#(they said. while a song about domming and subbing played in the background)

[payaso-gomi]

I forgot to post this one my bad

[doveabovetheworld]

“I’ve Never Done This Before.”

Luke Hemmings x GN!Reader

Summary; You and Luke have been together for almost a year now and decided to take the sexual part of your relationship to the next level by trying out something a bit new.

Warnings; Smut, NSFW, 18+ minors DNI, porn with plot, praise, a tiny bit of dacryphilia, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, dom Luke, sub reader, degration, rough sex, cursing, dirty talk

A/N; Day 4’s fic is done! Yaaay! I’m glad I got this one done. I love it so much and It’s a whopping 3,242 words!

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You and Luke have been with one another for almost a year now and you guys were pretty happy with your relationship. One night when he came home, from being at the studio, he saw you sitting on the couch in the living room while watching TV, he smiled at you.

“Hey, Sweetie! What’re you watching?” He asked with a smile.

You looked over to see the tall blonde walk over to you, leaning over the back of the sofa right next to you.

“Hey, lover boy! I’m just watching some documentaries on Netflix. Nothing too special. Wanna join?” You asked him as you looked up behind you. There was a cheeky smile on your face. The one he always loved to look at. Your smile was probably one of his favorite things about you.

Luke looks at you with a smile, and then he sits down next to you on the couch. He leans his head on your shoulder as he says in a soft voice, “Sure, what’s it about?”

“Honestly, I’m not too sure. I kinda put it on as background noise while I was reading but then I got distracted halfway from both of them.”

“Interesting,” Luke says in a relaxed tone. “I like these kinds of documentaries. They're so intriguing to watch,” he adds as he looks at you. Luke wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer.

“I've missed you,” he says with a smile.

“I missed you too, hun… So, what’d you do all day?” You asked him as you looked from the TV to him.

“I had to work on a new song. It’s been a lot of writing and recording over the past couple of days.” He pauses for a minute and then smiles at you again, “It was pretty tiring, but at least I can relax with you now,” he adds as he leans his face closer to yours. Luke gives you a gentle kiss on the cheek and then holds you a little tighter.

“I’m excited to hear the new song. It always pays off when you finish an album or whatnot but if it’s getting too much, Tell me, okay?” You asked him as you smiled and looked at him.

Luke smiles at you and then looks at the TV again. He puts his head back down on your shoulder as he says, “Okay. I just hope everyone likes it.”

As the two of you continue to watch the documentary, he squeezes your hand gently and then kisses it. After that, he puts his arm around you again and nuzzles his head against your neck. You let out a tiny laugh as you felt his blonde curls brush against your neck, tickling you a bit.

“Luke, hun, is there something on your mind?” You asked as you felt his fingers trace tiny shapes on your arm.

"I'm just thinking about how much I love you," Luke replies in a soft voice.

He then pulls you closer and gives you a light kiss on the cheek. "I'm also thinking about how much I want to spend time with you. You make me happy, Y/N," he adds.

“That sounds good ‘cus I wanna spend time with you too.” You responded with a smirk growing on your face.

"That's good to hear, baby," Luke says. He looks into your eyes and smiles nervously.

After a few seconds, he then leans in closer to you and gives you a gentle kiss on the lips. His expression is soft, and he seems to be very genuine and loving at this moment.

"I love you," he whispers to you.

“I love you too,” You said back to him as you leaned in for another kiss.

Luke held you tightly in his arms. As the two of you remain on the couch together, the documentary continues to play in the background. He kissed you again and pulled you a bit closer to him, making the kiss deepen. Luke pulls away but holds you close. He looks into your eyes and smiles.

"You're amazing," he whispers to you, his expression soft.

“I know,” You whispered back before adding on, “Bedroom?”

"Bedroom," Luke repeated in agreement and got up from the couch. He reaches down and takes your hand, then he leads you to the bedroom, “Come on, Sweetie."

He gently pulled you along into your bedroom and shut the door as you two walked in. You looked over at him and laid down on the bed, pulling him on top of you, and kissed him.

Luke kissed you back and then started to move his body against yours as you lay on the bed. He runs his fingers through your hair and kisses your neck and your lips. As the two of you continue to kiss passionately, Luke moves his hands down to your waist and starts to caress your hips. He pulls you even closer, his body firmly against yours.

You let out a hum into the kiss and opened your eyes as you pulled away from the kiss.

“Wait… Luke, baby, wait.” You mumbled as he stopped moving and looked at you.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” He asked in a soft and concerned voice. He wanted to know if he did anything wrong.

“I wanna try something new tonight. I wanna experiment, spice things up a bit.”

Luke looks at you with his eyebrows raised, his expression curious and a little bit surprised. After a few seconds, he replies, "Well, I'm open to anything. What did you have in mind? I'm sure we can try it."

Luke smiles at you again, and he seems to be more than excited about experimenting with something new.

“Well… you know I love how sweet and loving you can be but this time can we try to be more… rough? Like you get more dominant and rough and shit?” You asked, feeling a bit embarrassed as your cheeks got red.

"I think I know what you mean," Luke says as he strokes your hair. "Are you sure you want that?”

You nodded and gave him a soft smile.

“Okay… well we can use our usual safeword if things get too much for either one of us.” He said with a soft and comforting voice. He wanted to make sure you were 100% comfortable and okay.

“That’s perfect.” You agreed, leaning in for another kiss.

The kiss was soft and tender but after a few seconds, he started to get more passionate with it. He nipped at the bottom of your lip, making you gasp at the sudden feeling, and took it as an invite for him to kiss you deeper.

You felt his hands start to wander from your waist to the bottom of your shirt pulling it up. He pulled away from the kiss and took a few breaths, trying to get his breath back to a normal place, as you did the same.

“Take off your clothes and get on your knees in front of the bed.” He said in a quiet but ordering tone. It sent chills down your spine. The way he spoke was different than he usually did during sex. He was always sweet and loving, but this? This was just as good.

As you started to take off your clothes, he looked at you with a hint of lust and need in his eyes. You got off the bed, bare and vulnerable to him, with your clothes thrown to the side, and got to your knees in front of the edge of the bed, where Luke was sitting in front of you, with just his boxers on.

He looked at you with his light blue eyes and a smile on his face. He curled his finger, motioning you to come forward and get closer to him, and you did as he said. You looked up at him with doe eyes, like a lost puppy, just wanting him and only him. Nothing else could distract you.

“You’re so beautiful…” he said in a soft voice as he looked down at you, “Take it out, love.”

You got even more of a bright red, a bit embarrassed at how much of a submissive state he’s got you in and at how wet you were getting just from the way he looked and talked to you, and nodded. You did exactly as he asked and brought your hands up to the waistband of his shorts and boxers, pulling them down to the ground. You took them off for him, throwing them into the pile of clothes that were already discarded.

You could see him swallow thickly when you take out his cock and let out a breathy moan, feeling your hand cover him completely. You knew what his dick looked like, this wasn’t your first time with him, but every single time you longed for it as if you’d never seen him or his cock before. You looked at the leaking tip and the few veins along the shaft, making you more aroused. Your breath was warm and fast, you needed to have him in your mouth. You needed to have him in you.

You leaned forward and stopped to look at Luke in the eyes before giving the tip of his dick a small kiss. A groan escaped from Luke’s lips as he looked down at you.

“Fuck… Go on, baby. You know what to do.” Luke said in a low voice.

You looked at him before looking down at his dick again and licking the tip. You heard another small groan, almost like a whimper, from Luke, again. You looked up at him and smiled.

“D’you like it when I do that?” You asked in an innocent tone, making you sound slightly mischievous as well. You knew what you were doing. You wanted to tease him.

“Do it, Y/N,” Luke ordered, looking down at you, “Let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”

That was new.

You let out a tiny whimper at his words. You never heard him say that before but you loved it. You love this side of him and you guys just started.

“Okay…” You mumbled with that same lost puppy look.

“Okay, what?” He asked, with a proud smirk on his face.

“O-Okay… sir.” You said in a shy voice, getting more red in the cheeks, and much more wet than before.

“Good job, baby.”

He reached his hand out to your hair and tilted your head up slightly so you were looking at him. The view you were getting was perfect.

You looked at him and licked his cock from the base up, closing your lips around him at the tip. A couple more moans came from Luke’s mouth as his flushed face and slightly parted lips grabbed the attention of your eyes. A hum came from your mouth, your lips still on his tip, sending vibrations through his whole body. You started to take more of him in your mouth and another groan came from him.

“Oh my god…” He whined out as his hands gripped at your hair tighter, making you moan around him, causing another groan to escape from him.

You took him in your mouth until he hit the back of your throat. You placed your hands on his thighs and closed your eyes tightly, your nails digging into his skin, sending a wave of pain through his body and making him let out a hiss. He gripped tighter at your scalp and pulled you down more before letting go and letting you move your head up and down.

He closed his eyes and threw his head back, letting out a string of moans. His eyebrows furrowed and had one hand on the bed while the other was still holding his hair.

You could tell he was close.

“B-Baby… ‘M about to cum.” He whined, holding your hair a bit tighter as his breathing got more and more rapid.

You only hummed on his cock and moved one hand from his thighs to the bottom of his dick, holding it as you gave kitten licks to the tip of his cock. He let out a shuddered moan as you flattened your tongue against his slit.

You moved your hand up and down on his length and looked at him as he let out one more quiet moan and came.

You could feel his cum go down your throat. It was warm and a bit salty as well. You had a few tears in your eyes and looked at him.

“Shit… that was good…” He said, out of breath, and looked back at you with a smile, “You did so good… C’mere, baby. You did so well for me, now it’s my turn to please you.

You almost let out a moan right then and there as you felt your thighs getting covered because of how wet you were. You were so desperate for him, that you immediately stood up and laid on the bed. He smirked at you. He had your right where he wanted you.

He went right in front of you and parted your legs to see how wet you were.

“Wow… Sweetie, you’re so wet…” He said in a sultry voice, that made you more aroused. You were wanting him. You needed him.

“Please, sir… Please.” You whined out and looked at him in between your legs.

“What do you want, baby? You need to tell me what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me. Please.”

“Oh… You want my cock to fill up your cunt, huh? You want that?”

“Yes.” You practically moaned out, in a needy voice.

“Beg.” He ordered, moving his hands to your inner thighs. His hands were big and soft but his movements were the complete opposite. They were slow and hard and driving you insane.”

“H-Huh?”

“Beg. Don’t make me say it again.”

“P-Please… Please fuck me, sir. Please. I need you so bad.” You begged in a whiny voice.

He gave you a smirk and kissed your inner thigh, close to your cunt. He gave you a knowing look and said, “Good job, baby.”

He then moved his face away lined himself up with your entrance and looked at you.

“Remember: we use our safe word if it gets too much.” He reminded you in a much more caring tone than before.

You nodded and placed your hands on his shoulders before he finally entered you. You let out a breathy moan as he put his head on your shoulder, pulling you close to him. You held onto his shoulders but moved one hand into the curls on the back of his head to hold him in place.

“You okay?” He whispered into your ear.

You nodded and he took that as a sign for him to start to move. He went slow at first, letting a few whines break from the two of you, before starting to pick up the pace. He was holding onto your hips, keeping you in place as he kept going in and out of you, filling you up perfectly.

“F-Fuck…” You breathed out as you let out a whine. You gripped at his hair a bit tighter and closed your eyes.

“That feel good, baby?” He asked with a groan as he thrust into you.

“M-Mhm.” You hummed as you dug your nails into his shoulder, making him let out a loud groan into your ear.

“You take me so good, hun. You love being my slut, huh, beautiful?” He asked with a moan.

You nodded, not able to come up with words. You felt him fucking you with each sharp thrust in you. You started to let a string of loud moans part from your lips, letting him know that you were in pure bliss.

“C’mon, baby, I need words,” He let out a low moan before continuing, “Tell me how much you love my cock.”

“I-I love it… I love your cock inside of me, sir.” You said with a moan to follow.

He let out a small whine and continued with his pace. You felt one of his hands move up from the side of your hips to your hair, holding you close to him. You could feel the hand that was on your hip starting to form a bruise at how tight he held you and the noises that your bodies made as they touched…

Suddenly a wave of pleasure came to you as you felt his hand on your clit, making small circles at the same pace as he thrust into you. He wanted you to feel just as good as him, if not, more.

“I-I’m so close, sir.” You moaned into his ear.

He knew you were. He knew that you were going to cum because of how tight you were squeezing him. Because of how much you shuddered just from his touch.

“Y-You know what to do.” He groaned again.

“Please, sir. Please let me cum… I wanna cum so bad.” You begged as you let another loud moan out.

He pressed down a bit harder on your clit, continuing his movements. He was going deeper and deeper inside of you, making you closer to your orgasm.

You needed to come.

“P-Please, sir.” You cried out, feeling a few years from.

“N-No.”

You let out a cry of pleasure as you held onto him as tight as you could. You wanted to do as he said. You wanted to wait and come with him but it was all too much.

“Now.” He whispered in your ear, permitting you to come, just for him.

And that’s when you came. You let out loud and breathy moans as a few tears fell down your cheeks. You were shaking and tensing up all over as you rode through your orgasm with him. He continued to do the same movements of thrusting in and out of you as he helped you finish out your high.

“‘M gonna come, baby. Where’d you want it?” He whined in your ear.

“Inside.” You moaned out and just like that, you could feel him come inside of you. He stopped his movements but you could still feel his cock pulsing inside of you. He moved his head from your shoulder and looked at you with soft eyes. He gave you a tiny kiss on your cheek and moved himself from you, moving down in between your legs. He gave a tiny lick, tasting yours and his come. You let out a soft moan and looked down at him.

“You did so, so good, baby. I’ve never done anything like that before. It felt amazing.” He mumbled through a few soft licks of your full cunt.

He moved his mouth away from your cunt and moved back up, on top of you. His chin and lips are just gleaming in the light with your come. He gives you a long kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth, to have you taste yours and his come. He gave a few more moments into the kiss before breaking it and smiling proudly.

“See how well you taste with me?” He asked in a quiet and kind voice, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Luke.” You said back, a sweet smile forming on your face.

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Yes Captain part 3 NSFW

Captain Phasma x fem reader

Previous / Next / Series

Summary: day two of training,and Phasma has moved your session forward. Training was in fact training this time but the only thing you could think about was what was going to come that evening.

Warnings: dom/sub kink, safety words, cunnilingus, fingering, humiliation kink, begging, teasing, strap on, orgasm denial, aftercare

Requests open

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You woke up the next morning feeling refreshed but still sore. How could one person make you feel like this? You didn’t know if your body would be able to handle the activities that Phasma planned to do to you tonight. You decided that the best way to help with your aching body would be to have a nice relaxing bath before starting your day.

You dragged yourself out of bed and went to your bathroom. You placed the plug in the bath and started filling it up with hot water. You added some bath salts that are designed to help relax your muscles as well as some apple and elderflower bubble bath. This was definitely going to help you relax.

When the bath was halfway full you switched on the cold tap adding just the right amount before turning both taps off completely. You preferred hot baths. You knew it wasn’t great for your skin but it just made you feel better and it was just what your body needed right now. You headed back to your room grabbing your towel off the hook before heading back to the bathroom.

You shut the door behind you before stripping off your clothes and leaving them in a small pile in the corner of the room. You walked over to the bath and stepped into the nice warm water letting out a small sigh as you did so. You sat down and let the water run all over your body. This is definitely what you needed and you could quite easily spend forever in the bath but unfortunately water goes cold so that's impossible.

You grabbed your phone and just pressed play on your playlist letting the songs flick through. The first song that came on was Lavender Haze and the only thing you could think of was how typical this song relates to you in this current moment. You definitely believed that Phasma was your lavender haze and you definitely didn’t want to leave it.

You spent the next 40 minutes in the bath just listening to music before finally getting clean. By the end of the bath your body wasn’t feeling as achy which you definitely saw as a good sign. You took the plug out of the bath letting the almost cold water drain from the tub. You stepped out, wrapping your wet body in your nice fluffy towel. You grabbed your pile of clothes and went to your room.

You placed the clothes in the wash basket and dried your body. Once you were dry enough you got dressed into your usual clothes which was a pair of black leggings and a tank top. You then dried your hair and put it up so it was out of your way. You assumed that training would be at the same time as it was yesterday which meant you had most of the day to do what you felt like doing.

You decided that now was the perfect opportunity to have breakfast so you grabbed your phone and went to the kitchen. You decided on something simple for breakfast so went for a couple slices of toast with just a small amount of butter on each piece. To go with that you made a small fruit salad which had some mixed berries and a banana. You were going to need all the energy you could get today.

While you ate breakfast you watched tv not really caring what was on, you just needed some background noise. You were happy and content while you ate your breakfast that you almost forgot that you had training today. That was until you heard your name over the intercom. “Y/n, your training session has been moved from 21:00 to 15:30 today. Phasma will meet you in the training centre at this time” you heard the voice say over the intercom. “I wonder why she has moved my session forward?” you said to yourself quietly.

You would normally train in the morning but decided to go against it today just because you would need to save what energy you did have for training and the antics that you and Phasma would get up to this evening. You continued on with your day like normal which mainly consisted of studying and the occasional workout.

Lunchtime came and went. You had avocado on toast with a packet of ready salted crisps. It was somewhat healthy but it definitely filled you up and you were going to need the energy it provided you. The clock ticked on by and before you knew it you heard your name being called over the intercom to head down to the training centre.

You grabbed everything you needed and made your way down there. You were more nervous than you expected. You hadn’t seen Phasma since she left you in the showers last night. You didn’t know how she would react or if she still wanted tonight to go ahead. Maybe she doesn’t and that is why she has brought your session forward today. Your heart ached at the thought that she didn’t want you anymore.

You sighed as you went into the locker room to dump your stuff there. That has to be the case, why else would she have moved your session forward today? You walked into the room that Phasma wanted you in. There she was standing on the opposite side of the room leaning against the wall with her arms folded. All you could do was look at your feet out of embarrassment.

Phasma just smirked at you from across the room. She found it sweet how shy you had gone purely from her presence. She pushed herself off the wall and slowly walked over to you. When she finally got to you she made you look at her by using her fingers to lift your chin. “Aww has my baby girl gone all shy on me?” she whispered in your ear. You couldn’t say anything. You wanted to but you just couldn’t form any words.

“You’re probably wondering why you're here now rather than later” she said to you as she removed her hand from your chin and placed it on your hip. You gasped slightly at the sudden contact. “Ye..yeah I was to be honest” you managed to say. “Well I thought you would need your energy for this evening so I decided to move training forward so it will give you time to rest” she smirked at you.

“Wait so you didn’t move my session forward so you could avoid me later?” you asked her. Phasma’s facial expressions changed instantly. “Of course not. I’m having my way with you tonight like I said yesterday. There is no way I would pass up this opportunity. I need to fuck you and I want you to pleasure me” she smirked as her voice got more husky. You let out a small whimper at the thought of it all.

Of course you would overthink the whole situation and imagine something that was completely wrong. Well at least your mind had now settled a bit which meant you could actually look forward to this evening. “So what are we doing in training today?” you asked Phasma. “We are just going to be doing what we did yesterday but this time less sexual activities” she smirked “we will be saving that session for my bedroom” she said gripping your hips bringing you in for a small kiss.

You whimpered at her touch before pulling away. “Well we better get on with this training otherwise at this rate we will be having a repeat of yesterday” you chuckled as you got yourself ready to start training. Your training went by relatively quickly and like Phasma said this time it actually was training. There were the occasionally lingering touches but nothing that could last too long.

At the end of the session Phasma told you to go back and relax and rest for the rest of the day because you were apparently going to need all your energy for this evening. You decided to listen to Phasma because if she is telling you that you would need your energy then you were definitely going to need it. You were to meet her outside of her quarters at 21:00 tonight.

It was currently 17:30 so you still had three and a half hours before you needed to be there so you decided to have some dinner and just watch tv to pass the time. You cooked a pizza while you watched Jaws. You did love a classic horror film even though you didn’t find them scary. Over the next three hours you were constantly checking the clock to see if it was time to go yet.

The time was dragging and the sooner it was 21:00 the better but the time just wanted to annoy you and take its sweet time. After about an hour of constantly clock watching it was finally 20:45. You got changed into something that you knew would get Phasma riled up. You went with a black lace bra and some black tights, ditching the panties all together.

You decided not to put anything else on so you covered your body with a long coat so you could walk down to Phasma’s room. You definitely didn’t need anyone else to see you dressed like that. This is for Phasma’s eyes only. At 20:55 you made your way to her room. The nerves were building up quickly and your mind then started to race with a million what if questions.

Once outside her door you knocked loudly before standing back slightly waiting for her to answer. Not even 10 seconds later Phasma’s door swung open to which she grabbed your hand and quickly pulled you in. She shut the door behind you before pinning you to the door. You gasped as you felt your body hit the door as she grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head.

“You don’t know how desperate daddy is for you right now” she whispered in your ear before giving you a light kiss behind your ear before working her way down your neck. You tilted your head to the side slightly giving her better access. “Mmm is my slut desperate for daddy? You sure are acting like you are” she moaned as she started to leave more hickies on your neck.

“Come on, let's take this to my room” she said before grabbing your hand and leading you to her bedroom. She led you to her bed before pushing you on top of it. “Lets lose the coat because you won’t be needing that” she said to you as started to strip herself of her own clothing. You sat up so you were resting on your knees. You slowly started to unbutton the long coat before finally discarding it and letting it rest on the floor. “Fuck y/n you look so fucking sexy. I could just devour you right now” she moaned.

“Lay down now” she said to you to which you complied immediately. She opened one of the drawers next to the bed and grabbed some rope. She started to tie your limbs to each post of the bed. “We are going to follow the traffic light system. I obviously want you to be safe and if you ever feel like you need to stop you can use the safe words. So red is stop and whatever I’m doing I will stop immediately, amber is slow down or you have a question and green is all ok. I will ask you what colour you are at points just so I know you're still ok with everything. Is that understood?” she said to you as she finished tying you up.

“Yes I understand Phasma” you said. You were glad she was using this as it at least gave you a simple way to get her attention if things are getting too much. “So what is your colour now?” she asked you, smirking at you. “Green, god fucking green” you moaned.

Phasma smirked at you before slowly crawling over your body. “What do you want daddy to do to you?” She moaned into your ear before then starting to leave more hickies down your neck and continuing down your body. “I need you to fuck me daddy” you moaned as you instinctively pulled against the rope tying you to the bed.

“That is what daddy is going to do to you. Now beg for me” she smirked as she sat back and watched. “Daddy I'd really love you to fuck me and let me show you I can be a dirty girl. Please” you begged Phasma. You needed her so desperately and you hoped that she wouldn’t make you beg for too long.

“Ok baby. Daddy is going to fuck you like the slut you are” she smirked as she started to trail kisses from your sternum to your pussy. You expected her to rip off the tights that were covering your pussy but instead she kept them on.

She slowly started to kiss your pussy over the tights blowing hot air on your clit every so often before taking a long swipe of her tongue up the length of your slit. You let out a huge moan as you throw your head back as you feel your arms fight against the rope.

She gently starts to leave open mouth kisses on your pussy causing you to buck your hips into her mouth. “Is my slut desperate for daddy?” she moaned as she continued to lick at your pussy while gazing into your eyes. “Please daddy, I need you to fuck me, I need you to make me cum” you moaned.

Phasma then quickly removed your tights from your body causing you to gasp at the sudden cold air that came in contact with your dripping wet cunt. Phasma stood up and went back to the same drawer that contained the rope pulling out a vibrator. She turned it on and placed it straight on your clit causing you to arch your back at the instant pleasure you felt course through your body.

“You don’t cum until I say you can cum” she said as she watched your body fight against the ropes as you were forced to keep your legs out. The only thing you could hear in her room were your moans. Phasma was enjoying the sight of you and she couldn’t help but touch herself as she watched you. While you were enjoying the torture you could hear soft moans coming from next to your body.

You tried your best to look up and you were not disappointed. You watched as Phasma fingered herself at the sight of you. You wanted to cum, no you needed to cum. “Daddy please can I cum?” she begged her. You watched as Phasma made eye contact with you. “Oh come on slut you can do better than that” she moaned as she continued to finger herself.

“Daddy, please may I cum? I’m so hot, and my clit is so hard it feels like it will explode!” you managed to moan out. “Oh how can I deny that. Cum for daddy my sweet little slut.” As soon as those words left her mouth you felt your orgasm instantly take over your body. “Fuck daddy! It feels so good” you screamed as you bucked your hips into the vibrator. Phasma was quick to remove the vibrator discarding it somewhere in the room.

She went back to her little drawer and watched as she pulled out a strap on. She placed the strap on the bed as she untied all your limbs from the bed posts. You pulled your arms and legs closer to your body as you watched Phasma put on the strap and cover the length in lube. You were enjoying the sight in front of you and you couldn’t help but touch yourself.

You laid to the side slightly as you spread your legs. You let your hands travel down your body before letting the tip of one of your fingers enter your dripping cunt. You slowly started to finger yourself just over the sight of Phasma. Just as she was about to turn around you quickly removed your finger trying to act casual hoping she didn’t notice. You really didn’t want this to stop.

Phasma laid down behind you grabbing your leg and lifting it up slightly which allowed her better access to your pussy. “I saw that” she smirked at you “but you have been such a good girl that I’m not going to punish you for that. Well not today anyway” she said to you as you felt the tip of her cock at your entrance.

You slowly started to grind your hips into her hoping she would get the message to which she shoved the cock into your wet pussy causing you to gasp at the sudden fullness you felt. Phasma slowly started to move inside of you causing you to widen your legs further giving her better access to your aching cunt. “Fuck daddy! Fuck me faster! Yes right there daddy” you moaned as you felt her increase her pace at your command.

The only thing you could hear now was both of your moans and the sound of skin hitting each other. You were getting closer and closer with each thrust and Phasma could tell. The grip on her arm was starting to get tighter and she could feel your leg that she was holding starting to shake as you tried to fight your orgasm.

“Oh is my slut getting close” she whispered into your ear as she bit down on your neck causing you to gasp. “Fuck daddy I’m so close, I can’t hold it anymore. Let me cum all over that cock” you moaned as you continued to grind as she fucked you. “Cum for daddy slut, you will be cleaning this mess up afterwards though” she demanded as she continued to fuck you at this insane pace.

You let your second orgasm take over your body. It was just as intense as the first one as you felt your whole body shake once again. Phasma rolled onto her back removing the strap from your pussy causing you to let out a whimper. “Oh you're not done yet slut. You’re gonna ride this dick for daddy as daddy needs a rest” she smirked. You looked at the cock before crawling on top of Phasma guiding the cock back into your pussy.

You moaned as you felt her fill you up once again. This time you let yourself adjust before slowly starting to ride the cock. It was clear this time that you would be doing all of the work. Phasma sat back and just enjoyed watching your ride the fake cock. You rocked your hips back and forth causing your hard clit to rub against the harness. With both the clit stimulation and the penetration you could feel your third orgasm building.

You were getting tired and Phasma could tell. “Just one more for me” she smirked as grabbed your hips and helped you ride the cock. The orgasm took over instantly resulting in you throwing your head back in pure ecstasy. “Fuck daddy right there! No one makes me cum like you do” you screamed as you rode out the orgasm. After you had come down from your high you slowly removed the cock from your pussy.

You laid down next to Phasma who was still wearing the strap. You wanted to repay her so you let your hand travel down her body and to her wet pussy. You moved the harness of the strap to the side slightly exposing the rest of her pussy. You let your finger trace over her throbbing clit which caused Phasma to gasp.

She was so desperate to cum that she completely forgot that she was supposed to be the dominant one in this situation. You continued to tease her throbbing clit as you leaned into Phasma to kiss her soft lips which was accepted by Phasma. As you both fought for dominance with your tongues you finally entered a finger into her pussy. Phasma gasped which caused you to win for dominance.

You entered another finger into Phasma as you picked up your pace. “Mmm daddy is so wet for her little slut” you moaned into her mouth as you continued to fuck her at a brutal pace. “Yes, all for you my slut. Now fuck daddy like the King I am” she moaned as she started to grind into your hand. You teased her clit as you continued to fuck her with your fingers slowly adding another one deep inside her.

It wasn’t long until you started to feel her walls start to flutter and her moans filled the room. “Fuck, daddy is going to cum! Don’t stop, right there! Fuck I’m cumming” she screamed as you watched the orgasm take over her body. You slowly removed your fingers from her dripping core, placing them in your mouth as you tasted her cum.

You moaned at the taste and the only thing you could think about doing right now was cuddling up with Phasma and having a sleep. Phasma quickly got up, taking off the strap and leaving it on the floor so she could clean it later on. She then went to grab some damp clothes so she could clean you both up. She tried to be carefully around your sensitive core as she knew the slightest touch could be too much.

Once you were both clean she jumped in bed next to you grabbing your body and pulling you close. You both drifted off into a deep sleep and the only thing you could think about was how you didn’t want this to end.

[chrizztopher97]

WARNING: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

DOM!WerewolfChan, SUB!FemReader, swearing, oral, piv, unprotected sex, marking, breeding, breast play, praise, name calling, werewolf AU.

It was a normal day at work, serving costumer after costumer at the store whenever they came. From time to time paying attention at the music playing in the background.

It was one of the most unknown group you liked, called 'Strays', at first it was just a trio but then it became something big as eight yet one disappeared.

Every once in a while you found yourself looking around on the net in case there was any news about it but the only thing you could find was 'personal reasons'.

The bell of the store brought you back from the clouds and you stood up, ready to serve the costumer.

"Welcome." Smiling warmly, you gave a little bow.

The male costumer in return gave a little bow and went to do his own shopping.

Finding yourself immersed in the music, you hummed to the melody, almost tearing up at the voice of that trio you loved, J.One, FoxI.N and Seungmo.

"Gone away..." You hummed grabbing the scanner to scan every item the costumer left on the counter.

Scan after scan, you grabbed a totem reusable bag from under the counter and placed the goods inside.

"You listen to this group?" The guy brought your attention from the song to his voice.

"Oh yeah, definitely my favorite even though that CB97 left or is kinda silent..." You mumbled, clearly feeling afflicted by his absence.

"I'm pretty sure he'll be back." The guy chuckled pulling out his wallet, handling you his card.

"I hope so..." Swiping it to pay, you handled him the POS so that he could dial the pin. "Man, his voice was absolutely gorgeous." You whined in a sad smile.

The guy chuckled and got his stuff. "Thank you..." Looking your name tag for a moment. "Lady Y/N." And with a soft smile he left.

The voice sounded familiar yet you had no idea where the familiar source came from.

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Once the shift was over, you walked back home taking the path from within the forest, a less crowded way you would always take whenever you didn't want to partake in any conversations with the villagers.

After all, everyone was scared of that forest, except you. You were always so curious of what roamed inside of it. The rumors sounded so damn stupid that you knew it was all either a story that one mad man once told or just a way for the police to make sure that people wouldn't go there in case any killer or drug addict would walk around there freely.

It's been a while since you've lived there, almost ten years and you knew the forest like the insides of your pockets and never in your life you encountered killers nor a great, violent and ferocious beast that everyone claimed to exist.

Beast or not, it was peaceful being there, just you, the green and the wind. It was so calming but it did made you wonder if the forest was really claimed by someone or something. After all, there was that big castle at the end of the forest, right besides the lake. A beauty that no one apparently visited besides you.

With the bag in hand, you walked to the castle. As per usual you would make some sort of offerings, knocking three times at the door before leaving.

"Whether someone lives here or not, I'll enter someday." You mumbled looking up, the castle looking enormous to your stature.

Walking outside of the forest, you found a guy in a hat anda long coat walking right past you. "The forest isn't a place for people like you." He simply said before making his way inside.

Not minding whatever the man said, you just went your way home.

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Another day went by, meaning, another day walking inside the forest but this time you hadn't planned meeting anyone nor anything. Hearing growls, you made your way through the source, finding yourself by the lake. A pack of seven big wolves talking among each other, making you surprised by their long, smooth and likely silky fur.

A sniff caught your attention from above you, moving up your gaze you realised you were standing under the muzzle of a huge, black wolf with red eyes staring down at you. It didn't attack nor allerted the pack ahead so you just slowly retracted, making your way to the castle.

"Now, that was definitely insane." You whispered to yourself as you arrived at the start of the stairs of the castle.

Running up, you placed the offerings down before reaching for the doorknob, opening the huge wooden doors.

"No creakings?" You furrowed your brow upward, wondering why such an old castle wouldn't make exhausting noises.

Taking your phone, you turned on the flashlight, walking around. Curious as ever, you wandered around finding many rooms, opening one. The room seemed very old, as if no one ever stayed there for ages. Turning around you noticed something covered by a cloth, taking it down it revealed a painting of a guy in his 20s.

"Damn." Was the only thing you were able to say.

The man had long, dark brown curly hair, red eyes, a refined nose, well proportioned with his handsome face. Plump, looking soft, rosey plush lips.

"Pretty..." You whispered in your breath.

Unable to gather your thoughts you just stared at the painting as much as you wanted but a sound brought you back from your trance. Not knowing what to do, you went to the window.

In the meantime, the pack was looking at the window, amused by whatever you were doing.

"Humans are definitely weird." The wolf with a reddish fur howled.

"She is weird." The silver wolf almost snickered loudly.

"Make some weird sounds inside the house." The pack leader growled. "She wasn't phased even a bit when I was standing above her, wanna see how fearless she is."

The wolf with dark blue shade fur, turning in its human form, opened and closed doors making you prepping yourself on top of the window, ready to climb down.

"What if she falls?" The wolf with a grey fur mumbled.

"Then one of you will save her." The alpha howled back in response.

Taking your time in looking down, you secured your stuff inside your bag and tying your shoelaces, you tilted your head.

The wolves with their eyes on you, watched in amusement.

"Go inside my room, take your time in opening the door." The alpha howled once again.

Wolves, just like any other animal, had their senses heightened but as werewolves, they were able to communicate by kilometres even with just whispers.

Hearing the footsteps approaching and the door moving, you sighed and climbed down with smooth movements. Once at the edge of the last balcony, you just jumped down, causing a scratch on your arm.

"This is for being too nosy." You mumbled securing your bag and slowly running away. "I just hope it wasn't some drug addict or any convicted person." You mumbled making the wolves silently snicker among each other.

"She's definitely amusing." The alpha mumbled to itself.

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Another week passed by with the same routine. Work, walking by the forest, making your offering and then right straight at home.

Today, since it was the weekend, you went to do some grocery shopping, buying fruits and vegetables from the market in town.

"I should get some meat as well..." You mumbled looking at the fresh cuts on the stand as you walked by.

"How can I help you, lady?" The worker smiled genuinely as he fixed the hat on his head.

"Do you have any minced bovine meat?" You questioned hoping to find what you were looking for.

"Of course, anything else?" He questioned while placing two kilos of already covered minced meat inside a bag.

You loved the way this worker didn't leave the meat out in the open but already preserved in bags inside mini fridges.

"Uhm, can I have ten pieces of chicken wings and chicken drums, please." Adding whatever you needed, the worker immediately complied.

Taking all your bags and resting them inside your grocery trolley, you paid and thanked the saler.

He was a nice guy, always with a smile on his face. His ginger hair always caught your attention, making you wonder if it was normal for an Asian guy having real red hair.

"Uhm, sorry for the weird question but I've always been curious. Is that your color?" You questioned the guy, him already looking at you in amusement.

"Oh, yeah." He nodded taking off his hat, placing his hands on both sides of his head, showing you his scalp. "Definitely natural." He chuckled.

He was definitely a natural ginger haired boy and the color suited him very well.

Waving at him, you walked away. Passing by, you saw a stand selling silk items making you stop, touching the fabric and smiling softly at the touch.

"Welcome, lady. What can I get you?" The distinguished accent rang in your ears.

"Do you sell any robes?" You questioned looking at the black bedsheets, feeling the texture before picking the set.

"We do have them in the store," He mumbled taking a pair of keys. "if you may excuse me." The guy spoke to the friend before leading you to his store.

Showing you the vast choices, you looked around and touched the soft fabric. Nodding in amusement you grabbed three different colors. Black, red and purple.

"I'll get these and the black set of bedsheets. Please." You spoke while setting the set onto the counter.

Scanning the items, he grabbed a bag and set them inside. Handling him the card to pay, he gave you the POS. Swiping the card, you inserted the PIN before grabbing your bags and giving a smile at the worker.

"Thank you, have a good day." You said, a genuine smile on your lips.

Returning the generosity, he smiled and waved. "Thank you once again for your purchase." The guy with black hair said before you left.

The town you lived in wasn't a very huge place but you did know everyone yet you tended to forget people names. You only remembered the name of your favourite home designer, Felix.

A guy so radious where his blond hair always made his aura shine even brighter. Always with a smile on his face, specially on rainy and full moon nights.

Passing by his store, you waved at him through the window and went on your way home.

"You see that girl over there? She's Y/N Knight, the daughter of that married couple that was slaughtered by the beast." You heard someone say from your side.

'Yeah, yeah. Slaughtered by the beast.' You shook your head in disbelief.

Just because your parents were killed by that burglar, didn't mean the beast did it.

It made you uncomfortable the fact that the police paid you to keep quiet about the burglar, just for the sake of not having people walk around in the forest.

You could still remember the man's face that after that night it was found killed. To say that you were happy, it would have been an understatement. You were definitely happy that karma got him but you wished for him to suffer just a little more.

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It was night time and by routine you prepared your offerings. Today you decided to make two pies, a huge and a little one. One for yourself and the other, well, for whatever or whoever ate your food.

After you finished your meal, you grabbed the picnic basket and wore your coat before leaving the house. Walking by the path that leaded from your house to the forest, you took in the shining moonlight on your face.

You were so pale to the point that some villagers spreaded rumors about your family being descendants of vampires. You didn't believe it but the fact that you couldn't get tanned and that you didn't really like the sun, it was as if you were meant to walk in the shadows.

"Ha.. a vampire." You chuckled thinking about the rumor that spreaded the night of your parents funeral where you couldn't even shed a single tear.

Not that you were unable to feel anything but you tended to get your already cold feet, a little bit colder whenever you cried. That's why you just let yourself go once you were at home, in front of your fireplace and wrapped with a blanket. You loved your parents so much and having to lie about their death was... atrocious.

Without noticing you found yourself at the bottom of the stairs of the castle. You picked up the basket with your arms and walked up the stairs, making sure to not fall down.

Setting the basket on the floor, you rested the wrapped big plastic plate on the floor and knocked three times before running down the stairs and hiding yourself at the top of a tree.

Tonight you just wanted to know what or who ate all your offerings, wanting to thank them for making you cook more, as if you were cooking for your own family.

Hearing rustling made by footsteps, you could hear some growls before absolute silence.

Looking ahead you saw a man. Walking shamelessly naked under the moonlight. His, obvious, comrades threw him a robe so he could cover.

"Look at her bringing me my favourite." He spoke, his voice sounding so sweet and raspy, making you feel goosebumps all over your body.

"I knew it." You mumbled jumping down the tree.

Turning around you only saw that one man eating your pie, nonchalantly looking at you. Everyone else left fast enough for you to not even notice.

"Thank you for eating my food." You said running up to him.

The man, turned his look from the full moon to you. Standing up slowly before walking towards you.

"You shouldn't be here, lady." He spoke, eyes fixed on your stature.

You felt so small compared to his tall figure.

"You shouldn't either." You mumbled fidgeting with the button of your coat.

A chuckle came from his lips making you dazzled by his cute laugh.

"Go home, the forest is very dangerous." He spoke ruffling your hair. "You might encounter the beast." He said, a teasing smile forming on his lips.

"If you mean that pack of wolves that roam inside the forest, they don't scare me." You nodded your head in affirmation.

Hearing a chuckle, he just walked back up and waved at you.

You gave him a proper look before going away.

Once at home, you couldn't forget the face of that guy, his face reminding you of someone. His voice making your mind wander, as if you already heard him somewhere. Unable to remember where you saw him, you just let it go.

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Another week passed by. Same routine. Work, walk by the forest and then home. The weekend seemed rainy tonight so you had no idea if it was a good thing to go and make your offerings, in hope to see that handsome man.

You couldn't forget his voice nor the way he acted. It felt as if you knew him, yet you didn't.

As you prepared your dinner, lost in thought, you cooked more than you aimed, making it hard for you to decide whether to offer it or store it inside your fridge.

Taking the coin your father gave you, you tossed it.

"Head, I'm not going. Tail, I'm going." Looking down at the coin on the floor, you grabbed your raincoat and went your way with your basket.

If it weren't for your blue raincoat, you would look like little red riding hood and the idea made you giggle.

Humming your favorite song, you finally arrived at the end of the stairs.

"I wish they made a slide to come down." You pouted holding the basket with your forearms before walking up.

Once at the stairs, you set the basket on the floor and knocked three times before going down the stairs. Waiting behind a tree you saw a big wolf walking towards the basket, smiling yet pouting at the same time. You definitely hoped to see that guy again.

Walking towards the wolf, you made a little noise. "Sorry to disturb you, wolf." You mumbled poking it's side.

The wolf stopped eating, looking at you almost in disbelief.

"Have you seen a man this tall?" You questioned holding up your hand to the guy's height. "Very handsome, long, curly dark hair?" Shaking your head you huffed. "Why am I even talking to a wolf as if you could respond..." You whispered stroking its muzzle, not fazed by the fact that such a big animal could literally rip you to shreds.

On the other side, the wolf looked at you incredulous, its tail almost wagging by the touch of your strokes.

'This human is definitely weird.' The wolf thought, lowering its head so you could reach better.

"Do you have a home?" You questioned petting the back of the wolf, burying your fingers inside the long soft fur.

The wolf, amused by the way you were acting, it decided to gamble on the situation. Shaking its head, the wolf lied down on its four legs as if to tell you that it was just a stray animal.

"Wait, you're the same wolf of two weeks ago." You said taking the head between your hands. "Red eyes." You mumbled making the wolf wag its tail. "You do have a pack... I can't bring you home with me..." Pouting, you rubbed its neck. "I'll bring you something tomorrow, yeah?" You smiled and retracted your hand.

Walking back to your place, you sighed.

Meanwhile, the alpha looked at you. Silently following your steps just to know where you lived.

Once you stopped, the wolf hid itself behind a lying tree, observing you.

'How amusing.' The red eyed wolf thought.

As you organised your plants, you moved a big rock with your hands making the wolf muzzle almost open wide.

'Interesting.' It thought as it was watching you effortlessly place it on another side of your garden.

It wasn't a secret that your body was that strong, even if it didn't look like it. No one ever expected it to be like that but you enjoyed the feeling of being able to do whatever you wanted by yourself. Not needing to call anyone just for the sake of moving a mere couch.

It did weirded you out the fact that your muscles were that strong but as your father always said, it was natural strength.

"What was it again?" You questioned thinking about what your father once said. His vague words always confusing you. "Yes, strength that passes from generation to generation." You mumbled to yourself.

The wolf, hearing whatever you were rambling about, turned around and went back to the forest.

"One of you, find out who is this child and which family she is from." The wolf growled to one of its pack that was listening from afar.

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Another full moon arrived, as per routine you prepared your offerings, preparing a special cake. This time you decided to grab a picnic basket and place everything you prepared inside.

Once at the lake, you set the picnic towel on the ground and waited sitting on top of it. Hoping that someone would join you.

Minutes that became hours made you sigh. Taking the cake from inside the basket you put on the candle and took the lighter from your pockets, lighting the little red candle. "Happy birthday to me, I guess..." You whispered, a tear rolling down your cheek.

It wasn't the first birthday you've spent alone but today you hoped that anyone, whether it was that man or that big wolf or even a small spider, would accompany that cursed date of yours.

Feeling some rustling from the side, you looked up meeting the guy you once saw on a full moon. A robe covering just bits of his body, the sensitive parts especially.

"You're here?" He questioned walking up to you, eyes glaring down at your seated form.

"Where is hi, how are you?" You questioned rolling your eyes.

This guy was definitely weird. Talking to you as if he'd known you for years yet you met only two times.

Sitting next to you, he grabbed a sandwich from the basket and looked at the moon. "Were you cryin'?" He questioned, a cheeky smile on his lips.

"Like hell I'd cry." You mumbled cutting the wild berries cheesecake.

"Lies." He said giggling.

"Why would I even cry?" Taking two plates you set a slice on a plate.

"Because you're friendless, maybe?" He teased, shaking his head as he reached for the empty plate, hoping for you to fill it.

"No cake for you." You scoffed turning around while eating your portion.

"Oh, come on!" He whined reaching for your hand. "You always bring me food, at least grant me a slice of your birthday cake." Poking on your shoulder making you sit still, back straightened at the feeling of his finger.

"Oh, no no." You turned around and looked at him. "I bring food here for whoever lives here, not for you." You mumbled finally giving in and placing a slice of cake on the plate he was eagerly waiting to be filled.

"So cruel." He mumbled taking a big bite from the cake, his canines visible to your eyes.

'So long for a human.' You wondered to yourself.

It was rather weird and rare that someone would want to shape their canines that long and sharp.

"Why are you always naked?" You questioned pointing at his odd vest.

"I don't have a need for complessed clothes." He mumbled handing you the knife.

"Want another slice?" You questioned, looking at his expectant face.

Nodding in return, he moved his now empty plate as if to hurry you.

"Cut it yourself, you have hands." You mumbled before finishing your slice.

Falling on your back, you looked at the moon and listened to the water moving.

"Why are you always here?" His voice caught your attention for a moment.

Eyes looking at him for a moment. "I like it here." You simply responded. "And how do you know I come here often?" Your voice almost concerned.

'Is he stalking me?' Thinking for a moment before realising that if he wanted to do something to you, he wouldn't have wasted time chit chatting for no reason.

"I take walks around here often." He mumbled, eyes looking elsewhere.

"Are you homeless?" You questioned, almost caught off guard by your rudeness. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ask you this way." You mumbled fidgeting with the edge of your sleeve.

The guy just laughed, shaking his head he lied down right next to you. "I do have a home. But I like taking walks here as well."

Nodding, understanding the feeling you sighed. Perhaps a sigh that whispered how lonely you felt and how grateful you were for him to show up randomly.

"Wait." You mumbled looking at him. "How did you know it was a birthday cake?" You questioned holding yourself with your elbows.

"I happened to hear you." He mumbled touching something from his vest. "Here." He mumbled handing you a box.

"And you magically have this with you because?" You questioned, confused as to why he would bring something inside a robe that has no pockets.

"Because I happened to know you were coming here and I wanted to give it to you regardless." He said handling it to you. "So take it." He mumbled, voice sounding calm and gentle yet demanding.

Weirded out by the sudden gesture, you grabbed the box and opened it. Inside it lied the pendant of a necklace. A red lapis lazuli with a bat with closed wings on top.

"Mhm. Not that I dislike it but..." You mumbled taking it in your hand, surprised by the sudden movement the wings of the bat made. Opening as if ready to fly away. "Uh... Is it supposed to be doing that?" You questioned, eyebrows furrowed confusedly.

"Hmm..." He mumbled looking at it and then at you. "Hold this for a second." He mumbled pulling out a second box.

Already weirded out, you just did what he told you. Opening the box and revealing another pendant with a white mineral with the shape of a full moon.

Taking it in your hand, you looked at him. "What about it?" You mumbled, curious as to why he was giving you these type of gifts.

"Interesting..." He mumbled looking at your hands now holding those two minerals.

Glancing down you saw the second necklace shining from a white to a bloodshot red color.

"Do they change based on emotions?" You questioned curiously.

"Something like that." He mumbled looking at the pendants, as if to remember the shape they took once in your hands.

"Take the one you think fits you best." He spoke, now looking into your eyes.

There was something weird about all this but you couldn't understand what it was.

"I like them both." You mumbled tracing the lines of the adornment.

"Which one feels like home to you?" He questioned, eyes fixed on yours.

Those dark pupils eyeing you as if you had to give the man a satisfying answer.

"Home.." You mumbled out loud as you looked at the two gifts.

"My dad would choose the bat one and my mother would also choose the same as my dad." You pondered, weighing them on your palms for no reason. "But I like the moon one better."

"Hmm." He whispered taking the moon pendant, wrapping the necklace around your neck.

Standing up, he looked at you and scooped down to your height.

"Call me if you sense you're in any danger, got it?" He said, a serious tone in his voice, taking you off guard.

Nodding your head, he stood up and waved at you as he took the picnic basket. "I'll return it next time, birthday girl." He mumbled before leaving you all alone.

Puzzled at the sudden sentence, you sat there for a moment before going home.

Once wrapped up with your blankets you wondered. "And how am I even supposed to call a guy I don't even know the name of?" You mumbled shaking your head before dozing off.

On the other side, the guy felt a light breeze on his neck, knowing that you were thinking of him.

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Another week passed and you were going to the forest with big bloody steaks to give to the wolves.

"Brought you something!" You exclaimed walking up to the wolves that were looking at you.

"You smell that? Mhm... wanna dig my fangs on it." The wolf with a blondish fur howled as you opened the bag.

"The other week, the two things you gave me, they did change." The alpha growled to one of its pack.

"Both of them?" The wolf with a brownish fur howled.

Your hand reaching for the meaty steaks and place them each in front of the wolves as you heard them howl and growl.

The alpha nodded, muzzle reaching for your neck. "Hey hey, the meat is there. Not me." You mumbled, the moon pendant necklace now showing.

"But she chose this one?" The question came rather curious.

"She did want them both but I told her to choose just one." The alpha looked at you before digging in to the portion of meat you placed under its nose.

Smiling fondly at those wolves, it felt as if you had little puppies around you all the time. Patting the blond fur of one of the wolves, you smiled as you saw the sparkle in its golden eyes.

Tilting your head, you took a few steps backwards, sitting on the cement while looking at all of them.

"Is it even normal for a wolf to have red eyes?" You mumbled to yourself. "Hmm..." You hummed bringing out an old book that was in your father's studio.

Flipping some pages randomly you stopped on an odd page. Almost impossible to recognise.

"Werewolves, uh..." You whispered trying to read the word carefully.

The wolves, halted their snickering as soon as they heard you but you didn't mind it. After all, they were wolves who couldn't understand you anyways. That's what you thought, of course.

"Did she just say..." The dark purple furred wolf with golden eyes howled.

"Later." The alpha growled taking its seat behind your back.

Leaning onto the wolf belly, you hummed while trying to read the words. "Ugh." Whining you changed page. "It's too dark here to read this old page." Whining you gave up as you rest your eyes for a moment.

"Oh! Vampires." You mumbled looking interested.

"Vampires, enemies of werewolves for long time where the existence serve for the purpose of equilibrium between light and darkness, life and death." You started reading the phrase.

The wolves looking among each other, the alpha gritting its teeth.

"Bloodthirsty creatures, just like werewolves, that catch their preys by playing with them. Emotionally and physically." You mumbled touching the picture.

Your fingers tracing the line of the man's face painted on the paper.

"Not my type." You scoffed flipping the page once again stopping at the sight of the guy you spent your birthday with.

"Wait a second." You mumbled taking your phone to turn on the flashlight.

The wolf behind you moving uncomfortably against your face. "I'll pat you later." You mumbled pulling its muzzle away from your face.

Staring blankly at the picture, a thought came on your mind. "Oh my God. He's the guy in the painting!" You exclaimed tapping with your feet on the grass.

"That's why it felt as if I've seen him somewhere." You mumbled closing the book.

"He's hotter in person." You giggled to yourself. "But that's probably a relative of his." You whispered looking at the old picture.

The wolves in the meantime looked at you as if they understood what you meant. Your eyes wandering everywhere.

"Call me if you sense any danger." You mocked the guy you met, name still unknown. "Yeah, danger. As if I can't even hold a damn cooking knife." You scoffed looking at the wolf behind you.

"He belittled me but he's the one who should know I am the danger." You whined stretching your body. "Such a mean, handsome guy." You pouted, the wolves snickering among each other.

"What will you do if she learns the truth?" The dark purple furred wolf questioned to the alpha.

"As long as I'm cursed, she'll never learn about it." The alpha howled.

Closing your eyes you hummed your favourite song 'Placebo'.

"I wanna meet these Strays' guys so bad." You mumbled in a whine. "My dear CB97, come back to me!" With a semi begging voice, you looked at the night sky and stretched your arms.

The rest of the night passed with you getting almost walked by all those wolves back home. It felt rather weird but at least you weren't alone.

"If I see my garden messed up, I know it's because of you." You looked at those eight big wolves that were standing behind you. "Behave and go back to your place. I'll arrange you a spot here when I have time." Pointing your finger up as if you were scolding them.

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Back in the forest, almost all of the wolves shifted back to their human forms, everyone except for the leader.

"What do we do now?" One of the pack questioned while opening the door of the castle, making way for their leader to enter.

"We're getting too tangled up with that human." The guy with ginger hair mumbled. "The vampires will definitely think we're breaking the oath." Visibly annoyed thinking back on what happened ten years ago.

"The vampires have no right to utter a single word for what they did the last time." The alpha growled sitting by the fire.

"About that, Chris." The blond haired guy spoke. His voice sounding rather hesitant.

"What happened Felix?" The alpha growled. Impatient to understand as to why he would act like that.

Felix looked at him, almost scared to see his own alpha lose control over his possible response.

"The man that was killed by the vampires ended up to be the killer of Y/N's parents." He mumbled scratching the back of his neck.

"I did hear some rumor like that once but I wasn't sure about it." The guy with fake glasses on spoke as he set them on the table.

"How do you know?" Chris, growled.

"Y/N and I have a good friendship." Felix mumbled.

As silence befall the entire castle, the pack awaited for their alpha to start speaking.

"Changbin, Jisung, Minho." Chris growled looking at them. "Find out the location of those vampires who killed her parents." Proceeding with his own thoughts. "Jeongin, Hyunjin, Seungmin, I want you to find out who spreaded rumors about her family." Looking at them briefly before shifting his gaze to Felix. "You stay close to her."

"Why are you doing all of this?" Changbin questioned frustrated.

All of them were siblings and they followed their alpha with eyes closed and neither of them ever faltered their trust in him. Their elder brother was their own moon. Always shielding and protecting each other like the family they were.

"Besides you that bring me food constantly, if it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have been able to remain strong." He howled. "The curse has gotten worse but her food helps me regain my supernatural strength to the point that I started shifting again at every full moon." He explained.

Reminiscing to those weeks he passed closed in his room as a wolf, blocked by anything and going out only whenever he heard knocks. Then roaming around the forest finding food in front of their house. All that food ignited something in him.

He was finally able to turn back for more than just a full moon every two months. His strength came back making it easier for him to shift back to his human form every full moon in a single month.

"There's something I need from her." He howled leaving the others in complete confusion.

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Another week passed and as it was another beautiful night. The full moon was shining so brightly and you decided to make plans to find that guy you eagerly waited to see.

In the meantime you walked the path to the castle, the pack was having a heated argument with the vampires to the point that they couldn't even smell nor hear you.

Hiding behind a tree you could see Felix right behind your annoying semi naked friend. Your eyes didn't focus yet on the situation but once they did, you could see two people brought on their knees by force.

You could recognise the built body of the silk salesman, hands holding down the woman and man by their necks, so easily. His arms sleeveless showing his toned biceps.

"Behave." He spoke so coldly making you unable to recognise him.

Everytime you would come by the market, he would always give you a nice smile, making you wonder if it was the same person.

"Now tell me the truth." Your friend questioned. Voice so harsh to the point that it made you wonder if his personality towards you was all fake.

"They were our kind." The man held by the neck spoke.

"We just did what we ought to do." The woman spoke after.

"And the child?" He then questioned. Eyes looking down at them.

For some reason it reminded you of how the alpha of the wolf pack looked at you the first time you met.

'Should I just go?' You questioned yourself as you were hesitant of showing yourself.

"She's not of our kind." The man spoke, harsh words coming from his voice.

"How is that even possible?" Felix spoke, his deep voice catching you off guard as a growl almost came out from his throat.

"We don't know. It was because of that wi-" The woman spoke but got caught by your nameless friend.

"You mean to tell me that woman put a hex on her as well?" He questioned, head twitching on the left. His jaw clenched and his hands closed in fists.

He looked visibly mad about something.

"We don't know. We just know that the woman met her parents after she was conceived." The man responded.

Unable to think anything of whatever was going on, you just left.

Once at home, you just moved the food from the basket to the fridge before going to bed.

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Some weeks passed and you hesitated going to the forest as you fell sick. A sore throat that made you stop talking.

While working you kept yourself silent, hoping that no costumer would find you rude.

Coming back home, you decided once again to take the village route. Casually nodding as to greet some people that passed by.

Once at the gates of your home, you opened it and walked to the back of the house to quickly water the plants. That night was moonless, there was no hint of light besides your house.

As you turned to go in, you heard a growl making you turn around and see the red eyed wolf.

"What are you doing here?" You questioned so silently. Voice feeling so broken and throat hurting so bad. "Sorry, I'm not feeling so good." You mumbled quietly before turning around and getting inside.

The wolf looked at you, incredulous of the cold way you treated him.

"Open." Chris howled, paw reaching for the window.

Sighing you opened the window and closed it behind you once the wolf was inside.

"Paws." You whispered, a cloth in your hands.

Kneeling down, he gave you the paws that you cleaned thoroughly. Making sure to clean under the claws.

"Don't expect me to be joyfull, I feel very sick." You mumbled standing up.

Opening the fridge you took a steak and placed it on the wolf's muzzle.

"Have this, don't make a mess while I change my clothes." You murmured so quietly as you left.

Christopher, the wolf, couldn't stop wondering why you didn't even look for him. Not a single time. After all you had the necklace and just the thought of him would have called upon his name so why wasn't he in your head.

Once the wolf finished eating, he walked around the house, looking at the picture frames of your family, recognising the faces of your parents making him mad at the idea of you being their daughter.

As you came out in the living room, wearing your warmest pajama, you hopped on the couch and patted the place next to yours.

"Sit beside me. I'm cold." You whispered, voice shaking as a very terrible cough escaped your throat. "Ugh..." You whined as you covered yourself with a heavy blanket.

The wolf came on top of the couch making you stand up and lean on its belly. Picking the remote you placed a movie in hope to fall asleep.

Putting on a horror movie, the start was enough to make you fall asleep on the red eyed wolf that every inhale and exhale vibrated through your entire body, making you feel somewhat relaxed.

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On the night of the full moon, Christopher shifted back on his human form for the first time after he couldn't because of your absence.

After waiting for some time, he saw you walking up the stairs of the castle. Going down from the top of the highest roof of the mansion, he came from behind you.

"You surely come here just whenever you want, uh?" He questioned sarcastically as he poked your sides.

"Missed me?" You teased, your voice sounding as clear as water.

'No more sickness, uh?' He thought to himself.

"Why would I?" He teased back. "After all, the one who missed me was you." Pointing at the bag you were holding.

Mocking him in response, you just gave him the bag and ruffled his hair, feeling something soft moving under your touch. "Don't get too excited or you'll end up wagging your tail." You joked aiming to leave.

"You're leaving?" He questioned making you turn around. "Thought you dressed so prettily for me." He teased making you chuckle.

"I have a date. Now, bye bye." You responded making him almost explode the sandwich he was holding in his hand.

"Have fun." He just replied before you disappeared from his sight.

"Follow her and find out who that guy is." Chris spoke, voice so damn cold that it made his own pack scared.

Complying to his orders they found her walking around with a human, the way he was holding onto her made it understand that they had to somehow interrupt the date.

Changbin and Minho made their way between you two, acting playfully as if they were joking around.

"Oh, sorry." They mumbled seeing that you and the guy separated from each other.

"Oh, it's you!" You exclaimed pointing at Minho. "You were all about not going to the forest while going inside yourself." You teased him making him shake his hand. "Acting all so badass."

"Oh, he's always so grumpy at first but he's a softie on the inside." Changbin spoke holding you by the shoulders.

"You okay with this guy?" He questioned softly in your ear.

"Can you come up with something, he wants to take me to his place..." You whispered very quietly.

Smirking, he looked at his friend and held you close. "Changbin will take care of this." He mumbled pointing at himself before turning to the guy.

"I'm so sorry but my sister needs to come home immediately." He spoke, eyes piercing to his skull. "So bye." He mumbled pulling you away. "Minho, grab some food on your way back." He mumbled before making his way to the forest.

"You have no idea how mad Christopher is." He mumbled in his breath making you look up to him.

"Why would he?" You questioned, eyes definitely look for some honesty in his words.

"He's very serious about some things." Changbin mumbled, making you halt in your steps.

"Why would he?" You questioned so incredulous. "It's not like he's my boyfriend." You mumbled walking once again.

In response Changbin just mumbled something unaudible to your ears.

Once in the forest, you were halted by Chris' arms wrapped around you.

"I'm not staying here." You mumbled pushing him aside. "Going home right now." You added turning around.

"Stay." His voice firm yet so gentle.

"I'm exhausted." You mumbled waving at everyone.

As you left, they all looked at their pack leader for a moment before going inside. Not wanting to feel his rage even for a moment.

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Two days after you left him all alone, he couldn't help it but come to your house, finding you opening the window for his wolf form to enter.

"Was waiting for you, I didn't see you for a while." You giggled rubbing the belly making him wag his tail.

While listening to music you halted in your steps.

"CB97 is Chris!" You exclaimed so eager. "That says a lot about the way I could recognise his voice." You mumbled, the wolf nuzzling on your chest.

Caressing his muzzle, you bopped his nose. "You're so heavy but so fluffy." You giggled rubbing his ears.

Not caring much about the way he acted in front of you, you both ended up falling asleep on the couch of your living room.

The next day you woke up, it felt as if a heavy weight was lifted from your body. Yawning you opened your eyes to find a bare chest against your face making you startled to the point of falling from the couch.

"What the hell?" You questioned eyeing the guy that was next to you.

He looked at you for a moment before standing up. His naked body almost fully revealed to your sight.

"Chris, when did you come here?" Your voice shaky from embarrassment.

"Didn't think you'd be able to break the curse just like this." He mumbled ruffling his hair revealing his ears. Wolf ears.

"And even in one of the worst period I could be in." He whispered coming closer to you, pulling you by the waist. "Had to break it right in time for rut season, uh?" His lips moving closer to your ear.

"Are you a..." Unable to even comprehend your own thoughts you looked behind him for some sort of confirmation.

A tail.

"Is this even possible?" You questioned looking up to him, finding his eyes fixed intently on yours.

Blushing, you tried to move your gaze elsewhere making him place a hand on your chin, pulling it up with his index and stroking it softly with his thumb.

"Anything is possible, cutie." He whispered leaning closer.

"Now that explains everything..." You mumbled thinking back at the night where you saw him looking so menacing.

Confused, he looked at you and sat back on the sofa, making sure to cover his prominent bulge under the blanket.

"We should talk." He mumbled pulling you by the hand, making you sit on the table to look directly at him.

After he explained everything to you, from the death of your parents, to his life, the curse he undergo and how your parents killed their entire werewolf bloodline, leaving only him with his pack made you feel so wrong. It felt as if you knew nothing about your family.

"If they killed your bloodline, why do you treat me with care?" You questioned softly, eyes filled with tears.

"Because you're not responsible for what happened hundred years ago." He answered, making you pause for a moment.

"How old are you?" Head so confused to the point that the only thing you could focus on was his age.

"126 years old." He mumbled caressing the skin under your eyes to take the tears off of your face.

"And you want to go to your rut season with me?" You questioned in disbelief.

"I won't touch you if you don't want me to." He whispered leaning in. "But know that just talking right now it's so difficult for me."

He looked at you so gently but his red eyes looked at you as if he was already eating you up.

"I don't think I'm capable of holding your puppies..." You mumbled, shocked by whatever thought came out in your head.

He chuckled, eyes lingering on yours before looking at your lips. "Don't worry about that, I'm pretty sure you're capable of holding at least six of them." He whispered standing up.

Hand still holding yours, he made you stand up and pressed your body against his. "Now make me feel how much you missed your CB97." He whispered, a hand of his trailed from your waist to the curve of your ass.

"Chris... Am I perhaps your mate?" You questioned so softly, your voice choked by your own saliva.

"Are you questioning me if I claimed you?" He spoke, a hint of tease in his words.

His lips reached your cheek, kissing it softly. "Is it because Changbin told you that I get possessive about what's mine?" Kissing your cheeks once again he looked at you before leaving a kiss on your neck. "Or is it because I ordered them to interrupt your date?"

"I meant like... imprinting or something..." You whispered, your hands shaky. Legs feeling so weak that if he didn't hold you, you would have fallen on the floor.

You had no idea where to put your focus on. Whether it was on his lips on your neck, his hand that was massaging your ass cheek or on his hardness pressed on your belly. Hearing his chuckle, you looked up to him.

"We're not in Twilight." He giggled taking both your sides, caressing your ass cheeks for a moment before pulling you up in his embrace. "Werewolves claim their mates with their mark." He explained, walking towards your room making you self conscious about what was about to happen.

You did wonder when you would end up in bed with him but never ever in your thoughts you imagined to be held by someone who was secretly a werewolf.

"And what if I don't want it?" You questioned softly as he put you down on the mattress, caressing your legs softly.

"Then, I'll go away and you won't see me ever again." He whispered placing himself between your legs. "Worst case scenario the curse will come back and I'll have to wait another hundred years to find someone like you."

Not knowing what to make of the situation, you just stared at him. A visible reddish blush scattered on your cheekbones making your skin heating up.

"Want me to stop?" He questioned softly, leaning forward, arms resting on your sides, palms placed in both sides of your face. "Gotta admit, it's not ideal of me being already naked..." He whispered in a chuckle as he leaned in closer, hips pressed on your core.

With a slow huff, you looked at him and giggled. "You've been always semi naked." You teased, hands reaching to touch his ears but stopping midway, not knowing if you could do such intimate thing.

Regardless of the moment, that was the first time you ever been so intimate with him. Not that you disliked it nor wanted to deny it. After all, he was in your most intimate thoughts. Whether you intently thought of him while pleasuring yourself or even if his face just happened to pop up everytime you happened to reach your peak.

Lowering his head, he nuzzled his head on your hand. "You can touch, baby." He whispered leaning in so slowly.

With the prints of your thumb and index, you felt the texture of his ear. It felt silky and smooth just like when he was a wolf.

With a soft whimper, he leaned more into your touch. Getting up with your elbows, you leaned your face forwards.

"Stop hesitating..." You mumbled pressing your lips on his, letting a gruttal moan escape from his mouth to yours.

Smirk forming on his lips, he gave you a light peck. "How many rounds?" His sweet voice questioned as your lips kept on staying locked.

"As far as I can hold?" You questioned back, not understanding what he meant by that.

With a chuckle he pressed his lower body on your thigh. "I mean, how many rounds do you need to get used to me." Kissing your lips softly, he looked at you warmly.

Caught off guard, you gulped down and felt the prominent pressure between your legs. Unable to look him in the eyes, your blush colored your entire face making it harder for him not to giggle at your reactions.

"Such an adorable creature you are." He whispered caressing your lips with his finger. "I'll go slowly and when you'll tell me, I'll move better," Kissing your forehead for a few moments before continuing speaking. "how does that sound, my lady?"

His red eyes looked down on yours, your breath caught in your throat as you looked at his plush, plump, soft and sweet lips aiming at the softest part of your neck. "After all, I should do what my lady wishes me to do."

Biting your lower lip, you closed your eyes enjoying the beautiful feeling of his lips on your skin. "Ha..." Letting out a delicate moan, he smirked on your skin, looking up to you.

"Shall I?" Whispering, he retracted his lips from your neck to place his hands on the hem of your pajamas shirt.

With a nod you sat on your knees and let him pull up your shirt.

"Wait." You whispered getting off the bed. "I... I need a moment." You mumbled running to the bathroom.

Swiftly taking off your pajamas, you looked at your body from the mirror and looked in case there were any imperfections. Taking your toothbrush, you brushed your teeth and hopped in the shower to clean your body thoroughly.

"Getting me so hypnotized to the point of forgetting basic things like hygiene..." You mumbled in your breath as you got out of the shower wrapped in a towel.

On the other hand, Chris that was waiting you in bed, was giggling at your words. Unable to resist your adorable ways of acting.

Getting off the bed himself, he opened your closet and took a pair of shorts wearing them. "Guess I'll need the boys to get me some clothes now..." He mumbled walking to the bathroom, knocking three times.

"You okay in there, my lady?" His soft voice caught your attention making you halt in your steps.

"Ah, yes. I'll be out in a second." You mumbled drying your body and putting on some essential oil.

"Not that one.." He mumbled in his breath. "I might risk going too indelicate if you use this one scent.." Slowly opening the door, he got the bottle from your hands. "This one only could make me wild out of rut season.."

Slowly moving his hands on the shelf, he took a red bottle and placed it in your fingers. "This one will keep me at least a little calm." Securing the towel wrapped around your body, he walked you out of the bathroom. "Take your time, I'll clean myself up, I definitely need it." He chuckled kissing your forehead before closing the door behind him.

"There are some supplies on the third drawer." You mumbled before walking to your bedroom.

As he caught himself in the shower, you hurriedly massaged yourself with the berry essential oil everywhere. From your face to your neck, from your breasts to your hips and then from your thighs to your toes.

Wrapping yourself with the black silky robe, you fixed the bedroom, lightning up some red cinnamon candles, scattering some petals on the mattress before sitting at the edge of the bed. Brushing your semi dried hair with your fingers.

After some time, Chris came in the room and leaned against the door frame. Arms wrapped on his chest as he looked at how you organised the bedroom.

"Cinnamon?" He questioned walking slowly, towel wrapped around his waist. Body still covered in droplets of water.

"You don't like it?" You questioned almost reaching to turn off all the candles.

"Mh... I do," He murmured taking you by the hand to make you stand up. "it's really relaxing me." He whispered lowering his face to your height. "That's what I usually ask the pack to put in my room so that I don't go around breeding anyone and anything." He joked, lips brushing on your cheeks.

Leaning into his touch, you reached to wrap your hands behind his neck. Standing on your tiptoes, you locked your lips with his in a sweet and delicate kiss.

"How do you normally like it?" You whispered caressing his ears tenderly.

"Baby, do you think a wolf mates just with anyone?" He chuckled lifting you up so smoothly while sitting you onto his lap.

Hands reaching for your butt cheeks, you looked at him with a blush on your face. Seeing his tail wagging behind his back, you chuckled kissing his cheek.

"I guess someone is eagerly waiting for something." You teased as you brushed your fingers behind his back.

"Babygirl, you're merely covered by silk and you expect me to resist you?" He teased, hands reaching your thighs.

Caressing your skin slowly, he cupped your butt cheeks once again, lifting up the thin material just to finally feel some of your skin.

Letting out a soft moan, you leaned in to capture his lips with yours. At first the kiss was tender and gentle but a few moments later it just came out to be so desperate. His hands moving around your body, exploring every inch he missed so far.

Breathless, his lips moved from your lips to your neck, nibbling on your skin fervently. Fingers moving at the loose tie you made, making the robe fall behind your back in seconds.

Wrapping an arm behind your waist, he lifted you and easily made you lie down on the mattress. Completely naked, he unwrapped the towel from his waist making it fall behind him as he propped himself between your thighs.

Softly moaning, your hands reached for his back, caressing his skin gently. Nails slightly grazing him as he let out a breathy moan.

"I hope you can keep up with these four weeks," He whispered brushing the tip of his cock on your folds. "I got some pent up sexual frustration..."

"Four wee-" Interrupted by the shaft of his lenght entering inside, you let out a little cry. Digging your nails on his skin making him let out one of the most delicious sounds you'd ever heard coming from him.

"Fuck.." He mouthed as he entered fully inside of you. "So wet and ready for me.." Kissing your lips once again, he captured your lower lip between his teeth.

A hand trailing your curves. From you ass to your breasts, playing with your hard nipple, he gave a light squeeze to your tit before parting his lips for a second. "...can I move?" He questioned so silently.

Kissing him back in response, he held your body pressed against his as you arched your back feeling him sliding outside of you. "Ha.." Huffing and soft moanings muffled by your open mouthed kiss as he slid right back inside.

A hand squeezing your chest while the other squeezed your ass cheek as the arm made its way to part your right leg so that he could slide in and out easily.

"You feel so damn good, baby." He whispered softly in a breathy moan.

Holding onto his muscular body, you let out his name escape from your lips several times. Your core feeling as if a fire was ignited all over you. Loving the way his chest moved its way, flexing every muscle every time he thrusted himself inside of you.

Unable to resist longer, you cried out his name as you came for the first time. Arching your back, he let out a howl making his way with his fangs on your neck.

"Where can I mark you, my lady?" He whispered grazing his teeth on your skin.

"Anywhere it's fine." You mumbled trying to catch your breath.

In a swift motion, you found yourself on top of him. Not a single time he slid himself out of you. Unable to even resist the urge anymore, he caught your wrists behind your back, his free hand moving so slowly against your ass cheek but the motion felt hundred times harder than you could imagine.

You felt vibrations through your entire body as he digged his fangs inside the flesh of your shoulder. Thrusting as deeper and harder into you.

"Oh my God!" You couldn't refrain from screaming as both the pain and pleasure were overwhelming you.

His hand easily tying your wrists behind your back as the other kept on fondling your ass. "You taste heavenly." Whispering in your ear as he slammed himself harder and harder.

"Fuck Chris.." You whined as you were easily manhandled by his strong arms.

Even your strength couldn't compare to his. The way he kept you under his firm yet so gentle hands, as he did his best to keep up a pace as humanly as possible.

"My lady, hope you can forgive my rudeness." He whispered standing up and walking against the wall.

Your back arching at the chill feeling of the cold wall as he kept on pushing in and out, in and out.

His claws slowly grazing your skin lightly as he kept on fucking you to insanity. "The way you're sucking me in..." His voice slightly above a whisper. "Makes me going insane." He mumbled freeing your hands and placing a palm on the side of your face.

His claws digging in the wooden wall as the other kept on holding you from your ass, slapping it from time to time as he kept on moving.

Your nails reaching for his shoulder, digging fervently inside his skin. Your voice unable to stop the sounds from the blissful sensations.

"126 years and you started making music?" The random question made his movements stop for a moment.

Tail moving at every thrust he made, ears jumping up and down everytime his head moved, a dazed look in his eyes, eyebrows furrowed and his lower lip caught between his teeth. "Babygirl, you're surely amusing if you make such questions in these heated settings." He chuckled continuing his movements once again, slowing the speed this time.

"I need to keep myself focused or else you'll end up stopping in a few moments." You mumbled holding his ears in your palms.

"Alright then." He mumbled pulling you down.

Turning you around, your back faced him as he pushed your stomach gently onto the mattress. "Well, after some time of changing jobs, I wanted to experiment some new things," He mumbled rubbing the shaft of his hardness at your entrance. "and music felt like a good start." He mumbled slowly spreading your sweet hole with his thumbs as he slid himself with a single thrust making the both of you moan in unison.

"You intend on.. huff.. coming back?" You questioned as you let your feet float mid air as he was holding your waist up.

"Maybe, but not so sure." He huffed in response. Both of his fingers holding your hips with ease.

As he entered slowly once again, you couldn't help but clench around him making his claws slowly scratch your skin. "You want me to?" Leaning down, he planted a trail of wet kisses on your back.

"If it's not your priority," Trying your best in gulping down some moans, you bit on the pillow. "I'd love it if your music would only be heard by me." You confessed brazenly as your voice got cut by the fast pace he started.

"Damn it," He whispered in your ear. "you're so damn fuckable, baby." Pressing his body on yours, making sure to not crush you, he reached to hold your hands.

Trapping both of them in his big palm, he kept on diving deeper. "Makes it so damn difficult to resist you." With that, he released himself inside of you. "Don't worry, you'll need at least to spend at least four rut seasons with me before getting breeded." He mumbled kissing your scapula.

"Tell me more about it.." You whispered in your breath. "so I can stay conscious."

Turning you around, he wrapped your legs around his torso as he pushed forward into you. Your wrists still trapped in the single palm of his hand while his other massaged your breasts.

"Your reproductive system needs as much wolf seed to be able to change." He mumbled moving slowly once again. "Specially since your werewolf genes were put to a deep sleep, I need to wake your body with my semen." He huffed trying to capture your lips in a kiss, you moved to the side to be able to speak.

"I'm not human?" You questioned confusedly as he stopped moving. "If my parents were both vampires, it's already weird I'm not like them."

Balls deep inside you, he pressed a soft kiss on your temple. "You do have vampires genes too but the same witch that cursed me, made your body different. You were supposed to be a pure blood vampire but whatever she did, it made your vampirism manifest through your physical strength only." He explained, hand caressing your cheek. "I had Seungmin get a sample of your blood and he made the discovery that your body modified exponentially by the time you kept on coming to the forest," Hand reaching to cup your tit giving it a little squeeze. "and then as I shifted back to human form, it was easier for my pheromones to envelope your body ecosystem."

"I don't donate... How did you get my blood?" You questioned holding yourself up with your elbows.

"Please, don't ask." He whispered kissing your lips softly before holding you steadily.

Setting the thought aside, you reached behind his neck, playing with his hair as he started thrusting faster than before.

Eyes shut, lips locked in open mouthed kisses, you kept on moaning and moaning. His name getting trapped in his throat at every time you screamed how good it felt, how Godly he was made just for you.

His body always enticed you sex appeal. Such a handsome man, werewolf, all for yourself to love. All for yourself to feel this Intense love.

Arching your back once again, you came in unison with him, hitting a high pitched orgasm as ecstasy left your pores. His seed splurting inside of you.

After countless hours, of non-stop sex, he decided to stop himself. For the sake of not having you falling unconscious onto him. Preparing you a meal, he wrapped his arms around your body and cuddled up with you, falling asleep on each other.

The next day, by the moment you woke up, you had time to eat and go to work and by the second you opened the door, he rushed to hold you. Almost tearing your clothes apart.

His length standing proud as you got on your knees, opening your mouth slowly as you started sucking him, making him hiss a breath. "Babygirl..." He whispered softly, fingers buried in your hair.

Massaging your scalp, he guided your head on his cockhead, deep-throating himself for a couple of minutes before releasing his seed countless times in your throat. Cum flooding directly in your throat, you looked up to him and smiled as you gulped him down.

"Such a naughty girl I got, uh?" He chuckled bending down to lift you up.

Throwing you on the mattress, he prepped himself up for another day of pure blissful ecstasy. "Gonna make a pie out of you." He whispered burying himself inside of you.

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It's been a while since you've been Christopher's woman. He started going to work as well so he could help himself getting back into society.

"Baby.. you really want to keep living here?" He whined while moving the couch as per your orders. "You know I live in a castle?"

"You're so clueless to the point that it's cute." You chuckled halting your hand. "I'm making this our rendezvous whenever it's breeding season." You mumbled tilting your head.

Moving the second couch yourself, you placed it on the other side. "And we had so much fun." You chuckled as you leaned over his body. "And last time, whenever we had intercourse at your manor, you happened to release so much pheromones that it made the pack crazy." You pulled him into your arms and hugged him.

"Still..." Pouting, he gave you that dazed look of submission once again. "Wanna claim you everywhere I can."

Ruffling his hair you stamped a soft peck on his lips. "Never got to ask, does this mark mean we're married?" You questioned caressing his ears.

Tail wagging, he buried his face on your chest. "Not yet, it's a proposal." He mumbled kissing between your breasts. "I should get your mark to be able to say we're married."

"And is there a ceremony?" You questioned rubbing his back softly. Nails grazing on his skin, he nuzzled his nose on your neck.

"Sorta." He mumbled pulling away. "It's a little bit naughty though."

Confused you looked at him and let your hands fall on your stomach. "Which is?" You questioned confusedly, eyebrow furrowed.

"We have to mate under the full moon while the pack watches." He mumbled swifting his look on the side. Ears pulled down, tail falling on your thigh.

Hearing his response made you instantly sit up. "Ah.." You mumbled. A blush spreading all over your face. "So.. basically public sex.." You whispered in your breath.

Leaning on your neck, he buried himself to hide his embarrassment. "I should have told you before but it's not something we can avoid.. it's part of the tradition." He whispered placing a kiss on your shoulder.

"Can I be at least clothed..?" You questioned shyly.

"Oh, we won't be naked. We have a specific attire, let's say." He mumbled looking up to you. "There's still time until you become a wolf, don't worry."

Leaning towards your face, he started kissing you all over your face. Giggling you went to sit onto his lap. "How is work going?" You questioned, nose stroking his.

"Thought of opening a shop of my own." He mumbled rubbing your buttocks softly. "After all, all my brothers have one." He pointed out. "Seungmin is a doctor, Felix does home design, Changbin sales silk, Jeongin is a butcher, Hyunjin is a painter while Jisung and Minho sell clothes." Leaning on your face, he kissed your nose. "Wanna do something myself but I don't know what to do..." He whined.

"I always forget that you're all siblings." You giggled as you tried to comfort your big yet so adorable wolf. "But how come you're the alpha?" You questioned curiously.

"I'm the first born, of course." He said proudly. "And the first borns are always the next generations' alphas." He chuckled holding you.

Leaning forward he captured your lips in a sweet and passionate kiss that once again leaded you both completely naked, holding each other ever so tightly.

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Busy enjoying your first ever holiday, you found yourself roaming around the castle, cleaning around so that when your fiancée and his brothers came, they'd find everything in order.

"And with this. I'm done cleaning!" You exclaimed walking to the kitchen. "Time for dinner." You mumbled taking off your man's sweatshirt.

It's been precisely two rut seasons since you've been in a relationship with Chris and you never found yourself unhappy.

He found his ideal job and always gave you strength to remain in a good and healthy shape. Owning a gym was probably a good thing since there wasn't one in the village so opening it was an easy thing to do.

Even though the pack was filthy rich, due to them being already passed a hundred years old, they never stopped working saying that they'd need to remain indoors for a long time once it was too obvious that they don't age at all.

As you looked for a good recipe to make, you listened to the mixtape your lover made, loving every single track. "My man is so talented." You chuckled to yourself as you started making preparations for dinner.

Once you settled the final appetizers on the table, the front door opened.

"Welcome home!" You greeted warmly as you took a seat.

"Chris, come here." Felix mumbled walking to the kitchen.

"What?" You questioned preoccupied by his weird reaction. "Did I cook something you don't eat?"

Chris, coming from behind him, he looked at you and then came closer. Taking a deep inhale he looked at you.

"What?" You questioned, confusion was the only expression you had.

Humming for a moment, he leaned in closer and then looked around your waist. "Were you doing something with my sweatshirt?" He questioned tapping on your shoulders.

"I've cleaned around, probably had a good sweat as well. Why?" You responded looking up to him.

"You intensified my pheromones with your sweat so we thought you started changing." He mumbled leaning down to stamp a kiss on your lips. "Don't worry about it tho."

Nodding understanding slightly his explanation, you waited for the pack to come sit to finally eat dinner.

After dinner, you took a bath with Chris, cuddling and kissing.

"Y/N.." He mumbled kissing your scapula in wet kisses, sucking on your flesh aiming to leave some lovebites.

Humming in response, you turned your face around and looked at him.

"I love you." He whispered catching your lips in a tender kiss.

"I love you too." You smiled softly as you leaned in closer to deepen the kiss.

Moments later, he got up from the bathtub holding you in his arms. Making your way into the bedroom, your lips never ceased to kiss.

Hands roaming all over each other's body making the both of you moan in each other's mouth.

As he finally lied on the mattress, he looked at you for a moment before trailing his fingers along your legs, making their way between your wet folds.

Letting out a breathy gasp, you looked at him and kissed him once again. Fingers playing on your clit, making it's way inside of you. "Oh my.. God.." You breathed out, lips locked with his.

Prepping himself between your legs, you sat on the shaft of his hardness, letting out a delicious cry of pleasure. "Chris..." Whispering his name, you took him fully as you started moving slowly onto his length.

Moments later, after fondling and scratching each other's bodies, he looked at you and let out a loud whimper. "Baby, you have no idea how sexy you are right now." He mumbled reaching for something behind your back, making you jolt in pleasure.

He looked at you as if you were a Goddess. Hypnotized by your beauty.

Dazed, you looked at whatever he had in his hand and let out another gasp as he slowly pulled it. "Fuck!" You exclaimed reaching to grab his pecs.

"Took you less than expected, uh?" He whispered as he started slamming himself harder than before. "Gonna finally have my puppies next time." He huffed in a gruttal moan as he reached to kiss your ears.

Nuzzling against your skin, he pressed himself more and more on your body, loving the way your human body slowly changed in few seconds.

It took you a few more touches to understand that those sensitive spots turned out to be your tail and wolf ears. Without even thinking you started wagging it from left to the right as he kept on bouncing your hips onto him.

Lip caught between his teeth, he looked at you desperately. Eyebrows furrowed, he couldn't stop moaning your name. "Fuck, you look like a cute kitty." He chuckled breathless.

Leaning in, you kissed his lips twice before pulling him up slowly. Finding it more easy to lift him as he was heavier just a few minutes ago.

As if caught in a trance, he moved under your touch, it took just a few open mouthed kisses to make him fill you up with his seed.

Lips curved up in a smile, you kissed his shoulder before biting hard as you kept on riding him through your high.

"Oh heavens.." He whimpered as his hips stuttered and your ass stopped moving.

One soundly last slam from you and you were filled up once again, feeling his cum splurt all over your walls, dripping down from your thighs.

Cockwarming him, you fell onto his arms as he kept on caressing your ears and tail. "My pretty wife." He whispered kissing your cheek. "You look divine."

Smiling softly you kissed the bite mark you gave him and looked up to him. "Now, you're completely mine." You whispered proudly.

"I would have let you bite me thousands of times if you never turned into a wolf." He chuckled poking your cheek.

✩♬ ₊˚.♛⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

It was the last day of the breeding season, the full moon was shining so brightly.

Wearing a white traditional long dress, your black tail popped out from behind as you sat on top of Chris' lap. He was wearing a white robe that covered only half of his body.

"You look stunning, my lady." He whispered as he kept on moving his hips into you.

Smiling fondly at him, you leaned in and kissed him. Tongue roaming around each other's mouths as you kept on eating each other's moanings.

Finally giving the last thrust, he released inside of you. The pack howling behind you while looking at the moon.

Doing the same, you finally finalised your marriage with Chris.

"Who knew that underneath those brown eyes, there was an alpha ready to be reign." He whispered softly as he stroke your cheekbone.

"Probably the vampire genes helped?" You chuckled looking down at him.

Still wrapped around his length, he sat up and wrapped his arms around you. "Now we'll need a mere week to see if you're expecting." He whispered nuzzling against your neck. "And if they are eight, I'll be very very very happy." He mumbled kissing your cleavage.

Smiling fondly, you hugged him back as you let yourself drunk in his pheromones before letting each other have some fun more intimately as the pack left the forest to do their own thing.

✩♬ ₊˚.♛⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

More than a week passed and you started feeling your stomach getting rounder by the day. Useless to say that you were having your first babies.

"Can't wait for the puppies to come out, so I can make love to you." He mumbled kissing your belly.

Giggling you poked his cheeks. "Then what would have happened if I got pregnant during the breeding season?" Looking at him, you played with his now short curls. "Would you have patiently waited for me or would you have begged for a quick fuck?"

Looking at you with submission, his tail started fluttering around. "I would have begged to at least dip my fingers in." He chuckled rubbing your belly. "Or my tongue."

Shaking your head, you bopped his nose before reaching to get some fruit. "You crave the same thing our mom did." He whispered, his red eyes sparkled under the dim light of the moon outside.

Kissing his lips, you kept on eating the strawberries before finding yourself falling asleep in his embrace.

✩♬ ₊˚.♛⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

With one last push, the last puppy came out. Seungmin holding him in his embrace as he showed the smile on the baby's face.

Tears rolling down, you looked at your husband and slowly sat up on the mattress. Besides you were lying the other seven new borns, from the first one to the last one.

"You did an amazing job." Chris whispered kissing your temple as he squeezed your hand.

Drying the sweat from your face he smiled widely as he leaned in to press soft kisses in their heads.

"Channie.." You whispered holding the last born child as you kissed his head. "How do you wanna name them?" You questioned, body finally relaxing from the intensity of giving birth.

"The first one, after our late father." He whispered holding the puppy in his arms. "Niklaus."

"The second one, Rhino." You whispered looking at Minho. "After his strongest uncle." Minho, kneeling down in front of you as to pledge loyalty to protect the family.

"The third one, Theodore." Chris whispered looking at his brother. "After his dad's best friend and brother." Changbin trying his best not to cry in front of you.

"The fourth one, Samuel." You looked over at Hyunjin that was painting the family all together. "After the best painter to ever exist." His eyes watery by holding the tears.

"The fifth one, Peter." Your husband said kissing the baby's small hand. "After one of the most chaotic yet amazing brother I have." Jisung, already sobbing from seeing you giving birth, he knelt down to Chris' side.

"The sixth one, Yongbok." You spoke. "After the warmest moonshine to ever exist." Your best friend Felix looking at you warmly as he leaned to dry the sweat from your forehead.

"The seventh one, Sky." Christopher spoke. "After the brother who made sure that my wife had everything while in labour." He said looking over his brother.

"The eight one, Elijah." You said looking over at Jeongin. "After the cutest wolf to ever exist." Kissing the nose of the younger baby, you placed him on the mattress.

Finally able to sit up, you caught the pack kneeling down. Hand in their hearts.

"We pledge to protect the pack, to protect the family at cost of our lives." They spoke in unison making you tear up.

"No one will ever give up their lives, got it?" You said, voice trembling as you knelt down yourself. "We're all a big family and we will protect each other making sure no one will ever be left behind."

✩♬ ₊˚.♛⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Years passed and by the time your kids reached adulthood, they transformed in their first full moon. All of them having the same colors as their uncles.

Black fur with red eyes was your first born, Niklaus; your second child, Rhino, had a grey colored fur; the third one, Theodore, had a darker shade of blue; your fourth child Samuel had a silver one; the fifth, Peter, had a dark purple fur; the sixth, Yongbok, had a darker shade of blond; the seventh, Sky, had a beautiful brown caramel shade and the last born child, Elijah, had a reddish fur.

They definitely took after their father's family and you were so happy about it.

As they shifted back into humans, you handled them a basket of wild berries each. "Eat as much as you can every day of the breeding season, I'm too young to be a grandma." You whined as you ruffled their hair.

"Mom, gross." They screamed loudly as they walked inside the mansion.

Giggling you threw yourself in your husband's arms. "Let's hope for some werewolf tribe to pass by..." You mumbled kissing his neck. "So that even your brothers will find their loved ones."

✩♬ ₊˚.♛⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

After two hundred years, the family expanded one by one. First Jeongin finding his match, having four puppies; then Felix and Jisung giving the family the benediction of six each; Changbin and Hyunjin found their loved ones and gave birth to five each; Seungmin and Minho found themselves giving birth seven each.

While your own wolves found themselves busy building their lives, you slowly caught glimpses of them falling in love with eight beautiful women, wolves.

You thanked the moon every night and day for making another wolf tribe coming to your village. You were finally ready to experience your own children to finally be fully adults.

It didn't take long for your own children to share their ritual. It felt definitely weirder seeing your own kids having intercourse but as part of the ritual you just held your lover's hand and howled to the moon. Leaving after a couple of minutes later.

"Let's go to our love nest." Chris whispered pulling you by the hand.

Giggling you complied and followed him with a happy smile.

✩♬ ₊˚.♛⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

"Congratulations!" Seungmin spoke looking at you. "You're pregnant." He spoke showing you the ultrasound.

Shocked you looked at Chris, who was already all over you. Fists moving around as he did his best to not move his tail around. "How many?" He questioned, the same beaming smile on his lips.

"Twelve wolves." He said indicating the locations.

Hugging you tightly he pulled you up in his arms. "Our bloodline will continue for centuries." He whispered kissing your cheek.

Smiling widely, you came back to the castle and gave everyone the big news making them halt in their place.

"Twelve?!" Your first born asked surprised.

"Apparently two alphas have the highest chance to make up to twenty puppies." You mumbled rubbing your belly.

Seeing your now adult puppies running to hug you, you felt yourself more alive than ever.

Happy of your life. Happy to have met Christopher and falling in love with him. Happy to have broken both your curses. Happy to be able to give him the family he always wished for. Happy to have kids of your own and upcoming kids. Happy to be able to give birth to more than just one generation. Happy to be alive.

"Y/N.." Chris whispered holding you in his arms. "I love you and I'll forever love you." Kissing your temple he rubbed your belly as you were lying in his arms.

"I love you dearly." You mumbled kissing his cheek.

[fanby-fckry]

Known to Wander

Day 6* of Kinktober, 2023: Chastity

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Infidelity outside of Geralt/Jaskier/Yennefer

Word Count: 1,571

Fandom: The Witcher

Relationships: Geralt/Jaskier/Yennefer, Background Jaskier/Other(s)

Characters: Geralt, Jaskier, Yennefer

Additional Tags: Jealousy, Sexual Fantasy, Begging, Dom/sub Undertones

Summary: Jaskier’s ill-fated love affairs have been getting both him and Geralt into trouble. Yennefer suggests chastity as a solution.

Better on AO3

*I am so behind; this is being posted on October 11th

{ ✧ }

“Really, Jaskier?” Geralt deadpanned as they made their escape. He tried to be patient with the Bard – especially after the ‘Mountain Divorce’ as Jaskier had started calling it – but right now his patience was wearing thin.

“What can I say?” Jaskier replied, dreamily. “The heart wants what the heart wants.”

Geralt would’ve been impressed with the lung capacity it took to keep that tone while running if the words coming out of Jaskier’s mouth weren’t so fucking infuriating.

“Your heart’s not the problem, it’s your cock that got us into this mess.”

Jaskier waved him off. “Eh, same thing.”

“This is the third time this season I’ve had to save you from an angry cuckold, and the snow’s barely fucking melted,” Geralt snapped. “One of these days, you’re going to get yourself killed.”

“Oh come on, Geralt, live a little!” Jaskier protested.

They were almost safe – they just needed to get over a fence at the edge of the estate of the couple whose marriage Jaskier had just ruined.

Geralt helped lift Jaskier up and over before vaulting over the fence, himself.

“See?” the Bard said, with a smile. “It all worked out in the end!”

“Hmm.”

The pair went on their way, and the perils of Jaskier’s adultery were forgotten – well, forgotten by Jaskier, at least.

{ ✧ }

“I thought I might find you here,” Yennefer said as she slid into the seat across from Geralt. “I heard our Bard singing from all the way outside, and if you follow the Bard, you often find the Witcher.”

Geralt smiled. It’d been too long since all three of them were together in the same place.

“Good to see you again, Yen,” he said.

It was sheer coincidence that they’d found each other. Jaskier might say it was Destiny; a few years ago, it would’ve been the djinn. But Yennefer had taken care of the djinn problem – canceling out Geralt’s wish with one of her own – and Geralt didn’t think Destiny had any interest in him beyond his connection to Ciri.

While Geralt and Yennefer caught up on what the other had been doing for the past few months, Jaskier played the final notes of one song and moved onto the next. It wasn’t one Geralt recognized, which meant it must’ve been new. He let a lull in the conversation stretch so that he could listen.

“My feet are known to wander

As ev’ry traveler’s will

My eyes are known to wander

As they search out my next thrill

My heart is known to wander

I’m just not meant to sit still

Oh, once when I was wand’ring

I met a lady tall and fair

She had a heart as restless as mine

And a husband without any hair!”

Geralt cursed under his breath at the lyrics. Yennefer raised an eyebrow, prompting him to explain.

“He met that woman and her husband less than a week ago,” Geralt said through clenched teeth. “I know because her husband hired me to hunt some drowners that’d found their way into a lake on the property. And when I came to collect my payment, Jaskier was running – half naked and barefoot – with the husband and two armed guards behind him.”

Yennefer took a drink from the glass she’d summoned. “I’m guessing you didn’t get paid?”

“No.” Geralt closed his eyes, trying to keep his voice down. “And then he goes and writes a song about it like it didn’t cost me my contract and almost cost him his life. If he’d kept his cock from wandering for another fucking hour or so, I would’ve…”

Geralt didn’t finish his sentence, but Yennefer seemed to know exactly what he meant.

“You’re jealous,” she said.

“I’m pissed,” he deflected.

“You can be both,” Yennefer told him. “You’re angry with him for costing you your contract, afraid that he could’ve gotten hurt – that he might get hurt next time, and jealous that he took someone to bed when you would’ve been right back.”

Geralt hummed a noncommittal response, but Yennefer didn’t waver. She’d read him like a book without even using her magic.

“I wonder if he’d let us put him in chastity…” Yennefer said, offhandedly.

Geralt almost laughed. “He wouldn’t.”

“You don’t know that,” Yennefer said with a shrug. “That Bard has kinks that would make a whore blush. Speaking of, has he asked you about using-”

“Yen,” Geralt interrupted. “Whatever Jask told you, I’d like to hear it from him.”

Yennefer rolled her eyes. “Alright.”

“You two are too much alike sometimes,” Geralt said, and despite his frustration, he felt the corners of his mouth quirk up.

“There’s a reason for that,” Yennefer said with a smirk.

“And what’s that?” Geralt asked.

“It’s because you have a type,” Yennefer answered.

Geralt smiled and shook his head. “Unbelievable,” he said under his breath.

“As much as I was loath to admit it, I’ve always seen the similarities,” she said. “I expect Jaskier has, too. Probably part of the reason why he was so jealous of me. And why we fought like cats and dogs for so long.”

Yennefer began listing off qualities she and Jaskier had in common. “Talented, ambitious, gregarious,” she said. “Dark hair, stunning eyes…”

“Alright, you’ve made your point,” Geralt conceded.

“One more,” she said. “We both love being right.”

“And neither of you know when to quit,” Geralt said, wryly.

Yennefer shrugged. “Maybe so,” she said. “Speaking of which, I think we should at least ask him if we can put him in chastity.”

Jaskier in chastity… Geralt could hardly imagine it, it seemed so ridiculous. Although what little of it he could imagine…

“Admit it, you like the idea,” Yennefer teased. “Our unruly little lark, all locked up. He’d look so pretty with his cock in a cage, don’t you think?”

Geralt’s breath hitched. He was trying hard not to think of Jaskier like that. It was wrong – Jaskier would never agree to chastity, so it would be wrong to think about it.

Wrong to think about his cock, half hard and straining against the bars as it filled. Wrong to think about how pent up and needy his Bard would be. Wrong to think about how he would whine and pout and beg.

“How long do you think it’d take him to beg for his release?” Yennefer asked, mirroring Geralt’s forbidden fantasy. “I think it’d be at least a week, but only because he’d be a brat about it first. Huffing and complaining from the minute the novelty wears off. He might beg sooner for you, though. He’s always been so much more pliant for you, Geralt.”

“Hmm,” Geralt hummed. He tried to focus on keeping his breathing steady, but his mind kept straying back to Jaskier. The fantasy was so vivid he could practically hear it.

“Geralt,” Jaskier would plead. “Geralt, please… It’s been forever…”

“It’s been three days, Jaskier,” he’d answer.

“Three days that felt like a lifetime!” Jaskier would complain. “Please, I promise I’ll behave. I’ll be good, I swear. I won’t fuck anyone without your permission – won’t fuck anyone besides you if that’s what you want, darling. Please, Geralt, I’ll do anything – anything!”

Geralt felt his own cock begin to stiffen at the thought of it. Yennefer looked at him like she knew exactly what she was doing to him – and knowing her, she probably did.

“You’d have him all to yourself,” she said, in a voice as sweet and as thick as honey. “No more jilted lovers or angry cuckolds, no more nights alone while he warms somebody else’s bed. And without anyone else to satisfy him, he’d be so very eager to please you.”

“Anything…” Jaskier on his knees, sucking Geralt off while humping his boot, desperate for stimulation. “Anything…” Jaskier on his back, his cock caged and neglected as Geralt fucked him. “Anything…” Come leaking through the bars of the cage as Jaskier whimpered through another ruined orgasm. “Anything…”

Geralt forced the fantasy out of his head and turned his attention back to Yennefer.

“If you don’t stop that, I’m going to pull you both upstairs and make you explain why,” he threatened.

“Oh please.” Yennefer rolled her eyes. “You wouldn’t interrupt his playing for anything short of a life and death emergency.”

“Hmm.”

“Just, think about it.” Yennefer paused for a moment, then offered him a knowing smirk. “Or rather, think about asking him. Don’t keep your wicked little fantasies all to yourself.”

Jaskier finished his set to a round of cheers and applause. “Maidens, men, and gentlefolk of all varieties,” he addressed the crowd. “You’ve been an incredible audience, truly a delight – but I’m afraid that, as all good things must, tonight’s performance is coming to an end.”

Yennefer rose from her seat, catching the Bard’s attention. Geralt could see the exact moment when Jaskier’s eyes landed on her. There was a spark of mischief in his eyes and his showman’s smile gave way to something more genuine.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me,” Jaskier said. “I need to catch up with an old friend.”

“I’ll keep him talking for a while,” Yennefer whispered to Geralt. “That way you have time to take care of your…” She looked the Witcher up and down, eyes lingering on his lap. “Well, I’d say ‘little problem,’ but it’s not exactly small.”

And with that, she was gone – leaving Geralt with a not-so-little problem, still rising between his legs.

“Fuck.”

[minthex]

Scotty Doesn’t Know

Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!Reader

tw- 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, cheating, car sex, very graphic smut, penetrative sex (fem receiving), oral (m receiving), dom!Eddie, sub!Reader, sex toys, voyeurism/exhibitism, rough sex, swearing, drug references, degradetation, light dumbification, like two religion references, very very light dacryphilia, masturbation?? (i’m not sure if it technically is or not), not beta read, Jason🤮

a/n- thinking of making this a series, with each bit focusing different parts of the song? Lemme know if y’all are interested!

It had all started perfectly innocently. Well, kind of. Between cheerleading, starting senior year, demanding perfectionist parents and an ever dying PR style relationship with Jason Carver, you have found yourself in desperate need of some relaxation. Relaxation that no amount of spa nights, movie marathons and shopping could achieve. And so you had found yourself out on the picnic bench behind school, waiting for Hawkins High's most infamous student; Eddie Munson. Once he'd finally deigned to show up, he'd nearly quelled over in shock. Y/N, cheerleading captain, two time prom queen and girlfriend of his worst enemy? Wanting to buy from him? He needed a damn joint himself to get over the shock. But once he started talking to you, it was blindingly obvious how much you needed a break; and how much you needed someone to actually talk to. You'd gotten over your nervousness within a few minutes of talking to Eddie. He was so different from how you expected him to be, and he actually seemed to give a crap about you. He even offered to smoke with you, something about 'princesses needing protection'. Or something like that. Honestly you were too busy staring at his rings to remember. You ended up taking him up on that offer, and soon you found yourself spending more time with Eddie Munson than your actual so-called friends. Hell, he knew you better than they ever had. It was a few months into this friendship that you found yourself on the floor of his trailer, sharing a joint while you played truth or dare like a couple of middle schoolers.

"Truth!" You'd said with complete confidence, doubting there was nothing he didn't know. 

"What's big bad boy Jason like in bed?" It had taken you so by surprise you choked on your own smoke. 

"Honestly? Pretty shit. He's never made me cum. But that's what I have a vibrator for," you'd shrugged once you could breathe again.

This was a travesty of the highest order as far as Eddie was concerned, and your perfectly innocent chat quickly turned to screams of pleasure, your best friend eating you out like he was a starving man. From that point on you were hooked. There really was no drug more addictive than Eddie Munson. 

                                             🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸

The vans windows had already steamed up, the whole thing rocking with every movement the pair of you made. Metallica played in the background as you and Eddie practically ripped each others clothes off. 

"How long do we have?" His face was already a dusty pink from kissing you so hard. 

"All morning. I told Jason I'm at church." Eddie threw his head back laughing. You giggled too, all too aware of the irony. 

"Well you're definitely spending the morning on your knees."

You hit his chest, feigning offence "Eddie!"

"What? It's true princess," he smirked, pulling you firmly against him. With a roll of your eyes, you pull him in for a searing kiss. All tongues and passion, breathing no longer an option. You could feel Eddie’s smile against your lips. His hands gripped your waist like you’ll float away, pulling you as close as possible to him. You tangled your hand in his hair, tugging at it ever so lightly. God forbid anyone touches his precious curls, but you? He’d rather replace all of his cassettes with Madonna and dunk his guitar in Lovers Lake then deny you. He pulls away after a minute, a small string of spit still connecting the two of you. There's that damned smile again.

"I got you a present princess," he nipped at your neck, nearly biting hard enough to leave a mark before turning to rummage around the van. You whimpered, rolling your hips against his thigh in a desperate attempt for some friction. A jewelled hand gripped lightly around your throat.

"Don't act up." It was a simple command, but with the rings on your throat and the slight growl in his voice? He could've told you to spread your legs for the whole town and you wouldn't have thought twice. Eddie passed you a small box, entirely plain apart from a hot pink bow on the top. You looked at him warily. He merely smiled, gesturing for you to open it. Sliding the box open, the contents made your head spin.

A glittery pink dildo, 6 inches long and as thick as your wrist. At its base was a suction cup, a feature that you had no doubt Eddie had great plans for. It wasn't as big as Eddie, but it still made your mouth water. He leaned into you, kissing your neck leisurely.

"I figured," he whispered directly into your ear, words sweeter than honey, "you could ride it while you suck me off, princess. Maybe then I can actually cum in that pretty mouth of yours before you start begging me to fuck you like a whore."

Was it possible to cum from words alone? You smashed your lips into his, moans getting lost in each other's mouths. You only stopped for him to pull off your shirt, barely even taking a breath. His hands trailed up your now naked body, landing on your tits and pulling them out of your bra. His fingers expertly pinch your nipples, rolling them between his fingers until they pebbled. He pinched them both tightly, clamping them between his fingers and pulling roughly. You fell forwards, eyes rolling back as you moaned into his neck.

"I didn't hear a thank you," he pinched even harder.

"I'm sorry Eddie," you panted, staring up at him, "Thank you so much for my present, I love it so much, thank y- oh!"

While you were babbling he'd reached down and pulled your nipple into his mouth, sucking and swirling with abandon. 

"Better than any gift he's given you?" Eddie's voice was muffled by your tit still in his mouth, but you still caught every word. 

"So much better baby, so much better. It's even a better cock than his."

This seemed to be the perfect answer. Eddie let your tit go with a pop and offered you that damned devilish smile. 

"Prove it then."

You pulled away for the first time since you got in, Eddie reclining against the back of the driver's seat. Lifting the dildo out of the box, you brought it to your lips. Two can play at this game.

Never once breaking eye contact with Eddie, you slowly pushed the toy deeper and deeper into your mouth, not stopping until all 6 inches were nestled in your throat. You gagged slightly, letting out those annoying yet adorable mewls that only having a cock halfway down your throat can produce. The look on Eddie’s face was to die for; his gorgeous eyes were almost black with lust, chest heaving as he watched you hollow your cheeks and suck on the toy like your life depended on. With your free hand, you tweaked and twisted one of your nipples, playing yourself while you fucked your mouth with the toy. 

Eddie's eyes were trained on you and only you, ringed hand reached out to play with your other still pebbled nipple. You whined around the toy, some drool slipping out and onto his hand. This was the last straw for Eddie. He surged forward, taking the toy in his own hands and shoving it as far down your throat as it could go. You gagged around the toy, barely able to breathe as he fucking your mouth mercilessly with the fake cock.

"Such a fucking slut for me princess, drooling all over your little toy like this," he pulled it all the way out of your mouth and shoved it back in, ignoring your gags, "Think it's ready for that greedy pussy of yours?"

You nod as best you could, your mind already starting to float away from you. Eddie smiles. He pulls the dildo from your mouth with a pop, setting it down on the floor right in front you. You don't even hesitate. Pushing yourself up on your knees, you line yourself up with the spit slicked dildo, sinking down onto it with ease. Your eyes rolled back as you bottomed out, moaning as the fake cock filled you up. It wasn't Eddie, but it'll do. It took you a minute to find your rhythm, but soon enough you were riding the dildo like there was no tomorrow, tits bouncing and wanton moans filling the van. The squelch of your pussy was so loud it nearly drowned out the music. You were sure the van must be shaking at least a bit by this point. What if some busybody came knocking and found you, riding a dildo like a pornstar all for the enjoyment of a man who was definitely not your boyfriend while you should be in church? Eddie hadn't exactly parked in the most secluded of spots. The lewd squelch of your pussy got even louder, one particularly hard bounce drawing an even louder moan out of you. In all honesty, part of you wishes someone does come knocking. Let them see the head cheerleader fucking herself all for the pleasure of the local drug dealer/suspected cult leader.  

Eddie watched on in absolute awe, having a hard time deciding between watching the tits that you kept playing with or your pussy swallowing the whole dildo every bounce. He was practically in heaven. He was so caught up in your little performance in fact, that he nearly forgot the entire point of this.

The sound of jeans unzipping brought your head down from the clouds briefly, managing to focus your eyes on Eddie. Your mouth literally watered at the sight. His eyes were practically black, blown out with lust, his face a deep pink. He'd taken off his signature hellfire club shirt, lounging against the driver's seat with his oh so sexy tattoos on full display. But the best part? His cock, rock hard and leaking precum as he leisurely stroked it. You couldn't help but whimper at the sight, wishing it was Eddie's cock in currently buried in your cunt.

"Aww poor baby, you want this cock?" His tone was mocking, almost mean as he stood up and starting walking slowly towards you, "You want this cock fucking your tight little pussy, filling you up with cum? Is that what you want, baby?"

"Y-yes," you fell forwards as if you were trying to reach it, palms splayed in front of your carpet burnt knees, "I want it daddy, please, I want it I want it I want it!"

You were too far gone to notice the name, babbling and rambling and entirely fixated on Eddie's cock. His eyebrows shot up at this; that was absolutely something to ask about later. But for now…

"How badly do you want daddy's cock baby?"

"So ba-badly, s-so badly daddy, please I'll b-be so good, ple-please please pleas-"

Your begging was cut off by Eddie shoving his dick in your mouth. It hit the back of your throat instantly, making you gag. Eddie just laughs, digging his hand into your hair and pulls you off just as quickly as he shoved it in. 

"Thank y-you," you managed to stutter out, still riding the dildo like a madwoman and eyes fixated on your lover. 

"What a good little whore you are," he cooed, fucking your mouth painfully slowly,  "Fucking yourself on a dildo while I face fuck you? That's downright pornographic princess. You let Jason use you like this?"

He thrusted extra hard when he mentioned Jason, making you gag so hard you could feel in your stomach.

"No, no, ne-never daddy," you could barely get the words out between thrusts, "Only you, only ever you."

"Good girl. You're my fucking whore," he thrusts hard on each word, so hard it brings tears to your eyes. He buried his cock right at the back of your throat, so deep that your nose was touching his pelvis. Eddie held you there, deepthroating his cock while you kept fucking yourself on the dildo. It's times like this that he wishes he kept a camera to hand. 

When he finally released you, you were gasping for breath but it didn't slow him down. He fucked your face wildly, fucking you in a maddening line with the dildo. Grunts of 'good girl' and 'take it' were all you could hear over your own moans. Your brain was utterly fried; all you could think about was Eddie's cock. He was fucking you entirely dumb, any last resemblance of a thought having left the minute he started fucking your mouth so deliciously.

It wasn't long before you felt that familiar knot in your stomach, growing stronger with every bounce and every thrust. You could feel Eddie's cock twitching in your mouth as you sucked. He can't last much longer now either.

"Dby," you tried your best to speak with a mouth full of Eddie's cock. He pulled you off with a smirk.

"What's my dumb little cockslut trying to say?"

"I'm r-really cl-close," you could barely get the words out, mouth feeling like it was made of stone. You could barely even close your mouth.

"Good," he slipping back in with ease, going right back to his punishing pace, "I want you to come baby, come all over your dildo like a fucking whore." Even he was having trouble speaking now, growing more and more out of breath.

Your vision goes white. You come with a scream, muffled by Eddie's cock still pounding your mouth, eyes rolling into the back of your head. If it wasn't for his hand on the back of your head, you would've fallen straight to the floor. Your whole body shakes, nerves short circuiting as all you can feel is pure orgasmic bliss. Eddie is still fucking your mouth with abandon, the force of his cock making you still bounce around on the dildo. This only prolongs it, making every part of you feel like you're on fire. The floor beneath you suddenly feels soaking wet. Did you squirt? 

You don't have time to think about that before Eddie's thrusts get sloppy. Through your orgasm induced haze, you see him throw his head back as you deepthroat him one last time. He comes with a guttural groan, shooting his sizable load into your mouth. The sheer pleasure of it causes you to have a second mini orgasm, your whole body shaking as he comes. It takes him a minute before he pulls out, keeping his hand in your hair to keep you upright.

"Don't swallow," his voice was shaky, but still no less dominating. You open your mouth for him, presenting your cum filled mouth like a prize. He slapped his cock against your cheeks, smearing spit and cum all over your blissed out face, devilish grin only growing wider. You didn't even flinch, staring up at him with teary eyes and mouth now leaking cum.

"In church my fucking ass."

[untilwedont]

Could I request a Josh Richards x male reader where they have sex in their pool Top Josh x bottom Male reader

Here u go <3

Pairings: Josh Richards x Male!reader

Warnings: Smut, Dom!Josh, Sub!Reader

Summary: Reader and Josh are having a fun time in their pool, messing around with each other, when things take a turn

It was the start of summer and man was it hot. You hated summer with a passion but absolutely loved the winter. Josh didn't seem to mind though as it was just an excuse for him to walk around shirtless the entire day. You were never really the type to walk around shirtless because you were a bit self conscious about your body but Josh always said you looked perfect, at least in his eyes.

So there you were, laying on the bed with the fan on, dreading summer. "UGGGGh, I feel like I'm gonna melt any minute now. You might as well put me in the freezer and leave me in there till' I freeze so I don't have to suffer any longer." You mumbled to yourself. Sure, you may have been over exaggerating just a little bit, but that's just who you were.

As you felt like you were gonna die any minute, you heard a pair of footsteps coming towards the room. You knew who it was since you both lived together. "Knock knock baby, you good in here?" You looked up and saw your shirtless boyfriend, Josh, standing at the door. "What does it look like? I'm practically melting over here and somehow you seem perfectly fine." Josh chuckled a little, "Trust me babe, I'm just as hot as you are." "Yeah? Well you sure don't seem like it." You mumbled are rested your head.

"Well why don't we go out to the pool? I'm sure it's just as cold as it is in here." "Alright.. I like the sound of that." You got up and started walking towards the pool with Josh. You didn't feel the need to change as you were simply in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Your guys' house was a pretty modern house. There were some pastel decorations that you had chosen out because pastel colors were always your favorite colors. But the thing you've always wanted, especially as a kid was a heart - shaped pool.

From when you were younger, you always dreamed of having a heart shaped pool and now your dreams have finally come to life. When you and Josh bought the house, you were constantly begging him to have a heart shaped pool, and after a few months of begging, he was finally okay with it.

As you both went to the backyard, you couldn't help but smile at the heart shaped pool. Josh didn't seem to mind as much as he used to because he thought it was pretty nice. With no hesitation, you jumped into the pool. Luckily you didn't have your phone on you or else it would have been destroyed. "Wow, you must've been pretty hot, huh?" Josh laughed a bit. "Sure was" you smiled at him.

A couple of hours had went by, you and Josh just having a good time in the pool. You're favorite song was playing in the background because Josh had turned it on for you. There was lots of splashing and giggling from both of you. "Josh, you got water in my eye!" you laughed. "Whoops, sorry baby." he chucked, moving closer to you. He examined your face, making sure your eye wasn't hurt.

Whenever you and Josh held eye contact, you always seemed to get butterflies. You weren't sure why you still got them since you both had been dating for quite sometime. "You're so pretty M/N, you know that?" He told you, continuing to look at you. "I could say the same for you" you smiled. He smiled back and grabbed your waist. He pulled you in and started kissing you. At first it wasn't anything big but soon it turned into a makeout sesh.

"Fuck M/N, I can never describe the way you make me feel." Josh said in between kisses. "Well why don't you show me, hm?". That was just enough to set Josh off. One of his towards your ass while the other was around your neck. Both your hands made their way on his abs, you could never get enough of them. "Ngh, Josh..." you said as josh took his hand off your neck and replaced it with his lips.

Soon enough, your clothes had been taken off completely, same for Josh. As you two continued to makeout, your hand made their way towards his dick. You slowly started to jerk him off, hearing slight moans from him. "Alright pretty boy, let me make you feel good." He said disconnecting his lips from yours. (Just an fyi, you were both in the shallow side lol)

Josh slapped his dick on your ass a few times before sliding it in. "Fuck Josh!" You said throwing your head back as he continued to pick up the pace. "Yeah, you like that, hm? You like when I slam my dick into you?" "Plea-please... faster.." You could hardly get any words to come out of you as Josh continued to slam into you, his hand around your neck.

"Fuck Josh, I'm getting closer!" "That's it baby, cum for me!". Just after he said that, you release in the pool. After a few more thrusts from Josh, he soon released inside of you. After a minute of catching your breath, you look at Josh and smiled. "We're gonna have to clean this pool water." You said kissing him on the cheek,

A/N: Hi everyone, sorry I haven't been posting lately. I've been really stressed and haven't had much motivation right now but I really wanted to get a story out. I will continue to post, no worries!.

[pppunz]

have had this at the back of my head, but dream clay pulling you out of a party in a room with temperature rising by tory lanez playing in the background— bass bouncing off the walls and all that. he would fuck you face down ass up, one hand resting on your ass and one holding your face down, deep hard thrusts. you think you could write something for it? 👀

Bass [CC!Dream]

Warnings: sub!reader, dom!dream, fem reader, afab reader, slight degradation

Notes: I meant to finish this yesterday, but Canada day happened and I got busy. I know my last fic was Dream, but I’m a simp for that man, you can’t blame me.

“Come with me.” You heard Clay’s voice from behind you, his front pressed up against your back. You nodded and let yourself be pulled away from the main area and upstairs, passed the many hookups and couples making out. Clay had been craving you all night, the way your dress fit tightly around your hips and accentuated your breasts only fed the craving to ruin you right then and there. The stares and “innocent” touches from random guys didn’t help either.

“I’ve noticed you staring at me all night. Didn’t know you were so thirsty, Clay.” You said over the bustling crowd. Clay only smirked and pulled you into an empty bedroom, locking the door to keep at least some of your privacy. You could still hear the music through the walls, the sound bouncing off the walls perfectly.

He pushed you down on the bed and connected his lips to yours, teeth occasionally clashing together as you messily made out, too desperate to care about anything else. Your clothes were being removed as you did until neither of you were wearing anything at all. Clay inserted a finger into your aching cunt and smirked.

“You’re so wet already, baby.” Clay said, his tone dripping with confidence. “And you said I was the thirsty one while you were this fucking wet for me.”

You should’ve been blushing from the embarrassment, but you were too focused on the now two fingers curling inside of you. Small whines left your mouth uncontrollably as Clay used his fingers to prep you (not that you needed much, based on the amount of times he had stretched you out and fucked you).

“Get on your hands and knees, ass up for me.” Clay demanded, removing his fingers in one swift motion. You whined at the loss of contact, but did what he said with no complaints. He laid one hand on your ass and the other on the side of your face, keeping it down against the bed. In one moment, he bottomed out inside you, stuffing you full of his cock. You choked out a moan and let your body submit to him, like a ragdoll for him to fuck.

“Clay, Clay, Clay, Clay!” You chanted like it was some kind of worship, which it kind of was. Clay groaned and continued to fuck you nice and deep, every single thrust being deeper than the last.

“Fuck, baby, let it out. Let everyone know who’s fucking you so good.” Clay demanded, laying one firm slap down on your ass. You could feel the vibrations from the music downstairs overflowing your body, becoming so overwhelming mixed with the sex. With how loud you were moaning, you wouldn’t be surprised if people heard you.

Your arms were aching under your weight, but you didn’t care, all you cared about was finding that high. Clay gave a particularly rough thrust and you felt that familiar high, the need to cum. You screamed out, gripping the bedsheets between your fingers as Clay fucked you faster.

“Fuck, fuck, Clay! I’m gonna cum!” You exclaimed, feeling the bass of the song get more extreme, as well as Clay’s thrusts. “Please, can I cum?”

Clay smirked and slapped your ass once more. “Cum for me, my little slut. Be a good slut and cum all over my cock.” He said, his own high lurking, based on how breathless he was. You squealed and came all over his cock as he instructed, whining as he continued his thrusts.

Drool was leaking out of your mouth as Clay reached his own orgasm, groaning and cumming all over your ass. You panted and let yourself fall to the bed, closing your eyes from pure exhaustion. You felt Clay kiss your temple, falling asleep beside you, despite the loud music below.

[sugar-petals]

SuperM as Boyfriends Headcanon

↪ caro’s note. extra long version because i miss ‘em. best boys, they’re all bf material to the moon and back ♡

5k words | bullet points

○ warnings ⚠️ 18+, dom/sub play, shibari, female reader, grinding, poly mentions, threesomes, face-sitting, femdom & vanilla, smut and fluff

⌈ ten

— motto: they won’t underestimate me for long.

most of your social environment is gonna be confused by ten at the beginning 

and don’t really get what he’s all about

or think he’s like whatever, some random guy in a tank top

acting peculiar

finding him kind of hard to gauge

some of your family and relatives might even think he’s totally unusual and a sneaky fuckboy making you mad 

they seriously wonder what you see in him

down the line that perception has turned by 180 degrees

as it should

ten becomes more irreplaceable, relatable, beautiful, perfect and impressive the more you know him

he’s not as mysterious and impossibly badass as everyone assumes

his personality is very approachable to you 

and you find him interesting in every aspect, looks to hobbies to background to personal habits

and also opinions because ten is a guy who really thinks stuff through

so you gotta be roughly on the same wavelength 

he likes discussing controversial and complicated stuff a lot for sure

being far wiser than his age suggests 

you are the first to share those things with him until the rest of the world catches up to this gem of a person

spending so much time with you

in the most personal way he can

he takes you to see the floating markets in bangkok, you spend the summer in thailand

wakeboarding and playing badminton

his entire family knows you inside out at some point this shit is serious

it’s very important to him to go back to the roots every now and then

and that you have been around his home city as well

getting to enjoy the area and time together eating the most savory delicacies

renting a boat and paddling you around to the important spots, he can explain any question you have

this kissing is gonna be so romantic 

who needs a vacation in venice when you can go to thailand with none other than ten himself as your ferryman let that sink in

except eating durian there he is, the boyfriend who can do anything!

with seemingly no effort

ten does little kind services of love for you throughout the day

he pours you herbal tea, fixes some furniture (he’s surprisingly good at tinkering), comes home from the bakery with your favorite pastry, does the laundry with your favorite fabric softener

he also goes on a huge shopping spree with you monthly because fashion is key in this household and it’s tremendous fun

you giggle when he puts on oversized shirts deliberately to look funny

everyone in the clothing store will think oh man what an adorable pair

ten will model the living hell out of the entire stock

and buy you the cape you really really want as a birthday present

said item turns out to be your favorite couple accessory

because you can sit next to each other on a bench at the river and wear it

what’s not to love about a portable blanket

of course he will take to instagram and make it such a cool thing, photographies of you wearing really cool coats and jackets

mirror bathroom selfies together as well, with a back hug, the classic

and not just for insta

you snuggle a lot generally

ten is always available for affection

and accepts all PDA

he’s a kitty after all, he loves the warmth of your body more than you know

remember how taemin said ten’s hands are always cold, newsflash not anymore since you stuff them into the pocket of your hoodie whenever you can

and hello sir your paws will be nice and cozy on my waist

or hand in hand when you waltz through your apartment

time for dance is a must

oh my god ten is so good at all of this

although say he’s definitely faster into latin than standard genres

tango argentino, he loves flamenco as well

don’t believe me? ten is a diehard rosalía stan!

vamos

so, no-brainer, expect a lot of dancy stuff 

that escalates into wild, passionate fucking

which probably looks like an aggressive form of couple exercises

you poor sore souls

ten’s lil kitty butt is falling apart from all the “i can handle a bigger one!”-level pegging and you have aching legs all over

favorite position? full nelson

if you ask me ten’s ass is probably so carved out by the end of this you could fit lucas and kai in there from head to toe

this is not for the faint of heart

sex with this guy is extra cardio

and if you’re into that a threesome is gonna go down sooner or later

with our girl lisa

there. i said it

miss manoban in those knee-high boots, grinding her thighs between yours and you finishing off on ten’s face? the fucking hottest thing ever i need a moment wow

i don’t have to tell you how orgasmic this is gonna be

steamy sex life with ten very recommended

⌈ kai

— motto: you’re like a precious rose. i’ll protect you forever.

to be straightforward with you

he is in so heavily in demand it’s madness

to give you an idea of the scale

mark is basically occupied by yuta until the end of time 

but kai has an entire idol fanclub on top of all erigoms

those sharp moves did not go unnoticed

he gets an inkigayo sandwich every other day

jesus christ

if rent-a-sexy-bf.com was a thing kai would be the most requested

his phone would be blowing up with contracts like

and you also have to pass kyungsoo’s vibe check

and taemin’s

the road to being kai’s gf is indeed the way of the samurai

i mean honestly: kim jongin is without a doubt the hardest member to get a date with

this has got to be the most selective man of the entire industry or something

if he likes you he REALLY likes you

and he will be the one showing initiative

because he wants to make it clear he isn’t just spending time out of politeness or something

although it’s pretty logical that if kai was unable to reject someone he would no longer be an idol but a harem husband busy every hour of the day

seoul would be able to found its own village 

kai town

where like 70% of the population is pregnant

but since kai wants to keep on dancing obviously and he wants to lend his heart to only one person 

seoul has to settle with a singular nini family house instead of a kai district

where you and the man himself are a full-fledged household basically since kai’s nieces double as actual kids

if you wanna be a young ass ‘mom but not mom with kids’ and be married to kim kai this is it

does he have a thing for milfs or something

that thought just came to my mind

anyway you’re mommy anyway wink wink

fucking til’ dawn until even his muscles hurt

going raw at the gym together

him cooking the most random food with the infamous waffle maker

cuddling with an army of teddy bears surrounding you

walking the dogs with the sexiest dancer alive 

and the sexiness is only the tip of the iceberg 

we know he’s all-round amazing

kai is the king of figuring out ways to chill out with you anywhere anytime

and yes innocent chilling

...unless you’re in the mood for something else

up to you

anyway

sweet innocent chilling for now... with the stunner... just smooching at best things aren’t going raw or anything

on the couch in the kitchen in the car when it’s parked somewhere in nature

kai takes you very seriously and is a great listener

he’s literally so respectful and open-minded i can’t

he will keep your secrets and stand up for you if it’s ever needed

yes he is extremely caring and invested

kai does not tolerate others being shady towards you

if there’s an instance where you are hurt and unable to assert yourself don’t worry. he knows how to confront others with measure but a firm determination.

kai takes a lot of that responsibility but only to the degree where you are comfortable

i think you get what i mean by that

and he is diplomatic instead of plain patronizing

you have a right to be protected. it means he not only treats you well, but also makes sure your well-being isn’t disturbed in any other way outside of the relationships

outside influences aren’t to be underestimated

and since kai is a godly man you encounter a lot of jealousy from others

a matter he will take into his hands since he knows he’s the reason

standing up for you also means saying no 

to these jealous voices so this is an important boundary he has to draw

that all kinds of hellbent people want to get into his pants and take his stage image too literally is not up to you to fix

kai is there for you to enjoy and love not to defend

that’d be exhausting and beside the point 

kai prevents stress and negativity to come to you

i hope i explained this well he doesn’t do this to be bossed up or make you weak it’s because he wants to make life easier for you

guys being protective will be chalked up as chauvinistic these days. often rightfully so 

but what i mean is that kai support you in all regards so you won’t be at a disadvantage or feel terrible about something

⌈ taeyong

— motto: we’ll take good care. enjoy the pleasure.

he’s the type of boyfriend who will ask you about things he missed out on while he was busy

things um from the internet

while mark literally knows that one by heart already taeyong will ask you things like what the wellerman song is

and you thought it would be something nsfw

i got you fooled

did we forget that the man literally watched nct memes on youtube

taeyong is both even more 18+ than you think but also even more innocent than you think it’s complicated

this man is just hard to describe he’s so different, i mean every person is unique but he’s an original it’s the extra mile you know

anyway

sea shanties

bopping to it all day since he just heard it 

singing it while he prepares dinner based on a youtube recipe video as he often does

he’s the most adorable person ever ever ever

asking you why shanties are back in fashion 

(good question, requires a deeper sociocultural analysis i reckon)

planning to remix one for his soundcloud lmao i kid you not

maybe your favorite shanty 

featuring fast-pace rap and all

creating his own previously unknown phrases and shit like that you know him

palazzo rocco lemon detox flashbacks

he’s hilarious i swear

taeyong will produce his own shanties for you can you imagine

as he says: my happiness is your happiness

watch out he will drop a shanty music video with extra krumping moves

taeyong is a never-ending source of pure crack

prepare to laugh a lot like, a lot lot

how can a man who seemingly has such a serious outlook on life and such a bonkers kinda face be so lighthearted

it’s like he’s peter pan or something

especially since he has to manage like over 20 brats in nct his cutesy behavior towards you as his gf will stand out to you

yeah so to be clear we all know he’s the cute one in the relationship

and guess who wears the pants

that’s always you ma’am don’t deny it

or wait 

not for long actually because they come off um physically

but not metaphorically

because who doesn’t wanna sit on his face tbh

your favorite reserved spot

he loves it

taeyong has such a thing for your body it’s ridiculous

mister lee got a sexy mama

and you have such a thing for the gloriousness that is him

but neither of you will not admit it as openly as other people would think

all there is... is being flustered

baekhyun probably has to play some cupid now and then

and give you some ideas

like gifting taeyong plushies and things like that

baekhyun knows what taeyong is all about so the advice is very welcome

but most things you find out for yourself

by being a little braver with him you know

you walking around naked in the apartment or basically fresh out the shower with nothing but a towel

will shake up taeyong so immensely, he will back himself against a wall without you even pinning him there lmao!

jeez he’s so deep into kinky stuff but easily shook anyway

i quote him again: “born to be cute, i dunno!”

you can imagine the overwhelm when you rub yourself against him like it’s nobody’s business

it’s so much fun to give taeyong a regular horny meltdown not gonna lie

this man was grinding his whole body all over the superm stage and now he’s basically freezing up and drooling

how many denied and ruined orgasms he’s gonna get, so much overstimulation all the way  

you’ll lose count of it

and just how wet you’re gonna be

is a thing for the history books

taeyong isn’t such a big deal in nct for no reason god gave him every talent 

so great sex is obviously in his repertoire

i think you’re gonna break some records for most fucks per week

you know... guys like lucas taemin kai and baekhyun spend more time wooing and teasing and flirting

but taeyong gets down to business

one glance is enough

⌈ lucas

— motto: the hottest couple around.

ah, big boy

you really got this man’s attention

doing nothing much at all really

he probably just saw you walking around talking to friends

carrying an impossibly huge veggie burger munching and enjoying yourself after going on a jog

yeah boy that’s how you catch his eye

they say love begins in the stomach and that is the true meaning

or the nose, your food smells really good, lucas is going crazy, he’s seeing stars and shit

anyway

the towering burger isn’t the only thing he wants

lucas cannot get you out of his mind no matter how much he tries to distract himself 

with more good food, movies, games

fooling around with wayv or the superm maknaes, and working out

he’s admittedly... a little himbo head over himbo heels with you the feels got to him

he’s not gonna say it’s a date he’s just gonna invite you just because

to hang out in the kitchen while taeyong cooks and baekhyun comes up with the idea to play twister

imagine lucas with his long arms and legs bending himself all over the place

fighting with kai who almost crashed his shoulders into taemin who avoided the accident quickly

making you lose a round

obviously lucas will hustle until your team wins

mostly because he’s so tall and baekhyun is so small which is a huge advantage when stacking each other over the map

let’s just face it baekhyun only suggested this game to bite everyone’s butts and to see you have skinship with lucas

which is definitely a successful plan of the leader

yukhei is in paradise 

jumping around his room like an oversized bunny after you went home

don’t lie, you fell hard for him as well he’s just such a presence

emotionally, physically

a gentle but persistent giant

he’ll do anything to make your relationship happen once he knows you’re interested

if there’s someone meant to be a boyfriend it’s gotta be him come on

he will cave in after a while and admit he can’t just forget about you 

not gonna lie

your ex is gonna be shaking in his ratty boots

his poor eyes will literally jop from their unexpecting sockets

when he sees lucas hanging out with you

with his shining blonde hair and tall stature, that perfect shapely body, with great fashion on top of that

looking like your guardian angel

man, xuxi really does

pulling you out of your slump that’s been going on for months

and bringing back smiles and a good time he knows how to do that best

and big big hugs of course

you can imagine how soothing and grounded it feels with such huge arms around you

he will make sure that feeling is always there when you need it

because you deserve that treatment

which means he will come over very very often

yeah get ready for how yukhei is a lot more driven than you think just dial and he will be there

underneath the meme surface is someone very determined who really really wants you

yukhei is chaotic good incarnate but in that area he isn’t messing around

his brain is like: “gotta be with her”

on repeat

he must call you, he literally can’t sleep without tying loose ends together as quickly as possible

no second wasted with this guy, even far down the relationship timeline

i really pity your ex 

i mean someone dating any superm member would drive their former partner completely nuts 

but lucas is a special case

he has that kind of look and aura that makes other guys dig themselves into the ground like wiggling worms or cope by fanboying over him

i don’t wanna make this sound like a competition and yet — congrats on your noodly blondie boyfriend alright

⌈ mark

— motto: two nerds in love.

how to explain this. mark is a perfect balance of a lover, a talker, and a shy bean

with a tendency toward bean

and flicking the bean

you know

cutting right to the chase are we

mark is very invested in pleasing you as good as he can

and defeating his awkwardness

because if we know one thing it’s that he always strives to become better and better like he can’t help it

and isn’t afraid of almost biting off more than he can chew

how many subunits is he part of at this point is it gonna be nct hollywood as well god dangit

back to the point mark doesn’t treat relationships and sex as something static which is a good and rare thing

he does his best and always looks for room to improve

while being very nervous, very bilingual, it takes two languages or more to express what he thinks about you let that sink in

that’s very shaky first date sex while being extremely in love with each other

lucky you

and an afterglow where he plays the guitar for you

that’s so nice 

he can play it while laying down and shit

while singing

not rapping, actual full-fledged serenading

we’ve heard how that sounds in the relay cam

are you dating some kind of teenage heartthrob or something huh

mark will make it very clear he’ll stick around, this bad bitch is here to stay

or actually, he’s a good bitch, don’t misunderstand

mark doesn’t have a lot of edgy in him unless rap is concerned

he’s the kinda guy to get lost in IKEA with 

having a good time 

as often as his schedule permits

you really have to make use of your time together 

this man might as well the busiest idol out there

and you are no different because birds of a feather

you’re both mr. and ms. independent 

out and about very often

so meeting up becomes something special during comeback season

or wait mark always has a comeback going on

which is a double-edged sword but something you both know you signed up for 

which is why you spend a lot of time around NCT dream, 127, and SuperM 

sm’s publicity agents have to work extra hard i’m telling you

a dating rumor is the last thing both of you would need

since you befriend several members you gotta stay on the low as well

but hey the rage of jealous people of the public is nothing compared to the force of nature that is yuta nakamoto

who seriously thinks himself threatened and robbed

in case you are feeling possessive as well...

...you might have to fistfight yuta

to be able to be with mark

who is basically property of osaka at this point

yuta is a scorpio that’s just the way it is

unlike taeyong who wishes his rap buddy the best, yuta kinda wants to be mark’s wingman and see him date, live his best life

but also have mark for himself to fawn over and to adore, to be fascinated by

we get it yuta. bisexual struggles. very understandable

you have to promise in person that mark doesn’t forget about the holy gaming nights with yuta 

which is hilarious since that’s not up to you but mark’s memory

bestie, yuta uses everyone as a scapegoat don’t sweat it too much

regardless you put a weekly reminder on the fridge

so the roaring lion yuta would be pacified

he doesn’t want to lose his sweetheart can you blame him

the ultimate but also most risky solution is obviously inviting yuta for movies 

which will be appreciated but also cause a storm

mark will definitely break a sweat when you start a popcorn war or try to prove who hugs mark the best 

caught in the middle of mayhem is mark lee’s specialty what did you expect

this either ends with murder or a chaotic open relationship down the line

yuta really is attached but who wouldn’t be

it could be worse mark has double the love you know 

⌈ baekhyun

— motto: you wanna know why i’m your candy?

baby tell me are you ridin’?

in fair verona where we lay our scene...

that baekhyun always wants to woo you — his way, which proves to be very interesting to say the least — is never hard to miss

putting in effort is mochi default mode 

no matter what stage of the relationship you’re in

he might as well regularly serenade you under your balcony in the backyard just because

probably singing ‘baby we can stay up’ and wiggling his ass in all directions because he’s a dirty boy gone wild

yeah. nowadays romeo is twerking instead of feuding with tybalt

that’s good for him and everyone involved

you in particular because you get some very racy eye candy

you know how baekhyun is

at least nobody’s around seeing him put on an 18+ show like that

your little guy is one unhinged fella

if it starts pouring he will grind up and down the next lantern and belt out ‘singing in the rain’

you bet he can do some actual pole dance

he’s strong and bendy you know

and loves to gyrate his whole bag of bones like... he wants to hit you with all the body rolls

in the rain

what a freaky man

but hey you wanna stay up for sure 

doesn’t take long until you beckon him to come upstairs

where the only way to alleviate him of his wet clothes—

oh well he has those roger rabbit vibes and you can’t be mad at it

he will play off all his hormonal antics

baekhyun is hilarious

and so perverted, he can keep up with your spicy idea of playing patty-cake don’t worry

how do i know you’re an extra nsfw kinda person?

who else would like baekhyun

he says juicy things all the time

and does juicy things

yes. finally a couple on eye level indeed. 

when baekhyun asks are you ridin’ you ask how hard 

bruh

this is gonna be fun

and remember

beside handing you sacks of money

his priority is always to make you smile

i’m kidding about the bags but

baekhyun is so rich it’ll show in your relationship, but he’s more about the interactions with you rather than the lifestyle

baekhyun didn’t hustle for a bentley he hustled to sing and get out of sm alive alright

financial stability: important

luxury: very nice to have, he can make you the presents you want to have and travel a lot together

but smiles: baekhyun priority

because he so badly wants to know you love him and adore him, he sometimes feels so insecure

of course you do

you always reassure him with your reactions

it’s very important to him don’t underestimate it

baekhyun has always been talking about his ideal type in terms of how he can cheer her up

so even the naughtiest sexy time evenings are gonna be filled with all giggles

anyway other than that your pussy will be dripping

because this guy is as horny as all other members of super m combined

and you have your ways of leaving him tongue-tied and wrists-tied

taemin’s impact

superm isn’t short of bondage supplies we all know that

so yeah. shibari baekhyun is gonna happen

since he does pilates imagine what kinda shapes you can bend this lil guy into

and take some pictures

privé is in trouble 

bondage model baekhyun is bursting onto the scene

you might even run a risque blog that features cropped pictures with him

heh — you think people will recognize him by his body?

nope

first: you only upload HD pictures that aren’t whitewashed

baekhyun is basically never photographed like that

second: who expects baekhyun to be featured on a bdsm blog with his girlfriend

and this is the guy that drives you around in his expensive car with his big black shades on 

well what can i say

nothing is the way it seems

⌈ taemin

— motto: i’ll unfold a whole new world for you.

taemin is cocky, he’s sensual, and: a very smiley person as we know

least boring relationship ever

he will prance toward you whenever he can to involve you in cuddles

touch-starved taemin is a thing

kkoong can tell you about it, he needs kisses and embraces so often

might as well pepper him with it no problem

and put him into your oversized sweaters when he eats ice cream on the sofa, watching movies, and you brush his ever-growing hair

he’s smol he’s gonna fit into them don’t worry

and on the other hand he likes a rough and tough girl who thinks of him like a boy toy

who acts tsundere or like his bodyguard

working out almost daily to the point of sweat all over

a gal probably able to pretzel minho lucas and chanyeol into one giant bundle

taemin truly has the taste of a divo

multi-layered as always

so you couldn’t say the relationship is always the same in sentiment, the vibe of the dynamic could be different every day

we love a complex man

what would be volatile to others is actually an advantage up close

because taemin understands every difficult facet of himself and his partner 

even if those facets might be contradictory

or something that’s felt shameful about

he will accept and listen anyway

the same goes for getting what drives you

taemin is like a walking psychology velvet couch with fancy swirls as arm rests

point is he isn’t fooled by the surface of the world

he knows what has to be known

which also means your looks aren’t the part he prioritizes

and not even outward personality and habit is what he’s drawn to

it’s the mentality and values underneath

that’s true compatibility to him and he can feel it

he’s really really smart

and also finds it important that you get along with shinee and superm, that you think they’re nice to be around and vice versa

especially kai as taemin’s absolute bearly bestie. if kai thinks you’re shady and you don’t like kai either

or if you’re permanently super awkward and taemin’s moodmaking doesn’t help

we have a problem

but fair enough

kai and taemin are basically one soul at this point so if taemin likes you jongin does anyway 

bff telepathy

in fact jongin was probably the one introducing you to taemin lmao!

because he knows you go well together instinctively and he is correct

so not to worry then

and it’s good on taemin to think longterm and not see you as a person outside of social interaction y’know

cough cough he thinks about marriage, you might be ms. lee one day

here he goes again taemin is just very mature seeing you as well-rounded in every aspect of life

without letting his dick make the important decisions at the detriment of making this a relationship of two lives not just two bodies only

but obviously don’t assume taemin is no horny devil. we all know he dreams of the freakiest scenarios and fantasies in this whole group

going kinda crazy about the thought of making you cum which he always wants to try with new methods

which occupies his mind more than a big bowl of super spicy noodles which is taemin’s favorite meal so

at the same time taemin junior is definitely the same clingy attention whore as his sparkly owner

limp wrists from all the handjobs on your side

and very swollen lips from giving all that head on his side

this is gonna be interesting

he puts the 6v6 in 69

equals 69v69 am i right

but i’m serious that’s gonna be a lot of oral action

you definitely ask each other about having sex very often, daily if you have the time and find a nice spot

and how on earth do both of you keep your hands off each other sleeping in one bed

taemin is touchy as hell with no shyness, and you squish squeeze and grope this guy like the mochi he is

ah when things go both ways

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[its-me-im-coraline]

Little Puppet // Ethan Torchio, Damiano David

words // 4261, i have never written this much in one go my whole life, holy shit

warnings // smut, degradation, sub!reader, name calling (ya know, slut and stuff like that), threesome, oral, no explicit mention of protection, but obvi that's not how it should go in real life, anyways.... thats all i can think right now. has not been proofread

pairing // Ethan Torchio x F!Reader x Damiano David (leaning more to Ethan)

author's note // if you want to be on the tag list let me know. im going with female reader cause that's how it was requested. here's the smut playlist, def listen to it when you get to the smut part, or the whole time, whatever you want. thanks to anyone who adds songs to the playlist 💘

i feel like i cpupve made it kinkier but at 1 am and with over 4000 words i was a little tired to do that.

request // yes, here

summary // Ethan can not stop thinking of sharing his fwb with his bandmate, Damiano. A thought sparked from a random drunk conversation he had with his best friend will end up with them both pleasing Reader to tears

Experimenting in the bedroom was nothing unusual for Ethan and Y/N. The two had known each other for quite a while, overtaken by attraction but neither was ready for a relationship. Instead the pair opted for a slightly different compromise, one that had no name, no label, for now. While neither had the intention of an actual romantic partnership, it never stopped them from being loving and affectionate towards each other. Neither would ever have to leave before the morning comes.

Thus, as the light shone through his bedroom window, Ethan opened up his eyes, looking at the person laying by his side. Such a beauty, the shy rays of sun laying over the features Ethan so many times observed. It was common to do this in the morning, it would calm him down, especially on the very busy days.

“Anything particular you are thinking of while staring at me, Ethan?” There was no hesitation, no grogginess coming from Y/N’s voice, Ethan realised how he was not the only one awake previously.

“Well, I am, but I am not sure you could handle it,” he responded, smirking down at the laying figure, leaving a few kisses before finishing his reply, “plus, it is too early in the morning for such sinful thoughts.”

“Mhm, as if our endeavours last night were holy,” Y/N laughed, kissing Ethan back, as his lips crushed into hers.

“Well, you were certainly calling god if I recall correctly, cucciola, no?”

Maybe what made this situation not be awkward was exactly the fact that the two were friends. They thrived from the friendly banter, never missed an opportunity to mess with each other. It was just how they were and it worked perfectly to their benefit.

“I can tell it is troubling you, Edgar. You want to tell me what’s going on?”

"It's nothing amore let's just get ready. I'm quite hungry if you must know," he mumbled on her neck, trailing kisses all the way to her lips before abandoning the bed.

“Come on,” he called, ushering the girl to follow him.

Their feet were bare, no clothing no nothing -at least until Y/N pulled a few pieces of clothing for them both to wear- as they walked into the bathroom to start their day. They stood right next to each other as they washed their teeth, washed their faces, fixed their hair and so on and so forth.

“Isn’t that shirt too small for you, dolcezza,” commented Ethan, laughing at his own joke and poking Y/N’s side.

“Eh, well, I can take it off,” she suggested, pulling at the hem of his shirt that she was wearing. That only resulted in a laugh from the tall man, him shuffling her hair and walking out of the bathroom, putting distance between him and Y/N’s complaining about messing up her hair.

After that everything moved quite quickly. Y/N left the cosy home and went to her own house, leaving Ethan with his bandmates to work on their upcoming stuff. She knew how much it meant to him, but she also knew how stressful this career was to him. She always had something small to do to make his days even a little bit more relaxing, of course one of them being their nocturnal activities.

By the time night got around the drummer was sitting at the side of the pool, next to a small table, a beer in his hand as music played in the background. Everyone was doing their own thing: Victoria was swimming, Thomas was preoccupied with a cigarette and his phone and Damiano was sitting on the other side of the previously mentioned table having a conversation with Ethan. It started with speaking about small things before the subject turned more serious.

“You really like her, don’t you?” Damiano had, very early on, caught on his friend’s emotion, he was not very sure that Ethan was aware of his own feelings. It had become a little stupid in the frontman’s mind.

“I am not sure, Dami. She’s great, she is, and we are really close friends but… I don’t know…” Clueless as ever, thought the older man.

“Well, if anything at least you guys have a fucking amazing sex life, everyone can hear,” he laughed out, semi teasing his friend but kind of revaling a piece of information no one had had the heart to tell the tall man.

It caught him by surprise. He was never shy about his sex life, and truth be told he and Y/N never hid their predicament… He simply never thought they were being that loud; maybe that’s exactly the reason he had not understood the others could hear, the reason as to why they were so loud. “Mhm, didn't think you could,” he responded and took a drag of his cigarette.

Damiano copied his action, inhaling his own smoke and releasing it before he decided to say exactly what he was thinking. “Don’t worry about it. I personally don’t mind it, it’s kind of… entertaining.”

If Ethan was surprised before then now he was shocked and blushing. Of course, it was not in his nature to show it, and make this feeling obvious, but he surely had thoughts running through his head now. “So, what? You jack off to us having sex, though about a threesome? What is it?”

“Maybe a bit of both,” said Damiano, looking down at his beer. He was a bit ashamed but at the same time he could not keep his mouth shut, the alcohol overtaking his proper ability to keep some thoughts to himself. “I have to be honest, the noises she makes, they kill me, man.”

Everyone could see the gears in Ethan’s mind turn. On the one hand contemplating his friend’s confession and on the other thinking of all the ways he could punish Y/N for being as loud as she was.“So, if I asked you to join, you’d be in?”

Now it was the frontman’s turn to get shocked and blush, but he certainly could not lie. He would be more than into it, considering the many times he has thought of that, each and every one of them leading to him either taking a cold shower or taking care of himself hoping that it’d be Y/N instead. “Yes, I suppose I would…”

The conversation stayed at that, neither of the two men knowing exactly what to say or do at the time being. Instead they opted to wait it out, see when the proper time comes to bring it up again before deciding on what to do. And that day came soon, sooner than either anticipated.

Y/N had been especially bratty -just maybe two days after the conversation occurred- pushing Ethan to his limit with the teasing, the innuendos and the clothes she was wearing. It was the perfect occasion. A little punishment was in store and the tall man knew exactly how to execute it.

“What the fuck was that?” Ethan’s voice was stern, not nearly close to a yell but authoritative nonetheless, the stoic expression on his face never failing to let Y/N know exactly what he was thinking of: she was going to be fucked, both literally and figuratively, but she was surely into that.

“Such a little slut,” he voiced, pulling the girl to his body, their faces almost touching and their breaths mixing together. A whine left her lips but Ethan was quick to shut it with his words, “you were not complaining when you acted like one, cucciola. In front of everybody as well. Did you see how Dami was looking at you? I’m sure you flashed him at least once all night.”

The girl shivered at what her friend was suggesting, a tingling feeling was taking over her pussy, legs already ready to fail her.

“Maybe he could help me punish you.” These words almost send Y/N in a frenzy. Her eyes widened and her lips parted, an obvious gasp escaping her lips, causing a deep laugh from Ethan.

“You like that idea, don’t you?” She simply nodded her head, mind racing to all the possible outcomes of tonight.

“I need your words, dolcezza. I need your explicit consent to this,” he whispered, holding Y/N’s face in his hands, leaving a kiss just next to her lips.

She softly responded with a yes, voice trembling and low, unable to come out properly. She had gotten probably a little too excited.

“Be a doll and just sit there, yeah. I’m going to go call Damiano. I’m sure he is dying to see how desperate you are to have both of us.” With that the man left the room, presumably going to call his friend over.

When Damiano walked into the room Y/N was violently taken out of her thoughts, the man’s energy overtaking the whole room, his temperament easing any possible worry the girl could have for this situation.

“I’m here dolcezza,” called Damiano, sitting next to her on the bed with the biggest shit eating grin he could possibly have.

“Don’t be so eager, Dami. She’ll be cocky within minutes, we don’t want that.” Always the stern dom he is, Ethan asserted himself over both people in the people. He did not need many words or strong actions to show them who is in charge, a look and his tone were enough to let that be known.

Damiano looked down, in a similar fashion from a few days prior, only this time he was not really shy, more like a puppy that just got yelled at.

“Why don’t you get undressed Damiano, our little puppet over here can not wait to see what you have to offer.” The man mentioned smirked, his confidence reappearing in a second before obliging to his friend’s request.

He decided to play it dirty, going slow, surely attempting to give the little puppet a show. His hands moved slowly, pulling his shirt up and over his head before traveling from his chest to his waist in a seductive way, stopping for just a moment, making sure Y/N’s eyes were right on his own before removing his belt and opening up his pants. In the meanwhile, Ethan had moved Y/N to be sitting on her knees on the floor, in front of the undressing man, eye level with his pants’ zipper.

“Help Damiano, amore. It seems he’s struggling with his pants and you are right where you need to.” She shivered at his words but followed the orders, slowly unbuttoning his pants, her face having moved a little too close -not that it was not welcome- pulling them down and simply gawking at the view in front of her.

She went to move, to please, but her dominating best friend seemed to have other plans.”Not yet, puppet. Come on. This is supposed to be a punishment for you, but we all know how much a cock shucking slut you are. You’ll get his dick but you have more work to do.”

Damiano opposed his friend, already feeling desperate to get whatever he could from the girl below him, dying to feel her lips around his cock, oh and her tongue, oh that tongue he had seen plenty of times devouring ice cream cones in the most pornographic way possible. Sometimes he wished she was in one.

“I think it’s a good start to a punishment, Ethan. She can suck my cocka and then just simply not get it fucking her, yet.” His plan had some practicality to it, knowing very well how much she’d be dying to have a dick buried deep inside her after getting a feel in her mouth.

“I’ll allow it,” said Ethan, starting the process of undressing himself, and looking around the room for anything that could bring more pleasure to everyone involved.

“Well, what are you waiting for, cucciola. Go on, show him how well you blow whistles.” With that the girl wasted no time, pulling Damiano’s boxers down, taking them off him with his help and getting to work. It started off simple, a few pumps at first to get him even harder than he already was (he’d really bet that any man could get hard in seconds seeing her on her knees in front of him, it was a divine view). Her hand was going slowly, her focus on the man’s face, looking up at him all innocently, making sure that his own eyes were on her.

“I am looking at you, dolcezza, don’t worry,” confirmed the man, as if reading her mind.

So, she continued, entirely encouraged to show her best self, to be a good girl for the two men in front of her. Moving on, her hand stayed pumping the man’s cock for a second before her tongue came onto the mix, licking all the way up the curve, a very thick vein getting special attention and then the head. It was already leaking pre-cum, the girl’s antiques driving Damiano insane by the second -and she had not even started blowing him yet. With a push to her head by the singer Y/N really took his cock into her mouth, starting with the head, sucking and bobbing her head a bit, still moving her skilled fingers up and down, with every bob taking more and more of the length reaching a point where she had taken it all. She paused in that place for a second, relaxing her throat, Damiano’s cock resting deep inside her mouth, before she moved in need of breath. The same pattern repeated itself a few more times before the pace got quicker, following the music that was now playing from Ethan’s speaker.

It did not take long for the older man to cum, unexpectedly, in Y/N’s mouth, some delicious sounds leaving her lips and sending vibrations all through his cock, intensifying his orgasm.

“I could have never thought she’s that good, Ethan. Why have you been hoarding her this whole time?” He laughed, all in one breath and blown completely out of his mind.

“Exactly because I know how good she is. But tonight she has been plenty bad, although she’s trying to act all innocent now.”

“I’m a good girl daddy, see?” She questioned, tongue out, showing evidence of her swallowing predicaments, “I took all of it.”

Ethan smiled, looking down to his friend, his big hand holding her jaw and spitting in her mouth as it stayed open. Swallowing that down as well Y/N showed it to the two men, waiting impatiently for the next orders.

No orders came for the time being, Ethan sitting himself on the bed, back resting on the bed frame, opening his legs and motioning for her to sit between them. She clearly obliged, knowing very well that her punishment was already going to be overwhelming but oh so pleasurable and she wanted nothing more.

In all honesty the drummer was played to her needs every time, the punishments being always the outcome she hoped for (except few occasions when she had gotten Ethan so much she ended up edged on for over a week as a punishment, and although the orgasm was spectacular, the wait was torture). Ethan knew it and he was not opposed to it, instead working with the girl’s deviousness.

As she sat between his thighs, back on his chest and palms resting right on his thighs, Ethan used his calves and feet to keep Y/N’s legs spread open, thankful she was wearing a dress and panties that he could easily replace any time he wanted. He prompted Damiano to move between both their legs, face aligned with her pussy, the frontman practically salivating at the sight in front of him.

She had anticipated this night, having bought a cheap but utterly sexy lingerie set online, wearing said lingerie in an attempt to drive Ethan crazy. It was black, with little orange flowers here and there, some lace with mesh material surrounding her pussy, back piece doing little to cover her ass cheeks. Damiano was currently dying at the, almost, disappearance of the fabric due to the wetness leaving absolutely nothing hidden -not that the material could hide much anyway. He moved up, face just a hair’s distance from the wetness, just about to leave a kiss but the other man had different plans.

“Don’t be so eager, Dami, you’ll get what you want in a bit,” he said, palms massaging the girl’s boobs, kisses being left on her neck. “I think she’s overdressed.”

Damiano agreed to the statement, sharing just one simple look with Ethan, reaping the panties apart, her pussy now fully exposed. The singer looked up to his friend once again, a nod of approval being more than enough to shoot the man into action.

His lips swiftly found her clit, not much effort for the skilled man, sucking and kissing the sensitive bud, tongue lapping the juices of her pussy taking advantage of the wetness to stimulate her clit. Y/N’s head fell back, on the drummer’s shoulder, the man taking advantage of the angle and leaving kisses and marks on her neck, one hand always on her chest, the other currently choking her. She moaned so beautifully in his ear, making him harder than he thought he could get, surprised at how well he held himself together.

Damiano kept eating the girl out, fingers starting to dive into her pussy one at a time. He got up to four, said pussy taking them in wonderfully, practically swallowing them within the velvety confines. “I’ve experienced nothing hotter in my life, dolcezza. This pussy is scrumptious, could eat it for days,” he, himself thrusting on the bed, already having gotten hard again, craving some friction. His mouth was leaving wet kisses to her thigh and his fingers were deep inside her, going in and out, Ethan adding his own fingers, playing with her clit edging her closer and closer to the edge.

All the telltales were there: the shaking, the loudness, the closed eyes… She was ready to cum, but it was not something Ethan could allow yet. He stopped his actions, placing a hand on his band mate’s head, said man getting the memo and pausing as well. “You really thought you’d come this easy, amore? Oh no! You have been acting like a desperate slut all day, flashing Damiano and now letting him taste you, knowing it drives me crazy. You have been very naughty,” he explained before shuffling her off his body, moving to stand up.

Y/N could not help but whine, the sound only enabling the two men. “I think she’s been naughty again. Didn’t you say you’d be a good girl, puppet?” She simply nodded head looking down, but not before seeing the look on Damiano’s face. “I think some spanking would put our puppet in place.”

Ethan nodded in agreement, already moving Y/N to bend over the bed, her legs wobbly from her previously denied orgasm. “Count for Damiano, dolcezza,” said the man, leaving a kiss on her back and then starting his actions.

“One.”

Although her words were what was asked of her Damiano was not satisfied, giving her one of his own and speaking up. “Say thank you, puppy, don’t be rude.”

Another spank, “three, thank you,” she followed the orders, jumping forward with every slap on her skin.

As she reached ten it got harder to count. Damiano had started fingering her again, opting to pause his actions after every few thrusts, slamming his palms on her ass cheeks or pussy. It’d be a lie if Y/N said this wasn’t enjoyable-after all she could not stop moaning loudly, but the redness of her ass would disagree.

“Why don’t you keep quiet, puppy? These noises of yours are what got you here. You can’t hide how much you like this, can you, slut?”

For the second time that night, Y/N was on the verge of cumming all over Damiano’s fingers, unable to speak yet again.

“Use,” spank, “your,” spank, “words,” spank.

“I can’t hide, daddy,” she responded, this time leaving an almost screaming moan, eyes rolling all the way to the back of her head, once again almost falling apart.

Before she had the chance Damiano stopped, hands retracting from the girl and into his mouth, tasting her on his lips.

“I think you can take at least one more, puppet. Can you?” Ethan, had been quite distanced this whole time, deciding to let his friend get a taste of his sex partner, but deciding this was the best moment to do his thing.

Y/N nodded in confirmation, letting out a simple “green,” to let Ethan know she was not stopping just yet.

“Beautiful, puppy! You have been doing so good for us, taking your punishment so well, but we are not done yet.” A buzz sound is what concerned the girl, eyes widening at the toy.

It was a small remote virator, imitating sucking on the clit. The drummer placed the girl over his knees, stuffing the toy between his leg and her clit, shocking the sensitive bud. “I think you can take a few more spanks,” said the man, landing one at the expanse of her thigh, the skin giggling at the contact.

“Damiano, count,” ordered the assertive man, seeing his friend kneel in front of Y/N, kissing her and then doing as he was told.

“I think we were left on twenty-three. Twenty four,” he began, counting all the way to forty before the ordeal was over.

The whole time Y/N was shaking, just about to fall off the edge, asking for permission to cum but her wishes were not granted just yet. She was exhausted, overstimulated, frustrated, and now unable to move on her own. But, oh man did she need more. The two men were more than willing to assist her.

“You are doing so well, dolcezza,” praised Damiano, thinking of what to do next.

“Why don’t you get up, puppet. I think it’s time you get what you want.”

At that, her head perked up, already jumping from Ethan’s lap (almost falling while doing so) eager to be fucked and to finally orgasm. “I want you on all fours. You suck me off, Dami can fuck your pussy. I’m sure you’d love that.” She nodded, moving to be in all fours as Ethan stood on his knees on top of the bed, Damiano following suit and placing himself behind Y/N.

“Agh,” he groaned, “sei così bagnata, bambina,” he commented, collecting all the wetness on his cock before pushing inside her.

The action and the moans it emitted caused vibrations to Ethan, making him groan in pleasure, Y/N’s talent to shuck not wavering now. “You like this a lot, puppet, don’t you? Being fucked by my best friend while sucking my cock, huh? You like that?”

She could only hum in response, holes being filled to the brim so pleasurably. It was all better than she expected, more overwhelming, so she could not keep it anymore. She released Ethan’s cock, screaming loudly as her release finally overtook her, Damiano groaning in contentment. He pulled out of her afterwards, jacking himself off a bit before coating her back in his own cum.

Now the only one left unsatisfied was Ethan. His pleasure was cut short for the girl’s release, and although he was not mad, he certainly wanted to feel her.

“Can you handle one more for me, cucciola? You did such a good job so far but I need to feel you.” Y/N nodded and changed her position, this time her legs were in the air, soon to be wrapped around the drummer, eyes half closed in bliss.

“Such a good girl for me,” Ethan praised one more time before he started his rhythm slamming into her. This time it did not take long for both of them to reach their highs, the man riding out both of them and after taking a second to breathe he pulled out, falling right next to her.

“Are you ok?” This time the concerned man was Damiano, a bottle of water already in his hands and ready to give it to the girl.

“Mhm… Thank you,” she mumbled, voice almost a whisper but the smile was hard to miss.

“I think I should leave,” said the front man and he went to get dressed, abandoning the room, leaving only Ethan and Y/N in it.

Ethan got up quickly, looking around for a cloth as he got to the bathroom and wet it with some warm water. Coming back, he used it to clean Y/N up; her back from Damiano’s cum, her face from the cum and her dried up juices and her pussy from the left over wetness, a pair of underwear and a t-shirt in his other hand.

“Come one, dolcezza, you did so good. You’ll go to sleep in just a second. Come one, help me get you dressed,” he voiced and started leaving kisses on her face.

“You took both of us wonderfully, thank you.” Another hum as a response.

Ethan realized how at this point she had fallen asleep, fucked out and exhausted, he did not expect her to stay awake.

“I only wish I could tell you this when you’re awake… I think I’m in love with you."

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[snackhobi]

pairing: yoongi x reader // word count: 15.8k // genre: smut

summary: your idea of a good night certainly doesn't involve being stood up by yet another blind date and finding yourself alone in a fancy bar; fortunately for you, there's an attractive man playing the piano to keep you busy, instead.

warnings: sexually explicit content (NSFW), cursing, minor consumption of alcohol, oral (m and f receiving), protected sex, fingering, multiple orgasms, pet names, slight exhibitionism, slight praise kink, light dom/sub undertones if you squint ig (reader is kind of subby)

– –

Throughout the years of your life, you've learned a few things. Some of them are pretty obvious (buying suspiciously cheap sushi from a petrol station is like playing Russian Roulette with food poisoning and diarrhoea), some of them are less so (just because something is 'on sale' doesn't actually mean that it's cheaper if they'd increased the overall price beforehand), but one thing that you're only just starting to learn is that— for all that Jimin says otherwise— blind dates will always stand you up.

jiminnie is he there yet??

you to my entire lack of surprise, no. i'm starting to wonder if this 'hoseok-hyung' of yours even exists tbh i should have been suspicious from the second you called him a 'friend' bc that implies that you HAVE friends

jiminnie ok RUDE. we're friends??

you suddenly i can't read

The two of you had been outrageously drunk after a night out on the town, once, and Jungkook had come to collect his tipsy boyfriend, and you'd seen the fond way he'd watched Jimin despite his messy behaviour— how he'd given Jimin a piggyback even though it must have been hard with the way Jimin had been squirming and laughing and kicking his legs back and forth— and your heart had squeezed tight in your chest. (You'd been so drunk.)

It had honestly been a slip of the tongue when you'd revealed to Jimin that you were kind of maybe feeling somewhat lonely, a little bit, potentially. You'd had one night stands and short flings but it's been a long time since you've been in an actual relationship, a long time since you've really clicked with someone. Maybe part of you had been missing it, that connection with another person. Normally you're fine with being single, but Jungkook and Jimin are so in love that it spills out from them and you guess in the moment you'd wanted to feel that, too.

You blame the alcohol. You also blame your own loose lips. And Jimin, you blame him too, for persuading you to go clubbing in the first place. You don't even remember what you'd said, waking up with a headache the weight and size of a tectonic plate, groaning at the pain of the morning light stabbing into your eyes, but with no recollection of your admittance that maybe you were tired of being single. Your best friend, however— despite having drunk more than you— could recall the previous night with crystalline clarity, much to your horror and embarrassment. And, because Jimin is Jimin, he'd latched onto what you'd said with the tenacity of a dog with a bone.

Fast forward to where you're sitting now, on yet another arranged date that he's planned for you— and once again, you've been stood up.

you i'm starting to wonder if any of the people you've tried to set me up with are even real

jiminnie omg they ARE you had a nice time with lisa??

Okay, so you hadn't been stood up for every date. Lisa had been the only person who'd shown up, and she was cute and friendly and you got on like a house on fire, but you'd very quickly found out that she was actually head over heels for her best friend Jennie. You being you, your first date had rapidly turned into you giving your new friend a pep-talk and hyping her up— and suffice to say you've been having weekly girl's brunches with Lisa and her now-girlfriend Jennie ever since. So, yes, technically you haven't been stood up every time, but still.

you yes, my ideal first date involves telling the other person that their best friend is definitely in love with them too :))

jiminnie I'VE ALREADY SAID THAT I'M SORRY :(

you LMAO it's fine, it's always nice to make friends but seriously minnie, like,, if your friends are going to stand me up, could you at least have had the decency to organise the date somewhere less fancy? i spent ages getting ready and noah fence it kind of feels like i just wasted a bunch of my time,,

Jimin doesn't fuck around. From the outside the bar, Dionysus, exudes a quiet aura of exclusivity. Inside, however, it has a surprisingly understated atmosphere despite its namesake being the Grecian god of Getting Turnt, the sleek interior paired with soft lighting and stylish fixtures, elegant. 

Either way, it's the kind of place that warrants you actually pulling out the stops with your outfit and makeup; you rarely have a reason to doll yourself up like this and it makes a nice change of pace, but it seems like you shouldn't have bothered. What's the point in putting on a cute dress and nice heels, or doing your hair and opening your expensive Too Faced eyeshadow palette for the first time, if you're just going to be sitting alone at a bar all night? At least you don't stick out, which is good, you guess.

You are the only person who's alone, though. It's midweek and everyone else is seated around one of the tables, couples and groups that are engaged in quiet discussion or watching the show— there's a small stage where there's a quartet performing live music— but you're perched on one of the barstools, tapping away at your phone, alone. If anyone were to pay any attention it would be obvious that you've been stood up, but they're all too busy having an enjoyable evening to spare a glance at the girl sitting by herself at the bar.

The only person who's paying attention to you is the bartender. He's clearly good at his job, keeping an eye on you and making you feel welcome without seeming like he's hovering; he doesn't act like you're being an inconvenience, but you give him a hefty tip each time you order a new drink anyway. Hoseok might not be turning up tonight but if you've gone to the effort of dressing this nicely and getting a taxi here then goddamn you're going to make the most of it.

It takes forty two minutes and three virgin cocktails before the handsome bartender speaks to you, saying something beyond the customary back and forth you've had so far as he hands you your next mocktail. 

"Are your friends usually this late?"

You let out a little huff of laughter. "Something like that." Normally you'd be more hesitant to speak to a stranger like this, but the bartender's eyes are warm and his smile seems genuine and from what you can tell, he's just making that sure you're okay. "Seems like it'll just be me for tonight."

"You're welcome to stay and wait as long as you like," he says, and you can't help but quirk a grin at him.

"I bet you say that to all the paying customers."

He laughs and raises his hands in surrender. "You got me." And then: "If you want another drink, just give me a shout. I'm Seokjin, but everyone calls me Jin."

"As in, Jin and tonic?" You smile. "Sure. I'll be sure to remember that. I'm Y/n."

"Nice to meet you, Y/n." Jin gives you a grin before disappearing down the other side of the bar to make drinks for some other customers. Your own smile slowly fades, and then turns into a frown, eyes landing on the clock on the wall; Hoseok is forty five minutes late at this point. (You know he's not going to show.) It's been so long that the musicians on the stage have finished their set and are leaving, a different performer about to step on, and you sigh. You'll finish this last drink and then you'll go.

You use your straw to stir the mint leaves and ice cubes around, muddling the flavours in your glass. You haven't really been paying attention to the music before now; you couldn't name the songs that have been performed so far, but they're common enough that you'd recognised the sound of them, the sort of music that most people could hum along to but probably wouldn't know the origin of. Easy listening. Pleasant, but nothing new. It's clearly more about setting a nice backdrop to the bar rather than music for music's sake. A background noise, rather than acting as the focal point of the bar.

You assume this is going to be the case for the next musician, and so you barely pay any mind as the he takes to the stage alone; you're looking down at your glass as he sits at the piano and puts his feet on the pedals and places his hands on the keys, but then, he starts to play.

Your eyes snap up. A chord hangs in the air, extended, haunting; a crescendo into a light melody; the chords dip, waters dark and deep while he weaves the higher notes with infinite softness, ebbing notes that fade into each other, his fingers dancing across the keys with grace and ease. You notice with a throb in your chest that he has no sheet music. He's pulling this music from inside him, his mind, entirely from his own memory.

His eyes are cast down as he watches his hands, but you can see how they slip shut whenever he tilts his head back, fringe hanging over them. His hair is bleached blond but he clearly hasn't been maintaining the look, with dark roots starting to show through. His posture is horrible, his spine a little curved as he slouches forward, and he's not dressed as sharply as the other musicians had been— there's no tie around his neck and he has a multitude of earrings in, rings on his fingers, changing his outfit into something a little messy and different and entirely unique.

He's fucking breathtaking.

Without realising, you've swivelled away from the bar to watch him. Your drink is still clutched in your hand but you pay it no mind, condensation gathering on the cold glass and dripping down your fingers the longer you sit there, ice cubes melting as he finishes his first song and moves onto the next. Same as the first, you don't recognise it, the melody echoing deep in your chest, speaking of some feeling that you can't put a name to, each sliding arpeggio and chord reaching inside you and hanging there, little glowing droplets that shine out like moonlight.

Each of his pieces are entirely different and yet they all feel like him, somehow. Strong and soft and lovely and aching. The water from your glass has pitter-pattered onto your lap, darkening the fabric of your dress in some nameless constellation, but you don't notice. Your world has narrowed down to: the sound of his music, the motions of his hands, the way he bends into the notes, him. 

Your eyes trace his profile, the cat-like eyes, the round of his nose, the pout of his lips, falling into the way he lifts his chin and tilts his head; thoughtless, gorgeous.

You don't realise that it's over until it's over. The final notes hang in the air, crystallising, and then they fade. He finishes with little fanfare, tilting a polite nod at the audience that claps for him, and then he slips off the stage and is gone just as quickly as he had come. You blink, coming back to yourself; you feel like you're rising out of deep water, motions slow and heavy, and you don't know how long you've been sitting there, entirely entranced. You'd been too distracted to clap. You'd just sat and watched in silence as he'd turned to leave, barely sparing the room a glance.

"Good, isn't he?"

Normally you would have startled at Jin's sudden appearance. Instead you just blink again, still trying to shake off the daze you've found yourself in. "Yeah." Your voice is hoarse. You clear your throat and suck in a breath and put your drink down, dripping wetness that leaves a ring on the smooth wood of the bar, and try to speak normally this time, willing your voice to be level. "Yes. He's very good."

"Yoongi is here at the same time every week," Jin supplies, tone conversational, like he's just having a regular chat. Yoongi. His name is Yoongi. You wonder if Jin can hear how your heart is pounding, the galloping hooves of a wild horse that tumble in your chest. You try to keep your expression stoic as you look at him, scared that he'll be able to read what's written across your face— but he's smiling at you in the same way as before. Just a barkeeper who's trying to get a return customer. (Although, you'd swear there was a glint in his eye for the briefest moment, but then it's gone.) "He changes the set each time, if you're interested in coming back to hear something new."

Your mouth feels dry and you swallow, trying to wet your lips. Dionysus is too fancy of a place to ask customers for tips for the musicians, but— "Can I buy him a drink?"

Jin cocks his head at you. "A drink? For Yoongi?"

"Yes," you say. You feel a little shy when you spot his expression, biting your lip. "I just really enjoyed the music, and I'd like to tip him somehow? Is that a normal thing that people do?"

Jin pauses, and then smiles. This smile is a little wider than the ones he's given you before, different, but he seems pleased. "Who cares about what's normal? I'll get a drink to him. What would you like?"

"Um, whatever he prefers," you say. You figure that Jin would have a better idea about what that is than you, which is proven true by his almost instantaneous reply.

"He likes red wine, or whisky, neat. I think tonight is a whisky kind of night." He's already going through the motions of putting the drink together, and you slide him money as he begins to pour. You know nothing about Yoongi but you can't help but feel like the drink suits him— simple, classic, masculine. "Do you want me to pass on a message for you?"

"Um, you can just say that it's from someone who enjoyed the music, I guess?" You giggle a little, feeling awkward and off balance. Jin is looking at you like he's expecting you to say something else, but you just want to express your enjoyment of Yoongi's music and nothing more. You don't— you don't want to be weird, you just like the sound of his piano playing.

Jin disappears into the back with the glass of whisky, and you finish the watery remnants of your drink before you leave, ice cubes completely melted in the— wow— forty minutes that Yoongi had been playing. It hadn't felt that long at all.

It's not until you're stepping through your front door that you realise you haven't looked at your phone since before the beginning of Yoongi's set. Jimin's messages have been changing from apologetic to concerned to downright frantic.

jiminnie Y/N BLINK TWICE IF YOU NEED HELP

you how many times should i blink if i don't need help?

jiminnie omg you're ALIVE where were you?? i was starting to get worried

you sorry i got distracted! but i'm fine, i'm at home hoseok never showed

jiminnie yeah i know :(( he messaged me saying he had an emergency and couldn't make it tonight but he's free this weekend??

you … remember when i said that this was the last blind date i was going to go on?

jiminnie it doesn't count as a date if hyung never turned up!!!

you that isn't true and you know it omg minnie… i appreciate what you're trying to do but pls bb. let it rest

jiminnie i just want you to be happy :((

you i don't have to be in a relationship to be happy

jiminnie you said you were lonely!

you omg i was DRUNK let it GO besides being stood up by multiple blind dates isn't going to help me feel less lonely lmao i get that you're happy in your relationship with kookie and you want to spread that happiness but you don't have to!! i'm fine!! yeah i get lonely sometimes but what single person doesn't?? i'm happy being by myself hhhhh

jiminnie fine :(( but if you change your mind, hobi-hyung would still love to meet you!

As you kick off your heels, humming a bar of Yoongi's music to yourself, you think that Hoseok probably shouldn't bother holding his breath.

(That night, when you sleep, you dream of dark eyes and the press of a sinfully perfect cupid's bow against your own lips, a pair of large hands drawing noises from you like a glissando, rings cool against your heated skin.)

–

Wednesday nights become a ritual of sorts. You get dressed, do your hair, match your makeup to your outfit and shoes, coordinating your look into something that doesn't look out of place in Dionysus before you hop into a taxi and make your way to the bar.

You're a firm regular by now. Your seat has become just that, your seat, the same one you'd been sitting in the first time you'd been there; it's towards the dimmer lights at the back and so you're sitting further away from the stage than you might like, but at least you can see the whole room from here. You turn up twenty minutes before Yoongi's set and Jin always greets you warmly when he sees you: you've quickly come to enjoy your chats. Jin is always unashamedly himself and the two of you joke and laugh as he works, but he always knows to leave you alone as soon as Yoongi steps onto the stage. 

For the next forty minutes the rest of the world fades away as you drink Yoongi and his music in, listen to the lilting notes he coaxes out of the piano, watch how his fingers rest on each key before he slides into his next piece, reverent.

You never ever explicitly mention Yoongi in your conversations with Jin, though. The bartender seems to bring the musician up anyway; he does it smoothly, in a way that's utterly casual, and he seems to know a surprising amount about someone who is, by all accounts, a very private person. (You're not complaining about the fact that you now know that Yoongi wears Kumamon slippers because his feet get cold easily— "he's cold blooded, like a lizard," apparently— but you do wonder how Jin knows that.)

The Yoongi that Jin describes is just as beautiful as the man you see on stage, but less mysterious, less distant— and yet he still intimidates you. 

Jin might be his friend but to you Yoongi is unapproachable. Untouchable. To him you're just a nameless face in the audience, nothing more. His eyes will slide across the room before he starts his performance, but he never seems to notice you; it's no surprise, sitting where you do, in an area of relative darkness in comparison to the rest of the bar, and once he sits down he only looks at the piano under his hands. He has no eyes for anything else. You're far enough away and his lashes are cast so low that even when his eyes are open it's hard for you to see where he's looking, and the shadow of his fringe hides how his pupils scan his hands as he plays, anyway.

Every week, when the set draws to a close, Jin is already pouring Yoongi's whisky or wine and you slide him the exact amount of change. Every week, Jin asks if you want to pass on a message, and every week, you say the same thing: that it's from someone who enjoyed the music. And that's that. Jin will disappear to give Yoongi his drink and you'll finish your own drink in quiet solitude before you slide off your barstool to go home.

(The only thing that's changed over the weeks is that the music Yoongi plays seems to be a little lighter and— dare you say— happier? He still looks down at the piano with the same intensity, still lays his hands on the keys with the same delicate pressing weight before he begins to play— but with some songs he seems to be teasing the music out, flirting with each note, eyelashes fluttering as he lifts his chin and moves his hands.

You're not a musician by any means, so you don't know how to describe it with any sort of accuracy or terminology, but to you it's like the deep waters of Yoongi's music have been cut through with light, beams of sun rippling through the dark blue. You don't know what's caused this change, the slow uplift in his mood throughout the weeks, but you hope he manages to keep hold of it, whatever it is.)

Between work and studying and volunteering and making time to see friends, you don't often have time entirely to yourself, and so Wednesday nights are a rare moment of peace during your otherwise busy week. That's why when Jimin says that he's had to rearrange your weekly film night to Wednesday— because he and Jungkook are going down to Busan to see each other's families this weekend— you decline. 

Jimin is rendered speechless and demands to know why.

"I'm busy," is your answer. Jimin doesn't buy it.

"You're never too busy for movie night," he says. "Wednesday is the only night we're all free."

"Well, I'm not free, Minnie. Sorry," you say. His head is in your lap, your fingers gently stroking his hair, and you can easily see the way his face contorts with disbelief as he stares up at you.

"Do you hear that, babe? Y/n is too busy for our weekly tradition." Jimin sounds scandalised.

Jimin is stretched out between the two of you— while his head is in your lap, his feet are in Jungkook's, the younger man idly massaging his boyfriend's ankles and feet. "Yes, babe, I heard," Jungkook says, indulgent.

"What's more important than movie night?" Jimin lifts one of his legs and Jungkook turns his attention to that one, digging his fingers into the arch of Jimin's foot. Jimin sighs in relief, but then turns the full force of his stare back at you. "We were going to watch Spirited Away. You love Spirited Away."

"I'm just busy," you say, and that had been your mistake. You should have had some sort of credible reason but you hadn't been prepared, and while he hadn't made it obvious at the time, Jimin had latched onto your vague excuse, sniffing out weakness like a shark with blood in the water. If you'd been paying attention you'd have noticed, but you hadn't paid attention and so you hadn't noticed. (Whoops.)

And so, Wednesday night that week is the same as always; Yoongi plays his music, you fall a little bit more in love, and pass your compliments to him with Jin as the mouthpiece. You go home, wash your makeup off, and arch into the touch of your own hand while imagining it's someone else's fingers sliding across your skin. Routine. Normal. Uninterrupted. Peaceful.

The next week, however, it all goes to shit.

Okay. Maybe that's a little dramatic. It's not as bad as all that. The night starts as normal: you're on your stool, and you have your drink, and you have ten minutes until Yoongi is due to play, shifting to get comfortable, crossing your legs.

But then: 

"Oh my God, you're wearing your come fuck me heels," comes Jimin's voice from behind you, and your blood turns to ice.

You turn on the barstool so fast you almost fall off it. You come face to face with Jimin who has an expression of what can only be described as sheer delight on his face. He's even dressed appropriately for the bar, a silk shirt tucked into his Very Tight jeans and a subtle smoky eye to top it off; Jungkook looks nice, too, but you have no doubt that he's only here under sufferance, if the infinitely apologetic look on his face is anything to go by.

"Jimin?" Your voice comes out as a hiss. If you were a cat your back would be up and your hackles would be raised and all your fur would be on end, your entire body going into fight mode. "What are you doing here?"

"I had to see for myself what was more important than movie night," Jimin says simply, like it's obvious. "So here we are."

"Sorry, Y/n," Jungkook apologises from over his boyfriend's shoulder. Jimin ignores him.

You can feel how your face is starting to flush, your skin crawling with embarrassment. You change your outfit every week and your friends have managed to turn up on the one week where you've cycled into what could probably be considered your most promiscuous one, the hem of your dress high and the cut of it low, along with shoes that Jimin had rightfully named as your Come Fuck Me heels. It wasn't because you were trying to seduce anyone but you only have so many items in your wardrobe that are appropriate for Dionysus. 

"How did you find me?"

"I have my ways," Jimin says mysteriously.

"He stalked your Bitmoji on Snapchat. Ow." Jungkook pouts as Jimin slaps his arm. "Sorry, again. I said we should leave you alone but Jimin said we should check in case you'd been kidnapped because you never willingly go into bars."

You're interrupted by Jin, who'd been busy serving someone when your idiot friends had turned up; he leans across the bar and touches your shoulder and fixes Jimin and Jungkook with the most intimidating look you've ever seen on his face. You know Jin as a light-hearted pun master, harmless and goofy and approachable, a great friend— but right now he looks like some sort of beautiful guardian angel, broad shouldered and narrow eyed and honestly, pretty menacing. 

"Are you alright?" He keeps his eyes on the other two men as he speaks. "Are these guys bothering you?"

Jimin, rather than looking cowed, looks like he's reached a stage of absolute euphoria, eyes darting between Jin's hand on your shoulder to your face. Jungkook's face, meanwhile, is doing that thing it does whenever someone issues him some kind of challenge, his sweetness abruptly being swallowed by his competitive side and his stubborn refusal to lose anything. You're the only person who has the power to save this situation before it goes absolutely tits up, and you swallow down a resigned sigh.

"I'm fine, thank you, Jin," you say, looking at him with a smile as you pat the hand on your shoulder. "Unfortunately these guys are my friends, much to my infinite suffering. Well, Jungkook's alright. Jimin is the one who's the pain."

"Hey," Jimin whines. Jungkook looks quietly pleased, but pretends to scowl when Jimin looks at him, offended on his boyfriend's behalf.

Jin still seems unhappy but pulls his hand back. "Alright," he says, but then he pitches his voice low so that only you can hear: "If you need any help, just ask me for a rum and soda, okay?"

You always order mocktails whenever you're here, wanting to stay completely sober so that you can enjoy Yoongi's playing with all the attention it deserves. You've never asked for anything alcoholic, least of all a rum and soda. Although you really are okay, you can't help but be warmed by Jin's concern for you and how he's offering you this careful, considerate lifeline in case you need it. "I will do. Thanks, Jinnie."

He smiles at you and then gives Jungkook and Jimin one final frown before going to deal with a gaggle of customers who've gathered at the other end of the bar. While Jungkook remains standing, taking in the interior of the bar with wide eyes, Jimin slides onto the stool next to yours.

"He's fucking hot," Jimin says with no preamble, eyeing Jin without shame as the bartender starts to pour and mix different drinks. Jungkook makes a disgruntled noise but settles when Jimin pats him fondly on the butt. "I'm not surprised you're wearing those heels. I would too if I were you."

"Oh my God, Jimin." You hide your face in your hands. "Jin is just a friend, please don't make this weird."

"Come on, Y/n, it's okay," Jimin says reassuringly as he pats your shoulder, replacing Jin's touch with his own. "The blind dates might not have worked out, but you've met someone nice so that's good! I mean, you did meet him because I organised the date here in the first place, but I'll let that slide. Also I can't believe you missed movie night because of a boy and you didn't tell me, but I'll let that slide too because I love you."

Park Jimin is your best friend. Park Jimin meddles in your life despite your protestations and isn't beyond being passive aggressive to get his way, but Park Jimin is also one of the nicest people you know and everything he does is because he loves you and will do whatever he thinks is necessary to reach his end goal of making you happy. He's magnanimous and kind and caring, and he also has absolutely the wrong idea right now, clearly under the impression that you're attracted to Seokjin and have been flirting with him for however many weeks it's been since you were meant to meet Hoseok here.

"No, seriously, Jimin, it's not Jin." You look at Jimin through the gaps in your fingers. "He's cute, yeah, but I don't come here because of him."

Your friend looks genuinely baffled, hand stilling on your shoulder. "Then why are you here?"

And, with perfect timing— as if your life is some badly written film or romantic drama— the clock ticks over to 8pm and Yoongi steps onto the stage. His hair is dark, blond replaced with black a few weeks ago, though it's still long enough that it hangs in his eyes; he looks a little ragged around the edges, a little messy, a little tired, and altogether beautiful. You want to touch the coolness of your fingertips to the dark circles under his eyes, want to press kisses across each of his bony knuckles, want to let your tongue settle in the hollow of his neck that shows each time he leans back and tilts his head up just so.

You hadn't even meant to but you'd turned away from Jimin the second you'd heard piano notes begin to play, drawn in by the sound like a moth to a flame. Jimin's hand falls off your shoulder and you hear him breathe out a quiet oh of realisation. You tear your eyes away from the sight of Yoongi at the piano and turn on your stool to face the bar again, gripping your glass with both hands, shoulders hunched.

"I like to watch him play," you say, and your voice is near a whisper, so as not to detract from the music.

"It's beautiful," Jungkook says, speaking before Jimin can say anything. His voice is quiet, too, not wanting to break over the sound of the piano. 

And so you hear with absolute clarity as Yoongi shifts mid-song into something different and it startles you. Yoongi always varies his music, always has something new, but you've been here often enough that you had recognised the opening song— it was one of your favourites— and you know that he's cut himself off before finishing, soft melody jumping into the opening bars of something different, sharper, a little angry, maybe sorrowful. Something that pulls at you and demands your attention.

Of course you give it to him. You swing your head away from your drink to watch him once more, watch how his motions have changed, the way he surges forward and presses his weight into his arms and down into his hands, his fingertips, the keys. You turn your entire body at this point, settling in your usual position for when you watch Yoongi; you see how his head tilts and he shifts from a minor into a major key, the same notes and chords transformed from something pensive into something joyful as he leans away from the heavier hands he'd been forcing the keys down with.

"How long does this go on for?" Jimin asks.

"About thirty or forty minutes," you answer. Though you turn your head back over your shoulder so that Jimin can hear you, you keep your eyes fixed on Yoongi. It's probably entirely coincidental, the sudden change in his music coinciding with when you turned away from him and when you looked back. He's not playing for you, he's playing for the whole bar, and besides, he's been looking down at the piano the whole time. He hasn't been looking at you.

And yet. The idea that Yoongi has noticed you and wants you to watch him has something hot settling low in your belly.

Jimin leans forward so that his chin is on your shoulder, talking directly into your ear as his hands wrap around your waist from behind. "This is the guy?"

Yoongi finishes the song and you watch in captivation as he swallows and runs a hand through his hair before he starts the next one. He's never done that before. Fuck. "Yes. Yoongi's the guy."

"Do you wait until he's finished so you can speak with him?" Jimin asks, ever curious.

You pause. "No," you admit. "No, I've never actually spoken to him."

Jimin doesn't ask why you've been coming back to see a guy you don't know and haven't talked to. He just hums gently. Jimin is pushy but he's also understanding and empathetic and knows what to say, when to press forward and when to hold back. It's one of the reasons you love him so much.

Jimin lapses into silence as Yoongi starts the next piece. It's one you haven't heard before and it's a little fiercer than most of Yoongi's recent songs. Rather than each note sliding into the next, he hammers them out separately, each note a statement that builds into something larger, a provocation. A storm gathering above Yoongi's waters, threatening to pull you in, pull you under.

Behind you, you hear Jungkook and Jimin briefly murmuring to each other, then Jimin's hands slide from off your waist and you hear the sound of him shifting so that Jungkook can sit down, Jimin using his boyfriend's lap as a chair instead. You have to wonder if the barstools can actually support that kind of weight, but Jin doesn't come over to tell them off, so you figure it must be okay.

On stage, Yoongi's hands pause, an uncharacteristic caesura that breaks the flow of the notes he'd been stringing together before he resumes playing as if this hiccup had never occurred. To anyone else, it would sound like that break was meant to be there, but you know better. You know Yoongi had faltered.

No way.

No way?

He's paying attention to you.

(Oh, shit.)

No way.

You're suddenly so overwhelmed that you actually feel nauseous. You've been consumed with thoughts of Yoongi for weeks, had images of him playing you just as easily as he does that piano, thoughts of him laying you out bare beneath him, but the idea that Yoongi actually knows who you are? Is aware of you on some level? Wants your eyes on him?

Fuck. 

It's too much. 

You're already off kilter from Jimin and Jungkook's arrival— as harmless as their appearance was meant to be— and this is the cherry on top. You don't know if you can keep your composure right now and you need to get away from Yoongi before you end up walking onto the stage and pulling him off that stupid piano stool to show him exactly how much you enjoy his music.

"Jimin? Jungkook? How about you say we go to a club and get absolutely shitfaced?"

You haven't looked away from Yoongi in the time that you've said this, but you can just feel the confusion emanating from the men behind you.

"But you—"

"I thought—"

"We're already dressed up, aren't we? Besides, I still owe you for film night, so drinks are on me."

There's little argument from them after that. For the first time since you've been coming here you leave before Yoongi's set is done, slipping out of the bar without noticing Jin's confused gaze on you. 

It's not until much later, once you've drunkenly fallen onto Jimin and Jungkook's couch, that the sober part of your brain whispers to you: you didn't buy Yoongi his drink.

(That night you dream of stormy skies and tattered sails and a capsizing ship. Once you wake, the memory of the dream quickly leaves you, and the last thing you remember is the sight of someone reaching towards you, pulling you out of the water, skin pale and head ringed with blond hair, a halo— and then you forget that too, slipping through your fingers like quicksand.)

–

Of course you go back to Dionysus the next week. You make Jimin promise that he won't turn up without warning again, and then you make Jungkook promise that he'll at least send you a heads-up message if Jimin changes his mind. Despite both these promises, after the debacle last week with your outfit, you've actually bought new clothes, so at least today you don't feel as scandalous. (You still look hot, though.)

You're grateful when Jin doesn't press you for details or ask why you left early last week. He just greets you like he normally does and predicts your order with his usual aptitude, and as you stir your drink with your straw, you have to wonder at what happened. You're probably overreacting, overthinking things, grasping at nothing; there is not a chance in hell that Min Yoongi, reclusive piano savant, has noticed you. No way. Nuh-uh.

He's probably only aware of your existence because of the repeated drinks you've had Jin foist on him. If anything he's probably annoyed at you after not tipping him with last week— he's probably come to expect them by now and you'd forced him to miss out. Maybe you'll get Jin to give him two drinks this week? Ooh, then again, maybe not. Is two shots of whisky a lot? People drink doubles, don't they. How strong is the wine he likes, anyway?

Yoongi's appearance on stage pulls you out of your thoughts. He makes his way up the steps, towards the piano, scans the room— and then for the first time since you've been coming here to watch him, he stops.

He stops because he's looking at you.

It's only for the briefest moment, eyes resting on you for maybe five seconds, and then you breathlessly watch as his mouth twists into something that can only be described as a smirk, pleased at the sight of you.

Oh, God.

He looks away and sits at the piano like he normally does, but you would swear that his back is a little straighter— something in his posture that reads as cockiness, even. He launches into a song that starts light but then almost immediately dances into something flirtatious, seductive, and tonight whenever Yoongi glances at you, he makes sure that you know. He turns his head just so, looks at you through the curve of his lashes, each touch of those dark eyes against your own sending little shivers through you, punching the breath out of your lungs.

You've always been entranced by Yoongi and tonight is no different. The minutes slide by as easy as water, liquid, music gliding over you like the rising tide, kissing your skin like the ebb and flow of the waves. It feels like he's barely started when his set is over and he's finished, standing up with as little ostentation as always before he vanishes off the stage.

You already have the money counted out before Jin has made his way over. You slide it towards him as he pours the whisky, but rather than asking if you have a message to pass to Yoongi, a look of consternation passes over his face.

"The price has gone up," Jin says, and you blink.

"Oh, that's no problem. How much is it now?" You're reaching for your purse to get more money out when Jin puts the whisky on the bar in front of you.

"No, don't worry, I'll just go out back and get the right change for you," he says. He says it with such confidence that it takes you a beat too long to realise that what he's just said makes no sense— why is he getting you change if you haven't even given him enough money? Isn’t there change in the till?— but by this point he's already gone, the staff door swinging shut behind him. 

You tilt your head, beyond confused.

Someone chuckles from behind you, the sound quiet and low. "Ah, cute."

You twist in your seat to see who's talking and then freeze. Yoongi is standing right there, looking at you with his dark, dark eyes; it's the first time you've been subjected to the full intensity of his gaze, from this close, and your pulse picks up. He looks a little softer without the lights of the small stage throwing him into sharp relief but his aura is just as intense; your eyes dart across each feature of his face as you drink him in— the mess of his fringe hanging into his sharp eyes, the faintest freckle on his nose, his surprisingly cute cheeks, his pink mouth.

The mouth that's curving into a sly little smile, now, your eyes flying back up to meet his own.

"I'm guessing this is for me?" He points at the whisky. He takes it before you can answer, and there's something unfairly erotic about how he drinks it: the way he holds the glass, swirling the whisky over the chilled rocks inside; the way his mouth falls open as the tumbler touches his lips; the way his head tilts back as he lets the liquor flow into his mouth, adam's apple bobbing as he swallows.

You shamelessly watch him the whole time. He lowers the glass from his lips, still a little parted as he takes a breath in, and then he's looking back at you. You have to bite back a noise that's risen up in your throat, unbidden. Does he know how much he affects you? 

You adjust your position on the barstool, thoughtlessly uncrossing and recrossing your legs as you regain your balance. Yoongi's eyes fly down to watch the motion and you're close enough to him that you see how his pupils dilate at the movement. A breath escapes your mouth, a little pant of air that you desperately mask as a cough as you try to calm the racing of your heart, the flood of arousal that's pulsing through you.

"I'm glad you like the whisky," you say, your voice steady despite how your legs feel like they're about to give out. (Thank god you're sitting down.) "I'm sorry to have deprived you of it last week."

Yoongi's shifted so that he's leaning against the bar. He's standing while you're still sitting and you have to tilt your head back to look at him. "You did seem like you were in an awful hurry," he says, a teasing lilt to his tone, and yet his voice is still so low, deeper than you'd imagined.

Despite the levity in his words there's something heavy in his gaze. "Oh?" You can't help but react to it, helpless and unable to resist. "You noticed me leaving?"

Yoongi's eyes sharpen. Hooked. "Of course," he says. "You're the only thing I pay attention to when I'm here. You have been from the first night you walked in."

Your breath catches in your throat. You hadn't expected Yoongi to say something so forthright, to be so direct, more used to coy flirtation from the other people you've met in the past; it's like you've been dipped in cold water, a shock to the system, bracing and invigorating and refreshing.

"Oh," you say, at a loss with how to respond. Yoongi seems pleased to have gotten this reaction out of you, the corners of his lips curving upwards in a self satisfied smile.

"Besides," he adds, "I find it flattering that not only do you come here every week to watch me, you always make sure to make your appreciation known, too." He lifts the glass up and takes another drink, but this time he keeps his eyes locked on yours as he does, gaze unwavering as he finishes his drink. The rocks tumble over themselves as he sets the glass down on the bar, lower lip wet with a drop of whisky that lingers; his tongue sweeps across it and leaves a sheen, catching the light, shining. You can't tear your eyes away from the sight. "It would have been hard to ignore that even if I'd wanted to."

A shiver trickles down your spine. You'd really only ever meant it as a compliment, a quiet way to express your admiration about his craft, and you have to ask— "How long have you been playing the piano?"

This question seems to throw Yoongi off kilter. You see the way his lashes flutter as he blinks with surprise. "For as long as I can remember," he says, and then a small smile appears on his lips. "When I was young I had a toy piano that I constantly used to hammer at, so when I grew up a little, my parents bought the real thing so that I could learn how to play."

He sounds nostalgic and your heart squeezes in your chest. "You're self-taught, right?" You ask, remembering something Jin had told you before. 

Yoongi looks briefly startled. "Yes, I am," he says, and then his eyes narrow. "Did Jin tell you that?"

"Um, yeah." You squirm a little on the barstool. "Sorry, should I not have said anything about it?"

"No, no, you're okay. It's just that Jin says a lot of things, and I'm just wondering what else he said to you." Yoongi's tone is weirdly pained.

The concern is obvious on his face, and you wonder if Jin is to Yoongi what Jimin is to you— well-meaning but maybe a little overwhelming in their approach. 

"All good things, I promise. I love dogs, too." You smile up at Yoongi, who seems a little taken aback, and the smile starts to drop off your face. "Um. Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." For all that Yoongi was smirking earlier, he seems a little unsure now. You feel confused, waiting as Yoongi clearly turns some thoughts over in his head, and then he says: "What exactly has Jin told you?"

You smile. You recognise that tone, the nonchalance that hides a little worry— it's exactly how you sound whenever you find out that Jimin has been speaking to someone about you, even if it's always positively. "Oh, just bits and pieces," you say. Feeling bold, you pat the barstool next to you, tilting your head invitingly. "Why don't you tell me about yourself instead so we can see if Jin was lying to me?"

Yoongi looks genuinely startled, his eyes widening imperceptibly before the expression wipes off his face as if nothing had happened. "Why not," he says, as if in equal parts to himself and to you, before he takes a seat.

Here's what you learn about Yoongi: he's intense, yes, and soft spoken, but as you continue to talk, he begins to loosen up, bit by bit. When he laughs he smiles so wide that his eyes squeeze shut and you can see his gums and you're so fucking endeared at the sight. He's sharp and smart and witty and just so, so intriguing. 

You prop your elbow on the bar and rest your cheek in your hand as he talks, wanting to take everything in, and you rapidly realise that Min Yoongi is less of an enigma than you'd thought, but just as complex as you'd expected— and you want to unravel that complexity. If he'll let you.

You've been talking for so long that the bar has started to empty out, patrons trickling away, the two of you so engrossed with each other that you barely notice. You find out that Jin and Yoongi are actually roommates, best friends, and that Jin is as chaotic as you'd expect and is also very good at drawing Yoongi into his shenanigans; you throw your head back to laugh at one of his stories, and when you catch your breath you find Yoongi looking at you, watching you with an expression on his face that makes you pause. He's been watching you intently all night, listening quietly whenever you talk, but this expression, this is new. He swallows.

"Can I ask something?"

You blink. "Sure, go ahead."

"Why did you keep coming back?" Yoongi asks, and that's not a question you'd been expecting at all.

"Uh," you say eloquently. "Well. Honestly? I couldn't stay away, I guess. I'm not really a musician, and I don't know a lot about the piano, but there's something in your music and the way you play— every song makes me feel something different and new, or reminds me of something I haven't felt, places I haven't been to, but I feel like I know somehow. Like I'm nostalgic for something that I haven't experienced, that doesn't exist. It's almost like you're taking my hand and showing me around some hidden part of the world that only you can see— like you've made it into music because that's the only way you can communicate it. How could I not come back after that?" You pause. "Um. Does that make sense? I feel like it didn't. Sorry?"

Yoongi's been watching you as you've been talking, silent, and by the time you've finished his mouth has fallen open a little. He stares at you for a few moments longer, and then he says: "Holy shit." And then he says: "Oh my God." And then he says: "What the fuck."

"… I guess it didn't make sense, then?" Despite the ease of your earlier conversation you suddenly feel awkward, laughing a little as your legs uncross so that you can shuffle to the edge of your barstool. Ready to hop up and make a quick get away if you need to. Run away from the embarrassment. "Um."

"Y/n," Yoongi says, and you realise with a start that you haven't introduced yourself to him throughout your whole conversation— Jin must have told him your name— but then he keeps talking. "I thought you just— I don't know, that you just kept coming back because of me. Not the music. Then Jin kept talking about you and—" 

He makes a frustrated noise at the back of his throat and runs a hand through his hair; you stare at his bared forehead, and it says about how attracted you are to him that the sight of his forehead is enough to set your heart racing. "I thought that maybe if I let this happen just one time that it would be enough, but now I don't think it will."

"Yoongi." You're confused, unsure if you've correctly understood what he's just said. "Let what happen one time? What are you talking about?"

"Touching you," Yoongi says. "Fucking you." His voice is a rasp and the sound of it, the sound of his words, shoots straight through you and into your core. "I thought the drinks were— I don't know, an invitation. But they weren't, were they? You really meant it. You really like my music. And me."

Yoongi's voice is hoarse and you come to the realisation that he feels tense. Like he can accept that you want to have sex with him, but he's bowled over by the idea that you're attracted to the other parts, too, as few of those as you know. That you genuinely enjoy what he plays. That you think it's the most beautiful sound you've ever heard.

"Yoongi," you say, tone deceptively gentle. "I really, really like your music, and I think you're an incredibly talented musician, and I've been memorising everything Jin's been telling me about you because I think you're one of the most interesting people I've ever come across and I'd really like to get to know more about you. So I'm really glad to have had the opportunity to talk to you like this." You gesture between the two of you, sitting as you are, facing towards each other on your barstools. And then you brace yourself to take the leap, to throw yourself into uncharted waters. "However, I am also insanely attracted to you and I've spent the past I-don't-know-how-many weeks picturing you bending me over that piano and fucking me so hard that I can't walk straight."

Yoongi freezes in the middle of rubbing the back of his neck, a clearly nervous habit. Though your voice has kept steady while you've been talking, your heart has been thrumming in your chest the whole time, feeling as nervous as Yoongi looks. Something flickers across his face, and his hand drops away from his neck as he straightens, pushing himself off from where he's been leaning against the bar.

"Oh?" He leans towards you. Your legs unthinkingly part as he moves, the material of your dress hitching up as you spread your knees so that he can get closer. "So you do want me to fuck you?"

His nervousness seems to be entirely gone, emboldened by your words. One of his hands comes up to cup the back of your head, fingers sliding into your hair as he holds you in place, at his mercy. He's barely touched you but the feeling of contact makes you bite back a whimper. Even though it's darker here and you're away from the tables, away from the few remaining patrons of the bar, the two of you are in plain sight even under the dimmed lights; you're not doing anything illicit or inappropriate but a little thrill trickles down your spine at the idea.

"Yoongi," you breathe.

"What is it, babygirl?" He tips his head down as he moves closer, his nose brushing yours, each of his words a warm curl across your lips. "Tell me."

The pet name sends a shiver through you. Your hands rise from your lap, sliding over his chest to touch lightly at his neck, a little shy, a little bold. "I want you to kiss me."

"Oh?" Yoongi's mouth is so close to yours, and when you tilt forward to kiss him, he stays just out of your reach, leaving you wanting. "You think you deserve a kiss, do you?"

You can't help but make a little noise, a petulant whine at the back of your throat. He has you entirely at his mercy and he knows it. "Please," you say. "Please, Yoongi, wanna kiss you so bad."

The smile he gives you in reply is wicked. "How can I say no when you've asked so politely?"

Yoongi finally, finally dips his head down and then he's kissing you with such intensity it steals the breath out of you. It's open-mouthed and wet and dirty, his tongue sliding into your mouth in between taking your top and bottom lips between his own, alternating, sucking on them and lapping at them with his tongue. You chase after his mouth with your own, roll your tongues together, hands sliding over the smooth skin of his throat as they circle behind his neck, but then Yoongi pulls away; you bite that needy whine back again, kiss cut short far sooner than you would have liked.

Yoongi is taking the sight of you in, eyes lingering on your shining lips, and then he's rising to stand. You're shaken out of your kiss-induced haze when he does, a little confused, but he takes your hand in his and you let him lift up, pressing a surprisingly tender kiss to the back of your knuckles.

"Do you want to get out of here?" His voice is pitched low, deep with a promise of pleasure to come, and you shiver.

"God, I thought you'd never ask," you say in a rush, and he just laughs quietly at your obvious desperation.

"Come on, then." He helps you off the barstool, your hand still in his— god, his hands are so big and his touch is so warm. His eyes are dark as he watches the way you reach to rearrange the hem of your dress with your free hand, but he beats you to it, palm flattening the material against your legs; his fingers dance just under the edge as he straightens it, hand sliding over the skin of your inner thigh and lingering before he pulls away.

"You're shameless," you say, a little breathless, and Yoongi just smirks at you. Tease.

Your fingers remain tangled with his as he leads you behind the bar and through the staff door. Jin's out back, scrolling through something on his phone, but as soon as you walk in he abandons whatever he's doing and raises his eyebrows. He looks surprisingly severe. "Customers aren't allowed back here."

Your eyes widen, but then Jin's serious expression cracks and he starts to laugh. Although he's joking and clearly doesn't care, you feel a little guilty at breaking the rules and duck behind Yoongi, shy. Yoongi snorts and holds a middle finger up at the bartender.

Jin gasps theatrically, clutching his chest while looking askance. "I raise you from birth and this is the thanks I get?"

"You're one year older than me, hyung."

"I carry you in my womb for nine months and birth you into this world and you— oh, okay, you technically shouldn't be doing that either," Jin says, stopping mid-sentence as Yoongi decides his hyung has been talking for too long and turns away from him to start kissing you again, shameless as he tugs you close to him and licks into your mouth; you immediately fall back into him, unable to resist. "Jesus Christ, Yoongi."

Once you part, you bury your head into Yoongi's chest as his arms come around you, hiding your embarrassment in Yoongi's dress shirt. "Sorry, Jinnie," you say, muffled.

"You are absolutely not to blame here, Y/n, you are an angel and a sweetheart." Jin's tone is soothing. "Yoongi, however, is a tiny evil gremlin who needs to learn how to control himself. Though I can't blame him, you are very cute."

"Hyung, I need the apartment tonight," Yoongi says without preamble. You wriggle in the circle of his arms. You're not normally this timid but Yoongi is just so direct and blasé with Jin that you can't help but feel a little shy, as hot and bothered as you are.

"I'll crash at Joon's," the bartender says. He’s obviously not surprised. You lift your head from Yoongi's chest to look at Jin and find that he's smiling at you. "If Yoongi starts to bother you, just whap him on the nose. I find a rolled up newspaper works best if you have one to hand."

"I'll kill you, Kim Seokjin," Yoongi says.

Jin just laughs as he waves the two of you off and you take the initiative to start pulling Yoongi towards the back door. He comes easily, but once the door has swung shut behind you he takes the lead again and guides you towards his car. He lets go of your hand so that he can unlock it, swinging the passenger door open for you, and he's unabashed in how he watches you step in and eyes the way your dress hitches up again as you slide into your seat; he leans against the car and just stares at you.

There's honestly nothing sexier when someone clearly wants you as much as you want them. It makes you feel bold, drunk on the way he looks at you. 

You glance up at him through your lashes. "The sooner we get to yours, the sooner you can have me," you say.

Yoongi curses under his breath. "You're going to be the death of me."

Surprisingly enough, though, he keeps his hands to himself when he gets behind the wheel. You can't help but feel a little surprised; you don't know how close Yoongi's home is to the bar, but you very rapidly tire of waiting to feel his hands on you again and so you lean over the centre console and press a fleeting kiss just behind his ear.

Yoongi doesn't outwardly react, continuing to stare at the road, so you take this as a challenge. You slide one of your hands onto his thigh— for balance, of course— and kiss behind his ear again, tug his lobe with your teeth, mindful of his piercings, and then proceed to trail little kisses down his neck and the little slither of his collarbone that you can reach without his shirt getting in the way. You finally get to lick your tongue in the hollow of his neck that you've been thinking about for weeks.

Yoongi's hands tighten on the steering wheel. Jackpot. 

"Y/n," he says, voice low, and you're so close to his throat that you can hear the rumble behind his words. You love it. "You should stop now, or we're not going to make it to my apartment."

You go still. Yoongi continues to look at the road but his knuckles are white with how hard he's gripping the wheel, and when you glance down you can see how much you've affected him, cock hardening in his slacks. It would be so easy to slide your hand up his thigh and finally touch him, have him pull over and wreck you, but you want something more than a quick fumble in the seat of a car. 

So you just press your lips lightly against the line of his jaw one last time. You let yourself breathe in the dark scent of his cologne— pinewood and pepper and something deeper— before you pull back, folding your hands in your lap demurely, trying to force yourself to be content with waiting.

"Good girl," Yoongi says. You can't help but preen; you don't normally respond to praise like this, but something about Yoongi just makes you want to please him, hear him compliment you again. Yoongi glances at you, a little flicker of realisation as he sees how you've just reacted to his words, and his eyes darken. "You like that, baby? Like being a good girl for me?"

Fuck. "Yes." Your pulse is rising. You've been craving Yoongi for weeks, but god, if he asked you to go home right now, sent you home without touching you, you'd go, just to hear him call you a good girl again. But you don't want him to leave you untouched, you don't want that at all. "I want you to touch me, Yoongi," you say. "I'll be a good girl, please just touch me."

"Fuck." Yoongi's foot presses down on the accelerator. He's never wanted to live closer to the bar before, but the sight of you staring at him from his passenger seat and rubbing your thighs together in a desperate attempt to give yourself some relief is making him rethink his housing location. "I will, baby. We'll be there soon."

Soon turns out to be less than five minutes, scarcely any time at all, though each second is torturous in how long it feels. Yoongi's careless in how he parks the car, wonky within the lines of his spot, but neither of you notice or care. You fumble with the buckle of your belt, climbing out of the car as quickly as you can and slamming the door shut with more power than you probably need to, noise loud in the quiet of the night.

Before you can react, however, Yoongi is rounding the car and grabbing you, pressing you against the metal and glass of the door. One of his hands slips under your thigh, lifting your leg and shoving the hem of your dress out of the way so that he can grind against you; you gasp at the feeling of his growing hardness against the dampness of your underwear, and Yoongi leans forward to swallow the sound into his mouth. 

The kiss is rushed and desperate, but you love the messiness of it. Yoongi pulls away to press his lips against the side of your mouth, your cheek, your jaw, your neck, mouthing at the jumping pulse he finds there. You start to make small ah-ah noises when he laves his tongue over it, one of your hands tangling in his hair as you tilt your head back, each of his touches fizzing like electricity on your skin.

"P-people could see," you stutter, struggling to catch your breath with how good his mouth feels on you.

Yoongi smirks against your skin. "I thought you wanted me to touch you," he says, but immediately relents, pulling away from you so he can lead you into the building. You miss the heat of his body against yours but he keeps hold of your hand as you follow him; it's late and the building seems quiet, so you're mindful of just how loud your high heels sound as they clack on the floor, though Yoongi doesn't seem to care.

When you step into the apartment you reach down for the straps on your shoes so you can kick them off but Yoongi stops you with a hand to your shoulder. It's a light touch but you stop immediately, glancing up from your feet to his face.

"Let me," he says, and a hot trickle of arousal runs down your spine at the tone of his voice. 

You straighten up and watch as Yoongi gets down on one knee, hands circling around your ankle and lifting your foot. You rest the toe of your shoe lightly on Yoongi's knee, watching as he undoes the strap around your ankle and slides the shoe off, setting it to one side, before he presses his lips to the inside of your knee. You shiver at the light touch and Yoongi smirks, letting your ankle go so you can move and he can take your other shoe off, too.

He barely takes his eyes off your face the whole time, only glancing down when he has to. His motions are slow and unhurried despite his earlier rush, carefully setting the second shoe next to the first, and you can't help but feel like he's teasing you— drawing out your reactions just because he can. Before you can say anything about it, though, his hands trail up from your calves to your thigh before he hitches your leg over his shoulder, one hand staying on your thigh as the other grips at your hip.

You bite back a gasp. From his angle Yoongi can see everything and he's looking up with hooded eyes, staring at the dark patch on your underwear, wet for him; his gaze trails across the lace of the lingerie you're wearing, the small colourful flowers blooming across the dark material. It was something you'd put on to complete your outfit, the matching panties and bra making you feel expensive and pretty— even if you hadn't expected anyone to see it.

"Look at you," he says, hand lowering from your hip to trace lightly across your slit; it's a barely-there touch, sensation dulled by the material in the way, but you still jolt at the feeling of it. "Did you wear this for me?"

"Of course," you confess. You've wanted his eyes on you for so long. "Always dress up pretty for you."

"Fuck." He sounds reverent. "You've always been such a good girl for me, haven't you?"

A needy noise rises unbidden at the back of your throat when Yoongi spreads your leg wider and leans forward to mouth at you through the lace of your panties. Your knees go weak and you have to lean back against the wall for balance, grateful at how close you are to it when Yoongi draws his tongue upwards, wetting the fabric, your toes curling.

"Yoongi." One of your hands is resting in his hair and you can't stop your grip from tightening. "Yoongi, please."

He gives you what you want, fingers hooking into your underwear and pulling it down; he lets your leg drop so that you can step out of them, but as soon as you've finished he throws the panties to one side, one hand splaying across your stomach as the other lifts your leg again so that you’re spread open for him, immediately pressing his mouth to your clit.

"Oh!" You gasp. Yoongi seems to have tired of his teasing and is eating you out like a man starved, the slick sound of his tongue and lips filling the apartment as he laves attention on your dripping pussy, staring up at you as he drinks your reactions in. He dips his tongue into you and your hips try to buck forwards but the hand on your stomach holds you in place, firm, and you let out an embarrassingly loud keen at how good it feels to be this powerless.

You slap your free hand across your mouth and try to swallow the noise down. Yoongi frowns and stops, leaning his head back as he looks at you; his mouth is shining with evidence of your arousal, opalescent. "I want to hear you."

You bite your lip, forcing your hand away from your mouth; you don't want to be too loud, too noisy, but you want to be a good girl for Yoongi. He wants to hear you so you'll give him what he wants.

"O-okay," you breathe, and Yoongi smirks up at you; it's filthy, how he's looking at you like that while his lips are wet with you. You tilt your hips towards him, desperate to have his mouth on you again, and he immediately complies.

He's lapping at your clit when the hand on your stomach moves and slides down. You watch as he takes his tongue off you so that he can curl it around his fingers instead, before running those fingers across your lower lips to gather the slick there, wetting them even further. You roll your hips into the sensation, loving the press of his slightly rough fingers against your silken folds, wanting more, eyes wide as you watch how Yoongi's hand trails between your legs.

He puts his mouth back on your clit at the same time as he presses one of those spit slick fingers into you. You're so turned on that the initial slide in is easy, but he still takes his time; he's distracting you with the way he's sucking at your small bundle of nerves but you still feel when he presses his second finger in, longer than yours, the sensation of it even better than you'd dreamed.

He crooks his fingers and you throw your head back against the wall, dull thud barely registering over the sensation of Yoongi inside you. He sees how you react and continues to move his fingers in the same way, thrusting his fingers in and curling them as he pulls out, watching as you writhe; the pleasure inside you has been growing, the feeling building, and if Yoongi keeps doing that then you're going to cum. "I'm close," you gasp.

Yoongi responds to this by pushing a third finger inside you, rubbing his fingertips directly over your sweet spot. The stretch burns, just a little, but God, you love it. He purses his lips over your clit and flicks his tongue over it at the same time as he curls his fingers again and it undoes you; your spine arches away from the wall as you cum, ripples of pleasure sparking through your body as you tighten around Yoongi's fingers, sobbing almost deliriously at how good it feels.

Yoongi watches you the whole time, keeps his mouth on you as you ride out your high. He only moves away when you start to jolt from oversensitivity, pulling his fingers out carefully as he does. You feel empty without them inside you and you can't wait for him to fill you up with something better instead.

Yoongi holds you steady, his grip firm as you slip your leg from his shoulder and shakily push yourself off the wall. Once you've gotten your balance he stands up— his knees must hurt but he doesn't complain, too busy watching you lift his fingers to your lips, sucking them into your mouth so you can lick the taste of yourself off him.

"Jesus Christ." Yoongi stares at the way you flick your tongue across his skin, glancing at him coquettishly through your lashes. You reach out for him, hands moving towards his belt, but he shakes his head. "Bedroom," he says.

Of course you follow him. At any other time you'd be taking in the details of the apartment, the glimpses you get into the other rooms, but you're too busy looking at Yoongi to have a mind for anything else. He's been hard for so long by now that it must be driving him crazy and you want to give him what he wants. What he needs.

He swings a door open and flicks a light on. Yoongi's room is what you'd expected: neat and organised, with dark furnishings, the only mess being a few scrunched up balls of paper that have overflowed the trash-bin by his desk, which has a pile of notepads next to his laptop and a set up of musical equipment that looks far too complex for you to make heads or tails of. 

You forget about this instantly, however, when Yoongi captures your lips in another kiss, a hand splaying across your jaw so that he can control the pace, crowding you towards the bed until the back of your knees make contact with it and you fall onto the mattress. Yoongi cages you in with his arms and keeps kissing you, though when you palm him through his slacks he hisses through his teeth.

"Want you, Yoongi." You use your hand to stroke over the hardness of him as you nip at his lower lip. "Please."

"Fuck, of course, babygirl." Yoongi leans back and you move with him, sitting up as he stands straight. He unbuttons his shirt and you help him slide it off his shoulders, using it as an excuse to run your hands over the pale skin he reveals to you, sliding your palms down his chest and over his stomach; you dip your head to kiss where your hands have traced, letting your tongue flick across his skin. You lick shamelessly at one of his nipples and feel drunk on the way he lets out a surprised little breath, turning your head to do the same to his other nipple as your hands finally reach their goal: his belt.

You deftly unbuckle it, fast enough that the leather makes a snapping noise when you pull it, and Yoongi bites back a laugh— under normal circumstances you might be embarrassed by how obvious you're being, but you're desperate to finally touch him, especially after he'd made you cum as hard as he had. You look up at him as you reach for his zipper but falter when you notice that he's staring at you with something akin to awe, lifting your lips off his skin.

"What?" You ask, suddenly feeling shy.

Yoongi doesn't respond verbally. Instead, he quirks a little grin at you before he cups your face with both hands and bends down to kiss you again, deeper and slower than he has before. You match his pace, the two of you tilting your heads to get a little closer, but when you continue to pull Yoongi's zip down he laughs against your lips and you smile. He gets the hint, stepping back so he has room to kick his trousers and underwear off; he's not trying to be sensual about it, moving fast so he can get close to you again, but you're enraptured nonetheless.

You swallow at the sight of his cock when it’s finally freed. It's flushed red from neglect, fully hardened, curving up towards his stomach, and you can see how the head glistens with precum, slick and wet. Saliva floods your mouth. Yoongi looks briefly startled when you put your hands against his hips and lightly push him backwards, but then you slide off the bed and onto your knees in front of him and the shock immediately disappears from his face, tangling a hand in your hair as you settle in place.

He's so hard that you don't feel like teasing him. Instead, you take the precum that's gathered at the tip of his cock and rub it down his length, hand wrapping around and twisting as you dip forwards and take the flushed head into your mouth. You can't swallow him all the way down, thanks to your gag reflex, but you give it a damn good go— you relax your throat as much as you can as you lower your head, using your hand to touch the parts of his cock that aren't in your mouth. You tongue at the vein on the underside as you lift back up, using your free hand to cup his balls, and Yoongi curses, his hand tightening in your hair as he pulls you off.

You blink up at him in surprise, mouth still open after he's slid out of your mouth— you feel like you'd barely started— and you can see how his cock twitches as he drinks the sight of you in.

"That mouth of yours is downright sinful," he says, running his thumb over your lower lip. You go lax under his touch, which seems to please him. "As much as I'd like to cum down your throat, I think you want something else instead, don't you, babygirl?"

Your breath shudders out of you and you nod. You want Yoongi's cock inside you, itching for him to finally fuck you stupid, the way you've been yearning for so long. "God, yes, please."

Yoongi's lips twitch at your shameless desperation. "Stand up then, baby," he says, and you comply. "Turn around."

You turn towards the bed to show Yoongi your back, and he slowly unzips your dress; it slides off your shoulders easily, slipping down your body and pooling on the floor as Yoongi drags his hands over the revealed skin. You tremble under his touch, sensitive to each of his motions as he unclasps your bra, and finally you're entirely unclothed, lingerie carelessly tossed to one side before Yoongi pulls you close.

Your back is pressed to his chest, and you can feel the heat and hardness of his cock pressing against you, but you forget about that when his hands move to cup your breasts, rubbing his thumbs over your nipples. You tilt your head back against his shoulder and he takes the opportunity to kiss down your neck, using his tongue to lick down the bared length of it, and your breath hitches in your throat as he pinches one of your nipples between his fingers, the perfect mix of careful roughness.

"You're so fucking gorgeous," Yoongi breathes into the crook of your neck. You whimper and grind back against him, feeling the wetness of his cock as it slips against your skin, and he bites back a groan.

"Yoongi, I need you," you say, so close to finally getting what you've been craving for so long. "Please," you add, voice high with desperation.

You feel how Yoongi bares his teeth against your skin in a silent snarl before he's turning you around in his arms, and you squeal in surprise as he hitches you upwards onto the bed, your head falling onto the pillows. It wasn't a rough motion, Yoongi still careful even when he's clearly as hungry for you as you are for him, but you find yourself whimpering at how he's manhandled you, loving it. Seems like he's helping you discover things about yourself that you hadn't realised before now.

Yoongi settles between your legs, staring down at you, bare and helpless underneath him. You reach out your hand to touch his chest, sweeping your fingers down the line of his stomach and over the trail of dark hair that leads down to his weeping cock, still shining with your spit. He curses, leaning over you to paw at his nightstand drawer; he fumbles with the lube and condom when you wrap your fingers around his length again, stroking him hard and slow.

"Yoongi, please," you say again, practically begging, wanting him inside you as quickly as possible. He curses under his breath again but then wraps his fingers around yours, pulling your hand off his cock. You pout at him. "I've been a good girl, haven't I?"

"Good girls are patient." Yoongi leans back on his heels and you make a small whining noise, but you quieten when you watch him rip open the condom packet; you reach forward again to help him roll it down his cock, wanting to keep the feeling of his hardness and heat under your touch, but he fixes you with a stern gaze. "Hands."

You pause, wondering exactly what he means. You settle on pulling your hands away and stretch up to let them rest on the pillow above you. You must have done the right thing because Yoongi smiles, and you give a squirm of delight. He shifts closer and hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, turning his head to kiss your inner ankle.

"So perfect," he says, and you squirm again, pleased. He reaches for the bottle of lube and uncaps it with a quiet click, drizzling it directly onto his cock and biting back a noise at the coldness of it— but then he squirts more into his hands, warming it between his fingers. You make a small questioning sound, and Yoongi smiles before kissing your ankle again. "This is for you, baby."

Your eyebrows raise in quiet surprise. You're already so wet, dripping with a mix of your own cum and Yoongi's lingering spit, but he's still being this careful and considerate. He dips his slick fingers between your flushed lips and draws them upwards, making you arch your back as he grazes over your pearl of nerves, pleasure shooting directly into your core. 

"Oh, fuck," you gasp. "God, please, Yoongi, please."

"I've got you, babygirl," he murmurs, and you marvel at his self control, his restraint even now. He grips your leg with one hand and uses the other to guide himself into you. Finally. You moan as he sinks in, stretching you, slowly pushing in inch by inch; you can feel the way your walls stretch, parting for him, until he's bottomed out, and you feel so full.

"Holy shit, Yoongi." You've moved your hands and you're digging your nails into his back, trying to pull him closer even though it's not possible, Yoongi's cock so long that you can feel it filling you completely. "Oh, God."

Yoongi's fringe is hanging in his eyes but you can see how his pupils have almost swallowed the dark of his irises, the way he's drinking in the sight of you beneath him— your pupils are blown too, hair a messy halo against the pillows, nipples hard from arousal, chest heaving as you hiccup in air. He pulls out, just as slowly as he'd pushed in, the drag of his cock against your inner walls sending electricity shooting through your nerves; he stops before he's completely out, only the head of him still inside you, and you bite your lip in anticipation, waiting for the next slow thrust in.

You're completely blindsided when Yoongi snaps his hips forward suddenly, fucking sharply into you, and you choke on a surprised breath. He sets a brutal pace, the sound of his skin slapping against yours almost drowned out by the way you wail. Your hands fall away from his back and to the sheets, fingers gripping at them, twisting under your hands. His brows are drawn together with focus, but when you raise a hand up to touch his face he goes easily, letting your leg slip off his shoulder so he can kiss you.

His motions slow somewhat as you kiss each other, but he keeps the roll of his hips just as deep, and you end up all but panting against his mouth instead of kissing him; he swipes his tongue across your lips and you let them fall open so he can lick into your mouth, sloppy and wet. You can feel an orgasm building again, surprisingly fast— especially as he's not even touching your clit— and you clench around him, wanting to hit that peak again.

Yoongi stops kissing you to rest his forehead against yours, staring into your eyes as he slows his thrusts, grinding into you each time he pushes all the way in, hips flush with yours. "Such a good girl." His voice is a low rasp, dark and heavy. "So pretty for me."

Yes, yes, yes. "Wanna be your good girl," you breathe. "Make you feel as good as you make me feel."

Yoongi actually growls, wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling you up. You grab his shoulders for support, legs spreading so that your knees hit the mattress, his cock still inside you as you look down at him, both of you kneeling now. Your breasts are pressed against his chest, stomachs flush, and Yoongi grinds up into you. His hands slide from your waist, to your ass, fingers digging into your flesh as he pulls you up; the change of angle has the curve of his cock dragging right across your sweet spot and you gasp. "Oh, yes, there, just like that."

You press down as Yoongi's hips snap up, and you can feel how his motions are starting to get a little jerkier, staccato, the way he speeds up. With the drag of your nipples against his chest, and the way he's hitting your g-spot dead on each time, you're close to hitting your peak, pleasure riding up into a crescendo— and then Yoongi slides one of his hands between the two of you to rub at your clit and you're gone again, gasping and shaking as your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, all the air escaping your lungs in a drawn out, shuddering wail.

"Fuck, baby." Yoongi's motions grow a little more hurried and sloppy, thrusting up into you as your walls pulsate around him. You try to match his pace, drinking down the way his face twists as he chases his own release— and then his grip on you grows tight enough to bruise and he cums with a surprisingly quiet moan. He grinds upwards, his cock twitching inside you as he empties himself into the condom; you shiver at the sensation, squeezing your legs around his hips in an instinctive attempt to draw him as deeply into you as possible, as futile as that is.

Your legs are shaking. You remain tangled around each other, sweaty and panting, but then Yoongi is grasping your chin and tilting your head down so that he can kiss you. It's soft, and gentle, and you melt into it, going lax and boneless in his hold as you tighten your hands in his hair. 

You feel how he smiles tiredly against your lips, and when you pull back, he looks thoroughly fucked out; his hair is a mess from how you've been running your hands through it and lips are kiss swollen, parted so that he can suck air in and try to catch his breath. You must look similarly wrecked. You feel hazy, though Yoongi feels solid beneath you, grounding you as you slowly come back to yourself.

"I'm going to lean you back, beautiful," he says, and you entwine your fingers together behind his neck so that he can tilt you onto the mattress, careful and reverent. He slips his softening cock out of you and you let out a small sigh at the sudden feeling of emptiness, though as soon as he's done tying the condom off and throwing it in the bin he comes back to you, lightly kissing you as he draws a hand gently between the valley of your breasts. Despite the tenderness behind the motion you're suddenly struck with wondering if he's about to ask you to leave, but then he asks: "Do you want to come wash up?"

You pause. "Oh, God, my makeup," you say with sudden realisation as your fingers come up to touch under your eyes. Your eyeshadow and mascara must be a mess by now. You splay your hand across your face, as if trying to hide it— which you know is stupid, especially considering the fact the rest of your body is naked under Yoongi's gaze. He huffs out a laugh and takes your hands with his own, pulling them away. "Nooo," you whine. "Don't look at me."

One of Yoongi's eyebrows rises. "Why would I ever want to look away from you?"

You wriggle. "Yoongi," you whine again, equal parts pleased and embarrassed, but you let your hands go limp and Yoongi pulls you to your feet. "You're shameless."

"And you're gorgeous," he says, simply. "Come on, you'll get cold."

Yoongi lets you clean up first. It's weird how comfortable you are as you navigate your way around Yoongi and Jin's bathroom— you pilfer one of Jin's makeup wipes to clean your face— and how natural it feels to accept the shirt Yoongi gives you, an oversized, stretched-out old thing that's gone soft from years of wear. You're perched on the bathroom counter as you slide it on, glancing down at the design on the front, and you instantly perk up when you see what it is.

"You do love Kumamon," you say with delight. 

Yoongi stops in the middle of brushing his teeth, looking a little ridiculous with the minty froth around his lips but still just as kissable. He rinses his mouth and spits, wiping his lips with a towel before he makes a face at you.

"Jin told you about that, too?"

"I want to see your slippers," you say in reply and Yoongi groans. You can't help but giggle, feeling sleepy and soft and affectionate, and you touch your fingers under Yoongi's chin so that you can press a quick kiss to his lips. "I think it's cute."

By the time you've both finished your ablutions and you slide off the counter, you feel tired, what little energy you had after being fucked by Yoongi completely gone from you; you slide onto Yoongi's bed gratefully, glad to be off your feet. You hold your hands up and beckon for him to join you, but then let out a sharp laugh of surprise when he tugs his rumpled blanket off the bed from underneath you and lets it drop to the floor. "Yoongi!"

"I'll be right back," he says. While you wait, you decide to stretch, eyes slipping shut as you extend your limbs. You know you'll feel the ache between your legs tomorrow, a little thrill skating through you at the knowledge that Yoongi's touch has left a physical reminder, something only you can feel and no one else can see.

When your eyes flutter open again, you see Yoongi standing at the bottom of the bed, a different blanket gathered in his arms. He's staring at you, and you realise that the material of his shirt has moved as you've stretched, hitching up over your hips. Even though you're both tired, Yoongi's eyes still darken when you shift your legs, and you bask under his attention.

"A different blanket?" You ask, curious, and Yoongi's eyes slide away from your still-bare core back up to your face.

"It's Jin's," he says. "I wasn't about to let you sleep on sweaty sex sheets."

"I don't mind," you say, honestly, but Yoongi proceeds to lay Jin's blanket across the bed anyway. "Jin's not going to be happy about this," you add, but you say it with a laugh, instantly curling up into Yoongi when he lays down beside you.

"He'll live." Yoongi's arm comes around you, fingers trailing over your shoulder; you lapse into silence and let your eyes shut, focusing on Yoongi's movements. It feels like he’s pressing piano keys down and playing a silent song against your skin. You can't help but smile, starting to drift off, when Yoongi speaks again. "Let me take you out for breakfast."

"Hm?" Your eyes open and you blink away your sleepiness to look up at Yoongi, who's still watching you. "Breakfast?"

"Yes." Yoongi's fingers still on your shoulder, and then he slides his hand down to tangle your fingers with his. "Or lunch. Or dinner. Whichever you prefer." He pauses. "Unless you don't want to," he says, and though his voice stays steady, you see a flicker of nervousness in his eyes. He's worried that you've gotten what you want and now you'll be done with him.

"You're so silly," you say softly, and you can see how Yoongi's face twists with confusion, unsure about how to react to being called silly— you can't imagine many people have said that to him, as outwardly intimidating as he can be. You squeeze his hand. "Of course I want to. But how about we plan it tomorrow? I don't know how long it's going to take me to be comfortable with walking in a straight line, so breakfast might be off the cards for now."

After a moment, Yoongi's face takes on a satisfied expression. "That's what you said you wanted," he says, and you huff out an amused breath.

"I technically said I wanted you to bend me over a piano, actually," you point out, letting your head settle in the crook of his neck again, and Yoongi brushes his lips against your forehead.

"There's a piano in the living room," he states casually, and you can't help the shiver that runs through you, even as your eyes start to fall shut again.

"I'll keep that in mind."

–

jiminnie y/n!! tae said you called in sick for work? are you okay??

you i'm good! just a lil busy

jiminnie with what?

you [image attached]

jiminnie … why have you sent me a photo of a piano?

you yoongi's gonna fuck me on it omg on that note i've gtg BYE LOVE YOU MINNIE xoxoxo

jiminnie WHAT??? OMG??? GET THAT DICK QUEEN!!!

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I Like It Like That (S.R.)

Summary: Spencer is jealous after a rowdy party. Request: Reid & Reader already had sex a couple of times but one night Reid's dominant side comes out. He feels guilty about it but she liked it a lot. Couple: Spencer Reid/Reader Category: Smut (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Dom/sub, penetrative sex, fingering, rough sex, degradation, unprotected sex/creampie, hair pulling Word Count: 3.1k

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It was no surprise to me that (y/n) is flexible. I figured that fact out pretty quickly after she showed up at my door one night after the rest of the team fell asleep.

I learned a lot about her that night. Like how loud she screams my name when she squirms on my fingers, or how tightly she pulls my hair and how hard she digs her manicured fingers into my scalp when my face is buried between her thighs.

I loved these things about her. I just didn’t love the rest of the team learning about that side of her.

So when I heard the overjoyed, playful screaming from all the girls except my girlfriend, I was not excited to come back to the room. Call it intuition or just regular logic, it didn’t matter, because I knew what I would see.

Sure enough, after I found the courage to turn the corner I saw her straddling Garcia as the music blared in the background. I’d heard the song before, it was on the playlist (y/n) usually played when she was getting ready for a night out.

‘If you could see it from the front, wait 'til you see it from the back, back, back, back, back.’

Except now, instead of dancing a private show for me in the bathroom or bedroom, she was grinding in a familiar pattern over our coworker. I hated myself for feeling both turned on and furious, because even if it wasn’t me under her, I couldn’t deny the way it made me feel.

She’d done the very same thing in my lap on several occasions.

‘Wait 'til you see it from the back, back, yeah, back, back, back.’

There was something hypnotic about the way she could move those damn hips. I couldn’t stop thinking of the way it felt to hold her up by that perfectly sculpted ass while I fucked her into a wall. 

But the fact I was thinking about that heavily suggested that I wasn’t the only one. That thought was confirmed when Luke appeared next to me, taking a swig of whatever the hell he was drinking.

“Damn, Reid. I didn’t know you could handle a woman like that.”

The words burned my ears, lighting a fire deep in my chest as I clenched tighter to my own glass.

“I don’t know what you mean,” I replied through half-clenched teeth, which led to him laughing as he shook his head.

The only thing worse than his words was the way he was watching her.

She had turned around now, her hands running over her hair as she crouched, showing the exquisite control she could maintain in her stomach muscles despite shaking her hips at a dizzying pace.

“If you don’t know what I mean, you’re either blind or ungrateful.”

Fuck, she had to stop.

He had to stop. I knew he was drunk, but that was my fucking girlfriend.

Luckily, Rossi had caught on to what was happening from a few feet away, and he put an arm in front of me as I started to approach the women.

“Easy, kid. Let her live a little.”

The nonchalant manner he said it only pissed me off more. He just shrugged, like it was an inevitability that I should let a bunch of other people ogle my girlfriend. She was practically lighting a fucking 'open for business' sign over her head.

“It’s humiliating,” I finally ground out, but the older man just chuckled, taking a drink of water as he turned around to leave.

“She’s not hurting anybody. As long as she’s still going home with you, just be glad you’re a very lucky man.”

That certainly made it significantly worse.

He pat my back as he left, and I found myself stewing in the rage building in every atom of my being.

Why the fuck did she think that was a good idea? Was she thinking at all about me? I mean, I understood that she wanted to have fun, but she wasn’t the only person that was impacted by her rash decisions.

The thing we had was relatively new, and I didn’t want her to see this side of me yet. But there I was, ready to drag her off Garcia and out the door to tell her exactly how I felt about it. I wanted to slam her against the wall and remind her that I want her enough that she’ll never need to even look at another man again.

 I needed to calm down, but all I could see was that look of feigned ecstasy on her face as she finally looked at me.

And that bitch smiled. She thought it was so funny watching me struggling to remain composed while she played her body like a siren’s lyre. At that point all I knew that was that she better hope that I’ve calmed down by the time I get her alone.

Because I was not feeling nice.

My boyfriend was mad at me. It was obvious from the way his jaw stayed clenched and his hand left the wheel to run through his hair every couple of minutes.

Oh, and the fact he’d been lecturing me for... about ten minutes.

I'd almost regretted asking him why he was mad, since he was apparently very keen on explaining. Honestly, if I'd known I was going to get yelled at for the dance I would have done a lot more of it just as a big ‘fuck you.’

The spiel continued all the way from the car back to my apartment, where Spencer somewhat surprisingly followed me in. Not even bothering to argue back, I just kept rolling my eyes and scoffing at the appropriate times (which was most of the time).

Most recently, it was him saying, “What were you thinking?”

My eyes having tired from the constant workout, I decided it was time for me to finally bite back. Flinging the door open for the both of us and continuing down the hallway, I half-shouted into the empty room, “It’s called having fun, Spencer! You should try it sometime!”

I could hear the door shut with a little more force than necessary, and I had to wonder if Spencer did it on purpose. Of all the time I’ve known him, much less dated him, I’d never seen him get even slightly aggressive.

I knew it was a little fucked up, but part of me was excited by the idea he was angry enough to do something about it. There was some darker part of him, but he kept it so locked down. Even from me.  

So when I turned around and saw he was right behind me, I almost lost my breath.

“Did you even hear the men on the team?! The things they were saying about you?”

God, he was so beautiful when he was angry. His hands were gesturing in the space between us, and the anger was emanating from his entire figure.

“I don’t care about them!” I yelled back, “And besides, they were joking. It’s not like I was dancing on them!”

I tried to walk past him, but I wasn’t able to. His hand fell heavy on my shoulder, pushing me against the wall beside us with only a little force. I wasn’t sure if he saw the dangerous glimmer in my eyes, but if he did, he did not like it.

“Yeah, because I wouldn’t have let that happen.”

Bringing his entire body closer, he forced me to look up at him to meet his eyes. And god, did I want to meet those wild eyes.

“Oh, you wouldn’t?” I teased, keeping my hands staying at my sides, no matter how badly I wanted them to run over his chest.

“No. I’m the only one you get to touch like that,” he muttered under his breath before bringing his hand to wind into my hair. “I’m the only one who gets to see you like that.”

With one fluid motion, he yanked my head back by my hair, dangling his face inches away from mine. I felt the heat from his heavy breath as he tried (and failed) to control his composure.

“I can do whatever the fuck I want, Spencer,” I spat while pressing my hands against his chest.

He didn’t move.

“You don’t own me! I’m not your fucking property!”

What happened next was so quick I’m not entirely sure how it happened at all. But Spencer’s hand on my hair and my hip spun me around with ease, slamming my front against the wall as I braced the impact with both hands.

A bitter laugh in my ear, he growled, “You want to bet, bitch?”

The words caused goosebumps to raise over the back of my neck, and I shuddered against the wall. But that feeling was nothing compared to the one that immediately followed when I heard him unbuckling his pant and his hand not in my hair began roughly hiking my dress up over my hips.

“W-what are you doing?” I stuttered.

He didn’t even bother answering before shoving his hand in my underwear and beginning to stroke my already damp sex.

“In case you forgot, I’m from Vegas. I don’t lose bets.” His voice was barely above a whisper, but I heard him loud and clear from the few inches away. “Because I don’t make them unless I know I’m going to win.”

I choked on a moan when he began harshly pumping his fingers into my heat, apparently delighted to find that I was already ready for him.

“Someone’s excited. Figures you’d like to be manhandled. Why am I not surprised?”

A desperate moan tore through my throat as his hand began palming at the firm bundle of nerves at my crest, and I swear I almost felt tears in my eyes from the over stimulation.

“If you wanted me to treat you like a slut, you could’ve just asked.”

With that cruel taunt, his fingers were gone, leaving me teetering on my toes as I tried to stay upright. He wasn’t done yet, though, because he immediately went to pull my underwear down just enough to have the access he sought.

“Spread your fucking legs.”

I didn’t give a single argument or ounce of hesitation, forcing my legs apart despite the resistance from the tiny cotton fabric still around my thighs.

I’m not sure what I was expecting, but some part of me was still shocked when I felt him bury himself to the hilt inside of me with one thrust.

“Fuck!” I cried as my body pressed even harder against the wall when he slammed into me again.

Everything he was doing was intended to elicit a response from me, and I was more than happy to deliver that for him. That being said, it was impossibly difficult to focus with how hard he was currently plowing into my body.

“What’s wrong?” he said with a smile, “Is there not enough of an audience here for you to play along anymore?”

I was too delirious from the way he was commanding my body right now to give him the answers he was looking for. I could hardly stay standing, each thrust taking me further off the ground and forcing me to rely on his body holding me in place.

“Would you rather me hold you down and fuck you in the middle of the bullpen?”

My attempt at words was actually just one long, drawn out careening cry. The brutal, rhythmic pace he was using to fuck me into the wall only seemed to get harder the longer I remained silent.

“I bet you’d love for them to see what a dirty little whore you are for me.”

The image of him fucking me over his desk was not new to me, but it certainly was new to me that he also fantasized about it. I couldn’t count how many times I’d been caught absently chewing on my pen in the office picturing that very thing.

“S-Spencer,” I squeaked, which seemed to get his attention.

“What was that?” he asked through a smile, his mouth so close to my ear now that I could feel the moisture in his breath. “Speak up. Tell me whose fucking name is in your mouth.”

I couldn’t have disobeyed if I wanted to, because no sooner had the words left his mouth had he pulled me down against his cock, causing tremors to wreck my entire body.

“Spencer!” I cried. It was more like a guttural moan than his name. He didn’t mind.

“Good girl," he praised before pressing a hard kiss against my jaw bone and tilting my head to give him access to my neck.

When he trailed his lips down the sensitive skin, I sobbed from the way it overwhelmed any senses I had left.

“Maybe I should get you a collar,” he mumbled against me. Dragging his teeth along the column between kisses, he gave another little, bitter laugh. “So you don't forget who you belong to.”

“Spencer,” I whined more insistently with my hips bucking wildly against him to try to initiate the movement he’d deprived me of.

“Please,” I begged, “please, Spencer.”

But that was the last audible thing I could say, because shortly after my plea was answered with a brutal thrust into the wall Spencer’s large hand covered my mouth.

The fact I could smell my own arousal on it did more to me than it should have, and I was suddenly unable to think in coherent sentences at all.

“Just shut the fuck up,” he ordered, setting a feverish pace of pounding into me now, clearly convinced and satisfied that he had won his bet.

There was no question about it: He owned me.

“Take what you’re given and be grateful I fuck you at all, bitch.”

That was apparently all I needed to finally lose myself to the climax I’d been chasing since he first slammed my face against the wall. The noises coming out of me were animalistic, and the way I tensed under his touch drove him to become rougher.

“This cunt is mine,” he spat as he held me down on his cock, “Don’t ever fucking forget that again.”

Just as my body stopped spasming, I could feel his dick pulsating as his warm release filled me to the brim, leaking down my legs as he gave a few final thrusts.

We stayed like that for a long, silent moment. The only sounds in the room were those of heated, crazed breath and our hearts beating back and forth at each other through my back.

He leaned against the wall, his forearm next to my head as he finally released my hair, dropping his hand down to my hip.

“Fuck,” he said.

That was about as eloquent as I expected him to be after all of that, and I wasn’t judging him. I couldn’t do much at that point, either. But I had a feeling that he was a little bit nervous, and that was also understandable. After all, he’d never done anything like that before… Ever. Our sex so far had been relatively tame - maybe a little more than vanilla, but definitely not slam me against a wall and call me a bitch level.

Not that I was complaining.

Once he pulled out of me I realized just how precarious my ability to stand was. Luckily he was there to catch me, holding me up as he dropped his head against the wall.

“You okay?” he asked while still trying to catch his breath.

“Yeah,” I panted, “I’m good.”

Eventually managing to turn to face him, I pulled my already soaked underwear up to prevent any of our cocktail of juices fall onto the floor, at least.

He was staring down at me with the most guilt-ridden look I’d ever seen on him. I pouted a bit at how cute the look was, which seemed to break the dam withholding all of his thoughts.

“I’m so, so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I-I don’t know what happened I just—“

I licked my lips, swallowing as I watched the way his face contorted with shame and he closed his eyes to avoid looking at me.

“Spencer.”

He winced when he heard his name, peeking at me hesitantly with one eye. But what he found wasn’t a terrified or angry woman. No, he saw my enthusiastic grin.

“If I knew you could fuck me like that, I would have danced on Garcia a long time ago.”

A sigh of relief and nervous chuckle blew through his mouth, and he pulled me forward against his chest.

“You’re not mad at me?” he rasped, clearly exhausted from the workout and a half we’d just experienced together. “Even after I called you a bitch?”

I couldn’t help but laugh, my hands finally making their way around him and rubbing small circles against his back.

“The only thing I’m mad about is that I’m just now finding out about this side of you. You should bring him out more often.”

I felt his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed then cleared his throat. With an unsteady tone, he gently asked, “Do you… Do you mean that?”

Running my hands up into his hair and directing him to look at me, I leaned back against the wall and looked up at him with that same devilish smile I’d flashed him at the party.

“Yes, Sir.”

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𝙿𝙰𝙸𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶: Boyfriend!Jungkook x Reader

𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚃: 3.5k

𝚂𝚄𝙼𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚈: Based on the song Simple Things by Miguel! Highly recommend listening to the song before reading! (song fic request are my FAV, give me more please!?)

𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂: Weed Smoking, Language, Sexual Content: grinding, teasing, nipple play, choking, unprotected sex (be safe!), Dom!jk, Sub!Reader if you squint, After care?  Its also really fucking cute and fluffy. 

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A cloud of smoke hung in the air, as you press the joint to your lips. Inhaling deeply, feeling the familiar burn in your throat. Some new r&b track playing softly in the background. Jungkook’s long legs resting comfortably over your lap, you pass him the joint. He sets his phone to the side to sit up and take it from you. As mundane as it sounds, this had become somewhat comfortable for the two of you. He blows the smoke out, passing it back for you to finish. Placing the remainder in the ashtray as Jungkook starts laughing hysterically, his infamous cackle bouncing off the walls; easily one of your favorite sounds.

“This video was from last year, watch this…” He sits up bringing the phone close to your face. You watch an extremely drunk Jimin dancing chaotically in the middle of a crowded club. The phone pans to the VIP section, and Taehyung hyping him up. You don’t miss the obnoxiously attractive women that crowd the same area. Your eyes widen and you start to laugh too. It reminded you of when you and Jungkook had first started dating. For the first few months, every weekend was spent with your friends in overcrowded clubs. Fun times, no doubt, but you were happy with your new normal.

Jungkook dismisses himself to the kitchen, mumbling something about having the munchies. You giggle at your predictable boyfriend, extending your legs into the spot where he was laying. Pulling up Snap Chat on your phone, not surprised to see Jimin and Taehyung’s stories. Almost as if they were trying to replicate the memory Jungkook just showed you from a year ago. Drunk as hell, beautiful women, VIP section, it was something to envy from the outside looking in.

You laugh to yourself, thinking back on your own memories. At the start of your relationship, seven months ago, it was much different. Frequently bar hopping with friends whenever we were able to. Once we discovered that we preferred just being in each other’s company, the partying slowly came to an end. You were happy with that though. You loved smoking and hanging out with your best friend, who also happened to be your boyfriend. You find yourself replaying Jimin and Taehyungs story, until you click on Jungkook’s; nothing. Peaking behind you to see him finishing off an apple, you start to think.

You were comfortable with spending your nights like this. Having moved in with each other a month ago, you loved being able to spend your free nights together. Watching a movie, cuddled up on the couch, listening to music, experimenting with food. Whatever you did, it made you happy. This was the first time you wondered if maybe he felt different than you. What if he wants to go out but doesn’t say anything because he knows how much you love staying home?

You get up from your spot on the couch, a stolen pair of Jungkook’s sweatpants hanging around your hips, while his t-shirt hides all your curves. He’s singing to the soft sounds coming from the speaker, and he looks so ethereal. His long bouncy waves, floating back and forth over his eyes; always made you want to brush his hair back. His outfit matching yours since you were wearing his clothes. The grey sweatpants looking sexier on him than on you, although he would argue that statement.

You hop onto the countertop letting your legs hang over, “Do you want to go out?” you blurt out, attempting to sound nonchalant.

He pauses, quickly turning to look at you. His face screwing up with confusion, “What? Like… tonight?”

You press your lips into a hard line nodding at him, which only makes him look more confused.

“Right now? You want to go out?” He asks you again to confirm as he slots himself in between your legs. He wraps his arms around your waist, letting his thumbs slide against the inside of your waist band.

“I mean, if you want to. I’m good with whatever,” You murmur, still attempting to be nonchalant.

“Well… if you don’t want to go out… why would I?” He giggles softly before pressing his lips to your nose.

“I thought maybe you’d want to party with Jimin and Tae, it’s been awhile since we’ve been out,” you try explaining simply.

He tilts his head to the side, seeing straight through your bullshit.

“Actually, I do wanna go somewhere,” He starts, pulling back and walking over to where our shoes are laying, “walk to the grocery store with me, we have like no food.”

You roll your eyes but you follow his lead slipping your shoes on. The grocery store was in walking distance, which was quite dangerous when you both had the munchies.

The wind is harsh but overall, the night is beautiful. The street is on the quieter side since its late into the night. Jungkook pulls your hand out of your hoodie and laces his fingers with yours before putting both into his hoodie. You look up to see him already smiling down at you.

“Baby, why did you ask me to go out tonight, honestly?” his voice is soft and laced with curiosity.

You sigh. You try not to feel insecure, but it was hard with him. He was perfect in your eyes, and you were… well, you weren’t perfect by any means. You constantly wondered if he would want something more, something that you couldn’t offer him. What if he needed more adventure or someone that was in his league? The bottom line was, you knew there was someone out there that could give him that; and it intimidated you.

“I don’t know, it’s just been awhile since we’ve gone out.” You tell him, although its true you know you’re lying to him.

“But you didn’t want to go out, so what would you have done if I had said yes?” He chuckles raising his brows to you.

“I would have gone, I just want to make you happy,” You look up to him and smile.

“I am happy. Right here, with you,” He leans down and kisses your cheek, ”You know that right?”

You force a smile and nod, and he seems to pick up on your hesitation, but he lets it go for now.

Your cloudy eyes scan over the chip section, while Jungkook goes to a different isle to pick out ice cream. Decision making wasn’t your strong suit, so he found you in the same isle 5 minutes later still debating.

“Okay, like spicy or cheesy? You know I hate making decisions!” You pout holding up the two bags.

He chuckles coming closer to see what the options are, “For you, my lady,” He says taking both bags from your hands and putting them in the cart. You start to giggle, reaching out to hug him.

You walk through a few more isles deciding you want to get some noodles for an actual meal. You’re debating on what kind to get, when he freezes in the middle of the conversation. Instantly you stop talking wondering what the hell has your boyfriend’s attention.

Within a few seconds you know, “Oh, if that’s what it takes to learn that sweet heart of yours,” Jungkook starts singing to you in the middle of the isle. His newfound love for the song 10,000 hours was intense, he was constantly singing it to you. Your eyes widen and you start to giggle, taking his hand when he holds it out to you. He spins you into him still singing incredibly loud for a grocery store. His pulls you in and you sway to the music, still unable to control your laughing. You back away from him and you start doing ‘tik-tok’ dance moves to the pop song, Jungkook’s voice cracks as he starts to laugh at you. Within seconds he’s right there with you mimicking your dance moves, you’re both dying from laughter.

You jump when you turn around to see an old couple watching you and giggling.

“Oh my gosh, we’re so sorry!” You start laughing moving the cart out of the way while Jungkook quickly picks up the noodles and throws them into the cart.

“Please don’t apologize, you remind us of when we were younger,” The old man starts, looking at this wife adoringly, “It’s something special, to be in love with your best friend!”

You and Jungkook’s cheeks are burning red, as you hear the sweet compliment.

“It really is,” Jungkook agrees softly before looking at you, eyes filled with the same adoration as the old man.

You finally check out and begin your trek home, Jungkook insisting on carrying all the bags if you feed him some gummy bears. His left arm hangs around your shoulder while you alternate giving him a gummy bear, then yourself.

“Those were some pretty sweet moves back there,” he giggles

You start to laugh again shrugging your shoulders, “Yeah… yours were alright,” you mock. Jungkook gasps sarcastically.

“If I didn’t have this bag of food, I would dance battle you right here!”

“You mean… you would lose a dance battle right here?” You say confidently, before your start to giggle. You slowly look up at him only to see him glaring down at you jokingly, you reach up pressing a red gummy to his lips. You can’t help the belly laugh when he quickly nips the gummy out of your fingers nearly biting you.

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Finally, back home, he made the noodles as soon as you stepped into the house. Both of you singing loud to the music that plays in the background. You switch back and forth between both bags of chips, doing a happy dance when the flavors hit your tongue. His giggle pulls you from your food daze.

“Why are you laughing at me!” You push your lips out pouting as you crunch.

“Your little food dance, it’s one of my favorite things you do,” He imitates you with your little butt wiggle you do while he brings his noodles to his mouth.

“That’s not it,” you giggle showing him what you actually do, “you have to move your shoulders too!” You demonstrate taking a bite of your own noodles.

“Why are you so cute?” He giggles. You shrug cutely before poking your cheeks with your fingers. When you finish eating, he takes your bowls to the sink, and you decide to make your way over to his side of the counter. He turns around after washing the two dishes. You lean into his chest and he wraps his arms around your shoulders, leaning forward to take in the clean smell of your hair before kissing the top of your head multiple times.

He tugs at your chin so you’re looking up at him. He brushes his thumb over your cheekbone, lightly pushing your hair behind your ear, “You seem more like yourself now,” He presses his lips to yours lightly.

“What do you mean?” You ask, pushing yourself up so you can steal another kiss.

“Earlier, you asking to go out. I’m still confused about that…” He grazes his thumb over your bottom lip before looking into your eyes. You could tell that a part of him was worried. You sigh, knowing that it was out of character for you.

“So… maybe I thought that you wanted to be out partying,“ you try to pull back but his arms are around you tight, “Like Tae and Jimin are, with all of those beautiful women.”

His brows nit together as he processes your words, “Why did you think that?”

You take a deep breath deciding to tell him about your frequent insecurities. All of your fears and doubts about your perfect relationship, you told him all of them. He listened closely with his arms secure around you the whole time, his grip never faltering.

“Just… you know, I want to make sure you’re happy with me, so you don’t want to find someone who can make you happier,” you mumble, his face melts with the last sentence.

“Baby,” Its all he says, shaking his head slightly, “You make me, so happy. So happy sometimes that I wonder if this is real.”

“You’re so perfect for me. You know, a free-spirit, with a wild heart,” He sighs deeply cupping your cheeks in his hands, “I just want someone real, someone true.” He murmurs pressing his lips to yours again. He pulls back slightly before leaning in to hover just above your ear, “I need you to smoke with me baby.”

You smile, letting him pull you to the couch. He sits in the corner of the couch pulling you close to him, while he lights the joint that sits on his lips. Inhaling deeply before passing it to you. You both finish it off, and before you know it you’re laughing about who knows what. He pulls you onto his lap, you set your legs on both sides of his. Your body feels warm, maybe it’s because of high, or maybe its because of how much you love him.

His eyes are heavy as he stares up at you his fingers finding their way beneath the loose t-shirt on your body, “Are you happy with me?” He asks out of nowhere, “is there anything I could do to make you happier?”

You take a deep breath, the THC making it hard for you to think too deeply about the answer. You didn’t need to think hard because it was simple, you were happy.

“I just want the simple things,” You say quietly leaning forward to capture his lips in yours, “Someone to smoke with me, laugh with me, lay with me,” You kiss him between each phrase, you pull back to make sure he has your attention, “I just want you.”

He smiles big, taking his hand and wrapping it around the back of your neck to pull you close to him. You brace yourself against his chest, noticing the way his heart feels like it might beat out of his chest. His lips attach to yours but this time it’s needy. He presses into them letting his tongue dance along your lower lip. You feel him start to harden beneath you, and you can’t stop yourself from grinding down onto him. The moan that finds its way from his mouth to yours makes your body weak.

He pulls you closer to him, bringing himself forward on the couch. You wrap your legs around his waist, as he gently pulls his t-shirt from your body. Palming at your tits as soon as his eyes hit them. You throw your head back and he leans forward to leave love bites on the column of your throat. You reach forward to wrap your arms around his shoulders, running your fingers through his hair; tugging softly. He pulls you impossibly closer, your clothed heat pressed against his hard on. You moan into his mouth when he starts to kiss you again. Bucking your hips into him, he pulls back and brings his lips to your sensitive nipples. Massaging your left while his tongue teases the right, then switching. His hand slides up to your throat and your eyes finally meet his blown-out pupils, full of lust and love. His fingers tighten around your throat while he holds you close to his body with his other arm. He turns you both, leaning you back until your laying flat on the couch. His hand still firm around your throat, he leans forward to kiss you again; pressing his hard on into your groin making you whine.

He smiles before nipping at your neck, still pressing himself into where you need him the most. The friction is making you crazy and he knows it, “Baby…” you whimper and he lets out a quiet laugh into your skin. He moves down your body slowly, leaving hickeys in his path, “What baby? What do you need?” He coos, instantly snapping his hips into yours. You throw your head back whining again, “Come on princess, use your words,” He laughs again before sucking the skin of your thigh into his mouth. The purple mark is fresh compared to the dull ones from the nights previous. It’s like it’s his own private masterpiece, he runs his thumb over it before sitting up between your legs. He looks down at you and cocks his head, your bottom lip comfortably in-between your teeth. His fingers slide under the band of your sweatpants and he starts to pull them from your legs antagonizing slow. You wiggle your legs trying to speed up the process, only making him slow down even more.

“Mm no panties?” He licks his lips as notices how wet you are, ”Tell me what you want baby,” He says again, pulling the sweatpants from his own legs.

“I want you to fuck me, Kookie.” You lean forward reaching out for his hard cock, but he wraps his hands around your wrist. Pushing them into the couch, as he hovers over your body. He looks down at you, as the tip of his cock teases your clit. Your eyes are drawn to the way the veins in his biceps are popping out, then to the way his abs flex each time he thrust forward, “Please.” You beg finally meeting his eyes, and they seem to soften at your magic word.

Reaching down he lines himself up then slides inside of you torturously slow. Both of you inhaling deeply when he bottoms out and stops. Something you both loved the feeling of in general, but when you were high it was comparable to euphoria.

“You feel so fucking tight for me princess,” He moans pulling back, dragging his cock against your walls. You want to respond but the words hang on your lips, all you can formulate is whimper. Leaning forward on his forearms on each side of your head, he nudges your face to the side. Letting his teeth graze the shell of your ear. The sound of his moans and whimpers was enough to through you over the edge. He feels it when you start to tighten around him, his teeth finding the juncture of your shoulder and neck. Pressing his lips delicately before he starts to suck hard.

“I-Im so close, please,” You start to beg, you don’t know what you’re begging for exactly, but you have a feeling that he does. He quickens his pace, leaning up and pressing your thighs further apart. He takes his thumb to his mouth, collecting his spit before rubbing it into your clit with the perfect amount of pressure. Your hips start to buck up into his thrust, having a mind of their own. He takes it upon himself to pull your hips up to his, the new position making your body react instantly.

“Right there! Oh fuck, right there Kookie!” You yell out, warmth spreading through your body from your toes to your fingertips. The familiar tight feeling in your abdomen tells you that your close.

“Fuck princess, cum with me!” he moans and just like that your body starts to shake. An orgasm hitting you like a semi, the warmth that was running through your veins turns into something new. He holds your legs still, spilling himself inside of you. The feeling alone makes you feel like you could cum again. He thrust inside you a few more times, each time your body spasming.

He pulls out admiring the way his cum drips from you, taking his fingers and pushing it back inside of you. You spasm at the action, making him giggle, “You came so hard, didn’t you princess?” He asks you, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before he starts to get up to find something to clean you with. You nod, grabbing his hand quickly before he gets too far. He looks down at you, “Lay with me, baby.”

He pauses and smiles down at you before squeezing himself onto the couch next to you, “You’re still messy,” he says.

“I don’t care, I need you close right now,” You explain before burying your head into his chest. You feel his chest rock as he laughs at how fucked out you are. It didn’t happen every time but, sometimes he fucked you so good that you felt emotional afterwards. You felt like the luckiest girl in the world, and you just wanted him to hold you. He wraps his arms around you, massaging your scalp with his fingertips.

“I love you so much, baby.” He says softly.

You hum into his chest, “Love you too.”

After about an hour of naked cuddling, you ask him if he wants to take a shower. He instantly perks up, wrapping you in his arms carrying you to the shower.

“If you think I would ever choose a night out over a night like this, you’re insane.”

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[sub-hoshi-enthusiast]

baekhyun rejecting you and not realizing how much you actually meant to him until he sees you with someone else — cue pouty byun — he’s upset bc he’s supposed to be your baby boy, not jongin. he proceeds to conduct a plan of some sort to try and seduce you. can it include degradation, spanking, and pegging? also anything else you see fit, thank you !

Sorry for the long wait. I also made this way too long so I'm gonna split this into two parts, I love Baekhyun a lot so I got a little bit carried away 😅. This first part doesn't really have any smut (unless you count the making out at the end) but it was already pretty long so that'll have to wait for part two. Hope you like it anyways 😊. (part 2)

(Y/F/S) - Your Favorite Show (or it could be a movie if you want)

Pairings: Sub!College Fuckboy!Baekhyun/Fem!Dom!Reader , Sub!FWB!Jongin/Reader

Love?

The sunlight blinded you as you awoke, turning to bury yourself in Baekhyun's chest but grunted in disappointment as you felt an empty space where he was supposed to be. You reluctantly stood up, shuffling out of the bedroom as you heard the t.v playing something in the living room. You turned the corner, happy to see Baekhyun giggling while watching a random episode of Knowing Brothers. 

     "Good morning." Baekhyun greeted once he saw you standing in the doorway. You lazily smiled and waved at him, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion once you had realized how awkward he had suddenly become. 

     "You okay?" You asked as you sat down next to him. He let out a small sigh and turned to look at you with a serious expression. Oh god, had you done something wrong? You were trying to think of everything that had happened last night to see if you had done anything he was uncomfortable with, but nothing out of the ordinary had popped up.

     "I-I need to talk to you about something you said a few nights ago." He suddenly looked nervous, eyes darting around the room so he wouldn't have to look at you. You tilted your head, trying to think of what you could have possibly said to make the usually confident and bratty boy in front of you so nervous. "Originally I was thinking of just dismissing it, but I don't think it would be good for either of us if we keep doing this."

     "Doing what?" He finally looked in your eyes, his hands gesturing to both of you.

     "This! The sex, we shouldn't do it anymore." You felt your heart crack. You should have known that this was going to happen, that he would break it off. When you had first started fucking Baekhyun it was just that- sex with no emotions involved. He was the biggest fuckboy on campus whom you had met through your mutual friend Jongin. But as you kept hooking up, he would stay over most of the time and you would just talk to each other. Before you could stop it, you found yourself falling for the rambunctious boy. Jongin had told you multiple times to break it off because you would just hurt yourself in the end, but every time you tried, Baekhyun would somehow convince you to stay. So it was odd that he was stopping your hook-ups now, when as far as you know you didn't do anything.

     "What, why? Did I do something you weren't comfortable with? I told you that you could always let me know if I'm hurting you or doing anything you don't like." He let out a sigh and looked to the ceiling. 

     "No, it's not that." You grabbed his hands, making him look at you.

     "Then what did I do?" He looked away from you, an almost uncomfortable look on his face.

     "A few nights ago, at one of Chanyeol's parties, you had gotten really drunk so Jongin told me that I should take you home. Once I put you to bed and was about to leave, you grabbed my arm and started mumbling about something and you, uh- Y-you said…" he paused for a second to clear his throat. "Y-you said that you l-loved me and I-" After his statement you started to block out his words, your eyes widening as your hands fell limply to your sides. How stupid were you? Granted, you were drunk out of your mind, but still. You really should have taken Jongin's advice and left before you embarrassed yourself like this. By the time you had come back to your senses, you noticed that Baekhyun had left, leaving you alone in your room. 

     You sat there quietly for a few moments, letting the reality of what was happening sink in as the episode Baekhyun was watching continued to play in the background. You were snapped out of your thoughts by the sound of someone knocking on the door. You were somewhat hesitant to stand up until you heard a familiar voice.

     "(Y/N)? Baekhyun came home and told me what happened. I brought food and ice cream if you want any." A soft smile spread across your face as you stood up, the sound of Jongin's voice comforting you slightly as you shuffled to the door. A smile lit up his face as soon as he saw you, his smile making you give him a smaller one in return. He walked inside, hurriedly placing the food on the table so he could wrap his arms around you. A quiet sigh escaped you as you pulled him closer, hugging him around his waist. 

     "Go ahead, you told me so, I know you wanna say it." He pulled back from the hug to hold your face in his hands with a smaller smile.

     "I'll say it later, I'd feel like an asshole if I said it now." He jokingly said as he pressed a light kiss to your forehead. You giggled softly in reply, following Jongin as he walked over to the couch with all the food in his hands. Neither of you said anything as he laid on the couch, letting you snuggle up to him as he changed the channel to play (Y/F/S).

     It only took a little over a month to get over what happened with Baekhyun. Now everything was back to how it was before you met him- you and Jongin would spend a lot of time together, hanging out or studying, the latter most often leading to him moaning and drooling underneath you. You started showing up to parties again, which would also lead to you taking Jongin home and fucking him anywhere you could. It was a surprise that you hadn't seen Baekhyun at any of the parties you had shown up to, though you had always heard from other people that he had been there. Then again you did tend to leave early, so you guessed that was the reason. 

     Baekhyun had also been alright since he had broken things off… for the most part. He kept telling himself that anyways. He got this weird feeling in his stomach whenever he had sex with any of the other girls that would swarm him at parties, an almost empty feeling. He didn't know what it was or what had caused it, but he kept pushing it to the back of his mind, hoping it would disappear after a while. He had noticed Jongin disappearing more often than usual but thought nothing of it, thinking he was just spending more time at his dance club that he was practically obsessed with. 

     You looked yourself over in the mirror one last time before deciding it was acceptable and meeting Jongin outside. As soon as you sat down he started the car, driving to Sehun's house for the party he was throwing tonight. Both of you were laughing and screaming the lyrics to Super Junior's 'Black Suit' (the best song ever)  as Jongin pulled over and parked the car. You were hit with the smell of sweat and alcohol as soon as you entered the house, both you and Jongin heading straight for the kitchen to grab some drinks. 

     You were laughing at a random story Sehun told you guys when you saw someone staring at you out of the corner of your eye. You turned your head, eyes widening in surprise once you met the gaze of Baekhyun. You shifted uncomfortably in your place before awkwardly waving in his direction. He seemed to snap out of his little trance and send you a smile that was just as awkward. You brought your attention back to Jongin as he rested his chin on your shoulder. 

     "Something wrong?" You asked once you noticed the small pout that had settled over his lips. 

     "Yes, your attention was somewhere besides me. I even dressed up all pretty for you." He said with a whine, gently brushing his lips over your jaw. You smirked with a quiet chuckle before reaching down and squeezing his ass, making him yelp in surprise. 

     "Jeez, such an attention whore aren't you baby?" He bit his lip, trying and failing to hold in a small giggle as he wrapped his hands around your waist.

     "Only for you mommy~."

      Baekhyun's jaw clenched as he watched your little interaction with Jongin. He didn't understand why he was so angry at him, it's not like he owned you or anything. Sure, you guys used to fuck all the time- and Baekhyun had convinced himself that you were probably the best fuck he had ever and will ever have- but that was over. He totally didn't miss you, or the way you would fuck him so hard he wouldn't be able to walk for days, making sure he understood that he belonged under you. Or the way you would whisper in his ear using that deep, husky voice that you knew would do things to him. Or how whenever you were done, no matter how hard you fucked him or how many bruises you left, you would always make sure he was okay with that soft smile, letting him cuddle up to you and bury his face in your neck, letting him inhale your comforting scent of your favorite vanilla perfume… or how if you woke up earlier than him you would make sure to leave him breakfast and watch his favorite movies with him, laughing about the stupidest things while stuffing your faces with your favorite foods and snacks… treating him like an actual person instead of just someone to use and leave once you were done… Nope. He didn't miss it at all. I mean, come on, it wasn't like he was in love with y- ...Oh fuck. Baekhyun almost choked on the beer he was drinking once the realization dawned on him. As much as he tried, he couldn't stop his eyes from shifting back to you. Butterflies erupted in his stomach as he saw you laughing at something, a laugh that he used to be the cause of. God, love really fucking sucks.

     You heard Jongin snicker quietly next to your ear, making you turn to him confused. He didn't say anything but gestured behind you with a small smile. 

     "Looks like someone can't keep their eyes off of you." You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion before turning to look at your supposed admirer. Your eyebrows shot up in surprise as your gaze met Baekhyun's, making him look away from you instantly. You furrowed your eyebrows, turning to look at Jongin who had a smirk plastered on his face. He lightly pushed you in Baekhyun's direction. "Go ahead, I know you still like him. If he doesn't feel the same just come back to me." You lightly smiled at Jongin before taking a deep breath and walking to Baekhyun. You saw the boy's eyes widen as he saw you walk toward him before he seemed to calm down and lean against the wall. 

     "Hey." He greeted once he knew you were close enough. 

     "Hey." There was a short, awkward silence before Baekhyun cleared his throat.

     "So, you and Jongin. Is that why he's been disappearing more often?" You shrugged. 

     "Maybe. I don't really see how that's any of your business though." You said, watching the slight pout that appeared on his face as he looked away. You snickered. "Why, ya jealous?" He scoffed at your question, turning to look at you with a small fire in his eyes.

     "Jealous? Of him? Please, I know I could fuck anyone better than him any day. You know he isn't as good as me." He said with that cocky little smirk, one that you loved to wipe off his face as he begged beneath you. 

     "Oh really? I'm leaning towards Jongin, since he actually listens to me unlike some spoiled little brats that I know." He chuckled, placing his cup down on a nearby table before looking back at you. Your breath hitched in your throat as he grabbed your hands to make them rest on his waist, his eyes hooded and swimming with little sparks of defiance. He leaned forward so he was whispering in your ear.

     "Oh please, we both know how much you love to put me in my place. To throw me down and spank me until I can't sit, until I'm begging for you to fuck me. How you call me your pretty little slut as I take you cock like a good boy, all for you. And I know how much you loved my moans and screams as you fuck me as hard as you can into the mattress, making sure I know my place. He can't give you that satisfaction now, can he?" He smirked as he saw how dilated your pupil had become, moving your hands down to squeeze his ass. "While I may not be as obedient as Jongin, I can still be a good little cockslut for you mommy." A shiver shot down your spine, making you unintentionally squeeze his ass. He whimpered as he squeezed your shoulders, the look in his eyes making him seem so innocent though you both knew that was far from the truth. You pinned him to the wall he was leaning against a minute ago, grabbing a handful of his hair and tugging it to the side so you could expose his neck. He whined at the slight painful pleasure that shot through his body, quivering in anticipation as you leaned into his neck, brushing your lips lightly over the skin. 

     "Fuck, I almost forgot how much of a needy little whore you were." You muttered before biting and sucking a spot on his neck, making sure it would leave a mark. He whimpered, gripping onto your shoulders tightly and bucking his hips into yours. You pulled away for a second, turning your head to lock eyes with Jongin to make sure he was okay. Jongin simply smiled, giving you two thumbs up and mouthing the words 'get some' which almost made you laugh. After the confirmation you turned back to Baekhyun, smirking at the needy mess you had already made of him.

     "So, my place or yours?"

[tipsydipsydo]

The members having a crush on you! [their indecent thoughts🔞]

Hey my Dears💜

Here we go again into the second round of the "When the Members have a crush on you!"-Scenario(s)!

It's not necessary but still useful to read the first part of the scenario to understand some "connections" (it's kinda a little storyline for each invidual member I'd say? 😂😅)

The link to the first scenario could be found here! [It's gender neutral so everyone can read it!] 💚

This part about their dirty thoughts is in general the same scenario just customized for the specific gender of the reader 🤗💕 (quick reminder: this here is for female readers!😂💗)

The scenario for the male reader could be found here! 

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Then... I don't have anything to say anymore so let's go!

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Jin

the reason why Jin is suddenly so shy to you is...

...that with his increasing romantic feelings for you, others... certain feelings and thoughts enters his mind too

thoughts that makes him feel drawn to you and not just for hugs and cuddles ...

...these indecent thoughts that you shouldn't have about a very close friend.

how your body could look like under your tight-fitting clothes

what kind of underwear covers your beautiful breasts and your perfectly round ass

Jin hardly dares to think about how you could look in lace lingerie otherwise he would have a problem

...in his crotch.

Cooking with you is such a challenge for him sometimes

when he gives you a spoonful of dessert so you can taste if it needs a little more sugar

and you lead it between your soft lips, lick very carefully all of the dessert from the spoon, rolling your eyes full of pleasure and moaning how delicious his dessert is.

Jin has a problem down there in no time.

And not a small one...

how can you let such sinful things come over your lips and look so innocent?!

this unintented sensual moan haunts him, doesn't wants to get out of his head.

he is terribly embarrassed when he mastubates for the first time with the thoughts of you and your sweet voice

he had never cum so quickly

you drive him completely crazy

the more dirty fantasies he has about you, the more shy he'll be around you.

Jin's Adam's apple starts bobbing nervously as you bend down to tie your shoes while sticking your butt out towards him

he would love it to put his big hands on your ass and grabbing it firmly Since then, he has been troubled by fantasies of taking you from behind and ruining your pussy, placing his hands on your soft, perfectly round buttcheeks and pulling them apart to see how well his cock goes deep into you, fills you up and elicits sweetest moans from your lips

you do all of this to him without even having the slightest idea what is behind this (from you) so-called "sweet" shyness.

Yoongi

there are reasons why Yoongi advoid you and locks himself in his room/studio

he wants to choke off every opportunity where he could see you in those damn cute blouses that has sometimes (in his opinion way too often) deep cutouts

seeing the swell your breasts in the white border of your lace bra is too much for him

oh how he hates that you act like you don't know what kind of effect such an outfit has on him! (Although you really have no idea) sometimes he thinks that you only do this to annoy him and to play with his feelings

he knows that he has no chance with you anyway and that he doesn't deserves to touch such a beautiful girl

nevertheless, even with the best discipline, he cannot prevent himself from certain fantasies they're caused by unfulfilled desires arising in his head

he wants to be the one who can eat your so well that you'll push his head even further between your thighs so that his tongue can fucks you even deeper

he wants to be the one who can fingers you until you squirt and let the whole house know that it's Yoongi who let you see spheres where you have never been before he wants to be the one who can stretch your walls so damn well and in all the perfect places, who can make you think of nothing but him and his thick, perfect cock and never want to feel another person in yourself again

what frustrates him most is, that he can't even work normally.

realize that his newly produced tracks are mostly that kind of songs that he wants to be played in the background when he fucks you. they're slower than usual, with a seductive melody and his rap is deep and husky, making countless promises to you of what things he wants to do with you.

the fantasy that absolutely kills him is when you would kneel between his thighs in his studio and spoil his thick cock with your sinful lips, take him completely into your mouth and let his tip slide into your throat while looking at him with big, innocent eyes

when he's about to come, he would pull away from your lips and want to cum on your bare breasts

...deep down in his mind he wants to make a mess out of you and ruin you with his filthy desires.

Namjoon

When Namjoon realizes that in addition to his romantic feelings for you he also develops certain thoughts and fantasies, he tries his best to avoid them

he is afraid to sexualize you in his fantasies

you are not just a sexual object for him,only to satisfy his desires, you are so damn much more for him!

he doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable with his, sometimes not so unobtrusive, looks at you

but how can he resist when you are so damn beautiful and everything in him feels attracted to you

he learns from Taehyung that you've read Fifty Shades of Grey you wanted to understand the hype surrounding these books

you said that while writing style and characters weren't your cup of tea, you found the topic of the book really interesting

that is: Dom/Sub-Themes and BDSM

he asked Taehyung countless of questions

if you told him other things about whether and what your preferences were

but he was silent, smirked at his leader and chuckled

"You have to ask her yourself. I'm her best friend, I can't take advantage of her trust and reveal her secrets, who do you think I am, hyung?!"

since then the abstinence of mastubation was over, countless fantasies about various kinds of play sessions with you offered him the necessary satisfaction of his needs

when you pick him up from somewhere and he sits in the car just with you, that's pure horror for Joonie

because he doesn't have a driver's license himself and doesn't trust himself to make it too, he thinks it's pretty attractive that you can handle all of this stuff

especially your focused, serious look at the road and how your hands are holding the steering wheel has somehow an attractive effect on him

instinctively he would like to slide his hand under your skirt and tease your plush pussy lips through the thin fabric of your panties

before he pushes the fabric aside with his fingers and would fingers you

turn your serious gaze into a lustful one, let your fingers grip the steering wheel even more tightly out of pure ectasy

while you have still full control and your focus on driving

he doesn't understand himself, he doesn't even want to think about developing something like a "car-driving" kink maybe it is your charisma and self-confidence that turns him on

gradually he loses faith in himself thanks to you.

Hoseok

Since he knows how your current partner is treating you and they seem to give a shit about your feelings and needs in this relationship he wants to be the one who gives you the attention you deserve  

you saved money for your partner's birthday present for months and he only took a quick look at it when you give it to them

you mumble in frustration that you should've rather spend the money on yourself, preferably on new sex toys

Hobi didn't believe his ears at first and looked up at you in confusion, asked what you mean by that

"We only have sex when he feels like it. When I try to seduce them in new lingerie or even ask them if we could have sex, then they makes a dismissive gesture and is pissed off that I should go out of the direction of the TV... It's been like this for a few months since I started shopping online for sex toys out of frustration. Sometimes I really wonder if I'm addicted to sex and I'm a nymphomaniac ... it's normal to want sex two or three times in a week?"

To see you so insecure about your own needs for closeness and just normal sexual activities, so that you start wondering whether you are morbidly addicted, breaks Hobi's heart

he tells you that you are not weird at all and your sexual needs are completely normal and that your partner didn't treat you as you deserve

but unfortunately he couldn't say more, it would have been very strange between you if he had said how he would treat you if he were your partner

the following days and weeks Hobi are plagued with indecent fantasies about you, his best friend

what would he have given only to know what toys you have and how you use them on yourself

and generally, all of these things he could do to you to give you the best orgasms in the world and make you feel like a goddess

he would love to be the servant for your unpleasured desires

to be the one who gives you the feeling of being Cleopatra in Person.

Jimin

it happend accidentally and unintented that you have become a part of Jimin's erotic fantasies

he took care of his needs and jack off like usual to his favourite fantasy that always makes him cum

but not this time

it seems like it wouldn't work that day, he thought it could be stress or pressure that he just couldn't cum, no matter how long he's going to jack off and teasing the most sensitive parts of his cock

he was about to give up when you jumps right into the fantasy

now it's you who's bouncing on his cock, rolling ypur hips in the most sensual way

playing with your nipples, massaging your breasts while his hands are placed on your hips, gives your body more stability so Jimin can thrusts slow but unbelievable deep into your pussy, hitting your G-spot, let come the cutest and sexiests moans over lips

you have to support yourself on his muscular chest, whine about the different angle that makes you even more sensitive

whimper his name over and over again like a Mantra

babbling dirty things that comes into your sex-focused mind

"Oh my god, oh my- Jimin, oh god, your cock feels so good in my pussy, w-when you going to fuck me like that I'll be able to cum without touching my clit, oh fuck! Please, keep fucking me like that, that feels so good, I've never get fucked so damn good, I love your cock!"

Just the thought, those words could come over your lips makes him cum so hard and so much, that his cum is spread all over his bare, sweaty chest

he needs some minutes to calm down and to catch his breath again

then he realised what he has done

he literally fucked the shit out of you and wrecked your pussy in this fantasy and he came so freaking fast only because thinking that you're the one riding his cock

at this point he already knew it's not going to change anymore

how the heck should he behave around you, when you're coming over tonight?!

Taehyung

like I said in my first post, everything started with innocent... well not so innocent dreams

at first he didn't even remember the content of his dreams

but with every time it happens, he remember more and more of his fantasies

one particular is, when you're tied down to the headboard under him, all whiny and squirming while he fucks you with slow deep thrusts, hitting that sweet spot in your body all the time

then he takes the hitachi massager next to you in his hand and press it onto your clit, watching you in pure fascination when you're about to reach your high within seconds

but then taking the vibrator away and hold his cock still in your pussy until you calmed down again

and then the game starts from the beginning...

...his boxer briefs and pyjama pants are wet and stained in the mornings, sometimes he came so much in his dreams that even the bed sheets are ruined

the boys are confused why Tae starts changing his sheets so often

but when they asked he just spat back at them that's not their business

but after some time he came to Jimin and ask him for advice how to deal with this situation and that he feels helpless and ashamed

that he has such thoughts about his best friend

and then in dreams where he can't control these fantasies and his body too

but Jimin didn't laugh, he listened patiently and carefully to Taehyung

then he tried to calm him down, that these things just happen and you can't do anything against it

Jiminie blush a little bit and then reveal his own story when it comes to indecent thoughts about a person you like (a little bit more than usual)

"I hope it doesn't sounds weird to you... but maybe you can stop the wet dreams a little bit when you... when you take care of your fantasies properly before you're going to sleep, you know?"

"You think, I should jack off to my best friend?"

"Well, we all see two miles away that you developed a crush on Y/N. That's why we're all not surprised that you wash your sheets so excessively , we're not stupid and knew pretty fast it's because of unpleasant thoughts at night."

"Wait... all of them knows about it?!"

"Yep, Tae. We all know it, but it's completely fine. We all dealed with it while puberty and when someone has a crush on somebody... well, let's say, everyone here experienced that problem too. By the way, Hobi gave me this tip to jerk off before going to bed. Maybe it'll works dor you too?"

Jungkook

he's the youngest of them, that's why I think he'd be still the one who is the most badly affected by flirtatious or playful alluring outfits, dirty jokes etc.

just an example: you stay over the night in the dorm, coming in the morning into the kitchen to get a glass of water for yourself. You think everything is fine until you hear someone chokes badly behind you... poor Kookie chokes on his cornflakes because you're just standing infront of him in a top and (in his opinion) super short pyjama-shorts...

compared to the others he could get erotic thoughts pretty fast without wanting it

like really.

he's suffering and don't know at first how to deal with it

thinks having such thoughts about an other person is super rude and try to avoid them

feels like a Deja-Vu with his puberty where sexual hormones sexualize literally everything

and that's a sensitive spot for him, he's sick being always the "baby of the group" (he knows he'll always be anyway bc he's the youngest)

he wants to be seen as a mature grown up man finally, that's also why he works out so much

there are two fantasies that makes him instantly hard:

1. Imagine you riding moaning and whining his muscular thigh and whenever he flexs this thick thigh muscle, your clit grinds right over it. Your hands wandering over his defined abs and pecks, try to find a spot to support yourself, seeing your eyes full of lust and desperation, seeing this hunger for a real man like him in your eyes...

that keeps him always going when he works out and push his limits

2. this Scenario in his head kills him always: He's fucking you right into the mattress, finding all these good spots of your pussy to tease the shit out of you... plus his stamina is legendary, you'll end sobbing and crying that you can't cum anymore, that your pussy and your clit is oversensitive... the cherry in top would be, when you try to keep hold of all this pleasure and grip his flexing biceps tightly as if you're drowning and whining his name...

...what ultimately change into "Daddy"... that would gives him such an Ego-Boost, that he's your Daddy, that he's your man and not only "cute boy" anymore!

[sweetcheol]

college boyfriend!sehun

—genre: fluff

—au: college, friends to lovers

—pairing: oh sehun x reader

—song to listen to while reading: fall again — klang

—word count: 2.2k

—warning(s): mentions of sex, sehunnie being the best boyfriend ever, choking on chips ??? (but it’s nothing bad, i promise)

sehun was your netflix binging partner before he was even your friend

okay ... he was your netflix binging partner before you even knew his name

you guys were in an ethics class together

and it was one of those common classes everyone in uni had to take no matter their major, so it was like 60 of you in a huge ass classroom

so you resorted to the only alternative to keeping you awake during 2 hour long, powerpoint based, boring lectures: 

yoy got the best out of your netflix subscription plan

god bless airpods bc you could just hide them with your hair and nobody ever noticed anything

except for sehun

who conveniently sat one seat to the left on the row above you

so he had the perfect view to your laptop screen

and had watched the whole fifth season of peaky blinders with you

of course he never told you bc that... that would have been kind of weird

so he just kept to himself and tried his best to keep on being your anonymous netflix partner

he had even started to buy himself some snacks to munch on during class and was truly living his best life

until you finished peaky blinders ... and were about to start watching crash landing on you

sehun just ... sehun loved that show, okay?

so when he saw the intro pop on your laptop he started choking on his shrimp chips, creating a commotion

like ... even the professor stopped talking and asked him if he was okay, causing everyone to turn around and face him

red-faced, choking him

even you, who had paused the show and turned around in your seat so quickly he thought you’d cracked your neck

and in that moment, sehun did the only thing he could think of

which in that case meant bolting straight out of the classroom coughing like a madman

and just like the concerned netflix partner classmate you were, you had walked out right after him

“yah! don’t run, let me help you!”

and tbh ... sehun had never expected to turn around and come face to face with you, holding a bottle of water for him to sip on

that alone helped him stop coughing

he reluctantly accepted the water while turning beet red in the face

so the two of you sat down on a set of stairs that were near the classroom while sehun drank his water

he was trying his best to zone you out, eyes set on the floor and only focusing on the bottle in his hand

bc that had been ... embarrassing, to say the least

and he had asked you, in the smallest voice possible to please wait until class was over to pick ur things up bc he didn’t wanna go in and then interrupt the lecture again

so you granted him his wish

and when people started piling out of the classroom, you were like well

and sehun didn’t even say anything to u before he walked back inside, took his backpack with him and walked away

so you were like ???? as you stashed your laptop in ur bag and walked back to your dorm

you didn’t see him the next class

and since the room was so big you were like wtf did he sit someplace else

you couldn’t even watch your show in peace that day bc ... what had you even done to him

the lesson after that ... you were resigned

whatever was his problem you wouldn’t mind

but then someone placed a blue thunder gatorade on your desk with a hot pink post it pasted on the cap

“spare airpod ???”

and sehun was sat on the chair next to yours, drinking from his own gatorade bottle while he waited for your response

so you fished the earbuds from your bag and extended your hand, one of them resting on your palm

sehun took it

and the two of you watched the third episode of the show together

the two of u didn’t speak much though

he’d muttered a soft “thank you” when returning the airpod when class was done and that was it

but then he sat next to you the following lesson

and the next one

and the next one

a couple of weeks after that he started giving you bags of chips and cookies alongside the gatorade

until you had finished a couple of dramas

... and the semester

the two of you were quite bummed the last day of classes

bc neither of you had seen the other one in any other classes so you were sure you weren’t in the same major

and sehun had only said “it was very nice meeting you” after the last class was over

and that was it

or u thought

until half-way through the summer, you had finally found enough willpower to clean your backpack

and had found a cute little note on the bottom of it

from none other but your cute, tall classmate

“maybe we could hang out and actually talk sometime?” alongside his phone number

and at first you were like oh a month has gone by, he won’t remember me

but then you wrote a simple “hey, it’s (y/n) from ethics”

and sehun almost ... choked once again when he read it

bc he though you just weren’t going to text him at all

and so the two of you started talking

he was very funny and easy-going, so you became friends pretty fast

you texted all through-out the summer

and ofc sehun told chanyeol, his best friend and roomate, about it

which prompted chanyeol to tease him 24/7 abt how he should just ask you out

and sehun was like “it’s not like that”

but everyone could see it was like that

so sehun was like ... okay i might

and he was like “so i was thinking ... maybe we could go to the movies”

and you were like !!!!!! red code !!!!!! alert !!!!!! oh my gOD 

bc you had been like ... crushing on him ever since the chip incident

and answered him like “yeah that’d be nice” 

a few days after you went to the movies

and were both a mess at first but the date actually turned out pretty well bc you went for dinner afterwards and everything ran out pretty smoothly

sehun was like OOOOOOH YEAH I’M UR BOYFRIEND NOW ... right after he walked you to your door

but you weren’t complaining bc you liked him a lot too

SO NOW

onto the relationship

ngl you are like low-key done with him the week after you start dating bc he is ... a little shit

like if he feels he isn’t getting enough attention he’ll go like “(y/n) that’s so unfaiiiiiiiiir”

but then he’ll start playing around with vivi and you’re standing there like okAY

and if you tell him he’ll get all sassy and go like “i knEW u just can’t live without me”

but then when you spend enough time with vivi and he starts running to you instead of sehun ... he goes like “wAIT (y/n) he’s MY son wtf”

but inside he’s like “that’s OUR son oh my god” 

gets low-key jealous of all the lead actors of the dramas you watch together

like suddenly you’ll turn around and he’s pouting 

but he forgets about it halfway through the episode

even though you two aren’t in the same class anymore he likes studying together

and is always buying snacks for your study dates

he’ll study for like 15 min and then will start pouting bc he wants kisses

wears a lot of hoodies and sweatpants but will also clean up somedays bc he wants to look nice for you

will very subtly leave his hoodies at your dorm

he thinks it’s romantiquè

and you’re very grateful for it bc he’s very tall and thus his hoodies are very cozy

you kinda want to kill him sometimes but he’s definitely the kind of guy that calls you at three am just because he wants to talk to you“i just wanted to hear your voice”

and he’s just laying in his bed smiling like a fool while you tell him about your day

you both end up constantly falling asleep over the phone but neither of you mind

and then chanyeol enters the apartment and sees him passed out on the couch with his phone in hand and your name on his screen 

it’s safe to say sehun’s not going to live it down

i don’t think he’d be a big fan of pda

so in public, you kinda only hold hands

he might give you a little kiss from time to time but that’s pretty much it

oh but in private ... he can’t keep his hands off you

and your butt

he gives the best hugs ever??? and it doesn’t help that he loves hugging you

forehead kisses

so so so many forehead kisses

definitely takes advantage of his height

for that, and for placing stuff on high places so that he has to help you on getting them down

lowkey touches your butt when he’s doing it

okay but when you’re ... doing the do

sehun’s a switch

i feel like he’d either be such a whiny sub or a very ... whiny dom (but he’d still be very soft ngl) 

(i mean he’s the spoiled maknae for a reason)

favorite thing ever is when you ride him and he can just hold your hips really tight and guide your movements so they can match his

moans so fucking loud you’re sure your entire floor can hear the two of you

i’m not sure he’d be a very kinky lover

like i feel he’d be pretty vanilla

but i mean ... he dances ... his hips can ... do things

so it’s not like it’s anything bad, you know ????

a huge fan of hickeys

but on more ... private places

like he’ll never leave one on your neck

but your chest is a completely different story

bc he doesn’t leave them so that people can see them

he leaves them so he can see them and remind himself that you’re his

that you chose him

that was really sappy

he’s a dance major

and he’s always asking you to go with him to practices

both bc he loves being with you and bc he likes it when you watch him dance

he’s a tease and we all know it

he’d run his hands over his hair and smirk all the time bc he knows you’re looking at him

sometimes he even takes off his shirt and acts like it’s just bc of the heat

and you blush so hard and he’s just like 😌

but also when he has a show or presentation or something

he gets so so so so nervous

but then he spots you in the crowd and just smile a bit bc you’re there, supporting him, and that’s all that matters

his phone background is this selfie the two of you with face masks on

you had your hair up in a bun and both of you were lounging in sweats

you had been playing around with snapchat filters and accidentally took the sweetest photo ever

so he asked you to send it to him

and he set it up as both his lock screen and his home screen

yours is a mirror selfie you took when you were watching him practice

you were taking a photo and when sehun noticed he came to give you a kiss on the cheek

and it was the sweetest thing ever

he literally sends you each and every selfie he takes

and sometimes goes like “hey does this look okay?”

and sometimes it’s more like “your boyfriend is so hot wth”

and just as he takes so many selfies so he can send them to you

he also likes taking photos with you

literally everywhere you two go

he either takes a selfie or asks someone to take a picture of you

and everyone he asks always thinks you’re the most adorable couple ever

bc the love you two have for each other is like so obviously there

and he gets so soft whenever people tell him that

even when it’s chanyeol who says it

truth is chanyeol loves you because of how happy you make sehun

he once told you when you got back home from a club

and like ... you were kinda, slightly, a little bit drunk

and hearing him say that only made you feel like you were walking on clouds even more

bc if anyone asked you to describe just how happy sehun made you ... you were sure you weren’t going to find enough words to describe the feeling

even though he usually is like hell yeah i’m a cool bf

he gets really sappy at night (and when’s drunk) 

and goes on and on about how much he loves you and he’s happy he found you

bc you always get that look in your eyes that make his heart melt

bc he’s the sweetest boyfriend ever

and it doesn’t help that he’s my ult bias bc i reallyyyyyyyy wanna date college!boyfriend sehun 🤧