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Bad Omega, Sweet Omega JJK (M)

Pairing – Omega! Jeongguk x Reader

Genre – Werewolf AU, Smut, Angst, fluff, Omega Going Into Heat AU

Summary – [This year Jeongguk’s heat leads to unexpected discoveries. You always thought that Jeongguk hates your guts even though his wolf liked to cuddle you. Until you find yourself in a sticky situation in the bathroom while the pack members try to break down the door.]

Warnings – angst, jeongguk is a little feral at the beginning, he corners you and licks your neck, sexual tension, multiple sex scenes, scenting, kissing, lots of licks, dom! jeongguk but also sub! jeongguk he switches but mostly dom gukie I think (yeah I don't know what happened to me guys my hand slipped), unprotected vaginal sex, hair pulling, making out, bondage (guk is tied up), werewolf heat sex, dirty talk, jeongguk is needy, overstimulation, face sitting, oral (both receiving), fingering, blowjob, handjob, body worship, tongue fucking, multiple orgasms, knotting, raw penetration, possessive guk, big dick guk, size kink (because it's me), edging, rough-(ish) fucking, creampie(s), scent kink, biting/marking (one bite to be exact and it's not gukie), implied cockwarming, period sex (!), guk is your personal heater, cuddles, aftercare, shower sex, confessions, lovemaking, breast play, biting kink, slow fucking

Word Count – (10k)

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⤷ Part of Bad and Sweet Trilogy

”I got the chains. Can I come in?” You whisper-yell through the door, pacing around the backyard when no one answers even though you knocked twice and called every pack member except for one who you know won’t reply. It seems like everyone is occupied for some reason. Unsure if you should drop it off and book it or wait for someone to reply to your text messages you start chewing on your lower lip anxiously.

You don’t know what to do. After weighing your options you choose the latter and take another peek at your device. You came this far so you shouldn’t give up now. It’s literally a life and death situation you can’t let them down.

You know they’re home, they wouldn’t let poor Jeongguk be alone when he’s in heat.

It’s your wellbeing that you’re kinda worried about. They said that an omega in heat can smell you even from a mile and while you were never particularly good at math even you know that the numbers are not in your favour so close to the packhouse.

You feel like a burglar looking around every two seconds to make sure no one sees you when you in reality are checking out the place for threats. It’s eerily quiet outside.

To be honest, this is not how you planned to spend your weekend. You’re sure the girl who checked you out at the store thinks that you’re into some kinky BDSM shit or worse. She thinks you’re some nasty kidnapper or a serial killer!

You could feel it in her stare that she was judging you hard as she ringed up all those chains and heavy locks that Namjoon asked you to bring to replace the broken ones. You can’t exactly say you buy them because you’re friends with a bunch of werewolves.

Well at least she didn’t dial the cops as soon as you stepped out, that’s something to be grateful for.

You can’t even imagine how bad his heat is this time considering that he ripped two chains and the spare one! And now that you can hear the growls and grunts coming from upstairs you know that the door is hanging by a thread as well to keep him locked away.

Now you understand why Namjoon asked you to bring the chains asap. Damn, omegas are hard to handle. It must be even harder on Jeongguk. The boy is a muscle pig.

You really shouldn’t be here right now but you’re the only one available as Jimin’s and Taehyung’s girlfriends are busy with a family reunion or something along the lines like that.

You admit that you’re guilty of not listening to their ranting as you were busy ogling at Jeongguk shirtless. Who can blame you though? He was working out and sweating.

There isn’t a woman on this planet who could have looked away respectfully when he’s such a snack.

Besides the point. They can’t just ask someone considering that not many of their friends know about their family’s secret. So it really comes down to you only.

Finally, you hear someone unlock the door that grabs your attention and gets you out of your daydreaming.

”Did you get it?” Taehyung asks through the creak, you can only see his eyes through the slit of the door. Poor guy looks exhausted which makes you worry your lip even more at the sight. He didn’t open the front door wider for you. Probably to keep your scent outside. Normally you would roll your eyes and make some remarks but this time you just nod and point at your backpack where everything is.

Now’s not the time to joke about how that sounded like you’re about to hook him up with some good weed.

You wonder where everyone is as the house gets eerily quiet for a minute, with no grunts or heavy panting to disturb the silence. Taehyung needs to open the door wider for you to pass him the bag and that’s when you hear it. There’s a bang that awfully sounds like a door just got yeeted off the doorframe upstairs and some panicked yells follow the sounds of heavy breathing and even heavier footsteps. They yell Jeongguk’s name that screams trouble to you.

You spoke too soon. You’re fucked.

Your eyes widen when Jeongguk appears sweaty and disoriented with two pack members in tow trying to get a hold of him but with little to no success. Taehyung grabs you by the shoulder on impulse. He immediately shuts the door behind you, you hear as the lock turns.

Your heart is beating so fast that you’re afraid it will break free from your ribcage. You keep looking between the door and the guys as panic settles in. What do you do now?

”What are you doing?! Why did you lock me in too?” You whisper the words close to Taehyung’s ears while you can’t keep your eyes off Jeongguk who is struggling to break free from Jimin’s and Yoongi’s hold. Taehyung pulls you behind him protectively with an apologetic smile on his face.

”Sorry but he saw you. He wouldn’t let you go now and we need to keep him inside the house.” It makes sense (you’re a woman) but it doesn’t mean you’re any less nervous to be here. He could tear you limb by limb or fuck you till you’re unable to even stand upright. Either way, it would be humiliating if Jeongguk jumped your bones in front of his pack members. A chilled shiver runs down your spine at the thought.

You heard stories of a werewolf’s heat from the girlfriends but Jimin is a beta and Taehyung is an alpha.

Jeongguk however is an omega and his heat is very different from what you heard from the boys.

Their wolf comes out so strongly that they can’t think clearly. You remember Hoseok mentioning it to you that when an omega’s heat hits he can’t control his urges and it doesn’t matter in the heat of the moment who is there all he can think about is breeding his partner. It doesn’t matter that normally Jeongguk couldn’t even keep eye contact with you for more than five seconds before he has to look away. If you come across him while he’s in this state he will not hesitate to bend you backwards and fuck you that makes a different kind of shudder run down your spine.

The closest room where you could hide is in the bathroom on your right. Taehyung nudges you in that direction while he joins the two boys to help out, they’re relieved that he has the chains. But their relive it’s short lived though when Jeongguk somehow twists his hands out of their hold and grabs the door handle before you could close it.

You can barely hear their yells through the door and the rattle of the knob as you are now, face to face with Jeongguk and his glowing gold eyes laced with hunger. You could see the sweat collecting along his hairline but he still smells oh so nice, inhaling his manly scent makes you dizzy.

All you can hear is the blood rushing through your ears making everything sound like you’re underwater as you watch his face contort into a painful grimace.

You hold your breath when he gets close enough that you can feel his shaky exhale of breath on your face. Too close for comfort but you’re afraid to move in case it sets him off. He didn’t do anything yet and you’re not sure when they will be able to open the door so you refrain from making any sudden movements.

”J-Jeongguk, w-wait a minute!” You step back until your back collies with the cold tiles of the bathroom wall when he moves. You spoke too soon again. The cold sensation makes goosebumps appear on your skin as you shudder. Nowhere to go now he cages you between his muscular arms on either side of your waist. He’s shirtless you can’t help but look at his defined stomach and admire his muscles flexing with the motion of holding you between them.

This is not the right time to ogle at his fit body but you’re only woman while he’s a very attractive species of man right in front of your eyes. Heat or not. You should be scared shitless but weirdly, you don’t really feel that you’re in danger even when he’s standing this close to you.

He’s the youngest in his pack but definitely the most packing in terms of muscles. Any other day you wouldn’t think even for a moment that the sweet Gukie can be intimidating and make you shake in your boots.

What’s even crazier than that is that you’re not that scared to stand this close to him. Something in his eyes tells you that he won’t hurt you. He looks feral but there’s this tenderness in his eyes only reserved for your gaze to pick up on.

You don’t know if you should believe your instincts. You still jump when he ducks his face lower and licks the sweat off your cheek, startling you. He drags the wet muscle down your jaw licking the expanse of your skin as if you’re the tastiest ice cream on a sunny day.

”D-Don’t hurt me!” You yelp when you feel his tongue lave on your pulse point. There’s no way he can’t smell the fear on you as he keeps nibbling on your earlobe. He licks your entire neck, you can feel his sticky saliva coat your skin.

You’re so shocked that you barely register his hard on pressing to your stomach until he rolls his hips into you. His fingers dig into the dip of your hips to keep you in place.

He fucking whimpers at the contact that makes you feel a colourful palette of emotions. You let out a gasp of surprise that emits a deep growl from within his chest at the sound nothing like the sweet mewl he let out not too long ago.

The door bursts open the moment Jeongguk’s hand moves to hold your waist with who knows what kind of intention in mind and three werewolves are pulling him out of the room before you could blink twice. Everything happens so fast that your human senses are unable to keep up.

Your heart clenches painfully inside your ribcage as you hear him mewl and beg for them to let him go. He was so quiet until now. Taehyung is next to you inspecting your body for any injuries but you shake your head to reassure him that all your limbs are intact. Taehyung can smell Jeongguk's scent on you as his saliva started to dry on your neck. You’re more than fine just a little shell shocked.

”I’m fine. H-He just licked my neck.” Automatically your hand comes up to feel your neck except for the saliva that transferred on your fingers from your skin – there are no marks. He didn’t bite you or hurt you. Jeongguk is normally so shy and sweet. You never saw him acting this animalistic before. The sounds he made mere minutes ago left you hot and bothered and you’re glad no one mentions the change in your scent.

The boys made sure the new chains will hold on so you could open the bathroom door again. You hear his whiny voice, he’s telling the boys something but it’s too far away that your brain can’t make out the words only his sorrowful whimpers that pulls on your heartstrings. Jin rubs your arms to comfort you misjudging your distress but you’re too far away in your mind to register his soothing words in your ears.

Yoongi is the first one to come down, his face tells you nothing so you immediately ask him if he’s alright. If Jeongguk is alright. He then looks at you. His expression renders everyone speechless in the room. Yoongi looks deep in thought for a second.

”We have a big problem.” There’s dead silence inside the kitchen as everyone gathers around the table anticipating Yoongi’s elaboration on the subject. You sit between Jimin and Hoseok when Yoongi speaks up again. You know something is wrong when he only looks at you and he seems apologetic for some unknown reason.

”Jeongguk thinks Y/N is his mate.” If you were drinking something you sure would have spit it out by now. This is not what you were expecting your weekend to look like. Far from it. What kind of nonsense is this. Everyone around you is shocked, Taehyung is the first one to get his thoughts together and ask his hyung to repeat that.

”But we know Y/N for years and he never mentioned it once! Are you sure it’s not just his heat talking to get laid?” You can understand why Jimin would be sceptical. It’s not like there were many times where you and Jeongguk spent time alone without the guys if anything it always seemed like that he’s been avoiding you as much as he could.

This is a serious matter wolves don’t just go around calling just anyone their mate though.

It’s not something that happens overnight either. If you’re really his mate that means that he knew it for years! You don’t want to go there yet without a real confirmation but it would at least make sense why he was so shy around you. It’s rare for humans to be mated to werewolves but what’s even rarer is an omega having a human mate. It’s nature’s doing that omegas are mated to alphas 99.9% of the time and Jeongguk calling you his mate would make you the rare 0.1%.

”Even if we’re in heat we don’t claim someone is our mate when it’s not confirmed by our wolves. You know that as well as us, Jimin. He’s not coherent enough to come up with a lie, all we say and do during this time, it’s the truth. It’s a misconception that we say anything just to get laid.” Taehyung shifts from Jimin to you to explain and you nod. Understanding. Still a little out of it as you try to process this new information.

You’re Jeongguk’s mate. It should make you feel weirded out. But you can’t lie to yourself. You occasionally thought about Jeongguk as more than a friend, daydreaming about things involving him either innocently or not. Who do you try to deceive? It happens more than just a few times. The draw you always felt towards him makes perfect sense now that you know you’ve been fated to be together.

It was obvious that you had some kind of effect on him even before today as he always became tongue-tied as soon as you appeared in his peripheral. Realisation draws upon you that even when you meet up with the boys your eyes are searching for his before you greet anyone else.

You assumed that he’s not so fond of you when in reality it was the opposite really. You could also see why he didn’t want to tell you. It’s rare that his mate is a human. You hope that he’s not ashamed of you though. You might not be an alpha but you’re still his.

”What do we do now? I don’t understand why it’s bad news. I mean it’s sudden but-” You gulp avoiding everyone’s eyes before you continue. ”It’s n-not like I’m opposed to the idea.”

Yoongi snorts at my bashful state giving my shoulder a little squeeze of reassurance before the topic shifts. It’s evident that you had the biggest crush on Jeongguk since forever. Everyone in the pack knew about it except for Jeongguk.

”We told you that omegas are different right?” You nod, they talked about a few differences between their pack dynamics and how their heats differ from each other’s but you don’t know that much to be completely honest. It felt invasive on your part so you only listened when they offered to talk about it, you never outright asked.

”It’s painful to go through our heat without a mate but for an omega-” Taehyung trails off, unsure if it’s the best to tell you considering that it will put you in a place where a hard decision needs to be made by you and knowing you, you will want to help even though you’re not sure about it yourself.

”It will take a toll on his health sooner or later and now that he made skin to skin contact and inhaled your scent he can’t possibly think about anything else but to mate you. I don’t know if his body can handle his rut without you this time.”

You vividly remember how Jeongguk begged the boys to let him go, how he cried in agony when they dragged him away from you. He looked completely disoriented. At first, you thought that it’s impossible for his eyes to only focus while looking at you but now it doesn’t seem too far fetched. Maybe all he could see and focus on were you in front of him but so far away while his mind was full of unquenched lust and you’re the object of his desires.

”I can help him.” Their shoulders visibly relax after you offer. It must be hard for them to see their youngest suffer alone like that but they don’t want to force you either as you’re their friend as well. You can’t blame them for wanting the best for him. It seems like things will be a little backwards in your relationship but Jeongguk is not a normal guy either and you shouldn’t be coy now for both of your sakes.

You can picture how mortified he will look once the fog disappears from his mind and realises what happened. He will probably blush like crazy avoiding eye contact like always.

You can’t wait to see that. You just hope things will turn out well in the end.

”Can you uh, in the meantime go somewhere else? I would feel better if no one heard us- you know.” The boys coo as they see the blush spread across your cheeks.

They tease you a little but eventually agree to leave the house until Jeongguk’s heat passes.

Taehyung is reluctant at first he tries to convince you to have one of the boys stay just in case something happens but you reject the idea. The new chains should hold and you don’t think Jeongguk will hurt you. He could have, in the bathroom but he didn’t.

You promise to be careful.

”Just one more thing you need to know before we leave.” Jimin catches you by your sleeve pulling you back to get some distance between you and the boys who pack a few things before they leave. You’re confused why he suddenly asked you to talk to him privately.

”Just a few tips as a wolf.” Jimin winks and you look away to hide your embarrassment.

”I suggest you take a long shower before you go into his room, he will not like you smell like us. It would be even better if you could wear something of his so your scents would mix.”

He takes a whiff of air and chuckles. ”Not that I can’t smell him on you.” Your eyes widen before you look away and blush.

”It makes sense I guess. Anything else I should know?” You push your embarrassment to the side as you ask him. Jimin is not awkward about it at all it’s natural for them to go into heat and talk about this stuff so it’s time that you get yourself together. You need to know everything if you want to help Jeongguk through it properly.

”You know that omegas are normally mated to alphas. It’s a natural instinct to please our mate but it’s different from how we act since we’re more of the dominant side.”

”I’m not an alpha though. This will make a huge difference, isn’t it? What should I do, I’m just a human.” You kind of panic that you might not be able to please him, give him what he wants and craves. What if you can’t help him through his heat because you’re not a wolf? Jimin places a reassuring hand on your head and smiles to soothe your nerves.

”To please his wolf you need to think like an alpha Y/N. Make him submit to you. It doesn’t matter that you’re not a wolf you’re his mate, it doesn’t change his instincts to respond to your advances. He will want you to take control and tell him what to do. An omega only thinks about how to please their mate otherwise he will be anxious and think that you don’t want him or he’s doing something wrong.”

”Tell him what to do, got it.” You smile at him, feeling a little bit more confident than before and he returns your smile nodding.

”Tell him to prep you well too, he won’t be able to hold back his knot and it will be too painful if you’re not stretched.” You never thought that a day will come when you talk about sex with Jimin, you’re getting shy again as you listen to his explicit advice on how to handle an omega in heat.

”Also don’t tell him that I told you but he likes to be called a good boy.” Jimin winks.

”Maybe you should call Tae’s fiancé she can tell you some good advice as a human mate.” He adds as an afterthought before he leaves with the others.

The living room gets quiet as they gather their stuff and leave, you stand there for a moment before you sprung to action. Thinking about that Jeongguk must be in so much pain, it’s been a while since they dragged him back upstairs so you shouldn’t keep him waiting too long.

You need a shower to get ready to see him. You take Jimin’s offer and take your time scrubbing your body with the products you find inside his bathroom and dress up in his long shirt with your underwear underneath. Not wasting time to get fully dressed as it will come off soon enough, hopefully. You’re excited but a little nervous too.

Jeongguk is a handsome wolf and a true sweetheart deep down behind his shy doe eyes.

It seems surreal that he choose you as his mate but you wish he would have told you in better circumstances. Or told you at all considering that he blurted it out in the heat of the moment to his hyungs.

You didn’t know what to expect when you opened the door. But to see his chained form curled in on himself on a single mattress on the ground without a bed frame does things to you. The restraints are probably for precaution as you heard they break them frequently out of frustration.

Remembering the advice from Jimin you try to appear as someone confident when you approach him. Deep breath. You got this.

Order him around, please his wolf by praising him – you give yourself a silent pep talk on your way to his body laying on the ground. You can do that. It’s Jeongguk, your sweet omega that happens to be your mate. It doesn’t matter that you only found out mere hours ago.

He could smell you the minute you opened the door and stepped in. But he refuses to look at you as he makes himself appear smaller to chase away the painful throb of his erection that sends heatwaves through his body now that your sweet scent is potent in the air. Inhaling it strongly from the source makes his head foggy.

He couldn’t get the taste of your skin out of his head since he got to experience it in the bathroom. He wants to lick every crevice of your body until you’re drenched in his scent. It felt so right to push your body flush against him.

You’re confused when he pulls away from your touch, he’s shaking. You have your eyebrows in a deep furrow as you try to figure out what’s wrong. He mewls when you touch his warm skin, he’s burning up. He’s deeper in his heat than you originally thought.

”Look at me.” You hold him by his biceps as you turn him around to face you. Your voice is gentle and coaxing.

He could easily outpower you with his supernatural strength but instead, he lets you move him around as you please and when your eyes meet with his needy darkened pupils you have to bite your lips to hold back a frustrated groan.

Jeongguk is so pretty. You feel guilty that you get to ogle at his body when he’s clearly feeling unwell. Entirely under the spell of his heat. He’ll definitely be the death of you in all of his sweaty glory. He looks so submissive at this moment.

Maybe the boys were right about one thing. The moon goddess never makes mistakes.

You naturally like submissive partners you have more experience with them so dominating a pretty wolf in heat should be a piece of cake. You can’t believe that you are lucky enough to bag a handsome boy like Jeon Jeongguk.

”I’m here Gukie you don’t have to suffer anymore. I’ll help you.” You kiss his cheek then his nose. Lastly, you place a kiss directly on his chapped lips. Jeongguk moans when he feels your mouth on him. He shyly reciprocates he moves in tandem with you but the sweet lip locking turns greedier when you decide to pull on his hair. His tongue swipes over your lower lip asking for permission that you give him without question.

You suck his tongue into your mouth while your hands eagerly map out his torso.

The sound of the chains grow louder in your ears as he tries to roam your body but the restrains doesn’t let him touch you like he desperately wants to. He lets out a frustrated huff when you kiss along the line of his jaw. As an attempt to make him feel better you catch his wrists to position them above his head.

Your fingers intertwine with his in a loving gesture as you capture his lips in a slow kiss full of tongue and passion surging through your veins. Not feeling close enough you straddle his hips. His sounds grow louder as you begin grinding down on his prominent erection.

”Y- Y/N.” Your name leaves his kiss swollen lips like a mantra when you stand. The protest dies on his tongue when he sees you undress. There’s a flesh of recognition you catch in his eyes. He realises that you’ve been wearing his shirt and now you’re taking it off in front of him. Standing in your blue panties and nothing else.

You inhale sharply when Jeongguk kneels, his hand is on your calf as he inhales deeply nosing along your left thigh.

”Wanna taste you. Ugh, you smell so nice. Can I bury my face in your cunt? Please? Can I?”

You gulp down the pent up saliva in your mouth. You never in a million years had thought that he’ll beg to eat you out, saying such explicit things with no shame.

Your panties are soaked with your arousal after kissing Jeongguk and making out with him for a while. You wonder how your body will react when his lips are wrapped around other parts of your body. The colour where it conceals your centre the material turned to a darker blue, the sight makes the wolf salivate.

Feigning your confidence you push at his chest, gently laying him down flat on the mattress. His eyes light up like Christmas lights when he catches what you’re trying to do.

”Yes, yes! Please sit on my face. I want to lick you all clean. I won’t waste a drop I swear. I’ll make you cum on my tongue until your legs are shaking. My mate’s sweet cunt deserves to be licked clean. Hmp-!” You waste no time in positioning your legs on either side of his face. His dirty mouth manages to rile you up enough that when your pussy hovers over his eager face your centre is dripping. The chains leave him enough space to grip your thighs with his firm hands pulling you down until he can reach you to make the first lick to your cunt.

Your spine immediately arches as he buries his face between your sticky folds. The tip of his nose rubs against your clit as his breath fans across your sex teasing you. He’s inhaling your heady aroma until he can’t hold back anymore and dives in with a long lick. His moan is guttural and animalistic as he enjoys your taste.

His eyes are closed tightly and there’s a furrow to his brows. You recognize the expression he makes when he eats something delicious and your face burns with embarrassment.

Your cunt throbs the more Jeongguk turns you on with his eagerness. But the shy feeling doesn’t last long since he makes sure you can’t think about anything else.

The only thoughts you’re allowed to have is how the visual of his face drenched in your arousal could bring you alone close to the edge. A close second to how his swollen lips and vigorous tongue is about to send you over to the gates of heaven.

His jaw works hard as he slurps loudly, sucking on your pink clit Jeongguk is fuelled by the shameless moans that you bless his ears with – with each stroke of his tongue. He doesn’t relent until your legs are shaking and about to close around his head if it weren’t for his tight grip on your thighs you might have crushed him. He keeps fucking you with his tongue his moans are almost louder than yours and the vibrations it sends to your core is the last push you needed to come undone.

Jeongguk lets you move your hips as you enjoy the last waves of your orgasm. He keeps still under you with his tongue out while you grind down on his face, whimpering as the overstimulation settles in. Your legs are shaking wildly as you try to get down from your high. It doesn’t help how Jeongguk keeps flicking his tongue from your clit to your convulsing hole as he cleans you of any remains of your orgasm.

Jeongguk sends you a wolfish smile, satisfied to see you have a hard time catching your breath. He places a calming peck to your inner thigh before he lets you go and plop down on your ass next to him. Jeongguk’s face shines with your cum he cheekily licks his lips as his eyes stray from your face to your cunt that glistens in the lamplight. The wolf can smell the sweetness of your cum and his saliva mixed in. His cock is rock hard as he tries to wait till you gather yourself.

Your pleasure and comfort is his first priority even though he’s straining every muscle in his body to keep himself from ramming into your spent cunt and mark his territory by cumming inside your fertile pussy. His cock throbs painfully as he imagines how tight you’ll be around him as he penetrates you with his wide cockhead. He’ll fuck you raw and cum inside. He’ll knot you and paint your walls white to make sure every wolf and man out there knows that you belong to him.

You have no idea what Jeongguk’s been thinking about while you were collecting yourself after the intense orgasm he coaxed from you but judging by the stare he gives you it must be deliciously sinful.

Your gaze is fixed on his bulge, it seems painful so you palm him over his slacks trying to return the favour but Jeongguk rips your hand away from his clothed erection.

You’re startled at how roughly he tore your hand away from him that makes you look away in shame.

Maybe you read into his actions wrong and he finds your touch repulsive somehow. His wolf sensing your negative emotions Jeongguk pulls you to him by a hand on the back of your neck and plants a messy kiss on your lips. You can taste yourself on his tongue. You’re still confused by his previous outburst but you try again. Inching closer to the tent in his pants and rub the heel of your palm over his entire length.

Jeongguk breaks the kiss to whimper into your neck. His hands find leverage on your shoulders as you massage his cock over his clothes. Judging by the outline, his dick is massive not only in grith but long enough to fill you up and curve just where your pleasure spot is.

”Stop.” Jeongguk grips your hand when it tries to slide under the material of his pants. ”I don’t wanna waste any of my seed. My cum belongs to be spurt deep in your pussy.”

”But- I want to taste you too.” You don’t relent this time. Knowing that you’re stubborn if you want something Jeongguk lets go of your hand and helps you by lifting his hip so you can get him out of his clothes. He’s so big. You lick your lips, mesmerised how your grip can hardly wrap around his base.

Jeongguk watches you with half-lidded eyes. He lets you take care of him slipping back to submission as you show him the dominance that his wolf recognises with delight.

Your fingers work his shaft like magic, his precum aids an easy glide. You don’t need to use your spit to make his cock slippery as your hands can set a faster pace without any resistance. ”Your cock is so wet Gukie. Does eating my pussy turned you on this much?”

You twist your fingers skillfully, dragging the sensitive skin up and down until he chants your name between heavy pants. He chokes on his moan when you engulf the tip of his cock in your mouth without warning, tasting him for the first time.

”Yes! Hmmph- Y/N. You’re so delicious. I want your taste on my tongue forever.” You hum around his cock, pleased by his answer. Your tongue rolls around the head collecting the bead of precum you reach lower following the throbbing vein down his shaft and then you suck. Jeongguk throws his head back and mewls.

”I’ll cum! Please Y/N stop or I’ll c-cum down your throat! Fuck, please I can’t t-take it. Your mouth is so w-warm and wet.” You continue stroking his cock as you pay most of your attention to his sensitive cockhead. But right before he could tip over the edge you pull away. Ripping the orgasm from him that it’s just out of his reach.

Remembering the piece of advice from Jimin you reluctantly pull away and settle down on your back again. You spread your legs wide and beckon Jeongguk to come closer. He does so eagerly following your body on all fours until he hovers above you.

You really want to skip this part as he managed to rile you up enough to drown in your arousal you remember that his knot is no joke. If you don’t want to feel like you’re being ripped in half you need a little stretch before you let him fuck you.

You share a heated kiss that turns slopy real soon, your moans interrupting the flow of your intertwined tongues as Jeongguk ruts his bare cock along your folds.

”Need your fingers or your huge cock won’t fit. We can’t have that won’t we?”

You run your hands through Jeongguk’s sweaty hair, you need something to focus on to keep yourself to the plan when his cock catches onto your clit each time he thrust back and forth. You can tell from his desperate rutting that he wants that too but decides to listen to you and guide his long fingers to your fluttering opening.

You’re glad to have something in you even though it’s not as good as his cock would feel. His fingers are thick and long and he certainly knows how to use them as you feel another orgasm approach you all too soon. His pace is ruthless as he thrust his digits in and out. He mainly focuses on stretching you as he adds a third finger but can’t help himself as he dips down to latch his mouth onto your sensitive clit.

He doesn’t hear you when you tell him to stop before he could send you over the edge again. Your taste invades his senses – you can see how his eyes turn gold whilst his fingers fuck you mercilessly until you’re cumming around them.

Jeongguk is insatiable or maybe it’s the wolf in him that encourages him to wreak you. His wolf won’t be satisfied until your legs shake like jelly and your eyes are filled with tears of pleasure.

You focus on his flexing biceps as he keeps his full body weight above you for a moment. His cock finally sinks into your heat that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head in overstimulation.

Jeongguk’s cock fills you up to the brim, slides home in your wet cunt with ease. It would be surprising if it wasn’t thinking back to the long foreplay that he subjected you to. Jeongguk’s stamina and self control is no joke but knowing that he kept a huge secret from you for all these years tells you that he had time to practice.

He’ll have to do a lot of making up to you but right now you just enjoy the sharp thrust of his hips. The bliss that shows on his face how heavenly your pussy stretches around his grith is worths more than all the money in the world. Knowing that you’re the source of that pleasure. His hands are all over your body. Kneading your breasts, feeling up your tummy where he can feel the outline of his cock move in and out.

Wants to dive deeper and make your moan sound higher as the airy sounds you let out fill his wolf with pride. He imagined this too many times that his self control is slowly slipping from his fingertips as he thrust harder drilling you into the mattress until he feels the base of his cock swell. Letting him know that he’s getting close.

Jeongguk draws tight circles with the tip of his thumb to coax one more orgasm out of you before he releases.

He makes you cum for the third time tonight. The pleasure is numbing as you start to feel his knot enlarge plugging your pussy up tightly so his cum doesn’t spill.

You don’t feel the pain from his knot as you blackout for a moment or two from the exhaustion that overwhelms your sore muscles when your body realises that Jeongguk is finally done with you. The gold hue is slowly vanishing from his doe eyes as you both bask in the afterglow. His face is securely tucked between your breasts cushioning his head from either side. Sweat and cum is everywhere as Jeongguk rolls onto his back once his knot ebbs away.

There’s a charged silence between you as you both try to regain your breaths.

You relax when Jeongguk pulls you into his arms he doesn’t care that you’re both gross and sweaty. He happily noses along your neck, smelling that his scent is all over you.

You release him from his chains knowing that he’ll be more in control now that he knotted before you succumb to sleep. You decide it’s enough reassurance for now as you soon drift off from exhaustion.

The next couple of days are intense. He wakes you up by slipping inside your spent count he whines into your ear when you don’t react to his advances at first.

You’re still sleepy and worn out but he manages to coax your moans out with his precise thrusts against your sweet spot. He shoots another load in you then goes back to sleep not bothering with slipping out as he cages you between his arms.

Jeongguk doesn’t let you out of his sight until his heat passes on the third day. But before that, he fucks you on every surface of the room, against the wall, with your ass up in the air bend over the dresser. From behind on all fours on the mattress.

By the time he’s knocked out you’re sore everywhere and you barely get yourself to walk a few metres to the bathroom for a well deserved clean up. You grab Jeongguk’s clothes from the dryer and set out a fresh pair for him to change into when he wakes up.

It gets easier to move around after you get used to a slight ache between your legs so you start on breakfast. You help yourself to two servings, making sure that you’re not eating too fast to avoid throwing up. Helping Jeongguk out with his heat took out everything of you, you no longer question why Taehyung and Jimin’s partners need a week to recover and feel like a human being again.

You can hear Jeongguk’s feet pad down the stairs, he sends you a bashful smile when your eyes meet. It’s awkward as you don’t know where you stand with him right now. During his heat, you had no time or the energy to discuss the elephant in the room but you can’t avoid the topic any longer. You refuse to pretend like nothing happened either. Your heart wouldn’t be able to take it.

”Were you ever planning to tell me?” It’s you who speaks first. Jeongguk avoids your eyes at all costs that speak more than any of his words could. It’s probably the exhaustion catching up to you after the intense fucking but your eyes fill up with tears.

Jeongguk panics when he sees the first roll of your tears slide down your cheeks. He’s about to say something when the front door opens and voices start to filter through the living room. They probably got your text that his heat is over. Still in his clothes, you stand up and walk to the front door leaving a panicking Jeongguk behind.

”Call me if you finally have something to say otherwise don’t bother.” You say it to the boy behind your back. Your voice is weak and Jeongguk wants to wrap his hands around you and tell you how much you mean to him. How sorry he is.

Instead, he watches you walk out. The boys look behind you they exchange a confused gaze before they jab Jeongguk for answers. It seemed like you didn’t even hear them say hello to you as you walked out. They could tell that you looked like you were about to ugly cry.

Jeongguk has to deal with six angry brothers as they all give him the stink eye for hurting you. He got several comments during the week about how he should get his head out of his ass and man up. For the record, Jeongguk knows that he needs to apologise to you sooner or later.

This is not how he expected his heat to go. He was dead set at spending it alone this year like every other year before but then he smelled you. You smelled so tempting so delicious. If he closes his eyes he could still remember how you tasted when you sat on his face. The reason why he kept it a secret from you is stupid now that he thinks about it. He ruined his every chance at being with you by not telling you about the mate bond that he could sense from the very beginning.

You had a boyfriend at the time you got introduced to the boys. You were Taehyung’s friend first but when you accidentally discovered that he’s a werewolf you joined the gang.

Jimin and Taehyung’s girlfriend immediately took a liking to you, you seemed to fit in with them perfectly. It wasn’t even a full year after that you finally broke up with your boyfriend but then he didn’t know how to bring it up with you.

He avoided you for at least half of the year after you joined it would have been weird if he suddenly started to act different around you. He dug his own grave there with his boundaries.

He kept waiting for the right time until it blew up in his face and now you’re hurt. You haven’t been visiting and the boys made sure that Jeongguk knew it’s because of him. They had a whole meeting addressing the issue. Jeongguk had to tell them everything and while they were still mad at him they could also see where he’s coming from.

After they heard Jeongguk’s side of the story they tried to spam your text messages.

All of them encouraged you to reach out and talk it out with the young werewolf but you were always a stubborn one. You told Jeongguk that if he wants to tell you something then he has to reach out first when you left the packhouse that day.

You initiated the first talk and he didn’t even say anything. Sure the boys interrupted you but he didn’t look like he was going to speak anytime soon. The girls came over to cheer you up. You couldn’t say no to wine and chicken. They told you that they gave a piece of their mind when they saw Jeongguk.

You didn’t like to hear how he has been moping around the house after you left. A part of you thinks that he deserves it but another part is still in love with him. You don’t like to see him sad.

He’s a big eater but the boys told you over text that he skips meals and locks himself up in his room instead of hanging out with them. It’s clear they try to butter you up and reach out first.

After the first month, you begin to lose hope that Jeongguk will ever reach out to you.

What’s worse is that you really miss him. You miss his smile, his adorable doe eyes that he keeps avoiding you with, how he works out in the morning. His laugh, everything about him is perfect. In your eyes anyways and today you’re in a particularly shitty mood.

You try to distract yourself from your period cramps by watching some show on Netflix but you can barely concentrate on the plot. A knock on the door interrupts you but you pay it no mind it’s probably one of the boys or your girlfriends checking up on you so you yell that they can come in.

You’re in no shape to get up as a particularly hard cramp makes you cringe and fold your body in half from the pain.

”Are you alright?” Your eyes shoot open when you hear his voice. He was the last person that you thought would visit and while you’re on your period nonetheless.

”Fine. It’s just that time of the month.” You grit out. Your hair is a mess and you’re in your least appealing clothes but Jeongguk still thinks that you’re beautiful. He can smell the iron in the air but it doesn’t disgust him he’s more worried about you in pain.

”What do you think you’re doing?” Your bewilderment is showing but you let Jeongguk manoeuvre your body as he pleases. He lets your head down to rest against his thighs as he sits. One hand is rubbing your tummy while the other reaches for the remote to choose another movie. You can’t lie this position is very comfortable and thanks to his werewolf genes he’s like a living furnace. His hand is so warm against your stomach that you can already feel the pain ebbing.

”I don’t like to see you in pain.” You didn’t expect an answer like that. Jeongguk looks at his hand laying on your stomach, his hands are big he could cover most of it. Fuck. Why do you have to be horny while you’re on your period? This is not the time to remember how good his tongue felt or how deep his cock- ok you’re not going down that road. You have to remember that Jeongguk can fucking smell your arousal.

You were supposed to be still mad at him and not cuddling on your couch when he haven’t reached out for a full month after he fucked you to the moon and back! He lied to you!

”I’m not in the mood for your games Jeongguk. If you have nothing to say then please leave.” It takes everything in you to move away from the comfortable position. As soon as his hand leaves your stomach the pain comes back but you try to not show your discomfort.

You have your back to him as you sit up. You expect him to do as you said. Leave. But he surprises you by hugging you from behind. Your back is firmly pushed against his chest you could hear his heart hammer around in his chest as if he’s nervous.

You have no idea how nervous he is. He’s here to apologise and maybe mend what can still be fixed between you but he’s afraid he’ll say all the wrong things again. The past month was hell. He watched Jimin and Taehyung being all lovely dovely with their mates and a deep longing settled into his heart.

He wants that with you too. Taehyung could see how the younger boy has been struggling so he decided to sit down and talk to him. Taehyung knows well how it feels to want your mate that’s so close but still out of reach. He has been in love with his best friend for a long time. Their situation is somewhat similar as Taehyung confessed when his heat kicked in. His mate reacted differently but the situation was different and Jeongguk was foolish enough to let you walk out that door.

Jeongguk realised that his hyung is right. He can’t be sure that you won’t forgive him. He has to try and try some more until you give in. Jeongguk swears that he’ll treat you right. He thanked Taehyung for his advice and drove to your place. He found you on the couch with a thick wool blanket draped around your shoulders and a pained expression etched into your beautiful features.

Even before he asked what was wrong he could smell your period blood. Your temperature rises and your heart rate quickens he knows all the signs. He doesn’t know what to say or how to start so he decides he’ll try to show you with his actions.

It seems to backfire though as you pull away.

”I’m sorry.” It’s the first thing that comes out as he presses himself against you, his arms are wrapped around you tightly – afraid that you’ll slip through his fingers if he lets go.

”For what?” You try not to sound too hopeful. Your heart is beating as fast as his. He could hear it and it calms him down. Knowing that he’s not the only one nervous.

Jeongguk takes it as a sign to continue when you place your hand on his that is around you.

”I should have told you. I knew that you were my mate the moment our eyes met for the first time. Your boyfriend was right next to you. I. I didn’t think I should tell you. T- then you broke up but the time never was right. You thought that I didn’t like you and I didn’t know how to change that. Even now I keep saying the wrong things that make you cry. I’m really sorry Y/N.” His arms hold you even closer as he tries to apologise. He hopes that he’s saying all the right things for once.

”I love you Jeongguk.” Since he initiated the hug it’s the first time that you let yourself relax and fall against his chest. He can’t believe his own ears. If it’s possible his heart beats a little faster at the confession you shyly whisper into the air. He spins you around to catch your lips and seal your confession. His eyes flash gold for a second before it turns back to his original dark doe eyes that you’ve fallen in love with.

His tongue asks for permission that you give him with a content sigh. Jeongguk doesn’t shy away to devour your lips now that the air cleared between you he keeps one hand buried in your hair and the other fondles your breasts under your worn out shirt. His calloused fingertips on your naked flesh send goosebumps all over your body. He has a lot of making up to do. Never a better time to start than the present and you’re not complaining. Your cunt is already throbbing to have something inside that’s way bigger than your tiny little tampon.

Your breasts are more sensitive to the touch than normal thanks to your period. Even after a few flicks with his thumb over the rosy buds, you could feel yourself getting wetter. His familiar scent is enough to rile you up as you playfully bite his shoulder when he grips your breasts a little harder. You seem to discover a weak spot as Jeongguk throws his head back with a loud moan.

”A werewolf with a biting kink. Who would have thought?” Your laugh is short-lived as Jeongguk doesn’t appreciate your humour at the moment. Your little bite made his cock harden within seconds. He’s a bit sad that he doesn’t get to eat you out this time he really loves how you taste but he’ll make sure to do so some other time once your period is over. Jeongguk flips you over to rest on your back but you stop him before he could rip your and his clothes off and have his way with you.

”Guk we can’t do it on the couch. I’ll never be able to clean the blood from it let’s go to the bathroom.” Jeongguk agrees and lets you stand up. He doesn’t give two shits about your couch but he respects your decision. The bathroom is an easier place to clean and he plans to make a mess.

Jeongguk helps you strip down and while he gets rid of his clothes you remove your tampon and throw it into the bin. The warm water helps your tense muscles relax instantly. It helps when Jeongguk kneads your shoulders the innocent action makes a loud moan rip from your throat that reminds Jeongguk what he should be doing instead. The massage could wait he needs to stick his dick inside you.

You’re so wet and warm. Warmer than normal. He’s not in heat but it feels good to be buried in your tight cunt. If anything he prefers this as he gets to keep a clear head.

You close your eyes when he starts moving. You know yourself that you’ll blush if you see the mess you make but Jeongguk is not bothered by the blood at all, the water washes it away anyway. This is different than before and your heart flutters when Jeongguk keeps you close as he thrusts in and out sloppily. He’s not in a rush to finish he simply enjoys your tight walls sucking his cock in. You accommodate his length so well even though he knows about his impressive size.

Your cramps are long forgotten as Jeongguk makes you feel so good. His curved tip rubs against your bundle of nerves every time he dives back in. He pinches your sensitive nipples while the other unoccupied hand finds your clit to throw you over the edge of bliss you cry out his name when your orgasm hits. Jeongguk releases his load soon after you come down from your high. Both of you clung to each other for a moment longer before you start cleaning up.

The young werewolf has a hard time keeping his hands to himself as you wash the sweat and blood away. You let him run his soapy hands all around your body, you’re glad that he doesn’t try anything other than help you. Your mood has improved and your stomach doesn’t hurt anymore but you still feel a little under the weather because of the symptoms. Jeongguk grabs every opportunity to cling to you as you make yourself some tea. He kisses your shoulder, your neck and your cheeks every so often to show his affection. It feels good to be wrapped around him.

He spends the night at your place before you drive back with him to the packhouse in the morning. Everyone is ecstatic to see you two together it also has been a while since you all got to hang around like this. You missed everyone. You remember how Jeongguk teased Taehyung and his girlfriend when they finally got together and they made sure to tease him right back now that you’re officially a couple.

”They grow up so soon. First Jimin then Taehyung and now our Jeonggukie has found his mate.” Seokjin pretends that he’s wiping away his tears he speaks directly to Namjoon but he makes sure everyone hears him loud and clear. You enjoy how everyone keeps roasting Jeongguk so you just laugh and leisurely play with your lover’s longer stands. The youngest groans when the girls giggle and agree with Jin.

”You oldies should pick up your game. How is it that all the youngest found their mates but you’re all single.” Jeongguk bites back then earns a glare from Hoseok and Yoongi who are seated on the other side clearly trying to watch a film instead of paying attention to the conversation. Not that it’s possible when everyone is so loud.

”Sorry to interrupt but. Guys listen. We have something to tell you.” Jimin holds his girlfriend close one hand is on her stomach as their smiles reach ear to ear. Everyone gasps loudly.

”Wait! No way.” Even Jeongguk sits up straighter as the lovebirds share a cute giggle.

”We’re having a baby!” Jimin announces. The couple shares a sweet kiss before everyone stands up to congratulate and share a hug. You leave Jeongguk’s side to envelop your friend in a warm embrace that soon turns out to be a girls only group hug when Taehyung’s fiancé joins. You all giggle and share your enthusiasm when you catch the boys doing the same with Jimin while they laugh and hug each other. Last month Taehyung’s engagement now Jimin’s baby is coming. What an eventful year. You didn’t think that this year will bring your own happy ending as well but you wouldn’t change it for the world.

Your gazes meet with Jeongguk in the middle of the chaos as everyone celebrates. You both have warm smiles on your faces.

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euphoniumpets · 3 years

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I'll do anything for 𝙮𝙤𝙪 (part two)

Prompt: Gong Yoo would do anything for you. He would even kill the person who's harming you. He would do anything to make you safe, no matter what if his job was at stake. He would do anything for you to stay.

Warnings: yandere themes, dark themes, manipulation, blood & gore, violence, SMUT if you squint hard lol, 18+ minors, DNI.

A/n: aaah, part two! i don't know if i pulled out this right but things are getting darker lol and i hope that i caught gong yoo yandere side.

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You turned around at the sound of his voice; fear drilling into your body at once when you saw him standing in the doorway with his suitcase in his hand. Your husband approached you with silence while you stood there frozen in fear with the file in your hand and many questions.

''Don't worry, love, this is just a warning, your punishment will be recieved later,'' He spoke as you felt him grab the file from your hands as you watched him place it back into the safe-deposit box. ''I'm sorry,'' You managed to croak out. ''I didn't knew that you would come back so soon,'' You mumbled with a small pout on your face. ''I forgot something from my office,'' He replied as you looked at him.

''Go back to bed and I will arrive soon, ok?'' He questioned you before cupping your cheek and placing a kiss on your lips. You let out a sigh and nodded as you turned around and walked to the bedroom.

Gong-Yoo looked at you as you kept walking towards the bedroom before closing the door after him. His glance drifted towards the small camera he had hidden in the corner.

After he came from work, he saw you sleeping soundly in the bed. It was five in the morning and he was exhausted from recruiting the people into the games. It was harder since they demanded more people in the game.

He took of his clothes before walking inside of the bed. He could feel the warmth from you and remembered what had happened earlier when he left from work. He began to kiss you on the shoulder before he trailed off to your neck.

Gong Yoo shifted his body and tucked his head underneath the covers. He grabbed your legs and took of your panties before tossing them to the side. He smirked to him when he saw your pussy in front of him as he spread your legs even wider. He began to kiss you softly on the tighs before he trailed off to your stomach and then lifted your shirt up.

You fluttered your eyes open when you felt the coldness and the kisses on your skin. Your eyes drifted down when you saw your husband kiss you on your body before he kissed you on the neck, making you moan softly. ''Let's talk about the punishment now, yeah?'' He whispered into your ear as it sent shivers to your body.

Well, hello there.

Gong Yoo stared across from the grocery store with the object in his hand while his son was in the cart, babbling about random things and didn't notice that his father was busy staring at you.

He furrowed his brows when he saw a unknown man apporaching you. To him, it seemed that you knew the man in front of you and Gong Yoo didn't know why he felt conflicted when he saw the man.

Of course, he was very protective of you. But something about that man seemed off to him. It was like a flicker of a memory that set his senses and warned him that the man was danger. He knew that the man seemed familiar, but his mind couldn't pierce the thoughts together.

Placing the object into the cart, he headed towards you as he put on his charming smile and wrapped his right arm around you. ''Oh, Gong Yoo, meet my friend, Joon-Ho, this is my husband I told you about'' You introduced him with a fond smile on your face. ''And this is my son,

His eyes drifted towards the young man in front of him. Something about him made his nerves crawl. ''You must be Joon-Ho,'' He replied with a smile on his face, his eyes pierced right through his soul. ''How did you two met?'' He asked with curiousity.

''Oh, we met at a coffee shop, he told me that he knew my friend who died a few months ago,'' You replied as Joon-Ho sent him a innocent smile. Gong Yoo looked at the man suspicious as he greeted played with his son.

He tensed for a moment at the mention of your friend that he had killed a few months ago. She knew that Gong Yoo was off and she had caught him in the act and she forced him to do whatever she wanted. But he had enough of her and killed her instead.

It wasn't his proudest moment but he needed her gone from your lives. She was going to destroy your marrige and you were already pregnant at the time and he couldn't let her destroy that.

''Well, It was nice to see you, Joon-Ho,'' He replied. ''Yeah, we need to go and make some dinner but you can visit us sometime when you're free?'' You offered him kindly. ''Thanks, I will consider it,'' He responded before saying goodbye.

After dinner, Gong Yoo walked into his office and let you clean the dishes while he needed to do something for his work, he told you. His jaw clenched shut when he remembered your friend in the grocery store. His mind couldn't let go of him and something about him set the sirens inside of his mind.

Staring at the files that he had grabbed from the safe-deposit box, he tried to look after some answers where he could've seen this man from.

He let out a sigh before leaning into the chair as he kept staring at the files in wonder. It didn't matter now where he had seen him or not, because to Gong Yoo, he knew at least one thing about the man. He would be there for you and as long he's alive, he would damage your marrige like your friend almost did before and he couldn't let anyone else come between of your relationship.

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sillyrabbit81 · 3 years

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Work, Then Play

Summary: You need to finish your work, but Sy isn't a patient man.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader

Word Count: approx 2.2k

Warnings: SMUT, dick pics, dirty talk, fingering (f recieving in P and A), anal play, anal sex, oral sex (female recieving), masturbation (m and f), maybe cream pie (if you read between the lines), coercion (not quite dubious consent)

Authors Note: Who knows where these crazy ideas come from. I hope you enjoy.

Thanks to @blakerogue for a read and confidence build.

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Work, Then Play

Its late on a Friday and instead of by gone days where you would be listening to the sound of the bass in a club, you were listening to the sound of the clacking keypad of your laptop and the faint background noise that was the TV upstairs. Sy was watching TV, no doubt drinking a few beers in bed and watching some mindless car show, since football season was over.

Sy had gone to bed an hour ago, coming into the study, giving you a kiss on the cheek and saying, “Don’t stay up much longer.” He nuzzled your neck, his beard tickling your sensitive skin. “Don’t make me wait too long, Sugar. I don’t like sleepin’ without you.”

You giggle, knowing he didn’t actually mean he wanted to go to sleep. He had been dropping hints all day, some subtle, some not so. His most blatant was after dinner when you were stacking the dishwasher and he came up behind you while you were bent over. He rested one hand on the small of your back and the other on your hips while he rutted against you, humming to himself.

“Damn Sweetness, you’ve gone a nice ass.” Before giving you a light smack and walking away like nothing had happened.

You wanted to be upstairs with him, his head between your legs, but you knew while you had this work hanging over your head, you weren’t going to enjoy it. So, you shake off thoughts of Sy and get back to work.

You worked for about an hour, uninterrupted and you were close to finishing when you get a text. You have a quick look at the notification and see it’s from Sy, so you ignore it, thinking he’s sent you a meme or a video of a kid falling off a swing like he sometimes does when he’s bored. Just twenty more minutes you mentally send to him, then you’ll be all his.

About five minutes later you get another text from him, immediately followed by another. Sighing you check the messages, your roll of concentration already interrupted, you might as well see what he wants.

Your eyebrows raise, your jaw drops and you feel a low throb between your legs as you read his texts:

Are you coming upstairs so I can lick that tasty pussy or what?

Come here. Now.

I’m not fucking waiting, woman.

The last text message also had a picture. His magnificent cock, hard and ready in his big hand. You stared gobsmacked at the photo, taking in every vein, the ridge under the dark, soft skin of it’s large head, how big it is in his massive hands. You feel your heart race, your core clenching thinking of how good he feels inside you.

While you’re staring another picture comes through. Its nearly the same as before, except this time there is a drop of clear liquid sitting on the top of his cock about to dibble down the side.

“Shit,” you breathe.

Your eyes move between your lap top and the picture and back. Are you going to finish your work, have a clear head or has Sy just completely fucked you without lifting a finger?

“Damn him,” you hiss under your breath.

Your clit was throbbing, you feel your heartbeat down the inside of your thighs. You weren’t getting any work done now. You slam the laptop shut and using all your self control, walk upstairs as calmly as possible.

When you get to your bedroom, the TV is quiet but Sy is not. He makes a low, deep noise of satisfaction when he sees you, his hand running languidly over his sex, teasing himself, while his other hand laid lazily on the bed. You bite your lip, taking in his burly body, his thick thighs covered in light curly down, his soft but flat stomach and his defined and huge pecs under his dark fur. He was the picture of masculine sexuality, lusty and on full display without a hint of embarrassment.

“I almost finished without you, Sugar. You know you can’t leave me alone and horny like this,” Sy said with a cheeky grin. “I’ll take matters into my own hands.”

You don’t know what to say, you’re frozen, watching his hand still pleasuring himself, his broad chest puffing, veins popping in his forearm as he moves.

Sy doesn’t care that you can’t speak, he likes the control, the effect he has on you when he shows off for you. It makes him feel good too, to know how much you want him. Its only fair, he always tells you how much he wants you.

“Get undressed,” he orders. “Slowly now, I wanna see it all, Darlin’.”

You take your shirt off, lifting it over your head with deliberate movements. Sy growls as your bra and breasts are revealed.

“Keep going”, he says, his voice starting to get breathless as he pumps himself harder.

You smile, loving the effect you have on him and slowly peel off your pants.

“Turn around, Sweet Pea,” Sy says, his voice really starting to struggle now. “Show me that sweet ass.” You turn and give him a wiggle. “Oh, you’re in trouble now. Come ‘ere naughty girl and let touch you.”

You giggle as you walk to his side of the bed, and still working himself, he uses his free hand to pull the straps of your bra off, lifting your breasts free of the cups. Roughly he squeezes them, grunting as he does, giving your nipples a twist, making you moan. He smiles, he likes hearing your noises.

“Take the rest off,” he says, his impatience growing.

Sy looks you up and down, his rumbling breath making him sound like a bull preparing for a charge. All four of his fingers are pushed into your mouth, your lips stretch grotesquely around his hand.

“Get ‘em all wet Darlin’,” he says fervently. You suck his fingers, coating them in your saliva, his hand pumping furiously around his cock and you think he’s going to make himself come.

He doesn’t. He removes himself from your mouth and his huge arms wrap around you, pulling you over his body and into the middle of bed.

“I hate it when you make me wait," he snarls.

Sy aggressively pushes two wet fingers into you. You arch your back at the violent intrusion. It was both welcome and sudden, and you feel your walls yielding around his demanding fingers. He pushes your legs apart with his shoulders, wider than comfortable, and lifts your knees up. You think he’s going to lick you, relieve his brutality with a gentle tongue, but he doesn’t. He watches you as he roughly fucks your cunt with his fingers.

Then you feel a pressure back there and cry out, “No, Sy!”

With a near mocking grin he says, “Come on Sugar, don’t play innocent. You love it.”

You felt heat rise to your face, and your ears felt hot. Sometimes you did like it. You bite your lip, unsure. It always hurts so much at first but then it feels so good. Sy’s pinky pushed at your hole.

“Come on,” he repeats, but this time he adds “I want it.” You see the primal need in his eyes, he wants all of you tonight, and he won’t take no for an answer.

You nod your agreement, and with a smirk he pushes in, the full feeling already beginning and he was barely past his first knuckle.

Sy croons, “You’re such a good girl, Sugar. You do the naughtiest things for me.”

You mewl under his touch, his words are like tinder, fanning your desire. You can’t talk, you can’t think, there is nothing you can do except lay there as Sy plays with you and his finger inches its way further in. Both pain and pleasure work together as he leans over and breathes on your clit. With his bright blue eyes dancing with relish he watches you as he sticks his tongue out and circles your clit.

Almost immediately you feel as though your body has burst into flames, the combination of sensations brings you to the edge faster than you thought possible. Normally you had to concentrate hard to climax have things just right, but this time no, Sy fucked you so roughly and with such savagery you were nearly there in minutes.

“You’re so good to me, Sugar,” Sy whispers into your pussy, and he increases his pace, pushing you to the brink.

As you get closer you feel his last finger push into your ass, but you hardly notice any pain. Your body was riding so close to the edge, it can’t make sense of anything except pleasure. Sy hums onto your clit, growling into you, fucking your holes without restraint. It was the last push you needed and you fell over the edge, your whole-body convulsing, all control lost as you explode around Sy’s fingers.

“Fuck,” Sy says in a hoarse voice, as he lays over you. “That was so hot Sugar.”

He kisses you, his lips soaked in your wetness, his fingers still inside you. You’re a shaking mess, shivering uncontrollably and you hold onto Sy to warm up. He pulls a blanket over the two of you with his free hand and reaches into your draw to pull out some lube.

“Sy,” you say nearly begging, your teeth chattering. “I can’t.”

“Yeah, you can Darlin’,” Sy encourages, more gently now, his feral tone partially sated by making you cum. He awkwardly uses one hand to squeeze lube onto his still rigid cock. “You always say that, but you always take me.”

He’s right, but you still aren’t sure, you watch him spread the lube over himself, his eyes close as he does. When he opens them, he removes his fingers from you, pumping more lube onto his fingers before he puts them back in, stretching you further, getting you ready. He kisses you as he prepares you, he licks and nibbles at your neck, he sucks on your breasts. You start to relax, he makes you feel good and you stop shivering, and start moving your hips.

“There you go, Sugar,” Sy says, “It’s good ain’t it.”

You moan, you want him now, and you pull him to your mouth and kiss him.

“Fuck me, Sy,” you whisper into his mouth. “Fuck my ass.”

He gives you a half growl half chuckle, and you feel him line himself up, his cock pressing against you. You whimper, you want it, but you know it will hurt. Sy, enters you, slowly, letting you get comfortable, but you still tense up. Sy lays on you, kissing you, caressing your skin as he continues his intrusion. You relax and he slides in easily, he gets too excited and pushes too fast, you bite his lip as he makes the last thrust and you both cry out.

“Shit, you feel good,” he says, as he starts to carefully rock in and out of you. “So fucking tight.” You don’t say anything, you hold him close, gripping his back, and letting your nails dig deep into his skin.

He moves faster, leaning over you, his grunting breaths, smelling of beer and your essence, steal your oxygen. He holds your hip steady as he increases his rhythm, his movements becoming rapid.

He is getting close, with ragged breath he says, “Touch yourself, Sugar, cum with me.”

You move your hand down between your legs, your fingers immediately wet from your own desire and the lube. You rub yourself quickly, you don’t build up, you want your release again and so you go straight for it, touching yourself the way you like best.

Sy watches you for a minute. “Fuck, Sugar, you’re gonna make me cum.” He looks at you, his face tight, he wasn’t going to last much longer. “Tell me where you want it.”

“In my ass, Sy,” you say. “Please, cum in my ass.” Even saying the words get you hot and soon you’re crying out his name and his steady thrusts become uncontrolled pumping as he watches you cum.

“Shit. Fuck,” he chants, until he shuts his eyes and throws his head back with a roar, his body tenses above you, the tendons in his neck stick out, every muscle in his body clenches and in your post orgasm haze, you fall in love with your gentle beast once again.

Sy collapses, only half his weight on you, even boneless and blissed out he doesn’t want to hurt you. He lays breathing heavily but cups your cheek and turns your head so you’re looking at him. When he can he kisses you, all over your face, laughing and growling at you.

“Fuck I love you, Darlin’,” he says.

You roll your eyes at him. You feel him soften and start to fall out and shift uncomfortably as you laugh.

“Why? Because I let you fuck my ass? Thanks, Babe.”

Sy looks a little hurt. “No, Sugar. That’s not why I love you.” But then he smiles. “That’s why I made you my wife.”

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luckyasfuck · 3 years

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maybe i just wanna be yours [k. bakugou]

A CAMBOY AU SERIES - PARTS 1, 2, 3, 4, [5]

pairing // katsuki x female reader

tw // cussing, smut

warnings for this part // oral (m and f recieving), hair pulling, face-fucking, exhibitionist kink, spanking, praise, dacryphilia

theme // enemies to lovers au, camboy!katsu au, college student!katsu and reader au, no quirk au

keys // y/n

words // 1.8k

a/n // IM SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG I DONT DESERVE YALL. pt 6 at 250 likes and 20 reblogs btw!

previous part

y/n has been alone in the library for about an hour now. she didn’t notice katsuki’s absence until she had to change subjects to study, too indulged in the textbook to look up. no messages were given by katsuki about him being late and she grumbled, rolling her eyes. she writes the name of the textbook on top of the page in her notebook and the library door swings open.

a calm katsuki walks towards her, ash blonde hair kinda messy and his black hoodie all over the place. with an eyeroll, y/n went back to writing on her notebook while handing the textbook she just used to him. “you’re la-”

“why’d you block me?”

the sentence made the girl look at him with a glare. her hand stops writing, her body stiffens and her hands start to sweat. “what the fuck are you talking about?” she avoids his strong gaze, looking back down on her notebook. katsuki fumes at this, pulling out his phone as she started to write again.

the notebook is closed harshly, a phone being slammed down on it as it displayed her account and the block message. she looked up at the fuming boy as he gripped his phone tight, gazing down at her. “none of your fucking business.” she replied, putting the cap on her ballpoint pen. about to glare at him again, a gasp erupts from her throat when he grips the collar of her shirt, pulling her towards him.

“why’d you block me?” katsuki’s breath fanned right on her lips, his eyes locked right into hers. she sends a death glare his way, grabbing his wrist and detaching it from her collar. “it was the right thing to do and you know it.” the blonde rolled his eyes as y/n dusted her shirt off, fixing her collar. “great, now it’s loose.”

heavy steps make the h/c turn her head to the sound, only to be grabbed by the shoulders and sat down harshly. katsuki towered over her, “unblock me now.”

“i see no reason to.” stray students walked inside the library and y/n is quick to shove katsuki away from her, they chatter and sit on a table near the front. they don’t acknowledge the two students who were here before them as they laughed loudly.

y/n sighs, mood completely ruined by the dumb blonde and class skippers. speaking of the dumb blonde, he eyes the students as well, dragging a chair and sitting down beside y/n right before she got up to return the textbook. vermillion eyes stare right into her ass before they’re torn away by her voice, “go get a fucking textbook.”

the math section is where it all goes downhill.

hands show up either side of y/n as she’s reading through the contents of the math book. about to turn around, she stiffens when a warm, sculpted body presses up against her back.

katsuki’s crotch brushes up against her rump, his pecs right against her back. “what the fuck are you doing?” the pressed up girl returns the textbook to its original place, trying to even out her breaths. the blonde moves back a little, a hand gripping y/n’s shoulders to turn her around. “will you stop pushing me around?! you- mhmp!”

a pair of lips slams against hers mid-sentence, a tongue instantly prodding against her lips asking for entrance. the hands encaging her roam her body, one staying put on her hips. “don’t you ever shut the fuck up?” katsuki slurred against her lips as y/n put her hands on his chest, “says you.”

the next thing the blonde knows, he’s pinned to a shelf. the shelf falters slightly but this doesn’t bother y/n, instead she presses herself against him while connecting their lips once again.

now that was definitely unexpected.

“you want it or nah?” katsuki pulls away, hands disappearing underneath her shirt. “i’m afraid you’ll be too loud.” he smirked, groping her left boob. “me? too loud?” y/n tilts her head to the side, her hand traveling downwards to squeeze the males evident bulge, making him whine out quietly. “says you.”

“i’ve watched enough of your stupid lives to know how loud you can be.” the students chatter loudly in the distance, making the both of them aware of their presence. for some reason, the librarian wasn’t here to check up on the shelves every now and then. perfect, y/n thought as she got on her knees, grazing her fingernails along the side of katsuki’s bulge. his cock twitches under her palm as he covers his mouth, breathing heavily.

his cock was pretty. of course, she’d seen it on multiple lives, but seeing it right infront of her, his pink tip leaking and his veins throbbing. it hit different. without warning, her lips encage his cock head, licking at his the pre-cum dripping down his slit. a beautiful moan escapes from katsuki’s parted lips as he threw his head back onto the shelf filled with books. chatter and footsteps approach the both of them, growing louder by the second.

“hey, sto-” katsuki warns, trying to push the girl away from his cock. the students walk to the section of shelves right behind them, laughing about getting a book named whatever that was. ignoring the statement, y/n pushes his cock deeper into his mouth, hollowing her cheeks and swirling her tongue around. the weight of it felt amazing against her tongue as she slowly fit all of him in, struggling and gagging. she pulls away, a thin string of saliva connects her to his cock.

“oh don’t stop now.” katsuki glared, grabbing the back of her head and pushing her back. “fucking suck it, so these students right behind us knows whose cock you’re choking on, yeah? it’s my cock.” for reasons unknown, the students behind them didn’t hear a thing, probably too busy being idiots. y/n only nods, continuing her job, stroking the places she can’t reach. “poor girl, you need help?”

a harsh grip on her hair and she gags audibly again, hoping the idiots behind katsuki didn’t hear it. slowly, he started fucking himself with her mouth, admiring the way she looked up at him, saliva drooling down her jaw and onto the floor. the tip of his cock hits the back of his throat and he groans. “did you hear that?” a slightly muffled voice asks and the laughter and noise ceases. y/n and katsuki’s hearts drop, but she can’t stop now, could she?

with a faster pace, she starts sucking again, looking up at katsuki with a smirk. “we should go check.” they hear and y/n’s heart pace picks up, licking at the prominent vein of the blonde’s cock. “fucking filthy exhibitionist.” he mouths as the group of students start to investigate. right about to catch the dirty doings of the duo, they’re called by the remnants of their friend group to go get food. “too bad,” he threw his head back, hard footsteps and chatter slowly disappearing in the distance until the library door finally closes, leaving the room silent. “they didn’t see me fill your throat with cum.” he says, finally shooting his load into your mouth.

the library consists now of katsuki’s moans and y/n audibly gagging here and there. “your turn.” the next thing she knew, she was bent over the desk they were studying at. “we were supposed to study, weren’t we? okay.” he let out a deep chuckle, opening the textbook she used to study. “page 357, what is knowledge?” the cold breeze of the air-conditioned library made her shiver as he hoisted her skirt up, groping her ass and thumbing her clit. “i... i haven’t gotten to that page ye-”

spank.

“ow, fuck!” the slap stung, and katsuki chuckled, kneading her ass cheek with the same hand he used to spank it. a thumb grazing the wet patch in her panties. “page 17, what is psychology?” y/n gulps, legs quivering. “scientific study of... of mental process and behavior...” the tension is thick when he doesn’t speak, she tries to look back at him to see what he’s doing only to be cut off by a moan when one of his fingers dig inside her, slowly moving in and out. “the more correct answers you give, the faster i go. the more wrong answers you give, the slower i go. understood?”

“u-understood.”

“page 137, when was behaviorism introduced?” fuck, y/n didn’t like numbers. katsuki stops moving his fingers and she whines, trying to pry her brain for the answer. “1913...?” a sigh leaves her lips when he starts moving again, a little faster now. “good girl.” this went on for ten more questions, her ass stinging, legs giving up, and tears rolling down onto the table. she had already cum twice, mind becoming hazier and hazier with each question. “that’s it baby, one more question. page 270, which theory of abnormal behavior stresses the importance of current experiences and the persons view of themselves?”

y/n felt his cock prodding at her entrance and she whines, thrusting back to try and get it inside of her. katsuki puts the book down, gripping her hips and pinning her wrists above her head. “nope, answer the question first.” he teases, rubbing her slit up and down with his cock. “existential theories.” she answered proudly, a small oh, yes leaving her lips when he slowly bottoms out inside of her. “good girl, you like being fucked out here? when anyone can walk in and see you?”

the size of his cock was amazing, it felt amazing. the females eyes lull shut, gripping down at the table with her fingers as katsuki picked up his pace, heavy balls slapping her clit with each thrust. y/n can only nod, face contorting in pleasure as skin slapping, her whines and his grunts bounced off the four walls of the library. “good girl.” he says for the millionth time, bending over to give her shoulder blade a kiss. “fuck! g-gonna cum again!” she warns, legs shaking and sobs leaving her lips.

“so pretty when you cry,” katsuki whines out, thrusts growing sloppier and faster. “so. fucking. p-pretty.” a loud moan escapes both of their lips and his hips stutter, shooting his load inside her. he thrusts a few more times, prolonging their orgasm. soon, he pulls out and they’re both panting. with a swift movement, he spanks her ass one last time before pulling her panties up, keeping his cum inside.

y/n is still fucked out, drool and tears all over her face as she got up from the table. katsuki grabs a chair and moves it to her, slowly sitting her down. “you hurt anywhere?” he tried to act cool while snatching her phone, offering her his jug. “fuck off, i see you taking my phone. unblock yourself if you want, i don’t plan on watching your stupid lives anyway.” she choked out, wiping the thin layer of sweat on her forehead. katsuki rolls his eyes at this, unblocking himself and unfollowing all the other camboys you had.

“we’ll see about that, pretty face.”

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hwangsies · 3 years

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just the two of us

pairing: idol!lee minho × idol!f reader

warnings: smut as in, masturbation (f), softdom!minho (?), choking, thigh riding, somewhat denied orgasm i guess lol, swearing and bad descriptions of dancing

wc: idk maybe 2k?

enjoy <3

"hi guys, im on my way to the jyp building right now" you speak into the vlogging camera.

"...where i'm meeting stray kids lee know sunbaenim to study a choreography for us to perform at the upcoming awardshow" you smile into the camera, holding a thumbs up as you try to conceal your nervousness.

You know that the vlog isnt going to be released until after the show so you dont have to worry about spoiling anything.

"I'll see you guys later" you wave into the camera before handing it back to your manager who lets you know that you'll be there in about 10 minutes.

The only thing you're worried about is meeting a certain very handsome main dancer you may or may not have been biasing since his debut, which was about six months before your group had theirs.

So naturally, when your group grew big with you as their maindancer, and the organizers of the awardshow suggested that you and minho get together for a collaboration stage, you freaked.

Once you pull up to the jyp building, you can make out dispatch paparazzi and roll your eyes.

Your manager just reminds you to ignore them before getting out and opening the door for you.

Quickly you grab your bag and pull your jackets hood over your head.

They start calling your name but you and your team are quick to be inside of the building.

The nice woman behind the front desk gives your manager acsess cards as you look around to see the young camera woman on your team is already pointing the vlog camera on you so you wave into the camera.

Outside you see a crowd of fans also waving and pointing their phones at you through the large glass windows so you also wave back at them; laughing when one of them sends you a flying kiss, so you send one back.

"lets go y/n" your manager speaks to you, and you nod, waving goodbye to the fans before disappearing from their eyes as you step into an elevator.

Inside the elevator you check yourself out in the large mirror, pulling back your hood and smoothing out your hair.

"how do i look?" You ask your manager at which she grins "you look good, relax"

You sigh and nod, clearing your throat as to avoid a voice crack later.

When the elevator doors open, you see the famous dance practice rooms, that are named after big musicians on each side of the hall.

The door to the Madonna room is open and your manager leads the way.

Once you walk in you see another camera pointed at you, minho is standing in the middle of the room.

He as well has a camera pointed at him, he smiles when you lock eyes and bows.

You bow back when he walks towards you; extending his hand, you shake it.

"I'm Minho, nice to meet you" he smiles, he looks even better in person you think.

He's wearing light makeup but you can see that his skin is smooth underneath and his eyes seem even bigger and spraklier in person.

"Y/n, hi, nice to meet you" you bow again, partly to hide your blushing face.

After a minute of somewhat awkward smalltalk you hand your jacket and bag to your manager and the choreographer positions the two of you.

You had already memorized your part of the dance from the video he sent you and minho (you're assuming), now you just had to practice it together.

He makes you stretch to warm up before starting the music to see how much the two of you know of the dance.

Everything goes smoothly and the choreographer praises the both of you.

"lets go ahead and try the lift, im assuming you didnt practice that yet?" He asks.

"no" minho shakes his head, you do as well.

"okay minho, you hold her here" he takes minhos hand and places it on your waist.

"and on the inner thigh so you can spin her better" he explains, your mind starts running though.

What if he feels your inner thigh fat, or even worse, what if you sweat excessively and he slips and drops you.

Your thoughts get disrupted when minho carefully wraps his arm around you to grap onto your thigh.

"is that okay?" He asks from behind you, the little hairs on your neck rising.

"yea" you nod.

"okay, on my count" the choreographer speaks up "one, two..three and up!"

You tense your body when you feel him lifting you, your arms raise on their own accord, legs stiffening to create an aesthetic sillouette.

"very nice" the choreographer claps after minho lets you back down.

"lets take a break" one of the jyp staff members announces.

"you were great" you feel minhos hand graze your arm, your head whips around.

"oh, thank you" you smile sheepishly "so were you" earning a grin from him.

"thanks" he nods, grabbing a bottle of water before giving you one as well.

"thanks" you say, opening it and taking a few sips.

He watches you for a second before doing the same.

"hey, you guys" a young jyp staff woman comes up to you "we're gonna do a little sit down q&a moment, to give the fans some more interaction alright?" she explains, leading you guys to sitdown on the large sofa in the back of the room.

She moves back behind the cameras "so we're gonna be really casual okay? Im gonna throw in some questions and you just answer them"

You and minho nod, looking at each other before looking back at her.

"okay, so have you ever met before?"

"uh- well" you look at minho, he nods, encouraging you to talk "we've seen eachother at music shows, when we were with our members but we never talked" you say.

Minho nods.

"What did you think when you heard of this collaboration?"

Minho starts "i was excited because i think y/n has great stage presence and is a very talented dancer, so i think i could learn a thing or two from her"

"oh, thank you" you huff, surpressing a giggle as you bow slightly.

"What about you, y/n?"

"Uhm- well i was a little scared to be honest because he's really talented himself" you look over at him, so see he's smiling onto the ground "but also because i've been a fan of his since skz debuted so..."

"really?"

After coming back to the dorm and your members pressing you for every detail of what it was like to meet him and dance with him, you hop straight in the shower.

The warm water prickles at your face before you turn around, letting it run down your back.

You cant stop thinking about the feeling of his hands on your body, they were so strong and warm.

Or the one part of the chorepgraphy where you grind back into him and feel his muscular thighs flexed against the back of your own.

Not to mention his pretty smile and plump rosy lips, you would bet everything that he's a phenomenal kisser.

Your hand is trailing down your body as you imagine it was his, gently running over your mound before dipping into your folds.

A whimper slips past your lips out of frustration, its been way to long since someone had his way with you.

The idol life doesnt always leave time for that, but you can imagine what it would be like if you let minho have his way with you.

Your fingers start rubbing cirlces into your clit as you imagine him being the one to do it to you; kissing down your neck with his plump lips before toying at your nipples with his tongue.

You feel the way your belly tightens when you tink about how he would talk dirty; you dont know what would turn you on more, him calling you a good girl or a filthy little slut.

Would he let you cum right now or drag it out so your could cum around his cock? Damn you bet he has a gorgeous cock, everything on that man has got to be perfect.

And the way his dancer hips would snap into you would definetly be the thing to push you over the edge.

Your head rolls back and you bite your lip as to not let out a sound when your orgasm finally hits.

Your legs quiver a little when you ride out your high.

It wasnt the most earthshattering orgasm you've ever experienced but it did its job in satisfying you a little.

Clean and dry again, you let yourself fall onto your bed, sighing before you climb underneath your sheets.

Grabbing your phone from your nighstand, you see a message from an unknown number pop up.

unknown number : hey y/n -received at 9:56 pm

unknown number : its minho :) -received at 9:57 pm

Your heart skips a beat when the second one pops up, slowly you slide the message and land in the chat.

Whats a cool way to say hi back? hey?....no

sup? oh hell no

hiii....definetly not.

you: hi :) -sent at 9:58 pm

Good one, y/n.

you: how did you get my number? -sent at 9:58 pm

minho : my manager pulled a few strings lol, how are u? -received at 10:00 pm

you : im fine, a little tired ,hbu? -sent at 10:00 pm

Shit, yea go ahed y/n be the driest texter in the world no biggie, its not like this is lee minho.

minho: aww practice was to hard? lol im feeling fine -received at 10:01 pm

minho: jkjk lol the real reason im texting you is to ask if you want to meet up again -received at 10:02

Excuse me?

minho: yk, to practice but without all the cameras and people -received at 10:02

Okay, y/n calm down, dont answer yet. Dont make him think you're desperate to meet him again even though you are.

you: yea, sure. when are you free? -sent at 10:05

Very chill, nice job.

minho: im actually off the day after tomorrow, hbu? -received at 10:06 pm

you: i can make that work in the evening -sent at 10:06 pm

And there goes not looking desperate.

minho: nice, meet me here around 6 then? -received at 10:08 pm

minho has shared a location

minho: its an old dance studio, i know the owner :) -recieved at 10:08 pm

you: alright, see you then :) -sent at 10:09 pm

minho: good night y/n :) -sent at 10:09 pm

Do you send a good night back?...no, that would be too much...right?

You sigh and drop your phone next to you on your bed, your fists rubbing at your eyes.

There is no way you'll be able to sleep the next two nights.

It has been getting warmer recently, so you are surprised when the weather turns its back on you and suddenly blows icy wind against your face.

And you thought you had chosen wisely when only putting on a hoodie over your shirt.

You check your phone to see that you arrived at minhos sent location, yet there is no dance studio in sight.

Shivering, you turn around to search for signs on doors when you hear the door behind you opening.

"hey, in here" minho grins when you stumble around.

You look up at the building and look down at him.

"hi" you smile, somewhaþ confusedly.

"come in" he holds the door open for you.

"this building looks like its gonna get torn down soon" you say, still shivering a little as you look at minho, who's only sporting grey sweatpants and a black tshirt.

"it is" minho nods, looking around "sadly, i love coming here" he adds before looking back at you.

"still cold?" he asks, approaching you before rubbing over your arms with his hands.

"ye-huh" you interrupt yourself, gulping harshly when his cologne creeps up your nose.

He grins "better?" You nod, forcing a smile "yea, thanks"

An hour later, you are deeply immersed in the dance when you stumble at the same spot again, for the nth time.

"fuck" you aggrevatedly run your hand through your hair, angry at yourself for not getting this turn down the way it should look.

"I'm sorry, im usually not this bad i j-"

"you're not bad y/n" minho giggles, shaking his head "its alright, sometimes a move just doesnt work at first"

You huff out some air "im just nervous" you shake your head "i've never done a stage like this and i dont want to disappoint people"

"its normal to be nervous" minho stops the music before coming up behind you "just dont let it overpower the fun part"

He moves some hair from your shoulder "plus its just the two of us right now, and you cant disappoint me" he smiles softly, heat rushing to your cheeks.

"try positioning your hips..." he places his hands on your hips before gently rotating them to the left "... more like this before turning" he explains ,eyes locking in the mirror.

For a second, the only thing you can hear is your own heartbeat as his hands move up a little and linger on the exposed skin of your waist.

"okay" you breathe "lets try it from the top"

"yea?"

"yea" you nod.

The music starts again and your body takes over for you, you kick and jump and turn.

Minho lifts you like its nothing and before you know it, you do the turn exactly like you're supposed to.

The music stops and your breathing fills the silence before the euphoria of getting every single step down perfectly reaches your brain.

You squeal excitedly and clap before falling into minhos arms.

He stiffens at your touch and you immediately let go "i- i'm sorry- i dont know why-"

Suddenly, he lounges forwards and presses his plush lips against yours.

It takes you a second to register whats happening, but when his hands encase your waist, you sling your arms around his neck to pull him even closer.

An approving moan tears from minhos throat before he backs you up untill you feel the cold mirror pressed against your back.

You part your lips and let his tongue roll against yours , his hands roaming over your body.

Everything his happening so fast you cant track where they're going, first they're at your ass then one of them squeezes at your boob; and now it trails up your neck and wraps itself around it as he kisses down the other side.

You feel like your nerve endings are on fire everywhere his hands and lips wander, your eyes fluttering shut as you moan out his name.

He nips at your collarbone before coming back to your lips "i've wanted to do this since the second i saw you" his hand around your neck tightens protectively and you feel yourself clench.

"me too" you whisper before he crashes his lips to yours again, your hand tightening in his thick brown hair as the other clings to his shoulder.

A firm thigh lodges itself between your legs and you feel brave so you roll your hips into it. The ache thats building up in your clit, getting released a little.

Shamelessly you whimper against his lips.

He sucks your bottom lip inbetween his before breaking the kiss again, looking down at your ministrations.

"dirty girl" he grins, releasing your neck and placing both hands on your hips and helping you grind against his thigh.

Your head falls back against the mirror when the fabric of your cotton thong gets rubbed against your clit in just the right way. An almost pornographic moan leaves your lips, "fuck" you whine, locking eyes with minho again.

"god i wanna do so many bad things to you" he grunts, at which you swear you gushed a little more into your panties.

You see his cock straining through the flattering grey sweat material, your hand wandering towards it but he catches it.

"cum on my thigh and you'll get it" he promises, grinning when another high pitched moan spills from your pretty lips.

A sudden loud ringing makes you flinch, and minhos head whips around before removing himself from you.

"wha-?" you mumble confusedly.

He takes his phone and answers the incoming call.

"Hi, hyung" he speaks, turning around "i went for a run, yea-sorry...yea okay...okay bye" he hangs up.

"Who-?" you attempt to speak but your mind is still fuzzy as he throws his backpack over his shoulder and grabs his sweater before coming back to you.

"My manager" he says, taking your hand "i have to go"

"Oh-"

"I'm sorry" he kisses your lips "you want me to take you to your dorm?"

"No- no i dont want you to get in trouble" you shake your head.

"Sure?" He tilts his head.

"Yea, of course, im good" you nod, a smile tugging at your lips because he looks really cute with his messed up hair and puffy lips.

"Here" he gives you his sweater "im sure its colder now"

"you'll get cold though" you hold it up.

"nah, i'm hot blooded" he quips, leaning down to lock lips again.

More lingering this time, you feel you stomach churn with butterflies when he moves to your cheek.

"i'm not finished with you" he whispers into your ear, winking before walking out the door.

a/n: ik im supposed to be writing zephyr but this popped in my head and wrote itself so easily i was like👁👄👁 anyways hope u liked it🥰 not proofread so i just know there are thousands of spelling errors in there😍😍

#skz #stray kids smut #skz smut #skz hard hours #stray kids #lee minho smut #lee know smut #skz minho smut #skz minho #minho smut #idk more tags lol

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cassy-trapani · 3 years

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You did this to yourself mommy!nat x reader

prompts used: “Were you just touching yourself” “Try to stay quiet for me, can you do that”

warnings: oral (r recieving), orgasm denial

You had been alone all day, nothing felt right without Natasha. She had been on a mission with the other avengers, and she didn’t even say goodbye before leaving this morning. You sat on the couch with your phone in your hand, free hand tucked between your crossed legs, not even scrolling through your social media could keep your mind off of what you were thinking about.

Your head was filled with Natasha, in almost every way possible, if Wanda were here who knows what she would think if she decided to be nosy. A heavy, and very exaggerated, sigh left your mouth as you put your phone face down on the couch. What you would give for Nat to just walk through the elevator doors right now. There weren’t really any rules outside of the bedroom with her, but one of the ones that always remained was absolutely no touching yourself. It couldn’t hurt though, right?

Who knows how long she would be gone, it could be late into the night even, and you were so hot and bothered by all the thoughts running through your head. You stood up, and picked your phone off the couch, hoping maybe for a missed call or a text message saying she was okay, and would be back soon, but there was nothing.

You wrapped the blanket around your shoulders, hiding your pantsless waist. One of the only good things about missions was that you could walk around in just underwear without being scolded. You zoned out as you were walking, once again, thinking about all the things Nat does to you, once you made it to the bedroom, you felt the sweat on your hands make the doorknob slippery. Impatiently, you grabbed onto it and yanked it to try and open it, wondering why you were sweating so much. Nervousness? What if Nat caught you? But you guessed that would be a part of the fun, possibilities running through your head of what she would do to you if you were caught.

You closed the door with your foot, dropping the blanket as soon as your eyes landed on the bed, the fluffy fabric pooling at the bottom of your feet. Your heart started racing as you finally laid down on the bed, anticipation flowing through your body, despite your hands being sweaty, you were cold, the things you would do to have Nat’s warmth in this cold room.

Your hands slowly travelled down your stomach, trying to mimic the way Natasha touched you, tracing small circles over your skin as you made your way down. Hands sliding down into your underwear, keeping your touches light like Natasha would if it were her hand. Unless you said otherwise, she always took things slow, making sure to pleasure you in every way possible, sometimes even until you have tears staining your cheeks.

Your eyes closed, heartbeat in your ears as you touched yourself, biting your lip as you began to increase the speed of the circles going around your clit. The problem was, you were too distracted and lost in your own pleasure to hear the door open.

Natasha had come back from the mission, going to your shared room to change, hoping she could maybe wake you up from a nap with kisses all over your face. Although, that wasn’t the case. The sight she walked in on, was you breaking one of the only rules she had put in place. She didn’t interrupt, silently leaning on the door frame with her arms crossed, her red hair sweaty and clinging to her forehead. Watching you caught up in your own pleasure almost made her forget the rule in the first place, you were so beautiful. She stood there admiring the curves on your body, licking her lips as she tried to hold herself back from just leaping on you then and there.

“Kiska.” Was all she said, and it made you stop in your tracks after you heard the nickname she always called you, right before you had reached the end too. Your heart dropped into your stomach as you opened your eyes, seeing that it wasn’t just your imagination, and Natasha was standing right in the door.

When she saw you look at her, the fear in your eyes drove her even more, she stood up straight and slowly began to walk over to you. “Were you just touching yourself?” She asked, her voice low and eyes dark, and your eyes darted away from her intense gaze, noticing the door was open. Nat never did anything on accident. “Yeah..” You said, avoiding eye contact with her, “Look at me and say it.” She had a demanding tone to her voice, but she still has this silky tone to her voice that you just loved so much. You looked over at her, pursing your lips before you said “Yes, I was touching myself.”

“Tell me the rule, baby.” Natasha said, leaning into you closer, so close that your lips were almost touching, so that’s what you did, in hopes to distract her, yet with lightning fast reflexes, she grabbed your jaw and squished up your cheeks, “I said tell me the rule, baby.” She spoke the nickname with venom in her mouth, “No touching yourself, because you can please me better.” You spoke, causing her to let go of your jaw, her hand moving up and brushing your hair out of your face, “Good job, printessa.”

Natasha leaned up from you, sitting down at your feet, running a hand up your thigh. You tensed, her warm hand touching your cold body sending sparks through you, “Nat please..” You mumbled, and she pinched your thigh, rather hard you might add, making you squeak, “What was that?” She asked, getting dangerously close to your heat, fingers touching your skin so light they might as well be dancing. “Mommy, touch me please.” You corrected yourself, trying to inch your body down, but that just caused Nat to move her hand down your leg.

“I don’t know, I don’t think you deserve it.” Natasha spoke softly, eyes scanning your body with an insatiable hunger in them. “No please, I’ve been waiting for you all day.” You said, an unmistakable whine in your voice, “Oh have you now?” She asked, hand moving up your leg once again, making you close your hands in anticipation. “Because last I checked,” she mumbled, and leaned forward, kissing you on the temple of your head, using only her nail to move around your clothed clit, “you didn’t wait for me at all.” Her voice was so soft, but the tone she used, you were in bigger trouble than you thought.

She applied more pressure, but still barely giving you what you wanted, “My little malishka, did just the thought of me get you this wet?” She asked, you could feel her warm breath on your neck, and you nodded, “Yes.” You breathed out, wanting more, you would give anything for her to just eat you out right now. Natasha pinched your clit, earning a surprised moan from your mouth, that was a little bit too loud.

“Kiska, the door is open. I need you to be quiet for me.” She said, tugging on your earlobe with her teeth, slowly, finally, moving herself down, taking your underwear down with her.

You looked at her with begging eyes as her lips trailed up your thighs, toes curling when she nipped at the sensitive skin. Natasha curled her arms under your thighs, bringing your legs to sit on her shoulders. “Please, mommy.” You whispered, making her smirk, “Tell me why I should, baby.” She looked at you, no matter how much she wanted to just devour you, she wanted to make you struggle.

“Because I’ll be a good girl.” You said, trying to urge her on into giving you what you wanted, “You’ll be mommy’s good girl?” She asked, arching her brow, her breath ghosting over your wetness as she spoke, and you nodded, getting even more bothered when she called herself mommy. “Yes, I’ll be mommy’s good girl.”

She didn’t speak, her lips just colliding with your clit, head going back at the most needed attention. You watched her, the way the sweat glistened on her forehead, she was still in her suit, god she was so fucking hot.

Her tongue licked a stripe through your folds, you purse your lips to keep from making noise. The rest of the avengers were probably all in the living room.

Next thing you know, her tongue was shoved inside of you, and she was pushing your legs apart to keep her head from being crushed. “Mo-mommy.” You moaned out under your breath, back arched from the pleasure, and you began to feel that familiar knot in the pit of your stomach. She brought one of her hands around, adding to the pleasure by rubbing soft circles on your clit with her thumb.

You kept swallowing down your moans, a tightness in your chest as you forced yourself to keep quiet. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop. I'm so close.” You whimpered out, face screwing up as you pushed your hips down to get them closer to her face. Right as your back arched, just needing that final push, there was no more contact. “Don’t stop you say?” She asked, crawling up your body and trapping you between her arms as she hovered over you, “You should’ve thought of that before you touched yourself.” She whispered as she leaned down, placing a kiss behind our ear. You brought your thighs together to try and get some friction, but they were quickly separated as she slammed your leg down onto the bed.

“Keep that up and you won’t cum for a week.” She mumbled, picking herself up off of you, and picking your underwear up off the floor. She put it around your ankles, tapping your hip to signal you to lift your legs up, putting your underwear on for you. “This isn’t fair, mommy.” You huffed, crossing your arms with a pout, and she just looked at you and laughed.

Natasha cupped your face, mimicking your pouty lips, “You did this to yourself, Kiska.” She said, leaning down and placing a slow kiss onto your lips.

#natasha x y/n #natasha romanoff #natasha x you #natasha x reader #black widow smut #x reader #reader insert #marvel x reader #marvel #mcu fanfiction

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uniquexbehaviour · 4 years

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So guys, I wrote this tonight. It's pretty much about what I imagine were Sander's thoughts after recieving Robbe's text message yesterday. It's also followed by his mom being there for him at the hospital and him confessing that he loves a boy. So yeah, enjoy and let me know what you thought. There will be a second fluffier part to repair our little hearts. Enjoy Xx

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"Because there is no us. "

The message shines in bold black writing, screen sending light into his tired eyes and making them struggle to stay open. Sander reads the text from Robbe repeatedly, unable to chase away the thought that he has ruined everything he had been building for the past two months. Images of Robbe flashes through his mind: the moonlight reflecting on his beautiful face, his soft plump lips against his damp forehead, his fingers intertwining with his, the warmth of his skin, the delicateness of his hands against his body. Sander could not believe that all he had ever dreamt of was now only a sour memory that would remain in the past. Robbe did not want him anymore. What had happened at the hotel had been to much for him to handle. He scared Robbe away, just like he had always dreaded. Sander's shattered breaths, his wedding suggestions and his little naked adventure to get some burgers had been too much. Robbe did not want to be around mentally ill people and Sander could not be loved.

As thoughts keep going on and on in Sander's busy mind, he curls onto himself, pulling his legs towards his chest and holding them tightly. He shuts his eyes to block away the tears, feeling his own heart being stabbed.

Maybe if he had died that night, he could have been happy for infinity.

Right as he feels himself drifting away, he hears the slight noise of the door of his hospital room creek open. He prays that Britt is not standing by his side, because he can't handle it right now. He can't handle the idea of standing up for himself. He lets out a heavy breath of relief as he recognizes the footsteps of his mom.

Sander's mom is a brave woman. She is kind and very caring, but ever since he had been diagnosed with bipolar disorder three years ago, things had changed. The conversations filled with laughter that they used to have, were now always tinted with concern. She had become overprotective. Sander could not blame her, because he did pull scary things a few times, but he missed the friendship they shared. Sander now felt more like a burden and that's exactly why he was trying to keep his diagnosis from Robbe. He did not want Robbe to let his mental illness define him. Sander was not his disorder, he was so much more than that. He was an art loving, music loving, David Bowie obsessed young man, with dreams that filled his mind and crazy amounts of love to give. Those are the only things he wanted Robbe to see.

"I brought you some food baby. I know you have a hard time eating what they give you."

He hears the soft voice of his mom ring into his ears as she wiggles out of her rain jacket. She sits on the chair right by Sander's bed, letting the fresh bag of food rest on the nightstand by Sander's bed. She gently runs a hand through her son's bleach blond hair, knowing it had always done wonders to soothe him down.

"I spoke to Britt. She says she'll come by later to keep you company. You're lucky you have a girl like her around." His mom whispers, not realizing the heaviness of her words.

Sander feels his entire body shiver and can sense his breath stopping. The last person he wants to see right now is Britt. The girl who had always seen him as inferior. The girl who had always defined him as his illness. The girl who had always spoke to him as he was this broken art piece she needed to fix. Sander does not realize the whimpers that escape his lips before his mom mentions hearing them.

"Oh Sander. It's alright to feel low baby, you know your mood will end up perking up now that they balanced your dosage of medication. Maybe I could get back home and grab your laptop. You could watch a movie with Bri…"

Sander panics. He needs to say something. He knows he will not be able to survive one second more with the presence of his intoxication ex-girlfriend.

"Mama…Stop." Sander breaths out faintly, surprised that the words came out as he had hoped. He searches for her hand and gives it a light squeeze, eyes finally focusing on her own. "Britt and I…We…I…We're not together anymore. She keeps insisting that we are and that I must be manic, that I will realize just how much I love her once I get my senses back. She got in my brain mama. I even wondered myself if she was right, but she is not. I know she is not. I tried going back to her and I tried kissing her." Sander speaks out painfully, placing his mom's hand against his heart. "I might have been manic yeah, but I know what I feel right here."

His mom listens closely to every single one of his words. She doesn’t stop him from expressing his feelings. She simply keeps her hand against her son's chest, tearful smile as she feels his heartbeat increase, reminding her that she has not lost her baby, no matter how scared she had been two nights before hand.

"Please don't make me see her again. Please mama, please." Sander begs, feeling completely stuck in his own torments.

His mother brushes a tear away from Sander's cheek with the tip of her thumb, giving him a small nod. She knows from her son's focused eyes that he is no longer manic, and she knows that she can trust his feelings. In the end, Sander has the biggest heart she had ever seen.

"It's about this boy I saw the other night, right? That boy for who you booked a hotel with my credit card?"

Sander nods in defeat, covering his tearful face with both his hands. His heart was aching so badly he had not idea how he could ever feel redeemed. He was starting to believe things would simply never get better for him.

Maybe loneliness was his happy ending.

One thing was for sure, it was always better than having to be by Britt's side for the rest of his life.

"Is that boy special for you? Does he make your stomach hurt?" His mother asks as she points her own abdomen, looking at her son with a sad smile.

"It's like a good pain though. A pain that makes the knots in my gut untangle. A pain that makes me want to be alive in infinite universes. But it's over now…I scared him away. He does not want to be with me anymore." Sander groans, chin quivering as he once again tries to keep himself from crying.

Slowly, his mother connects the dots. The young boy with whom her son was minutes before was the kid standing on the sidewalk looking terrified and shouting Sander's name last Friday. It was the same boy who Britt had excused herself from the medics to go see. The same boy who had tears in his eyes as he stared at her with terror and empathy in his spheres. The boy who Britt had walked up to with a rage so lively, it could of have destroyed anyone passing by.

"Sleep darling. It will make things better, I promise." His mom gently reassures him as she presses a light kiss against his sweaty forehead, exactly like Robbe would do for him.

Sander shrugs, keeping his knee's locked against his chest as his mom slowly pulls the thin stack of blankets against her son's shivering body. She waits for his breathing to have calmed down, making sure he is fast asleep. Sander's thoughts keep rolling on repeat in his mind, but he is unconscious enough to allow his mom to grab his phone without noticing. She does not have to go through the messages long before she notices the name Robbe with a heart emoji next to it in his contact list. She presses one last kiss to the top of Sander's scalp before dialing the number and stepping out of the room, waiting for an answer.

#wtfock #wtfockfanfiction #sobbe #robbe #sander #rosander

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thorsstorms · 5 years

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Abroad Pt. 7

Summary: Being the Hemsworth Kids’ Nanny, you were vowed to keep it strictly professional for their sake, but do the stolen glances go unnoticed between you both?

Word count: 4.1k

Warnings: little anxiety. smut, oral (f recieving) +18!!

A/N: The California wildfires were so so devastating and scary. You can google for more videos of people trying to escape the fires and it serious makes my heart race watching it. Miley and Liam losing their home breaks my heart, the interview she did afterwards, she tried to stay calm and upbeat but you could tell underneath it freaks her out.

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You sat waiting on the bleachers at your brothers college baseball game, waiting on the call. Your parents were tucked down in front of you in their stadium chairs. You watched patiently as the sun sunk lower in the sky. You could see your brother pull his sunglasses off his hat and shield his eyes out in center field.

The clock read 8:40PM. It’s almost 7 PM, his time, and he still hadn’t texted at least. Impatience grew quietly and your leg started to bounce anxiously. Staring at the clock on your phone, tapping it every now and then to keep it alive.

He had been texting you briefly this morning telling you that they were all getting freaked out as the wildfires grew closer, they were packing their things and keeping it all in the garage incase they needed a quick out. You told him to be careful and don’t take any chances, but of course he blows it off with a smile saying not to worry.

Cheering ripped you out of your gaze. You looked up just in time to see a ball bounce off the left field fence and your brother rounding second. You gazed out as he settled at third, wondering how they were already at the top of another inning. You watched as he looked towards you, tipping his helmet in acknowledgement, he knew you weren’t watching. Great.

8:45PM. You walked down the stands after Ty and two others came home, most likely sealing their win. You pressed the facetime button and waited. Facetime unavailable? You clicked the call button and it went straight to voicemail. Okay his phone is dead, they were probably out all day getting things situated. One of the kids probably drained it. You continued making excuses for him. After all, you did have a tendency to worry about what always turns out to be not a problem. You pushed down the uneasy feeling, ready to ride out the rest of this game.

“Did he answer?” Your dad asked as you settled behind him again. Of course he knew everything. It was a superpower of his, or any father really.

“No, I’ll try again later, I don’t wanna miss the game,” you turned your phone on full volume and set it down next to you. But not without sending Miley a text asking what was going on.

9:37PM. You were back home and just cancelled on your ice cream date with your closest cousin. This feeling wasn’t shaking and it almost made you physically sick.

“He hasn’t called, Ty. And she hasn’t even read the text!” Ty, still in his uniform, just got home and was standing in the doorway to the guest room while you were sat on the bed with a death grip on the phone.

“Im sure they are OK, you said it yourself this morning that they were keeping any eye on it,” though he tried, his words were not soothing. He stood awkwardly in the doorway and you sat silently on the bed. There was nothing you could do about it. You didn’t have Liam’s number, and who’s to say that he would answer either?

“Let’s just look at the news, they’ve been covering the fires LIVE for weeks now.” You followed him to the living room where he turned on CNN. They had another phone video from a family inside the car trying to evacuate. Flames and debris were scattering across the road and you could hear the panic in their voices as they drove through it.

“Ty, I don’t want to watch this,” you mumbled, but not making an effort to look away. You read the story headline at the bottom of the screen referencing Malibu homes being helpless. Another mumbled ‘oh my god’ escaped your lips as you stared with panicked features at the television screen.

Suddenly, you had a lightbulb moment, there was one more number you could try. Gen! She was in the city, safe from the fires, and you knew that for sure. Immediately after clicking her name, she answered on the first ring.

“Gen! What is going on!”

“Can you get ahold of Chris?”

“Can you send me Liam’s number? I don’t have it.”

“(Y/N) I don’t know he hasn’t responded all day. I didnt even think about calling Liam,” she scolded herself over the phone. You yapped at her to quickly send it to you. As soon as the contact came through you were calling.

No answer. You shook your head to yourself, staring at the call log.

“Ty, something is wrong. When my flight lands tomorrow, I’m going to be stranded at the airport because not one of them grabbed a damn phone charger! Their house is probably burning up right now, if it isn’t yet, it’s about to be.” You knew you sounded crazy. You probably looked crazy too.

“(Y/N) chill out, he is a grown ass man and hopefully smart enough to leave when he should. Or better yet, they are probably out at a bar drinking a damn beer, perfectly fine.” You rolled your eyes at your father. You knew sure as hell they couldn’t go to a bar, but your father didn’t have to think about those things.

You went to bed that night with little to no sleep. Forever staring silently at your phone sitting still on the bed side table for most of the night, ready to answer it within a second if it rang. It didn’t.

8AM. Your flight didn’t leave until 1PM and you were ready to leave the house at 8AM. The conflict you had between wanting to rush back versus spend as much of these last few hours with your family almost tore you in half. Regardless, you knew you weren’t leaving till 1PM.

9AM. You were seated at the breakfast bar in your grandmother's house. The entire family came for a breakfast to tell you goodbye with no idea how long it would be till you came back. You shoved around a single, half eaten pancake, hardly able to rack up an appetite. You tried their phones again this morning. Nothing. You sat numbly, sending small smiles and ‘I’ll miss you too’’s around to everyone.

11AM. Even though it was early for your small airport, you sat anxiously in the correct terminal. The people surrounding you were boarding a flight before yours. Even some netflix wasn’t able to catch your attention as you watched the clocks and randomly tried one of their phone numbers again. Gen was going to meet you at the baggage claim when you landed. You at least had the knowledge to call her for backup so you weren’t stranded. You could figure this out and locate them together. One could only hope that Chris remembered what time your flight landed.

12:35PM. You sat in your assigned seat after boarding the flight. Without making an effort to pull out headphones and get comfortable, you stared at the lock screen while the flight attendants went through the safety motions in the isle. It was a picture that Miley sent you the day after you left. She snuck a picture of Chris laying between your legs, his arms wrapped around your waist, using you as his pillow. You were both passed out on her couch. When you asked her why, she just sent a shrugging emoji saying it was ‘too cute’. You smiled slightly at the photo. She was right, it is cute.

1:30PM was when you landed in LAX. The time change saving you a few. Taking your phone off airplane mode, the notifications could not come in fast enough. That’s because there weren’t any. A text from your mother saying don’t wait so long to come back, and to let them know how things play out. But honestly, if someone could let you know how things were going to play out, that would be great. You pulled your back pack over your shoulders and speed walked through the crowd to the baggage claim. Your eyes scanned the crowds for Gen, looking for her against everyone else but didn’t spy her anywhere. You turned towards the carousel keeping an eye out for your bag, all while double checking your call log and text messages. Still nothing.

After a couple minutes, your bag finally started to come around towards you. You glanced one more time around you for Gen but came up empty. You sighed and started to walk closer to your bag. Just as you were stepping closer, a hand reached it and grabbed the handle, hauling it off the belt.

“Hey, that one’s mine,” your heart sank, confrontation is the worst thing in the world, but the second you saw who was grabbing it, your breath was taken away. Chris’s eyes were full of humor, he had to know it scared you that your bag would be taken.

“Oh my god!” You lunged your arms over his shoulders, knocking his hat off in the process. His familiarity flooded your sense and you felt yourself let go of so much weight that had been lingering around. “Your phone. You are here,” you mumbled incoherently into his shoulder as you tried to swallow tears of relief that pricked at the back of your eyes. You felt his grip tighten and your feet hitch off the ground.

“I’m here, I know! I’m sorry,” feeling him shaking from laughing. You could feel your body warm in his embrace against the cold airport air. Squeezing around his shoulders reminding you he was actually here, no more waiting and worrying. Your feet hit the ground when you pulled back reluctantly, keeping your fingers locked behind his neck, grounding your senses.

“Don’t laugh! I was so worried,” a stray tear escaped and he quickly wiped it away and pulled your face to his. Rightfully so, you missed him so much, and you let him know. He kissed you rushed, putting his apology into it. Your hands rested down his chest, against his shirt as he pulled away too soon.

“I knew you would be.” He spoke quietly, scanning your eyes, making sure you were okay. A small smile was all he needed. He pulled you in again for a quick kiss before picking up his hat and throwing it back on. You giggled out an apology while he put it on. He grabbed the handle of the suitcase and your hand in his. He quickly scanned his surroundings, you too, but everyone seemed to be minding their own business. It seemed a little too good to be true but you didn’t dwell on it. You both quickly walked towards the doors to the parking lot while you fired a million questions that he had trouble keeping up with.

You got your answers, sure enough, as he drove. You didn’t know where you were going, but he seemed like he did. Having the energy to ask where you both were headed escaped your mind as you thought about Miley and Liam losing their house and all their belongings. Sadness filled your heart for her, a tornado took your home when you were younger as well, but you were maybe 8 years old, and were able to rebuild and find some belongings around the area. You pulled into a driveway of a mid sized home, that you came to figure was your place to stay till you leave town. You caught Liams truck in the driveway. Chris parked the car and gave your hand a squeeze.

“It will all turn out,” he said while you both opened the doors.

Inside you were attacked by the kids, giving each of them a squeeze. You hugged them close, missing them just as much as their father.

“You can’t leave for that long ever again,” India whispered into your ear. “Papa missed you too much.”

You whispered right back before letting her go, “I’ll try my best.” She pulled away shyly and walked across the room to a couch where she was seated on a tablet before you came in. You scanned the room and spotted Miley sitting at a dining room table ignoring everyone else in the house. She sat still with her back to you with a phone pressed to her ear.

Chris shut the door loudly behind you making you jump a bit in your spot. He pressed a kiss to your temple and walked past you, disappearing into a hallway, suitcase and backpack pulling along with him.

At the door closing, she finally turned around and saw you. You walked over the boys at your feet and met her in the dining room, crushing her in a hug. After talking for a while, you got the gist that she was able to figure things out. She laughed about going to the store to buy a new phone charger for everyone, somehow finding humor in all the missed calls and texts from you to her. You glanced at the table she was sitting at and spotted, along with hers, one other phone plugged in charging as well. She caught you eyeing them on the table.

“Guess chargers weren’t that important to us,” she laughed awkwardly.

“I’m just happy everyone is okay.” It was the truth. She was still shaken, you can see that visually. It probably hasn’t manifested fully yet. After chatting a bit more and seeing Liam out on the back patio on hold with his insurance, you followed after Chris, finding him after he disappeared in the hallway. The master of the house was cute, and perfect for you both. Your suitcase was half empty on the bed as he was hanging up a shirt in the closet, next to his unpacked suitcase.

“You don’t have to do that,” you said, watching him from the doorway.

“We are going to be here for two weeks (Y/N), I want to,” okay, can’t argue with that. The bed looked so inviting after a sleepless and anxiety filled night. You climbed and laid across it, resting your head on your folded hands, sighing.

“I need a nap,” you mumbled, closing your eyes. Chris abandoned his station in the closet and crossed the room. The bed dipped beside you and he pulled you closer, pushing his arm under your head. His other hand ran across your back, he kissed your forehead lightly.

“You are so nice,” you giggled quietly. “Nice to cuddle.”

“Nice huh?” You didn’t open your eyes, but you could hear the smile in his voice. The 10 seconds of quiet you received came to a halt when you both heard one of the boys scream for him across the house. Peaking one eye open, not wanting to move, you saw Chris throw a hand over his face in annoyance. You watched his face closely as he rolled on his back and stared at the ceiling fan.

“Papa!” Tristan yelled again. You rolled your eyes at his laziness and started to pull off the bed.

“I’ll go see what he wants, make him stop yelling.” Chris didn’t make a move to stop you, but his head followed you around the bed and watched you out the door, disappear around the hallway corner.

After about 30 minutes, you figured out the tv and put on a movie for the kids, sitting with them until the calm down. They sat silently while you were in the kitchen with miley, and when you returned to the living room, they were all three asleep. Guess they didn’t get much sleep last night either. You whispered to Miley that they were all asleep in there and that you were going to try to take a nap as well. A suggestive wink and wave of her hands was all you needed to round to corner and head back to the bed.

When you walked back in the room, Chris was breathing evenly and laying still on the bed. You quietly shut the door behind you and took off your shoes, next to where Chris kicked his off. He looked so inviting to cuddle up to but you were trying so hard not to wake him up. The throw on the end of the bed looked soft and was going to have to do because he was laying on top of all the covers. You returned to your spot and slid between his arms. He adjusted slightly, pushing you closer with a hand on your back. A lazy and quick kiss pressed to your forehead was brief and he was out like a light again, probably didn’t fully wake up in the first place. You nestled quietly and felt a weight lift off your shoulders. It was a relief to be back in his arms, all is as right as it can be.

11PM. You woke up cold, as always. Except it was dark out and there was no reason for him to leave you hanging. Its startled you slightly when you could tell the sun was down from the closed blinds on the window. You searched your pockets for your phone. You felt like it was a trick being played on you when you saw that it was past 11PM. You stilled and tried to listen beyond the bedroom door for any sign of life but it was dead quiet. You slid off the bed and flipped on the light, digging through drawers for pajamas, turning up with leggings and a baseball t-shirt of your brothers.

You creaked open the bedroom door and still didn’t hear anything. The house was still, the upstairs lights turned on, the kids were probably asleep up there. You continued till you saw movement out the back windows. Peering through the back door you spotted the three sitting on the patio furniture. Just talking, it seemed. You watched as Liam sat back and slid a hand down his face, probably stressing out. A habit they both have in common, you learned. You pushed the door open and all eyes turned to you.

“Hey, did we wake you up?” Chris asked, craning his neck around the back of his seat. You shook your head and made your way towards him.

“I woke up because I was cold. You always disappear,” you hughed, messing up his hair with your fingers. The other two let out a low ‘ooooo’ and he turned back to them to flip them off.

“Even when I am around your always still cold,” he complained. Just on time and breeze caught you and you shivered slightly. It wasn’t even the slightest bit chilly, he was right.

“My point!” he pointed up at you laughing, the other two joining in.

“Yea, yea. I’m going back to bed.” They all three followed you in after you told them what time it was. Miley and Liam trudged up the stairs while Chris followed you to the room.

11:20PM. You were snuggled into the covers while he turned the lights off, the lamp on, and the fan on, smirking at you. He started to strip his clothes down to his boxers, and you got to smirk while watching him. He crawled in next to you, and boy was he a sight to look at. You could stare all day. You missed him enough that you did so, shamelessly, though he wasn’t allowed to say anything because he does the same thing.

An arm slid underneath you, he pulled you to him and laid his head on your chest like you were a pillow. Fingers automatically finding themselves at the nape of his neck, and the other resting on his arm. You sighed as goosebumps covered your arms because they were now above the warmth of the blanket. Your fingers rubbed down his spine and and pressed against his muscles and he hummed in appreciation. Of course, now you were wide awake after sleeping so long. You waited patiently until you thought his breathing evened out, to stop moving your hands. He shrugged his shoulders like a needy child when your movements stilled.

“I was so worried Chris,” you whispered.

“I know, I’m sorry.” He lifted his head and found your lips in the moon lit darkness and placed a chaste kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You could see his eyes and feel his body still against yours.

“You, what?” He lowered his head pressing a kiss to your jaw lightly flowing lower to your neck.

“I love you,” you said slowly, feeling foreign coming out of your mouth. His lips left your neck, cold in his absence. Though he wasn’t gone for long, a slow and hard kiss pressed against your lips, eyes falling closed to the darkened room. He kissed you slowly, drawing his tongue in and showing his love for you endlessly. It was sweet, slow, and sensual in its own way. His stubble ran across your skin, leaving a tickle in its wake that you loved so much. When he pulled away, he kissed across your neck, leaving you to catch your breath. One hand was gripped softly behind your neck, giving himself more room while the other squeezed harder around your waist. He took his sweet time feeling you out, sliding your annoying in-the-way shirt off and paying attention to your chest that was rising and falling under his touch. You gasped as he payed attention to your nipples that grew hard quickly against the cold air and his fingertips.

“Say it again,” he demanded across your skin. Trying to grasp yourself to reality from his assault, you murmured ‘I love you’.

His hands flooded to your leggings and easily slid them under you and down your legs. Goosebumps rose across your skin and he ran his hands up your legs, finding home on your waist against underwear that hadn’t come off.

“Just take them off,” you told him breathlessly. You expected to see him fight off a smirk against your eager tone but there was no reaction except for lust flooding his features. As soon as they slipped past your ankles his hands where under your knees, carving a spot for him. He laid open mouth kisses down the inside of your thighs, making you humm in frustration.

“Love, do you even know how long you made me hold out?” He squeezed the back of your thighs playfully. “Let me enjoy this.” He settled himself lower against the bed and you could feel your heels rest against his back, your legs over his shoulders as he traced around where you wanted him most. You were almost shaking with anticipation, feeling his hot breath over you.

You licked a hot strip up your center, flicking your clit with his tongue. Your hips shuttered under his fingertips. You forcefully closed your mouth in attempt to silence yourself as he licked around your clit and held your hips down from moving. His hands eventually found yours and pulled one away from covering your mouth, intertwining his fingers with yours. His tongue dipped around and circled your entrance, and you gasped at the new feeling. He pulled up and bit playfully on the inside of your thigh.

“Let me hear you,” his voice broke your trance. Your own hands ghosted his as he ran his up your abdomen, his fingertips feeling hot over your skin, while sinking back down towards your heat, assaulting you with his tongue. He was treating you so good, adding fingers, one after another, stretching you for him. You came quickly on his tongue, not really giving you a choice, complying.

“Are you, enjoying it yet?” you asked breathlessly as he kissed up your abdomen. He grazed his teeth over your nipple, pulling a shocked noise from you.

“I am,” he said quickly, sucking a love bite at the base of your neck, giving you a moment to breathe normally again.

“I love you,” you said again, it spilling out as if against your will. Chris pulled off the bed and disappeared into the closet, emerging again with a foil pack in his fingers. You watched him with a small smile on your face, not missing his outline in the black boxers he was wearing. He looked at you as he crossed the room, on a sex high with your hair spread across the sheets and a love drunk smile. He was the lucky one here.

“I hope you don’t always move that slow,” you teased as he took his time padding across the room.

“That’s all up to you, beautiful,” he crawled up next to you pulled you close, kissing you deeply, lighting another fire inside you, though it never seemed to dim. You were the lucky one here.

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A/N: Going to try and get the next chapter up before April 26th! we need a little promo tour in this. What happens when the reader meets Evans? lmao.

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minyoongimoods · 5 years

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My First True Love

A/N : Hi all so this is my first short little sad post on here :) I'm a bit nervous but some people told me to post so here it is. I want to say thank'youu in advance if you read it. If you have any thoughts while reading I'd love to know them, if you have any ideas how to make it better or if you liked it please comment what you liked or what I could change about it 🥺💕

Description : You were in a relationship with Yoongi, a famous rapper known worldwide. You stole his heart and since then you were inseparable. However one split moment change your whole world in two. If you want to find out what happens keep reading, thank'youu.

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He was my first love and I was his.

The relationship. Our relationship it wasn't always bad. There was some amazing times we had spent together. I'm grateful for the 4 years and 6 months of loving, affection and pure happiness he gave me. Ever since that first day we met it was like I was living a fairytale. He did absolutely everything he could to make me feel like I was on cloud nine and I did the same for him. He is mine. No, he was mine.

Our relationship didn't just happen. There was difficulties yes but we worked through them because we wanted nothing more than to be with eachother through the good and bad times. We did long distance for the first 3 years. I still remember all the facetime calls even if it was an 8 hour time difference. He would lose sleep for me and I would for him. All of the early morning and goodnight texts he would send me, the random texts through the day, even if he was busy or not. He prioritised his time for me. He told me that no one is just busy, if someone wants to talk to you then will make time for you. He did exactly that in his busy work schedule. I remembered the good times and the bad where I'd be devastated I couldn't just hold him when I was feeling upset and want nothing more than to lie with my head on his chest hearing his heartbeat and feeling his hands running through my hair. The times when he wanted to hold me too when he was feeling upset. When all I wanted to do was try and make him laugh, or be the shoulder for him to cry on. We got through that for us, together. I remember the first time we facetimed he was so shy and didn't want to show his face half of the time but when he did my heart kept beating so fast. Just seeing him on the other end of my screen made it all worthwhile. His little soft squishy cheeks kept going red and he kept playing with his ears. That's how I knew he was nervous. We were both were at first but I wouldn't have changed it for the world. He kept reading random things out to make me laugh. We really did laugh a lot whenever we facetimed. He made that laughter appear. Nothing compared to when I saw his smile. That gummy smile that I wanted imprinted in my mind. He really was the one person I thought I was going to have a little family with, our babies, dogs, kittens and us being married.

However saying that lying in bed at night, not being on your phone does a lot to your mindset. It makes you think about a lot of things. I often thought about how a lot of people would ask me how I explained my relationship with Yoongi that famous rapper. That's what they used to say. I just giggled about those 3 words because he wasn't that famous rapper to me. He was Yoongi. He was someone who persued his dreams and worked hard for everything good he got in his life.

I knew that I was living an ocean away whereas he was living in South Korea and I was living in the UK so I eventually took a risky decision to move over to where he lived. I got everything sorted. Where I would live, my job and everything else in between. He didn't know I was going to do it but I surprised him. At the time I told his bestfriend Namjoon so he could help me surprise him. I packed up and moved across the world so I could be with him. To hold him, cuddle and kiss him whenever I wanted too. Just like every relationship, parts of it were like hell but we got through it. He made me feel like every moment we spent together I couldn't put it into words. It really was something else. Everytime he complimented me, how his eyes looked like they held the world when he looked into mine. He looked at me like I was his world. At the time I was. He made just the simplest of moments magical and he made me happy at the time. That's all that mattered. However despite all of the good things happening things really started to get rocky when I did move to Korea. I was there about a year and 6 months. I was starting to get settled with living in a different place. Nearly every day I would get people messaging me photos of Yoongi with girls at clubs and events. First it didn't bother me because I knew what his job and life meant. I knew that even though he was pictured and surrounded by these girls but I also knew that I would be the one in his arms at the end of night. I'd be the one to know all of his secrets. I'd be the one to take care of him when he was ill not the others. I knew he would be surrounded by girls but that day it was so different. Damn was it so different. Not even just that day it was the past couple of days leading up to it. The calls and texts were getting less frequent and more one worded answers. I didn't think it was anything at that time. I just thought he was busy. I really wished he was busy. He never reassured me like he always did. He never cuddled me when I was crying thinking I wasn't good enough for him. He never did anything that day. He just ignored me, didn't answer my questions and didn't come after me when I left. Whenever we had a problem we would always sit down and sort it out. That's how we got through the bad times. We worked to make our relationship work. We didn't just give up after the first try. That was the first time I really regretted my decision of moving to be closer to him because that day even though I was with him in the same room as him I felt like I was a million miles away. Remembering that day still breaks my heart into a million tiny shards but when I see him happy. I knew I did it for a reason. He deserved to be happy with or without me by his side. I can tell he is.

That day was one I'll never forget. That day ended a 4 year and 6 month relationship. It started off like any other day as most of these things do. He woke up, did whatever he had to do then woke me up at 8am and made me coffee, before he kissed me with the biggest grin on his stupid beautiful face. The one that showed his perfect gummy smile and the little teeth I loved. I had some news for him that day. A few days before I had found out I was pregnant.

"Baby don't take too long at work today I've got something planned and news for you, so be home by 9 okay?" I told him before he left. He run up to me, grinned, and picked me up. He spun me around and gave me the biggest hug and kiss I've ever had from him then he left for work. I went to work aswell as I'm an foreign English language teacher. I got home at 7pm ready to sort everything out. That day I was planning to tell him that he was going to become a dad. I had made us dinner, spaghetti bolognese our favourite and made him a poem with little baby shoes and the tiniest baby grow I've ever seen along with my pregnancy test in the smallest box I had ever seen in my life. Time went on and before I knew it, it was 10pm. I had tried calling, texting him, literally everything to see when he finished work. I had no reply. It was around midnight when I had a text from Namjoon. We were both close with him. I was grateful for him that day. So he had messaged asking if I knew where Yoongi was and I said no I had been waiting for him since 9pm. He started to get worried as he hadn't come back into work since 11pm. I didn't panic as much as he was just working. No warning signs came to mind. He said he was going to look for him. That was until I recieved 3 texts from Namjoon half an hour later. First it was a photo of Yoongi pictured with a woman, arms around her waist and kissing her on the cheeks like she was his woman instead of me. The next was a photo of him making out with the same woman at his studio and then a text saying that Namjoon had walked in on them having sex. I was heartbroken, devastated and angry all at once. I started to pack all of my belongings into my suitcase, even the little baby things I had planned to tell him. Thankfully for me I didn't bring that much over from my home town. I finished packing around 1am and he came home around 20 past 1. He tried to be all over me when he came in. I pushed him away and he asked what was wrong. I just started at him in disbelief. I asked him where he had been and he gave me the excuse of work had gone over. I couldn't stand the excuses and the fact he was blatantly lying to my face so I showed him the texts I had recieved. He didn't say anything. What could he say? It was there in proof. He didn't deny any part of if, he just stayed silent. That's when I knew it was true. I saw red at that point. I was so heartbroken. Just shattered. It felt like my soul had left my body at that point.

"You're not leaving are you?" He stared at me with devastation in his eyes.

"Give me one fucking reason why I shouldn't leave. Why I shouldn't grab my stuff and walk out this door and never see you again" I spat, vemon clear in my voice.

"Because I love you" he whispered as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

My breath hitched as I stopped dead in my tracks not knowing what to do, what to say, what to think. All the shouting, the hurt, the pain turned into a deafening silence.

"No. How fucking dare you say those 3 words to me, thinking that once you say then then everything will all be okay and dandy and I'll forgive you because it was just a slip up. Well it was a slip up too far." The meaning those 3 words had before made my cheeks glow and smile widen but now makes me feel like there are thorns stuck inside my throat.

"You didn't love me. You loved the fact I was there at your every beck and call. You loved the thrill that you knew I was at home waiting for you to come back. Knowing I would willingly jump into your arms again and love you always. The truth is If you loved me you wouldn't have had sex with another girl. I love you Yoongi. I do, I always have and I always will. I truly did love you more than you could ever realise but I can't stay. I'm sorry" I walked closer to him, the anger that was once in my voice all gone. Just vanished.

"If I stay, I'll keep picturing you with her, your hands over her body and hers over yours. Marking the places that was once mine. Staying would break my heart into pieces every single day" I took a deep breath and said the next sentance that hurt me more to say out loud than to think.

"Yoongi she's got your heart. I can tell. It's okay, you can't help who you fall in love with if you're even in love with her. It's my time to walk away and let you be with her to see how your relationship would go. I see the way you are with her, your smile was bigger than any smile you've had with me. It's not the first time I've seen you pictured with her. If I love you I'll let you go and that's what I'm doing. Isn't it ironic that you're the one who broke my heart and yet I'm the one saying sorry" I chuckled. A heartless laughter with no emotion to mask the pain I felt inside. I sighed then said the 2 words that made my heart break that little bit more.

"Goodbye Yoongi" my voice cracked at the end of the sentance and I knew it was time to go before I would have started saying how I wanted him to work on us, to fight for this relationship so I looked into his eyes one last time making sure to drag it out as much as possible to remember how his eyes glimmered and shined when he looked at me just one last moment longer. I took a few steps over to the bed where he sat, his head in his hands covering his tear stained face. I knelt down so I was at his level, took his face in my hands and pressed our foreheads together. I looked him straight in the eyes. The gloomy dark brown eyes that once shined as bright as the sky when the sun rays hit them was now dark and guilty. The deep dark pools that I could get lost in, I'm now drowning in. My eyes filling up with tears as I looked up and admired the man I loved with every single of my entire being. I gave him one last hug and kiss on the squishy cheeks I once loved. I grabbed my bags and suitcase I had already packed beforehand and took my first steps to the foreseeable future. I said one last thing.

"Just promise me one thing, you won't do the same to the next girl who gives you her heart. Don't leave her wondering or questioning. Love her properly or don't love her at all" and with that I walked out of the door and out of his life forever. No one knew this up until now but I waited a few seconds for him to come after me and beg me to stay in his life. Nothing. He didn't come. 'Come after me' I thought. He never came. So I just did what I do best and fake a smile and walk away.

I can't say it was easy to get over him. Still I don't think I'll ever get over him. Someone who had such an impact on your life you can't forger but what I do know is it hurt like fuck. I had a miscarriage that morning around 9am. I drove myself to the hospital when I started getting pains in my stomach. The nurse told me it was due to stress. I felt numb, I couldn't cry that moment at the hospital but I sure did when I got home. The heartbreaking sobs that came from my mouth filled my apartment. I was pretty sure my neighbor's heard every part of my tears. I didn't know what to think or how I felt. That moment was a blur. He had tried calling and texting me but I got rid of his texts. He contacted me plenty of times I just ignored him. I couldn't go back to him, wondering if he was having sex with another girl if he was out somewhere. The only messaged I responded to was a text asking me if I was pregnant with his baby as Namjoon had told him. I responded saying I had a miscarriage at 9am the morning after the break up. All he said was "I'm sorry" and I replied saying "me too". I stayed in my spare house that I used for my writing and teaching space. I spent many countless nights on my sofa with ice cream, alcohol and sad songs but then after 6 months I saw him on tv with the same girl in the photos. The one he's meant to be with. The media commented on our situation. He told his side but not so many words. The genuine smile he had on his face, I knew it was the right thing to let him go. It's strange, really strange. A couple of months ago I couldn't live my life without him. Now, here I was without him and becoming myself more but my heart was still broken beyond repair. I think the hardest part of leaving him was knowing that no matter how slow I walked, he'd never catch up and come after me.

I used to lie in bed awake, staring at the ceiling. Just wondering if he was truly happy in his life or if he was just like me. Trying to fill the hole in his heart with girls before like I was filling mine with alcohol and sad music now. Or maybe he was missing me like I was missing him. Maybe he would regret the way we ended and came after me begging for the relationship to stay and continue. Or just maybe he was truly in love with the girl he was with now and I was the one who couldn't move on without seeing his face everything I turned. Even though I gave him everything I had, he chose someone else. I couldn't stay. That way was breaking my heart waiting for him to return to my arms again. Awating his warmth that felt like home.

I led awake just starting at my phone wishing for his name to just pop up on my screen and we could fix this whole mess. Weither it be a message or a phone call. I didn't delete his phone number I couldn't bring myself to. I missed his deep voice, the one I could listen to forever. I just wanted to hear him speak about anything and everything even the simplest of things like the weather. I just wanted to hear him because you never really miss someone's voice until they stop calling and you never hear from them again. But in the end he never called and I was just too tired to continue waiting. I knew that no message was also a message.

At the end it doesn't matter how many new haircuts and new makeup looks I try. It doesn't matter how many gyms I join trying to make myself feel better and it doesn't matter how many glasses of alcohol I down and tubs of ice cream I eat because still when the darkness falls on the sky. I still go to bed wondering what went wrong, picking at every little argument or thing I've said that was out of line or how life changes from going happy as can be one minute to feeling dejected and on my own the next. Sometimes in my loneliest moments I even convince myself he will call, text or come to my doorstep looking as worse as me. That we'll both cry and get angry but then forgive and love yet again like we did before. I used to do that before with the past relationships I was in. I used to give them chance after chance after chance but I couldn't do that anymore.

Now I know that after all that happened there will be a day where I can see his photo on my tv or around Korea and not feeling little shards of glass in my body or the gut wrenching pain I felt before. I know that one day all of that will go. That I'll feel okay again and the pieces of my soul he took will slowly but surely come back to me. As a quote by Oscar Wilde said "the heart was made to be broken". I know what he meant. Before, I realised I set myself on fire for someone who only watched me burn down. It took me a while but I realised I'm not burned down. I'm a phoenix rising from the ashes of my old pain. I've grown stronger. I've grown into someone new. I knew it would take time to adjust to life without him. Sometimes people are just better apart than being together because after all we don't need people to get hurt sometimes it's the memories that tear us apart and make us realise what we had before we lost it in a split second decision.

He was my first love but she was his.

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borathae · 5 years

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↳ Index [#04 Santa Claus is Coming to Town]

Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader, Jimin x f.Reader, Seokjin x f.Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: foursome, mxm, fxm, dom!Seokjin, dom!Jimin, sub!Jungkook, sub!Reader, thigh riding, spanking, marking, ass play, use of toys, nipple play, cum eating, anal sex, spit roasting, oral (m. & f. recieving), multiple orgasms, use of nicknames, degratation, orgasm denial, overstimulation, hairpulling, praising, aftercare

Wordcount: 7.6k

Back at the chalet you are met with silence. The others must still be out, you think to yourself. The four of you bit each other goodbye for now, each rushing off to your rooms to get ready for the night out.

You decide to text your best friend to tell her about your day and ask for her advice on which you dress you should wear for tonight as soon as you enter your empty bedroom. After all you had promised to update her on every little thing.

-You: Giiiiiiirl I have so much tea for you, get the biscuits ready lmaooo. Okay first of all I made up with Taehyung and Jimin already yaay. And second of all I need your help. Seokjin, Jungkook, Jimin and I want to go to an après ski party in town and I don’t know what to wear ugh. Should I wear the silver dress or the black one? ♥

Three dots appear as soon as you had pressed send on the first message and soon enough your phone vibrates.

-Hayley: biiiiiiiitch I knew they wouldn’t break up with you like that. see I told you!!! ♥ first of all did you get the vitamine d already? 👀 and second of all take the silver dress it makes your ass look amazing ♥

You smile at the enthusiasm of your friend typing your answer.

-You: nooo as far as now is concerned I didn’t 😔✊ but it can change lmao at least I try to tonight… thanks for your help btw I’ll wear the silver dress ♥

-Hayley: that’s my girl 😏 give me updates 😏

You lock your phone afterwards to finally get ready for the night. You quickly step into the shower letting the hot water run over your cold body. Being outside for the whole day had taken its toll on you and you were glad for the hot temperature of the water. You wash your hair as well, cleaning it from the sweat. Apparently you had sweated more than what your cold body tells you. You blow dry your hair, styling it whilst doing so. You decide to go for a smokey eye look and keep your lips in a neutral nude look. After that it is time for your underwear for tonight. The silver dress was tight fitting to your body, so simple lace which would hug your body in a flattering manner would be to one to go for. You decide to go for the black lace, which Yoongi had once given you on Valentine’s Day blushing at the thought of what had soon followed after that present. God you really missed their touch. You sigh, shaking your head to get rid of the depressing thoughts and peel yourself into the dress. You put on your black high heels turning around in front of the mirror one last time before nodding satisfied with the result.

Once you come to the railing you can already see the three of them sit on the couch underneath you. Your breath catches in your throat, they hadn’t promised you too much when they had told you that they would dress up. Jungkook was wearing ripped jeans into which he had stuck a yellow dress shirt. He had finished off his look with a black belt, which accentuated his small waist and his silver Rolex on his left wrist. You weren’t used to him dressing like this and you feel your breath quicken.

Jimin had decided to go for a black turtleneck, same as Seokjin. Expect that Jimin had paired it with black jeans and a black leather jacket. Seokjin had decided to pair it with a burgundy suit which made his shoulders look even wider than usual and rectangular glasses.

“You look amazing wow”, you tell them once you reach the living room. Their eyes go big as soon as they see you, looking you up from head to toe, “you like my dress?” you ask turning around so they could get a good look of your ass.

“You look hot babe”, Jimin says standing up to place a kiss on your cheek.

“I can’t wait to dance with you tonight”, Jungkook tells you before offering you his arm, which you accept with a smile.

“Let’s go before I decide that staying home is far more fun than going out”, Seokjin says slapping your ass to which you gasp surprised.

“Control your hands mister”, you warn him. Your heart was racing at an ineffable speed, you weren’t used to Seokjin acting like this anymore and you felt nervous all of a sudden.

Why are you nervous? They are still your boyfriends and they would never do something what you wouldn’t want them to. Or are you nervous because you already know what was to come later that night from just looking at their hungry eyes.

“I’m sorry I had to”, Seokjin apologizes smiling at you cheekily.

“Don’t be angry at him, if it hadn’t been him I would have slapped your ass in his name”, Jimin tries to defend him offering you your jacket. You scoff throwing your hair over your shoulder dramatically to get it out from under the thick fabric of the coat.

Just like always a taxi was already waiting outside for the four of you and to Jungkooks and yours luck Seokjin is as nice as to get into the passenger seat this time. The drive to the club was silent safe for the French music playing through the taxi radio. Seokjin is the one who pays the taxi driver this time giving him a large tip before thanking him and helping the rest of you out of the car.

The club looks unremarkable from outside, a simple wooden house. The bright pink neon letters are the only indicator that you were entering a club. The bouncers let you through easily once Jimin smiles brightly at them, both of them a flustered mess afterwards.

“How are you always doing this?” you ask him.

“Do what?” he asks smiling knowingly but acting stupid.

“Put every man into gay panic”, you tell him making him laugh out loud.

“I’m cute no one can resist me”, he says cupping his face in his hands.

But his cute behavior was gone the moment the four of you enter the dark room of the club, his eyes turning dark once he had been set into the mood. This man will be the death of you one day you are sure of it. Heads turn your way while the four of you walk through the crowds of people to get to an empty table, mostly women starring at your boyfriends, forgetting completely about the men at their sides. The men are far too intimidated by the stares of Jimin walking in front of you and Seokjin and Jungkook walking on each side of you to actually take a good look at you. You grin to yourself; you had always found it quite attractive when your boyfriends acted protective over you.

“I’ll go get us some drinks”, Seokjin yells over the loud music pointing at the bottle bar once you had sat down at one of the tables. He rushes off, wallet already in his hand.

“The music is good in here”, Jimin says moving his head to the loud bass.

“Not really my cup of tea but once Seokjin brings the vodka and I am drunk enough I’m sure I’ll love it”, Jungkook says and despite his words he is nodding his head to the music.

Right at this moment Seokjin comes back with a big silver bucket filled with a bottle of vodka and different sodas to mix it with.

“The barman told me this is the best vodka here. I paid 260 swiss francs for it let’s hope he didn’t screw me over”, he tells you pouring each of you a glass.

There was one thing you had always hated about Seokjin and that is the way he mixes drinks. The moment you take the first sip of your vodka cola your whole body shutters at the taste.

“Fucking hell Seokjin that’s pure vodka”, you hiss scrunching up your nose.

“Listen babe I paid a lot of money for it so you are going to enjoy it”, he warns pouring down his drink in one go. He grimaces noticing that he indeed had mixed it far too strong but he is too proud to admit that.

Jungkook is the one who mixes the next round and as you so painfully realise he isn’t any better than Seokjin. So after two glasses you feel already drunk enough that for the time being you want nothing more than to dance it off again.

“I’ll go dance for a bit, you guys are shitty at mixing and if I don’t move I’ll throw up. Anyone wants to join me?” you announce struggling to stand up with your high heels on.

“I’ll join you”, Jungkook says catching you with his strong arms, so you wouldn’t tumble backwards onto the couch again.

You laugh pulling him out of the booth and dragging him onto the dance floor. It was stuffed, hot bodies pressing against each other. Once you and Jungkook had finally found a spot where the two of you could dance quite undisturbed, there is nothing stopping you anymore. You jump up and down to the music with raised arms. You close your eyes smiling brightly, singing the lyrics to the song which had just came on.

Suddenly two arms wrap around your body and you open your eyes meeting Jungkook smirking down at you. He presses you against his body grinding his crotch into your stomach. He leans down to whisper something into your ear.

“You look so hot whilst dancing”, he whispers before pressing one of his thighs between your legs. You gasp at the rough material of his jeans rubbing at your core, the thin lace doing little to lessen the friction.

“Ah Jungkook”, you moan when he forces your hips to move on his leg to the music.

“Quiet babe we don’t want the others to notice or do we?” he warns biting your earlobe. Your eyes fly shut, moans leaving your lips at the feeling of his lips tracing kisses all over your neck and his thigh muscles flexing underneath you.

“Shit Jungkook baby ah, stop people will notice”, you gasp when he presses you even tighter to his body, his erection now pressing into your stomach.

“Just keep moving babe, you feel so good, no one will notice”, he pants, too far gone into the feeling already.

“You two up for a person joining this little thing here?” a man in sweats and a Christmas sweater suddenly interrupts your dancing.

Jungkook looks up from your neck, pressing you even closer in reflex.

“Can’t you see tha-“, he starts but is interrupted by you kissing his ear to get his attention.

“Let him join baby, let’s make the others jealous”, you whisper to which you feel his dick twitch against your stomach. He nods giving his permission.

“Go ahead”, he invites the stranger who doesn’t need to be told twice.

He wraps his hands around you, resting them on Jungkooks waist and as soon as he wants to start grinding into your ass he is ripped away from your body.

“What the fuck?” he screams looking around for the idiot who just interrupted his actions.

“If I were you I would fuck off before it turns ugly for you”, Jimin growls starring at the taller man with such intensity he seems to shrink in height. Strong hands wrap around your wrist and soon you are dragged into the direction of the exit with Jungkook and Jimin closely following by.

“What the hell did you think you were doing in there?” Seokjin spits once he had dragged you out of the club and to the closest taxi.

“I wasn’t doing anything”, you insist but you can’t help the smirk creeping up your face. The alcohol surely does his job well, adding to your confidence.

“Into the taxi now”, he orders shoving you into the backseat next to Jimin.

It surprises you that none of them say something to the little escapade of you and Jungkook and soon you feel yourself grow worried. Did you go too far? You relationship was already on the brink of breaking, what if your little stunt actually had done the exact opposite than you had hoped for. What if they actually consider breaking up with you now?

Your worries soon come to a halt once you feel Jimins hand travel up and down your thigh. You look over to Jungkook, noticing that Jimin was doing the exact same to him as he was to you. His hand travels up further and further until it comes to a rest, mere millimeters away from your core. Your breath quickens starring between yours and Jungkooks crotch.

“Now be quiet we don’t want to bother the taxi driver”, Jimin whispers into your ear lightly biting your ear lope before his hand finally comes to rest on your core. You have to bite down on your tongue to stop the sigh from escaping your lips.

“You are both so ready for me already”, he says smirking at the way yours and Jungkooks hips snatch up simultaneously. He increases the pressure of his fingers against your core and you have to burry your face in his neck.

“Jimin pl-please stop”, you stutter scared that the driver would notice your indecency.

“Hyung plea- ah fuck”, Jungkook suddenly blurts out. Jimins hands had pressed down especially hard and whilst you were able to muffle your moan in Jimins neck Jungkook wasn’t as lucky.

The eyes of the taxi driver snap into your direction. He is starring at you through the rear view mirror disgust written all over his features.

“Oooh, wow I really love this song! What’s it called?” Seokjin saves the three of you turning the music louder and bombarding the taxi driver with questions.

To your dismay Jimin retreats his hands from your core after that, acting like he doesn’t notice both yours and Jungkooks whines. Seokjin pays the driver double once you arrive at the chalet, apologizing with a sorry smile on his face before slamming the door shut.

“No missy you are not dismissed for tonight, into my room now”, Jimin tells you pulling you back by your wrist. You had wanted to walk up to your room, frustrated that they had stopped their teasing.

You let him drag you with him, leaving your high heels somewhere scattered along the way to the room. Seokjin, who had been the last one to enter the bedroom, locks the door before pushing Jungkook onto the bed next to where Jimin had pushed you.

He crawls onto the younger man’s body sitting down on his crotch earning a groan from Jungkook.

“You were a very bad boy today Jungkook-ah”, he says grabbing him by his hair and pulling hard. Jungkook winces from the pain, his eyes fluttering shut. “You know how much I dislike my pets misbehaving like that”, he pulls even harder on Jungkooks hair and the younger one groans out a pained “sorry”.

“Look me in the eyes when apologizing pet”, Seokjin warns and despite the heaviness of his eyelids Jungkook manages to peel them open.

“I’m sorry master”, he chokes out, breathing out in relieve once Seokjin releases his hair from his grasp.

“Good boy”, Seokjin praises gently massaging Jungkooks aching roots. He leans down to capture Jungkooks lips into a rough kiss grinding down on Jungkooks crotch. The younger man whines with every move of Seokjins hips, his hand grasping at the black fabric of Seokjins turtleneck.

You had watched the whole scene unfold in front of grinding your hips involuntarily against nothing but air. You need to feel something press against your core soon or else you will go crazy.

“You like what you are seeing kitten?” Jimin whispers into your ear. His hot breath tickles your neck making a shiver run down your spine. You nod, suppressing a moan once his lips meet your neck. “You were such a bad little girl tonight dancing with this stranger right in front of us. I know you wanted us to see didn’t you?” he asks and once you don’t answer his bites the skin of your neck making you gasp, “answer me kitten.”

“Yes I want- wanted you to”, you stutter grasping at the bed sheets underneath you. Jimins fingers had travelled down to your core, now lightly teasing your folds. He chuckles once he feels the soaked material of your panties.

“Why did you want us to see? Mhm kitten, are three cocks not enough for you?” Jimin teases adding pressure to his touch. Your hips buck up at the sudden feeling and you gasp out loud.

“Because I wanted you to punish me”, you scream out looking into Jimins eyes. They flutter shut for a moment, before he finds his composure again now starring down at you with dark eyes.

“On my lap now kitten, head to Jungkook”, he orders pulling you up from where you were lying before and sitting down on the spot. He pats his lap and you soon follow his orders. You lie down on his thighs now facing Jungkook who was panting hard from whatever Seokjin was doing to him.

“Go on Jungkook look at Y/N see what happens when you make us jealous”, Seokjin orders the younger one forcing his head to look into your direction. “I want you to watch her face when Jimin spanks her beautiful little ass”, he whispers leaning down close to Jungkooks ear looking at you the whole time with hungry eyes.

The first blow comes as a surprise to you and you yell out from the sudden pain against your ass cheek. Jimin had pulled up your dress, when you were too occupied to stare between Jungkook and Seokjin, admiring the black lace for a few seconds before spanking you hard.

“Tell me kitten on a scale of one to ten how much did you enjoy your little escapade with Jungkook hm?” Jimin asks massaging the hot flesh with gentle fingers.

“Eight”, you try to get out before the second blow hits you.

“So you still have six to go kitten. Start counting now”, Jimins tells you before spanking you once again. Your eyes fall shut and you try to get the numbers out as loud as your heavy breathing allowed you to. You feel yourself grow wetter with every slap of Jimins hand against your ass cheeks, the rings on his fingers only adding to the pleasurable pain.

“Could you hear her right now Jungkook? Because I couldn’t”, Seokjins asks when you had choked out the last number sobbing too much to actually be able to speak. Jungkook shakes his head, his eyes are fixated on your teary eyes and his breathing is heavy.

“Eight! Eight! Fuck eight!” you blurt out once Jimin hands meet your ass once again, harder than before. Seokjin nods satisfied and soon you feel Jimin gently massage your burning skin.

“This will leave a pretty mark”, he chuckles starring down at the red hand print on your left ass cheek. “You did good kitten”, he praises making you smile. He helps you up on your knees so you are kneeling next to his sitting form. He rests his hand on the small of your back, smiling at you before pulling you down for a kiss. You melt into his kiss. It is the complete opposite of the rough treatment from his hands a few seconds ago, gentle and sweet and soon your ragged breathing relaxes. He pulls you back by your hair, once he had decided that it was enough, and you wince from the pain. “Don’t get too relaxed kitten, we are just getting started with the two of you”, he says and your breathing gets faster as soon as his words had left his lips.

“Now Jungkookie what are we going to do with you mhm?” Seokjin asks, gently combing through Jungkooks dark locks.

“I don’t know, anything please I need you to punish me”, he answers shaking his head. His eyes flutter shut, enjoying the soft touches of Seokjins fingers.

“I’ve got an idea”, Jimin says getting up and walking to his suitcase. The three of you watch him crouch down and digging through it for a few moments before finally pulling something out with a triumphant “aha.” He walks to the bed again putting a black satin box onto the bed sheets. He opens it and as soon as Jungkook spots the black butt plug his body starts to shake. He had always loved the feeling of it vibrating in his tight hole whilst Jimin sucks off his dick, but he knows what it meant tonight and he doesn’t like it one bit.

“Go on kitten get Jungkooks ass ready for my toy”, Jimins tells you smirking at the way Jungkooks adam’s apple pops up and down from swallowing so hard.

Jimins request takes you off-guard for a moment and your eyes jump from Jimins and Seokjins features. They are both smirking at you, waiting for you to spring into action.

“If that’s okay with you of course”, Seokjin adds and you have to smile at his words. You nod, of course it is okay with you, it is just that you felt nervous. It had been rare that any of the guys asked you to eat out their ass, so you were relatively new to this area.

“No it’s fine with me”, you tell them before crawling over to Jungkook. He watches your every move with big eyes, chest heaving up and down. “Is it okay with you too Jungkook-ah?” you ask him and he nods violently.

“Please babe I need your tongue”, he whines to which Seokjin pulls his hair back.

“You don’t beg her for anything, she is nothing more than another toy following our commands, is that clear pet?” he warns to which Jungkook nods as good as his aching roots allow him too. “Good boy, now what did you want from her?”

“Her tongue master, please I need her tongue”, he begs, a single tear rolling down his cheek.

“Good boy”, Seokjin praises releasing Jungkooks hair before signaling you to move, “go on doll make his ass nice and ready for us”, he orders you and with that he is gone from Jungkooks body. Jungkook whines at the sudden loss of contact snapping his hips up searching for any sort of friction.

You crawl over to him, sitting down on his thighs resting your hands on his chest.

“Can I please strip him? I really want to see his body please masters” you ask Jimin and Seokjin to which they both nod.

Your fingers are shaking and unbuttoning his shirts takes you longer than you wanted it to. Once you have finally managed to open every single button Jungkook jumps into action, sitting up and ripping his shirt from his body before wrapping his arms around. He kisses you hard grinding you down against his crotch, hissing every time you core grinds over the most sensitive part of his constrained cock. You are rendered speechless for a moment, resting your forehead against his and just letting him grind you down against him.

“Don’t forget your role here pet”, Seokjin warns stopping Jungkook in his movements with his words.

“I’m sorry master”, he apologizes with his eyes pressed shut from trying so hard to control the urges to snap his hips up into you again.

“Go on kitten, you are not finished here”, Jimin encourages you and with shaking fingers you manage to open Jungkooks belt and zipper.

Jungkook raises his hips, so you are able to finally free him of his jeans and boxers, sighing loudly once his cock spring free from his pants. “Fuck yes finally”, he sighs closing his eyes for a moment before ripping them open again.

You had wrapped your mouth around his tip gently sucking on it, surprising him. He lets out a loud moan throwing his head back at the sudden pleasure. His right hand comes to rest on your head guiding you down further on his dick. You swallow hard once you can feel the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, making him grunt in pleasure.

“Wait, please go slow babe I’m sensiti-”, he groans choking on the last word when you grace his cock with your teeth, “fuck do that again holy shit”, he stutters. You repeat your action, Jungkooks hips thrusting into your mouth at the feeling. You move upwards again, not wanting to choke on his length now concentrating on his tip. You flick your tongue around his tip, sucking hard before working your way down his length tracing every single vein with the tip of your tongue. “It feels so good babe don’t stop doing that”, he moans tightening his grip around your hair. You suck his tip again, licking over his slit one last time and then you are gone from his dick.

“No please don’t babe I was so close”, he whines looking at you so miserably you nearly sink down on his dick once again. But you stay strong wiping your mouth clean from your spit.

“Turn around baby, get on all fours”, you tell him and he follows immediately. He rests on his elbows, ass up in the air and head pressed to the mattress just waiting for you to touch him again.

You look at him for a moment admiring the curve of his ass cheeks and his very impressive thigh muscles. You begin trailing kisses all over the small of his back slowly working your way down to his ass. You suck on his flesh first, a small gasp leaving Jungkooks lips once it starts to hurt. You release him admiring the purple spot on his perfect skin. “Are you ready Jungkook?” you ask him.

“Fuck yes please”, he groans already shaking from just your hands massaging his ass cheeks. You spread them open so it would be easier for you to dig in and then you are finally where Jungkook wanted you the most. “Shiiiiit”, he moans once he feels your wet muscles trace his entrance. You are gentle at first, kitten licking so he would get used to the feeling. It doesn’t take Jungkook long to beg for more grinding his ass back against your tongue. You hold him still, not wanting to be suffocated by him, before starting to fuck his hole with your tongue as good as possible.

“Ah fuck baby fuck yes”, he moans nearly ripping the bed sheets apart from grabbing them so tightly, “Please fuck me with your fingers baby”, he begs catching you off-guard. You look to Seokjin and Jimin for permission.

“Go on doll do what Jungkook asked you for”, Seokjin encourages you and quiet “thank you” leaves Jungkooks lips upon hearing Seokjins words.

You wet one of your fingers with your spit, so it would slip in easier, and start slightly pushing against the ring of muscles. Jungkook breaths in hard, trying to relax his racing heartbeat, “go on baby”, he encourages and upon hearing his words you push hard against his hole, your finger slipping right into it. Jungkook winces in pain, the new sensation burning. You attached your mouth to his entrance once again, licking and sucking until Jungkook has relaxed enough that you were able to thrust your finger in and out of him. You add another one soon after, curling them so you would hit his prostate with every thrust of your fingers. He was a moaning mess underneath you at this point, his thighs shaking and precum dripping down on the sheets ruining them.

“I-I’m so cl-close”, he stutters bucking his hips back to meet your every thrust.

“Stop your movements kitten”, Jimin suddenly tells you. You don’t listen at first, too caught up with making Jungkook cum, until a tight grip around your wrist makes you stop in your movements. “I said stop your movements”, Jimin warns pulling your hand away from Jungkooks ass.

“No please don’t, please let me cum”, Jungkook sobs shaking violently from having been stolen from his high. He was aching, he wanted nothing more than to feel full again, to feel anything at all.

“Patience babyboy you’ll get your reward soon”, Jimin calms the younger man gently stroking the skin of his back.

Seokjin is suddenly standing in front of you with the butt plug in his hands and lopsided smile on his face. “Open up doll”, he orders and you follow opening your mouth wide. He presses the toy to your tongue, “go on get it all nice and wet for Jungkooks ass”, he tells you and you suck on it hard holding eye contact with him the whole time. He watches you suck the toy for a few moments, imagining how your lips would feel around his dick before finally removing it from your lips. “Good girl”, he praises and you smile.

“Now Jungkook-ah are you ready for your toy?” he asks attention turned to Jungkook.

“Yes”, he answers holding his breath for what was to come. He wanted it so bad.

Seokjin is gentle, tracing the cold toy over the ring of muscles before gently pressing it down. Jimin traces circles across Jungkooks back calming him down.

“It’s okay babyboy breathe”, he reassures him and on Jimins words Seokjin presses the toy against Jungkooks hole until it slips right in. Jungkook whines, the toy is much thicker than your fingers and it burns at first.

“You took it so well Jungkookie”, Seokjin praises him before pressing a button and the toy springs into action.

“Yes oh my god yes, higher please master turn it on higher”, he groans grabbing onto Jimins arm which had rested next to his face.

“We rewarded you far too much already Jungkookie, it stays on this setting until we say so otherwise. Now kneel up and put your hands on your thighs”, Seokjin tells him. Jungkook sits up as good as his weak limbs allow him to. He looks fucked, his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead and his eyes glazed over by un-fallen tears.

“And don’t you dare touch yourself. We will tell you when you are allowed touch yourself babyboy. Now for the time being you have to watch Y/N get fucked by the two of us”, Jimin explains earning a whimper from both you and Jungkook.

“Would you like that doll?” Seokjin asks hovering over you all of a sudden. You swallow hard nodding. “Good girl, now undress for me”, he tells you opening the zipper of your dress for you. With his help you are able to easily slip out of your dress. “Sit”, he says pointing to his lap and you follow. The moment you are sat on his lap he kisses you hard, his tongue dancing with yours and his teeth grazing over your lips ever so often. He unzips your bra, throwing it onto the ground once you had removed it from your chest. His hands cup both of your breasts immediately, his mouth working its way down from your neck to your chest.

“You are beautiful little one”, he says looking at your exposed chest before wrapping his lips around one of your nipples. You gasp out at the feeling grabbing at his shoulders. He groans in agreement, biting down hard and you cry out.

“Shit Seokjin don’t stop!” you moan grinding down your aching core against his clothed erection. He soon traces kisses over your chest. A stinging pain runs through your chest and you hiss closing your eyes. “It feel so good master”, you moan concentrating on the feeling of his lips leaving bruises all over your chest. His fingers start traveling from your chest down to your core, teasing it over the lace material.

“Wow Jimin-ah she is already so wet for us”, he chuckles, ripping the panties from your body to finally press his finger against your clit. Your skin burns where the lace had dug into, but soon the hot touch of his fingers takes over your senses. You buck against his touch burying your face in his neck biting down on your lip to stop the scream threatening to escape your throat. “I don’t think she needs any more foreplay. Hm doll? Do you think you are ready to get fucked by Jimins cock?” he asks adding pressure to his touch. You nod, your breath catching in your throat.

“Good girl, get on your knees”, Jimin tells you watching you crawl from Seokjins lap. He had stripped himself of his clothes while you were preoccupied with Seokjins touch, now lazily stroking his hardened cock. As soon as you are gone from Seokjins lap he starts undressing as well, throwing his ruined suit pants onto the floor next to your dress, his other clothes soon following after.

“Are you ready kitten?” Jimin whispers, leaning his body over you, so his chest was pressing against your back. You nod bucking your hips back against his crotch, his dick grazing over your entrance. He stops your movements with one press against the small of your back with the flat of his hand. He teases your entrance for a few seconds, stroking the head of his head through your folds until you can’t take it any longer.

“Please fuck me master please”, you beg pressing your eyes shut. Jimin slams into you after that, the sudden stretch burning. Despite his first rough thrust, his movements are slow after that. He lets you get accustomed to his length and soon the burn turns into pleasure. “Faster please”, you beg trying to get more friction by grinding down your hips against Jimins crotch.

“You are such a greedy little slut kitten, grinding down on my cock like your life depends on it”, Jimin chuckles. He grabs your hips, his fingers digging painfully into your skin before increasing the speed of his thrust. You throw your head back, moaning loudly and your eyes falling.

“Look at me doll”, Seokjin suddenly says averting your attention to him. He is kneeling in front of you, stroking his big length. He grabs your chin with his free hand and guides your head to his cock tracing his head over your closed lips. “Open up”, he tells you and you open your mouth waiting for his cock to finally touch your tongue. He is slow at first, letting you get used to the sensation at your own pace. You circle your tongue on the underside of his cock tracing the big vein running from the base to his tip. “Don’t be shy take it in”, he tells you pulling your mouth onto his cock. You gag at first once his tip hits the back of your neck, but Seokjin doesn’t let go of you enjoying the way you struggle for air.

He starts thrusting into your mouth holding you by the back of your head, so you wouldn’t be able to back off. “You look so pretty right now”, he tells you watching a tear fall down your cheek. He has to look away or else he would lose his composure. Instead he concentrates on your lips wrapping around his length, a deep grunt rattling through his chest.

The sudden increase of Jimins hips calls your attention back to him. He had moved the angle of his thrusts, so they would hit your g-spot with every snap of his hips. The scream of pleasure gets muffled by Seokjins cock stuffed down your throat.

“You are clenching so much kitten fuck you are so tight”, Jimin groans throwing his head back digging his nails into your hips. “Cum for me kitten let me feel you”, he tells you moving one of his hands to your core to rub circles on your aching clit. You are crying at this point, breathing heavily through your nose and moaning around Seokjins cock.

“That’s it doll just like that”, Seokjin groans increasing the speed of his thrusts. You are so close, your head is spinning and your abdominal muscles are clenching so hard it hurts. Jimin thrust up into you one last time and then the hot pleasure shoots through you. Your eyes roll back into your head, the image bringing Seokjin over the edge as well, his hot cum coating the back of your throat. Jimin soon follows after you with a loud groan, your clenching walls driving him over the edge.

“You did so good”, Seokjin praises removing his softening cock from your mouth. You swallow his cum before breathing in hard, your lungs finally filling with enough oxygen. He wipes away the fallen tears from your cheeks gently stroking your burning skin. You smile weakly falling forward once Jimins grab around your hips loosens, your arms giving in underneath you.

“Is it my turn now?” Jungkook asks, his voice weak from the exhaustion of not being able to touch himself the whole time.

“Lick her clean first”, Jimin tells him, tracing his hand over your shaking legs. You whine, despite your high just a few seconds ago you wanted more again.

Jungkook follows crawling from where he had been kneeling before to between your legs. Seokjin and Jimin both lay down at Jungkooks previous spot, stroking their softened dicks, already growing hard again. Jungkook goes straight in without a warning, his patience long gone. He wanted to cum and if it meant making you cum with his tongue he would do it as fast as possible. You throw your head back into the pillows groaning from the overstimulation. You are still sensitive and the rough treatment of his tongue against your clit hurts. You pull him back his hair.

“Please go slow Jungkook I’m still sensitive”, you whine.

“I’m sorry pumpkin”, he apologizes. He starts to lick you, soft strokes of his tongue teasing your entrance and soon you feel yourself relax into his touch. He moans once he gets the first taste of Jimins cum, licking it from your entrance, loud slurping noises ringing through the room. Normally you would have felt embarrassed about the sounds, but his touch was too good to feel ashamed. His right hand comes resting next to your clit, his index and middle fingers starting to trace gentle circles on the bundle of nerves.

“Ah Kookie, it feels so good”, you groan, already feeling your high built up in your stomach once again. He starts fucking you with tongue, groans of approval leaving his chest and vibrating through your core “Yes don’t stop baby I’m so close”, you moan already readying yourself for your high.

“Stop your movements pet”, Seokjin stops Jungkook and suddenly he is gone from your core and you are left whining and writhing underneath him. You look over to Seokjin and Jimin, they are stroking their cocks both of them already hard again. You try to get them to let you cum looking at them with trembling lips, but their faces stay frozen.

“Please master I was such a good boy, can I please cum now”, Jungkook begs folding his hands in front of his chest. He is a mess, the toy in his ass did nothing more than make him want to feel full.

“Fine, but only because you asked so nicely babyboy”, Jimin allows him taking pity at Jungkooks miserable state, “go on fuck Y/Ns tight little pussy”, he urges him on with a flick of his wrist and as soon as the words leave Jimins lips Jungkook is between your legs. He spreads them open starring at your core his cock twitching at the sight in front of him.

“Can I?” he asks taking his dick into his hands and guiding it to your entrance. He waits for your consent looking deeply into your eyes. You nod urging him on by pressing your feet against his ass. You are so wet he slips right into you making him groan loud at the sudden feeling.

“You are so we-wet”, he stutters staying still for a few moments, taking deep breaths or else he would have cum immediately. Once he feels in control enough he starts to move, thrusting in and out of slowly. You watch him, your eyes fixated on his heaving chest. You reach out to take one of his nipples between your fingers. He groans at the feeling of you rolling his sensitive bud between your thumb and index finger. “Don’t stop please”, he moans increasing the speed of his hips.

“Don’t cum already Jungkook-ah I have a treat for you”, Jimin suddenly says wrapping his arms around the younger mans waist. He stops, breathing hard, his eyebrows furrowed from concentrating on not cumming. Jimin removes the toy from Jungkooks ass, making him whine at the sudden loss of feeling. “Are you ready?” Jimin asks teasing his entrance with the dip of his lubed-up dick. Jungkook nods holding his breath. You watch him, still playing with his nipples and when Jimin finally slips into Jungkooks the pleasure on Jungkook face is like nothing you have ever seen before. His eyes roll back into his skull and his mouth snaps open high pitches moans leaving his lips. The snap of Jimins hips is rough, forcing Jungkook to thrust into your with every snap of his hips. You moan, the angle perfect to graze over your clit every time Jungkook shakes above you.

“You are such a good little boy, so tight for daddies cock”, Jimin groans increasing the intensity of his thrusts. Everything gets too much for Jungkook, your warm walls clenching around his aching cock, your fingers playing with his sensitive nipples and Jimins cock hitting his prostate over and over again. He cums with a loud scream falling onto his elbows from the intensity of it. He is shaking violently, his hot seed coating your walls. But Jimin doesn’t let go of him, his hips never stopping their relentless pace.

“Ah fuck”, Jungkook whines hiding his head in your neck. He grabs your hand clutching it tightly like his life depended on it. You try to sooth him, gently stroking through his hair. “It’s too much”, he sobs hot tears falling onto your neck, “please Jimin please.” The overstimulation was too much for him but still he didn’t want it to end. He clenches around Jimins cock, the older one groaning at the sensation until his thrusts become irregular and he finally cums with a loud groan of Jungkooks name.

Jimin falls back pulling Jungkook with him and embracing him in his arms and as soon as the feeling of Jungkook buried inside of you is gone you realise how much you are actually aching for release.

“Please I need to cum”, you whine, your fingers trailing down to your clit involuntarily. As soon as they start rubbing circles they are slapped away. You open your eyes, Seokjin was starring down at you with lustful eyes.

“Turn around”, he tells you and you follow. He pulls your hips into the air, pressing your face against the mattress with his other hand. He is quick to act, thrusting into you without giving you any time to adjust. He knows you are ready for it. You scream grabbing the bed sheets for support. He was so much thicker than both Jungkook and Jimin and despite Jungkooks cum lubricating you his first few thrusts hurt so good. “That’s it scream for me slut”, he says earning another scream of pleasure once he tangles his hand in your hair and pulls hard.

“Shit master ah fuck me harder please”, you yell. Your neck was hurting from having been pushed into the mattress and your scalp was burning from Seokjins rough treatment.

“Such a greedy little slut, taking my cock so well”, he grunts struggling to get the words out of his mouth. You were clenching hard around him and every snap of his hips was bringing him closer to his release. He increases the speed, easing you into your well-deserved high. It feels so good, the angle of his thrust and the length of his cock are perfect for hitting your a-spot over and over again and soon enough you are shaking underneath him, his name rolling off your tongue over and over again.

“That’s it doll fuck”, he moans cumming hard once he hears his name fall from your lips. It takes you a good twenty second to come down from the intensity of your high, your body falling limb in Seokjins arms. He holds you tight to his chest falling onto his back and pulling you with him so you were now lying on top of him.

“That was amazing”, you groan laughing tiredly.

“Yeah”, Seokjin whispers kissing the crown of your head, “I’m sorry for being so rough with you”, he apologizes, his dominate nature gone once his mind clears. He cuddles you tightly to his chest stroking your back soothingly.

“Don’t apologize it was amazing”, you reassure him kissing his naked chest.

“It really was”, Jungkook answers tiredly. Jimin had been stroking through his hair the whole time, peppering his face with kisses.

“You were such good little sluts I am so proud of you”, he praises both you and Jungkook to which you both smile. “You deserve to sleep now”, he whispers kissing Jungkooks nose. Jungkook snuggles closer to Jimin humming contently.

“Good night little one”, Seokjin whispers kissing your head once again and soon you were drifting off to sleep.

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gold-gguk · 6 years

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《 Workaholic 》

summary ↠ Hoseok has developed a bad habit born of good intentions. While you toss and turn alone in bed, unable to find rest, Hobi remains locked up in his studio until the ungodliest of hours, slaving away on his latest masterpiece that’s never quite up to his standard. You know words are beyond him when he’s in his element, so this time, you try a less verbal tactic to pull his attention from one passion and into another.

genre ↠ SMUT, fluff, idolverse member ↠ jung hoseok warnings ↠ fondling (male recieving), oral (female recieving) word count ↠ 3.6k

moodboard by Cj on aminoapps || requested by anon. Hope you enjoy ;)

You cringe against the subtle creaking of the floor as your softly-socked feet tread along the wood surface. With your fingers clasped securely around the body of your phone, you quickly flick your gaze to check the time, a sour scrunch of your nose responding to the dreadfully early hour displayed on the screen. The slight groan of your tired muscles protests every movement that you make further from your now empty bedroom just down the hall, but you continue to press on, the current destination in mind the only thing you desire to reach.

You’d tried to ignore the way you couldn’t seem to fall asleep comfortably despite the eager weariness prompting your eyelids to close. It seemed that no matter how tired you were, the rather loud fact that you were still in bed alone was barring you from drifting off, your wandering thoughts tethering you to the stagnant air of the quite bedroom. You’d tossed and turned for a good few hours, attempting to satiate your anxious energy by hugging tightly to the pillows around you, but it just couldn’t compare to the feeling of real body heat and the steady and familiar breathing that you had become so accustomed to falling asleep next to.

In the end, you’d realized what a hopeless venture it was to keep trying. The only way you’re getting to sleep tonight is if your annoyingly hardworking boyfriend, Hoseok, gets his pert butt out of the studio downstairs and comes back to bed with you.

With this determined focus and desire for restful slumber at the forefront of your mind, you forge ahead along the dimly lit hallway towards the stairs, taking the steps carefully and quietly as to not disturb the rest of the sleeping dorm. Luckily, it seems as if the majority of the incessant creaking beneath your feet has been left upstairs as your strides through the dark and quiet living room remain entirely ginger. As you round the corner of the kitchen to the second hallway lined with fast-shut doors, you set your gaze upon your intended target, Hoseok’s studio, the only room still glowing with soft light through the fogged glass of his door.

The other members had brought their days of creating and producing to an end long ago, satisfied and worked over enough to happily find sanctuary in sleep, but Hoseok still hasn’t stopped. You’ve come to find that when Hobi sets his mind on a new project, a new idea full of potential, it’s almost dangerous how passionately he sets about pursuing it, spending longer and more uninterrupted hours in the studio hashing out all the finite details of his perfectionist nature. This will make the third night in a row that he’s lost track of time on his venture, and your sleep schedule is starting to feel the effects.

Heaving a taxed breath from your chest as your feet come to rest just outside his door, you curl your fingers softly around the knob, twisting it open ever so slowly until the fuzzy light of his room spills like a stream into the darkness of the hall.

He’s still sitting there in his rolling chair, one of his bare feet tucked under his leg as he leans the weight of his head in the palm of his hand against the desk. His other hand his gripping the mouse of his computer, long fingers scrolling deftly over the device as various tracks and instrumental lines shift and dance around the screen, the meaning and method of such intricate programming completely lost on you. You rest against the door frame for a moment, taking advantage of the way his back is turned to you by admiring the unaware working of this softly beautiful man.

You gently push yourself forward at the beckoning sigh of his deep exhale, the sound carrying across the room as his head lifts from his palm to allow his fingers to comb through his dark hair. The way the strands are already in disarray clues you into how many times he’s probably repeated the gesture tonight. He remains oblivious to your presence even as you encroach behind him, the socks around your feet aiding you in a secret advance as your arms lift to slowly coil their way around his neck, the warmth of his skin causing tingles to instantly emanate in the tips of your fingers.

You feel him jolt slightly against your touch, the unannounced embrace obviously catching him off guard before his head swivels to the side to take in your face falling over his shoulder. “Y/N, what are you doing up?” he questions, the surprise in his eyes softening when he realizes who has come to visit him. He abandons his attentions from the computer for a moment, pushing his chair away from the desk slightly to get a better look at you.

“I was wondering the same thing,” you retort, smiling teasingly at him as he removes your arms from his neck, spinning around to face you as his own fingers lace with yours, his thumbs exploring the skin over the back of your hands. He grins fondly back at you, but the subtle shadowing under his eyes and the way his smile lacks its usual luster indicates just how tired he really is, still refusing to give in to the demands of sleep for the sake of creative genius. “Do you know what time it is?”

He scrunches the smooth line of his brow as he considers your question. “The last time I checked, it was almost one, I think,” he shrugs, stifling a yawn as his words die off. You can’t help the ironic puff of laughter that expels from your lips, concerned eyes grazing over the weary paint of Hoseok’s face.

“It’s past four, Hobi,” you inform him softly, following the pull of his hands as you step between his splayed legs. His eyes widen again as he shoots his gaze around to the computer screen, irises blanching as they take in the early hour of the morning.

“Oh,” he sighs, freeing one of his hands to rake back through his hair as he turns to face you again looking even more harrowed than before. “I guess I lost track of time.”

“Come to bed, Hobi,” you gently request, raising your free hand to run your own spread fingers through the field of his black tendrils, the feeling of your nails along his scalp eliciting a content hum from the back of his throat. “You’ve been working so much.”

With one adept motion of his hand, you’re pulled over his legs, body falling against his chest as he tugs you into his lap, leaning back with you now cradled in his arms, your own limbs immediately wrapping around his neck in response. He gazes down at you, his entire body feeling palpably grateful even for these few moments of distraction from work, the muscles so tense underneath you already beginning to fall lax with relief. His tired irises map over your face for a moment, brows scrunched slightly with a sympathetic expression.

“I’m sorry, baby, I know I’ve been distracted lately. I promise as soon as I finish this track, I’ll come upstairs, okay?” He leans in to press his soft lips against your forehead, and you lean back into the gesture, the expressions of physical affection having been few and far between over the past couple of days. As he pulls away, the chill of his absence makes you realize just how much you’ve been craving his touch, wholly missing the warmth of his body against yours as you sleep, the feeling of his skin when he holds your hand, and the sensation that you get whenever he kisses you just right.

You suddenly feel him shift underneath you, preparing to remove you from his lap. Your arms squeeze around his neck in response, reluctance and need prompting you closer to him as his motions halt. “Hoseok, please come to bed with me,” you try again, leaning forward as his eyes search your face, the slight whine in your voice making his heart pump as he takes in the unjust pout of your lips.

“I can’t fall asleep without you,” you continue, watching as his gaze flits towards your mouth. It’s an almost imperceptible glance, but it spurs something inside of you, suddenly prompting you to slowly swing one leg around so you’re straddling Hoseok’s lap, your own heart thumping as his Adam’s Apple bobs in reaction. “I miss you.”

You watch his face contort subtly, a soft hiss slipping between his pursed lips as you gently grind your hips into his, the grip of his fingers around your waist suddenly tightening. “Don’t you miss me?” You do your best to look at him with glossy eyes, pulling your lips down ever-so-slightly as you rock your hips again.

Hoseok squeezes his palms against your hips, stilling your movement for a moment as he finally looks up at you, his irises significantly darker with playful questioning. “I miss you, Jagi,” he whispers steadily, the way his sinful lips form around the words sending a slightly heavier message than the words themselves.

You continue your pout despite the way his hands have stalled your hips, trying to maintain the challenge in your eye contact as he keeps his gaze fixed on your face, eyes narrowing with a knowing glint. Leaning forward until your lips are skimming the warm skin of his ear, his own breathing fanning hotly across your neck, you whisper, “I miss your touch.” Hoseok shudders beneath you, his palms squeezing once more as you smile, reveling in the feeling of his body against yours. “Is your computer more fun to play with than me?”

“Be careful what you say,” Hoseok hisses into your hair, his teeth clenched. “You know I don’t like it when you tease me.”

Your body jolts as his hands suddenly press themselves under the line of your sweater, the pads of his fingers digging heavenly circles into your bare flesh. You can feel Hoseok chuckle against you as you flinch under his touch, the sound rumbling from his throat vibrating through your entire body. Already, you can feel him tugging back the control that he so often craves, so you press for the final moments of sway that you still have.

“I’m not teasing,” you murmur lowly, feigning innocence as your fingers trail along the broad line of his shoulders, shivering as he shifts underneath you allowing you to feel the brush of his growing arousal against your inner thigh. “Oppa.” He gasps with a sharp inhale, the endearing term you don’t use often enough eliciting a deep curl in his stomach.

“I’m warning you,” he groans, enforcing his words with a slow upward grind of his hips against you, the fullness of his erection pressing assertively into your leg. This, however, only intensifies the heated tumbling of your core, anticipation and want building further in the pit of your stomach as your fingers fist around the material covering his chest.

“I want it,” you finally breathe into the crook of his neck, mouth falling open with a gasp as his lips respond immediately, latching onto the exposed skin along the juncture of your shoulder, sucking harshly. The blooming sting under his lips is quickly soothed with a cool stripe of his tongue only to reappear in another location nearby, the push and pull of pleasure and pain falling relentlessly across the span of your neck, collarbone, and jawline, his lips finally seeking out a home against your own. He demands your kiss, already swollen pout fitting against yours with unyielding fervency as one of his hands raises to aid in his efforts, cradling your jaw to tilt your head at the angles of his various desire. You relent to his control, throwing your trust into his hands as he lulls you against his administrations, affection and need molding into the most delicious combination.

He groans into your mouth as your fingers fit themselves into the tangle of his hair, nails scratching along his scalp as you draw him impossibly closer to you, your chest now pressed flush to his. The building confinement of his days in the studio are obvious in his desperate attempts to create some friction between the two of you, his hips bucking methodically against you as he searches for relief. His lips detach from yours for only a moment to make a breathy request: “Touch me, Y/N. I want to feel your hands.”

You comply gladly, removing one of your hands from his hair to trail slowly down the plane of his heaving chest, his breaths only quickening as you build the anticipation of your touch. His entire body bends beneath you as your fingers fold around the outline of his erection, your palm pressing generous pressure against him as his head throws along the back of the chair, eyes clamped shut with pleasure.

“Shit, baby,” he curses, forcing his head back to meet yours, his lips slightly slower now as he issues his fondness against you, soft and heady groans vibrating against your mouth as your hand continues to palm him through his sweatpants, the thin material offering pleasant access to the shape of him. Without warning, his hands are suddenly back to your hips, gripping harshly as you’re tugged back from him to your feet, stumbling slightly before his arms are around you again, his lips seeking yours with neediness as he pushes your entwined bodies forward until your backside meets the corner of his desk. He adeptly slips his wide palms under your thighs, lifting your body on top of the cold surface as he presses himself in between your legs.

You shiver with blithe rapture as he blindly searches for your hand, his fingers latching tightly around your wrist as he tugs your palm back to his throbbing arousal, pressing you against him with silent instruction. The moans continue to fall from his perfect lips as you resume stroking his length. It doesn’t take long for your fingers to fall frustrated with the confining fabric of his sweats, prodding you to take matters into your own hands as you bravely slip over the waistband of his trousers, fingers running nimbly along the smooth skin of his stomach until they come into contact with the fleshy sensation of his hot erection.

Hoseok hisses delectably when he feels your skin against his, his teeth biting harshly over your bottom lip as he groans in pleasure, his hips bucking forward involuntarily as you begin to pump him. Your thumb brushes over the wet head of his angry arousal, the resulting throb and twitch in your palm sending a wave of heat right to your core that makes you realize just how badly it’s aching.

As if feeling your growing need, Hoseok suddenly pulls away from you, breathless as his eyes rake down the too-clothed form of your body. His expansive palms squeeze over the tops of your splayed, bare thighs, fingertips digging into your flesh as they trail upwards towards the waistband of your own shorts. His digits waste no time in hooking around the band of your pants, tugging so swiftly that you find no need to lift your bottom in aid, the fabric falling loosely the floor as your newly exposed core tingles against the air of the room, the fleshy pink of your intimacy already glossy with arousal.

“Fuck,” Hoseok grunts as he takes in the sweet sight of you bare and innocent before him, the need for his own release momentarily forgotten as his hooded eyes darken further with the desire to pleasure you. You feel a hot blush rush to your cheeks as you watch Hoseok’s eyes drink you in, feeling deliciously exposed under his approving gaze. The way he looks at you makes you feel like some kind of desired goddess even amidst the flaws of your bed-head and the littered stretch marks marring the skin of your upper thighs. Your insecurities melt away under Hoseok’s staring, though, the hot flickering of his eyes as he steps back towards you leaving you aching with anticipation.

His hands slide slowly back into place atop the bare skin of your dangling legs, his tongue darting out to wet his parted lips as you watch him deliberately and lethargically lower himself to his knees, his gaze hypnotized by the vision of your spread legs. Your stomach clenches almost painfully with desire as Hoseok’s hands trail along your inner thigh, a single thumb venturing to skim the soaked flesh of your core. Your legs tense as your body jumps, the teasing prod of his finger leaving you frustrated and aching even more than before, feeling as if you might explode under all the build up.

You can feel your hands tremble against the surface of the table as Hoseok, with dark and desperate eyes, begins to lean forward, the journey towards your heat feeling like a lifetime. Your eyes screw closed as he nears, the sensation of his hot breath fanning over your slick causing your hips to buck upwards in response. Hoseok chuckles below you, the sound of his amusement tossing you in another wave of antsy frustration. You’re about to open your mouth in protest of the hypocrisy of his teasing when the full brunt of Hoseok’s warm tongue suddenly laps at you, the sensation so overwhelmingly dizzying that you find yourself falling back on the table with a sharp gasp.

He is quick to continue his methodical strokes now that he’s had a taste, the fervency of his mouth along the flesh of your arousal almost too much. You keen with high pitched moans, your hands reaching up to palm your breasts through your sweater in attempt to aid in your release.

“That’s it, baby. Let me hear you,” Hoseok eggs on below, the vibration of his words against your clit sending a whole new wave of pleasure into the pit of your stomach. He dips his tongue into your entrance, the walls of your core clenching in response around him as if to draw him further inside, another sharp groan escaping from deep within your chest, the pleasure of his affection causing fuzzy black to dot behind your clenched lids.

He slides himself in and out of you at an agonizing pace a few more times, obscenely wet sounds filling the small space of his studio as his tongue maneuvers the abundance of arousal spilling from you and onto him. As he sponges his tongue along the walls of your intimacy, his thumb trails to aid him, the pad of his finger rubbing swift circles into your swollen clit, causing your hips to writhe under the rapturous stimulation of his touch.

“--Hoseok...” you groan, lowering a shaking hand to fist in the strands of his hair, the only thing left of him to peek out from below you as you tug, desperate to release some of your building tension. The pulsating pleasure pounding through your stomach continues to intensify as Hoseok licks a flat stripe from your entrance back to your clit, his fingers switching places as his mouth takes over, stimulating the throb of your clit with unrelenting swirls of his tongue and occasional puckers of his lips as his long middle finger presses its way inside of you, the intrusion being hugged by the clenching of your pelvic muscles as he lavishes your g-spot with attention.

The combination of his mouth and fingers is beginning to mount, the pleasure coursing through your writhing body coming to a head as he hums against you, hot vibrations forcing your hips to buck up to meet his issuances. “Come on, Y/N,” he prompts, quickening the thrust of his finger. “I want to see you fall apart.”

The heady instruction of his words sends you over the edge, body contorting with an intense bliss as pleasure jolts through your limbs in waves, the tension in your muscles causing your body to wriggle uncontrollably as Hoseok’s tongue continues to lick, throwing you over your high. Your fingers twist roughly in Hoseok’s hair, tugging wantonly as you whimper his name, confessions of your love tumbling incoherently through the haze of your orgasm.

You’re thankful when Hoseok retreats his mouth from you as you come down from your high, your legs twitching with left over stimulation even without his added pressure. You’re barely left a moment to breath, however, as Hobi grips the hand splayed over your stomach, tugging your body upright once more and right against his awaiting lips, gentle but needy kisses being pressed over your mouth.

“I need you, Jagi,” Hoseok breathes in between kisses, his hands roaming along the curve of your waist as you submit sedately to his affection, becoming aware once more of his aggressive erection still begging for attention against your leg as his hips press into you.

“Hobi?” you hear yourself softly hum through his lips against yours. He hums back in response, tilting his head away from you at the sound of your quiet voice. He appears worried for a moment, curious as to why you’ve stopped, eyes darting all around your face and body searching for any indication of a mistake on his part, but when he finds none, he just glances back to your shy gaze, a soft huff of laughter passing your lips as you clasp his hand in yours.

“Could we go upstairs first?” you request tenderly, scrunching your nose timidly as you look up at him through your lashes. “This table isn’t as comfortable as it looks.”

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softuris · 6 years

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wanderlust || part 3

stanley uris x reader * ✩‧₊˚

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Waking up was never pleasent. Especially when it was to unsoliciated noises like a knock on the door. Or in this case... A certain Trashmouth.

“Could you have tossed any fucking more in your sleep Billiam?!” Richie shouted, making you open your eyes groggily, possibly ready to swing some fists.

“Like you are a-any better! You’re wa-ay too clingy when you’re a-a-asleep!” Bill shouted back. You sat up from your spot in bed besides a still sleeping Beverly. You’re laugh knowingly; She’s probably used to this by now.

“I-I kind of like it,” a flushed Eddie interjects. Bill and Richie silently turned their heads to look at the small boy still curled on their bed the trio shared last night.

The silence is broken by the bathroom door swinging open. Stanley Uris entered the bedroom already dressed for the road ahead. A toothbrush in his hand and brushing away at his teeth. Though he was feet away, you could smell his freshly sprayed cologne. Or was that just the lingering smell of it on his sweatshirt that you still had on? Oh gods, were you still wearing this?

You clench the fabric of his sweatshirt in your hands embaressed, with your head hung low. From the corner of your eye, you could see Stan was looking at you. “Did you want your sweatshirt back? I-I didn’t think i’d actually-“

Stan stopped you mid sentence by putting a single finger up, a disappearing back into the bathroom. The sound of running water followed. He waltz back around the corner, tucking his shirt into his jeans, in the process. You watched him and time seemed to slow down. To you, Stan made everything look hot.

You bit your lip, and Stan looked back up. “D-did you want my, I mean YOUR, uh sweatshirt back?”

Stan shifted his weight on his feet, staring at his shoes before looking back up to meet your anxious gaze. The rest of the Losers were having a quite loud conversation, only feet away. However the only words that seemed to register completely in your brain were Stan’s when he said, “We never finished talking last night.”

You swallowed hard. “So you don’t want this back?” you asked tugging on the collar of the sweatshirt, confused.

Stan chuckled and sat down beside on the bed. Though you were still comfortabley seated under the covers, you could feel his leg against yours above the covers. At the thought of your legs touching heat rushed through your body.

“What I want, is for us to finish talking. Plus you make this old thing look like Gucci!” Stan says smiling with his teeth, his ears rising a bit as his lips curled. Well shit, now you weren’t sure you were breathing.

You shrugged. You wished you could’ve keep your eyes on Stan’s, but his gaze made you feel like putty. Fiddling with the hem of the sweatshirt you nodded finally. “I guess we should finish our little talk,” you finally smiled back.

Suddenly, someone was shouting. “Was that REALLY necessary!” Richie shouted at a giggling Eddie, who then quickly changed his expression to a pouty face. Batting his eyes, you noticed Richie become like putty, just as you did under Stan’s gaze. “It’s fine. I uhh- I didn’t mean to raise my voice.” Richie had been standing on top of the mattress, and jumped down to the ground level to grab Eddie’s arm comfortingly.

Mike cleared his throat and slapped his hands together. “Alright! I’m hungry! Who’s down for some complimentary breakfast?” He grinned, rubbing his hands together.

You were able to change out of your pajamas, but Stan’s sweatshirt remained. Was it because he said you made it look like Gucci?

Possibly.

Regardless you trotted down the halls of the hotel beside your friends; Everyone was incredibley anxious to eat and get back on the road. You had heard Bill mention something to Beverly about Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. Was that your next stop? Upon arriving at the hotel’s small banquet hall, Bill rushed to the tables of bagels and sausage rolls, closely followed by an eager Richie and Mike.

You watched as Stan gathered fruits and eggs onto his plate, barely watching where you were placing food on your own plate. You sat at a table for four, and to your suprise, the drozy golden boy joined you. “Did you want a coffee or something? You look pretty zonked,” you said trying to casually fish for food around your plate.

Stan chuckled and shut his eyes. “I don’t do well in hotels,” he admitted, opening his eyes and they seemed brighter. You nodded your head.

“I get that,” you spoke softly, taking a sip if juice from your styrofoam cup, “Hotels are the worst.”

Stan chased his ‘meal’ around his plate with his fork silently. You had no clue what he meant when he had said he wanted to finish the conversation, earlier. Last thing you remember is almost kissing Stan, and having your best friends walk in on it. Thinking about the moment gave you butterflies.

You shifted awkwardly in your seat. What were you supposed to say?

Fortunately, he spoke first.

“Are you thinking about last night, too?”

I am done for, you thought. I’ve died.

Play it cool. Play it cool.

“Last night?” you asked, and Stan blinked.

Now Stan was the one shifted awkwardly in his chair, and you couldn’t help but hope he was feeling the butterflies too. “Nevermind I guess.” Stan had finished his food at this point, and sat looking around with his hands folded neatly in front of him on the table. You tried to finish your food, but it felt like your heart was climbing it’s way up your throat; It was hard to keep food down.

Your skin burned with Stan’s eyes glued on you every once and awhile. Though his glances were occasional, it still left you praying you there wasn’t sweat forming on your forehead.

“Stanley come here!” Mike shouted from another table. Stan unfolded his hands and spun to look at the group.

“Y-yes?”

“How do I turn off my phone’s air drop? Richie won’t stop sending me memes,” he sighed, a defeated look on his face.

Typical Richie.

“Alright, I’ll be right there I guess,” Stanley sighed in return. Turning back to you, he reached out to hold on to the tips of your fingers you had let drag back and forth against the lamenant table. His sudden touch brought heat to your cheeks. “Sit next to me in the van, alright?” he nodded, and you returned his soft words with a nod and smile.

The van ride was comfortable. The Losers sat in the seats they arrived in; Ben, Bev, and Richie in the back, Eddie to your left, Stan to your right, Mike in the passenger’s seat, and Bill was the driver.

You were still wearing Stan’s hoodie. The comments you had recieved were from Stan himself, but they were always compliments. The smell of his cologne still lingered on the fabric near your neck, causing you to involuntarily catch a wiff now-and-then. Course you didn’t have problem with it, though.

You found yourself leaning in to Stan on most parts during your journey. His warmth felt the closest to home, being hundreds of miles away already. To your surprise, he didn’t seem to mind. I mean, he didn’t mind yesterday so why would it matter now to him? You were overthinking it, and you knew it.

However, you couldn’t help but notice Stan also leaning into you. His arm laid back atop the seat behind you made him look casual, and especially attractive in your eyes. It was hard go keep your eyes off of him, or the strong arm behind you that almost reached to Eddie. You were wide awake.

Everyone was singing to something on the radio, you didn’t recognize until Mike turned it up. Forever Young, by Alphaville. A favorite of the Loser’s Club. You looked over to Stan, a big smile spread across his features. You took in moment, as Beverly, Ben, Richie, and Eddie all collectively shouted the lyrics as dramatically as they could. Nothing felt more right then being in this van, with these people, next to your cute bestfriend.

Forever young

I want to be forever young

You looked to your friends around you as they continued to sing. Their eyes shut tight as they spewed the lyrics as theatrically as possible to one another.

I do, you thought. I want,,, this to last forever.

With a warm heart, leaving you as loving as ever, you leaned all the way into Stanley’s side, leaning a head on his shoulder. Without a single word, Stan leaned his head down against yours.

Do you really want to live forever,

Forever, and ever

You couldn’t help but pop a smile as you caught yourself singing along! Bill was now singing along with Mike. The only one not singing was. Well. It was Stan. You knew he was smiling, with his cheeks rosey and eyes half-lidded. You looked up at him hoping to catch his eyes only for a second, possibly to will him into singing along.

He looked down at you, his soft smile deepening. Your heart had started beating a mile a minute. You continued to sing sweetly, hoping he’d get the message, praying he’d get the message. You wanted nothing more than for Stan to revel in the moment with the rest of you. Even if it was just a bit of humming, you’d be satisfied.

He didn’t avert his eyes upon seeing you had yours on him, infact, he gazed back at you. His adoring expression had you so relaxed. So at home. When Stan began singing, you felt his arm hook around your shoulders, to pull you closer to him. Though he looked away from you to look at your surrounding friends, the rattle of his singing rung throughout his body, and the vibrations gave you comfort.

Stan was singing. You’ve never felt so alive.

Forever Young.

I want to be forever young.

The group had made it to Harrisburg Pennsylvania. You prayed Bill would be in a better mood than he was last night. However you understood the grumpiness after driving for 12 hours. “Come help with b-bags please,” Bill ordered to everyone.

Of course everyone listened to Bill. He was the reason we were able to go on this journey. Everyone had their liscenses, cars, all of that, but Bill was the only one with access to a large vehicle. The maroon Ford Windstar. The group carried bags and coolers into their hotel room, single file, staying eerily quiet.

“So,” Beverly began, setting her bag on one of the queen beds, possibly claiming it, “My aunt gave me a little departing present.”

Mike plopped the cooler down by the mini fridge and began unpacking soda cans. Richie lugged his and Eddie’s bag in while Eddie helped Bill with his two bags. Ben patiently took a seat at an arm chair and placed his bag down.

You stood awkwardly, looking to Stan at what to do, or more importantly where to sleep. You didn’t think I’d be fair to sleep in a queen two nights in a row. You decided to wait for others to make their claim. Stan toed off his sneakers and sat slowly on the side of the bed opposite to Beverly. Everyone was seated somewhere. You decided to take a seat in one of the arm chairs beside Ben, who gave you a warm smile.

Eddie sat beside Mike, handing him cans to put in the fridge. Richie toed off his own shoes before sitting criss cross atop the bed beside Beverly. Bill sat on the floor between the two beds, his eyes glued shut from exhaustion.

“What was the gift?” A absentminded Eddie asked, handing Mike a Sprite to put into the fridge.

Richie straightened his back, excited to hear the answer. Beverly’s Aunt had been the provider of drinks for many of the Loser’s Club’s parties but no one expected her to give Bev some on this roadtrip.

“I got Malibu, Peach Bellini Smirnoff, OH and even Richie’s Fireball,” she snickers, pulling bottles from a plastic bag in her backpack.

“Sweet!” Bill pipes up, rubbing his hands together.

Mike whistles happily. “Good thing we bought solo cups at one of our stops today! What was it... Was it a Quik Trip?” He closed the min fridge, most likely done, and took a seat on the ground beside Bill.

“Well shit! Does it fucking matter!” Richie exclaims, a wide grin across his face.

“Course it doesn’t. Pass me the Smirnoff, Bev,” Eddie chimes, grabbing the package of Solo cups before taking at seat on the bed beside Richie and Beverly. Ben gets up from his seat in the arm chair, and makes a spot between Mike and Bill.

“Toss me a c-cup, would ya Eds?” Bill stuttered, reaching an arm out. Eddie tosses Bill a cup before Richie tugs the whole bag of cups away.

“Make sure everyone gets one, would ya Rich?” Beverly groans. Richie passive aggresively tosses a plastic cup at her, knocking her in the forehead. “Hey!”

You find the will in you to take a seat on the bed beside Stan. You curl your legs under you, and squeel excited by Aunt Marsh’s gift. Stan nudges you with his elbow and gives you a warm smile. Richie chucks another cup from across the room to knock Stanley in the face. Surprisingly unphased, he turns to look at the shit-grinning Trashmouth. “Thanks idiot,” he quipps, the room erupting in giggles.

You lean into him as you laugh, and he wraps an arm around your waist. Looking him in the eye, he looks back at you before pull you closer to his side. “Here,” he speaks low. Handing you a red cup, he rubs the side of his head where the cup impacted him seconds before.

Richie chuckled loudly from across the room before throwing another cup violently in Stan’s direction. “Here! Need another?” The cup spins backwards and slows from catching air. It lands pitifully in Stan’s lap. Ben wheezes of laughter.

“Yeah, actually,” Stan coughs, containing a chuckle. Mike begins pouring his drink, and turns to you, behind him, offering you some. Pouring the drink, you remind yourself to check it isn’t Richie’s Fireball. Why he liked that stuff, you never knew.

“Want this?” you asked Stan, before realizing he already was pouring the other drink in his glass. “Nevermind,” you chuckled.

The night consisted of Bill throwing a deck of cards at Ben, a debate between Eddie and Richie on why bare feet are gross, and ended with Richie tugging the strings on his ukulele, as everyone leaned on each other sleepily. “You getting tired here, kid?” Stan asked, tugging on his sweater you were wearing. “It looks like everyone else is passed out.” You hadn’t noticed you were curled against him, your back now resting against the head board of the bed. His half-lidded eyes looked down at you, his pupils dilated. Looking around at your friends, you realized they had all slunk and curled against each other to sleep; Bill, Ben and Mike still on the floor, and Eddie, Bev, and Richie in the bed opposite of you and Stan.

“I can turn the lights off, if you don’t mind,” you whisper back to him. He smiles at the concern in your voice, not wanting to make them.

“Of course,” he whispers back.

You lean across a pillow and reach to twist the nob of the lamp, the only thing illuminating the hotel room. The warm feeling in your chest leaves you feeling fuzzy. Was it the alcohol or Stan’s hand on your side? You didn’t know and you didn’t care.

“Well I should get to bed,” you whispered to him through the dark, scooting the edge of the bed, before a hand grabs your’s.

“Stan.”

“Stay next to me,” he spoke softly, as if his voice got any louder you’d vanish in his grasp. His gril tightened on your hand.

“Please.” The sound of want in his voice made your chest burn deeper.

“O-of course,” you hesitated before scooting back to his side. Maybe it was cause he was possibly drunk, but regardless,,, you couldn’t bring yourself to take those few extra steps to the arm chair. You curled up beside him, hugging your knees, and leaned into his touch with your back once again against the headboard. He wrapped his arm back around you and sighed softly, blowing the hair by your ear gently. Revelling in the feeling, you smiled against his chest.

Forever young, you thought.

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