#n the way he would tilt ur chin up n trace ur lower lip before he pries ur mouth open to slide them inside

[herherteartear]

bonus | five and a half

a/n— a lil more context to yesterday's chapter, pls lmk ur thoughts!! <3 and yes this is very latee😭 pls ignore any mistakes, just wanted to post this asap lmaoo enojyy🤍!!!

word count— i don't mf know

they were really nice. like, oddly nice? you knew Nari told the Bangtan boys to be on their best behavior but that’s exactly what they were doing. you almost began to feel bad for coming into the night thinking the worst of them. well, almost.

they held out for a total of 17 minutes before Namjoon decided to shoot his shot. he stalked up to you, striking up a conversation where he pulled out his best compliments and light hearted jokes. while everyone else watched Namjoon make a fool of himself, Jungkook observed your reactions. you scowled at one particular compliment Namjoon spouted that would usually seal the deal.

Jin let out a belly laugh once Namjoon sulked away from you. Jimin held back his own laugh as he wrapped his arm over Namjoon's shoulders.

"hey, it's okay, Joon. think about all the other girls you could have. one loss is nothing!" you rolled your eyes at Jimin's attempt to console his friend. Namjoon instantly perked up. his mind reeling with which girl he could hit up with a text to end his night happily. classic fuckboys, you thought sourly.

the rest of the boys took to treating you like they treated Nari. which made your night a lot more enjoyable. they were decent people when they weren't thinking of who to fuck next, but you kept repeating your promise to Nari in your head to remind yourself to play nice. the boys kept you occupied with their incessant rambling of their crazy antics.

"it's bullshit! we stapled our logo to my bare ass and where's the footage?" Taehyung raged. he paused for dramatic effect before throwing his hands in the air. "uh, not in the movie, if that's what you were wondering!" he huffed. you laughed along with everyone else. the feeling of being watched came back, as it had been lingering on you the whole night; you turned your head to meet eyes with the pink haired boy. Jungkook took this opportunity to walk towards you.

the whole night, you made it a point to avoid Jungkook in particular. why? well, he was everything you liked in a guy, from the bright, tussled hair to his wide, starry eyes. and that scared you shitless. you gathered your courage as he approached you.

"if Tae gets anymore angry, Yoongi's going to start threatening him with firing him. you wanna dip before that happens?" Jungkook lowered his head to speak into your ear. his hand naturally found it's home on your hip. you inhaled a deep breath as chills ran through your body.

"no, i'm good. Nari's been wanting to tell me something so i should probably go to her." you lied. you felt his snort of laughter on your neck right as Jungkook pulled away. he turned to look at Nari and Hoseok lost in each other's mouths against a wall that they thought was hidden.

"looks like she's a little busy. c'mon, we can be busy too." Jungkook slipped his hand into yours and tugged you towards the backyard. you continued your chant in your head, only this one wasn't your promise to Nari. no, this one was your promise to yourself. all fuckboy's are the same.

Jungkook was used to things like this. he was used to picking a girl that caught his attention and sticking with her until he got what he wanted. he knew what to say and what to do in order to get a girl on her knees for him. he knew how to play the game. his playing field switched up after he witnessed the way you detested Namjoon's flirting. Jungkook realize his normal game plan wouldn't work on you. and he found himself fascinated by that.

yet, with that in mind, Jungkook didn't want to charm you into sleeping with him. no, he wanted to see your pretty, glossy smile grace your face as you talked to him about whatever the fuck you were thinking; he wanted to show off for you; and yes, he did want to see you in a much more dirty setting. but that wasn't at the top of his list, surprisingly. and that's how he found himself sitting on the grass, both of your hands still clasped together.

"you don't talk much." Jungkook noted. you wanted to laugh because you knew that was far from who you were. but you were deep in thought about why his hands were so soft? what lotion did he use to keep them that way? and why is he playing with your fingers? did he not know your heart was racing and you wanted to vomit?

"i do.. when i want to." you replied after what felt like lightyears. you took a beat. "when i'm with people i like." you teased, although you hoped he would take it as more of a warning. Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head cutely.

"that— that can't be right." he faked being in deep thought.

"why not?" you fired back. mindlessly, your fingers began to trace the tattoo's on his knuckles.

"because i'm perfect? i'm funny, i'm handsome, i've got tattoos? i've got it all." Jungkook puffed out his chest proudly. you scoffed and threw his hand off of your lap.

"oh, please." he laughed at your repulse. he grabbed your hand once more, but this time to pull you onto his lap. "what are you doing?" you tried to get off, but he trapped you with his arms and he rested his chin on your shoulder.

"i like coming out here at night. the stars look pretty." he completely ignored your question. god, this boy was something else. he had no regard for what his actions did to you. you huffed out a sigh. right as you opened your mouth to question him again, Jungkook said, "just, look up.. for a little." he nudged your chin upwards with his fingers.

they were really pretty. the backyard of the Bangtan boy's house had a perfect view of the stars, the landscape of Seoul. a small smile formed on your face. the stars looked awfully similar to Jungkook's eyes.

"do you come out here often?" you wondered out loud. ew, what the fuck? you sound interested in him. you brought your lip in-between your teeth to prevent you from slipping up again.

"only when i want to think." Jungkook admitted. he blushed, knowing not many people knew that about him. he lowered his vision to see what your face looked like under the moon's light. "i didn't think it was possible you could look any prettier." he mumbled. your heart jumped to your throat. stop. he probably says that to every girl he tries to use. all fuckboy's are the same.

"yeah, okay. how many girls has that worked on?" you laughed dryly. before Jungkook could reply, you were lifting yourself off of his lap. "i'm going back inside." you stated. you needed to get away from him. you should have avoided him better. now your poor heart was gaining delusional feelings for a certain pink haired boy. but never would you admit that to anyone. never ever.

Jungkook's arms felt a lot colder without you in them. he jumped to his feet and pulled you close to him by your hips. you squeaked out a noise of surprise as you found yourself so close to him so suddenly. your noses brushed against each other and you stared at each other. you dared to glance down at his shining lips.

"haven't used it on any other girl. no one's as pretty as you." Jungkook answered. he jutted his chin forward slightly, hoping to catch you in a quick kiss. but no. you weren't giving in that easily. you pulled away from him.

"hm. good luck with those lines, Kookie. maybe one day they'll work." you teased him with a smirk. Jungkook watched as you walked back into the house. he laughed out loud. no girl had ever made him feel as sexually frustrated as he was endeared.

that night you kept your promise to Nari very nicely. and it was all because Jungkook forced a moment of weakness out of you. you let your guard down for him. and maybe you let it down too much. because you left that night wishing your promise to yourself would somehow break itself. all fuckboy's are the same.. but maybe Jungkook was different. were you ready for that?

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[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

ugh pretend that woman's not there that's literally him getting a blowie and he's all dom and not rlly giving u a reaction just looking at his phone until ur choking around him

You’ve been on your knees in front of him for about fifteen minutes.

One hand is splayed across Harry’s inner thigh, softly raking your nails down his skin just how he likes it, the other one playing with his balls, rolling them across your fingers and massaging them gently with your thumb. 

You’d had him in your mouth for what feels like ages, pushing him down your throat and holding him there for a few seconds before slowly pulling him out, your bottom lip catching on the underside of his swollen tip every time. The hand on his thigh coasts up to grab at his length, thumb tracing the protruding vein at his base and following it up to the head, where you lean forward and kiss at it tenderly. 

Your lips smear over the tip messily, the ridges of your skin sending tendrils of electricity through his bones but he forces himself not to show it. You look up at him from beneath your lashes, blinking sluggishly due to the tense atmosphere of the room. 

Your fingers give him a few long, sharp strokes and you grin against his sweaty, flushed skin when you see the underside of his jaw tightened. Your voice comes out cheeky and matter-of-fact. 

“I know you’re gonna cum so why are you being so fucking annoying?”

He doesn’t respond, maintaining his stance. He’s leaned all the way back in the makeup chair, head hanging off the back with his phone in the air, parallel to his face. He’s doing it just to get on your nerves, well aware of how much you get off on seeing his reactions, therefore taking that reward away as some type of arrogant charade. 

Harry hasn’t looked at you once. Not when you sat down on your heels before him and questioningly tugged at the hem of his t-shirt. Not when you tugged his belt loose and rolled down his zipper, pasting wet pecks at the faint short hairs running down the bottom of his tummy into his underwear. Not when you fished him out of his briefs and gave him a round of desperate pumps with your palm in order to get him hard, mumbling about how you’ve been wanting to taste him all day. And the most irritating of all, he hadn’t even made a single sound when you’d pushed him down your throat, your nose brushing the crest of his belly button as your tongue cleaned the familiar salty taste off his cock.  

He had just kept scrolling through his social media, the colors of the screen reflecting off the glossy surface of his eyes as his mouth remained in a relaxed, absent-minded pout, not giving you the satisfaction of even the slightest twitch. The only thing he did was part his thighs wider, giving you access for whatever it is you wanted to do but maintaining a disinterested vibe, as if he couldn’t care less whether you stayed or left. 

In the time that had passed, you were hoping you’d be able to draw some type of response from him. However, he could be so fucking stubborn when he wanted to; the attempts had all been failures.

Harry doesn’t answer the question floating in the room, instead tapping out a text to an unknown person and continuing to mess with his applications. You decide to try again and though your patience is running thin, you go the sweeter, less snappy route, sugaring your voice down into a pleading whine that you know would tug at his heart strings a bit. 

“Harry, c’monnnn.” You slump your shoulders lightly, propping your chin on one of his inner thighs and gazing up at him with big doe eyes. “Please? Just wanna make sure I’m making you feel good, baby.” 

Your lips ghost along the sensitive muscles of his thigh, kissing delicately to guilt him into giving you what you want. 

Harry caves for a fraction of a second, glimpsing down at you over his cheekbones, absorbing the way your lips are quivering with longing. You blink up at him slowly, eyes watery, begging silently. 

Then the moment’s over and he looks away, nestling down further into the leather chair and regaining his scrolling.

You release a frustrated grunt, eyebrows furrowing and jaw clenching. “Fine, you prick.” 

Then he gifts you the first acknowledgment since you walked into the room: an amused snort at your snarky remark. 

It only grates you further. 

You push yourself up onto your knees fully, fingers tucking your hair behind your ears to avoid it getting in your eyes. You stare down at Harry’s tinted cock as it dribbles with precum, watching his stomach stutter with breaths at what might happen next. He knows he’s in for it. 

Harry was pretty big, that much is obvious. Because of this, every time you give him a blowie you always have to take him in gradually, working him into your mouth at intervals in order to accommodate his size. But burning irritation gets the best of you this time and without thinking twice, you shove him down in one go. 

You feel his leaking tip hit the back of your throat, your jaw aching at having to open wider than usual. For some ridiculous reason, you were hoping to accomplish this task without seeming phased, but it hits just how moronic that notion is when you suddenly can’t breathe. 

Your throat tightens around him, the sheer girth choking you and causing your nostrils to burn. But you’re just as determined as he is and you force yourself into holding your position, eyes squeezing shut as another round of gagging wracks your body. 

It had the intended effect. 

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

The moan he releases is gurgled, raw, and shamefully desperate and you couldn’t have asked for a better reaction. The hand that had been suspending his phone above his face drops to his chest, the device skimming down his stomach and falling off the side of the chair onto the ground with an empty thud. Harry can’t control himself, one of his hands wildly fumbling into your hair, fingers winding your roots around his knuckles. His other hand finds it way into his own hair, yanking at the curls almost feverishly to try and reign in even a slice of the composure he’d had a minute prior. 

His thick chest heaves with rattling breathes, his lower stomach tinged an angry shade of raspberry red that is quickly crawling up his flexing throat and pouring into his cheeks. He swallows heavily, his words sticking to the roof of his mouth like glue, but he manages to strain them out.

“Fuck, you’ve never gone that deep.” You gaze up at him with cocky triumph sparkling in your teary eyes, making your throat tighten around him once more, your body bracing the gagging with a bit more grace this time now that you’ve gotten a feel for it. 

Harry’s body reacts just as you’d hoped, his back caving forward, hips lifting from his seat a few inches as he holds your head steady with an iron grip, a pitiful broken whimper scraping his lungs.  

“Holy shit, that’s so fucking deep.”

You fall back onto your heels, your jaw and jugular aching as he slips from inside your mouth. You gulp down air like it’s the last time you’ll ever get it, reaching up with the back of your hand and wiping at your messy mouth shakily. 

Harry’s hips fall back into the cushioning of the chair, his broad shoulders trembling and toes curling with pent up aroused adrenalin. His grasp tenses further against your scalp, causing you to wince a tad despite the fact that you love it. 

He looks incredibly hot. His body has been shocked into an incredibly sensitive state, limp against the seat as his brows cinch deeply, his teeth worrying the inside of his plumped bottom lip, cheeks glowing and jaw taut. The hand in his hair releases his locks, struggling to find a hard grip on the backrest of the makeup chair, nails digging into the leather as he grapples to keep himself somewhat upright. 

When his voice finally pipes up again, you can’t help but laugh at how he frantically begs; it’s borderline pathetic. 

“Can you do it again? Please? Please, darling, please? I’m sorry for being an ass, promise I’ll make it up to you.” 

You smack his hand out of your hair, slowly mounting yourself onto your wobbly feet. You blink the blurriness out of your sight, the edges of your swollen lips carving into an entertained smirk. You don’t say a single word, simply stepping over his feet with your intentions set on the door.

Harry immediately knows what you’re going to do and the way he grabs at your wrist so desperately makes your grin widen. 

“Y/N, I can’t go out on stage like this.” His voice is low, accent slathered over his petrified tone. 

You rend your arm from his fingers, shrugging your brows tauntingly. “You should’ve thought of that before being such a dick.” 

He sits forward, palms resting on your waist to keep you from leaving as he tilts his chin upwards, looking up at you with those big puppy dog eyes he’s so well known for. “Fuck, I’ll do anything, I swear. Just please take care of it.” 

You pick a few matted ringlets off his forehead, thumbing over his temples, feeling his pulse hammering inside his skull. You lean down and flush a lingering kiss to the center of his forehead, his eyes drooping shut sleepily as the warmth from your mouth melts down his eyelids and cheeks, numbing the tip of his nose. 

Another whimper squeezes its way out of his throbbing lips. Please…”

You cup his sharp jaw between your forefinger and thumb, his chin fitting perfectly into the alcove of your hand. You skim your mouth over his, noses bumping and breathing mingling as his grip tightens at your hips, rings imprinting into your skin through your jeans. 

“Let me see your eyes, H.”

His lashes flutter open, the green in his irises fading between a bright canopy jade and a cool, muted olive. You stare right into them, seeing his pupils faintly dilate at the suspense. 

Your answer is soft and whispered, but it rings in his ears like a church bell.

“Go fuck yourself.” 

There’s no time, apparently, because just then Harry’s stylist bursts into the room with nothing but a swift knock as a warning. 

“Shit.” Harry’s stiff fingers quickly stuff himself back into his briefs, grateful that you are standing before him to block a full frontal disaster.  

“Sorry to barge in and interrupt but we waited as long as we could. We gotta get you ready, babe.” Harry Lambert immediately begins shifting through the hanger of outfits at the corner of the room, glancing over his shoulder at Harry with an expecting nod.  

More people from Harry’s team flood into the room— his manager, professional photographer, makeup and hair crew— and you back away from him with an apologetic shrug that carries anything but its face value. “Good luck, honey. Can’t wait to see you on stage.” 

Harry has no choice but to oblige to his team, allowing them to surround him in a flurry of preparations, though he handles dressing himself (much to Lambert’s objections) to avoid a catastrophic situation. He ends up going on stage as you had left him, lucky enough that his pants are a loose flared fit that doesn’t showcase his issue. 

But the whole time he’s performing, there’s a certain itch in the back of his head (and at the underside of his balls) that won’t leave him be. And it doesn’t help that you’re is right there on the side of the stage, watching him with your arms crossed over your chest, features painted with smug delight. 

Every time your eyes cross paths, his cock gives a painful twitch; the bright lights and echoing screams aren’t helping at all. There’s a few instances where he can feel his pants growing tighter around his crotch and he tries to take care of it as nonchalantly as possible, but he knows there will be tons of videos and speculation running rampant across the media later tonight. Cameras don’t lie. 

Throughout the whole show, all he can think about is your mouth— how warm it is, how soft, the way you feel licking at him, how pretty your lips look covered in his jizz. It drives him off the fucking wall and you can see it happening in the way he progressively starts glancing at you more often. 

His disgraced lack of control slowly starts to mold into anger because now you’re mocking him in front of hundreds of people, possibly embarrassing him in front of thousands more on the internet. It won’t be a huge riot or anything— it’d probably be easy to debunk— but the strain it’s putting on him now is enough to infuriate anyone.  

At one point in the show, Harry jogs off stage to fetch a bottle of water waiting for him the edge of the curtain, right where you’re residing as you watch the performance. He bends down and scoops up the drink, unscrewing the cap and tilting it back, staring down at you intently through the whole exchange, sweat pouring down his temples and glistening across his exposed chest. He recaps the bottle, turning it over into your awaiting hand and giving you a swift once-over. 

He then leans forward as if to give you a kiss on the cheek, lips tickling the shell of your left ear as he quietly mumbles a very different promise than the one he’d made earlier in an orgasm-deprived stupor.

As soon as the words finish rolling down his tongue, he’s gone again, gripping the microphone stand and introducing the next track as if nothing was out of the ordinary. 

Harry’s words continue to sizzle across your skin for the remainder of the concert. 

“I’m gonna break your fucking back tonight for this.”

[rocketmanmadden]

“oh how I fucking love you”

Requested by @l0ve-0f-my-life

Heyy could u pls do anything Steve Harrington x reader that’s best friends to lovers? Whether it’s fluff or smut idm!! Just need me some more Steve pls lol maybe even accidental declarations of love would be great also x

Warnings- SMUT, like all smut until the end, then it kinda chills out. Dom Steve. Unprotected sex (be safe my dudes), swearing.

A/N- To the person who requested, I hope you like this! I feel like I kinda took a risk because you probably weren’t expecting this at all, but you said you didn’t mind smut so I thought I’d just go for it! In my head this was kinda a good fic idea so I hope you enjoy it:) PS: I still suck ass at titles, sorry loves.

You and Steve were best friends. Best friends who happened to hook up from time to time, and what you mean by ‘time to time’ is like once a week. Of course no one knew besides the two of you, your friends already had their thoughts that you guys liked each other. Telling them you were casually fucking wasn’t going to make it any better. You think quite often about what they say regarding you and Steve liking each other, you would date Steve in a heartbeat, you do like him in that way, but letting him know that could destroy your friendship- and the fact that you get to have sex with him without him knowing you have a hard core crush on him. Tonight is one of those nights, his parents are out of town and he has the house to himself, meaning you two get to have some fun.

You go to your locker one last time before heading home from school, opening it and finding a note slipped inside

“Can’t wait to get in those pants later, wear something pretty for me. See you at 7 ;) -Steve”

You shake your head at the note, trying not to laugh that he actually drew out the smirk face. “He’s extra horny today” you think to yourself before putting in your bag and walking out to your car, which you park next to Steve’s everyday.

“Get my note Y/L/N?” He smiles at you, leaning against his car waiting for you

“Oh I got it alright Harrington” you laugh

“Why don’t we skip the whole you coming over at 7 part? My parents are gone already, we can start earlier” he suggests

“Keep your dick in your pants Steve, you can wait until 7”

“I can’t” he whines “I’m sex deprived and you’ve been teasing me in that skirt all day”

“Fine” you sigh. “I’ll be there earlier. Just let me go home and get cleaned up. I still need to change into something pretty for you” you wink at him before getting in your car, waving goodbye and driving to your house.

You go inside and head up straight to your room, taking out a few pretty bra and panty options you can wear. You end up deciding on a red lacy set, knowing it drives Steve crazy. You put it on under your shirt and skirt that you were apparently ‘teasing Steve with’, along with some lipstick before heading back in your car, driving to his house. Before you could even knock on the door, he opens it pulling you in, attaching his lips to yours

“You think it’s funny teasing me in that skirt all day?” He says slapping you ass “You think it’s funny being a little slut a school?”

You’re in for a real treat tonight, you were only in his house for a minute but he’s already showing how dominant he’s being. I guess he really was sex deprived like he said. Then again, he tries to be dominant and ends up getting all soft halfway through. He can never seem to stay in control or be rough with you.

“For your information Steve, I didn’t even think of you when I put this skirt on” you sassily tell him

“Steve? I thought you knew better than that princess”

“Sorry daddy” you roll your eyes. “Are you gonna take me upstairs or fuck me in the doorway?”

He picks you up gripping tightly on your ass and practically runs up the stairs, whipping his door open and laying you down on the bed.

“Did you wear something pretty for me like daddy told you to?” He traces his finger up your thigh

You nod, sitting up to take your shirt off, his eyes fixated on your lacy bra, bringing his hands up to cup your breasts.

“So pretty Y/N, red really is your color, I really think you’d look better if we take it off though” he says reaching behind you and unhooking your bra. He throws it onto the floor and attaches himself to your breasts, sucking one and groping the other.

You lay back and pull him on top of you, lightly moaning, you begin tugging on his hair while he keeps sucking and licking at you

“Tell me what you want angel” he whispers against you

“Anything, your mouth, your fingers, your cock. I just need you. Please” you whine

“Lets do ur all then” He winks, pulling away from your breast and takes his shirt off. He tugs your skirt down, followed by your panties before crawling up the bed in between your legs. “I know it’s only been a week but I missed this. I missed how pretty your pussy is, how wet you get for me” he runs a finger in between your dripping fold causing you to gasp out a moan. “So hot” he says before diving into you with his tongue, hands gripped tightly on your thighs.

“Oh daddy” you moan out knowing how much the name turns him on, causing him to let out a deep groan against you, as he keeps licking and sucking at your clit.

He removes a hand from your thigh and brings it down to your clit, where he removes his tongue and starts rubbing it in circles with his fingers, before running it through your folds and slipping it inside of you causing you to buck your hips and try to grind against his hand for more friction.

He grabs onto you to stop you from grinding against his hand, adding a second finger pumping in and out of you. “My hand is not what your gonna be riding tonight baby girl” he says before he starts licking your clit again, still finger fucking you

“Oh Steve fuck, I’m getting close, so close. Your tongue is like fucking magic” you pull harshly on his hair

“Cum around my fingers baby” he looks up at you, chin glistening from your wetness and juices, adding a third finger, slamming them into you

You feel yourself starting to clench around him, thighs trembling as your first orgasm came over you hard, cumming around his fingers as he slowly pumps in and out until you come down from your high. He crawls up and lays down next to you in bed, turning over, you can feel his erection pressing into your thigh through his jeans as he pulls you into kiss you, letting you taste yourself from his lips. You palm the bulge in his pants with your hand before looking into his eyes

“I think we need to take care of that” you say to him with innocent eyes. “How can I help daddy?”

“I want you to ride me, no condom, I want to cum in your mouth, understand?”

You nod at him as you start unbuckling his pants, and he inches them off. You run your hand up and down his boxers before pulling them down, letting his erection spring free. You kitten look the top of it before he puts his finger under your chin and tilts your head up

“Not right now, save that for later” he says pulling you on top of him, lining himself up with your entrance. “Ready?”

“Yes daddy please” you says before he slowly starts lowering you down on him, but immediately starts picking up the pace, thrusting up into you quickly a few times before slowing down and letting you lead as you start bouncing up and down on his dick- you were the one who was supposed to be riding him after all.

You lean down to kiss him, running your fingers through his hair and pulling onto it tightly as you keep riding his dick. “Keep going baby, just like that. I’m gonna cum soon princess. God you just make come apart so fast” he says before you attach your lips to his in a rough kiss, moaning into each others mouths.

His hands gripped to your ass tight enough to the point where you know you’ll have bruises tomorrow, occasionally slapping it as he screams out his “oh fucks” or just his deep moans, which you love to hear, guiding you up and down as you keep bouncing on him, circling your hips. You can feel he’s getting close as his cock is twitching inside you, probably doesn’t help him hold on any longer at the fact you are too, which is causing you to clench around him tightly.

“Fuck I want you to cum first baby girl, then I can cum right after” he says in between heavy breathes

“You still want to -ohh- c-cum in my mouth?” You ask on the verge of falling apart

“Y-yeah” he pants, starting to help you by thrusting into hard since your starting to get sloppy

“O-okay. I-I’m gonna cu-“ you get cut off by your orgasm rushing over making you clench tightly around him, with your whole body shaking

“Fuck Y/N fuck you clenched hard, oh my god I’m gonna cum,” he says as you get off of him and start quickly sucking his dick.

“I love you, oh how I fucking love you. I’m not even kidding. I wish we could do this every day. Why aren’t we fucking dating yet, feels so go- he gets cut off with a loud moan leaving his mouth as he thrusts his hips up into your mouth one last time before shooting his seed down your throat.”

Not his cock, but it was his words that made you choke as you swallowed what he shot into your mouth, lifting your head up and looking at him

“What did u just say?” You give him a face of ‘what the fuck’ and confusion

“I said that out fucking loud didn’t I” his eyes widen

“Yeah, and I’d really like for u to repeat that, because I’m trying to figure out if that was an ‘oh my god we’re having sex I love you’ or a ‘wow I want to be with you’ I love you”

“I’m sick of just fucking you. I want to make love to you, I don’t want anyone having sex with you but me. I don’t just go around sleeping with my best friends, I love you, I want to be your boyfriend, I just don’t know what our sleeping arrangements mean to you.”

All you can do is shake your head and laugh

“What’s so funny?” He asks in a serious tone. “Last time I checked me spilling my heart out isn’t funny”

“Steve. I don’t just go around sleeping with my best friends either. I keep going through with our sleeping arrangements because I love you, I always thought it was just sex to you, to me it was something I honestly look forward to and went through with because I felt like this was my only chances of having you in a different way then friendship. I didn’t know you felt the same way I did, I want to be your girlfriend” you giggle

“I should’ve known it, you definitely aren’t the type to sleep with around for fun” he laughs with you

“No, I’m definitely not. You were a big exception.” You smile at him

“So, why don’t we give this whole dating thing a chance? We can get our clothes on and I’ll take you out on a real date. It’s dinner time anyways, it works out perfectly” he suggests

“I’d love that, but one thing” you ask

“Yeah?”

“Can I please shower first? I feel like sex.”

“Only if I can join you” he smirks

“Of course you can, you’re my boyfriend after all” you wink and get up to go shower

“I really like the sound of that” he follows after you

So that’s what you did, for the first time ever in that shower you guys passionately kissed, touched, and held each other. You appreciated all the little things about each other that you never did before when you were just hooking up. After you guys got out and dried off, you went on your first real date, and by the way it went, there will be a lot more of them to come.

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Wet {Tony Stark x Reader}

This is part five of the Stark Internship series, read the previous part here!

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It wasn’t difficult to find Tony, it was much harder to avoid him. You made your way down to the extremely lush and extravagant leisure area the Wakandan royals had created for the Avengers (and of course, their use). You made a beeline for the enormous pool, and found him. 

Tony was floating on a large inflatable, his eyes closed beneath sunglasses as he carelessly drifted across the surface of the pool. Sunlight filtered in through glass-panels on the ceiling, and gave the room an ethereal glow. 

You two were alone now, no other Avengers to speak of. 

You were still clutching the metal flip-phone in one hand, careful not to misplace your lifeline as you approached the edge of the pool, waiting for a moment before speaking. “Tony,” you were nervous, almost, fiddling with your hands. 

He cracked a small smile, but didn’t open his eyes. “Y/N,” his hand dropped to the water, skimming his fingers across the surface. “Did you get my present?”

“I did,” it was hard to hide the trace of happiness in your voice. It had been months of lonely isolation, and speaking to Peter brought a ray of light through the overcast your fugitive life had become. “I came to thank you. It means a lot that you would... arrange something like that for me.”

“You’re welcome,” he continued to drift, his expression neutral, aside from the growing smirk. “He’s exactly like you, Y/N. Just as smart and just as much of a pain in my ass.” He continued to create ripples in the pool with his finger, and used his free hand to lift his sunglasses, easily finding you in the room. “The water’s fine, if you want to join.” 

You rolled your eyes, but paused. You had nowhere to be, and the crystal clear blue waters did look appealing. Biting your lip, you stood and approached one of the chairs beside the side of the pool, shrugging off your shoes, shirt, and shorts. It was nothing he hadn’t seen before, and it was harmless. You dropped the phone on top of the pile, and approached the edge of the pool, slipping in without a second thought. 

The water engulfed you and quickly soaked the fabric, and true to his word, it was cool, but not cold, and very comfortable. You pulled back your hair to keep it out of the water, and waded over towards the raft, the water nearly reaching your waist. Your fingers traced shapes on the plastic inflatable, considering what you could say. You didn’t owe him an apology, you hadn’t done anything he didn’t deserve, but you had missed him. “Why are you here?” You asked, your voice soft as your eyes traced the intricate wiring of the arc-reactor inlaid in his chest.

“At the pool?” He sounded relieved at the lack of hostility in your voice, and his eyes admired your lack of discernible clothing. You still wore the same bras you did back then-- with the tiny black bow between the valley of your breasts. “It’s a thousand degrees outside, and I--”

“Tony,” you interrupted, your eyes lifted to his, your brow knit together in a complex blend of emotions, “I’m serious. I need you to be honest with me. Are you here to win me back?” You weren’t sure what you wanted to hear him say. You missed him, and Peter, and May-- you missed your friends, and New York, but you needed answers.

He considered what he could say, shifting on the inflatable raft and working his jaw. “Yes, and no.” He answered honestly, wanting nothing more than to touch the delicate swell of your knuckles, but deciding it was safer to keep his hands to himself. “I needed Steve, and the Avengers for a mission back in the states, and you were here, so I decided to make the trip.” 

Some part of you was disappointed, but you shoved it down and focused on the task at hand. That was what your life had become. Tackling things one at a time, trying to tread water to keep from drowning. Steve was nice, Wakanda was beautiful... but you didn’t belong here. You were an engineer, not a superhero. A few months ago, this would’ve been enough for you to take the next flight home with him-- but not now, not after everything he’d said and done. “I don’t understand,” you said finally, “why.” You retracted your hand from the raft, and crossed your arms, physically withdrawing and leaving a visible divide between the two of you. You said you loved me. The words couldn’t leave your lips. 

He was at an impasse. This was where the two roads divided. He could say something callous, and lose you forever, but protect you from men like him-- men who would say whatever it took to get you back, and treat you with as much reverence as a discarded toy. Or he could apologize, embrace you, and steal you for himself-- knowing that you’d always wonder whether or not his affections were genuine. It was the same one he’d crumbled at all those months ago, when he saw you in his bed and felt so satisfied for the first time in his life-- and he’d sent you away. Nights spent drinking, lamenting his selflessness, his cowardice, and most of all-- how he couldn’t stop loving you. “I don’t either,” he responded, his breathing shallow and painful. How could he be stupid enough to let you go? “I never meant to hurt you.”

Your short scoff was soaked in pain, heartbreak, and lost naivety. “Really? What message did you hope to portray by sending Happy to throw me out the morning after?” It was barbed, venomous, and hurt. 

“I--” he sighed, wishing you weren’t so very far from him. He wanted to touch your face, let his thumb gently caress your cheekbone, see those pretty eyes look at him again. “I was afraid.” He let his legs dangle off the edge of the inflatable, water touching his skin. “You’re young, and smart, and you scare the hell out of me.” With a inward breath, he slid off the raft, sending out a wave of ripples through the pool. “I loved you, and I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“So your solution was to hurt me?” You denied how his words appealed to you, like ointment on an intense burn-- it cooled your anger, but it didn’t appease you. “Tony, I would’ve understood! If you had just talked to me, I would’ve understood!”

“No, you wouldn’t have!” He snapped, his eyes locked on yours as he took a small step towards you. “You would’ve kissed me and told me that you didn’t care what people said about you-- and that you loved me-- and I wouldn’t have been able to let you go!” It was a confession wrenched from his sealed lips, the situation that he’d imagined a thousand times since he’d sent you away-- the only thing that reassured him that he’d made the right choice. He nearly winced as he saw the hurt cross your expression. 

“And this is so much better?”  You asked, your eyes dropping to the gleaming blue waters. “We’re both so happy?” 

“No,” it was easier to tell the truth now, “we’re miserable.” He crossed the short distance between you with little hesitation, and gingerly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into an embrace. “I’m sorry,” he murmured into your hair, his eyes squeezed closed, reminding himself to savor this moment, the last moment he had you in his arms. “For everything.” 

You enjoyed the moment more than you cared to admit, and allowed your arms to wind around his waist, resting your forehead against his chest. “What now? Will you go home, and tell Pete I miss him?” The words were painful to say, but it was clear that this was the last hurrah-- the last embers of a dying fire. 

God, he was so selfish. “I want you to come with me,” he admitted. “I want you to come home." He withdrew, his hands lingering on your biceps, reading your expression. “Peter misses you,” and then, more quietly, “I miss you.” 

You were silent, peering up at him with those shining eyes. 

He touched your cheek, and smiled-- though it was hollow and cracked. “I love you.” He offered, his chest swelling at the admission he’d been thinking for the past five months. “I want you.” His index finger hooked below your chin, tilting your face up, and laying a kiss on your lips. 

It was soft, and sweet, and it carried the weight of months apart. It was everything you’d wanted. So much wasted time. You melted into the embrace, hands sliding up the plains of his chest, and looping around his neck to pull him closer. 

His hands slid lower, past your waist, and effortlessly lifted you off your feet-- lips still attached to yours. His breathing was heavy now, and he carried you to the edge of the pool, depositing you on the stone ledge. His skin had flushed a lovely shade of scarlet, and he was panting as his eyes darkened. “Can I...”

“Yes,” you interrupted, “please, God, yes.” 

[tendonsatire]

Reunion: Bucky x Reader (Part 2)

Part 2: Yay!

Warnings: a bit of metal and earth manipulation (you’ll see lol), bit of angst, meanies, fluffy Bucky

Words: 1100

Part 1

At dinner, you and Bucky had a fantastic meal, conversing throughout. In between bites and while you chewed you’d push your food around with your fork. You had managed to forget all about the high school reunion, completely focused on your date.

“Ready to go doll?” Bucky asked as he pocketed the change left from paying and stood up. He crossed around the table to you, holding a hand out to help you stand.

“Huh?” You inquired, furrowing your eyebrows as you put your hand in his, standing.

“To your reunion.” He reminded you, a smirk growing on his features as he slipped over to your left side and slid his arm through yours. Your eyes widened, mouth pulling back to show your teeth, and not in a smile, in a mixture of awkward and yikes while sucking in a breath of air in a hiss.

“Oh yeah, I was having such an enjoyable time with you I guess the train wreck yet to come slipped my mind.” You remembered with a small nod, relaxing your face once again.

You could hear Bucky chuckle and looked up to see the crinkle his eyes made when he smiled. You smiled in return as you both walked out of the restaurant and to the limo.

“So, when we get there what should I expect?” Bucky asked, opening the limo door for you. You slipped your arm out of his and thanked him before getting in, scooting across the seats for him to follow.

“Um, I don’t even know! Maybe women hitting on you? Asking why you settled for such a loser to be with? Along those lines?” You spoke quickly, wringing your hands as nervousness filled you once again. You hoped no one would mention the title you had won from back then so you didn’t bother saying it just in case you would jinx yourself.

Bucky set his metal hand over your hands, hooking the index finger of his flesh hand under your chin, tilting your face to look at his.

“Calm down, y/n. I’m sure you’ll be fine.” He smiled before leaning down and planting a kiss to your lips.

To say that things were fine would be a lie. As you got yours and your date’s name tags and walked in, you almost had a heart attack. Okay so maybe that was a tad over dramatic, but who could blame you? You were walking into hell!

“Y/n Y/l/n?” You looked up and towards the voice, the music slowly fading until it seemed like a whis

per. You mentally groaned and barely managed to keep yourself from cringing at the sight of her. Elizabeth Cooper was standing on a makeshift stage the school put together and was talking into a microphone. She still looked hot too. She was the one who suggested that you’d be die a virgin, but she decided to give you the benefit of the doubt and made it until you were thirty. How generous of her. You rolled your eyes at the thought. As you walked forward with Bucky you mentally scoped out his metal arm, smoothly tugging on it with your powers, successfully making him wrap it around your waist subtly.

“Ooooh and look at that arm candy! My, my, y/l/n! There is no way you’re still a virgin! And your boobs actually came in! I thought you’d be wearing training bras forever!” Your face grew red hot in an instant and you couldn’t bring yourself to look at Bucky to see his reaction.

“Always a pleasure Elizabeth.” You say, loud enough for everyone to hear the icy tone you directed at the woman. “It’s not my fault I look for more than a pulse in a man to bed him.” You added narrowing your eyes at her.

The smile was wiped from Cooper’s face as she glared at you.

“Do tell y/n, have you proved us wrong yet? It was, after all, a unanimous vote that you’d be a virgin forever.” She was seething and wanted to embarrass you in front of Bucky.

You cleared your throat, although it was weak and wasn’t heard. You crossed your arms as if you were guarding yourself from the prying eyes and whispers.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business.” You decide to say with a shrug. All you earned was a laugh from Cooper which spread easily throughout the room.

“You’re still a virgin! This is rich y/l/n. I mean, I can believe it, have you seen yourself?” Everyone laughed again and you walked away from Bucky, the music returning to its volume before you entered.

-Bucky’s POV-

Bucky had been surprised when his arm moved of its own accord and settled around your waist, but didn’t care much, knowing it was you who had done it. He was feeling so much guilt in his chest as he witnessed how they had treated you. He thought that he could maybe have a fun night of dinner and dancing with you. He was so wrong and he felt it was his fault.

He was stunned as he watched you walk away. He followed you out as soon as he felt his senses coming back and barely kept you in his sights.

He found himself outside but you weren’t. He looked around before finding a pair of legs dangling from the roof, now hearing the sniffles.

“Y/n?” He called out, walking over to the spot under your feet. There was a seam in the ground in the shape of a circle. He knew you had used the cement and earth below to lift yourself up.

After a few minutes, the ground below his feet lifted again and before he knew it you were stepping on and lowering it back down. This time the seam in the round completely gone since you couldn’t leave such traces.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, eyes level to his chest, refusing to look up.

“I should be the sorry one. I made you go and you didn’t want to from the start. I should have listened.” He spoke softly, his hands moving to either side of her face, tilting it up so he could stare into y/e/c. “Want to go get ice cream and head home?” He asked gently, raising his eyebrows.

He received a nod, you wrapping your arms around him as the limo pulled up. You had called the driver as soon as you came out before.

“Let’s go.” He whispered. He pulled away from the hug, wrapping his flesh arm around your waist, and led you to the car.

And after a few months of dating, you successfully proved your classmates wrong.

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⚬ pairing: junhui x reader | college life!au. ⚬ word count: 2.1K. ⚬ warnings: none. ⚬ genre: more nsfw filth!

— ✧✎ synopsis: junhui’s sharp looks betray the complete shyness that’s tucked into his every fibre, and with the adorable boy from your study group now splayed before you on the bed, you can’t help but think he’s just as beautiful as a painting, if not more when you finally get your hands past his belt.

— ✧✎ a/n:  just a lil heads up sub!junhui is comin ur way u’ve been warned i’m already packing my things n heading into the ozark mountains.

The position you have him in is almost artistic, though Wen Junhui himself is the one who made it that way. He sits at the end of your bed with his charcoal sharp brows nearly pinched together; his hands leaned out behind him with fingers slender and wobbly sheathing into puffy cotton sheets. The room is encased in a shallow darkness that seeps through the windows, the only source of light that allows hungry pupils to scan his bopping adam’s apple being your desk lamp. Glossy textbook pages stare vacantly toward the ceiling, pens and pencils and sticky notes cast abstractly from the bed to the carpet.

Junhui’s complexion is hazy yet exudes warmth so bold it almost feels tangible, like strolling down a speckled brick road late at night, the distant glow of street lights blending to compose the perfect golden spectacle. His eyes flicker so suddenly when your palm etches upward from his kneecap, rolling across the tiny hills created by the creases in his jeans. You see it again, the movement quick and appeasing. It’s Junhui’s adam’s apple, how his head tilt backs and the light splashes brilliant marigold across his nervous gulp. You move higher and his nose crinkles, pushing up the thick-rimmed spectacles that frame his beauty so profoundly.

“You’re really okay with this, Jun?” You speak softly, comfortingly; alerting the jittery boy that he can stop this from escalating whenever he pleases. At the same moment you pose the question, your finger absentmindedly slips under a tear in his jeans, running across the tiny bit of muscle that marks his thigh. He draws in a sharp breath, his hips lifting in a plea so shy yet seeking relief. Junhui nods his head, pupils expanded to the size of sweet blueberries glimmering toward you on your knees.

“Please,” Jun squeaks lowly, “Please, Y/N, touch me. I want to know what it feels like.” You can’t help but blush a scarlet sunset into your lap, head dropping and lips curling. You can’t help but think about how you got into this position so mouth-watering, and you can’t help but think about how Junhui is the most artistic when he’s coaxed down to such lascivious levels.

It all started with your study group that attended the library one evening, everyone bunched with notes, coffee cups, and a dwindling will to quiz one another for the approaching cellular biology exam. Except there was a new member who joined your study group, his raven tendrils fluffed and swept adorably across his forehead, eyes so flecked with constellations they reflected into even the darkest depths of onyx pupils. He wore caramel pair of glasses that he constantly pushed up with a simple nose crinkle and a burgundy flannel that floated from his broad shoulders. He pulled up a chair next to you and gave a very courteous head dip as a greeting. It wasn’t until the following morning that you realized not one thing studied that night absorbed into your brain. In lieu it was plagued by Junhui’s cautious manner of pulling down his sleeves so he wouldn’t burn his palms when sipping coffee.

You had images of his fanned lashes swishing enthusiastically whenever he shared an idea, the tone in which every word was spoken so smooth it was silk pouring out from his mouth. You could remember how frequently he nibbled into his plump lower lip as he scribbled out notes, the rich rosy colour fading away for no less than a moment before he chewed into it again. The only thing you’d learned from that night was that Junhui was the most precious human being you’d ever seen and that someone as precious as him deserved a gift.

That’s why his whine struck you right between the legs, his fingers digging more harshly into the sheets when you finally settled your palm atop his growing excitement. Your tongue shot out from between strawberry scented lips at examining the adorable boy from your study group, a few charcoal strands shadowing in front of his spectacles. His head was back down, bated breaths being heaved in the direction of his lap. Junhui kept stealing glances of your hand moving so tenaciously over his covered length, the molten heat that fizzled in his stomach growing hotter and hotter with every second that passed.

He’d never ventured so far with someone before, the closest thing he could get to pleasure being the velvet water that steamed along his body behind bathroom walls, his forehead pressed into the cool tile, one hand easing up and down on his length while the other dug soft fingertips down the slippery wall. The water would beat into his back, trickle along his amber skin until Junhui’s hand movements became erratic and he was whimpering into the tile, every mellifluous noise cast away by gushing steam. But now he was here with you, your form edging even closer toward him.

“It’ll feel really good, Jun. I promise.” Your words were nothing but white noise that felt fuzzy around his ears, whisking away into the quiet nature of the room. The last thing Junhui could remember before you gave a small kitten lick to his head was the manner in which you easily slid off his belt and wiggled black jeans down his thighs, his cheeks fading to fuchsia hues and raspberry burns. You spat into your palm and used it as lubricant to coax up his hardened length with ease, a gentle thumb moving slowly across the head before your small fist twisted back down. Junhui’s fingers dug like iron claws into bed sheets undeserving of such torment, his head practically bolted to staring into his lap where your hand shifted back up with the slick pass of a thumb.

He was too bashful to glance up, though the one thing you wanted to see most was his gorgeous face carved into pure, pleasurable expressions. You leaned forward and swiped a slow wide lick from his member’s base to the head, tasting the pearls of pre-cum that had been gathering. There wasn’t even a chance to catch his breath before your lips slipped carefully over nothing but his tip, Junhui’s glazed orbs almost scrolling back into his head when you decided it would be fun to start sucking. You heard it, the desperate whine that jutted at his lips.

It would have been a whine lilting in cadences more fragile than glass, searing straight to your core and positively ruining your favourite pair of underwear. However Junhui held it in, his knuckles threatening to pop from the amber skin stretched over them. The noises coming from your mouth were sloppy and downright sinful, Junhui swallowing each moan that clanged from his chest. Your tongue dragged teasingly up a vein unable to stop protruding, the apparent pop from your mouth forcing Junhui’s heart to skip a beat.

“Come on baby,” you hummed, your spit-slick palm still working his base, “Don’t hold back your noises, okay?” During the drawled moments of your purring, your thumb dug with more harsh intentions than usual into his slit, bringing forth Junhui’s shaking thighs and brittle fingers about to tear your comforter. His head remained down, charcoal hair flopping in front of his glasses and providing a cover from your eyes hungry to see his pupils blown wide and glassy. A quick flick of your gaze to his outstretched arms showed you everything you needed to know, the veins that traced dull lavender down each limb almost pulsing from his skin. He was afraid to speak and have you hear his weak voice only holding substance brewed from lust. Bringing your thumb one final time over his slit, a curl marked your lips at the idea in your brain.

“If you don’t wanna look up and express how good I’m making you feel, you can always go back to jacking off in the shower. I mean, the only problem with that is you’re gonna be picturing my hand the whole and my mouth when I do exactly this.”

Junhui gazed past his thick lashes and saw how you swirled your hot tongue around his head, how you pressed back your tongue, a majority of his length disappearing inside your wet cavern. Your hand tended to whatever your mouth couldn’t cover, salty droplets sparkling in your eyes as you breathed in through your nose before swallowing.

Junhui certainly wasn’t used to such a euphoric feeling encompassing him all at once, creating patterns of milky white to splotch across his vision and coalesce in his bloodstream. He finally threw his head back, teeth unable to suppress his swollen lower lip any longer. His moans were cascading one after the other, some sharp whines and the remainder stilted panting. But then you swallowed again and drew in another large breath to swallow again and Junhui couldn’t take it anymore.

He collapsed back on the bed and carded jello like fingers through his fringe, pushing away the tendrils that swirled black coffee on his forehead. His chin titled up while his jaw dropped as your lips grew tight around him and remained hooked to his length until just the head was being sucked much softer than before. His hand had found your hair, locking into the strands yet afraid to tug them.

“I c-can’t.” Junhui finally broke from his taciturn state and began stuttering, his fingers shifting timidly through your hair. You gave a kitten kick to his sensitive tip and admired how his hips bucked in response.

“You can’t what, sweetheart?” Junhui took off his glasses and draped an arm over his arms, his length being tapped along with your sly fingertips. Your elbow rested on his thigh while your palm acted as a cushion to your chin, palm lazily stroking him and his length keening for release. He was truly the most artistic being you’d ever seen, even more artistic than any art piece you’d stood staring at in galleries for hours on end.

“I just want to cum,” Junhui whimpered from behind his arm and you couldn’t help but swoon over how he still clung to his shyness, “Please, Y/N, I need to feel your mouth again, please, please, please, baby.”

If your underwear weren’t ruined before then they definitely were now, the cotton had almost drowned in your arousal unable to stop pooling. Junhui’s arm fell from his face and the next thing you know he’s shuffling up to his elbows and panging his lust plagued eyes straight into your own, the shades of dark chocolate and gold lamp light luring you into moving your lips back to his length, giving the head a tiny kiss.

His hair is pushed back from the smooth expanse of his forehead, plump lips bitten and parted with the shallow breaths he inhales, watching you sink lower and lower on his cock. He’s whimpering again, fingers tightening in your hair when you reached as far as you could and dared to swallow.

“You’re such a good boy, Junhui.” You murmured to him when he finally reached the zenith of his pleasure, his first orgasm not gifted by his hand but by your lips he couldn’t stop staring at each time they glided down his member.

It was late and whatever studying you had the intention of completing was sucked out the window. You could only focus on the boy unravelled on your bed sheets, moisture glistening on his collarbones prominent and screaming to be marked by your teeth. Your fingers delicately brushed the damp hairs away from Junhui’s forehead as he recovered from the shocks still jolting his veins, your crooned words of praise making him purr.

“And you make the most adorable facial expressions when you c-“

The charcoal haired boy quickly sat up and faced you on the bed, his finger pressing to your lips to silence you. There’s rose gold paint splashed along his cheeks and starlight flickering in his eyes, almost like candles lit on a windy light. His voice is slightly raw from all his moans and you can’t help but grin in admiration. Junhui was precious, a precious, artistic boy.

“Don’t I have to repay the favour?” Junhui ushered with his usual bashfulness. Sweeping your fingers along his silky fringe, you replaced it all rumpled and curled along his forehead.

“Is that what you want?”

Junhui immediately nodded his head, a tongue so very pink and slick peaking along his lower lip. It’s then you remembered the discomfort pooling between your thighs, all attributed from Junhui’s whining and begging and twisted expressions of pleasure. He felt slightly nervous about tending to your neediness, however you looked like such a work of art between his legs that Junhui can’t help but wonder what sort of portrait you’ll create when he’s between yours.

— ✧✎ a/n: i need to write 80 pounds of fluff or angst to cleanse myself of this smut first jisoo n then jun catch me on the flippity flip binch!1! anywho hope u enjoy lov u all.