#tinyyyyy waist

[mikakuna]

dainty build

[starsforsight]

My girl

Dallas Winston x Fem!reader

Summary: A special date night with dallas with a bit of unexpected news

Warnings: Fluff, smoking, a tinyyyyy bit of angst

A/N: First time writing in a while, definitely not the best but hope you enjoy!! There might be some mistakes so beware…

P.S: This story takes place in the 70s, so sort of imagine a rusty James kinda look, or whatever your heart desires!! Btw this is so painfully unrealistic of Dallas but just pretend, love ya!!

Dallas isn’t the type to show his softer side with not only the gang but anyone. He saw it as him being vulnerable and showing weakness he claims. But to you he was completely different, he was sweeter, still a bit cocky but he had a soft spot just for you, and you were one lucky girl.

You were sitting at your vanity applying the last touches to your makeup look. The previous day Dallas claimed he had a fun date planned for today, and to trust his word. But you weren’t to keen on what dally thought of as “fun”, but you decided to trust him and see what happens. You decided to wear a simple white tee paired with an old flannel you’d found, dark blue jeans and black converse. For accessories your ears were dazzled with mid sized silver hoops and a bracelet Dally gifted you for your birthday a couple weeks ago.

Knocks came from your door, they made you jump a bit but you opened the door and there was dally. He looked handsome as ever, his eyes were soft, just like a puppies. His arm was resting on the side of the door frame while he took a drag of his cigarette. He was wearing a white tank top paired with a brown leather jacket, loose dark jeans, and black cons. Almost twinning.

“Hey doll,” He murmured with the exhale of the smoke leaving his mouth, he has a cheeky smile on his face while a lit cigarette is trapped between his plush lips. Your lips curved into a smile. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your faces inches away from each other. “I missed you baby,” your eyes locked onto his, lips still curved into a gorgeous smile. “You too, doll. S’been too long since r’last date,” His large hands snaking around your waist as he pulls you closer to his body, if even possible. You bring your sly fingers to the cigarette between his lips and steal it from him. You crush it with the heel of your shoe, just before you both lean in and kiss. His lips were softly dancing against yours, your tongues sliding against each other, the grips on each other growing tighter and tighter. It felt like you haven’t been with dally in so long, though just last week you had seen him, but definitely been ages since a proper date.

Eventually you both needed a breath so mutually you guys pulled away to catch a breath. it was silent, a comfortable silence, with your arms rested around his neck and his hands around your waist. “Sooo, what is it that you have planned for us?” You sway back and forth looking up at him, your hand cradling his jaw. “You’ll see soon, that’s why it’s a surprise stupid.” he says in his New York accent that you’ve always found attractive. Dally chuckles then grabs your hand and leads you to the car. Like a gentleman he opens your door and gives you the ultimate passenger princess treatment. Before sliding in you turn your head and narrow your eyes playfully and give him a silly ol smirk.

The wind blowing through the car while blasting Elvis felt surreal. Dallas’s horrible singing was making you laugh the hardest you’ve ever laughed, his hand resting on your thigh while he focuses on driving and singing was something you’d never want to change. Everything was perfect.

“Can you at least give me a hint of where we are going?” You question while looking out into the fields of grass and almost nothing but cows. “Fine, it’s a hill. That’s all you’re gettin f’me.” Dally looked at you and flashed a smile, reassuring it’s gonna be alright.

After what seemed like hours of driving you made it to the destination. By the time you got there the sun only had a couple minutes before it completely set, and turned dark. “Dally are you sure this is the right place?” You stick your head out the window looking around a bit more. “Now that you’ve said that, I don’t think we’re at the right spot!” he answered sarcastically covering his open mouth while widening his eyes. You just stared at him with a blank face and smacked his bicep. “Don’t play with me dal.” You taunted, narrowing your eyes and biting the insides of your cheek.

Dallas knew you were joking but saw it as you being cute. He found it hilarious. Dallas was laughing and was struggling to breathe. He was holding his stomach and his head was resting on the steering wheel. You resisted the urge to laugh to see what he’d do. Once his laughing calmed down dally turned to you leaning closer to you, over the middle console and gave you a quick kiss. “I’m sorry baby, you’re too cute. It won’t happen again” he reassured, looking up to you with his puppy eyes. “I was only kidding dal, and I’m okay I promise. Let’s get on with the date, cmon!!” You gave him a kiss on the cheek and hopped out the car. “Someone is excited” he chuckled and exited the car, popping the trunk in the process.

In the trunk there was a picnic blanket and a basket. Dally being the gentleman he is, grabbed both the blanket and basket and lead you to the spot. With his free hand he reached out for yours as you two walked hand in hand to the destination.

It was beautiful, the sun had finally set and the darkness was about to consume the sky. There was still light but in the distance you can see downtown Tulsa coming to life, and it’s beautiful. The lights mixed with all others from neighboring buildings, and the stars made it perfect. You just stood in awe while dally set up the date.

“How’d you even discover this spot? Cause it’s unbelievable, I didn’t even know we had something like this.” You take a seat on the blanket close to dally, resting your head on his shoulder while his elbow was propped on his knee with a cigarette in hand, and his other snakes around your middle. “Ponyboy actually showed me, that wise kid” dally said while exhaling smoke. You hummed in response living in the moment.

You can feel Dallas tensing up a bit. “What’s wrong dal?” You lift your head and try to decipher the emotions on his face but he’s too good at hiding them. “Nothin doll, just happy to be here with you.” He gives you a condescending smile, trying to reassure you, but you were smarter than that. “Somethings bothering you, y’know you can always talk to me, dal.” You place a hand on his shoulder slightly squeezing it.

Dally sighed. “Alright fine, uh, I got a rodeo coming up and it requires me to be gone for awhile.” his head hung low. You were interested, and confused on why he didn’t tell you sooner. “Wait, how long will you be gone? When do you leave and when did you find out?” You shake your head, you weren’t mad, just a little sad and curious that’s all. His head popped back up and had a giant grin on his face. “Aw you do care for me, I knew it,” Dally tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear and cupped your cheek, “I’ll be gone for a month, in Texas, and I know it’s long but I promise you I’ll be back before you even know it. I found out yesterday and I leave a week from today.” You nestled your face into the palm of his hand, placing your hand on his.

“You promise me, you won’t find a hot girl in Texas and leave me for her?” You hold out your pinky, though it was childish, it was effective. You had a small smirk on your face. “Oh doll, you’re my girl, I’m the luckiest guy in the world to be with you, I promise you none of that will ever happen.” He locked his pink with yours. Your smile lighting up your entire face, you launch a hug towards him and holding him tightly, squeezing him a little tighter to savior the moment.

You straddle his lap and the two of you hold each other in a comfortable silence. You massage his scalp, while his face was nestled in your neck, leaving soft pecks behind. This is all you’ve ever dreamed of as a little girl, having a guy you can trust and be one hundred percent your self with. The love you guys have is unbreakable. “I want this to never end,” you whisper almost inaudibly staring into the lights of downtown Tulsa. Dallas lifts his head from your nape, he cups your face with both of his hands and gives you a kiss. Then he starts tickling you everywhere imaginable, “DALLY! GLORY, OH MYY!!!” You scream out as you were laughing, all you can see and hear is Dallas finding it hilarious.

By now you were laying on your back catching your breath, dally laid next you, his arm behind your head while you two star gaze. “I love you, and I mean it with my whole heart.” You freeze, your lips curve into a wide grin slightly biting your lip. You turn your head to look at dal, his eyes had a sparkle in them, and he was smiling back at you. His smile was the most gorgeous thing to ever exist. “Dallas, oh my,” you giggled, you were almost at a loss for words. “I love you too” you bit your lip and smiled even wider if even possible at that point. Dally leaned in a gave a long passionate kiss, making it the cherry on top of the night. You loved him with every fiber of your human body.

A/N: AHHHHH I HOPE YOU ENJOYED! this was really bad and I’m so sorry 😭😭 Feel free to send in requests, I’ll get to them when I can!! Thank you so much for reading!!!

[hwajin]

— somebody

⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 ✦ :: han jisung | 4k follower event

genre: smut, fluff, tinyyyyy hints of angst

pairing: jisung x fem!reader

req

Wet tongue against your core, giving kitten licks to spots Jisung could tell in his sleep, humming against you when receiving wanted reaction. Your back arched, your fingers tightening their grip on his locks, your body was quivering, in anticipation, frustration - Jisung has been between your legs for what must have been an hour now, never giving in fully, always leaving you empty when you expected very release. Pulling away to tease, or to make you want more but pulling away nevertheless, eyeing your only for a moment before his mouth latched onto you again - it was a cycle devilish, torturing and you lay entirely under his mercy.

It wasn't long ago Jisung had caught you when you'd most needed it, when your last love has ended in tragedies only written about in songs, only shown in movies. You'd been alone, you'd been lonely - and Jisung's been there to ease it off. From the very first moment he had laid his eyes on you, from the very first time his eager lips met yours in a kiss nothing but delicate, when his touch had first ignited thousand fires on your skin you had been entirely under his mercy, as he was under your own. You were unaware of it - but he needed you as much, if not more than you needed him. The stability you searched within him was the one he found in you, and he'd spend the rest of his days savouring it, keeping it locked and sealed within deep chambers of his heart.

You sighed out, body laced in sweat, hair dampened against your forehead and your eyes suddenly found his. With force he thought you were too tired to bring up, with new energy - you looked pleading, wanting, desperate for more than he was giving you, only hints of the pleasure you knew he was able to bring up, was able to make you feel. And he understood, momentarily. Had surely understood before though know your body's limits were reached, and he'd be evil to not give into you; didn't have a reason not to. His tongue darted out, giving a thick stripe of wet against your slit and you moaned out, body contracting in his hold. His mouth latched onto your clit, tongue caressing while he sucked away like a man starved, eyes always on you, eager to please, eager to watch you reach release.

And it didn't take much more. His left hand wandered up your body, passing fleshy tummy and curved waist, finding breast his fingers momentarily caressed, groped and squeezed to your liking. His right hand, leaving hip, found it's place on your thigh before his fingers darted further, before he entered you, curled digits and you saw stars, body arching, walls fluttering around him, your hands finding for a place to hold, a body to keep near. And it was Jisung who found you, caged your hand into his, held you tight, held you close - for tonight, and for many nights to come.

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[wordsmithwhumpsandfluff]

Major question, word!!! I need to know!

What are the oc's bodies like? Who's got the tits? The ass? The tummy? The height? I NEED TO KNOW!!!

-🖤

Oml, this is the perfect question🤣

BTW, going in order from shortest to tallest.

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Birdie is the human definition of tinyyyyy. She literally stopped growing at 4'10" in middle school. Also, not much tits but there's definitely some ass and hips. She has the tiniest lil tummy and she's just chubby enough to look like a cute lil cartoon character😊

Oliver is about 5'2". He's a tiny boi. My scrawny lil boi has no tits and hardly any ass, but he does have a little tummy that gets all pink and cute when it's bloated. But he basically has that stereotypical scrawny twink build.

Felix is. . . well, to put it simply, he's flat as a BOARD. 5'4", no ass, no tits, no tummy. No ridges or lumps, or valleys or bumps (if you know that meme, I like you).

Amberlynn is about 5'5". And she's DEFINITELY got some curves. Ass? Absolutely. Tits? Yesss. Tummy? She's slim as hell, but she does have a ticklish tummy with the perfect amount of squishiness. Basically, she's got the perfect bod, and her man knows he scored the jackpot gf😌

Eliana is about 5'5" and a half. This girl's got some cake! She also has a little tummy, and literally perfect tits (Jordan can attest to that😎)

Isaac comes in at about 5'6". My dude has a skinny basketball-boy build, and doesn't have much tits but absolutely has a nice ass. Also, he has some abs, but they're slightly faded since he did stop playing and earned himself the nicest lil squishy tummy😉

Jordan is also 5'6", though she insists that she's taller than Isaac. Tits? Not really. Tummy? Not really, except after she eats a ton. Ass? HELLLL YEAH.

Spirit is a bit above 5'9". She's got the kind of bod that men at the gym will STARE at. Not only cuz she's hot, but also cuz they're jealous!! She's got tits. She's got an ass from heaven. But she's also got abssssssss (the cause of jealousy), and not much tummy.

Keiko is 5'10". He's skinny, but considering the way his parents and grandparents fed him growing up, he's definitely built up some meat in his tits and ass. Also, he's got a little tummy that Amberlynn loves to nap on cuz its squishy and warm😊🥰

Atticus is 6'0" and his bf calls him a teddy bear for a reason!! Tummy, tits, and ass in a whole feaking package!!! He's squishy all over, and literally the perfect human-teddy to cuddle with. But put him in a suit or nice clothes that show off his waist??? Then you've got yourself a hot and sexy man cuz this man also has a sexy-as-hell hourglass boddddd!! I envy Felix🥲

Aiden is a fucking giant and is at LEAST 6'4", and still growing😭. He's a giant who is all muscle. Athlete-level ass and tits. But he absolutely has a tummy cuz literally anything will make my poor boi bloat up😭. And despite looking all tough and big, this man is all soft edges.❤️

[acetheraccon]

HIS WAIST IS TINYYYYY

happy new year!

[oftenderweapons]

Steamy Waters — Yoongi

Pairing: Yoongi x reader (nicknamed Kitten), Namjoon x Vixen (mentioned)

Wordcount: 8.7k words

Genre: smut, a tinyyyyy bit of angst, pwp, established relationship, idol!au

Rating: very18+ 

Hello strawberries! With Namjoon’s Steamy Waters we saw the guys leaving for tour, with Yoongi we see them come back. Of course there will be a few things happening in between the two fics, but that will come later (see it as some special piece similar in terms of genre to Girls’ Night). Quick recap of the plot: Yoongi comes back from tour and Kitten is there to greet him. It has been a long day, and a he’s been away for a long time: the two decide to head to the shower to help Yoongi get rid of his travelling filth and help Kitten get rid of her bitter feelings. (AKA that one time Yoongi finally convinced Kitten to move in with a very unorthodox method.)

TRIGGER WARNINGS: filth. Swearing. Sarcasm. Dirty Talking. Slight angst (Yoongi’s shoulder is sore; Kitten finds condoms in his travel bag and she is afraid of cheating, even though she knows Yoongi is 3000% faithful, past relationship trauma). Shower blowjob, cum swallowing, cock worship and breast worship, lots of ass grabbing (both male and female receiving); again, Yoongi wakes her up with oral which is something he does a lot but still, it’s non explicitly consensual since she’s sleeping, he asks for consent as soon as she wakes up. Unprotected sex within an established relationship (GET TESTED BEFORE GOING BARE WITH YOUR PARTNER. PLEASE. USE CONDOMS UNLESS YOU’RE 1000% SURE YOU’RE CLEAN). Spooning sex, fingering, he uses his fingers as a gag. Multiple rounds and very multiple orgasms and squirting. Mentions of a cocksleeve. Mentions of anal sex; mild anal play (female receiving), mentions of rimming (female receiving). Use of a G-spot vibrator with remote control via smartphone, squirting, cunnilingus and face riding, crying, slight degradation, use of safeword, old school missionary jackhammering, choking kink. On a side note, reader is bisexual and everybody has a crush for Vixen

If you want background music for reading I suggest playing the whole About Time album by Sabrina Claudio or Over It (complete set) album by Summer Walker. [Thank me later 😉] 

Finally, here is my masterlist and well, Enjoy!!! ✨💜

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You stood in the middle of the underground parking lot of Yoongi’s apartment, waiting for his van to arrive from the airport. Today he was back from the tour and you’d taken a few days off work to spend time with him.

You stood there, checking some emails on your phone when the doors of the lift opened on a dolled up Vixen. 

You had seen her wear black, blue and white quite consistently, head to toe impeccable at all times. That’s why you had to do a double take when you saw her in a pink, frilly, tiny sundress that looked like it could unravel if you stared at it for too long. 

“Am I late?” She asked, only to stare at you and realise that if you were there waiting, then no, they hadn’t arrived yet. “Sorry, dumb question, I’m just excited.” She smiled nervously, fixing non-existent creases on her dress.

“There’s a bit of traffic. They’ll be here in a minute, though.” You explained, putting down your phone. “Plans for a date?” You asked her, looking at her outfit.

“No, actually. I just wanted to dress pretty.” She said, elegant and sweet as usual. 

You smiled and looked at your oversized, worn-out T-shirt from a rockband you listened to when you were a teen, and the loose cotton shorts that reached your mid-thigh, paired with casual flip flops. You weren’t even wearing your nice bra. Not that Yoongi would care about that once he took your shirt off. Bras were just a nuisance to him anyway. 

“Are you on vacation?” She asked, checking her phone before locking it again. It lit up again with a notification, her lockscreen showing a picture of a boy staring at a sculpture. No doubt, Namjoon. 

“No, just took a few days off.” You replied kindly. You checked your phone yourself. “You and Joon are going on holiday?”

“Just a quick getaway.” She explained, beaming at you. She looked radiant, as if the last seven weeks had never existed. But her face looked slimmer. Her arms too. You had often met at the gym, spending time together and working out, ‘to stop thinking’ she had said. And you had bonded like that, over working out to stop your brains and dull your edges while your boyfriends were away. 

You tried not to think if Namjoon was going to propose while they were away. Yoongi had mentioned the man was considering the idea. “Then have a safe journey and a nice holiday.” You said, grinning. “Hope you can get your fill of him.” You said smirking. 

She caught the innuendo mischievously. “Trust me, I will.” She replied before winking. 

The bar to the parking lot lifted, before a black van entered the space, stopping a few slots away from you. 

Vixen was basically skipping on her toes, ready to throw herself at her boyfriend. Beside her, you felt like a flock of hummingbirds had been caged inside your chest, the fluttering feeling almost uncomfortable. When you heard the doors open, your ears stopped working, blood pressure making them perceive nothing but a dull beeping sound. 

Namjoon appeared from the door, Vixen dashing to him and throwing her whole body into his arms as he picked her up. The whole scene was very romantic and dramatic — just in their style —, almost making you sneer in a mysanthropistic fit, however the smaller figure appearing behind the lovey dovey couple made you reconsider your hatred towards humanity. 

Let’s be clear, you weren’t normally this sour, but seven weeks without Yoongi had taken their toll, and all you wanted was to incinerate every couple until he had had his sweet way with you and you weren’t underloved and underorgasmed anymore. 

“No dramatic welcome back for me?” He asked, staring at you from the distance with his hands on his hips. “No balloons and banners?” He shook his head. “You’re a disappointment.” He grinned at you. 

“You’re sucking your own dick tonight.” You teased back, Namjoon and Vixen too caught up in their idyllium to bother with your bantering. 

He shrugged. “Thank you for letting me know.” He opened his arms and you walked towards him, hugging him tight as he did just the same, your arms around his neck as he placed his hands on your waist and pulled you to him. “Hi, Kitten.”

“Hello, Yoongles.” You said, your voice emotional. 

“I’m sorry, I smell a bit.” He said, thinking about all those hours on the plane. 

“Not really.” You said, nuzzling into his neck, reacquainting with his cologne. “You’re as good as usual.”

His hands rubbed up and down your spine. “Let’s go upstairs. It’s too hot outside today and I could kill for a shower right now.”

The back of the van was already open as Namjoon took out the suitcases. 

“Hyung. Here is yours.” He said, letting it roll towards Yoongi. 

He thanked and caught it, sprawling his left hand over the top of it before catching the handle. Your eyes went wide as you stared at the tendons and veins just below the pale skin, jumping and flexing at the effort. 

You had missed those hands. Dearly. Deliriously. 

As he noticed your focused stare, he smirked, his other hand searching for your fingers, intertwining them with his. “I have my backpack too. Careful, there’s equipment inside.” Said Yoongi, pulling at your arm as he neared the back of the van and grabbed his stuff. 

“Let me get that.” You said, fussing over him. He looked tired and thin. “How’s your shoulder?”

“Not too bad.” He said. “A bit crumpled up because of the long trip and the air conditioning, but overall not bad.” He let you take the backpack though, showing you that yes, it was probably not nice. 

“I’ll have a cold pack ready upstairs.” You said, kissing his temple. The boys and Vixen said goodbye to the driver as he left, leaving the four of you trying to fit inside the lift.

It wasn’t too difficult and you were grateful that Namjoon stayed mostly silent even as his hand kept drawing patterns on the back of Vixen’s naked thigh, climbing decisively too high — and too under her dress — for public decency. Not that he noticed you or Yoongi staring and looking at each other conspiratorially, trying to find ways to tease him about it in the future. 

Anyway, Yoongi drew you close with an arm around your waist, whispering in your ear, “I’m just as needy myself.”

You turned to look at him with a knowing smirk. “I wouldn’t expect any less.” You whispered back, pressing your brow to the side of his head. 

Luckily, the doors dinged and opened, making the sweethearts quit their endeavours and hurriedly grab the suitcase and the smaller carryon. Next, you took care of Yoongi’s luggage, helping him slide it down the corridor, to the door of his apartment. Namjoon and Vixen stood in front of the door beside you while he opened the front door to their apartment and brought his stuff in. 

“I don’t think I’ll see you tomorrow, right?” Namjoon commented. 

“I don’t think so, no.” Yoongi replied chuckling as you raised your eyebrows and looked away, avoiding Namjoon’s knowing smirk. 

“Then have a nice break. Guess I’ll text you.” Namjoon replied. 

“Of course.” Yoongi said. 

“Kitten,” Namjoon greeted with a small nod. 

You waved at him, at the same time as Vixen said goodbye to the both of you and Namjoon picked her up again. 

“We didn’t tell them to keep it down.” Yoongi realised after staring at the closed front door for a couple seconds. 

“We could sleep in your studio.” You reasoned with a doubtful pout. 

Yoongi’s expression unintentionally mirrored yours. 

“Shall we?” You said, gesturing to the door.

He placed his arm around your waist and dragged you in. “I’m not strong enough to carry you like that.” He said, closing the door. 

“They’re so disgustingly sweet.” You replied, shaking your head and combing his hair with your fingers. He looked so good with black hair. 

“You say that only ‘cause it’s been too long since I last fucked you.” He replied, ignoring the suitcases and placing his lips on yours, chastely, sweetly. 

“I’ve missed you.” He whispered, rubbing his lips on yours tenderly. 

“I’ve missed you too.” You replied, placing your hands on his ass and pushing him closer to you. 

“I love you.” He murmured with his deliriously sexy voice. 

“I love you.” You echoed, squeezing his behind eloquently. 

He grinned. “Did Namjoon give you ideas?” He said, referring to the lift scene. 

“I’m just appreciating the small things in life.” You quipped, making him part from you with an outraged frown.

“My ass is not that small.” He opposed. 

“You are small.” You replied, cupping his face and squishing his cheeks. 

“You have clearly forgotten how it feels to have my cock inside you.” He teased right back, gripping your ass himself and pushing you against his front, making you feel his hardening length. 

“Maybe you could give me a reminder.” You wondered. 

“I need a shower.”

“And I need to blow you, which, in my opinion, makes an excellent combination.” You said reasonably. 

He grinned and shook his head. “Fuck, if I missed you.”

“Yes ‘fuck, if I missed you’, but also fuck me, please?” You said, raising an eyebrow and opening your hands with your palms up in front of him in a helpless pose. 

“Let’s get that shower first, yeah.” He rubbed his hands up and down your sides. “You’ve waited so long that you can wait a bit longer, right.”

“I repeat, you’re this close to sucking your own dick tonight.” You warned jokingly.

“Then we can have that shower and let you blow me before you change your mind.” He teased, calming you down with heavy touches to your cheeks and hair.

He was secretly enjoying the feel of you in front of him, getting reacquainted with the materiality of you, with the joy of feeling you at his side, of feeling you, full stop. He had never known he could miss touching someone. Innocently, attentively and lovingly. 

He had missed the feel of you under his hands. Combing your hair, hiding his nose in the crook of your neck, holding your hands. 

Holding your hands. 

He felt like he could do just that as you fell asleep on the bed. 

He felt so tired. 

“Let’s go.” You said, noticing his tired gaze. 

“The bags.” He said, pointing at his luggage in the entry. 

“Later.” You replied, squeezing his hand and leading the way to the bathroom adjoined to your bedroom. 

“How was the journey?” You asked, taking off your shirt once you entered the bathroom door. 

“Tiring. Very long. We had a long delay due to the connecting flight being late.”

“You had a connecting flight?” You said, incredulous, stopping as you were taking off your shorts. 

“Well, it’s pretty difficult finding direct flights from Europe to South Korea.” He said, taking off his own shirt. 

You turned around to look at his naked torso. It was pale as usual, more sculpted, but barely, still you immediately spotted the slightest curve on his belly and relaxed. It wasn’t as bad as it looked. Next he took off his loose linen sweats, a pair of plain white boxers emerging underneath. His calves were slightly bronzed, and as he noticed you staring he explained. “I stayed out with Hoseok one afternoon. I had bermudas on.” He pouted. 

“My poor little cracker.” You cooed, getting closer to him in nothing but your underwear. As he hugged you, his hands went immediately to the clasp of your bra, unlatching it. 

Grinning, you took it off and offered it to him, who threw it hatefully behind his shoulders. “I hate that shit.” He sneered, before cupping each of your breasts and pushing them up, planting his face snug in between. 

“I missed you.” He mouthed, kissing both. 

You giggled. “Are you talking to my tits.”

“I am appreciating the great things of life.” He murmured. 

“I hope appreciating them includes covering them in hickeys and cum.” You commented, caressing his hair as he kept trying to suffocate himself between your boobs. 

“What if I appreciated your dirty mouth first?” He teased, opening the tap to the shower and feeling the water temperature with the palm of his hand before bending down to take off his boxers. 

His cock was half mast, as glorious as you remembered it, the hair around kept just long enough to stay soft. 

As he noticed you staring, he snickered. “It looks like you really want to reacquaint with it.”

“Says the man who said ‘I missed you’ to my tits.” You teased.

“Fair enough.” He conceded, getting under the water falling from the shower head. 

Taking off your panties, you followed him in. 

“You look beautiful, Kitten.” He said, “a bit too thin, though.” He commented, running his hands up and down your sides. 

“All those nights in the gym took a toll.” You replied. 

“I still can’t believe you actually went to the gym.” He said, kissing your lips as light as a butterfly. “And just because you wanted to fuck but I was away.”

You shrugged, “the alternative was starting a very sapphic tryst with Vixen, but I don’t think Namjoon would have condoned it.”

Yoongi chuckled, “No, I don’t think so.” He admitted, massaging your ass under his palms. “Nice improvement.”

“I did Vixen’s workout. That girl is a fucking power plant.” You shook your head. “Completely crazy.”

“She is after all Namjoon’s girlfriend. I’m surprised he called her Vixen and not bunny or rabbit.” He shook his head. 

“Enough with the sweethearts. Give me the D, mr Min.” You said, getting on your knees. 

He laughed and ran his hand through your hair, while you scooted back towards the wall. You precisely knew how you wanted him. 

“Kitten. What is it.” He asked, looking at the way you parted your legs and crouched, making sure that your spine and the back of your head pressed against the wall, your heels tucked under your ass.

“I want you to fuck my mouth?” You said, eyes imploring, your hands already running down the back of his thighs, trying to bring him close. 

“You sure?” He asked, licking his lips repeatedly, swallowing once and then again in an attempt to bring comfort to his dry mouth. 

“Yeah.” You replied, looking up at him bringing your hand between your legs, testing your own wetness.

Your eyes met as he stroked his length a couple times before feeding the tip of his cock into your mouth, parted wide for him. “Tell me how deep I can go.” He murmured, pushing in slowly.

You placed your hands on his hips, pushing him deeper into your mouth. You wrapped your lips around him, covering the edge of your teeth and bobbing your head tentatively. His hand moved protectively to the crown of your head, trying to keep your head from hitting the wall. 

“Easy, tiger,” He said, chuckling, before his laugh stopped, interrupted by a moan. “Kitten, that's deep.” He murmured as you pushed him past the back of your tongue and deep into your throat. You kept him there for a couple seconds, focusing on the feel of him to avoid choking, before pushing him away. 

He placed the other hand on the wall, holding up his weight. “Are you okay, love?” He asked, noticing your reddened eyes and heavy breath. 

“Yes.” You murmured. “It feels so good to have you back.” You said, elated, as you pulled him back into your mouth, asking him with delicate motions of your arms to thrust into you.

“Missed your lips. Your tongue,” he moaned, groaning as you squeezed your cheeks against his tip. “So fucking good.” He combed your hair back and moved the hand from the wall to your chin, making you look up to him. “Look at me, ____.” He ordered you. “I want to look into your eyes as I fuck your mouth.” He leaned his forearm against the wall, plunging in with a gentle curl of his hips, his mouth wide, the water falling down his spine, his black locks plastered against his forehead. “I love your mouth. Your nasty tongue.” He drew out. “Touch yourself.” He growled, teasing you with his sexy voice. 

“Yoongi.” You moaned as he slid out. “Please.” You whimpered. 

“Please what, kitty.” He said, touching your face. 

“I want you to cum.” You cried out, scratching his abdomen lightly. 

“How do you want that?” He asked, brushing a few loose strands of hair off your face. 

“I want you to fuck my mouth.” You repeated, eager, your fingers rubbing in between your legs. 

“Then let me give you what you want, love.” He purred, grabbing his shaft and placing the soft, reddish tip right on your lower lip. “Is this what you want?” 

You nodded, begging him with your longing glance. 

He grinned sinfully and let his hip arch forward. 

He entered your mouth with a slow and steady stroke, giving you time to prepare yourself, until he was all the way in. 

“I'll never forget how it feels, Kitten. I've spent hours thinking about this.” He groaned, his chest heaving. 

And then he slipped out, only to stroke in again. You moaned a bit, and then kept quiet, focusing on the feel of him, on his eyes screwed shut, on the rhythmic contractions of his belly, on the flexing of his quads and his glutes. 

He was so beautiful, lost in bliss, chasing his high, stopping only when you tapped his leg twice. 

He let the tip rest on your tongue, “love that dirty mouth.” He praised you as you slurped and twirled your tongue around him. “Can never resist it.” He went on. 

Once more you pulled him towards you, humming wantonly. 

“Close, Kitten. Need your… Yes.” He groaned as you reached for his balls. “Sq–” 

He didn't have the time to give you orders: you were already doing his favourite things, massaging his sensitive spot, squeezing him gently until he sank deep into you and went silent for a couple seconds, not even breathing before he let a raspy roar tear from his mouth and echo in the small space. 

You shut your eyes tight as he gave the smallest thrust, burrowing deep into you as he spilled inside you, the lack of oxygen getting to your head, but still you tried opening your eyes, looking at Yoongi's lips hanging open, gasping for hair. 

His chest expanded in a deep breath. “For fuck’s sake.” His eyes opened slightly. 

He was leaning over you, the light dimmed by his body shielding you, the sound of the water precipitating against the floor a bit too loud for his ears and your own. 

You touched his leg twice and his eyes shot open as he slipped out quickly. “Damn it, you okay, Kitten?” He knelt between your legs, touching your cheeks and taking in your closed eyes and your chest heaving as you finally got some brand new oxygen in your lungs. 

“A bit short of breath.” You whispered, leaning into his touch and nuzzling into the crook of his neck. 

“Oh, precious.” He moved his hands behind your back, hugging you close. “Poor thing.”

“Don’t baby me.” You mumbled, raking your nails down his back, making him shiver.

“No?” He asked, smiling softly, rubbing his cheek against your hair. “You’re a tough cookie?”

You nodded with your eyes closed and he snickered. 

“My tough cookie.” He murmured, patting your head. “I missed you so much, beautiful. I love you.”

You untucked yourself from his shoulder and looked at him in the eye. “I love you, too.” You cooed. 

“What can I do for you, ____?” He asked, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

You dipped your head forward, hiding into him. “I want you close.” He felt his heart melt. 

“You don’t want me to fuck you?” He asked, simply caressing your head as you mouthed at his throat.

“Let’s finish the shower first.” You said, parting from him and standing up. 

He placed a chaste kiss on your hip as you stood before him, his tongue delving between your legs, tasting your honey-clad folds. “I swear the taste of your cunt keeps getting better and better.”

“We can take this to bed, Yoongi, now stand up and let me wash your hair.” You murmured, running your hands into his dark locks 

“You could wash my hair while I make out with your pussy.” He suggested. 

“I need to focus, stand up you menace.” You smirked playfully. 

He obeyed, bending his head forward, planting it between your tits. 

“Yoongi!” You said, playfully outraged. 

“Oh, come on.” He murmured. Immediately he found his usual spot and took it past his lips, sucking it with his teeth, rubbing it with his tongue while you found the bottle of his shampoo and poured some in your palm, rubbing your hands together and spreading the foam over his hair. 

“Don’t be a whiny pup.” You scolded him, spreading the soap over his scalp, carefully avoiding it going into his eyes. 

As he felt your fingers massaging his head, making sure that all the shampoo was rinsed off his hair, his lips accidentally parted in a wide yawn. 

“Let’s go to bed.” You murmured, maybe for the first time since you saw him downstairs, the dark circles underneath his eyes. 

You closed the tap quickly, stretching to reach a towel and drying him up, pressing the towel to his pained shoulder, dabbing the cotton softly before peppering a cascade of kisses on the skin. “We’re gonna put some lotion on this baddie.” You said, smiling gently at him. “Does it hurt?” Your lips still caressing his skin there while you kept drying him up, knowing how dangerous it was for him to stay wet under the air conditioning. He was delicate and something inside you, something affectionate and apprehensive, made you want to pamper him. 

“A bit.” He said, pouting, feeling like he could drop his facade now, abandoning himself to your gentle care.

He yawned again. “You had your orgasm and now you’re sleepy, kitty cat?” You teased, cooing at him cutely.

“I’m a bit jet-lagged,” he admitted, stealing a towel and opening it up, cupping your breasts from over the cotton, and then moving his attention elsewhere, brushing your belly, your arms, kneeling down and placing a small kiss on your lower belly, before rubbing the fabric over your legs, first one, then the other, helping your foot up and drying first your left, then your right one. 

“Where’s the lotion?” You asked, kissing his brow as he stood up. 

“In the carryon. It’s with the toiletries.” 

You quickly wrapped your towel around your body, exiting the room and looking for his large suitcase. You opened it, his laundry neatly folded inside, his beauty bag perfectly fitting in. As you rummaged into his beauty bag, you frowned, spotting a familiar bottle of lube and a small silicone pocket. A few condoms loose among his toiletries. 

Something in you hesitated. Even though you knew Yoongi would never, ever look at someone else, old ghosts of your ex immediately started tormenting you. 

You tried to ignore the unsettling feeling, blinking a few times before grabbing his shoulder lotion and heading for the kitchen, immediately finding a cold pack inside the freezer, and bringing it to the bedroom. You looked inside a drawer, finding a little kerchief or a bandana — whatever it was — and bringing it to the bedside table. 

Yoongi was laying in the middle of the bed, looking at you as you obstinately avoided his gaze. 

“Lay on your side.” You asked gently but coldly before he obeyed, still a bit confused at your change in mood. Was it because he hadn’t fucked you? Maybe you were okay with it, but now you weren’t anymore? Were you disappointed?

You poured some cold lotion on the round muscle, following the instruction he had taught you before he left, when he came home tired and sore from practice. And then again, his therapist had taught you some small tricks after the concert in Seoul, when you had accompanied him to the doctor the following day for his ordinary session. 

He hissed as the cold gel met his skin, while your thumbs dug into the skin gently but surely, massaging the stressed muscle. “It’ll warm up.” You said simply, spreading the lotion and massaging it where flesh and bone met. 

You opened the cold pack, cracking it in the middle and placing it behind his shoulder, where his shoulderblade and collarbone met. locking it into place by tying the bandana around it, running it around his armpit. “There you go. I’ll go rinse my hands.”

You hadn’t kissed him. Or looked at him. 

“Kitten.” He called, but you were already walking into the joined bathroom, willingly ignoring his call.

You opened the tap, rubbing the heavy stench of the gel off your hands, and then placing your clean, wet, cold palms against your cheeks, trying to calm down. 

You grabbed one of his t-shirts before you lowered the blinds, walking towards the bed and laying down on your side of the bed, curled up in a ball and sliding under the covers after turning on the air purifier. His eyes opened as you laid down, 

“Why are you wearing a shirt?” He asked. 

“I’m cold.” You replied briefly. 

“Kitten.” He called again. 

You turned away from him, taking a few deep breaths, pondering whether you should talk or not. 

“Kitten.”

“I found the condoms. In your bag.” You voice shook. “I know you would never do what he did but still.”

“Goodness.” He murmured, his breath freezing in his lungs. “Fuck. Kitten. Don’t.” He said calmly, with a reassuring tone, coming closer to you, hugging you to his chest, his tender arm coming around your body, while his good one moved under your head, pillowing it. “They’re there from when you came to our concert in Busan. Remember?” He said, kissing the crown of your head. “Remember Busan?”

You nodded. Of course you remembered. “I do.” You had changed birth control and you had used the condoms for safety. And accidentally — since you were already equipped — you had tried anal for the first time, quite to your surprise.  

“And I kept them there. Hoping that maybe you could find a way to come to one of the concerts. That maybe we could have a couple nights somewhere.” He explained, intertwining your fingers. “No one else. I swear to God, no one else, Kitten. No one else, ____.” 

You relaxed in his hold, kissing his arm under your head. “I’m so sorry. I know you would never. I trust you, but… You know how it feels.”

“I do, love. I know you trust me, baby.” He kissed your shoulder. “I’m so proud of you, being so strong, my love.” 

“Can you just hold me?” You asked, slowly slipping into complete relaxation. Even though you knew feeling him inside you would be the best form of reassurance, you abandoned the idea. Because, as much as you’d love him to ruin you, what you had missed the most while he was away was his hands combing your hair before falling asleep, his chest expanding and deflating against your back as he slept behind you, his hand gently placed on your chest, while you simply laid there, basking in the peacefulness of being together. You missed combing his hair, feeling the weight of his head resting in your arms, kissing his temple as he laid his head on your shoulder, you watching a movie while he pretended not to nap.

“There you go, Kitten.” He murmured against your nape, sprinkling little pecks all over your upper back. “I missed you.” He whispered, again, losing count of how many times he had said it. His body relaxed behind yours, his mind already thinking how he could possibly offer you true reassurance later — and repay you for the blowjob. In kind. With interests. Once he was sure you were sleeping, he stood up, looking into the drawer of your bedside table and smirking once he found the small case together with the charger. 

He considered he’d better recharge it and avoid unfortunate mishaps, he unplugged your bedside lamp and connected the charger, plugging it into the toy. Satisfied with the potential developments, he curled up around you; his eyelids fluttered closed, his yawns becoming stronger and more frequent, sleep conquering his body as your own muscles loosened with Morphean abandon. 

————————————

When Yoongi woke, it was already sundown, a gentle orange light coming in from the window. Around seven pm. 

First, he noticed that his shoulder felt better. Next, he noticed that you were wearing a shirt. 

Disappointing. 

And next, he realised that he was home. At your side. In your bed. 

Finally, he realised that he hadn’t yet seen you cum. He had been home for around six hours and he had spent the majority of those sleeping. When he could have made you cum on his tongue several times. 

He started considering his options. 

With quiet and discretion, he parted from your sleeping form, heading for the small drawer where he kept bedsheets, towels, underwear and sleeping clothes. There, under a blanket, he found exactly what he was looking for. 

“Yes.” He huffed out, placing his treasure on the drawer and fixing the rest, moving back to the bed together with the soft object. He removed the cold pack from his shoulder and spread the small two-layers blanket on the free side of the bed, planning to lay it out fully once he managed to wake you up. 

Now he only had to rouse you. 

He arched his eyebrows, thinking of how he could do that without getting his cock bitten off. 

You were a very smart and adult woman, but still you took your naps very seriously, acting like a whiny child whenever someone interrupted them. 

He crawled on top of the bed, curling up in a ball below you, pressing his knees to his shoulders as he gave a tentative lick on your naked labia, his tongue insinuating between your folds until he found your sweet nectar. 

Your hips moved against his face, just barely, an involuntary movement of your body. You were still asleep. 

He gave a full lick, as far as your position allowed. 

You fussed in your sleep, maybe mumbling his name, or maybe it was just his mind playing tricks on him. He lifted your leg just enough to have access to your clit, the tip of his tongue toying with it, tapping it a couple times before he flexed his appendage and rubbed it against your sensitive spot, first in tiny licks, then in circular motions. 

“Yoongi,” this time you called for real. 

Finally happy with the result, he put down your leg and laid down behind you, placing his palm on your belly and sliding it under the shirt, feeling your naked skin. 

“Kitten?” He called, making sure that you were actually awake. 

“Yes.” You replied, your voice groggy.

“I want inside.” He murmured at your ear. 

“Yes.” You confirmed, mind still a bit hazy with sleep. 

“Yes what?” He asked with an arrogant chuckle. 

“Inside. Please.” You whimpered, your hand stretching behind you and grabbing his sex. 

“Let it be, Kitten. I’ll take care of it.” He slapped your hand away before he wrapped his fingers around his shaft, rubbing his tip against you. “You want it like this?” He said, nibbling your shoulder. “Want me from behind?”

You nodded, lifting your upper leg and hooking it back over his hip, offering him access. “You’re so good at spoons.”

He snickered. “Told you it was good.” He slid the tip in slowly, stretching your hole as the thick, red, spongy head breeched your inner cave. “Remember when we played twenty question here, in my house?” He said, voice raspy as he slid in all the way, stilling only once he bottomed out. 

“I do.” You replied with difficulty, through gritted teeth. “I rubbed you through your pants unti you came.”

“You were fingering yourself while jerking me off.” He murmured. “You were there, so open about your pleasure, so unashamed.” He kissed you below your ear, slowly sliding out. 

You whimpered as he parted from you, lifting your shirt and pushing his hand to your chest, his fingers immediately tweaking your nipple. You turned your head, trying to meet his lips, almost getting a crick in your neck at the effort. He slid in with a deep stroke, bending over you and joining your mouths. 

“In that moment I realised I had to have you.” He groaned against your mouth.

“We hadn’t even kissed and you were thrusting yourself into my hand.” You mewled as he rubbed against the tender tissue inside you. “God, you always hit my sweet spot like this.” You cried out, giving him a few squeezes. 

“So tight.” He cried out, purring against your ear. “And I hadn’t kissed you because I was afraid.” He said, almost as if he weren’t trying to possess every inch of you, as if it wasn’t the most difficult thing he had ever done, to stay perfectly still inside you as you milked him. 

“Afraid.” You said, provokingly. “Ten dates in two months and you were afraid.”

“I knew that the moment I got my tongue in your mouth, I would never slow down.” He murmured, pulling out just barely before ramming into you. “I wanted to hear you moan for me from the first time I heard your voice. So soft. So sexy.” He groaned against your ear. 

His hand moved to the other breast, your gaze focusing downwards, on his skeletal fingers, on the way they spread and constricted around your flesh. “Yoongi, I wanna cum.” You moaned, grinding your hips in circles while he gave tiny thrust that rubbed the head of his cock against your g-spot. “So good.” Your hand reached behind, grabbing his ass cheek and sinking your nails into the flesh, imprinting five red crescents into the skin, scratching it, marking it. 

His other arm slid beneath you, fumbling a little as he substituted the one on your breasts, while the other one, a bit freer, moved up, to slip his fingers into your mouth. “Suck them, Kitten. Moan around them.” He said, pressing his index and middle finger on your tongue. “Make them wet before I rub them on your clit.” He murmured, giving small circles with his hips, feeling you clench around him. 

“Close.” You moaned while he moved his fingers away from your tongue, right on your sensitive bud. 

“Come on. Cum for me.” He groaned, rubbing his palm delicately over your nipple, teasing it barely, only the tip meeting the rough skin of his calluses. “Cum on my cock. Claim it. Come on.” He said, his voice strained, his hips pushing with quick small strokes, focusing on caressing and pressing against your sweet spot. 

“Yoo—” You tried to speak his name but your mouth stayed open, a loud scream ripping from your throat, as it all became too much. “Yoongs, wait, fuck, too good!” You screamed as his fingers kept teasing you insistently, overstimulating you. “Yoongs, fuck, another!” You felt his thrusts become faster, harder as your second high approached. 

“No no no no, please, stop!” You screeched, trying to tug his wrist away, while he kept it against your mound, tucked in tight. 

“You know the word, ____.” He growled as he gave a few final strokes inside you, your whole body shaking with effort, your second high so incredibly strong that it took your voice away, your ears filled with a shrill beeping sound. “So good.” He hummed pushing your back into his chest as he stayed deep inside you, coating your cunt with his seed as he gave a couple tentative thrusts. “So fucking good, Kitten.”

“Yoongi,” you murmured with your voice hoarse. 

“The whole neighbourhood will know about you getting that good dick,” He teased, slipping out of you and holding you tight, rolling you on top of him, and then on the other side of the bed, where he had laid the special blanket just for you. 

“There’s the blankie.” You said, surprised. 

“Yup. I laid the blankie for you.” He said, as he noticed you sitting up and tearing your t-shirt off your torso, throwing it away before you rolled your body on your front. 

You smiled and nuzzled into the soft microfiber, anticipating the special treatment you were about to get. 

“Are you ready, Kitten?” He asked, rubbing your ass, then letting his finger walk up your spine, carding through your hair and grabbing it, massaging your scalp with his hooked fingers. 

“Yes, please.” You said, half still dizzy with your previous orgasms, and half dizzy with the anticipation for the ones that were about to come. 

“Would you like to stay on your front?” He asked, stretching to the bedside table and unplugging the device, placing it away from your curious eyes. 

“Yes? And then turn around?” You asked, turning your head to look at him, eyes sparkling with excitement. “Maybe you could play with my boobs, choke me a little, then fuck me again?” You said, arching your back and pushing your ass up, trying to lure him in, and at the same time rubbing your sensitive nipples against the soft fabric. 

“Greedy little beast.” He said, patting your head affectionately. 

You pushed your face against it, like an obedient little cat. 

“Stay put, Kitten. I’ll come back in a second.” He said, dashing for the entry room lightning fast, rummaging in his backpack for his phone, finding it and murmuring a “aha!” before he headed back to the bedroom the small toy still placed in his palm, his fingers wrapped tight around it. 

As he entered the bedroom he slowed down, looking at you kneeling with your ass up, your front pressed against the mattress, your arm trapped underneath you as your fingers played peekaboo between your legs, tickling your folds like the long, spindly legs of a spider. 

“You got started without me?” He asked, looking at you with his phone in his hand, his other palm unfolding as he let the vaginal vibrator dangle from his fingers pinching the small cord that simplified extraction. 

“Fuck it, I love you.” You chuckled, pushing your fingers inside, feeling how deeply he had stretched you. 

“You only love me for the sex.” He said, grinning, making the vibrator swing back and forth like a pendulum.��

“That’s not true.” You said, whimpering as you hit a really good spot. You giggled. “I also love you because you’re fucking filthy.” You teased. 

He grinned his signature gummy smile and brought the toy to his face, his lips parting wide and wrapping around it, sucking it in his mouth. 

Your eyes went wide at the gesture, the cord dangling like the tail of a mouse caught in the cat’s clutches. 

He crawled behind you, placing down his phone as he caressed the back of you thighs, grabbing your ass and massaging it with his firm, strong hands. 

“Put it in?” You asked, wiggling your butt in his grasp. 

His right hand parted from your skin, pinching the cord and tugging at it, the toy popping out with a loud noise. “My filthy babe wants her cunt filled?” He asked, licking at his cum as it has oozed out of your slit, coating your inner thighs. 

“Please, Yoongi.” You purred, using your fingers to part your labia. 

He snickered and placed the toy on your entrance, letting it slide in one millimeter at the time. 

You felt every single second of it, the slightly oval shape calling for a barely-there stretch at the tip, but hitting an almost-burning sensation once you reached the widest part, Yoongi devilishly stopping it there, his other hand disappearing from your leg. 

That’s when the vibration started. Slow, steady, almost imperceptible. 

“Yoongs...” You whined, stretching the vowels in a whining tone. 

“Oh, quiet.” He shushed you, putting down the phone to caress your spine, “Be a good girl.” He murmured, scratching your butt before slapping it playfully. “You should keep up with the work out. Look at this ass.” He said, before letting his teeth sink in it. 

You screamed, the toy finally sliding all the way in. 

The vibrations started propagating inside you, together with his teeth tightening on your flesh. He would leave a mark for sure. It was only a matter of how harsh it would be, how long it would last. 

He parted from your butt, pondering for a second whether he thought it a good idea to run his tongue down the junction of the two ass cheeks, teasing the hole in between. 

Not yet. He felt like he should discuss it with you first. 

To silence his doubts he parted from you, admiring the view, letting it eventually suggest him how to proceed. 

He wished he could preserve the moment in his mind forever, even if he couldn’t quite see your face, your pretty nose scrunched and eyes shut as you focused on the feeling between your legs, trying to make it good enough to lead you to pleasure once more. 

With his phone he let the intensity of the vibration grow just a bit. A very, very tiny bit. 

“More.” You mewled, your fingers rubbing your clit. 

There was his suggestion. 

Sliding his hand up against your side, then forward, near your belly, he managed to take control of your wrist, pushing it away and trapping it behind your back. “I’m gonna give you more, but that’s all you’re gonna get, Kitten.” He warned, letting his thumb increase the vibration on the touch screen of his phone. 

“Fuck it. Yes.” You said, as the stimulus became medium-intense. 

And then mild again. “Don’t mess with me please, just please!” You cried out, writhing against nothing, parting your legs wider as he noticed the cord hang between your leg twitching with the tight contractions of your cunt. 

“Oh, I shouldn’t?” He raised the controller all the way up. 

“YOONGI!” You screamed, your body out of control as your legs gave out, pushing your hips against the mattress, the soft fiber of the blanket feeling divine on the delicate tip of your clit. 

And then again the vibration quieted down, your brow furrowing as you felt your eyes get watery, huffing out, panting and grunting as you looked for relief, grinding against the bed desperately.

With a grin he let the vibration flutter on a middle ground, giving you a fleeting feeling of stronger and weaker stimulation. 

“How does your tiny cunt feel, Kitten? Is it tight? Wet? Warm?” He asked, provokingly. 

“It feels very— Yoongi!” You called again as he let you begin talking comfortably and then turned the vibrations all the way up, making you tear up and cry out his name. 

“That’s right.” He said. “It feels me.” He toyed with the cursor on the upper side of the screen, letting it oscillate among the higher values. “It feels only me. Because that’s my cunt.” He said, talking over your small hiccups and whines. “And it’s the only cunt I want to be inside.” He snarled, bringing the controller down low again, your desperate sniffling making him feel compassionate as he let the vibrations go to the maximum and left them there, his torso rising over you as he let a dollop of spit fall from his lips to your puckered hole, his hand leaving your wrist and spreading over your ass, his thumb spreading his spit and pressing enough to cause a stimulation but gently, not to violate your delicate entrance. 

“I’m so close.” You cried out, panting, your mouth so dry as you felt the wet slide of his finger between your ass cheeks, on the sensitive skin of your anus, where even the slightest outer pressure echoed inside tenfold. 

“Cum for me.” He groaned, picking up your hips and laying his front against your back, rutting his crotch against the seam of your ass.

“I’m— Oh—” You stayed silent as the high rushed over you, an incredible amount of wetness pouring out of your slit, getting caught in the blanket, just the way it was supposed to, the double layer protecting the sheets below. “Oh, Yoongs, babe.” You said, your whole body falling down, your legs kicking and twitching as the vibration stayed too high on your still delicate spot. 

“I wanna ride your face, quick I’m gonna c—” You tried to focus on not squirting again, waiting for him to get in place. 

Mercifully, he turned down the vibrations, laying on his back, parting your knees and sliding below your pelvis, his mouth immediately finding your clit while you raised your front on your elbows, so you could make more room for him — but also to feel your breasts hang heavily, and to tease your nipples while the whole scene carried out. 

Yoongi started sucking almost immediately, one of his hands spread on your ass, rubbing it and squeezing it, the other one toying with the controller, giving you that rhythmic increasing and decreasing stimulation while you got used to the feel of him on your clit. 

And once more you were close, your inner muscles shaking violently as he hummed against you, clicking his tongue fast against your delicate bundle of nerves. 

And just like that, your hips started undulating gently above him, giving him the sign to leave the vibrations high up as you moved your weight on your hands, raising your upper body to look a his eyes focused on your bouncing tits, on your parted mouth, on your eyes, rolling shut as you gushed on him, your cum covering his upper chest as you grabbed your left breast in your palm, constricting it in your painfully tight fist, while your hips went wild on him, fucking your clit into his mouth, moving so hard and fast that he lost his grip on it while you rubbed yourself all over his face, meeting his nose, his chin and simply chasing the feel of the hard surface of his lineaments against your overstimulated clitoris. 

He basked in it, after all the time it had taken to have you this wild, this reckless while his mouth worked his magic on you. You had began your experience with him as a shy novice in the art of getting head, but now here you were, spreading your wetness all over his nose and chin and lips and dammit, forehead too, riding him with the prowess of a tiger, glorious in all your ruthless lust. 

He was aroused by your confidence and it took him a while to realise that you had collapsed over him, crying, begging, your legs kicking against the mattress while your hand had left your breast and had tightened its grip into his hair, keeping his face still first while he tried to move it side to side. Now oversensitive, with tears in your eyes, you pushed his head away, down, off of you. 

“Yoongi. Please. Oh, god. Icycle, Yoongi. Icycle.” You sobbed, your voice breaking as he quickly found the cord and pulled the vibrator out of you. 

And there you were, laying barely alive on the bed, his head under your hips, the toy vibrating on the bed, somewhere. 

He allowed himself one brief second before he lifted your hips and slid out from below you. “Kitten,” He said, worried, wiping his face and chest with a corner of the blanket while he switched off the toy, trying to turn you around, on your back, so he could see you properly. 

Obeying to his insistent hands, you turned, showing him your eyes rimmed with tears, your wild hair, your chest, still shaking with sobs and hiccups. 

“Poor Kitten.” He said, caressing your face. “You had to use your safeword, baby? Are you okay?” He asked, cupping your cheek and kissing you. 

You immediately wrapped yourself around him as he laid on top of you, your lower lip pouting. “I want you closer.” You said, grinding your hips against his hard sex. 

“Need to be fucked by my cock?” He asked. “Again?” With a gentle expression, he parted from you enough to pump his length a couple times before you felt him enter you. 

The sensation was different. With the vibration gone, all you felt was the fullness, the thrusting motion that he started straight away now that your cunt was slippery and wide. 

“Hard and fast, love?” He asked, checking on you. 

You nodded. “If possible, then yes.” You said. “Can I please touch myself? I’m not sure I can cum without after that...” You explained, his head nodding as he already dove for your tits, tightening his hand around your neck — more precisely your jugular — while his mouth focused on your left nipple. 

You felt him beginning to hammer into you, at the beginning with slow, thorough slides that had you feeling every single vein, from the tip to the base. And then he simply focused on the angle, your head growing dizzy as you gurgled his name, helpless, desperate, horny out of your mind, completely fucked out. 

“Does it feel good, Kitten?” He asked, releasing your breast and focusing on your neck, biting and leaving a few bruises and hickeys around. 

“Always.” You whispered, meeting his thrusts. 

“Then move in with me.” He said, pouncing on you in the most unexpected moment. 

“What?” You said, trying to open your eyes, to focus on his expression, his crunched nose, his lips parted and his hair sticking to his forehead with wet locks, the vein on his neck popping out every time he thrusted in and bit his lip in an attempt to control himself. 

“Move.” Thrust. “In.” Thrust. He said, grunting. 

He hit a very good angle, your fingers stilling on your clit. “Yoongi—” With a very smooth stroke, he made your eyes roll close, your lips parting in a tiny word. Very tiny. 

“Yes.” You sibilated. 

“Yes?” He asked again. 

He had probably fucked you dumb and brainless. 

“Yes.” You whispered again. 

“I’m gonna fuck you so good in our home.” He said, ramming in with renewed enthusiasm, finding a speed and an intensity you didn’t think his delicate body could muster. 

“Our home.” You murmured, pushing your heels into his butt and meeting his thursts with impatient little moans as you felt your last high approach, your eyes rolling shut as he tightened the pressure on your veins and finally collapsed on top of you, your fingers strumming your clit a couple more times before you felt that definite clenching; his mouth releasing a tiny hum as he gave two small strokes, his lungs releasing a long exhale. 

“You’re moving in.” He said, exhausted on top of you. “I love you.”

In the small limbo between death and life, in the postorgasmic bliss of the French ‘small death’, you wore a small smile. “You fucked me dumb enough to make me say yes.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard my D is your kryptonite.” He joked, giggling weakly. 

“This was probably your best performance, mr. Min.” You said, patting his head. “Really fucked me dumb. Cunnilingus so good I cried. It’s a ten across the board, love.”

“Well, now that you’re moving in I’ll have a lot more time to defeat my new record. Upgrade. Improve. Elevate.” He nibbled your nipple. “Outdo myself.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good or a bad thing. Good: getting the D anytime. Bad: having multiple near death experiences in a week. I might have to reconsider moving in.” You mumbled, combing his hair. 

“I’ll simply have to keep you dumbfucked twenty-four-seven.” He pondered. “Can do.”

You giggled. “Can do.”

[the-perfect-g1rl]

my waist is sooooooo tinyyyyy. i can wrap my arms around my extremely tiny waist!!! i love how slim and skinny my waist looks ALL THE TIME!! it's hard finding jeans cause my waist is so tiny yet my hips and ass are MASSIVE!!!! it's kinda frustrating how i have to use a belt ALL THE TIME cause my waist is so tiny! my hourglass shaped waist looks amazing in everything i wear. i never get bloated and my waist stays snatched all day and night. i LOVE how narrow my underbust and my waist are. i'm so happy i was born with such a tiny waist.

[tyongf-nct]

hey! can you write about watching a movie with best friends renmin but the movie turns out to have a lot of 18+ scenes and they get turned on (cuz they lowkey thinking of y/n while watching) so y/n doms them and gives them handjobs? Please make renjun a soft,obedient sub and jaemin a bit bratty. Also include a LOT of edging and overstim and light bondage and y/n thigh riding renjun at the end to satisfiy herself. Thank you if you take my request!

i changed the details a tinyyyyy bit to make it flow better but stuck with it for the most part. hope you like it!

dynamic: renmin x female reader

warnings/tags: smut, handjobs, dom!reader, sub!renjun, sub!jaemin, overstimulation (renjun receiving), thigh riding

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You sighed dramatically in boredom, the moving images on the TV reflecting another scene in the dreadfully long movie you were watching with Renjun and Jaemin. The three of you had eaten together and decided to deal with the food coma by watching a movie, but it was doing nothing to keep you awake. You felt Renjun shift next to you, snuggling a little closer and resting his head on your shoulder. You reached to pat him reflexively, smiling softly as his sweet gesture. Jaemin noticed the attention and scooted until he was practically on top of you, gripping your free arm tightly. You held in a laugh, happy to be so close to your favorite boys.

Suddenly, the scene shifted to an intense make-out, the characters producing filthy noises and curses as the passion got more intense. You felt your cheeks warm, swallowing as the three of you sat in silence and watched the sexy scene. Pretty soon the characters were stripping, and although not much was shown it was pretty obvious what was happening.

“Jesus,” Renjun laughed. You cleared your throat, laughing awkwardly as Jaemin joined in. You glanced at Jaemin, eyes flitting down out of reflex before noticing he was supporting a semi. You gulped, a little shocked but excited nonetheless. A quick look at Renjun’s crotch revealed the same fate, the two boys already turned on from a simple sex scene.

“I’m bored with this movie,” you announced suddenly. Both of their heads swerved towards you, hopeful and lust filled eyes at what you might propose. They knew you so well.

“Why don’t we have some fun?” You grinned. They nodded like little puppies, reaching to unbuckle and undo various belts and buttons. You stayed clothed for now, turning so that your back was to the TV as they stayed in their positions. Once their cocks were out and standing at attention, you spit into your hands for lack of a better lubricant, and began to jerk them off.

Renjun released small and quiet whimpers while Jaemin moaned a little louder, their hands thrown back against the cushions as you got them off with both of your hands. You tried to keep the same rhythm on both, wanting to see who would last longer with the same amount of pleasure given.

“You boys are always so good for me,” you sighed, “Well, Renjunnie is. Jaemin, not so much sometimes,” you grinned wickedly. Jaemin looked mildly offended, scoffing but cut off when your thumb ran over his slit. You repeated the same move on Renjun, relishing in the way his body jerked with a desperate attempt to thrust into your hand. He was always so needy for you while Jaemin struggled to keep his mouth shut, always letting out an unnecessary comment or two.

“It’s just too much fun to rile you up,” Jaemin smiled before gasping, his face contorting in pain as you squeezed a little harder on his length. He relinquished any shred of control he was still holding on to, relaxing into the couch as you pushed the two of them closer to the edge. You could tell Renjun was going to finish first, his high moans and whines getting louder the faster your wrist flicked.

“Come for me, baby,” you encouraged, and that was all it took before he was spilling over your hand and dripping down to his boxers still on his thighs. You kept stroking, igniting the desperate attempts to move away as he cried out from the overstimulation.

“Fuck! I-It’s too much,” he whined. You smiled, pushing him further the way you knew he loved it as Jaemin finished second, deep voice cracking just a bit as his orgasm washed over him. You finally let go of the both of them, licking your hands clean before immediately getting your bottom half undressed to sit on Jaemin’s thigh.

“Oh fuck,” he cursed with realization. You started to grind on him, your wetness that had been pooling in your panties the entire time providing the perfect slick surface. His hands came up to your waist, watching with dilated eyes as you got yourself off in no time. Renjun whined from beside you, jealous of the attention Jaemin was getting so you brought his hand to your chest, letting him massage your breast as you came from Jaemin’s thigh with a soft groan.

“Can we please turn off the movie and continue this?” Jaemin whined. You chuckled, nodding frantically.

“Absolutely.”

[blessedisdeath]

lookit how slender and tiny and precious this goddess is. itty bitty waist. too cute. 

[harryfeatgaga]

Even the top part half of harry isn’t that huge I feel, like yes he’s got muscles and works out but sometimes I see him, for example when he’s on the rocks and about to go into the water in golden bts and I’m like??? He’s so small 😭 like remember him next to stormzy 😭😭 he would probably be huge next to me but also he’s tiny and I would carry him and he’d be my little spoon ajdbdksl

PLEALSKMDNFJ LIKE HE REALLY IS SO LARGE YET ALSO SO TINY??? HES SO BUFF BUT HIS WAIST???? TEENY TINYYYYY UGH I LOVE HIM

[kookscrescent]

Three Days ︱ ksj

➤ pairing│Seokjin x female reader  ➤ summary│You are reluctant to say goodbye to your boyfriend at the airport, even if it’s only for three days.  ➤ rating│PG ➤ genre│drabble, fluff, boyfriend au ➤ warnings���nothing major, a little kissing, some fluff, a tinyyyyy bit of angst if you really squint ➤ word count│0.5k│semi edited ➤ release date│May 7th 2020 ➤ disclaimer│This is all fiction! Nothing mentioned/written are facts and/or real! So please just keep that in mind when reading and enjoy! Thank you ♡

⇥ Masterlist

Nuzzling you’re face further into his fuzzy coat, you tighten your arms around his waist; reluctant to let him go.

“You know I’m only going to be gone for three days, right?” He laughs, but still continues to hug you to his body.

“I know,” you confirm, tilting your head back to get a better look at him. He’s still as handsome and breathtaking as the first time you met him. “But I’m gonna miss you.”

You dug your head into his chest before he gets a chance to catch the blush that is spreading on your cheeks from your admission. He can still make butterflies swarm in your stomach with just a look or a smile, and before him, you were never one to be all lovey dovey or gush about your feelings, but with Seokjin it’s different. You’re like a whole new person.

Seokjin isn’t having it. He wants to see your beautiful face. He pulls back enough to tilt your head back up with the tips of his fingers, his eyes shining with admiration and love for you.

“I’m going to miss you too!” He let’s you know before dropping a short kiss to your lips.

You try to keep his lips to yours for a second longer, but he pulls away with a chuckle.

“Save some for when I get back.”

Pouting, you shake your head, “I have plenty!” You promise him and reach on your tippy toes to kiss him again. He lets you. He would never deny one of your kisses; it’s like fuel to him, keeps him going for miles even when he feels tired of exhausted and he could use some for the long flight that awaits him.

A voice over the airport intercom interrupts your kiss, letting you know that the gate to his flight will be opening in fifteen minutes. A sad smile takes over your face, your arms slowly dropping from around his chest and softly landing at his hips. He rests one of his hands over yours, the other one soothing away the frown on your lips.

“Only three days,” the mumbles with a smile, “they will fly by in an instant.”

You can’t help but crack a smile at his lame attempt at making an airplane joke. He can always make you smile this way when nothing else seems to work.

“That’s the pretty smile I love,” you don’t get to reply, because Seokjin is already pressing his lips against yours, sweetly tasting you.

You pull apart and you try your best to smile. You know you’re being dramatic, it’s only three days after all, but you’re so used to being with him that going three days without him seems strange and empty.

“Bring me back a gift?” You smirk only half joking.

Seokjin laughs at you question, his nose wrinkling as he does. He nods, “Of course. It’ll be my first priority.”

“You should probably go check in,” you manage to tell him in an even tone, “you never know how long the line at security is.”

He grabs his bag, tugging it further up his shoulder. Cupping the side of your face, his thumb gently brushing your cheekbone, he smiles lovingly at you, “Three days,” he promises, his smile reaching his eyes as he leans down to kiss you softly for the last time in what’s going to be three long days.

Tag list│ @dee-ehn , @taelaritys , @hoodalmighty , @lilithluna13 , @tearvantae , @mini-coop25 , @alluring-venus , @btsxdoll , @thestral-balerion , @diamonddia-mond

All Rights Reserved © 2020 Kookscrescent

[nctzendreamz]

NCT 127: Their S/O Who Hates Skinship Becomes Affectionate All Of A Sudden.

“hellooo!! can i request a either 127 or dream reaction where their s/o hates skin ship/is pretty uncomfortable because some past incidents but they suddenly become very cuddly? i love ur blog 🥺”

authors note: i love this so much. these type of things always put me in my feels in the best way!! i hope you’re having an amazing day 🕺🏽🕺🏽🕺🏽🕺🏽✨✨✨✨✨

warnings: tinyyyyy mentions of rough touching happening to you as a child.

Taeil:

Although it was hard for Taeil to keep his loving touches to himself when he was around you, he never questioned your reasoning for hating people touching you, and not really touching other people. You had hinted to him that it was caused by past trauma, but he also knew that when you were ready, you would tell him about it.

He was currently washing the last of the dishes when he felt some arms snake around his waist, quite frankly scaring him. His breath hitched, but it took no time for him to regain his composure. This was the first time you had touched him in such a way, and he wouldn’t let this moment past without appreciation.

“Come to bed.” He heard you whisper softly, nuzzling your face into his back.

His hand immediately dropped the dish he was washing, switching off the water and turning around in your arms.

“You okay?” He whispered, pressing a kiss on your forehead.

“Mhm.” You kissed his lips softly, shocking him even more. It wasn’t that you hadn’t kissed, but it was never in such a moment. “Just had a long day.”

“Well I think I can help with that.” He smiled sweetly, taking your hand and guiding you to his bedroom.

Johnny:

As much as he wanted to, Johnny could never test the waters with you. There were times when he wanted to put you in his arms and declare his love for you, but he knew you’d hate him forever.

Today was no different as the two of you watched a movie in the theater. You two were the only ones there, which in Johnny’s mind was the perfect opportunity to cuddle and whisper sweet nothings to you just as couples did in this moment, but he refused to make you uncomfortable.

His mental was focused on the movie when a hand place itself on his thigh, rubbing precious circles around it. He couldn’t help but to stare at you, trying to find signs of you being upset. Instead he found your eyes focused on the movie being played, pretending to be intrigued as a smirk rested on your face.

Carefully, he placed his arm over your shoulder, pulling you into his chest as he heart palpitated at an uneasy speed. He would hate himself if he took it too far. To his surprise, he felt your body relax into him, kissing his knuckles.

He wanted to say something, but he decided enjoying the moment was much better.

Taeyong:

Taeyong was never uneasy about the fact that you didn’t like affection, because he honestly didn’t like it that much either. Of course there were times where he wanted nothing more than to be held by you, but he could handle it. If anything, he was more concerned on the why, not the what.

He could tell you were having a horrible day the second you walked into his studio. The hug you gave him was incredibly strong, and you wouldn’t let him go.

“What happened today?” He questioned immediately, sitting down on the couch. You sat on his lap quickly, confirming to your boyfriend that today was incredibly shitty. Your head found the crook of his neck, as you took deep breaths.

“I want to tell you why I’m the way I am.” You finally whispered.

He rubbed your back softly, nuzzling into neck. “Okay. You can tell me anything.”

Yuta:

He always had an inner struggle when he was with you. What made him feel worse was when you would apologize to him, saying how you wanted to be more affectionate, and allow him to be affectionate with you, but you just couldn’t stand it. Deep down, he knew that if he was patient enough, the time would come when he could be all over you. He just needed to wait.

The day finally came about 5 months in your relationship. The two of you were at a party about to head inside, when your hand grabbed his. This wasn’t abnormal at home, but in public you said you needed to feel a sense of freedom. He knew there was a backstory that he would get payed for that statement.

Once you got in, he was going to go to his friends as he always did, giving you your space, when you pulled him back.

“Don’t...don’t leave.” You whispered. “Stay with me.”

“Whatever you want, baby.” He whispered in a surprised tone.

Doyoung:

In all of his past relationships, Doyoung was always the one who was the least affectionate. He didn’t mind a little PDA every once in awhile, but a lot of times he needed a moment when nobody was touching him. Or at least so he thought.

In the beginning of your relationship, he was truly fine with the limited affection, but now he felt like he was dying. His feelings for you were so strong, he didn’t know how to communicate them without touching you. Even when the two of you got intimate, he couldn’t help but notice how quickly you escaped from his hold once everything was said and done. He wanted to know why you were like this, so he asked you.

“Why do you hate people touching you so much?” It was an innocent question, but he realized he should’ve kept it to himself when he saw you freeze. “I’m sorry, you don’t have to answer that.” He said frantically.

That was the day he found out about everything you went through during your childhood, explaining perfectly why you hated to be touched.

Now, the two of you were in bed after a heavy night of sweet nothings and just love in general. He knew any second now you would scoot to your end of the bed as he watched you sleep, but you still laid in his chest. He truthfully thought that maybe you didn’t realize how close the two of you still were, so he began to rub your back while pressing kisses on your bare shoulder. You then scooter closer to him, making his heart warm.

“I love you.” He whispered. “And I’m very proud of you.”

Jaehyun:

“Can I have a kiss?” Jaehyun whispered like a teenage boy in love as he leaned back on the kitchen counter. The two of you ran away from the party, wanting to spend some time alone.

Your relationship was fresh, and there was a lot of things you hadn’t done yet, but that’s what Jaehyun loved. And he wanted nothing more than to start making memories with you. When he saw you not making a move to get closer to his lips, he knew he made you uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry.” He grabbed your arm, accidentally startling you. The sight of you flinching from his touch made him feel horrible, and he knew then that this was more than you just being shy. Before he could even apologize more, you were speaking.

“It’s okay.” You assured, putting your hands up. “I just...I’m not really one for affection. Sorry.”

“You’re fine.” He smiled, and he meant it.

It was months later now, and here you two were in the same predicament, accept the kitchen was filled with drunken young adults minus the two of you. All night you couldn’t keep your hands off your boyfriend, who wouldn’t dare complain about it.

“Had a good day today?” He chuckled while pressing a gentle kiss on your cheek.

“Even better now that I’m with you.” Was all you said, your smile shining brightly.

Winwin:

Before the two of you even started dating, he recieved the warning.

They hate being touched.

Obviously they didn’t know him, because if they did, they would know his affection meter didn’t go very high either. If anything, it made your relationship more healthy as no one was doing anything they hated.

Similar to Taeyong, he would have his days where he wanted your physical comfort. Sometimes when you weren’t home he would take your pillow and pretend it was you, as he knew it was as close as he could get. That was until you came to the dorms one day, seeming rather sluggish. He was laying on his bed when you came in, taking your clothes off and jumping ontop of him.

“Woah, my baby what’s wrong?” He questioned immediately.

“I just need sleep, and you.” You whispered in a raspy voice. “Now shh.” You instructed with a smile, getting comfortable. It didn’t take you long to fall asleep all wrapped up in your boyfriend.

“Okay.” He chucked, feeling himself dozing off too.

Jungwoo:

Little by little, Jungwoo had noticed your frequent touches, and the way you snuck in kisses while he was asleep. He didn’t want to mention it, in fear of you shutting down again, so he stayed silent, but he was so happy.

“I love you.” You said to him randomly one day, causing his heart to temporarily shut down from your confession.

“Is everything okay?” He couldn’t help but ask. Nothing seemed wrong with you, but he just wasn’t used to you acting this way.

“Better than okay.” You simpered at him, accepting his invitation into your arms. “I’m just trying to be more affectionate with you.”

“But you don’t have to be. I know how you are.” He smiled.

“I know.” You kissed him nose. “But I want to. I need to show you how much I love you because I really do love you, Woo.”

“Well, I love you more.”

Mark:

Mark was very inexperienced when it came to dating, so he never knew what to expect when he finally asked you to be his. He didn’t know if he was supposed to be all over you, or wait for you to come to him. He did know when you were just friends, you never really liked being touched, but he didn’t know if that changed.

It didn’t, and it kind of made him a little sad. Being the first person he had such strong feelings for, he also was one who could only express that affection by touch, except he couldn’t because he would never break your space in such a way. He had vented to his members about it though, and they assured him that you would open up soon. He just needed to give you space.

It was movie night at the dorms, and tonight was a full house. You and Mark sat beside eachother as usual, but he noticed that you sat much closer to him than you usually did. You took his arm and put it around your shoulder, and he was freaking out. All his members glared at him through the darkness with teasing smirks on their lips. All he could do was rub your sides softly, even though he was mentally spazzing.

Haechan:

I think we all can agree that this would kill him the most. Touch is literally his love language, so when you explained to him that the touches you recieved as a child wasn’t so friendly, and you truthfully didn’t like all the affection he would be heartbroken; regardless of how dramatic it sounded.

The two of you strolled around Lotte World, and being distracted my all the lights gave you the perfect opportunity to lock your arms around his. This was only the beginning though. His face was practically soaked with all the kisses you pressed on his cheeks, and as you currently waited in line to ride a roller coaster, your hands were wrapped around him from behind.

“Can I hug you?” He asked in a small voice, clearly touched by all your affection.

“Of course.” You said in the same tone, pressing your lips to his as soon as he turned around. Neither of you cared who was around, especially Haechan, who refused to ignore you want for affection tonight.

[my3amletterstoher]

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🐱💦💦💦💦💦💦, biting on your thighs 😘😍😘😘😘😘🐱💦💦💦👅💦💦💦💦, caressing your waist 😍😍😍🐱💦💦💦💦,🐱😍😍😍😘😘🐱💦💦💦💦, 😍😘😘😍😍😍😍😍🐱💦💦💦💦, tumblr messing up , sucking yiur breasts 😍😍😘😘😘🐱💦💦💦💦, 😘😍😘😘😘🐱💦💦💦💦, flicking your nipples with my tongue 👅💦💦💦💦💦💦, 👅💦💦💦💦🐱💦💦💦💦, squeezing your breasts 😘😍😍😘🐱💦💦💦💦💦, licking your breasts 😘😘😘😘🐱💦💦💦💦💦💦💦👅💦💦💦💦, getting out the shower , muah muah muah 😘😘😘😘😘😘😘🤗🤗🤗🖤🖤🖤stroking your hair 😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘🤗🤗🤗🖤🖤🖤, you like gingerbread houses baby? I feel like it would be fun if we made one.. shoot it was fun when we did in astral 😍 , I don't know about eating it though I never had any before ,they have the little kits , Tumblr messing up , I think that would be another nice DIY thing to do together 😍😍😍😍😍Tumblr Messing up, sits you on my lap 😘😘😘😘😘🤗, wanna look at more structures baby? Some tinyyyyy version can be made inside as well or the base of the design can give us an idea of things , what you think baby?😍😘😘😘😘😘🤗🖤, I can't wait 😍😍😍😍😍, ahh the little igloo :

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I can't wait for us to go 😩 Tumblr messing up , it's gonna be so much fun , a Cambodian restaurant opened here recently too , I like the diversity :

They have vegan options , the atmosphere looks great 😍, Tumblr messing up , I was just talking about a gingerbread house , there's a life sized gingerbread house :

That's kinda dope , Tumblr messing up , this little tiny around this habitat :

Sidenote: there's a few record stores here , I can't wait for us to go and pick some out , Tumblr messing up , we'll have a nice crate collection 😍muah muah muah 😘😘😘😘😘😘,picks you up and twirls you around 😘😘😘😘😘🖤, ahh this ferret he must have been veryyyy sleepy https://youtu.be/l6aBhwsIoMQ,tumblr messing up , https://youtu.be/NoCg_o-4r2k this is cool af , we gotta try it , we can put it on our jars , and on our projects, what you think baby? Nice little craft projects

😍 hair 😍😍😍, lips 😍😍😍, eyes 😍😍😍, Tumblr messing up , swoons 😍😍😍😍😍🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤, I gotta make another post for the images

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NO BC HIS WAIST IS SO TINYYYYY IM GONNA EAT HIM 👁🦷👁

I CANNOT WAIT TO EAT HIM ON SUNDAY

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I don’t I’ll ever get over HOW FUCKING TINY HE IS DO YOU SEE HIS WAIST AND HIPS I WANT GO WRAP MY AFMS AROUND BIM HES SO TINYYYYY FUCK

Anonymous said: Is it me or does Harry's body really seem to be a little bigger?

THE DUALITY IN THESE MESSAGESJNDBHURJFNBHU HE IS TINY YET ALSO LARGE I CANT DEAL