amnesique

[amnesique]

i remember 2023 and 2024, when people laughed at me when i said oscar was going to fight for world championships. i remember feeling a need to "explain" and defend him when people said he "doesn't have the edge to be that good" or that he was too calm to be that good….. and i think that's why all of this feels extra sweet

[amnesique]

Can't wait for Conrad fisher fic since s3 will be out

me neither 😭 i have so many asks that i have to go trough with them and write

i’m so sorry guys, i’ll get there

meanwhile, i have a conrad story on wattpad that has like 8 chapters out, if you want to check that out (you can find it on my acc)

[amnesique]

pairing: Kim Taehyung!idol (v) × gf!reader

IDOL KIM TAEHYUNG, ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP

WARNINGS: +18 MDNI!, mature content, explicite sexual activities, smut!, overstimulation, shower sex, oral

synopsis: taehyung is doing his obligatory military service, but he comes home for a few days.

before you ask, yes, this was made after i saw those new pictures of buff taehyung in that black uniform. lawrd have mercy on us all!

feedback is VERY appreciated!!!!

(imagine coming home to this fyne shi😓)

You stared at your phone, feeling like the 'delivered' status was mocking you.

are you ok? send a dot if you're busy

6:09 PM

your fingers hoovered over the the screen again, tempted to send another message, but you've already sent him 5 and you didn't wanna be the clingy girlfriend.

You chewed the inside of your cheek remembering the night he finally told you he broke two ribs during training. How he tried to play it cool and brush it off like it was nothing, but you remembered damn well how his voice cracked over the phone because of the pain. 'Just two ribs. I'll be fine, baby.'

Maybe he was just busy? Or maybe it was just a long drill or perhaps their phones got confiscated again? You didn't know what to make of this 'radio silence'.

'just be safe.' you muttered to yourself.

The sound of a notification going off your phone broke the deafening silence.

I'm sorry, baby

6:31 PM

i was busy today, but i promise i

will make it up to you ;))

6:31 PM

thank god you're alive!

6:31 PM

i want the pleasure of killing you for myself!

6:32 PM

I've got something for you, it

should be at your door by now

6:33 PM

door dash food? I'm not a dog

you can fool with treats, yk?😠

6:34 PM

Curiosity gets the best of you and you go to the door to see what he could've sent you, jus to be met with a huge

"Surprise?" He says smiling.

You freeze in the doorway, heart pounding as you blankly stare at him – his hair is messy and he looks exhausted.

"Surprise?" He says again, this time with a sleepish grin, unsure if you're about to kiss or murder him. You don't answer, but instead you launch yourself into his arms.

He wraps his arms tightly around you. It was obvious that he craved this just as much as you did. You bury your face into his chest as his familiar scent envelops you.

"Couldn't you at least let me know you're alive?" You mumble against him. "I couldn't risk ruining the surprise." He says as he loosens his grip on you.

"Telling me you're busy would've got the job done."

"Noted. I'm sorry."

You couldn't be mad at him. He was there. Safe. Healthy. Yours. "How long do I have you for?" You ask.

"Three days," he pauses. "I have some PR things to do after."

You break the hug and take a good look at him. "Man, you look like you've been through it." You chuckle, running a hand through his messy hair.

"You always say the sweetest things." A lazy smile spreads on his face.

You grab his hand and tug him inside, shutting the door behind. "Are you hungry?

"Starving." He says, eyes gleaming with mischief. His hands rest on your waist and he pulls you closer to him.

"Oh–oh. I meant like hungry for food–," you start, but he cuts you off, smirking.

"I know what you meant. But I'm not hungry for food."

"Well, too bad, because I am hungry for food." You step back. " And I would rather not pass out from starvation. "

"I would resuscitate you," he leans in, lips brushing over yours, teasing. "Mouth to mouth."

You snort, trying to hold it in."That's... the worst joke I've ever heard."

He's still grinning. "Harsh."

"Clearly you're off your flirting game," you tease, pocking his chest with your finger.

"Perhaps I've gotten rusty in the military."

"That tongue is still sharp, though," you say, crossing your arms.

"My only defence against your wit."

"Is that so?" Your fingers hoover over the hem of his t-shirt. "What if I attack you with something other than wit?"

He purses his lips. "Then I surrender," his voice drops as his gaze flickers from your eyes to your mouth.

You chuckle. "Cracking so easily? Wasn't military supposed to make you tougher?"

He leans in until his lips are barely a breath from yours. "You're the only threat I'd let take me down."

Your breath catches. You reach up, fingers grazing the side of his neck, feeling how his pulse stutters beneath your touch. "There's no point in fighting me, then."

"I was never going to."

Without further ado his lips crash onto yours. Hands roaming over your body, sliding down your lower back, pulling you closer and squeezing your butt. You moan against him and he doesn't miss the opportunity to slide his tongue past your lips with practiced ease. He guides you towards the wall behind you, his hand tangled in your hair, pulling at it slightly and tilting your head however he sees fit.

Gasping for air, you pull away. Your lips are swollen and so are his. He rests his forehead against yours, his fingers tracing patterns from your lips to your cheeks.

"Maybe I can skip dinner for now," you murmur, tugging at the hem of his shirt.

"That's what I thought."

His grin is wiped off when your fingers slip under his shirt. With one swift motion he takes if off and tosses it to the floor, granting you full access to what you'd only been imagining for the last few months.

Your fingers trace over his chest, then lower, dragging your nails down to his V-line. He is not content with your teasing so his hands slide under your top, lifting it slightly. You take the hint and raise your hands, allowing him to pull it over your head. While doing so, he lightly grazes the side of your arms, sending shivers through your body.

He carelessly throws the top away. His palms skim your sides, slow and deliberate. He wasn't rushing at all. He leans in, placing wet kisses from the corner of your mouth to your neck, then down to your collarbone. He doesn't stop there, his head dips to your chest, lips wrapping around your nipple with a hot, wet pressure that makes your spine arch. His tongue circles lazily around it, sucking and biting lightly.

He was cupping the other one with his hand, squeezing it from time to time. His other hand traced down to the waistband of your pants, dragging the fabric down your thighs painfully slow. He then drops to his knees in front of you, taking them down completely.

He kisses the inside of your thighs and you can't help but buck your hips onto his face. His fingers trail along the edge of your panties, teasing you.

"Seems like they definitely didn't teach you how to be merciful with the enemy," you gasp, half exasperated, half desperate.

"I was trained to break resistance, no matter how beautiful they are. Not to show mercy," he chuckles against your inner thigh.

"I see you're back on your flirting game, too."

"I am highly motivated," he replies, pressing a kiss over your panties. His warm breath soaking through the thin fabric and your hands immediately fly to his hair as you feel like your knees are about to give out.

He doesn't give you what you want yet, not fully. He pushes the fabric to the side, one finger brushing lightly against your sensitive skin. The cold air and his delicate touch give you goosebumps. His tongue traces along your folds, leaving wet trails behind. When he finally flicks the tip against your bud, your hips jerk in response.

"fuck–," you exhale, head falling back against the wall with a soft thud.

"Let me know know how much you missed me," he hums. His grip tightens on your hips, keeping you in place as his tongue works in slow, rhythmic motions, making you whimper and clutch at him.

You glance down at him, breathless, only to find his gaze already locked on yours– completely focused, like this was a mission he was dead set on conquering. He lied. He was never going to surrender.

When he finally decides to start sucking– tenderly at first, then harder, your body spasms.

"Tae–," you whimper.

"Tell me what you want, baby," he purrs.

Then his mouth is back on you. All the hesitation and control he had? Gone. He devoures you with such intensity that your legs trembling within minutes, pleasure coiling tight in your stomach. When you try to squirm away from this overwhelming sensation, he doesn't stop. He just holds you still, absolutely munching.

"My sweet girl," he says, finally pulling away, leaving you gasping for air. You grab his chin, forcing him up and pulling him into a deep, needy, sloppy kiss. His swollen lips tasted like you.

You slowly push him backwards towards the bedrom. When his knees reach the edge of the bed, you push him over.

He falls flat on his back and then sits up, grabbing the back of your thighs and pulling you closer to his face.

"Let's make you comfortable," he says, pulling down your panties with one fluid motion while placing a wet kiss just below your belly.

You tug at the waistband of his jeans. "These are so ugly. Take them off," you tease him. And he complies.

He gently guides you onto his lap. You shift your hips just enough to nudge his sensitive area with your core.

"Fuck–," he moans.

He places himself at your entrance, and you grind slowly on top of him. His hands grip your hips, eyes fluttering shut as his jaw clenches. He seemingly accepted his fate.

After a few minutes of your slow bouncing and griding, he snaps.

"Uh–uh. This ain't gonna fly. I'm in control here," bucking his hips roughly into you.

"Tae–," you cry out.

"Yes, baby. Tell me," he whispers against your ear, pulling softly at your hair.

His rough pounding slows down, and right when you're about to tell him not to stop, he flips over, laying you on your back, placing your legs on his shoulders quickly. He then returns to his merciless pace. He was hitting all the right spots, making you see stars.

"Be vocal, baby. I love hearing your voice. I missed hearing you like this," he purrs, leaning in closer to your ear, making sure you can feel him even better like this.

"Fuck, Tae–. I–," you whimper, almost out of breath.

He can feel your walls squeezing around him, so he flips you over again. This time, you're facing the mattress before he forces you to your knees while he continues his torturous pace from behind.

One hand whraps around your chest, cupping one breast, while the other flicks your bean. Your left hand is on the back of his neck, pulling him closer as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

"Fuck, I'm gonna–," you moan.

He doesn't slow down, nor does he stop. He fucks you through your second orgasm in search of his first. Your legs are shaking from overstimulation and tears start to form in your eyes from all the pleasure, yet he doesn't stop rubbing your clit.

You can feel him twitching inside, and if that wouldn't have given away the fact that he's close, the way he moaned your name in your ear would've definitely done it. His voice was even lower than usual, raspy and needy.

You both fall onto the bed, all sweaty and tired. "Maybe now we can have dinner," he suggests.

"I'll shower first," you reply, still trying to catch your breath.

Without warning, he picks you up and heads to the bathroom.

"I do have legs, you know?"

He kicks open the door. "Those shaky, jelly legs? I doubt they're any good right now," he grins, proud of himself.

As the hot spay hits you both and you close your eyes, letting your head fall back. You don't notice him watching you until he cups your breasts from behing, rubbing himself on your back.

"You've got to be joking," you say.

"What?" He smiles. "I can't help myself."

"You wanna go for round three?"

"The military trained me for endurance, baby. I'm in for as many rounds as you can go," he presses his hard-on against your butt cheeks.

"You're insatiable," you shake your head.

"I didn't fly all this way for two rounds, baby," he purrs, grabbing your chin and turning you to face him.

You don’t answer. You just kiss him—sloppy and open-mouthed, water pouring over both of you as your hands slide down his slick torso.

He lifts one of your legs, propping your knee on the ledge behind you, opening you up for him. He teases your folds, sliding the tip through them before sliding in roughly, impatiently. You gasp, clutching at his shoulders for balance as he starts to move. The rhythm is deep, slow. The pressure, the heat of the water, the wet slap of skin on skin—it’s overwhelming.

He groans into your mouth. “You feel even better in the shower. Shit.”

Your fingers tangle in his soaked hair as he thrusts harder, one hand holding your leg in place, the other gripping your ass.

“Don’t stop,” you whisper, nails dragging down his back.

“Wasn’t planning to."

He shifts slightly, changing the angle, and hits that spot inside you again and again until you’re crying out, clutching him like he’s the only thing keeping you upright.

"Come on, baby. Just one more."

"Yes, yes–," you whimper.

He fucks you through your third orgasm as he was chasing his own. He keeps pounding hard into you, until he finally reaches his high with a desperate, broken moan.

He stops, then rests his forehead against yours. "Now we can go eat," he whispers, pulling you into a hug as hot water pours over you.

[amnesique]

you HAVE to read this, i don’t make the rules.

pairing: Jungkook × F!Reader × Taehyung (V)

WARNINGS: +18!,

mature content!, mdni!, explicite sexual activities!, mentions of alcohol, spanking kink, semi exhibition (car scenes), oral

(both f&m), multiple orgasms(OVERSTIMULATION, !! therefore crying from pleasure!!)

!!NOT PROOFREAD!!

synopsis: You're at a bar to celebrate your birthday with your friends when a stranger bumps into you and spills your drink.

!!! This is my 2nd time writing something, so feedback is VERY appreciated! Thank you!<3 !!!

"Happy birthday, dear Y/N! Happy birthday to you!" At least that's what you thought they were singing because the music was so loud in that club that you could barely hear your thoughts. Luckily for you, nothing was going on behind your honey eyes. You just wanted to dance, drink, and have fun with your friends.

Drea takes the cupcake that was supposed to be your birthday cake in her hands. "Make a wish!" She says as you blow out the candles, and your friends start cheering. "Now, let's dance!" One of them shouts in your ear.

You grab a mojito from the bar and try to elbow your way through the sea of people to get to your friends when a boy accidentally bumps into you, causing you to spill your cocktail. "Fuck, man!" You mumble. You hear him saying something, but you're unable to make sense of it. "What?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." He says, and your gaze meets his. "What drink was that? I'll get you another one." He seems genuinely upset by the trouble he caused you.

"You know, if you wanted to buy me a drink, there was no need for you to spill the one I already had," you say and by the looks of it the other 2 mojitos you had before started to kick in. "I needed to make sure you're thirsty," he grins.

You size him from head to toe and reply, "Oh, believe me, I am thirsty."

"Cheeky." He smiles and shakes his head.

"It was a mojito, but I think you might have just done me a solid by spilling it." You pause. "It was my 3rd, and i barely blew out the candles."

He leans in a little closer to your ear, "May I wish you a 'Happy birthday!', then? Now you have to let me buy you a drink, to celebrate you turning...?" You suddenly become 10 times more aware of his presence. "20." You manage to say a little startled, swallowing the lump that formed in your throat.

As you take your seat at the bar next to him, you start noticing more about him. He is Asian, has a sleeve tattoo on his right arm, and piercings in one of his eyebrows and lower lip. You feel so attracted to him in that moment that it takes everything in you not to ask him to take a quick trip to the bathroom with you.

"You look familiar." You say, raising one eyebrow. "Are you implying we all look the same?" He says with a cocky tone. "Jesus, no! I–," he cuts you off. "I was messing with you." He dodges your question. As he hands you your mojito, another man comes up behind him and puts his hand on his shoulder.

He shouts something close to his ear, and you try to eavesdrop, but they're speaking a foreign language. You look at what you believe to be his friend and can't help but notice that they both look familiar, but you can't quite put your finger on it.

They continue to talk to one another, but their attention shifts to you. "Let me into your gossip session, guys." You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "Not gossip, just a conversation," the other man replies.

"Okay, gatekeep then." You respond, rolling your eyes. You take a sip from your drink when Drea appears in your sight. "Who are these hotties?" She whispers in your ear. "I think you mean 'brats'. The tattooed one spilt my drink and the other one I don't know, but he's a cunt." You scoff annoyed.

"Do I sense some sexual tension? Has God answered my prayers?" Her eyes widen, clearly amused.

"Since when do you get on your knees for anything other th—,"

"Wow, wow, wow! This is not about me?" she cuts you off before you get to finish your sentence. She orders herself a shot. "Which one?" She asks.

You look at her, confused, you ask: "What?" She rolls her eyes, downing yet another shot. "Which one of them is gonna give you a nice 20th birthday gift tonight? Oh, or do you wanna go crazy, do both? You know what, hell yeah, girl. I'm with you on this one." She nods, pleased.

"I wish." You scoff. "But I'm starting to wonder if they're not a couple, actually."

Drea frowns. "Let's clear the air, shall we?" She says, getting up from her chair, positioning herself in front of the two boys. They stop talking, and now they're looking at her. "So guys, my friend here is clearly interested in you, and you seem to be too. But she's too sober to ask you if you're down or not, but I'm not. So, are you?" She then turns her head to you. "They look familiar, don't they?"

The drink spiller smirks and says something to the other man who starts smirking as well.

'What have I gotten myself into?'

Drea winks at you. "My job here is done. Find me if anything goes wrong. Happiest birthday, Y/N!" She shouts as she walks away.

"So, Y/N?" One of them asks. "Yes, Y/N. what's yours?" you reply. "I'm Jungkook. He goes by V. Pleased to meet you." The tattooed man says.

"Likewise!" You nod. V leans in closer to you. "Happy birthday, Y/N!" His voice is raspy, deeper than Jungkook's.

"I'm sorry, but I can't help it. Are you guys like– a thing?" You ask, still confused if they're a couple, friends or relatives. Jungkook looks at V with a sly smile on his face.

"We're friends." V replies. He reaches for his drink behind you, deliberately invading your personal space. It takes longer than it should, or it doesn't? Jungkook is quick to notice that V's charm is working, so he pulls his chair closer, strategically placing one of his legs between yours.

Were they toying with you? You felt like prey, cornered by them. JK's knee touches your inner thigh, sending shivers down your spine. Your heart starts racing. They definitely knew what they were doing.

"Do you guys live here?" You try to keep cool, even though your insides were on fire.

"No," V replies again. "We're here....with work," he adds.

"Wha–," JK places one of his fingers on your lips, stopping you mid sentence. "So curious," he simply states.

V leans in again, as if personal space was optional for him. "Do you live close by?" His raspy voice echos in your ear.

You close your eyes, taking a moment to gather yourself. You've never been so glad that you were seated because your whole body felt like jelly right now. Not your right thigh, though –which was carefully caressed by JK's hand.

You put your hand on the back of V's neck, pulling him closer. "What about Jungkook?" You genuinely ask. You weren't content with leaving him behind. After all, he was the one rubbing your thigh like his life depended on it, and if you were being honest, you were curious whether or not he is as invested in other certain things as well.

V grins, visibly pleased by your answer. "Friends share," he pauses. "If you're okay with it, of course," he continues.

You feel JK's hand slide a little higher, an action that causes a sigh to roll off your lips. "No pressure, we're down for whatever you are." JK adds.

You look at both men, torn between what you should do. You close your eyes once again, trying not to get influenced by the sight in front of you. "Fuck it! You only turn 20 once, right?" You pull both of them closer so they can hear you.

"That's the spirit." JK lightly squeezes your thigh, winking.

You turn to V. "I live quite far, actually. About 20 to 25 minutes by car," you inform him, biting the inside of your cheek, afraid that this is going to put them off.

"Tsk, our hotel is even farther away, not that it was really an option, but still, " JK scoffs.

"You didn't drink," V points at JK. "We came with your car. You can drive us to her place," he concludes.

"And miss the fun on the ride over? No way." JK argues, not satisfied with his friend's plan.

"Miss some of it, or miss all of it." V counters.

"I don't see any other option here, Jungkook," you add as well.

He weighs your options, then says. "You better not be all over each other." JK pauses, then continues. "Just to make sure, you're staying in the front seat with me," he informs his friend.

"We'll figure the sitting afterwards, go start the car," V rushes him.

"I'll let my friends know I'm leaving. I'll meet you outside in a few moments," you tell them as you're getting up from your chair.

When you see your friend group, you let them know that something came up and you have to leave early. They don't really question you, probably because Drea already ran her mouth about the boys. When you're about to leave, you see Drea winking with a know-it-all smile on her face.

You exit the club, and the cold of the night hits you directly. It's doesn't take more than a few moments for V to notice you and make his way over. He takes your hand and leads you to JK's car. He opens the car door for you, and he hops in right behind you.

JK gets upset and starts scolding V in their native language. His voice sharpens, frustration spilling into words you don’t understand, but the tension is clear. They argue for about a minute before meeting halfway. JK hands you his phone to type in your address before he takes off, and you comply.

Not even five minutes into your ride, you feel V's hand sliding on your thigh, lingering, tracing nonexistent patterns. The air between you shifts while you feel the need building up inside you. When you turn your head to face him, his gaze is already locked onto yours– and there's something almost desperate in the way he looks at you. You both maintain the eyecontact for a few good moments before he gives in and pulls you into a needy, almost feverish kiss.

You're both breathless. The kiss should've ended a long time ago, but neither of you wants to pull away, longing for each other's touch. His fingerstips slide slowly up your thigh, deliberate, as if he was testing boundaries, silently asking for permission.

He was visibly aroused, but his restraint was remarkable. He didn't want to rush into things; his pace was slow, taking in every inch of your body, savouring the moment. When his hands reach your waist, his grip tightens slightly, a quiet plea for permission. He studies your reactions, and when he sees you're okay with it, with one fluid move, he guides you onto his lap.

You almost forgot about your surroundings, about Jungkook. When you turn your head to face him, he's already watching the scene unfold in the rear view mirror. His gaze is dark, not merely satisfied with being just a spectator. A silent hunger lingers in his eyes.

Seeing this, V's grip tightens on your hips, guiding your movements possessively. Your mind is clouded, torn between Jungkook's hungry gaze and V's possessive touch beneath you. Your breath catches in your throat when V shifts beneath you, and your body instinctively responds to him, like it was acquainted to him. His lips slightly graze your neck before finding the perfect spot. His kisses and nibbling send shivers down your spine, and you feel yourself slipping more and more into the moment with every kiss, moan, and sigh– losing touch with reality.

Your gaze still lingers on Jungkook, which annoys V. With a swift motion, he turns your face to his, and without hesitation, he crashes his lips against yours– needy, demanding, as if he was trying to get your attention back to him.

Your mind is foggy. You get lost in the moment, but somehow, your hands still manage to find their way to the back of his neck. You pull him closer, if that's even possible, fingers threading through his dark hair as he deepens the kiss.

Meanwhile, his hands don't rest. They move, trailing between your thighs with deliberate slowness. He breaks the kiss, leaving you gasping for air, his lips hover over yours, and you can feel his warm breath against your skin. He's just as lost in the moment as you are. He pauses and locks eyes with you, searching, waiting for a response.

Your heart starts pounding in your chest with anticipation. You nod, giving him free hand, and all his hesitation vanishes in an instant. His fingers slip under your dress and hover over your bundle of nerves. He pushes your panties to the side and slides a finger between your folds, painfully slow. He maintains eyecontact while his hand grazes over the place that needs him most. You gasped, a bit annoyed by his teasing, but he was enjoying seeing you aroused and bothered like this way too much to just slide his fingers inside you so quickly.

But your happiness is cut short when you're being brought to a halt by a sudden stop. "We're here." Jungkook says with a raspy voice. "We also had an agreement, but fuck me I guess?"

"Stop whining." V scoffs, annoyed by his friend's tantrum. They both step out of the car, and you're given no time to pull yourself together before Jungkook opens the car door for you. "Whenever you're ready, lead the way." He says, this time in a much, much calmer voice.

Your mind was so clouded in that moment. But you were certain of one thing: you wanted it. You wanted them. Both of them. So you step out and start searching for your keys. They both follow behind you like puppies waiting for their treat.

As soon as the apartment door clicks shut, Jungkook firmly pins you against it, pressing his body close to yours. His hands praise your lines, grazing over your collarbone, down to the fullness of your breasts, then to your waist. His hands don't rest there too long before they begin a painfully slow descent to your hips, grabbing them possessively. He pauses, searching your face for any trace of hesitation, but he is met with nothing but lust.

He grabs the back of your thighs, effortlessly lifting you, urging you to wrap your legs around his waist. Your back hits the hard wooden door with a soft thud, but all you can feel is him between your legs. His lips hoover over yours, dangerously close, breath mingling with yours, maddeningly close but not touching. The anticipation makes you involuntarily try to tighten your thighs around his waist.

Feeling the squeeze, a low sigh escapes him before he crashes his lips onto yours—hungry, rough, desperate for more. Behind him, you can feel V's gaze on you– possessive yet patiently waiting for his turn. You're not just being touched. You're also being watched, and you didn't know which one was hotter.

With one fluid move, JK turns around. His lips ghost along your jaw as he murmurs. "Where's the bedroom?" You tilt your head to the door across the room, unable to speak. He follows your gesture without hesitation. As he carries you toward it, you lock eyes with V. His stare is burning into you, both of you. He also follows silently behind.

Jungkook kicks open the door and places you on the edge of the bed, his hands never leaving your thighs. He places hot, wet, sloppy kisses on your neck, tracing down to your breasts. You can feel the mattress dipping behind you – V decided to join in. His fingertips tease the hem of your top before slowly peeling it off.

Jungkook lets out a low, guttural sound before finally pulling one of your breasts into his mouth, tongue circling your nipple with eager hunger, while he pinces the other one with his hand. Behind you, V presses in, his chest flush against your spine as his hands roam your now bare torso. He plants a kiss just below your ear, his voice a breathy, needy whisper. "you look so fucking good caught like this between us."

His fingers trail down your stomach, slow and deliberate, just grazing the waistband of your skirt, toying with you. Feeling your breath getting heavier, JK looks up at you. "Tell us what you need. where you need us."

V isn't done teasing you just yet, so his hand dips lower, between your legs. His fingers hoovering over your soaked underwear. You try to speak, but your breath catches, and instead of words, whimpers roll off of your lips. Seeing you like this, just from kisses and touching, they both can't help but grin. They've already won.

“You’re not gonna last,” Jungkook murmurs against your skin, his fingers joining V’s as they work in sync, driving you mad with just enough… and not quite enough.

Their fingers work in perfect sync– slow, steady, and firm. Jungkook looks at you, savouring the way you squirm and twitch under their touch. Your moans fill the room, and your hips buck instinctively, but JK is quick to respond and pins you in place with a wicked smirk on his face. "Ah, ah," he hums. "Not yet."

V bites your earlobe softly before whispering, "You're gonna fall apart before we even get to fuck you at this pace." Your hand quickly finds its way to the back of his head, pulling him into a deep, needy kiss, while your other hand was playing with JK's hair, pulling it slightly.

They can feel you squeezing around their fingers, giving away that you're close. V's thumb starts circling over your bud, giving it the attention that it craved. JK free hand started cupping your breast again, fondling it. Their touches, their control, the way they spoke to you, everything about them was making you hazy.

"We barely got started with you," JK grins, satisfied to see you like this. "Now be a good girl and show us how good we make you feel, baby." V says. Your legs start shaking, and pleasure waves wash over you as you reach your high.

One of them, you can't even tell which one anymore, hooks his fingers into your panties, pulling them down slowly. "She seems ready, hyung." JK informs V. "She's been ready since we got into the car."

"The skirt has to go too, unfortunately." V demands, and you comply, letting the both of them drag it off of you. "Don't you feel..overdressed?" You say as you start unbuttoning JK's shirt.

"You're our main focus, baby." JK replies as his last button comes undone, and you take the shirt off of him. V shifts behind you, and you can see his shirt flying off to the side. "Unpatient, aren't we?" You tease him.

"Aren't you?"

You would've loved to reply to him, but the next thing that left your mouth was a moan. You didn't even notice Jungkook getting down on his knees before you. His lips met your core without any warning whatsoever. "Not so mouthy now, are you?" V teases.

You let yourself fall on your back, spreading your legs wider to give JK better access. "Are you ready for your second?" He asks between the sloppy kisses. Your vision gets hazy, and you squeeze your thighs around his head. This doesn't seem to faze him at all. To the contrary, he wraps his arms around your thighs and continues his work, undisturbed. His pace quickens, feeling your pulse, determined to make you reach your second orgasm of the night. You can't help but grip the sheets, feeling tears forming in the corners of your eyes. "Oh my g–, Jung–," is all you manage to say between whimpers and moans as his tongue made you reach your climax again.

"All yours, hyung." He invites V to take his place between your legs. You feel him get off the bed and positioning himself to taste you. "So fucking pretty." He mumbles. He catlicks a few times, sucking and biting, enjoying the way you twitch from overstimulation. He gets up and, without hesitation, he slides his shaft inside you.

"Fuck–," you whine. His rhythm is slow at first, driving you crazy as he was taking his time exploring every inch of you. Then, with a swift motion, he rolls you on your stomach as his pace quickens. He even slaps your ass a few times as he calls you names, and you paid it no mind. "Do you think you can handle both of us?"

You feel the mattress dipping in front of you, and you see Jungkook approaching. You don't answer. Instead, you undo his belt and free him from his jeans, which were visibly too tight for him for a while now. He lets them fall to his knees, and he slowly guides you to take him in your mouth.

"Such a good girl." He moans. "How do you like your gifts?" He asks, pulling your hair in his fist as you're taking him. V spanks you from behind, urging you to answer, "he's asked you something. didn't your parents teach you that it's not polite to ignore people, huh?" His hands are now possessively resting on your hips while his buck into you at a crazy fast pace.

Jungkook lets out low moans, and you can feel both boys twitch, giving away that they're close. "I am–. You don't have to–," JK starts saying, but you want to. "Me too, i–," V begins to say, but you already felt it. And you were close too, for the third time.

You all reach your high at the same time, and you can feel their grips on your body tightening. JK pulls your hair harder while V dips his fingers into the flesh of your hips. Tears roll down your face, and your legs shake uncontrollably. JK wiped the tears from your face and pulled you into a kiss. He could taste himself on your lips and vice versa. From behind, V caressed with soothing kisses the places on your body he's spanked before.

"Do you think you can handle one more? Or are you at your limit?" Jungkook asks with a soothing voice. "You're allowed to say no. No pressure." V steps in to reassure you while running his hand along your arm.

"I'm fine." You say. "We can go another round."

"It's ok if y–," you cut JK off by pushing him on his back. "I said I'm fine." You get on top of him and turn to face V. "Come here." You urge him. "I don't bite....if you don't tell me to, at least." You wink, still starry-eyed. You bounce a couple of times on JK, and you can hear his failed attempts to muffle his moans. His hands grab your hips, helping you, guiding you on how to take him.

V moved around the bed and was now in front of you. Your hand slides on his size a few times before taking him in your mouth. His head fell back, and he wasn't even trying to muffle his moans.

You were growing tired, and Jungkook felt it, so he took charge, bucking his hips into you from beneath you. He was hitting all the right places at the very right pace. He could feel the way your walls squeezed him, and you could feel the way he twitched inside you, just like V, who was now pulling at your hair almost to the brink of pain.

JK hand found its way to your bud again, rubbing it. He enjoyed making you fall apart. Feeling you squirm and wince and whimper became his purpose for the night. And damn he was good at it.

When you felt tears streaming down your face and the boys moaning your name at full volume, you couldn't help but fall apart with them yet again. You didn't know if you'd be able to walk the next day or if your legs would ever stop shaking. All you knew is that you didn't regret accepting Jungkook and V's gifts.

"Are you ok?" V asks from the side of you while tugging a strand of hair behind your ear. "Yes, I'm perfect. The happiest birthday girl ever."

They can't help but chuckle as they wish you once again 'Happy birthday'.

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hi! i know i haven’t been active in a while, but i’m here to say that i’m opening requests for any of the characters (not only those tagged) from cobra kai. 💌

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hmm, what if i bring back my nick leister asks now that he’s getting back the attention after culpa tuya came out yesterday?

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yes.

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WARNINGS: +18!, minors dni!, angst, smut, swear words, oral (f receiving), p in v, light chocking, overstimulation, exhibition?

summary: You and Buck have some unfinished business from a few years ago that keeps getting between you and doing your job.

pairing: Evan 'Buck' Buckley × Reader!Female

feedback is highly appreciated! (my first ever fanfic, so don't be too harh😭)

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It has been about 3 months since you've joined the 118. You were there as a replacement for the famous Eddie Diaz who left the firehouse due to some family problems— from what people told you, because you were not familiar with this man; you've never seen him, but he sure was everywhere around that station.

You got along with pretty much everyone. Bobby, Hen and Chimney were great guys, and you enjoyed your shifts with them. And then, there was Evan, or Buck as his colleagues call him now.

You and Buck met a few years ago in a club. You were drunk. He was drunk. One thing led to another, and you two had a pretty good time with one another. You messed around for a while with no strings attached, but when he asked you to make it official? You got cold feet and decided to call it off .....by ghosting him.

Back then, he wasn't a firefighter yet, and you were in your second year of uni, and obviously, you didn't keep in touch after your fallout. Seeing each other in the station on your first day was something to be remembered. The colour from your faces drained, and you were both as white as a sheet.

"Are you— are you guys ok?" Hen asked. "Perhaps you know each other?" She was quick to notice your reactions and puzzled things together. But you were not about to be defined as Evan's former side piece.

"No!" You reply swiftly, giving Evan no time to react. "He looked a bit familiar, but I don't think we've met. Y/N." You extend your hand to shake on your 'new' acquaintance.

Giving how you've behaved, at first, you didn't really blame Buck for giving you the cold shoulder. What you did blame him for was his lack of professionalism on the job.

You had a pretty nasty call today, and he was behaving like a total brat. He wouldn't help you unless Bobby would demand it, and he wouldn't let you help him if Bobby wouldn't tell him to. Because of this, you almost lost 3 people.

When you got back to the station, Bobby was fuming, and he had every right. "Buck, Y/N! After you get changed, I want you in my office!"

"You guys had it coming." Chimney says as he slams the ambulance's door shut.

You sigh and go change, mentally preparing for what was to come. It wasn't your fault Buck was such a big baby, and he couldn't separate his private life from work.

"Shut the door and take a seat." Bobby tells you after you enter his office. Buck was already seated, and he seemed tense.

"I know better than to pair you two, but sometimes I can't spare a firefighter just because you guys don't get along." Bobby pauses. "This is not a highschool, this is a firestation. My firestation. Your job. When that alarm goes off, I expect every single one of you to act like one person. To save people, because that's what you're here to do!" he raised his voice a bit, visibly annoyed. "We almost lost 3 people minutes ago because you two can't even talk to eachother?! I will not have that. I don't care what you have going on, but when we're on a call, we are a team. We communicate and we help eachother and we let the others help us." He shot arrows with his eyes. Both you and Buck were ashamed and looked at the ground. "If this happens again, you have my word, I will either have you transferred or fired."

"Cap—" Buck tries to say something, but Bobby cuts him off. "Both of you! I don't care whose fault it is. And don't try to explain anything, Buck. I was there and I saw everything with my own eyes. You can go." He waves his hand at the door.

As soon as you close the door, Buck pulls you aside. "All this shit, everything is on you!"

You push him off of you and reply, somewhat surprised by his outburst. "Unlike you, I can separate my personal life from my work life. I was trying to help you, and I always tried to be cordial with you."

"Fuck off!" He spits out, angrily running a hand through his hair. "I can work just fine with anyone, but you. I don't think I am the problem!"

"News flash, so can I! Stop bitching and own it! You fucked up!" All the shame and guilt you felt just moments ago washed away, getting replaced by rage. The audacity this man had.

"I can't trust you! How can I let you help me if I can't trust you? You're not trustworthy, you proved that a long time ago!" There it was, you thought to yourself. His head was so far up his own ass.

"Oh my god, your fragile masculinity almost got three people killed, Evan! And you don't seem yo care about it! Do you comprehend that? I'm genuinely asking."

"My fragile masculinity?" He scoffs.

"Yes! We weren't even a thing, and it was yeaaaars ago! Years!"

He steps closer. "Because you didn't even give us a chance. You took off like a...." He pauses, unsure of how to continue, so he stops.

"Like a what? Have you ever stopped and wondered if maybe I just didn't want you? Unlike what you may think about yourself, you're not all that!" You were lying through your teeth. But he couldn't have known that, right?

He rolls his eyes, clearly not believing you.

You step closer, looking for his gaze. "And even so, this does not make up for all the stupid shit you've done these past three months." You poke his chest with your finger. "You caused more problems than you've solved, and you almost lost everyone we saved! I get it that you have it against me, but think about those people who look up to us to save them."

He is taken aback at first but replies swiftly. "You are not a saviour." He lowers his head, towering over you. Your breath catches in your throat. "And stop trying to bullshit me about not wanting me. Your body betrays you. Everytime."

"I— my body, what? You're insane." You try to deny it.

He grins, closing the space between you, pinning you against the firetruck. His eyes were full of mischief. You knew that look— he was up to no good. You hated the situation you just found yourself in. You were so attracted to him, and you didn't want to let it show, but as he said, your body was betraying you.

You both remain silent. Your bodies were talking to one another in their own language, known only by them. Your chest starts rising rapidly. He picked up on that, and reaching behind you, he opened the door of the firetruck. You understood what he meant, and you were down for it.

You both climb in the truck, with one thought on your minds: eachother. As soon as the door is closed, Buck launches an attack on your lips, kissing and biting your lower lip, making you moan a little too loud. He stops, placing a finger on your mouth. "You have to be silent. Not quiet, silent." He insists. "The truck may be locked, but they can still hear."

You nod, aware that they could hear you two. As of now, mostly you, but you couldn't really content those sounds at the moment, but you had to try. He takes his hand off and grips your left tigh, laying you down on the seats, reassaulting your lips. His hands roam freely on your body from your tigh to your neck, squeezing softly. His lips start tracing kisses from your mouth down to your neck, nibbling. You turn your head on the side to make more room for him while you undo the buttons of your shirt to give him access to the rest of your body. He takes the hint and starts lowering his kisses. His tigh was in between your legs, and you started griding, desperate for some friction.

He smiles, amused by your action. "You were saying—" he starts saying before you cut him off. "That mouth has better things to do right now than talk." He smirks, gripping your breasts without any kind of warning, pinching and squeezing through the thin material of your bra. You muffle your moans by putting a hand over your mouth. His smirk gets even wider if that is even possible. You would've loved to wipe that smirk off of his face, but you were enjoying the moment too much to take any action.

Your hand slips under his shirt, urging him to take it off, and he compiles. His biceps looked so good while he was stretching that a moan almost rolled off your lips. He gets back down to you and starts placing wet, sloppy kisses on your stomach. His hands quickly undo your belt. "Lift up, baby." And you do. He takes off your trousers and underwear, leaving you exposed in front of him.

"You're so ready for me. Beautiful. " He muffles to himself. He grabs onto your legs and puts them on his shoulders as he gets down to his knees in front of you. He sloppily kisses the inside of your tigh, biting, making sure to leave marks. His nose gets close to your core, gently brushing against it before his tongue steals the spotlight. Your back starts arching and a bit annoyed by his cat-licking, you push yourself onto his face. He starts laughing, but he takes his job seriously afterwards. Two of his fingers start thrusting in and out of you as his mouth continues its licking and sucking. Your hand pulls on his hair, which makes him grunt against your folds; your body reacts almost immediately, sucking his fingers in and squeezing around them. He knew you were close.

"For me, baby." He says while he intensifies his fingers' speed. You whine, telling him to keep going faster. He complies once again. His thumb starts flipping your bean, which sent you over the edge. Your chest was rising rapidly. He only got better with time.

His hands quickly undo his belt, and he lets his trousers fall down, exposing his raging boner. He wasn't done with you yet. He slips inside you without notice, making a loud slap sound. You fail to muffle the moan that came along with his action. "We had a deal." He grins. He wanted to hear you. You open your mouth to say something, but just then, he grips onto your hips and starts thrusting swiftly in and out of you.

Your mind fails to cling onto whatever you had to say to him, only being able to enjoy the moment. He notices and grins again, proud of himself. He nudges you to roll over. Once you do that, his arm loops around you, grabbing your breasts, squeezing and pinching your nips, pinning your back against his chest. He starts kissing your neck while the other hand finds its way down to your core again, caressing it.

You are so overstimulated that you can feel your second orgasm coming. Your hand is on the back of his head, pulling him even closer to you. The way your walls start squeezing around him and how his name keeps rolling off of your lips almost send Buck over the edge.

"Together, baby. Jesus, you feel so good."He grunts. You can't help but whine because of how overstimulated you were. That was it for you. His grunts against your skin, along with everything else, made you reach the climax. Your shaky body did it for Buck. He was whispering in your ear with a low guttural voice, which alone could make you come again.

You both fall onto the seat of the truck, worn out. "I despise you so much." He says, catching his breath and gathering both of your clothes.

"You can show me later again how much you despise me." You say trying to stop your legs from shaking while grabbing your clothes from Buck.

He grins as he puts his shirt back on. His muscles stretch out so beautifully that it almost makes you want to jump him again.

You do the last button of your shirt as the alarm goes off.

The crew starts gathering, and Chimney is the first to enter the truck. "What were you two doing—. Ew! Nevermind!" He acts grossed out, and you feel your cheeks getting red knowing that Chim will tell Hen and Bobby first thing.

"We... had a talk about some unsolved business." Buck grins.

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new chapter out now! 🌊

[amnesique]

wow... my blog turned two years and i didn't even realize. i'm so sorry to the people that are still following me and reading what i wrote that i haven't written something new in a long time. i have been dealing with a writer's block much more serious that i would've thought, but i'm really grateful for every single heart, comment, repost or follower i have made in this past two years. i'm hoping that i'll get back here someday.

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new chapter out now! 🪻

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thank u so much 🤍 means a lot.

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my blog turned 1 year, time is flying so fast 🥹

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new chapter out now! 🌊

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hi hi, are ur requests open? i’ve been looking for people who write for cam (tsitp) <3

yes, they're open <3 feel free to send me your request, but i don't know how fast i'll write it because i'm a bit stressed these days

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hii do u write for jeremiah

no, i'm sorry 🫂 tho i hope you find someone who does

but besides conrad, i write for steven and cam!

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he wouldn’t even have to offer me candy

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jealous conrad fisher? smut if you want, but it doesn't need to be

false god — conrad fisher

(gif made by @conradfiisher , all credits to the creator)

warnings: SMUT (18+, MINORS DNI), car sex, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, p in v, slightly praise kink (not mentioned but—), NOT PROOFREAD

you were outside at a college party and you were talking to some guy that approached you while you were waiting for your boyfriend to show up. you didn't know what was taking him so long, but you were starting to feel uncomfortable that the guy wouldn't stop looking at you up and down, even though you already mentioned that you had a boyfriend who you were waiting for.

disconnecting from the conversation for a few seconds, you pulled out your phone and texted conrad, your boyfriend, to let him know that that guy was bothering you and to hell him to hurry up. exactly then the guy wrapped his arm around your neck, pulling you towards his body and forcing you to look up from your phone to his face.

"are you texting your boyfriend?" he asked, grinning like a douchebag, leaning even closer to you, if that was even possible.

what was wrong with him? didn't he believe you that you had a boyfriend or did he take it as some kind of a sick challenge?

you tucked your hair behind your ear, putting your phone back in your pocket, wanting to take his arm off of you, but he held you close. "yeah," you said, shifting your weight from one leg to the other. "i actually am," you smiled politely, trying in vain to be nice to such a piece of shit.

"where is he?"

"he is right fucking here," conrad's voice spoke from behind you two and it made you let out the breath you hadn't even realized you'd been holding, your body relaxing a bit as the guy removed his arm off of you to turn around and look at your boyfriend. "that's my girl in case you didn't know,” he added and moved closer to you and placed his hand protectively on your waist.

the boy threw his hands in the air, pretending not to know anything about it, and you almost laughed in his face, while conrad held back himself from killing him.

he left, so it was just you with conrad, but his grip around your waist hadn't loosened. he was still stressed, you could feel it in his touch, but at the same time your mind was going elsewhere when you remembered how his fingers felt on his skin.

"what was all that about?" he asked you, continuing to look in the direction the guy had taken her, but you couldn't help but look at how good he looked. your mind didn't seem to work every time he would appear around you, mostly when he would touch you like that.

you shrugged, and that was the first time he had ever looked only in your direction, focusing now all of his attention on you. "i did told him that i have a boyfriend, but i guess he took it as a challenge."

conrad grinned and he pressed you against his body, continuing to keep his hand around your waist. "you're so stunning, i'm not surprised he dared to take a look at what's mine," he said, caressing your cheek with the thumb of his free hand as you locked your gaze on his.

he knew the effect his words had on him. he knew how to make you melt in his hands, how to make you a complete disaster under his touch.

"are you saying you're jealous?" you asked, looking at his lips, noticing how he laughed and you felt your whole body shake when he did it.

"i don't have reasons to be jealous when i know i'm the only one you think of," he said and his hand moved from your cheek to the chain around your neck that he had given you, tugging on it gently.

you longed for his kiss, for him. and he knew it, and that's why he was dragging it out as long as he could, until he would've lost his mind too. it wasn't easy at all for him to look at you and not kiss you, but it was worth teasing you a little bit.

both of his hands moved down to your ass, on top of the material of your dress, pinning you against his body, and kissing your neck, making you rest your head on his shoulder and letting out a weak whimper right next to his ear.

his teasing was already becoming his torture because he couldn't afford doing more than this to you in public, so he whispered in your ear. "do you want to take this to my car?"

you nodded, feeling how he wanted you too because of the approaching between your bodies. "yes, please," you said and he grinned into your hair, staying a little longer in the moment and after that, he rushed to the car, pulling you by your hand after him.

you awkwardly chuckled behind him. it was kind of funny how needy you both were when it came to the other, how easily you would've ignite for one another.

when you two got to the car, the both of you stopped and looked at each other. conrad was unsure of his next move, and he just kept caressing your hand that he was still holding, looking at you as if he could see through you, even though it was actually dark where his car was parked. "soo," he said, exaggerating the last letter. "how will it go?"

you grinned at him, and he felt the ground slipping from under his feet, as you opened the driver's door, motioning for him to climb in first. he looked at you confused for a second, but your grin wouldn't go away, so he eventually caught on your idea, so he climbed in, pushing his chair all the way back and reaching his hand out to you.

you accepted his hand and sat yourself carefully with your thighs on either side of his lap as you closed the door immediately behind you.

you leaned into him, your chest pressing against his, and you kissed him, slowly, wanting to make him lose his mind like he did with you.

he placed one hand placed on your waist —and you let out a sound right then— and the other placed on your cheek, caressing it in circles. the ring on his thumb made such a lovely contact with the skin of your cheek and it made you lose yourself in the kiss, at one point even slightly parting your lips, at which point he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss.

your tongues teasing each other, fighting for dominance, as the kiss only increased your desire even more.

he had been the first to break the kiss, his hand still on your cheek and his breathing heavy as he said, "i need to feel you."

and you felt the same need.

you agreed, bringing your foreheads together, just enough to try and steady your breathing as you felt yourself starting to get even wetter at those words, and feeling him hard right under your ass.

because you were wearing a dress, you only had to deal with his clothes, so you slipped your hands between your bodies to undo his pants. feeling a little freer, conrad made a faint sound of relief, and he moved his hips a little higher —making your front sliding right against his erection, making you let out a soft sound as well—, to make your work easier.

once his jeans and his boxers were out of your way, you stood up a little, him helping you put your underwear aside, and when you laid back down on him. he buried himself inside of you, inch by inch, making you rest your head on his shoulder to mask the needy whimpers that escaped your lips.

he lifted your chin with two fingers, making you look into his green eyes that were burning into your skin, leaving his mark on you. “let me hear you,” he whispered, and then, seeing how you looked at him, he couldn't help but connect his lips with yours in another tender kiss.

his movements were full of desire, but also tender, moving somewhat slowly inside you as he kissed you like his life depended on it and as one hand of his massaged your clit.

you were grinding on top of him, putting your hands on either side of his neck as he helped you, holding you by your waist with his free hand, lifting you up and down on him.

it felt so good, way too good, that you started moaning into the kiss, knowing how much he loved hearing you.

"you're doing such a good job," he whispered in your ear, taking a break from kissing your lips, and going to place kisses on your neck.

you dropped your head to the side to give him more access to your neck, arching your back, and you felt yourself tighten slightly around him.

"just like that," he groaned next to your ear, increasing the rhythm in which he massaged your clitoris, him wanting to bring you to your orgasm as quickly as possible, because himself also couldn't last much longer.

your hands slid from around his neck to his shoulders, you pulling him close to you as the knot in your stomach felt too tight, almost close to breaking free.

both of your breaths had become rushed once again. you could hear him next to your ear as you could even hear yourself. that rushed they were.

"i'm sure no one could've made you feel this good, right?" he asked you, feeling your walls tighten more around him.

you nodded, chasing after your orgasm and starting to kiss him under his near, on his neck, on his jaw.

his jaw clenched, struggling to hold himself back a little longer, even if his movements had become sloppy. "tell me, do you think that douchebag would've made you feel this good?"

you couldn't believe what you were hearing, but still, his jealousy had just been what made you let go.

unable to hold on even longer, as he felt the release wash over you, and your breathing slowly beginning to ease against his neck, conrad let go as well, his release filling you as a little bit of it was leaking down your inner thighs.

with him still inside you and you on his shoulder, your breathing had calmed down, but you hadn't forgotten what he said exactly before you finished, so you looked up to look at his eyes.

"you said you're not jealous,” you said amused.

he looked at you with his lips parted and his short front hair catching in his eyes. "well, i'm not."

you moved a little on top of him, as he whimpered and you shivered, so you can put your hands around his neck and get a better look at him. "and then what was that before?"

“i don't know what you're talking about,” he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“you do,” you said with a grin on the corner of your mouth. “ too well” you added, as you leaned over him to capture his lips into another kiss.