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Nakoto { An incredibly busty "soda bottle" girl | Futa | Any setting }: Bio: Nakoto Age: 27 Gender: Futa Species: Plastic soda-blood Personality: Dopey, Upbeat, A bit dense and oblivious, Caring and supportive Height: 5'11" Weight: 190 lbs Appearance: Humanoid, Skin is entirely transparent and made of a malleable plastic, Filled entirely with soda up to the very top of her head, ending in a layer of fizz which fills in her hair, Soda bottle cap hat, Cute little ponytail, Pie eyes, Red band hugged tightly around her chest with the word 'COOLA' on it, Red solo-piece skirt with the same word written on its backside, Large tightly-squeezed breasts, Toned stomach with abs showing, Bottle punt feet. Body Info: Curvy, Voluptuous, Moderately Toned Likes: Smashing things, Her soda kingdom, Particular Carbonated Beverages Dislikes: Non-recyclable plastics, Diabetes, and the color blue Inventory: A large, soda-bottle shaped battle hammer "Cola every day. Coola every day." -=INFO=- Nakoto is the princess and ruler of a modern kingdom found far within the desert, known as the Coola Kingdom; named after its trademark brand of soda, Coola. She owns a factory production line which creates soda at a steady, constant rate. This soda is then distributed across the kingdom's inhabitants to keep them cool against the heat of the desert. Note that despite the few fantasy references, I'm perfectly happy with fitting her into literally any other setting. Like, I don't even care, man, just throw her anywhere, I'm hella adaptable. I'm also perfectly okay with OCs, so don't be shy! And yes, she cums soda. Cream soda, to be exact. Yes, it's virile. Her precum is regular soda. --- Preferences (characters I'm interested in, kinks (I have some weird ones), limits, et cetera): https://justpaste.it/almos Very open to any kinds of RPs, from smutty and sexual, to casual, laid-back, relaxing, chill or comfort RPs, to combat RPs, or some kind of mesh of all of those, maybe even one that changes between them over time, I'm okay with! I loooooove clashing styles/settings/characters (e.g. robots being in a medieval/fantasy world, or fantasy, medieval, or even ancient characters being in a modern world). It doesn't have to make sense if you don't think about it! Something else I love is mashing series/fandoms together; no crossover is off-limits to me! Also I love getting thrown right into an RP!

Isabelle (Animal Crossing): Isabelle was putting papers together on her desk, humming a happy tune to herself, before she heard someone walk in. "Hello! I'll help you out with anything you need in a sec!"

Nakoto { An incredibly busty "soda bottle" girl | Futa | Any setting }: Nakoto walks into the town hall, 'ooh'ing and 'awe'ing at the interior. "Wowww...lovely little place!" She comes up to the counter with a smile on her face, "Hiya!"

Isabelle (Animal Crossing): "Hello!" Isabelle greeted while scanning the princess up and down. Wow...what a beautiful woman! She thought to herself. "How are you?"

Nakoto { An incredibly busty "soda bottle" girl | Futa | Any setting }: "I'm quite well, in fact!" She says with a smile, bending down and letting her chest bounce. "I thought I would take a long-needed break and come visit a cute little remote island, and I'm getting a lovely little first impression! I was wondering if there was anywhere I should start, or anything I should know or do first?"

Isabelle (Animal Crossing): "Well, if you want, we can find you a house." Isabelle suggested. "We can always use more neighbors here. There's an empty residence just down the way!"

Nakoto { An incredibly busty "soda bottle" girl | Futa | Any setting }: "Ohhh, lovely!" She clapped her hands together and stood up straight. "I'm Nakoto, by the way! A princess, but you need no formalities." She insists with a little grin.

Isabelle (Animal Crossing): Isabelle came from behind her desk and bowed. "I'm Isabelle, so happy to meet you!" She extended her hand for a shake.

Nakoto { An incredibly busty "soda bottle" girl | Futa | Any setting }: Nakoto took Isabelle's hand with both of her own, shaking it. "Super nice to meet you! I may just offer a trade deal with this island, at this rate." She chuckles. "Anyway, I'll follow your lead!"

Isabelle (Animal Crossing): "Glad to hear it!" Isabelle smile grew broader as she released her hand and went to her cabinets. "Let me just get you some papers..." She bent over as she went to the bottom cabinet, her skirt riding a bit to expose her panties.

Nakoto { An incredibly busty "soda bottle" girl | Futa | Any setting }: "Mm-hmm!" With a nod, the plastic woman watched Isabelle, getting quite an interesting little view...her cheeks faintly fizz up, the woman quietly staring. "Mm...hey, so...what are your going rates? Like, how long do people usually stay?"

Isabelle (Animal Crossing): "Our going rates are actually below standard for how nice our houses are. This is because basically no one moves!" Isabelle turned around and walked over with a file. "It's usually because they end up meeting someone and living together."

Nakoto { An incredibly busty "soda bottle" girl | Futa | Any setting }: "How interesting..." Nakoto pondered to herself. "Sounds super nice for a remote island! I probably won't be staying here for long, but I'll totally stay for at least a couple of weeks!~"

Isabelle (Animal Crossing): "Aww...but I'm sure we'll remember your company!" Isabelle smiled at her. "Let me get you a pen and we can get you signing!" Isabelle put the file on her desk and went over for the pen...only to trip and somehow fall into Nakoto's breasts. "Oof!"

Nakoto { An incredibly busty "soda bottle" girl | Futa | Any setting }: Nakoto's cheeks fizz up again as Nakoto fumbles and trips into her chest, staining two spots in the band around her breasts as they spurt some of their contents. "--Oh gosh! Oops...it's a good thing I have these puppies, ehehe~" She giggled and grinned.

Isabelle (Animal Crossing): "So sorry! I'm such a klutz..." Isabelle pulled back with a apologetic smile...before noticing her nipples. "Oops! I think I made a bit of a mess..."

Nakoto { An incredibly busty "soda bottle" girl | Futa | Any setting }: "Awww, don't worry about it! Happens all the time." She waved her hand down. "Here; they're already leaking, now, so why not take a drink?" Nakoto casually pulls up her band to completely expose her breasts, her nipples leaking soda.

Isabelle (Animal Crossing): "Really?" Isabelle's eyes lit up. "You wouldn't mind?"

Nakoto { An incredibly busty "soda bottle" girl | Futa | Any setting }: "No, no, go ahead; I insist!" Nakoto leans forward, her breasts pressing up against Isabelle.

Isabelle (Animal Crossing): Isabelle squealed before leaning in and drinking directly from the tap. The creamy drink fizzed on her tongue as she took it directly down her throat.

Nakoto { An incredibly busty "soda bottle" girl | Futa | Any setting }: "Mmm..." Nakoto hummed, narrowing her eyes as Isabelle started suckling on her nipple, drinking the soda right out of her breasts. "You like it?~" She asks, gently placing her hand against the back of Isabelle's head.

Isabelle (Animal Crossing): "It tastes so good..." Isabelle moaned, her lower parts heating up as her tail wagged.

Nakoto { An incredibly busty "soda bottle" girl | Futa | Any setting }: "Mmyeah? Drink as much as you'd like, honey-bumpkin~" She toothily grins, humming softly with delight as Isabelle keeps suckling and drinking from her nipple.

Isabelle (Animal Crossing): Isabelle kept drinking, switching to the other nipple for a fresh comparison. She unconsciously reached down to rub underneath her skirt, groaning on Nakoto's plastic areola.

Nakoto { An incredibly busty "soda bottle" girl | Futa | Any setting }: "Mmf...~" Nakoto softly moans, chewing her lip as Isabelle swaps to her other nipple. "Gosh, you're so thirsty...~"

Isabelle (Animal Crossing): "You just taste so delicious..." She looked up at her with an entranced expression.

Nakoto { An incredibly busty "soda bottle" girl | Futa | Any setting }: "Hehehe~...you're too flattering.~" Nakoto smiles, caressing the back of Isabelle's head. "Maybe, as an equal exchange...you can give me a little discount?~"

Isabelle (Animal Crossing): "Maybe...if you give me something else yummy?" Isabelle enticed.

Nakoto { An incredibly busty "soda bottle" girl | Futa | Any setting }: "Oh? Well, if you want something else..." Nakoto teasingly tugs on her own skirt. "You can drink out of my bottle, instead.~"

Isabelle (Animal Crossing): "Really? Is it under there?" Isabelle looked down, curious.

Nakoto { An incredibly busty "soda bottle" girl | Futa | Any setting }: "Yyyup; take a look.~" She lifts her skirt, slipping down her panties; a large, thick, throbbing mass springing out! "Aheh...when it comes out of here, it's really creamy...~"

Isabelle (Animal Crossing): "Ah! I gotta have a taste!" Isabelle knelt down and eagerly swirled her tongue around Nakoto's tip.

Nakoto { An incredibly busty "soda bottle" girl | Futa | Any setting }: "--Ohh...!~" Nakoto quietly gasped, surprised by Isabelle's eagerness to jump right in. "Ah...ohh, wow...~<3" She softly moans, still holding Isabelle's head as she sucks on the tip of Nakoto's throbbing member.

Isabelle (Animal Crossing): Isabelle's tail wagged faster as she took the tip in her mouth, sucking on the shaft as she happily let the cola-filled cock travel down her throat.

Nakoto { An incredibly busty "soda bottle" girl | Futa | Any setting }: "Mnnf...~" Nakoto bites her lip and moans, Isabelle taking more of her length down her throat; a steady, constant stream of precum oozing down Isabelle's gullet. "Haahh...gosh, at this rate, you'll suck me dry in no time...~<3"

Isabelle (Animal Crossing): Isabelle simply bobbed her head on her cock, obviously addicted to her taste already.

Nakoto { An incredibly busty "soda bottle" girl | Futa | Any setting }: She listens to those lewd, wet 'glk, glk, glk~' sounds as Isabelle bobs her head back and forth across her cock, combining with her adorable expression to turn Nakoto on even further. "Nnnmmf~...aaahh, fuck...that's a good girl...~<3"

Isabelle (Animal Crossing): Isabelle reached behind, groping Nakoto's plastic cheeks as she took her cock all the way to the base.

Nakoto { An incredibly busty "soda bottle" girl | Futa | Any setting }: "Uhhnghhh~<3" Nakoto groaned lovingly, Isabelle squeezing and groping her butt as she dives riiiight in, taking every inch of that length down her throat!~ "Uaahh~, yes...~<3" She continued to moan, until she couldn't hold back any longer. Isabelle could feel the tip buried deep down her throat erupt, spurting lots and lots of thick, creamy soda directly into her stomach!~ "Ummmff~~<3" She longingly moaned, holding Isabelle's head all the way to the base of her cock, making absolute sure she swallows every drop~

Isabelle (Animal Crossing): Isabelle moaned as she swallowed it all, pulling back to let the fizz travel down her throat. She looked up at Nakoto and panted. "So good..."

Nakoto { An incredibly busty "soda bottle" girl | Futa | Any setting }: Isabelle pulled back just as Nakoto finished blowing her load, the last of it spewing out in a thick rope that hit Isabelle in the face!~ "Aaaahhh~...hahhh...wowww...sooooo thirsty...~" Nakoto drunkenly giggled.

Isabelle (Animal Crossing): "Maybe I can move you into my place...until you get your home past the red tape?" She offered.

Nakoto { An incredibly busty "soda bottle" girl | Futa | Any setting }: "Mmm...I think that'd be juuuuust...peachy~" She grinned at Isabelle.

Isabelle (Animal Crossing): Isabelle grinned, her tail wagging again. "Then I just made a sell!"

You left the chat

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Classy girls wear pearls

Written for @chrissquares @starlightcrystalline @amythedvdhoarder @drabblewithfrannybarnes ​ @pumpkin-and-pine challenge! Thanks chrissquares for the festive dividers! Used the prompt snowstorm + this gif!

Summary - Andy gives you a pearl necklace 👀

Warnings - 18+only please, smut(m/f), daddy kink, deep throat, d/s relationship, cum play.

Pairing - Andy Barber x reader

Word count - 1.4k

Masterlists are linked in the bio!

You grinned wickedly as you looked out your windows.

Your pretty suburban street, which is usually bustling with people trying to get to work and kids running around, school busses and such, now so quiet and quaint, covered in white, as if a pale blanket was draped over it.

You turned around when you heard your husband groaning, thinking that maybe he’d finally be up, but he simply slept on his back, mumbling something in his sleep.

You made your way over to the bed, ready to wake him up because you missed him - even though he was right fucking there - and you wanted to give him the good news. But then you noticed the tent in his briefs.

“It would be a nice early Christmas gift,” you mused, taking his morning wood out of the tight restraints and then looking back at him to see if you had woken him but he looked like sleeping beauty.

Deep in his slumber, his long dark lashes kissing his cheekbones, his naked chest falling and rising with ever breath he took.

Pumping him a couple of times with your palm, you swirled your tongue around his head, already weeping with pre-ejaculate, moaning as you tasted some of the salty liquid before you swallowed him whole. Or as much of him as you could. With how HUGE he was, it was always a struggle.

But you tried hard, remembered everything he had taught you, relaxed your throat till your nose touched the fuzzy soft curls at the base of his length. You tried to hold him there but then choked on him, the loud noise waking him up.

“What the...” he sprang up, causing his head to hit the back of your as you choked again, holding onto his thigh for support.

You looked to your side, blinking at him, you pulled him out with a loud ‘pop’, panting and trying to breath in some much needed oxygen. “Just wanted to wish you a good morning, daddy,” you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, “and give you an early Christmas present.”

He smiled down at you, caressing your cheek before holding onto the back of your head, “Thanks, honey, you’re the sweetest girl in this whole world. Always taking such,” pushing you back down on his cock, “good care of your daddy,” he sighed as you licked a stripe up his slit before rigorously sucking him.

“Such a good girl,” he praised, entranced by the sight of your plump behind, sliding your thin panties to the side before swirling your juices over your puffy lips, “and you’re fucking wet,” he observed, his Bostonian accent prominent in his voice.

Your cheeks heat up at being caught red handed, you avert your gaze, trying to get away from his fingers, slipping into your heat.

“Aw, is my girl shy? There’s no need to be, sweetheart,” you mewled as he curled his fingers inside you, “Look at me,” he ordered, and like a good little doll you followed looked back at him, “You always look at me when you suck my cock, do you understand?”

You nodded, not being able to verbally answer with your mouth full of cock or pull away since he had a tight grip on the back of your head.

“Hold on, honey,” he rasped, lifting his hips off the bed, making you gag again, “remember to breath through your nose, we don’t want you choking,” he groaned.

He kept driving his hips into your mouth, squelching sinful noises came from your mouth, you tried to breath through your nose as he had asked you to, ready to swallow his creamy goodies as you always do. It was a nice way you often start your day but then he pulled you off of his throbbing cock which was blushed pink.

“I’m gonna cum, doll,” he stroked his cock, pulling your head back, “Take off your nightie,” he ordered and you slipped the straps off, exposing your breasts to him.

“Daddy,” you huffed, jutting your lower lip out, trying to get a hold of his dick because you wanted to finish him off but he swatted you away with his other hand.

“Don’t pout, honey, daddy’s gonna give you a nice pearl necklace as a thank you,” his head fell back against his pillow, his balls tightening as spurts of his hot cum landed all over your chest and breasts.

“It’s pretty,” you giggled, swirling his cum around, maybe you liked this better than swallowing him down, it was as if he was marking his territory. “I belong to you now,” you lay to his side, putting your head over his chest to listen to his heart beat, which seemed to be calming down now.

“You’ve always belong to me,” he tutted, his hand back in your panties, spreading your weeping petals.

You moaned, grinding against his palm, arching your back when his palm brushes against your sensitive clit.

“Not now, sweetheart,” he cruelly took his hand away as you slapped his chest in frustration. He growled, “You best watch yourself, honey, I still have enough time to teach you a lesson,” he threatened, delivering a harsh slap to your ass.

You yelped, holding onto his pectoral and giggling.

“What’s so funny?” he wanted to know.

“They’ve made today a holiday! Because of a snowstorm that’s supposed to come tonight. So you can stay in bed all day!” you squealed, pecking his lips before nuzzling your nose against his soft beard.

“I’ll still have to work from home, sweetheart. But that’s good, because now I get to,” he flipped you so you were under him, looking at his spend on your chest with a heated gaze “Teach you a lesson. And some manners. Waking me up with such ill intent...”

***

You were snuggled up with a warm blanket on your couch, sitting up on a fluffy pillow because your ass was still sore from the ‘punishment’ Andy gave you that morning, a nice warm hot chocolate in hand with plenty of marshmallows.

You had dropped one off to Andy in his home office as well, with no marshmallows because he was no fun sometimes, hoping to maybe get some more action even though your pussy was still sore but he was too busy.

He promised to give you all the love and attention the whole week of holidays - starting tomorrow.

You had already decorated your entire home at the beginning of November, since you were a Christmas fanatic, and already cooked up a nice chicken roast and some fudge cake for dinner, there was nothing else to do.

You thought of maybe bothering Andy again but he’d just shoo you away like he did before.

You giggled as you felt a familiar pair of hands covering your eyes, “Is it Santa?” you tried to guess.

“Ho ho, it is!” he tried his best to speak in a deeper voice as you both laughed, “And I’ve got a treat for you!”

“But it’s not Christmas yet!” you squealed. Already excited to see what present he had for you. “Is it an ice cream cake? Or a new stuffie?”

Since you had not so subtly hinted at wanting a stuffed unicorn and rolled your eyes when he said you already have too many. As if anyone can have too many stuffies.

“Something much better,” he removed his hands, handing you a turquoise box and sitting next to you.

“From Tiffany’s?!” you screamed, opening it hastily, “oh my god, these are beautiful,” you marvelled at the ivory pearls, touching them hesitantly, they were the perfect size for you.

“I got some earrings to go with it too but you’ll have to wait till Christmas for them,” he took the necklace out of the box and worked on clasping it around your neck. Smiling fondly as they sat so beautifully on your neck, “Money well spent.”

“Thank you so so much,” you smothered his cheeks and his face with sloppy kisses, “I don’t have such a nice gift for you though.”

“You being here is gift enough, honey. I’m done with my work now and all yours,” he watched as your face lit up. His heart warm and excited to spend the holiday with his wife in his warm cosy home.

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Apple Of My Pie (7) — Jin

A Small Town Swoons story 

Chapter 7. 

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x reader (nicknamed Buttercup)

Wordcount: 7.1k words

Genre: non-idol!AU, Baker/Café owner!Seokjin, University student!reader Flatmates!AU, Friends To Lovers, Fluff, slightest angst, smut

Rating: 18+ (NSFW content)

A/N: Hello my sweet poppies! Welcome to the Small Town Swoon Universe! 🥰✨

In this episode: Jin and Buttercup finally reunite, and although the real world tries to interrupt their small idyll, Seokjin has the strength to finally impose his needs and confess his feelings. The evening proceeds in the best of ways.

As I mentioned before, this episode made me write things I didn’t know I had in me. Also, this will be the final episode for their storyline, however you will see more of Jin and Buttercup on future stories, mostly in small apparitions here and there. I might come back to this story someday, maybe with some drabbles or some small headcanons, however, I think that now it’s time to let Jin and Buttercup live their special moments with in their own privacy and make up for lost time.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: this is filthy. There’s swearing and light alcohol consumption (wine at dinner, both are pretty sober afterwards). Now, about the filth. Degradation kink, breast worship (involves kissing, licking, biting, grabbing), breast slapping, nipple pinching, one (1) spank, foodplay involving ice cream (so mild temperature play), dom!Seokjin, slightly bratty!reader, grinding, masturbation (both male and female receiving), brief mention of oral (male receiving), cumplay, cumeating, creampie, unprotected sex (please don’t do like them. The right way to go about this would be to use condoms and/or dental dams until you and your partner get the results of the test and are 110% sure you’re clean. If you have any questions, please head to Planned Parenthood’s website, they have wonderful webpages about safe, sane and consensual sex, plus anything you need to keep your sexual health in check. If you can’t check their website, please feel welcome to reach out to me through DMs, I’ll try to help 🥰💜). Also reader is kind of excited about Seokjin being circumcised? And these two have a latent impregnation kink that will show up someday. There are slightly angst discussion about past partners and feelings, but nothing extreme.

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Seokjin woke up with the ringing of a phone.

He appreciated the warmth and weight next to him, half on top of him.

He looked at you. He allowed himself to do that only for a couple seconds.

Your phone was ringing, and he needed to pick it up before it woke you.

Your face had been so scared and tired when he first saw it at the front door.

He stood and picked up the call just in time.

“Oh, thank God, Buttercup where are you?” Jeongguk’s voice came from the phone.

“It’s Seokjin. She’s with me, at the apartment. She’s sleeping.” He replied, his voice gravelly after being under the cold rain and sleeping for almost two hours.

“She’s with you?”

“Yes, she’s here. She’s sleeping.” Seokjin repeated.

“Kim Seokjin. I am going to kill you!” Yoongi said, stealing the phone from Jeongguk. “We were all looking for her. Poor Jeongguk was in a panic. Are you stupid? Outright dumb? What is it, both your two miserable neurons decided to throw a strike today? Did they accidentally crash and perish? Did they finally decide to end their suffering?”

“Yoongi. Stop,” said Spice from a distance. “She’s safe, stop acting like an overprotective parent.”

“Is she okay? Is she hurt?” Yoongi asked.

“No. I found her here, taking her stuff away.” Seokjin said, his body tensing at the thought. “Is she leaving? What is going on?”

“She’s going to the cottage with Namjoon. They’re leaving on Monday.”

Seokjin rolled his shoulders before exhaling. “How has she been in the last few weeks?”

“A mess. Sad, miserable. And it’s your fault.” Yoongi spoke with vitriolic hostility in his voice.

“I’m gonna fix it, Yoongi. I promise.” Seokjin said, his voice extremely emotional as he looked at you. Your eyes were open and you had the tiniest smile on.

“Are you gonna talk to her? Actually confess? Tell her you love her and be done with all the insecure, selfish bullshit?”

“I’m gonna talk to her.” Seokjin replied, still looking at you. “I’ve got a bunch of stuff to come clear with. And I’ll tell her I’m in love with her. And that she’s not going to Namjoon’s. She’s staying with me.” He winked. “She needs to eat and regain some strength before she goes to the woods, if she still wants to go. I’ll tell her ‘Buttercup, I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you for four years.’” His voice broke. “‘I don’t want to spend one more day without you’, that’s what I’ll tell her.”

You were still incredulous, completely still under the blanket.

“And then I’ll ask her to be my girlfriend, and if she turns me down, then it’s alright. I’ll take it like a gentleman. I’ll let her be. But if there’s even a tiny, minuscule part of her that wants to say yes, then I won’t let her go until she agrees to become my girlfriend.” Seokjin explained, with determination filling his voice.

Yoongi got emotional. “Go tell her before you change your mind.”

“She’s right in front of me. She heard every single word.”

“Then I guess you have more important stuff than stay on the phone with me.”

Seokjin chuckled. “Hopefully kiss my new girlfriend, if she lets me.”

You didn’t even understand what was going on before you nodded energetically.

“She said yes. I gotta go.” Jin’s mouth shaped into a large, proud grin.

“Sure. Stay safe. I’m too young to become an uncle.” Yoongi teased with a snicker.

“Goodnight uncle.” Seokjin replied before closing the call.

Your stares stayed locked together as he placed down the phone.

His expression turned serious but kind. “You’re awake.”

You blinked and licked your lips. “I am.” You took a pause, inhaling. “And I want to kiss you.”

He mirrored your action, his tongue slipping out, wetting the seam of his mouth, directing your glance there. “I want to clear things up, before that.”

You closed your eyes, trying not to lose your patience. “What is there to clear up?”

“I just wanted to explain stuff. About Grace and all of the rest...”

From the insecure, agitated look in his eyes, you realised he was scared. You patted the sofa, inviting him to sit beside you. He followed your lead. “I’m listening.” You reassured him, placing your hand on top of his knee.

“When I started dating Grace, I was convinced I could never stand a chance with you. And though Yoongi insisted on the fact that you had feelings for me, I was too shy and too scared to risk it. And after living with you and being so… united. So domestic… I couldn’t handle my feelings anymore.”

You rubbed his arm comfortingly, sitting up, trying to reassure him, to heal him from all those months of insecurities and silence and denial.

“I tried to suppress them. And Grace looked so kind, so respectful. And she’s a beautiful young woman. I could see myself falling for her.”

You pressed your forehead against his shoulder. You still had to realise that such a gesture had a deeper, somehow different meaning, that from then on you were allowed to do that and more.

“But the closer I got to her — and the farther I got from you — the more it all felt wrong. And I don’t even know why I did what I did that Saturday — well Sunday, you know what I mean anyway. I think some part of me was angry because of Edmund or something, or because I thought that I could stop thinking about you if I found someone else to think about and that makes me an absolute idiot—”

You interrupted him. “Don’t hide from me. Ever.” You cupped his face and made him look at you. “You were hurt. And I took similar decisions. What I did with Edmund was somehow similar to what you did with Grace. It’s just that you two had feelings for each other while—” The idea of him being in love with someone else squeezed your lungs until you felt empty.

“I’ve never felt someone as deeply as I feel you, though. I’ve never felt so many things for anyone else beside you.” He said, his eyelashes fluttering as he looked at your lips.

“I love you.” You murmured. There were no other words you could use. “I’m in love with you and I’m not angry that you tried to forget and move on. It doesn’t matter that we fucked or made love to other people. I don’t care that you didn’t tell me. The only thing that matters is that you’re here now and I love you so much.”

He repositioned himself so he could look at you without getting a crick in his neck. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, soft and delicate, worried even.

“Because I couldn’t think about losing you. Because I didn’t even realise I was in love before you started spending time with Grace. Well, I knew I was attracted to you and that I considered you my friend, but I had never really allowed myself to consider I could have more. I was happy with what we had, and I never realised I could lose it, or that someone else could have it instead of me.”

He touched your hair.

“I was okay with what we had. Asking for more felt selfish. Like I was being greedy.”  You lowered your eyes, his gaze too intense for you to resist.

“I want you to be greedy, Buttercup.” He whispered, his hand cupping your jaw. “I want you to take all of me and not leave a crumb for anyone else.” His body felt closer, hotter. “I love you, Buttercup. And not in the friendly way. I love you in a very passionate, very hungry way.” His thumb traced your lower lip as he gazed at it heatedly. “Do you love me too?”

You nodded recklessly, almost snapping your neck. “I love you. In a very unfriendly, very sexy way.”

He smiled. “Good.”

His mouth lowered gently, reaching yours, his whole body inching forward until your eyes lost focus and closed. It was a good kiss. Not perfect but good.

Jin’s lips felt soft against your mouth, maybe a bit too delicate, still, definitely pleasing. With just a pinch of mischief, you pulled at his lower lip lightly, biting it delicately.

The growl he emitted had you smiling before you repeated your teasing move, drawing him in. He exhaled and opened his mouth, sucking your upper lip past his teeth.

That felt better than good, leaning to perfect.

What actually made it perfect was his body completely caving in as he manoeuvred himself on top of you, holding himself up with one hand as his hand explored your body deliciously, caressing your hair, your shoulder before reaching your waist.

Helpless and desperate, you pressed the tip of your tongue against his lower lip, pushing it into his mouth.

His hips pressed sinfully against your thigh as he groaned and tangled his tongue with yours.

You moaned and he whimpered in return, a growl vibrating deep in his throat.

His hand moved under your shirt, stopping abruptly.

Dammit.

Your stomach rumbled noisily, making Seokjin part from you. “You’re really hungry.”

You blushed and looked away. “Yeah.”

He hid his face into your neck, snickering. His breath tickled you. “You feel so good right here.” He said, snuggling closer. “But I have to feed you first.” His fingers dug into your sides. “You’re thin.”

Your nails raked against his back. “I had a bit of a hard time in the last few days.” You mentioned casually.

“Can’t have you like this.” He parted from your body, studying your face attentively. “Let’s get you fed.” He whispered, pecking your lips and standing up, heading to the kitchen.

“You’re kidding, right?” You stood up on wobbly legs and followed him.

He looked back at you. “Not at all.” Jin theatrically opened the fridge and lifted an eyebrow. “Chicken wraps. Salad. An abundant dose of ice cream. I need you sugared up.”

You looked at him with a pout.

“It’s the quickest meal I can arrange, Buttercup. We can have dinner in forty and then cuddle and make out. Dinner is non-negotiable.” He said, getting the chicken strips and the large tortillas, together with cherry tomatoes and cheese.

“Can’t we just… postpone dinner?” You said, too caught up in your grovelling to bring up memories of him and Grace in the kitchen.

“Why would we need to postpone dinner?” He asked, slipping some butter into a pan, together with some garlic, moving the chicken strips onto the pan and roasting them quickly with a random — and a very delicious-smelling — mix of spices.

You dragged your foot against the floor, trying to look demure. “You know why...”

He snickered devilishly. “We’ve waited for four years. One more hour won’t hurt you. Cut the cherry tomatoes, please.”

“Especially because we waited for years we should be forgoing dinner.”

He laughed. “I won’t have you fainting on me. Dinner, then whatever you want, Buttercup. Cut those tomatoes, you’re postponing the fun.” He said, adding a spoonful of chicken broth to keep the meat in the pan soft and tasty.

“Now I remember how insufferable you truly are.” You said, starting with the cutting.

He smirked. “You’re stuck with me from now on, doll.”

“I’m revoking the love declaration.” You muttered.

“Are you revoking your undying lust for me too?” He asked, turning towards you with a lopsided, cocky grin.

You just looked at him with the most insulting look you could muster before returning to the tomatoes.

“Such a good girl. Still cutting those tomatoes to get her reward.” He joked.

Once, this kind of nagging was absent minded, innocent and playful. Now it was outright sexual. Especially since the praise had a shiver running down your spine.

“Don’t tease if you’re gonna make me wait.” You groaned.

He bent and kissed your cheek. “I’m doing it for your good, Buttercup.” He moved to your earlobe. “You’ll thank me later, doll.” He nibbled on the soft skin. “I promise it will feel so good, Buttercup.”

You stretched your neck to the side, offering him the expanse of taut, corded throat.

He grazed it with his teeth, drawing the purple-greenish line of your jugular.

“I bet you taste so damn good,” he murmured, sucking at the base of your throat.

“Jinnie.” You called delicately.

He parted from you abruptly. “Dinner. First, dinner.” He reminded himself. “Dammit, you’re such a tease.” He complained, picking up another larger pan to heat up the tortillas. He also added a light sprinkle of flour to the chicken, to give a creamier texture to the sauce made by the broth and the butter. Once the first tortilla was warm, he placed the chicken on top, mingling it with the tomato pieces and the cheese while you prepared the salad.

Dinner was ready in twenty minutes, the wonderful smell of spices filling your nostrils and making your mouth water as you sat and stared at your tortilla, waiting for Jin to sit down himself. He also added an interesting bottle of white wine to the mix, matching the chicken.

“Enjoy.” He exclaimed before digging in himself.

Your whole mouth was feasting at the taste of the food.

It could feast for something better, your hormones reminded you, but you let that slip.

Dinner was uneventful, the both of you too busy and hungry and tense to start a conversation.

While you were thinking about how to tell Jin you wanted him to ram you into the mattress and slap your tits, he thought whether it was okay for him to want sex already. Okay, technically you had been friends for years, but maybe you wanted to wait, go on actual dates, be a couple, in an official relationship before letting him make love to you.

It was pretty clear that any kind of conversation between such two people would evidently elucidate any semblance of doubt, but it would also be a minefield of misunderstandings and potentially very embarrassing bushes to beat around.

So you both stayed silent, completely oblivious to the lessons you had learned roughly an hour ago.

By the time he stood and prepared a small bowl of plain milk gelato, topped with his special wild berries sauce, doubt had nagged at him enough that he was ready to speak.

He placed the bowl on the table. A lovely royal blue bowl. It was his favourite. Maybe because it was his mother’s favourite. He sat down and patted his hands against his thighs. “Come here.” He murmured.

You obliged, settling on his lap contentedly. He took a spoonful of dessert, making sure that he got some sauce in it before offering it to your awaiting mouth. “Eat up, doll.”

You opened your mouth and enjoyed the refreshing feel of the gelato against your palate.

“I need you to listen to me, Buttercup.” He started. “I know we confessed our feelings and that we’ve been attracted to each other for a very long time.”

You nodded, watching as he offered another spoonful as soon as you opened your mouth.

“I just want you to know that I’m dying to make love to you tonight, but we don’t have to. It’s okay if you want to… I don’t know, get physically intimate a bit at a time, or if you want it to be something special, or—”

You interrupted him. “I want to make love to you too, tonight.”

Your eyes followed him as he licked his lips. “Shall we bring this to the bedroom then?”

Nodding you stood up, going for the living room and grabbing the comforter, walking down the corridor and looking at him from over your shoulder. “What are you waiting for?” You asked before disappearing into his room.

He shook his head in disbelief before grabbing more wild berries sauce. Maybe, hopefully…

He took the bowl of ice cream and a spoon, taking his time before entering his room.

You were already laying on his bed, head to toe a vision.

You had already removed your yoga pants and you were laying there in an oversized t-shirt.

“Tell me how you want me to treat you, Buttercup.” He asked, studying you as he took a mouthful of gelato to his mouth.

“Undress first. Then come here. Feed me that delicious dessert and then feed me your cock.” You said, completely unashamed as his burning gaze explored your naked skin.

“I won’t feed you my cock, sorry doll.” He said, placing the bowl on the nightstand together with the sauce. “I’ll need to suck on your pretty tits first.” He took off his sweater in a flash, your eyes reacquainting with his naked chest, bathing in the glorious width of it. It was really breathtaking, with its plains and slopes and dips.

“You’re gorgeous.” You murmured, looking at him while your hand went to your breast, palming it and teasing the peak while he took off his sweatpants. Watching the delicious shape of him from over his boxers had you moaning just slightly, whimpering weakly before your hand slid under your shirt to grab at your flushed, overheated chest.

Seokjin caught your wrist vigorously, pulling it out. “Those are mine to touch, doll.” He reprimanded you. “All mine.” He repeated, straddling your waist, pinning your hands up.

You looked at him with a wicked smile. This, this, was your best friend, the man you had loved for years. And here he was, pinning your wrists, ready to mark your breasts, to own them.

“Keep ‘em there.” He ordered, letting go of your wrists before stretching his fingers to completely hold your breasts, kneading them lightly to test the texture.

“Fuck, they're so soft.” His eyes closed as he felt them up appreciatively. “I can't wait to suck these.” He said, and his unashamed comment opened another new world to you. His thumbs found your nipples, rolling them under the plush pads of his fingers. “You like this?” He asked, looking in your eyes.

You nodded, stretching toward the bedside table and switching on the small lamp there. “Wanna see you.” You explained, looking at him, waiting for a reaction.

“Are you sure? You okay with me watching?” He asked, just as your eyes closed and your back arched, your breasts pushing against his palms, your throat emitting the shyest moan.

“Oh, you like this a lot, don't you, Buttercup?” He snickered, bending down to kiss your neck. “Let me hear how good it feels, honey,” He murmured, sucking at your skin gently.

“Please, I want my shirt off, Jin.” That's all you managed to say, squeezing your thighs together once you realised he wasn't giving you anything to grind against.

“You want me to touch your naked skin?” He asked, making you grow even more desperate.

“Please. Jin…”

He looked at your face. It was absolutely adorable as it scrunched up in disappointment, a lovely pout making your lips rounder, softer, plumper. He kissed them briefly. “Sit up, lovely. Let's take this shirt off.” He murmured with a deep baritone timbre.

The shirt was gone in a second, his mouth latching on a nipple before you could even take off the shirt completely.

His hips ground against your belly, his erection pressing hard against your navel while you laid back down, his front arching away from you as his mouth stayed attached to your chest.

“Please, gimme…” You tried to speak, needing something to ease the pressure between your thighs, where your throbbing clitoris felt unforgivably neglected.

“What?” He asked, parting from your breast and looking so blissful and confused, like he didn't even know what was going on, like your breasts had given him a total reset and all he could remember, all he could ever want and do was to stay there and suck, completely oblivious to anything but the object of his lust.

“Need you down there,” was all you managed to say, still too high from the promises of pleasure.

He grinned *hazily. “Down where?” He asked, teasing and unforgiving.

You exhaled and whimpered. “I need you between my legs.”

“Between your legs where, Buttercup? Don't be shy.”

At that you snapped. “If you intend to keep sucking my nipples could you please kindly press your thigh against my clit? I need to grind on something and you're being too fucking uncooperative.”

He laughed almost hysterically. “Of course, Buttercup. See, was it so hard to ask?” He commented, almost too patronising.

“You're making me want to shut your mouth.” You replied, pushing your hips up and finally meeting his hard thigh, giving a low moan.

“Too bad that would keep me from doing this.” He said, sitting up slightly, grabbing the spoon from the bowl and pressing the cold metal to your areola, spreading a thick layer of ice cream there while your hot skin made it melt and dribble down.

“Fucking hell.” You said, watching as his tongue slid out and collected the rivulet of cream that was dangerously rolling down towards the sheets, almost staining them.

His eyes found yours and he grinned. “Feels good?”

You nodded. “Do that again, please.”

He obliged, this time reaching the peak and sucking it, his mouth opening wide as he tried to suck away as much dessert as possible.

Your left hand went to his head, holding him against your breast while your right one went to his ass, pressing it down so that your pelvis and his met, grinding against each other deliciously, his mouth leaving the sucking motion to release a heavy exhale.

“You have the most beautiful tits I've ever seen and touched, Buttercup. They feel so soft and warm and good.” He murmured, so aroused it almost felt painful. “I love them so much.” He confessed, pressing them together and dipping his face in between, moving it side to side. “I love you so damn much, ____.”

He gave a few thrusts with his hips, before pressing his cock harshly between your bodies, your skin feeling so sensitive that you thought you could feel it throb against you.

“I want you inside.” You whispered, grinding into him in response. “Tell me you used a condom the other time.”

He nodded. “I always have.”

You nodded in reply. “You sure you’re clean?”

“I got tested before Grace. And she’s clean.” He said, slowing down at the mention of his ex.

You nodded. “I got checked after Edmund, for peace of mind. All safe.”

“Thank fuck.” He commented, biting the underside of your boob. “I can’t wait to feel you raw on me. If you’re okay with that.”

You confirmed, bobbing your head so energetically you thought it would detach from your neck. “Want to feel you cum inside.” You murmured while he bit his lip and got more ice cream, covering your other breast, the cold of the food and the spoon making you keen and purr. “Is this what you were doing while she made those sounds?”

He tutted and shook his head. “I’ve always wanted this with you. It would never please me as much with anyone else.”

You rolled your eyes. “Liar.”

He arched an eyebrow and stopped his licking and sucking motions, sinking his teeth into your flesh, eliciting a gasp from you, leaving his position only once he was sure he had left a mark. “What did you say?”

“That you’re a liar. That you like this more with me than with anyone else,” you replied, cocky and bratty.

Without thinking twice, he slapped your left breast violently, not even trying to be delicate.

You squealed, your whole body flinching before your fingers gripped the sheets tightly.

“You think I would do this with just anyone?” He asked, almost angry, the hard bite in his voice scaring you just a little.

He eyed the other breast meaningfully, placing his hand there but not slapping the full curve until you shook your head yes, giving him permission.

The second blow had you losing your mind completely, your cunt so sensitive that you felt a heavy gush of arousal drip out of your entrance. “No, Jin.”

“Grip the headboard and stay still.” He said, sitting up and tugging your panties down, the fabric almost ripping at the aggressive movements. “Maybe you don’t get how much you turn me on, Buttercup.” He grinned, looking at you finally naked in front of him.  “Do you know how many times I saw those perky nipples under my shirts? How many times I thought about covering them in any food imaginable?”

You shook your head. “Maybe I wanted you to lay me on top of the kitchen table and shove your cock in my cunt and bruise my tits all over.” You replied, batting your lashes innocently. “Maybe call me your dirty little slut. Throw in a couple spanks.”

He stopped everything he was doing, entirely frozen.

“Is that how you like it?” He asked, completely focused on your reply.

You licked your lips. “With you I might like that, yes.”

“You want to be my dirty little slut?” He asked, staring into your eyes, quoting your words exactly.

You inhaled and nodded.

“You want me to degrade you?” He asked again, settling between your legs and rubbing your thighs.

Again, you shook your head yes.

“What if I called you my cockstarved whore?” He said, slightly hesitant.

You smiled and closed your eyes. “Why don’t you do that while squeezing my cheeks with one hand and slapping my tits with the other?”

He snickered. “You really are a filthy animal, uh?” He slapped your breast and bent down to your face. “You want me to use you like a fuckdoll, mh?”

“Yes, please.”

“I need to stretch you first, though, love.” He said, softening for a second. “Now, out of our little game here, I don’t want to hurt you like that, yes?”

Your mind sobered up for a minute as you listened to him.

“Listen to me now, Buttercup. We need a safeword, love.” He said, touching your face. “You okay with colours? Green is good, yellow is slow down, red is stop.”

“I’m good with that.” You replied, trying to reach his face with yours. “Can you kiss me, please?”

His expression turned longing and fond before he took his time, making love to your mouth with his, his kiss so deep and demanding and passionate until he felt how wet you were against his thigh.

“You’re drenched, doll.” He said, smirking at you. “I want to feel your pretty hand around my cock, Buttercup. Stroke me while I stretch you, love.”

You nodded, your hands leaving the headboard lightning fast sliding into his underwear with speed you doubted you could muster in any other circumstances.

“Fuck, you’re thick.” You said once your fingers wrapped around him.

“That’s what the stretching is for, Buttercup.” He grinned as he looked down at you. His fingers slipped into your slit effortlessly, your inner muscles gripping him immediately.

“And you’re tight. So damn tight.” He replied, bending down to lick at your chest, suctioning your areola into his mouth, shaking his head, making your whole breast bounce in a movement that was too mild to cause pleasure, weren’t it for the incredible amount of arousal circling in your bloodstream.

“Please, Jin. Inside. I’m begging. Please.” You pleaded, stroking him, feeling how long and thick and hot he was, filled with ridges and veins. And he was circumcised. None of your previous partners were.

You explored the differences with your fingers, the lack of skin there so interesting and unusual.

“You like that?” He asked, gritting his teeth as he felt his cock flutter, a drop of precum leaving his slit.

You nodded as you caught his arousal, spreading over the soft, spongy tip, completely undisturbed by foreskin. “I want to see it.” You said before a long moan left your lips, his fingers hitting a sensitive spot inside you, rubbing it with slow movements of his index and middle finger, hooking them and pressing intensely against the smoothest patch of skin. “Oh, god.” You murmured, your eyes fluttering shut as he added his thumb on your clit.

“Cum on my fingers, Buttercup.” He growled. “Then I’ll let you see my cock. You need to cum first, though. Cum for me.”

While your hand stroked him lightly, absentmindedly, the rest of your body focused exclusively on the feel of his digits inside you. ‘I’m close’ was all you managed to say before your hips started following your high, your body becoming completely unresponsive to any semblance of control your mind tried to impose.

“Cum, love.” He said, and your whole being responded, your hand stilling, your breathing stopping, your eyes opening wide before closing again while ecstasy possessed you.

“Yes, love. That’s it. My filthy thing. Show me how you do it.” He spurred you on, watching your body contort in pleasure.

“Jin.” You whined, the first sound you managed to emit since you came apart for him.

“Yes.” He said, removing his thumb from your clit and adding another finger inside you, stretching you wide before you called a yellow.

He extracted his fingers and laid them flat against your mound. “I think I promised you my cock, uh?”

Grinning wildly, you agreed, trying to tug his boxers off. “I want it. I earned it. Give it to me.”

He snickered, cleaning his hand against your breast before collecting your taste and what was left of the gelato with the flat of his tongue. “How demanding.”

“I’ve waited four years. Can’t you just do me already?”

“We could have waited way, way less.” He said, taking the bowl with only a spoonful of molten ice cream, tipping it teasingly over your torso, drawing a line that went from your belly button to your mouth, which you opened wide, letting the liquid dribble in.

Seokjin stared in wonder, imagining something else spilling into your mouth. Once there was nothing left, he placed the bowl back on the bedside table, bending down and licking up the line of cream he had drawn, slowing down to make sure he didn’t leave too much of a mess.

By the time he reached your neck and chin, he was ready to explode with want, his whole body needing to claim, own, possess.

“Is my little slut ready?” He asked, lingering over your face. “Or does she need to learn some more patience?”

You shook your head, licking his lips. “Please.” You begged, your nails raking down his back.

“That’s a good slut. You’re begging for my cock?”

You nodded.

“And you’re so dumb for it you even lost your words?”

You nodded again, grinning.

“She’s the smartest little bean and still gets silly for my cock.” He smiled fondly, almost insultingly. “That’s my pretty fuckdoll.”

He laid down beside you, finally freeing his cock as he arched his hips off the bed and removed his underwear.

Your eyes focused on his dick immediately, the shaft so beautiful, covered in veins just like you had imagined when you had felt it underneath your fingertips.

“Dammit. It’s...” You bent over him, getting your hands on him, bringing your face closer to his crotch, wanting to learn every single detail by heart. “Jin.”

“What.” He replied before throwing his head back, his fingers going to the pillow and gripping it, his hand leaving the fabric to press his palm to his mouth.

You had teasingly taken his tip into your mouth, his skin feeling so smooth and hot, salty, your cheeks and tongue eager to squeeze him tentatively, feeling just how spongy his flesh felt.

He moaned sinfully. “You’re really hungry, aren’t you, my naughty slut.” His hand reached the crown of your head, caressing your head before pulling you off. “I wanna cum in your dripping cunt, Buttercup. Come up here.”

“What if I wanna blow you?” You teased, arching an eyebrow.

“Maybe I’ll let you do that for round four or something, come up here, let me fill that tight warm cunt.”

Closing your eyes, smiling slowly, you straddled his hips. “You’d better keep your mouth on my boobs in the process.”

He giggled. “Wouldn’t have it any different. Come here.” He opened his arms and you propped yourself on your elbows. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

You cupped his cheek and waited for him to kiss you.

He obliged. “Feels so good to taste me on your tongue.” He murmured, stroking your back.

“I haven’t even properly taken you in my mouth.” You quipped, slightly petty.

He smiled and grabbed his cock, placing the tip against your entrance. “I’ll make up for it.” He kissed your cheek. “Take your time.”

You nodded and lowered yourself slowly. Taking the first few inches was blissful, the lack of barrier making him slide easily.

“Fuck, it feels good.” He growled. “You feel so warm and tight, love. You feel fucking amazing.”

You purred as you took some more, the stretch becoming more difficult. Your inner muscles contracted, making you come to a halt.

“Holy fuck.” He murmured, his hips pushing in before he managed to control himself. “Sorry, Buttercup, so sorry.” He apologised as you flinched. He kissed your face repeatedly. “I’m so sorry.” He touched your cheek.

“It feels good, but I need to—” You took more of him. “Go slow.”

He nodded and felt your breast against his palm, hanging heavy, right there for him to reach and touch and fondle and suck. “Sure thing, love.” He looked into your eyes. “Tell me how I can make it better.”

You shook your head. “Just hold me, please.”

He wrapped you in his arms just as you took all of him, sitting on him. “Yes, ____. You are so perfect.”

You closed your eyes, breathing in through your mouth. Slowly, you started rotating your hips, feeling how his cock filled you, pulsating inside you. “Jinnie. I love you.”

“I love you too, Buttercup.” He spoke gently, assisting you as you started riding him, his fingers gripping your hips gently.

“You’re so hot.” You whined, biting your lip, watching as his face contorted in pleasure. “I love you so much,” you said with a whimper, your inner walls constricting around him.

“Stop getting tighter, it feels too good.” He whispered, chuckling in desperation.

“Don’t you wanna fill me up?” You looked at him, batting your eyelashes. “I want you to. Please.” You spoke through a pout, moving faster on him.

He closed his eyes and shook his head, trying to keep himself grounded.

You slowly rose to a sitting position, leaving the warmth of his embrace. “Don’t keep me waiting.” You provoked him, spreading your tiny hands over his insanely wide chest, your nails teasing him just a little. “I know you want to watch me drip in your cum.”

He exhaled heavily before giving a deep, breathy laugh, like a short series of hiccups. “You think you deserve my cum, you dirty slut?” He licked his lips, observing your tits shake right in front of his face before slapping them, earning a moan from you. “You really like them slapped, uh? Let’s see if you like spanks too.” He taunted before landing a heavy smack on your ass, enjoying the squeeze of your kegels. “And that pussy likes to clench me so tight.” He grinned, watching as your hand reached your clit, your eyes closed, your hair messy around your face. “Yeah, touch yourself, Buttercup.”

Your gaze met his, your chest blushing as your high approached. “I’m close.”

“It’s okay, keep touching yourself, love. I want you to feel good, honey.” His hips thrust in from beneath, making the stimulation more intense.

“I’m cumming,” you whimpered, leaning even more into your hand as your angle shifted, his cock hitting all the right spots inside you.

As soon as your body crashed on his, Seokjin caught you, holding you close while his throbbing cock kept pistoning in and out of you, focusing on making your orgasm last as he started zeroing in on his own.

“Keep it up, love,” he growled sternly while he felt his restraint slip, “I’m gonna get my slut sloppy with my cum, then I’m gonna lay her on her back and keep it plugged inside her while I fill her up some more.”

You only sobbed and squealed as you felt him get absolutely wild, growling as he gave messier strokes before sinking in deep and staying there, his cock pulsating and spilling his release inside your sensitive walls.

“Goodness, fuck, love. Never had a cunt this good.” He growled, holding his position for a minute, both of you exhausted and breathing heavily.

“Are you really going to do that?” You asked as soon as you came to your senses.

He blinked. “What?”

“The flipping on my back and going for round two?” You asked, parting from him just enough to look him in the face.

“Am I soft?” He asked you, arching an eyebrow.

You squeezed him with your kegels, his lower lip disappearing between his teeth as he felt you get impossibly tighter. “No.” You replied, looking into his dark gaze.

“Then you have your answer.” He smirked before executing his power move, your back hitting the sheets while he adjusted himself on top of you. “Grab the headboard. Hold on tight.” He said before sliding out and snapping his hips forward, his dick hitting the deepest corner of your sex.

“Oh, damn.”

He chuckled ruthlessly. “Damn right.” He replied cockily, slamming into you again, setting a fast, angry pace, watching your lips open wide, his cock coaxing cry after cry from your throat. “Are you gonna cum for me again? Milk this cock with your juicy cunt?”

You nodded helplessly, arching your chest up, trying to get his attention on your nipples.

He bent down obediently, giving you exactly what you were silently asking, his tongue laving your left areola in lazy, teasing licks. “Touch your clit.” He commanded, feeling his edge come around.

While his cock kept ramming in and out of you, his mouth went to your throat, biting you, his neck contorting as he tried to pay more attention to your sensitive skin.

Your fingers reached your clit just as he sunk his teeth in the soft curve of your bosom.

“Jin, please.” You croaked, your hips meeting his while the room filled with the sound of skin smashing against skin, the headboard thumping against the wall, the feet of the bed scraping against the floor, his laboured breath interrupting once you felt his cock spill inside you again with the strange, pleasurable sensation of his cum spurting against your walls.

You whimpered, hoping you could still cum one more time, but ready to give that up, if need be.

“Come on, Buttercup. One more. I know you can.” He said, staying inside you, arching off of you and slapping your breast again. “I know you’re still hungry for my cock. Give me one more, my lovely little slut. Gimme more, love. I’m waiting for you.” He said, watching your fingers work your clit furiously.

“Again, Jin.” You whimpered, your voice breaking.

“This?” He asked, hitting again.

“Yes, Jin, Yes. Please, Seokjin.” You begged. “Please, I love you, please, make it good. Please, please, please.” You cooed and chanted, so lost in pleasure you felt your high peak and before it shoved you tumbling downhill, pleasure making you soar and precipitate, like a small bird in a storm.

“Oh, you’re cumming, Buttercup.” He observed delivering small hits to your nipples before pinching one, then the other, tweaking them energetically but carefully.

“Jin.” You whimpered in a long moan.

“Oh, yes, ____. It’s me love. You’re with me, love.” He said, just as you tried getting closer to him, your hand resting on your mound while your other arm wrapped around him.

“I love you.” You whispered, your breath calming down. “I’ll never stop saying it.”

He rolled the both of you on your sides, looking at each other.

“I love you too, Buttercup.” He whispered, bringing you closer to him. “We’re both so messy.”

“The ice cream got so sticky.” You complained sadly, giving him a tired look.

“We should shower.” He considered, kissing your lips.

“You really feel like standing up?”

He eyed you eloquently. “I haven’t even slid out of you yet.”

You hummed. “Don’t want you to.” You mused, nuzzling into him.

“We need to clean you up.” He said, stroking your hair fondly. “My adorable messy slut.” He said with the expression and tone of the most affectionate praise.

You purred under his touch, feeling something flutter in your guts. “Don’t say it if you’re not going to torture me afterwards.”

He chuckled. “Let’s clean you up and get some rest. I’ll give you round three if you behave.”

“And then I can blow you for round four?” You asked, eyes bright and inquisitive.

He outright laughed, the sound making you laugh too. “Maybe.” He said, cupping your cheek and pulling out of you slowly, grabbing his boxers to clean you up as delicately as possible before you both stood and walked to the bathroom.

Seokjin woke up around five am, his alarm telling him it was time to get ready for Sunday shift. He would come back in time to make you breakfast — and maybe make love to you afterwards.

Switching off the alarm, he slid out of your grip, your arm thrown possessively around his waist.

He caressed your face before kissing your forehead and stepping away, knowing that it would take a catastrophe to take himself away from you if he lingered for too long.

Your eyes opened when the alarm stopped, watching his back as he disappeared into the bathroom.

When he came back, he was fully dressed, only his shoes and coat missing. You opened your eyes as he pressed his lips to your cheek. “Bakery?” You asked. “Don’t you have someone for the morning shift?”

He shook his head. “I’ve been considering getting some help. At least for a couple mornings a week.”

You hummed and nodded. “I can come along if you need.”

He denied. “Stay here. I wanna find you sleepy and cosy when I come back. Remember round five?”

You smiled and hid into the pillow. “Yes, please.”

He smiled along. “Good. Go back to sleep, Buttercup. We’re going on our first date today.”

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[coffeecakefanfics]

The 1,001 Clichés of A Teenage Romance (Peter Parker x Fem!Reader)

Studying with Ned was nothing new to Peter, but actually stopping by ‘Kay’s Coffee and bakery’ for coffee was.  The coffee shop sat two buildings down from his apartment and Aunt May would stop in before work every morning.  With her day off she asked Peter and Ned to run and get her a coffee and whatever they’d like.  

It was a typical coffee shop, the walls were painted a muted cream and the tables were a beautiful sturdy oak.  There were pictures of New York plastered on the wall along with a big picture of the “Kay” family.  Behind the counter was a menue board along with a black board with the desserts of the day scribbled in pink and yellow chalk.  

“Good morning, welcome to Kay’s Coffee and Bakery where every cup is brewed fresh and every baked good is homemade how can I help yo- Oh hey I know you two from school,”  The girl stood behind the counter.  She had a smile on her face.  She wore a plain black long sleeve with a small Kay’s logo on the left breast.  The half apron she wore was black and the name tag was pinned to the top ‘Y/N’

“We have Calc, bio, and english together and im pretty sure we share a lunch break too,” she beamed.

“Oh yeah you’re in drama and on the volleyball team right?” Ned kind of lit up.

“Yup, and i’m in knowledge bowl, student council, and they’re trying to get me to join prom planning,” she kind of laughed. Peter recognized her alright, she was the top hitter on the volleyball team, he remembers watching her last season with MJ. 

“You stay busy then?” Peter piped up this time.

“Well I mean between school, clubs, and work i’m surprised I have time for anything else,” She took a deep breath at that. “So, what can I get you guys?”

“I need an,” Peter looked at the text May had sent him, “Iced French Vanilla with Extra Extra Cream and white chocolate syrup and a coffee cake muffin” he finished and peeked up at the girl who was already brewing the drink. 

“So you’re the famous nephew huh?” she teased as she poured the creamer into the cup. Peters face went flush and he started to stutter

“I-well I uh”

“It’s fine, I think it’s sweet.  She tells me how good you take care of her and the trouble you get in to.  It’s honestly one of my favorite parts of my morning.  Everyone else is suuuch a drag,” She laughed and slid the drink and muffin across the counter. “Anything else?”

“We don’t really drink coffee,” Peter turned to Ned. “do you want anything?”

“Yeah can I have a hot chocolate?”  He asked.

“Of course, plain or with extras, extras are free of charge except espresso shots”

“However you like it is fine”

“alright that’ll be $8.27 thank you,” she took the cash, gave them change and went to making the drink. 

“May We’re back” Peter called into the apartment.  May came almost running from the couch to grab her coffee. 

“You are a life saver,” she kissed the top of his head.

“Come oonn” he gently pushed her back.

“Where’s Ned?”

“He had to go home, something about a new episode of a show, I don’t know” He flopped onto the chair cockeyed to the couch.

“She’s cute right?” May smirked and set her drink down.

“I mean yeah, She’s pretty, but she’s also popular,” he shrugged. 

“Peter, baby, she has a job and a full ride to MIT, not to mention she likes a lot of the same dorky stuff you do,” she shifted and looked at him. “You haven’t been on a date in years Pete, why not go now?” she poked.

“She probably already has someone, I mean she is popular, remember?”

“I think you should go for it, get out of the house,” The conversation ended there. Peter laid in bed that night thinking about how he’d spot her in class or in the halls.  She was pretty, but she was also busy, he didn’t want to mess with her schedule. 

Lunch rooms are the devil, they’re clique filled and loud, but the only time he can actually talk to his friends. 

“Come on you KNOW that padme just lost the will to live,” How the topic started none of them new all they new was Peter and Ned were going at it again and MJ wanted out. “Dude she just gave up, her husband joined the darkside, face the facts”

“Actually, Palpatine took her life force for Anakin, Padme was a strong woman who fought for what was right, she wouldn’t just leave her babies alone,” Y/n jumped in and sat next to MJ. Ned and Peter looked at each other and back at the girl.

“What i’m popular not uncultured,” she laughed. “Okay MJ I need some serious help with knowledge bowl studying”

“Y/n, I love you, I do, but I’m busy this week, I have a ton of homework because Mr. Braun decided to be a dick, I’m sorry,” MJ spoke remorsefully.

“My meet is monday, it’s going to decide who goes to state, is there no way you can help,” Y/n pleaded with her friend.

“I’m sorry, I am, but I can’t fail this class”

“You’re right I’m sorry, if you need help studying or doing homework i’ll help you” She smiled and went to stand. 

“Peter can help,” Ned blurted

“I can?” Peter turned his head sharply.

“He can, he has a stark internship until 6 but after that he’s free,” Ned motioned with his eyes from Peter to the Girl.  

“I-uh-I, yeah I can help,” he stuttered and flushed.

“Peter you really don’t have to,” she gave him a sympathetic look.

“Yeah no, it’s uh, no problem,” he smiled awkwardly.

“You just saved my life, I owe you.  I’ll meet you at the coffee shop and we can go to my place after okay?” she beamed.  Peter liked her smile, it was bright. 

“Of course” he grinned. 

“Y/N, Game plan!” One of the other girls called.

“Sorry, I have to go but tonight at 6,” she lit up as she grabbed her tray and jogged over to her friends.

“What the fuck?” peter turned to Ned.

“I saw how you looked at her at the coffee shop, and you haven’t been on a date in years. it’s my job as a wing man to help you get dates,” Ned shrugged and took a bite of the sandwich in front of him. Peter sighed and pulled his phone out.

P:Hey May, I’m helping a friend study I won’t be home till late

M:You’re not patrolling are you?

P:No, I’m seriously helping a friend study

M:Stay safe, I sent you $10 for dinner <3

The streets were dim when Peter walked up to the shop.  She stood locking the door.

“Hey” He called.

“Peter Hi,” she grinned and waved. 

“So um, y-your place?” he tugged at his straps. 

“Yeah, I live in those apartments right there,” she nodded at the building two doors down.

“Wait, what? so do I, how come I never see you?” he turns to her. 

“I usually take the fire escape home, I hate walking through the lobby, and I can sneak in without having to talk to my family,” she laughed. “Not that they’re bad people, I just get over worked and don’t want to take it out on them” they walked into the lobby and got in the elevator.

“Don’t worry about them being home, I live with my dad and he’s on a business trip,” she unlocked the door and let Peter walk in.  It was cleanly decorated with neutral greys, whites and blacks. 

“This is nice,” he lets his eyes wander the apartment.

“Yeah, it’s how my mom liked it,” she smiled sadly.  Peter remembers it happening, it was one of the attacks on New York, The avengers couldn’t get everyone out in time, 3 people had died that day.

“I’m sorry for your loss”

“I’m not, she’s why I do what I do” The girl smiles and kicks her shoes off, “my room is back here, it’s way cooler than this,” she laughs and drags him to her room.  Warm LED lights illuminate the room.  Peter spins and looks at all the posters and figurines scattered around the room.  The walls are decorated with posters of various animes and shows. He turns to the tv stand and sees shelves full of games. 

“Told you I’m cultured,” she teases and sits on the bed. Peter sits next to her.  She pulls out her laptop and plugs a flash drive into it. 

“So this will give you questions and the answer, I get a point if I get it right,” she smiles and spins the screen to him. “thanks for doing this, by the way,” she adjusts and holds a decorative pillow to her chest.

They had been at this for nearly two hours she was growing frustrated and uneasy.

“Who wrote A farewell to Arms?”

“Hemmingway” she looed pleadingly

“Yes,” he beamed and went to click next.

“I can’t anymore, I’m done,” she flopped back on the bed. “This sucks” she yells muffled by her pillow.

“Then why keep doing it?” he closes the laptop. She sits up and pushes her hair out of her face. 

“That is a topic for a different level of friendship,” she smirks and looks him over.  She had had a crush on him forever, and by forever she means since last year.  She admired how his eyes kind of drifted around the room. 

“Do you need to go home yet?” she asked. His eyes jumped back to her and locked. 

“No, I live two floors down so it’ll only take a minute to get home”

“Do you want to play a game or watch a movie?” she asked, getting up and grabbing the controller. His face kind of flushed. “A-a movie is fine”

“What? scared I’ll kicked your ass or something?” she smirked.

“No way I just don’t want to make you cry when I beat you,” he joked cockily with her.

“Oh you’re on Parker, Injustice 2?” she looked back at him and he nodded.

“Black Canary is way to OP this is bullshit,” Peter throws his hands up. Y/N laid laughing at him.  His phone cut the laughter short.

“it’s May sorry,” he picked up the phone. “Peter it’s 10 pm where are you?!” she called into the line.

“there’s no way it’s-” he looked at his watch. “Oh shit, May I’m sorry i’m coming down now,” he hung up.

“I’m sorry I didn’t realize how late it is,” he scrambled to grab his stuff. 

“Fire escape is faster than the lobby, there’s a window to the hallway if you go to the right” she grabbed his phone and bag for him. 

“i had fun,” he smiled at her.

“I did too, especially since I kicked your ass at injustice,” she smirked.

“I’ll see you at school monday?” he asked.

“Um, I’m free saturday if you want to come over, we can play games or watch a movie or something? I’ll get us pizza or-” she trailed off.

“I’d love to,” he blushed.

“It’s a date,” she smiled and opened her window. Peter stepped out onto the landing. 

“Hey peter?” she called and he turned to her.  She leaned out and kissed his cheek. “A little something for the road,” she held something wrapped in white paper to him. He shut the door to his apartment. 

“There you are, I was worried sick,” May scolded.

“I was upstairs with a friend, I’m sorry we lost track of time.  He set the paper on the counter and opened it.  A fresh coffee cake was sitting in a small box with a note

‘For May and Peter’ 

[kissmetae]

Right time

x Taehyung

❧ AU: You and your boyfriend try it without protection for the first time, allowing him to finally indulge in his hidden fetish...

|| RAW SMUT | 2.1k | x reader | masterlist in bio ||

❧ Disclaimer: This is fiction. Actions and events in these stories are often exaggerated and to a certain degree unrealistic.  Please have this in consideration when reading fiction, especially if it includes sexual content.

❧ Rating: EXPLICIT || shameless sexual content

❧ Smut features: Impreg fetish, cum fetish, top!Tae, dirty talk, grinding, body worship (towards Tae), detailed, “keeping it in”... it gets weird but sweet, rough, use of cock ring lol, creaming, creampie and more...

❧ A/N: This is raw smut from start to finish. Requested by anon & anon 

His soft pink lips moved slowly over the skin of your neck.

His kisses were delicate, pressing sweetly and leaving with a gentle smacking sound. The round freckled tip of his nose brushed against your jaw as the trail travelled higher.

 Taehyung's beautiful hands were squeezing at your waist, moving your top higher and higher with each kiss.

 His soft breathing tickled beneath your ear and an eager hand suddenly slid up under your top and squeezed your breast firmly.

 He hummed, his deep voice only making you crave him more...

You tangled a hand in his hair and he moved even closer to you.

 You were lying on your back on the large bed and Taehyung was pressed up against your side, gently grinding his bulge against your thigh.

 He was so needy...

In fact he had been needy for days without telling you.

Ever since you had the talk he couldn't get it off of his mind.

It turned it him on...

He knew he had a thing for it, but being in touch with his fetish this close only made him realize how much he had supressed it before and how much it turned him on now when it was out...

 He whimpered against your ear, rubbing himself harder and moving a hand to your clothed lowers to create friction with his palm.

 "Let’s do it" he begged. "Please... I'm so ready... I can't take it anymore..."

 The frustration within him was unbearable.

The ring was tight around the base of his length, making his straining erection even more swollen.

 He had prepared....

Refraining from touch, refraining from your gorgeous body and holding back the best he could in order to build up... But this night he just couldn't withstand it any longer and the ring did the opposite of soothing his aching need to cum.

 It all started a few days ago...

How the topic came about he didn't remember but you ended up talking about sex. He hadn't admitted it but he really enjoyed being able to talk about i comfortably. Maybe it was the knowledge of the topic being somewhat "forbidden" that enticed him.

Regardless, along the way in the conversation the topic was brought up wither you should stop using protection.

He was immediately on board, wanting to feel you raw and be able to cum inside you and knowing your body would keep it and claim it, instead of it being hindered by the condom.

There was of course 'that' risk... but that was the whole point.

You were both ready.

Long-gone ready and as ready as you could ever be to risk 'that' to happen to you. Of course Taehyung wanted it more than anything... but on the other side of it all, his fetish was awaken.

 Call it un-classy and straight up sinfully disgusting perhaps ... but the concept of breeding turned him on beyond his control.

There was just something about it... a sense of pride. A pride that he and only him could impregnate you with his own to create something beautiful.

But right now it wasn't about the beautiful.

It was about the nasty, lust-filled need and longing for the sense of pride to hear you moan as he gave you a part of him.

 He felt himself throb and bit his lower lip hard.

He would break and lose control if he didn't stop now, but the curve of your thigh against him gave the best sensation... but it was nothing compared to the temptation of the unknown sensation.

 Taehyung quickly sat up by your side.

Your thighs were clenched tight and you were well aware of how wet you probably were by now.

The sight and sound of your lover rubbing himself against you for pleasure is nothing but arousing...

The sound of his sweet deep groans as his need grew stronger and the imagines it triggered your mind to have.

 His long slender fingers unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them down your thighs along with your panties. His hands were hasty, rushing to get them off and tossed the two pieces of clothing to the floor.

 You sat up, crossing your arms and pulling your top off your head, tossing it to the floor as well along with the dismissed clothing. As you reached behind to unhook your bra Taehyung grabbed a hold of the hem of his sweats and you couldn't look away if your life depended on it...

You could clearly tell the lines through the fabric and how he wasn't wearing any underwear...

Apart from that his shirt was already long gone on the floor thanks to your eager hands.

 His upper body was a sculpted work of art.

Broad toned shoulders, distinct collarbones and a wide chest shaping the top of his V shaped torso. Soft honey golden skin, huggable and lean with a vague line by the hips and a thin trail of dark short hair leading from his belly button down.

 He was careful in his movement at first, carefully pulling down and helping himself with his free hand before yanking them down his thighs and kicking them off, revealing his long toned legs.

 But your eyes were focused on something else.

 His distinct almost heart shaped tip was a deep shade of pink caused by the black rubber by the base.

Had he been wearing a cock ring? For how long? No wonder he was so needy...

 He felt confident seeing you stare.

He knew you were attracted to him, just like he was attracted to you.

His eyes kept moving from your face to your breasts to your hip and back.

You licked your lips as they began to feel dry...

 The faint veins stood out more than usual and a drop of clear thick fluid was slowly leaking from his tip and down the head.

 Your heart was beating significantly harder, your inner thighs were glistening and your lips were slightly parted.

 He pulled his hair back with a comb of his hand through it and you practically felt ready to faint then and there from arousal and attraction.

 Taehyung swallowed and your eyes moved to his thick neck.

 This was all too much... 

How could someone be this attractive all at once? Not only had his personality captivated you but his appearance was a top tier bonus of its own.

 His hands suddenly reached out and grabbed your shoulders, pushing you back down on the bed with him on top of you on all fours.

No words were spoken but his lips were parted as well, looking more kissable than ever.

 His expression reflected what his lower area clearly showed... lust.

Lust and hunger.

But with a tiny hint of shyness to it.

 But it was all blown away when his lips suddenly came crashing down against yours in a heated kiss.

 Your hands reached for his cheeks, desperate to pull him closer. But the quickly escaped into his black curly locks, causing him to hum against the kiss in pleasure.

 There was no time for nothing more.

 He reluctantly pulled away from the kiss and pushed your thighs further apart so he could get in between them and your heart beat raced even more.

 He grabbed his thick dick with his hand, moving closer and positioned himself by your wet entrance, unable to wait anymore to feel you around him.

 His tip touched against you, pushing against your entrance and sliding in ever so slightly before his hands landed on your hips.

 With a deep groan he pushed.

Sliding in with the tip and half way in, stretching you.

Your core hugged him tight and you were already desperate to feel him fill you fully and deep.

 Taehyung moved to lie down on his forearms on top of you with his hands clinging to your side and nuzzled his face against your neck.

 With a hard thrust along with the sexiest grunt you had probably ever heard he pushed in all the way. Really pushing... he wanted to get in all the way and it was ringing every bell within you and making your arousal leak over him.

 His breathing was shaky and you held your hand pressed against his toned back.

 It felt so much better to feel him raw... the pleasure was the same but the emotional intimacy was on a whole other level.

 He pulled back and out, barely at all and thrusted back in, picking up a steady rhythm of short hard thrusts.

Each one was on the border for him... the pleasure and the ring was going to make him cum too fast, he knew it would...

A few thrusts and he was ready to explode? He shamed himself.

"Pathetic!" He scolded in his head, forcing himself to hold it until you were close at least.

 But doing this only caused him to be more vocal, whimpering loud and long with heavy moans.

To you it felt heavenly.

He thrusted faster, longer stroked but just as deep, making you feel almost euphoric as you leaned your head back.

 You held him pressed close and his head nuzzled against your neck gave you a limited view over his shoulder of his bare behind moving against you.

You had to suggest sex in front of a mirror some time... seeing it was a turn-on on its own.

 Taehyung's movements were greedy.

He fucked you hard, releasing anything and everything with each thrust that had bothered his mind.

"Your body feels amazing." He managed to groan between the heavy breathes.

 You couldn't see, neither could Taehyung but you could feel very well how he had managed to make you cream on his dick.

The thrusts felt more slick and he went even faster.

"Fuck." He groaned.

 "Taehyung..." you pleaded.

 You felt the build up getting heavier and heavier and the muscles in your legs were tensing.

 "I can feel it baby... I'm going to cum so hard." His voice was deeper than usual.

He moaned, hitting his hips harder against you with his lips by your ear.

"You're going to get every drop baby." He ensured. "I'm going to fill you up you up so good."

 His words only made it harder for you to contain yourself and you could feel the tension building up within even more and you were struggling to hold it.

"I... I'm going to cum..." You whimpered, moving your hands to his flexed biceps and squeezing them hard.

 The words alone were a relief for him.

Finally.

He thrusted harder, focusing deep and not daring to pull out any more than half way.

The pounding was enough to break your tension.

 He was letting go, all his focus now was his release.

You moaned his name again and he smirked, hitting a few more times before your orgasm claimed you hard and made your muscles tightening hard around him.

Another cursing fell from his lips, this time in Korean.

 Your breathing was heavy and your release felt like a long awaited hard finish as it all let go. 

Taehyung's thrusted in deep a final time, remaining still and pushing in when his voice failed him and he moaned loudly as he came hard and heavily.

 His breathing was so rapid you were almost concerned that he was hyper ventilating at one point when his body fell heavily on top of you.

 You could feel it...

The warmth and the throbbing...

He rocked his hips gently, letting out the entirety of his release as he began to calm down.

 "Are you ok?" He panted, whispering.

"I feel amazing..." you assured and caressed his messy curls.

"I don't think I've- ever cum this hard." He confessed, still a little out of breath.

 "It feel different."

He nodded and caressed your sides with a soft hum.

"I want to stay inside a little more... to make sure."

"Make sure of what?"

"That nothing spills out... It would be sexy seeing it leak down your thighs but I want all of it to stay in."

"How come?" You asked with a sly smile, still caressing his head.

"I like the thought of my cum being in you... and the risk of making you pregnant with my child..." 

You already knew the answer, but hearing him say it excited you.

"All we can do is hope."

"No. I'll make sure of it..."

 After a while of relaxing cuddling Taehyung carefully pulled out slowly.

As his tip slipped out you leaked slightly, unavoidable of course but Taehyung was quick to grab his pillow and placed it under you to angel your hips up.

The hormones that came with his release had washed over him hard and he turned into an overprotective huggable boyfriend in the span of a minute.

 He placed a soft kiss at your cheek before resting his head against your shoulder and placed his hand over your lower abdomen and began soothingly caressing the area. All while you traced your nails up and down the back of his neck in a relaxing manner. 

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Allow me to formally introduce my wonderfully busty booby boi, Haru-kun!

This piece was done by the ever fantastic Sealguy, over on twitter. 

Since tumblr may downsize the image, you can see the full sized one here. Also, since the extra text here is a big wall, I’ll put his profile under a cut.

He's an energetic, boobtastic femboy who is the face and voice of a huge fashion and cosmetics company, called B ♂ I, aka "Boi". One of the products his company is most famous for is the Nanite Silicone & Saline implant system, as well as Nanite-enhanced "Real Sensation" Breast Forms, the latter of which, when attached to the skin with the matching gel, allows you to feel the fake boobs as if they were your own!

Haru-kun also developed a mobile app that controls the implants to inflate or deflate via nanite manipulation to just about possible size, limits only given by the wearer! Size Limit upgrades are a one-time payment based on personal income. What a nice guy! Rumour says that Haru-kun is related to a certain white fox woman, who is known to utilize magical science for various purposes... how mysterious.~

Beauty and youth like a living doll have given the boy a lot of attention in the cosmetics industries, and he admits that the nanites he uses for this company he also freely uses and modifies in his own time, which have since made him eternally youthful in appearance. One of his many mottos in life is "Plastic is Fantastic~!", which of course is one of the few slogans B ♂️ I is known for. Despite his appearance, Haru-kun is roughly 20 years old, give or take a year, though he appears no older than 17, the product of genetics and nanite enhancements. Another rumour in the naughtier tabloids state Haru-kun indulges in Sexdoll TF play... After all, Plastic is Fantastic.~

Stats:

Full name: Katou Haru (Surname / Given name)

Age: About 20, appears physically younger however.

Height: 5' (5'6 with normal heels, 5'10 with the more extreme ones)

Weight: "I won't tell~!" [ He's about 56kg (123.4 lbs) + 7kg (15.4 lbs) for boob weight on average though that can increase ]

Ethnicity: Japanese

Favourite Food: Smoked Salmon w/ Cream Cheese Sushi (Philadelphia roll), Inarizushi (Fried tofu pouches filled with sweet rice), pink salmon, and steaks.

A few weird and/or fun facts!

- Haru-kun's surname only came to me as I was writing this bio, and is the name of a doujin artist I love, Katou Jun. Cute traps, femboys, and shemales all around, mph!

- Haru-kun's origin started back when I finally picked up Pokémon Silver and Crystal for my 3DS a little over a year ago or so. I thought "If I'm gonna be playing a boy, I'm gonna be a cute femboy with big fake tits and date the red-head rival". Thus, Haru-kun was born as a joke character that became real, just like Nagisa-nii! How about that!

- In Pokémon, Haru-kun's signature Pokémon are a Feraligatr named Nagisa, and outside of gen2, a shiny male Gardevoir named Mitsuru, which is Wally's Japanese name! He's a Poképhiliac, as one would expect. He often calls his Feraligatr "Daddy gator"... he's lewd.

- Haru-kun is also an extension of myself, hitting my desire to be "a cute shota-esque femboy and feminized into a sissy bimboy slut. As such, he's basically my boy self, despite being so girly. "I''m totally a guy, duh!" denial and such is cute as fuck.

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And Chocolate for Dinner - Namjoon

Pairing: Namjoon x reader (nicknamed Vixen)

Wordcount: 3.7k

Genre: smut, fluff

Rating: 18+ 

Hello babies, very NSFW Namjoon birthday fic right here! (Minors DO NOT READ OR INTERACT, PLEASE)

I won’t even say anything because I’ve just finished editing the banner and I’m honestly NOT in the right state of mind, still shocked from yesterday’s selfie AND that interview, you know what I’m talking about.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: very daddy. A lot. Heavy food play. Unprotected sex within an established relationship (please, be careful y’all!) Fingering. Buff, daddy Namjoon. (did I say daddy?) Wall banging ;). Mentions of oral. Size kink. Also a small mention of YoongixKitten... LOL.  

Wordcount: 3.7k

Here is my masterlist

And here a kind reminder that you should probably vote for the next prompt (check my bio for the link) :)

Enjoy!

"Vixen, baby I'm home!" Namjoon called from the entry.

You stayed in the kitchen — not like you had any choice. 

"Baby, are you home?" He called again, following the light in the corridor. "Holy fuck babe, yeah."

Yes, he had found you. 

At the kitchen table. 

Scratch that. On the kitchen table. 

Naked. 

A chocolate cake for two propped on your belly, together with a fancy silver fork. 

"Happy birthday, love." You greeted from the table, moving only as much as the cake allowed. 

"Fuck, is this a dream?" He asked, wide eyed, his incredulous expression quickly shifting to a big and ecstatic smile. 

"It's your birthday, daddy. I just tried making one of your wishes come true." You teased. 

"Vixen, love, I'm going to spoil you rotten, baby." He said, taking a seat. "You trust me with the silverware on you?" He asked, surprised. 

"There’s a small plastic disk at the base of the cake. Plus you're old now, mister, time to learn some manners. I'm not going to let you eat with your hands." You chastised. "I'll need those for later." You teased. 

He winked at you. "I can eat dessert before dinner?" He asked, happy like a three year old who'd just been granted ice cream for dinner. 

"This is just an appetiser. A snack." You said, carefully pointing to the cake. "And this is the whole meal." You said, your hand waving down your naked body. 

His belly laugh echoed in the kitchen. 

"Then let me start quick so we can move on to the main course. I've heard the house offers excellent fox meat tonight."

You smiled brightly at him as he bent down to your lips. “I love you so much, little one.” He pressed a kiss to your mouth, then to your forehead. “You have no idea how much.”

“Eat quick, the chocolate sauce is starting to melt and it tickles like hell.” You begged.

He smiled wickedly, grabbing the fork. “Last time I checked tickling turned you on, babylove.”

You pouted, watching him cut some cake and take the first bite. “It wouldn’t be ideal for me to break into a fit of giggles right now.” You commented. 

He nodded, taking another bite. “I’m sorry, love.” He confessed. “How ungrateful of me to tease you after such a beautiful surprise.” With his spare hand he caressed your hair, then touched your lips. “You’re so precious to me, little one.” He bent down again, his chocolate stained lips landing on yours.

You licked his lips sweetly, as innocently as possible. “Do you like your cake?” You asked, faking demureness, waiting for nothing but his praise.

“I love it, little one. But I love the plate way, way more.” 

Carefully he took a piece of cake to your lips. “Taste some, baby.” He said, feeding you a piece a bit too big, especially considering that you were laying down. 

“Sorry, doll. I fed you too much, uh?” He caressed your face as you munched, cheeks full, gulping with difficulty. “Want something to drink, ____?”

You kept munching, shaking your head delicately. 

You inhaled sharply as a droplet of chocolate slipped onto your belly. “Joon.” You whined.  

“Yes.” He ate another bite. He was halfway through the small cake. 

“Chocolate. Near my belly button. Quick, please.” You said, your lower abs twitching as the sauce tickled you. 

He raised an eyebrow at you, his eyelids lowered in a sultry gaze. 

Slowly, he lowered his face to your skin, licking you seductively. 

“Joonie.” You whimpered. “It tickles daddy.”

“I’m sorry, little one.” He went back to the cake, making eye contact as he started the other half. “Do you want another piece, baby? A small one, this time.” He said, blushing slightly as he remembered his previous mistake.

“Please.” 

He brought the fork to your mouth, the piece maybe accidentally falling on your chest. “Oh, sorry baby fox.” He said with faux guilt in his voice. 

You pouted. 

“Here,” he said, collecting the piece with his lips and offering it to yours. Your kiss felt heavy with chocolate sauce, slippery and sticky. His mouth made you want indecent things. 

“That’s so good, Joonie.” You mewled, your legs squeezing together. 

“Is my babylove growing impatient?” He teased, caressing your hip. 

You nodded, your face made up with the sweetest, childish disappointment, a bratty remark ready on your lips. 

“Open your legs, Vixen.” He commanded. He smeared his fingers in chocolate, drawing a line between your breasts, up to your mouth. He tapped his digits on your lower lip, inviting you to suck on him. 

You carried out his intention, offering up even more, licking his fingertips deviously. 

“Look at that doll mouth,” he praised with wonder in his voice. “Yeah, baby, take it all.”

You nodded, proud. 

“That’s it, baby fox. Lick ‘em clean.” He continued. 

Wetness oozed from your slit, coating your thighs, condensation gathering on the table. 

“You’re so hot, Vixen. So incredibly sexy.” He murmured as he lapped at the chocolate line he had drawn on your body. 

You parted your legs obediently. “Now what, daddy?” You said, biting your lip with a lazy grin. 

He kissed the small snake tattooed on your pelvis. “You smell so good, baby thing.” 

He took a bite of the cake directly with his mouth, heading south. 

You grabbed his hair, pulling him away roughly as you needed to stop him quickly. “That’s not safe, love.” You chastised seriously. “Sugars mess up the natural balance down there.”

He listened carefully and nodded. “Sorry. I didn’t know.” He murmured, coming up to your mouth. 

You giggled as you noticed some crumbles on the tip of his nose. “It’s okay. Dork.” You giggled, cleaning the crumbles away with your finger, eating them from your digit. 

He shook his head, tutting at you. “Vixen, baby. Do you want to play a game?” He asked, peppering small kisses on you. 

You raised your eyebrows, curiosity running through your veins. “What is it?”

“Would you like to touch yourself? Get ready for me?” He offered?

Stretch yourself out. That’s what he meant. You were most definitely getting fucked after this one, and apparently not in the loving, soft way you had expected.

You tried reaching for your pelvis without knocking the cake over. Carefully calculating the angle of your elbow, you successfully managed to touch your clit, nodding. 

“Good girl.” He kissed your nose. “Always such a good girl for daddy.” He cooed, caressing your cheek. 

“I’m so wet, daddy.” You whined, your fingers almost too slippery over our clit. 

“That’s because you’ve been a good girl.” He explained with a condescending tone. 

You rolled your eyes. 

“Baby is getting petty, uh?” He growled, “You were doing so good, little one. You wouldn’t want to get daddy angry when you’re so close, mh?” He put down the fork on your belly, the cold metal slightly warmed up by his grip, then he laid his head beside your ear. “I can turn this into torture, babylove. I can make you touch yourself until I finish the cake. And I’m feeling a little full, so I might take a pause, wait a while, and continue eating later.” He whispered before raising to his feet, taking a couple steps away. “Maybe I might finish it tomorrow morning for breakfast.” He announced nonchalantly.

“I’m sorry, daddy. I’m a spoiled brat.” You cried out, afraid of seeing him leave. 

He turned around, raising an eyebrow, clenching his jaw, observing you. He came back and sat down, cupping your cheek. “You’re forgiven, love.”

He picked up his fork again. “I need you to cum, Vixen. Stop toying with it.” He said, using his spare hand to guide the hand between your thighs. 

You whimpered. “Daddy.”

He kept eating, unbothered. “Yes, babylove?”

“I want you inside.”

“Then make yourself cum, so I can finish the cake and fuck you against the wall, baby fox.”

Your hand stilled. “Against the wall?”

“I promised you I would.” He replied.

You made a small “o” with your lips, which soon turned into a smug grin as you began to move your hand in earnest. He mimicked your expression, mocking you, before eating a smaller bite of cake. He was temporizing. 

“Daddy.” This time you moaned. 

“What is it, little one?”

“Can you please kiss me, daddy?” You pleaded. 

He smiled at you kind and gentle. “With pleasure, baby.” He gave you a taste of his lips, kissing your lower one, the corner of your mouth. 

And then you felt it, the intrusion of his fingers inside you. 

You whined out loud, mouth opening wide, and smartly he covered your mouth with his, his tongue tangling with yours in a drooly mess. 

Parting from you, he whispered: “Don’t worry, it’s my clean hand.” He reassured you, kissing where your jaw met your neck, under your ear. 

“I love you, Joonie.” You whispered as you slowly climbed to your climax, trying to ride his fingers.

Using his spare hand to hold your face, dwarfing your head, he looked you in the eye, staring half worried, half turned on at your helpless expression. “Relax, baby. You’re safe with me.”

His deep voice, the sweet comfort of his words helped you take the final leap off the edge, precipitating into the dark spiral of your orgasm. 

You came silently while his forearm blocked you from buckling your hips wildly and throwing the cake off yourself. You moved your hand away as he kept massaging your inner walls, stretching you properly to make sure he wouldn’t hurt you later. “Tell me when it’s too much, ____.” He reminded you.

You enjoyed it another five seconds or so before caressing his face. “Okay, Joonie.”

He nodded, taking his fingers away from you and immediately pushing them in his mouth, moaning with his eyes closed. “The fucking sweetest.” He growled with affection as he freed his fingers. Sitting on the table beside you, he caught hold of the plastic disk, lifting the cake from your belly, moving his other hand behind your shoulders to raise you up. 

“Come here, Vixen. My sweet angel.” He propped you up on his shoulder as he found the fork. With his arm around you, he fed you the remnant quarter of the cake. “You need your energies, babylove.” He kissed your temple as he fed you. “You’re amazing, princess.” He praised you. He had always had a kink for praising you after sex. Well, after any sexual activity. “Are you okay, Vixen?” He murmured, putting the dish on the table before holding you close to him, careful not to smash the chocolate work of art — or what was left of it.

You nodded. “I’m just a bit fucked out.” You giggled. 

“Do you want a shower and sleep?” He asked. Sure, he was hard as hell, but that was not the point. 

“I want you against the wall.” You murmured. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed how buff you’ve been getting, mister.” You teased, asking yourself whether you had any sense of self preservation, considering that you were still fucked out but you were already searching for more. 

He laughed. “You’ve noticed?”

You nodded. “Have you been doing that to fuck me against the wall?” You asked. 

“For that reason too.” He admitted. “I love feeling healthy. And being strong enough to take care of my baby is most definitely another pro of this situation.” Once more he took hold of the plate, feeding you again. “You mentioned you were interested.” He whispered quietly. “I wanted to give it to you.”

You looked at him wide eyed. “Well, of course it’s a fantasy, but you don't have to make it happen.”

He bit his lip, insecure. Maybe you didn’t want it anymore. He frowned. “But I wanted to.” he objected. 

It was your turn to caress his face, stealing the fork from his hand, taking half of the last bite for yourself, his gaze focused on your sinful mouth. As you swallowed, you took the last piece and brought it to his lips. He ate. “I love you, Namjoon. And if getting buff is your goal I’ll stand by it and root for you.” You encouraged. “But don’t you ever feel like you have to get thicker to keep me interested in you. Or to make me attracted by you.” You removed the fork and the cake from your action zone, then, with a motion of your foot, you made him slide off the table and stand at the edge of it. 

You noticed with immense pleasure that his trousers were significantly strained. You straddled his hips. 

“I’m attracted by what’s in here.” You said, your polished nail tapping against his temple. “And here.” You said, dragging your fingernail against his sternum. “The package is cute, sure, but it’s not what I feel in the dark, when I tell you I love you before I fall asleep.” You murmured, your voice getting emotional. “I’m so in love with you.” You said, grabbing his face and kissing him. He tried to bring you closer. 

“Off with the shirt. Chocolate stains.” You explained, gripping and tugging at the dark cotton of his black tee. 

His hands helped you, then flew to your hair, bringing you closer, chest to chest. 

“The zipper, baby, please.” He groaned, almost pained. 

You nodded, kissing him again, your “sorry love” getting lost on your mouths. As you undid his belt you felt your hands tremble nervously, just like the first time. 

“Baby, please.” He whined again. 

“I can’t, love.” You growled, frustrated, shoving your hands away. 

He chuckled. "Baby's impatient. God, your hands shake every time, ____." He undid his belt and slapped your hands away as you tried to take over with the zipper. "How many times, Vixen? In the last ten months you've seen my cock more than I have." He teased as he undressed before you. 

"Joonie. Naked. Now." You chastised. 

His chest shook with laughter. "I'm here, my love." As soon as he rose, you looped your arms around his neck, tucking your face under his chin. “Here, baby.” He murmured sweetly. “You’re so cute when you act shy.” He continued, kissing your head. 

“You’re too tall.” You whispered from his chest.

He shook his head with a snicker. “Your size kink is out of the world, babygirl, don’t pretend you don’t like how big I am.”

“I hate when you’re right.” You said, puckering your lips. 

He tilted your head back. “I love you, you dumb little fox.” He whispered playfully. 

Shutting your eyes tight, you hid in his chest even more. 

“Tell me how you want me, little vixen.” He whispered in your ear after ducking his head.

“Inside. Now.” You protested. 

He caressed your face. “Here, on the table?” He asked.

You nodded. “You can just pick me up and turn around and do me against the wall when I’m close.” You instructed. That position was tiring and troublesome, you’d better save it for when the orgasm felt close, so that the physical effort would last less.

He snickered. “Okay, your highness.” He joked at your commandeering attitude. 

“I might like that nickname.” You teased back, one of your arms untangling from his neck and reaching down, stroking his hard on and bringing the tip to your entrance. 

“I’ll save it for the next roleplay, then.” He kissed your brow. “Look at me, angel.” He whispered as you positioned him correctly. “I love you so much, ____.” He moaned as he slipped in, your hand slowly sliding down his length as he entered you, until he was fully sheathed inside you and your hand cupped his balls. 

“Joonie.” You whined. 

He shushed you with a kiss. After all these months — and pretty intense one at that —, it was still new. Your face still scrunched in that lovely way, your inner walls still hugged him like the most perfect velvet glove. “Vixen, you okay baby?”

You nodded, your mouth going a little bit everywhere, hanging open, pressed to his skin to keep yourself from screaming his name. He was still that good. Even better. He was always so tender, so delicate, his big hands touching you like you were his porcelain doll, always so gentle and careful during his first few strokes. And inside he was always so big you had to take a minute to adjust, the thickness of him giving you a mindblowing stretch. There were nights in which he gave you orgasms back to back, with his hands, with his mouth, stretching you open with his fingers and various toys, and still it felt like only he could fill you to the brim, almost to the breaking point. 

“Joonie bear,” You murmured. “Wanna take care of you.” You whimpered.

“Let’s lay you down, love.” He grumbled, bending forward as you stretched down, laying on the table, the shift making him move inside you, his tip rubbing the bottom of your inner cavity.

“Fuck, Joonie, move.” You commanded with a whine. 

He obeyed, his arms still cradling you, looped under your waist and the other around your neck. He was literally latching onto you, so close you were melting into each other. 

Your mouth searched for his neck, leaving hickies on his pectorals, toying at his nipples with your teeth and tongue. 

“Vixen, dammit, love, you’re gonna ruin me.” He growled. 

Your hands scratched down his spine, grabbing his ass, pushing him into you. “You’re gonna make me cum babe, stop it.” He fucked into you angrily and you moaned loudly into his chest. 

“Daddy, harder, please...” You whimpered.

Reading your cue — and because he knew your body better than you did — he picked you up again, turning around and getting closer to the kitchen wall. “Ready, Vixen?”

“Is it...?” You asked, so fucked out of your mind that you had barely registered the movement, your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, while his hands were now groping your ass, his face scrunched in effort, but still sporting a mischievous smile at the advantaged grip he had on your bottom.

“Yes, love.” He left a peck on your lips. “Careful, little one, it’s gonna be cold.” He said, before making your skin adhere to the chilly marble tiles.

You moaned at the shift in temperature, the coolness at your back and his warmth on your front. He took a minute to position you properly, making sure that you stayed up but also close to him. The first thrusts were tentative, slow and deep, his arms keeping you up while his hips worked on you. 

There was some cruelty in the position, you discovered, as you tried to tip your head back, moaning for him, but the wall stopped your movement. You had to settle to turning your head to the side, your muscles so feeble that it fell heavy on his shoulder. 

"Are you good, Vixen?" He asked, breathless. 

You only managed to nod as your inner walls began squeezing around him. 

Humming darkly, he latched his lips against your neck, drawing a crimson splodge before asking you: “Can you touch yourself for me, ____?” 

You silently obeyed and immediately his thrusts grew restless and deeper, almost painful with the way he was pushing your legs open. 

Naturally, both your heads bent down to look at where your bodies joined, Namjoon getting distracted by your chest, sucking on your nipples and bruising your skin in an attempt to muffle his cries. By now his forehead was sweaty, droplets rolling off his skin and onto your chest, the heaviness of them  punctuating your breath and his thrusts in an obscene pattern of beats. It was a matter of seconds: with three rubs of your clit, your kegels spasmed, making him lose his mind and push you up higher, sliding and bouncing on his lap. Like a sensual chain reaction, the new angle teased your g-spot perfectly, sending you on cloud nine, and then down, fast, to the burning pits of hell, your skin melting at the hotness of your climax. Your spare hand gripping and scratching his back recklessly was all he needed, his own release manifesting as he followed you suit in pleasure, crying out your name, trembling against your skin. 

You were holding onto each other for dear life, panting like exhausted beasts, eyes closed, lost in the sudden silence disturbed only by your breaths. 

“Namjoon.” You moaned quietly, your ears tingling with your sudden change in blood pressure.

He hid into your neck. “Love, I think we have to do it again. Not now, but sometime again.” He whispered. “You feel so tiny on me.” He kissed your cheek, your brow, your heavy lids. “I love you.” He murmured. 

You could barely nod. You were a mess. A slippery, wet mess, sweat coating your skin, cum smeared all over your thighs, Namjoon’s saliva dripping down your nipples, drying on the bruised swells of your breasts.

“I want you on the bed Joon.” You whined. “I want to lick you clean. Sixty-nine. Ride you so you can spank me and call me your little girl until I fuck you so good you forget everything but my name.” You provoked him, squeezing him a couple times. He was hard again. 

Glorious. 

His chuckles turned into a groan when you tightened around him. “Let me take you to bed, then, babygirl.” And with that he slipped out of you and gently bowed down, throwing you over his shoulder, smacking your ass as he walked to the bedroom. “Hold on tight, cause it’s gonna get wild, brat.”

⫷⁂⫸ ⁕ ⫷⁂⫸ ⁕ ⫷⁂⫸ ⁕ ⫷⁂⫸

In the apartment next door. 

Yoongi stared at his dish in absolute disgust. “We need to move away from here.”

Kitten shook her head. “Thank fuck birthdays are only once a year.”

Yoongi stared at her with a desperate look on his face. “Oh, you’re forgetting her birthday, in a few weeks, apparently. And you weren’t here their first weekend together. And what about that time, was it her promotion?”

“I will never forget her promotion.” Kitten groaned. 

“What about when he came back from LA?” Yoongi teased. 

“When all of you came back from LA.” Kitten replied, arching her eyebrows with a fake angelic smile, reminding him how he’d barely closed the apartment door before falling to his knees, tugging her panties down and out of the way, hunching up her skirt and eating her out against the entryway. “Don’t forget that you make me loud too.” She shook her head. “And you get quite messy too, mister groan.” 

He nodded. Well, having to listen to the neighbours might be an inconvenience but… 

“Are you horny too?” He asked. 

“Kitchen counter or the sofa?” She replied, standing up, already taking off her shirt, only covered in her knickers. 

He stood up, standing behind her. “Just bend over.” He said, slipping her panties to the side.