#im gonna be real here - Dark Urge feels to me how this game was meant to be played?? it is SO involved in the story i am shook??

[waffelteufel]

Thinking about them (My Dark Urge ending up so involved in the plot and having so much surprising content because of that awesome origin that I kinda can't go back to a regular Tav playhrough anymore) 🥰🥰

[berryunho]

hii a longg while back I had sent a long ask about how much I enjoyed the answer and had asked about what other cults/writing/media had inspired you when developing the storyline and its characters. In your response you had recommended a list of books that you enjoy/inspire you and I just wanted to share that I bought two of the books you recommended:) The Secret History by Donna Tartt and The Long Walk by Stephen King. It was so exciting and I thought of you as soon as I saw them at Barnes and Noble lol. It meant so much that you replied and recommended some great books because I really do enjoy your work and reading about how you come up with stuff when you write. This is so silly but I got so excited and wanted to tell you haha. You inspired me to start my book collection!! If you have any more recommendations please feel free to share if you would like🫶 I hope you have a great weekend!

OMG!!!!!!! im literally honored seriously this is so awesome !!! i really hope you enjoy the books and pls lmk what you think after you read them :] im actually touched for real thinking about you thinking about me hehehe <33 putting a read more before more recs !!! hehe

im gonna be so real with you i REMEMBER answering your ask and i remember giving some recs but i have scoured my blog (as well as i can w tumblrs shitty search mechanism) and i cannot find it to save my LIFEEEE so ill give some more recommendations but pls forgive me if i repeat a couple bc i cannot remember ... what i said ... LOLLL

so in no particular order here are some more books !! hehe

a canticle for liebowitz by walter miller jr (this book is from 1959 but its actually so funny and the vibes are immaculate)

the langoliers by stephen king (technically a novella but tell me why i have an urge to write an au like this LMAO)

giovanni's room by james baldwin (not like other books i recommend but very good)

chaos by tom o'neill (if you feel like learning about charles manson and the corruptness of the us government)

people who eat darkness by richard parry (if you feel like learning about a japanese serial rapist)

(this one is controversial but. we're adults.) a mother's reckoning by sue klebold (if you feel like learning about the columbine school shooting from one of the shooters' mothers' perspectives)

i probably recommended this BUT if you find yourself really liking stephen king (or even moderately liking him lol) i would. H I G H L Y highly recommend the dark tower series. it is amazing and incredible and i loved every second i spent reading it.

im gonna be so honest rn. i read the entire acotar series. do i think they're good books. no. but did i enjoy reading them and laughing at sarah j maas's writing style. yes. so [shrug].

and to finish i am currently reading dune (like everyone else) and its quite good along with a clash of kings which is. game of thrones. so. hard to read but fun.

but yeah !!!! thank you so much for thinking of me and taking my recommendations hehe it really means a lot !! like i said pls lmk what you think of the two that you got bc those are truly some of my favorite books ever :] <3

[plutonianrising]

the waiting game n.k.

pairing: nanami kento x f!reader

wc: 2.9k

description: reader has a knack for weaseling her way out of trouble but today nanami's knots are tied tight

a/n: this is incredibly self-indulgent im not sorry though

cw: f!reader, dom!namami, bratty reader, kink exploration, shibari, edgeplay, subspace, degradation, red/yellow/green light system, pwp

MINORS DNI PLS

“Your lack of impulse control is still pretty astonishing though,” Nanami cocks an eyebrow at you. “I doubt you could actually handle holding an orgasm off for 10 minutes let alone 45.”

You work to manage the urge to argue over him and prove his point. Calmly, with the most pleasant smile you could muster, you say “that’s what you’re here for. I promise to tell you when I’m close. Every time. Promise.”

He’s still skeptical of how seriously you’d take this. It’s hard to believe in you when you’re playing with your fingers behind your back and have a familiar wicked glint in your eyes. You had a knack for saying you’d listen well and then changing your mind halfway, opting to get your way just a little bit even if it meant punishment. Still, the sight of you begging for mercy is always a welcome one and the thought of it already makes his pulse jump.

“Alright. But I’m putting some precautions in place.” Nanami tells you. You purse your lips, already feeling like he’s set the game on hard mode.

“Whaaat kind of precautions?” You inquire, squinting.

“I’m restraining you so you can’t touch. This is a good time to start breaking that bad habit. Don’t you think so?” He smiles conspiratorially. It dawns on you now that you shouldn’t have come in so hot, boldly suggesting 45 minutes during your first real attempt at it. “Go ahead and sit on the bed and wait for me. I’m going to freshen up and get everything ready.”

Nanami sends you off with a searing kiss and a smack on your ass that leaves you giggling as you head to his bedroom. It’s small moments like these that you can’t help but wish for more of. The speed in which you pack your bags to sleep over whenever he has even a little bit of time off would be embarrassing if he were anyone else. But he’s Nanami and here, for your eyes only, Kento gets to fully be himself. Goofier than he’ll ever let on and a very specific brand of annoying that means he’s incredibly dependable but also eats your desserts while commenting on how they were much too sweet for him.

When he’s back in the room you’re already undressed and sitting at the edge of the bed. The perfect picture of obedience with your hands clasped in your lap as you patiently waited for his return. He’s half dressed in a tight shirt and boxer briefs that show off his toned leg muscles. In his hands is a smooth black rope. His eyes seem to glow with hunger as he takes you in.

This isn't the first time he’s used these ties on you. You can still remember the tingle of excitement that shot through you after finding out that bondage was one of his favorite kinds of play. Even outside of the sexual aspect of it, he’s making it one of yours. It’s a loving act. One full of devotion and precise calculation. There’s always complete and utter focus in his eyes as he slides the rope against your skin. His work is neat and even, with your safety at top priority. With a rope wound tight enough to bite your flesh and steal your breath if you fought too hard, you give Nanami your full trust. And once he has it, he has the power to make you feel like a masterpiece. You’re reminded of this power as he caresses his work. Rope winds around your torso with a slight emphasis on your arms. Soon enough your arms are crossed and caged against your chest. Nanami tugs the final knot at the center of it and stares into your eyes as you try to keep your composure.

“How does it feel?” He whispers and you think that he must know that it feels perfect. You curse the way he wets his lips and smirks slightly.

He must have a book hiding somewhere.

“It feels good Kento.” You whisper, wriggling around a bit as he then spreads your knees apart. Nanami hums in satisfaction.

“Relax for me.” He says, reminding you to keep you still as he presses down on your thigh, strong hands deftly moving to immobilize your left leg with the black rope in a frogtie.

“How am I supposed to do that?” You complain, still squirming as his touch warms your skin. Have his hands always been so large, his touch so insistent?

“Or don’t. But it’ll be your skin rubbed raw after. Not mine.” Nanami warns. “My best work only comes from your cooperation. Remember?”

You huff but keep your thoughts to yourself. Instead you focus on the tight muscles of Nanami’s arms rippling under his shirt. He knots your right leg, and you flush at how stretched apart you are. Your only source of modesty comes from your hands covering your chest and they flex and unflex as your head starts to catch up with what happens next. You kick yourself for agreeing to being tied up, wanting nothing more than to touch him. You take your lips between your teeth slightly as you catch his gaze raking down your figure. Nanami slowly runs a few fingers over you. He travels upward from your bare thighs past your hips and traces feather soft patterns on your stomach. You can’t help the way your legs twitch when he finally dips his fingers lower and presses against your pussy, stroking you.

“Give me a color sweetheart.”

“Green.” You whimper. “Please kiss me.” Nanami seems to consider it for a moment but removes his touch completely from you instead.

“Be good for me and you’ll get as much of me as you want.”

“Don’t you think you should start the clock before you get me all riled up?” You protest as he places the bullet vibrator and a spare pillow in between your legs, the toy nuzzled snug right against your clit. “I deserve a fair chance.”

“Oh so now you’re the only one allowed to cheat and bend rules?” He quips with a teasing smile. You have no retort for that but mostly because Kento has turned on the vibrator. Your hips buck against the toy and pillow on impulse at the abruptness and you glare at Nanami who shushes you and begins to speak over the quiet buzz.

“Since it’s your first time edging we’ll start with 25 minutes, starting now. Whenever you get close you need to tell me. And if you cum before you’ve gotten permission then that’ll just have to be it until my next off weekend.”

“Your… next weekend off?” You would’ve screamed if half of your attention wasn’t on the powerful vibrations sending pleasure ricocheting through your body. “We don’t even.. Know.. when that is.”

“I know right? I would hate to leave my love desperate for so long with no clear end in sight just because she couldn’t commit to something she asked for in the first place.” Nanami fakes a pout and you want to bite him. It was bad enough he was threatening to really make you wait so long to touch him without bringing your pride into it.

Nanami watches the way your lips part and pupils dilate as you struggle to remain in control of your reactions. Your hips jump every so often, the rope biting into the soft flesh of your legs. When your soft moans begin escalating and you look to him desperately, trying to decide for yourself if you can handle anymore, it takes more strength than he’d like to admit to not touch himself at the sight of you. He makes the decision for you, and your head lolls a bit as you try to catch your break.

The waves of your demise creep up on you quicker after that. Again and again Kento brings you right to the edge, turning up the intensity of the vibrator after each break he allows you in between.

“I can’t- Kento I’m-” You moan, your voice crescendoing and your eyes screwing shut. You can’t help the way you rock against the pillow even after the vibrator stops and the orgasm that had built within you started to fade.

“Who told you that you could hump the pillow? That’s a pretty pathetic attempt at trying to get what you want.” Nanami chides from his seat.

Your face heats in embarrassment and you avert your eyes a bit. “It wasn’t on purpose.”

“Doesn’t that make it worse?” He laughs cruelly and lets his eyes rake over your body. “Filthy little slut can’t even control her own body?”

Kento gets up and comes closer, placing a gentle hand on your thigh. His touch was soft, but it was a reminder of the kind of damage he could inflict.

“Stop. Moving.” He warns you coolly, dark eyes narrowing. His ever-deepening well of patience was scary at times but right now you’re grateful for the mercy, needing chance after chance to prove you could make it.

It’s gotten to the point that the lightest of touches make you feel like you’ll succumb and let all your hard work go to waste. You’re almost thankful your nipples are off the table for this play.

“Kento- Kento please I really am gonna-” You whimper, your chest heaving. You feel like any more of this and you’ll start drooling.

“You won’t.” Kento answers.

The commanding bass of his voice makes your senses jump and you panic, barely managing to yelp out another “Kento please” and feel the toy shut off before you’re sent careening off the edge. Your muscles feel tight and your skin sweaty by this point. You can’t tell if Kento is more focused on the heaving of your chest or the way your fingers flex and unflex to try and alleviate the strain of keeping your focus.

“God..how long has it-” You try to speak once it feels like you can breathe a bit again. Nanami smirks at the way your head lolls to one side and your eyes lazily work to focus on him.

“You’ve officially hit 20 minutes, sweetheart. Only 5 more to go.”

“Do you realize how fucking drenched you are baby?” He smirks, pulling your pussy apart slightly to get a better look. “Makes me want to forget all about this and make you fall apart with my tongue a few times. You’d like that, wouldn't you?”

“Don’t.. Don’t say that. The rule is I can’t for another 5.” You force yourself to remember and steel your resolve. You know he’s really just testing you at this point, seeing if you’ll break under his pressure.

“Good girl” He purrs, soothing the small pout off your lips with distracting kisses on your thighs. “The more you control yourself the more I know I can trust you.”

You so badly want him to trust you. Looking down at Kento spoil you while teetering on the edge makes you dizzy. He could tell you to do anything at this point and you’d probably listen if it meant he would indulge you more. Your head swims with the possibility that he’ll treat you like this again if you do well.

Nanami moves aside the pillow and vibrator, replacing the toy with his own hand before you can get upset with him. The gasp that escapes you fills him with pride. All it takes is a slight touch to make your body completely tremble. You can’t actually tell that the alarm has gone off until he whispers how well you’ve done for him.

“See? Didn’t I tell you good girls get everything they want? Now you get to cum all over my fingers all you want.”

Your body is almost afraid to finally let go, so used to feeling coiled up tight that you feel like you might not be able to. Kento senses the struggle within you and softens his touch to bring down the intensity for you just a bit.

“You did it, you deserve this sweetheart.” He presses open-mouthed kisses up your neck, knowing full well the onslaught of praise would send you over. Sure enough, a noise from deep inside of you wells up in your throat as you’re sent crashing over the edge. You throw your head back and try to close your legs only to be stopped by Nanami’s hands, hell-bent on making you ride it out. Your hands clench borderline painfully, your arms testing your restraints. You can’t even plead with him. The pleasure erupting from you, for once, has stolen your voice.

Testing the water, Kento lets a bit of spit fall from his lips. You catch it on your tongue, staring at him lovingly with hazy, unfocused eyes and he almost loses his mind.

“There’s my sweet girl.” He purrs. Nanami knows you’ll be completely compliant now, dredging through subspace. You won’t be giving any coherent remarks outside of anything he commands of you now, all resistance and witty one-liners fading to static in your mind. “Been so good for me today that I actually get to reward you.”

You whine in appreciation. Chest swelling with pride, you bask in his praise. You initially thought it was more fun to see his eyes turn icy when you spent a half a session acting up in order to get punished into this headspace but you could get used to having Nanami painstakingly coax it out of you.

“Tell me your color, my love.” Nanami kisses your forehead, to remind you, first and foremost, that he doesn’t want anything if it doesn’t mean you and he are sharing the pleasure, even if you could only think about how good you wanted to make him feel.

“Green.. hehe..definitelyygreen.” Your words slightly slurred together as you tried to prove your focus.

“So, sweetheart, what do you want me to give you in return?” He leans down and whispers in your ear, rubbing your thighs soothingly. You have to think for a moment to actually get the words out, trying to get your brain to be more specific than Kento, Kento, Kento.

“Wantt… want to touch you.. And I… want you inside.” You strain against your ties, not even minding the slight bite of the ropes at this point if it meant he would free you faster.

Nanami lets you place ardent kisses against his skin as he undoes the restraints on your arms and you're thankful to finally, finally, get some contact with him. His skin burns with desire as you pull him onto you. He has half a mind to really pry another orgasm from you with his head between your thighs but the growing ache between his expels the thought. He hastily twists out of his clothes and back onto you. You’ve waited long enough for what’s yours.

Nanami enters you slowly, softly pulling your still-tied legs further apart. You will your eyes not to screw shut, trying to put forth some effort to meet his searing gaze. Neither of you really register the way your nails slightly dig into his forearms from the pressure. The pace Kento sets is torturous. He makes you savor every roll of his hips into yours. It almost feels like he’s squeezing the pleasure out of you. There’s nowhere to run. There’s only him.

There’s no warning when you cum again, your body completely bypassing your brain in the decision. It’s a rush of heat and an uncontrollable tremble. You can barely even recognize your own voice calling out his name. As you squeeze tighter around him, Nanami grunts and wills himself not to bend your legs forward and fuck hard into you until you’re a teary mess. There will be other times for that. Today he just wants to spoil his sweet girl for her efforts to please.

“Where do you want me to cum?” He asks, like he’s not literally fucking the words right out of your brain. If you still had the energy for it you’d bite him.

“Kento please. In...inside… ” Obviously. You keep that snide bit to yourself. There’s no real desire to sass him when he’s making your body shake this badly.

Kento grabs onto your wrists like he’s anchoring himself to you. Through the haze dusting your mind you register his pace getting sloppier and the soft moans that fall from his lips as he finishes inside of you.

It took a bit for Kento’s strength to return to him and a little while longer to pry his eyes off of your blissed out expression. He whispered for you to let go of him so he could take care of you. Shushing your whines, he pries your fingers off of him so he can untie you. He still needs to run the bath and start some tea for you and if he spends any more time in your arms he would fall asleep right next to you without properly performing his duties.

Once he’s back from prepping, Nanami lifts you from the bed and begins to carry you to the bathroom, kissing your forehead and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. With your head clearing slightly, you can fully feel the effects of your win on your ego.

With hooded lids and a proud smirk plastered on your lips you say, “is it too late to add a shopping trip to my rewards?”

[dylanxmin]

covered in you ∣ J.JK

while your boyfriend having a casual play date with his mates, you decided to go horny.

pairing; jeon jungkook x reader 

genre; smut, porn without plot(bc why not)

rating; m

warnings; teasing, slapping(face;), curse words, biting, light dom/sub tones, dom!jk, sub!reader, handjob, oral(m), cum eating, choking(on dick), drooling, sloppy blowjob, face fucking(:), exhibitionism?, and sorry unedited:(,, 

word count; 3k+

a/n; well, yeah.. im little bit turned on by jungkook and basically throwing my eagerness on here. i have no idea about games but here 7 pages long filth for you, lol. i need to make a whole masterlist for sudden!jk thirst bc i always end up writing sloppy smut out of nowhere lol. so hope y’all gonna love this, and feedbacks always, always appreciated. love y’all ♡

It was silent, beside the rhythmed ticks of the clock, hanging lightly on the wall. An annoying reminder for you how many minutes had passed alone on the couch, staring at the screen that vibrates low voices, loud as humming, but enough to tingle behind your head. Warm brown couch almost captured your body as you were sitting on the same spot for more than two hours now. Figures of the body almost printed flawlessly on the wide cushion. Finger tapping at your chin simultaneously with every beat of the clock. You sit there, completely still, annoyed, and highly bored. Weather is now gleaming dark, lightened by the skinny street light. It was different from the moment you placed yourself on the couch. With that, a groan left your throat, how much time had passed got your dander up as you eyed the black door. Tongue licking the base of your lip, curling it between your teeth to nib. Soft sigh left your nostrils when you decided to wait no more. Now, it was time to put up a show. 

Of course it wasn’t just because you were annoyed, bored or equally got horny out of nowhere. Well, there is always a little chance of it but there is no need to discuss it. 

‘‘No, hyung NO!’’ respectfully discombobulated grunt find you when the hand grabbed the knob of the door. Voice flushing a biten smile at your face, grunt continued, equal a wail. ‘‘Not there of course. ‘M at top. Yeah, yeah, c’mere. I’m waitin’ ’’ cute, desperate whines hurries you further to crush the door right away but with a shaky breath, you let the brisk rousing slip away and turn the knob as humanly as you can. Furious tappings, thin sounds rising, mixing with the boy’s grunts as breaking the silence. 

You taken aback. 

For a full three minutes you stayed still only to watch, observe the familiar movements of the boy, back muscles excrescently visible under the black tee. And yeah, you stared at them in awe. Freakingly heart stopping act of him that he does unintentionally. Though, it did not stop you from having dark, soaked panties. Shaking the head right to the left to gather the senses back nearly helped you as you closed the door. Not forcing yourself to be quiet as under the headphones you knew he won’t hear a thing, still without knowing why, you tiptoed to get him. Biting the beaming smile, you knelt beside his ridiculously priced game chair. Too oblivious to the action going on right beside him, the dark haired boy grunts once again. Adding another drip to your stomach to gather your arousal as he kicked the table lightly, but it was enough for you. Aggressive enough to hitch your breath. 

‘‘I swear to-GOD TAEHYUNG STOP TROLLING THE GAME FOR FUCK SAKE!’’ 

A sharp greed stirring to your spin when the thick vein throbbed visibly on his neck, and stayed there for the good usage of your cravings. Guess seeing your boyfriend furious over a game is a turn on now. You refuse to be the only one who feels that. There must be more freaks like you. Because it was hot. Staying still as you knelt beside him, just a little bit behind of his chair, it was getting hard not to act obviously. As every passing minute increased the charming desperation, you tried to pressure it back with a brush of your legs. Not much, but it worked enough until the inhuman growl decided to leave his throat. Fuck, what was that again. It sounded beautiful, impelling. As you fucking whimpered loud enough for your ears. Nipples brushing the fabric, as they freed from the tight grip of your bra after the first moment you had that nailing urge. They almost irked back, burning hot behind your tee. And the highly focused boy startled with the touch of your fingers touching timidly at his arm. 

‘‘Huh,’’ soft breath mixing under the air, he opened his mouth once, closed, and opened once again but couldn’t utter a voice as focus gathered on the monitor. As angry voice reached you by the headphones, you understood why he couldn’t focus on you. ‘I said boss you fucker-JK what the hell are you doing?’ If you kneeling beside him, darting your eyes on him isn’t enough for him to focus on you, then you would gladly do more. Jimin could suck his own dick as he just ruined the moment you were about to play. Thrill spilling inside, you licked your lips. It sounded like a challenge. 

And you accepted. 

You giggled at yourself after passing over by his legs to curl into the space left behind his legs. Rather than expected, below the desk wasn’t that suffocating as you thought. Lighted fairly, air semi-fresh, you could hang in here. Well, hornyness weighed more than a good space to stay. It caused no harm, too. 

When you looked up after the restless shift of your boyfriend, you witnessed the firm head shake. Even though you love to play the oblivious, you knew what it meant. It was ‘no’, a severe one. 

Yet, it was a little too late for that. 

You already take this as a challenge and you had no intention to stop now. And by tearing his eyes away from you to land it on the monitor did not help you. Only increased the silly jealousy as you leaned a bit to lift his tee. Tail of the black fabric welcomed the fingers who’s about to pat the tanned skin, light as much, soft as much as they could. Right after fingertips meeting with his muscled stomach, they tighten, scoff blurting out of him as a reflex. Too bad that he can’t do anything about making you stop, as that would mean they could and probably would lose the game and they all will blame him. And Jungkook, never, ever lost a game. Or caused a lost. Also too bad for him as you knew him too deep. 

‘JK come to the mid.’ as the request didn’t get the expected return, the same voice echoed once again. Angry this time. ‘Kook you on?’

It took a minute for him to heal himself from the teasing touch you gifted. Darkness lightened by the blue, pink, and shade of the soft yellow, falls onto his face. His façade edged even more with the shades contouring his features, he looked god ish. Knot appeared between his brows after feeling the nails digging, tracing a track down until they reached to his crotch. Dick stayed half hard. Giggling you eyed him, caring his stomach until his muscles eased back. Contrary to the curses you heard through his headphone, you leaned till the tip of your nose brushed his velvety skin on the stomach. Choked breath coming out of him as you started to put soft, caring kisses all the way above the head of his sport short. From left to right, you kissed, wetted with each lick you gave as he tightened his muscles on the thighs. 

‘‘F-fuck,’’ he hushed out, too afraid to be heared by his friends because how the hell he could explain this. Exactly, he couldn’t. Murmuring satisfiedly, tongue trailed all the way up, stopped licking when you reached below the belly-button of him. Rather choose to circle your tongue around it, carefully slow. As no one needed to rush anything. 

‘You yelled at me but who is trolling NOW JUNGKOOK!’ 

You had to cover your mouth to prevent your laugh from going out. It was semi funny and semi exciting as the idea of your friends understanding what you were doing and how much you were affecting him. It was harmless to fantasies, but you had no idea how you would feel if it turned real. Still, it was rousing. 

‘‘FUCK. O-okay, okay.’’ the captured boy hissed out, fighting with the urge to kick you aside. Both because he didn’t know how you would react, and also, it was feeling good. Your fingers, tongue, lips felt amazing. Warm against his skin. So he didn't intend to lose it so quickly. ‘‘ ‘M just a bit confused. M okay, let’s get it.’’ 

Yeah, let’s get it. 

Fingers digging in theirs and yours one of the favorite spots of him after his doe looking eyes, and easily scrunched nose. His thighs. Thick, built, smooth thighs that you adored so damn much. Hiking up the cloth up, you resist the need of biting them down. Slowed circles were much better at first, and he was already tensed as one of his knees smacked high only to meet with the hardwood. It’s play time so you could take as much as time you want. Plus, he was kinda tied down by the chair so you could use this for the good usage. 

‘‘Ah. Nuh, no, not him hyung. FUCK!’’ Jungkook’s guttural cry left his lungs as the soft circles left their place to wet kisses, and then a harsh bite right on his inner thigh. Hard enough to leave a mark, but light, too, as the mark almost disappeared right away. Sloppy, wet licks tried to heal the bruise immediately, as you worked on him. His moans hit the very needy spot, made you clench around nothing to drip even more. Poor core pulsed, pulsed, pulsed until you couldn’t take more and spilled out a weak mewl. It reflected all the desperation you had, and the gamer couldn’t control his mouth before spitting a brutal slut right at your direction. Nails digging deeper on his thighs, you like the way how that word rolled out from his plushed lips. Attacking right into your spine. Yes, yes, yes, yes, was all you could think. You were a slut, indeed. But, of course, his teammates had no idea about what was going on here, as an offended shriek filled the room right after what Jungkook said. 

‘DID YOU JUST CALLED ME A SLUT?’ you could recognize Jimin’s extra thickened voice, and you giggled while putting now less soft kisses all over his thigh. ‘JUNGKOOK SPEAK. NOW’ and you bite his flesh once again, right when he was about to answer the man on the line. 

‘‘N-Ahhhh! No, no.’’ his fingers curled around your hair immediately, out of conscious. He locked his gaze on you after tilting your head a little back. Expression hardened, his jaw twitched. ‘‘I was talking with the slut that almost killed me.’’ you sobbed as the wave of hunger hit you on the right spot, after his hand left you with a semi slap on your cheek. It wasn’t enough, it didn’t even blushed the skin but you choked anyway. More, more, more of that slap is all you need at the moment. You knew that for sure. 

And you will earn those by the work of your mouth, tongue, and palm. As much as help you can get to reach the euphoria you want at the heat of the moment. 

To soothe the now reddened flesh inside of his thigh, you licked once, twice and once again. Every touch of the warm, wet muscle earned another squirm by the boy who tried very hard to focus on the game. Though, it was obvious that he was failing because voices rising from the headphones gave the clue of how he sucked at keeping a clear game. No lie, you like the effect you had on him. Has him hissing with a jerk of his knee, brought claps to the back of your head. Like you just win a prize. 

It seemed a bit like that. 

‘‘No.’’ Jungkook pleaded, eyes not on you but the shake of his head was, indeed, for you. As your fingertips hooked under the waistband of his short, cold tips of your fingers startled him as he was burning, flesh blooming hot. To his dismay, you felt a little rebellious today. Ready to take the risk of getting the kick, as you shoved his short down, forcefully. His clothed parts unfolded slowly. However, the kick never landed, the only reaction was him holding his ass a bit high to help you on making him naked. Muscles straining, his shaft meets with air. Hanging above his legs, all the stimulation had him angry red. Precum glistening on the tip, ready to spill all over his thighs, on the chair. 

You gulped. ‘‘Fuck,’’ now it was your turn to curse, as his dick never failed to surprise you. While waiting hard, thick, and crimson. Mouth watering view went straight to your core to poke the arousal now begin to drip. Wetting your lips to match them with your mouth and his tip, meager grab of your palm meets with his dick. It has Jungkook cursing more, an aggressive fist dropped on the wooden desk. He thrusts once out of habit, but immediately stays still. The boy’s face blooming scarlet, it was enough for you to gather your courage to dive in. As his body was craving you without any doubt. 

‘‘Mid-ahhh!’’ 

Full fist squeezed around the base of his shaft has the gamer crying out loud. It made your breath hitch. Jungkook speechless. Loaded dire placed on your stomach, yet it wasn’t unpleasant. Rather, hair stands on the edge, chest writhe in need. It was too pleasant. Too dreamy. A gasping view. 

But you couldn’t hold back, and leaned in. Wet tongue touches the base of his head, you blow air after moistening the place good. It could have been twitched without your tight firm, rather, he moaned. Then freezed. Momentarily joy died in his stomach as he remembered his friends were on the other side of the line. Eyes shut tight, he waited for them to yell or accuse him for something unmistakably obvious. You giggled at his fear, as he opened one eye below the furrowed brows. Carefully as afraid to make a sudden move. Unlike his terror, nothing happens. The other two boys continue to play without saying anything, but Jungkook finds it suspicious. Even though he was relieved. 

Not for so long though, as now the tongue starts to circle around the head of his cock. Small whimpers held back by him but you were bolder to spill them. Feeling hot, heavy between your lips, you like to suck him so much. Maybe too much as Jungkook pushed his hips high. So you continued, now almost half of him in your mouth. It was hard for you to take him at once, as the boy had the biggest one you ever laid on eye. Thick, also. Palm isn’t enough to cover him fully, when you dared. So you take your time while his nostrils breathe heavily. Precum becomes one with the salvia around his cock, you whined happily at the taste. It was always pleasant. Always tasty. 

Nails digging in the naked skin, you bobbed your head down. Throat stretching well around his stabbing tip. But you had no mercy on yourself or shame while diving deeper. Tip of your nose almost touches his pubes, a strangled hum broke out by the throat. And it has his dick twitch deep down in your throat. Which another broken moan rises from you as he was equally horny as much as you. Fingers ached to find your pulsing clit, but you stopped yourself before even daring as this was about him. And only him. Rather than touching your pussy, you grabbed his waist. Shape of his body always turned you on, same as now. You mewled while moving after adjusting your breath. 

Jungkook bites down his lips, too afraid to make another voice, challenge his change. Instead, he grabbed tight his mouse, almost crashing it. Ball of longing crawling onto his chest, stomach, all over his body while you keep the work of your mouth, tongue so good. It was stirring, heart stopping for both of you. Every swirl of your tongue, every hollow move of your cheeks drive him closer. Little by little, he felt the nudging delight getting closer and closer. And if you could, you would come undone, too, as the whole thing was too affecting. 

‘‘Stay.’’ hand grabbing the back of your head, you freezed cock so deep in your throat. As the command was too sudden, a slap found your stretched cheek after you swallowed out of habit. 

‘‘Hnngg,’’ you protest but do not dare to move, knowing it would be fatal. For you and the poor throat. Tongue waiting below his dick, feeling the pulse of his thick vein, you stayed there. Even though you practised many times breathing from your nose while mouth full, after long minutes, it was getting slightly disturbing. Not uncomfortable but unachievable for you. Butterflies burning one by one from the fire rising by your chest, you wait one, two, three minutes more until Jungkook shifts his hips. Only to choke you even more with his cock, rough beg of a moan stealing by your lungs, you wrenched under his hold. 

Hands finding the support by his waist, you let him move his dick in your throat. Not that you had much of a choice. Muffled noises leaving your chest, his thrust was hard enough to try your gag reflex. 

Eyes getting teary, you were drooling even more every time your nose hit his stomach. Wet sounds gurgled with every pressure of his cock, tears now mixed by tears on your chin. Creating a pool on his thighs and the dark leather. But you never tried to go back, stayed there like a good girl he wanted, let him use you face for a quick fuck. It was satisfying for both of you. 

His abs clenched, unclench as a warning. He was about to cum, and it had you whine even louder. You wanted to taste him, gulp down everything he gifts you, and lick him clean. Strong, hot hunger raised with every push as you were going to eat his cum like your last meal. Because it tasted like that. Delicious, salty, and warm all around your tongue, teeth. You clenched around nothing once again and held your position as Jungkook started to cum with a heavy groan. 

‘‘Fuck, fuck, FUCK!’’ no one mattered, as he was bursting white deep down on your hot, drooling throat. Thrill clouded his mind as he moaned loud, hard, and obvious while spurting, adding a new color to your throat. 

Jungkook continued to cum, dripping thick and hot. And you swallowed every one of them, eagerly, messily. Slurping, licking him clean when he dropped by his high. When every inch of his dick gleamed glossy, and cleared from his cum, you were satisfied when taken you head back after his big grip let you. You smiled ear to ear as the tired bliss beamed his face. It never stopped being fluttering when he looked so proud of you. Heavy breaths of yours cut harshly when headphones almost vibrate with the intense scream. 

‘IF YOU DONE FUCKING GOD KNOWS WHERE OF Y/N, CAN YOU FUCKING GO BACK TO THE GAME, YOU FUCKING FUCK!’ 

Jimin’s voice had you two freeze, but after Teahyung started to laugh loud, almost wheezing, Jungkook and you joined him. But Jimin didn’t. As they were losing the game. And he was competitive as much as Jungkook. But right now, your boyfriend had something distracting. So he chuckled before landing an eye on you and smirked. 

‘‘Sorry, but I need to reward my girl.’’ he cocked a brow, hand moving to close the game. ‘‘As you all heard, she did a pretty good job. Right, baby?’’ 

Between Taehyung’s laughs and Jimin’s curses, your heart fluttered at the praise. It was all you needed, all you wanted from him. You watched him carefully while he put his headphones on the desk, corner of the lip curling high. A finger pointed at you, you wait for his word. 

‘‘Now, be a good girl, and turn your ass over here.’’ you cooed at his demand, wiggled your ass and presented him. Panties already soaked, you were needy as always. And he was feeding you good with his filthy words. ‘‘I’m gonna fuck you so good, so hard that you will afraid even to knock my door again when I’m playing.’’ 

With a harsh smack landing on your cheek, you were sure of that. ‘‘Yes, please.’’ 

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# 42

“I’m only here to establish an alibi”

The knocks on her door were so hard and quick that she couldn’t help but stumble to the door with a start. She was getting ready for bed, her shirt off and jeans pooled around her feet, when the knocks came. She tripped trying to tug them off her feet; skinny jeans were her enemy most days. She grabbed her dressing gown fastening it around her quickly made her way to the door.

Not bothering to check the peephole she unlocked the door and opened it only to be completely shocked by who she found. Several questions were arising, but the number one was,

“How do you know where I live?”

She hated that he rolled his eyes and pushed passed her into her flat.

“Finn,” she called, after shutting the door and following him.

He’s annoyed her in one way or another every day since the day they met two years prior. It wasn’t like she hated him exactly, he was just a bit too arrogant for her liking, and could be a real know-it-all when it came to certain topics. She liked to banter like the rest of their friend group but she felt it was more personal when she attempted with him. As soon as she figured that out the pathetic crush she first had on him vanished. Replaced with utter annoyance. But to be fair, she knew he could be nice, sweet even, when he wanted to be. Just never really to her.

She finds him lounging on her sofa, his shoes off, feet kicked up on the low table, flipping through a magazine.

“Comfortable are we?” she asks, sarcastically.

“Almost, could go really go for a cuppa, if you wanna be a good hostess.” He responds, flipping a page.

She scoffs and walks over moving his feet off her table, “I’m not playing this game with you, what are you even doing here? How do you even know where I live?”

He sighs, and folds the magazine away, “I’m only here to establish an alibi.”

“What? Why? What did you do?” she asks, in mild shock.

“I didn’t do anything,” he rushes a bit defensively.

“Well,” she looks at him pointedly.

He sighs, “Look, I swear, I didn’t do anything. Just didn’t want to be caught up in a wrong place, wrong time scandal if something went down.”

“You need to explain better than that.”

“Fine. I was at the chip shop, right, and was talkin’ to Kendo for a minute and he was talking about someone, I don’t know who, who had owed him money and was gonna pay him a visit…” he trailed off, looking at her expectantly.

“A…visit,” she replies slowly.

“A visit, Rae. A. Visit.”

It clicks suddenly and she rolls her eyes, because why couldn’t he just say they were going to beat someone up.

“Right, got it. And?”

“Didn’t want to be involved did I? So I left, but after a bit I figure I can’t be alone, on the off chance of ‘what if’ y’know? Cos like, who’d corroborate my story, right?”

“Right right, Well first. ‘Corroborate’ really…” she said unimpressed, like she was actually surprised he even knew what that word meant, and used it correctly.

He gives her a sarcastic smile, “I’m not fucking dumb, Rae.”

She smiles tightly, “Right. So, you didn’t want to be identified if something were to happen. So you came here. And why was that again?”

He rolls his eyes, “You weren’t my first choice, trust me, no one else was around.”

“Uh huh, still doesn’t explain how you knew where I lived.”

He looks at her like she’s daft. “Um, I’ve known you for two years. You’ve lived here the entire time.”

“Yeah but like you’ve never been here before.”

“So, doesn’t mean I don’t know things.”

She’s done and she just really wants to lay down. “Okay, fine whatever. I’m going to bed.”

She’s almost to the hall when he calls out, “Nice dressing gown by the way!”

Instead of groaning like she desperately wants, she replies, “Thank you!” in the happiest tone she can muster for eleven at night.

--

Her phone says it’s almost one AM and she wonders if Finn left or if he’s asleep, or worse, nosing about her stuff. She’s had the urge for the past hour to get up and check on him but doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction. She knows he’d tease her about it later and it wasn’t worth it. But then again it’s her flat and she’s doing him a favor.

Almost ready to flip the duvet off of her and go check on him, her bedroom door swings open.

It’s dark in her room and even though she knows it’s, Finn, her heart still pounds a little more than normal. A moment passes and he doesn’t say anything and it makes her wonder if he’s just being a creep and staring at her. But then he walks closer to the bed.

“Rae. Rae, are you awake?” he asks, in a not very hushed tone.

“What, Finn?”

“Your couch sucks.”

“Then go home.”

“Rae,”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Let me sleep with you.” He says as if it’s obvious.

“Try the floor.”

“Come on!” he pleads a little, “You know I have a messed up knee.”

It’s a bit of a low blow, but that’s what it was supposed to do, make her feel sorry for him. She hates what she’s going to say next.

“Fine.”

“Thank you.”

She can hear the smugness in his voice and it makes her want to kick him out completely. But before she can finish imagining kicking him out she hears what sounds like clothes being removed and her breath gets caught in her throat and before she can say anything he’s sliding under the blankets.

“Finn. If you are naked right now, no one will ever find your body.”

“Why don’t you have a bit of a feel and find out.” He says cheekily.

“You are insufferable!” she groans.

He laughs and she wants to punch him.

“I have my pants on, Rae. Don’t worry.”

She huffs removing one of her pillows to shove between them before turning back to face away from him, “Goodnight, Finn.”

“Night, Rae.” He replies airily.

After a moment she’s comfortable enough to succumb to sleep but a quiet and meaningful, “Thanks.” Keeps her awake a little longer.

--

She’s wakes up slowly but is desperate to go back to sleep. The throb between her thighs is a good indication of what kind of dream she was having and she wants to escape back into the world of where she’s actually getting some.

Feeling squirmy with arousal, she moans a little, while squeezing her thighs together. Then unable to control herself she pushes her bum back, almost like a cat in heat. She comes in contact with solid warmness and can’t help but rub against it a little, it only happens for a few moments, before a loud groan, a warm hand landing on her hip, and something very very hard is prodding at her bum; startles her and she freezes.

“Why’d you stop?” The voice grumbles, slowly grinding against her.

“Finn.”

“Rae.” He mutters, but doesn’t stop moving.

She desperately wants to move against him, to tell him to press into her a little harder. He squeezes her hip, a pleased hum escaping him as he rubs against her. She can’t help the small breathy moan that escapes her, nor can she control shifting back into him.

“I’ve wanted to visit you before. That’s how I know where you live.” He says, his voice gruff from sleep and tight, from his arousal.

That statement makes her small movements come to a halt. “Can you stop humping me for a second.” She says.

He stops and says, “You started it.”

Even though he’s stopped, his dick is still pressed up against her, trying its best to slip between her bum cheeks, she can feel it twitching a bit and she doesn’t know exactly where to go from here. It’s not that she’s totally against the idea of sleeping with him, but like would it be worth whatever comes after, is the issue. And she also is not sure what he meant by wanting to visit her before, and now is not exactly the time for confessions or whatever he was trying to say.

“You’re thinking awfully hard,” he murmurs, his fingers drumming on her hip.

She doesn’t answer him because she’s doesn’t know exactly how to respond, but even before she can say anything he shuffles closer to her, his chin hooking over her shoulder.

“Just say stop,” he begins to move the hand resting on her hip up, gliding it under her sleep shirt.

“Fuck it.” she whispers, she squeezes her eyes shut and he palms at her breast. Thumbing over her nipple, before gently twisting and tugging it.

“Rae,” he sing-songs in a whisper, his mouth pressed against her shoulder.

“Yeah. Yes” Is all she can say, as definite as she can muster. Hate sex, or dislike sex is better than none she guesses.

The curve of his lips against her shoulder relaxes her nerve, but the small kiss he proceeds to drop there makes her heart speed up.

He palms her once more before moving his hand back down her body, squeezing gently at her belly before slipping under the elastic band of her panties. God its like she dresses ready for this to happen. She never sleeps without some sort of pajama shorts or long pants, and now she’s dressed in a flimsy shirt and only her panties.

She can feel his smile as he hums happily, pleased to find her wet, because of course she’s wet. Two fingers rub her clit, small tight circles that make her push back into him. His fingers glide down close to her entrance, but glide back up to rub back over her clit, to rub a little more. She lets out a little whine and shifts in the hopes he’d get that she needs more. He seems to understand and teases around her clit for a few more seconds before slipping the tips of his fingers just inside of her. He rubs and twists around and she desperately wants to thrust down, but is also enjoying the tease.

When he finally does push all the way in her body freezes for a second before relaxing, and she lets out a loud moan. She starts to thrust on his fingers, while he’s grinding against her. She can feel how wet he is, his pre-come having transferred onto her now, and she’s about to force herself to turn over so he can get on top of her but he moves them first.

It’s such a swift and smooth movement that he didn’t even remove his fingers from inside of her and that was impressive. He flipped the duvet off of them at some point as well, and now her legs are parted, and he’s between them two knuckles deep in her.

“Off. Take them off.” She says breathily.

He removes his fingers to peel her panties off and then proceeds to take his own boxers off and she can’t help but stare at his cock a little, because first, she never thought she’d see it, especially up this close, and second as far as dicks go it’s really nice.

She looks up at him and his pupils are blown wide and dark, and he looks starved.

“Right.” She says and reaches for her nightstand drawer.

Handing him the condom he rips the packet open and rolls it on quickly.

“Sure?” he asks, softly.

A bit caught off guard she says, “Yeah. Yes.”

“Okay.” He nods.

And then he positions himself over her. One hand by her head holding himself up and the other on his dick ready to guide it into her.

She thinks for second if they are going to kiss at some point or if that would to intimate of an act for what’s happening, but she thinks that maybe she’ll just feel it out and if it feels right then maybe they will kiss.

“Okay,” he says. And she nods.

He pushes the just the tip in and it feels fucking amazing so far and she wants to tell him to get on with it but it’s also nice that he’s going slow.

He pushes in a little more and just as she lets out a moan, there is a loud knock at her front door.

He pauses and looks at her.

“Oh fuck ignore it,” she says.

But he doesn’t move because another knock comes, and then another, followed by another.

He pulls out of her before she can protest, she curses under her breath as she gets out of bed and wraps her dressing gown around her.

She flings the door open, with a stern, “What!”

Only to find Chop, “Did Finn stay here, last night?”

She feels her cheeks go red, and then mumbles, “Yeah, he was-is here.”

“He said as much, he was supposed to meet me a bit ago so I thought I’d check you two didn’t kill each other.”

“It’s fine, Chop, sorry lost track of time.” Finn says from behind Rae.

Confused she turns to look at Finn who is fully dressed.  

“See you later, Rae. Thanks for letting me stay.” He says as he passes through the door.

“Later, Raemundo,” Chop says before the pair set off.

Rae closes her door, slightly confused by everything that happened in the past ten hours.

After a few minutes of just standing by her door, still aroused and almost dripping wet, she figures now is as good a time as any to take a shower but before she moves there is a soft knock at her door.

she opens the door without much thought to find a timid looking Finn.

“I thought you left with Chop?” she asks.

“I-I did. Well, he’s waiting told him I forgot something.”

“Right.” She drawls.

“I just—wanted to see if I could come back later, maybe we can talk?”

“Uh, sure.”

“Okay, like three hours or so.”

“Alright.”

He nods and makes to leave but steps back and says, “I did mean what I said about knowing where you live.”

After that he walks away.

Leaving Rae just as confused as she was before.

--

It’s been quiet for a few minutes, both just sitting having set the cup of tea, Rae, made them down.

“This is all weird. I thought you didn’t really like me much.” Rae says finally.

When he had come over, exactly three hours later it was a shy awkward greeting, no words really being exchanged. So she made them some tea to break up the silence but it didn’t do much. Finn looked a little fidgety, and like now he was the one thinking too hard.

“I never not liked you, Rae.” He says, softly.

“Right.” She says not believing him.

He huffs a small laugh, “I mean we’re a bit prickly with each other but I never hated you or anything like that.”

“Oh. But like it seems like you single me out sometimes.”

“I do. But not because I hate you or anything. It’s because you can actually hold a decent conversation and like, I don’t want to say argue but at least you have opinions and stand by them.”

“Oh. I thought you were messing with me.”

“I wasn’t. Do you—do you hate me cos you thought I was coming off that way?” he asks, a little worried.

“No,” she laughs lightly, “I mean if I hated you none of what happened would have happened.”

Nodding he says, “good to know.”

“But like, I mean you annoyed me a lot.”

“Yeah I could tell.” He smiles.

She can’t help but smile back.

“So, that’s good to know then, that there wasn’t any harm intended.”

“Right, there wasn’t, ever.” He says assuredly.

“So, um..about this morning..” he begins, “I didn’t—I hope you didn’t feel like pressured or anything.”

“No, no.” she shakes her head, “It was..it was nice for the most part.”

“The most part?”

“Well, I mean, it’s not like we got to finish.” She shrugs.

“Oh, right. Yeah.”

He clears his throat, “Um, is that..would that be like something you’d want to finish?”

“Like in general or with you?”

“Um..with me?”

She looks at him for a long moment, before saying, “Maybe we can work back up to it?”

He huffs a small laugh, “We did kind of went out of order with all this didn’t we.”

“Yeah, I’d say so.”

“Okay, so yeah, friends?”

“We’re already friends technically.”

“Right,” he laughs, “So better friends?” he offers.

“Yeah better friends.” She agrees.

“Good.”

“Okay, better friend, tell me about wanting to visit me.”

“Right, well, I wanted to be better friends with you sooner.”

She’s a little stunned, and says, “Really?”

“Yeah, I mean you’re great, and I was kind over the bickering.”

“That’s…just. Um very honest.”

“Thanks?” he says unsurely.

She can’t help her small laugh, “You’re welcome?”

Then they both laugh.

“Okay, so we’re friends. Besides we have to be now since I aided and abetted you.” She jokes.

“That’s true, we’re in this together now.” he laughs.

“Friends,” she says putting her hand out to so they can shake on it.

He looks at her hand and then back to her, “Friends with the possibility of working up to being more?” he offers.

“Friends with the possibility of working up to being more,” she recites with a stupidly big smile.

He slides her hand into hers with an equally ridiculous smile and they shake on it.

--

It only took two weeks before they became more than friends.

--

The end!