#a bit crazy. i m trying to draw but

[dizzybizz]

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*doesn't turn out the way i want it to*

[im-still-a-robot]

M. It was impossible to make their name look good 😔

Notes:

- Main outfit based off the orginal skin for them (minus capelet). I might do a better design at a later point but I am out of outfit brain power atm

- They like nicer clothes (like sweaters and button ups) but are often annoyed by the lack of mobility

- Mask only comes off when alone or with people they trust. Their headscarf, on the other hand, is used to protect their hair, so they might take it off in public, but usually only briefly, to adjust it.

- The Moofia was important to them. Even after its effective dissolution, cows were very dear to them. Also cow axe :]

- Prone to annoyance and nervousness in equal measure. An asshole on bad days and tricky bastard on good ones.

Thats mostly it. I am going to be thinking about them for weeks to come <3

Diamond (the fox!) belongs to @twodragonsinatrenchcoat

I genuinely don't remember who the child was- feel free to tell me if you know :]

[stevesherdaddynowlover]

pet names and looped pinkies [s.h.] 18+

hiiiii so i've never written for steve but just did a stranger things rewatch and have felt...inspired. i hope you enjoy! pls feel free to send suggestions or concepts or anything :) thanks for reading!

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summary: steve is your best friend and you have a crush on him and that's fine until one day it's not and the next thing you know you can't think or speak or breathe around him. (steve harrington x fem!reader)

warnings: loooots of pet names, fluff, pining,cursing, kissing, m masturbation, dirty talk, handjob, spitting, tiny bit of cum eating :))) 18+ ONLY!! MDNI

wc: 6.4k

part 2 here!!!!

You and Steve had been friends for quite some time now. 

Going from quietly watching him throughout high school, maybe quietly crushing on him too, to fighting monsters and trying to survive could do that to people. Make them friends, that is. 

The crush you’d been harboring on Steve didn’t go away, oh no if anything it had gotten about ten times worse in the time you’d spent growing close. That Steve you knew in high school was long gone. The, for lack of a better word, asshat you had come to blush over had turned into a protector. A funny, endearing, unnervingly hot protector that made your tummy flutter and your palms sweat. 

It didn’t help that he seemed completely unaware of your feelings, or that the things he did made your heart race and your cheeks turn pink. Linking his pinky with yours while you strolled around town, letting his thumb mindlessly rub circles on the little sliver of your stomach that was visible during movie night, giving a little tug on your hair when you said something cheeky, letting his dimple pop out when you teased him. 

And the pet names. God, the pet names! Maybe he did know! Maybe he wanted to torture you and make you squirm. They slipped from those perfect pink lips so effortlessly it kind of pissed you off. 

“Hey honey, how was work today?” 

“Sweetheart we’re gonna be late for the movie and I will not be blamed when we don’t have time to grab your snacks.” 

“Any chance you wanna pick up an extra shift and spend some time with me? What do you say, pretty?” 

He had the hair, the smile, the charm. You imagined it would be hard for anyone not to fall madly in love with him. It was surely hard for you! Steve did a good job of turning you to mush. It was hard to think around him, even harder to not think about him. 

Which is why you’re really struggling now, smushed on a far too little couch with 3 other people, your thigh pressed so tightly against Steve’s it’s making your head spin. It’s movie night, a tradition you’ve picked up and held onto tightly amidst all the craziness that happens in your small town. Steve is on your left, stuck between the arm of the couch and you. Robin is on your right with Eddie next to her and Jonathon next to him. A couch meant for 2, maybe 3, but all 4 of you packed on while the rest of your friends lounge on the floor or a chair, eyes all focused on the screen. 

Almost everyone’s eyes are focused on the screen. 

You’re staring straight ahead, sure! But while a movie that you now can’t even remember the name of is droning on, all you can think of is how your hip is touching Steve’s. Or how his pinky has somehow found yours again and they’re looped together on his lap. Or even worse, how he’s got his head resting on your shoulder and you can feel little puffs of his breath hitting your neck everytime he laughs. 

It’s driving you crazy, your hand not in his twitching by your side and your chest rising and falling a little faster than it should be while watching a comedy with your friends. You’re so distracted it takes you a few minutes to realize that Steve is no longer watching the movie, but is now focused on you and how uncomfortable you seem to be. He gives a small tug to your pinky, drawing your eyes to meet his and you’re so overwhelmed with him right now you could cry at the furrow in his brow and the small pout he’s wearing looking at you. 

“Y’alright, baby?” You can see his genuine concern at the state of you but all you can focus on is trying not to let a small whimper through your lips as you hear him call you baby. Not being able to look at him for more than a few seconds you drag your eyes away from him, a small huff leaving you while you shake your head, mainly at yourself. “I, uh m’fine. I’m fine.” Neither of you are convinced, you know that, but you can’t find it in you to care at the moment when all you can think about is taking his bottom lip between your teeth. 

He studies you once more, eyes taking you in quickly as he reaches up to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear. His hand lingers around your neck a second longer, two fingers giving you a little pinch before he’s drawing his hand back to his lap. You find yourself staring far too long at his hand, wondering what it would feel like if he swiped his thumb over your bottom lip. Or if it would be as good as you imagined to have him slip that same thumb past your lips, pressing down on your tongue, wearing that same smirk you’ve seen a thousand times.

Fuck fuck fuck. You’re so fucked. 

As soon as the thoughts come, they’re gone because the next thing you know you’re using his and Robin’s thighs as leverage to jump up from the couch, turning to face everyone with red cheeks and a forced smile. 

“So I, uh, I gotta go! Just remembered mom wanted me home early tonight, some, uh, some family thing going on. Yeah that’s it. Family thing!” Everyone is staring, eyes wide with confusion written all over their faces. You love movie night, never miss it let alone leave early. 

You don’t give anyone the chance to question you before you’re bouncing up the stairs trying to pull your shoes on as quickly as possible. You know he’ll be right behind you, asking you what’s wrong or offering a ride home. You both know you’re full of shit but you can’t find it in you to care right now, too focused on getting away from him before you do something crazy like kiss him. 

Steps away from the front door you think you’ve made it. Can almost feel the relief of the cool breeze cooling down your skin that seems to be burning up from where Steve was touching you. You're so close, less than a foot away when you realize you weren’t quick enough. 

A hand wraps around your forearm, a large calloused hand that you’d know anywhere. Shoulders slumped in defeat and you turn to face him, not all the way because you don’t think you could handle it, but enough to acknowledge his presence. “Harrington, I gotta go. You know how my mom is, this’ll be held over my head for weeks if I’m late.” Lies. All lies. Your mom fully expects you to sleep at Robins tonight. He’s quiet for what feels like hours but is really only seconds before he speaks, “Let me give you a ride then. You’ll be home in less than 5.”

Now you know that cannot happen. You cannot be in his car that smells like him. You cannot watch the way his hands grip the wheel, and you know you won’t be able to look away. You cannot be locked in a car with him where you know he’ll try and figure out why you’ve been acting so weird tonight. And honestly you just cannot be around him right now without feeling like you’re going to faint. 

“No, no, don't worry about it, it’s a quick walk and I could use the fresh air! I’m feeling a little…off right now anyways so I wouldn’t mind being alone. Go finish the movie! Love you, see you, have fun!” And before he can react or try to argue with you, reaching up on your tiptoes you plant a quick kiss to his cheek, lips tingling as you turn and run out the door, hoping to god or whoever is listening that Steve doesn’t come after you. 

What you don’t see as you’re running down the sidewalk is your best friend standing in the doorway with his hand hovering over his cheek where you just kissed him and a blush crawling up his neck as those quick seconds play on a loop in his head for the rest of the movie. 

 ****************************************

It’s been a few days since movie night. The night you’re refusing to think about but also the one you can’t seem to get out of your head. More specifically the sound of Steve calling you baby and the feel of his fingers brushing against your throat. 

Well you’ve tried not to think about it. 

You’re not sure why this is happening now. You’ve liked him for as long as you can remember so why all of a sudden do you feel like panting when your skin touches his? Why now are his little smirks and pet names enough to bring you to your knees? Over the years you’ve done good, so good, at keeping yourself together in front of him, letting his comments and flirting roll off your back. But now…now you can’t be in the same room without wanting to tug on his hair or leave marks on his chest or feel so desperate to taste him that it drives you insane. 

You don’t know what caused this switch to flip but it fucking sucks. It sucks because besides all of that, he’s still your best friend. Yeah, it’s ungodly how hot he is but he’s also still the guy who buys you your favorite ice cream when you’ve had a rough day, who goes to see scary movies with you when no one else will because you’re the only one that likes them. He’s saved you, cared for you, loved you for a few years now and honestly that just makes it worse! 

He’s mouthwatering AND a good guy. Fuck him for that. 

In the few days since you’ve seen him he’s called. 11 times? Maybe more. And you’ve been conveniently in the shower or asleep or anything else your mother can make up while you try and figure out what you’re going to say to him. The problem with this is that the longer you avoid him, the more awkward and hard this is going to be. 

So when you wake up today, 4 days after movie night, you decide it’s time to be a big girl and talk to him. Not about your feelings, god no! But it is time to at least try to be normal around him and to stop avoiding him. You already know he’s gonna look like a kicked puppy, big brown eyes staring down at you while you try and justify not talking to him for days. You’re fucked. So fucked. 

Walking downstairs you hear the phone ringing and your heart drops. Maybe you’re not ready for this. Maybe your family can just move! That should work. You’ll miss everyone but honestly this seems like your best option at this point. 

Your dad is gone for the day, your mom is standing at the counter with her purse on her shoulder like she’s about to walk out the door with her mouth open, ready to give Steve yet another excuse to why you can’t talk to him. But you’re brave. You’re a big girl who can handle a phone call with your best friend. Your hot best friend you're madly in love with and want to climb like a tree. 

Your hand is out and reaching for the phone before you can talk yourself out of it, a sigh of relief leaving your mother as she practically throws it at you, running for the door before you change your mind. It’s by your ear for a good few seconds before you hear him, his voice raspy and deep so you know he’s just woken up and it makes your whole body buzz. 

“Hello?” 

It’s now or never. Never sounds nice. “Hey! How ya been? How’s it going? How was the movie?” The questions pour out of you so quickly you’re not sure he can even understand what you’re saying but you hold your breath and wait anyway. 

“How’s it going? Are you kidding me? Fuckin’ Christ! You’ve taken about 12 showers in 4 days and couldn’t be bothered to talk to me, why don’t you tell me how it’s going.” So he was upset. Totally fair. 

“Don’t be mad at me, please.” It was the first thing that came out of your mouth and you knew it was stupid but you couldn’t help it. He deserved to be mad at you, to yell and cuss and whatever else he deemed fit. But now that you had heard his voice again for the first time in days, the thought of him being upset with you made you want to cry, even though you had done this! 

You heard him take a deep breath and knew he was running his hand through his hair, tugging on the ends the way he always did when he was stressed. “M‘not mad, sweetheart. I mean, maybe a little but I was more worried! That something had happened or I had done something or…I don’t know. Was just worried sick and…god I just fuckin’ missed you.” 

Had you mentioned that you were fucked? His words hit you a ton of bricks, any thoughts you had about moving on or maybe distancing yourself gone in an instant. Because he was worried. And he missed you. He fuckin’ missed you. And god you loved him so much it hurt, so much you could feel it in your fingertips and toes like little zaps of electricity when you thought of him or heard his voice. 

You were gone for Steve Harrington. 

“I..m’so sorry, Stevie. I missed you too, so much and I’m so sorry and I’m just…I’m sorry. You didn’t do anything wrong, you never do! I’ve just been a mess and my minds been a mess and I thought some time to myself would help me but really it's just..it doesn’t matter. What matters is I’m sorry and I missed you.” 

“S’okay, bunny. You alright? Can talk to me about anything, you know. I’m not…I know I’m not always the best at this stuff but I’d be good for you. I’ll listen to ya all day, do whatever I can to help you. Wanna come over? Movie night just the two of us? I’ll order you pizza and get you extra buttery popcorn and some ice cream, promise.” 

The thought of being alone with Steve sends red lights flashing through your brain but when he sounds so…god when he’s saying all the right things in a voice you’d dare describe as whiny you can’t help but to want to drop everything and all but crawl to him. 

So at the expense of your sanity you agree quickly, promising you’ll be there by 8 o’clock and hang up the phone before he can call you sweetheart or bunny again running up the stairs to take the coldest shower you’ve ever taken that does nothing to erase the thoughts of Steve from your mind. 

  *****************************************

The walk to Steve’s was surprisingly calm. You weren’t freaking out completely, just a little nervous but that was nothing new to you when it came to spending time with Steve, especially alone. 

Unfortunately for you, that calm lasted for all of about 10 minutes. 

In theory it was a good idea to spend some time with Steve after ignoring him for days. It was an okay idea to agree to a movie night with your best friend. Was. 

But now that you’re standing on his porch and his door was just thrown open to reveal a freshly showered Steve, it seems like all of this was a horrible idea. 

An awful, terrible, horribly bad idea. 

Awful because you can see little beads of water from his freshly washed hair dropping and running down his throat. Awful because the urge to lean forward and run your tongue over them is so strong you swear your mouth waters a little bit. 

Terrible because he’s wearing that goddamn white t-shirt that is hugging his arms so tight and since when did his arms start to look like that? Awful because that same damn shirt is tight over his chest too. It fits him so well you can see it snug against his tummy and waist. It fits him like a glove and your hands clench at your sides to keep from touching him. 

And this is bad. So horribly bad because he’s wearing his favorite pair of light wash denim jeans that cling to his thighs so nicely you feel your knees wobble. One of your hands comes up to your mouth to run over your chin, subconsciously making sure you’re not actually drooling despite the way you wish you could drop to your knees and spend hours leaving marks on those thighs. You can’t see his ass and you’re praying to god he doesn’t turn around so you don’t have to suffer through seeing how his jeans hug him just right. 

While your mind is running a million miles a minute with thoughts of Steve, you realize you actually haven’t said anything. Haven’t made a move to greet him or walk in, instead just standing there with what you imagine is a slack jaw and wide eyes. Willing yourself to meet his gaze, you somehow manage to drag your eyes off his thighs and bring them up, up, up until you meet his. 

He definitely does not look like a kicked puppy right now. Those brown eyes are darker and he’s wearing a smirk that would make you do anything he asked. He cocks his eyebrow at you, amusement clear in his face as you try and collect yourself. 

“You look starved, honey. Wanna come in?” 

   *********************************

After the initial embarrassment wears off, you feel a little better. Somehow managing to brush off his teasing as if you weren’t just devouring him with your eyes, you follow Steve to the kitchen, laughing as he tries to balance all the snacks he’d bought for you in arms. He shot you a glare full of playfulness when you tried to help, insisting that he “was a big boy and could handle the snacks.” 

Now you find yourself on that same couch from last week, much more space between the two of you than there had been then, a good foot and half extra in fact. Steve laughed when he saw you practically throw yourself to the other end of the couch, hand reaching out for you with a little pout on his lips. “Think I’m gonna bite you or something?” God I wish. Please please please bite me! 

But instead you held out your hand reluctantly, fingers twisting with his as he tugged you toward him. Movie night flashed in your head. His clothed thigh just inches away from yours, arm thrown over your shoulders and a cheeky grin on his face as he pulled you into his side. A satisfied hum was heard and you could have sworn you heard him mumble under his breath, sounding a lot like “much better” but it was hard to hear anything with the smell of him clouding your senses. 

Trying to get your thoughts off of him you reach forward to grab the dvd case laying on the table, a small smile gracing your lips as you see what he had picked. “John Carpenter's Halloween. I thought you said you’d never watch this?” This time when you turned to him, he was the one with red cheeks and shy smile as he glanced between the movie and you. A small shrug and wink was thrown your way, “S’one of your favorites. You should know you’re the exception to my rules.” 

You’re fucked. 

Heart pounding in your chest all you could manage was a smile and a small “thank you” before turning away, hoping he’d get up and start the movie so you’d have something to distract you from how sweet he was, watching a scary movie you know he doesn’t want to watch just because it’ll make you happy. 

It was about halfway through the movie when it happened. 

Everything was going well! You were snuggled into his side, actually paying attention to the movie and not sitting there distraught over being so close to him. You were so invested you hadn’t noticed your hand slip to his thigh during a scene that had made you jump. 

But Steve noticed. 

Too engrossed in your movie to see how your hand was holding his upper thigh and it definitely would have been too high if you’d been paying attention. You didn’t notice this or the way Steve was now on red alert, whole body tense with his hand gripping the couch cushion and his eyes trained on your hand as if to make sure he wasn’t imagining it. 

He could do this, he could ignore your hand and let you watch your movie. It would be fine. He’ll just slip into the bathroom when it’s over or wait till you go home to take care of his now aching cock. And god was he aching. He didn’t dare move, too nervous that you’d get all weird and fidgety like you’d been. This was the closest you’d been to him without seeming freaked out in weeks and he was not about to ruin that. 

The smell of your lavender shampoo overwhelmed him, a groan threatening to spill out while you sat there so unaware of how beautiful you looked just existing. He noticed everything about you. The slope of your little button nose and the way your lips, your perfect pink lips, parted just so when you were lost in thought. He noticed how your cheeks would turn the prettiest shade of red when he called you baby or honey or sweetheart. And he loved it, craved it even. He couldn’t tell if it was because of him or if you were just a sensitive little thing in general. He’d take what he could get with you, even if he had to live off your rosy cheeks and holding your pinky for the rest of his life. 

“Fuck, honey, m’sorry but you have got to move your hand, please.” Steve’s voice in your ear so suddenly made you jump, a small yelp leaving your lips as you turned to see what he was talking about. You didn’t even realize you were touching him! But one look down at this thigh and you gasped, cheeks burning as your eyes moved from your hand clinging to his thigh over to now very noticeable bulge straining against those light wash jeans. Ripping your hand away as if he’d burned you, a string of curses and apologies flew out as you scrambled to move as far away as possible. 

If he looked pained with your hand on his thigh then he looked downright miserable now that you’d taken it away. “Don’t have to run away from me, honey. M’sorry, didn’t mean to scare you I just…fuck I couldn’t sit still with you holding onto me like that.” He did his best to tug you back and you let him. “Sorry, Stevie. I wasn’t…I didn’t, I was just watching the movie I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” 

He looked at you with furrowed brows, eyes jumping all over your face like he knew something you didn’t, like he knew something you should know. Neither of you said anything, just stared at each other for some time before he sighed, letting his head fall back against the couch before coming back to look at you again. 

Hand cradling your cheek he gave you a small, tired small like he couldn’t believe you could possibly make him uncomfortable. That is not the word he would use. “Silly girl, I’m not uncomfortable because your hand was on me. I’m uncomfortable because your hand on me is making me wanna pin you down and fuck you so hard you can’t think straight.”

Oh. Oh. 

Lips parted you just stared at him, not sure you’d be able to form a coherent thought let alone words right now. He wanted to fuck you? Since when? Why hasn’t he ever brought this up? Doesn’t he know you’d do anything he asked of you? 

Steve let you process, could see the gears turning in that pretty head of yours and your eyes switching from looking at him to looking at where his cock was pressing up against the zipper of his pants. Maybe he’d said too much, gone too far. He was almost certain now that you liked him, wanted him, but maybe it was too overwhelming to be so blunt with you. 

“Y’know what baby? I can see you freaking out and I didn’t mean to make you nervous so I’m gonna go to the bathroom, alright? Gonna take care of this real quick and then we can finish the movie, can start another one if you want. I’ll be right back and we can figure this out later.” It was him getting off the couch that broke you out of whatever spell you were under, hand wrapping around his arm and if you weren’t so desperate for this, for him, you’d be embarrassed by the look of panic in your eyes at the thought of not getting to see this, to make him feel good. 

“Please stay. Just…fuck just stay, okay?” 

Both of you paused, staring at each other and waiting for someone to move or to breathe or just do something. A soft “okay” was murmured between you, Steve settling back into the couch as you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Fuck was this really happening? 

“Whatever you want to happen can happen, baby.” 

You definitely didn’t mean to say that out loud but now that you had, a little burst of courage hit you and you just let it pour out. “Didn’t mean to say that out loud I just..I didn’t…I’m nervous. You make me nervous. I want this. I want this so bad you have no idea but I didn’t know you wanted this so now my head is fucked and I’m rambling and kinda freaking out but you can stay. You can stay and I can watch or I can help or whatever you want just..stay. Ok?” You dared a glance up at Steve, his eyes wide and a grin broke out on his face. He looked as if you’d just handed him the moon not offered to watch him get off. 

Taking your hand in his he gave you a squeeze, “We’ll go slow. I can start and you can watch and if you wanna do more, feel fucking free, honey. But if you don’t, that’s fine. If you want me to stop, say the word. You’re in charge here,” he paused, lifting his hand to take my chin between his fingers so I’d be forced to meet his eyes, “and for the record, there hasn’t been I second I've known you where I haven’t wanted this. I’ll take anything you give me, swear it. Whatever you want, any way you want.” 

“Kiss me, please.” 

He didn’t need to be told twice, moving his hand to cup your cheek and pulling you toward him, his lips pressing against yours soft at first, testing the waters and trying to keep you calm. His lips were just as soft as you’d imagined, sweet like the candy he’d been eating earlier. You groaned against him, pushing closer and opening your mouth to invite him in, the thought of his tongue on yours enough to have you reaching your hands into his hair to tug him closer, closer until there wasn’t an inch of space between you. 

He pulled back first, a string of spit connecting the two of you and he cursed at the sight, “Jesus, fuck I can’t believe you’ve kept this sweet, pretty mouth away from me. S’not nice, baby. So mean to me, yeah?” If you thought you were desperate before it was nothing compared to now, now that you’d had a taste of him. 

“M’sorry Stevie, so sorry, not gonna keep em from you anymore. Promise, promise, promise.” You’re barely making sense, your head spinning and your body on fire. Foreheads pressed together you tried to catch your breath, but you couldn’t think or breathe or function when he was this close to you with his swollen, spit kissed lips just inches away from yours. 

Coming out of your post-kiss haze you move back beside Steve, eager and desperate to finally see him, all of him. His eyes widen as your hands go to the button of his jeans, tugging relentlessly and you're just so cute he has to laugh. Eager too and fuck how did he get so lucky?

“Take em off, please. Want them off, Stevie.” You’re full on pouting now and it takes everything in you not to cry. You’d do it if he wanted, you’d do anything. But he doesnt let it get that far, taking your hands off his jeans and cooing at you and it makes you feel a little pathetic but you can’t find it in yourself to care, not when he’s about to finally pull down his pants. 

He does so wordlessly, eyes bouncing from his lap to your face every few seconds like he’s checking in on you, making sure he’s not missing anything and that you still want this. It makes your tummy flutter and your heart race, his caring for you. His pants pushed down to his knees is all he can manage, head too fuzzy thinking about you and how he’s so hard it hurts worse than it ever has.

As soon as his jeans were out of your way you were staring, gawking really, at the white boxers sitting so prettily on his hips that were doing nothing to hide how hard, how big he was. A small wet patch forming where you know his tip is resting and it makes your mouth water. He’s just so hot. So hot and it makes it even better that this is because of you. Fuck.

A beg was on the tip of your tongue but before you could he put you out of your misery. Lifting his hips up you had to dig your nails into your palm to keep still while he pulled his boxers down, pretty, messy, cock slapping against his stomach. “Jesus fucking Christ, Steve! You’re so…I’m…fuck.” He breathed out a laugh which quickly turned to a wince when we saw how you were looking at him, at his cock. He felt himself twitch under your stare and you swear your mouth just fell open as if it was meant to be. 

His hand drifted towards his cock, eyes still on you to make sure you were okay. You gave him a nod and the sigh of relief you both had when he finally wrapped his hand around himself would have made you laugh if you weren’t throbbing. His head fell back against the couch and you were torn between watching him touch himself or watching his face while he did it. The former won, your eyes trailing the way his hand moved slowly, teasing the both of you. 

“S’pretty, you’re so pretty…” You’re not even sure you were talking to him, more just to yourself but he heard you nonetheless. His hips jerked at that, a small moan slipping past his swollen lips as he turned his head toward you, watching you with hooded eyes. I could watch this forever, you thought. 

You couldn’t believe it. A few days ago you were thinking of ways to never speak to Steve again and now here you were, watching him stroke his cock in front of you and looking at him as if he was your last meal. He held his hand out, a silent plea for something but you didn’t know what, not until he spoke.

“So good, baby, so pretty. Can you ju-just spit on my hand for me, honey? Lick it, spit on it, anything you want, I just need you please.” His words were slurred and if you hadn’t spent the last few hours together you would think he was drunk. He seemed so out of it, but in the best way. Like he didn’t just want you but needed you. It made you feel good, better than you ever had and it gave you a spark of bravery you were missing before. 

Knocking his hand out of your way you leaned forward with cautious eyes, watching as he tried to figure out what you were doing until it dawned on him and his cock twitched in his hand. You leaned forward, face hovering inches above him and spit, both of you watching as it dropped from your mouth to his tip, covering the top of his hand as he began to stroke himself again. His lips parted in an “o”, eyes squeezed shut and his tummy clenching as he let out the loudest moan you had heard, so loud and strong you felt yourself clenching around nothing.

You were wet but with Steve looking and sounding like that you couldn’t bring yourself to care about how bad you were aching right now, far too focused on Steve and how his thighs were starting to shake a little and his hips were starting to move faster and more uneven. 

“C-can I?” 

His eyes shot open, head shaking furiously before he had even fully understood what you were asking. He knew he wouldn't last more than ten seconds if you touched him but he couldn’t care less. All he could think about was how pretty you were, how good he was feeling, how you had just fucking spit on his cock. He would take whatever you gave him. 

With a whine that you would replay in your mind for the rest of your life he took his hand off, tugging yours closer to take his place. Both of you moaned at the contact and you were almost convinced you could cum just from touching him. “Help me, I want you to feel good, please.” He looked like a bobblehead as he nodded, putting his much larger hand over yours and giving it a squeeze, helping you to stroke him just how he liked, though anything from you would feel a million times better than his own hand. 

Addicted would be the word to describe it. Now that you had touched him, felt how hot and smooth his cock was in your hand, how pretty it looked all pink and wet and coated in your spit. Steve liked it messy and apparently so did you. You thought you were addicted to his cock, and you were, but nothing prepared you for the absolute filth that started spilling from him once he finally had your hand on him. It made you dizzy and out of breath and goddamn you would have to throw these panties in the trash after this. Absolutely ruined, just like you were. 

“Fuckin’ dreamed about this, ‘bout your hand on my cock, s’good, baby.”

“Don’t think I don’t see you squirming, honey. My pretty girl all wet ‘n needy and I haven’t even touched you. Bet you’re drenched and achy, huh?”

“Gonna make me cum, gonna make a mess of us but I bet you’ll be good and clean it up for me, won’t ya, bunny?”

He was babbling now and you could barely make sense of what he was saying but you didn’t stop. You couldn’t and you didn’t want to. His cock was slick with precum and your spit one of his hands guiding yours in quick strokes while his other was gripping the couch so hard his knuckles were white. 

“M’close, honey…so so close.”

“Please, Stevie…want it, I need it, please.” And that was all it took. No warning, your words taking him by surprise and hitting him like a punch to the gut. He took his hand off, bringing it to your hair and tugging you to him. It was a messy kiss, lips pressed together while he moaned against you, just breathing each other in while he cursed and whined, his hips stilling and you slowed, looking down just in time to see him cum. Your hand and his lower stomach was covered, his hand that was gripping the couch now thrown over his eyes as he tried to catch his breath. 

Chest and neck covered in sweat, he looked good. When he finally had gathered himself enough to look at you, he instantly regretted it. Instead of his innocent best friend, his sweet little bunny, he was looking at a little devil lapping at his cum on her hand like she hadn’t eaten in days. His softening cock twitched against his thighs and he stifled a groan when you hummed happily at the taste. 

“Christ, you’re gonna kill me.” You shrugged half heartedly, not even a little bit of you was sorry. 

“Can we finish the movie now, Stevie? I’ll probably pass out soon you wore me out, but I’m too tired to move.”

He looked down at you a little confused, your cheeks still pink and thighs still clenched together tightly. “You don’t…I can…I wanna take care of you too, sweetheart. Been dying to get a taste of you, know you’re sweet.”

You giggled and even though you were a mess, in every sense of the word, you didn’t think you could handle anymore and told him as such, eyes already feeling droopy and your body sagging against him. “Next time? Promise you can do anything you want to me next time but watching you cum was enough for me.” Your cheeks flamed as if you hadn’t just licked your best friend’s cum off your hand. 

“Alright, honey. Let’s finish your movie, you little vixen. Didn’t even take me out to dinner before you were drooling over my cock. A crime!” His smile was bright as you smacked at his chest and cursed him for teasing you.

You were sure that what had just happened would hit you soon and the panic would set in but for now you couldn’t bring yourself to care as you pressed a kiss to Steve’s bare chest and felt his grin against the top of your head. 

Did I mention I was fucked? 

[urfavleo777]

Warnings: SMUT18+, high sex, oral (m receiving), hair pulling, strong language.

A successful concert was the perfect reason to plonk down on the couch and smoke a joint. That was the first thing Joost did when he opened the door to his living room, holding you continuously in his arms. He gently placed you on the soft cushions, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he settled beside you, taking a slow drag from the joint between his fingers. The first tendrils of smoke curled between you, filling the air with a musky, herbal scent.

“I can feel you lookin at me, y’know,” you giggled with eyes closed, a sweet moan escaped your lips as he sat you on his lap, not shying away from the physical contact.

“Can you blame me?” He asked softly, his breath warm on your skin as his lips ghosted over your shoulder. “I was up there on stage, and all I could think about was you.” He took another deep inhale, the smoke settling in his lungs before he exhaled it slowly, the plume of grey fog swirling and dancing around you. “God, I needed that,” he sighed, his shoulders relaxing as he slouched back against the couch. His head turned to face you, his gaze lazily roaming over your body. “You wanna try?” he offered, his hand finding its way to your thigh, gently stroking it.

You nodded, your eyes tracking the way his lips wrapped around the joint, taking another slow draw. Joost held the smoke in his lungs for a moment, and then leaned towards you, his lips hovering close to yours. “Open.”

You opened your mouth slightly, curiosity mixing with a hint of nervousness as his head dipped lower. Joost exhaled slowly, and you felt the warm, spicy smoke fill your mouth as his lips pressed against yours in a soft, languid kiss. He pulled away slowly, eyes watching as you exhaled the smoke in a thin, curling stream, your heartbeat picking up speed in your chest. You hadn't mentioned it to him before, but it was the first time you had been exposed to any kind of stimulants, although it was rather obvious from your sour face, which you were clumsily trying to hide. Joost couldn't help but chuckle at the contorted expression, his hand gently tilting your chin up so that you looked at him. “You’re cute when you’re stoned,” he teased, his finger tracing the contour of your face. “Your eyes get all lazy and heavy-lidded.”

You stumbled slightly, the room spinning a bit as the weed took effect. Joost steadied you with a firm grip on your hips, his fingers digging into your skin slightly. “Careful,” he murmured, his lips close to your ear. “Don’t want you falling off my lap just yet.”

“It's just... getting very hot here.” You managed to mumble, rubbing against his crotch. Joost let out a soft gasp, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. He turned to place the joint on the coffee table, needing two free hands to take care of you properly. Your actions had caught him off guard, and his hand tightened on your thigh, his fingers digging into your flesh.

“Jesus, you're not wasting any time,” he muttered, his gaze darkening as he looked down at you. He moved suddenly, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you onto his lap so that you were straddling him. His hands slid up your sides slowly, his palms splaying against your bare skin as he pushed your shirt up, exposing your midriff. “Much better,” he murmured, his eyes sweeping over your bare torso appreciatively. “I like having you like this, on my lap. You look good on me, you know that?”

“I want you,” you moaned, moving your mouth to his ear. “I want you so bad it's driving me crazy.” A low groan escaped Joost's lips as your words hit his ears, his fingers flexing against your hips. As you moved again on his lap, you felt a bulge forming beneath you, giving you goosebumps.

“Undo my belt, schatje,” you were a little surprised by the harshness in his voice, but the use of the dutch pet name sent a shiver down your spine, making your heart flutter in your chest. You reached up, your fingers trembling slightly as you fumbled with the buckle of his belt. When you finally undid it, Joost's hand captured your wrist, holding it firmly. “Just keep them there,” he whispered, his voice low and commanding.

You swallowed hard, your heart beating faster in your chest as you nodded. Joost's gaze held yours for a moment, his eyes flickering with a combination of desire and something darker, more intense.

Then, he let go of your wrist, his hands moving to his jeans.

He quickly unbuttoned them, the sound loud in the silence of the room. The zip was undone next, and then he pushed them down, kicking them off. Your eyes dropped to his lap instinctively, and you had to bite your lip to keep from moaning. Joost chuckled softly, noticing the direction of your gaze. “See something you like?” he teased, voice low and velvety.

At this point you couldn't wait any longer. In the blink of an eye, you found yourself on the floor, kneeling in front of him. He looked down at you, a smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth, his gaze roaming over your face, taking in your flushed cheeks and parted lips.

Joost was a different person when he was under the influence; he was more calm, but the way he fucked you made you think you did something wrong to him.

“Go ahead.” He encouraged, “I hope you’re better at this than you are at smoking a joint.”

Otherwise, this comment would make you feel offended, but not then. You nodded obediently, taking him into your mouth eagerly. He moaned when he felt your tongue swirling circles over his tip and his eyes flutter closed. Meanwhile, he took one last drag on the joint, tilting his head back. “That’s it, pretty girl.”

Your pace quickened, sucking and stroking him with a new hunger, pulling off of him to spit on his tip before taking him back into your mouth. Joost's hands tangled themselves in your hair, pulling softly on the strands as he lost himself in the rhythm. You wanted to take your time with him at first, but Joost was not a patient man; he grabbed your head and held it into place before he began to fuck your mouth. “Fuck, look a’ you. Takin’ me so fuckin well.” He continued to praise you as your mouth worked him up, moaning into the darkness of his living room. The more you heard his pretty voice and his sincere compliments, the more you wanted to please him.

Joost studied your face for a moment, a mixture of amusement and desire in his eyes. “Such a good-fucking-girl. Fuck, baby, I'm so close.”

His hips stuttered and his thighs shook slightly on either side of you, waves of pleasure rolling through his body and he finally released thick, white strands of cum onto your tongue. Joost swore he was on fire and was melting beneath you.

You coughed a bit, regaining a bit of composure before Joost grabbed a handful of your hair and brought you into a kiss.

The kiss was hungry, almost desperate, as if he was drinking you in, devouring you. He gently tugged on your hair, sitting you back on his lap. His tongue teased against your lips, silently demanding entrance, and he groaned softly as you granted it, his hand tightening in your hair. He pulled you against him, impossibly close, his body a firm press of warm, hard muscle and coiled tension. “My baby, you have no idea how much I couldn’t wait to get off that stage,” he murmured against your skin, his soothing tone almost making you cry. “I wanted you in my arms, where you belong.”

[maxillness]

So Pretty, And Just For Me || CL16 x Gf!reader

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, glasses!charles (he should be a warning himself 🤭), hair pulling, oral (M), google translate French, praise kink, sub!charles

Wordcount: 1.2k

She loved when Charles would stream. Not because he would spend time away from her, but because he would always walk into the living room afterwards with his glasses on

She would never admit it, but damn did he look fucking hot with glasses on. She would almost drool every time he had them on

Even with her long stares at him, he was totally oblivious to it

All she could think about when he has his glasses on was; how would he look while she fucked him with his glasses on?

One time, she couldn’t take it anymore and decided to act upon her thoughts

She bit her lip slightly when she walked into the living room, seeing Charles sitting with his phone in his hands

She quickly walked over to him, taking his phone out of his hands, throwing it to the side on the couch

He didn’t get to ask about her actions before she was seated in his lap and smashed their lips together

“Mmh… Baby. What are you doing?” He mumbled into her mouth as she started grinding down on him slowly

“Nothing. Can’t I just kiss my boyfriend?” She pulled her head back. Her hands tugged on his hair making him whimper and tilt his head upwards to get a better look at her

“You’re usually not like this” He said between rough kisses from the woman in his lap “I’m not complaining, but-“

“Then stop talking” He whimpered when she forced her tongue into his mouth

His hands traveled from her waist and down to her ass, palming her softly. She smirked into his mouth when she started feeling him harden under her

“Please, I need you” Charles whimpered as her lips trailed to his neck, sucking lightly at his skin

“I know you do” Her voice was confident as her hands sneaked under his shirt

One of his hands went to his face trying to remove his glasses before it got to heated, but her hand come up and slapped his away

“Keep them on” She spoke again before he could express his confusion “You look fucking hot with them on” She smirked when he whimpered at her words

He eventually nodded, agreeing on her request “Good. Thank you baby” She kissed his lips surprisingly soft

It was a struggle to get his shirt off because of his glasses, but it eventually got off. She got off of his lap, making him whine

She got to her knees in front of him. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of his sweats, pulling his boxers with it

He lifted his hips off of the couch so she could them all the way down. He whimpered at the way she kissed his inner thigh as he lifted his legs to get the sweats and boxers off

She scooted closer, in between his legs, making him part them more

He felt embarrassed like this; naked, exposed on their crazy expensive couch. They had never been intimate outside of the bedroom, so there was also a kind of excitement in his gut

She slowly started swirling her tongue around the tip of his cock, drawing out all the kind of filthy sounds she loved hearing

“Fuck. S'il te plaît, baby. Stop teasing” He bucked his hips up slightly, but it only resulted in her pulling away “No, no. I’m sorry. I need you, please”

He whimpered again as she started sucking lightly on the skin of his inner thighs. He threw his head back against the couch as her tongue grazed over the marks, easing the stinging sensation

He moaned loud when she got her mouth around the head of his cock again. She swirled her tongue a few times before she drove down, taking all of him into her mouth

“Fuck, yes, baby. Feels so good” His words were slurred as her head bobbed up and down his shaft “Yes, keep going, baby” He tried so hard not to buck his hips up into her mouth

“Tu es tellement chaud comme ça, bébé” She hummed at his words, making him moan in a high-pitched tone

“Fuck. Baby, I’m so close. Please, baby” His thighs were starting to shake while he twitched in her mouth

“s'il te plaît, je peux venir?” She hummed, giving him the permission to come deep down her throat

She swallowed it all, making sure nothing was slipping out of her mouth. She sat back, soothing and kissing his thighs as he came down from his orgasm

“You think you can give me one more, baby?” She asked kissing the inside of his thighs. A few seconds went by before he nodded with a low ‘yes’

“Good boy” She stood up, seeing the way he squirmed at the praise “Lay down on your back” She kissed him softly before he did what he was told

“tu es un si bon garçon pour moi, mon amour” She said as she got in his lap, legs on both sides of his hips

His hands went to the sides of her waist as she started stroking him slowly, making him whine in desperation

“Hands off, Leclerc” She said stern, but he didn’t react to her words. He could only moan and her touch

“I said; hands off” She stopped the movements in her wrist

“No, please. Let me touch you. Please, I’m begging you” He looked pathetic like this. Naked, begging, fogged up glasses, and messy hair

She didn’t wanna tell him again, so she took both of his hands off of her body, holding them above his head with one hand before she went back to stroking him slowly

“Be a good boy and so as I say. Bad boys don’t get what they want” She smirked hearing his whine

She sat up slightly, just enough for her to draw the tip of his cock through her folds, earning a loud moan from her

“Fuck, you’re doing so good for me, mon amour” She whined as she slowly sank down on him. He screwed his eyes shut and bit his bottom lip, trying to hold his loud sounds in

“I want to hear you’re pretty moans, Charl” He let go of his lip as well as his moans “You sound so fucking good” She praised him as she started going up and down on him

“You’re doing so good for me” Her own moans slipped out of her mouth. Her nails dug into his wrist as she sped up

The sounds of their mixed moans and their skin slapping against each other was filling the whole apartment, if not the whole complex

“You’re so pretty like this; fucked out, trembling, naked, sweaty. So pretty, and just for me. Only me” She started rolling her hips, making Charles’ cock hit the right spot inside her

He nodded along side a groan “Just for you, mon amour” Strings of French curse words fell from his lips, indicating he was getting closer again

“You’re gonna come for me, Charlie?” He nodded, arching his back away from the couch

“Yes, please, fuck. Can I come?” He always asked, even though she has asked if he was gonna come

“Of course, baby” She captured his lips on hers as he came inside her. The feeling of his cum inside her, send her over the edge, getting her own orgasm

“You did so good for me, love” She kissed the corner of his mouth, letting go of his wrists, letting him finally touch her

“Always so good”

[justananxiousweirdo]

Joost NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Joost immediately helps you clean yourself up. And as soon as you’re all clean it’s snuggle time. Joost loves post sex snuggles, he burrows his head into your neck and holds you as close and physically possible.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Joost likes his hair, he spends so much time doing it and he loves it so much. He also loves anywhere he has a tattoo because he loves his tattoos.

His favorite on you is either your face or your arms. He loves your face because to him it’s what makes you you. And he loves your gorgeous eyes, beaming smile, and just everything about your face. He loves your arms because he loves to be held by them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Joost loves seeing you covered in his cum, cum on you or in you he just thinks it’s really fucking hot. He loves pumping his cum deep inside you and keeping it there. But if you don’t let him he’s coating as much of your body as he can, your tits, face, stomach, thighs, ass, literally wherever.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He loves when you’re in control. He isn’t really submissive per se but he loves when your riding him chasing after your own climax ignoring Joosts own.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Joost is not very experienced, and while he’s definitely not bad, towards the beginning of your relationship it was definitely a bit of a learning process for him.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position where he can see your face, Joost loves eye contact during sex so as long as he can see your pretty eyes he’s happy. Despite that he’s still a sucker for doggy style. Just something about hitting you from behind really gets him going.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s a little on the goofy side, but it’s in the way where he’ll try to talk dirty but can’t take himself seriously when he does so he just ends up laughing.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

My guy is bushy as hell. He simply doesn’t care enough to shave down there, as long as it doesn’t bother you it doesn’t bother him. Because he doesn’t want to take a razor down there.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s so romantic, like he goes above and beyond to make sure you feel so loved each time you guys have sex. He does his best to set a romantic mood as well, like if you guys aren’t hot and heavy before hand he’s lifting up candles and has occasionally surprised you with roses and rose petals. Like when he can it looks like a newly weds honeymoon suite.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Joost does his best to just wait for you to help him take care of it. He’s usually patient enough he can wait til the next time he sees you but sometimes when he’s in your and doesn’t know how long it will be he’ll face time you so he can hear your voice and see you when he jerks it.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I feel like Joost is rather vanilla, he definitely has some kinks but nothing too crazy. He totally has a little bit of a vocal fetish or whatever like the sounds you make definitely get him going a bit. He likes orgasm control stuff as well.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your guys’ bed or a nice bubble bath. He prefers the bed because it’s very comfortable and it just makes sense to him but he likes to draw you guys a bubble bath and leave a little room so the water doesn’t poor out too much when you guys get up to it.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Anytime you start flirting with him he’s immediately ready. Anything you do to make him think you want him makes him want you. Also anytime you wear his clothes. He thinks you look so hot in his shirts and he absolutely loves to fuck you in them.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No daddy kink or anything like that, age play, just nothing weird and creepy like that. (Not to kink shame) He also won’t do anything to hurt you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

That tongue definitely gets some good use, he’s a major munch. Joost loves eating your box. Anytime he can he’ll eat your pussy. He’s good at it too, he’s learned exactly what you like and he does it well.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He prefers slow and sensual, he wants it to be more of a love making time than just fucking. But if you ever want it fast and rough he will give you fast and rough.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s not the biggest fan or quickies because he prefers to take his time but he’d never pass up the opportunity to have sex with you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’d prefer not to take many risks but if you ever come to him with something you want to try he just can’t say no to you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can get a good two rounds in, three is really pushing it for him but he might be able to squeeze in a third.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t really like toys but if you have something you like to use he’ll use it on you. But he’d much rather just get the job done himself. He might even take a little bit of offense if you ask him to use a toy on you. But he wouldn’t say anything.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He likes to tease but the moment you start begging he gives in. He’s tried to stick it out but it’s impossible for him to say no to you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He only makes noise when he’s cumming. He’s almost weirdly silent during sex, but he likes listening to the sounds you make, and he keeps pretty quite minus a groan here and there.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Joost loves overstimulation, he loves when you fuck him so good he’s overwhelmed. He thinks it’s so hot you can get him writhing and whimpering while inside you. Whether he’s in your pussy or your mouth if you over stimulate him he’s putty in your hands.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

We’ve all seen Joosts outline, he’s a good 6 inches and he uses them well.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It’s not abnormally high, but it’s pretty high. He’s head over heels in love with you and is always down to have sex.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He gets pretty tired from sex and he always cuddles you afterwards so it doesn’t usually take him that long to fall asleep. He does his aftercare duties and makes sure your comfortable before falling asleep himself.

[these-lovely-monsters]

The Dragon's Pretty Treasure - Part 1

[NSFW | 18+]

Characters: m!dragon x f!reader

Content: kidnapping, mild dub-con, inhuman anatomy, size difference, two dicks, dp, tail action, fluids, koala bear fleshlight

(Note: part 1 is just the setup and only contains kidnapping - aforementioned cws are for the whole story)

Series complete: [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

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Opening your eyes, you blink a few times, trying to adjust your vision to the darkness surrounding you. There is a faint glow that gently illuminates the space around you but everything else is mostly darkness and all you can make out are vague shapes and shadows. Looking around, you see that a small bit of light is coming from some embers in a dying fire next to you. This is definitely not your tiny studio apartment back home.

Where the hell are you?

As you sit up, you rub your eyes, groaning at the stiffness in your joints. From the aches in your muscles, you must have been asleep for a while. Looking down, you realize that you are lying on a bed of what seem to be soft furs or pelts of some kind. A cool breeze drifts in from somewhere and you shiver, realizing that you are also naked. 

What the fuck happened?

But before you can try to rack your foggy brain to figure it out, a giant yellow eye the size of your head blinks open at the edge of the darkness across from you. Yelping in shock, you scramble backwards as the eye rotates to reveal a second one just as large and luminescent. Both eyes have giant slitted pupils and seem to glow in the darkness. Before you can get far, something smooth and cool wraps around your waist, holding you in place. Heart pounding in your ears, you glance down to find that it is a dark green, almost black, appendage covered in scales. Extending from the darkness, it winds around your stomach with the end coming to a tapered point near your navel. It squeezes gently, hard enough to hold you firm but not enough to hurt.

Holy shit, is it a tail of some sort?

Too terrified to move further, you hold your breath and look back up at the giant yellow orbs peering at you from the shadows. Slowly, they begin to draw closer, and you hear heavy, measured thuds echo off the walls. As the eyes approach the dying fire, a massive snout comes into view and then a head the size of a car follows. Your eyes bug as you take in the scaly surface of a face, with ridged brows and a line of spikes running in increasing size from the tip of its snout up and over the back of its head. Two large horns protrude from above its brows and curve backwards towards where you assume its shoulders would be.

When its snout is a few inches from your face, you tremble as its nostrils flare and it inhales deeply. Then it exhales with a low rumbling sound as its hot breath fans across your face, blowing strands of hair off your shoulders.

It’s…sniffing you!

You nearly jump out of your skin when a deep, inhuman voice booms through the cavern and you have to cover your ears from the sheer volume.

“You are awake.”

The voice continues to echo off the walls for a few moments and then silence settles again, apart from the monster’s deep rhythmic breaths and your pounding heart. Slowly, you lower your hands from your ears and realize, belatedly, that it hadn’t moved its mouth when it spoke.

Had it projected its voice or are you just going crazy? Probably just going crazy.

“Where…where am I?” you manage to stammer out.

“My cave,” it rumbles again, softer this time, as if it realized its voice was too loud.

Oh fuck, you are going to die here, cold and naked in this cave.

Beginning to hyperventilate, you start to struggle in the grasp of its tail. 

“Please don’t eat me!” you shout. 

You need to figure out a way to get out of here!

It lets out a low, chuffing sound, which must be a chuckle and says, “I don’t plan to eat you.” And before you know what’s happening, its jaws part slightly and a giant, tapered tongue slips between massive, razor sharp teeth and licks up the side of your neck.

Shit, this monster definitely wants to eat you.

“Why am I here?” you squeak, utterly terrified but trying to keep it talking in the hopes you can figure out an escape plan before it decides it’s done playing with its food.

“I wanted a pretty treasure for my horde.”

A pretty treasure?... Does he mean you?

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I promise there will be smut in part 2!

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

Bonus: here is a size comparison if you're wondering just how big this guy really is...

[ldysmfrst]

American Mate (10) - A Date in the Right Direction

Paring: Hybrid!BTS Ot7 x Plus-sized Human FemReader

Status: Ongoing series

Chapter number: 10 of unknown

Word count for Chapter: 11,976

Work count for Story: 65,512

Genre: Hybrid Playmate Au inspired by works created by @yoongiofmine

A little about the author: I am a mother of two beautiful children, one of whom has special needs, and the other loves everyone. I am currently not working because of a broken foot. I started a Patreon, and I would be grateful if you donated to help me make ends meet while I am out of work.

Warnings: (I am not good at this, but I will try. Let me know if I missed anything!!) NOT BETA READ!! This story will have a bit of angst, fluff, smut, f/m, m/m, and m/f/m. This chapter does have mentions of lost pregnancy, pack dynamics, comfort, Alpha/Luna vibes, and close proximity, but mainly, it is just Fluff.

BTS HYBRID ANIMAL TYPES: Seokjin - Roan Ferret, Yoongi - Black Jaguar, Hoseok - Marten, Namjoon - Alaskan Timber Wolf, Jimin - Red Panda, Taehyung - White Southwest African Tiger, Jungkook - Flemish Giant Rabbit

AMERICAN MATE MASTER LIST / LDYSMFRST MASTER LIST

The next morning is a complete departure from your usual routine. You had meticulously set your alarm for 7:30 am, anticipating a quick shower would suffice before your medical appointment. But fate had other plans in store for you.

Shuffling, giggling, and the hushed “Quiet Kookie” woke you. Wait… is that water running? What time… what?

Stretching as you blink your eyes, you end up face to face with Jungkook, “Ah! Jungkook! What are you doing?”

“Good morning, my sweets,” the bunny smiled brightly with his big eyes. No care in the world that he just spooked you await.

Still hearing movement, you take a look around. Jungkook is kneeling on the bed but not inside your fort. Yoongi has popped his head out of your bathroom, and Seokjin stands at the entry door with a tray.

“Good morning, Jungkook, Seokjin, Yoongi. What time is it?’ rubbing your eyes and stretching again. Man, that was the deepest sleep you have gotten in a long time. 

Each Alpha wants to coo at your cute little stretches, which are maddeningly hidden by Taehyung’s blanket. 

Seokjin is the first to snap out of watching you, “It’s almost 7 am, dear. I have a light breakfast, and Yoongi is drawing a bath for you. We want to make sure you're comfortable and ready for your day."

Looking at Seokjin with a bit of a question furrowing your brow. Yoongi retreats into the bathroom now that he sees you are not upset at the intrusion.

 “Sweets, we heard your doctor’s appointment was this morning. I hate doctor’s appointments, and we thought it might be uncomfortable for you, too.” Jungkook says while he giggles at your expression.

“Thank you, Alphas. I was going to try a shower today, but a bath sounds good,” you say. A smile blooms on your face at the knowledge of the Alphas trying to make your day good.

“Princess, the bath is ready. I used the Cassia and Cherry scented bath bomb for you today. I set a towel to the side for you like last time. When you are done, please call for any of us to help dry your hair, okay?” asks Yoongi as he heads toward the door.

“Sure thing, Yoongi. Thank you again.” With another smile, Yoongi looks pointedly at the youngest packmate before leaving to get ready, presumably.

“Jin, is breakfast something that will get cold, or can I eat it after the bath?” you ask. Meanwhile, you note that Jungkook has scooted closer to you but still not close enough to touch you or your fort. 

“It’s a simple breakfast: just some fruits and a bagel with cream cheese,” his eyes widened. He looked at the tray and then back at you. “You do like fruit, bagels, and cream cheese, right?”

Giggling, you kick out of the blankets and start scooting toward him. “Who doesn’t like those? They would be crazy not to like those!” 

You look at the array of foods on the tray, “Thank you, Jin. It looks good. Oh, you got mangos, my favorite!” 

You happily take a large bite of the slice and close your eyes to enjoy the burst of flavor. Seokjin watches you eat intensely, and Jungkook approaches your side.

Opening your eyes, you look back at the bunny, asking, “Can you have mangos?” At his nodding, you offer him to take the rest of the mango in your hand. 

Leaning forward, Jungkook eats the mango from your hand. His lips barely touch your fingertips, temporarily short-circuiting you. 

You immediately drop your hand and look back at Seokjin, only to notice he is watching Jungkook eat. You feel like you are getting too warm over witnessing something that should be between mates only.

“Umm... I am gonna go take that bath now,” you say softly. 

Bolting into the walk-in closet, you look for something comfortable and yours to wear today. You pull out a pair of leggings, a sports bra, a crisscross tank, and a non-thousand-dollar sweater.

When you leave the closet, you notice that the tray has been left at the end of the bed, and the two remaining Alphas have left the room. 

Softly, you bang your head on the door frame and mumble, “Good job, y/n. Way to keep professionalism.”

You could ask someone to take you to a salon to wash it. 

Your mind didn’t focus on any one thing as you dried off and dressed. That seems to be your mode right now. 

Your mind is like a laptop with 20 tabs open, and you cannot figure out where the music is coming from or what language it is even in.

Walking out of the bathroom, you towel off your hair and head to the door to ask Yoongi for help, as instructed. 

At the sound of your name being called from inside the bedroom, you jump and spin around to see Seokjin sitting down with a brush and cordless hair dryer.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, but it sounded like you were almost done with your bath. I wanted to help you with your hair,” Seokjin says, holding up the tools. “That and I wanted to talk to you while you ate.”

“It’s okay, Jin. I had joked with Yoongi earlier about getting him and Taehyung a bell, but now I think it’s not them being sneaky.” You shake your head and make your way to sit on the bed in front of the eldest Alphas.

You smile as you relish the feeling of someone else brushing your hair. Reaching out with your good hand, you pull the food tray closer and start munching. The mango, strawberries, and grapes are so fresh. The bagel and cream cheese also taste like they were made this morning.

Behind you, Seokjin noticed how tangled your hair was still. This prompted him to go into the bathroom and get some leave-in conditioner. Just like Yoonig, Soekjin brushes your hair gently.

When he goes to blow dry your hair, you turn around, stopping him from continuing, and ask, “Jin, umm… I wasn’t able to wash my hair as well as I would like to have. Can someone take me to a salon to wash it?”

“You could have asked one of us to help, dear.”Soekjin says, then quickly adds, “Like to wash it over the sink or something.”

“I didn’t think of that. Not used to having people willing to help me,” you respond, looking down shyly. 

Putting a finger under your chin, Seokjin tilts your head back to look at him. “I understand. It will take time to depend on the seven of us, but we are all here for you. I will see what I can do about getting your hair done. For now, what would you like me to do, dear?”

“I would normally braid it, but that won’t work. Maybe a bun?”

“I can do a bun, or I can see if Tae is still here. He has sisters, so I am sure he knows how to braid,” he offers.

“A bun is fine. We don’t have much time, and you said you wanted to talk to me,” you say, turning around and resuming your munching.

“I did… wanna talk to you.” Finishing up the bun, he puts the brushes in your bathroom and asks, “Namjoon talked to you about the outings that the pack wants to do with you right?” 

“Oh yes. I think it is nice of the pack to want to do that. I thought this would be more of a group activity kind of pack since you are all bonded. Goes to show you cannot make assumptions,” you giggle.

“Right, I may love my mates together, but sometimes you just need some alone or one-on-one time.” 

Sitting on the other side of the food tray, his eyes take in that you have avoided all of the melons on the plate. “You don’t like melons?”

“Not really. I mean, I will eat watermelon and cantaloupe if that is the only fruit, but I am not much of a honeydew fan,” seeing his shoulders drop at your response. 

You take a grape, eat it, and smile, “It was a great breakfast for not knowing me that well, Alpha.”

Smiling softly, he notes that he will tell the rest of the pack to avoid melons at all costs and stock up on strawberries, grapes, and mangoes.

“So the umm… outings. It will be interesting to fit them into your guys’ schedules soon. This first week is practically shot since it’s almost over, and the contract hasn’t even been finalized yet. So they will start next week if all goes well?”

“Actually, that is what I wanted to talk to you about,” Seokjin takes your hands in his. “Y/n, I know the contract isn’t finished, but it really doesn’t matter. It’s more like a formality than anything at this point.”

You think of how everything has not followed standard operational procedures. You can hear Derek yelling at you about legalities. You nod slowly in hesitant agreement, waiting for him to continue.

“With that being said, Miss Y/n, Soekjin looks into your eyes, allowing his confidence and childlike anticipation to show. “Would you do me the honor of going out with me tonight?”

You automatically feel your face burst into a blush at his question. For some reason, you thought they would just tell you who would take you and where. 

But no. Kim Seokjin, the talented singer of the world-famous K-pop group, is asking you to join him… tonight. The contract is not set; you haven’t passed anything yet, and he is still asking.

Knowing that the pack planned and agreed upon this, you smile, “Tonight sounds great, Jin.”

Why does it feel like you just agreed to go on a date with the eldest member of the Bangtan pack?

Yoongi and Jungkook were the only ones left in the packhouse, Seokjin having left after your conversation. 

At 9:30 a.m., Dr. Blackwell arrives with her bag and a smaller suitcase. The doctor has taken you into your room and done the physical exam, wanting to get that out of the way as quickly as possible.

Something about it makes the Alphas feel uneasy, given its vulnerability. 

Now, you are all sitting in the dining room, an alpha on each side, with the focus laser-focused on Dr. Blackwell, who seems not to be affected at all.

“Miss Y/n, these questions are personal in nature, and you can deny the presence of the Alphas at your side. They would be required to leave the packhouse and be out of earshot so that you can answer comfortably.”

“Do you want them to stay or leave?” the Doctor asks.

Feeling the hybrids at your side shift at the notion of having to leave you, you answer, “They can stay, Dr. Blackwell. Everything you ask will be in a report for them all to see anyway.”

“Very well,” she finally glances at the two men. “If either of you think you may hear things you do not want to hear then please take your leave now.”

“We are good,” Yoongi replies, and Jungkook nods in agreement.

“Alright. Well, Miss Y/n, can you tell me of your family history, any health conditions, addictions, or genetic background?” the doctor asks.

“Sure. My brother is healthy as a horse and backpacking around the Blue Ridge Mountain range right now. My mother is relatively healthy but does drink heavily in social situations. My grandparents were healthy too and drank socially also.”

“Are those your mother’s parents?”

“Oh yes, this is all my mom’s side. I don’t know anything about my father’s side. He was only in my life until I was about 10 or 11. He and my mother divorced, and mom took away all contact with him and that side of the family.”

“You don’t know your dad?” Jungkook asks with a frown. Bunny hybrids live in large family colonies, so it doesn’t make sense to him.

“No, I don’t. I tried to find him when I turned 18, but my mother threatened to disown me and stuff, so … yeah. I had tried for almost a year before she found out. I figured he would have contacted me by now, if he wanted to.”

Placing your hand on Jungkook’s, you smile softly at him, “It’s been years, Thumper. I am okay.”

“What about your personal history, Miss Y/n?” the doctor says, getting everyone back on track.

“Well, besides my being considered obese by medical standards,” you hear a soft growl from the jaguar but continue, “I have Hashimoto’s Thyroiditis. The main symptoms are tiredness, inability to lose weight, some food sensitivities and I am pretty much cold 24/7.”

“Can you list your food sensitivities, please? This is imperative for the contract, as all dietary restrictions must be factored in, Miss Y/n.”

“Umm... yeah. I can’t typically find my way around it, so they really are not restrictions,” you hurriedly say, trying to find a way to avoid the question.

“Princess, Hyung is going to want to know the specifics. His love language is food; remember his promise to keep you well-fed. This will help ensure he doesn’t hurt you in the process,” encourages Yoongi.

“Yeah, sweets. Even Jin-hyung is allergic to garlic, Tae Tae cannot eat spicy foods, and Joonie and Jiminnie-hyung don’t eat seafood. I don’t think it's an allergy for them, but it might as well be,” Jungkook adds, trying to help you feel comfortable.

“Okay,” you nod at both of them and turn to the doctor. I am allergic to chocolate. Citrus and spices give me blisters in my mouth. Sometimes, bananas and avocados make my mouth itchy because of my latex allergy, but I love them. I don’t have a gallbladder, so I avoid red meat for the most part.”

You glance at the jaguar hybrid beside you, expecting a negative response. 

However, you are met with a gummy smile and a tail wrapping your thigh, “thank you for sharing, Princess. You and Joonie can share all the surf and turf meals.”

This causes everyone to laugh, effectively making the mood lighter than before. 

You continue to answer a series of questions, and then you come to the questions that you hate: the social history, a.k.a. ‘how lame your sex life is’ questions.

“Miss Y/n, since the Bangtan Pack has requested not to include the rut clause. We do have to ask you about things that will affect that. It's best to rapid-fire these to avoid any awkwardness,” the doctor suggests while giving the two Alphas stern looks.

“Sure, rapid-fire works Dr. Blackwell.”

“Gender at birth?”

“Female.”

“Identify as?”

“The same.”

“Orientation?”

“Heterosexual and sapiosexual.” Piquing the interest of the Alphas at your side, but the doctor presses on.

“Ever had intercourse?’

“Yes.”

“Pregnancies?”

“Yes, one that failed. I had a miscarriage.” Jungkook’s hand squeezes yours as Yoogni’s tail softly brushes your forearm.

“Last sexual encounter?

“Th… three years ago. I.. I stopped when I had the miscarriage.”

“Birth Control?”

“IUD implanted shortly after the miscarriage.”

“Well, I think that is all. Your IUD is still usable for another 2 years and the bloodwork will tell us if there is anything else to worry about.”

“Thank you, Dr. Blackwell. I will walk you out and… I think I will take a walk around the property to get some fresh air.” 

Both you and the doctor go outside, chatting about random things. 

When she goes to get into the car, she stops you from walking off, “Miss Y/n, I didn’t ask with the pack there, but do you want any information on a therapist?”

“Oh no, Thank you, Dr. Blackwell. I can give you Ryan’s number if you need it for the report. He is the Licensed Social Worker that I was seeing until about a year ago.”

“Yes, unfortunately, without his report, I would need to do a psych assessment for the contract.” With that, you gave her all the information for Ryan. 

You also decided to call him on your walk and to make sure to get the proper forms to release the sensitive information. Being a good therapist, he questions how you are doing, if you are having any complications with all the questions, and the change in your situation. 

You don’t hold back. You let your former therapist know everything. At the end of it all, you realize you have no issues with what has happened. 

You are playing your future with caution, and today’s visit wasn’t as terrifying or problematic as you thought it might be.

Inside the packhouse, however, Yoongi and Jungkook were very much dealing with how worrisome the doctor’s visit had become for them. 

Once you and the doctor left, they went to Yoongi’s den and chatted with Namjoon and Seokjin. Yoongi went over everything that had happened during the doctor’s visit. 

Seokjin was the calmest of the four. He was happy to learn about the dietary restrictions now and not during your date with him tonight. Being the eldest, he figured you had had an entire life before them. 

Your reactions to their advantages, the level of panic in certain situations, and your negative self-image have already told him more than enough.

Namjoon remained primarily silent throughout the conversation. With every new bit of information, his resolve to talk with your family pack without you present solidified. 

Not to mention, his Alpha now wants to ensure that your experiences with the pack are top-notch. He smiles, knowing Jin’s plans for tonight will hopefully start things off on the right track.

Ending the call, Yoongi and Jungkook head back downstairs and outside. They can hear you walking around the yard, but you are talking to someone about Dr. Blackwell and records. 

Considering that you chose to make this call without them around, they sit on the back patio. This allows them to watch over you but respect your privacy. 

Bangtan Pack Group Chat

Prime: Hey guys, I want to ask you all something. Hob-ah already knows about this because we talked about it last night. 

Prime: After Y/n’s appointment today, which revealed a few new things, I think this idea is really our best bet.

Mochi: What is it, Hyung?

V: What happened at her appointment? Is she okay?

WWH: She is fine, but there were some concerns, which we will discuss later. Namjoon, what is your idea?

Prime: I want to go and talk to the Y/l/n Pack.

Bun: You did that already, though, with Jimin and Yoongi-hyung.  You wanna go again?

Seokie: Let him talk Kookie!

Bun: Sorry.

Prime: It’s OK, Kookie. Thank you, Hobi-hyung. I want to go but I want to go without Y/n.

Yoons: You better have a good reason to see a pack without their Luna, Namjoon.

Prime: I want to tell them Y/n is our mate. 

Bun: So we are okay with lying to her but not to her pack?

Seokie: No, Bunny. We are not lying to her. We are waiting til the right time to tell her. 

Bun: Same difference.

Prime: Talking with her pack and letting them know might get them to tell us more about her and how to tell without her running from us. 

WWH: I agree with Yoongi. This is playing with fire. But it may be our best chance. They could help open her mind to the idea.

Prime: Does anyone want to go with me?

Bun: Nope. Not even. She will be the next person I tell about the mate bond.

Yoons: I am with Jungkook on this one. I will stay out of this. 

V: I will go with you, hyung. I would like to meet her family pack to start with.

Seokie: I will go, too.

WWH: When is this happening?

Prime: I don’t know yet. I was hoping for tonight.

Prime: but maybe this weekend would be better?

Mochi: Sorry, but Manager Sejin asked what was happening.

Mochi: He thinks this is a good idea. The weekend would work best.

Mochi: also, Seokjin and Namjoon should go, but no more than 4

Mochi: So I am out. I saw them, and I still have other stuff.

WWH: If you schedule it this weekend, I will go. Tonight, I am taking Y/n out on a date.

Prime: Okay, Jin and Hobi-hyung plus TaeTae and I. Got it.

The rest of the morning was quiet. Neither of the Alphas present sought you out, but you would see them skirt around wherever you were. You finally had enough of it and went back to your room.

Looking through the preliminary contract, you found Manager Sejin’s cell number. You decide to call him to ensure he is updated with everything. 

“Hello, this is Sejin.”

“Manager Sejin, it’s Y/n. How are you today?”

“Oh Y/n! Hi. I am doing well. Thank you for asking. Yourself?”

“I am doing, umm… well, I’m ok,” you hesitate to ask why the two Alphas are avoiding you.

“Yeah, should I pretend to believe you?” asks the BTS manager. Of course, he isn’t going to notice, but at least he is giving you an out.

“Can we put a pin in it for now? I want to go over a few things with you first.”

“Sure thing. What did you want to discuss? Actually, how did you get my number?”

“Your number is the only number listed on the preliminary contract, Manager Sejin,” you giggle slightly.

“Oh yeah, sorry, most Playmates don’t get a preliminary contract. Anyways, is there something I can help you with?”

“Yes, but first– Dr. Blackwell has come and gone. She did the full physical exam, blood sample, and full history. I also gave Dr. Blackwell my prior therapist's phone number. After she left, I contacted him and he will send me the ROI.”

“Wonderful news. You can tell this isn’t your first rodeo, even if you haven't been a Playmate before. Aside from the mental health report, everything else should be done by tomorrow afternoon.”

“Ryan is already working on a mental health summary report and will have it ready by tonight. He is really quick with that. He is a PMS contracted therapist, Manager Sejin.”

“That is even more perfect. Nothing seems concerning on our end, or the doctor would have already called me.”

“Well, one would think that nothing is concerning,” you say, clearing your throat. 

Glancing at your door and deciding you are unsure where the Alphas are now in the house, you move to the bathroom. Closing the door and turning on the sink.

“Miss Y/n are... Are you in the kitchen?”

“No, I am hiding in the bathroom. I don’t know where Yoongi and Jungkook are, but they have been… umm, well… they have been observing me from afar.”

“Observing from afar? Like, what do you mean?”

“After the doctor left, I took a walk outside because some of the information at the end was intense but not unpleasant... for me.” 

You nibble on your bottom lip, “But maybe they aren’t okay with it.”

“Okay. I agree that their behavior indicates that something is off. Have you tried going to them? Maybe they are giving you some space.”

“No, I got nervous. I guess I got used to them always coming to me,” you contemplate. “Oh! Can you possibly have someone take me to the salon?”

“Umm, I take it you have no idea what you are doing for your date tonight?”

Your breath catches in your throat when he calls tonight a date. You turn off the sink and walk back to the bedroom. 

Is that what this is? 

Is that what he called it? 

Does the pack know?

“Well, yes, to all of that.  Jin said you accepted going out tonight with him. Is he supposed to call it something else?”

“Shit! I said that all out loud?”

Manager Sejin chuckles, “Miss Y/n. It is okay. All of them know about your date with Jin tonight. Actually, I think that may explain the distance.”

“They do? It does?” You sit on the edge of your bed. The revelation that everyone is calling this a date has you reeling.

“They do and don’t tell them I told you, but everyone is nervous about it. Seokjin may not be the Prime Alpha, but he is the oldest mate. There is a lot of pressure for him to make sure tonight goes well.”

“Oh, he could do a movie night in, and I would be happy.”

“Well, this is Kim Seokjin. I doubt you'll be having a movie night at the Pack House. I suspect he has more things planned for you than what you realize.”

“Oh boy, I really need to get my hair done then, ah… Where are we going? Do I need to go shopping? Do I have the right thing to wear?”

“Miss Y/n, now is not the time to spiral. He will let you know what is happening soon. Just be ready. Since it’s already lunchtime, I suggest snacking on something.”

“Wait, you still haven’t explained why tonight Jin has to do with Thumper and Yoongi staying away.”

“I'm going to try not to laugh at you calling Jungkook Thumper,” he says, clearing his throat and trying to mask his laughter. “I am sure you have heard that Alphas are territorial, right?”

“Riiiiight, but Namjoon said they weren’t territorial like that, and he didn’t think they would be with these… ah these dates.”

“They won’t. What Yoongi and Jungkook are doing right now is the reason why they won’t.”

“Oh, but we sat next to each other when I spoke to the doctor.”

“Well, if you want to have a super happy Alpha tonight, you might want to change clothes and wash your hands, but know that you really don’t have to. He isn’t the possessive one of the group.”

After the call, you followed Manager Sejin’s advice by changing your pants, which Yoongi’s tail touched, and washing your hands up to your elbows just to be safe.

You were too nervous to eat now, so you looked around for the other two Alphas, which you knew had to be nearby. 

Only to realize that you, a human, were trying to hunt down two adult male Alpha hybrids. 

One of them could turn into a bunny that could fit who knows where and has the prey instinct to hide.

The other was an apex-like predator hybrid. You have already threatened to get a bell for him because of his sneakiness.

Giving up, you returned to your room and wasted time scrolling through Tumblr and Insta.

It has just hit 1 pm when you get a knock on your door. When you answer it, you are met with a woman in a pantsuit who doesn’t say anything and hands you a phone. Looking at the screen, you see that there is an active call.

“Umm… Hello? This is Y/n,” you speak into the phone.

“Hello, my dearest,” replies the voice on the other end of the line.

“Jin! You had to send a bodyguard to call me?”

“How else would I contact you? I haven’t been allowed to get your phone number. Her name is Jen, and she will be your driver today.”

“Ah yeah, I should get that to everyone, but why do I need a driver?” Smiling at the now-named woman, you cover the mic on the phone, “Hello Jen, I am y/n.”

“Yes, you do. Are you ready for tonight?”

“No, not even close. I don’t know where we are going, so I don’t know what to wear. My hair is still in the bun. Yoongi and Thumper have been nowhere to be found in the last hour.”

You hear a low chuckle from the phone line and look at the phone with irritated confusion: “You’re laughing?”

“From now on, the only Alpha you need to worry your pretty little head with is… Me.”

His voice has taken a lower tone than other times he has spoken to you, and there is something so stimulating about it.

“Now, my dearest, please go with Jen. She will take you to Mare Salon in West Hollywood, and you will join me for an early dinner. Ready?”

“Yes, Alpha,” you respond quickly, not wanting to upset the Alpha, who controls the rest of your day. While you are not a pushover, you want to be open to tonight and figure you might as well go with the flow.

“Good. Please hand the phone back to Jen and get ready to leave.”

Following his instructions, you hand the phone over. Then grab your purse, phone, and jacket. When you return to the door, Jen is no longer on the phone. “Ready when you are.”

(NOTE: If you would like to see what is being described, please go to American Mate - Date with Jin Pinterest Board)

She leads you to a sleek, all-black Town Car and opens the back door for you. Taking your seat, you find an envelope with your name next to you. Inside is a handwritten letter which reads:

My dearest Y/n, I want you to know that I am in awe of your grace throughout this past week. Even in the ups and downs, you held your ground, spoke your mind, and brought a life to the pack that none of us knew was missing.  Tonight, let us celebrate our paths crossing and our lives intertwining.  Our first stop of the night is Mare Salon, and this is my first chance to show you that I can treat you as you should be.  They will only show you options that can be completed in time to make our dinner reservation.  Feel free to pick any of the packages offered. Enjoy yourself right now. See you soon, Kim Seokjin

You read the letter multiple times. He calls you his dearest as if you are something important to him, and he is treating you to a top-tier salon experience. 

Seokjin may be known as World Wide Handsome, but he is a World Wide Charmer.

The experience at Mare Salon was something new and something you swear only the 1% would typically experience.

First, you had a personal attendant, probably because you were their only customer for the rest of the day. 

Secondly, they offered you a smoothie of your choice, and you got a Peanut Butter Bananrama, which was so good. 

Finally, you had so many spa packages to choose from. Ultimately, you picked a Tea Tree treatment and a hydration facial.

About halfway through your experience, you received a delivery with a large black box, a medium purple box, and a black bag.

Automatically, a smile blooms on your face, and around you, the sounds of the staff cooing at the gesture have your face tinting pink.

Attached to the large box is another envelope with your name on it. The letter inside reads:

Are you relaxing, my dearest? Let me know if they are treating you like the Luna you are. Do not hesitate to ask Jen or the salon staff for anything. Once you have completed your pampering, Jen will drive you to meet me at the restaurant.  I know you were concerned about what to wear tonight. I hope you do not mind, but I took care of that. Just as I promised, I will take care of you. Please let the one who delivered these to you know if any alterations are needed, and they will make the adjustments per your request.  It shouldn’t be much longer, my dearest. See you soon, Seokjin

You really shouldn’t feel an emotional response from a mated man, but his words are so sweet anyone would swoon. Over your shoulder, you hear the staff mention something about being committed to a fan service.

It’s like ice buckets get thrown over you—fan service. You have seen videos of Idols treating their fans to a day of fun with them. Just recently, you saw NCT 127 make dinner for a super fan.

You were becoming a playmate. This wasn’t much different. They would be paying you to be their friend, their companion. It’s nothing more. 

You continued the services you had requested. The delivered goods are still sitting untouched after you read the letter.

You had been excited, but now the thrill of the letters and the day's excitement seemed dull.

“Miss Y/n, you have a phone call,” your driver, Jen, said while handing you the same phone from before. 

Taking the phone, you smiled and nodded at Jen, then waited for her to move away.

“Thank you for call… wait, no. Sorry, Hello?”

You heard a soft sigh, “You didn’t open the gifts.”

Hearing the statement, you didn’t feel the need to say anything, but there was a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach.

“Dearest, why haven’t you opened them? Did I overstep a boundary?”

You didn’t know what was worse: the sinking feeling that you had disappointed him by not opening his gifts or the feeling that you were making him feel guilty.

“Seokjin,” pausing to take a breath, you were interrupted.

“Seokjin? I am Seokjin again. What did… Y/n, please tell me where I went wrong?” His voice sounds weak, but somehow, he is still in control.

“You haven’t done anything wrong, nor have you overstepped any boundaries,” you respond. Muttering to yourself, “Your service is top-notch.”

“My what?”

“Shit. I didn’t mean to say that out loud. I am sorry, Jin.”

“Explain,” he states, his voice a new tone you haven’t heard before.

“Fan service. The staff here is all giggly about how well you are treating me. Then, one mentioned something about how this was a committed fan service.”

Another sigh comes over the phone. “My dear, my dearest Y/n. This is not fan service. I have not, nor will I ever treat a fan in this way.  All of this is for you.”

“You don’t have to do all this for me. I am just me.”

“Yes, you are just you. My promise to you and only you was to make sure you are eating well, so I am taking you to dinner.”

“Jin…” you breathed out.

“No, let me continue. I had promised to keep you happy and healthy, and spoiling you with this spa hair trip and the gifts was my attempt to follow through on that promise.”

“All this is so much. It’s more than I ever have been given,” you try to keep going.

“I want to impress you, Y/n. Not as World Wide Handsome or as Kim Seokjin of BTS but as Jin, the eldest Prey Alpha of the Bangtan pack. Can you allow me to do that for us?”

After Jin’s phone call, you finished your time at the salon. With the help of the delivery person, you dress in the outfit he sent you for tonight’s dinner. Surprisingly, no alterations were needed.

Now, Jen was pulling the car up to a very green door with a lovely painted woman’s face and the word Amore in green fluorescent lights. 

The first room has vine-covered brick walls with glass ceilings, giving the feel of being outside. The booths out here are beautifully set with candles, and the room's center hangs a lovely chandelier. 

Continuing inside, you are greeted by large wooden panels along the main wall with built-in wine racks, highly decorative green and white walls, and a classic bar in the corner to your left. 

There stands the first person you have seen since you arrived. She smiles softly at you and tilts her head, indicating that you should turn in the other direction. 

Following her subtle hint, you turn only to be greeted with a sight that steals your breath.

He is all in black.

Your eyes drop as you take in Seokjin’s appearance.

Classy wingtip dress shoes.

Dress slacks that are loose but accentuate the length of his legs.

The dress shirt with the top two buttons is undone, allowing you to glance at his collarbones.

Finally, you catch his eyes, which seem darker than usual. However, he doesn’t hold your gaze. Instead, his eyes travel along your body.

 It’s like he was waiting for you to watch him as he assesses his gifts on you.

He has also dressed you in all black.

Your dress is made of tulle, and various parts have a dark silver metallic lining. 

Your neck was a halter with a deep V-neck, which stopped with a cinched high waist and bellowed out into an asymmetrical high-low skirt. You had found this in the large black box.

Out of the purple box, you discovered shoes that allowed you to show off your newly pedicured feet, colored with a deep blue polish. They were silver chain-buckled sandals with box heels that matched the lining of your dress.

Finally, the small bag contained a lovely pair of silver and sapphire earrings and a matching bracelet. The silver parts looked like a flower made of hearts, with gems lying between them.

As his eyes traveled back up your body, he found his voice, “You look stunning.”

“Thank you, Jin,” you say with a shy smile. “You are quite handsome as well.”

He holds his hand out to you, beckoning you forward and sliding your hand in his felt natural. His warmth even pulls you in. It relaxes the tension you didn’t realize you were holding. 

“Thank you for my gifts, Alpha.”

“I am sorry about your experience at the salon. Please don’t ever feel like we are just going through the motions with you. Everything that I do and that the pack does is for you.”

“Jen said something about the staff being jealous Army and that I needed to get used to them if I stuck around.”

“Ah, yes,” he says while guiding you into a small half-circle booth. His Alpha growled in his head, still wanting to fire the one who made you doubt the night's intentions.

When you sat down, you had thought he would go to sit on the other side, but instead, he sat down on the same side, scooting you over to make enough room and draping his arm across the back of the couch.

“In Korea, the crazy ones are called sasaeng. Anyone with fame has to deal with them,” he comments with his eyes focused on you. 

“Sadly, you will also have to deal with them. You may even get your own, but we do our best to protect you from them.”

“I have heard of them. Probably more often than you think. They would sometimes show up to the office either trying to apply to be a Playmate or trying to catch an Idol coming through the halls.”

Looking around the restaurant, “Jin, are we the only ones here?”

“Yes, I booked the whole restaurant. I wanted to make sure we had time to talk without getting bothered.” He gestures to the waitress that you saw when you came in.

“Jin, this is amazing. Have you ever been here?”

“Nope. It had excellent reviews online, and the chef was willing to accommodate our diets without complaint,” he said with a playfully bright smile. 

He looks at the waitress and says, “Please let the chef know we are ready for the first course. For now, I will stick with water, but my lady can have whatever she wants.”

“Miss, would you like to see the drink selection?” she asks. Both of them looked to me for my decision.

“Water. Ice water would be perfect, please, and thank you.”

“Make sure the water does not have a garnish. She is allergic to citrus,” he tells the waitress. Your jaw drops at the fact that he already knows this information. 

“Oh, and please make sure the chef has read the restrictions. I do not want my lady to get sick while eating here.” From your angle, you cannot fully see his face. 

If the waitress's reaction was any indication, it was not the happy face from a moment ago. Soon, his attention was back on you, and the waitress was gone. 

He must have caught your reaction somehow because he gave you a sly smile, “Yoon and Kook let me know of the food concerns right after Dr. Blackwell left, in case you were wondering.”

“Well, that makes sense. At least they talked to someone after the appointment,” you say bitterly.

“Did they do something wrong or make you uncomfortable with your appointment?” Jin asked, his face crunching with concern.

“Oh no! They were great and supportive during the visit. They actually helped me,” you quickly said. Looking down, you focus on the bracelet that he has gifted you. Jin waits patiently for you to continue.

“I spoke with Manager Sejin about their behavior. He said I shouldn’t worry.”

“Y/n,” he says. "What did the boys do to make you call someone outside the pack for advice?” Looking back at Jin, the seriousness of his face takes you back a bit. 

“I don’t want to sound like a child, but” sigh. “they ignored me after the appointment. I don’t think they were comfortable with what they learned about me.”

You go to scoot back, wanting a bit of room between you and Jin. “Manager Sejin said that it was more of a courtesy thing for you.”

That information was like a light bulb turned on over his head. The stern face melted away to a warm smile, “Do you know about Alpha bonding time and possession?”

“The only thing I know is what Derek, my beta, said, but that included imprinting and territory domains.” Your words pulled a soft chuckle from Jin.

The waitress took that moment to bring your drinks and a lovely plate called a Caledonia Blue Prawn Carpaccio. It looks incredible with the thinly sliced prawns, some small piles of what looks like foam, and a yellow gastrique. 

“Here, my dear.” While you had taken a sip of water, Jin had gathered some of the carpaccio and was now offering it to you. “I want to give you the first bite as a show of following through with my promise to always keep you well-fed.”

Blushing slightly, you lean forward and say, “Thank you, Alpha.” The bite offered is unlike anything you have eaten before. The play of textures and flavors sings. 

Humming in delight, you watch as Jin tastes it as well. His instant smile shows he agrees with your reaction.

“Now, back to our jaguar and bunny. I think your Beta is pretty spot on. However, it’s called territorial dominance and not domain. You’re not a website,” Jin says as he continues to feed you bites of food while he talks. 

“Oh. I knew it was something like that, but still, Namjoon said there were never any issues before. So what gives?”

“Oh gosh, how do I explain this to a non-hybrid?” He goes quiet as he contemplates. 

Internally, what he is trying to tell you would require you to know you are his mate. Whenever one bonded Alpha claims a day or period of time with their mate, the rest of the pack will avoid that mate to ensure several things:

1- The called mate(s) is aware that bonding time is needed

2- The calling mate(s) makes preparations for the bonding time for themselves as well as the called mate(s)

3- The remaining mate(s) keep their distance from all mates involved for temporary scent fading

4- The one or more of the remaining mate(s) are put in charge to guard the involved mate(s) until it is time for the bonding

It is an older version of the bonding time rituals. Having all Alphas in the Bangtan Pack, this version allows the called to fall into a following-like state of mind while the calling falls into a leading-like mindset. 

Sipping your water and watching Jin figure out how to tell you whatever it is, you take a note to ask Derek or Evie where you can find some reputable online courses to learn more about the Alpha sub-gender.

At the lull in conversation, the waitress brings out a tray with new dishes. The first is a Perigord Truffle Chawanmushi, Uni, and Trout Roe. 

After looking at it closely, you determine it is something like a flan made with fish and something else on a plate. Next to it is this soup puree topped with sea urchin and fish eggs. 

The second is known as a Comte Cloud, and that is when you have to try not to laugh because it is just a poached egg with shavings on toast: those 1% folks and their fancy-schmancy names for things.

You are 90% sure the soupy thing is raw and smells strongly of fish. The speckled flan looks interesting— until the server dumps it into the soup. 

So, the only safe thing is the poached egg on toast. You quickly pull that dish closer to you and hope it shows you want that and not the other concoction.

“I guess the easiest way to say this is…” Jin watches you pull the plate to you with a raised eyebrow.

“I love eggs. May I eat this one, Alpha?” you say sweetly, attempting to get your way and not being forced to eat something raw. 

“Of course, but here, try this too,” he agrees while he gathers a fair sample of the raw fishy flan dish. Bringing it up to your mouth to have you try it, you keep your mouth shut. 

Looking at him with pleading eyes, you ask, “Can I skip the Chawanmush… chawamjush. That,” you say, pointing to the spoon. “Can I please skip that?”

Laughing. That was his answer to you. He laughed to the point where he had to put the spoon down or risk dropping it.

“Alpha, it looks raw and smells fishy. We just ate that prawn dish, it was nearly raw, and I am not much of a raw or smelly fish eater.” You continue to pout at the thought of the Alpha making you eat it. 

“Alright, you don’t have to eat the Chawanmushi. I quite enjoy things in the natural raw state, even if it’s a bit fishy.” He watches you intently while saying those words, then takes a bite.

Why does it sound like he isn’t… wait nope. You are not gonna go there. You are going to eat your poached egg. Cutting into it, the yolk runs out just as it should, and you scoop it up and take a bite. Yum.

“Oh, good. It’s dripping nicely. It must be creamy and rich, too,” comments the Alpha, slightly causing you to choke on your bite.

Jin casually pats your back and reminds you of the water to help you swallow it.

You have got to get your mind out of the gutter. 

You tell the doctor today that you have been on a three-year re-virginity plan, and now that you are at a high-end dinner with World Wide Handsome, everything is becoming an innuendo. 

Get a grip!

“As with any hybrid, scents are very important to us. It allows us to identify many things. Pack bonds, mating seasons, emotions, and such.”

“When one of the individuals joining in the bonding time carries the scent of another pack member, no matter the sub-gender, it can block or alter the purity of the individual’s scent.”

Jin further explains, “Territorial dominance is not a bad thing. Since you are going to be with Bangtan now, we all want to bond with you properly. As an all-Alpha male pack, our individual Alphas can become quite controlling.”

“Wait,” you remember something from the scenting session. “The night you guys brought me the extra bedding, Jungkook wanted to scent before bed, right?”

Jin simply nods while continuing to eat the fishy soup.

“Yoongi said that Jungkook wanted to go last because he was my Alpha right now. Was your youngest mate controlling you and Yoongi?”

Jin's soft smile confirms it. He says, “In a way, yes. That wasn’t due to bonding; that was situational.”

“What do you mean? Do you guys switch who is in charge? Is there an Alpha of the Day or something?"

“No, no… The Alpha who found you in need of something was Jungkook, and therefore, he became the Alpha in charge of your bedding requirements. Yoongi and I supported him with that.”

“Okay. Okay, and I know that Yoongi is responsible for my wrist, I assume for similar reasons, but for how long is Jungkook going to be in charge of my bed?”

Seokjin, who has been fighting his laughter, finally loses the battle, and you look at him with a baffled expression.  

“That is actually a question for you to ask Alpha Kook. You see, as the youngest Alpha in the pack, Alpha Kook has never had someone to take care of.”

“What about the other playmates? Most of them were his age or younger. Didn’t he take care of them like a proper Alpha?”

“Be careful with that,” warns Jin, his serious face falling into place. 

“Not every playmate is the same. You are, by far, not the same. You are someone special to have gotten not only Alpha Kook and Alpha Yoon but also Alpha Tae to greet you.”

“What’s so special about that?”

“Since we are a mate-bonded pack, our Alpha’s tend to stay away from others unless there is a threat. You have never been a threat to us. What really is impressive is the fact that you met so many of our Alphas.”

“Topping it off with the fact that some of us don’t typically scent except for calming nerves, getting one of us out of Alpha Space, or during times of pleasure.”

Here comes the waitress again. Duuuddee… How many courses are there in fancy restaurants? 

In front of Seokjin, she places a Colorado Lamb Saddle with a Cacao-Miso sauce, white truffle, and roasted Brussels sprouts on a bed of chimichurri. 

The colors on his plate are vibrant. The lamb doesn't look dry, and the chimichurri is such a bright green, but the dark brown sauce stops you from wanting to ask for a taste.

“Did you say Cacao-Miso sauce? Did you not verify the restrictions?” Seokjin’s voice becomes dry and monotone.

“We did get it, and the chef and the rest of the staff reviewed the list several times.” Glancing onto the tray, she reads over what is written on paper.

“Ah, here. This Cacao-Miso sauce is made with carob. I suppose I could have called it a Carob-Miso sauce instead,” says the waitress, looking down to avoid Seokjin's piercing look.

“That is so considerate of the Chef to make that change, Miss. Since the dish is for him, he could have still made it with its original ingredients,” you comment, trying to ease the tension that now fills the space. 

“Please give the Chef and the staff our gratitude for their consideration and follow through,” you smile brightly.

Glancing over at you, a softness blooms on his face. “If they did that, then I wouldn’t be able to share it with you, dearest.”

The endearment causes you to blush. The fondness in his eyes only increases it, but the silent coo from the waitress causes you to look away and fiddle with the napkin in your lap. 

The waitress then places a Lavender Duck Breast with Carrot Puree in front of you and Endives finished tableside with a Romesco sauce. The smell was divine, and you couldn’t wait to try it.

Duck wasn’t something you had ever had before, but it was poultry, right? You were used to eating a lot of chicken, and, of course, you had turkey for most big holidays. Duck is just another one of the bigger birds that you could eat. 

You wonder what Yoongi or Taehyung would think of your all-poultry-tastes similar thought process. You giggled at the thought. The sound fills the room like chimes, drawing the waitress's and Seokjin's attention. 

In the silence of the room, you looked up from poking at the duck with your fork.

“What?’

“Does your food normally quack you up?” Seokjin asked with an exaggerated serious face, to which you could only giggle more.

Looking at the waitress, he asks, “Does she get any quackers with her Duck?” This caused both of you to start laughing.

“Should she be worried about quacking her teeth, or is it cooked to perfection?” he continued, but he couldn’t hold back this time and started laughing along with the two of you. 

After clearing the table and refilling your drinks, the waitress leaves you two alone again. You cut the delicious food she brought out, and the taste shocks you. 

Duck, in fact, is not like chicken because it is much richer and heartier. It is almost like eating a steak while still having that poultry gamey flavor.

Seokjin waits patiently, watching you take your first bite. Your moan of delight at the taste feeds right into this fixation. Quickly looking away, he cuts into his lamb and offers it to you.

Taking a sip of water to clean your pallet, you smile, “You trust them to make it without the cocoa, Alpha?”

Watching as a frown takes over his face, bringing the lamb up to smell. You wait for his reaction. 

You have heard that a hybrid’s sense of smell is higher when smelling other people or hybrids, but you never thought it would be related to food. 

“To be honest, it smells more like a lamb and has a musk scent. I am sorry for not checking first. I just wanted you to try it. I think you are safe, but if you would rather be cautious, then you don’t have to eat it.”

“I don’t have my Epi-pen on me. With past experiences, I would rather not risk anything. But I would love to try your Brussels sprouts, Alpha.”

“Ah yes, sorry again,” apologizes the Alpha. 

He eats the bit and seems to enjoy it, but less than if you had been the one to eat it. Scooping up your requested bite, he offers it to you. 

“Thank you for providing for me, Alpha,” you say before eating the bite. You watch as he opens his mouth along with yours. His eyes never actually look at the food offered. 

It is a burst of flavor with the char on the sprout and the hint of the chimichurri it was served on. You hum in delight, wanting nothing more but to have another bite.

Looking down at your plate, you also desire to share with him. He has provided for you as an Alpha should, but you also want to care for him. 

You know it’s part of your “job” that has yet to start, but it also seems more than that. 

Deciding to follow your intuition, you cut a piece of your duck coated in the sauce and offered it to him. “Alpha?”

“Hmm?” His eyes were still focused on his plate.

“Can I offer you some of my duck?” You ask as you move the fork closer to his sight. 

You watch as his eyes snap to the fork. There is a brief hesitation, which makes you second-guess him when offering him food. 

You are not an Alpha. 

You are not a hybrid. 

Unlike offering food to Evie or Derek, you are not his Luna or of his pack. 

Pulling back your offer, his hand shoots out and takes hold of your wrist. His eyes snap to you as he watches your face and eats the bite you have offered him. 

Your eyes, however, glance at your now empty fork to his lips as he licks up the sauce and then down to his adam’s apple as he swallows. Finally, your eyes land back on his face.

“It tastes lovely, but was it Miss Y/n who offered me the taste, or was it Luna Y/n?” he asks, pinning you in place with his intensity, but he still has not released his hold on your wrist.

You swallow, searching his face for the correct answer. You should have kept to yourself. Your mother always said dotting on others was a sign of bad breeding.

Why did you do it?

Your scent starts to waver, pulling onto the side of the perfume, which alerts the alpha. You feel his thumb rubbing your wrist, and then you feel like you can breathe again.

“I don’t… I just..” You close your eyes and take a breath. “I am sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I wasn’t trying to take your position, Alpha. I promise.”

“Y/n, look at me, please?” You listen and open your eyes, preparing for whatever he says next.

“Y/n, I am Alpha enough to know that you are not trying to take my position. I am asking because I would like to gauge how to respond to you properly.”

“It's just me, Jin. I just felt I needed to share with you and take care of you in a way. I know I am human but I had to follow my intuition. I am sorry.”

As you speak, he smiles and shakes his head, “My dear, you have nothing to be sorry for. Trust me. Remember this is us learning about each other. For you, this is also you learning a lot about Alphas.”

“Then why does it matter if it’s Miss me or Luna me?  I am me. I am not your Luna.”

“They are both you, this is true. I suppose I am trying to learn how much of a Luna you are.”

“You guys are the first to call me Luna outside of Evie and Derek. I mean, even Evie’s mate who is an Alpha doesn’t call me Luna.”

“How does it make you feel when we call you Luna? Is it the same feeling that you get when your family pack calls you that?”

“Ah, well, it’s not the same. Bangtan pack has only called me after I had to correct my Omega, but no one has used it since then. Well, until now, and even then, you weren’t calling me that. It was just a title.”

“But how did you feel when Yoongi and Jimin called you Luna? Did you hate it? Did you feel empowered, aroused, or silly?”

Your mind takes you back to the balcony at your pack house, Yoongi’s soft touch and hot breaths: “Your actions were a sight to see, Luna.” Next, you feel like you are back in Jimin’s arms as he holds you. Alpha Chim shines through with a playful smile: “Luna.”

As your body remembers the thrum of energy playing at their touches, at their words, a tang of arousal filters into your sweet pea scent. The change in your scent tells Seokjin more than enough.

You nibble on your bottom lip, debating what to tell the Alpha sitting next to you. “It was awkward to hear it from them. I felt a kindling, but I am sure it was just nerves.”

“A kindling? That is understandable. Thank you for telling me, dearest. Now, since you don’t seem to understand the difference between being human and Luna you, I will drop it, but that might be something to speak with Namjoon about.”

“Thank you, Jin.”

The rest of the dinner was almost generic. It was a simple icebreaker, get-to-know-you, 21-question conversation. 

You learned about this family, including his older brother, who was … still... younger… than you. You also learned more about his and Bangtan's passion for bullying, which led them to become involved with UNICEF.

While you knew he had a fantastic voice because of the song Abyss, you still took the time to listen to his development and struggles as an artist and eldest member of Bangtan.

Dinner ended with a lovely traditional mille-feuille for the two of you to share. Jin had suggested a walk around the area, to which you agreed. You had eaten more than expected, and walking would do you good.

As you suspected, the BTS classic disguise was donned before leaving the restaurant. This time, the black bucket hat was replaced with a black fedora, which fit his suit perfectly. 

He also offered you a black mask, which you obliged. Once outside the door, it was clear that the fall season had started to settle. When Seokjin requested that you walk to the side, away from the cars, you smiled and felt slightly giddy. 

So far, he was a gentleman. 

He had never interrupted you, never pushed too far with the conversation, and even though he was letting his flirtatious sideshow, it never made you uncomfortable. 

You took about five steps before the Alpha covered your shoulders in his suit jacket. His naturally broad shoulders make it easy to drape across yours, even though you weren’t a skinny minny.

The scent of cherries and vanilla permeated the air. The scent brought a sense of calm over you. “Hmm… interesting.”

“What’s interesting?” asks Seokjin, though his eyes still look around at the passing cars and people. 

“I think I am starting to determine your individual scents to a degree,” you say, smiling up at him as he stops.

“You can. Who have you figured out so far?” he asks, gesturing to a nearby bench.

Sitting down, you angle toward him, saying, “I am pretty sure I know Jungkook’s, Yoogni’s, and now your scent. Maybe even Jimins, but I am least sure about his. I haven’t a clue about the rest.”

Leaning back and bracing his arms along the back of the bench, he takes a moment to think about this. If you can smell the scents, do you also smell the mate scent?

“Let’s see how close you are. What’s our baby Alpha’s scent?”

“He smells like my favorite cookie, Snickerdoodles. Well, it may not be that specific, but it's sweet, like sugar, with a spice that reminds me of cinnamon and warm butter.”

“Very good. Cinnamon, sugar, and butter are his primary scents. He would love it if you told our Kookie he smelt like a cookie. How about Yoongi-ah?

“Now his… I swear his changes.” This comment causes the Alpha to sit up with attentiveness.

“What do you mean?” His Alpha is very curious to know what scents you have smelled when it comes to Alpha Yoon, especially since humans shouldn't be able to detect changes like that.

“Well, typically, he smells like Petrichor, my favorite scent that rain can have. But the other day, I swore I smelled like a stormy ocean-like scent.”

“Yoongi, smelled like a storming ocean?” You nod and look at him curiously while he tries not to look shocked. “Whenever he smells like the ocean, it means his Alpha is out in full force, and the storm is when he is mad.”

“Oh well, okay yeah, totally explains it.”

“Explains what?”

Your eyes widened a bit before you looked down and pulled the jacket closed more. “It was when Prime Alpha made the request before Yoongi took me upstairs.”

“Ah, yes. Not one of our finest moments. Alpha Yoon was not happy. Honestly, I don’t think any of us were. What about Jimin? You mentioned you might know what is his.”

“Well, I figured out his scent yesterday,” you start, trying not to remember his physical actions. “Jimin’s eyes. The darkness stole away the white and tinged red when Alpha Chim… came out?”

“Fronted. When our Alpha’s ‘come out’ as you said, it is called fronting. Our Alphas are always present in our minds but they only front when there is something they want.”

“Yeah, Alpha Chim called me Luna. He said I smelled of Alpha Yoon but that it was okay because he is a mate, but then he asked if it was okay to scent me, too."

Scooting forward, Seokjin took your hand and looked at you with a vulnerability you hadn’t seen before. “He asked; Alpha Chim asked to scent you. Did you let him?”

“Yes, of course I let him,” you smile. “I wasn’t about to turn him away after what he shared with me, and it felt like it was supposed to happen.”

“His oranges blended with Alpha Yoon’s, and it smelt like I was in an orange grove after a spring rain.”

Seokjin squeezes your hand with a soft smile, “Y/n, you don’t know how happy I am to hear that Chim scented you.”

“I am glad that your pack doesn’t get upset with everyone scenting me. Jimin’s was surprising to me because of how distant he has seemed from the beginning.”

“Jimin may be a bit more hesitant than his Alpha when it comes to you, not that it’s your fault.”

“I understand. He told me about what happened.” Looking down at your joined hands, you recall the story of Seul-ki. “He also said that everyone seemed to be okay with playmates aside from Hoseok and Yoongi.”

“I bet that is hard to imagine. I mean, with how Yoongi is acting around you.” 

Seokjin notices that the temperature has dropped a bit more, and though you have his jacket, you are starting to shiver. 

Using your jointed hands, he pulls you up and starts walking back to the can where Jen has been waiting and watching the two of you.

“I know it's been said many times, but things have been and will continue to be different with me for the pack. I haven’t been trained to be a playmate, and I don’t know much about Alphas.”

“Don’t worry too much about being a proper playmate. I, for one, don’t feel like that title sets well with you. You feel more important than that.” 

When you approach the car, he waives off Jen to open the door for you himself—still being the perfect gentleman. The action, though simple, sets your heart a flutter and causes the vanilla of your scent to bloom as you hand back his jacket and enter the car.

Once you are in, you revel in the warmth it brings. The cold from outside had penetrated you deeper than you thought—one of the side effects of having an autoimmune disorder. 

Seokjin joins you in the backseat but notices you still shivering, “Y/n, are you okay? Did you get too cold?”

“I will be fine. I am used to it. I have always run colder than the rest of the world it seems like. I have Hashimoto’s thyroiditis.”

Smoothing out your skirt, you continue, “I know you will get more information with the contract but just know, I have had it for a while and am used to it. So don’t worry.”

Next thing you know, an arm engulfs your shoulders, and you are being manhandled into the middle seat. You’re angled to have your back pressed against Seokjin’s chest, allowing his body heat to warm you up.

“Relax, dearest. As a hybrid, we run warmer than humans. As an Alpha, I run even hotter. Allow me to warm you up again, please?”

With every second that passes, you can already feel the tightness in your back release. The Alpha is almost like a heated blanket at your back. Nodding your head, you settle into his hold, “Thank you, Alpha.”

As you rest your head back, you take a slow breath. Smiling to yourself, you think about how safe and accepted Seokjin has made you feel all night. 

Your previous dates, boyfriends, and even your brother never took the time to treat you like a lady. Replaying the night in your mind, the Alpha’s scent surrounds you in the backseat, “Cherries.”

“What was that dear?”

“Cherries, your scent is subtle, but it's cherries, right?” you ask, moving your body enough to still lean against him but see his face. 

“Yes,” a shy smile tugs on his lips. “It’s not one of the stronger scents out of the pack.”

“Sometimes the best scents are not the powerful ones,” you notice the hint of sadness in his eyes. 

It stirs a desire to get the smile to reach his eyes and prompts you to say, “They are meant to comfort and not intimidate. Any Alpha can intimidate, but it takes an amazing Alpha to comfort.”

“Thank you.”

The rest of the ride to the packhouse was held in comfortable silence.

Seokjin basks in the feel of your body relaxing against his, your scent seeping into his soul. Tonight was better than expected. 

Aside from you confirming the things he had already suspected, he learned a little from you. You may either need to learn to yourself better or need to trust him more.

He understands that trust takes time and can be built on transparency, so he was happy to answer your questions. This dinner had more riding on it than he thinks you will ever understand. 

Though he is not the Prime Alpha, being the eldest Alpha means he has been acting as the Pack Luna. His connection to you is just as crucial as Namjoons. 

While it is clear that you have a connection with Yoongi and Jungkook, the mate bond must be solidified by all the mates. 

It's an all-or-nothing kinda deal.

When the car comes to a stop, he gets out and then helps you as well. Ever the provider, he pulls you tightly to his side to keep you warm as you walk up the steps.

Shockingly, no one is waiting for the two of you to come home. While you look around, wondering where everyone has gone, Seokjin has hung his jacket and kneeled to help you remove your shoes.

“Thank you, Alpha,” you whisper, trying not to break the peace that seems to have settled over the packhouse. 

Retaking your hand, he leads you to your bedroom door, pausing briefly before he leans forward to rest his forehead on yours. 

“Dearest Y/n, taking you out tonight was a pleasure and an honor. I hope you see that I am more than just World Wide Handsome Jin.”

You nod and go to say something, only for him to continue, “Please think on tonight. How you felt going on a date with me, how it felt spending time with me, and how it may be with the rest of us.”

“I had a lovely time, Jin. I have never been treated like a lady of class before, and it made me feel special. Thank you for everything.”

“You are more than welcome. Thank you for giving us a chance.” 

With that, Seokjin pulls back just enough to kiss your forehead. His Alpha rejoices as you step forward and wrap an arm around his waist in a gentle hug. 

“Good Night, Alpha,” you say as Seokjin hugs back, rubbing his cheek on your hair in a small act of absent-minded scenting. 

“Good Night, my dearest,” says the eldest Alpha before opening your door and backing away as you close it with a tiny wave. 

Turning around, you lean against the door, your heart thumping faster than usual. Seokjin’s kiss still feels warm on your face.  

Stepping out of his hold felt more challenging than it should. You weren’t just stepping out of his arms but leaving some of yourself behind.

That’s when you realize you will be a mess at the end of six more dates.

At least you have several weeks to sort yourself out before your heart breaks eight times.

Right?

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[rahhhbananas]

IT GIRL ★

- male reader!

- fandom : atsv!

- pair(s) : miles morales x male reader

- warning(s) : not proof-read!

“How long is this going to takee???”

Pavitr whined, he sat on the fire escape stairs, mindlessly fidgeting a rock. Gwen leaning against the bars smiled, “Come on Pav, it’s Y/n. He takes hours and I mean hourssss— To get ready.” Pav groaned at that statement alone, no longer bothered about how long it would take them, but how long it take to get something to eat.

“You talkin ‘bout Y/n, the hell Miles at? ‘Is got a good sense of fashion, but not good enuff to take this long.” Hobie groaned, his own stomach growling, Gwen snorted, her eyes crinkling from how large her smile was “This is only scraping the surface of those two. Once you’ve know them for a year or two, you start to prepare ahead of time.” Gwen reached into her bag, handing the two a bag of chips. “There, that should hold you guys.”

The two thanked their prepared friend, before their attention was draw to the window that had just opened. Miles walked out, he wore a black baggy jeans, a white shirt, and ontop of it navy blue varsity jacket, with white air forces. He smiled, as if he hasn’t been making the entire friend group starve for the past 20 minutes “Miles, my guy!!!”

“Oi! I trademarked that!”

“What?”

“I’m surprised you did anything involved being in the same room as a government official.”

“Yeah, ‘ve gotten real desperate after the last situation with Pav.”

“That wasn’t my faulttt!”

“What situation?”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it.”

“Okay..ignoring that totally normal..conversation, where’s Y/n? He’s glamorous and all, but taking this long? Is outrageous.” Gwen asked, sneaking a chip from Hobie’s bag.

“I’M HERE!! ★”

The group looked up, seeing Y/n on the set of stairs above them. He wore a cropped pink jacket, baggy jeans, white air forces, and on his back was a hello kitty backpack “So, where we feeling? Chinese, Pizza, BBQ? Oh, or Ice cream!” He rambled, not noticing the few irritated looks he got from his friends. “ANYTHING!” Pav screamed, using his hands to cover his face, “Anything, please.” Miles smiled, leading the group down the street, they chatted still deciding on their snacking spot.

“Oh! That cat café!” Gwen suggested, her eyes lite up at the thought of being surrounded by cute animals while enjoying a meal.

“Nah, ‘m allergic to cats.”

“And you care about your health for once? Shocking.”

“You don’t get it, bruv. My eyes swell so much I start thinking I’m in a kaleidoscope..”

“How does that even work?”

“We traveled through universes to get here, and that’s what you wanna ask?”

“Why don’t you say that louder, Pav? Maybe some crazy scientist will hear and try to kill us.”

“That’s so outta pocket.”

“lol.”

“Wow.”

“I have never heard someone say ‘lol’ in real life..that’s so— icky.”

“Pheww, good job, Gwen. Y/n has a new ‘ick’. Bravo.”

The group walked into the restaurant. It seemed to be based off the heros of Brooklyn, “Ugh, why’d we have to come to your restaurant?” Pav groaned. Hobie snorted, picking at the small figures of Spiderman, Miles’ black and red suit somehow blending with the restaurant aesthetic— he even noticed a few figures of the original hero, his merchandise in a corner that formed a sort of mural. The cashier took their orders, before they sat down at a booth near to the window.

“Do they have some of my merchandise!?!” Y/n looked around, his eyes searching the brick walls for some bit of pink. He sighed, giving up, slumping down in his seat, “Hey look, I think I saw some pink over there!” Hobie pointed, Y/n blinded by joy looked at where the teen was pointing to see a piece of chewed up bubble gum stucked to the floor, “…Why do I feel like we have issues, no matter the universe.”

“Hey, the people want what they want. And it’s clearly not you.”

“Wow, no consistency, or manners. Red flag there, Hobie.”

“Yikes.” Pavitr mumbled, sipping from his drink. Hobie however shook it off, relaxing more into his position. Miles took out his phone, snapping a few pics of the group waiting on their food, before the waiter arrived, handing out the dishes efficiently.

AN HOUR LATER!! ★

“Man, I am stuffed!” Hobie cackled, getting up from his seat. Gwen rolled her eyes, before looking at Y/n, he took his card and receipt back from the waiter. Joining his friends at the exit, the sun was starting to go down. “Damn, sundown already?” Hobie looked at his watch, noticing how late it truly was. Gwen laughed, “We left pretty late, because of two certain people.” Gwen jerked her head towards Y/n and Miles who were mindlessly talking about something while holding hands, the way they childishly would swing them every once and then looked somewhat endearing.

“We should head back to our universes though. Miguel set a curfew for a reason.”

“Or, we could brea-“

“Nope, the guy looked like he wanted to blow a vein last time I saw him. And I’m not looking to get chased on all fours, likes Miles.”

“Oh, come on! He wouldn’t catch us!”

“Hobart, no. We’re leaving.”

“Miguel not catching us? Hobie you are HILARIOUS!”

Gwen grabbed Hobie’s wrist, who although didn’t oppose the gesture physically, he looked to be doing it mentally “You’re lucky ‘m tired, Gwendy.” Gwen rolled her eyes, before throwing the lanky teen into the portal, waving goodbye to the two. Pavitr jumped through as well, shooting finger-guns at Miles before falling into the colorful abyss.

Miles smiled, wrapping his arms around Y/n’s shoulder. Making their route to his apartment. The couple chatted on their way home, talking about nothing important, but what’d they do when they got outta highschool, you know, the norm. Until they arrived at Y/n’s apartments, Miles walked him to the stairs, his eyes focused on Y/n’s each move.

“Thanks for buying our food today, especially with how Hobie and Pavitr ate. I’ll find a way to pay you back…” Miles mumbled, scratching the nape of his neck. Y/n smiled, grabbing Miles’ arm “No. don’t worry about it, you guys are my friends. I’d spend much more money on all of you If I could.” Miles laughed, “Yeah. But I’m starting to think Hobie’s allergic to paying for…well, anything.”

Y/n laughed loudly “And what you said earlier, I don’t have a lot of ‘icks” Miles scoffed, looking at his boyfriend in disbelief at the statement. Y/n groaned “I’m serious! You’ll never have to worry about icks, because you’re perfect.”

“Really? Thanks. 😏”

“You know, except that.”

“A smirk!?!?!”

“Yeah, it makes you look like a Sonic character.”

“What??”

“But I should go, my dad’s probably already made lunch.” Y/n kissed Miles on the cheek, before walking into the apartment doors.

“Wha? You can’t walks away like that!!”

“Is it a sonic character you hate??”

“What? No, i love Shadow!”

[awniie]

⭑FINGERPAINT W/ SATORU GOJO⭑

꒰ summary: basically just on satoru's lap

ㅤ⭑ content: fluff, suggestive.. fem!reader, physical touch, he bites you (lmao)

⭑ notes: this was actually the most random thing I found in my drafts..but its proofread!

You were laying against your boyfriend’s satoru chest, your body on top of his and his hands on your lower back as you sat there, just watching him. You must’ve been there long because he had gotten bored and started to doze off not long after your arrival on his lap. So you were left there as a pillow of some sorts, That didn’t bother you though, in fact you took the time to do some deep inspection of your boyfriend. Your eyes taking in everything on his face, surprised and slightly envious at the lack of really any blemishes. You frown a little at his perfect complexion and place a singular finger on his cheek, running over the supple skin. His eyes were still closed as you dragged your finger over his face. You traced down the tip of his nose, the sharp lines of his jaw and the crook of his neck. Your wandering finger traveled the path of his clavicle, and you lean in to place a featherlight kiss on it.

He slept so peacefully, and you couldn’t help but think how pretty he looks like this. You lean in a little closer, feeling his warm breath on his skin. Now that you were this close, you could see the way his white eyelashes fluttered against his cheek. You brought your finger back up to his face, drawing an invisible heart right under that spot. You place a little kiss there as well, smiling to yourself as he was still deep in his slumber. “You’re so perfect like this, toru…” you cooed, to yourself really.

You repeated this process, but on his mouth this time. The flesh there pink and perfectly plump. You thought he looked so perfect there under your straddled legs, all beautiful and quiet for once. “why can’t you be like this all the time, instead of being so loud.” You asked, again no response. You must’ve seemed crazy, talking to yourself. If you were talking to yourself. What you didn’t know was that he wasn’t sleeping, he’d been awake the whole time, seeing what you’d do. He should’ve kept pretending, saving you from your pride and an awkward moment. He would’ve too…if he were any better person.

As soon as you ran your unsuspecting finger across his lips, tracing another heart across the pink surface, he took his chance. He nipped your finger, not enough to draw blood, but definitely enough to make you yelp. “Satoru?!” You pulled your finger back, inspecting the wound. He couldn’t help but let out a snicker. Your shock was just so cute. “M’ sorry baby, it was an accident.” He said, faking a sleepy-mottled voice. Yet, letting out another laugh as if he couldn’t even try and hide his giddy. You clearly didn’t find this as funny as he did, being caught by surprise and also bit.

He looked at your face, and must’ve felt a little guilt apparently. His smile was halfway gone and that hand that rested on your hip slipped inside of your shirt. You shivered as his fingers were curled and rubbing up and under your bra strap and down the length of your back.

“is this better?” He asked you, warm hands continuing the movement up and down your back. You nod, eyes fluttering shut as he his fingers continued grazing your back. You laid your cheek on his chest. “Still need an apology ‘Toru…” you reminded him pointedly. He rolls his eyes and grumbles, giving your back a sharp pinch. You helped again and he smiled “Gojo.”

He lets out a ‘tsk’, that shit-eating grin still on his face. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry…”

“Sorry for what….?”

He grumbles, tempted to throw you off of him. “I’m sorry for biting you….,” he started “Even though, your finger was on my mouth. My first instinct was to bite it.” Your boyfriend quickly adds in his defense.

“Your first instinct is to bite anything that’s near your mouth…?” You question, your head now lifted from his chest and giving him a skeptical look.

“Well duh. Unless of course. when it comes to your clit. “You always like when I lick that better." He riposted, and there was that complacent smile along with it.

“Y’know, if you weren’t scratching my back right now. I would’ve kicked you out of the house by now.”

“Funny, cus I could’ve sworn you said that exact same thing when I was between your legs yester-”

That was the final straw. “out.” you ordered as your pointed towards the door.

Your boyfriend saturo quickly reiterated himself before you could do any further damage. “Okay for real baby m’ sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you or bite you.” He shut himself up at that part before he could mention that everything he said was true and you were just to shy to hear your own words. His voice was softer and more genuine now. “Can you forgive me, please?” He asked, continuing with the strokes on your back.

You grumble, and after a moment of silence, you cave in. “If you just shut up n’ look pretty while rubbing my back, then I’ll think about forgiveness.” You lie. He was already was forgiven, since you were never truly mad in the first place. But hey, what he didn’t know doesn’t hurt him. He didn’t seem to affected by it either, he happily obliged to having you on his lap to the rest of the day.

[satrs]

𝐒𝐇𝐇𝐇𝐇, 𝐁𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓!

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ; ʀɪꜱᴋʏ ꜱᴇx ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴊᴋ ᴍᴇɴ

ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ; ʏᴜᴜᴛᴀ ᴏᴋᴋᴏᴛꜱᴜ. ɢᴏᴊᴏ ꜱᴀᴛᴜʀᴜ. ɢᴇᴛᴏ ꜱᴜɢᴜʀᴜ. ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏ.

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ; 1.0k

Tags; EXHIBITIONISM. grinding. cumming in pants. cheating. blood kink(?). Breeding kink. Mention of marriage/kids(nanamis).

ᴀʟʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ! // ɴᴏᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴏꜰʀᴇᴀᴅ!

YUUTA OKKOTSU.

The both of you decided to visit your parents over the weekend, a normal decision at first glance, but a foolish one at second. Did you seriously think you would be able to take your hands off each other for a whole weekend?

"Please baby. Let me put it in", the man quietly mumbled into your neck, hips grinding harshly into your ass, softly groaning at the friction.

"W-we can't. My parents- fuck, might hear", you warned him, holding onto the last bit of your sanity, close to your breaking point. Yuuta whined into your neck in response a little too loud, causing you to turn and slap a hand over his mouth.

"Shhh!," you lectured him, the grinding of his hips not stopping. Then, an idea came to your head.

"You want me, right baby?", you questioned him in a low voice, earning an eager hum from the male. "I know just the way to shut you up."

You slapped a pillow into your face in an attempt to muffle your moans, the feeling of his wet tongue dancing along your needy heat was making your head spin, eyes rolling into the back of your eye sockets.

The muffled moans that managed to reach his ears caused him to grind onto the bed, cock aching in need.

Your hands creeped to take ahold of his dark locs, pushing his head further into your heat as you came. Not long after Yuuta also reached his high, cum spurting right into his boxers, causing him to growl into your heat.

Your legs twitched at the vibration, a moan of yours echoing through the room.

The both of you quickly retreated back into your previous positions, attempting to sleep as you heared the creeking of the door.

As the door closed, Yuuta was quick to jump on top of you,

"One more try alright baby? I'll keep quiet this time."

GOJO SATURO.

"Shhh, doll. You don't want your husband to hear," you harshly bit your lip at that, pussy tightly clenching around him. "Or do you? What a dirty little wife you are. Fucking your brother in law while your husband 's waiting for us downstairs."

Your grip on the sink was tight, closing your eyes to contain yourself from moaning, lip drawing blood at your harsh bite. "But you know I like that-", he harshly grabbed your chin over your shoulder, embracing your lips in a needy kiss, letting out a groan at the taste of your blood on his tongue, "-right?"

"Mhmm, m' gonna' cum, Saturo", you whispered as quiet as you could, looking up into his eyes, knot threatening to snap in half.

But before you could reach your high, Gojo pulled out swiftly, adjusting himself in his pants again, leaving you there, ass up and looking back at him in confusion.

„He‘ll get suspicious if we stay here any longer“, Saturo said, door knob in hand,

„Let’s continue this later, yeah?“

And that’s exactly what you did, after the family meeting that took place at your home, you sneaked into your brother in laws car, continuing the sinful antics the both of you started in your bathroom.

"Fuckkk", he moaned as he bottomed out inside of you, for the second time tonight, but for sure not the last time.

GETO SUGURU.

"Do you want us to get caught, darling?", suguru asked, rather rhetorical question, but you still shook your head no regardless.

"Then", he began, testing out if you understood with a sharp thrust of his hips, „keep quiet.“ he whispered into your ear, softly biting your earlobe.

This is just crazy. Everything just started with you and him entering Victoria secret in order to find some nice things for you and him to enjoy.

But as soon as you came out the changing room to show off the beautiful lingerie he chose for you, he was quick to hush you back into the closet, sliding those panties off of you to quickly guide his aching length into your warm heat.

And here you were, trying your best to not utter a sound, your leg wrapped around his hip while you held onto his shoulders to keep your stability.

„I‘ll buy you that fuck-, that lingerie for sure. What a pretty thing you are.“ he said in a low tone, clasping his hand over your mouth in order to hush your moans.

But it was literally impossible, since he was basically asking to get caught, hitting every spot inside of you so well while his tip kissed your cervix all over again.

„Taking me so well baby. If you‘ll be a good little girl and cum for me, I‘ll buy you this whole damn store if you wish so.“

So, you did what he told you to do an came, teeth sinking into his hand in an attempt to lower your high pitched moans.

No woman would say no to a free shopping spree, right?

NANAMI KENTO.

"Shhhh darling. You don’t want the guest to find you like this, do you?“

It started off all innocent. The both of you attended to the wedding of your best friend and when she threw the bonquet, it was you who happend to catch it.

Loud cheers echoed around and some of the men teased nanami. „When will you two lovebirds even marry? And don’t you think it’s time for some kids?“

His heart jumped in his chest. Kids? He never really thought about that up till this point. But then the thought of mimi you‘s running around sounded quite tempting.

Which caused the man to drag you into an empty storage room near to where all the guest were celebrating, pleasuring you to the point where you were almost drooling.

„You wanna marry huh? We gotta add a baby to our family then don’t you think?“

His words made you clench around him, causing him to lowly groan.

He couldn’t wait, he had to have you right now and he honestly didn’t care if someone would badge in. You were his afterall, and that would only more prove the fact.

He would make sure you walk out of that storage room, filled to the brim.

„Not to loud, darling. You don’t want to be a wedding crasher now do you?“

©︎𝐊-𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐒. all rights reserved. Do NOT plagiarize, copy, modify, republish, or translate my work in any way!

[munsonsprincess11111]

Don't fuck with Eddie's girl

Eddie munson x reader

Summary: Eddie's friends start to get annoyed at your presence and say something when he's not around. You become distant and Eddie realises thinking he's dine something.

You go walking to the hellfire lunch table as you normally do. Eddie's not there yet but you assume you can sit and wait for him until he does. But then.

"I just wish she would sit somewhere else. She's always up his ass you know. Like it's gotta drive Eddie crazy." Jeff says everyone nodding.

Your face drops and your lost for words. Eyes welling with tears you turn away and head to the exit. "Guess I'll sit somewhere else" You mumble to yourself as the tears start to spill. You walk to the back of the school and sit there.

Eddie approaches the hellfire table. "HELLO ladies" he greets rhe boys and there girlfriends. They all mumble a response. "Where y/n?" HE askes noticing you not being sat there.

Everyone at the table looks at one and other shrugging. Eddie sits in his seat and starts to eat. He's concerned your not at the lunch table yet. And even more concerned when the bell rings and your no where to be seen.

-

2 days later Eddie hadn't seen you. You hadn't called. And when he called you one of your parents answered saying you was busy.

He walked into art class and you was sat at the back of the class. Relief washed over him knowing you was OK. But worry built back up as he realised u was in school and avoiding HIM. there seat next to you was open. So he walked over and stood next to the seat.

"Can I sit?" HE asked. You looked up at him looking a bit stunned and nodded going back to your sketch book.

Eddie sat down placing his bag beside him looking around the classroom. Leg bouncing. You look over at him and seem him looking away from you. You nod to yourself sighing going back to your work.

"What ya sketching?" Eddie askes starring ahead of him. You turn your head and looking at him stuttering over your words stopping then speaking.

"M not to sure j-just some doodles." You replied suckung your lips in continuing drawing. Eddie looks over at your sketch book seeing loads of different doodles. One catches his eye in particular.

You'd drew his guitar small amongst your doodles with a ringed hand around the neck of the guitar. Eddie sat up in his seat leaning over a bit. "That's good" he says pointing at the guitar. You smile Smally at him and nod continuing.

"You OK?" HE askes biting his lip. All you do is nod. Eddie glances at you feeling anxious crossing his arms over his chest.

"Good. Kinda felt like you were avoiding me." Eddie said still biting his lip. When you froze that gave Eddie his answer. Eddie nodded "thought so." HE says nodding. You try to speak but fail feeling s rush of emotions go over you.

Eddie gets out his own sketch pad and flips threw to an empty page and starts drawing. "Ed?" You say quietly looking at your lap. "Mhm." HE answers paying you no attention.

"M sorry." You look over at him and say. He ignores you. "I thought..." You say stopping yourself.

"You thought what y/n" he says putting his pencil down looking at you. He never called you y/n only nicknames.

"I thought i was annoying you snd you'd like some space." You say looking him in the eyes. He spits out a laugh.

"Whyd ya think that?" HE askes.

"I was walking over to the table and I heard Jeff say that m always stuck up your ass and it probably annoys you. So I avoided you and the guys to let you all breath." You spill out eyes welling with tears. Eddie looks confused.

"Did they actually fucking say that." HE says more a statement then question. You nod anyway biting your lip. "OH babe." HE says putting his arms around you hugging you. You melt at his touch and tears spill out your eyes.

"You don't annoy me ever. I love when your around I've felt fucking lost with ya. Mk. Talk to me if this happens again yeah. I'll fix it. Don't cry." Eddie whispers kissing your head.

You nod and put a hand on his arm needing to hold him.

"I love you." HE kisses your head saying.

"I love you too." You mumble into his arm.

Eddie was gonna deal with this. Them boys wouldn't know what hit them.

-

You and Eddie walk to the lunch hall him holding your hand and you standing next to him as you both approach the hellfire table.

"Look who i found." Eddie motions to you as you arrive at the table.

"OH hey y/n" Jeff mumbles.

"Who said what. N I don't want this Bullshit 'what are you talking about' who said fucking what when they thought no one could hear them last Wednesday lunch time." Eddie said leaving in the table looking at the boys in anger.

The boys looked at eavhother remembering the conversation.

"Jeff said that y/ns stuck up your ass and it's annoying." Dustin blurts. Everyone groans at the boy.

"Shut up." Eddie half yells. Jeff's girlfriend looks at Jeff and then to Eddie.

"Let me get this clear k? This is my girlfriend. None of yours. If I wanna spend time with her. I fucking will. She's not up my ass. If anything I'm up hers let's be honest here. Ever. EVER. talk bad about my girl again not only will I kill your character off in the most brutal way. I'm gonna beat the shit out of you. We crystal clear or want me to say it again cause ya get one warning." Eddie says with a smile on his face.

Your stood behind him a bit stunned yourself. Everyone nods and mumbles an agreement.

"Good right." Eddie stands up clapping pulling out the chair next to him. "M'lady." HE gestures for you to sit down. You sit and Eddie sits next to you hand going to your thigh. Everyone at the table is silent. "We gonna sit in silence or talk about something interesting?" Eddie askes raising his eyebrows.

Gareth breaks the ice talking about his new girlfriend. Everyone talks normally other then Jeff who's still on edge.

"Your kinda hot when you get angry." You whisper to Eddie.

"Yeah?" HE askes smirking. You nod also smirking.

"Wanna skip the rest of school and go have some good ol' make up sex..." You whisper in his ear.

He nods quick and picks up his bag and tin box. Grabbing your bag and your hand pulling you with him. But you stop and look at Eddie. "Wow Eddie your so up my ass I can say anything snd your off god so annoying." You say cockily looking at the table. Jeff slides down in his seat.

"Wrapped around my middle finger." You say to Jeff giving Jim thr middle finger before Eddie's gagging you away very horny. Gareth and Dustin are cackling watching Jeff shrivel up.

Gareth says through his laughs. "Don't fuck with munsons girl dude he will fucking destroy you."

You and Eddie run down the halls hand in hand to his van praying not to gwt caught. You make it to the ban and hw pins you to the side door. Kissing you deep and passionately.

"God I've fuckin missed you." HE says kissing you hands on your hips.

"Missed you too." You smile kissing him

"Good now get in the fuckung van so we can go to the trailer. Like I said I've missed you." HE says swatting your butt. You smirk at him getting in the van.

"I love you my beautiful girl."

"I love you too my handsome boy"

[raythekiller]

I love the masky nsfw alphabet It riled up my imagination.. soo can i request for a hoodie one?? Thank youu

🗒꒰⸝⸝₊ NSFW ALPHABET ❛ ✧

Featuring: Hoodie/Brian

# Notes: its that time of the year again where i make 1 post and disappear for the next seven months <3 also DAYUM new post format?? (also also theres a new toby drawing on the way stay tuned)

A - AFTERCARE

Surprisingly soft. Wants to hold you close and maybe take a shower together. Don't get things twisted though - it's so he can keep feeling your body against his instead of to comfort you. Call it possessiveness or an ego stroke, maybe.

B - BODY PART

Thighs man through and through. Thigh highs drive him up-the-wall insane. Will also just absentmindedly knead them if you're sitting next to him, especially if you're wearing shorts or a skirt/dress.

C - CUM

Oh he likes it messy. Just enjoys having his cum on you in general - backshots, face, dripping from you after he came inside, you name it.

D - DIRTY SECRET

None. He has no shame and is very open about what he likes.

E - EXPERIENCE

Not as much as you might expect, given his demeanour. Don't get me wrong, it's still a lot, but he makes it seem like he worked as a pornstar for a few years with sheer cockiness.

F - FAVORITE POSITION

If you ask him, he'll say "all of them". But if you put a gun to his head and tell him to choose, he'll settle for doggy. Just loves grabbing your hips and ass while he's pounding into you.

G - GOOFY

He doesn't exactly make jokes, but his teasing might be a bit funny at times. He doesn't mind making things more silly or lighthearted as long as you still cum at the end of it.

H - HAIR

Usually clean-shaven, but he might get a bit lazy with it occasionally. Always at least well trimmed though.

I - INTIMACY

Usually adapts to what you like best. If you just want to get your brains fucked out and keep romance out of it, he'll happily do it. If you like something more tender with lots of "I love you"s, he doesn't complain about it either.

J - JACK OFF

A lot. This guy has crazy stamina (we'll talk about that later), I'd say maybe five times per week or so.

K - KINK

A lot but mainly: CORRUPTION!! I've said it before and I'll say it again he wants to bring the worst out of you. If you're a virgin, he wants go be your first. If you're not, he wants to see just how wild things can get when he pushes you a little.

L - LOCATION

Literally anywhere. He is a fan of semi-public sex, though. In the woods, living room of the manor when (you think) there's no one else home, in a busted alleyway, you name it.

M - MOTIVATION

Oh it's very easy to turn him on. Here's a huge one though: when you take iniciative. He's used to being the one starting shit. When YOU do it, though? When you make it clear you want him to wreck you? Fucking hot.

N - NO

Very short but obvious list: anything to do with piss, shit or vomit. Other than that, I think he's pretty open. Not even averse to being submissive every now and then.

O - ORAL

HELL YEAH BABY! Giving, receiving, whatever, he doesn't care. His mouth isn't just good for talking shit — he knows how to use that tongue. When he's getting head, though? He looks so pretty — head thrown back, moaning and whimpering with a grin on his face. Might buck his hips into your mouth for giggles (and because you sound hot choking on him).

P - PACE

Again, he'll go for whatever gets you off. If you like it rough and fast, he's in. If you prefer slow and sensual, that's also hot.

Q - QUICKIE

Biggest quickie fan in the manor. He just can't help himself most of the time and he doesn't really try to, either. If his horny, you best bet he knows how to get you horny as well and things just go from there.

R - RISK

Loves experimenting and finding new ways to make you moan. Doesn't mind getting a bit freakier every now and then.

S - STAMINA

Jesus christ what are they feeding this man. Y'know when guys are like "I'm gonna fuck you all night long" and stop after two rounds max? This motherfucker is serious about it.

T - TOYS

I don't think he'd go out of his way to buy them, but if you already have them you best believe he's using it to his advantage. Big fan of vibrators.

U - UNFAIR

This guy is MEAN. He doesn't make you wait for too long before fucking you but just those few minutes feel like an eternity with the atrocities he's whispering in your ear.

V - VOLUME

LOUD. He moans, groans, whines, whimpers, you name it. Not ashamed to make some noise and LOVES if you're loud as well.

W - WILD CARD

Likes having his hair pulled— WHO SAID THAT???

X - X-RAY

7.4 inches, cut. Not too thick, just the right girth.

Y - YEARNING

Can't go like, a week without having sex or at least jacking off. Homeboy has a lot of steam he needs to let out.

Z - ZZZ

Only god knows how he doesn't pass out immediately after. Chances are you'll fall asleep before him.

[lvverleavr]

Upstairs | JTK

༘ Jake x f reader

༘ 1.8k words

༘ warnings: language, oral (m receiving), slight? degration kink, unprotected penetrative sex (wrap it pls)

You take your normal teasing a bit too far.

Jake was needy. He was good at hiding it to anyone else but to you it became blatantly obvious. Nights out always got to him. The low cut of your dress, the way you adjusted how you sat on his lap while you talked to various people. His hands would shoot to your hips, his forehead falling to the back of your neck. Sometimes you did it on purpose, sliding off his lap instead of standing straight up, your hand lingering on his leg while you talked to the people beside you. Usually he would be able to handle it, keep it together at least until you got to the front steps of your shared place. Tonight in specific was another story, he held you tight to his lap. He kissed the back of your neck, feeling your stomach muscles tighten under his arm. He slid your hair to the side, his lips centimeters from your ear, a soft whisper for only you to hear, “Don’t even think about trying anything tonight,” 

You let out a breath, only nodding in response. 

“Perfect,” He gently squeezed your side, motioning for you to get up as he walked over to the bar. 

The rest of the night left hairs on the back of your neck, his eyes always on you whenever they could be and you could feel the heat flooding your cheeks whenever you returned the gaze. Tonight was his turn to run you crazy and you were ashamed to admit his success. “Baby..” You sat in his lap, your knees hanging over his legs and his hand tightly gripping your thigh. 

“Shh I’m listening to this,” He squeezed your leg, as a man across the table shared some pointless story about his trip to the rocky mountains. 

“Jake..” You whispered in his ear, the tail end of his name coming out in a near whine, “I wanna go home…” 

You saw his jaw clench slightly as he ran his thumb up your thigh, stopping at the bottom of your dress, “shh” he said again, his gaze not shifting from the man across the table. 

You huffed slightly under your breath, he was making it painful for you and he knew it. You shifted in his lap slightly, hearing the hitched breath in his throat caused you to suppress a giggle. 

“Liz, wait up!” You called as she stood up from beside jake, excusing herself for a bathroom break “I’ll come with you, I need to fix this mascara disaster,” 

She smiled, “C’mon,” You slid yourself off Jake’s lap, your hand pressing gently on his thigh as you stood, leaning down in front of him and placing a kiss on his lips. “I’ll be right back,” You smirked at the look in his eyes. He could burn a hole right through you with it and you were living for it. You kissed him one more time, this time drawing away at a slower pace, his bottom lip lingering in between your two glossed ones. “Don’t have too much fun while I’m gone,” 

He didn’t say anything, his eye brows just sat slightly raised as he motioned for you to follow your friend. You smiled and ran after her, shuffling into the single stall bathroom together. 

You both fixed your makeup, chatting about whatever came to your mind throughout the night. “Ready?” You nodded, “I’ll be out in a second,” 

She smiled, leaving the bathroom as you closed the door tightly behind her, standing square in front of the mirror and letting out a deep breath. Here goes nothing. You carefully unzipped the front of your dress, exposing the near entirety of your red lace bra. You shook off any sense of uncertainty and took a picture, sending it to Jake with nothing else. 

Jake always played tough, acting like you’d get it once you got home but when it really came down to it he crumbled at your feet. You were curious and at this point you weren’t ashamed to admit it. You wanted to see Jake's harder side and it gave you a quick pulse to think about what he might do when you finally got him there. 

You stood in front of the mirror.

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Typing

Then nothing. Your breath hilted, shit. Then finally, 

Car, now. 

You got a rush of excitement, fixing your dress as you tried to contain your composure on the way to the car. “We’re leaving so soon?” You frowned as you got in the car. 

He glanced over at you, “Funny. Get in the car.” 

You smirked slightly, “What’s wrong Jakey-” Your smug look was quickly reset as he grabbed your face. His forefinger pressing against your jaw as his thumb pulled on your bottom lip. “You’re not fucking funny, now buckle and no more teasing because you’re fucking in for it tonight, got it?” 

You nodded, trying to hide an excited smile that was curling at the corners of your lips. “o-okay..” 

“Good,” he roughly dropped his grip, driving home in near silence, the only sound to break the breaths from each of you being the cool air from the cracked back windows. 

             You barely made it in the door before his arm snaked around your waist, pulling you back to him. His breath was warm on your neck and it sent shivers up your spine. “Go upstairs, I want the dress off and you on your knees when I get up there,” His grip loosened, an invitation for you to make your way up the stairs but you didn't move. “Now,” He bit out, gently urging you towards the stairs.

           You dropped your dress on the bedroom floor, quickly checking your hair in the mirror before sitting on the bed. Your heart was beating from your chest to your fingertips and you loved every second of it. After a few minutes you heard the door click and him come in, his eyes immediately fixing on you, “What do you think you're doing?” 

          “You told me-”

          “I said on your knees, on the floor” 

          You felt your cheeks heat up, nodding a bit and repositioning yourself on the floor. 

          “You really had some fucking nerve tonight you know that?” He undid his belt, “I fucking warned you and you didn't believe me huh? Didn't think i meant it when i told you you'd fucking regret it-”

         “I just-” 

         He unzipped his pants, tossing them to the side before looking down at you, “You just what? Got impatient? I think that's what it is, well now you've got my fucking attention,” He pulled his boxers off, running himself along your lips with no warning, “What? Shy now baby?” 

     You shook your head, looking up at him as you took the head of him in your mouth, working further down as he gripped your hair tighter. 

        You steadied your pace, slowing down slightly to see how he'd react, only to be met with a tighter grip as he thrusted slightly against you. “S-Shit” He groaned, pulling you off of him, resulting in you letting out a small whine. 

      “I'm not done with you,” He smirked, grabbing your face tightly as he leaned down. “So that's what it is? You're just a fucking cock slut huh? Couldn't wait a couple fucking hours to get my attention,” He applied more pressure on your cheeks causing your mouth to open, “You want me to fuck you stupid is that it?” You nodded quickly, “Youre so fucking pathetic,” He scoffed mockingly, his eyes flickering to your mouth as you opened it more. “Are you serious?” He smirked, you nodded again. 

    “Please…” You whimpered, as his thumb lined your bottom lip, “please please please,” You begged further, pulling his thumb into your mouth and wrapping your lips tightly around it. 

    His mouth hung open slightly, “Get on the bed. On your stomach now,” He pulled his thumb slowly from your mouth, taking your hand and helping you up. “If you wanna act like a slut I’m gonna treat you like one.” 

   You felt the adrenaline rushing through your body as you climbed into the bed, a small yelp leaving your lips as he gripped your hips. His half hard cock pressing against your ass. You opened your mouth to speak but stopped at the feeling of him pushing inside you, his nails digging into your hips. Your head dropped forward, “fuck jake!” You moaned,

     He didn't stop, moving at a near brutal pace that would be sure to leave bruises on your ass, “shit baby-” He muttered, “so fucking good,” he grabbed a hold of your hair his motions seemingly in unison with every take it fuck take it that escaped his lips. He drew you both to your first and second highs, flipping you to your back before slowly pushing himself inside you again. 

    “Jake-” You whimpered,

    “You can do one more can't you baby?” He cooed, his thumb gently circling your sensitive clit, “You're always so good for me you can do one more. You wanted me so badly now you have me… you can’t take just one more?” His voice was dripping with a mocking sense of empathy as he leaned back. His never trailed from yours as he opened his mouth, a small trail of spit dropping on your already sensitive clit. You nodded, your hips gently bucking against his fingers.

    “Theres my fucking girl,” He smirked, his lips smashing against yours as he started back at a near barbaric pace. His lips connected to your neck, his teeth sinking into the soft skin as your nails dug into his back.  

    “fuck-” You whimpered, as he dragged his teeth up and down your neck, each bite and mark feeling deeper than the last, “Please please” You moaned with every thrust, driving you through another high. You loosened your grip on his skin, expecting him to slow to a stop but met with the same pace as before. You threw your head back against the pillow, tears brimming your eyes and pulling your eyeliner further down your cheeks until you both reached a final high. 

   You let out a small whine as he pulled himself apart from you, suddenly feeling empty. “Jake..” You said softly, 

   “I’m right here angel,” He whispered back, pulling you against him. Your breaths slowly evened as you turned to see him. His eyes were soft again and his kisses were gentle. They were full of love and care, “I didnt hurt you too bad did I?” He asked, placing a gentle kiss on the marks slowly showing along your neck.

   You shook your head, your hand resting gently on his cheek, “No baby.. I loved it, I promise” You smiled tiredly as you tilted his chin to look at you. His blinks were slow and long, a sweet smile plastered on his face as you placed a gentle kiss on his lips, “I love you.”

   “I love you,”

[sxcret-garden]

Yangyang ღ 4:56pm [M]

ღ WayV Yangyang x fem-bodied!reader ღ words: ~1.7k ღ genre: smut (dom!Yangyang is a bit demanding, some teasing, fingering, unprotected sex) ღ warnings: (he picks the reader up, reader is implied to be smaller than him) ღ prompt: against the wall

A shiver runs down your spine when you feel his hot breath tickling your neck, lips ghosting over the skin to tease you. His hands are firmly placed on your sides, meant to keep you from escaping his hold, while your back is pressed up against his chest. You wouldn’t have tried to get away even if he let you, and he probably knows, because the next thing you hear is him letting out a soft, breathy laugh.

“Babe… come spend some time with me,” your boyfriend Yangyang says, making it sound desperate, as if he was begging for you, but you know it’s all an act to have you wrapped around his finger faster. 

“Baby…” you mumble, about to say that you have things to do, that you have no time to spare, but when you feel him attaching his lips to your nape and dragging them towards your jaw with sloppy kisses, the words simply get stuck in your throat.

“I’m really horny…” he mutters as his mouth hovers above your ear now, before he kisses your cheek. “Want you…” Reason leaves you as you feel him continue to scatter lingering kisses all over your neck, and as he pulls you even closer to him, so you can feel his bulge against your ass. You don’t have a single thought to waste on what you should be doing right now, with your needy boyfriend working so hard to put you in a similar state to his.

As he drags his lips back up the side of your throat, one hand leaves your hips in order to get a hold of your chin instead, turning your head so he can lock lips with you. The way he demandingly moves his lips against yours makes you moan into his mouth, which he takes as permission to deepen the kiss. His tongue slips into your mouth as he spins you around in his hold so you’re facing each other now, and then he slowly makes you walk backwards. Your shoulders gently hit the wall behind you just when he breaks the kiss, and his half-lidded eyes remain rested on your mouth. 

“Yangyang…” you whisper his name, unsure of what to follow up with, but your boyfriend merely draws back in.

“What?” he mutters against your lips, before kissing you again. Your hands find his shirt, fingers digging into the fabric as you try to hold onto him. With his hips against yours, he pushes you fully up against the wall, keeping you in place, and as you part, you find a dangerous glint in the way he looks at you. “You’re so cute…” he breathes, and you frown at him.

“Where…?” Yangyang grins at you now, reaching for your wrists and even though you try to resist him, he brings them up above your head with ease, pinning you to the wall.

“Everywhere,” he answers, placing a kiss on the corner of your mouth, before he elaborates, “Especially when you’re all flustered like this." 

"Where am I-?!” You get ready to argue with him, but even you can’t deny the way his words and actions make blood rush to your whole face, and the way your heart beats like crazy. 

“Everywhere. As I said.” Your boyfriend gives you another grin - a victorious one, because he knows that he has you exactly where he wants you now. Then he buries his head in the crook of your neck, starting to kiss and nibble on your skin.

“D-don’t leave a mark…” you say, but he doesn’t want to listen.

“But I want everyone to see that you’re mine,” he simply retorts, and you can feel your knees growing weak. As he’s making his way to your collarbones, lips exploring everywhere your shirt isn’t covering your skin, he moves his hips away from yours, slipping his hand down in between your bodies instead. He unbuttons your pants with one hand, sliding past the hem and making you shiver as his fingertips find the fabric of your underpants. A moan escapes you as he begins to lazily run a finger up and down your folds, and warmth rushes to your core.

“L-let’s at least take this to the bedroom…” you mumble, and he lifts his head to look at you.

“No,” he says, pressing his finger against your clit to make you whine again. “I want you right here, right now.” You feel a need to protest - after all you’re in the hallway between the living room and the kitchen, which is not a very good place to have sex in your opinion - but somehow the lust-filled look he gives you won’t let you speak. Instead, it just makes you anticipate what he would do to you, and so you decide to be patient.

Yangyang’s lips meet yours again, and you almost sigh in disappointment when his hand wanders from your core to your stomach, pulling up your shirt. He parts from you for a second to slip it off you, tossing it to the ground as he reaches for your hands that you didn’t dare to move from their position above you, and he shoots you a satisfied smile, as if he wanted to praise you for keeping them there. His other hand reaches behind your back, unclasping your bra skillfully and removing it, letting it fall to the floor as well. Then he guides your arms to his shoulders for you to put them there.

“Hold onto me,” he tells you, and you obey, wrapping your arms safely around his neck as he goes in for another open-mouthed kiss. He is quick to cup one of your breasts with his warm palm, kneading the tender piece of flesh and teasing your nipple, causing you to throw your head back as you break the kiss. Attaching his lips to your exposed throat, he kisses his way down, eventually nipping at your collarbones as you hold onto him. 

“Feels good?” he asks, and you immediately nod, moaning in response. “Then how about… this?” Yangyang lets his fingertips dance down your belly, now slipping his hand underneath your panties and touching you directly.

“Mmhh… f-feels better…” you mewl, shutting your eyes tightly and moving your hips towards his touch. You moan as he dips a finger inside, but he pulls right out again, repeating the procedure a few times until you’re starting to get frustrated. “Baby… m-more, please,” you beg, and you earn yourself a kiss before he pushes his finger inside properly.

“More?” he asks. “One finger can’t be very satisfying…”

“P-please…” you whine.

“So cute…” your boyfriend coos over you, and he rewards you by pushing another finger inside with ease. Slowly curling them against your walls, he watches your reactions closely, and eventually you can feel your thighs starting to tremble from the pleasure. You let your head fall forward, leaning against his chest as you hold onto him tightly, moaning and begging for more.

“More…?” Yangyang repeats. “I’ll give you something even better, then.” As he pulls his fingers out, you’re overcome by a sense of deprivation, but when he begins to unzip his own pants, pulling them down just enough so his bulge covered in his boxers is visible, you begin to understand what he’s about to do. “Help me out here, babe,” he whispers, before reaching behind him to retrieve one of your hands, guiding it to his core. You touch his length, palming him through his underwear, earning yourself a groan while he places his forearms against the wall on either side of you to support himself.

“Fuck, babe… Y/N, I want to fuck you so bad…” he groans through gritted teeth as you can feel him grow under your touch, until the strain must be painful for him. Eventually, he makes you stop, and he pulls his boxers down too, ordering you to remove your pants. You’ve barely slipped out of them when he places his hands behind your thighs, telling you to hold on tight, and when you’ve safely wrapped both arms around his shoulders, he picks you up. Pushing inside you with one eager thrust, he makes you moan and he stops his movements right away to let you adjust to his size. “Tell me when you’re ready,” he says, and you can feel his breath on your cheeks as he speaks.

“I’m ready,” you let him know soon after, and Yangyang doesn’t hesitate for a single second. He rolls his hips against yours in slow, smooth motions at first, but as he gets more impatient, he quickly picks up some speed. “F-fuck…” you curse, unable to do anything other than cling to him and to moan at the pleasure of having him inside you. “F-feels so good…” You can feel him digging his fingernails into your skin, the pain mixing with the pleasure and sending you into a state of pure bliss. Legs wrapped around him, you try to move your hips so he would reach deeper inside you as he fucks you against the wall.

“I won’t last long, babe,” he tells you, his voice sounding strained. “You feel so good…”

“D-don’t stop now… please don’t stop…” you find yourself begging, head spinning from the position you’re in and the way he fucks you so good. “I-I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum…” You come undone while moaning his name, feeling your walls contract around his cock, and along with him growling your name, he fills you up with his warm seed. You stay in your position for a few moments, so you can each come down from your highs, until eventually he slips out of you, setting your feet back on the ground.

“That was… nice…” you say, back leaned against the wall while you’re still trying to catch your breath. Your boyfriend draws closer to give you a short kiss, and then he grins at you.

“We can still go to the bedroom now,” he mischievously suggests. “And have round two there.”

[winchesterdreamgirl88]

NFSW Alphabet-Dean Winchester

Warning: Smut, 18+, language, Mention of knives

A/n:

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

First thing he would do is make sure you're okay, then he would get a warm towel and clean you off. Then he would bring you water or anything you needed before cuddling you

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Dean would also be very proud of his hands because they are so strong and rough just like him he knows they really turn you on

His favorite body part of yours is your hips because he likes being able to grab onto you and control you

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Dean likes to be risky sometimes even if you are on birth control sometimes he'll cum inside you

If not he cums on your titties

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Dean secretly loves when you tease him and make him jealous on purpose because then he gets to really show you that you are his and no one else's

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Obviously Dean is gonna be very experienced but boy does this man know how to pleasure the hell out of you!!

Don't even get me started on demon Dean because let's be honest best and hottest sex ever!

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Dean likes when you ride him because he gets to focus on you and making you feel good. But he also really enjoys missionary when you lock your legs around him and he can lift your leg up and go fully deep inside you.

F = Foreplay(how much time do they take pleasing you, teasing, etc) (I haven't actually seen anyone do this and I think it's a fun one to add:)

I feel like Dean would be the KING of foreplay. He would definitely be into edging you on and then not letting you cum. He would do this about 3 times or until you've begged him enough

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I feel like Dean would start out goofy like just bullying you and purposely trying to get you a little riled up and then he would take control

But if you make him jealous he will be so serious because he wants you to know that he's in charge of you and he'll make you listen

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Dean has a little bit of hair but not a crazy amount, maybe just like his beard where it's slightly rough but not overwhelming

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Dean is actually very intimate with you because he's so happy to finally be with someone who really loves him and excepts him and helps him

If he's jealous he's not as intimate but he'll still make sure you're okay

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Dean has a very high sex drive so I feel like he would do it a lot

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Dean loves choking you because he loves feeling like he has power and control over you. But you also like it because even though he's being dominant you still trust him to not hurt you

Dean also wouldn't mind you being tied up with either a rope or his belt just to control you

I feel like Demon Dean would ABSOLUTELY have a knife kink. Not ever to draw blood but just graze your skin

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

If Dean could have you anywhere and everywhere he could. You and Dean definitely have sex every time you guys are sleeping at the bunker and if Sam isn't around sometimes you guys will try other rooms in the bunker.

SHOWER SEX!!

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He loves seeing you in one of his flannels and some fuzzy socks with your hair in a messy ponytail or bun. If you have your glasses on that's an extra bonus:)

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that would hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Dean likes receiving head because you are the best he's ever had

But he could also just sit there and eat you for a long time

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Dean is always really fast and rough because that's who he is

There are definitely times when he's upset you or is sorry or just wants to make you feel better he will take his time and make sure to let you know how special you are to him

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If Dean can have you anywhere he could so if he gets a chance like if Sam leaves to get food or do research you guys usually will end up doing the deed

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

I feel like Dean would be really risky with you but he would also make sure you were okay with everything he is doing

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Dean can usually last about 3 or 4, possibly 5 if he's really horny

Demon Dean could go forever as long as he wanted but once you were to tired or sore he would stop

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I feel like since Dean likes teasing and foreplay he would definitely be okay with you having a vibrator if he could control it and tease you with it

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Dean very much likes to tease you because he's the king of foreplay and will make you squirm

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Dean is usually very vocal and his voice is so low and raspy his moans are even deeper and sexier

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Lazy sex I feel like is something that Dean would really like. Especially after a hunt or if you guys have a free day

Car sex. If he's really desperate he'll opt to just do the deed in Baby.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Dean might not be as long as Sam but he can definitely satisfy you. But he's also super thick so he fills you out more

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Dean has a very high sex drive and is usually very handsy in public

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Dean would first clean you, bring you water or food, then he would either give you a back massage or just rub your arm or play with your hair until you fall asleep and then he would spoon you and fall asleep after.