#the intox kink thing was a joke before but its not a joke anymore. i think

[dayurno]

ever since the tags in your kevin smoking weed post ive been thinking about it …. woke up from a 6 hour nap with kandrew shotgunning and thats whats been on my mind since. is it too much to ask for to see andrew holding kevin’s face still, fingers curled around his jaw, and blowing smoke into his mouth. and kevin just taking it. do you feel me.

I DO I DO I DO I REALLY DO........... . . .... i have an idea in my head of something like this happening post-canon and kevin shoots neil panicked looks because andrew is definitely too close for it to be platonic but neil's just smiling lazily and kevin kind of loosens into it just enough to be all loopy and blissfully relaxed you know. just lets andrew do whatever he wants and um. and i. and so. my dick got so hard i blacked out sorry

[gagmebucky]

[steve. breeding kink. baby.]

“Wanna know what makes it worse?” Steve leans in and trails his nose along the inviting curve of your shoulder and neck until his lips are adjacent with your ear. “My sense of smell, it tells me when your body is just ripe for the taking. It’s like you’re fucking calling me every single month—begging me to put your little pussy out of your misery. . . fuck and fuck until you’re milkin’ my kid right outta me.”

in which you’re playing with a baby and steve can’t resist himself. (includes steve’s pov, avenger!steve rogers x girlfriend!reader, breeding kink, dirty talk, praise kink, mild daddy kink, unprotected sex.) 

do not repost.

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Procedure requires debriefing at the end of every mission. In this hours-long process, an agent must recap the objectives and the means used to achieve them; deviations to the original plan and why; as well as whether success was gained, and any other pertinent intel possibly acquired.

This routine is mandatory for all those working for and with an organization like S.H.I.E.L.D.; not even the Avengers are exempt from this. Except in this particular case where the titular first of the super-powered team has forgone the professional necessity, and instead, is in search of you. 

Normally, America’s golden boy can handle the dangers that occur in such a violent but imperative field. He understands the risks and pressures inherent to his line of duty, and he’s always accepted it, dealt with it because the overall outcome dwarfs the bad.

On this particular assignment, however, the stakes were higher than usual and although the quick snap-quick decisions he made ultimately paid off, it didn’t soften the blow of the sacrifices made. Times like this, he has to wonder if it’s worth it.

The tension weighs on his shoulders and crackles underneath his skin; his synapses are frayed with the memory of each fallen agent, the orders he doled out preambling every one, and the electricity curls his fists and locks his jaw. It’s corrupting that logical part of his brain, and that craving for vengeance can’t be sated with  his knuckles breaking a few punching bags. 

In rare moments like these, when the serum is pumping through his veins like rabies, there’s one thing to straighten the edges and bring him back from the trenches. That solace is you; your alluring smile and twinkling eyes, the musical carry of your laugh, your seemingly innate ability to figure out what’s wrong and quell the turmoil cycloning inside of him. 

So he doesn’t report to Fury like he’s supposed to, doesn’t go over the myriad of errors that only worsened as the mission progressed—no one stops him either. 

When employees spot him marching down the corridors, stealth suit still on and rippling across his hulking mass, his strides colliding deafeningly with the floor, handsome and affable features tightened intensely, their only recourse is moved out of the way. Thankfully, they get the hint because if someone hadn’t, he knows he’d snap and do something he might regret. 

His senses, formerly haywire in his manic state, have lasered into tunnel focus; his eardrums hone in on the specific sound wave of your crooning voice, and the olfactory nerves in his nostrils guide him in a trail to the source of your intoxicating essence.

Steve slams the door open and storms into the upper, restricted level of the headquarters. His hastened pace slows upon your increased dose, lulling his awareness and distance waning significantly. As his search nears its end, he recognizes where he’s at: the luxurious space designed by and created for Tony Stark. 

The doors are open so he doesn’t waste time knocking (not that he possesses the patience to abide by his hundred year old manners). Upon entry, he’s taken the tranquility occupying the atmosphere and the sight of you bathed in the sun’s glow; bright rays beam through the impenetrable windowed wall of the tower while you gently rock the three month old baby perched on your shoulder, probably basking in the dual warmth of you and the star.    

From afar, behind you, the brown-eyed girl’s mother stands. With her head tilted and soft gratefulness slanted into her lips, the strawberry blonde’s hip rests against the office’s wet bar and watches fondly as you effortlessly soothe her child’s fussiness into a thumb-sucking slumber. 

“Aren’t they cute?” Pepper Potts remarks as he steps beside her. Her gaze maintains on his girlfriend and her daughter. “Morgan would not stop crying for the past few hours, and I did everything to calm her down. I was frazzled and at my wit’s end then I handed her off to her aunt, and now she’s as quiet as a mouse.” She pauses and spares a glance over to his adoration-fixed stare, a slyness twisting into her smile. “I don't know what stage you two are at but she’d make a great mom.” 

Steve knows you occasionally babysit for the Starks, but he’s never seen you like this. You’re in your element, swaying back and forth while you hum inaudibly into the infamous delicate baby’s ear. Her small hands are curled around your neck and her face nuzzled into the crease of your shoulder, with the opposing thumb slid between her lips as her big chocolate eyes flutter into a peaceful rest. 

Suddenly breathless—but it’s not from the exertion—he has to agree, nodding his head. “Y - yeah,” he answers to both statements because it’s fucking adorable, and while there’s never been a doubt about your caring nature, this cements the fact that you would be an amazing mother. The sensation boils in his gut, and his fingers twitch at his sides. “Has she always been this good with her?”

“Oh, yeah,” Pepper tells him matter-of-factly. “With her, other kids, too. She came with us to the park, and this one kid was screaming his head off and she just went over and poof! He was happy.” Her eyes are back on your slow pacing silhouette. “I would swear she was made for this. I bet she was a nanny in another life.” 

His knuckles clench as her words ignite the simmering inferno of his being. Made for this, made for this, echoes in his head and he has to remind himself that he’s in public. But the primal image of you, radiating like an angel with a little piece of him growing inside you, has already carved itself in the forefront of his psyche.

Steve has never been into traditional gender roles, not even when he was in his time and it was the norm (he’s always been a very progressive thinker). But, God, he can’t deny the appeal now that he has you. There’s something so primally satisfying about having you at home, free of any worries that aren’t about your family, potentially—preferably—knocked up.

The carnal urge grips him more intensely than before. Usually, he can suppress that visceral desire to bury himself bare inside you and spill his virility until he further claims you as his. However, receiving a glimpse of you in this maternal state, it has every instinct screaming that you’re irrefutably perfect and primed. 

As if on cue, you turn around with the effectively lullabied infant clinging around your neck. After a flicker of surprise, pleasant then concerned, you pad on over to carefully hand over Morgan to her thankful mother. Your attention rivets back to him with a knitted brow gaze. 

“Babe, hey,” you greet in a gentle voice. Worry ebbs into your gaze amongst the usual stare of attraction upon dragging across the navy blue material that still clings to his muscular torso. You offer your hand, which he immediately takes, and you guide him out of the office into the hallway. The door shuts behind you, and the sectioned off level is empty, but your voice is still quiet when asking, “What happened?”  

You stand barely a breath away, and the proximity pacifies his senses. His stance loosens while a smile upturns a corner of his mouth. “Nothing,” he answers then clarifies, “Nothing that matters anymore, anyway.” 

The amendment dwindles your concerned curiosity because it’s honest—he doesn’t need to dwell when you’re standing here—and you can hear it; another lovingly scrutinizing up-and-down glance confirms that his earlier disquietude has settled significantly.

“D’you have fun back there?” he goes onto wonder, eyes flickering over to the closed door.   Your earlier titillatingly visage snaps into his brain, and he subconsciously bites down on his bottom lip. “You looked like you were.” 

You accept his subject-change with a nonchalant shrug. “Babies like me, and I like them,” you tell him, smiling at the admission. “What can I say?”

“I don’t know. Maybe that you want me to knock you up.” The words fumble out of his mouth before he thinks about it, and while he hadn’t intended on letting it slip, if he did, it would’ve been without the serious fluctuation he blurted it out with. 

In a lame attempt to correct his slip of the tongue regarding a topic you both rarely discussed, he quickly adds, “I’m joking.” A surprised expression had crossed your features upon processing his former response, transitioning into something he can’t yet pinpoint if he likes. As if to test the waters—or dig himself into a deeper hole—he says, matter-of-factly, borderline suggestive, “But you know, back in my day, you’d probably already have a few popped out by now.”

“Mr. Rogers!” you gasp in an almost-shocked tone, but your cheeks split with a devious grin. “Are you telling me you want to be a daddy?” 

Disheveled by his mission, then upended by your placating presence, he’s more awkward than the day he met you. “Fuck. Look, I’d never pressure you, okay?” For the millionth time, the previous scene plays mentally; he exhales heavily. “It’s just you with her, and I. . . never mind.” He shakes his head, deciding he’s still on the edge from both events today, and dismisses his animalistic inkling. “Act like I didn’t say anything.” 

You fold your arms and nod.

“Uh-huh, daddy,” you drawl, scintillating in mischievousness that simultaneously has his heart skipping a beat and his cock jumping. Your smirk widens before disappearing beneath a cascade of feigned innocence. “We can just act like you don’t want me to have your kid.”

 His lips part at your teasing twist of his words. “That’s - that’s not what I said.” 

“Isn’t it?” You lift a brow. “It is. So, maybe I should find a guy who does. I think any other man would take immense pleasure in going condomless inside of me.” One hand wiggles into your jacket pocket while you peddle away from his orbit; a rectangular plastic ruffles as his reflexes instinctively catch it. “You know, I think Bucky would really appreciate me. I bet he’d have the manners to really wife me up and make me—“

He knows you’re poking fun of him; playfulness alight within your gaze that he usually enjoys. In actuality, he understands there’s zero truth in your jesting and he’d be more amused than jealous. However, currently, the circumstances have corrupted his sensibilities. 

“That’s not funny.”

Your laugh echoes musically. “It’s not ‘cause it isn’t a joke,” you say between your giggles, your amusement pardoning your spacial awareness. “I mean—Steve!” Your yelp is louder and even more musical when he surges forth and reigns you in. 

Air expels from your chest as his body cages yours against the wall. Using one hand to brace himself above you, his opposing appendage tilts your dazed blinking up. “Now do you really think I don’t want you to carry my kid?” he rumbles. “Because if it were up to me, I would’ve taken claim to your womb the second I saw you.” 

Your breathing hitches, and you try to remain unaffected but he’s too keen on your reactions to be fooled. “O - oh?” 

“Yeah.” His tongue swipes across his bottom lip. “Wanna know what makes it worse?” He leans in and trails his nose along the inviting curve of your shoulder and neck until his lips are adjacent to your ear. “My sense of smell, it tells me when your body is just ripe for the taking. It’s like you’re fucking calling me every single month—begging me to put your little pussy out of your misery. . . fuck and fuck until you’re milkin’ my kid right outta me.” 

A sound, hybrid between a moan and a gasp, escapes your throat; humor eviscerated, desire exudes from you and submerges his senses in a provoking intoxication. The rush sinks into his brain and triggers that visceral frenzy within him but he has no interest in suppressing it anymore. 

He releases a guttural groan and grabs your hips. His big hands splay on either side, thumb slightly kneading back and forth, and he draws you in closer. “I can smell you right now, too. Not only how wet you’re gettin’ but that it’s that time for you, isn’t it?” he purrs and nips at your lobe. “You’re mine for the taking.” His teeth catch your pulse, sucking a mark onto the vulnerable skin. “Hm, baby?”

“Y - yes!” you moan wantonly loud as your weight sags into his embrace. “Always.”

“Good—” His hands cinch on your flanks and abruptly hoist you up: prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist and your arms to encircle around his neck. “—cause holding back with you is gonna be impossible.”

With your body clutched  around his abdomen, he heads for the closest empty room, scoped out via his enhanced hearing. Unceremoniously, he turns a handle and breaks the lock of the unused office space; two doors down from the main room, it’s smaller but it has a sturdy-looking desk in the center.

He kicks the door shut and sets you down as your lips find his. Although you’re sat down, legs dangling over the wooden edge, you keep your elbows hooked around the nape of his neck and coax a ragged groan out of his chest with the deft stroke of your tongue. 

“Shit, baby,” he breathes and parts from you in order to yank your jacket down your shoulders. Tossing it off the side, he reveals a braless tank top and your nipples he can see have pebbled underneath. His imagination takes off once more, envisioning what the already perfect twins will look like in the wake of his seed taking root inside you.

His blood pumps viciously, flowing downward and flooding his cock to strain beneath the oppressive stealth-suit fabric. Like you’re reading his mind, you unhook the utility belt and similarly shove it off somewhere on the side.

Something rustles, and it’s the condom you’d thrown at him. Absentmindedly tucked under the cinch of the belt previously, it falls into your undressing hands. Your eyes rivet up to him, lashes fluttering big, as you hold it between two fingers: halfway offering. “What are you gonna do, daddy?” 

At that particular moment, it occurs to him that you’re doubting his seriousness. While abundantly clear you want this, you’re dubious on whether he’s going through it. Which is preposterous, but he figures that the look on your face when he spills inside you bareback will only further his orgasm, consequently heightening the odds of his end-goal. 

He plucks the packaging from of your grip, holds it up as your gazes clash and makes a show out of discarding it out of reach. Then he seizes your knees and slides your ass to the edge so your center is flushed against him, rocking into his hardened imprint.

“You,” he answers your query, tone a growl, as he peels your jeans off. He continues on just to shred your panties. “I’m doing you. With nothing to separate me from you, nothing to keep you from your rightful destiny: knocked up with our baby.”

“Please,” is all you utter, but the room’s thick with sensory evidence of your essence. 

Spreading your thighs as far as possible, he glances down to spit lewdly on your glistening mound; a long dribble of saliva coating your eager button and slit. He uses his thumb to smear it all over, mixing with the puddle you’re creating, dipping into your sticky folds with his middle finger. 

The whole time, you’re choking with these hungry and appreciative little noises. Likewise, you’re watching as he prepares you thoroughly and roughly to wring the cum out of him. “S - Steve,” you mewl coherently and buck into his messy caress. Your fingers are tugging pleading on the lower half of his uniform. “I need you. Please!” 

It is about damn time. 

His control has been witting away since the first time you called him daddy. He swiftly wrenches the suit down and exposes his leaking, throbbing cock to your tunnel of relief. His size always dwarfs your kempt triangle; an initial observation one might come to is the improbability he won’t fit. But he does, every single time, and in this special instance, he’s going to ensure all of his formidable length is buried in your fertile heat.         

He rasps his tip over your clit, plastering his translucent white pre-cum over the engorged nub, then traces down the crease of your slit. As he prods in, his hands span your thighs and  help open up your elastic entrance for his  ravenous cock. He stretches your tightness slow but unyieldingly while you both watch with labored breathing, transfixed by the sight of your dripping core enveloping his veined and tanned angry stalk until he’s nudging your cervix.

“Good girl,” he grits out, strangled by the electricity prickling his nerves.  He slips support underneath your ass, intertwining from the inner to the outer so when he hauls you up, your knees are bent over his elbows. “You ready to make me a daddy, baby?”

“Yes!” You nod quickly with a moan. “Shit, you’re big—and deep. Really fucking deep.”

He chuckles huskily because if you think that now, he can’t wait to see you once he’s truly plundered new depths. “Now, you just hold on tight and let me do all the work. I only want you to focus on givin’ me a baby, okay?”

In the middle of an abandoned office room—possibly a storage area—he heaves you up and drops you back down. Your arms curl around his neck, hands twisting into his suit, while he alters between gravity and his hips jutting forth to drill inside you.   

Without any mind to those around you—just you and him—he fucks you with every ounce of strength coiled into his super-charged build. Ignoring the fact that door is unlocked, broken more specifically, and the possibility that there’s likely high quality surveillance cameras watching, your shared sounds of carnality fills the room in between the harsh collision of skin. 

Each propelling thrust seems to jostle further than further, carving himself into your inner walls. Like he said before, he handles all the work, effortlessly bouncing your sporadically clenching channel with his inhuman strength and stamina; leaving you to accept and bask in the stimulation his cock is providing and the gift he’ll be depositing inside of you any time now. 

Your lips are breathless in his ear, gasping, “Daddy, please,” that has him climbing the rope faster. The beg pours gasoline on an already roaring fire, igniting wildly to burn up his legs then his stomach and on its way to take him under.

“Y’gonna make me a daddy, baby? You’re gonna be a pretty lil’ mommy and take care of us? Is that what you want?” he croons, identifying the way you tighten as your steadily approaching orgasm. “Y’gonna have your pretty pussy squeeze me until I’m shooting my load and knocking you up?” 

He’s pretty sure your nails have punctured the suit’s resilient material. “S - Steve, fuck! Please. Yes! Cum inside me—cum inside me—“ you cry out with genuine desperation that his limbs tingling numbly. “I want it. I want you. Please. I wanna feel you!” 

His jaw locks and works you somehow even harder. The room is completely engulfed with you, your arousal, the potency of your ovulation, and your future with him; once he releases, it’ll only seal the fact that you’re his and belong to him (as well as vice versa). 

“Who’s gonna be a daddy, baby? Who are you making a daddy, baby?” His words are practically slurred while fever coalesces across his entirety. “Who owns your pretty little pussy and your womb?” 

“You—Steve—daddy,” you sob as your orgasm  seizes up around his cock, giving him no other choice other than to: “Cum inside me, daddy—!” 

Something beastly rips out of his chest, and without protest, he gifts you exactly what you want. He burrows into the absolute hilt and fires inside you for what feels like forever. Spurts of ooze finally wane, nudging your fruitful cervix, but even then, he doesn’t dare retreat from your heavenly depths. 

The aftershocks force him to set you back down on the desk, still buried and keeping you stuffed. His face nuzzles the junction between your neck and shoulder languorously,  and you lazily run your fingers through his hair, walls periodically pulsating. 

When he regains the energy, he straightens and pulls out of you until his bulbous head is blocking your entrance; he stops there because he realizes something. “It’s gonna leak, and as hot as that is, I need to keep you full, baby.” Abruptly, he hauls you up and shuffles the position so that he’s sitting on the desk, and you’re sitting on his cock.

Your sensitivity flares around him, and you squeal. “F - fuck!” But you adjust to comfortability, blinking at him. “For how long?” 

A smile curls into his lips, and he strokes your cheek while his other hand lays on your belly. “For as long as it takes.”

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[mochi-rose]

|| War of Hearts || Three.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader x Jimin Description: Thinking too much can be a bad thing, especially if you end up getting turned on without your fuck buddy to get you off. Bad quickly turns worse when your ex texts you, and worse goes to shit when you decide to let your ex in when you're in such a state. After everything is said and done, you're left feeling more confused than before and you decide that wine and sleep will be your best friend tonight. Genre: Angst, smut. Word Count: 7.0k Warnings: Heavy dirty talk, derogatory name-calling, “Daddy” kink, spit play, HEAVY breath play, lots of hair pulling, sensory deprivation & overload (y’all, i went all-in), rough sex, emotional turmoil? Tags: @lunaticgurly, @legendaryangelmoneylawyer, @mrs-jeonjk *At any point in time, notify me to be added or removed from this list!* A/N: So I’m super sleep-deprived since I traveled across country and back in 4 days by driving and I have to get up early for my wisdom teeth surgery (which I’m terrified about), but goshdamnit, I’m gonna publish this before I’m doped up on drugs. Enjoy (and please leave me lovely feedback so I can be happy while I’m dying from this procedure)! | Playlist | Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 |

You’re currently curled up on the couch, staring at the ceiling. To say that you’re bored out of your mind is an understatement; however, an unidentified, hazy feeling stops you from getting up to do something. Your brain has been floating around to multiple topics, but somehow it always goes back to Jimin.

It’s only been about two weeks since the whole break up ordeal, but it seems longer. During the time, you and Jimin have been getting quite close, and now it’s unusual for you two to not see each other longer than two days. It all still feels weird to you, especially since you were against turning your one-time-deal into a regular thing in the beginning. 

“Quit running.” Jimin’s hot breath hits your neck as he pins you to the wall in his hallway. You want to ask yourself how you got in this situation, but you know you’re the only one to blame.

“I’m sorry, I was under the influence. I made a mistake, and I wasn’t in my right mind.” You start spitting out the first thing that comes to mind to help you get out of this dilemma, but as soon as they come out, you feel guilty since you know that’s not entirely true.

“I’d say you were in your right mind. At least enough to badger me about safe sex.” Jimin retorts, and that makes you forget about trying to not look at his gorgeous face— at least enough to give him a shocked expression and a smack on the arm. “Jimin!”

He quickly laughs and backs away enough for you to breathe. A part of you is thankful since you can finally breathe without getting high from his intoxicating smell; however, you can’t seem to smother that small yearning that wants to pull him right back in again. “I’m just joking! I already told you, I’ve scheduled an appointment to get checked. I was very serious and in my right mind when I said I wanted there to be a next time. I hope you were too.”

A blush creeps upon your face, and you curse Jimin for being so honest about the way he feels. “I-… I want to, but…” you start to say; however, he quickly interrupts you.

“But you’re still scared, right?” You glance up at his understanding gaze before looking back to the floor and giving a sheepish nod. Without a second thought, he diminishes the space in between you two again as you feel one arm of his wrap around your waist tightly, and the other hand comes to hold your cheek. “I won’t do anything you feel uncomfortable with. And if I do, be vocal about it. I’ll stop immediately. We go at your pace, okay? If you want nothing to do with me, tell me.”

As his thumb begins to slowly caress its way down to your lips, you make eye contact with him, and you see a small shift in his eyes as they focus in on the way you unconsciously slide your tongue across your bottom lip and softly bite it. “If you want me to kiss you, say it.” You notice how his tone’s become guttural, and there’s suddenly neediness to it, and you can’t help but lean into him more, desperately wanting to see what’s next.

He leans down and softly bites your earlobe, making you arch your back and push your chest into him. “If you want me to touch you… say it.” He whispers into your ear, gliding his hand down, and ever so lightly tracing your curves around your waist until he gets to your thigh. Smoothly lifting your leg around his waist, his hand starts slowly travelling upward again, this time under the hem of your skirt. With his other arm still wrapped around your waist, he pulls your hips closer and grinds his hips into yours, making your head fall forward to rest on his shoulder.

Jimin’s hand reaches your hip and digs his fingernails into your skin. “If you want me to—,” he begins to say as he scratches down, but hesitates as his hand quickly goes back to your hip. You feel his thumb wipe across your skin where your underwear should be. He slides your skirt up over your bum to confirm that you, indeed, were not wearing any panties. A small needy groan leaves his mouth, and you feel a puff of hot air on your neck before he pulls back, looking at you with blown-out pupils. “Fuck…” is all he could say before you leap up and he carries you back in his room.

A sigh leaves your lips as you think back to the first time the both of you saw each other after the first encounter. “Well that didn’t last long,” you mumble, commenting about your fleeting negative feelings you once had.

As you flip over onto your side, you notice how thinking back to the two of you makes you start feeling hot and you suddenly can’t seem to stop another flashback from popping up in your mind.

“By the way, I’m sorry you only got to come once during our first time together,” Jimin says as he sets you down on his bed and crawls on top of you.

You wrap your arms around his neck and gently grapple fistfuls of his smooth, black hair, beginning to softly play with it. Giggling, your eyes twinkle in amusement as you respond, “don’t be sorry. Besides, I was too focused on making you feel good to care”.

You notice the tiniest movement of him pulling back, and his eyebrows scrunch together. Afraid you said something weird, you ask him what’s wrong; however, he quickly recovers, and a bright smile graces his face. “Nothing, you just surprised me, that’s all.”

“How so?”

“Well, for starters, I don’t really think I’ve had a girl solely focus on making me feel good,” Jimin states and, this time, you raise your eyebrows in shock. “I don’t know if they do it intentionally or not, but it’s just usually always been vice versa.”

You don’t know why, but a small part of your heart squeezes at the thought that you might have been different from the other girls; however, you quickly try to smother that feeling down, mentally yelling at yourself that it doesn’t matter anyway. Before you can get into an internal argument with yourself, Jimin goes to slide your shirt up and starts peppering your lower stomach with unhurried kisses. As he gets to the hemline of your skirt, he looks back up at you with a hungry gaze and speaks in a confident, breathy tone, “don’t worry, this time you’ll be begging me to stop because you can’t take it anymore”.

Feeling heat rush to both your cheeks and your lower parts, you groan as you grab your phone quickly and pull up Jimin’s contact. You’ve been trying not to be the first one to reach out to him since a part of you is still getting used to the whole ‘friends with benefits’ idea; however, this time you’re at your breaking point.

This is the longest you haven’t seen him, which has been four days, and quite frankly, you’re desperate. He’s been busy on his end, and you don’t blame him for that in any way, but you know he should be getting his results back soon and the thought of you guys finally getting to have sex without a condom is leaving you feeling needy.

You: Hiya, how has your day been? I, uh, just was.. ya know, wondering if maybe you’re… free?

You reread the text you just sent and huff at your idiocy. Wow, _____, could you try to not make it sound so much like you need someone to talk to? Not. Cool.

You: Like, idk, you feel like coming over?

Again, you read the text that you sent too quickly and curse your trigger fingers for sending it faster than you can really think about how it sounds. Fuck this shit.

You: Look, I’m horny. And I want you to fuck me. Come over.

Does pushing yourself too far make you crudely honest, maybe, but you think that’s just something you’ll have to live with as you toss your phone aside and give him a chance to respond as you get up to get a glass of water. You run a hand through your hair and take a big sigh, maybe I’m too thirsty…heh, no pun intended. But seriously, what the hell is wrong with me?

While downing your glass, you have a mental conversation with yourself discussing what is wrong with you for acting like this, but as you finish drinking and put your cup in the sink, you decide ‘to hell with it; out of sight, out of mind’, and move on.

Leisurely walking back to the couch, you notice your screen glows to let you know you got a text, so you saunter back faster than you’d like to admit, eager to see Jimin’s response. Reading the new message, your heart starts beating uncontrollably, and your hands start shaking; however, not in a good way.

That Guy: _____. Talk to me. That Guy: At least hear me out. That Guy: I need to talk to you. That Guy: Please?

You sigh and run an aggravated hand through your hair, wondering what to do. Your mind flashes back to how Jimin told you to straight-up ignore him; in fact, he was pretty adamant about it.

Jimin rolls off of you as he plunks down beside you. You turn your head to him, smiling, and are just about to compliment on how great the sex was when your phone goes off. You roll over and grab your phone, curious as to who’s texting you at this time.

That Guy: _____, it’s been a week. Can we please talk?

You open the text, and your thumbs hover over the keyboard, planning on responding but not knowing what to say when Jimin wraps his arm around your waist and peaks over your shoulder. “‘That guy’? Who is that?”

“Jungkook.”

You swear you feel a moment where Jimin tenses around you; however, it’s gone before you can even think more about it. “What does he want?” Jimin asks while starting to pepper soft kisses on your neck.

You roll your eyes and respond, “to talk, like always”. At this, Jimin spins you around to where you’re on your back and facing him while he hovers over you. “So he texts you a lot still?” An inquisitive eyebrow is raised on his face, and you feel the need to explain yourself for some unknown reason. “Yeah. But I haven’t texted back yet. I don’t know what to say.”

“There’s nothing to say. Just don’t respond.”

“Yeah, but I dunno… I kind of feel bad for doing that. Maybe. I don’t even know…” You mutter, glancing back at your phone as thumbs still hover over the keys. Jimin tilts his head to the side for a moment and looks at you, almost like he’s trying to analyse what you’re thinking. Swiftly, he gets back on top of you and gently pins down your wrists. You instinctively tighten your hand around your phone, but Jimin’s thumb slowly slides under the phone. His eyes seem to send you a message to kindly do what he says, and you can’t help but loosen the grip on your phone.

“He broke up with you; you don’t owe him anything. You shouldn’t worry about him anymore; in fact, there’s no reason to talk at all,” Jimin says in a very persuading, yet gentle manner, and you note how it’s not fair because you know he’s going to win when he sounds so genuine. He takes your phone and sets it back on the bedside table before turning his attention back to you. “Anyway, let’s go another round. I’m almost ready,” he says once more as he begins to slide down to your nether regions. As your mind notices he’s eating you out even more passionately than before, you begin to forget what you were even talking about a few moments ago.

“Ignore him. Just ignore him, _____. You’d do good to listen to Jimin’s voice of reasoning,” you speak to yourself, trying to remember all of the reasons why you shouldn’t respond to Jungkook. You toss your phone back on the couch before walking away and beginning to pace. “Don’t do it. You’re only opening up Pandora’s box if you do.”

Your phone goes off again making you stop mid-pace once more. Looking over at your phone as if you’ve just seen a ghost, you begin to crack your knuckles, trying to stay strong.

Jeez, you’re acting as if he’s some drug that you haven’t had in years and suddenly it’s floating right in front of your face. Don’t be weak, he’s just a guy… that you spent two years with and planned on spending more… that you. CAN. GET. OVER! Come on, _____!

“But.. let’s be real. You’re alone… you’re in the mood.. and Jimin is nowhere to be seen or heard, and he’s not answering any of your texts…” You mutter and go back to pacing, except this time you swear you’re about to go mental. You run another hand through your hair, trying to calm your stress levels before glancing back at your phone from the corner of your eye. Can you blame a girl?

“Oh, fuck it…” You hiss before stomping over and fumbling for your phone. With lightning speed, your thumbs tap the screen to type out a message, and it’s a wonder they don’t get tangled together. You press the send button and then try to calm yourself from how fast your heart is racing.

You: What’s there to talk about?

Expecting it’ll be a while for him to respond, you lock the screen right as he sends an immediate response back. Biting your lip, you notice how it’s taking everything in your power not to start hyperventilating at this moment.

That Guy: Actually, I’m on a run right now, so I’m only a few minutes from you. Can I stop by? That Guy: Please?

Oh, ____, you are SO going to regret this, you think as you shake your head and bite down harder. You wince from the pain, but a quick, nagging thought says maybe you deserve that for being so stupid right now.

You: Fine. You: But make it quick.

You look around the place to make sure it’s tidy before you quickly walk into the bathroom and face the mirror. Doing a once-over, you make sure you, yourself, look nice enough for company and make eye contact with your reflection. “Why the hell am I doing this…” You mumble to yourself. Because you’re in the mood and you’re desperate, you stupid girl, your conscience answers condescendingly. You hear the frightening knock and do one last look before sighing and walking out to go answer the door.

“Jung—“ You swing the door open quickly to prove you’re not going to take any of his shit; however, the moment you see him, all bets are off. In front of your doorstep is a very sweaty, and very hot, Jungkook standing there shirtless with all of his tense muscles on display for you to see. Oh, this is not helping, you think as you shame yourself because you know your face is showing just how flabbergasted you are, yet there’s no way you can control it.

You swallow quickly and shift to your other foot to try and get yourself to stop focusing on the fact Jungkook’s shirtless right now. If Jungkook knows you’re checking him out right now, which you’re sure he does, he doesn’t show it. In fact, surprisingly, he looks rather serious as he blurts out the reason why he’s here, getting straight to the point. “I can’t get you out of my mind, and I swear, I’ve tried. I think about you all the time.”

You take a step back, holding onto the door and trying to regain your balance since he’s making your mind spin out of control. Analysing his face, you try and find some sort of guilt or sign to see if he’s lying or not; however, if he is, you sure can’t tell. Giving him one last glance, you swiftly turn around and walk in the bathroom to grab a towel before going back.

“Wipe yourself off, you’re drenched.” You softly sass as you throw the towel at his face. He grabs it with a small look of surprise, and you know that the shock he feels isn’t from the towel-throwing action, but from your acceptance of his presence. Just before you turn your back to walk towards the couch, you catch him throw a lopsided smirk at you as he shuts the door behind him. Have I just let the devil into my home?

Jungkook plops down next to you, and you’re incredibly hyper-aware of how your legs make contact with each other. He leans back with ease and supports his head by propping his elbow on the back of the couch. You know he’s doing this on purpose, presenting himself as if to taunt you ‘here I am in all of my stupidly-attractive glory’; you know it’s a fucking trap, and yet, here you are, struggling to swallow from the scene in front of you. “You need to put on a shirt,” you mumble, quickly casting your eyes downwards to pick at your fingers.

“Well, I can’t exactly fit into one of yours, now can I?” He says jokingly while giving you a lopsided grin and tilting his head to the side. You softly pout and rack your mind to try and remember if you have anything that would fit him; unfortunately, your words are tumbling out faster than your brain can keep up, and you forget who you’re talking to for a minute.

“You can wear one of Ji—.”

The words get caught in your throat as you quickly clamp your mouth shut. Fuck, fuck, fuck! I did not just almost say ‘Jimin’, you scold yourself a thousand times mentally as you wish a hole would swallow you right up. Swiftly, you glance up to see Jungkook’s eyebrows furrow together, and you can tell he’s confused as to what you could possibly mean. The silence slowly starts to gnaw at you, and the longer it grows, the more you feel like you’re starting to sweat as you watch the emotions change on his face and his jaw gets tenser. Just when you think you’re going to have a confrontation, he just sighs and looks you up and down.

“You look good… like really good,” he mumbles out the end; however, you can still hear him clearly. The petty conscience in your brain throws out the thought ‘it must be because I’m not yours anymore’, but you swallow your spite down and opt on trying to focus on Jungkook. As you watch his tongue quickly dart out to pull his bottom lip in and bite down softly, you quickly come to regret your choice because suddenly you’re blushing and finding it hard to meet his eye yet again. You’re in such a state, you don’t even notice that you’re pressing your thighs together unconsciously to seek release; however, Jungkook certainly does.

He takes this chance to slide closer, now eliminating any space between the both of you. His arm is behind you resting on the back of the couch while his other hand moves towards you. You notice there’s a moment of hesitance, but it’s such a small one that you wonder if your mind is just playing tricks on you. Gently, he lays his hand on top of your thigh, and you can smell his minty breath softly hit your cheek as he hovers over you. You haven’t been this close to him, mentally or physically, in months, yet somehow you’re struggling terribly to gain back control over your own body. “W-what do you want?” You try to sound firm and unyielding; however, neither of you miss the stutter in your voice.

“A second chance,” he breathes before closing in on your neck. You feel him lightly nip at your neck and your breath hitches in your throat. You wish you could do something, throw him away or tug him closer, you don’t know nor care which, just something damnit, but your body and mind aren’t synched, and so you end up not moving at all.

His hand has now slid your oversized sweater down to expose your shoulder, and he’s slowly kissing and licking at your soft skin. As you feel his other hand slide up your thigh agonisingly slow, you realise your body has betrayed you by opening up your legs in the slightest. Your mind is screaming at your body, yelling for it to listen, yet, it seems your body is a fucking stubborn traitor. As if noticing your dilemma, Jungkook speaks up.

“If you say stop, I’m on the other side of the couch. You know I’ll stop if you don’t want this.” You hear him say, and somewhere in your mind, you feel like that should give you the strength to stop all of this. You know you need to send him on his way and not talk to him, just like Jimin told you to; however, it seems some part of you wants the exact opposite. Your mind is hazy, and your brain is beginning to hurt from thinking so much, so… fuck it.

In a blink of an eye, you have your hands twisted and entangled into his hair and knocking the breath from you by slamming your lips to his. You’re hungry, no, starving for his touch. You’ve been craving it for so long that it seems like something in you just snapped.

It genuinely surprises you when Jungkook responds with just as much vigour as he quickly hovers over you to yank your sweater off. His mouth greedily bites down on the skin around your chest as the both of you claw your back, racing to take off your bra. You both seem like absolute animals, and the thought only solidifies when you hear him growl as he snatches your shorts and thong off.

“Condom,” you rasp as you start to tug his grey sweatpants down. Hurriedly, he reaches into his pocket to pull out his wallet before tugging one out. You’re sure you would make some snide comment about keeping them in his wallet, but your hormones are too far gone for you to focus on anything but getting fucked.

Wasting no time, he pumps himself a few times before quickly rolling the condom on. He pulls you onto his lap, making you straddle him before you notice he grips your hips as if he’s about to lift you up. “Your bedroom’s still the one to the left, right?” He asks, and it takes a minute for you to actually process what he’s asking.

You’re about to sass him that it’s only been two weeks since you’ve broken up so, of course, it’s still in the same room; however, a thought hits you like a ton of bricks. You and Jimin have seen each other so much, he’s left multiple pieces of clothing in your bedroom. You’re not cheating since you and Jungkook aren’t together, and you both know the two of you are sleeping around, so you don’t understand why it would be a problem if he saw it; however, something in you still doesn’t want him to find out its actually Jimin you’ve been sleeping with.

“I can’t wait; I need you— God— just fuck me here.” You quickly respond, slamming your lips to his once again as you sink lower onto his hips to emphasis you aren’t going anywhere. It seems to work because he leans back, letting his eyes roam your hovering body as he rubs hard circles into your hips.

One of his hands slip down to where you need him the most, and as he runs his middle and ring finger through your folds, he lets out a needy groan before pulling his hand back up in front of the two of you. He looks from his hand to you, and you can see just how blown out his eyes look as he wriggles his fingers to show just how needy you are. “Holy fuck, _____, just how long were you horny for? You’re absolutely dripping.” Jungkook grunts before making eye contact with you and sticking his fingers in his mouth, making sure you watch as he sucks your arousal clean from his fingers.

“Fuck, I can’t wait— please. I need, oh fuck, I need—“You struggle to get yourself together to at least say something; however, Jungkook firmly grabs your hips and thrusts fully into you before you can finish. Your eyesight turns bleary, and you cry out at the sudden feeling of being full, but it feels so good, you can’t help but try and move your hips for more.

“Me. You need me.” Jungkook groans as his hands help set and keep pace for your hips to move on top of him. “You need me to make you feel good like the needy bitch you are, am I right? Is that why you actually responded to my texts for once? Hm?”

You can only moan as he tells you filthy things and you feel the imaginary knot in your stomach begin to form already. It’s been so, so, long since you’ve had sex with him; however, both of you still move together as if it’s only been days. That’s one of the things that you always loved about him, the chemistry in bed between the two of you was constantly hot, and he’s always known your body so well; it’s infuriating to know your body still thinks it belongs to him.

“Ah—I can feel you getting tighter, but you’re only going to come when I tell you to, right, baby? Because you’re still such a good little slut for me?” You mewl at his words, and even though you feel the tight, burning cramp in your hips, you keep pushing forward, trying to please him.

He sits up, wrapping his arms completely around your waist and holding on tight to not let go. You’re sure his grip is going to leave bruises, but even if it does, you don’t care at this point. His head dips down to bring a nipple into his mouth, and you thread your fingers into his hair, pulling him in even more. Your hot bodies are pressed together, and the closeness helps edge you nearer, feeling him thrust deeper inside. Your hands are roaming everywhere, and as you rake your nails harshly down his well-defined abs, you hear him groan into your skin, and there’s a quick, rough shove into you that makes your hips tingle. Without thinking, you moan out Jungkook’s name; however, a growl rips from his throat, and you realise the mistake you made all too late.

In a blink of an eye, he lifts you off of him and twirls you around to face the couch. You try to complain at the sudden feeling of being empty, but he pushes you forward, and your knees fall onto the cushions. He grapples onto your hips roughly as he enters you again and you start to moan at the feeling but are quickly cut off when his other hand grabs your hair and yanks it back so your throat’s at an awkward angle and exposed. You feel his hot breath hit the side of your face as he murmurs into your skin, “It’s only been a few weeks, and you’ve already forgotten my name, darling?”

The spitefulness and pettiness that you tried to swallow down earlier surges inside of you once again as a smirk spreads upon your face. “A few weeks? Huh, try a few months,” you scoff, trying your best to move your head to the side to see a better view of him; however, the tight grip he has on your hair doesn’t let you go far, “We stopped fucking long before we broke up, Jungkook.”

You see his infamous tongue-in-cheek move that you know he does when he’s getting irritated, and you just hate to admit that you’re the one getting under his skin. “I guess—ngh— that may be true; however, I still remember just how bratty you are,” Jungkook grunts into your ear before pounding into you sharply again, “and I still remember how to tame you”. With each sentence, his hips slam into yours deeper and harder, making you fall onto the couch’s back for support.

The hand that was once around your waist slithers up and grasps your neck, tightening until you’re barely getting any air supply, and slowly, your senses start to numb as your lips tingle, and the pressure in your ears build up. Jungkook releases his hold on your hair and quickly shoves his middle and ring finger down your throat as far back as it will go. You sputter and lightly gag as you try and rush to breathe; however, with his vice grip on your airway, it’s almost impossible.

His thrusts are agonisingly slow, and he makes sure you can feel every time he slips out before ramming back into you. His pace is deliberate, taking his sweet time to let you know your release is in his hands; however, he’s unyielding at how rough he’s with you. He wants you to know he’s there; he’s the one fucking you right here and now. He continues fingering your mouth, and you can feel the drool drip down and fall on your chest. You try and swallow to lessen how messy you must look, but he quickly catches on and shoves his fingers down onto your tongue, not allowing you to do so. Your nostrils flare, desperately trying to get more air into your lungs as a sound of pleasure slips out from your mouth.

“God, baby, look how filthy you are. You’re getting so dirty, yet you love every minute of it. You hear those sloppy, slick sounds coming from your pussy? That’s you needing me.” There’s something animalistic in the tone Jungkook is using, and you haven’t heard it in so long that you swear you’re about to come if he keeps speaking to you like that.

Once his hand is completely covered in your spit, he removes it from your mouth before putting the two fingers on your clit, making you moan loud enough to worry if your neighbours two doors down could hear. The mixed feeling between the heat of his cock inside you and the chill of his spit-covered fingers on your clit makes your back arch in indescribable pleasure as you listen to the sloshing from Jungkook rubbing you. The combination of your arousal and slobber makes you soaking wet, and you know there’s no way you’re not dripping on the couch; however, you’re too far gone to care.

You notice the grip on your throat loosens by just the slightest— not enough to stop the blood pounding in your ears, but enough to breathe in a small amount of oxygen to use this opportunity to beg. “Please, please! Shit, I’m so close. Please, let me come,” the words are rolling right off your lips without you even having to think about it, you so desperately need this, and you’ll be damned if Jungkook refuses you.

Quickly, the clutch on your throat tightens again, cutting off any further words. His fingers that were once going at a moderate pace are now going as fast as he possibly can, flicking your clit and making you cry out as your heart races in ecstasy. Your knees spread out further to try and allow him more access, making you sink down and Jungkook quickly adjusts, his body in tune with yours. The pressure in your ears is at a maximum, and your lips are buzzing from the lack of oxygen. All senses are about to be deprived, and if it were anyone but Jungkook, you’d be scared to death; however, you trust him—more than you’d like to admit— during rough sex like this.

Your house is filled with nothing but vile sounds of wetness, skin slapping, Jungkook’s grunts, your extremely loud moaning. If anyone were to walk by, they’d think this was a whore house, yet, you’d have no problem with that at this point. Your voice is raspy from all of your cries, and once more, Jungkook leans in until his tongue is licking the shell of your ear before biting down on it.

“Say it. What’s my name, baby? God, no one but you can use it—fuck—, just say it, _____. Say it, and I swear you can come.” This time it’s Jungkook’s turn to plead in your ear. You almost don’t hear him from him depriving your senses; however, you can tell the needy tone in his voice, and it sparks an ignition inside of you. He’s teetering, on the verge of whimpering, and he wants this just as bad, if not more.

“Daddy! Oh fuck, Daddy!” You scream out his former name you used to call him in bed, no longer able to contain yourself, and hearing what you said, he’s right there with you. He lets go of your neck and allows the oxygen to come rushing back inside your lungs, overloading all of your senses. Suddenly, you’re hypersensitive to his cock pounding into you and his fingers playing with your clit, the impact of your skin touching and his breath hitting your skin; it all overwhelms you enough to be your final push to orgasm.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl for Daddy— holy fuck, you’re so tight; it’s throbbing, ngh, shit!” Jungkook grunts loudly, swiftly moving up his hand that was once around your neck to grapple your hair once again. Your scalp stings in pain, but your high overrides it and makes it pleasurable.

You can feel his dick twitch from inside of you, and you know he’s close to coming. Still flicking his hand to get you off, he pulls your hair a little tighter, and you reach back to grab his ass and pull him back into you, this time deeper than he’s been. It’s enough to send him over the edge, all of his strength and weight colliding into you and making you fall onto the couch’s back. He whines out your name before biting down hard on your shoulder as he finishes riding off his high.

You have a quick thought, wondering if the bite will mark since it feels like it’s broken skin, but as he slides out of you, the question’s suddenly lost. You fall to the side, completely exhausted, and being mindful of the wet spot on the couch. Your eyes glide over to the beauty that’s still hovering in the same place, his arm supporting all of his weight and he’s heavily panting, looking completely spent. He swallows, lets out an exhale, and rakes his fingers through his sweaty hair before giving you a glance.

Jungkook swiftly gets up and reaches for the towel you threw at him earlier while sliding off his condom. He goes into the kitchen and discards it before wetting the cloth and coming back to you. Before you can ask what’s he doing, he speaks “spread your legs” and begins to wipe you down.

After he’s done cleaning you, he crashes down next to you and swings an arm around your head. Still feeling the after-buzz, you don’t think much as you lean into him and readjust your head, so he’s supporting it. He starts playing with your hair lazily, and you giggle. “Thanks for the aftercare.”

“Mm,” is all he responds, continuing his action while you both lay together, silently catching your breath. “I’m surprised you didn’t freak out when I went right in to choke you and turned rough,” Jungkook randomly notes.

You turn your head slightly until both of you are making eye contact. Making sure your face shows how serious you are, you softly respond. “You’re one of the only people that knows me so well sexually. I spent two years with you.”

Thinking Jungkook would look away from the amount of honesty you’re giving him, it genuinely surprises you when he looks you dead in the eye, returning your blow with his own words. “Spend more with me.”

Your heart clenches in emotional pain and turbulent confusion, and you can’t help but turn away, not wanting to look at him anymore. His words make the reality come crashing back down on you as you’re left realising you just had sex with your ex-boyfriend, Jungkook, when you’re desperately trying to get over him. You don’t know what makes you decide to ask, but whatever it is, it’s too late to stop it as the words are already tumbling out of your mouth. “Are you seeing anyone?” Nicee…Good job on sounding like you don’t care.. not.

You can feel his body go rigid, and his hand movements of playing with your hair come to a stop. You quietly sigh, knowing he took it the way you didn’t want him to take it, so you quickly clarify. “I know you’re sleeping around, Jungkook. Hell, I am too,” you try and assure him, “I just want to know if you’re seeing or talking to anyone in particular.” You quickly add the thought, technically I’m only ‘seeing’ Jimin, but Jungkook sure as hell doesn’t have to know that.

“Oh, then no, not really,” Jungkook responds, easing up slightly before turning the tables back to you. “Who are you sleeping with?”

This time, it’s your turn to close up and try and find an out to this. You turn to look in Jungkook’s eyes, trying to read his facial expressions to see if he’s just lightly continuing the conversation; however, he’s as serious as can be. There’s a moment of silent hesitance before speaking up in a slightly-joking tone, “that’s only ‘boyfriend-candidate’ perks”.

You sit up, needing to get as far away as you can from him and quickly pick up your sweater. “How do I upgrade?” Jungkook responds, sitting up to follow you with the same serious look on his face. You hurriedly shove the sweater over your head and stand up to hover over him, not liking the mental disadvantage of being the same level as him. “It’s none of your business.”

Jungkook sighs, letting the disappointment visibly show on his face as he gets up and puts his pants back on. As he quickly slides on his shoes and tidies his hair, you make a comment about how it’s getting late to try and get him to the door quicker. He nods, noting how he should get going now, yet his feet trudge to the door slower than you’d like.

As you open the door for him and he steps out, he turns back to you once more to open his stupidly-perfect mouth. “Think about us?” He breathes out, and you can see the pleading look swimming in his eye. All you can do is sigh, not feeling the fight enough to try and say anything snarky, so instead, you just respond “okay” before closing the door.

You make sure Jungkook walks off your property completely before your knees give out and you sink to the floor. “What am I doing?!” You scream aloud, your tone full of frustration as you rake your fingers through your hair. You’re confused and so conflicted, it feels like the world is spinning faster than you can handle.

Before your mind can spiral out of control, your phone ‘dings’ letting you know you’ve gotten a text. Pulling yourself together, you walk over to grab it and quickly read the screen, tsking.

Jimin: Got my results back, I’m clean~ Jimin: -photo attached- Jimin: I’m so sorry, I was busy at work >.< but I’m finally free! Jimin: You still in the mood? I can swing by

You should be ecstatic that you can finally fuck bareback with him; however, your mind’s shut down from all the events, and you’re definitely not in the mood now.

You: sorry, but not tonight. You: i’m not feeling too good anymore so i’m going to sleep

Locking your phone, you head to the kitchen and open the fridge, dying of thirst. You have various different fruit juices and milk; however, your eyes immediately fall to the bottle of unopened Moscato. Flashbacks to the night of you and Jungkook flood your mind, but your mood is already down, so the memories couldn’t possibly make it worse; in fact, your sour state of mind is ready to fight anything, especially the god-forbidden flashbacks.

“Fuck it,” you mutter angrily, grabbing the whole bottle and opening it. Your eyes glance back at the cabinet that stores the glasses; however, you just jeer at it as you take a swig from the whole bottle, planning on drinking the entire thing.

Walking back into your bedroom, your eyesight falls to Jimin’s clothing that’s on the floor, and it makes you check your phone, wondering if he even responded.

Jimin: That’s totally fine! I hope you feel better soon~ Jimin: I’ll check up with you tomorrow, let me know if you need anything <3

You know you shouldn’t blame things on Jimin, and you know it’s not his fault deep down; however, you’re tired and angry, and you don’t want to take responsibility for your own actions, so you choose to blame him anyway.

“Fuck you, Jimin. Why are you so good to me?” You angrily exclaim to no one before taking another hateful swig of the sweet wine. “Why couldn’t you respond sooner, damnit. Then maybe I wouldn’t have done this, and maybe I wouldn’t be so fucking confused. Ugh. I hate men and I hate fate.”

[hisgirlwonder]

Side To Side (Jim Mason x Reader)

Length: 1.6K words Warning: Smut, sex, mommy/breeding kink, etc (also a bit of a tug at your heartstrings with a breakup) Synopsis: Your own engagement ended badly and now, here you are, having to fake a smile at your brother's wedding. You try to hide away and drown your sorrows, only for a “friend” to find you. Notes: I have been having some creative difficulties and all sorts going on as of late but hopefully this is all over. The “bride” in this story is an older sibling of Medina and Jim’s who I couldn’t be bothered developing at 4am. Sorry it’s absolute garbage but enjoy :’)

You’re properly acquainted with Jim at your brother’s wedding that afternoon. Prior to this, only exchanging pleasantries in passing at family gatherings. You didn’t bother getting comfortable with some kid a good eight or nine years younger. What would the two of you have in common?

Your brother, close friends with Jim, had informed you that he’d arrived back in Palos Verdes a couple of days ago. He’d been gone six months, travelling around the world with his surfboard, and apparently you’d forgotten what he looked like; you had to look twice to take it all in – he’d come back with sun-kissed skin, hair grown out into curls (and in need of a cut), as well as a five o’clock shadow colouring his face. Had he always looked like this good?

Between buzzing on champagne, needing a distraction from your breakup, and the realisation that you wanted to ride Jim like a train, your morals didn’t stand a chance.

**

“You look lonely and like you could do with the company. Do you need another drink?” he teased; dimples appearing on his teenage cheeks. But you aren’t really lonely, not even close. You were hiding away; trying to avoid every single person at the reception who thought it would be a good idea to comment on your own engagement falling apart. You didn’t think that your brother, a proud man’s man, would be the one walking down the aisle first.

You look down and see you’d almost finished your drink, so you throw the remainder back, and shake it to show you needed a refill. Tipsy off the third or fourth glass, you partially slur the words I definitely am not lonely but I do need another drink, James. Jim smiles while grabbing the empty cup from your hand, only to walk off and joke about how weddings aren’t really his thing. They apparently aren’t your thing anymore, either.

They used to be.

Before your heart was broken by the man you considered your “soulmate”.

You’d planned the perfect wedding for the two of you; eloping to Spain at Summertime to get married in a friend’s backyard. Your plans would have seen you celebrate the union by drinking Sangria as the sun went down, and dancing under the pale moonlight. It was everything you could ever want... until he ran away; giving no explanation to feed these vultures with when they’d pry into your personal business - they thought that just because they knew you since before you could speak, they were entitled to an answer.

“Oh, good. You didn’t run away on me.”

Ouch.

Jim had been back all of two seconds and he was already putting his foot in it. He stutters and stumbles over his words, apologising for his own stupidity. This kid is sweet; you give him that much.

Small talk ensued about his travels, the food he ate, things he saw. All sorts of meaningless conversation took place. You try to seem interested but the fact of the matter was that you just weren’t; the sight of the celebrations filling your gut with nausea.

It should have been you. You should have been the one in the off-white dress, flowers nesting in your braided hair, with the man of your dreams putting a ring on your finger; proclaiming the adoration loudly you felt. You should have been the one drunk on love and not on champagne to drown your sorrows. You should have been the one partaking in your first dance as the wife of the person you had been in love with for so long. It should have been you. But it wasn’t.

“Jim, do you want to go elsewhere? Weddings are a bit of a bummer.”

“Oh yeah, ever since... Sure. Let’s go elsewhere.”

He puts down his drink, leaving it on a table nearby and fills the vacant space in his hand with yours. You follow him through the back door, nobody notices the departure - too busy with their boring conversations at their own grownup tables - and you’re lead to his bedroom.

Looking around at your surroundings, you feel a touch out of place in the room of this nineteen-year-old boy; walls covered in posters of superheroes, surfboard (his prized possession) propped near his desk, an array of surfing magazines and comic books spread out on his nightstand. It was the complete opposite of what you were used to.

When you met your ex-beau, he had a cabinet of his own curiosities; one shelf dedicated to spirits, one shelf dedicated to cigars, and one shelf dedicated to a growing knife collection - five years your senior, and it showed. He told you that you made him feel young, but what do you expect when you surround yourself with such things?

You sit on the edge of his bed, sip away at the drink he’d poured you, and tease him for the stuffed animals by his pillow. Jim playfully snatches the one you picked up in your hands, pretending it was a child; rocking it in his arms, and explaining how Medina had picked it out for his birthday one year; despite it almost falling apart, he couldn’t part with it.

The sentiment in his statement warmed your heart (or maybe was it the alcohol?) so much that you have to fan away at your face; trying to cool down. Jim sits down beside you, your eyes catch, and suddenly you forget why you’re in this room to begin with. You forget about your ex, about avoiding people, about what today was. In that moment, hormones take the reign and leave you wanting this kid to kiss you. Why are you wanting him to kiss you?

You keep trying to remember that while he was probably in diapers, you were probably in middle school. It doesn’t work. Nothing distracts from the throbbing between your thighs. Being the irresponsible adult you are, you tell him to kiss you. The look on his face says everything; shocked, excited, hungry.

He obeys your wish like the good boy he is but breaks the kiss several times to tell me how he’s never done this before, and how your ex was so stupid. If he wasn’t so painfully attractive and kissed so well you would have given up. You break away from the kiss yourself, tugging him back by his mop of brown hair. “Rule number one: Don’t bring up anything that’s going to kill the mood.”

Jim nods with the same enthusiasm of an inexperienced child, eager to please his teacher. The kissing resumes but it isn’t long before things take a step further. You climb onto him, his greedy hands pulling your hips down, and you realise he’s more a man than a boy when you feel his tumescent member - with no signs of stopping.

Your want roars, like a lion trying to break out of its cage, fuelled by the liquid of the Gods you’d been ingesting over the past hour or two. Usually submissive to the powers of a man, weakness replaced with strength in the form of understanding what it felt like to be one of the many men you’d bedded as you gaze down at Jim; untouched by an older woman, and the blue in his eyes silently screamed baby.

Items of clothes are lost to allow for easy access, and you take him in full; the entire thickness of his erection stretching you out. You gasp and he grunts; the pair of you adjusting to how the other feels. You lean against his chest, bearing weight onto your hands, rolling your hips, and he lets out a moan of utter ecstasy.

“Does that feel good, baby? You like having your cock buried deep inside me?”

“Yes, mommy. S-s-so good. I’m so hard.”

Mommy? That was a new one. You were so used to calling men Daddy in the pursuit for the perfect fuck before your ex that you’d never thought about how it could possibly go the other way - it seems your body liked it, too.

You reach for his neck to rest a hand against his throat and played into his game. “You know you’re being so naughty right now. You have to do something for mommy or else I’ll need to punish you.”

“W-what is it? I’ll do anything for you.”

“Show mommy how she turns you on; fill her with your seed and give her your baby.”

Apparently, you struck a chord in him - like a secret fetish, an untapped desire - because he becomes overridden with lust, overpowering your body; turning you to putty, malleable in his hands; throwing you down on the bed and fucking you senseless.

Your climax was hard, and, apparently so was his; panting and moaning before unloading inside you and almost collapsing on top. His heart was beating furiously, breath evading his lungs. You’ve sobered up a little by now; the feeling of your skin on his far better than any other form of intoxication. Jim catches enough of a breath to plant a kiss on your neck before rolling his weight off you and onto the mattress.

“Wow.”

“Wow indeed, Jim Mason.”

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[orgasmicerotic-blog]

Indulging one's fantasy...

Mia: Hi

Mia: Hello

Syd: hello

Syd: How are you, Mia?

Syd: sorry I had a phone call but I'm here now

Mia: I 'm good..no worries

Syd: So, if you don't mind can you describe your body to me?

Syd: I'm 5'8...short black hair, shaved, black eyes...have a medium built, thick 6.5 inch cock and trimmed down...

Mia: I'm 5 ft, long black hair, brown eyes, curvy, 40A boobs, round butt, and milky white skin

Syd: *wolf whistle*

Syd: So Mia, what roles do you have in mind?

Mia: I prefer doing what the guy likes. I love it when they take charge

Syd: Yeah, we will do impregnation roleplay but what relation do you want us to be? Incest or friends or strangers or colleagues or what ever excites you?

Syd: BTW what are you wearing right now?

Mia: Strangers sound thrilling. Just my panties.

Syd: maybe you have a husband too and you cheat on him?

Syd: I did we meet?

Syd: where did we meet in the rolplay?

Mia: I don't have a husband... Or is it in the rp?

Syd: In the rp, love!

Syd: Irl, I'll propose you. Don't worry! 😉

Mia: Oh haha

Syd: 😄

Syd: Where do we meet in rp?

Syd: any place in your fantacies?

Mia: Maybe a corporate party. Like one big party for different branches/offices of the same company

Syd: there sweetheart?

Syd: okay. that would be nice. we can meet randomly at a bar

Mia: Yes, and we do it in the VIP area

Syd: okay? do you want to ask anything else?

Mia: No 😀

Syd: what kinks do you have? anything you especially like done to you?

Mia: I love getting pinned down. I love an aggressive guy

Syd: I just remember that you were wearing only panties. That is hot and I wish I was there in that sacred chamber. 😉

Syd: cool.

Syd: do you wanna start?

Mia: I'm taking it off shortly. Hehe. Yes, plase start.

Mia: 😊

Syd: It was a boring day and a boring party. people trying to woo managers, who in turn tried to woo GMs. And the whole fascade!

Syd: If you take it off goddess, you'll blow my mind pretty early on in the game.

Mia: Not yet.

Syd: (last line wasn't in the rp)

Mia: I know hehe

Syd: I go over to the bar and ask for scotch

Mia: I sit next to you and ask the bartender for something strong

Syd: (that line was just a reverence to your beauty :P )

Mia: Aww, sweet sweet man

Syd: I look at you from the side "need a drink to swallow down this bullshit?"

Mia: "Ugh," I grunt, grab my drink and then chug it. "And I got dressed for this, too!"

Syd: "that might be the only thing good about this party though", I turn on my bar stool to face you. I extend my hands "I'm Syd"

Syd: (let me open a website on the side and look for engagement rings)

Mia: I giggle, "Mia," I shake your hand.

Syd: I gulp my drink, "How come I have never seen you around? You are quite an eye candy to miss...oops, office decorum!" I mockingly reprimand myself.

Mia: "Haha. I don't come here often. I'm a Manager from the main office. Good thing, everything's free and paid for by the company. And the hotel suites too."

Syd: "yeah its cool right?" I gulp down another drink and look at you.

Syd: (what are you wearing in rp?)

Syd: (I'm in a blue shirt, black pants and navy blue blazer)

Syd: (no tie, I fucking hate ties)

Syd: ( :) )

Mia: (red halter neck, backless dress up to the middle of my thighs and high heels)

Mia: You from the office in this city?

Syd: I sneak a glance at your body and reply "yes I am. I work in RODE dept and don't ask me what it stands for coz even I don't know" i laugh

Mia: I call out to the bartender, "one more please! You want one?" I turn to ask you. "whoever organized this party should get fired. Haha"

Syd: I say yes to the drink and ask you "do you want to get out of here? coz no one is getting fired except for our senses."

Syd: "can't take this anymore. and stupid music is a bonus."

Syd: I lean in closer and place my hand on your back as I ask you all this

Mia: I look at you and down my last shot, "sure, lead the way."

Syd: I gulp my last drink and get up. we go to the elevator and get in.

Syd: "Jokes apart, I really did mean it."

Syd: I say when we are in the elevator and its moving

Mia: "Hmm," I snigger, biting my lip.

Syd: I move a bit closer to you, "anyways, when are you getting a transfer to this office. I might need some motivation to come to office evryday"

Syd: I smirk and look at you and I'm a bit drunk.

Mia: I turn to face you, "hmm.. I kinda like where I'm at right now." I answer, staring at your lips, feeling a little tipsy myself

Syd: "Do you mean, right NOW? or like your office?" I ask as I lean a bit towards you. "coz I am pretty sure I kinda like where I'm right NOW"

Syd: there love?

Mia: I giggle, "a charmer, huh. Nice."

Mia: (I'm here. This site is just too slow

Syd: I look at your smiling face and mixed with the smell of your perfume found it just irresistible. I lean in and put my lips on yours as my arms go round your waist.

Syd: (Ohh.. I know. It's okay.)

Syd: (btw still wearing those panties?)

Mia: I moan against you mouth, kiss you back, before pushing you away. I step back, lean on the elevator wall. I smile," you like kissing strangers?"

Mia: Still on, babe 😏

Syd: "only the most beautiful ones." i smile back as the door opened

Syd: (what color are they?)

Mia: Pink lace

Syd: (I have called paramedics)

Mia: "this is me. See you around." I move to leave the elevator

Mia: (paramedics for what?)

Syd: I leave the elevator along with you "hey, I was around. thought I would see you now."

Syd: (my heart, if you keep describing your beauty and add lace to it, I'm gonna need some help)

Syd: ( ;) )

Mia: I don't turn around and headed straight to my door. I hear your footsteps behind me and i smirk

Mia: I fumble to dig my keycard in my purse, "still here?"

Syd: I drink in your beauty as you walk in front of me. My eyes glued to your exposed back skin which looked tender and your ass and your legs.

Syd: "where else would I rather be?" i grin

Syd: and place my hands on your shoulders, "relax and try to find it." I give them a rub

Mia: "Mmm," I moan quietly. The door unlocks, I open it and welcome you in. "Haha. Welcome to humble luxury suite." you step in, I dollow and close the door behind me.

Syd: I turn around and wrap my arms around you

Syd: "nice to meet you!" I say looking in your eyes

Mia: "Oh! Hi..."

Syd: my hands move slowly, touching and teasing every inch of your back

Syd: and I cut you off and kiss you

Mia: I kiss you back, wrapping my arms around your neck and tangling my hands in your hair

Syd: I smell your breath and taste your lips and get even more intoxicated

Syd: I suck on your lower lip and slide my hands down to give a little squeeze to your ass

Syd: blood starts to rush to my groins and I feel myself hardening slowly

Syd: pushing you against the wall I grind it against you

Mia: Our tongues exploring each others' mouths. I pull your hair a little when I feel your bulge.and your hands on my ass

Syd: I break the kiss and kiss your cheek and slide my lips, kissing your face all the way upto your ears, i grunt in your ear, as you pull my hair, and suck on it

Syd: my hands squeeze your ass and caress it

Mia: I climb on you, wrapping my legs around your waste as you grind against

Mia: *waist

Syd: I kiss your neck below your ear and suck it a little, I pull your hair and kiss your neck all the way to the other ear.

Syd: "Can I give you hickie?"

Syd: i whisper in the other ear

Syd: (I wish i could kiss your pretty lips)

Mia: "Not there..." I untie my halter around my neck. I lower my dress and cover my bare breasts. "Here," I point under my left breast.

Mia: (I bet you are a very good kisser and I have full lips, more to kiss)

Syd: I look at the stellar beauty in front of me. My eyes travelling on your body as you lower your dress. I wait in anticipation, then look in your eyes and move closer again to kiss your full lips

Syd: my hands hold your hands which are covering your breasts and I remove them slowly

Mia: I reach to remove your blazer, "you are overdressed, mister!"

Syd: I yield under you, letting the blazer fall

Mia: I proceed to unbutton your shirt

Syd: the I kiss you chin andmove down, kissing your neck and sucking it with light kisses

Syd: as your hands unbutton my shirt

Mia: I take both sleeves off your arms and the shirt off your shoulder and drop it to the floor

Syd: (what color are your nipples? are they big/small?)

Syd: I hold your waist after letting my shirt off and kiss your chest

Syd: I move down kissing between your breasts

Syd: I smell your fragrance and my cock harden in my pants

Mia: (dark brown, areolas big and perky nipple)

Syd: I kiss your right breast underneath it and suck on it hard

Mia: I arch my back, offereing my breast to your mouth

Syd: while my right palm rests on your left breast, lightly squeezing it

Mia: (areolas are the size of a penny)

Syd: (they must be painfully beautiful)

Mia: I move my hips, rubbing your bulge against my crotch. I moan and bite my lips as you sickle and knead my breasts

Syd: I kiss around your breast and lick around the areola while my other hand squeezes your left breast

Syd: I give a lick to the areola and blow air on it to make it hard

Mia: I grab your hair, pulling your head even closer to me

Syd: I open my mouth and suck it in, rubbing it with my tongue

Syd: my other hand pinched on thhe other nipple

Mia: I use my free hand to reach around you and squeeze you butt cheek

Syd: I move up and kiss your lips hard. Breaking the kiss I say "open my pants"

Syd: "take them off"

Mia: I start unbuckling your belt and unzipping your pants

Syd: "come here" I take you to the bed and I get on it. "easier?" I smile

Mia: I also unzip the rest of my dress and both our clothes drop to the floor

Mia: "Someone's happy to see me," I quip when I see your erection straining through your boxers

Syd: "both of us are very ecstatic to see you both" I retort and girn

Syd: grin*

Syd: I lay on my back as I look at your beautiful body

Syd: I self possess myself otherwise I would have buried my face in your pussy

Syd: And I lay as I wanted to feel your mouth on my cock

Mia: I stand between your legs. You lift your ass up as I rid you of you boxers.

Syd: I look at your breats and I see the hickey that I had placed. I look at your eyes and see that you are looking at my cock

Syd: breasts*

Mia: Your cock stand erect as soon as it was freed from clothing

Syd: i hold it and give it a slow stroke as you look at it

Syd: (are your panties off?)

Mia: (not yet 😋)

Syd: (want me to come there and take them off using my teeth?)

Mia: (you have no idea)

Mia: I kneel betweekn your legs and hold the base of your cock, smiling at you.

Mia: I scoot in closer, your balls just under my breasts

Syd: i feel your fingers wrap around my cock and the sight made me groan and my cock throb

Syd: (give me some idea)

Syd: (are your nipples hard? rubbing them?)

Mia: (oh, they are like pebbles. And my panties are getting even wetter. Will have to take them off soon)

Syd: i look in your brown eyes "taking revenge for all the teasing I did back there?"

Syd: (do you like sharing pics? or even want my dick pic but don't want to give yours? I'll be fine either way.)

Mia: I giggle. I start to glide my hand up and down the length of your shaft and then pausing. "I don't know whst you're talking about," and then start stroking again.

Syd: "aaahhh" i groan, my eyebrows knotting up

Syd: (I would have loved melting those pebbles on my tongue)

Syd: (And once I took off your panties, they would have been mine.)

Mia: I smile. I blow on the tip of your cock, letting it slightly touch my lips

Syd: my face is contorted and my mouth open as I look at this sight

Syd: i can't smile but groan as my cock feels your soft lips upon it

Mia: I let the tip of my tongue out, tasting your precum. I giggle at your reaction

Syd: (what are your hands doing when they are not typing?)

Mia: (wouldn't you wanna know 😏)

Syd: I reach down and caress your cheeks

Syd: (won't you love to tease 😘)

Syd: (tell me)

Syd: (please?!)

Mia: (fiddling...)

Syd: (godd...tell me in detail)

Syd: (I'm edging myself for you, love. I slowly rub my cock and then leave it as I come close)

Mia: (oh, you know...I'm on my back, naked except for my panties...)

Mia: (I run my palms on my torso... Cupping my own breasts... Rolling my nipples between my fingers...)

Syd: (I'm right beside you, looking at you and lusting over your nipples, rubbing my cock and caressing my balls)

Syd: (go on with the rp)

Mia: I lean in to your touch, turning my head to kiss and lick your hand touching my face)

Syd: I caress your face and turn it to my cock again

Syd: (suck and make two fingers wet and rub them on your nipples, making them wet)

Mia: I smile at your eagerness. I lick my lips before wrapping the head of your cock with my lips

Syd: "oohh god!"

Syd: i feel the warmth of your mouth and softness of your lips

Mia: (no need to lick my fingers. I just dipped it in my... 😏 and they are WET)

Syd: (why don't you put those wet fingers in my mouth since I'm right beside you.)

Mia: I tighten my lips around the head of your cock, give it a swirl with my tongue before pulling it out, making a popping sound.

Syd: (I want you. you are a dream.)

Syd: "sssssss"

Mia: (I dip my fingers in my pussy again, spreading the wetness, then pulling it out and gently pushing thwm.in your mouth)

Mia: I bite my lip and gigglw when I hear you hiss. I do it again, this time, pushing your cock deeper into my mouth. Your shaft gliding against my tongue and thw roof of my mouth.

Syd: (I want more! I can tell you right now, I can never be satiated.)

Mia: 😊

Syd: "aaahhh" I come up and hold your face carefully

Mia: (glad to see you're enjoying this as much as I do)

Syd: (you are the best and the most beautiful, who wouldn't enjoy being with you.)

Syd: (here, to make this permanent)

Syd: (https://cdn1.caratlane.com/media/catalog...

Syd

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Mia: (aww, baby!!)

Syd: holding your face I bring it up and kiss your full lips. "sit on my face"

Syd: you up*

Mia: I follow. I hover above you on all fours, my pussy infront of your face while I continue working your cock

Syd: I grab your nipples between my fingers and pull them down to make you sit

Syd: (how many fingers do you use?)

Mia: (just 2, pointy and middle)

Mia: I go faster, licking and sucking your cock, while massaging your balls.

Syd: I lick your pussy from one end to the other

Syd: then I push my tongue inside, tasting your overflowing juices

Syd: (do you want a dick pic?)

Syd: (I for one want to see your cunny)

Mia: (I'm up for a trade)

Syd: (wait a min, ill share)

Syd: https://unsee.cc/48a1d6eb/

Mia: It's gone

Syd: (wait, i'll change settings)

Syd: https://unsee.cc/5d496590/

Mia: Not bad.

Syd: 😁

Mia: (here's mine https://unsee.cc/fa039e1a)

Syd: (no pic in the link...are you teasing again? ;) )

Syd: hold on

Syd: here is

Syd: there is...I copy pasted the paranthesis ass well

Mia: 😊not teasing

Syd: my bad

Syd: my god! your pussy is lovely

Syd: I would love to put my cock in it

Syd: Are you 'Dusty' in the chat?

Syd: ohh okay

Mia: Dusty?

Syd: I think you are rping with multiple people.

Syd: ohh in the unsee chat

Mia: I'm not rp-ing but my friwnd is chatting with me in facebook. Sorry

Syd: Its cool.

Mia: Let's continue? 😊

Syd: there are people chatting in the unsee you shared with me.

Syd: on the pic of your pussy

Syd: you can chat with him and later chat with me...okay?

Mia: There is? I didn't see. Lemme check

Mia: Oh, no worries. They've been bugging me so I sent them there but I'm not chatting there. I promise.

Syd: can you share another private unsee where no one is chatting, I wanna close that window coz its making chat sounds

Mia: So that was the snapping sound. Sorry

Syd: yes

Mia: https://unsee.cc/92dd1cf2

Syd: Do you have kik?

Mia: I don't. I just come here to chat

Syd: hmm...so after this chat there is a very less chance that I will chat with you again?

Mia: Yes. You wanna chat again?

Syd: Hmm...I need to leave coz of something at my place

Syd: I was hoping to chat some other time

Mia: Hmm

Syd: no way thats possible?

Mia: How can I contact you?

Syd: my kik is sacatt198

Syd: nd on chatzy I go by "Lone Wanderer (29)"

Mia: I come here often, so maybe I'll find you again

Syd: maybe it is then. I loved talking to you! wish we could have finished it. Have fun!

Mia: You too!

Syd: by what name do you come on chatzy?

Mia: I change my name all the time. I'll just let you know if we happen to be here at the same timw

Syd: 🙂

Syd: 😘

Syd: take care'

Mia: 😚

Mia: I'll finish myself off tonight with thoughts of you