fuck”, he presses out, running his fingers through Jungkook’s hair just to twist it. 

“You’re so pretty, my love”, you whisper, placing your hand over Jungkook’s in hopes that he will understand. He does, allowing you to take over in massaging Yoongi’s tip while he busies himself with worshipping his heavy balls. 

Yoongi moans deeply, letting his eyes fall closed in a sensual roll. His cock throbs in your hand, covering your fingers in his slick. You pick it up and spread it in skilled movements up and down his heavy cock. It feels bigger in your hand than on normal days. You know that it’s because Yoongi allowed it to grow tonight. It feels exciting to know that he did. Yoongi only allows it to grow when he is really, really into what gets done to him. 

“Does that feel nice, my love?” you ask him. 

Yoongi nods his head, exhaling in a sigh. 

“Yeah? Mhhm that’s good to hear. You don’t have to apologise for enjoying yourself, my love. Kookie and I love to serve you.”

“Ah”, Yoongi lets out, arching his back. He stumbles, catching himself with Jungkook’s help. Interesting. Your words made him needy. Cute.

“Mh-hm it’s true, we love to touch you and taste you and fuck you”, you say, moaning softly.

“Ah-ah”, Yoongi chases your hand and presses Jungkook closer. 

“And you know why?” 

Yoongi shakes his head, breathing heavily. 

“Because we’re yours. All yours.”

“I’m close”, Yoongi confesses, allowing his voice to pitch just enough that he sounds utterly desperate. 

“Cum down my throat, please”, Jungkook begs and with your help, slides Yoongi’s throbbing cock back into his mouth. You massage his base while Jungkook suckles and licks on Yoongi’s reddened tip. 

“Kookie”, Yoongi gets out and whimpers, pursing his lips before parting them in a loud gasp. 

“You’re so pretty, my prince”, you whisper, kissing his neck in sync with pinching his nipple. 

“___”, Yoongi gasps and spills down Jungkook’s throat. He is moaning with his voice pitched and his thighs shaking like crazy. It’s amazing to witness. Yoongi could act all tough and uninterested, but when he finds his climax, his true state always shines through. You and Jungkook got him weak, it’s obvious in the way he is so goddamn loud as he orgasms. 

Yoongi comes down after five needy thrusts of his hips, pulling Jungkook off of him and feeling his knees buckle. 

“What the fuck”, he presses out in a croak, dropping his head to the front. He gasps for air, swatting your hand away from his nipples in an instinctive reaction to being too sensitive, “what the fuck.”

“Are you okay?” you ask him, rubbing his tense tummy. 

“No? Why would you do that to me?” 

“Why not?” Jungkook asks, “we wanna make you feel good.”

"Yeah, we do. It’s what you deserve for being so awesome”, you say, hugging him tightly, “mhhm Yoongi my love, you’re so pretty when you cum so hard.”

“You guys are fucking insane”, Yoongi whispers, running his fingers through his sweat soaked hair. It messes up the bun you made, strands of hair fall back into his face. 

Jungkook snickers, getting to his feet. He steps closer, touching Yoongi’s waist. 

“You liked it, didn’t you?” he asks. 

“Mhm yeah, you think I didn’t when I came that hard?”

“I mean, that’s not an indicator. With how sensitive your pretty cock is”, you tease. 

“Shut up”, Yoongi murmurs. 

“It’s because you never let us touch you, it makes you sensitive.”

“Tch, whatever.”

You snicker, pressing a big kiss to his shoulder. 

“I love you, Yoongi Boongie.”

“Mhm, me too.”

“I love you too”, Jungkook says. 

“Yeah, me too.”

You and Jungkook snicker while Yoongi is still trying to recover. He lifts his head to run his eyes over Jungkook’s glowing face. He reaches up, wiping away the remnants of cum from his chin. 

“You got dirty”, he says. 

“No, I didn’t”, Jungkook grins boyishly. 

Yoongi lowers his eyes shyly, nudging Jungkook’s chin softly. 

“You’re stupid”, he mumbles, scrunching his nose up, “fuck, you two.”

“Are you okay?” you ask him. 

Yoongi turns so he has both you and Jungkook on each side of him.

“Come here”, he orders.

You and Jungkook step closer and squeak. Yoongi swiped you off your feet and ran. It all happened too fast. Sometimes it’s impressive just how quick they can get from one place to the other. One second you were in the shed and now Yoongi is throwing you onto the mattress in the attic. The door is locked, the small lamp is casting deep shadows onto his face. He hovers above you, kneeling with his jeans bunching up under his cock.

“I’m dizzy”, you whine, writhing on the mattress.

“You’ll get over it”, Yoongi dismisses you and pins you into the sheets with a harsh grip.

“Wha-”

Yoongi kisses you. He silences you harshly and with his tongue exploring your mouth. His hands are keeping your hands pinned to the sheets, his knee is between your legs rubbing your hot cunt. You feel so dizzy and ruined, moaning into his mouth as your body falls willing victim to him.

“You drive me insane”, Yoongi growls between kisses, “you drive me fucking insane.”

He isn’t subtle in showing you that you do, moaning and groaning into the sloppy tongue kisses while his knee almost rubs you to a climax. Quite frankly, you think that he can actually make you cum. You are charged in desperation. You had to watch him face fuck Jungkook while you got nothing and now he is pinning you down and finally touching you. You are at the end of your strength. You want to cum just to feel something. No more watching, just feeling and shaking like crazy.

You try to break the kiss to let him know that you are close, but Yoongi doesn’t let you. He bites your lower lip to the point where you mewl in pained pleasure. It stings, but never tastes like blood. Yoongi doesn’t have to pierce your skin for you to feel like crying in blissful pain. His fingers tighten around your hands. It’s a warning to accept what he gives you. You aren’t supposed to fucking escape right now, to waste time with talking, to steal him of his right to kiss. You are supposed to stay put and let him have his feed. Because that’s what this is. You’re his fucking prey. Yoongi doesn’t need to bite you until he draws blood to feel satisfied, your sweet little moans are enough to fulfil him and you have to stay still and feed him. That’s your purpose. Feed him and cum.

“Mhm”, you squeak, opening your eyes in panic. Yoongi’s eyes are squeezed shut, his cheeks are covered in black veins. He deepens the kiss, gagging you with his tongue. You feel your eyes roll back and then you black out. Not really, but your brain stops thinking as he forces you over the edge.

You squirm and shake and Yoongi pins you down. He was aware that he would make you cum. Of course he was. He studied and observed your body well enough. He knows what every sound means, what every scent indicates and how your muscles spasm when it’s time. He knew what will happen and he made sure that it will happen sooner than fucking later. You moan around his tongue, fall silent for three seconds and then sob. Yoongi pins you down and presses his knee closer. More. He can taste that you don’t want it to stop. Even if you squirm and sob, he knows that you aren’t done.

His jeans are already soaked in your orgasm and yet he doesn’t seem to stop. You don’t know how to breathe and what sounds to make. He is so much stronger. It turns you on so much to finally know how little you could do against him if only he would allow it happen. To know that you can put your every trust in him because he won’t ever go too far makes you even weaker and yet at the same time you wiggle even harder just so he can pin you down with even more strength and just so he can shove his growing tongue even further down your throat.

You gag and sob. It may not be his cock gagging you, but you don’t feel the difference. You can’t function and it’s all the same to you. Yoongi, Yoongi, Yoongi. That’s all your mind produces. Yoongi and whatever fucked up, amazing shit he does to you.

He slips out of your mouth. It covers your lower face in a sinful concoction of your salvias. You wheeze for air, arching your back desperately.

“You’re such a good girl”, he growls. His voice sounds changed. Not only from his long tongue, but also the animalistic hunger he feels for you.

You are aware that he is praising you, but you can’t really think. You are so far gone. You know that he lessened the pressure on your pussy and that you finally stopped spasming. You know that he finally gave you a chance to breathe and that your throat isn’t stuffed anymore. And you know that his fingers soften around your hands. You know, but you can’t quite take it in.

“Princess”, the nickname reaches your ringing ears in a whisper. He wasn’t whispering, but that’s how your brain takes it in, “princess hey.”

The pressure on your right hand stops, a warm palm engulfs your cheek. You know this touch. It feels like coming home and being safe.  

“Princess, my love.”

You open your eyes, meeting his soothing gaze. His cheeks are covered in black veins and his eyes are ruby and yet the love is imminent on his features.

“There you are”, he smiles, “now you’re with me again, good job.”

“Yoongi”, you whimper, feeling like shivering.

Yoongi wipes the tears from your cheek and kisses your forehead. You feel like crying because of how incredibly safe he makes you feel. You were so, so far gone in whatever madness he had you riding on before and now that you are back with him, taking a break, you need him to be gentle with you.

“I’m just checking in on you, yeah?” he speaks softly.

You nod your head.

“Are you having fun, my love?”

“Yeah”, you whisper.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah”, you giggle, nodding your head enthusiastically.

“Mhhm that’s good to hear”, Yoongi kisses the tip of your nose, “I’m not done with you yet. Is that okay for you?”

“Yes, it’s okay.”

“That’s my girl. You’re such a good girl, princess”, he praises and lifts his head to show you a soft smile.

You retort it, feeling like burning up all over your body. You are so happy!

Yoongi sits up and runs his hands down your torso, lingering on your hips. You part your legs for him. His eyes flit to your pussy and the wet panties sticking to your lips.

“Mhm”, he hums, ghosting his thumb over your pussy without ever touching you. It drives you insane not to feel his touch, “you got so wet, baby”, he taunts, circling his thumb on your clit without touching.

“Please”, you whisper.

His eyes flit up and glimmer. He retreats his thumb. You mewl and chase him. He smiles.

“Cute”, he says, looking away.

Jungkook, who had watched the entire scene with his hand around his cock, tenses up. He holds his breath, gawking at Yoongi with widened eyes. The latter purses his lips, running his eyes along Jungkook’s cock.

Jungkook pulled it out of his boxer briefs messily, forcing the material to punch up under his balls and make them appear even bigger than they are. His tattooed fingers are wrapped around the girthy base, translucent slick covers them.

“You touched yourself”, Yoongi says matter of factly.

Jungkook gulps and pulls his hand away from his cock. He is so hard that it keeps standing up.

“Sorry”, he whispers.

“That’s okay, I was just saying”, Yoongi still speaks with a sort of dryness in his voice. He looks back at you. You are staring at Jungkook with hungry eyes. Yoongi looks back at Jungkook, eyes lingering on his pretty cock, “come closer, Jungkook.”

Jungkook obeys, shimmying closer until your arms are touching.

“That’s it”, Yoongi praises and hooks his fingers in your panties and Jungkook’s briefs. He rips them off your bodies, eliciting gasps from you and him. You mewl, Jungkook whines and Yoongi merely sends you a nonchalant look. He grabs your wrist wordlessly and guides your hand to Jungkook’s cock.

“Get him off”, he orders.

You follow gladly, wrapping your hand around his cock and pumping him quickly.

“Fuck”, Jungkook moans, letting his eyes roll back, “holy fuck.”

“Good girl, keep that rhythm going”, Yoongi praises and takes Jungkook’s hand to guide it to your pussy, “touch her”, he orders.

Jungkook follows happily, connecting his fingers with your clit to rub it quickly.

“Oh god”, you mewl, tensing up in bliss.

“Good boy. You guys are doing such a good job. Try not to cum until I’m back”, Yoongi says and disappears.

You and Jungkook falter in your touches, lifting your heads.

“Did he just leave?” “Where did he go?”

You say at the same time, looking at each other.

“What happened?” you ask, holding his cock.

“I don’t know”, Jungkook answers you, cupping your pussy.

“I’m so confused.”

“Me too.”

“He told us to keep going.”

“Yeah right.”

You look at his lips. Jungkook looks at your lips.

“I’m so turned on”, Jungkook moans and finally moves his fingers again.

“Kook. Fuck”, you gasp, flinching in surprised bliss. His touch is eager and skilled. Your pussy is sensitive enough that you want to scream, “Jungkook…baby…” you moan and move your hand around his cock.

“Yes”, Jungkook drops his head and moans, chasing you with a harsh thrust, “fuck baby, you’re fucking incredible”

“Jungkook”, you moan, dropping your head as close to him as possible. You close your eyes and fall into the sensation.

This is as close to private sex the two of you have gotten and it’s making you dizzy. His touch is so good, being so close to him is even better. You don’t even mind that Yoongi disappeared. Having Jungkook touch you and to touch him in return feels like paradise.

“It feels so good”, Jungkook mewls, spilling all over your hand.

“Yeah…so good”, you agree in a moan. This is paradise. It really is.

A paradise which comes to an end as quickly as it started when strong fingers wrap themselves around your wrists. You and Jungkook open your eyes.

Yoongi is back, now kneeling on the mattress with his lower body free of his jeans and hungry desperation in his eyes.

“You’re done”, he says, pulling your hands away.

“No please.” “More please.” 

You and Jungkook beg at the same time.

“Tch, you’re so needy”, Yoongi murmurs.

“Yoongi, where were you?” you ask in a whine.

“We were worried”, Jungkook whines as well.

“I got stuff”, he answers you and lifts a bondage belt into your vision, “I want you to put this on, princess.”

“That’s so hot.”

“Mhm and then I’ll put this vibrator in the pocket in the front and control it with this remote. Is that okay for you?”

“Yes”, you mewl, parting your legs. Quite frankly, he could do whatever he wants to you.

“That’s my girl”, Yoongi praises and goes to work. He takes off your shirt first, leaving soft kisses on your tits as a reward for being so good for him. Afterwards, he helps you slip the belt on, making sure to work carefully. You are sighing and gasping, writhing on the sheets desperately.

Jungkook watches with an aching cock, moaning with you as Yoongi secures the straps on your body.

“What about me?” he asks with a pout.

“Patience, baby”, Yoongi promises him.

“It hurts.”

“I know baby, your cock hurts, but be patient.”

“But Master”, Jungkook rolls onto his tummy and touches Yoongi’s thigh, looking up at him with big puppy eyes, “I was so patient when you made ___ cum, I want a reward.”

“Are you being a bratty little pet right now, mhm?” Yoongi asks him without ever looking at him, still busying himself with closing the straps on your body.

“No”, Jungkook wiggles closer and takes Yoongi’s cock between his lips.

Yoongi sucks in air, furrowing his brows.

“Behave”, he warns with a slight tremble in his voice.

Jungkook hums a no and sinks down further on Yoongi’s cock, flicking his tongue over the swollen vein on the underside of it.

“You’re such a fucking brat”, Yoongi lulls, lowering his eyelids halfway, “fuck”, he presses out under his breath. And despite his clearly pleasure-drunken state, he keeps working hard to secure the belt on your body and to then stuff the vibrator in the allocated pocket. Jungkook is sucking on Yoongi’s heavy balls by now, massaging his wet cockhead with eager fingers.

“There we go, princess”, Yoongi tries his hardest to sound normal, “how are you feeling?”

“So horny”, you mewl, watching Jungkook with a racing heart.  

“Yeah?” Yoongi takes a sharp inhale of breath, wrapping his fingers around a bundle of Jungkook’s hair, “yah brat”, he tugs him away even if that makes Jungkook mewl, “try biting me again and I’ll gag you. Put those fangs away. Now.”

“Sorry Master”, Jungkook lulls and forces his fangs back into his gums, “done.”

“Show me.”

He opens his mouth so Yoongi can inspect him.

“That’s better”, Yoongi says and tugs Jungkook to his knees.

Jungkook follows with a mewl, gripping Yoongi’s thighs.

“I wanna be fucked”, Jungkook begs.

“I know, you can.”

“Really?”

Yoongi nods his head, looking at you.

“I want you guys to fuck and as you do, I get to play with your ass.”

“Holy fuck yes”, Jungkook moans, “yes please.”

“Princess?”

“Yes”, you mewl, “I’m so down.”

“Good”, Yoongi breaks away from you to give Jungkook space, “decide for yourselves how you want it.”

You and Jungkook exchange a look.

“How do you-”

“Doggy”, you interrupts him, getting on all fours, “give it to me doggy”, you say, lowering yourself to your elbows and arching your back.

“Oh god, this is so hot”, Jungkook mewls, placing his hands on your ass to caress you, “you’re so sexy, baby. So fucking sexy.”

“Slip in, baby”, you encourage him, wiggling your ass.

“You look so pretty, baby”, Jungkook rasps runs his cock through your folds, sending shivers down your spine, “wanna fuck you so good…”

“Don’t tease”, you order, pressing back into him. You can’t bear it. You’ve been fantasising about how it would feel to take Jungkook doggy ever since the first time you fucked. You are too desperate for the real feel to bear another second of teasing.

Luckily for you, Jungkook seems just as eager to slip inside as you. He presses his tip against your hole and pushes inside. No struggle. You are so wet and needy that he fills you out easily.

“God yes”, you groan, pushing back and forcing him to bottom out. Thick. Long. Veiny. Jungkook’s plugging you up so fucking good, making you twist the sheets between your fingers, “you’re so big…Kookie baby…” you moan, moving around his cock in smooth rolls of your hips.

Jungkook gasps and furrows his brows, darkened eyes glued to where your bodies meet and abs tensing like crazy. He doesn’t move, allowing you to fuck your pretty pussy how you need it.

“___”, he moans, widening his stance on the mattress. His thick thighs tense and flex in the position. Your ass hits them each time you force your pussy to take all of him. Jungkook can’t look away. The bondage belt hugs you right under your ass, forcing the flesh to push up and look so goddamn plumb and soft.

Jungkook takes it between his strong fingers and kneads it desperately. You clench around him in reaction.

“You’re so sexy”, he lulls in a deep voice, finally meeting your movements in rolls of his hips. He uses his abs and back muscles for them, drawing a happy moan out of you. "I love that ass of yours, baby."

You arch your back, presenting your pussy to him. His hands on your ass feel so fucking good. Now that he is moving too, his cock feels even better. He hits you right where it feels the best, sending electric pleasure through your veins.

"Mhhm love that pussy too. You’re so sexy" Jungkook rasps, eyes switching between your ass and well fucked pussy. 

“Don’t stop”, you beg, “you’re so fucking good.”

Jungkook chases you in a deep thrust, drawing his touch to your hips just so he can pull you back onto him by the bondage belt. Your moans get louder because of it and your pussy tighter. Jungkook feels so goddamn good. Not only because he fantasised about taking you doggy ever since he laid eyes on you, but also because he is doing such a good job that you are moaning and shivering just for him. If there is one thing that will always get off Jungkook, it’s doing a good job. To know that he makes you feel that good, fills him with so much pleasure that it’s hard to think straight.

He thrusts into you and draws another moan out of you. Your hips still, your back arches. You can’t move anymore. Jungkook got you so weak. All you can do is take him and moan as he does.

“That’s it baby”, he talks with a sultry rasp on his voice, “relax, I’m gonna take care of you. You don’t gotta work.”

“Fuck Kook, it’s so good”, you mewl.

“It’s so good”, Jungkook agrees, tensing up when he feels hands snake around his waist.

Yoongi presses his chest against Jungkook’s back and rests his chin on his shoulder, brushing his lips over his neck as he speaks.

“I could watch you guys fuck each other for hours”, he rasps and with one harsh tug, rips off Jungkook’s shirt.

“Hyung”, Jungkook gasps, feeling his hips falter.

“Don’t give up, keep fucking her”, Yoongi encourages him, rubbing his fingers over Jungkook’s little nipples.

Jungkook shivers and obeys with a throaty moan, throbbing deep inside you. His nipples are so sensitive. The touch makes him burn up. Jungkook twists the straps of the bondage belt and presses out a harsh curse, speeding up which results in your moans to pitch in pleasure. 

“Oh god, oh god, oh god”, you chant, burning up. The straps are digging into your flesh and Jungkook’s cock keeps you right on edge. He is so harsh and fast. His thighs hit your ass each time he fucks you deep. This is the best fuck ever.

“Fucking shit, yes”, Jungkook growls, furrowing his brows, “you’ve got the best pussy, baby. I fucking love to fuck your wet little cunt, fuck.”

“Jungkook”, you mewl, clenching around him, “Jungkook don’t stop, please.”

“That’s it, good job Kookie”, Yoongi praises and shifts his eyes to you. He presses the button on the remote control, basking in the harsh twitch you do and the squeaky moan that follows.

Your head drops into the sheets, your pussy throbs around Jungkook’s cock and your toes curl.

“Ohmyfuckinggod”, you keen, arching and relaxing your back repeatedly as your body trembles.

“So tight”, Jungkook mewls, rolling his head back, “oh god, I feel the vibrations too.”

“Please don’t stop”, you mewl.

And Yoongi is drinking all of it in with his eyes a deep ruby. He gets off on your pleasure. He gets off on watching you fuck, gets off on hearing you fuck and he gets off on making you shake. It gets him off as good as actual fucking does. He hasn’t felt such desperate hunger for people in centuries. He didn’t want to get off people in the past, at least he didn’t fantasise about it. You and Jungkook are different. All Yoongi wants is to know that you are well fucked and satisfied. Thoughts of how he could get you off next haunt his mind every waking second. Yoongi is so addicted to that feeling.

“I’m gonna cum”, you mewl, “I’m actually gonna cum.”

“Yeah? You wanna cum?”

“Please Yoongi”, you beg without needing to be asked, “wanna cum around Jungkook, please.”

“Fuck, don’t say that”, Jungkook mewls, throbbing inside you. He pulls you onto him harder, dimpling your flesh from the strong grip he has on the belt. His lips fall open, his head rolls against Yoongi’s shoulder, his eyes close. He is so far gone. All he can feel is your wet pussy, the vibrations of the toy and Yoongi playing with his nipples and hugging him. He uses his abs to move, rolling his hips into you as if he was dancing. Skilled and so goddamn smooth. Jungkook’s hips are made to move that way.

“You are such a good girl”, Yoongi rasps, eyes glued to your pussy and Jungkook’s wet cock. He can smell how close you are. It makes his cock throb like crazy, “say it again, princess”, he orders, lowering the vibrations just to tease you.

“Please”, you mewl, arcing your back, “please, I’m begging you.”

“Mhhm princess, you sound so sweet when you beg. Makes me wanna deny you for longer”, Yoongi lulls.

“Don’t please”, you start chasing Jungkook’s cock, whimpering loudly because you are so scared that he’ll turn off the toy completely. He is keeping you right on the edge and you think that if he actually turned it off again, your heart would shatter. You are charged in so much hot electricity and you don’t want to stop.

“Fuck, slow please”, Jungkook begs, gasping for air repeatedly afterwards. You both ignore him for the sake of your own pleasure. He is a big boy, he can take it.

“Look at you”, Yoongi says, “that’s my girl, fuck your pretty cunt. You look so sexy like this”, he praises and increases the vibrations.

“This is making me cum”, you mewl, twisting the sheets.

“Mhhm really?” Yoongi taunts, increasing it even more. Just by one level.

“Oh god”, you moan, “oh god, holy fuck, oh god soon.”

“I’m fucking begging you, don’t slow down”, Jungkook begs Yoongi, “that feels so good, holy fuck.”

Yoongi growls, spilling tears because he forgets about blinking. Your pussy is so wet and puffy and Jungkook’s cock is swollen. The view makes Yoongi’s head pound. He increases the vibrations on your clit, making you wail and Jungkook mewl in ecstatic pleasure.

“That’s it”, Yoongi pants, widening his eyes in crazed obsession, “you are gonna fucking cum for me.”

You give Yoongi what he wants with a moan of his name and your body trembling uncontrollably.

“It’s too much”, Jungkook sobs and follows you with impressive intensity.

Yoongi grasps Jungkook’s faltering hips and moves them for him, fucking the two of you through your orgasms to the point where both of you feel like ripping your own hair out.

“That’s it, cum for me”, Yoongi talks you through it, ruining Jungkook’s back by rubbing his wet cock all over him, “you’re so good for me, I fucking love it when you cum so good.”

“Oh god, Yoongi”, you keen.

“Hyung please”, Jungkook mewls.

You are both gone and done for. Yoongi is playing your bodies like they’re the easiest melodies, only slowing down once you both beg for a quick break.

He turns off the vibrator, letting go of Jungkook’s hips to allow him movement.

“Oh god”, Jungkook whines, riding out the afterglow with slow movements.

“So good, baby, so good”, you sigh, feeling lightheaded.

This isn’t the end. That much is sure for all of you. This is just a short breather, a chance to recover. You aren’t done, Jungkook isn’t done and Yoongi for sure isn’t done.

Jungkook squeaks and tenses up behind you. It alarms you just enough that you have to look at him to see if he was okay. He looks surprised, maybe even shocked. 

Yoongi is behind him, snaking his hand to Jungkook’s throat. 

“Relax”, he rasps, brushing his parted lips against Jungkook’s neck. His eyes land on you. Dark and sultry. The intensity of his gaze turns you on so fucking much, “relax, my lovely.”

Jungkook furrows his brows and pouts, letting out a desperate whimper. His cock twitches and throbs inside you, growing just enough that you have to look at his lower parts. You gulp, clenching around him. 

Yoongi has his hand between Jungkook’s legs. You can’t see a lot from the position, but what you can see looks as if he was massaging his hole. 

“Do you want to relax for me, Kookie?” Yoongi rasps. 

“Yes”, Jungkook sighs.

“Yeah? Do you want to be my good boy and relax enough that I can stuff you, mhm?”

“Yes, Master.”

“You’re such a good boy”, Yoongi praises and moves. 

“Ah!” Jungkook moans loudly, flinching in surprise. He squeezes his eyes shut and lets his jaw go slack. His cock throbs, filling you with hot excitement. You know what that means. Yoongi just stuffed him with his fingers, now pumping them in and out of him slowly. 

“Yoongi”, Jungkook moans. 

“Don’t stop, pet. Keep moving”, Yoongi rasps, using the strength in his hand to move Jungkook’s hips.

“Oh my god, Yoongi”, Jungkook moans loudly, dropping his head back on his shoulder. He is fucking his cock into you with Yoongi’s help, “why am, am I always the one getting everything d-done to?” he whines and squeezes your hips.

“Why? Can’t handle it, mhm?”

“N-no.”

“No? Want me to take it slower?”

“No….”

“No. See? You can handle it. You’re such a good little pet, Kook-ah”, Yoongi rasps, pinning you down with a look, “you deserve to be played with, baby.”

Jungkook shudders and keens, throbbing deep inside you. His hips stutter, his fingers dimple your hips. It feels good. You fucking love it when they grab you with strength. The desperation in the touch always sends tingles through you.

Moaning Jungkook’s name, you begin meeting his movements. You need more. His uncoordinated, little thrusts aren’t enough to fulfil you. You need it fast and deep.

“Good girl”, Yoongi praises you, showing you his lazy smirk, “fuck yourself on his cock, you’re such a good girl.”

“Yoongi”, you moan, dropping your head to the front. His praise gets you so weak. You want to fuck even better whenever you’re being his good girl. You chase Jungkook’s cock in fast movements of your needy hips, arching your back to really hit those deep parts inside you. Ever since Yoongi stuffed Jungkook’s hole, his cock feels so much bigger inside you. Bigger and covered in the stickiest and hottest slick. Jungkook is such a leaky boy whenever his ass gets played with and you fucking love to get stuffed with it.

“I’m cumming”, Jungkook announces in a breathless moan.

“Again? Already?” Yoongi taunts.

“I’m sorry! It’s so- ah! It’s so good!” 

“So sensitive”, Yoongi sounds uninterested, “do it”, he says dryly and curls his fingers. He tightens the grip on Jungkook’s neck, allowing his eyes to flit down to where your bodies meet. Jungkook’s abs are tensing and convulsing as his heavy balls relieve themselves in your puffy pussy. Your ass jiggles each time you meet him. Yoongi feels his cock throb at the view, “so pretty. That’s it, you’re so pretty.”

Jungkook moans loudly and desperately, you answer him with desperate squeaks and Yoongi soaks those sounds up like a fucking addict, eyes glued to where you fuck Jungkook’s throbbing cock stupid. His white cum spills out of you and covers your bodies, it even sticks to Jungkook’s dark pubes, driving Yoongi mad in hunger. He chases the tightness of Jungkook’s pulsating hole, torturing his sensitive prostate.

“Hurts”, Jungkook wails and begins squirming now that overstimulation kicks in, “please slow.”

You listen. You slow down. You regret doing it as Yoongi slips his hand from Jungkook’s throat to instead spank your ass.

“Ah!” you yelp, convulsing in burning pleasure.

“Who told you to slow down”, Yoongi barks, gripping your burning flesh to massage it roughly, “keep fucking yourself on his cock until I tell you to stop. Do you hear me, princess?”

“Yes”, you whimper, picking up speed.

“Not enough, say that you’re fucking sorry”, he spits, painting another spot of sensitivity onto your ass in a harsh and ruthless spank.

It burns and hurts and fills you with fucking electricity.

“I’m sorry!” you yelp, chasing his soothing touch.

Jungkook whimpers right with you, gripping your hips to the point where they bruise. Yoongi’s fingers feel massive in his poor, tight hole and your pussy feels like fire around his overstimulated cock. He is in so much pain and it feels like fucking paradise to him.

“Hurts”, he sobs quietly.

Yoongi growls and spanks you.

“Yoongi oh god”, you sob, scratching down the sheets.

“Say you’re sorry to Kookie for hurting his pretty cock”, he orders, spanking you harshly.

“I’m sorry”, you mewl.

“There we go. You are such a good girl”, Yoongi praises you, slipping his hand away from your ass to instead wrap it around Jungkook’s throat again, “now fuck your pretty little cunt like you mean it”, he spits and presses the button for the vibrator.

You scream. It was honest and you had no control over it. It happened. Being so creamed and fucked and stuffed with Jungkook’s huge cock is one thing, but having to bear the strong vibrations of the toy on your swollen clit is another. You silence yourself by burying your face in the mattress, convulsing and twitching without having any kind of control over it. You fuck yourself stupid. It’s like an instinct. Your hips keep moving even if you are shaking. Yoongi told you to fuck and you don’t want to disappoint. 

“Fuck”, Jungkook presses out and falls to the front.

Yoongi acts instinctively, wrapping his hand around Jungkook’s mouth and therefore preventing his fangs to pierce your skin.

“Stay with me, Kookie”, he rasps, burying another finger in Jungkook’s tight hole just so the younger vampire has something else to focus on, “I know you wanna get a taste, but I need you to concentrate on me instead.”

Jungkook’s quickened breath tickles Yoongis fingers, his drool covers his skin.

“Mhfmhyung”, his voice is muffled by the harsh grip Yoongi has on his mouth. He is crying. He is overwhelmed by everything. The fingers in his ass, your throbbing pussy around his cock, the hand on his mouth. He is going to cum again and he knows that Yoongi doesn’t give a fucking shit. He will let him cum, pump you full of his cream and he’ll stick another finger up his ass as if it was nothing.

“I’m cumming”, you beat him to it, twisting the sheets desperately as your body release all the tension in uncontrollable shakes.

The tightness of your pussy is enough to push Jungkook over the edge as well. He fights Yoongi instinctively, which results in the stronger Creator to force his head to tilt back until it borders painful. His mouth falls open against Jungkook’s will, two fingers press down on his tongue.

“Deep breaths Kookie, deep breaths”, Yoongi rasps, massaging his tongue because he knows that this helps, “you’re doing so well my babyboy, I’m so proud of you.”

And as he praises Jungkook and makes sure that he doesn’t lose control, he is keeping a cautious eye on you, lowering the vibrations on your clit to give you the best and warmest overstimulation.

“Yoo…kook”, their names becomes a jumble in your mouth. You have no idea who to call out for. Jungkook who is filling you up so perfectly or Yoongi who controls just how overstimulated you feel. They are both as important for the blissful paradise you find yourself in.

“You’re doing so, so well too my babygirl”, Yoongi praises, “we’re almost done, my babies, one more. I want one more from both of you.”

And with that, he replaces the fingers in Jungkook’s tight ass with his lubed up cock and increases the speed of the vibrator.

Jungkook’s moans are muffled by Yoongi’s harsh grip while your sobs are silenced by the mattress. Yoongi moves for the three of you, slamming his angry hips into Jungkook which forces the latter’s hips to slam into you harshly. Skin slaps against skin, wet squelching fills the room, the sounds leaving his pretty loves fill Yoongi with ecstatic pleasure. 

“One more my babies, one more. Don’t give up”, he pants, hugging Jungkook’s waist, “you’re doing so well, I’m so fucking proud of you.”

Jungkook cries, feeling close to passing out. This is the first time he gets fucked that way. In the past, he was too out of control to allow himself to feel that way. Knowing that Yoongi trusts him enough to comfortably let him get fucked that way makes Jungkook cry. It feels so good. It feels so fucking good. 

You sob, feeling close to losing control. This is so rough and hard. You don’t know what suddenly got into Jungkook for him to fuck that way, but you don’t want him to stop. This is like in the church. Animalistic, out of control and fucking addicting. You don’t want him to stop. You aren’t aware of the fact that Yoongi moves Jungkook’s hips and that all those harsh, deep thrusts are a result of Yoongi taking out his suffocating desperation on the both of you. 

“You’re mine”, he growls against Jungkook’s neck, “you’re fucking mine. Don’t you fucking forget, you’re mine.”

Yoongi thrusts into Jungkook so harshly the younger vampire screams behind his hand and collapses on top of you. You fall into the sheet on impact, turning your head to the side just in time so you wouldn’t get smothered under Jungkook’s weight. The only thing keeping Jungkook from burying his face in your neck is Yoongi’s iron grip on his mouth.  He needs it, thanking Yoongi for his help with squeaky sobs and his hole throbbing around his big cock.

“Mine”, Yoongi spits, “you’re fucking mine. Holy fuck, you’re mine.”

“Yoongi, I’m cumming”, you wail.

“I know princess, do it”, he encourages you, fucking you with the help of Jungkook’s hips. He doesn’t even need to be inside you and you feel just as ruined as you do when he fills you up.

You cry loudly, barely feeling human. This is changing your life. It really does. 

“Yoongi!”

“That’s it, cum for me, that’s it”, Yoongi encourages you.

“Mhhhmmg”, Jungkook chokes out, twisting the sheets.

“What was that Kookie?” Yoongi taunts. He sounds out of breath.

“Mhmhmg.”

“I can’t understand you, my lovely.”

“Mhmgm. Mh…megmh.”

Yoongi curses, slamming his hand on the mattress beside your face. His hips stutter. He curses again while Jungkook squeaks. You can feel what is happening. Yoongi ruthless fucking made Jungkook cum and now he is filling your squirting pussy with his creamy seed. 

“That’s it”, Yoongi groans and by the sound of his voice, he is pumping Jungkook full of his own orgasm.

You know that Jungkook can’t go again. You can’t go again either. Every inch of you hurts and your pussy feels sore. All you can take are the three angry thrusts Yoongi gives Jungkook to help him draw out his orgasm and then it gets too much. 

“I need a break”, you plead, “Yoongi, break please.”

“I’m done, princess. I’m already done”, he assures you, breaking away from you and tugging Jungkook with him. He turns off the vibrator, releasing you of the most amazing hell. 

His achingly hard cock flops out of Jungkook’s ass, Jungkook’s own cock slips out of your pussy. The two of you are leaking like crazy, covering the sheets in it. You a little more than Jungkook as the desperate vampire released three massive amounts of cumshots inside you. You hope that you will leak for days to come. It’s so hot to you.

“Oh god”, you croak, “holy fuck…”

“Soon princess”, Yoongi promises you, caressing your lower back, “I gotta get Kook back to us. Listen to me Kookie, I’m right here. You’re okay…I’m…”

His voice drowns out in your ears as you lose consciousness. You are so exhausted, you just want to fall asleep. This was the best thing ever.

Soft kisses pull you back to reality moments later. You open your eyes to Yoongi kissing your cheek. He pulls back and smiles. 

“Hey there”, he whispers.

“Hey”, you breathe.

“How’s my princess doing?”

“Good, but tired.”

“Yeah? I’m sorry my love, I was rough”, he says, running his fingers down your cheek, “are you in discomfort anywhere?”

“No, just tired and a little sore”, you giggle, “I got fucked so good”, you whisper cutely.

“Mhm yeah, I fucked you good”, he says and kisses the tip of your nose, “you did so well, my princess. I’m so proud of you.”

His praise makes you feel so happy. 

“I’ll start cleaning you up now, yeah?”

“Mhm okay.”

“Fall asleep if you want to, I’m right here. Kookie’s asleep too for now.”

You close your eyes and sigh contently. You feel so sleepy, maybe you’ll take him up on his offer and drift off into dreamland. 

The next time you open your eyes, you find yourself in an unknown bed. A beeswax candle illuminates the room, the sheets smell like laundry detergent and the mattress is the perfect firmness. Your body aches, but in a good way. The kind of way it always aches when you shared a really passionate night with Yoongi. The memory of what you did mere moments before makes your heart flutter. You roll your head to the side, expecting to see his resting body but meeting Jungkook’s instead. He is sleeping soundly on his tummy with his strong arm draped over your waist and his face buried halfway in the pillow. He looks as happy as you feel. He is shirtless and clean. As are you, except that you are wearing one of Yoongi’s button ups. He must have carried you to his bedroom, cleaned and dressed you when you were passed out. 

You wonder where he is now. He isn’t in bed with you and he clearly isn’t in the room with you, because he would have already talked to you if he were. Maybe he went back to working on the device. It makes you just a little upset if he did, because that means that he was still angry. Poor Yoongi. You really hope that he feels at least a little better and that he is merely downstairs to get something to drink. 

Speaking of drinking, you are terribly thirsty and the glass on the bedside table isn’t enough to satisfy you. You peel yourself out of Jungkook’s hug, making sure to tug him in so he wouldn’t be cold. He is snoring peacefully, looking happy. Then you tiptoe to the bathroom with the empty glass in hand, slowing down once you hear the water run. Is this where Yoongi went off to? 

You open the door cautiously. You were right. Yoongi is here. He is showering, having his back turned to you. He looks… You furrow your brows. He looks upset. Not in an angry kind of way, but a sad kind of way. He is slouching and his head is hanging low. 

“Yoongi?”

He flinches, turning around quickly. His entire stature lets you know that he was embarrassed about being caught in such a state.

“I’m sorry for barging in here like that, but you were gone when I woke up so I got worried. Are you okay?”

“Why are you here?”

“I wanted water, but then heard you shower so I wanted to check on you. Are you okay?” 

“Yes, just finished work and got dirty again.”

Yoongi turns off the water and steps out of the shower. He snatches a towel and begins drying himself. He looks nervous. As if you caught him in a private act and now he wants to flee.

“Are you sure that’s all?”

“Yes”, he avoids eye contact. 

You place the glass aside and close the distance. Yoongi gawks at you, taking a step back. You reach for him and touch his waist. He tenses up. The towel is in his hands. He is naked and victim of your skinship and it fucking scares him because one touch is enough to crumble his composure again. 

You hug him. Tight, strong and adoringly. Your hands are on his back, your arms around his torso and your cheek is resting against his skin. Yoongi tenses up more, dropping the towel with a gasp.

“You smell nice”, you murmur, kissing his chest before nuzzling your cheek against it. He feels so warm in your hold. Warm and really, really soft.

Yoongi exhales and sinks into you, cradling you in his arms and burying his face in your neck. He makes a little sound. Relief and helplessness, you can hear both emotions in it. 

“Are you okay?” you ask him in a whisper.

“No.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” 

“I don’t know.”

“I’m here if you want to.”

Yoongi nods his head and places his hand on the back of your head just to pull you closer. His warmth melts with yours and creates a cocoon of comfort. For both of you. 

“You weren’t too rough if that’s what you’re worried about”, you say. 

“It’s not that.”

“Okay. What else?”

“I’ve become weak since I met you”, he whispers.

“What do you mean? No, you didn’t.”

“I did. I fought without thinking in the past. I killed whoever got in my way and pissed off whoever needed to be pissed off and I didn’t care who would come after me because of it. I acted reckless because I didn’t have anything to lose and I wasn’t scared. Not ever”, Yoongi pulls you closer, rubbing his nose against your neck, “now all I’m afraid of is losing you”, he confesses and shudders, “I’m so fucking scared all the time.”

“Yoongi, my love”, you whisper softly, “you won’t lose me, I’m here to stay.”

“You don’t know that. Death is so quick. It took everyone from me, over and over again. Why would it spare you?”

“Because I’m stubborn. You know me, I won’t go down without a fight.”

Yoongi laughs painfully. You chuckle. 

“You’re so stubborn”, he agrees. 

“Yeah I am and I plan on staying with you. Do you hear me, my love?”

He nods his head. 

“Good, that’s good.”

He runs his hand to the back of your neck, holding you close as he caresses you. 

“Please promise me to cherish yourself”, he says, “please don’t get hurt anymore. The image of you bleeding out won’t leave my mind, please don’t get hurt again. Not like this. Promise me.”

“Yoongi no, don’t think about that.”

“Promise me”, he insists with a soft squeeze of your waist. 

“I promise, I’ll cherish myself. But only if you do the same with yourself.”

“I will.”

“Good. You should, my precious love. Can I do something to make the memory easier? I hate to know that you still have to think of it.”

“Don’t get hurt again please.”

“I won’t. At least not willingly.”

“Thank you, it means a lot to me.”

“Of course, I would do anything for you.”

Yoongi lifts his head, looking into your eyes. He doesn’t look so burdened anymore, instead adoration gazes back at you. You cup his cheeks. He leans into the touch with his eyelids lowering in relaxation.

You study his pretty eyes, “you look happier, my love. Do you feel a little better?” you ask him, running your thumbs over his soft cheeks.

He nods his head, lowering his eyes shyly. He touches your wrists, draws little hearts on them only to turn his head and kiss the tender inside of your right wrist. He stubs you with his nose afterwards, cradling your hands in his’. 

“My most loved”, he whispers, closing his eyes, “what are you doing to me?”

“What do you mean?”

“You make me weak, but fuck, I’d be damned if I missed out on this feeling.”

“Oh.”

He looks into your eyes and smiles. He guides your hands to his chest, squeezing them softly as he places them where once his heartbeat raced. 

“Hm”, he hums happily, squeezing his eyes closed in a happy smile.

You giggle, lowering your gaze shyly. He makes your heart race like crazy. 

“Do you wanna come back to bed with me, Boongie?” you ask him

“Of course. You should get water first though, my princess.”

“I will and you should cuddle with me.”

Yoongi chuckles, nodding his head, “I will.”

You cuddle that night. And you take Jungkook into the cuddles as well. It felt like paradise. To all of you.

[itsshypen]

୧ 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐁 𝐈 𝐊 𝐄 𝐑 - 𝑳. 𝑯𝑒𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑢𝑛𝑔⋅☆

Pairing :: Dom!Heeseung x Sub!femreader

-----------------------------------

Synopsis :: Your life turned upside down before your eyes, so you dive into the night in order to forget your frustrations for at least a few hours... but little did you know that someone to help you and make you forget your problems was practically... a pedestrian away from you.

Part 1. Part 2.

MASTERLIST ★

──── Warnings :: Mentions of alcohol and drunk reader 2 times (reader kind of takes out problems by getting drunk..); cursing; motorcycle racing; almost run over 2 times; smut; Oral sex (fem receiving.); size kink; two orgasms; Safe Sex (protection ofc <3); edging; fingering; virgin!reader; dom!Heeseung; pet names (doll, princess,baby,madam [...]); Heeseung is soft at first but soon changes-; bigdick!Heeseung; dirty talk; worshipp; squirting; i think that's it ^^

A/N :: i got excited so it's REALLY long lmao 😭; hope y'all enjoy and sorry if there's any mistake and if i forgot to put something in the warnings and tell me so i can add there <3

!! LET'S GOOO AND MINORS DNI !!

Shit. You already lost all your senses after getting stuck in that bar with your sister, who was worried behind you and with the most apprehensive expression possible. Of course, you were already 21 and it wasn't now that you would be irresponsible, right?

Wrong. You were being, you were drunk. You didn't care who bumped into you and called you names for walking with a limp and talking nonsense, you didn't really give a damn. Until you stop at a traffic light, at least you managed to see the lights of the traffic light that was on green, and you huff as you run your restless hands through your messy hair and finally hearing your sister.

── "Are you sure you're okay to leave alone?? I can call a taxi!" - Her voice was filled with worry and regret, grabbing your shoulders and staying there until a few seconds before you pushed her away while clicking your tongue;

── "i'm fine". - You were stubborn, even in that state you could say that, your sister sighs and signals that the traffic light turned red and then the cars stopped to pass and so you did, while your sister again filled you with questions worriedly with you shrugging, still saying nonsense.

Without her realizing, Heeseung analyzed her, face hidden in his helmet after seeing her give the middle finger to her sister, who coincidentally he knew, except for you... which made him curious and sitting on his motorcycle, he watched you cross and mess up your slightly disheveled hair as if you had undone some elegant hairstyle you had done; which made him smile intrigued. As soon as the signal is green to proceed, he puts the motorcycle in gear and sets off, still with his head on you. He noticed that you were drunk on account of your wobbly walk and he couldn't help but laugh at that. And so, the night fades away in the noisy city that never turns off its lights.

-----------------------------------------------

You woke up feeling like a truck had run over you and then two more, that's when you realized how avoidable your drunkenness could have been, knowing that you had to pick up your things at your best friend's studio that same day.

To recap, In just a few weeks, you lost your job at your best friend's atelier, your career as a fashion designer went down the drain thanks to your now ex-best friend succumbing to the reputation of having the best atelier and the best collections of clothes for fashion shows; Recurring arguments always end in the most unpleasant endings possible.. and you thought you were influenceable, tsk.

At the cost of dragging yourself out of bed, you finally get up, opening the curtains of your large window so the sun shines on your face and you growls low because the sunlight is too bright for your taste. You do your business and decide to go at night to get your things. You didn't want to see the face of the crook who ruined your career without any mercy, who would want it?! Exactly, No one.

You lived in a building almost in the center of Seoul, alone with the company of only your kitten, whose name was Jia. At the moment, your best friend was her, she would never abandon you nor would she be influenced by the things of this world that are often hypocritical.

You realized that you hadn't paid the apartment's taxes that month, and how would you if you were unemployed? So you just put on a coat, grabbed your bag, car keys and left; going down the elevator considering possibilities of ateliers or fashion companies for a new job. In your head, it was much easier to be employed when you already had someone VERY close to you and was already your boss, but now... you'll have to go through a lot of bureaucracy and give several interviews because let's face it... the world of work is tough.

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

The day begins to set, and you have just left the last building of options, but not tired and for sure hopeful, the boss of that last fashion company was very excited to see your resume, was there a chance that you would be accepted?! You even wanted to drink soju and eat kimchi to celebrate... but wait, you have to get your things from the studio.. fuck.

You parked your car apprehensively in front of that huge studio which was entirely gold and red, it even looked like a theater stage (you couldn't tell, but somehow the choice of colors was funny); heavy footsteps and breathing almost suffocating you, you enter hoping not to see anyone other than the other employees you already knew, unlike your former boss, they greeted you with smiles and kind words... but you went there with a purpose, so you headed to your old creation room and started packing your valuable things in the cardboard boxes you took on the way there. Unfortunately for you, as you finish putting your sewing threads in a box you have chosen as their destination, the voice you hated hearing echoes in that room.

── "So sweet.. y/n came to clean up her mess here?" - she was standing in the doorway with an ironic smile to match her voice, her arms crossed as if she were projecting an air of superiority.

You turn around and sigh, rolling your eyes in disbelief and then you also cross your arms, without showing much expression, your voice relaxed;

── "I didn't come to talk to you, I'm getting my things and I'll be leaving, you won't see me anymore except on television with my creations in fashion shows being announced, don't worry." - you emphasize your likely success and also take the opportunity to smile mockingly but soon you lose it and start putting tape on the boxes again.

── "I'm glad you think so, I want to see if without me you can get somewhere, without any experience" - she laughs in mockery for a brief second and you feel your teeth grind against each other, but you try to ignore it by shaking your head and continuing to cover the boxes;

── "You know that alone, it's harder to get anywhere, right? You have to take a few slaps to see if you understand what I'm saying." - she repeats and laughs again and at that you slam the tape on the table in front of you and turn to her, eyebrows raised and voice violent;

── "Shut up!! I don't need advice from a spoiled by the public, narcissistic little shit like you!! I haven't known you since that day, it's deplorable!" - you say and angrily close the last box, and start to stack it in your arms.. there were four heavy boxes, but your hatred was bigger than the pain in your arms from the weight.

You had no hands, so you used your elbows to open doors and kicked to make space, leaving that studio without even listening to what your ex-best friend said.. you open the car in final despair due to the weight of the boxes and finally put them in the trunk, arching your back afterwards in relief and you roar briefly with anger and relief from your back;

── "Who does that bitch think she is just because she's getting recognition?! I don't give a fuck!!" - you slap your car and it makes your hand hurt, but you don't care.

Until suddenly a motorcycle passes quickly avoiding you, making your hair fly in front of your face and stress you out a little more as you staggered, still scared from almost being run over.

── "It's too slow you idiot!!" - in irony you scream in the hope that the pilot will hear, but it is in vain, it was only for relief, and so you get in the car and start driving.

..You finally get home, taking a shower and drinking two bottles of soju while checking your email to see if anything opportunistic from your interviews today has come to anything.. but nothing and nothing as the bottles empty.

── "Who am I kidding? Maybe she's right. Without experience, I won't get anywhere.." - You didn't want to admit it, but it was true, the business world wanted someone experienced enough to provide them with profit, and you weren't as much as they needed.

Soon you huff and put the two bottles of soju in the sink, turn off the lights and go to bed, nervous and anxious about your interviews... hoping that at least this would work out in your life after so many problems.

-------------------------------------------------

Well.. after days passed and your agony to pay bills grew more and more, you finally received an email from a studio that wanted to talk again about your resume, but the way it was written... scared you. and rightly so!! half an hour later, you leave the studio crying and tearing up a piece of paper with a comforting phrase, "don't worry! other opportunities will appear!", WRONG! You saw no hope. This time, you will go all out on the drink.

--------------------------------------------------

You weren't drunk yet, but you had already had a good amount of drinks recommended by the club... the lights and people were kind of blurry in your vision, the music became just a muffled annoyance. Your sister was there with you too, but she had gone to the dance floor and you were left alone... but you were feeling bad and so, with a little difficulty, you went out a little, stopping near a pedestrian crossing, but just looking at the dark sky.

You sighed, thinking about how you would fix your life from that moment on, you were in pure fear juice.. why did life turn upside down in the blink of an eye?; until you decide to go to the other side of the street, to see more of the city, and so you start walking along the pedestrian crossing... but you didn't looked at the sign.

You notice a light growing on you and when you look to the side, a speeding motorcycle is coming towards you and the only reflex you have is to put your arms in front of you and lean to the side... but you knew you could die, you didn't think because of the alcohol..; But... the motorcycle braked a few centimeters away from you, and slowly you returned to a normal pose, but your vision hurt because of the light from the motorcycle and so you put your hand in front of your eyes in order to try to see the figure who took off the helmet, but without success and so with your voice a little heavy, you ask:

── "Who are.. you?"

── "I believe that the middle of the street is not a good place to see the starry sky, madam~"

That's what the guy said, as soon as you finally saw him, you didn't notice the blush on your face and widened your eyes... he was tall, wine-colored hair, well-defined features especially his lips and a charming smile, was he an angel or something like that?!; You stood there speechless, only trembling lips registered your reaction, until he smiled at you again, taking you out of your reverie and his voice echoed in your ears.

── "I'm Lee Heeseung.. but you can call me Heeseung or Hee.. and you?" - he puts the helmet on one of his arms and runs his hand through his hair back while smiling without showing his teeth (perfect, by the way) this time and his hair falls beautifully on his face again.

And again you were speechless, you took in every movement and detail of the man in front of you, until you blinked, shaking your head briefly in an attempt to "return to reality", and finally looked at him properly, with a slightly heavy voice, answered him.

── "I'm y/n.." - Your voice sounded sweeter than you wanted but your drunkenness was noticeable, without even looking at your appearance.

── "y/n.. nice to meet you" - He smiles warmly and extends his hand for you to shake, and so you do, and soon you notice that you both were in the middle of the street and you gesture to go to the sidewalk.

── "What are you doing out here on the street alone? And you smell a lot of vodka" - he says with a relaxed expression and analyzing you from top to bottom, getting on your nerves because his look didn't seem very.. innocent.

He didn't mean any offense, he was just curious, and you knew you really did smell like alcohol..;

── "Well.. some problems happened and I came to this club to distract myself a little and... I just came to get some fresh air" - you say and your sister suddenly appears grabbing Heeseung's leather coat-covered shoulders.

── "found you!! Oh.. y/n? weren't you inside the club?" - She says smiling at Heeseung but as soon as she notices you there, she gets confused and releases him.

── "I just... wanted to clear my head and then I almost got run over by him" - You say, laughing weakly and gesturing to him, who laughs too and suddenly licks his lips and then just smiles, leaving your structures shaking for a few seconds;

── "I understand.. let's go in!" - she says and goes ahead, excited.

You and Heeseung look at each other and follow further back, until he suddenly nudges you and looking at you, says:

── "I came because she called me, we were going to meet anyway so... if you want to tell me what's bothering you so much, I can help maybe" - his smile was very kind as well as his look.

If you stop to think about it, you shouldn't tell your problems to someone you've only met for a few minutes... but the way he smiled and chose his words gave you confidence and comfort... maybe neediness? Maybe, but your sister knew him so you could trust him. You just nod with a little smile, which he returns, and so you enter the club, losing sight of your sister, but soon he gestures for you both to sit at a table.

You sit next to him on the large upholstered sofa and sigh, the lights and people were no longer so blurred in your vision, but the noises were still muffled noises and was kinda irritating.. until he settles on the upholstery and resting his elbow on the table, he looks at you smiling slightly.

── "I'm sorry to tell you to tell me about your life when we barely know each other.. but I just want you to know that you can trust me" - he puts a hand on his chest and smiles more.

If you already felt confident in him, you felt even more, and then he continues..

── "I'll tell you... I know your sister from her work, I'm a photographer and I'm the one who did most of her photo shoots" - he says this in an excited voice, you can tell he loves his profession... which made you feel a little.. attracted.

── "I know that her career improved after I recommended her for some photo shoots for a company I worked for, when I participated in the modeling selection process and saw her candidacy" - he smiled and looked at you with a certain intensity that was making you feel a little hot.. shit, the alcohol might have been going down but you felt drunk with the way he was standing next to you.

── "So.. I've known her for about three years, but I never heard about you so.. let's get to know each other" - he says this with a sweeter voice and smile than she had heard and seen since she met him, and so you also smile a little;

── "I am a fashion designer and I have already created many clothing collections for the Rose Atelier fashion shows.." - your voice is sad at the end of your sentence and your smiling expression fades as a whole, and he realizes that something bad symbolizes that name you uttered, but he doesn't say anything because by the look in his eyes you already understand that he is listening and wants you to continue, and so you do.

── "It's been about two weeks since I resigned from this studio... my now ex-best friend was my boss there but... we fought because she started to get very demanding and complain about everything I did" - you sigh, wanting to cry but you held yourself back;

── "The most annoying thing about all this is that i had spent several sleepless nights just to create collections based on her requests, but nothing worked for her.. she is becoming recognized with that studio and now she thinks she is the boss bitch because of it... and then I have been unemployed for two weeks and that is what is frustrating me, and now I am here getting drunk"

Your voice was frustrated at the end of your speech, and you run your hands through your hair, stunned to remember your bad memories of the last few weeks; you see his expression sketching pity and he also sighs, between his teeth and he straightens his back;

── "I'm sorry this happened.. it's really hard to leave the comfort you were used to, especially if it's your job" - he says, taking a drink from a waiter who was passing by and taking a generous sip.

── "But.. I can help you, if you want" - he smiles gently and places the glass on the table, leaving one of his arms on top of the upholstery and his eyes that looked at the people having fun and drinking, look at you in search of an answer.

Besides being hot, he was kind, passionate about what he does and he still volunteered to help someone he barely knew? It was too much for you, you squeezed your thighs every second, not knowing if it was the alcohol that was passing through your body, if it was the need for being vulnerable or if it was just attraction to him, you were completely in shit.

With a voice that in your plans was not supposed to be shaky, it comes out that way, but you answer him;

── "w-well... how would you help me..?" - you struggled to look at him, but you smiled to at least disguise your despair. He smiled bigger and again, licking his lips before smiling wider and picking up his drink, taking another sip, all of that affected you and definitely you wanted to melt into the wall at that moment.

── "Well.. I have a friend who is the CEO of a fashion company too, he's been hiring fashion designers and who knows.. you might be able to get the job if I recommend you?" - he smiles and he massages his own thigh;

You listened to every word attentively and that lit fireworks inside you, you could hardly believe the opportunity you could receive, that made you jump out of that armchair shouting "YES!!" and laughing euphorically, you grabbed a drink with a huge glass and drank it all in one go, laughing afterwards. Heeseung laughed and went after you,

── "Calm down, you don't have to drink like that" - he laughed and so did you; you looked at him smiling and so did he, with that intense look since you two met.

── "Thank you.." - you smiled sweetly and he smiled the same way; ── "You're welcome..", he said.

--------------------------------------------------

You had been dancing for two hours with Heeseung; ..your sister? the same thing but with any stranger around, since she didn't care as long as she had fun;

You were euphoric with happiness, maybe not so much drunk but happy with the solution to your big problem, thanks to Heeseung. As the night went on, you two drank together and talked more about yourselves, you seemed to have known each other for years and you felt happy and protected with him.

── "For a twenty-one year old woman... you got spirit, doesn't you..." - He says in a whisper in your ear and you laugh, nodding and continuing to dance, he does the same.

When you realized, you both were curious to see the top of the club, where the lights were slightly red and you two ran up the stairs laughing... as if you were playing tag, and then you entered a random room in your attempt to run away from him, which was in vain and he hugged you laughing in surprise.

── "I got you!" - You laughed and left your hands on his shoulders and looked at each other still laughing.

── "got me" - you said and little by little both your laughters stopped..

── "And to think you cursed me because I almost ran you over that day.." - he says and laughs, leaving you confused.. what was he talking about?;

── "What?" - you arch your eyebrows and he smiles at you.

── "that day in front of the studio where you worked... I was the one who ran past you and avoided you so I wouldn't run you over" -he says that and the memory goes through your mind, leaving you in shock.

── "s-sorry... I didn't know"; fuck... you stuttered at the thought of him being close to you for a long time.

── "It's okay... and by the way, the day you crossed the pedestrian crossing with your sister behind you... I was standing there for you to cross and you... intrigued me, I admit" - he bit his lower lip smiling and you didn't know what left you more without structures there, what he said or the bite of his lip.

── "Heeseung.. damn.." - you sigh and feel your body hot than ever when you feel him caressing your waist with one of his hands (maybe he didn't notice), he looked at you calmly and with a neutral expression,

── "yes?" - he asks innocently and his fingers still caressed your waist..

── "Nothing.. I just.. I didn't know you've been seeing me for a while.." - soon after you laugh weakly and looking anywhere but at him and he laughs muffledly,

── "yes yes.. but well.. I see you love this idea"; it caught you by surprise and you look at him blushing,

── "I-I think so..", fuck.

── "Since you like this idea and I like the idea of being right here with you... how about I help you with your stress?" - at this point he was playing with the hem of your black shirt... you were going to lose control.

Fall between us... You're a virgin. You've never slept with a guy, you didn't know what it was like to be held all night, to feel a physical connection with a man... and to feel love on the surface; even though you were nervous about it... you wanted it, and it wasn't this opportunity you were going to pass up.

──"How..?" - your mind was clouded just thinking about what could happen there, and you had pleading eyes (outside of your will);

── "I admit that I'm attracted to you... a hard-working and determined woman like you... but who is super fun... I fucking love it." - he smiled and his hand went just a little under your shirt, and little did he know that you were going crazy..

── "You said while we were dancing that you wanted to find ways to de-stress... and I'm going to help you with your job and so... I want to help with your stress" - he smiled biting his lip and then letting go after, that moment, your legs were already shaking.

── "Heeseung.." - you were dangerously close to his mouth, and both he and you were looking at that same place of each other;

Did you guys meet hours ago? yes.

But who said you cared? you were wishing this for both of you since he started drinking with you down there in the party, and it wasn't now that you were going to throw something good in the trash.

Without thinking any more and without needing to do anything, he quickly glues your lips together, in an already anxious and intense kiss, which by the way followed the same rhythm as his hands moving up your shirt... dear god, you've never had sex but you were there... about to lose your virginity.

You only had time to reason the space of the world when he laid you down on the bed, sucking your lips while his hands were already on the edge of your black lace bra, and then he separates from you in a low sound and looks you in the eyes..

── "can we do this? You can tell me to stop whenever you want, it's okay.." - his voice was deep and like a whisper, you can only sigh, seeing the effect of all that on his pants.. and shyly say.

── "yes.. please.. but I'm.... a virgin" - after the pause, shy, you blush and cover your face after you say it.

Heeseung widened his eyes slightly and smiled, stifling a giggle,

── "So.. I'm going to have this honor..? Fuck.. you're driving me crazy just with this information.." - That's what he says and he starts to arch your back by himself just to reach the clasp of your bra and open it with one hand... and then remove your shirt with your help.

── "Don't worry doll.. I'll be gentle.." - and he says taking your bra off you and the sight of your pink, full breasts makes his member, already twitching in his pants, trembling his body and he mutters a curse..

── "shit.. I'll be gentle... but I know that at some point you'll want more than that.. at least, i'm sure i'll want that." - he smirks and lowers himself onto one of your breasts, taking one of the pink nipples in his mouth and delicately starting to suck it while his fingers play with the other... you started to moan softly and your hands didn't know where to land, you were completely restless.

You felt your cunt pulsing painfully with just his circular movements with his tongue on your nipple, and at that point you were already panting his name incessantly and you just felt him smile on your breast with your sly voice and hands on his shoulders... until he stops and starts kissing underneath the breast he was on and giving little bites;

You had started to get anxious for the place you wanted him to go, whether you wanted him to or not, but he goes back to your face and kisses you again for a few brief seconds and starts to deposit kisses that could be on your mouth, on your neck; you made hummed sounds when he started leaving marks there too, and your hands roamed over his chest until you started to take off his leather jacket, drawing his attention;

── "calm down princess... I said I'd take it slow, so I'll appreciate you first, don't you think?" - he was teasing you. he was understanding how you worked.

Soon, he chuckles and takes off his jacket, making your eyes widen at the sight of his broad shoulders and slightly and buff chest in that black shirt.. you could let a sly sound out of your mouth, but you held yourself back.

He goes back to your neck as he runs a single hand over your breast that he didn't put his mouth on, massaging it there vigorously and playing with your nipple, you were getting impatient... but you didn't want to say it out loud, so as an indirect, you moved your body slightly;

── "Is the little doll impatient..? How cute.." - he chuckles and starts to move his hand down to your thigh and starts to go up under your skirt,

── "I'm just getting started, princess.."

He says and you feel his fingers starting to pull the side bow of your lace panties, taking them off soon after with mastery and throwing them on the floor. With every second that Heeseung spent lifting your white skirt and admiring your pink and already wet pussy, you became more anxious and yearning for what he was going to do,

── "please...", you accidentally let out a beg, softly and quietly.

── "Please?" - he repeats, imitating you, with a smirk and malicious expression in that same intense way from the beginning, and you decide to answer anyway, you were at his mercy.

── "do what you want.. it's taking so long.." - you tried to hide your face in your hands, shyly.

── "I will." - he leaned towards your face and whispered against your lips, and before anything else he smiled and started a slow kiss with you while his hand went down to your already swollen clit and started circular movements with two fingers there... making you moan in surprise against his warm lips, who controlled himself as much as possible not to finger you right away.

Somehow, that pressure on your sensitive spot left you wanting more and even though it was kind of painful, it made you wetter by the second. You heard him chuckle softly as he smirked and he played with your sensitive clit in quick and precise movements, but instead of question him, the only sound that came out of your mouth was loud sly pants and moans.

── "Heeseung.. ah.." - you didn't really formulate any sentence as he started sucking your breast again at the same time that he took care of your soaking wet cunt.

And suddenly, the pressure and speed in your sensitivity stops, you were confused for a second until you felt his two fingers pass between the luscious lips of your cunt and you sighed exasperated at the sensation;

── "You got this wet just for me..? God.. I'm going to savor this gift in the best way possible.." - his voice was hoarse as he whispered in your ear, and with those words.. you shivered from head to toe and widened your eyes a little.

── "Hee.." - you just say that.

You have time to run your hands over your own breasts with your wet nipples that he sucked and suddenly you feel him brush his lips against your belly, going down slowly, sending shivers down your spine.

── "y-you.." - you stammer.

── "Shh.. It's all under control." - he said and you felt your cunt walls clench against nothing and moan softly, becoming embarrassed afterwards.

── "So cute moaning just with my words.. imagine when i really act with you" - he says this and at the exact moment you feel his hot breath on your pussy lips, making you gasp in anticipation and your hands become restless of where to land, once again.

The sensation is beyond your knowledge of anything you have ever felt before, the sensation of the warm, velvety tongue between your pussy lips and swollen clit made your vision blur and you moan the most obscene sound that could come out of your mouth and reach his ears.

The slowness with which he ate you was delicious and sensual but.. you wanted more.. you craved more.

── "Faster.. please.." - you gasped, struggling to say and placing your hands on his scalp.

For a moment you thought he wouldn't answer your request, but... you were wrong. You heard him chuckle and felt the warm air hit the surface of your cunt.

Soon after, he suddenly began to eat you out; sucking, licking and putting your sore clit between his teeth like a starved man.. fast and rough, and that made you give a tiny scream and you began to squeeze his scalp with your hands.

── "O-OH Fuck-!" - you gasped swearing weakly as the feeling of him eating you out was consuming your complete reasoning; You couldn't close your mouth because of the pleasure that ran through your veins, his name was incessantly uttered from your lips along with sly and panting moans.

When you least expect it, you feel two fingers threaten to invade your hole along with his tongue, scaring you for a few seconds until you feel him thrusting those fingers together with his tongue and that made your vision have stars;

At that point, you no longer knew where you were and the volume of your moans, which could probably be heard from down the club;

He increased the speed of his fingers as he sucked on your clit with a certain breath-taking desire, you would probably leave his scalp red and burning with how much you squeezed and pulled but he barely cared about that, he would giggle in the pauses of occupying his mouth there.

Soon you felt a strange sensation and it was right at the foot of your womb, you thought you were going to urinate, which made you despair a little.

── "H-Hee..! I'm feeling something-!" - you moaned more cunningly every second and he leaves your clit with a small popping sound and he smiles, as if he was enjoying it, but he keeps fingering you even faster;

── "You're going to cum, baby...", he sighs and increases the speed of the fingers at a frantic pace as he feels your walls clench him;

── "fuck... I want to feel you squeezing my cock like now so damn much.." - he sucks in air between his teeth and smirks while biting his lower lip;

Soon you felt like you were about to cum, but suddenly you feel empty and you moan in frustration when you see that your orgasm was interrupted.

── "w-why did you do that?!" - you practically whimper and he laughs, briefly licking his fingers and humming in his throat.

He climbs on top of you and leans down enough to reach your ear and after giving your earlobe a little bite, he whispers,

── "I want you cumming on my cock instead of my fingers, doll..".

You felt your heart beat faster and your pupils dilate as you saw him removing the shirt that was slightly tight against his muscles in front of you; as soon as it was removed, he turned the shirt to the right side and the movements of his muscles left you trapped and stunned, catching his attention and earning a mischievous smile from him,

── "Do you like what you see, princess?" - he asked in a mischievous tone that you have already engraved in your mind, as he opened his belt and that left you throbbing more than the start.

── "Heeseung.." - the only thing you could say in your thin voice and your eyes watched intently every movement he made taking off his pants.

You mentally cursed him for purposely pulling out his clothes slowly, smirking as he watched your every single anxious move and bites on your lip. Finally he was left only in his underwear and his well-marked erection being clearly visible made you salivate and widen your eyes

── "t-this will fit..?", you ask, pointing and closing your legs in an attempt to relieve the heat in your soaking cunt.

── "I prepared you very well to fit... and now.. I guarantee I will make your pretty cunt be shaped in his size, my love.." - his voice is hoarse and he pulls you closer by the thighs smirking, you shivered at the contact of his erection in your cunt, making you gasp.

You were stunned by that friction but you managed to see when he took a condom from the cabinet next to the bed, too big for your taste and you blushed,

── "There's just.. this big size?" - you shyly ask and he smiles with a muffled chuckle,

── "I need this size.." - you let out a genuine "oh.." with your face all red and he smirks, it quickly fades as he opens it,

── "if you want to stop.." - he doesn't finish his sentence with you interrupting him,

──"No!! Please..! I.. I want to" - you beg sitting up, looking at him with doe eyes.

Heeseung gives a little smile with your desperate manner... your gaze on his length covered by the condom... he was determined to make you feel in "heaven" for the first time.. he knew damn well he could do it.

Your trance of all the sensations you felt were thrown out, when he laid you down again and pulled you by your full thighs, doing you reach to against his well-trimmed pelvis, making you sigh anxiously.

── "I'll put it on.." - he said in a low tone, strolling his large length between your folds.

You just nodded, eyes closed, nervous in advance... and as soon as you felt him penetrate you, opening your walls wide and painfully, your mouth opened in an 'O' making a silent moan along with your hands grabbing his arm desperate.

── "N-not going in, Hee..! Holy shit..!" - You moaned slyly in exasperation at the feeling of him opening you up, it felt like you were going to break.

── "Yes, it will... but I'm not even halfway there, princess.. just a little more.." - He said, a little breathless from the effort of entering you, you were almost throwing him out if it weren't for his insistence.

You swore he had already gotten at least halfway... but after what he said, you widened your eyes in disbelief and turned your attention back to the sensation in no secod, already lightly scratching his biceps. After a little more effort from him, he reached the end, and you sighed heavily in relief and stopped squeezing where your hands were.

── "I'll wait for you to get used to.." - he said using all his strength to stay still.

── "I-I feel you so deep.. oh my god.." - You whimper and sigh through your mouth, shivering at the feeling of being so full.

── "You haven't even seen what I can do being this deep, doll.." - he chuckles and makes a small hip movement, taking out a small squeak from you.

-------------------------------------------------------

To Be Continued..

@itsshypen property!; do not copy and give due credit. ★

[autisticlalna]

AAAAAAAA. FUCK. VP stayed with Sapphire as long as he could-- he couldn't remember the loops, Vikings never remember, but he needed to be there for them, because even if all he knew was that his sister was stressed and scared because why does this keep happening, what did i do wrong that was enough for him to know they need help.

but things start to break. they cant both be running in circles, not the "true" versions of them. it doesnt matter how hard he digs his heels in, how hard he tries to escape notice, when everything grinds to a halt. and then he's gone, with a replacement standing where he was. someone made to do the job he wasn't doing. someone who gave up on her.

What do you think Tempus and Locus were like as siblings? Did they get along? Did they despise each other? Why does Sapphire want to find her original half so badly? Is it because they were originally joined at the hip and this new emptiness is killer? Or does she feel as though she needs to find him? To atone for some great and tragic sin?

WAILS .

(context for the names thing: potential theory of Tempus and Locus being names for Sapphire and the first Viking / VP! maybe!)

so like.. judging by the signs in the Clocktower. after losing him, the memory of VP kinda feels like it was Saph's reason to keep going. they're a duo - one literally cannot exist without the other.

maybe they weren't as close as they could've been, though. maybe Sapphire didn't realize that until he was gone. no amount of rewinding, resetting, or retrying has brought him back. he keeps seeing people with his face, with his voice, but it's not the same.

they have to keep going. it's what he would've wanted them to do. he would've wanted them to find a way out. (or maybe that's what they're telling themself, because the thought of him leaving them behind on purpose is too much to bear.)

id like to think the were happy. i think Sapphire would like to think that too. but when you're stuck in a cycle where one of you kills the other over and over - always a pleasure and always a demise - something's going to break eventually.

what happened for VP to ghost his sister? what happened for the remnants of him to forget her? what happened for the only one to even know he exists to not want anything to do with her? how did she get stuck in the loop to begin with, and how much of it was his fault?

"stop being so lousy of a brother". was Sapphire really saying to Viking, or was part of them directing that to VP, too?

Sapphire misses him. maybe he misses Sapphire back, if enough of him still exists to miss someone.

[zordanna]

The Moon And Her Stars

Ofelia Russel age 11

Eleonora Russel age 9

(So- i hate writing, i'm italian and english is not my first language i apologise if there are mistakes. This is just my brainrot about my hogwarts legacy mcs taking over my mind and art lmao)

The Russel family was one of the most affluent families in the wizardry society, despite the fame they weren't purebloods actually the information about them were almost inexistent. No one actually questioned anything ,the respect is easily obtainable when you can afford a ball every month with delicacies from all over the world. The head of this empire was Astor Russel, a man with a sharp mind and a deep carnal passion for money, The Daily Prophet frequently praised his achievments with articles over articles about his successful career and investments, however the image that he was trying to sell was far from the stylish polite gentleman he pretended to be, the moment the doors of his manor were closed the affable smile on his lips would always turn into an ice cold emotionless line. The house elves would step back terrified at his arrive, not even dare to look at him in the eyes fearing he might pour his unmotivated rage on one of them. However, Mr Russel had his favourite target for that, the one he thought responsible for every wrong thing in his life. Dear Readers, this little interaction whatever this is it's about Ofelia Russel and her sister Eleonora. Ofelia is the first daughter Of Astor Russel and Jane Dalia ,his first wife, who died while giving birth to Ofelia. Eleonora is the fruit of his second marriage with the witch Margaret Estrella probably the only woman he ever felt slight affection for, also because she desired power and success just like him, fueling his motivation.

This story begins with the Moon.

The soft rays of moonlight were tickling her pale skin,Ofelia groaned as she heard soft steps on the wooden floor of her room and the quick faint sound of a quill writing on paper.The young red haired girl opened her olive green eyes to scan the bedroom, a little smile crept across her face as soon she realised who was making all that noise. A messy nest of blonde curls was moving around the room carrying astronomy tools while mumbling incomprehensible words.

"Eleonora, what in Merlin's name are you doing?"

Ofelia asked with a snort while stumbling out of her bed. Eleonora made a soft whine as she noticed her bigger sister woke up because of her.

"Lelia i'm sorry- Tonight there's full moon so i wanted to take few notes- i'm sorry-"

Lelia,only her could ever use that silly nickname.

Ofelia rose a hand to gently hush her apologies and walked next to her sitting under the large window of their room, she took the telescope from Eleonora's smaller hands and helped her setting it up. Eleonora smiled and snuggled next to Ofelia as they silently enjoyed eachother's company . The blondie adjusted the lenses of her telescope delicately twisting the golden carved rings with gentle movements,her freckled hands were always trembling but when it was about astronomy her moves were always precise.

"what are you searching for tonight, little Aristarchus of Samus?A comet? a new constellation maybe?"

Eleonora groaned at her sister's teasing and replied with a little grin that made her tiny nose wrinkle a bit.

"nothing in particular, i just want to observe the moon, isn't she beautiful?"

She crouched near the tiny telescope to observe the natural satellite of earth gazing at it with her curious big blue eyes , Ofelia couldn't care less about the the moon, her gaze was fixed on the funny little expressions of concentrtion and wonder Eleonora was making. Despite having different mothers their bond was probably the only thing that made them both survive in such an abusive environment,Ofelia often thought about that, without Eleonora she wouldn't be able to bear their father's rage or the burden of being the outcast in the family, Margaret never actually showed interest for her neither she did much for her own daughter Eleonora. While the two parents were out attending to parties and balls Ofelia took care of Eleonora with their house elf Dolly,it wasn't much but for her their trio was what she considered family .The age gap between them was of almost 2 years, Ofelia had just celebrated her 11th birthday and soon she would go to Hogwarts.That worried her deeply, she would leave Eleonora for almost two years in that mansion…and that wasn't good. Her train of thoughts was interrupted by Eleonora's sweet voice.

"Ooh look at that!"

Eleonora exclaimed pulling Ofelia by the shoulder to look in the lense, Ofelia squinted her eyes trying to understand what she saw that was so important to notice.

"I gotta be brutally honest with you…i just see a white glowing ball…similar to cheese"

She whined at Ofelia's statement and replied huffing a bit.

"Look better! let me just-"

She traced a figure with her finger on the reflected image of the moon and Ofelia actually started to understand what Eleonora meant, it looked like a girl's side profile.

"it looks like you! look there's even the mole under the eye"

The blonde said looking very proud of her statement, Ofelia rolled her eyes and chuckled seeing her sister so happy warmed her heart.

"Yeah ok now i can brag about the fact my side profile is carved on the moon's surface. And who discovered that? My sweet and talented little sister"

The redhead girl playfully pinched Eleonora's cheeks, the younger girl chuckled happily making those cute freckles move slightly. Ofelia smiled warmly at her, she was her joy, her little star, her hope and strenght.

"They look like stars you know?"

She blurted out fixing few messy blonde strands out of her sisters's round puffy face

"My freckles? Nah Dad says they make my face look dirty"

She said touching her own face almost to cover it.

"Don't listen to that man. like never. ugh"

Ofelia gently took her tiny hands in hers and squeezed them as she talked

"They don't look just like stars, they are made of stardust!" She stated trying to sound the more convincing she could.

"Stardust? really!?" Eleonora gasped touching her cheeks with a curious expression,Ofelia nodded and kept going.

"Mhmh! That's because you always have your nose up looking at the night sky! no wonder some stardust fell on your face!"

The older sister looked at how her little one immediately ran to the mirror to check. the tiny happy smile on her lips made Ofelia understand she was believing her.

"Come on star girl we gotta sleep now."

Ofelia mumbled taking her hand and guiding her to bed, she let Eleonora go under the thick covers and tucked her well so she would stay warm. When she moved to walk to her own bed Ofelia was stopped by a tiny grip on her nightgown. She turned around to see Eleonora gripping on the white cloth, she had a sad look, one of a lost puffskein puppy.

"Lelia…can you please stay here for a bit?"

Ofelia sighed and sat on the bed, she took Eleonora's unicorn plush and placed it in her arms like every night

"Of course little star.I'm not leaving till you are finally sleeping."

Eleonora squeezed her plush and with a drowsy mumble she said

"Don't leave…"

"Ok i can sleep here if yo-"

"Don't leave for Hogwarts…Or at least take me with you"

Ofelia's heart broke hearing her sister's pleading voice, she softly caressed Eleonora's forehead trying to soothe her

"I can't do that,you know it…But in just a little more than a year you will be in Hogwarts too, we will explore every corner and go to Hogsmeade to buy tons of sweets"

Eleonora seemed to be distracted by the images of a lighthearted life full of freedom Ofelia was narrating while combing her blonde locks. Seeing it was working Ofelia kept talking trying to make Eleonora bear the situation better.

"Hogwarts also has a massive astronomy tower you know? with a huuuge telescope, ancient starmaps and everything you can dream of."

Eleonora looked at Ofelia with curiosity and wonder as sleep was slowly taking over her body

"Really?"

"Really."

The blonde girl snuggled under the covers as she finally calmed down. Ofelia laid next to her and smiled gesturing towards the moon with her pale hand

"Whenever you miss me, look at the Moon. When it's not full yet it will mean i'm smiling at you, and i certainly expect you to smile back uh! Ok?"

Eleonora chuckled softly at the silly idea, but honestly she would feel less alone knowing they were under the same sky

"And when the moon is full, i want you to study everything about it, i want the cute sketches and the silly doodles understood?I want to see them all in your letters"

She spoke softly as she noticed Eleonora was finally falling asleep. Her blue eyes closed after a soft nod and her breathing became heavy and slow ,Ofelia kissed her forehead and whispered her last few words before sleep would take over her too

"I'll be your Moon and you can be my Stars…always together, holding hands in the vast darkness of the night sky"

No matter how dark the sky is, The Moon and her Stars will always shine trough, and when the light of the Moon is not enough The Stars will surround her with their spark guiding her across the sky till morning comes.

Like a sister reaching for the other

Holding her hand firmly while they walk side by side towards an uncertain future

They don't know where they are going or who they will become

They just have eachother for now

And that's enough.

[sad-trash-pigeon]

2023 appreciation post :)

i hope everyone has amazing health and experiences all kinds of love in the new year. i just hope this new year is absolutely incredible for everyone. y'all deserve only the best in 2024 <33

@swiftieannah you're so sweet and amazing and literally the funniest person ever like oml. i love hanging out with you and you're the best friend ever i'm so happy i met you. ily bbg 😍😍

@brokenmiirror ahagshabga you're amazing and have been such a cool person to talk to. it's lovely having writer mutuals, especially ones who love the outsiders. you're actually so cool like oml you just give off the best vibes <3

@melancholymelomaniac you scare me ngl. like how do you always find every sad post i make?? you seem really chill and just give off the best vibes. like you're spooky, but also really fucking cool <3

@if-i-could-give-u-the-moon you were one of my first mutuals which is like super cool. you're amazing and i love the playlist you made me :)

@skilletthescarletspaghet i love your blog so muchh <3 and your current theme is amazing. you're so cool and sweet and ahhh

@ray-of-midnight-storm you are one of the nicest people i have ever talked to on tumblr. like ahsvshba how are you so sweet and amazing and??? ilysm <33

@lost-in-reveriie your blog is absolute stunning. like oml. your introduction post is so prettyy :) you're absolutely amazing and i'm so happy to have you as one of my mutuals <3 you give off the best vibes

@kirireyn for a long time i thought your two blogs were two separate people.. like an embarrassingly long time. you're amazing and i love your (now only??) blog <33

@just-sarah-xx ahh you're absolutely incredible <33 libras are some of my favorite people, ngl. you're an amazing person and ilyy

@rosees3ray you're a really cool person in general, but also i love your art <33 i need to follow your art blogg

@gently-decaying-flowers you're so sweet and amazing and ilyy <3 we've been mutuals for awhile and you're just always incredible. i love your different blog names, you always choose the best ones!!

@sleepy-vix ahh you're one of my favorite solitaire mutuals <33 i love your blog, it gives the vibe of messy poetry. like poems written in fits of inspiration on anything that's close, like a napkin or table. and like in a good way

@sleepinginmygrave your blog theme is absolutely amazing oml. you give off the coolest most poetic vibes <3 like thinking about poetry and looking at rain by candlelight, if that makes sense

@a-beautiful-fool you're actually so fucking cool. i loved talking about poetry and the outsiders and stuff with you :) stay gold, lou <3

@nellysview i think you were one of my first mutuals !! i love your blog and you just seem so genuinely cool <3

@nothing-is-black-and-white you were one of my first mutuals and ilyy <33

@ast3ria-blue you were one of my first ever mutuals and one of the people that got me onto solitaire tumblr :)

@chlorine1 we've been mutuals for awhile and have talked a bit :)) you seem like a really cool person <3

@ava-taylors-version i love your poetry so much, oml <3 when i got poetry through asks from you it was the highlight of my day <33 ily and happy new years :)

@wib-was-here you seem so cool. like you play base and have a snake?? that's fucking awesome. idk you just give off immaculate vibes

@itsbitter we don't interact much but i absolutely adore your blog <3 you're one of those people that just gives off insanely cool vibes, yk?

@stranglingfigs you were one of my first mutuals 6 months ago when i started this blog :)) ily and i love your blog so much. i also really appreciate your use of y'all in your introduction post :)

this is in no particular order and i love you all!! i'm sorry if i forgot some people, i just woke up lmao

[stupidloafofbread]

(alright, gonna do it now)

WTPB!Helly Whitelake: So...uhh...*drops off Past!WTPB!Poli, Jin, and Rita. Poli and Rita's colors are muted versions of their "present day" palette, Poli does not have his headlights yet, and Jin wears a sweater and no hairband (at this time Jin is 6, Poli is 1, and Rita is 3...so don't ask how tf will Human!Poli be 24 at this timeline)

Helly Whitelake: Now good luck with taking care of a young kid, a scaredy cat, and someone too enthusiastic for petting tigers.

Past!Rita: Where?!

Helly Whitelake: Also, this guy.

*Drops off MD!Helly. He wears a white polo that seems more like a dress due to its size, a pin similar to Helly's logo on the left chest, and a topless cap. He also wears brown gloves and boots, worn down by time and frostbite. His "hair" is blonde and messy, although his right is covered by hair for some reason. His visor is green as well.*

Helly Whitelake: Goodluck! *Disappears into a portal*

They just stare in shock-

So uh-

Ooh a murder drones version of me :D

Who's taking who-

I'll take one of the younger ones!

Okay but who-

Hm..The younger version of Jin! It can't be that hard to deal with her, right?

I'm stealing that version of myself. Screw all of you.

Helly wtf-

No, leave them to Bread. Aka the one who actually knows like half the lore of md-

I hate it here :D

Okay back on track. So who's watching over younger rita and younger poli?

I guess I'll watch over younger rita-

So Roy is stuck with the younger version of Poli!

Since when was that decided-

Right now, since I doubt Poli would wanna look after himself and plus, I'm busy dealing with calls and I think poli might be busy as well?

Yep, sorry Roy.

You ain't sorry-

Anyways. At least we got that figured out!

I still hate it here-

(yay :D I'm sorry if I do/get something wrong, I just woke up lmao-)

[bd-charlie]

homestuck sleep headcanons. hand em over :gun: :gun:

i meaaannnn if you guys InSist.....

john/june: already talked about it but yeah, sort of a messy sleeper!

rose: she strikes me as someone who will fall asleep in 2 seconds flat and wake up just as fast.

dave: dave will cling onto you in his sleep which sounds nice until he starts sleeptalking directly into your ear canal

jade: she definitely sleepwalks. on the battleship at least several times someone has found her just standing in a random place zonked the fuck out. including their own bedrooms which is scary as fuck.

tavros: is like a cartoon character sleep talker. "why yes rufio i am super awesome... you want to be best friends forever? well how can i say no?" etc etc.

sollux: indecipherable sleep schedule. someone give this man a bedtime.

feferi: keeps trying to swim while asleep. makes her very difficult to sleep next to. she's also definitely a cuddlebug though.

karkat: frustratingly adorable which fills all his loved ones with unmitigated glee. nobody tell him.

eridan: probably snores. probably puts his whole entire body into latching on whatevers next to him and snuggling it to death.

aradia: very normal, very peaceful. gotta save that weirdgirl energy for when she's awake. she wakes up pretty easily throughout the night and if she's next to someone she'll wake them up to tell them about her dreams.

kanaya: also very normal except for when she tries to bite her wife in her sleep. stop that.

terezi: a disaster. definitely steals all the blankets for herself

vriska: also a disaster. definitely steals the blankets back from terezi, and war begins.

gamzee: pretty normal sleeper but I don't think he has any sense of sleep schedule at all. karkat will send him a message at 8 am(or the troll equivalent- something something) and he'll reply at like 3pm "sOrRy BrO jUsT wOkE uP lMaO"

nepeta: falls asleep anywhere that's warm like the little cat creature she is. probably has tried to hunt in her sleep.

equius: he has a very strict sleep schedule and sets his alarms accordingly. i feel like routine is pretty important for him.

jane: she wears the scrooge fit to sleep. that's all.

roxy: snores like a turbo jet and drools all over the pillow.

dirk: like an absolute corpse of a man. is he alive.

jake: will punch and kick and writhe and snore and have animated conversations and all sorts of unholy combinations of the above.

[theboytatu]

anon back from a week ago re: bbh being a messy bitch who likes drama and his ability to shape his fans opinions. still would love your take on this topic if you don't mind

i am sooo sorry omg i have the attention span of an alcoholic toddler!!!! yes ok so I don't have that many examples on hand because i'm not a library of exo content, all my bookmarks on twt are a mess ugh

but re: manipulation and what i would actually call being an expert at exploiting an atmosphere but everyone else calls being an attention whore

exhibit A: him "drunk texting" fans on bubble during exo fanmeet in april. mind you this was right in the middle of the legal battle with SM which we had no idea about at the time. fans were so emotional - first exo performance as a full group in over 3 years, baekhyun fresh off his military life, yadda yadda yadda - he was pretty drunk from the post concert dinner the group had. yet later we found out idols need to review messages THREE TIMES before sending anything on bubble lmao 😭 i'm not saying he was faking it - i'm saying even drunk he knew exactly what these texts were gonna do to the fans. he is that good at riling people up like that + preemptively digging his parasocial nails into the fandom cause he knew shit was about to hit the fan.... I love his mind

exhibit B: the most recent example and something that had me crawling up the walls. i'm not saying he faked it or that he planned to fall asleep on purpose during a livestream, i completely believe baekhyun is careless and overworked enough to do that. what makes me scream into a pillow is the way he was UNFAZED by that shit when he woke up. had his manager blowing up his phone asking him to wake up and +40k people hearing him moan in his sleep and he woke up and stayed in the livestream. FOR 30 MORE MINUTES. he laughed it off and started joking teasing people etc etc like he genuinely dgaf.

might I add this pattern of starting twitter lives early in the morning only started after the comeback which i think is very interesting. i dont think its a coincidence at all but i need to gather my thoughts on that

exhibit C: not manipulative per se but this fucking clip is so insane to me i love how the worst things happened to exo completely unprompted it's like seeing an episode of the office. anyway baekhyun taking one for the team and distracting fans with his silly little dance.. THAT'S RIGHT HE'S THE GUY THAT STEPPED UP. and i think it showcases his quick thinking and social skills perfectly cause the rest of these men were frozen in place with half their asses out but baek just took it like a champ lol. he just wants to be seen <3 and told he's done a good job <3 give him all the praises please

exhibit D: this horrible fucking live. just baekhyun as a whole in superm.... like he's not dumb he knew nctzens were eating him up and shipping him w taeyong and what did he do? he went ahead and gave them exactly what they wanted.. while wrapping taeyong around his little finger might I add. now i think irl baekhyun and taeyong aren't that close, they're like those friends from work that you genuinely like but it's not someone you would seek out outside of pretty specific social settings. but baekhyun isn't fucking stupid he knew nctzens were a segment of kpop fans he could tap into and either turn into his own fans or he could get slapped in the face by exols turning on him.

anyways this is so fucking long im sorry to ppl following me i'm on mobile and can't make a read more. no one cares about the weird things i only notice about baekhyun but yes there's more to it i just dont have links for most things... but there's not a lot of specific examples idk once you notice it you just watch content with baekhyun and it becomes pretty clear.

[corvusblackk]

HI:) its so good to see you back!

Recently I had a weird experience and I can’t really place it? Sorry if its messy, also if you don’t have an answer its okay just ignore it:)

So I woke up around 6 in the morning and went back to sleep around 7am. I got into a state between wakefulness and sleeping. But in a way which is similar to lucid dreaming. It was pitch dark and I felt so numb and floaty. I could clearly hear loud buzzing in my ears, it was maddening istg.. I started seeing things and I started trying to touch them and feel them. After some time I thought “Im going to fall into my dr right now” and i started falling down…. Like I felt as if my bed had been tilted, I got so excited and it stopped lmao… Then i became aware of my body and sadly woke up? I tried to trigger this state again and i succeeded but I was barely conscious, then I woke up and tried again, I entered this state again but sadly i fell asleep.

I have no clue what happened because I had lucid dreams before and they were different but still similar in some way:,)

I have been using Stats and hypnagogia to shift and affirm a lot recently, could that be behind it :)? what do you think?

Hey, that sounds similar to the void state as it is usually an empty space where you’re floaty and don’t feel your body because you’re pure consciousness.

I agree with you, hypnagogic state and sats might be the case as well, or it could be all these things together, I think that’s possible.

Either way, try to stay calm next time and use your 5 senses to anchor your body in your dr, you could also affirm, whatever method you prefer.