#kard matthew x you

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Okay but like. I need more KARD fanfiction on Here. So guess what. FROM NOW ON, I'M WRITING FOR KARD ASWELL! Please please please request!!

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Helping my divine friend with something although she could help herself because I’m such a nice guy but I really misjudged things and now they go wrong

Male Reader x Jeon Jiwoo

Length: 3515 words

Tags: experimental sex, Jiwoo wants it all, goddess!Jiwoo, awkward sex, 69, riding, overstimulation, there is a lot of pressure on you btw, missionary, creampie, heavy orgasm, a reference no one will get, seriously if you get the reference I'll buy you a cookie, technically virgin sex, the background switches a couple of times, tit sucking, you might crack a smile at times, pussy eating, sexpert!you / playful!Jiwoo

TW: I edited this... but it still is chaos deluxe, so beware

Inspiration: the ideas/pic send by @existslikepristin

Credit: @existslikepristin for submitting a crazy good request!

(A/N: I had fun writing this chaos and I hope you have some fun reading it. Jiwoo of Kard was definitely not on my mind, so it was fun seeing her submitted. Go Kard!)

“I need your help with something.”

You quickly turn your head to the far end of your bed. There she is again, this time with silver hair and a red dress that loosely covers the most intimate parts of her body, but leaves a lot of room for her pale skin to shine through. Today she overdid it though. In your humble opinion, her marble colored skin looks like a newly printed sheet of paper you can write on, and those large, obsidian earrings give off a ridiculous contrast to all the white. 

“Why the fuck do you need my help?” you sigh.

Your question is absolutely warranted. Jiwoo, like a lot of the friends you manifested in your time in solitude, is a Goddess, with power beyond the known natural barriers. Unlike the strong Matthew, the clever Somin or crazy J, all elaborate figments of your imagination, she seemingly has no limits. To your knowledge, she can do anything, thus there is no need to ask you for help.

“Well,” Jiwoo explains herself while your focus shifts back to the magazine in your hands, “it’s an activity that needs at least two. Can’t have sex alone, you know?”

You furrow your eyebrows. but force yourself not to look back up again. Jiwoo saying weird things is nothing new to you at this point. Most of the time, she is just playing pranks on you. She knows that the word ‘sex’ should get a reaction out of you, no matter the context, but you won’t give her this victory. Defying this Goddess has been a daily activity for you since Jiwoo decided to become proactive in your lazy life.

“Not really,” you respond with a deep breath. “You can have sex on your own. Go masturbate or get a dildo or two, no need for me to be around.”

“But I already did that!” Jiwoo blurts out and tears away the magazine. She leans towards you, face to face. You can’t avoid her diamond eyes, mostly because you don’t want to stare down the deity’s cleavage. 

“It’s boring, I want to try something new.”

Now you’re really surprised. 

“Wait, you never had sex before? Like with another person?”

“Nope,” Jiwoo shakes her head and straightens her posture again, “Too busy.”

“Too busy doing what?” you ask and immediately regret it. The more attention you give her now, the more likely it is for her not to go away and leave you alone.

“Too busy testing every ice cream flavor and comparing them. Shit, there are so many of them.”

You stare at her, disappointed, confused, annoyed. Jiwoo notices. With quick blinks she tries to make her eyes appear puppy-like, but even through divine powers she could never pull it off. Something about her appearance is always so-not-cute, which is a bummer because cute girls are your type. 

“Something inside me—” you sigh and carelessly throw the magazine over your shoulder, “—can kinda relate, but at the same time, like, just go out now. I don’t see you eating ice cream now, so you can just seduce some guy at a bar or even offer yourself. No need for me to do it.”

“So you’re saying I should prostitute myself?” Jiwoo acts infuriated, a theatrical hand on her chest, “What if I catch a disease, you bastard!”

“For fuck sake, as if you need to worry about that.”

“But I just want to do it with someone I know.”

“Me? Why?”

“Stop asking questions!” Jiwoo shouts and shoves you down to your bed. Her eyes turn white in fury, maybe you have stretched her patience a bit too far. If you are honest to yourself, you don’t really have a good reason to reject her. You don’t want to? Well yes, but actually no. Even inhibitions because she is something extraterrestrial would usually not keep you from getting laid (not like it happens all of the time, you don’t get busy with humans that often either). Maybe it’s because you don’t want to risk the friendship? Were you always this complicated?

“Okay fine, fine, I’ll do it,” you sigh and Jiwoo’s face lights up.

“Awesome! I want to try a lot of things, so we should get started.” 

Jiwoo smiles brightly. Her red leather clothes glow for a second before they disappear and she stands before you fully nude. Turn your head to the side to hide your blush. She has no clue.

“Slow down, slow down. Dammit, Jiwoo, I still don’t know what you want to try—”

“Everything.”

You glare back at her—her tits, nice handfuls—her face, actually, you wouldn’t get distracted by—tits, they look very soft—pinchable cheeks, no red on them at all. She lacks any embarrassment.

“W-well,” you stammer, eye contact fragile, impossible even, “there are so many things you c-can do during sex o-or with the partner, we won’t be able to do them all. I-I could walk you through like a basic routine?”

“Aw, but only if we do the rest later, ‘kay?”

Another attempt at puppy eyes, but this time you don’t even notice them. The surprisingly dark areolae around Jiwoo’s nipples is a lot better at getting your attention than whatever her eye color is right now.

“F-fine. No need to roleplay romantic stuff so uhm let’s just get to oral, so we can learn, I mean you can learn some stuff, uhm.” 

Words have never been this hard to find, formulate, fuck, you can’t even swallow properly. This woman really is without shame. She snaps her fingers and your clothes disappear in a beam of light as well. Speaking of light, the entire room becomes a lot brighter from seemingly nowhere. You try to find the source but all you find is Jiwoo’s ass as she playfully spins around.

“I created some extra light so I can see all things properly. No need to search for your shadow, there is none.”

She says it so casually, like she is insane. The insane one however is you. You nod like a brainless idiot like you didn’t have any reservations about this beforehand. It’s too late to turn back now.

“Let’s start, uhm, with uhhhh, a 69 position. Basically—” you hesitate for a moment and look intently at Jiwoo’s cleanly shaven slit, “—I lay down and you get on top of me. Your face is at my crotch and you, like, do the same. Viceversa."

“Oh, okay~”

The two of you get into position. You feel your hardening shaft rub over Jiwoo’s soft cheek and her thick, almost trunky thighs press on your own cheek. The all-encompassing light works wonders, you can easily see everything about Jiwoo’s pussy, although she is definitely too eager at making your face meet her crotch. 

“Now what?” Jiwoo asks and stares at your cock.

“Take it into your mouth and suck on it. In the meantime, I, uhm, do basically the same with your vagina. This way we can both give oral pleasure, like with our mouths.”

“Ah, I see! And it looks like a six on top of nine!”

Jiwoo’s excitement is unbridled. Right after she blurts out her discovery, she takes your cock into her mouth and nibbles on it. Sharp teeth come dangerously close to digging into the delicate skin of your most holy scepter. You scream.

“No teeth, no chewing! Jiwoo, never do that, it hurts, fuck!”

“Chill, chill, I’m sorry,” she blurts out, dick still on her tongue. “So no teeth?”

“Please, yes, no teeth. Just tongue and—fuck, oh fuck!”

Before you can finish your explanation, Jiwoo takes most of your sensitive cock in her mouth, violently choking on it while her tongue runs sloppy circles around the shaft. The indescribable pleasure of her sudden blowjob only lasts a couple of seconds though, because her gags become too dangerously strong. Jiwoo almost releases more than just your cock from her mouth. New discovery: Goddesses have a gag reflex.

“You, you can take it slower,” you breathlessly say, while putting your tongue on her labia. “Like this. Slow licks, careful sucking.”

“Hm, oh wow, that feels good.” Jiwoo begins to quietly moan and lowers her pussy further down on your tongue. “I thought sex was very quick and hard and all that.”

“It can be, but this feels good too, right?” you say with a witty smirk and lick on her clit. 

“Oh fuck! I see, I see, fuck, shit, fuck.” Jiwoo continues to curse as she uses the newly learned lesson on the tip of your cock. Her delicate tongue puts pressure on the underside of your tip, then she drags it over and under your cock head. You hiss and gently spread her pussy lips to suck everything from clit to ass.

“Hng, ah fuck! I understand why you humans curse during sex. It feels so fucking good.”

You giggle. Jiwoo’s pussy is now pinning you to the mattress, but you’re not going to complain. It’s an amazing labia, pink, and the juice is tasty. More and more is coming out and you decide to probe into her with your tongue. The first time her insides get spread by non-plastic makes Jiwoo scream with your cock in her mouth.

“Fak, feef fo gout.”

You start to tongue fuck her. 

“So goouuut!

“I wan somsin big—bigger!” 

Your cock pops free from her lips and she gets off of your face, spotted with tiny droplets of her juice. Jiwoo stands above you, confused, needy, staring at your cock which is proudly pointing at the ceiling.

“Well, uhm,” you cough to get the Goddess’ attention back, “I guess we can continue. If you want it inside you, you can ride me.”

“Huh? Like a piggyback ride?”

“No, I mean—no, that doesn’t work. What I meant is you can basically sit on my penis while it’s inside of you.”

“Oh, I see. Yes, fuck, I want that.”

Jiwoo reaches for the base of your dick. She squats down and rubs the spit-drenched tip on her labia, searching for the hole. Her outsides feel hot already, you can’t wait to feel the clenching of her pussy. For the first time, no curses, no words, just quick breaths and subsequent moans when Jiwoo finally aligns you with her hole. 

As the seconds tick down, the tension leaves Jiwoo’s body and you’re able to penetrate her. With a shriek she stops after half of your cock is inside of her. It’s an awkward feeling for both of you. The Goddess is aroused but confused by this sensation of a real dick, the human is confused by the intense heat he enters. Jiwoo looks towards you, eyes full of questions.

“Well, uhm, what does it feel like?” you ask with a smile. “Is-is it good? Does it hurt?”

“It’s weird,” Jiwoo mewls. “You’re hot and you stretch me out. God, is this really the way you reproduce?”

“Yeah, but usually, there is more moving.”

“I get it, I get it, just let me adjust. You’re pretty big after all.”

A bright grin and a deep flush alter your cheeks and Jiwoo looks at you, even more puzzled than before. She readjusts her feet to keep the current position, but you can already see that she will go down on it soon.

“Thank you for the compliment,” you whisper and caress her thigh.

“What compliment? It’s a fact, don’t faulter yourself.”

“Faulter is wrong, that’s not how you—ha, fuck!”

You hold your breath, when Jiwoo suddenly goes down. You try reaching for something to not lose your grip on reality, but Jiwoo's thighs are not good at giving you stability because the Goddess immediately starts to grind and shimmy on your cock.

"Woah, fu-fu-fuck," Jiwoo fakes a stutter as her features turn euphoric. "This is insane. Amazing, so deep, I feel so full. I want it again, this feeling."

You don't have to give her a hint this time; Jiwoo starts to ride you herself. She impales her tight pussy on you with more vigor each time her legs lift her slender body up. She is too enamored with the feeling to notice your groaning and mewling.

Suddenly, everything around you disappears. For what has to be less than a second, all your furniture, your room, even your house vanishes into a white void. In the next moment, you find yourself in the midst of a grand meadow, confused sheep all around you, gigantic mountains in the background, soft, dew-covered grass below you.

"What the fuck?" you shout out, but Jiwoo has her eyes closed and forces her cunt on you without stopping. "Ji-Jiwoo, where the—huh?"

The void swallows all the sheep and snowy mountains and wet grass. They get replaced with the impeccable view of countless skyscrapers and houses from above. A strong, cold wind blasts through your hair. You tense up.

"Holy shit, is that New York—wait, are we on the Empire Sta—"

Before you can finish stating your observation, yet another void ends your view of the American metropolis and sends you into an uncomfortable bed of sand. Nothing but hot, rough, irritating sand everywhere. It annoys you on the beaches, but in a dessert it’s the fucking worst.

"Fuck, shit," Jiwoo curses through gritted teeth and for the first time slows down. With you a twitching mess because of her twitching cunt on your twitching dick, she finally stops and hides her flushed face.

"I-I think I almost peed. Weird feeling."

"It-It's f-fine,” you dismiss her worries as the sun starts to scorch your skin. “But can you please get us out of this fucking dessert?”

“Yeah, right, uhm.”

This time, the transition is seamless. The sand on your back gets replaced with something a lot more comfortable. Soft cushions stuffed with feathers or cotton, even better than your own bed, except you're not laying on a bed but a couch. The cooler, darker surroundings are foreign to you.

“Where are we now?” you ask, annoyed at what you perceive are Jiwoo’s usual antics.

“I don’t know and I don’t care,” she blurts out and draws circles on your chest with her fingernails. “That was incredible, marvelous! The way my pussy got stretched out by your cock. How did it feel for you?”

“Well, uhm.” Suddenly embarrassed, you avert your eyes from Jiwoo and try to come up with a good response. It’s hard to lie when you’re still balls deep inside her. “It just feels very good, the, uhm, warmth and ti-tightness and—”

“So tightness is good?” Jiwoo repeats the meaning of your words with a curious nod. “Then how about this?”

Tightness turns to pressure. The walls of Jiwoo’s cunt begin to clamp down harder on you. The texture of her insides becomes imprinted on your skin. You both groan in unison. At this point, there is nothing to add that could make this connection stronger, you literally can’t pull out of her. However, Jiwoo continues, her pussy slowly becoming a merciless hydraulic press that threatens to crush your cock. The pleasure from pressure fades into horror and pain. 

“Fuck, ah, fuck, stop! Please, Jiwoo!”

Your screams don't go unheard. Jiwoo ends her odd experiment on you. 

“Too tight?” she asks the way a scientist would ask a subject during testing of a very questionable product.

“Yes, yes, way too tight.”

“Sorry about that. Maybe I could increase the heat nex ti—”

“No! I mean, no, no need for that.” You helplessly sway your arms to get your point across. “There is no need for any of this crazy, supernatural stuff. Your pussy is… it’s awesome as it is, Jiwoo.”

Awkward silence. The two of you can’t hold eye contact for more than a fleeting moment. Blood shoots to your head in embarrassment, and even the Goddess on your dick is not immune to it. She carefully gets off of your lap and looks over the back of the couch.

“This is, uhm, quite the interesting place,” Jiwoo whispers.

“Yeah, but what is it actually? You should know. You teleported us here after all.” You try to keep the conversation going while gawking at the large paintings, crimson banners and dark brown tables and chairs. There is no lamp at the ceiling or any other electrical device in this room. Everything about this place looks and smells like it’s from a long time ago, but not a galaxy far, far away.

“To be honest,” Jiwoo elaborates, “I just chose a random room from your mind. I can replay memories or parts of your imagination? Maybe you have been here before or imagined a place like this?”

Jiwoo points out the window at blue-gray walls topped with battlements and towers. Further below is an atrium with dozens of servants cleaning pans and pots. Undoubtedly a castle, a very realistically old looking castle. Even the people are dressed up properly, like they came straight out of Europe 600 years ago.

“Hm, I don’t remember being in this castle. It might be from a movie I watched or a story I read.” You ponder a little longer before looking at Jiwoo who fixes her white strands that got stuck to her sweaty face. “Anyways, what do we do now?”

“Show me another position, please~” Jiwoo immediately responds, her voice cute, her hands naughty. Finger wrap around your cock and give slow pumps. You’ve had it with her, it’s time to show her a different side.

“Fuck, fine. Lay down and spread your legs.

“Let me take charge now.”

Jiwoo’s legs shoot away from her body in excitement. The thrill in her eyes grows exponentially, when you rub your hard cockhead on her moist folds. Put a hand next to her face for stability before penetrating her in one motion. Jiwoo groans when you bottom out and mewls when you pull out shortly after. Before she can complain, you repeat the process.

“Woah,” Jiwoo pulls you closer to her body as she groans, “this is crazy good.”

“This position is called missionary.”

“Why are you, hm, fuck, why are you going so slow though?”

With a smirk you lean down to one of Jiwoo’s breasts and take as much of it as you can in your mouth. Drag your tongue over the delicate skin in calculated patterns and watch her whimper because her nipple is left untouched. Jiwoo is getting closer to losing her sanity, which is a deserved punishment for the cock-compression from earlier. 

“Don’t worry, I will go faster. Just one thing, Jiwoo.

“When this weird feeling comes again; don’t hold back, let it out.”

Finally suck her nipple for the finale before letting it pop free from your lips. It’s like a secret signal, a code word for your hips to do their job. No more pulling out, now it’s just pistoning like an engine in overdrive.

Jiwoo screams out your name, which urges you to drown out her voice with pelvis on pelvis hits that make droplets of her juice stain the ancient couch. This time, her pussy tightens around you without any supernatural body alteration. 

You groan in satisfaction, the sight of Jiwoo below you disturbingly different from her usual self but also incredibly hot. You peck her trembling lips, then move along her sharp jaw to nibble on it. Hiss when she digs her point nails in your back.

“Fuck, don’t stop. This is amazing,” Jiwoo moans out. Every thought of hers is drowned out, only gasps escape her mouth, but even those get interrupted when you suddenly shove your tongue into it. Jiwoo freezes in confusion, giving you the perfect opportunity to play with her idle tongue. Push it around with your own like it’s a bouncy ball, force it to play along as you increase your tempo.

Jiwoo’s breaths become rapid, your thrust wild, violent even. Her hands are in your hair, she is about to pull out entire patches which just makes you fuck her harder. Wetness, wetness and suddenly, an entire waterfall comes pouring out of Jiwoo’s thoroughly fucked hole. A strong, squirting orgasm leaves her teary eyed and breathless. Luckily, it also makes her stop pulling your hair thus you don’t have to worry about partial baldness—yet.

Don’t worry about cumming inside her too. She is a Goddess, she won’t get pregnant, no matter how big your load is. It feels like a month's worth of cum is sucked out of you; at first, it’s shot in and then, it comes pouring out when you pull out. You fall backwards into the cushions, stirring up more dust then you would’ve hoped.

“Oh. My. God,” Jiwoo slowly, quietly mouths. “This was… godly!”

“I see what you did there,” you chuckle and watch Jiwoo’s chest rise and fall and her gaping pussy leak your cream.

“So this is how babies are made,” she casually says.

Your body shoots back up, your face contorting in shock.

“Wait, what? N-no, you’re a Goddess, you can’t get pregnant.

Right? Right???"

Jiwoo pouts and looks up at you.

“Isn’t getting pregnant the goal? Why would it be bad?”

“I—

“It’s complicated.”

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day 20 - daddy kink

kard 1.6k words female reader insert Reader x Matthew Kim (BM) NSFW

🖤 warnings: size difference, massive embarrassment, active destigmatizing of your local fave kinks, matthew has a big dick bc of course he does, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, i fucking love this man 🖤

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"It was just a joke, right?"

Matthew glances over from the passenger's seat, lounging as comfortably as he can in your relatively small ride. He's so tall, he has the seat slid back as far as possible, which is why he doesn't drive your car, like, ever. Mess up your mirrors and everything.

"What?" he asks.

"A joke. What you said, at Ashley's house."

"What part?"

You frown at the road. You'd thought that it would be less embarrassing to ask him about this while you're busy, so you don't have to look at him and face it head-on, but he's still pushing your buttons.

"The part when I wanted another drink and you got up to get it and you said..."

Matthew is looking at you, calm and expectant behind his sunglasses, but you can't even say it. Your stomach twists, and you don't think it's in a bad way, which makes all of this even worse. An awakening of this kind isn't supposed to happen at your boyfriend's college friend's house during a baseball game kickback.

"Daddy's got it?" Matthew finishes, with the worst shit-eating grin.

Yes. That.

You're white-knuckling the steering wheel at this point.

"Yeah, baby, I was joking," he says.

"Okay."

That's that, then. He was joking, which means you should absolutely try to forget the way that you'd reacted when he said it.

Which was embarrassing, but it was also...something. You're a grown adult, you've had your share of experiences, heard and seen your share of lewd and suggestive things. But nothing that you can recall has floored you so instantly, so completely, so unexpectedly, as Matthew casually using that nickname to refer to himself.

It was a dropped-jaw, blank-head kind of moment. He's got dudebro energy, and he's the smallest bit protective, but mostly Matthew is polite and thoughtful and mild-mannered. So this...

"That really stuck with you, huh?" he says.

"Not really," you lie.

Matthew hums, clearly disbelieving. "I dunno, you wouldn't've said anything if it was no big."

"It just surprised me."

Worst of all is the way it surprised no one else. Ashley, sitting right in the next chair, didn't even blink, and you're absolutely sure she heard it. Joan just rolled her eyes, and Somin's sharp gaze stayed on the TV.

You, however. Your stomach dropped. And a little farther south, well...

"Y'know what I think?"

You're in for it now. "What?"

"I think you liked it, a lil bit."

Or a lot.

You manage to escape answering as you pull into the parking lot of your building, and navigate the tight parking spots. But once the car doors are locked and Matthew is following you into the elevator up to your unit, he starts in again.

"Well?"

He's tall, and broad, and he's using it to his advantage, leaning over you against the wall of the elevator, caging you in.

"Well?" you repeat.

"Didn't answer me."

You grin up at him. "I forget the question."

"Brat," he says fondly, and oh no. "Did you like it?"

"I mean. Maybe?"

"Whatchu mean, maybe?"

You shrug as best you can against the wall. "Just maybe. You really surprised me."

"So you wouldn't be mad if I keep doing it, huh?"

You should know better than to try to play cool with him. The elevator reaches your floor, and you dart under his arm and out the door. Running away is useless, all some kind of game, but you're flustered, and you need a second to think about this.

He keeps talking his way down the hall behind you. "Cuz, like, I think it's kinda hot."

"Oh?" you murmur, unlocking the apartment door.

"Yeah, y'know." He raises his eyebrows, wags them. "Daddy."

Goddamnit, he said it again.

Your shoes and jacket get way more attention than they need, as you put them away and try not to immediately fall to pieces at the idea that Matthew wants you to call him daddy and you are completely on board, who are you, what's happening-

"Wouldn't mind that," he says.

"You..." you falter. "You want me...I mean, I could..."

There are two completely equal and opposite factions of your brain fighting it out, right now: one that wants to shut this down and forget it ever happened lest you die of embarrassment, and one that's already decided this is the best day of your life.

Matthew doesn't reply to that. Not with words, anyway.

He heads for your room, as you fuss with the way your jacket hangs, sending you a grin and a wave.

"What are you doing?" you ask.

His answer has your stomach dropping. "Come with Daddy and you'll find out."

This is happening, isn't it?

Your bedroom door clicks shut, and you're left standing in the living room like some kind of idiot. An idiot, because your super hot boyfriend is in there with a sexy new game to play, and you're out here fixing the cuffs and buttons on your jacket.

It would be equally as embarrassing as everything else tonight to admit that you're running to the bedroom, but you're running to the bedroom.

Inside, Matthew is lounging on your bed, changed and cozy and topless. His jeans swapped out for the spare sweats he keeps here, his usual hat and sunglasses discarded, his rib tattoo on display, he looks comfortable and mouth-wateringly good.

"Hey," he says.

He's scrolling on his phone, but he smiles as you come in and shut the door behind you.

"I'm gonna get changed," you say.

"Gonna admit you wanna play, too?" Matthew asks.

That smile has turned playful, his tongue between his teeth.

"Yeah."

"Oh, yeah?"

You return your top to the closet carefully, undressing piecemeal and buying yourself as much time as you can. "Yeah."

"Then come to Daddy."

It's instantaneous, the way you absolutely throb at his words. Butterflies in your stomach, you suspect that your panties are going to be in quite the state when you finally get down to them.

"You can't just say things like that!" you complain.

"Why not?"

"It's embarrassing."

"How's it embarrassing?" he asks, arms crossed behind his head up against the headboard. "You like it, I like it, let's go."

"It just is."

"You're makin' things hard for yourself. Don't be so high-strung, baby."

Dressed again in an oversized pajama shirt and undies - you were correct, they're soaked, and you're doomed - there's no choice but to join Matthew on the bed. He opens his arms to you, but as you go to settle yourself into his side, he redirects you onto his lap, instead. It's still secure, still nice, but much more confrontational, as he winds his arms around your waist and makes you look at him.

"Ain't it more fun to just admit you wanna try something?" he asks.

"I guess." You hate when he's right.

"Say it," he teases.

"Say what?"

"It."

"It," you repeat.

He squeezes your sides under his hands. "Not what I meant."

You know what he meant, but you're not about to just...say it.

Matthew doesn't seem to mind your hesitation, though, because he just kisses you. Hot, and dirty, tongue at the seam of your lips, holding you fast against his lap, taking his sweet time with it.

"I getcha," he says. "It needs to be natural, right, baby? You gotta wanna say it."

He's right about this too, you realize, as you consider it. But you do want to. You're embarrassed, yes, but the bone-deep feeling of want is there. This is something you want.

You just put your t-shirt on, but he's got it off you again in an instant. Easy come, easy go.

"I can feel you, y'know," Matthew murmurs.

You know what he means, but he says it anyway.

"You're gonna soak through my sweats. Hot 'n bothered, huh?"

"A little," you agree.

"Stop holdin' back," he teases.

His mouth returns, this time to your throat, where he bites down enough to make you yelp. Matthew is a lot stronger than you, and usually he's careful not to use that physical advantage too much, out of fairness and safety, but tonight he doesn't seem to care. He drags you forward a little, into him, settling you right over the bulge in his sweatpants.

"D'you want this?"

"Now you're the one holding back," you say.

He laughs, even as he bites down again, at your collarbone this time. He tweaks one of your nipples, just to hear the sound you make.

"Fine," he says, "You want Daddy's cock?"

Your punched-out moan at that one makes him laugh again.

"Imma take that as a yes."

"It's a yes," you assure him.

"Then say it."

You still can't quite say it, but that doesn't stop Matthew.

One strong arm around your back, he turns the two of you over, settling you on your back on the mattress, careful to get your head on your pillow and your thighs spread wide for him. Careful, accommodating. Taking care. Kind of definitely filling the role of-

"You gotta say it if you want it," he tells you.

His sweatpants are gone, and his boxers are gone, which makes your sticky-wet panties the last layer between the two of you.

"I know you can. I know you want it."

He's well-endowed to the point of absolute comic insanity, and you're grinding against him for just a moment of stimulation. Matthew presses another kiss to your lips, sweet this time, before dipping back down to drag your panties down your legs and off.

"Any time now."

You're practically panting. "I want..."

Matthew drags his length against you, agonizing.

"I want - fucking shit - I want...Daddy's cock."

"Good girl," he praises.

Your reward is the smooth, hot press of his cockhead inside you, the thick slide of the rest of him following. He groans. You arch into him, hands going to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

"C'mon, baby. Daddy wants to hear you."

[sunshineryujins]

out·ra·geous | bm

bm (kard) x 5th member! reader

warnings: implied sexual content, bm being bm, swearing

18+ MINORS DNI

notes: i love kard.

not beta reader / probably bad grammar

You and BM had gone out for lunch as the other members of KARD frankly tired of both of yours shit and even threw money at the two of you to get out.

The two of you sit laughing in the cafe trading dumb jokes back and forth until Matthew gets quiet for a second.

"You know how I got my stage name?" He asks and you shake your head.

"No?" You say puzzled. "How?"

"You want to find out?"

You laugh so hard that the two of you get kicked out of the restarunt.

[daebakinc]

Thoughts About Terminology in Smut from a Tumblr Elder

Friends, I've been on tumblr since 2012 and writing smut since 2006. I understand a lot of you are younger and newer to writing smut. This said, I keep coming across fics with graphic and derogatory terms which make me immediately stop reading your writing.

So I figured, I'd share my thoughts and opinions on the matter to either help you with writing smut or improve to keep your audience interested.

Now, as I said, these are my opinions. These are not rules or guidelines you need to follow. You don't have to agree with them, but I genuinely dislike most smut out there because of the wording, so here we go.

The Problem

Being younger/newer writers, I understand that you're going to get your terminology from the media and porn, giving you words like tits, dick, cock, and pussy. These words are NOT sexy.

I read the phrase today "bouncing on his dick." Who is this meant to turn on? "Ah yes baby, bounce on my dick, lemme see your tits jiggle." This creates the opposite of arousal and sounds like the teens in horror movies, boning with the killer watching them before they die.

Bounce and jiggle are also not sexy. Again, I know we hear these words in media, especially music, but I think that's a big part of why they're not sexy. When I hear "jiggle" I think of jello. If you're turned on by jiggling jello, we have other issues to discuss.

The main reason tits, dick, cock, and pussy are not sexy, is because they're primarily used in a derogatory sense. If you're calling someone a "dick" you mean it in a bad way, like they're a terrible human being that generally no one likes. My personal favorite insults are "eat a dick" and "what a bag of dicks." These are insults, meant to be hurtful, so trying to turn and use them in a sexy way, it just comes off as vulgar and not sensual in the way you would want it.

Possible Solutions

Chest I know Big Matthew of Kard blew up the internet when he referred to Wonho of Monsta X's chest by saying "that man has some big ol' tiddies" but he wasn't saying it to be sexy. It was said casually, and since has been used to be funny. Tits have never been a sexy word. It's been used in phrases like "colder than a witch's tit" or like some old mobster "hey tuts, show me your tits." Again, derogatory, not sexy. For guys, I like using chest/pecs/pectorals. Those with boobs, I keep it simple with breasts.

Penis There's nothing wrong with just using the word "penis." It's what it is actually called. It can be used for men/trans/nonbinary people who have one. I'd rather be "riding a penis" than "bouncing on a dick." Some people don't like "penis" because it's too medical a term, so that's when you can get creative. You don't actually have to say what it is. You can call it their length, girth, shaft, hard-on, hard evidence of their arousal, etc. There is always something sexy about keeping mystery in the language and by not outright saying what it is. This doesn't mean you have to go full on grocery store romance novel and use terms like "his enflamed tulip" or "his elephant's trunk" but even then, though it would make me stop and chuckle, I'd prefer "enflamed tulip" to "throbbing cock" any day. I would also steer clear of the phrase "nether regions" for both penis/vagina.

Vulva/Vagina Pussy has never been sexy to me. And with rappers/musical artists singing things like "ima beat that pussy up ugly" or "wet ass pussy" it's just an immediate turn off for me. If you're talking about the front/top area where the pubic bone is, mound or puss(different from pussy, more like a cute nickname for a cat, here puss puss) are my go tos. "Fupa" ew. I didn't even know what a fupa was and had to have it explained to me not too long ago. In general, please just stay away from slang terms. Slang in smut is not your friend. There's not too much that can be said for clitoris/clit. I think these terms are fine. If this is a focused area for a bit of the writing, it's nice to switch between terms. I also like using "bud" just to change up the language. Note; "bud" can also be used for nipples, so you're not using the word too much. Vulva is also a perfectly good word. I don't see a problem using the phrase "folds" though I know some people do. "Lips" is also okay, just make sure to specify they're lips between legs, not on a face. You would be correct in thinking there is nothing sexy about the word vagina. I think a big part of this is that it's been used incorrectly so often. DO NOT USE THE WORD CUNT. CUNT IS SUPA NOT SEXY AND EASILY THE MOST DEROGATOY OF THE TERMS DISCUSSED THUS FAR. When i hear/see the word "cunt" I think of The Exorcist, and the girl fucking herself with a crucifix. Are you turned on? Good, you shouldn't be. Like penis, it's good to keep a bit of mystery in the language. Instead of "vagina" you could say warmth, heat, core, entrance. "Slit" is not my favorite, but if you're looking for a change of language, I don't mind it. Please please please please please NEVER use the word "hole." Any and all arousal drops with the word "hole."

Butt There's not really much that can be used for butt/ass. These terms are fine. There's no way to be mysterious or sexy with the language by saying something like "grabbing their round moon" LOLOLOL HOWEVER, don't use anus. This is a time I will strongly advice against the use of medical/scientific terms. Just, no. If you're trying to describe anal play, just say it's anal play/anal. Again, I would strongly advise against using the word "hole" but instead just use the action of the peen or fingers "entering" or "pushing in."

Movements If I see the words jiggle or bounce in your fic, I'm done. I don't care what else is to be said. Sincerely, no one wants to see the word jiggle. Not anyone. I understand that being thrust into can cause body parts to move, but you don't need to mention it. Not that smut is necessarily classy, but saying "jiggle" does take class out of it. If a character has "jiggling" parts, I'm assuming they're in a jackhammer-esque situation, which already is not sexy. You're writing smut to turn someone on. Jackhammer is quick and doesn't last long. You want it to last long. The movements should be slow and intentional. Sensual is your goal, not speed. Alternatives to "bounce": gyrate, grind, push, thrust, pump, move up and down.

I probably have more to say than this, but as a basis, these are my thoughts. If anyone has more to add-on, please feel free to do so.

Once again, you don't have to agree with me or follow this, but if you did, I would be more interested in your smut.

Happy writing!

~Admin V

[ahxiang]

🎶 music tag 🎶

🎶 when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. then, send this ask/tag 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) 🎶

thank you @gillianthecat for tagging me!! i love any and all excuses to talk about the music i listen to and i'm actually playing a 5 6 song playlist on repeat recently, so this is perfect!!

the girls slayed with this one, immaculate vocals and fantastic visuals. his hair makes him look like shrek, but matthew's verse is so good, i can't stop doing it around the house. and j.seph's verse makes me want to learn korean just so i can rap along. i'm obsessed with the choreo, i watch the dance challenge videos like crazy. haven't stopped listening since it came out

🎵 dreaaaming of youuu, everydayyyyy!! 🎵 yoon seo bin's voice is so heavenly, i love everything he does. and poongdeok 304 has a bomb ost

i love this song sooooo much 😭😭😭 listened to just this song on repeat for a few hours yesterday, i can't get enough of it. it's the new cupid by fifty fifty for me. makes me so happy 🥰🥰🥰

found this song three weeks ago and immediately began playing it exclusively on repeat for hours, the harmonies are so *clenches fist*

bye guys, hi ladies~, mmmmmuah!! 💋 an iconic song, never gets old, love to blast it in the car. rediscovered it a few weeks ago and play it for anyone who will listen

i had my friend on my radio show and let her play a song and she chose this one because it fit my show's theme (whiplash) and i fell in love. i love songs that sound like two or more different songs in one and this one fucking SLAPS. txt strikes again with another bop.

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“Did you think I wouldn’t catch you? Or…were you hoping I would?” The voice dipped lower, a dangerous register nearly a growl. Red eyes flashing with interest, stalking round him shrouded by the darkness just outside the only lamps golden circle. “Either way…a truly moronic move coming here. Seems curiosity will finally kill the cat…or more the cats play toy.”

He only glared back, not that he could speak with those fingers squeezing his throat so tightly, or through the mouthful of cotton gagging him. The red eyes flashed, and he was left to assume he had blinked, struggling to make out the hidden shapes stalking him like predators ready for the kill.

“She’s not going home with you…I’m keeping her right here in my palm. Where she always was…” The purr of smug triumph only earned a deeper snear, orange flickering in his own irises despite the pain burning in his wrists and chest as the chains instantly contracted around him. The red eyes narrowed in what he could only assume was a smile, white teeth flashing at him. “Where she belongs.”

Matthew snarled, muscles rippling to no avail. Giving up and leaning back to catch his breath, Matthew let the furry buzz in his veins eyes glowing at him as his vision sharpened. The thin but beautiful man before him smiled wider, chocolate skin warm like the most beautiful wood in summer but even Matthew knew his touch would be a blazing ice storm of frost.

“Now call of your mutts before I decide to see just how good my forbidden fruit tastes like.” The demons smile fell away in a flash eyes cold and merciless.

“Boss, you don’t have to worry about us we’re fine!” Despite the voice ringing in his skull Matthew settled, eyes fading back to a dark brown, muscles going slack with defeat. The man laughed watching Matts head drop with twisted joy, tossing the silver knife up and down catching it deftly after each twirl. There was nothing in this world that could stop Matt in his tracks as fast as threats to his loved ones, especially-

“Now then…Once they leave I’ll come back to you. I think we ought to defang our puppy before releasing him.” The vampires footsteps clicked across the ground as his versace shoes met the stone tiles. “It was a nice try, but she’s destined for greater things than the bride of some misbegotten pup-”

Just as The vampire chuckled on the insult several othersounds cut him short. Faster than a hunter with an arrow on the string, three things happened at once. The first a scream and noise of something like kindled wood popping up stairs. The second the horrible ripping sound of metal being torn from stone and metal alike, and the third was two of the other vampires screams as Matthew exploded outward.

“Impossible-” But Tiberious didn’t get to finish his word as faster than lightning, Matthew dropped the two dead flaking piles of ash and shifted into his human form again chains left behind. The silver knife had barely left his hand when Tiberious felt the burning hot fist connect with his stomach, sending the lanky beautiful man flying up the stairs through the door and smashing into the brick wall of the kitchen. “The chai-ack the chains were enchanted how-”

Matthew snarled lunging up the steps hands clasping around the vampires neck and wrists, struggling to keep another blade from coming crashing down upon him. Orange eyes blazed with hatred as Matthew growled in his face just safe of the snapping white teeth.

“I’m under a stronger spell than anything you can muster.” Matthews words brought confusion to the vampires blood red eyes, stark white hair falling into his face.

“Hey boss time to move the house is burning fast!” Matthew grunted in acknowledgment and focused on his tussle of strength with the vampire. He was easily stronger, but the slippery bastard had hundreds of years combat over him and he was not below using every and any cheap shot to free himself. It was in one of the moments where knowledge over powered brawn that The vampire hissed at him, marked up with injuries much as Matt.

“I’d rather let you both die here then let her fall into your filthy paws!”

Matthew for a moment would have liked to believe it was these words that gave him the strength for the next thirty seconds, but in fact it was aided by the fact that the stake just below Tiberious had finally pierced him beginning its slow way deep into his ancient frame. Matthew did not have the luxury to celebrate his victory as Tiberious screamed a curse the last of his vile energy blasting out in a wave of energy, sending not just Matthew but the vampires who had come running to his aid flying in all directions.

“-Boss! BOSS-FOR FUCKS SAKE MATT GET UP THE FIGHTS NOT DONE!” It took Matthew a few minutes to gather himself back up, blinking the black dots out of his vision. J.Sephs ungulating form battled feet from him keeping the vampires at bay.

“Fuck this.” Matthew groaned, picking himself up injuries burning and throbbing. The explosion having blown up one third of the house and collapsed another third. Taking a moment to let the noises of the world return to his senses, Matthew took in the wreckage with a pounding heart. A shining golden necklace laying in the grass a foot from him sent white cold fear coursing through his body, the blaze of the flames beginning to spread to the last of the abode.

“MATTHEW!” Jiwoo’s scream snapped him out of his stupor. Lifting his gaze he saw her guns blazing as she peppered two vampires with holes, before hurrying to switch out the empty cartridges. “HURRY UP IDIOT!”

Somin leapt to her girlfriends side, slashing down an opponent behind her before dancing away lit in the burning glow of the fire. Matthew swallowed and pressed his feet into the ground, leaping forward over their heads eyes blazing as his clawed hands landed on a loose beam and managing at the last moment to launch himself into the crumbling interior.

The interior was a maze of debris, dying vampires, and flames. Each breath burned but Matthew lifted his head diving deeper into the flames to an area of smoke, kicking the door to the last room open with animlaistic strength.

“MATT! Thank god-” The sight would have been comical had Matthew not had to dive forward and catch the rope as the bedsheets ripped, nearly sending you plummeting down three stories to your death. “Oh-fuck-”

Matthew sighed in relief as you clambered back inside and into his arms, the mannacles around your wrists not stopping you from hugging him tight. A deep rumble left his chest in relief to see that a small gash and soot were the worst of your injuries, crushing you to his chest.

“Hold on babe, I got you now.” Matthew wasn’t really sure if his words were to soothe your beaming smile, or the fears all along that he’d been too late in his rescue. Scooping you up in one arm Matt took a step back and then took off running leaping out the same window you’d been trying to escape down. Feet crushing the last vampire under foot Matt didnt do more then swing you to his back before taking off again. He knew you could hold onto him, the arms tightening around his neck as he shifted proof enough of this.

“Time to go!” His words brought smiles to his three companions who tucked away their weapons, Jiwoo climbing onto Somins lean wolf form as they took off, J.Seph bringing up the rear large panther form keeping up easily.

Matthew would never forget that moment as he sunk into a steady run, heart slowing to match your racing one, your lips brushing his white fluffy ears. “Thank you. Lets go home Matt.”

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“How are you doing?” Matthew melted, here he was, freshly showered and ready to check you up for the tenth time since you’d returned to the flat you shared, and you were more interested in how HE was doing.

“I’m fine babe, how are your wounds?” Matthew had been more than a bit upset before as he was shooed off to go shower and get cleaned up while Jiwoo and Somin bickered and cleaned you up. But when you smiled and held your arms out to him with just light bandaging on your wrists he found himself falling into them, rumbling like the over sized puppy he was inside.

“Why don’t you kiss me and find out.” Your sweet purr took him by surprise, as did the warmth of your skin on his. It occurred to him now as he laid atop you, you were only wearing a thin nightgown.

“Babe you just got-”

“Exactly,” The way you rolled ontop of him had Matthew blinking in surprise. “I’m free, no more vampires, no more fears…nothing holding me back from what I want.” Your fingers though cooler than his werewolf form, felt so warm and soft running over his rugged cheeks. “And I want you…I want my mate.”

Matthews heart nearly leapt out of his chest as you straddled over his crotch, the towel doing nothing to stop you from slowly grinding your core over his cock. The way your scent thickened and his heart stuttered, wolf howling for him to do everything to please you right then and there-

“Babe, mating is permanent. No amount of your magic will be able too-” You shushed him, covering his lips with yours. You’d heard his argument before, knew why he was so scared to go past sweet kisses. But now having almost lost not just your own life, but maybe his or your friends you knew there was nothing else in this world, and no one else that you wanted.

Your human eyes shifted rainbow twinkling in them as you imbued every word with your life force. “I swear myself to you, heart, body and soul Matthew Kim. Be my future, my present, and my partner, please? Theres no one for me in this universe or any other than you.”

Matthew could feel every fiber of his being blazing with energy, the flames of his power licking through his veins. “It,,,it’ll hurt.” He warned voice rasping with desire, wolf clawing its way to the surface.

“Give it too me, I’ll take the pain and the pleasure. I’ll stay with you forever.” All of Matts walls, months of restraining himself, talking down any situation past kissing fell away as your lips met his, bodies curling together long into the darkness of the night.

[sweetestofchaos]

In YOUR opinion who ( out of idols/groups you like ) do you think is most likely to date / be into plus size woman? 🤔🤨

This is a good question. Please don't take my words to heart, okay? This is just how I feel and what would I know? I'm not them, so yeah.

Also, before I get into it...there is a Got7 ask somewhere on here where I was asked kind of the same question, but I can't find it. So, if you do find it, send it to me lol

Big Matthew (Kard)/ Wonho (Solo) - They are huge! I'm sure they would date or be into a plus size woman cause they would be able to make her feel good about herself. Her weight means nothing to them, she's a feather!

Joohoney (Monsta X) / Yugyeom (Got7) / Yoongi (BTS) - They just give off that vibe, ya know? They don't care what you think and will date whoever they want. They don't need to prove anything to anyone, so yeah. Having a plus sized s/o wouldn't bother them at all.

Johnny Su (NCT 127)/ Mark (Got7) / Chan (Stray Kids) / Felix (Stray Kids) / Mark (NCT 127) - Since they were born and raised in places other than South Korea, they seem to have more of an open mind. They don't seem to be tied down by strict ideas and traditions like the others. Having a plus sized s/o wouldn't even make them bat an eye.

Seokjin (BTS) - Would totally fool around and date...I feel like they are the type to date for marriage. Outside of BTS I think Seokjin is really shy and keeps to himself, so if he dated a plus sized woman he would be happy. He wouldn't care about what anyone has to say because she makes him happy and brings him peace, which is all that man really wants.

Jaehyun (NCT 127) / Namjoon (BTS) - As long as she's smart and has a good sense of humor, they wouldn't care about her size. They seem to care more about personality over looks, so yeah. Size is but a number to them and that means nothing.

Jimin (BTS) / Changbin (Stray Kids) - I can see them fooling around with a plus sized woman, but I'm not sure if they would date them. Maybe more on the lines of fwb or a booty call? If they were to date a plus sized woman, she would have to be confident in herself!

Jungkook (BTS) - JK is already out there, so he wouldn't have any type of issue with fooling around, but dating...I don't think so. I'm not sure why, he just gives me that vibe.

I'm sure I missed a few guys, but these are the main one that come to my mind right away. If you have anyone you would like me to think about, just send another ask! Thank you again for sending in this ask and just know no matter what, being plus sized doesn't mean anything! Everyone deserves to be cherished and loved! How you look only plays part of a roll, it really is what's inside that counts for a lot of people.

Love ya,

𝒞𝒽𝒶ℴ𝓈

[hijirikaww]

Matthew Kim is my husband, and this is why.

Slay, my Stay.

Slay.

AYYYYYYYYYYYY that was a great poem LOL IT WAS LIKE FOUR WORDS HOW IS THAT A POEM but still arent i gr8

but anyways

Matthew Kim of KARD is a STAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and Chan biased

as he shOULD BE

Hshshsjs I am happy for you ;P

I love your poem, it also sounds like a great mantra to me.

Reminds me of Monsta X's I'ma slay I'ma chill I'ma kill. :) 💪🏻👌🏻

I gotta agree with his bias choice cuz Channie is so adorable and sweet and talented and who can ever get enough of that Aussie accent ^_^

Thanks for putting your cuteness in my inbox today 💫🐛 have a lovely day 💖

[pinievsev]

Heya!

I just saw you're taking requests for KARD imagines! And I absolutely love you for that.

Could you please write something like one sided love with BM? Like maybe reader loves him but he loves someone else. Could be happy or sad ending. That's upto you

Thank you ❤️

It is FINALLY HERE! AFTER A LONG TIME OF WRITERS BLOCK. DEPRESSION, AND LACK OF MOTIVATION I HAVE DECIDED TO RETURN! (like I haven't said this bfr. 😜)

Anyways! Tysm for the request and let's get right on it. When I finish with the banner ofc. ( Queue banner making cutscene)

(as always, requests are open and you can find Information and my masterlist pinned on my blog)

(done! Let's go)

Kim Matthew X GN!reader

Angst to fluff and some crack because well. It's KARD.

Warnings: kissing, mentions of alcohol and being drunk, absolute stupidity from both sides.

© The-Lemon-Boy on Tumblr

IDIOT- BM (KIM MATTHEW)

2:46am

You peacefully laid in bed, unable to sleep, you'd been scrolling on your phone for hours, on tiktok, Instagram, Pinterest even.

You gave up on sleep and got out of bed, the only sound in the house being the soft thuds of your socked feet on the floor as you walked. You made your way into the kitchen, deciding to make some coffee if you were going to pull another all nighter.

As you see the warm mig on the table, a startling thud sounded from your front door. You walked over, quietly peeking through the peephole only to see no one.

Cautiously opening the door slightly, you sighed as you were met with the sigh of your long time friend and crush Matthew, passed out Infront of your door, cheeks red and hair a mess reeking of alcohol.

You bent down and shook him awake carefully, ushering him inside as you saw the old lady down the hall open her door, probably after hearing the bang on your door.

Matthew immediately fell on your couch with a long whine, rubbing his face. "What the fuck happened?" He asked.

"like I would know. You passed out Infront of my door looking like you just got chased by wild coyotes" you replied handing him your previously made coffee. You'd make another one for yourself later.

You watched as he took a big sip, looking up at you. "Ha ha. Funny." The sarcasm clear in his tone.

"I know. I am pretty funny" you joked. "Now, drink up, I'll be right back" you said, walking upstairs and to your bedroom where you opened the very bottom drawer of a dresser and pulled out some of his clothes he had left here when he needed to stay for the night.

Believe it or not, this happened at least once a month, he'd show up in the middle of the night to your house, drunk out of his mind. In all honesty, you were glad he trusted you enough to come to you, but you wished he'd stop drinking this much.

You walked back door stairs, clothes in hand. You saw Matt sitting on the couch, the coffee mug already empty.

"here" you simply said handing them to him. He took them with a nod and made his way to your bathroom. You see this was standard procedure.

He would drink coffee you made him, go take a shower and you'd bring a pillow and blanket out on the couch for him to sleep for the night as you didn't trust him going back to the dorms alone.

After all of that, you said goodnight and went to bed. You've learned not to ask why he'd get so drunk since the few times you tried he started stuttering and avoided the question. So you just guessed he was having some kind of girl problems.

Little did you know.

Fast forward a few weeks later, you decided to go watch the group practice. Being the amazing friend you are you got drinks (not alcohol alright?) And snacks for everyone.

As soon as you entered the room, jiwoo ran to hug you, j.seph close behind. Then Somin and lastly BM you just gave you a quick side hug. Huh, weird.

You placed the goods on a table, taking everything out of the bags and laying it out for them to take.

"you're awesome" jiwoo said, taking a chocolate bar and smiling widely.

"oh I know." You joked making everyone laugh, again, instead of Matt.

You watched for hours as they practiced, cheering them on, getting them water and whatnot.

At some point, Matt said he was going to the bathroom, but as he exited the room, you noticed he went the opposite way. So you followed him.

He ended up going to an empty practice room, sitting down against a wall and sighing loudly.

You knocked on the door, causing him to visibly tense once again. "Hey Matt. Can I talk to you for a minute?" He simply gulped and nodded

You say down next to him, you've liked him for years yet you never thought he liked you back, so you simply distanced yourself from him. When you received no reaction, your suspicions were confirmed and you tried to get rid of your feelings. Which you failed at.

The thing was that he was just scared, scared you didn't like him when you distanced yourself, scared you'd reject him and scared of what he'd do with the growing feeling of love and adoration for you. So he decided to drink. Drink until he forgot how you stopped talking to him as frequently, or how you barely hugged him anymore.

"what's up?" He asked after a minute of silence.

"Matt. Are you okay?" You asked, making his heart beat faster. You cared?

"I uh, yeah why?" He said, inhaling deeply through his nose. "You've been drinking too much lately. What happened?"

What was he going to tell you now?! He couldn't just confess. You didn't like him back!

"uhm, uh, dating problems." He settled finally, regretting his words as soon as he saw your face drop for a few seconds.

"ah, I see. If you need any advice I can try helping you?" Great! Maybe he could hint that he liked you through that

"sure. So uhm, this person, I've known them for a while, they've always been so caring, even when we drifted apart they still cared so much. But I was and still am too scared to say anything, I don't think, they like me back the way I like them you know?"

This whole time you listened carefully to his words, slowly putting the limited amount of information together.

"ah, I have, a similar situation." His eyes widened "instead, tho, I am that person." You added. Tilting your head hoping he'd understand.

He zoned out for a few minutes. "Wait wait. Do you mean-?" "Yes you idiot I do." You smacked the green haired man upside the head.

"holy shit - you do!" He chuckled and hugged you. You hugged him back, until you heard, sniffling. "Are you seriously -" he cut you off "shut up."

You smiled and pulled back so you could hold his face with both of your hands. His eyes were watery, tears threating to spill "why?" You simply asked

"I just, I thought you hated me when you stopped talking to me as much as you did or when you stopped avoiding my hugs. My very amazing hugs at that." You shook your head at the dumbass Infront of you

"you're right. I don't know how I did that honestly." You learned forward, pecking his lips, testing the waters, and when he chased your lips with his you were sure.

You kissed for a good minute before breaking apart for air staring at eachother quietly.

"you're an idiot" you said "so are you." He replied "but you're my idiot now. And you're not escaping" he added, tackling you with a hug and small kisses all over your face

"not liked I would've tried to anyways"

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hey! how are u doing? hope you're staying safe, I'm currently obsessed with BM. could you write something about him being jealous? love ur content xx

hello, luv, i’m doing well ! i hope you’re doing okay too (take care of yourself!!) also i’m sure you must be as upset about the delay of BM’s solo as i am... seriously where is it?! i hope it’s okay that i wrote this as a headcannon~

Jealous BM

Warnings: none

for gender neutral reader <3

the glare Matthew is giving us here makes it seem like i’m about to go off about him being the angry/super jealous type but...

MATTHEW IS SO SOFT!!

i really can’t see him getting jealous because he’s so understanding

so when he does get jealous, he gets j e a l o u s

you know something is up cause he won’t talk to you

he’s a lot more quiet than usual

he won’t smile and he seems to be constantly spacing out

when you ask him what’s wrong, he just gives you a small, fake smile and tells you that he’s fine

in reality, he keeps replaying the same images in his head: of you being overly affectionate with your friends

or whatever it was that made him jealous

maybe it was someone checking you out when you were really dressed up

people saying how attractive you are and how they want to ask for your number even though Matthew is right! there! beside you! that’s your mans next to you!!

stuff like that would drive him insane

he’ll purposely hold your hand or wrap his arm around your shoulder to show people how close you are and that they shouldn’t dare to make any moves on you

inside, he’s so angry but on the outside, he seems so calm as he’s doing all of this

he makes it look natural

then, at home, he gets into a bad mood and won’t talk :(

but honestly... he loves you so much

he’ll eventually give in and will tell you what’s wrong

he’ll whine about how you’re so close with your friends but sometimes don’t show him as much affection

or how everyone keeps trying to make a move on you even though he’s right next to you and it’s obvious he’s your boyfriend

all it takes is you telling him to not worry, that no one could ever take you away from him

and he returns to his :D !!! and happy mood hehe

like just give hime a hug and he’ll immediately be happy

because he trusts you and loves you!

i feel like every time he recovers from his jealousy, he gets super clingy though :”)

will hug you nonstop

pls let him show how much he loves you <3

and pls give him a head pat and a hug in return <3

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day 20: only one bed

kard 1.5k words female reader insert Reader x Matthew Kim (BM) NSFW

🖤 warnings: inappropriate coworker relationships, yes i turned one of the all-time best tropes into a prompt be mad about it🖤

🎂 happy matthew day~

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This all sounded way less ridiculous on paper.

Or, like, in an email.

When they were planning the room arrangements for this company trip, you'd thought it was no big deal to volunteer be placed in a mixed-gender room. There just wasn't the budget to put everyone separately, and not enough pre-planned pairs to make it work without mixing different branches together. It seemed like a simple courtesy to say that you'd be okay with someone from a different branch, and a different gender, if it came to all that.

But once you saw the final lineup, you knew you'd be in for it.

Not that you got a bad roommate, or anything. You've actually met him a few times before, and he's a cool guy. Very gentle, polite.

He's just also extremely hot.

You've never really registered exactly how hot, before. Over the three or four other conferences like this one, you've always been glued to your work bestie. But she transferred departments, and now here you are.

Here, at the open bar that the company set up in the hotel lounge, watching him chat with a group of people.

His suit jacket is long gone, his shirt unbuttoned by a few more inches than it was when he arrived this afternoon, showing a deep v of tanned, firm chest. His bleaches hair is starting to come out of its neatly-gelled part, strands falling into his face elegantly.

One of the women from the newest branch is wearing a little sash...it's her birthday, you assume, squinting over the rim of your glass at her. And it looks like he's in the process of buying her a drink for it.

If it was anyone else, you'd figure that they were trying to make a move, but Matthew Kim is just that nice. A little bit of a player, if memory serves, with the smooth talking and earnest extroversion, but a very sweet guy overall.

You lose track of your very hot roommate after a while.

Your boss finds you, and makes you participate in a very long toast to the success of the conference, and after that, Matthew is long gone.

It's not that birthday girl, because she's still here with her coworkers, but you assume (based on nothing, admittedly, nothing but looks) that maybe he's hunting somewhere else. He seems like he's the party type, anyway. Maybe he's going somewhere else for a second round. Who knows.

Conferences are supposed to be "fun," but you all do still have meetings in the morning. You've had about all the fun you're going to have, tonight.

You bid your coworkers a good night, and you retreat to your room.

You just want to get through this trip without anything embarrassing happening.

So, of course, you run into your very hot roommate at the elevator.

He's standing there, waiting, button already pressed, when you walk up, and he looks nothing but happy to see you.

"Oh, hey," he grins. "Goin' up?"

"I'm done for the night," you agree.

"Feel that. I wanna take a shower and crash."

You'd neglected to process, until this moment, that the two of you are sharing a shower, too.

"Yeah, I'm exhausted," you find yourself saying, anyway.

The elevator arrives with a ding, and the two of you are quiet on the ride up. Both playing with your phones, and while your calm is completely forced, his seems natural.

You go to the room in companionable silence.

But once the door is unlocked, and the two of you go in, there is one glaring problem.

"That don't look like two doubles," Matthew says.

He's right. The room that you'd been promised, a double room with two beds, instead has one luxurious queen. Your privacy and his, assured by the HR people arranging this trip, are all but gone.

The only thing your traitorous brain can think, though, is that this situation isn't half bad.

"I'll call the front desk and see wassup," Matthew says, going for the room phone.

He puts the call on speaker.

"I'm so sorry, but we're fully booked. Unless you're able to switch with other members of your booking party, there's really nothing we can offer aside from compensation after the stay..."

The concierge sounds properly apologetic in corporate, and you can't blame them for this. It is what it is.

"That's gonna be more trouble, isn't it?" Matthew asks you.

"Yeah."

"Then we'll jus' figure it out," he decides.

Figure it out.

Okay.

Figuring it out turns out to mean Matthew taking a shower, and then you taking a shower, and then both of you standing on your respective sides of the bed. The energy is indescribable.

"You sure this is okay?" he asks.

You wonder what kind of face you're making, that makes him think he has to ask that.

"As long as you're okay, too," you say.

"Can I just..."

You nod, and he peels back the duvet and makes himself comfortable. There's something kind of intimate about joining him under the covers right away, so as casually as you can, you lay on top, instead.

He doesn't comment on it. Gracefully, he just rolls over to one side and gets back on his phone until you get comfortable.

And after you've wriggled yourself into a comfy spot, he asks you, "Did you have a good time?"

"Tonight?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah, it was nice," you say. "Did you do birthday shots with what's-her-name from Chula Vista branch?"

Matthew laughs. "Just like...one."

You're not jealous, you're really not, but there's a very particular feeling under your skin that you can't shake.

"Nice."

"You coulda joined it."

You shrug. "Don't know her. It'd be weird."

"Nah."

You venture out on a limb. "I'm assuming there's no partner in the mix who's gonna get mad about you, like, buying birthday shots? And sleeping here?"

"No girlfriend," he affirms.

"A hunk like you?"

He laughs again.

The two of you aren't looking at each other, which is good, because you're audaciously embarrassed that that horrible sentence came out of your mouth. Either sentence, honestly. What business of yours is it, if he has a partner?

"Not much time," he says.

"Could have tried to bag that birthday girl," you joke.

"I think she's married," he muses. "Wouldn't be cool."

"Yeah, true."

Matthew turns to peer over his shoulder at you. "How 'bout you?"

"I'm not married," you say.

"I figured. But like...nobody back home?"

You've still been staring at your phone, until now. You glance at him.

"No."

You guys have eaten meals together maybe three times. You've gotten drunk together at least that many times. Your total time in his company is definitely less than one calendar day.

You've shared a bed, now, for about four minutes.

So the path from that to tugging Matthew on top of you and kissing him senseless is a little foggy.

He lets you, though. He laughs, a little, and he rolls easily into you, pulling the covers with him. They form a frustrating little barrier between the two of you, but that doesn't matter yet. You've got your arms around his neck, his hand planted in the mattress beside your shoulder, holding himself up as he curls around you and meets you inch for inch.

"S'goin' on?" he asks, sly.

Honesty is the best policy, you decide. "Anyone ever tell you you're super hot?"

"Maybe once or twice."

His words are cocky, but his smile is small and pleased, the genuine and slightly bashful expression of a guy who isn't used to being complimented like that.

"You should hear it more often, holy shit," you say.

He laughs again, louder.

"Would it be out of pocket to say that I'm curious what's under those lil pajamas?" he asks you.

You'd packed some demure and cozy sleepwear for this trip, normal t-shirt and long pajama pants. It seemed practical at the time, but now all you can think about is the sheer number of square inches of skin that are being cut off from touching Matthew, in his muscle tee and basketball shorts.

"You can be curious," you say. "Just depends if you're gonna do something about it."

"Ooh. You're kinda fun."

"I try."

You go for the hem of your own shirt, before he can. But he catches your wrist gently.

"Can I?"

"Of course. But you gotta make it fair," you tell him.

He strips off his own shirt before going for yours, and you're so transfixed by the sudden sight of his shredded torso - abs, pecs, lats, other things that you don't know the name of, scattered tattoos in thick ink - that you barely blink as he gets the garment off and flings it away to the room at large.

Your bottoms, and his, are lost just as quickly.

"I bet," Matthew says suddenly, halfway down your torso to do a little exploring below the waist. "Yo, I bet that the hotel staff did this on purpose."

"Did what?"

He smacks the mattress with one hand. "The bed."

You snort. "We were set up. Damn."

"Worked out kinda good for us, though."

"I'd say so."

Matthew continues his descent, telling you very seriously, "I hope these walls are kinda soundproof."

Oh, jeez. He's implying- "Why?"

"Cuz I think my boss is in the next room, and I really don't wanna have to explain this tomorrow."

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Simmering Heat

~Aka SUUUUPER belated Kinktober ‘21 Day 30~

Pairing: Jackson Wang (GOT7) x Matthew Kim|BM (KARD) x Fem!Reader

Rating: 18+

Genre(s)/Au(s): Smut, Romance, Established Relationship, Supernatural, Werewolf!Matthew, Vampire!Jackson, Cat Hybrid! Reader, Polyamorus Relationship

SWs: Threesome, Double Penetration, Anal, Biting, Fingering, Knotting, Predator/Prey Kink, Consensual Chase Kink, Hybrids in Heat, Praise Kink, Degredation Kink, Possessiveness, Self Slicking, Masturbation, Marking, Dacryphilia, Hair Pulling, Blood Kink, Aphrodisiac Saliva, Gaping, Multiple Orgasms, Breeding, Messy Sex, Rough Sex, Bruising (from Sex), Pegging, Sexual Switching, Spanking

TWs: Swearing, Blood (again, its bc Jackson is a vamp but its important to put here again)

WC: 4.5k+

A/N: The following work was a paid commission from me by @jacksons-goddess-gaia ! Thank you so much my love and thank you for your paitience!

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Heats are…an interesting thing. It affected the three of you in very different ways. 

 For Jackson, dating two hybrids that went into heat was certainly a lively experience. 

 The days you interrupted his work by brushing against him, tail curling around his waist, a purr rumbling in your throat as you send him a flirtatious smile and saunter away. 

 The nights when Matthew all but shreds his clothes to pieces, eyes gleaming in the dim light of the moon, cock hard and ready for any relief. 

 All of it was dizzying for the vampire, to be honest. Because with two excitable hybrids, came the pulse of lust that drew him in more than usual. The rush of blood in their veins, the way you both bare your necks to him, enticing him, enticing each other. It always ensured that when your heats were about, the vampire was in for a series of long, long nights. 

 It just so happened that today was one of those nights, and Jackson knew something was amiss the moment he stepped foot inside of your shared home. 

 There was the storming of feet trailing off somewhere, and before he could let the alarm bells blare in his head fully, he heard a giggle that undoubtedly sounded like yours. 

 “My loves?” He called into the home, and for a moment, everything stills. Then there’s a crash, and a blur rushes past him. Naturally, it's not faster for his eyes to see, and he spots your gleeful form darting past him, the sleeves of one of Matthew’s shirts flapping as you rush out the door. 

 Jackson slowly blinks. 

 “Why is she running? What’s she running for? Why is she-” finally, he caught a whiff of the pheromones that had drifted off of you, and made a small noise. 

 “Oh, we’re in heat. I’m guessing he’s chas-”

 Right on cue, Matthew nearly mowed him down, rushing outside in a pair of low-hanging sweatpants. Jackson watched his large form disappear after yours and hummed, turning to make his way through the house, fixing upturned tables and sofas. 

 If he had to guess, especially after seeing the palm-print smudge on the full-length mirror as he passed it, you both were in heat. He set some water bottles in the refrigerator and began setting out some toys. 

 After that, he sat on the bed and waited, nude and listening. He could hear you both in the distance, and he smiled to himself. 

 Several hundred yards away, Matthew is closing in on you, your name grumbled under his breath as he lunges for you. You spin and duck under him, smiling as your tail brushes along his cock before you rush towards your house, tail high. You’re not wearing anything under Matthew’s shirt, and part of you wants to let him catch you, carry you back, and ravage you. 

 A bigger part of you wants him to work for it, even in the pleasant achy haze of your mind. 

 Matt is always cuter when he’s growling and rutting into you, anyway. 

 Hotter, but cuter, as well. 

 He whimpers a lot. 

 As your mind wanders, you miss a step, and in a flash, you feel a strong arm wrap around your waist, snatching you back before your face becomes one with the floor. You mewl, looking down as Matthew buries his face in your neck, breathing in your scent as his tail wags. 

 “Got you.” He mumbles, fangs grazing along the skin as he immediately begins walking you back to your home, biting and kissing any part of you he could reach. You purr, your tail curling around his wrist as you run your fingers through his hair, tugging at the strands and pulling his head up for a searing kiss. He stumbles into the house with you in his arms, closing and locking the door before pressing you against it, kissing you feverishly. 

 He holds your ass, pressing his clothed bulge against your core and you can tell that his sweats were probably stained with his own precum in the front and slick in the back. You hook a leg around him and grind down, smiling against his lips. 

 “C’mon puppy. You can get your treat, you caught me.” You purr, cupping his face and smiling as he whimpers, nodding as he steals another kiss. 

 “Well, if you two are going to continue playing, you might as well come and give me a show.” 

 Jackson’s voice is calm, and even though he’s several rooms over, both of you hear him loud and clear. You look down at Matthew, sending him a smile and a wink, before nodding towards your room. 

 “Hurry. He’s waiting.” 

 The two of you getting to the room was a messy, uncoordinated affair that almost ended in a table being knocked over (again), but the two of you were excited to find Jackson waiting with the usual array of toys spread out on the bed. 

 “I wasn’t aware you both would be in heat. I would’ve taken the day off today. Though it seems you both have started just fine.” He motions to the bed, only moving aside an inch as Matt all but tosses you to the bed, ripping open his shirt and nearly tearing it away from your body had you not had thwacked him with your tail. 

 “Don’t destroy this one, it's still my favorite.” you pout. Matt grumbles but slowly peels the shirt off of you, leaning down to kiss and lick at his side of your neck once more. Jackson notices the completely bare left side of your neck and chuckles, reaching to run his fingers along Matt’s back, smiling at the keen and arch the move earned him.

 “Very good boy. Make sure to give her every inch. Don’t knot her yet, do you understand?” He instructed, lifting Matthew’s face. Deep red eyes met half-lidded amber, and the wolf nodded, looking down at his lips for a moment before leaning in for a kiss. 

 You watch the two of them, purring as your tail wiggled about. Coyly, you lift a thigh, pressing it against the underside of Matthew’s cock and smiling from ear to ear as he immediately grinds his hips down. Precum is smeared along your thigh as he sighs into his kiss, rutting steadily as Jackson deepened it. 

 There’s a small prick at his bottom lip, and Matthew hardly flinches at the small pain as Jackson suckled his lip, sighing into the kiss. 

 After he’d enjoyed the small taste, Jackson gently turned Matthew’s head, looking down at you. 

 “I’ll have my turn soon. But you two are aching, aren’t you?” Jackson hummed, reaching back, cupping and squeezing his ass, chuckling as he felt the slick running down the back of his thighs. Matt’s hips twitch, torn between your thigh rubbing against his cock and Jackson’s fingers squeezing and kneading, spreading his cheeks. 

 “C’mon~” You tug Matthew forward by the collar around his neck, kissing up to his pulse and purring against his skin, your tail trailing up his thigh as you smile. 

 “I could fuck myself, but it’s more fun if you do.” You tease him, reaching down to put your hand on his other ass cheek, squeezing and pulling him forward. Matt responds with a growl, kissing you deep and slow as he ruts his cock between your folds. The two of you had been fooling around long before Jackson got home, and between you riding Matthew’s face soon after you two woke up for the day and sitting in his lap to give a lapdance as he fingered you in the early afternoon, you were more than ready to take him without the extra prep. 

 “Stop teasing me.” You growl at him, huffing at the fact that he’d yet to relieve the ache between your legs any further than grinding between your folds, kissing and marking one side of your neck. 

 “Make me.” was the short retort, followed immediately by a chuckle as you hiss at him and reach down, nails lightly raking down his abs before you grab the base of his cock. You guide him properly to your pussy, sinking him into you before you hook a leg around his waist and tighten it. 

 “Fuck!” You mewl, tossing your head back as you feel him fully sink into you in one fluid motion. Matt grabs the headboard above you, eclipsing you with his larger body, his claws splintering the wood as he gripped it tight, clearly holding back from ravaging you now that he was surrounded by your heat. You purr against the heated skin of his neck, licking up the side of it before you cup his face and make him look into your feline eyes. 

 “Break me.”

 Jackson sits back and watches with a half-lidded gaze and a hand around his cock, smiling as the room immediately fills with the sound of the bed creaking and both you and Matthew’s moans. 

 Matthew’s cock is much bigger when he’s in heat, and nearly every thrust leaves you breathless and wanting more as you look up into his eyes. Your back arches, and you find yourself struggling to keep your eyes open under his stare, especially after he ran his tongue along his lips. 

  “Fuck, you’re clenching me like a vice baby. What’s wrong, afraid I’ll slip out?” He teases through his growls, finally letting go of the headboard in favor of grabbing your waist. 

 You hiss and narrow your eyes at him. 

 “Y-Youd better fucking not.” You try to half-heartedly threaten him, but it falls flat as he lifts your hips higher, making your back arch as he rocked into you faster. You can’t help the scream that falls from your lips as he slams into your g spot. 

 “Oh baby girl~” He chimes, muscles tensing. You can tell his rut is fully taking over his senses as his voice lowers a few octaves, accompanied by his eyes gleaming in the room as he stares down at you. 

 “Not until you make a mess on my cock.” He promises, keeping you up with one arm as his other hand trails down to rub your clit in fast circles. A scream catches in your throat as you pull his hair, yanking him down for a kiss. 

 You can barely keep yourself quiet in the kiss, and soon you give up on trying to do so, moaning in wanton abandon against his lips as you clench around him. 

 You feel slick and precum making a mess between your legs, but it only makes you ache more, the wet slap of his balls against your ass making your eyes roll back. 

 “Let me see that pretty face.” Jackson’s voice comes from the left and it takes an extra moment for you to process that he’s speaking before you feel Matthew turn your chin. You open your eyes, panting and barely able to focus as you watch Jackson stroke himself. He has his head propped up on his free hand, blood-red eyes pinning you in place more than Matthew’s thrusting. 

 “Who’s our good little breeding slut?”

 You nearly feel your vision go completely white on the spot as you clench down onto Matt, nails shredding the bedding below you as you cum with a cry. 

 Six words and you crumbled underneath both of their gazes, closing your eyes as you felt the sparks of pleasure electrify your entire being. Matt growled above you, picking you up instantly and sitting you in his lap. You cling to him for purchase, blinking owlishly before you let out a surprised mew as he grabbed your ass, spreading your cheeks apart so Jackson could see everything. 

 Where normally you’d curl your tail and try to hide shyly, you feel yourself leaning forward, pressing your breasts against Matt’s face so Jackson had an even better view of the mess between your legs. You feel teeth graze against your areola before Matthew bites lightly on your nipple, groaning against your skin. 

 While your gaze was brought back up front to the wolf, pulling his hair as you try to keep him flush against your chest. You cant move your hips as much as you wanted to, but your attempts to ride Matthew halt the moment you feel Jackson’s sturdy frame appear behind you, pulling your hair and humming as you gasp, looking back at him with your eyes blown with lust. Your body shakes with anticipation as you feel Matt’s hips stutter, his tongue tracing patterns along your nipple as he mumbled something about being ‘close’. 

 You find it hard to tear your eyes away from Jackson’s gaze, especially as he presses closer, his free hand dipping between your legs. You have half a mind to be flustered as he brings his hand back up, fingers completely soaked. 

 “Look at that. You’re making a mess everywhere. Both of you. What am I going to do with you both?” You hum. 

 “Fuck us.” You and Matthew blurt at the same time. You feel a laugh bubble up in your chest before it’s gone the moment Jackson presses his finger against your rim. The joys of being in heat mean he’s met with little to no resistance, a moan rolling from your throat as you feel him slowly work you open. 

 His pace contrasts Matthew’s and your brain is spinning by time you hear the wolf all but howl in delight, cumming hard inside of you. You instantly feel full, heat flooding inside of you. Idly you have a passing thought if he’d cum enough to make your stomach bulge but the thought is gone before you can fully process it as Jackson slides a second finger in, growling over your shoulder at Matthew. 

 “You better not fucking knot her. I said wait.” 

 Matt bares his teeth at him, looks ready to talk shit, but you cup his face and turn his head to you, purring as you nibble his bottom lip. 

 “Not yet. I still haven’t fucked you and I think Jackson wants you to fuck him once before you get locked down.” 

 That’s enough to satisfy him, his eyes softening. You can’t see behind him but you can tell his tail is wagging by the sound of it thumping against the sheets as Matt forces his hips to slow. 

 Jackson sighs dramatically behind you, pushing a third finger into your ass, nuzzling the bare, unmarked side of your neck. He can feel your blood rushing under the skin, and you smile, knowing what he wanted. You tilt your head to the opposite side and look at him out of the corner of your eye. 

 “Bite me. You must be going crazy yourself. We smell sweet, don’t we, my king?” 

 Jackson shudders before his fingers are removed. You don’t whine, knowing full well what’s coming next as there’s the rustle of sheets before the opening of the bottle behind you. It makes a sputtering sound that almost takes you out of it for a moment, a giggle bubbling up in your throat before it fizzled out feeling Jackson pressed against your ass. Matthew reached back down to spread your cheeks, his nose buried in the crook of your neck as Jackson pressed against your rim. 

 “Take a deep breath, my love.” the vampire urges. His voice is calm but you can tell he’s excited, practically purring himself. You smile and close your eyes, breathing in deeply. 

 There’s the prick of his fangs against your throat, and it makes you tense for a moment before you feel heat creep up your spine. You feel your body tremble, arching your ass back and shuddering as Matt mirrored him, biting down on the other side of your neck. 

 The pain was brief on both bites, melting into pleasure as you feel Jackson bottom out inside of you. The pull of him drinking used to feel weird to you, but after so many feedings, it actually made you ache and arch for more. 

 You and Matthew had found out Jackson’s saliva had doubled as an aphrodisiac sometimes, and it certainly made feeding times…interesting. 

 He also wasn’t allowed to feed on you in front of friends anymore. Not after last time. 

 That’s a story for another day. 

 You feel yourself getting soaked all over again, rolling your hips as best you can to urge them to move as you whimper. Thankfully, both of them answer your silent plea, one powerful thrust into you being coupled with the other nearly pulling out before sinking in fully and then repeating all over again. 

 “Our pretty kitten, look at you taking us so well,” Matt growls, his voice rough as he strains to behave despite his urges. His nails dig into your ass as he alternates between kissing you and growling sweet nothings into your ear. 

 Jackson is just as chattery behind you, hands groping and fondling your breasts as his hips snap forward. 

 “Of course~ Our one and only. No one else could compare to you, Y/n. Good fucking girl, milking our cocks juuust right.” 

 You wish you have a witty, sassy retort for them to counter the flustered heat swimming in your mind, but it falls flat, your voice shaking as the only thing that comes out is moans and cries for more, your tail curling and swaying. You’ve cum a few more times since Jackson slid inside of you, but you couldn’t answer just how many times. 

 They both naturally had more stamina than you did, but they took care to not overstimulate you more than you could handle. You felt delightfully small and warm squished between the two of them, leaving little claw and teeth marks on Matthew whenever you could. 

 Jackson cumming inside of you nearly makes you blackout from pleasure, but Matt grounds you with a kiss, stilling his own hips. You feel wetness running down your cheeks and it takes a warm hand on your cheek before you realize that you not only closed your eyes at some point, but you’d begun to cry from the pleasure. 

 “Oh, sweet girl, you okay?” Matt murmurs, tilting his head as he wipes your cheeks, kissing them gently. You smile and nod, pressing your cheek into his hand and smiling. He stares for a long moment, chuckling. 

 “I feel wrong saying you look pretty when you cry like this but-”

 “I’m crying because you two fuck me better than anyone else ever could.” 

 There’s a silence that falls on all three of you and you’re actually pretty surprised and proud of yourself for being able to chain together enough words to form a proper sentence like that. Jackson growls somewhere behind you and you feel his fangs drag along your shoulder. 

 “You keep saying things like that and I may not want to let you rest, kitten.” He murmured. 

 An empty threat, all of you knew. Neither of them were the one to push your limits that much, but the small empty threat sent a pleasant chill down your spine regardless at the thought of it. 

 You feel empty as they pull out of you, and there’s a pleased chuckle that comes from Jackson. 

 “You’re gaping. I was going to be coy and tell you to keep our cum inside of you but I doubt you can.” He hummed, teasingly pushing some cum that rolled out of your pussy back into it. His fingers only pushed more out and he laughed, pulling them back out for you both to see. 

 You watch, panting and tired, as Jackson runs his tongue up his fingers, pinning you with his gaze before he looked to Matt, sending him a wink. 

 “I am trying to behave. I still haven’t knotted.” Matt grumbled. You open your mouth to speak but close it soon after, just purring and nuzzling under his neck. You’re too tired to go on and they both know this well enough. 

 You don’t even remember yourself drifting off until you open your eyes and realize the sun is not only back out but the clock beside you now reads 9:13 am. 

 It’s not the sun or your own body heating up from another wave of your heat that woke you up-though the latter was happening if the dampness between your legs was anything to go by. 

 No, instead, it was the barely contained moans from Jackson as he bit the pillow below him to muffle himself as Matt snapped his hips up, fucking into him with a clearly renewed vigor. You sit up a bit, watching as Matt presses down at the small of Jackson’s back, making him arch as he fucks him, his hips slapping against his ass hard enough to make it red. 

 Smack

 Ah, the spanking would do it too. 

 Your tail sways behind you as you watch the two, taking in the sight before you for a moment, purring in appreciation. The two are so in their own world that they don’t notice you slip out of the sheets you’d been tucked under until you’re behind Matthew, running fingers up his spine. 

 A gruff noise leaves his lips as he tilts his head back for a kiss. You happily oblige him, playfully clawing at his ass cheek. 

 “You’re making a mess, Matty. Do you want some help?” You inquire, peppering his face in kisses. He looks at you for a moment before he picks up on what you mean, his tail wagging behind him. You send him a wink and lean down to run your hands through Jackson’s hair, tugging to make him gasp in pleasure. 

 His fangs dislodge themselves from the pillow as you bend to kiss him. It's possessive and rough as Matthew continues his rough thrusts. Jackson’s deep voice breaks against your lips as he tries to keep up with you, his focus split between your lips and the dual pleasure of Matthew grinding into his prostate while his own cock rutted against the sheets below. 

 You part from the kiss after you’re satisfied and breathless, letting Jackson’s head fall back to the pillow as you move to a dresser in the corner of the room. 

 A few adjustments of some straps and a once over in the mirror and you return, a thick dildo strapped to you. You’d all agreed a knotted one would be perfect for the times you’d play with yourself when you were alone or the times you’d be able to peg either of your boyfriends. 

 You’d thought you’d been the most eager for cock but sometimes the two of them put you to shame with how needy they got. 

 Matthew was a testament to that, tail wagging a mile a minute as he hugged Jackson from behind, biting down on his shoulder and growling while subtly spreading his legs wider the moment he heard a bottle lid pop open. 

 You laugh quietly to yourself before taking time to lube him up. Your eyes playfully narrow when you find he’s already been stretched, with more than just slick running down his rim as you push your fingers in. 

 “Did Jackson already cum inside of you? And I missed it?” You pout playfully, curling your fingers as Matthew whimpered in response, his off-beat tempo stuttering. You don’t get an audible response other than a needy keen, but you’re more than satisfied with the way he clenched around your fingers, hips kicking back for more. 

 You’re definitely much smaller than the werewolf, but you can’t help the surge of power you feel when he lets out a deep, shaky groan as you replace your fingers with the sizable toy. You notice his thrusts stopped and you lean to one of his ears, voice a sensual purr. 

 “I didn’t say stop. You keep moving your hips.” You urge him, waiting until he listened before you started thrusting yourself. You still felt slick run down your own thighs as you fucked Matthew, but you can’t bring yourself to be pouty with the noises he and Jackson were making below you. 

 They had a lot of stamina, you’d have another round…or five before this heat of yours subsided. 

 For now, you dig your nails into Matt’s wide hips, watching the muscles of his back flex as he keened sweet nothings to Jackson. The room melted into a mix of English, Mandarin, and Korean as the two men switched back and forth between languages. 

 You tug Matt’s hair, making him arch upwards as you claw lightly at his chest, leaving small red ribbons that would be healed over by the morning. His hips bucked and stuttered more frequently, and you can tell by the tension in his muscles he’s close. 

 “You gonna breed Jackson? Hm? Go ahead, he’s taken such good care of us. I think he deserves it.” You urge, kissing his shoulder. Matthew’s breath hitched in response before he whimpered, finger-shaped bruises on Jackson’s hips as he opened his mouth. 

 “K..Knot…”

 “Do it/If you don’t fucking knot me I’m going to throw my ass back until you do.” You and Jackson speak in unison. Matthew growled and doubled down on his efforts. A chorus and groans and proclamations of ‘mine’ fell from his lips as Matthew reached down, stroking Jackson in time with his thrusts. You try to match his pace, doing a bit better since Matthew’s hips began to buckle. He tosses his head back and you watch both of them scream in euphoria. 

 Tears are running down Jackson’s face as his eyes roll back. Matthew reaches around and grabs his throat, squeezing as his knot swells, growling into the vampire’s ear as he lifted his messy hand to his lips. Jackson sucked his fingers into his mouth, licking up his own cum from the digits as he felt Matthew slow inside of him, still trying to rut despite the knot firmly in place. 

 “B-Baby slowdown, fuck-”

 You slow your own hips and kiss up the back of Matthew’s neck, pulling out of him. You move around and watch as Matt begins to groom Jackson affectionately, kissing and licking all the spots he bit. Jackson chuckled and reached around to pet Matthew, and despite the awkward angle, he looked at him with nothing but love in his eyes. 

 You moved around and sit down in front of Jackson, cupping his face and caressing him gently. He looked up, and smiled, putting his head in your lap. He nuzzled your thigh as Matthew cuddles up behind him, satiated for the time being. 

 “You two finally done?” You tease, running your fingers through Jackson’s hair. He rumbled and lifted his head to kiss your palm before chuckling. 

 “He can’t move for a few hours, but I can smell your scent. You’re probably aching something fierce right now, aren’t you?” He inquired. You laugh, caught off guard. 

 “I am. You should be resting, shouldn’t you?” You tease, noticing Matthew had gotten comfortable, nuzzling Jackson to scent him. Jackson arches a brow and gently pushes your thigh apart, pulling your hips forward. 

 “I don’t need to breathe. I imagine I can keep you satisfied until his knot goes down, no?” He purred, arching a brow. You perk in interest before smiling at him, the fingers you had in his hair curling as you pull him flush against your messy cunt. 

 “Well? Who am I to say no~?”

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