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bonny-kookoo · 10 months

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Jungkook

X♡X♡ [SEVEN DAYS] Day 1

You're struggling a bit to comprehend the fact that you really did agree to this whole week-long thing with him. Luckily for you, Jungkook knows exactly how to ease you into things. But wait- why is he naked?!

Tags/Warnings: Porn with a lot of plot basically, inexperienced!reader, Dom!Jungkook, BDSM themes and elements, non-sexual nudity, safeword discussion, Corruption kink, some backstory on JK, Shibari, wax play, Dom/Sub dynamics (beginner/introductory), minor sub-drop, slight angst, dry humping, cumming inside underwear, massages, mentions of primal play, mentions of pet play, very light orgasm control, hinted praise kink, JK in nothing but dark grey Calvin's for like... 90% of this, hinted big dick!JK, they both in love it's kinda cute,

Shibari: a form of artistic bondage using rope to create visually appealing patterns on the skin.

Wax play: the use of body-safe candles to drop wax onto someone's skin.

Corruption kink: gaining pleasure from corrupting a seemingly innocent person.

Length: 6k words

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A/N: I'll include a short definition of the kinks in every chapter because I just know someone's gonna ask/complain that I don't explain things enough in my works haha. Also my smut writing is kinda rusty I've noticed, so I apologize for that as well...

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"So.." You say through your food, chopsticks seemingly aiming for any piece of meat that could be done next on the barbecue in front of you on the table. "..do we like, need some fifty-shades-of-grey-type contract?" You ask Jungkook, who rolls his eyes.

"Absolutely not." He shakes his head, drinking some water. "Don't tell me you saw that movie too." He asks, and you shrug.

"Saw it with Jimin and Yoongi back when it was in the theaters." You say. "Yoongi said there was a lady who literally masturbated in the front rows, but I don't believe that. Who would do that in public?" You cringe to yourself, and Jungkook watches you for a second.

He's gonna put a no on voyeurism for you then, judging from that reaction.

"I'm surprised Yoongi went." Jungkook chuckles.

"Me too. Wasn't really sure why he did." You tell Jungkook, snatching a piece of meat for yourself. "He just complained over it the entire time anyways."

"Yeah, well-" Jungkook says, reaching for the scissors to cut up some meat. "-he's in the same scene as I am, so I'm not surprised he thought the movie was dogshit too." He explains, and your eyes widen.

"Wait, Yoongi ties people up too?!" You hiss, and Jungkook can't help but shake his head, laughing to himself.

"That's the tamest thing he does." He laughs. "Yoongi actually.. showed me most of the things I know." Jungkook offers, putting the scissors back to the side to instead pick up his chopsticks again. You wonder what he means by that.

"Like.. what?" You ask him, unsure- but you can't deny the curiosity inside of you. You had a hunch about Yoongi for a while now- and in a way, you can see him being in the whole scene a lot more than Jungkook. Jungkook is your fluffy buff but cute best friend- Yoongi has this odd aura to him that feels almost like a warning that he's hiding more of himself than he shows.

"I'm a Dominant person, right?" He asks you, and you shrug. "I like to be in charge, command and take the lead during.. scenes."

"Yeah, that part-" You say, stuffing a steaming piece of meat into your mouth, almost burning your tongue, "-I know about that stuff. Like, dom and sub, top and bottom all that." You nod, and he acknowledges it too.

"Good. Then you probably also have read that the best Dom's have been sub's in the past." He simply tells you.

"… so Yoongi tied you up before?" You ask, and Jungkook lets his head fall for a second.

"You're so cute sometimes, you know that?" He shakes his head, before he continues. "No, he actually didn't. I learned that part all by myself." He explains gently. "But before I could take charge, I had to learn. Someone had to get me into this stuff somehow, right?" He shrugs.

"So you and Yoongi were a couple at some point?" You ask, but he shakes his head.

"Yoongi and I had something similar to.. us, one could say." He explains across from you. "Simple exploration, nothing more than that." He tells you, before his chopsticks reach out to steal a piece of food right from between yours- and when you look up, he's staring right at you. "So now that I think of it, Yoongi and I had nothing like we do." He says.

"H..how so?" You ask, slightly intimidated.

"Because I don't just want to explore and leave you be after this week." Jungkook says. "I hope you know that I'm aiming for something entirely different here."

"For what?" You wonder, and he leans back, crossing his arms, grill in between you both sizzling loudly.

"Your trust." He shrugs. "Your love." He offers.

"What if I can't love the same as you do?" You say, a little defeated. You know Jungkook likes you- it's no secret. And you know he knows that you like him too- because it's no secret either.

"Then we'll search until we find what works." He responds.

"But-" You start, but he reaches out instead, a warm hand over yours cutting you off in midst of your sentence as he speaks to you, voice just as warm as his skin.

"I won't give up without trying first." He tells you. "And neither should you."

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"Why here?" You ask, as he adjusts the couch into a makeshift bed for the time being. You'll be staying the entire week with him, and you'd agreed to that, because you've stayed over a lot of times before. Jungkook's apartment is nothing new- it's familiar, like a second home, warm and comforting.

"Because my bedroom is too intimidating-" He starts, tucking in a bedsheet in the corners of the couch. "-and I don't want to ruin your own with memories that might be unpleasant." Jungkook offers.

"Oh." you simply say, unsure. You've not yet thought about the possibility of him doing something you.. don't like. What happens then? Will you have to leave, or will the week end before it's even begun? Will it make things awkward, and weird?

"Hey." Jungkook calls out softly, holding out a hand. You look at him confused. "The blanket?" He asks, and you remember now that you're holding one for yourself to sleep under tonight, giving it to him. He puts it in a corner for now, same with the pillows, before he pats the couch for you to join him on. "Are you scared?" He asks, and you shake your head- albeit a little unsure.

"Just.. nervous." You say. "It'll be weird."

"Maybe." He admits. "A lot of things are weird first time. Nothing wrong about that." He shrugs.

You sit down on the makeshift bed next to him, when he chuckles, and brushes your hair over your shoulder. "I'll go shower real quick, alright? You just get yourself comfortable." He tells you, and you nod, watching him as he leaves to walk into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

It's clear that he's taking his time in there, because even after an hour, he's not yet returned. Or maybe longer? You're not sure, because you know you've somewhat dozed off on the bed when you feel his hand on your shoulder, simple strap top giving him access to a lot of bare skin there. He smells nice, and when you reach out, his skin is warm.

Wait- skin?

The moment you open your eyes you're greeted with his bare legs- he's only really dressed in some… dark grey, very form-fitting Calvin Klein's that pretty much hide almost nothing, really. It makes you sit up suddenly, body having to take a moment for a second after the rather sudden movement, a chuckle heard from Jungkook who seems entirely unbothered by his almost-nudity. "Sorry I took a bit longer. I had to get some stuff." He explains, sitting up properly himself.

"Why- why are you naked?" You ask, unsure where to look. In his opinion, you're so.. adorably shy just from the mere sight of his bare skin that it makes his inner desire stir a little. The fact that he's gonna be the one to really help you discover some of your hidden fantasies gives him chills- the good kind, of course.

He can't wait for what you might be hiding.

"I'm technically not." He raises his brows playfully, before crossing his arms- noticing the way your eyes focus on them for a good moment. "And considering why you're here, you'll soon have to get undressed too." He shrugs.

"Oh.." You hum yet again today, looking down on your body. You didn't really think about that. Compared to his toned body, you're.. an embarrassment.

"A body is just a body." He tells you. "I know you don't like yours, but I promise you it doesn't look the same to me as it does to you." He reassures you.

"Do I have to.. like.." You mumble, and he understands.

"You don't have to do anything." He promises. "We can just forget about this whole thing-"

"No!" You deny, shaking your head immediately. You do want this. You do want him to.. love you the way he does love others. Or maybe you want to somehow make him love you in a more.. special way. You're not sure- you don't really know what exactly you want right now, but you do know that you trust him.

You trust him.

"I trust you." You say out loud, grabbing the hem of your shirt- when he reaches out.

"..can I?" He wonders, and you nod, raising your arms without thinking so he can easily pull the item of clothing over your head. It's cute, the way you already feed into his own interests and kinks, without even knowing- and is that a piercing decorating your belly button? "Good girl." He purrs, lifting your shirt over your head, before slip out of your leggings, sitting back down. His hands move around your back slowly, fingers easily finding the clasp of your bra to undo it, letting the piece of underwear fall down easily from your shoulders and into your lap. "Hey-" Jungkook says, and you look up at him. "-you're fine." He smiles, and you nod.

You're fine.

"You can keep on the rest." He says, referring to your panties. At least you chose some cute ones, you think to yourself a bit relieved, as you nod. "I know you said you can't imagine it-" He starts, grabbing some pale pink and rather… delicate looking rope from the side. "But I'd like to try it, still." He asks, and you nod. "I won't restrain you this time. I'll only show you what it feels like, so you can decide for yourself if you enjoy the sensation or not." He says, and again, you only quietly nod. "But before that.. we have to address this first." He chuckles, looking at you. "I need.. verbal responses from you. Not just somewhat of an answer."

"Like.. do I need to call you sir, or something?" You ask, and he smirks.

"If you want to, you can." He smiles. "But you don't have to. A simple yes or no works just fine for me. And-" He adds on, undoing the neatly folded nylon rope in his hands as he speaks. "-We need a safeword."

"A safeword?" You repeat, and he nods.

"Something other than stop or no that you say to end a scene and get you out of whatever position you might be in." He explains. "Preferably something odd, that you wouldn't normally say during sex, so it won't be used by accident."

"So like.. Tiger?" You ask, not really thinking about it, and he nods.

"Tiger it is." He agrees, tapping your folded knees. "Turn around for me, yeah?"

"Yes." You say, moving to sit in front of him, making him chuckle.

"Cute." He comments under his breath, before he positions the rope right under your chest. "Tell me.. what do you usually do?" He wonders, and you don't answer for a moment.

"Like.. when I do it myself?" You ask, and he hums an agreeing reply.

"Yes. I'd like to know." He tells you. "So I'll have somewhat of an.. idea what is safe and comfortable for you." He explains his reasons, while he moves and adjusts the pale pink rope around your torso. You've almost instinctively moves your hands to hold onto your neck so your arms are out of the way, and he can't help but grin about that.

So much to 'I can't see myself enjoying that'.

"Uhm.. I don't know-" You begin, unsure how to really talk about that. "I have like.. toys, n' stuff, and I usually do it in the bathroom cause I get the bed dirty otherwise.." You explain.

"Toys?" He asks, pulling the rope snug in some places- and while it's tight, it doesn't bother you at all, surprisingly. You understand when he said that some people feel some sense of security from it- it feels actually quite nice, even the knots you can feel dig a bit harsher into your skin.

"Yeah like.." You take a deep breath, somewhat to test if that's still a possibility- and you can, while his fingers seem to adjust some knots in the back. "..a normal… dildo." You cringe at saying it out loud, moving on quickly. "And a vibrating.. thing. I don't use anything else." You admit, and he chuckles, as he taps your butt.

"Sit up for a second." He commands, and you do so, letting him guide the two ends of the rope in between your legs before he helps you sit down again. "So other than that, I guess you just use your hand, am I right?" He assumes, and you nod.

"Yes." You add on quickly, squirming a bit at the sensation of the rope between your legs. You have to control yourself. It's clear that he said he doesn't want sex- yet.

"You're free to get.. turned on, by the way." He tells you, teasingly pulling on the ends that run through your legs as if to underline his statement. "After all, this is about you."

"But-" You complain weakly, trying not to move to much. "-What about you?" You ask, and he shrugs, something you cannot see.

"I'm getting my satisfaction, don't worry." He explains. You're not sure how that would work- but you don't question it either. Say.." He starts, tapping your elbows. "How do you feel, right now?"

"Good." You nod to yourself. "It's.. surprisingly comfortable. It feels nice." You say.

"It looks nice, too." he offers, hands moving over your skin, causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin. "Very pretty." He praises, and you decide you don't care if he's just speaking about his work- you take this praise for yourself, using it to fuel your own emotional state in this moment. He runs his hands over your arms that are now comfortably down, hands holding yours for a second. "Let yourself go." He chuckles. "You're still tense."

"I can't help it.." You complain weakly, unsure what to do. It does feel nice, you want to move- but in a way, it's not quite right yet.

"Then maybe I can help.." He offers, hands testing the waters it seems like as they run over your thighs, just touching, nothing else. "Would you want that?" He asks, and you nod, eyes closed. "Words, darling." He demands, face close to yours while his fingers suddenly dig into your skin, gentle punishment for not following what he'd told you to do at the beginning.

"Yes.!" You almost gasp out, when one of his hands moves to grab onto the back of the artistically tied harness, pulling you, arching your back for you as he forces you to rest your upper body against his arm. You can practically feel the way your underwear soaks up your arousal, rope suddenly moving a lot more easily with the help of it between your legs.

"Show me how your hips can move." He hums into your ear, and what should feel weird comes naturally. Like in a trance you follow his words, let yourself fall because he's basically seeing all of you right now anyways- and he's seen much more before, so how bad can it really be? You trust him.

You trust him.

You can hear his breathing right next to your ear, and your hand starts to wander- before it stops. "Can-" You begin, swallowing down before you can continue. "can I touch you?" You ask, unsure if the same rules that apply to you apply to him as well. It's only fair if they do, right? It's only fair to ask him for permission, right?

"Yes." He answers, and with that, your hand blindly searches- finds his knee, moves up his thigh, warm skin underneath your rather cold fingertips earning a change in the pace at which he's breathing in. You hold onto his leg for a moment, feel the muscles move underneath the skin for a good while, as you become more and more desperate for a release of any sorts. You want to touch him too, but you don't know how- so you just leave your hand where it is, not moving any further.

His head, meanwhile, leans down into the crook of your neck, placing soft kisses there, while the hand that's not holding onto your harness moves over your chest, grabs onto the soft flesh with almost rough motions. You can only imagine the sight of his inked hand holding strongly onto your skin, thumb running over your nipple as your breathing hitches, legs moving in any way you can imagine to adjust your position.

But it's not enough.

Only when his hand sneaks between your underwear, the rope and your skin do you finally make any progress, breathing heavier as his fingers seem to play around with you just the way you like it. And it doesn't take long for you to come undone, back arching more, eyes clenching shut as he helps you ride it out for as long as you can.

You notice after a moment or two how he has already begun to untie you- and in a way, you're confused.

"What're you doing?" You slur a bit exhausted, surprised yourself how much energy this seemed to have taken out of you.

"Untying you." He chuckles, continuing to undo all the knots while he holds you close to him.

"Yeah but.." You mumble, moving a bit so he can reach your back better. "What about you?" You ask, and he shakes his head.

"This isn't about me." He declines. "And I've had my fun, don't worry about me." He reassures, gently pulling out the rope from between your legs, making you cringe as you feel how wet you are down there. "There we go." He softly hums, running his palms over the red skin where the rope has left it's mark here and there. It doesn't hurt- though you do have to admit that your back and neck are kind of sore now. "How do you feel?" He asks, and you shrug- hissing when it stings.

"I think I pulled something, dunno.." You say, sitting up as he rolls up the rope again, setting it aside, before he helps you sit properly for a moment. "I'll go wash up.. sorry for the uhm.. sheets.." You mumble as you see the damp spot where you've sat on.

"No problem." He shakes his head, getting up as well to help you up. It's only when you enter the bathroom and Jungkook is still behind you that you suddenly question what's going to happen next. "What?" He chuckles, amused.

"Uh.. I need to.." You struggle, unsure how to tell him what you want to say. "I wanna shower?" You question almost, and he laughs.

"I know." He confirms. "And I wanna make sure you're fine." He tells you, and you look at him confused. "You might feel fine right now- but once that adrenaline goes down-" He tells you, a finger gently tapping your collarbone. "-you might not be."

But you cross your arms, stubborn as you are. "I'm fine." You tell him, and he smirks suspiciously, looking at you with his arms now crossed as well. "You said a no means no and I'm saying no right now." You huff, and he reacts at that-

though not in the way you thought he would.

Because he simply nods, uncrosses his arms, and sets some towels out for you to use. "Don't worry about running around naked, I'm not bothered." He simply snickers, before he leaves you alone, a moment of silence soon interrupted by him moving around in the living room, presumably changing the sheet over the couch. You slowly take off your pretty soiled panties, putting them in the hamper to wash before you get into the shower to clean up.

And much to your own dismay, Jungkook seems to be right, because suddenly, as the water runs over your skin and you're almost done cleaning up, you're not fine anymore.

Dark, rather upsetting thoughts suddenly grow inside your head, making you feel not shame- but something almost like regret. You should have insisted to do something for him, right? Maybe he wanted to shower with you because he felt like you were abandoning him.. just because he is a guy, doesn't mean that he's without any feelings. Did you upset him? He probably won't tell you even if he did.

A knock on the bathroom door is heard, and you're busy trying to pull yourself together, when Jungkook's still bare arm reaches out to turn off the shower, before he wraps a towel around you. Quietly he dries your hair with a towel before he leads you to your makeshift bed, now with new sheets, where you sit in silence until he returns with brush and hairdryer. Everything goes by in a blur, until you feel Jungkook's hands on your shoulders, his legs next to yours as he holds you close to himself.

You're waiting for the 'I told you so'.

But he doesn't say it.

Instead, he simply silently sleeps on the couch with you, letting you cling onto him throughout the small nap you take in the middle of the day as much as you want.

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A few hours later, when you wake up, things are.. weird. Just like you feared.

Jungkook is still sleeping heavily, right behind you with you laying on one of his outstretched arms, biceps serving as a surprisingly comfortable headrest. He smells nice, his body is warm, and he looks relaxed as he still slumbers away.

And yet, you feel odd.

He just quietly took care of you after.. what you did a few hours ago, but you don't understand why you actually felt that way. You know that it was irrational of you- nothing had happened, everything was fine, you made a decision that you felt most comfortable in. So why were you so distraught over it later?

Well, he told you that you might end up like that. You just didn't listen.

He slowly stirs behind you, waking up as he watches you already sitting on the couch, wide awake. He's careful but not overly cautious as he slowly gets up as well, simply observing for a minute or two before he decides to speak up.

"How are you feeling?" He asks, and you shrug. You're not sure. You don't know it yourself.

"I don't know." You answer because of that, because you can't give him anything than that.

"Hm, I can imagine." He hums simply, running a hand through his chaotic bedhair. "I knew you'd drop, but I also knew.. you had to experience it yourself." He shrugs, watching you with still sleepy eyes.

"Drop?" You wonder, and he nods leaning back on his hands.

"Think of it as.." he thinks for a good example, "when people go to concerts. And they end up crying afterwards. It's the same principle, at its core." He says, and only now, as you turn to face him, do you realize you're only wearing panties- just like he's only wearing his boxers, making you snatch up the blanket to cover yourself. You earn nothing but a chuckle from him. "What we did together gave you a rush. And without any aftercare, people crash down from it." He explains softly.

"So that's why.. you wanted to shower with me?" You ask. "Aftercare?" You wonder, and he nods.

"Its important. For everyone involved, not just the.. one receiving it." He offers.

"Were you.. upset?" You ask, and he shrugs his shoulders.

"A little." He honestly replies, and you're thankful for that. It only adds to your reasons to trust him.

"I'm sorry." You say, pulling the blanket a bit closer. "I didn't know."

"Now you do." He simply chuckles, a hand on your back as he gets up, and walks into the bathroom, getting some things you assume before he emerges again. He's still almost naked as he walks back to you, smiling in a friendly manner as he sets down a towel, and tells you to lay down on your stomach on it. You do as told- determined not to push him away this time.

He notices that change in your behavior almost immediately- and he can't help but feel excited about it.

You're swaying your legs a little as you watch him light a candle close by, setting it on a table for now before he leans back and watches you it seems like. You realize it's one of those he'd received in that package earlier today- and you're curious. "What're you doing with that?" You ask, chin on your arms.

"I'll.. let some of the wax drop onto your skin." He says, chuckles when you tense up. "Dont worry. They're body safe, very low melting point. I'm only using things I believe you can handle." He offers, when you feel something drop onto your back- right between your shoulder blades.

True. It's hot- but not unpleasantly so. Maybe like the warmth of a cup of tea maybe.

"After all…" he hums, one more drop under the last falling down. "…You're not only getting to know me.." he continues, voice almost.. sensual as he speaks, another two drops falling in quick sucession of one another onto your skin, straight on your spine. "…but I'm getting to know you, too." He tells you with amusement, free hand softly running over your back. "Your body is talking to me a lot more openly than you do, darling.." he purrs teasingly, and only now do you notice how dark it is in his apartment. How long did you two sleep? It must be almost nighttime by now- led lights and flame from the candle illuminating the room enough to see comfortably, while he runs his fingers over your skin, another set of drops falling down the length of your spine.

It's almost agonizing how slow this all is. Frustrating, even. But you try and stay composed, maybe that'll earn you praise?

It's only when he sets the candle aside, and starts to dig the heels of his palms into your muscles that you sigh out in pleasure, feeling how your sore neck and back relax. Of course he'd know everything about massages. Sometimes, you're convinced he knows everything.

It feels childish to think like that, but sometimes, you've caught yourself looking at Jungkook as if he's the answer to all your problems. As if he can just pick you up and whisk you off your feet, hold you close and fight all monsters like a knight in shining armor ripped straight out of cheesy romance novels. He makes you feel like that, at least. And maybe it's time to let him prove if he can be prince charming.

"There we go." He praises suddenly, hands still moving as he sits behind you, legs pulled over his thighs while he continues to push out the knots in your neck and shoulders. "Let yourself go." He mumbles to you, as if he's hypnotizing you. If he does, it's working, weirdly enough. "I'll take over from here, hm?" He asks, no, states, and you simply sigh, closing your eyes.

"Yes." Is your answer, and you can't see the way his lips twitch.

His arms push your legs closer to him, manhandles you gently to have your core right over what you assume must be his own length, barely contained in his underwear. You wonder what he looks like. You've been told you can't take much- how will he make it work? He feels strong, big- maybe too much to handle. But you want to learn, maybe there's a way. You want to take him, even if it hurts. You've never felt like that before- it had never been something.. attractive to you. But you want him to make you take it. You trust that he will, now that you think about it.

You don't even question if he will. You know he will- the anticipation lays in how.

Are you already realizing it? What you could have with him? Probably- maybe. Or maybe it's just the way his bulge feels pressed against your core that's making you dizzy in the head. Yeah. That could be it, too. The way it's hot and hard, giving you nothing but a teaser of what he's got hidden away from you. How cruel he is. You want to see him.

"So needy.." he hums, chuckles, as his hands move with the help of the oil from the candle, fingers sliding easily down your back, to find their way around your waist to hold you. "Poor thing.." he mumbles towards you, grabs a bit more harshly at your flesh as if to test, and you want to whine-

But you swallow it down, making Jungkook tilt his head a bit with a smirk.

Not quite there yet, he thinks to himself. But I've got six more days to go to make you mine.

"Tell me what you're thinking." He asks- demands, because there's no question about this sentence you notice. It makes your spine tingle, a sudden urge to please and voice out your thoughts boiling up in your throat, as you let out a breath first and foremost, and he can't help but be affected by it, length in his underwear twitching impatiently at the sight of you so lost in pleasure. Oh the things he'd love to do to you make him greedy almost, mind coming up with scenario after scenario he'd love to see you in.

How long could he edge you until you'd cry and beg for him to let you have your release? Or how often could he make you cum until your body would give up?

How far would you go to please him?

Would you let him hunt you down like nothing but prey, just to feast on you, sex all bite and scratch and nothing but primal urges needing to be satiated? Or maybe you'd rather play his pretty little pet, loyal at his feet, patiently awaiting his command?

There's so many ways he can think of to corrupt you.

And he wants to try them all.

"You-" you answer his earlier question, hiding your face in your arms as you move your hips, grinding over his crotch on the hunt for your release. He'll be easy on you today, won't tell you no, will let you have it if you so desire. "I'm.. thinking-" you stutter a bit muffled into your arms, "-of you..!" you press out, and he can't help his smile from forming as he leans back his body, pulls you a little more roughly over his groin, unable to hide his growl as you become more and more shameless, moving erratically to gain any form of friction from him.

"Good." he sighs out as an answer to you, hands grabbing at your bottom, the urge to hit the soft flesh at least once agonizing- but he controls himself, holds back, just as to not overwhelm you too much at once. Instead, he presses you down, helps the movements of your lower body, earns a whimper as payment for it, and he can't help but be affected by it as well. "The only thing you're allowed to think of is me, understood?" he tests out, and much to his delight, you nod.

"yes-!" it feels like you almost want to say something else- and he wonders what your choice would've been, but he doesn't pry. He's got enough time to find out about it soon, after all- and he can be surprisingly patient, especially when it comes to things he's passionate about.

And god, is he passionate about you.

Suddenly, he wants to know. Wants to test you, despite his earlier choice of wanting to take is soft and slow- as his hands reach out, arms hooking underneath your thighs, suddenly lifting you up, leaving you with nothing before he turns you around onto your back, hands on your hips pressing down, preventing any movement. "Please-!" you beg, and he watches in interest how you struggle against him.

"Please, what?" he asks, acting nonchalant. "What do you want?" he wonders as if he doesn't know, and you look at him like you're searching for something, or maybe you're just collecting courage. For what, he doesn't know- yet.

"Please- let me.. cum.." you try, but it's not quite right for him. You also don't seem uncomfortable with the situation- you seem more like you're holding back, like you're unsure, hesitant.

"Hm, that won't do."he shakes his head, leaning further away, though his hold on you still keeps you still. "Try again." he tells you, and you close your eyes, like you're bracing yourself.

"Please let me cum!" You repeat, though this time with a lot more confidence, and he grins at that, one of his hands taking the front of your panties into it, before he pulls it up, fabric slipping between your lower lips, already drenched in your arousal.

"Go ahead then." he tells you. "Give me a good show, yeah?" he almost sings, and you immediately move, frantically so, hips rolling in desperation as he watches, muscles in your thighs stuttering especially when he helps you assist, pushing you towards your orgasm a lot faster than you anticipated.

It leaves you gasping for air, hips stuttering as you try and catch your breath, core clenching around nothing for a good while. The moment you open your eyes you're greeted with the sight of someone more akin to a demon, a predator, Eden's sin recreated as a human person- the sweat on his skin making him look as if he's glowing, eyes sharp and pupils blown wide, one hand carefully running over your thigh while he other is on his-

oh.

Oh..

There's a clear and surprisingly big stain on his dark grey Calvin Klein's, and you turn red as you realize what that must be. It gives you an odd boost of confidence, knowing that the sigh of you had done that to him- had helped him get to this point, even if just a little. It still counts, you still take it- as he smiles, and leans down to gently kiss your cheek.

"Good girl." he praises quietly, and this time you don't mask your whimper of pleasure, this one of different nature as you bathe in the praise clearly directed at you, you, and only you.

You feel drunk.

But this time, you happily let him move you around, pick you up and carry you into the bathroom, where he helps you step out of your underwear, your state leaving no room to feel shy about your nudity in front of him it seems like. He's used to it- it's nothing new to witness, but considering it's you in this state, he's even more gentle than he would usually be in a situation like this. how can he be with anyone else after you?

He doesn't know. And for now, he won't think of that.

All he knows is that underneath the shower, and later on on the couch where you'll sleep for the entirety of the week, he's got you.

And he'll do his best to keep you at his side forever.

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lilhwahwa · 4 months

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ATEEZ Reaction: You can't fall asleep (Yungi. ver)

★|•°∵ Scenario: Your boyfriend reacts to you not being able to fall asleep.

★|•°∵ Idolbf!yungi x nonidol!reader

{PICS NOT MINE / FROM PINTEREST}

MASTERLIST

Yunho

Yunho made sure to spend well deserved time together this holiday season by inviting you over to the dorms. Most members had gone home to visit their families and he had the big apartment to himself. He prepared a cozy atmosphere by cleaning, preparing food and activities (you both just ended up eating junk food on the couch and watching a movie). After Yunho noticed you getting sleepy, he suggested going to bed and you agreed. Although you wished to stay up just a little later your body was drained from working and his bed was inviting you in with its fluffy blanket. Yunho asked if it would be okay for him to join Yeosang for a game and since you thought you'd fall asleep anyway, you agreed. Besides, watching him play was always entertaining.

After the initial twenty minutes you expected it would take you to fall asleep, you open your eyes with a sigh and began scanning small details on the ceiling of Yunho's room. The keyboard buttons moved quickly as Yunho's long fingers skilfully worked his character around. You sigh again and twist onto your side in frustration, hoping to find the exhaustion you felt just a while ago. Your mind couldn't formulate thoughts and begged you for sleep but your body just didn't comply.

Yunho had headphones on so you assumed he wouldn't hear you huffing and turning. You hug the blanket closer to your body and try to focus on a scenario playing in your head only to not get anywhere. Once a scenario made it to your head, it was replaced by the fact that you can't sleep and it'd go in loops, sabotaging itself.

You gasp from surprise when you feel a hand slide over your side and wrap around your torso. You look up to see Yunho hovering above you.

"Baby, am I being too loud?" He asked with a small pout, looking for an answer as he scans the frustation in your tired eyes. His fingers draw small circles on your tummy and you suddenly feel relaxed. Is his touch all it takes?

"No, I just thought I could sleep but I- it's just not coming to me" you sigh just as a yawn leaves you.

"Then..." he thinks before swiftly leaving your side without another word. You plop yourself up on your elbows to watch as he shuts his computer off and you immediately want to protest. You didn't want him to interrupt his gaming session.

"I know what you will say, I want to sleep now" Yunho cuts you thoughts short before you can protest. He slides into bed behind you and immediately stretches his long arms out to pull you closer into his body. You turn to face him and bury your nose in his shirt.

"You could've kept playing" you grumbled

"But I'd rather lay with you" he chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple. "Especially since you can't even seem to sleep without me" he adds teasingly knowing you'd roll your eyes if they were open. He finds your noises of protest adorable and shifts deeper into his pillow to get comfortable.

"Good night baby"

Mingi

You got it, really. It wasn't your first rodeo.

Mingi was a hard worker, perfectionist in anything he did and being in a group only seemed to push that side of him out more. He wanted to make sure everything was prepared on time and to high standard, which was one of the things you admired about him.

You also admired it when all of his attention was on you. How he'd look at you with shining eyes as if you carried the universe on your shoulders. How his plump lips would shyly but surely pepper kisses over you face. Or how his voice would soothe you as he praised you every other sentence. Which unfortunately, was not on your agenda today.

It was kind of inevitable and you truly understand that he was tired. Him agreeing to watch a movie together even efter finishing tour rehearsals was a generous gesture. Even though exhausted, he invited you to the dorms (after convincing the other grumpy and tired members) to spend at least some time together. You were grateful for the initiative, but couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed when not even twenty minutes into the movie, snores escaped his slightly parted, plump lips. His arms that had been holding onto you, were now limp over your body.

Although the warmth of his body behind you on the living room couch was comforting, it was not enough to save the fact that the couch was hard and small. You weren't completely covered with a blanket and the weather had not shown mercy lately. Mingi's limp body also didn't allow you to turn at all so now you were stuck against him, back to chest as he snores. You shiver at the cool air in the room and try to focus on the movie still playing. Maybe the boring contents would make you fall asleep quicker.

You knew that him dozing off so easily like this truly meant he was exhausted and waking him up felt almost blasphemous. You felt shame in bothering a person so tired and so willing to still be with you.

"Can't sleep`?" you snap away from your thoughts as you barely catch the raspy voice mumbling in your ear. "You keep moving" Mingi yawns and lifts his limbs off you to allow your body to finally turn to face him. With an apologetic look on your face you turn, barely able to keep in a sound of endearment as you watch your sleepy boyfriend fighting to open his eyes to check on you.

"Sorry, baby" you whisper and reach out to stroke his flushed cheek, hoping he'd just go back to sleep because you'd feel horrible if he didn't. Mingi reached behind him to the back of the couch where a blanket had been folded over it and lazily unwraps the material to throw it over your bodies.

"Com'ere" he sighs and adjusts for you to lay your head on his chest, holding you safely and securely on the small space of the couch. "Need to make sure you get your beauty sleep" he mumbles and squeezes your body one last time before seemingly slipping off to sleep again, unable to fight it back this time. You smile to yourself and nuzzle closer to him, more comfortable and warm. His breathing calms you as you finally drift off.

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ddejavvu · 9 months

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For multiverse Monday!! Where reader is so attracted to dealer!remus and she acts like she wants to buy from him but she only wants a chance to approach him and he knows it because that is so not like her and he is like “what is the real reason you’re talking to me?” And everything it’s like so flirty and there is tensionnn

today is multiverse monday, send me any au you can think of! :)

When Remus opens the door he honestly thinks he might be dreaming. After all, he's only hauled himself out of bed seconds ago to answer the timid knocks on his door, so he could be in some sort of fantasy. One where you're standing on his doorstep, little pink purse clutched in your quivering hands.

"Hello," He hums cautiously, "Did you need something?"

"I want to... to buy, uh," You lower your voice, leaning in to whisper, "Drugs."

Now he's sure he's dreaming. Because there's absolutely no way you'd ever be interested in anything illegal, especially not what he sells, because he's seen you scrunch your nose up at the smell before.

"Really," He feigns serious curiosity, stepping aside to let you into his apartment, "Well, you'd better come in then."

You peer cautiously around his living room, like you're worried the police have been lurking just behind the door, waiting to catch you. All you find is dirty laundry, basketball shorts in a heap on the floor beside his couch.

"What kind of drugs?" He asks, and something like fear flashes through your eyes.

"Marijuana." You say resolutely, like you've practiced in the car, "Uh, you sell that, right?"

"I do," He has to fight a grin off of his face at your demeanor, "How much weed do 'ya want?"

"Um," You fall silent and nervous, "Like- do you measure in pounds?"

Remus has to nearly bite through his tongue to stop from laughing.

"Alright, Y/N. Let's stop here. What do you really want?"

"Weed," You echo his slang from earlier, "I- I want to buy drugs, Remus, I told you."

"No, you don't." He narrows his eyes, resting his back against the now-closed door, "Come on, out with it. You and I both know you'd never do drugs, so why are you really here?"

You can't answer him. You can't muster up the courage to tell him you're only at his door to see his pretty face, but the more you twist your fingers together and gnaw at the inside of your cheek, he knows.

Apparently you're easy to read. His lips twist further up into a smirk the longer it takes you to answer, but when the silence becomes too much to bear, he steps in.

"If you're not here to buy weed," He muses, taking it painfully slow to induce the most heat to your cheeks, "Then I think you must be here for me, yeah? 'Cause there's no other reason people come to my place. Not like my cat's very friendly, you haven't come to see her. I returned that book on Greek mythology a week ago to the library, so you can't be after that. I'm the only option left. 'S that right?"

He's spelled it out plain and simple for you, and you don't think denial is an option anymore. You nod slowly, eyes timidly dropping to the floor. and you hear his soft huff of laughter even if you don't see the mixture of amusement and fondness that's on his face.

"Well I'm very flattered." He grins lazily, "Why don't you have a seat," Remus gestures to his couch, scratching an itch crawling up the back of his neck, probably from a crumb in his bed, "I'll get you some water, and we can watch a movie. That sound good?"

"Okay," You nod, relieved but still mortified by the whole ordeal as you sink into his couch cushions.

Remus has a semi-hard time finding you a clean glass, but when he returns, it's full of ice cold water. You take it gratefully, though you stiffen slightly with nerves when he plops down beside you on the couch, and he reaches for the remote with a scarred hand.

"I'm glad you were just trying to flirt with me, honey," He muses, clicking through the options of streaming services he has, "The way you were asking, I thought you were an undercover cop."

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joonsmagicshop · 3 months

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Friend or Fuck? Part Two

Summary: Namjoon hasn't forgotten the promise he made you and he's ready to deliver.

Paring: Namjoon/Reader (Yoongi and Jungkook are minor characters)

Work Count: 10k

Rating: M/18+

Tags: wet dreams, lots of build up, heavy make outs, dirty talk, smut, fingering, spanking, blow jobs, hand jobs, Jungkook is a menace (affectionate), porn with feelings

Authors Note: THE LONG AWAITED PART TWO!!!

Part One

His large hands are rubbing up and down your thighs. Your breath is coming out whiny and needy as you buck your hips to get his fingers closer to where you need them most.

He chuckles darkly, narrowed eyes staring into yours as he grabs your legs to part them, fingers dancing softly over your skin making another moan fall from your lips.

“Please-Fuck-Please.” You cry out, unable to hold back the whiny tone in your voice.

“Love when you beg for me.” He mutters, pressing a hot kiss against your knee as his fingers trace up and down your body, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.

He finally stops his teasing and you let out a high moan when one finger finally slips between your legs and runs through your folds. You spread your legs further, wanting him to have as much space to pleasure you as he can

A dark chuckle leaves his lips at your desperation, but you can’t care about that now, not when he has finally touched you after what felt like ages of teasing.

“Please.” You cry out when his finger dances across your clit. His eyes are dark and staring at you in a way that makes you shiver.

He is so good with his hands, you knew that from experience but you could hardly wait.

“God baby you’re tight gonna have to stretch you out good to take my cock.” He growls as he starts pumping his finger inside you slowly.

You shiver at the words, knowing you had heard them once before, but hearing them again, knowing this time you would get his cock made your core throb and your pussy pulsate around his fingers.

“P-Please.” You beg out feeling his fingers start to speed up. He is hovering over you on top of the bed, you can see the outline of his hard cock, straining and begging to be touched. You want to reach out and touch it, stroke him until he is so desperate he has to fuck you.

“Come on baby girl give me one orgasm then I’ll fuck you right.” He growls.

You whine out. You are close, so unbelievably close. His fingers are magic against your body and when he adds another finger you arch off the bed, pretty moans falling from your lips as your eyes roll in the back of your head. You are close, so unbelievably close...

Sunlight streaming through the window snapped you out of your dream.

You cracked an eye open to come face to face with the coffee table that was littered with drinks and leftover snacks from last night's movie marathon with Jungkook.

You sighed and sat up, rubbing your eyes and squinting at the sun that was spilling through the blinds.

Last night Jungkook had invited you over for a movie marathon and you stayed up way too late getting lost in some of his favorite flicks. When you tried to cut the night short and drive yourself home Jungkook waved his arm claiming it was too late anyway and you should just stay the night. You did keep a bag of clothes in his spare bedroom just in case so you pulled the blanket tighter around your body as you started the third movie.

Never did you imagine you would be having a full-on sex dream on his couch and your face burned at the thought.

“Morning.” Came a sly voice from behind you as you whipped around to see Jungkook standing in the kitchen with a smirk on his face.

“What time is it?” You asked still feeling bleary as you watched him walk over to the coffee machine to make you a cup as well.

“Ten in the morning. I just got back from the gym.” He explains as he gets out your favorite creamer and adds it to the cup, making your coffee just the way you like it.

“Shit, you should have woken me up.” You say as he comes over to hand you the cup, the sly grin not leaving his face.

“It's all good I wanted to hit the gym today anyway and you seemed tired.”

You wrap your hands around the warm mug and send Jungkook a soft smile.

“Soooo what were you dreaming about. It sounded....interesting.” He teases with a wink.

“I wasn't dreaming about anything.” You lie knowing that he will see through it. You have been friends with him too long for that.

“Uh-huh. So I didn't come home from the gym to hear you moaning on my couch?” He asks.

You bury your face in your hands as embarrassment takes over. You weren't about to tell him what you were dreaming about. Or more importantly who you were dreaming about.

“Hey, it's nothing to be embarrassed about it's human nature right? I just didn't expect to come home to that. I mean you were moaning and your legs kept twitching-”

“Jungkook! Please! Drop it. Please.” You beg as you stare at him through your fingers.

He smirks at you.

“Okay fine. But hey good for you getting some in a dream! Anyway, I'm going to shower because Yoongi texted me this morning. He wants that game back that I borrowed ages ago and told me I better drop it off this week or he won't cook for me anymore. How rude right?” He asks as you slowly come out from behind your hands and breathe a sigh of relief.

“So Yoongi's first then errands?” You ask.

“Yeah we have to stop by the studio quick then I'm all yours! Told him I'd meet him around eleven so I'm gonna start getting ready.” He says as he pats your shoulder and goes off to the master bedroom.

You clean up the living room and make your way to the spare bedroom where your clothes are kept trying to shake the dream from your mind as you get ready.

The drive to the studio is quiet. Jungkook is humming a song on the radio as his hand drums against the steering wheel. For once you wish he was talking your ear off because going to Yoongi's studio means you might run into him.

It had been three weeks since you had seen Namjoon. After that day he had not reached out to you at all and seemed to disappear into his work. You understood though because Jungkook did the same thing which was why you were spending the day with him, to make up for lost time.

You were nervous to see Namjoon again, worried that he changed his mind, or even worse forgot that the whole thing even happened.

These worries had manifested into dreams. Very explicit dreams of all the things you wished he would do to you.

Before you knew it Jungkook was swiping into the underground parking lot and your heart was hammering wildly under your coat.

“You okay?” He asks snapping you from your thoughts as you nod and you both get out of the car and head towards the elevator.

“I promise it will be quick then you have me all to yourself.” He teases nudging you with his shoulder as you feel the elevator rise to the sixteenth floor.

The doors open and you follow Jungkook down a brightly lit hallway. Your hands are clammy and you shove them in your coat pockets.

Jungkook knocks and you hold your breath as the door flings open.

And there stands Min Yoongi in torn jeans and a tee shirt covered by a cardigan, hand outstretched to grab the game from Jungkook before he lets either of you in.

“What no hello? Just hey give me my game?” Jungkook teases as Yoongi shoots him a stern look and the game gets handed over.

“Come in!” Yoongi says as he moves over so you and Jungkook can enter.

You don't have time to look around and take in how beautiful the space truly is because sitting in a rolling chair next to the computer is none other than the man who haunts your wet dreams.

He is sitting there in loose sweatpants and the same sweater he wore that morning. His hood is pulled up over his hair but does nothing to hide his gorgeous face and sharp eyes.

You almost feel your knees give way when you make eye contact with him.

His lips part slightly, like he can't believe you are here and you break his gaze, instead staring around the room.

“Y/N can we borrow Jungkook for a bit, we need help with a certain part of this song?” Yoongi asks as you nod and head over to the couch, trying to get comfortable and not seem so flustered by seeing Namjoon.

As Yoongi and Jungkook turn their backs to you to gaze at the computer Namjoon sends a wink your way before fully turning around and leaving you blushing.

The boys work as you scroll through your phone and before long an hour has passed and Jungkook seemed to help fix whatever problem they were having.

You could sense things were wrapping up so you tucked your phone into your pocket and stared at Namjoon. Sure you could only see his back but your mind wandered to how it would feel to scratch your nails down that back, to mark him as yours, to watch his muscles flex under his skin when he would fuck you into the mattress.

Your mind was spinning all these fantasies to the point where you didn't hear Jungkook calling your name.

“Huh? What?” You asked staring up at your friend who looked down at you with a knowing smirk.

Well. Shit.

“I said I'm ready to go if you are, seemed like we lost you there for a second.” He said as you gathered your things quickly and avoided Namjoon's questioning gaze, pushing yourself up from the couch to join Jungkook.

“Y/N I'm sorry I know we stole Jungkook from you for a bit but how have you been I don't think I've seen you since Jimin's party?” Yoongi asked politely.

At the mention of the party, Namjoon's face snaps up and he stares you down with a knowing look in his eye.

“I've been good. You know things have been busy. But good.” You confirm with a nod as he shoots you a gummy smile.

“Yeah, any weird dreams lately Y/N?” Jungkook asks.

You shoot him a death glare but he just grins at you.

“Jungkook.” You warn trying to keep your voice low.

“Did you have a nightmare or something?” Yoongi asks with genuine concern in his voice.

“Nah the opposite.” Jungkook grins as you shoot him daggers begging him silently to drop the subject.

“Opposite of a nightmare?” Yoongi ponders and you want to disappear into the floor.

“Well yeah, she had a sex dream this morning,” Jungkook explains like it's the most normal thing in the world to talk about.

You don't dare look at Namjoon, instead, you smack your best friend's arm and hiss at him to shut the hell up.

“Uh...wow,” Yoongi says turning a shade of red to rival yours. You quickly take the lead and say goodbye to the boys as Jungkook follows you out, his laugh ringing in your ears.

You are about to lose your shit when you hear someone calling your name.

You turn around to see Namjoon standing by Yoongi's door holding out your purse. In the haste to leave you had forgotten to grab it and now you have to come face to face with the man who the sex dreams were about.

Lovely.

You walk over to him as Jungkook waits by the elevator.

“Thank you.” You say curtly, but before you can turn and go back to your best friend whom you are most definitely thinking of murdering, a strong hand stops you.

You stare up at him with a shocked expression on your face as he leans in closer to whisper to you.

“I know I have been busy, but I haven't forgotten. Hope you were dreaming of me.”

“Y/N Elevator is here let's go!” Jungkook calls down the hallway as you shake your head and make your way back to your best friend whom you are suddenly not thinking about murdering so much, in fact, you are thinking of thanking him.

The next time you hear from Namjoon it's at an ungodly hour.

3:12am to be exact

Your phone vibrating on your nightstand wakes you up and you struggle in the dark to reach for it, when you see the display you groan.

Why the hell was Jungkook calling you this early on a Tuesday morning?

You swiped the phone to answer the call and sat up in bed rubbing your eyes.

“Jungkook I swear to god this had better be good.” You threaten.

“Uh. Hey Y/N.” Came a voice that was not Jungkook's.

You pulled the phone from your ear to stare at the display, which still showed Jungkook's name.

“Uh, who the hell is this? And why do you have this phone?” You ask feeling dread pool in your stomach. What if Jungkook was injured? What if something serious happened?

“It's Namjoon.”

Oh.

It had been another week since the incident at Yoongi's studio. A whole month since the first Namjoon incident. Not that you were counting.

“Uh Hey Namjoon. Little late for a booty call isn't it?” You tease trying to calm your racing heart as you hear his low chuckle over the phone.

“It's not that. It's Jungkook. Can you come pick him up?” He asks as you flick on your bedside lamp casting your room in a warm glow.

“Is he okay?” You reply back trying to keep the worry from your voice.

“Yeah, he's fine. You know that song we were working on? Well, we finished it tonight. Yoongi and I decided to have a celebratory drink and well, Jungkook joined us. He's....um... he's kind of throwing up in Yoongi's trash can right now. Yoongi and I are going to crash here but we are not really supposed to drink on the job.” He explains as you pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration and throw the covers off your legs.

“I'm so sorry I didn't know who else to call,” Namjoon explains as you search your room for some warmer clothes.

“It's fine Joon. I'll just put some clothes on and head over.” You sigh.

You hear him gasp over the phone and you freeze.

“You're naked?” He asks, voice dropping as you giggle.

“No. I mean I'm changing out of my pj's.” You explain gathering some sweatpants off the floor and tugging them over your bare legs.

“I-Okay yeah, that makes sense.” He replies as you giggle again. Hearing how flustered he sounds over the phone has your heart racing.

“But I wasn't wearing much before so I guess I should put some clothes on.” You tease as you reach for a sweater and hear him let out a low groan.

“Fuck Y/N You can't do this to me. I'm kinda drunk and I'm gonna get hard thinking about you.” He confesses.

You feel your stomach flip at his words.

“Think about me a lot Joon?” You flirt back as you throw a hat over your bedhead and grab your coat to put over your heavy sweater.

“Dream about me a lot?” He teases back which has arousal shoot through your body and you stand there with your mouth open in shock.

“Never said it was about you. I could have been dreaming about someone else.” You taunt trying to keep your voice even and not let him know how much this was affecting you.

“Hmm maybe. But I have a feeling you were dreaming about me. That's why you were so flustered when Jungkook mentioned it. Were you dreaming about my mouth, or maybe my fingers? Or my cock?” He asks voice dangerously low which has a whimper leaving your mouth.

“Thought so. Now drive safe!” He says before hanging up the phone and leaving you speechless.

The back parking lot was empty when you pulled in and you saw Namjoon standing in the doorway keeping a very sleepy, very drunk Jungkook upright.

You let out a sigh as you parked and opened your door to step out. You opened the passenger door and let Namjoon haul Jungkook inside.

His head lolled against the window as his breath fogged up the glass.

“He threw up everything he drank so he should be good. Sorry again about all this.” Namjoon says.

He looks so cute standing there in his over sized coat and a black hat.

“It's okay it's what friends do right?” You ask as you shove your hands in your pockets to ward off the chill.

“Yeah. Friends take care of each other when they are drunk huh?” He says with a cock of an eyebrow.

Before you can answer, he takes your hand softly and brings you to the backdoor, he opens it for you and as you both enter he pushes you roughly against the concrete wall and cages your body in.

“Joon!” You exclaim as he towers over you, throwing his hat off his head to reveal his messy hair.

“God I can't stop thinking about you.” He mutters as his lips come down to capture yours in a searing kiss.

Any cold you felt a minute ago seemed to leave your body the second his lips met yours. Your arms looped around his shoulders as he pressed his lips harder into yours. His hands were firm on your sides as you drank him in.

Your body was pushed flush into his and you abandoned your hands on his shoulders to card through his messy hair which made him moan into your mouth.

You took that opportunity to lick the seam of his lips with your tongue, which has more moans falling from his lips as well as yours.

You can feel his cock, hard against your thigh as you lick and nip at his lips, hands getting lost in his hair and body pressing harder into yours.

How long you stand there kissing you're not sure. His hands travel up and down your sides and even though every fiber of your being is crying out for him to do more, you slow the kissing down and pull away feeling your arousal pool in your panties.

Namjoon's lips are swollen and tinged red, his eyes are bright and he has never looked more beautiful under fluorescent lighting.

“Fuck.” He groans as he cards a hand through his hair and you sneak a look at your car to see Jungkook still sleeping peacefully, face pressed against the glass.

“I should go.” You say softly, hearing your voice sound rough from all the kissing. You are sure you look just as fucked out as he does.

“Wait! I did want to talk to you and then...well. I got carried away.” He admits with a shy smile, a dimple poking out and eyes shining.

“I wanted to reach out to you sooner. Really I did. But I didn't know how. I didn't want you to feel like I was only in it for one thing and well... I do like you. Like really like you. And then I got busy with work and I just...please. This Friday let me take you out on a date. Jungkook is going out with Taehyung to some restaurant they have been excited about. So no interruptions.” He teases with a knowing smile.

“Of course Namjoon. I'd love that.” You say as you slip your phone out of your coat pocket to get his number.

He inputs it with a giddy smile on his face and you both stare at each other, neither one of you wanting to say goodbye.

“I really should go. Jungkook might freeze out there.” You say as you push up on your tiptoes to give him a soft slow kiss.

When you pull away he is grinning and you can't help but grin back.

“Friday?” He confirms and you nod, moving away from him and back out into the cold.

“Friday.” You repeat as you make your way to your car and hop into the driver's seat.

“Y/N?” Comes a bleary voice and you turn to see Jungkook has one eye cracked open and is staring at you.

Your heart drops

Did he see?

“Hey, Kook. I'm going to bring you home okay?” You say as you start the car, turning up the heat and feeling guilty for leaving him like that.

“Yoongi and Joonie were mean to me. They made me drink soooo much and now I don't feel good.” He pouts as you bite back a smile and put your car into drive.

“I know bun let's get you home.” You say as you drive away, the memory of your kiss still fresh in your mind.

Friday.

You had been counting down the days and now it was finally here.

Namjoon had told you to meet him at his studio and you could both go to the Italian restaurant down the street.

You had decided to meet at six knowing very well Jungkook would be out with Taehyung and their reservation was at five at a restaurant across town.

You wanted to tell Jungkook about your date with Namjoon, you really did. He was your best friend and knew everything about you so it pained you not to say anything.

However, your priority was figuring out what was going on with Namjoon first. You wanted to get the first date under your belt before you involved your best friend.

You drove over to the studio and parked in the back lot where you had picked up a drunken Jungkook a couple nights prior.

You smoothed down your outfit which consisted of a dark green long-sleeved sweater dress and a pair of black tights and black boots.

You had swept your hair in a half-up-do and accessorized with gold jewelry.

You were relieved to see Namjoon standing at the same staircase and holding the door open for you as you jogged to get inside the warmth.

He looked so good in a beige sweater and dark dress pants. His hair is slicked back to show off his forehead.

“Hi. I just have to grab my things from my studio and we are good.” He says shooting you a grin as he takes your hand and leads you up the stairs to the elevator.

You enter and fight every urge in your body to not furiously make out with him as the elevator brings you to the sixteenth floor.

He pokes his head out to make sure the hallway is empty and guides you to his own studio which is two doors down from Yoongi's.

He punches in the code and you slip inside smiling when you take in your surroundings.

It's the same size as Yoongi's but while Yoongi's is mostly decorated in dark colors, Namjoon's is light and airy and so him it makes your heart swell.

“You like it?” He asks, voice low as he comes behind you to wrap his arms around your middle and rest his head on your shoulder.

“Yeah, it's very you.” You respond as you lean into his touch, taking in his spicy sweet scent.

You spin around and wrap your arms around his shoulders, bringing him in for a kiss.

This kiss is slower and more controlled than the last fiery kiss you last shared. You take your time exploring his lips with your own and your hands run up and down his torso, feeling the muscles clench under your touch.

His hands come to support your neck as he kisses you deeper and you feel your body melt into his touch, he is so soft and gentle with you that it makes your heart soar.

You both take your time and as you move to get even closer to him you can feel his hardness press into your hip.

You grin against his lips as he mutters an apology.

“No need to apologize. I should return the favor, shouldn't I? I mean you were so good to me before... it's only fair.” You coo as his eyes widen and you run your hands down his chest and stomach, stopping right before the button on his pants, your eyes meet his in a silent question.

“Please.” He whines out as you grin and pop the button open.

You undo his zipper tantalizingly slow and precum is already staining the tip of his boxers as his cock seems to harden more under your gaze

You palm the head of his cock through the fabric as a pretty moan falls from his lips.

You want to hear that moan again and again so you add more pressure and watch his eyes flutter closed. He looks so pretty like this.

You reach your hand into his boxers and let out a high gasp when you circle his cock with your hand.

He is rock hard in your grip and the skin is so warm and soft. You use your thumb to spread the precum that is pooling at the tip and you spread it around the shaft.

“Fuck Y/N.” He grits out as you smile and continue to work him in agonizingly slow strokes. You want him to come apart in your hand like you did in his. You want to make him whine, beg and cry out like he did to you.

You begin to get a rhythm going and just as you flick your wrist over the tip of his cock you hear a knock at the door.

A persistent knock that has your hand freezing and Namjoon looking down at you in alarm.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” Namjoon hisses as you remove your hand and stare at him with fear written all over your face.

“Namjoonie! Taehyung ditched me!” Came a voice you knew all too well and you stared up at Namjoon in horror as Jungkook was standing right outside the door.

“How does he always know?!” Namjoon hissed in frustration as you fought back a giggle.

Jungkook kept knocking but Namjoon stayed frozen in spot pressing a finger to his lips to urge you to be quiet.

“Should we just...?” You ask as Namjoon shoots you a look.

“Absolutely not. He can stand out there all day.” Namjoon growls which has you giggling behind your hands.

Poor Namjoon standing there with his pants down, cock still rock hard beneath his boxers, and a scowl on his face.

The knocking continues as Jungkook whines outside the door about how Taehyung was supposed to hang out with him but said he wasn't feeling good so he ditched him.

Just as you were trying to muffle your giggles the phone on Namjoon's desk began to vibrate loudly.

Even though his studio was soundproof Namjoon sprung into action. He grabbed his pants, pulled them back up and nearly dove for the phone, turning off the vibration and shooting daggers at the door.

“He's persistent isn't he?” Namjoon asks as you both stand frozen waiting for poor Jungkook to get bored and leave.

Your saving grace comes in the form of Min Yoongi.

“Jungkook what are you doing?” He asks as you stare at Namjoon in shock at the absurdity of the whole situation.

“Yoongi! Tae ditched me because he's not feeling well and I'm really bummed. I wanted to hang out with Joonie but he's not answering his door or his phone!” Jungkook whines.

“Namjoon went home for the day Kook. He left hours ago.” Yoongi lies effortlessly as you both stare at each other.

“You said Tae wasn't feeling good? How about we go get him food and bring it to him yeah? We all can hang out?” Yoongi asks as you hear footsteps retreating from the door and you breathe out a sigh.

“What about Namjoon?” Jungkook replies as Namjoon's jaw ticks in annoyance and you fight to stifle your giggles.

“If he's not answering his phone he's probably busy. He can come next time Kook. When was the last time we three hung out together? Come on let's call Tae and let him know the plan.” Yoongi says.

You wait with bated breath until you hear their voices disappear down the hallway and when you hear the elevator ding you know they are finally gone.

Thank God for Min Yoongi.

“Holy shit,” you say as Namjoon runs a hand through his hair and fiddles with the buttons on his pants doing them back up.

“How does he always know? Seriously?” Namjoon sighs out as you laugh.

You straighten yourself out and so does Namjoon both of you still feeling anxious about almost being caught by Jungkook...again.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asks concern written all over his face.

“Yeah, I just... I feel bad for lying to him you know. He's my best friend. And even though this is the second time he has interrupted he means well.” You say feeling guilty.

Namjoon smiles softly down at you.

“I know I feel the same way. How about this? We take it slow and have this date and see what happens. If we feel like it's going to go somewhere we let the others know.” Namjoon explains.

You nod as he leans down to press the softest sweetest kiss to your cheek. It makes your heart flutter wildly.

“Now come on we have some really amazing food to eat.” He says grabbing his coat and looping his arm through yours

Dinner was great. The food was wonderful, the atmosphere was beautiful and the man sitting across from you made you feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

You couldn't ask for more.

By the time you made it out of the restaurant, the sun had already set and Namjoon's hand was in yours as you walked back to the studio and back to your car.

The air was bitingly cold and you snuggled your body into him and made your way down the busy street, the city starting to come alive as neon lights and street lights cast the city in a beautiful glow.

You finally made it to your car and Namjoon smiled down at you, his dimples popping out making you grin right back at him, your breaths mingling in the cold night air.

“What do you want to do Y/N?” He asks as he stands in front of you staring you down.

“Uh I mean I'd like to go out with you again if that's what you're asking.” You say feeling your cheeks heat up.

“That's not what I mean,” He says leaning forward to capture your lips in a kiss which has you arching up to meet him.

You don't think you'll ever get tired of kissing Namjoon.

“You know what I meant. And what I offered. I know I made you wait but the offer still stands, I can be a friend. Or a fuck? I'm here for whatever you need.” He mutters lowly against your ear which makes you shiver.

His teeth graze your earlobe and you feel arousal shoot down your spine and legs. You grip his coat to keep yourself steady and he chuckles darkly above you.

“What if I want both?” You challenge as you bite your lip and stare up at him.

“Greedy little thing huh? Lucky for you I can be very generous.” He purrs which has you throbbing and pressing your body into his.

“Please can we go? Please.” You whine out feeling too strung out and too desperate to wait any longer.

“Yours or mine?” He asks and you grab your keys from your purse and get in the car, he quickly follows suit.

“Anywhere I don't care.” You say as you put the keys in the ignition and stare him down.

“Mine it is,” Namjoon decides as you pull out of the parking lot and head towards his place.

You would like to think of yourself as a patient person. You would like to think you have self-control and that you can handle yourself as a grown-ass adult.

However, the second you pull into Namjoon's driveway you are almost running up to his door. His laugh is echoing behind you but you don't care as you stand there and wait for him to hurry the hell up.

“God any slower Joon?” You tease as he chuckles and unlocks the door, the warmth of the house inviting you in.

You shuck off your coat and watch as he does the same. You shift foot to foot as he takes his time putting everything back in its rightful place and you swear he is doing this on purpose.

“Joon.” You whine out as you watch him head to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

“Yes?” He asks teasingly as he offers you a cup and you shake your head.

You stand there as he takes his sweet time in the kitchen, turning on lights, putting things away, and your not sure if you want to kiss him or smack him for making you wait.

“Joon I swear to god.” You complain as he turns around and leans against the counter grinning at you.

“Yes?” He repeats as you stand there under the lighting almost shaking with how aroused you are.

Even though he is acting like he is not affected you can see his cock tenting his dress pants and the way his cheeks are flushed.

You walk over to him and stand toe to toe with his towering frame. He is looking down at you with an amused expression which gets wiped from his face real quick when you cup his bulge over his pants.

“Impatient aren't we?” He teases as you push your palm into his cock harder which has his voice breaking and his eyes fluttering closed.

“Yeah well someone made me wait a whole month so sorry for not wanting to wait longer.” You growl out.

He whines above you when you undo the button and slide his pants down. He assists you by stepping out of them and right as you are about to reach for his boxers he surprises you by grabbing your wrist and pulling your hand away.

You look up at him with an annoyed expression but he quickly grabs your hips and lifts you up on the kitchen island.

The memory of last time comes to mind as you once again part your legs so he can stand between them.

He swoops in to kiss you and you run your hands through his hair, tugging on the ends making him groan against your mouth.

His hands travel the expanse of your body and you shift your hips as close to the edge as you can so you can feel the hot press of his cock against your throbbing core.

“Wanna touch you.” He mutters against your lips as you nod and he pushes your body down so you are laying flat against the island.

You stare at him in awe as he taps your leg signaling you to lift your hips so he can slide your leggings down your body.

His fingers trace your bare skin as you let out a shaky breath.

In one swoop he pulls you to the very edge of the island and grabs a bar stool. Confusion is written all over your face when he sits down and grabs your hips to pull you closer to him.

“Sit up let me take this dress off and see you.” He says as you nod and do as you are told. Namjoon's hands are warm against your skin as he pulls the dress over your head and flings it somewhere in the room.

His eyes roam your body and you instinctively cover your body with your hands, feeling insecure under his piercing gaze.

“Fuck you're perfect.” He groans as you see his hand disappear and palm at his hard cock still trapped against his boxers.

“Take your shirt off I wanna see you too.” You mumble, he complies as he peels his shirt off which now joins the pile of clothes on the floor.

God his body is so...wow.

His broad shoulders immediately catch your eye and you stare down at his wide chest and toned stomach. So much skin to mark up it makes your mouth water at the possibilities.

You lean forward to suck and nip at his newly exposed skin but his palm is large against your chest as he pushes you once again down on the island, the cold granite making your body shiver.

“You know the meal was fantastic but I've always been more of a desert guy.” He says running his

hands up and down your legs, taking his time exploring your body.

“We should have ordered desert then.” You say breathless as his hands keep inching higher to where your panties are, absolutely soaked with arousal and you are sure he can see that.

“This is my desert beautiful. I'm gonna make a meal out of your gorgeous pussy. Didn't have the chance to last time.” He growls as he dips his deft fingers into the band of your underwear and slowly pulls them down.

You arch your hips up to help him and sneak your hand around to undo your bra.

He gets up from his chair to eye your entire naked body, spread out on his island like an all-you-can-eat buffet.

You don't feel insecure anymore, in fact, you feel hot under his gaze as he takes you in, eyes trailing up and down your naked body, tongue darting out to lick at his lips.

“Joon.” You whine, which snaps him out of his daze as he once again grabs your hips and pulls you towards him.

His hands spread your legs and he throws them over his broad shoulders which has you moaning out as he brings his face dangerously close to your pussy.

His breath fans over your wetness and you shiver as you stare down at his narrowed eyes taking it all in.

This is a wet dream come true.

“This okay?” He whispers as the tension in the room intensifies and you feel like you are going to explode with how severe your pussy is throbbing.

“Please Joon fuck.” You whine out which makes him grin devilishly before he dives right in.

You have had someone eat you out before but never like this. His hands stay pinned to your hips keeping you down as his tongue circles your swollen clit. You cry out when he sucks on it adding enough force to make your eyes roll in the back of your head.

You grip the edge of the island as he licks, sucks and swipes his tongue along your slit gathering all the wetness and slurping it down.

The noises are obscene and you can feel a sheen of sweat break out on your body as his hands tighten on your hips as you try to raise them up to get more.

“Joon.” You beg out as your hands begin to hurt from how tightly you are gripping the island, feeling like you need something to anchor yourself to so you don't float away.

Your body is taught with pressure when he detaches his lips from your clit and his finger slips inside you with ease.

“God baby girl still so tight.” He growls as he works the finger in and out of you curling it at just the right angle to have you bucking up into his touch, desperate for more, desperate for him to make you cum.

“You gotta be good for me okay. I gotta stretch you out right.” He mutters as he adds another finger and your eyes roll in the back of your head. You feel the tight coil of an orgasm approaching and you try your best to hold out as long as you can.

He adds another finger and you hiss at the burn of three fingers buried inside you. He works you slower letting you adjust to them as his tongue comes down to join his fingers.

When his tongue sucks on your clit you arch your body up and let out an animalistic wine as he alternates between licking and sucking your clit and pumping his fingers inside of you.

“Come on baby girl. Let go for me.” He growls as he works you harder and you can feel the pleasure build and build deep in your core.

“Joon c-close fuck.” You cry out as he sucks and licks at you harder providing the right amount of pressure and curling his fingers just right which sends you flying over the edge.

You arch up and cry out his name as your walls flutter around his thick digits. You are panting and moaning as you ride out your high and he laps up everything you are giving him.

Your body finally gives up as you slump against the island and push your damp hair from your eyes.

You are pretty sure you just died and went to heaven.

Namjoon pushes the chair back as he slowly grabs your weak body off the island and carries you to his room.

You wrap your legs around him and can feel his hard cock bumping against your core as he walks over to lay you down on his king-sized bed.

The room looks the same as it did and the memory makes you smile as he crawls up on the bed next to you. Taking his phone out of his pants and checking it quick, frowning as he does so.

“What's up?” You ask as you peer up at him and he shakes his head and locks his phone, throwing it on the beside table.

“Just wanted to silence my phone so we don't get interrupted.” He says as you finally find the strength to sit up and push him down on the bed. You straddle his thick thighs and he stares up at you with lips parted and eyes blown wide.

“Your turn.” You tease as you situate yourself right over his aching bulge and press hot kisses to the column of his throat.

His hand knead your ass as he grinds you against him and you suck and nip at the skin on his neck and shoulders.

“Y/N.” He whines out as you run your fingernails down his chest and continue to grind on his cock, letting your arousal soak the material of his boxers.

You hum in reply as he throws his head back giving you more access to his neck.

“Y/N fuck. I don't want to ruin this or anything but can I be inside you. Please.” He whines as you pull away and stare at him.

How his pupils are blown wide, how his his lips are bruised from all the kissing, and how his cheeks are flushed with the prettiest red blush.

“What if I want to suck you off?” You ask with a tilt of your head and you let out a soft laugh when you feel his cock twitch against you.

“Fuck. I'd love nothing more than that. I'm going to be honest, I want to cum inside your pussy not on your face or in your mouth and I'm scared if you suck me off I won't last.” He admits blushing harder as you grin and nod.

You move your body off him so he can reach into his nightstand to grab a condom and flick on the bedside light.

You watch as he hooks his hands in the waistband of his boxers and pulls them down, his hard cock springing free and smacking against his stomach.

Your jaw drops. Sure you had felt him in your hand and knew he felt big, but actually seeing it was a different story.

His cock was thick with a vein running along the underside of it. The head was flushed a pretty red color and precum was oozing out the tip and sliding down the shaft.

You couldn't help yourself as you leaned down to lick at the precum. A groan burst from Namjoon's lips when you made a connection with the hot silky skin of his cock.

“Fuck Y/N you-you can't I'll cum.” He warns as you lick him and suck on the head, making eye contact with him which has him groaning above you

Your lips pop off the head of his cock with a satisfying pop and he wastes no time tearing open the condom and rolling it down his length.

You have dreamed of this moment and waited for this moment but now that it is finally here you feel nervous.

You leaned back on your knees and bit your lip trying not to let the worries overtake you.

“Hey. I got you. It will be okay.” Namjoon whispers as your eyes snap back to his and he runs his hands through your hair to cup the back of your head.

His lips connect with yours in a slow and sensual kiss. You climb up on his lap and wrap your arms around his shoulders as his cock bumps against your core.

“Nothing to be worried about. I got you. We will go slow.” He mumbles against your lips as you nod.

“I want you to feel good. If it hurts we stop, or we slow down.” He explains as you grab the base of his cock and line it up with your core.

The second you sink down on his cock you can already feel the stretch and burn.

You bury your face in his shoulder and whimper as his cock head slips inside.

Namjoon takes his time with you, he rubs your back and whispers sweet nothings in your ear as you sink down on him slower.

His cock is tight inside of your body and when you finally reach the hilt you let out a shaky breath you had not realized you were holding.

You look down and gasp as you see where your bodies are connected. His hands come up to push your hair out of your face and you stare into his eyes.

“I got you. How do you feel baby girl?” He asks with concern written all over his face.

“Full. So fucking full.” You sigh out leaning forward to rest your head against his shoulder as his arms circle around you to hold you steady.

“You are so tight Y/N. Fuck I wanna fuck into you so bad. You have no idea how good you feel stuffed with my cock.” He growls as you feel the pain start to subside and get replaced with unexplained pleasure.

“Joon please.” You whine out as he runs his hands up and down your back.

“Please what? What does my baby need?” He asks voice strained from holding back.

“Keep talking. Please.” You whine out eyes closed waiting for the stretch to subside.

“Fuck baby you don't know how long I have wanted to do this. If we didn't get interrupted last time I would have been balls deep buried inside you like I am now. And you would have taken me like such a good girl, wouldn't you? You would have cum again on my tongue because tasting you off my fingers was not enough. Shit, I was so fucking hard when Jungkook was making you breakfast. Thought about kicking his ass out and dragging you to my room and not letting you leave until you were properly fucked.”

You moan and shake above him at his words which only spurs him on more.

“God I couldn't stop thinking about you. And that day at the studio to know you had a wet dream about me. Fuck I was so hard in my sweatpants I'm surprised you didn't notice.” He continues on.

“Joon please.” You cry out.

“Please what baby? Use your words.” He demands as he delivers a soft spank to your ass.

“Move-Please Joon fuck-fuck me Joon.” You cry out as you pull yourself from his chest and stare at his expression.

He grins wickedly at you as you move your hips against his, grinding yourself on his cock as you slowly move up and down trying to get used to the feeling of being so full.

“Want me to take over baby?” He asks as your movements are sloppy and desperate.

You nod and in a flash, he flips you over so you are on your back and he is hovering over you, eyes wide and a smirk on his face as he slowly inches out of you before slamming back in.

Broken moans leave your lips as he rams into you, his cock hitting that spot inside of you each time that makes you see stars and claw at the skin on his back.

He growls in your ear when you shoot your hips up to meet his thrust and you both are whining and groaning as you chase your high.

He holds himself up on strong arms as he rams into you with such force you are moving up and down the bed. You grip his biceps and cry out when he captures your lips in a searing kiss, muting your whimpers and moans.

His thrusts get deeper and more erratic as you can feel yourself slowly tipping over the edge. You hook your legs around his waist to bring him closer and you arch your back to get him to thrust deeper inside of you.

“Y/N c-close fuck.” He cries out as his thrusts become more erratic which sends you over the edge.

You cum hard against him, chest arching up to brush against his as your walls clamp down on his cock and milk him as he continues to fuck into you with an intensity that almost sends your head right through the headboard.

“Please Joon cum inside me. P-Please.” You cry out as you grip his back and keep him pinned to you as he pumps into you a couple more times before burying his face in your neck and cuming hard, swearing loudly as he does so.

You let him ride out his high, your hands clawing at his back as his cock twitches deep inside of you.

He pulls out slowly and rolls on his back, tying up the condom and throwing it in the garbage as you both stare at the ceiling and try to catch your breath.

Namjoon stands up to crack open the window to rid the room of the smell of sex and you roll over to let the breeze hit your face.

You feel so good. So thoroughly fucked out you hardly notice him leave the room and come back with a glass of water for each of you and a soft towel to clean you up.

He hands you the water and takes his time between your legs wiping you down with the towel. He throws it somewhere in the room and reaches for his boxers on the floor and drags them up his legs.

“Wow.” You breathe out after a sip of water as you place it on his nightstand and let the air from the window cool your damp skin.

“Wow is right.” Namjoon echos as he climbs into bed and cuddles you in his arms, pressing his chin against the top of your head and wrapping his arms around you.

“That was...” You taper off not sure what to say. You are swimming in bliss and never ever want to leave.

“Yeah. I feel the same.” He mutters above you as you pull away to stare at him.

His hair is falling over his forehead and he is smiling down at you in adoration. You grab his hands to lace them through yours as you rest your head on his bare chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

After some time Namjoon lightly pushes you off his chest and you look up at him.

“I want to take you out again. Can I? Sometime this week?” He asks timidly as you smile and answer him with a kiss.

“Of course Joonie. I'm yours.” You tell him.

He looks at you with such a soft smile on his face it makes your heart flutter.

“Though I think I'm going to have to tell Jungkook. I can't keep this from him for forever.” You admit as you rest your head on Namjoon's shoulder.

“Yeah, I think it's time. Plus Yoongi kind of already knows.” Namjoon confirms which has you sitting upright in an instant and staring at him in shock.

“What do you mean he knows! He doesn't know.” You reply anxiously.

“Um yeah, he knows. Remember when I check my phone after...yeah. He texted me saying I owed him for distracting Jungkook tonight so we could go on our date. He also said about time so I guess he saw this coming.” Namjoon teases as you blush bright red.

“Please tell me he won't tell Jungkook.” You plead feeling guilt pool in your stomach.

“Nah Yoongi is good about that,” Namjoon confirms as his hands come up to smooth at the worry lines between your eyebrows.

“It will be okay. I promise.” Namjoon assures you with another kiss as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and lean into it, savoring the feeling of his lips on yours and the perfect moment you created together.

The day has come to finally tell Jungkook and the coffee shop is packed as you grab your food and navigate all the tables to find one that is empty.

You follow Jungkook's back as he leads the way, finding an empty table in the back for you both to share.

You reached out saying you were craving the little cakes and pastries this specific coffee shop sold and Jungkook was more than happy to come along.

You opted for tea instead of coffee this time, knowing coffee would do you no good in this situation.

It had only been three days since your date with Namjoon but you had another one planned for tomorrow. Namjoon knew you were going to tell Jungkook today and he provided you with encouraging texts all morning.

You both sat down and you pulled your teacup towards yourself as Jungkook dug into the desert letting his coffee cool a bit before drinking.

“I feel like I haven't seen you in forever I'm glad we could find time to hang out today.” He says mouth full of whatever pastry he grabbed.

“Yeah me too. Kook, I wanna talk to you about something.” You start, feeling anxiety flutter through your body as he stops eating to stare at you.

“It's about...a date I had three days ago.” You say, rubbing your sweaty hands on your pants and trying to force the words out.

“With Namjoon yeah?” He says, hardly bothered as you nearly spill your tea down the front of your shirt.

“Um, what?” You say in shock as he grins and takes another massive bite of the pastry smearing his lips with chocolate.

“What about it?” He asks sounding not at all bothered.

“You know?! How do you know? Yoongi? Did he say?” You sputter pushing your tea away worried you would spill it on yourself in shock.

“Nah Yoongi didn't tell me. But when I come home from the gym and you are moaning Namjoon's name on my couch I put the pieces together. I mean come on Y/N. You got drunk, he took you home and when I came over you both looked like little kids getting caught doing something they weren't supposed to.” He explains as your eyes grow wide.

“I had a feeling something happened but I dropped it because maybe I was wrong. But then you had that sex dream about him. I just happened to walk in while you were moaning his name and I knew. Why do you think I brought it up at the studio? Someone had to get the ball rolling.”

You stayed glued in your chair as he continued to explain.

“Then when you came to pick me up drunk I mean I saw you guys making out. I was drunk but not blind.” He says shoving more food in his mouth and grinning at you as if this whole thing was so incredibly obvious.

“As for your date, I had no idea. Honest. But when Yoongi grabbed me and practically forced me away from bugging Namjoon I had a feeling. And Yoongi wants to hang with Tae and I...alone? Not a chance. I figured he was covering for Namjoon. And you. So I played it up to get a free meal from him. Should thank you for that one.” Jungkook teases as he leans back and sips his coffee eyes never leaving your shocked face.

“So you knew the entire time?” You finally say feeling your stomach turn.

“I mean I didn't know till the sex dream but I had a feeling. He would always stare at you when you weren't looking. I don't know how you didn't notice because almost everyone else did.”

You blushed furiously as you wrapped your hands around your warm cup of tea.

“So did the date go well? Or was he horrible? Is that what you wanted to tell me?” Jungkook asks.

“I...you knew? And you're not...I dunno mad?” You ask him.

“Why would I be? Namjoon is a great guy and you're my best friend. Why would I be mad? I got Yoongi to order both Tae and I expensive food. I'm ecstatic” Jungkook teases as you reach across the table to smack his arm.

“But if you want to keep pretending I don't know I wouldn't mind getting more food.” He teases you again as you swat his arm and smile.

“You are such a weirdo Jeon Jungkook.” You say as you sip your tea and the atmosphere seems to lighten.

“So when I came banging on the door did I interrupt anything.” He asks with a wiggle of his eyebrows which has you blushing and swatting at his arm again

“I'm not answering that.” You respond as Jungkook dissolves in a fit of giggles.

“One last question and you have to answer this one then I'll drop it.” He says after his giggle fit.

“Depends what it is.” You shoot back falling into your teasing each other rhythm once again.

“Does he make you happy?” Jungkook asks, voice suddenly serious.

You smile.

“Yes, he does. Very happy.” You confirm as you reach for a pastry on the table.

“Good.” He says as you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket and you take it out to see Namjoon messaged you.

“So I can't interrupt your date but he can interrupt our hangout. That's not fair.” Jungkook pouts as you text Namjoon to let him know it went well and you will explain the whole thing later.

“Okay okay, my phones away.” You say as you shove it in your pocket and grin.

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so-long-soldier-writes · 10 months

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Movie Night

kol mikaelson x reader (minor poly!mikaelsons x reader) | requested

summary: kol is unsure about letting his siblings meet you, afraid they'd scare you away and he'd lose his best friend (and the girl he's in love with). but when he finally brings you home one night, his family has a reaction he never would've expected.

tags: mutual crush / pining, flirting, confessions

word count: 2.1k

“They asked to meet you again,” Kol says suddenly, “I keep saying no, but they keep asking.”

You smile a little, curiosity peaked. “What’s the harm?”

“They’re… difficult sometimes. You know how families are.” He bites his tongue, afraid to say too much. You two are best friends; very loving and protective of each other. But there seems to be only two responses that the Mikaelsons ever give: complete obsession or extreme dislike. They could either love you or hate you, and Kol’s not sure which is worse.

“Yeah, but what family isn’t complicated? I’m sure they’re not so bad.”

“Y/N,” he sighs, tone somber, “are you forgetting my brother is Klaus Mikaelson? The greatly feared hybrid that terrorized Mystic Falls before he even arrived to town? And the rest of them are only a diluted version of his madness.”

“You aren’t.”

“You didn’t see me in the 1600s, darling.”

“Well that was then and this is now. I’m not afraid, Kol. I know you’ll keep me safe if they try anything.”

“You know I will. They wouldn’t dare.”

“Then there’s no reason to worry.” You give him another smile.

As soon as he meets your eyes, he looks down immediately. Your smile gives him butterflies. Kol would be lying if he said he didn’t harbor a little crush on you. That’s part of the reason he doesn’t want you to meet them - he’s afraid they’ll scare you away and you’ll want nothing to do with him. “I’ll try not to,” he finally replies.

A few minutes go by before you groan and shuffle in place. “This line isn’t going anywhere.”

The wait time on the screen says fifteen minutes, but it’s been way longer than that. You take a sip of the drink balanced in your arms amongst popcorn and snacks.

“I guess that’s what we get for trying to see a new movie on opening night.”

“Do you still want to see it?”

Kol’s juggling his own handfuls, or else he would’ve taken yours so you wouldn’t have to carry it. When he realized he couldn’t carry yours on top of his own, he apologized. It’s little things like that that make you want to cross the best friend boundary. He’s just so sweet, funny, and gentlemanly. Though you have yourself convinced that you’re way out of his league. I mean, come on - why would an original vampire date a mere human? You shook your head a little to send the thought away.

“Eventually, yeah. But I’m not so committed to this line.”

Lost in your head, you forgot you asked him a question. It takes you a second to ponder a response, but then he continues,

“Alright, how about this? We’ve already got the drinks and snacks, so why don’t we go to my house and watch something there? It’s plenty dark, usually quiet. It’ll be just like the movies.”

“Wait, did you say at your house?” Usually your own house is the movie destination. Did Kol just propose to go to his instead?

He shrugs, “my family wants to meet you, you aren’t intimidated by them. They might be there and I could introduce you, or we could slip in and watch a movie in peace.” You’re stunned for a minute, and he starts to take it as hesitation. “Unless you don’t want to. I understand completely if you don’t.”

“No, we should! I’d love to meet your family, Kol, no matter how scary.”

“Okay.” He puts a smile over top of his worry while he fishes his keys from his coat pocket. “I’ll drive.”

On the short ride to his house, he gives you a basic rundown of each of his siblings. He knows you already know most of what he’s telling you, but it distracts him from his nerves. And you, recognizing he seems more antsy than usual, listen quietly.

“So to summarize, they’re all pretty outspoken, very protective, and often threatening, but if you’re someone they care about, you have nothing to fear.”

Kol swallows hard at that. You’ve got it on the nose, but your awareness doesn’t give him much comfort. “Yeah, pretty much.”

“Okay, cool. Let’s go.”

To his horror, all three siblings are in the living room at that moment. As soon as the two of you enter, all eyes snap to you.

“Well that was a quick movie,” Rebekah had started. Then she sees her brother’s company. “And who might you be?”

“Bex, Nik, ‘Lijah, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is the family.”

“Hi!” You greet them with a smile.

For a second, they only stare. Though Elijah’s first to speak, “Very nice to meet you, Y/N. I suppose you are the friend my brother speaks of so often?” When you nod, he continues. “My, was he right when he said you were beautiful. Those e/c eyes remind me so much of the stained glass windows they used to make in the 1100s. Kol, do you recall it?”

Once he gets over the perplexed feeling running in his head, Kol clears his throat. “I do, brother. And yes, Y/N is quite beautiful, as I told you. She’s a good friend.”

“More than beautiful,” Klaus compliments, “she’s a work of art. Would you like to sit, love?”

Your face turns red as the men praise your features. Your response comes out in a stutter. “U-um, I’m okay. The movie we tried to see had a really long line, so Kol suggested we just come here to watch one instead.”

“Kol suggested it? I’m surprised he would let us meet you. He’d been denying our curiosities for months.”

“Don’t put her on the spot, Nik, she’s-”

“Oh, she’s fine, brother. She’s doing well for someone in her position. Y’know,” Klaus twirls a strand of your hair between his fingers, “it must be quite intimidating to meet a whole family of original vampires all at once.”

Don’t scare her, Niklaus! Ease up on the poor girl,” Rebekah interrupts, swatting his hand from you. “And don’t touch her without her permission.”

“I’m sorry, love. Your hair just looked too soft.”

“It’s alright. But um, yeah, it’s a bit intimidating, but I’m not easily shaken.” You straighten your back. “I was actually wanting to meet you all, too.”

“See if we live up to the tales?” Rebekah teases. Her eyes stare into yours, and you find it hard to maintain eye contact.

“Not really,” you admit, “just wanted to meet Kol’s siblings. Out of curiosity.”

“Ah. So are your expectations met?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t know what to expect.”

Elijah then steps forward. “Tell us this, Miss Y/N. Do you feel safe in this moment? Or would you like Kol to take you away from here?”

It’s an odd question, even to Kol. The man’s throat dries and he narrows his eyes. Is his brother threatening or welcoming you?

“I um…”

“Please, be honest.”

“I’m good. I mean, I feel safe.”

Elijah’s straight lips curve into a smile. “Delightful. It was an honor meeting you, Miss Y/N.”

“T-thank you. You too, Elijah. All of you, I’m glad we got to meet.”

“I second that,” Klaus approaches you again, “what a lovely girl my brother’s brought home to meet the family.”

“Friends, Niklaus,” Elijah mutters under his breath. It’s quiet, but you can still hear it. “He’s said they’re just friends.”

Klaus gives the man a look, like he’s doubtful of that, but then turns back to you. “Apologies. What a lovely friend you are to my brother. Perhaps, if you’re available later, we can talk more. I’ll show you one of my favorite paintings. The shade is just like that of your skin.” His eyes travel your body like it’s a piece of art, and you can’t help but blush.

“Okay. I’ll be sure to stay a while after the movie.”

“Wonderful!”

The eldest two leave you with the youngest two. Kol, teeth clenched in aggravation, turns to direct you to his room. His sister, however, beats him to your attention.

“It was a pleasure meeting you, Y/N, as my brothers have said. My, my, I sure do see why Kol speaks so highly of you.” She smirks a little. “Enjoy your movie, and if you need anything, I’m just down the hall.” As she walks away, she flashes you a wink, then disappears.

Kol wastes no time bringing you to the lounge room where he and Bex used to kill time some hundred years ago. He explained in the car that they’d watch old black and white films in there together, while their brothers were off running amuck. Even now, they still retire to the darkened room for the occasional movie.

“Sorry about that,” he says the minute he shuts the door.

You cock your head at him. “Sorry about what?”

“Them.”

“What about it? They were nice.”

“Y/N…”

“What? Were they not nice? Is that their ‘not nice’ behavior?”

“No, darling. That was actually the nicest I’ve ever seen them.”

“Then what’s the-”

“They were all flirting with you, darling. Ogling you. Not a care about it.”

“Oh,” you whisper, realizing he might be right.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. We shouldn’t’ve come here.”

“Wait, Kol, it’s alright. I don’t mind.”

“No, it was totally inappropriate. In fact, I should talk to them about not doing it in the future.” He starts to rant. You’ve learned to not interrupt Kol when he’s ranting, because he’ll miss every word you say. “God, I didn’t want them to see you because I thought they’d scare you off, but I didn’t think they’d so openly hit on you! Elijah, too, where did his manners go? And I mean, I know why they were. You’re gorgeous, Y/N, and I’d want you, too, but…” he stops, realizing what he had admitted.

Your heart leaps out of your chest, but then falls to the hard ground all at once. I’d want you, too, but…

“But what?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Kol.”

“It’s nothing, darling.”

“Kol, tell me. Please!”

He takes a deep breath. “I can’t have you. I can’t put you in that kind of danger. Being your friend puts you at risk enough, but if we were anything more, you’d become a target. I can’t let that happen; I can’t let anything bad happen to you.” One glance, he allows himself to take, before dropping his eyes back to the ground. He sees your frown, but misses the way your eyes search for him. “Besides… you’re better off with a human, not someone with such a violent past like myself.”

“Well I’d like to disagree with that last part,” you snort, “your past doesn’t matter to me. Right now is what matters. Also, being a vampire doesn’t make you violent. Plenty of humans are violent.”

“That’s not the point, Y/N, I’m saying-”

“I know what you’re trying to say. But I’m saying I like you regardless of whatever you’ve done in your past. And - since you already admitted it, what’s the harm in me saying it, too? - I like you. More than a friend. I have for a while.”

Finally, he looks up at you and doesn’t break eye contact. “You do?”

“How could I not?”

“But what if you get hurt? If we were to have something?”

“Well, one, you’d protect me. You already do, so why would it be any different now? Two, I don’t care. If that’s the only thing standing in the way of us trying this out, then we’ll just have to face it head-on. And who knows? Maybe it’ll never happen. But I want to be with you, if you want it too.”

“More than you know, darling.”

“Okay,” you breathe out, giddy with excitement. “So what first, boyfriend?” You test the term out, tasting it on your tongue. You like it.

Kol’s smile tells you he likes it, too. “Well I have a great idea for our first date. How about a home movie?”

“Perfect idea. What time?”

“Right now.”

The two of you move to the couch and assemble your drinks and snacks. Only this time, when you sit beside one another, he can confidently put an arm around your back to pull you close.

“A true gentleman waits until at least one date to kiss the girl,” he mutters into your ear, “but that’s not counting these.” Then, you feel a quick kiss to your cheek.

Your face blushes instantly. “Okay, so how about you press play so we can get to the end of the night?”

He senses your quickened heart rate at the thought of getting to kiss him for real. It makes his own heart race, too, but he holds himself back. Instead, he gives you another kiss on the cheek in the meantime. “Oh, we’re just getting started, darling.”

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bloodsucker [satoru gojo]

Vampire!Satoru x Human!Fem!Reader summary: a game of cat and mouse in the woods turns into a bloody mess warnings: 18+ / mdni!, afab, vampire activities, mediocre writing of sex in a forest, bloodplay, biting by both parties, satoru chases you through the woods because its fun, fear play perhaps, overstimulation, no use of y/n w/c: 2.1k a/n: happy start of spooky season! let me know if i missed any warnings! enjoy :) masterlist

Keeping quiet while running for your life isn’t as easy as the movies make it out. It’s coughing when there’s so much mucus in your throat that you can’t breathe, and the sobs you try so hard to keep inside that force their way out when you hear the footsteps behind you get closer. It’s the methodical dodging of broken sticks and rocks you’ve seen in the shows that ultimately get forgotten once you enter a stage of full panic and just run to survive, not caring that you’re leading them right to you.

But this isn’t a movie, and the thing chasing you is something you would consider much more terrifying than your usual killer with a mask and a knife.

A deep, throaty chuckle rings out much closer than is comfortable, and flashes of white hair and pale skin seem everywhere and nowhere simultaneously. It’s too dark, but you see a squirrel run up a tree in front of you, squealing in fear when you speed past, adrenaline keeping you from slowing down. Your ragged breathing is all that can be heard in the quiet forest, save for your feet crunching the layer of dead leaves so thick you can’t see the dirt.

You thought the idea was fun initially, but maybe that was just his influence over you. He has an incredible way of making dangerous, stupid things look enticing.

Your name is called from behind you, sung in a low tone, with a giggle cutting through the middle.

“You know this is futile – running, that is.”

Wiping your sweaty forehead with the back of your hand, you glance over your shoulder, the man you love and hate the most standing perfectly still a half mile back. The hem of your short sundress dances behind you, and the sight draws him closer.

“Give up, darling!” His honey, saccharine voice taunts you, echoing in your head. “You know how this ends!”

Shaking your head, you endure.

But, upon returning to face the direction you’re running, you smack head-first into a tree and fall to the ground, a yelp leaving your lips. At least, that’s what you thought you ran into.

His chest is so solid you think he was created by the earth itself, and perhaps he was — though somewhere much deeper and hotter than your usual whimsical fairytales.

“I win,” He laughs at you. Dread pulses through your veins, your depleting adrenaline already kicking back in.

“Satoru—” You start, breath catching in your throat when you see his hand swinging his glasses. Your eyes widen when you look up at him, his bright eyes and cocky smirk visible through the darkness. He is so beautiful you wonder how he’d gotten cursed with such a thing, a disease the people in town call it.

“Well, I think it’s time for my prize…” His tongue pokes the inside of his cheek, his fangs catching on his bottom lip. Your eyes flicker to them: sharp, terrifying, and oh-so attractive when he puts on those eyes in conjunction. The soft but piercing gaze that settles on you now.

“Aw, are you crying?” He tilts his head and crouches, empty hand caressing your cheek. “S’okay, baby. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Flinching away from his hand, you go to stand, only to be pushed down by his hand on your shoulder. “Did you or did you not agree to the rules?”

You stamper. “I–I know the rules, Satoru. I just think I should get a second chance. You always win.”

“Huh,” He hums, nodding in contemplation, though you know he won’t let you have one. “Not today, sweetheart. Sorry.”

You nod, eyes downcast as you sit forward. Your hand resting on his neck, you lean to peck his lips. “No need to be sorry.”

Satoru smiles into the kiss, his fangs nipping at your bottom lip. He was always engrossed once you had him, which, in this instance, allowed you to formulate a plan. It’s not a smart nor fully laid out idea, but it’s the best you could do with your little time. Not giving him a chance to retaliate, you get up and run as fast as you can.

You hear him sigh in annoyance, but Satoru remains in his spot on the ground. He calls your name, haunting and rich.

“I’ll always find you, you know,” He yells, getting up and walking in your direction. “There’s a reason why I found you in the first place.”

You don’t listen to his words, having already known, chest heaving and eyes wild as you hide behind a thick oak tree. Holding your breath and frozen in your place, you watch as Satoru stalks past you. Whether it’s on purpose or because he’s so blinded by lust, you don’t know. You just hope it’s the latter.

“Darling, please,” You can hear the desperation in his voice, though it’s plagued by desire and a little malevolence. “I’ll be good.”

Rolling your eyes at his last comment, you inch to the right slightly, peering around the tree to ensure he hadn’t done a loop. But your stomach drops when those same bright eyes are dead set on you.

“I think it’s only fair that we go inside now. I’m getting chilly.”

Your heart rate increases tenfold, and you curse your fear for making it so much easier for him to find you. With a twinge of confidence, you only get when teasing him, you round the tree and stand before him.

“You don’t get cold. You don’t have a heart, Toru. You don’t even have a heart with the ability to love! You told me yourself.”

His cackle and a slap to the knee was his only reaction to your statement.

“Oh, you are the most divine human ever, sweetheart,” Satoru laughs. “My love for you runs deeper than the mythical heart! You are my soul and my entire being, my beloved.”

You inhale sharply, palms sweating at his words. You’ve heard them a thousand times, having been attached to him for the past 3 years, but hearing those words from his lips in the dead of night in the darkest forest awakens something inside you.

Doubt flashes in your eyes, and suddenly, Satoru’s hands are all over your body, squeezing and stroking. “I’ll show you I love you in the only way I know how if you allow me to.”

You’re breathless when he kisses you, lips trailing down your neck to the one place he knows best. His tongue flattens against the column of your throat, savouring the taste of your skin, salty from the sweat and warm from running. He groans, words barely discernable as he inhales you. Your blood is the sweetest he’s ever tasted, the richest and the most intoxicating.

Satoru’s hands move down to your ass, and he lifts you effortlessly, pushing you against the oak tree. The sharpness of the bark digging into your back is nothing compared to the piercing of his fangs into your flesh. He lets out a satisfying whine, ravenous and restless.

“'Toru,” You throw your head back, your ankles locking behind his hips. The initial cry of pain dwindles to a broken moan, and you grasp at the collar of his black dress shirt. Every nerve ending inside your body alights, your blood rushing to the spot on your neck where your lover feeds.

When you tug at his hair, Satoru reluctantly slows his sucking of your red essence into his mouth. His plush lips are stained red, and his breathing is rapid when he slowly pulls his fangs out of your rubied skin like he wants to prolong his pleasure, groaning when he sees the mess. Blood drips down his chin, his teeth are stained red when he grins lazily, and you moan at the sight.

A broken laugh falls from his mouth, and his eyes dart to your slackened mouth. Satoru puts his hand on the back of your head, his fingers dancing in your hair, and pulls your face to his, locking his lips with yours. The metallic taste of your blood on your lips is suffocating yet erotic, and you can’t help but grind down on his crotch. Crimson colours your mouth and chin, and Satrou releases an animalistic growl deep in his throat.

Between sloppy kisses, your hands find the waistband of his black dress pants. His hips buck subconsciously while you pull his pants down along with his briefs, and Satoru whines before you even touch him. His pupils are wide, and if he could blush, you bet your life he would be flushed.

Satoru can't stop inhaling the scent of your blood, pheromones, and sweet arousal in your underwear. Overwhelmed and impatient, he pushes his fingers towards your entrance, shoving your underwear to the side. You gasp at the sudden intrusion and the cold air of midnight.

“Ready?” He mumbles, peering at you through his fair lashes. You nod and inhale sharply at the feeling of his tip on the back of your thigh. He runs his cock through your folds, saccharine wetness covering his length.

Pumping himself a few times, Satoru lines himself up and pushes into you. The burning sensation only lasts a moment before the pleasure of being stretched takes over.

Satoru’s jaw goes slack as your walls squeeze him, his fangs glinting in the moonlight. He’s barely holding himself back as he lifts you up and almost drops you back down onto his cock. You let out a choked moan, and your eyes roll to the back of your head, the wound on your neck tingling as it heals.

“Oh, fuck,” Satoru pants, leaning his head down to your other shoulder. As he thrusts into you, he drags his teeth along your skin, not sinking his fangs in just yet. The sound of your blood pumping rapidly beneath is like a drug he could get high off for eternity.

The sounds you make spur him, and Satoru bites down, smirking into your skin as you yelp. The poison entering you for a second time makes the sensation all the more intense, and you find yourself smiling in euphoria.

The forest is silent, the only noises being the slapping of skin on skin and wicked groans from the devil himself.

The end approaches fast, too fast, when you feel the coil in your stomach tighten.

“I’m– c–close,” Your speech is broken, but he understands. Satoru goes harder, using his inhuman strength to bounce you faster. Your legs ache, and your arms go limp on his shoulders as Satoru grunts.

“That’s my fucking girl…”

Your orgasm rips through you violently, and you clench around him, throwing your head back in pleasure. Seeing stars, your head lolls to the side, observing Satoru watch where you connect, jaw slack with a feral look in his eye.

As you pulse around him, Satoru can't keep his composure any longer. And when his hips stutter, a sign he’s close, you lean up and graze your teeth along his jaw, nipping and drawing blood when he sighs. You bite down harder on the skin of his neck when you feel a second orgasm unravel, overstimulated and sensitive.

The dull breaking of his flesh pushes him over the edge. “Oh, oh, gonna– fuck–”

When he cums, it feels like the first time; it always does when he’s inside you. Hot ribbons shoot inside you, painting you with the seed of sin. It drips down the inside of your thigh, and the taste of Satoru’s blood in your mouth mixed with yours as he kisses you is unearthly.

He pulls out of you but doesn’t drop you. When you lean back from his face, you look at each other’s necks and chins, giggling at the crimson aftermath.

“That’s so hot,” Satoru mumbles, licking the residue around your mouth and moving down to tongue at your neck. He meets your eyes again, tongue swiping across his lips. You tilt your head and admire him, lifting the hem of your dress to his face to wipe the deep red from his chin. He playfully bites at the material, smiling when you roll your eyes.

“Put me down,” You snicker, unhooking your ankles. Satoru does just that, lowering you to the forest floor but keeping his hands on your waist.

“Can you walk?” He asks. And though you’re sure he’s serious, you roll your eyes again and swat him on the bicep.

“You’re good but not that good, Toru.”

Satoru’s tongue runs over his front teeth, scoffing. “You wound me.”

You shrug and step, faltering when your thighs shake under your weight.

Noticing your pause, Satoru’s expression turns smug. “Damn, guess I am that good,” He winks, scooping you into his arms.

You use your forefinger to collect a drop of blood from the underside of his jaw and stick it into your mouth. “The best.”

Satoru's eyes zero in on your finger between your lips, and he shakes his head, swearing under his breath.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, human.”

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“How did you convince Derek to let you host a Christmas party at his loft?” you questioned, laying on Stiles’ bed as you crocheted. Stiles spun around in his desk chair and occasionally put more red string on his “murder board.”

“Because of my charm,” Stiles turned towards you, clicking a pen in one of his hands. You paused your crochet project to look at him with exasperation. “Okay, fine; I promised to leave him alone for a month and clean his car.”

“That sounds more accurate,” you chuckled, resuming your project. You let out a huff of annoyance as Stiles threw a paper ball at your head. “Why is this so important to you?”

“I thought you liked Christmas.”

“I love Christmas; I want to know what has got you in the overt Christmas spirit this year,” you asked pointedly. You started another row as Stiles let out a short breath.

“We’re all graduating, and I’m worried that we’ll never spend another holiday together again,” Stiles admitted, scooting his chair back to slap a new magnet on his board. You dropped your project, scooting to the end of the bed so you could look at Stiles. He refused to make eye contact.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you sighed, touching Stiles’ shoulder. “Even being friends with you couldn’t get me to leave this place behind.” Stiles smiled, covering his hand with your own. You knew Stiles was nervous that we would all go our separate ways and never speak again, especially with him attending the FBI academy in the fall. Even the people you knew Stiles would pretend not to miss (Liam, Isaac, etc.), as his friend, you were fully aware he would miss everyone.

“Y/N…thanks for always being my friend,” Stiles sniffled. You jumped off the bed to hug him, Stiles laughing as you almost tackled him.

“You’re my best friend, buddy boy– you can’t ditch me,” you collapsed on the ground at Stiles’ feet, a smile covering your face. “Now, what must we do to prepare for this party?”

“Well, Lydia has got most of it covered. I did manage to convince her to do one thing, though, as a gift for you,” Stiles held his hands in front of him like a movie villain, and you started to get very suspicious. You got back up on the bed, curling your legs into yourself as Stiles gave himself a drum roll. “I got Isaac to be your Secret Santa.”

“You what?” you screeched, eyes growing wide.

“Look, even though I think Isaac is the worst, I know you’ve had a crush on him for years. This is why he will be giving you a gift this year.”

“That’s not very secret.”

“I’m also setting up mistletoe all over the loft. There will be other casualties to my mistletoe plan, but I will happily sacrifice that for your happiness.”

“I…have no words,” you gulped. You liked Isaac since you first saw him, even before he became a wolf. And then he joined your pack, everyone started hanging out together, and your crush grew stronger. You jumped at the opportunity every time you got to do stakeouts or other missions with just Isaac. You didn’t believe that he liked you back, though. You were human, a lot quieter than the other pack members, and also prone to word vomit when feelings of awkwardness arose.

“This way, you’ll have something he got specifically for you.”

“Unless he gives me a gag gift because he doesn’t care.”

“If he does that, then he’s not worth your time. I’m saying that as your friend with the knowledge that you are a great person,” Stiles grins. He turns back to his laptop, feet propped up on the corner of the table and fidget spinner in his other hand. You had a slight smile as you returned to your project, and that smile didn’t leave your face as you spent the rest of the night with Stiles.

The party happened a week later. You, Kira, and Mason had spent time getting a bunch of decorations to make it look more festive and then left Lydia to boss Parrish around on where to put things up. Lydia had a vision; none of you dared ruin it. It gave you time to go home and get ready anyway. You dressed in a simple burgundy sweater with jeans and boots but bothered putting on more makeup than usual. You even clipped your hair back with some star clips you found in the back of your drawer. When you returned to the loft, your jaw almost dropped with how pretty it looked. Twinkly lights and tinsel covered the available surface area, and a tree was in the back with presents already stacked. There was a table with all the amuse bouches one could wish for, and the scent of cranberries and oranges filled the room.

“Happy holidays, Y/N,” Peter said from right next to you, giving you a minor heart attack.

“Someone invited you?” you exclaimed, earning an eye roll from Peter.

“I’ve been tasked with taking coats,” he sighed, already bored. You handed him your jacket and quickly left, not interested in being another meal. Malia was by the dining table eating all the different meats and cheeses.

“Merry Christmas, Malia,” you said, grabbing an olive and popping it in your mouth.

“Who knew food could be so fancy?” Malia mumbled, not taking a breather before eating more. She looked like a kid at a candy store, and it made you laugh.

“Food is still food, just prepared differently,” you responded. You watched in slight admiration as she chugged a glass of champagne before eating half a block of cheese. You wished for her metabolism so you could eat so openly.

“I like the pigs in a blanket the best,” a voice said behind you. You turned around and felt your heart catch as you saw Isaac, a slight grin on his face. He was dressed in a blue henley, and the lights reflected brilliantly off his eyes. “Although, I’m more a fan of the blanket.” He proceeded to suck off the bread part of the pig in a blanket, leaving you with a confused expression.

“Did you seriously just suck the bread off?”

“I said I was more a fan of the blanket,” Isaac answered, finishing the rest of his snack with an expression that read duh. Before you could react to whatever that was, you were handed a holiday cracker by Lydia, who was running around and gifting them out. These were wrapped in a green and gold floral print and tied with red ribbon. You held your cracker to Isaac, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. He took the other end of the cracker, and you both pulled, the contents exploding from inside. You happily picked up your kazoo and paper crown before helping Isaac open his Christmas cracker. You traded your kazoo for his deck of cards before putting your crowns on.

“Let me help,” Isaac said, positioning the paper crown on your head at the perfect angle. His fingers brushed down your hair as he stepped back, and you felt a blush coat your cheeks before you could stop it. “Look, now you’re a king.”

“Not a queen? Or a princess?” you asked cheekily.

“Pretty sure you could be whomever you want,” Isaac replied, hands in his pockets as he looked down awkwardly. For a boy who wasn’t always the best with words and frequently struggled to pick up social cues, he somehow managed to find a way to flatter you. Before you could respond, Stiles clinked his glass to alert everyone to Secret Santa starting. You found a spot on one of the couches, curling up into the corner. Malia sat beside you, offering you a candy cane she stole from somewhere.

“Thank you guys for bothering to show up today,” Stiles started, fingers anxiously tapping the side of his glass. “I’m happy to be included in this group of people, and…I don’t intend to lose you guys even when we graduate.”

It was one of the more severe things Stiles had ever said, and you could tell that it took a lot of willpower not to break into a joke. Everyone clapped and yelled kind things, though, and you knew it relieved some pressure from Stiles’ chest.

“Alright, let's start this party as we trash Derek’s loft!” Stiles clapped as Derek glared from the back. “Chill out, big guy; I was kidding.”

You had to give your friends credit; they put together some perfect gifts this year. You were excited as you had Kira the crochet fingerless gloves you had made in pink and black yarn.

“It has a mitten cover that you can button back,” you explained as Kira excitedly put them on and cooed over how soft the fabric was. Liam did try to steal them at one point before you promised to make him a pair.

You were shoving a cookie in your mouth when Lydia announced that it was your turn to receive your gift. Avoiding Isaac’s gaze, you watched as Lydia brought over a small box wrapped in brown paper with a silky ribbon. You anxiously untied it, carefully peeling the paper away. You were greeted with an emerald green velvet case that you opened with a small gasp. Inside was a simple silver chain with three different charms on it. One of the charms was the Celtic ruin for protection, another a car with a Christmas tree on top, and finally a coffee pot.

“I think I remembered that your family uses that sign for protection all over your home,” Isaac mumbled, a flush coating his cheeks as you finally looked up at him. “And the car is for when we were sent to get the Christmas tree, and you argued with the seller for trying to overcharge us. And the coffee pot is because of how you complain about needing coffee every time we hang out.”

You could feel your eyes tearing up as you looked at the thoughtful gift. Not only was it perfect, but Isaac gave it to you and put a lot of thought into it. You sat up, enveloping him in a hug that caught him off guard. Your face was buried in his shoulder as you inhaled the sweet vanilla scent that seemed to follow him. He tentatively hugged you back, bringing you in even closer.

“Isaac,” you sniffled, pulling away. “It’s perfect, thank you.”

The smile that covered his face was infectious, and you knew that if you sat there any longer, you would combust into giggles and likely start screaming (something Stiles has witnessed you do whenever Isaac would do something personal and pleasant for you). You excused yourself, exiting to the kitchen to get some water. As you poured yourself a glass, you also went to the hot cocoa bar and stole a snowflake marshmallow to nibble on.

“Are you okay?” you hear Isaac ask in the doorway. You turn to face him, softening at the look of concern coating his features.

“I’m fine,” you reassure. “It was just a perfect gift; I didn’t want to get too emotional.”

“I’m glad you liked it,” Isaac whispered, looking down at an invisible spot on the floor. “I wanted to get you something that showed I cared.”

“I know you care,” you smiled, leaning against the counter.

“I mean, like how I care about you,” Isaac breathed, slightly shaky. You furrowed your brows as your brain struggled to catch up. Isaac looked at you, waiting for realization to set in. When it finally did, your eyes widened to the size of saucers, and if the counter didn’t support you, you would’ve passed out. Instead of saying something, you glanced at the kitchen doorway's opening where Isaac was standing.

“Mistletoe,” you whispered.

“Huh?” Isaac looked confused, glancing around before finally glancing up. Conjuring courage you didn’t always have, you stepped right up to him and pulled him down for a kiss right under the mistletoe. He made a noise of surprise before finally placing his hands on your waist and kissing you back.

“Happy holidays, Isaac,” you smiled, pulling away and looking up at him from under your lashes. His hand cradled your cheek before kissing you again, this time with the confidence of a boy who found his footing. You melted into his embrace, arms wrapping behind his neck and burying in his hair. One of his hands held the small of your back while he preserved your jaw, deepening the kiss. You let out a happy sigh as you let Isaac kiss the living daylights out of you as you thought to yourself:

This is the best Secret Santa ever.

#ficmas 2023 #12 days of ficmas #christmas #holidays #isaac lahey #isaac lahey x reader #isaac lahey imagine #daniel sharman #teen wolf #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf holiday #my writing

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juyeonszn · 8 months

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LIKE THAT

PAIRING lee sangyeon x f!reader

WORD COUNT 1.40k

GENRES fluff ﹒smut

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, being obsessed with sangyeon’s nose, in my head i was thinking about that interview where doja cat says she likes big noses bc u can sit on them, oral (f! receiving), face riding, cum eating 👀

SUMMARY what waxing poetry about your boyfriend’s nose in your head instead of paying attention to the tv rewards you with.

MORE HAHAHAHAAH happy day 1 of fawntober!! today is the start of my most insane idea yet tbh. this one is a little short but dw some will be longer!! shout out to my bestie baes for beta’ing and also reese for proofreading <3 and another shout out to doja cat for providing me inspiration once again!! pls reblog if u liked this 🫨

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble

Look away, Y/N.

All you needed to do was look away and you could save yourself the embarrassment that you were sure was to come. But no, you didn’t care about your mental well-being all that much, so you do the opposite of that. In fact, you stare just a little harder, your magazine falling into your lap as your grip on it loosens.

Sangyeon wasn’t even doing anything. He was merely watching whatever movie was on the TV, paying you no mind as you practically eye-fucked the side of his head. God, you couldn’t help yourself, what with how attractive his side profile was. Especially that nose.

His fucking nose.

You could write poetry about the facial feature, drawling on and on with as many metaphors as the English lexicon could provide you. And despite being together nearly two years at this point, you still felt a bit shy when it came to intimacy. The thought of admitting your attraction to his nose was humiliating.

Yet, you couldn’t stop fucking staring.

“I can feel you burning holes into the side of my face, baby. What’s up?”

You blink, like a prey cornered by its predator. Now that you’d been caught red-handed, you didn’t know what to do. Your cheeks warm up, and so does the rest of your body when he slides a hand up your thigh, thumb rubbing a comforting circle into your plush skin. Here he was, being your sweet, doting boyfriend, and you were thinking about sitting on his face like a goddamn horndog.

“N-Nothing!” Nice going, Y/N. If he wasn’t that skeptical of you before, he certainly was now.

“You know I can see right through you,” he raises an eyebrow, finally turning his head to look at you and your comically wide eyes. “So tell me what’s bothering you.”

You shake your head. “I mean it! Nothing’s bothering me, I just…”

“‘You just’…?” He coaxes, scooting closer to you.

“I’m just feeling a little… hot… is all.” You settle on, dodging the bullet entirely. At least, you thought you did. But again, Sangyeon can read you like an open book. He wasn’t dropping it that easily.

“Yeah?” His fingers trail higher, slipping under the hem of your (his) t-shirt. He licks his lips upon the realization that you have no pants underneath the oversized top. “Why is that? You’re hardly wearing anything, baby.”

You shiver when his fingertips run along the waistband of your underwear, the blunt edges of his nails leaving goosebumps in their wake. Why did he have to be so attentive? By all means, it wasn’t a bad thing, but right now you were wishing he kept his focus on that stupid movie. “Sangyeon…”

He grins, a smile reserved specifically for times like these. Your legs rub together instinctively, also catching his eye in the process. You swallow thickly as he continues teasing you, touching you everywhere and nowhere all at once. It’s driving you insane, even more insane than you were just ogling at his nose.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” He makes no effort to move, glued to his spot on the center couch cushion. “What do you need?”

You bite your cheek. If only you could just move your lips and say the words. If only you could just tell him what you wanted without feeling so shameful about it. Maybe it was a bit of an odd request, but there really wasn’t much wrong with wanting your boyfriend to go down on you. Well, technically speaking, he’d be the one under you, so did that classify as going down on you? Going up on you?

Whatever it was, you weren’t getting it, because you were too chicken to ask.

Sangyeon dips his fingers into the band of your panties, dangerously close to where you want him most. That alone has you springing into action, completely disregarding your dignity and pride. You buck up your hips into his hand, forcing out a chuckle from the back of his throat.

“I need you to use your words, baby.” He tsks, using the heel of his palm to keep your hips pinned to the sofa beneath you. You whine, throwing an arm over your eyes.

“I want… to ride your face…” You half-whisper the last part under your breath, not sure if Sangyeon even heard you. He pries your arm away from your face, smushing your cheeks between his thumb and index.

“You what?”

You pout at him, because there’s a high possibility he’s having you repeat yourself for self-satisfaction. Then again, he did sometimes have trouble hearing. This truly was a hit-or-miss moment for you. “I want to ride your face, Sangyeon.”

He all but groans at that, pulling you into his lap and connecting your lips messily. You reciprocate immediately, a bit confused by his quickness. However, now you’re wishing you would’ve spoken up sooner had you known he’d react this way. You’d just been torturing yourself for far too long for absolutely no reason.

“Fuck baby, that’s so sexy,” he murmurs against your mouth. “You’re gonna look so pretty on top of me.”

You moan into the kiss, hands wandering up to his hair and tangling in the soft strands. With his encouragement, you felt so much better about fulfilling your biggest fantasy. Getting to experience this with Sangyeon was quite literally a dream come true, and you think you can die a happy woman after today.

He helps you pull your shirt over your head, moving to sit on the floor, his head laid back on the couch awaiting you. You nip at the inside of your lip, nervously placing each of your thighs on either side of him. Your hands find purchase on the backrest, your eyes squeezing shut when you feel him pull your panties down your legs, blowing cool air onto your warm and wet cunt. Another shiver skips down your spine, and you find yourself glancing down at where you hover over him.

His large hands wrap around your thighs to keep you in place, pressing an experimental kiss to your lower lips. The small whimper you give him is enough to kick him into high gear, attaching his mouth to your sensitive clit as if it depended on it.

The warmth of his tongue gliding between your folds has your back arching, sounds you’ve never made before filling both of your ears and bouncing off the walls of your shared living room. Sangyeon releases one of your thighs in favor of thrusting his ring and middle fingers into your pussy, sucking your clit simultaneously.

If you felt crazy earlier, that was nothing compared to how you feel now. It feels *so* good, the wet heat of his mouth on you, as if he was damn near making out with you. His nose nudges against your clit every now and then, further increasing the tightness of the knot in your stomach, clouding your head like a stormy day overpowering the sun.

You risk a second downward glance at Sangyeon between your legs, to find him already looking at you. His deep, dark brown eyes are full of lust as he mouth fucks your cunt, rocking your hips against his own face. You bite your arm to keep from actually screaming, the pleasure so immense you feel like you’re about to explode.

“Fuck, Sangyeon, I’m s-so close,” you mewl, nails digging into the cushions.

The sight of him so willing and so eager to please you, to bring you to the edge with his sinful mouth because that’s what his darling girlfriend wants, has stars forming behind your vision. And with one particular bump of the bridge of his nose on your clit, you let go, cumming all over his lips and tongue with a cry so voluminous, you’ll need to apologize to your neighbors.

Your breathing is heavy as Sangyeon helps you calm down, pecking your thighs and slowly pumping his fingers until your walls have ceased their spasming. He pulls them out gently, sucking them clean without hesitation. You whimper at the view in front of you, reaching out to bring him closer and kiss him once more, this time a little less hungry.

“I know you’re still really sensitive, but do you think you could keep going?” He asks between kisses. “I don’t think I’m finished with you just yet.”

#the boyz #the boyz x reader #the boyz smut #tbz #tbz x reader #tbz smut #the boyz sangyeon #tbz sangyeon #lee sangyeon x reader #lee sangyeon smut #sangyeon x reader #sangyeon smut #juyeonszn #fawntober.2023🎃

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kaythefloppa · 2 months

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Wild Kratts - Our Blue and Green World: Part 1: Review [Spoilers]

Welp, here it is, the Wild Kratts TV movie (not to be confused with the feature film they've been teasing us with since 2021). There's been a lot of hype around this special and season, especially with how much the latter was being hyped up during the hiatus. Let's see if the blue and green bros were able to deliver: Spoilers under the cut

Well, this is certainly an attention grabber!

This entire live action intro is shot and edited like an animated Wild Kratts episode, it's glorious.

Woah, intro change!

They said the thing! They said the thing!

HELP THIS IS SO RELATABLE. Also, THE BOYS ARE FIGHTING

Lmao I don't think they do it very often, but using animals/nature in their insults is very creative.

Also, whooping crane episode when?

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This entire song is mercifully short. Like most character sung songs in Wild Kratts, it's not good, but this at least is clever in its lyrics and its visuals. It feels like a Disney reference at best and I am content with that. I also ADORED seeing the Draco and Walrus Suit return again. It's arguably the best musical number in the series. No, that is not saying a lot.

MARTIN WHY ARE YOU THE ONE WHO'S MIFFED YOU NEARLY MUFASA'D YOUR LITTLE BROTHER

CHRIS WHY ARE YOU MILDLY INCONVENIENCED YOU GOT ACRAPHOBIA FALLING FROM THAT HEIGHT

When I first saw the clip, I thought that they were going somewhere with this, like they'd activate Peacock Powers at the end when they recognized the compatibility and blue and green. But nope. Wasted potential is an understatement.

Also, where the fuck are they right now? In a previous shot there was Target the Chameleon, implying that they've been to Madagascar, but that is an Indian peafowl, and as far as I'm concerned, they don't live in Madagascar. Were they just having an off-day? These animals have little to nothing to do with the plot when they really shouldn't have, so I don't see why they couldn't have just shown a projector image or something.

Remember when I joked about the Wild Pony Power Suit returning in S7.... fuck you Apollo.

Man, they are eating it up with the animation here. It's hard to tell with screengrabs but man, is it fluid.

The first half of this episode is mixed. While it feels like the brothers are incredibly stubborn, it also does make sense for them to be this fixated on their favorites. So I can totally buy this. It could've been insufferable to watch, but it wasn't.

As if YOU haven't spied on them since the first time your dorito-headed ass showed up on screen

Did you find that funny? Because not only do they do a similar joke like that later on, but they follow through on that joke in the most unexpected way you will shit your pants when you first ingest it.

Oh my god if they make a Creature Power Suit off of that bird, I will take back any diss I've made, that is so beautiful.

Good to know that Aviva put the button near the chest and not near the back.

Maybe it's just me but this is kinda pushing it. Chris is literally getting his organs crushed, I think that should matter more than A) being right or B) trying to get 2 people to stop fighting.

I'm loving the callback and what this leads up to but ew, all this does is remind me about how ugly bright the color pallatte in S6. Really glad they fixed it in S7.

HELL FUCKING YES

This episode finds really unique ways of showing how the two different biomes are interconnected. It's like Rainforest Stew's (very brilliantly handled) message only to a larger degree. Kids can learn a lot from this.

I fucking love this episode, man.

Honestly, the way they write Paisley in the first half of the episode is very in-line with her character. Most shows that do what this episode does has them be out-of-character as a set-up, but here, she's just roasting the fuck out of Zach. Once again, recontextualized entirely in the climax.

HOW THE FUCK DID HE GET TO MADAGASCAR FROM THE GODDAMN AMAZON IN ONE AFTERNOON THAT IS LIKE MORE THAN 1,000 MILES AWAY?? ARE ANACONDAS THAT FAST?????

Also, INDRIS!!!!! :D

I was frankly expecting this to horribly backfire but spoilers, it doesn't. This actually winds up working. Common Aviva W.

To be continued.... will the blue and green rivalry end? Will one prove superior over another? And will they be able to stop Zach and Paisley and save the planet earth? And will this change the adventures of the Wild Kratts team forever? Stay tuned for part 2!

Pros:

The live action segments.

The animation of the earth's model.

The musical number not being ass.

Paisely's catty behavior.

The Anaconda Suit.

The inventive ways they show how the stability of the Earth is complex. There are a lot of ways it functions and thus a lot of ways it needs to survive

The comedy.

Cons:

The villains do not do anything until the second half of this episode. In fact, they're left completely in the backdrop. I expected them to make their prescence known and for Aviva to invent the discs to get them together for the SAKE of fighting the villains. But no. It makes the stakes feel hollow, which is the opposite of what they should be gunning for in an hour long special that they hype the shit out of.

CONCLUSION:

It was an "okay" set-up. It did live up to some of the hype it had, but not all of it. Honestly if it wasn't for the second half of this episode, this movie would be mediocre or slightly above average, but no. They do pick themselves off the ground and... they do jump the shark. But we'll get to that next time

#spoilers #season 7 spoilers #wild kratts #wild kratts season 7 #paisley paver #zach varmitech #kratt brothers #2d kratt brothers #2d martin kratt #2d chris kratt #I lost sleep over this episode istg #Youtube

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odetodilfs · 9 months

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I know that I shouldn't... but I love you.

A/N: woohoo, this fic was cut in half by a massive writer's block, but alas, here it is, I hope y'all enjoy this one, it's definitely stepping up my game other than just shameless smut or a short fic.

Pairing: Javier Peña x top!m!reader

CWs: Reader speaks spanish (translations in fic), mentions of vomit (not sexual), smoking, period typical homophobia, conflicted Javier, cumming inside, praising, sub!Javier.

Word count: 3.3k

Please reblog if you enjoyed!

Javier Peña, the manwhore who could fuck a woman almost every night and with ease. He had a reputation for that, but there was a reason on why he did it so often and more often than not ended up getting ever so slightly depressed the morning after realizing that what he and the women he had slept with that night didn’t even know each other, there was no love, there was no nothing, just a shallow fuck. The reason he had one night stands so often was to distract himself from all his troubles: drug lords and another issue, much more personal…

His love for another man.

The truth is, even the manwhore craved love, just not a love society would be supportive of. It all started one day at a bar where he just wanted to get some alcohol into his system to alleviate the stress of the day until he saw a person that caught his eye. Only this time, it was you, a bartender who seemed to be coming at him. The first line between you and Javier ever said was from him: “Hello sir, what do you want to order?” He ordered Vodka that day, he remembered it vividly as you two engaged in a conversation which would lead to a pretty strong friendship and Javier frequenting the bar.

Javier had frequented the bar ever since, looking to spend more time with you as well as drinks. There was an undeniable chemistry between you two since the start, one that Javier was fearful would turn into feelings of love. You talked about teleseries, movies, politics, the situation with Escobar, you both had similar opinions on many matters, so conversations between you flowed nicely. He also talked about last night’s hookup, what he did with the woman that was lucky enough to be approached by him… but with time, you started to feel jealous of these women. Javier was a very attractive man indeed, the mustache and flirty attitude certainly drew anyone close to him. But again, you two had a good friendship, one that neither of you wanted to ruin.

With each night that Javier spent with you, he started to fall for you, and he knew this wasn’t right, well, he thought it wasn’t right. You were a man, so was he, you were supposed to be into women and so was he. He started to have even more hookups than before, now that he was aware of his feelings for you, maybe fucking enough women will make his feelings for you go away but… no.. they only grew stronger.

Then, one night when the bar was quiet and it was just a few people, Javier and you were chatting until he was hit with the most devastating news ever, “Well, I have to go now, I got myself a date” you winked at him as you left, leaving Javier stunned.. he felt like he wanted to vomit, he felt dizzy and felt the urgency to throw up. He almost ran towards the toilet as he vomited into the bowl as soon as he got there. Now his throat was burning and it hurt like fuck, but that wasn’t the pain he was finding unbearable… it was the burning in his heart, you were on a date with someone else..? The thought made Javier feel like throwing up again. This thought was hellish, he knew it wasn’t right, you two wouldn’t ever be something…

Javier couldn’t hold it back anymore, it had been months of falling in love with you and to hear you were going on a date with someone else felt like a shot to the heart. He didn’t hook up with anyone that night, instead, he spent an hour crying on the bathroom floor, for the wrongness of his love, for the fact that he’d never have it, for how beautiful your face looked when you smiled and how he wanted to make you smile every day, but then again, he would never ever be able to. All these thoughts combined with the strong acidic taste from the vomit in Javier’s mouth were making him feel too weak to stand up, so he had to take some not very pleasurable deep breaths, filled with the pungent smell of a public bathroom and he was finally able to unsteadily stand up.

He walked home with tears in his eyes that night as he had another crying session in his bed, the smell of last night’s hookup still faintly in the sheets, which altogether made him cry even more, “Mierda, mi vida es un jodido desastre” [Shit, my life is a fucking mess] he whispered to himself, as he tried to get to sleep.. he looked at one of his pillows, the discarded one next to him “I can feed into my delusions for once… this is a dark night” he said to himself, grabbing this pillow and cuddling it, thinking it was you as he sobbed into it, finally falling asleep.

This was a cycle that repeated itself for months on end, until Javier stopped telling you and about hookups, becoming distant and your conversations growing shallower. You realized this and decided to confront him about it, that he could come to you for help. “Javier, ¿qué te pasa? You’ve been so shallow lately, and so dull” [what's wrong?] you said as you faced him, he was staring at nothing as he had been doing that a lot lately, “No me pasa nada, it’s just work” [Nothing] he lied, but you could see right through him “Come on, sé que no es verdad, ahora dime” [I know that's not true, now tell me] you got more serious now, “You’ll hate me for it, I’d rather not” he replied, “Javier, eres mi amigo, what could possibly make me hate you?” [Javier, you’re my friend…] the space between you filled with an uncomfortable silence, you decided you weren’t getting anything from him, so you tried to lighten the mood. “Anyway… I uh… it didn’t work out with my last partner… it’s kind of sad, but hey, it was fun while it lasted,” Javier still kept quiet, “Anyway… I have to go and serve some customers.. sorry for the inconvenience” you went to serve the people on the other side with the bar with a lump in your throat.

Javier’s brain echoed your words over and over “it didn’t work out with my last partner”, Javier thought to himself.. he had to take a shot with you, the way he yearned you was starting to seep into his work life.. he needed to put an end to it, even if that meant rejection. He stood up as he left the bar and went to his house, conscious that he needed a full night of sleep, so no fucking around once again, the truth is.. he didn’t enjoy fucking a woman he met minutes ago anymore, sure, he could fuck her good and then she’d leave.. but what he really wanted was to please you, forever, he wanted to distract himself from you but he just couldn’t. Another reason he also needed a full night of sleep was to prepare himself for tomorrow… where he would call you and invite you to his house, it was better to confess in private and in person, just to not be publicly ridiculed for his love for another man, in case you didn’t even accept him.

He woke up the next day, looking at the telephone with a feeling of fear… “Solo es una invitación, no es nada… raro” [It’s just an invitation, it’s nothing… weird] he said to himself, which was true, there was nothing weird about inviting your friend to his house, it was a common practice in South America. After getting some coffee into his system, he sighed and picked up the telephone and dialed your number, your voice was heard a few seconds later, “Hello? Who is this?” you asked, “Hey, it’s me, Javier” “Ahh, hey there, what’s going on?” Javier thought about what to say.. he decided apologizing for being a dick yesterday was probably a good move, “I wanted to apologize.. about yesterday.. for being such a dick” he swallowed hard, as for you… you’d decided to forgive him, maybe it really was work, “It’s fine, I was just being too insistent too..” you accepted, the silence remained on both sides, “Can you- do you wanna come to my house? Whenever you wish” Javier asked, you were shocked at the proposal but accepted, “Sure… is tonight good?” you asked, you had a free night shift today, “Perfect actually, see you here then at 9pm?” “Yup, have a good day, Javier” you wished before you hung up.

The day went at a snail’s pace for Javier at work, constantly tapping his shoe, watching the time, even Steve picked up on it, “What’s going on?” he asked as Javier constantly got distracted looking at the clock, “Nothing, just supposed to get some calls from my family that I haven’t got yet” Javier lied,

“Ah okay” he replied absentmindedly as he went back to his papers. The day went significantly slower for you, but definitely not as much as it did for Javier.

At about 20:30 you knocked on Javier’s door, hoping it was the right apartment, the door opened and it was Javier… and he looked absolutely majestic, if that was even possible, the truth was your dates and short lasting relationships never worked out because well… the man you loved was right in front of you, you convinced yourself Javier wasn’t into you so you kept trying to forget him…

“Hey” Javier said, clearly wanting to do more than just an unserious conversation,

“How are you?” you asked, trying to make the situation more comfortable,

“Not bad, you?” “Good too,” you replied as Javier invited you to sit down, he swallowed, “I need to talk to you about something… please for the love of god don’t tell anyone..” Javier looked at you with a desperation rarely ever seen from him. You knew it was serious then. “I won’t, tell me”

“You know that lately I’ve been… weird, distant, lost some of my old habits with you” he started, talking about no longer speaking about his conquests with women with you, no longer being so physical with you… “Yeah, I’ve noticed” “Yesterday.. yesterday you just touched a nerve, it’s… listen.. I might hook up pretty often but I don’t enjoy it anymore.. I really fucking don’t” he continued, “So.. you’re a sex addict?” you asked, really not knowing why he chose to tell you out of everyone he knew, “Carajo…” Javier whispered to himself “I think I’m in love” he said at long last, your eyes jumped, lucky person whoever that was, “¿En serio Javier, eso era todo?” [Seriously Javier? That was all?] you asked with an amused look,

“No” he responded, getting you even more curious “it’s someone I shouldn’t be in love with, someone who’s already taken.. well until recently, but.. that’s not why I shouldn’t be in love with them anyway” he confessed, you were confused, “What do you mean?” you asked the man, Javier sighed,

“I’m…” he started, looking around getting all red in the face, “Eres tú” [it’s you] he said, the room went quiet.

After a few seconds of you being astonished he just got up roughly and said “I knew this was a terrible idea”, you simply were quiet because you were amused at your feelings being returned, “Wait! Javier!” you screamed as you ran to catch up to him, grabbing his sides, “Yo también… I’m in love with you as well.. and I know I shouldn’t be but… but who says we shouldn’t be?” Javier was struggling to take in everything you just said.

“I’m a DEA agent, I’d be imprisoned and you could be killed, and I’d hate to live in a world without you” you looked at him, moved by what he just said. “No one has to know, Javier, we can keep it a secret, we can be friends to the world and lovers to ourselves” you tried to convince him, you seriously loved this man and you weren’t letting him go, not again, not without fighting for him. He thought about this for a second, “I guess I already live a risky life, what’s so bad about some more?” the agent asked with a smile as your lips finally met after months of tension, he tasted very faintly of tobacco, as well as alcohol, but you didn’t mind, you fell in love with the taste in fact.

Your kissing got rougher and more desperate “¿Quieres hacer algo más, Javier?” [Wanna do something more, Javier?], you looked into his dark brown eyes, “Si.. por favor..” he whispered, letting a more submissive side of him show, you were getting ready to get on your back and spread your legs for Javier, assuming he’d want to top on his first time with another man, when suddenly you felt him fall onto the bed on his back, wrapping his legs around you, “Javier.. you wanna be the bottom?” “I’ve dreamt so many nights about you inside me..” he confessed, looking at you with lust filled eyes. “Then let’s make your dreams come true” you whispered to him as you looked for lube in his nightstand, fidgeting with his things until you found it, you put it next to you as you removed your clothes, Javier hungrily removing yours too, he was about to start kissing you all over, but you stopped him, “No, lo haré yo” [No, I’ll do it] you assured him as your lips danced around his torso, worshiping every inch of the beautiful man that returned his feelings of love for you.

You kissed around his nipples, his biceps, his shoulder blades, sucking a hickey or two onto his naked body, it was definitely uncommon for Javier to be this vulnerable. The man moaned and breathed heavily as the kisses on his abdomen didn’t cease. You slowly kissed all the way down to his now rock hard dick, leaking with pre-cum, “Por favor.. do something.. anything” he whined, desperate. You kissed the head of his dick which had him wincing and hissing in pleasure. You then took the leaking tip of his cock into your mouth, Javier let out a desperate moan, he tasted good, salty with a tinge of sweetness and ever so slightly bitter. “You taste so good, Javier..” you mumbled against his tip, kissing it again, “G-gracias-” he managed to sob out, he’d never had his body worshiped like this. You even licked and sucked on his balls, making him go drunk with pleasure.

You licked down his taint and put your tongue against his hole, he tasted good, mostly a faint sweet, he’s probably showered not long ago. You immediately heard him moan loudly as your tongue licked the bundle of nerves in his ass. You started to get more into it, licking the man out, hearing how his moans and grunts slowly but surely started to turn into whimpers. You put your hand on his cock and started to stroke it slowly, making him moan lowly and whimper as you gave the man of being on the receiving end of rimming for the first time. He had done it to a few women who were into it before, but now he understood why they were into it, it felt heavenly, he wouldn’t mind you doing this for the rest of his life..

You stopped after a few minutes and you grabbed the lube and put some on your fingers, Javier was tingling all over with anticipation and fear.. “Javier, do you want to?” you asked him one last time, you could stick to just eating him out and sucking him, “Yes, I do” he answered, you slowly started pushing your index into him, he grabbed the sheets at the intense feeling, your middle finger started to follow, “Ahhh!!” Javier moaned, but you weren’t sure what it was for, was he in pain? You pulled your fingers out, “Javier, are you sure you want this?” you asked, concerned for him, “Yes, I do.. let’s try again” he pleaded, “Alright” you said, putting your finger back into his tight hole, letting him get used to one finger a little longer, you held his right hand with your left one, which was free.

He moaned a little when you put in your second finger, you started to search around for his prostate to start giving him some real pleasure. You knew you had found his spot when he let out a wail of pleasure, “Fuck- more- more” he begged, now needy of that same pleasure. You started fingering him, hitting his prostate with each thrust, feeling his tight hole around your fingers, “Y/n..” Javier breathed out as you slowly started slipping a third finger inside him. You did this for a few minutes as well, pumping them in and out of him.

You pulled your fingers out of his hole slowly as you started to lube up your dick.. until you realized- no condoms, “Shit.. there’s no condoms.. you negative?” you asked Javier, knowing he’d not lie about things like these, “Yes, you?” he asked, “Same here” you smiled at each other, knowing you could proceed. You lined your dick to his hole as you slowly started to sink into him, “Fuck.. yes.. yes..” Javier moaned as he felt you slowly going deeper and deeper. His walls had a vice grip on you as he let out whimper after whimper when you slid inside him slowly. Once you managed to get balls deep, he sobbed in pleasure, digging his fingers into your back.

“Shit..” Javier moaned as you started to thrust into his hole, making him sob in pleasure too… “Javier..” you moaned his name as his soft walls clenched on you, making it feel like heaven. “Is that okay? Can I go harder?” you asked, still mindful that it was his first time, “Por favor…” he begged again as your thrusts sped up, he was in absolute heaven. His nails digged into your back and it hurt, but in a good way. Javier’s tight hole kept clenching around you, clearly you both weren’t gonna last much longer. His eyes were looking directly at yours, he looked so fragile like this, his eyes looking into yours, nails that would leave red scars on your back next morning, this was all so perfect. Each thrust felt magical and made Javier feel like he was on top of the world. “Sí.. justo así..” [Yes, just like that…] you whispered to him, going to his neck and attacking it, leaving a red mark on his collarbone, “Te amo..” [I love you] you whispered to him and those 3 words made him lose it.. you loved him.. “I- I do t-too..” Javier whimpered as he came all over his and your stomach. His already tight hole tightened even more as you were pushed over the edge and spilled your cum deep inside him, you both held each other, overridden by pleasure.

You pulled out and took his face into your hand as you kissed him softly, he moaned at the feeling of emptiness from not having your dick inside him any more, “God, you’re beautiful” you said while you went to kiss his chin, which caused him to moan loudly, “We should go shower…” you chuckled at him, but he shook his head

“No.. tomorrow let’s just wake up early.. I’m too tired” you smiled and roped him into a cuddle, “Okay, fine” you agreed as you played with his hair till he fell asleep on your chest.

You weren’t sure how you and Javier could live as lovers in a world that would hate you for it, but you were hard pressed to try, he was the right one for you.

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fxshigurosbae · 2 years

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THE FORBIDDEN MAN . . .

daddy can’t seem to not care for you.

⋆.ೃ࿔* toji fushiguro (40) x f!reader (19)

✶ mature content (minors do not interact) — pseudo!incest, corruption, daddy kink, dilf, age gap, pet names, praise, begging, manhandling, forbidden love, fingering, cheating, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, innocence play, dacryphilia, sound restraint, dumbification, size kink, creampie, squirting, discipline kink, mentions of masturbation, jealousy, unprotected sex, dirty talk, barebacking.

NOTE. these jjk writers made me realize i have a kink for step-dad toji fushiguro. is it weird? yes. do i care? no.

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yes, it is true he became part of your family for almost a year now. yes, you tried to make it seem like a normal relationship, but you knew it wasn’t. after all, how could anything related to toji fushiguro ever be considered ordinary or unremarkable? impossible. the gazes, the stares, the caressing on the top of your head ever so gently, night kisses on the cheek, holding hands in public when just the both of you, laying on his chest while in the couch when alone, his remarks on the falling strap of your tank top and the exaggerated ‘parental’ jealousy. those were no things a man who considered himself your daddy — in a literal way — would do.

toji had married your mother, who was around two years younger than him and still was quite a beauty, while you were several years younger, obviously — but you were just the more innocent, fresher, untrained version of her. you were only nineteen, in college already and doing so well in studying that daddy praised you every time he noticed you doing so. your mother worked a busy job, she wasn’t around very much. it assured and removed any of her worries with knowing the both of you got along so well, how preoccupied and caring her husband became towards her only daughter in such a short amount of time — little did she know he was way more affectionate than she truly thought, even you didn’t notice the intensity and meaning of his acts, of his true intentions, he was a man after all. if he had only met you before putting a ring on his current wife, it’d all be different. all of the regret that hits him whenever he’s at work smoking a cigarette, when laid in bed late at night and when he’s in the shower… if he only had met you before, you’d be his instead, but you didn’t know that precisely.

in the middle of the mother’s busy schedule, the sun had already set and still at work — and probably will be for the next few hours. you had time for yourselves to enjoy what you called a daddy and daughter night. wether it was to watch a movie, bake a batch of cookies, have him tutor you in a difficult matter from your class, hear you talk about college and the parties, and the boys — one topic he hated, one topic he got mad at you for no reason, so after that one day you decided to avoid it — or even cuddling, like he said that was a father-daughter thing — you believed it, since you did not know a father figure until him. this night, there was no plan yet.

“wanna watch a movie?” a suggestion arose from you, standing in front of the man, blocking his view of the tv that was turned on a random channel. his eyes flicked towards your own, with a sly smirk on his lips — where there had the scar you loved the most.

“sure, angel. whatever ya want.” toji always, without almost no exception, fulfilled every one of your wishes and desires. cheerfully and innocently, you grabbed the remote, putting down the glass of juice on the small table in front of the couch. moving yourself to sit next to him, more specifically quite exactly beside him — with your legs laying on top of his toned thighs, and his hand holding onto one of yours — as the man also kept an arm around your shoulders, assuring the difference of your sizes.

the movie was too dull for his tastes, only watching so to please you. what you did not know was how hard it was for him at that moment, you were unaware of how your legs brushed against his crotch, your exposed thighs covered by nothing but thin short shorts and wearing a cutesy tight white shirt. toji had never struggled this much, often being capable of disguising or staying calm — even playing a trick to get what he wants from you, playing dirty tricks and being unnoticed by you, who was often taken advantage of. he was on his limit, on the edge, he had to do something, and quickly. a simple squeeze on your skin, along with hips thrusting upwards only once, just to play off as a way of him adjusting his posture, and a lazy breathy grunt — with a hint of boredom — from him, was enough to cause a sudden curiosity and innocent worry on you. glancing at his face while in such a comfortable position, toji quickly noticed your nervousness, however pretended, like it was an act. afflict, you continued to watch the piece of film, overthinking just a tiny bit — a halfway roll of his eyes at the unsuccessful attempt of catching your attention fully. rubbing gently a spot close to the lower hem of the fabric of your shorts — sending shivers down your spine — finally enough to make something come out of your pouty lips.

“is it boring?” someone smart enough would definitely say you were playing dumb.

“nah, don’tcha worry ‘bout me.” a lower voice, deep down impatient. “come closer, y’re chilly.” lie, what a silly game he played, immediately pulling your body closer, basically seating you on one of his legs, toji’s arm wrapped around you in order to hold you still. gripping slightly on the inner of your closest thigh, courage was taking charge of the famine man. rubbing leisurely long lines across the one spot with his thumb, the cheeks of your face began to heat up unexpectedly.

“toji.” you impulsively called, not knowing what to say next.

“shh, pay attention to the movie, angel.” years of experience, he knew how to manipulate, how to control, how to play, how to seduce even the biggest bitch in the world and also the sweetest young girl too. the victim was you now, it had always been.

soft caressing on the side of your hips, the man’s lips found it’s way towards your vulnerable warm neck, softly pressing once and resting on the crook of it. your breathing immediately hitched and your disoriented legs carefully closed together, as the situation got way too confusing for you to understand how to deal with it. then, toji’s burning breath on your skin, your mouth slightly parted from wondering what to speak.

“wan’ you to keep a secret f’ me, can you do that, angel?” he was faster than you could form a single word.

“what do you mean?”

“jus’ answer, doll.” you gulped hard, shivering at the close intimacy of the moment, the constant breath and tightening of his grip. all there was to do was nod, your heart spoke louder than your mind. “m’sweet girl, knew I could count on ya.” his fingers were too broad and able to spread both your thighs somewhat apart, enough to have some space in order to lower your shorts to your ankles. you were resisting quite effortlessly, breathing loudly in false exasperation to at least defend later that you were trying to stay back. “keep watching the movie, don’t wanna ruin ya fun. jus’ don’tcha tell mommy, wouldn’t wan’her knowing ‘bout our daddy-daughter night.” biting onto your lower lip as toji left gentle pecks on your collarbones. attempting to keep your head directed to the images in front of the couch, but your eyes failed to stay completely open, especially after feeling his fingers brush against your upper-inner thighs — so close to where it burned — there was an immense urge to let out a moan, however it was suppressed by the own palm of your hand. he squeezed the skin, rubbing with a digit or two that same place, after leading the tip of his fingers to slide across your covered folds and nub — that was the peak of your restraint — barely finding the spot you longed for, he teased manipulatively to receive from you what he had in mind, just leading your body to keep grinding those hips, looking for friction.

“poor baby, let me help ya with that. can’t stop moving y’hips, my dirty girl.” pulling the fabric of your undies aside, exposing almost fully everything that was there to see. a wet spot beginning to form on his pants right where you sat on his thigh. what you did not expect was to have your burning be completely rejected, and then you perceived how both his hands snook under your shirt to grope your breasts, pulling it up to free them as well to his view. “did ya think I forgot about ‘em? gotta take good care of my princess.” your back pressed against the right side of his broad comforting chest, his chin by the side of your face, at a height where his lips almost touched your blushing ears. “skin’s so soft, y/n.” calling your name was a delicate subject, he’d always use nicknames instead. grazing with the tips of his digits, the erect nipples, a string of heat spreading all over your body.

“toji, is this okay?” pitiful to hear such a little voice come out of you, stop playing dumb.

“why ya calling my name out of a sudden, sweetheart? daddy jus’ making ya cozy, we’re watching the movie, ain’t that so?” purposefully drawing circles on your nipples over and over again after finishing the sentence. a whiny moan escaped your lips as an unconscious response.

“y-yes, daddy.” ashamed of yourself, legs shutting together but toji released one of your breasts and spread them apart once more.

“let’em open for me, okay?” they trembled in arousal as the man returned his hand to the sensitive nubs while you tried to keep your tone down. “why so quiet, angel? wanna hear yer pretty voice.” kisses on the side of your neck again, the tension building was more than enough to make you explode, to be on the verge of tears due to stimulation, on the verge of orgasming just by having your step-daddy play with your nipples. finally after engaging with the commentary by whining lowly, like a puppy, your shame was being slowly blown by the wind. toji, as the merciless man he is, began to play with your wet folds, scissoring them in a faint pace. “bet even this feels better than playing with yourself.” avoidant, you just ignored, the rejection of your clit was too overwhelming.

“toji, please.” begged, in vain.

“don’t know who’s that.”

“please, daddy, please.”

“what ya wan’, doll? use yer big girl words. don’t like me playing with ya little pussy? wanna do it yourself? like late at night in the bathroom? don’t ya think I can’t hear ya whining like the slutty princess you are?“

“don’t, don’t know what you’re talking about.” breathy gasping as toji finally made circled against your sensitive clit.

“y’er smarter than that, baby. come on, did only you fuck this pretty pussy or did any other boy do it for ya, huh?” a satiable moan came out of your mouth as the pace sped up, the wet sounds loudening. “i’d hate to know my princess got corrupted by those filthy boys. m’the only one who can do that.” your back arched, gripping onto his wrist as his girthy digits finally slid inside your heating pussy, devouring the two of them in a slightly painful yet pleasuring thrust — all while having some more attention paid to one of your nipples right from the start. “tell me, y/n, wanna know.”

“n’daddy, no one but you, daddy. promise, ‘m your girl.” whining with rolling eyes and a bite onto your lower lip as he fingered life out of you, with legs shaking and attempting to close but he did not let you.

“can tell, pussy so tight, g’nna stretch it right jus’ for me.” trembling moaning as toji found the spot — by experience it was easy for him to tell but there was full confirmation after having your whine echo around the room and last for solid few seconds. the spongy spot being hit by this fingers over and over again, legs failing to obey your mind. the man kissed your neck, exposed shoulders and kept playing with your nipple. the palm of his hand rubbing your clit occasionally so it was extra-stimulation in every possible way.

“daddy, g’nna cum, daddy.” curling his fingers with effort as your walls engulfed him in a hot embrace, hips lifting off his lap and keeping the pace still. he let you, toji allowed it to happen and it was enough to send you into oblivion — eyes closing and a flash of white light, your body jumped from the pleasure but he had pinned your quivering legs open as he fucked into your orgasm, making you squirt for the first time after all your last miserable tries, and a long whimpering humming moan that almost made you choke and gasp for air. god, how you wished to have done this a long time ago. with slicking fingers from your liquids, toji put them in his mouth and sucked them dry while you watched with heating body.

“ya a virgin, aren’tcha, y/n?” the whisper that sent shivers down your spine, he was not supposed to find out like this.

“what? what do you mean?”

“stop playing dumb, princess. can tell, you were so eager to cum, no slutty girl would act like that.” a smirk formed on his lips, the same one that you thought could kill and shatter you in pieces. “wan’ me to take care of that, little one?” the nickname made your heart skip a beat. fuck, how could you say no? that was all you ever wanted, you just never thought it would ever happen, so you nodded. “gon’ be real nice to you. promise, sweet girl.” embracing, he carried you to your bedroom in a leisure pace, not rushing — it had a purpose, to make you impatient, it worked — toji laid you down on the mattress, which was unusual for him to care so much about comfort when it came to sex — you were his precious doll, that was the reason why he changed so much.

“be gentle with me, please.” doe eyes, covering your breasts with your hands and legs laying to the side so gently, blushing arousal — how could he contain himself?

“ya not making it any better f’me like that, ya know. don’ tease me that much, or can’t be gentle with my angel.”

“sorry, daddy.” uou were a dirty whore in fact, no way you wanted to be treated all nice, you wanted to be treated like his fucking slut. toji watched you from a higher angle, there was even more evidence of how taller and wider he was than you — kind of intimidating, but exciting. the man leered and attacked your neck with kisses once more as leaving low moans, being above you. your sneaky hands held onto the hem of his pants, which drove him insane.

“can’t wait for daddy’s cock, huh? i’ll give it to ya, if ya so impatient.” taking it off, your shyness controlled you again and there he was, looking forward to break down your stupid dumb act. toji wore only his shirt and nothing more, noticing some pre-cum on his tip and how red his dick looked like. “wanna feel my doll’s pretty virgin pussy.” spreading your legs, dripping wet and pulsating cunt. pumping his shaft twice or thrice, toji then aligned himself with your entrance, supporting himself on the elbows by the side of your head and staring into your eyes. thrusting ever so calmly and careful — who would have thought — your mouth shaped like a small circle with a flinch of pain struck you, and he groaned at the sudden warmth.

“hm, hurts.” a whiny painful moan from you, having toji stop immediately.

“ya can take it, gonna be slow.” resuming his movements, you bit your lower lip and wrapped arms around his shoulders and legs around hips instinctively. his cock was bigger than what you could actually have, but he was dedicated in making it fit.

“daddy, hurts.” you repeated, whine and whine, throwing your head back but so fucking merciless at the thought that he was finally inside your walls and about to fuck the absolute shit out of your helpless self.

“wan’ ya to take daddy’s cock like the good girl you are.” whispering in your ear. “gotta make your pussy the perfect fit, ‘right? so we can play later, too.” received a hum back from you, finally going all the way in. toji pulled back and thrusted for the first time in a slight harsh but normal pace and it pained you, hugging him more and wrapping your already tight cunt around him. “fuck, angel, let me breath, you holding me so hard.” thrusting harsher, you whined louder.

“can’t daddy, t-too big.” pounding more, and more, until there was no intense pain left — an indescribable feeling began to overcome your senses — and now you moaned like earlier but needier. arching back, closed eyes, hugging and clenching. toji was overwhelmed by your delicious and arousing scent, your cuteness and seductiveness, the way you whined into his ears and called his name so lowly as his pace began speeding up and harshening.

“feels good, princess?”

“hm, so good! s-so good!” his ego just grew bigger, fucking your virgin cunt into lewdness, shaping it to perfection. groaning against your neck, a few drops of sweat forming against his forehead, his cock twitched and struggled to move back and forth from such squeezing of your gummy walls. as if things could not get better, the suddenness of finding such the most perfect spot was enough to send you over to the moon and provide an intensity of pleasure, toes curling, screaming moans as you came for the second or maybe even third time that night. after that, toji held onto your waist and gripped the skin there, making it easier to hold you still, in order to keep hitting that one spot he knew that from now on would get you addicted. your throat burned from whining, your back arched and legs trembled — it was too much for a virgin, but that was what you’d get for wanting toji fushiguro to fuck you.

“t’much, daddy.”

“wanted, now ya take it, doll.” sloppy pace, weak state, tears forming on the waterline as your whines overlapped each other, gasping for air and choking on it. toji had a warmth and closeness with you — even after saying that, he made you feel safe — his cock was no longer able to sustain much more, your squirt dripped down onto the sheets and proportionated wet sounds that mixed along with your skin slapping. his cock fitting all the way in, brushing the tip against your poor cervix. “y’re gonna take all m’cum inside, hear me?” that sensitive sensation forming on the belly again.

“yes, daddy, yes. give it t’me, give it, please!” stuttering a little in between moans, body jolting at each pound as immediately after, another orgasm took care of you. toji chuckled smugly, groaning for the last time before so suddenly shooting inside you, filling you to the brim, a white ring on the base of his cock as the man fucked his cum into you — shivering and crying from the immeasurable pleasure just now experienced. noticing the emptiness after taking it out, semen dripped out of your now destroyed cunt, along with a single drop of blood from your hymen breaking earlier. the view of your step-daddy’s lewd gaze over your fragile state, the heavy eyes and sweat was mesmerizing.

“pretty to see m’cum comin’ out of your pussy, angel… don’ tell ya mom I said that.”

yeah, she can never know her husband fucks his slutty step-daughter’s cunny every thursday and friday night, while she is out late working — maybe on mondays and tuesdays too, but she also doesn’t have to know that.

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cocogrrrl · 11 months

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four times kyle says he loves you, one time he actually does say it

kyle's not the biggest romantic in the world, but sometimes he unintentionally is as well.

kyle broflovski x gn!reader no cws wc: 1183

an: tooth-rottingly sweet! i have like four 3k+ word fics in my drafts right now so stay tuned for that if you're interested!

One.

Often, you’ll find yourself in bed at night alone. In the morning, you’ll feel the lack of warmth as well. Needless to say, your boyfriend, Kyle, had a hectic schedule.

You try to stay up and wait for him. Sometimes, he does come, but rather late. Most of the time, however, you end up falling asleep first.

You understood why, though. He wanted to work extra hours for extra pay to have some money to support himself, his interests, and your place. I mean, you did work too, but Kyle was rather nervous about having inadequate money. You tried to convince him that you two were alright, but he decided against that.

Recently, things were a little more different. You found him coming home earlier than usual and leaving work a little later. You were grateful, for sure, but what was going on?

“Hey, Kyle?” You called, both of you in bed. He hummed in response, turning his head to look at you. “I’ve noticed you’ve been going home early and leaving for work a lot later than usual. Did you get a promotion or something? Sorry if you told me, I may have forgotten…” You scratched the back of your neck, chuckling.

“Oh, I didn’t get promoted or anything,” he shuffled closer to you, giving you a peck on the cheek that sent tingles through your skull. “I just thought you were right. I shouldn’t be working myself up over nothing, you know?”

“I didn’t mean it in a bad way,” you said, your eyebrows scrunched up as you were visibly upset since you thought you hurt his feelings. “I was just worried you were overworking yourself.”

He chuckled at your kindness. “I mean that too, but don’t worry, love,” he whispered, pulling you by the chin and nudging his nose with yours. “Above all, I missed spending time with you.”

Two.

You were snuggled up against Kyle, your head on his shoulder as you both indulged in your favorite activity—watching shitty movies and laughing at how shitty they are.

Currently, you two were watching a horrible, low-budget remake of Kung Fu Panda. As your mind was being bored by the eye-numbing movie, you didn’t notice your body suddenly being pulled.

Before you could even process it, your lips were on Kyle’s. You were caught off guard, so you caught yourself holding onto him. The kiss was relatively short, though, but you two could feel the smiles on each others’ lips.

When you both pulled away, you asked, “What was that for?” You chuckled.

“Nothing, I just desperately needed to kiss you.”

Three.

You were lying down on the couch, mindlessly scrolling on your phone. Kyle was by the dining area right beside your living room, sorting out some important papers. To fill in the empty space of your room, Kyle figured to play some music to help him loosen up.

Out of nowhere, Michael Jackson’s Rock With You started to play. You were initially taken aback, surprised to hear this in Kyle’s playlist. However, you didn’t mind it one bit, even bopping your head to the intro.

Before the chorus, you felt something lean over you. It was Kyle with his hand stretched to you, offering a dance. You could tell he was embarrassed, seeing the blush scribbled all over his face. You knew Kyle wasn’t fond of dancing, so you were so about to take the offer.

You gladly took his hand in yours, gracefully leaping out of the couch as much as you could (which wasn’t that much, but the execution didn’t matter in this situation!). You engulfed yourself in his arms as you guys swayed to the beat, not caring how horrible either of you looked… gyrating?

Anyways, let’s just say that Kyle ended up getting distracted by the fun you two were having and finished the papers much later that night.

Four.

You quietly entered your shared apartment, taking off your shoes by the entrance then treading to your room with the lightest steps possible so as to not wake your boyfriend up—just in case he was already asleep.

You opened the door, hoping it wouldn’t creak. The lights were still open, though, Kyle’s head turning to the doorframe, which was where you stood.

“Hi, dove,” he greeted with a smile. “I got you something.” He rose from the sheets and reached into his closet, holding two shirts in his hands.

He handed the other shirt to you, exactly your size. The top was mostly plain white, but in the middle were two rats cuddling with a text over it saying, “me and my partner :3”.

You deeply remember what this shirt was referencing. You were showing Kyle a photo on your phone. The photo was exactly the one on the shirt. You said something about how silly it would be if you two had matching shirts with text above it saying “me and my boyfriend” or something written above.

Kyle originally dismissed the idea. He knew you were joking, but he stated that he wouldn’t know how to pair the shirt with his wardrobe. Honestly, neither did you if you were to have the shirt, but you’d find a way to make it work.

That’s why you were surprised to see him gifting you something he didn’t really like.

“I thought your idea was kinda cute, and I went ahead and had it printed.” He awkwardly chuckled, cringing at his weak skill with graphic design. Visuals and art were never his strongest suit. The shirt, though, looked quite adorable either way!

You quickly wrapped him in a hug. “I love it so much. Thanks, dear.” You felt all around giddy. Your senses were tingly and your smile couldn’t express just how happy you were.

Five.

It was around 6 PM. You and Kyle had spent a whole day at an amusement park. By now, the energy that you two had earlier had been completely burned out. So now, he and you were inside the capsule of a Ferris wheel.

You sat beside each other, wearing your matching rat-cuddling shirts, enjoying the silence between you. You were staring at the view before you as you rose higher and higher. You held onto a stuffed toy he won at a carnival game for you an hour or two ago. Kyle, however, wasn’t focused on the view you were dazed at. His eyes were only focused on you.

You felt his eyes pierce through you, even if you yourself couldn’t see it. You turned behind, looking at him “What is it, Kyle?”

“You’re so pretty. I don’t think you understand how much I love you.” He said mindlessly. He seemed shocked by what he said once the words registered in his mind.

You giggled at his words, pulling his face closer to yours by the jaw. It was enchanting to see him get lost at just the sight of you. “Oh, but I think I do.” You whispered against his lips, giving him a peck on it before you two exited the Ferris wheel, holding hands.

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free if you truly wish to be: chapter ii

that fateful first day at the galeries gourmet, and a little bit after, told from the vantage point of the fickelgruber balcony.

2023!wonka x oc, this chapter ~1.9k

fair warning, i am a MASSIVE shakespeare nerd. but, if the 70s movie is anything to go by, so is wonka. so it's fine.

florence, however, as we've established, is Very Much Not Fine.

enjoy!!

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The outside air was refreshing, almost as refreshing as the young woman’s realization that not a single eye was on her.

That honor and worry went to the newcomer that was becoming ever curiouser to behold.

“Now, who wants to try one?”

The crowd around him clamored for a chance at his flying chocolates, and Florence’s spirit nearly lifted into their twittering flush, only to fall again when-

“I will.”

The buzz of the crowd fell silent at Slugworth’s words, and Florence frowned as the Chocolate Cartel stepped forward with intent to embarrass the young dreamer beyond repair. The boy, though, looked between the three as if this were suddenly the most exciting day of his life. He greeted them, utterly starstruck, but was caught off guard when Slugworth crushed him in a handshake, and Florence winced. She’d seen near-countless hopefuls come to the Galeries filled with entrepreneurial spirit and be driven away by the trio within minutes, but this one seemed…different somehow.

It’s as if he has nothing without this dream, and somehow that gives him more to lose.

She blinked, wondering how such a specific thought could come to her when she’d only just learned this man existed. But her view from the balcony allowed her to study his face, which she did with fascination and a slight speck of shame.

The Cartel each tried one of the chocolates the newcomer had brought, and now they were the ones she watched closely.

Yes, something was different this time.

Because Florence Fickelgruber knew her husband, and despite his attempt to hide his reactions at this moment, the chocolatier had a very expressive face.

He liked that chocolate. He loved it. Even more surprising, so did the others.

They listed off the ingredients they tasted, trying to keep the wonder from their voices, and the younger man responded to each with a fascinatingly short anecdote telling where he’d gotten it.

How could he be so well-traveled, yet so naive? How could-

She realized then that she was smiling, blushing even, feeling as light as if she’d had one of those weightless chocolates herself. It was silly, she knew, to hope for real change simply because of one charming new arrival, but that hope bubbled up regardless as she watched the Cartel exchange eye contact which was far more frazzled than the cool assurance she’d seen earlier.

Slugworth then began his typical long preface to his judgment, the telltale sign that he was about to demolish the young man’s hopes, and Florence from her balcony was the only one who knew.

Should I say something?

Before she could, the “absolute, one hundred percent, worst” came crashing down.

Not hearing the end, the boy-Wonka, as he was apparently called-whooped into another call to the crowd, his smile wide and infectious as-

Then it hit him.

“Wait, the worst?”

“We three are the fiercest of rivals, but we agree on one thing,” Slugworth declared, and Florence rolled her eyes-she’d always been frustrated at never being told much about the inner workings of the Chocolate Cartel, knowing just enough to be sure it was corrupt but not enough to bring the truth to light and be believed, but she was certain that the three were anything but rivals-“A good chocolate should be simple. Plain. Uncomplicated.”

“Whereas this,” her husband said, dripping in condescension and pronouncing each W with a drawl of air, “with all its bells and whistles, well, it’s just…”

“Weird,” Prodnose finished, and the younger man’s gaze fell.

Guilt by association had become a familiar friend of Florence’s over the past two years, but it pricked at her even more intensely now.

“That’s a shame,” Wonka said, so quietly that she had to lean over the balcony to catch it. “If you thought the chocolate was weird…”

Florence leaned forward further, eyes widening as the young man looked up at the Cartel from under the brim of his top hat, his expression having taken on an almost darker confidence.

“You’re going to hate what happens next.”

And with that, Mr. Slugworth was floating.

The crowd gasped, and Florence gasped right along with them, especially when the other two soon joined him. Felix’s face twisted almost comically when he rose to the point of seeing his wife on his balcony, and he tried with little success to swim through the air towards her. They reached for each other again and again, futile attempt after knowingly futile attempt, accompanied by the crowd’s delight, Wonka’s shouts of a satisfied salesman, and the frantic bickering of the Cartel.

“Have a nice flight, darling!” she couldn’t help calling out as Felix continued to rise helplessly past his office and toward the high ceiling of the Galeries. With no one watching her anymore, Florence was free to fall into pealing laughter.

Well, one person was watching.

Wiping a tear of mirth from her eye, she realized she’d caught the glance of Mr. Wonka, who looked up at her with a glint of recognition and a more genuine smile than she’d ever seen in her life.

Huh.

He tipped his hat to her, then turned back to his crowd of customers, who each dropped one single sovereign in his jar before relishing the candy. What’s more, his eyes spent much more time on the people’s happy faces than on the jar to make sure they were paying. This man was in this business for the love of it.

She could have ran down and kissed him right then.

…Aaaaaaaand that was not something she was going to think about right now.

Because apparently this day is so unusual that she’s now thinking in third person.

Get a hold of yourself, Wren.

She watched as customer after customer was lifted into the air, as her husband-your husband, till death do you part-and his Cartel floundered on the ceiling, as Wonka beamed at a little girl he saw near the Galerie’s entrance, as-

As the police came through that very entrance.

She should have known.

She’d tried many times to gain information from her husband by casually bringing up related subjects, because she had a feeling his group had something to do with the local police department being far less just than advertised. But Felix was perfectly tight-lipped, always flipping her words around themselves until he’d turned the conversation as if she hadn’t asked a thing at all.

…How did I ever think…

Never mind.

So they’d initially planned to humiliate the boy and then place him under the law’s eye, even if he hadn’t proved a threat, which he most certainly had.

She sighed, watching as the officers pulled people down from the air. It took them quite a while to figure out a way to retrieve the Chocolate Cartel from the ceiling, but retrieve them they did. Upon reuniting with solid ground, Felix cast his wife a wide-eyed, exasperated look, which she returned with an equally dazed shrug. He rolled his shoulders back, adjusted the cuffs of his suit, and turned smartly on his heel to follow his colleagues out of the Galeries, presumably on their way to regroup.

Shortly after they’d reached the outdoors, the Cartel learned that being temporarily grounded wouldn’t stop the bugs that still resided in them from flying, and they involuntarily took off once again, shouts and curses echoing.

Oh, God.

Well, he said it only lasted twenty minutes.

…They’ll be fine.

Florence grinned and looked down toward Mr. Wonka, hoping despite herself for another glance, but he was in conversation with the one officer that she still trusted. Affable seemed to take pity on the boy, reaching into his pocket and handing him a sovereign of his own.

He wouldn’t have done that if he knew I was watching.

That idea that anyone would think she was against that act of kindness was a twisting thorn in her heart, and she internally vowed to make it as clear as possible that her morals were nowhere near lined up to her husband’s.

As clear as possible to everyone except said husband.

And anyone else that would put my family in danger of losing anything, if he finds out I’m not truly aligned with the brand that’s currently allowing them to survive.

He’d give her jewels, and she’d wear them for a while until he forgot about them, at which point she’d mail them home-under a secret name, her old name, her real name-to be bartered for food and board. What with Felix’s decidedly obvious aversion to anything resembling charity, it was the only thing she could think to do.

“So full of artless jealousy is guilt, it spills itself in fearing to be spilt.”

Huh.

The police and customers had all left by now, and the young man was left standing there, staring at the mark of compassion that had been pressed into his hand by the officer.

The feel of the Galeries had become quiet after the chaos of all that had happened only moments before.

Florence had suddenly found herself nervous.

“Mr. Wonka.”

He startled at the sound, apparently having believed she’d left, but then smiled, pocketing the sovereign as he looked up.

“You’re the actress, the musician! You’re Mrs. Fickelgruber!”

“I am,” she said, lighting up a bit upon being noticed first for her art and only second for her marriage.

“So,” Wonka said with an ever-so-slightly deflated flourish of the hand, “what do you think? Of…all of this?”

“I,” she began, then paused, then cautiously smiled, “do not share my husband’s opinion.”

“Good.”

His eyes were hazel, like hers, and they sparked with an energy so striking that it seemed to travel all the way up to her slightly lofted position.

“Don’t tell him I said this,” she said, looking around to ensure their secrecy and feeling quite like a teenager, “but you’ve really got something. No crowd I’ve seen has ever taken to a newcomer quite like they have to you, so don’t worry about the others’ scare tactics. There hasn’t been anyone here lately with a passion, talent, earnestness like yours-”

I’m rambling I’m rambling STOP RAMBLING you are MARRIED you are a RESPECTABLE WOMAN you are being TOO SINCERE you NEED TO STOP TALKING.

“Just…don’t give up.”

“Thank you,” Wonka said, after a moment, and just as sincerely.

Everything about him is sincere.

“I wasn’t planning on it,” he continued. “Giving up, I mean.”

“Good,” she echoed, and he smiled. “I have a feeling the world would be far worse for it if you did.”

He shook his head as he looked at her, seeming rather unsure of what to think beyond a strangely certain trust.

Well, that makes two of us.

“Really, thank you,” he said. "That means a lot, especially…well, especially coming from you.”

She glanced down for a moment at the swirling wrought-iron balcony beneath her hands, and laughed a little at the sudden realization of their position.

“Tis but thy name that is my enemy.”

He blinked, stunned by the reference, and continued it.

“I take thee at thy word.”

A nearly disbelieving smile broke across her face, then his, and the clock then rang out before she could say anything truly stupid.

“Well. Good day, Mr. Wonka.”

He nodded, considered her for a moment, then slung his cane over his shoulder.

“Call me Willy,” he said with another tip of his hat, then turned to leave. “Glad to have met you, Mrs. Fickelgruber.”

A beat, and then, without thinking, before she lost her courage-

“Call me Wren.”

The clock’s final chime of half past ten echoed and faded, and the young chocolatier smiled once more.

“Good day, Wren.”

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pedgito · 1 year

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Hi Ali <3 how would you feel about writing some cozy Saturday morning sex with Tom x fem!reader? Basically just fluffy smut with Tom and reader showing how much they adore each other. - @munson-blurbs 💚

author’s note: tom is so fucking boyfriend it makes me want to cry. anyways enjoy my dirty thoughts, this was meant to be sweet but…oh well.

cw: 18+ (minors dni) morning sex, tom being a menace, this is a good mix of sweet and really depraved you’re welcome, mentions of past relationships, if i missed anything lmk!

word count: 2k

You wake up in the early morning, before the sun is up, and the spot on the bed beside you has gone cold, void of the warm body that usually lies there. Tom didn’t go to work this early, he never did—that immediate instinct to reach out for him and cuddle up against his warm body is left lingering, eyes falling shut in hopes that it’s all just a dream.

Your relationship with Tom evolved quickly after the encounter that happened a few weeks prior—if you weren’t spending the night most of the time, you’d at least stay at his place into the ungodly hours of the night, watching one of those ridiculously cheesy movies he liked to put on before bed, always falling asleep halfway through and never finishing them.

It didn’t take long for Tom to unload on you, all of his hesitance in past relationships, things he wanted now, things he wished he would have fixed or changed about himself in the past—he’d practically buried himself into his work until he met you, it’s a nice change to his life, no longer reeling over how badly Ruth had hurt him.

Still, it stings when you wake up and he isn’t there—doubt slipping into your mind immediately. It isn’t his fault, only yours. It’s your own mind reminding you that you couldn’t always be enough for everyone—even Tom. You opt for cuddling the pillow instead, the cold sheets pressed up against your cheek as you squeezed the fabric, forcing yourself back to sleep.

And when the morning finally breaks, that ache in your heart is soothed as you feel a warm body press into your back, having shifted in your sleep to face your side of the bed, giving Tom ample space to squeeze in behind you.

You hate yourself for doubting him, but they were old habits you needed to break and even that took time.

Tom hums softly, the noise vibrating against the shell of your ear, his voice like velvet as he speaks a quiet, “Good morning,” riddled with exhaustion, seemingly having managed to get a small nap in somehow, “sleep well?”

“Woke up and you were gone,” You mumble groggily, hands fisting into his shirt as you turn on him, seeking his body heat, “got cold—you’re like a furnace, you know?”

“Yeah,” He says knowingly, “left to grab some things, didn’ mean to worry you.”

“Impossible,” You say truthfully, “always worried ‘bout you.”

Tom laughs softly, pressing a couple quick kisses against your hairline, pulling you tight as his arms wrap around your body.

“What exactly had you outta bed so early?” You ask curiously.

“Needed to grab some milk,” Tom says nonchalantly, “cereal, just some stuff.”

“At five in the morning?” You grumble, eyes peeking up at him slightly, the brightest burning. “To the store for fuckin’ milk and cereal—“

Tom laughs deviously, low and calculated as he leans forward to mouth at the exposed skin of your neck, pulling your shirt aside briefly.

“Some other stuff too,” He adds, “—could put ‘em to use now if you want.”

You make an appreciative noise, hands slipping under thin cotton of his shirt to press against his skin, cold fingertips sending a shiver through his body as he curses.

“Fuck, hands are ice cold,” He groans, “s’not nice.”

“Tryin’ to warm up, Tom. Shut it.” You complain, laughing airily as he trailers kisses further across your skin, over your collarbone before briefly returning to your face, eyes glancing down at you, lids half closed.

“Surely I can fix that.” Tom decides, his hands slipping up to the hem of your shorts, pulling them down with no resistance.

You’re still consumed with grogginess but you move, adjusting the covers up so he can rid you of your shorts and underwear, his own following soon after.

“What’s gotten into you this morning?” You pester him, a wicked smile on your face as he settles between your legs, flexing his fingers inside the drawer at his bedside to find the fresh box of condoms. It’s a little astonishing how he manages to rip it open with one hand, making you laugh in the way he grins widely, holding up the foil square between his fingers triumphantly.

“Missed you,” He says lazily against your skin, words drawn out, “is that bad?”

“Tom, you see me everyday,” You point out, fingers drifting through his fluffed curls, messy from how they air dried and mused themselves against his pillow.

Tom doesn’t reply, instead opting to slip a careful finger through your folds and press inside of you, body never yearning for the contact so fiercely. It’s no surprise when he finds you wet, finger sliding inside with ease.

“Coulda asked what’s gotten into you,” Tom comments slyly, bottom lip pulled between his teeth as watches your reaction, his finger moving in short thrusts, lingering on not enough, “think we’re about to find that out.”

You groan at his ridiculous humor, shoving his face away as his head lands unceremoniously against the pillow.

“Get on,” You complain, “stop being that way.”

He doesn’t relent, squeezing a second finger in soon after, forcing a soft gasp from your mouth which Tom mocks with amusement, face turning up similar to yours.

“S’not funny, Tom.” You frown, hands raking along his sides and under his shirt, fingertips pressing against the lean ridge of muscles just to feel him. “Want you.”

“Yeah?” Tom says hopefully, eyes lightening up like he didn’t already know how badly you wanted him—how badly he wanted you.

You nod fervently, “Just want you inside of me, but you’re pissin’ about and it’s not fair—“

Tom kisses you quick, deeply, any words geared to leave your mouth falling dead as soon as he touches you, hearing him moan happily into it. The foil crinkles somewhere under the confines of the blanket, his hands dragging along your thighs as he fists himself briefly, before he’s suddenly inside of you, shared gasps breathed into each other's mouths.

“That good enough?” He say snarkily, eyes fluttering open briefly to peer into your own, “All you needed was my cock?”

You laugh in a short huff, biting down on your lip to stifle it. It sounds silly enough to amuse you every time he says it, but it easily has you melting against him, desperately turned on by how raw he is with you.

“S’all I ever want,” You tell him, words slurring together tiredly, eyes starting to adjust to the natural brightness peeking in through the blinds, still half shut as Tom’s mouth drags against yours slowly—he’s not even kissing you anymore, rocking with the slow thrusts as he groaned openly against you, “think about it all day.”

“Naughty,” He chides, his snapping harshly to prove his point, forcing a ragged gasp from your mouth as you grip him tighter, hands squeezing around his ribcage, “thinkin’ about me inside you while you’re working, yeah?”

You nod honestly, “While I’m—I’m going to sleep and I’m not with you,” You speak softly, head tilting up to chase his lips as he moves away slightly, watching you intently, “fuck—when I’m at the store where I first saw you, just trying to shop and all I can think about is you—“

“If only I’d knew,” Tom says in a bittersweet tone, finger squeezing at the dip in your thighs where he’s got your legs pushed up slightly, wrapped around his waist, “wouldn’t have waited so fuckin’ long.”

“If I knew you fucked like this,” You moan shamelessly, his hips burying deeper with every thrust until he’s all consuming, body draped over you fully—his arms comes up to rest above your head, giving him the proper ability to watch you, leaving his other hand free to roam your body, “would’ve jumped you that first night, ‘stead of my hand around your cock.”

“Fuck,” Tom curses, eyes falling shut briefly as he presses his palm against your stomach for leverage, thrusts going wild for a moment, your moans mixing together until they couldn’t be told apart, “you’re ruining me.”

You smile widely, a hand reaching up to shift through his curls, tugging lightly. “Oh?”

“Ruinin’ me for anyone else—never going to want anyone else.”

It’s as close as an “I love you” that Tom has ever admitted to you, it's always implied but he’s still hesitant, unwilling to open himself up that easily again.

He groans as your grip tightens in his hair, hand traveling up to graze over your breasts briefly before cupping your face, thumb pressing past your lips, plush and soft and begging for his touch.

Tom doesn’t even have to speak the words, watching your mouth close around his finger, tongue swirling teasingly.

“Good,” He nods slightly, “you’re learning.”

It’s mostly a tease, but it strikes a nerve inside you, body running hot with arousal.

“Tom,” You beg softly, eyes connecting with him in a moment of vulnerability, “touch me, please.”

“I am,” Tom mumbles, “always am.”

You grab hold of his wrist, pushing his hand away from your face and down toward your cunt, his hips faltering as he watches, your delicate fingers pressing his own against your aching clit, deprived of the touch it needed.

“Touch me,” You reiterate, tilting his head up in your grip, exposing his neck more until you can’t stand it, reaching up to press your lips against the skin, speaking a slurred, “want to feel you come inside me.”

Tom’s perfected your body by now, touching you in just the way you needed—quick and hurried against your swollen clit, dragging you right along the edge until he’s coming with you—the words and your lips along his neck doing him in immediately, hips stuttering in their movements as he groans loudly, face creasing up from the force of his orgasm.

Tom breathes heavily against your skin, eerily silent as he tries to catch his breath.

“Are you still with me?” You ask, voice raw and worried, his hands squeezing against your skin a gentle acknowledgment.

“God—need a warning next time you feel a need to say shit like that,” Tom complains with a tired smile on his face, head turning over to look at you, “can’t handle it.”

You snort softly, shoving him off of you. Tom falls with a weak groan, rolling over silently to remove and dispose of the condom before turning back to you, only to be met with another eager press of your lips.

“I love you,” You say, feel as every bit as vulnerable as you imagined, but the need to say it was too strong, “and I—I’ve never said that to anyone.”

Tom grins, the sunrise creating a beautiful glow against his pale skin, his hand coming up to drag through your hair, pushing the strays away from your face.

“I love you,” He says softly, thumb rubbing at your brow gently, tracing the lines of your face, “probably should make you a proper girlfriend, would you want that?”

“Kinda figured we were already there,” You tell him honestly, his deep laugh ripping through the silence of the trailer, “—you don’t strike me as formal, Tom. We don’t have to make it a big thing.”

“You’re important to me.”

“Doesn’t mean I need big, grand gestures all the time.”

“Fine,” Tom grins, “next time I’ve got my cock inside you I’ll pop the question, see how you react to that.”

And Tom always followed through on his word.

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