#fingerwarmers

[yourexfwb]

you’ve heard of cockwarming but, how about fingerwarming… resting your fingers on her bare pussy, every so often slipping a finger or two in her hole just enough to leave her needy and desperate and craving more from you

[stargirlfics]

Is "fingerwarming" a thing? Like cockwarming only with fingers instead? Just imagine doing that with Alfred... and every so often he wiggles them against your g-spot to make you squirm... especially if you're in a semi-public place/somewhere you could get caught?

If it’s not, we’re certainly making it a thing with Alfred 🥵

That sounds so hot to just be in his arms, stuffed full of his fingers or sitting on them trying to control yourself! The way he would warm you up too, slip his fingers inside one by one, till you’re full and aching and he’s hushing your whines with sweet and encouraging kisses that would seem innocent otherwise

He would love seeing you trying to wiggle or squirm every now and then, knows you can’t resist the way he moves his fingers so expertly, you’d be begging him for more already if you weren’t trying to be good and hold out and behave yourself

Ooh and if you’re somewhere where you have to be discreet and keep it down, the added thrill of potentially being caught if you can’t…oh my god!!!

Salivating over this bestie and all the while, Alfred is enjoying how you’re starting to make such a slick mess on his fingers, the way you clench around him, how warm and soft and fucking drenched you are, it drives him crazy and the intensity of the moment between you guys just makes it all even hotter

Need this so bad!

[kaiisers]

GENSHIN IMPACT ꒰ sumeru ꒱

none of the works in this rec list belongs to me. all due credits go to the respective authors. contains mature content, aimed for +18 audiences. reader discretion is advised. most of these works are f! or afab! reader. ALSO! minors + blank + ageless blogs will be blocked. 

⿻ last updated: may 28, '23

DISCLAIMER: this list includes wanderer – call him what you want, but in my mind this is where he belongs, no questions asked. okay? okay. happy reading!

٤ · VARIOUS

dating headcanons, sumeru guys. ──── al haitham, cyno, tighnari

cw. suggestive

don’t look at me with those eyes… ──── scaramouche, cyno, alhaitham

cw. fem!reader, their wild fantasies about you, established relationship, voyeurism, dubcon, degradation, aphrodisiac use, name calling, somniphillia, size kink ??

how much do you love me? ──── scaramouche, cyno, tighnari, alhaitham, kaveh

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ in which you question the extent of their love out of the blue.

cw, gn! reader, fluff, crack, uh, idk just sumeru men sexy. first time writing kaveh too!

matchmaker to the rescue! ──── tighnari, cyno, alhaitham

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ nahida helps you and your crush, one of sumeru’s luckiest men, get together

cw. uses gender neutral pronouns, is a sumeru citizen, reader is slightly insecure, in some parts reader works as at the akadeymia (alhaitham and cyno), and reader is not traveler. romance, matchmaking, mutual pining. self-doubt/insecure thoughts implied for reader but not described

next time, just join us. ──── cyno, tighnari

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ the last person tighnari expected to find at your place was cyno of all people, much less did he expect to find the two of you in the position that he did.

cw. fem!reader, noncon voyeurism, male masturbation, cyno fucking you

realistic courting. ──── cyno, tighnari

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ how they court you/act around you based off of the research i did on their animal counterparts

cw. mostly fluff, g/n reader

realizing they like you. ────tighnari, cyno, al haitham, kaveh

roommates. ──── al haitham, kaveh

cw. smut, roommates, domestic fluff, wall sex, bath sex, rough sex, fingering, cockwarming, fingerwarming, grinding, exhibitionism, coming in pants, handjob

threesome with cyno & tighnari.

afab reader, threesome, double penetration, creampie, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, belly bulge, squirting

untitled. ──── al haitham, kaveh

not sfw, mdni, reader and kaveh are in a relationship, kaveh is kind of getting cucked. afab reader, no pronouns. 

٤ · ALHAITHAM

♡ after hours. ──── 4.8k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ Alhaitham has multiple, very good reasons for not liking to stay after office hours. You're one of them.

cw. Female reader x Husband!Alhaitham, Spoilers for the archon quests, Fluff, Domesticity, Slight angst, Pregnancy, Morning sickness (pretty heavy on the morning sickness but nothing graphic, just mentions of puking + inability to keep food down), Pregnancy woes, Established relationship, kind of hidden pregnancy, Alhaitham is 27 in my head and so is the reader

akademiya gossip.

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ alhaitham’s attire elicits a response you’re not all too happy with through the akademiya

cw. gn! reader, jealous! reader, mentions of girls taking an interest in alhaitham but reader is unspecified, you sit on his lap, sfw + fluff

book thief. ──── 5.7k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ A young Alhaitham becomes a rather unwilling owner to a book.

cw. Alhaitham x afab!Reader, Fluff, (very slight) angst, Character exploration tbh, sort of love at first sight, slow fic (slow burn too), childhood friends! (sort of!), reader and alhaitham are 8 here! timeskip at the end to when they're freshly in uni

boys who wait. ──── 0.8k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ giving you the gift of life is exactly what he needs to get out of working so much.

cw. fem!reader, explicit sm.ut, breeding, unprotected sex, implied established relationships. kinda soft (don’t perceive me), mating press, full body orgasm, use of “pretty girl” and “mommy”, implied multiple rounds.

don’t leave.

five more minutes. ──── 1.3k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ Mornings are a pain, aren't they? So let Alhaitham hold you for just five more minutes, won't you?

cw. Fluff, Slight Crack, Established relationship (reader x husband!alhaitham), very slight spoilers for the archon quest + his story quest

green slumber.

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ — "Ah, look! Is Alhaitham taking a nap?" "Shh...You're too loud, Paimon." "Th-That's not true…Paimon was definitely whispering-wait, who is that beside him?”

how to woo the acting grand sage 101. ──── 7.8k

it's the small things that matter most. ──── 4.4k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ just some day-to-day snippets depicting how it’s like to be in a relationship with alhaitham.

cw. gn!reader, fluff, (attempts at) humour, slight crack, established relationship, idiots in love

inexperienced. ──── 1.3k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ the acting grand sage is inexperienced, or so you learn

cw. nsfw and 18+ content, fem! reader, virgin + inexperienced alhaitham, dry humping, hand jobs, mentions of male masturbation

jealous. ──── 1k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ after spending too much time with your best friend Kaveh, Alhaitham gets jealous.

cw. fem!reader. mean rough jealous sex, dumbification, creampies, low-key possessive Alhaitham, mentions of breasts and nipples, degradation: slut, whore. petnames: baby, good girl.

just know, I mean it. ──── 1.1k + ft.kaveh!

cw. fem!reader. genshin 3.2 archon quest spoilers, cheating (by reader), unprotected sex, dumbification, exhibition, semi-public sex, vouyerism, pet name (pretty girl), multiple orgasms, creampie.

kama sutra: principles of love. ──── 2.7k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ it’s silly, al haitham thinks, how madly in love with you he is, how that love defies all sense of logic in his mind.

cw. sub!f!reader, established relationship / clit kissies + dry humping / foreplay heavy! / praise + petnames / cervix fucking / creampie / al haitham is only a teeny bit teasing + vewy sweet

logic.

make a wish, master.

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ An encounter with his star pupil on his birthday is exactly what Alhaitham needs to finally act on his desires.

cw. fem reader, smut

maybe we’re a forest fire. ──── 1k+

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ he comforts you when you overthink on certain aspects of your relationship.

cw. gn!reader, hurt/comfort fic, reader has a pyro vision, slightly suggestive at the end if you squint

only fools fall for you. ──── 8.1k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ some feelings came to haunt you after ten years since the last time you saw him.

cw. alhaitham x fem!reader. rivals / enemies to lover ish, slow burn, reader and alhaitham are in their middle twenties, reader has a pyro vision and is also a dancer and actress, reader is also the daughter of a genshin character, angst and a bit of fluff (happy ending of course but they're idiots in love).

react.

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ Alhaitham knows what you do to him, and he welcomes it

cw. pwop, afab reader, readers hair is described (called mussed), little bit of size kink (he is called imposing and reader is described as shorter than him), nicknames “pretty little thing”, “sweetheart”, he also calls you filthy but not as a nickname, kitchen sex, he gives you so many kisses, hints at round two ehe

red luv.

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ al haitham is excellent at taking your period cramps away

cw. al haitham x sub!f!reader. nsfw — mdni . . . established relationship / period sex / praise / pet names / dacryphilia / overstim / daddy kink

reputation. ──── 6.4k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ “… he certainly looks like someone endowed with a bone of being a savior. Luckily for him, you are in need of a hero.”

cw. afab reader / mild dubcon / reader is smaller than haitham / he carries you / yandere / he calls you “pretty” / murder / toxic and obsessive behavior / coercion / explicit smüt / unprotected / cünnilingüs / prone-boning / f1ngering / overstimulation / cr3ampie / body wordship / praises / headlocking / mouth pulling / d0ggy style / drool & tears / pee / light choking / implied stalking / manipulation / violence (not against the reader) / al-haitham huge c0ck agenda <3 / al-haitham almost breaking your back

sorry to interrupt. ──── 2k + ft. past! kaveh x reader

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ hey siri, how do you apologize to your ex boyfriend for fucking his roommate?

cw. one night stand! alhaitham, ex boyfriend! kaveh, cunnilingus, fingering, handjobs, unprotected sex, slight size kink, creampie, kaveh walking in on y’all rip

things with haitham.

the games we play.

cw. modern au. gamer!alhaitham, fem!reader, mild enemies to lovers, fluff

the art of war. ──── 3.2k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ seeing that you came in second for your class ranks yet again after getting the second-highest score on your last exam within the Haravatat Darshan, you decided to ask your enemy for help. after all, you'll do anything to win this war against him.

cw. afab!reader with no set pronouns, hate sex, heavy degradation, humiliation kink, rivals to lovers?, masturbation, blowjob,  fingering, dacryphilia, doggy-style, slight anal, facial, cock-warming, semi-public sex, library sex, all characters are 21+

the games we play.

cw. modern au. gamer!alhaitham, fem!reader, mild enemies to lovers, fluff

squirting.

cw. not sfw, minors dni. squirting, alhaitham bullies reader a bit. reader is afab with no pronouns used.

♡ what leads me back to you. ──── ~5.3k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ Or, the five times you look for Al-Haitham, and the one time he looks for you

cw. fluff, some angst, hurt/comfort, happy ending

٤ · CYNO

bad habit.

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ your boyfriend agrees to letting you cockwarm while you work on your research papers, unbeknownst to you —- you’re driving him insane. 

cw. fem!reader, cockwarming, vaginal penetration, cervix fucking, breeding, biting, size kink.

dangerous games. ──── 3.3k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ your boyfriend finally comes home after being gone weeks for mahamatra duties and finds himself in a rather difficult position when you make it your goal to cause him to lose control while finishing up his mission report.

cw. fem!reader, oral (f->m, m->f), brief manhandling, reader teasing cyno, pussy drunk!cyno.

dreams and flowers.

oasis. ──── ~2k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ even the general mahamatra must rest at times, and where a better place than your lap?

cw. cyno overworking himself to exhaustion in the desert and you taking care of him.

possessive.

cw. pre-relationship; written before release:); fluff? slightly suggestive

this is what my mouth is for. ──── 1.17k

cw. cyno x f!reader smut. reader is fembodied, no pronouns are used for reader. starts with a blowjob and then moves into 69. Petname: cyno calls you babe.

٤ · KAVEH

doting boyfie.

cw. f!reader. nsfw, established relationship / breeding / pet names / soft n' tender kaveh yippee!

♡ i don’t want you to think, I don’t want you to worry. ──── 3.3k+

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ Lately you’ve been very busy preparing for the examination to take the Akademiya professor position, and it leaves you incredibly stressed. All you need is a concerned boyfriend with a perfect way to distress.

cw. fem!reader, smut, oral, a lot of praise, a bit of dumbification I suppose, established relationship

kaveh’s pretty thing. 

cw. fem reader, reader is in lingerie (and it’s stays on hehe), soft sex, minor manhandling, lots of praise, creampie

romance connoisseur (or not). ──── 3.1k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ you knew your best friend’s roommate was only using you to get back at him and you were tired of it but he was charming and addicting and you just couldn’t quite control yourself. this would be the last time, you promised yourself, but were you really so certain that he was just using you?

cw. fem!reader, unprotected sex, finger sucking, fucking in alhaitham’s bed, praise, petname (angel), very slight undertones of angst (slight as in barely there), miscommunication, reader thinks that kaveh is using her to get back at alhaitham

٤ · TIGHNARI

aphrodisiac.

cw. rough-dom!tighnari and sub!fem anatomy/pronouns reader. aphrodisiac usage (reader didn't know it was an aphrodisiac she gave tighnari), overstimulation, a lot of cum (unsafe sex 👎), biting, mating press, friends to lovers 🥵🥵, fingering/oral, also mentions of venti because he is your mondstat friend but he is wild

bunny reader in heat. 

cw. a little ooc, afab reader (gender neutral prounouns), feral!dom!Tighnari x bunny!sub!reader, biting (hard enough to draw blood), mating press, cum. predator and prey themes, oral(reader receiving), unprotected sex, breeding (?)

bubble pop electric. ──── 5.5k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ tighnari really should have known better than to bring you up to the jungle to help him remap a flooded path--you always seemed to let the curiosity get the best of you and this time was no different than the rest. 

cw. fem!reader, aphrodisiacs, biting (tighnari bites hard enough to draw blood, not much tho), switch!tighnari, switch!reader, breeding, unprotected sex, thigh riding, dubcon (aphrodisiacs involved), implied marathon sex

close to you. ──── 0.5k

cw. f! reader, outdoor sex, soft tiggy, creampie

doctor, doctor!

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ “you’re my favourite and most important patient”

cw. fluff, smut, modern au doctor tighnari, gn reader, sub reader !, *romantic relationship !*malpractice, doctor/patient, misuse of medical equipment, sensitive reader

heat cycle. 

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ tighnari is so glad he’s got you to help him through his heat cycle. 

cw. somnophilia, f!reader, heat cycle mentioned, pussy jobs, previous consent mentioned, he’s a little teasing ? maybe ? 

honey-coated poison. ──── 2.9k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ tighnari has enjoyed your return to sumeru, but when he thought a fatui agent was you, he gets dosed in their new weapon—leaving him helplessly horny and desperate.

cw. afab!reader with no set pronouns, sex pollen, tighnari gets drugged (not by reader), tighnari has a knot, aphrodisiacs, rough sex, fingering, biting, marking, creampie

it is not the roaring thunder that smites, but the silent lightning. ──── 3.9k

cw. tighnari x fem!reader. mild description of ptsd symptoms & injuries; mild nudity (nothing mentioned); a couple of suggestive parts? it's pg-13 really; hurt & comfort.

oxytocin. ──── 2.4k

cw. fem!reader, swearing, smut, praise, sub!tighnari, dacryphilia, choking, breeding, oral (f ⇾ m), begging, creampie, overstim, cum swallowing, porn no plot

pillow humping.

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ tighnari doesn’t think anything will come close to how you feel against him, but he’ll still try.

cw. female genitals mentioned but not present, pillow humping, very needy tighnari

taking his knot.

cw. knotting

tighnari’s hug. 

when in rut…

٤ · WANDERER

3:06 AM ──── 1.2k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ scaramouche struggles with learning how to use his anemo vision.

cw. hurt/comfort ish maybe fluff ??? idk definitely hurt/comfort

a jealous encounter.

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ Jealousy is nothing more than a pathetic human emotion. It’s truly almost humorous how insecure and weak-minded mortals are, getting riled up simply because the object of their affection gets a little attention. Of course, the former sixth harbinger is far above such trivial emotions (he’s not)

cw. wanderer x afab!reader x Childe (implied), suggestive themes, jealousy, cursing, (slight) hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, (slight) possessiveness

catch me if you can.

cw. fluff! how it feels to fall for him (quite literally lol). no graphic content! contains a chase scene + mildly morbid descriptions thanks to salted mushroom man

damaged goods. ──── 1.6k

cw. Yandere!Scaramouche, f reader, Sex Doll Au, Oral Sex, Unhealthy Relationships, Themes of Past Abuse, and Slight Manipulation.

first time.

cw. pre-Fatui Scaramouche, use of Scaramouche’s real name, submissive top! Scaramouche, fem reader, first time, brief voyeurism, virginity kink, loss of virginity, creampie

happy birthday, kunikuzushi.

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ “how about this. would you like me to be your present, kuni?”

cw. nsfw. kunikuzushi being such an absolute cutie (it’s darling’s first time pls be vv patient w him), vaginal sex, riding, creampie, a lil bit of titplay, use of nicknames, overall suggestive content

kuni being a tittie lover.

cw. afab reader, he licks reader’s nip at the end, this is an au where the fatui stuff didn’t happen and reader whisked him away from tatarasuna to narukami island and he healed through reader’s guidance, implied smut at the end

pretty boi kuni.

cw. pervert! kunikuzushi / loud! kunikuzushi / oral sex (male receiving) / afab! reader / begging / dacryphilia / riding / corruption /unprotected sex

reach.

silence. ──── 2.9k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ completely lost after his defeat in becoming a god, he searches not only for a new purpose but also for a certain someone who brought him comfort greater than his own kin would.

cw. wanderer!scara x okami!reader. it’s scaramouche /jk there’s nothing bad here just comfort and shit, also the pacing is kinda shitty cause i wrote this at work lmao

songbird. ──── 860

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ songbirds tend to fall for the ones they sing for.

cw. fem!reader. suggestive. some angst? slight bickering. scaramouche “hates” you. hopeless fools in love but are afraid to admit it. reader calls him mouchie out of spite. pet names: songbird

the price of a heart. ──── 3k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ three times the wanderer tried balancing the books, and the one time he accepted something, free of charge.

cw. gn!reader x wanderer; reader is some sort of healer; tooth-rotting fluff; non-graphic depiction of injuries; slight suggestive at the end; let me know if I missed anything!

this broken soul. ──── 4.6k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ you’ve been avoiding him, and he needs to know why.

cw. smut, porn with plot, degradation, dirty talk, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, scaramouche being scaramouche, scaramouche is his own warning honestly, vulnerable!scaramouche, emotional!reader, reader is verysubtly implied to be plus-sized, reader has afab!genitalia

today, tomorrow.

to love.

untitled.

cw. fem!reader, tit sucking, hinted abuse of power? scaramouche does this to reader often ngl.

[neteyamkink]

like u just go "hi my fingers are cold can i put them inside you" and then yadayada that's fingerwarming

let’s do this

[magdasabs]

I don’t know if it was said already but Niamh had a lil fingerwarmer during the game

yes, we noticed niamh's finger warmer during the international break already 🥺 when jessie stops being ashamed of hers everything will be perfect

[mrskurono]

No but now just immagine. you are all busy with papers and other stuff, and Beni being feels clingy can't get your attention, this poor baby needs affection 😤, so he get under the desk you are working on and finally gets your full attention by eating your pussy out, giving you the tired puppy eyes look 🥺🥺

He can have anything he wants with those eyes 🥺🥺

Waka who doesn't like paperwork or anything to formal. Which leads you and Konro to do a lot of it. But almost like clockwork if you have things to do it means Waka suddenly wants attention.

No amount of deterring him works either!

He wants you and he wants you now. Paperwork can always wait. So he wants your full attention.

Cheek pressed against your bare thigh. Waka's hands having run up and down your legs as he pushed your clothing out of the way. His breath against your cunt so close. Waka mumbling under the table and between your legs about how you can just do it later or ignore it.

Even when you tell him it has to be done today it doesn't matter. He'll run his tongue up and down your slit. Soaking you while he lets his tongue slip between your folds. Repeatedly refusing to leave your clit alone until you have fistfuls of his hair and you're leaning against the desk to hold steady.

Cumming on Waka's tongue is wonderful in itself. Strong and flat as he lets you ride out your orgasm. It's not enough though. He's still wanting your attention. Which only always leads to Waka with his cheek against your thigh. Talking to you in soft little mumbles as he fingers you.

Knuckles deep in your cunt with his strong fingers twisting up against any sweet spot you have. And just Waka sighing between your legs as he keeps fingering you and mumbling about wanting your attention already <3

Send me your sinful Saturday thots ♡

[deluxeduck]

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[here2bbtstrash]

look down on me like that - 6 (explicit)

genre: slow burn enemies to lovers hatefucking coworkers au, smut (w some eventual angst)

pairing: yoongi x reader

summary: your asshole coworker min yoongi has made it his personal mission to ruin your life.

word count: 6.2k

contains: ~explicit sexual content~ !! alcohol mention, some mildly twisty conversations about consent/regretting sex (everything in this series is very consensual tho just wanna reiterate), teasing, dirty talk, VERY semi-public sex with risk of being heard/caught, fingering, lowkey fingerwarming, hold the moan, light choking, finger sucking, dumbification if you rly squint, protected sex (in the office... oop 👀), fucking against a door lmao 🙌🏻

A/N: sooooo excited to post this hehe 💜 i know this chap is a lil bit of a shorty but they can't all be 11k, and i'm trying to give y'all a mild refractory period before we launch into even more chaos 💀 AND SORRY NOT SORRY FOR THE CLIFFHANGER ENDING..... i promise i won't keep you hanging for long 😘

read on AO3!

chapter five | masterlist | chapter seven

~*~

“So… it’s been nearly a week,” Jimin prompts just as you tip your head back to take a long swig of your beer. The bratty tone in your best friend’s voice only encourages you to chug another swallow before you set the glass back down. He doesn’t even have to say the since you fucked your coworker part out loud.

Using the provided scissors and tongs, he starts to cut up the strips of pork belly laid flat on the grill between you. “When’s the wedding? Have you named your kids yet?”

“I can’t stand you,” you whine, torn between wanting to kick him under the table and wanting him to share the meat he’s been so carefully preparing. The aroma is making your mouth water as it sizzles on the hot surface.

You settle for fixing him with your best death glare.

Jimin shrugs, unbothered. “That’s fine. I just wanna know how you’re handling the fact that you are now officially sleeping with the enemy.”

“Aht aht. Slept with.” You raise a finger to correct him, using your other hand to maneuver your chopsticks to pick up a marinated cucumber and pop it into your mouth. “Past tense.”

Jimin purses his lips, looking unconvinced. “Is that so?”

“Are you kidding me?” You make a face. “It was a moment of weakness, and now it’s done. What would be the point in letting him have it again? In letting him win like that?” You wave a hand dismissively. “Absolutely not.”

“You are so dumb,” Jimin laughs as he starts to extoll pork onto your plate. “I cannot believe you found good dick and now you’re actively declining it. After how insane you nearly went? You think that won’t happen again?”

“I got it out of my system,” you say with a proud shake of your head, popping a piece of meat into your mouth. It’s so hot it nearly burns your tongue off, but the flavor is well worth it, and you continue with your mouth full. “And I’m good. Moving on with my life.”

Jimin hums like he doesn’t believe a damn word. “And how’s that gonna work out for you in a couple weeks, when you and Suga are in Los Angeles together, breathing that sweet American air? And sharing a hotel room that just so happens to only have one bed?”

With the pork belly successfully secured on your plate, you have no reason to hold back from kicking him this time. “You watch too much TV.”

“Speaking of!” He pauses with food halfway to his mouth, dropping it back onto his plate as he digs into his pocket for his phone. “My comps finally came in for the show I’m dancing in this weekend. I’m not even going to ask if you have plans because I already know the answer, so you better fucking be there.”

You pick up your phone to see his text come in, face scrunching up as you chew. “Two questions,” you prompt. “One, I fail to see what this has to do with watching TV. And two, why did you send me two tickets?”

Jimin rests his elbows on the table, fingers laced together under his chin, somewhere in between posing cutely and looking like he’s about to read you for filth.

“Out of the kindness of my heart, because I am such a good fucking friend, I am giving you a chance for a little Business Proposal moment. Bring your Suga, see what happens.” He shrugs a shoulder. “One concert could change everything, you know?”

You grind your teeth together and reach for your drink as he uses your favorite show against you, humming the theme tune under his breath. “I really hate you.”

“You love me.”

“Unfortunately. But I am not bringing Suga to your fucking concert,” you clarify, glass halfway to your mouth. “There is a world of difference between wanting to fuck someone and wanting to spend an evening with them.”

“So you do still want to fuck him,” Jimin presses his lips together and raises his eyebrows. “Very interesting.”

“Don’t make me leave you with the bill.” You roll your eyes and down the rest of your beer in one swig.

An hour later, you’ve eaten your body weight in grilled meats and have thrown back enough beers that the world blurs gently at the edges, vignetted, as you slip out onto the sidewalk and say goodnight to your best friend.

You’d managed to convince Jimin to meet at the place that’s just a few blocks from your apartment, and it’s not a terribly cold evening, all things considered. The alcohol certainly helps keep you warm as you make the short walk back home, the still-busy streets humming and blinking soft around you.

It takes a concentrated effort to use your phone without tripping in your current state, and you thumb slowly through your texts until you land on the concert tickets from Jimin. When his words echo again in your brain, you do your best to chase them off with a frustrated sigh.

It will be a cold day in hell before you voluntarily spend an evening with Yoongi, you tell yourself. But it’d be nice to go with someone.

You’re scrolling down your contact list and lifting the ringing phone to your ear before you can decide whether or not it’s a good idea.

After two rings, the line connects, and a voice answers. “Hello?”

“Hi, Jungkook.” You giggle a little despite yourself. You’ve never spoken to your coworker in any state of inebriation before, and once his name leaves your mouth, you realize you’re a little more fucked up than you bargained for. But it’s fine, you tell yourself. You’re fine.

“Hi— is everything okay?”

You double-blink, not expecting the check-in. “Yeah, no, everything’s great.” It only occurs to you now that maybe you’ve interrupted whatever his post-work plans might be. “Sorry, I— were you in the middle of something?”

He lets out a sheepish laugh, and you imagine that his cheeks are flushed pink, the way they sometimes get after boxing class. “Nothing important. I was brushing my dog’s teeth, actually. You just, uh, usually text—”

“Wait,” you fully interrupt him. “You have a dog?”

“I have three dogs,” he corrects, with another light laugh that’s almost musical. “My sons.”

“Jungkook!” You exclaim in mock-anger. “I am hurt and betrayed that you have kept this information from me!”

“I’m sorry!” He giggles back, clearly flustered. “It didn’t come up! I’ll send you some pictures, I promise. They’re very cute.”

“You better,” you huff. “And here I was getting ready to be nice to you.”

“Oh?” Jungkook sounds intrigued. There’s a soft shifting sound on the line, and you find yourself wondering if he’s laying down in bed, phone pressed to his cheek. The image makes your heart sink a little, and you shove the feeling away to process when you’re less tipsy. “How were you going to be nice?”

You pause for a moment to cross the street, letting your fake-hurt charade drop. “Well, my best friend is a dancer, and he was booked to perform in this concert that’s happening tomorrow night. He gave me a free ticket and an extra, and I was wondering, if you’re not doing anything… if you want to go with me?”

“Yeah, for sure!” You swear you can hear Jungkook’s smile light up the phone. “That sounds awesome.”

You linger at the front of your apartment building, phone tucked to your ear, watching cars and bicyclists roll by in the neon smear of the city at night. “Awesome,” you repeat back. “I’ll text you my address if you want to come pick me up after work?” A little bubble of excitement floats up and pops in your chest.

“I can definitely do that.”

~*~

“You need to fill all this out for the Grammy’s trip.”

The large stack of registration paperwork lands on Yoongi’s desk with a resounding thud, but he doesn’t so much as bat an eye. Though you’ve put on a brave face and moved back to your desk in the lobby after the happy hour incident, you’ve still avoided any alone time with the genius in his lab, as much as you can help it.

Today, it could not be helped. Especially given your need for a change in schedule.

“And I’m leaving early tonight.” You add, trying to feign confidence, just be direct and to the point. “I need you out of here at five, Yoongi.”

He grunts a noncommittal response, but doesn’t look up from the screen of his computer. His eyes are squinting slightly at the tracks on his mixing software. You wonder for a moment if maybe he needs glasses.

You furrow your brow as soon as you process the thought—what the fuck do you care about this man’s eyesight? You give your head a subtle shake in hopes of dislodging the idea.

Yoongi waves a hand silently, as if to imply you’re dismissed.

You really don’t know what makes you say it. “Jungkook and I are going to a concert.”

At this, Yoongi’s concentration seems to falter. He glances away from the screen, head tilting slightly to one side as he eyes you. “A date with Kookie, huh? Cute. I knew you two would get there eventually.”

You’re not sure what other conclusion you expected him to draw from the information, but suddenly your face is hot. You have to suppress the physical urge to squirm in frustration, to literally stomp your feet like a toddler.

“Can you just be normal?” You snap. “It’s not like that. Not everyone wants to fuck their coworkers all the time.”

He spins a quarter-circle in his chair to fully face you with an eyebrow raised. “Does Jungkook know it’s not like that?”

You stammer at being put on the spot. “I-I’m sure he does.”

Yoongi blinks lazily at you. “Uh huh.”

Rage flares up in your gut before you can stop it. “Jungkook is a nice guy. He’s not a boundary-crossing creep like you.” The words sting like acid as they leave your mouth. 

Yoongi gets to his feet so quickly you barely have time to process it.

For every step he takes towards you, you take one towards the door of his lab, walking backwards. “You know,” he mutters darkly, “I liked your mouth a lot better when it was on my cock.”

Your back finds purchase against the closed door, and you swallow hard, refusing to show fear.  “Well, remember it fondly, because I’m not making that mistake twice.”

Yoongi falls quiet for a moment, eyes searching yours. You’re a little surprised when he takes a step back. “Do you really feel like I violated a boundary?” His voice is flat, nearly monotone, when he asks the question.

You fumble for your words, for the truth; both are hard to find. “I-I don’t know.”

He surveys you with an expression you can’t decipher. “I gave you plenty of opportunity to say no. Do you feel like you were too drunk?”

“No. I mean, I consented. I’m not saying I didn’t. I just… we’re coworkers.”

“I’m aware. You called it a mistake. Do you regret it?”

“Do you?”

He huffs a dry laugh. “You keep acting like I’m not stating it plainly here. I would love to fuck you senseless again any time, sweetheart.” The pet name is biting. “I’d take you right up against this door, if you wanted. But not if you’re going to regret it.”

Your mind swims as you try to make sense of this conversation. “What if I don’t?”

Yoongi takes a single step closer to you. “Well, then I’d ask you when you want it again.”

The expression on his face, as if he’s won some smug game, is endlessly infuriating. You don’t want to give him the satisfaction. “And what makes you think I’ll just give it up again?”

He just keeps smirking, eyes locked on you. “You tell me. I’m the one asking permission here.”

You tilt your chin up towards Yoongi, suddenly very aware of how close he is to you. Something in you pulls taught as you recall your conversation in the bathroom after he nearly came in your mouth.

“If you want it so bad, then beg for it.” The words spark between your teeth as you say them.

There’s a glint in Yoongi’s eyes, and a muscle in his jaw jumps, as if he wasn’t expecting that response. Then he slowly starts to nod. “Is that what you want?”

You refuse to look away. “Did I stutter?”

His tongue darts out briefly to wet his lips, and then he laughs an exhale, a single indignant breath. Eye contact never faltering, you watch as he drops to his knees in front of you.

“Can I touch you?” He asks. The silence of the room hangs heavy between you, roaring in your ears like white noise. Yoongi blinks once, dark lashes fluttering. “Please?”

You feel some last mechanism of inner restraint shatter as you nod.

Yoongi’s touch is deliberate but, surprisingly, not rough. His palms meet the backs of your thighs and begin to slide up, encouraging you to pull your hips off the door and allow him room, your shoulders still pressed flush against the wood behind you.

His hands keep moving, slipping under the back of your dress with no hesitation, only stopping when he finds what he’s looking for: the band of your panties, which he hooks his thumbs under and swiftly pulls down your legs, leaving the lacy fabric to pool around your ankles. You shift to kick them off and suddenly realize your mouth has gone dry.

“Do I have to use my words?” Yoongi asks, voice low. His hands retrace their path back up your thighs, but he takes his time with it now. You hate the way your breath is starting to go shaky from his touch.

“What else would you use?”

“My tongue.”

Yoongi has pushed the hem of your dress up, his mouth devastatingly close to your center and his hands cupping your ass. He stares up at you, waiting patiently for a response, dark eyes brimming with want.

You’re still not even sure of your answer as you start to say it, but then a firm knock at the door cuts you off, loud enough to rattle your brain inside your skull. Ice floods your veins as your eyes go wide.

“Min Suga?” Jungkook’s voice calls from the other side.

Your breath hitches in your chest. This can’t be happening.

“Hey, JK,” Yoongi calls, not moving from where he’s knelt on the floor in front of you, both hands still firmly grabbing your ass. “Sorry, I’ve–” he glances pointedly up at you, and it takes everything you have not to slap him when he continues, “I’ve kinda got my hands full right now. What’s up?”

“No worries, you gave me the code, remember?” Your stomach twists violently as you hear the distinct beeping of Jungkook starting to type into the number pad.

You tear your gaze away from Yoongi to your lacy underwear, in plain sight, too far away that you can’t possibly retrieve them in the mere seconds you have to react.

Adrenaline surges through you, enough to make you lightheaded, to make your limbs go numb. There’s no time to do anything. You flatten yourself against the door as the handle starts to turn and the overwhelming urge to cry rushes up into your chest.

Yoongi seems to finally take the situation seriously, because in a flash, he’s on his feet, arms caging you in on either side to push firmly back against the door. His forearms peek out from under the short sleeves of his black t-shirt— you can see the defined muscles there flex and work, the way his veins bulge under his pale skin as he presses all his weight into the door with a look of real, concentrated effort.

Fuck. You’re not sure you’ve ever been simultaneously aroused and on the verge of tears before.

“Sorry, Jungkook,” Yoongi tries again, and you can hear him attempting to keep the strain out of his voice. “I’m, uh– redecorating a bit in here. I’ve got some stuff blocking the door right now. Can we just talk like this?”

“Oh yeah, sure, okay!” Jungkook answers brightly. You squeeze your eyes shut, desperately willing this nightmare to be over. While you’re pretty sure Jungkook won’t try the door again, an animalistic part of you is still too terrified to do anything, frozen in fear at what nearly just happened.

You’re only distantly aware of Jungkook babbling on about work. “I’ve got a few questions about upcoming release scheduling, so I can know what content we need to get ready. Can you talk me through the rest of Q1 real quick? Just so I know what’s coming when.”

A shiver runs through you at the feeling of a touch, so barely-there that at first you think you might be imagining it.

Your eyes flutter open to find one of Yoongi’s large hands pressed to your throat, delicate fingers splayed over the column of your neck.

It could be aggressive, but it’s not. Decidedly not. His touch is featherlight, and he applies no pressure to your windpipe. If anything, the gentle weight of his hand is oddly… comforting. A word you would never have thought to associate with Min fucking Yoongi before this moment.

The silver chain bracelet on his wrist winks in the soft purple glow of his studio lights, and you stare at it in a daze, entranced. You can feel your adrenaline high beginning to crash: the world feels muted, faded, far away.

“Go ahead, Jungkook,” Yoongi prompts, and you wonder if you’re imagining that his voice has softened just the slightest bit.

You drag your gaze up to him as he starts to talk through scheduling with Jungkook, his tone all business. He’s not looking at you, eyes instead fixed firmly on the door in front of him, occasionally rolling up to glance at the ceiling when he’s trying to recall something.

As your heart rate starts to settle, you take a moment to drink in Yoongi’s features unobserved. The line of his jaw. The slight furrow of his brow. His full, pink lips.

Your throat jumps when you swallow under his touch, and he doesn’t look down, but his hand begins to move. His palm stays heavy over the slope of your throat, but his fingers and thumb move smoothly, tracing faint patterns over your skin, stroking along the muscles of your neck and setting every last one of your nerve endings alight.

Your eyes are heavy-lidded with lust now, and your head tips back against the door, all thoughts blotted out at his touch. Fuck, it feels good.

A gasp slips past your lips when you feel Yoongi’s other hand brush over your leg, and you pray the door is thick enough that the sound doesn’t carry. He’s still talking through scheduling with Jungkook, answering questions as calmly as ever, as his whole palm comes to rest on one of your thighs below the hem of your dress, fingers just barely teasing under the fabric.

When Yoongi finally meets your gaze, his dark eyes pierce straight through you, as if to pin you to the door. He raises one eyebrow in a silent question, and the meaning is unmistakable: another request for permission.

Arousal rolls through you like a riptide, and you’re dragged under before you can even think to fight it. The dramatics of the previous close call linger— it feels like you’ll die if he doesn’t touch you right now. The fact that you shouldn’t be doing this only makes you want it more.

You don’t look away as you nod your consent.

You spread your legs to allow him room, hips tilting up, and Yoongi slips his hand under your dress to snake between your parted thighs. Fresh desire mixes with the cotton-numb fuzz of dwindling panic in your brain, the knowledge that Jungkook is still inches away from you and talking as Yoongi’s hand approaches your center. You have to bite down on your bottom lip at the first brush of contact.

Their conversation continues on, but you don’t process a word of it.

Yoongi traces two fingers gently over the lips of your cunt, teasing devastatingly close to your clit before moving down to circle at your entrance, where he slicks them in the wetness that has already started to pool there.

He keeps his movements so slow, his touch so light; your mind belatedly catches up to realize that anything more will surely start to elicit an audible sound.

You wonder if maybe this is it, if he’s just going to torture you, his fingers running through your folds in long strokes that have your core throbbing until you can’t take it anymore. And then he laughs a little at a comment Jungkook makes and uses the moment of sound coverage to deftly press those two fingers into you.

You bite down even harder on your lower lip in an attempt to stay quiet. Yoongi’s fingers push in to the hilt, long and thick enough to fill you up entirely. It’s all you can do to keep your breathing steady— the feeling of him inside of you jolts through you with every inhale.

Desperate for movement and nearly shaking with hypersensitivity, you clench your pussy around his fingers in a silent plea for more.

As if in response, the hand around your throat just barely tightens. You don’t know whether to read it as encouragement or a warning, but it makes your eyes flutter closed all the same.

His fingers begin to curl at a truly torturous pace, and then they press so firmly into your g-spot that your knees nearly buckle.

You’re hardly cognizant of the room around you anymore, or the wood of the door digging into your back; nothing else seems to matter in this moment except the weight of Yoongi’s fingers and the way your walls grip tightly around them.

Your eyes snap open again when his other hand suddenly leaves your throat. You feel exposed without it, but you shiver all over as the warmth of his palm trails along your collarbone before traveling down the slope of your body to settle at your waist.

As soon as that hand stills, the other pulls back from the heat of your cunt, and he brings his fingers up to brush over your bottom lip. His eyes roam hungrily over your face as he asks another silent question.

You open your mouth like a reflex, and you willingly let Yoongi pet the taste of you over your tongue. Your lips close around his fingers, and your gaze stays locked with his as you hollow your cheeks to suck diligently, swallowing down your own slickness.

With a heady groan, he withdraws, leaning forward to brace the same hand against the door just next to your head.

It occurs to you now that he’s no longer speaking, no longer afraid of making noise. Jungkook must have left– you can’t say when that happened.

The returning silence of the room pulses like a heartbeat. Yoongi is hovering over you, lips slightly parted, close enough that you can feel the heat of his breath, and you swear the distance between you is narrowing by the second.

“Nervous?” He murmurs, so quiet you easily could’ve imagined it.

“Fuck me.” Your voice comes out a little hoarse.

“Hmm?” Yoongi freezes where he is, sounding almost dazed when he hums the question. Just shy of your mouth but invitingly, dangerously close.

Your hands are already fumbling to undo the buckle of his belt. “I said fuck me, Yoongi,” you snap. “Up against this door. Before I change my mind.”

The corner of Yoongi’s mouth just barely pulls up. “God, you’re bossy,” he murmurs, but then his arm is no longer caging you against the door, and he makes quick work of getting his pants and boxers pushed down.

When he backs off, you draw in a breath that’s like coming up for air.

Your head reels a little when you see that he’s fully hard and starting to drip precum: you’re not sure when that happened, either. He retrieves a condom from his wallet and makes short work of tearing it open with his teeth.

The thought of his mouth so close to yours again is terrifying in a way you don’t have words for. Before he can step back towards you, you turn and press both hands flush with the door. You reach down briefly to hike the hem of your dress up over your hips.

It’s mildly humiliating to present yourself like this for him, exposed, back arched, your pussy aroused enough to slick your thighs and just waiting to be filled again. And yet, not unlike the risk of getting caught, the shame only makes it hotter, in some twisted way.

​​Yoongi braces one hand against the door, gripping your hip tightly with the other. You breathe in shallow gasps as his cock teases your entrance, and then he slowly starts to press into you.

“Shit, Yoongi,” you whine softly, overwhelmed by the feeling of him fucking you open. The stretch of him makes your eyes roll back in your head, just as perfect as you remember, and all you can do is take it. When he bottoms out, you do your best to bite back a moan, wiggling your ass to fully sheathe him inside of you, wanting every inch.

“Fuck,” he hisses. You whimper again in response.

“We still have to be pretty quiet— these walls aren’t that thick. Guess you can’t scream my name this time.” His voice is dark, sardonic, and you grit your teeth as you look at him over your shoulder.

“Will you shut up and fuck me?”

“Didn’t realize you were my manager,” he huffs, but then he starts to thrust, hard and fast, and you choke on a barely-suppressed noise. You arch up higher to push back on him, your body begging silently for it, your walls fluttering as the thick head of his cock drags over your g-spot again and again.

Yoongi’s hand on your hip shifts, fingers splaying over the soft flesh of your ass, digging in hard enough to bruise. You inhale sharply at the sweet sparks of pleasure-pain, already edged close and losing the fight to stay quiet.

“How does it feel?”

You’re surprised by the question, and even more so at the sincerity with which Yoongi seems to ask it, voice low in his throat and a little raw. You have to scramble to find words through the haze of your impending climax.

“I-it’s good,” you manage. His hips snap into you even harder and you gasp again. “Fuck, really good.”

He exhales a dark laugh. “Yeah, I can tell. You’re squeezing me so fucking tight, shit.”

Your head nearly smacks against the door from how forcefully his cock is now pounding into your tight heat. You roll your eyes– of course he wasn’t sincerely asking. You want to kick yourself for even entertaining the idea that Min Yoongi could be anything other than a selfish asshole.

Despite that fact, his rough, relentless thrusts are enough to leave you breathless, and the pleasure builds hot and fast in your core. Your head is spinning, and a shiver rips through you when you suddenly feel his breath over your neck, hear his voice in your ear.

“Gonna think about getting fucked like this on your date tonight?”

The stifled whine you let out and the way your pussy throbs around him betray any denial you could’ve tried to make. You look back over your shoulder at him, attempting to say something, anything, and then Yoongi’s hand slips down to circle your clit and you lose the ability to think coherently at all.

“Wanna feel you come on my cock,” Yoongi murmurs, and you swear your legs almost give out.

It’s just white-hot pleasure now, and you have to clamp a hand over your mouth and sob into it as your orgasm crests, your thighs shaking violently under his touch.

“Fuuuck,” Yoongi groans hoarsely as you start to pulse around him, over and over. His breathing comes in ragged gasps that match the pace of his hips as he keeps rutting into you, until he pushes all the way in with a last grunt of effort and you milk his release out with yours.

You slump forward, heart racing, and brace your forearms on the door to let your head loll between them. Yoongi stays stationary for a moment too, the hand on your hip absent-mindedly kneading into your skin, before he finally shifts and withdraws from your still-quivering cunt.

With a steadying exhale, you slowly right yourself on shaking legs while he steps away to deal with the condom.

Once your path is clear, you don’t wait around to suffer any small talk. You move to retrieve your panties off the floor and pull them back on with the last scrap of dignity you can manage. Then you shove your dress down over your hips and cross back to the door.

You leave without a second glance back at Yoongi. 

When you emerge from the Genius Lab, you make an immediate beeline for the bathroom, which is thankfully empty. It’s only once you press your palms flat against the cool marble countertop of the sink that you feel like you can breathe again, and you have to make a conscious effort not to hyperventilate.

Your mind is racing as you take in your reflection in the mirror and attempt to put yourself back together, trying your best to look like you didn’t just get fucked against a door.

A door in the office. Because you are at work. Where you just had sex with a coworker you hate.

The realization of what you just did, how stupid you just were, hits you like a train. Fuck. You’re met with the overwhelming urge to scream at yourself. What is wrong with you? Your eyes roam over your own face, as if you might find the answer hidden there somewhere; your bottom lip is slightly swollen from how hard you were biting down on it.

Can you call something a mistake if you’ve voluntarily made it twice now– and while stone cold sober the second time, no less? And what if it’s a mistake you want to make again?

That can’t happen, you firmly tell your reflection. You won’t let Yoongi get a third strike on you, and you certainly won’t let him fuck up this job for you any more than he already has. He is now officially out of your system.

You gently smooth out your hair, and then you pause, fingertips lingering over the skin of your neck. You tilt your chin up slightly to get a good look in the mirror. There aren’t any visible marks, but you can’t quite shake the memory of Yoongi’s hand closed over your throat— the way everything in the world seemed to blink out of existence under his touch, if only for a moment.

It’s over, you tell yourself again. It has to be.

With a resigned sigh, you run your hands down over the front of your dress, then check the back to confirm there aren’t any weird stains. As much as you want to hide away in the bathroom for the rest of the day, you force yourself back out the door and down the hallway towards the lobby.

Your heart creeps into your throat as your footsteps bring you closer to the Genius Lab, and you forcefully tell yourself that it’s not a big deal. You’re just going to walk right by and head to your desk to proceed with the rest of your work day, thoroughly unbothered.

At this point you wonder why you’re even surprised when the door swings open and Yoongi practically runs into you. You jump out of his way, startled— and you are surprised to see that he has his bag slung over his shoulder and his dark sunglasses on.

“Just heading out,” Yoongi mutters, and your only answer is to keep your gaze fixed on your shoes when you brush past him and continue down the hall.

You’re sure he must be following after you, and you have to swallow the urge to interrogate him— ask why he’s leaving so early, where he’s going. You don’t care, you remind yourself. Not having him around is a good thing.

As you approach the office lobby, you glance up to see Jungkook walking towards you from the other direction. He holds up a hand in a lazy wave, and you come to a dead stop.

It’s the first time you’ve ever felt anything other than happy to see your coworker. Now panic rises in your chest, a wonder if maybe, somehow, he knows what happened on the other side of the Genius Lab door.

“I was just coming to find you,” he says as he crosses to meet you where the two hallways join and spill into the lobby.

You can tell from the look on his face that he means it. There’s no hidden agenda. Nothing to hold over your head. It’s enough to make you exhale a small laugh of relief.

“Well, you found me,” you say.

“Leaving already, Min Suga?” Jungkook’s gaze jumps to look behind you, and dread pools in your stomach. You couldn’t imagine a more mortifying exchange right now if you tried.

Yoongi doesn’t dignify Jungkook with a response, only hums noncommittally as he slips past the two of you and heads for the exit. Your stomach clenches as you wait to hear the doors open and close, praying there’s no sarcastic remark coming, praying he’ll just leave.

His hand presses flat against the glass, and then he turns over his shoulder, as if he’s just thought of something. “You kids have fun tonight,” he quips dryly. Then he pushes the door open and slips out into the hallway.

Jungkook looks a little lost. “Oh, uh, did you tell Suga that we–”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, it sort of came up. When I said he needed to leave early.” Jungkook nods, and you’re eager to change the subject. “What did you want to ask me?”

“I realized we didn’t agree on a time for me to pick you up tonight. I was thinking seven, if that works?”

Your heart sinks a little in your chest as you take in Jungkook’s sweet smile, the expectant but patient look on his face, Baby-Star-Candy eyes blinking. Your earlier conversation with Yoongi echoes in your mind like a knife to the gut.

“Actually, JK, can I talk to you? About tonight?”

“Yeah, absolutely. Is everything okay?”

“Yes, yeah, I, uh– I just wanted to make sure you knew that…” You tense up as you prepare to deliver the blow. “This… isn’t a date. I was asking you as friends. That’s all.”

“Okay,” Jungkook says simply. His face betrays no hurt feelings.

You’re rambling, unable to believe it could be this easy. “I mean, I-I just… don’t think it’s a good idea, you know? For coworkers to date.” Or fuck, a snide voice in your head adds.

Jungkook nods. “No, I totally get it, but seriously, you don’t have to explain yourself to me. I really like being your friend.” He shrugs, as if that’s all there is to it. “So, I’ll pick you up at seven?”

Relief floods through you like a balm. “Seven sounds great.”

“Cool.” He’s already reaching into his back pocket for his phone. “Can I show you pictures of my dogs now?”

~*~

At 6:55, there’s a firm knock on your door, and you squeak as you dig through the bottom of your closet in search for the right pair of shoes.

You spent most of the last hour on FaceTime with Jimin, who did what a good best friend is meant to do: viciously tear apart nearly everything in your closet while bent forward in a straddle split, warming up for his performance.

The two of you had eventually (more or less) compromised on a black t-shirt dress with a denim jacket thrown over top. Though Jimin had derided the look as “basic”, you’ve decided you’re just fine with that.

You finally find what you're looking for, retrieving your white Air Force Ones and stumbling to pull them on your socked feet as you trip out of your room and towards the front door.

You lean down to tie the laces as quickly as you can, then flip back upright, blood rushing to your head so fast you feel a little faint. You’re not sure why your heart has started to pick up speed, but you let out an exhale as you reach for the door handle, hoping it might help offset these strange sudden nerves.

You turn the handle and swing the door open to greet Jungkook with a smile– and your jaw drops at the sight waiting for you on the other side.

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[dontsh0vethesun]

putty in her hands

Pairing - Emily Prentiss x Reader

Summary - She knows how to get you just where she wants you; putty in her hands, longing for her touch.

18+ :smut; choking, rough sex, face slapping, dom!emily asf, sub!reader, she lowkey manhandles reader but in a hot way, degradation, daddy kink, daddy!emily, uhhh fingerwarming? idk but its barely there, ur mouth gets fucked by her fingers, tiny bit of thigh riding (no pronouns used but afab reader, princess as a petname)

Word Count - 2067

based on this post masterlist

Emily’s eyes had been on you all day, her hands sneaking touches at any available moment as you worked the case, even teasingly squeezing your thigh beneath the table whilst you tried to keep a straight face listening to the team. 

She knew the way she flustered you, enjoying the quick glances you’d dart around the room in fear of somebody seeing. It wasn’t particularly recommended for coworkers to enter relationships, especially if one of said coworkers is the boss. But Emily was radiant, she oozed dominance in all aspects of her life and the BAU Chief title looked so good on her. 

She discreetly rested her hand on the small of your back as you bent to look at the files on the table, sneaking down until she gave your ass a squeeze; she smirked to herself at the way you cleared your throat to cover your surprise. The words you spoke became stuttered when her fingers tickled over the skin of your back exposed by your shirt riding up, softly scratching over your skin until you stood up straight beside her.

You dared a warning look at her smug face only receiving a smirk and an assertive lift of an eyebrow in return. 

The frustration was brought to an end when she finally dismissed everyone, planning to pick up the following morning. Of course her hand landed on your thigh as soon as she started the engine of the SUV for the drive to the hotel, this was her plan all along, to make you needy. 

She’d touch you throughout the day, inch her hand further upwards as she drove, teasingly tug at the waistband of your trousers. She’d make you desperate, needy, in need of her. She wanted you to want her, she wanted to frustrate you until you were a pathetic whining mess, aching for her to get you off.

She loves you, she truly does, but there’s something about this sexual torment that she just adores; the pleading looks you give her, the timid pout that curves your lips at each narrow eyed dominant look she eyes you with. She can’t help how making you fumble in front of the team of profilers makes her feel, how each secret grope of your body has you leaning into her touch, your skin heating up as you’d try to conceal the way you longed for Emily. 

So the satisfaction she feels when you immediately pull her into you once in the privacy of your hotel room doesn’t surprise her; it only spurs her on, you were putty in her hands just the way she liked. 

Her warm palms slid beneath your shirt along with the bruising kiss, a firm grip on your waist, nails digging into your skin as she shoved you backwards into the wall. A small grunt sounded at the back of your throat at the action, the hold you had on her hair tightening with a pull at her scalp.

Her boot clad foot kicked at your ankle, forcing your legs apart enough for her to wedge her thigh between them, roughly pushing it against your core. She let you fumble with the buttons of her shirt, focusing on leaving a trail of hot kisses across your neck, teeth grazing over your collarbone. 

She pulled away from you to tug the shirt from her body letting it drop to the floor before harshly yanking at yours, dark and lusting eyes staring at you, neither of you taking much notice of the sound of popping buttons. She reached behind you to unclasp your bra, tender smile just about cutting through the domineering features when she left a ghost of your kiss to your temple before tossing it aside.

“Daddy’s perfect princess, hm?” She rasped, pushing her lips to yours again, she just couldn’t resist the way you gazed up at her through hooded eyelids and fluttering lashes; sure, she knew just how to control you, to make you desperate for her but you had a few tricks up your sleeve too. That innocent, doe-like gaze never fails to give you what you want.

Her leg pushed into you with the way you pulled her against you by her belt loops, hitting against you in a way that had you sighing into her mouth. Her lips were slightly swollen as she kissed along your jaw, kissed clean of any remnants of lipstick by now with quick exhales of breath beside your ear from the fervent pace you’d been keeping. 

Her toned back was soft beneath your roaming hands and for now she let you push yourself over her thigh in a desperate venture for some pressure, focusing her lips and teeth on your neck and chest with open mouthed kisses and sucks. The hold she had on you was possessive, one hand cupping the side of your neck, manicured nails digging into the flesh with her thumb pushing onto your throat. The other roughly palmed at your breast, pinching the nipple between her fingers with a tug, tongue flicking over the pert bud when she sucked it into her mouth. 

“Fuck, Em.” You sighed out, breathless with your body curving into hers. 

When she felt the movement of your hips begin to grow sloppy, both of you knew it wasn’t enough for you to cum, she pulled away from you. It was just the sight she’d been hoping for all day, that needy glint in your eye, panting breaths passing parted lips. She just looked at you, admiring her handiwork, taking her time with a smirk and a bite of her lip.

The feeble whine you let out and the way you aimlessly grabbed at her body made her let out a deep chuckle, in one swift movement she had her hand wrapped around your wrists with your arms flush against the wall above your head.

“So desperate.” She tutted, dragging a slender finger over the hot skin of your cheek. “You want me, hm? You need me?” She breathed, she grabbed your face in her hand when you just nodded in response, tilting your head upwards with her thumb swiping over your bottom lip. A firm look was all she needed to give you.

“Y-yes. Need you, daddy. So, so bad.” You muttered, bucking your hips into hers in frustration. The way you uttered the word always filled her with a rush of excitement, of power.

She scraped the back of her nails down your skin, across the column of your throat, through the valley between your breasts and over your belly until she reached the waistband of your trousers. She undid the button, revelling in the way the light shone in a way that let her see the goosebumps that prickled at your skin.

She pushed her hand down, cupping your mound through your underwear as you gasped at the sudden action.

“I’ve gotten you so wet, baby. Such a little slut for your daddy.” She growled, her hot breath against your lips from how close she was. Your underwear was soaked and that was exactly what she wanted, to feel just how much you want her, you were hers and she was the only one who could make you feel this good. 

She pushed her thumb into your clit through the material teasingly, holding you against the wall when you tried to seek some friction. The sight of her mocking smile at your annoyance only sparked another pang of arousal through your body, she gave your clit the faintest rub with her thumb, enjoying the sighs coming from you as you pleadingly stared up at her.

“Em, please.” You huffed, tilting your head when she moved to kiss over your neck again, always enjoying seeing any marks the next day.

“Beg me.” She whispered against the shell of your ear, pulling away with a tug at your lobe. She loosened her hold on your arms in favour of wrapping svelte fingers around your neck instead. “Fucking beg me.” She uttered through gritted teeth, a squeeze at your throat that felt so good. 

“Daddy please, I need you. Fuck me, Emily - please.” You hurried out, letting out a squeak in surprise when her fingers suddenly moved your underwear to the side and pushed into your wet hole with ease. Long fingers slipped into you with the perfect curl until her knuckles brushed against you. You moaned out at the rhythm she began, pulling her digits out and pushing them back into you roughly, the heel of her palm hitting your throbbing clit with each thrust.

She let you grab onto her for something to ground you, the way your nails would dig into her skin or the vibration of a grunt of pleasure could be felt on her skin where you kissed her neck just let her know how good she was making you feel. She was cocky in this area of her life, arrogant, but you both knew she had reason to be - you melted at her touch and she knew your body better than you knew it yourself. So much so that her fingertips never failed to hit against that divine sweetspot.

“‘M so close.” You panted out beside her ear and you knew she’d still her movements but it was this kind of control that set you on fire. She left her fingers inside of you leaving you full of her as she took in your submissive features, your eyes blown and dazed looking back at her. 

“Show me how good you can be and work for it.” She cooed with a soft squeeze of your throat. She watched as you rocked your hips over her hand, gliding your clit over her palm with jolts of pleasure building as you climbed closer to the edge. She matched your slow pace with thrusts of her fingers again, sounds of your choked moans and the lewd wetness between your legs bounced off the four walls of the hotel room.

“Please let me cum.” You groaned out, head thrown back against the wall in pleasure. She gave you a hum of permission, curling her fingers once more and intently watching your back arch as you came, your eyes scrunching shut as your hands squeezed around the muscles of her upper arms. She pumped slowly into you to drag it out whilst your body trembled lightly and she could feel you clenching around her.

Emily pulled her hand from you with her fingers drenched and glistening with your slick dripping down past her knuckles. 

“God, you’re such a filthy whore, getting my fingers all dirty.” She uttered, lifting her hand before your face to show you the mess you’d made before drawing it back. The slapping of her palm against your cheek sounded in the room, jutting your head to the side as tears pooled in your eyes. 

She grinned when you guided her hand to your lips with a hold on her wrist; she teased her fingers against them, your own cum shining on them in the yellowed glow of the light hanging from the ceiling. Your jaw slackened when she pushed them past your lips, fucking them into your mouth slowly at first until she pushed them deeper and harsher.

Her eyes bore into yours as your tongue swirled over her digits, tastebuds alight at your flavour in your mouth as you sucked. The tears burned your eyes when she poked them in harshly until your teeth grazed over her knuckles almost warranting a gag at the back of your throat. She pulled them out with a string of saliva in tow, your lips wet and swollen, mascara beginning to smudge.

She supported herself with her forearm planted against the wall beside your head so she could pepper your lips with gentle pecks, slow and soft. She linked her hand with yours at your sides, holding you tenderly. It didn’t come of much as a surprise when she brought your joined hands between your bodies, pushing yours into the top of her trousers.

You crept your fingers down to find the sopping wetness between her folds, you could feel how drenched her underwear was on the back of your hand and you groaned at the feeling. 

“Clean up the mess you made, princess.” Emily spoke and maybe you wouldn’t get enough sleep tonight but that’s what coffee is for, right?

[dejwritesarchived]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ JUJUTSU KAISEN⠀ 〳 ⠀ MASTERLIST ‵

NANAMI KENTO

— muse ( masterlist )

— thirstgiving

— family affairs

— lazy fucking with nanami

— yakuza nanami tings

— vegas

— babymaking

— late night snack

— find someone like you

GETO SUGURU

— cam competition ( masterlist )

— bystander ( 1. 2. 3. 4 )

— yakuza tings

— three's a company

— tethered

GOJO SATORU

— fingerwarming in bora bora

— three's a company

TOJI FUSHIGURO

— debt ( masterlist )

— thirstgiving

— sex toys w/ toji

— prove it

SUKUNA RYOMEN

— overstimulation with sukuna

— sex toys w/ sukuna

— sinners

CHOSO KAMO

— thirstgiving

— me or sum

— summer of 22’

NAOYA ZENIN

— sex toys w/ naoya

— yakuza naoya tings

— masquerade

TAKUMA INO

— facetime

HIRUMA HIGURUMA

— shibari

KENJAKU

— tethered

[satorhime]

I wanna read more gojo fics but I can’t really find any good ones yet most of them are satosugu and my heart can’t handle it😭 do u have any xreader recs?

HOW DID YOU KNOW I HAVE ALL THE GOODS???? honestly i'm kind of picky when it comes to reading gojo because his portrayal has to be just right for me but here’s a few that i really fucking love to get you started and all of these writers are the actual authors of jjk oops ANYWAYS, come back when you read these lmao i have more i'm just sleepy ( > ◡ < )

i'm so sorry  ♡ innka (ao3)

i just had to list my favorite gojo fic ever again even though i just recommended it a few days ago but i can't recommend it enough to literally anyone i talk to hehehehe. i'll warn you that it's gory and a little scary because it's the aftermath of gojo accidentally hitting the reader with his ult lmao, but this fic is everything to me. they're scared of each other for completely different reasons and it's just??? CINEMATIC. NOW ONTO THE REST OF THE RECS.

the witches' brew  ♡ orphan_account (ao3; fluff)

on the spur of the moment  ♡ lemonlover1110 (ao3; smut)

don't call me sensei  ♡ solthesun (ao3, smut)

scarred  ♡ solthesun (ao3; fluff/angst)

starboy  ♡ septembersummer (ao3; angst/smut)

fingerwarming in bora bora  ♡ @dejwrites (tumblr; smut)

national anthem  ♡ @dabipawz (tumblr; smut)

we are timeless  ♡ @okotsuta (tumblr; hurt/comfort, mild smut)

happiest day  ♡ dateko (tumblr; fluff)

care  ♡ cutecrunch (tumblr; angst, smut)

rich boy gojo ♡ @dearsuguru (tumblr; smut, oneshot series)

and he is still falling ♡ @inumakilove (tumblr; smut)

golden ♡ @novaresque (tumblr; smut)

[becauseicantthinkwritings]

You asked for kinks. Billy Russo's hands and fingers are just the most delicious things ever. The way he cleaned up Frank and Madani, Ben Barnes said it himself (I'm paraphrasing) I could strangle you but I'm being tender. I imagine he would be a very soft lover at times and I just love the juxtaposition. Plus they are very aesthetically pleasing. Sorry for the ramble, you're just such an amazing writer.

Yeah I bet he'd love to just push them past your lips just to see how far they'd go.

He'd love to watch tears slip down your face and hear you gag on his fingers.

"C'mon princess, if you can't take my fingers, how are you gonna take my cock?"

I think his hands would be coarse from years of being in the military, but surprisingly smooth because he's just started taking care of them properly.

Watching him do anything with his hands, like him cleaning one of his guns in front of you and forcing you to watch, haunts me. Oh god imagine he just holds you against him and he slips his fingers into your pussy and just stays there. He doesn't move them or anything, just keeps his fingers tucked into you, feeling you clench around them with need. Is fingerwarming a thing? Fingerwarming should be a thing.

GOD BUT WHAT IF he just feels you up on one of your fancy dates. He gives you careful touches to your skin because he loves watching you get flustered. He doesn't even touch you that inappropriately, just runs the tips of his fingers over your shoulders and up your thighs gently while he talks to you and expect you to actually listen... he has you glassy eyed and needy for him at the end of the night, just the way he likes you.

[neteyamkink]

FINGERWARMING IS THE GAY VERSION OF COCKWARMING

OH MYGOD???

[claroquequiza]

.... B-BUT IT'S FOR FASHION

Listen--

At my last job, there was one other gay guy, and he wasn’t, like, a fashionista or anything, but he paid attention to his appearance and went to the clubs regularly, so he knew how the gays were dressing. It took him six weeks to realize I was gay because I wear construction site-standard work boots, cargo pants, and plaid buttondown shirts. He says I look like I just came down from the mountains. I’m the least fashion-conscious gay he has ever met. 

If you wear fingerless gloves for fashion purposes, that’s great! I’m sure you look great in them! 

But fashion is the least of my concerns. My fingers are literally the only part of me that feels the cold. They’re cold, but my palms are not, they sweat in full gloves. Fingerless gloves only exacerbate the problem. I need gloveless fingerwarmers.

[deluxeduck]

i 💙 CanBRRRa | #wiwt #ootd #tribaljewelry #rings #canbrrra #knuckledusters #silverrings #eclectic #georgjensen #eagle #navajojewelry #oldpawn #coral #afghanjewellery #lapislazuli #fingerwarmers #knitwear #chunkyknits #fingerlessgloves #gauntlet #winterwarmers #menstyle #mystyle #personalstyle #iphonesia #l4l #instagood #instamood #photooftheday #iphoneonly

[neteyamkink]

I JUST LEARNED ABT FINGERWARMING

WHAT THE ????