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thewritingbeforesunrise · 2 months ago

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I Wanna Be Yours.

18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI

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I was listening to the song “I Wanna Be Yours” by Arctic Monkeys when the idea for this fic came into my mind.

A special thank you to @its-interesting-van-kleep for proofreading and listening to my ramblings over this! ❤️

Pairing: Jake x female reader

Word count: 6.3K

Warnings: NSFW 18+ONLY, graphic sexual content, thigh riding, oral (m! and f! receiving), protected penetrative sex.

Summary: Insomnia leads to unexpected turns of events.

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A loud groan echoed into your room, followed by the dull sound of something heavy hitting the carpeted floor.

You couldn't believe it.

You were so close.

Just one more minute would have sufficed, but clearly, your vibrator had other plans, that included dying in the middle of its duty.

Insomnia had always been a constant in your life since you were little.

You tried everything you could to overcome it. Your friends suggested yoga, relaxing ambience music, incense, hot baths with essential oils but you were afraid that the only thing that could save you was a deal with the devil.

The frustration in your chest grew to the point that you felt like you couldn't even breathe properly, despite the window being wide open.

You sat up on the bed and tugged the crumpled bed sheet away from your sweaty body.

Then you stood and changed the t-shirt you had on with a new one, reveling in the feeling of the cool cotton on your flushed skin.

You needed to get out of that room.

Maybe you would find some needed rest on the couch in the living room. And maybe a cup of tea could help you relax.

You made your way to the kitchen on tiptoes and in the dark, trying not to wake your roommate who was sleeping in the bedroom right next to yours.

You turned the kettle on and were on the tip of your toes trying to grab a mug from the upper cabinet when someone clearing their throat behind you made you squeak and jump, almost causing you to lose the grip you had on the mug.

“Fuck, Jake, you scared me,” you hissed towards him. His silhouette was barely visible, but you could see that he was facing you and there was a beer bottle on the table in front of him.

You huffed, regretting leaving your room altogether.

“Hi, sweetheart. I'm happy to see you, too” he greeted you, his tone condescending and irritating, like always.

“What brings you here on this fine night? You heard me coming downstairs and you were dying to see me, weren't you?” he went on taking a sip from the bottle, slowly.

“That's none of your business, Jake, and no, I didn't hear you or I wouldn't be here.” You hissed and he scoffed at your words.

“Don't worry, I just need to make a cup of tea and then the kitchen is all yours.” You went on, whispering impatiently.

He was the last person you wanted to see and it showed from the way you glared at him.

And you could sense the sentiment was mutual, since he kept trying to tease you.

The relationship between the two of you had always been like that. You kept teasing each other every chance you got and, ultimately, someone (usually him) pushed it too far, resulting in you ignoring him until you both forgot what had happened. It was a pain chain.

The tension was always palpable.

“Oh please, be my guest,” he said, kicking out a chair towards you, signaling you to sit down with his outstretched hand.

You did as you were told with a huff and heard the smirk in his voice when he spoke again.

“You didn't answer my question,” he said.

You huffed, annoyed.

He really wasn't able to mind his own business.

“I can't sleep, ok? And now that you know it? I don't think you can do anything about it.” You answered him, harshly.

Your patience was wearing thin.

“And what about you, what are you doing here at three in the morning? You don't have one of your girls to spend the night with?” You inquired, maliciously.

He snickered at your remark.

Now that your eyes had finally adjusted to the darkness, you could see him better.

And what you saw made a strange shiver run down your spine.

He was shirtless and his hair looked a bit disheveled, but the sly smirk he was sporting was what made your blood boil the most.

“I sense a little jealousy in your tone, sweetheart,” He whispered sultrily.

“That's just disgust, Jake” you rolled your eyes “and don't you dare call me sweetheart.”

He laughed heartily and shook his head.

“You are feisty tonight. Did something happen?” He asked then.

You groaned at his incredible ability to read you perfectly.

You hated him.

“I just can't sleep, ok Sherlock?” You hissed.

He was about to speak again when the kettle started whistling.

You stood and poured yourself a cup.

When you turned back around, he was already watching you with a strange glint in his eyes.

“That won't help you, you know this, right?” He said pointing to the steaming mug in your hands.

“So, what's going to help me, according to you, Insomnia Guru?” You snarled.

“You just have to let your body relax,” he said, like it was some kind of divine revelation.

“Wow, thank you Jake, I really didn't know that. As if I haven't already tried.” You exhaled and then grasped your head in your hands in defeat.

“Oh, believe me, I know that.” He said then knowingly, and you froze in your spot.

What the hell did that mean?

He didn't hear you, did he?

You slowly raised your head and, when you reluctantly met his eyes, he went on with a devilish smirk on his lips.

“And from what I gathered, it didn't end like you hoped.” He went on, in a mocking tone that had an uncontrollable need to punch him raise in your chest.

When you glared at him, he only raised his eyebrows suggestively.

“Fuck you, Jake” you hissed. Then you grabbed your mug and started walking towards your room ready to put as much distance between you and him.

You knew for sure that you weren't going to sleep a wink anyway, considering the anger growing in your chest.

“Wait-” his voice, deep and raspy, echoed in the room the moment your foot touched the first step.

You didn't know why but you stopped.

“Come here” he said, and again, you obeyed him, like in a frenzy.

He had turned on the chair and was now facing you.

You found yourself in front of him with no recollection of how you ended there.

He was so close that you could feel the heat radiating from his body and suddenly, all you wanted was for him to touch you.

You shivered when you realized that all this time you had been there in just a t-shirt and panties and nothing more.

And your eyes widened when you noticed that he was wearing very short pajama shorts. That simple cotton garment was hugging his thighs deliciously. His muscles caused the fabric to visibly stretch and you had to bite your lower lip not to whimper out loud at the sight.

Jake had been your roommate for over a year now and you had found yourself staring at him from time to time. He was a handsome man, but his know-it-all attitude really irked you. Not to mention the many girls that came and went from his room every once in a while. They especially came, for the absolute displeasure of your ears, and he loved bragging about it every chance he got.

He saw you gawking at him and smirked, removing the mug from your hands gently and patting his thigh.

“C'mon sweetheart, take a seat. Let me help you relax,” he patted his thigh again and you felt yourself fall under his spell.

He placed a warm hand on your hip and squeezed lightly making your legs feel like jelly.

“Stop overthinking sweetheart. I won't bring this up in the morning, I promise.” He whispered and his eyes were sincere.

After a while, you did as you were told but, as you placed your hands on his shoulders, you spoke again trying, and inevitably failing, to seem in control of the situation.

“I'm not your sweetheart, Jacob” you hissed.

When you felt the muscle of his thigh press in between yours, so hot and sturdy, your hard demeanor faltered and your eyes threatened to roll back into your skull.

“There's no need to bring up my full name” He whispered into your ear, gently caressing your hair and making it fall down your back. Then he placed both his hands on your hips and tugged you down flush against his thigh, making you groan and stifle a moan.

“Good girl” he whispered and you whimpered involuntarily, blushing immediately after.

He smirked again, knowingly, at your reaction.

“Oh, you're not my sweetheart. I think you like good girl way better.” He whispered.

His lips touching your ear made you shiver but you ended up moaning his name when he spoke again.

“You'll be my good girl tonight, won't you?”

Your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders upon hearing those words.

“You are so wet and warm here, I can feel you” he went on torturing you with his beautiful voice as you pulsed already against his thigh, feeling your wetness increase by the second.

“Now relax, and use me, take what you need” he said, gently pulling you forward by your hips and pushing you back. The friction he created made your eyes squeeze shut as you started panting heavily already.

You started moving your hips, rubbing yourself against his thigh and reveling in the feeling of his sturdy muscle against your center.

After a while, you had your eyes shut tight, your head was leaning against his shoulder and you were about to reach your much awaited orgasm when he stopped you, grabbing your hips and forcefully detaching you from his thigh.

“Jake, what the fuck?!” you snapped, anger was already bubbling in your chest at his interruption when he had promised to take care of you

“Shut up and take your panties off.” He said, out of breath.

In a second, your panties were laying on the floor, ruined and crumpled.

At that moment, he grabbed your jaw and angled your face downwards, towards his thigh.

Even in the darkness you could see the outcome of your previous actions glistening crystal clear on his skin.

"Can you see it?” He asked, breathing heavily.

You nodded, incapable of forming a single word.

“I want you dripping down my thigh now, alright?” He went on, hissing through gritted teeth.

“Now be my good girl and make a mess all over me” he whispered.

Goosebumps covered your skin at his words.

Your eyes traveled from his to his lips, and down to his chest before moving even lower, stopping abruptly at his crotch.

You gasped at the sight before you.

His shorts were having a hard time concealing his prominent erection that was begging to be set free.

When he guided you back down on his thigh, you both whimpered at the feeling of your bare skin on his already damp one and your eyes rolled back when you saw him slightly twitch in his shorts.

You started riding his thigh faster, guided and encouraged by the firm grip he had on your hips.

Your moans started echoing in the kitchen and you heard him curse under his breath.

Your eyes fell to his crotch again and you saw him palming himself. You felt bad for him so, without thinking, you swatted his hand away and tugged at the elastic of his pants to free him. He wasn't wearing any underwear so it was easier for you to reach his skin.

A loud groan left his lips when he was finally free and you genuinely gasped at the sight of him. He was beautiful and you felt your walls flutter at the sight.

When your hand wrapped loosely around him, he grasped your face and kissed you, making your eyes widened in shock.

But the shock was short-lived. You ended up melting on his lips like chocolate in the sun and you kissed him back almost immediately as you kept moving your hips against his leg. His skin was drenched then, making your movements smooth and electric.

He started placing little kisses down your neck and, suddenly, he tugged your t-shirt up and wrapped his lips around one of your nipples, suckling at it gently while making eye contact and smirking.

As his thumb gently rolled against your clit, you felt the muscle of your legs stiffen.

“I feel how close you are. Be a good girl and come for me now,” He sultrily whispered into your ear, making your back arch. You felt your orgasm hit you gradually. It started from the tip of your toes and spread languidly through your entire body.

You let go of him to grab his shoulders for leverage as your hips moved quickly, chasing your much awaited high.

You leaned your forehead against his shoulder and bit down harshly at his trapezium when you finally reached your orgasm.

He praised you throughout it, helping you ride it out by keeping his strong hands on your hips and guiding your movements that were getting more erratic and uneven.

After the last shockwaves, you slumped onto his body, tired beyond belief. It felt like all the fatigue accumulated during the day fell on you, making even a single movement impossible.

He kept caressing your hair and you relaxed completely against him.

Just as you were about to drift off, Jake moved you from his thigh with a gentle grasp on your hips. The faint sound of your wet skin detaching from his muscle made you both groan.

He sat you down sideways on his other thigh and fixed your t-shirt.

You felt him stifle a whimper when you involuntarily brushed your hand against his crotch in the attempt to grab his shoulder and suddenly you were no longer tired.

He was still hard but he had tucked himself back into his shorts.

“Let's get you to bed. I'm gonna get you tucked in so you can finally get some sleep.” He whispered but you stopped him as he tried to stand.

“I don't want to go to sleep yet,” you mumbled against his neck.

“But-” he tried to say but you interrupted him with a finger on his lips.

“Shhh,” you whispered back, meeting his confused stare with sleepy eyes as you slowly slipped down his thigh until you were kneeling on the floor between his legs.

Your hands caressed his thighs upwards and, when you reached his crotch, you heard him whimper.

He was still painfully hard and the cotton was straining against him.

As you dipped a finger inside his shorts, he clenched his jaw but didn't stop staring down at you closely.

“What are you doing?” He said, trying to look unaffected by everything but failing miserably when his voice faltered.

“You did something for me, it's only fair I return the favour.” You answered truthfully and a little smile spread onto your lips as you saw his jaw clench and his eyes squeeze shut.

A little whimper left his chest when you lowered the elastic band of his shorts to free his length and the smile on your lips turned into a knowing smirk.

He was just as needy and desperate as you were.

“If I were you, I would wipe that little smirk off my face, pet, before I do it myself.” He whispered, caressing your hair and twisting a few strands around his fist to tug a little while trailing the pad of his thumb across your wet bottom lip.

The sight of him towering over you, with his chest covered in a light sheen of sweat and his eyes glinting mischievously made a shiver run down your spine.

His cock was twitching almost imperceptibly, ready for your touch and you were about to reach for it when you hesitated.

His stare was almost intimidating you and your hands started shaking a little.

You were starting to get tangled in your thoughts when a little sound left his lips.

“Please, baby” he whispered and that sound made you snap out of your reverie.

You wanted to hear that little sound again.

You wrapped a hand around him gently and rolled your tongue over the little spot right under the tip.

He cursed at the feeling and tugged off his shorts to spread his legs more, silently begging you to go on.

You started licking up and down his shaft and his hands sank in your hair.The weight and the warmth of it made you crave every inch of him.

When you reached his balls, you twirled your tongue around them and sucked them into your warm mouth making a loud groan echo in the dark silent kitchen.

You kept repeating that motion over and over again and you were feeling your eyelids becoming heavier by the second until he grasped your hair and forcefully separated you from his skin.

“Stop teasing me, please, and I might call you good girl again, since I know how much you love it,” he almost whimpered, panting heavily.

You obeyed and slowly enveloped his tip between your lips, sucking gently and making his head fall backwards with a low growl.

As you sank him deeper down your throat, he started becoming more vocal, making your toes curl and your pussy throb again.

You slowly trailed a hand between your legs to take care of yourself and you moaned around him at the feeling of your fingers slipping easily through your wetness.

When you swallowed around him, he moaned and grasped you by the hair, tugging you forward and making you almost gag.

Your eyelids threatened to close as your movements became sloppier and sloppier around his length. You were downright slobbering all over him and by the unbridled sounds leaving his lips he was loving every second of it.

“Such a needy girl. God, this mouth of yours is heavenly,” he groaned gently thrusting into your mouth.

At that moment, your eyes met his again. As the feeling of his girth started making your jaw hurt, your brain started wondering about how he would feel like buried to the hilt inside your pussy and, unknowingly, you stopped bobbing your head.

His smoldering stare made you almost burn down to your core as his mouth twisted into a devilish smirk.

Maybe all you needed was really a deal with the devil.

But he was no devil.

He just knew what you were thinking. Probably because he was thinking the same thing.

For an unbelievable twist of fate, the moment the thought of having him buried inside you to the hilt crossed your mind, his own was invaded by an irrepressible urge to feel your walls squeeze around him with a death grip.

Suddenly, you two found yourself standing in front of one another.

Your scalp burned where his hand was wrapped around your hair, but the feeling was nothing compared to the absolute craving you felt for him

“I know what you are thinking, pet. And there's only one way to find out.” He whispered onto your lips.

You didn't even give yourself time to overthink about it. You grabbed his hand and took the stairs two steps at a time with him hot on your heels.

Once inside your room, he pressed you against the wall with his naked body and kissed you, stealing your breath away.

After a while, he broke the kiss and placed a single peck on your neck before whispering into your ear.

“Get on the bed, now.”

A shiver ran down your spine at the realization of what was about to happen.

He watched you closely as you obeyed, and when you were settled, he moved towards you.

But suddenly, he stopped abruptly and bent down to retrieve something from the floor.

Your cheeks flushed red when he stood with your dead vibrator in one hand and a devilish smirk on his face.

You hid your face behind your hands ready for him to mock you for it but the snide remarks never came.

Instead, he caressed your shoulder with gentle fingers to get your attention before speaking.

“You should always keep it well charged, you know. Where's the charger?” He whispered making your cheeks flush red even more at the extreme ease that he used when he asked you such a thing.

You were unable to answer him so you just pointed at the last drawer of your nightstand with trembling fingers.

You observed as he bent down and retrieved the charger before plugging it to the wall and then to the toy like it was the most natural thing in the world. You felt your heart flutter at the sight.

Your eyes traveled down the expanse of his muscular back when he was turned and slowly reached his perfect ass. You wanted to feel that supple skin and strong muscles under your fingertips. You always thought he had a nice ass but your mouth watered seeing him like that, in all his naked glory.

When he turned, he caught you staring and approached you with a wolfish look in his dark eyes. He crawled on top of you and you fell down with your back against the mattress, helpless and completely at his mercy.

He took you in so slowly you were afraid that his eyes could incinerate you where you laid.

Then, in a sliver of voice, he spoke.

“Are you really sure about this?” He whispered.

“Yes,” You whispered back without a single doubt.

But you immediately regretted it, in fear of appearing too easy to him.

The fact that he was naked and basically on top of you was making it difficult for you to properly concentrate.

“But this is a one-time thing so don't flatter yourself,” you sharply added, to try and save your face.

“Mhmh,” he mumbled with his usual smirk and he started trailing the tip of his nose along the column of your neck, making you shiver.

His fingers, that were toying with the hem of your t-shirt, slipped under it and lifted the fabric slightly, exposing your naked center to him again.

You shivered as his hand moved further up your body and he stopped again to check on you.

“Still ok?” He whispered.

You were slowly starting to lose your mind.

You needed him. Inside. Immediately.

As an answer, you quickly removed your t-shirt, presenting yourself to him in your birthday suit for the first time.

He cursed and didn't waste time in sucking one of your nipples into his mouth, making your back arch, chasing his lips.

Your eyes squeezed shut because of the intense waves of pleasure coursing through your body and your hands grabbed his biceps to try and keep contact with reality.

His whisper of your name in your ear made you whimper.

“Do you have a condom?” He asked, sitting up.

“Yeah. First drawer.” You said as your eyes traveled down his chest.

He opened it and a little laugh made you frown.

A louder one quickly followed.

“What's so funny?” You said, a little worried.

“I can't believe this. This is the same box you had last time I asked you for a condom. When was it? Three months ago? And back then it was new. And now only one is missing… the one you gave me. Oh, pet, that's why insomnia is bothering you. You really need some action to let out your frustrations.” He said nonchalantly and you felt your blood start boiling again.

You pushed him off you, outraged by his words.

“Fuck you, Jake!” You hissed, already looking for your t-shirt to cover yourself.

“No, wait, I didn't mean it like that at all.” His eyes widened when he understood the enormous mistake he made.

“Oh really?! And what the fuck did you mean?” You hissed again feeling betrayed as fresh tears started welling up in your eyes.

You hated yourself for letting your guard down with him. For trusting him in the first place. You wanted to disappear altogether.

“I meant that you should have come knocking on my door way sooner. I would have helped you.” He said matter-of-factly, like it was the most usual thing in the world.

You scoffed at his smug, full-of-himself demeanor. You wanted to slap him.

“Of course, like that's the easiest thing in the world. Knock-knock, hey Jake it's me, I'm so frustrated. I was just wondering if you could just fuck me senseless so that I can sleep. Yeah, easy,” you answered him, amazed by the absolute audacity that man possessed.

“Wanna bet that you can sleep like a baby after I'm done with you?” he whispered sultrily wrapping a hand around his cock while licking his lower lip suggestively.

You scoffed yet again. “You are so fucking sure of yourself, Jake. As if I'm going to let you touch me after how you just treated me.” You really hated him.

“I mean it, but you can just enjoy the show if you prefer.” He winked at you and sat down at the end of the bed facing you with a hand propping himself up behind him and his legs spread while his other hand moved languidly up and down his length.

His face scrunched up in pleasure and your resolve quickly crumbled. The more his hand quickened, the more your need to feel him inside grew.

In a second, you made up your mind and you were on top of him.

“Stop. Since you are so sure of yourself, prove it. I wanna feel you inside.” You whispered onto his lips and he pushed you back on the bed with his body.

He kissed you hard and you felt his hips shift against yours.

You thought he was going to enter you immediately but he didn't. He wanted to take his sweet time with you.

He broke the kiss and kept a relentless eye contact as he lowered towards your center.

“This is to make up for what I said earlier” he kissed your inner thigh before nipping at the muscle with his teeth, making you whimper.

“And to make it clear that I mean business.” He whispered, right before licking a slow broad stripe against your slit.

Still sensitive from earlier, your body tried to pull away from the intense feeling, but, at the same time, needed more.

His mouth felt so hot against your center that your body covered in goosebumps and you bunched up the sheets into your fists at your sides, digging your nails into the fabric.

His pointed tongue kept licking you up and down and when, finally, he sucked your clit into his mouth your hands slipped into his hair holding him in place.

A loud whimper echoed into the room when he flicked your clit repeatedly with his tongue and your thighs closed around his head, trapping him there.

He groaned then and the delicious vibrations made your back arch abruptly.

Now you understood why all the girls he brought home seemed unable to stay quiet when they were locked in his room. You always cursed them because you thought they were making a scene and just wanted to make you, his female roommate, jealous.

At that moment you learned it wasn't the case. He was just so good it was impossible to keep silent.

Your legs clamping around his face didn't stop him. He seemed completely lost in what he was doing and kept rutting his hips against the mattress. What he was doing was affecting him too and the mere idea had you moaning out his name again and again.

Suddenly, he untangled himself from your legs and lifted up his face to speak.

“Is it ok if I use my fingers too?” He said with his raspy voice and glistening face. His eyes were burning and showcased a need you had never seen.

You breathed out a little yes and he immediately obliged.

He caressed your center with gentle fingers and, when he used his thumbs to spread your outer labia, you shivered.

He licked at you again, tracing his tongue around your entrance over and over to be sure you were wet enough for him.

Your hands were gripping the pillow on either side of your head in anticipation and you were unable to pry your eyes from his focused face.

You felt your eyes roll back when he met your eyes, winked and let a string of saliva dribble from his tongue to your center, before spreading it on your skin with his thumb.

You felt like your heart was ready to burst out of your chest the more he edged you.

A single whispered plea left your lips and he cursed at the sound of your already fucked-out voice.

Immediately after, his middle finger slid all the way inside you and your mouth opened in a silent moan.

Instead of moving his finger in and out, he curled it upwards gently and you screamed his name, feeling the need to grab his wrist and keep him there forever.

He did that again and again, increasing the pressure every time.

“I'm going to add another, pet,” he whispered and you stopped breathing altogether.

“But I need you to breathe,” he whispered against your bent knee, looking you in the eyes.

“No wait. I can't. I'm afraid I'm going to cum already if you keep that up,” you whined covering your face.

“Well, that's the plan. Relax for me and breathe” He whispered and sounded so sexy you were afraid you might implode.

“Ok” you whispered back, biting your bottom lip to try and conceal your moans.

You failed miserably, because the moment he inserted a second digit, you moaned his name out loud, feeling your walls clamping down around his fingers.

The smirk he was sporting after that was massive and you wanted to tell him off but the moment your mouth opened, both his fingers curled inside of you, hitting your g-spot.

A moan of his name echoed loud and clear in the room and he groaned. He kept massaging that spot over and over again while his lips wrapped around your clit.

Involuntarily your hands grasped your breasts and your fingers started toying with your hardened nipples making the feeling of your approaching orgasm intensify through your body.

You felt your walls spasm around his fingers and he noticed too. The sensation was too overwhelming and you were having a hard time controlling your hips that kept bucking against his hand.

“There she is. Just like this. Take what's yours” he whispered, watching you with rapt attention as your orgasm hit you.

Your vision went completely blank and everything turned eerily quiet.

You couldn't feel your body at all, but you were aware that your heart was beating incredibly fast.

Suddenly, you felt something warm and soft against your cheek.

“Are you here on Planet Earth with me, pet?” Jake whispered, caressing your cheek with gentle fingers.

When you finally opened your eyes, he was towering over you, with a concerned expression in his dark eyes and a little nervous smile on his lips.

“Are you ok?” He asked again when you didn't answer the first time.

You nodded and watched as he visibly relaxed.

You felt incredibly sleepy but still, you were aware of the fact that he was still painfully hard. You could feel him against your thigh, pulsating and leaking.

“Are you tired?” He whispered into the crook of your neck, while his fingers combed through your disheveled hair.

“Yes, I am…” you answered and were about to continue but he interrupted you.

“You should sleep. I'll get out of your way.” he whispered back and was already starting to stand up when you grasped his wrist.

“Where do you think you are going? I think you were trying to prove a point. You really want to throw in the towel now?” You purred and saw his eyes darken at your words.

“You should know I never back down.” he whispered back against your lips.

Your hand slowly made its way down his chest and wrapped around his cock making him whimper.

You stroked him a few times watching mesmerized as he twitched and leaked in your hand but soon you stopped.

“Prove it.” You whispered against his lips.

“Alright, pet. I'm gonna give it to you good.” He said and gently turned your body on your side, so your head could lean comfortably against your pillow.

Then, he maneuvered himself so he was laying on his side behind you, spooning you.

You faintly heard as he put on the condom and suddenly his body was flush against yours. His chest against your back, his hips against your ass and his legs bent at the same angle as yours. Everything you were feeling at that moment was Jake.

You felt his warm breath against the back of your neck and you shivered.

“I need you to relax completely” he said, placing the arm on which he was laying underneath your neck and caressing from your shoulder to your hip with the other hand.

Then he traced his fingers up and down your back a few times, making you effectively relax.

“Are you ready?” He whispered into your hair, while stroking the tip of his cock up and down your slit, and making your back arch.

“Yeah, please Jake. I need you inside” you whispered not even remotely ashamed of the pleading, desperate tone of your voice.

With a hand wrapped around your hip, he pushed all the way inside excruciatingly slow with a drawn out groan that made you shiver and your mouth hang open in a silent scream of pleasure.

You were petrified by pleasure. Unable to utter a single word or to even move an inch, your brain was entirely occupied but the absolute feeling of fullness he was providing you. You had never experienced anything even remotely similar. Not even your vibrator made you feel like that.

In the back of your mind, you already knew that the whole “I'm not going to bring this up in the morning” thing was a bad idea, but you played along nonetheless.

You were already addicted to him now. It could only backfire in the future.

But, at that moment, your mind was completely blank. The euphoric feeling of Jake's member deliciously stretching your walls was everything you could comprehend.

He was already panting behind you and breathing sweet words of encouragement into your ears.

“You feel so good. God, you are like heaven.” he whimpered loudly, squeezing your hip with his hand.

“I'm going to move, alright?” He whispered and you felt him pull almost all the way out before starting to slide back in. Your walls spasmed and contracted around him, making him stop with an hiss.

“Pet, please, relax.” He said, groaning. “If you keep squeezing me like this I'm going to cum.”

You took a deep breath and tried your best to relax. You focused on the scorching hot feeling of his sweaty body flush against yours. It was one of the best sensations you had ever felt.

You felt him exhale a relieved breath when finally you relaxed enough for him to start moving and you had to bite your lip when he bottomed out inside you.

He set a steady slow rhythm and you felt yourself melt against him.

You had never had sex in that position, but you already loved it. It allowed you to feel him completely, every ridge and vein of his cock, and every sound and whimper coming from his mouth. It was so intimate that you knew you were going to soak your panties every time you thought about it. He enveloped you completely, monopolizing your senses with his presence.

His hand moved from your hip to your breasts, massaging the skin languidly while he praised you.

“You are such a good girl. Look at you, taking me so well.” He whispered and you sobbed out a moan. His name came out of your mouth in a needy whimper that had him biting your shoulder.

You felt yourself dripping all over him and you moaned his name again.

Suddenly, he bent the arm that was laying under your neck to grasp your shoulder to keep you still and flush against him and his other hand squeezed your hip again.

His rhythm quickened until he was slamming his hips against your ass, panting heavily.

Your orgasm was around the corner and you started countering his thrusts pushing your hips against his, feeling him impossibly deep inside of you.

You were unable to utter a single word. The only thought in your brain was made up of four words that kept repeating over and over like a mantra.

I wanna be yours.

“I wanna be yours”

You were too lost in pleasure to notice that the voice kept echoing in your brain because you were whispering it out loud before you came.

When he heard what you were saying his nails dug into your skin and he let out a wailing scream, spilling into the condom. He kept thrusting a few seconds more bringing you both over the edge of overstimulation before he stopped.

He didn't unwrap himself from around you though, he kept you so close you felt like one.

When finally he slipped out of you, he placed a little kiss in the middle of your back.

“I'm going to get you cleaned up. Give me a second and I'll be back.” He whispered.

After a minute he was back, but you didn't hear anything. You were already fast asleep.

He cleaned you up gently and then covered you up with your bed sheets.

Then he silently left your room.

Before shutting the door, he whispered something only he could hear.

“I'd love that, pet.”

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daddyslilchickenfingers2 · 11 months ago

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Slutmas Day 5

Double Stuffed (Matt+Nate)

Request: No (I actually hate this so much so please be nice, I know it sucks)

Warnings: Double vaginal penetration, fwb!Nate, use of marijuana, use of ma/mamas, voyeurism if you squint, slight daddy kink, boys kissing (just to please y/n) lmk if I missed any

“You think you can take two dicks?” “We’re both dying to be inside you”

Group Chat

Homies 😮‍💨

Matt🪼

i’m bored, wanna hang out?

Y/n🪩

i’m down

i just got back from the dispo, do you guys wanna come over and smoke?

Chris🍊

you guys choose the one day i’m fucking busy

Nate🎱

oh i’m for sure coming

Nick🦜

as much as i’d love to go, i already made plans with madi 🥺

i’ll be there in spirit tho 😙

Matt🪼

bet! let me get changed n pick nate up then we’ll be there

Y/n🪩

be fast

Nate🎱

don’t be impatient

Real Life

Nate’s pov

I was so happy that Y/n invited us over after Matt said he was bored. I got even happier when she told us she just got weed. We haven’t hung out in like two weeks too so we’re also gonna catch up a bit. I grabbed my phone and put my shoes on before waiting on Matt, once he was finished getting ready, he picked me up and we started driving. “Hey Nate, can I lowkey confess something?” Matt asked me in a serious tone as he drove.

“Yeah of course man, what’s up?” I responded, “I- uh I don’t know how to say it without it being weird but I feel like whenever we smoke with Y/n/n…” he trailed off, trying to think of better wording. Matt just blurted out “…all I can ever think about is all the different ways I know I could make her cum. You know, like I think about is how many times I could make her cum by doing a specific thing” I laughed at Matt’s dramatic sigh at the end.

“Dude… now you’re gonna have ME thinking about that shit all night! Now that you mention it though, I have had dreams about making her cum and would love to see how many times I could make it happen!” I joked back. “We’re bad friends bro! Let’s try not to do that all night, and don’t look at me with your stupid little obvious faces” he chuckled as we pulled into Y/n’s driveway. Immediately, we were greeted by Y/n, she looked so cute in her shorts, and tank top with her messy bun/clip.

“Matty! Nathan!” she yelled while opening the front door, she knows how much Matt hate being called that, and that’s why she does it. We went into her house and got comfy around the coffee table, “Here” Y/n gesture towards the table. “I just got my nails done so one of you has to roll” she giggled as she jumped into the blanket on the couch.

3rd person pov

The boys laughed at their friend before they sat in front of the table and rolled three joints each. “Scoot over I want some blanket!” Matt yelled, nudging his best friend so she’d move. “Oww, you boney fuck! No kisses for you tonight!” she jokingly said back as Matt dug his elbow into her ribs. Eventually, all three of us took and lit a joint, nobody really saying anything until their first one was gone.

“Can I take my shirt off? It’s not hot, I just wanna be more comfortable” Matt asked, “Can I take my pants off? I wanna be more comfy too” Nate added with a pout. “You know you guys don’t have to ask to do things, right?” Y/n/n laughed at her two friends as they stood up to remove their clothing. “Yeah I know, but I didn’t want to just randomly stand up and pull my pants off in front of you” Nate laughed, “Oh, if I wanted to be more comfortable, I’d just take off my pants or shirt i don’t give a fuck” she laughed back while standing up.

Y/n’s pov

As I got up to go plug my phone in, Nate harshly slapped my ass, giving it a quick squeeze, “We know. Just look at that outfit… you look like a hoe!” Nate said in a fake serious tone, causing us all to laugh. I sat back down while rolling my eyes as I handed the boys their second joint, which we quickly started smoking. “Yeah Y/n/n, you always wear slutty outfits around us. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you like us seeing your body” Matt smirked at Nate, on my other side.

“Shut up, I do not! I just find my body sexy and like to show it off. Stop acting like you’re not a literal sex icon” I shoved Matt. Nate pulled me closer to him, immediately messing with Matt, you see, the thing is that Nate and I have been hooking up for a little over a year. Meaning we’re friends with benefits, which explains why we’re always so touchy. Nate placed one of his hands on my inner thigh near my pussy, lightly teasing my clit trough the layers of clothes.

Once we finished our second joints, Matt seems to finally notice Nate’s hand, which had now moved my shorts and panties to the side. At this point, Nate was now full-on rubbing my bare clit, I was so high right now that I honestly didn’t give a fuck that Matt was right there. Anyways, Matt saw Nate’s hand when he turned to look at me, the room now being silent since the movie we were watching ended.

3rd Person pov

Nate was just mindlessly scrolling through his phone until his brother spoke. “Oh my god- Nate!!” he gasped, “Huh?” the younger asked, unamused by Matt’s outburst. “Dude, why are rubbing Y/n’s clit!? And why in front of me!?” Matt yelled, confused and completely unaware of the conversation the other two had a week prior.

•FLASHBACK STARTS•

3rd Person pov

Nate and Y/n were making out after he ate her out, slightly dirty talking in between kisses. Wanting to tease Nate a bit, Y/n pulled away to start speaking, lightly cupping the side of his face. “I wish you would grow a beard like Matt, he looks so hot when he doesn’t shave” she pouted.

This made Nate get slightly more possessive, clenching his jaw in jealousy. “Oh, so you wanna fuck him now too? Fucking whore!” Nate groaned. “I just wanna know how his beard would feel between my legs” the older girl pouted, resulting in Nate slamming into her.

Y/n wasn’t ready so it kind of hurt, but that pain quickly turned into pleasure as Nate continued to roughy thrust into her. “Such a whore! You want us both to fucking destroy you, huh? Maybe I’ll make it happen for you one day, babe” he teased. “Please!” she cried out, knowing Nate was definitely gonna have his fun with her now that he’s jealous.

•FLASHBACK ENDS•

Real Life

Matt’s pov

Seeing Y/n’s wet pussy cover my best friends fingers with her slick was so fucking hot. Neither of them noticed me looking so I just watched as his two fingers glide through her fold before I decided to speak up. “Oh my god- Nate!?” I yelled in fake confusion as if I wasn’t just watching him. Nate gave back a small “Huh?” without looking up from his phone, so I decided to be a bit more dramatic with my reaction.

“Dude, why are you rubbing y/n’s clit!? And why in front of me!?” I gasped like I was shocked. Y/n didn’t say anything and just looked directly up at Nathan, pink lightly brushing across her cheeks. “Because it’s what I always do when I smoke with just Y/n/n and she likes it. Figured you wouldn’t mind based off what you said on the way over” he shrugged, lowkey putting our conversation on blast.

That kinda put me in my place, making my eyes go wide, “Oh- um well, uh… continue doing your thing then I guess” I nervously stuttered out before my phone went off and was confused to see Nate’s contact messaging me.

iMessages

Nate🎱

you can go ahead and touch her, i know you want to

swap your fingers out for mine and welder how long it takes her to realize

Matt🪼

are you crazy!?

i’m not gonna touch y/n with her permission!

Nate🎱

oh trust me matthew, you have her permission

god she wants to fuck you so bad, even tells me about it when were having sex

always asking me to grow a beard so she can pretend i’m you when i eat her out

Matt🪼

stfu dude you’re lying

just because you say that doesn’t mean she actually said it and it’s true

Nate🎱

yeah yeah just watch this

Real life

Matt’s pov

I turned off my phone and looked over at Nate with a confused face. Well at least that was until he smirked at me and texted someone else, which I’m assuming was Y/n because two seconds later her phone went off. I saw her read the message and smile, “Will you guys roll 3 more joints and a blunt for us to share please?” she asked, looking directly at me with puppy dog eyes.

Obviously I wasn’t gonna say no because it’s been a few hours and we’re starting to lose our high. “Only because you asked so nicely” he joked, looking at me for my answer, I lowkey was distracted by his fingers sliding up and down Y/n’s wet cunt. “Huh? Oh, yeah I’ll roll for you” I said when I realized I was staring, that’s when the bizarre thing was said.

Nate pulled his fingers out of our best friend, fixing her panties so she could sit up normally but instead of licking his fingers clean himself, they were shoved in my face before he said something bizarre. “C’mon Matty, clean my fingers for me, I’m sure Y/n would love to watch you get a little taste of her” he said as he winked at Y/n. I felt myself blushing and I was starting to get slightly hard from the way Y/n’s innocent y/e/c looked up at me.

I pushed my nerves and anxiety to the side before speaking, “If that’s what the princess wants, then it’s done” I smirked at them. I grabbed my best friend’s wrist and brought his fingers to my mouth, sucking them clean before pulling off with a pop. They both sat this in awe, completely slack jawed and wide eyed. I let out a chuckle as I stood up and moved to the coffee table to start rolling.

Nate’s pov

I was honestly just fucking with Matt when I told him to clean my fingers of Y/n’s slick, but when he actually did it, we were shocked. I knew Y/n was probably dripping at this point, and that made me so much harder. Matt and I were definitely going to have our way with her tonight, I can already tell. We rolled the joints and blunt before smoking them fairly fast, now completely high off our asses.

“Do ya wanna play a game with me and Matt?” I asked Y/n who was nearly drooling looking at him. “What kinda game?” she innocently questioned, “A game of letting us make you cum” I smirked as I looked at Matt. A smirk also grew on his face as I said this, leaving Y/n shell shocked.

Y/n’s pov

I was so turned on after hearing those words come out of Nate’s mouth and beyond excited for this. “Yes, absolutely! Can Matt give me head first, please!?” I looked over at Matt, not caring how pathetic I sounded. “Of course princess, I’m gonna make that little fantasy of yours a reality” Matt winked at me as he stood up. “Cmon pretty lady, let’s go to your room” Nate added with a smirk as we all ascended up the stairs to my room.

We all quickly stripped down to our underwear, “Lay down, I’m dying to taste you!” Matt growled as he pushed me towards my bed. Nate sat next to me and watched as Matt hovered over me, capturing my lips in a heated kiss before kissing down my body. Once he reached my panties, he looked up at me, “Are you sure you’re okay with this? Because once I get a taste of you, I won’t be able to stop” he asked.

Matt’s pov

“Please Matt” Y/n whined, giving me consent to eat her out. I wasted no time in pulling her panties off and running my fingers through her wet folds before moving my lips to her clit. “Mhm, taste so good mama” I hummed against her core while I slowly stuck two fingers in her as Nate started to kiss her neck. “C’mon Y/n/n, tell Matt how good he’s making you feel, stop holding your moans back” “Yeah, let me hear those pretty noises” I mumbled against her again.

The vibrations caused Y/n to let out a whiny moan, her fingers lacing themselves through my hair, slightly tugging it. Nate started kissing her neck while I continued to eat her out, whining when I felt the loss of one of her hands pulling my hair, but quickly smiling when Y/n let out a loud moan and moved her other hand to Nates hair. “Fuck! Matt, I’m— I’m gonna cum! Can I please cum? Please!?” she begged.

“Cum all over my face like a slut” with that being said, Y/n let go and came, her sweet juices immediately being licked up by me. “Such a good girl for Matt, but now it’s my turn to make ya feel good mama” Nate said as we switched spots, he almost immediately thrusting two fingers into her. “M-Matt, kiss me please!” Y/n whined as Nate was sucking on her boobs.

Y/n’s pov

Matt was fucking amazing at giving head but Nate was equally as amazing with his fingers, almost immediately adding a third one in to stretch me out. I asked Matt to kiss me a god was I glad I did because he’s an amazing kisser. Nate was sucking hickies into my boobs as Matt started kissing down my neck, also leaving hickies, making this moment so much hotter.

“Nate-Nate I’m gonna cum again!” I cried out, “Baby you know that’s not my name” he replied back with a cocky smirk. “S-Sorry daddy, can I please cum!?” “Go ahead, be a slut and make a mess on my fingers” he basically growled out, causing me to let out a high pitched moan as I came all over his fingers. Nate immediately pulled away, licking his fingers clean and whispering something to Matt.

Nate’s pov

I had a brilliant idea while I was fingering Y/n, watching both Matt and I marking her up made me think of something. “Matt, bro, how do you feel about double vaginal penetration, you down if she’s down? I know you want to fuck her as badly as I do right now” I whisper to him. “Fuck, that sounds hot as shit, I’m so fucking down” “Ight bet, just follow my lead and talk seductively” he nodded in agreement.

“Can we ask ya somethin sweetheart?” I questioned, gently moving hair out of her face and proceeded once she nodded. “You think you can take two dicks?” “We’re both dying to be inside you” we said, which caused Y/n’s eyes to go wide. “Oh god, yes please! I wanna try it!” she whined, causing both of us to smirk at each other. “Such a good girl. Nate, go get some lube, yeah?” I simply nodded and walked over to her dresser.

3rd person pov

Nathan returned with the lube and handed it to Matt, “You get the honors of stickin yo dick in her first” he grinned at the older boy. Matt lubed up his cock before making sure Y/n was still okay with this, “If you do put your fucking dick in my right now Matthew, you’ll never get the chance again” she threatened. That’s all it took for Matt to slide into her, both groaning at the feeling.

“O-Okay, I’m ready for Nate too” she whined after a few thrusts from Matt, the younger boy lubed up his dick, also squirting some lube onto her pussy as Matt pulled out so only his tip was in. “We’re gonna have to spread your legs pretty wide okay princess?” the oldest of the three said, moving Y/n’s right leg over his left shoulder. “This might hurt a lot, so just tell us if you wanna stop okay?” Nate said soothingly as he started to push his tip in with Matts.

Nathan moved her left leg to be over his right shoulder, the opposite of Matts position. “Fuck! C-Can you push in all the way daddy?” Y/n whined, hoping Nate would push all the way in. “Matt too or just me?” “Both!” the boys exchanged a look before pushing all the way in? cause some tears to fall down the poor girls face.

“Too much baby? Do you want us to stop?” “N-No keep going I-I’ll get used to it. Please I want this so bad” it took a few thrusts for her to get used to the feeling and for the boys to get in sync with their thrusts. “Goddamn this feels good, so fucking tight for us mamas” “So full— faster please” Y/n/n begged as she balled up the sheets in her fist.

“Shit! Not t-to be weird or anything but I really like the way this feels. Never thought I’d like the feeling of another mans cock against mine but damn” “Not weird I was thinking the same thing” the two boys looked at each other for a second. “Please kiss! Holy fuck I’m so close, I just need a bit more! I feel you both twitching inside of m-“ she cut herself off with a loud moan as they sped up a little bit.

“Fuck it, let’s give the pretty girl what she wants” Nate looked at Matt with a smile, “You’re right, fuck it” he agreed before the younger smashed their lips together. The two started making out while continuing their abuse on Y/n’s pussy, “Fuck, fuck! Oh my god that’s so hot! Holy shit I’m gonna cum, oh fuck please fill me up!” the girl cried.

The two best friends pulled away from each other, laughing before going faster and harder. This resulted in a pornographic scream of pleasure from the girl below as she not only came, but squirted all over the two boys thighs. “Fuck I’m gonna cum too! Shit!” Matt shoulted as he shot his load inside her, Nate quickly doing the same before they both pulled out.

“Jesus Christ, that was fucking amazing” Nate blurted out as both he and Matt collapsed of each side of Y/n. “You okay sweetheart? Can we get you anything?” Matt asked sweetly, looking at Y/n to make sure she was good. “I— just can we uh cuddle naked and go to sleep? I’m spent” she whimpered. “Of course, we’ll clean up in the morning” Nate smiled as they all got under the covers, both boys cuddling into Y/n for the rest of the night.

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arlerts-angel · 7 months ago

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Could you write a Ran Haitani x reader smut, but use this prompt somewhere.

“But you like being corrupted, don't you, sweet girl?”

-xx

❛❛𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬'𝑺 𝑳𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑳𝑬 𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑺 𝑩𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵.ᐟ❞

being a bonten executive's assistant comes with many perks. . . including (but not limited to) flexible hours, good pay, publicity (apparently), and getting to screw your boss ?!

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ a/n: i've never written ran before i'm a little nervous!!! nonnie i hope you enjoy!!! i loved and had a lot of fun writing this 🥰🫶 wc: 866

since getting hired as an assistant to bonten executive ran haitani, the two of you have been photographed together and plastered across billboards and magazines, making headlines across japan.

❛❛𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐂. 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋❞

❛❛𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 (𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄/𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄/𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄/𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃)❞

"heh," he scoffs, "these dumbasses think i'm screwing my assistant!"

he tosses the magazines onto his desk and takes a sip of an old fashioned. he presses a button, paging you to his office.

you make your way promptly to his office and ask, "what can i do for you, mr. haitani?" you smile, awaiting his response.

"have you seen the shit on the news lately?"

you shake your head, puzzled by his question. "no, sir. i can't say i have... do you need me to contact some—"

he leans back in his seat, reads the headlines aloud, then takes another sip of his drink, and looks up at you, smirking.

"so... what do you think, little miss bonten?" he asks, enunciating consonants sharp enough to cut. the look he gives you makes your thighs clench.

"the media will twist anything for personal gain, sir–" you say softly, clearing your throat in an attempt to keep your composure.

he chuckles. "that's all? d'aw, too bad... had you said something else, i might have entertained them..."

you swallow the lump in your throat, setting off the feeling of butterflies in your stomach. "i'll tell the bartender to use a lighter hand–"

"you think i'm drunk right now?" he laughs, "not a chance, doll. you're a smart girl, sweet too... i know you are...." he rises from his desk and approaches you, gently lifts your jaw to meet his gaze.

you're certain he can feel your heart leap into your throat and your skin burning with excitement. his hand gently caresses your face. "mr. haitani–"

"don't be so formal. ran is fine." he laughs softly.

"i don't think this is right mr., ahem, ran."

"well, if this is wrong then i don't wanna be right." he smirks. "i know you want it too. you're not as innocent as you let on... you like being corrupted, don't you sweet girl?"

he hears your breath hitch and knows he's got you right where he wants you. he looks into your eyes and swipes his thumb across your bottom lip. "show me how pretty you look with your mouth on my cock." he says hushedly.

you kneel in front of your boss, watching him hurriedly unbuckle his belt and reveal his cock to you. you take his length into your hand, stroking gently as you lower your head. he groans as you take his tip between your lips, teasing his cockhead with your tongue.

"you trying to kill me?" he quips. you smirk and take his cock further into your mouth and suck, bobbing your head down inch by inch until you can't fit any more comfortably. his eyes roll back and he groans, placing his hand gently on your head. "fuck," he hisses, "who knew little miss bonten was a pretty little cocksucker?" he smirks.

you moan and quicken your pace, jerking his cock a little harder now. you swirl your tongue on his tip and indulge in the taste of his precum. he grunts and groans, hips stuttering as he begins to teeter on the edge of his orgasm. "not gonna cum yet. not 'til you're bent over this desk."

he helps you off your knees then pushes your lower back down, tits spilling out of your top. he pushes your panties to the side and rubs a finger up and down your glistening sex, gently circling your clit. "this wet for me? fuck... need you to stay like this... always ready to take me."

the two of you moan collectively as he slides his cock into your cunt. he grips tightly onto your waist as he pushes deeper inside. "fuck baby, you were made for me..." he grins and thrusts his hips steadily, rubbing your clit in synch.

your eyes flutter as his tip presses sweetly against your g-spot. the stimulation on your clit sends your head into the clouds. "oh god– fuck! ran!" you mewl.

"you're taking me so well, sweet girl. you gonna cum already?" his smug response earns himself a whine from you. "or maybe you need it faster? harder?" he taunts, pounding his cock into you more hastily. you gasp as the feeling of his finger rubbing on your clit quickens too.

"MMM-! RAN!" you cry, "i'm cumming!" your muscles begin to tighten and your orgasm quickly washes over you. ran moans with you as you ride out your high, his own orgasm approaching. "fuuuuck yeah... cum all over my cock! you're so fucking good..."

he thrusts into you a couple more times then spurts his load inside you. he groans and slams your hips down on his cock, fucking his cum deeper into you. he places a few kisses on your back and shoulders as he comes down from his heightened pleasure.

while you're fixing yourself to return back to work, ran calls for your attention.

"don't let anyone else touch you. i want little miss bonten to myself."

dividers by benkeibear

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#ran haitani smut #ran haitani x reader smut #tokyo revengers smut #tokrev smut #tokrev x reader smut #tokyo revengers x reader smut #ran haitani #haitani ran

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kookslastbutton · 1 year ago

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Too Late To Dream ༓ jjk (m) I Ch. VIII (final)

✑ Summary: You did it. You married your college professor. You even bought a house together. Against all odds, everything had fallen into place. But after two years of marriage, you begin feeling something was missing. You want a baby but your husband can’t say the same.

Pairing: economics professor!jungkook x fem!artist!reader

AU/Genre: angst, smut, fluff, marriage au, age gap, series

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: 8,618

Warnings: 8-year age gap, mentions of professor-student relationship (oc was a Masters student), first kiss, painting date, taehyung makes oc a busi proposal, jk goes back to teaching at uni, cute note, therapy with therapist!hoseok, talk of absent parents, insecurities, fear of fatherhood, jk working through personal struggles and gets clarity, jk being good hubby to oc, sexual content

sexually explicit warnings: switch!jungkook, switch!reader, f*ngering, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex (be safe everyone!), cussing d*rty talk, penetration, b**b sucking, biting, multiple org*sms, m*ssionary;legs on shoulder, body worshipping, praise kink, impreg kink, slight lactation kink, making out in the kitchen, suggestive morning shower s*x, Kook just wanna please oc really 🥺

Now Playing: Make It Right, Tryna Be, Infinity, It Will Rain, Heaven+

A/N: This is now the most I have ever written....ngl the therapy section will be DENSE( but i tried not to make it TOO long) 😪 anyway, we have come to the end folks 😭 thank you to all of you who have stayed with me through this whole series. It's close to my heart and always will be. I'm happy to be able to share this with you all 💞

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Kissing you is his favorite pastime. On the lips, on your cheeks, neck–everywhere and anywhere you'll let him. He loves how squeamish it makes you. Out of all the times Jungkook's kissed you, his favorite will always be the first time in that tiny art studio of yours at your old apartment.

You didn't have much living space but you made do with what you had. And what you had was one extra room near the laundry machines.

He'll always remember how gentle your lips were against his that night. Warm as well, yet reserved. You made his whole body come to life in the most unexplainable ways.

4 years ago–

Jungkook slouches on the stool with a pout on his face and a paintbrush spinning between his fingers. This is the third time he's called you over in the last ten minutes. You've told him repeatedly that painting takes patience but it doesn't seem to make him feel any better about his artwork.

"Can you come look at this __? I don't think this is coming out the way it's supposed to be."

"Here," you set your drawing pencils on your own art desk and circle around to him, "let me see."

Jungkook scootches his stool to the side, allowing you to peer over his shoulder.

"To start, you’re using too much water if your paper is peeling and curling this much. I'd give it a few minutes before doing anything more on it. Secondly, you have water bubbles."

You reach for the blue painting sponge next to him and hold it up as if showcasing it off.

"This is going to be your best friend. It absorbs liquid so if you gently dab areas with excess water, it'll take all that water away." You demonstrate for him then hand the sponge to him. "Give it a try."

"Okay…" He takes it from you and mirrors your movements. "Isn't this called watercolor painting though? How can I be using too much water?"

You shrug. "Because it's like anything. You need to find the right balance between the paint and water or else it'll make your strokes messy. Control the need to soak your brush."

"But I like soaking my brush," he says, tongue in cheek.

"I'm going to ignore that you said that."

"You said it first."

"Not like you meant it, I didn't."

Jungkook smiles and continues dabbing his painting.

"You're pressing a little too hard Kook. The paint's smudging," you warn as he attempts to clean up the extra water spillage.

"Hm?" He doesn't seem to understand what you mean.

"It's like this," you say, carefully closing a hand over his knuckles. Jungkook's hand goes limp in yours as you guide his movements across the water bubbles. "See, the water's gone now."

When you gaze down at him, he's not paying attention to the artwork at all but to you instead.

"Someone I'm hoping to call my girlfriend soon," he mumbles back and you release your hold from his hand.

"Jungkook?" He feels you tense under his stare, eyes restlessly shifting back and forth. "What are you looking at?"

"Oh, well, um—" your mind races with what to respond. Up until now, you’ve been seeing each other for a month but no labels have been placed on your relationship yet.

"I'd really like to know what it'd be like to kiss you too.” He sets the sponge on the table and slowly leans forward to rise from his seat.

Naturally, you step backward but forget about the second art table set up directly behind you. Your hands grip the edges at the sudden contact on your backside.

"I'm sorry," he says. "I don't mean to make you feel pressured." His fingers reach out to lightly rest on your trembling hands. “I’ve just been having the best time getting to know you this past month and I’d like it if we could keep going out…as a couple.”

“I’d like that too.” You swallow thickly. “I think you caught me off guard but yeah, let’s make this official. And also, if you want, we can—kiss."

"Are you sure?" He needs to know he heard right, careful not to jump the gun. “Really sure?”

"Yes. Please kiss me.”

With your consent, Jungkook grips your hands tighter and closes his mouth over your lips. They're sweet and taste a bit like peppermint from the candy you ate earlier. He moves slowly at first, tongue swiping across the seam of your lips every now and then until you let him in.

"Jung–" you breathe a small moan yet it's only when you break apart that you're able to finish saying his name. “–Kook.”

"I liked that," he says, a smile on his face. "Any chance we can do it again?"

You nod and lean forward to kiss him again. This time firmer, holding back nothing.

Present–

"Honey, you should go back to bed for a bit. Get some more sleep." You watch your husband button up his navy blue dress shirt in the mirror. Today's the day he has to return to the university for the new academic year and he needs to be out the door within the next ten minutes.

"I have to get used to you leaving before me," you yawn. "I'll miss you."

Jungkook runs his fingers through his damp hair, fluffing it up some before striding over to your lounged position on the bed.

"Me too. I'm going to be thinking of you all day." He bends down to peck your lips. When he does, you take in the scent of his aftershave–Old Spice. "I'll see you when we get home, okay?"

You nod. "You home at 4 tonight?"

"Plus traffic so 4:30 at the latest.”

"Okay, I should get home at 5:15. Mondays are a bit hectic so it might be later. I'll text you."

He gives you another kiss, longer than the last, and you moan lazily.

"Sounds good," he stands up straight and snatches his phone from the nightstand. "I need to head out now but I'll see you later. Love you!"

Jungkook opens your bedroom door and you shut your eyes to get more sleep before having to start the daily grind yourself.

With about thirty minutes to spare Jungkook rushes to his office with his leather satchel. He doesn't remember the room being as bare as it is when he tosses the door open–only his desk, PhD, and some books left on the shelf. He hasn't been here since the end of June so granted, I'd be pretty dead in the room.

But there's not even one photo of you.

That's going to be the first thing to change, he mentally

notes. Right now, however, he needs to prep for his lecture that’s in—he checks his watch—shit.

Twenty-eight minutes.

Jungkook shoves his satchel on the bulky mahogany desk and swivels into his office chair. "Damn," he curses and re-adjusts in his seat. "Since when was my chair this uncomfortable to sit in?'

He shakes it off and pulls out his notes. A tiny blue sticky note falls out as he sorts the mix.

'Deep breaths today Dr. Jeon ;)! It's your first day again and I know you're always so hard on yourself :( But your new students will love you I'm sure. So keep yourself in good spirits and remember I'm only a phone call away. I love you and I can't wait to hear about your day when you get home tonight! <3'

He reads the message again, then again, and one last time for good measure.

Jungkook sticks the note on the surface of his desk, next to his computer where he can view it easily. He then goes back to reviewing his notes for his lecture, feeling a giggle creep up his throat; he really fricken' loves you.

Well, his first class of the day was a complete disaster. The first twenty minutes consisted of him having to troubleshoot technical errors between his laptop and the projector. His students weren’t chipper either, preferring silence when he tried striking up a conversation. And the worst part? They didn’t laugh at his jokes! Like at all. Usually, he’d at least get one or two chuckles, even if they were merely out of politeness.

It was when he ended the class half an hour early that he earned a few brownie points. Thankfully he’s not a lecture on the first day kind of professor. Still, with any luck, the semester will get better and the remainder of his sections today will be smoother.

"Dr. Jeon," a low voice rumbles down the hallway as Jungkook returns to his office. He whips his head to his left to see Taehyung taking long strides towards him.

"Dr. Kim," Jungkook responds to the greeting. "What are you doing in the School of Business?"

"Just wanted to stop and say hi. I got a studio art class to teach soon but thought I'd check in with my favorite economist first.” Taehyung stuffs his hands in the pockets of his silk trousers and follows Jungkook into his office.

"My wife isn't here Tae," Jungkook teases.

“Isn’t it about time you drop that? Yes, we had a thing back in—"

"It wasn't a thing okay?" Jungkook is eager to correct. Being reminded that his wife and best friend used to hit it off a little too well back in the day makes him queasy. "It was you who kept being obsessed with her. Well, she's mine now. Understand?"

Taehyung laughs. "You need to chill Jungkook. I see the wedding ring loud and clear. Besides, I didn't come here for her alright?" He pauses and wets his lips. "Well actually…there is something I'd like to bring up to you that may involve her."

"Oh, what?" Jungkook's ears are on high alert. What could Taehyung possibly need from you?

"How often is __ painting these days?" Taehyung takes a seat in one of the spare chairs in the room.

"She doesn't have as much time these days due to work, but I know she's got a couple of art projects in the process."

"She's got a pretty big collection though, doesn’t she? Has she ever considered showcasing them off at galleries or selling to collectors?”

“Yeah, I’d say she has roughly eighty finished pieces between drawings and paintings. But she's tried the gallery route before and they've all rejected her work from being showcased. I don't think she wants to pursue it anymore. And as far as selling? Don't think so."

"Hmm." Taehyung taps his fingers on the armrest. "What if it were to be my art gallery? Over the summer I managed to form a minor partnership with that local gallery downtown. Remember, the one I displayed work at years ago when __ was in postgrad? Took a visit down there weeks ago and found out the owner is running low on funds. He's had my art displayed for a while now and I've always wanted to own a gallery. I've no shortage of assets either so I'm taking the plunge to keep it open.”

Jungkook quirks his head to the side with an open mouth and eyes wide as saucers. “You're really part owner of that gallery now? Wow, Tae. I always knew you were a free spirit but damn that's an investment."

"I guess, but hey now that you know. We're looking to expand our collection so how would your cute wife like to show her work? __ is a phenomenal artist and it’s a shame she hasn’t had the opportunity to have it publicly admired. I’d see that her work be approved immediately, of course."

“You're joking,” Jungkook sputters in disbelief. He can't speak for you but he's pretty darn sure you’re going to be absolutely tickled about this.

"I'm being completely serious. Talk to __ about it and see what she thinks." Taehyung checks the time on his phone and stands up from his chair. "Hate to cut this short but I got that class in ten. Let me know what she decides though."

"Yeah, I'll ask her. I—thank you Taehyung. I'm not sure what else to say."

“You don’t have to say anything. I’m happy to do this for her. For you both actually.” Taehyung leaves with a tight-lipped smile, a pep in his step.

Bzzz. Bzzz.

Hobi: Hey, sorry for the late reply. Had a couple of last-minute patients to see. I’m happy to hear from you though! If you want to come in for a session I have a slot free late Thursday evening. Other than that we may need to do it next week since I have a pretty full schedule this week.

Oh, that’s right. Jungkook reads over the text. He messaged Hoseok about possibly coming in for a therapy session last night. After telling you about both his apprehension and interest in starting a family, he thinks it is best to get some professional input. And what better person to ask than one of his long-time friends?

JK: I’d really like to meet before I get loaded with papers and tests to grade, if possible. How late on Thursday? I get out of work at 4.

Hobi: I understand. Can you come right after work? Sessions last around forty minutes to an hour.

JK: Sure, I don’t think I have anything to do after that. __ will still be at work. She knows I’m seeing you too, so it’s fine. I’ll see you at 4:15-ish. Your practice isn’t far from here last I remember.

Hobi: Yup, short drive. I’ll put you on the calendar for Thursday afternoon. I’m glad you reached out, Jungkook. I’ve been thinking about you and __ lately. Heard you babysat Yoongi’s twins.

JK: We did.

Hobi: And how was that?

JK: Not bad. I’ll tell you tomorrow though. I’m prepping for another class right now.

Hobi: Got it, I’ll let you go. I’ll see you on Thursday.

JK: Thanks, man!

Jungkook sends a thumbs-up emoji and sets the phone flat on his desk. Well, he sighs, looks like you got yourself an appointment with a shrink.

He doesn’t know what to expect. But what he does know is that he needs to go in with an open mindset. Previous conversations with Hoseok have led him to conclude that it matters what you put into it.

“Therapy isn’t an answer to all your problems,” he recalls Hoseok explain years ago. “Its purpose is to create a space for you to process struggles in your life; triggers even. The goal is for you to better understand the root of those triggers and to find new tools that help you navigate through them. Whenever you are posed with said challenge, you can be better equipped to confront them so you can come out stronger on the other side.”

Jungkook takes a swig of water from his water bottle. He thinks of you as he does–he’s doing this for both of you in hopes that something beautiful might come from it.

At 3:15 Jungkook has his last class. His afternoon students ended up being far more engaging than his morning students. They talked to him casually, asked good questions, and gosh darn it they laughed at his jokes too. They were a great bunch of kids, Jungkook hums. He’s looking forward to walking alongside them this semester.

Before calling it a day and leaving the university, Jungkook decides a brief stroll around campus would be nice. One, it gets fresh air in his lungs and two, he’d really like to stretch his legs before sitting back down in his car.

As he walks through the middle of campus, he smiles at the groups of students rushing with their book bags. It’s a good mix between undergrads and grads. Seeing all of them rush around takes him back to his days of late-night studying at the library and partying with friends on the weekends. He tried not to party too rough but well, he might have been a little too eager to finally be on his own the first year.

He dated around a little too. The chicks at his undergrad were cute and he went out with a few of them. His longest relationship lasted a year but she broke it off with him the last year–she married an architect a year and a half later. No matter though, Sana was a sweet girl and nothing drastic ever happened between them. Hearing that she was getting married made him more happy than sad because she deserved to be with someone great. Plus, if he stayed with her, he would never have met you.

Jungkook stops in his tracks when he spots two students from his 12:15 class standing behind a small outdoor table. They appear to be selling something he can’t quite make out due to the distance.

“Dr. Jeon!” The girl waves when she catches her professor looking in their direction.

Jungkook walks up to the table with a smile. “Mi-suk, Doyun,” he greets each individually. It’s at this point that he’s able to see a dozen frames of sea glass art spread across the table. “Did you guys make these?”

The pair nod in unison. “We went to the beach this summer and found a lot of glass so we decided to do something with it.” Doyun, Mi-suk’s boyfriend, holds up one of the framed pieces that are decorated with green and blue sea glass. “This one is about lovebirds. See the heart that connects them?”

The birds that he refers to are easily seen from the sea glass’s sharp edges and carefully selected clustering. The heart is also made out of sea glass and lays between both birds. It’s a simplistic yet meaningful design.

“We wanted the heart to be interpreted in all kinds of ways from love to new beginnings like–“

“A child.” Jungkook takes the words out of Mi-suk, in a low whisper. “How much?” He digs out his wallet from his back pocket.

“33000 won. ($25 USD).” Doyun responds. “Do you have a child on the way?” Mi-suk jabs her boyfriend in the side at this.

“You don’t have to tell us Dr. Jeon. We don’t want to be nosy.” She laughs it out but Jungkook shakes his head at her.

“It’s no big deal. I’m married but we don’t have a kid at the moment. My wife loves art and she loves sea glass so, I’d like to hang one of these in our home.” He hands over the cash and takes the artwork from Doyun.

“Thank you, Dr. Jeon,” Doyun remains polite and puts the money in the cash box.

“Do you have a picture of her?” Mi-suk asks to which her boyfriend says “Now who’s being nosy?”, earning him another jab to his side.

Jungkook pulls out a small, lightly crinkled photo of you from his wallet. “This is her.” He shows it to them with a proud expression–he enjoys showing you off every chance he gets.

“She’s so beautiful Dr. Jeon! You both look so good together wow.”

“She makes us look good together.” Jungkook chuckles and slides the photo back into his wallet.

“Aww, why don’t you ever say things like that?” Mi-suk turns to her boyfriend who only shrugs.

“Why do I have to be the one to say it? Why can’t you say it?” Doyun moves to fold his arms but Jungkook gives a grimace, hinting him not to follow through. “Sorry babe, I’ll do it more often.”

Young love, Jungkook thinks. “I have to get going now, making dinner before she gets home. But thanks for the sea glass art. I’ll see you both in class on Wednesday.” He waves goodbye and heads for his car.

“He makes dinner for her too…” Mi-suk watches as her professor leaves. “You’ve never made dinner for me.” She shifts her eyes to her boyfriend who’s too busy counting the money they’ve earned so far to see her distraught face.

“Where did you get that?” You point at the new art piece hanging from the wall with your chopsticks. “It’s lovely. Are those birds?”

“Yeah, they’re love birds. A couple of my students were selling seaglass art in the middle of campus. I thought one would look nice on our wall and you like this type of art right?” Your husband takes a bite of the roasted chicken he’s made.

“I do,” you say. “Thank you for bringing one home. How was your first day back at the university?”

“Fine, my morning class is struggling but I’m hoping the energy will pick up as the semester progresses. The afternoon class is good, they seem like a fun bunch. Looking forward to the year. What about you? How was work?”

“Oh, nothing much to tell. I had a meeting with one of our business partners. Went over a series of analytical reports with him, and made suggestions on what they could do to make better-informed business decisions.”

“Yeah? Did they sound like they’d take them?” You giggle when some of the sauce from the chicken smears the corner of his mouth. “What?” he looks at you for an answer.

“Wipe your mouth. There’s sauce all over it.” You hand him a napkin and he cleans himself off. “But back to your question, they seemed receptive to my advice. We’ll see what happens in the next three months though, time will tell if they listened or not.”

“Well,” he swallows down his bite before continuing. “If they have any sense they’ll follow your suggestions. Still, you can lead a horse to water but you can’t make it drink.”

You nod in agreement. “So, did anything else happen for you today? I really don’t have much else to share other than that. It was a fairly normal day.”

Jungkook sets his chopsticks on his plate and takes a drink of his beer. “There’s a few things I need to talk to you about. Oh, also,” he interrupts his own line of thought, “the note you left me was sweet. I have it on my desk by my computer.”

“I thought maybe you could use some encouragement on your first day so you’re welcome. What do you need to talk to me about?”

“First on the agenda is Taehyung. He stopped by my office and told me that he’s got a partnership with that gallery downtown. The one he displayed his work at years ago when you were in postgrad. Turns out the owner needs financial support so he’s decided to help them out as a part-owner.”

Jungkook sees that you’re just as surprised as he was when he first heard the news. “So he owns that gallery now? That man gets around well. You know that’s something about Taehyung, he’s a good networker. Never have to worry about if he knows someone or not.”

“It’s one of his strengths for sure. Taehyung’s asked me to ask you if you’d be interested in showcasing some of your artwork. He says they’re looking for more artists for their gallery and that he’d like to have your work displayed. What do you think?”

“I–what?” Getting to showcase your art has been one of your biggest dreams since a teenager. But after countless failed attempts to take your art beyond the studio, you’ve nearly given up hope that any galley would accept your pieces. “Are you shitting me Jungkook?”

“I know it’s shocking. Taehyung literally just dropped the bomb on me today and this is 100% real. If you want to get your art out there, Taehyung can pull the right strings to make that happen. Now that I think of it, he didn’t tell me when to get back to him. Probably will need to text him whenever you make your decision I guess.”

“I think I’d love to be able to do that. I don’t even know which ones to show though, I have so many to choose from.”

“I’m sure if you take a week to think it over you’ll be able to narrow down your options. And besides, this doesn’t have tp be the only set of paintings you show off. You can always switch them out from time to time. Taehyung will see that it happens.”

“Damn,” you say. “Kim Taehyung really has the whole world in the palm of his hand huh?” That man has more power in his little toe than all the world’s leaders combined.

“Taehyung is…one of a kind.” Jungkook leans his body forward, arms crossed on the dining table. “There’s a second topic I’d like to talk about too if it’s alright?”

“Shoot.”

“I have a therapy session with Hoseok on Thursday after work. I should be able to get back before 5 p.m. but we might want to order out for dinner that night.” There’s a trace of nervousness as he tells you so you reach out to sneak a hand into one of his.

“That’s fine, I can pick something up on my way home from work. I’m glad he was able to get you in this week.”

Jungkook flickers his eyes down at your hand in his, then back up to your face.“It probably goes without saying but I’m not sure what’ll come from this session. And even if it does go well, I can’t promise that we can start a baby right away. I mean maybe we can, I’m not saying we can’t but–”

“It’s okay Kookie,” you say gently. “This isn’t only about us having a baby or not you know? You’ve had a lot of challenges with your parents that I think Hoseok can help you talk through. I want you to be able to have clarity in those areas of your life too.”

“Thank you __. I love you so much.” He brings your hand to his lips and kisses it.

“I’m glad you wiped your mouth off before you did that,” you tease, playfully. Jungkook immediately lets go of your hand and gets up to walk to your side of the table.

“Come here smart ass,” he orders, grabbing your face to pepper several kisses on your cheeks.

Draining.

That’s the one word that comes to Jungkook’s mind if he were to sum up the rest of the week. He enjoys teaching at the university but four days in he’s already feeling the stress kinks in his neck.

“Mm.” Jungkook rolls his shoulders back to stretch the tense muscles–it’s a good thing he’s seeing Hoseok today. After getting a good stretch out, he puts his car key in the ignition and heads for the practice downtown.

"Come in, come in," Hoseok greets Jungkook with a beaming smile once he arrives at his office no short of ten minutes later. His room is on the smaller side but it has a harmonious energy with the way the sun peaks through the blinds. "How's your week been?"

Jungkook takes a seat in the large, cozy chair angled across Hoseok. He leans against the back lazily and lets out a long sigh. "It's alright, tiring, but it's to be expected. You?"

"Roughly the same.” Hoseok shuts the door and takes a seat in the chair diagonal to Jungkook. “I’ve had more patients this week than usual which has made me short on time lately. But I'm happy to make time for them."

"Thank you for seeing me this week. I was surprised when you said you could given how full your schedule gets.”

Hoseok waves his hand in dismissal. “Oh, of course, it’s no problem,” he reassures. “I had an opening so that’s why I offered. You and __ are also good friends of mind; I’m more than willing to meet with you today Jungkook. So…why don’t we get started? How was taking care of Yoongi’s rambunctious twins? You’ve taken care of them before right?”

At this, Jungkook sits straight up in his seat, his shoulders back and eyes directly trained on Hoseok. He appears stiff like the tin man from The Wizard of Oz. “Feel free to sit back,” Hoseok lightly suggests. “This isn’t a test or anything so you can relax and get comfortable if you’d like.”

“Okay.” Jungkook follows his friend’s suggestion and sinks into the back of the chair. His hands relax on his spread-out thighs. “So yeah, we’ve taken care of Yoongi’s girl before. Ari and Eun-ji have no shortage of attitude that’s for sure.” He chuckles, then continues. “They’re sweet though. I had this warm, positive energy throughout that whole night. Usually, I never have a strong feeling towards being around kids. It’s always been ‘ah they’re cute but not for me’ or ‘yes hyung, I’ll be fine to take them for a day’ but it wouldn’t go any further. I told __ about it and I think she’s holding onto hope that it means I’m changing my mind about kids.”

“And are you changing your mind? Sometimes those strong emotions will come at specific moments and they can give a false narrative. You and __ have been thinking about a baby recently which may influence these new feelings. But we have to be careful that they don’t blur what you actually want.” Hoseok pauses a second to let Jungkook maul over his words.

“It’s like this,” he continues. “You want to have a baby with her because you love her but last time we met, you said you weren’t sure if you could want it naturally for yourself. Now that you know what the other wants, and you’ve had a picture of what having kids may look like with the twins, you are more welcoming of the idea of starting a family. ‘Maybe it won’t be so bad’, your mind will tell you–‘Maybe this can really happen and I’ll be okay with it’. Meanwhile, your subconscious will say the complete opposite–that you’re pressuring yourself to feel a certain way to get that ideal outcome of giving your wife a baby. Which in turn, makes her happy and gives you security in your marriage and in yourself. I’m not saying this is exactly what’s going on but it’s a possibility to consider. Does this make sense?”

“I get what you’re saying.” Jungkook gives a brief nod. “I’m trying to be careful not to go by my feelings alone or say yes to a child out of pure tolerance of it or a willingness to please my wife. I’ve had some minor hiccups with saying we can have a baby at random times to __ . It’s caused her confusion so I’m more careful to not do stuff like that so casually. But I really am thinking about potentially starting a family so I think my mind really is changing. It’s like I’m 60% there but 40% not there.”

“60% there and 40% not there,” Hoseok repeats. “Could you break those down for me? How did you come to those percentages?”

“Well, I’m 60% because after giving it a lot of thought, I don’t dislike kids so I’m open to having them, any children I’ve been around recently have oddly uplifted my spirits, and I love my wife so if there’s anyone I could have a family with, it’d be with her. I’m 40% not there because I’m afraid I’ll revert back to my previous mindset if said child were to come. I don’t know if I can trust myself.”

“There seems to be a small pattern forming–you being uplifted around children,” Hoseok replies. “Patterns of behavior can be a measurement of progress or lack thereof. If you’ve been repeatedly uplifted around kids that’s something to think about as you sort through the matter of starting a family with __. You can trust yourself more in the conclusions you come to when there is repeated behavior and action to support them. Now as far as you being afraid you’ll revert back to your old self, why did that old Jungkook not want children? Was it a lack of interest in itself or were there external influences?”

“Uh, I guess I wanted to live a life focused on my career. My parents have done the same, but I wanted to do it separately from them. Growing up was always about meeting goals, whether they were academically or socially based. My parents were pretty absent from my life outside those frames. I couldn’t know them up close, like a healthy parent-child relationship. So when I grew up the thought of having children disinterested me. I’m happy for people who have kids but I didn’t see myself in a parenting role myself. I wasn’t fit for it either, so why have a child that I can’t properly take care of? I’d do better focusing on my career and maybe having a partner when the time came. That was my mindset.”

“It starts as disinterest and shifts to inadequacy,” Hoseok thinks a moment as he processes the explanation. The wheels turn in his head as he sorts through the information disclosed to him. “Jungkook,” he slowly starts. “Do you see yourself as naturally insecure? It seems like this different life you are describing works well for you and you’re comfortable with it, partly due to how you were raised. So the thought of something new coming into your life, like a baby, risks flipping your life upside down. You’re in turn, left vulnerable and scrabbling for what the proper course of action is. This leads to my next question–do you have a fear of becoming like your parents?”

“I suppose I do, but I never put that much weight into it before because I always thought I’d do better than them. And for the most part, I have. When it comes to raising a child though, the potential of following their lead still frightens me.”

“Given the environment you grew up in, that's completely understandable. Unfortunately, your parents didn’t raise you as a child but more of an employee or predecessor that only adds to their self-value. If it’s any encouragement, you being aware that they raised you poorly and successfully becoming a person that doesn’t embody their harmful traits means you will likely not end up like them. So you can be at ease, Jungkook. You’ll raise your children with a healthy mindset–separate from your parents.”

“Just to clarify, hyun–Dr. Jung, you’re saying that I've been against having a child because I’m worried I’ll lose my comfortable lifestyle; my security in other words. And because I’m scared to become my parents which shouldn’t be a fear because I know what they did was wrong?” Jungkook struggles to wrap his mind around the logic.

“It’s alright that you still have that apprehension Jungkook, the fear of following in your parent’s footsteps. I’m suggesting that it won’t happen because you’ve become a person who actively repulses those poor choices that they’ve made. So if you were to have a child, the chances of them being raised as you were is significantly low. Also, you wouldn’t be raising the child alone. __ will be there with you every step of the way and all of us who have been your friends for ages will be more than willing to help you too. Yoongi and Seokjin been fathers for years so they’ll be the first ones to offer a proper hand.”

“So wait, does this mean I’m ready to be a parent then? Because I see your point and it’s starting to make sense. I think I am leaning towards being one but I'm unsure if I can have a child right away. __ won’t say it but I think she’ll want to get pregnant fairly soon if I agree to having a baby. I don’t want to disappoint her.”

“It’s still up to you to decide if you’re ready or not, Jungkook.” Hosoek clears his throat, leaning forward in his chair. “Here’s what I’m saying. Your aversion to having kids doesn’t seem like a mere disinterest in kids. It’s more of an insecurity in yourself that you can work through with some help. Plus, part of you wants a child because you’ve had positive experiences with them recently. I believe, with all the factors we've discussed, you will be able to better understand the source of your hesitation and openness toward starting a family. This will help you make a clearer decision on the matter instead of holding yourself back from one based on previous misconceptions–”

“So that’s it then,” Jungkook interrupts as if enlightened. “I actually do want a baby, generally speaking. I’ve just been looking at the whole issue the wrong way, holding myself back and such.”

“Uh okay, slow down there,” Hoseok eases. “You don’t have to make the decision to have a baby right away. I’m glad you’re beginning to understand your situation more but for now, let’s talk more about this subject okay?”

Jungkook nods in agreement and continues his session with Hoseok for another half hour. He feels good by the end, so good that he schedules another meeting with him next week.

And yeah, he thinks he really does want that baby. When he gets home he’s going to wrap you in his arms and tell you all about it.

Jungkook finds you on the living room couch when he gets home. Your legs are tucked underneath you as you scroll on your phone. You're out of your work clothes and have a plain t-shirt and shorts on instead.

"Hey," you greet your husband. "How was it?"

Your husband rushes to sit beside you, the cushion bouncing due to his eagerness. He proceeds to tell you everything that Hoseok said, from his inner struggles with his parents to his own insecurities with fatherhood. By the end of his spiel, you're delighted that your husband's gotten helpful insight but are in utter shock as well.

"I–wow I'm blown away at how good seeing Hosoek was for you. I knew he'd help you a ton being who he is but I wasn't expecting you to be this enthusiastic to talk about babies." You let out a nervous laugh. "Sorry, nothing's funny. I need a minute to process everything, that's all."

You head to the kitchen for a glass of water. Jungkook follows behind you.

"You know...we met at a time that a child wasn't really in the cards, but now we're at a place that I think it could work," he says. "Hoseok helped me understand my hesitation and openness towards starting a family. And by the end, the thought of having a baby excited me more than scared me because we'll be doing it together."

"Are you–Junkook, are you really serious about all this?" You lean against the kitchen counter with a glass in your hand. "This a big step for us and I don't want you to have to make a quick decision. I know it was me who brought up having a family first, so it's no problem if we need to take more time to–"

"I want to do this with you __." Jungkook walks over to you and takes the cup from your hand to set it on the countertop. He then folds his hands over yours. "Nothing would make me happier than having a baby together. You still want to, don't you?"

"I do," you swallow hard and stare into his loving eyes. A small smile creeps on your face when the reality of the situation hits you–you're actually going through with this; you're going to start a family.

"So..." Jungkook drawls, inching his body closer to you.

"So, what?"

"So don't take your birth control tomorrow if you don't want to." He drops your hands at that in favor of cupping your cheeks instead, bringing you into a passionate kiss. You moan when the kiss deepens and you feel his muscular body press you further against the counter.

"Not in the kitchen," you mumble between kisses.

"Could be fun though," Jungkook smirks and brings his hands around your waist, lifting you up on the surface. Experience tells you to wrap your arms and legs around him so you do. And when he goes back for another kiss, he makes sure to bite on your bottom lip so he can slip his tongue in your mouth.

"Mhph–" you moan when his hands slip underneath your shirt, dragging it up until you lift your arms for him to take it off. He moves to your neck next, placing several open-mouth kisses on the delicate skin that is sure to turn into bluish-purple hickeys in the morning. "Jungkook," you tug his hair roughly.

Your husband grunts at the gesture and traces his fingers along your bare skin until they find the delicate band of your bra. He unclasps the material in seconds, leaving your nipples pebbling from the cool air.

"Is it too soon for me to say I can't wait until these are lactating?" He cups the swell of your breasts and circles his thumbs over your hardened buds. You mewl at the touch, arousal already collecting between your thighs.

"They'll be for the baby," you reply. "Not you."

Jungkook growls immediately and brings his mouth over a breast. The relentless sucking and licking makes you throw your head back in pleasure. He moves to your other breast after his teeth tug at your nipple a few times, repeating the process all over again. "Fuck–" you yelp when one of his tugs gets a little too harsh.

"Shit, I'm sorry baby." He draws his teeth back and starts licking the bud soothingly. "Feel better?"

"Mm," you whine. "Need more, please."

Jungkook knows exactly what you're asking for so he gives your nipples one last lick each, then pecks your lips. His sturdy arms lift you off the counter next and carries you into the bedroom where he lays you on the bed.

"Just a second," he says. You nod and watch him yank his shirt over his head, revealing his toned body. It's always sexy to see him taking his clothes off like this, you think to yourself. He removes his pants; leaving his briefs on, then climbs on the bed with you. "You're so effortlessly beautiful you know that? I'm gonna make you feel good tonight baby," he promises and plants gentle kisses down your abdomen.

You raise your butt a little when he starts peeling your shorts and underwear off. "Fuck, I didn't know you could get this wet," he comments, spreading your thighs apart so he can comfortably sit between them. A single finger drags up your slit, a moment after and you buck your hips at the suddenness. "How many fingers do you want? Or do you want to skip to my tongue eating you out? I'll do whatever you tell me, baby."

You moan hearing the last part. Jungkook is always quick to please. "Both, please. Your fingers and mouth," you say, gripping the sheets in preparation.

At your word, Jungkook slowly pushes a finger into your wet pussy. The initial squelch gives both of you pleasure; a shiver runs down your spine and Jungkook's underwear tightens.

"Oh god," you moan when a second finger slides next to the first one, both curling inside you just right. "One more, need one more." Jungkook pumps his fingers into you two more times, then adds a third.

"Like it?" he asks, fingers moving faster in you. "Feeling good?"

"Yes, fuck–keep going Kook."

Jungkook continues pumping his finger inside you, carefully watching you bite your lip as he does. He loves seeing you like this–getting so fucked out over his fingers. "Shit–" he grunts and leans his head between your thighs when he sees some of your pearly white liquid drip down your thighs and onto the bed sheets.

"Fuckfuckfuck," you repeat, nearly breathless as your husband starts licking a long stripe across your sex. He removes his fingers before doing it again, allowing him to dip the tip of his tongue into your folds ever so slightly. "I think I'm about to come," you warn and claw at his luscious hair with one hand.

Jungkook takes this as the perfect time to start sucking your clit, biting it teasingly until you finally have your first orgasm of the night. When he lifts his head from your pussy, his mouth and chin are both glistening with your cum. "I love eating you out," he says, using his arm to wipe his mouth and chin, "You always taste like fucking candy. And you have no idea how turns on it makes me to see you enjoying it just as much."

"I'm pretty sure I can take a good guess," you reply, eyeing his obvious erection. "Want me to suck you off?" You move to slide the band of his briefs down but he stops the movement.

"Not tonight baby," he says. "I really just want to fuck you now."

"You sure?" you ask again but he only gets off the bed and removes his underwear. His hard cock smacks against his abdomen when he does, making your pussy clench around nothing.

"Missionary?" Jungkook crawls back on the bed and guides you on your back before throwing your legs over his shoulder. "Heard this angle is good for making babies." He winks and you laugh at his sudden playfulness.

"Kook, you know it'll be a few months before I'll be able to get pregnant right? Since I've been on birth control for years?"

"Well, I guess we're getting a head start then." Jungkook wiggles his eyebrows at you flirtatiously then slowly sinks the tips of his length into your pussy until bottoming out.

"Oh fuck," you both moan in unison at the familiar stretch. You and Jungkook have had a lot of sex over the years but not like this; this is a whole new experience.

"You're gonna make such a pretty mama," he coos, slowly thrusting his cock in and out of you. You feel the pressure in your core start to build at the simple comment. "You want me to make you round with our child don't you?"

"Yes–please, I want it so bad."

"My poor baby." Jungkook quickens his pace, pulling his cock out before slamming back in. Every thrust is rougher than the last, leaving you in a moaning mess as your body bounces up and down on the mattresses. "Gonna give you as many as you want now okay? Gonna fill this pussy up so good."

"Kook!" You scream and clench uncontrollably around him as he continues fucking you at what you can only call an animalistic pace. His hair is messy, body sweating, and his teeth are clamped together in sheer pleasure.

"Fuck!" He lets out another loud groan, his tatted hand clinging onto your legs while the other presses down on your stomach. "Look at you taking me so well," he praises. "Always so good for me or do you really want a baby that bad hm? Talk to me baby, tell me how it feels having your guts rearranged."

"It–" you can barely speak as his cock beats into you messily, his balls slapping against your asscheeks as he does. "It feels so good, shit! Don't stop!" You claw the sheets, desperate to cling onto something.

"Yeah? You want me to keep fucking you like this?" He pushes down on your stomach a little more. The added pressure makes it so you can feel his cock even more.

"Oh god, oh god fuck–" your eyes roll to the back of your head as your pussy starts spasming from all the thrusting. "So close, I'm so close Jungkook..."

"I can tell baby," he grunts. "You're squeezing me so tight but you're also so fucking wet. Come whenever you're ready okay? I'm going get us both there."

The next thirty seconds to a minute consists of Jungkook snapping his hips and several of your broken moans echoing off the walls of your bedroom. Finally, after a series of long, hard thrusts, you both reach your peak and have your release.

"I love you so much," Jungkook lets go of your legs and moves to straddle you. His elbows come up on either side of your head as he leans in for a kiss.

"I love you too," you mumble and card your fingers through his hair. "You're going to make a wonderful father Kook."

"Only because of you," he whispers before capturing your lips in simultaneously the most fiery and sweet kiss you've ever shared.

"What time is it?" You lazily throw an arm around your husband but to your dissatisfaction, it slips off him and hits the mattress instead. He's getting up for work–crap.

"It's 5:30 a.m," Jungkook replies and stands up from the bed, back muscles flexing as he does. He's still naked from last night and so are you now that you think about it. "I need to hop in the shower for work."

You reach forward to catch his wrist before he can move any further. "Let me join you."

Jungkook smiles. You're so beautiful with the way the soft sheets wrap around your bare skin. And your grip on his wrist makes him wish he could crawl back in bed with you.

"As wonderful as that sounds, we both know what'll happen if you jump in the shower with me. And we don't have enough time for that today. Sleep instead, okay?" He gives you a quick kiss and heads for the bathroom.

"Kook–" You kick the covers off your body and follow him.

"What are you doing?" he turns his head in your direction when he feels a cool breeze coming from the door.

"I need to shower too," you say and step behind him in the tub.

"Alright," he narrows his eyes at you. "I'll allow it but behave." When he turns on the hot water you grab your bodywash from the shelf.

"Mhm," you hum. "I definitely will."

You definitely did not. Which is why your husband is about to be late to his lecture with potential hickeys on his neck. You tried to be careful not to put them anywhere visible though—the kids don't need to see that.

"I gotta leave honey," he kisses you by the front door, keys jingling in his hand. "Bye," another kiss. "Yup bye…okay I love you but if I can't get fired by not showing up to class."

You give him one last smooch before reluctantly letting him go. "Oh wait, your collar." You smooth the fabric down for him when you see the crinkles. Jungkook likes it when you groom him like this, it's cute.

"Thanks," he says. "Love you!"

Once he's out of sight you shut the door behind him and walk back to your bedroom.

oh god.

You immediately stand still when you feel a sudden throbbing in your head. You place a hand over your stomach and close your eyes in hopes it'll pass.

"I think I need some water," you say. "I'm so nauseous. This has to be a dizzy spell. No way I'm pregnant after one night of being off my birth control." You dismiss the idea at the mere thought. "It's too soon."

Despite your protests, you decide to pick up a pregnancy test on your way home from work—just to be sure.

"Negative," you read the results of the test later that night. Outside the bathroom, you hear your husband rustling about in the bedroom. "Well, we'll just keep trying."

You smile, anticipating the start of your new life with Jungkook.

A/N: What do you think of the ending? I know oc is negative for pregnancy but she just got off bc so it'll take a few months. Still, they will keep trying ;) stayed tuned for an epilogue and hit me up with drabble ideas, as I will be writing more myself haha. Love You!! 😘

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NSFW ABCs for THEO

Mature content: 18+ post! Minors, do not enter!!

Summary: NSFW ABCs

Idol: THEO from p1harmony

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Theo is a brat and a tease but he is very kind during aftercare. You just do so well for him that he can't help but wanna baby you. Be prepared for a lot of praise and love. Theo knows he doesn't play fair so you deserve the world for putting up with it.

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

Theo loves his hands but more specifically his hands on you. Your reaction has made him obsessed.

He loves everything about you. He won't pick. He thinks it's dumb because it's the whole combination. Your ass with that smile. He wants to destroy you (with love).

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He cums a normal amount but I think he wants to fuck a lot. If he's mad, you're fucking. If he's happy, you're fucking. He fucks for everything. He likes it messy too. He will only want to cum on you (until inside is approved). He doesn't mind you swallowing but never wants to make you since it looks so good on your face.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I don't think he keeps secrets from you. He will tell you straight up his nasty thoughts. You make him feel safe enough to share his desires (they are super freaky). He needs you to know how slutty he can be for you. He is a very private guy though so it's only for you. Not even the boys have an idea of how freaky he is.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I think he has very basic experience. He seems like the type to only fuck when hes in love. He is not into anything casual; he tried and hated it. He can't do his dirty desires with just anyone.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Butter churner or anything good for deep penetration. He wants you to feel him in your guts. He is willing to try any position but will only remember the ones that both of you enjoy. He is HUGE TEASE. He will make fun of you during some.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He is one that just sounds goofy sometimes. He will say some crazy shit and not even realize how dumb he sounds but it's low key hot. He doesn't want it to be humorous so if you laugh at something he said, he will make you regret it.

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

I dont think he's consistent. He will be bare one time and full bush the next. He just doesn't care since it's natural.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He's not very romantic during sex (very romantic outside). He loves degrading you. He would remind you how much of a whore you are for him. Theo thinks being a whore for him is romantic, so maybe you would agree.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I think he masturbates a lot. He's just a horny guy. You almost just expect it since it's a stress release for him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Dacryphilia but not from actual pain. He would be very devastated if you were crying from actual pain (even emotional pain). He just wants you to be very overwhelmed with pleasure that you can't help but cry.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere but must be private. He doesn't like sharing so he can't have anyone hear you. It would only make him really mad at that person, not even you; however, he would make you feel like he was mad at you for being loud. He thinks nothing is actually your fault though.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Slut for moans and tears. You cry during sex and he's yours forever. He thinks you are soooo pretty. If you are pouty, he has to tease you. Call you a little cry baby for cock.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sharing of any kind.. no threesomes.. You are only his and he won't stand for anything else. He kinda gets mad when you show too much skin and will make you pay for it (he's only half serious, he just needs a reason to punish you).

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Hardcore muncher. He will eat you out for hours but only in the form of edging. He wants to remind you HE controls your orgasms.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Very rare when he is slow and sensual. Sweet sex is only for your birthday or anniversary (maybe after a romantic movie).

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Um, you can probably convince him but he thinks it's too easy. He would rather have you give him head or finger you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's willing to try anything once but he's not very interested in losing control. He has to be the dominant one. He owns you sexually. For your birthday, you might be able to explore dominating him because he's extra romantic that day (being a whore is romantic!!!)

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He literally would have you for days at a time. He never gets tired. He would have sex every day for the rest of his life but he knows it's not possible with how rough he can be to you. He also wants you to beg for it. He wants to give it up but wont do it very easily. He wants you to become very desperate but he's so hot it's not hard.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He has a complex so I'm not sure. Maybe things like nipple clamps, whips, and such but no vibrators. He would rather pretend those don't exist for you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is the KING of unfair. He wants to give in but it's so much fun watching you being a whiny mess. You really have to earn it in his eyes.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Almost too quiet with moaning. He will talk your ear off but doesn't really moan (I know, tragic). King of dirty talk.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Would tie you up and leave you in the corner blindfolded. He's mean sometimes. You have to beg so perfectly for him to finally touch you or acknowledge you.

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

He is above average but he thinks he is average. I would imagine there are times where it hurts after but he truly doesn't know or mean it. He wants to fuck you deep but not hurt you.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Boy is sex. Every day… you often wonder why he is never satisfied but he blames you for being tasty. It's honestly your fault; you created the monster.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

His complex gets him here too. He won't allow himself to fall asleep. You have to sleep before him. It's only fair.

(If you haven't caught on, his heart is a soft dom, but his ego is a hard dom; he loves you so much and makes sure to show it everywhere else in your relationship)

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hwavsg4ch4n · 1 year ago

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Men I Trust || L.F

Warnings/tags: fem!reader, bestie!Felix, soft dom!Felix, college au, Cheating, mentions of alcohol, penetration (F receiving), cursing, foreplay, public teasing, slight degradation

Note: omg haiii, I haven’t posted in so long wowwww. It feels good to be back tbh. I wanted to give you guys a good length worth of plot and smut as an apology for disappearing for so damn long. I have a lot of Ideas brewing, might end up looking like an unofficial KINKTOBER lol. Maybe next year I’ll do an official one haha.

Description: Felix wants to support you in anyway he can, even if it means bending his morals ever so gently

this is a work of fiction, not real… yeah

It was like a frown was permanently etched onto your features. “Girl…” you looked up from your textbook with tired eyes, being met with your friends' lively ones. You hummed in response, “Where is your boyfriend? Wasn’t he supposed to pick you up like 2 hours ago?” your lips parted as you flipped over your phone, thinking you missed tons of phone calls, secretly you were hoping you did miss calls; it would help the anxious thoughts.

At last, nothing. Not a text, not a voicemail, not a missed call, nothing. You sighed, “maybe he got caught up with something.” while offering your friend a tightlipped smile that she didn’t buy, you tried calling your boyfriend. Your already fake grin faltering as it went straight to voicemail. While being focused on your phone, you didn’t even realize another friend of yours reaching your table. “Hey girls!” You didn’t register his voice, too busy trying to figure out where your boyfriend was; did he turn his location off?

You called again, and again, all while looking down at the lacquered wooden table, scratching at the waxy surface too embarrassed to look up and face your friends. “Anthony!” you chimed as he answered after the second to last ring. “Y/n i’m busy.” You frowned, your heart racing as you heard laughter and music in the background. “Oh, I thought you would be picking me up. Did you forget again? Anthony, you- where even are you?”

Felix raised his brows in question, looking to your mutual friend that sat next to him in disappointment. He knew about the problems between your current boyfriend, he once had to call him for you on his phone; you were too scared and didn’t want to be perceived as pushy or clingy. However, it’s common sense to know a person can only be pushed but so far.

“Y/n please, not this again. I don’t have time for this, you can find a ride home baby. Maybe ask Felix? Lauren?” You scoffed as he sounded annoyed, “Find a fucking ride home? Are you serious? I’ve been waiting in this damn library for you, for more than 2 hours. Now I need to find a ride home?” Your friends watched as tears of frustration welled up into your eyes. “How about I make it up to you later, hm? You know where my spare key is.” You knew what he was suggesting, and somehow it made you even more upset. First he bails, and then tells you to wait up to 3 more hours at his empty apartment just to have the worst sex of your life, as an apology. Nevertheless, you said okay tiredly, mostly to just hang up.

You put your phone down with a heavy sigh, finally looking up to see who joined your table. Even Though it was subtle, a smile spread across your face. “Hey, Lix.” He smiled back in an attempt to hide his worry. “Hey, wanna share what that was about?” he let out a little chuckle. You huffed, “I told Anthony that me and Lauren would be studying so he offered to pick me up at 4pm, obviously he ditched me… again. I should’ve fucking known,” at this point you were ranting, your friends didn’t mind. “He’s never been on time before so why now, right?” You let out a sarcastic chuckle. “Also, can you believe that he tries to make it up to me with sex every fucking time? Sex, that’s not even good? I bet he can’t even spell the word clit!” your friends' mouths were parted at your outburst, Felix chuckling as he held back a blush. You apologized, “I’m sorry it’s just… I’m stressed. He stresses me in every which way.” Your hands rubbed at your neck in an attempt to soothe.

“Wanna go to the club?” Felix suggested. You looked at him straight faced, trying to figure out if you heard him correctly. “The club? really?” Felix shrugged, “why not? You guys study almost every night. That’s enough stress already y/n, you need to let loose, have a few drinks.” He shot a smile at you. You looked at Lauren who was nodding along. “Why not, girl? You have too much on your plate. Maybe you’ll meet someone better tonight. I know I will.” She wiggled her eyebrows playfully. You rolled your eyes, looking at the time. 5:30pm.

You looked down at your textbook and notes. Sighing, you muttered a “Sure.”, giving in quicker than usual. Felix clapped excitedly, ushering the nearby librarian to pay him with a hurried “shush”.

You fit into your cutest outfit. A black mini skirt paired with a black lace lingerie bodysuit snug against your figure. You felt serene as your music hummed in your room. Singing along to your favorite songs as you put on makeup. Dolling yourself up almost felt like meditation. You took in deep breaths every time you applied something to your skin, exhaling when you blended it out. It felt good… you felt good. At least until your phone dinged, and you found yourself hoping it would be Anthony begging and pleading for forgiveness, asking why you’re not at his place. Nonetheless, the dings were just YouTube notifications with the occasional email and period tracker app making it known you’re ovulating.

You were applying your deep brown lip liner when you heard a knock on your cracked door. You hummed as a signal to let the person come in. In the reflection of your vanity mirror you saw Felix with a completely different outfit from earlier.

A black t-shirt, a bit shorter than usual, if he raised his arms you could see one of the reasons why he’s so popular with the opposite sex. His oversized cargo pants fit him like a dream. His fingers clad with his favorite rings.

“You look pretty.” he complimented. You smiled at him through your reflection in gratitude while reaching for your lip gloss. “I bought you that ring didn’t I?” Felix gave you a bright smile, nodding as he plopped himself on your bean bag chair. “You did.” He muttered. He watched you as you applied your lipgloss, deep in thought. “Y/n,” he says, you hum back urging him to continue. “You deserve better, you know that right? I don’t think I need to tell you that but… I figured it wouldn’t hurt to tell you.” You turned to look at him, “Sometimes Felix, I feel like I have a huge stamp on my forehead that reads garbage.” You chuckled. “But I’ll get over it.” You shrug, carefully putting on your favorite gold hoop earrings.

He shook his head, sitting up straighter. “Absolutely not, no. Some men are just … dickheads. It’s not your fault, it never will be I promise. You’re amaz-” you let out a hearty laugh as he rambled at a lower octave, watching you turn around and douse your face in one more layer of settling spray. “Lixie,” he looked at you wide eyed to show he’s all ears. “Save the pep talks for tomorrow and just help me get drunk and have fun tonight, okay?” Felix raised his hands up In defense, nodding. “Deal.”

You smiled, getting up and walking to your closet, “Now help me pick out some heels, please and thank you.”

The music blared as two of your closest friends pulled you straight to the bar.

Lauren urged you all to take shots before the lot of you left, telling you that some of her friends are there, that shes plans on leaving with them. Felix complained and you took two tequila shots, no biggie. But now she’s yelling at the bartender to open her tab and give you each 4 shots of 818t. You didn’t protest, just giggling at Felix’s look of bewilderment as the 4 shots were placed in front of him.

The two of you watched Lauren down her first two. “Ever heard of pace yourself?” Felix yelled over the blaring music. The crowd cheered as the smoke machine turned on, becoming one with the strobe lights.

You turned to Felix after Lauren told him to shut up. “Fuck it!” You giggled, downing all your shots. Felix laughed along, downing his as well.

“Here babe,” Lauren passed you two more, justifying her reasoning by saying “it’s for good luck!” Before she got lost in the crowd of movement to find her friends. You tilted your head back. It hit you, all the shots you took hit you like a truck. Teetering the thin line between tipsy and drunk, you grabbed Felix’s hand. “Dance with me Lix!” You smiled sweetly at him, hoping off your barstool and tugging him behind you.

After finding a comfortable spot within the crowd of moving bodies, your arms made their way around Felix’s neck. You smiled up at him excitedly, he looked down at you smiling, chuckling as he tried to keep you steady. “You drunk yet?” Felix winced as you yelled a bit too loud, forgetting that he’s closer than you think.

“I’m trying to fight off the drunk, but I think I’m falling.” His words were slightly slurred, his freckled cheeks were tinged pink. You laughed, “I can tell, your cheeks are redder than the lights.” Felix shook his head as you tapped his cheeks, using whatever sobriety he had left in his being to keep you from bumping into too many strangers.

“No more talking, I’m dancing!” Before Felix could respond you turned around, your back pressing against his front, in an acceptable proximity Felix didn’t think twice about. But then his brain froze when you took his hands and placed them on your mid section. The cool temperature of his silver rings chilled your skin mildly as you felt it through your lace top. You sighed at the contrasting feeling, the rest of your body felt on fire and the alcohol warms you. Unbeknownst to you, your head fell to his shoulder slowly while your eyes closed in euphoria. You needed this, an escape with your friends. You sighed, relaxing into Felix as the music controlled your movements.

“Oh.” He muttered in surprise. His body heated, the tequila making him more aware than he should be. Felix gulped, licking his lips as he looked down. Taking In your skin, he witnessed you putting on body glitter when you all left the house. He didn’t let it soak in before, but now his vision is slightly blurred and the glitter was extra shiny. The strobe lights, blue and red, were hitting the highest points of your body that was exposed to him. We’re you fucking glowing? His breathing started to labor as you pressed against him harder, moving your hips with his at a pace that had him questioning if this moment was real.

“Y/n…?” He muttered, “Yeah?” You sighed out, sounding almost breathless. “W-what are you doing?” He breathed into your neck, blinking slowly as he observed your closed eyes and sly smirk. “I’m dancing, idiot. What else?” You raised one of your hands and pulled him down by the back of his neck so your lips grazed his ear. “You need to keep up, Lix.” You say playfully.

His breath hitched, his hold on your midsection tightening slightly without his control. He was warm, he felt really warm, almost on the brink of breaking a sweat.

You swayed, grinded, giggled and tightened your grip on the back of his neck ever so slightly as your other hand stroked his forearm. It felt heavily to be touched this way, you didn’t know the last time you had been. Your foggy drunk mind didn’t care that the touches were from one of your closest friends, if anything you felt safer. The only thing you could think about was the smell of his cologne, the music and the heat radiating off him. It felt overwhelming in the best way possible, you hummed while following the rhythm. Feeling his grip on your torso tightening, you bit your bottom lip. Heat pooling to the place that has craved proper attention for months.

Felix cleared his throat, trying to slow down his heartbeat. And then he felt it, you slightly brushing off him only to deliver a deep grind against his center. He huffed, “Y-Y/n.” You shushed him. “Just feel the music, have fun.” His breath labored as he felt you grind against him harder, swiveling your hips, bending your knees slightly, your mostly exposed back brushing against his chest, he was sure your perfume would be embedded in his shirt.

“Shit” he thought, the heat, all the flustered heat that he felt was now migrating to one place. He tried his best to fight it, he really did. But when you smell like this, when you look like this, when you feel like this, Felix couldn’t help it. The tent in his pants formed and took shape against your bottom. Your movements started to focus only in that area; you knew. Of course you knew, you’re not dumb, it was painfully obvious that you didn’t care either.

Felix fought for a steady breath as you moved against him. He cleared his throat now and then trying to remain sane, trying not to fuck up whatever was going on. And then it dawned on him where you two were. “Y/n, we’re uhm, we’re in public.” His words came out gruff and breathless.

You didn’t stop moving as you responded, “What are you suggesting?” You smirked, slow turning around to meet his eyes. When Felix met your eyes in the blaring lights, his member pulsed. “Cat got your tongue Lixie?” His lips parted only to close when your thumb traced his Adam's apple gently. “Jesus.” He whispered, you couldn’t hear.

“Can I kiss you here?” You ask slightly slurred. “Uhm, w-what about Antho-” you frowned, shaking your head. “Don’t fucking worry about him, he’s not as much man as you are.” You knew how to stroke his ego perfectly. Felix nodded, “Only if you’re sure.” You rolled your eyes. “It’s only a silly peck.”

It wasn't just a peck, it was a parted lip, heated, wet kiss planted on his adams apple. Followed by a sensual lick that trailed to the side of his neck. You sucked gently and carefully, all the while planting kisses and small bites. Felix was lost in the feeling of you, sighing, whimpering as he buries his head into the crook of your neck. His grip on your waist tightens as he pulls you closer. “Fuck it.” He whispers, you heard that.

His hand that was adorned with rings grips your jaw with soft urgency, guiding your parted lips to his. He kissed you deeply, taking your breath away as he tilted his head so his tongue could reach every inch of your mouth. You breathed in from your nose as your hands braced themselves on his chest. His lips were soft, so soft as you tasted your cherry lip gloss transferring onto his lips.

It felt as if the blaring music faded away as the two of you made out in between dancing bodies that were too drunk to even notice you. You gasped a proper breath as Felix detached you from him by your jaw. “My place or yours?” You answered with a dazed, “Huh?” He chuckled, his other hands moving down your back to softly pat your ass as an attempt to snap you back to reality. “I said, my place or yours darling?”

The door to Felix’s apartment barely closed before you grabbed Felix by the neck and pulled him in for another kiss that would’ve been a bit too raunchy for a night club. You kicked off your heels as Felix did his shoes, never thinking of breaking the kiss. He grabbed your waist and turned on his dim warm kitchen light. He guided you to lean on his dark marble counter, “How you feeling?” He asked, pulling away slightly, unbuttoning his pants slowly as he waited for your response.

You looked down between your bodies, watching as his fingers pulled down his fly, exposing his black Calvin boxers. He took two fingers to fix your gaze back to his “I asked you a question.” His eyes were almost as dark as his voice while he looked at you. “I want you.” You almost didn’t recognize your own voice. You could remember the last time you sounded so needy, being in a situation that made you this way didn’t cross your mind. If you were sober you’d be entirely embarrassed.

Felix grinned, reaching behind your back to unzip your skirt, pushing it down your legs gently. “That’s not what I asked you.” He reminded. You racked your brain, trying with all your might to think of the question that seemed so simple. Then his lips met your neck and your mind went blank. “Answer me, y/n.” He rumbled. “Can you- can you repeat the question?” You stammered. He smirked against your skin, giving your hip a squeeze. “I asked how you’re feeling, are you tired? You need a break?” You shook your head in disapproval. “No, no I’m okay. Keep going, I’m okay, please.”

Felix nodded, stepping back to look at your lace bodysuit that now acted as lingerie. He tsked, biting his lips while his finger traced the intricate detail on your hip bone. “You’re beautiful, so beautiful.” You looked up at him, flustered. “Any smart man would keep you to himself, if he knew what was good for him that is.” You shook your head in embarrassment and he smirked. “Feel what you did to me, y/n.” He takes your hand in his, kissing the back of it before guiding you into the warmth of his pants. His member hard and pulsating, warm as you hold him.

“Felix...” He grins, “Oh I know, I’m taking too long, hm?”. He takes your hand out of his pants, pushing you deeper into the counter. His lips find yours again. He gropes at your flesh, and bites your bottom lip all before he rips a hole in the lace he adored so much; right where you need him the most. You gasp but he only takes that opportunity to kiss you deeper. His fingers slip past your folds to feel the wetness that accumulated throughout the night. He hums, gathering your moisture to rub your bundle of nerves sweetly. You moan pathetically into his mouth, you needed this more than you thought.

Felix breaks away from your lips only to pull down your top, exposing your hard nipples. He sucks and licks on them with a small nip to keep you from melting into pleasure completely. “Ohh, Lix there, there, god.” You breathed out, guiding his hand to where your clit loves it the most. Your head falls back as your other hand grips his hair. “Not yet,” he mutters against you. His fingers slide down your slit with ease, plunging into your leaking hole with a squelch. You bite your lip and close your eyes, flustered by the noises your body is capable of making due to your close friend's hand.

He pumps his fingers into you, earning a few groans as you look down. “It feels better with you.” You groan, he’s elated, his bulge twitched against your thigh. “Oh baby, I bet. I fucking bet.” He rewards you with the curl of his fingers, stimulating the most delicate part of you. You lurch forward, one hand shooting to your unoccupied mound for support as the other pulls his mouth off your now puffy bud. You press your foreheads together, “I wanna cum for you,” you breathe out, Felix parts his lips, fingers not halting. “I want you to feel how hard I can clench around you, think about my pussy milking you that way, want you to feel it Lixie.” You never spoke like this, the words flowed from your dirty lips like a river, Felix grew close to overwhelmed.

“Fuck, do you hear yourself baby? Such a fucking slut for me aren’t you?” You nodded quickly, your brows furrowing as you felt the knot you longed for tangle in your tummy. “Close lix close please, I need it.” He pecked your nose, quickly switching to stimulating your clit right where you placed him last. Your head fell back again, letting out a groan as Felix attached his swollen lips to your neck. “Fucking creaming on my fingers baby,” you let out hushed and quick yes’s. He hummed while grinning, “Cum, y/n. Give it to me.” And you did. You went silent as your mouth gapped, your chest heaving and your knees buckled as he rode you threw it. Pressing kisses to your chest and soothing the purple bruises he littered across your neck.

You fought to catch your breath as Felix ripped the hole in your lace wider, “Sorry darling, I’m not done, if that’s okay with you.” Instead of verbal confirmation, you turned around on shaky legs and leaned forward, nipples pressing against the cold marble. You propped one leg on his barstool and arched your back, exposing your sopping heat and puffy clit.

You whined, wiggling your bottom, signaling you wanted more from him. Felix was astonished, almost prideful, he didn’t even bother pulling his pants down. He pulled his member out, hissing as his tip came in contact with your heat. Then it was like a lightbulb came on, “I’ll go get a condom.” You huffed in protest, “Raw, fuck me raw. I’m on the pill lix, I’m clean. I always made him use a condom. Raw please.” You tripped over your words, grinding on his length in an attempt to push him in yourself. His cock jumped at your pleas, “You want me that bad?” You nodded in response, flinching as his tip brushed your clit.

Felix groaned, pushing himself in. Your mouth gaped, your eyes shutting in untter bliss; you were full to your heart’s content. “Perfect.” You moaned, pushing yourself back on his dick. He let you do your thing for a while, watching as your past orgasm made itself known on his shaft. A white ring coating him as your walls squeezed him with warmth.

“You feel so good,” he growls. He takes your hips, meeting you in the middle as he thrusts into you. You cried out his name, your palms flat on his table when you felt him spread your ass cheeks apart, pushing into you with fast deep thrusts. All you could let out was huffs of air and strangled profanities as he hit places you thought were myths.

“Taking me so well, y/n. So fucking good.” He muttered, placing his hand at the base of your back for more leverage. “You’re creaming me darling, you hear that?” The sloshing sound of your cunt was almost as loud as the slap Felix delivered to your ass.

His hand rubbed at your puffy clit, you had no choice but to tear up. “Oh my god.” You sobbed. “I need you to cum baby, I need you to cum so I can hm? Be nice to your Lixie.” You bit your lip, the intensity of your nearing climax being felt in the tip of your fingers as your thighs shook. “Fuck!” You groaned loudly, hearing the sound of your pussy gushing and juice’s hitting the floor was the least of your worries as you saw stars. You swore at that moment you reached nirvana.

Your body had a mind of its own as you pulled your cunt off his member and got down on your knees before him. “Record me, record how you cum on me.” You muttered while looking up at your closest friend. Felix had to act quick, the sight of your mascara running and tear stained cheeks, your eyes low and tongue out waiting to take whatever he would give was now embedded in his mind as a core memory.

He reached for his phone in his back pocket, swiping to his camera and hitting record with flash as he stroked himself quickly. You looked filthy, your pussy was dripping, your body was glistening and your hair was messy. You didn’t seem to care as your manicured nails that your sorry excuse of a boyfriend pity paid for, excitedly gripped Felix’s cargo clad thighs in anticipation.

“Shit shit.” He came, on your tits, on your nose and of course on your tongue. He groaned as you suckled on his twitching tip, kissing and licking. Felix looked at you through his camera, his free hand caressing your face, wiping your tears and hair away. Thumb lingered down to your soft swollen lips, pushing passed as you sucked gently. You smiled up at him just as he stopped recording.

“Thank you Lixie.” You whispered, fucked out and hazy. He smiled sweetly at you, “No baby, thank you.” He leaned down and kissed your forehead. “Bath time y/n. Come on.” He pulled you up gently.

Your hands drew circles on his chest as he stroked your naked back.

“Y/n?” You hummed in response, breathing in his body wash.

“What should I do with that video?” You looked up at Felix, with a small smile. “Send it to him and brag for the both of us, only if you want to.” You laid back down sighing in content. Felix played with your hair and chuckled. He knew you were groggy and not confident in your words. He settled for a simple screenshot, one where anyone could barely tell it was you. His ring clad thumb in your mouth as you sucked.

The picture is attached with a short but sweet message.

“Sorry bro.”

#skz smut #skz imagines #skz x reader #lee felix #felix x reader #felix smut

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01zfan · 3 months ago

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haiiiii everyone. took a little bit of a break just because.

i don’t really wanna get into all of the accusations and anon hate so we are going to keep everything on an IF-YOU-KNOW-YOU-KNOW basis. i am going to be operating on the assumption that if you follow me you know how i feel about riize. people who are irrationally angry at me and the creative liberties i exercise as a writer will simply just be speaking into the void from here on out.

i want you guys to know i truly didn't take a break solely because of that. if anything i find the situation humorous because i've been having a ball on this account. the people who have been rocking with me from the start know my heart, the people that read my initial post and understand me (even if they don't necessarily agree, which is okay!) know my heart. that's good enough for me. outside voices are just that--OUTSIDE! no one is penetrating this peaceful community i have made for myself and hopefully others on this account.

what i do really really want to say is that being a writer for fandom is hard! this is the first time i’ve ever been a writer for a group so consistently (also ironically the first time i’ve been so busy in my offline life) so i want to say it requires effort. even though i love to write, i love riize, i love to fulfill commissions and requests, and i love to talk with you guys about riize, it does take work. if you have read my fics you can tell i don’t want them to be just straight smut. i like to give you guys stories. sometimes with a themes and hopefully always with a narrative. that's why i don't normally post blurbz...i personally don't like to just get out a quick horny scenario i need PLOT i need ANGST i need SOMETHING TO SINK MY TEETH INTO! part of the reason why i started this account was to hone my creative writing skills and build my chops so i am really story centric.

i take pride in what i put out so it takes work. i try to not be repetitive. i try to give you guys something new that really feels real and also true to the individual members of riize. so even though i am crazy (what writer isn't) and will always write (even if the audience is just me, myself, and i) it is nice when the work is acknowledged! even if it is work i love, it is still work. i know it is hard to imagine someone puts effort into fanfiction, especially as a reader, but i never try to write anything half-assed. maybe i'm burning myself out by writing stories constantly but who knows. what i do know is that feedback and comments and thoughts make me happy! i seriously kick my feet and go back and reread the comments and tags i get on fics constantly! knowing you guys take as much care in reading as much as i take in writing makes me feel so fulfilled. it's the reason i became a writer and it's motivation for me, even beyond this site but in real life too.

i am of course not obligating you guys to interact with me. my milestone post when i hit 1k followers i think i said something along the lines that i remember the people that like my posts often and that is still very much true heh. i recognize people in my notifications, all the years i spent on the internet makes usernames lock in my head like a steel trap. sometimes i post thinking to myself oh so-and-so is gonna love this.

i am rambling but all in all i have amassed a following more than what i expected and i have made a community on this account too. i hope that you guys as part of this community know i am a person behind this account. i like to be told nice things, i like to be judged fairly, i like to be talked to, i like to not be treated like a machine, i like to be respected. the relationship we have as writer and reader is a very beautiful one in my opinion. it's like we are feeding eachother we are not parasitic but mutualistic. bees and flowers. clownfish and sea anemones. humans and gut bacteria. you get the gist. lets just continue having a good time on this account together🫂

#this sappy post and its not even for a milestone #sorry for the rant you guys know i like to talk #you guys have more power as a reader than you will ever know like #talkingz

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slvt4em1lyprenti2s · 2 years ago

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Arizona Robbin x reader - Bonding over a trauma

First posted on my Wattpad - arizona_is_my_wife

Word count: 965 (including A/N)

Arizona's POV: Owen - "Incoming trauma people, multiple car collisions 5 injured and critical 2 dead on site be ready!" Great. I've just got out a surgery on a kid who needed a new bowel but there was some complications so it ran over and I was in the OR for like 11 hours and now this? Don't get me wrong I adore my job but I just want to sleep. I go and get a trauma gown on and wait for the ambulances. Y/N - "Hey I assume you got called down here for the trauma as well?"

Y/N's a cardiothoracic surgeon whom I happen to have a massive high school style crush on, she's a god. Like I don't think I've ever seen her lose a patient. Sure she may not cure them all the way and might have just bought them a couple more months but, that's better than dying on the table and if she couldn't do anything no one else could've. Arizona - "Yeah I was, I hope it's not too bad because I just got out of a really long surgery so I want to sleep so bad" Y/N - "I feel you, I just got done with a CABG it didn't take long only 5 hours but I've been at work since 4:30am for pre rounds and it now what? 6:30pm." Arizona - "Man that's rough, wanna grab a drink at Joe's after this?" Y/N - "Sure, I could do with some alcohol." Our conversation was short lived as we heard the wail of the ambulance siren rapidly approaching. Paramedic - "Female, 17 years old, multiple lacerations to the abdomen and chest, presumably a broken leg and a foreign body lodged in her chest!" Y/N - "Thank you we've got it from here."

Time skip

We managed to stitch up all her other wounds and stabilise her leg until Callie can come look at it and now we're trying to figure out what object is sitting dangerously close to her heart. I go and collect the scans to show y/n. Arizona - "Well, it doesn't look like glass." Y/N - "Definitely not glass. Wait.." Arizona - "What, what? Did you see something?" Y/N - "Crap! That's pushing right on her left ventricle we need to get her to an OR now before it penetrates it and she bleeds out!"

We rush her into an OR and crack her chest. Y/N - "In all my years of being a surgeon I have never seen a girl with a piece of number plate (license plate) in her chest, what about you Robbins?" Arizona - "Yeah no, this is a first for me too."

As we continued to operate nothing went wrong, like I said, god. So before I knew it, it was time to close and for Callie to come in and fix her leg. We left an intern to close because we both just wanted out of the hospital at that point.

We walked to Joe's and sat at a table and ordered drinks, I got a vodka and lemonade she got a beer. We sat in silence for a while until she spoke up Y/N - "You know, we should really hang out more, your a very fun person to be around. You're so bubbly and fun so.. yeah just an idea." It was cute because I could tell she was nervous and in all fairness I was nervous to reply because I didn't want to screw this up. Arizona - "I'd love that, you're a very nice person to be around too y/n."

Y/N POV: For weeks we have been flirting, weeks. Yet neither one of us has made a move. This is the closest we have got to asking the other out ever, so, I took it upon myself to make an even bigger move. I leaned in and kissed her. Her lips were soft and fit perfectly against mine. I felt her melt into the kiss and all my nerves around the whole situation evaporated. Her hand trailed its way from her lap to my cheek and the other to my hip. I took the incentive to wrap my arms around her waist and pull her closer. At this point air was becoming a problem so we pulled apart. Arizona - "I know it might be a bit soon so no pressure but because we've know each other for a while and with all the flirting I just assumed we could skip the whole 'talking' stage and just got straight to being girlfriends I mean if you don't want to it's fine like I said no pressure or anything.." As she rambled I just stared right into her blue orbs, they're so mesmerising and just downright gorgeous. She stopped talking to that made me snap out of my trance. Arizona - "So?" Y/N - "Arizona, I would love nothing more than to be your girlfriend." She smiled ear to ear as I pulled her into my embrace. She buried her head into my shoulder and we just sat there for a bit before deciding to crash at her place for the night.

As we layed in her bed she was cuddling me, my head was in her chest and my arms around her like a koala. She wrapped her arms around my tired frame and rested her head atop mine and whispered sweet nothings into my ear as we fell into a peaceful slumber.

Don't get me wrong it was a tragic accident and I would never wish it upon anyone ever but, I am happy the trauma came in because otherwise this wouldn't of happened, I wouldn't have Arizona. My Arizona <3

A/N: First post!! It's not the best but, what'd you think? Remember to leave requests :)

#arizona robbins x you #arizona robbins #greys anatomy #grey's anatomy #meredith grey #derek shepard #mark sloan #sapphic #lesbian pride #wlw fanfic #wlw #jo wilson #callie torres #april kepner #arizona robbins x reader

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alistairs-4th-wife · 1 year ago

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so I'm gonna start with some Alistair Crump headcanons. What being his partner would be like post-death and becoming a ghost. With some uh... saucy NSFW under the cut. 👀

Alistair will very much put up a front for you when you first meet. Treating you with the utmost respect, being gentleman-like, almost being... scared of scaring you off?

Something about you intrigues him. He doesn't view you in the same way he's viewed everyone else who's entered the mansion

This both interests and infuriates him

You better believe you have been haunted by being unable to leave the mansion long-term. But he can't convince himself to sacrifice you just yet

You also get not a whole lot of privacy at first. Even if you can't see him, he sees you

He can't always be slick about it though. Sometimes you'll hear little chuckles or other little noises

Though after getting a little surprising bonding time, you grow to not totally hate his company

In fact, you'd even say you like it

Alistair's undecided feelings for you worsen, though. Eventually he ends up spilling how he feels to you in the form of a long ramble

He's not good with these things, but if you had to say, that was probably the moment your relationship started

He is very... old-fashioned. Being from a different era and all. You have to remind him a lot at first to respect your boundaries, and just you in general

He does get better slowly but surely though. Doing little gestures to show how much he truly loves you as well

And you'll never have to worry about anyone else giving you trouble. Alistair will... deal with them. In his own way.

Seriously, even if he just thinks something happened he's ready to do some crazy things for you. You're his and no one hurts you.

...That being said, he does still struggle with treating you more like property than a person.

But you're content with it. And you're secure and you know that he does truly treasure you.

Now for some of the more NSFW headcannons. Please skip or stop reading at this point if you're uncomfy or not interested.

In bed you'd say Alistair is comparable to a wild animal

Loves kissing, licking, biting your neck. Bonus points if he leaves marks. He also loves if you have any visible marks after

He also sometimes likes for you to have makeup on basically just so he can ruin it

He is always a top and very dominant. Maybe if you really want it, he'll let you top him once

He is mostly very vanilla. Favorite position is missionary. Wasn't even really into foreplay until you asked him to try it one night

Though a surprising result of this is that he loves giving you oral. He's found himself smitten with you being so pleasured all because of him

And for someone with no experience in that before you, he's pretty damn good at it.

Of course, you never get it without the expectation of you returning the favor, though, which you do

And when you do he's pushing your head onto him and keeping you there until he explodes

He's above average. Huge even. Girthy too. So anything is a bit of a struggle for you

On top of that, he's also... kind of dead. So he's cold. That was hard to adjust to during your first few intimate moments

When penetrating you, he is rough. Fucks like its the last time he'll ever see you. Grunts, moans, and growls escape his mouth with every thrust

Like I said, a literal wild animal

Treating you like property translates into the bedroom too. If you were a virgin beforehand, he was obsessed with the idea of "taking you" during your first night. Otherwise he never lets you forget that he's taking what's his.

He also drools sometimes

He's learned to stop or be gentle with you when he's asked, though. After all, he truly doesn't wanna hurt you. But you can put up with a lot for him

He was confused when you mentioned aftercare one night but after that was a total angel towards you. Sometimes you got a bath. Otherwise you were cleaned up and cuddled until the morning when he'd be gone.

#hatbox ghost #alistair crump #the hatbox ghost #hatbox ghost imagine #alistair crump imagine #haunted mansion #WOW this was longer than i intended lol #oh well enjoy

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bitetheriskyrose · 10 months ago

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I can't resist a dare, what are your kinks?

OH LAWD I forgot I said that. I really need to stay off tumblr when I'm first up in the morning and overconfident in my ability to confidently talk about my sexual side. Whelp. Heeeeeeere we go anyway!!!! (I kinda wanna see how long the list gets mwahaha)

Praise kink 'cause duh

Found out this year I am an appreciator of degredation to a degree

Casual day to day and slightly hardcore dominance

CNC with nonverbal safe signals

Oral fixation (hence the nonverbal signals)

Certain types of bondage, not a fan of swings, but getting my hands tied behind my back or to the bed posts is a must try at least once.

Breeding. Must I explain.

Very very light exhibitionism

BDSM, though humiliation isn't a huge turn on for me. I feel that humiliation and just giving me the choice to do something slightly embarrassing for a "reward" is different (e.g. saying something quite dirty that I'm wayyyy too shy to say is fine, you degrading me is fine but having me say non-sexual degrading things about myself is a no no)

I'm quite a big fan of marking. Seeing bruises on my skin has me feeling some type of way.

I adore possessiveness, but I feel it can get hypocritical very quickly so I'd rather the absence of it than have both of those together.

Very slight breath play, mostly prefer choking

Orgasm denial/forced edging

Overstimulation

Now, I do not have that kink where you try to feed someone so much they gain weight. I think it plays into my oral fixation honestly. I just love having people feed me directly sometimes. It feels intimate and full of love whilst showing I've submitted complete control.

I honestly think I'm more of a switch leaning person than a full on submissive. I haven't really explored it as I've not had the opportunity to, but I definitely have desires/fantasies that are more dominant leaning than my usual pleasure fodder.

Free use- offset of CNC

Primal play? I think that's what it's called. Basically if you played a very high stakes game of hide and seek with me in a very thick patch of woods I would not become a recognisable person.

SOMNOPHILIA. HOW COULD I FORGET HER.

Brat taming. Though I'm not the best actress.

Lactation kink. my deep dark secret you didn't see this.

Did I mention praise

Double penetrations, like spit roasting, but with a dildo you can stick to things. I'm not big on sharing or being shared in reality.

I go through phases of adoring the thought of getting kidnapped into the woods, and then sometimes it's a hard no. Probably one of the things I would agree to but it would be tentative and the safe word being used is quite likely.

I don't know if forced reading is considered a kink but trying to read something while other things are happening is a big oofta moment for me

I guess CNC/BDSM already implies it, but rough sex on the whole gets me going quite easily.

I am also a fan of just vanilla stuff! More often than not it's very relaxed scenarios that I get off to since I'm usually trying to help myself sleep.

Most of all, and this is the only requirement, I need banter. The idea of being "beaten" or matched mentally and made to feel like an equal/maybe even a bit less smart than my partner is such a turn on for me. Which sounds ridiculous because I can't word it properly. Basically, though it sounds so conceited, I always feel like I'm 10 steps ahead of people. I like being challenged, and being praised for "winning" any sort of game is equally as arousing as being degraded for not getting it. Everyone's always blowing smoke up my ass about how smart I am, and I have a very hard time believing it. If I've entered into some sort of D/s partnership, it's because I've given complete trust over and I'm going to believe most anything you say. If you say I'm smart, I'm such a good smart girl! If you say what a dumb little whore I am for getting it wrong, I must be just a desperate and silly girl who couldn't focus enough to actually try and beat you

This has gotten ridiculously long and the likelihood of anyone actually having made it to these words is so slim I feel silly.

#believe it or not there's more. I'm just too lazy to list them all #chatting with nonnies #also my size kink plays more into strength difference than actual size #voice kink.

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astroyongie · 2 years ago

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Okay i might be a little late to this but i was reading through your posts that i missed since last month cuz I haven’t been online and i feel like there are probably people who need to hear the things I’m about to say.Also I apologise in advance for an extremelyy long rant

So my best friend has an almost identical replica personality to changkyun and let me tell youuu about this type of people.When in relationships with people they don’t have very deep feelings for they don’t really care about their partners side and don’t wanna be tied down,but when they love you they LOVE you.And this doesn’t go just for romantic relationships. They are very genuine with their affections and would literally give you their heart their efforts their time their money their everything like yes they do the cooking yes they do the cleaning lmao.And that’s precisely why they rarely let someone in because they know they get down BAD.They hide their vulnerability.Out of fear that people will use it against them and hurt them because you can actually hurt them soo easily when they care about you.However they do have a tendency to keep their very intense emotions deep inside and then those emotions after being bottled up for a long time explode seemingly out of nowhere so definitely the type of people to show up drunk at your place at like 3 am to confess how much you mean to them.Or you recieve a random text of them saying they love you and you’re like whut but they probably been thinking about how they didn’t show you their love enough and got scared you might leave or something lol.They brag about how they won’t loose their independence and won’t ever be tied down by anyone but what they need and yearn for is the exact opposite.They want all the sappy stuff even though they would rather die than admit it.They built their walls hiigh around themselves but ohh how they wish somebody would penetrate them. And I didn’t hear those things from my bestie either lmao I understood them by observing her as these people never express how they are feeling so i 100% agree with you that they need a very empathetic person since they don’t voice their emotions so there could be a lot of unnecessary misunderstandings,so if you’re someone who needs a lot of verbal validation and have to have everything spelled out for you these folks are definitely not for you.

Changkyun too wouldn’t be insensitive to his partner crying or being upset if he loved them,he would probably still feel uncomfortable when they’re emotional or crying because he wouldn’t know how to react and he would probably definitely avoid them in that moment but he would feel very bad. Definitely wouldn’t straight up apologise unless he really went overboard but would definitely not just let it be either,he would try to show you he’s sorry indirectly by buying you food or a gift or just coming up and hugging you or doing something you love.The people that know him always say he’s very caring and soft and the members even said he was the most romantic member.

So dont worry monbebe changkyun is not a bad person and he’s completely an asshole in relationships either lmao. Both kyun and my girlie are fake bitches who be hiding their mega softness

And you who are dealing with similar people,I know they are hard to understand but don’t worry they probably care about you a lot more than you think you just have to dig deeper to see it.💗

thank you so much for sharing this !!! <3 I honestly think that you explained the whole situation better than I could <3

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nooradeservedbetter · 1 year ago

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I know you write bl but please do not defend Emma. She is known in our fandom as a transphobic asshole. She has been openly transphobic to harries and larries because they think Harry MIGHT be trans. She is also homophobic with how she as a cis het white woman thinks she has more say in how a gay fandom needs to operate. There are years worth of receipts of this. She harassed my friend because they tagged Harry as a princess on their own blog and tried to call them homophobic for doing so. Im mutuals with authors who had to drop out of the bl fest for personal reasons, and then Emma and her friends started harassing them for joining a non bl fest months later. You should see how former blouie authors are treated by her after they dont write exclusively bl fics anymore. The reason BLP is not well liked in fandom is because of her. There is literally a top Harry fic fest run by an actual trans person and much more supported by larries. Louis bottoming isn't the issue. For years blouies have made that their only personality and harassed and sent so many larries death threats (me included) because we blog on our own blogs about Harry wanting to be pregnant or singing about sucking dick or anything that doesn't make him "a top". Blouies have ruined themselves for their entire fandom and that anon is a perfect example of how they are.

Whew anon.

Okay, thank you for the ask and the respectful tone, I will try to maintain a respectful tone right back.

I don't exclusively write bl, I like to think I write fics where Louis gets taken care of one way or another. By bottoming, by subbing, by being cuddled; rn I have 2 smut fics, both of them sub Louis, one of them is them being vers (i.e. penetrating each other), the other *can* be considered bl, I did tag it as such, but the only penetration that happens is two lines of cockwarming. My current unpublished fics and ideas are:

The a/b/o fic fest that is Omega Louis/bl but has references to bh;

Exploring the idea of topping from the bottom: i have a petplay sub Harry fic that's half-written, currently plotting a vaguely Dom transrry fic. First one will be Dom!bl, second one Dom!bh. Might have a third one, but I still haven't decided;

The blff, I mean that's the name of;

The 1d fantasy fic fest that will be both vers and switch but it's darkfic so I don't think that's a great example to have here tbh lmao.

Okay, that said.

I did have run-ins with Emma back in the day; idk if you were there in 2015/16, but I have a whole tag where I actively fought people on Harry's possible gender identity, together with Angela and Jay (godspeed to both of them, they're much happier now believe me). It's been 8 years, I don't know what Emma is doing right now, besides managing the blff, and I don't know how she changed in eight years; eight years ago I was a staunch anarchist, and look at me now. You can come off anon and send me anything you might see fit, that would actually be great, and it would give me something to operate on. And on that point, I don't--think? That telling someone "hey yo instead of sending anon hate go and support the people who write/rec the fics you wanna read" is defending anyone? But it's understandable that if she's currently harassing people, that's a knee-jerk reaction.

Then to address your points about Louis bottoming... Again, I'm not sure, like. Feels a bit like you're barking at the wrong tree? One of my favourite smut authors is devilinmybrain (oh my god that 5+1 gross-hot fic nnnn) and I read, and to some extent write, quite happily everything as long as it's good. Like, both of them canonically have a prostate. It's a shame if they never use it. And Harry being feminine has nothing to do with Harry bottoming (or topping ;) of course), but this is something that needs its own post to be expanded.

With that long-ass rant in that post I wanted to make another point, and that point was directed to some of the reblogs, and that point was: stop wokeifying the gay community, because you--general you--will have a stroke if you ever go to a gay bar one day.

I won't reiterate the stuff I said there, but that should have been the main takeaway, not that I prefer writing bl or bh. I don't consider myself a blouie, by virtue of the fact that not only I read and write whatever, but also because I genuinely don't agree with a lot of the, like, ideological stances. On smut. I could talk about what hardcore bl/sh do and say probably all day, and Raf/Niv know what I'm talking about because they're usually the ones I fill with audios, but this post is already really long.

#i will say here in the tags because this is so besides the main point that it's on saturn #i used to get anon hate because i was considered a bh back in the day #which again i wasn't #since for me it's about who gets taken care of #which has little to do with penetration imho #but anyways #the reason why i switched from harry being taken care of to louis being taken care of #which is something that i did and can admit without any problem #is something i already talked about in tags here a couple times: harry changed mgmt and suddenly his gender defiance is part of the product #part of HARRY STYLES TM to sell the public #and that. honestly. sorry. i cannot connect with him anymore after that #again this one warrants his own post #but eh wanted to say it #anon!#replies #1d #the top/bottom debate

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jovialenfp · 2 years ago

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Stutz part II

1) All parts of life [in ref to waiting to get to one part of life in order to be happy] are guaranteed to have:

-pain

-uncertainty

-constant work

Often we create a "perfect" snapshot of something "out there" that will absolve us of the three aforementioned things.

2) Active love: imagining the world made out of love (in God's presence), dwelling in that, and then sending it to the person or thing that you are angry at/hurt by/etc. Imagine it entering the other person's body, almost becoming one with them. This enables you to be able to move forward.

"take action, no matter how afraid you are"

3) Finding meaning in the hard-ness. "All events have value and meaning"

4) The grateful flow. Analogy of the sun always being above the clouds (like climbing in an airplane). You can't see shit when you're in the clouds, but then once you go high enough, the sun breaks through. And it was always there, you just didn't see it. The cloud could be a season, a day, a few minutes, etc. The cloud can be penetrated through gratefulness.

Sitting and closing your eyes, naming things you're grateful for (get creative), and then allowing yourself to feel the feeling that comes with that.

You want to try and be in a constant state of gratitude. It connects you to God, and to all things. (Praise)

“Self-attack is a sin, and it’s an ignorant sin,” he said. “Not because there’s nothing wrong with you. It’s that we don’t attack ourselves for any reason. We just don’t do it, and that’s a law.”

5) Loss processing

"Before there's a loss they're just worrying about a loss. The goal of this is to get what's called potency of non-attachment. That means I can pursue something, but I'm willing not to have it. I still wanna pursue it. I want to pursue it really hard. But I'm also willing to lose.

Pick out something you feel you've become too attached to. You're afraid if you let go of it something terrible is gonna happen. Imagine you're grasping it (like a branch of a tree), and you're so afraid to let go, but you do. And you start to fall, but the falling is not a bad sensation, it's actually slow and gentle. As you're falling you say 'I'm willing to lose everything. And and at the bottom you hit the surface of the sun that was below you, and your body burns up. You become a sunbeam, one out of many. Radiating outward. You look around and see an infinite number of other suns, all beaming outwards. They are saying "we are everywhere". All you can do is give, you can't take. You can't grasp you can't hold on to anything. With this activity, you're trying to move towards non-attachment."

6) Accepting you will never figure it all out. Happiness depends on how you accept that and what you do about it. If you don't accept it, you have this thing in your mind that you can get over it or eliminate it, and you can't.

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borathae · 2 years ago

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“You want to try something you have never tried before and with Yoongi as your boyfriend, you know you have nothing to be afraid of. You are in safe hands after all.”

Pairing: Vampire!Yoongi x f.Reader

Gerne: established relationship!AU, domestic Fluff, Smut

Warnings: Yoongi being a cuddly bean, he is also very whiney about not getting enough headpats (while getting headpats), very dom switch!Reader, quite subby switch!Yoongi, oral (f.receiving), face sitting, breath play, choking, hair pulling, finger sucking (m.receiving), anal fingering, Yoongi's dirty talk 🥴, Yoongi’s hands, praising, she calls him kitten & her pretty sex slave, he calls her princess (obviously 🥵), double penetration with cock+fingers, multiple orgasms (f. & m, receiving), an anal orgasm too, lotsa drool, squirting, major scent kink, creampies, lotsa cum, he doesn’t wanna stop fucking her, the aftercare :(

Wordcount: 10.4k

a/n: I’m thinking about this couple all the time. This is also for all the lovely people asking me if I was ever planning on writing an anal scene where OC is the recieving part :-) yes, yes I was planning on writing one ohoho 👀 enjoy besties, this one just hits different 🥴❤

There is a knock on your door. You would have missed it, hadn't you come out of the bathroom just this moment.

"It's open!" you call out and disappear in your clothing room to fetch some pyjamas.

You hear nothing for a moment then suddenly you feel the presence of a shadow behind you.

A grin tugs at the left corner of your lips.

"Hey Yoongi", you say.

"How. The hell. Did you figure out I was behind you?" Yoongi sounds shocked and offended now that his prank of startling you failed so miserably.

"You're predictable", you say nonchalantly, snickering to yourself.

"Tzt."

There is silence as you undress then slip into your pyjamas. You take the damp towel and turn.

Yoongi is looking at you with a pout on his lips and his arms crossed in front of his chest. He seems to be in his pyjamas as well. Royal blue and cotton. His black hair is unstyled, hanging into his face and making his cheeks appear rounder than they actually are.

"What? You’re not sulking because I ruined your prank, are you?" you ask him, having to smile.

"No? It's because you said I'm predictable."

You chuckle, closing the distance between the two of you.

"Your attempts to startle me are", you say and peck his cheek, "you're still terribly exciting."

“Tzt, sure”, he murmurs.

“Yoongi, come now”, you say and chuckle because you know that this is just his way of getting you to kiss his cheek again. You do, because although you have long figured him out, you still like to pretend as if you hadn’t. He is, after all, way too adorable when you kiss his cheek, “you’re the most exciting person, my prince”, you whisper after pulling back from the kiss.

"Mhm", he hums and touches your waist. His eyes are soft in fondness, running along your features. You won him over. There is no way in hell he could pretend any longer.

"What takes you here?" you ask him, "I thought you wanted to use the night to hunt with Kook."

"We were, but we're back already. We were faster than initially planned."

He follows you outside now that you are leaving to store away the towel in the bathroom. You hang it over your towel dryer, smoothing it out so there wouldn’t be any folds in the fabric.

"That's good to hear. How did Kook do?"

"Good, he only ripped through one rabbit."

"That's amazing. Gosh Yoongi, you’ve already taught him so much.”

“No, it’s nothing”, he dismisses you, flustering just slightly.

You turn, “well I think it’s awesome. You’re so sweet, Yoongs.”

“Whatever”, he mumbles, looking to the side with burning cheeks.

Said cheek is getting a big kiss on it, before you abandon him for the sake of snuggling up under the blanket.

You sigh in happiness, using two pillows to prop yourself up. You are currently reading a book about European Art and want to read a few chapters before falling asleep.

It happens then that a head tries to wiggle itself under your arm. Quite vehemently, actually. Yoongi, now under the blankets as well and trying his hardest to get you to hug him.

"Yoongi", you chuckle fondly, lifting the arm he is nudging violently, "I'm trying to read."

"Well don’t, I’m back", he says, nudging your chest with his button nose. His hair is tickling your chin just slightly.

"But it’s a really good book", you say, keeping your eyes glued to it as best as possible. He is adorable when he is like that, but the book is so exciting that you don’t want to break away just yet.

Yoongi wiggles again, forcing his way between your legs. He almost knocks the book out of your hands in the process.

"Oh my god", you murmur, "you're unbelievable, it’s not like you can’t see that I'm trying to read."

Yoongi cares rather little, plopping his head down on your chest with a quiet "hmpf". So now he is snuggling you, resting between your legs and with his arms bent by his elbows as he rests them against your torso.

He tilts his head up, meeting your ardently fond gaze. He flutters his lashes, giving you a boyish grin.

"You're so annoying", you tell him.

"You smell nice", he answers you.

"Mhm", you give his forehead a chaste kiss and bury your left hand in his hair to play with it as you read, "you're still annoying, you sweetie."

Yoongi rests against you with a content sigh, trailing touches up and down your side. He likes this so much. Headpats, your heartbeat and feeling your chest rise and sink slowly while your sweet warmth and mellifluous scent is engulfing him. There are only a few things better than this. He can even take you calling him annoying. This is a price he is willing to pay, if the reward is getting to snuggle you under the blanket.

Yoongi closes his eyes and then falls into the silence. Besides your heartbeat and breathing, there aren’t many sounds in the room. The crinkling of paper as you flick the pages, a distant call of an owl outside, footsteps of Jungkook hurrying around in his wing. The sounds aren’t many, which makes the entire situation just oh so relaxing.

"Ah, so that’s what this means", every now and then Yoongi can also listen to you whisper to yourself. Commentary about the book, a few lines out of it and just the occasional "that makes sense". He likes listening to the whispers. They sound as if you only really say them for yourself and you solely allow Yoongi to take part in them. He feels special. He gets to hear your little thoughts and no one else.

You like this so much. You may have called him annoying, but you meant not a single word of it. There are only a few things better than having Yoongi as your own personal heating blanket. He is always so warm and snuggly and once he has found his nestling spot, he also becomes as still as a stone. The only movements you get from him are his fingertips touching you mindlessly and the occasional nuzzle of his nose. He is not at all annoying. He is a calm, warming presence granting you company in the perfect tranquillity. This is honestly what life is about.

It happens that soon you feel sleepiness creep up on you. The book, once manageable to be held by one hand, becomes unbearably heavy to carry. You untangle your fingers from Yoongi’s hair to use it as help for holding the book instead.

"Hey", the complaint is instant, just as you knew it would be. First you get a nudge with his nose, then Yoongi lifts his head to send you an equal parts warning and pleading glare.

"What?" you ask him, flipping the page.

"Don't stop", he says, nudging you as he gives you the biggest puppy eyes.

"But my arm's tired. I can’t hold the book anymore."

"So stop reading."

"I'm almost done with the chapter. Just four more pages."

Yoongi huffs out air and drops his head back on your chest. He stays like this for the amount of time it takes you to read five sentences then he nudges you again.

You ignore him with a smile. Four more sentences and Yoongi nudges you again. Three more and he whines as he does. Two more.

"___ it’s too long", he whines, lifting his head again.

"Three more pages, it’s not too long."

Yoongi huffs out air and wiggles up your body, forcing his head between the book and your face. He is frowning adorably.

"Yoongi, oh my god", you exclaim in a laugh, "I've literally been petting your hair for an hour. You’re so greedy."

"So? It’s not enough", he complains with his lips terribly pouty.

He makes you melt, he truly does. With fond eyes, you reach out and pinch his cheek.

"Three more pages, please Yoongs."

"You're cruel", he murmurs, dropping back on your chest with a dramatic huff of air, "you don’t do anything for me."

"Oh my god", you gasp, bursting into laughter, "you're so dramatic", you say, dropping the book in order to wrap your arms around him. You roll you and him over, making it so that Yoongi is squeezed against your chest and you can wrap your legs around him.

You smooch his hair, listening to the small giggle he lets out.

"I can't just pet your hair forever. You have to learn how to live without it", you say and contrary to your words, you are once again petting his hair.

"Don't wanna", he mumbles, snuggling into you with a content purr.

It earns him a fond eye roll and a click of your tongue.

"God Yoongi, you’re so greedy."

He nods his head in agreement, "can’t help it, it’s my nature. Glutton and all."

"Oh? So you’re blaming biology here?"

"Mhm, it’s in my DNA."

"Okay, okay", you giggle, "we can’t argue with biology can we?"

"No."

"Oh love", you say and sigh, squeezing him closer, "you're such a dork."

"Mhm, probably", he answers you, holding you oh so tightly.

You stop your pets because you want to tease him a little. The reaction is instant. Yoongi lifts his head in an aggressive twitch. His brows are furrowed, his eyes dark yet pleading.

“Stop”, he warns loudly.

“Yeah? Okay”, you say, pulling your hand away.

“No”, Yoongi reaches for it and tugs it back on his head, “stop stopping. It’s not funny.”

You snicker.

“It’s not funny”, he insists, sounding oh so incredibly whiney about it all while he makes your hand pet his hair.

“Yeah it is, you’re so cute.”

Yoongi hides in your chest with a grumble, twisting your shirt between his balled fists. It’s a reaction to getting flustered, which in return made him realise that he acted way too childish (in his opinion) and then being too embarrassed about it that only hiding away could help. He does that sometimes when he is especially clingy but somehow realises just how untypical Yoongi he acts. He gets so embarrassed about it then and yet somehow he never runs away, he just pulls you closer and hides away in your embrace.

You smile, digging your fingers into his hair to keep him close. You kiss his head, resting your chin on top of it afterwards.

“I love you”, you whisper.

“Mhmloveyoutoo”, he murmurs into your chest, slowly but surely turning back into that calm, unmoving presence he always is when you cuddle. So he finally found his new nestling spot, now so entirely content with it that he turns into a stone in order not to accidentally leave it again.

You close your eyes and smile. This is truly the best moment ever.

You fall asleep twenty minutes later and all the nudging and whining in the world couldn’t get Yoongi any more head pets.

The bed is empty when he wakes. He feels dizzy, sitting up with his hair a complete mess.

"Urgh fuck", he groans, blinking slowly as he rolls his neck a few times to get the stiffness out of it. He rubs it, letting out a quiet hiss of discomfort. He must have slept so deeply that he didn’t move at all the entire night. His neck is so stiff.

“Fuck”, he mumbles and rolls his shoulders next.

His throat is so dry, his tongue feels like cardboard. Why did he have to sleep with his mouth open? He knows he did because his cheek is still covered in remnants of his drool.

He wipes it away, pulling a grimace of disgust.

"Fucking rancid", he murmurs, "I have to get my act together again. I'm slacking way too much."

There is a glass of water beside him on the bedside table. A yellow sticky note is stuck to it. It was once perfectly straight but the condensation made it slip sideways. He takes the note and the glass.

"Good morning my prince :) You look so adorable when you sleep."

Yoongi rolls his eyes. No he doesn’t. He looks like an idiot.

"I'm in the gym. This water is for you. Drink it, it will do you good. If you won’t, I’ll force it down your throat once I’m back.”

Yoongi chuckles.

“Love and lots of love, your princess."

"Fine, I’ll drink the water", he murmurs and then begins drinking deliciously. It feels refreshing and gets rid of the itch in his throat.

He decides to lie down afterwards. He should probably get up and do something productive with his day, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t really have a lot to do these days. With all the threats being taken care of and the world being a mostly safe place for you, Yoongi doesn’t have a lot to take care of during his days, especially now that Jungkook is doing so well with his training as well. He never thought that such a day would come. That one day he would actually have nothing to do. It feels so peculiar, strange even, leaving him with a deep itch of fear that one day all of this will crumble again. He can’t shake it. Life can’t be that peaceful, not his life especially. The deep itch becomes stronger and almost unbearable the longer he thinks about it, so he tries not to think about it too often.

You would scold him so much if you found out that he was bottling up those feelings. Yoongi can’t help it however. He doesn’t want to tell you because it’s so stupid and silly and he doesn’t want to burden you with his own paranoia. He can handle it himself, he can do it, he managed to live alone for so long and he can manage. He just has to push those feelings down and then everything is good again.

Yoongi takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. He taps his own stomach with his fingers. He'll just push them down. He'll just think about the present. And last night. Was he being too childish last night? He was. He is so embarrassed. He is way too clingy and childish these days. You were reading your book and he acted like a little baby. Fuck. He is so embarrassed. Why can’t he have more control over himself these days? It happens more and more. He sees you and his entire composure crumbles and all his brain is chanting is "cuddles! Want cuddles! Cuddles!"

He can’t even control it happening.

When he sees you, all he wants to do is be close to you and feel your warmth and drown in your scent. It’s as if every single rational part of his brain shuts off and he is left feeling like an attention starved animal.

Yoongi huffs out air and opens his eyes again.

"I have to get my shit together", he murmurs.

"What are you plotting again?"

Yoongi lifts his head upon hearing your voice. It happens instantly. His brain turns off and he becomes an attention starved idiot. It also doesn’t help that you are in nothing but lace panties and your hair is just slightly damp from the shower you took. That view turns other gears in his body as well. The type which make him want to press his legs together.

"I, I-", Yoongi stutters, feeling oh so dumb in awe. His chest feels so warm. His tummy is tingling like crazy. You are so beautiful, holy fuck.

You chuckle fondly and make your way to the bed.

Yoongi watches with his head feeling dizzy. He is so weak.

You get on all fours and crawl to him.

Yoongi gulps when you claim the spot on top of him. You still keep on all fours, resting your knees next to his hips and caging in his head with your arms.

"Good morning", you whisper, claiming his lips in a kiss before Yoongi can as much as take a breath to answer you.

Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut and makes a sound. Even the last part of his brain, which was once rational and calm, shuts off. Now he is utterly stupid.

The kiss breaks. Yoongi chases you with parted lips. The minty taste of your toothpaste is still lingering on his tongue.

He peels his eyes open, meeting your playful gaze. You are just inches away from his face, standing above him with so much confidence that Yoongi feels dizzy.

"Did you sleep well?" you ask him.

He nods his head, not finding any words to speak.

"Yeah? I'm glad you did. I worked out with Kook earlier, now I’m back from the shower."

He nods his head again, blinking his eyes at you.

The chuckle you let out sounds like honey to his ears. You grip his chin with two fingers, sending a shiver through his limbs.

"What's wrong? Did someone steal your voice?" you ask him, dragging your thumb over his lower lip.

Yoongi squirms, arching his torso into your direction. He was wrong before. Now is the time where every sane part of him turned off.

"Mhm. It seems that someone did", you say, abandoning his chin to run your fingers through his hair. Starting at his bangs before going to the back. You do it with a certain roughness to it, making Yoongi’s eyelids flutter and his head tilt back as gasps make his chest heave up and down quickly.

"Your hair was messy", you say, "don’t worry, I fixed it for you."

"Thank you", his voice was so raspy that he has to clear it afterwards, feeling hot in embarrassment.

"You're welcome", you say with a playful smile, dancing your fingers down the side of his face. You grant his lips one touch of your thumb. One, which he chases oh so eagerly.

You break away afterwards, all to his dismay.

"I'm going to make breakfast now. Do you want something too?"

You asked him as you removed yourself from his body. It happened during those seconds that your eyes fell to his crotch. One double take and then they are locked on it and the embarrassing semi he sports.

Your eyes flit up to his'. He stares at you with widened eyes and his lips parted in shock. You caught him. His embarrassing secret is out. Yoongi is now exposed as this weak idiot, who gets hard from nothing but a kiss and a gentle touch to the lips. He can’t help it. It’s so hot to be underneath you.

"Unless", you smirk teasingly, "unless your preferred breakfast's already here."

Yoongi licks his lips. He is so embarrassed that he gets hard just by having you on top of him. He is truly such a weak man. Despite all the shame however, he can’t deny that he is literally aching for a taste of you.

"Am I right, Yoongi?"

"Mhm, yeah", he rasps, lighting your eyes up in excitement.

“Yeah”, you whisper, inching closer just to trace his lips again.

Yoongi gulps, lets you touch him with held breath.

“Do you wanna have it?” you ask.

He nods his head, parting his lips just to let the tip of his tongue flick over your thumb. Once, with his eyes locked on yours. The touch makes you smile in that taunting way of yours. With a playful look in your eyes you draw back and begin undressing, keeping your eyes locked on him.

Yoongi sneaks a glance down at you once you are naked, trying and failing not to squirm. You look so fucking sexy, all he wants to do is devour you.

You keep the panties between two of your fingers, tangling them over his face. Yoongi squirms and tilts his head up. You touch his chin first then drag the thin fabric up his face. Yoongi follows the feeling with his eyes closed and his nose working tirelessly to get your scent.

Sweet. Oh so sweet. Yoongi groans and twists the sheets. So sweet.

The fabric slips off his forehead. Yoongi tilts his head back to chase it, parting his lips as he does.

The touch never comes again. He watches in heartbreak as you drop the panties on the bed.

"What do you think?" you ask him.

"So sweet", he groans, breathing heavily. There was still the slightest remainder of your scent on his face and he is soaking it up like a starved animal.

"Want more?"

"Yeah."

The mattress dents beside his sides. Yoongi looks at you, watching you crawl on top of him. It happens naturally that he drops further and further into the pillows as you crawl up his body. He welcomes you with open arms, gawking at your pussy with blown-out pupils.

She is just inches away, he wants her now. You seem to be in a teasing mood however, swirling your hips above him while never going down. He growls, digging his nails into your thighs. Your scent is making his head pound in arousal.

"Do you want it?"

"So bad", he groans, salivating.

You move closer. Yoongi opens his mouth and moans. You move away again. His eyes flit to your face.

You giggle, "how bad?"

"So bad", he croaks, kneading your thighs.

"Yeah? That bad?" you ask, moving closer just to pull back again when he looks the most hopeful.

"Princess…" he rasps, drooling all over his lower face by now.

The giggle you let out taunts him. You are so good at riling him up. His entire body is aching in denial.

Closer again. Yoongi gurgles and sticks his tongue out. Nothingness as you pulled away again.

He squeezes your hips and gives you a desperate look.

"Please sit on me", he pleads.

You touch his hair, sending shivers through his body.

"Say it again", you order, moving oh so close but not close enough.

"Please."

"Please what?"

"Suffocate me."

Closer. Hopefulness. Broken hearts as you pull away again.

"Holy fuck, please I wanna be smothered by your cunt", he croaks painfully, squeezing your ass, "please fucking sit on me."

"You're so hot when you’re like this", you say and move closer.

And closer.

Yoongi moans loudly, trembling. It is finally happening.

He groans deeply when you finally sit down on his face, squeezing you closer with strong arms until you are finally fucking smothering his entire face.

"Fuck. Yoongi", he hears you press out above him, but it’s nothing but a distant whisper to him. He can also hear how you hit the headboard with your hands as you search for support, it’s nothing but background noise as well.

His ears are ringing. His head is pounding. His limbs are tensing. His cock is throbbing. He finally has you. Your scent, your taste, your warmth. It’s finally controlling his every decision.

Yoongi moans uncontrollably, feasting on your pussy while pressing you closer and closer to make sure he is truly and utterly engulfed in nothing but you.

He hears you gasp and moan and mutter words, but truly he has no idea what you actually tell him. He can’t hear anything except the rushing of your blood and the racing of your heart. Also his own sounds and he thinks that he sounds like such a desperate idiot. He doesn’t change it however, because quite frankly, he couldn’t. You taste so fucking good. Especially in the morning.

When Yoongi can start off his day by having your pussy be the first taste coating his tongue, he knows that the day will be a good day. Nothing could get him happier and more motivated to cease the long day than getting fed your sweetness first thing in the morning.

He is especially grateful for it this morning. He has no idea why, but he thinks that you taste especially amazing today. Mellifluous, rich, addicting. Yoongi is swallowing you up with tears of gratitude in the corners of his eyes and his long fingers digging deeply into the flesh of your perfect ass.

You feed him so well too. You are so good. So eager to give him as much of your pleasure as you can. He is grateful for your eagerness, so entirely indebted to you.

“Thank you”, he croaks, “so sweet, thank you.”

You laugh breathily, tilting your head back, “no thank you”, you croak, “fucking amazing….” you say and retort to sighing out your moans, running your fingers through his raven hair to keep him motivated.

Not that Yoongi needs motivation to please you. Just as the sun rises in the east and the moon controls ebb and flow, he exists to give you pleasure. It’s a given, a law of nature, an unchangeable fact. You exist and Yoongi will devote his everything to you.

It happens not long into the future that he has you shaking on top of him as he rips a deep orgasm out of you. Yoongi makes sure that you have your weight on top of his face as you shake, feeling dizzy in suffocation and sucking on your pussy until she throbs in overstimulation.

Then the fighting begins. His urges are giving him strength, the kind of strength which makes it oh so easy to force your fleeing body to stay locked on his face until you are cursing and squirting all over him. His urges to be good however fight against them. He is, after all, nothing but a pretty face and eager tongue right now. He shouldn’t be greedy.

“Fuck..Yoongi..too much”, you croak, having your head thrown back while your knees are shaking in weakness, “too much...”

Yoongi growls, forces you closer. More. This can’t be everything. He needs more and more.

“You fucking bastard”, you croak with stuttering hips, “it’s seriously- ah!”

More and more. Yoongi is sucking so harshly on your clit you fear he might bruise it on accident. You convulse, try to flee again, fail and convulse a second time. There is no use in fighting. He has you in a tight lock and all you can do is give him one more pulsating orgasm.

“Yoongi stop”, you croak afterwards because he just doesn’t want to let go. You somehow manage to wiggle your hand between his’ and the thigh he is bruising. He intertwines his fingers with you instantly.

“Stop”, you moan, shaking his hand to somehow wake him up from his trance, “it’s too much, ah- aha fuck, stop.”

Your words finally begin reaching him. The desperation in them, the agony, it’s enough to clear his pounding head. Finally he feels how you are clutching his hand, how you are trembling on top of him, how you can barely take any breaths. How far gone was he? How long was he drowning in you?

“Stop please”, he hears you beg, peeling his eyes open to meet your pleading gaze. Your body is glistening in a sheer layer of sweat, your eyes are glassy. He whimpers, releasing the tight lock he has around your legs with an aching heart. It’s not enough for him. He isn’t soaked enough. He needs more. But he has to be good, obey your orders.

"Fuck", you spit, pressing his head into the pillows by his forehead.

Yoongi is almost breaking into tears when your pussy actually leaves his face. Now nothing but the wet patches of your orgasms are his companions, covering his entire face and parts of his neck.

"You fucking animal", you croak, shimmying down his body until you can sit down on his lap.

Yoongi touches his own face, picking up the remnants of his favourite taste to lick it off his hands. You watch it happening. Yoongi has his eyes squeezed shut, making the saddest sounds ever. He looks so fucking desperate.

"Fuck, Yoongi", you growl, twisting the collar of his shirt to tug him up.

Yoongi sits up with a groan, keeping his head tilted back until you shake him and force him to actually use his muscles.

Your eyes meet.

“I’m dizzy, you’re crazy.”

Yoongi groans weakly, hooking his fingers behind your neck just to pull you closer. His tongue he keeps outside, panting at you like an animal.

“What?” you ask him.

Yoongi whimpers and claims your lips in a sloppy, oh so wet kiss. Just tongue on tongue and desperate moans. He is searching for it. Your taste. Just something that carries your essence in it. Your kiss is the closest he can get to what he really wants.

But you break away. You break away with a teasing chuckle, leaving him so desperate for more. Yoongi touches your naked tits, pulling a face of desperation. One harsh squeeze and you know that he is currently suffering in impatience.

"Fuck me", he pleads.

"Fuck you?"

"Yes, please", he drags his hands down to your hips just so he can tug you closer to his aching cock. He makes you rut against him. Wet pussy against clothed bulge. The friction is mind numbingly good.

"You're so needy."

"Yeah", he agrees and tugs again, "just wanna be buried inside of you. Wanna feel your warmth."

"Shit Yoongi, I love it when you talk like this", you say, "work with me, will you?"

Yoongi works willingly, helping you with taking off his pants. He watches with a pounding head as you gather up the fabric just to bury your face in it.

You shudder as you drown in his scent. Yoongi feels short-breathed. You are smelling him. His scent. His essence. Fuck, you are getting lost in it just as he always gets lost in you. He is flustered and yet so turned on, kneading your tits needily while mewling in desperation.

"Fuck yes", you growl, "you smell so fucking good."

"___ please", he whines, grabbing your hips, "fuck, please. Fuck me."

You drop his pants and grab his throat. You feel how he gulps and as you wrap your other hand around his cock you can feel how he throbs.

"What are you, Yoongi?" you ask him, jerking him off quickly.

Yoongi throbs in your hand, squeezes your hips.

"Yours", he rasps.

"Not enough", you warn, squeezing his throat.

He tilts his head back slightly, "your sex slave", he moans.

"Almost there. There's one word missing."

He whines, shaking his head.

"Come on, say it and I'll give you my pussy."

He falters, forcing you to slow down your touches as a punishment. He squirms as a reaction, pressing his thighs together.

“Come on. It’s not that hard. It’s just one word.”

"Your pretty sex slave", he croaks, barely keeping his eyes open now that you are cutting off his air so perfectly.

"There we go. Perfect, kitten", you praise and reward him by sinking down on his veiny cock.

Yoongi keens, throwing his head back and pulling you snug against his stomach.

"You feel so good", he moans, trembling when you begin bouncing on him, "yes so good. Fuck princess, so fucking good. Thank you, thank you so much."

One hand is now digging into his shoulder while the other is still keeping a tight grip around his throat. Like this you can really feel just how noisy he is today, how he seems to be unable to stop making sounds, how he gulps and gasps for sparse air. All while his cock is buried oh so deep inside of you, filling you up so well.

You move closer, pressing your lips against the shell of his ear.

"I wanted you so bad, Yoongi", you rasp, "ever since I woke up to you next to me, I wanted you", you press out a soft moan, "fuck, when I came back from my workout and saw you looking so pretty while you were sleeping, I considered waking you with your cock down my throat", you confess in a whisper, licking along the edge of his ear.

Yoongi mewls, tilting his head to the side to give you more access. Hearing you talk like this is getting him so good.

"But I decided against it. A mistake", you chuckle, making sure to squeeze around his cock until he moans desperately, "fuck Yoongi, how I wanted to touch myself in the shower to the thought of you", you tongue down his ear, taking his earlobe between your teeth.

Yoongi twitches inside of you, growing oh so fucking hard. His fingers are almost crushing your hips in desperation, tugging you closer and closer in a fast rhythm. The movement makes sounds, skin against skin, slick wetness and creaking bed springs.

You release his earlobe with a soft moan, returning to whispering against him.

"But I didn’t. You know why?"

He mewls a weak "no", then returns to bouncing you on his throbbing cock. He needs to fuck. Needs it. Needs it so bad. He is rutting up into you, meeting your movements so harshly you feel dizzy with each slam of hips.

"Because I wanted my first orgasm to be on your pretty face. It’s made for it after all", you pause just to let a moan tickle his ear.

He curses under his breath, gulping under your fingers afterwards.

"And now I can’t stop fucking cumming", you make your voice sound oh so desperate just to rile him up, "you make me wanna fucking cum over and over again. Hear me, kitten? Your body gets me so fucking good."

You show him the honesty of your words by orgasming right on his cock, hard and oh so good.

"Fuck Yoongi", you whisper into his ear shakily, "fuck, I feel so good because of��you….aah."

Yoongi feels dizzy. He abandons your hips just to hug your waist instead. He buries his face in your shoulder, mewling your name. You are so sexy today. No wonder Yoongi lost every sense of control. How could he not, when you talk to him like that? When you touch him like that? Use his body like that? There is no way he wouldn’t lose himself in your presence.

"Fuck", you growl, tugging his head back by a bundle of his hair. Your eyes meet. Yoongi feels breathless at the droopiness of your gaze. You are tight around his length. Tight and so wet, still throbbing in your dying down high. And yet your hips are as restless as ever, rutting into him without a break.

"I'm not done", you lull.

"Don't stop", he begs and runs his hands up your back. He is not even close to being satisfied. He couldn’t be happier about your own insatiable nature.

"Oh trust me, I won’t", you say and grab his right hand just to force two of his fingers into your mouth.

“Princess”, he growls, eyes focusing on your busy lips and cock throbbing inside of you.

You quite literally choke on them, gagging so sexily around him that Yoongi has to grind his teeth.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum. You’re so sexy like this”, he whispers, tilting his head back just enough that he can show off his pouty lips parting in bliss.

You give him a delicious moan, breaking away but letting way too much of your drool coat his digits.

"So good", you moan, "fuck, I love your fingers."

“Princess”, he rasps, gazing at your glistening lips and just how eagerly you lick them.

“Mhm”, you huff out air and tug his hand behind you. Your eyes lock with his’, begging him to please understand what you mean by it as you keep his hand close to your ass.

“Fuck, ___”, he croaks and closes the distance between his fingers and your rim, applying enough pressure that he can watch your eyelids flutter in anticipation.

“Are you serious?” he asks.

“Yeah”, you nod your head vigorously, “wanna be so stuffed by you. Just your cock's not enough anymore.”

Yoongi gulps, fighting his urge to fulfil your wish right here and there. Just push them inside, stuff you with his fingers, fill you up. But he shouldn’t act hasty, not when you look so innocently curious about the sensation.

“Have you ever done this before?” he asks, giving you a slow massage. It makes your pussy oh so wet around his cock. So wet in fact, that Yoongi is sure you are dripping all over his pubes and thighs. It’s the hottest thought to him, motivating him to give your needy rim the kind of massage it deserves.

You shake your head, fluttering your lashes at him playfully while rocking your hips back and forth. The touch is so new, but feels so good. It definitely makes you sensitive and oh so needy.

“Fuck princess, you’ll be the fucking death of me”, he says and laughs in a moan. He presses you closer with his hand on the back of your head, chasing your lips in one fleeting kiss before he keeps close enough that you can feel his words as he speaks, “relax, my princess. You’ll feel so good, trust me.”

“I do. I trust you”, you sigh, "that’s why I want you to take me that way. Fucking fill me up."

Yoongi dances his hand down from your head to the middle of your back. Like this he hugs you closer, angling your body not only to fuck you so much better but also to make your hips shift for easier access.

You welcome the change happily, hooking your arms behind his neck and moaning his name into the crook of his neck.

“You’re so perfect”, he praises, soiling his fingers with a new layer of his spit just to make it easier to slip in.

You gasp and tense up when you feel them on your hole again. Warm and oh so skilled, drawing circles to rile you up. And he does. He riles you up. The sensation feels so new and yet electric.

“Yes, shit so good”, you whisper, melting into him.

The thought came to you in the shower. You want Yoongi to take your anal virginity. You have no idea why that thought came to you, but it did and so you spent a good amount of time getting as ready and clean for it as possible. The process made you so horny that you had to ride his face to get rid of some of the pressure in your stomach. But it wasn’t enough, obviously because it’s Yoongi and you want this man so fucking bad.

Yoongi puts pressure into his touch, eliciting a gasp from you. The pressure is intense. So intense.

“Relax, my princess”, he whispers, “you’re tensing up.”

You whimper, flinching when he tries again.

"W-wait."

"It's okay, princess", he whispers, pulling away, "I won’t do it."

You lift your head, locking eyes with him despite being way too embarrassed. Not only because trying out new things is always a little awkward but also because you pulled back.

"Sorry, I know I’m weird. First I want it and act all confident and now I’m chickening out."

“You’re not. You’re perfect”, Yoongi assures you with a soft smile.

"I do want it, but uhm. Can, can we do it with lube?”

“Yeah? You’d feel better with it?”

You nod your head.

"At first I was like yeah spit that’s sexy but then I remembered how easily it dries out and now I’m scared."

He gives you a fond smile.

"Okay then, let's try it with lube", he says, reaching for the bottle of lube in your bedside drawer.

It’s the easiest place to store. With your bed being host to your perfect man on most nights, you realised that something as essential as lube should be kept in close reach. Yoongi thanks your past self for the brilliant idea. He doesn’t even have to lift you off his cock and can still give your buttock a slow massage while his left hand is getting the lube.

You watch him slather two of his fingers in it, gulping in anticipation of what was to come. He lifts them into your vision, curling his lips into a teasing smirk. There they are. His long fingers. Wet and glistening in lube. The visual is enough to make you tremble on his lap.

“All wet”, he says, curling them slowly. Just how he would do if they were buried deep inside of you. It’s so unfair just how aware of his hands’ sexiness Yoongi is. You hate and love him for it.

“Fuck”, you whisper, “Yoongi, you’re so hot.”

“Mhm, I know”, he rasps and wiggles them once. Then he finally reaches behind you, keeping his eyes focused on yours. You tilt your hips to make it easier, feeling breathless in excitement.

The touch comes as no surprise, but still makes you gasp and your skin feel electric.

"How's that, princess?" he asks, rubbing his fingers up and down in slow motions.

"Good", you whisper.

"Perfect. Now come here, rest against me. I'll take care of you."

"Yoongi", you mewl, falling around his neck.

"That's it. That’s better, isn’t it?"

"So safe…" you lull, hugging him tightly.

"Yeah, you are", he whispers with his lips pressed to the side of your head, "you're in safe hands, princess. I've got you."

Yoongi pushes again. The lube does its job instantly. There it goes. His middle finger. It slips right in, breaching your tight hole slowly.

"Oh, oh….oh", you let out, tightening your hug. You are dripping on his cock, feeling dizzy. So that’s how that feels. Thick and as if you were being stretched oh so much. Inch by inch you feel fuller and fuller. Inch by inch, your rim gets hotter and hotter.

"Holy cow", you press out.

"I've got you, princess. Feel it, you’re doing it", Yoongi says, feeding you the rest of his finger until it sits inside of you. Long and thick, stretching you out all while making you feel so stuffed.

This is it. Now you are truly filled up. You have his finger up your ass.

You don’t know what to do. Should you moan? Should you squirm? Stay still? Go insane? Maybe you should start with breathing. Quick and without rhythm. Breathe. Just breathe.

"You're doing so well", Yoongi praises, caressing your spine, "does it hurt?"

"No", you bring out.

"But?"

"No but, just unfamiliar."

"I know, it’s weird at first, but feel that."

He begins moving his finger. Not much, just very slow movements in and out. You tense up, curling your toes. The friction on your rim is hot. It’s insane just how well you can feel every inch of him. When he is fingering your pussy the sensations blend into one warm buzz, but this right here? You feel every single change of movement.

"Ah."

In and out. In and out. You feel it, get lost in it, get addicted to it.

"Ah, god. Ah."

"I know, that feels so good", he whispers in that sweet voice of his'. His sweet, sweet voice which always manages to either calm you down or make you horny. Somehow it does both right now. It lulls you into relaxation just as much as it turns you on. Granted, his veiny cock fucking your pussy while you have his long finger up your ass, doesn’t help with not feeling turned on either.

"Yes, feels good", you sigh, relaxing in a shudder.

"There we go, relax", he whispers, rewarding you with slow movements of his hips.

It is truly crazy how one finger up your ass changes the entire sensations of the fuck. You can feel his cock so well. As if his finger is making you tighter.

"I'm so tight."

"Does it hurt?" Yoongi slows down.

"No", you shudder, "please don’t stop. Your cock is so good."

He purrs deeply, returning to the slow fuck of before. His cock shifts inside of you while his finger is stretching your hole in a gentle rhythm.

"I can feel it too, princess", he lulls drunkenly, "you feel so good when I’m plugging you up."

"Don't call it that", you whine.

"Why?" he chuckles.

"It's so hot, wanna cum too bad."

"You're so cute", he says and kisses your shoulder, "my princess is the cutest."

You shudder.

"Fuck Yoongi, faster."

Yoongi moves his hips, timing the movements with that of his finger. The sensations are so different and yet fit so perfectly together. His cock sends warmth through your pussy while his finger is making your ass feel electric. They are opposite sensations and yet go so well together that you find yourself scratching down his undercut while your body is tensing on top of him.

"Is that alright?" he asks.

"It's fucking incredible. Holy cow", you croak.

"Yeah? Fuck princess, I can’t believe you’re letting me do this."

"You know me", you falter as you pant quickly. With lots of struggle, you manage to turn your head so you could press your lips against his ear again, "you make me want to do the kinkiest shit", you rasp, twisting his ruffled hair right where it turns into his undercut.

Yoongi lets out a deep growl, squeezing you closer to his stomach. It forces your back to arch and for your holes to feel way too empty. It also manages to grind your clit against his lower stomach, right where his happy trail merges into his pubes. The feeling of it sending constant bolds of pleasure through your veins.

"I wanna fuck you so good", he rasps, "fuck, wanna treat you so well."

"Yoongi", you mewl, trembling.

"Yeah, wanna fuck you so fucking good", he says in an intoxacted mumble, "wanna make you feel so fucking good, princess. So goddamn good."

"Y-you are, ah Yoongi ah", you keen, gasping while your body is squirming on top of him. He is holding you so safely, moving your body so skillfully, using his hips just as you like it. He gets you so good. Oh so good.

"Mhm princess", he lulls, dragging the tip of his nose up your neck. His tongue follows, sending hot tickles down your skin. His lips touch your ear, "I've got you."

"Yeah, got me", you mewl, turning your head.

No distance. Blurry visions. Aching lips. Your noses are touching, your lips barely are. Yoongi closes his eyes, basking in that closeness with his entire being. He loves this so much. Being so close to you. It’s his heaven.

"Give me another finger", you beg against his lips, forcing him to peel his eyes open in surprise.

"Are you sure?" he asks, moaning softly when you suddenly twist his hair and pull him even closer.

"So sure. Shit Yoongi, plug me up."

"Baby", he moans, chasing the kiss you are so close to giving him.

"Please. Give it to me", you beg, kissing him oh so deeply.

Yoongi mewls, pressing you closer with his arm around your waist. His neck is craning in the position, but he wouldn’t want it any other way. He chooses to go with his ring finger, stuffing it into your tight hole slowly. Your breath hitches, your fingers twist his hair harder, your pussy becomes even tighter.

"Holy fuck", you say under your breath, breaking the kiss, "holy fucking fuck."

"Too much?"

"Not enough", you croak and then begin bouncing on him all while chanting about how good he gets you.

Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut, holding you tightly all while trying not to cum right here and there. Having his fingers up your tight ass while his cock can feel them? It’s something he didn’t think he would ever be able to feel, let alone this morning. He is so into the sensation. So fucking into it.

He wraps his arm around your waist tighter and bucks his hips up. His face he buries in the crook of your neck, inhaling your sex soaked scent with animalistic obsession.

“Wanna treat you so well, wanna treat you so fucking well”, he murmurs mindlessly, “wanna give you the best, wanna give you everything.”

"Fuck Yoongi, it’s so good. It feels good. So good", you chant, feeling up the back of his head desperately. Palms up and down his undercut, nails and fingertips too, then fingers in his hair tugging and twisting, palms again, fingers and nails. It is an endless touch, one which will never truly find its purpose and is instead caught in the loop of doing everything oh so desperately.

Not that Yoongi minds. He loves it. Just a few days ago he fixed his undercut again, working almost two hours on getting it to his standards. You seem to be extra touchy ever since, so he knows that he was successful.

“Yeah? It’s good?” he makes sure.

“So good”, you croak and shudder.

It was the best idea to let Yoongi take your anal virginity. He just knows what he is doing, how to touch you and get you there. He is the best for the job. Always patient, always gentle and yet obsessed enough with you to know when he can begin being rougher. Just as right now when he begins meeting your movement in harsh thrusts, pulling you into him repeatedly to help with the rhythm. It’s rough, sloppy, a little uncoordinated and makes your bodies connect in harsh slaps and it is the most perfect fuck you ever had.

"So good, so good, so good", you chant with your voice pitched, spilling your pleasure all over his veiny cock, "so good, so good, ah so good."

"It's what you deserve. Holy fuck, princess you deserve the best", he is struggling with his words. He is so fucking close. He really is.

“Another please.”

Your eagerness makes him moan out a laugh. He tilts his head back, locking eyes with you. Droopy and half-lidded, you look at him, glowing in pleasure. So beautiful, he thinks, he is in love with the most beautiful woman ever.

“Shit princess, you’re literally so into this aren’t you?” he asks, playing with the spilled lube.

You nod your head vigorously, sticking your ass out.

“Just wanna be filled up, I’m so empty.”

Yoongi pushes. You widen your eyes. Again. Your rim opens for his pointer finger slowly. You whimper.

"Relax", he rasps, pushing again.

Your eyes fall closed, your face scrunches up.

"Holy fuck", you press out, dropping your head, "hngn god."

Yoongi tries again. He is still careful, of course he is because he never ever wants to be the reason why you are hurting, but he is also a little greedy right now. He knows that his fingers are big. They really are, so it’s impressive enough that you already want to take three. It’s almost driving him insane, however, to feel just how tight your pussy gets now that you have to make space for all those fingers up your ass. Yoongi is greedy for that sensation. Greedy for tightness, greedy for getting his fingers squeezed and greedy for your desperate clenches around him.

That is why he keeps on pushing and pushing and pushing until he is buried inside of you to his knuckles and your hips have stilled in bafflement.

"All in", he rasps.

You make a tiny sound, scratching down the back of his neck.

Yoongi watches you. Tensing every muscle in his body because he wants to fuck you oh so good, but shouldn’t in order to give you your time.

You lift your head slowly, giving view to your glassy eyes.

"Hey, it’s okay", he gasps, feeling worried, "I'll take it out again."

"Don't."

You stop him by reaching behind yourself and wrapping your clammy fingers around his wrist. You push him back inside, parting your lips in a blissed-out moan. Out again and back inside. You show him the rhythm, barely keeping your eyes open.

Yoongi understands, feeling dizzy. He takes over for you, going in that slow and deep rhythm you showed him. He curls his fingers as an extra bonus, feeling the sensation right against his cockhead each and every time.

Your eyes finally fall closed, your neck loses its strength, forcing your head to fall against his shoulder.

"Don't stop, please don’t stop", you beg in a trembling voice, hugging him oh so tightly.

"I won’t, hear me? You’ve got me, you have me all princess. You’ve got everything", he promises, bucking his hips up to test the waters.

"Yes", you convulse on top of him, squeezing him with your limbs, "please that. That, oh god."

"Fuck", he whimpers in a high-pitched voice, closing his eyes tightly, "princess, my princess. Feels so good, so tight, so wet. I wanna fuck you slow until you’re floating."

You give him a sigh of his name and a graphic curse. Then you squeeze him and tremble. You possibly couldn’t talk anymore. It’s too good. You just want to make sounds, gasp for air, try not to pass out in pleasure.

You always knew that Yoongi’s fingers are big. He fingered your pussy on enough occasions for you to learn that a finger fuck by Yoongi feels just as good as a fuck with his cock. He just knows how to move them.

Having three of them up your ass however? The feeling is heavenly. You get it now. You get the hype with anal. Oh, you fucking get it. It’s so different from getting your pussy stuffed. Exciting because you know just how tight your ass is and yet you are managing to take him so well. It feels like an achievement. The kind of achievement which leaves you dripping on his cock.

"I think I’m gonna cum", you confess in a mewl, tensing on top of him.

"Yeah? Wanna cum?"

You nod your head, feeling oh so tight in your stomach. Holy fuck, you can really feel just how deep his cock goes, how he is stretching you out, how his swollen tip is grinding against your throbbing g-spot. Every curl of his long fingers is sending electricity through your pussy too, because for those two seconds you can feel his cock dig into your wet walls oh so deeply before an angry throb shakes through his entire length. The sensation is consuming you, making you feel so charged in tension.

"Whenever you’re ready, princess. I'm here to catch you", he says and groans, "so fucking good, I’m so into it."

"Ah, Yoongi. Me too. Ah, hah, wow okay", you moan, twisting his hair.

Your clit is grinding against him. So close. Your own wetness is making the slip easy. It’s a constant change of sensations. First his slick lower stomach,then the friction of his hair when you grind lower and meet his well taken care of pubes. They are soaked in your pleasure by now, totally ruined and claimed as yours. Soft skin and friction, soft skin and friction. The sensation is endless, perfect.

"Fuck, Yoongi", you mewl, gasping for air.

Yoongi knows before you know. You are climaxing. He hugs you safely, gives you eager rolls of his hips, curls his fingers deep inside of you. He wants it to hit hard, to literally consume you, to take a hold of you and burn you up.

"Let go, princess. That’s it, let go", he encourages you.

"Yoon-" your words cut off and you are mewling in your high, getting swallowed by the hot flames and feeling like passing out would be the only option.

Holy fuck, you are so tight. Holy fuck, you can feel every pulse of your ass, every clench of your pussy, every throb of your clit. His fingers, his cock, they feel twice as big now that you are tensing oh so much.

Yoongi is rutting into you quickly, forcing your trembling hips to grind into him and making your high feel ten times as intense.

"Yes princess, yes. Fuck yes, just like this. So good, you’re the best", he encourages you.

"Holy fuck, I c-can't stop", you keen, "I can't stooop", you wail, shaking uncontrollably.

Yoongi is growling, helping your body to ride out that endless high while aching for his own release.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck", you chant, convulsing a third time and Yoongi has to fight you trying to squeeze him right out, fucking his cock and fingers into you in a deep rhythm. His back burns as you drag your nails down, scratching him open.

"Holy shit, ___ you’re so good", he moans loudly, throwing his head back, "ah! I'm c-cu-cumming."

You can feel how he is pumping you full of his cum. It fills you right up, stuffs your entire pussy. It's so much that soon it is squirting all out of you alongside your orgasm. White, liquid pleasure is slathering all over his shaft and thighs, soaking your own thighs and his throbbing balls. The sound is wet, slick, sticky. The sensations are mind numbing, fiery, the best.

"Fuck, fuck, holy fuck I'm cumming so fucking hard", he croaks, arching into you, "fuck, can’t stop."

"Don't please don’t", you beg, shaking right with him.

You lose the thought of who calmed down first, quite frankly you never truly gained said thought in the first place. You just know that at some point Yoongi slipped his fingers free and dropped into the pillows, tugging you on top of his.

"Fuck, urgh fuck", he pants, hugging you tightly all while his hips are rolling up into you in a slow rhythm, "this shit feels like fucking paradise."

You shiver. It’s so nice to lie on top of him like that. With his strong arms around you and his heated chest against your own while your face is buried in the crook of his neck.

"How's it for you?" he is impatient in his voice, feeling up your back restlessly.

"So good", you lull, "ah, Yoongs your cock."

"I know, sorry can’t get it soft", he says and chuckles in embarrassment, "you've got me too good. I’m so fucking pussy drunk", he lulls and laughs out a breathy, “baby.”

"Yoongs, fuck."

"Relax, not long. Just for a little longer. Wanna keep fucking for a little" he says and slips his hand between your buttocks again. He propes at your hole carefully.

The teasing hurts so much, you want it again. You buck your hips into his hand.

"Please", the word swirls against his neck.

Yoongi picks up the creamy cum from his cock and uses it to push his pointer finger right back inside.

"Fuck", you and him curse at the same time.

Yoongi’s hips become faster again, his unoccupied hand rests itself at the back of your head to hold you close.

"You're so tight", he groans, rolling his hips up in a squirm, "princess…"

"So sensitive", you mewl, feeling every single fucking inch of his finger as he pumps it in and out of you slowly. The big stretch and the hard orgasm made your rim so sensitive that you are pretty sure you could actually cum from what he was doing, "c-can you c-cum with your, your ass?"

He chuckles, "yeah, you can. Feels incredible", he says and moans, scratching along your scalp as he holds you closer.

"Cause I think I’m gonna, ah, do that", you stutter.

"Good, that’s good. You deserve it", he turns his head to bury his nose in your neck, "whenever you feel like it."

"What…what if it’s…now?"

"Then I've got you. Hear me? You’re safe to fall", he whispers sweetly.

It starts off as a completely involuntary squeeze of your stomach as if you wanted to get rid of his finger, then turns into the kind of shiver which makes you groan involuntarily, then scorching heat is coursing through you, throwing your pussy right over the edge as well. The convulsing and squeezing of your stomach continues, becoming more and more unbearable the longer you are orgasming.

"That's right, yes baby yes", he encourages you, "now you’re feeling it. That’s so good."

Yoongi trembles and gasps.

"I'm cum- ah - too", he confesses and breaks, hugging you oh so close while making sure that your shared high is as fulfilling as possible for both of you.

You are the first to come down, kissing his neck until he finally stops shaking. He groans, slipping his finger free once again to trace your spine instead.

"Oh my love", he says and flips your bodies over so you are underneath him, "my princess, oh my ___", he mumbles, kissing every inch of your face, "that was amazing. So amazing."

"Yes", you sigh, having your eyes closed.

Yoongi nuzzles his nose into your cheek and kisses it. Then he lifts his head, cupping your face while his love-filled eyes are racing over your features.

"How did you like it?"

"Holy fuck", you say and laugh breathily.

Yoongi smiles, "yeah right? It feels so different to cum with your ass, doesn’t it?"

You nod your head, "I don't think I ever used my abs that much before."

He chuckles and kisses your cheek, "right? It’s amazing."

"Yeah…thank you so much for doing this with me. I couldn’t have asked for a better first time.

Yoongi smiles, tracing your lips with his thumb, "I'm just glad you liked it."

"I did, it was incredible. It didn’t hurt at all and, and I felt so…so stuffed. But in a really good way”, you sigh dreamily, “it was so nice.”

The smile reaches his eyes, lighting them up oh so prettily.

"That's good, princess. You deserve it”, he says in a soft voice.

"Can you use your cock one day? I want to know how that feels."

"Of course, princess. But today you should rest."

"Yes, okay", you giggle, “I honestly feel spent.”

He pulls you closer so your head would be resting on his upper arm. He still keeps tracing your face, unable to stop his smile.

"What?" you ask him.

"Nothing, I just…I'm in…I uhm, I think I uh, love you."

"You think you love me? Excuse me, are your feelings really that uncertain?" you ask, carrying a teasing smile in your voice.

"Shut up, fuck", he groans, dropping his face into your neck, "you know I’m weird as fuck with that shit."

You giggle, smooching his messy hair.

"I think I love you too, Yoongi Boongie."

"I told you to shut up, oh my god, I'm never gonna say anything ever again."

"Fuck, you’re so dramatic", you cackle, hugging him so tightly that your legs entangle into one big mess of limps.

You don’t care just how much of a mess you are making right now as his cum gets stuck to everything. You just want to be close to him, feel his body against yours and get lost in his hug. You’ll just take a shower later and you'll make sure to drag Yoongi right with you.

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