#also i read that this is a female name plz let me know if that's wrong 영수

[wonustars]

Come Thru

" you make me wanna come thru quarter after two just to put it down on you"

✧ pairing: joshua hong x female!reader ✧ wordcount: 1.7k ✧ genre: toxic fwb situation, slight angst, smut (mdni 18+)

✧ reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated ♡! tumblr is based on reblogs not likes, and they help writers like me to get better reach. thank you!

✧ summary: your fwb joshua, comes over despite your half-assed protests. you arrangment is over, but one last time won't hurt, right? ✧ tags: non-idol!au, fwb! joshua, toxic!joshua, afab!reader, few smau texts, joshua is an asshole and reader lets him. ✧ warning/smut tags: DUBCON, coercion, unprotected p in v sex, degradation, slapping, groping, fingering, creampie. ✧ note: i recommend you don't take the dubcon and coercion warning lightly, if this isn't your cup of tea do not read. minors plz do not even try, i am watching. joshua is written to be an asshole in this fic. i also want to preface that i don't view joshua in this way irl, this is purely fiction. don't be like reader irl, this is made up plz. thank u to @junkissed and @okiedokrie for beta-reading ♡. also i had to ai generate an expanded version of this pic for the header, fyi. -> i have been in a joshua brain rot for the past 3 months, so this is the cause for this fic :p. lmk if u like darker themed fics! see u soonest - anna !

A part of you is reluctant to open the door, whilst the other part is begging you to give him one more chance. One more chance to kiss him, to feel him against your skin, to hear him say your name. 

There hasn’t been a time where you’ve denied Joshua’s need, allowing him to use your body in the ways he sees fit. But it’s different now, and that difference is the fact that you and Joshua don’t see eye to eye on the current status of your “relationship”. 

But you let him in anyway, you allow him to feel you completely, even when you know it's wrong. You know it’s wrong to do these things when you’re desperately in love with him and you know he doesn’t reciprocate those feelings. The only communication between you two is texts asking the other to come over. To fulfill each other's desires through a quick and hard fuck. 

“Fuck, it's cold,” Joshua mutters, rubbing his arms to create some type of warmth as you open the door, “what took you so long?” 

“Then go home,” you roll your eyes, moving over to let him pass through the door despite the fact you told him to go home. 

“I don't wanna, I've missed you,” Joshua smiles at you, not with affection but just because he’s pleased at the fact that you allowed him to come over. 

“Why are you here, Shua?” you ask him, your arms crossing in front of your chest as you feign annoyance. 

“You know why,” he says, eyes piercing yours as his expression turns serious. 

“We can’t keep doing this,” you sigh, but your feet move towards you bedroom anyways while Joshua follows suit. 

Despite your verbal protest, you can’t help but fall into his trap. Blaming it on how handsome he is, how soft his voice gets when hes with you, and especially because he knows how to fuck you right. 

In your past relationships, sex never felt good, it was mostly just you going through the motions. Your partners finishing and leaving you to lie there sticky and displeased. But with Joshua, he doesn’t even begin till he’s made you cum. The gratification he gives you doesn’t start with his cock inside you. It begins with his mouth on your cunt, his fingers inside your wet hole. The chivalry he displays while he fucks you in your bed is unfortunately the only way you are able to witness it. 

Outside of your late nights with him, he doesn’t contact you, or even try to have a conversation with you. And yet you still fell for him. 

You feel his arms snake around your waist as the two of you head to your bedroom. There’s a feeling in your stomach that you can’t pinpoint. A feeling of guilt mixed with a bit of excitement. 

His lips move down your neck and you can’t help but lean back against his chest as he shuts the door. Strong arms pulling your waist in tighter as he leaves small bruises along your skin. 

Your body feels hot. All rational thoughts have left your head the moment he touched you. His hands start to move, groping at your chest, the flimsy material of your sleep wear allowing him to feel you despite the barrier. Your nipples hardening against his fingertips and he moves your head to the side, pulling you into a deep kiss. 

His dominant hand moves down from your chest, across your stomach and into your sleep shorts. 

“Why aren't you wearing underneath?” he mumbles against your lips. 

“It's too hot,” you respond before kissing him again. 

Finding your clit, he rubs circles against your sensitive bud. Rubbing and playing with you until your legs start to shake. The makeout ceases as your too overwhelmed by pleasure, your mouth open yet still against his lips as you moan out his name. 

“Fuck, you’re such a slut for me aren’t you, baby,” He curses, placing a finger inside your dripping cunt. 

He continues to play with you, his finger moving in and out of your tight pussy. Your walls are pulsing as he begins to add a second and then a third. The coil in your stomach starts to tighten as Joshua speeds up his ministrations. 

“I'm close,” you whimper, your eyebrows furrowing as you concentrate on reaching your orgasm. 

“Still so fucking tight,” Joshua whisper in your ear, feeling the way you clench around his fingers, "no matter how many times I put my cock into you."

It all comes to an abrupt stop and you whine at the loss of his touch. His pupils are dilated, eyelids lowered with lust. He doesn’t allow you to whine for him any further, carrying your body towards the bed before dropping you. Your body hits the mattress and it bounces underneath your weight. 

“Fuck me, please,” you beg him, your eyes watching the way he removes his clothes. 

You follow his actions, removing your soiled sleep shorts and thin tank top. Your tits bouncing as you throw your shirt onto the floor, not caring where it lands. The only thing on your mind is Joshua’s cock and the feeling of him being inside you. 

His eyes wash over your frame, his adam’s apple bobbing as he takes your figure in. He thinks your so sexy, with the way you stare at him so needily, your legs already spread for him. He doesn’t care that he’s promised that this would be the last time, he doesn’t care that you want to better your self. To stop this arraignment. He’s addicted to the feeling of your tight pussy, how it milks his cum and leaves him wanting another round. 

Hovering over top of you he aligns his dick with your entrance, rubbing the fat tip of his cock against your wet slit. The sounds coming from his actions are unholy, but to him the feeling is like heaven on earth. 

“You're soaking,” he groans, applying pressure to your clit with the tip of his length. 

Your eyes roll back, your walls pulsating around nothing, all you want is for him to be inside you. But you stop him for a moment, wondering why he hasn’t put on a condom. 

“Do you have a condom?” you place your hand against his chest, pushing him back slightly. 

“No, it's fine, we’ve done it without one before,” he shrugs. 

You sit up a little and roll your eyes at him. Sure you’ve done it without a condom before, but now that this arrangment has lost it’s exclusivity, you don’t trust Joshua’s words. You know that he’s probably seeing other people. 

“Joshua, fuck, are you trying to get me pregnant?” you sigh, and he does the same. 

“But it feels better without it,” he whispers in your ear before pushing you down onto the bed again. 

Before you can even register whats happening, you feel him fully sheath himself inside you. A moan escapes your lips in surprise and also pleasure. You don’t want him to fuck you like this, but the pleasure is too hard to ignore. The feeling of his naked cock inside you causes you to squeeze around him tighter. 

“I told you, it feels better without one,” he mutters, pushing your legs into your chest, folding you in half. His upper body against you, your legs essentially locked in place. 

“Joshua please,” your eyelids droop with pleasure. Your hands moving to grip his biceps as you allow him to fuck you raw. 

Joshua groans from above you, his hips snapping against your cunt, balls slapping against the skin of your ass. You can see the clear outline of his cock poking out from your lower stomach. 

“Your pussy's so good, fuck,” he continues to groan out of pleasure, his tip kissing your cervix with each thrust, "taking my cock so well, baby."

He moves slightly to let go of one of your legs as he sits up, flipping your body and arranges you till your ass is in the air, your back arched. As he re-enters you, a salacious moan leaves your lips, savouring the feeling of his balls hitting your clit. 

“No one is going to fuck you like I do, you hear me?” He says, his thrusts becoming more powerful to emphasize his words. 

“I said, do you hear me?” he reiterates himself, and you answer him obediently. 

"Mhm, fuck, feels so good," you whine.

Joshua’s hands come down to slap your ass harshly, leaving large red hand prints against your supple skin. The burn feels goods and your whimper with every slap he gives you. 

“Joshua please, don’t cum inside me,” you beg him, but he just chuckles at your pleas. 

You can feel your self getting closer to your orgasm, your walls tighenting against his cock with every move he makes. 

“Be a good girl for me and just take what I give you,” is all Joshua says, his hands moving over to your clit, rubbing it in circles to get you closer to completion. 

His other hands is pushing your face into the pillow with so much force that you genuinely don’t believe that you are able to move from where you lay. You can feel his member twitch inside you, his thrust beginning to get sloppy. The headboard is banging against the wall as he moves in and out of you.

Then you feel it, his hips still, his length fully inside you, tip right against your cervix before he releases his load. 

“Shua!”

You moan at the way his hot white cum fill your needy cunt, your eyes rolling back as your releases follows right after his. All you can hear is his laboured breathing as he removes himself from you.

Letting go of his hold on you, your body flops agains the mattress. You can hear shuffling behind you and you turn around to see Joshua already putting on his clothes. 

“I’ll text you the next time I want to come over,” Joshua says when he’s fully dressed, pulling you into a deep kiss before leaving. 

You sigh into your pillow, the relization of what just happened hitting you right away. The feeling of his cum dripping out of your now swollen cunt makes you feel sick, but you can’t get over how good he makes you feel. It doens’t matter how many times you tell him that “this is the last time”, Joshua always get what he wants.

✧ note: thank you for reading, i hoped you liked it! leave a comment or an ask if u wanna see more of this.

✧ taglist: @christinewithluv @todorokiskitten @peachescreamandcrumble @minwonfairy @oneandonlyluvv @ihrtmingyu @tigerhoshii @sleepzyy @luveveryonewoo @thepoopdokyeomtouched @chan-s-laptop @aksweet7 @leah-rose03 @woofie-nctzen-fanarts @gyuguys @crystal-rhyming @jenoxygen @hoshhhiiiii @babigriin @bouclesdefeu @mingyuecstacy @iluvseokmin @odevote118 @wonvsmile @suga-bitch @chickpea-jimin @lar3ine @bias-recs @hanniebub @iluvmingi @vapidlynn @aaniag @yogurttea @blurr3db3rry @lovejoshua @woozixo @drunk-on-dk @noiceoofed @angelfeverdream @leahhhher @hanniebwii @yuyunhoo @whowantshota @hannniiiiiehae @writingbarnes @chariseiswriting @imhwajaez @tomodachiii @valenhui @3lilredroses @bunnyjjongie @sunniques @lovejoshua (hi user lovejoshua u love joshua so here’s some joshua)

[neptuniadoesstuff]

Introduction Thing Ig... So.. Welcome to the Basement?

(Plz click the read more to see all of the text)

Btw I'm a MINOR, someone who is UNDER 18! SO PLAESE DNI IF YOU ARE A 18+ ONLY OR MATURE ACC!

(Yeh this is a remake of my introduction post, but we don't talk about that-)

So yeh, welcome to this.. place... This is where I store all of my art & whatever I can think of. So, you will expect:

Art (Usually Fandom-based or OC based)

Art WiPs (That of ATs, DTs, & Character Refs)

Meems (Except I'm not funny so don't expect many)

& Stoopid Garbage like my rambles & crud.

(Although reminder that my art can & will be 13+ as it will contain things like g0r3, Cannibalism, & even death, I'm just uncomfy with anyone under 13 actually interacting with me due to my past experience back on Screb... But if you are kind enough maybe I'll let you talk to me, I'm pretty friendly but I do have some problems irl so keep in mind..)

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My Bio (Full):

|| Name: Bubs | Aliases: N (If you know me irl), Neptunia | Gender: Female, She/Her | Age: 15 (I'm a minor, so leave me alone if yur an 18+ only/mature acc) | Height: Blob-Sized, May be a bit chonky lol | Pride: AroAce | Other: Big fan of MO: Astray & an avid enjoyer of Blobs ||

Birthday: December 26.

Zodiac: Capricorn. (I don't take zodiacs seriously though tbh, I just think they're a bit neat to say.)

IQ Level: Moron.

If you know who I am, I'm BuggoBlobs from Scratch (Sadly due to the whole banning fiasco bcs of someone mass reporting me for calling them out on their bs.... Lets say things didnt end well for me..)

So yeh erm... that's why I'm here....? (Well not rlly, I have known about Tumblr for a long time, except I only made an acc this year due to a frend of mine (REDACTED) making an acc on here, so I thought "Let's do the same thing" & here we are)

(Funfact: I'm quite anti-social irl & only have like... 2 irl frends but I only talk to one-)

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My Mascots/Sonas ig-:

Neppy ◆/♠︎/♣︎ (Main Mascot) (You will see her... A LOT, so be ready) (Her Ref & TH Page)

Bubs (Design coming soon) ◆ (This is my persona/irlsona btw)

JJ Sam Green ♣︎/♠︎ (Mascot) (His Ref & TH Page) (TW: Can contain sensitive info) (You can also see his full ref here)

Jayden/Greeny ♥︎/♣︎ (Mascot) (His Ref & TH Page)

(Symbol Meanings: ♥︎ = Comfort. ♣︎ = Favorite. ◆ = Sona. ♠︎ = Just think they're neat lookin.)

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Content warnings!

G0r3/Bl00d

Cannibalism

Death

Sometimes horrifying imagery

Semi-graphic descs of charcters.

OC with Scars

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My Socials ig:

Screb (I have 2 accs on there.but one got murked... At least i have a back up ig? Welp. The one that got murked is a archive now so yeah...), Tumblr (Your Here lol), ToyHouse (Where all of my OCs whom I created/put on there exist)

Or you can use my Carrd here. I don't mind tbh. (+ Having a Carrd is much easier to link than all of my Socials.)

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Fandoms (I'm in ig):

MO: Astray (Fave Game)

Hollow Knight

WoF

Pokemon

DNU (Doctor Nowhere Universe)

Oh yeah this includes content I make of/for but not in. (Like TES & Fallout)

(Reminder: Just bcs I sometimes make content about smtn I'm not a part of doesn't mean I'm actually a part of that thing's Fandom, like example, some of my OCs in Fandoms I used to be in/aren't apart of.)

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Some of my original trash (In no actual order bcs I'M NOT NEAT & TIDY!):

Mortal's Curse/Terminal Archina/PoL (Same Universe as AoE/A2P)

Egolandia

Endoterr's Vail (Project Cata nka Oblivion Monroe &

RoTG (Realm of the Gods)

BloopTopia/LoA (Land of Ackezelle) (Aka World of Eeross)

Silver Valley

Soul Seekers

Noirvillah? (A part of a universe owned by my frend Ashe)

KR1T4.EXE

A Stargazer's Diary

MonoVista

And whatever else I have

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My TOS (You will see it a lot in my art-based posts)

Bubs' TOS: Plz don't repost/steal, trace, or recolor my art WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! If you do, I'll take yur femur and pelvis.. SO, DON'T THINK ABOUT IT! (The PNS on my blog's pinned post clearly means "Please No Steal" plz follow that rule.) If you do post my art on anything like yur blog or somewhere else (With my permission) PLEASE CREDIT ME!

So yeh, if you my any see a PNS in my drawings, that means it says, "Plz No Steal". DO NOT SEAL MY ART!

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DNI If you do any of these:

Taking my art w/o permission (This includes Tracing, copying, recoloring, or just straight up saying it's your art. Bcs I take lots of time making art & you taking my art w/o permission hurts me) (It will not only matter if it was made for you & only you but plz frikin credit me if you post it)

Being weird to me or my characters/designs. (Just... don't... I'm AroAce (+ a Minor) & that makes me uncomfortable tbh... Look even if I do make a character with a certain body type/looks that's kinda "sus", does not allow you to make weird comments about them at all)

The average hate comments, harassment, bullying, & spamming/threats thing. We all know those 4, right? Just be a frikin decent person for crying out loud. (You can dislike me & my art all you want, idc tbh. Just don't go harassing me on multiple levels to the point IT WILL MAKE ME HAVE A MENTAL BREAKDOWN!) (Also, these 4 count for my frends here. Again, be a decent person. I'm watching you..) (Also, this rule includes nor respecting me, just plz respect everyone with kindness... Thanks.)

Pestering/threatening me to draw you smtn. (I work hard on my drawings + I have a life outside of here, so don't expect me to draw you smtn since I only draw for my frends & myself. If you really want art from me, pay in art, idc how bad the art is, art is art & I have no biases when it comes to it as everyone has their own style.)

LGBTQ-Phobes/Menaces to certain groups of ppl who did nothing wrong but exist. (This is a LGBTQ+ Safe place)

Creeps, Weirdos, & ppl who ship problematic ships. (Like don't be any of those plz... Especially the weirdos who like children or animals WAY TOO MUCH.)

(Edit) Making false accusations/hateful comments of my friends. Be a goddamn decent human being for the love of God or ill have to report you.

(Not strictly but I do get uncomfortable) following any adults only/18+ acc on here. Yeh I just don't really interact with anyone who is currently following a 18+ acc bcs it just.. weird..

Breaking any of these DNI Rules can get you blocked BY ME! So be careful...

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My Mutuals/Friends:

@oregon-or-the-grave (Ashe/Oregon), @mor-meowcat (Abi), @viellohi (Vie), @somepersonyouknow (Mia), @spiasshdown (Splesh).

(4 of them are literally from Screb & only one I know IRL- It's a whole bag of worms lol-)

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Anyways my side blogs bcs I said so:

The Official Mortal's Curse Blog (Ask/RP OC Blog)

My Species Storage Blog (Lore QnA/Original Species Blog) (Originally a Ref Sheet storage Blog)

My MO: Astray AU Blog called Timeline-Breaker (Ask/RP/AU)

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So yeh... Thats its rlly for this post... Hope you enjoyed yur stay, & remember, always stay a goober! Even in the toughest times.

(Art is by me btw, Plz don't take. :( )

[fraidy-farfelle]

"You're Not Alone."

CW: Parenthood, babies, Vincent being a cute dad

Notes: female afab reader, established relationship, marriage, for the sake of clarity I’m giving your twin sons names, but obviously feel free to change them! Also: I did not make this edit, if someone knows the artist plz let me know to credit them.

As always, constructive criticism is welcome, but please be gentle as I do cry. Idk if I'm gonna write more for the Sinclairs but if you want to be added to the taglist feel free to rb or pm me!

‘This is thoughts.’

“This is speaking”

“This is Vincent signing”

You awoke with a start, sitting straight up. As your eyes adjusted, you saw you were tucked into bed. ‘This is not where I fell asleep.’ You thought to yourself, yawning and stretching your arms. The afternoon sunlight trickled in through the curtains, and you realized you had been asleep for a while. 

Your oldest twin boy, James, had woken you as the sun rose. You remembered feeding and soothing him as you sat on the couch, not wanting to bother your husband or his brother if he cried again. So, how did you get here? Your eyes settled on the pair of cribs to the side of the room. They were empty. “Where are they?!” You exclaimed and threw the covers off of yourself in a bout of maternal panic. 

Running through the house, the bedrooms, kitchen and living room were all vacant. Trying not to panic, you took a deep breath. There was only one place left to look. You carefully made your way down the stairs to Vincent’s workshop in the basement. As you descended, you heard his radio softly playing classical music. You turned the corner and breathed a sigh of relief. 

Contently working away in this sketchbook was your handsome Vincent. He was shirtless with his hair tied into a messy bun. (the twins liked to pull on his long soft hair.) James was tied to his chest with a baby wrap while Andrew was in a basket on his workbench, both sleeping soundly. You shook your head at yourself. Of course there was no reason to panic. 

Vincent turned his head, picking up your footsteps over the quiet music. You were only mildly surprised to see his face, as he’d read about the Still Face experiment and was doing his best to overcome his insecurity to be the best father he could be. He gave you a gentle smile as you approached him and kissed his scarred cheek. “That skin to skin contact stuff is no joke, huh?” You said softly, gazing at your son’s sleeping face. Vincent nodded and cupped your chin delicately, pulling you in for a proper kiss.

“Did you have a good rest, love?” He signed, tilting his head. “Yes. You didn’t have to carry me to bed, you know.” He shrugged. “I didn’t mind. I slept through James crying, it’s the least I could do.” You huffed and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “I’m glad he didn’t wake you up. Hopefully he didn’t wake Bo up, either.” You said, resting your cheek on his head. He made a noise of indignation. “The lazy bastard was still snoring when I went to find you. Don’t worry about him.” He felt your shoulders shake with a silent laugh at his words. “You were the picture of beauty this morning, you know.” “Aren’t I always?” You teased. He snorted softly and tapped his sketchbook with his index finger. 

Looking at the page he indicated, you saw a sketch that was undeniably you and James. He captured the way he had found you on the couch that morning. You were lying on your back, with your baby asleep on your chest. You had apparently fallen asleep before you had put your breast back in your nightshirt from feeding him. James’s head was resting on the exposed side of your chest, curled in on himself adorably. Both of you had sleepy smiles on your face. 

“It’s like you took a picture. I’m really glad you’re the one that found me and not one of your brothers.” You said. “Me too. Saved me some ass kicking.” You could tell he was joking and squeezed him gently. “How long have they been asleep?” “Not long. Fed them and they conked out.” You smiled. You felt so blessed to have a husband like Vincent. “You know, next time you shouldn’t let me sleep so long. I’m their mom, it’s my job to take care of them.” “And I’m their father. You created two human beings cell by cell. That’s more incredible than any art I could ever make. You’re entitled to a break when you need it.” 

You bit your lip. “I know, but I just-“ Vincent sighed and tugged you around to sit on his lap. He put your hand on Andrew’s head and his own on James’s back. “We made these masterpieces together. We’ll care for them together. Their uncles love them, and will help us when we need it. Whatever happens, you’re not alone.” Tears began to fall from your eyes, and you gave a watery smile. Vincent smiled back at you and rested his forehead on yours. “I… love… you!” He startled you by speaking, the gravely, strained timbre bringing a blush to your cheeks. “I love you too!”

Taglist: @rottent33th

[cloudly-moonlight]

Um... I don't know where to start but I guess I get to the bottom of it.

If you are a new blog, plz put proship before you follow me so I could block you.

I recently have a new encanto blog followers for the past days and weeks, the issue is that I had follow them back without thinking nothing of it, their blog looked so innocent so I thought it was nothing.

On their bio, they did not have nothing, but full of innocent encanto art, like drawings of Mirabel and Camilo with Bruno laughing, Isabela and Julieta in the kitchen, seem like to me, they were talking and so many more.

As I scroll down their post to the deep end, that's when I realized that I accidentally follow a forbidden family content blog full of... let's skip that.

So I had block them and I felt embarrassed because once I read a fanfic that I thought it was innocent but they didn't have no tags but the Madrigal names, I was also embarrassed by the art enough.

All I'm asking please read my pinned post before you follow me, and for goodness sake, start writing on your bio and don't leave it blank, I'm pretty sure a lot stumbled upon your blog without a second thought.

I'm dealing with porn bots, creepy females and males sending me a porn websites videos, blank blogs I don't trust, also I'm dealing with a porno blog liking one of my Encanto posts then proceede sending me a message, like I'm not interested, go to Twitter for that.

I'm not attacking anyone, I'm just saying please put if you are one on your bio so no one like me could follow without thinking and stumbled upon.

[silvcrignis]

Also kid meme for Keira and bill and Missy and Claude plz

{Meme}: Send a pair name and I’ll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child. {x}

Name: Stellis Oliver Afton (He lets people call him Stell mostly some people fuck up his very simple name)

Gender: Male

General Appearance: Another kid with his mother's weird silver hair what a fuckin surprise, his talons are never retracted because he thinks he looks pretty cool like that, once again taller than both the parentals but honestly for Will not THAT much he's like 6'7 it's barely noticable, he has heterochromia his right eye is green his left is grey & man is he popular because of it. He made one of those varsity jackets with a Mangle theme & if you see him without it on it's in the wash

Personality: Insufferably pretentious when talking about the politics of Hell. Charismatic as fuck with any other subject, people LOVE this kid, Keira & William are always showing up to see people they... Don't know in their house & he's like "This is my new friend, _" & they're like "... Okay..." They're so used to it now.

Special Talents: He can open up the pits to Hell just like his mam. He's also really good at household handy work, especially fixing doors.

Who they like better: Keira

Who they take after more: Keira, he went right ahead & became a big dumb jock just like her. Quidditch or die lmao.

Personal Headcanon: He bullies his father all the time for "letting himself get arrested like a big loser" like Stell stop being so MEAN to him. Keira can bully him but show your father a MODICUM of respect bls.

Face Claim: Jeremy Dufour

Spoiler Alert:This one below is never happening Claude has FOUR kids, does not want more & demon pregnancies are fuckin horrific Alana almost DIED birthing Laine & Mads & that bitch is a MERMAID.

Name: Chloé Vivienne Frollo

Gender: Female (Gremlin)

General Appearance: Like every single biological product of Claude Frollo she got his pale as fuck turquoise eyes, & shitty uncontrollable hair, she's like fuckin 6'5 send help, also has the RBF like JFC not 9 months of carrying her for Missy just for her to be a clone of Claude because she's also blonde.

Personality: She keeps trying to out war criminal her big sister Clair... So... Awful lmfao.

Special Talents: She's a great violinist just like her dad but she won't stop covering Wonderwall in the campus quad on it so she can fuck off. Also SUPER strong if a car hit her it's the CAR that will suffer.

Who they like better: Missy because Missy will let her throw the rotisserie chicken at cars passing by Dad is no fun :////.

Who they take after more: Her shitty older sister Clair & Claude wonders which one of them is gonna get themselves killed first.

Personal Headcanon: She won't stop carrying Victor swaddled up like a baby all around the house. Vic loves it, Claude just... Sometimes he needs his cigarettes watching that shit

Face Claim: Amanda Stenberg (If anyone has questions they did not read his bio. It's linked in the pinned post so go do that instead of pestering me lmfao.)

(REALLY YOU ALWAYS WAIT UNTIL I'M AT MY BREAKING POINT OR SUPPOSED TO BE DOING SOMETHING ELSE IM STARTING TO THINK YOU HATE ME)

[acourtofquestions]

Ramble of recent batshit theories:

*that I haven’t had a chance to be nuts on here about yet, while listening to Queen of Shadows (& trying to go about life’s chaos in the midst of NEEDING to read) CAUSE WHAT HAPPENS😩😭😅😂🤷‍♀️🤦‍♀️ I need to know, yet I never want it to end*

— P.S. NO spoliees plz🙃🫶thx😉😘

Elide Lochan *I need to go check* but ISN’T THAT the same last name as Rowan’s old Maeve buddy/enemy??? P.S. (cause I haven’t had a chance) ELIDEEEEEEEEEEEE LIVESSSSSS

I cannot type the name “Lorcan Salvaterre” without thinking Lochan like above🤦‍♀️ & Salvatorre (cause middle school TVD me lives on❣️)🤣 — I need to meet him & fix this… cause also Lucien Vanserra name vibes???

Is Rowan related to Manon… they both are in the vision right? & the whole “demon” nickname cause 100s of years of chaos, + silvery white moon hair? 🤷‍♀️

SUPER FAST HIGHLIGHTS (& then I must go be “a human”)

The book is queen of shadows, well we’ve got Aelin, and whatever this darkness slowly covering Rifthold is… seems promising (& ominous) don’t love the red on the cover😅 umm… Dorian??? Hon, babe, CAN SOMEONE PLEASE GET HIM OUT ALREADY?!

What do Wyrdstone collars look like? WHY DO WE NOT HAVE A FILM ADAPTATION😭

Help I just love Abraxos🥹 bbbbbbbbbb

Why does Asterin remind me of Astrid from how to train your dragon😂

After reading TAB this is just “I understood that reference” city

SO YOUR TELLING ME WESLEY WAS GOING TO ENDOVIER

Yes female friendship!!!

“The swaggering Assassin incarnate”

SHE MISSES ROWAN, I MISS ROWAN, WHERE IS ROWAN😭 (oh how the tables have turned)

I just need Aelin & Aedion’s reunion BE THE BALM TO MY SOUL SARAH

Yes please ladies team up like Genya & Alina and let’s switch up Riftholds pecking order starting with the truly Dolores Umbridge level of revolting *ugh* Arobynn

Did Aelin just pull a black swan reference?

Loving the Black Widow vibes

Lysandra just casually tending to Aedion sculpted chest?😂 … I’m sensing a ship? + it would make sense to add drama since Aelin would hate it (or maybe hopefully not… idk)?

LYSANDRA KNEW (help wait I kinda totally love her)

ELIDE PERSPECTIVE TIME (Chapter 20 here I come)

[jipuragi]

Tae Sumi: Am I that bad a mother, Youngsoo?

Woo Youngwoo: ...my name is Woo Youngwoo.

[strwberri-milk]

Here’s an idea How you meet ft Dainsleif, Baizhu and enjou(seperately )

Female reader

Fluff plz

Als may I be tagged if it’s done plz

Dainsleif, Baizhu, Enjou X Reader || Fluff, Dainsleif just collapses bc he's old and tired || 1.4k words

(a/n - unfortunately I couldn't find too many of the kinds of voicelines I wanted to for them to study up so i hope that these portrayals are to your liking! i would also like to say requests are open so if anyone else would like to feel free to send yours in!)

Dansleif:

The day feels so much longer than usual. The herb picking you do only gets more and more tedious with time. It was exhausting work but as soon as you heard that some of the most elusive flowers were spotted blooming at a nearby cliff's edge you just had to make your way to it. After all, if you had them in your possession you'd be able to take care of so many more ailments than you were currently capable of.

You sit yourself down on the grass, sighing a little as you take a breather. It was a beautiful day at least, making the work smoother. For a second, you consider laying down to take a nap. The area was relatively safe after all and it couldn't hurt to just close your eyes for a second.

Just as you're about to, a man comes out of the forest, struggling to breathe properly and limping. His eyes meet yours for a split second, the striking blue and star-like pupil set startling you before he falls down, clearly in pain.

Thankfully, you were perfectly prepared.

When the man comes to, you quickly press a flask of tea into his hands, urging him to drink before speaking. You can see the hesitation on his face, about to return it to you when you take a drink of it yourself, letting some of it drip down the side of your mouth so he can confirm that you weren't just duping him, giving it to him again.

"You don't seem to be too injured," you say gratefully. "I think you just collapsed from exhaustion. Don't worry - I know what I'm doing. I'm a healer at a nearby village."

His eyes search your face, trying to determine if you were lying to him or not. Against his better judgment, he takes a sip of the tea, pleasantly surprised at how it tastes. You wait to see if he'll say anything about it, fiddling with your hands as he finishes it and returns your flask to you. He stands up and experimentally flexes his muscles, the stiffness from before totally abated.

"Thank you," he says with a clearing of his throat, nodding at you.

"I'm sorry for any distress I may have caused."

You shake your head, brushing off the dirt from your clothes.

"Don't mention it, really. I'm just glad you're alright. If you need anything you can come back to my home. I can send you off with a few good meals and some more herbs after you get some rest."

He shakes his head, turning away from you.

"I have a lot of work to do. As generous as the offer is, I'm afraid I can't take you up on it."

You get the sense that if you don't say anything to him right now you'll never see him again, a small voice in your head begging you to not let that happen.

"If you ever need me please don't hesitate to come here and find me. I'm [Name] and my door will always be open for you." The man pauses at your words and faces you again, a thoughtful look on his face.

"Is that so?" he confirms, a slight smile coming to his lips at your small nod.

"I'll be sure to come back then."

Baizhu:

As per usual you find yourself cooped up in the library. It wasn't that you didn't enjoy being here, no being amongst all this knowledge was something you loved. You just wished you weren't so bored.

The pile of books next to you don't really have a specific set of information, more so just some things that you thought would be fun to read. It sits virtually untouched as you give it the millionth once over, about to reach out and grab one when another hand touches yours from behind you.

"So sorry about that," a smooth voice calls from behind you.

"I was under the impression you wouldn't be reading it."

You turn to face the voice, starting slightly when you recognise the famed pharmacist Baizhu. He gives you a polite smile and you return it, taking the book he was reaching for off your pile and reading off the title. Of course - it was a book about ancient medicinal brewing practices.

"Are you studying?" he asks you curiously, taking the book out of your hand when you offer it to him.

"No. I just thought the cover was pretty and thought the content should be just as interesting," you explain, taking a different book to begin reading.

"It can be quite fascinating, or boring if you aren't going to use the knowledge."

He sits down next to you and begins to parse through the pages himself, you not minding his quiet company. His reputation preceded him and you supposed that it was understandable with such a talented man. Those who were at the top tended to have their excentricities after all.

"I just have a natural curiosity for knowledge is all," you respond, thumbing through your own book.

"It's good to be inquisitive," he praises, a light laugh in his voice. "Perhaps I should pick your brain one day and see what all that reading has given you."

You watch him get up from his seat and begin to head toward the checkout kiosk, clearing your throat and prompting him to turn back and face you.

"That sounds like it'd be fun. Perhaps we can meet here again tomorrow?" you suggest shyly, glad to see him nod.

"Tomorrow it is."

Enjou:

Being as adventurous as you are has both its advantages and disadvantages. Right now you found yourself in a slight predicament, not sure how to decipher any of the texts on the walls of the room you're standing in despite promising your guild that you would be able to bring back some of this lost knowledge.

Your foot taps against the stone floor, trying to figure out how to proceed from here. If you remembered your Kamera then you wouldn't have any issue showing it to the others, but you left it at home in your excitement to explore. Maybe you could try to replicate them in your notebook but considering the state of chicken scratch the rest of your writings were you didn't have very much hope for their integrity.

Regardless, you pull out your notebook to try your hand at it. It'd be better to return with something rather than nothing after all. Maybe you could learn something new in your efforts to follow the lines faithfully and produce something that would be close enough that it was legible.

As you're about to begin you hear footsteps coming up behind you, clutching your book to your chest in surprise as someone approaches you. You guess that he's interested in the same thing as you, barely glancing at you as he focuses on the script on the rock. He breezes past you to get a better look, you sidestepping a little to give him a better view.

"Fascinating, isn't it?" he asks you after a second, not bothering to turn back to look at you.

"It's a little difficult to properly determine where this is from but if we had the right archival materials I'm sure it would be easy to do it."

"Really?"

You tilt your head a little after your question, trying to understand how he could do something that seems complicated and speak of it so simply. It made almost no sense to you but you were wildly impressed.

"Do you study history?" you continue, the curious tone in your voice piquing his interest enough that he looks back at you.

"You could say that," he responds, bringing his hand up to his chin as he further regards the writing on the wall.

"Even if I didn't this writing is interesting regardless. It seems quite different from what you would normally see around Teyvat."

The man in front of you is a perfect stranger but it doesn't take much effort to discern that he has a vivid interest in all of this. You're sure that if you push him a little more he'll be more than willing to tell you all that he knows about it, something about him drawing you further in.

"Is that so?" you start to guide, curious to see if he'll fall for the harmless trap you've set out.

"Aren't you clever?" he chuckles, seeing through you right away.

"Do you just want to hear me blather on and on?"

The look on your face tells him yes and he shakes his head with a smirk, crossing his arms and deciding to humor you anyway.

[aestheticimaginesandaus]

hey idk if u still take requests but if you do, can you plz do dad!colson? im so obsessed! maybe one where he introduces casie to the baby?

I AM OBSESSED WITH DAD!COLSON SO HERE IT IS!!!

Not proof read. No warnings except maybe some cursing. Just soft dad Colson wanting all of his girls to get along. The baby is a girl but if you want me to change it go ahead. ALSO I normally write Y/N as female but if you want me to change that as well my inbox stays open. This one is a bit short but I wanted to keep like a little memory thing for Colson. As I was writing this, I imagined Colson like laying in bed cause he couldn’t sleep thinking about this moment. Kind of like a comfort thing for him, when all of his girls were getting along and they really became a family. When Casie finally saw Y/N as someone more than just her dad’s girlfriend but as a friend to her.

Colson had been weary of introducing Casie to his new daughter. He wasn’t so much worried she’d be jealous or anything…maybe it was the fact that Casie had been his only daughter for so long, maybe Casie would think that this new baby would be her replacement? ‘Get it together Colson. For Casie.’ He says to himself.

“CASIE COME HERE.” He shouts. Casie runs down the stairs of the house within minutes. “What’s up?” She asks. “I want you to meet the new baby. Y/N is out of the hospital now, and I think it would be good for the both of you. You and the baby, to get to know each other.” He rambles.

Y/N comes home with the baby a few minutes later. “She is so small, and squishy.” Casie states. Colson chuckles and Y/N let’s out that laugh that Colson adores. “Do you want to hold her?” Y/N asks. “Oh, I don’t know..” Casie says reluctantly. “Go and sit down on the couch or something, get very comfortable.” Y/N directs Casie to the couch and lets her get settled. “Hold her like this, support her head. That’s it.” Y/N shows Casie how to hold her, Casie gently takes the baby from her arms and situates her. Casie smiles, her smiles stretches up to her ears and she looks into the baby’s eyes. “She beautiful.” She says in awe. Colson watches as his Casie carefully handles the baby. “What did you name her?” Casie asks. Y/N looks away and Colson chuckles as he rubs the back of his neck. “We haven’t decided yet.” Y/N interjects “We’ve just been calling her baby girl until we come up with something.” She laughs.

Casie chuckles. “Sounds like my dad.” Y/N laughs in agreement. Y/N sits next to Casie and they sit in silence. The baby starts dozing off and Y/N smiles. “I think she likes you.” Casie looks at Y/N and smiles. “I’m gonna hit the bathroom for a minute.” Colson says, interrupting the moment and Y/N shoots him off.

Casie looks at the baby and sighs. “What’s on your mind?” Y/N asks. “I don’t know, it’s stupid.” Casie says.

“Talk to me. That’s what I’m here for.” Y/N reassures.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy you guys are starting a family of your own, but what if…” Casie trails.

“Colson loves you, Cass. I know what you’re thinking. But you’re his first daughter and his number one. He’d never replace you, he could never replace you. He loves you so much.” Y/N says. Casie looks at Y/N with tears in her eyes. Y/N hugs her from the side and kisses the top of her head. Casie smiles. “Thank you. I needed to hear that.”

Colson listens on the other side of the wall. Tears in his eyes as he watches his favorite girls interact with each other. They don’t know he witnessed the whole thing and he wants to keep it that way.

[problematicfavesareproblematic]

NSFW with Chuck Grant

~ ~ ~

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

 Charles Grant is a walking example of “acts like a badass, is actually a softie” bc BOY, IS HE HARD (lol) TO GET A READ ON. 

When you first start fucking, he doesn’t really have the instinct to stick around after and soak up the afterglow- mostly bc that’s not the dynamic that any of his previous relationships operated under, but also bc he’s like Lieb and doesn’t feel comfortable being vulnerable and potentially having you reject him. He only confidently leaves the first time, and then he judges whether to stay or not on how you look at him as he makes to get dressed after the second time you boink. If you want your space, he’ll go and be back the next day as long as you let him, but if you look even a little bit offended or hurt, he’s getting his ass back in that bed and doing whatever he can to get that sad look out of your eyes.

When he does stay, he’s down to give you whatever he can manage. 

He’s all for slowly kissing you while trailing his fingertips up and down your side, but if you just want to sleep beside him he is more than cool with it (he’ll probably still pet you a lil bit after you fall asleep bc he’s soft for you but shh shh shh don’t tell anyone). The only thing he isn’t very good at doing is pillow talk, especially right after sex. He’s too worried about saying the wrong thing and fucking up what he’s managed to establish with you. 

It isn’t until after he’s shot that he realizes how nice it feels to have someone else take care of him, and when you do so after sex it solidifies the fact that you don’t see him as a burden- you want him and you want to stay. Thank god, too. He doesn’t think he could recover without you (again, not that he’d ever tell you that)

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

 Your AhhhhhhHSSSSssssSSSSSs!!!!!!

Oh wow, look at you- owner of the cutest butt he’s ever seen. Can he put his hands on it? Can he squeeze it? Please please puh-lease can you let him watch it jiggle as he fucks you? If you’ve answered yes to any of these questions, then you’ve made each and every single one of his dreams come true. 

He doesn’t discriminate in his love for butts- he’s an equal-opportunity appreciator of the Majesty of the Female Ass™. If it changes size throughout your relationship, he’ll love it even more. Absolutely shameless.

On himself? He likes his legs- especially his thighs. 

He likes how strong they are, despite how much he hates Sobel for getting them to their current strength re: Currahee. But he gets over it quickly bc oh wow is he happy with their endurance while trying to keep up with you, both sexually and otherwise. The day he realized you could ride yourself to orgasm on them was the day he died and went to heaven and was sent back to sin again.

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

 He likes cumming on your pubic mound and then watching it slide down your pussy, thank you very much. If you guys are trying for kids or in a position where you don’t have to worry about not having kids, he’ll cum inside of you happily but oh wow he likes watching it slide down your lower lips. BONUS POINTS if he gets to catch it on his thumb and either stick it in your mouth OR circle your clit with it in order to get you off one more time.

Also, you asking him where he wants to cum on you gets him hot under the proverbial collar. 

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

 He’d do literally anything for you if you’d let him put his finger in your ass. He will genuinely kill an individual of your choice if you let him put his cock there instead. What a perv (jk it takes a lot of vulnerability for some people to convey their wants and desires to their partners plz remember that this has been a PSA).

The one thing he’ll never actually tell you about... EVER is that for a little while after meeting you for the first time in Georgia, he started hooking up with a girl who he didn’t realize (until much later) bore a striking resemblance to you. He’d had to end the relationship when he straight-up called out your name when he came (he was a lil drunk, just tipsy enough to slip up) and full-on booked it out of there bc not only had he pissed the girl off, but his shout had woken up her family- namely her very angry father- and barely escaped with his life.

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

 He’s had two lovers before you, but one of them was really experienced and patient and bless that woman. All he really has to do is learn what you like and he’ll commit it to memory. 

And you better be damn sure that he’ll use that knowledge against you/for his benefit. 

 F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

 Doggy style for all the reasons mentioned before. Or reverse cowgirl. Or normal cowgirl. His hands + your butt= dream combo.

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

 He can be goofy, but more than anything else he likes it when you’re goofy. Chuck can get a little too in his own head at times, which can lead to frustration/self-doubt- ESPECIALLY while recovering from his brain injury. You reminding him that sex is meant to be fun does him a huge favor, bc poor lamb will forget that every so often.

So please, nibble at his earlobe in that way that tickles him. Make a quip at the expense of one of your friends. Mock the silly sound of the moan you just let slip out.

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

 He’s not going to groom unless you tell him to, but he also doesn’t feel like you need to groom for him, either. Chuck’s not afraid to admit how much his personal hygiene has improved since meeting you. 

I can promise you that if you’re heavily invested in skin/hair care, he’ll probably be just as into building his own routine. 

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

 You always have Chuck’s full and undivided attention during sex, but he won’t necessarily show it unless he gets the guy feeling/you tell him that you want him to be. He’s going to whisper sexy things into your ear, call you a good girl (if not his good girl), and do everything in his power (at the time, at least (he can get a little distracted if you’re doing something particularly sexy)) to make sure you feel just how appreciated you are. He gets more and more confident in his PDA as your relationship progresses, but when it’s just you two? You’ll never meet a bigger sweetheart.

 J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

 Ok, so I’m deciding for you that mutual masturbation is a thing that you’re both into, m’kay? 

I'm also making the executive decision that you really enjoy watching him get himself off. You walked in on him one time, before you’d had sex, and were so stunned that you just watched in rapt attention until awkwardly backing out of the room and slamming the door shut. He’d nearly cum right then and there, and it got you extremely aroused. 

The next time you see each other, at some Georgia bar while on a pass, you offhandedly mention that you wish you hadn’t left and FROM THAT DAY ON he always lets you know when he’s feeling the urge and how you’re more than welcome to watch.

And when you do? It’s always a much shorter experience than he intends bc wow how hot are you?

 K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

 Frottage! Dry Humping! Grinding!

Allow me to explain:

In the months following D-Day, it was quickly understood that being on the frontlines meant having traditional forms of sex were no longer on the table (hehe) for you two. You’d experimented with rucking your trousers down your thighs, his thighs, both of your thighs, and each time it was a disaster (with one of the worst times ending up falling onto Tab after he’d inadvertently opened a door that Chuck had been fucking you against. Chuck had nearly thrown fists when Tab refused to look aware from your bare ass.)

So yall started grinding- quickly finding out that the bunches of fabric separating your bodies not only led to new forms of stimulation, but it also meant that you both started to utilize dirty talk. There’s something about your trembling lips at his ear, your warm whispers of ‘so good’ and ‘is this really all you need, Chuck? Me, writhing on you like this? What does that say about you, you desperate boy??’

Boy’s bought a one-way ticket to Boner City, USA.

PLUS! What a way to keep warm during Bastogne? Everyone is so jealous that they don’t have a super foxy megahot babe like you to grind upon.

 L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

 Hmm…..is saying anywhere a cop-out? Because he’s down for anywhere, he’ll follow your lead and rise to the occasion. Such a perv i s2g.

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

 ♫ YOOOUUUUUUUU!!!!!! ♫

You have this one eyebrow quirk you do when you’re in the mood, and it just so happens to be similar to the brow raise you give someone trying to outsmart you (which is another turn on for him- you putting some overly-confident sonofabitch back in their place after allowing them to mansplain at you for a little bit. First boner he ever got (since meeting you, obviously) came after witnessing you telling Joe Liebgott to stfu in cutting German after he’d made some off-color comment about your ass.) 

So, more often than not, he'll get a little turned on when you argue with people. Maybe even when you argue with him- who knows? not me. (i totally do, and he totally is)

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

 Any sort of pain play, on either of you. 

After being in genuine agony for so long while recovering from all of the surgeries, the idea of seeking any more pain out just doesn’t make sense. Chuck also doesn’t want to see you in pain- even if you’re asking him to make you feel it. You’d both suffered through the pain of hunger, frostbite, insect bites, sunburn, and just war in general (all of which had emotionally taken a toll on him bc he felt completely helpless and hated that he couldn’t do anything to take your hurt away). 

Sex and pain just doesn’t go together for him. Sorry not sorry 

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

 He loves having you go down on him, adores the way your eyes look up at him as if you’re challenging him to withstand your beautiful ministrations. 

He also is a big fan of going down on you, but PLEASE PLEASE PUH-LEASE ride his face. Good lord. 

He’s a sucker (teehee) for it- something about you using him like it’s all you keep him around for gets him hot. You also get this certain snarl on your lips when you are getting close that makes him lose his goddamn mind bc WOW YOU ARE SO ATTRACTIVE and HOLY SHIT YOU CHOSE HIM OF ALL PEOPLE? WOWOWOW.

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

 He’ll follow your lead/body language in terms of pace. Most sex sessions shift between both slow and deep as well as fast and hard anyway, so he is a fan of both. 

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

 A necessary evil, as far as Chuck is concerned. He’ll do them, and he’d be lying if he said that he didn’t enjoy the spontaneity of them, but he would prefer not to be rushed when he’s with you.

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

 He was riskier until that one time Tab caught you guys, after which he chilled out. Which you are thankful for, bc you’ve spoken with Lieb’s wife and BOY have those two gotten into some embarrassing situations bc of how risky that kid is. 

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

 The longest he's gone is 4 rounds (it was celebratory sex on VE day, with both of you in the best shape you'd ever been in and too high on relief to listen to your bodies. Ya'll were sore and dehydrated afterward but LORD was it worth it.

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

 He’d be very open to the idea of toys! On you, he’s automatically cool with it, but it does take him a little bit to get his head around the idea of using toys himself. Again, 40s/50s= somewhat repressed discussion about deviations from the traditional male sexuality- but Chuck is more willing and ready to challenge the societal norms than most. Very sexy of him.

 U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

 He always intends to tease you, but more often than not he gets so turned on that he can’t follow that intention through. You are aware of this and ABSOLUTELY weaponize this knowledge. Get it, fam. 

During day-to-day conversation, however, you both tease each other constantly. It’s been like that since you’ve met each other- always making innuendos and one-upping the other and for some reason that never even went away.

When Chuck woke up and the doctors brought you in to see him, the first thing he told you was that you looked terrible. When you’d replied with a sniff, a smile and a “guess the doc’s were full of shit when they said there was no change in your vision, huh?”- Chuck had smiled so hard it hurt.

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

 He’s a choked moan kind of guy. His face gets all scrunched up and his body shakes and he curses quietly under his breath (it’s vv cute and hot, FYI). he doesn’t even try and be quiet on purpose, he just seems to lose the ability to be vocal, tbh. If he’s drinking or if it’s been a hot minute since yall have gotten to do the do, he’ll probably be a bit louder. Like, maybe one loud cry of your name (see: the letter D)

It doesn’t bother him if you make sounds at all, just so you know. If anything, he likes that he’s a quiet cummer bc then he can hear any and all of your sounds.

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

 biting your ass while eating you out from behind is *bang* *bang* *bang* *click* *cash register noise*.

Especially if you squeal and smack at him after he does it.

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

 Average in all respects but OH MAN does he know how to work it to his advantage. Get ready for a wild ride, my dude. 

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

 Higher post-war, tbh. Chuck had had to be on bed rest for so long that he thought he may never get the chance to have sex again, so he totally makes a point to indulge in you every chance that he can get (but he’s cool if you say no, too).

But, as I mentioned in ‘risk’, he’s not going to be humping your leg in public or anything (ok but imagine if you were a dom to his sub and you made him do that holy fuck)

 Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

 He does not sleep very well, poor bb. He will be asleep but his mind will be working through all kinds of things ranging from PTSD to what shoes he wanted to wear to dinner with your parents that weekend. Good thing there’s a remedy to this ailment- your pussy sex with you!

While he can’t konk out immediately, he is able to relax. He will allow himself to get lost in the rhythm of your breathing, the weight of your hand on his arm or your arm wrapped around his middle. He will sometimes nuzzle into you as you’re drifting off to sleep, and when you press a kiss to his forehead he finally feels safe.

~ ~ ~

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[oraganji]

IF ANYONE WANTS WRITING INSPO

ok here’s the thing. I’m way too lazy and unmotivated to write a whole series, I am in awe of anyone who can actually do that or has done it. But in the spirit of ✨ hypocrisy✨ , of course I love reading them, and thinking about ideas for some series that will never actually come to fruition. So, for all the ACOTAR writers out there, I have a way-too-long idea for an Azriel x reader that I want to read as a series, or even like a couple of snippets of writing. Here it is:

Ok, so our (preferably female bc it’s my request but I’m not trying to disclude people here it’s just my preference) MC (I like the name Kora/Cora, or Arya, whatever, but y’know, since I’m not writing this, it’s not exactly my decision to make, it could just be Y/N, that’s fine too). Anyways, she’s half-seraphim, from Cretea, and is the commander of the seraphim/Cretea army. Now, here’s where the pick your story begins. I was thinking that she could be Drakon’s sister or something, to make her a princess, even though she only acts like a commander (I love nicknames that have a meaning. So like if Azriel calls the reader angel, it’s because of her white seraphim wings, and if he calls her princess, it’s because she actually is one). So she can either be his sister, or just the commander. She was old enough to have fought in that big war that happened with Miryam and stuff about the humans or whatever. IMPORTANT PART OF THIS: MC has water and ice powers, but to a massive scale. Like she can raise ocean tides, create snow/hailstorms, all that good stuff. I was thinking she could be called a Tidemaker, like in the Grishaverse, but you could totally change around the name. That’s the base of her character. Other than what I described, free reign to whoever is crazy enough to read/write this.

So now, I think of this as a slight (major) rewrite. This takes place right after Feyre makes it back home from enemy Tamlin. So, Hybern’s armies attack Createa for some UnKnOwN reason. Maybe MC’s dad/parental figure dies in the battle, and MC is filled with grief and rage. MC fights against them until she’s bloody and battered, using the ocean and sky as her weapons. Cretea is utterly destroyed, and she tries flying to a safe place. She had met Rhysand, Cassian, and our boy Azriel before during that Great War, because she was a commander, and the Night Court was allied with Cretea at the time. She remembers this, and tries to fly all the way to Velaris. She just makes it before collapsing/passing out, and Azriel’s shadows bring him to her.

Now, our boy is shocked because he actually used to have a little crush on MC the war so many decades ago. He sees her about to die and starts to ✨ panic✨ , obviously. So, I’m thinking he tells his shadows to find Madja, and busts into the House of Wind or something, and like alerts everyone by just saying “it’s Kora/Arya/MC”. So blah blah blah, cute Azriel taking care of MC moments, she tells them what she remembers about being attacked, etc. ALSO, i think it would be SO GREAT if Cassian and Rhysand called her Goose, instead of dove, or one of those other cheesy nicknames. Geese still have white wings, so it kinda fits. I just think it would be kinda funny if the first time they were meeting to discuss war strategy, MC showed off all of her powers, and established herself as a powerful, bad b****h, and these idiots call her a goose. AnYwAyS, time skip to the meeting with the high lords cause I don’t think things through. MC comes in later than our night court buddies because she “likes to make an entrance”, and walks in there with like a crown of gold laurels (i like that as a crown idea), and like a sage green dress or something (GREEN AND GOLD IS SO PRETTY), and is all like “hello ladies! and boys. What did I miss?” after not being there for like 200 years. Everyone is shocked, and she has a little spat with Beron, where she’s like “You’re just itching to play, huh Beron? Well, I’ll warn you, fire doesn’t tend to thrive with someone like me *smirk*.” I’M DYING. And meanwhile Azriel’s *mini* crush is slowly developing even more. So after that idc what happens, BUT. I think it would be great if Cassian made MC a general or something to help him out in the war with Hybern. Then, when she goes to leave after the war, to rebuild Cretea, and Rhys and Cass ask her to stay, she give a condition, which is that she wants to train the Illyrian girls. And she would leave after she feels like that initiative is set in place. So once she sees that females are being trained, she leaves. Later, Cass invites her for winter solstice very last minute, so she comes with one gift, for our special somene, AZZY BOY!. And it’s a moonflower in an ice sphere, cause headcannon: Azriel likes moonflowers, and so does MC. One day they were walking together or flying together, and she saw some, and pointed them out. Then Azriel plucked one and TUCKED IT IN HER HAIR OMG GET ME SOMEONE LIKE AZRIEL. And he’s like amazed that she remembered and saved the flower. Crush level rising. But at the same time, Elain seems interested in him, which MC can see, and thinks that Az likes Elain, so she goes back to Cretea cause she a little bit jelly.

I’m not a romance writer, so I was just thinking that once Cretea is close to rebuilt, MC invites everyone to come visit, and is taking a stroll with Azriel. She sees moonflowers again, and this time she plucks one and puts it in his hair, and goes “Damn. I bet I didn’t look this good when that thing was in my hair.” And then Azriel mutters under his breath, “you did. you looked ethereal. like an angel.” but MC kinda hears a little bit of it, so she gives Azriel a little kiss on his jaw, cause she can’t reach his cheek (THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE I’M SCREAMING) and says “I heard that Az. I think you look ethereal too.” He’s one blushy boy after this. omg why am I like this. But, plot twist, Elain saw this whole interaction go down and gets PISSED. Meanwhile, MC drags Azriel around, while he trails behind her like an awestruck puppy. She finds a starfruit tree (which I’m making native to Cretea, like it’s a rare thing elsewhere) and gets some seeds from them from Elain, saying that it would be good for her garden. And Azriel just thinks about how thoughtful she is, even to people she doesn’t necessarily like. They get back, and Elain is complaining about how Azriel chose MC over her to Nesta , who I think would be besties with MC. MC walks into the room and hears. Elain realizes this and tries to insult/yell at MC. But MC just had a sad smile and goes, “I brought you some starfruit seeds, Elain. They’re only native to Cretea, and I thought it might be good for your garden. Good night Elain.” OK so this is why I think it would be good if MC was Drakon’s sister and a princess. She knows she’s a princess, but she really only considers herself to be a commander. She’s debating going back to Cretea, or staying, and she tells Azriel that she’s prob gonna leave soon. And our bat boy is all ✨ panik✨  when he hears this. He says “But I wa - everyone wants you to stay”. MC smirks and goes “what were going to say Az. They’re like really close together now, so Az leans down and gives her a gentle kiss and goes, “I want you stay”. MC is stunned for a moment, and looking dazed, goes “well then I guess I’m staying.”AHHHHHHHHH. She can prob be a general under Cass.

OK SO I DO HAVE AN IDEA FOR MORE WITH OUR ANGEL AND DEVIL. Where they discover the mating bond, there’s a big threat on Cretea, MC is a bad b***h as always, and protective Azriel makes several appearences.

Y’all can make up some situations after this as well, or if you want, which I don’t know why you would, my disorganized mess of a brain can write more about the thing above.

OMG THIS WAS WAY TOO LONG. Plz tell me if u guys liked this, or are actually gonna write this crap. And let me know is you have questions! Have a nice day lovelies!

[minkmousesworld]

Hiii🥰🥰do you have any dom!reader recommendations for any demon slayer fics?? I keep reading yours and honestly I started and finished the anime because ur fics were just so good plz smskskskks🥰🥰 but there’s not much kny characters x dom!reader anywhere😩😩

You really got me thinking, precious...

warnings: mention of sub! Reader, mention of dark content

p/s: if anyone knows writers with dom! reader in the Kimetsu no Yaiba / Demon Slayer, feel free to let me know! ♡

UPD: added a new writer!

Seriously, I only know one writer, but they are multifandom (for girls and for boys / gn). I also know a few switch writers, but they often have a sub Reader & I've actually only read their work a couple of times, since it's not exactly a style I like... but I can give names!

Sometimes I travel to AO3, but there I found a fanfiction with Zenitsu & strong Reader, but it is in Russian (if there are those who understand Russian, then here it is; female Reader, fluff, Zenitsu)

Also, I know one fanfiction, but it rather has elements of reader dominance (although the reader dominates at the beginning, at the end the reader becomes a sub; female Reader, smut, Tanjirou).

And, of course, the work is a collection with Muzan, but there is also a sub Reader. Fortunately, the writer has marked where the Reader is a sub (female Reader; smut; Muzan).

... also, I have a small recommendation for people who are ok with OC and kinda dark (?) content;;; Tanjirou Kamado x demon! male! OC, smut.

The Kimetsu no Yaiba fandom, while not very big, is also not too rich in dom Readers, and that's sad

Writers:

@phantasmiafxndom: multi-fandom (including Kimetsu no Yaiba), only dom! Reader, rules.

[youngbloodlisk]

Two Dresses // Ten

- Ten in a maid outfit

- female reader, also in a dress (hence the name)

- dom/sub themes

- a bit of sub ten but more dom ten

- oral, male rec

- mirror sex

- some hair pulling

- pull-out method (be smarter than a fanfiction and practice safe sex plz)

- some aftercare

@kxnkxmoon 😚

"Hey... is it too late to maybe... change our group costume plan?"

"Nooooo..." Sarcasm laces my roommate's voice "No, Halloween is just two days away and all of us have our costumes already except who? You."

"I'm sorry! It's surprisingly hard to find a maid costume. With maid costumes being trendy all of a sudden, they're sold out everywhere."

"Check a resale sight. Surely someone is trying to get rid of one... Oh, and filter by local pickup! You don't have time for shipping anymore."

"Fine..."

After a few hours of on-and-off searching through different sites, it's a page reload around 5pm that I finally find a listing.

Posted one hour ago, cheap, pickup in my area... but horrible photos. Bad angles, bad lighting, you can barely tell what the damn thing is. No description either. If the title didn't say "Maid Costume with Garters and Collar (Good Condition)", I wouldn't know that it was exactly what I was looking for.

But, that being said... it is exactly what I'm looking for... and it's here and available.

I message the seller to ease my nerves about the product before buying it.

"hey, do you have any other photos of the maid outfit?"

It's around thirty minutes later before I get a response from Mr. 1_0LeeCha.

"i can take some but i won't be home until tomorrow. work until late and im staying at a friend's house tonight to help him with something. i have a few from when i wore it at a work Halloween party last year that i can send in the meantime?"

"that would be awesome, thanks"

"sure one sec"

I wait a few minutes as the three typing dots remain on the screen, telling me that he's scrolling through his photos to send one.

My phone vibrates and I look back at my screen to see... something I did not expect to see.

A slender, fit body in a loose maid dress. The boy is on his knees in front of a mirror with his legs spread apart. The dress is pulled up to fully reveal the black lace garters on his thighs. The hand that isn't holding a phone is holding his dick through the fabric of the dress skirt. His face isn't visible in the photo, but his neck is stretched to the left to show off the black choker.

"OH NO no no no no no i'm so sorry i did not mean to send that one"

"lol it's okay, mistakes happen. to be fair it's still a pretty good photo of the dress. btw is that a wayv album behind you?? signed?? my roommate is a fan lol how did you get that?"

"it's a long story. im kinda close with Ten."

"my roommate says that's cool lol"

"haha yeah i guess. do you want the costume or do you still need more pics of it?"

"are the other pics gonna look like that one?"

"no!! fuck no i swear i wouldn't do that to you on purpose lol. btw i deep cleaned it after i took those photos dw"

"lol no worries i was just playing. i'll take it. pickup and pay in cash tomorrow?"

He agrees and sends me the address, telling me that any time works for him as it's his day off.

I get off work around 5pm the next day and set off straight from the diner towards his address, having no need to go home first.

It's a chilly, but thankfully short, walk in my classic blue waitress uniform.

I check the address about five times before I knock on the door, to make sure I don't show up at the wrong person's door asking for a maid costume...

That would be less than ideal.

I hear someone say, "No, no! I've got it! It's for me!" behind the door before it swings open.

"Hi! Maid costume?" The slender boy, with a body I recognize a bit too well now, cocks an eyebrow.

"That's me."

"You must be freezing out here. Come on in, it's up in my room. You can just follow me."

I nod and comply, following him inside. He closes the door and leads me down the hall to the correct room.

I recognize the dresser and window from the photo, as well as the angle of the mirror leaning against the wall by his door.

He notices the way I lightly chuckle upon recognizing the scene.

"Uh- yeah..." He laughs nervously, picking up the bag with the costume in it. "That's... embarrassing..."

"Why were you taking them anyway? Personal enjoyment?"

"Uh... long story... Listen, I'm really sorry about that-"

"I'm not."

His breath hitches and he hesitates to respond, seemingly wondering if I really just said what he thinks he heard.

"H-Huh?"

"I'm not sorry you sent it. It was pretty... and pretty hot." I take the bag out of his hand.

"Oh, really?" His head cocks to the side, his confidence returning.

Suddenly, it feels as if you could cut the sexual tension with a knife.

"Really. I wouldn't have minded if you HAD sent more, in fact."

"Oh? You liked it? You liked seeing me in that costume?" He boldly locks his hands behind my neck.

"I did..." I take the dress out of the bag, dropping the bag to the floor. I straighten the dress and hold it up to his body. "Do you wanna wear it one last time before saying goodbye to it? For me?"

He leans in, only an inch away from my face.

"You're still gonna buy it when we're done with whatever we're about to do, right?"

"Does it really matter?" I meet his lips for a moment.

When I pull away, he takes the dress out of my hands. He reaches down to pick up the bag which still holds the garters and choker, presses a finger to his lips playfully, and disappears into the connected bathroom.

I look around the room while I wait.

This guy has a lot more WayV albums, as well as NCT albums, all of which I recognize from my roommate's shelf.

He has a lot of books that look worn. No telling if he reads a lot or if he just bought them used...

I spot a framed photo on one of the dressers. It looks to be him and his friends (all male) in princess/similar costumes. All of them are smiling or making a funny face.

The guy I recognize looks to be in an Alice in Wonderland costume, which makes me wonder where that costume could be.

The bathroom door opens, calling my attention and making me turn around.

There he is, in that maid dress, leaning against the doorframe. He tosses the clothes he was previously wearing into the corner of the room.

I can't help but notice the orange and gray striped underwear in the pile of clothes.

"You look even prettier in person, especially now that I can see your face. I didn't expect a boy so pretty."

"Well I didn't expect you to be so pretty either... much less wearing a 50's diner waitress outfit. That's for work, right? Or did you get all dressed up to come see me?" He playfully saunters over to me and places his hands behind my neck again, in the same way they were before he changed clothes.

"Cute. And what do you do for a living?"

"Long story." He begins to close the gap between us again.

"You seem to be full of those."

"Maybe I'll explain them all next time."

"Are you implying you already want there to be a next time? We haven't even done anything yet, tiger. Are you really that needy?"

"Are you gonna keep running your mouth or are you gonna kiss me?"

Instead of responding either way, I grab his waist and turn us both around. I push him gently, but hard enough to make him fall back onto his bed.

I quickly crawl on top of him, hungrily attaching my lips to his and straddling him.

His hands run up my thighs and under my dress, resting on my hips.

Things escalate quickly as he presses his hips up, the maid skirt falling to expose his hardening cock, and he grinds against my underwear.

"So desperate, aren't you?" I quickly comment before returning to his lips.

He hums as an agreeing response.

I grind down onto him to create more friction which causes him to moan into my mouth.

I move from his lips to his jaw and slowly down his neck to his collarbone, all while still grinding roughly against his hard dick.

Soft moans leave the boy and his breathing gets progressively faster.

His shaking hand starts tugging my underwear down, and I stop and sit up to take them off for him.

Once the blue underwear are tossed into the corner with his clothes, I resume my previous action of grinding into him. This time, however, his cock is running through my folds, making me moan.

"Oh, it feels so... so good..." He chokes out, breathlessly, grabbing onto the sheets with both hands. "Please..."

He begins to rapidly buck his hips up, matching my grinding perfectly, until his body begins to shudder and his movements become jerky.

"I'm c-cl- I'm gonna-"

"Cum for me, sweetheart." I brush his hair out of his eyes, which gloss over as a sticky substance covers our respective dresses.

He catches his breath for a moment, but his energy returns fairly quickly. Good stamina, I assume.

I slow my movement on him, but continue to seek the friction his shaft was giving me, until he firmly grasps my hips and holds me still.

I can usually keep my cool, but this action definitely shocks me... especially when I look into his dark eyes.

"And w-what do you think you're doing?"

"I sub for my own benefit, not yours."

"That's actually not very subby of you."

"Your voice is shaking. That's actually not very dominant of you... but it makes sense. Did you think telling me to put on a maid costume meant you were gonna take full control?" He scoffs, swiftly flipping us over and pinning me under him. His bare knee slides between my thighs, pushing against my wet pussy, and he holds my wrists against the mattress on either side of my head. He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispers... "You're dreaming, honey."

His knee slowly rubs against me and I can feel the garter which is falling down his leg.

The lace brushes my clit as he moves, sending a shiver down my back.

He doesn't let me enjoy it for very long, however.

He gets off of me and stands up, telling me to get up as well.

I stand slightly confused, and extremely sexually frustrated, next to the bed as I watch him pull his white desk into the center of the room.

He pulls off the falling garter, and starts to take off the other one until I quickly tell him to stop.

I bend down on my knees in front of him and carefully take the lace between my teeth.

Looking up at him, he's practically drooling watching me slowly drag the garter down his leg with my teeth.

Once it reaches his ankle, I let go and he kicks it off to the side.

Before he can even speak, I lift up his dress and wrap my lips around his tip. His knees buckle for a moment at the sudden sensation.

He leans back, grabbing onto the edge of the desk behind him for support.

I take as much of him in my mouth as I can, almost on the verge of gagging, and try to handle the last part with my hand.

I can tell he's trying to resist the urge to grab me and fuck my mouth, so I try to make it worth it with the way I suck and lick and stroke him.

When I look up at him with innocent eyes, he shudders and pulls me off of him, also pulling me to my feet in the process.

"If you keep that up, I'll cum again... and I'm not cumming again unless it's because of your wet little pussy. So, bend over the desk."

As I follow his instruction, I realize what he did.

He placed the desk in front of the mirror. The same mirror from the photo which started all of this.

He positions himself behind me, flipping my skirt up and running a slender finger over my pussy.

"So wet..." He sticks that finger in his mouth and licks it clean. "And so delicious too."

He runs his finger through my folds a few more times and sucks them clean as he lines up and pushes into me.

The stretch burns in the best way possible.

I grip the edge of the table as he starts to rock his hips.

My back arches and my eyes shut tightly, but he tells to look in the mirror.

The way the mirror is angled, I'm able to see under the table and watch him fuck me. I watch him disappear inside of me and come back out, which only makes me realize more just how big he is and how deep he's reaching.

He places one hand on my hip and the other on my shoulder before he picks up his pace and starts to fuck me harder and faster.

I can't hold back my moans, feeling him so deep and watching it all happen in that mirror.

I notice his cocky smile.

He removes his hand from my shoulder and reaches down to rub my clit, causing my legs to start shaking. My orgasm starts to approach.

"Look at you..." He smirks at me, locking eyes with me in the mirror. "So pretty and getting ruined by a boy in a maid dress. I'm sure you expected this to go differently, didn't you?"

I let out a loud guttural moan and avert my eyes to the desk right under me, my head facing down.

"Baby, I can feel you clenching. Are you getting close?"

I shakily nod my head and feel his hand leave my clit for a moment as he takes a hold of hair at the root and pulls my head up to look at the mirror again.

"Watch it. Watch yourself cum all over my pretty cock."

He lets go of my hair, clearly expecting me to remain looking in the mirror, and he starts playing with my clit again.

My toes curl and I have a hard time keeping my head up as my orgasm finally rushes through my body. I clench around his dick and he helps me ride out my high before pulling out and jerking himself until he cums on the back of my uniform.

I feel almost limp as I lay across the table. My eyes are heavy, so I simply close them. I can't see anything that happens, but I can hear and feel that he goes to the bathroom and brings back a towel to wipe the cum off my clothes.

"Can you stand?" He asks gently.

I can, and better with someone to lean on, but my legs are a little shaky.

He uses the dampened part of the towel he got to wipe at the cum on the front of my clothes, before carefully having me sit on the edge of the bed.

He helps me pull the dress off of my sweaty body, tossing it to the pile of clothes.

"Wait here." He instructs, going into his closet.

He comes back with some comfortable looking sweats and hands them to me to wear.

I slowly dress myself and watch as he quickly changes his own clothes and then takes all the soiled clothes in his arms and leaves the room.

When he returns, the clothes in his hands have been replaced with a few bottles of water.

"Here, hydrate." He smiles, handing me one of the bottles. "I tossed the clothes in the wash. I hope you can stay for a bit, but if you can't then I can come bring you your clothes once they're dry-"

I don't miss the shining glint in his eye when I cut him off with:

"No, it's okay. I can stay for a while."

We both chug a couple bottles of water each before cuddling up in his bed to talk... which quickly turns into napping.

I wake up to a darker window than when I fell asleep, and I carefully pull myself away from the man to check the clock on the nightstand.

9:00PM.

I've been here for almost four hours, and asleep for almost three of them.

Quickly, a lot of thoughts come to mind.

One of us needs to put our clothes in the dryer.

I need to go home, I can't stay the night here.

Should I wake him?

As I watch his sleeping face, calmly breathing and mouth slightly open, I can't help but smile at how adorable he looks.

Before we cuddled up together, I placed my phone on the nightstand. I slowly and quietly pick it up, opening the camera and snapping a little photo of him.

I'll ask him when he wakes up if it's okay for me to keep it.

I brush a tuft of hair out of his face, which makes me remember when I did that same thing a few hours ago.

I feel my face heat up as I think back to what we did...

Around a half hour later, he's rudely woken up by his phone ringing.

Sleepily, he answers the call from a phone contact named "YangX2".

"What do you want?... Well, now I am... I don't know, uh-" He turns to me. "Are you planning to stay over?"

I shake my head, trying to be as polite as I can.

"She isn't... Yeah, I know... Obviously... Oh, thanks dude... Hey, that's mine!... I don't care that you found it, it was in my pants... Fine, if you've already spent it then-... Whatever... Yeah, thanks... Bye."

He hangs up and looks at me again.

"Good news and bad news. Good news, YangYang put the clothes in the dryer for us when the washing finished, so they're dry now. Bad news, he found money in my pants and bought him and Xiaojun some snacks at the convenience store."

I laugh with him about his stolen cash, which evolves into an awkward silence.

"Well, um... I should get going. My roommate hates being alone in our apartment at night."

"Oh! Yeah, yeah, sure. I'll go get all your clothes for you." He gets up out of the bed and rubs his eyes as he leaves the room.

I make sure I have my phone and my bag, as well as everything that's supposed to be in the bag, while I wait.

Far too soon, he's hugging me goodbye next to the taxi he called for me.

My load is lighter by a couple monetary bills and heavier by a (clean) maid costume.

"Oh! I almost forgot..." I take out my phone and pull up the photo I took of him sleeping. "You just looked so peaceful and cute... is that okay?"

A smile lights up his face, as if somebody taking a photo of him asleep is the cutest thing anyone's ever done in his eyes.

"Yeah, absolutely."

"Good. I'll... I'll see you around..." I trail off, realizing he never even told me his name.

"Yeah, I'll see you around..." He also trails off, probably realizing that I never gave him my name either.

We share a look, however.

A look that says that some things are better left a mystery.

I get in the cab and close the door, giving the driver the address of an apartment building just a couple blocks from where I actually live.

The moment I open the door to my apartment, I'm attacked.

"Where did you go? What happened? Are you okay? I thought you just had work until 5 and then picking up the costume. So, why didn't you get home until 10pm?!"

I explain everything.

Well, not everything of course... but the general things.

"Oh my goodness... was he cute? You said he stans NCT, of course he's cute. Do you have a photo of him?"

"Yeah, actually..." I pull up the adorable sleeping boy on my phone and show her.

Her eyes about pop out.

"TEN?!"

"Huh?"

"That's Ten! That's a member of WayV!"

"Wait- what?"

I suddenly remember what he said when I asked about the signed album in the photo.

"Kinda close with Ten" my ass...

[bangtanlalaland]

a dose of relief | ksj (m.)

synopsis ⇣ the CDC’s hottest scientist so happens to be your lab partner. how much longer will it take until he has you begging for him?

— health scientist!au

⇢pairing: CDC health scientist!kim seokjin x female reader

⇢genre: crack, pwp, smut

⇢word count: 5.7k

⇢contents ⨯ warnings: so sorry for this filthy porn with no plot, I’m also horrible @ science (even though it’s one of my fave subjects in school) so plz forgive me if I said something wrong or certain facts are incorrect, I tried to not use so many details/specifics on the science ooey gooey stuff in case that could trigger anything amongst readers, srsly tho somebody call the fanfic writing police, omg, there’s so much tension lolol, Jin is a dom in this OMFG, masturbation, mentions of an outbreak (oops sorry), lab sex (yes, I really went there plz don’t judge me [I know I’m a dirty hoe]), semi-public sex? (not really, but almost) use of sex toys, hair pulling, spitting, face/ass/pussy slapping & licking (oop), unprotected sex (lolol the irony; STAY SAFE!), orgasms (duh), creampie, degradation, so much name calling (holy fuck), JIN HAS A BIG DICK OK (BECAUSE WE LOVE BIG DICKS RIGHT?!)

a/n: honestly I find it so hard to write for Jin & IDK WHYYY. so I couldn’t pass up this opportunity to let the light shine on him for this one. besides, Jin would make the PERFECT hOTTesT SCIENTIST. because WHY NOT?!?! oh & let this fic just be a reminder for those of you out there (you know who I’m talking about): WEAR A GODDAMN MASK.

Seokjin Kim.

The name of the most handsome man in the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, and yet you cannot spend a minute around him without perspiring. Because, well, you’re convinced he just has that affect on everyone. When in reality, it’s really only you. You sweat bullets being around him.

And he knows this. Which is why he’s near you again, looking just as sexy as he did the day before, attired in his white, lab coat — his blonde tresses clouding your vision as he wanders through the lab. You internally curse the universe for having made you both cross paths. You’d often speculate why he’s working here as a scientist. Shouldn’t he be somewhere on the front cover of like GQ Magazine or something? But no, for whatever reason, in this fucked up world we live in, he’s currently in the lab with you, performing test results, by using various liquid solutions.

“Ah, I can’t wait to finally clock out tonight.” Seokjin states while flicking a test tube that remains between his glove-covered fingers, gently placing the blood sample along with other tubes in the tray to be put away in the cooler.

“Hot date I’m assuming?” You question with a secret hint of jealousy oozing from your words — observing a sample through the microscope, turning the knobs to adjust the coarse and fine focus.

Jin beams at your assumption, shaking his head, “Ah. Nice one. But no.”

Your gaze flies up to his towering figure, raising your eyebrows, “So what is it?” You try not to get too lost into staring at his plump, pink lips. He almost catches you eyeing him and you instantly look away, darting your vision back into the microscope.

“I have the whole weekend off,” He coos with a giddy expression, and you internally scoff. That fucker.

You shake your head, “Sounds great!” No, it doesn’t sound great. Because he’s probably happy that he gets to be off so he can be with someone- Wait, no. He’s clearly not going on a date. Duh, he just told you that. Okay, now you’re really just fishing for something, but you’re also jealous of him that he’s off the entire weekend. These past few months have been hell, courtesy of a recent outbreak — every official, scientist, representative and whomever in the CDC is currently working day and night, non-stop to formulate a vaccine. Therefore you shuck away your feels, because you know Jin has more seniority than you within the company. You’d only just been transferred to his department right before the outbreak had occurred.

“Some well needed rest, huh?” You question, an attempt to keep the conversation going while also being the nosey old woman you are deep down inside. “You need it,” You unconsciously continue, somewhat too occupied in ensuring the proper amount of the sodium hypochlorite solution drops are added, squeezing the pipette carefully.

Jin nods his head in agreement, “Oh yeah,” he sighs, “Could definitely use what I call the Four S’s.” Your eyebrows furrow, more-so at concentrating on your accuracy.

But you hear him, and once the final drop of solution has been added, you pull away from the microscope, discarding the pipette in the proper disposal bin. “Four S’s?” You ask, with a tilt of your head.

“Mmhmm,” Jin seats himself on the stool in front of you, placing his hand under his chin. “Soup, soju, sex, and sleep.”

You nearly topple over when trying to seat yourself, and he doesn’t miss your clumsiness either. He thought it was cute how flustered you suddenly became, and he knew why you had. The word sex having stood out amongst the others he’d mentioned. You’re smoking under his gaze, a sudden wave of heat flashing over you within the blink of an eye. Ugh, how you hate the way he does this to you. Whatever this is. With a flicker of his eyebrows, a coy grin creeps upon his face. And you nervously swallow a gulp, easing the parched feeling in the back of your throat.

Awkwardly, you clear your throat, “Sounds like one hell of a weekend.” He continues his smirk at you, and at this point you grow slightly annoyed. Oh, his stupid hot face. Why does he keep staring like that?

“What?” You deadpan.

With a suck of his teeth, he pushes himself off the stool and stands up on his two feet, “Don’t miss me too much while I’m gone,” he coos with a wink. Yes, the fucker actually winked! You had to double check within your mind that you’re fully conscious because you couldn’t believe he did that. Jin doesn’t flirt with you, like ever. And you know that even he knows this, that grin still plastered upon his face. How the hell does he do it? Do this to you?

The sound of the door clicking signals his departure, to what you only assumed he was going on his lunch break. But the real question is, does he know? He must know that you are attracted to him, otherwise he wouldn’t have insinuated you’d “miss” him. Fuck. You’re screwed and you know it. Unfortunately not in the way you’d like to be screwed.

—

The weekend didn’t fly by like a breeze as it normally would, but instead dragged. You thought at one point the time may have just frozen, but subconsciously you knew that wasn’t even remotely possible. Although, you’re convinced that the reason for it all is because Seokjin wasn’t there. Normally, you’d both share the same shifts on weekends and everything felt in tune. You’d complete tests, run samples, and literally anything else under the sun together. But the time felt different when with him, and you’re beyond relieved to find that the end of your shift approaches. You both say your farewells and do it all over again the next day. It became a routine, really, one that you’d grown accustomed to.

However, since his weekend off, you felt something change, and you didn’t like it. You noticed since the start of your shifts, he permeated an odd vibe. Jin wasn’t making eye contact with you, and hell he didn’t greet you when he clocked in. Even when you’d discussed to your boss that after copious amounts of research and tests, the sodium hypochlorite solution kills various diseases and viruses, including HIV/AIDS, although said concoction is overly toxic for ingestion.

Seokjin never spoke or added anything from his research to back up your claim, which was completely degrading to you, because well… teamwork — he made you feel as though the countless amount of hours you’d both spent in the lab together was a waste. So yes, it was strange. He was acting strange, and you didn’t know whether to be gloomy or pissed about it all. After the meeting with the board, discussing the current problems with hygiene and public health, you returned to your station with Jin. You decide to test the waters and break the awkward silence since he wouldn’t.

You clear your throat in an attempt to draw his attention, but fail, his back still turned to you, “How was your weekend?”

He continues his work, not even flinching when you’d suddenly spoke. He replies so fast you were convinced he just knew exactly what you were going to say and simply waited for you to do so.

“Great,” he retorts with a nonchalant tone. You hear a few snap-like sounds and immediately note that he’s placing his gloves on. He brushes past you and into the cooler, removing a tray of blood samples to set them down onto the counter. You bite back a remark and instead try again.

“Had any good soup?” You internally cringe at yourself for saying something so stupid, but you can’t help but be the curious cat you are. Then his silence doesn’t make it any better. Here you are again, “Or at least some proper rest?”

His eyes finally meet yours, and you can’t quite read his pokerface. “I did,” He adds with still the most blank expression you’d known him to make. His gaze drops back toward the test tubes he’s busied himself with.

You continue to probe him, even though your insides scream otherwise, “Couldn’t have forgotten about the soju too, right?” You question, a tone laced with curiosity. He makes a simple “mmhmm” sound, clearly understanding where you’re going with this. A brief moment of silence subsides between the both of you, and for a moment you appreciated it but another side of you just had to know. Your essence ached for an answer, even though if said answer wasn’t one you’d want to hear, you still had to know. And you swear the phrase, “Curiosity kills the cat” could explain this moment in time.

“W-what about….” You trail off, in hopes he’d catch on. His eyes meet yours, and you can’t help but want to shribble up under his stare — whilst his defined lids peer into you, as if cascading into your soul.

“What about what?” Jin knows the next question you want to ask, and part of him wishes you’ll just ask already. He needs your inquiry of his sexcapades, because truth be told, he has none; and he’s on the brink of bending you over on this counter and fucking you senselessly — a burning ache, desperate to release his pent up frustration, mixed with the daily stresses that come along with work. His eyes linger onto your facial features, searching for a warning that you’d finally cave in, that by some miracle you’d admit you want him in just as a lustful manner as he wants you. Needs you. His weekend having been a long, cold, and lonely one. He’d desperately yearned for a woman’s touch, a dry spell long overdue.

He notes how your lips part and eyes widen, as if you’re stuck like a deer in headlights and don’t know how to simply let the words flow from your tongue. His pink, plush lips catch your attention, his bottom lip protruding in a manner that’s tempting for you to simply lick the flesh — the need to graze your teeth along the tissue clouding your mind. You suck in a quiet gasp, but audible enough for Jin to hear you. The sudden twitch of his member down below, the visual of having you whimper underneath him having flashed through his imagination. You instinctively obscure any second thoughts of your actions, because if he didn’t want you to know then why would he have mentioned the “Four S’s?” It’s like he’s calling your name, indirectly. Seokjin knows how curious you’ve always been, and it’d be silly to not know such a fact. After all, you’re a scientist that works for the CDC.

The more dense part of you spills, “Well, you know-” His eyebrow quirks up at you, as if not falling for your little trap. No, he wants to hear you say it, he wants those words coming out of you and streaming to his eardrums.

That familiar hum he has a habit of making slips from him, “Hm- No, I don’t.

He proceeds to his previous endeavors, scouring through the cabinets for some tools. You stand there dumbfoundedly, and cursing your own self for not having the courage to just speak your mind. Seokjin marvels at your conflicted expression, thanking his own self for not giving in so easily — because he wants to confirm his assumptions and needs you to make that move. He definitely didn’t want to be the first to impose, just in case you were to reject him and immediately perform some type of backlash technique. The last thing he needed was to lose his job and/or face a lawsuit for harassment. He ignores your stiff figure and gracefully mixes various liquids into a beaker. Your fingers tap along the counter and mind races hundreds of miles per hour. Just do it.

“Sex,” You whisper. His stirring stops suddenly and eyes move to yours with a slight tilt of his head. “Did you… Have sex?” You add, voice barely above a whisper. Jin sighs in relief, as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders — the air now somewhat less stuffy, and he chooses to stifle back a moan of satisfaction at your question. And within an instant, he scoffs, sending a rush of discouragement over your being.

He shakes his head while a sly grin paints upon his face, “Wouldn’t you like to know, hm?” You roll your eyes at him, can’t even believe the audacity. Of course, you should have known he’d be comical about it. Because that’s what Jin does, which makes you question how he’d even passed the entire hiring process to be promised and given this position.

With a slight pull of your strands out of frustration, you retort, “What the hell, Jin? You were the first one to mention “the Four S’s” You make sure to exaggerate air quotation marks on the phrase.

“And now you’re acting like you can’t even say if you’ve gotten some over the weekend. What am I not allowed to ask you questions anymore?!” Seokjin stares at you with wide eyes, immediately making you feel guilty for your sudden outburst. But what was he to expect? How could he not think you’d be curious of how his weekend ended after revealing to you his much needed desires. You palm your face in embarrassment, not wanting to meet his gaze any longer. And that’s when he removes his gloves, discarding them in the designated bin, and the feel of his palms encase around yours, pulling you from your hidden position to reveal your face that’s now strained with a painful look.

“If it makes you feel any better… I haven’t had sex.” His sweet voice oozes of comfort, granting a sense of calmness to reside within you.

“It’s been so long, and I am actually going to lose my mind if I don’t soon enough.” His confession causes you to gasp lowly, and he notices this. You hadn’t realized he was still holding your hands, his fingers long and cold, rubbing light circles within your palms. You know that he’s telling the truth; his eyes screaming for attention. Jin is desperate, and you sense that, which would explain why he’d been so tense ever since showing up to work today. You take this chance to take in every feature he has to offer. His broad shoulders aiding to tower his figure above yours just as he constrains his neck slightly to glare into your eyes. Your mouth flies agape just by an inch, and you hadn’t realized how close Jin was to you. You could feel the warmth of his breathing from his nostrils hitting you like the heat boiling down below.

You had a dire need to just smash your lips with his to finally know what the pillow-y tissue feels like between your own. His deep, chocolate irises reeling you in and suddenly your hand clenches tight underneath his touch. He notices and releases his grip from you, not realizing he’d been holding you this entire time.

And then you break the ice suddenly, “I think you should get that taken cared of soon.” Jin watches your form whilst you depart yourself from the room. Entering the main hall, you hadn’t processed how warm the atmosphere in the lab had been — a thin sheen of sweat coating your face and neck, courtesy of Seokjin Kim.

—

And then things got weirder.

There was this unspeakable tension between the two of you. You hardly made much eye contact with him at work now. You trained yourself (somewhat) to not ask so many questions during your shifts together, and if Jin noticed this then he definitely didn’t show or tell that he did. You’d find yourself going home at the end of the day and pulling out your favorite vibrator just to orgasm at the thought of Seokjin and his rosy, juicy lips, slender fingers that you know could reach the highest of places; those silky, light, blonde strands that long for you to tug on them as he buries himself in between your legs. However, Jin does the same, even on that weekend when he was off. He coated himself in lubricant and acquired his pocket pussy to stuff his thick length through the silicone material, imagining that it was your walls encasing around his cock instead.

Bucking his hips upwards, wanton moans spilled from him whilst he continued to ride out the waves of pleasure he’d endured just by dreaming of you. He continuously re-played the sight of your face over and over again in his mind, when you’d looked up at him that day in the lab — with glossy, bright eyes twinkling of curiosity. He wanted right then and there to shove himself down your throat and make you choke on his big dick. At the moment his groin tensed up and balls ached to release his load, he moaned your name repeatedly, as if he was summoning you into his bed. Streams of his cum erupted into the sleeve, soaking his length with the creamy substance just as he huffed for air, an attempt to gain back his normal breathing pattern.

And then the next day…

He did it again.

But this time it was different. He opted for his palm instead and your voice. He scrambled through anything in his phone that could get him off, more like anything of you in his phone. Until it dawned on him. You’d left him a voicemail back when you first got hired, introducing yourself to him and asking him to give you a call back to discuss work-related matters.

Bingo.

Your voice sent tingles down his spine as it resonated through the speakers of his iPhone. Jin quietly hummed at your words, as if he was agreeing to what you were saying — even though it had nothing to do with sex or pleasing him in any matter.

“Wish you were here,” He slips with his eyes shut, whilst his palm eagerly strokes his stiff cock, fingers gently brushing along the vein on his shaft.

“Need you so bad. Want to make you scream my name.” He replays it again with a hiss through his teeth. Drips of precum seep from the head of his cock; he lightly grazes the flesh with his long fingers, stimulating the sensitive area. The squelching noises from his slick length can be heard throughout his apartment as he pumps himself vigorously.

Another uncontrollable hum spills from Jin when he replays the recording again, picturing you on your knees blowing him off until you lose your breath.

“Hi Mr. Kim!”

How much he loves when you call him that. He’d almost forgotten when you used to address him that way, until he insisted that you didn’t have to and to simply refer to him as Jin.

“Mmm, love it when you used to call me that,” Jin whispers softly.

His hips move on their own, bucking up into his hand. His thighs clenching as he continues to fuck himself through his palm, and with furrowed brows he claws the sheets of his bed at the sound of your voice.

“This is ____, I was just transferred to your department and was told to follow up with you for any questions I may have.”

Jin’s hums now turned into moans, “Oh, fuck. Want to make you cum on Mr. Kim’s cock.”

“Anyways, if you could please give me a call back then I would really appreciate it. I look forward to meeting you!”

Jin’s toes curl at the last statement, his lips part instinctively and thighs stiffen themselves. His impending orgasm approaches as he cries out in pure bliss, “Oh, yeah! F-fuck!”

His chest rises and falls when streams of cum project onto his abs, some coating his fingers — while he softly pumps himself to rid of the remaining secretions. His loose strands stick to his forehead, thanks to the built up perspiration due to the raise in his body temperature. Jin lies there with a shaky breath and trembling thighs paired with thoughts of you. How much he wished his cum hadn’t gone to waste, how he wished he could cum so much inside of you that you gush pools of his jizz when he removes himself out of you. And lastly, how he’s nearly on the brink of risking it all just to be inside you.

—

One morning you break through the doors of the lab you share with Jin, to find him peering through a microscope. You can’t take it anymore; it’s been too long since the day you’d met him that you wanted to literally devour him whole. The need to hold your composure now thrown out the window completely. You snatch your badge off of you followed by your coat and slam your hand onto the counter, startling him from his work.

“I need you to fuck me until my brain is dead and I forget who I am and that we are in the middle of a pandemic.”

Seokjin’s mouth and eyes fly as wide as they can go. Without hesitation, he perks up from the stool and nearly tumbles over to tear his gloves off, remove his glasses, coat, and protective mask. He hurriedly washes his hands in the nearby sink, his eyes still traced on your uptight form. With lips still parted, he makes his way back to you and grips your sides, caressing you as if he’s admiring this moment of you standing here in front of him, begging for only him. He can’t process what’s actually happening and so he opts to do so later, and instead just appreciate this moment  — a dream that finally came true. Unexpectedly, he lunges you against the counter, causing your back to hit the handles of the drawers.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that?” He admits with a tone that’s mixed with lust.

Jin’s warm breath breezes past your face, sending a wave of chills down your spine. He cups your cheeks, and captures you in a heated kiss. His plump lips smooth out your own, a faint hint of coffee left on his tastebuds that signals you he more than likely had a cup of Joe this morning — your kisses filled with a fiery passion you didn’t know would finally come to light. His hands fall down to grip your waist in a feverish manner. Your fingers laced into his hair, an action you’d wanted to perform for what seems like forever now. His strands feel like satin under your fingertips.

His hands trail down to your ass cheeks, gripping the cushions with a hungry force. A rush of wetness seeps into your panties, and you silently convince yourself that you’d never been more horny until now. With teeth and tongues clashing, hands roaming along each others bodies, you both lose yourselves within each others touch — drifting into the euphoria of finally being relieved of the backed up tension that accumulated over these lonesome months. This moment in time was everything Jin had wished for. He yearned to have you in this way, and he’d only accept it if you were comfortable with doing so. The pang in his groin area throbs due to his high libido. Those nights he’d spent jerking himself off to the thought of you were now just a memory. When the burning need to breathe approaches, you both pull away panting for air. Jin’s already full lips now swollen and wet, his gorgeous almond-shaped eyes staring down your form in awe.

Your palms rest on his wide shoulders, caressing them with desperation.

“Please, Jin.” You plead with a whine. Within a swift he turns you around and bends you over. Your grip lands on the counter, knocking down the numerous utensils he’d previously been using, an almost failed attempt at keeping your balance. Jin roughly pulls your garments down, showcasing your panties. He brushes his digits along your covered core that pulses, almost as if speaking to his fingers. He applies more pressure, earning a small whimper. His erection gradually growing itself behind his briefs. He uses his index finger to pull your lacy undergarment to the side, a final reveal of your juicy lips. Your core clenches in front of him, as if calling to welcome him within your walls.

And suddenly a harsh slap lands on your delicate womanhood. You nearly fall apart on the spot at the abrupt infliction.

“That’s Mr. Kim to you.” He slips harshly and yanks your panties down to your ankles, your feet having tossed them somewhere in the distance. You hear the unbuckling of his belt, and he swiftly drops his trousers on the ground along with his briefs pooling at his ankles. His erect cock springs up, teasing the cheeks of your ass. And before you could even turn your head to take in the view of him, Seokjin slaps your lips a few times, the tip of his cock grazing against your clit while doing so. He then shoves himself entirely into you within one go, not even thinking to spare you even just for a moment. You knew you didn’t have to actually see his dick to know how big it is because damn did he stretch you out like you’d never been stretched before. You relentlessly pulsate around him, soaking him in your juices.

The pads of your fingertips grip onto the edge of the countertop. “Oh fuck me, oh!”

“Wow, you’re so tight. Fuck.” Jin moans. You find your hair being pulled back; he whispers into your ear, “I’m going to fucking give it to you, you hear me?” His large palm lands a rough smack to your ass cheek.

“Yes! S-sir!” You cry out, and another slap reoccurs, a familiar tingly sensation shoots straight to your heat. You didn’t think Jin was this dominate, but you’re convinced after such a drastic period of time, it would only make sense that he’d release his tension as he pleases. He creates his own brutal pace — relentlessly pounding your pussy out with no mercy. Your body bounces forward from Jin’s ferocious strokes, and your scalp aches from his tug on your hair.

“So wet, so tight,” He whispers to himself, blowing yet another smack to your bottom, followed by a gentle rub, an attempt to ease the soreness. You’re sure he’d leave a mark on you. The sound of his balls clapping against your cheeks resonates through the lab, and you internally pray that no one walks in because how fucked you’d both be if that happens. But at the same time, you really could care less because you’re being fucked by the hottest man in the company and that’s what matters right now.

“Fuck me, Mr. Kim! Please don’t stop!” His tug on your hair gets tighter. His delicate strands flapping up and down in the process of him hammering into you, his Adam’s apple bobs as moans emit from him, and his cock drenches itself in your arousal. He cherishes the sight of his dick entering and exiting your kitty, only for him to thrust forward into you with a sharp jab. He treasures your soft whimpers and cries of his name.

Jin pulls himself out of you completely, and you whine at the sudden loss of contact.

“Turn around,” With shaky legs, you comply and Jin gestures you to sit down on the stool — wrapping his arms under your knees and pulling your legs apart as wide as they can go, your drenched cunt on full display for his horny being.

You can finally see him and nearly cum on the spot at the sight of his huge cock. It’s beautiful, he glimmers of your wet — his mushroom tip approximately the same shade of color as his lips. He gives your pussy a few taps, mimicking a “knocking on the door” motion. The tip of his member prods your entrance, your fingers grip his forearms in hopes to not crumble from his ministrations, your legs eagerly wrapping themselves around his small waist. Once Jin’s length pushes past your folds, your walls immediately welcome him inside.

A fervor moan spills from you, and this time he doesn’t let up on your tender core, continuing where he left off with his rigid pace. With one hand gripping your waist, he uses the other to grip your neck, “Look at you all needy and desperate,” He slaps your face teasingly, earning a yelp from you. “I knew you wanted me this whole time.”

Another slap with a bit more force. A soft gasp falls from your fucked out self.

“Wanted me to destroy your tight little pussy just like this?” He forces a deep thrust, followed by another and another and another, gaining a strained cry from you. Your walls contract around his hardened length, begging for his motions to never stop. He slaps you again, making sure to leave a mark behind on your cheek.

“Speak when you’re spoken to.” He uses this time to slap your clit harshly, unsatisfied with not receiving a response from you.

You whimper in reply, a sudden jerk of your thighs, “Y-yes, Mr. Kim!”

Jin slaps you again, “Who’s a cock-hungry little slut for Mr. Kim?” He continues to slap your face again, alternating between your left and right cheek.

And again.

His filthy words cause a tingly sensation straight to your core, “Me. I-I am a slut for you, Sir.”

And again.

That familiar hum rumbles from Jin’s chest, an approval laced in satisfaction, “Mmm, that’s right. You’ll walk around this facility with my cum buried deep inside you. Understand?” He punctuates his question with a thrust so deep, you swear you feel him in your tummy.

“Yes, Sir!” You cry out with trembling legs. He���s hitting your sweet spot so well, and with another slap to your face, your eyes prick with tears. Jin’s overpowering demeanor is nothing like you’d ever seen before.

“Play with your clit.” He demands, and you follow. Your fingers find the nub to gently rub along the sensitive nerves, causing your thighs to twitch within Jin’s hold.

“Harder,” he commands. You comply and add more pressure, a boiling heat rising in the pit of your tummy. You close your eyes and focus on the sounds of Jin’s panting and your thighs smacking against his. He lands another harsh slap to your face, and squeezes your cheeks together with one hand.

“Open your mouth.” You obey him and find yourself opening up as he requests. He drops a line of his warm saliva onto your tongue, and demands, “Swallow.”

Your clit throbs in pleasure and he notes you’ve stopped rubbing yourself. With a gulp, you ingest his spit with a whimper. Jin slaps your clit this time, your legs naturally jerking in response.

“Did I tell you to stop touching yourself?” He probes while halting his thrusts. You nod your head in a no gesture, “N-no Sir.”

He slaps your aching clitoris repeatedly, then pulls himself out of you. Your walls cry at the loss of his thick cock. He bends down to forcefully slap your pussy, running his fingers along your dripping heat and within moments he lewdly spits on your wet folds, his saliva now glistening your already soaked labia. His tongue darts out to slither along your lips and he places a wet kiss to your clit before pulling away.

“I’d love to keep eating you out, but I’ve been dying to get inside this pussy,” He sheathes his member back inside of you and buries himself to the hilt, pulling back out all the way and slamming back into you. He releases another trail of his spit onto his shaft, smothering himself more. He licks the pad of his thumb and rubs your clit relentlessly, while giving you short and fast strokes; and suddenly your toes curl themselves at the same time your eyebrows furrow.

Seokjin notices your contorted expression, and with a beaming grin, he coos, “That’s right. Cum for Mr. Kim like the good, little slut you are.”

“Cumming, Oh fuck!” Your body quivers within his hold while your orgasm overtakes you, even the stool you’re still seated on slightly skids across the floor beneath you. Jin helps to ride your orgasm out, applying just the right amount of pressure as you writhe underneath him. Your nails graze along his clothed biceps, his sleeves now scrunched and wrinkled, and you honestly have no shame — too lost in being drowned into your orgasm.

He groans at the feel of your cunt contracting around his cock, his thrusts now gaining a sloppy momentum. “Fuck, didn’t know you could get so tight.” His eyes fall down to his cock — the sight of your lady lips sucking him in entirely and contracting around his shaft tips him over the edge.

Seokjin gazes into your eyes with parted lips and lets out a shuddering moan dipped in ecstasy, his nails dig into the flesh of your waist as he rides out his high.

“Fuck,” he breathlessly says. A sudden warmth down below causes you to witness Jin’s cock pulsing as thick ropes of his cum surges into you, painting your walls and filling you up entirely of him. He joins you in watching himself gradually ease out of you. You clench your walls intentionally; Jin’s cum drains from your fucked out heat and drips onto the ground.

You both remain in silence, the sound of your breaths filling up the entire space. Before you could even process what just happened, or simply let out a syllable or two, the double doors of the lab burst open.

There stood a tall, slender man with glasses and a dark-chocolate, bowl cut. His deep, baritone voice sends a shuddering chill through you.

“Someone’s got a lot of explaining to do.”

“Ah, shit.” Jin whispers, with both hands on his hips and his soft length now flaccid. You cover your face in your palms, in full shame.

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Serendipity

Serendipity (noun):- Finding something good without looking for it.

Pairing:- Kuroo Tetsuro × Reader(Female)

Kuroo looked at the wall clock,2:15 PM it read,signaling his lunch time.  Every day his best friend Y/N would come over to eat lunch with him any minute now. Just then he heard his office doors opening, with a smiling Y/N coming his way. "Hey Tetsu,how has your day been so far?" she said,"much better since you're here,how bout you?" "Eh,the usual, boss man been keeping me on my toes ugh" " The offer to work with me still stands ya know " "Not that again Tetsu,we've been over this, I wanna do something all by myself without any help from anybody" she huffed " yeah yeah, your principles babe,I respect that. Tell me if he troubles you more tho,imma have a talk with him then " "Calm down Tetsu,if it ever does come down to that I'll tell ya don't worry" she smiled as they continued to eat their lunch in peace with small talks in between. They finished up their lunch and Kuroo got up to walk her out of the office like the gentleman he is. She reminded him about their movie marathon tomorrow and he promised her that he wouldn't miss it. She giggled happily and went to kiss his cheek but he suddenly turned his head as he heard someone saying his name and she accidentally kissed his lips. Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red as she quickly blubbered an apology and exited his office. 

Y/N became so awkward after that and started avoiding Kuroo,making excuses for not coming for lunch and running away as soon as she saw me. Kuroo just wanted to talk to her and have a Normal conversation about everything but she was nowhere to be found. He texted her on the day they planned their movie night and she said she was going out. Kuroo still didn't back down and went over to hers at around 8 PM,when he'd usually arrive for the movie night. He went and knocked on her door. After a few knocks,Y/N opened the door in her pajamas with her wallet in her hand,expecting to pay the pizza delivery guy but instead of him stood Kuroo on her doorway with a disappointed look on his face. "Kuroo,I..." " Save it Y/N, you've been avoiding me all this time,canceling our lunch over stupid excuses that don't even make sense,and you lied to me bout going out today when here you are at home?? Would you care to tell me the heck is going on?" "It's nothing kuroo,seriously, stop worrying " "like hell it's nothing Y/N,ever since we accidentally kissed you have been avoiding me like the plague, you know you can always trust me right? Please tell me what's going on sweetie plz " "YOU KUROO! EVER SINCE THAT DAY AT YOUR OFFICE, I CAN'T STOP THINKING BOUT YOU, I KEEP THINKING BOUT HOW SOFT YOUR LIPS FELT WHEN THEY TOUCHED MINE, I CAN'T GET YOU OUT OF MY MIND, AND YOU ARE MY BEST FRIEND KUROO, I CAN'T I-..." Kuroo hugged her and held her tight, "shush,it's okay baby,I'm here and I understand coz I've been feeling the same way too, I can't get you out of my head too, I think I know what's going on,let's say it together yeah?" "I think I like you Y/N ''I like you Kuroo'' they blurted together and looked at each other and started laughing "God,we are such idiots" she said "hey,I'm not the dumbass who wanted to run away from my feelings " he said" just drop it already you goof,also do you wanna have our movie night since you're here already? " "ohh, is this a date? Already? Damn baby, I didn't know you liked me this much! " " well it would be a date if you asked me to be your girlfriend,now wouldn't it? " " I see how it is Y/N, miss Y/N L/N would you like to be my girlfriend?" " YES TETSU YESS!! " she said as she hugged him as he kissed her on the forehead. They sat down on her sofa with some romantic comedies playing in the background between their cuddles and kisses.

Author's note:- This is my first haikyuu fic so please excuse me for my mistakes. Thank you so much @octo-cutie for the head-conan that inspired this idea and ofcourse @violentcloudchaser for proof reading this,you guys are the best! Stay safe,take care,stay hydrated, love you guys 💕💜

[phoenix-oasis]

Could you write some smutty story with Minhyuk of Monsta X as fem readers roommate? Like stupid habits around the house get under each other’s skin, so they’re kinda bickering with each other? Once they reach an understanding however, they see how compatible they are for each other, and the just fall into a habit of fooling around when things go right? Idk. Smutty, pouty, saccharin goodness plz?

Hey lovely!  Admin Oasis here!  I loved writing this, and it might have gotten a little more serious than I originally intended, but I hope you like it anyway!  Just a warning, there is mention of possible sexual assault.  It doesn’t happen, but just in case, if situations like that are bad for you, don’t read this.

Genre: roommate to lovers!, smut, fluff, college!

Pairing: Minhyuk x female Reader

Summary: Minhyuk is was looking for a roommate, and when he finds one, it’s not who he expected, and turns out everything she does annoys the hell out of him.  When she needs him one day, he sees her in a new light.  Maybe they can become friends, or more than friends by the end of the semester.

Warning: fluff, angst, mentions of attempted assault, and smut at the end.

Word Count: 3715

Masterlist

The Roommate

Minhyuk looked at you, as he debated whether or not to accept you as his roommate.  There were some causes for concern.  The first being that you were both in college, and both worked, and he was afraid that there was going to some conflicts on each other’s schedules.  The second, and probably the most pointed concern, you were a female, and he was a male, and there were no other roommates in the apartment.  

“I know what you’re thinking,” you said, holding your hands up.  “I promise I’m not a pain to live with.  The only reason I had to look for a new place was because I transferred and procrastinated on getting a new place.”

“Ok,” Minhyuk said, nodding. “I am just going to accept this explanation, because I really need to get somebody before the end of the month. Let me show you your room.”

You followed the very good-looking man through the living room.  There was a red couch, a matching chair, and coffee table with a glass top. There was a huge bookcase in the living room, filled with manga and graphic novels, which you furrowed your brow at.  The kitchen was small, a three burner stove, a rice cooker and a microwave, all in white. The cabinets in the kitchen were also white.  Three stools lined the counter on the living room side, which was the only eating surface in the small apartment.  A door adorned with a name plate reading “Minhyuk’s Domain.”  A door right next to his was your door.  

The room itself was very simple, not decorated at all.  There was a loft bed, with a desk under the bed.  There was a wardrobe and a window seat with a very nice view.  You smiled, and turned to look at Minhyuk.  You caught his eyes moving from your feet up to your eyes.  He returned your smile, and nodded.  

“I’ll leave you to it,” he said, grinning.  “Welcome to the apartment.”

Three months later and Minhyuk was regretting you as his roommate.  He was right about your conflicting schedules, as when you were up and about he was studying, or trying to sleep.  When you were sleeping, he was running around the apartment, or trying to study.  You and he worked at the same time, which meant that you and he were always getting home at the same time, and then it was another argument as to who was going to get to use the kitchen first.

Minhyuk walked into the bathroom, and sighed in frustration.  Your bras and panties were hanging on the shower curtain rod, and he opened the door.  

“Y/N!” he shouted.

“What!” you shouted back.

“You’re goddamn bras and underwear!”

“Just put them in the sink!”

“They belong in your damn drawer!”

“Minhyuk!  I’m busy, I’ll put them away later!  just put them in the sink!”

He returned to the bathroom, took your unmentionables, and tossed them on the floor.  At this point he didn’t care if you got angry or not. He then hopped into the shower. Afterwards, he got out, stepping all over your underwear, and then he walked to this room, wrapped in a towel. He had just finished getting dressed, when you screamed.

“What the hell!” you shouted, before you opened burst open the door to his room.  You had your underwear in your hand, and you were livid. “Why did you throw them on the floor, and then proceed to step all over my CLEAN underwear!”

“Why did you leave them in the bathroom?”

“Because if you wash and dry bras and panties in the washing machine and dryer, they warp and then don’t fit right.  You hang them to dry so they keep their shape!”

“Then hang them in your room!”

“I don’t have anywhere to hang them in my room!”

“Don’t leave your underwear in the bathroom!”

“I pay half the rent! I can leave them anywhere!”

“Then because I pay half the rent, I maintain the right to toss them on the floor and step on them when I’m, in the shower, got it.”

“You’re an asshole. All I said was to put them in the sink. You didn’t have to step all over them. I had just washed them.”

You turned away from him, and walked into your room.  Minhyuk actually stated feeling bad.  Maybe he had gone too far in walking all over your clean clothes.  He sighed, closed his door, and went to lie on his bed.  

When he came home from work that night, you were already at the door, punching the code into the door. You turned to look at him, and sighed. The door opened, and you threw your bags onto the couch.  You started to walk to the kitchen, when Minhyuk cut you off.  You shook your head.  

“I haven’t eaten all day,” you said, glaring at him.  “Let me make something to eat.”

“I am hungry now, and I don’t want to wait to make food,” he said, letting his head fall back.  You furrowed your brow as you took in his exhausted form.

“Whatever, go ahead,” you said, shrugging.  “I’m going to go and change.  I have to study for my test tomorrow.”

Minhyuk did make a ramen, and he ate to his heart’s content.  He turned to look at you, and noticed that, even though he had unoccupied the kitchen a while ago, you had yet to make something to eat.  You were pouring over your notes, seeming to get more frustrated as the minutes ticked by.  With a shrug, Minhyuk took his dishes to the sink, washed them, and then went to his room.  

The next morning, he found you right at the table, where he’d left you the night before.  In the kitchen, he didn’t see any evidence that you had made something to eat.  With a sigh, Minhyuk walked into the kitchen, and started to make food, enough for the two of you.  Once that was done, he went back to the table to wake you up.

He shook you softly, making you mewl and whine.  He smiled, chuckling a bit, but he shook you again.  You whined, but you woke up, and glared at him sleepily.  He took your books, and your laptop and put them aside. You whined one more time, reaching for your books.

“You didn’t eat last night,” he said, as he went back to the kitchen.  He brought a bowl with food for you, and put it down on the table in front of you.  “Eat. You can’t study if you’re on an empty stomach.”

As you ate, Minhyuk looked over your notes, and smiled.  Your notes were very organized, unlike his.  Minhyuk looked up at you, taking a spoonful of food and eating it.  You were eating contentedly, smiling and humming in satisfaction.  Minhyuk smiled.

You got up off the chair, and took your plates to the kitchen.  As you passed Minhyuk, you gave him a kiss on the cheek.  His eyes widened, and his mouth fell open a little. A light pink blush started at the base of his neck, and traveled up his face.

“Thank you, Minhyuk,” you said, as you moved into the kitchen.

After that day, it seemed that Minhyuk’s attitude towards you changed.  He stopped seeing all the little things that you did as less annoying and more like your little quirks.  You started seeing Minhyuk in a different light too, more like a sweet man who tried to hide it with robust sarcasm.  It didn’t work on you anymore.

Today you and he were in a party, celebrating the fact that you and he had both aced your final exams of the semester.  You two had gone your separate ways, once you arrived at the party that is, but he never really lost sight of you.  He laughed and drank and conversed with his friends, but he always made sure to keep at least one eye on you.

“Yah, Minnie!” one of his friends called his attention, as he turned his attention away from you.  “Why don’t you just go and tell her you like her.”

“She’s my roommate,” Minhyuk said, he said, turning back to her.  He furrowed his brow, feeling the anger rise in his gut.  “What the hell?”

Minhyuk got up, rushing to your side.  There was a drunk frat boy putting his hands all over you, and you were trying to push his hands away.  Minhyuk grabbed the man by the collar, pulled him away, and placed himself in between and you.  

“Back away from her, man, she doesn’t want your attention.  I suggest you leave her alone.”

“What are you, her boyfriend?” he slurred, and Minhyuk tilted his head to the side.  

“No, but I am her friend. I’m not going to let you get anywhere near her.”

He felt your hands move around waist, and your body trembled against his back.  “He was trying to drag me upstairs,” you whispered, and Minhyuk got angrier.  He grabbed the man by the collar and growled audibly.  “Minhyuk, please,” you whispered, and that seemed to cut right through the anger.  He shoved the man away, who stumbled before falling to the floor, and turned to look at you.  “Let’s go home, please?”

“Yeah, let’s go home.”

The drive home was quiet, with the occasional shiver from your body reminding him of what almost happened.  Once you two got home, and moved in through the front door, he turned to walk into his room, but you took his arm.  He turned to look at you.  Still a little jittery from the encounter at the party, you looked down.  

“Can you stay with me tonight, please?” you asked, hugging yourself.

“Are you sure?”

“Please,” you asked, nodding your head.

“Yeah, let me just change into my sleep clothes, ok?”

You nodded, moving into your room while he went to his room to change.  Usually he slept in boxers and shirtless, but since he was going to sleep in your room, with you, he decided to wear pajama bottoms and a t-shirt. Truth be told he was a little nervous, as he wasn’t sure how you were going to feel about him being in your bed in the morning.

“Minhyuk?” your voice called to him, and he hated how small you sounded.  It wasn’t at all how you usually sounded.  When he appeared in the living room, you were in a long t-shirt, and you were looking down.  “You don’t have to stay with me if it makes you uncomfortable,” you said, your voice barely a whisper.

“I’m going to make sure that you make sure that you feel safe, Y/N, I promise.”

He took your hand, and led you back to your room.  You lied down in your bed, and Minhyuk lied down behind you.  He put his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.  You two didn’t move the entire night, waking up just as you were when you fell asleep.

You woke up the next morning, wrapped tightly in Minhyuk’s arms, and you blushed.  You couldn’t believe that you asked him to stay with you, even if nothing happened with that jerk, or despite the fact that you and Minhyuk hadn’t always gotten along.  He was being so sweet, and you couldn’t help but feel grateful.  

Dislodging yourself from his arm slowly, so as not to wake him, you got out of bed, and went to make your favorite breakfast, enough for you and Minhyuk.  You turned on the television, and or the first time since you moved in, took his rest into consideration, and kept the volume low.

You hummed, taking eggs, flour, and milk out of the refrigerator.  Dancing a little as you cooked, you made sweet and savory pancakes. You made several sides, and then put out everything onto the counter, ready to eat.  Still shimmying and shaking your hips, you dipped a finger into the dipping sauce, and hummed in appreciation.

That’s how Minhyuk found you.  You were in your long t-shirt, dancing as you tasted the sauce for the pancakes.  He smiled, liking the fact that last night’s events hadn’t lingered on your mind.  He leaned against the doorway of your room, and sighed.

“Tell me that you are a good cook, at least?” he said, startling you.

You squealed and turned to look at him.  Crossing your arms, you playfully glared at him.  “Keep talking like that and you won’t get any breakfast.”

“I take it back,” he said, chuckling and taking a seat.

Breakfast was a very casual affair.  You and he talked, and joked, and then when some of the sauce was on your lip, he reached out and cleaned it with a napkin.  You blushed, looking down at your plate, and taking your napkin to clean the rest of your mouth.  He sighed and got up, after he’d finished eating.

“I have to get ready to go back home,” he said, with a shrug.  “I’m not looking forward to it.”

“Lucky you,” you answered, taking your dishes to the sink too.  “It’s too far for me to fly back between semesters, so I’m staying here.”

“Hmm,” he said, before he turned and walked towards his room.  

A week later, you were alone in the apartment, because Minhyuk was on a plane flying home.  You sighed, pulling the blankets over your head.  You had never been one to like living alone, and it’s why you found an apartment with a roommate as soon as you got into town.  You hated sleeping in a house by yourself.

After a few minutes, you were hungry, and with a frustrated groan, you kicked off the blankets and went to the kitchen to make food.  As you were cooking, once again listening to the television on some music program, you were dancing.  You didn’t hear the door open, or it close, but you did hear the chuckle come from the doorway.  Startled you turned to find Minhyuk staring right at you.

“You are supposed to be flying home!”

“Like I was going to leave you alone, in this apartment, after…”  He tilted his head, staring at you.  

You smiled, walked up to him, and put your arms around his neck, up on your tiptoes.  Your t-shirt rode up your legs, barely covering your thighs, and Minhyuk’s arms moved around your waist.  He sighed, resting face right into the crook of your neck.

You moved back a smidge, looking up at him, and he looked right back down at you.  It was there, the crackle of something, and something in his eyes shifted.  He leaned down, locking his lips on yours, his arms tightening around your waist.  As his arms tightened, he lifted you off your feet, and your legs wrapped around his waist.  He took several steps into the apartment, until he was at the counter. There he sat you down, deepening the kiss.  Once he sat you down, his hands moved down to caress up your thighs, taking the hem of your t-shirt up your thighs too.  

“You are so beautiful, Y/N,” he whispered, your lips ghosting on yours.  

His hands fisted at your waist, holding your shirt in his hands, as his lips settled on yours.  Your hands reached under his shirt, caressing the planes of his stomach and he moaned softly.  His lips moved to your ear.

“I love your hands on me, princess,” he whispered, as his hands lifted your blouse up over your head. “My turn to feel you.”

His hands touched your waist.  His hands were warm, and your skin was super soft under his hands.  His fingers moved up your sides, his thumbs caressing up your stomach, touching the bottom of your bra.  You mewled softly, and he smiled.  His lips touched your nose, before he moved back slightly.  He looked down at you, his eyes soft.

“Do you want to do this with me?” he asked, his hands moving down your back.

You sighed, closing your eyes, loving the feel of his hands on your body.  You opened them, looked at him, and nodded.  He kissed you then, softly, lovingly.  His hands moved up your back, finding the bra clasp and undoing it.  You felt your bra loosen, and you dropped your arms, letting it fall to the floor. His thumbs caressed the sides of your breasts, as his lips moved down to your neck.

“Take off your shirt,” you whispered.

Once he was bare chested, you moved forward, and kissed his chest, as your hands caressed down his stomach. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you, your hands moving around his waist to his back and caressing his back softly.  His head fell back, releasing a soft moan, before looking down at you.

His arms moved around you, picking you up off the counter.  Turning, he went to his bedroom.  There, he lied you down, undid your jeans, and lowered them and your panties.  His eyes took in your form hungrily, and you became embarrassed.

“Don’t stare,” you whispered, and he shook his head.

“That’s impossible,” he answered, his lips kissing your right leg, then your left.  

His hands followed the trail of kisses he left on your legs, before gripping your knees to open them wide. His fingers caressed up your thighs, right to your apex.  His fingers separated your folds, and he moaned just looking at your juicy, pink flesh. He couldn’t wait to taste you.   His tongue came out to touch the tip of your clit, making you gasp.  Then his lips closed on your most sensitive area, and he suckled on it.  The pleasant ripple that tore through your core made you moan loudly, you hands tangling in his hair.  

The musky smell of your core surrounded his senses, as his tongue moved over your clit, making your body jolt as you moaned out his name over and over.  He felt your body tremble, and he moved back away from your core, using his fingers to keep the stimulation going.  He wanted to look at your face as you climaxed.  Your body jerked as soon as his fingers moved over your core, and your eyes closed.  Your face turned red, the veins in your neck popping at your moans became louder, turning into screams of pleasure.  Seeing your pleasure erupt from you that way had him painfully hard in the confines of his jeans.

He moved over you instantly, kissing you deeply, passionately, even desperately.  He undid his jeans, pulling them down, and then kicking them off.  Instantly, your hand circled around his member, and he groaned into your mouth. Your hand moved up to the tip of his member, picking up his precum, and then coming back down his rigid shaft.

He mumbled incoherent curses, as his face landed on your shoulder.  His arms were shaking with the effort it was taking to hold himself up off of your body.  You moved down and bit his shoulder softly, as you continued to pump his member.

“Please,” he groaned into your shoulder.  “Please, please, please.”

You nodded, guiding him to your entrance.  His large member pushed past the resistance of your core, and started to stretch you as he moved inside.  You forgot how to breath, and he let out something between a moan and a whimper, as he sheathed himself inside you.

“You feel so damn good, sweetheart, so tightly wrapped around me,” he whimpered, his hands traveling to your chest, cupping your breasts.

He pulled his hips back, pulling his member out, then thrusting back in, sending an insane pleasure through your core.  You moaned, arching your back, clenching around him.  He let out another string of curses, before his lips found yours.  He thrust in and out of you at a steady pace, his fingers playing with your nipples.  You moaned his name out, the intensity of his thrusts setting you ablaze. Now it was your turn to beg.

“Please, please,” you begged, breathing hard, heart pounding.  “Please, please, make me cum, Minhyuk, please!”

He nodded, moving back on his knees, gripping your knees, and pulling them apart more.  He thrust hard and fast into you, his hands caressing up your thighs, to your core.  His thumb moving over your clit over and over in small circles.  The speed of his thrusting had the volume of your vocalization increasing.  Soon your body was shaking, like it had before, and then you were screaming his name over and over.  You squeezed his member, causing him to gasp as he stopped moving.  He wanted you to come back down, before he reached his climax. You convulsed around him, pulling him down for a kiss, your fingernails scratching down his back, and he pulled out, ejaculating on your stomach.  With each spurt, he grunted, resting his forehead against yours.

Minhyuk collapsed onto the side of his bed, reaching for a box of tissues that he had there.  Taking several deep breaths to control is breathing, he cleaned off the evidence of his climax from your stomach, and then he lied on his back.  You turned onto your side to face him, and just took in his appearance.

He looked so sated, and sleepy.  With a smile, you rested your head on his chest and he chuckled.  You felt his arm move around you, as he planted a kiss on your head.  With his free hand, he reached down for the blanket, before covering you both up. Sighing, he started drifting off to sleep, right along with you.

“We should have done this long ago,” he said, his voice drowsy.  You hummed in agreement.  “After we sleep, we should go out and get something to eat.”  Again you hummed in agreement.  “I’ll pay, since you’re my girlfriend now,” he finished, hoping to get something other than a hum from you.

“I am?” you answered, just as drowsy.  

“Yes, you are,” he replied, pulling you closer.

With that thought in mind, you and he fell asleep.  You liked that you were now dating Minhyuk, because you’d always liked him, since the beginning.  With a smile, you snuggled into his arms, drifting off in slumber.