#had to rush this one hnngg

[vladdyissues]

Day 24: Whirlpool

[imrowanartist]

Thought I'd share some of the writing I've done for the Rosie AU! The plan is to post a fully formed fic (written together with @narcissosbythepool) to AO3 eventually, but I've also written some snippets here and there which I'll start sharing here too.

Words: 988

Tags (also at the bottom): Trans Gaz, Implied trans pregnancy, mention of c-section and just pure fluff :)

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“I can’t stop looking at her,“ John mutters, and while his voice still sounds gravelly, it’s also the softest Kyle has ever heard him. 

His partner is sitting on the edge of Kyle’s hospital bed, and he’s been holding and looking at their newborn for well over ten minutes now. 

“She’s pretty cute, isn’t she?” Kyle confirms, a smile pulling on his lips as he quietly observes the wonder in John’s eyes. It still hasn’t faded since he first laid eyes on their baby over 24 hours ago.

“We did that,” John says, then turns and looks at him, his eyes so impossibly soft, “You did that.”

Kyle grins, despite the pain and exhaustion currently still coursing through his body. “Damn right, I did.”

John chokes on a laugh, then gently shushes Rosie who makes a soft sound of disagreement at the sudden movement. “Ever the humble one,” he chuckles at Kyle, then asks, “How are you feeling?”

Kyle shrugs. “Remember that guy who sliced you up in Latvia?” John’s eyes narrow but he nods anyway. “Like that, but with less emergency staples and no infection.”

Despite his current pain level, the well-performed c-section stands low on his list of worst injuries ever. He’s dealt with much worse and he knows he’ll be due for new painkillers soon anyway.

“Hmm, unpleasant,” John confirms. He looks down at Rosie, who is starting to become a little fussy. They’ll have to feed her again soon. “Do you wanna hold her?”

“Yeah,” Kyle says, holding out his arms. They’ve been feeling empty ever since he was forced to get some rest earlier and had to let her go. John carefully maneuvers Rosie into his hold, making sure to support her head just as Dotty has shown him. It makes Kyle’s heart do funny things to see him being so gentle with their baby.

When she’s held securely in his arms again, Kyle looks down and can’t help but marvel at her. She’s so innocent and small. “Fucking hell,” he mutters, “how are you so tiny? You felt much bigger while I was lugging you around inside me.”

John snorts, then gives him a disapproving look. “Don’t swear around her.”

“Sure, captain ‘bloody hell, I have a kid now’” Kyle returns, dropping his voice in an imitation of John’s and they both chuckle. 

“Glad to see you’re feeling good enough to make fun of me again,” John mutters, standing up and adjusting Kyle's pillows so he can sit up a little better. The movement pulls on Kyle’s stitches, but he ignores it. A nurse will probably come by soon anyway, with painkillers for him and formula for Rosie. 

John takes his seat again on the chair next to the bed once Kyle is comfortable. Rosie seems to have settled too, for now, only letting out small huffs as she sleeps. 

Very gently Kyle strokes a finger over her downy hair. It’s so soft that he loses himself a bit in just feeling her warm weight in his arms and her silky little curls under his fingertips until the sound of a phone chiming several times in a row makes him look up.

“Who’s that?” he asks curiously, as John grabs for his phone and unlocks it.

John squints at the messages. “Kate’s demanding more pictures of Rosie,” he grunts.

“So she’s not mad at us anymore?” Kyle snorts, vibrant memories of the less-than-pleasant conversations they’d had with her unwillingly coming back to him. She was happy for them too, but she’d definitely let them know how much of a hassle they had caused for her.

“Hnngg debatable,” John grumbles, “I think she’s still quite pissed about you rushing her administration by four weeks.”

“Like that’s my fault-“ Kyle argues.

John gives him an amused look. “You could have sent her a little more warning than just a blurry photo of the hospital.”

“Yeah okay fair,” Kyle huffs, “Though in my defense, I wasn’t thinking very clearly at the time. And it was pretty funny to see her reaction.”

“For you maybe,” John says, his tone suddenly more serious, “You scared us all shitless.”

Kyle sighs, readjusting Rosie a little in his arms. John is right. If it hadn’t been for his sister’s quick handling, things might have gone very differently. They’re lucky that despite the emergency c-section, there seem to be no further complications so far. For him or Rosie.

“I was scared pretty shitless too,” Kyle says softly, then adds, “still am actually.”

He looks up and when he meets John’s eyes he can see understanding in it.

“Me too,” John admits, then reaches out a hand, “But we’re in this together, eh?”

Kyle takes the offered hand and holds on to it, his other still supporting Rosie. He blames the hormones for the tears that slowly make their way down his cheeks.

“We better write our own field manual,” he sniffs, “Cause I have no idea what we’re doing.”

John squeezes his hand, and Kyle can see how his partner’s eyes are now watery too. “In my experience, manuals go out the window anyway as soon as the action starts,” John jokes, though his voice is rough again.

Kyle chuckles wetly. “I suppose we are pretty good at improvising.”

John lets go of his hand and Kyle mourns the loss for a second until John offers him a tissue instead. Then his partner gets up from the chair and moves back to sitting on the mattress. Kyle gratefully leans into the contact it provides.

“Bloody right, we are,” John says, reaching out and stroking Rosie’s cheek.

“What happened to no swearing?” Kyle jokes, watching in fascination as she blinks open her eyes for a moment and lets out a happy sigh. Even though Kyle knows she can’t see much yet he swears she looks right up at her da, who laughs fondly.

“Eh,” John says, ”she can’t talk yet anyway.”

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Good Fuckin’ Evening, S!

Sorry for not spewing my thoughts into your inbox for a while 😅 Got into a fight with a car and lost so I had to deal with that :) I’m completely fine, it was small, we’re gonna be okay.

ANYWAY, I WATCHED PAIN HUSTLERS!

And in between laughing my ass off at Chris Evans rapping (we love this little guy tho) I was also thinking about Sebastian and how he might react to the scene of Chris holding a baby (that kid was really fucking cute. Like so cute.)

Maybe he gets real sentimental. Maybe he tells Chris that he’d be a good dad. And maybe, just maybe, they both discover a lil something about themselves.

SEBS POV

Like when the breath gets punched out of Sebastian’s breath when after one of his comments about Chris being a good dad Chris had joked “What, you gonna give me babies, Seb?”

A gasp slips out of Sebastian. Fuck, does he like that? Oh no, he does. And Chris knows. An evil little smile dawns on his face, and he presses his chest (hnngg, his chest) up to Sebastian’s back, leaning into his ear and whispering filthily.

“Yeah, you want that? You want me to fill you up? That what you want, sweetheart?”

Seb’s knees buckle, a whine bursting from him. “Tell me, Seb. Tell me what you want.” He growls, and shit, he nearly passes out from the blood rushing south.

“Want- Oh my god- Want you, Chris. Wanna be yours. Wanna- Want you to fuck me, please!” he cries, and Chris turns his head around and kisses him like his soul is on the line.

“Why should I do that, starlight?” Chris says in a low, make-your-mind-go-blank voice.

“Please, please, please! Want it so bad! Need it!” Sebastian cries, and if he doesn’t get fucked right now he will go insane, no hesitation.

Okay that’s all my christian guilt will let me write and I already feel like I should go to confession and I’m not even catholic.

Have a good day, S!

-⚡️anon

Well I am so fucking glad you're okay! Don't worry about how often you're here, this is all just for fun, y’know?

I love that that is what you got from Pain Hustlers, lmao. Iconic. Also, same, that's very much something I would do, come out of a film with only unholy thoughts 👀

You're very right, though. I bet the scene with that baby drove Sebastian crazy, at first he was having purely sweet, sentimental thoughts but then, of course, Chris fucking blindsides him. Chris is too fucking hot for his own good and his mouth is all too filthy. Sebastian hates it. Why does anything Chris says sound so fucking sexy!? 😫 He's trying to not have a horny crisis over here!

Thank you for these delicious, filthy ideas 😘

[multiplefandomsblog]

request; I am lusting for the emo boy 👉👈 Could I get something where the reader gives him a bj after he had a stressful day

warnings; bj, deep-throating, cussing, cum-eating, shuichi is receiving, reader is gender-neutral.

note; im trying to think of a song to go with this hold up- (yes thats all i have for my note, im running out of things to say-)

OH SHIT YES!!! SANGRIA?? BY EASY LIFE??? ARLO PARKS??? OR GET YOU BY DANIEL CAESER!!!!!

wc; 2k+

Slapping the screen of his work computer shut, the sudden and loud noise kept him awake for just a little longer. Shuichi brought both of his cold hands to his face, rubbing the eye bags that had formed as a result of his overworking and lack of sleep.

“God…” It took him everything he had to not yell into his slightly trembling hands. His fingers tangled themselves in his hair as he stood up from the chair that had made his backside ache, breathing out the pent-up stress he had cultivated throughout the… He checked his watch, drooping eyes barely able to read the hands of the miniature clock. 

—The twelve hours of sitting down, typing in and submitting in files, piled onto files regarding a tough case. He’d be lying if he wasn’t at least a little used to this shit work ethic. 

The first thought his mind allowed him to possess after draining his brain completely out of energy, had been, ‘S/o...-, I hope they didn’t forget to eat today.’ He hadn’t gotten the chance to monitor you, nor text or call you; his phone, to kick off the day, hadn’t charged properly the day before, leaving his phone with 3%. The moment he had tried to text you mid-way through his extended work period, his phone had given up on him, leaving him frustrated and worried. 

Sighing, he quickly packed up his things, ready to leave the suffocating, but honestly quite nicely designed office— to see you. He was so close to just falling asleep on the nice, cold surface of his computer, but the thought of you waking up to an empty bed had his heart, crumbling over something he hadn’t done yet. And hadn’t planned to do, either. 

Exiting the office, he called a taxi as he was too deprived of sleep to safely drive.

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Hearing the door open, you immediately rushed to the front door, almost slipping on the waxy surface of the wood floor against your fuzzy socks. 

Pulling back, your eyes held a different emotion as you gazed into Shuichi’s tired but loving orbs; your eyes no longer contained the same soul-crushing worry for him. Instead, they had held a needy lust. Could you blame yourself? It had been twelve hours. Shuichi let out a quiet startled noise as you started dragging him to the couch, he did nothing but let you; too tired to ask what you were doing despite having the sneaking suspicion he already knew. No one can overlook a stare like that; you’d have to be blind to. 

Pushing him onto the couch with little effort, he watched with intrigued eyes as you got to your knees and sat in between his knees, your own gaze locking onto his as you lowered yourself to the point where you had to crane your neck to properly see his pretty, flushed face. 

Golden eyes flashed in need, small whines spilling from his trembling lips as he slightly parted his thighs for you to drag your fingers further up into. “You worked all day, Shuichi… C’mon, just a taste?” You looked up at him, doe eyes pleading and tongue swiping across your bottom lip entrancingly, as Shuichi’s golden eyes followed the glistening muscle. He could already imagine your tongue swirling around the tip of his— 

“A-a little… A little taste. Please.” Ten hours of neglect, and the craving for his musk only augmented with each agonizing second that passed by. His eyes widened at the sultry tone you equipped; had he really worked so long to the point you were on your knees for him? “I...”

Yes, yes he had. It had been twelve hours, and you were worried sick. Not only that, the poor boy looked so tense and stressed, it had given you the urge to just strap him to the bed and force him to sleep, and nothing else. Knowing him, he wouldn’t have allowed himself the proper amount of hours of sleep, and food he needed to stay alive.

A part of him didn’t want to take advantage of your state, but a part of him already knew you wouldn’t let up until you got what you wanted; it’s not like he detested the idea of getting sucked off. “O-okay.”

He let out a small gasp as he felt you suddenly play with the zipper of his pants, your fingers ‘accidentally’ brushing against the growing erection he hadn’t noticed he had. You watched him carefully, fighting the urge to laugh as he arched his back against the couch; you didn’t want to embarrass him, you simply wanted to help him de-stress. 

Deciding you’d focus more on him than your own sadistic desires, you quickly halted your teasing and zipped open his fly, wasting no time to reach down the waistband of his navy blue boxers and pin-striped pants, erupting a gasp from him as he hadn’t been expecting it to escalate so fast.

Gingerly, you pulled out the hardening cock that seemed to twitch in your hold, only causing you to smile at the cute reaction. Though Shuichi’s facial expression had been incomparable to his cock. You had barely down anything to him, and his whole entire face flushed red, a hand already clamped over his mouth that concealed the lip he had been chewing at so aggressively. 

Stroking your thumb over the pretty pink tip of his cock, you cooed at it, already finding yourself craning your neck down to kiss the tip of it, causing Shuichi to jolt up from the light but impactive pressure on the tip of his cock. He found himself getting more alert, differing from his previous state of mind where he had barely been able to register what had been happening at the door.

Tired, lolling eyes from earlier converted into wide, lustfully lidded golden eyes that bore into your own coloured irises. The only difference between the two pairs of eyes had been the soft domineering gaze you set upon the boy who seemed to be putty in your hands and mouth. 

Winking at him, you felt confidence grow in you as you heard him slightly whimper and wine through the futile coverage of his hand over his mouth, and so, with suave, you slid the eager cock into your mouth, tapping it over your lips and tongue before deciding to suck the entire thing in, in one go. The near-scream Shuichi emitted definitely helped you take the entirety of him inside your mouth. 

You let out a small hiccup as you felt him throbbing in your throat, eyes wide and nose deep in the base of his shaft as your lips had almost been able to kiss the base of his cock. Keyword; almost.

With tear-filled eyes, you moaned onto his cock that only seemed to fit in half of your mouth before you started gagging. The small choked gasps from your side seemed to be in earshot of Shuichi, as he reached down to check on you- his hand was caught mid-way as you took a deep breath through your nose and fit the rest of his length down your throat. At this point, tears had been falling down your face uncontrollably, and you had been too busy massaging the base of his cock and balls to try and wipe them off.

“S-S/o— Y-you shouldn’t- F-fuck, I’m already so close, please don’t stop…!” He whined in a broken voice, head spinning and eyes rolling to the back of his head as he practically heaved out pants against the couch behind him. You felt your own thighs tremble as you heard him lose character, cussing; something you didn’t know he’d ever do. It sounded foreign in his voice, but was it strange that you actually liked how it sounded?

Moans and pleas spilled out of his drooling mouth like a running faucet; he noticed it only seemed to egg you on, in which, he wasn’t sure he liked or feared. He was highly certain he wouldn’t be able to last long—the thought hit him like an 80-pound brick as you dragged your tongue on the sensitive underside of his cock. “Hhnn- Ah—!” He let out an embarrassingly high moan, though he didn’t seem to care enough to tend to the humiliation, as he had currently been occupying his mind with the fact you had been sucking him off and sucking him off good.

His neck and thighs twitched as he writhed, not able to hold back the urge to pull your hair as he felt like he was going to lose it if he didn’t. Reaching down quickly, he yanked your hair upwards, in a force that didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would. It seems, even during moments like these he was always gentle with you. 

Rewarding him for the action, you hummed muffled praises he couldn’t hear, but could definitely feel the effect of it against his cock. Vibrations shot up from between his legs to up the trail of his spine, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his entire body. 

You felt his clammy hand that had kept hold of your hair, push you down onto his length roughly, causing you to stifle a surprised choke as you felt his tip hit the very back of your throat. “S-Shui—” You couldn’t even say half his name properly. 

With tears streaming down your face, you shut yourself up and took it, bobbing your head up and down faster—to which he rewarded you with shaky, blissful sobs. God, did you wish you could see his expression right now. 

At the thought, your slightly red eyes darted up to his face, which seemed to be staring right back at you with his own tear-brimmed gaze. “S-S/o...!” He whined out, a few stray tears falling as he felt his climax approach him. Throwing his head back, you lost sight of his flushed, slobbering face as he rested the back of his neck against the couch. 

“Close..! Close! Hah- Hnngg! Please, I need to- to—!” Shuichi cut himself off, mouth contorting into an ‘O’ shape as he tensed his thighs underneath your clawed grip, feeling his well-deserved orgasm finally hit him. You suctioned your mouth around his length especially hard, eyes squeezing shut as you felt him pulsating against the walls of your sore throat.

You could feel the milky white, nearly translucent cum shoot down your throat and, as you usually do, you let it slip down your throat with no complaints—and it wasn’t as if you could try spitting it out; Shuichi’s cock had been so far down your throat, he had been practically been shooting it directly down your throat, giving you no chance to swallow. 

You felt his cock shudder, twitch and go flaccid in your mouth; so with a final drag of your lips, you trapped any leftover semen within the insides of your lips and licked whatever had escaped the bindings of your aching mouth. Shuichi remained heaving against the couch, his hand that had previously been holding onto your hair with a death-grip, weakened and dropped to the side of your face.

Bringing his head back down from the thrown back position on the couch, he stared down at you who had still been seated between his legs, your cheek resting against his thigh as you watched him with a soft and infatuated gaze. After such a feat, to look at him like that; he felt like he was on cloud 9. He truly wondered what he had done to deserve a blow job like that, and someone like you to give him such a thing after neglecting you for twelve hours, he felt terrible for you yet also fortunate to have you. His gaze, despite still fucked-out and slightly mind-blown, held worry for you. 

With his already red face going even more crimson, he brought his hand down to the side of your head to stroke your face tenderly. Still heaving out pants, he stuttered out quiet words of gratification, “... T-thank you. For that.” To which you only grinned cheekily at, head turning to gently nibble and kiss at the inside of his thigh, causing a small yelp to erupt from him. 

Your hand gripped onto his thigh, making sure to immobilize him and his squirming as you sucked a hickey onto his thigh. “Hh-!” Shuichi could only whimper at the pressure, his free hand going up to wipe away the tears that formed from earlier, and the ones that had been forming currently. 

[scara-meow-che]

there's something satisfying when you make a tall man crumble as you have him under your grasp like literally.

imagine overstimulating himbo! tohma as he has his arms tied up behind a chair, his cock twitching in your hand, close to coming but the cockring made it hard for him to do so.

cw : use of lace as a cockring, sub! tohma, sub-dom dynamics, cum eating, praising, femdom

"awe, have you have enough baby?" you coo, eyes softening to meet his tear-filled ones. he shakes his head, body trembling as you stopped your rush movements on his aching cock.

"n-no, please. more, i want more—a-ah... f-fuck that's so good." he moans, his voice going high pitched as you squeeze around the head, using your spit to swirl a thumb on the sensitive tip.

you can see his hips cutely buckling up to meet your hand that now idly wrapped around the middle of the shaft. and you let him jerk himself off with your hand, watching him make a lewd mess out of himself.

"ain't you the cutest? you don't even need me to fuck your needy slutty cock with my hand since you're already doing a good job using it." you smiled, seeing a darker shade of red to glow on his cheeks. you knew how embarrassed he was but you still let him thrust up to your hand and just listened to him moaning and crying out your name.

how many times was it? the times he had dry orgasms after you put the pretty red lace around the base of his cock? how many times had he begged for you to make him come? hearing him cry like this? tearing up like this?

"h-hnngg... i am so close, it h-hurts. i w-wanna come so badly," he pleads, directing his gaze at your awaiting form. "please f/n, please make me cum? i've been a good boy right? please make your good boy come?"

it's really adorable, how you could make a tall and strong man into your own subby, needy, baby.

"awe, how can i resist my baby begging to me like that?" and you let go of your hand around his dick, sliding a finger all the way from the tip down to the base where the pretty red lace was wrapped around tightly on him. and you pulled at the makeshift cockring, loving how tohma's body shakes together with his cock twitching.

as he was overstimulated beyond what he can handle, with just a flick of your thumb on the tip had the pretty boy shoot his thick and creamy cum in the air, some stained your hand as you started jerking all his pent-up load. some even reached his chest as his cock was standing tout directly towards his torso.

tohma heaves in heavy intakes of air, his whole body burns at how amazing it was to be fucked like that. after a fee seconds of milking him dry, his whole form slumps down the chair, breathless and reeling in the post-hase of his orgasm.

but it's not yet over. no, he still has one thing to do and that's what you love more when you make a tall and strong man like tohma putty under your control.

"baby? i think you're forgetting something." he quickly looked up at you and saw you reaching out your hand souled with his cum. "go clean it up for me?"

tohma nods, ah, he is such an obedient and sweet boy!! with what strength he can pull off at that moment, he straightened his back and went to crane his neck on level with your hand, pulling out his tongue and slowly lick all his cum on your fingers and palm. he maintained eye contact with you, those glossy eyes just peering up so cutely while he taste himself on your hand.

"such a good boy for me, tohma," you adoringly muttered while using your other hand to brush his hair. -"always so good for me, do you want your reward now or would you want me to prepare you a bath and rest first?"

he pauses and shakes his head, "wanna clean you up first then rest," he replies and continued in sucking on your skin. it didn't take him long to clean all his mess up, earning him a kiss from you.

[fandomsonrequests]

how was that?

fandom: ATEEZ

characters: kim hongjoong 

reader: gender neutral but female anatomy 

warnings: smut, some swearing, protected sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT KIDS), dirty talk, first time sex, multiple pile orgasms, 18+

a/n: i wanna apologize if this took too long :’)) school is keeping me busy and I suck at writing smut so- 

italics mean flashbacks

requested by anon 

It's just a regular evening with your boyfriend, Hongjoong. You both had come home from a long day at work and were practically ready to unwind. One of these watching one of your favorite films. It was your turn to pick and you settled on a classic rom-com film: Clueless.

Hongjoong didn’t react to the film as he usually would. Initially, you just brushed it off as him being tired all the time. After all, it wasn’t easy to produce music daily. But as the movie went on, he remained distracted and a bit tense.

You glance up from your spot by Hongjoong’s side to see him nervously grinding his teeth together. Though his eyes were trained onto the television screen in front of you two, you could tell his thoughts were elsewhere. Your brows furrow together in worry as you wonder what he was thinking of.

He jumps in surprise when he feels your hand lay upon his thigh. “______,” He breathes. “What’s wrong..?”

“I should be asking you that.” You tell him with a soft smile. You shift around on the couch to face him, hand coming up to cup his cheek.

He leaned into it instinctively, his long eyelashes fluttering as he closes his eyes. A tired sigh escapes him and he moves to nuzzle into your neck. His arms wrap securely around your waist while yours comes up to brush through his hair.

“Long day, love?” You whisper into his temple after turning off the television. You receive a muffled sound of affirmation.

“Well, it’s not just that…” Hongjoong admits as he pulls away from your hold. His gaze flits around, landing everywhere but on you. Okay- something was definitely bothering him. “Uhm, remember what happened last week? You know… on the couch..”

Ah, that.

It was one of those days where you couldn’t keep your hands off of each other. And before you knew it you were straddling across Hongjoong’s lap, his hands on your thighs as you kiss him feverishly.

He has admitted to you that he’s never had any sort of experience before. And you were fine with that. Usually, it was him that initiated all these touches and kisses and you’d later take the lead and carry on with it. It never really got past the heavy petting and breathtaking kisses though as Hongjoong would suddenly get nervous midway and stop altogether.

He felt bad that he couldn’t please you but you didn’t mind. As long as he was ready, that was all that mattered to you.

This time though, Hongjoong felt like he was ready. Or at least he thought he was.

The moment you reached under his shirt to feel him up his whole body tensed and you immediately pulled away. He wrings his hands together in embarrassment and buries his face into his hands. “I’m so sorry,” he apologized through his fingers.

You rush to comfort him, hugging him and patting him on the back. “It’s okay love, I can wait.” You cup his chin gently and smile down at him reassuringly. “I can wait.”

“What about last week?” You prod, brows furrowed.

You were scared that you had done something wrong that caused him to be uncomfortable. You’ll never live it down if you did. Guilt starts to eat away and settle into your gut like a disease when Hongjoong reaches out to lace his hands with yours.

He gulps down his anxiousness and looks up at you with a determined glint in his eyes.

“I think I’m ready.”

Those four words lit a fire in your eyes and suddenly, your whole mood shifted. But first- “A-are you sure? I don’t want you to feel like you’re forced into this-“

“I’m sure,” Hongjoong cuts you off. And he makes his statement pretty clear when he took the back of your head and pulled you to him, smashing his lips against yours.

You waste no time then, straddling his hips and placing kisses across his face. You wanted to warm him up a little, reassure him that you’d be gentle with him. After all, it is his first time ever. He giggles quietly under you, which makes you laugh in return.

But the cute mood shifts when he boldly cupped your ass with his palms and elicited a surprised squeak from you. You pulled away with hooded eyes, a playful smirk across your kiss swollen lips.

The sight of you just about ready to ravish him made the young man flush a bright red. This didn’t go unnoticed by you though and you couldn’t help but tease him a little. “You’re so cute~” You coo to him, grinding your hips down.

He stifles out a small moan and the blush travels up to his ears. You always managed to make him weak in your hands and he loved it. His moans grew louder as he felt your lips latch onto his jaw, sucking and nipping gently at the skin there. His head rolled to the side to give you more access and his hand clutch desperately at the fabric of your shorts.

“_____,” He stammers when he felt you grind against him again.

“Yes baby?” You mutter against his skin, pressing a loving kiss to the jugular of his neck and pulling away to face him.

“P-please touch me,” He whimpers, warm brown eyes wide pleading with you.

Who were you to deny your lover’s request?

You nod your head and peel yourself away from him. Your hands trailed over to the hem of his sweater, gently slipping under it and running your hands over his soft skin. You practically drink in the sound of his sweet moans and quiet whimpers, feeling him grow hard under your touch.

Hongjoong gasps when your fingers brush across his pert nipples, your nails offering a sweet kind of sting. Your touch was like fire to his skin, allowing him to take in every single sensation. He raised his arms over his head and helped you tug off his shirt and sweater, tossing it to the side without a care in the world.

“Wait-” You tell him. You get up off of him and he whines when the pressure on his straining erection against his pants was taken away. You chuckle at this and hold out your hand, pulling him up and heading over to the bedroom you shared with him.

He flopped back against the bed, lightly bouncing against the mattress as you crawled on top of him. You kiss down his neck and chest, littering a constellation of lovebites across his collarbone. It was nothing too obvious but it would take a few days for it to completely disappear.

Hongjoong’s back arches when your tongue darts out against his nipple, your hand reaching down and palming him through his pants. “B-baby,” He called out, his fingers tangling themselves in your hair as you went lower. “_____, I w-wanna touch you,”

“Later, Joong.” You tell him, sitting up and unbuttoning his pants. “I want to make you feel good first.”

He opened his mouth to protest when you suddenly reached in and pulled out his cock, the head weeping with copious amounts of pre-cum. Hongjoong flushed an embarrassed shade of red, looking away when he saw just how aroused he was. This was a good sign to you on the other hand. It meant that he was comfortable with you.

“Look at you baby boy,” You coo and lean down once more. Your warm breath and the pet name you gave him sent shivers down his spine. “You’re so beautiful.”

He lets out a cry when your hand wrapped around his length, giving him slow but firm strokes as you mouth over the head of his cock. He takes his lip between his teeth and sneaks a peek at you. The way your eyes fluttered shut as you sucked him off, your cheeks hollowing as you took more of him into his mouth sent another wave of arousal through him.

Your free hand laid against his thigh, running along his soft skin and keeping them from closing around your head. It was cute to be honest; how you could turn this confident man into putty with just your touch. You could feel his fingers grasp at your hair as you take him in down to the hilt, feeling him hit the back of your throat.

“Y-your mouth is so w-warm,” He pants out, grateful for the fact that you haven’t moved yet to allow him to adjust. If you moved anymore he might just cum right then and there. “Fuck,”

You hum in amusement and massaged both his thighs, looking up at him from between his legs. That was when you started to bob your head, slow at first to get him used to how it feels. The second you do though, he sits up from the bed, the feeling of your cheeks hollowing him in and the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat sends a sudden rush of pleasure to him.

He curls over you at the overwhelming pleasure, gripping your hair tightly as you speed up with your movements. “Hnngg- _____,” He tried calling out to you, panting when you hum around him. “I- I’m close-“

You pull away with a lewd pop, a string of saliva mixed with his slick connecting your plush lips to his length. “Already?” You tease, thumbing at the slit of his cock. “Is it that good baby? Tell me~”

He could only nod as he bucked up into your hands, eyes screwed shut as he tried to hold himself back for you. “P-please, lemme cum, please, please, please-“

“Go ahead baby boy, don’t let me stop you.”

Your mouth goes back on him again. That was enough to cause Hongjoong to tip over the edge, letting out a drawn out moan as he came, releasing long white ribbons of his cum down your throat. You hum around him as you gently suck to milk him through his orgasm, making him whimper from the sensitivity.

He threw himself back on the bed, panting as he caught his breath. A dazed smile plays on his lips and you crawl up beside him, a hand gently massaging his side and legs. “How are you feeling?” You ask him, brushing away the strands of hair that clung to his forehead.

You laugh when he raises a hand, telling you to wait as he recuperates. “What about you?” He rasps when he finally regains some of his strength back.

“What about me, love?”

“You haven’t cum..” He says, eyes wide and pleading.

You hum, feigning some sort of contemplativeness. “You think you still have the energy?”

He nods excitedly, eyes sparkling. He was so ready to please you and give you everything you needed. It melted your heart how you ended up with someone so compassionate and giving- no matter what situation you find yourself in.

With his permission, you stand up from the bed and strip yourselves of your clothes. You could feel Hongjoong’s eyes rake over your form, taking in every single curve, every single mark on your body. He felt like he was in the presence of an ethereal being- like you were sculpted by the gods themselves.

He sat up from the bed, pulling you towards him. Your wet cunt making contact with his length caused another wave of arousal to go through him, his cock slowly hardening once again. You moan softly when he pulls you onto his lap, mouthing along your collarbones and shoulders. He was praising you with his soft lips, a silent language of love falling from them.

He ground his hips up into you, making you throw your head back. You could feel yourself practically dripping as he ruts himself up against you. You’ve spent several nights to yourself only imaging how this would feel like but now that it was actually happening, it was hard to wrap your head around it.

“You’re so beautiful,” Hongjoong whispers against your skin. His hands roam your body, feeling you up as his kisses travel down to your clavicle. “I love you so much _____.”

Your eyes soften as he mutters these words to you. “I love you more,”

“Whaaat?” He whines with a tiny shake of his head. “That’s impossible because I love you more.”

“Oh yeah?” You challenge him as you gently push him back against the bed. You lace your fingers with his as you pin his hands by his heads, slowly moving your hips against his.

His words are cut off by a choked moan but he manages to mutter out a response. “Y-yeah.”

“Let me prove you wrong then..” You lean over him to take out a condom from a drawer, his tongue darting out to gently suck on one of your nipples. Your movements falter when he reaches up to massage your neglected breast while he lavishes the other, making your eyes squeeze shut from the pleasure.

“Joong,” You warn and gently pry him away from you. He whimpers at the loss of contact to which you comfort him with a kiss to his nose. “You’re really so adorable, baby boy. I promise, next time you can touch me all you want. This time it’s about you. Okay?”

You waste no time in ripping the packet open and rolling the rubber along his length. He twitches under your touch, thighs tensing when your fingers guided himself to your entrance. You look towards him, seeing him glup some of his nervousness down. You lean forward to kiss him softly, feeling him melt into it almost immediately.

“You ready?” You ask.

“Just q-quit teasing me, please.” He managed to joke despite the mood, making you huff out an amused noise.

You settle yourself over him once more and sink down against him. Your moans mix with his as he bottoms out within you. Your walls contract around him and he shift sub onto his elbows, once more overwhelmed with the feeling of you around him. One of his hands reaches out grabs onto the plush skin of your waist, grounding himself to reality.

Your hand settles over his as you wiggle your hips. “You okay there, tiger?” You muse, pressing your forehead against his.

“Y-Yeah,” he pants out. “Fuck your so tight, baby- God,” he tilts his head back and lightly bucked his hips up to you.

After a few moments of letting him adjust to you, you start to move your hips- slow at first, drawing out more moans from his pretty lips. His eyes flutter shut at the feeling of his arousal slowly tightening in his stomach mixed with the way your velvet walls squeezed around him.

The sound of skin against skin resounds through the room along with your soft pants and Hongjoong’s pleads for you to just go faster. You bounce your hips faster, his pelvis rubbing deliciously against your sensitive clit.

“Shit Joongie you fill me up so well,” You praise, sitting up and settling your hands over his chest. With his hands freed, your boyfriend took this as a chance to feel you up, his hands coming up to squeeze your breasts, your thighs, your ass- anything it lands on.

The knot in Hongjoong’s tummy tightens- just about ready to snap as he feels his orgasm come close. He plants his feet into Th embed and pathetically met your thrusts with his own, amplifying the pleasure all the more. His back arches when you gave a particular squeeze around him.

“_-____, I’m gonna- can’t- ‘m close,” he stutters out, mind too fucke don’t to form any real words.

“Cmon baby boy, c-cum,” You coax him. “Cum for me, I wanna hear you”

A couple of more bounces from your hips and he goes slack, his orgasm ripping through his body violently. He throws his head back and called out your name repeatedly, seeing nothing but stars as he cums. His grip on your hips don’t relent, no doubt leading bruises to form later.

The way his head was thrown back, beadlets of sweat falling down his pretty throat full of your marks, his hair strewn about his head and his back arched in a perfect bow was enough to cause your orgasm to come crashing down upon you. It was a sight to behold, a perfect portrait of erotica.

Pants and ruffling of sheets now fill the room as you collapse on top of your lover. You press lazy kisses to his cheeks and temples as you help him come down form his high and bask in the afterglow.

You let him lay there for a while when you roll off, pulling off the condom and disposing of it properly. You head over to the bathroom, legs somewhat wobbly, to grab a warm washcloth before returning by Hongjoong’s side.

“How was that for your first time, baby?” You ask him as you help clean him up.

“That.. that was amazing.” He replies. He weakly gestures for you to come closer and when you do, he pulls you into a tight embrace. “Thank you for being patient with me.. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Hongjoong.” You kiss him softly, a grin forming on both your lips.

[storytaeme]

big and small – day 6

spoopy kinktober drabbles – NC17

➵ Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Park Jimin

➵ Prompt: Size Difference     ↪ content: hand job, blow job, riding, size kink, facial

➵ Word Count: 1,782 words

Taehyung had a thing for hands. Hands, to him at least, were the prettiest part of the human anatomy. One’s hand open in greeting, closed in rejection. Each carved line that spans across the palm like rivers in a barren desert. They said that the lines told a lot about the person, but Taehyung figured otherwise. Taehyung found it in the fingers. Every finger connected by joints, stretching long and curling. There was an elegance to long fingers that could dance over piano keys or aim for the sky in a splendid dance routine. Those were Taehyung’s own fingers—long and awkward, a little bit wonky, but still graceful in its own way. But Taehyung liked things softer, less prominent.

Smaller hands. Taehyung thought that it spoke a lot about the person as a character and he had found that in Park Jimin. Park Jimin and his shorter fingers, barely reaching half of Taehyung’s own length when they compared them to each other when they were giggling drunk. Park Jimin who was sweet and soft like cotton candy, but had a bite that could rival that of a ferocious canine.

Taehyung might’ve said that he saw the feistiness in Jimin coming through his hands, but maybe that was just an excuse for him to stare at the boy’s hands a little longer.

“Tae,” Jimin’s voice drew him out of his trance, his gaze flicking up to meet his friend’s, “are you okay? You’ve been staring for a while.”

Well, it was hard not to when Jimin’s cute hand was wrapped around his massive cock. Taehyung wasn’t going to lie, he was confident in the size of his dick. It looked like it could “split my ass into two” as Jimin had so eloquently said the first time he saw it. But it looked even better with Jimin’s fingers curled around it.

“‘M good,” he grunted.

Jimin smiled, eyes crinkling into crescent moons. He nodded before continuing to work on Taehyung’s cock. His hand, wet with lube, stroked slowly, his fingers twisting around Taehyung’s cock. His tongue peeked out between his plump lips, his brows furrowed in concentration. God, he loved how much effort Jimin put in to making him feel good.

They’ve had this arrangement for a while now, just to release pent up stress from days of grueling practice and building testosterone. It started off with sneaking soft kisses after a long day, then Taehyung’s hands had come to roam the expanse of Jimin’s abs. Finally, Jimin had snuck his hand down Taehyung’s sweatpants one day and the rest was history. While Taehyung liked hands, Jimin definitely had a thing for cocks—namely Taehyung’s.

“You’re so big, Tae,” Jimin licked his lips, whining a little as he squirmed.

Taehyung hummed in response, his fingers tangling in Jimin’s hair as the boy gave the tip of his cock kittenish licks. He held his hips down despite his desire to fuck Jimin’s mouth and gritted his teeth as he watched Jimin’s thick lips take in the tip, stretching to stuff the thick girth in. It was hypnotizing to see how much of Taehyung’s cock Jimin could take, how his jaw would slacken before taking in the throbbing head into his mouth and sticking the length deeper down his throat.

His teeth scraped the sensitive skin ever so slightly, leaving Taehyung to clench his jaw as he released a deep moan he had been swallowing. Jimin giggled at that, hot breath kissing his cock.

Jimin sucked cock like a champ, suckling and licking, making slurping sounds that he knew drove Taehyung crazy. He didn’t even try to keep it quiet, not even when the other members were just walls away from them. Jimin let out whimpers and whines, little mewls that only proved to painfully harden Taehyung’s throbbing member.

“Mmm,” he groaned, “you taste so good, Tae.” His tongue darted out to collect the bead of precum that had rolled down the length before dipping into the slit and pressing hard. Taehyung nearly jerked his knee into the other boy’s face, but instead he squeezed his eyes shut and relished in what was left of his sanity.

He took Taehyung in again, the long thickness filling up the tightness of Jimin’s mouth. It was incredible to see how Jimin’s small mouth could take in so much. Taehyung could feel his cock hit the back of his throat, Jimin gagging a little before he loosened his lips even more, sliding them over the length. The boy swallowed around the cock, his hand reaching to pump what was left of Taehyung’s cock that couldn’t fit into his mouth.

“J-Jiminie, come up here,” Taehyung fumbled, trembling arms gesturing for him to come towards  him. “W-Want my cock in you,” he muttered.

Taehyung liked foreplay, he really did. But days like these he was just too impatient and would rather bury himself in the tightness of Jimin’s ass rather than wait any longer. Jimin nodded obediently, shimmying out of his pants and tossing them carelessly aside. “I don’t need prep,” Jimin beamed, “did it myself earlier.”

Fuck, the image of Jimin fucking his own fingers—maybe in the bathroom of the dance studio, biting his lips to muffle his moans, risking getting caught by any of the managers or coaches. Fuck. All the blood in Taehyung’s body rushed south between his legs, causing his cock to twitch in demand.

Jimin was cute with his hands bunching up his sweater just above his chest, his pert nipples in full view, tantalizing. He quickly rolled down a condom down the boy’s cock before positioning himself, straddling Taehyung’s lean body. He slowly sank down on Taehyung’s cock, pupils dilating with every inch of Taehyung’s cock that filled him up. “S-shit, you’re so big,” Jimin whined, pushing down again until Taehyung was buried to the hilt. He sat there, eyes squeezed shut, his ass clenching Taehyung’s length. “Mmm, I’m so full,” he moaned, “want to be full of your come too.”

They’ve never fucked without a condom before, but Taehyung certainly wasn’t opposed to it. Maybe one day. Jimin started bouncing, his heavenly thighs exerting enough effort to lift him up and letting him drop again, each time allowing the tip of Taehyung’s cock to hit him a little deeper. He bounced and bounced, his small cock—fuck, his small cock—seeming to twirl in temptation.

Taehyung brought his hand up to cover the boy’s cock. God, the difference was something else. Taehyung’s hand could engulf the entire thing as he pressed down on it. Jimin let out a small cry of pleasure as he chanted “yesyesyesyes” and nudged his hips forward, cock into Taehyung’s hand.

“You’re so tiny, Jiminie,” Taehyung murmured, palming the tip of Jimin’s cock before using his fingers—his fingers were more than enough—to jerk Jimin off. Jimin started sobbing then, the good kind of crying that Taehyung was familiar with. “So small, look at you. I could use three fingers and it would cover up your tiny cock, baby.”

Jimin’s lips quivered, thighs quaking in response. “So small, I’ve got a small cock, Tae,” he whispered.

“Yes, baby, you’re so small. You can’t ever fuck me, can you? You can’t even fill up your own hand,” Taehyung hummed. Jimin’s lips parted in a gasp as he released another cry, rutting his hips up so Taehyung could touch him again. “Your cock is bouncing like that, but it’s tiny. It’s so cute,” Taehyung chuckled.

The slightly older boy groaned, riding Taehyung harder and faster. It felt so good to have Taehyung fill him to the brim while his cock was getting the right stimulation it needed. Taehyung kept cooing at his small cock, Jimin shaking on top of him as he sobbed, riding Taehyung faster to match the erratic beating of his heart.

“Jiminie, you’re so cute, look at you. What a good boy you are,” Taehyung pants, tossing his head back in satisfaction. Jimin preens at the comment, grinning as he continues to fuck himself on the boy’s cock. “Especially your small cock. Bet the other hyungs would love to taste your little cock, hm? Do you want them to watch you like this? See your cock so small and cute.”

“Fuck, fuck,” Jimin gasped, back arching as he whined again, his hands planting on Taehyung’s thighs behind his back. “Hnngg, Tae, f-fuck, I’m going to—”

“That’s right, baby, your little cock’s going to come?” Taehyung urged, “I want to see that. Be a good boy, Jiminie, come for me.”

Jimin dropped himself a few more times before his cock was twitching in Taehyung’s fingers, spilling spurts of white all over the two of them. Taehyung’s fingers worked on milking the length, pushing it and squeezing out every droplet of pleasure left inside of him. The entire time, Taehyung murmured what a good boy he was, what his cute cock could do.

Out of breath, Jimin pulled himself off Taehyung with a groan before yanking off the latex from the other boy’s length. “Come on my face,” Jimin said, lungs seizing up, “want your come all over my face, Tae.”

Fuck. Taehyung nodded and shakily got on his knees. Jimin nuzzled his face into Taehyung’s cock, sticking out his tongue from his small mouth, thick lips moistened with his spit. He wished he could take a picture and commemorate this moment, but there were more pressing matters at hand. His hand wrapped around his length, stroking and feeling his cock twitch. God, he was so hard and so close. Jimin was there before him, face so close to the tip of his dick, mouth open as if begging for liquid to sate his parched throat.

“I wanna taste you, Tae,” Jimin whined, “want your come on my tongue, on my face.” His hand rubbed his cock as he squirmed.

And that was perhaps the last straw and Taehyung pumped his cock a few more times before white strings splayed across the other boy’s face. It was like a work of art; Jimin’s creamy skin layered with abstract streaks, over the curve of his swollen, pink lips and his long, pretty lashes. The greatest paintings of the seventeenth century could never compare to how magnificent Jimin looked in that moment. He looked absolutely euphoric, eyes closed and relishing in the sensation.

“Thank you,” he murmured. Taehyung leaned forward, meeting his lips to the other boy’s. He could taste his own come and, rather than feeling revolted, he could fee his cock stir again.

“Really?” Taehyung chuckled against his lips, glance dropping to Jimin’s small hand wrapped around his cock again.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

[kpopsecretwizard]

Samples of Fics

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The lineup for coffee has gotten significantly longer, hitting the 8 AM rush. The sun is reflecting off something shiny and the reflection is hitting Baekhyun straight in the right eyeball, causing him to squint slightly as he takes the next order. The rather prickly lady impatiently shoves her phone in his face to scan and he grimaces, hoping that it looks like he’s smiling as he uses the scanning gun. Raina, as he finds out when she prattles it out for him to write it on her cup, moves to the side to wait for her drink and the next customer walks forward. The customer is tall, blocking the blinding reflection torturing Baekhyun’s retina. The stranger looks like a student, a backpack slung across one shoulder. He has a large scarf wrapped around his neck, his bottom lip hidden by the cloth. He has mittens on to protect him from the chills of early December. He’s wearing sunglasses with large frames, basically covering the rest of his face from view.

“Hi,” the person croaks out. It sounds like he had a really rough night. “May I have a…” He removes one mitten, using his free hand to push his sunglasses up to rest on top of his head. He squints at the menu before continuing, “a cortado? With…” He pauses and then sniffles. “with sugar please.”

The sudden removal of the offensive reflective beam of light has Baekhyun’s sight scrambling to fix itself, bursts of light floating in front of him. When it finally clears, he gets a good look at the customer’s face. He’s very attractive with high cheekbones and a nicely set jaw that’s mostly hidden by his scarf. He also looks VERY hungover with red- rimmed eyes and an expression of ultimate death. Baekhyun can relate.

“Sure thing! Would that be all for today?”

“Y…eah. Thanks.”

“That will be $3.25! May I have your name for the cup?”

“Hnngg…Tony Stark.”

“T…ony Stark.” Baekhyun professionally schools his expression, taking a breath before smiling politely, writing said name on the cup, adding little doodles beside it.

“Thanks…Tony Stark! Your order will be ready shortly. Have a fantastic day!”

Tony Stark manages a smile and a nod, the movement causing his sunglasses to fall back onto his nose bridge. He leaves it there as he makes his way to the side to wait for his order.

As Baekhyun takes the next order he hears Jongdae calls out “A cortado for Tony Stark!” confusion laced in his voice. Baekhyun closes his eyes for a brief second, willing the giggles away before continuing with his job, ringing in the money that was just handed to him. He sees the tall student with his cortado in hand leaving the coffee shop, hoisting his backpack further upon his shoulder before disappearing into the early morning bustle outside.

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He’s been staring at the same spot for well over two hours, mind completely fuzzy. Its like he’s on a buzz, but he feels a thousand times worse. Namjoon pokes his head through the door. The leader has dark circles under his eyes from exhaustion and stress. They all bear the physical signs of stress, now more than ever. None of them are really eating, none of them seem to have any real will to do anything. It hits Yoongi especially hard. He’s become a robot, eyes empty and hollow, a reflection of what he feels inside.

“Meeting with Bang PD-nim tomorrow morning,” Namjoon reminds him softly. Yoongi gives no indication that he even hears this, eyes fixed on some empty space in front of him. Once the smaller rapper gets into one of these trances, Namjoon knows there’s nothing he can do, so he closes the door and treads back into the room he shares with Jin.

The quiet click of the door snaps Yoongi out of his trance and he draws the blanket from him lap up to his face where he inhales deeply. The scent is very faint. If Yoongi didn’t try to distinguish the smell he’s looking for, he wouldn’t have smelt it. It was like this with all of the other’s belongings. Yoongi had smothered himself with so much of the other’s belongings in the beginning. It was all so familiar to him, so precious. And now slowly but surely it all began to slip away. The blanket that lay on his lap was the last thing that still held a fraction of his scent. And now even that was fading.

Just like him. The thought of him brings tears to his eyes and a small smile to his chapped lips. Yoongi can barely remember how the other laughed anymore, its been so long. He still recalls his dongsaeng’s face, where the smile lines were.

But he could no longer hear him laugh.

[p4lparker]

Lost

We both remained still, as if that would stop the embarrassment from setting in. Stiles was still pressed against my back, hell he was still inside me. I had never been so mortified in my entire life; I'd come close a couple of times, when I fell off the stage and broke my arm during the play in 6th grade, the time I ran into the front entrance doors at school last week and finally the first time I experienced my monthly friend- I was with Scott and Stiles at the time. But none of that even compared to having the Sheriff walk in on you doing the do… with his son. I truly hoped that, that didn't actually just happen and that we were experiencing some weird 'What if' scenario. I wished the earth would just swallow me whole- Stiles and his Jeep too. We were gonna get 'the talk' from Stiles' dad. The friggen Sheriff was gonna tell me to make sure his kid wraps it before he taps it. I changed my mind. That would be the most embarrassing moment of my life to date.

 I wriggled, and sighed waiting for Stiles to pull himself together and pull out. He got the message, grasping my hips and drawing his own back and away from- he was released from me with a mildly disgusting sound. I shimmied my tights and undies back up my legs, trying to right my rumpled and disturbed outfit- when I was fully dressed I turned to look at the man who'd just ravaged me.. He was too trying to redress himself, though he looked like he was going to be sick. I reached a hand out to him, but he flinched away slightly, before letting me rest my fingers gently on his lightly stubbled cheek.

He nuzzled into my touch before jerking back and moving to get into his Jeep. I followed suit, getting in and buckling up. The engine started and, the atmosphere inside was tense and almost awkward. The cab was silent, not even the load groaning of the old, abused engine was enough to distract from the tense silence. I looked over at Stiles, his face was still pale- he looked like he was going to pass out.. or die one of the two. I guess he felt worse than I did, I mean it was his dad catching him humping me at the side of the road. In the process of analysing Stiles, he turned to face me; his usually happy mocha coloured eyes looked sad. I felt him reach out and grasp my hand- he held it softly in his own, gently squeezing it every now and then. Though the cab still remained silent. He was comforting me, letting me know everything would work out.

 Even though Stiles took the long route home, we arrived at the Stilinski residence all too soon. The Sheriff's cruiser was already sat in the driveway, and the lights were on in the front room. He was there. He was waiting for us.. Waiting for the most uncomfortable conversation in the history if uncomfortable conversations to take place. Stiles heaved a heavy sigh and slowly let the air leave his lungs as he unbuckled his seat belt and gestured to the front door- with an awkward sort of nod, in its general direction. I followed his motions, unbuckling and jumping out of the cab as slowly as humanly possible. I wanted to prolong the time before the end of my sanity as much as I could. We were soon situated on the well-worn couch, Sheriff Stilinski sat in his armchair. He was leant forwards, his elbows resting on his knees; hands clasped in front of his mouth and eyebrows furrowed. I shifted my eyes to look at Stiles, he was sat on the couch next to me. He was sat in a similar way to his father, though he was running his fingers through his short hair- which was steadily becoming longer. I on the other hand, sat scrunched up, I was trying to hide from the embarrassment. I watched as the Sheriff looked up at Stiles and I- he looked almost as pale as us, and his hazel eyes looked haunted. He removed his hands from his mouth, rubbing them over his face as if trying to rub away the memories or to fend off an on-coming headache.

 "How long has this been happening? I think that's a starting point and we'll move on from there..." Sheriff asked, he sounded drained, and the worst was still to come.

 "Its recent.. as in very recent.. as in so recent we don't really know what's happening.. and just gahhh..." Stiles muttered, shifting awkwardly. I watched from the corner of my eye as he turned to face me. "I mean.. is there something happening? or like.. hnngg.." Stiles was rambling, it was uncomfortable to witness. But it was true, all he said was true, it was new and we didn't even know if there was actually anything happening between us. Which was suddenly making this whole exchange with his dad all the more painful and scarring for all involved. I turned my head fully to look directly at him, I looked directly into his eyes- searching him for answers. I didn't really know how I felt about the whole situation. I mean, I liked Stiles- I was friends with him. And I really liked having sex with him. But was there more to it? Were there other feelings there? I wasn't sure. And from the lost look in his eyes, neither was he. I turned to face his dad.

 "In all honesty, we aren't sure. We don't really know what's happening between us. But when we do figure it out, we'll let you know?" I said it all as a question, before looking to Stiles for confirmation. He nodded, which made me release a breath of wasn't even sure I was holding. Turning to face the Sheriff again and he just looked bemused, as if mine and Stiles' explanation was stated in Klingon or something.

 "Right, well that's by not all that insightful.. but I guess it'll do for now. Next question, you protected yourselves right? Cause pregnancy isn't the only thing that can happen... I mean there are other issues here, not saying that either of you have other issues.. but you need to be safe about this type of stuff.. A kid isn't for Christmas- its for life.." Stiles' dad said, and he looked even more humiliated to be saying things like that. I think I could even see his cheeks burn a light red at the end of his little rant. I could feel the laughter bubbling up inside, this was awkward enough- I did not need to be bursting into a fit of mortified giggles. I felt Stiles grab my hand and squeeze hard, letting me know not to bust up.

 "Look dad, we get it. We have been safe, and if it happens again or anymore we will continue to use protection. But the kid comment.. this is a safe sex conversation.. not an adopt a dog commercial. It was just painful. Now Y/N and I are gomna work on some homework and stuff.. Later Dad..." Stiles said shaking his head. The Sheriff nodded his head, Stiles grabbed my hand and began to lead me to the stairs- we were half way up them before we were stopped by his Dad calling after us.

"And leave the door open.." The Sheriff's voice seemed to carry itself behind us- like a creepy stalker. I cringed, feeling almost like he was saying it directly into my ear, that phrase had an effect on Stiles also- his whole body tensed, from his shoulders down to his feet. This moment seemed to drag on, almost for a life-time, before Stiles jerkily gripped my hand tighter and dragged me more quickly up the stairs.

 To say the next few hours were tense and incredibly awkward was the understatement of the century. Stiles and I barely made eye contact, let alone physical. It was painful, as soon as I stepped foot in his room, I was flooded with memories of what had transpired here only hours ago. I felt the familiar tingle and heat settle in the pit of my stomach, that thrill running through my body. And I was mortified, here we were in Stiles' room, studying and there I am practically moaning at memories! I tried to focus on the paragraph of information in front of me- but I just couldn’t reign in my imagination or my thoughts. Which kept drifting back to the way Stiles’ fingers had grazed over my skin, had gripped with an almost bruising strength. The way his lips had marked me as his own- blossoming purple splotches on my chest and stomach. I wriggled around on Stiles’ bed, trying to get rid of the lust that was rushing through my body- hoping that if I moved or changed the way I was sitting, it would stop me having those thoughts or memories trickling through my brain.

I crossed one leg over the other, so my thighs were pressed together in an attempt to create some much needed friction. Though my efforts were in vain, nothing would ease this ache. I looked around in frustration, the only way to help this situation was to help myself. I looked to Stiles, he was unfazed- it was almost as if this wasn’t affecting him at all. I shuffled along the bed, getting closer to him- I was trying to be subtle about things. Once I was sidled up to him, I could feel the heat his body was throwing off seep through the layers of clothes I had on covering my quaking body, excitement was running down my body trickling all the way to my trembling fingers.  I watched as Stiles, forced his eyes to stay on the page he was focused on- I allowed one hand to spider walk up his arm. Following the line of his body, my fingers reached his shoulder. I slide my body closer to his own, my head resting on his shoulder closer to his neck; that soft creamy coloured skin, that was practically begging me to colour it. Stiles turned his face to look at me, brows furrowed in concentration and confusion, his soft and full lips pouted and looking as kissable as always.

“What uhh, what are you doing?” He asked, his voice deeper from not being used for a time- it’s baritone sending a shiver down my spine and adding to the heat boiling over inside my belly. I just smiled in response, moving my beaming lips closer to the pale column of his throat. I watched his Adams apple bob as he swallowed. Biting my lip to restrain the giggle that was bubbling, I contained myself before puckering against the taunting skin before me. Gently I kissed my way up the length of his neck, I could feel Stiles shift beside me. I could tell he was beginning to feel the effects of my lips- I could feel the effects I was having on his body. He became tense; shoulders straightening and muscles taut, neck bending more to the side to allow me more access to that delectable creamy flesh, his breathing quickened, his bottom lip was drawn between his teeth and being bitten down on harshly, his mocha eyes were closed tightly. I sat, face nuzzled into the crook of his neck- lips attacking him, I let my hand wander down his body. I could feel his stomach muscles pulling in and dancing as my fingers tickled the skin carefully, before continuing their journey down to his lap. I rubbed my fingers gently over zipper, feeling his cock twitch in anticipation. Applying a little more pressure, I rubbed more fully on the bulge that was beginning to form. Scraping my teeth against his skin before sucking it into my mouth. I wanted to mark him as mine, for the world to see.

His answering groan was quiet, but I still heard it. Biting and sucking harder. Leaving my signature on his skin. My fingers were itching to relieve his zipper, to pull it down it’s track and release him- so I could see him and feel him, use my mouth or my hands for my own sick pleasure and his. But just as my fingers danced over to the top of his zipper- preparing to pull in down, I heard foot steps thudding up the stairs. I hastily pulled my hands and lips away from Stiles’ waiting body, shoving myself away from him and towards the head of his bed- picking up the book I’d left there I continued to ‘study’ the pages in front of me. I shifted my eyes to watch Stiles, he was shaking his head as if trying to rid the cobwebs or shake the lust from his system. I gazed at his eyes; they seemed darker almost black- like his dilated pupils.  I bit my lip as I held in the smirk that was begging to claim my features. I managed to get my mouth under control just in time, Stiles’ dad poked his head around the open.

“Hey. I uh, I just got called into work.. I don’t wanna be that Dad- but from what I saw today I think I have to be. So uhh, Y/N- I uh think it’s time you should go. Maybe you could study more at home or something, and you’re welcome to come around whenever I’m around and stuff. But for a couple of days I want you guys to cool it..” Sherriff stated, I could tell he felt awful for this- but I could also see his point. I mean, we were lucky in a way that it was him that caught us this afternoon. If it had been any other police office, they’d have surely written us up or even dragged us to the station. And that would have been even more mortifying than what had already happened. I just smiled tightly and nodded- beginning to pack up all of my stuff and preparing to leave.

“Dad, c’mon. Don’t you think that’s a little much? I mean with the door open and then asking Y/N to leave.. Is it really necessary?” Stiles began to protest, his voice tight. From being annoyed at my dismissal and the fact that he was sporting an impressive tent in his jeans. I grabbed his hand to try and stop the possible conflict that was brewing before me. I could see both Stillinski men were boiling with anger, that was yearning to be let loose. At the touch of my hand, Stiles calmed down slightly. Bowing his head as a way to show his acceptance and submission. I watched as the Sherriff sighed, shook his head and then rubbed a hand over his face- almost as if he regretted this. I just smiled in what was hopefully a reassuring manner. Shoving my books in my bag and grabbing it up off the floor I went to follow the Sherriff from Stiles room, though as I passed by the end of the bed Stiles stood and grabbed my hand. Preventing me from going too far, tugging me back to him. So our chests met abruptly, the hand that wasn’t gripping my own trailed its way up to my neck. Cupping it and pulling my face towards his own. Our lips met tenderly, just pushing gently against each other- until Stiles decided he needed more, until I was craving a more solid and substantial goodbye.

His lips pushed more furiously against my own, lips trying to pry my own open, his tongue seeking my own out to taunt and tease with his own. I felt his teeth nip at my bottom lip playfully before he let his tongue run along it to soothe any pain there may have been. Soon, almost too soon- he pulled back slowly. As if testing his restraint to not yank me back and kiss me to death. I smiled faintly at him and stroked my free hand over his cheek, feeling the faint stubble that was beginning to cover his lower face.

“Skype you when I get in? I’m gonna miss your face..” I joked, before pulling away from him gently as a throat being cleared was heard from the door way. I looked over my shoulder to see the Sherriff looking slightly bashful, before nodding his head to the hall next to him. I nodded, as I heard Stiles sigh again, nodding himself in answer to my previous question. I made my way from his room and house and began the short walk back home. It was empty, as I assumed it would be- I quickly ran up the stairs to my room. I jumped in the shower quickly, thinking quickly through the devious plan that had just sprung to my mind as I journeyed home. Once I had finished washing off I jumped out the shower and dried off quickly. I returned to my bedroom and checked that nobody was in still, it was starting to get dark, the house was still empty apart from me, I walked to my bedroom door and locked it- ensuring I wouldn’t be disturbed. I quickly raced to my drawers, searching through the ridiculous amounts of underwear and bras, investigating for a specific number I’d bought with hopes to wear it for someone special at some point. It appeared Stiles was that special person. I pulled on the blue lacy numbers. Jumping onto the bed and lying on my side, when I was ready, grabbing my laptop and setting to start up skype. I called Stiles quickly, making sure my camera was off for now- Stiles answered right away.

“Hey, you wanna carry on studying together? We could quiz each other?” I spoke into the mike, I watched as Stiles nodded- his mouth full off a handful or two of chips. I grinned, watching as he pulled out his books ready to start with studying.

“I’m sorry for the way my dad was acting earlier… It was just so embarrassing. And he had no right to throw you out or anything.. and I guess I’m just well sorry..” I could hear the aggravation in his voice watching as he shook his head, rubbing a hand over his face.

“Hey don’t worry about it, he was kinda right. Maybe we should cool off for a couple of days..” I stated nonchalantly, trailing off as a confused and upset look crossed Stiles’ face. I bit my tongue to stop the giggles from escaping.

“I uh..  I don’t understand what you mean.. And your camera isn’t on by the way..” Stiles uttered, his voice wavering slightly as he tried to wrap his mind around my words and their meaning- though he didn’t realise I was just playing with him like some kind of predatory animal playing with it’s prey before eating it. Though I wasn’t going to eat Stiles, I was just going to torture him some more.

“Yeah, maybe we should cool off.. But that doesn’t mean we have to stop seeing each other..” I say, smirking as I turn the camera on. I watched as he stared at the picture that revealed itself to him. His eyes widened slightly and his mouth dropped open, he raised one hand to run through his hair- fingers twisting and tugging on the ends of it. I could feel myself grin, and only hoped that it didn’t appear as feral as it felt.

“Oh god..” Stiles whispered as he stared desperately at the screen, captivated as I moved my hand to trail up and down my side- each time getting dangerously close to my breasts. I smirked as Stiles gulped, his eyes trained on my hand as I cupped on of my breasts giving a light squeeze- letting out a faint moan. Which had him almost growling in response.

“D-d-do you uhhh, need me to c-come over or something?” He whispered, watching intently as I continued to squeeze at my confined breasts. I shook my head giggling lightly.

“No, you stay right where you are babe. I’m gonna give you a little show..” I taunted before moving the laptop further away from me. I stood from the bed, turning my back to the screen- pressing play on my sound system- letting the music flow through the speakers. I listened to the beat of the song carefully before beginning to sway my hips in time. Turning to face the laptop again, I watched as Stiles leaned forwards in his seat, I slipped one hand up to the shoulder strap of my bra flicking it from my shoulder and letting it slip down, before doing the same to the opposite strap. I turned from him looking over my shoulder and watching as he bit his lip, I reached for the final strap on the bra- undoing it and letting the garment slide from my body completely. I swayed my hips a little more, shaking my ass to tease him a little more. I trailed my hands gently up and down my sides before pushing my thumbs into the lace cheekies I was wearing to rid them from my body. Once I was completely naked, I continued to sway my hips before I span to face the screen again Stiles was leaning back in his desk chair- his lip still between his teeth and one hand was suspiciously hidden underneath the desk. I grinned and let my hands wander to the apex of my thighs, feeling just how wet I was getting.

A groan came from the laptop on my bed, I watched as Stiles stood abruptly. He fumbled with his zipper and button on his jeans before he aggressively tugged his jeans and boxers down to his knees before he took his seat once more. I watched in interest as he pushed his chair back from the desk slightly and altered the angle of the screen so I could see all of him. His now black eyes were still glued to the screen, he spit on his hand and then lowered it to the place I had been dreaming of for the last few hours. His cock was standing to attention, resting on his belly- leaking slightly, I could almost see the thick veins straining on the underside of it, the head looked delicious as it was stained a dark pink waiting to be relieved by something; I licked my lips in anticipation and let a moan slip free, this man had a truly beautiful cock. I’d had him only mere hours before- but my body craved him all the more. He pumped himself slowly as he watched me standing bare before him, one hand buried between my thighs. I dipped my finger between the soaked folds, wetting my fingers before they led themselves to the sensitive bundle of nerves. I rolled it beneath my fingers, pressing with more pressure as I massaged in figure of eights. Stiles was watching avidly, moving his hand up and down his length more quickly. My eyes were glued to him pumping himself, he squeezed himself and lifted his hips up slightly.

“C-c-come closer, I want to see you.. Need to see you..” Stiles groaned out, I practically ran to the bed and threw myself onto it. I shifted the laptop around until it was at the foot of the bed and I was at the head of it- I bent my legs at the knees and then spread them to allow Stiles a view of how wet I was. Of how much I was wanting and needing him. I let my fingers wander back to my needy clit, rubbing and rolling at it letting out moans and mewling sounds at the pleasure and for Stiles’ benefit. I watched in fascination as he continued to pump himself furiously. I could feel a trickle of wetness drip from between my thighs.

“U-use your fingers.. Like I would.. O-o-one then add a-another for me..” Stiles moaned. I nodded, biting my lip as I did as he said. My finger was wet enough to slip in I pumped it in and out a few times slowly, allowing myself to get used to the sensation. I heard Stiles groan he was pumping himself quicker- nearing his end I could tell. The way his mouth was dropping open in an ‘o’ shape, and his moans were flowing freely and more quickly. I slid another finger inside myself, the wet sounds that were coming from me only excited the pair of us further- I swear the noises I was making only forced me to become wetter. I pushed my fingers quicker and more ferociously inside myself hoping to reach my end soon, as the coil of pleasure wound itself tighter and tighter within my belly. With one hand buried between my folds and pushing myself further towards that delectable ecstasy, my other hand drifted up to my breasts, I cupped my left one in my hand and massaged and squeezed. I moaned louder, I was so close. I just needed to push Stiles that little bit further.

“Stiles..” I whined out, I opened my eyes slightly and watched as Stiles pumped his hand up and down more forcefully two or three times before he tensed. His shoulders hunching. Hand stilling, I could feel the beginnings of my own peak wash over me. That coil finally snapping. It felt like a balloon had finally had too much air blown into it and burst from the pressure. A loud, almost embarrassingly loud, moan left my lips.

“Ffffuuuck..” I heard Stiles groan out. I knew he too had reached his end, filling his hand with his delicious essence, the one I wished I was tasting at this moment. I opened my eyes to see Stiles breathing heavily and almost in sync with myself.

“Well shit. I uh.. Really like studying with you..” Stiles chuckled cheekily. I grinned in response before laughing with him. I watched him quickly wipe his hand on a random serviette he had lying on his desk beside him. I just stayed where I was basking in the after-glow. Stiles and I continued talking about nothing in particular. The conversation was easy, considering we were both still partially naked or completely bare in my own case.

“Shouldn’t you like put some clothes on or something? Cause no offence but you’re uhh you’re kinda distracting me..” Stiles stated, I smiled and nodded. Leaving my position to pull on some undies and then searching for one of the many shirts I’d stolen from Stiles and yanking it on. I returned to my previous position on the bed and grinned as Stiles’ eyes flashed with recognition at the shirt he’d perhaps been looking for- yet was in my possession. I glanced to the clock at the bottom right hand corner of my computer screen and noticed the time, it was quite late and I should be getting some rest, considering I didn’t get much the night before. And I was going to see Stiles tomorrow anyways, he was picking me up for school.

We said our goodbyes, Stiles’ was only slightly disappointed- and I settled in to bed. Letting my thoughts wander to the brown eyed boy who’d just occupied my laptop screen, he was beginning to occupy more of my time and thoughts also. I smiled and let my eyes slip shut as my mind replayed the way Stiles would groan and moan, only making me more excited for what the next day and our next encounter would bring.