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[kaheinheart]

[fawnnlvr]

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𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ hannah. prefer her. secret fairy.

sensitive picses trying to find a backbone. spencer reid enthusiast and film lover. certified swagapino to those who know me.

masterlist / guidelines

[fortunxa]

literalmente quiero hacerte chiquita, meterte en una cajita bonita y llevarte en mi cartera conmigo a todos lados

and what if i say it’s your turn to turn small so i can carry you in MY pocket ?? or a jar with pretty flowers and fairy lights and an equally as small pillow fort with origami paper in it 🌺

[pinkbunnnysworld]

Hi everyone, my name is bunny and welcome to my blog ໒꒰ྀི´• ˕ •` ꒱ྀིა

Info:

19

bisexual

i love writing, reading and music

This is where I'll post any drabbles, short stories of fics i have of my favorite characters, so stick around if you see anything you like ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

Bye for now and happy reading

[m4dokalesbian]

‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓏲 🌷 maple ♡ 22 ♡ it/they 🌷 𓏲

🪽🪽mahoucore + animecore sideblog 🪽🪽

☀️🌷🌸 i fb from @maplesenna ♡ terfs and zionists please explode 🌸🌷☀️

[wingfleur]

thinking about jason todd leaning down to hear you when you talk.

if i’m being honest, i feel like he does it often. sometimes, it’s because it’s a little too noisy where you’re at, and other times, it’s because you’re a little too soft-spoken, which makes it hard to hear you. overall, it’s because jason is just too damn big for his own good, so, most of the time, he just can’t hear you and has to lean in close so you don’t have to repeat yourself again for a third or fourth time.

it happens like this: he’ll be standing next to you with his arms crossed over his chest, eyes focused raptly on something going on in front of him. maybe it’s the news, maybe it’s a movie being watched on the couch by your friends— whatever it is, jason is locked in, jaw set in concentration as he focuses on what he’s seeing. then, when you quietly add commentary, his brows will twitch and he’ll mindlessly turn his head to the side, prompting you to say whatever you said again. it’s autopilot for jason— like it’s programmed into him already.

he doesn’t move all at once, either. his head turns first, then his body follows, but his eyes? oh, those fall to you last. his pretty blue eyes (that also flicker with this mysterious shade of green sometimes) stay trained on what’s in front of him for a few seconds longer. in comparison to the rest of his body, it’s almost as if they’re on a delay.

it’s only after he mumbles a quiet “hm?” to get you to speak again does he finally look at you, hinged at the hip with that white tuft of hair he has hanging in his face. all he’s met with in return is the lack of an audible response and the sight of you staring up at him in awe, your jaw slack and your eyes wide. whatever you were saying is clearly lost on you now, and jason realizes that, but it’s not a big deal. it would never be a big deal. you’re just nervous, and luckily for him, jason loves making you nervous.

“i didn’t say anything,” you lie unconvincingly, throat hoarse from this sudden bout of dryness that’s seemed to set in. you whip your head back towards the tv and jason snorts at your reaction, standing back up to full height with a cheeky grin plastered across his face.

“yeah, okay,” he replies, doing nothing to hide the amusement in his voice. “whatever helps y’sleep at night.”

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[starlitdwolly]

Here are some resources I found on Pintrest! ^^

Mutal Taggies: @hwizou, @sweetishdoll, @kwunibun, @prismaticvampire

[batsyi]

me scripting that he can't live w/o me, feels incomplete w/o me, fell in love with me at first sight, im the one for him, he's his best when with me, im his last thought when he gts and his first when he wakes up, im the best he's ever had/will have, the thought of us breaking up physically sickens him, absolutely head over heels in love with me, and that we're cosmically intertwined, soulmates, destined/meant to be, soul bonded & endgame

[lvve-talks]

something something... art donaldson eating it over clothes

he's exhausted after a long day of practice or a difficult match and just desperately wants to be in your arms and unwind. curls up with you as you watch tv or something, head nuzzling into your lap. your hand cards through his hair idly, nails softly scraping across his scalp so casually. it could've lulled him to sleep if he wasn't so desperate for you. he presses soft kisses to your thighs, practically burying his face between them until you shift enough to give him room. his gentle kisses to the soft flesh of your thighs turn messier, more intent until he's straight up mouthing at your skin. his teeth nip at the soft skin there until your legs open up even more, the scent of you, the heat of you overwhelming him until his face is just buried right between your thighs, not even bothering with your shorts. his hands knead at your thighs, lazily mouthing at your shorts until they're all sopping wet and it's so much bc it's just not enough. but he's just so lost in it, eyes closed, humming and huffing each time your nails scratch his scalp or he draws another little moan from you. yeah.

[kwilii]

✿‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙° 🎹 , 懐かしい日々 🦷 𓊇ྀི

💮♯ c͟o͟m͟e͟ ͟b͟a͟c͟k͟ ͟t͟o͟ ͟m͟e͟ ⠀ 𖧷 ͙⃜ ུ

[pinkmirth]

thinking about s/o who likes to dress up their vampire bf (yes i'm talking about adrian) and they always make sure that he likes the outfit too. he's just so pretty i can't 🥺

𝜗𝜚 ࣪ ˖ 𓈒 “DOTE” FT. ADRIÁN ‘ALUCARD’ ȚEPEȘ! ⸻ ( 2k+ ) words of ⨾ fluff + suggestive/nsfw, alucard x fem!reader ( black-coded ), canon-divergent, set in the set in the 15th century (1400s), established relationship, lowercase intended, explicit language, minors shoo!

my love letter! ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ oh my goodness luna, i adore this!!! doting on adrian and clothing him sounds like a dream! it’s moving enough for me to want to put it into words . . . i ended up writing this out to be a teensy bit sentimental, if that’s okay! i feel like he’d be hesitant to receive affection but eventually ends up reveling in it because it’s just what he needed! adrian truly deserves some loveee, and i’m here to give it to him >.< please enjoy, and thank you so much for reading! ❤︎

there’s something you and your lover like to call the ‘ echoes, ’ simply put, for any noise that bounces off the walls resounds throughout the entire castle. it’s a reliable system, and adrian’s able to use it to call your attention from anywhere within it.

“darling,” there goes his soothingly silken voice, ringing out all the way from the east wing. at times, you’re amused at how it can reach you from this far. “would you come over and give this a look, please?”

at his plea, you’ll be there. so you settle down the leatherback-book you’d been reading, slinking the pad of your finger beneath a page to fold it by the crisp outer corner.

“coming!”

you’re sure he feels you nearing, courtesy of your shallow-heeled footsteps thudding upon the wine-red shag of his home’s romanian rugs. he acknowledges your presence by swinging open the door to the primary bedroom.

you didn’t think you’d have to tiptoe around mountain-sized heaps of clothing upon entering adrian’s chamber— his closet’s practically ravaged. although, living with a dhampir was never known to be an experience short of surprises.

in the midst of all the madness is where he stands, still adorned in his cream nightgown. he’s got a garment clutched in one hand and a pullover tunic in the other. the subtle veins running along his slender hands makes his grip look exasperated. alucard appears to be having one of those days— where nothing feels just right.

“what’s all this, dear? thought you’d have been dressed by now,” you call out, making your way around a stockpile of trousers to approach him. gently, your delicate hands come to settle upon the broad expanse of his clothed chest. just as he figured it would, your touch immediately soothes him.

the man sighs before he speaks. “i apologize,” adrian peers down at you from where he stands, dropping both items to rest his hands on either side of your hips, “i’ll make sure to clean up afterwards.”

“no worries,” you hum, offering him a warm, sweet smile. when he tends to grow reckless, you know what he needs most is a dash of affection. “you wanted me to take a look at something, yes?”

“i did,” he mumbles, sunny eyes flitting over to his plundered closet, “though now i’m seriously reconsidering every single piece that i own.”

you don’t make a point to say it, but you know it isn’t about the blouses or the pants or any of those things. it’s his mind that tends to run rampant on all that’s been and all he’s lost. at tines, it manifests into agitation, a period of overstimulation where one thing makes him shirk and another gets him withdrawn. despite it all, he’s consoled that you’re here to reel him back in and distract him from himself in that dreamy little way that you do.

“show me the one you were last contemplating on, adrian.” you do it with such ease, pulling him out of his own head and bringing him back into the moment. for a good second, he thinks of just how lucky one man could possibly be.

“go on,” you pat his chest, and his lips flit up into a subtle grin. now more content, adrian scours for it and eventually plucks it off an embroidered chair situated in the corner; only God knows how it got there.

pinched between his index and thumbs, alucard holds up the top, exaggerated sleeves and all, presenting it to you; a simple chestnut colored option that shares the same wood-like hue as the bedpost.

“my twelfth option of the day,” he snidely notes. his sarcasm pries giggle from you. “what do you think, love?”

“it’s quite pretty,” you tilt your head, inspecting the piece with sparkly, concentrated eyes. he admires the way a wispy strand of hair falls along to drape against your face. just precious, he believes.

“it’s a little puffy at the sleeves, though.”

“i knew it,” adrian attests, “this is too . . . flouncy.”

“oh, forget what i said! it’s the perfect amount of flouce.”

“no no, it’s far too much. it’s practically screaming at me.” to that, you chuckle a bit. he can be ever so keen to such minute details.

theatrically, adrian mounts the nearby bed and flops atop the tousled sheets, an exhale leaving the depths of his chest upon impact. “i suppose this is just an ‘only-underwear’ sort of day.” you nearly add that he might as well free himself as a whole and go naked, but the poor man would flush so badly that you choose to refrain.

“you know, adrian,” you scan over his collection, eyeing the finest of silks, puffed shirts and ruffles. his wardrobe practically looks fitting for that of wallachian royalty. “i could make it easy, choose an outfit for you.”

its sudden, how he sits upright and turns to you. his eyes blink just a bit wider, a little slower. alucard’s mouth strikingly quirks upwards in a way that makes you believe he hadn’t been comfortable with the idea— almost as though you’d been meaning to treat him like a child.

“you’d . . . dress me up?”

you retract in the slightest, “only if you’d like. it isn’t a must—”

“please,” he ultimately responds, tone soft and low, “by all means.” it had just been the thought of the sheer intimacy that dazed him. you selecting what would fit him best through your eyes, pulling himself free of his clothes, revealed unto you as you’re dolling him up . . . it all sounds so touching and right now, he wants nothing more.

he can feel palpable relief roll off of you in waves as you beam, “sounds perfect, then.” he calms himself and fixes his countenance, gracing you with a sincere smile. rosy pigment scatters itself upon his face. you catch onto that hopeful glimmer in his eye, one that shows he’s pleased though you can’t quite place it. he’s too softened to say that gratitude has overcome him.

your back is facing him as you rummage around and take your pick, “undress while i put something together, alright?”

“bold request,” adrian characteristically quips. you merely laugh, “you should be bare once i turn around, you hear?”

he hums in acknowledgment, although he opts for tidying up the room first. you can’t see him with your back turned, yet you know he made use of his vampirian speed to grab and fold all his clothes that’d been thrown-askew, including the night attire he’d already been wearing. it amazes you that it only took him a solid eight seconds to complete it all.

“i’m sure that’s convenient,” you muse, turning his way with your selections in hand. alucard’s bare now, adorned in nothing other than his undergarments. a plain and skimpy pair of beige-white breeches shouldn’t excite you so— but god, they hang so low on his hips it’s like they’re barely even there. and how could you possibly ignore the way the cloth clings to his thighs? his arms look strong and coiled like wire, and the chiseled lining of his lean torso is embellished by the fleshy-pink scar that runs past his abdomen all the way up the center of his firm chest.

adrian can only hold your gaze for so long before realizing that you’re drinking him in. consciously, he pivots his head the other way as though to escape it, allowing his lengthy hair to drape down and cover the flushing of his fair cheeks.

you inch up to him, setting the clothes on his bedside. you find his larger hand to interlace with your own, and he only grows redder. there’s an indescribable pride that comes with being capable of riling him up.

“oh, don’t tell me you’re shy,” your hum is sugary like marmalade, “i’ve seen you before . . . you’re beautiful.”

“oh my god,” he whispers, pressing a palm to his heated face. sometimes adrian finds you to be too sweet. he isn’t sure how you haven’t yet succeeded at killing him with all your flattery. he bashfully smiles, cheeks warm as you stand high on your toes to peck them. “you and that mouth of yours.”

“i’ll leave you alone before you overheat,” you tease, halting your affections to return to the task at hand. “you love to toy with me,” he breathes out, and your giggle confirms it. you then display your choices; fitted pants of black leather paired with a warm-tan blouse, one that brings out the shine of his sharp eyes and adds a flush of vitality to his fair skin. interestingly enough, it resembles the color of his golden hair. you’d gone with something similar to his typical style so that he’d feel comfortable wearing it; though you know he’s been rather picky today.

“is it okay?” the way you await his approval makes his heart throb right within his chest. if only you knew that you handpicking anything for him was enough to make him fall in absolute love with it. it had never really been the outfit— he’s sure he just needed you all along.

“more than okay.” he smiles up at you, lips soft and pale-pink. you wonder if you’d end up altering the mood if you leaned down to kiss him. “well chosen, dear.”

“i know just what you like, don’t i?” you sound quite delighted, and it warms him up inside. “but of course. it’s my closet, after all.” the both of you share a knowing laugh that makes you feel so wholesome, so bound. you’ll be sure to commit the feeling to memory.

he then rises to his feet, standing a solid foot above you as he works his way into the bottoms you chose. a pout overtakes you, pretty lips pursed as you whine, “i could’ve done that!”

“you’ll get to fix the blouse. sounds fair, yes?” adrian knows if you were to have worn his pants for him, the hard-on he’d sport would’ve been more than embarrassing. you’ve seen each other vulnerable a good amount of times, and made love even more than what could be counted, but during a moment like this would only sully the mood, he’s sure.

with a hum, you give in. “fine,” your fingers trace against the threading of his shirt, “sit back down for me. you’re too tall for me to dress you from here,” alucard’s always found the contrast in size between the both of you to be endearing, especially whenever you go on to mention it. you’re surprised he decides to choose obedience instead of poking fun. he takes his place upon the bed and makes room for you to settle atop his lap. it’s instinctive, how quickly his hands reach for your waist. he rubs them along the patterning of your corset.

“arms out,” you’re a little less content when his touch leaves you, though you adore how well he listens. you ease the top over his head, onto his arms and finally onto the rest of his frame, tucking away the mussed locks of wavy blonde hair that fall array.

“i’ll brush it out for you later, adri,” you murmur, smoothing down the frizz before bringing your hands to cradle his cheeks. his face looks simply ethereal this close; flawlessly structured, handsome yet elegant. once again, his hands find their rightful place upon your sides. you watch him melt in your very hold when you coo, “my pretty boy.”

he whimpers a lowly call of your name. “thank you . . for all of it.” you know these sort of pocketed moments mean so much to him. his gentle pitch wavers with the subtlest hint of desire; you’d know the sound of it anywhere. still soft-spoken, though the slightest bit deeper. raspier, even. he only reserves such a tone for you.

your response is hushed, just about breathless, “always, adrian.” the pair of you are so close that the straightened tip of his nose grazes against your own. when the tension grows too thick and you can no longer escape his lips reeling you in like magnets, you finally lean into him and let your mouths slot, warmth blooming between you. his lithe fingers roam and you suckle at his bottom lip, prying a soft groan out of him.

alucard kisses you with longing, the span of his fangs subtly clashing against the pearly white of your teeth as he works at prodding his tongue inside, nipping at your lips and tasting of you. he frees out soft, little ‘ i love you ’ amongst all the licking and sucking.

you both wind up toppling down onto the bed, with his back to the mattress and your squished breasts to his heart. making out with a man such as adrian always gets so heavy; you’re panting into each other's mouths, swallowing up the other one’s sounds, and you just can’t seem to help but slowly roll your hips into the stiffness of his crotch. a handful of minutes with him already has you entirely soiled.

“this is becoming something else,” alucard breaks away with a huff, fighting himself not to rip off the clothes you just adorned him in.

but fuck, you aren’t helping. “allow it, then . . .” is your solution, bringing the plush surface of your lips to suckle along his jaw, against the column of his throat, right down his neck . . . no point in refraining now. you eased him of his worries, and he only wants nothing more than to repay you.

“quite a shame, dear.” it truly is— especially considering that you put together such a stylish assortment for him. “now everything must be undone.”

© 𝒫𝐼𝑁𝐾ℳ𝐼𝑅𝑇𝐻! ⸻ all rights reserved! do not steal, plagiarize or repost any of my works. please and thank you! ❤︎

[fortunxa]

@anglisses who casually sends me voice messages of her playing THAT tlou song on a guitar she’s insane chat i cried

[theobservatory]

i love the way you write about jason, especially in the confession post- can i request jason with a very very talkative SO??

Thank you pookie !! Hopefully I didn't make reader annoying, I kinda based her off myself when I start feeling manic lmaoo, it's the only time I really get talkative IRL so it was kinda all I had to base it on

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Talkative｡⁠.ﾟ★ ˎˊ˗

｡⁠☆Synopsis: a few snapshots of you talking Jason's ear off

｡⁠☆Cw: mention of harassment, inane conversation topics, mention of body horror

You're sitting on the couch. One of Jason's large hands is rubbing little circles on your thigh, the other is holding his phone as he gets as much work done as he can without his computer. He would go get it, but you've already gotten comfortable laying your head on his shoulder.

"So then Alyssa- you remember Alyssa, don't you?" No, he does not. "So Alyssa tells Jackson to go file the rest of the reports, right?"

"Mhm."

"Right, only for him to quit, right on the fucking spot. Like I don't like this job either, but I'm still giving my two weeks because some of us still have courtesy! It's not about the business, it's about our coworkers, our kinda friends who we'd rather not inconvenience because they're pleasant enough, but would never hangout with outside of work. God, he was an asshole anyway."

"I believe it."

"And then- wait oh my God, Jason! I completely forgot to tell you about Anna! The new girl! Turns out she's sleeping with our boss's son!" Oh, that guy he remembers.

"The guy who slapped your ass?" The same one who you said isn't bothering you anymore, and he's trying to trust you, but he doesn't really believe it.

"The one and only." You groan. "Must've moved onto fresh meat, poor Anna. She's a sweet girl y'know?"

"Mhm."

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"Jay."

He grunts, turning over in bed to look at you. Your eyes are wide in the moonlight, not a speck of the sleepiness that was there just a few minutes ago. Jason wishes he could share the sentiment. Frankly, he's exhausted, and he's been looking forward to sleeping all day.

"Do you ever think about the fact that we're all brains puppeting fleshy meat suits? How crazy is that?!"

Jason sighs. Half of his job in your life is to protect you from the horrors of the world, but sometimes he believes you are the horrors in question. Not that he minds. You can be a worm and he would love you all the same.

"Baby, go to sleep."

"But Jay, I can't stop thinking about it! We're just a bunch of nerves disguised by a vaguely animal flesh bag and-"

He presses a gentle kiss to your lips before pulling you into his chest.

"Sleep." He grunts again.

You laugh. "Okay."

The blissful silence doesn't last long.

"Jay?"

"Yes, nuisance who won't go to sleep?"

"Rude. I just wanted to tell you that you're my favorite meat puppet in the world, but maybe I take it back now."

"I'm okay with that."

"Jason!" You pinch his arm.

"If I tell you you're my favorite puppet will you go to sleep?"

"Yes."

"Then you're my favorite." Quieter he mumbles, "for some fucking reason."

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"Okay, now the recipe requires two eggs, a cup of water, and vegetable oil. Can you grab the eggs out the fridge for me."

"I got it."

"Thanks. Did you know my mom wanted to raise chickens when we were kids, even though I've never lived on a farm? Plus, I don't even like chickens, they're like tiny predators! If I had to-"

"Sweetheart, mix the eggs."

"Oh, right. If I had to choose between fighting one chicken sized horse, or one horse sized chicken, I would choose the horse every time!"

"Mhm."

"Well, I'm still biased because I like horses, but still! I don't know, maybe I should use the analogy with a wolf, because I'm still choosing the wolf every time."

"The next step?"

"Mix wet and dry ingredients together. Actually, while we're on the topic-"

New blog theme new me, y'all. Do we like it ? I made almost all the dividers myself (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

Not proofread as usual, posting this right before bed so I'll see y'all in the morning. I have a post about baby names ready for tomorrow, so look forward to that, and PLEASE give me your input I don't wanna give them dumb names 😔💔

｡⁠☆Requests Open...?

[lascvitae]

loser subby jimin pleaseeee

reader does not have to be mean but jimin begs

EARNED IT ✵ YU JIMIN.

❀ ༉ ‧ ₊ ˚ alt. SO IMA CARE FOR YOU, YOU, YOU

ᝰ.ᐟ you didn’t expect karina to text you after that night. but she did. and now you’re in her apartment again.

ᝰ.ᐟ pairing. nerd g!p!karina x fem!reader ᝰ.ᐟ genre. smut (18+) it’s the same au as fantasize ᝰ.ᐟ warning(s). mention of weed, cursing, dom!reader, pet names (baby), cunnilingus, creampie (wrap it fore you tap it), fingering, praise & degradation, begging, choking, face riding.

ᝰ.ᐟ katty i got like two other asks with a request like this 😪 also i hate using the word cock sm idk why

ᝰ.ᐟ wc 3.3k

masterlist.

YOU DIDN'T EXPECT JIMIN TO message you. not because you thought she would regret it — if anything, you were the one who should have. getting high at aeri’s place and letting things unfold the way they did wasn’t your plan, as if you didn’t spend the entire semester tormenting her over one stupid test grade.

but you don’t regret it. not really.

you just didn’t think she’d be the one to reach out first.

jimin

hey

wanna hang out?

no emojis. no explanation. just that. like she wasn’t still fresh in your memory. you didn’t answer right away. you waited until twenty minutes later.

you

sure

your place?

now here you are. her door opens before you can knock.

she looks like she tried really hard not to try too hard — gray sweatpants and a random tank top. her glasses are sliding down her nose and her hair’s up but messy. she’s chewing on the inside of her cheek.

you raise an eyebrow. “hi.”

“hey. come in.” she says quickly, like she practiced it.

the place smells like weed and lavender laundry detergent. textbooks are piled on her desk and there’s a hoodie slung over the back of her chair.

“didn’t think you’d actually text me.” you say.

jimin frowns. “why not?”

you shrug, taking your time. “figured you’d be embarrassed.”

she opens her mouth like she’s about to argue — then closes it. her cheeks flush pink.

“i’m not.” she mumbles.

“sure.”

“i’m not!” she insists, voice cracking just slightly. “i just— i thought it would be chill. like, normal.”

you glance at her bed. then back to her. “this is your idea of normal?”

she panics. “i didn’t mean like— that. i just thought we could hang out. talk. watch something.”

“you want to watch a movie?” you ask.

“yes.”

“and you want to talk.”

“yes.”

you look at her. she looks at the floor.

“you invited me over just to hang out.” you repeat.

she nods quickly. “yeah.”

you let the silence stretch a moment too long. then you take a step closer.

“you’re hard, aren’t you?”

her breath catches. “n-no.”

you tilt your head. “you sure?”

she goes very still. you take another step. fingers brushing her waistband. “you invited me over just to hang out.” you echo right against her ear, softer this time.

she shudders. doesn’t answer.

you smile. “liar.”

jimin flinches like you’ve read her mind — which, to be fair, you have. but before you can push more, she blurts out. “movie. let’s pick a movie.”

you don’t know how you ended up cuddling. jimin’s bed is warm and she’s even warmer, wrapped around you under the blanket like she’s trying to fuse your bodies together.

some movie’s playing quietly on her laptop, half forgotten. it’s the kind of comfort film that she’s seen a dozen times. you’re curled up with your back to her chest, her arm draped lazily over your stomach. you can feel her breathing slow and steady against your neck.

you sigh, relaxed and content. “you watching?”

“mhm.” she lies, nose brushing your shoulder.

but her fingers haven’t moved from where they’re resting, just above the hem of your oversized shirt, and you can feel her staring. not at the screen, but down your body. you’re not even wearing anything scandalous, just a loose top and a pair of shorts.

she hasn’t moved in a while.

not really.

her hand is now resting innocently on your stomach, just beneath the hem of your shirt. but it keeps twitching. every time you shift, breathe, or stretch just a little, her fingers twitch. like she’s fighting the urge to grab.

“jimin?”

“yeah?”

“you good?” you murmur.

jimin hums. “mhm.”

“you sure?”

her nose brushes your shoulder. “you’re just… distracting.”

you let the silence stretch before shifting slightly, letting the thin fabric of your shorts ride higher on your hips. “am i?”

you don’t have to look. you can feel the way she stiffens.

“wanna tell me what exactly is so distracting, jimin?”

her fingers flex against your stomach. “you’re wearing those shorts.”

you glance down at your thighs, feigning innocence. “you don’t like them?”

“i love them. i love everything you wear. i just—“ she mumbles, voice going soft. “i can’t stop thinking about what’s under them.”

you finally turn around to face her. she’s looking at you like you’re already undressed, eyes low and dazed, lip caught between her teeth.

“say that again?” you tease.

she flushes. “i said i can’t stop thinking about you.”

you tilt your head. “and what do you want to do about it?”

“i…” her voice falters. then she swallows. “can i touch you? please?”

your lips curve slowly. there’s something about the way she asks— please.

“touch me where, baby?” you ask, voice low.

jimin’s breath hitches. her hand on your stomach is shaking slightly now, fingers flexing against your skin like she doesn’t trust herself to not be greedy.

“anywhere you’ll let me. please.” she whispers.

you smile, leaning in to press a kiss to her jaw. “that desperate already?”

“i know. i’ve been thinking about it all day.” she whines quietly. like it’s your fault she’s like this.

you press your body closer against hers and she gasps when she feels how warm you are. how little you’re wearing underneath those shorts she can’t stop staring at.

“go on, then. show me how much you want it.” you murmur.

she doesn’t waste a second. her hand dips lower, trembling slightly as she slides it beneath your shorts. she brushes over the lace of your underwear and whimpers.

you laugh softly against her neck. “yeah? you like the lace?”

“i love it. you wore these on purpose, didn’t you?” she breathes.

you hum in amusement. “what if i did?”

jimin’s fingers graze against your clothed heat and the sound she makes is barely a sound at all.

“fuck.” she whispers.

you shift slightly, enough to grind into her hand.

“please, y/n.”

you hum, grabbing her wrist and guiding her even further. she sucks in a breath as your wetness coats her fingers, riding them slowly. “is this what you wanted?”

she looked up at you, pressing her hand into you more. “n-no, i— i need more…”

you pouted mockingly at her tone. “what do you need, baby? tell me.”

her breath catches. “i… can i use my mouth? please?”

you tilt your head. “use your mouth how?”

she whimpers. “i wanna taste you. please— wanna make you feel good. been thinking about it all day.”

you brush your thumb across her cheek, letting the moment stretch as she looks up at you from in between your thighs.

“you’re already begging, baby. so needy tonight.” you mumble.

“i can’t help it. you make me like this.” she nuzzled into your palm.

you tangle your fingers in her hair and lean back, spreading your knees just enough to make her breath stutter. she settles between them, hands on your thighs, waiting. she’s flushed everywhere, chest rising and falling in shallow breaths.

“go on then. you wanna taste me?” your voice is soft but firm.

her fingers twitch as she slowly slides them up your thighs, like she’s scared to move too fast and lose the moment. she kisses just above your knee first, then again, higher this time.

you tilt her chin up to look at you. “you that desperate?”

she nods quickly, biting her lip. you drag her hand up your body and slip it beneath your shirt, over bare skin. her breath catches when she feels how warm you are, fingers splaying across your stomach.

you brush her hair away from her face. “you’ve been like this since i walked in, haven’t you?”

jimin nods, mouth falling open just slightly. “since before that.”

you raise an eyebrow. “before?”

she nodded. “i— i touch myself to you.”

your grin is wicked and slow. you already knew, but there was something about the way that she said it. “do you?”

she nods again and this time her hands tighten on your waist. “can’t help it. you’re just— fuck, please let me taste you. i need it.”

you shift slightly, one hand cradling the back of her head. she takes it as a yes and obeys instantly, tugging your shorts down. she tugs on the hem of your panties, biting her bottom lip as her mouth watered. she looked up at you for permission, mouth hovering over the fabric. the moment your lips twitch into a small smirk, she leans in.

her tongue licks a stripe up your clothed cunt, groaning to herself before pulling the lace panties down with her teeth. her mouth opens as soon as you’re bare in front of her, eyes fluttering like the sight alone makes her dizzy.

“god, you’re so wet. i love these... fuck, let me—“ she breathes.

you guide her forward with the lightest pressure and she dives in.

she’s needy — messy, greedy, moaning into your skin like she’s been starving for days. her tongue works in desperate circles, hands clutching your thighs like she’s afraid that you might disappear.

you keep your voice low and steady. “that’s it, baby. just like that.”

she moans in response, hips subtly grinding against the mattress as she chases friction she’s too shy to ask for.

“is that how you do it when you’re alone? thinking about me while you fuck your hand?” you whisper.

she whimpers into your core, the sound pure hunger.

“look at you. such a mess. all for me.” you murmur.

when you pull her hair back gently so you can see her face, she gasps. her lips are glossy and her chin is soaked.

“please— please ride my face… i need to feel you like that.” she says.

you hum, slow and satisfied. “you want me to sit on your face?”

jimin nods frantically, still catching her breath. “yes, please. i want it so bad. i want you to use me."

you raise an eyebrow, loving the way her voice cracks. “use you?”

she swallows hard, face flushed, eyes pleading. “i’ll be good— i won’t stop until you’re done.”

you gently push her onto her back and swing one leg over her chest, thighs on each side of her face. she stares up at you like you’re divine, like she doesn’t know where to look first — your dripping cunt, your chest, or the curve of your hips above her.

“don’t tease, baby. please let me—“ she whimpers.

you lower yourself slowly, watching her eyes flutter shut the moment your heat grazes her lips. the second you sit fully on her face, she moans like she’s the one being fucked.

“god, jimin. your mouth…” you groan, threading your fingers through her hair.

she sucks your clit into her mouth with a hunger that’s almost overwhelming, tongue flicking and flattening, alternating between slow licks and messy, frantic ones. it’s uncoordinated and desperate, but that’s what makes it good. she’s not trying to perform. she’s just starving for you.

“you’re so pathetic. all i did was sit on your face and you’re already whining.” you murmur, running your fingers through her hair.

her moan vibrates against you and your hips twitch in response. you grind slowly against her mouth, rolling your hips in circles as you keep your eyes locked on hers.

“like that, baby. fuck, your tongue feels so good— you’re so messy for me.”

she whines into you, tongue pushing deeper and the vibrations shoot straight up your spine.

you don’t even realize how loud you’re being until she moans louder in return, hips shifting under you as if she’s chasing her own pleasure while drowning in yours.

“you love this, don’t you? love being used like this.” you gasp, tugging her hair when her tongue circles your clit just right.

jimin’s hands slide up your thighs to grip your ass, holding you tighter against her face like she never wants to come up. you grind harder, more deliberate now, using her mouth just like she begged you to.

she’s soaked beneath her sweats — you can feel it. she’s probably leaking down her thigh from how hard she’s grinding into the mattress.

“such a good girl. so desperate to please me.” you gasp. she groans in response, eyes rolling back when you tug her hair harder and press yourself down a little more.

“fuck, jimin— i’m so close— gonna cum on your pretty face— don’t stop— don’t stop—” your thighs start to shake, rhythm turning frenzied. she’s making the filthiest sounds between your legs and you can’t stop — won’t stop — until your orgasm rips through you, loud and messy.

you cum with a cry, hips shaking as you ride her face through it, thighs clamping around her head. she moans, devouring every drop and licking you through every shake.

you collapse forward onto the mattress, panting and flushed before slipping off her face with shaky legs. she’s dazed, face flushed and lips wet with your slick.

she keeps going, licking you through it even when your hips twitch and you gasp her name like it’s the only word you know.

“fuck, jimin.” you breathe.

“did… did i do good?”

you don’t answer right away — still breathless, thighs trembling, body heavy with the aftershocks of pleasure. jimin’s eyes are wide and starry like she’s never seen anything so beautiful in her life.

“you did perfect, baby. so good for me.” you murmur, pressing a soft kiss to forehead.

she whines softly, leaning into your touch like she’s aching for more even now. your thumb grazes her jaw and she turns into it, pressing a kiss there, needy and tender. and then another. and another. she kisses up your arm, your wrist, anywhere she can reach. like she’s trying to worship you with her mouth.

“need you. please… want you to ride me.” she whispers against your skin.

you pause, eyes dropping to the outline of her length beneath her sweats — straining and twitching slightly. “you’re so hard.”

she nods, shame and desperation in her voice. “since you got on top of me. couldn’t help it.”

your smirk is slow. satisfied. “so greedy.”

you lean down to kiss her, messy and deep, tongue pushing past her lips before she can say anything else. her hands find your hips again but she doesn’t dare take more than you give. she just whimpers into the kiss like she’s falling apart.

“take it off. let me see how much you want it.” you murmur against her lips, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of her sweats.

she obeys instantly, pushing her pants down with trembling hands. her cock bounces free, thick and slick with precum at the tip. she gasps when your fingers wrap around it and you stroke it slowly, watching her eyes flutter shut.

“you this desperate just from eating me out?” you tease.

“you taste so fucking good. could cum from just that.” she breathes, voice cracked.

you hum, straddling her hips, cunt bare and still dripping from the high that she gave you. when you drag the head of her cock through your folds, she chokes on her breath, hips jerking beneath you. you tease by grinding down on her length but not sinking down on her yet.

you run your fingers slowly down her chest, watch the way her stomach jump under your touch.

“jimin. look at you.” you murmur.

her eyes flutter open. barely. they’re hazy. “i— i can’t. you’re too pretty.“ she breathes.

you tilt your head. “mhm?”

she nods frantically, pupils blown wide. “yes. yes, please. i’ll be good. i’ll let you use me however you want, i just— i need you. need to feel how tight you are.”

you reach down and grip her cock, guiding it slowly to your entrance. her breath catches, chest heaving as you tease the tip against your folds.

“that what you want, baby? want to be inside me?” you whisper.

she nods desperately while whimpering. “yes— it’s yours. all yours. fuck— please ride me. i need you.”

you sink down in one smooth motion and jimin’s head hits the headboard with a loud thud as a strangled moan leaves her throat.

“fuuuck— oh my god— you’re so tight.” her hands shoot to your waist, gripping tight.

you start slow. each grind of your hips has her moaning helplessly, voice high and wrecked. her cock is thick and twitching inside you, and the second you roll your hips again she whimpers.

“like it when i ride you?” you purr, nails dragging lightly across her chest.

“yesyes— love it when it’s you.”

“you’re so fucking pretty.” you murmur.

she shivers. “can you say that again?”

“you’re so pretty.”

jimin moans, loud and desperate. “feels so good, please— please don’t stop—”

“i won’t, baby.” you whisper, leaning forward to kiss her jaw.

you grind your hips faster and harder. she bucks up into you but you slam your hips down to stop her. “no. you don’t get to take it.”

she whines and the sound goes straight to your cunt.

“said you’d be good. good girls let me use them.” you murmur, dragging your nails down her chest and over her heaving stomach.

“please. please use me, i’ll be so good—” she moans out.

you cut her off by clenching around her and grinding down hard, drawing a sharp cry from her throat.

“that’s my good girl.” you breathe, watching her moan.

slapping skin, wet sounds, and a mixture of your moans fill the room as her cock hits just right. you tilt your hips until she’s brushing against that spot over and over, your mouth falling open.

“right there— oh my god— fuck, right there—”

jimin’s hands shake as she grips your thighs. “you’re so fucking tight, baby— please, you’re gonna make me cum—”

you lean forward, hand wrapping gently around her throat. not tight but enough pressure to make her look up at you.

“you better not cum until i tell you. hold it, baby. be my good girl and hold it.” you warn, voice breaking on a moan.

she whimpers. “yes. yes— anything— just keep fucking me.”

you slam your hips down, lost in it. every bounce draws a new cry from her throat and she sounds so pretty — like she needs it.

her hands are everywhere now — your waist, the exposed area of your chest, mouth messy while she leaves bruises like she wants to mark you.

“touch me, jimin. make me cum.” you whisper into her ear, voice breaking.

and she does, fingertips slipping between your legs, stroking your clit while you ride her, rough and desperate and so good that your whole body seizes up when you finally cum. you moan her name into her mouth, and she gasps like it’s her own orgasm, cock twitching like she’s right on the edge too.

“fuck— fuck, i’m gonna— can i— please—”

“cum for me. fill me up, baby.” you pant, still grinding through your high.

she cries out and spills inside you, hips jerking wildly as she presses her face into your chest, whimpering and moaning and holding you like she’ll fall apart without you there. once she’s done, you collapse against her chest, panting and dazed. her fingers caress your hair.

“you okay?”

she nods with a flushed face, inching you closer. “yeah.”

“you did so good.” you kissed along her collarbone, fixing her hair. she bit her lip, watching you. her cheeks flushed slightly and you saw her mouth part once you pulled away.

“hmm?” you hummed, unable to fight the smile from dancing onto your lips. she massaged your hips, hands sliding up to your waist.

she looked at you with the most innocent eyes for someone who had just been used like a toy.

“…can we go again?” she asked, voice hoarse while smiling up at you like an idiot.

“you’re such a loser.” you teased, but your hips are already rolling against her again.

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