#can’t eat unless I do it while pacing either!

[ardentpoop]

I don’t think im cut out to be a Real Author for several (self-deprecating) reasons, but chief among them is that I WOULD be the type to have a nervous breakdown looking at my goodreads reviews every 2 seconds. which would probably make me fucking insufferable to be around

[snookienthusi4st]

This might sound weird but like can you do Rodrick Heffley NSFW alphabet?

omg ofc

sorry this took so long i’ve had this in the drafts since last year 😭

warnings: smut, biting, cockwarming

nsfw under the cut

a (aftercare)

he’s heavy on aftercare, always getting you water and giving you baths and giving lots of kisses

b (body parts)

i think his favorite body part of his is his hands, he has really hot hands and he loves what he can do with them wink wink

his favorite part of yours would be your neck and stomach, loves leaving hickies and kisses and bites etc etc

c (cum)

he’s very messy with his cum, and loves when you guys are close and he asks you where you want it and you say some body part and the image of that gets him closer

d (dirty secret?)

fem - has never tried it but is into the idea of you wearing a strap

male - thinks about subbing very often

e (experience? do they still have a card?)

i don’t see him as experienced but he has had sex

like he’s lost his v card but you’re the first person it actually feels good to do it with, mental wise

f (fav position?)

he loves loves LOVES it when you ride him cowgirl style, but is honestly good w anything as long as he’s getting laid

g (goofy, how serious or unserious are they?)

depends on the day but he’s normally a pretty good balance

like he’s serious but if something funny happens you guys both laugh about it together and it’s rlly sweet

h (hair, do the carpets match the drapes?)

carpet matches w little to no difference, maybe a bit darker down there

but he normally looks very neat when you guys do it, unless it was unexpected

i (intimacy, how do they act in the moment?)

he’s honestly very sweetie pie, just takes his time and looks at you like you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him(bc you are)

j (jack off)

a shit ton. i won’t elaborate, use your imagination

k (kinks)

cockwarming, bodyworshipping on a blue moon, can’t think of much else tho

this man is the embodiment of vanilla ice cream

l (location, where do you guys get it on the most)

in either of you guys’ beds, or the family bathroom of a close store every now and then

n (no, anything he wouldn’t be into at all?)

spanking, js doesn’t seem like the type

oh also somnophilia, if he fucked you so hard you fell asleep he would probably be terrified

o (into oral? giving or receiving?)

eats pussy/gives head like a champ but is probs more into recieving

loves seeing you look up at him with his dick in your mouth

p (pace, fast or slow?)

again it depends, but probs fast

q (quickies, are they into it?)

yes but it depends on where you guys are

w (wild card)

yk how in cockwarming, the dude w the penetrating cock is normally in control? not for this guy LMAO

you’re sitting on his lap with his cock between your legs and denying him permission to come, while he’s doing whatever else like video games, drumming etc

x (x-ray, what’s going on on under those clothes)

7 1/2 inches, circumcised, veers to the right a bit

his confidence is placed well

y (yearning, how often do they want it?)

this man is up for it absolutely anything

jacks off maybe a few times a week, has a slightly above average sex drive

z (how fast to they go to sleep?)

depends on when tbh

like if it’s at night he’s probably out in the span of like ten minutes, but during the day he may js want cuddles

[jophiel-extras]

summary :: All Might NSFW alphabet

warning :: nsfw

note :: All Might my beloved, reqs open

A = Aftercare

Toshinori becomes The Thinker after sex. He’ll stay with you until you fall asleep, but once you’re out he’ll leave. Usually, he will go on a run or sit outside for a few hours with himself. Once he’s done, he’ll come back and slip into bed with your or put together a breakfast.

B = Body part

He never really considers any of his own body parts, especially when he’s in his skinny form. If he had to pick, it would be his hands. For you, Toshi likes your face the most.

C = Cum

He always pulls out, it’s a habit. He’ll finish either on your tummy or ass.

D = Dirty secret

He’s thought about going from his skinny form to muscle whilst inside you.

E = Experience

He’s rusty but knows what’s going on. It takes a while for him to truely ease into it and not overthink his actions.

F = Favorite position

Missionary, a classic for a reason. When things get pretty heated, he’s known to enjoy taking you against a wall especially in his muscle form.

G = Goofy

Usually pretty serious and sensual. Sex with him is almost always love making and Toshi takes it seriously. There’s been moments where you’ve both had a laugh but it’s rare.

H = Hair

The carpets do match the drapes, he’s blonde through and through.

I = Intimacy

He’s quite intense about sex; deep eye contact, squeezing your hand, holding you close. It’s always special and drawn out.

J = Jack off

Since the two of you started having sex it was like a switch in Toshi’s mind was turned on. He’s horny. Often. He’s had to excuse himself from teaching to rub one out just because he can’t stop thinking of you.

K = Kink

Size difference. Even if he doesn’t know it Toshi loves being taller and generally bigger than you. He especially loves to grab your waist in his muscle form, it’s a massive thing for him. I also suspect he might enjoy the thrill of public spaces, he’d never admit it or initiate but it’s there.

L = Location

The bedroom. He’s a private man.

M = Motivation

He’s a little dense when it comes to hints, so the best way Toshi gets turned on is when you openly flirt with him and whisper dirty things in his ear.

N = No

Never ever would he hurt you. He won’t compromise on it either.

O = Oral

Enjoys giving for sure. He’s pretty good with his mouth. The way he looks at you through his dark eyes as he eats you out is something else. Also, the way he acts when getting head is insane. His hands snake through your hair and he curls up, grunting and whispering profanities.

P = Pace

Slow and sensual. Unless it’s a special occasion of course! Then he’ll poof into his muscle form and fuck you like a sex symbol.

Q = Quickie

Not the usual, but it’s happened before. Quickies are whenever he’s in a rush to do something or when you’re in a semi public setting.

R = Risk

Yes, he can be a risk taker but it makes the sex anxious. He’s got a lot of eyes on him at all time so he needs to be wary.

S = Stamina

Oh honey, he’s not done until you’re done. You think all that stamina training from his early days wouldn’t translate into sex? You’re in for a surprise.

T = Toys

He’s not a massive fan.

U = Unfair

Toshinori is not one to tease you during sex, really it’s the opposite. He’s a giver and always follows through with pleasure.

V = Volume

Lots of grunting and heavy breathing. He’s not particularly loud, but just enough to get you going.

W = Wild card

Once you gave him under the table head whilst at U.A. and it was the best blowjob ever. He thinks about it often and can’t help but get hard.

X = X-ray

Both forms he’s packing a nice 9 inches. However the girth changes slightly between forms.

Y = Yearning

If he wasn’t so busy, he’d want to sleep with you every day but alas there aren’t enough hours in the day.

Z = Zzz

He’s not good at sleeping but after a particularly tiring session, he’ll pass out.

[mattsfavbigtitties]

NSFW Alphabet/ Matt S.

Warnings: Smut-ish, some suggestive stuff, and fluff

MASTERLIST TAGLIST

A/n: im currently writing nick and Chris' version rn and this was an accident post😭😭, but as Bob ross says only happy lil accidents:D. Anyways nicks is sfw so dw.

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

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

Matt would definitely get you cleaned up right away. He would be so sweet about it too, saying such reassuring words to you while wiping away any juices on you. He would always clean himself last because you’re more important to him! And he’s definitely a cuddler! He’l cuddle up to you after and kiss you.

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

Loves his arms, sees you admiring the ink. Totally a titty man, loves grabbing onto your tits either way you’re positioned doing ‘it’

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

Loves coming on your face after a blowjob, just your pretty face dedicated to him and him only.

D = Dirty Secret (A dirty secret of theirs)

Would NEVER tell you this, but he’d let you peg him if you ever asked.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

I feel like Matt wouldn't be so experienced. He knows the basic stuff, but you help him experiment with his likes and dislikes.

F = Favorite Position (Literally this)

Definitely missionary, wants to see your pretty face contort in how much you love it.

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

I feel like he would make some jokes in the beginning, but once he’s in HE’S IN serious.

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

Matt would probably be pretty well cleaned up down there. Maybe a few centimeters long, but not too long to get in the way. I'd say very well trimmed.

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

I think Matt would be pretty intimate in times needed. Nice and lovingly romantic with you. Lots of ‘i love you’s.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He’d rarely masturbate, but when he does it’ll be because of something you did or a picture you posted.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

You being dominant is a kink of his rarely used, but in the meantime he likes spanking and praising you.

L = Location (Favorite places to do ‘it’)

More than loves being in his bed with you, but every once in a while he’ll get risky with you in a more public setting or just plain in the kitchen while Nick and Chris are gone.

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

He definitely gets going when you kiss his neck or just subtly push your boobs on him when hugging, any teasing from you really.

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

Matt would never be into anything with whips, like degradation and BDSM.

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

He absolutely LOVES when you give him head, but I’d like to think he’s more of a giver than receiver in this case.

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

He’ll do it slow and sensual most times, but in the right times he’d give in to you(or he had a really rough day) if you need it rough and fast.

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

I don’t think he’d be into quickies a lot, more like the romantic type. If he were to have a quickie it'd be 'cause you made work of teasing him so much he couldn't wait.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? do they take risks?)

He’ll definitely experiment with whatever you’re comfortable with and if you request, you shall receive. Unless it’s something he doesn’t like then he’ll tell you right away.

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

I’d say maybe 2 rounds at the most. I think he’d be too sensitive to continue with more. But if you need anything more than that he’ll totally eat you out some.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? do they use them?)

I can’t see him with any toys, but if he had one it’d probably be a small vibrator to use on you or himself. He’d only use it when you're not there, but it usually stays hidden in his drawer, rarely used.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He’d try to tease you to the brink, but in the end he’s not wasting any time with you.

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

He’ll groan and moan in your ear and maybe the occasional whimper if you’re on round 2.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon)

Matt eating you out with his stubble>>

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

He’s definitely not the biggest, maybe a little over average, but he uses it to the best of his abilities and always makes a mess of you.

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

I don’t think he’d be very sexual in your relationship. He just loves spending time with you the most.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they falls asleep afterwards)

I’d say after cleaning up and everything he’d wait for you to fall asleep before he did. And when he does, he’s knocked out.

[gunnerfc]

Sophia Smith NSFW Alphabet (18+, minors DNI!)

A: Aftercare

Sophia just wants you to tell her how good she was and wants you to just chill with her after sex before getting cleaned up

B: Body Part (their favorite body part of themselves and their partner)

Sophia’s favorite body part is her thighs, she loves having them on either side of your head while you go down on her and she loves how you hold her thighs tightly while you eat her out

Her favorite body part of yours is your mouth for the obvious reason but she also just loves kissing you

C: Cum (anything to do with cum)

Sophia loves making out with you right after you’ve made her cum with your mouth

D: Dirty Secret 

Making eye contact with you while you’re between her legs always has her head spinning and she will hold eye contact with you as she cums

E: Experience (Are they experienced? Do they know what they are doing?) 

She is!

F: Favorite Position 

She’s a pillow princess, she loves when you go down on her

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous?)

Sophia can be a little giggly after sex but once you start kissing down her neck, she more serious

I: Intimacy (How intimate are they during the moment?)

Sex with her is so intimate

J: Jack off (Masturbation HC) 

She will whine and beg for you to help her out when she’s feeling needy

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks) 

Loves being praised

L: Location (Favorite place to have sex)

Anywhere in your apartment or hotel rooms

M: Motivation (What turns them on?) 

When you trail kisses along her jaw and neck

N: No (Something they wouldn't do)

She’s not into a lot of pain during sex so anything that might be too painful is a no-go

O: Oral (Preference on giving or receiving)

Receiving, Sophia loves when you go down on her

P: Pace (Fast & Rough? Slow & Sensual?) 

Most nights it’s slow and sensual unless you happen to be feeling jealous, then sex is a bit rougher and faster

Q: Quickie (Thoughts on quickies) 

Sophia loves them, especially if you two are out somewhere and she can’t wait till you get home

R: Risk (Are they open to experimenting) 

She’s open to trying some things, like being blindfolded or having her hands tied above her head

S: Stamina (How many rounds) 

You two go for fewer rounds that are a bit long

T: Toys 

You have a strap you use often

U: Unfair (Do they like the tease)

You tease her more than she teases you and it always makes her whine and beg

V: Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make) 

She can be pretty loud sometimes which makes anything semi-public more exciting

W: Wild Card (Random HC)

You two ended up being roommates during an away game for Portland because no one knew of your relationship yet, though everyone soon knew after you two had sex and Sophia was loud enough for your teammates to hear her through the thin hotel walls. You two got teased relentlessly after that

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It’s in the middle but does lean high some days

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Sophia falls asleep pretty quickly after sex

[curiousquirks]

Hiyaa! Can I request Shigaraki or Lady Nagant for the nsfw alphabet🫣

A/N: I got both for you <3

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

Depends on how the sex went, but he’ll probably immediately start eating the entire kitchen. If he was railed into the mattress then he’ll be out like a light. And then wake up in an hour to eat the entire kitchen.

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

On himself: He’s not too keen about something specific about himself. If he had to pick though, he’d choose his hair only because he likes when his partner plays with it. Or when they pull it.

On his partner: Tits, if applicable. He’s a simple man. Otherwise their mouth. He could stare at it all day, thinking about every disgusting and filthy thing he could do with it.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Fucking gross with it, all the time. Spread it over their body like it’s finger paint. It really gets him going watching them marked by him. And covered in his partners? You can practically see the hearts popping off his fucking head.

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

He will carry to his grave how badly his first time went. He finished so quickly. It was embarrassing. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

With an actual person? His partner would be the first. He’s watched so much porn though he feels like it should count as “plenty of experience.” Although his porn knowledge isn’t very good in terms of practicality or enjoyable in the moment half the time. He could learn but his partner better be patient.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

Any. Literally any. He doesn’t care.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He’s pretty serious. And he wouldn’t play into his partner trying to be humorous, he’ll just roll his eyes and ignore their stupid jokes if he has too. He won’t leave the room though, just try and “get them back on track.” Unless they keep doing it. He’ll just leave and jack off in the bathroom. Yes he took his phone. No, the audio won’t be muted either.

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

This boy doesn’t know what well groomed actually means. He’ll trim it if it gets too bad, but there’s so much time in between him doing it that it gets hard to tell half the time. It definitely matches his hair and there’s totally a happy trail, since his hair can get pretty thick. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Despite what Tomura would make a partner think, he’s quite intimate with them. It’s harder to tell during quickies but he’s being quite vulnerable. It’s not romantic per se, since that’s such a foreign concept to him.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He’s a horny bastard, he’d do it quite frequently. He wouldn’t see a problem with doing it if his partner is busy, finding it enjoyable regardless. He does prefer fucking them, of course, and will do whenever he can. Always has porn to watch while he does it, unless he just can’t watch it for some reason. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Mommy Kink 

Choking 

Degradation

Marking

Sadism/Masochism 

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Just like positions, any. Literally anywhere. He doesn’t have preference.

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

Just saying “want to fuck?” is enough for him. Or if they take off their clothes. He’s a simple man.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sharing. I honestly feel like he wouldn’t want to share a partner with anyone, he’s too selfish for that.

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

What he lacks in skill he makes up for with enthusiasm. He does actually like giving oral, despite his selfishness in preferring to receive it. 

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He doesn’t know what slow is, let alone sensual. He prefers hard, fast, and rough. The only way he’s going to slow down is if his partner ties his ass to the bed and forces him to go slowly. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He’s impatient, and he’d end up sneaking in quickies in between various tasks instead of just waiting until there was plenty of time. They’d happen quite often. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Considering he’s into choking and his general quirk, he’s really into risks. Despite the obvious, he’d be fond of having sex in places that’d most likely get them caught. As for experimenting, he’d be willing to try most things at least once. After all it’s like checking off an achievement list right?

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He’s got too much fucking stamina. He can go for so long. Back to back. It feels like he’s never satisfied. 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

His partner would have to bring it up, but he wouldn’t be opposed to them at all. They’re fun additions and he has no issue with them being used on him or his partner. The amount of shit just thrown around the room by the time he and his partner are finished is ridiculous. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Tomura is a brat. Plain and simple. He’s the biggest fucking brat too. He doesn’t know when to quit either. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s not afraid to be loud at all. He’ll moan, grunt, whimper, or groan without a second thought. He feels good and he sees no reason to stay quiet.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Despite how impatient he gets, taking charge to get what he wants, he actually prefers to be in a more submissive position. His partner being the dominant one, taking charge as they tell him what to do or just take charge from him. Especially by force, since the reigns are not going to be handed over easily.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

It’s bigger than average and he knows it. Way too fucking cocky about it too. (pun intended)

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

Damn near constant. It rarely ever shuts off, but has somewhat decent control over it. Well he thinks so at least, it does attribute to his cranky attitude when he hasn’t been able to get off recently.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends. If he was thoroughly worn out, then he’ll clock out super quickly. He’ll be out like a light. Otherwise, he’s not sleeping anytime soon. 

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

She’s a cuddler, so she’ll move herself next to her partner near immediately after they’re finished. She loves how intimate it is, both of them just trying to catch their breath as they come down from the high. Soft words of love and praise from both her and her partner are expected, these intimate moments are important to her.

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

On herself: Her general shape, the silhouette of her body. She knows she’s an attractive woman, and she’s very confident in how she looks.

On her partner: Ass. She’s very grabby, and she enjoys watching her partner in well fitting pants that cup their ass just so nicely. 

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Not her favorite thing, she’s not one to swallow or want to be covered in it. It’s too messy and unpleasant at times. She does have her moments where she’ll go along with it, and at that point it’s actually quite hot to her in the moment. 

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

Enjoys having sex in sketchier locations (like club bathrooms) more than in a bed most of the time but she’s hesitant to admit it. It’s the risk and the tipsiness that makes her brain pleasantly fuzzy, so she doesn’t really need to think for just a little bit. It’d be really hard to get this information out of her.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Not really a woman who’s quick to commit to a relationship, but she’s definitely got some experience under her belt. She’s probably had some one night stands, and isn’t shy to sex at all. Definitely knows what she likes. 

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

Missionary, Lotus, or Spooning. She likes highly intimate close positions. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Can be serious for a good chunk of it but she does have fits of giggles during the moment. She likes a little humor sometimes, it won’t ruin the moment for her. If you play into it, she’ll adore you.

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

Dark Blue and well groomed. She takes care of her personal hygiene. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Prefers some romance during the moment, loving little gestures like dimming the lights, playing soft music, or setting up candles. She doesn’t need it all the time but setting the mood does make her feel appreciated.  

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Does it on occasion, when she wants some time to herself and needs to let off a little steam. She prefers toys when she does it though, instead of her hand. She also watches porn occasionally when she has the time, but only a few select videos only. She’s pretty picky. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Blindfolds

Strap-Ons

Vibrators

Voyeurism

Hickeys/Biting

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

The bed. It’s comfortable and she’s a simple woman.

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

If you offer to give her a massage or start rubbing her shoulders she’s willing to start stripping. Or if you start whispering in her ear, she’ll start getting flustered.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Being completely restrained or tied up. It’s heavily constricting and not pleasant at all. 

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

In perfect pillow princess fashion, she far more prefers receiving than giving. She’d happily lay there for hours with someone between her legs until she can’t walk straight anymore. She’s not the best at giving and it’s part of the excuse she gives for why she doesn’t like giving it. 

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Hard and slow. She’ll take her time, living in the moment. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Oh no, she’s got things to do. She will not be rushed. If she wanted things to go quickly she would’ve just gotten herself off. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Very hesitant but very willing to experiment and be a little risky. She just needs to be in the right mind set. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Above average stamina and can last for a few orgasms before she’s out for the count. If her partner edges her then she’ll actually get worn out more quickly. 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Oh, she owns quite a few. A little box hidden away in the closet. Happily used on both herself and her partner. Vibrators, Strap-Ons, Floggers, Paddles, and more. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She only teases in the beginning stages of foreplay if she’s not the one in the charge. She’ll cave pretty quickly. If she’s the one in charge though? Suddenly she’s not very fair at all to her partner, wanting them to do exactly as she says and beg for her because you’re so good for her aren’t you? 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Pretty vocal. Her pretty voice heard clearly; moans, whines, whimpers, groans. She’ll make sure her partner knows that she’s feeling good, with either noises or words of praise. 

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Has had a threesome before, and absolutely loved it because she was the center of attention the whole time. 

X = X-Ray 

BIG ASS TITTIES! And 100% has a belly button piercing. 

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

Fairly average actually. 

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Oh she’s tired relatively soon after she’s completely finished. Especially if she can snuggle up to her partner, the closeness and warmth will help her fall asleep really quickly.

[animatorweirdo]

When the Dragons Fly (Book 3)

You have found shelter for the coming snowstorm, but now one of the younglings is missing. Ramuel ends up in a difficult situation but finds comfort in his strange new friend.

Chapter 5

Warnings: some mistrust, a dragon being missing, frustration, slight angst, mentions of abandonment, fear among people, mentions of getting hurt, some sad thoughts, and comfort.

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The wind has picked its pace. Snow blew through the fortress, pushing and swirling around the grey stones. Luckily, the ruins provided enough cover from the wind, so your people were able to build tents and fires to prepare for the night. You felt glad to make this decision since it would have been too dangerous to cross the mountains in a snowstorm. You were also grateful that Torim was docile enough to share the place for the night. Your dwarven friend kept his space from you and your dragons, but your companions still felt weary toward him. 

“Do you really think we can trust the dwarf? He did threaten to shoot you,” Baelen started as you, him and Deanna went over the travel plan. 

“His reaction was normal. Be glad that we managed to settle this peacefully. Besides, you and the others shared the same reaction when you found out about our dragons,” you explained while holding the map on the table. 

“The least we can do is respect his decisions and have our dragons at a safe distance,” you stated. 

“I know, it's just… I still feel a bit weary of him. Like why is he here instead with his kin?” Baelen questioned as he glanced toward the dwarf. 

“My guess is that he was part of the battle in the north. However, he was then knocked down and woke up later to find everyone gone. Injured and separated, he is most likely trying to flee and find his way back home,” you concluded. 

“That… makes sense. I don’t suppose our good friend here would like to share how he ended up separated from his kin,” Baelen said as you all glanced toward the dwarf. 

Torim was observing everyone from the higher floors. He had a sharp glare when he stared at the dragon younglings, who were playing and eating in the front yard. 

“I think you should keep the young dragons away from him unless he snaps and tries to kill them,” Baelen advised. “Anyway. I’m going to set the men on the lookout. Better prepare now than later,” he said as he left you and Deanna. 

Aelon then ran up to you with a concerned expression. 

“(Name). Smoke is missing,” Aelon started with a worried tone. 

“What do you mean he’s missing?” you questioned with a frown. 

“I mean he’s missing. I can’t find him anywhere,” Aelon explained. “I think he got lost or something,” he added. 

You silently cursed as you already knew why the young dragon was gone. 

“Or he went back,” you uttered and Aelon looked at you confused. 

“I think he decided to be stubborn and go after Ramuel. Smoke still doesn’t know that he’s not Samuel,” you explained. 

“What should we do?” Aelon asked. 

“There’s nothing much we can do. You can try looking for him, but I’m afraid the wind will become too harsh for you and Falconer to fly,”  you stated, crossing your arms. 

“Do we have to leave him behind?” Aelon asked. His voice filled with sorrow and reluctance to do such a thing. 

“We can’t really go back either. All we can do now is hope he will find his way back to us in time, or that he gets too scared trying to follow Ramuel,” you replied.  

“Oh no…” Aelon looked down with sadness. 

“I’m sorry, Aelon. Trust me, I would not leave without Smoke if things weren’t this serious,” You laid your hand on his shoulder with a comforting look. “I can try to put Baleria to look for him. She can take care of herself and fend off enemies, but even she will not go too far from me,” you explained. 

“Okay…” Aelon uttered. 

“Go check on Aegar and Viserya. Make sure they’re at least okay,” you said and your little brother walked away. 

You released a heavy sigh and rubbed your brows at the situation. Why did it have to come to this? 

“It seems this young dragon really loved this boy, Samuel,” Deanna remarked. 

“The two were close when he was still alive. Now Smoke thinks his twin brother is Samuel,” you sighed, walking back and forth. 

“Why can’t things just go according to plan at least once?” you mumbled as you decided to check on the scouts and other things in the fortress. 

Concealed beneath the trees of the forest, the second host quietly observed the orcs who had established their camp around the former elven fortress of Himring. The wind howled down from the mountains, and the land was gradually blanketed in white as snow began to fall.

“Damn it there’s so many of them. I think (Name) was right. Going through here is too big of a risk,” one of the chiefs uttered. “If we turn around now maybe we could catch up with them on the mountain road,” 

“Don’t be a fool. There is a snowstorm coming, and we can’t waste time spending another night in the town,” Horren said. “We have to get through today. We only need the right timing and a spot to get past them without notice,” he observed the orcs. 

The people in the host were standing anxiously, hidden by the trees and ready to move once the Chiefs came to a decision. 

Ramuel was sitting on a rock, holding his knees and watching as the people walked around anxiously. His mind felt heavy. He did not dare to talk back to his mother, but he already missed his friends and the safety their presence provided. 

A quiet groan reached his ears. Ramuel jolted and turned around toward the forest. His eyes looked around the bushes and the snow, till his eyes landed on a familiar golden-eyed dragon that peaked behind the bushes. 

“Smoke!” Ramuel exclaimed in shock. 

Smoke got excited and jumped out of the bushes to greet him. 

“No! No! No! Why are you here?! “ Ramuel repeated to himself as he turned toward the dragon. “Stay hidden!  They will hurt you if they see you!” he ushered as he pushed the dragon’s head down. 

“Ramuel… Is everything alright? Who are you talking to?” his mother questioned as she and his father glanced at him. 

“Nothing! Just…. talking to myself a bit. I kinda miss my friends,” Ramuel quickly replied, keeping the dragon hidden behind him.  

“Oh, Ramuel. Everything will be alright,” his mother said assuringly before they looked away. 

Ramuel took the chance to stand up and push the dragon away from his parents. He led the little dragon behind some boxes and wagons that provided a good hiding spot from the other people. Smoke luckily followed without an issue and Ramuel sat down against the boxes, staring at the dragon before him. 

Ramuel whined, holding his head in frustration. 

“You really shouldn't be here,” he uttered, but the dragon only tilted its head at him with a curious look. 

“I’m not Samuel. He’s dead. I’m Ramuel,” Ramuel held his head, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall at the thought of his brother. Smoke whined, then nudged his snout against Ramuel’s hand. 

Ramuel gently petted the dragon’s head. 

Ramuel looked Smoke in the eye, the surprise and frustration leaving his mind. Despite everything, he felt comforted by the dragon’s presence. 

"Thanks for coming, though. I’m glad to see you too,” he said softly as he petted the dragon. Smoke purred and laid down in the boy’s lap. Ramuel smiled, finding comfort in the presence of his strange new friend in this unnerving situation.

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[fryingpan1234567]

It started as a joke. It is no longer a joke.

Listen I’ve shipped Malconnor for a while now right and we know this

And then the other day I mentioned I suddenly thought Jake Mason and Malcolm Pace would be cute just because they’re both canon queer ig but I can see it

Anyways the struggle. This is not okay

Because I have to pick one right?? Like I feel like I’m a multi shipper for the most part but for some reason I can’T DO BOTH BUT I CAN’T PICK JUST ONE EITHER

I’m just gonna leave these headcanons here and continue to sob over my predicament.

We’re doing the engineering bfs this time (yeah I made the ship that’s the ship name now fight me) ((unless you got a better one then you can @ me lol))

So Jake and Malcolm right

They weren’t that close before— they knew each other existed, obviously, but they weren’t besties or anything— and then Jake, to put it lightly, was fried

At the time, because there weren’t many people at camp, Malcolm went to hang out with him in the infirmary and keep him company

✨They got closer✨

To pass the time, they worked on different plans to try and catch Festus— what better duo to plan a trap for a massive lethal dragon than a Hephaestus kid and an Athena kid?

At some point Will walks in to see the two of them laying shoulder-to-shoulder on the bed, Malcolm holding up a blueprint for something that looked like a trapfall net for them both to see, heads inches apart as they chatted quietly about the logistics

By the end of that summer, when the Seven (mostly) successfully return, Jake is up and moving again

He’s devastated to take back the title of counselor after Leo lost it, but Malcolm is there to help him out

Neither of them knows when it happens. At some point, the line between friends and something more blurs completely and they cross over it.

It is not uncommon to see them in the forge together, Mal sitting on a work table and reading or something while Jake works on a project

When I tell you these nerds are SO GOOD at paper airplanes

They’ll write little messages and messy hearts on a scrap piece of paper, fold it up, and throw it at each other when they’re not looking

The first time, it’s at dinner

Camp Jupiter was still there, so things were packed

Jake was eating with the other Hephaestus and Vulcan kids, laughing and chatting like any other meal

Something softly hit his cheek, narrowly missing his eyeball

He barely caught it before it landed on his plate

There’s a little heart doodled in the corner of one of the wings in red pen. It’s beautifully folded, crisp and precise edges. He looked to the direction it came from— Malcolm was sitting at the next table over, watching Jake for his reaction with his chin in his hand

Jake smiled faintly, turning to carefully unfold it. There’s one short sentence written there, in red, in very familiar and neat handwriting.

There’s food on your shirt.

Jake laughed out loud, not even bothering to check. He didn’t care if that was true or not, it was cute that Malcolm had to go out of the way to write that, wait for it to dry, fold it up, and then throw it carefully enough that it wouldn’t hit any of Jake’s siblings

When he looked back over, Malcolm was laughing too.

The next time it happened, Malcolm’s reading on his bunk, leaning backwards against an open windowsill

A paper airplane poked him in the back of the head

He twisted around to see what it was, obviously, and he saw the little plane lying in the grass a few feet below

He nearly climbed out the window to reach it, but he was able to grab it and pulled it back into his bunk

It was made of graph paper. Folded lines had been drawn on beforehand, which was impressively planned. Malcolm recognized the neon orange of the scribbly heart in the corner of the wing from the highlighter Jake had eagerly picked out from the city last time they’d gone

The plane’s lines were neatly creased, but Malcolm was able to unfold it easily. The message was a little bit longer than the one Malcolm had written to Jake a few days ago

Your concentration face is cute. Must be a fascinating book. And then, in the bottom corner, —J

The handwriting was a bit messy and unmistakably Jake’s, Malcom would know it anywhere. He twisted around to check the common area again, but his boyfriend was nowhere in sight

He clambered across the bed to his desk, pulling out a fresh piece of paper and his favorite red pen. He clicked it open and began to write:

Oh, are we using initials to sign these now? Let’s go then, J. Let’s live our own book plot.

PS— this book is not in fact fascinating, it’s trig. Summer courses never cease to be an absolute drag.

—M.

He nailed Jake in the chest with it a few hours later at dinner

They never stopped doing it

Whenever someone asks what their love language is, they look at each other and half smile and say “Origami.”

Some days, Jake’s scars make his body temperature weird, and it’s too hot to cuddle. He’ll apologize endlessly, but Malcolm will laugh and peck him on the forehead and move over until just their fingertips are brushing

They’re equally smart and equally ADHD, so they can keep up with any kind of conversation, whether it be about an engineering class or debating the emotions of inanimate objects

They’re both insomniacs as well. They will go to the city for ice cream at four in the fucking morning

Now listen… just because Jake is smart doesn’t mean he’s not a dumbass

This is the man who thought marching into a dark forest by himself to face a massive insane mechanic fire-breathing magic dragon would be a good idea (and then got his ass kicked)

High int low wis

Malcolm is high int high wis but only sometimes, because sometimes he’s neither

There are several videos on Jake’s phone of Malcolm walking while reading and running into things

It’s weird and oddly specific but they make really good pizza

Like together

Malcolm is naturally good with cooking because of his mom’s influence on oil, which is like 90% of food in America

And the Hephaestus kids built a brick pizza oven in the back corner of the forge however many years ago and they’re really the only ones who know about it, so the two of them will sometimes skip dinner to make food and eat alone in the forge together

Jake gets heat exhaustion really easily, so Malcolm always has a water bottle with electrolytes and extra vitamins on him

Anyways that’s all I got for now GET ON THE WAGON PEOPLE ENGINEERING BFS ARE HERE

[apex-academy]

Chapter 6: The Decay of Our Lives (#16)

I check up on Mahavir first thing, then breakfast. There’s time to eat something warm before I worry about what to take back to him. Or should I be worrying about what everyone’s eating? Considering the distribution of cooking skills at this point.

Which I will never get used to.

Either way, I don’t go for anything more exciting than instant miso and a banana. By the time I'm out of the kitchen, Aidan’s started his own soup at his table.

Or, at least he’s staring at a spoonful of it.

“.......”

“You, uh. Need me to throw that back in the microwave, or.”

“...”

He stares a moment longer before blinking and actually meeting my eye.

“Oh, no, it should be fine as is. I just need to muster up the appetite for it, haha.”

He resumes staring. Don’t see any mustering happening here.

“Maybe the Nurse’s Office has something to help with appetite? I’ll go check.”

He quickly drops the spoon in favor of an enthusiastic “cut it out” gesture.

“No, no, no! There’s no need to fuss over my precise pace of eating.”

"I need to grab something for Mahavir, anyway, so it’s not much fuss. One sec.”

I set my stuff down and take off before Aidan can stop me.

“Fuss, huh?” I’m thinking there’s not enough fuss over that guy. Too injured to use more than one limb and still trying to lead the whole march himself?

Though he may be the most put-together mentally. Doesn’t completely override the physical context, though.

...

I swipe Mahavir’s burn ointment first.

“Not much left, is there.”

But it should be fine, right? As fine as it was ever going to be by itself. He needs proper medical attention.

And Kanagi broke her ankle, and Tsunyasha... suffered. No telling what kind of damage we’re looking at all around.

We have to get out of here.

But I can’t get caught up thinking that. I’ll do what I can do, right now. 

There aren’t many relevant drawers to check, so it doesn’t take long to find an appetite stimulant.

“Okay. Good.”

Aidan’s health problems sure won’t improve if he doesn’t eat, so. There’s this.

I drop it off. Aidan’s protests die down quickly, now that the fuss has already been made. He thanks me unhappily, and I leave him to it as I eat my own breakfast. 

Hard to say how much difference the meds make. Not sure how long they’re supposed to take to kick in, even. But by the time I’ve put up my dishes and put together something for Mahavir, half of Aidan’s soup is gone. It’s something.

Enough that he reminds me not to forget the ointment I left on the table. Genuinely none of us are all here anymore, huh.

No need to dwell on that, though. Places to be, people to see.

Knock, knock.

“Mahavir? Brought your food.”

“...”

“.......”

About two seconds before I can start panicking, I hear heavy footfalls. Not heavy enough to be a whole person falling down, but not much better.

Maybe I should have him rest somewhere else until curfew. Then he won’t have to keep opening the door for me.

But he manages this time.

“......”

I start to hold out his plate but don’t quite make it there.

“Hey. Think you’re in shape to move back to the Nurse’s Office?”

“...”

“If not, don’t push it.”

“.....”

“Perhaps...”

Extremely convincing.

“How about we just see how you feel after breakfast?”

He nods.

At least I don’t have to feed him by hand, but he doesn’t eat with much gusto.

Head trauma’s the last thing he needs when he was already full of burns to repair. As far as I could tell, he at least doesn’t have a concussion. Unless he did pass out those few moments I was too busy thinking Kanagi had just killed him, but he swears otherwise. Not like his treatment would be much different, anyway.

“.....”

So it won’t do me any good to dwell on what happened yesterday. Just... keep up with today.

Mahavir gets through his breakfast eventually, and after a considerable effort on my part to make sure, he promises he can walk to the Nurse’s Office. So away we go.

I pause as we pass the cafeteria door.

“Actually, I’ll drop off the dishes while we’re here. Wait outside?”

“Of course.”

I hop inside, wave hello to Kanagi, dump the dishes, and hurry out before Mahavir can go on without me.

He’s already gone on without me.

“You’d better at least be headed where I said we were going.”

Watching my step for any paint splatters that might still come up, I turn the corner to the main hall, but apparently Mahavir’s made it past here, too.

Well, vanishing is less concerning than collapsing a few steps in front of me. 

Marginally.

I take the final corner, and...

“Good, there you are.”

But he doesn’t respond—just stands there stiffly. I assume it’s a pain or disorientation issue, until I look again.

No one moves.

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[scullyverse]

Day 7: Interruptions

Prompt: Masturbation Pairing: Mulder/Scully Rating: Explicit Words: 3,437 AO3 Link || Masterlist

🖤 Content warnings; mulder/scully, smut, plot what plot/porn without plot, shameless smut, masturbation, masturbation interruptions, vibrators 🖤

The 5 times Scully was interrupted masturbating and the 1 time she didn’t care.

The 1st:

“Mmm…”

My hips arch as I take my fingers deeper – as best I can with the sheets tangled around my legs. I should wiggle myself free but I can’t stop now things are starting to feel so good so I just let my fingers work their magic and relax into the mattress. I have all night, a rare occasion while we’re working, but I think I deserve a little self lovin’.

I giggle. Self lovin’ indeed.

My hand feels blindly around the bed and I sigh in relief when my fingers find my vibrator. There are just some things fingers can’t do. With expertise, I bring the bullet down my body and under the sheets to nestle against my clit, smirking when my body shudders and toes wiggle against cotton.

“Jesus!” 

A particular angle makes my muscles clench tightly around my fingers, trying to pull them deeper, which I do by slipping two fingers past the second knuckle with a moan. I feel myself getting closer and all the signs of my approaching orgasm are starting; the flexing of my stomach, heat flushing my cheeks and a tingle in my nipples. 

But one thing that isn’t usual, is the knocking I hear. At first I ignore it, with a flick of my thumb to increase the vibrations, rewarded with a seeping gush of arousal and I’m suddenly thankful for having room services to clean these sheets.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Scully? You there?”

My fingers still instantly and I frantically kick off the sheets and fumble to turn off the vibrator before stashing it under my pillow, wrapping myself in the robe I had thrown over the end of the bed.

Trust Mulder to have the worst timing.

My clit aches in protest as I rub my thighs together and attempt to fix myself up in the mirror and hide my obvious arousal. Hopefully, he doesn’t notice.

“Y-Yeah, Mulder. I’m just coming.”

Sigh. Well, I was almost just coming.

With a deep breath and another tight clench of my thighs, I unlock the door to see Mulder standing there with his jacket over his shoulder and his eyebrow cocked.

“You okay, Scully? You look a bit flushed.”

“I’m fine, Mulder. I just got out of the shower. Did you need anything?”

I don’t mean to sound standoffish but the quicker I can get him out of my room without embarrassing myself, the better; there’s also a look in his eyes that makes me know he isn’t buying my shower excuse.

“Did you want to get something to eat?” His voice is hopeful, tipped with a playful tone that I’m just learning to appreciate now we’re sleeping together. “Unless I’m interrupting something?”

My eyes widen.

“N-No!” I gather myself with a defiant raise of my head. “I was just getting ready for bed.”

“At 7 pm?” He hides his smirk well.

“I didn’t see you with your hands in corpses all d-“

“Okay, okay!” He raises his hand with a smile.

Even though my pussy is begging me for relief, my stomach growls loudly and for the first time tonight, I realise how hungry I am. 

I sigh in defeat.

“I’ll meet you at the car.”

—— xxx ——

The 2nd:

Fuck, these cramps are killing me.

I’m stuffed into the toilet cubicle of our basement bathroom with my fingers between my legs and I know I only have a few minutes to avoid Mulder’s suspicion.

My head falls back with a groan as I keep up the pace I know I need at this moment; rough and quick. It’s awkward with my skirt bunched at my waist and my pantyhose pulled down just enough to squeeze my hand into my underwear, but it will have to do.

I’m ovulating and with that comes a spike in my hormones. I feel itchy in a way that nothing can scratch and if I’m going to continue the workday without either biting Mulder’s head off or folding over in pain from my nagging cramps, I need this.

Everything's overstimulated and I can’t say it feels all that pleasurable, but I struggle on even as my wrist cramps. That’s going to hurt like hell tomorrow. After a quick look at my wristwatch, I feel myself getting somewhere and I bite my lip and curl my toes in anticipation. 

4 and a half minutes must be a new record for me.

I’m starting to slip into my pre-orgasmic state of unawareness when I hear the hinges squeak on the bathroom door. Please, no. Maybe if I keep quiet enough I can come quickly and Mulder wouldn’t be any more the wiser.

“Hey, Scully, I’m sorry to disturb you but Skinner needs us ASAP,” I can see his shoes stopped just outside the cubicle.

I cover my mouth with my hand and try desperately to speed up my body’s process but I only end up wincing when I get no reward, only painful friction. For fucks sake!

“Scully? You okay?”

“I’m fine, Mulder.” I snap.

I’m not fine.

I pull my hand out of my underwear and fix my pantyhose with a frustrated huff. The waves of pain build again and I silently curse him for interrupting my attempt to find a natural relief in the form of a surge of orgasmic hormones. I flush the toilet and smooth my skirt down before opening the door to see Mulder standing by the sinks. 

Does he think he has to stand there and make sure I follow? I don’t want to be on Skinner’s bad side any more than he does.

I scowl towards him and wash my hands; because he knows what I smell like when I’m aroused now and I don’t want to give him any indication of what I was doing.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

I go to snap at him, tell him that; Of course, I’m not fine. My insides are ripping apart and you’ve interrupted my chance at pain relief, but when I look up at him, I see genuine concern and I’m reminded that none of this is really his fault.

“I’m okay, just feeling a bit off,” I sigh and dry my hands on my skirt as his hand rests on my lower back. 

“Come on, let’s go get this over with.”

—— xxx ——

The 3rd:

It’s been two weeks since I last got off.

I’ve never felt this high strung, like a rabid animal pacing in its cage and tonight’s the first time I’ve had some "me time", and like hell I'm going to waste this opportunity.

A low, guttural moan rumbles in my throat as I grip the sheets tightly, taking my silicone dildo deeper with a roll of my hips.

Two. Fucking. Weeks.

Balancing up on my knees, I take a sharp breath when the change in angle sends a shooting pleasure from the tips of my toes to the ends of my hair, plastered to my neck with sweat.

“Fuck yes!” It’s an exclamation of relief as I feel an explosive orgasm start to bubble up in the pit of my stomach.

Fingers rub and pinch at my nipple when I start to ride my toy in earnest, the wet sounds between my legs fill my head with sinful thoughts. I’m glad I put that towel down.

Visions of Mulder fill my head; him below me with this cock thrusting deep and hitting that spot that only he has ever managed to find. A particularly deep thrust brings me dangerously close and my body trembles in preparation of what's to come.

But my phone ringing snaps me back to reality.

Just leave it. Don’t answer it.

I slow my movements and wait for the ringing to stop, knowing I’m psychologically stuck between not being able to let myself go and my body desperate to achieve release. Just, please. Stop. Ringing.

As the room falls silent I thank God and intensely rock my hips as a tingle starts to blossom in my clit and my muscles become tighter and needier around silicone.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

“Oh, goddammit!”

I sink myself and take the toy in, right to the base, and reach for the phone.

“Hel-“

“Scully!” 

It’s Mulder.

Of course, it’s fucking Mulder.

I have to bite back a moan when his voice makes me unexpectedly clench around the toy, its deepness making me feel deliciously stretched.

“Mulder, I’m busy-“

He cuts me off. “I’m waiting outside. There’s been a breakthrough in the Simmons case, we’re needed at the crime scene.”

The unprofessional part of me wants to tell him to fuck off and just go by himself and leave me alone so I can finally get my orgasm, but the pride I have for our work holds me back.

I sigh deeply and drop my head in defeat before I slowly rise off the toy and catch a moan in my throat at the loss of contact.

“Scully? Was that a moan?”

Fuck, I’m still on the phone.

“No! I was just stretching to get my shirt. Meet you in 5 minutes?”

“I’ll be waiting.”

I hang up and quickly clean myself up and begrudgingly get back into my work clothes.

Looks like I’ll have to wait a little longer too, just my fucking luck.

—— xxx ——

The 4th:

I haven’t stayed at Mulder’s in a week, both of us working overtime but I’d gotten to the stage today that crashing at his place and sleeping wrapped in his arms sounded like heaven.

Mulder’s aware that sex isn’t an option at the moment, "Ovulation is a bitch," I'd told him, but he’s just content holding me and massaging my aching stomach. He has amazing hands. This isn’t a good thing tonight as every innocent touch he gives me makes my skin burn and causes arousal to flood my system so intensely that I had to eventually excuse myself to shower, to get away from his touch.

Which is where I am now, surrounded by his shower gels and shampoo bottles with my fingers teasing needy nipples and my thighs clenching together frantically. Everything feels far too sensitive, every direct touch bordering on painful so I have to revert to this method.

It’s awkward and reminds me of my childhood; learning about masturbation through the friction of bed sheets and pillows, but it’s working. 

God, yes, it’s working.

The hot water rolls down my stomach and teases through my auburn curls and it only intensifies the clenching, arching and rocking of my thighs and hips.

I find a new angle, the water hitting my mound gently that makes me moan, head tilting back as I let my body take over and find its rhythm. One of my hands travel down to rest on wiry curls, hips rocking eagerly into my palm as I begin to lose myself; pressure is building in my stomach and everything starts to tingle.

It’s the opening of the door that catches my attention and I still my body and watch him through the blurry shower curtain as it’s not unusual for him to brush his teeth or grab a drink while I shower, so I wait.

And breathe.

But the rustling of clothes hitting the floor tells me that a glass of water isn't his intention today. With a shaky breath, I move both hands to cradle my core, whether it be out of some ingrained modesty or my body’s desperate need to just not let go, I’m not sure.

He pokes his head in and gives me the once over with an appreciative smile, his pupils dilating.

“Can I join you?” He asks and when I nod, he slowly pulls the curtain back to reveal his naked body, my eyes falling the faintest erection that I know he can’t control.

I wish I had the power to tell you no.

I shuffle so he can get under the spray and my arousal skyrockets, causing me to shiver. He must misunderstand it for coldness so he tugs me towards him and his gentle hands slide up and down my arms. As he pulls me closer, I wrap my arms around him in return and I have to resist the urge to angle my hips up into his cock.

Fuck, it’s agonising.

It’s a good thing I love him.

—— xxx ——

The 5th:

God, why do you hate me?

My fingers bunch into fists as I feel every vibration of the car sliding up the seam of my jeans that unfortunately rest flush against my clit. It’s been 2 hours now and I’m so close to either throwing myself out of the car or ripping open my jeans and getting that orgasm that is now a month overdue.

But Mulder is sitting in the driver's seat, his fingers tapping the steering wheel along with a song on the radio which makes both scenarios impossible.

Here I am, feeling like electricity personified and there he is calm and collected with not a care in the world. Fuck him.

I try to ease the pressure with a shift of my hips, but when it doesn’t work I huff in frustration which quickly turns into a sigh of relief when he turns into a gas station. 

“I’m just gonna fill up,” He works a sunflower seed between his teeth. “Did you want anything?”

“No, I’m good.” I purse my lips with a fake smile.

I’m far from good, it’s quite alarming how far from good I actually am.

With a peck to my cheek, he gets out of the car. The silence is deafening and my eyes frantically look around to find the station deserted. No eyes to watch.

Could I do this? 

I could come with just friction alone and I could make this quick.

The instant he walks away I’ve already made up my mind.

My hands slip between my legs and press roughly against my jeans and god, it’s incredible and my thighs squeeze my hands in appreciation. I’m confident I can close my eyes as he’ll be a few minutes at least. Closing my eyes will also help to ease the anxiety I feel about doing something as vulnerable as this in public.

I’m ready to burst and Mulder’s lingering smell of salt and sandalwood only brings me closer as I think about his hands, his tongue and his cock until suddenly my eyes snap open.

I’m going to come, right here at the gas station.

I can feel the telltale blush climbing up my chest, neck and settling deep in my cheeks. I’m so close.

But out of the corner of my eye, I see Mulder jogging back to the car.

“No!” I whimper loudly in a voice that’s so unlike me.

He opens the door with a chuckle, completely unaware of my internal nightmare. “I didn’t want to stay in there longer than I had to, it was dirtier than Frohike’s porn collection.”

Please, don’t mention porn right now.

He cocks his eyebrow at the hands nestled between my legs. I’ve stopped moving them but I can’t take the risk of him seeing how wet I am. Or smelling me.

“You okay there, Scully?”

“Yeah, it’s just cold without the heater on.”

“You don’t look cold,” He teases as his eyes move to my chest. “You look flushed actually.”

“Shut up, Mulder. I’m just cold.”

I turn my head and avoid his gaze as he starts the car and the vibrations, once again, make me sink into the seat. 

This ride home is going to be the death of me.

—— xxx ——

The 6th (Final):

I haven’t paid attention to a single word he’s said the whole drive home as I'm completely focused on grasping at the last of my self-restraint not to just come all over Mulder’s car seat. Just another block and I’m home. Just hang on until then, please.

He drops me off with a kiss and now that I’m in my apartment all my self-restraint flies out the window.

I strip and fumble to find the bullet vibrator in my bottom drawer, switching it on and putting it between my legs before I even settle onto the bed.

“Oh, god yes!” I moan, deep and thick and fall onto my back, my eyes shut as I start to play with any flesh I can touch.

My fingers are instantly coated in my arousal and become slippery against the silicone as a hot trickle slides down my perineum to settle on the sheets below. I feel unhinged, feral, as my hips desperately rock against the vibrations, causing everything to feel hot, pulsing and completely exquisite

I don’t hear Mulder until he’s already in my apartment, his footsteps heavy and familiar. Fuck, sometimes I hate that he has a key.

I should stop, I really should. Just cover up and give him another excuse. 

But I can’t. I’ve waited too long and there’s no way I’m giving this orgasm up. Fuck it.

He should see what he has reduced me to.  

My fingers tremble at the thought of being caught and when I open my eyes I see him standing in the doorway with a glazed expression and a bulge in his pants.

Even though I’m committed to continuing, I sink into the mattress with sudden shyness. I’ve never done this in front of another person before and the vulnerability makes me avert my eyes and pull the vibrator away. 

But suddenly he’s there, kneeling on the bed with this bottom lip between his teeth.

“Keep going,” His voice is deep with unbridled arousal. “Scully, please, don’t stop.”

All the trepidation I felt vanishes and when I touch the vibrator back to my clit he whimpers; he fucking whimpers and it’s immediately my new favourite sound.

I’m quickly jolted towards the edge as his hands softly glide up my calves to my thighs, an expression of intimacy that he knows is my biggest weakness, something I adore.

“I’m close,” I breathe out as our eyes connect. “Keep touching me.

He moans his approval. “Always, baby.”

It’s his pet name for me; something we only use during sex, that’s my undoing.

“God! I’m coming, I’m co-“ I can’t even finish my sentence.

I’m not usually one to be overly vocal in bed but I’m suddenly screaming out a mixture of his name and obscenities as my orgasm rips through me. Finally!

My eyes slam shut and my hips arch violently off the bed and I’m vaguely aware of something hot gushing out of my pussy. It feels never-ending, a repetition of contraction and release deep inside my pussy, my asshole and strongest in my clit, that floods my entire soul with overwhelming pleasure.

His hands are still touching me, grounding me, as I come back down to earth. I crack my eyes open to see him with eyes full of amazement and cheeks burning pink with arousal.

“Wow, you’ve been holding out on me,” He bites his bottom lip. “That was fucking incredible, Scully.

I giggle as my body floods with oxytocin and dopamine, then hum in appreciation when he continues to move his hands over my thighs. “You have no idea how long I’ve been holding out, I’ve wanted to come all month. You and your sucky timing have ruined all my chances.”

His hands pause.

“What?” He looks confused. “You never finished after?”

His question catches me off guard. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve known, Scully, every single time. The hotel room, the bathroom at work,” he smiles when I try to cover my blushing cheeks, his hands pulling mine away. “My shower; that one nearly killed me…the car just now…I assumed you got off when you got home. I know I did.”

I bite my lower lip. “You got off? Every time?”

“Mmhmm, every time,” He moves his hands back down my body and I subtly arch into him. “So, I think that means I owe you 4 orgasms, to apologise for my sucky timing.”

I suddenly feel ready again, this time with a hunger to have him deep inside me when I come for the second time.

My lips curl into a smirk. “I think that’s only fair. But first, I think you should show me just what you did all those nights you got off,” My voice is thick with my arousal. “I showed you mine, now you show me yours, baby.”

My foot creeps towards him, toes wiggling to tease at his erection as he grins wickedly and rocks into my touch.

Oh yeah, this might have been worth it after all.

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[image: black and white drawing of two wolves, superimposed so that the muzzle of the left-looking one is also the muzzle of the right-looking one in a slightly different pose. It’s easy to flip between seeing one or the other, but hard to see both at once. Credit to https://www.moillusions.com]

I have Schrödinger’s ADHD, and maybe Schrödinger’s Autism as well. Both there and not there, the “truth” for any moment only determined after the fact. For a while now, I’ve been thinking (and occasionally telling others) that I don’t know whether I have either condition or not. In a way it doesn’t matter, because if I do then I clearly have a robust set of coping strategies as well. It certainly does run in my family, especially the men on my father’s side. I have an uncle who was profoundly autistic as a child, but when he was about 20 he must have hit on some way to compensate (with no help from family or therapists so kudos to him) and has totally “passed” ever since. Evaluations are expensive, so why bother if it’s not affecting me too much? Another metaphor that kind of works for the is the good old “two wolves” only in my case it’s ND Wolf and NT Wolf. (I love that image above and might try to get it on a shirt BTW.) They both exist and will always exist. I can choose which one to feed, but the other never goes away. Here are some examples of how this has played out in my life.

In my work, I have gone through periods of what I (vaguely) think of as “heads down” mode - days to weeks of such intense focus on a particular problem that I barely eat, sleep, etc. It was kind of something I could control, but also kind of not: the pull was always there, and I knew I would eventually succumb whether or not I found a productive outlet. Is that ADHD behavior (or perhaps bipolar), or is it just “normal” variation?

When I had a child, I became reluctant to go into a mode where I shut everyone else out, because you can’t (or anyway shouldn’t) shut out your child. Perhaps that’s a warning for my ND friends who might have kids themselves. I might not have too many words to describe it, but it’s a pretty intense struggle.

Similarly, when I retired it was because I just didn’t want to devote those chunks of my life to others’ benefit. I still get a bit carried away, e.g. with archery or resin crafting, but it feels better even though it’s arguably less satisfying intellectually (the programming problems I was known for solving were hard).

When I wore out my second stairclimbing machine and decided that I should find a new kind of exercise, I eventually settled on running. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to stick with it unless I absolutely geeked out on it, so I did. You would not believe how much time I’ve spent thinking about gear and form and routes, but without that I would have quit years ago.

There are other things I carefully avoid because I know they would exceed my ability to pull out. That’s why I don’t play MMOs. I’ve seen them totally suck in my brother (twice) and don’t want that for myself. I’ve seen the same with my wife and Killer Sudoku or Nonograms. I know I have to pace myself with getting into a new TV or book series, or some kinds of video games, because I’ll get totally absorbed into studying the lore underneath. Even in retirement, I don’t feel like I can afford that.

When I replay a social interaction in my mind (itself probably a “not quite normal” thing to do apparently) I experience an odd kind of duality. One moment I’m hyper-aware of how I was consciously thinking and planning my way through it as someone with autism might do. The next moment I’m hyper-aware of how I was handling it intuitively, as a neurotypical person might. Flip, flop, flip, flop. In reality I suppose both elements were present, and everyone has at least a little of both, but I can choose which one to see almost exclusively and that feels weird.

In many ways, these tendencies have been positive for me. “Heads down mode” was great for my career. My obsessive behavior around running has been good for my health. It’s something I have to manage about myself, but that doesn’t mean it’s bad. Neurodivergence is a different ability (or several), not a disability. Its existence should be recognized and respected, not “fixed” or condemned.

I’m not particularly going anywhere with this, really. Just thinking out loud, and I guess crafting long posts like this (like the blog posts I wrote for many years) is another example of not-quite-NT behavior. I just have to, y’know? It’s like an itch I have to scratch, sooner or later. Usually I post the results, but also you wouldn’t believe how much time I’ve spent on stuff that’s still in my drafts. I’ll just close with a couple more images (artists unknown this time) that also illustrate the kind of duality I’m talking about. Enjoy!

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the flower festival | jjk

pairing: alatfsg!couple, jeon jungkook x female reader 

summary: sexual tension and corsets don’t mix… unless you have a willing prince that has been dreaming to unlace it himself. 

genre: best friends to lovers, smut, fluff, royalty!au, crown princess!oc, prince!jk 

warnings: 18+!!, mature!!!!!, making out, some mirror play (barely), heavy petting, oral sex (f + m receiving), cum-eating

word count: 11.8k

author’s note: hello everyone! ๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑ it’s been a while since i’ve posted this couple! i’ve been super hesitant to post this because writing smut is such a weak point for me and i wasn’t satisfied with the smut in this for the longest time, but i’ve edited it enough to make it bearable. so pls let me know what u think! .^◡^. also if there are any typos i am so sorry... but i hope u enjoy either way! (｡>﹏<)

banner pic cred here!

read the previous part here!

patience is a virtue. 

on the first of may, that night when jungkook proposed to you. the two of you ended up spending the night in the city. everyone else was allowed to go out and celebrate, but you and jungkook had to be hidden from the public eye, so while you guys were holed up in your apartment; they took shots in honor of the two of you. 

alone, you and jungkook did the normal things engaged couples do. eat delivery pizza, watch pretty little liars, and of course: make out. 

when you kissed jungkook that night, something changed between the two of you. which was expected, but you can never prepare for how different things could be. there was some awkward talk beforehand, like how you were trying to explain everything after season two (because that’s when jungkook stopped watching.) but, he always knows when and how to strike. 

“so are spencer and toby still together? i thought he betrayed her.” jungkook asks intently, biting off a piece of his pizza crust. 

you suck in a breath through your teeth. “it’s complicated— you really just have to watch it to understand everything.” 

“yeah?” he asks, staring at your face and leaning his cheek against his fist. the sound of emily talking in the back fades into the background for him. he was listening at first— about how toby only did it to protect spencer but soon enough, the words started going into one ear and out the other. he was only really listening to how sweet your voice sounds. you explain the show’s twists and turns because you know jungkook wouldn’t watch the rest of it. he was done with the show by season two. spoby was his ship. finding out that toby was a member of the a team sent him over the edge— he vowed to never watch the show again because it’s treasonous to do that to the woman you love. (and since he vowed to never watch it again, he’ll never know that they actually end up together.) 

so as you explain everything, jungkook pretends he’s listening. technically he is. staring directly towards your lips, watching your lips turn into a smile when you realize that he wasn’t catching anything you were putting down. “can you repeat anything i said to you?” 

“what?” he laughs, lifting his head from his hand. “my apologies, princess, i was too busy thinking.” 

“about?”

“your lips.” 

the two of you turned a new leaf. you were in no way going to deny yourself the luxury of jungkook’s lips, especially as a princess; you are allowed everything you could ever want. and all you want right now, is him. 

it starts slow, one sweet kiss that has the two of you giggling. three kisses that lead the slower pace. then so on. jungkook swipes his tongue against your bottom lip. the both of you kiss through giggles and gasps. you climb onto his lap after a few minutes of lip locking and sit yourself down on something prominently hard. you can’t help but breathe out a moan at the feeling. it makes jungkook groan against your lips. the feeling of your warm core on him makes his head spin. 

he calls for a time out, laying his head against the couch to catch a breather. you know, allow himself to relax. it was fun, provoking jungkook when he was like this: flustered. so as you sit on his lap, his problem is still very evident. you quirk an eyebrow and ask, “are you hard?” 

jungkook lets out a little laugh before lifting his head back up to look at you. a roll of his eyes and a small smile as he replies, “not even gonna answer that.” he dives back in, sliding his tongue against yours as you moan out. his hands on your lower back, pulling you closer and closer until you were only one step away from doing the deed. 

“are we—” you start but jungkook already knows what you’re going to say. 

“fuck— i’m sorry, princess. too much?” he pulls himself away. “you said you wanted to take it slow.” he holds you gently in his lap, not as close as before. he’s biting his lip now, scared that he did take it too far. 

you blush. “right— yeah, of course, slow.” you nod incessantly, trying to calm yourself down even though you’re one hundred percent sure your underwear is soaked. your reply puts him at ease, he can hear that you’re as flustered as he is. 

with a gentle laugh, he holds your cheek in his hand. “whenever you want it, just know i do too.” he assures you. “but i want to do this right, wanna make sure everything is perfect, you know?” the way he’s tilting his head to the side and giving you that lazy smile; it’s testing your abstinence. you could just take him here and now. but you refrain, understanding that it’s just probably not time yet. 

“i know.” you nod again, sheepishly. “hungry?” you ask him as you shuffle off of his lap. 

he laughs at the way your face turns pink. “one more kiss.” 

and so it went on. day after day. week after week. leading to now. it’s almost the end of may. you and jungkook are doing good, abstaining from sexual desires by basically avoiding each other whenever the urges come. neither of you are sure you can hold out any longer. but the two of you put up a strong front. jungkook doesn’t know that you’d pounce on him within a second if he asked. you don’t know that jungkook would kiss every inch of your skin if you told him he could. there’s just a lot of nervous feelings surrounding sex between the two of you. a kiss is one thing, but sex is another. 

besides the copulation conundrum; spring is in full swing. the flowers in raemor are in full bloom. the pretty pastel colors remind you of the special time that comes every year. 

the annual raemor flower festival! 

every kingdom in the world is invited; they’re welcome to party and stay at the palace whenever the flower festival comes around. with the multiple rooms in the castle, two chateaus under your name, and the jeon family's castle, it was safe to say that you could never run out of space to help house all the families that were invited to the festival. 

it took place over a week; sometimes people would stay the entire week, a couple of days, a night, or maybe even just a couple of hours. it was just a huge sleepover party that welcomed every kingdom of the world to check out how pretty the flowers are in raemor. it was also a time to network, befriend more people, and assure that alliances were kept. 

you’d heard from blue that this year is expected to be the largest turn out in history, and it’s all because of you and jungkook. your engagement has attracted the attention of almost every kingdom. everyone wants to be invited to the wedding, the coronation, the baby shower— they want to see it all. they want to see the fairytale dream come true! 

“are you nervous?” jungkook comes up from behind you, snaking his hands around your waist as he gives you a hug. you’d been watching and assisting the staff as they begin to set up the tables and clean up the garden. 

“for what?” you place your hands over his, leaning into his warmth. jungkook was always warm for some reason, even if he wasn’t dressed properly for the weather. just like now, it was still morning and the sun hadn't properly risen. but he seemed to only be wearing a short sleeved shirt and the sweats you got him. 

“the festival,” he answers, pulling you closer to him so that you're snug against his front. “i heard everyone is coming, and i mean like, everyone.” 

a part of you is nervous, terrified really. it’s your first real, real event ever since your return. your welcome back dinner didn’t really count since it was mostly just family and close friends of the crown. then the suitor/supposed-to-be engagement party didn’t really count because you didn’t do much besides sit down, chat, and mope about jungkook. but this, this was a meeting that involved international relations. people that you haven’t seen in years, and some you haven’t even met yet. “kind of,” you shrugged. lying through your teeth. 

“your mother was talking to me about how she’s gonna make you redo your etiquette training,” he informs you. you turn around, ready to argue your cause that you’ll do just fine, but you got side tracked easily.

jungkook is just so pretty. the title of prettiest prince was well deserved, because when you turned around, one look at his face was enough to make you stutter and stumble over your words. “she— she what?! when?” 

“yeah, i think she will be training you for the days leading up to the festival.” he explains, putting his hands in the pockets of his sweats. his morning look is unreasonably attractive. messy hair and slightly puffy face. if you could, you’d shower his face in kisses right now. realizing your stare, he smiles. “like what you see?”

you roll your eyes, “yes, my pretty prince.” you press a finger onto his chest, “you better help get me out of etiquette lessons or else.” you warn before walking back into the castle. you continue pointing to him with a direct glare as you pass the big double doors that lead back into the castle. you can only see his face break into a smile before he shrugs sarcastically. 

“you’re on your own, princess!” 

you’d learned that jungkook wasn’t lying about your mother wanting to redo your etiquette training. she wasn’t impressed by the way you carried yourself during your would’ve-been engagement party. so, for the past few days you’ve been balancing books on your head because she said that you slouch your back when you walk. then at dinner she would be eagle-eyed, making sure you were picking up the right utensils. she would correct your legs when you were sitting, telling you to cross at the ankles and to sit the right way. 

“i can’t even breathe properly, according to her.” you groan, walking with jungkook down the hall and to the garden. another one of your mothers training sessions was about to start. she warned you not to be late or else she’d make it extra long today. 

it was the day before the festival. in a few hours, it would be the welcoming dinner which is when everyone will attend. some guests had already started to arrive but your mother wasn’t satisfied by the way that you still weren’t able to walk with three books stacked atop your head. she just had to squeeze in one more etiquette class.

“at least it’s done after today,” he laughs, “then you just have to remember what you learned and make sure you’re being the most princess-y princess.” 

“right,” you scoff playfully. 

“___! come on! we’ve got to get started now!” your mother calls from the edge of the garden. you look at jungkook, silently pleading for him to save you before you walk down the stairs and to her. 

he goes inside for a little bit; answering questions from the early arriving visitors and helping the staff put the finishing touches on everything. before he goes back outside to meet with you, he grabs some tea and a little snack for the both of you. when he comes out, you’re walking in a straight line with three books stacked on your head. they looked heavy, he wonders if it hurts. 

jungkook watches from afar, smiling at the way you wobble when you walk. bottom lip stuck between your teeth in concentration. you’re just about to finish the walk when the top book falls, making the rest of the fall too. 

“where has your good posture gone, my child?!” your mother giggles from the other side. 

“highschool and college will do this to you, mother! this is how you know i was a good student!” you groan, picking up the books and trying it again. 

you were determined, and you’d eventually get it. the second try you were able to walk back and forth the line without dropping the books. when your mother approves, you plop onto the grass beside the cobblestone. a sigh of relief coming from your mouth. 

that’s my girl, jungkook almost says out loud before he realizes a presence beside him, startling him. she’d probably been standing there for a while. there was a slight grimace on her face, staring— almost glaring— your way. 

“it is quite bizarre that the people want to make her queen, isn’t it? i mean, look at her,” she scowls. jungkook looks around to see if she’s talking to anyone else, but he’s the only one near. obviously, she was talking about you, she was facing your way and mentioned the fact that you’d be queen. you’re next in the line of succession, of course you’d be queen. it was dumb thing for her to say. 

he turns and looks at her with a disgusted, but mostly confused expression. “she is the king's daughter— we don’t have to make her the queen, she is going to be queen, it’s in her blood.” 

she’s quiet at first from the response. apparently she was expecting a different reply. jungkook doesn’t know if he’s ever met this lady. she seems just a little older than the both of you. he suspects she’s probably from here, a highborn of some noble. it’s both surprising but somehow expected. there’s been reports recently of some extremist raemorians that have spoken out against your becoming of the queen. they don’t trust you, as you’ve been gone for so long and only come back now. they see it as you’ve abandoned them, and only came back to marry jungkook, and if you were to choose, you’d rather be with the outside world than raemor. 

but jungkook knows that’s not the case— he can see how much you missed the kingdom. in the way that you spend a little more time walking around than you used to. the way that you take forever when you talk to the citizens of the village. you care about raemor— not just because of jungkook or because you had to come back. but because this is your home, this is your birthplace, this is your family. 

“she doesn’t behave like a princess, let alone a queen.” she rolls her eyes, breaking jungkook out of his train of thought. “if only the queen bore another child, maybe they would be more worthy of the crown.”

it was bold of her to be speaking this way about you and your family. especially to him. she had to have known that jungkook was a close friend of the crown. there are pictures and paintings of all of you around the palace, some in the city too— did she think he secretly despises you? she could not have been more wrong. 

“i’m not sure who you think you’re talking to, but if you don’t want to be on the kings bad side, i suggest you keep your statements to yourself, because that girl there—” he points to you, successfully walking with four books stacked atop your head. a smile on his face before he finishes his statement, “—is my betrothed, and i will not hesitate to defend her.” 

that seems to get her, and if she wanted to say more, jungkook didn’t give her the chance. he walked down the stairs and to you just after, scones on a plate in one hand and tea in the other. 

“great job on the books.” he congratulates, handing the plate to you. 

“thank you,” you give him a proper curtsy. “are we done now, mother? i wanna take a nap.” turning to your mother with a mouthful of food. she gives you a playful glare. you chew your food fast and swallow before asking again. “please?” 

“one hour,” she tells you. “you’ve got to be up and ready before it gets dark, it's the welcome dinner tonight, you know that.” 

“you got it!” you smiled, taking jungkook’s hand and dragging him back into the palace, up to your room and plopping onto your bed. a good nap is what the two of you need, especially since the two of you have been waking up at seven in the morning to help out these past few days. 

the sound of the alarm on your phone blaring makes you jolt up, jungkook too. “your alarm is a bit harsh, don’t you think?” he rubs his eyes. he was right, it was the scary one, that sounded like you pressed the wrong button in a control room. 

“how else am i going to wake up?” you laughed, shutting off the alarm and stretching in your bed. “time to get ready.” you sigh against your sheets, eyes fluttering closed once more. 

jungkook pulls you up when he sees that you’re about to fall asleep again. “rise and shine, princess.” your body feels like jelly, you collapse against him and groan. 

“protect me from the corsets, jungkook.” you plead against his chest. 

“you don’t have to wear them.” he shrugs, “jieun didn’t—” and you’re sending him a glare before he can finish the sentence. “sorry.” he scratches the back of his neck. 

“mother said i have to— she said it will help my posture.” you groaned. “plus, she said if i wasn’t wearing my corset for the festival— she’d find me and put it on me herself— i am not risking that.” you shake your head in fear. 

“fair enough.” jungkook laughs. trying once more to get you up but you plop down again, unable to leave the comfort of your sheets. 

speaking of your posture, your mother would be disappointed if she saw you right now. your spine was at an almost ninety degree angle, jungkook tries to hold you up but you keep slumping down. before you know it, your doors are being opened and the sound of your two best ladies rings in your ears. “it’s time, princess!” chaeyoung jumps onto the bed. 

“we’ll take it from here, your highness.” chungha tells jungkook, and he nods, letting go of your jelly body gently and watching as you plop back down on the bed. 

before jungkook leaves the room, he raises your left hand and gives a gentle kiss to your ring finger. “i’ll see you later, princess.” he smiles against your knuckle. it’s the only thing that got you to sit up, so you could look at him properly. after you bid him adieu, he makes his way back home to get ready himself. his friends are also hiding out in his room, ready to style the prince for the flower festival. 

the dress you chose was beautiful, a pretty light green color that reminds you of the leaves from the flowers you were celebrating today. 

they allow you to get into your undergarments and when you’re ready, they help you slide the loose corset on. it’s been five years since you last wore one. your ribs and stomach have been allowed to be free and enjoy life. but now, it’s once again being subjected to weird and unusual punishment. 

chaeyoung and chungha promise that it shouldn’t hurt too bad. it’s supposed to be one of the most comfortable corsets in the market. 

“just remember, take in all the air you can and then hold it, yeah?” chaeyoung explains. you nod, taking in a few more breaths before she moves behind you alongside chungha. “okay, ready, breathe!” she calls out, pulling the laces and pulling them tightly. 

they were right about it being a lot more comfortable, it felt nice against your skin but it was still a corset. after some time, even the finest fabrics will feel like sandpaper. 

“we’re late.” chungha points out, nodding towards the clock that reads 7:15. 

“crap!” you gasped. “does it really take that long to help a girl dress up?!” they finish tightening the corset and rush to slide the gown on. they cinch the waist of the dress and tie the knots into pretty bows. 

“corsets are an art, they take time,” chaeyoung says. she would know, half of her closet is corsets; she loves the hell out of them. she was studying fashion the last time you checked, you hope she still is. 

you’re sitting at your vanity, digging through your jewelry box to see which pieces would look good with your dress. chungha styles your hair. she decides to go for a flowy look today, leaving your hair down and adding some texture with gentle curls before adding tiny flowers through the strands to match with your dress. you were truly raemor's crown princess with this look. chaeyoung applies your makeup, a natural look with neutral browns to fit in with the nature theme you were going with. then you were sifting through the necklaces you own, deciding on the simple gold chain and dainty gold rings. last but not least, the honorary raemor flower crown that is passed down to every princess of raemor. it’s been yours for the past twenty years. it’s never fit as perfectly as it does today. 

“you are stunning, princess!” chaeyoung and chungha praise you as you stand from your vanity, giving them a little twirl, they cheer some more. 

you let out a laugh, “are you ready for one of the biggest parties of the year?” raising your eyebrows. 

you all let out a whoop and make your way outside of your room. allowing the three of you to calm down as you walk out and towards the ballrooms second story entrance. you and your ladies looking prim and proper as you arrive half an hour late to the celebration. you stop just in front of the door and the announcer calls out the names of your ladies first, the two of them step through the huge doors and walk down the stairs on their own. 

as you let out a breath, you tell yourself that all the nervousness will go away. that you won’t tumble down the stairs and that your crown won’t fall when you bow and curtsy. when you hear the announcer call your name and the big double doors swing open for you. your breath is caught in your throat. the sight of at least a thousand people in one room; it frightens you. 

it’s almost silent in the room, the only noises were quiet gasps, whispers, and the faint entrance music playing in the background. your eyes search through the room to find someone familiar, your mother, your father, your ladies, anyone! and just as you thought you were about to run away. you spot jungkook at the back of the room, in front of the open doors of the ballroom with the biggest smile on his face. he’s so handsome, his hair parted and his hands in the pockets of his tuxedo. seeing him makes your nerves wash away. 

with that, you bow your head slightly and begin your descent down the stairs. you watch as jungkook snakes his way around the crowd to make it to your side when you reach the bottom of the steps. you bow once more and a round of applause breaks out into the room. multiple praises, shouts of compliments come your way and you can’t help but blush. 

“you are breathtaking.” jungkook approaches you, whispering close to your ear. 

“as are you,” you tell him. he smiles at you as he holds his arm out for you to hold. you greet everyone as you make it through the huge room, saying hi to people you haven’t seen since you left, to people you’ve never met before, and to people you just saw an hour ago. at the end of the line, your parents stand, proud of their beautiful daughter. 

“you really are the crown princess of raemor.” your father takes you into his arms, kissing atop of your head. 

your mother sneakily checks if you’re wearing a corset by giving you a hug, her arm wrapping around your waist to check for the ribs of the garment. “you’re doing amazing, my love.” she laughs, “i won’t torture you about it anymore.” 

“thank you.” you groaned. laughs erupt between the two of you and she tells both you and jungkook to go and mingle. it was the best time to form stronger alliances and now since the two of you are officially engaged, everyone will want a piece of the pie. they want to know if they’ll be invited to the wedding, if they’ll be in the wedding party (even though you aren’t close to most of these people.) 

and that was exactly the case when it came to the marchioness of spain. you never really knew her all that well, she doesn’t really come around very often and you’ve only ever visited spain twice in your entire life. jungkook had separated from you because the prince of france took him away for a drink with him and his buddies, leaving you with his sister: the princess of france and the marchioness. they’re apparently the best of friends. 

you’re on your third fake laugh when the marchioness finally asks what you think she’s been itching to this entire conversation. “have you chosen your maid of honor yet?” she asks. 

with a pained smile, you shake your head and lie through your teeth. “no, i haven’t.” of course, i have. it’s seungyeon. 

she gives you a little wink, “well, i’m always open to it, you know?” you know she’s being serious by the way that she looks so hopeful about it. it made you feel kind of bad. but the maid of honor spot is meant for someone that you’re actually close to, not someone that you felt bad for. you could only give her another big, fake smile. in hopes that she’ll lay off the idea. 

the princess of france butts in, “but you’re married, you can’t be a maid of honor.” she swirls her champagne around in her flute, shooting the marchioness a look. 

“i can be a matron of honor.” she bites back. her eyes narrowed and a very apparent glare started to form. the two of them begin having the most intense staring contest in the world. you couldn’t even believe you were in the middle of this. 

from behind you, your knight in shining armor comes just in time. jungkook coughs, getting your attention before speaking. “princess, your father has been searching for you.” 

“oh—! right! i must go, ladies, my apologies.” you excuse yourself with a quick bow of your head and take hold of jungkook’s arm as he leads you away. “thank you.” you squeeze his arm gently and lean into him. “i never realized how exhausting talking to aristocrats— being that we are also.” 

“well, they’re… you know—“ he laughs. 

you finish his sentence for him, knowing he’s too nice to say it out loud. “annoying?” 

“yes, exactly.” he laughs. 

“princess!” the duchess of gotia approaches you, eunwoo’s mother. she’s known to be the mother, actually. she’s always offering to babysit the royal children. you always found it very sweet. she loves being a mother, so with her interaction, you know exactly what she’s going to say. “so…” she sing-songs. “how is it coming?” she asks, signaling towards your belly. 

“uh— well," you laugh awkwardly and jungkook quickly answers for you. 

“duchess, we aren’t even married yet.” he shoots down the idea immediately. 

“well, if you ever need a babysitter, you know who to call!” she smiles brightly. “you have been the greatest to my eunwoo, and i would like to express my gratitude whenever you need me.” 

“of course,” you nodded with a smile. “we will let you know when the time comes.” you tell her hesitantly, looking up to jungkook, only to see that his eyes have averted to looking anywhere except you. 

she walks away to converse with the ladies when another pair of highborns decide to approach you. for the third time tonight, you and jungkook have maneuvered your way around and avoided the talk of an heir. how awkward was it to talk about babies when you guys haven’t even touched third base yet. 

“everyone please gather! it is time for dinner!” clementine announces and you let out a sigh of relief. you and jungkook make it to your assigned table and sit down next to each other. 

before anyone starts eating, the king and queen are supposed to make a speech about how thankful they are for everyone that has visited, how they hope everyone enjoys the flowers, and then wishes them well as they allow them to dig into their meal. 

but the speech has gone on for quite a long time this year, your father was rambling about how this is the first flower festival with you back and how hard it’s been without you. it’s a touching speech, really, but your father always finds a way to skew the speech in a different direction; even when he doesn’t mean to. it’s been five minutes and now he’s talking about how tough of a winter it was this year and how he was afraid that the flowers were frozen and gone forever. 

jungkook glances over to see you hunching your back, it looks uncomfortable, and it must be if you’re in a dress like that. multiple ties in the back and metal ribs to cinch in your waist. so he decides to help you out a little bit. sneakily, his hand moves to your back, pushing slightly. “straighten your back, love.” he whispers in your ear. 

your back straightens immediately, a shiver runs down your spine as well. “thank— thank you.” the slight touch and his words make you quiver, having to take a breath to stabilize yourself and assure that you don’t start making out with him in the middle of your father’s speech. 

he takes his hand away from your back swiftly, but not before he takes a quick look at the intricate lacing in the back. tightly woven for the appearance of a defined waist. “does it hurt?” jungkook visibly winces. 

“just a little,” you pinch your fingers together. “but you get used to it after a while.” you shrug. 

“are the laces too tight?” he asks after staring at the ties for a while. “i can tell chaeyoung,” he suggests. 

you shake your head, “i’m fine— promise.” 

your father finally finishes his speech with a request for everyone to raise their glass and cheers to the celebration of the flowers, thanking the higher powers for everything before telling everyone to dig in. 

after dinner was when the princes and princesses would talk, in this case: jungkook (since you were too nervous to talk). for some reason, he was really nervous today. jungkook is never nervous, he’s always confident about what he’s going to say. but now it was his turn to be corrected. his leg was bouncing like crazy, the table jumps every now and then from his knee knocking it. so you place your hand atop of his thigh, gently telling him to cease the movements. it works, he pauses and stares at your hand with wide eyes. they flicker between your hand and your side profile. you stare straight, listening to your father talk (he was supposed to just introduce jungkook, but ended up making another speech) while your hand comforts his restless leg. 

jungkook tries to keep it under control, but your hand is inches away from his groin, and he tries to deny the blush that rushes over his face. 

his hand covers yours and gives you a gentle squeeze. it makes you turn to look at him, a look on his face that you’ve never seen before. a straight face with eyes that wander, stern but mischievous at the same time. 

he pulls your hand off of his leg and redirects it to your lap, giving you a little smile before letting his hand ghost the skin of your exposed thigh. the slit on your dress is unhelpful when it comes to modesty and trying to be subtle about how you feel towards jungkook, both emotionally and sexually. a slight touch from jungkook topples the dominoes. goosebumps raise on your arms, your breath is caught in your throat, and now suddenly, your core is a lot warmer than before. 

your father continues to ramble about the history of the soil and how every flower and plant can grow on the grounds of raemor. jungkook’s hand is still on your lap. you’ve calmed down now, the urge to pounce on him has subdued to just wanting to kiss him right now. he’s gorgeous, as always. a perfect side profile, hair styled so prettily, and his skin so soft against yours. 

“and to keep the night going, a word from our prince, jungkook!” your father finally announces. 

you plant a kiss on his cheek before he gets up, “good luck.” you whisper in his ear and he gives you a bright smile before he makes his way up to the stage. 

after the welcome applause dies down, jungkook taps the microphone and introduces himself as if no one in the room knew him. then he goes on about how lucky he is to be living a life like this. how privileged he and everyone in the room is. and how excited he is for the future of raemor and the world. he ends the speech with a sweet shout out to you. “and as we are here celebrating the best blooms of raemor, i’d like to thank the prettiest flower, our princess ___, for being my best friend and my fiancée— now let us party!” 

you blush. your hands covering your face because of how cute it was. jungkook received a loud applause, credited to his friends who whoop and shout as he comes down the stage. once he comes back to the table, he gives you a big kiss and the two of you laugh at how cheesy his ending sentence was. 

the party starts up once more, the mc’s orchestrate the music and multiple people join, waltzing and turning upon the shiny ballroom floor. jungkook wants to dance with you. so he lifts his hand from your lap to ask for a dance. 

jungkook knows you don’t exactly like dancing, but you always take the chance to dance with him whenever it’s given to you. plus, with this dress, how could you not groove and twirl around? 

a dance sounds so innocent, the gentle movements of ballroom dancing and the easy one, two steps. but jungkook is a pro, despite your novice skills, he lets you step out of your comfort zone. trying dips and lifts with you. the slight touches against your hips, your waist, and down your arms. you had no idea how to exactly explain it, but you felt something burn inside of you. 

when jungkook pulls you in for another twirl, his hand ever so slightly grazes just underneath your breast, his thumb running over the clothed skin. you jolt back abruptly and jungkook is startled. pulling his hands down to yours immediately. “is everything alright, princess? would you like to take a break?” 

you nod, “please.” you let go of his hands and walk off the dance floor. jungkook is hot on your heels as you head to your table to get a drink of water. soon, the burn from deep inside begins to travel. your face began to burn up, your fingertips, and your skin. suddenly, your corset was way too tight, your shoes were a size too small, the crown on your head felt like thorns— everything was bothering you. you knew it was because you wanted jungkook so bad. 

“is there anything i can get you?” he comes up behind you. a hand gently caresses your arm. his touch is hot. it was so hard to control these feelings. love was hard enough, but now lust clouds your view. 

“i’m— i’m fine,” you take another sip of your water. “i just need to sit down.” 

he sits down with you, worry encompassing his face. “are you sure everything is okay? is it your dress? i can call one of your ladies to help.” 

you shake your head, “i’m fine.” reassuring him that it was okay, it’s just that incredulous, incessant burn. 

“alright.” jungkook nods. “i won’t leave your side, just let me know if you need anything.” he tells you, and you nod. thanking him even though you knew if you wanted to keep this abstinence promise, you were gonna need to be as far away from him as possible. 

you try to spend the next ten minutes calming down, but with jungkook sitting in front of you, conversing with other princes and highborn from his seat— he looks too good. he’s leaning back, arm around the empty chair next to him, his body is still facing you but his face is turned to talk to his friends that are at the next table. it just makes him look even hotter. if that was even possible. the promise that he wouldn’t leave your side made you melt, and it’s only contributing to the problem between your thighs. you cross your legs and squeeze, trying to relieve some of the ache but it doesn’t work. you need to leave now or you need jungkook to help ease this tension. 

and there was nothing wrong with asking for it. 

“actually— jungkook,” you sit up. taking his attention away from yugyeom who sat at the table behind him, showing him something on his phone. “can you help me? the lacing on my corset is starting to become unbearable.” 

he stands up immediately, holding his hand up for you to hold as you get up from your seat. “oh— sure, princess, let me get chae—“ 

“no! it’s okay— could you just help me to my room?” you interrupt him, a sweet look on your face. your intentions are quite evil, and you wonder if he can see right through you. “please?” 

“of course, princess.” he agrees. excusing himself from the conversation with yugyeom. his arm is out for you to hold, and you take it gleefully. 

you weave through the massive ball room to get to your parents table, tapping your mother on her shoulder to inform her. “i’ll be taking a break in my room with jungkook.” she nods and laughs, clearly not paying attention to whatever you were saying because her friends were telling her about a trip they had in bali. 

so the two of you make it up the stairs, down the main hall and to your room. you let yourselves in and lock the door behind you. “oh— thank god,” you sighed. jungkook was already on your bed, back against your comforter and eyes straight to the ceiling. 

“suffocating conversations and a device around your waist that basically chokes you, are you a sadist or something?” jungkook jokes, laying on his side with his head resting against his hand. 

“i don’t take pleasure in making people cry, jungkook.” you rolled your eyes playfully. “i think the word you’re looking for is masochist.” taking off your heels, you make your way to your bed and jungkook makes some space for you. you groan as you plop down onto the bed. in the minute that you’re laying down, jungkook takes the liberty to put something on the tv and dim the lights a little. as the movie plays in the background, you lay there on your stomach, arms feeling like jelly as you try to untie the laces of your corset by yourself. 

jungkook watches as you flail your arms. stifling a laugh, he asks, “do you need help, princess?” 

“yes, please.” you pout. 

“okay, i’ll call your ladies and—" 

“jungkook, you’re already here— do you want to try? i can talk you through it.” you sit up, looking him in the eye. 

jungkook tries to hide the way that his eyes almost bulge out of his head. gulping, he asks, “are— are you sure you want me to help? i can get them up here quickly.” 

“please?” you ask him sweetly. you can see that he’s eager, that he is willing; but you know he’s too much of a gentleman to admit something like that. especially in this abstinence period the two of you are having now. so you shrug a little bit, “unless you don’t want to, then i can go find them myself, it’s no problem.” 

he lets out a shaky breath. jungkook isn’t sure how to explain why he’s worried. the thought of helping you out of a corset is intimate. he’s had many, many dreams about it. so you asking him, leads him straight into a trap. one that the two of you have been avoiding ever since you first kissed. 

but you’re asking so nicely, the sweetest look in your eyes that he knows has to be intertwined with evil. because why else would you be asking your best friend— soon to be husband— to undo the ties of your corset? 

he’s thought about it for all too long now. to the point where he just thinks, fuck it. so he nods. “i’ll help you.” 

“are you sure?” you tilt your head. he only comes closer, nodding his head as you scoot back a little bit, so that you’re closer as well. out of habit, his hands move to your waist automatically. you have to take a slight breath to calm yourself down before continuing. “okay,” you mentally prepare yourself. “untie this first,” placing your hand where the dress holds itself together. he pulls the silk bow apart easily, and the material of your dress falls. leaving the corset laces out and ready to be loosened. you point to the bow just at the middle of your back, “then pull this apart.” 

the string is pulled and the knot is undone successfully. jungkook looks at you through the mirror in front of you. the moment is something you’d find in a romance movie. the dim lighting is inherently sensual, and the volume of the tv fades into the back as the two of you only focus on eachother. the mirror compels the two of you to make eye contact every now and then. jungkook successfully unties the very professional bow chaeyoung tied and looks to you again for reassurance. you give him a soft smile and a quick nod. 

with that, he asks. “what now?” he’s a little closer than he was earlier. that familiar feeling between your legs starts up once again. you try to hide it, shifting your weight every now and then, squeezing your thighs together. 

jungkook doesn’t say anything, but he notices. 

“pull the strings here,” you cough. you bring your hands up to hold his, bringing them to the laces. “to loosen them.” 

he nods, swiftly going through with your instructions. jungkook can feel the heat radiating off of your body, he can also see the way that your cheeks are turning pink and how warm your hand was against his. to comfortably pull the laces, he lifts your hair and brings it to your front. his fingers ever so slightly brushing against your neck; the slight touch making you lean your head as if he were diving in to kiss it. jungkook can see that too, it makes him smile. the pure want that radiates off of you matches the passion he’s been trying his hardest to bury. 

pulling gently on the strings and watching as they tug apart, the integrity of your corset deteriorates as the strings pull further away. your bare back begins to show. your hand moves to the front of the corset, holding it close to your chest and (barely) trying to keep everything modest. 

“should i keep going?” jungkook whispers in your ear, entirely too close for comfort but it feels so nice. his voice is so smooth, it goes straight to your core, only adding to the intense warmth. his question was a double edged sword. asking if he should keep unlacing your corset and at the same time, keep going with this. “do you want to?” he adds. 

“yes,” you nod. a look in the mirror shows you a different jungkook, one that is filled with desire.

instead of pulling that last lace to completely deem your corset useless, he catches you off guard, sitting straight and undoing the buttons of his dress shirt. your eyes almost bulge out of your head when he takes his shirt off, his bare chest out for you to see. it’s nothing you haven’t seen before, but in the moment, you can’t help but stare. 

he covers your shoulders with the shirt, making sure the front of the shirt covers your chest before he pulls out the last knot. in turn, the top becomes loose and falls forward into your grasp. the feeling of the cold air against your warm skin makes goosebumps rise. jungkook’s shirt is the only thing keeping you from full-on flashing him with your breasts. you hold the shirt closed with your hand as you let the rest of the dress fall off of your body, you gently kick it to the side and leave it on the floor beside your bed. putting his shirt on properly, the cold silk brushes against your arms. 

when you turn around, jungkook is further than he was. no longer was he close enough to whisper in your ear and make your shiver from his lips ghosting your neck. he’s now sitting with his back against the headboard and he’s staring. he sees how pretty you look in his shirt and that your legs are clad, only in the black underwear you were wearing. he tried his best not to stare. when he realized that you caught him, he changed his focus back onto the tv. he clears his throat, “comfortable now?” 

you hum, “very.” he looks so delectable, your multicolored lights don’t help your hunger; the lights reflect off of him in the prettiest way. his legs are parted just enough, and you can imagine how it would feel if you sat between them. “can i sit with you?” you ask, a devilish idea sprouting in your mind. 

“of course,“ he nods, “c’mere, princess.” patting the spot next to him. you have other plans, crawling into the space between his legs. jungkook doesn’t protest, rather, just a surprised look on his face when you rest your back on his front and sit yourself flush against him. 

“is this okay?” you asked, turning back to look at him. 

he nods, gulping. “yeah— yeah, of course.” 

jungkook forces his eyes not to stray just below him, where the valley of your breasts is exposed because you didn’t bother to button the shirt up all the way. his eyes try to stay focused on the avengers saving the world, but from his peripheral vision, he can see the way that his shirt barely clings onto your breasts. if you were to move an inch, the shirt would slip easily. 

on your end; jungkook is taking too long. you thought he would have made a move by now. his bold words and actions earlier when he was undoing your corset had your expectations high, but now it looks like he’s actually focused on the infinity stones. you shift a little against him, making the hand that was resting on his leg fall onto you. he pulls back immediately, as if he’d burned himself on your skin. “sorry,” he flushes. 

you laugh, “it’s okay.” 

as always, jungkook is too much of a gentleman to speak his dirty mind. every few minutes or so, you can sense his eyes changing their focus from the tv to the gap in his shirt you’re wearing. the little glimpse of your cleavage is enough to make his face flush and his dick start to stiffen. “fuck,” he whispers to himself. 

“hm?” you turn your head to look at him. the devil on your shoulder telling you to kiss him and tease him. when he makes eye contact with you, you spot his bottom lip between his teeth. 

“don’t do this to me, princess.” he practically begs, on his last thread of self control when you turn a little more. the shirt shifting and revealing more. “i’m afraid i can’t hold back any longer.” 

giving him a gentle kiss against his jaw with a smirk on your lips before you say, “then don’t.” 

he sighs, leaning his head back against the headboard. “you—“ he starts, lifting his head back up after he’s gotten his thoughts in order. “princess, don’t you want to wait?” 

“do you still want to wait?” you ask him, sitting up and covering yourself in a quick haste. jungkook is silent. if he was honest, he was scared. he didn’t really know why, but he just felt like he would mess it up somehow. plus, waiting for the right time wasn’t so bad, despite him wanting to devour you right now, he’s a man of self control. he won’t push anything you don’t want. patience is a virtue, he tells himself. so he gulps, not saying anything, just staring back at you. 

he takes too long to answer, and it just makes you more insecure. you can’t even look at him straight in the eye anymore, afraid you humiliated yourself in front of your best friend. you start buttoning up the top as you speak, “i’m sorry— i just… didn’t want to wait anymore.” 

and in that moment, jungkook says fuck patience. 

reaching out to stop your hands from doing another button. your eyes shoot up, making eye contact with him. “i’m sorry, princess— i didn’t know.” 

“wasn’t it obvious by the way i’m throwing myself at you right now?” you giggled which in turn makes jungkook laugh as well. 

but the energy in the room is far from family friendly, the laughs that leave jungkook make him even more delectable. he has that lazy smile on again. he raises his hand from your buttons to your face, gently rubbing your cheek before he dives in for a kiss. one that leads the two of you into a great deal of swapping spit. 

he smiles against your lips, “i just needed to hear you say it.” his other hand snakes under the shirt, placing it on your lower back and pulling you close. jungkook’s bare chest against your silk covered one. sneakily, using his other hand to unbutton the ones you’ve done up. 

you look up and beg him with your eyes to relieve some of the pressure between your thighs. “please,” you nod. 

he tsks, shaking his head. “need you to tell me what you want, my love.” his hands continue to roam under the silk shirt, you can feel the way they inch closer and closer to your breasts. 

“i— i want you to touch me.” you tell him. 

he hums. accepting your request. gently pulling the garment away from your chest, your breasts out for him to cherish. he takes his time admiring them before bringing his warm hands and running them over your stiff buds. enveloping you in a messy kiss as he continues. the cold metal of his gold signet ring is a stark contrast to the warmth of your bodies, it makes you shiver and groan against jungkook’s lips. feeling so sensitive and so ready. it was embarrassing for you to admit that you were so wet, the anticipation has you dripping. “like this?” he continues to play with your breasts. paying close attention to your nipples because he loves the way that you react when he adds a little pressure. 

“more,” you plead, breaking the kiss. “please— jungkook.”

he lets out a little laugh at your willingness. his hands move to your back, giving you another kiss before repositioning the two of you and gently laying you against the pillows. he presses another kiss on your lips before moving down, kissing your cheek, then your jaw, then your neck. further down to your collarbone, between your breasts, and then deciding to give love to both of your nipples. 

it makes you giggle, in turn making him smile against your skin. you always thought that something like this between you and jungkook would be way too awkward, no matter how many times you’ve thought and dreamed about it— you’ve never thought of it being so… natural with him. 

you aren’t allowed to be in your thoughts long before he allows his mouth to latch onto your nipple, sucking lightly and running the tip of his tongue against the bud. making you whimper and instinctively running your hands through his hair. “fuck— jungkook, more, please— please.” 

“are you sure, princess?” he brings his head up, making eye contact with you. he looks so pretty. it’s unbelievable really. messy hair, red lips, and cheeks ever so slightly tinted pink. 

“absolutely,” you tell him. 

before he goes any further, he moves back up to give you another kiss. “i love you,” professing his love with another gentle kiss that makes you feel surrounded by angels and clouds. 

“i love you,” you smile. “are you sure you want to do this?” 

“you don’t know how much i want this, princess.” he tells you, hinting at his dirty thoughts. you weren’t alone in your pining. you almost laugh, but jungkook cut to the chase, kissing down your body once more and making it to the waistband of your lace underwear. your legs accommodate him, spreading them apart once he dips low enough. “so pretty.” jungkook comments, running his finger over the material of your underwear, making you shiver. he likes watching the way you react to his actions. 

“picked it out myself.” you pride yourself in your choice of intimate wear. 

jungkook lets out a little laugh, “it’s no shock that the crown princess has great taste.” he teases, running his finger under the lace now. placing kisses on your inner thighs, making you drip in anticipation. his lips gently make his way between your thighs, placing a kiss on your clothed clit. it makes you keen, arching your back slightly. 

“oh— jungkook.” you lightly gasp, only egging jungkook on more. 

“i was going to tease you some more, but i can’t wait.” he says, thinking out loud. "you just look and sound so delectable." his fingers tug the lace down and off of your legs to reveal your glistening core. his mouth waters at the sight of it and his dick throbs at the thought of making love to you. “fuck, princess—“ he groans, dipping down and waiting no time. 

placing a kiss to your clit, he makes those pretty, soft gasps spill from your mouth. you watch from above, his hands on either thigh, pulling them apart and savoring what’s in between. you don’t think you’ve ever been more turned on in your life. 

jungkook’s tongue works wonders. savoring your taste as he dips into your hole before sucking your bud gently, making you moan out loud. no one could hear you anyway; with the loud music, the big room, and the distance from the party— you were allowed to be as loud as you’d like. 

“fuck, that feels so good.” you mumble, your hands moving to run through the strands of his hair again as you close your eyes and reel in the pleasure. 

“yeah, my love?” he asks, pulling his mouth away to watch as your other hand instinctively goes to your breast, playing with your nipple for extra stimulation. watching you enjoy yourself, it makes him drool. in turn, he places his thumb on your clit, using the excess wetness to glide sleek circles against the sensitive mound. 

that’s when you start to feel your ears heat up. your eyes open to see jungkook staring, your confidence skyrockets. jungkook looks like he wants to devour you, and without a doubt, you’d let him. you lean up on your elbows to watch him at a better angle, in turn, making your legs spread further apart. “oh—!” you gasp, your eyebrows slightly scrunched together in pleasure. 

“you’re so pretty.” he smiles, dipping his middle finger into you. watching as your face contorted in pleasure once more. “could spend forever between your legs.” 

always the romantic. you smiled at the saying. “you look very dashing down there.” complimenting him as he continues to egg your high closer and closer. 

“you think so?” he flashes that lazy smile once again, somehow making a gush of liquid pour all over jungkook’s fingers. in turn making him groan at the sight, he dives in soon after— cleaning you right up. 

the consistent pumps of his finger and the languid licks all combined to create that knot in your stomach. jungkook can tell when you’re close, the tiny gasps you let out and the way your legs twitch are a clear indicator that he’s doing a great job.

“gonna cum, my love?” he asks, making eye contact with you. 

you nod, “so close.” 

the closer you got, the wetter you were, and the sloppier it was— your thighs were twitching and your body was moving to the beat of your own drum. jungkook loved the sight. you, enjoying this intimate interaction, it’s been on his mind for years and now he’s able to watch it— make it happen— in real time. 

you felt that knot being pulled tighter and tighter until finally, it snaps. “oh— oh, jungkook!” you gasp, running your fingers through his hair and coincidentally keeping him where he was so you could properly ride out your orgasm. jungkook didn’t mind, you tasted like a sweet treat on a summer's day. there’s nothing else he could have wished for on this beautiful night. 

until you come down from your high. your face flushed with sweat beginning to bead at your hairline, you ask him a question that almost makes him pass out. “what about you?” you said it so quietly. it could have been missed if jungkook wasn’t paying attention. 

he could cum just by the thought of it. and the thought of him busting within five seconds of doing anything with you, makes him super nervous. so he smiles, “don’t worry about me, princess.” he assures you. “i probably won't last long anyways.” telling the absolute truth. 

you rolled your eyes. sitting up and making your way towards him, placing your hand on his face before you give him a gentle kiss on the lips. “can i?” 

“what?” 

“make you cum?” 

jungkook swallows his spit. nodding immediately, "s—sure." you smile at his willingness. now it was your turn to please. jungkook moves first, reconnecting your lips and pulling you close, as close as he can. 

“i love you.” you tell him between kisses. you can feel his smile against your lips. 

“i love you.” he tells you, pulling away and making sure to look you in the eye. he reassures you again, hoping that you’re not just doing this because he did it. “you don’t have to—“ 

“i want to.” you cut him off quickly. planting another kiss on his lips before turning the two of you around, you gently push him down to where you were laying and let the fun begin. jungkook watches intently as you kiss down his body, his shirtless torso deserves all the kisses and praise in the world. “did you win an award for the best body in all of the kingdoms too?” you teased. 

he rolls his eyes. “that’s not even a category.” 

as you get to his lower stomach, you place a kiss where his belly button is and sit up. “you’d win anyway.” you laughed, tugging at his belt buckle to unravel it. 

jungkook helps when you finally get the buckle off, sliding down his pants after you’ve unbuttoned and unzipped. leaving him in only his boxers. right about now, you realized that this is the most you’ve ever seen of jungkook. the second you pull that piece of clothing down, it’s whole new territory. you have no idea why you’re thinking about this now— jungkook has now seen every inch of you, and you are about to do the same. 

“princess? you don’t have to do this.” jungkook speaks up after noticing you waver. 

but you shake your head. “i was just thinking about how long it took for us to get here.” gently dragging a finger up and down his body, it makes him shiver. “i really am happy that we’re engaged to be married.” 

“me too, my love.” jungkook smiles at you. 

always so pretty, even when you’re about to do something so filthy. he can’t not kiss you, so he gives you a quick smooch before. you can’t think of anyone else you’d rather spend your life with. he deserves the best blowjob in the world. and you’re gonna try to give it to him. 

pulling down his boxers, his dick lays heavy and hard against his stomach. 

he’s huge. 

your eyes bulge at the sight— it’s even pretty like he is. pink tip and a long, thick shaft. it’s literally impossible how perfect this man is. 

dipping down, your tongue sticks out and gives one good, long lick against him. making him breathe out and furrow his brows. taking hold of him, you place your mouth over his tip and gently begin to suck. watching as jungkook throws his head against the pillows. “fuck, princess.” he groans. 

jungkook doesn’t look away for too long, needing to watch as you treat him. gathering up some spit, you let it drool down your tongue and onto his cock, making sure he has a nice view of the glob traveling down his shaft. just before it touches the base, your hands collect the spit and slowly begin to jerk him off. 

“holy— what the fuck,” jungkook gasps. his thighs slightly twitching next to you as you continue to pump and gently suck his tip. “how— fuck, that’s so good, princess.” 

closing your eyes, you brace yourself as you try to take most of him into your mouth. you could only do so much before gagging, tears beginning to build in your eyes. 

“don’t force yourself, my love.” jungkook tells you as he lifts your mouth off slightly, placing his hand on your cheek. a tear falls onto your face and he catches it quickly, wiping it off with his thumb. “i hate to see you cry.” 

he’s always so sweet. it makes you wanna please him more. his reactions are egging you, you want to see more, to hear more. so you nod, continuing what you were doing earlier. in turn, you get what you want— groans and gasps leaving his mouth that seemingly sound like a melody. his teeth every now and then biting into his lower lip to control his noises. but to no avail, you always do something to make him moan. 

meanwhile, you could feel yourself dripping again— jungkook turns you on like no other. the noises and just how he looks, you were ready for another round. “slow down, princess— i might cum.” jungkook warns. you smile against him, pulling yourself off but continuing to pump consistently. 

“that’s the point, right?” you cocked your head to the side and begin raining kisses all over his cock. 

“princess—" he groans. his eyebrows furrowed. he looks so hot. pleasure taking over his features entirely. “let me kiss you.” he demands, pulling your face towards his as he indulges the two of you in the messiest kiss you’ve ever been involved in. “fuck— i’m gonna cum.” he pulls away from the kiss first to let you know. you look at him and his lips are red and swollen, covered in a sheen from a mix of both of your saliva. you’re still gliding your hand up and down his spit covered cock. jungkook places his hand over yours and quickens the pace slightly. his eyes threatening to squeeze shut as the two of you work together to bring him to his own high. his hair flopping and sweaty near the roots. you can’t help but kiss him. your lips travelling everywhere. his face, his neck, and his ears. “princess, where can i—?” 

“in my mouth?” you answered quickly. 

jungkook bites his lip, trying to tell himself to be more of a gentleman— but that’s so hot. you think it’s hot too. and jungkook can see that face you’re making, that one that you make when you’re about to ask for something you want. so jungkook gives in to the guilty pleasure. 

while jungkook was thinking to himself, you took it upon yourself to dip back down. your lips wrapping around his tip and letting your tongue run along his slit. your hand continues to pump with his and jungkook can’t hold back any longer. “fuck, princess, i love you.” he says once again before he blows his load. 

you feel warmth flood your mouth. the slightly salty taste staining your tongue. you clean him up diligently before you sit up, swallowing everything you had in your mouth. jungkook groans at the sight of you. “did i do well?” you wondered out loud, opening your mouth and showing proof that you’ve swallowed it all. the image before his eyes is one that he never hopes to forget. he’ll probably be thinking about it for the next six months, and have a boner that never goes down during those months. 

“come here, my love.” he beckons you over, a fucked-out smile on his face. without a second to waste, you climb into his arms. his hands automatically meet your cheeks, his thumb gently running over your bottom lip. “you are majestic,” he compliments. you smile, kissing his thumb. “was that okay?” jungkook asks. eyes desperate to meet yours to make sure that there aren't any second thoughts flooding your mind. 

“jungkook.” you deadpan. scaring him. “that was the hottest thing i’ve ever experienced in my life.” you grinned, letting jungkook exhale that breath he sucked in. “so when can we do it again?” you laughed. 

jungkook rolls his eyes, laughing along with you. “let’s talk about it after we cleaned up, yeah?” dipping down to give you a kiss before retrieving his boxers and putting them on. 

you nod, “sure.” 

he gets up from bed and holds his hand out for you to hold. the two of you make your way to the bathroom and clean up, making it seem like nothing ever happened! jungkook plants kisses all over you face. the two of you in a cloud of love as you laid back in bed, rewinding and finishing the movie. 

every now and then you would push forward and place a kiss onto jungkook nose, making him smile before he did the same to you. he tucks the hair that fell in front of your face behind your ear. “was that really okay for you?” he asks. 

“yes.” you nod, assuring him this is something you want. you’ve never been more sure of something. “what about you?” 

“i couldn’t have dreamed of anything better, my love.” he smiles, placing a kiss on your forehead. 

the two of you lay in the thick cloud of love made by yours truly. only giggles and sweet words float around in there. three knocks make you and jungkook jolt up from the pillows and away from your love cloud. “uh— princess? are you awake?” you can hear blue through the door. 

“yes! is everything alright?” you shout, hoping that he hears you through the thick door

“the royal family of xezia is here, your mother is asking for you to come down and greet them.” he informs you. 

“oh— sure, i will be right there! give me five minutes.” you tell him, jumping up rushing to get dressed. jungkook hurries to do your corset as best as he can and helps slide your dress on. 

“and if you know where prince jungkook is, please let him know that they would like to see him as well.” blue adds on. 

your eyes meet with jungkooks and the both of you can’t help but laugh. “sure, blue, i’ll let him know— thank you!” he finished tying the knot on your dress and proceeded to put his clothes on as you moved to your vanity; spraying perfume, fixing your hair, and makeup. making sure that all evidence of sex is rid of. 

both you and jungkook had a game plan for the rest of the night: act like nothing happened, greet the xezia family, bid everyone goodnight, and then rendezvous at his castle in his room. 

by the time you’ve already greeted the family of xezia and walked around to say goodnight, you were exhausted. who knew how much walking was expected of a princess? 

taking a seat at your chair in the front of the ball room, you watch as everyone continues to mingle before they leave to head off to sleep for the night. jungkook is off talking to his friends in the far corner of the room and you sit alone with a glass of water, trying your best not to make it obvious that you just got the best head you’ve ever received just thirty minutes ago. 

you spot chaeyoung walking your way and you invite her to take a seat next to you. the two of you gossip and talk about the party, if she had fun, etc. etc. 

just as she excuses herself to head to her bed chambers, she turns around, remembering to tell you something. “by the way— not that anyone else noticed, but your bows are uneven.” she whispers in your ear. 

your eyes are wide when she pulls away, making her laugh out loud. loud enough for the entire ball room to hear as her chuckles echo. you facepalm yourself before asking, “it’s not that bad, right?” 

“well… you can definitely tell a man did it.” 

[og-danny-dorito]

[ 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 ]

no particular reason for this, i just kinda miss writing for them sdjjkdn. this is a pretty select few but if yall want i can make headcanons for some others if requested :]

𝐓𝐖: brief period of sexual content. marked with a yellow [ ⟢ ]

𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲

⟢ it kinda depends! for the most part he doesn't really go on dates, but when he does they're pretty private and discreet

⟢ a nice dinner in a high-end restaurant out of town would be nice, preferably in a territory that he has connections with so nothing interrupts you two

⟢ there’s something really sweet and domestic about getting all dressed up, picking you up at your place, and having a casual conversation over dinner that feels like normalcy for him in the hectic shitshow he calls his life

⟢ because of that he really likes just,, spending time with you?? like not really on a date persay, but more like you hang around in his office doing your own work while he does his

⟢ it may not seem like it, but he really appreciates you being there considering how lonely he can get drowning himself in work. when you notice him getting too consumed by it you place your hand on his non dominant one, making him break his eyes away from the paper and let out a little sigh so he can give himself a break for a few seconds

⟢ but yeah anyway something slow paced and calm would be more his style, he’s not really into very social events or loud areas now that he’s grown older so a date at home or a quiet cafe/restaurant would be nice

⟢ (can’t stay out for too long with you though, he’s worried you’ll end up with a bounty over your head because of him)

𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲

⟢ honestly dude he just wants to relax like

⟢ he’s not “boring enough” that he doesn’t wanna go out and have a few drinks, but he really appreciates calmness

⟢ like going see a movie is a nice middle ground since you could go hit up a bar after and talk about what you liked and didn’t like over a glass of liquor

⟢ outside of his job he really likes the races too!! he’s not gonna bet anything cause he doesn’t feel like that’s appropriate on a date in his case (unless you say you’re cool with it, he’ll try his best not to start a fight with anyone there for your sake)

⟢ he thinks that going dancing is nice too. he’s not particularly good at it and he finds himself laughing a little when you trip over your own feet, but when he looks at you enjoying yourself it gets harder and harder to pay attention to the world around him enough to feel embarrassed

𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲

⟢ dude honestly?? i feel like he’s a sucker for the “night on the town” trope

⟢ like yeah all that sappy stuff is cute and all, but he wants to have fun. more so he wants to have fun with you.

⟢ of course his definition of “fun” is just running around starting shit, but if you’re into causing a little trouble and then messily making out in an alleyway what’s there not to love??

⟢ he’s all about starting a ruckus, and if he has a gorgeous person by his side to do it with him he’s over the moon

⟢ going out with him means you’re probably going out with a few of your friends too since he really likes being surrounded by people, but he’s probably going to just grab you by the wrist and drag you off somewhere halfway through his drinks anyway

⟢ the two of you either end up back at the base (somehow) missing half of your clothes, or woken up by a cop cause you were sleeping in the park cuddling like it was your bed back home

𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬

⟢ i have had the headcanon that this man is soft since the beginning of my writings for peaky blinders and i refuse to go back on it goddammit

⟢ he’s SO sweet. like so sweet it’s almost painful he just loves all that sappy shit

⟢ dude picnics? sign him tf up. he likes to eat and he likes to watch birds, and he likes the little laugh you let out when he groans to sit down properly because his back doesn’t cooperate with him anymore

⟢ like tommy he’s not really into anything terribly social or loud now that he’s mature and has to deal with that on a daily basis, but he doesn’t mind going out for a drink with you in the places that be knows you’ll be safe in

⟢ that, or if you’re not feeling up to it you could come over to his house and he could make you dinner

⟢ alfie’s a really passionate guy, so if you’re not averse to sex he’s more than happy to spend the entire date just lazily sucking you off/eating you out on his couch

⟢ it doesn’t feel like any of the sex you’ve ever had before, especially with how much he pays attention to and how his pleasure seems entirely focused on your own

⟢ it’s almost like he gets off to feeling your body constrict and writhe underneath him, even somewhat having a conversation with you if you’re not too breathless (you are, he’s insanely good at pleasuring you with his mouth it’s actually kind of aggravating)

𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐚

⟢ he wants to take you out to eat almost every time you two go out

⟢ he usually just makes the excuse “im italian, we like to eat” but it’s also because it’s the safest option considering he owns a lot of the restaurants y’all go to

⟢ that and he likes to eat

⟢ if you wanna try something different he’s all ears, down for almost anything you want since he’d do anything to please his angel

⟢ hes also just down to walk around New York City and look at the lights, talking about things that most normal couples would like bad coworkers and weather preferences

⟢ when he's around you he doesn't like to focus on work too much since it makes him feel like he's not giving you enough of his attention

⟢ likes to say that he's not into the sappy shit but he's a hopeless romantic at heart

⟢ will definitely take you to a nice dinner in a little hole-in-the-wall restaurant and asks you to dance like you haven't done it millions of times before

⟢ he sings the lyrics of the song to you in your ear while you sway and you giggle every time he places kisses on your neck and whispers things into your skin

⟢ generally just very soft and romantic, and most definitely walks you home/walks home with you after

{ 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 :) }

[noki-is-soup]

hii!! i saw that your requests were open and was wondering if you could do nsfw alphabet with george <333 all good if you don’t feel like it or don’t have time! hope you have a wonderful day/night [:

GeorgeNotFound NSFW ABC’s

Warning(s): Smut

Pairing(s): cc!George x afab/amab!reader

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Aftercare-

After you two are done, he would be very respectful, but definitely more shy, so you would probably have to wait a few minutes before doing anything. But once he calmed down, he would definitely be quick to take care of you.

Body Part- (Favorite body part of his and yours)

HIS JAWLINE. He would be so proud of that, bro. Making sure that you saw how well it moved and pleasured you as he ate you out/blew you. Favorite body part of yours would definitely be your tits (afab) or ass (afab or amab). His eyes light up any time you wear anything slightly revealing.

Cum- (Anything to do with cum)

He would probably get so turned on with watching you eat his and your cum, bringing his fingers to your mouth and sucking on them.

Dirty Secret-

Loves watching you sleep, could get off to it if he really wanted to. Has before, too. He loves the way your face looked so calm and parts of your skin were exposed from tossing and turning.

Favorite Position-

Loves pushing you face first into a wall and fucking you standing up, but after a while that get’s too difficult and results in you getting thrown onto the bed in a spooning position. He simply loves being able to kiss you, even though he doesn’t really get you see your tits (afab), but he does get to see your ass.

Goofy- (Can this be fun, or is it really serious)

There has probably never been a time where you haven’t laughed when having sex with him. Neither of you can hold a straight face when looking at each other.

Hair- (How well-groomed are they, do the curtains match the drapes, etc)

He seems like the type to not really shave unless he feels like it, so honestly, it’s a small chance it is shaven. The hair is slightly lighter than the hair is on his head.

Intimacy- (How are they during the moment, romance wise)

In the beginning, he is very touchy. But when he gets closer, he gets in his head and is less romantic, usually more floaty when he is close.

Jack Off- (Masturbation headcannon)

Jerking off definitely didn’t happen as regularly as it could, probably around 1-2 times a week, but really on weeks that you can’t have sex.

Kink-

SOM-NO-PHILL-IA. He thinks having sex with you while your sleeping is the hottest thing in the world. He honestly loves the fact that you are so oblivious to what’s going on, yet are so aware at the same time.

Location- (Where is his favorite place to do the do)

Shower, for sure. He would make sure you two have the best shower money could buy for that soul reason. A close second would be the bedroom, because you can’t go wrong there.

Motivation- (What turns him on)

Any revealing clothing. Things that show off your ass or tits. Either that or pet names. Not necessarily the basic ones (babe, baby, hunny, sweetie, etc) but ones that are less normal (puppy, slut, etc).

NO- (Turn-offs)

Hard Degrading. You can call him a slut or a whore, but anything past that, he will comepletely stop what he is doing. Another is overstimulation. He hates the sensitive feeling when he is fully overstimulated.

Oral- (Does he like giving or receiving)

No matter how much he loves his jawline, he likes getting head more. He’s fine with giving it to you if you want it, but if given the complete choice, he would rather receive it.

Pace- (Rough and fast or soft and slow)

Usually very soft, but able to get you off insanely quickly.

Quickie-

Doesn’t hate them, yet would rather have the full thing. He thinks they are good for before streams or when y’all first wake up. Enjoys them while they last though.

Risk- (Is he game to test new things)

he lives by the motto: If it ain’t broke,don’t fix it. That doesn’t mean he isn’t down to try new things though. He is perfectly fine with what y’all are doing, but it you both agree, he would be down to try something.

Stamina-

He couldn’t go for that many rounds, but he could go for 3-4 rounds if you wanted/needed to, as long as you gave him enough time to calm down.

Toys- (Do they own/use toys)

One or two, but that’s mostly for you to use on him/him to use on you. He wouldn’t necessarily use them on himself because you usually satisfy him perfectly.

Unfair- (How much do they tease)

So. Fucking. Much. He is the king of teasing. He would edge you for hours, smiling widely as he does so. If not that, he would just cockwarm you until you were begging for more.

Volume- (How loud are they/What sounds they make)

He’s not super loud. The only sounds that are heard are small groans, except when he is close. Whimpers are heard when he finishes, sucking in air quickly.

Wild Card- (Random headcannon)

He LOVES cockwarming. He especially loves it when he’s on call with some of his friends. He loves knowing that you could be any of theirs, yet you are his and he will make that known. Hickeys never leave your neck, chest, etc.

X-Ray- (Let’s see what’s going on down there)

He is an average length, a little longer than normal. But he is a bit less girthier than average. Small veins litter the base, leaving a good texture when he’s in your mouth.

Yearning- (How high is his sex drive)

Not as high as it could be, but he could definitely go down on you anytime you wanted. He would be fine with just being close to you.

Zzz- (How fast does he fall asleep afterwards)

Extremely quickly, but it would mostly be him drifting in and out of sleep. Usually fifteen minutes go by before he’s fine enough to help you.

[gunnerfc]

Cortnee Vine NSFW Alphabet (18+, minors DNI!)

A: Aftercare

She’s so sweet after sex but she will also make little jokes as well

B: Body Part (their favorite body part of themselves and their partner)

Cortnee’s favorite body part is her mouth and she doesn’t care how obvious it is, she loves making you cum with just her mouth and it gives her the biggest ego boost

Her favorite body part of yours is your thighs, she loves leaving little kisses along your skin while she’s eating you out

C: Cum (anything to do with cum)

Cortnee will pull you into a slow kiss after going down on you which leaves you moaning at the taste of yourself on her mouth

D: Dirty Secret 

Wants you to ride her face more often

E: Experience (Are they experienced? Do they know what they are doing?) 

She is experienced!

F: Favorite Position 

She loves going down on you so being between your legs is a favorite for her

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous?)

Cortnee makes little jokes all the time during sex but it doesn’t take away from how serious she can be during sex

I: Intimacy (How intimate are they during the moment?)

Sex with Cortnee is very intimate even if she is making small jokes

J: Jack off (Masturbation HC) 

Doesn’t have an opinion, if you need to get yourself off, she’s not going to stop you

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks) 

Praise kink and she loves giving and receiving praise

L: Location (Favorite place to have sex)

Location doesn’t matter to her, if you two are feeling needy then she’ll find somewhere for you to go

M: Motivation (What turns them on?) 

You kissing her jaw or neck drives her crazy

N: No (Something they wouldn't do)

She’s not open to the idea of threesomes unless it’s with someone you both know and trust

O: Oral (Preference on giving or receiving)

Cortnee prefers giving, she would spend a long time going down on you if she could

P: Pace (Fast & Rough? Slow & Sensual?) 

It’s a mix of both, it’s mainly fast yet sensual

Q: Quickie (Thoughts on quickies) 

Loves them, they happen as often as they can whenever you two can’t keep your hands to yourselves

R: Risk (Are they open to experimenting) 

She’s open to trying some things, if you bring it up, she’s willing to try it at least once

S: Stamina (How many rounds) 

You two go for a few rounds that aren’t super long but aren’t short either

T: Toys 

She has a strap she uses sometimes but she mainly sticks to her mouth and/or fingers

U: Unfair (Do they like the tease)

Cortnee teases you some but she isn’t degrading in what she says or does

V: Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make) 

She can be a little loud but she’s not loud enough for someone to potentially hear you

W: Wild Card (Random HC)

She loved the first time she convinced you to ride her face and she didn’t let you move until she had made you cum at least three times and now she always tries to get you to do it again

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It’s on the higher side most days

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Cortnee falls asleep pretty quickly after sex

[softjakehoon]

Can We Pretend?

Pairing: Idol Jay/Reader

Warnings: Smut. For 18+ only, minors dni.

Includes: Corruption kink, friends with benefits, protected sex, squirting, mild choking, slight biting, rough sex.

Authors note: I might edit this later. I apologize for any errors, I wrote this at 5 am instead of sleeping. Lmao.

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"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, in case you wanted to back down. 

You were watching a drama just a couple of minutes ago when he kissed you by surprise. You remember teasing him and questioning his innocence because of a scene in the drama where the main leads were hugging before having sex for the first time. 

Your brain stopped functioning for a while to remember how it all came to this. 

"Pft. Who the fuck hugs before having sex?" You almost choked on your drink out of laughter. 

"Why? Isn't that a normal thing for couples?" Jay asked you with innocence plastered on his face. 

"Are you being serious? You.. don't tell me you're still a virgin?" You were so shocked that you had to pause the drama you're both watching. 

"What's wrong with being a virgin? Also, you already know I haven't dated anyone in my life, why are you so shocked?" His lips pouting cutely as he argued.

"But that was 3 years ago, Jay. You're literally 21 now, you need to get laid." You teased him out of habit. A sting of pain suddenly grazing your heart at the thought of your best friend on someone else's bed.

"As if I have the time for that. Besides, I can't just hook up with anyone. I have a reputation to protect as an idol." He's right, you nodded in response. A sudden thought crossing your mind. 

"Wait a minute, how do you release tension then? Do you just get off by yourself or?" Your face inspecting his eyes closely for some hint. "Don't tell me you don't jack off either?" You were beyond shocked by his blank expression, showing no sign of guilt at all. 

"Holy shit, how do you even do that? You poor thing." You taunted him. 

"Enough, y/n. I'm fine, I have a lot of ways to release stress. Unless, you want to offer yourself to help." Jay knew he wasn't thinking straight when he said this but he maintained his cool and unbothered expression to see how you would react. 

"You want us to be fuck buddies, is that it? Fine, I'll help you." You weren't sure why you agreed without giving it a second thought. But you know deep inside you've been in love with Jay for 6 years already. For all those years, you tried so hard not to be overly affectionate and clingy to the boy you liked the most--in fear of him drifting away from you. You wanted to be someone constant in his life, someone he can go to whenever he needs someone to lean on. You wanted to be his soulmate. 

You've done a great job so far, but you're not sure anymore. How the hell are you going to manage pretending from now on? When you're overly sentimental and you tend to give meaning to every single thing he does. 

"What? How can you agree so fast?" He jokingly covered his mouth, pretending to be shocked. 

"What? Do you want me to take it back? It's not like this is my first time having sex anyway." You tried to act cool as much as possible, pretending that this setup isn't that much of a big deal at all. 

"Right. I'm not. But you're gonna be my first." You're almost sure he sounded hurt when he said that while looking deeply in your eyes. 

You couldn't resist it anymore. You wanted to be the one to erase his innocence but you were surprised when he kissed you first. 

You couldn't honestly tell if this is his first kiss or not because he's definitely good at it. 

You pulled away out of shock. You didn't expect him to be this good since you thought he's just gonna go for a quick peck. He looked confused at your reaction.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, in case you wanted to back down. 

"No. No, I was just shocked. I thought you were just gonna go with a quick peck, that's all." For some reason you can't look directly in his eyes. You're sure of it. If you do, you're gonna fall for him again, like you always do. 

"Well, we're not gonna go further with just a peck, right? Stop acting so shy, I thought you're gonna help me." He lifted your chin using his thumb, your eyes meeting in parallel. 

"You sure about this, Jay? I mean, I may get clingy after all of this. You know how sensitive I get. I tend to feel a lot of emotions." You warned him, followed by a fake laugh to ease the tension. You wanted to give him an idea of what could happen at least. 

"Then, don't. We're just using each other for sex, keep that in mind." You're aware he didn't mean to hurt you by this. He was just stating the obvious--drawing the line between the two of you for safety precaution. But this hurts, and you wanted him to take the pain all away, even just for a while. 

You kissed him roughly in frustration. He picked up your pace quickly, he really is a fast learner, you thought. And his lips, they're small and cute but they felt so damn good on yours. You grabbed his face, feeling every inch of his jawline, circling your fingertips on the mark on his neck. You looked deep into his eyes before gently sucking on it. He moaned at the contact, grabbing a fistful of your hair gently and pulling you back to a kiss. 

"Don't leave marks, y/n. I have a photoshoot tomorrow." He said, firmly. 

"Too bad. Wanted to fucking mark you as proof of getting your virginity taken." You chuckled. 

"Let me mark you instead, then. Proof that I let you take it." He whispered into your ear, biting into it gently, and kissing your neck while sucking on your skin up to your cleavage. 

You moaned from the sensation. You're already melting from his touch, you couldn't help but to rub your thighs together, wanting some kind of pleasure on your core as soon as possible. 

"Jay, I want your cock in me so bad." You whined, desperate to feel him inside of you. You palmed his cock inside his shorts, pulling it out. This is your first time seeing your best friend's dick and it was prettier than you imagined it would be. And you always thought he would be huge, but this doesn't even compare to the one in your dreams. The length, the girth, the tip of his cock, all red from arousal, leaking with precum already. Your mouth is watering from the sight. 

You couldn't help it. You dropped on your knees, eyes levelled to his crotch. You pumped his dick with your small hands, earning a gasp from him. You circled your tongue in his tip, gathering all the precum in it before fully deep throating him. He let out a growl this time, surprised by your sudden action. "Fuck, y/n. That's it, your mouth feels so good." You hummed in his dick, sending vibrations to his senses. You kept bobbing your head up and down, making sure to go as deep as you can, his tip hitting your throat making you slightly gag. You pulled it out for a moment to spit on it, and put it back inside your mouth, sucking him sloppily.

"Fuck, y/n. I'm close, keep going." Your jaw is starting to hurt a little, but you wanted to taste him so bad. You continued sucking him off while cupping his balls, massaging them gently. 

"Fuck, I'm cumming." He tried to get you off of him but you wrapped your arms around his thighs, pulling him closer. His cock, burying in your throat even deeper as he cummed. You looked up to him, eyes closed and mouth open from the pleasure. His head tilted back, and his hair slightly wet from sweat. The view of him from below caused a pool of wetness in your core. You milked him dry and swallowed his load without hesitation. 

"Shit, y/n. That's just.. insane. Come here, I wanna taste you too." He helped you get up, both of you smiling from ecstasy. 

You sat up on the couch, your thighs closed involuntarily trying to hide your arousal. "Can I?" He looked into your eyes, asking for permission if he could eat you out like a gentleman that he is. 

"Y-yes." You shyly answered. This is the first time someone is getting down on you after all. Your ex never liked foreplay and always went on ahead with penetration every single time that it hurts most of the time. Nervous of what's to come, you covered your face with your hands, not wanting him to see your state. 

"Let me see your pretty face, y/n. I wanna see how good I'm making you feel." He grabbed your wrist and placed your hand on his head, giving you something to hold on to while he flicks his tongue in your clit. He looked at you, your head tilted on the side, your mouth open releasing soft moans. He took the chance to put two fingers in your mouth, making you suck on them only to put them inside your cunt. He continued thrusting his fingers in and out while licking and sucking your bud, driving you insane from the pleasure, your arousal dripping down his chin generously. 

You grabbed his hair firmly as you focused on reaching your climax, clenching on his fingers. "Jay, I.. I'm gonna cum." You're almost out of breath at this point. 

He curled his fingers, hitting your g-spot several times that had you squirting around his digits. He eased you from your high, fucking your hole with his tongue and sucking on your juices. He looked up to you with lust all written in his face. His cheeks and chin, all wet and covered with your scent. 

"I always knew you'd taste good. Though I didn't know you're a squirter." He chuckled and sat on the couch. 

"Shut up. It's because it felt too good." You got up and climbed on his lap. He grabbed your ass to spread them and began kissing you again. The taste of his cum and yours both mixing in your mouth as you kiss him back. You began grinding at his erection, coating his length with your juices as he guided you by your waist. 

You're getting impatient at this point, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside you. You felt Jay searching for something in the corner of the couch, eventually bringing out a condom. 

"Why do you have that there?" You asked him, curious if he knew this would happen. 

"The boys left it here just in case. Didn't know I'd be the one to use it though." He tore the packaging and started rolling it down to the base of his cock. 

"You're such a good boy, aren't you?" You smiled at him.

"I don't think so." He whispered in your ear and bit your jaw, leaving a slight mark. You moaned a little bit louder this time. Surprised that it didn't hurt at all. "Aren't you such a pain slut? You're getting turned on by that? Huh?" His voice is so deep and velvety, making you clench your walls on nothing.

You started positioning yourself in his cock, slowly sinking down while biting your lip. He gasped from the unfamiliar sensation when he felt his tip enter you. You made sure to bottom all the way down, training your cunt to adjust to his size. 

"Shit. Move for me, baby. Be a good girl and ride my cock." He's holding you by your waist, pinning you down roughly. 

"Fuck, Jay. Your cock is so deep in me." You continued bouncing up and down, grinding back and forth on his cock from time to time whenever your legs would start to get tired.

Jay sensed that you’re starting to slow down so he started thrusting deep and sloppily into your core. You tried to meet his every thrust, biting your lips to keep yourself from screaming.

“Jay, I’m close.” He wrapped his right hand on your neck gently, while his left hand stayed at your waist. You're left at his mercy at this point. He’s in charge of the moment, giving you a smack on your ass as he growls from the intense pleasure.

“Cum for me, y/n.” With a couple of thrusts, you reached your orgasm, your walls convulsing around Jay’s cock that sent him to the edge as well.

He stayed inside you for a moment as both of you tried to catch your breath and then he pulled out after, discarding the condom in the trash bin.

He helped you get up and prepared a warm bath for you to enjoy. He knows that both of you just entered a complicated situation but he doesn’t regret it. As long as he’s with you, nothing else matters.